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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 1 year ago

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May I request Great Seven Yuu with no filter? Maybe the other students are just TESTING THEM that day and with a little prodding from their darling parents, they just say what’s on their mind for the day

Yuu + The Great Seven

Note: This is different from my other great 7 fics as I don't focus on what the 7 say as much here, this also aint the canon unit yuu for this. Anyways enjoy

Cws: Gn!Yuu, Rook is clowned on cause he's French, implications of Crewel/Crowley but in a divorcee way, some cringe ig, minor changes to canon, first years are ur homies, sebek has moments where he yells in all caps cause he's cringe, Lilia knows Maleficent, Trey isn't slandered as much as he should be, Starts off Crack, turns to angst, then fluff. 6k Words

****

Since arriving at NRC, you have been playing your role well, excellent even. You played the role of a magicless, weak, and gullible prefect that knew nothing of the world you were in. The mirror said that you “had too many souls to judge” and that you had no magic, which was technically true as the magic you had was borrowed from the seven sealed within you.

It was going to be perfect. You can finally lay low and research this world to give your dear seven parents and their familiars bodies again, then make your place in this new world… or so you thought.

Right after the disaster that was the entrance ceremony, you ended up being roommates with the cat and crashed it. Fine, you could work with this. Then the very next day, the cat got into a fight with a pathetic bully which caused a statue to get burned, which then caused another person to get involved, which then caused a chandelier to break, and then you had to go off into a hidden mine to fight a monster late into the night, and you get the story.

It has been consistently difficult to pretend you had no magic, or to make the excuse that “someone else must have casted that spell”. When you eventually had to explain that you were a magician, there went the first half of your plan. Now Crowley and everyone seems to expect more from you, at least you were able to pretend it was weak, you guess. And as if it could get any worse, the seven seem to be encouraged to give these brats a taste of their own medicine and stop holding back. Oh how you would love to but putting up with everyone after, especially the number one pain in your ass, Ace, would be so fucking annoying.

The aforementioned pain in your ass poked you, interrupting the mental conversation you were having with the ensemble in your head, and you had to hold back the urge to use Hades’ flames to set him ablaze. You shut your eyes tightly and tense up before slowly turning to him. “What?” Your eyes narrow as Ace looks over at you with the most infuriating neutral expression that turns to a pout.

“Were you even listening to me?” “Look, it’s nothing personal, it’s just how I am.” Ace’s lips pursed as he raised a brow. “Really?” Deuce nudged Ace. “Hey, be nice, you know they don't mean to space off like that, it's their condition.” Deuce was truly a blessing. “Seems to me like Yuu is just a space case,” Grim snickered and Sebek nodded his head. “I completely agree with Grim! Honestly, how could you and Silver be so complacent? Do you lack discipline?”

You mentally groaned with the seven at Sebeks scolding. “They don’t lack discipline,” Jack interrupted, “Yuu says they have a condition that delays their thoughts, they need extra time to process what you said.” “Thank you, Jack.” You smile, and feel Ortho glide right next to you and look up at you. “Having a condition like that must be hard… I can't imagine my processor lagging…” Ortho trails off and frowns, “Oh but I’ll try my best to look for a fix for you!” The child beams. Epel looks over at you.

“That is one hell of an issue huh? Some days you're just as quick as anyone else but then sometimes you take forever, it's a fickle thing.” Epel hums and Ace rolls his eyes at everyone defending you. “Tch, yeah what's that about? Sometimes I even hear you talking to yourself, weirdo.” Ace playfully nudges you and you narrow your eyes at him.

Something within you snaps. Maybe it’s because of all the stress of hiding it. Maybe it's because you have to interact and pretend everything is fine to the students who have bullied, harassed, and tried to kill you resulting in god awful PTSD finally making you snap. Or maybe it's just because you want this damned asshole that has wormed his way into your heart to shut up.

“Because ‘thought processing disorder’ isn’t the best way to actually describe my condition, Ace, but it's sure as hell easier to explain than ‘I have several voices in my head judging me and telling me what to do all the time and no medication cannot stop it no matter what I do and all of your stupid comments and questions makes them erupt in a 10 minute yelling match making it impossible to hear my own thoughts!”

You sneer at them all as they look over with a mix of surprise and pity, Ortho looks like a kicked puppy. You sigh, “I’m sorry, I just…” “Nah that's nothing to apologize for…” Ace sighs, and you know he wants to apologize but pride won't allow him. “Y’know what if you just say what the voices want to say?” Deuce suddenly asks out of the blue.

“O-of course, I don't know what they say so maybe it's not a good idea but…” “Actually, it may give Ace some patience for once.” Jack gives a small smirk. “We all know he needs to learn to think before he speaks.” “Hey!” Ace huffs. “Fine then, bring it! I can take whatever you throw at me.” And the ginger smirks as if he didn't just say some famous last words.

“You're serious?” You blink. “Do you even think you could handle it?” Sebek scoffs, “I can take anything a measly human dishes out, it is nothing compared to fae!” Epel shuts his eyes in annoyance. “Oh you three don’t even know what you’re getting into, yet you’re already signing up for trouble.” Ortho beams. “Actually, this might help me collect some data to help you, Yuu!” “You four don’t even know what you're getting yourselves into…” Epel corrects himself.

“Okay okay.” You sigh. “Tomorrow, I will allow whatever they say, happen… to an extent at least…” You mutter, making Hades and the Queen of Hearts in your head boo you. Last thing you need is an Arson charge….

****

You laid down on your bed later that day as the sun began to set. “Okay guys… there are only a few ground rules. No murder, and no major property damage, small fires are okay, okay?” Before any of the seven and their familiars could respond or complain, you heard Grim.

“Who’re you talking to? Oh wait, you speaking to the guys in your head?” Grim asked, jumping on the bed and cuddling up to you. “First the mouse in the mirror and now you have some voices in your head, what other secrets are you keeping from me, hmm?” 'A lot actually', you think as you stroke Grim’s fluffy head. “You’ll see tomorrow.” You smile and your excitement made it difficult to sleep that night.

****

You got up, did your daily routine that Mama Grimhilde has laid out for you, before exiting the house with Grim in your arms for breakfast. Of course you haven’t forgotten the deal you made today at all. ‘Pssst, hey small sib~’ Flotsam chuckles darkly in your head, ‘Can I bite someone today?’ You chuckle, “Only if they deserve it.” Grim peeked up at you. “Oh yeah, you’re talking out loud today.” Grim smirks, “I wonder how Explodey-Head’s gonna react to that!”

Slinking into the cafeteria, you get into line per usual, getting a tray of whatever was free that you liked, you had to pinch your pennies this week. Sitting down, you notice that your usual squad was there, including Ace and Deuce, who usually took their time to arrive, and Ortho who usually had to deal with his brother. “Good morning.” You say settling down. “Morning, Yuu!” Ortho beams, “I got here early so I can start the data collection! I'll try to record as much as possible!”

‘Oh how precious.’ Ursula purrs in your head, and the seven’s consensus on Ortho, even if they didn’t appreciate anklebiters, is that he wasn’t half bad. “So, today you're going to embrace your issues, I SAY BRING IT ON!” Sebek yells, making everyone wince, and Epel shoots a tired glare. ‘Tell that boy to silence! I am trying to nap!’ Scar huffs.

You nervously sigh, “Well first off all, they said to shut up please, it's not even 7 in the morning.” Sebek looks offended for a moment, but a very familiar voice interrupts, sending shivers down your spine. “Oh Koebi-Chan~” A wry voice purrs, making Grim hop off of you to hide. Everyone in your head went ‘oh no this guy again.’

You honestly didn’t mind Floyd, hell, you dare to consider him a friend, but you really were not in the mood for his antics today. “Hey Floyd,” You sigh, “look dude, I’m not in the mood today, can you please leave me alone?” You ask, and your words just make Floyd beam. The seven seem annoyed, but then you feel their excitement; your first victim. 'Humiliate the boy…' Jafar whispers to you.

Floyd drapes himself over you as you eat, occasionally leaning over to try and steal a bite from whatever was on your fork. “Ehh? Little shrimpy’s feeling bold today!~ How fun! Whatcha gonna do about me?~” His arms wrap around you to squeeze around your rib cage, “Especially when I squeeze…”

“Dude, leave them alone.” Deuce says before freezing at the glare he was shot. "…Please?” He adds. “Look Floyd,” Jack sighs, “we’re trying to get Yuu some help today with an illness, Ortho is trying to get data on them, you aren’t helping.” Jack interrupts, trying to keep your condition vague for your privacy. Seems like Jack forgot that Floyd ignores reason when he finds it funny.

“Ooo~, is the little shrimpy sick?” Floyd says backing off of you slightly and poking you in the ribs. “You know Azul may have a remedy for it, you should come on down.~�� “He does not, and for the final time there is nothing he can offer me that would make me want to make a deal with him. Please go away.” You warn one last time and Floyd leans in, pushing his luck in hopes to see you squirm. Ortho glares and prepares to get up and send him away but you hold out your hand to tell him to stop.

“Whatcha gonna do lil shrimpy?~” Floyd smirks. ‘Is it time?’ Hades asks, ‘Please tell me its time.’ You smile and mentally reply, ‘it’s time.’ You keep your calm smile as you look at Floyd. “Probably something my father taught me.” “And what's that?” Floyd says, grabbing the back of your neck.

“This.” Suddenly you erupted in the brightest blue flames the world has ever seen making half of the cafeteria turn to stare. Your friends at the table all jump back and Ortho flashes red as he scans you. As quickly as the flames came to be, they disappeared. Floyd pulled his hands away, waving it off to cool it down. He wasn’t burned, at least nothing major, but the sleeve of his uniform was singed and he stared at it in rapt fascination.

You expected him to get annoyed, or to maybe start a fight, or something, but Floyd was in a good mood, and he laughed. “I didn’t know little shrimpy could do that! I thought you could only summon an ember, eheheh!~ Seems little shrimpy has more secrets than we thoooought~” Floyd muses, and suddenly another familiar face comes in, one that looks exactly like Floyd.

“Floyd, I believe the prefect doesn’t want to play anymore. Come on now, we should go.” “Aww but I wanna keep playing!” “I know brother dearest, but it seems that the cruel and unwavering Prefect doesn't want to,” Jade faked a frown and sighed, “How awful, if only they could have an ounce of compassion for my poor, poor brother… However, ” Jade opened his eyes back up and smirked, staring directly at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I think it’s best to leave them alone for today, especially since whatever ailment they have seems to make them erupt in flames at any given moment…”

The eel’s voice drips with faux concern and Floyd snickers, Azul is gonna have some wonderful intel to ponder over later. You decide to say exactly what all of your fathers thinking. “Go eat shit and die for all I care.” And Jade’s eyes widen ever so slightly before the gleam with amusement, having never seen this side of you. “Of course prefect! If this ah… ailment continues to cause you trouble, please do let us know. We at Octavinelle love to help the poor and unfortunate.”

You watched the two slink off before turning back to your meal as all of your first year friends gawked at you. “What the hell was that! You never said you could do that!” Ace sputtered. “Yeah! You nearly cooked me!” Grim whines, making the audience in your head relish in their surprise. Ursula and The Queen of Hearts seem particularly amused.

“Magic like that requires a lot of skill.” Sebek ponders, “To cast a flame cloak and not burn yourself requires a lot of concentration, furthermore it requires a high amount of magic potential on par with fae. Didn’t you say you have none, Yuu? HAVE YOU BEEN LYING ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE? OR PERHAPS YOU WANTED TO HIDE IT TO SKIRT OUT ON EXAMS!” “Volume!” Deuce whines, and Grimhilde mentally thanks him.

“Oh… whoops…” “WHOOPS??” A few of the first years yell and Epel shoots you an ugly-baffled expression. “Whoops?? Whoops?? Is that all you have to say about that? You performed some of the most advanced defensive magic without a second thought and you just say whoops??” Epel’s accent threatens to slip out.

“Hey, Ortho, what's their magic reading, you look concerned.” Deuce asks as Ortho looks at the screens he’s projecting with a calculating expression. “I think there is an error in my system, I have scanned them 5 times and it says they have no traces of magic at all, but there is also no trace of any dampening magic used to hide or change that reading. Furthermore, the technique they used is no longer in use, records show it dates back more than the era of gods! That version of the spell they casted cannot be duplicated at all!” Ortho says in amazement before turning to you.

“Just… what are you?”

You blink as they all stare at you expectedly. “I'm a human.”

****

It was time for class, you said that you were gonna use the bathroom first, so the others should go without you for now, you’ll see them with Crewel. You didn’t think that anything eventful would come from it. You were wrong. This is NRC.

Coming out of the bathroom, a few Savanahclaw chuds cornered you. “Can I help you?” You asked exasperatedly to the NRC equivalents of Beavis and Butthead. “Tch, you know why we're here!” “…No, I don't.” You blink rubbing your eye, which just pissed off the duo even more.

“You made a fool out of our dorm during the spell drive competition!” “Oh god, is that what this about, dude that was nearly a year ago.” “Yeah and we came back to settle the score.” You just raised a brow and a small smile crept to your face.

‘Oh! Oh! Can I bite now? Please please please can I bite now! Come onnnn I’ve been such a good eel!’ Flotsam pleads and you hear the familiars speak. ‘Me want bite!!’ Ed whines. Raven caws, ‘Yeah me too!’ Iago agrees. ‘We wanna join too!’ The imps laugh. ‘I will… stay here…’ Diaval sighs.

You blink. “Sick em.” You say, making the two idiots make a face at you. Flotsam immediately lunges for the ass. “AIIIIEEE!” One yells and you hold back a snort as the others join, Iago and Raven both grabbing onto the members hair and pecking at them. Jetsam basically lassos around one, making him trip so the hyena trio can rough him up. The imps both transform into a blue and red cat respectively and continue to add to the looney tunes violence of it all.

The two run off and the familiars return to you, except for the eels that slither miserably in place on the smooth, frictionless floor. “Help us up.” Jetsam scoffs. “No I think I’ll stay like this a bit longer.” 'Angelfish…' Ursula warns. "... yes mom…"

…

On your way to class you run into Crowley who attempts to stop you and unload another issue for you to deal with. Instead you say what your familiars wanted to say. “You are gay.” You say, making the man just stare at you as you walk off. “And Crewel also has weirdly complicated feelings for you.”

“FEELINGS YOU SAY?? WHICH ONES?? WHICH SORT OF FEELINGS YUU?? YUU!!!” You speed walk off regretting that decision, but you admit it will be funny to see those two get divorced. Crewel deserves better.

****

Animal Linguistics was always a bit of an annoying class, and this time, Trein has invited a few of the more advanced students to the class to help you freshmen. Ace let out a deep sigh when he saw Ruggie, knowing this guy will only do the bare minimum for his grade and charge any lesson extra.

“So when the cat goes ‘mrrrp?’ You're good, usually you should try to respond with a ‘mah Ah’” Ruggie explains to your group. “Do we always have to talk to cats and mice? I feel like we should also practice some other creatures too…” You sigh.

Trein overhears you and responds. “Your birds don’t count, Yuu. They are able to speak.” You sigh. “Okay…” You sigh and Ruggie gives you that stupid shit-eating grin. “Aw, you not satisfied with my lesson?” “No.” You glare, which surprises Ruggie, unused to your assertiveness. “I can speak to animals already and I’ve been teaching these boneheads, we're fine here.”

“Yeah but you say things that don't make sense…” Grim complains. “It doesn’t make sense because you guys are not used to the accents animals have. You know what, hold on, I‘ll get some real good ones to practice on.” “Huh what are you—?” Ruggie gawks when he sees three whole hyenas appear out of nowhere along with two eels around your waist.

“They are not allowed to speak in their human voices. Knock 'em out, guys.” “Yuu! Where did you even…” Trein sighs. “Fine, fine, they can stay as long as they are well behaved…” The hyenas cackle and the eels snicker. Deuce nervously looks into the crossed eyes of Ed who winks in response.

Ace seals his lips to hold back a laugh until Banzai leans where he stares nervously. “Seduce me bro.” “AYO???”

****

Soon history class came, and once again a special guest was brought in, Lilia. The lesson went fine. Your sass wasn't needed. You kept quiet as you took a few notes here and there, and the end bell soon rang out. You stared at a particular note you took.

‘The Thorn Fairy’s wings were leathery and bat-like, much like a dragon.’

You looked down at the note, and Maleficent herself seems to hum. ‘Seems like he is still following orders years later.’ She says and doesn’t elaborate. As students begin to pack up and leave, you wave down Lilia, who puts a hand on his hip and waits for you.

“Oho? What is it, prefect?” Lilia beams as you look at the note you took in your open notebook. “I have a question about what you said about the Thorn Fairy.” Lilia nods, “Well yes, what is it? It always warms my heart to see youngsters value history.”

You look at the note again. “You said that her wings were leathery and bat-like.” Lilia nods his head. “But aren't they feathered?” Lilia’s smile drops. “In fact she lost her wings too but got them back at some point, right? Did they become leathery during those years they were gone? Is that what you mean?”

Lilia looks at you, a bit of shock in his eyes, before he quietly speaks to you. “How do you know that?” “Know what?” “The Thorn Fairy only disclosed that information to two people, her raven, Diaval, and me…” You freeze for a moment and then Diaval appears on your shoulder to caw at him.

