#not sure if anyone else has pointed this out

[drwhataretheodds]

GOOD MORNING! here is my attempt to recap everything we've found so far on deltarune.com

for those unaware, last night toby released a new newsletter giving information about deltarune's release date. he also released a clip of an alternate ending for the sweepstakes for if silence would've been chosen instead of freedom. (for those even MORE unaware, the spamton sweepstakes were a 2022 2-day event raising money for a charity where all sorts of hidden pages were shown on the DR website.

now, my (and many other people's) immediate reaction to seeing this, as well as this passage in the newsletter,

was that surely the site had been updated with some new content. and it has, a lot of it! and so this is my attempt to document everything so far.

/sweepstakes/silence/

this page features this short video revealing the alternate ending for the sweepstakes. in it, spamton a. spamton is simply wiped out of existence. not that exciting, but fun to see!

the page also includes a barren version of the main /sweepstakes website, with all the text deleted.

HOWEVER! at the bottom of this page, we can see two links. both of these lead to pages already found in the ORIGINAL run of the sweepstakes.

the rest of this will be under the cut, to avoid spoilers for those interested in exploring the site themselves.

/code

this page is accessible by clicking on the purple square. it was originally found from the main sweepstakes page, on the listing for noelles "fur-thentic cardboard box" from chapter 2. this link leads to the /catpetterz page of noelle's blog, which explains how the Cat Petterz 2 breeding system works. it ends in "Until one day..." which leads to /egg, continuing the story on the previous page. the link at end of /egg brings you to /code, which links back to /egg.

nothing seems to be actually changed on this version of the site, and it only serves as a way to get you back onto /egg.

/egg

this page has all the same text as the 2022 version of the site did, with one exception: the text "secret cats" is now a link! this link leads to /rain.

/rain

this page is an as of yet unseen post from noelle's blog. she describes the experience of staying home from school because of the rain, and a friend coming over to play cat petters. this friend is called "she," making it unlikely to be kris, and as this story takes place in her childhood, it's unlikely to be susie. the postscript says that her friend came over because "she thought that means that I was going to pet HER," which makes me think it might've been catti? if anyone else has any theories, let me know.

the rest of the page discovers another one of noelle's strange cat petters glitches. her "guide to the rarities of different cats" includes "blue ora (aura?)," "rock & roll," and "angle wing" and "super holy angle wing" are listed at 0% and 00000% respectively. another addition to the pile of mysterious connections between noelle and angel symbolism....

she also describes finding a cat that "lowered the amounts of point she had," making her die immediately. the MOST significant thing on this page by far though is a link to "try it yourself," which leads to a simulation of the cat petters minigame she described.

/rarecats

this page links to a cat collecting minigame. one of these green dancing cats will bounce around the screen like the DVD logo, and clicking on it gives an amount of points. the tab title simply displays the number of points so far.

cat-001.gif

this cat gives 10 points. it's probably the "normal" cat that noelle describes.

cat-002.gif

this cat gives 50 points. it's probably the "blue ora" cat that noelle describes.

cat-005.gif

this cat gives 250 points, and plays a guitar chord instead of the sparkling sounds that clicking the other 2 does. it's probably the "rock & roll" cat that noelle describes.

cat-006.gif

this cat gives 1000 points, and plays a very dramatic musical flourish. it also causes a window sprite to briefly appear before disappearing, as seen below.

this sprite links to the /windows page when clicked on. this cat is probably the "ANGLE WING!!!!" cat that noelle describes.

cat-007.gif

this cat gives 3000, and also generates a window sprite linking to the /windows page. it plays a more extended musical flourish as well. it is probably the "SUPER HOLY ANGlE WING!!!!" cat that noelle describes.

other cats

cat-003.gif

this cat looks like a yellow version of the "blue ora" cat. i don't think there's a way to get this cat in the game.

cat-004.gif

this cat looks like the "rock & roll" cat without the flame effect. i don't think there's a way to get this cat in the game.

cat-008.gif

this cat seems to be an even more powered version of the other two angel cats. it may be possible to get in game with even smaller odds, but since noelle's page only lists 2 "angle cats" i think it's unlikely.

cat-009.gif

this is a png of the yellow and pink smile that appears in spamton's basement. the inclusion of it here suggests to me that it is in fact some kind of "cheshire cat" character/allusion, like people have theorized before!

/windows

this page is simply the stained glass window sprite from /rarecats looped over and over. the tab title reads "Are you forgetting something?" each of these links to a page with the words "forest" "grow" "lost" "the" "where" and "would," in seemingly random order. an example of a few of these are

/wherewouldforestlostgrowthe /thegrowlostwouldforestwhere /thewheregrowwouldforestlost /growwherethelostforestwould

only one of these actually leads anywhere, the rest all lead to the "dogcheck" page which is the default for broken links on deltarune.com.

/lostwheretheforestwouldgrow

this page contains an image of a tree, overlayed with an edited version of the water image that seems to be a recurring motif in deltarune, used most recently in "jockington grows the beard". clicking on it plays a solemn piano chord. after clicking a few times, it instead links to /window. the tab title reads "ROOTS."

/window

this page contains the same repeating stained glass windows as /window did. the tab title once again reads "Are you forgetting something?" this time, each links to page with the letters "cdeehhilnooprrt", in seemingly random order. an example of a few of these are

/lonpecrrohedhit /pdolhehrnriceto /ecrorltipendhoh /creohnptredilho

once again, only one of them leads anywhere.

/thepoorchildren

this page is another black screen. this time, you have the ability to draw with the mouse. clicking creates a trail of white squares. the tab title reads "Therapy".

drawing in the middle of the image for around a minute causes a sprite of the "egg room" tree to slowly fade in.

after drawing for a bit, the tree will move to the front and become clickable. clicking on this just returns you to the /egg page mentioned earlier.

as far as i can see, this is everything to be found on the "noelle's blog" side of updates, the ones accessible from the purple square. unfortunately, tumblr has a limit for how many images i can include in a post, so the stuff from the other link i will include in a reblog! be sure to check it out, it's where stuff gets REALLY crazy!

[alchemistc]

"Do you have some time? I could use some help."

Tommy tips his head back against the side wall of the hangar, stares at the rafters, tracks the flight of a starling through the beams. "Not sure I can steal a third helicopter in a little over a calendar year without some consequences," he murmurs, because the sound of Evan's voice is still ringing in his ears and he's fairly certain he'd accept those consequences without blinking, if it came down to it.

Evan's sharp burst of laughter sounds brittle, stale.

"No, I uh - actually I could use some advice?"

Tommy pushes himself up from the overly casual lean. "I'm all ears."

"You're mostly nose and cheekbones, actually," Evan says, that lilt to his voice teetering on dangerous ground for just a moment before he clears his throat.

In the entirety of the six months they were together Tommy heard about thirty individual stories about the times Evan went to someone for advice. About work, about his personal life, about the barista at his local who might have had a personal vendetta against leggy brunettes.

Tommy'd considered it an ill omen that he never made the roster.

"I just, um. I just got off the phone with Chief Simpson?"

Tommy wishes he was there. Sitting next to him, across the room from him, on the other side of a window just looking at him. He sounds - small.

"He's not disciplining you, is he? Because I know a union rep who -."

Evan cuts him off. "He just offered me the 118."

Tommy swallows. Tommy mulls the words over. Tommy tries to think of a delicate way to ask if the rumor that Hen turned it down is true, then.

"And how are you...feeling about that?"

Tommy will be perpetually in Evan Buckley's corner, he knows. From a distance or up close and personal, Tommy will always, always want the best for him.

He's so fucking young. He's lived so many lives at this point Tommy imagines he must sometimes feel ancient, trapped in a body and a mind that hasn't quite caught up to his soul.

Tommy knows he's thought about it, before. Taking on that role, using the skill set Bobby taught him to make another house into a home. But he'd likely never thought about it in the context of not having Bobby a phone call away. Certainly never thought about replacing Bobby.

"I don't - I don't know. How I'm - how I'm feeling. It's - I just - I want -."

Tommy checks the time. Watches the starling flit across the ceiling towards the nest Donato had threatened to beat them all about when they mentioned trying to find a way to dislodge it. Twenty-seven minutes until the end of his shift. His replacement is already here, fucking around in the weight room, bag already stuffed in his locker and flight suit already laid out on the bench because Goggins has zero respect for anyone else who might need the locker room. Melton won't mind if he takes off early. Might even be pleased to shave two hours and twenty seven minutes of OT off the books when Tommy asks if he can leave, instead of staying late. "Do you want to meet up, somewhere?"

"I... Tommy." He's not sure what his name means, sounding like that, in this particular context.

"Wherever you want. I can be almost anywhere in an hour or less. This just feels like something you might need to wrap your head around for a minute and -." He has to be vulnerable, here. In a way he fucking hates. "And it sounds like you could use a hug. I'd - I'd like to give you a hug."

Evan had never exactly been precious, about how much he craved the casual touches as much as the intimate ones.

He has to wonder who got bumped, to make Evan call him. Why not Howie, Hen, Maddie, Eddie?

"Are - are you serious?"

"As a car crash. Time and place and I'll be there."

Hopefully it won't actually require him to steal another bird to make it happen, but he'd do it, no questions asked.

"Is it out of order to suggest your place?"

Tommy can feel his brows quirking. Is Eddie still in town? Why the hell isn't Evan going to him with this?

"It's incredibly convenient for me, actually."

It's short work to let him know about how long it'll be, that he doesn't need to bring anything ("Evan, I'm serious, just be safe getting there."), to start his search for Melton. He's halfway through a rushed goodbye when Evan blows out a breath.

"Thank you, Tommy."

It's unnecessary, but it hits him right in the sternum. He'd never needed the thanks, actually preferred most of the time to have the things he does for other people go unacknowledged - thanks for that one, dad - but the tenor of Evan's voice, the tremble on his name, makes Tommy want to break the speed barrier to get to him.

Fuck.

He's never shaking loose from this one.

"Hey, you call, I come."

It feels like glass scraping it's way up his throat and out of his mouth. It feels like the type of confession he can't take back.

"I...same. Just so you know."

He hadn't known that. It's...terrifying.

"I'll see you soon, Evan.*

He still sounds small, as he says goodbye.

Tommy would fight the whole damn world to never have to hear his voice sound like that again. Best he can manage now is making his way home as quick as possible.

Maybe it'll be enough.

Maybe.

[for-a-longlongtime]

You Can't Chase Away The Queers & Gays & They's

aka: have your little delulu fantasies but don't you dare be a homophobic/queerphobic cunt about it.

I'm so fucking serious right now.

A certain amount of people are being absolutely psychotically ridiculous right now over that Pedro poem published in the project by Mustafa (the poem isn't new, he had this on his blog in the early 2010s, btw). Within hours, people are yelling in public comments tHiS pROveS hE iS iNTo pUsSY + hEArTbRoKEn ovEr a wOmAN, PLUS sending anons to me and other queers saying 'this poem proves he's not gay!', 'stop writing f***** shit about him now!', further speculating, wanting receipts whether he ever talked about specific genders, etc.

