#i think most of us would get pretty snippy at that point too

[dragonlights]

Like I don't Post about drama but vis a vis predestro's Tumblr ban, like. I don't necessarily think it's a good thing that we on the Internet have become so desensitized to threats of violence that we use them as jokes, but like.... That's been Tumblr culture for, what, a decade now? At least four years. Almost definitely longer.

And like. I've seen so much worse. Folks admitting to sending asks telling others to kill themselves!! Folks outright wishing x/y person killed themselves!!! Folks harassing trans folks (esp. trans women!)

But what gets this one lady banned was her man door hammer hand car boom-ass post???

Like, talk about enforcing the TOS from the wrong angle.

I totally get that part of it is "this person had their rule breaking reported en masse so something happened" but shouldn't the severity of the response have more to do with the severity of the offense, rather than how many people reported that user?

Like. The fact that we have to do mass reports to get anything to happen to anyone is ridiculous.

And, the fact that INCORRECT mass reports aren't punished more is also ridiculous.

There's also no report function for discriminatory content, or for seeing users harass each other. So... If you're not the one being harassed, your report does... Nothing??

Unless you, what scroll through someone's blog looking for things you could report as threatening violence??

On the "I hope every politician dies" webbed site???

There's obviously something fucky with their reporting system- either the way that reports are handled, or the way the severity of the reports are being judged.

Cause right now, it looks like they got a flood of reports from TERFs, photomatt saw a post about him, and went "well, fuck it, get her out of here" without looking at the context of HER BEING HARASSED FOR AGES. And that the post in question- the only one I saw shared!- was almost certainly a vent post for Said Situation that was...

Comically mishandled?

Like this one?

Like. Look. Do I think maybe at some point, on the "way too comfortable with violence on people I see as Wrong in some way" webbed site, a popular user said something that could actually be construed as a threat, and due to rampant transmisogyny got, got her shit reported?

Yeah, I can see that.

I don't follow her blog too closely, I know she does a lot of hyperbolic stuff. (as is Done on this Web site, again... I've almost certainly rb'd things just as bad)

But the example photomatt uses is hilariously bad and so obviously not a threat, and one would think, IN LIGHT OF THERE BEING ALLEGATIONS OF TRANSPHOBIA ON THEIR TEAM FOR YEARS, THEY WOULD BRING OUT A MORE CREDIBLE PIECE OF EVIDENCE THAN A LOONY-TOONS ASS DEATH WISH.

Just. The bar was on the ground and they still fumbled It! Fucking! Amazing!

[lvrboy-inc]

“Siren” — K.M.

꒰: Précis | After a shitty breakup with a subpar man, you find yourself drawn to the lights and sleaze of the nearest bar. Drink away your problems or fuck and forget them with the bartender who’s hot as hell.

꒰: Disclaimer(s) | Incubus Bartender!Satoru x virgin!reader, dirty talk, praise, coercion, praise, spitting, hair pulling, PRAISE, pet names (♡)

꒰: Word Count ; 10.2k

꒰: Sweetest Sin Masterlist

“You seem tense, handsome..”

————

Starting your night off with a shitty breakup and one two many drinks might’ve not been the best route to take. In hindsight at least.

Your co-workers had already urged you to break it off with the less than desirable man who could barely breathe without working your nerves and not only that—trying to make you work in the bedroom. 

It was an endless cycle of  “You get on top, work for me.” and never him using the hips that God gave him to work you out—always ending in a resounding turn off, consistently followed up with, “Next time for sure.” So, after he had started an argument, ending in trauma being spat out in a fit of anger, you felt thankful, grateful, blessed even that he gave you a reason.

But..all breakups are hard to get over. Whether they were a long time coming or not, it’s always a shitty experience. 

What’s always the best unhealthy coping mechanism for such..? A drink, of course.

“A drink.”

That was the intention..but you wound up getting more plastered than expected and crying out your woes to the bartender who had only asked whether you’d be putting things on your tab or card for the night. 

He was charismatic—maybe because of the job description and having to be a poster boy for such a place. Sweet talking drinks into vulnerable people so he could get tips and points from his boss for making them profit. It was a good hustle, respectable and fun.

Not to mention..he was damn good at it.

After a bit of a slurred exchange of words, you’d gotten to know a few things about him: His name, Satoru, Satoru Gojo. 28, graduated college with a psych major, infinitely and criminally tall—6’3 to be exact—and to your surprise, swung both ways. Often.

You found yourself asking stupid questions just so he would slide your way from the other customers.

“I’m starting to think I should cut you off,” He teased after about the 5th call over.

You raised up your head to rest in the palm of your hand, running your index over the rim of the golden-lined glass he’d refilled so many times now. Some of it you drank, most of it you babysat. “I’m pacing myself alright..” You’d slur out with a mild puffing of your cheeks.

“Oh yeah? Your cheeks are flushed, hun. Unless that’s just from staring too long.” The way he pointed out your fluster so obviously couldn’t have made it go down any.

“You’re too cocky..‘m holding over fine.” A bit snippy but he laughed heartily, drying off a used glass with the hand towel he’d kept attached to his hip. 

Even from this distance, you could just tell he smelled nice. Maybe it was the already alcoholic aroma that the rather sleazy place held but you could’ve sworn there were hints of cologne—expensive cologne—that mingled with it. 

Those piercing blues he had, barely dimmed out by the lighting of the establishment flickered over you and a slick smile spread across his lips. “Then, please, I’m at your disposal. Need another drink, pretty boy?”

An initial sound of surprise came with the name but you turned away from him slightly and blew a stray strand of hair from in front of your eyes. “No..”

“Ah, so you did just want to talk to me.”

“Shut up..don’t you have a job to do?” You quickly retorted with a harsh roll of eyes. 

Shrugging, he waved a small goodbye. Not before adding on a small, “You’re technically a part of it..”

And in another moment, you were back to eating up the eye candy. In your mild boredom, you opened up your phone to see your shitty ex spamming you across every platform imaginable—TikTok, Insta, Snap, Facebook, hell, he went as far as to email you. He was hooked and just seeing the mass notifications made you want to throw the whole device away.

That’s when you got a really..really bad idea.

About an hour went by and the promiscuous bartender had paid you a few more stops of his own volition. Each encounter got more and more..suggestive, to say the least.

From mild flirting to him finally saying, “My eyes are up here, you know.” when yours were drifting.

“Obviously..but that’s not really the objective.” 

He visibly was caught off guard by your comment, going as far as to lean his arms forward onto the bar top, eyes now boring into your soul it felt like as he purred out a response. “Oh? And what might your objective be? You’ve been eyeing me since you walked in, can’t help but feel you undressing me.”

“I’m not some sort of pervert—you’re making it sound worse than it is.” Furrowing your brows slightly, he tilted his head in that oh-so innocent fashion.

It was hard to not crack a smile.

“I am,” He admitted smoothly, now actively ignoring a small trio of women at the end of the counter. “But, you didn’t answer my question.”

With one last adjustment of his neck, he was staring right at you. “What’s your objective here, pretty boy?”

“Is it not obvious?” 

“Terribly. But, I’d just love it if you could use your words. Give me something worth listening to and blowing off customers for.” His tone, his posture, his eyes—God, this is what true temptation feels like.

Working up the courage which..didn’t take long, thanks to liquid confidence, you squared your shoulders a bit to meet his gaze properly. “My objective is you. Is that so hard to piece together?”

“Don’t talk about things being hard right now.”

…

A round of silence and you were pulling a pen out of his breast pocket, you went along and grabbed his notepad as well. “And what are you doing now?”

“Giving you my cell..obviously.” Quipping back, you started to jot down the series of numbers before his slender fingers were pulling the parchment down so your focus was back on him once more.

He flashed that award-winning smile and stood up straight again. “No need. My shift ends in 30.”

Oh, he was confident.

“Make it 25. My place or yours?” 

Finally, the women at the end had gotten more than impatient and wound up calling out a not-so passive, aggressive, “Bartender!” from down the way to which he cast a small grin your way.

“Duty calls.” He said briefly and then, he was gone again. Was he serious..? Maybe the drinks were really just getting to you but Lord..the way he spoke to you, sized you up—he wanted to talk about undressing people with their eyes? Please. 

You could almost feel how he was defiling you in his head.

Among other things, you decided to down the rest of your drink and ultimately did put it on your tab. Once he’d taken down his apron and you had gathered the remnants of your heart that had led you to this point, you both were walking out with an air of civility…

Such a stark contrast to the debauchery that was promising the night.

Initially, you’d offered to take your car but he waved a hand with a chuckle, pointing over to a white Mustang GT sitting pretty in the parking lot. “I’ll get my co-worker to keep an eye on your ride for the night. You can come get it in the morning, ‘kay, handsome?”

“Should I feel insulted..?” 

He looked around for a bit before looking back down at you. “I don’t know, are you into that sorta thing?”

“Do you always talk to people like this?”

“Hm, like what?” Peering in closer, he dug his keys out of his pocket, twirling them around his index for a moment before resting them in his palm.

Crossing your arms and beginning the path to his car, you spoke, “Like a slut.”

“Are you not one too, though?” He drawled, purposely keeping his strides slow just so you could keep up easily in your dwindling intoxication. “I mean, you came to my place of work, talked me up, now, we’re heading back to your place—is that not slut behavior?”

You got ready to make another smart comment but wound up falling short and simply digging an elbow into his ribs that elicited a pained groan followed by light laughter. 

He was enjoying this way too much. 

Even on the ride home, he wouldn’t let up in his relentless teasing fit. With the low rumbling of the smooth engine carrying you across the streets of the night city, he held one hand on the wheel whilst the other rested on the gear shift. 

Every so often though, he’d try and drift his fingers over..over and up to your thigh which made you crane your neck to give him a sideways glance. “We’re not even halfway there yet..” You chastised lowly to which he moved his hand down, giving your thigh a playful squeeze instead of the devilish wandering it’d been doing before.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is foreplay not your thing?” Scoffing lightly, he shook his head and briefly peeled his eyes away from the road to look over you once again—it was becoming a habit. “I thought maybe you’d be as eager as I am—seeing as you’re the one who came onto me, after all.”

Rolling your eyes instinctively, you turned to face the window a bit. “Barely..I gave hints and you took them to ten fold. And I do like foreplay, seeing as my ex lacked the ability…I just wouldn’t want it to wind up with us fogging up these windows.”

“Please, I wouldn’t fuck you in my car,” He said it quick, as if he was a bit offended at the proposition. “I respect my baby better than to make a mess of either of you in here.”

That shut you up rather quickly.

You let your head make a small thud against the cold glass with an audible, “Hmph.” But, it was rather deterred when your hand moved over his, dragging it up further until it basically rested on the junction of your hips and leg. He didn’t make a comment and neither did you, save for the way your body spoke, pressing your thighs lightly together to hold his hand there.

Regardless, the rest of the drive was calm and when you’d arrived back to your quaint condo, just a bit out from the center of the cityscape, he turned the keys out of the ignition and got out of the driver’s side door. 

Moving to open up the door, you started to get out before he was right there in front of it, closing it back. “What the hell?” You exclaimed, given the roughness of the pushback.

He took a few moments before opening the door so gently and leaning down to your sitting level. “You’re trying to rob me of my gentlemanly status, pretty boy. Can’t have that now, can we?” With that, he extended a flat palm your way which you took—not without a low, grumbled string of complaints at his dramatacism. 

You fumbled with your keys for a split second before getting up to the door. Satoru loomed behind you, making a small shiver trail over your spine—that cologne was his.

Once getting inside, you were greeted by your precious feline companion who, instead of rubbing against your ankles, circled through Satoru’s. He gave a deep laugh of amusement, crouching down to scratch behind the furry friend’s ear to which he purred and mewed in response. “What’s its name?”

“His name is Dot.” You gave back, just the slightest bit jealous that the cat had taken a bigger liking to the house guest than the man who fed him every day. “He usually doesn’t like house guests..” A mild jab at the pet who was jingling and purring as Satoru catered to his sweet spots.

Though..after enough time and playful back and forth, just getting to know one another, flirting..whispering..trading spit..things got much more hot and heavy much quicker than you expected.

Once he’d had his tongue down your throat, it tasted..sweet. Not even in the metaphorical sense but like a literal syrup—an addictively sweet taste that had your head spinning..hazy, even. 

Your back was already flat against the bed and he was taking his time..so much so you were getting impatient. Breaking the seal between your spit-drenched lips with a soft pwah, he was breathing right into your mouth. He trailed his hand up along the column of your throat and finally, a thumb was swiping across your bottom lip, pressing down on it just to get a glimpse of your lower set.

“Somethin’ wrong..?” God..how did he sound even more sultry than before..? All panting, just as his low-lidded eyes fell on yours. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out now..”

Just for a moment, you were speechless. Now, you were really feeling the effects. Kissing’s never felt this good before..ever. And that haze from before? It was becoming a lot more prominent. “My head..feels weird..” You breathed out, finding yourself gradually heating up..from the inside.

“Ah, you’re catching on, pretty boy.” Catching on? To what exactly?

Instead of giving any sort of reassurance, his knee was creating friction along your jeans that were already straining. It was all so warm..hot, burning..something was off and all you could trace it back to was the man on top of you now. “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten an easy mark like you..you really did make this way too easy, handsome.” He purred, trailing kisses and nips down your collarbones—exposed by your loose hanging shirt—and down, down, down.

It was so heated, every touch he showered your body with, even the simple action of him sliding his fingertips under your tee and dragging the fabric up was enough to make you squirm.

“What are you..talking about..?” You managed to say, relatively snapping back to a bit of reality. Despite how he was already kissing down from where your ribs connected under your skin, past your midsection and laving his tongue over your navel—it was obvious he was avoiding your questions.

Deft fingers picked apart the button of your pants, leaving them hanging open until he was back over top of your face. Satoru was analyzing your features, each twitch and shift in expression—the effect he was having on you. 

It was utterly adorable.

Watching that stressed, pretty face all night, going from ranting and raving about a man who could hardly be called such to opening up into his own drunken desire and now laid out underneath him—fuck, it was a head rush.

“You seem tense, handsome..” The name rolled off his tongue like a vice and you could’ve sworn you were hooked. “Are you finally realizing what you got yourself into, hm?”

It was only a second. You blinked, eyes already squinting through each glance up at him and before you knew it he wasn’t..him anymore. With each passing open and shut rhythm it was something:

First his teeth, he was speaking but God knows you weren’t tuned in. Then the hands that had once been so soft, neatly cut and filed down grew into something sharp—clawed. And finally, there were those damn horns. You wished, hoped prayed that you were just too out of it to really be seeing straight but..it was real.

That cute bartender, the one who had teased and teased, led you on and wrapped you around his finger for the night..was a demon. An incubus at that—which, when it dawned on you, became even more of a problem.

Obviously, the first reaction was panic, a widespread “fight or flight” response that gradually was dimmed out. Next thing you knew, he was laughing..like, genuinely, cracking the fuck up. He could see the struggle in your eyes, the burning want, the need to fight back but oh..that little party trick from earlier was doing its job.

“Shh, shhh..it’s alright, nothin’ to worry your pretty little head about. Relax f’me..thaaat’s it..” He was speaking so slowly, so tauntingly, it felt like he was dumbing you down with his voice alone. “Fun fact about incubi—their spit counts as raw aphrodisiac..”

He leaned in closer, licking away a stray tear that had rolled down to the peak of your cheekbone before disappearing onto the warmth of his tongue. “And another fun fact..you kiss like a fuckin’ pornstar.” Already, his mouth was in desperate need of some soap.

If it’d stopped there, that would’ve been ideal. You could barely think straight, poor thing. A little too turned on for a first time, scared out of your wits, and still..still wanting to go further. You wanted him to take you further.

“Don’t you worry about a siiingle thing,” A low purr would escape him as his hands’ earlier work at your shirt finally finished, sliding it up and over your head until it was then pulled right around your wrists—he made it so. “Let me do allll that fuckin’ work for you. I told you you’re a part of my job, didn’t I..?”

You took in a shuddering breath, head instinctively flicking over to the side with a subtle roll of your hips. Oh-so absentmindedly your movements were..because as his nails made their tracings along your skin—from your chest, where he leaned all the way down just to shower your sensitive buds with the utmost attention, to how his palms then rubbed over your hips—you were just grinding.

Grinding it out on the rough fabric covering his knee as he steadily worked you over. His tongue felt..different. As in, before, it was..softer, more inviting, cute even. But now..? God, it could’ve wrapped around your cock twice and still reach the base with ease. That was a bet.

He was reveling in the series of whimpers and whines that you drenched his ears with, each one offering up a low, vibrating chuckle against your chest. 

“Mhn.. ‘Toru..” Damn, was that your voice speaking..? Where did all this “Toru” business come from..? Whatever..all you knew was it tasted like heaven in your mouth and like a siren’s call to his brain. “S-stop fuckin’ around already..demon, incubus or not, you got me hot and bothered so deal with it—properly.”

A round of tutting left him as he finally detached himself from your now-swollen nipples, only to go back in to land a bite and minor tug on one of them. Already, the action alone had your legs trying to close up around his, stomach fluttering just from the feeling of his sharp canines digging in. Oh you knew he left a mark. You could already feel it.

Just as quickly as he doled out his physical reprimand, he was back to his affectionate, lewd lapping at your nub, alternating between each and giving whichever was orally unattended, pinches and rolls between his fingers. “I thought you liked foreplay, pretty boy..don’t tell me you got a little impatient and changed your mind?”

“You’ve got the brain of a whore and the body of a virgin—what kinda joke is that?” Sitting back on his haunches, both of his hands crossed over his pelvis, gripping the ends of his shirt as he tugged it off over his head. In all honesty your body had a reaction to that—a small gasp that he undoubtedly heard as well. 

The shocking part wasn’t even the sheer cut of him, no, but the pair of wings that accompanied. A dark, charcoal black that differed so heavily from the pure white that his hair adorned. Stemming from his chiseled shoulder blades like a stalk.

His attention ran right back to you as he readjusted himself between your legs, both hands snaking to your inner thighs as he parted them like a sea: slow and deliberate. One of them trailed up further..coming to rest just before your groin where he splayed his fingers out.

“Hey,” A more baritone call for your attention as he stared you head on. “This is gonna really suck while I’m not inside you so..hold out for me, ‘kay?”

Rubbing soothing circles over where his fingers had found purchase, he rolled his hips forward, cracking that smile that was now sullied by the sharpness of his once-straight and narrow dental set. “You can hold out f’me, right?”

He wasn’t even asking. He talked like it was a fact.

“Nah, I know you can..you can take anything I throw at you..” Before you could even deny it, to tell him to reevaluate his expectations of your threshold, it was in motion. 

The surging energy that he flowed out into your lower body first, then the crackle of electricity that followed suit, gradually descending into a sickening ache inside that felt like an inferno needing to be quelled. You squirmed and writhed, fragile fingers threatened to tear up your sheets as your strained voice caught up in your throat. 

Eyes squeezed shut as you grit your teeth so hard you thought they could’ve cracked from the pressure. He was murmuring words of praise, encouragement, of urging you to endure it. And after a bit, it was less painful and more just a throbbing need that already had you breathless.

“Haah..fuck, what is..God..” The last name was said like it was the worst of profanity as you finally worked up enough gall to look down. Once his hand lifted from its place, that’s when you saw it. 

Right there, just below where your stomach ended and your happy trail began—a fucking womb tattoo. 

No, like, for real. It was engraved in your skin, staining your flesh that same charcoal black with the intricate scrawl of abstract twists all centered around a hollow heart design. 

Fuck how it looked though—your body was screaming.

Just from the proximity alone from Satoru, it was getting harder to breathe, harder to even think straight and his pants weren’t even off yet. Was this the power of a real fucking demon? Able to bring a man to his knees with just a few well-placed touches and words of slutty promise?

“Toruuu..it burns..” A pathetic whine fell from your lips as you ran your hands down to try and soothe the ache. But not only with your shirt tangled up along your wrists but one of his own pinning them back against the headboard, you were stuck. 

That roll of his hips had gotten bolder, more rhythmic..you could feel how much he was into this. Not only by the way he seemed to do it mindlessly, his breathy pants and the slight flutter of his abnormal appendages, but God..the fucking print.

Oh, it was fucking big.

Here he was, trying to keep you under control when he seemed like he would burst at the seams with one wrong move. “I know, I know..I feel it too, baby..” This whole time, he’d been rather composed—you know, while making you fall apart—but even now, it seemed hard for even him to keep himself under control.

“Tell me,” There went that damn tone again, though, instead of that cocky arrogance, it was almost desperate. “Do you want this as much as I do..? Don’t think with your dick right now, as hard as I know that is to do that right now…”

Trailing off, his free hand cupped your jaw, making blown pupils meet the zeroed. You could’ve gotten high off the eye contact alone at this point. “Say the word and I’ll stop—you won’t have to remember this ever happened. You’ll forget everything about me, your body will go right back to how it was and..I’ll be gone.”

“But I’ll miss this face..those eyes, your voice..oh…” No matter how much he was prioritizing you, how much he meant every word he said..he couldn’t help but pray, beg for God to do him a solid and let you say yes to this. “Come on, pretty boy..”

“Talk to me.”

It was less of an asking and much more like a command. Your hesitation was so evident in the way your breath hitched with each labored inhale and exhale. The proposition was set but the real question remained unanswered—were you really about to give up your virginity to an incubus..?

…

Well..yeah.

Making sure you never took your eyes off him, after what felt like an eternity, you uttered, “I crave it, Toru..please, don’t get me all the way here and leave me..I need you. Need to feel you in places I don’t know exist…” And with a final batting of your lashes, you breathed, “..need you to fuckin’ ruin me.”

That did it.

“Goddamn your mouth is so fuckin’ nasty,” Like a flip switched in his brain, he was on you. Gone was the gentle caress of his kiss—replaced by the starved devouring of your lips, teeth and tongue as he finally got serious. “I cannot wait to break you the fuck in.”

And by God did he mean it in every sense of the word. 

His hands were everywhere: your hips, thighs, face, anywhere he could get a feel for you. A feel for the heat that you were radiating and pouring off in gallons. It didn’t take long at all for him to start tugging at the rest of the clothing that was keeping him from what he was gunning for.

Bits and pieces of fabric stripped away like nothing but an inconvenience before being discarded into the growing pile of articles on the floor. Once you were laid out bare in front of him, you faintly caught wind of an instinctive, “Fuck..” Slipping from his mouth before he was already hooking your leg onto his shoulder. 

Even in his haste, he was handling you with sooo much care. His bites felt like nips and grazes before he was leaning in closer..further up until the heated inner of your thigh was burning the side of his face. He stayed there for a moment closing his eyes like he was an aerosol fiend.

But oh, oh when those glaciers met your gaze again, he bit down, hard. Those canines of his were a force to be reckoned with because the yelp that tore from you upon the breaking of skin was awful.

“What the hell, Toru..?” You complained, furrowing your eyebrows down into an expression that was meant to be scolding but you couldn’t deny the way the new addition to your skin was twisting your perception of pain and pleasure oh so deliciously. 

And boy did he know. One turned into two and gradually, your thighs were stained with his saliva and the clear imprint of his teeth—slightly bloodied and hickeys for daaays. 

At one point, you’d closed your legs up around him, a feeble attempt at a timeout but he wasted no time in prying then right back open, lowering his head enough to lick a looong, slow stripe up your neglected cock that had been sitting so pretty on the sidelines. 

You really were acting like a virgin—the simple lick making your hips lift up just a bit before the contact was taken back away. A whimper of protest was heard at the loss of sensation and before you knew it, he was speaking again. “Ahh, is that what you want, pretty boy? Hm?”

Although his eyes were on you right now, he couldn’t help but feel the effects of not only smelling—seeing, touching, breathing—but tasting you on his tongue. All the while with both hands busy and his pants seeming like the greatest obstacle on Earth. But he digressed, bringing up a sharp-nailed hand to press his palm down juuust enough to glide up and dig your length a bit further against your stomach.

“Wanna feel my mouth giving all my attention to this cute cock of yours, hm?” A drawl of a question and you were already getting driven up the wall by the physical aspect that came with it. “Come onnn, what did I say about using your words, sweetheart?”

Did he like..need you to die in the process of all this?

A simpering moan was all your mind could muster up before you let out a light puff, willing yourself to meet those eyes that seemed to be doing more work than anything else right now. “Please, Toru..You’re driving me insane..” Breathless and absolutely helpless—just how he liked you.

The verbal queue was all he needed. With one chuckled out, “Good boyyy.” Oh he was getting to work.

That tongue that had seemingly grown in measure was going alongside with his hands—smooth and soft, yet a little calloused—that took your aching shaft up into his palm. He fucking kissed up, from base to tip and then swiped his tongue back and forth under your sensitive frenulum before using those plump lips to give playful sucks to your weeping slit.

Swirling that aphrodisiac-saliva slick all over until you finally caved, pulling your forearms in front of your eyes and just barely stifling out your voice from behind them. The muscles in your thighs were just shivering, and he hadn’t even taken it all in yet.

God you were fucking hopeless.

