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ninibeingdelulu · 5 months ago

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His biggest fan ✧

Plot: You’re Michael’s girlfriend, cheering him at one of his games.

A/N: It’s so bad I hate it😓

The roar of thunderous cheers flooded the stadium as Michael unleashed another stupefying display of lethal precision and brute physicality that defied mortal comprehension.

You watched with breathless awe seated front row as that signature blue mohawk wove a hypnotic cyclone of calculated ferocity carving apart the helpless defense trailing hopelessly in his wake.

Each savage yet eerily choreographed burst from Michael's heavyweight strides reverberated across the pitch warping the boundaries of space and time itself directly proportional to his gravitational soccer supremacy.

Until the entire cosmos distilled into that infinite singularity split-second with just your striker boyfriend, the ball and the yawning maw of the goal awaiting its inevitable oblation.

You bit down hard stifling the visceral shudder trying to escape as Michael's rocket-powered thunderbolt smashed past the defenseless keeper and ignited the back of the net in a blaze of cosmic glory.

Celebrating with that bone-chilling sovereign roar staking his unchallengeable dominion once more before this mortal realm of sporting conquest still so far beneath his transcendent plane of greatness.

Even after the final whistle sounded you remained spellbound observing Michael bask in those rapturous post-coital moments savoring his ineffable feat.

Utterly transfixed upon the hyper-masculine sculpture of your man still slicked with the spoils of carnal supremacy while casting that chiseled nordic profile against the floodlit heavens he reigned sovereign over.

Until his peripheral laser focus abruptly snapped in your direction lancing directly through your aura with a telepathic tractor beam manifesting into actual physics-warping forces.

Almost like each molecule surrounding Michael compressed and bent inward before being shunted aside clearing his path towards you with terrifying inevitability.

You barely had a chance to brace yourself as the unstoppable tsunami slammed into your front row section without mercy or resistance.

The concussive shockwave blasting through your senses while those titanium bulwarks materialized around you scooping your diminutive frame against Michael's furnace-stoked musculature with crushing intensity.

"My sweet empress…I could only hear your voice back there. It motivated me, thank you.”

His rough-hewn bassline resonated against every nerve ending vibrating at some untapped primordial stratum while you strained to surface through the endless whitenoise overloading your synapses.

Only Michael's low gravitic pulses penetrating the oblivion flooding your faculties from that unholy cosmic union now peeling away every layer keeping you distinct individualities during submersion into this event horizon state of indistinguishable polarities collapsed together.

Until finally resurfacing from that singularity after an eternity compressed into nanoseconds - though still deliriously consumed by the aftershocks rippling across your intertwined vessels smoldering in the embers of rapturous conflagration yet still ravenous for more extreme escalations eternally rebirthing from the expended remains!

Only the roaring crescendos from those frenzied supporters still filling the stadium slowly penetrated the vacuous void reverberating between you both savoring that suspended infinitesimal post-orgasmic bliss together.

You felt Michael's stern facade gradually reassemble while withdrawing from your interiors just fractionally enough to restore individuation-yet sense his alpha dominion expanding throughout your reconstituted synaptic matrices cementing his reign over your fused polarities once more.

Then with a subtle shift his smokey granite stare cleaved directly through the veil drawing your reawakened senses under that spellbinding trance spellbinding instantly.

A hushed imperious rasp now caressing your essence from that primal domain where all worldly laws bent to his sovereign decrees:

"Why don’t I reward you tonight, huh, meine liebe ?”

Just experiencing the infinitesimal microcosm of his supreme essence bleeding into your rematerialized corporeal vessel already whiplashed your senses through multiple clinical deaths and resurrections beyond this plane's dimensional limits.

His seismic vibrational frequencies triggered endorphin avalanches detonating every neurotransmitter into frenzied paroxysms anticipating the ineffable escalations still awaiting together...

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smidgen-of-hotboy · 7 months ago

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Jay's thoughts: Extended Cut

OH FUCK- ya know, this part is not going to help after the way Terrible Waste ended with Juno getting captured and knocked the fuck out.

OWWW- broken ribs are a PAIN holy shit Juno. lady's being put through the wringer <3 love that <3 (I AM AN ANGST WRITER, PUT THEM THROUGH THE HORRORS! MORE HORRORS!!)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- SCREAMING- ZEPH YOU MONSTER<<<<<3333333333 (affectionate) Getting flashbacks to Monster's Reflection part 2 now aguuuuuuuu-

"gap toothed smile" STOP-

STOP STOP STOP STOP- POUNDING THE GROUND, ZEPH- first the jupeter reunion gone bad, now the steel twins jvbbvsfjbfsjgbfrsjb IM EATING GLASS THIS ISNT FAIR- CATAPULTING INTO HIS ARMS?? BRO GTFO IM JGBISGBRJKBGFRSJBN "And gods, if it didn’t make him feel like he could tear down this whole damn town with nothing but his own two hands." GFRSBJKSTRMBGTJIKLDMXVBDNF

Ben and Rita shaking hands meme, chatting away. yapping all day. :")

"Feels like I got hit by an angry toddler with a brick." bgfsijgsb- this is how three foot tall King of Hades, Slip Jackson can still win!!!

“You and I both know Mick could get knocked out from tripping over his own shoelaces. That does not give you bragging rights.” this is mick mercury slander!! how dare!! my boy failure!! (mick is me tho, sprained my ankle 6 times, and the fifth time it happened at work my coworker had his back turned and when he turned back around he went "jay no, no jay- not again" while i sat on the deli back hallway with tears in my eyes smiling and nodding and pitiful. he got my managers wheely computer chair and helped me up to sit down on it tho so all was forgiven ig)

"By the way, what happened to the eye? You lose a bet or something?" wellllll- welllllllllllllllll- tbh i've been wondering the same thing but like, this is fiction. this is fantasy fiction. anything could've happened at this point to make juno lose his eye

"the forgetfulness" ZEPH YOU CANT BE SLY IMMA- JFBSJIGBSJB

"why haven't you fought back yet?" same juno same, thank you for asking. mmm- making think of terrible waste now dammit mmmmm-

VESPA VESPA VESPA VESPA MY WIFE!! when i write her for Out in the Cold Field i am lowkey tempted to write her much much softer than she is here. she's still Vespa alr, still paranoid and has hallucinations and trauma, but ya know that clip of her in WLB "heh- wife." and you know how soft she behaves around buddy in Infernal Grind? that's what i wanna focus on. and this vespa here is the hardened one from death, the one who doesn't know about what Buddy tried to do. the one who has accepted her fate. this is the Vespa that we see in Clean Break when she's trying to pull Steel forward even if she also knows Ransom is there with them. aaaaaaaaaaaagggggg- but also Vespa probably internally going "oh goddess oh no now there's TWO of them??"

"this is the way it is" mmmmmmm-

"If none of you can ever work your way out of here, then what is the point of working at all?" OGOGOGOGOGOOGOGOGOGO- the monkey inside of my raccoon persona is going ape shit. fucking- Juno sees the world the way it could be, Ben sees the world the way it is!!! I seriously had to look up the lyrics again to If It's True and im still going ape shit. my predictions! might have been right!

M'tendere knowing what they died trying to do, knowing for centuries probably what an actual hell Hadestown had become and yet they kept turning a blind eye to it until they couldn't anymore. died trying to make the world a better place, trying to balance out all the hurt they brought about-

"a small group should tell everyone what is true and what is right." YOU SAID IT VESPA!!! IF ITS TRUE-

“Well, then. In that case, M’tendere, would you mind drafting some invitations? And Vespa, would you mind spreading them around? It seems we’ve got a party to plan.” BOUNCING IN PLACE I AM SO EXCITED!!!!! BARK BARK BARK BARK

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 14

yaaaay part 14!!! my favorite number!!!! i love this!!! apologies for the delay, school has been kicking my ass lately lol

okay kids, settle in: it's story time!!! this one is a longer one (around 2,000 words!!) which is part of why it took me a while lol

@smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini @the-private-eye

The first thing he became aware of was the smell. Coal dust and dry wood and faint fire smoke, like some kind of strange cologne. The air was thick and heavy with it and he struggled to breathe in. The second thing was the dull pain traveling through his skull. It pulsed in time with his heartbeat, radiating out from a central point of the back of his skull.