Lilia stares at you, then at the raven, then back to you. “Diaval, is that you…? Why are you with… wait does that mean—" Lilia was cut off. “Yo, Yuu!” Deuce calls out from the doorway. “You coming?” You clear your throat and nod. “Yeah, I’m coming!” You look over at Lilia, “Thank you for your time.” He could only stare as you walked off and Diaval cawed an apology

***

Towards the end of the day, you and your first year friends were all going to hang out at Heartslabyul to study together, which you know was code for ‘get distracted halfway and hang out’. You walked down the main path to the mirror chamber when you felt a familiar presence nearby. You were being watched.

“Come out Rook, I know you're there.” You look over at one of the apple trees, and narrow your eyes when you see Rook pop out from behind it all theatric. “Très bien, Trickster! You found me, that is a feat not many can achieve!” The weirdo beams. You nodded. “Yeah, you don't need to stalk me by the way. I am happy to get to know you through talking…”

“Non non, Trickster, you say that however I believe you don’t truly speak your mind!” The French man smiles. “I notice that you are not true to yourself! Always holding back your strength and what you mean to say, when I caught wind you were going to be yourself for a day, I could not help but try to study you!” Okay wow, he has you read.

“You can learn so much more about a person through their actions, but alas, you are so good at concealing those too, mon dieu, you are quite the mystery that I hope to uncover, and the most challenging one to date!” Rook says in awe. “I enjoy a good hunt, and this one has been most enthralling!” “I’ve always been able to sense when you're there, its why I tend to slink off not long after.”

“Merde! Is that so?” Rook smirks, and you sweat, you fucked up. “Aha, I knew you knew of me! Oh how fun! I have never had such good prey before!” You narrow your eyes slightly as he continues. “Would you dare to tell me how you are able to detect me so easily? Ah– but of course, if you don't that makes things much more magnifique!”

“Um… I honestly actually don't know how I do, I just do?” Rook seems pleased, “How effortless! Tres bien! Beauté! I must hone my skills as a hunter more! Until next time, Yuu!” Rook begins to walk off before pausing and his smile drops for a moment.

“And even if it is not me, I do hope you can truly open up to somebody someday. Anyone would be lucky to have that level of trust with a Trickster such as yourself! Holding everything in does you no good! Au revior, little trickster, or perhaps I should call you le Chevalier Mystère?” Rook has that small sparkle in his eye.

“Switch it up now and then, keep it interesting.” You nod at Rook “À bientôt!” He says, and he seems to be muttering some weird French poem about strangers and beauty as you leave.

****

You were stopped yet again on your way to Heartslabyul as you passed the mystery shop. The door was open and you see Trey ponder how he’s going to carry the groceries he brought back to the dorm. “Hey Trey,” you walks in and wave, “you look conflicted, something up?”

“Ah prefect, I am actually,” Trey wears that smiley-wincing expression that Trey has when he’s in deep shit. “I'm sorry to bother you, but could you help me carry some of these bags back to my dorm? It may take a few trips but I promise a treat in return.” “You don’t need to Trey, I’ll help you even without one, you’ve been kind to me.”

Trey’s brows raise slightly and he adjusts his glasses, looking away awkwardly. “Ah, well, thank you, Prefect.” Trey rolls up his sleeves, revealing his forearms as he prepares to grab a bag. "Those bags of flour and sugar are quite heavy, so be careful— wuh?” Trey stared dumbstruck as you lifted 500 pounds worth of dry ingredient bags in one arm. “I- how are you— Is that not heavy?”

“It is, but I’m used to it.” “At least let me help—“ “No, no fine, lets go.” “O… kay…” Trey adjusts his glasses and you both walk off to Heartslabyul, making a lot of people turn their heads as you pass by.

Entering the dorm, you notice Deuce and Grim gawk at you. “Give me a minute, I’m helping Trey!” You shout as you walk everything to the kitchen and set it down on the counter. “There.” Trey stares at the pile you put down, mentally going through all the times before you acted so weak. “Ahem, thank you prefect, Ace told me you would be over in the rose garden to ‘study’ right?” “They never study.” Trey gives that 'Trey sad smile' from earlier. “You got that right.”

****

Exiting the kitchen, you look into one of the mirrors hanging on the walls of the dorm, adjusting your appearance when yet another annoying voice interrupts you. “O-M-G! It's Yuu-Chan!” Cater shouts with his typical manufactured smile. “Heyyyy!” He waves and you feel your brain melting in your skull. “Hey Cater, what's up?”

“I have a questionnn!~” He smiles, pulling up something on his phone. “Are these you?” You sweat and look over to the images he pulled up. There was one of you in flames in the cafeteria, and another of you in the hallway wheezing at the pack of familiars all jumping the two chuds. “Yeah… yeah you caught me…”

“They’re trending locally right now and you know I just have to get in on that! Mind if we take a pic?” “Go ahead.” You sigh and Cater immediately snaps a selfie of him and your exhausted self. “Me and the bestie! #NRCProblemChild #NRCConspiracy #IsekaiProtag #ExtraTerrestrialPrefectConspiracy! Aaannnd post! Thank you, Yuu-Chan, I’m curious though what was that about?”

“Those two assholes were trying to beat me up and don’t worry about the other one.” “Don't worry?” Cater scoffs as you adjust yourself in the mirror again. “Helllooo the magicless prefect, turned slightly magical, turned to god-like mage suddenly does that within a year! That's gotta be something!” Cater beams and then looks over at you and sweats.

You were glaring at him, but the mirror in front of you had several eyes also glaring at him. “… Who’s that?” “Who’s what?” “That!” Cater points to the mirror and when you turn to look it disappears. “That's me, Cater, I know I look a bit different since first arriving, but I don't think I look half bad.” You gave an insincere smile.

“My friends are waiting for me Cate, seeya..."

****

You left the hangout early, not liking all the questions probing into your mind or your past at all, in fact you left pretty upset with some insinuations and accusations of your insincerity. “Are we even friends, Yuu?” Deuce frowned. “Have you been lying to us?” Jack glares. You sigh, and walk randomly, no destination in mind.

“Why aren't you opening up to us?” Ace huffs. “I mean you trust us right?” Ace’s frown turned to offense when he saw you look away. “Dude come on! When have we given you a reason to not trust us?” You snap at him. “Our very first meeting was you insulting me and since then you have been roping me into trouble!”

Ace looked guilty there. “Yuu…” Epel frowned and Ortho shot a glare at Ace. “Human, Ace may have had a rough meeting but what about us?” “What about you? What about you?” You dragged your hands across your face.

“There's a lot about you guys actually! From Mr. Don’t-Be-Friendly-Cause-We’ll-Never-be-Friends over here to Mr.Internalized-Racism-Against-My-Kind here! And let’s not forget I-Cause-Half-Of-Your-Problems-And-Sometimes-Leave-You-WIthout-Food-For-A-Few-Days Grim! Yeah I have no clue! It's almost like I tried opening up to you all before but I was brushed off. It's almost like I have been telling you that I have been having these prophetic dreams since arriving and have been telling you about a man living in my mirror and calling out to me constantly! And everytime— every fucking time its nothing or no big deal!”

You wipe away tears. “I have been trying to talk, but nobody's listening. It’s like I’m made to understand and not be understood! I have been having to put everyone else before myself and solve everyone’s else’s problems without a thank you or someone to lean on since day one! I mean, all these blots have given me fucking scars. Physical fucking scars! All while I was being berated for being a weak little human too! And what? I still am expected to bend over backwards for the people that tried to kill me? Everything’s swept under the rug for everyone else but me, huh? No one ever checks on me, hell, I am not even acknowledged half the time when I’m in the same room as someone, so yeah I also wonder why I don't talk.”

You push yourself up and grab your things. “Wait!” “No, no! Leave me alone, for once will you leave me alone willingly!” “Yuu come on! We’ll listen.” You pause. “Yuu isn’t even my name.” You glare. “It isn't…?” Grim asks. “I have been called ‘You’ this entire time here because no one bothered asking my name and everyone assumed it was ‘Yuu’. I don't even get to introduce myself anyways when I do get asked. I am not my own person, and you never made me feel like my own person.”

You walked off. Looking back now you regret it. You’re embarrassed, you sounded so stupid. You wipe away a few tears and feel a presence appear, Cerberus. The three heads nudge and cuddle you as you sob and you can feel the sevens hands all trying to soothe you. ‘There, there’ one says. Let it out.’ Another responds. ‘Poor thing.’

“Come on, boy, it's been a while since you’ve been on a walk…” You mutter, and think back to what Rook said to you earlier. Opening up to someone was a Herculean task on its own, but someone understanding you was impossible. Even telling people the truth can get you or them in trouble…

You lead the way down to the Ignihyde dorm. No one in that dorm leaves their room anyways, it's safe for your good boy to walk around there.

***

There was in fact a certain dorm leader there, who was just as shocked to see you and a giant dog. Idia punched in the number to a snack at the vending machine, turned around and gawked at the giant dog behind him. He then looked over at you.

“Yuu? Is that-? I mean is he—? Ortho said you—… Is that the real…?” Idia sputtered, not sure what to ask first. “Shut it weeb, no ones gonna believe you.” Idia gawked even more. Since when were you so sassy? No seriously, you were also so overly kind to everyone it unsettled him.

“…Sorry…” you mumble. “You can pet him… he’s… soft…” Idia blinks and offers out a hand. One of the heads sniffs it before nuzzling into him. “Holy shit…” Idia whispers as he immediately starts fawning over the dog.

“Who’s some good boys, who’s some boys? Oh that's a great pupper! Oh yes you all are!” It’s strange to see Idia all smiley to himself, but it’s pleasant. “How did you—“ “I can't answer that.” You respond. “So dont ask…”

Idia goes quiet leaning back from the heads that licked him, his flaming locks dancing behind him. “Ortho said you haven’t been feeling well…” “I haven’t been, not for a while, I guess it finally all came out to the point where it’s noticeable…” “Ah, I feel that…” Idia trails off awkwardly.

“I know we're not friends, but I appreciate you.” Idia mumbles. “You make Ortho very happy, and I love seeing my little brother happy… He says you're like another sibling and insists we would get along. He really wants me to get to know you… and uh.. We don't have to, but… yeah… Thank you, I guess…’ Idia looks like he’s about to die, but he speaks again.

“Ortho says you make him feel human, and that you’ve been helping him learn more about how to find out who he is more than anyone else, more than me, even, probably cause you got out more… He told me you were upset, and he’s worried about you. So uh… please reach out to him?”

“Thank you, Idia…” You sigh. “Yeah I will, I will reach out to him, its not his fault, I just… I just need time to think… I don't even know who I am, or what comforts me…” “Um, I don't know what you like… but uh… actually, give me your number. I know a pretty cool site with a lot of free shows, I think there’s a few you’ll like.” He offers an attempt at a smile. “And also maybe you try a few video games? If you haven’t tried them already… who knows maybe we can play together…” You smile and open up your contacts. “Yeah, I would like that actually…”

A new contact was added: ‘Gremlin.’

****

Walking off to your dorm, you dare not go in. You don't know if your friends are all waiting for you inside, or if Grims there. You sorta don't want to deal with that right now still. The corners of your eyes catch a familiar sight. Fireflies dance through the night, coming out of the grass and surrounding you.

“Hey, Tsunotaro… Heh, maybe I ought to call you ‘Firefly’ or king of the fireflies, maybe.” You wipe your eyes as you turn around and there he is, your Tsunotaro. You both don't know each other's names, but you don't need to. Tsunotaro and Child of Man work just fine.

“Greetings, Child of Man, it’s always good to see you but…” The fae frowns, “are you alright, Child of Man? You seem troubled…” “I… Yeah I am… I just… don’t know what to do…”

Your friend carefully reaches out to you before retracting his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?” “I think I need a distraction…” “I can do that,” Tsunotaro offers his hand. “Come with me.

You have never seen so many pretty colors before as Malleus casts a few spells, making the forest into the most beautiful light show you’ve ever seen. Mushrooms glow from where they sprout, leaves swirl with beautiful patterns, and the fireflies dance through the sky against the stars. You swear you can hear music from them.

“This is… This is beautiful…” “I am glad you enjoy it,” Malleus watches as you watch each step you take, the leaves below you glowing with each step. “Are you feeling better now?” “Yeah, I am… You know…” you pause nervously.

“Yes? What is it?” “It feels like… you're my only true friend…” The lightshow around you flickers for a moment. “Is that so…” Malleus stares wide eyed. “Yeah… Just… I can be kind to everyone… but I can't be friends with anyone. They all don't really get to know the real me, you know?” Malleus stares off.

“I do know that feeling well… You are my only friend…” You pause and look at him. The lights behind you turn to a more pinkish hue. “That's hard to believe, you are a wonderful person.” “Likewise, Child of Man. I would think someone as kind as you would have much more.”

You sniff, “I’ve been helping so many people, but it feels like…” You sigh. “I have seen the hard work you have put into everything. Not a lot of people can say they have gone through what you have gone through and won. You are much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Malleus takes your hand. “I am sorry that others do not acknowledge that. I hope those around you soon start to realize what a blessing you are.” You squeeze his hand. “Come on, why don’t we both enjoy this light show?”

…

At the very last waltz, your legs feel like jelly, and you cannot tell if it's because of how happy you are or because you've been standing too long. You pull away gently. “Thank you Tsunotaro, for everything.” Malleus nods. “It was nothing. Thank you for being my friend.” He stares off to the sky for a moment. “Farewell, Child of Man, may the night be full of promise for you.”

The fae starts to fade away and you reach out, using a spell of your own. “Wait…” You hold onto Malleus’ arm making him appear again. The fae looks at you with shock. “You overrode my magic…” Malleus whispers, and his shocked face turns to one of awe and his eyes hint towards excitement. “No one has ever been able to do that… Just what else are you hiding, Child of Man?”

“I want to give you my name.” “Your name?” Malleus looks shocked once again. “My real name.” “Don't you know of the stories about giving your name to Fae?” “I know them, but I trust you. I know you would never hurt me.” Your expression and voice is so sure it nearly overwhelms the fae.

“You trust me that much? I could smite you with lightning in an instant.” “Then smite me.” Malleus paused and nothing happened. “See? I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You’ve had opportunities this entire time and you haven’t.” “You really want to tell me Child of Man? When I have not even given you my name?” Malleus' voice nearly shakes.

“You don't need to. But if you do, no matter what name comes out, I won't be afraid.” You take his hand, and for the first time since arriving, you introduce yourself, and you tell him your name, your real name.

“I see, what a wonderful name… I supposed I shall finally tell you mine as well.” The fae smiles, “Draconia. Malleus Draconia…” “Malleus? That's not too bad for yourself…” Malleus lets out a laugh at that. “I suppose not.” He smiles then looks off again. “Well then, friend… Thank you for everything tonight. I have not been this happy in a long time…”

“Good night, Malleus. I hope to see you again soon.”

“Good night, Child of Man…”

He fades out and you hear Maleficent speak to you. ‘He likes you.’ She says, and you hear a few voices teasing you. You chuckle and find the strength in you to go back into your dorm and confront tomorrow. Rook’s words from earlier echoes through your mind. You have found people you can truly open up to.

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celli-ohs · 3 months ago

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I Can't, I Have Rehearsal

pairing: socially awkward!park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

synopsis: What happens when you get seated right next to the most handsome boy in your entire grade? Well you thought it'd be a great excuse to get to know him better, but the guy won't even talk to you! After a mishap in the science lab, you come to find out that Park Sunghoon, the cold-hearted prince of EN High, isn't in fact rude, he's just afraid of women.

before you read: character profiles

warnings: language, cooties, wild subplot, loser enhypen

word count: 2.03k

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note: part 1 of my and scene! series, loosely based off en-drama.

Log 2: Tuesday - March 5th, 2024

“I can’t believe you almost fainted,” Sunoo looks concerned as the six of them are again walking to school.

“I know, good thing I had that choco pie in my pocket,” Jaeyun smiles. “Thanks,” Sunghoon nudges his arm.

“I can’t believe you ate nothing all day and thought you wouldn’t faint.” Jongseong scoffs. “I always knew you were stupid, but that’s something Riki would do, not you.”

“I can hear you, you know?” Riki frowns.

“Good, maybe that’ll get you to eat your goddamn vegetables next time.”

Riki opens his mouth to argue back, but Jungwon suddenly hisses.

“He’s back! Do something!” The younger boy’s eyes are wide as they catch sight of Heeseung randomly following the group.

Jungwon pushes not Jongseong, but Jaeyun, who stumbles as he approaches Heeseung.

“Hey man,” He calls out awkwardly.

“Oh! Jaeyun! Look, I brought this to show you!” As Heeseung digs into his bag, Sunghoon notices Jaeyun’s demeanor change from stiff to relaxed.

Whatever Heeseung pulls out, it makes Jaeyun gasp. “Naur way!” He exclaims excitedly.

“Damn, I thought he’d have more balls than Jongseong, guess I was wrong.” Jungwon pouts.

In turn, Jongseong glares at the younger boy.

“You try telling him no! Look him in the eyes- his big, round, doe eyes that shine like he’s constantly on the verge of tears. You won’t be able to, trust me.” Jongseong spits.

Jungwon rolls his eyes. “Jeez, fine whatever, I’ll just make Riki do it next time.”

Riki holds his hands up in defense. “No can do.”

“What? He’s got you too?!”

“You just don’t get it Jungwon, that’s a homie right there, even if he’s a little weird and obsessed with an animated furry.” Riki shakes his head.

“Why are you talking like that? You need to stop hanging out with Riki C, he’s rubbing off on you.” Sunoo sneers.

“Riki C is cool! Unlike you.” Riki argues. Sunoo just rolls his eyes.

“Hey,” Sunghoon finally speaks up. “Do any of you want to join the calligraphy club?”