Satoru’s hands rubbed soothingly along your inners as he showered your cockhead with sooo much care. It was so much yet still not enough. “Mhn..f-fuck, deeper..please..” Even as you begged for more, your body was following its own rhythm, hips bucking up into the inviting heat of his mouth. “Come on..you’re a..haah, demon, right..? This is your job..right?”

“Then give me more.” You were taken aback by the urgency you held in your voice and he clearly was too—seeing as his tongue stopped its endless movement that had remained focused solely on the tip of your member. And in one, sharp-toothed grin, he was following your words to the letter.

Oh and God could you tell he had the experience of a lifetime. From head to base, he took it alll down. He even did the courtesy of holding his mouth there, swallowing around every delicious inch like it was the sweetest candy he’d ever. Fucking. Tasted.

The sensation was enough to make your head finally fall back into the plush pillow set that decorated the top of your bed, shuddering out a throaty groan and ultimately a sigh of relief. His tongue got back to work, even though he wasn’t moving his head, you could feel the methodical patterns he made along the underside, around—even going as far as to trace the veins that pulsed with each flick.

But when he started to move? Your eyes fluttered back like you were experiencing the first effects of anesthesia. Even with his sharpened set, you didn’t feel one bit of teeth.

The worst fucking part was those damn eyes.

You were avoiding his like a plague but you could feel them burning holes through you as your fingers raked through your hair. Yeah, you’d gotten sucked off before but goddamn, he was sucking the soul out of you. 

Finally, your lids managed to peel open when your legs began to tense up, mindlessly rutting your pelvis up and down, just so desperate for that high you could feel coiling in your stomach. He noticed all the squirming, could taste the bittersweet of pre that dripped into his tongue each time he pulled his head back up—you both knew you were close.

A series of careening moans later and he pulled his lips off of you with a wet pop, putting in the effort to spit directly on the tip, rubbing his thumb over that weeping slit until you were sure you’d cramp up. His hand already picked up where his mouth left off and he was just heaving those barely useful, hot, shuddering, laughing breaths onto the connection of your shaft and head.

“You taste like fuckin’ heaven, pretty boy,” He said with a bit of a cockdrunk smile on his face. Those charcoal wings gave their own fluttering of excitement—now that you were slightly able to focus on something else other than his oral cavity. “I could suck this cock for hours and I’d keep going even when my jaw locks.”

And he wanted to talk about your mouth being nasty?

He brought his other hand to help with the job, left moving in short, up and down motions whilst the other was simply bullying the entrance of your urethra. Your hands, on the other hand, were simply just trying to find purchase on anything you could get them on.

The sheets, the pillow, your own tousled locks—whatever to help you cope with the burning need in your gut. “Oh f-fuck, oh God..‘Toru, Toru..!” You tumbled out in a hurried fashion as both your hands tried to close either ends of the pillow over your face to possibly shield you from the embarrassment..from those damn eyes. “Close.. ‘m close..s-so fuckin’..fuuuck..”

Vocabulary falling short, you heard the deep chuckle that he made, followed up by such a soft coo—all the while he was making you feel euphoric. It couldn’t have felt this good in its own..right? Sure, being a virgin was one thing but you’d gotten handys and blowjobs plenty of times before. It had to be that damn mark..right?

“Look at you..aww, you poor, poor thing,” The lilt in his voice made a whine of annoyance and frustration die out in the pillow that now barely masked your features. “You feelin’ it? My hands, my mouth, my breath..oh it’s just too much isn’t it? If you can’t handle this..”

He trailed off like he finished the sentence once in his head before finally verbalizing it, “Just how are you going to manage with my cock fucking you stupid? Huuh?” 

Automatically, you felt another surge when his words reached your brain—not your ears but after they registered—and you were damn near trembling with the effort to hold back and keep up the tedious conversation. Or, it seemed rather tedious..to you. 

“Can you imagine it already, huh? How it’s gonna feel when I finally sink in, the draaaag..Your eyes going cross when I bottom out, when you can feel me all the way up to your stomach—” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you were sent tumbling over the edge in a fit of muffled profanity and swears.

Once again, that raspy chuckle of his echoed against your walls, only quieted down when his lips wrapped around the twitching and now pulsating head of your cock that emptied out straight into his waiting maw.

He closed his eyes, you heard—and felt—his low hums of appreciation as he drank it all down like he was on the brink of dehydration. As he did, the symbol along your pelvic bone started illuminating the small space it took up. It was almost hypnotizing..

After what seemed like absolutely forever, you fell back into the pillows with strained sounds of your come down, looking down to find Satoru’s glaciers staring right back up at you through those snowy lashes. You’d expected a witty remark but he simply pulled his lips off, holding your softening shaft in one hand as he opened his mouth up.

There, you saw the aftermath of your own premature climax. Immediately, your face lit up with a deep crimson. “Jeez, I thought you swallowed already..!”

He shook his head, smiling cheekily.

“Are you waiting on my say-so..?” 

A bout of silence..then another nod.

You pulled a face, glancing off to the side and only coming back when he gave a few more teasing strokes that made you yelp in frustration. “F-fine..! Swallow, spit, I don’t care..I just..”

“I just want to stop the burning in my stomach..it feels like…I’ll die without it—without you..” You breathed. “So quit fucking around and do me right.”

That did it for him, seeing as he swallowed with haste and stuck his tongue out to reveal the—relatively—empty contents. What he did next was more bold.

Slowly, surely, he raised his head up, peering in over you. Even after all this and such a lack of clothing, the scent of his cologne still drenched your senses and managed to make your vision just a bit hazier in the proximity. All of that amplified ten-fold when he sealed your mouths together.

Sloppy, and riddled with the taste of your own cum, he was taking your breath away with each slick slide of your tongues along one another. A heady mixture of that delicious aphrodisiac and something uniquely his.

This entire time he’d been so patient. Dragging it on for what seemed like absolute ages. So when you felt his hand sneaking down—past your navel, not at all skipping your sensitivity—and finally down to your patient, waiting, hole. 

Just the graze was enough but when two—not one—of his lengthy digits slid in, and his breath began to fan across your face with each break of this kiss..it was showtime.

“Fun fact, pretty boy..” He’d say, curling his fingertips into a spot you couldn’t even reach properly before you met him. “This, this little symbol right here..?”

As your legs were starting to clamp up, he used his free hand to trace over the tattoo embedded into your pelvic bone. “Makes things sooo much easier for me—for us..” Trailing off, he had gotten just mildly carried away as he hit that sweet nerve inside that elicited such a tantalizing sound to drip from your lips. “It gets you all nice and ready for me and I don’t even have to do anything too bad, t’ya..”

“Ain’t that exciting?” Chiming, he got his answer via the resurgence of your erection against your stomach. 

This was his element and clearly he was thriving.

The sound of his digits knuckle deep inside—stirring up the fire that was raging in yourty core—bounced off the walls like a symphony. 

Your voice was only getting sweeter and sweeter, falling on his ears in a way that made his previous, mindless, grinding down into the sheets seem like it would never be enough. 

It wasn’t enough. 

Not with your tight heat already pulsing and gripping his fingers like a vice, giving him a perfect demonstration of what he could be buried in right now.

“C’monn, I’ll talk you through it if it hurts too bad but..fuck…I can’t hold off anymore,” He slid his fingers out of you, but not without a shiver running up your spine. 

Drifting downward, he undid—what he would call—his restraints and slid off everything from the waist down. Once he kicked it off to the edge of the bed and over, Satoru sat up on his knees and began fisting the base of his thick shaft.

“You’ve been leading me on all night..a man can only take so much you know..” It was almost a whining complaint that he twisted into a slight reprimand. “Let’s take this all the way. Let me get you there. You know I’ll fuck you so right in all the wrong ways.”

Panting now, he looked down at how your body was screaming with Fahrenheit and anticipation as much a him. The puddle of slick pouring out into the slight indents of your abdomen from your sobbing cockhead—that, amongst others let him know just how he was getting to you. 

Just a bit of finger fucking and you were already like this..? He couldn’t even begin to fathom how you’d be when all 7.4 sunk in.

A whine trailed out when, the slight of fullness had been removed from your pulsing walls. “‘Toru..” You frustratedly simpered out, covering up your eyes with your forearm. “Quit f-fucking playing..”

“Playing? I’m just waiting for you to drop the attitude and ask me how you know you’re s’posed to.” He snipped back. “You’re the one squirming around and enjoying yourself getting off on my hand but you’re still so confident.”

You bit back a groan at his bratty response and shivered out a sigh. “I’m..sorry.”

“For..?”

“For giving you lip about how you’re not inside me right now.”

He shrugged his shoulders and slid his dripping tip along the crevice of your as—teasing you with his hips each time it caught on the rim. “I think you can do better than that..” Each pass spreading the slick that was artificially—or ‘magically’—pouring out of you and the fat drops of pre that were coming from Satoru.

Leaning your head back, down into the pillow, you began to speak, “Haah..for being..defiant—”

“Look me in the eyes when you’re asking me for something. That’s common courtesy.” With a slight bite, he pressed the tip past just a bit and it was enough to make you trip up in your sentence.

Your arm fell from over your eyes and to the side of your head as you stared up at him with all due reluctance. It was mildly hard to tell with how your features were already being contorted by the promise of more. “I’m sorry for being..mhn..defiant. I’ll listen, I’ll be..good for you. So please give me what I want..” 

“Atta boy.” He purred, taking that as a sign to ‘spontaneously forgive you’. In reality—he just hadn’t expected you to beg so fucking nicely with just a bit of teasing. Next thing you knew, he was bottoming out inside you.

The pathetic sound that your mouth produced was one you didn’t know you could make before. A gradual and steady ease into it would’ve been better but oh he did the exact opposite of any of that. He had let out his own slightly pained groan at the sheer grip that you had on every inch you’d taken so gracefully. Eyes falling directly down onto you, he gave a half-smile that was somewhat meant to convince himself, just as much as you that it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

“Holy shit..fuck you feel…fuck..” Vocabulary failing for what felt like the first time during the entire encounter, you heard the light fluttering of his wings up on his shoulders–most likely compensating for the way his hips had jutted to a stop after the initial breach of both your senses. 

The cherry on top had to be the fact that he had pressed down riiight onto that little symbol of yours. Exactly where you could feel his cockhead nestled so snugly inside. It didn’t help that the veins were pulsing as they struggled to all find purchase within your sopping wet hole. He pushed your legs back by your knees–not into a full-on mating press yet but just enough so he could start rocking and setting up a steadfast rhythm inside. 

You thought it’d be easier to–well, who are we kidding? It was already hard enough for you to deal with him just being inside but now with that drag that was building up the friction your body felt like it’d been waiting ages for; you were already rendered a stuttering, tensed up mess. 

Rampant fingers scrambling for him and finally pulling him down on top of you by the base of his horns, you earned a groan that faded off into a dry laugh. “Aw, already can’t seem to get me close enough? I’m already all the way up in your stomach, you know..”

“I..mnh..I know, I know..f-fuck, ‘s just..a lot.” You pieced together, even with the currents that were creating seas of pleasure through your veins. It was like each time he pulled out and dropped all the way back down into you, his throbbing cock found new spots to bully and pinpoint. “.. ‘Yer fillin’ me up so much I c-can barely think straight, ‘Toru..”

That hanging coo of his name made his heart–and well, dick–throb as he furrowed his eyebrows in slight concentration. He was building up a sweat, easy to tell from the droplets that slid down his brow ridge and past his face to fall onto you. 

“Are you sure you’re a virgin..? Or do you just naturally say shit that makes me want to give up on trying to fuck you slow?” He grunted, each time with a deep grind against your deepest parts.

At one point, he went into what felt like full downward dog and that alone was enough to prove his question to be redundant. Poor you, you didn’t even know what that bit of hip curvature could do before you were shuddering out a premature orgasm that startled the both of you when it hit. You were slightly mortified at the fact you’d cum from just a few well-placed strokes but to Satoru, you couldn’t have stroked his ego any better. That little emblem glowed it’s white shimmer until your climax subsided, Satoru never really stopping his motions until you were completely sated and now thoroughly heightened in your nerves. “Fuck, ah, s-shit, I’m sorry I didn’t think I’d–”

“Why’re you apologizing for that?” He laughed out. “It’s only your first of tonight, anyway. Might as well get used to it..” Giving another scan over your body, he could see and feel just how much each little detail was contributing to the state you were in now. “Hey, can you..get on all fours for me..?” “Why..?”

“I want to see if you can get a few back to backs while I’m hitting it from the back.” So chipper about it, you couldn’t help the slight twist of annoyance that came with it. To him it was worth it though, just to see your face get all pouty about the matter. 

Slowly withdrawing, he eased you off of your back with a flawless handling of your waist and legs, making sure not to give you too much ragdoll treatment–yet. Your face naturally landed into the pillow with a muffled ‘hmph’ and just seconds later, you felt his thumbs spreading your hole out. He was admiring the view and your face grew hotter with each passing instant that you could feel his eyes lingering there. 

“Do you mind–”

“Hush up, f’me. Let me enjoy this fully–it’s not every day that I get to fuck virgins so I’m trying to make you last.”

You let out a lengthy groan into the fabric before speaking again, “Why can’t you just fuck my brains out already..that is your job. Not to tease me until I can’t take it anymore..” “Oh, trust me, sweetie,” All matter-of-factly, he leaned down to nip and bite at the exposed skin of your shoulder, moving to lick a stripe from your tailbone, all the way up until he placed another loving set of teeth marks at the nape of your neck. “If that was enough to make you finish quick as you did–you wouldn’t be able to handle all that. I’m doing this for your sake, so try and sound a bit more grateful.”

Whatever bratty remark you had to give afterward was silenced by the sound and feeling of a fat wad of his saliva coming into contact with your puckered entrance. A mild shiver and you could’ve sworn that the tips of your ears were redder than ever. It also didn’t help the fact that he began that languid stroking of his angry cockhead all along the crevice that he’d spread out so gracefully and politely.

Throaty grunts–some fading into soft, almost tender moans–fell on your ears in an increasing succession. It was enough to drive anyone far up the wall. Especially when he’d already given you such a clear-cut example and beautiful snippet of what was to come.

Almost on their own, your hips began to bounce back on him in the slight of chasing more of the friction that was your only–inadequate–sense of relief. “Aww, ‘s the matter, pretty boy?” Once again, that patronizing coo of his pet name stole a whimpered complaint from your mouth. It felt mostly on deaf ears with your face being so submerged into the plush. “Doesn’t this feel soo nice? Hm? Remember what we talked about..”

“I-it does..it feels..hah, amazing…” You’d meekly reply.

He cocked his head to the side, angling an eyebrow at you before planting an arm squarely beside your face, then using his free hand to guide your eyes up to his. “Buttt..”

“I told you..” It was then that Satoru got to see the true effect of all his ruthless teasing–you were already tearing up. His snow blues widened at the sight of the mild wetness that had begun to spring from your eyes and stain your cheeks. “..‘S not enough..I’m burning inside and you’re being fucking..mean.” 

Oh, but how could he not? 

The entire night, you’d been casting glances, slipping words under your breath and essentially leading him all the way on. It was–one of–the more irritating ‘jobs’ that he’d ever gotten but after having a taste of you..? Seeing how those pouty expressions became twisted and eventually fell away once you really started to feel it..how could he resist..? 

“Ah, I see now..” he drawled, lining himself up once again. Luminous depths all muddled with lust and something just simply carnal lurking behind them, his breath hitched and so did yours when he slipped the tip in. As much as you wanted to recoil, he held your face there, clawed nails softly digging into your cheeks. Mouth hung open above yours, his lips just ghosted with the heat of his every exhale. “I’m sorry, baby..you must be in agony, huh..? You’ve already had such a bad night..”

Inch by inch, he watched with hawk-eyes the gradual descension of your facial expression–so needy, so fucking pathetic–alll because of him. 

Oh, that was just the half of it. 

From this angle, this position..fuck was he reaching deep. Deeper than before it felt–and even then, he didn’t stop until he was fit so snugly inside. “S-shit..might get fuckin’ addicted to this,” he huffed once again, then pressing his sweat-riddled chest against your fluttering spine. “Let me help you forget about all your problems..you deserve it. Just lie there, look good, and take everything I have to offer..” 

With that low mutter, he sealed your lips together and kicked up his rhythm–obscene and just downright filthy sounds coming from the connection between the two of you. Instead of the grind he’d grown and nurtured beforehand, his hips were slamming into you, making that harsh slap each time that his pelvis pressed up against the fat of your ass. It was enough to have your legs trembling just a few minutes in.

Over and over and over, just fucking pounding you in. Your moans and gasps for air were all swallowed up into his slick maw as he dominated the kiss with ease. His tongue was mapping out each crevice of your mouth. As much as you thought he tasted sweet enough to make your dentist fly into a fury–he thought you tasted fucking divine.

“God-damn, holy–keep it arched like this..just like..ahh…” He began to roll his head back but just as he did, your hand came up, tugging him back down over you by one of his horns. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. A brief widening of his eyes and he was now hooking his big hands into the junctures of either of your hips, pulling you back with a harsh tug that made the precision of his thrusts seem all the more brutal. 

One hand firmly clasped on the protrusion of his head, ever-adjusting, another scrunching up your poor pillow as yet another round of tremors rang out through your spine. Your lips were fallen open in such a blissed out way that all manners of sounds were coming from there. Ranging from, “Right there..! R-right fuckin’ ohhh..!” to strings of, “S-slow– mhn..! Can’t take..haah..” It was so endearing how you couldn’t even properly place what exactly it was that you really wanted.

Slithering a hand from its holster, he wrapped around, once again laying his chest on top of you but this time sinking his weight down into you in a way that made your body tense and you could’ve sworn you heard the zip! Signaling a short circuit in your brain when your prostate was dug into sooo fucking deliciously. 

What definitely wasn’t helping were the fingers that had found your sorely forgotten shaft–left to leak endless strings of pre down onto your sheets as you were dicked down into them. Methodically twisting his wrist on the upstroke, he eventually noticed how your ass was rutting back against him, encouraging him to continue his relentless pursuit. “I can’t..hngh..make you out…” heavily panting, he began to leave the back of your neck and shoulders branded with the map of his sharp canines and incisors. 

Another one of those hearty chuckles, just a little less throaty and more breathless than anything and he was kissing up along your shoulders. “You’re really something, y’know.”

“..‘Toru...”

“Yess, handsome?” That purr was enough to make you flush, maybe even a bit more than how he was literally jerking you off while keeping at a standstill inside.

Pulling your face up and out of the small huddle you’d made amongst your arms, you gave him that glossy-eyed look. Oh you felt him throb. “I’m..getting close again…”

“Oh yeah? Aaand..you’re getting close to..what, exactly?” Even now, he wasn’t letting up on his teasing, sliding his fist up to create a lewd squelching sound along your weeping tip. A careening moan stopped what you were going to say next but it was so cute to hear you struggle to form the most basic of sentences. 

“..Fuck.. ‘m gonna cum..”

“Already?” 

His response made your cheeks stain with crimson once more as you then coyly nodded along. “I want you to..cum with me…You didn’t before.” 

God. 

Maybe he was just turned on or maybe it was his heart melting, but that ignited something inside of Satoru that he couldn’t explain. All that you knew was that he was practically smothering you now, big, strong arms gathered around your head as he buried his face into the crook of your neck–fucking ramming his cock deeper and deeper with all due haste.

Your fingers came up to scratch at his biceps, clawing at the skin there as your voice grew louder and louder, more and more strained and finally being dulled out by the pillow whilst you were sent barreling over the edge. Incoherencies flowing from your mouth like a fountain–akin to how your dick was pumping out rope after rope of burning release onto the sheets. It didn’t help that even when your body grew rigid and you were shuddering through your climax–he kept going.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..” Chanting over and over, each weighted slap of his balls up against your sore taint was plowing you through your already-powerful orgasm and straight into overstimulation. He would’ve been more gentle, would’ve stopped and maybe rubbed the rest out after you came but the way your hole was fucking clinging to him–as if begging him to stay–he knew that was a lost cause.

His breathing faltered, got caught in his throat a few times before he was whining in your ear. It was hard to make sense of, given your deliriousness and the fog that was beginning to mar your psyche but something along the lines of, “My name, f-fucking say my name..” he pleaded. “Wanna let this..whole fuckin’ neighborhood know who’s the first..who’s the best fuck you’ll ever have.”

In a blind state of compliance, you tried your hardest to follow his command.

“Satoru–”

“Fucking wrong.” He bit.

Trying again, you rolled your neck off to the side, resting your cheek down into his forearm as you helplessly mewled underneath him. So close already, his cock was pulsing inside of you with each rapidfire, short stroke he made. “Jesus fuckin’--ahh..! ‘Toru, ‘Toru..oh my fuck, ‘Toru..!” With how syrupy sweet his name sounded on your lips, it was no surprise at all when you felt the first spurts of cum begin to paint your insides when you said it.

‘Toru, Toru, Toru’ over and over--he rode out every last second of his climax with deep, guttural groans of your name, essentially returning the favor a bit. By this point, your mind was already swamped with pleasure that had long since had your eyes simply rolling. That burn had begun to dim down and it seemed as though he was spent as well–for the most part.

Basking in that pretty afterglow, he finally let some of his weight stop pinning you down to the mattress and opted for leisurely laying on top of you. “Hey, not too bad at all for a first timer.” like a switch was flipped, he was right back to his casual, smug demeanor. Still out of breath but steadily regaining his senses, he brushed back a few strands from your face before letting his softening shaft slip out. Teasing the tip a bit before the pop! rang out, almost immediately his load started to drip down your thighs.

Only then did you let your hips sink back down with an unceremonious fall.

He glanced over the sight with rapt attention–he couldn’t help but glide his fingers through the mess he’d made of you. You felt a small shiver run up your spine when he did, lifting your head up and off of the pillow just enough to look back at him through your tousled locks. “Seriously, Satoru?”

“Aww, what? I liked it when I was ‘Toru’.” He’d whined with a feigned look of dejection.

Rolling your eyes, you turned over on your back and to your surprise–the mark was gone. “Hey, where did–”

“It’s temporary,” Cutting you off just a bit, he smiled. “I came inside, I helped you out, anddd..my job is done.”

Slowly but surely, you watched all of his otherworldly features begin to retreat–his horns disappearing back into his hair, wings folding up and sliding back into place inside his shoulder blades. It looked..painful, but he hadn’t really flinched.

“Does that not..hurt at all..?” You inquired, gesturing toward the clear expanse of skin where his horns had been before.

All he did was shrug it off, bringing a hand up to his neck as he scratched the back of it lightly. “Huh..? Ah, I guess not. It’s sort of like..when humans naturally lose teeth. Orrr, growing and cutting off nails.”

“Kinda gross.” 

“You didn’t seem to find any part of me gross a few moments ago,” Swinging his long legs off to the side of the bed, he leaned down to tug his pants back on, keeping his belt messily undone. In another moment, he stalked over to your bathroom and you sat up a bit straighter, pulling your legs into yourself a bit. Your face fell as you thought it was simply over just like that. Well, until he came back with a towel from the cabinet. “Humans are so odd. Keeping towels in such places–they go on racks.” he’d grumbled as he made his way over to you.

Stepping back into frame, he saw the way your face was just a few seconds away from tearing up. “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re hurt somewhere..” his features fell somber as he cupped your face, tilting it upward to look back at him. 

“N-no it’s..nothing.”

He gave a harsh scoff and once again pulled that smug smirk. “Uhuh. ‘Nothing’ my sweet ass. Talk to me, pretty boy.”

“I just thought..you’d stay a while longer.” Your eyes sideswiped away from his and all Satoru could do was smile even harder, dragging your face to his lips. Peppering kisses wherever his mouth could reach, you soon felt your face growing hotter. “Fuck–quit it..! What’s up with you-?”

Once again, another burst of laughter and he tugged away, unfurling the towel and wiping down all of your sullied limbs and taking extra time to tend to where he’d been paying the most attention beforehand. Knelt in front of you, cleaning off your inner thighs, he was humming lowly to himself. Your fingers carded through his white head of hair enough for him to look up at you with a raised eyebrow. “Is this the part where you say ‘I love you’ and you ask me to stay the night?”

“You ruined the moment, so..I’ll skip over the first part and just say thanks for helping me not be an adult virgin anymore.” You remarked with a small flick of his forehead.

Shrugging, he chimed back, “So I can still stay over?”

“Of course–my couch is always open for freeloaders.” 

That was enough for him to know where he stood and get back to cleaning up his mess.

A/N: Kind of my debut into this scene..! You lot showed so much love to the mlist alone! I hope I characterized my precious ‘Toru’ well, I took inspiration. More on the way—enjoy the first commandment. 🧧

[chiropter36]

Uuuurgh okay so I’m working on a follow-up to “three or more foxes form a skulk” and it’s slow-going but it IS going… and then a few nights ago as I’m laying in bed, an entire freakin’ scene forms in my head, and it’s NOT a part of what I’m working on and CAN’T be because it involves both Nine and Knucks being at a point character-development-wise that they won’t be at until AFTER that… but the scene won’t get out of my head so I’ve decided to write down a bare-bones version and hopefully this’ll satisfy my brain and I can get back to the fic I’ve actually committed to finishing.