His eye blinked open slowly and painfully to reveal several stacks of wooden crates, a few garbage cans, and the stone walls of some building. He didn’t know where he was.

Juno groaned, and tried to sit up and see more of his surroundings before a wave of dizziness hit him like a sledgehammer, and he fell backwards against the ground. He closed his eye again in the hopes the world might stop spinning long enough for him to be able to get up and escape this place.

Slowly, it all began to come back to him.

Peter’s deal and lack of voice. His insistence to save him. Slip telling him to leave. Juno refusing to go. Slip calling the executives. One of them whacking him on the back of the head. The world going dark.

He wasn’t sure what had happened after that, but he knew his body hurt like hell. After a few minutes, he figured the worst of the damage was probably a cracked rib or two that screamed whenever he tried to breathe normally. Everything else seemed to be a bruise or scrape. They must have beat the hell out of him and then dragged him to this alley.

He lay there for a few more minutes trying to work up the strength to stand, but couldn’t find it in him.

Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching, quiet and even. He couldn’t tell from where.

The workers? The executives? Slip himself?

A shot of adrenaline raced through his veins.

He pushed himself into a corner and grabbed the neck of a shattered bottle in defense. It might not have been his preferred weapon, but it was better than nothing.

The footsteps got closer.

Juno’s breathing was painful and shaky.

Even closer.

A figure rounded the corner. They spotted Juno, and raised their hands in defense.

“Whoaaa!! Hey, buddy, I don’t mean any harm! Man, if I had a nickel for every time I found someone in an alley who started pointing a weapon at me...”

Juno’s eye widened. It couldn’t be.

The figure stepped forward, and a little of the orange glow of the nearby metalworks fell on their face. “Hey, are you hurt? Do you need help at all?” they asked, crouching down to just above Juno’s level.

He knew this man’s face. He would know that voice even at the ends of the earth. Both had haunted his dreams for the last 20 years, and still echoed in his waking.

Benten.

His face floated across from Juno, smiling and slightly sheepish, but just exactly as Juno remembered him. Warm eyes, vaguely mischievous expression, gap-toothed smile, gentle hands, hair in neat braids knotted on top of his head. Juno felt his face going pale and the bottleneck slipping from his grip as this ghost looked at him in increasing concern. And suddenly a strange sort of fear began creeping over him.

“I’m dead, aren’t I? Oh gods, I’m dead. I died.”

The specter of Ben snorted and rolled its eyes. “Yeahhhh, sure, let’s go with that. Pretty much everyone is in Hadestown. Kind of comes with the territory, you know?”

Juno couldn’t say anything in response. His mouth had gone completely dry. He just kept staring, breathing hard and ragged. The bottle clinked to the hard ground and Ben’s brow furrowed in concern.

“Are you sure you don’t need…” Ben’s voice trailed off as he leaned a bit closer to Juno’s face.

His eyes went wider the longer he looked. Ben drew in a sharp breath.

“Oh gods. I don’t……. Juno?” he asked, so quietly Juno barely heard it over the distant clanging of pickaxes and the grinding of factory gears.

“Ben,” Juno choked out.

And then Ben catapulted himself into Juno’s arms, and they were both laughing and crying. Juno didn’t even mind the pain. He hadn’t felt this full of joy in a very long time. His brother was here again, solid and real and warm in his arms. And gods, if it didn’t make him feel like he could tear down this whole damn town with nothing but his own two hands.

“Juno!!! Super Steel!! It’s been so long, did you miss me? How in Hades did you get down here? Did you die? Or did you sneak in? If you did, it’s a little unlike you, because I was always better at getting into trouble and you were better at planning it but not really carrying through. OH, and you’ll never guess who I met! I ran into your HUSBAND. Your HUSBAND, man!! I can’t believe you got married and never told me!” Ben chattered away, eyes glittering with excitement and joy and a few tears he couldn’t stop from rolling down his face.

“Slow down, Ben, give me a second!” Juno hissed through his teeth as a spike of pain lanced his lungs.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“About as good as I can be considering I think I just had the hell beat out of me. Could you help me up? Feels like I got hit by an angry toddler with a brick.”

Ben stood, wrapped his arm around Juno’s shoulders, and pulled him onto his feet before giving him a peculiar look that Juno was in a bit too much pain to decipher.

“What is it, Ben?”

“Nothing, it’s just-” he sighed, “It’s good to see you again. I missed you.”

A smile crept onto Juno’s face. “I missed you too. Loser.”

“Oh come on, I am NOT a loser!”

“Yes, you are. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“If I’m a loser then you’re…. Well, I’m not sure what you are, but at least I’ve never ended up bloody and bruised in a random alley somewhere.”

“You’re acting like you never took a punch when we were kids.”

“The only punches I ever took were from you, and you hit like a feather, Super Steel.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I knocked Mick out once.”

“You and I both know Mick could get knocked out from tripping over his own shoelaces. That does not give you bragging rights.”

Juno stuck out his tongue in response and Ben recoiled, one hand pressed to his chest in mock offense and disdain.

“Really! I thought we were a little more grown up than that! If you keep behaving like that, I won’t be able to take you back to the hideout! You see, we only allow adults in there, and you, Super Steel, are not acting like an adult right now.”

Juno rolled his eye and sighed the deeply exasperated sigh only produced by interacting with one’s sibling. “Okay, fine. I apologize for sticking my tongue out at you.”

Ben raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“Aaaaaand for calling you a loser.”

“That’s more like it! I’ll take you back to see Vespa. She’ll be able to do something about those bruises and scrapes of yours. By the way, what happened to the eye? You lose a bet or something?”

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It was slow going to get back to the hideout. Juno couldn’t walk too fast from a shooting pain in his shin and the probably cracked rib, but Ben was more than happy to spend the time talking and catching up on everything he missed. Juno told him about the bar he worked at, about Buddy and Jet and Rita, about the nasty winter that hadn’t let up for years, about his reason for the journey down here. In return, Ben told him about Hadestown, the work hours, the jobs, the forgetfulness, the cruelty of Slip and the executives.

“Why haven’t you fought back yet?” Juno asked, limping through the door to the hideout before gingerly lowering himself onto a mat on the floor.

Ben shot him a confused look. “What are you talking about, Super Steel?”

“Against the executives. Against Slip. This whole thing is so unfair. Why haven’t you guys tried to fight back yet?”

“Not sure.” A tall person with long white dreads who was seated at the table responded as they entered. “Maybe it’s because they own all of us?”

“Hey, Vespa? You here? We got someone who needs some patching up!” Ben called into the recesses of the house.

A moment or two later, a woman with short, spiky, neon green hair emerged, rubbing her eyes. “This better be good, Steel. I was in the middle of a nap,” she muttered, shooting daggers at Ben.

“It’s my brother. My twin. He’s got some scrapes and a couple nasty bruises you might wanna look at.”

The woman, Vespa, glanced between Ben and Juno before giving Ben a glare that could have singed wood. “You woke me up for some scrapes and bruises?”

Ben went completely silent and stared at the floor. The person opened their mouth to speak, but Juno beat them to it. “Yeah, he did. I think I got a broken rib, too.”

Vespa’s lazer-sharp gaze turned on him the second he began speaking. Juno stared right back. She looked him up and down for a moment before letting out a small huff and turning back down the dark hallway she came from. She returned shortly after, carrying a small bag filled with medical supplies that she threw down next to Juno.

“Is it true?” Juno asked, wincing occasionally as Vespa began to take a small antiseptic wipe to some of the more prominent scrapes.

“Is what true?” Ben countered, leaning against one wall.

“That Nureyev signed the contract. That there’s nothing I can do to save him.”

“Yup,” chirped Vespa. “We’re all fucked down here.”

“Vespa,” the person at the table said, shooting a warning glance in her direction. “Leave him be. He just lost his husband.”

Vespa sighed. “I know, I know, M’tendere, but if he’s going to be down here, he should at least know what he’s up against.”

“It’s just…. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. None of this is fair!”

“We know, Juno,” Ben sighed. “We also don’t think it’s fair that the world is like this, but that’s the way it is.”

There was silence for a minute as Juno chewed on his lip and Vespa finished bandaging one of the more major cuts.

