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sharpmidnight · 1 year ago

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TSSM Pokemon Au Part 4

I watched some Pokemon videos and decided to give TSSM characters Pokemon for fun! This is also going off of @hermesserpent-stuff ‘s Spider Nephew Au. Also, there might be some people with the same Pokemon for different reasons; either they fit two people, or it’s to match with someone. I also base some of these Pokemon in different ways, from types, aesthetics, Pokedex Entries, jobs, powers, and backstories. I also won’t mind explaining my reasoning because I did a lot of research for them. Also, I tried o make sure they had diverse types, but some people might have more than 1 of the same type. Another thing is that I like to imagine that Peter and the other villains have 3 Pokemon for their civilian image and then the other 3 for their hero/villain work.

The last thing is that I have only played up to Generation 8, and I have yet to play the other games. So my bad, if there is another Pokemon that suits them better.(let me know plz)

I will highlight their starter and their strongest. Red is their strongest, and blue is their starter. Purple is both. Any that has a * are their secret team.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

L. Thompson Lincoln/Tombstone

(Shiny) Glaceon (Ice)

Lucario (Fighting/Steel) *

Haxorus (Dragon)

Golisopod (Bug/Water) *

Bisharp (Dark/Steel) *

Nidoqueen (Poison/Ground)

Tombstone was bullied as a child as he looked different than other kids. One day, he hid from others so he wouldn't get beaten up. When the bush he was hiding in started moving. He was met with a shiny Eevee hiding from its siblings for the same reason. Lonnie took it home to heal it but had to hide it from other people. When the other kids found out, they were jealous that he had found a shiny pokemon. They bullied him about it even more for different reasons (that he didn’t deserve a shiny pokemon or that he managed to find a weird Pokemon like him). Eevee was his only true friend for a while (He also thought that Robbie was his only human friend). Next, he found a Wimpod who was also hiding from others for being weak. He decided to take care of it, too. When he was walking with Robbie Roberton, they found some Nidorans, both female and male. Robbie suggested catching them since he knows they would be strong Pokemon when they evolve (Lonnie got the female one since he liked blue more. Also, Robbie just wanted another Pokemon for Lonnie so he can be more protected from those bullies). He knew he had to be tougher so others would leave him alone. He caught a Riolu to start training himself to be a better fighter. So when he got older, no one messed with him anymore. He did get shady jobs and eventually went into crime but thought of nothing of what he wanted to do in the future. It wasn’t until he was thinking about enemy gangs that he had to deal with and wishing there was a way to stop them. He then watches a Bisharp leading a group of Pawniards to hunt and gets the idea of being a mob boss. He eventually catches a Pawniard and rises in ranks. When he was almost to the top, he knew he needed one more strong Pokemon. When his men revealed some stolen Pokemon another gang had, he watched how Fraxure never backed down. He decided to keep that one and evolved it for his image as a strong trainer as a mask for L Thompson Lincoln.

Hammerhead

Bastiodon (Rock/Steel)

Rampardos (Rock)

Grandbull (Fairy)

Garchomp (Dragon/Ground)

Sharpedo (Water/Dark)

Mawile (Steel/Fairy)

Hammerhead had a tough childhood since his father was the one who controlled the house, and he couldn’t really get any Pokemon for a while without him approving it. When his father finally let him, they were all dog Pokemon, mostly Growlithe and Houndor. Until he found a Snubull that he liked. His father was going to order him to leave the Snubull because of its look until the breeder showed him what it evolves to and said it was okay to keep it. He caught different Pokemon, but his father never approved any of them except for Gibble. When he finally had enough, he fought his father when both of his Pokemon evolved and ran away. He later joined a gang. Somewhere, he caught a Sharpedo. As he was fighting a rival gang, he got hurt really badly and was taken by a scientist. He gave him his steel skull, including a Sheildon and Cranidos, since the scientist already tested the two pokemon for their skulls and didn’t need them anymore. He joined Silvermane’s gang for a while. He and Silver Sable were dating at one point as she managed to get them to have the same pokemon since she thought it would be cute. So they both have a Malwile. They ended up breaking up, but Hammerhead kept his Malwile. Now, he works for Tombstone.

Sable Manfredi/Silver Sable

Mawile (Steel/Fairy)

Skarmory (Steel/Flying)

Weavile (Dark/Ice)

Beautifly (Bug/Flying)

Gorebyss (Water)

Lurantis (Grass)

Sable got any Pokemon she wanted from her dad. As a child, her first pokemon was a Wurmple because her mother had a Beautifly, and she wanted one, too. Her father asked if she wanted fully evolved pokemon so she could have it, but she wanted to evolve them herself, so he let her. Later she she managed to get a Clampearl and a Formantis as a teen. She still didn’t know what other pokemon to get later. At one point, she dated Hammerhead a few years later. She thought it would be cute to have the same pokemon together. They both caught a Malwile. Eventually, they broke up, but Sable kept her Malwile. Later, Sable was trying to figure out what to do with herself while her father was in prison. She started training and trying to figure out what she could use. She caught a Weavile for offense. Then, a Skarmory for aerial attacks and a getaway ride.

Cameleon

Ditto (Normal)

Zorark (Dark)

Mr. Mime (Psychic/Fairy)

Kecleon (Normal)

Castform (Normal) (Changes Types)

Oricorio (Flying) (Changes Types)

Dewpider (Water/Bug) (Abandoned)

Dmitri Nikolaievich Smerdyakov didn’t have the best childhood growing up. Living in the household of the Kravinoff family was tough, and one of the ways he tried to impress them was his acting skills by disguising himself as someone else, inspired by watching a Ditto that they let him keep but was the only one that was allowed to. Someone noticed his talents and asked if he wanted to join his brother’s group of impersonators. He also offered him a Zorua too, if he joined. Dmitri left the house, without anyone knowing, and began his criminal career. He eventually evolved Zorua to Zororark. Although he was very picky about which pokemon to get. He then decided that he wanted Pokemon that can transform or other performing types. He caught a Kecleon for its ability to turn invisible, easier for it to escape. Mr. Mime for Psychic moves to stop people/pokemon or when Zoroark is pretending to be something else, Mr. Mime tries to use psychic in some way that it looks like Zoroark is attacking them with the “correct” moves. Castform and Oricorio came later and used their switching types as an advantage. After a while of being alone, he heard about another criminal using theatre tricks. He hunted him down and found Quintin Beck and the Tinkerer. They decided to become a group. At one point, he managed to convince Quentin to get a Zorua (in reality he was the one who needed that Zorua and did this as an excuse because he always has one slot open when impersonating someone else and catching that pokemon just to release it.) When he wanted to impersonate Spiderman, Quentin caught him a Dewpider. When his plan failed, he told Quentin to get rid of it and decided to leave the other two to go solo.

Extra Stuff: Hammerhead and Sable’s Malwile are on good terms so they greet each other when they see each other. It annoys the other two when they are trying to battle.

But if Mysterio and Chameleon’s Zoroark see each other, they fight since Chameleon boasts that his pokemon is stronger.

Hammerhead’s Granbull might look tough, but when they are alone it turns into a big baby. Hammerhead believes he might have pampered it too much as a child, but he doesn’t complain that much…until it needs a bath.

Sable grabs onto Skarmary’s leg when they are flying but Beautifly likes to get out of her ball to join them.

Hammerhead’s pokemon likes to headbutt him for no reason (affectionate) other than they know he can take it. However, Malwile bites him even though he already told them to stop. (They won’t)

Tombstone’s Glaceon would sleep next to his desk but when it’s not wandering around it sits on his desk, watching him work.

Tombstone’s Glaceon is curious about Peter’s Eevee, since it’s been a long time since it has been near another Eevee, but gets too close to Eevee that it gets annoyed.

Not many people will train their own Pokemon by fighting them, but Tombstone likes to spar with his.

Nidoqueen is the Pokemon that is mostly concerned about Tombstone’s health. She makes sure he eats and sleeps. Since she did promise Robbie that she will take care of him.

#tssm #the spectacular spider man #tombstone #l tompson lincoln #lonnie lincoln #hammerhead #silver sable #chameleon #pokemon

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stonyponyofficial · 2 years ago

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aw sweet! see what it says on the calendar?summer has sprung, it seems! some might say its time to show u sillies some songs for the season!

spotify link :3 :: yt link :3

full list + notes under the cut ^w^

Aluralura - Sweet Trip: this somg is soooooo fucking smooth. and cool. using the strictest definition of cool i can. perhaps cooler than cool. dk what ud even call that but this is it. sounds like i should be cruisin down the information highway to this straight up. feels like im being hit with a million little lightning bolts in. a good way? that doesnt sound good but it is. ull get it just listen pls just li

Babe of the Abyss - Girls Rituals: UGH devi.. i was so sad when this was pulled from streaming for a bit like some of the other singles from the upcoming girls rituals, but thankfully it did return :3 unlike the rest of those songs :/ eh this one is good enough to make up for it! so glittery and clicky and kinda unlike a lot of other songs devis done but it's v unique like that :3 the cover is interesting to me too bc it looks ai generated and it reminds me of a video devi made explaining her songwriting process a bit and after setting an arpeggiater (dk if i spelled that right lmao) to random she said she likes the collaboration between her and her computer and letting the computer decide some things like that :3 idk just a neat little factoid for ya

BALD! - JPEGMAFIA: was gonna put one of the tracks off scaring the hoes in this spot but, after deciding to go through peggys solo stuff a bit i liked this one even more than those ones :3 he has a very interesting and wide ranging sound tho so im really excitied to listen to more. uhh nothing else to say really. juts good song 👍

Cops and robbers - underscores: new underscores era hello anyone rockin wit it???? ME im rocking with jt thank u very much!! that one song count of three (you can eat $#@!), which ive heard is very good :3, was the end of the fishmonger era for them, where the "thing" was apparently that underscores wanted guitar on each track. still trying to find The thing about this eras sound, and maybe its the deeming it "the Wallsocket era", but to me everything just feels very buzzy, very electrically alive idk. like theres just this CRT/fluorescent light hum that backs the bass at the beginning. and the middle section just sounds like im listening to a fucking tesla coil make a pop song. shit Rocks. and Fucks. i give this one the Makes Violet Sing And Dance Around In Her Room Alone award this season, which is something i will absolutely be doing from now on and will not forget for the fall hehe :3

Dariacore Song Tutorial - leroy/Jane Remover: wait i thought there was YEAH there was dariacore on the last one, but as ive seen it so elegantly explained, this is a jane song more than a dariacore song. i mean obviously sonically right, no memey hyperpop mash up font, just some loud ass guitars n drums, but its good!!! jane literally incapable of missing.

Dress Down - Kaoru Akimoto: one of my many music moments recently has been getting into city pop more! i kiiinda only know the hits, of which this is definitely one of them, but ive seen my way around a bit B) (my cool sunglasses guy do not steal.) and even after my journey round the city.. pop, this is still one of my faves.

FELL - Varg^2™️ (im toolazy to make it superscript sowwy) & Bladee: since i began my drain journey i thought id listened to most if not all of bladees stuff besides like really old stuff that actually isnt good. like, bladee isnt good, but u get used to it as the saying goes and u kinda get to see his artistic vision unfold as he releases new stuff. but old bladee really isnt good. anyway imagine my delight and splendor when i see theres another Varg^2TM, Bladee collab... besides ecco and the rest of drain gang varg is probably my favorite bladee collaborator. in fact i almost put SHINIE, another collab from them, on some spring songs but it didnt make the cut unfortch. glad i could find something new from them to dig into mm yummy bladee :3

!¡! find the answer ¡!¡ - six impala: holy FUCK i am listening to six impala!

光の��へ (hikari no naka e)- Kessoku Band: yeah yeah i know there was kessoku band on the last one BUT THEY MADE MORE SO I LISTENED TO IT. they have such good push and pull with their tunes. like the moments of silence/slowing down before going all out. the quick drum interjections to pick things back up again. like nijikas fuckin getting it!!!! actually i read something recently about the critical reception to kessoku band, the self titled album, that makes a similar point. they were saying that although the album is just good j-rock on its own, the strength of the individual instruments and the texture of the songs themselves embodies the characters in your mind. like i listened to the beginning a bit closer one time and heard the little shreds the guitar was giving at the top and it instantly made me think like "oh shit bocchis fucking tearing it up!" soooo good instantly one of my faves from them.

It Was A Good Day - Ice Cube: fuuuuuuck i cant fucking find it i wasngonna put it here bc its the reason i added it to my playlist and have been listening to it so mch recently but. i cant find it. it was a top text bottom text cat meme edit of this song, in the same vein as that one of death grips' hacker. a very good morning walk song btw, cuz even tho it would be very easy for that situation to feel trite, im like shit. mama cooked the breakfast with no hog! todays gonna be a good day. it usually isnt with where im heading on my morning walk but. eventually itll be a good day! and the iced cube told me that.

Les Os - The Unicorns: sooooo this song is extremely horny to me sorry. also very kinda toxic t4t core but thats juts meeeeeee :3... + the singers voice is very similar in register to mine when in singing so it makes it v easy to project who daid that.... uhh anywag in the ol violet amv machine (what i call my brain) i imagine the singer with the mic stand tilted back between their legs, perhaps a cheeky little leg wrap around like sexy singers tend to do, as they stare down from the stage into yuor eyes specifically. asking u directly, out of everyone. tell me bout ur love affairs.. tell me bout ur moral resignations... so then u meet after the show and [transmission lost]

LOU - whoTF (Folie & Forget Basement), Fraxiom: [transmission regained] and from the production stylings of new hyperpop ish duo whoTF comes another lyrical miracle from the mind and pen of fraxiom music!!! includes such bangers as "I’m blowing up your car/I see Mercedes boom/I’m off four drinks of alcohol/Pissing in the ladies room!" rhyming "you can watch a youtube video" with "get your fitted tutu biddie hoe" (LIKE?) and also the amazing outro from which i could just paste the whole thing but this part resonates especially "I need to become alive, in the morning, like a rooster!/Don't talk to me until I've had my coffee and foodstuffs"..."Estradiol, finasteride, adderall, and thc im juiced up!" making rooster rhyme with foodstuff and juiced up and also everything else in that part god. they dont call them fraxiom fucking music for nothing. um but also whoTF is v good, for one without frax that is still good listen to cigs up as well :3

Natural Disasters - Enon: love me a song with a strange guitar hook! ive heard this bands like top 2 songs (which include this one) bc it was just a night of spotify surfing, but those two songs are quite good. very boucy, good energy. makes me wanna do the bounce in place dance and flail my arms as i sing only the chorus and maybe try to approximate the sounds of the lyrics i dont know. sounds like a good time to me!