You're losing the plot. STOP IT.

I'm not even gonna go into how appalled Pedro would be to know there's literally a Straight Crusade group that has been scouting socials since forever just to post fake stories. No, my concern is about all the queers, gays, and they's (the LGBTQIAS2+ community) among us fans -- especially the young ones, who are seeing all that anti-queerness and homophobia happening. It's 2025 and in so many countries queer rights are under attack, queer youths are suicidal at much higher rates than straight kids, and it still happens every fucking day that queers coming out means they're losing family, friends, jobs, housing, custody of kids, etcetc.

Let me clarify: I don't give a shit about Pedro's sexuality or who he sleeps with/dates. I’m not the person you’re gonna want to ask about any of that. Do I as a queer feel (and a lot of others with me) like he's been doing plenty of queer signalling through the years? Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's gospel/fact, and I'm sure as hell not trying to prove it or convince other people.

What IS a fuckin' problem though is when people and blogs are whipping up other fans into a literal frenzy, making them think that they need to 'defend' P or prove he's not gay. Sure, disect the poem and whatever else, knock yourself out, but do not send other people - especially not queers - plain ass hate about it, just because you want to impose your POV on them. Because you are harming people by making them feel like it's not okay to be queer/gay, and you're using Pedro as a means to do so. That's fucked up.

I'm not here to police anyone, but I'm telling y'all to have some common sense if this is something that you have either inadvertently or deliberately been doing. This is exactly why there are so few gay and queer male fans active in this fandom, because they see how much negativity there is at and how obsessive the compulsory heterosexuality is in some corners of the fandom. This is exactly why queer and trans folks feel unsafe to reach out and get to know other fans. This is why a lot of writers (queer and straight) often feel reluctant to write mlm/gay fanfic (be it P Boy x male reader/male OC, or P Boy x P Boy, or P Boy x canon character). This is why new queer/gay fans feel hesitant to put out work with queer representation, because they're afraid of negative comments or anons. And that SUCKS, because they want to tell their stories as much as other writers do, but it's damn hard when you look at the queer/homophobia that has been on the rise in this fandom as well as in society.

Is your ability to like his work, to like him as an actor, or even just as a person who does a lot of good stuff for marginalized communities, actually DEPENDENT on his (perceived) sexual orientation? On who he sleeps with or dates/has dated? To the point that you feel like you need to 'defend' him or prove things to other people? Because, first of all, in case nobody told you and it didn't occur to ya: he's not gonna fuck YOU. Second of all: wow. Get it together.

Finally, I can't believe I need to make this point, but: just because you don't like queers, doesn't mean they're gonna go away. Why are you reading my blog or Erin's or anyone else's tumblr that's clearly about queer stuff (we actually do indicate that already in our bio/pinned posts, you know) if you don't like it? WHY are you reading gay fanfic (which is about Pedro characters, not even RPF/Real Person Fiction, and YES - that is a very big difference) if it makes you angry? Most of all, why do you feel like it's okay to act like a fuckin asshole?

Stop reading things you don't like. Block people you don't like. Dislike stuff all you want, but just don't be a homophobic piece of shit about it.

Also, go read Erin's post right here.

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

One chance, will you succeed? II

Synopsis: being forced to live with your supposedly 'father' you have finally succumb to your fate. But what if you have one more chance to get out? But you'd have to sacrifice your pride for your future. Can you do that?

In school you had learned that a muskrat would chew off its own leg to get out of a trap.

You had mixed feelings about that at the time.

It was brave what the muskrat what doing, but it was also kind of stupid. Atleast that's what you thought.

But now looking at what position your in ,you begin feeling exactly how the muskrat must've felt when trap clamped down on it's leg.

Muskrat aren't that smart and they don't have hands. They wouldn't know how to take off the trap even if someone showed them.

Now, you feel exactly how the poor animal felt.

Helpless.

You wouldn't describe yourself as a helpless princess waiting to be saved. But you sure wouldn't deny anyone willing to help.

But alas you have no one to help you. So you have to do the dirty work instead and in doing so maybe lose a bit of pride and dignity.

But who's to blame you when this is the only option you have? Well, there's no one here to blame you or know what you're planning on doing...

Well except the desperate boy beneath you...

But not even he knows your true intentions and that's clear by the way he keeps his hands tightly around your hips.

As if he's scared you'd vanish if given the chance. (You would.)

His breaths comes out in whines and he can't help how his hips push up into yours. You can barely even tell what he's saying at this point something like "Please, I'll be good." But you don't really care either.

You should push him away since everything has gone to plan. Your tracks are covered there's nothing else to worry about...but what would be the fun in that?

"Your pathetic." You mutter but he hears it. And he doesn't even deny or try and defend himself. Because what's the point? Right now that's exactly what he is... Pathetic.

He squims beneath you trying to get any friction possible.

Being tired of his needy please you kiss him in hopes of shutting him up.

The kiss is rushed and you honestly just want it to be over but he holds your face firm against his keeping your lips locked together.

He kisses you roughly not daring to let go. His hold on the back of your head is firm and you wonder if he's actually trying to kill you by how your losing air.

Eventually he does let go and you both gasp for air and you see it in his eyes. His sick deluded eyes.....

He's inlove with you.

Now thats some deep shit. You had thought that his obsession was nothing deeper then him just wanting to know you.

But as you look into his baby blue eyes you can see it clear as day.

Your sure that if he was a cartoon there'd be literal hearts in his eyes.

He doesn't give you much thought on that though ,as he slightly pushes you off just slightly though. And you think that he's trying to get you off his lap but he's not.

You quickly try and get off but he stops you and keeps a firm hand on your hip as the other goes to unbuckle his pants.

You look at him confused did he really want it to go this far? Oh, who are you kidding of course he did! He's as pathetic as lovesick puppy.

He positions you right back onto his now very hard buldge and now the only thing that's separating you two is his boxers and your clothes.

"Don't stop....please?"

And when the hell did his voice get so cute when he's whining? You can see the tears of frustration and pure need on the edge of his eyes almost daring you to make them fall.

But then the gods above must've seen your position or maybe you just got lucky either way you aren't complaining.

'Ding!' Your phone goes off and Tim's to lost in the moment to even hear it. But you do and your quick to grab it.

And you ignore Tim's childish pout as you check the message.

'Sister, I require your assistance on this particular painting. Meet me in the art room ,immediately.' The texts reads and for once your actually glad that Damian texted you.

"Sorry I gotta go. Damian needs me." You mutter pushing his hands off your hips and standing up.

"You can't just leave like this....please?" Tim begs and he follows your action and stands up.

"I'm sure the brat doesn't need you that bad." He continues trying to reach for you but your quick to pull away.

"And if I don't go he'll come looking for me...and how would we explain what we were doing? Huh genius?" You say mockingly. You wanted what you were saying to hurt.

You wanted him to feel how you felt everyday inside the manor ,hurt.

"Of course the Demon brats a cockblocker too." Tim whispers under his breath but you don't hear him. No, your already out the door before he can try and persuade you to stay.

Walking down the hall and up some more stairs you found yourself at the door of the art room.

Only damian would demand your attention at 2am. But you can't act to suspicious or look like a mess.

So you make sure your hairs decent and your clothes are smoothed and take a deep breath before walking in.

Walking in Damian already standing infront of a canvas covering whatever is painted on it..

"What took you so long?" Damian asks his eyes never leaving the canvas.

"I was asleep, like you should be." You say adding a fake yawn to sell the act.

Damian scoffs rolling his eyes ,decideding to ignore the obviously fake yawn.

"Well art doesn't sleep, sister."

"Well your not art." You retort , voice still holding that same venom you've had ever since you met him. Or more like they forced you to meet him.

"You speak so little of me ,sister...as if you do not care." He says the pout on his face now very clear as he turns around to face you.

"I don't." You mutter under your breath as you scoff but you don't let him hear your words. No, you'd be a fool to do that. Last time you did that the outcome was not in your favor. So you say it quietly...

"What are you painting?" You ask as you move infront of him to look at the painted canvas.

Your movements are so fluid as if he's not there and that causes the small boy to pout even more.

"Don't you ever get tired of painting me?" You say as you look at the canvas that was almost mirror-like.

It looked just like you, you couldn't help as your hands traced the outline of your painted face on the canvas.

It was almost cute how Damian looked up to you. Almost. It started off simple a sketch now and then ;then it turned into full on murals.

It was nice knowing he looked up to you. But you draw the line at the obsessive amount of painting dedicated to your face solely.

"Don't you ever get tired of hating me?" He says his eyes looking at you with adoration but you can tell he's memorizing every inch of your face. Probably for another painting.

"Fair enough." You whisper more to yourself then to him.

"Do you like it?" He asks ,his voice quiet waiting for your approval. Needing your approval.

"Its....realistic." You murmur eyes still on the undeniably beautiful painting. But you'd never tell him how much you truly admired his work.

He hums heart squeezing in his chest at how you barely react. It should get easier each time you critique his art or each time you verbally state you have no interest in being his sister.

But it doesn't.

It hurts just the same each time. Even worse on some days.

The young ex assasin boy will always yearn for your approval no matter how much you deny him.

"That's the point." Damian mumbles but his words have no true bite to them like they would if someone else would've committed on his painting. No, his words are soft and hurt.

His eyes now at the floor unable to look you in the eyes. As of he's disappointed ,not you ,but at himself.

And for a moment the room is calm as you stare deeply into the painting that replicates you completely.

Tearing your eyes away you turn to Damian. Sadly he doesn't look at you back. Instead he stands like a kicked puppy begging for acceptance. Atleast that's what he looks like. And kinda is.

Looking at him now he doesn't look like robin. Or an ex assasins...just a kid. But you have to remind yourself what he's done to you. What they've done to you.

So you don't show any empathy as he continues looking pitiful. Though his eyes continue looking at the ground you notice something.

Something different.

You tilt your head and your hands make their way to his chin lifting it so his eyes meet yours. And he gladly let's you since he's so eager for your affection.

His eyes look at you softly waiting for anything ,but your to worried about something else.

"Your eyes...their blue." You say your voice just a whisper as if verifying it to yourself.

Damian tilts his head like a confused puppy.

"They have always been blue ,sister" Damian says his voice soft but also mocking.

"No, they were green..." You say your eyes never leaving his now blue ones. What was going on?

His eyes have always been green you were so sure of it. Though yes you despised him you couldn't deny his eyes were beautiful.

Green like the forest you thought. Never blue. One of the traits he got from his mother... atleast that's what you thought.

"Are you feeling well ,sister?"

"Stop lying. Your eyes have always been green." You say your grip on his chin tightens almost instantly but not harsh. Never harsh.

Damian looks at you like you just just said something ridiculous and that makes you confused. He really isn't lying is he?

Letting go of his chin you step back.

"Are you sure your alright, sister? I'll go get Alfred..." Damian says worry etched on his face as he looks at you. You look fine just....confused.

