#When I’m able to animate things with sound it’s so over for y’all

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If there ever were to be an Undertale movie I think Gaster should be voiced by JK Simmons to complete the eccentric, multiverse-related mysterious scientist from iconic pieces of media trifecta (he voiced Cave Johnson and Ford Pines too)

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Insufficient Pt. 3 | Azriel/Eris x Reader

Summary: Your journey to Autumn Court doesn’t go exactly as planned, but you do pick up some entertaining company along the way, who also happens to be useful in getting you where you need to go.

Word Count: ~ 3.5k

Warnings: horse getting a bit scratched up, big scary monsters, rock juggling, allusions to abuse, platonic!lucien & reader, sassy luci, knife, blood

A/N: y’all I’m so sorry this is so late…school just started and I’ve also just started writing for cod too since I’ve been obsessing over it, so here’s some food for you guys, eat up<3

Requests are open!

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As it turned out, traveling was a lot more difficult than you had originally thought.

It wasn’t just getting on a horse and riding until night, starting a fire, and all that. Sure, you’d been around for a decent amount of time for a Fae, nothing close to centuries, but you still didn’t have much knowledge on things like that.

Most of your life had simply been with your family in the family home, spent in a warm house with plenty of food and water to spare. Not many hardships, nothing.

The first night you’d gone out had been rough.

Riding a horse for nearly six hours straight had made your thighs ache more than ever before, feeling as if someone had just beaten them with a rolling pin. Not to mention the fact that you hadn’t been able to get a decent fire going, so you’d eaten some cold dried meat in your pack, and curled up in a small den that was deserted by whatever animal had made it.

You were only on your second night when things already began going wrong. The woods were thick from where you were skirting the borders, tangy magic thick in the air from the protections most High Lords kept over their courts after Amarantha’s reign of terror. Your horse was tiring, sweat coating her mane, and your beads of sweat gathered on your forehead despite the chill of the night.

You slowly pulled the reigns back, slowing her to a stop when you got to a small clearing, before throwing a leg over and slipping off. Your knees nearly buckled when your feet hit the ground, sparks of pain flitting through them before fading slowly. The horse huffed, following as you led her by the reigns over to a little wall of stone in a mountain, a little roof provided by an overlook above. It looked relatively untouched.

Unbuckling the clasps and setting the mare free, though she never wandered far, somehow knowing better, you put the bridle down close to you.

Too tired to eat, you scooted backward, sitting slowly down as you resisted a groan with how your legs ached. Your eyelids felt heavy, and your body and movements were sluggish. Before you could even get a single coherent thought through your brain, you slipped into a deep sleep.

What must’ve been hours later, or at least felt like it, you drowsily opened your eyes when you heard the nervous nicker of your horse. Dark, splotchy figures stood nearly twenty feet away, concealed barely by trees. Maybe three of them.

They whispered and muttered quietly amongst themselves, sometimes in a language you couldn’t understand, other little English words snagging your mind. Inhuman eyes, two of them each, shifted your direction, and your eyes shut immediately.

Playing dead.

They must’ve bought it since they went back to their hushed whispers. Your mind, now fully alert and panicking, tried making sense of it. Maybe they were other travelers, like you? But outside of any court? They had looked at least 8 feet tall, thin, and cloaked in black that only served to remind you of the very male you were running from.

You heard your mare nicker again before a hoarse cry came out of it, and a scuffling sound. Your eyes opened almost involuntarily, being given a front-row view of the creatures, whatever they were, and their bony hands as they reached towards the poor animal, trying to drag it towards them as their shadowy maws opened. Whispers turned more excited.

Your body was frozen between shock and terror as you watched one of them grab the horse’s front legs, then back legs, both in different hands and begin pulling.

The horse cried out.

The hands pulled.

A disgusting ripping sound, but not from the horse.

From your dagger, embedded in one of the thing’s shadowy hands that were somehow physical, ripping the skin and flesh.

It hissed, dropping the horse, but the wound you’d made on it closed immediately as it flicked your dagger away.

You were at the horse’s side in less than a second, for some reason in a defensive position, lip curling to bare canines at the things. As you looked at the largest one dead in its cold eyes, a realization dawned on you.

Skinwalkers.

These things were skinwalkers.

It should’ve been obvious to you from the start. The dark but physical body, the dead, shining eyes, the giant frame, and clawed hands. It was then that you had another realization.

Skinwalkers didn’t eat horses. In fact, according to an old mythology book your grandmother had owned, they only ate humans. Then why-?

“A fine catch we’ve gotten ourselves..”

It said, tone between a hiss and a purr at the same time, mingling in a sound that made every cell in your body want to run and never look back. If a direct stab hadn’t done anything to kill or even harm it, then what would it take to kill one, if not the three to four that were in the group?

“Not very clever,”

One hissed in a hushed tone, and another peered down at you, dead eyes hungry.

“I told you it would work. They’re always so attached to those little animals..”

Another whispered, poking the horse, now cowering against the stone, looking for an opening to run although there was none. It pawed at the ground, stomping and huffing as if it would help.

A trap. It had been a trap, and you’d been stupid enough to fall for it. Of course.

“Get on with it, I'm starving.”

The last of the group hissed, jabbing the largest one with a pointed finger. The largest one bared its perfectly midnight black teeth and stalked closer to you. Backing up, you spotted a flash of movement to the very left, behind the group of skinwalkers.

Too fast to be a human or animal. Too slow to be another skinwalker. Which meant either it was Fae, or another creature waiting its turn to eat you, and you were praying for the former.

Between a few trees, a small face came into view, along with golden orange hair, a scarred face, a mechanical eye, and dark clothing. You tried not to stare, so the creatures wouldn’t notice him.

“It’s been too long since I’ve gotten to smell their fear, let me have a moment-“

The biggest spat, and they then began bickering in their unearthly tones, creating a temporary way of distraction. The male in the trees jerked his head towards your right, and you gave a confused face, turning to your right. All it was was a pile of big rocks. He sighed silently, mouthing something to you.

You couldn’t lip-read for the life of you.

After asking “What?” silently three times in a row, you finally understood what he was saying.

“Distract them.” He mouthed, clearly agitated as he frowned, giving you a judgmental look. Sassy for a male, this one was.

The creatures seemed quite distracted amongst themselves at the moment, but you knew once that ended, everything would be over for you. You needed a distraction, and their hushed whispers were getting less frenzied, quieter, and slower. They agreed on something.

Your mind rushed to find something, anything and thought back to the pile of rocks the male had originally jerked his chin to.

You slowly moved towards it, eventually reaching it, before the creatures came to a final consensus.

“No, no, you don’t get to escape.” One hissed through its teeth as it grabbed the back of your shirt, dragging you back in front of the largest one, but instead of slaughtering you, they were left dumbfounded when you began throwing rocks up in the air, catching them, and throwing them again.

Juggling. You were juggling the rocks.

“What is it doing?”

The smallest asked the largest in a slightly concerned whisper, or as concerned as a skinwalker could be, and the giant shadowy figure only silently watched.

“Is it diseased?”

A second asked in a hushed whisper, poking at you with a finger, only for you to yelp and hop away on one foot, unable to regain your balance while continuing to juggle the rocks, meaning you were now constantly hopping on one foot.

Juggling was a trick you’d originally learned to impress some of your younger cousins and nephews and whatnot, and mostly forgotten, but it had somehow kicked back into you at the last moment.

Eventually, though, they continued poking at you, and you dropped a rock on one’s finger, before deciding to fully commit and hurling the two remaining ones at the shadowy beasts while falling flat on your ass.

They hissed, swatting them away, but only getting halfway through the motion before a giant blaze of flame consumed them, trapping them in a burst of golden light, and then they were just…gone.

Not even a pile of ashes, no bones, no remains, nothing.

However, the male from earlier was there, walking through the now-black grass, offering you a hand while giving you an odd look. You took it, and he sighed, offering his name. It sounded mildly familiar, probably because you’d heard snippets of the bond between him and Elain before, but it was a topic most people avoided in Night Court. His hair meant he was Autumn Court, no doubt.

“Lucien.”

He said simply, and you swallowed, immediately going to your horse’s side and checking her.

“Y/N.”

You replied, hands smoothing over your horse’s coat, trying to soothe the spooked animal as it nervously nickered and scraped its hooves against the ground, bringing up dirt.

“That was certainly one way of…distracting them.”

He said in a tone that barely held back that he thought you were insane, but also mildly entertaining.

“You looked at the rocks, didn’t you?”

You said, giving him a scowl, and he paused a moment, raising a brow, before shaking his head.

“I meant for you to go pull some out to unwedge the boulder up there to flatten them.”

He said, sass evident in his dry tone. You paused, glancing up at where you’d been trapped, and sure enough, there was a giant boulder above some of the rocks you’d used to juggle. Embarrassment heated your cheeks as you swallowed, eyes shifting back to your horse.

“Oh.”

He snorted at the reply, rather undignified for a pretty boy such as himself, shaking his head, before walking over to your horse as well and assisting in checking her.

“Only a few little nicks, nothing terrible.”

He said, and you gave him a look.

“A few nicks is terrible. Imagine if you were a horse and you had a few nicks.”

You replied, scowling once again at him, getting quite protective over the horse that technically wasn’t even yours. You’d only just stolen her a few days ago.

He gave you a flat gaze, before blinking.

“I do have a few nicks.”

A few seconds passed in silence, before he pursed his lips, sighed through his nostrils, and tapped the scar on his face with one finger.

“Ohh….. That is not what I meant.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t.”

“Shut up.”

“I just saved your life and this is how you’re thanking me?”

“I’m starting to wish you hadn’t.”

An exasperated sigh from him again, as those seemed to be his favorite form of expression.

“Why are you even out here?”

“Why are you out here?”

He gave you an annoyed look, something akin to almost a pout on his lips.

“I’m an emissary. It’s my job to travel between courts.”

You raised a brow, hand running over your horse’s dark coat.

“Why by foot when you can easily winnow? Going by foot outside of the court’s boundaries at that.”

More annoyance crossed his features before his hand went to rub the bridge of his nose.

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“So are you.”

“Just answer this, where are you going?”

You took a moment of pause, trying to consider whether Lucien was a man to be trusted, looking him up and down. When he raised a brow, you considered it a sure.

“Autumn Court.”

A well-covered-up sour look crossed his face.

“Why there, of all places?”

“I have people there I want to see, and other people I don’t want seeing me. So I’m going to Autumn Court. Using this way.”

He looked at you like you were stupid. You were not stupid.

“And you’re still taking this way?”

“Yes.”

“After almost being devoured by skinwalkers?”

“Yes.”

He frowned, hand going to run through his russet locks as he looked to be thinking.

“I could take you there, I suppose. We’ll still have to travel by foot, seeing as I used all my magic saving you.”

A slightly dirty look in your direction for him having to have used all of his magic just to save your sorry ass. You only gave a little frown, and a reluctant sigh as if you’d accept the offer. And you would. It wasn’t like you had any other choice, but if he was going to be all snarky about it, you would match it.

“Guess we’ve got a new travel buddy.”

You muttered to your horse, patting it on the head.

~

Your new travel buddy was surprisingly useful, as it turns out. He’d taught you how to forage, what was poisonous and what wasn’t, and what mushrooms you could eat if cooking them well enough (you brought home deadly mushrooms 90% of the time but you looked so happy when he said “good job” that he pretended they were normal and exchanged them for edible ones when you weren’t looking).

You were not meant for hunting, your arm was too unsteady to hold a bow well, fingers kept slipping off the string, the arrow wouldn’t stay straight…it was a mess. Your knife usage wasn’t much better, but you at least got one rabbit over nearly four days.

He hadn’t shared much with you other than his name, but you’d gathered that he was a Vanserra, Emissary for Night Court, and he was always talking about some band of friends named Vassa and Jurian. When you asked, he wouldn’t elaborate. Something about a Band of Outcasts.

He helped make the fire with his magic, and passed out at night, going into a deep sleep to recover what he’d spent of his energy that day, leaving you with the first watch.

Not many incidents occurred after the skinwalker one, but more than once you’d heard twigs snapping when they shouldn’t be, or bushes and leaves rustling. That was usually when you started adding more logs and thatch to the fire, and the noises quickly stopped after that.

You shared the food and drink with him, and he gratefully took it, most of the time both of you eating and discussing childhood meals you’d had to pass the time.

“My mother used to make the spiciest chili I’ve ever had, I couldn’t get it down without crying.”

“Seriously? Isn’t she like, a High Lady, though?”

“She might be a High Lady, but she’s a mean cook, and has a concerning tolerance for spice.”

“Damn. My grandparents make dishes all the time. Potato or tomato soups…lots of soups, but sometimes they’ll make this delicious curry, too.”

“Is the potato soup not bland?”

“No, they like…sauté onions and add salts and peppers, all that. It’s delicious.”

“Maybe I’ll get potato soup someday, just to try it.”

You had given a crooked grin at that, one he couldn’t help but smile at. You reminded him a lot of his younger brothers when they’d still been mere teenagers, except you were older, but still seemingly just as carefree and young at heart.

Your horse was carefree as well, mainly in the manner she didn’t care about anything you told her to do.

“Just lift your foot, it’s not that hard.”

You seethed, trying to pull her hoof up to pick whatever dirt and rocks had gotten into it out, so she didn’t get any sort of infection or injuries from it. However, she huffed and refused to do so much as to bend her knees. Stubborn thing.

Lucien strolled over, dropping a pile of gathered wood before observing the scene before him. He took the sharpened stick you were trying to use as a hoof-pick right out of your hands, and with the most feline ease you'd ever seen before, easily got the mare to lift her hoof, and he cleaned it out.

You stared, blinking, internally furious. He smirked lazily as he glanced over at you. The horse huffed again, this time more relaxed, and he looked a bit more curious then.

“What’s her name?”

Your mind blanked on that, you standing there silently like an idiot, before replying.

“I never really named her, considering I’m immortal and she’s going to die someday. Thought it would be better not to get attached.”

A lie. Not a full lie, but you’d really just forgotten to name her, and accidentally gotten attached along the way. Lucien raised a brow.

“You seemed awful attached when you attacked an eight-foot-tall-“

“Hush.”

He rolled his eyes, but obeyed, moving on to another hoof to clean.

“You should name her. Might make her listen to you better?”

He suggested, and you sighed.

“I don’t even know what to name her. I’m not great with naming things. One of the many reasons I’m never having kids.”

His lips twitched into a small smile at that, but quickly faded into a more thoughtful, deep expression, as if thinking hard about something.

A silence passed over you both as he worked, and you idly watched, toying with your hair, not sure and also not very willing to do anything else. He eventually spoke up when he finished cleaning out her hooves, looking the horse over. Her little nicks had been patched up by you and him days ago.

“Jesmind.”

“What?”

“Name her Jesmind.”

“Okay…any particular reason why?”

He shook his head at that, as if not going to talk about it any further.

“She just…reminds me of someone, is all.”

You raised a brow but didn’t push. Not when he went to go walk out into the woods, and you walked over to your dark mare, brushing your hand over her muzzle and looking into her defiant eyes.

“Jesmind, huh?”

You mused, testing how the name sounded on your tongue.

“Blink twice if you think it should be your name.”

The horse just watched, blinking once slowly, and when you made a flicking motion with your fingers, it blinked again, looking annoyed.

“Yeah, it’s perfect. Confirmed by the horse herself.”

You said, grinning to nobody in particular as you began walking away, trying to find Lucien, only to almost fall face first off of a cliff edge. One hand grabbed the back of the jacket you were now wearing, pulling you back up.

“We’re here.”

He spoke grimly. This place, Autumn Court, didn’t hold fond memories for him. You could tell. And from what you’d seen and heard of his family and court…you wouldn’t be surprised if they’d done awful things to him. There was a reason he’d run from here so many years ago, after all.

“How am I going to get down there?”

You asked, looking down the large cliff. It was too steep for Jesmind to go down, even trying to go on the sides of it wouldn’t work.

“I’ll winnow you both,”

He said all too casually. You blinked slowly, turning to him.

“I thought you couldn’t winnow, that you needed to regenerate your magic.”

He gave you an amused smile.

“I had more than enough magic to winnow you and your mare the first time we met.”

Your fury slowly began to rise as you gaped at this male in front of you.

“Then why-“

“I was bored, and you seemed like entertaining company.”

Before you could even muster a reply, he gave you a pat on the back, walking back to camp and returning with your horse in one hand and your things in another. He handed you your bag, which you slung around your shoulder, and you took the reigns of Jesmind.

“Will I see you again?”

You asked, and he gave a lazy, but genuine smile this time.

“I’ll never stop annoying you, don’t worry.”

You huffed a bit of laughter.

“That’s a relief.”

His hand went to your shoulder again, and the tangy iron scent of magic hit you once again like it had in the very beginning days of the journey.

“A word of warning,”

He then said, voice now serious.

“Stay out of trouble, and stay away from my brothers. The High Fae of Autumn are not people you want to get caught up with.”