Overflow - Een Glish, Tyfty, Ben Glish: eek! so ai voiced songs specifically rap is very good to me. that family ties edit with spongebob and patrick is probably one of my favorite pieces of music. but this artist is v interesting to me :3 een glish is a vocaloid (? not sure if entirely correct but u get what im getting at) made from the google translate ladys voice. and its GOOD this one specifically is very catchy but she has bars too!!! check out rap game bob ross too, and also the remix with bars from SONIC HELLO? im giving this one the Sound of the Summer distinction bc not only is it a very summery jam, but it is the one im really telling u to check out if u get the chance. lots of good jams here.

Scatman - Scatman John (DJ Kadozer 2003 Remix): (why did i accidentally type out 'evil remix' at first?) sooooo i was having a bit of a scatman moment recently, as was documented in THIS other epic music post u should go check out if u havent already hihhii :3 tho she TOTALLY STOLE the one i was gonna do, Scatman's World, cuz everyone knows scatman right? skabadaba bweebopbopbadop bop? bopbop badop bop? yeah that one! but.... have u ever heard scatman. like this???? probably not... all im sayin... scat vocals/eurobeat foundation translated to this stabbing edm remix.. its quite good. good enough that the first few seconds alone get me to smile big like this :)

Shop - Toby Fox: songs to order a You. Pick. 2... to...... haha but seriously guys this ones just a really chill one :3 i can alwasy hear the you. pick. 2. part in the song bc theyre punctuated exactly the same way its kinda hell. im chillin. like usual. listenin to undertale musicand then how boutta You. Pick. 2. with some brawwwcolli cheddah. onsecond th... and then were done with that and back to the normal undertale song! like an angle in the knight.. or tiers in the reign...... here and then gone forever. truly, ephemeral..............................

The Flag Is Raised - Asian Glow: in case we couldn't drain enough this summer, asian glow put out this really neat interpretation of one of my faves off bladee and ecco2k's recent masterpiece, Crest. follows in the footsteps of many a bladee cover for me where the cover often plays over the actual song in my head. like i expect certain isntrumentation when i listen to the original that is only present in the cover but that just means theyre both good ! the guitars and the cymbals all over this make this version feel so shiny... aww and they use the little sigil ring from Crest on the cover for it too :"3

THE FLIES - Operation Sodasteal: think i mentioned this in the tags of a post that im sure uve all read before coming to class today, but ive been listening to a lot of these guys recently! just some furry emo nightcore rock that sounds plucked right out of 2007. the one vocalist, slaney(in)famous i think? im not confident which is which, has such a good voice for it too like they have all the good vocal inflections of ur typical lead pop punk vocalist, and i usually just end up singing the lyrics like them bc im just a silly little mirror huh?

This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) - Talking Heads: ooobh i got plany off time....... yeag ive been getting down with this jam recently :3 another good morning walk tune. been trying to get into talking heads a bit more too bc every song i hear is soooo good. like i almost put the girl wants to be with the girls here bc of that OTHER meme edit i actually dont remember if it was lolcats again. it was specifically the "girls are getting into.. abstract analysis!" OHHBB it was a rose homestuck thing bc i memba her sitting at her lappytop :3 doin some fuckin abstract analysis i suppose..

Tin Man - feeble little horse: this is another single turned favorite-song-on-the-full-album-bc-i-took-too-long-making-this-list-again-lol. i love what theyre doin to these guitars maan theyre really fuckin em up in there..... also i love that this band just calls its music guitar music. its fuckin true.

Vicinity of Obscenity - System Of A Down: songs that have done irreversible damage to my psyche and syntax. i will bust out a banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie when the fuck ever just let me know the time and place my man. it is such a vocal stim for me. this whole song is honestly. some of the silliest nu metal u can get ur paws on i checked (she is lying to u again tho it is quite silly with it 😳) + had to go with the 2008 youtube editor lyric video for the youtube playlist obviously.

ahmmmmm so thanks u all once again for enjoying some more songs with me (summer edition)!!!!! <3333 see yall...... in the fall.. with some more songs hehe (or perhaps for summer......2! who knowce :3 the summers still got plany off time as some might say)

#violet originals #some songs #sorry i keep telling u the song is good over and over they just ARE #catch me putting a song in here 'now this one just sucks. no embellishments here.'

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kakusu-shipping · 10 months ago

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Eeee im so happy you wanna know more bout my pokemon SI!! So heres some lore heheh

Her first shiny pokemon was a Eevee she caught while she was travelling with ash in johto! Until that point she had a Mareep that her parents gave her named Millie :)

Since the Eevee was caught in the snow, Amy named it Aurora, and its since turned into a Sylveon :)

At first she was only travelling with Ash and the gang to study his Noctowl, but after it wasn't on his team at that moment, Amy decided to keep travelling with them cause they actually became good friends!

Also she started falling for ash in hoenn ooh but thats another story :3

Feel free to pop by anytime!!

-@thundercloudshipping

Aaaaaaaa hee hee cross regional!!!! Multiple generations of Ash lover that's so cool!! My self ship with James is really only locked to the Alolan arc of the anime so mad respects for covering multiple seasons! (tho I imagine it's Johto-Hoenn for Childhood nostalgia reasons dkfjkd)

Thankyou for sharing!!! Super cute!!!

#Other's Self Ships #Thankyou for asking #I'll swing by with questions EVENTUALLY because I DO have them and wanna hear more lore #Because I'm noooooooosey~#I'm just very caught up in Other Media atm #But thankyou for sharing!!!!!#An Eevee caught in the snow named Aurora..... Who evolves into a Sylveon....#I mean I understand Glaceon is NOT a fun shiny #Lore reason behind that though? Did Aurora not want to be a Glaceon despite living in a snowy environment?#Hm hm questions that will come to your ask box #EVENTUALLY

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patxhwrk · 3 years ago

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hi, i recently found your blog and omg i love your writing sm! if it isnt too weird, i was hoping to rq an imagine for zhongli tartaglia ayato and itto where the reader can use abyss magic and maybe transform too? they prob fell into the abyss like tartaglia but after they returned they just wandered teyvat instead. maybe their bf figures out when they use their powers to protect them? tysm if you do! 💙

Omg this was so interesting and fun to do!!

I never thought of this concept, so thank u for requesting it!

-ˋˏ✄— Into the Abyss

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Genshin Men With Reader Who Can Use Abyss Magic !

Characters: Arataki Itto, Kamisato Ayato, Tartaglia, Zhongli

Pronouns: not mentioned

.navigation. // .genshin impact masterlist.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Arataki Itto | Hanamizaka Heroics

It was just another day of beetle fighting for Itto

He had caught a good one this time, and he knew it

You were there on the sidelines, watching him running around, hyping himself up

He had invited one of the Arataki gang members to battle with him, and they did

The beetles wrestled for a bit, before pushing at each other and then—

"WOO! That's a win for Arataki 'numero uno' Itto!"

His beetle won!

"Did you see that, Y/n!? That was cool, wasn't it? Haha, of course it was, I'm Arataki Itto, after all!"

Smiling fondly at his cheering form, you failed to notice the approaching electro whooperflower, aiming straight for the Onikobuto in Itto's hand

You only found out when it had jumped at him, startling him, and wresled with the whooperflower for his beetle

"HEY! Back off! This is mine!"

It wasn't much of a threat as it is amusing

Until the whooperflower started using electro on Itto

"Ow! Ow, ow, OW!"

You quickly sprinted over towards them, placing a hand on the whooperflower's head before it disappeared into a cloud of abyss, stars of the night sky sparkling in and out before dissapating

"Whooperflowers are always so annoying," you said, failing to notice Itto's wide eyed stare at your hand

"YO! What was that!?" He asked, standing up and staring at you

Not in fear, but in awe

You blinked, before realizing what you had done

"It was so fukin' shiny and sparkly—like the sky! But...I haven't seen a vision like that in all my life. Do you even have a vision?"

You smiled, already exhausted

But for Itto, maybe you'd take a while longer to explain

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Kamisato Ayato | Pillar of Fortitude

Being Kamisato Ayato's partner meant you were protected by both him and the Yashiro Commission

But that doesn't mean you were meant to let your guard down

"You know, my dear, I don't see the need to carry such a weapon when I will be here to protect you," he teased

Shaking your head, a soft smile on your face, you adjusted the sheathed blade on your side

"Who knows, Commissioner, I might be the one needing to protect you."

"Oh? And why would I need protecting?"

You stopped on your tracks with Ayato right beside you, peering over your shoulder at the ever-so dark Chinju Forest, eyes squinted

"Because you might just miss enemies like that."

A hydro abyss mage, protected in its shield

Ayato wouldn't do much with his vision, but before he could unsheath his blade and tell you to stay behind him, you've already made your move

The abyss mage was quick, but you were quicker

Sprinting towards it and jumping over a bubble meant to capture you, you slid under its shield and sliced at the its backsiee, an abyss mark following your blade before the shield immedietly disspersed

The abyss mage fell on the ground, and before your blade can pierce it, it chuckled at you, and quickly disappeared

"Tch, they're getting faster," you mumbled, sheathing your blade and turning towards an awestruck Ayato

"Hello? Earth to Ayato?" You waved a hand in front of him, snapping your fingers a few times

He placed a hand on the back of your head, shoving your face on his chest

"Ah, to think my own partner has such strong abilities. It is truly an honour to call you mine," he said

"Although, I'd like to know, what exactly was that?"

He knows what it was, he just wanted you to say it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Tartaglia | Childe

You were sparing with Childe

That was how you both usually spent on your free time

Blades clashed, his hydro swords against your iron forged one

Even if it was just sparing, you both wouldn't let your guard down

So at the feeling of another prescence approaching, even if you were both battered and bruised and worn out from the battle, you both turned towards the intruder, ready to fight

And from the trees stepped out a lone mitachurl, a shield in its hands

Probably strayed from its pact

Before Childe could take a step towards it, you were already on your feet

The mitachurl brought its shield into the air, before thrusting it down to the ground and spinning

You jumped above its head, your blade discarded onto the ground as a swirling black hole of abyss magic formed on your hand

Landing a foot on its head, you brought your hand down to the mitachurl

It let out a cry before collapsing

Your feet now on the ground, you dusted your clothes before turning back to Childe, who stared in confusion

"Uh— huh?"

"Are you alright, Tartaglia?"

His head process the events prior, and suddenly his eyes widened

"That was abyss magic, wasn't it?" He exclaimed, finally processing what had happened

"Wait... how are you faster than me!?"

It seems like he has priorities, though

"Fight me again, Y/n! I want to see what your power can do!"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Zhongli | Vago Mundo

Taking a stroll around the mountains of Liyue was something you and Zhongli both enjoyed

The calm breeze that brushed past you, the birds singing songs and the beaming sun

Although you both couldn't avoid the enemies that would cross your path

This time, it seemed to be two geo vishap hatchlings, rolling on the ground and towards you both, out of your sight

But you and the geo archon knew better

Turning around, he casted a shield around you both before preparing to make quick of the geo vishaps

Before a cloud of abyss blocked his vision

He brought his arms up, fanning the cloud away before glancing at you

Beside the two geo vishaps that now lay on the ground

Your sword, which seemed to be embedded with abyss, was clutched gently on your hand

It seemed like the cloud of abyss came from you, who had immedietly brought the sword out and attacked the geo vishaps as soon as they grew near

"I didnt know you had been acquainted with the abyss, my dear," he said

You turned towards him, a bit bashful

"Perhaps I owe you an explination..?"

"Let us finish our walk, first. You can explain once we've sat down in our own home."

—PATCHWRK !

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #itto #itto x reader #ayato #ayato x reader #childe #childe x reader #tartaglia #tartagila #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x male reader #genshin

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italoniponic · 3 years ago

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Can i rq general friendship headcanons for ortho?

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! Yes, you can~ I hope it’s good enough.

Thanks for the request <3 |

Ortho Shroud & gender neutral reader / platonic / fluff headcanons / friendship / use of “you” pronouns

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Friends Forever

To start off, you're basically like an older “sibling” to Ortho. And just like Idia, you don't have the slightest control over him and it's always nice to know that from the start. Ortho is cute and an amazing friend to you, always appearing by your side in difficult times and helping you the best he can;

Videogames. It wouldn't be Ortho Shroud if things don't end up at some point being about videogames. Ortho is always happy to find a new company to play with him, no matter what game it is. And if you are not very experienced in something, Ortho is willing to instruct you in this without any problem;

You like to tell Ortho about the cartoons, manga or games that were part of your childhood and he also reveals to you some of his memories. There are many cartoons that are similar, even in these two different worlds. It's fun to talk to him about these things. His joviality makes you feel like a child too;

Unfortunately, for Ignihyde, you are like a pair of gorgons causing trouble. Even if you understand the side of the most introverted and shy students there, preventing Ortho from having some kind of party or special event in the dorm is impossible. How can they expect you to deny anything to these big, shiny golden eyes? Impossible! You have a heart after all. And if Ortho asks you all to do a game tournament, that's what you're going to do;

Ortho often helps you with your studies. He has never had many friends other than his own brother so anyone really needing his help in this matter is a unique joy Ortho wants to experience. And although sometimes he complicates your studies with more mathematical challenges or using data that you don't even know right, it's still a fun time to have;

Obviously, if you are friends, Ortho ends up spending more time with the first year gang and the friendship cycle between you expands. To your relief, Ortho isn’t jealous of having to share your attention with anyone and is actually much happier to have more friends;

You discover too late that Ace and Epel are helping Ortho upgrade his system's curse dictionary. If you're in favor of it, it's possible that you teach him more common dirty names in your world that Twisted Wonderland never imagined hearing. But if you're not... it's time to put on the “Friend Mom of the group” apron and do some good ol’ lecture;

At least once a week, you have to stop Ortho from shooting people with his Magic Beam. Whether because these people are talking badly about Idia or you, this little boy is ready to defend your honor and retribute all the affection you have given him so far;

Ortho offered to be your personal conductor. You know, literally like a transport. The metal of his gears and automail is strong enough to carry you and his foot thrusters are faster than anything. But people always look at you strangely. It's like seeing a kitten carrying a bear and another cat on its back — because Grim wouldn't miss the trip. But you start to arrive much faster in class;

And the main rule of being friends with little Shroud is: if Ortho is happy, Idia is happy too. Even if he takes longer to interact with you as much as his brother, you know from his gaze how grateful he is for the friendship between you. With how much you hug Ortho and talk to him, it makes him feel like a real boy.