"No, don't get Alfred. I'm fine...just need some sleep." You say hoping he'll buy the lie. Even though part of what you said is true.

Because how the hell did his eyes change colors over night? Yeah you definitely needed sleep.

"I'll assist you to your room ,sister." Damian say his feet already making their way towards you.

"There's no need damian. I know where my room is." You say sarcastically already making your exit out of the art room before Damian could protest.

You rub your temples on your way to your room ,clearly stressed. Were you really losing your shit?

"You okay sweetheart?" Bruce voice rings throughout the quiet hall till it reaches your ears. Of course you weren't alright your losing your damn mind! But like he'll your telling him that.

"I'm fine ,dad."

Dad? Dad. God's you hated calling him that but you knew what would happen if you didn't. And sitting through an entire movie with your overbearing father was not on your wishlist.

"Just tired." You mumble as you continue walking. Trying to escape having a full conversation with the man you couldn't stand.

"Get some rest!" Bruce all but shouts as you continue walking to your room.

You sigh as you finally lay down in your room. Peace. This was peace. But what do the always say? Oh, yeah.

Calm comes before the Storm.

You yawn your eyes finally drifting shut as you roll to lay on your side only to fill something crumb beneath you. Groaning you lazily try and pull whatever is underneath you out.

But it doesn't budge so you tiredly sit up. And pull the piece of now crumbled paper from under you.

"Shit I thought I put up my homework?" You mumble tiredly but the rooms to dark to see what's on the paper.

But wait this doesn't feel like just a piece of paper. Something inside you is deeply telling you but you toss it aside decideding to wait till tomorrow. Because right now you need sleep.

The next day you wake up to thunder a big storm. Yawning and wiping your eyes you hardly even glance at the raging storm outside but what does catch your eye si the piece of paper from lats night. Actually it's a note.

Your gut gets that feeling like you're about to puke. But you brush it off. It's just a dumb note right? Probably from dick telling you about his day or jason telling you he'll see you today. Or maybe even Tim annoyed about the state you left him in last night.

Either way it's just a note right?

Wrong. The words in the note twist your stomach like you've been pushed down a forty feet tower.

And in this moment you feel just like the muskrat who chews off his own leg to escape the trap.

But you also understand one thing from the muskrat now ,that you didn't before.

Maybe the muskrat wasn't stupid or brave.

Maybe the muskrat knew he'd die if he chewed of ihis leg.

But maybe dying was better then living his whole life with his foot trapped in a cage....

Oh! and what did the note say? Simple words really.

'It worked. NOW RUN.'

Who knows this might be your way out. But you could be just as stupid or brave as the muskrat.

The question is are you?

Thanks for reading!

Likes comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi hi!!! Can I request Bob and Void relationship headcanons please! Love your work and I hope you have a good day!

Void’s section of this is possessive, controlling and kinda manipulative in a way, so I might as well put that out there for you all.

Bob is the sweetest man who’s been given the hardest time, yet he still smiles and is warm and beautiful and gentle with how he goes through your relationship with you.

Seriously this man thinks he’s the luckiest person in existence to have you in his life, he’s always waking up everyday with the thought that you were with him, it’s enough to have him smile and feel giddy and feel as if he could do anything. (He literally can do anything, he’s powerful and invincible)

Yet while all the power he has, you made him feel the most powerful in his entire life and he couldn’t even explain just how much you mean to him, he could try but feared he’d only trip up on his words and just end up sheepish and apologising for not being able to get his words straight.

But seriously you’ve blessed this man in ways you can barely understand. You’ve given him hope, security, a safe haven for when he has his really bad days and been nothing but an encouraging force when he has his good days and did the smallest things like get out of bed or shower.

Your support and understanding of his situation was something he thought he’d never get, something he feared he be called a burden for, and yet you stood by him no matter what and still confidently called him the man you loved with your whole heart and nothing less.

You didn’t see no reason to view him less when he was unable to get out of bed, but instead you kept him company and made sure he was comfortable, you reminded him that you weren’t going anywhere if he wasn’t going. You wanted to stay with him and gently kiss his forehead, caress your fingers across his dark bag and press your forehead against his and just stay there as though you were trying to reach his thoughts and tell them to cut him some slack.

All Bob could do during those low point was be on the brink of tears with how gently you cared for him while still being from enough to remind him that he should at least eat or drink a little, you didn’t care about missing out on anything, not when your partner was internally suffering and you’d gladly care for him until he wasn’t able to make it past his bedroom door. He didn’t believe that he deserved you at most time but you’d always peck him on the lips before he could even finish the sentence.

‘You are just as deserving of anything just like anyone else, if not more and I will not have you talk down on yourself, you are my partner and I will stand by your side whenever you need me to.’ You tell him earnestly, holding his face within your hands. ‘You need me and I need you just as much, if not more, I’m not leaving you to rot when I know I can at least be of some help. I love you too much to be so heartless and shallow.’

Hugs are a thing you do when words fail you, you just hold each other closely, foreheads pressed to one another as you just allowed your gently caresses and calm breathing speak how you felt at ease and at peace with one another. It was a difficult start when Bon would flinch when your hands touched his cheeks, so you took it one step at a time until he was poetically refusing to let go of your wrists, keeping your hands pressed to his cheeks as he melts in your touch, memorising it as best as he could while looking at you adoringly.

He made you feel seen and loved in a way that left you speechless, breathless but in the best way. You wanted all of his love and you didn’t have to say much to get it either as he was eager to give it to you with the soft, uncertain kisses he left upon your cheek or forehead and smiling sheepishly afterwards as he asks if he did good with burning cheeks.

‘You always do good for me baby.’ You replied, which only made his cheeks burn redder as his smile stretched across his face.

His hands can barely stay still for a single second. They need to be doing something and they’re favouring to do? Fiddle with your fingers or hold onto some part of you when you were within reach, whether it be your shirt, jacket sleeve or jeans. Bob’s fingers will fiddle with it or your fingers as you intertwine your hands, allowing him to caress your knuckles with his thumb or squeeze your hand three times to tell you he loved you.

Loving Bob was a dream come true for you, loving you was a dream come true for Bob, loving each other as deeply and a truly as you two did was something envied by all as a love as innocent and pure as yours was surly the stuff of romance books and happily ever after. You were his guiding light and he was your golden guardian.

Bob gets incredibly flustered when you wear his sweatshirts, seriously as if you couldn’t be more beautiful in this man’s eyes, you had to go and steal his sweater and make this man’s heart go into overdrive. He’s staring at you the entire day like a lovesick puppy until someone (John the prick) tells him that he’s staring and suddenly you were far too precious for him to look at.

You secretly loved his adoring staring and his inability to look away, so you smack John in the back of his head for being a prick towards your lover, saying that if there was anyone allowed to look at you it was Bob, so he should be the one to avert his eyes from you not your sweet and handsome man.

You’d fight god for Bob, he’s telling you not to but your mind is already made up. You must protect your sweet boy who runs extremely warm and is all powerful and invincible, yet you wanted to coddle him to your chest and kiss him senseless and you do. His sweet smile and soft eyes were enough to have you wanting to spend the day giving him as many kisses possible.

Forehead, cheek, nose, lips, eyelids, jaw, chin, neck, behind his ear, everywhere you will kiss this man as he stand awkwardly and giggles cutely. You smother him in affection but not too much to overwhelm him, just enough to have his cheeks flush and him holding onto your waist tightly as if he didn’t want to let go.

Loving Bob was warm, soft, sweet, gentle and kind as your first kiss was one to remember for certain, it’s gentle a little sloppy but it was worth the breathlessness you felt after pulling away from him, seeing his disheveled apparent and bewilderment within his eyes as though he didn’t expect himself to do such a thing, to take charge. You on the other hand wanted him to do it again a million times over for the rest of your shared life.

He treasures everything you give him, whether it’s plushies, they’re on his bed even if they take up half of it. He doesn’t like leaving any out, he holds them all to his chest when he sleeps with a massive smile upon his face, you could give him a bracelet you made and he’s never taking it off. It’s apart of him now forever and each time he touches it, he knows you’re with him wherever you were. He loves having a piece of you with him at all times, a reminder of who’s waiting for him or he’s waiting for every time you come back to the Watchtower from missions.

Bob is there waiting with wide open arms to hold you against him as he breaths you in, happy that you were okay.

Void

The opposite of Bob.

He’s knowing of what he wants and he’ll take it no matter what, he doesn’t care who stands in his way becuase who can take down a god like entirely like him? Absolutely no one.

You are his most precious possession and he’s a selfish dragon hoarding you away from everyone who could want you as much as he does.

Void doesn’t share and he’s not going to start now either, whoever looks at you longingly is now a shadow on a pavement somewhere. He doesn’t care about anything but keeping you all for himself, he’s selfish with you and would hoard all of your time and attention, so much so that you won’t noticed that Void has kept you away from everyone else for the entire day.

You couldn’t see him smile but you could feel that he was whenever you realised that you feel for his trap all the time.

He’s confident in his powers, he’s not concerned with anyone being more powerful than him when he was the pinochle of power itself in shadowy form. A form that can change appearance from time to time but he was perfectly content with his current one for the time being.

it was unassuming and yet still strikes that fear that something was wrong but not in the uncanny valley type of way, but close enough to understand his level of threat that was bubbling underneath.

He’s not afraid to show that you were his, not in the slightest. He’ll show off that you were his however he can with his possessive grabs and reminders that you can’t exactly escape him, for he’ll only follow you until you retuned to his arms like you should.

Got jealous of Bob and wanted whatever he had, he doesn’t like it when people have what he wants, what he desires and craves carnally. So why not just steal you away? It’s not like you minded at all, so what’s the problem?

Void is the one making the first moves, he does it in a way that tells you that this was your reality now, that he was what you should be thinking about constantly and without fail, that he should be the only thing that matters to you and no one else.

His kisses were demanding of attention, demanding you of your devotion and love and affection, things that were all his simply because you were his, his alone to love and be loved by as selfishly as he wanted.

Keeps a close eye on the people you have within your life, if he senses that they were trying to put distance between you and him, then he will rid them however he sees fit, for no one was allowed to come between you and Void at all.

His hold over you was airtight and it was near impossible to escape it as he could appear before you within a blink of an eye as his pinprick eyes stare deeply into your own, he knows where you are without having to try so hard either, he finds it humorous when you do try to escape his gaze, the hunt entertained him greatly as he followed you at a slower pace.

He makes you think you’re somewhat in control, only for the truth to come out as he reminds you that he lets you off with certain things because he loves you and only you. So you should treat him the same by dedicating yourself to him only and no one else, he didn’t care the relationship you had with others, they didn’t matter as much as your relationship with him.

Is into the whole predator/prey thing. Void obviously being the predator and you being the prey each and every time.

Knows your fears so intimately that it shouldn’t come as a surprise if you act out he’ll just trap you in your worst moments until you’ve learned your lesson, but this was a rare punishment because Void was under the belief that you could do no wrong and that it was everyone else trying to poison your mind against him.