“Pfft…”

“Fuck all of you.” Sunghoon groans, walking faster. As he walks away, he hears Riki cackling.

“Dude!” Jongseong calls out. “You know I've got baseball after, they’re really strict too, they wouldn’t let me.”

“I would love to ditch taekwondo to do nothing for you, but they all kinda suck so they need me there.” Jungwon sighs.

Sunghoon turns around to his friends with a desperate look of pleading. “Sunoo?”

“I’m trying out for the theater club, sorry Sunghoon,” Sunoo gives him a sad smile.

Sunghoon didn't even wait for Riki to answer, the boy was still laughing, wiping away fake tears.

“I asked Jaeyun yesterday, he said he can’t since he’s the new soccer vice-captain.” He mumbles as he slows down to allow his friends to catch up.

“You know, girls aren’t that bad. I mean what happened to you- that was years ago, you were seven.” Sunoo reminds him.

Sunghoon ignores him, waving him off. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

“Yo Sunghoon!” Riki runs over, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

“Get off of me.” Riki doesn’t move as Sunghoon tries to shove him off.

“Why don’t you try asking Heeseung?”

Heeseung? Now that could actually be a great idea in disguise.

A loser like Heeseung could drive you to resign from the calligraphy club, and allow Sunghoon to keep the club and old library.

He spins around, joining Heeseung and Jaeyun.

“-totally come over and we can build a set-“

“Hey Heeseung, I have a question.” Sunghoon clears his throat. The older boy looks up at him curiously (he really did have big eyes).

“Sure, what’s up?”

Nervously, Sunghoon wavers.

“Would you- uh like to join the calligraphy club with me?”

Silence…

“Oh,” Heeseung wears an odd expression, one Sunghoon would later recognize as pity.

“Sorry, I’m trying out for the basketball club this year. Calligraphy is kinda not my thing.”

Riki’s laughter echoed through Sunghoon’s skull all morning.

Sunghoon’s busy scribbling down notes in his workbook when you tap the side of his desk with your pencil.

“Hey, Sunghoon,” You whisper. He freezes (because for some weird reason he still believes that if he doesn’t move, you won’t see him).

“Sunghoon,” You try again.

Okay, so you can see him. He clears his throat, and slightly, slightly tilts his head towards your direction.

“What time are we meeting tomorrow?” You whisper.

As soon as possible and as little as possible.

“Right after school. Thirty minutes.” He grunts.

“Only thirty minutes?! How about an hour?” You try to barter with him. An hour?! He can’t be alone with you for an hour.

“Thirty minutes isn’t enough time to learn calligraphy.” You explain quietly. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see your hand as it grips your pencil. They look so much smaller and fragile than his own.

“Fine, an hour,” He concedes. He guess he did need to teach you the basics. He’d probably breeze through it in a couple of minutes, then let you do whatever.

“Cool, thanks.” You finally lean back into your seat, giving the boy some space.

“-partnered up with the person beside you for the chemistry lab later today. Don’t forget to wear goggles and an apron.” Ms. Hong announces. The word partnered catches Sunghoon’s ear.

“Looks like we’re partners for chemistry too,” You say, sounding enthusiastic. “Are you any good?”

Sunghoon doesn’t respond, because he can’t believe his fate.

“Are you a psychopath?” Riki asks Sunghoon as he eats his lunch.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it's gross.” Jongseong moves to smack his arm.

Riki ignores him, dodging his attack. “Like how the hell do you hate your seatmate, she’s hot!”

Sunghoon finally looks up from his plate to give Riki a nasty glare.

“I don’t hate her. I just- did you just call her hot?” He’s a bit bewildered as all eyes fall on the youngest in the group.

“What? I got curious, okay? I took a peek in his class when I went on a bathroom break earlier.” Riki explains. “And you cannot blame me for thinking she’s pretty, she is! Jaeyun, you've seen her!” He huffs, pointing to the other boy opposite him.

“I mean yeah,” Jaeyun looks embarrassed as he admits this. For some reason, this has Sunghoon’s cheeks heating up.

“I don’t hate her, I just find it hard to talk to her.” Sunghoon explains.

“Have you ever even tried talking to her though?” Sunoo points out. “Wait- actually, have you ever tried looking at her?”

The table quiets as all the attention is now on Sunghoon.

“I have! Remember I told you guys we made eye contact?!” He defends himself.

“Okay but did you get a good look at her? What’s her hair color?” Jungwon asks suspiciously.

Sunghoon purses his lips, squinting as he fishes through his memory. Unfortunately for him, the moment you two locked eyes was so traumatic for him, he practically deleted it from his brain.

“...Bla-rown?” His friends all sigh, rolling their eyes.

“You’ve gotta get over your weird fear of women, it’s not like they’re all going to disappear one day.” Jongseong shakes his head.

“Are you gay?” Heeseung pokes in. (When the hell did he get here?!)

“No, I’m not gay.” Sunghoon groans. “And I know I need to get over it, but it’s kinda hard when you know every single girl at school hates your guts.”

There’s an odd silence that overtakes the table, something Sunghoon doesn’t notice because of how distraught he is.

“Does he not know-” "Shhh!" Jongseong quickly shushes Heeseung.

“We’re afraid it’ll get to his head, we haven’t figured out a way to tell him yet.” He mumbles under his breath. Heeseung nods cautiously.

Jaeyun awkwardly chuckles, patting Sunghoon’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay man, baby steps, maybe try looking at her back or something today.” The others nod in agreement, giving small encouraging words.

“Or maybe just stop being a pussy and-” “RIKI!”

Chemistry lab couldn’t come any sooner.

Sunghoon stands awkwardly to the side as you put on your goggles. When you turn to look at him, his eyes shift to the floor.

“How do I look?” You ask.

He shrugs, putting his goggles on as well. He was genuinely trying to look in your direction, it was just hard to undo all the training his brain had adapted to.

But Sunghoon knew he had to do at least one thing today: learn your hair color. That was his challenge he’d set up for himself (after becoming embarrassed at lunch).

He had to be able to do at least that. Hearing his friends and their concerns about him had Sunghoon reevaluating his life choices. Jongseong was right, he couldn’t avoid women forever.

And it’s not like he actually hated women… believe it or not Sunghoon has had a crush on a girl before, after his incident he might add. (It did not help that she rejected him and that kind of worsened his fear… but that’s beside the point.)

So as you’re busy going over what equipment you two need, Sunghoon is trying to work up the courage to turn his head around.

“I’m gonna be right back, we’re missing a beaker,” You tell him, stepping away to find your chemistry teacher. Once you’re gone, Sunghoon makes eye contact with Jaeyun, who is staring straight at him, not hiding his disappointment at all.

Go talk to her! His eyes read. Sunghoon shakes his head aggressively.

You’re unbelievable! Jaeyun throws his hands into the air, sighing as he turns around back to his own table.

“I found us an extra beaker,” You sneak up on him, Sunghoon jumps at the sound of your voice. You don’t seem to notice him acting weirder than normal and continue to do your work.

After returning to your seat, you begin to lead the two of you through the procedure: measuring all the liquids out, writing down numbers, heating up substances on the bunsen burner.

And Sunghoon quietly follows your directions, allowing you to hand him certain beakers and graduated cylinders that need to be weighed and recording data you call out.

In reality, he’s hyping himself up in his mind, trying to force himself to look up just enough to get a good look at your head. He begins to tune you out, much too worried about himself to focus on the class.

But maybe he was too distracted, - because it’s not until you’re less than a centimeter away from him, leaning over the table to grab a test tube does he notice the little distance between the two of you.

Suddenly his brain implodes, and in an attempt to save himself, Sunghoon leaps back. Only for him to trip on his own chair and land right on his ass, bringing his seat down with him.

You gasp, quickly pulling his chair away as Sunghoon begins to feel the pain from his fall.

“Are you okay? Here, let me help you up-”

Sunghoon flinches when you reach out to him, eyes wide as your delicate fingers try to grab ahold of him.

“Sunghoon,” You scoff, sweeping your hair out of your face as you bend down, hand still open for him. “You act like I’ve got cooties or something,” You joke, laughing to yourself.

But Sunghoon doesn’t laugh, he’s frozen, stiff with fear that you of all people have found him out. You stop laughing.

“Oh my god, do you actually think I have cooties?” You come to the realization, mumbling to yourself.

This would be the second time (new record as Jungwon would say) Sunghoon meets your eyes. And just like he’d suspected you’re revolted by him.

Not able to take the pain and humiliation, Sunghoon scrambles up and runs right out of the classroom.

“Sunghoon! Wait!” You call out to him, but nothing could stop him from the immense feeling of shame as he ran off to hide.

He might not ever be able to return to school again, snatching Riki’s dream of being the resident high school dropout, but at least Sunghoon can say he now knows the color of your hair.

Maybe... he didn't get a good look.

Log 1: Monday - March 4th, 2024 | Log 3: Wednesday - March 6th, 2024

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Tender Threads Ch 11 (Homelander x OC)

chapter eleven: when you bite the hand... (18+)

chapter directory | slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, spidersona as original character, original trans male character, smut, sublander

summary: absence makes the heart grow fonder, little spider.

Three days. Three days of nothing. Not a word in the halls of the tower, not a peep over text, no late night visits. Eye contact, though. That was constant. During meetings, every time they’d pass each other, from across rooms…

Ben’s not even sure what had happened that night. One minute he was blubbering his heart out to Homelander while it broke at the fact Homie thought he would ever do him dirty in such a cruel, malicious way, and then… nothing. Just a cracked rooftop and ringing ears from the sheer volume of his forceful takeoff.

He waited on that roof for an hour. Sent a couple texts. Watched from across the way as the disjointed band of mostly rejects that comprised the spider hero get-together went on. It was the first time he was actually going to go to one of those stupid things. It was supposed to remedy the miserable mood Benjamin had been drowning in all day which, of course, was only exacerbated after another chewing-out over the fact he hadn’t made up with his brother. He didn’t even bother showing up late. It was best not to spoil everyone else’s good night.

The day after, he felt like a husk. Ben barely even slept an hour that night, constantly roused over and over again by his overstimulated spider-sense going off at the smallest of things. He spent a fair amount of his time moping, occasionally venturing across the way to The Seven’s complimentary bar without any care to throw on his costume and protect his identity. No surprise that Maeve eventually caught him there for his third martini.

“Wait, it went well?” She’d asked in pure shock. Ben gave her the rundown on his week with Homelander, leaving out all the recent bits that would make him break his promise and potentially kick up some workplace rumors. Not that Maeve seemed the type. It was just better safe than sorry. “Jesus, I figured you’d drop dead by the end. You’re so soft.”

Ben just smiled and went wild with the martini shakers in each of his hands. “Pssh! Too bad I poured these already or I’d be halving your liquors. I’m not that bad!”

“I know.” She said, eyes falling to her empty glass. “He is.”

Nothing more was said on the matter, though the two shared their drinks together with casual banter on the state of affairs with the team– mostly, though, they just shit on Deep the whole time. And that? That's therapy, baby.

Later that night, Ben gave another shot at texting Homelander.

-i hope you’re doing okay -

He didn’t know what else to say, really. The bundle of texts he’d sent, all marked as read, rubbed salt in the wound as the cursor blinked at him over and over again. It barely took a minute for the new one to be marked the same.

“If you can hear me,” Ben whispered, skeptical that his voice would carry two floors up to those ultra sensitive ears of his, “I wish you’d talk to me…” He rolled over and pulled his blanket to his chin, shutting his eyes for what was ultimately going to be another night of unsatisfactory sleep. “Mm, oughta show up with more ice cream. That’ll get ya… Fuckin’ banana splits or something next time.”

Days two and three went about the same except for one teeny, fucked up detail. Swing around the city, burn out, head back, and then find out a plane dropped in the middle of the fucking ocean. It was almost strange to see Homelander on his screen. After a whole week of him, Ben feels like he should be listening to his star-spangled buddy tell the story himself. Instead, he gets to watch those eyes cry through his laptop while Homie milks the moment for the defense bill.

Gotta hand it to him, much as Ben hates the pandering to Vought's interests. Whatever Greek dude coined the term Kairos would be bowing at Homelander’s feet right now if they could see such an expert move. Ben huffed and shut the screen, sitting in silence to contemplate why their little falling out had him so worked up till his gut voiced its displeasure with his sporadic meal schedule.

He managed to run into A-Train in the elevator on the way down. The speedster gave him an odd look. To be fair Ben stuck out like a sore thumb in a tattered, hooded flannel, jeans, and scuffed up shoes.

“You new here?” A-Train had asked once the gaggle of businesspeople stepped off for their floor.

Ben, on his third day of hardly a wink of sleep, just jumped and dangled by the tips of his fingers from the ceiling. “Nah. Just not gonna dress to impress to go get food, y’know?”

“Man, I do love that party trick.”

“Thanks,” Ben hummed. “By the way, ‘grats on the race–”

Ding!

The doors slid open to reveal the absolute last person either of them wanted to see. He could practically feel A-Train’s mood sour in real time.

“Hey bros!” Chirped The Deep, sauntering in and slapping the button for his floor. Ben dropped from the ceiling and dug his nails into the palm of his hand to keep the look of sheer disdain from rooting itself on his face. “You guys goin’ down for grub?”

For fucks sake…

Which, of course, resulted in Ben’s plans to bask in the chaotic ambience of the cafeteria being stomped into a whole heap of nothing. Straight back to his room he went with extra seafood that he didn’t even technically want. But making The Deep squirm over a few fried shrimps and a crabcake? Worth it every fuckin’ time. Maeve would be proud; he knows it.

Benjamin checks his phone as he eats, pumping his fist in a mock victory of sorts. Not that every day in The Seven wasn’t damn near a vacation compared to regular non-superhero living, but tomorrow was an entire day off for everyone on the team not assigned to the Believe Expo. Ben in particular wasn’t chosen because he’d opted to make his nonprofit work pertain to uplifting queer youth and the Believe Expo was the last place that'd platform him for that move. Whoopsies…. not.

He’d rather not be there anyway.

Each buzz of his phone is like a knife to the heart, and the rare occasion it’s not Benjamin feels like a good enough reason to level the entire city. Homelander’s mind screams back and forth with ways to respond, ways to kill him, kiss him– anything and everything.

In the wee hours of the morning, he’d stopped by. Ben had finally managed to fall and stay asleep, and Homelander tried. He tried all day to float out from behind the exterior wall and into view of Ben’s window. He tried to convince himself that rapping his knuckles against it wouldn’t be the most terrifying thing he’s ever done, and he tried to remind himself over and over that Ben is kind.

Maybe that was the worst part. Kindness. All those stupid little acts. The ice cream, the banter, the attempts to know him and the way the bug held him so softly after the nightmares. By all rights, Ben should’ve taken a swing at him when Homelander had him pressed against that wall. Anyone else would've. Instead of laughing off the accusations, he fucking cried. Called him a friend… Said Homelander saved him from loneliness… Those innocent eyes carved slits into his heart with such ease.

He still hasn’t wrapped his mind around it. Homelander’s never heard such a sweet combination of words strung together just for him before. At least never in a way that didn’t reek of insincerity and opportunity. Every time he tries to make sense of it, his mind wanders back to the time he stole that featherlight kiss from Benjamin while he slept and how fucking good it felt. How warmth and electricity jolted through his body and left him floating in a blissful, excited haze. It drives him insane. His heart clenches every time. Yearning floods him, body and soul, and he becomes more lost than ever.

So he just… lurked. Observed. Took it all back to square one and stayed as close as he could while keeping as much distance as he could possibly stand. And when Ben fell asleep, he went inside. He hears it over and over again in his head as he takes in the sight of his sleepy little spider.

Johnny, wait!

Anyone else and he’d have turned around mid flight and crushed them into the fucking ground, stomped their head into a bloody fucking pulp for saying that . The fact he ever told Maeve was a fucking miracle in and of itself, and he’d thought he was fully committed to ensuring John remained a relic of the past. But his name sounds different on Ben’s lips. The product label rings with sticky, sweet endearment and all the gentle charm of the bug’s normal deep-set smiles. Even called out in frantic desperation, it still felt… good. Maybe it’s because of the nickname, but even unaltered was so…

Goosebumps erupt along his arms. That empty spot in the bed calls to him, but he knows he can’t. Ben’s out now, but the risk of waking him was so high… Homelander damn near darts when Benjamin shifts and mumbles in his sleep. He’s missed that little quality. Two nights with him was all it took to get hooked on those little ‘isms’ of his. The way he’d slide his legs together along the rough fuzz of the blankets, roll around a little– god, he liked that especially since sometimes they’d end up so close, and when he’d jolt awake…

He watches Benjamin shift once more and the blanket slips just enough to reveal a bare shoulder. His breath catches.

Oooh-la-la.

As if he hasn’t seen the bug bare from the hundreds of times he’s– okay, fine! Just one look…

With a tight gulp, he scans the length of Benjamin’s body, descending slowly from head to toe. His gloved fingers twitch, itching to shed their leather shell and slip under those blankets to touch the softness of his little spider’s flesh. He’s felt the weight of Benjamin pressed against his own body so many times. Two nights… just two fucking nights and Ben had tossed and turned into him more times than he could count. Restless little thing, but he always has been. Homelander would lay there all night yearning to let a hand slide over the bug’s abdomen and pull him closer, slip under his little shirt and–

He releases a tight exhale. His gaze falls between Ben’s legs and his tongue juts out to swipe his top lip. A pussy on a man was far from the strangest thing he’s ever encountered, but Ben made it look so fucking good. Maybe someday he could–

You could do it now if you weren’t such a baby.