You gave a nod, and in a flash of golden light and fire like a rising sun, you were then in the bustling streets of a city, no Lucien in sight, looking more than a little ghetto.

A horse in one hand, bag hanging from the other, wearing clothes that were best described as hunting clothes rather than the proper clothing most wore, you began walking, the sun so bright and heavy that you could barely see.

Jesmind nickered, pulling to the side of the street.

Just quick enough for you to walk straight into the chest of none other than Eris Vanserra.

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My Blood- Miles Morales x reader

A/n: y’all better prep for this. This might be the darkest fic I’ve ever written but it’s good. Keep requesting and have a good day❤️

Warnings: mentions of death, grief, angst, mentions of blood, you sobbing 24/7, major angst warnings, it’s just sad man

It seemed the fight went on for a millennia. Miles throwing punches, kicks, venom strikes and none of it seemed to work. This guy was just too powerful and too determined, even for Miles. Every kick and punch just seemed to exhaust Miles more than it did to help, the villain just kept making holes and disorienting him.

“You took everything from me, now; I’m gonna take everyone and everything from you” the ominous voice said to Miles

His voice filled Miles’ head and projected his evil plan. Images of you falling to your death and just as Miles catches you, your spine snaps from the impact, killing you. More horrible images were implanted in Miles’ head of his father saving a child at his own expense, being crushed by rubble. The villains voice echoing in Miles’ head and the horrible images were enough to knock your boyfriend off kilter just long enough for the villain to stab Miles in his stomach. As he felt his vision blur, he saw the villain wave and disappear, leaving Miles to bleed out. Fortunately, he was able to sling a web and come over to your dorm.

It was a warm, summer day; school ending soon and you packing and saying your goodbyes when you heard a harsh knock at your window. You almost didn’t answer it because Miles’ knocks were taps and playful but this sounded pained, like a struggling animal. You ran to your window when you saw him; his suit had a growing stain where there was a piece of glass stuck in it, the eyes on his mask were squinted and he looked like he was dying.

“MILES, Que pasa? What happened? Oh my God you’re bleeding!” You screamed, tears flooding your eyes and slipping down your cheeks as you saw your boyfriend, near death

“ah- mami it’s okay. You can patch it up okay? Everything is okay.” he said in a pained whisper

You did your best to get him out of his suit, cutting around where the shard was and doing your best to not hurt him even though it was impossible. You slipped off his mask to see a black eye, a cut lip and small cuts littering the rest of his face, even with this, he was still the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen and you were so lucky to have him.

When you finally saw the wound, you realized this wasn’t something you could fix. A deep gash, littered with purple around it as it slowly dripped out Miles’ blood greeted you and you knew this could be a mortal wound. Miles kept trying to stay awake for you but he was slipping in and out of conciseness and you did everything you could to relieve him, you iced around the wound, cleaned around it and held it. Eventually you couldn’t take it and neither could he:

“Miles baby we have to go to the hospital"

“no mami no. I’ll be okay-“ Miles started before squinting and slumping over.

“MILES??” You cried, fearing this could be the end.

You dialed 911 and told them the situation, however, they asked how he got hurt like this and you lied saying he was ambushed by gang members. Miles had his eyes closed as he tried to not slump over and die but he could feel his heart slowing and his mind slipping away. All he could do in this time was think about you and what would happen to you and his parents if he died; that was the only thing keeping him from accepting his demise.

After the longest three minutes of your life, they wheeled Miles out on a stretcher and asked you about the gang members that assaulted your beloved and you made up some lie about their faces being covered with shiesty masks. That was enough for them and they saw how scared you were and let you ride with him in the ambulance. Just then, his dad came and saw what was going on:

“Miles? MILES?? THATS MY SON LET ME THROUGH I AM CAPTAIN” He shouted through the crowd of people and health officials.

“Mr. Morales?” you said, through tears. He pulled you into an embrace as you both exchanged tears

“Y/n, what happened?” He asked

“I-I don’t know, he just came home like this” you said, technically it wasn’t a lie

“I’m calling Rio” he said.

When Rio got the call, she fell to her knees and sobbed. She rushed outside to grab a cab before asking how you were. Even in times of peril, you could still count on the fact that the Morales family loved you like one of their own.

The ambulance arrived to the hospital quickly as Miles had an oxygen mask on. His eyes were fluttering open and shut as you held his hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles, like he would do to you all the time. You reflected on all of the memories and on all of the moments you two shared together; birthdays, holidays, regular days, school days and the hour when he left you:

“Miles baby be safe. Come home to me, mi Corazon. Te amo” you said, pressing your nose to his and connecting your foreheads for a moment. You always did this and it was your tradition before he went out for a mission

“I’ll come home, hermosa. I promise, I’ll be okay. I love you too” Miles said before pressing a final kiss on your lips and pulling down his mask.

A tear fell down your face as you whispered into his hand:

“God please, I know I don’t worship as much as I should but please, spare the love of my life, I can’t live without him” you said, shaking a bit

“Do you wanna say a prayer, y/n” Jeff asked you

“yeah sure.” as you two said a prayer, hanging onto each of Miles’ hands.

Before you knew it, he was being wheeled into the emergency room where they stripped him and prepped him for surgery. As y’all got out, the nurse told you guys you couldn’t go any further:

“I’m sorry but he is in critical condition and we can’t allow people back there right now. We will give updates as they come” the nurse said

“I’m his father, his mother is on the way, she is a nurse here” Jeff said

“And I’m his girlfriend. He is also my best friend.” you said, feeling slightly inferior

“Okay, good to know and my name is Yelena if you need anything at all” the nurse said

“okay” you and Jeff said in unison

It seemed like you were waiting a lifetime but Rio came in and you guys exchanged words and greetings:

“I remember when he was a small boy. He would always color on the walls and I would tell him ‘parar, Miles!’ and he would say ‘lo siento, mami’ and I would kiss him on the face for using Spanish properly” she chuckled

“so he was always artistic?” you asked with a faint smile

Rio smiled and nodded, wiping a tear from her face as she rubbed your back. You leaned into her because even though she wasn’t your real mom, she never showed it, she treated you like you were her own, even when you and Miles would fight. It seemed that the idea of fighting with Miles was both a luxury and an absurdity.

“Can you guys follow me, please?” Yelena asked

You all followed her to a small room; you knew what this was seeing as whenever someone in your family was about to die, they would take you here and prepare you for the worst.

“So Miles isn’t doing good. We have him on a ventilator and he’s in a coma due to blood loss, we can try to give him a transfusion and medications but it isn’t looking too good. Then again things can change but right now, prepare for the worst” the nurse said grimly

You all sobbed as you couldn’t believe it. This time yesterday, you were on top of him, laughing, and now he was dying. It seemed unfair, like a fever dream you were dying to awake from but it was real. This entire experience was sobering and you were about to lose your soulmate, your, friend, your Miles

Miles POV:

I woke up in a white room, it looks just like my room just white. Pictures of my family, friends and Y/n were scattered about and the only things in color.

“Am I dead?” I questioned

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door and in walked a man that looked strikingly familiar:

“Uncle Aaron?"

[x0401x]

No, but… that was a really good one, actually.

I might as well let this out. A lot of people are still losing their minds over episode 12, and I’m not even gonna try to pretend this isn’t to be expected. It’s not happening only on this side of the fandom—the Japanese one was also torn about it, although I’d argue they were much quicker to understand what KyoAni was going for with it.

Y’all know me. That goddamn studio owns my soul, but I’m not joining the “KyoAni did it again (even when they actually did not)” club in this lifetime or the next. If the changes made during the adaptation ruin the intention of the original work, no matter how good the animation is, a spade is still a spade and I address it at length when people ask my opinion. But that’s not what happened this time.

And guys, hear me out: it’s not as painful as everyone is making it to be. I’m dead-serious about that. Stick with me here.

Firstly, there’s a couple of conversations going on that we need to put to sleep. One of them, the one bothering me the most, is that Reina “chose Taki’s way of doing things over Kumiko”. Or worse, that she “chose winning at the nationals over Kumiko”. The episode itself debunks this in several ways, mainly by showing that flashback of S1. If Reina had chosen Kumiko despite thinking Mayu’s performance was better, Kumiko would’ve known, and it could very well have been the end of their friendship. She would’ve been outraged. In no universe would this scenario ever make her happy. More importantly, the flashback implies that Reina wants to choose Kumiko in spite of everything. What stops her from doing so is the fact that it would mean betraying Kumiko, which is worse than not being able to play with her on national stage one last time. Reina didn’t choose Kumiko… but she did.

None of this was about victory—it truly was a matter of meritocracy. Choosing the best members doesn’t guarantee they would win at the nationals, especially given that Mayu isn’t superior to Kumiko by a wide margin. They’re almost tied. And neither was any of it a Taki vs. Kumiko thing for Reina. She’s abrasive when it comes to defending his policies, but her belief in him isn’t blind. The fandom tends to underestimate Reina a lot because of her romantic feelings and mistakes her faith for stubbornness, even though both the novels and the anime are adamant about her good judgement. It’s not that she trusts him because she’s in love with him—she’s in love with him because he is worth her trust. Then again, this had nothing to do with him. It was all about Kumiko. She was the only thing in Reina’s mind the whole time. Taki wasn’t mentioned even in passing.

The other is that Kumiko’s loss was for shock value because the novel’s outcome was too obvious and KyoAni wanted to surprise the viewers. I’m not gonna lie, this decision was definitely meant to give the anime a so-called “plus alpha” in comparison to the original, but that’s not all there is to it. The main reason is obviously to have it be more grounded and mature, not so much your usual music anime, as well as make the whole debate about fairness actually convincing. The original is not only predictable, it’s also questionable. It’s easy for something to look like Deus Ex Machina even when that’s clearly not the intention, and KyoAni didn’t want Eupho to be that anime. By extension, they shot down every suspicion that could’ve possibly been raised about Kumiko’s win in the original work.

Of course Reina would’ve recognized Kumiko’s sound, so although most readers would know that she wouldn’t choose Kumiko for any reason other than her performance, it still leaves room for doubt. The anime slaps this doubt into outer space by constructing a situation where Reina deemed Mayu’s playing as superior, although by a hair’s breadth. It effectively answers the question of “what would she have done if that was the case?”. With the author having approved of this, it’s safe to say that, yes, that’s what Reina would have done in canon as well. And it would be the right choice, which then means that her choice in the original was also undebatably the right one. That Kumiko earned her win in the novel.

This may or may not have been intended, but either way, the anime has elevated the original work’s outcome by going for that route. After all, the original was predictable, sure, but that doesn’t mean it was unrealistic. These two things are being confused and conflated with one another a lot in many comments that I’ve been seeing out there. Realism doesn’t always have to be negative. Kumiko and Mayu had equal chances of winning. That’s what the audition was all about. The novel portrays what would’ve happened if Kumiko had won, while the anime portrays what would’ve happened if she had lost. Both are valid and the existence of one further validates the other, not the contrary.

What the author wanted to show was that, although Kumiko can’t follow Reina or her more talented senpais, she’s still an excellent player, enough to perform the solo on national competitions, and she wouldn’t let this get the better of her. It also seems like there was an element of “be careful with what you wish” as one of the morals behind Mayu’s arc, where she finally accepts her true feelings through regret rather than joy. Meanwhile, what KyoAni wanted to show is that, even if Kumiko is surpassed, she’s still an exceptional leader and has the makings of a fine teacher. In a way, the anime affirms that both Kumiko and Mayu play a special role in guiding Kitauji through the final tournament. Above all, both routes assert that Reina wouldn’t lie under any circumstances and that Kumiko (as well as Mayu) would indeed accept either result with utmost grace and understanding, no matter how frustrating it might be.

Another thing that the anime elevated is Kumiko and Reina’s bond. In my honest opinion, KumiRei has become the best female relationship in animation and one of the absolute best female relationships in fiction thanks to this episode. It’s transcended friendship, transcended gay, transcended fucking everything.

Alternative endings aren’t dead and they don’t always suck. Eupho continues to be one of the most amazing slice-of-life franchises ever.

[soukokvn]

Theres one thing that I love about one relationship in one piece but I think it’s too unclear and like between the lines for everybody to understand it so imma explain it to y’all 🫵

This is all about the Law/Cora/Dofy situation and I swear you won’t regret knowing that.

We know Dofy is a literal demon spawn he was born to be a menace to society and don’t give two fucks about how what he does affects others.

During the Dressrosa arc you get to meet with the Donquixote family with its three main units named after the four symbols in card games so « heart, clubs, diamonds and spades ».

It’s easy to make the link between Corazon and the heart unit obv since it’s a code name to represent that he is the head of this unit, and before him it was Vergo.

Now back to the Dressrosa arc 13 years after Cora’s death, the heart unit doesn’t exist anymore. Or I should say doesn’t have anybody officially in it. Since Cora’s death Dofy didn’t give this name to anybody again.

I have three reasons that could explain why :

For when Vergo comes back eventually

Because he didn’t want anybody to take the place of his brother (either out of love, even if it sounds quite unreal, either because he didn’t want anybody to remind him of him)

Because he kept this place for Law if he ever came back

BUT Law still wears the heart. His tattoos, his jacket in this arc and even his crew (called Heart Pirates), and THIS is something that Dofy doesn’t like at all.

Dofy never looses his cool, he has a lot of temper and is very cold headed but we saw him giving in to his emotions two major times. The first time being Cora’s death.

If you watch true crime or things like criminal minds you know that when someone is killed by being shot or stabbed repeatedly it, pretty much every time, mean the victim and killer had a strong bound and the crime was due to something happening in their relationship that created hatred or frustration for exemple. Now look at Cora’s death.

It’s clearer in the anime but Dofy shots Cora repeatedly. And the same thing happened a second time 13 years later with who ? Law obv 👍

It’s the scene where Dofy sees the name Corazon on Law’s back, he absolutely loses his shit.

He hates seeing Law wear the heart because it must remind him of his failure with him and Cora, how he wasn’t able to get the two of them to stay with him.

We know that Dofy still associates Law with the Heart tho no matter how much it seems to affect him, when Law was captured he was attached to the Heart throne, out of the four empty ones.

So when Dofy wanted to kill Law after losing his shit over how Law will forever be associated with the Heart no matter what he has to say about it he ONCE AGAIN shoot repeatedly.

Im not pointing this so say that Dofy is attached to him in any way but in a way that Law, more than anyone else, affects him so deeply he makes him lose his cool even for a second. Even when he lost to Luffy Dofy was not much affected by the situation, but as soon as Law shows him how linked he still is to the Heart and Cora it’s the end of the world for him.

You can even see how he will forever associate the name Corazon to Law, because of their relationship of course, but also because Dofy probably wanted Law to become the new Corazon, as he said 16 years ago that in ten years Law would be his right hand.

I think I’m pretty much done, their trio is one of my favorite in the whole series, it’s so interesting to try to understand how Dody feels about them and the other way around, their relationship is so complex and well written I just love them all three sm 🙏

Hope this didn’t bore you and you liked it 😁

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Silver Springs Part 10 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~10.5k

Summary: Wanda tries to leave her mob life behind to start a family with you

A/N: I’m very impatient and need to post this before I fall asleep. If y’all noticed me post the wrong thing, no you didn’t. Enjoy the angst!

Chapter Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and heavy angst.

When you hang up a while later, you look to the appointment that’s been added to get a little more information. There’s not much there, but you assume people are working on getting it for you, so you don’t worry about it for now. You have another half hour until your appointment starts so you decide to try to eat something. You grab your water bottle and open it right as your phone rings again. You sigh but answer it to find out you have a walk in. A large dog who was attacked by another dog. When you hang up after saying you’ll be right there you go to stand up forgetting about your water and you spill it all over your desk. You curse as you pick up your keyboard to stop it from reaching the computer as you grab a nearby towel. You start to clean it up before you realize that you’ve soaked your com and you curse again.

“Bucky? Can you hear me?”

You don’t hear anything and you quickly text the brunette that you might have fried your coms before heading downstairs to see this dog. You arrive to near chaos and you curse the fact that you hadn’t taken a little longer to figure things out.

Sometimes you forget how scared some dogs can be. You are reminded of this as soon as you realize that the large dog that an assistant is holding is snapping and trying to lunge at anyone who comes near him. This isn’t something that’s acceptable and you honestly need to talk to your boss a little more about dealing with aggressive pets, but for now you just hurry to grab a big enough e collar that you can throw over this dog to hopefully stop him from biting someone.

You’re also reminded of how scary terrified dogs are when they’re lunging and growling at you. You hold the e collar up towards him and he clearly recognizes them and tries to avoid it, but eventually you slip it over his head and you do it without getting bit.

“Okay, can someone tell me what’s going on?”

Apparently, this dog was in a fight, and despite being the instigator, his victim got in a couple of good bites. The other, smaller dog was dead and that not only depressed you, but concerned you. You're not sure you can send this dog off on his merry way without knowing his situation. So after sedating the dog to get a good exam in you go and talk to his owner to find out as much as you can.