So yada yada sometime after “three or more foxes”, something something the chaos council returns/some other threat happens, something something Nine and Knucks get split off from the others and have to take shelter somewhere, they’re out of immediate danger but are going to have to stay put for a while, whatever structure they’re hiding in gives a view of the night sky, blah blah they’ve settled in and taken care of all the practical stuff and are now sitting in half-awkward half-comfortable silence, ’cause like they’re basically friends by this point but obviously haven’t done anything silly like say that to the other’s face, then…

Knucks, staring at the night sky: “Y’know, there was a time I doubted I’d ever get to see the stars again.”

Nine is surprised and not sure how/if to respond to that, so just quietly listens as Knucks continues talking, in a tone like he’s only half-aware he’s speaking out loud, reminiscing about how his mother used to tell him old echidna stories about warriors and adventurers and beasts that were immortalized in the stars; and how even after she died when he was still young, he kept the habit most nights of picking out all the constellations she had shown him and reciting her stories in his head.

He’s quiet for a bit after this, and the Nine of only a few months previous would have easily just left it at that, but now surprises himself when he suddenly finds himself whispering:

Nine: “’Least you knew yours.”

Knucks starts, as though just remembering Nine was there, and frowns. Even though Nine has become MUCH more open with him and Rebel and the others in the months since their return to the city, it’s still very unlike him to volunteer information about his past unprompted, and this is uncharted territory for both of them.

Nine doesn’t elaborate, so after a moment Knucks tentatively decides to test the waters.

Knucks: “You ever… have anyone else? A dad, or grandparent or somethin’?”

Silence, then a single quick headshake, the minimal amount of movement to convey the answer. No elaboration seems forthcoming, and Knucks assumes the conversation is over, but then a quiet sigh reaches his ears, and:

Nine: “All I know is at least one of them was around long enough to give me a name – which I don’t use anymore, so don’t ask – then at some point left me at a group home and never came back.”

Slight pause, then he continues:

Nine: “I assume it was ‘cause of... well, the obvious…” – he parts his mechanical tails and gives the two furry ones a little wave – “But I don’t actually know for sure. The caretakers always got annoyed at me when I asked about them. Well, when I asked questions in general, but they seemed to get especially snippy on that subject. Probably mad that my parents saddled them with me, whatever their reasons. Anyway, I learned pretty quick to stop caring.”

He shrugs, trying to affect an unconcerned vibe.

Another stretch of silence as Knucks digests this information. Before he can figure out a response, Nine speaks up again:

Nine: “So… did you have a dad around? You mentioned your mom, but…”

So Knucks thinks, well, apparently we’re doing this now, and tells him that yeah, he has some memories of his father, playing with him as a puggle or smiling down at him in his mother’s pouch… but the pleasant memories are few and too soon he reaches the point where he either stops talking or delves into why all this is in past tense.

For some reason, he feels like he has to push forward in this right now.

Knucks: “I was about four or so… some bandit crew attacked the village we were stayin’ at. Pop went out to fight ’em, but they were apparently pretty tough an’ outnumbered him, so Ma left me with some friends and went to help. In the end, they fought ’em off an’ saved the village, but… Ma was the only one who came back.

“An’ she didn’t get out unscathed. One of the bandits was a platypus, see, an’ during the fight he got her with his spurs. Didn’t kill her – there were some other platypuses in the village who had some antivenom on hand – but… it did some lasting damage. So a year or so later, when she got sick...”

A brief glance at Nine tells him he doesn’t have to finish.

Another stretch of silence. Then, Nine’s voice, barely a whisper:

Nine: “Sorry.”

Knucks stares for a moment at the fox kid he once saw as nothing more than a villain to be taken down. He looks back up at the stars, his reply gruff but just as quiet.

Knucks: “Is what it is.”

Pause.

Knucks: “But for the record… same.”

Nine stares for a moment at the echidna he once saw as nothing but an aggravating foe trying to stop him from making his perfect world.

He mulls things over for another stretch of silence.

Nine: “So, I only really know about constellations in concept… What are some of them? The ones your mom told you.”

Knucks: *quiet, sad sigh* “That’s the thing… I don’t remember ’em anymore.”

He goes on to explain that when he and Rebel were trying to get the rebellion off the ground, he’d used to look up at the ceiling of whatever place they were hiding out in that night, and imagine the night sky and try to keep doing what he’d always done, pick out the constellations and tell himself his mother’s stories… but the day to day grind of life under the Chaos Council’s regime got harder, and he had more important responsibilities than making sure he kept up a childhood habit…

Knucks: “Didn’t even realize I’d fallen outta the habit, until the skies finally cleared up – thanks to your tech an’ all – and I looked up, and… I still couldn’t see any of ’em.”

And he’s sad, but also apparently just resigned to the notion that the last of his people’s stories have been lost forever because he couldn’t keep them in his head. The conversation appears to end on that depressing note…

Nine: “I think I… kinda see some kind of warrior-type figure there?” He points at a group of stars. “See, those four stars in a line, could kind of be a sword, then… I mean, if we’re being extremely generous, that cluster there could be a person wielding it or something…”

And Nine’s fumbling but genuine attempts to invent new constellations brings a small smile to Knucks’s face, and he starts joining in, and lightheartedly ribbing Nine’s ideas which gets him snarking back, and shooting ideas back and forth for stories behind the new constellations, and the scene ends with Nine sleeping comfortably with a slight smile on his face, as Knucks keeps watch, looking up at the stars with a less somber feeling in his heart than had been there since the sky had cleared.

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Okay that’s all I got. Go, plot bunny, be free! I love you but I just need you to leave me alone for a bit.

[jasntodds]

Petrichor [12]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb)

Words: 12,719

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, blood, violence, canon violence, manipulation, gunshot wounds, mentions of drug use, drug use, reader is fed the fuck up, description of withdrawal (kind of??)

Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞

Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now.

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The next day Jason is with Crane. Jason is still reeling from last night. Dick knows pretty much everything now and that wasn’t a part of the plan. Jason thinks it’s only a matter of time before Dick shows back up and destroys the entire thing. It’s only a matter of time before Dick ruins everything all over again. And he thinks about you and how mad and worried you were. It’s all growing a bit too heavy for him, even with the drug. But, he pushes Crane anyway.

The sooner they get this plan in action, the better. The sooner Jason can take care of Dick, the better. But, Crane isn’t having any of it. Crane wants to go through with his plan but he’s also not telling Jason a single thing about it. It’s like Jason is just a piece in his game, a pawn. Doing all of the bidding and only knowing what’s going on when he actually needs to in order to do Crane's bidding. But, Jason shakes that thought off because Crane cares about him. Crane wouldn’t be just using him. Right?

“I met that girl of yours.” Crane states, getting tired of Jason’s pestering about going after Dick.

“I heard.” Jason quips, his voice snippy and harsh.

“She is a handful, isn’t she?”

Jason knows what he’s doing and he won’t. He can be as high as Crane wants him to be but he still has a line. And that line is you. It is always you. Anyone but you.

“I can handle her.” Jason states.

“Can you? You can fight better than her. You've had the training. But, like Dick Grayson, she walked away from last night.” Crane lets out a wistful sigh. “And she threatened to kill me.” Crane looks to be hurt as the words leave his lips. Jason knows better than to think someone threatening Crane's life would hurt his feelings. “Doesn’t it bother you that her and Bruce didn’t kill the Joker for you?” Crane asks and Jason’s eyes land on the floor. “I mean,” Crane lets out another sigh. “That maniac killed you and they couldn’t be bothered to kill him for you. Sam is at least a killer now but not for you. I, though, I brought you back.” Crane gives Jason a sinister smile as he places a hand on his shoulder.

Jason hates it because Crane makes a point. Bruce couldn’t even bend his morals for him. Bruce said he was his son and he took him in, he let him be Robin. Bruce was supposed to protect him and everyone else. But, then he couldn’t even kill the Joker. He’s not asking him to kill Two-face or The Riddler or even Crane, but he should have killed the Joker for him. That’s the part that hurts. And you turn around and starts taking out lowlives but you didn’t even hit the Joker first. Not even for him and you've been wanting his blood on your hands since your mom died. But, somehow, that wasn’t enough for even you. Jason, though, does know someone killed him. And he knows what you said about what him dying did to you. He thinks that person just beat you to it. Bruce though, even Dick. Dick could have killed him, too and he didn’t. No one that claims to care about him at all killed the Joker for him and none of you brought him back. Jonathan Crane brought him back from the dead. Not the people who care bout him.

“This isn’t about her. It’s about Dick.” Jason shakes his head because you're still the line. Despite it all, you're the line he won’t cross.

Jason knows, under the haze of the drug, you would have brought him back from the dead if you knew how. And if it were something you knew he'd want. You would have fought and chewed into fate and the Reaper with nothing but your bare hands just to bring him back. You would have killed the Joker if someone didn't beat you to it. After everything going on, you're still the one person who hasn't given up on him.

You're the line.

“See, that’s your problem. It’s not just about Dick Grayson. It’s about all of Gotham and your girlfriend is a part of that.”

“Okay.” Jason states, unsure where else he could possibly be going with this.

“She’s going to be a problem, just like that older brother of yours.” Crane warns as he turns back around as he walks into the little office building. “She’ll come after me eventually and then I bet she’ll come after you, with Dick Grayson at her side.”

“She’s not a problem.” Jason defends.

You could have killed him last night. If the first knife would have missed, you would have had a second one already in the air on its way to his jugular. If you want someone dead with a knife, you're more than capable but instead, you didn’t. You've had opportunities to kill him and fight him at full force but you don’t. You aren’t the problem, no matter what Crane says.

“Isn’t she? She still wants you to join their side and turn me in, the person who has helped you the most. Haven’t you thought about her using you? Her fear drove her to you and now she’s lost. She doesn’t know who is without you because she got to try to fix you and distract herself from it. You got her to live in that fancy mansion.” Crane says and Jason, right about now, is pretty glad he left out more about you.

Crane pushes sometimes for more information but Jason deflects and pulls information about anyone else he can. Jason won’t let Crane target you. That’s not how this partnership is going to work. It doesn’t matter. Jason Todd doesn’t make very many promises, but he made a promise to you and he’s not breaking it. You don’t break your promises to him.

“She’s not using me. I can get her to join our side.” Jason states, his voice growing more annoyed.

“Then why haven’t you?”

“That wasn’t part of the plan.” Jason lies.

“If I told you to give her the drug and help us, would you?” Crane asks, his brows slightly furrowing with the question because he’s already pretty sure he knows the answer.

Crane doesn’t know you already took the drug. Crane also doesn’t know the real reason Jason burned down his lab. Jason told Crane he was just covering his tracks after Hank. He knew Dick would be digging deeper and he might find it. That isn’t actually a complete lie, that’s probably what would have happened if Dick didn’t already find it. But, the real reason was that he didn’t want you going back and making more of it and taking it. He feels the comedown and sure, while he’s high or when he’s desperate not to feel that way again, it feels worth it. In those moments it always feels worth it but you were always better with dealing with your shit than he was. He doesn’t want you involved with Crane and he doesn’t want you addicted to the drug. You deserve better.

He’d never give you the drug. He’d never ask you to work alongside Crane.

“Yeah, she would do it. She’s just as fucked up as I was.” Jason lies through his teeth, shifting his weight to his right foot.

Crane nods his head but he met you. You're not scared, not in the way Jason was. He can tell you have her own issues but you're not like Jason when Jason showed up at Arkham. “Maybe she’s not who you thought she was.” Crane sighs. “You should really be focused on taking care of her with Dick, if that’s your goal that is.”

“No.” Jason states firmly. “Not happening.” Jason scoffs. “She’s not a fucking problem. She fights with Dick all the damn time and she fought him last night with me. Nothing to worry about.” Jason shakes his head, still a little confused what that was even about.

“Oh, I’m not worried.” Crane states. “You are. If you don’t take care of her, you’ll always be stuck here. You’ll never be able to get to your full potential because you’re too worried about what she’ll do. Maybe what she’ll think of you. Though, I have to say, she is not pleased with you over that Hawk fellow.”

“And she still fought Dick for me.” Jason urges. “Clearly, she doesn’t have that big of a problem with it.”

“I’m just giving you my advice. You want to be fearless but you’re still scared of what she’ll do and what she thinks of you.” Crane tsks.

“I’m not taking care of her. I want to go after Dick. Look, we know the drug works. I’m exhibit one.” Jason states, trying to deflect from you. It can’t be you.

“You’ll see, my boy.” Crane states.

The night before rings through your head like a migraine you can't quit. You and Dick got back pretty later, or rather early in the morning. Dick was instant he could take care of the gunshot wound on his own. He'd done it before, apparently. So, that left you to your room alone and sleeping didn't come too easy.

You could have had both of them but Dick just wouldn't listen and Jason doesn't listen and you're too damn loyal to him. If it were anyone else, you could have thrown a knife to injure them and you would have had him and then could have gotten Crane. But, it's Jason and you don't want to hurt him even if hurting him could bring him back and end up being for his own good. You just won't take the risk. And it sucks. And then you almost got shot because Jason and Dick can't work out their problems like normal people with an actual conversation. You're stuck in the middle of the two of them and you don't even know how the hell that happened.

And then there's the way Jason looked at you when you asked him to come home.

The drug must have been wearing off because he looked scared and for the life of you, you don't know why he would be so scared to come home. Yes, he killed Hank and that's bad but everyone attacked Gar while possessed and moved on from that. Gar killed people when he was being controlled. Jason is killing people while he's manipulated and drugged. None of them have attempted to do anything about any of the people you've killed. Dick just let Bruce walk right out after killing the Joker. Jason shouldn't be scared to come home and you feel horrible he clearly does. Getting him back just got a lot more difficult it seems and you're starting to second guess where you should stand in all of it.

You walk into the Batcave where you find Gar and Kory, looking to be researching something on the Batcomputer. You're best guess is they're trying to track down Jason. That's the only thing anyone is doing these days anyway.

"There you are!" Gar yells with excitement and relief as he rushes to you.

Gar's been worried. You and Dick went off without an explanation and didn't come back last night. Neither of you could even be bothered to answer a phone or keep the phones on for that matter. Kory hadn't heard anything and neither did Connor. He's relieved to see you're okay, even if you're looking a little out of it.

"Oh, yeah, hey." You let out a sigh as Gar brings you in for a hug.

"Where were you last night?" Kory questions. "And where is Dick?"

"And what happened?" Gar asks as he pulls away.

You furrow your brows, looking between them as your heart misses a beat. "W-what do you mean?"

Have they really not seen Dick? You might not have slept long or well but Dick is still, somehow, usually always awake. At least here like maybe the manor is haunting him in its own way. But, Kory and Gar are watching you expectantly and you worry maybe something went wrong with the whole gunshot thing.

"I don't think it's some coincidence you and Dick disappeared yesterday and stopped answering your phones." Kory crosses her arms.

Your jaw opens and closes a few times. "Uh..I mean...yeah..." You offer a yikes expression, squinting your eye slightly.

"Explain, now." Kory states sternly.

"Well, uh, you see...you haven't seen Dick or...heard from him?" You ask slowly.

"No." Kory grows more annoyed by the second.

"Not since he dropped Dawn off." Gar offers, hoping you get to the point soon.

You suck in a breath as you tug your sleeves over your hands. "Uh, yeah...so Dick got, uh shot. But, he was fine."

"So, you just went to bed?!" Gar asks.

"And you didn't think to come get me? Or any of us?" Kory demands.

"He said he had it and he's been shot before. I wasn't gonna argue with him."

"Since when? You argue with him all the time." Gar shakes his head in disbelief. Of all times you aren't going to argue with Dick, it's when he's shot. He could be bleeding out somewhere.

"Yes, I was not in the mood last night." You defend your stance as regret starts to chew at your stomach.

Kory lets out a groan. "And where did you last see him?"

"In the living room? Before I went to bed." You state but before you start giving up more answers, the one and only finally makes his way into the Batcave. "Oh, thank fuck." You let out a breath of relief.

"What happened!?" Kory asks quickly, immediately rushing over to Dick who's a little unsteady on his feet.

You and Gar watch the two of them and you can't help the grin that comes to your lips. Rachel made jokes about the two of them and said she thought it was weird but they'd be cute together. You get it now. Kory ran to him in the same you would have if it were Jason. Dick is clearly the idiot between the two of them.

You eye Gar. "Bet you ten bucks it'll be Kory to close the deal when she gets tired of waiting for him to get his shit together."

"I'm not gonna bet on that." Gar whispers with a soft grimace.

"Because you'll lose?" You raise, offering him a smirk.

"Yes." Gar chuckles. "I don't know if Dick is capable of having that conversation unprovoked."

You nod, rolling your eyes. "Batboys." You let out a sigh. "Okay, I give Kory a month."

"Four, tops." Gar sticks out his hand and you shake it with a soft laugh before you and Gar follow Kory and Dick to the medbay.

Dick takes off his shirt and reveals a gunshot wound on the upper left side of his chest. You furrow your brows. It looks nasty and his entire chest is covered in blood, most of it dry but some of it still looks fresh. Kory shakes her head, grabbing the supplies to stitch up the wound. Gar and you watch for a few minutes, mostly grimacing at the sight of it.

"Dude, that looks horrible." Gar scrunches his nose.

"Five inches over and we'd be burying another body." Kory says as she starts addressing the wound.

"Dude, seriously?" You huff. "You said you'd take care of that." You roll your eyes. You wonder how he could be so dumb. And reckless. It's not like it's a cut or a scrape. It's a literal gunshot wound close to his heart.

Kory stops what she's doing to look at you, Gar nearly snapping his head at you. Dick just glares at you, looking more annoyed than usual.

"What?" You ask, looking between all of them with wide eyes. "What'd I do now?"

"Let him go to bed with a gunshot wound and not tell anyone." Gar mutters under his breath, making you snap your entire attention on him. That's uncharacteristic.

"I'm not gonna force someone to let me help clean up their wounds." You mutter right back, earning a glare of disbelief from Gar. "Okay, unless it's Jaon or you." You snip back. "Sorry." Your eyes widen, looking between the three of them.

Gar keeps his stare on you. You're supposed to be friends and you're not looping him to anything anymore. You and Dick go off to fuck knows where and Dick almost gets killed. They're trying to find Jason since he went dark and you two can't be bothered to work as a team with the team. It's ridiculous. You're supposed to be a family.

"Explain." Kory warms, looking between you and Dick.

"It's nothing." Dick states, watching Kory stitch the wound.

"Nothing?!" Kory yells. "You two went off last night without a word! We deserve an explanation."

Dick pauses and you're not about to be on Kory's bad side. If Dick wants to piss Kory off, that's all on him. You do not want to do that. Kory is usually very nice but you have a feeling being on her bad side could get ugly. Plus, it's Kory.

"Jason's working with Jonathan Crane so we kidnapped him and took him to the cabin to lure Jason there. Then Jason and Dick started fighting and I helped. And then a helicopter came and Dick got shot." You explain simply.

The room falls silent for a few seconds as everyone looks between you and Dick. Kory wants to know why everyone who manages to get involved with Bruce Wayne ends up being some of the most reckless people she's ever encountered. Gar is piecing together everything you've told him and now he's even more frustrated. You and Dick went after Scarecrow and decided you could take him on and Jason on your own without any issues. You both didn't even have a backup plan. And Gar is realizing you not only took Jason's drug, but if it's Scarecrow, it was probably something he designed. You took a drug Scarecrow designed and knew that. Then neglected to tell everyone that piece of information.

You both could have died last night and everyone is supposed to just be normal about that. After everything.

"Wow, thanks." Dick quips.

"I'm not gonna disobey Kory. That's all you." You shake your head as you cross your arms over your chest but you can feel Gar's eyes still boring into you.

"And whose side were you even on last night, by the way?" Dick questions.

"You two morons almost fucking shot me!" You yell. "I was on your side. Hello? Do you not remember that and then you got the first swing on him. I was with you guys until you two almost shot me."

"That was Jason." Dick argues. "He pulled the trigger, not me."

"Because you grabbed his arm! It was aimed at you originally, not me." You let out a scoff.

"Enough." Kory warns, growing tired of the back and forth. The specifics of the fight last night don't matter right now when she's trying to fix a bullet wound that could have been fatal. She is so sick of losing people. "Barbara's responsible for this?" Kory asks.

"One of her snipers is, yeah." Dick answers.

"On her orders, I'm sure." Kory states. "Maybe I should go and have a word with her."

"I think there's been enough bloodshed for today." Gar adds in. "That was way too close, man." Gar's voice is soft but drenched in worry.

"I almost had him." Dick defends.

"No, I had him." You protest. "I had a knife ready to go. He never would have done it. I could have gotten him just fine but then you had to take the damn gun and I almost got shot." You pause for a second and if Dick would have just trusted you, maybe you really could have gotten him back. "We almost had him."

"Neither of you are listening!" Kory yells, looking between the two of you. "You scared us. Going out on your own, getting shot. It's not okay."

"I didn't want to put you guys at risk." Dick says. "She was here when I got the call. She's the only one that ever got through to Jason before. That's the only reason she went." Dick states calmly while Gar looks back at you as if waiting for you to explain why you didn't at least tell him.

"I'm not dragging you into it." You look to Gar as you shrug your shoulders.

"Oh, bullshit, guys." Gar spits and he's sick of this.

"Excuse me?" Dick questions.

"Dude, Hank blew up!" Gar yells. "Dawn left us forever, and Jason went dark. You're killing people!" Gar looks at you. "This family is dying and you two go out alone and Dick gets shot?" Gar yells before he starts growling lowly, his entire face turning green while his teeth turn into fangs. "Do you even hear the words coming out of your mouths!?"

"Gar?" You question slowly as your eyes grow wide. You've never seen him this upset before.

"Gar!" Kory yells, trying to snap him out of it.

"Hey." You stand in front of him, putting your hands on his cheeks. "Hello?"

His eyes land on yours, refocusing his attention and the fire in his bones starts to calm. The green fades from his face as his fangs start to retract. He's so upset and hurt and terrified for the lives of the people he cares about most, he didn't even realize he was starting to transform and Gar doesn't lose control.

"What?" Gar asks, his eyes scanning your face.

"Take ten." Kory states and she also feels like they're starting to lose everyone.

"Come on." You offer your hand to him as you turn around to walk away. Gar joins his hand with yours. "Don't do anything fucking insane without looping me in." You look over your shoulder at Dick, sending him a glare before you turn back around. "You were turning green." You whisper to Gar as you walk hand-in-hand across the Batcave.

"Because you guys could have died last night! I'm sick of losing this family!" His voice is panicked this time.

Gar might wear his emotions on his sleeve, but he is also very good at controlling his emotions. He never just loses control but he is today and it has you feeling even more guilty than you already were. Dick has Kory and Babs. You have Gar and Molly. Conner didn't really know Hank and he doesn't really know Jason. Gar, though, he knew Hank and was friends with Hank. Jason is his best friend and yet everyone has someone besides him. Everything has been a mess and Gar is the one left trying to fix everyone and help everyone but who helps him?

"Come on." You tug him along with you until you reach the living room. You let go of his hand and take a seat on the couch. "Yell at me for it. Go for it. You're scared and mad at us, fine. I get it. So, yell about it. I'm not gonna tell you to take ten. Turn green, turn into a tiger, go for it." You say with ease while Gar just stands in front of you, growing confused.

"What...? But I...I don't know..."

"Look, if you need to yell, do it. I deserve it and Dick does, too. You let me bitch to you for months. So, yell about how you're scared. I'm not gonna be hurt or mad. If it'll make you feel even a little bit better, do it. You take care of all of us, all the time. Take care of you." You offer and it's true. If he needs to yell about it, he should. You're not worried about him turning into a tiger. Gar deserves to let everything off of his chest. He always lets everyone else vent to him.

Gar's eyes narrow slightly. "This feels like a trick."

"It's not. I'd yell at Jason sometimes. He just kind of let me and then he'd yell at me. It was never that we were really yelling at each other, but just yelling. Because we were scared or mad. It usually helped. So, go for it." You shrug softly. "I do deserve it though so ya know."

Gar lets out a breath and decides he'll take the opportunity. He is just scared for all of you. Losing Donna was really hard. And losing Jason was worse. He was close with Json and that sucks. And now he's back and he's dark, working with a maniac. Hank is gone, there's no getting him back. Gar just can't lose more people and he's pissed that you and Dick don't seem to care how any of them feel about it. You're supposed to look out for each other to make sure you don't get blown up or beaten to death but Dick and you just go off on your own without a word.

"I'm just mad at you guys and I'm scared you're gonna go out there and get yourselves killed." Gar groans. "We had no idea where you guys went. You guys left and didn't loop us in. We're supposed to be a team and I know you're between teams but we're at least supposed to be friends! Jason is my friend, too! I want to be on his side. But you guys aren't telling us anything! I don't want to lose any more people."

You're tired of everything and you're tired of keeping secrets especially when Gar is looking at you desperate for answers. He says you're between teams right now but what if you don't want to be anymore? Jason is going to do whatever Crane is putting him up to and Dick is going to off and do his own thing anyway. Nothing you're doing has been working anyway. Maybe you're tired of being the one in the middle.