“It shouldn’t be that way,” Juno finally whispered into the silence. “If I can’t save him, then what’s the point of me even being here? If none of you can ever work your way out of here, then what is the point of working at all?”

Ben, Vespa, and M’tendere exchanged a look. Juno continued staring at the floor, biting his tongue. This was just… so unfair. And he was so sick and tired of having to deal with it. He was slowly losing everything he had to Hadestown: his husband, his brother, his health, and now his ability to change anything for the better. It didn’t work on the surface, so why should it work down here?

But slowly, M’tendere began to nod. “He’s right, you know. Why should we even be working if we aren’t getting anything out of it?”

“You said it yourself! Because they own us,” Ben said as he threw his hands up to the ceiling.

“But there’s more of us than there are of them. Strength in numbers and all that. It isn’t right that a small group should tell everyone what is true and what is right. The many should decide that for themselves.” Vespa stood from where she had been crouching next to Juno on the floor.

“You could bring Hadestown to a standstill if you all just stopped working for a few days,” Juno said, easing himself up off the ground to stand next to Vespa. “Coal miners used to do it back on the surface to get better working conditions and pay. It could work here too.”

Ben was quiet for a minute, and Juno noticed that his face had gone suddenly thoughtful. “Huh. They couldn’t stop all of us, could they? If we partied around and had wine and flowers for a few days?”

A slow grin crept over Juno’s face. “No. No, they could only try.”

A matching grin appeared on Ben’s face. “Well, then. In that case, M’tendere, would you mind drafting some invitations? And Vespa, would you mind spreading them around? It seems we’ve got a party to plan.”

#DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING YOUR TIME!!#we go for quality in this household over quantity!! your writing is a gift to give and you can revoke it at any point!!!#BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK #juno and ben's banter is so refreshing #it makes me so happy #LOVE YOU MOST!!! LASER BEAM BLASTING YOU WITH MY LOVE #song for a caged lovebird #talking about their writing #private eye's keys go jingle jangle

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tgirlblogger · 5 months ago

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Thinker names are so fucking dumb. You're name is "Tattletale?" Yeah okay nerd, my name is Super Laser Blast and I can instanlty disentegrate you with a laser beam. Fuck you

#wormblr #worm

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shunsuiken · 7 months ago

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I JUST CAN’T LEAVE YOU ALONE, CAN WE GET EVEN CLOSER?

pairing. kamisato ayato x gn!bodyguard!reader

genre. fluff for the most part + does get suggestive tho 😁

synopsis. the yashiro commissioner resorts to a scandalous method to get your attention.

wc. 1.5k (i know its short but i wanted to get straight to the point LMAO)

an. guys this is so dumb but one thing that popped up in my head while writing this is that tiktok of that girl going i slowly started to be seducted by him like he’s trying to SEDUCE me 😭😭😭 omg that shits so fuckin funny

“you’re too far away, y/n.”

your eye twitches as you stare at the wooden door. he’s teasing you. a filthy load of shamelessness drips in his tone. an arm rises so he can relax his cheek in his palm, eyeing your figure that has been standing in front of the door this whole time.

you realise why he’s decided to open his mouth after five minutes of dead silence.

you’re not looking at him.

“y/n, i said you’re too far away.” his voice is louder this time. it sounds closer to a command.

“i am standing at an appropriate distance from you, my lord.” you’re staring laser beams into the door at this point. “feel free to attend to your bathing requirements independently.”

ayato scoffs. a shiver crawls up your spine.

“it was my understanding that you, my personal bodyguard, were informed about the injuries i sustained during the failed fatui assassination attempt.” drawing circles in the water with the tip of his index finger, he sighs, “sadly, my current physical state renders me incapable of attending to my bathing requirements.”

“so i would be most grateful for your assistance.” you can practically see the grin on his lips, devilish and scheming.

before ayato picks up the bathing cloth, you’ve already given in, practically attaching your eyes to the bathtub as you sit on the stool provided for you. taking the cloth, you dip it in the water to soak it up before gently gliding it across his shoulders with shaky hands.

“ah, there we go. now wasn’t that easy?” ayato turns his face towards you, now showing more of his naked back—wet and glistening in all its glory.

you feel you might faint.

you hum in agreement, holding onto that blasted bathing cloth for dear life. ayato seems to notice and turns his whole body towards you out of curiosity, but your head snaps in the other direction instead!

“y/n, how will you help me bathe if you’re facing that way?” you can hear the water splash around the stone material of the tub. it drips down the side, slowly sliding towards the stone floor.

you’re his bodyguard. you’re his bodyguard. this wasn’t part of the job description—so why are you even here?!

“my lord, i find it difficult to provide assistance if you keep moving,” you respond indifferently, maintaining some level of professionalism despite how this situation has broken all levels of it.

from the corner of your eye, you can vaguely see his hair sticking to his collarbones and shoulders. ayato knows you can see him like this. so there’s simply no point in acting such a way. but he laughs, humoured by your behaviour anyway. “oh please drop the formalities. i am merely an injured man before you.”

a naked, injured man. you correct him silently.

“mm.” you don’t really know what else to say. how were you supposed to explain any of this to anybody if they caught you leaving the bathing hall with him?!

you soak up the wash cloth once more, beginning to clean him up again. avoiding all eye contact and opportunities of skinship turns out to be much more difficult than you thought. however, when it’s time to clean his chest area, you wordlessly pass the cloth back to him.

“hm?” he looks at you. “what about over here?” he asks, pointing at his chest shamelessly.

you gape at him—oh, you’re finally looking at him now. and you wish you didn’t.

ayato is so utterly gorgeous. cheeks dusted in a shade of pink from the steam and his lips, moistened and sanguine. he would have been recognised as a deity were it not for his mortal disposition.

ayato rather takes pleasure in this look on your face. baffled, stunned, dumbfounded—this list could go on! what he finds interesting though, is that your eyes never seem to go past his shoulders. and, ayato, being quite fond of his cute and adorable bodyguard, has to tease you.

“this is as far as i will go,” you inhale, feeling like your mask of indifference will crumble within seconds. “my lord, it would be inappropriate for me to assist you in this area.”

ayato’s brows raise in excitement, revelling in how you try to stay professional. you’re doing a much better job than he would’ve expected—if it were anybody else, they would have been seduced right away.

but it’s you that the lord is playing with. and he intends to play with you until he is satisfied.

“but you’ve already come this far, why not do the rest while you’re at it?” your bottom lip quivers.

ayato figures that he’ll need to try something else to get your attention to where it needs to be.

you gasp when he takes your hand in his, gently pulling you towards him until you’re sitting on the edge of the stone tub. your uniform is dampened as you sit on the edge but you can care less when ayato peers up at you with those lavender eyes.

“m- my lord, what do you intend to do?” you curse yourself silently for stuttering. the vapour from the bath water makes your cheeks hot and sticks your hair to your forehead.

kind of looks like you could use a bath too. ayato makes a brief comment in his mind, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as he ponders on a response.

“get in the bath with me.”

a moment passes by. you swear you have never heard a more ridiculous request than this. for the past few years you’ve dealt with his unique appetite, his clothing requirements and his… special personality but this request is the first one that renders you speechless.

“what?”

“get in the bath with me,” ayato repeats, firmer this time.

you’ve lost feeling in your legs ever since he took your hand, but it’s not long before you’re soaked in bath water—with ayato there to soften the fall as your hands instinctively grab onto his shoulders. you land with an oompf, fingers wiping droplets on your face, unfortunately missing the biggest grin on your boss’ lips.

“there, that was not so difficult, was it?” his voice is much closer by your ear now, sending a wave of chills down your spine.

you hesitantly meet his eyes, behind those pretty lashes and soft sky blue hair that clings to his forehead and cheeks. “wasn’t,” you mutter as your gaze shakes in your stare. you fear that if you tear your eyes away from him again he’ll do something else even more ridiculous.

the water swooshes and you fall onto your butt when ayato finds himself on top of your lap. you can feel his thighs just gently pressing against your own which is making you wonder how you haven’t already lost consciousness.

but it’s also making you think about things you never would’ve thought you would think about.

is ayato, your employer, trying to seduce you?!

you try to think of something to say. anything. doesn’t matter how random it could be. you inhale sharply, “so did you actually have work to do or did you just want me to loiter around you?”