It sounds like a classic dog fighting scenario from what you can gleam from the man’s vague answers and reassurances that it’s ‘no big deal, doc’. Not to mention, his dog is covered in scars on his face, front legs, and hips that are both bite wounds and scratches. Again, you’re at a loss for what to do and you consult another doctor to figure out what the best course of action would be. You both agree to call animal control and have them handle the situation as soon as the dog is treated for his injuries.

You end up running late for most of your appointments in the afternoon due to how involved this case ends up being. You had almost forgotten about the euthanasia at the end of the day when it comes in right before closing. You curse under your breath before running upstairs and grabbing your phone to let Bucky know that you were going to be a little late leaving today.

“Hey.”

“Hey sorry it’s so late, but I forgot to tell you I have a euthanasia coming in now and I won’t be able to leave for a while.”

Bucky insists that it’s fine and that he’ll wait outside for you. You apologize again for breaking the coms, but you promise to have your phone on you at all times.

Mark is the assistant who is with you on this appointment, and you’ve already promised him that this shouldn’t take too long. You feel bad for keeping him here, especially since this is only his third week or so, but he insists it’s fine as you go to get the drugs for the dog. You walk into the room alone first to talk to the owner and examine the moribund dog. You honestly aren’t sure that he won’t just die on his own here, but you’re not going to find out and you bring a technician in to help place a catheter as you go over the process with the owner who just nods silently throughout.

“What questions can I answer?”

When he says he doesn’t have any, but that he’ll want to take his dog home with him, you insist that you can help him take him back to the car. The technician leaves and you and Mark are left alone with the owner. You’d placed the drugs down next to you as you knelt by the dog who had stopped breathing at this point. You’d gotten permission to start and you are about the grab the sedative when the owner speaks up for only the second time since getting here.

“Thank you for making this so easy, Dr. Maximoff.”

You don’t realize he’s said your married name immediately, and you frown in confusion before turning to see him smiling at you. You open your mouth to say something but you don’t get the chance as something pokes you in the neck and you're grabbed from behind.

Bucky sighs as he looks at his watch once again. It’s almost 7 o’clock and he’s starting to get antsy. A few minutes ago, he’d seen the last car leave other than yours from the parking lot. He was certain that you were done at this point and he was getting worried. About 20 minutes ago, two men had come out hauling the euthanized dog to the client’s car. He’d watched them stick it in the trunk and he frowned at both the idea and the visual of that, but he’d just looked away before watching the assistant head back inside.

The client left, and then the assistant left a little later, but you had yet to come out. He knew you were on that appointment, so he decided to give you until 7 before calling you. He knew you were eager to get home and you would let him know if the plans had changed.

He sighs again before reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. He calls you and settles back in his seat as he listens to the phone ring. By the fifth ring it goes to voicemail and Bucky’s frown deepens. He hangs up and calls again, only to get your voicemail a second time. He decides to go find you himself because if everyone else is gone, no one will care.

He gets out of his car and locks it before heading to the yard. The fence around it is always open, and the door into the clinic behind it isn’t locked up until later at night. He walks into the clinic and waits and listens to confirm no one else is here. He looks to the dog runs and pokes his head in to look for you. You’re not there, but Boone is and he barks and jumps up when he sees Bucky. The brunette lets him out and gestures for him to follow.

“Let’s go find your mom, Boone.”

Boone whines as he hurries through the empty building to the stairs. He’s been in here exactly once before and there hadn’t been anyone here at that time either. It was eerily quiet as they walk up the stairs. All of the doctors’ offices are empty, and when he gets to yours and sees your things are still there, he becomes more confused. He takes them with him as he walks back down the stairs and looks in the empty exam rooms before coming to a room that’s still shut. He knocks, but when no one answers he opens it carefully. When Bucky sees what he assumes is a dead dog lying on the floor he runs back out to his car. Boone follows him and he jumps into the passenger seat as Bucky dials Wanda’s number.

“Hey Bucky.”

“Wanda, I think someone took Y/n, I need you to track her. “

Wanda drops the drink she was holding and the glass shatters in the sink. She doesn’t pay it any mind as she scrambles to open the app in her phone.

“You think?? What happened, Buck?”

While Wanda’s checking for your location Bucky quickly explains what happened today. First you spilling water on your coms and then you having to stay late for a euthanasia.

“She told me about that. How do you know it was him?”

Bucky tells her about how he saw the dog in the clinic just now, but that the client had definitely been carrying something to his car in a body bag. Wanda’s panicking by the time Bucky says this, and it only becomes worse as she realizes where your trackers are. Your phone is at work as is your car. The one in your shoulder, however is somewhere downtown. Only about 30 minutes away from the clinic. She gets the address and gives it to Bucky before she claims that she’ll be there too.

“I need to talk to Steve and Nat but I’ll meet you there.”

Bucky’s nodding as he starts his car before peeling out of the parking lot.

“Okay, I have Boone with me. I’ll let you know when I get there.”

Wanda thanks him before she’s running out her door. She just manages to grab a jacket, an extra gun and her keys before she’s calling Steve and letting him know what’s going on. He says that he’ll call Nat and they’ll all meet Bucky at your location.

Wanda is freaking out and hates that she considers going to see Vision before leaving to find you. She has no idea what happened today, but it’s all part of his plan. She makes a detour to the basement and storms down the hall to the room where Vision’s being kept. She throws the door open and starts speaking before she even knows if he’s awake.

“Where did you tell him to take her!?”

Vision looks up lazily and frowns as he’s just returning to consciousness. He’s exhausted and he’s lost a lot of blood in the hours that he’s been down here. He jolts awake when Wanda slaps him across the face to get his attention, but she only glares at him expectantly.

“What?”

She’s losing patience with him and she pulls her gun out before holding it to his forehead with a growl.

“You either tell me where Rumlow took Y/n in two seconds, or I’m putting a hole in your head.”

Vision just stares at her for a moment then he shakes his head before he speaks. He realizes that his time is up and he’s not going to get another chance to have Wanda as his own. He’s lost her already and he’s not sure what else he could do at this point. He sighs in defeat before he shoots Wanda one last smile.

“He’s going to do worse than kill her.”

Wanda shoots him and is out the door in nearly the same second, and she doesn’t look back as she races to her car. She’s already going through all of the scenarios in her head. You’re not going to get out of this scot-free and she may not get there in time to stop Rumlow from killing you. As she gets in her car and it roars to life, she just prays that Bucky gets there before her.

You’re still very sedate when you are handcuffed to a chair. You don’t know where you are, and your eyes refuse to focus as your head rolls back and forth between your shoulders. You realize eventually that you’re in a chair and being held in place by something cold, but beyond that you can’t identify it. You open your eyes and groan in pain before you realize you’re not alone.

“Nice to officially meet you Dr. Maximoff. I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced.”

You focus on a figure in front of you. It takes you a minute as you see three of him at once before your brain finally settles enough to recognize that the person in front of you is not the last person you saw. You can’t remember how you got here from work. You’d been doing something, but somehow, now you’re here.

You take a moment to stare at the brunette who’s practically leering at you. He’s older than you, maybe 5 years or so, and he’s got a mustache, short hair and a few scars. You don’t recognize him and even if you weren’t drugged, you’re convinced you wouldn’t know who this man is. You try to sit up more or even stand up but you realize that’s not going to happen as soon as you try. You look down at your arms and you scowl before looking back to the still grinning brunette.

He takes a couple of steps towards you and it’s then that you notice the large knife in his hand. You try not to flinch as he raises it to your eye level but you’re still a little groggy so you can’t help but jump slightly.

“I’m Brock Rumlow. I’m sure your wife’s mentioned me. We’re really good friends.”

Even without looking at him you pick up on the sarcasm, it’s practically dripping from his voice at the last statement. You recognize the name immediately and try to see this guy as the one who trespassed on your property and shot up your house in the middle of the night.

“Y-you shot my dog.”

He just laughs at this before nodding and scowling at the thought. He wasn’t sure why Vision had gone about things the way he did. He honestly had just wasted a lot of time and pissed Wanda off instead of won her attention. Hell, she had probably killed him at this point and Rumlow was just glad that Vision paid him up front.

“Yeah, that was pretty stupid. He told me not to kill him, but to hurt him just enough to make you suspicious. A waste of time if you ask me.”

He’s close to you now and you don’t realize why until he circles the chair you’re stuck to and stands behind you. You flinch again when he touches your back and you’re about to ask what he’s doing when he speaks up. You try to get away from him but realize it’s just silly to try. You’re handcuffed and there’s no way you’re getting out of here without some help.

“Speaking of wasting time. I need to get this out of you.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about, and you continue to struggle as he starts to rub your shoulders.

“What the fuck are you doing??”

You don’t get an answer from him but he stops for a moment and you briefly think that he’s not going to do anything bad. You see him reach into his pocket for something but you don’t realize what until he’s holding it in front of your face. You’re still waking up from the sedative and you’re slow to respond to the familiar voice.

“Say hello, doc.”

You don’t realize he’s talking to you and you just frown in confusion before you hear your wife’s voice. You stiffen and try to open your mouth to respond but you’re too shocked to.

“Y/n? Are you there? Talk to me please.”

You squeeze your eyes shut before shaking your head with a groan. Your vision is only slightly clearer as a result.

“Wanda?”

Wanda feels her heart start to race when she hears your voice confirming that you’re with Rumlow. She starts to drive faster, but she’s still too far away to stop whatever is about to happen. She’s about ten minutes away and she just hopes that Bucky’s closing in on your location.

“I’m on the way, Y/n. I’m only ten minutes away.”

When Rumlow laughs Wanda’s knuckles turn white from her tight grip on the steering wheel. Wanda’s considering getting out of the car and just running, but she knows that won’t be any faster. She’s in the city now and can only go so quickly. She takes a second to text Bucky ‘ETA’ as Rumlow speaks up. Wanda almost drops the phone and considers running the red light she’s at when his words register.

“Oh, don’t bother, Wanda. We’ll be done by then.”

You stiffen further as Rumlow’s words hit you like a cold shower. You get a better look at the knife that he’s holding and you gasp as he grabs your shirt and pulls on it before he starts to cut it. You go stock still afraid that he’s going to take it off completely, but he stops once he exposed your shoulder and you’re confused once again. You hiss at the feeling of the cold metal against your skin and then you quickly curse when you feel it cut into you.

“Fuck.”

You clench your teeth at the same time that Wanda does as she looks to the text that Bucky just sent. He’s three minutes out. You can’t stop yourself from groaning as Rumlow cuts deeper into your shoulder against your shoulder blade and you can’t hold back your pained screams when he doesn’t stop. You have no idea what he’s doing and neither does Wanda as she just listens to you scream in agony. She’s running another red light and is only a few minutes away when she hears from Bucky again.

“Rumlow! Stop now and I may not torture you before killing you!”

You can’t hear Wanda over your screaming and tears start running down your face as Rumlow carves up your back. He doesn’t stop until he hits what he was looking for. He peels your skin back, ignoring the curses you let out as he digs out the small metal chip that Wanda’s used to track you for years. He smiles as he walks away from you and tosses it on the floor with a smile.

“Got it. Now how will you keep track of your wife?”

You’re breathing heavily and still crying when Rumlow says this so you’re not really able to register his words immediately. You take a deep breath before you hear your wife threaten Rumlow again. You hear something slam on the other end of the phone and Rumlow must realize he’s running out of time because he grabs his gun from his hip quickly.

“Any last words, doctor?”

You can think of a dozen things you’d like to say, but you’re in too much pain to form words. You just glare at him before you brace yourself. You try to block out the sound of Wanda shouting and pleading with the brunette, but it’s difficult. When Rumlow raises his gun and aims, you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

It hurts a lot more than you thought it would. You’ve never gotten shot before, and you’re eternally grateful for this as the bullet tears through you and hits the wall behind you. You start to feel dizzy and everything sounds muffled as you grow limp in the chair.

“Y/n, no!”

Wanda’s running as fast as she can at this point, and she doesn’t stop despite feeling her breath leave her lungs at the sound of you getting shot. She needs to get to you and get to Rumlow before he escapes. He needs to die for this and she wants to be the one to do it.

Rumlow just smiles as he looks at you slumped over and bleeding out. He heads for the door behind him to leave. He’s done his job and now he can disappear again until Wanda gives up or he has time to slip away from her reach. He goes to open the door but he’s stopped short when it slams open in front of him. He stumbles back slightly and in the same instant he’s shot dead by Bucky who’d run all the way here after hearing him shoot you.

“Y/n!”

The first thing he notices is all of the blood. It’s covering the floor around you and leading toward the door in bloody boot prints.  It’s still dripping down the chair you’re sitting in motionless and Bucky feels his breath catch at the sight of you. It’s not until he hears footsteps behind him that he snaps out of his trance. He runs towards you and tries to take stock of the damage. Your head is against your chest and he doesn’t see an exit wound which he’s grateful for, but the amount of blood tells him that he still has to worry.

“Holy shit.”

Bucky turns when he hears Nat’s voice but he quickly turns back to their friend in front of him. Bucky’s phone is ringing, but he doesn’t notice as he looks at the wound on your shoulder before managing to lift your head and feel for your pulse. Nat grabs his phone since he’s too distracted and answers it before practically throwing it on the ground. She grabs her bag that’s got basic first aid, but looking at how much you’ve bled, she’s not sure it will be enough.

“Bucky, please tell me you’re there.”

Nat nods as she looks to you and has to hold back a gasp at what she sees. Bucky’s confirmed that you’ve been shot in the abdomen and at that same moment it hits the both of them that you’re still breathing. Blood falls from your lips and Bucky’s quick to shoot through your handcuffs to lift you out of the chair.

“We’re here, Wands. She’s alive, but it’s bad. We’re bringing her out now.”

Wanda stops in her tracks on the stairs before trying to figure out what to do. She wants to see you, but she’ll be more helpful once they get you outside. She asks what floor they’re on and Nat says they’re on the third floor but they’re headed down the stairs now. Wanda’s about to turn around and head to her car, but something occurs to her and she stops short.

“Where’s Rumlow?”

She waits for what feels like an eternity before she hears hurried footsteps on the stairs and Nat’s voice comes in through the phone as well as above her.

“He’s dead, we’ll get Steve to take care of him.”

When Wanda sees Bucky and Nat come running down the stairs with you, she feels her breath leave her lungs once again. You’re bloody and unconscious in Bucky’s arms and Wanda’s already hanging up on Bucky to dial another number.

“I’ll call Dr. Palmer.”

Bucky looks a little uncertain and Nat’s already shaking her head as she follows Wanda down the stairs. They’re trying to figure out where to take you and since they’re over half an hour from the compound they might have to go to the hospital. Wanda doesn’t realize this until Nat says it but she curses before pushing the door to the parking lot open.

“I think we need to go to the hospital, Wanda.”

Wanda opens the back door to Bucky’s car knowing he’ll drive faster before getting in to help him lay you down. Boone jumps out of the car with a series of high-pitched whines, but Wanda ignores him. Nat’s wrapped your wound to stop the bleeding, but the bandages are already starting to turn red. Wanda takes off her jacket to cover you when she realizes how cold your skin feels. She reaches in her pocket to grab her keys to give to Nat as she asks for them before she shuts the door. The other redhead’s grabbed Boone at this point and started to drag him back to Wanda’s car. He’s near hysterical as he tries to break free to get to you, but Nat mutters a command to him that only gets him partially calm but it’s enough to get him loaded into the car for the ride to the hospital. Bucky’s already in the front seat and starting the car as he shouts over his shoulder to Nat.

“We’ll meet you there!”

She just waves at him as she gets into Wanda’s car, but Wanda doesn’t notice as she looks down at you worriedly. She takes a moment to breathe and look at your injuries carefully. She can tell you’re bleeding all over her jacket and the seat from a wound on your back that she realizes is from Rumlow removing your tracking device. She knows she’ll have to find a way to explain that to you, but for now she’s more concerned about the larger injury.

Even without being in the room, Wanda knows that Rumlow was close to you when he shot you. She’d expect nothing less from a man who in the past had always tried to do the most damage possible. The wound has bled profusely and you’ve turned sickly pale and it’s making Wanda nervous. She feels your pulse and is only worried further by how weak it is. Wanda doesn’t realize she’s crying until one of her hands finds yours and she squeezes it tightly.

“Please be okay. Please, please, Y/n I need you to be okay.”

The ride to the hospital seems too long, and she just watches you breathe for the entire time that is in reality only about ten minutes. When the car comes to a stop, Wanda jolts slightly before she gets ready to help move you. Bucky stops her short though telling her that someone will be out to grab you in a minute. She doesn’t get a chance to tell him that she’s not waiting when a door opens nearby and four people come running out of it. One’s pushing a gurney while the other two have various medical supplies in hand and the one in the front has something on a clipboard.

Wanda helps Bucky lift you out and you’re quickly deposited on the gurney and taken inside. Bucky and Wanda follow as the one nurse starts taking notes.