But that would be… no. No, he can’t do that.

Well if you’re not gonna take from the source, you should grab a sample. A little something to keep as a souvenir.

Oh..? That was– that’s not an awful idea… Floating, he makes his way to Benjamin’s laundry basket, overflown, of course, since the bug was adamant housekeeping need not service his apartment whatsoever. Homelander slips a glove free and lets his digits fall against the mound of clothes. The first thing he snags is a t-shirt, pressing it to his nose to inhale deeply. His eyes roll back…

Bet he wore that one for a while.

The fabric was chock full of his scent, tickling that desperate little itch in Homelander’s brain. But that wasn’t quite the trophy he wanted. No, no… Neither shirts, nor shorts, nor sweatpants. His cock twitches in the confines of his suit the second his fingers graze the waistband of what he really wants.

You’ve struck gold.

He’s got them pressed to his nose in a fraction of a second, huffing slow, deep breaths. He could sustain himself entirely on the sweet aroma of Ben’s cunt– fuck, the taste. He has to know, he has to fucking know! Just one swipe of the tongue and–

He barely bites off the moan. His eyes go stark wide, terror coursing through his body in fear that Benjamin would rise at the sound. Homelander’s heart hammers at the thought and his whole body locks like a board, tongue trapped in place against the crotch of Ben’s drawers.

Nothing…

Thank fuck.

Ideally, he should bolt.

Finish your food, tiger.

But he didn’t need to be told twice. He locks the fabric between his teeth, suckling to draw out the flavor while he grows harder and harder against the cup in his suit until it's almost painful. Benjamin tastes fucking exquisite. He keeps his glazed eyes locked on the boy the whole time he indulges, scanning up and down his bare form, imagining it was that thick clit between his lips.

Credit where it’s due; he’s… tasty.

So good, so fucking– oh god…

Homelander lets a hand fall and press to his groin, rubbing firm and slow against himself. In a perfect world, it'd be Ben touching on him. Those gentle hands would unzip his pants and pull him free from his tight briefs. They’d grasp him so sweetly, stroke him softly, push him closer and closer to the edge of paradise. Oh, to come apart by Benjamin’s touch would be divine. Nothing could compare. He’d eat the boy’s pussy raw for just one measly little touch to his weeping cock. He’d do anything for it. He’d raze the world to ash for the chance to spread his legs and–

“Mmph!” He squeaks into the fabric, eyes screwing shut as he chokes off every sound, cock pulsing and spilling against his underwear. Each warm slither of come slicks his skin before inevitably soaking into his briefs. The aftershocks tingle through his limbs and haze his mind.

So good, so good, so fucking good…

And to top it all off, lady luck seems to be on his side. Benjamin doesn’t wake at his pathetic little noise. Homelander sighs and lets off, letting the silky boxer briefs slip from between his lips, trailing a string of saliva as he parts.

Now, throw them back in the basket and grab a fresh pair for later.

Fuck, that was a perfect idea. He rifles through again, smiling like the Grinch himself when his fingers find another pair. Ben won’t notice, right? It’s just one pair of underwear. Not like things didn’t get lost on occasion. Who hasn’t heard of a random sock being eaten by the dryer? Who’s to say it can’t do the same to underwear?

That’s the spirit. If you’re gonna fall into the bug’s web, we’re gonna at least make sure you’re comfortable in it. Now go clean yourself up and get to sleep. Gotta pander to all those god-fearing shit-for-brains tomorrow while they milk the plane crash.

That’s right, he’s got that expo tomorrow. Not a single part of him was particularly looking forward to it. He’d been hoping Ben would be there, but the lack of the bug’s name on the roster had left him infuriated. He went to Madelyn to demand a change, but she insisted his choice of nonprofit work was far too alienating for the demos that’d be there.

He floats to his balcony, recalling with near perfect clarity the way indignant fury filled his chest. Homelander simply scowled at her in the moment, but inside he pictured caging her head between his hands and squeezing until she was little more than pulp. She tried to soothe him. A hand on his chest, an invitation to join her on the couch, but he declined her. He'd never done that before. But he did, and it felt good.

After showering, Homelander curled up in bed. It’s not ideal anymore. The fur of his comforter and the silk of his sheets lack any of the coziness of Ben’s. Somehow, synthetic fibers and fuzzy, knitted blankets had become leagues better than the best bedding money could buy, and his last few days of sleep had been atrocious. Tonight, though, rest finds a way. Might have a little something to do with the garment he nuzzles his face into…

“Damn, you look rough.”

Ben pokes a meatball across his plate, watching it tumble aimlessly over mounds of saucy angel hair pasta. “Gee, thanks.” He hums. The little diner was loud as ever, but Jason clearly heard him anyway.

“You’re not like, killin’ yourself to do, uh… night shifts again, right?” The concern etched on his friend’s face is touching, but it does nothing to improve his mood. They’ve got, what, thirty more minutes? Fuckin’ lunch breaks…

“Nah,” Ben shakes his head, hand coming up to scritch at the scruff along his jaw. “Just— just a rough few days, y’know?”

“Felt,” Jase says, shoving a bundle of fries in his mouth. “Me and Dasia are having another fight, so I’m there with you.” Ben raises a brow for him to continue. “She’ll get over it, but she’s upset I’m still talkin’ to those dudes I met a few months ago at that club she hated.”

“You mean those–”

“Yeah, the ones I started buying from.” He says it like it’s no big deal, but Ben remembers. “They're cool though.”

It’d certainly be a case of the pot calling the kettle black if Benjamin, the vigilante, got up in arms about Jase, the enjoyer of substances, having his own not-necessarily-immoral hobbies. He gets the girlfriend’s gripe, though. Jason had a mean fight with addiction a couple years back, but today he claims to keep it all within moderation.

“Plus, they cut me a deal and she gets hers, so whatever.”

Ben skewers a heap of spaghetti and contemplates the borderline tasteless bite with its weird, chicken-y sauce while he listens to more ramblings. He wishes Jase would at least try to pry. He wants so fucking badly to be asked what’s wrong. Sure, he can’t say everything, but he just… he needs to say something. Fuck, a few weeks ago, him joining The Seven was all they talked about. Promises of an autograph from Maeve, fascination about the others and what they were like, all sorts of chances to spill the beans and talk about the occasional frustration. But now it’s all old news. No different than when they sat three rows away in their open layout office, clickety-clacking their lives away.

Even just blowing off some steam about his family situation would be a godsend, but he can’t find it in himself to interrupt anything Jason says. While he desperately wants to drop the heavy weight of his brother’s words and his mother’s insistence that he relent, Jase talks about the leaky faucet in his apartment and how his girlfriend wants to repaint the bedroom but the landlord’s an asshole and won’t approve it.

Ben wants to talk about how much he loved running around with Homelander. How it made him feel so fucking free. How, once the anxiety Homie initially caused faded, he found the American Jesus to be far less imposing and intimidating and way more enjoyable and just… just different. Homie showed him sights he never quite imagined seeing without a plane ticket and some chump taking up his armrest. He showed Ben the joys of running around the city with someone else, of sharing the setting sun and all the silly, stupid conversations he hasn’t had with anyone in so fucking long. Homelander lit up a part of Ben’s heart that hasn’t felt the beauty of unlimited companionship in so very long.

At some point, waking up to start their miniscule seven days together became the easiest thing in the world. And ending them together, falling asleep while some shitty documentary played became the best fucking part.

Someone to laugh with. Talk to.

Someone who made him feel less alone. Less isolated.

And now, someone to place a ten ton weight of sorrow on his heart. What if Homelander never talks to him again? What then? The thought alone makes Ben’s heart clench so hard it fucking hurts and it's weird that he's so affected by it. Other than regular meetings, run-ins, and the occasional pick-on-the-new-guy bullshit, that week was the most time they'd ever spent together. So, why..?

“– you gonna go or what?”

“Huh?”

“The siren,” Jason says as if it were so obvious. “Tell me Rapunzel’s not gettin’ lazy in that fancy tower.”

Ben breathes a weak laugh, shuffling out from the booth. “Nah. I’ll uh, I’ll V-Mo you for my food, yeah?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just go do what you do.”

How to apologize to a friend.

How to say sorry to someone.

He’s noodled through ten pages worth of search results and they all say the same thing. Bring a gift, pour your heart out, and hope for the best. But that doesn’t help because he already fucking knows that! Homelander could swing just about any act at any time, but this was just… daunting. Texting it was simply not good enough. He’s gotta do something, but what? What could he get for Ben? What could he say? ‘Sorry I smashed you into a wall and threatened to pick your arms and legs off.’ It’s just not enough! His frustration with the matter bleeds into everything he does.

Even his speech.

Homelander! Homelander! Homelander!

Not that it matters. They all loved it. But, when he was floating through the crowd, there was only one person whose opinion he was genuinely concerned about. When Benjamin sees it, hears it, what will his little spider think? He sold it so perfectly, swung everything just right to get the whole crowd on board with the defense bill.

So why, when he returns to the tower, does Madelyn berate him?

“You cannot be bad.”

He swallowed hard and took it. Let her give him that look and shake her head in disapproval. Even after telling her off last time, there’s still a part of him that can’t help but follow her every whim. Even when she’s beckoning him closer to join her on the couch, he follows like a dog to its master, salivating for a treat he knows deep down he’ll never get even as she undoes each button of her shirt.

Even reclined with his head in her lap, Madelyn only gives in halves, and yet she’s never gone this far before. Fingers substituting what he wants. Sweet coos to placate him. It’s more than he knows what to do with. But, even then…

“You have to be good.”

It’s still there. Disapproval. He’d done his tricks, but not to her liking. Never to her liking.

“And you have to listen to me.”

As if on queue, her words melt away the veneer she’d so carefully crafted.

“You’re my good boy.”

But he knows that’s not true. He knows it; he fucking knows it! Back and forth, up and down, every which way she can, Madelyn toys with him.

She was so harsh on you, echoes the sweet voice of his little spider. The taste of vanilla ice cream floods his mouth, overpowering the intricate flavor of Madelyn’s skin. It sings to him sweetly. You deserve better than that.

He does… He fucking knows it, too. Homelander lets his eyes flutter open, peeking up to find her staring down with a faux tenderness almost like what she saves for that spawn of hers. It’s sickening. She’ll never give him the real thing. Her eyes don’t twinkle for him. Not the way his do. They don’t light up at the mere sight of him. Even now, there’s an emptiness in there. She should smell different. Sweet and warm. He should be able to taste the love on her skin.

But he can’t.

He suckles harder, teeth pressing tighter to her knuckles bit by bit until she–

“Jesus Christ!”

He wouldn’t sever them. No, no, doing so would cost him dearly, but that? That sends the message. The warning. Even a good dog will bite once in a while.

“Get the fuck out!” She cries, eyes watering while she scrambles for the tissue box on the table. Blood drips from her digits, the crimson a strange juxtaposition to what she’d been teasing him with. It tastes of pennies on his tongue. Not at all the sweetness she’s always holding just out of reach.

He leaves, but not because she told him to. He wants to. Homelander charges through the hall with a newfound confidence. He passes door after door, dropping by the team’s bar for exactly the right touch. He knows where he wants to go now. Where he should’ve gone instead. Bottle in hand, he walks right in nice and quiet. His eyes roll at what his poor ears are subjected to.

“Looks like it’s official folks. You heard it here. This grave news, this stain on our nation’s history is here to stay.” Ben’s got that burnout’s mug on the living room TV. “The Spider-Man is truly part of our great country’s defenders. What this means for us going forward is a mystery, but, rest assured, I will be here to make sure he’s held accountable. Once a lawless vigilante, always a lawless vigilante!”

As soon as their eyes meet, all the bravado drains from his body. He can practically feel it slip from his head and out through his toes. Big, wide brown eyes stare into his. If not for that grating voice in the background, he might have thought time stopped.

“Hey…” Greets his little spider. It barely comes out as a squeak. Homelander takes in the sight of him. Scruffy cheeks, dark undereyes, the same outfit he’s worn for the last three days…

God, what a fucking mess.

Every smooth introduction fizzles away. Every slick word he’d thought up on the way over goes right down the fucking drain and he’s got nothing but raw nerves and that goddamn deer-in-the-headlights look he can never quite conceal. His fingers twitch and the glasses clink together. “Do you wanna…” Homelander tries, voice softer than he’d like it to be, trailing off. Instead of continuing, he just watches a big, bright smile start to spread across Ben’s face before the bug practically leaps from the couch. Arms wrap around his torso, pulling him in tight. Ben’s face finds its way into the crook of his neck, right where he belongs.

“–I have to wonder: what in the world was Homelander thinking bringing a miscreant on the team!?”

“Whatever you’re gonna say,” Ben mumbles against his skin. “Hell yeah.”

“Mm, well I could say anything now. Naked Twister?” Oh, how he loves the way his little spider’s cheeks burn red. It revives some of that lost confidence.

“Pffft,” Ben blows a raspberry that tapers into the most precious, perfect giggle. “Pop that bottle you might convince me to do wacky shit. Maybe.” Benjamin tugs him to the couch.

Homelander’s hands shake the slightest bit as he pours each glass. He’s not even sure what he grabbed, only that it was the biggest bottle in sight, so he just opts to show Ben the label when he inquires about the type.

“Oh, good pick. That’s like the only kind I enjoy."

“Well, wine’s about the only alcohol I don’t hate." What they'd trained his palate to tolerate. "You really don’t like it?” Homelander asks, swishing the contents of his glass that he’d be conditioned to enjoy long ago.

“Nah, not most.” Ben follows his lead and does the same. “I mean, this is great, though! That wasn’t to like– I’m not saying I don’t like you bringing it, I just…” He sputters. “You know what I mean.”

Homelander rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face paints a different picture. He sips at his glass, kicking his feet up on the little table in front of the couch to play into a sense of casualness. He practically prays Benjamin doesn’t bring up what happened between them days ago. “So, what’s the entertainment tonight? I’ve been bored these last few.” Not a total lie, but certainly not the full truth. Watching Benjamin could never be boring, but it was certainly less stimulating than actually sitting beside the bug.

With a soft hum of acknowledgement, Ben grabs the remote and starts flicking through channels. They pass by a few Vought features, but ultimately settle on Animal Planet. On the screen, a small jumping spider navigates the dense vegetation of its habitat to find a mate. There’s a touch of endearment to it. Homelander blames it on the critter’s technical association with the man beside him.

“The silken road to finding her is littered with the remains of unsuccessful suitors.”

“Little guy’s sporting your colors,” Homelander says between sips. The wee thing’s abdomen has speckles of red and blue, and its cute demeanor is all too perfectly in line with Benjamin’s. Suddenly, it begins waving its legs about in the air, shuffling from side to side. “Tell me you didn’t pick your theme off a jumping spider.”

“Now, what can he do to win her over? Dance. Dance for his very life.”

“...maybe.”

The thought of Ben sorting through pictures of arachnids to find the perfect inspiration brings a tight, amused grin to his lips. Instead of teasing, though, he opts to lean back and enjoy the poor thing’s desperate attempt to woo the mate attempting to murder him.

“He’s done his bit and satisfied her needs. But, now, her need is over. So she kills him anyway.”

“Aww, no!” Ben cries, hands on his head as he seemingly mourns the insect. “Poor dude… I feel it though, buddy. Dating and spider life ain’t for the weak.”

“Women,” Homelander mouths silently with a smack of his lips. He draws parallels to his own situation with Madelyn, chewing at his lower lip while he contemplates it. Once upon a time he’d lose himself in thought over anything and everything about her, but the presence beside him and the duty of refilling their glasses keeps him from drifting away for too terribly long.

After a few more segments, a small break to put in a Vought-A-Burger order through V-Dash, and some lighthearted commentary, the series comes to an end just as easily as their bottle. Ben grins, sitting sideways to face him, head leaned against the back of the couch. “Hey, did you get your script yet for ‘Super America’ or whatever that shit’s called?”

“Mhm.” He fibs. In truth, he hasn’t. He usually gets them a day or so before, but it made no difference. Not like there was much he’d have to learn. Baseball, America, mom and dad, whoop, whoop, whoop. Same thing every time.

“It’s so weird.” Ben gripes. “I picked mine up yesterday. They got me set up as some kid from Queens.”

“Really?” There was some interest there. Benjamin’s situation would be a touch different than the others on the team. Much like his own story, Ben’s would lack any truth. After all, the bug didn’t want to give a single inch of his real identity to the public. Maybe it was the teeny-tiny buzz from the wine, but there’s a lurching feeling in his chest knowing Benjamin’s situation was even mildly similar to his own.

“Yeah. I’m apparently a twenty-two year old who grew up right on the poverty line, played lacrosse in high school– whatever the fuck that is; I don’t speak sports– dropped out of college, and apparently I’ve got three younger sisters.” Ben snorts a laugh, snickering at the absurdity of it all with a big, wide grin. Seems like the wine settled in nicely. “How’s yours?”

“Oh, you know. Baseball. Sunshine. Suburban paradise.”

“How much of it’s legit?”

“None.” He scoffs, bitterness brewing in his gut at the thought of every goddamn lie he’s gotta tell. “Absolutely fuckin’ none of it.” He doesn’t know why he admitted it. Maybe it just feels… safe to say to Ben. Safe to admit the lies to someone else whose entire life is about to be corporate vomit, too.

“Oh,” Ben arches a brow, wine-drunk whimsy fading from his face as it's replaced by some sickening blend of curiosity and concern. He shuffles a little closer as if to express his devoted attention. “Well… what was it like then?”