#twisted wonderland #ortho shroud #ortho shroud & reader #platonic relationships #friendship headcanons #twst fluff #twst headcanons #twst platonic #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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BBS: Deconstructing the Entire Series (Part 4 of 13)

Welcome to my deep dive into each episode where I break down character motives, P’Aof’s delivery, and general musings of all things BBS. Basically, a scene-by-scene recap with commentary from me, your friendly neighborhood commentator. If you missed the previous installments of this post series, you’re welcome to check them out:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Recapping the recap: We left EP3 with Pat manipulating his friends to help the architects rebuild the bus stop. After years of keeping it, Pat finally returns Pran’s guitar to him. Pat and Pran are now straddling that undefined space between not-enemies but not exactly friends either. Pran obviously wants more, and Pat is frustratingly oblivious to the entire thing.

Episode Four: The Rugby Match, an Old Friend, and Would You Like Me? (or AKA “Without you? It’s no fun.”)

In the game of gay chicken, it’s a showdown of who will blink first.

We open with the two opposing squad leaders facing off suspiciously close to one another. Must you lean thisclose to hear each other? Is it my imagination or is Pat eyeing Pran’s lips here? Pran has a look that clearly says my eyes are up here, asshole. The unresolved sexual tension is so charged that I can feel the static in my hair from all the friction. Apparently, Einstein-hair is one of the side effects of shipping these boys. Another is a high tolerance for muscle tees with nonsensical slogans on them. Even the opposing friends are averting their gazes from all the sexual tension these two are emitting. I guess unlike us, they all value their perfectly coiffed hair.

After much ado about divvying up the bus stop workload, Wai annoyingly comments that if anybody can't carry their weight it’s the engineers which offends Korn and a kerfuffle nearly breaks out. Waisel- just shut your yapper, nobody even asked you and Korn- quit giving him the satisfaction of reacting. Good grief! These boys have turned me into a hall monitor. Ever the mediator, Pran stops their antics by deciding one group will take the even days and the other will take the odd.

At the bus stop site, Wai once again feels the need to whine about the untrustworthy engineers. In a surprisingly sweet move, Pran gallantly defends Pat and assures his friends that Pat is a man of dignity. Aww Pran, that’s right, defend your almost-man. And isn’t it rich of Wai to call out Pat? Somebody get this weasel a mirror. I’ve had enough of his nostril flaring. Was he a bull in a previous life?

I'm adding pouty Pran to the list of best Prans, because look at this face y’all.

After Pran's emphatic defense of Pat's character, we cut to a hilarious scene of Pat apologizing to Pran for his friends not showing up for bus duty. Opting instead to attend a last-minute music concert. Pran rolls his eyes and asks why Pat didn’t keep them in line and Pat’s response is I was too busy dancing at said concert. Pran’s face in response is its own meme. One that rhetorically asks murdering your literal neighbor is still considered a crime, right? Even if he’s asking for it?

Pat comments that if everyone were as eager to work as they are to fight, the bus stop would already be built by now which sparks a lightbulb in Pran’s head. Together he and Pat scheme to have their friends compete in a one-upmanship with taunting notes left at the site for each other. I really must applaud Pran here, the idea is genius. And credit to Pat for giving Pran the nudge to come up with it. They're truly the best partners-in-manipulation. Foreshadowing to future events? Why, yes, the show thanks you for noticing.

The bus stop crew meet at the site for an interview with the school paper. Pat’s gang shows up overdressed in matching slacks and ties. They look like waiters ready to pass the hors d'oeuvres at some catered event. Pran looks on mockingly, but we see you ogling Pat, bro, don’t deny it. He can’t resist commenting that Pat’s shoes are particularly shiny and Pat volleys back that Pran sure is one to talk as he reeks of cologne himself. Sir, I think that’s just his natural pheromones triggering you. I love that they’re openly flirting in public now and with their friends within earshot, too. These two are blatantly ignoring any warning sirens of danger, Will Robinson, and we’re here for the delicious play-by-play.

We're treated to a slow-mo entrance of a pretty girl running up to the group. Cue the flashback informing us that this is their former high school classmate, Ink. She’s there to photograph the bus stop for the school paper. Pran gives Pat a panicked look, which Pat immediately picks up on and scuttles Ink away from everyone. Pran’s face is a myriad of feelings, there's his obvious concern about being busted for hiding their past but also something else, something deeper. We are picking up heavily on that something else.

Look at Pat’s body language here. This doesn’t strike me as someone who is joyfully reunited with his high school crush?

Off to the side, Pat explains to Ink that he and Pran’s faculties have deep rivalries, and nobody knows of their shared history. He asks if she can keep this information to herself. Ink is willing to play along but not before extracting a price for her silence. Poor Pat is weary of what this entails and honestly so are we.

It’s nighttime and the engineers are practicing for an upcoming rugby match against the architects. Korn teases Pat about Ink and asks if he knows her. Pat plays it off that he was just seizing his chance to talk to her alone. Korn then makes an offhand comment that has the entire fandom hyperventilating: I thought you said you liked someone in architecture. Um, excuse me??? Come again? I need to replay this. Assuming this isn’t lost in translation, it’s curious that Pat neither denies nor corrects Korn here, he merely says, you call yourself an engineering student? Why are you now defending the architects? Ugh. Pat is being frustratingly evasive. Answer the guy’s question!

Their chitchat draws the ire of the coach and they’re punished with running drills. Seriously? That’s it?? You’re going to drop that bomb on us and then just run away? Damn you, show. Insert gif of Arthur’s clenched fist.

We cut to Pran outside using his phone’s flashlight while searching for his dropped earbud. He walks around adorably muttering to himself when he bumps into Pat fresh from rugby practice. Pran tells Pat to get lost, but Pat insists on helping him look. Even with something this simple, the two still find ways to bicker with each other. Pat doesn’t watch where he’s going and unintentionally steps on the very thing they’re looking for, because of course he does.

Holding the busted earbud, Pat is genuinely apologetic but Pran doesn’t hold back his irritation. He reiterates his mantra that every time they’re together, nothing good happens.

Pran is back in his dorm when there’s an insistent knock at his door. It’s Pat coming to lend Pran his own earbuds. Pran initially refuses but Pat is clever and pokes at his competitiveness by saying he’ll need it for the music contest and to not use the lack of earbuds as an excuse to lose against Pat and the engineers. Pran finally relents, but we know that Pat only used the contest to get Pran to take the earbuds and I suspect that Pran knows this as well.

Pran is so distracted by Pat’s thoughtfulness that he lets his guard down which Pat takes as an opening to barge into Pran’s room. The two go back and forth about Pat’s sweat stinking up Pran’s place. And it’s like watching the most fascinating game of table tennis, ever. The way these two banter is like a competitive sport. Pat takes it a notch further by stuffing Pran's head inside his sweaty shirt, which eww. But how much do I love that they've now graduated from verbal foreplay into physical just like that. That it’s become comfortable for them to have their hands on each other. Pat has bulldozed his way into Pran's physical and personal spaces and our Pran’s defenses are visibly weakening.

To quote one Rory Gilmore, look at this butt-faced miscreant.

Pran has had enough and kicks him out. Also, can your voice get any higher pitched, my guy? I think that’s the most excitable I’ve ever seen you. How warm was it inside Pat's shirt? Are you feeling lightheaded? Do we need to do a temp check? He closes the door in Pat’s face but of course can’t resist another peek at the peephole. Pat stands outside his door and obnoxiously chants you knowww you want to let me in. Pran just shakes his head but not before his face blooms in a glorious smile of defeat. How does he make defeat look so sweet? He sits back on his couch and stares affectionately at the borrowed earbuds.

The next day, Pran heads to the campus coffee shop after class and happens on Pat and Ink. It triggers a flashback where high school Pran is waiting for his milk tea order when a passing Pat pauses on his way to music club and tells Pran he’ll see him there. Pran nods in response and immediately turns around and orders a second drink for Pat. Our hearts ache for the obvious hope we can see churning in his chest. Oh, sweet Pran. Can you imagine his trek to that music room? How his steps are a little more hurried? How he carefully holds both drinks in his nervous, sweaty palms? Only to walk in on Pat and Ink goofing off and Pran’s face morphs into something akin to being run over by an oncoming freight train.

We’re back in the present, where history is repeating itself with Pran looking on as Pat teases Ink. The look on Pran’s face as he watches them is heartbreaking; it’s that damn freight train coming for him again. Just as his heart and bones are finally healing from the last collision three years prior. The show is telling us this is nothing new for Pran. He’s been here before, a spectating third wheel to his own life. And it hurts us something fierce because we can all relate. Unrequited love is a heavy burden, made worse when you’ve accepted it but it keeps jabbing you over and over with the reminder of what you can’t have. And it never stops hurting. It’s like picking at a barely healed scab again and again only to bleed anew, each time leaving a deeper scar than the previous.

We learn Ink’s price for her silence is Pat agreeing to model for her photoshoot. We also learn that he again skips bus stop duty to show up for Ink. Pran doesn’t know this and thinks Pat is skirting his responsibility to play with Ink. Once again proving to Pran that Pat chooses fun and games AND Ink over his promise to him. Only we know that Pat is doing this for you, Pran. He’s paying off her silence because you’ve made it clear you don’t want anyone knowing your shared history. It’s a version of noble idiocy that you can’t fault anyone for, the kind that hurts all parties involved.

We cut to Pran at his own rugby practice where he’s so distracted by his irritation with Pat that he tackles his opponent hard and hurts his shoulder. Pran is at Wai’s bar after practice when who should walk in for a post-photo session meal but Pat and Ink. Really? Do you guys have no other place to eat at? Did the curry spot, noodle truck, and all the other restaurants in the area suddenly get snapped by Thanos? Our Pran really can’t catch a break, can he?

How Nanon manages to make heartache look stunningly gorgeous is beyond me. There’ll be no reenactment of Dawson crying by the creek for this guy.

He tries in vain to make a quiet escape, but Ink catches him. The face Pran makes when Ink tells him to join them is gut-wrenching. Pat pulls out a seat for him, but Pran bypasses it to sit next to Ink instead. The layers of this scene could rival that of the earth’s atmosphere. Pat looks at the chair he pulled out for Pran and presumptive understanding dawns on his face. Pran is pissed at him. Yes, but not for the reason you’re thinking, Pat!

Ink tries to engage the trio in small talk, bless her heart. We’re not sure if she’s oblivious to the tension or picks up on it and decides not to intervene, but Pat is curiously looking at Pran and Pran is valiantly looking back at him. Say what you will of Pran’s tendency to run away, but I applaud him here for meeting Pat's questioning gaze straight on.

An unspoken conversation passes between them where both are using different interpreters. It’s reminiscent of that kids’ telephone game where you whisper a message in one person’s ear to another and once you’ve reached the last person, the message is so distorted that it barely resembles the original. That is what’s happening here. Pat is saying, I see you. You’re upset. Let me fix this. And Pran is saying, Do you? There’s nothing to fix. Because you and I are nothing to each other. And it’s Pran’s breaking heart doing the talking for him, only Pat thinks that it’s for another reason entirely and misinterprets everything.

It’s the smiling through the pain that breaks me. I’m breathless at how good he is at this, and it hurts me that he’s had years of practice.

This is an emotional trainwreck, one that is excruciatingly painful to watch, but also impossible to look away from. Ink asks if they’ll be facing off against each other in the upcoming rugby match; our boys’ eyes connect, and the small half smiles they give for Ink’s benefit is gutting. Ink wonders out loud which of the two of them she should root for, unintentionally pitting them against each other in a way that is wholly separate from anything that has to do with the rugby field.

Pat pushes the menu towards Pran and softly asks him what he wants to eat. He cares, Pran, he really does, we know you’re hurting but look beyond your broken heart right now and recognize that he cares about you. Please be brave one more time. But Ink chooses this exact moment to notice Pat’s P-bracelet because life is just that cruel to one Pran Parakul. Is that the sound of a train’s whistle racing forward in the distance?

As Ink marvels over Pat having kept the bracelet all this time, Pran is checked out and has a faraway look on his face. We’re shown a flashback of Pran watching Ink gift Pat the bracelet back in high school. This memory seems to be the final straw for Pran. It’s been a long day full of conflicting thoughts of Pat only to end with a tension-filled evening he didn’t ask for. Add to that, his stinging shoulder and Pran is just DONE with everything and everyone. He makes a flimsy excuse of only now realizing he has something to do and makes a hasty exit. Pat intuitively watches as Pran leaves.

Later in his dorm, Pran answers the door to a concerned Pat who is delivering the dinner he didn’t get to eat. Pran declines the peace offering and moves to shut his door, but winces as he inadvertently pulls his injured shoulder. Pat notices and nags him to treat it with medicine.

Cut to the two of them sitting on Pran’s couch with Pat adamant about treating Pran’s injury and the concern he’s showing here is a much softer version of Pat, one we haven't seen before. Pran gives in to Pat’s insistence and rolls up his sleeve, we see that the injury is a lot worse than we imagined. Pat applies the meds to Pran’s shoulder and the look Pran gives him says everything. He doesn’t bother holding back the clear adoration he has for him. It’s all laid as bare as the shoulder Pat is taking care of. Pat, open your eyes and SEE PRAN. He’s right there.