"The call about Crane came in and we left. I was with Dick and I don't think he would have looped me in if I wasn't already there. You're my friend. You're right. And that's why I didn't tell you." You state. "It's just...I wanted to protect you, I guess. I, uh, I've been dodging Molly's calls and texts, too because of it. I'm with you, I'm sick of losing people. So, I didn't tell you."

"Okay and I get that but this is what we do." Gar urges. "We help each other and we help other people even when it's dangerous. It's dangerous but you and Dick still go out there alone. At least if we're all working as a team, we have a better shot of making it home."

You chew the inside of your cheek and you think your heart might stop beating soon. "I fought him, ya know? And I know what that was like because even though I was high, I'm sober now and I remember every detail. And it fucking sucks that happened. I didn't want that to happen to you. I don't want him to have a bigger reason to target you." You shake your head and you shrug slowly and weakly. "He's not your fight, Gar."

"Yeah, he is." Gar urges. "Why wouldn't he be? He's my best friend."

"Because I owe it to him." You nearly yell. "I owe it to him to fucking save him because he saved me more than once and I never fucking told him. I missed it. I will never forgive myself for it. I have to save him this time."

"You don't have to do it alone." Gar's voice nearly breaks and he desperately wishes that's something you would understand. You never have to do this stuff alone. That's part of being a team and a family. "He's our friend. He's our family. We weren't here and that sucks! But he's not just yours to save. What if you can't do it alone?" Gar asks. "You're up against a freaky drug, Jason who I don't think you could really fight if you had to, and Scarecrow!"

"I know." You nod your head. "I don't know, okay? I know I can't do it alone. I'm sorry. I really am." You suck in a breath. And you're realizing you do a lot of things alone. It's as if it's easier to do them alone and only disappoint yourself, risk your own life than drag other people in the middle of it. "Really, I'm sorry. I was...scared if I tell you then you have to tell Dick and what if that got Jason killed, ya know? I don't know. I'm sorry though."

"You can tell me." Gar says. "I know you're worried about him but you can tell me and I won't tell Dick." Gar stresses. "Not if there's a risk it'll get Jason killed again."

"I know." You nod. "I'll try harder. I'm really sorry, Gar." You let out a breath. "I'm, uh, I'm gonna stay out of it today and take a breather. Might head to Excellent Gotham later, just so you know." You offer a soft smile.

"It's okay." Gar nods his head and offers a soft smile back. "You're going to be able to do that?"

"Yeah, I think better when I take a step back and I need to find a way to not be in the middle." You let out a soft chuckle. "While not doing it alone. But, if something happens..."

"I'll let you know." Gar's eyes widen. "Thank you." Gar clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "That did help a little actually."

"Told you." You laugh softly as you get to your feet. "Want some food now? Yelling really works up an appetite."

"Yeah okay." Gar chuckles as you get up. "Oh! I can tell you about Blackfire."

"Blackfire?" You quirk a brow.

"Kory's sister. She was kind of tapping into Kory's head and she attacked me yesterday so we went to find Blackfire. Some scientist was holding her captive." Gar states excitedly.

"Um..." You stutter. "Well, we already have so much in common." You laugh softly. "But yeah, no, please explain literally all of that." You say eagerly as the two of you make your way to the kitchen.

Jason and Crane are standing in the washing area of an operating room, watching as the surgeon and the nurses prep a kid for something. Jason isn't sure why Crane made him come here. He said he wanted to show Jason something. It's important he understands what's going on and Jason's part in all of this. If Jason were being honest, he thinks Crane is full of shit this time and he just wants to get out of here. This feels wrong.

Then it gets worse.

A woman comes in holding a sword and starts slicing up the surgeon and nurses. Jason's eyes grow wide as his breathing stops. Blood sprays over the walls and window right in front of Jason. A nurse backs against the window with her hands up and begs for her life only for the woman to slice her, too. This isn't right. Why would Crane do this? They're doctors. They're helping some kid live and Crane has this woman come in....and kill them. She takes something with her before looking at the window and offering Crane a nod. Jason questions if all of that bloodshed was for that one thing. She didn't have to kill them. But, she did.

"You are expendable. If you're not happy here, you are replaceable. Remember what I said." Crane says as he faces Jason and that's when Jason realizes this whole thing might be to help Crane, but the show was a threat.

Crane is withholding the drug from him today. Jason finished the inhaler and then Crane refused to give him more until they came here. He's withholding it on purpose, let Jason's fear kick in just enough to keep him in line and make him desperate. And it's working.

He's scared again.

He's scared he'll end up like the surgeons and nurses. He's scared Crane is the one who's going to turn on him. Red Hood is supposed to be the face of the whole plan. That was the point of creating that alter ego. Crane wants Jason to get rid of you and just do whatever he says, when he says it. He wants him to divert from the original plan while telling him nothing about what's actually going on. He can't do that. That is his line.

Crane can try all he wants but no amount of drugs or manipulation will get him to cross that line. He might believe Crane sometimes about you, maybe he has a point sometimes. But, he won't kill you. You could have killed him at any point but you don't. You could have pushed him off a roof but you didn't. When Jason gets desperate he thinks of that because you're the one that stood on that ledge with him despite your fear of heights. You're the one that talked him down that day no one else and he owes you something for that alone. He won't go after you. He doesn't fucking care what Crane has to say about it, he won't do it.

The more he thinks about it, the more mad he gets. Crane thinks he's expendable, just like Bruce. But he's not. Why does everyone think he's so fucking expendable and replaceable? Why is nothing he does enough? He turned on all of his friends for Crane. He killed Hank for Crane. That's not enough to prove he's not replaceable and expensable? It's infuriating. He'll prove Crane wrong. If Crane wants to get to you, he'll have to go through him first. If Crane wants to wait to distribute the drug, that's a Crane problem, not a Jsaon problem. And he knows exactly what he can do to prove Crane he's not expendable and he can be trusted.

Later that night, you find your way to Excellent Gotham. The other Titans have been busy trying to locate Crane and Jason. You kept yourself busy with a scrapbook page while they did their own thing. It's not really all that nice distancing yourself alone. You figure Excellent Gotham at least provides dinner and you can talk to Tim, someone who doesn't know everything that's going on and doesn't come with the feeling of guilt. If Tim wants to talk about who the Titans are and Batman and Robin, that's fine, too because it's what you always did. Before everything. It'll feel normal anyway. At least Excellent Gotham is a good distraction and lets you take the breather you need. If you're going to be any help, you need the step back. You're too close to it all.

So, you stand at the counter with Tim on the other side as a large smile consumes your face, a take-out counter resting open in front of you.

"Okay, okay, why Bruce Wayne? Like, okay if Dick were Robin, how does that make Bruce Batman?" You question as Tim leans against the counter.

There's a genuine smile splitting your face as you point at him with your fork before going in for another bite. You've been here a few hours, checking in with Gar every so often, a way to try and keep your word to him. And this is helping. You might be in a heated discussion about who everyone is but it feels normal. It doesn't feel heavy anymore. It's just a normal conversation with a friend and it doesn't feel fucking sad. It just feels warm.

You don't remember the last time you felt warm.

"He's rich." Tim scoffs, a grin plastered across his face. "And why else would he let Dick go out there?"

"Unless he doesn't know. Bruce is a busy man. Dick being Robin doesn't mean Bruce is Batman and that's if Dick is Robin." You argue with a laugh. "And that means you'd also be wrong about Jason."

"No, no, I know I'm right about Dick and Jason." Tim pauses, the smiling falling. "Is...is that okay to talk about? Jason?"

"Yeah." You nod with a soft smile. "I, uh, I like talking about him."

"Okay well," Tim picks right back with enthusiasm. You find it amusing how into this he is. Especially since he's right. "He has to be Robin. He has the same fighting style. He walks the same way, how do you explain that?" Tim raises. "And Robin 1.0 and Robin 2.0 share the same height difference as Jason and Dick." Tim states. "If they're the Robins, Bruce has to be Batman."

"Unless!" You yell with a laugh, flinging your fork around. "Dick recruited Jason because they're brothers! Like I said, Bruce is busy. What if Batman is just some guy? Like Kick-Ass. Doesn't have to be some rich guy and maybe he's recruiting kids." You argue and truly, you're only defending Bruce because you think it's funny. And Dick would kill you if you outed fucking Batman.

"Batman can be Batman because he's rich." Tim laughs. "Uh, where has Bruce Wayne been? Where has Batman been? They disappeared the same time!" Tim laughs.

"Bruce is on business! Maybe there's a Justice League thing!" Your laugh reverberates through the restaurant. This feels like home. "How the fuck would I know where Batman is?" You put your fork back in your food. "And that's still assuming Dick is Robin! He's not. Explain Dick having a stick up his ass. Robin is more free-spirited!"

"Sorry to interrupt this very important conversation." Mr. Drake states, walking back to the counter. "But Tim, where is Stephen? Get him on the damn phone and find out where he is. Or you're stuck here all night."

"Shit." Tim mutters, checking his phone to see Stephen's shift started an hour ago. "Okay, hold on." Tim says. "And we'll continue this." Tim laughs as he calls Stephen on FaceTime. "Where are you, man? Your shift started over an hour ago."

"Priorities. My girl's parents are out of town. I'll be there in a second." Stephen says through a grin.

"Seriously? I could have plans." Tim protests.

"What plans?" You snort. "You're here with me arguing about Batman."

"Whatever. Just hurry up." Tim says as he hangs up and three men walk into the restaurant.

Tim is about to start talking all over again with even more enthusiasm and proof but he gets a look at your face, eying the men as they walk further into the restaurant. Maybe you’re just paranoid but they look like they’re up to something. It’s that their walk is steady, determined, but careless. Their eyes don’t land on the menu or Tim or Mr. Drake. They’re pointed at the register. And that’s when you see the reflection of metal sticking out of the last guy’s waistband. He looks to you and then it starts.

The throbbing kicks in like a freight train. It’s an armed robbery and they plan to go out swinging. You’re quick, rushing to Tim as they pull out their guns. Gunfire surrounds and encompasses the restaurant as you tackle Tim to the floor behind one of the counters.

Tim leans against the counter, ducking his head with every echo of a gunshot. His eyes are on you as you take a breath, as if to be debating what you’re going to do. And Tim knows you knew this would happen. You were running to him before they had their guns pulled. And his thoughts are confirmed when you look back to him with fury in your eyes.

It’s been less than five seconds but it gives you enough time to gather yourself. It’s all you need. These people are not going to walk in here and murder the people you care about. They picked the wrong restaurant on the wrong night during one of the worst months of your life.

You lift your hoodie, pulling a knife from the belt around your waist before you pop up from behind the counter.

“Ya fucking missed, assholes!” You yell over at them as the knife leaves your fingers, connecting with one of the guys’ eyes, embedding itself deep into his skull as he drops to the ground.

The throbbing starts again from the side and you duck down just before a shot comes your way. You take another deep breath before grabbing another two knives and throwing one, hitting one of their jugulars. The last one still standing locks eyes with you, his gun pointed right at you. He has this…grin, one you almost swear you’ve seen before but you’ve never seen him before this. His breathing is steady and he actually looks relaxed while you have your arm ready and aimed with a knife, right at him.

His pupils are blown.

And then your heart sinks because Crane is free on the streets and these guys came in here completely fearless. This one finds the whole damn thing amusing. Maybe he’s just high on something else, or maybe you’re right and Jason and Crane have moved to disruption. Excellent Gotham wouldn’t just be a coincidence.

“Give me the money and it’ll be over.” He says so easily you nearly roll your eyes.

“Kiss my ass.” You throw the knife, hitting this one in the arm with the gun.

Then you throw another one, hitting him just below the eye. He drops to the ground in a hard thump, leaving the restaurant a glass and gun-shelled mess. The smell of gun metal seeps into the air while an eery and dense silence consumes the place.

Tim calls your name not ten seconds after the last man drops. There’s panic in his voice, a sense of dread. You rush right over to him where he’s against the food counter now, his dad leaning against the side of it. Blood seeps through Tim’s hands are he tries to hold pressure on the wound. You kneel down, seeing Mr. Drake breathing heavily. Your eyes scan over him, quickly running over the crash course Jason gave you in gunshot wounds once.

“He’s been shot!” Tim yells, desperation in his eyes as he looks to you, silently pleading for help. He knows you're Bluejay. He can only assume you've had some sort of training in this. More than he's had.

You can feel the lump in your throat grow and the spinning of your head. Blood never really bothered you and it didn't with Dick. But, it was mostly dry with him earlier and this, right now, is fresh and active. Your bones feel like they're going to vibrate through your skin and your teeth grind together, trying to push every thought out of your mind that isn't first aid. 

You have to help.

“Okay, move.” You urge as Tim pulls his hands away. Your hands are shakey as you lift Mr. Drake’s shirt, seeing the wound oozing and you think you might prefer knife wounds instead of gaping holes. “It’s gonna take the ambulance ten to fifteen to get here,” You rush out. “So, we–”

“Is that…?” Tim asks, cutting you off as his eyes are on the window. He only even looked up to see if he saw someone for help or Stephen but instead of help, he just saw one person.

Jason Todd.

You look up just in time to catch a glimpse of him before he turns around. This cannot really be happening right now. Jason Todd is supposed to be dead. It was all over Gotham City News. Bruce's newest adoptive son was killed in a freak accident. This is going to be a lot harder to explain to Tim and you want to explode. If he's here, you're right.

Why the fuck would he be here and why the fuck would he target the place you frequent?

“Okay, keep pressure.” You look to the door, seeing Stephen rush in. “Stephen, call an ambulance and grab some towels!” You yell as you get to your feet. “Stay here, hold pressure with the towels. I’ll be right back.” Your words nearly slur together as they come out as fast as your mouth will let them.

You rush outside where you see Jason, his back facing the open windows of the restaurant. You can’t believe this. Of all the things he could do, of all the damn people in Gotham he could target, he really came for you. For your friend and his family. You can’t fucking do it anymore. This is insane. If he wants to go after Dick, fine. Sibling rivalry bullshit taken to an extreme. But this? This is targeting innocent fucking people.

“Jason!” You seethe as you approach him. “What. The. Fuck!?” You scream, nearly vibrating from the anger coursing through your veins.

But then Jason faces you.

The anger washes away as your mouth opens, looking for words. There are dark circles under his eyes, a hollowed expression of the charism that used to radiate off of him. Maybe it’s the dark lighting but you swear the green in his eyes is pale, his skin is pale. He looks like a shell of who he used to be. He’s been acting like it but now…he really looks the part and you’re getting the idea that something really bad is happening.

Jason’s eyes are wide, tired, and exhausted but wide as he sees you come to a dead stop a few feet away from him. Why are you here? You’re not supposed to be here. You should be with Dick and the other Titans. He didn’t see you inside of the restaurant. Not before the gunfire or after. How did he miss you? It can’t be you. He just wanted to show Crane he was right. He wanted to prove he could do this. He chose Excellent Gotham on purpose, a way to show Crane it’s a threat at you without being a real threat. He knows you went to Tim for help. You weren’t supposed to be here.

Jason questions your name, closing the rest of the distance between the two of you.

His hands immediately come to your face for just a second and they send a chill down your spine. His fingers are like icicles and they're clammy, completely different than how they usually are and it breaks your heart. He keeps his right hand on your cheek, while the other hand goes to your waist. His eyes scan you over quickly, desperate to make sure you weren’t hurt in the gunfire. He didn’t take the drug again yet, he was saving it for after. He’s scared. Panicked. Desperate and guilty. You have blood on your hands and on your clothes. Can’t be yours. Not you. 

Please not you.

“Are you hurt?” Jason rushes but his voice is weak and fragile, echoed in pain.

You eye him and you’re stuck between wanting to punch him and wanting to kiss him in hopes to make it all better again. He’s slipping so far away from you and you’re scared how far he’s willing to fall. Crane is doing something to him. He has to because he didn’t look like this last night. He didn’t even seem like he cared this much last night. Right at this exact moment, he feels like the old Jason. And you nearly get sucked right back into his gravitational pull.

“What…” The venom is gone from your voice. “What is he doing to you?” You ask, your hand comes to to his face. Not him. Not again.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jason’s voice breaks.

“You know I’m always here. I was hanging out with Tim. Jason…what the hell is he giving you?” You look him over and you notice him favoring his leg. You haven’t seen him much since he’s been back from the dead but this is the first time since that first day you’re noticing it. You always notice it.

“Are you hurt?” Jason asks again and he can feel his heartbeat in his throat. He wants to spit his own heart right onto the ground in hopes it’ll stop the pain in his chest.

“No. I’m fine. It’s not mine.” You urge, catching him glancing at your free hand. “Jason, what is Crane giving you?”

Jason shakes his head, dropping his other hand to your waist. He misses you. He’s been so damn high all the time, he’s been able to ignore the longing in his chest. The one who always swore was his heart searching for yours. He could ignore it with ease but Crane has been keeping the drug close to his chest and this batch isn’t very good. He can feel it more tonight. It’s wearing off quicker. He can feel the worry for you and the care and the fact he fucking misses you. And the guilt for everything that’s led you both here.

“Same shit.” Jason grits his teeth. “You took it, you know.” He hates the words leaving his lips because they sound bitter and angry but it’s not at you. He just wants you to be okay and he wants to get the fuck out of here.

“No.” You shake your head, your voice soft. “Are you sure it’s the same drug? Jason, you look…is he withholding it from you?” His skin is cold and clammy under your fingers and his hair is flatter than usual.

You’ve seen it, what withdrawal looks like. You saw it on the streets and that’s what Jason looks like. Why would Crane do that? He’s insane and he doesn’t actually give a shit about Jason but Jason has been doing all of his bidding. You figure Jason is here with the drug. That’s why he just stood here while Excellent Gotham was attacked, he probably gave it to them. Surely, that has to be part of the plan. But, if that’s the case, then why does Jason look like he’s been thrown headfirst into withdrawal? And why would Crane be doing this?

“Stay the fuck out of it. I have it. It’s the same shit. It’s fine.” Jason grits his teeth. He wants to break. He wants to lose it for the first time since that first day on the roof with you. It feels like it’s been months since and it’s only been a week. And you look at him with worry and fear and you have always had a way with getting Jason to breathe. But, he can’t afford that right now. Not you. “Please.”

"It's fine?" You spit. "You look terrible, Jason. It's not fucking fine."

"Yeah, it is." Jason removes his hand from your waist and digs in his coat pocket, pulling out a full inhaler. "Fine." He wiggles the inhaler for you to see, the liquid sloshing around in the clear canister.

After all of that, he's going to wave the drug around as if it's fucking easy. He's going to stand here and pretend like it's all fine and well when he almost got you and Tim shot? He's actually lost his damn mind now. If he's going to stick with Crane despite everything, fine. You've stuck by his side since day one all those months ago. Fine. If it's going to be like that, fine because you can't take it anymore. You love him more than anything on this planet but this is not fucking fine. He's not fine and he has got to realize that. 

"Fine!?" You shake your head, eyes bugging out of your head in disbelief. "Get off me." You shove his hand off of you as you take a step back. It's not fine. None of this is fucking fine. He's not fine. That drug isn't fine. Working with Crane isn't fine. Doing what he just did isn't fucking fine. It doesn't matter what his reason is. "You...you just got Tim's dad shot. Do you know that? What have the Drakes ever done to you?" You look at him with disgust. "You could have gotten Tim shot, my friend. You could have gotten me shot!" Your voice cracks as you yell at him, your arm flying out to the side. You might be worried about him but you're not going to let him almost kill your friends because you're worried about him.

"That wasn't the plan!" Jason screams in desperation, his words clawing at the hope for you to believe him. "You went to Tim, didn't you!? I know you suck at figuring out codes! Tim is a genius. I just wanted to scare him!" Jason defends his stance, leaving out Crane wanting Jason to target you. If you knew this was a fake threat, maybe that'd be worse.

"Bullshit! Bull-fucking-shit! You gave them the drug! That's why you're here! You did this! You knew what would happen and you did it anyway!" You bark back. "You just wanted to scare him!? Then do it your damn fucking self, Jason! You just didn't want the blood on your damn hands so I couldn't blame you! But you did this!" You point a finger at him and Jason isn't sure he's seen you so mad and...disappointed.

"You weren't supposed to be here! I didn't think they'd shoot anyone!"

That's not a lie. He didn't think. He just did it. He knew they'd go in there and rob them. Maybe they'd have to close down for a little bit. For safety. He didn't think about anything else. Thanks to the drug Jason claims is helping him and curing him.

You don't fucking get it. It doesn't matter that you weren't supposed to be here. That's a load of shit anyway. You're always here. Tim and his family are innocent, regardless on if Tim helped you or not. He doesn't know anything, not for sure. Jason's reasoning is flawed and it's cruel. It fucking hurts.

"Tim is my fucking friend! I don't care I wasn't supposed to be here! You....fuck." You let out a desperate groan, tilting your head back. At some point, enough is enough and he isn't even taking responsibility for this. You just can't do this anymore. You look back to him, eyes turning glassy. "I was fucking fine with you being a crime lord or whatever, taking out those fucks hurting people. But this?" You point at the restaurant. "These are innocent people! Hank was innocent! Dick is innocent! I can't fucking stand here and watch you kill innocent fucking people! And innocent fucking people that I care about and that care about me!" You say it all so quickly, you barely register what it would mean.

No no no no no. He fucked it all up. Like he always does. He just ruined it all. Everything is gone. Everything is going to shit. It's all messed up. He did all of this. How did he even get here? You can't walk away from him. You always swore you wouldn't. Please, not you, too.

You're all he has left.

"What's that supposed to mean, huh?" Jason asks, jerking his up quickly as he tries to give the question some bite.

You let out a heartbroken laugh that's mixed with a cry as you look to the sky and hope a blackhole will open up just to swallow you whole. You have no choice.

You have thrown him life preserver after life preserver, and all he ever had to do was hold on and you'd reel him back to safety. But, all Jason has done is chew right through them and wonder why he's still drowning. You can't keep trying to save someone who doesn't want to be saved. He was always your lifeline but you were clearly, never his.

"You win, Jason." Your voice is defeated as Jason's brows furrow. The lump in your throat grows so large you can barely get the words out. "You win. I can't do it anymore. I'm done. I can't." You shake your head as a tear falls down your cheek. The words taste like blood-covered glass, killing you with every cut and slice.

If you're always on his side, then what he's doing can't be that bad. If you're always on his side, defending him, why would he ever stop? You've tried everything else to get him home and none of it is enough. And it is killing you, knowing this is it. There is one last option because something's gotta give. Maybe if he hits rock bottom, having no one, maybe it'll turn him around. It's the only thing left to do because begging him doesn't work, loving him doesn't work, fighting him doesn't work, arguing doesn't work. Nothing else works and you hate it because you don't mean it, not even a little bit but you have no other options and you're devasted by what he is right now.

So, you say the one thing you can't take back.

A last-ditch effort, knowing he may never forgive you.

"I'm giving up on you. You get what you always wanted. I can't do it. I have tried and tried, but I can't do it anymore." You give him a tired shrug as you dodge his eyes.

If you see the heartbreak in his eyes, you'll take it back and you can't do that. If Jason always has you on his side, why would he turn things around when he hasn't yet? You could have died two nights in a row. He is actively targeting the Titans. You can't meet his eyes because he is targeting innocent people. It might be under Crane's control but, until he gets clear of him and gets clean, this has to be on Jason. Jason has to be the one to deal with the consequences and you will never forgive yourself for it.

Jason's world stops. Not you. Not another person. Why does he always do this? How did he even get here? You were never supposed to be involved. He should have included you from the start. He almost rips the inhaler from his pocket and hits it, right in front of you, anything to get rid of this pain in his chest. It's as if his heart just exploded through his cage, shattering every bone on its way out. How are you doing this?

You're all he has left.

Jason shakes his head, fighting back tears of agony and anger. "You're just like everyone else." Jason's voice cracks.

You knew it was coming but something about it makes you want to burst into tears.

"No." You shrug because he should know how badly this hurts you, too. This is the last thing you want to say to him, ever. "I'm not. I am not like everyone else. Don't ever say that shit again. You have done this. You came after my friend. My innocent friend, Jay." Your voice cracks as you try desperately to hold back your sobs. "All you have done since coming back from the dead, is hurt me." You pause, taking a ragged breath and Jason's face falls. Is that true? "And I have done everything to protect you. To be by your side. And you have done nothing but hurt me. So, no. I am not like everyone else. You just gave me no choice, Jay." You're quick to wipe a few tears away as your voice is weak and soft, lacking all fire and bite it had just seconds earlier.

He can't do it. He could try to make up for this. He could try to explain. He could just quit. That would do the job just fine. But, he doesn't. The heartbreak kicks in with anger and he just wants to be spiteful just like he always is as if fighting the person is going to change their mind. He knows it won't change yours but he does it anyway because he's hurt and the hurt has nowhere to go besides the open and cold air of this soulless city.

"You swore you never would but look at you now!" A lump grows in Jason's throat. "You said you don't break promises. Crane was right about you." Jason sneers as he closes the distance between you, looking down at you but he's not threatening or intimidating. You see the heartbreak in his eyes. You will feel guilty about this in every life you live.

Jason Todd has always deserved better.