He remembers when the boy asked this the first time in that cramped little dressing room. Just one week ago… It feels different this time. Less like some wannabe sniffing his ass for favor and more like a friend. Someone who cares, or has a reason to. Fuck, he hopes so, anyway. “Not…” Homelander’s gaze falls to his hands. He picks nervously at his nails and he waves his socked foot from side to side on the table. Rehashing it too much brings back the dreams… He exhales tightly. “Not good…”

What are you doing?

“So all that Leave it to Beaver type stuff..?”

“Fake,” he rasps. He’s not even sure why he’s doing this. Sympathy is the last thing he wants, and he’d probably laser Ben’s head off if he even sniffed a lick of pity from the boy. But… it feels good to say it. Somehow, some way, it’s safe.

“Huh…” Ben sighs, shifting a little closer. He crosses his legs and sits less than a foot away now. “I don’t wanna pry, but if you ever wanna like, get some of that off your chest…”

He should’ve never drank anything. He can barely get more than a weak buzz, but fuck if it didn’t have him doing stupid shit anyway. As much as he wants to grit his teeth and give Ben a strict, cruel ‘no,’ he doesn’t. Instead, almost as if it had a mind of its own, his right hand creeps off his lap and halfway between them. Bare and vulnerable. He always sheds his gloves in Ben’s home…

Soft, warm digits curl around his. They give a small squeeze and it’s like he can feel them in his chest, wrapped around his heart. “I…” He doesn’t know what to say. He dares to look over and his gaze flickers back and forth between those rosy lips and void-like eyes. He could get lost in either so easily. “I, uh…”

Those pretty lips quirk into a sweet smile and he fucking catches himself inching forward.

“Did…” Homelander utters, clearing his throat weakly. C’mon, fucking think! “Did you… did you see my speech?”

You might actually be an idiot.

“Y-Yeah!” Ben chirps, leaning back a bit.

Was he also..?

“You were awesome up there! I’m not really on the whole god-fearing patriotism train myself but like, you just have such a way with crowds. Even I was feeling it, y’know?” The bug’s smile could practically melt ice, but it builds his ego sky high instead. “I thought the same back when you showed up at my big reveal thing. Like, yeah, the crowd cheered for me, but they went bonkers for you. Kinda envy it, to be honest.”

It’s nothing he doesn’t know, but it tickles like he’s never heard it before. His gaze falls once more to Benjamin’s lips, dancing down to his neck where an oddity rests. A black cord of sorts.

“Man, Starlight though…” He half hears. Benjamin’s never worn jewelry before. “Dude, I wanna beat the brakes off Deep so bad after that.” What if there was… no, no– that can’t be right. Ben didn’t see anyone but that deadbeat friend of his and that stink bug, Webweaver. There couldn’t be someone else vying for his little spider’s attention, right?

“Mhm,” he hums absently, hand slipping from Ben’s to travel up. He hooks a finger under the cord and slides down until the pendant slips out from beneath the dark edge of Ben’s shirt collar. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. “Where’d this come from?” Homelander murmurs, interrupting whatever sympathies Benjamin had been expressing for Starlight.

“Oh, this? I’ve had it for years. Was a present from my great-grandma.”

Good. If there had been any competition…

“She meant a lot to me growing up, so I've kept it this whole time.” Ben continues. Homelander slips the pendant back beneath the bug’s shirt, but he doesn’t withdraw his hand. Instead, he plants his palm softly on the side of Ben’s neck, a far cry from the threatening grip with which he’d held it just days prior. His thumb slides back and forth over stubbly little hairs.

A cat food commercial is the only noise interrupting the moment, but he hardly cares. Homelander rests his thumb over Ben’s pulse, feeling the gentle thrum that’s just a little faster than a resting rate should be. A soft grip wraps around his wrist and that warm, earthy gaze meets his.

One little tug and it’d be perfect. Their lips would graze each other and Homelander could relive that bliss once more, only this time… this time Ben could too. They could both feel those sparks… Ben could kiss him back, return every glide of his lips and swipe of the tongue. God…He practically can smell the excitement radiating from Ben’s body in more ways than one. The bug wants it too. He can tell. And yet, he can’t bring himself to act.

You cannot be bad…

“What?” Ben whispers. His cheeks are a light pink, eyes twinkling like stars. “Do… Do you–”

Knock, knock, knock!

The sound from the apartment door rips them away from their moment. Who the fuck could possibly be visiting so late? He’s got half a mind to just shoot a beam of heat right through the door.

“Oh, that’s our food!” Ben scrambles, hopping over the back of the couch to scurry to the door. Behind it is some quivering kid holding the burgers they’d ordered almost a half hour ago. “Hey, thank you! Sorry about the long elevator ride…” The bug tells him. The delivery boy stutters his gratitude and goes on his way after thoroughly ruining their moment.

Coulda, woulda, shoulda, eh sport?

“Time to see if the Big Homie Burger lives up to the hype!” Ben teases as he spreads out their late night snacks. Homelander doesn’t even like any of it, but he demanded Ben give his branded burger a shot after the bug admitted he’d never eaten at Vought-A-Burger before. ‘Listen,’ he’d said. ‘I like junk food as much as the next guy, but frying stuff in lard is crazy work.’ Which Homelander couldn’t even argue with.

The wrappers are labeled with names… one for Ben C.– extra pickles, and another for Johnny H.– no pickles. And there it is again… that funny feeling deep in his chest. Like fleshy flowers blooming right between his ribs, sprouting to soak up the torrent of emotion that floods his body at the sight of such a juvenile yet affectionate take on his given name.

“Eugh,” Homelander grits as he flips the top bun off. “They gave me pickles. Fucking morons.”

“Sweeeet!” Ben chirps. He slides his sandwich wrapper over and gently taps the corner to indicate where their new home should be. “I’ve come for your pickle~”

Homelander cocks an eyebrow. “They gave me more than one, though.” Unless Ben meant–

The bug snorts a laugh. “It’s from SpongeBob! But yeah, I’ll take all of ‘em.” Homelander gets to work on removing the foul ovals from his food while Benjamin reaches for the remote. Within a few minutes, the cartoon in question is playing. Homelander’s confusion only grows with every passing minute.

“F is for friends who do stuff together!”

And yet, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

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thisapplepielife · 3 months ago

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Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Seven Deadly Sins pop-up event.

I Know We're One (Just Me & You)

The party is still raging just outside the closed door, but here in this bubble, in this moment, time is standing still. Eddie's hands are all over him, and every touch feels electric. They aren't fucking, just touching each other. But it feels unreal. Out of body, otherworldly, and Gareth craves every point of contact.

It's the only thing that's keeping him from floating away, spinning off into space, and every graze of Eddie's fingers leaves comets and stars dancing across his skin. He can see the colors of Eddie, of all existence, pulsing with the drum beat of the universe.

Gareth feels in tune with Eddie, with everything, and he just lets it all in. Lets it all wash over him as he's rolling. Pressed against Eddie, both nearly naked, but neither of them are hard. They just can't seem to stop touching each other.

He's never felt like this. Not with any other drug they've ever tried together. This is brand fucking new. He wants to climb into Eddie's skin, and hug him from the inside out.

He wants to meld into Eddie. Become one, together. Eddeth, maybe. Double trouble.

Gareth loves Eddie more than he's ever loved anyone, or anything. It's a pure love, the purest, rushing alongside the universe in his veins. Hugging each other close, Eddie rubbing his stubbly cheek up and down Gareth's arm, pressed close, chest-to-chest.

Feeling the music rolling through their connection. Up Gareth's spine, straight through Eddie's heart and then lodging in Gareth's brain.

He's drowning in lust.

Lust for life, lust for the music making the room swirly. Lust for the world. Lust for drugs.

Love for Eddie.

"Talk to me," Gareth says, greedy for every thought Eddie's ever had about anything, everything. Lucky for him, Eddie loves to talk.

And Gareth listens.

When they wake up, having come down, the morning sun illuminating the room, Gareth looks at himself, at Eddie.

He feels hungover.

"Fucking ecstasy," Eddie says, not opening his eyes, but there is a smile on his face.

"Fucking ecstasy," Gareth agrees, laughing with him, as he lays his head back on the pillow. Now sober, definitely no longer feeling the urge to rub his mostly-naked body all over Eddie's.

He can't move. His energy, all gone.

But he feels good otherwise.

"You good?" he asks, and Eddie nods beside him, he can feel it.

"Yeah, I'm good," Eddie confirms.

Gareth's about to open his mouth again, when the door swings open.

"Oh, good, you're done rubbing all over each other like mangy cats," Goodie says dryly, and they both laugh.

So much for nobody knowing.

"Don't know what you're talking about," Eddie lies, which is less believable since he's still as fucking naked as the day he was born.

"Yeah, okay. Act like I wasn't the one that shoved your hug drug addled asses in here so you'd stop doing this," he says, waving his arms around, "in public."

Gareth doesn't remember that happening at all.

Jeff appears in the doorway, "Did they fuck?"

Eddie laughs.

"We didn't fucking fuck," Gareth snaps.

"It looks like you fucking fucked," Goodie goads, and Gareth opens his mouth, but Eddie clamps his hand over it, quieting him.

He mumbles into Eddie's palm, but everybody's ignoring him.

"See? You owe me twenty bucks," Jeff tells Goodie, holding out his hand. "I told you they weren't gonna fuck, just be weird and handsier with each other on a whole 'nother level from their normal weird shit."

Jeff's not wrong. Gareth doesn't even think he was horny last night, let alone hard. He just wanted to touch, and be touched. He wanted to feel everything. And feel it all with Eddie, apparently.

And he's not gonna apologize or be embarrassed by the fact that he felt that connected to his best friend. Sure, it was a little drug-enhanced, but it still felt important and real. Satisfactory in a way that no sex could ever compete with, no way.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: Title is from What Is Love by Haddaway.

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gsabt · 1 month ago

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AGOT; Catelyn I

Bran I ↔ Daenerys I

Preface

Decided to just link the chapter summary instead of writing a full blown synopsis cause that's a lot of work and I'm busy at my job lmao.

Chapter Summary

Finally have a free day to get back on my hate train. First stop, Catelyn Tully. And like a true hater, the first words of the chapter already have me hollering from the mountains from which I stand.

Catelyn had never liked this godswood.

I said, and I quote, "Girl, they never liked you." Not my best work but its a start. It goes on about her and the Faith of the Seven which I couldn't give a piece of a piece of shit about cause I have beef with any religions that are related to (even slightly) to Catholicism. Don't ask lmao. But I think in both ASOIAF and IRL that all religions are branches of one mega religion but I'm not in the mood to go down that rabbit hole. Anyways worst religion ever, we get it.

Personally I remember once I tried googling the trees Big G described and struggled with the solider pines I think? Anyways I'm just commenting on how beautiful the Winterfell Godswood sounds. I'm a big gloomy bastard and it sounds like the place where I'd go to read or do my silly needlework. I especially adore the weirwoods because of their description, also lowkey creepy that they have faces carved into them but hey, what do I know?

Jon Arryn is dead and Ned is a sad Ned! I also had another annoying little comment around here cause of course I do. I have a Tully hate agenda. I said, "Fuck Hoster Tully me and my homies HATE him." But Ned smiling when he heard Robert was coming to Winterfell!!! Big G you can't keep doing this to me. More time for guys being dudes.

(@songoficeandfireworld-blog, this is kind of a response? lol!) I like to play up my hate for Catelyn and House Tully (minus Brynden) but if you get into a multi-layered convo with me about any character that I hate (minus Ramsay), you'll see it's mostly just caused by bias and over time I've become aware to that (and am thankful for it). I'm not a moron I just like pissing off people who 100% stan characters blindly cause it's a free hobby. But I appreciate her inner thoughts when it comes to the direwolf. Obviously I know what happens, I've watched the show and I'm almost done with the audiobooks so this is lovely foreshadowing being passed off as Catelyn's worries. Believe women goddamnit!

#asoiaf #asoiaf book commentary #asoiaf analysis #agot; catelyn i

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Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 28: Reunions

After class, we all met at my apartment. Kitty was the first one to arrive, coming with my old suit and gadgets. According to her, it was rather easy. She literally phased in, grabbed the stuff, and phased out. The only snag she had was the fact there was a tracker in one of the webslingers – one that she quickly found and placed on a nearby city bus.

“They tried it,” she said with a laugh.

Like Kitty suggested, we all wore some of our best clothes. We were all dressed in black and white suits with black trench coats – even Kitty, MJ, and Betty. Once all seven of us were gathered, we made our way down and piled into Craig’s Highlander. Ned, MJ, and I took the back seat. Betty and Kitty took the row in front of us. Craig, of course, drove while Scott sat in the front passenger side. As Craig pulled off, no one said a word. I guess everyone knew how serious this was for me.

I was between Ned and MJ. The latter held my right hand with her left, her fingers laced between mines. On my lap was a bouquet of white roses that I bought at Scott’s urging. Ned was looking out of the window as the snow fell. He then sighed before he looked over at me.

“Hey Peter?” he said.

“What’s up, dude?” I replied.

“How well did I know your Aunt?”

I chuckled. “Extremely well. You’ve been over to our apartment so many times that you practically lived there. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure you’re the reason my room had a bunk bed. You came over for almost any reason – to study, build a Legos set, watch movies, have dinner, you name it.” I smiled. “She would sometimes I say she had two nephews. And, honestly, I agree.”

Ned nodded. “I wish I could remember it… but I’m still glad you guys accepted me.”

I nodded back. “I’m glad you became my friend.”

“I guess dorks of a feather flock together,” MJ deadpanned. She turned her head towards us and gave us a sly smirk.

“I know,” Ned replied. “That’s why you’re back here with us.”

“You’re right, and I hate myself for it every day.”

I smiled as I shook my head. I then looked at her. “We’re your dorks, though.”

“And don’t you two forget it.” This time, she said this in a sincere tone as her smile became wider. I smiled back at her before I leaned over and placed a kiss on her temple.

Sometime later, we arrived at the graveyard Aunt May was buried at. After Craig parked the SUV, we all filed out before I led the group to Aunt May’s grave, carrying the bouquet in my hands as I did so. It didn’t take too long for us to find her. Once we did, we all stood in front of the gravestone. My eyes looked over the gravestone, reading the words that were engraved in it.

“When you help someone, you help everyone,” Betty read aloud.

“Q-q-quite the motto, I-I-I’d say,” Craig commented. I looked over my shoulder at him, seeing him rub his hands up and down his upper arms as he shivered.

“You okay?” I asked him.

“I’m g-g-good. Just every now and again, the w-weather reminds me I’m a South Florida boy.”

“I promise I won’t take too long.”

“T-t-take however long you need, homie. Don’t w-w-worry about me.”

“Are you sure?”

“People are out in the cold every day, man. I’ll be alright.”

I nodded before I looked forward. I stepped up before I kneeled down and laid the bouquet in front of the gravestone. I then stood up and took a step back. I took a moment to try and think of what I wanted to say. After that moment, I decided to just… speak.

“Hey Aunt May,” I said. “…I’m sorry it took me a while to come by and see you. I’ve been going through some things, trying my best to come to terms with decisions I made. But… I’m here now. I, um… I brought some friends with me. You already know Ned and MJ. But, I made some new friends since the last time we spoke. This is Scott Summers, Betty Brant, Kitty Pryde, and Craig Pierre, Jr.”

“H-h-hello,” Craig said.

“Hi, May,” Kitty chimed in.

“Pleased to meet you,” Betty greeted heartily.

“A pleasure,” Scott added.

“Yeah I… I know you’re probably upset with me for isolating myself. It took me a while to realize that it’s okay to have bonds with people again. But, here I am with six people who I’d do anything to protect. I’m still doing the superhero thing. I even joined a group – the X-Men. We’re a bit small now, but we’ve been doing great work, and we’ll only grow, I’m sure. We’ve kind of had our hands full with Scorpion. As a matter of fact, he kind of handed me and Craig our butts on a silver platter.”

“She doesn’t need to know all that, man,” Craig interjected with mock annoyance. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. He responded with a wink. I then faced forward and continued.

“We’ll get Scorpion, though,” I promised. “But, beyond that, MJ and I reunited. It wasn’t an easy road, and a lot of it was my fault. But we worked things out. Of course, I got my best friend back, and Betty’s been a great friend too. She’s the one who calls our group The American Idiots.” I smiled briefly. That smile then faded. “Aunt May, I’m going to be honest. I miss you. I’m going to miss you forever. And even to this day, I wish there were things I did differently.” My voice started to crack, and my felt my eyes start to water. However, I was determined to keep on going. “But, I know you wouldn’t want me to dwell on that. I know you wouldn’t want me to keep on carrying the world on my shoulders and I’m… slowly… trying to share that weight with the others.” I paused a moment to wipe the tears away from my eyes with my forearm. “You’ve been like a mother and a big sister to me. Even to this day, you’re a huge influence on how I do things, and I thank you for that. And while I wish you were still alive, I know you’re with me, still. So, I promise, I’ll do everything I can to do you proud. I know I’ll sometimes fail, but I’ll promise you my best.

“So… I won’t say goodbye. I’ll say, see you later.” I smiled. “I Larb you, Aunt May.”

I closed my eyes and bowed my head, making a silent prayer. Some moments later, I felt several arms around me. I lifted my head to see the others hugging me. I smiled happily as I did my best to hug them back. Randomly, I remembered the fact that, for the most part, spiders aren’t social organisms. Internally, I scoffed. I was no ordinary human, so why should I be an ordinary spider?

We remained like that for several seconds before a voice spoke up.

“Oh, sorry guys, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

I knew that voice.

We all parted and looked towards the source of the voice. I then raised my eyebrows as my voice went ajar.