How blind can Pat be? Pran is absolutely gone for him and isn’t even hiding it here. It was a taxing day and this is a moment of weakness for our Pran – where his usual facade slips.

Pat tells Pran to be more careful, that they have a game in a couple days. Pran says they’ll have an advantage then; it’ll be easier for the engineers to win. Pat responds with zero hesitation that without Pran, where’s the fun? What’s the point of even playing if Pran can’t play? And GOD, this is so telling, isn’t it? Pat, make the connection faster my guy. You’re right on the verge of figuring it out. There’s a moment where Pat finishes treating Pran’s shoulder where their eyes meet over the small space between them, and the entire fandom collectively holds our breath as we implore both to just see each other.

Pat extends their time together by asking if Pran has any makeup remover. He wants to clean off the makeup from the photoshoot. Pran comments oh the one you did with Ink? Pat is surprised that Pran already knows. Pran says Pat posted it to IG, didn’t he want the entire world to know? Yet more foreshadowing to later in the series when Pat posts about their relationship on IG. This show is dropping crumbs everywhere and we’re here gobbling it up.

Pran hands Pat the miscellar cleanser but he’s clueless on how to use it, so Pran takes over and helps him. There is something incredibly soft and gentle about Pran cleaning Pat’s face for him. It's what you do for someone you love. Pat can’t help but tease Pran with cute dimples you’ve got there. If had your dimples, would I be as cute as you? A stunned Pran is speechless that Pat paid him a compliment so openly and easily, but credit to him for not dismissing Pat’s teasing as we’d expect him to, but instead volleys back what, these dimples? and flashes them cheekily. He then tells Pat that he’s sorry to break the news, but only he can have these super-cute dimples. He then shoos Pat away and only once the door is firmly between them does Pran reveal his totally blissed-out smile. He repeats his ritual of looking through the peephole for any last visage of Pat, smiling the entire time. Forget the meds, a dose of Pat is all he really needs.

You can physically feel the sigh through this screenshot. Nanon is just that good.

If it would please the court, we’d like to conclude our closing argument that these two are in love, your honor. They are no longer hiding their flirtation behind insults; they are outright flirting now. One claims he’s hot and the other did not refute his claim and now there’s face cleansing and dimple poking involved. Your honor, we would like to rest our case that these two are out here proving our argument for us.

It’s the day of the rugby match and Pran is alone on the bleachers when Pat joins him. He asks if Pran is fit to play and reaches out to ruffle his hair, only for Pran to wave him off. Satisfied that his shoulder appears better, Pat asks, what, you’re afraid people are going to think I’m flirting with you? Way to go straight for the jugular, Pat. And he proceeds to tease and poke at Pran some more, but it’s all halted by Ink and Jam showing up. Now that there’s an audience, Pran dismisses Pat back to his side of the field.

The match is underway with the engineers in red and the architects in green. Pat and Pran are the stars of their respective teams. They both try to outdo each other on the field to the surprise of absolutely no one. There’s a beat where Pran scores, runs back, and flick-salutes Pat with a devilish smirk and oh GOD, it’s so boss and HOT. Pran, we been knowing there’s a sexy beast hidden beneath those dimples, you should unleash him more often. Hit Pat when he least expects it and promise you’ll let us watch.

I’m completely convinced that P’Aof chose rugby for this script to feed us all the waist grabbing and manhandling, and oh man are we feasting. There’s another bit where Pat has the ball and Pran comes after him, hugging him from behind. Pat hands the ball off to Korn who proceeds to score, but Pran, too busy watching the action, hasn’t yet let go of Pat. And Pat, that bastard, teases him with hug me this tight and you might as well take me as your boyfriend and has the gall to WINK at him. Boy, please.

Pran takes a hard tackle and gets up rubbing his shoulder, it doesn’t escape Pat’s notice and he pulls Korn aside with a new game plan. Pat will cover Pran. Aww, Pat. We see you. Only it doesn’t go as planned. Pran has the ball, but Pat hesitates to tackle him and out of nowhere Korn comes in for the kill and Pran goes down painfully. Wai shows up, because of course he does, and menacingly stands in between Pat who is trying to check if Pran is okay. Waisel, calm your ass down. Pran is helped off the field and Pat approaches Korn demanding why he didn’t follow the plan, he said he had Pran covered. Korn is all like hell you did, I saw you hesitate, what the hell is going on with you, Pat?! Indeed, Korn surprisingly you’re asking the right questions.

Match over and without Pran, the architects are defeated by the engineers. Ink approaches Pran and consoles him that his team would have won if he were able to stay in the game. She then gifts him with his own P-bracelet, revealing that she wanted to give it to him back in 10th grade, but he transferred before she got the chance. Aww, Ink, you made them couple bracelets. You’re totally one of us! She helps him put it on and we see Pran working up the courage to ask her something. He finally does and this will forever be the bravest moment on the show for me.

Ink is surprised and peers at Pran, maybe she sees what we all know but does Pran a solid and doesn't let on. She tells him she only sees Pat as a friend, just like how she sees him. And we can all feel Pran's visible relief at her response. Oh, Pran. Your bravery moves me because I understand what this took from you. How you've watched Pat and Ink from the sidelines all these years. Never knowing if there was more going on, but always too afraid to find out. We’ve all been here in Pran’s shoes. Having accepted that our love is unrequited, but never quite willing to seal our own fate by confirming that the object of our desire is coveted by someone else. Someone we deem more worthy of receiving our love’s affection. Someone not us. It’s a disheartening state to find yourself in, this limbo of never being able to move on yet afraid of putting the nail in your own coffin by finding out.

Pran and Ink continue to sit on the bleachers chatting away, both failing to notice that Pat is at the other end watching their interaction with an unreadable expression on his face. We aren’t sure how much he’s overheard, but we’re certain that even if he caught the entire exchange, he’d somehow draw the wrong conclusion from it.

Later that night there is another knock on Pran’s door. We only need one guess as to who’s on the other side. Seriously, how many times has Pat sought out Pran in this episode alone? The boy simply can’t stay away. Make the connection already, dude. Isn’t it telling that you somehow always manage to end up in front of Pran’s door? Ask yourself what that’s all about.

Pran opens his door to reveal that Pat got him some meds for his shoulder. Pran turns him down saying he has his own, but Pat is insistent. He tells Pran that if he wants to return the favor, to let him crash in his dorm tonight. He forgot his key and Pa isn’t answering her phone. Pran, thinking that this is yet another Pat move, and honestly who can blame him? tells Pat to keep trying for Pa and shuts the door.

Later, Pran looks in his peephole to check if Pat is really locked out of his dorm and finds a desolate Pat sitting in their hallway. It takes him less than 30 seconds to decide that he can’t leave Pat out there and opens his door to him. This is huge. Earlier in the episode Pran was very against Pat being in his space, going so far as to kick him out just for sitting on his couch. But here he is granting him entry and a place to rest his head for the night. How far he’s come. He opens the door with slight trepidation because he knows himself. He recognizes that he probably won’t get a wink of sleep tonight knowing Pat is breathing the same air, existing in the same space as him.

Pran is setting up a sleep mat for Pat on the floor next to his bed when Pat enters from the bathroom – shirtless. And there are abs galore, my friends, so much abs. Ahem, what are you doing, sir? Have you no mercy for Pran (or us?) Pran stares without making it seem that he’s staring, we gotchu buddy. Pat asks if he can just sleep shirtless and Pran quickly says no, absolutely not and tosses him a t-shirt from his hamper. He says he hasn’t washed it yet. Pat does a sniff test and declares it still smells great. Because of course it does, it smells like Pran – the scent of heaven to Pat’s nose. Pran’s face in response is hilarious as if he’s thinking what the hell is wrong with you? And what the hell is wrong with me (for liking you)? Pat promises to wash it before returning it and Pran says don’t bother that he’s gonna toss it out implying that he no longer wants it now that it’s been worn by Pat and Pat is all, awesome, new shirt for me then.

I think Pat has found his doppelganger in Pran’s emoji lamp.

Pran is trying very hard to school his face but seeing Pat wearing his clothes has to be doing something to his insides. The shirt he’s worn on his skin is now touching Pat’s skin. I suspect the whole declaration of throwing the shirt out was just for show, this shirt is something Pran is going to cherish for the rest of time. Just like the watch. The earbuds. The guitar. And anything else related to Pat.

Pat says he can’t sleep without his comfort object, Nong Nao, and looks pleadingly at Pran. I half expected him to ask if he can join Pran in bed and use him as a Nong Nao replacement, which yes, please! But Pran is all, don’t even think about it. And in your dreams. (In ALL of our dreams, really). He instead concedes to sharing some of his blanket/comforter with him.

Sometime later, both boys are wide awake staring at nothing in particular. The awkwardness is deafening. Pat is the first to break the silence and asks if Ink gave Pran a bracelet earlier and Pran pauses before responding that yes, she did, the same one she gave to Pat. After several beats, it’s Pran’s turn to break the silence with can I ask you something? Pat responds that he also has a question that he wants to ask Pran. They both seem to already know what the other is wanting to ask. Pran insists on Pat going first. After some hemming and hawing, Pat blurts out do you like Ink? There’s some back and forth of you answer first, no I asked you first, so you answer, they then decide to both answer at the same time on the count of three.

We know Pran’s answer is a resounding no, but we’re not expecting for Pat’s answer to be yes and neither is Pran judging by his reaction. It’s like the air is completely sucked out of his lungs upon hearing Pat’s yes. He’s drowning and can’t even outwardly react because Pat is RIGHT THERE. Pat sighs in relief and actually says the words what a relief! He thought they were rivals for the same girl. Oh Pat, you stupid, clueless idiot.

Where Pran draws the strength to ask if Pat has confessed to Ink yet, I’ll never know. His eyes are flooding with unshed tears, and I just want to smack Pat here, and not affectionately either. Pat responds that he hasn’t yet and asks Pran if he thinks Ink would like him. Pran gives a deprecating chuckle and says how would he know? Pat gets up and leans over the side of the bed and asks If you were her, would you like me? Pran answers with all the life preservation he has left in him, someone like you? What’s there to like? As if he doesn’t already have a long running list of all the reasons why he’s already gone for Pat.

Pat says there are many things and proceeds to list them out. He was a drummer in Pran’s band, he prevented Pran from getting beaten up by Korn and the gang, he helped him get that sponsorship for the bus stop, he kept his guitar for him. And here P’Aof attempts to put us all in our deathbeds by complementing Pat’s narration with Pran’s own montage of all the things Pran already knows and loves about Pat. The Christmas concert where Pran sings but only has eyes for his drummer, the world’s one and only handsome guitar pick, Pat saving the day with the 100% eco-pitch, the bus stop role playing, and finally the return of his guitar. The list goes on and Pran’s chin wobbles as he holds back the dam that’s threatening to burst. How he holds all his emotions in check, I have no idea but this moment right here cements what we already know – that Pran Parakul is the strongest person on this show bar none. To endure this much and for this long. There is no one, absolutely no one, who can hold a candle to him.

Let’s face it, Pran knew there was little chance of Pat reciprocating his feelings, but Pat’s actions leading up to all this said otherwise. The dimple poking? The I think you’re cute? The if you’re not playing, then where’s the fun? The constant checking and rechecking of Pran’s shoulder injury? The incessantly showing up at Pran’s door. What are you even doing, Pat? And now you’re asking if Pran were Ink, if he’d like you? I don’t blame Pran’s response here at all. As hurtful as it is, and as much as we know that it’s a lie, it’s Pran’s only life raft at this point and he’s choosing to SURVIVE behind his I... hate you. After telling this emphatic lie, he rolls over and away from Pat.

A stunned and hurt Pat pulls away and talks out loud, almost to himself, that he has many good qualities. That even he likes himself. Well, good for you sir. We’re happy for you, but can you please shut up now? He further digs Pran’s grave by saying good luck finding someone half as good as me. Oh, you ass, this is emotional torture. We implore you to stop talking. Finally done saying his piece, he lies back down.

Noting the silence, Pran rolls back over and looks at Pat. Then P’Aof murders us by showing a close up of Pran as he looks Pat’s way. He has tears in the corners of his eyes. And there it is. Our sweet Pran has given into his pain and quietly shed his emotions no longer able to hold them at bay. He watches as Pat sleeps and the look on Pran’s face is so openly fond and endearing belying the hurtful words he said to Pat just moments earlier. I want to reach into the screen and just wrap him in a protective cocoon and tell him he’s done good. That he can rest now, that Pat is an idiot and will figure it out soon.

Pran continues to watch Pat to his heart’s content. All those times he wanted to stare but had to pretend that he wasn’t. All the mockery and insults that he had to hide behind is quieted as he just stares and takes in his fill. He can’t help the small smile that peeks through. Everything about this moment is Pran being honest with himself when no one is there to call him on it. He doesn’t bother to hide his longing for Pat but instead gives into it, just for this small breadth of time and it feels so private and personal that we can’t help but feel like we’re intruding.

He finally looks away and shakes his head, wipes at his tears, and then yanks all the bed covers off of Pat. That’s right, the boy doesn’t deserve any of that warmth. Not tonight. Our Pran turns over to his side and we're left wondering how tear-soaked his pillow will be come morning. Life doles its cruelty out indiscriminately and unfairly, but damn it feels like Pran has suffered more than his share.

Chemistry based off of eye contact alone? These two have it in abundance.

And with that heaviness, we conclude our fourth hour with our boys. Let’s get some of the lighter points out of the way first. I think P’Aof landed at just the right amount of screen time for the friends. I didn’t find them as grating in this episode as in the previous ones maybe because their screen time was limited and therefore more tolerable. The focus of the story has shifted to Pat and Pran’s relationship, as it should. The show is telling us to buckle in, we’re no longer in the build-up phase, we’re about to enter the main story and based on this episode’s ending, I’m not sure that our hearts are prepared for what’s coming.