Wanda barely hears what she says, but later as she’s watching you get stabilized and then wheeled off to surgery, she’ll remember the words. Female, early 30s, gunshot wound to the abdomen with stab wounds to the back.

What really sticks with Wanda though when she’s standing next to Bucky in your room with the nurse, is the question she asks last.

“Any other health concerns we should know about?”

Wanda can’t think of any to save her life, and it’s after a prolonged pause that Bucky says two words that shoot through Wanda like lightning.

“She’s pregnant.”

Steve was just returning from making sure Vision’s body was taken care of when he gets a call from Nat. Apparently Rumlow had been working with someone who posed as a client from at your work to kidnap you. You disappeared and Bucky, Nat and Wanda were all going to look for you. He’d been put in charge of calling the police and filing a report against the vet assistant at your work who had helped him. You weren’t conscious to tell them the name, so he’d given the name of the clinic and then the lead doctor’s phone number for them to investigate further.

It wasn’t until he heard that you had been shot and Rumlow was dead, that Steve left the compound. It was getting late and he knew that he had to get someone to take care of Rumlow, but he left that be for a few minutes as he called Bucky.

“Steve hey.”

Steve can tell that his friend is tired and stressed just from those two words and he fears the worst as he listens to what Bucky has to say.

“How is she doing?”

Apparently, you were in surgery and it wasn’t going well at all. You had lost a lot of blood and you were at risk of kidney and brain damage if your blood transfusion didn’t work fast enough. They hadn’t heard word on anything else yet and Wanda was appropriately beside herself at the uncertainty of the entire situation. The doctors hadn’t committed to an answer on your prognosis at this point and the only thing they had told Wanda was that you’re likely to lose the baby, if you haven’t already.

Steve falls back against the driver’s seat with a curse at this news. He feels horrible about the possibility that you and Wanda, all of them really, were so excited about this only to have it ripped away so soon after. He can’t imagine how Wanda’s feeling and he tries to think of what their options are.

“Has anyone contacted Pietro?”

He and Bucky were usually on the same page and he claims to have already called him and he’s on his way.

“I’m worried about her, Steve. She’s just been sitting in silence and staring off into space. She’s not even crying.”

Steve frowns at this because he’s seen Wanda get emotional before. He’s seen the entire spectrum of positive and negative emotion from the redhead. When she was distraught, she could behave similarly to how she did when they confronted Vision. She would scream in anger and resort to violence if necessary. Steve had only seen Wanda like she is now a couple of times. The first was when the Maximoff parents had died and Wanda and Pietro became orphans. The second time was when Pietro had gotten into a horrible car accident and almost died.

This had been while you and Wanda were married and luckily, you’d been there to help her through it. Steve hopes that Pietro will be enough to get her through this. Luckily Bucky says he’s not too far away that he should get there before him. Steve decides that since you’re still in surgery, and most of the family is flocking to the hospital, he’s going to grab dinner to bring to them. Despite appreciating his presence, Wanda really needs her brother, or you. Honestly, she needs both of you right now and Steve just prays that by tomorrow she’ll still have the two of you.

Wanda’s sitting in a private waiting room staring at the wall across from her. She’s been doing this for close to two hours since you went to surgery, and the only interruptions have been from nurses that have stopped by periodically when there are updates. There has only been one real update and it was not a good one, and Wanda’s been silent ever since. She was told that you may not make it. That your body is struggling to deal with the amount of blood you’d lost. The term the doctor used was vaguely familiar to her, you’d know it for sure, but the important part of it is that you’re in trouble. They were doing everything they could, but it was up to you at this point.

The kicker was that not only was she at risk of losing you, but she’s almost certain you’re going to lose their baby. It wasn’t your fault and she wasn’t mad, at least not at you. She was angry at Rumlow and Vision, and if she could kill them again, she would, slowly. However, right now she’s just deeply depressed by the idea of losing you and your unborn child. As horrible as it feels, and Wanda’s been struggling with this for a while, she’d gladly pick you over your baby. She wants kids so badly, but not at such a high price. She wants you more than anything, including kids, and she’ll go the rest of her life just being a cat mom if you make it through this.

Pietro arrives to find an odd sight that starts with his sister. She’s staring at the ceiling now contemplating her life without you and kids, and she’s oblivious to her concerned friends that surround her. They’re equally worried about you and Wanda at this point, as they sit in uncomfortable chairs waiting impatiently for good news that may not come. Bucky’s going between staring at the floor or checking on Wanda. Nat’s looking less worried, but she’s clearly concerned as she watches both Bucky and Wanda and the door restlessly.  She’s petting Boone who is just lying down on the floor whining occasionally. He doesn’t know what’s happened, but he knows that everyone seems tense, and you’re not here, so he’s upset.

Nat spots Pietro first and she sighs in relief before glancing to his sister who’s still spacing out. Bucky jumps to his feet and hugs the blonde before filling him in.

“How’s she doing?”

“They’re both hanging in there, but we could use your help.”

Pietro nods as he moves over to his sister after shooting Nat a smile. He sits down beside her, but its not until he reaches out for her that she realizes he’s there. She jumps slightly before looking to her brother with a frown.

“Sestra.”

He says a few things in their native language, and Wanda responds in a way that tells her friends what she’s saying even if they don’t understand it. She’s still frowning until Pietro says something with a smirk and a suggestive tone. She smacks his arm before rolling her eyes and leaning into the older Maximoff’s shoulder with a sigh.

“I’m tired, Piet. Tired and worried. I feel like I failed.”

Pietro knows this without her even saying it because he knows his sister well. She’s blaming herself because she let you go back to work, and someone somehow slipped by Bucky and took you. There’s a lot to be upset about, but it’s no one’s fault but Rumlow’s and Vision’s. He’s glad that they’re both dead, but he would have liked to participate in that. Still, he focuses his attention on his exhausted sister who’s only minutes away from falling asleep on him.

“You know what Y/n would say about this, don’t you?”

There’s no response despite having heard what Pietro says. Wanda just doesn’t have the energy to argue with him right now. She’s convinced that she should have done more and by not doing so, by letting you go back to work, she let this happen. As if Pietro can hear her thoughts, he shakes his shoulder to get her attention. Wanda scowls in annoyance and sits up to glare at her brother, but he beats her to it with a pointed look.

“Wh-?”

“She’d look at you like this, and tell you to shut up and you know it.”

Wanda sighs as she starts to cry at the thought of you saying this exact thing to her. You do it occasionally, when Wanda’s really stressed for no reason and you’re trying to convince her to calm down. It’s reserved for special cases, and this would certainly be one of them. Despite how it initially annoyed her that you did this, she would love to hear this from you right now. Even if she doesn’t believe it.

Wanda nods as she wipes her eyes and rests her head back on her brother’s shoulder. She sighs heavily as she looks to her brother and then her friends who are watching the exchange between siblings.

“I know. You’re not wrong.”

Pietro laughs at this before he just shakes his head and leans against Wanda with a smile.

“That’s the closest you’ll get to saying I’m right, isn’t it?”

Wanda rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it as she closes her eyes and takes another deep breath. She smiles slightly before looking around the room at her friends. She sighs again before offering them a grateful look. She feels bad that she’s ignored them for so long while she’s been stuck in her head. She’s sure they are worried about you as well.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t thank you guys for finding her. I really appreciate it.”

They both just nodded and were about to speak up when there’s a knock on the door. Wanda immediately sits up and Bucky straightens up as well when the door opens to reveal someone in a white coat.

“Mrs. Maximoff, your wife’s out of surgery.”

Wanda stands up to meet the doctor in the middle of the room with a concerned look. She needs to know how you are doing. She assumes that he would have led with the bad news if you hadn’t made it. That said, she’s been hard-pressed in the past to find medical doctors that she’s liked. Maybe she was just picky, and she held everyone to higher standards than was typical. For this reason, she wishes she could have gotten you to the compound and Dr. Palmer.

“How is she?”

The brunette in front of her frowns slightly and Wanda feels her heart rate pick up. Pietro gets up and comes to stand next to her, but she barely notices as she’s waiting anxiously for the doctor to speak up.

“She’s still not in the clear yet, but let’s give her time before we talk any further about prognosis.”

Pietro cringes and Nat shoots the doctor a glare as Wanda stares at him in shock. Bucky crosses his arms and shoots the brunette a disapproving look, but he says nothing as Pietro speaks up. Wanda’s still trying to figure out how someone told her that you’re still not guaranteed to make it, but that he doesn’t care to discuss it at the moment.

“She’s not in the clear. Can you elaborate on that?”                                              

Wanda’s already trying to figure out how to get you out of here and to the compound by the time the doctor dares to sigh. He might be tired, he might be annoyed, but it’s not appreciated by anyone in the room. Wanda tilts her head to listen to the doctor’s explanation and her faith in him continues to drop with each passing second.

“At the end of surgery, she wasn’t doing well, so she was put into a medical coma to give her time to recover.”

Pietro stares at him incredulously while Wanda contemplates how to kill this brunette in the most painful way possible. She wonders where this guy came from and why they weren’t seeing their regular doctor. She’ll have to ask about this soon. Nat stands up and Wanda realizes that she needs to speak up or else someone’s going to get punched.

“Is she stable right now?”

This question seemed to be more complicated than Wanda intended and the brunette just frowns as he thinks about it for a moment. Wanda’s lost patience at this point however and she’s speaking again before he can respond.

“Assuming that she’s able to stay on the same medications/treatments, would she be at risk if she went for a 30-minute drive?”

The uncertainty on his face was enough to cement Wanda’s decision and Bucky seems to know where she’s going with this as well, and he grabs his phone in preparation. Pietro is also understanding what Wanda’s getting at and he prepares to follow his sister as she storms out of the room.

“I suppose. I wouldn’t advise it, but I doubt she’d decompensate.”

That’s all Wanda needs to hear and she nods before shooting the doctor a displeased smile.

“Thank you doctor, we’ll take it from here.”

Pietro and Wanda head for the door, the former on the phone to call Dr. Palmer, while Nat and Bucky stay back to organize a pick-up team. Wanda’s going to get you out of here and under the care of someone that she trusts as soon as possible. She ignores the doctor’s protests and follows the hall to the first person she finds.

She asks where you are and she’s shown to your room immediately. She stops in the doorway when she spots you and it takes her a moment to move again. You’re hooked up to a lot of different machines and you’re still too pale for comfort as she walks further into the room to see you. Your breathing is slow and deep like you’re asleep, and she takes a deep breath before reaching out for you with a small smile.  

“Hi detka, we’re going to get you out of here, okay? I’ll get you taken care of.”

Wanda squeezes your hand and just kneels at your bedside not bothering to get a chair. She sighs as she listens to your monitors and closes her eyes to try and take a breather. She vaguely hears her brother get off the phone and walk towards her, but she doesn’t pay him any mind until he starts talking. She looks up when she feels a hand on her shoulder, and she sees Pietro smiling at her.

“Christine will be waiting for us when we get there. She’ll be safe and away from that ass.”

Wanda can’t help but smile at this and she nods before standing up to hug her brother. She always gives him shit for being obnoxious and egotistical, but she knew it was really a front and that the blonde wasn’t like that. He was protective, caring and dedicated to his family above all. She loved him an embarrassing amount and she was glad that he was here with her.

“Thank you, Piet.”

By the time they all get to the compound, Dr. Palmer is already there waiting with Dr. Hale, and a few others who have been briefed on what happened to you. The team had already been in touch with the doctor you’d been treated by and they had everything they needed to know. Wanda walks in and watches you get hooked up to everything, but she’s distracted by a hand on her shoulder.

“Wanda, I’m so sorry. “

Wanda turns into the touch and sees Christine shooting her a sympathetic look. She’s pulled into a hug by the other redhead and she sighs as she allows herself to relax. You’re going to be well taken care of now, and she trusts her expertise more than anyone else’s in the field.

“Thank you, Christine, and thank you for helping.”

She nearly rolls her eyes at the younger redhead but she ends up just scoffing before waving her off. She can tell how rattled Wanda is and instead of addressing this and making her more nervous, she focuses on you and your care. She’d called your doctor and asked for all of the information he had, and after going through his surgery step by step, she determined that you were treated appropriately.

“Of course. I want you to know, that despite being an ass, Dr. Frick did all the right things.”

Wanda begrudgingly accepted this with a frown and she turned back to see that you were all set up. You were still undisturbed by the hustle and bustle around you, and Wanda was at least grateful that you didn’t seem to be in pain.

“That’s good to hear at least.”

Christine nods before looking over to you and then turning back to Wanda with an apologetic look.

“He’s smart, but unfortunately his bedside manner leaves a lot of be desired.”

Wanda actually laughs at this because it’s certainly true, and she thinks about how you’d feel about all of this. You didn’t like a good number of medical doctors that have treated you and you certainly wouldn’t have liked this one. This thought makes Wanda think of the last time you both were at the doctor and how disappointed you’d been to find out you weren’t pregnant. Felling this familiar disappointment again causes Wanda’s frown to deepen.

Realizing she’s distracted, Christine turns to Pietro before doing her best to make the redhead relax.

“We’re going to take good care of, Y/n, okay? I’ll let you know as soon as we know more.”

Despite insisting that she wasn’t going to leave your side, and that she was going to spend the night next to you in the hospital, Wanda finds herself back in her rooms. She’s since reunited with Boone who was confused and upset about his mother’s absence. He didn’t understand what was going on, and Wanda wasn’t in the mood to coddle him. She lies down on the bed before thinking about how fucked up things had gotten in the past week.

Vision was dead.

Rumlow was dead.

You were fighting for your life in a hospital bed.

All of this because Vision was a jealous, vindictive person who couldn’t let go of the idea of winning her over.

She becomes furious at the thought of everything he’d put you through this week and over the years. She thinks back to what you said about Vision harassing you without her knowing, and she wants to kick herself for not mentioning it to him. She’d been so distracted by everything else going on that she’d forgotten to address it, and now it was too late. Sure she supposed he was dead, and he wouldn’t be able to lie to you anymore. However, as far as Wanda was concerned, he hadn’t been punished nearly enough for what he did to you, but she was just going to have to live with that. She sighs heavily before she looks around the room and sees Boone staring at her from where he’s lying down on the ground. She shoots him an equally sad look before she pats the bed next to her.

“Come here, boy.”

She waits as he rounds the bed before jumping into your spot quickly. Wanda usually doesn’t let him in bed, but tonight she’ll make an exception. She doesn’t want to sleep alone right now, and Boone is the closest she’ll get to being with you at the moment. She waves him closer and he ventures across the bed to lie down next to her. He places his head on her shoulder and licks her face which makes her smile despite how gross it is.

“Thanks, Boone.”

She’s thinking about when Boone will be able to see you again when she falls asleep a few minutes later. Wanda wakes up the next morning despite being exhausted because her phone is ringing. She didn’t hear it at first. It was Boone who sat up and started to nudge her before she realized someone wanted her attention. She reached out blindly for her phone and checked the caller ID. It’s her brother and she almost considers not answering it, but then the sound of knocking motivates her enough to press the call button.

“Piet?”

“Hey, let me in. I brought you something!”

Wanda sighs in defeat and watches as Boone runs to the front door to greet the other Maximoff. She doesn’t bother with a change of clothes and heads to the door in whatever she put on yesterday with a sigh. Boone’s pawing at the door and she just nudges him out of the way so she can let her brother in.

She’s not expecting to see him there with a cake and a bottle of booze, and she just stares at him as he walks through the doorway.

“Piet, what are you doing here?”

He just smiles at her as he turns around and gestures to the items in his hand. Wanda can’t read what the cake says, but it has blue icing that spells something. She decides to worry about that later and watches as Boone greets her brother while sniffing the cake in his hand.

“I brought you breakfast.”

Wanda follows her brother to the kitchen where he sets down the cake before handing her the alcohol. It’s her favorite drink that she doesn’t have much because not only is it crazy expensive, close to $10k for a bottle, but it makes her very drunk, very quickly. The few times she had it with you had been predictably wild. She eyes the bottle with longing because she’d love to have some now, but it is only 8 in the morning, and you’re still sleeping in a hospital bed.

“Thanks, Piet, but isn’t it a little early? I should probably check on Y/n first.”

He knew that Wanda was going to say that, but he’d already checked on you and you were the same. He mentions this before deciding that he needs to tell her the truth. He suspects that Wanda already knows, but telling her now that it’s certain is something that she needs to hear so she can start to process it.

“I just came by from checking up on her. Christine told me a couple of things to pass to you.”

Wanda frowns as she looks away from the bottle that she’d taken from her brother. She sets it down on the counter and waits for Pietro to get to the point.

“What did she say?”

Pietro pulls out two of the stools at the counter and sits down before gesturing for his sister to sit. She does and she tries not to get too nervous when Pietro sighs again.

“She told me that Y/n probably needs to be asleep for a week before waking her up. She wants to make sure that she’s healthy enough.”