In front of us was Happy Hogan. He was the one who spoke up. As usual, he was dressed in his normal black and white suit. And he wasn’t alone. Standing with him was…

“Pepper?” Scott said.

It was indeed Pepper Potts. Memories of the times I had with the Starks flooded my mind. However, they were overshadowed by me wondering how Scott and Pepper knew each other. I looked past her to see a little girl partially behind her right leg. I smiled. That had to be Morgan.

“Scott,” Pepper said. She then looked around at the rest of us. “Craig… Kitty… it’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it has been.” Scott moved to the front of us. He then looked at Happy. “Happy, I see you’re the same as ever.”

“Gotta stay in tiptop shape when you’re protecting one of the powerful women in the world, you know?” At that Scott nodded. After that, Happy looked towards me. “You… I remember you. You’re… Peter right? Still coming by to see May, huh?”

“Is that why you’re all here?” Pepper asked. “I didn’t know you all had a connection with May. Not that I’m surprised, considering how many people she’s reached.”

“They’re here to support me,” I finally said, stepping forward in front of everyone. “…Hello, Ms. Potts. I’m Peter.” I brought my hand out. Pepper stepped forward and took my hand before giving it a rather firm shake.

“Pleased to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

“We were helping Peter pay his respects,” Scott explained. “It seems like you two came to do the same. So, we’ll be on our way.”

“Now hold on,” Pepper interjected. “Scott, it’s been a long while. You haven’t visited, you haven’t called. Quite frankly, I’ve been worried about you.”

“I didn’t think we were on good terms still, considering all that happened.”

Pepper grimaced. “I’ve been over that for a while.” She glanced at me, Ned, Betty, and MJ. I looked back at Ned, who looked like he was trying his best to contain his excitement. MJ, for her part, held a neutral expression while Betty looked a bit apprehensive. I looked back at Pepper, who was looking back at Scott. “…Do they know about you, Kitty, and Craig’s side job?”

“…We do,” I spoke up. “…I…” I trailed off before I looked at Scott. He looked at me for a few moments. He then nodded, giving me the go ahead. I looked at Pepper and Hogan. “…My full name is Peter Benjamin Parker. I’m May Parker’s nephew. I’m also Spider-Man.”

Pepper and Hogan looked at me with wide eyes. “Scott… is this true?” Pepper asked, her eyes still locked on me.

“It is,” Scott confirmed.

“So all this time, May Parker was an aunt?” Happy said, looking me up and down. “And her nephew is Spider-Man? How did I not know this?”

“…You used to,” I said. I looked at the both of them. “You both used to.”

“It’s a long story,” Kitty spoke up. “But, I don’t think this is the time or place.”

Pepper looked at Kitty for a moment, then back at me. I could see the gears turning in her head. After some moments, she spoke.

“Happy and I are going to pay our respects to May,” she said. “After that, we’re all going to have a talk at my place. And no, this isn’t up for debate.”

“Understood,” Scott said with a nod. “We’ll give you your space for now.” With that, he beckoned us to follow as he walked several feet away. As the rest of us walked after him, MJ walked up to my side and took my hand.

“So, you knew Pepper?” she asked. “Before The Spell, I mean.”

“I did,” I confirmed. “Everything Stark knew about me, she knew about me.” I paused for a moment. “…I didn’t expect her to be here. But… I guess it was as good of a time to tell them.” As Scott came to a stop, I looked at him. “…Um, Scott… how do you know Pepper?”

“Through Tony,” he said. He sighed. “Tony and I used to be friends. We were even teammates, sort of. …I used to be an Avenger. A Dark Avenger, to be exact.”

I tilted my head. “A Dark Avenger?”

“Basically, Natasha… Black Widow… she had a secret team of Avengers under her leadership. Basically, we handled more of the Black Ops type of missions. We had an arrangement. The government only knew us by our codenames – no real names or even where we were from. On the flipside, if any of us was captured or worse in a foreign country, we’re basically treated as independent actors, with no paper trail to trace us back to SHIELD or the U.S. Government. Needless to say, we got paid under the table. Anyway, Tony and I had a falling out over The Accords. We never got a chance to patch things up. I wanted to talk to him after The Battle for Earth, but… you know.” I nodded sadly. “So, because of that, I distanced myself from The Starks altogether.”

“I see.” I shook my head. “I feel like there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”

“That’s because there is a lot you don’t know about me. But we’ll have that conversation soon enough.”

Soon after, we were on the road again, tailing Pepper and Happy. We drove to downtown Manhattan, stopping briefly to grab food. Morgan was hungry and craving cheeseburgers.

We finally reached Pepper Potts’ penthouse apartment. It was quite large – as large as the X-Men’s apartment. The carpeting was thick, the red furniture set looked extra comfortable, the tiling of the kitchen and dining room area was made of marble – I think it was Rose Aurora.

I didn’t have time to really take in the place, however. Pepper sat us all down in the dining room area. After burgers and drinks were handed out to all of us, she urged me to explain everything. As MJ held my hand under the table, I did, beginning from Tony recruiting me to take on the anti-Accords Avengers in Germany, to him making me his protégé of sorts, to Beck, and all the way to The Spell. Like when I told MJ, Ned, and Betty, I didn’t spare or exaggerate any details.

Once I was done, Pepper and Happy looked at me, quietly dumbfounded. After taking a breath, Pepper spoke.

“Okay,” she began slowly. “…First off, let me begin by saying I’m extremely sorry that you’ve been through all of that.” She shook her head. “Honestly, while Quentin Beck was always a genius, well… I’d say he had more than a few screws loose, but that would assume they were in place to begin with.” She sighed. “But why didn’t you come to me? I could have done something.”

“Well, for one, it happened rather quickly,” I said. “And I… I’m going to be honest, I didn’t handle it well.”

“I’d say,” Happy chimed in. “Then again, apparently, neither did I, so…” He shrugged.

“I just have so many questions.” Pepper stared at me. “Like… where are you living? Are you still in school? And do you have a job?”

“I’m living in a small studio apartment in Manhattan. I’m getting my GED. Scott’s actually my teacher.”

“He’s doing extremely well,” Scott chimed in. “He’s arguably my best student since Kitty.”

I looked at him. There was a look of pride on his face. Bashfully, I nodded towards him before returned my attention to Pepper. “And I got a job as a photographer with the Daily Bugle, thanks to Betty.”

At that, Pepper scoffed. “You’re working for the one news outlet that constantly slanders you on a daily basis and helped fund Justin Hammer. I don’t know how you can do it, but I hope the job pays well.”

“Well, I’m not struggling for rent, so there’s that,” I confirmed. “Plus it’s not all bad. Betty’s a pleasure to work with.” I looked at her and smiled. Betty’s face became a bit flush, but she responded with a smile of her own. I looked back at Pepper. “Things have been rocky for a bit, but because of the people you see here with me, I’ve been doing a lot better.”

“I see.” Pepper went quiet again. During this, I picked up my cheeseburger with my freehand and took a bite out it. It was during this that Pepper spoke again, leaning forward. “Peter, Scott… I know this is a last moment request but… is there any way the two of you can swing by Stark Industries tomorrow. I feel like there’s a lot the three of us need to catch up on.”

“Yeah, about that,” MJ spoke. She squeezed my hand gently, causing me to look at her. “I’m coming with. As a matter of fact, the rest of the American Idiots are coming, too.”

Pepper tilted her head. “I’m sorry, American Idiots?”

“Everyone you see here sans Scott is an American Idiot,” Craig explained. “…It’s because of the St. James incident. It’s our thing. Thank Betty for that. But yeah, looks like we’re coming along.”

“…Okay, no offense, but given the sensitivity of what we’ll be talking about, I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“Just let it happen,” Scott said. “Michelle, here, is rather protective of Peter, as one would be with their significant other. And the X-Men and The American Idiots are basically his family. Given that I believe what you’re going to talk to Peter and myself about is going to be major, I think the both of us would be more comfortable if they were around.”

“Besides, if you say no, Kitty and I will just sneak in with the others,” Ned said simply.

At that, Hogan scoffed as he looked over at Ned. “Look, I understand you’re pretty smart, being a Midtown student and all, and Kitty here is a superhero. But SI’s security system is the best in the world – especially since I’m the head of it. Do you honestly think you guys could sneak in?”

As if it to answer that question, Kitty, who was sitting next to Happy, lifted up her left hand and dropped a wallet on the table, right in front of him. “This you?” she asked. Happy raised his eyebrows before he slowly picked up the wallet opened it. He then cleared his throat as he sheepishly put the wallet away in his suit jacket.

“Mommy,” Morgan spoke up, surprising me.

“Yes sweetheart?” Pepper replied.

“Is she a magician?”

At that, Kitty chuckled. “No, Morgan. I’m just a ninja.”

At that, Morgan’s eyes lit up. “COOOOOOL!!!”

“And just because of that, you’re on my list of babysitters,” Pepper remarked. Something told me she was serious. “Fine, you can all come. But I’m going to trust that you guys comport yourselves in a proper manner. Also – and I guess this goes without saying, given that you’re all familiar with the extracurricular activities of Scott, Kitty, Craig, and Peter here – you didn’t hear anything about what will be talked about tomorrow. Understood?” We all said our confirmations. “Good.”

Things went quiet for a bit. And then…

“Peter,” Morgan said.

“Yes, Morgan?” I replied.

“Are you really Spider-Man?”

“I am.” I smirked.

“Can you take me webslinging?”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Pepper give me a warning glare. At that, I chuckled.

“Maybe when you’re older.”

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followerofmercy · 1 year ago

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Actually I'm not done. I'm gonna say that I really like the direction the story took regarding Childe and Imma be a lil salty about fandom:

One, the same thing I say every time the Mare Jivaari doesn't show up and the upside down statue of the seven was considered a huge abandoned plothole and any number of things that weren't wrapped up nicely when we expected them to be:

This story is huge and it isn't done. We got Guizhong lore two real life years after she was last relevant. We got a Kaeya hangout at the end of Sumeru. This cast is huge, and some characters get put aside for a while before they get the spotlight again. Some admittedly do get overlooked (Kujou Sara I'm so sorry you deserve better and so did Signora) but, idk, I think the characters are actually really well done. I literally would not continue playing this game otherwise. The suspense of a story that isn't finished is two thirds of the appeal of this kind of game to me, and the other third is that, for the most part, characters are compelling and have novel's worth of story.

I am Childe's no 1 fan and I like to think I'm pretty good at media analysis. I think it was well written for his character specifically given a few things:

It's further evidence that he will hurt himself for his obsessions. He had a group of three homies who legitimately cared about him, and this whale was more important to him than they were. Much like how he didn't say bye to Teucer, he didn't say bye to them. He had Actual Friends, and he abandoned them in favor of his goals - goals that he then spent a month in Foul Legacy form nearly getting himself killed for.

This story is also another example of him getting completely fucked over as a tool/afterthought for other people. Skirk is awful. Childe keeps admiring and loving people that don't care about him. Yes, that did happen. Yes, it's terrible. It's supposed to be. It's the running theme every time he's onscreen and I think his story will eventually culminate in him being his own master. (Also Foçalors and Arlecchino used him this time around too, but he's indifferent to one and actively dislikes the other lmao)

Now, this is huge: he achieved his goal. He got to fight that fucking whale that's been haunting him every since he fell in that goddamn hole. I think we're glossing over how huge that is for him. I think this was the single biggest moment for him as a person. Like, yeah, from an outsider pov this patch kinda sucked for him but I think he just had the literal best moment of his life. He is now free to pursue other things, and I think he's about to have a serious moment where he has to decide whether he wants to keep being Skirk/Pierro/Arlecchino/Tsaritsa/Pulcinella's pawn, or if he wants to be his own man.

In that same vein, people's perception of him has changed. He is no longer "the annoying Harbinger causing problems." He's the HERO OF FONTAINE, and not just that, but the mostly normal human man that fought an interstellar monster for a month, and LIVED. No, he didn't kill it himself, but he's said before that winning a fight isn't the important part. It's the fight itself. He got his hero moment and I think his redemption arc is about to kick off.

That said, I really really really would've rather had an opportunity to say bye to him, check on him, literally anything lol. I think it's fair to be a annoyed that Traveler didn't say anything more than calling him a war buddy, but tbf the country flooded, the onscreen suicide count increased again, etc etc. A lot was going on and honestly, I think antagonizing Skirk would possibly end in Childe getting hurt more than just trusting her to do... something, with him.

I would've rather given his Vision back ourselves but I do think it makes sense to give it to Arlecchino, because Arlecchino is trustworthy now. Family is the only thing that's important to her, and I think she would keep her word for our and the Hearthling's sakes if not for Childe's. I'm holding out that he might be back around sooner rather than later, kinda like how Scaramouche got put in the cellar for a patch or two while he healed before he got to be the other onscreen suicide lmao.

Also. We still don't have an explanation for why his Vision was fucking up. That's not bad writing, IT'S AN INCOMPLETE STORY. I'm hoping it gets answered within two years but I'm confident that it will be answered.

Overall, I think it's totally fair to say "I did not like this," or even "This is not the most effective angle to take," but calling it bad writing and/or cheap is... incorrect lmao

Just finished archon quest. Childe and Skirk commentary:

Good God Skirk is so much worse of a person than I expected. I love her.

Most people I know hate her and I think a lot of it is because one, her design is too vtuber and not enough monster, which, fair, even if I don't 100% agree, and two, we were all kinda hoping for Childe to have his Abyssal Found Family and not the person probably single-handedly responsible for most of the things wrong with him. She is awful. She outright says that the reason Childe thought she wasn't very chatty was because he was too weak for her to bother carrying a conversation with him. A literal teenager.

The yeet wasn't funny. I don't think it was intended to be. She sounded bored the entire time, as if this man didn't just spend a MONTH IN SOUP FIGHTING A WORLD-ENDING MONSTER FROM SPACE with a delusion that's killing him.

Meeting Skirk has given me a whole new respect for Childe. He turned out this well DESPITE her?! He views that as a role model, and his biggest problem is seeing himself as a tool instead of a person?? This kid's incredible.

I'm choosing to view Skirk and Childe's relationship as Mom /neg, not because she's particularly motherly towards him even in a shitty abusive way, but because she was uniquely poised to Fuck Him Up how only a mother can. She's responsible for his life. She's everything he ever wanted to be. He's been chasing her approval ever since he fell in that hole, and he's never gonna get it. This kid needs better friends.

(Though, on the other hand, if Foul is anything like Rhinedottir, Skirk probably comes by it honestly? Skirk's awful but she might actually not be the worst case scenario)

This archon quest has completely changed how I think of both Childe and Furina and I'm losing my mind. This is going up with fullmetal alchemist as some of my alltime favorite media.

#genshin #4.2 spoilers #4.2 genshin #Childe #tartaglia #childe analysis #discourse #I do think a lot of people simply do not like serialized/ongoing works #like no shade at any particular person #It's a trend in other fandoms too #apparently miraculous ladybug is having riots rn because people seem to think season five is The End #and yeah the story would kinda suck if that was the ending #but it's not #It's simply just not the end asdkfjl #and yeah the tension and suspense is kinda how stories like this work #it's not predatory or bad writing #that's just how stories work asdkf;l

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blindmagdalena · 2 years ago

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Ok but Homie being obsessed with his girl taste and going down on her in every chance he gets

18+ cunnilingus, breeding kink, semi-public sex Whether it be walking into a bakery or catching a whiff of a barbeque down wind, there is something to be said for the specific kind of hunger one experiences when overwhelmed by the sudden smell of something delicious.

This is precisely the sort of hunger Homelander experiences every time he picks up your scent. His mouth waters, his jaw aches faintly. He's turning into an addict.

When you catch him staring down at your lap mid-conversation, seated at the Seven's conference table no less, with that familiar, far-away look of desire in his eyes, you give him a nudge with your elbow. "Have you heard a word that I've said?" You ask, amused. "You're ovulating," he replies, which tells you no, he didn't hear a single word. His lips are parted, quirked in a lopsided little smile. His eyes flicker up to meet yours.

"I hate that you know that before I do," you laugh, shaking your head. "Can we focus for a second, please?" "Nope." Homelander slides a hand up your thigh. "See, I'm just not gonna be able to focus on anything... Not with you smelling so fucking good," he tells you, his voice dropping low as he leans in close to your ear. He hears your heart jump. "John," you whisper, glancing over towards the enormous double doors. "The others could be here any minute." "Relaaaax, I'll hear them," he says slyly, catching the back of your neck to hold you steady while he kisses you. He fucking loves the way you squirm in his grip, putting a hand on his chest like you have a hope of dissuading him. He uses the distraction to slip a gloved hand up your skirt, swallowing the moan he surprises out of you when he rubs you through your panties.

"Wait, wait," you say, but it's too late. He's a shark, and your arousal is blood in the water. He moves his hand under your ass and hauls you up out of your chair with obscene ease, dropping you down on the edge of the V shaped table. Homelander wastes no time sliding in between your legs, smoothing his hands up your inner thighs, spreading them wide. He grins, licking his lips preemptively. Hooking your legs over his shoulders, he pulls you forward until his face is nestled nicely between your legs, buried under your skirt, leaving only your back resting on the table.