There are moments where he acts like a gentleman towards you as he kisses the back of your hand, holding onto it tightly in a way that erased any chances of putting distance between the two of you, has his hands respectfully upon your waist but his grip was almost iron clad and kept you pressed to his chest in a manner that screamed ownership.

Void hordes you like a dragon with its gold, keeping you hidden from all, keeping you in his version of safety and protection, unable to let you go because he didn’t want to let you go and refused to do so. For you were his to have and to hold and to keep, no one else should be granted a glimpse of you at all.

[writtendaydreamm]

Three Nights Ago

Summary: Langdon has had enough of the silent treatment and confronts Y/n about it

Author’s Note: Based on this submission. I don’t think I’ve really written much angst, but I tried my best lol. Working on a part two, hopefully a resolution between them, but we’ll see! Let me know your thoughts!

Y/n hadn’t spoken to Langdon since that night.

At first, he thought maybe she just needed some space, some time to think. Then she came in to work this morning without so much as a glance in his direction, and he knew it was more than that.

She was purposefully avoiding him.

He could only assume it was because of what he said.

Part of him regretted saying it. After all, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, right? And what he and Y/n had wasn’t broke at all. Quite the opposite. The no-labels, friends-with-benefits, situationship they had going on worked for them. He couldn’t complain. Things were good the way they were.

And still, the thought that things could be better than just good constantly lingered in the back of his mind. It would be a lie to say he didn’t want more. He’d wanted more for a while. Out of fear he’d fuck things up, he never voiced those thoughts out loud, keeping them strcitly to himself.

At least up until that night, that is.

Utterly content, limbs tangled with hers under the sheets, drunk off the feeling of finishing inside of her slick warmth, the thought slipped past his lips before he had a chance to stop himself.

“We should give this another shot.”

It’s not like they were far off from being a couple as it was. He still had a copy of a key to her place, she still had one to his. A half-used bottle of that expensive shampoo she used sat in his bathroom cabinet. A few bottles of his favorite beer were stocked in the back of her fridge.

They’d been doing this dance on-and-off for years now. Never able to call it quits but never able to commit to making it work either. The first time they tried, they had jumped in too passionately, too hastily, too early on in their careers. Like a meteor, they burnt out and crashed at a devastating speed. Then she had met someone else. And then so had he. Needless to say, neither of those exploits lasted very long — none of them ever did. Anyone they tried to see or sleep with was only ever a fleeting moment of sobriety from their all-consuming addiction to one another.

Things were different now though. They were older. More mature. Nearly done with residency. It could work this time. He really believed that.

Of course, she didn’t give him a clear answer that night. Not that he expected one right then. It was a loaded suggestion. He knew that.

He did expect them to talk about it at some point though. It wasn’t his intention to open that door, but it was open now and he needed to know if she was going to walk through it with him or close it in his face.

Three days have passed. Not only had they not discussed that particular topic again, but they hadn’t discussed anything at all since then.

Leaving his texts on read. Not returning his calls. She’d even gone as far as trading shifts with one of the mid-shift residents the last two days all to avoid being around him.

It was worse than outright rejection and he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Tempted to show up to her apartment last night and confront her, he talked himself out of it. It wouldn’t have done anything more than push her further away from him. And that was the last thing he wanted.

Two hours into their shift now and she’s still somehow managed to keep her distance from him. Standing as far as possible from him during rounds. Spending more time in the waiting room doing triage with interns than she’s done in the last couple of years. The closest they’d come to an actual interaction was brushing shoulders as she zoomed past him helping push a gurney into Trauma bay 2.

He figured he’d have to wait till their shift ended to confront her, but luck was on his side today. They both stopped at the nurses station at the same time. They couldn’t have been further apart, standing at opposite ends, but it was better than nothing. He stared at her shamelessly hoping she’d look up and acknowledge him in some way, give him something other than this undeserved cold shoulder. Y/n remained unphased however, typing away on the keyboard in front of her as if he wasn't actively burning a hole through her head with the heat of his stare.

Never one to shy away from telling him like it was, this was unlike her. If she didn’t want things to change that’s all she had to say. While it was true he wanted more, he’d rather things stay as they were than lose her. As inconsistent as their relationship was, she had remained one of the only consistencies in his life. He needed her. She was his crutch. Even just a few days without seeing her, hearing her, feeling her, left him totally crippled.

Watching her walk away from the nurses station, he took his chance. It was unfair to corner her while they were both supposed to be working but he couldn't let this go on any longer.

—

Feeling someone come up behind her, Y/n didn’t have to turn around to know exactly who it was. Maybe it was his cologne, or the familiar sound of his footsteps, or just his presence that she was so attune to. Whatever it was, she knew it was Langdon.

With a heavy sigh, she allowed him to drag her by the arm into an empty examination room. She could have fought his hold if she really tried. Run off and delay the inevitable for another day. Maybe even two if Collins was willing to switch days off with her. But it wouldn’t do much. She couldn’t avoid him forever. They worked in the same hospital, in the same department, on the same shift. It was surprising to have dodged him at all these past few days.

She had every intention to have a conversation with him about that night…eventually. Once she finally knew what she was going to say to him.

However, in the three days she bought herself to think it over, the only things she had put together was the fact that the right words would never come to her, and that even if they did it wouldn’t make a difference. This conversation was going to be hard and painful no matter how she worded it.

If it were up to her alone, she wasn’t sure when she’d gather the nerve to finally speak to him. In a way, Y/n was relieved he was forcing her to rip the band aid off and tell him what’s been on her chest these last three days. This was a conversation they needed to have sooner rather than later and she had put it off for too long as it was.

With the door locked shut, and the curtain pulled close, there was no escaping for either of them now. No turning back.

Standing on either end they were only just a few feet away from each other, but it felt like they were an ocean apart. This was the first time they’d been in the same room since that night. The familiar comfort and intimacy they shared in his dimly lit apartment then was quite the contrast to the awkward tension between them now under the unsettling fluorescent lights.

Silence filled the small, sterile gray examination room, drowning them. They sized each other up, waiting to see who would break and gasp for air first.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Langdon said finally. It wasn’t clear from his tone whether he was asking or telling her this. It was clear however that this had been weighing on him heavily these past few days. She could hear the strain in his voice, see the burden behind his eyes.

It killed her to see him hurt this way and all because of her. For a second she debated sparing his feelings. She could say she traded shifts because of a last minute appointment, or a family emergency that came up. Say she was just too busy and never got to reply to his messages. But he knew her too well and would know she was lying.

Besides, she wouldn’t want him to lie to her. If she wanted his honesty, then she would need to be honest as well.

“You’re right. I have been avoiding you,” she said, owning up to her odd behavior.

He didn’t know what the right thing to say next was, but he did know he was willing to say and do whatever he needed to make things right between them again.

“I know it’s about the other night. And before you say anything, just forget I brought it up. Okay? Things between us are good the way they are, we don’t need change what we’re doing or try-”

The sound of her laugh cut him off. It was a dry, humorless laugh but a laugh nonetheless. Langdon narrowed his eyes at her in confusion and disbelief. Here she was laughing in his face while he was being vulnerable and open about his feelings.

“Glad you find this funny, Y/n.”

“It’s not funny, it’s just — I mean you really thought that’s why I haven’t been speaking to you? Because you said we should get back together? No, Frank,” she shook her head. Her expression stiffened like stone, bracing herself before she continued, “I found your pills.”

She watched his reaction carefully, checking for his ticks and tells. But his poker face was impressive. If he was feeling any sort of pressure it wasn’t showing. He feigned ignorance so well she would’ve bought it had she not seen with her own two eyes the plastic bag of pills stuffed lazily between a pile of shirts in his drawer.

“What are you talking about? What pills?” he asked, brows furrowed convincingly.

“Your bag of benzos. Or the hospital’s benzos I should say. Right? Cause that’s where you stole them from?”

That pulled the rug straight from under him. His face fell instantly and his heart followed falling what felt like a hundred feet down to the pit of his stomach. There was nowhere else to turn, no other way out of this than to deflect and deny.

“Woah — stole? Benzos? Really, Y/n. Are you actually accusing me of what I think you are?”

“Of diverting drugs? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m accusing you of.”

“Don’t be ridiculous-”

“Frank, spare me. Please. I ran an audit,” she said before he could continue to dismiss what she already knew to be true.

Langdon’s demeanor changed completely at the mention of the audit. His composure faltered, the innocent, ignorant act dropped. He stood before her now guarded and defensive.

With a heavy-heart, Y/n released the last sliver of hope she held onto that this was all just some big misunderstanding. It was obvious now, written all across his face, that this was exactly what it seemed, what she feared.

When she found those pills she wanted so badly to find a logical explanation. There had to be. She thought and thought of every possible reason he would have those pills. As hard as she thought, only one thing came to mind — drug diversion.

Walking into work the morning after, it hung over her head like a dark cloud and the pills she hid in her bag weighed like a ton of bricks. If what she suspected turned out to be true, she risked the safety of their patients and the future of her own career if she didn’t do her due diligence. The guilt of running a medication dispensing report behind Langdon’s back was severely outweighed by the need to ease her own conscience. Upon examining the report, she hoped to find her worries dispelled. But rather than the dark cloud lifting up and away, it poured down on her instead in a heavy rain that washed away any possibility of Langdon’s innocence.

The discrepancies were undeniable. He prescribed and “wasted” more painkillers than any other doctor in their department. That, paired with the pills she found all but confirmed it.

Arms crossed, Langdon doubled down, refusing to admit to it. “That audit doesn’t prove anything.”

“I think Robby would beg to differ.”

All the color drained from his face at the mention of their attending. “Please tell me you haven’t told him about this bullshit?”

“No, not yet.”

Though she should’ve. When she found that bag of pills in his drawer that night, the right thing to do would’ve been to take them straight to Robby the very next day. Instead, against the feeling of her gut turning in on itself, screaming at her that something was wrong, she gave Langdon the benefit of the doubt. The pills were yet to see the light of day again, still tucked in the bottom of her purse since that night. Rather than blindside him, she felt it was only fair she spoke with him first, to give him a chance to explain himself before taking any serious action.

Thank God, he thought. As long as this stays between them and doesn't leave the room, things will be fine. He’ll be fine.

“I’m telling you, whatever you think is going on, is not what it looks like. Okay? It’s me, you know me, you know who I am,” he pleaded, lowering himself to her eye level.

“I’m not so sure I do,” she admitted woefully, searching his eyes looking for the Langdon she knew, the Langdon she loved. But the man before her wasn’t him.

Her Langdon was not a thief and definitely not an addict. Sure, he was a bit of an adrenaline junkie always seeking a rush. Jumping out of planes, bungee jumping, hang gliding — risk taking behavior wasn’t out of character. But she could never have imagined he was capable of this level of self destruction. That he would risk throwing away everything he’s worked so hard for.

The words hit him like a slap to the face. “How can you say that?”