"Okay." You shake your head slowly. "Sure, Crane doesn't know me. But you do. You know me. And you know I'd never be giving up if you left me another option. But, sure, believe Crane. Fuck it, right?" You scoff and all you want to do is cry. Or break every bone in your body because maybe that would be less painful. "I'm sick of losing my family." Your voice is quiet, barely a whisper. "All I ever wanted was you. And you died." You shrug your shoulders, keeping your eyes on him. "And all I wanted was you." You say quietly and Jason wants to shatter, his breath catching in his throat as his vision starts to go blurry. "And still, all I want is you but...I don't know what else to do."

You can see your breaths mixing together in the winter air between you. Everything led you both here and all you both want to do is take it back. The winter air chisels at your face and hands, hacking away at every hope you could have had. Jason's eyes are locked on yours, dissolving into heartbreak and you think this is what hypothermia must feel like.

But, Jason is too scared of what will happen if he does take it all back. He's still under Crane's manipulation. He's too stubborn. And you're terrified what will happen if you back down. If you back out of it, who will he target next?

"So, that's just it? I didn't mean to hurt anyone in there. It's not my fault." Jason huffs and the anger starts to evaporate as the heartbreak comes in the form of agony and devastation.

"Sure." You nod and you don't want him to feel like he's trapped with Crane. You have to give up because that's your option. But, you can offer him someone else and maybe that'll be enough. This all boils to Dick anyway. "The same way your drug isn't Crane's fault. Look, I'm done. I can't do it. Dick though, he believes in you still. So, if you want to come home, call him. Don't contact me. If you get clean, then you can. Until then, don't call me. Don't text me. Nothing. And stay the fuck away from the Drakes, Molly, and Gar." You try to hide the quiver in your voice but Jason catches it.

"Please, don't walk away." Jason says softly and you nearly collapse into the ground. His words are like knives aiming right for your heart. How does he do that?

You rest a hand on his cheek. "I can't leave it like that so, I'll always love you, Jay but...I want the old you back." You nod as your hand falls from his cheek. You turn around, going to leave him but you hear Jason take a few slow steps after you before they stop.

Jason's voice cracks as he says your name, his version becoming so blurry he can't see. "I...I'm sorry." Jason says quietly, looking to the ground as a tear falls from his eyes. "Don't...please," He looks back up to you. "Don't give up on me. I have a plan and it's all gonna work out. This was just an accident."

You swear he's never going to forgive you for this. This is the hardest thing you've ever done. Even if he understands one day, he'll never forgive you and it's the hardest pill to swallow.

"Yeah, I'm sure it was." You nod softly. "I can't save you. You don't want to be saved, not yet. You have to save yourself, now, Jay. And for what it's worth, I..." You pause watching tears come to Jason's eyes. "I love you, Jay." You nod your head as you sniffle. "And I am so fucking sorry I couldn't save you. From Deathstroke, from the Titans, from the Joker...from Bruce. And from Crane. I'm sorry I was another person that let you down and I'm really fucking sorry I'm walking away." You shake your head as you lick your lips. "But I don't think you'll get it through your head if I'm in your corner. I've tried everything to stay." You suck in a breath as a few tears fall from your eyes. "I tried to stay for once because being with you was worth it to me. But I don't think it's helping you so...get clean and we can talk. The second you get clean, I'll be here." You nod once as the ambulance finally starts to arrive. "Those are for us. You should leave." You turn back around and head back inside of the building, leaving Jason in the cold.

How could he fuck up this bad? He just wanted to show Crane he was right. He just wanted to prove himself and instead, he's the one standing out here all alone. Guilt and shame gnawing at the last good parts of him. And he just can't do it anymore. The pain and the fear and guilt and everything about it. It's too much and too heavy and maybe he's a little spiteful. So, he puts the inhaler to his lips and takes a hit.

They said it was a skinny batch but he didn't realize it would feel like this. It's numbing a lot of everything but not enough and it all still feels too heavy. When things get heavy, he always went to you but he just fucked that up. It's his fault it's heavy. This is all his fault and you're supposed to be on his side but you're not. He's all alone again and all he has is Crane. It's not supposed to be like this. How the fuck did he even get here?

All he wanted was to be somebody to someone. To be enough.

Back in the restaurant, the paramedics are getting Mr. Drake into the ambulance, rushing him off to Gotham General. Tim watches with sad and hollowed eyes, his hands are covered in blood and his shirt is soaked. You squeeze your eyes shut, looking away before you shake it off. You can't lose it over Tim's dad. That's not fair.

"Do...do you need a ride?" You clear your throat as the ambulance drives away. "I have my bike. I can take you." You offer with a steady and firm nod.

"Uh...yeah," Tim looks at his hands, something lost in his voice. "That...that would be great. Thanks."

"Of course." You nod, reaching down for this hand. Your hands have been covered in blood enough times to almost seem normal. "Come on."

The two of you head outside to your bike and you wonder how you're supposed to explain this. Dick talked to you months ago, when you first came to the tower. It was all about vigilante life and what it entailed. It would be making hard decisions but knowing those hard decisions would be for the greater good. It's not killing people because enough people hurt and kill innocent people enough. Vigilantes, heroes, don't do that. It was about keeping the identities of everyone a secret to protect yourself and them. You've never had much of an issue keeping secrets.

You hold your own close to your chest, lock them away where even you forget they exist sometimes. But, those secrets aren't these. Those secrets only ever hurt you, only ever made you feel alone. These secrets that you're forced to keep hurt everyone you care about. They hurt Molly because you couldn't tell her about Bluejay or Robin or Jason or Red Hood. You and Jason would bail on her and you'd both would show up riddled with bruises and aches and pains. It hurt her because it worried her. It hurt her because Jason died and she never got to know him as Robin, the part of him that meant the world to him. She only got to know a portion of him.

But telling Molly meant telling her about Dick and Bruce and the other Titans. It wasn't your secret to tell because it would out all of them. And she still doesn't know he's alive because telling her means leaking something Jason wanted to keep a secret and that's going to hurt her even more.

This hurts Tim because his dad was just shot and he just saw Jason Todd who's supposed to be dead. Now, he's going to think his friend is lying to him about your boyfriend being dead. Lying about an alter ego is one thing, lying about someone dying is cruel. Even if you weren't close.

And it hurts Gar because Gar ends up in the crossfire of everything. He's the one up worrying when you and Dick don't come home. He's the one scared for what Jason is going to do because you couldn't tell him about the drug in order to protect Jason and keep his secrets for him. And then there's Jason.

You can't tell Jason what's going on with the Titans because of Crane. You can't tell him everything you want to desperately scream from the rooftops. That you're sorry and you don't mean it and it hurts you, too. You can't tell him you're scared Crane is going to snap and kill him. It'll drive the wedge further between you. All of these secrets are piling on top of each other, slowly building to the tallest building in Gotham and it's only a matter of time before the whole thing collapses. All it does is hurt everyone you care about. That doesn't seem very heroic.

"Here, take my helmet." You offer the helmet to him once you reach your bike.

"Uh, no it's okay." Tim shakes his head. You're driving.

"Put the helmet on." You say sternly as you mount your bike, sending a glare to Tim.

Something about the look you give him makes Tim grab the helmet. "Right, okay." Tim nods and puts the helmet on before he gets on the back.

"Hold on." You state before Tim holds onto your waist.

You drive to Gotham General, pulling up to one of the entrances without blocking the ambulance entrance. Tim gets off and takes off the helmet, handing it back to you. He knows you know something. And if he's being honest, he's annoyed you didn't tell him. You aren't that close but...his dad just got shot and Jason fucking Todd knew about it. It was a hit. He stood outside and did nothing. Why wouldn't his own girlfriend know he's alive and planning a hit? You have acid generation and combat clairvoyance while also being an excellent marksman. Tim swears it can't be some coincidence you were there tonight.

"I'm really sorry about your dad." You state softly, holding the helmet on your thigh.

"Thanks." Tim looks back at the hospital. "That was Jason Todd outside, wasn't it?"

You nod softly and you know you can't deny that. Tim saw him "Yeah."

"I thought he was dead." Tim questions as his voice holds hints of venom, something you haven't heard before.

"Yeah." You nod again and you hate yourself for tonight. For everything. "Don't, uh, don't tell anyone. It's a long story." You hang your head, dodging the look Tim is surely giving you.

"You knew?" Tim scoffs, looking at you with annoyance and disappointment. Why the hell would you let everyone believe he were dead? "He faked his death or?"

You look back to him and all this sucks. You're sick of lying and hiding secrets. It's tiring and lonely. It's so fucking lonely.

"No." You shake your head. "He, uh...he really, uh...he really died." You suck in a shakey breath before you shake your head quickly. "I-I can't tell you anything else." You let out a bitter scoff. "That's shit and I know that. I'm sorry."

"Did he target us because of you? Because of the Titans?" All Tim wants is some clarity. There had to be reason. Tim helped you with a code. That's what it was.

"Not a Titan." You sigh with exhaustion, lacking any and all fight you'd normally have with the statement. "I don't know why." You lie but you're sick of this. Keeping these secrets is making you out to be the bad guy with everyone and you're not. You're just trying to protect everyone you care about so, you're not going to tell him in so many words but you're not going to cover it up either. "Um...yeah...maybe it was because of me but uh...I, uh, I never...I never thought he'd figure it out or....or come after you. I should have left you out of it."

Tim nods bitterly and he wants to understand but his dad could have been killed. "That code, it wasn't a murder mystery thing, was it?" Tim asks and you just suck in a breath, not offering him anything else. Technically, you aren't lying and technically you aren't telling him anything. He already knows. You don't need to so he nods. "I saw what you did. You knew they were going to start shooting. I was right."

You shake your head, looking to the sky and it's gloomy as always but it looks like it might snow. You scoff looking back to Tim. "I saw the guns."

"Bullshit, you know," Tim gestures a hand to you. "You're supposed to be a hero, like Batman and Robin but..." Tim shakes his head.

"Fuck Batman." You mutter as your jaw clenches.

"You're supposed to help people." Tim says sternly.

The lump in your throat grows and you bite your cheek so hard the taste of iron floods your mouth. It's not supposed to be this hard. And why does helping people have to be so black and white? Good and bad? It's not. Whether anyone likes it or not, the guys you want to target and take out permanently and the guys Jason was going after, that was helping. Making sure they can't hurt anyone else ever again. That's helping. Dick thinks he can help all of the Titans and he fucks up sometimes which gets people hurt, but he still helps. Sometimes people get hurt and that sucks but does that really make everyone else irrelevant? Does that really make everything else wrong? Or the motive and reasoning?

Helping people shouldn't be black and white, good and bad, morally good and morally evil. There needs to be a grey area because you have people like the Joker who needed to be killed for the greater good of everyone in Gotham. And you have people like Jason who isn't in his right mind and is being manipulated but should still be helped. It sucks Tim's dad got shot and you will regret going to Tim for help forever, but you're helping him by not telling him anything, even if you want to and even if he doesn't see it that way.

"I am literally begging you to please go inside and leave this alone, Tim." You force the words through gritted teeth. "I can't fucking tell you anything else, okay? I want to. If it were up to me, I'd fucking tell you what's going on but I can't. It's not my shit to say." You look to the ground and then back up to Tim, rolling your shoulders softly. "So, I'm sorry." You shake your head, giving up and cluing him enough. Technically, you're not admitting to anything, just admitting that you know what's going on.

"You just confirmed it." Tim says softly. "I'm gonna figure out what's going on and--"

"Tim! Please, go be with your dad. Trust me." You practically beg him because if he digs into this, what's going to stop Jason from actually going after him? Tonight might have been a threat or whatever, but at this point, you don't know if he would actually go after someone like Tim. You need him to just take what you're saying and understand it.

"That's my dad."

"I know and I know it sucks. I get it which is why I'm telling you to go be with him." You say softly as your voice cracks.

Tim nods softly, understanding why you're saying it. "Thanks for the ride."

"Just...text me about your dad, okay?" You ask. "I'm really fucking sorry."

"I will." Tim nods because he's beginning to think maybe this isn't on you. He might know who you are but you aren't as cut and dry as Batman and Robin always were. You're more morally grey and maybe it is more complicated because it involves Jason. You look terrified. "Thanks for saving me."

You nod quickly. "Of course." You say softly. "Good luck." You suck in a breath, popping the helmet on and taking off.

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[mightwritesometimes]

hiii i LOVE your stuff sm!!! 🥺🥺 you've written jax so in character, and the way you write your oneshots/headcanons is just so juiiicyyyy they keeps me so well fed 🔥🔥🔥🔥

can you write a jax x reader where the reader and jax have like REALLY heated arguments in front everyone but fuck in private... bonus points if he constantly humiliates the reader tooo :333 male reader is preferred but gn is cool too

thank you!! 💗💗

18+!!! NO MINORS MDNI

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Love love love this thank you thank you thank you

MDNI 18+ below the cut

18+!!!!!!

(masc reader (male genitalia), Humiliation lil bit, enemies with benefits, hate fucking, I give them genitals this time. Ikik you're welcome, bottom reader, spit as lube, spanking, name calling, coming inside, no aftercare, pillory is not stocks)

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Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

"I'm sorry, do you want something?"

"I forgive you. And no."

He's just going to sit there pretending he didn't completely screw you over on the last adventure. The one Caine obviously made for you. Because of how stressed and tense you've been lately. God forbid you have a way to unwind that isn't Jax.

The chair you're in gets less and less appealing the longer Jax is standing beside it. Everyone is here, whether they're standing, or on the couch and you're trying to keep your cool but it's not as easy as it sounds.

"Can you just...Stop?"

You will find the answer is no.

"What's got your panties all twisted?" You can only glare. There are so few opportunities to actually do something fun, something that you could thoroughly enjoy in this place.

Jax feigns surprise and insists on continuing to piss you off.

"Is this about the adventure? You're not still sour about that are ya?" Yes, you are still 'sour' about the thing that happened maybe ten fucking minutes ago.

You are still 'sour', because in that high fantasy, medieval times adventure that honestly had a pretty good plot that blatantly catered to you- Jax had not-so-gently shoved you into pillory and wouldn't unlock it- or let anyone else for that matter.

Ragatha chimes in, in an attempt to mediate but her request that Jax give you space only encourages him further.

"It's not like I just left you there. I kept you company the whole time." He has the most infuriating smile. You've never met someone you've wanted to hit more than Jax.

It would have been better to be left there alone then to be left with Jax, while Ragatha, King, Pomni, and, Gangle finished the adventure without you two. If Jax hadn't been there, or if someone else had stayed then you wouldn't have been stuck there while Jax... Well... You can't think about that right. That bastard.

"I don't think anyone has ever appreciated your company Jax." He raises his eyebrows at you and you know what he's thinking.

"Aw, don't say that. You'll hurt my feelings. I know you secretly appreciate my company." You're ready to snap. He knows just how to push your buttons. You hate to be reminded that if he wanted to, he could detail just how much you really enjoyed his company.

But then he wouldn't get to enjoy your company anymore either. It's a little horrifying to think what he might do if he decided he didn't want you anymore and had no reason to keep his mouth shut. Horrifying... Mortifying. Same difference.

"Right. Feelings. If only you had any."

"Oh how you wound me. You're real snippy, y'know that? You could use some more time in stocks and bondage- correct that behavior."

"What is your problem? Do you have to be so exhausting all the time?"

"I'm exhausting? I can't do anything without you chirping in my ear like an uptight songbird."

"And by "anything" you mean torment Gangle?"

Speaking of Gangle, this whole thing is making her increasingly anxious.

"So self righteous." He examines his finger nails with a seamlessly cocky demeanor. "Would you rather I pick on you?"

He's so fucking smug. It's such a loaded question, and it's not holding the same weight to everyone else that it is to you. He does pick on Gangle less lately. And it is because he's been taking it out on you. And you do like it. You don't know what to say. It's not the first time he's rendered you speechless.

"That's what I thought. Your high horse ain't so high huh?"

"I- this isn't about Gangle. You intentionally ruined something for me because you knew I might have had a good time."

"Huh?" He has the audacity to look genuinely confused. "Oh. You're still on that?"

"It just happened!"

"Relax, I can practically see the steam coming off you." He pats your head.

"You-" You need to take a moment to breathe in and compose yourself. "I'm going to my room."

Walking away you hear Pomni scolding Jax .

In your room you flop onto your bed and just lay there for a minute. You're not ashamed of the way you decide to decompress, though maybe a little ashamed of who it is you're thinking about. It's hours before you see Jax again.

Your door opens even though you locked it. You've learned to be extra vigilant of the door. Jax has become privy to just barging in, but he used to try and be as quiet as possible in hopes of catching you at an inappropriate moment. It only worked once. At this point it doesn't matter how he catches you, you're long past most prudish reservations.

"Miss me?" The door closes behind him. You get up and lock the door. He never does.

"You are the worst person I have ever met." He hums in agreement while putting his hands on your waist and walking you back into the bed.

"You can't just-"

"Are you gonna do this whole song and dance every time?" He's met with no protest. "Yeah that's what I thought." He undoes his own overalls and exposes own cock. "Go on. Find the treat."

You're familiar enough to know that your saliva is going to be your lube. Bodies are malleable in the digital circus so it's not your biggest concern anyway. It takes no time at all to get on your knees and start slobbering on his dick. You care more about coating it in spit then making him cum.

You don't bother continuing once you're pretty sure it couldn't actually be more saturated.

"What? That's it? Someone's greedy." You almost stay where you are like you're waiting for permission to stand up. Almost.

"Fuck off. If I just let you cum in my mouth you'll be gone before I get anything."

"I'm starting to think you don't trust me." He turns you around and bends you over the bed. He wastes no time pulling your clothes out of the way to expose your ass to him. He pins your wrists behind your back, then uses one hand to hold them and leans down over you. "You trust me, don't you?" You can feel his erection pressing into you, your own erection probably already dripping pre-cum on the floor. Slut.

When you open your mouth to speak his free hand comes over to stop you with his fingers in your mouth. "I've got the feeling you were about to say something naughty. You should really watch that mouth of yours."

He pops his fingers out then lifts his body off of yours, still holding you down with your wrists behind your back.

"Stay." You remain bent over the bed, hands behind your back, even when he lets go. You hear him going through your bedside drawer. It's almost embarrassing how sure he is that you won't move just because he said so. You don't doubt he's pulling out the handcuffs you snagged a couple weeks ago. What you think was a couple weeks anyway.

Cold metal wraps around your wrists and clicks shut. "Good boy." His tone amused and perky.

Your face is pushed down into the mattress with his hand pinning down your head. You can't bring yourself to be too bothered by this, when you're finally close to feeling him inside you. What's the point of lathering his cock in spit if he's gonna wait so long before putting it inside you? You feel a wet finger tease your hole but refuse to go inside.

"Jax, hurry up and put something inside me."

"Sorry? I can't understand what you're saying." You know your voice is muffled but you know damn well he can still understand you. The little contact that you did have is taken away. Then you feel his hand smack down on your ass.

Your muffled whine is more from frustration than pain. "You should be quiet. Someone might hear you." His hand strikes you again, harder. Something about your pain makes him laugh. His hand moves from your head to your neck, allowing you to turn your face.

"Jax-" smack! "Stop-" Smack! You try to squirm away from the spanking you know you can't get away from.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." His hand comes down on your ass again, he is not playing nice, your skin is burning.

"Please-"

The next sensation you feel is a finger in your ass. You hum in surprise. He slides another finger inside. You're so relieved he's started fingering you, you almost say thank you. His fingers curl inside of you and he draws out little noises from you. When you try to fuck yourself on his fingers he pulls them out and waits a beat before he pushes them back in.

You don't learn your lesson the first time but he just denies you of them every time you try to move. He does it as many times as it takes for you to get that if you want him to keep fingering you, you'll stop trying to fuck yourself. It doesn't feel like he's prepping you. It feels like he's teasing your fucking prostate. While you give yourself an aneurysm trying to be still.

You just can't stop the way your body writhes. This time he doesn't return his fingers to you. All you hear is him spitting in his hand. All you feel is his hand stroke your cock only once. It's after you take a shaky breath that his hand slowly travels down your length again. And again.

"Fuck! Jax, C'mon."

He laughs at your pleas but seems to be obliging. His tip lines up with your hole and you feel him slowly fill your insides.

Your desperate whines fill the room at the same time his hands grip your hips. That bastard's not moving at all and he's not letting you either.

"What's the magic word?" You don't stop struggling for a second.

"Ff- please!"

"Someone's desperate."

"Just. Fuck me." His fingers are digging into your skin, he's not letting go.

"Hm... Say you love me." What the fuck wrong with this guy?

"What?" He slowly goes out then in to tease you.

"Say it." Just so he can say it happened.

You puke out the sentence he wants. "Fucking- I... Love you." The words taste gross leaving your mouth, it makes you feel all icky. Jax bursts into laughter behind you. It makes your cock twitch.

"You- you actually said- that you love me!" He's still laughing when he starts slowly fucking you. He is the most frustrating person you've ever had the displeasure of meeting. And he's making you whimper right now.

You'd be jacking yourself off if your hands weren't cuffed and you're sure that's why he did it. He pumps in and out of you, taking his time with it.

"Wow, you sound like a whore."

Frustration and arousal mix together and fog up your mind. It's hard to stay pissed at him when it just feels so good. Maybe not that hard actually. It's better to be actively livid, it makes your moans sound aggravated instead of pathetic.

"Faster." You pull that word out like it's a command when you both know it's a plea. And a desperate one at that.

He grants your request, you're sure he's very satisfied with the grateful whimper that leaves your mouth.

Your brain's getting fuzzy. You move your hips while he fucks you into the bed. You rock back and forth into his cock chasing your orgasm but his comes first. His cum shoots into you ensuring you'll be cleaning his cum out later. You're still rutting into him as he pulls out of you, your body convulses with need but he corrects it with an ungloved, spit slick hand stroking your dick.

You moan face down into the bed. The fear he might stop at any time forces a string of pleasepleaseplease from your mouth.

Your knees buckle when he finishes you off. You keep your face down, panting.

His hand smacks your ass- not hard, but it makes you flinch.

"Well. This was real fun Sweetheart."

You've given up telling him not to call you that. You stay still and compliant while he unlocks the cuffs tightened around your hands. Jax isn't even facing you when you roll yourself onto your mattress, he's already leaving the room. You see him shutting the door behind him and then he's gone.

"Fuck."

[scribeofskyrim]

Morndas, 23rd of Last Seed, 4E 201

Today was quite the profitable little adventure! I can see why so many people are drawn to this sort of work.

Buying a house here in Whiterun is only 5000 gold. I’m almost at 3000 and it’s only been a few days?!

I seriously can’t believe my eyes when I look in my pack. I don’t think I’ve seen this much gold in my entire life, much less all at once!

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

We set out this morning for the cave. According to where Amren marked on my map, it was very close, and he wasn’t exaggerating. It was just up the hillside off the main trail.

Two bandits were hanging out near the entrance of the cave, at a small lookout with a fire. The furniture and such told me it was an outdoor kitchen. I was a bit worried about them, but Lydia bolted in and destroyed them! She needs to be more careful of my arrows and fire, though – I nearly got her a few times.

The inside of the cave wasn’t anything impressive. Mostly it was a series of small connected cavern “rooms” with a bandit or two in each of them. There was some furniture and some bedrolls and such, but it looked pretty dilapidated. There were some exposed ore veins, too, and upon looking around at the parts that seemed carved and built out, I think it was a mine at some point. It would explain the random wardrobes and shelves laying around. I can’t imagine a group of thieves hauling those up the side of the hill.

The cave went up instead of down, and as we went from room to room, level to level, I was getting worried. There was no sign of the sword. Just fairly standard iron and fur armor pieces, and a nice supply of weapons. And there was even a steel sword, but it looked just like every other steel sword I've seen here. Clearly Nordic in style, and Amren’s a Redguard from Hammerfell, so I knew that wasn’t it.

When we got to the top of the cave, there was an opening to the outside, like in Bleak Falls Barrow. But rather than a route down the hill, there was a huge man with nice steel armor out there. He fell on us pretty quickly, but Lydia and I made short work of him. He had a journal on him, and some magic bracers that were of more use to Lydia than myself, so I gave those to her.

His journal said that there was some unrest amongst his men, pickings were slim, blah blah blah. Mostly complaints about how hard it was to be a bandit and how stressful it was to lead a troop. I laughed to myself at first, but then I looked at Lydia, and realized that I might be on my way to that. If I ever have anyone else joining us, how will I handle it? Will they fight, or get along?

I didn’t come up here to see the ghost of a potential future in the form of some bandit chief, but oh, well. I’ll hop that silt-strider when I come to it.

The area out there had a platform built up, arranged as a rest area or maybe just a quiet place he could go to. There was also a chest, and in it was the sword!

It looked old and beat up, but according to Amren, it had seen more than it’s fair share of bloodshed, so that figures.

We took everything we could carry and more on the way out, and slowly made our way back to Whiterun. Lydia was Not Happy about that. She said it wasn’t a good tactical decision, and I agreed with her. Likewise, her refusal to hold anything that might slow her down was an excellent tactical decision. I told her how Dru and I had a rule. One was allowed to be stupid, if the other agreed to be smart. We were not allowed to be idiots at the same time.