“not to ‘loiter’,” ayato chuckles at your word choice while you think you’ve heard heaven’s gates fly right open. “but to ‘accompany’. i did indeed have work to complete but such a mind-numbing task becomes more bearable with you around.” he traces your cheek with the pad of his thumb, palm just ghosting over your ear. “do you know how adorable you look when you’re sitting by the door with that straight look on your face?”

“that is my job, my lord.” you don’t lean away from his touch. a good sign for him. “i didn’t think i would be such a distraction, if you would like, i could relocate just outsi-”

it’s featherlight. barely even a kiss. just a gentle brush of his lips over yours. but that miniscule feeling is like a fire and it burgeons in your chest, melting away the cold iceberg of your doubts and worries. there is no turning back now. it’s like your hand has grown a mind of its own when it wraps around ayato’s neck, pulling him closer so his lips collide with yours again.

“oh dear,” ayato mutters lowly. his hair tickles your cheek. “are my feelings being reciprocated?”

your lips are like magnets to his. it makes you grin at the revelation of your own emotions. “i fear you’ve successfully seduced me, my lord.” ayato smiles as your gaze flickers between his eyes and lips.

being caged between his arms has to be considered some sort of sport for your heart. the last time it threatened to leap out of your chest like this was during the official selection of ayato’s bodyguards.

“that makes a fine headline for the steambird, don’t you think?” ayato keeps his lips close to yours, doing everything he can in his power to not crash his lips onto yours again. and so pathetically too. “‘bodyguard allegedly seduced by the yashiro commissioner’.”

“indeed. now wouldn’t that shake things up here in inazuma,” you laugh, cupping your hands in the water to pour over what you can onto his shoulders. “well now that you’re all cleaned up, don’t you think you should get ready for bed?”

ayato gives you a pointed look. “will you dress me?”

“i-” you shouldn’t even pretend like you’re surprised by this. nodding your head, you reassure him, “that can be arranged.”

#ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff #ayato x reader fluff #kamisato ayato fluff

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bluegiragi · 1 year ago

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When you said in a previous post that you “hit [soap] with the yaoi beam” all I could think of is that scene in Invincible where omni man gets blasted by that big ass space laser. Like I imagine Soap just chilling then a giant beam hits him, decimating everything in sight, and all that’s left is him standing confused in a pile of ash. The only discernible difference are his waist being suddenly snatched and his clothes five degrees sluttier. This is my artistic rendition.

there's nothing i could say to this that'd be funnier than you giving soap neko stockings im actually losing it

#y'all are the funniest people in the world what the fuck #askbox

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sugarpasteltmnt · 4 months ago

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Youve shown dino Donnie and (sorry I can’t remember the spelling, dyslexia be a bitch) and your new mikey au, now I wanna know what you’ve got for Raph 🤣, but is void Leo going to be in on this new au you’ve got as well? Since he would be the last one right? Unless you make a different Leo, but just having the three you’ve got so far and void being a little bouncy makes me laugh with the imagine in my head.

Really tho, I loved the void and how you ended it, I can’t wait to see more ❤️

nope!!! This is a whole new au i've cooked up. 'TNV Leo' is safe and sound 🩵 (boy already put in his time it's time for some much needed TLC lol)

and i have somethings specific planned for Leo and Raph for this new au.... but it's going to stay a secret for a while ;3

#tbh nothing will happen right away with this au-- i gotta give my brain a little rest 🩵#AND THANK U I'M GLAD U LIKED THE ENDING!!!!!#blasting you with my laser heart beam thank u 🩵🩵🩵#TNV asks #non neon void related #(kinda)#TNV Final Chapters Spoilers #pastel prattling

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sugarpasteltmnt · 9 months ago

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WAHHHHHHH

IT'S MY LITTLE GUY !!!!

aksjdalksdj these are amazing THANK YOU SO MUCH???? 😭😭🩵‼️‼️ HE'S SO CUTE I LOVE HIM!!!!

i've been feeling so shy getting all these fun and cool TMNT AU comp asks-- i'm glad that my attempts to mingle with the cool kids are fun to read 😭

ALSO????

vvvvvv HIM!!!!! vvvvvv

THE SILLY NEON VOID!!

Drew out their reaction to the sticky note and bartender in the TMNT AU Comp because I couldn’t stop thinking about how silly he is

GOOD LUCK!! TNV has my vote when that comes along! @sugarpasteltmnt

#blasting you with my laser heart beam I LOVE HIM #THANK YOU OMG 😭😭😭‼️‼️#askdjhajsdh “Neon Void Sweep” YOU ARE TOO SWEET #also i see what u did there with 'Orange Crush' hehe 🧡#The Neon Void #The Neon Void TMNT #TNV TMNT #The Neon Void fanart #TNV fanart #fanfic fanart #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ROTTMNT

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earthstellar · 9 months ago

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Brave Bang Bravern!: A Review for Transformers Fans

I've seen so much about this on my dash that I had to give it a try, and I gotta say, as someone who hasn't watched any new anime series since around 2008 at the most recent and I also hate the fucking military, this is a pretty good show.

THERE WILL BE SOME MILD SPOILERS. Nothing major. I'm not gonna spoil anything critical or mention characters that are introduced later etc. At of time of writing, only 6 episodes have been released.

Understanding Genre: The Trailer is A Lie

Now, while there is a trailer here, I want you to largely disregard it.

Why is that? Well, we need to talk about the "big two" robot show genres in Japan, which are as follows:

Real Robot -- This refers to a typically military setting or other serious setting, in which robots are handled as realistically as possible in terms of how they work and how they are applied. There tend to be less individual/sentient robots and more "suit" type mechs right along side human-made, more realistic machinery and mech designs, although that isn't entirely unique to this genre. Usually this stuff is labelled as sci-fi/action outside of Japan.

Super Robot (THIS IS THE SHIT TRANSFORMERS FANS GENERALLY WANT) --Essentially borderline seemingly magical robots with their own rules and in universe backstory for how they work, which isn't necessarily tied to realism. Usually this stuff is labelled as sci-fi/fantasy or space fantasy outside of Japan, since a lot of these tend to be space robots. They can be "driven" by pilots or just straight up sentient robots who are vibing with some human companions, although it's not exclusively that. It can be both, it can be neither, but no matter what, Super Robot shows are less about strict realism and more about really cool shit with robots that are basically their own people and exist according to their own rules.

Now, the trailer for BBBB (the acronym for the show is based on the Japanese title, which is Bang Brave Bang Bravern) is a COMPLETE FUCKING LIE.

It wants you to think this is going to be some dumbass GI Joe shit.

While there are elements of dumbass GI Joe shit, this is largely just to set up the premise for why shit is happening in the first place, and to help introduce the main threat (alien space creatures with fucking light beam lasers) as well as bring in our main characters under the premise of everyone having to work together to address this alien threat to Earth.

What we care about here amongst Transformers freaks is gay space robots, and this show delivers.

Getting Into Bravern: First Episode, Mild Plot Spoiler Summary

It wants you to think this is a Real Robot show.

The first episode sets things up as though it will be a Real Robot show.

There is a threat to Earth, a mystery space alien mechanical enemy, and nobody knows what the fuck to do. A military exercise between multiple nations using Titanostriders (which look very much like Shiro Masamune Appleseed-style mechs, human made in nature) to practice battle drills who are now instructed to swap over to real ammunition and go to fucking town.

Nobody knows how to do that.

They're skilled with the Titanostriders, sure, but it turns into a shit show. The alien mechanical enemies are using fucking space laser shit, it's a disaster---

--And then Bravern drops in from the fucking sky and it IMMEDIATELY TURNS INTO A SUPER ROBOT SHOW.

There's a "get in the robot, Shiji" moment where one of the Titanostrider operators, Isami Ao, is encouraged by Bravern to get inside of him.

He does. And immediately has no idea what the fuck is going on, Bravern is largely in control, and starts to blast his own theme song inside his cockpit as diegetic music while Isami is generally losing his shit, as one might do.

Humanity's reaction to Bravern is Real Robot genre type, where it is handled seriously by all the characters and organisations involved in universe, however Bravern is very much a Super Robot genre character who brings more of a Super Robot energy to the show at large.

The serious elements are mostly balanced by how fucking silly Bravern is, and there are some excellent moments in this show (currently only 6 episodes have been released) which make it entirely worth a watch.