You cross your ankles behind his back, squirming, desperately pushing your skirt down over his head in an attempt to preserve some modesty. "Aren't there cameras in here?" You ask, biting your lip. "Sure are," Homelander answers wickedly. He's going to enjoy watching that security footage later. He follows up with a firm, slow drag of his tongue up the already-wet fabric of your panties, cutting off however you may have responded, reducing it to a sharp little gasp. Fuck, the smell of you drives him insane, but it's the taste that has him going truly feral. Moving a hand to your hip, Homelander holds you steady while he uses his other hand to pull your panties to the side. Immediately, he closes his mouth over your clit, sucking hungrily at you. He effortlessly holds you in place, keeping you from jerking away from him while he pushes his tongue into you, drinking you up like nectar. Homelander moans lewdly against you, dragging his tongue in deft figure eights before plunging it in deep, coaxing more and more from you, athirst with need. He encourages it with a light slap to your ass when your thighs clench and you start to grind against him. He presses in on your leg, a reminder that you can't break him, you can't suffocate him. You indulge him, squeezing tight on either side of his head, bouncing your hips with what little leverage you have. The sounds you make are music to his ears, muffled as they are by the press of your thighs. He meets each bounce of your hips, alternating between deep fucks of his tongue and swirls over your clit, sucking at it. He presses his tongue flat against the sensitive nub and that's when you really start to make noise. You cup the back of his head over the fabric of your skirt and hold him there, which feels to him like fucking heaven. His own cock throbbing, Homelander rocks his hips against thin air, grinding down in his seat, seeking pressure anywhere he can. He's consumed by the fantasy of fucking you with your taste fresh on his lips, pounding your soaked pussy and filling you with his come, putting a baby in your belly to make your tits fat and wet. He moans again, drooling a wet mess onto your panties, your skirt, lapping at you like he'll fucking die without it. You muffle your cry with your own hand, back arching fully, heels pressed into Homelander's back as you come hard, cunt convulsing wildly against his tongue. He doesn't miss a second of it, luxuriating in the way it changes you on a biological level, endorphins flooding your taste and smell. He drinks it like liquor, and feels just as intoxicated.

Homelander doesn't stop until you beg him to, pushing against his head, over-sensitized. He pulls away with an obscene, wet noise, licking his lips. He looks dazed when you see him, light sensitive and flushed, drunk on you. Your limbs feel like cooked noodles, useless to you. Homelander eases your legs down from his shoulders and maneuvers you into his lap, kissing the taste of you back into your mouth. Your panties are thoroughly drenched, clinging wetly to you. Homelander grinds up needily against you while you kiss, panting lightly through his nose. It isn't out of exertion, but sheer excitement.

"Let me fuck you," he murmurs fervently against your lips. He's already reaching between you to unclasp his belt. "What about the meeting?" You ask, cupping his face, not actually giving a shit about the meeting anymore. Not with him throbbing hot and hard between your legs. You grind down against him to hear the sweet way he keens. "They can fucking wait," he growls, reaching under the table to press a button that dings softly, flicking the green light above the door to red. Locked. "They can wait while I fuck you." Which is precisely how the other members of The Seven end up standing awkwardly outside the door of the conference room, exchanging looks, pretending they don't hear Homelander fucking you within an inch of your life on the other side of it.

#i started SEVEN fics while i was sick idk why i just have not been able to finish anything lmao anyways I FINISHED ONE #homelander x reader #homelander x you #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #smut #my writing #not proofread we die proud and lazy

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years ago

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"What kind of question is that???"

16. "What kind of question is that???"

((ficlet prompts here - still accepting!!))

Magnus was- nervous. Which, in and of itself, was pretty unusual. He couldn't be Magnus "rushes in" Burnsides if he was nervous all the time. That was more of Barry's job. Maybe Davenport, if Magnus was being real honest about it. But nevertheless, here he was; nervous, kind of sweaty, and overthinking.

It was a silly thing to be nervous about. Well, maybe it wasn't, but Magnus sure did feel silly thinking about it. Like, he felt like he should know all of this by now. They had been on this mission, what? Seven years now? He should have been at the top of his game. On high alert, super smart, super tuned in, and all that. And it wasn't his fault if he zoned out during meetings, because he really did try to focus, they just didn't… make sense. At all. Like, Lup or Barry, or Davenport would say all these fancy high-tech words and Magnus would nod along like he got it, but, uh. He did not, in fact, get it. At all.

But asking Davenport felt embarrassing. And asking Barry maybe felt even more embarrassing, considering Barry always wrapped up his part with "any questions?" and Magnus literally never said anything. Lucretia would be his next best bet, but she was currently recovering from an Infernal Spectre-related injury (turns out ghosts can hit hard) and Magnus didn't want to bother her. Merle, he was pretty sure, understood about as much as it as Magnus did but was much better at hiding it or playing along or whatever.

Both Taako and Lup would probably make fun of him. But Lup would be nicer about it and Magnus had no other sources to turn to so, again, here he was.

It was late enough in the day that everyone was back aboard the ship. After the aforementioned Infernal Spectre incident, Davenport had set a rule to have everyone back in an hour or so before it got dark, just to be safe. The sun on this plane set around four PM and stayed dark until around seven AM. It was currently around six.

He could hear Lucretia laughing from her room- Merle had said something about a "cheer-up party" and dragged Davenport into it. Last he saw them, Merle was painting a clown face onto Davenport and Magnus hadn't stuck around to see how that played out. Barry was either in the lab or in the quarters Magnus and he shared, doing some technical bullshit or notes or whatever. They had gotten the Light this cycle and Magnus had gotten back into the grove of not waking up every time Barry left or entered their room for something. Lup and Taako resided in the kitchen, which Magnus was currently standing in front of.

It smelled really good, at least. Which gave Magnus no clue on how receptive Lup might be feeling right now, because it always smelled good. But he had learned to expect the worse anytime madeleines entered the scene, so he was hoping there weren't any of those.

Confidence. He needed confidence. It was like approaching a black bear, except the black bear was an elf, and the elf remembered that time in cycle four when you ate the skin of a banana because no one had ever told you that you weren't supposed to. Confidence. He could do this. Just gotta… admit he didn't understand a thing that had been happening for seven years.

He couldn't do this.

He turned to leave, but the door to the kitchen opened anyway. And there was Taako, apron on, eyebrows raised.

"You gonna come in, homie, or you just gonna stand there?" he asked.

Elf ears. Right. Fuck. Now he felt awkward about it.

"I was, uhm, I was gonna ask Lup about a. Thing."

"A thing," Taako repeated.

"Yeah," Magnus said. Normal, he was normal. He was so regular. "Just like, a science question."

"A science question," Taako said.

"Yep," Magnus said. "So if I could just, uh, talk to Lup-"

"What's the question?" Taako said, leaning against the doorframe. Magnus tried to peer past him into the kitchen, but Taako's wizard hat was too big to see around. Taako was looking at him expectantly.

"I mean, if I could ask Lup-"

"She's busy," Taako said. And then, again, "what's the question?"

"I was just, uhm- I just-" Words. Words, words, words. It was normal to admit you didn't know something. It made you strong. That's what his stepmom had always said, anyway. He knew Taako. It was fine. He was fine. "Y'know the meeting we had yesterday where we were talking about, how the Light worked and, uhm, why the Hunger wanted to eat it or whatever?"

"Mh-hm," Taako said.

"Well, uhhh, I… didn't… understand that," Magnus said. Gods, he hated this. "At all. I mean, I got that the Hunger wants to have it, but not really why? Like, there were a lot of percentages and shit and I figured- I mean, I was gonna ask Barry, but he was busy, and then I was gonna ask Luce, but, y'know-"

"Spectre," Taako said knowingly, nodding his head.

"Yeah," Magnus said. "So I figured maybe Lup, or- I mean, you! Maybe! But I didn't wanna bother you or anything and, uh, I thought maybe-" Magnus faltered, stumbling to a finish. Taako had held his hand up to make him stop talking.

"So, if I'm understanding you correctly, you're question is: 'what the fuck is happening with the Light?'" Taako said.

"Uhm," Magnus said. "I mean, that- like I know it sounds stupid, but yeah."

"Nah," Taako said. "I get it. Come in."

He stepped aside, letting Magnus come in.

"Lup… isn't in here," Magnus said.

"Nah," Taako said again. "She's doing some nerd shit with Barry in the lab. Sit up there and lemme grab my notepad so I can, uh- so I can draw it out for you. That helps me sometimes."

Magnus sat at the kitchen counter, feeling weirdly cared for. By Taako, of all people. Not saying that Taako was mean- well, yeah, he was sometimes, but so was Lup, so Magnus didn't really know what to expect anymore. But he certainly didn't think he'd end up here.

"Chocolate eclair?" Taako said, passing one to him on a plate. More were on the counters. He seemed like he was halfway through pipping the frosting into them. Magnus didn't know what a chocolate eclair meant, emotion-wise, but it was probably okay since Taako was now rummaging through a drawer for a notepad.

Magnus took a bite as Taako returned, clicking a pen open.

"D'you not get any of it, or just certain parts?" Taako asked. "'Cus I'm not the science one here but I know my fair share of sciencey shit. You don't get a Ph.D. in physics for nothing, right?"

"You got a Ph.D. in physics??" Magnus said through a mouth full of eclair.

"Uh, duh," Taako said. "What the hell kinda question is that? You think magic is all first-grade math, Magnus? Like, cha'boy worked hard for this shit, I'm not gonna let anyone forget it 'cus the Hunger ate the university or whatever." A pause. "Though, considering you're the guy who ate an entire fucking banana peel, I'm not too sure on how you think whatsoever."

Was an eclair worth this, or should he just go get Lup? Magnus took another bite, considering.

….yeah, okay, it was worth it.

#magnus burnsides #taako #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #thestarjar #ise cube writing #it's not that long. like 1.2k #but i dont like posting things over 1k without a read more so lsdfsd #here we are

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reallyromealone · 3 years ago

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man last chapter destroyed me so i wanted to ask for fluff in these trying times

basically baji realises that hes in love with his childhood best friend. he and reader have been friends since diapers and are absolutely inseparable. baji would sometimes get butterflies but he ignores it thinking that all best friends are like that. but one day as hes talking with chifuyu he subconsciously mentions that he goes get nervous around reader sometime but its just how friends are. and chifuyu is like "bruh u in love" after realizing it baji goes to tell his mom bc he knows she'll support him no matter what(mamas boy) and shes like "god finally you figured it out". and maybe the end is baji confessed and they get together . also can it be a bit extra fluffy tysm 👉👈

Oh don't even with me last chapter pls

Also this?

Cutest shit ever.

"He's just so cool!" Baji said excitedly as he drank his milkshake beside Chifuyu "like be makes my stomach do weird shit, he's such a good friend!"

"Oh you're down bad for him, huh?" Chifuyu remarked and Baji turned to look at him confused "what do you mean? Dude he's my best friend" Baji said absolutely befuddled at the blonds words "dude you literally spent ten minutes in line a subconscious ramble about how amazing he is and how he gives you butterflies" Chifuyu said as if it were the most obvious thing "not to mention you look at him like he hung the moon and painted the stars"

Baji thought about his words before realizing that be was in fact in love with his childhood best friend.

"Holy shit"

"Yeah..."

"I gotta go tell my mom!" Baji yelled before bolting home, leaving a laughing Chifuyu.

He was glad his homie realized he was in love with (name) because poor (name) was down bad for the pyromaniac.

"MOM! I GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!" Baji yelled as he walked inside his home, taking off his shoes and putting his slippers on "I'm in the livingroom sweety!" Mrs.Baji yelled and looked confused and startled at her son's out of breath self "you ok hun?"

"I'm in love with (name)!" He practically yelled out and his mom just smiled softly "oh sweety, I know! You had googoo eyes for him since you were seven" she said standing up and hugging her son "is it just boys you like?" She asked genuinely and Kei thought about it before shrugging "all I know is that I want (name) more than anything"

"Well go tell him baby!" She encouraged and Baji nodded "yeah! Thanks mom!"

Baji went looking for (name) before finding him at his apartment playing on his Gameboy advance on his bed, glancing to smile at Baji "hey Kei! What's up?"

Baji felt time slow as he stared at the man who just..."I love you so much" Baji said genuinely and walked towards (name) and kissed him with a gentleness (name) didn't know was possible before pulling away and the love struck expression on (name)s face said it all as he spoke softly "I love you too keikei"

#tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #baji x reader #baji x male reader

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 7 months ago

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Stand Up (Homelander)

Description: Y/N is the only one to stand up to Homelander

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,174k

Y/N watched as John gave his input on every little thing someone else said in the seven during the meeting. Deep was speaking and had a really stupid movie idea that would never work and like always John had something to say about it. Y/N groaned as the man went on and on about how the Deep’s idea was stupid and said shit that the rest of them already knew. Homelander looked over at Y/N and shut his mouth, “is there a problem?” He asked.

She sat up and chuckled, “John you’ve been going on and on about how stupid that idea was like the rest of us don’t already know. Just shut up!” He raised his eyebrows at the girl shocked by her words. That was the first time Y/N had ever said that to him or anything like that. “It’s Homelander and I’m the boss you don’t get to talk to me like that.” He said. She stood up, “actually Stan is the boss and you’re his puppet. You’re the face of the seven that’s it.” Jaws were dropped after she said and Homelander had the look of murder in his eyes. Y/N waited for a comeback but all that came was, “Ok then Y/N. What’s your idea?”

Homelander glared at Y/N as she waved to the crowd. It was Homelander’s birthday and Starlight and her were hosting it. Y/N didn’t want to do it but it was Stan’s demand. The whole thing was going okay until Homelander decided to pull a narcissistic stunt and say that he was better than everyone else and what not. Y/N laughed after his little speech while the crowd was silent.

He looked over at her and she stopped, “So the narcissistic attention seeking whore wants to say he makes no mistakes and he’s better than everyone else? Diabolical.” She said to him not caring about the crowd of people. “Excuse me?” “I didn’t stutter. You can put on this act like you don’t care about anything and you’re better bullshit but the sad truth is you need validation and love or else you crumble.” That was the first time anyone’s ever embarrassed him in public. Stan watched with a smirk as the two argued in front of the crowd.

Y/N entered the seven’s headquarters first and sighed. The week had been crazy especially after Homie’s birthday. The internet was tore between the two. Y/N got maybe 5 minutes alone before someone else entered the room. It was Homelander. He closed the door, “ah good you’re here. I need to talk to you.” He said. She looked up at him without a word. “You need to be careful how you speak to me.” He said. She scoffed, “is that a threat?” She asked. He shrugged. “You’re not the boss of me okay? You need to be put in your place.” She stood up as she talked. “No. You’re done running your little mouth.” He said and she laughed. “Or what? You’ll kill me? Do it.” She said and got in his face. “Laser me Milk Boy.” She challenged. He stared at her with hate and something else she couldn’t place.

“What got nothing to say?” Before she could say another word his lips were on hers. She didn’t kiss back but tried to shove him away. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He growled and she let out a breath she was holding. “Oh so now you have nothing to say?” He asked. It was her turn to kiss him and he pulled her body closer to him. Her hands laced themselves through his hair as she deepened the kiss. His hands gripped her ass, making her gasp. He took this as an opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth. She felt sick to her stomach at what she was doing but it felt so good. He was a pretty good kisser that she almost forgot she needed air. She pulled away breathing hard, “Make this worth my while and fuck me.” She said. He smirked and picked her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the table and laid her on it. Her suit was revealing enough that his lips could almost touch her nipples. She let out a moan as he sucked her boobs and left hickies all over them. “Just so everyone knows you’re mine.” He mumbles against them. He moves down to her covered pussy. “I can practically smell your arousal.” He said and he ripped open her suit. She looked up at him in shock but he shrugged. “It was in the way.” Vought was gonna kill her. She wasn’t wearing panties so he leaned down and took a big sniff of her wet pussy. He basically moaned at the smell and chuckled. “Fuck.” He said and licked her pussy.

She gasped out feeling his tongue. He chuckled and decided to suck on her clit. Her body shook as the man put his awful mouth to good use. Her head was thrown back on the table as soft moans fell from her lips. His gloved hands were placed on her thighs as he ate her like she was his last meal. When she was about to cum he pulled away and she looked up at him with a glare. It softened when she saw her pussy juice on his face. He wore it proudly too, not daring to wipe it off. He pulled down his suit pants and boxers to reveal with long and hard cock. Y/N’s eyes widen at the sight.

The man was already cocky but this made it worse. She sat up and was face to face with him. He leaned in and kissed her but this time it wasn’t heavy. She took his dick in her hand as they kissed causing him to moan into the kiss. Her hand positioned him at her entrance and she pulled his hips so he entered her. They both gasped as he stretched her out. Her walls were tight but it felt so good. They kissed for a few more seconds until he pulled away and began thrusting. She whined and her head fell back giving him access to her neck. He leaned down and kissed her throat.

He felt her swallow and decided to suck. She gripped the table that began to make noise as his thrust got faster. Her other hand was laced through his hair. “John.” She moaned and his eyes nearly rolled back. “I fucking love it when you call me that.” He groans out. The sound of his hips slapping into hers was heard throughout the room along with their moans. He pulled away from her throat and pushed her back on the table. She gasped and look up to see him staring at her with dark eyes. “I plan to fuck you on every seat every thing in this room.” He told her and groaned loudly as he came inside of her with no protection or care in the world.

#the boys amazon #the boys #the boys imagine #the boys tv #the boys season 4 #homelander #homelander x reader #homelander imagine #homelander smut #homelander x you #antony starr

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longtimenospooning-luci · 3 years ago

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Azalea's, Camelia's and Rhododendron's Chapter Three

Summary: Life always seemed to throw bullshit your way. A bullshit childhood, a bullshit family with the exception of your older brother, a bullshit bodyguard team because of aforementioned older brother… To say you were tired of it would be an understatement. You just wanted to bask in your self-made richness as a bestselling author, all by yourself being the key point, and pretend you're not doing it to avoid your trauma. But now you have to deal with seven incredibly hot, stubborn and frustrating men forcibly barging into your life against both of your wishes and ruining your peaceful silence. So, if they were going to be hardheads, you'll be one right back.