Wanda sighs in defeat at the thought of this. She hates that you’re so hurt and that you are in a coma. Mostly she hates that she couldn’t stop it from happening. She just wants to have you with her again, to hold you close, but she knows you need to get better. She needs to give you this time to get better despite how much she wants you awake right now. She nods in agreement because she’s not going to do anything to compromise your recovery. She’ll make do.

“Okay, what else?”

Pietro hesitates and that’s all Wanda needs to realize this isn’t good news. Not that the last bit was exactly good, but she could at least live with that. She waits as her brother finds the words to confirm her second worst fear.

“She also confirmed that Y/n is no longer pregnant.”

Wanda doesn’t respond immediately and Pietro watches as her face falls and he sees a blip of sadness before the mask is up. Wanda just shakes her head before she looks away and tries to find a distraction. It works about as well as she thought it would, and by the time she spots Boone nearby she already has tears in her eyes. She hates this. She hates it so much, and she wants to scream and hit someone, but there’s no one here but her brother.

She also knows that it won’t make anything better in the end. She might feel good for a few seconds, but the end result will be the same. She’ll feel defeated, cheated and angry for the two of you. She wipes her eyes, watching as Boone comes up to put his head on her leg with a whine. She pets him, not noticing as Pietro stands up and grabs a glass for his sister.

“I’m sorry, sestra.  I know you and Y/n were excited.”

Wanda can only nod with a sad look as she takes the offered glass with a very large shot poured into it. She doesn’t drink it immediately. She looks to Boone who’s practically in her lap now before she takes a sip, not the whole thing because she doesn’t want to get drunk quite yet.

“I had a feeling. I hate to say this and make it all about me, but I--.”

Wanda trails off as she shakes her head with a heavy sigh. She doesn’t want to say this out loud. Even though she’d decided in the hospital yesterday, she still felt bad about admitting that she was more worried about you than your baby. She could live without a kid, but she wasn’t sure if she could live without you.

Pietro frowns as he reaches out for his sister’s glass to take it from her. She doesn’t seem to notice, but her hand’s shaking so badly, Pietro’s worried she’ll drop it. He sets it down before looking back to her sister who’s lost in thought.

“What is it?”

Wanda considers shaking her head and taking it back. She doesn’t want everyone to know this, and her brother is a bit of a loud mouth. That said, with something this important, he might actually be able to keep a secret.

“It’s horrible, and I hate that she lost the baby, but I care about her first and foremost. I need her to be okay. I don’t need a baby.”

Pietro nods at this and is about to tell his sister that he understands when she speaks up again. She’s starting to really worry about how you’ll react when you wake up. Will you remember everything? Will you get angry at her? She has no way of knowing and that’s stressing her out, and she hates that it’s overshadowing her fear of you not waking up at all.

Wanda doesn’t realize she’s crying again until Boone jumps up on her as she’s wiping her eyes. She pushes him back down before she turns to face Pietro. He’s already standing up and Wanda meets him for a hug as she starts to cry harder.

“I just –I don’t want her to be mad at me.”

Pietro sighs as he holds his sister tightly. He’d considered this briefly as well when he’d thought about what had happened to you. He’d known about the tracker because he’d actually suggested it when you’d first gotten hurt by Wanda’s enemies. You’d been unconscious and he’d joked about putting one in you to be able to find you if this happened again. He hadn’t realized his sister took him seriously until he asked about it a little later.

“I know you don’t, but honestly Wanda she’s not going to be happy. She might be annoyed for a while, but you know how much she loves you. She’ll get over it. You honestly just wanted to help her, and you did. You found her a lot faster than last time.”

Wanda thinks about this and despite her brother’s sound logic, she knows that she won’t be able to stop worrying about it until she talks to you. She just hopes that you feel the way that Pietro says you will.

It’s a very weird feeling being conscious of your unconsciousness. Your entire body aches and you’re glad you’re lying down because you doubt you could even hold yourself up. You’re sore and you can’t remember what happened to you immediately. You’re going in and out of consciousness when you hear people around you start talking. Their voices are muffled and you definitely don’t recognize them as you try to fight your fatigue. Sometimes you want to wake up, and other times you wish you were in a deeper sleep. You feel pangs of pain every now and then in your abdomen, and that’s how you remember what happened to you.

You remember getting shot and then it’s all a blur after that. You don’t remember anyone coming to rescue you, and you don’t remember how you ended up here. Still, you hope that Vision and Rumlow are dead, and that Wanda’s okay. You hope that she’s not too worried or too mad at you.

You miss her. A lot. You wish you could be with her and Boone and the rest of your family instead of stuck in this bed. You wonder why she hasn’t visited you yet. How long have you been here?

You don’t realize that when you dream of Wanda visiting you a little later, it’s not a dream at all.

Wanda and Boone head down to medical to visit you later that afternoon. She’d gotten drunk with her brother before sleeping it off and deciding that she’d avoided you for long enough. It wasn’t right to ignore you when you were bedridden because of her own fears. She just had to believe that if you did get mad at her, you would forgive her.

Boone’s sniffing frantically as he follows Wanda down the hall to your room. She can tell he’s looking for you, and it makes her heart break a little at the idea of him not understanding what’s going on, or why you’re down here yet again. She ignores the looks she and Boone get as she comes up on your room. She grabs Boone’s harness before telling him to sit, and despite realizing he’s found you he does as he’s told before looking to the rest of the people in the room.

She steps into the room to greet the nurses and the one doctor she recognizes. She’s still a little drunk she thinks because it takes her a solid three seconds to come up with her name, but she uses her time to think watching you sleep.

“Dr. Hale, how are you?”

Wanda looks away from you because she knows you’re about the same as last time. If not, she’s sure your doctor will tell her otherwise. She watches as the blonde smiles slightly before claiming that she’s been busy but she doesn’t mind it. She then looks to you before telling Wanda how you’ve done overnight.

“She’s been stable overnight. Nothing really new to report luckily.”

Wanda supposes this is good news and she’s about to nod in agreement when she hears Boone whine from the doorway. Dr. Hale turns first and Wanda sighs before she shoots the doctor an apologetic look.

“Sorry, he’s just been restless without Y/n. I just wanted him to see where she was.”

She nods in understanding because she knows how upset her cat gets when she leaves for too long, and she imagines it must be worse for a dog. She turns to Boone before waving to him and patting her leg in a ‘come here’ motion.

“I understand. Hi Boone. Do you want to come in?”

Boone practically runs into the room and Wanda smiles as he nudges Taylor’s offered hand with his nose before running over to you. He’s tall enough to see you but he tries to jump up on your bed. However, Wanda sees it coming, and she stops him with a frown.

“No buddy. No jumping.”

Boone whines but he doesn’t try to jump again as he licks your hand before nudging it with another whine. He moves your hand so it’s on his nose before he just sits next to you and leans into the bed. He looks very uncomfortable, but Wanda just lets him be for a moment before she takes a closer look at you. As she moves towards your bed, Dr. Hale shoots a pointed look to the nurses and they just nod before heading for the door. The blonde follows behind them with one last look as she leaves the trio alone.

“I’ll give you privacy. Let me know if you need anything.”

Wanda thanks her before she looks around the room for a chair. She sighs as she spots one on the other side of the room. She grabs it and sits next to Boone by your side with a groan. She really shouldn’t have drunk all of that this morning, but she’s honestly just wanting to sleep. She holds your hand before kissing it with a smile.

“Hi Y/n. I should apologize to you. For a lot of things.”

She stops as she looks to Boone who’s putting his paw up on the bed next to you, but not attempting to jump up. He’s watching Wanda though because he knows he’ll get in trouble if he does it, but he can’t help but want to.

“I shouldn’t have put all the pressure on you when we decided we wanted to have kids. I know you volunteered, but it put a lot of unnecessary stress on you and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it. I want you to know that I’d rather have you over kids any day. So, I need you to wake up soon, detka.”

Wanda wipes away her tears before she takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand. She touches your cheek glad to at least feel that you’re warmer than the last time she saw you.

“I know I should have told you about the tracker. It wasn’t right to do it without your consent. I apologize, and I’ll do whatever I have to, to make it up to you.”

She sits next to you in silence for a while before she decides that she needs to leave you soon. If she’s doesn’t, she’ll stay here for the rest of the day just watching you sleep and quickly getting more anxious. She knows this is just day one for you, and that you have a lot of time to go before you’ll feel better, let alone wake up. She needs to give you time to recover, and she knows hanging out here all day will be bad for everyone. She’ll be in the way, and she’ll become more depressed with each passing hour. So after about an hour of sitting with you and talking to you about what’s transpired since you were awake, she decided to leave. She thought about it a lot last night, and after drinking with her brother this morning she’s decided to pay Strucker a visit. She wants to see if he knows about or played a part in Rumlow’s involvement in Vision’s plot. She kisses your forehead before standing and returning her chair to its original place. She turns to Boone who’s still resting next to you before waving him along.

“Come on Boone. We can visit again later. We’re going for a drive.”

It takes a little more than that and a tug or two to get Boone to follow her. He whines a lot, but he eventually leaves you and follows Wanda to the elevator. She can already tell he’s moping but she’s hoping a ride in the car will make him feel better. She checks in with Bucky and then Steve to tell them of her plan, and she’s not surprised that they’re both a little caught off guard by her sudden interest in Strucker.

Nevertheless, Bucky agrees to hang out here and keep an eye on you while Steve gets ready to accompany Wanda. She’s not going to bother calling. She’s hoping that he’ll be exactly where he usually is, and after getting changed and loading Boone into the car, she sets off to find Strucker.

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Part 11

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

hi!! i really like your blog! and I was wondering if you could write michael/reader nsfw? I really love your headcanons, thank you for your work💕

Hi friend! Thank you so much! I try my hardest to make sure that y’all are happy with what I write!

Hoo hoo hoo I love this ask. Literally my favorite. I have 3 fics of just Michael/Reader lemons because I’m down bad for our Goth rockstar

If you’re interested in those, let me know if you’d like me to upload them!

I saw this ask and decided the best thing to do would be the NSFW Alphabet because what better opportunity than now, and I want to dip my toes into the NSFW pool before throwing myself in, I hope you understand!

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: NSFW, down bad behavior, mentions of choking and bondage

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Michael’s a very attentive partner. After he wears you out, he’s immediately out of bed grabbing a wash cloth and some water or Gatorade. He knows he gets rough when he wants to, so he makes up for it by taking care of you before taking care of himself

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He loves his hands. His hands are beautiful, with long fingers, and they look even better wrapped around your throat when he’s pounding into you

On you, he loves your face. He loves watching your eyes roll back when he hits that specific spot, and loves how your lips wrap around his dick when you go down on him. He thinks you make the cutest faces when he’s between your legs and returning the favor

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He cums A LOT. Michael loves cumming on your stomach, thighs, ass or back. You’d have to beg him for weeks to even THINK about finishing inside if you two aren’t married.

But if you are married… 😏

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Michael can’t seem to keep his mind off of you. Which sounds sweet, but when he’s pitching a tent in the middle of a studio session because he can’t stop thinking of you bent over a counter, you’ll realize he really is just a horn dog in disguise. He’s always thinking about you naked, on your knees, bent over a counter, eating you out. He’s got a very dirty mind

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He’s had sex before you, of course. He was (and is) hot, everyone liked him because he was the mysterious bad boy. He wasn’t inexperienced when you two got together, but being with you, he’s really honed in on his bedroom skills

F= Favorite position

Doggystyle. He likes being able to pull your hair and watch your ass shake with each thrust into you. He also likes lotus position, as it’s very intimate and he can watch your face as you try to get yourself off

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He’s not super duper serious during sex, but he doesn’t expect full blown jokes or laughing. During foreplay, though, he lives for your giggles when he accidentally tickles you or you both are struggling to find a good position. He’ll make sure that you don’t have the breath to laugh once you two really get started

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Not unruly, but not clean shaven. He trims himself once or twice a week, just enough to make it comfortable for the both of you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Depending on the occasion, Michael can be either sweet and slow or fucking you like an animal. When the both of you are on a date night or just spending time together is when you get the good, drawn out sex.

When he’s running late, or has a show he has to get to is when he flips a switch. He’ll have you on your knees and fucking your throat or have you pressed against a wall, chasing his own orgasm. He feels bad he doesn’t always get you off, but he more than makes up for it when he gets home

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He only really jacks off if he’s away on tour or he’s out of the country visiting his family. Michaels has hundreds and hundred of pictures of you in lewd positions that he always sneaks away to pleasure himself to. He loves when you send him more ammunition to keep him occupied until he can get home to get his hands on you

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Michael’s very vanilla for the most part. He does like to throw in some ass smacking and choking, but he’s an old fashioned guy. If you do ever want to try something, he’s always 100% down as long as both parties are comfortable with your desires.

Might have a little bit of an exhibition kink. The risk of being caught just does something for him.

Definitely loves having you tied up or having himself tied up, just some light bondage

Really really loves to hear you begging for him. He also loves to hear you praising him when he’s giving you exactly what you want.

Definitely has a breeding kink

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

At home, first and foremost. He has taken you to his concerts before and loved taking you backstage to fuck you, knowing at any point his manager or bandmates could walk in and see you two

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

-When you wear anything that shows off your legs or chest. Particularly loves it when you wear a pair of too-short shorts or just your underwear and a tank top

-When you kiss/bite his neck

-Watching you get yourself off

-Sitting on his face

-Anything about you really seems to turn him on. Like I said, he’s always thinking about you, so whatever you do gets him going and ready to take you as soon as he steps foot through the door

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Anything that has to do with causing actual physical harm, bodily fluids, adding another person into your bedroom escapades, heavy BDSM. He doesn’t like sharing you and he doesn’t like hurting you

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Prefers to give, but does not mind if you want to return the favor

He’s got the tongue of a God, and he’s not shy about showing you just how talented he truly is

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

It depends on how he’s feeling. If he’s lovey, wants to spend time just watching your react to his every touch, he’s slow, sweet, very attentive to all of your needs.

If he’s angry at something or just unbelievably horny, he’s 0-100. He’s slamming into you faster than you can even think, almost like he’s using you just to get off. He’ll make sure you’re still finishing, but he shows no mercy when he’s pent up and frustrated.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Michael definitely does not prefer quickies. He wants to show you all of his love and takes hours to do so. He settles for quickies if one of you are in a hurry, but if he knows he wants to have sex before something, he usually always makes time to make sure the both of you are thoroughly satisfied

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He’s set in his ways, but if you want to try something, he’ll do just about anything.

He does want to try taking you into a secluded area in public to have some fun, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Michael can go for hours if you let him. He’s always had a high sex drive, so he can go multiple rounds without needing a break. Of course, he’ll let you take a break, but as soon as you’re ready again, he’s all over you.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He knows you have a toy or two to help yourself when he’s not there. He’s also definitely incorporated your toys into your sex life, drinking in all of your noises and faces as he’s using a vibrator on your most sensitive areas.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Michael’s a little bit of a tease, but nothing too major. He loves ghosting his hands over your body, hovering his fingers against your most needy areas, watching you buck up to try and get him to finally touch you. He also loves to overstimulate by edging, but he doesn’t unless he has consent.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He’s amazing at dirty talk, and he hates to admit that he gets whiny sometimes. It’s usually when he’s wanted you for so long and he’s finally able to have you that he starts whining your name.

He moans and cusses under his breath, praising your body while he’s rutting into you

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He’s a hair puller. And he loves having his own hair tugged at. When he’s settled between your legs and holding your hips down so he can pleasure you, P L E A S E grab a hold of his curls and tug that shit. It drives him absolutely wild

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A little over 9 inches, average girth, cut.

He has a vein on the underside of his dick that drives him wild if you pay special attention to it

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He’d have sex 6 times a day if he could. But he knows that’s not possible, so he usually goes at least once daily, or twice every other day. Michael has a very high sex drive, but if you don’t want sex, he can handle himself just fine

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He makes sure that you’re okay and have everything you need before taking care of himself. If you want him to take a shower with you, he will. If you want him to change the sheets after a session, he will. He makes sure that you’re settled before he even thinks about going to bed.

[aachria]

AAAAHHHH oh this fic means so much to me you have no idea.

I have finally had time to catch up fully from the end of Skypiea, and now having scrolled through all the blog posts I've had to skip because of spoilers amd now my ass has so many thoughts. So I apologize in advance but this fic has made a permanant home in my brain

After reading Skypiea again I noticed that Aisa said that the voices around Ed sounded like trumpets and that made me think about if they sound like the trumpets from 'Overtaken' because that would fit with Luffys drums. But then you mentioned the book of revelation and trumpets in that so I googled it and now I'm scared, not sure if I should be scared on behalf of Ed or their opponenets though...

AND then you mentioned briefly that in Enis lobby Ed would be fighting someone we've met before and of god please dont make it be mr. blue hair guy from the casino in Alabasta, he made me nervous even back then you cant do this to me bb

AND I just adore how you wrote g8, it's such a fun arc in the anime and you captured Jonathan so well, I love his and Ed's interactios so much, their talk over chess what amazing!

And the Ed and Ace interactions were so good I am in love, i too would kick anybodys ass for Ed.