Fun Things About Bravern Himself

Braven is very, very, very gay for his pilot.

Chances are, you've seen the screenshots of some of these moments on Tumblr already, but the delivery of these lines is magnificent.

Bravern sings his own theme song. It's the voice actor for Bravern doing the vocals, and the song itself is reminiscent of 1970s orchestrated big band energy mecha themes. For Transformers fans, it has a very Transformers Victory theme kind of vibe to it.

You gotta hear it, it fucking rules. The album cover shows Bravern holding a giant microphone.

Bravern is generally light hearted, doing his best to motivate his pilot while not hesitating to enter the action and try to defend humanity.

Now, why does Bravern care about humans so much? We don't know, but we'll talk about some mysteries in a later section below.

He is surprisingly insightful at times, while also fucking around and enjoying himself. (You may have seen screenshots going around Tumblr of Bravern with a loop of hot dogs strung around one of his chevron points on his forehead. This follows a scene in which he wants his pilot to take a break and associate with his peers for once, as a way to relieve stress. So they go to a bar, it turns out reception is positive and someone even brings weenies out for Bravern since he's too big to fit inside, lol.)

Generally, he's a very interesting mech, because we have so little information about him. He's fun, and clearly vibing, but he's also borderline if not outright obsessed with his pilot and has unknown origins, which has lead to some darker interpretations and audience discussion.

A lot of people have compared Bravern's energy to Rodimus, and generally I would agree with that. He has his high-energy silly moments, and his more serious personal moments (primarily with Isami, but also with Smith), and I think these aspects of his character work well to create a fun mech with the potential to be deep in a believable and effective way, with an equal capacity for being a doofus.

Bravern is obviously the number one reason to watch the show for most people, and I would say that if you're purely here for a giant gay space robot, then this is going to be a decent watch.

The Military Sucks: There Are Militaries Involved Yet Somehow This Is Still Watchable

I hate the fucking military, so at least the military here is depicted in an acceptable way (so far, at least). In episode 2, they waterboard Isami to interrogate him for information he doesn't have regarding Bravern, which is a realistically shitty and awful thing for the military to do-- They don't sugarcoat how fucked up the military is. These people very much have the capacity to harm their own staff, and they will do so if it means they might get an edge over the enemy.

At the same time, the actual characters in the military are depicted as primarily doing this shit out of a genuine personal desire to defeat these horrendously destructive space entities, which have attacked at least some of their home towns and home countries, so it's more personal rather than purely being a military directive that people are being forced to follow.

In this way, it's not really realistic, but everyone is on board for their own largely humanitarian aid type of reasons (there is a mission which is basically just locating survivors of an attack and then getting the fuck out) which makes the military context feel less oppressive and shitty.

Part of why this is more OK than other military depictions is because the military forces involved here are international (collaborating to defeat a global threat rather than kill each other's civilians) and because the military is clearly losing this war.

Because it's an international effort, this brings more diversity to the show-- There's a surprising amount of English interspersed between dialogue in Japanese here and there, and the military board consists of representatives from multiple nations, including some Germans who at first believe Bravern is some kind of secret American operation, lmao.

Bravern calls the military out on its shit, and essentially tells the military board to stop with the suspicious infighting bullshit and drop the internal tension because otherwise they'll all die to this mechanical nightmare creature threat.

They actually listen, which means this is an unrealistic portrayal of the military, lmao. I think they struck a good balance so far between showing that the military sucks and has problems, while also making sure that you're not really cheering for any given military force, but rather, you cheer for individual characters who just happen to be stuck doing this military shit as a premise for anything to be going on in the show at all.

So it's not the worst when it comes to the military shit; At least so far, it's watchable, which as someone who passionately hates the fucking military, is surprising to me.

It's less GI Joe and more "we just needed a reason for these characters to be involved in this situation".

Of course, your mileage may vary, but personally I found it easy to tune out or just skip through any military shit that got grating and I didn't miss anything important by doing so. At the very least, you can skip around and ignore a lot of this stuff and get right to the gay robot if that's all you want to do. It becomes clear pretty quickly what's going on if you skip around a bit, so no worries there.

Fun Speculation: What is Bravern?

Only 6 episodes are out at the moment, so there's tons of shit we don't know yet.

Bravern has a notable resemblance to a type of enemy in the show, called a Death-Drive.

Death-Drives are mecha who are distinct from the "minion" type enemies (which almost resemble flying saucers with laser gun arms and light shields), and have their own unique character designs and names.

Why these things are here, how they are here, why they are interested in Earth, and everything else is currently unknown.

Bravern looks like he could possibly be of the same mechanical species, although we don't know if that's true (yet). He has abilities that the other mecha don't seem to have, but how far this goes and what it might mean is not yet clear.

Bravern also seems to have knowledge of human media (he references The Abyss at one point and he likes 3D printing figures of sentai show characters lmao), and was immediately able to speak to the humans using language they would understand, so it's unclear if Bravern may have been studying Earth for some time before his arrival or why.

He is obsessed with his pilot and cares for him so much that he extends some care towards others purely based on their relation to Isami as co-workers; Why? What makes Isami special?

How does Bravern know seemingly every human language? How does his piloting system work? How similar is he to the Death-Drives-- Are organic beings critical to them in some way? If so, why are the other mechs killing so many of us? (These are big questions especially by the end of episode 6, due to some spoilers and a spoiler character who shows up later.)

We know little to nothing about a lot of the key elements of the show, including any motivations for the Death-Drives or what they are, what's up with the fucking UFO looking laser things, etc.

There's more to speculate on, but that would be getting into deeper spoiler territory so I'm gonna hold back on that for now.

Summary: It's Gay and Cool and Has Interesting Ideas

Bravern's not the sole source of gay vibes in this show, but it's fun that he is also a source of gay vibes in this show.

The designs are great, the Titanostriders remind me of Appleseed style mechanical suit designs which is nice, the Death-Drives are super interesting, Bravern is fucking fabulous but he's not too goofy to take seriously, and the military is unfortunately present but it's clear that they suck and are generally losing (and since the conflict is not between different groups of humans but rather is about human collaboration to defeat a non-human shared threat to our entire planet, this goes a long way to make the military shit tolerable).

It pretends to be a Real Robot show but has so much Super Robot show sprinkled in that you might as well consider it a little bit of both which the show balances pretty well.

I haven't watched an anime since around 2008 at the very latest, so I don't know how this might compare to any other robot animes since then and I am certainly not an anime expert by any means LOL, but this has been a fun show to watch so far.

It does have its problems, of course, but if you can get past the setup for the first episode (when it's still pretending to be a Real Robot show), from the moment Bravern arrives towards the end of that first episode, the show gains momentum and starts to get interesting very quickly.

It has some issues. But we're only 6 episodes in, so at the moment, they have plenty of time to potentially address those issues and we'll see where things go.

I'd recommend it if you want to give it a try!

I think there's enough here to appeal to the usual Transformers crowd and you might end up liking it, or at least having fun while watching it in the background.

If you end up wanting to to tap out then no worries-- I think it's worth giving it a shot and if it's not your thing, no problem.

Each episode is around 25 - 30 minutes, so while the first episode might feel like a slog to get through because fuck the military, once Bravern shows up the show actually gets started and I wouldn't blame anyone for just skipping to that point in the first episode and going from there, because there's nothing in that opening that you won't be reminded of or be able to figure out. It mostly just sets up the intro to the human characters and the collaboration training session, introduces the Titanostriders as a thing, and you can always go back and watch that part later if you want to.

All in all, pretty decent! Obviously we're Transformers people so we're here for the robots, and the robots are interesting and fun, and that's all I need to have a good time.

Hopefully this was a useful summary if you're interested or have seen Bravern stuff on your dash! :)

Thanks for reading!

BONUS: I forgot to mention this somehow, but there's a lot of overlap between Transformers and other Brave shows involving actual Transformers re-used in Japan for these shows; There's a good video about it here on YouTube which explains some of this, but if anyone's wondering, yes Bravern has a grounder alt-mode and it's pretty cool. Will we get a transforming Bravern figure??? We can hope!