Lydia said she couldn't argue with that logic, and she walked leisurely by me while I dragged our haul to Whiterun.

I am so glad that Adrienne is right by the entrance. I was able to get rid of most of what we’d gathered, and I finally had enough to make a fur tent with two bedrolls. Huzzah for not freezing to death! Then we made out way to Belethor’s to get rid of the rest. We found Amren’s house, and his wife was yelling at him for something. She seems awfully snippy. I’ve only seen her in passing, and I’ve never seen her smile.

But I handed over the sword and was rewarded with…

A sword-fighting lesson.

Oh, well. I won’t say it didn’t help! He was able to transfer the lesson easily to my axe. He said that if I ever want more training, he'd be happy to teach me. For a price, of course, but that’s only fair.

Hmm… A free sword-fighting lesson and a ton of loot that put us over 3000 Septims.

Not bad for a day’s work!

Now to drink an incredible amount of bandit camp wine and pass out, because it’s my turn to be stupid.

[14-ds]

Unknown Saviors

Here is the first (Technically second) Part of the second stage of "Mediaverse"!! Don't really got much else to say, so enjoy!

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After The Daemon Sisters, Scanty and Kneesocks, seem to have perfectly devised their plan to dominate the multiverse, they traveled to where they could manipulate the strongest warriors passed on throughout history to help them. 

Kneesocks looked at a tablet-like device which was showing her and Scanty where they were. “This is where we can start recruiting unexpecting civilians to act on our plan with us.”

Scanty smiled and nodded at what his sister told her. “Excellent. This is the universe with the new generation of Rochambeau warriors, so their power will be quite efficient if we successfully acquire it.” 

Kneesocks grinned. “I’ll gather some supplies for a doomsday device, and you gather the warriors and lure them into helping us. Does that sound alright?”

Scanty agreed. “It does, sister~! For this is Phase 1 of our plan to conquer the multiverse. However, I can’t help but wonder how the warriors of this generation put their strength and power to use…”

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Cut to Rock, Paper, and Scissors fighting over the TV remote while Deep Cut watched.

“Ay! (Guys, stop fighting! You know it won’t solve anything!)”, Big Man said while trying to break up the fight. 

He turned to Shiver and Frye, who were currently betting on who would win the brawl. “AY!? (Are you guys SERIOUSLY making bets!?)”

“Yes. And I bet on Rock to win. He’ll easily clobber the other two~..”, Shiver said with a cheeky expression.

Frye cackled. “This is GOLD! Those guys are DESPERATE to take control! But who out of the three of them will reign victorious?”  

Shiver saw how Frye was watching the fight. “Well, we WERE betting. Frye’s just acting like a sports announcer now.”

Frye spotted the actual prize of the winner, the TV remote nowhere near the radius of the Rocham-Bros. She swiftly picked it up and changed the channel to a wrestling match.

The objects stopped fighting when they saw what Frye had done. “HEY! No fair, you weren’t fighting with us!”, Scissors yelled out.

“You snooze, you lose, Snippy!” Frye snickered as she watched what she wanted to watch. “This is quality television anyway!”

Paper rolled his eyes. “Of course. But, you’re smarter than that, Frye, and you know it! There are better things to watch than watching two guys in a ring doing nothing but fighting.”

Frye cackled again. “If you’re gonna talk down wrestling like that, look how you do the same thing with your own roommates!”

Paper had a cocky smile. “Well, unlike that trash, it isn’t scripted and is all real.”

Frye grinned at him as well. “Think of the similarities, though! You guys are the wrestlers in a three-way brawl, the living room is the ring, and the remote in this case is the championship belt. Doesn’t it all connect?”

“It DOES!” Scissors eagerly climbed behind the couch and sat next to Frye. “We’re just three warriors in an endless battle, fighting for what we desire most.”

“Scissors, don’t encourage her!”

Rock chimed in. “It kinda does sound pretty accurate.. But I don’t like when we fight at all! If only there was a non-violent way we could solve things…”

Shiver put a hand on Rock’s shoulder. “But you should be a little proud of yourself. You know when you want something, and you’d go to extreme lengths to get it. Doesn’t it feel nice to test your strength against those who you hold close?”

Rock seemed a little weirded out at Shiver’s assumptions. “Wha- No! Why do you wanna know MY strength specifically?”

Shiver smiled hopefully. “I see greatness in you, Rock. Greatness in combat. It’s okay not to prefer fighting, but you have to fight at some point, and you must build up the strength to do so.”

Scissors came to lean on Rock. “The lady’s right. Or, are you just too scared to fight? Too much of a coward to make any real moves-” He then received a punch in the gut from Rock.

“..Not against you, Scissors. Never against you.”

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Meanwhile, Kneesocks, with a human disguise, was looking through a hardware/technology store trying to look for supplies to build the doomsday device.

“Hm. In a matter of time, I’ll have all the required items to build the device.”, Kneesocks said while placing supplies in her shopping cart.

She began to smile. “I’m sure that Scanty will be very proud of my efforts, but I wonder how the search for the Rochambeau warriors is going..”

Kneesocks suddenly remembered that she needed blueprints to plan out what the device is going to look like, “Oh, how could I have forgotten! I need custom blueprints..”

Kneesocks went to find blueprints, only to find that none were left. “No blueprints left!? This is preposterous!!” She continued to look around the store until she saw that a pencil was walking out of the store with the said blueprints, and seemed to have taken the last ones.

Kneesocks grumbled and marched up to the pencil. “Excuse me, miss…”

The pencil turned around. “Oh. Can I help you with anything?”

“You possess the blueprints that I need for something very important.”  The demon loomed over the pencil. “Please, hand them to me at once.”

Pencil felt uncomfortable. “Uhm… Well, I kinda bought them first, so..”

Kneesocks sighed. “...Perhaps I should word this more politely; What I’m working on is considered VERY important to me, and I need blueprints to plan it out. Would you please consider giving them to me?”

Pencil thought for a minute, and finally got Kneesocks’ message. “Oh, so you’re trying to build something? I’m trying to build something too, but there's more than one blueprint in the pack I bought! You wanna go to my apartment? Maybe we can help each other out with what we’re working on.”

“...I suppose.” Kneesocks exits the store with Pencil. Someway, somehow, she felt a strange feeling of possible mutual respect towards her.

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Scanty, also with a human disguise, roamed around the city, using a device to detect the power the rochambeau warriors were radiating.

“This is absolutely flawless! I detect the energy of the warriors and it’ll lead me right to them!” Scanty happily walked down the road while being led to the warriors’ whereabouts.

At the same time, Kneesocks and Pencil were walking to Pencil’s apartment. 

“...Might I ask… What specifically are you working on? I’m curious..”, Kneesocks asked Pencil.

“Well, I’ve been trying to develop a device that can provide different sources of positive energy to the city. I was attempting to perfect it for months, but this time I think it’s gonna work!”, Pencil happily explained. “What are you working on, Kneesocks?”

Kneesocks began to explain. “Well, hypothetically speaking of course, I’ve wanted to start creating and programming a large device that’s capable of achieving mind control, infecting a victim’s brain with my commands and desires for them to fill out, powerful enough to take over the world… But again, I’m only speaking from a hypothetical point of view.” 

Pencil didn’t look frightened of Kneesocks’ ideas, but rather amazed. “That… sounds amazing! Imagine if a machine powerful enough can ACTUALLY be capable of world domination! That’s crazy!”

“It does.. The amount of energy it can withstand and produce at the same time is magnificent as a thought, but imagine if it was actually put into action..!” Kneesocks happily gushed about the idea alongside Pencil.

Pencil suddenly thought of an idea. “What if… we merge our initial ideas of building two separate machines together to build one machine that produces a demonic kind of energy, which reaches into peoples’ minds, leaving them completely vulnerable to help themselves, leaving them to obey our every command! …But then, it would still be hypothetical, so we should start where it isn’t as strong.”

Kneesocks was noticeably excited, her current behavior contrasting with her usual calm and sophisticated attitude. “That would be delightful! Just think; two brilliant minds coming together to collaborate on something extraordinary!”

The duo continued to walk down the street until they ran into Scanty.

“Oh my, Miss Kneesocks. I’ve practically never seen you this giddy before~..” Scanty lightly teased her younger sister.

Kneesocks noticed, and began to blush, causing her face to be a lighter shade of red. “Oh, Sister, why must you tease me at such inconvenient times..?”

Scanty giggled. “Well, darling, you're truly precious overall, how could I not tease~? Also, your face is terrifically red at the moment..”

“Oh.” Kneesocks smiled nervously and hid her face. “Goodness, how embarrassing. And in front of company as well? Pardon me, Pencil, I blush easily is all.”

Pencil laughed. “That's okay.. so, I'm assuming that's your sister?”

“Indeed. I'm Scanty, and I see you've already gotten acquainted with my dear little sister, hm?” Scanty smirked. She knew her sister’s new friendship wasn’t that important to the mission, but she was glad that she made a friend.

“Yeah! Me and Kneesocks were just about to work on a hypothetical mid control machine. Do you wanna help us?” Pencil at the very least was happy to meet Scanty as well.

“That would be wonderful. Here, we could-” Suddenly, the device Scanty was holding beeped quicker than before. It just so happens that the Rochambeau warriors were just inside of the apartment building the three were in front of, and it was also where Pencil lived.

“Hm.. That would be wonderful, indeed~...”

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Shiver stood up on the living room table, preparing to make a command.

“Okay, now that we’ve finished fooling around, I’ve decided to bring the first meeting of Rocham-Cut to light!”, Shiver said while boldly standing on the table. 

Frye scoffed, being already fed up with Shiver taking the sudden lead. “Okay, why the meetings now? Deep Cut never had any ‘group meetings’ before.”

“Now, now, Frye… This meeting is only to establish order between us all. Now that this is a group of six, we need to manage this properly.” Shiver dragged Paper up on the table with her. “Me and the scroll will personally make sure that you all stay in line, and tell you all the right thig to do.”

“Come ON! Me and Rock already have one stupid snarky bastard bossing us around, we don’t need two. And Frye and Big Man don’t, either!”, Scissors growled.

Paper glared at Scissors in return. “First of all, I hate you, Scissors. And second of all, Shiver has a point of establishing order in this group.”

Annoyed, Frye climbs on the table herself. “Dude, Rocham-Cut should be all in for enforcing CHAOS! Who cares about boring order and junk!? If somebody like ME is the leader, I’ll make sure that we have fun all the time!”

“...Ay. (...I vote Frye to be the leader.)”

Shiver gasped at Big Man’s claim. “WHAT!? Why!?”

Big Man sweated nervously. “A-ay… (Let’s just say… Frye can make a more… efficient leader. No matter how extreme she can be..)”

Scissors smirks. “I agree… But what do you have to say about this, Paper?” He turned to Paper, who was still processing the current events.

Scissors took this as an opportunity to make fun of him. “No worries, buddy, I’ll fill in your blanks.” He stole Paper’s glasses and put them on as he began to imitate him. “Letting Frye be the leader is like letting Scissors be the leader; It’s a STUPID idea, and we’d only get into more trouble if someone like her is in charge-”

Paper snatched his glasses back and shoved Scissors off the table. “SHUT IT!” He cleared his throat. “I’m DEFINITELY not going to say that she’d be a terrible leader… but, she would possibly make some interesting changes-” Shiver suddenly forced him into a small huddle.

“What are you doing!? We had a deal. YOU and ME run things around here, remember?”, Shiver angrily whispered.

“I know, but doesn't this plan seem a little too… pushy to the others? I mean, Rock and Scissors would be completely lost without me, but Frye and Big Man seem to know their way around, too. Why not give them a little shot?”, Paper whispered back. 

Frye snickered. “Look at ‘em. Plotting against us like they’re better than us. Doesn't that make your blood boil?”

Scissors grumbled while getting up from the floor. “Yeah. Those two think they’re SO tough…”

“Actually… I know one way we can overthrow them.”, Rock said, hearing Frye and Scissors complain about Paper and Shiver.

Frye looked surprised. “You do, Rock? Geez, I never thought you’d overthrow ANYONE in a kind of way, but here we are..”

Rock nodded and began to explain. “You see, Paper and Shiver are full of themselves. We just need to find a way for them to be proven wrong about something, and maybe they’ll lighten up and be less strict!”

Frye smiled mischievously. “Prove them wrong, you say? … I think I know how~...”

Big Man became worried about the current situation. “Ay… (This is gonna be bad…)”

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In Pencil’s apartment, she and Kneesocks were happily building the mind control machine, making tweaks to it and running tests. 

However, Scanty got more and more impatient to go on with the plan, given that the energy of the Rochambeau warriors is located right down the hall from the apartment. “This is getting tedious. How long does it take to build a world-dominating contraption, anyway?”

Kneesocks continued to work. “Patience, sister. It’ll be ready in a matter of time.” 

                               (One very long matter of time later…)

“It’s done!” Pencil joyfully presented the finished product. “It took a lot of time to make this work, but we did! And it looks great!”

Pencil then turns to Kneesocks and holds her hand out, wanting a friendly handshake with her. “It’s been really fun working with you, Kneesocks.”

Kneesocks nodded and returned the handshake. “...Likewise.” She turned to Scanty. “Look at that, sister! We’re finished, and now we can perfectly go on with-”

…Scanty had left the apartment a few minutes ago..

“Oh, dear…”

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Frye was wearing a leader sash (that she made herself) while holding a stick pretending it was a staff. “Mwa ha ha! Now, as your fearless leader, my first command is to… do whatever you want!

The apartment was a total chaotic mess in Frye’s rule. 

“This is MADNESS!! Why are you letting this happen!?”, Paper yelled out at Frye.

Frye playfully smirked. “Because I'm the leader, duh! Besides, it’s not ALL destruction. My co-leader is with me!”

Rock stood beside Frye, being the said co-leader. “Hi, Paper!”

Scissors looked in disbelief. “WHAT!? I should be co-leader! I even proved Shiver wrong about something!”

Shiver sat in the corner in pathetic sadness. “I can't believe that the Loch Ness monster ISN’T real in this world… But rather… ALIENS are…”

Frye giggles. “Yeah, but Rock gave us the idea in the first place~!”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Paper glared at Shiver while going to answer the door. “‘You and I run things here’ my butt.. A leader wouldn’t act as pathetic as you are right now…”

Paper opens the door, and a fairly pissed off Scanty glares at him in impatience and irritation.

“Finally! After painfully waiting for so long, I’ve finally got a hold of the Rochambeau warriors!”, Scanty yelled out in triumph.

Paper looked confused. “..Excuse me?”

Scanty stood there in shock after Paper said that. “What!? You simply MUST know what I’m talking about! You’re the warrior that represents paper. You SHOULD know what I’m here for!”

“Uh… I really don’t…” Paper began to feel even more nervous considering Scanty’s hostility towards the situation, and on top of that, he really doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

Scanty growled in anger as her disguise slowly faltered, revealing her horns and red skin. “Am I wrong about all of this? I’m certainly not! Your idiotic games can’t fool me, I’ve been tracking the three of you down all day, and I’m taking you with me!”

The rest of Rocham-Cut peeks out of the door to see who was there.

“Wow, a devil!”, Frye whispered in amazement.

“Yeesh..” Scissors turned to Rock. “Rock, you got any more holy water?”

“Not since I used it all when you summoned every single demon imaginable in the netherworld.”, Rock said with slight annoyance. “Out of all the times…”

Kneesocks quickly ran behind Scanty to stop her. “Sister, calm down! Your horns are showing!”

“I don’t care. We must progress with the mission. I will not accept any more time to be wasted!” Scanty smiled evilly, staring Paper down.

Paper shook in terror as he slowly stepped back from the demons. “W-what’s going on?! Who ARE you!?”

“Your worst nightmare.. And you and your comrades are going to help ME~...”, Scanty prepared to take Paper away..

Suddenly, Scanty gets hit in the face by a plant. “ARGH!” She growled as she got up from the ground.

Scissors threw the plant, smirking at the demon. “Hey, demon lady! I’m the one who scares Paper when he’s off-guard around here!”

“I HATE YOU SCISSORS! …But, thanks, I guess..”

Kneesocks smirked as she discarded her disguise as well and changed back to her demonic features.. “That was clever, but not clever enough to completely stop us.”

Scanty smirked as well. “Yes. We’re here to take the Rochambeau warriors with us, and we WILL leave this realm with them.”

Scissors laughed. “Oh yeah? We got plants and a whole lot of other stuff to throw at you! Isn’t that right, Rock?”

Rock was hiding behind Scissors while shaking in fear. “P-please, don’t hurt us…”

“...Well, I can defend all of us!”, Scissors yelled.

The Daemon Sisters got a nice long look at the supposed Rochambeau warriors… and laughed as hard as they could once they did.

“O-oh my!! Kneesocks, isn’t this just hilarious!?”, Scanty said while breaking down in laughter.

Kneesocks laughed the same way. “It is, sister! They seem so pathetic, I’m wondering if we’re even in the right place!”

Shiver stared at the demons, fairly unfazed by the whole situation. “Yes, they’re pathetic in their own way, but are you supposed to be wearing costumes? Halloween was weeks ago!”

The demons smirked. “It appears that we’re not being taken as seriously as we hoped.”, Kneesocks said calmly.

Scanty laughed and spoke just as calmly as her sister. “Well, sister, I believe it’s time that we show these ignorant popinjays how much of a threat they’re truly faced with.”

“I agree. Shall we, Scanty~?”

(Now comes the transformation sequence of the Daemon Sisters. If you’ve already seen the “Panty and Stocking” anime, you’d probably visualize it just fine, but this is for a bit more visualization for those who haven’t.)

The Daemon Sisters gained more demonic forms. Scanty began to take off two black thongs she wore as underwear, and Kneesocks began to take off her stockings.

The demons recited a Hell chant; “Break, ‘o Earth. Dry up, ‘o sea. Burn out, ‘o sun. Grant us power, Earthy leaders and gatekeepers of Hell.”

Scanty turns the thongs into two black and gold revolver guns, and Kneesocks turns the stockings into two black and gold scythes. 

“Guide us, makers of the underworld. We are high-class demon commanders!”

“I’m Scanty!”  “And I’m her darling little sister, Kneesocks!”

Shiver looked a bit surprised. “Oh. They ARE demons.”

Big Man screamed at Shiver in fear and shock. “AY!? AY!! (WHY ARE YOU NOT AS SCARED!? THESE ARE LITERAL DEMONS!!)”

Scanty points her revolvers at Deep Cut. “Our mission is to conquer the multiverse, but first we must get as much power as we can to help us pursue our desires. We must collect those objects and extract their power!”

Kneesocks readies her scythes. “Yes, but considering how this generation of Rochambeau warriors are nowhere near as powerful as the warriors in the past, we suppose that they’ll have to do. We’re already too far behind schedule.”

Frye gave them a devilish smile. “Guess you two are gonna stay behind schedule, then!”

Shiver entered a sort of a fighting stance. “As elegant as you two are, we refuse to let evil prevail, as we the noble bandits of the Splatlands will protect these weird objects and stop you!”

Big Man sook in fear. “AY! (Protect them? Who’ll protect US!?)”

“Oh! And since one of you has a gun, I grabbed this!” Frye pulls out an actual gun. A real loaded gun.

Scissors saw the gun that Frye was holding. “So, THAT’S where my gun went.” Rock and Paper proceed to stare at Scissors in confusion.

In a matter of seconds, Frye and Scanty get into a fairly violent shoot-out, dodging each other's attacks and doing a great amount of damage to the living room.

Shiver cackled. “This should be fun…” She raised her fan up and called for her shark. “Another lesson, Master Mega!” 

The shark bursts through the apartment walls as Shiver flips on top of him.

Paper looks at all of this in disbelief. “...We are SO evicted..”

While the living room was being destroyed through Shiver and Frye battling the Daemon Sisters, Big Man pulled the Rocham-Bros to the bathroom for shelter. “Ay… (We should be safe for a bit in here…)”

Paper paced around the bathroom in distress. “Why must these things happen to me? WHY!?!?”

Scissors didn’t take Paper’s worry that seriously. “We’ve dealt with demons and hell creatures before. Remember that holiday picture?”

“Yes, but we never dealt with demons that TRIED TO KILL US!”. Paper yelled at Scissors.

Scissors argued back. “Well, if anything, they don’t want to kill us! They just want to ‘extract our power’ or something. And I don’t know what that means.”

Rock was just as, if not more worried than Paper was. “I don't know WHAT’S going on anymore! There are two demon ladies who wanna kidnap us and they think we're some spiritual warriors, and two other weird nice ladies are fighting them and destroying the apartment! Oh God, PLEASE tell me this is all a bad dream!!”

Paper sighed and placed a hand on Rock's shoulder. “Rock…. This isn't a dream, if it was it would be the worst nightmare imaginable. There really are two demons who want to drag us to the depths of Hell thinking that we're spiritual warriors.”

…Rock lays down on the floor… and starts crying. Paper joins him.

Scissors looked at his friends and sighed. “Welp, we're gonna die anyway. Bad way to spend your final moments, but what can ya do?” He lies down on the floor and joins them in the crying.

Big Man stands up, preparing to make an attempt to clear some things up for the objects. “Ay… (Well… they don’t think you’re warriors… they KNOW…)”

Paper wiped his tears while he began to look up at Big Man. “Wh-what..?”

Big Man began to explain. “Ay, Ay. Ay, Ay! (You see, I have a bit of knowledge regarding these things, which is a result of nerding out in high school, but let me explain. You see, a long time ago, way before you guys, there were a rock, a paper, and a pair of scissors, all anthropomorphic  and talking like you!)”

Scissors listened to the first part. “Okay, so when does this lead up to us having warrior DNA?”

Big Man huffed at Scissors’ comment and continued to explain. “Ay. Ay, Ay- (I’m getting to that. The first warriors fought valiantly in their own way, but failed to seek any competition… That is until they met each other.. After they met, they fought many battles, while also becoming good friends. The three had successfully sought a good challenge! That is, until-)”

Suddenly, Kneesocks’ scythe slashed through the bathroom door. “You thought you could hide from me so easily~? Hahaha!”

Big Man screamed “AY!! (SCARY DEMON LADY!!)” He grabbed Kneesocks and threw her out the way.

Kneesocks stayed on the ground and charged at the four of them.

“..Stay AWAY from us!!” Out of fear, Rock punched Kneesocks directly in the face, stunning her for a while.

Scissors, Paper, and Big Man looked shocked.

“Rock… that was AMAZING!”, Scissors called out in excitement.

Paper looked fairly impressed as well. “Yeah! I didn’t know you had it in you to do something like that!”

Rock looked the most surprised, still thinking about how he just punched a demon.

“...You guys wanna run while we can?”

“...Yeah.”

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Throughout the apartment building, Scanty and Frye were still trying to shoot each other down, doing a great amount of damage.

Shooting wasn’t the only thing the girls were doing. Frye grabbed Scanty’s hair and threw her on the ground, but Scanty grabbed her leg and made her crash into a brick wall.  Frye leaped up and kicked Scanty in the face, and she punched her face in return. It was to the point where the girls ditched the guns and started full-on fist fighting. 

Meanwhile, Pencil watched the violence happen from afar. “...I can’t help but think building that doomsday device with Kneesocks caused this chain of events..”

She turned to the device in question and held a sledgehammer. ���I could just disable its functions and keep it around… but I can tell there's too much at stake here already..”

Pencil swung the hammer, but Kneesocks teleported into the room, catching the hammer. “You won’t be doing such a thing, Pencil.”

Pencil gasped. “Kneesocks!? But… why? Why must this happen?”

Kneesocks sighed, feeling a bit of remorse considering her relationship with Pencil. “The multiverse is a unique span of worlds, each with their own power. Me and Scanty simply wish to conquer and seize that power… I wish you could help us too, Pencil.. We’ve gotten along so nicely..”

“We did…” Pencil sighed as well. “...But, in this moment, I will be the one standing in the way of you and universal dictatorship!” She picks up the hammer and goes to swing at the device again.

However, Kneesocks teleports away, taking the device with her.

“How? What?” Pencil looks in confusion, but then composes herself. “Well… I guess I'll have to find another way then!”

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Big Man and the Rocham-Bros successfully ran out of the apartment.

“...At least we're safe outside…”, Paper said while catching his breath.

“Ay… (Look again…)” Big Man spotted Scanty and Frye fighting, who had managed to brawl their way out of the apartment as well.

“WHY WON’T YOU SURRENDER!?”, Scanty yelled while trying to hit Frye.

Frye dodged Scanty’s attacks. “It's because I'm not the type to surrender! Not by a long shot!” Frye jumps up and does a flying kick to Scanty’s head. “And for a demon, you’re easy to beat!”

Scanty growled. “UGH! Just DIE!” She charges at Frye and the fight continues.

Shiver comes rushing out of the apartment. “Oh.. What’s going on now…?”

“Frye and the demon dictator are fighting.” Scissors turns to Shiver. “What happened to you, anyway?”

Shiver huffed. “It was the other demon. She electrocuted Master Mega with her scythe thingies and he crashed right out of the building! I don’t even know where he is!”