And I am so exited to learn more about mr. Tone D. ial

ALSO Ed slowly gaining haki!!!! AAAAHHHH it makes me incredibly exited.

Not to mention the dream sequences they make me so giddy I am a sucker for symbolism (SUNFLOWERS AND ED AND LUFFY AND THE SUN!!!) and such and it makes me so giddy, I am moments away from drawing the dream with Ms. Fathers day. I am going to be rereading and dissecting them multiple times because I am a sucker for lore and being able to figure things out!!!

Also I am so pumped to see how Enis Lobby turns out, please my poor Ed has already been throught so much pain in the last chapters please let them have a singular breath I am begging

Again I have an unhealthy obsession with this fic and I love it!!!

Kind regards I will now reread this fic for the 8th time <3

Wow this is a lot pop off.

The Book of Revelations thing was mostly a joke but hey- you never know.

Oh? He made you nervous? Whyever for?

I miss Jonathan. Loved that guy. I miss Ace too. Y’all remember what is supposed to happen to him during this arc? …yeah me either.

LORE LORE LORE! I’m such a sucker for sunflower symbolism always. And when I tell you it will get more layers I am telling you to strap in and prepare.

Oml I would cry if you made art of that. Real tears.

Ed? Breath?? Ever??? I think the fuck not.

[ladytemeraire]

OK I’m attempting to be better about recognizing and celebrating the good things, so here’s something good from today. CW for brief mention of potential/theoretical animal abuse in the first paragraph only, the rest is all happy things.

For context if you don’t follow me or are new to my blog: Sadie, my GSD mix, has fear-based reactivity with both people and dogs. She was a stray before I got her from the shelter at 3-4 years old, we both got jumped by an off-leash dog in her first month with me, and I’m pretty sure one of the shelter workers hit her at some point. Understandably, her default reaction to both people and dogs is “bark and be scary to make the scary thing go away”. (And as a 55-pound Shep she definitely can look scary when she wants, which doesn’t exactly endear her to strangers.)

But y’all. Today Sadie got to meet the guy that lives catty-corner to me, and she did SO! GOOD!

We were on this little triangle boulevard of land across from my driveway, where I like to let her sniff the squirrel trails, and this guy was out in his drive. So he and I were chatting from afar, and she was interested but not barking or reacting to him and doing very good at engage/disengage. I asked if we could come over, and when he said yes I went “do you want to go say hi?” and she was SO good! Very interested in the doggy smells in his yard, but she went up and sniffed him several times and even gave him gentle licks on his hand. This is literally the best reaction she’s ever had with a strange man and I was so proud of her!!!

She was definitely a little overstimulated because of the doggy smells and being able to hear his dog barking inside, so we kept it short for an introduction. And I think in the future we need to be the ones to leave the situation first, because when he started to walk away she did start barking (which I think was partly “strange man moving��� and partly “my new friend is leaving me”). But overall, SO much progress from a year ago!

I definitely cried some happy tears inside and gave her so much praise and a million belly rubs. I know this sounds like such a basic interaction, but for a reactive dog this is a huge milestone and something that I honestly wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to do. It really shows that our work is paying off and gives me hope that she’ll be less overwhelmed around people in the future.

[monkeydlesbian]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS + THEIR FAVORITE FOOTBALLERS — PART 2

OTHER SCHOOLS

KARASUNO EDITION

in honor (and as an apology) of the world cup ending and my incessant discussion (hysteria) over it on this here anime centered blog, i’ve gathered a few haikyuu babygirls and have assigned them their favorite soccer players. this is a joke but at the same time it’s the most important post i’ve ever made. i’m sorry in advance for this (for the richarlison one especially)

tooru oikawa + neymar jr

like 😭😭😭 there’s no way y’all didn’t see this coming. oikawa LOVES the fun and flair that neymar brings to the pitch, and he loves the energy of the brazilian nt in general. if they were to meet i think the world would explode. HIDE your girlfriends if these two ever became friends. true menace behavior would ensue. the only bad thing messi has done was introduce the two of them

hajime iwaizumi + matt turner (taste)

iwa also clocks me as another gk meat rider. i feel like he really got into soccer in california and has been following certain players ever since and matt turner happens to be one of them. LOVES how gk’s are able to control the game in seconds with one catch, and specifically admires turner’s sound handling and how he barely hesitates. iwa <3 matt turner <3

kotaro bokuto + richarlison de andrade (TASTE)

FIRST OFF. they can both run a train on me 🤍 anyways they’re bird brothers 🦉🐦 !! so many reasons as to why bokuto loves richarlison but he LOVES how richarlison doesn’t give a shit about what other ppl think of him (re: cry more 😢). probably has been following him since his late everton days/early spurs days. richarlison’s backstory also made him cry like a little baby, and he loves how richarlison isn’t afraid to cry on the pitch and in front of his idols (we love men in tune with their emotions). HIMBO CENTRAL with these two 😭 bokuto also lost his goddamn mind at richy’s bicycle kick against serbia (he just like me)

keiji akaashi + son heung-min

this is just another one that makes so much sense to me. such sweet guys and i think akaashi really admires how much sonny loves his sport and his country 😢😢😢 sonny is a big team player and i think akaashi really resonates with that as well. was introduced to sonny through bokuto’s obsession w richarlison 😭 akaashi + bokuto and sonny + richarlison are just goated bestie pairings. when he watches games he’s always so calm until sonny scores and that’s when he jumps from the couch and screams 😭 spurs fan (derogatory)

tetsuro kuroo + paul pogba

the first thing that drew kuroo to pogba was his DRIP. kuroo was so upset to find that he wasn’t on the france nt roster for the world cup and almost didn’t watch any matches bc of it 😭 (fanboy fr). but he did get really excited to see him in the stands during the final aww. genuinely believes that pogba is the best midfielder to grace football (luka modrić is right there kuroo 😒). also believes that the reason france lost in the final was bc they didn’t have pogba in the middle. he just like me

[lionews]

for all y’all saying that october/mawce are too young to be held accountable, i want to bring up a few points.

first thing is that mawce’s account is a year old, so unless they lied about their age when signing up, they’re no younger than 17 now. a seventeen year old is entirely fucking capable of making rational decisions, especially those that would directly impact the animals in their care. if a 12 year old has the capacity to understand that a dog needs to be walked an fed every day, then a 17 year old should SURELY be able to know that snakes and rats also need to eat and be well taken care of.

secondly, mawce mentioned in one of their points that they had to go behind their mother’s back to acquire at least one of their reptiles at a reptile expo. the whole “the parents should be responsible for the animal” argument kind of falls apart when a 17 year old knowingly goes behind their mother’s back to get an $700 animal.

third, they said multiple times that some of their snakes cost them at LEAST $700. and yet, when their rats got sick, they had to resort to begging their mom to take them to the vet. i don’t own rats but i did look up how much on average a vet visit for a rat costs and it seems like it is somewhere between $50-$200. and then a couple months later, mawce is talking about having to sell their $700 pets for one reason or another. to me, this sounds like poor planning on their own part. buying/breeding more animals than they could afford to take care of. a parent is not necessarily obligated to help their 17 year old pay for vet visits or food if the 17 year old clearly didn’t budget properly, especially since it doesn’t seem like the parents wanted much to do with the animals in the first place.

ramble over, but i hope you get the idea. they are at MINIMUM 17, but maybe older. that means that they ought to be mature enough to face the consequences of their poor decisions. none of this “but i’m a minor!” crap. if you buy the pet, you’re obligated to care for it. end of story.

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[lydiajoystickdeetz]

I am so sorry I seemed to drop off the face of the earth, y’all! My mental health has just been whack… and my Sims 4 game stopped working again, which means it’s going to take a while to fix it all over again if I go back to it.

So instead of playing around with The Sims, I have turned to just doing art to express myself again. Here’s to hoping my mental health improves.

My mental health took a huge hit not long after my Sims 4 game stopped working last year. I am not exactly sure what caused it at first. All I know is that I suddenly felt I needed to rewatch “Beetlejuice: The Animated Series” all over again and the more I watched, the more I remembered that I missed someone who really doesn’t deserve for me to miss them. I remembered his smile, the sound of his laugh, some of our favorite jokes, how I had been the Lydia to his Beetlejuice… and I fell hard into missing him. I started trying to reach out to find him again and going to bed every night in tears when he didn’t answer me back.

Eventually, the weekend of my birthday in November, I reached him and it was awful. He told the people that delivered my messages to him that I was crazy and deranged and for them to let me know that he no longer needed me in his life because he was happily married. He also said something about a restraining order even though I really hadn’t spoken to him for at least a year before that point and when I did, I was just trying to make sure he was alive and happy.

Am I glad to know he’s alive? Yes, actually. I am. That was all I was really asking to know and I hope he really is happy. But the words did hurt and the sudden news of marriage shook my internal foundation all over again.

It has been at least two and a half months now, maybe three that I have known what he told me and I am still recovering. It is hard not to cry sometimes but I am finding that I am crying less and less often. However, it is going to take me quite a while to recover from the thoughts and feelings that were brought on. It stings so much to feel like I was not worth the wait for someone that I had loved for so long and that I was not worth marrying to that person so long ago. But on the best days, I am able to remind myself that I am loved. My family loves me, my best friends love me, I love me. The trouble is convincing myself that someone can love me romantically for the long term. I’ve been trying to work on that for ten years now and I’m not about to stop.

The first thing I drew as soon as I was able to stop crying:

The road to recovery is never usually easy. But I am hoping to eventually be able to return to working on The Sims 4- I have further plans for more CC in mind. I just don’t know when.

For now though, it is difficult one some days not to just let this song take over my whole brain and cry.

[dollwritesarchive]

I have not known peace since you said that thing about billy russo bending you over a carousel horse it’s all I can think about

same bestie !! so y’all wouldn’t mind if i… elaborated a bit? also, if you’re not the same anon that said they’ve been begging me for a dark billy, this is also for them!

𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 | ᥇.᥅.

fandom marvel

featuring billy russo x reader (f)

rating NSFW / MINORS DNI / DARK FIC

content warning all smut, noncon, “bratty” reader, gun play, degradation, spit kink, dumbification, forced breeding kink, he’s a menace, through and through

summary not based on the actual carousel scene or having anything really to do with the plot of the show. you don’t even know his name, but he might lose it if he can’t have you.

word count 3.2k / one shot

attention don’t read if you’re not into dark fics (duh) because i’m not responsible for your media consumption and this fic contains nonconsensual sexual acts and abusive behavior. not proofread. reblog and give feedback.

inundated.

that’s what you felt. overwhelmed by the music and lights of the carnival ride and caught utterly off guard by the swiftness of his movements, the strength and calculation behind them as you’re shoved on to the platform. your head was not the only thing spinning when you collapse against rattling metal, your left knee taking the brunt of the contact and earning a croak of pain.

“Stay away from me, you freak!” you grab and hold on to the stirrup of a painted pony as you clammer to get back on your feet, but he’s already swaggering towards you, dressed in black, with eyes darker than the night sky and focused on you like a starved animal. he’s smirking, which only prompts more nervousness in your voice. “I’ll scream.”

“That was the plan.” is his response, and you stagger backwards. your spine comes in contact with the side of the equine statue, essentially halting your movements, and the stranger lifts the hem of his shirt with one hand, the other grasping the butt of a pistol as he pulls it from his waistband. you freeze, breath caught in a painful bubble in your throat and eyes wide at the sight, but he seems not to notice (or, not to care) as he waves the weapon around with a flippancy that has your stomach tying itself in knots. “No one’s gonna hear you anyways, so I’m gonna make you sing like a pretty, little birdie.”

it sounded too damning to be true, and you decided to challenge his theory. wailing out for help, you sidestep the carousel horse to put some distance between him and you, inching behind the reared head of another as you whirl around and scream again. you howl that he’s got a gun, that you need help, but you realize that your voice never reaches much further than the ride you’re on— the music is much too loud, blaring through large speakers and permeating the fair.

he wraps one fist around the pole drilled into the horse’s back, and uses the leverage to propel himself toward you with a guffaw of amusement. “You see? Just you and me, little bird. You can keep it up, if you really want, but the good part hasn’t even started, yet.”

you careen to avoid his leap, and your eyes flicker to the horse behind you. if you could get around it somehow, you’d be able to jump from the platform and be off the hellish ride. he’s closing in quick, and you’ve not the time to plan your escape as flawlessly as you’d hoped, because it was only a moment later that he reaches for you with his palm open. “Go to hell!” you weren’t sure if every syllable is uttered, because you duck shortly after to dodge his grasp, and scramble beneath the only remaining obstacle between you and the edge of the platform. your fingers grip at the edge of the ride and you only start to pull yourself to your salvation when you feel a vice around your bare ankle, jerking you backwards. with a hopeless squeak, your skin scrapes against the rotating, metal platform as you’re hauled back towards him.

“The chase. You love it, don’t you?” he asks, and you can hear his ragged panting intermingling with the circus tune blasting above the two of you. “You’ve had me chasing you all night, birdie. Playing hard to get, like you’re not trying to be a fucking cocktease in that little skirt, like you don’t want me to put you in your place. Well, I’ll tell ya a secret, pretty bird, I’m getting real tired of chasing you around.” the steel-toe of his thick boot scoops you from underneath, flipping you on to your back before he presses his sole against your torso. the action renders you utterly incapacitated as he eases his weight against your ribs, smearing the dirt and grime from the bottom of his shoe into the pale yellow of your sundress. he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, mocking disappointment. “Shame to ruin such a nice dress, hm?” you stare up at him with labored breath, attempting to shove his foot off of you so your ribs don’t ache anymore, but the strength behind his weight is too much to compete with. “Better your dress wears a boot print than that pretty face, though, isn’t that right?” your eyes narrow, but you’re more focused on the gun hanging at his side. he catches you looking and his grin grows wider. “We don’t gotta go down that road, baby girl, long as you’ll be good for me.” you say nothing, heart racing, and he takes your silence as compliance. “Let’s get you back on your feet,” he says, removing his from your chest before his back hunches so one hand can grab a fistful of your hair, “not too hasty.”

you grit your teeth and whine behind them at the sensation of him guiding by your scalp, but follow his movements as closely as possible, cumbersome as you get to your feet with shaky knees, both your hands gripping his wrist.

“Attagirl.” he murmurs, eyes tracing every inch of your countenance as he pushes you back against the horse, boots stepping heavy on either side of your sandal-clad feet. long, svelte digits release your aching roots and dance along your jawline instead, but you avert your gaze from him until he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger and force it back on him. his pair is an obsidian ocean, terrifying and remarkably easy to lose yourself in, you realize too late. “Now, are you gonna behave?”

you can’t figure out why a part of you wants to nod, why there’s a gnawing desire to submit to this stranger, but luckily, you tuck that want deep inside you. it’s smaller than your need to fight, than your desperation to regain control of yourself and escape him. of course, such a thing seemed almost impossible with his chiseled form pressing yours into the horse, but you didn’t have to make it easy for him. you didn’t have to behave.

so you answer him the only way you know how. working your tongue and jaw, you launch saliva into his face. it was a bigger fuck you than your broken words could ever express, and you glared at his expression whilst it changed. you were uncertain of what to expect when the corner of his brow twitched, or his raven eyes closed and he sucked in a deep, patient inhale. releasing your face, he uses the tips of his fingers to flick away the spittle, one brow arching before his lids flutter open and he stares daggers down at you.

“Real cute, you wanna play the brat.” growling, the barrel of his gun makes its first true appearance as he presses it against the fleshiest section of your cheek and tilts his head. “You know what I do to brats, little bird?” hovering closer, he’s close enough for you to smell the strength and muskiness of his cologne, feel the heat of his breath that was a jarring juxtaposition to the icy, metal barrel. you can’t speak, but his question demands some sort of response, so you give your head a subtle shake, and he grins. “I break ‘em, and I make ‘em love every fucking minute of it.”

reaching up to your face with his free hand again, he shoves three fingers forcefully past the barrier of your lips and straight to the back of your throat, so abrupt that you nearly gag on them. as the rough pads attempt to dive into your esophagus, tears well into the ducts of your eyes, and you attempt to bat them away. the barrel of the pistol begins a slow, gliding adventure south, his eyes fixed on yours, his fingers applying enough pressure to your lower mandible that you’ve no choice but to let your jaw hang open, slack. the gun slides over your collarbone and delves into the neckline of your sundress, tearing the vulnerable fabric and popping buttons as it does so. the garment hangs loosely about your bare breasts, and his eyes flicker downwards to admire them, biting down on his lower lip. you feel utterly exposed, your nipples erect against the night air and only further stimulated as he encircles them with the cool barrel of the gun, slow and steady, as if he were using the weapon to sign his name on your flesh. you shiver, breath heaving, but you don’t dare make any sudden movements that might spur him to use the firearm pressed close to your chest.