I like how Ink was introduced and everyone’s first inclination was to be up in arms at her sudden appearance. We’re so used to a third-party foil that we were all ready to sharpen our knives and pitchforks in defense of Pran. I absolutely love that P’Aof and his team quickly put our fears to ease by subverting all our usual expectations. Ink wasn’t introduced to be a villainous foil but more the catalyst to push our boys out of their comfort zone, especially Pran. If Ink hadn’t shown up, we can safely assume that Pran would continue loving Pat from a distance and never really doing anything about it. She also serves as the catalyst for Pat as well, but in the next episode. Ink is out here flexing her ability to push people to confront themselves simply by existing. We stan this girl.

I love their friendship. There’s a genuine mutual fondness here. No wonder Pat was worried he was losing Pran to Ink.

And how great is Ink? She has to know or at least suspect Pran’s feelings for Pat, but she respectfully keeps it to herself. How much do I love that she treats Pran’s question with dignity, but also keeps it light with her teasing. She focuses on teasing Pran and less on the real reason why Pran is asking. She has to know the amount of courage it took for Pran to ask, and rather than laugh him off, she studies him and assures him that there’s nothing more than friendship on her end. And the couple bracelets? Have I mentioned how much we stan this girl?

The parents didn’t play a role at all this episode, and I didn’t miss their presence one bit. There’ll be plenty of time for all that later. P’Aof is showing us Pat and Pran on their turf – at university surrounded by all their friends. He’s detailing the gradual changes to Pat and Pran’s relationship and how they handle these external factors before he pulls in the parental drama. In a way, he’s giving us a reprieve though never letting us forget that there’s a much larger obstacle waiting on the horizon. He’s working at establishing Pat and Pran as a united front in preparation for when the parents enter the picture. I, for one, am going to enjoy all of this parent-free drama for as long as we can.

Their eyes are always looking for each other even in a crowd of people.

I love that we’re shown how the boys are different when alone with each other. Without an audience to dictate their behavior, there’s less of a wall for Pat to scale to get to Pran. This is an especially noted change for Pran who is clearly concerned with people finding out that they’re more than mere faculty rivals. How far has Pran come from not even allowing Pat to sit on his couch at the beginning of this episode, to giving him a safe haven and a place to rest his head at the end? We can see that Pran’s defenses are on shaky ground as tornado Pat picks up speed and sweeps him away. Resistance is futile, kind sir. We all eventually succumb to the whirlwind that is Pat. It’s only a matter of time.

The flashbacks revealed so much this episode. We were fed a lot of background on their high school days. But keep in mind that we’re seeing all this through Pran’s perspective and he’s remembering it through the lens of loving Pat from afar. How reliable is Pran as a narrator? Is it possible that he read more into Pat and Ink’s interactions than both Pat or Ink felt themselves? I think Pran uses what he sees and remembers as an excuse to keep Pat at arm’s length. There’s less chance of getting his hopes up this way by creating that emotional barrier between himself and Pat. He’s convinced Pat can never feel for him the way he wants so having Ink there as a stand-in-between is convenient, if foolhardy. So, when Pran asks Ink if she likes Pat and learns that her answer is no that tempered hope dangerously re-ignites for Pran. And it was probably everything he was trying to avoid, but still had to know.

I want to touch on Pat showing up at Pran’s door consistently bearing gifts. In this episode alone it began with the earbuds, then the chicken dinner delivery, and then the meds for his shoulder. Even before this, he hangs onto Pran’s guitar for years waiting for an opportunity to return it to him. And it doesn’t even have to be at Pran’s door, Pat insists on helping him look for the dropped earbud, he’s adamant about treating his injured shoulder, he pushes the bar menu at Pran and asks him what he wants to eat, he tells Korn that he’ll cover Pran in the rugby match, he delivers food after Pran leaves because he doesn’t want him to go hungry. This is a recurring theme of Pat looking out for Pran in big and small ways. He likes feeling needed and useful to those he cares about; he’s a caretaker by nature and a fixer by environment, but also, this gives him a reason and excuse to see and spend time with Pran which is really at the heart of Pat’s desire though he doesn’t recognize it yet.

If all these acts of service and making himself a ‘necessity’ to Pran isn’t a metaphor for Pat offering himself, and his heart, to him then I don’t know what we’re even doing here. Notice that Pran consistently declines whatever it is Pat is offering – his gifts, his help, and his time – why? Pran doesn’t want to owe Pat. We’ve seen that he had to psych himself up just to say a simple thank you. Pran grew up learning to be independent by way of self-efficiency, this is in part due to how he was raised but also if you don’t rely on anyone else, then no one can let you down, right?

Pran, an only child, grew up friend-starved, he never needed to depend on anyone but himself. We see this in his friendship with Wai where Wai is the one who constantly takes and Pran is the one who gives. One might say that Pran doesn’t know any other way of being so doesn’t recognize that what he has with Wai is emotionally abusive at worst and a lopsided friendship at best. We also see it in the way Pran automatically assumes the role of leader in his friend group, taking on the bus stop rebuild when he had no obligation to do so. He doesn’t know how to be the one who leans on someone else.

So, here comes Pat who not only wants nothing in return, other than to prolong their time spent together, but also voluntarily sets himself as a stalwart companion for Pran, someone he can look to and depend on. Our Pran doesn’t know what to do with this change to his routine and way of life. He’s perfectly fine with Pat owing him (recall the debt extracted for saving Pa), but doesn’t know what to do with himself when the roles are reversed.

Now let’s look at this from Pat’s side. Does he feel that he needs to make himself worthy of Pran’s friendship? Even when helping him with the bus stop, there’s a sense that Pat feels he has to prove himself useful to Pran so that Pran would find reason to keep him around. I blame Ming who shows his love and affection only when Pat brings him good tidings, that he scored well on an exam, made president of his faculty, is a star athlete, top of the food chain. He doesn’t show Pat that he loves his son just because he’s his son, no strings attached or accolades necessary. This measurement of perceived value by delivering good marks and deeds has got to be deeply ingrained in Pat after all these years. It’s something he and Pran would need to work at fixing – that Pat doesn’t need to bring gifts or show excellence to be loved. Pat needs to recognize that Pran loves him just as he is, chaotic goof and all and not because he does things for him. That Pran’s love is not a tradeoff and can’t be bought. It’s freely given because of who Pat is, not because of what Pat can offer.

In that same vein, it’s curious that Pat lists all the reason why Pran (as Ink) should like him but fails to realize that none of the things on his list were even done for Ink? In fact, most of them happened when Ink wasn’t even around. What’s that about, Pat? Are you being willfully blind to your feelings for Pran? Or are you unconsciously testing the waters by asking Pran if what you’ve done is enough, can be enough for him to love you?

We assure you, Pat, it’s more than enough. He loves you despite all your flaws. He’s witnessed them all and still loves you anyway. You only need to open your eyes and see it.

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Thank you as always for reading and reliving EP4 with me. Next up, Pat experiences an awakening as we shift from Pran’s point of view to that of our favorite engineer. I hope you’ll stick around for it. I’ll try not to go so long in between updates this time. For those who may have been worried that I would abandon this post series, fear not, I fully intend to see this through completion. I’m afraid you're stuck with me and my ramblings for the long haul.

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #pat x pran #bbs #pran x pat #patpran #deconstructing ep4 #I want you to know that I cried while writing this #my heart took a beating wirting out the last 5 minutes of this episode #It was so emotionally taxing that I had to take breaks #I hurt so much for Pran but also for Pat #this episode was soo good #it's the one where I make all new BBS viewers promise to at least get through the ending of before deciding if the show is worth watching #because if this last scene doesn't move you then I'm not sure what will #recapping ep4 #did I say I was a glutton for pain? how very very very stupid of me #this was pain wrapped in more pain forget the pain sandwich this was a whole 7-layered pain burrito #this was the episode that had me jumping on tumblr and creating this blog to find my peeps to discuss this incredible show with #and here I am months later still discussing it #I'm sorry it took me 6 long weeks to get this to you but it's here now and I sincerely hope that you're still reading because I need to know #that there are still people out there who appreciate what nanon went through in this episode #nanon korapat #you sir are a gift to the world #it's 4am my time as I write these tags so I'm not sure if I'm even making any sense please excuse my bleary tear-dried eyes and broken heart #ramblers like to ramble #this was 7500 words #I've learned to stop apologizing for reading length but YIKES #my stuff

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yoichichi · 4 years ago

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NSFW Zeke HCs

18+ MINORS DNI

Zeke x reader (sorta)

warning(s): fem!bodied reader, breeding (& mentions of pregnancy), degradation, over stimulation, messy?? Fluids? - but not piss, overstimulation, cuckholding, nipple play, slight dumbification & dacryphylia, edging, humiliation?, and mutual masturbation

a/n: got a request for some general NSFW zeke HC so that’s what this is! This is just my take :) I hope you guys can enjoy! NSFW below the cut!

Breeding Kink

It’s most definitely the possessiveness element of this for him, not so much imagining you pregnant for the sake of family - but knowing only he gets to fill you up. He loves the thought of either seeing his sticky seed drip down your thighs or maybe even fuck you while you’re pregnant.

Just the idea of you going out in public with him with your swollen stomach gets him hard. The way those people who’d cast you a second glance would take note of who’s hand you’re holding and how pregnant you are and know that you’re taken, know that it’s his cock who filled you up and got you pregnant, know that you’re his.

“Yeah? I know baby don’t worry, I’ll fill you up all nice and full and warm.”

Degradation/Humiliation

It’s not exactly the act of degrading you that he loves so much, it’s the way you react to it.

You get all shy and embarrassed, act all pouty and needy, but he loves the way it contradicts how your pussy clenches around him when you he calls you his dumb little whore.

He really just loves humiliating you tbh.

Overstimulation

I see this one going both ways!

He wants to fuck you stupid and make you cum until your clawing at his chest or pushing away at his stomach, begging him to let up cause it’s “too much”. Your eyes puffy from sobbing for the past 10 minutes cause he refuses to remove his head from in-between your legs no matter how many times you’ve came on his face. It’s not good enough for him until he has you saying nothing but his name or a jumbled mess, he needs it to stroke his ego.

However, maybe it’s the slight masochist in him, he wants nothing more than for you to return the favor. Suck him dry and then bounce on his dick while he whines from the sensitivity, he lives and breathes to please you and be your fuck toy. He thinks it’s so hot seeing you fuck him just to find your own release, not caring about how much he pleads and whines for you to give him a break - it’s even better if you edge him first.

Messy Boy

He. Likes. His. Shit. Messy.

If you’re giving him a blowjob it’s not good enough unless you’ve spit all over his cock and you’re drooling around him while he face fucks you. He’ll even pull you away to “give you some air”, but really he just wants an excuse to see your pretty face and spread your spit all over your cheeks, smacking you once for good measure before he pulls you back down.

If he’s giving you head he wants it the same way, he wants his face sticky and coated with your own release, mixed in with his spit cause of course he’s spitting all over you too. So getting you to squirt all over his face is definitely a goal of his.

When he’s fucking you it’s really no different, he’ll even over stimulate himself to see his cum mixing in with your own fluids as his dick pumps in and out of you. And yes, he’s spitting in your mouth while he fucks you, too.

And do not get this man started on the possibilities with proper lube.

Cuckholding

There’s a couple things with this:

Part of it is seeing you get fucked by someone else and knowing that you’d rather it be him. Seeing you look over at him and knowing you’re imagining it’s him between your legs is also a big ego booster for him.

But the other part is just the fact you’re hot. Him getting to see you and actually focus on how erotic you looked getting fucked is something he can appreciate. Cause while he’s fucking you he’s usually a little too pussy drunk to really watch you. So this is nice.

Not to mention he loves teasing himself so this just fits that bill

Nipple Play

Again, again, he likes this on both ends.

I think part of it is the teasing aspect for him, getting to pinch, nip, and suck at your nipples while you beg for another form of pleasure from him drives him crazy. But it’s also self indulgent, he’d be happy sucking and playing with your nipples for hours if you’d let him. It’s one of the few times he’s actually quiet while he’s fucking you, too busy humming and sucking at your nearly sore bud. Oral fixation gang

However, I think seeing you suck on his nipples would also excite him too. It could be because maybe you’re embarrassed by it, and he loves humiliating and degrading you. It’s the way you can’t look up and lock eyes with him while you do it, and the way drool is pitifully coming out of the sides of your mouth and down your chin, getting his chest all wet. When he does let you pull away and you think maybe he’s done teasing you, he pushes your head back down to the other side of his chest, insisting you’re not done until he says you’re done.

But it’s also all the other erotic parts of it. The sensations he gets, the way saliva is sticking to your mouth when you pull away and the way your lips are slightly swollen, and the way he’s painfully hard and dripping pre cum - teasing and edging himself before he ruins your cunt.

Mutual Masturbation

Idk how many times I gotta tell you this but this mf loves getting an eyeful of you & teasing you and himself, so this is the best of both worlds

The way you’re so close yet he can’t touch you, he can practically smell you while you finger fuck yourself in front of him but all he can do is imagine it was him instead. It’s almost all too much for him:

The vulgar squelching sounds and meek whimpers leaving your lips; the sight of your slick making your fingers shiny and just knowing how good it’d taste if he were to reach over and suck on them; the way your face looks so fucked out and desperate, your eyes either closed from the embarrassment - god your shyness turned him on - or the way they were staring at his own ministrations, the act almost making his own cheeks heat up from the attention; everything about it made it that much harder for him to deal with it - but he loves a challenge.

It especially made his cock twitch when he’d catch a glimpse of neediness from you, the way you needed him bad, that never fails to make him give in.

Pro tip: lock eyes while you’re fingers are buried deep and let out a breathy, “zeke”, and look from his cock back up into his eyes - that’ll usually do the trick after and get him to give in after a few minutes

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nevadan-road-trip · 2 years ago

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Fuck it, Pokemon teams for the gang (will probably do one with canon characters one day once I figure that out fully)

If you’re curious, explanations for choices (bc I like to pick Pokemon with meaning most of the time) are under the cut:

ATLAS:

Eevee: basic Pokemon with several possibilities to evolve into, similar to how the Noob class is a jack of all trades.