“Because I know, Langdon. The pills I took from your apartment? I haven’t had them traced back to who distributed them yet because I really don’t want to see your name there. But I know it will be,” she cried out.

Among all the words she said, took from your apartment, repeated in his head. It had just dawned on him now — she’s had the pills this whole time. He had been looking everywhere for them. Retracing his steps, turning his apartment inside out, searching through every nook and cranny of his car, clearing out his locker. He’d been on edge these past couple days wondering where they went. If they fell into the wrong hands he was fucked. At least now he knew where they were. The relief that brought was only momentary though as irritation quickly took its place. He ran his hands through his hair trying to keep a lid on it.

“What are you doing going through my stuff in the first place?” he practically sneered at her.

Unbelievable, she thought snorting at his audacity. The nerve he had to turn things on her and make her out to be the bad guy for finding the pills in his drawer as if him having those pills in the first place wasn’t the more pressing matter here.

“I wasn’t going through your stuff asshole,” she spat back snidely. Not like it would’ve taken much to find those stupid pills anyway. She had been looking for that worn out blue t-shirt of his she loved sleeping in and there they were, practically begging to be seen.

“Where are they?” he demanded.

“Why? Are you trying to get your fix?”

“Oh, fuck off. I’m not a drug addict, Y/n,” he snapped, her comment really hitting a nerve.

“Is that right?” she scoffed mockingly. “So then please explain to me why you had them in the first place?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he said, voice rising in his frustration.

“You’re right, you don’t,” she agreed, much to his surprise. “But you do have to explain yourself to Robby once I bring him what I found.”

With nothing left to say, she brushed past him making her way to the door. Before she could turn the handle, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Langdon held her tightly, dragging her back and away from the door. She used all her strength, fighting against his hold. But he was too strong for her.

“Get your hands off me. Let go,” Y/n cried out. “You’re being an asshole, Frank. Let go of me.”

Mindful that the walls weren’t soundproof, Langdon released her but ensured to block the door with his body. Hoping to reason with her, to explain himself, and talk her out of telling Robby, he approached her. It wasn’t intended to be aggressive, or intimidating, but he must’ve been too worked up to realize he was coming across that way.

After one step towards her, Y/n immediately backed away from him, eyeing him warningly like she was afraid of him or what he might do next.

It was like a dagger to the gut seeing the way she recoiled from him like he was some sort of threat when just days ago she was begging for his touch. He stepped back dejectedly, giving her the space to feel comfortable. With a deep breath to calm himself, he explained earnestly the pills were simply a means to an end.

“I’m just weaning myself off, okay?”

“And how long have you been weaning yourself off, Frank?” y/n challenged.

He was quiet. If he answered it would give away how far off the deep end he’d fallen. But she didn’t need to hear him say anything to figure that out for herself. His hesitancy and agitation, the way he averted her gaze, his shifty body language, was all the answer she needed. He hadn’t just fallen off the deep end, he was sinking to the bottom of it.

How had no one noticed? How had she not noticed? There had to have been signs. Then again maybe the signs were there and she was just blinded by her bias, by her feelings for him, by her trust in him.

She wouldn’t allow that bias to affect her now. Not that he was making it easy for her. His usually vibrant blue eyes were dulled by despair as he looked into hers begging her to believe and trust him now.

“You need help,” she urged softly, taking a tentative step closer to him.

It was Langdon who backed away from her now. He didn’t need any help. He was handling this his way. Like he said, he was just using whatever was left of his patients’ medications that would’ve been dumped anyway to tide him over as he worked through the withdrawals. He knew what he was doing. He knew these drugs and how they worked.

“I have this under control,” he maintained. “I’m not some tweaker off the street.”

“Are you really so far up your own ass you can’t see that you have a problem.”

“I don’t have a problem,” he insisted tensely, through gritted teeth.

Too stubborn for his own good, she cared about him too much to let him sink any further. She already failed him once missing the signs. There was no way she’d turn a blind eye now.

He’d probably hate her for what she was about to say next. But he left her no choice.

“If you don’t tell Robby by the end of the day, I will.”

Frozen in his spot, his mind raced with the implications of what she’d just said.

The ultimatum was the final nail on the coffin of their conversation. Whether he had more to say or not, she wasn’t sticking around for it. Brushing past him quickly, afraid he might try to stop her from leaving again, she managed to get on the other side of the door.

The sound of the door shutting pulled him out of his thoughts. Turning over his shoulder, he caught her eye through the door’s glass panel as she too spared one last glance back at him.

The last time their eyes locked so intensely had been that night. The night he suggested they give their relationship another shot. The night she found those pills. The night that would turn out to be the catalyst, setting off a series of events that would change his life as he knew it.

She turned away first having seen something in his eyes she’d never seen before, at least not directed toward her — contempt.

Standing in the room alone, the wall closing in on him, her last words ringing in his ears, he slammed his fists against the counter.

Fuck.

[oneofstarkskids]

redemption

THUNDERBOLTS* END CREDITS SPOILERS:

genre; angst with a splash of fluff

summary: bucky knows that even when he feels like there's no one he can rely on, nobody who's willing to stay, you'll be right there beside him.

"it went poorly," bucky tells yelena about his call to sam. part of bucky wanted to be angry with sam.

how could he sit there, knowing this was what bucky's always wanted- purpose, redemption- and try to take it away from him?

at the same time, bucky felt almost guilty. like it was his own fault. he should've done something. said something. told everyone it was another one of valentina's scams.

but he couldn't. not when there were so many people cheering and chanting for him. they weren't calling him the winter soldier. a monster. not a criminal, but an avenger.

a true hero.

he went home to you, heart feeling heavy.

"hey sweetheart," you greeted him at the door, wrapping your arms around his neck.

you ran your hands through his blown out curls, brushing them out of his pretty face. you noticed the tired look in his eyes. "everything okay?"

he sighed before pulling you into him, caging you against him in a crushing embrace.

you didn't push the matter. you just let him hold you like that for as long as he needed, and eventually he sat down and confided in you.

"sam called," he started, but paused. you smiled a bit at the mention of your friend. he'd been there countless times for both you and bucky.

bucky had gone to visit him about a year ago, but it had been awhile since you had talked to him without having to dial his number.

"how is he?" you asked.

"he's suing me," he said flatly. you furrowed your brows and shook your head, trying to wrap your mind around it. "well, not just me, the new avengers. for copyright."

it suddenly made sense.

"oh, bucky," you sat down next to him, interlocking his metal fingers with your flesh ones.

he kept his gaze on the floor, "he was pissed. and maybe he has every right to be."

you didn't say anything. what could you say?

you could see it from sam's point of view. he was an avenger. and he'd lost so many of his teammates.

bucky had even told you that sam was planning to rebuild the avengers a while back. you were so sure that he would've asked bucky to join.

but it looks like he never got the chance.

and bucky. your bucky. this meant so much to him. it's not like he went out searching for it. this team, these lonely, messed up people, just happened to fall right in his lap.

they were just like him. people who'd fucked up beyond redemption.

but here they were, getting the clean slate each of them had only ever dreamt of.

he was supposed to throw that all away?

he rested his forehead on your shoulder, "i don't know what to do. you know, after steve..." you waited for him to finish, knowing it was a rough topic.

"after steve left, i thought i would never have that kind of bond with anyone else," he whispered.

"besides you, of course," he looked up at you with a lopsided grin.

you smiled back, softly.

"but then sam and i...we really started to understand each other. we were forced to work together, and despite him being an annoying pain in my ass... he's filled the emptiness that steve left behind." his face contorts with pain.

you took his face into your hands, thumbs brushing across his cheeks.

"what if he never forgives me?" he asks the question that leaves the room thick with the loss and pain he's lived with his entire life.

you shook your head once more, "buck, don't say that. he's sam. he's pissed off, probably hurting, but he loves you."

"a brief argument over the phone is never going to change that. you two will work this out," you said confidently. it helped that you truly believed the words coming out of your mouth.

there were some bumps in the road of bucky and sam's relationship, but ultimately, they were the captain and his sergeant. inseparable.

bucky was in awe of you. your unwavering faith in him. your never-ending love and support. his blue eyes shined with affection.

"i'm glad that it's you by my side, doll," he whispered. "even if nobody else is."

you pressed your forehead against his and frowned, "which they are."

he couldn't help but chuckle at how adamant you were.

"c'mere," he lifted your chin slightly and kissed you tenderly, his love for you evident in the way his lips lingered against your own.

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Wahhhhhh

Your neglected child Yuu was so cute and now I can’t help thinking about the Vices

Trey probably dotes on them a lot. He might even see it as a way to redeem himself for being unable to help Riddle as a kid

Ruggie def has a soft spot for kids and you can fight me on that. Would probably be a great babysitter

Jade… what can I say about Jade. Idk actually

I can’t imagine Jamil would be as gung-ho about brainwashing a child but he’d also definitely want to use Crowley’s favoritism to his advantage

Rook would probably find child Yuu adorable. I can imagine him teaching them how to shoot a tiny little bow (no one knows how he got one)

Ortho and child Yuu bestie supremacy. That’s all I have to say. No it’s not. I imagine Ortho and Yuu would have this whole “discovering the world together dynamic” due to their separate circumstances but they’d also do it together

Lilia would see child Yuu and scoop them up before presenting them to Silver like “new sibling just dropped” especially if he felt they weren’t being properly cared for

Aww, this is so sweet.

Trey goes into dad/big brother mode as soon as he finds out there's a little kid at NRC without parents and, above all, with clear signs of being malnourished. Trey tries to balance giving Yuu lots of sweets and sugary things with healthier options so they doesn't end up with any additional health problems. They've also developed a great habit of cooking together! This way, Trey knows exactly what Yuu likes and dislikes, ensuring he won't have a problem if the kid is picky—we all have our tastes!

Whenever Yuu says something related to the way they was raised or about their parents, Trey can't help but get a strange feeling of nostalgia that makes him feel sick. He tries to keep Yuu from thinking about their parents most of the time, but above all, he tries to be as assertive as possible about the fact that what Yuu's parents did was WRONG, that they're a good kid, that they're not a burden, etc. Basically, he's trying to do what he should have done a long time ago.

Ruggie initially thought Yuu was a lost child, maybe a teacher's kid. He doesn't trust Crowley AT ALL to take care of Yuu, so every time he sees them (be it in the cafeteria or somewhere else), he tries to check on them in a lively way (asking them if they're okay, if they're eaten anything recently, if Crowley is watching them). Yuu likes to be around Ruggie to play; they thinks he's fun, and Ruggie takes it as a compliment.

Ruggie is used to children and can read them well, so he notices something is wrong with Yuu (and at first, he thought Crowley was the culprit). Ruggie tells Yuu that if an adult hurts them, they should go directly to him for help (Leona owes him one, after all). But he calms down and feels bad when Yuu explains about their parents. At least he assures Yuu that they won't have to see them again.