“Was that all the fight you had in you, little bird?” he challenges with a smirk as he looks back into your eyes, quirking his brow as if amused. “Or maybe you just like the attention I’m givin’ these perfect tits, huh? Feel good?” you try to form those two words, the only words that could keep what little dignity you had left from dissipating, but it’s lost when he catches on and leans closer. “What’s that, birdie? I bet you’re trying to say ‘fuck you’ arentcha? You wanna tell me to go fuck myself?” two fingers press against your tongue to still it from attempting to push them from your mouth, and he puckers his lips, expectorating into your mouth. well, at least, most of it made it into your mouth, whilst strings of his spit roll down your cheek to drip from your chin. you wince, shutting your eyes tight. “I’ll tell ya something, birdie, it’s a real bad idea to play a game of who’s tougher with me, because you’re always gonna lose. You wanna be a badass, huh?” he chuckles low and devilish, “we’ll see.”

one boot positions itself between your feet, kicking them outwards to spread your legs wide enough for him to slip his knee between the gap of your thighs and press it close to your panties.

your body reacts by pushing you up on your tip toes to avoid any contact, and your palms press against the horse behind you as if to launch yourself up on to it, but he holds you firmly in place and jabs his knee against your clothed sex with a breathy chortle. a choking whimper is lost on his fingers, and you squeeze your thighs tight around his knee, hoping to unwedge it, but all he does is rub it against your panties until you’ve soaked through them, leaving a telltale wet patch on the knee of his trousers. he howls with excitement as he leans back to admire the mess you’ve made, and all you can do is whine and close your eyes under the rush of humiliation.

“Jesus Christ, little bird, that pussy is soaking wet. What’s got you so riled up, huh? It must be the gun, huh? You like my toys?” as he speaks, he sneaks another knee between your thighs and takes advantage of the leverage to push them open wide, before using the metal barrel to push your damp panties to one side. you shudder and mewl until the sensation of the gun against your weeping core. “Bet that pretty cunt wants some attention, right now, doesn’t she? Tell me, little bird.” you sputter as he withdraws his digits from your mouth, and all you can taste is the saltiness of his skin on your tongue, drool oozing from the corners of your lips and jaw sore. “I wanna hear you say that you want to rub your slutty, little fuckhole on my gun.”

at first, the words seem impossible to form; there’s a fiery flush of humiliation in your face and he’s dragging the metal over your clit in ghostly strokes, stuttering your hips and making it hard to concentrate. you don’t want to give him an ounce of satisfaction, but you’re so fucking wet.

“You’re a fucking psycho!” you hiss, gritting your teeth and balling your fists. against the screaming voice in your head telling you to give in, regardless of how good it feels to have his weapon massaging your clit, and no matter how much trouble it could get you in, you stand your ground.

he seems less than awe inspired by your courage, and shakes his head like a disappointed patriarch. clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Thought you’d be one of the cooperative ones, but I get it, now.” his arm coils around your midsection like a serpent and he hoists you into the air, turning you to face the fair and away from him before draping your body over the painted saddle. with your legs dangling helplessly in the air, he chuckles as you squirm. he hooks the waistband of your panties with his gun and pulls downward, until the thin garment slips down to your knees, exposing yourself completely to him. “Sometimes a good, hard cock is the only way to tame a mouthy bitch.”

your palms scrape against the metal to push your body upwards, but your fight has been dwindling since the moment he pinned you, and you let out a helpless wail. “Stop!” you can faintly hear the unzipping of his trousers, and feel the barrel of the gun, warmed from your flesh, against your back.

“Stop?” he asks, mimicking incredulousness, “Me and you, little bird, we’re just getting started.” you can feel him, as he speaks, an engorged tip parting your damp nether lips as he forces his way into your body, and he grunts once his head pops past the threshold and your walls spasm about his girth, mandated to accommodate his impressive size. the unexpected stretching brings a yelp tearing through your lips as your body lunges forward, nails clawing at anything to pull yourself out of his grasp, to no avail. “Goddamn, you’re squeezing me tight. Shaking like a leaf. Am I making that play-doh brain a’yours go haywire with just a little bit of dick?” he grabs a fistful of your hair and angles your head back, your body pretzeled into an S with your face turned up towards him. the darkness in his eyes ablaze with carnival lights as he looks over you. you can see the tightness in his jaw, and feel the draconian rutting as he fills you to the hilt each time, merciless like an animal driven mad by lust.

each and every one of his wild thrusts are punctuated by a helpless moan from your lips, much to your dismay. “S—stop,” you repeat it over and over, but the word has lost all meaning. it serves as a despondent reminder of your hopelessness, and nothing more.

“You don’t even really want me to stop, do you?” he asks in a husky tone, ramming you against the carousel horse. you nod, weakly, as if to disagree with his statement, but your mewling in ecstasy betrays your pride. “‘Course you don’t, look at you. Eyes glazed over, limp like a brainless set of holes for me to use up. Fuck yeah, you just want to lay here and take it. You want me to force you to take every inch of my cock, huh? Fuck you senseless until I cum deep in that little belly a’yours? Whatcha think, want me to cum inside ya?”

your toes curl against the soles of your sandals and you squeal; there’s a bubbling deep in your abdomen, a testament of an impending orgasm that you wish you could hold back. you don’t want to like it. you hate how much you’re enjoying the sensation of his cock charging your fluttering canal. more than that, you don’t want to need his seed as much as your body craves it. you shake your head, fervent and determined, “No! P—pull out!” as if the weakness in your voice was not enough, the brutality of his assault on your body has you tossed about like a rag doll, shaking the words out of you one pathetic syllable at a time.

the man’s composure is as thin as a sheet of ice as he wrenches one of your forearms behind your back, grasping the wrist like a makeshift rein, and pummels your insides with deep, hard fucking. the type of mind-numbing battering that has you sagging helplessly against the equine figure and babbling. perhaps you missed the head of your climax, but you were swept away in the storm, legs quaking and internal walls milking him, demanding he fill you to the brim. you’ve never felt an orgasm with so much power, and you were ashamed to think that you probably never would again, unless you were to remember this night.

“I’m not gonna pull out, little bird,” he growls, pausing to pant and drill his statement home with every inch of his thick cock inside you, “I’m gonna make you take my load like a good, broken, whore. Fucking hell, when I put this baby in your belly, you’re gonna remember who owns your body now. This tight cunt? Your warm womb? It’s all fucking mine, birdie, even if I gotta ruin it for every other man. I’ll fucking destroy you just because I can. You’re gonna be what you always shoulda been: my dumb, little baby factory.”

he’s disgusting. he’s vile. you should’ve been utterly mortified by his plans for you, but the truth it, you only came harder. your throat is sore from screaming and your cheeks are stained with faint remnants of tears when he buries himself as deep into you as he can go, so much so that you could swear you felt his manhood in your belly, before the warmth of his seed envelopes your inside. as much as you would like to act like you aren’t satisfied by the sensation, you whimper and hang over the pony, shivering with shameful delight when you feel his ejaculate running down your thighs.

when the stranger finally releases your arm and pulls himself out of your body, a strange and disappointing emptiness spreads throughout it. you hardly find the strength to push yourself off of the horse, but your knees quiver and buckle under your own weight and you collapse on the ground by his feet. “That’s what a good girl is supposed to look like.” he mutters, grabbing your face and tilting it up to examine it, “Your eyes are hardly even open, shit. Fucked out and stupid with a belly full of cum.” it’s all but impossible to keep your hazy vision focused on him as he tucks himself back into his pants and zips them up with a satisfied sigh. fondling the gun, he smirks, before slipping it into the waistband and smoothing his black shirt over it. “Next time, there won’t be a chase, will there, little bird? Because you’re gonna crave my cock, dream about the way I fucked you, and that sweet cunt of yours is gonna be dripping and desperate when I finally show up again to give you what you want. You’re mine now, and I’ll be seeing you again soon.”

his words echo in your head as you stumble home that night. weak. sore. already wanting him again.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Got anymore funky Penny hcs,

like I feel like she has a weirdly specific medical knowledge, like she could tell you how old a bruise is by looking at it, but wouldn't be able to tell the difference between hay fever and a cold .

indeed i do!

Asexual panromantic!

She is BUFF

Girl can LIFT

She and Mischa like to workout together at the local gym

Absolutely NO volume control

Noel, while Penny is telling him something at maximum volume: sis I’m right here why are you yelling

She can also just be REALLY LOUD

Not only from speaking normally, but if you can get this girl to properly yell

WOW

Her voice is like thunder

Seeing her mad is genuinely frightening

Will randomly go “do you wanna hold hands” to people (mainly as a joke, but she’ll gladly hold someone’s hand if they say yes)

Likes to rest her chin on Constance and Ocean’s heads because they’re short

She doesn’t get embarrassed often

She’s also VERY open with things that may be considered TMI

Maybe a little too open

Will talk to ANYONE about her period

Just in general she’s very open and unashamed about her body

Her boobs hurt? She’s telling the WHOLE CHOIR

Stuff like that

It’s pretty admirable from Ocean and Constance’s perspective

Meows back at cats when they meow at her

She sometimes loses control of her Whole Body if she laughs too hard, meaning she just falls to the floor (and sometimes she’ll grab someone for balance and drag them down with her) (think Sal from Impractical Jokers, if any of y’all have seen that show)

Subtly is not her strong suit

Talks to plants/inanimate objects

Also assigns pronouns to inanimate objects

*a cup falls over* “He died”

Has an iron stomach. She can eat almost ANYTHING (as in food) without getting sick.

Likes to play with people’s hair

Gets super hyped about the little things in life

Slowly healing her inner child by doing things she didn’t get to do as a kid because of her parents’ “profession”

Has SO MANY stuffed animals (they all have names and genders)

Constantly keeping an eye on Ocean because they had very similar upbringings. The only difference is that Penny got away. Ocean is still stuck with her family

The sound of police sirens make her nervous because they remind her of the police raid that happened at her house

Whenever she feels unsafe, she sleeps under the bed

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

When You Weren’t Looking — pt 10/?

PROFESSOR!OBI-WAN KENOBI x READER

PART 9

description: obi-wan takes you on your first official date <3

warnings: language, just fluff :,)

a/n: ok idk what the FUCK this is and why it took me so long, like it’s not even that great ok but here it is and it’s my first song fic hehehe. also im pretty sure y’all can guess who i’m talking abt at the very end…

words: 2,433

"Professor Kenobi,"

"Yes, my—"Obi-Wan quickly cleared his throat, eyes darting around to see if any other students were lingering after class that were close enough to have heard his near slip-up, "y/n?"

"I just wanted to say that I thought your lecture was very exciting today," it wasn't just an excuse to come over to his desk and flirt; you actually meant it.

"Ah, thank you very much. If you want, there are a couple of books in my office you can borrow on the subject," he looked around one more time. When he found that the lecture hall was now completely void of anyone else but the two of you, he was able to let his guard down, his shoulders visibly relaxing and his eyes softening, his admiration for you now able to clearly shine through his irises. He continued, voice less hushed this time, "But if you're not just making up excuses to come up here… " he teased.

"Are you calling me a liar?" you raised a brow, a smirk playing on your lips.

"I would never," he leaned in ever so slightly, naturally drawn to you. "and since you aren't a liar, and you truly are interested, there are some movies based on the book. If you wanted to watch them together…"

"ooh, yes! that sounds fun," you straightened up in excitement. Obi-Wan matched your energy, getting a high every time he made you giddy or happy, the highest accomplishment he could ever achieve, in his opinion.

"I'd say tonight, but there's someplace I was already thinking of taking you,"

"Really?"

"Really,"

"An actual…"

"Yes, a—" he cleared his throat, "y/n l/n, I would like to take you on a date. I apologize. I think it's been long overdue. Would you allow me?"

You tapped your chin, pretending to debate your answer before giving your real one, "yes!" he came around to you and placed his hands on your arms, running them up and down before kissing you. It was quick and sweet, as all your out-of-office interactions were. The idea of being able to even look at each other for longer than a second outside of those four walls had you giddy. "Can I know where we're going?"

"Absolutely not," he tapped your nose before gathering his briefcase and other things.

somewhere where I don't have to hide from everyone that you're mine

And so here you were, scanning your floor, trying to find a single outfit you didn't hate right now. Every piece of clothing you own had been ripped from your closet and added to the spread of fabric covering every inch of carpet in your room.

Obi, you're cute, but am i dressing for dinner or night swimming dammit.

The plethora of clothes beneath seemed almost offended. Eventually, you decided that, whatever it was, you were gonna play up everything you had with or without clothes. Once you pulled on an outfit you'd worn before, one that skimmed your hips just right and offered just enough skin to tease.

wow, i'm evil.

Your loth cat, Artoo, watched the rest of your rather hectic process of picking out shoes, jewelry, everything. You felt an uncalled-for amount of judgment coming from the animal, so you shooed him away. Even his wordless reaction made you freak out even more. The only thing that calmed your anxiety in the slightest was when you opened the door to be met by a suddenly speechless Obi-Wan.

It seemed that your outfit worked well, as he swallowed thickly at seeing you. It wasn't just your outfit, though; no, it was something else. After all, he had seen you in this skirt and these shoes before, he'd been under the skirt for fucks sake, and as much as you'd like it to be, it definitely wasn't the overpriced exfoliator and body oil you used. Your body looked like a dream, but the look in his eyes when he saw only your face said something you couldn't decipher, and neither could he.

He had finally found the muse, the answer to all the poetry he had written in his journal, and yet he couldn't find a single word in those pages to describe the real thing.

"Obi," You waved a hand in front of his face.

"Sorry. You're just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, my dear one,"

"You don't have to say say that," you blushed.

"No, if I'm taking you out, the one condition is you have to accept the compliment,"

"Whatever," just rolled your eyes with a smile until he tilted your chin up with his hand to kiss you sweetly.

"Ah, I've never met anyone so sweet," he said with playful sarcasm. Your conversation continued into the car, a perfect blend of teasing and talking that was so natural between you two. While you wouldn't mind talking about everything and nothing for hours, Obi paused to tell you to close your eyes. He said it a little too urgently to where you clapped your hand over your face with a slap and a little screech, genuinely alarmed by his sudden request.

"Oh, uh, shit, darling, not that hard," he sounded concerned, but you knew he was smiling without even having to look.

"You can just yell directions out like that!" you huffed, "but I did listen pretty well,"

"You always do, y/n," If the lowered tone of his voice wasn't enough, the hand now placed on your thigh gave away his double-meaning. "and I have another one for you," he spoke as you felt the car come to a halt and the sudden silence of the engine turning off. "keep your hands over your eyes,"

"Wow, Obi, this is kinky," you smirked. You knew that wasn't what was going on, but you couldn't help but explore the idea of being blindfolded with him in other ways.

"We can discuss that later," he helped you step out, holding your elbow to steady you when you wobbled out, still blind. Much to your relief, he gave you permission to open your eyes as soon as you were upright beside the car.

Everything glittered, the hand-crafted jewelry that filled tables, the string of lights hung from the trees to light the way and your eyes in complete wonder. It was an art fair, something you mentioned a while ago, which he evidently remembered. It was slowly becoming clear that he took every word you said and tucked it away in his heart for later. A fluttering feeling built up in your stomach from knowing that this man adored you just as much as you adored him. You squeezed Obi-Wan's hand, a little giddy to be there and with him. You looked up at him and hesitated.

"Well, go on!" he told you. You smiled brightly and pulled him with you towards the first vendor. He didn't expect to have to catch up to your stride, but you couldn't be stationary for long, wanting to see every painting and creation that these people had to offer. While he certainly appreciated the myriad of, well, everything. From large life-like oil paintings to bongs shaped like a juice box, he was content to watch your reactions. Your face changed every two seconds based on whatever you were looking at. Your eyes went wide at some of the art, and you would squint to see the details of the others.

adorable.

You didn't forget about him, of course, pointing out things you thought he would like.

"Obi isn't this cool?" you pointed at a figure carved out of krayt dragon teeth like one he had in his office. "Oh woah, look at these book covers!" they were rebound books, many of which were classics that he was very fond of.

He eventually led you around for a bit when he found something he really liked. He never let go of your hand the whole time unless you wanted to handle a trinket or try something on. One thing in particular that caught your eye was a small locket with a gem encrusted on the front.

"It's a corusca. They're very rare, only mined in a few places like Yavin Prime," the vendor told you when she saw how you were staring.

"All the way from Yavin Prime? Wow," you responded, picking it up to feel the chain in your hand.

"Yeah," she smiled, "My brother makes a living off mining and trading them,"

You looked up at her, the delicate necklace dangling from your hands. The way the gem was faceted and caught the light and the metal detailing was so well done— the girl selling it had talent.

"How much is it?"

You tried not to let your reaction show when you heard the price. It wasn't exactly within your price range.

You're pretty, but I'm college poor.

Your face fell just a bit, then you remembered where you were and who you were with, and all your troubles and thoughts fell away because you didn't need anything other than Obi-Wan's hand in yours, warm, a little rough, and large— perfect for yours. You moved on to the next stall after thanking the girl first, of course. While sifting through a small bowl of rings, Obi let you know he was going to the bathroom with a few quiet words in your ear. With a nod from you and a kiss to send him on his way, he walked around the corner.