Wurmple: two evolutionary paths and a relatively common Pokemon (in regions where it is found). I would like to imagine what it evolves into varies through each loop.

Staravia: Just a normal bird, really.

Staryu: Water is the most common type, with the addition of Vibes.

ROGER:

Crobat: the classic Pokemon to indicate “person who seems like an ass does actually have a heart.”

Mightyena: Emerald’s Pokedex entry: “They never defy their leader’s orders.” Also runs in a pack, and he’s in an unnamed agency, which is sort of packlike

Luxray: This one’s more of a tactics-based choice because it can see through walls. Very good to have while on a mission.

Garchomp: Strong Pokemon that’s efficient at hunting.

MARV:

Heracross: Part Fighting type (Merc being a melee-based class), and also vibes.

Toxicroak: Same as above.

NEWTON:

Furret: Nimble Pokemon, looks soft (would help with anxiety). Shiny just because.

Duosion: Pokemon that has two brains, similar to how they have a “second” person with them (Fig).

Sylveon: Another Pokemon that would help with anxiety. They have this one because when they were put into isolation, their two Pokemon (see above) were taken away from them. Doc gave them an Eevee so they wouldn’t be Pokemon-less.

FIVER:

Sandslash: Large claws. Alolan form because its typing makes it 4x weak to fire type.

Sneasel: Claws, weak to fire, and its behaviors match Fiver’s when he first escaped the facility.

Zangoose: Large claws, always looks pissed off (same with Fiver)

DESS:

Houndoom: Violent and angry doggy, violent owner. It’s a match made in hell!

Hydreigon: Pokemon that is described to attack anything that moves, so it matches Dess’s ideals.

Honedge: Sword.....

NYX:

Banette: Both were basically “thrown away” (one more literal than the other) and were subsequently possessed by a malevolent spirit.

Spiritomb: Lots of spirits piled into one, and also sometimes a little stinker.

Bramblin: I literally saw this Pokemon and went “yo that looks like Nyx lol.”

MILDRED: Bewear: Large Pokemon that doesn’t know its own strength sometimes.

Drampa: Fairly large, and also protective children. Just a grandma and her grandpa dragon.

Copperajah: It’s Large.

ABBI:

Ledian: This one is just based on vibes.

Noctowl: Part vibes, but also part “owls have good eyesight and that seemed analogous enough to gun sights to me.”

Remoraid: Fish Gun.

Vikavolt: Also chosen for gun reasons.

CHARLOTTE:

Mismagius: Witchy vibes. Same hat!!

Delphox: Magic

Hatterene: Magic, has a witchy hat. Also trans.

#my art #madness combat #mpn arena au #mc pkmn #<--- tag for pokemon crossover posts btw #sorry to charlotte whose hat i had to cut off.#and also sorry to fiver whose glasses i messed up a bit.

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sweetestlamb · 3 years ago

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Lighting Up Your Life- A teaser

A/N: I won't say sorry because I really needed a mental break from writing and I hope you all understand that but I'm back now with a lil teaser for the IOTNBO present I'd promised. Full story coming soon, this is part of the Lightning Up Your World storyline. Thanks for your patience. Sorry for typos I wrote this at a party lmao it got boring so my mind started wandering oops.

BMTL coming soon too for those waiting that just takes longer because it's a chapter fic I need certain things to connect so I'm rereading old chapters and slowly getting it together❤️

Contrary to what he's seen in idyllic movies, marriage is not the serene happy ending that's depicted. They fight, her screaming and him walking away; his defense mechanism since young and he's changed plenty since meeting her but some habits are hard to break. He doesn't get far though because at her first cry, with shiny tears running down her pretty face he crumbles, "Don't walk away from me, you're my husband!" She's always been possessive and since they met on that faithful bloody day she has considered him hers. But hearing that title, one that he hasn't shouldered for too long wipes away almost all of his annoyance with her.

He loves being her husband, adores calling her his wife. After all these years of loneliness he finally has someone who waits for him and waves him off in the morning, his person. He'd once called her a firecracker spitefully- stupidly- but he's learned that she's actually a volcano, once it erupts it changes everything in its wake. His very fiber has been enriched by her presence.

"I love you."

It depletes the flames in her eyes, another fight about him not being home enough. Between work and school he can barely find time to breathe much less entertain a certain author and she does not hide her dissatisfaction with him. No, she's never been one to hide her anger. But this time he's said the right thing and she scoffs before slinking across the distance they placed between each other, melting into his arms her small face disappearing into his chest. He snuggles her closer, planting a soft kiss on her dark head which is longer now, flowing down her back. Her mother no longer having a hold on her. He'd been proud of every inch.

"You're just trying to stop me from arguing," she whines, but he takes it as a silent victory when she doesn't push him away.

"I don't want to fight. I'm sorry I fell asleep yesterday, I'll give you more attention." He'd taken a day off tomorrow to take her on a date, but that's a surprise. Despite their fiery rows he has never grown tired of her wanting him around all the time, he feels the same but it's harder to express that. Expressing himself in general still an uphill battle.

"Mmmm what to you mean by attention?" She replies coyly, tongue in cheek.

That innocuous sentence is all it takes to make all the blood in his head rush downwards. She's not the only one who has missed that.

He groans into her dark jasmine scented hair, louder when she chuckles deeply scratching manicured nails against the sliver of skin exposed by his hip.

"I'm hungry. Feed me first before you suck me dry."

He spaced out for a second imagining just that, him sucking her dry and her squirming under him squeals and breathy moans drowning the room. It's a beautiful image. His blood boils to a simmer.

His voice is thick when he responds, "What do you want to eat?"

Deja vu hits him recalling the last time he asked that question and her raunchy reply, you. He'd almost crashed the car on that day, clamping his legs together in order to hide her affect on him with those straightforward words.

She smirks as if remembering the same moment. Damn minx.

"I want noodles."

He takes a deep breath, calming his body before releasing her. Rearranging the hardnes digging into his denim, he purposely ignores her satisfied grin. He's not ashamed of her affect on him, he's just a man. Or so he tries to tell himself.

"Okay that sounds easy enough-"

"And curry. Oh and those eggs I like and do we have brownies I want that too! And two bowls of rice."

He stands mouth gaping taking in all the food his very petite girlfriend has requested.

But in the end, he doesn't question her appetite feeding her everything she demanded to not do so would only lead to another unnecessary argument and little Gang-tae whimpers in frustration when she promptly passes out on the couch after devouring it all, barely chewing in between. He had to force her to drink water lest she choke.

It's not completely unusual he has seen her put away more food than her body weight before, yet she remains as slim as ever. It's quite the mystery.

He's able to easily lift her slight body off the couch and barely contain his coo when she automatically snuggles into him with a sigh, she can be cute when she's not raising hell. So about forty-five percent of the time give or take.

He undresses her, forcing himself to look away from the lace and silk adorning her seductive figure noting a slight bump in a belly. Maybe the food is going somewhere, finally. He pats her little belly, it's adorable.

His beautiful wife.

He strips himself down to his boxers and slides into their bed, dragging her into his arms before letting the fatigue of the day wash over him and knock him into a peaceful slumber.

When he is later jolted from his sleep, he has no idea why at first a quick check of the clock reveals that it's far too early to be awake, 5:45 the numbers flash. Pushing his hair off his face he finally realizes that he's alone in bed left with only a small indent of where his wife should be.

Then the grogginess begins to wear off and a gut wrenching sound reaches his ears. Instinctively he leaps out of bed, following the sound and winding up in the doorway of the bathroom peering through the darkness at Mun-yeong squatting on the cold tile floor retching into the toilet.

His heart instantly drops shattering into pieces.

Please no. She can't be sick. I can't lose her.

#it's okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #this used to be my most request prompt #I'm giving it to y'all now #moon gang tae #ko mun yeong #chaotic couple is back #iotnbo #full story soon!

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kujox · 4 years ago

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Hello~ So i saw that you take request for jjba,

and i wanted to ask for a small bucci gang x reader (together not seperate) oneshot where their teammate reader gets turned into a child, and as a child their were super hyper and always laughing just a happy go lucky type of kid you now? And now as an young adult their just monotone, emotionless, kinda stuck and a bit mean up and they ask themself what happened that their teammate went from such a sunshine to such a boomer pretty much.

Im sorry if my english is bad and if its too specific.

Thank you for your time♡♡

THIS IS THE GREATEST IDEA I HAVE EVER SEEN!! You have a huge imagination, anon!

{~Ray of Sunshine~}

Bucci-gang x Child!reader!

You were fighting a very strong stand user named Alessi. You’ve never seen this guy before and nobody was really around to assist you. The user was fairly strong but you felt that you were even stronger. Spoiler alert, you weren’t. You had became extremely tired and slipped up as soon as Alessi hit another attack! “I’ve got you where I want you!” He was about to kill you right then and there but he heard loud footsteps and ran off.

“Y/N!” “Y/N”

Those voices sounded familiar to you but you were so young and losing your memory very quickly. You stepped from out of your now..overgrown clothes? Wait—why are you naked?! Where is your mom?! “Woah! Y/N!” Your closest friend Narancia exclaimed. “Wait—are you Y/N? Why are you so small??” He began laughing. Abbachio pushed Narancia aside and had gotten a good look at you. You had tears swelling up in your eyes. “That’s not Y/N.” He said. “They’d never cry.” Abbachio was about to leave you in the street until Bruno stopped him. “That IS Y/N!” He said. “Look at their H/C! And their E/C.” “That’s definitely them.” You had begun crying. Why were there tall men surrounding you? Were they gonna hurt you?! Your little child brains couldn’t handle this.

Bruno’s motherly instincts kicked in and he immediately swooped you up into his arms. “We will get you some new clothes!—that’ll fit you.” He smiled gently, claiming you down. “Abbachio! Please grab Y/N’s usual clothes. We’ll be taking them with us. Abba rolled his eyes. You were always getting into trouble! Narancia cheered. “Oh my god! Let’s get Y/N the most embarrassing kid outfit!” He began cackling. Bruno shushed him. “They wouldn’t like that! Besides—instead of Fugo hurting you, soon it’ll be Y/N if you keep laughing!”

Bruno had took you clothes shopping while Abbachio dragged Narancia home for misbehaving. “Do you like this outfit, darling?” You looked at yourself in the shop mirror. Your outfit had bright colors and shiny sparkes. You adored it. “I love it, Mr. Bruno!” You jumped up and down, excited to show the world your new look. Bruno purchased your outfit and took you back to your home base. As soon as you entered the door..everyone was staring at you! You weren’t a shy child, so you gave your biggest smile and waved. “Hii!!” You sounded so cute! Mista jumped up and nearly snatched you from Bruno!

“Give them here!!” Mista whined. “I wanna hold them now!” “Tsk tsk.” Trish sighed, filing her nails. “You know—Y/N isn’t as usually happy as they are now..” Fugo had chimed in. “You are correct. They’re usually monotone and very quiet..” Abbachio nodded in agreement. “Gee—I wonder what happened.” Narancia rubbed his head. The day was amazing with your new(?) friends! They fed you snacks, sung and danced with you, you even got to meet Giorno while he was off duty!

“Who is this little one within the base?” He asked. “That’s Y/N!” Narancia said. “...Y/N?!” He said, pulling your squishy cheeks. “No way—she isn’t as a ray of sunshine like they are now.” As soon as Giorno said that, you became your normal self again. The boys quickly darted their eyes into the other direction and Trish helped you change clothes as fast as possible. “...Are you okay, Y/N?” Mista shakily said.

“...I’m fine.” Those probably were the only two words you’d be saying for the night.

“I apologize for giving you all trouble—but I am going to bed now.”

“But—you haven’t had dinn-“ You held your hand up, making Bruno pause. “Thank you, but I’ll be leaving.”

As you left, your teammates were even more curious as to why you were the way that you were. It’ll be leaving them stumped for a while—only because you refused to tell them your personal life.

This was way too fun to write! I’m sorry if it didn’t meet your requirements. I’d be happy to hear more of your requests!

#jjba x reader #bucciarati gang #bucci gang #team bucciarati #bruno x reader #jjba abbacchio #bucci gang x reader #fic asks #asks and replies #anonymous asks #fypg #fyp2021

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years ago

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Kinktober - Day Thirty

Prompt: Handcuffs

Pairing: Hawks/Reader (Boku No Hero Academia)

TW: Non-Consensual Touching, Groping, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, Themes of Imprisonment, and Implied Kidnapping.

“Gotta say, I never thought I’d meet a bad guy so pretty.”

You could feel his hands on your waist, gloved fingers brushing over skin-tight spandex and forming a trail from the curves of your shoulders to your lower back, where Hawks choose to linger, now. On either side, his wings caged you in, accommodating for his lack of height by making him seem bigger and, more importantly, making you seem smaller, but that wasn’t your main concern. Since the day you were born, heroes had treated you like something insignificant, something lesser. You hadn’t expected Hawks to be any different after he found you, left to serve as a distraction by the gang you thought you could trust. You knew he wouldn’t be any better. You were alright with that. You’d come to terms with it.

You just wished he’d stop talking, while he flaunted his superiority.

Another squeeze, this one to the side of your thigh. A search, he’d explained, he was searching you, but beyond forcing you to face the unpainted brick wall, it was a half-hearted effort. You were a sacrificial lamb, something meant to be captured, the metallic cuffs around your wrists were proof of that - cutting into your forearms, dangling your quirk just out of reach as he held the chain, keeping your hands pinned to the base of your spine with little more than the slightest bit of pressure and the suggestion of his weight. You weren’t sure why he bothered with the professional pretense. You get-up was form-fitting, sheer, leaving little to the imagination and even less effectively obscured. He’d noticed, and he hadn’t bothered pretending he hadn’t. Hell, he’d been eyeing you up like a piece for meat since the moment he discovered you, abandoned and restrained and just waiting to be rescued by a big, strong hero.