Jade is terrifying to Yuu; whenever he tries to interact with them, Yuu runs away like their life depends on it. Ironically, they're friendlier to Floyd (because he's much friendlier to little kids in general), and they tend to play a few games when Yuu has nothing to do and Floyd is bored (things like racing Yuu on Floyd's shoulders, Floyd grabbing Yuu by the arms and spinning them around, etc.).

Floyd doesn't really realize that Yuu has a troubled past until Jade points it out. When he does, however, he assures Yuu that if their parents (or anyone, really) try to hurt them again, he'll happily squeeze them :)

Jamil has mixed feelings about Yuu. On one hand, they're the sweetest kid around, but on the other, he uses Crowley's favoritism toward them whenever he can. This doesn't mean Jamil doesn't take care of Yuu, of course not. He makes sure they eat at least three times a day, get some exercise, and study. He's like a mother hen, and he worries A LOT when Yuu gets hurt or starts crying for any reason. He has a younger sister, so I like to think he's relatively good at comforting them.

Jamil doesn't really treat Yuu any differently after learning of their past, but he does make a point of not doing certain things that might remind them of their trauma, things like leaving them alone for too long, yelling at them, and raising his hands when angry (along with teaching Yuu that if they feels bad, whether physically or emotionally, to go to him or an adult). Above all, Jamil got used to Yuu feeling SAFE around him and made sure it stays that way.

Rook thinks Yuu is the cutest little thing ever, constantly lifting them up in the air like they're a stuffed animal and hugging them (if they complains to him he'll stop, but if not, he'll carry on as if Yuu were his personal teddy bear). The idea of him trying to teach Yuu how to shoot a tiny bow and arrow is hilarious (everyone is worried about two things: 1- Rook using himself to prop up Yuu's apples for a target shoot, and 2- WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET A BOW FOR SUCH A YOUNG KID?). Vil is going to have a heart attack because of them both.

Rook is a big brother; let's just say he has a sixth sense when Yuu is feeling particularly bad. During these times, Rook tends to act especially theatrical in an attempt to cheer them up, or he even tries to talk to Yuu about how they're feeling to see if he can do anything for them (Rook definitely joins Floyd and Ruggie's "I hate Yuu's biological parents" squad, but he's more silly and discreet about it).

I've already talked about Ortho and the first-years here.

Lilia formally knows Yuu as a friend of Malleus, but he thinks they're the cutest things in life. he's constantly on their tail, appearing out of nowhere (scaring Yuu in the process, though Lilia is good at calming them down with a lullaby), showing up at Ramshackle to make sure they have food and good living conditions, though eventually he just shows up one day, grabs Yuu and Grim like a sack of potatoes, and decides they'd have better living conditions in Diasomnia (partly to spite Crowley. The custody battle will be legendary).

Lilia does the typical things a father should do with his children: read them a bedtime story, tuck them in, pack them lunch for the day (he doesn't cook it, Silver or Sebek does), and is very likely one of the few adults Yuu ends up accidentally calling "dad" (Lilia will have to be restrained from doing an express adoption right there). Overall, the little kid has made its way into the old general's heart.

For this reason, he is very patient when it comes to comforting Yuu about their original "family." He usually soothes them with a lullaby and puts them to bed in Diasomnia, but not before going to "talk" to Crowley about it.

Let's just say Yuu has all of NRC in the palm of their little hand, but it's not something the students complain about.

________

(ESPAÑOL)

Awwwww esto es tan dulce

Trey activa el modo papá/hermano mayor en cuanto se entera que hay un niño pequeño en NRC sin padres y sobretodo, con claros signos de estar mal alimentado. Trey trata de equilibrar entre darle muchos dulces y cosas azucaradas a Yuu, y cosas más saludables para que no termine con algún problema de salud adicional. Tambien un gran habito que tomaron es de cocinar juntos! Así Trey sabe con exactitud qué cosas le gustan a Yuu y que cosas no, le asegura que no tiene problemas si el nene es quisquilloso ¡todos tenemos nuestros gustos!

Cada vez que Yuu dice algo relacionado a la forma en la que fue criado o con relación a sus padres, Trey no puede evitar tener un extraño sentimiento de nostalgia que lo deja sintiendo enfermo. Él trata de que Yuu no piense en sus padres la mayoría del tiempo, pero sobretodo, trata de ser lo más asertivo posible en que lo que los padres de Yuu hacían estaba MAL, que él es un buen niño, que no es una carga, etc. Básicamente trata de hacer lo que debió hace mucho tiempo.

Ruggie pensó al principio que Yuu era un niño perdido que talvez era el hijo de algún profesor, él realmente no confía PARA NADA en Crowley para cuidar de Yuu, por lo que cada vez que lo ve (ya sea en la cafetería o algún otro lugar) trata de checar que este bien de forma animada (preguntarle si está bien, si ha comido algo recientemente, si Crowley le esta cuidando). A Yuu le gusta estar cerca de Ruggie para jugar, cree que es divertido y Ruggie lo toma como un cumplido.

Ruggie esta acostumbrado a los niños y sabe leerlos bien, por lo que nota que algo malo pasa con Yuu (y al principio pensó que Crowley era el culpable), digamos que Ruggie le dice a Yuu que si un adulto le hace daño, que vaya directamente a él por ayuda (Leona le debe una después de todo), pero entre que se tranquiliza y se siente mal cuando Yuu le explica lo de sus padres. Al menos le asegura a Yuu que no tendrá que verlos de nuevo.

Jade es aterrador para Yuu, cada vez que el intenta interactuar con ellos, Yuu corre como si su vida dependiera de ello. Irónicamente es mas amigable con Floyd (porque el es mucho mas amigable con los niños pequeños en general), y tienden a jugar algunos juegos cuando Yuu no tiene nada que hacer y Floyd esta aburrido (cosas como carreras con Yuu en los hombros de Floyd, Floyd agarrando a Yuu de sus brazos y haciéndole girar a toda velocidad, etc).

Floyd realmente no se da cuenta de que Yuu tiene un pasado turbulento hasta que Jade se lo señala, cuando lo hace, sin embargo, le asegura a Yuu que si sus padres (o cualquier persona en realidad) intentan lastimarle otra vez, el felizmente los apretara 

Jamil tiene sentimientos encontrados con respecto a Yuu, por una parte, es el niño más dulce que hay, pero por otra parte usa el favoritismo de Crowley hacia ellos cada que puede. Esto no quiere decir que Jamil no cuide de Yuu, claro que no, él se asegura que coman mínimo 3 veces al día, hagan algo de ejercicio, estudien, es como una mamá gallina, y se preocupa MUCHO cuando Yuu se lastima o empieza a llorar por cualquier razón. Él tiene una hermana menor, me gusta pensar que es relativamente bueno en el confort.

Jamil realmente no trata diferente a Yuu tras saber su pasado, pero si tiene en cuenta de no hacer ciertas cosas que puedan recordarle su trauma, cosas como dejarle solo mucho tiempo, gritarle, alzar las manos estando enojado (junto a enseñarle a Yuu que si se siente mal, ya sea física o emocionalmente, vaya con el o algún adulto). Por encima de todo, Jamil se acostumbró a que Yuu se sienta SEGURO cerca de él y se asegurara de que se mantenga así.

Rook piensa que Yuu es la cosita más adorable que puede existir, constantemente lo esta levantando en el aire como si fuera un peluche y abrazándolo (el para si Yuu se queja, pero si no, el seguirá como si Yuu fuera su oso de felpa personal). La idea de que trate de enseñarle a Yuu a disparar un pequeño arco y flecha es súper graciosa (todos están preocupados sobre dos cosas: 1- que Rook se use a sí mismo para apoyar las manzanas de tiro al blanco para Yuu y 2- ¿DE DONDE DIABLOS SACO UN ARCO PARA UN NIÑO TAN JOVEN?). Vil va a tener un ataque cardiaco por culpa de los dos.

Rook es un hermano mayor, digamos que tiene un sexto sentido cuando Yuu se siente especialmente mal. Para esos momentos, Rook suele actuar especialmente teatral en un intento de animarle, o directamente trata de hablar de Yuu sobre cómo se siente para saber si puede hacer algo por ellos (definitivamente Rook se une a Floyd y Ruggie al Squad de “odio a los padres biológicos de Yuu” pero es más silly y discreto al respecto).

Ya hablé de Ortho y los de primer año aquí.

Lilia conoce formalmente a Yuu como un amigo de Malleus, pero cree que son la cosa mas tierna de la vida. Constantemente está detrás de ellos, apareciendo de la nada (asustando a Yuu en el proceso, aunque Lilia es bueno calmándole con una canción de cuna), apareciendo en Ramshackle para ver que tengan comida y buenas condiciones, aunque eventualmente el solo aparece un día, los agarra como un saco de papas a Yuu y Grim, y decide que tendrían mejores condiciones de vida en Diasomnia (y en parte para molestar a Crowley. La batalla por la custodia será legendaria).

Lilia hace las típicas cosas que debería hacer un padre con sus hijos con Yuu, leerles un cuento para dormir, arroparle, aprontarle un almuerzo para el dia (no lo cocina el, lo cocina Silver o Sebek), y es muy probable que sea uno de los pocos adultos que Yuu termina llamando “papá” por accidente (Lilia tendrá que ser contenido de hacer una adopción express ahí mismo). En general el nene ha hecho su camino en el corazón del viejo general.

Por lo mismo, es muy paciente cuando se trata de consolar a Yuu con respecto a su “familia” original. Suele calmarle con una canción de cuna y lo pone en su cama en Diasomnia, no sin antes ir a “hablar” con Crowley al respecto.

Digamos que Yuu tiene todo NRC en la palma de su pequeña mano, pero no es algo de lo que los estudiantes se quejen.

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                  ❪ ➴ ❫───엔하이픈; asking them to teach you how to kiss

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이희승 — ❪ LEE HEESEUNG ❫  

౨ৎ as soon as he hears you casually bring up the question—a simple “so will you do it?”—heeseung responds with a flat out refusal. nope. no way. nuh-uh. 

it’s not like he particularly hates the idea of kissing you, hell, he’d be lying if he said the thought hadn’t crossed his mind a few (or slightly more than that) times. 

but … past experiences have made it plenty clear that the thin line between friendship and something more is delicate. one wrong move, one wrong act, and the entire dynamic could crumble.

when you huffily tell him to forget about it, wanting to keep some face, he immediately protests. 

“no wait! just... don’t ask anyone else to do it. if—if it has to be someone, i’d rather it be me.”

before the sentence is even finished, he’s closing the gap between you; hands cautious, touch careful.

heeseung’s lips brush against your jaw first, dipping slightly to the plane of your neck before tracing their way back up. if he has to do this he’ll do it right.

your breath catches and he pulls back, just barely, before looking at you to ask if you really want this. you can only hope the way your hands rest on his shoulder are enough to convey your yes.

zero palpable hesitation, his kiss drips with confidence. like he has a point to prove. like he’s decided that if you are crossing this line, it might just have been waiting for you both all along.