“Great… This whole day has been WONDERFUL… Two demons are gonna drag us to Hell, and a shark just ran loose in the city…”, Paper said with extreme anger and annoyance.

Big Man goes to lighten the mood for the Rocham-Bros. “Ay! Ay! (Guys, don’t feel so bad! This is your chance to show off the power you never knew you had! You can defeat Scanty and Kneesocks and save yourselves!)”

“Yeah! And besides, I can beat up this skank all I want, but I don’t wanna do it alone!”, Frye called out while repeatedly punching Scanty. 

“...They’re right…! I mean, it might be a huge stretch, but maybe we can do this!”, Rock said, already feeling a bit more hopeful.

Paper looked surprised at what Rock said. “WHAT!? Are you insane!? We can’t-”

“Yeah!”, Scissors said, being hyped up as well. “They don’t look so tough anymore! We can take ‘em! We’re warriors after all!”

“What!? But I-... fine..” Paper reluctantly agreed.

The Rocham-Bros walked a bit closer to Scanty and Frye.

“Alright, let’s get these powerful demon women out of our hair once and for all! We’ll start with the ringleader first!”, Scissors said, posing cockily.

But, before the Rocham-Bros could do anything, They were suddenly electrocuted by Kneesocks’ scythes, stunning them.

“Whoa!!” The electrocution caught Frye’s attention, allowing Scanty to finally kick her off her body.

Scanty smiled. “Oh, Kneesocks, darling, you’ve always been an excellent master of stealth!”

Kneesocks smirked back. “I’m glad that you’ve noticed I’ve been practicing, sister!”

Shiver gasped. “That’s exactly how she electrocuted Master Mega!”

The Daemon Sisters summoned an hellish elevator and tied the Rocham-Bros up.

“Well, this has all been quite fun, but all fun has to end at some point, right? How embarrassing it must be for all of you!”, Scanty mocked Rocham-Cut.

“Now if you excuse us, we have to extract the power of these pathetic objects to help us conquer the multiverse. If our paths cross again, maybe it’ll be you three as our servants!”, Kneesocks added on.

The demons threw the objects in the elevator and climbed in it as well.

“Farewell~!” The elevator closes and goes back down into the Earth.

Deep Cut watched everything unfold.

“Completely unrelated, but… not very good letting this happen under your leadership, huh, Frye?”, Shiver teased.

Frye grumbled. “Shut up, Shiver! We gotta save those guys!”

“Ay? (But.. How?)”, Big Man cautiously asked.

“...I said we gotta save them, not that I know HOW to save them…”

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This is albeit the longest chapter so far. X( I was writing this for DAYS

[canayams-art]

yesyes i do think after lqq gets that shock out of his system first, he would want to confront mq about him and hear his side and an explanation. i don't believe lqq knowing that would put an irreparable dent into their relationship because at the end of the day, that suggestion never went through and mq never pursued to destroy yong'an after the war.

and OH MY GOD the way you put mq's side of the story here is soo true because i don't think he would focus too much on the one suggestion to end the war that never went through until it was brought up and threatened to ruin a relationship with someone he genuinely began to care for. because at the end, it was more of a desperate way to end the war that is being dragged on than any real malice towards yong'an. and i do think after both thinking about it himself and hearing what mq has to say on the matter, lqq would understand that as well.

the two of them healing together and learning to let go of the past pains regarding their kingdoms history 🥹 they make me so soft

this is tickling the very specific side of my brain as well and oh my god i genuinely hope i will have time to maybe turn this into a fic at some point because i absolutely ADOREE getting new rarepairs into my collection and this one is ticking almost all of the boxes at this point jsjsjsjdjdjd if i do end up writing something for them i will make sure to let you know dwdw

and mq getting the friendship he never believed he could have from xl in lqq is making me bawl, especially because there is less of an obvious power imbalance between them, since they would obviously start off as more or less of equals when they meet. which would make mq both more open with lqq in a way he never could be with xl

im curious tho, how do you think the rest of the heavens would see their relationship? because im sure there would be side comments about mq probably wanting to "serve another prince" and such thrown around :"))

Shaking your hands shaking your hands !!!

It really is making me think about the perspective immortality gives to a person when they’re able to be so far away from events of their own life because those events were maybe one or two (or more) lifetimes ago. Would a god be more forgiving than a man? It’s a fun space to play in.

AND YEAH SO MUCH POTENTIAL FOR AN EARNEST FRIENDSHIP ! Something mq lacks and lqq can so easily offer! I always think about the fact that lqq answers any private communication he receives regardless of the person’s status— he’s easy to talk to and I feel like he’s generally well liked among the other gods, even if they also think he’s naive. And maybe mq also thinks that way about him. Maybe that changes the more he gets to know lqq— similar to how he felt with xl. But like you said— less power imbalance!

I feel like the other gods would be confused to see mq making a genuine attempt at friendship with lqq— Tai Hua doesn’t seem like the type of person he would want to associate with. And he’s not even making snippy quips at him! His scoldings about how lqq is too lenient with his duties and too carefree don’t have the same cutting bite that the gods are used to seeing when mq engages with fx, for example, or even when he decides to lurk in the group communication arrays. I could see it raising eyebrows for sure.

And that’s not to say mq wouldn’t make remarks at lqq but I think lqq would probably brush them off unless they called into question his own moral standings. They feel like they would be able to tease and banter comfortably, even if mq is the main source of teasing and lqq is the main source of banter.

Anyway, circling back to the gods seeing this happen,,,, I do think the ones most likely to tease mq about finding another prince to serve would be the same gods Hua Cheng dueled and destroyed— mq seems pretty well-respected by most of the gods, even if he’s not liked by them. The gods he helped during xl’s first banishment seem like the types who would easily judge and comment. But once they’re gone I feel like maybe mq would feel a pressure come off of him. They got what they had coming in mq’s mind— they were vane fools for accepting hc’s terms. Their opinions of mq don’t affect him anymore.

On the other hand it feels like the aggressions would all be pointed at mq more than lqq cos lqq’s reaction— I assume— would be a straightforward confrontation that kicks up a stink among the gods. We’ve all seen how he acted in court when xl’s identity was revealed to him, and while this doesn’t feel as weighty as that situation, I don’t think lqq would stand to hear the way the gods talk about mq— whether he’s mad about mq’s war strategies or not. He WILL make it into something if he ever catches wind of the gossip. Mq wouldn’t roll over and take any of it either, but his way of fighting back isn’t as loud as lqq’s would be. Mq works behind the scenes while lqq takes to the stage lol

If you ever decide to write something for any of this please know you would have my life in the palm of your hands. I will never be the same. Lives will be changed !

[georgiapeach30513]

coming here to disagree with your previous anon.

It's extremely disrespectful that people have been so rude and disrespectful to Chris (his own fans, might I add) who is the legacy actor for both Steve and Johnny.

Let's be completely candid for one second.

He was the OG Johnny before MCU even existed. This means before the MBJ remake in the mid 2010s.

He was the OG MCU Cap - but it's a different character so there's nothing to compare to Anthony's different character Sam.

So what some people are saying here is, Chris is not allowed to return as anyone and must stay away from anything MCU related so to not "disrespect" the people coming after him? Would these same people say the same for RDJ or any of the other OG six?

I'm sorry if this comes off snippy to your anon, but I think I'm just really confused as to what this man is allowed to do in terms of what would make his fans and other followers (not fans but haters who follow his every move) happy. And like Jen mentioned, Joseph Quinn hasn't even shown up in the MCU yet. The movie is also set in a different universe and that's kind of the whole point of this era of MCU - the multiverse. Why John Krasinski could be Mr. Fantastic in one realm but now Pedro Pascal is actually Mr. Fantastic in another.

He's never shown up to any of the MCU movie premieres after Endgame, even if just to show up. He didn't even voice his character in What if. He's not made any real mention of MCU related stuff out side of people asking him the same question in every interview repeatedly.

He's more or less stayed away from Marvel except doing some comic con appearances where he took pics with fans, but he's going to be expected to do some version of that for the rest of his life - because there are going to be people who will always think of him as these characters.

I get what you’re saying concerning Johnny 100%! But as for Mackie, while it is a different character, I do want Mackie to shine as Cap first. This is my hang up. And I know a lot of people share this same sentiment. Mackie, a black man, as Cap is bigger than people are making it to be. Too often we see black Hollywood get overshadowed and overlooked. The representation suck. So for me to see these babies grow up seeing another leader, another black superhero is huge. People should be able to see themselves in characters. And let’s not forget the success that was Black Panther, a full black cast and pretty much a full black crew. That’s representation, and they KILLED it in the box office.

But being disrespectful to Quinn, I just don’t get. And like you mentioned, Chris was part of the legacy of Marvel before Marvel Studios. I was talking with @tas-renee earlier, and we’ve been longtime Marvel fans, and she’s a comic reader. Deadpool is bridging previously Fox owned characters into the MCU. This is a crossover event most of us have been waiting for. So no, on that aspect I don’t find him returning as disrespectful. However, I still want Mackie to have his time to shine as Cap. He deserves that even though they’re different characters with the same mantel. I want to see Mackie shine. And with the issues surrounding Cap4, I’m worried.

[fierceawakening]

Yeah. I’m not at all trying to stop anyone ELSE from doing it (and keep looking at that kinda weird snippy reply post where someone acted like I’m trying to tell them not to keep kosher or whatever because I stopped going to church (Which is especially ironic because I started going again!) and trying to find where in the world I demanded anything.

Like a thought process I’d see as similar to mine would be: “I got to be a teen and started thinking keeping kosher seemed like an odd thing to do. So I stopped doing it, reasoning that it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Then I got a little older and felt an intense desire to connect with my culture. Now, I keep kosher.”

Like, when I’m asking “do you havea reason beyond tradition” I’m not asking for some grand justification. I’m just asking do these things have personal meaning… and the reason I think they’re probably right that we have different worldviews is that they seem to take this question as inherently insulting to even ask.

Like. I lived most of my life as a girl and woman. I decided it didn’t fit, and the label that felt best to me was non-binary.

Did I do this because I realized being a woman sucks? No, I did it because while I understand and practice some traditions that go with gender roles, only a handful of them fit me, so I decided I don’t have to try to match that any more.

Am I telling other people to stop being women? No, why the fuck would I do that?

Am I saying womanhood is bad? No.

I AM saying something a little more nuanced though, something like “I looked at what a woman is and I do think there are some norms that get pretty stifling. I hope people who are proud to be women never lose their pride, but I hope they can look at those stifling bits and acknowledge they’re there without taking that as somehow claiming WOMAN BAAAAAD.”

Which is how those posts feel to read. “You’re not allowed to question us, because if you do, it’s inherently calling us bad somehow. When you point out that this is something you do all the time, and have done yourself with a lot of traditions you were raised with so you’re not singling us out, we think you’re crazy, warped, or lying.”

That’s why they don’t sit well with me, and I suspect with some others too.

But unfortunately if you say they don’t sit well with you, people immediately jump to “you want to hate us so bad.”

Like no? I want to understand why you see it differently?

I THINK the reason why is that because the traditions are threatened by outsiders, people understandably go “Every jot and tittle of this is super great!” as a defense mechanism. But I want someone to confirm it, because I’m guessing.

To me things like, “no gays are allowed in here” are ALSO longstanding religious traditions. That doesn’t by itself make them good, it just means they’re the done thing in those communities, at least by people who value tradition for its own sake.

Ask these people why the tradition came to be as it seems kind of mean, and most who are being honest will eventually just go “because I think God doesn’t like having queers around, and I want Him to be pleased,” and that this is the case even if (even though) they acknowledge that God has no clear reason to think we’re gross and have cooties.

Those are the sorts of things I think do qualify as religious traditions, but don’t qualify as good ones, so they should be changed.

[the-firebird69]

There's a bunch of them that want our son to go to Maine and he doesn't really know why it's kind of weird right now it's a little cold but it's going to have a warm spell and it'll be in the high 60s during the day and low 40s at night and they use heat up there in the houses and he'll have clothing probably not enough but what would they expect and he says layers and we agreed and he definitely needs to do that and he'd have to wear the Dickies so he's going to try it out and along underwear and the boots and he's drying them out and they're coming along and pretty soon they'll be dry and they won't smell as much it'll be adequate for this trip and he'll probably get new ones cuz they stink a little and we hear him saying it something smells and he tries to make them smell better and stuff in that has no residue and it doesn't work that good but it works to disinfectant we are getting ready for all this to happen and there are things happening already and we are moving we do need assistance and we need hours to start working more so and we need them to work a lot right now actually and we're going to start doing a lot of work and prep and we do need people to be up and completely so we're sending out some parameters we do have some changes around here and we will get to them right now

--this place is full of sick people but they're leaving today this morning we got to report of about out of the remaining 35,000 we said it went down it hasn't yet that 4,000 are out there getting ready and we believe it too have passed away that's 1,000. And that leaves 30,000 in the rings it was phenomenally bad at 110 million. There are other figures but these are important there's also a movement to remove Kramer from radioactive areas and that's our son. And actually bring him back here and we have more

--in addition to the once wanted to relocate there are a whole bunch of cities trying to get him to move and they're unsuccessful. And I just do it by griping and all sorts of dumb things old ladies do and developers and it doesn't apply. We do know that they have very little game and they suck and they're dumb so we don't want them going there ever and it's not really allowed to no we have other ideas speaking of which he is getting healthier and we can tell

--he's having some weird effects it's not sickness but he's having some changes and it's getting hotter easier and he is processing food better he is becoming a little larger and he's going to try and use the scale he is fairly Sharp and alert most of the time except for when the medicine happens we know he's going to be at about 15.5 tonight and dropping to 15 tomorrow and until he gets to about 10:00 and then I'll be steep drop or possibly five or four and it's because the lipoma will be full of mostly destroyed 50 seconds it's going to be in a different form different chemicals and what destroyed them is still there and it will all come out at the same time in a destroyed format it is coming up and they're it's inside the lipoma destroying other Prilosec and risperdal cells or molecules really and the radiation is increasing and the other particles and it's going to Cascade to a four or five points all in one day and then a couple days will pass and four five more points and so on and it will be clear the risperdal will follow a couple weeks later or less it's been getting hammered and right now it's probably at 18% and it's starting to drop faster and faster and it'll be gone thankfully and he's been poisoned and we're working on it and we need it to happen.

++Hera has been watching a stutley and is intrigued yes because it's very important to her. He's doing better and better making jokes and being snippy even and he's getting up early and doing things and he is taking a nap because the medicine is wiping him out now we'll slow down when it hits zyprexa only and sounds powerful but it does make you sleepy and slurry of speech and it's having some of it we think it could be whispered all at a lower level your medicine is bad news it brings us to this point

--Tommy f is going to more or less execute you people a little and you'll come back but he puts you into the grave this weekend to you to take your stuff and he's going to bring you to court and a self-elected a lawyer of our son but he went to a firm and that firm has associates one way or the other day one way to get picked up by him and it's not illegal it's within his rights to do so and he's suing people he's won a bunch of lawsuits and needs to transfer the funds and that's part of the fun part but once it transfers people say you're the one doing it and have excuses Tommy F would be the effect of lawyer and we do understand that method it is going to begin soon as the money will be seen as mostly benign by Tommy F and his her son is just going to go around buying things he needs and trying to establish himself somewhere it's half safe and high and dry and he follows it and he'll be providing more funding it'll be a lot of money enough for a very own house of his we're getting going on a lot of stuff several of the things we are not really happy with and they are dragging on his health is one of them and we need help with it and some people are and he's going to try and help us today with what he's going to try and pick up and it could be a few things and we do need to assist we're going to start helping him a lot more pretty soon when you get some money it becomes dangerous and people don't get it but it is

More shortly most likely a couple hours

Thor Freya

Excellent. This is good news he's going to be working out doing jobs and I'll be there helping with the code and sending things out and getting things done and it's about time this is great.

Hera

There's not really a kit car out there that's affordable or one that works right or even close and we looked and they sell you the shell and they sell you the wrong stuff some require a donor car that's very expensive like a Corvette it just does not make any sense anymore to do it that way and the other ones you buy a car that's already kind of built and it doesn't make sense either and it cost too much and you're relying on them doing it right and they're not really that good at it we don't like it and he says that he could go buy a new Corvette and they're not that much money and it's true those cost about 80 grand and they're fast enough he says in flashy enough and if he doesn't like it flashy enough he can get a wide body kit it does make it look more cool. And it looks cool enough he says it's actually a supercar and you have a limiter and ask them to put it on there and it's true too the dealer can do that much but you can't get them if you're not him for real so we would respect it because it's something that you would be doing to help us we have other news.

--we need people to start paying attention to what is going on world war III is around the corner for not careful really big stuff is happening we need a lot of the hissing and getting everybody pissed off to lower down and actually pay attention we need people to get used to that and starting today

-there's a lot on our plate we get a lot to do we have to get started now

Thor Freya

Olympus

[tentenismybitch]

yeah chandu this is the BEST THING I'VE EVER READ!!!! such a through post about my best girl, so iconic, she deserves, SO GALAXY-BRAINED. i have a few additions/commentary but everything is on point:

"Tenten...focuses more on taijutsu than ninjutsu." this is interesting because obvi the main thing we see her doing with her weapons is literally not taijutsu, so i interpret this as her also being really good at taijutsu IN ADDITION to her weapons, and probably supplementarily - i don't think we ever see her doing hand-to-hand/close-range combat fr, but i think as in this iconic naruto ending, (also peep her lil smirk when naruto pulls out a kunai LMAO! team gai x team seven bestfriendship canon!) she likely is incredibly proficient with a bo staff and other hand-held weapons, and can probably also use swords pretty well too. Gai apparently tried to teach all 3 of them primary lotus, so i imagine he probably, at least up until the point where they begin to specialize, taught them all taijutsu in the same/similar ways, but i can see tenten adding in weapons to her taijutsu training (relatedly. i think gai would teach them all dynamic entry and that tenten sometimes does it. LOL)

re: gai teaching them all things + tenten allegedly having poor chakra control - i totally get why you'd ignore this bit of "canon" (i use quotes since i think it shows up in a filler anyway? but fillers are canon to me, a tenten stan <3) but for me. i think that she probably has higher reserves of chakra than average. why? well for one, sealing is a huge part of her specialty jutsu, and what clan is really good at sealing? oh right, uzumakis. who also have "strong life forces" (ie chakra.) what does that have to do with tenten? she's probably bad at chakra control for a similar reason to naruto - he would produce too much chakra so his chakra control was unstable and wonky. but because of the sheer amount of chakra reserve + stamina he had, he made up for it (also jiraiya does whatever the fuck with his seal to fix his chakra control but anyway.) tenten being great at sealing + bad at chakra control to me = she has higher reserves of chakra than average, esp for someone of her background. AND WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH GAI? well. he tries to teach tenten and neji how to open gates too but only tenten can also do it <3

KAKASHI TRAINING HIS HUSBAND'S BEST FRIEND'S DAUGHTER!!! YES YES YES!!! i have a headcanon that basically feels canon that Kakashi spent most of his free/training time with team gai after his own students get new teachers, and who else is he gonna work with? obvi, lee can't do lightning jutsu, and neji works primarily with his clan, tenten is the obvious choice! also her having lightning release fits in with my "immigrant from kumo" headcanon so boom.

SUCH GREAT ANALYSIS OF TENTEN'S LOW SELF-ESTEEM + HER COMPARING HERSELF TO LEE. NO NOTES!!! MY INSECURE BABYYYY.

(ok. not to have nejiten brainrot but i think. neji being super confident in her abilities contrasts really well with her being insecure/having low self-esteem. "why can't you see yourself the way i see you" vibes. ugh. my heart.)

tenten and neji being besties and knowing each other's souls? canon. the other thing i really love about filler ep 192 is that kiba makes some snippy comment (fair, this is so soon after neji almost killed hinata) and tenten yells at kiba. don't you fucken ever speak ill of one of her boys <3

TENTEN BEING A BUSYBODY. YES. ABSOLUTELY. CANON. SHE GOSSIPS WITH INO!!

absolutely she is the type of person that gets people to open up. her calming, carefree demeanor and general people-person vibes are basically canon. again, as a tenten stan, i have to read into fillers so: in the iconic shipuuden ep 232, the girls' get together, she is the one who initiates the hangout between them–not sakura, the girl main character; not ino, the most outwardly extraverted of the kunoichi; not hinata, who seems to be the focal character of the episode. IT'S TENTEN WHO INVITES THEM ALL FOR A GIRLS NIGHT OUT! SHE EVEN INVITES THAT RANDOM SCIENTIST GIRL WITH THE GLASSES WHO WAS IN LIKE 2 EPISODES! everybody loves tenten and tenten loves everybody, basically canon <3

"her real power is being recognized by her two teammates." first of all, i love this, and this coincides i think with her loyalty being for her friends and not her village. big AWWW lee and neji are so proud of her <3

but also. the "carefree, smiling face" thing, i interpret in two ways. for one, it immediately follows the above line that i gushed over - to me this implies that it is contrasting her in some way with her two teammates. neji and lee are both SUPER intense, as evidenced by their first/major introductions: lee, with him immediately falling in love with sakura and vowing to protect her (and making good on that vow when he defends her against the sound nin, putting himself in harm's way in the process), and neji who is really introduced to the audience when he almost kills his much-weaker cousin, lmao. tenten, by comparison, is the carefree member of team gai - she takes her training seriously, and is fervent about it esp after tsunade becomes hokage, but on the whole, her vibe is more chill than lee or neji's. she's more of a grounding force - generally in terms of her demeanor, but also specifically for neji and lee, which is why it is highlighted immediately after the point about her being recognized by them. she is the pillar of the team, the emotional glue, the one who keeps lee and neji's temperaments warm, as opposed to the fiery and passionate intensity of lee's youthful exuberance, and the ice cold resentment and pain of neji's curse mark and clan issues.

now, a headcanon of mine that comes in here is that tenten is the team captain, not neji. common fan interpretation is that he is, cus he becomes a jonin first obvi, but before that i think it's her. for one, she's a busybody. i'm projecting but she's probably bossy too. but also, she is the grounding force on the team, and her two teammates recognize that. her sensei probably would too: if i were gai, i'd put her in charge whenever i could. couple this with her insecurity, it makes sense why her real power comes from neji and lee's recognition: when she loses faith in herself and her abilities, it is them who remind her that she is team gai, they would fall apart without her. a cord of three-strands is not easily broken.

BUT SECOND, i agree with you: i mean, let's be real. if naruto was a LOT more grounded in reality, miss "throw a billion knives no jutsu" would be way more deadly than she is in canon. also, someone who loves weapons and using them, with perfect accuracy? that implies lethality. contrast this to lee and neji, who again – in a more grounded work, would mostly be incapacitating people, while miss throw a billion knives no jutsu would be straight up SLAUGHTERING!! as you said tho, despite that! she has a carefree and smiling face :) remember that meme that was like, "looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you"? yeah, that's tenten.

last point, i agree that i don't really buy the "tenten would try to be a mednin" thing. part of this is b/c it doesn't really gel, to me, with the whole "loves weapons" thing cus TO ME her love for weapons implies a bloodthirstiness that does not vibe with being the ninja version of a doctor. but also, tbh, i think team gai as a whole are so well-matched in their abilities + have such great confidence in themselves (lee and neji) and each other that they wouldn't think they need a medical nin. AT MOST, neji probably has some basic knowledge of it, but i don't think he nor tenten would bother to learn beyond that, simply because they don't think they would need it 🤷🏾

okay sorry for blabbing, so looking forward to the next few posts on this omg <3 <3 <3

Just noting down some things about Tenten that influence my view of her characterization/personality. primarily for my own reference as i’m writing, as well as to kind of get a more mature and consistent characterization of her than i had before. this gonna be an extremely long and rambling post, (where I think I repeat myself a whole lot oops) and there’s not really anything profound, just some traits i’m pulling from canon and interpreting.

most of Tenten’s ’canon’ characterization comes from filler and databooks, which I then further interpret, so a lot of her characterization in this post is three degrees of fanon/headcanon, with some liberties taken where I dislike the interpretation.

We’re introduced to Tenten during the chunin exams, where she’s seen throwing kunai at a target dummy that Neji is sitting under. She casually throws her kunai and hits the target dead center, instantly showing her marksmanship skill, but also Neji’s implicit trust in her since he doesn’t even flinch and the target is pretty much right over his head. This ties in later but basically, he fully trusts that she will not miss.

We see Tenten again before the first round of the chunin exams, while Izumo and Kotetsu are blocking the door. The thing I find notable in that scene is Tenten not being immune to Sasuke LOL.

(Manga panel grabbed from @tentenarchive)

it's interesting to me that her thing is specifically that there's not a single scratch on him, and that he's "cool". Makes sense given that she's on a team with Gai and Lee and she desperately wants them to be cool too. And she dislikes weak people so yeah, of course it's cool to her that he's untouchable.

Actually on this topic, Tenten's taste seems to be "cool people"? In a filler episode (naruto 162) she thinks that the lord of a local land is really cute when she sees him get down for his palanquin. The lord's whole thing is that he's like cold and cool and pensive etc. so this seems to be Tenten's taste to some degree. He turns out to actually be a girl in the end so yknow. bi Tenten confirmed.