There's another video here which mentions some of the Transformers elements in other Brave shows/Yuusha, which might be interesting for those of you who are unaware. :)

#maccadams #maccadam #bravern #bbbb #ba #bang brave bang bravern #long post #bravern review #transformers

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tainted-liquor · 1 year ago

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'High Score!'✰⋆⁺

Earth42!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader TWs: N word usage, making out, cussing, and I think thats it! Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, smiles, and lemon zest! (Fluff + suggestive) W/C: 1.2k A/N: You, Miles, and your friends all decide to play laser tag at the mall! Unfortunately for you, your trigger-happy boyfriend doesn't really care for laser tag.

The loud electro-dance music burst through the surround-sound speakers, the floor vibrating as you bit back hushed giggles. You, Miles, and all of your friends decided to get together a week before to play some laser tag. So here you were now, pressed up against the wall as you guarded your chest in an attempt to conceal your hitbox as you peeked your head around the corner. Your friend Daniella had been giggling and yelling, having been 'shot' by your friend Pierston. One down, and six more to go.

Even though you all agreed that it was all just for fun, everyone had gotten extremely competitive the moment those faux vault doors opened, everyone running in different directions for cover. You knew you had this shit in the bag, but there was just one person you knew for a FACT you didn't wanna get into a showdown with. Your boyfriend, Miles. From the moment everyone was released, he was absolutely nowhere to be found. While everyone was panting, rolling on the floor, dodging and weaving between walls, there was no trace of him anywhere.

You gently shook the lingering anxiety away as you slowly made your way to a different hiding spot after noticing Daniella's wide-eyed stare and the subtle point she gave you as she took her walk of shame back to the waiting room. Snitch. You got down on the ground, shimmying over to a small hedge, and leaned back, slowly extending your head around the corner to see if you had been followed. You covered your mouth as you heard Ganke yell out the highest, shrillest, girly scream you think you've ever heard. As you hear a couple of rogue giggles, you quickly apply more pressure to not give away your location, frantic thumps, and heavy footsteps begin to echo throughout the room, indicating everyone's desperate attempts to conceal themselves from whatever predator was following them.

"BRING THAT ASS HERE, BOUL!" You hear Kalias shout through maniacal laughter.

"NO PLEASE! C'MON MAN, I JUST GOT HERE YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CREASE MY SHOES." Ganke yells as the footsteps get louder before a low buzz and a loud yelp of disappointment was heard from poor Ganke.

The room erupts with laughter as everyone jumps out, the desperation to catch each other finally attaching itself to most of the group. You take a deep breath, preparing to leave your hiding spot and join the adrenaline-fed gunfight, laughing loudly before being sharply cut off by the feeling of a strong hand pulling you backward. You yelp loudly as you look up, seeing Miles point his laser gun directly at your hitbox with an absolutely evil grin.

"What's good, Mami?" he mumbles as he literally presses you with a toy gun, wrapping his free arm around your lower waist. His smug grin turned into a full-fledged beam full of nothing but pure mischief. The small enclosure was loud, filled with upbeat techno, ray-gun pews, hysterical giggles, and the occasional shout or two. He lowered his laser gun, gently tucking it onto the orange and black belt buckle that came with the vest, pressing his finger to his lips as he watches your eyes widen. "Shhh, cuz I'll blast you back to that damn waiting room right now."

You roll your eyes as you smirk, pretending to be annoyed by his actions as he attempts to pull you impossibly closer. "Where have you been this entire time? I haven't seen or heard you even once." You whisper as you turn your head to the side in confusion. He chuckled lowly as he peeked around the corner, watching the chaos unfold as everyone chases each other around the arena. He shrugged before hoisting you up by the back of your thighs, gasping quietly as he supported all of your body weight with both of his hands. He places a series of careful kisses on your face before capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss.

"'m waitin' for these niggas to start fearing for they lives..." He mumbled as he broke the kiss briefly. "Then when they start runnin' like rats, i'ma blast they asses back to the lobby" he pants as he continues to kiss you, slowly turning into a make-out session behind the faux wall. Your brows furrowed as he recited his plan, a playful smirk forming on your lips at the thought of how competitive he was being from afar. You laced both arms around his neck, playing with one of the braids that lay on the back of his head. You took this as an opportunity to link your ankles around his hips for extra support.

Any thought of being tagged by your friends dissipated as you melted into your boyfriend's secure hold. He gave you one final peck on the cheek before gently placing you back on your feet, shooting you a wink before grabbing his ray gun and almost immediately disappearing into the arena.

"OH SHIT RUN IT'S MILES!" you hear Jasmine screech before a string of buzzers rings throughout the arena. You silently admired how he seemingly glided through the room, landing perfect shots on your friends' hitboxes in what felt like 5 minutes. He had unexplainably great agility and near-damn perfect aim. Yeah, he was in basketball for a little bit back at school, but his remarkable reaction time and inhumane ability to dodge remained unaccounted for. Regardless of what you thought, you watched him work his magic, successfully sending our remaining six friends back to the lobby with an absolutely maddened expression.

He stuffed his gun back in his belt buckle before turning in your direction, that same devilish grin formulating itself on his lips as he raises his arms up. "Mami! 1v1 me!" He shouts. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the words, going back to the very first thought you had when the doors first permitted you into the arena. But regardless, you shrugged and walked out with both hands on your heavy metal ray gun, slowly approaching him as you pointed it at his vest. He gave you a nod, keeping his hands up as the final buzzer sounded, LED lights turning red all throughout the arena as he gave you a small smirk.

"Oh no! She got me!" He shouted. You suddenly realized he never intended on actually fighting you, and that he only wanted to rack up a high score and then go home to have something to brag about. All that yelling about a 1v1 and the 'showdown' you two had was just bluff so the rest of the group didn't think you were cheating. You burst out into laughter, pulling him into a tight hug as the vault doors opened up again, allowing a new wave of people to pass through as Miles wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"She won." He shrugged, the ghost of a devilish grin still present on his face as your friends let out noises of shock.

"Ain't no way you lost to your girl, Miles." Daniella laughed as Miles shot her a rather rude glare.

"Girl shut the fuck up, you was the first to leave the premises." He spat.

You all spent the rest of the afternoon at the mall, clowning Miles on how he "lost to his girlfriend." Amidst all the talking and jokes, however, he shot you another wink you would have missed if you blinked.

#across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #prowler miles #miles morales prowler #miles morales fluff

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cheynovak · 4 months ago

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Echoes and Shadows - Part 7

Soldier Boy x F/Reader Y/N

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, family trauma, mentioning of death/ killing, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language

Words: 3550

*Does not follow the boys storyline *

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In the 1950, Soldier Boy had to train a train a young girl supe named Y/N, she had a "nice girl next door" persona. Soldier Boy hated it at first, until they started to work together, he seemed to start to like this kid.

Now years later, after all the tragic events, Y/N has her memory back. She seems to forgiven Ben for holding back the important piece of information on her own health. But how will they deal with their new found family?

In a moment of blind rage, Butcher unleashed a laser blast towards Homelander. The beam struck Homelander, sending him crashing into the wall with a pained grunt. "Butcher!" Y/N screamed, her own rage bubbling up.

She started to walk toward Butcher, her fists clenched, ready to retaliate, feeling her powers burn under her skin.

But Ben quickly grabbed her, pulling her back. "Y/N, don’t!" he urged, Y/N struggled against his hold, her eyes blazing with fury. "He hurt our son, Ben!" Unable to get out of Ben’s arms.

Maeve stepped forward, her expression one of tense determination. "Butcher, this isn’t the time to fight," she said firmly, her gaze shifting between him and the rest of the group. "We can't afford this right now."

Butcher’s face contorted with anger, but he held back, his breathing heavy. "You expect me to stand down? After everything he’s done?" Maeve nodded, her eyes locking onto Butcher’s with a steely resolve.

"Yes. Fighting now isn't a good idea. We counted on Soldier Boy to fight with us. There’s no way we can take on three supes at once." Butcher’s eyes flickered with realization as he looked at Ben, Y/N, and Homelander.

The odds had indeed changed dramatically. Homelander, recovered from the blast, pushed himself up, glaring at Butcher. "This isn't over," he growled, but there was an edge of caution in his voice now.