It was the worst when he spoke. It was the most obvious, when he spoke. “Agency’s been givin’ me the difficult ones, lately - real scum of the earth types, y’know? Not that I mind, I know it’s my job to keep trash like that, like you off the street, but…” He trailed off, his voice fading into a laugh. Slowly, you felt him lean against you, red feathers ruffling as his chest pressed against you back, his hands trailing back to your hips. You went stiff, but if Hawks noticed, he didn’t care. Not enough to stop, at least. “You’re a sight for sore eyes. There isn’t a man on the force who wouldn’t be thankful for the view, after a long day.”

You couldn’t use your quirk, couldn’t fight back in any way that mattered, but you could reel back, drive the heel of your boot into his foot, and only pull away when he let out a mumbled string of swears. His grip tightened, a small frown soon pressing into the junction of your lower neck, but for some reason, his disappointment did little to dampen your sense of satisfaction. “Eat shit, hero.”

“So mean, sweetheart.” He was whining, now, his tone pitchy, frustrating. You were used to people like him, people who’d run their drills and nurtured their strengths and polished themselves into something shiny, into something that didn’t have to take anyone else seriously, but no amount of exposure could stop your impatience from building up, simmering and starting to boil over the longer he dragged this out, the longer he held onto that innocent, careless facade and kept his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. It was irritating. It was annoying, and he refused to make it end any faster. “Here I am, trying so hard to play nice, but you just can’t return the favor, can you? It makes sense, honestly. No one’s ever washed your mouth out for saying all those bad words, but you don’t have to--”

This time, you drove your elbow into his stomach, aiming to anger more than injure, but Hawks was faster than you. In a moment, he’d caught you by the shoulder, shoving you against the grimy wall and forcing your cheek against rough brick, your chest against a material too solid to be comfortable. “Hawks--”

“Keigo, baby, Keigo.” The correction was swift, practiced. Cooed in the same sympathetic, patronizing tone he’d use to correct a small child, if they told him the sky was green. “C’mon, can you say it for me? You sounded so precious, earlier, asking Mr. Hawks not to hurt you, begging me not to be too rough. You’ll do it again, won’t you?”

“Bastard.” You hadn’t begged, you’d never begged. You were vulnerable, and you’d done what you had to do to keep yourself safe. You weren’t that brave, you’d rather spend a lifetime rotting in a cell than a minute bleeding out on the filthy floor of an empty warehouse, but you were beginning to regret not being just a little more bold. Even if he didn’t kill you, being shackled to a hospital bed would be leagues better than having his eyes tear into you, than feeling his smirk bite into your skin as he pushed a fleeting kiss into the corner of your jaw. For comfort, you assumed. “Just shut up and arrest me, idiot. I would’ve fought back if I knew you’d be such a creep.”

“Another bad habit we’ll have to train you out of,” He lamented, the thought punctuated with a shake of his head, a wistful sigh. Again, his attention drifted, his touch drifted, none of your muffled complaints and stifled squirming stopping him from snaking an arm around your waist, nimble fingers finding the collar of your costume. Your breath hitched in your throat as he toyed with the fabric, but forgivingly, mercifully, he didn’t move to rip through the thin material. His mind was somewhere else. “Do you honestly think I’d put this much effort into someone I’m just going to arrest?”

For the first time since he’d caught you, the panic truly, genuinely began to set in. Your pulse didn’t race, your heart didn’t pound its way through your ribs - instead, both seemed to stop. As if the implication alone would be enough to end you. “You’re not going to… What?”

“Aw, the poor thing’s speechless.” This time, when he pulled your body against his, you struggled. You fought and you kicked and you scratched, but your hands were bound, your only weapon already disposed of, and all Hawks had to do was beat his wings once before you went still, went quiet, before your blood ran cold and you realized that, handcuffs or no handcuffs, you were defenseless. “That’s it,” He praised, as you went limp against him. “No reason to fight. I’m gonna take you somewhere much nicer than prison, and you’re gonna learn to be grateful. I’m gonna be thankful for you, too.”

There was a pause, a smile soon pressed into your jugular. Giddy, unabashed.

Just as sharp and just as sickening as any cage could ever hope to be.

“I’ve always wanted my own pretty little villain.”

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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Wanda Maximoff/Reader - Land of Thieves - #ChapterNine

GIF is not mine, and i’m running out of options haha.

Summary: When you were a child, you swore that no matter how high the reward in your head, she could always count on you. Life as an outlaw in the west is not easy, but you believe that train robberies are still easier than asking a pretty girl to dance. Land of Thieves, also know as your love story with Wanda Maximoff in the Wild West.

Chapter Summary: The one where an old friend return.

AO3> Land of Thieves

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit violence, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, cursing, blood. Chapters Warnings: Slightly smut, panic attacks.

Words: 53.380K (All chapters)

tags: @mionemymind @whosedevil

You wake up to a whistling noise. Wanda moves against you, burying her face in your neck, as you open your eyes, getting used to the clarity.

- Good morning, girls! - Nat says suggestively at the entrance to your tent. Wanda mumbles softly against your collarbone, not moving from her position on top of you.

- Good morning, Nat. - You retort, letting your hands go up to Wanda's back.

- Good morning, Nat. - Wanda repeats the greeting, but her voice is muffled against your neck. You don't mind.

Nat chuckles, walking into the room with her arms crossed.

- You guys are adorable, and everything. - She teases. - But we have work to do, Miss Maximoff.

Wanda grumbles, and Nat nudges her quickly in the ribs, causing her to wriggle against you and almost knock you off the bed. She keeps poking Wanda until she demonstrates that she is going to get up. You just laugh at the interaction.

- Fuck you Nat, I'm going. - Wanda retorts, pulling out of the hug and standing up. You let out a sigh, missing her body heat immediately.

She stretches and gives Nat a gentle shove that makes her laughs and exits the tent, while pointing to the watch on her wrist.

- Good luck. - You tell her imagining she was already following Nat, but Wanda turns to you and climbs into your lap as she leans her body to give you a firm kiss on the lips.

Your body warms up quickly, but as you bring your hands to Wanda's thighs, you hear Nat shout that she would throw a bucket of water on you both if Wanda didn't come soon, so you end the kiss, and Wanda leaves your tent.

You lie there for a few minutes, eyes closed, smiling with the memory of Wanda's warmth, before you get up. You know you have a long day ahead of you.

Shortly after you delivered Stephen's letter to Steve, and talked to him about the plans to steal the gold from the Rhodes families, you approached Bucky as he was sitting in his tent.

- Would you help me with something? - You asked him shyly, and he just smiled, signaling for you to sit in the chair in front of his bed.

You sat down, a bit awkwardly, and then handed over the letter Erik had given you.

- A man looked for me yesterday in Saint Denis. - You told Bucky. - His name was Erik Killmonger.

Bucky frowned, looking worried. And then he opened the letter, reading its contents.

- Did Killmonger say how he found you? - he asks seriously. And you look at him curiously.

- No. He didn't. - You reply. - Actually he didn't have time to tell me anything. - Seeing Bucky's confused expression, you add as you look away to the floor - Someone murdered him.

- Shit. - Bucky retorted, placing the letter on the bed, and running his hand through his hair. - Did anyone see you with him?

You blink in surprise at Bucky's nervousness.

- Only the guy who attacked him. - You reply. - But he must be in jail now.

Bucky shakes his head in denial, and then stands up, closing the tent. He sat down in front of you again, looking really worried.

- You can't tell Steve what I'm about to tell you, okay? - he asks, causing you to raise your eyebrows in surprise. But then you nod, and Bucky lets out a sigh before continuing. - Do you remember the time when I was away from the gang? A few years ago? - You nod in agreement. - I was up north. Helping the Wakanda people establish a reserve there. You didn't know her, but my sister lived with the Wakanda people, and she asked me to move there with her and her husband. - You were surprised by this information, but you didn't interrupt. - Unfortunately, explorations in that area started happening, and although no one can prove it, we know that the army attacked the reserve. My sister and her family died in the attack, and I rejoined the gang.

- I'm sorry about your sister, Bucky. - You say, and he smiles sorrowfully at you.

- That's all right, dear. It was a long time ago. - he says. - But what I want to tell you is this. A year after I returned, a group of Wakanda warriors set up a gang. A gang like ours. They call themselves the Panthers. - He tells you, and you nod, knowing exactly what he is talking about. - They came to me when we were in New Austin. They needed as much help as possible to get revenge on the soldiers who killed their families. And I accepted. - Bucky confesses, and pauses for a moment, as if lost in his memories. - Erik Killmonger was one of these men. We rode together to Fort Wallace, and together with the rest of the Panthers, we killed more than fifty federal soldiers.

- My God, Bucky. - you exclaimed. Bucky just looked at the ground.

- After that the Panthers became the protectors of the Wakanda people. They are not thieves, and they only kill in case of defense. - He continued. - The gang grew in size, and spread all over the country. What we did that day, unfortunately, only delayed the inevitable. - Bucky affirms, and then grabs the letter from the bed and places it in front of you. - Killmonger has obtained the court license issued by Captain Vasily Karpov for explorations on the lands of the New Elizabeth reservation.

- But what does this mean for the Wakanda people who live there?

- Death. - Bucky answered simply, and you held your breath. - And that's why Erik contacted you. He's trying to repeat what we did years ago.

You bite your lips thoughtfully. And then you turn your gaze back to Bucky.

- Erik told me to save someone. - You tell. - Maybe he wanted me to find another way to help them.

- I don't know. - Bucky rebuts. - I see no other way out but to fight. Wakanda will not leave their land, and they are completely justified in staying.

You let out a sigh, trying to think. And then an absurd idea strikes you.

- What if the land was bought? - you ask suddenly. Bucky looks at you with a raised eyebrow in confusion.

- We literally have less than $500...

- The scam, Bucky! - you exclaim, smiling. - We'll get more than five hundred dollars with those gold bars.

Bucky laughs, but then he realizes your expression.

- My God, are you serious? - he asks incredulously, and you nod. - Child, we don't even have the money yet! And we don't even know if we're going to get it. On top of everything else, the army will send troops to the area in a few days. We simply can't help them!

You don't answer Bucky, because you are too busy thinking about the whole plan. Bucky looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

- I need a paper and pen please. - You ask him, and he hurries to look for the items in the room.

When he hands you the objects, you turn toward the table next to the chair you are sitting on, and start writing down the plan as you explain everything to Bucky.

- If we do this right, we don't need to put anyone in danger. Especially the Wakanda people. - You say and Bucky nods slightly. - I really hope Tony Stark agrees to help us, or I'm going to need someone who looks a lot like a feudal lord.

Bucky laughs and picks up the plan sheet. He lets out a sigh and looks at you proudly.

- Let's do this, kid.

You don't tell Steve about your plan. Bucky doesn't like to talk about his past, and he thinks that this operation is something that only disrespects you and him. So he asks you not to mention anything to Steve, that he would find a way to tell him about it. You feel that they are distant lately, but you don't mention anything.

You have to go to Saint Denis, to pay Tony Stark a visit, so you leave after lunch. You'd like to kiss Wanda before you go, but she's not at the camp, and you figure she's still in Rhodes with Natasha.

It doesn't take that long to get to town, you quickly realize that your mare is quite sturdy and can run for a long time.

Now that you are in town, you need to find a way to find Tony Stark. The only place you know that has information on everyone is the saloons.

So you spend much of your afternoon pulling conversations with strangers and buying them drinks, while trying to find as much information as possible. Finally, while you are at a card table surrounded by well-dressed drunks, a man tells you that Stark lives in a mansion at the northern end of town. You say a polite goodbye after he describes the house, and then you leave the saloon in the direction of the place.

You figure that the guards standing in front of the gate, and scattered all over the entrance area will not respond to an outsider's request to see their boss, so you go around the house, looking for a way to get in without being seen.

You find a ledge in the wall, and scale with some difficulty, but finally enter. Then you walk around with your head down, and enter the house through one of the windows.

You have never been in a mansion before, but you imagine that they are all as beautiful as this one. The floor was so shiny that you could see your reflection in it, and you suppressed the urge to let out an impressed hiss.

Finding the stairs to the second floor, shortly after ducking behind a couch when I heard a maid walk by, you went upstairs.

You had to look through many empty rooms before you found Stark's.

Opening the door carefully, you frowned with confusion at the image you found. Tony was sitting with his legs spread on the floor in front of his bed. Many bottles of drinks surrounded him.

He raised his gaze to you as you entered, and let out a dry laugh.

- Are you here to kill me? - he asked, clearly drunk, and then laughed again.

- This is sad. - You commented with a light sarcastic tone, closing the door as you entered the room.

You walked toward the closets, looking for something for Tony to wear. You threw a set of the most comfortable clothes you could find on his bed.

Then you walked to the bathroom suite, and filled a metal pot with water.

- Sorry about that, Tony. But I just don't have the time. - You told him before you poured the water over his head.

He let out a mixed exclamation of anger and surprise, and sank his face into his hands. You put the bowl on the floor, and stooped down beside Tony.

- Did that sober you up enough, or do I need to get more water? - you asked, and Tony just flashed you his middle finger, eliciting a laugh from you. You stood up, looking around the room, amazed at the number of items there. You were going through the books on the bookshelf when Tony finally finished dressing after he had gotten up complaining of a headache.

- What the hell are you doing here? - he asked as he approached you, taking the book from your hand and putting it back on the shelf.

- You treat your friends very badly. - You sneer and he lets out a laugh, turning in the opposite direction toward the room's exit. You follow him through the house to the lower level, where he leads you into the living room, and you sit in one of the armchairs while Tony pours a drink for you, and water for himself.

- To what do I owe the honor of your visit? - He asks with a slight irony as he sits down on the sofa.

- I need your help with something. - you say. - But I would also like to know if everything is okay with you.

Tony seems really surprised that you would ask him that. He rests his legs on the living room table and assumes a lost look.

- Everything is fucking great. - He replies sarcastically. You frown, and he looks like he is going to cry at any moment. - I live in a house with twelve rooms. I have employees at my disposal twenty-four hours a day. Everything is just fine.

- Tony.