Here's her page from the first databook (screenshotted from The Narutoversity). She gets annoyed at Lee injuring himself for Sakura's sake, which I'm pretty sure isn't really out of care so much as it is that they're in the middle of the forest of death in like. the worst situation possible. Love how Ino's just standing there like "what the fuck kind of medical care is this".

I generally dislike the stats since I find that they’re inaccurate to what we see on-panel (a whole rant I could go on another time tbh), and Kishimoto tends to skew them egregiously in favor of characters he particularly likes. Ex: genin era Neji’s total is 21, and shippuden Tenten’s is 20.5. You cannot seriously be telling me that Neji as a genin is stronger than chunin Tenten three years in the future. Come on Kishimoto. There are a few things of note here though, so let’s go through them anyway.

Tenten’s highest stat is her speed, at 3, which is the same as Sasuke from the same databook. So clearly, she’s fast, especially since Sasuke is known for his speed. She's not as fast as Lee, but still quick on her feet and dexterous, with fast reflexes. Makes sense, since the second databook describes her fighting style as “dancing flexibly and firing speedily”.

Her strength is a 1 and her stamina is a 1.5, which is insane to me. Like she’s on Team Gai???? They do 500 laps around Konoha and 1000+ pushups every day???? I reject canon here, fuck u kishi, I know she’s actually buff as hell and has hella stamina.

Her intelligence is a 2, which might seem super low but it matches Sasuke's intelligence, and is only 0.5 lower than Neji and Temari's. I think it just goes to show that the scale for these stats is skewed as hell. But basically what this means is that she operates at a similar level to Sasuke, Temari, and Neji, where she picks up on the things around her, and while she isn't operating on the level of Shikamaru, she's still a good strategist.

Back to the actual show, we get to the elimination round and her fight against Temari (episode 43). I’m basing this part off the anime because their fight in the manga is like three panels long.

So technically, this is “filler” (as if any tenten fan really cares lol).

From the Hokage's commentary, her battle sense is pretty good. She positions herself a perfect distance away from the enemy. She's trying to bait Temari into attacking, to see what her power is and figure out how to counter it, and Temari calls her out on it.

Tenten isn't a 200 IQ genius strategist the way Shikamaru is, but she is still a smart fighter. We can see she thinks in a similar way to him (and Temari) feeling out the enemy's power and what they can do before counterattacking strategically. I need them to be best friends tbh.

Her first reaction when she throws her shuriken at Temari and misses is surprise. She is deeply confident in her own abilities, so it's genuinely shocking to her. She yells "I missed? There's no way!" and in the stands, Gai also insists up and down that Tenten never misses.

She has the utmost confidence in herself, and from the rest of her team. None of them have any doubt in her, and this also ties back to that introductory scene. No wonder Neji let her chuck kunai at targets near him. It's probably something she does regularly too.

Tenten loses to Temari, and is immediately down on herself. We see a lot of this in Shippuden 237, where she's lying in the hospital and loses all her confidence in herself and her abilities.

Shippuden 237 shows us that Tenten does actually have self-esteem issues, even before this fight with Temari. During their first year as genin, when Lee keeps getting defeated by Neji, Tenten tells Lee that he really should just give up on beating Neji, because he's a genius, and Lee is not. It's clear in the voice acting and the expressions that to some extent, Tenten isn't just speaking about Lee when she says this, she's also speaking about herself.

She seems to compare herself a lot to others, often in a negative light, talking down about herself when others are better than her, but still trying her best to surpass them.

But the way she talks after losing to Temari is much worse. Her match with Temari affects her deeply, and likely for many years to come. I think it becomes one of her primary motivations to become stronger, as she keeps holding that moment as her lowest point and vowing to never be that helpless against an opponent again.

Headcanons here. After her fight with Temari, Tenten also throws herself into learning 1) fire jutsu to combat Temari’s wind (this is why she develops that dragon bomb jutsu she uses during the Konoha Crush filler episode), and 2) seals that can absorb/store away opponents’ attacks.

I think Tenten’s primary chakra nature is actually lightning, which is also why she is so weak to wind chakra. I love this post by @/fineillsignup that goes into detail about chakra natures, and a lot of the traits listed under lightning nature fit with my interpretations of Tenten. I also am heavily biased toward the idea of Kakashi, who is basically student-less during the interlude period, teaching Tenten lightning jutsu since she's his husband's friend's student.

Going back to that scene in shippuden 237, I do think her talking down to Lee in their first year as genin is also interesting. Even though I love the idea of Lee and Tenten being besties before Team Gai and her standing up for him, I think the reality is that she probably didn’t really talk to him in the Academy, and once they were on the same team, she was kind to him, and learned to work with him.

Lee very specifically mentions in a flashback in episode 100 that nobody told him anything encouraging, sensei or student. This obviously includes Tenten. So while she wasn’t outright mean to him, she also didn’t have the greatest opinion of him.

She very quickly found herself relating with him, and that probably made her take out some of her own self-loathing on him at first. Eventually they become close, and form a very deep friendship, but things start out pretty rocky.

Kishimoto confirms that every day for a month between the second and final rounds of the chunin exams, Neji and Tenten train together in secret to help him reverse-engineer the 8 trigrams 64 palms and the rotation. It’s interesting that everyone else goes to train with a jounin and only Neji chooses to train with his teammate.

I think this implies Tenten to be a good secret keeper and evidence that Neji already told her about the cursed seal and all the clan drama. During Neji’s speech to Naruto, Tenten���s reaction is shown alongside Hiruzen and Hiashi’s, both of whom already know all about the curse mark and his father’s death. So Neji has told Tenten as well.

Plus Tenten is uniquely suited to help with Rotation, since she can throw a billion knives no jutsu.

During Naruto vs Neji, Tenten gets used as the mouthpiece to explain Neji's attacks, which also shows how well she knows him after training with him for the Chunin exams, but she's also genuinely impressed when Naruto wins, and even compliments him.

There's a brief scene during Shikamaru v Temari where Tenten comments about how she couldn't beat Temari. Also look at her arms. A 1 for her strength stat??? with those arms??? sure kishi.

Okay, we move on to when Orochimaru attacks Konoha, and there’s this filler episode (shippuden 192) where Hinata gets kidnapped by Kumo shinobi. This episode has some small Tenten moments, where you can also see how Neji thinks of her, and I like them a lot.

We start off with Tenten going to check in on Neji after his conversation with Hiashi, and he actually opens up and tells her all about what they had just spoken about, another sign that he's told her about everything with his clan.

When Hinata is kidnapped and the Hyuuga Elder makes Neji go get her, Tenten comes with him, not out of any particular concern for Hinata, but purely to back up Neji. I doubt she likes Hinata much at first (my eyes were opened after this post by @tentenismybitch), so she’s doing this more for Neji’s sake.

As they're chasing after the man who kidnapped Hinata, they get caught in a trap, and Tenten tells Neji to leave her behind (strategic thinking) and Neji only hesitates for a second before agreeing and going on ahead. Neji expresses that this is because he knows Tenten can handle herself.

We see her using a new jutsu (the Dragon Bomb), which as I mentioned before, I think she developed with Temari in mind.

During the Hokage’s funeral we do see her in funeral attire looking sad but is she really? debatable. I think no, but it’s not entirely relevant. This is all personal headcanon here, not based on canon evidence beyond extrapolating from what I’ve seen.

Tenten doesn't strike me as someone burning with loyalty to the village and harping on about the “will of fire” and whatnot. She does her duty, and that’s about it. It doesn’t go further than that. She cares about the people dear to her, but not really about the village specifically.

After the Hokage’s funeral, Tenten doesn’t appear again until the end of the Search For Tsunade arc, which I think is her last non-filler appearance in the original series other than a few flashbacks.

She’s excited about Tsunade coming to the village, and tells Neji after he trains, and asks him to come with her to go see Tsunade. Neji tells her he’s not interested, and Tenten looks a little disappointed.

We see Tenten in some flashbacks to Lee's genin years (episode 100). As Neji is talking down to Lee, Tenten doesn't really say anything, which matches with what i said earlier. But, when Gai tells them that with hard work, anyone can be a shinobi, Tenten has a similar reaction to Lee, while Neji just looks annoyed.

What Gai says seems to give her hope. That with enough hard work, anyone can become great. She doesn't think of herself as a genius, and if anything, seems to group herself with Lee in terms of ability. This is also shown in Shippuden 237, which I'll discuss later.

After this we only see Tenten in the end-of-series filler, which will be part 2 of this post since it's already really long. We'll finish off by looking at data book 2, which came out after the manga for the first series had finished.

From the second data book (screenshot also taken from the Narutoversity), we see part of her personality is being a "busybody" LMFAOOOO. So yeah she's inquisitive and curious, being a research enthusiast, but also uses that same nature to get in on everyone's business too. We can assume she's also observant and detail-oriented, can probably read people pretty well.

I like this a lot! I think Tenten is a good people person, and many find her easy to get along with. She’s probably one of those people that you accidentally find yourself telling really important or deep stuff to without really knowing why. She’s just got this air around her that’s very chill and comfortable.

But I do think she’s nosy, and does wanna know about everything, just to be in the know. She’s a little detective LOL.

The research enthusiast part is a fun thing too. She strikes me as a tinkerer, messing with new weapon designs or seal ideas, constantly turning something over in her head.

The first and second databooks list her hobby as fortune-telling, which is also really cute. I think she knows palmistry and does readings for her friends, and has some knowledge of astrology. She isn't overly superstitious, but she does believe in ghosts, and gets fairly nervous when she sees or hears something that can be considered a bad omen.

She has pride in her weapons, clearly, and her arsenal is implied to be the largest and strongest of any ninja. I’d like to assume that some of her pride comes from the weapons in her arsenal that are of her own design.

Her 'carefree, smiling face' is also an interesting point. At first I was unsure how to interpret this, but to me it reads as her being rather laid-back and carefree, despite her power and lethality. Again, not very sure how to interpret this line and I'd love to hear how anyone else sees it!

It’s cute that Tsunade coming to the village and becoming hokage made Tenten train harder. I think aside from her defeat to Temari, this becomes another major motivation for Tenten. She wants to impress Tsunade, the kunoichi that she admires most.

She says she'd like to fight Sakura, so I think there's some kind of jealousy or something to prove there since Sakura got to be Tsunade’s apprentice and Tenten didn't. This goes back to her low self-esteem and those issues she’s been having since her fight with Temari.

Shippuden 237 touches on this but Tenten did actually try to become a medical ninja for a bit, she just didn’t have the chakra control necessary. Obviously this adds to her insecurities when Sakura turns out to be a natural at medical ninjutsu with unnaturally good chakra control.

I’m not a huge fan of the ‘trying to be a mednin’ part of this ngl, I think she’s a little too fixated on weapons to truly care about medical ninjutsu, and wants to emulate Tsunade just for the ‘strongest kunoichi’ part rather than trying to be her exact carbon copy. Plus, I think (headcanon) Tenten’s chakra control has to be at least decently good in order to do seals, but that’s a different rabbit hole. I tend to disregard this in my fics and will likely continue to do so.

I do like the thing of being jealous of Sakura in some way for being Tsunade’s apprentice, though. It’s some nice flavor and I appreciate the one-sided rivalry. I think it would be funny for Sakura to think of Tenten as the cool senpai and look up to her, meanwhile Tenten is struggling to not immediately challenge her to a duel, Gai-style.

Since this is already super long, I’ll do a part 2 for all the filler arcs she’s in, and then a part 3 for shippuden.

[titanicfreija]

Formal dancing together took some work. The first waltz felt good, but Sunny just relaxed, she didn't dance.

Which was why she wanted to now.

But Freija's lack of creativity often stifled her informal dancing. Rise taught her several but it gave the Titan a series of motions to recite, it didn't teach her how to dance. For all her animation, Freija locked up without guidance. Thus, she held love for waltzes, tangos, and certain maps and games in the crucible.

Unfortunately for Sunny, waltzes and tangos all but necessitated a humanoid shape. So she needed to adapt.

"You've been quiet."

If Freija would give her the time.... "I'm trying to figure out a puzzle," she sort-of-didn't-lie.

Silence hung heavy in the cockpit for several long moments, until Freija slowly tried, "Yeah?"

"I'll tell you when I think I can explain it."

"Ah. Okay. On a scale of one to ten, how imperative is it that I leave you alone?"

Sunny almost got to ask before Freija interrupted. "One being I can point out a pretty flower, and ten being injured in the middle of combat and you already said 'hang on' once."

"Was there a particular thing?" Sunny giggled nervously upon having that trait pointed out. The ghost got irrationally annoyed when Freija called her unnecessarily. (The annoyance had rational roots, being that she wanted to help and knew what was wrong and couldn't get at it, and therefore Freija's call could only be dispair and fear, and it hurt Sunny to hear. The irrationality stood in her being snippy and angry and stormy after the instances.)

"Kinda. Wanted to talk to you about the music and dancing thing again. I know I said I'd drop it..."

Apparently, Freija had expected to be interrupted, because she didn't pick it back up. She was prepared to have an argument just by bringing it up.

Blasted Titan.

"Were you waiting for me to explode at you so I could give you something to argue with?"

"Kinda? I'm still kinda hoping the ranting will help me figure out how to help."

Sunny dropped out of the air and she planned to catch herself over the instrument panel but Freija gasped and cried out, lunging to catch with both hands. "You okay?!"

"I'm exasperated, but I'm fine," Sunny groaned, floating to Freija's ear height. "Didn't mean to scare you, I was just trying to be dramatic."

"It's fine," she muttered, turning back to the controls and checking the autopilot and the gauges artificially.

"I'm... It's sweet, the way you want to help me, it really is, but you do need to face the fact that, occasionally, we do lose."

Freija hardly glanced at Sunny and shrugged lightly. "I know. We lost every step of the way in Neomuna. And the crucible still eats me alive."

Sunny nudged her shoulder. "Sometimes there's nothing left for a thing but to let it lie."

The perpetually hardened brow softened and Freija pouted like a puppy at her ghost, then looked back to her visual. "Sorry."

"It's okay. This time, that's not the case."

The puppy face came back, but happier. "Yeah?"

"The puzzle is finding balance for your structured dances and my non -limbed shape. I can't stretch my petals to reach hands or sub in for legs in ways that'll translate to the dances. So I'm trying to think of what to do."

"There's all kinds of parallel parts dancing," Freija cheered. "Groups in the Tower do it all the time. It takes a second to learn how to do them right, but we can totally dance together!"

Sunny giggled. "I have too many pieces in the wrong places to imitate you guys. My bottom panels are front and back, and I can spread them out and go back and forth, but I can't do it enough to copy footwork."

"Oh? I'll need to see. So you've got... Eight? On your discs?"

"The ones I could use to dance, yes. Top, bottom, left, right. I used the angular ones for a long time, but the pieces move similarly. There's only a few exceptions, most of which are fewer."

"Yay! I can imitate your bouncing motions, spins, kinda things. We'll have to work together for hands and feet for you, or reinterpret, maybe keep feet together?"

"Well... I'll have to remember how, first, I don't want you to think I've got a routine planned or anything."

"Don't let me get excited and scare you," Freija laughed. "But really, when you get your petals worked out, remember how you like to use them, show me so I can see if I can copy with my arms somehow? And if you do anything with the other two sets. I don't know what I can do with my head, but we can work it out!"

Sunny nudged Freija's head gently. "I will," she promised. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being my guardian. What's a five on that scale?"

"Ummm.... Something odd and not readily identifiable from a hundred meters somewhere like the gulch in the EDZ?"

"That'll suffice."

"Okay. I promise not to whine about any music."

[mauannacreates]

My progress update: February 2023

Hi, welcome to the first day of March! I can't believe it's already March...

Well, I wanted to write some sort of extended progress update on what is currently happening so far.

Writing

So, what I’ve completed for writing this month, is I did majority of my character profiles that I’m writing for this book at least. I’ll admit, the character profile list I’m using is from Abbie Emmon’s NaNoWriMo. And honestly, I find it largely helpful and goes deeper into the character, their goals and the relationships between other characters (Which, I’ll be honest, is probably one of the many reasons that it’s taking quite some time to complete.) In addition to trying to complete twelve different character profiles with some of them halved as some of the characters aren’t going to show that big of an appearance as some of the others and also going a bit extensively into it.

And in addition to it, I think I also promised that I wanted to do a scene list. And my definition of it is essentially, how the place looks like, what it feels like, how does the scene change throughout the story and perhaps some history of sorts. I’ll be honest, I haven’t worked on it much, if at all. The most I did is create a file with some outline of the places I wanted to talk about and that’s it. So, I still need to go into detail about those places. And I was really looking forward to starting back up with the story, being like, “Hey! I’m back! Let’s get those thoughts rolling and start over again!” But, at the same time, this is one of the things that I want to get right. I am not too sure if some of the places was consistent throughout the whole story and I want to at least have some outline for it.

So, if I were to say an approximate date, even if something is going to sway in front of my doorstep, I want to start editing the draft at the 15th of March at the latest.

Reading

Last month I didn’t do as much reading as I would like. I borrowed and reserved a bunch of books to the point of now having some books that I have to hand in very soon, which I think there is two in my library list at the moment that has other people reserving that book, so I’d have to return two of those books soon and one that has been extended at least once. I now have seven books left. So I guess it’s not that bad, as long as I can read it whenever I can.

The current book I’ve just finished reading is Twisted Hate by Ana Huang. I was so hooked into the book to the point of squealing. There may have been some people that were looking like why I was squealing, but I swear. The rivals to lovers romance looks pretty good from what I’m reading. They say they don’t like each other, but come on! Why are you noticing details on him and then saying it looks bad! Or from a distance, saying that girl looks beautiful, only if you didn’t know her. 😂 I’m not going to reveal all the spoilers, but I swear… it’s adorable.

But yeah, I’ve been reading books, learning from them, some great like this one. Others, weren’t as good. Some of them, felt like they were spoon feeding me information when it didn’t need to be told. Others used redundant dialogue tags or did other things that may have not been appropriate to the situation. Unless, that is the character's way of expressing themselves, sure. But it seemed weird to me. And even though I haven’t read as much as I did last month, it was cool to learn from every book that I’ve picked up. Even if some of them weren’t as I was anticipating.

What I'm looking forward to

Well, I’m really looking forward to be creating more stories like for flufftober and perhaps other stories or plans that I’d create in the spur of the moment. Or perhaps memes or dialogue prompts that I could create for my characters. Or even drawing some of my characters a bit more, even the ones that I’ve mentioned but never even shown a drawing of (Zev, Snippy and Snappi comes to my mind.)

Yeah, and I’d like to thank those who has went and liked and reblogged the stories and drawings I’ve created. I am really grateful for the attention its gotten within the past month. 😁

[tired-biscuit]

How would the Naruto idiot friend group survive or how long they’d last during no nut november I wonder 🤔💭

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i actually have a moot that did a similar kind of post, here's the link. it was a really fun read, so check it out if you feel like it!!

i know it's not a group of idiots necessarily, but i chose kiba and naruto simply because i think they have the most potential to share custody of a single brain cell (and because they're my faves, lol.) it's all under the cut, because it's obv nsfw.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: just two horny morons suffering because of NNN 🧡 fem!reader, 18+ mdni

𝘄𝗰: 900+ words

𝗞𝗜𝗕𝗔

Fails.

Don’t get me wrong, the man is determined to last – and is loud about it, too – but as soon as it comes to actually committing to NNN, Kiba is all bark and no bite. He lasts not even two full days before his hand winds up in his pants, which, if you take his sky-high libido into consideration, is pretty good actually.

His ego makes him act all smug and proud the first night; he’s messing around in the group chat, talking about how good that first nut on the 1st of December is going to feel, and yet by the second night he’s already growing agitated and snippy because he’s used to jerking one out before bed or early in the morning when he wakes up with a literal coke can in his sweatpants.

He’s so pent-up that he even dreams some whacky-ass scenario with you between his legs, his best friend; drooling and sucking the literal life out of him with that cutesy mouth that always likes to talk shit whenever he teases you, and for some odd reason: it’s enough to make him admit defeat.

He wakes up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat like he’s just had a nightmare despite that it was the literal opposite, and with the image of your cute face covered in his cum still somewhere in the back of his mind. He can still feel your hands on his thighs, the weight of your slick tongue on his dick. So he says ‘Fuck it.’ and opens up Pornhub on his phone. He taps the first video that catches his eye and finishes at the initial blowjob part not even five minutes in whilst his mind insists on replaying that goddamn scenario with you instead. 

The amount of cum he’s managed to produce just because he hasn’t touched himself in two days is unholy. Or it might be because you’re someone who he’s just now realized that he wants so, so badly. Who knows.

He sleeps like a baby afterwards, despite that the post-nut clarity chews on his pride a little. The confused feelings he harbours for you don’t help either. And when he wakes up in the morning, still grumpy but now at least without the persistent ache in his balls from being so horny all the time, all he does is jack off again because it’s literally pointless now and he might as well try to feel good about being a lovestruck loser.

The others know he’s failed the moment he’s actually quiet in the group chat. He doesn’t tell them about the reason as to why, though. Just slaps that ‘seen’ like the sensitive cancer sign that he is, and texts you instead.

𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢

Fails.

Naruto lasts surprisingly longer than he initially thought he would, despite that he took the entire thing as a joke at first. Still, he’s determination incarnate and competitive – as most young men his age are – and he’s going strong for about a week or two just to prove a point that consequently doesn’t even hold any meaning in the end. 

And it shows. Not being able to spill his load makes him impatient. He’s always jittery; bouncing his knee whilst sitting on the couch in your living room while you watch movies and a suggestive scene pops up, staring at you from the corner of his eye for just a little bit too long all the time. After all, Naruto is already touchy and needy on the norm, especially around you, so not being able to stuff his dick inside your warm cunt and bully it to his heart’s content is simply annoying.

What do I even get out of this? Is it worth it? What’s the fuckin’ point, really? – These questions are the only thing he thinks about lately.

However, despite the lack of intimacy during November, his evident struggle is awfully amusing to you. So you egg him on, acting all sweet and coy whilst executing your plans that would lead to his demise like some evil mastermind in the making.

You wear those pretty dresses that show off the tops of your thighs whenever you step onto your tippy-toes and wrap your arms around your tortured boyfriend’s neck. Press your chest to his own real tight, so that he can surely feel your soft tits squish against him, especially late in the evening when you’re both just chilling at home and you’re not wearing a bra underneath the tiny shirts you all of a sudden like putting on around him.

It’s all fun and games – for you, of course. Still, Naruto doesn’t yield all that easily. He just refuses to give.

However, two weeks are certainly a lot for a man with a sex drive so high that it reaches past the clouds. Every little thing, may it be intentional or not, is like a trigger inside that horny pea-brain of his. And because of it, it takes you literally nothing more than bending over in your tight gym shorts for his willpower to finally crack.

You’re in the kitchen, searching for a freaking pot to cook dinner in and not attempting to appear enticing at all for once, and yet the moment his warm hand traces the curve of your ass over the smooth spandex, it’s game over.

Soldier down, his dick ends up buried deep inside your pussy before you can even lay eyes on the stupid pot.

[withoutatrace-pkmn]

ok so let’s get a play by play of what just went down

so my team and I had settled down for yet another picnic. relatively close to alfornada but still outside the boundaries. anyway. we’re sat, enjoying a delicious gourmet sandwich, when suddenly these two guys are approaching, asking about some of my ‘unusual’ Pokemon (the ones that aren’t native to paldea basically). and that’s fine, y’know. however. while Snippy is perfectly fine interacting with students, he’s a bit more reserved around adults. just so long as they don’t get too close and don’t stay too long, he’s fine. I informed the gentlemen of this fact as soon as they approached.

one of them then asked me a question about samus. I was half way through answering when I noticed the other one had taken my distraction as an opportunity to LITERALLY GET RIGHT IN SNIPPY’S FACE and TOUCH HIS FUCKING TAIL.

I not so politely remind the man that I specifically told him not to fucking do that, to which he replies ‘a badass Pokemon like this shouldn’t be scared of me’. meanwhile snippy is shaking, barely holding it together. now both of the guys are crowding me (AND SNIPPY) and are arguing that it’s not their fault they’re curious, they’ve just never seen a drapion before, why am I being so rude? My other pokemon are also getting pretty fucking agitated now, squaring up and shit, and I do Not want to be responsible for two guys getting steel wing-ed.

before things go any further I decide to put snippy in his pokeball so as not to stress him out further. one of the guys sees me pull out the pokeball and proceeds to fucking SLAP IT OUT OF MY HAND.

I. may have lost my temper at this point.

by which I mean I shouted, and I quote, “get the fuck away from us you fucking asshole cunt.”

I think my illusion probably slipped as well (high stress and all that) because tbh I don’t think an eighteen year old yelling ‘cunt’ would cause two grown men to suddenly run off screaming like that. tbh I’m not too bothered about that atp. what I AM bothered about is the fact that moments after I spotted two very young looking Uva students (like, twelve at most) who had absolutely overheard everything and had expressions of what I can only describe as amazement.

TLDR some wankers disrespected by Pokémon’s boundaries, I taught some children new vocabulary and I now live in fear of Clavell taking me out for my crimes.

ah shitballs