Y/N looked between the men, her heart pounding. The tension in the room was palpable, a fragile balance that could tip into chaos at any moment. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Later that night, Y/N found herself walking up to Homelander, who was staring out over the city from a rooftop, the lights below twinkling like distant stars. The night air was cool, and the atmosphere between them was thick with unspoken emotions.

Homelander, who now felt a strange mix of vulnerability and awe, glanced at her. "I still can't believe it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I found my parents." Y/N stepped closer, her eyes softening as she looked at him.

"What’s your real name?" she asked gently, wanting to bridge the gap between them. For a moment, he hesitated, then sighed, a slight smile playing on his lips. "It's John. My real name is John."

Y/N nodded, a warm smile spreading across her face. "John," she repeated, savouring the sound. "It's a strong, all-American name. Can I use it?"

He looked at her, a mixture of pride and longing in his eyes. "Y-yes, I never thought I'd hear someone call me that ever again," he admitted. "Not in a way that mattered." Y/N reached out, placing a hand on his arm.

"It matters to me," she said softly. "And to your father, too." John laughed softly “I doubt that.” Ben stood a short distance away, watching the exchange with mixed feelings. Glad Y/N found her purpose, afraid he would hurt her, unsure if this was really what she wanted or just a replacement for the loss and hurt she kept inside.

John turned his gaze back to the city, his mind racing with the enormity of everything he had learned and the uncertain future ahead. "I don’t know how to be a son," he confessed, his voice almost inaudible. Y/N’s grip on his arm tightened reassuringly. "I've never been a mom... We'll figure it out."

John looked at Ben, noticing the apprehension etched into his father's features. Despite the new bond forming between them, old habits and mistrust were hard to shake. He could see the conflict in Ben's eyes, a mixture of pride, regret, and a lingering wariness before he turned away.

In the weeks that followed, the fragile truce between them began to solidify into something stronger.

Though Ben kept his distance, he watched closely as Y/N formed a bond with Homelander and Ryan. The sight of them together, sharing moments of connection and care, stirred feelings in Ben he hadn't allowed himself to experience in decades.

One evening, Ben found himself standing in the doorway of Ryan’s room, watching as Y/N helped Ryan with his homework. The boy’s furrowed brow relaxed as Y/N patiently explained a math problem, her voice gentle and encouraging. Y/N looked up and caught Ben’s eye. She smiled warmly, a look of pride and contentment on her face.

Ben felt a strange tug at his heart, seeing how naturally she embraced the role of a mother. His old dreams of her being a nurturing, loving mother were not far from the reality he now witnessed.

She was amazing with kids, and the warmth she exuded was something he had longed for but never truly believed he could have. Homelander, noticing the exchange between the two when he walked up behind Ben, he smiled slightly.

"She’s good at this," he remarked to Ben, a hint of wonder in his voice. "I wonder how it would have been if I was raised by the two of you." Ben stiffened at the comment, his protective instincts flaring. He turned to Homelander, his expression hardening.

"She is amazing," he said, his tone low and dangerous. "But let me make something very clear. If you ever lay a hand on her, hurt her, of even think about it... you're dead." Homelander's confusion was evident, his brow furrowing as he tried to understand the sudden shift in Ben's demeanor.

He had expected to see the same pride and warmth in Ben’s eyes that Y/N showed, but instead, he found only cold warning. "Why would I hurt her?" He asked, genuinely perplexed yet a hint of annoyance by the threat.

Ben's gaze didn't waver. "Because of who you are, a fucking disappointment, it's only because of Y/N that you're alive right now. No, other, reason." Homelander swallowed hard, the weight of Ben's words sinking in.

He glanced over at Y/N, who was still unaware of the tension between the two men, focused entirely on helping Ryan. The realization of how unwanted he was hit him with full force.

"I understand," he said quietly, his voice subdued. "I don’t want to hurt her. I want to be better. For her, for Ryan... for all of us." Ben nodded slightly, but his expression remained stern.

"See that you do," he replied, his voice still carrying an edge. "For her." Homelander couldn't shake the sting of Ben's threat. The realization that the love he longed for from his parents might never come the way he imagined gnawed at him. The contrast between Y/N's warmth and Ben's cold caution was stark and troubling.

Unable to contain his growing unease, he later that day made his way to Y/N’s room, seeking solace and answers. He knocked gently on her door before stepping inside. Y/N was sitting on a couch by the window, lost in thought.

She looked up and smiled when she saw him, but the concern in his eyes was clear. "John," she greeted softly. "What’s on your mind?" He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice laden with frustration and confusion. "I need to talk to you about Soldier boy.”

Y/N sighed, signing him to sit next to her. "He’s just on edge, John. You have to understand, this is all new for him too." John shook his head "But it’s more than that," he insisted, his eyes pleading.

"All I wanted was a family for Ryan, wanting him to feel loved. Showing him how a family works even though I never had one, and all I get from Soldier boy is... hostility, threats. How am I supposed to show Ryan what is normal.”

Y/N felt the pain in his words, not aware he reflected his own insecurities, using Ryan.

“Do you love me like a son, Y/N? Or am I just another superhero to you?" The vulnerability in his voice broke Y/N’s heart. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Oh, John," she murmured, her voice filled with compassion. "Of course I love you. You are my son, and I will always love you."

John sat still for a moment, his breath hitching as he processed her words. Slowly, he relaxed into the embrace, allowing himself to feel the comfort and acceptance he had been yearning for.

"Ben will come around," Y/N continued, her voice soothing, her finger going through his blond locks. "He just needs time. He’s been through a lot, and this is all new to him too. But we’re a family, and we’ll figure this out together."

John nodded against her shoulder, feeling a mix of relief and lingering uncertainty. Y/N pulled him back and looked into his eyes. “The men in this family are... stubborn, but I'll take to your dad.” she winked at him, which made him smile softly. "Thank you" he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

The next morning, Y/N couldn’t hold back her frustration any longer. She burst into Ben's room, finding him still in bed. His eyes flicked open at the sudden intrusion, his expression quickly shifting from groggy to annoyed as he saw her standing there, visibly upset.

"Ben," she began, her voice trembling with anger. "What were you thinking, upsetting John like that? You made our son feel like he’s not wanted."

"What?" Ben mumbled, Y/N straight her back. "You really threatened John?" Y/N stared at him in disbelief. “I just told him he is alive because of you, and it’s the fucking truth.”

"Are you jealous of our son and grandson?" she asked incredulously. Ben sat up, his face hardening. "No! But you do spend all your time with them, that's for sure." he shot back, his own anger rising. "It's like you’ve forgotten about me."

"I can’t believe this, you are jealous!" Ben scoffed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "We barely know them, Y/N. Homelander has done terrible things.” Y/N widened her arms “So did you!”

“And that kid, Ryan? He’s a wildcard. You’re putting us all at risk." Y/N’s eyes flashed with hurt and frustration. "They’re trying, Ben. John wants to change, to be part of this family. And Ryan is just a child who needs guidance and love. We can’t push them away."

Ben clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his emotions in check. "I’m not saying push them away," he said through gritted teeth. "But you can’t expect me to just accept them without any reservations. "They're dangerous, Y/N. I have to protect you," Ben insisted, his eyes pleading for her to understand his perspective.

"You never protected me from Payback or Vought before," Y/N shot back, her voice filled with a mix of hurt and accusation. Ben's expression tightened. "That’s not the same," he said defensively.

"No," she agreed, her tone icy. "That wasn't family." Ben’s anger flared. "Besides, I knew you wanted to be a mom, but I had no idea you wanted to mother a grown ass man!" Her eyes widened, "Haven't I been doing that since the day they made me your sidekick!"

Ben rolled his eyes, but chose to ignore that comment. "If you want to play family, play mommy and daddy, then why don’t you stay the nights with me," he demanded, his frustration boiling over.

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "As if!" she retorted. "Not with that demeanour." She spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Ben alone with his turmoil.

He stared at the door she had just exited, his fists clenching and unclenching as he grappled with his emotions. Her words echoed in his mind, each one a painful reminder of the complex and fragile situation they found themselves in.

Meanwhile, Y/N made her way down the hallway, trying to calm the storm of emotions within her. She knew Ben was struggling, but his harshness and jealousy were making it difficult to bridge the gap between them.

Y/N took a deep breath realizing she had unintentionally neglected Ben over the past couple of weeks since they moved into the tower, Y/N decided to make amends in the morning.