- No. - He interrupts. - I don't want your pity.

You sigh, crossing your arms and placing your legs lying on the table next to theirs.

- I don't pity you, Stark. - you say. - I was going to tell you to have a little self-respect and stop sinking to the bottom.

He laughs lightly, and you follow him. You fall silent for a moment, and you assume a serious expression.

- This is about your father, isn't it?

Tony's gaze is focused on one point in the room, as if he is not really there at all. But he nods slightly. You wait until he is ready to speak.

- I don't... My father and I, we didn't get along very well. - He confesses, looking down at his lap. - We had different opinions about many things. I never wanted his legacy. And then he died, and all his responsibilities fell to me.

- This isn't about you assuming his business, is it? - you ask after a moment. Tony laughs humorlessly.

- No. - He confesses, and when he speaks again, thick tears stream down his face. - I just miss him.

Tony wipes away his own tears as they fall, apologizing. But then he sobs, and you get up, and throw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging him tight.

- Damn, I'm sorry. - he says when you part, several minutes later. - I am a complete mess.

You nod in disagreement.

- Stop it, Tony. You don't have to apologize for your grief. - You tell him, and then put your hands on his shoulders, and give him a smile of mixed amusement and sarcasm. - But if I see you drown yourself in booze again, I'm going to punch you in the mouth, okay?

Tony laughs, hugging you one last time. He then gets up and asks one of his employees to prepare dinner for you both.

He beckons you to follow him to the table.

- You still haven't told me why you are here. - He says without sounding accusatory, just curious, while pouring you some wine.

- I need your help with a job. - You say. - I need you to pretend to be interested in buying some land for me.

- Maybe this is a good time for me to tell you that I am bankrupt. - He says, and you let out a laugh. He seems surprised by your reaction.

- Yeah, I heard. - You say. - People talk more than they should when they are drunk in saloons.

Tony laughs, agreeing with a wry nod. Two servants enter the room next, and serve you both your dinner. When they leave, and Tony sees your face toward the plate, he lets out a chuckle.

- Sorry, is this not appropriate for your refined palate? - He mocks, and you take one of the cutlery to poke at the food that has been placed in front of you.

- I don't mean to be rude. - you say. - But this doesn't look like food.

- This dish costs almost a thousand dollars.

- That's exactly why you're bankrupt. - You joke, making Tony laugh.

- It's called Caviar, by the way. - he says, eating some of the food. - You will hate it.

You laugh, and push your plate slightly forward. Fortunately, there were also other options you liked.

- Now tell me exactly what you want me to do. - He says after you finish putting some deer meat and mashed potatoes on your plate.

You explain to Tony that you need him to open a purchase order for the land in the New Elizabeth reservation area. He needs to prolong the negotiation as long as possible, until you have the scam money. You tell him what the Wapiti and Wakanda people went through there, but you don't mention Bucky. And when you finish, Tony drinks some wine.

When he nods in agreement, you let out a sigh of relief. And he laughs at your expression, but raises his hand to the table, holding yours.

You sleep in one of the rooms of the mansion, the bed is extremely soft. And then you are surprised that Tony is up bright and early the next day, excited to help you with your plan. He puts on his best clothes, and as you say good-bye at the front door, he tells you that he will keep in touch by correspondence about the negotiations, but that you should visit him as soon as you can to buy the land. You tell him that you intend to continue visiting him even after this scam, and he hugs you before you get on your horse.

Riding back to camp, you miss Wanda. You think you would like to share a large bed with her. And you feel your cheeks flush when you think about what this implies. How far away you were in your relationship. You realize that the next time you lie down with Wanda, you will most likely not sleep at all.

- Jesus, you're making that face. - You hear Pietro sneering while you are playing cards.He is sitting in front of you, while you are sitting at one of the camp tables.

- I'm not making any faces. - You retort, looking at your cards. Pietro chuckles.

- You can't even hide it when you're thinking about Wanda. - He teases.

You had arrived at the camp a few hours ago, and when you realized that Wanda was still away with Carol and Nat, you accepted Pietro's request to play. You had also talked to Bucky about the reserve plan just before you sat down to play.

Maybe you were too distracted, and now Pietro was teasing you.

- I'm thinking about my next move. - You hit back.

- On the game or on Wanda?

- God, Pietro. - You grumble blushing as you kick him under the table.

Pietro just laughs, and you play again in silence. When you win for the third time, you feel someone covering your eyes with their hands.

- Take a guess. - whispers a voice in your ear that you know well. You smile, raising your hands to Wanda's on your face.

- I think it' s the prettiest girl in camp. - You play along and hear her shyly laugh as she lowers her hands to your shoulders and kisses you on the cheek.

- Who's winning? - Wanda asks and you try not to mind her touch on your shoulders. She begins to massage them lightly and you ignore the shivering in your body.

You turn your head back slightly to look at Wanda, but she turns around and sits on your lap. You suddenly feel very aware of her presence, and try not to blush so much. The position warms your body, but you say nothing.

- You know very well that I can't beat Y/N. - Pietro grumbles, leaning his elbow on the table and his face in his hand. Wanda imitates her brother's gesture, and this causes her butt to bend over your lap, and suddenly it's hard for you to breathe normally.

- Play with me then. - She says to Pietro in a tone of defiance and playfulness. Pietro shrugs, and begins to deal the card between the two of you. You rest your head on Wanda's shoulder, watching the game, as you move your hands up to rest on her lap, hugging her.

Wanda is a good player, you watch them play in silence. And then Nat joins you next, looking tired.

- By the way, how was your work? - you ask.

- Fucking boring. - Nat mutters, looking at Pietro's cards as he observes the table. Wanda let out a giggle at her answer.

- At least we have a hint. - Wanda said a moment later, and Nat nodded in agreement, and then laid her head against the table.

- What hint? - asked Pietro, buying a card from the table.

You signaled a move to Wanda by raising your hand quickly to her set, and she smiled.

- A load of moonshiner leaving in two days. - Wanda answers Pietro after following the move you showed her. - We will follow and find the breach to steal them.

- This is cheating. - muttered Pietro watching you help Wanda again. You laugh, taking your hand away from her cards.

A few moments later, Wanda wins the game. Pietro lets out a disgruntled grumble, and Nat laughs at his expression. But then he lets out a loud exclamation as if he has remembered something.

- Girls, I completely forgot about the bear bet. - He tells you, and you roll your eyes playfully.

- We tied, Pietro. - reminded Wanda, but Pietro just shook his head in denial, a playful smile on his lips.

- That doesn't break the bet. - He says. - One wish for each.

- That doesn't make any sense. - Nat commented humorously, but she seemed interested in where this story was going. - Please wish him to stay in silence for two weeks.

You and Wanda laughed at the idea, but Pietro was contemplative.

- I think it would be fair if we each got a wish from the other two. - He said with mischief in his eyes. You knew he would find a way to make very good use of it.

- That's fine with me. - You agreed, shrugging your shoulders, it wasn't as if you'd thought of anything. Wanda then nodded.

Pietro seemed to get excited, and slapped the table lightly afterwards.

- Great! I want you two to handle all my chores for next week. - he declares, and Wanda lets out a dissatisfied sigh. You roll your eyes, and then say:

- You are so predictable, Pietro. - You comment. - My request to you is that you take over Wanda's chores for the next month.

Pietro looks shocked, and Nat laughs. Wanda turns her head to give you a little smile, and then turns to Pietro.

- And mine is for you to take over the monthly Y/N duties. - She says, and Pietro looks really annoyed that he didn't see that coming. You, Nat and Wanda laugh at his reaction.

- Plot should be against the rules. - He says angrily as he gets up and walks out toward his own tent.

Nat gets up next, stretching.

- You two are all hugs and cuddles, aren't you? - She teases you about your position, but you and Wanda just giggle. She then leaves with a smile.

You lean back against the chair as Wanda turns in your lap, her legs splayed out to the side, allowing you to see her face.

- How are you? - you ask as you twirl your arms around her and intertwine your hands around her waist to hug her. Wanda smiled, leaving one hand on your forearm and one on your neck, her fingers playing with the hair on the back of your neck.

- I miss you. - She says, ignoring your question. Her eyes sparkle with something that means something else, and makes you swallow dryly.

- I'm right here. - You joke breathlessly.

- I miss touching you. - She confesses softly before she brings your mouths together. Her tongue caresses yours with slowness and sensuality, making your whole body tremble.

You kiss like this for a few minutes, and then Wanda breaks the kiss, but keeps your foreheads together. You are both breathless as your mouths part. You think about saying something, but your mind is completely blank. And then Wanda is brushing her lips shallowly against yours again, as if deciding whether to kiss you again. She licks her lips, and this makes her tongue rub against your mouth because of the closeness, and you let out a low moan.

- God, keep it PG. - You and Wanda are startled as a voice sounds mockingly from beside you. Wanda sinks her face into your neck, you can't tell if she is embarrassed that she was caught or if she is trying to calm down. You look at who is talking, and find Carol with a suggestive look in her eyes. - I hate to be a bother, girls, but I need to steal Y/N away for a little while.

You let out a sigh, and from the look on Carol's face, you know what you are talking about. The blonde nods her head for you to follow her, and walks off in the direction she has pointed.

You raise your hands along Wanda's back, stroking her tenderly to get her attention. Wanda looks up at you next, a dark gleam in her eyes, mesmerizing you, but a mischievous smile on her lips.

- I have to go. - You mumble, clearly preferring to stay.

- Go before I kiss you again. - She says, looking down at your lips. - If I do, you're not going anywhere.

You let out a breathless laugh, and Wanda stands up. She smiles at you before you walk over to Carol's tent.

- What happened? - you ask as soon as you enter the place. Carol is waiting for you with a cigarette on her lips, standing beside you as she looks around the camp.

- Bucky told me about your little adventure. - She says without looking at you. You can't tell if she is angry, but you are surprised that she knows. You put your hands in your pockets while you wait for her to speak again. - I've been thinking about the whole situation. Do you have any idea how Killmonger even found you?

- No. - You shrug. - He died before you could tell me.

Carol takes a long drag on her cigarette before speaking.

- I'll find out if he was following us. - She says. - I wouldn't want to end up bringing other people to us.

You nod knowing that she is referring to the feds and bounty hunters.

- You want me to come along, right?

- You'd rather stay with your wife? - Carol replies with a teasing tone and a sideways smile. You can feel your cheeks flush, but your tone of voice is also provocative when you say:

- Wouldn't you?

Carol lets out a giggle, and throws the cigarette on the floor, putting it out with her boot. Then she turns to you.

- I'd better ride alone. - She says. - I'll attract less attention. And besides, Killmonger looked only for you, so maybe it's better that you are not seen investigating.

You nod, and Carol pats you on your back before walking off in the direction of the horses.

You return your own tent, and Bucky enters at the back, carrying a letter in his hands.

- This is for you, kid. - He says, handing you the paper. - It's from Tony Stark.

You thank him and hurry to open it.

- He made it. - You tell Bucky as you finish reading. - We have a week until the buyer arrives to meet with Tony.

Bucky nods, looking anxious. You place a hand on his shoulder.

- It'll work out, okay? We'll do it together. - You assure him. He gives you a short smile, and a pat on the arm before leaving.

You throw yourself on your bed then lie down as you stare up at the ceiling of the tent. You feel slightly anxious. You trust Stark, and you will have to be content with that. The other alternative was to die in a gunfight defending that territory.

You end up napping for a few hours. When you wake up, it is very late at night. You walk out of your tent, and many huts are closed, indicating that much of the camp is asleep.

You walk over to the campfire area, where Nat and Bruce are sitting by the fire.

- Hey. - You greet them with a smile, which they respond to.

- Hey, sweetheart. - Nat says. - Do you want to sit down?

You shrug, looking around. You are cold, but feel that you are interrupting them both.

- Not really. - You deny it and your heart races slightly when you notice Wanda several meters away, staring at the lake. - I-I'm going to...

- You can go. - Nat cuts you off with a smile and an insinuating look. You give an embarrassed chuckle, and walk away in the direction of the lake.

You hug your jacket against your body as you walk toward Wanda. She is right on the edge of the camp area, and when you are arriving, you make sure to make your steps louder so that it doesn't startle her. And then she turns her head slightly to the side, and gives you a shy smile, before looking away again towards the lake.

- Someone is pensive. - You comment with a slight playfulness in your tone as you stop beside her. Wanda is quick to entwine her arm in yours and suddenly you forget that you were cold.

- Take a good look over there. - She says without looking away from the front. - Can you see the swans?

You squint your eyes to see through the darkness, and at first you see nothing. But then, several meters from where you stand, floating majestically on the water are swans. And they are white like the moon, and completely hypnotize you.

- They are beautiful. - You remark. - Do you remember the last time we saw swans, Wanda? When we were little...

- And we ran away to get married. - She interrupts with a giggle. - Oh yes, I remember well. - You laughed as Wanda turned to you. - We ran away to get married in secret and Bucky and Steve followed us for two days.

You laughed as you remembered.

- We were, what, fourteen? - you ask, and Wanda agreed with a nod as she laughed. - Wow, that sounds like a lifetime ago.

- Yes. - She says looking at the lake. - I think I would do it again.

- What? - you ask with a smile. - Run away?

Wanda turns to you, her eyes glowing tenderly.

- I would run away again with you.

Your heart skips a beat, but you hold her gaze and smile

- Where would we go? - You find yourself asking as Wanda brings your bodies closer together, and rests her forehead against yours.

- I'd go anywhere with you. - she declares.

- Wow, you are loaded with declarations of love today, Wands. - You sneer breathlessly, Wanda laughs and hugs your neck, burying her face in your hair. You wrap your arms around her waist.

- I'm glad that we don't have to run anymore. That I... I can love you without worrying.

Wanda lets out a sigh against your neck, and then looks up at you with misty eyes, a shy smile on her lips.

- I love you. - she confesses. - And I'm happy with you.

You nod slightly, your heart racing, and then kiss her. Tenderly and softly, just savoring her taste. And when you part, you remain holding hands as you watch the swans migrate away.

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