Pairing: Bts x reader, featuring older brother Bang Chan and a dickhead ex to be revealed later on.

Chapter Warnings: Dickhead Do-Yun talking about the deal, cursing, brief mention of throwing up, implication of abuse, now all of the boys are guilty babies who don't know how to apologize.

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Word Count: 2.5k

Ya'll know that one Elmo meme where he's just standing there in a pit of fire with his arms out and the :] face?

Yea that was your mind right now with Do-Yun's ugly mug right in front of you.

Y/N who? She gone. Exe has stopped working. Windows File error with the deep 'DUN' to go with it and the infinite pop-ups. Brain has said 'peace out homie!' The ice-cream has vacated the waffle cone to disappointingly go splat on the sidewalk if you get my drift.

Surprisingly, it's Taehyung who first notices something is wrong. You've frozen up mid step like you did the morning of the incident, but what really piques his interest is that Namjoon reacts like that too.

There's an honestly fugly looking creep standing in their way to the valet curb and the two of you are staring the clown down like he's the Boogie Man. If only Taehyung knew he wasn't that far off in that assessment. Since he stopped to observe the odd behavior, Jimin stopped too, and that caused a domino effect. The six of them watching the weird three way showdown, no one moving or breaking the silence until Creepy McCreep decides to do just that.

"Y/N darling, how are you? It's been so long…" They find the way you jump and recoil into yourself at his voice extremely odd. But what shocks them is Namjoon moving in front of you, shielding your figure behind his back.

"I suggest you keep your mouth shut and go about your business." Namjoon grits out the words, his hands in fists at his sides. The boys have been with each other for a long time, it's hard to make Namjoon angry, and yet here he is looking ready to bash this dudes face in. They are completely perplexed by the situation, but if their leader is angry over the presence of a stranger related to a client, then they know the situation is serious.

"Oh, what's this? Y/N, love have you replaced me? Surely you haven't stooped so low while I've been away?" the Cheshire grin on his face gives off bad vibes in waves, they notice the way he eyes Namjoon like the dirt on his shoes, and they don't like it. He's practically feeling you up with his gaze and not a second more of hesitation is taken as they move into action, using their bodies to wall you into their formation and out of sight. They see the way you're shrinking further, and they really don't like it, your spitfire IDGAF confident attitude has disappeared completely. The change unsettles them and as much as the other morning was a shitshow they'd rather have that version of you than this one.

Namjoon turns his head slightly to the side, murmuring calm assurances to you, and then quickly locks eyes with the boys. It's the look he always gives them when they need to take extreme measures to ensure a threat doesn't get near a client, and they mentally steel themselves.

Coincidentally, or maybe even unfortunately, Jungkook and Yoongi's positions are to flank the sides of their clients. Which means they have to walk angled inwardly at you and keep a hand on your arm or back. When Jungkook places a hand on your bicep he drops it as if you burned him, your whole body had flinched at his touch. Yoongi takes note of this and they quickly share a glance, he holds out his hand for you to see and slowly moves it to the middle of your back. When you don't flinch, Jungkook does the same and replaces his hand lightly on your arm.

During this whole ordeal the douche in front of them has been talking shit, trying to get your attention. Getting increasingly frustrated when he notices you aren't paying attention anymore and neither is Namjoon. The leader had been watching the boys adjust in order to move, waiting for their nods, tuning the prick out completely in favor of watching your mental state. That all stops when the next words come tumbling out of the assholes mouth, and Namjoon isn't the only one who looks like he wants to commit murder.

"Did daddy dearest fetch a good price for you with this one? I can't imagine got paid nearly as much as I would have given. Or did mommy do it in his stead since you threw your tantrum and got him thrown in jail before our wedding?" You snapped your head up in anger at the mention of your parents, your eyes swirling with hatred for the man before you.

Jungkook being the hothead he is tried to step away from you to go give the bastard a nice right hook, he certainly didn't like you but hearing the implication that this sicko tried to buy you makes him see red. Jin has to grab the neck of his shirt to stop him, much like the rest of them he'd love to let the youngest wreak havoc but they have a professional reputation to uphold. However, this was the perfect opportunity for you to slip out of the human wall while they were focused on him, snatching the retractable metal baton strapped to Jungkook's belt in the process and flicking your wrist to extend the bar.

Your gait is powerful as you stalk toward the man, decked out in thousands of dollars worth of luxury brands that make you look like a goddamn Amazon Queen. Yoongi thinks to himself that he would actually pay good money to watch you beat the shit out of the guy, but he really doesn't want to get fired from the company for letting a client use one of their weapons to hurt someone. He resigns to let Namjoon stop you though, having half a mind to hope he does and the other half hoping he doesn't.

However, Hoseok is the one who ends up stopping you as you raise your arm to strike the now cowering man. You whip your head with a fire in your glare at the culprit of your halted movements, standing tall next to you with a hand wrapped around your wrist. He says nothing as he levels your stare and it strangely calms your ire, as if you know Hoseok won't let him off even if he did stop you. The hand gripping your wrist moves up to grab the baton and you let him take it from your grip, his other arm comes around in front of you to guide you behind him as he shifts his stance to face the coward in front of you.

"Like my leader said, I suggest you shut your mouth and scurry along like the rat you are. If I hear so much as another word out of your mouth I won't hesitate to lay your ass out right here on this sidewalk. Do I make myself clear?"

It's incredibly satisfying watching the fear flush through Do-Yun's face at Hoseok's words, and you think for now you'll take this as a stepping stone to retribution. Your bodyguard steps away from your ex without bothering to wait for a response and places a hand on your wrist again, pulling you along to the car with the rest of the boys in tow. The ride home is just as silent as the ride into town, but strangely no one feels awkward or the lingering feelings of hatred from the other day.

You rupture the silence when Yoongi pulls the SUV into the pristine garage of your home.

"Namjoon, I'm going to assume from your behavior earlier that you figured it out, and I really don't have the energy to deal with my brother's overprotectiveness right now. Could you call him sometime today and ask him to contact our lawyer? And don't let him storm over here please I might actually go insane if he does." Your voice is calm and even as you speak and everyone has their attention focused on you, not bothering to make a move to get out of the car yet.

The look he gives you is full of something Jin would describe as guilt and maybe even despair, simply nodding his head and moving to open the door. Namjoon knows something serious about you and he obviously failed to let the others in on the secret, and as they all make their way into the manor they decide they'll get it out of him whether he likes it or not.

They all stay silent in the mansion foyer until the soft click of your bedroom door closing can be heard. Jungkook pipes up first, a bite to his tone. "You wanna tell us what the fuck just happened, hyung?" Jin would normally scold him for speaking like that to his elders but at this point he can't deny it isn't warranted. He almost expects Namjoon to fight them on this and refuse to say anything, but he simply lets out a sigh and asks them to follow him. They spread out in the spacious guest room that has been claimed by their leader, watching him as he gathers some files out of a desk drawer and walks over to sit at the chaise; putting the manila folders down on the surface of the coffee table in front of him.

"It's not much and it's not definite but it wasn't that hard to connect the dots after witnessing her behavior that morning." Jimin gets up as the man speaks, taking a file and opening it as he returns to his spot, flipping through the printed article headlines one by one as a feeling of horror trickles through him as each piece falls into place.

He looks up to lock eyes with Jungkook and then Yoongi, swallowing down the bile in his throat, addressing the leader without moving his gaze from his two brothers. "How long have you known?" The shake in his voice sets the others on edge, so Taehyung takes the folder out of Jimin's hands to look at the information in question. "I started looking into it that night, It took me the whole night to put all of the pieces together. I had to dig into news archives to figure out how it started." The sharp inhale Taehyung takes as he listens to Namjoon's response while looking at the papers makes Jimin think he's figured it out too.

By this point Jungkook being the person he is, has grown tired of the cryptic words and the pale faced expressions of shock from his hyungs. He gets up and snatches one of the folders for himself, ignoring the protests of the others that he shouldn't open it and look. Standing by the table he turns each page with more aggression than the last, his eyes flitting across the words in a frenzy, until eventually he lets the papers drop out of his hands. A crawling vine of guilt has grown its way up his body and wraps itself around his throat, his hands shake at the breathless feeling it gives him and the constriction of his chest aches in ways he's never felt before.

In his turmoil the rest of the boys with the exception of Yoongi have passed along the file Jimin grabbed and look at the last one out with apprehension and pity. The man in question gets up from his spot at the end of Namjoon's bed and picks up the stapled stack of papers Jungkook dropped. He reads through them without any emotions on his face and steady hands, only cracking his exterior when he looks up to Namjoon. "That was him, wasn't it?" The lifelessness in his voice sends a chill through the others. The leader responds to his hyung with a soft 'yes' and Yoongi feels like his knees are going to give out.

With a nod of his head he turns on his heel and makes his way out of Namjoon's room, each step he takes in the hallway towards his room the grip of his hand on the papers intensifies. Upon closing the door he casts the papers to the floor and nearly runs to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before his body wretches the acid in his chest out into the bowl. The guilt settles in his chest like a cement chain around his heart and he doesn't know how he's going to face you again now that he knows what he does.

Downstairs Jungkook is in a similar state and he doesn't know what to do with himself. He's regarded you with the same attitude he developed in your brothers office since he was told you were going to be their client. Never in his career has he come across a client like you, much less a heiress like you that didn't fit the mold he knew so well. Thinking he could speak to you that way in order to get the contract nullified was now his biggest regret, he expected you to react like any other pompous rich kid would at the first signs of disrespect from someone under them.

Amidst the internal turmoil in the house and the hushed whispers of the remaining members in Namjoon's bedroom as he speaks to your brother on the phone, you slip out of your room and into the office. You keep one of your favorite books on the second floor shelves, preferring to have easy access to it in order to climb into the circular window nook. Its outfitted with a memory foam cushion that rises a quarter of the way up the sides, set onto the wall like a normal cushion would be stapled into a chair or indoor bench. Your favorite fluffy blanket sits in one of the carved out cubbies in the upper part of the circle, you climb in and grab it after finding the book, laying back against the large square pillow and propping your feet up against the crescent shaped wall.

You open the book to your favorite page, letting the words in the poem wash over your feelings, settling your mind into the clarity you crave. You let yourself get lost in the stanzas, knowing come tomorrow you'll have to face the men in your home who undoubtedly now know one of your darkest secrets. Closing your eyes for a second, the visage of your fathers face warped in hatred and disgust flashes in your mind. Jolting up, you despise the fear that slithers its way into your chest, squeezing the air out of your lungs. Life really won't let you have a goddamn break will it?

I wish I could cry as easy as the sky. The tears don’t come as easily now. They’re stuck inside my soul.

It’s empty and I am afraid Do you feel the emptiness? I guess it’s my own fear from within. I should be brave and battle that fear but it’s a war that’s gone on for so damned long. I’m tired.

The children are growing and the tears in my eyes are flowing. Missing the growth of them is like missing the seasons change, missing the roses that bloom in spring and missing snowflakes falling in winter. How many more years do I have to miss? The years won’t stop for me or for them and why should they? They will continue to blossom and bloom and my life will continue to stand still like a silent pond.

- The Noonday Demon, Andrew Solomon

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Why Don’t We Kiss Goodnight?

Oneshot, Quackity x gn!reader, 1.3k words, 3+1 times you kiss Quackity

The first time you two kissed, it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal.

It was New Year’s Eve, and you and Alex had found yourselves at a party. The crowd was thick, the music loud, and the spirits were high. After a good amount of time socializing, he found his way to you with a sloppy grin on his face.

“Hey!” The flush on his cheeks indicated to you that he might be a little more than tipsy. “So I realized something.” His tone turned a bit more contemplative than you’d thought was warranted given the situation at hand (see: red solo cup threatening to slosh over, heartbeat nearly indistinguishable from the bass of the music reverberating around the house).

“Go on,” you prompted, curious.

“I realized I don’t have anyone to kiss when midnight strikes. Would you be willing to help me out?”

“Hmm.” You tried to choose your words carefully. This could have… consequences.

He had noticed your hesitation. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal! Just a kiss, just this once,” he assured you.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” you agreed, and though it might not be the best idea, you would later blame the alcohol coursing through your veins for your decision-making, or lack thereof. I mean, who wouldn’t want to no-strings-attached kiss their cute best friend during New Year’s? Anyone would’ve agreed, you tried to convince yourself.

Later that night, as the countdown began, you found yourself packed into a sea of people. Ten. Your head spins, the noise and movement starting to disorient you. Nine. You find him across the room.

Eight. You lock eyes. You share a smile.

Seven. You start to wade through the crowd.

Six. Five. He reaches out for you.

Four. You grab his hand, letting him pull you in.

Three. Two. You’re chanting together, his voice somehow prevailing above the swell of the crowd.

One. Your faces, each clad in a smile, collide and the two of you lock lips.

Happy New Year!

***

The second time you kissed him, it was to prove a point.

You had managed to drag yourself out of bed for a hastily put together “New Year’s Day Hangover Brunch,” as Karl had dubbed it. A few of you had sat together in a diner, chatting fondly over greasy food. Sapnap piped up. “Was I wasted last night or did I see you two kissing?” He shoots an incredulous glance and you and Alex. You’re seated across the table, but the embarrassment at being called out scalds you both the same.

Alex shrugged and feigned indifference. “It was New Year’s bro, you gotta kiss someone on New Year’s,” he had said around a sip of coffee, hoping the mug would obscure the blush rising to his cheeks. It didn’t.

You nodded in agreement. “Sometimes you gotta kiss the homies, no big deal.” You avoided eye contact.

Karl chimed in then, hoping to get further fun out of embarrassing you two. “Well, how was it?” He prodded in a singsong voice.

Alex was still hiding behind that mug. “It was fine,” he shrugged again.

This set you off. “Fine?! If I remember correctly, you couldn’t get enough of me!” Embarrassment forgotten, you needed to save your pride.

“Bro I was drunk,” he had protested, scarlet engulfing his cheeks fully at that point. “And besides, I didn’t say it was bad, I just said it was fine.”

You’d heard enough. Time to prove your worth. “Alright then, come over here and let me show you what I can really do.” Your friends goaded him on. And Alex, unable to back down from a challenge, rose from his seat and crossed the table, with his hands balled at his side and a small “fine,” muttered under his breath.

When he reached you, you grabbed his face, firmly yet gentle, and leaned in. When your lips connected, your thoughts yelled at you. What the hell am I doing? But you were stubborn, and he was kissing you back, and his lips tasted like maple syrup. It was tender, and passionate, and frankly, a little too much for a diner at midday.

You detached, breathless. He stared at you, pupils wide.

“Well?” You said with a smirk. You knew you had won this one.

“Yeah, fine, okay, you’re a great kisser,” he murmured, going back to his seat. The table was quiet. You bit into your waffle to have something to do.

Unlike the two of you, Karl had recovered from the scene and had gotten bored. He cleared his throat. “So anyway, what’s everyone’s New Year’s resolution?” The chatter returned, and if the blush didn’t subside from you or Alex’s cheeks for upwards of an hour, nobody mentioned it.

***

The third time you two kissed, he feared he might be in too deep. There was no going back now.

The two prior incidents were behind you, only being brought up in passing as a kind-of-but-not-really funny joke (“haha remember that time we kissed?” “Which time hahaha”). You’d settled back into your normal with Alex, trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he got a bit closer than usual. This was one of those times. He had invited you over for a movie night.

When the movie had ended, you playfully jabbed at him, teasing that he’d nearly fallen asleep. You turned your head to look at him and were surprised to meet his gaze; he hadn’t fallen asleep, he’d been too busy admiring you to even watch the movie.

Suddenly it felt as if his eyes had pinned you in place; you suddenly realized how close the two of you had gotten. Every part of you where you were connected felt like fire, skin on skin burning you from the inside out. It was as if lightning was about to strike, every hair on your body standing on end, alert at the charge in the air, hot and electrified, nearly suffocating you as the moment dragged on infinitely.

And then he kissed you.

It felt like the punctuation at the end of a sentence, a natural conclusion.

When you pulled away, it was as if a million words were said in the silence before he pulled you back in. This kiss was different. It was deadly serious. There was no joke, no punchline, just your breaths mingling among soft lips.

You didn’t know what this kiss meant. You didn’t know what it meant for the future of your relationship. But you knew you didn’t have to worry about it. There you two were, and there you two had always been. You knew it was always leading up to that moment, and he knew that there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it if he wanted to. It was destiny, two trains on the same track; not a matter of if you would crash, but when.

It didn’t go much farther than that; you’d stopped your wandering hands before they could find anything interesting. Regardless, something had changed, or rather, clicked into place. He hadn’t said it, but you knew he had been waiting for that moment, the moment when the two of you stopped kidding around and got together for real. Hell, he nearly pushed the words into your mouth with his tongue. It had only been the third time you kissed Alex, but you knew you were into a lifetime more. And you were ready to dive in headfirst.

***

The hundredth time you kissed, it was a quick peck before one of you left to run errands that morning. Like the first kiss, it wasn’t meant to be a big deal, and like the second, his lips tasted like maple syrup. But like the third kiss, it said so much without any words. The unspoken I love you passed between your lips like a secret handshake that had become muscle memory. You cherished every kiss with him, but you didn’t linger on it, knowing you’d one day kiss him for the two hundredth, five hundredth, and thousandth time.

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