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박종성 — ❪ JAY PARK ❫  

౨ৎ with one too many jabs about your "inability to pull bitches" and your "lack of rizz" from him, you will definitely be regretting your question within 10 minutes, tops. 

because of course jay’s first reaction would be to make fun of the fact that you actually have to stoop to the level of asking him for help. 

you try to huffily leave the rooftop at least thrice but he just laughs and tugs you right back to him by your sleeve.

before you know it, almost as if he hadn’t spent the last half an hour now teasing you unrelentingly, he casually leans in. 

shifting closer so imperceptibly that you don’t even notice at first, eyes skimming over your features, unreadable smirk ever present as he angles your chin towards him—mumbling a quick “no time like the present, yeah?”—and then he kisses you. 

no warning. no build up. just his mouth on yours, his touch patient but deliberate, with him simply choosing to allow his gentle actions to ease you into it. 

somehow, the silence letting you get lost in the moment is worse.

심재윤 — ❪ JAKE SIM ❫  

౨ৎ when what jake had originally imagined to be an ordinary study session at the library, ends up with you having him pressed up against one of the shelves, he really can’t be blamed for his flustered reaction. 

okay, so sure, maybe blushing and bursting into laughter right in your face at you asking him to teach you how to kiss wasn’t the most appropriate response. so, sue him.

and fine, maybe you didn’t mean to let it escalate this much. he’s now visibly bothered, ears pink, and hands twitching awkwardly by his sides. “y-you’re serious about this? really? i just thought—”

you weren’t serious. you swear it. you really only meant to tease him. but then his wide eyes fluttered down to your lips once, twice, and... really how could you be expected to stop after that?

“d'you still find this funny?” you can’t help but murmur, voice barely more than a whisper.

he just stares at you, mouth slightly parted, like he has something to say. you see the exact moment he decides to lean in—tentative, a movement laced with anticipation. 

and that’s exactly when you pull back.

“guess you’ll have to take this more seriously next time.” 

and then you’re walking off, leaving him standing there—flushed, stunned, and definitely no longer laughing.

박성훈 — ❪ PARK SUNGHOON ❫  

౨ৎ winner of the most nonchalant award !! you need help practicing how to kiss? sure. what else are best friends for?

he promises he’ll only be slightly cocky about it. “if you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask.”

“i don’t,” you’d shoot back, but the way he has to hide how the corner of his mouth quirks up, shows that he clearly doesn’t believe a word.

you ramble on a little about how this is just to familiarize yourself with the entire process, how it’s overrated and not even that deep—like why does a “first” kiss even matter? it’s literally just a kiss.

all sunghoon responds with is an easy “sure.” like you asked him the time. “c’mere.”

no teasing, no embarrassment. his hands are comforting at your waist and the kiss is slower than you expect. more cautious. when he pulls back, his voice is low, even. too even.

“there you go. you’re not half bad.”

he seems nonchalant, sure, yet... the faint red on his features tells a completely different story.

김선우 — ❪ KIM SUNWOO ❫  

౨ৎ “you’re joking, right? Right?.”

sunoo stands up—he did always have a thing for dramatics—like he needs to have free range of motion to be able to process what you just said. 

“you,” his fingers points accusingly like you’ve committed a grave sin, “want me,” finger pointing back at his own now pacing figure, “to teach you how to kiss?!”

his conviction is so strong that you almost believe in the sacrilege yourself.

you eventually interrupt him with an airy mention of just "dropping it" because you can always ask someone else.

“do you even know,” he gasps at that, “how easily people could literally take advantage of you if you walk up to them and say that??” 

you snort, brushing him off. you’re confident, positive that you can handle yourself. 

but when he moves next you hardly expect him to crowd into your space, pinning you against the bed you’d been lazily lounging against.

his lips ghost over yours, not touching but close enough that you can feel the words he says next before you hear them. “confident huh? i guess we’ll see how well you handle this, then.”

safe to say … lesson learnt. (maybe.)

양정원 — ❪ YANG JUNGWON ❫  

౨ৎ finding yourself alone on classroom cleaning duty is usually plenty boring. it’s only natural you’d have … some interesting thoughts to distract you from the mundanity of the chore.

but thankfully, your best friend happens to be suffering on duty with you too! what better way to pass time than a quick chat with him?

so when you half jokingly bring up the idea you don’t really expect anything to come out of it. 

and the surprisingly positive response you get is, if nothing else, a tad bit unexpected. jungwon almost seems to be a little too thrilled at the prospect. “so,” his face is carefully neutral, but years of knowing him have made you rather familiar to that knowing sparkle in his gaze, “this would purely be for educational purposes?”

you nod, still half thinking this is just hypothetical. he nods back in response. 

he moves slowly, like he has all the time in the world, like this is something he doesn’t even have to think twice about.

you find your face cupped in both his hands and all your follow up questions silenced as he presses kiss after kiss to your lips, unorganized desks remaining forgotten.

"i'd hate to get in the way of proper learning, after all." is his only explanation as he lets you up for air (much) later.

西村 力 — ❪ NISHIMURA RIKI ❫  

౨ৎ it’s actually him who jokingly brings it up.

some offhand comment about first kisses tasting like lemons. when you admit you wouldn’t know, considering you haven’t had yours, he pauses. almost as if considering the logistics of what he’s about to say. 

to fill the silence, you add a “you could teach me, you know.” not meaning anything by it at all.

but you can only blink when in a tone that is way too assured he says, “i could.”

“…huh?”

ni-ki has the gall to shrug at that, eyes glued to whatever 2000’s cheesy romcom you’d picked out earlier that evening. he insists you should get some ‘real experience’ and that it’d be a disservice to society (i.e., all the boys you could potentially date in the future) not to help you out.

one would think he's doing you a public service by how much he talks it up.

you roll your eyes, deciding to play along. if he wants to take the joke this far, you might as well get some fun out of it.

naturally, his only way to deal with your unserious attitude is to prove his point. 

one short kiss melts into two, three, four—you end up losing count. and frankly, you couldn’t be bothered one bit about it.

his thumb brushes against your slightly swollen lips, stopping you when you chase after his own again, and you almost hate how he seems so composed.

“don’t overthink it.” he says, sealing the words with one last kiss to your forehead, a complete contrast to the earlier rushed ones, “i’ve got you.”

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Hihi!!!

Can I have a sugar cookie, #15, with frosting and candy cane :D

OMG friends to lovers with rook... REAL

order #15, sugar with frosting, candy canes

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ hunting familiarity

summary: cuddling with rook. that's it that's the plot tropes: friends to lovers, only one bed characters: rook additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, indulgent cuddling, short

"Oh, but it is necessary!"

You blink, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes while Rook waits on your doorstep. It's well past midnight, you have a make-up exam tomorrow morning, and you haven't the slightest clue why he couldn't ask... well, anyone else if he could stay in their dorm.

"...What happened, again?"

Rook sighs, setting a hand over his heart. "It was the most tragic thing, Trickster! I had been in the throes of passion, doing my evening target practice before bed, when- pouf! My foolish hunter's hand slipped, and an arrow went through the window of ma chambre,"

No way this is the truth. You're too tired for this. "Uh-huh?"

"You see, I cannot sleep in a cold room- I would rest most fitfully, and as I did not want to rouse the Roi du Poison from his beauty rest, I have come to humbly ask for your assistance,"

You almost roll your eyes. He's really rather loud, and the very last thing you need is for Grim to wake up with all the noise (he gets almost as grumpy as Vil).

"...Alright. But just for-"

"Merci, Trickster!" he says, letting himself in and hanging up his hat (yes, fully dressed- at midnight).

Before you can ask him what sofa he'd like, he's already ascending the stairs to your bedroom, and making himself at home with your blankets. Why do you even bother?

You sigh, wish him a good night, and then go to the door.

"Eh? Where are you going? Don't tell me the Headmage has you working at this hour, chouchou!"

He's sitting in bed, the blankets orderly over his dorm uniform, eyes wide and gleaming with excitement in the way they do when he sees something he likes.

In this case, it's the predicament he's put you in. Like an animal in a trap.

"...No, I'm going to the guest room to sleep," you say, hand on the doorframe and one foot over the threshold. "Good night, Rook-"

"You are not going to stay? I don't bite,"

You're not so sure about that.

"Or kick."

That seems more plausible.

"I just... don't want to wake Grim," you reason. "With all the tossing and turning. It's a small mattress."

"I'm sure you'll find we fit quite nicely," Rook says. He's not going to let this go, and though the thought of getting into bed with any of your friends feels like walking into bear territory while wearing a salmon suit, you're tired, it's cold, and you're more worried that Rook might take your measurements in your sleep than anything.

And Vil would have your head if Rook had to return and wake him.

"...No kicking," you agree, getting into bed at his side. "Or biting. And don't try to guess my blood type again."

Rook laughs, the sound merry and light. "Ah, Trickster! I discovered that months ago,"

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to him, putting his chin on your shoulder and warming your shivering self. His chest is against your back, his body pleasantly temperate and perfectly comfortable. His breath grazes your neck, as if threatening to nibble but never taking the bite.

"Bonne nuit," he hums, complacent and content, as if nothing could be more perfect.

You sigh, pretending to be perplexed at his odd behavior, but he knows you better than that. You're not bothered by your friend, no matter how unfriendly he gets.

"You're lucky we're friends,"

"Oui, c'est vrai," he mutters. "Perhaps more, someday. Sleep well."

Your heart stops for a beat, a breath, a simple moment in time, and Rook surely felt it, with his arms around your waist and his cheek on your pulse point, but he sleeps.

He'd either taken pity on you, or the hunt had begun.

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Note :

Reader likes matcha.

'Gumi' is a nickname reader gives to Megumi.

Everyone would say your boyfriend has no real feelings of any sort but you would beg to differ.. ₊˚ ⊹ᰔ ⋆ ࿔ ₊ "Fushiguro since when did you like having sweets? Thought you hated them.." Yuji exclaimed. Megumi huffed but as soon as he could hear the rustling of the wrapping paper, he quickly turned around.

"They're not for you." He grumbled, walking over to snatch the matcha chocolate bar out of his hand before he could have any. He then put it into his pantry, into the small box where all the other similar sweets were.

"Then who is it for!?" Yuji asked curiously. Megumi turned his back to him, walking back to the counter to continue making his tea. "Fushiguroooo i'm talking to you!" Yuji said.

"It's for Y/N. Now leave it alone." Megumi grumbled. Yuji bursted out laughing.

"No wonder you were sooooo defensive over some food" Teased Yuji, who instantly earned a hard punch from Megumi.

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“Goodnight gumi” You say sweetly, looking up at him with a bright smile. Of course you were happy to have a sleepover with him again, you always were and you always felt SO safe being in his presence.

“Goodnight, idiot” He mumbled, pulling the soft blankets a little higher.

You knew you were special because he would never let anyone in his bed, let alone sleep in it. Soon, you fell asleep by his side, facing his shoulder while he turns off the night lights. When he made sure you were asleep, he softly sighed while pulling the blankets a bit higher to make sure you were warm. He would also look at you in the darkness where the moonlight would highlight your face, while he cupped it with his large fingers and kiss your forehead.