The next day she approached Ben at breakfast, or should we say lunch since he always skipped the mornings, and gently asked him to join her and Ryan in the park. Ben hesitated for a moment, but seeing the sincerity in Y/N’s eyes, he nodded.

They walked together to the park where Ryan eagerly told all he had learned while walking around finding the right spot to sit.

When Y/N threw a ball at Ben she nodded towards Ryan, "I want to read my book, you boys should practise his aiming." Neither was excited to play ball, but when Y/N insisted the two men agreed to please her.

As they threw the ball around, Y/N sat on a nearby bench, watching them with a soft smile. She discreetly took a picture of Ben and Ryan, capturing a moment of genuine connection.

After a while, Ben seemed to relax and enjoy himself and so did the kid, laughing with Ben as they played, realising Ben was easier in learning new tricks than his dad.

Less pressure, more jokes and most off all, no comments whenever the pass wasn't good enough, that then translated to him 'winning' and he sure loved that.

Ben eventually walked over to Y/N, a small smile playing on his lips. “The kid wants ice cream," he said casually, nodding towards Ryan who was smiling at the two of them.

Y/N chuckled. "Just the kid?" she teased lightly. Ben shrugged, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Okay, me too," he admitted, his voice softening. Y/N stood up, feeling a sense of relief and warmth. "Alright, ice cream it is," she agreed, grateful for this moment of levity and connection.

She placed a hand on Ben’s arm as they walked together towards the ice cream stand. It was the first time in a long time she initiated a touch, which Ben didn't mind, the warmth of her hand felt nice.

As they stood at the ice cream stand, Ben placed a comforting hand on Y/N's lower back as they ordered. Ryan, noticing the gesture, giggled mischievously.

Ben caught his eye and winked, earning another round of giggles from the boy. They enjoyed their ice cream together, the atmosphere lighter and more relaxed.

As they headed back towards the tower, Y/N mentioned that John would likely be home by now. She noticed a subtle shift in Ryan’s demeanour, a slight lack of enthusiasm that didn’t go unnoticed by Ben.

“Ok ok, before we go, I want a picture of my two favourite men.” Y/N said, Ben rolled his eyes but place his arm around Ryan’s shoulder, pulling him in for a pose. Seeing him like this today made her heart fluster.

He glanced down at Ryan and then back at Y/N, his expression troubled. "Maybe... maybe Ryan would like to spend more time outside the tower." Y/N looked at Ben, surprised by his suggestion but also understanding his concern.

She nodded slowly, considering the idea. "That might be good for him," she admitted. "We can explore the city, maybe find some places he’d like to visit." Ryan’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, excitement replacing his earlier reluctance. "Really? Can we, Grandpa?" he asked eagerly, looking up at Ben.

Ben smiled warmly at Ryan, a rare sight that filled Y/N’s heart with hope. "Of course, buddy," he said softly. "If you don't mind calling me Ben... I’m not ready for the grandpa title."

They continued walking towards the tower, the tension of earlier dissipating as they talked about potential outings and places to explore. Y/N felt a sense of optimism growing within her.

Y/N approached Homelander's door, with the intention of offering a comforting goodnight. When he opened the door, she saw his tired and frustrated expression soften briefly upon seeing her.

"Hey, John," she greeted softly, attempting to bring some warmth to the situation. " I want to say goodnight and show you something I think you might like." She showed him the picture of Ben and Ryan at the park, hoping to share a positive moment.

However, instead of appreciating the gesture, Homelander's mood shifted abruptly. His tired eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and disappointment as he looked at the photo. "You took my son out to the park without me? Without even asking me?" he accused, his voice tinged with hurt and indignation.

Y/N was taken aback by his sudden anger. She felt a pang of guilt, realizing she had unintentionally crossed a boundary. "I... I thought it would be good for him, a little fresh air." She tried to explain gently, feeling the weight of his disappointment.

Homelander shook his head, his frustration evident. "It doesn't matter," he muttered tersely, his disappointment palpable. "He's my son. You should have asked me. Do you know all the dangers there are for him?"

Y/N felt a knot form in her stomach. “John, we never left him alone, Ben and I were with him all the time. But you’re right. I’m sorry.” She hadn't meant to upset him, but she also knew that involving Homelander in such activities was delicate given his complicated role in their lives.

She apologized sincerely, her voice wavering slightly. "I didn't mean to overstep." He sighed heavily, his anger softening into resignation. "It's fine," he said curtly, though the tension in his voice lingered. "Just... let me know next time."

She walked away in the hallway unknowingly toward Ben... thinking all she wanted was to help building a bond between Ben and their boys. Y/N stopped outside Ben's room, gathering her thoughts before knocking on the door.

When Ben answered, dressed only in sweatpants, she couldn't help but notice his good physique, like he hadn't aged in 70 years. Her gaze lingered for a moment before she spoke, trying to focus on the reason for her visit.

"I'm glad you spend the day with Ryan today," she began, her voice sincere as she met Ben's eyes. "You both did great. I'm proud of you." Ben smiled mischievously at her words. "Thanks," he replied, his tone lightening.

"You want to come in?" Y/N hesitated, feeling a rush of warmth and uncertainty. "Um," she started, trying to keep her composure. "I... maybe I should...” Ben opened the door a little further. “Just for a moment." He asked.

Y/N walked insider, feeling the awkward tension between them as she looked around, softly hearing a familiar old song playing in the background, The Ames Brothers You you you.

"So," she began, trying to break the silence. "How are you feeling after today?"Ben shrugged nonchalantly, but she could see a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "Alright, I guess," he replied casually. Y/N nodded again, her curiosity piqued as she spotted a framed photo on Ben's dresser.

It was an old picture of her and Ben, taken back when they were much younger, she wasn’t even twenty. Probably one of the first promo pictures of them ever made. She couldn't believe Ben had kept it all these years, especially since he had always seemed so guarded about their past.

"Ben, I didn't realize you kept pictures," Y/N remarked, her voice tinged with surprise as she turned to face him. Ben looked up from where he had been standing, a faint smile on his lips. "I don't," he replied quietly, his eyes flickering towards the photo.

"Ryan gave it to me just now." Y/N furrowed her brow, puzzled by his response. "Ryan gave it to you?" she repeated, seeking clarification. Ben nodded, stepping closer to her until she could feel his presence behind her.

"Yeah," he explained, his voice low and intimate. "He wanted to thank me for taking him outside. And had questions about us back then and now..." Y/N turned back to the photo, studying it with a mixture of nostalgia and wonder.

"What did he want to know?" She asked so quiet it looked like she asked herself. "He was wondering if we where actually still together." Y/N didn't answer him lost in her own mind.

In the picture, She looked carefree, proud and happy, a stark contrast to the complexities of their current situation. She remembered those early days, filled with dreams and aspirations, before everything had become so complicated.

"We were quite the couple, weren't we?" Ben remarked softly, his breath warm against her neck. Y/N couldn't help but smirk at his comment. "You hated me back then, I was just your annoying sidekick." she replied playfully, recalling their initial clashes and Ben's asshole behaviour.

Ben's response was immediate, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered, "I never hated you, on the contrary some nights I wanted you so much it was hard not to break down your door."

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, a rush of emotions flooding through her. "But I know that good catholic school girl in you wasn't ready for me yet."

Despite everything they had been through, Ben's admission stirred something deep within her, reminding her of the bond they had always shared, even after everything that happened, he was still her weakness.

Y/N swallowed and turned around to face Ben, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. Ben stood there, unmoving, as she placed a gentle hand on his chest trying to gain space but he didn’t move.

"Ben, don't," she pleaded softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "How long are you going to keep pushing me away?" he asked. “This, us, it's too complicated," she said softly, her hand still resting on his chest. Ben looked into Y/N's eyes, his own filled with a mix of hope and vulnerability.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered softly, his voice tinged with earnestness. Y/N met his gaze steadily, her heart skipping a beat as she replied, "Always." A small, relieved smile tugged at Ben's lips as he closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a tender kiss.

When he pulled back Y/N let go of a shallow breath she didn’t know she held. Looking up in his green eyes, which shined even a darker colour in the yellow lighting in the room. Or was it something else that had darken them?

His perfect lips closed in once more, but before he kissed her, he said.

“Stay tonight.”

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