Once you were satisfied with your purchases, some graphic tees and a tiny loth cat shaped candle for you, podracing posters as his gift to anakin, a variety of teas, and a ring for Obi-Wan (which he secretly only bought because you had made an offhand comment one time that he looked hot wearing them) you walked back to the car leisurely. You were in no hurry to leave the sanctuary found the arm he had circled around your shoulder as you leaned against the soft sweater that covered his chest.

As always, the moment was destined to end, but this time it led to another; one different than the ritual of packing up your things and closing the office door behind you.

Another sound followed the rumble of the engine turning as Obi-Wan turned the key, one much sweeter. The song already playing on your phone had connected to the car's speaker.

“My love must be a kind of blind love. I can't see anyone but you,”

The words filled the vehicle's interior, and the echoing style of the lyrics playing made the experience ethereal. This song seemed to be written for this specific moment, here and now.

"Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright,"

It was the soundtrack to the look being shared by two lovers whose eyes closed when they leaned into each other to share a kiss. Even then, they could see each other, the true versions of each other that only they would ever experience.

"I only have eyes for you, dear…"

The growing familiarity between the feel of the other's mouths mingled with theirs made the taste of a kiss even sweeter. There was no space between their lips, physically or emotionally. And yet it wasn't enough. The car console was the only thing between the rest of their bodies, and Obi-Wan Kenobi couldn't bear it.

"Darling, would you step out of the car, please?" He whispered, knowing that his request sounded a little weird. You gave him a confused and borderline offended look. Did he just ask you to get out of the car?

"Please?" He asked once more, straining just a bit to place small kisses along your neck to let you know his intentions were still sweet as ever. You let your eyes flutter closed with pleasure and followed his instructions just after.

Once both of you stepped out and walked around the car, meeting in the front. After a moment, the car lights turned off, but the music played on, the moon now your only source of light. The silvery glow caressed the features that each of you so loved in the other. That was your world now. Nothing but the moon and each other existed.

"The moon may be high, but I can't see a thing in the sky,"

His hand slid around your waist to rest on your lower back. It took your breath away. Even though it was something he had done many times before, this moment was different. It was so... intimate. An arm hung loosely around his neck while the other was extended to lace your fingers with his as you slowly began to sway.

"I only have eyes for you…"

The way the whole world slowed just for the two of you, nothing but the music playing from the car and the night air surrounding you. There was a liberating lack of fear that someone would walk in on you or find out about your little secret, and you intended to savor it.

"You are here, and so am I. Maybe millions of people go by, but they all disappear from view,"

The two of you took your time bestowing your affections on the other. Your hands slowly roamed, smoothing out the fabric of his shirt beneath your palm, feeling the planes of his body. He preferred to trace up and down your spine with the tips of his fingers, giving you chills. He stopped to kiss the crown of your hair before letting his forehead drop so it pressed to yours. You smiled as you felt the vibrations in the air from his low humming. You joined him, but not for long before the two of you began to laugh a little at yourselves. When the noise became once again limited to the music playing, he looked into your eyes, and you could see something change, something good. Before you could think about it, his hands were cupping your face, and his lips were brushing against yours. It only took a moment for you to melt into him completely. It wasn't hard when you were with someone so willing to hold all of you when you did so. Your lips moved in rhythm, enjoying the sweet taste and feeling of being so connected.

"And I only have eyes for you,"

Nothing could ever break the way you two were drawn together, depending on each other to keep yourselves in orbit…not even old lovers.

PART 11

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wc. 2.9k (ahaha)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, liberal use of italics, soft soft, kenma in denial, allusions to marriage, bokuto and kuroo meddling, drinking, declarations of love, SMUT!!! (is marked off!), sub!kenma, handjob + blowjob, slightly insecure!kenma, meiko mentions, enthusiastic consent, one (1) katamari reference, vocal!kenma, uhh

an. good golly gee i HATE ending the endings m so bad at it AND the smut is lil weirder to skip??? like it’s not impossible or anything but it’s not as smooth as atsumu’s, m rlly sorry :((((( but i rlly hope y’all enjoy hehe don’t forget to feed me shawties :3

the loud obnoxious pop music blasting in the crowded bar around kenma made him want to fling himself into the moon at the nearest opportunity.

okay, so that was a little dramatic but the fact still stood.

he was crammed into a tiny booth with kuroo, bokuto, and akaashi, the former brushing up against him with every little movement, making kenma bristle in discomfort.

why the hell did i agree to this, kenma thought while sipping on his cranberry juice. he’d never enjoyed drinking, his true thoughts and feelings coming out way too easily once intoxicated. it was so infuriating being a lightweight, especially when everyone around him was disgustingly drunk.

“are you having fun kenma?” bokuto half yelled, half slurred into his ear from across the table. kenma slouched further into the booth’s stained cushions in response, his lack of answer not bothering bokuto in the slightest.

with the boisterous man’s attention successfully diverted by akaashi, kenma allowed his eyes to wander out over the dance floor but he wasn’t really paying them any mind. instead, his mind was occupied with none other than you.

it shouldn’t have been that surprising considering all the time he’d been spending with you recently. it had been a few months since the hyper house had disbanded and while you were enjoying your time living with your best friends, they had way too much sex. like an abnormal amount.

it had gotten to the point where you were having to abscond from the apartment four times a week because they were just so loud.

at first you had found refuge in the 24 hour cafe a few blocks from your place but falling asleep at a hard wood table only to have to walk home at 2am alone was terrible for your peace of mind (and your back).

you’d started complaining about it at your weekly animal crossing hang outs with kenma and he’d offered the brilliant solution of you coming over to his place when makki and mattsun were otherwise... occupied.

you were shocked at his suggestion and aptly so. it was no news that kenma absolutely hated hosting and having people over, especially since he was one of the few former members that were able to afford their own place straight out the gate.

when you’d expressed this, all he had said was, you’re different.

that wasn’t enough for you, evidenced by your once again nightly stays at the cafe but when you had to run home because someone was following you, you begrudgingly agreed to kenma’s offer and started sleeping at his house multiple times a week.

it was a bit to get used to at first, seeing you first thing in the morning with messy hair and sleep-swollen eyes. you were beautiful jarring. but, as time passed, he got used to your presence, making your drink of choice and sliding him his tea in the morning, sending him a soft smile that had him running to the bathroom to hide his blush.

it was all... strangely domestic.

even now, the thought of you in your threadbare sleep shirt, standing in his kitchen while cooking breakfast sent a wave of heat across his face, spreading up to the tips of his ears.

“what are you thinking about that’s got you so red?” kuroo teased, pulling the glass out of kenma’s hands, laughing at his annoying glare. he hoped he could ignore the question as he so often did, but apparently he wasn’t so lucky.

bokuto cackled in his seat before calling out your name, sending a chill of fear down kenma’s spine. “bet he’s thinkin about her! about how he wants to smooch her and maybe more,” he waggled his eyebrows, “i’m just saying!”

the rest of the table let out good natured laughs but kenma was preoccupied with replaying what bokuto had said.

i mean, sure he thought you were pretty, but anyone with eyes would agree! and yeah, maybe spending time with you was the highlight of his week, but it wasn’t his fault you were so genuinely enjoyable to be around. and of course, sometimes when it was late at night, his mind would wander to you and how it would feel to wake up beside you instead of across the hall from you and—

fuck. he liked you. a lot.

then, as if you somehow knew exactly what was on his mind (a terrifying thought to entertain), his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. he pulled it out quickly to check it and he hated how his heart picked up in his chest at the sight of your contact name.

[sussy baka <3]: wya shawty 🤨 u have no food in ur fridge n m hungry seen 13:20

[player ew]: s boys night seen 13:22

[sussy baka <3]: 😐

[sussy baka <3]: are u having fun seen 13:25

[player ew]: ... seen 13:28

[sussy baka <3]: yeah that’s what i thought

[sussy baka <3]: bring home some ramen <3 seen 13:31

home. god, if he didn’t like the sound of that coming from you. it took kenma no time at all to start packing up his things, ignoring the knowing looks on his friends faces as he tossed down a couple of bills for his drink and left to go home, where you were.

after stopping at the convenient store, he headed to his apartment building, shopping bag full of ramen in one hand and heart in the other.

no matter what he did, he couldn’t get bokuto’s annoying voice out of his head, telling him that he liked you. and now that he knew it was true? he was kind of spiraling.

the ding of the elevator managed to somehow shake him out of his thoughts, at least for him to get to his front door, but once it was open, all coherent brain activity immediately dissolved.

you were sitting on his couch in the living room, bundled up in one of his mario blankets and wearing one of his hoodies as you watched some animal documentary raptly, sheer disgust written all over your face.

kenma gulped.

he managed to work up the courage to actually enter his apartment, kicking off his shoes by the door and beelining towards the kitchen, not missing your excited call of his name and wide grin.

biting down any other unchecked feelings, he quickly set to work boiling the water for the ramen and then... stood there. boiling water would take a while and he knew he couldn’t avoid you forever but he really, really didn’t want to go sit by you with all these emotions sitting right on his chest.

“kenma, they’re gonna eat the seal!” you yelled from the couch, waving him over frantically. how was he supposed to say no to brutal animal murder on tv? kenma chuckled dryly at his own joke as he made his way over to where you sat, plopping himself on the side of the couch furthest away from you.

he told himself he just didn’t want to bug you when he had to go check the water but he knew it was a lie. he was running from his feelings, from anything that could ruin this.

you shot him a concerned look which he caught out of the corner of his eye but he kept his head firmly forward, unwilling to look at you if he didn’t have to. “kenma, what’s wrong? was boys night that bad?” you asked gently, and fuck if that didn’t make him feel worse.

kenma just shook his head, still choosing not to face you. you let out a long, arduous sigh before scooting across the couch and pressing yourself to his side, pulling his head down to rest on your chest while taking one of his hands into your own.

what the fuck. what the fuck?!1!?1!!?1!

you were so soft and warm and your arms around him made him feel things which was exactly what he was trying to avoid but then you actually started to speak and oh shit it got worse.

“kenma,” you started, running your hands through his deep brown locks, “you know you can talk to me about anything right?”

of course he knew that because this was you and you were so kind and considerate and badass and cool and that was all precisely why he couldn’t talk to you about everything, especially when it came to his emperor of the cosmos sized feelings for you.

but, instead of saying any of that, he allowed you to continue, his body relaxing into your hold against his will.

“i bother you because i care about you and i worry, you know. i know you’re strong and you can take care of yourself but i can’t help it...” if kenma was really listening, he would’ve heard the shakiness in your voice, the apprehension in your words but he didn’t. “i can’t help it because i like you, kenma.”

you... what?

kenma pushed himself off of you to look you in the face, to find any sign that you’re pranking him or just being cruel but he couldn’t find any.

still, he couldn’t take you at your word, after all who would like someone like him?

“say it again,” his voice comes just under a whisper, his words stilted and unsure but he needs to know, he needs to believe you. he wants to believe you.

“i like you.” you don’t use any big, flowery words, nor do you try and justify why you like him and still, somehow it’s enough. kenma’s eyes filled with tears as they’re trained on you but your eyes were occupied elsewhere.

staring at his lips.

“can i kiss you?” you asked softly, not pressuring or forceful but like that was truly just on your mind and you had to ask it. kenma wasn’t sure how he was supposed to resist when you asked him like that. “please,” was his response, already breathy and absolutely wrecked.

you obliged.

•••smut begin•••

surging forward, you pressed your mouth to his, soft lips meeting chapped ones as you moved them insistently against his own. kenma let out an embarrassing whine at the contact, his hands balling into fists by his sides.

yours, on the other hand, wandered, tracing over the hills and valleys of his chest and back before landing right under the hem of his hoodie. you pulled back, laughing quietly at the way he so eagerly chased your lips while halting him with a hand to his sternum.

“can i take this off?” kenma nodded enthusiastically before he could stop himself and you let out another soft huff as you busied yourself with getting him naked.

he tried to help you where he could, but he was ultimately resigned to bask in your movements, in your control as you manhandled him out of every article of clothing he was wearing until he was as naked as the day he was born.

immediately, the insecurities took hold of him, his mouth opening to stutter out an apology for how he looked. meiko’s voice played in his ears, reminding him he wasn’t what the girls went for being too skinny, too sensitive, too loud.

kenma moved to pick his clothes back up to cover himself before retreating to his room where he could die of shame but your firm hand kept him where he sat.

“you’re beautiful,” you said, like you were saying the sky was blue or the grass was green — as an irrefutable fact. your brows were furrowed at first but the expression melted away to show a softer one, one full of love, admiration, and... lust.

a high-pitched whimper left his lips at your gaze, his cock throbbing against his thigh. you grinned and moved back in to kiss him, your hand moving to his throat to hold him in place, his adam’s apple bobbing against your palm.

your other, unoccupied, hand traveled down his body to rub over a nipple, his back arching into your touch as his breath hitched against your mouth. you let out a hum of approval, continuing your ministrations of pinching and plucking the hard bud before moving further down to take a hold of his cock.

kenma broke away from you, a choked wail erupting from his chest as he bucked up into your grip. “can i make you feel good? can i show you how beautiful you are?” you asked earnestly, your thumb gently caressing his jaw.

“please, please, please,” he begged. under normal circumstances, he would be embarrassed at how easily he’d been folding for you, but it was so much easier to just submit to your capable and willing hands.

“good boy,” you tacked on mindlessly, your blown eyes and kiss-swollen lips only adding to your debauched look. internally, kenma preened at the fact that he was responsible for you looking like that, so feral like you just wanted to eat him up.

which was apparently exactly what you wanted to do, evidenced by you sliding onto your knees in front of him, pressing kisses and sucking marks into his pale thighs.

kenma’s hips stuttered beneath you as he watched you get closer and closer to his throbbing member, the tip already bright red and leaking precum.

suddenly, your eyes shot up to his, pinning him with an intense stare as you slowly, slowly brought him to your mouth, the wet heat enveloping the head before you closed your lips around him and sucked.

holy fucking shit.

his reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips bucked up into your mouth, and a filthy moan escaped from him as you started to get into a nice rhythm sucking his cock.

kenma could barely keep himself quiet, especially when you began toying with his balls, the feeling adding to the coil tightening in his gut.

you pulled all the way off of him before sucking him down the hilt, his mouth opening in a silent scream as you choked around his length, the pleasure that your throat was bringing while you pulsed around him was otherworldly.

he was going to die, he resigned. he was going to die by the biggest orgasm he’d ever had with his penis in your mouth and he was going to love every second of it.

a sharp tap to his inner thigh brought him back down to earth, this bleary eyes trying to focus on your face and once they did, he was taken aback. your eyes held such fondness, such love that he could hardly take it.

kenma couldn’t hold back his thoughts, especially under the intensity of your gaze, his mouth opening to gasp out, “i love you, shit, i love you.”

you pulled off him with a pop but you didn’t stop stroking him, your hand picking up the pace to the point that his thighs were quivering with the strength of his oncoming orgasm.

“say it again,” you threw his words right back at him and if he’d been in his right mind, he might’ve laughed but since he was drowning in pleasure, he immediately followed your orders, groaning out those three words over and over until he was hoarse.

you seemed to enjoy it, so much so that you took the palm of your hand and toyed with the sensitive tip of his cock, sending him right over the edge.

his vision whited out completely as he came with a loud cry of your name, tears trailing from his lashline from the sheer severity of his orgasm, one hand grasped tightly in yours.

•••smut over•••

as kenma came down from his high, he watched you brush his hair from his face before pressing a kiss to his hairline.

“you know, i love you too,” you stated, pulling him up to rest his spent body against your own. he scoffed while playing with your hand, toying with your bare ring finger in a way that you knew was deliberate.

“i figured, you just sucked my dick.” you protested loudly, smacking him gently on the arm when he snickered at your reaction. after your laughter died down, he rested his head back over your heart, listening to the steady beat thrumming beneath his ear.

your hands tangled back into his hair and he felt himself drifting off into dreamland when a loud meow startled him awake again. kyabia (or caviar) stared up at him with unblinking feline eyes, her tail swishing silently against the floor. “oh god, my cat is seeing me naked,” he gasped in horror, your chest heaving against his ear as you cackled.

kyabia quickly got bored and scampered off to who knows where and by that time, kenma was ready to knock back out. you were still laughing though and since you were his human pillow, that just wouldn’t do.

shoving you down on the couch, he buried his head in your chest and muttered a blunt, “sleep,” ignoring the way your giggle made a smile spread across his cheeks.

obviously, you could tell if your own matching grin was anything to go by but you let it be, instead choosing to wrap your arms around him and hold him tighter to your body, like you were trying to pour all your love into the embrace.

kenma only hoped that you would also “let it be” when you caught him ring shopping on his phone just a few weeks later.

it was only a matter of time. why delay when he loved you and you loved him? he knew he couldn’t wait until he could officially call you his.

after all, kozume yn had a nice ring to it.

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

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