“Love you..” He mutters, immediately feeling embarrassed as he would quickly turn to his side, facing his back to you, all while you were fast asleep.

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It was a sunny afternoon, you and Megumi were taking a walk in the park while walking his shikigami dogs. It was peaceful, neither one of you were talking but just enjoying eachothers presence. Until he spokeup.

"I was thinking. Maybe we could have dinner tonight." He says lowly.

"I thought you said you were eating with Yuji and Kugisaki?"

"I don't want to."

You smile.

"Reaaaallyyyy?" You say, giggling.

"Yes, really."

"OHH how much I love my boyfriend" You tease which makes him frown.

"You're embarrassing me." He whispers, gently interlocking pinkies with you which made you give him a smug smile.

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"Hungry?” He asks quietly while walking beside you. The both of you were going out for dinner.

“Yes! I’m really excited” You say excitedly. He nodded, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“Okay, we should be there soon..” He says, looking down to see you were almost to the point where you were jogging. He forgot. You were much smaller than him and he always took such large steps. He quickly slowed his pace down, then held your hand. You look up in curiosity.

“Hm?” You ask. He looks away, pretending not to notice.

…

At night, you were both cuddling in bed and you look at him.

“Gumi?” You ask

“Yea?”

“Why did you suddenly hold my hand earlier. You didn’t give me an explanation.”

Megumi paused for a good 2 minutes until he spoke up.

“I didn’t want to loose you.”

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If you ever went to class without food, he would always give you his lunch no questions needed. If he didn’t have food, he would get takeaway or take you to a restaurant no matter what because he loved tending to you and always needed to know you were well fed or else it would tick him off.

“Full?” He asks, deciding wether or not he should give you some more food from his plate.

“Mhm!” You say with a satisfied smile. He frowned and quickly slipped a few pieces of sushi on your plate.

“You still have some left..” He mumbled but you didn’t complain.

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Should i make a pt 2?

[for-a-longlongtime]

As You Are - Marcus Moreno x Joel Miller

Rating: Explicit 🔞🏳‍🌈 Warnings: softdom!Joel, subby!Marcus, oral/deep throating, anal sex, dirty talk, “sir” (part of the scene, not main dynamic), sex toys (plug, handcuffs), unexpected interruption, Joel Miller has a apadravya (cock piercing) and isn’t shy about it. Word count: 8.7K

A/N: For those of you who recognize the pairing from a previous fic; this stand-alone one shot greatly expands on it and is just about Marcus and Joel (so the last part in Joel's POV will look familiar to you). Thank you to @sin-djarin @qveerthe0ry @lotusbxtch @mountainsandmayhem for always helping me make it to the finish line and understanding my guys so so well <3

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“Mr. Moreno, can we have a moment of–...”

“How serious is the threat this time?”

“Sir, as the leader of the Heroics, what do-...”

“Marcus, why wasn’t this prevented?”

“When do you think–...”

Marcus shakes his head as he makes his way out of the press room, trying to tune out the herd of journalists calling out to him. He knows it’s all part of their job, but even after all these years there is something particularly vulture-like about how they never accept an end to a press conference. 

“Taylor, how long until you’re expecting more information?”, he asks the tall press officer walking ahead of him. They’re always so smartly dressed to the point that Marcus wonders why they aren’t the ones in front of the camera all the time. Taylor has never made a wrong impression or said a wrong word, moving around with a confidence that’s beyond admirable, and a disarming smile that works with anyone. 

“We’re not sure. For now the next press meeting is scheduled for 20:00 hours,” Taylor says, scrolling through their phone as they head for Marcus’ office, somehow still finding time to greet people along the way. “Until then, I’m gonna need you to-...”

“No, please.” The words slip from Marcus’ lips before he realizes it, that sickening feeling in his stomach worsening at the thought of spending more hours in meetings. It’s been a couple of gruelling weeks dealing with the recent conflicts around Austin, but these past two days have been particularly hard. “I can’t anymore. It’s been over a day and a half since I was last home. I know things are critical, but there’s nothing that I-…”

“Sir… I know it’s not ideal.” Taylor closes the door behind them, locking the outside noise out of Marcus’ office, then takes a seat while flipping through a stack of papers. “I know you’re tired. But it would really be helpful if we can do some more things on the Atzer deal. If you want to nap on your couch first, I’m happy to give you an hour.”

He knows it would be useful. Knows that the few higher ups are adamant about the deal he’s been negotiating for the safety of the city. But frankly, there is no reason why he would be better suited for the upcoming gathering than anyone else would be. Not to mention he’s running on much less sleep than anyone else at the office. 

Just when he’s about to give in to Taylor’s request, his phone beeps, pulling away his attention for a moment. *Joel*. He swipes immediately, not aware anymore of what Taylor is saying, and the bad feeling in his gut calms down immediately when he sees the picture. It’s the front of Joel’s house, the one Marcus has known for over twenty years now. Joel is on a ladder, fixing up some final detailing on the door frame. A second ding indicates the follow up text, and he can’t help but smile as he reads it. 

Joel: remember when we first did this? had to show you how to use a damn drill, pretty boy MM: Yeah, well, you deliberately let me mess around with it first on that ladder just so you could check out my ass. Joel: legs. plus those shorts left fuck all to the imagination. hey- you sleep yet?

“Sir?”

He looks up at Taylor, who gives him a slightly forced smile in return this time. “Sorry, sorry. I need to answer this,” Marcus says as he gestures at his phone. “How about you take five?” He doesn’t listen too much to the answer as he turns his attention back to his phone, quickly typing a response.

MM: A few hours on my couch. I’m okay. Joel: didn’t make it home yet? damnit. you’re gonna collapse, powers or not. go home MM: I can’t. There’s another press conference at 8. Joel: it’s not even noon. nicole would tell you the same. go home

He sighs deeply, knowing Joel is right. But after so many years of obligations coming first, it’s hard to change his ways. People are counting on him, always - work, his daughter, his wife Nicole. Joel too, in a way. Except he has known Marcus for longer than anyone else, and always navigated Marcus’ workload with a straightforward and direct attitude, knowing it was best to let him be. However, when things become too much, he’d pull him back unapologetically and with a firm hand. Not asking, just telling him. Something Marcus wouldn’t be able to accept from anyone else but Joel. But today… it’s just not good timing. Another nap on the couch will have to do.

Joel: [image.jpg]

A quiet whine escapes Marcus’ lips as he stares at the photo. God, it was absolutely obscene - and it made his mouth water. The shot was clearly taken in Joel’s truck, camera held high. No face showing, just a snapshot of his lap.

Jeans undone, boxers showing, shirt pushed up just a few inches so the treasure trail leading the way down was clearly visible. Joel’s big, strong hand cupping his balls through his boxers, the hard outline of his cock pushing upward to his left. Only the head peeked out of the fabric, showing the slightest bit of foreskin. 

Marcus’ heart races as he zooms in on the image, and he bites his lip when he spots what he’s been looking for. The gleam of that delicate metal bar, pierced through Joel’s glans from top to bottom, with a round stud on each end. It has been a good fifteen years since Joel got his apadravya piercing, but still it never fails to affect Marcus. It’s not just about seeing it – it’s how he’s immediately immersed in the memory of it resting on his tongue, the cool metal such a contrast with how warm Joel’s body is. Not to mention how strongly Marcus’ powers react to it. On top of that, there’s the thick smear of pre-cum over the fat head of Joel’s dick, along with further evidence casually glistening on his thumb, only adding to how much Marcus wants Joel’s cock in his mouth.

Joel: go home. nap. tommy will do the afternoon stuff- see u soon. better be rested

For a moment Marcus hesitates, glancing at the door while he contemplates whether anyone would actually physically try to stop him from going home. Then his phone beeps again, and he grins as he gets up from his desk chair, grabbing his jacket. “So damn bossy,” he mutters to himself with a smile as he locks the phone, seeing a quick flash of Joel’s latest text before the screen goes dark.

Joel: that wasn’t a question, moreno

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Forty some minutes later, Marcus finds himself half asleep in Joel’s bed; freshly showered, dressed in briefs and Joel’s green flannel that was laying around. Joel moving into the house with Marcus and Nicole had initially been for convenience’s sake, due to renovations at his own house. None of them had initially expected it would end up being a turning point, but when things evolved - it felt right. Familiar, comfortable with a twist, certain things new in certain ways. Getting to come home to both of them is what kept Marcus going through the long hours he made at the HQ. 

When Nicole told Marcus that their daughter would be coming home for summer break, he had been thrilled about the prospect. But despite his numerous attempts to spend quality time with her, he found her even more reluctant than she had been in previous years. His increased visibility as the Heroics leader didn’t help much either, something she had come to detest during her teenage years. He frequently found himself wishing that she had been able to spend more time with his mother Anita before she passed. She had been a trainer for the Heroics as long as Marcus could remember, a solid team together with his father’s powers and leadership, something that he knew would be passed on to him. A blessing, they would tell him when he was still a child.

Marcus had never looked at it that way. His powers as a Heroic were less of a family trait and more of a generational burden that had controlled both his parents’ and grandparents’ lives. There had been no other choice for him but to make peace with it, which he had done many years ago. It still posed a challenge for him all the time, particularly in setting boundaries with the HQ in order to keep putting his family first. But as it was, Marcus didn’t see any other way of dealing with it - even though his kid clearly had a difference of opinion where there was ‘no other choice’ resignation. Something she made clear all the time.

It isn’t until the lamps and electronic devices around him start to flicker on and off, a low buzzing sound in the back of his head, that he realizes he is too worked up - and it is affecting his powers unintentionally. “Stop overthinking.” He can hear Joel’s voice in the back of his mind, calm but resolute as always.  

So he tries. Focuses on how Joel’s scent lingers on the bed sheets, and the green plaid shirt he’s wearing, and tries to have it ground him. He still has time before Joel will be back home, so he might as well close his eyes and get some rest. Here, surrounded by the smell of Joel’s soap and cologne, it is easy to imagine the weight of him pressing against his back, an arm wrapped around him in quiet comfort. And apparently, thinking of that is all it takes for his exhausted brain and body to slip into some much needed sleep.

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“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” 

“Hey…” Marcus groans softly as he feels Joel’s breath warm against the back of his neck. Finally hearing that deep, slightly raspy voice behind him was by far the best part of the past 36 hours. It’s a struggle to make himself wake up, but he tries, attempting to roll over so he can look at Joel. But Joel simply wraps an arm around his waist, pressing his broad chest all the way against Marcus’ back. A solid wall of warmth and the faint smell of wood envelops him, mixed with Joel’s cologne, and for a moment he’s tempted to fall right back to sleep again.

“ ‘s okay. Take your time to wake up.” Joel’s stubble brushes against his neck as he kisses him, fingers running over the green plaid Marcus is wearing. “That my shirt?”, he asks, his voice rumbling low in his chest. It’s a no-brainer - nobody else in the house has plaid shirts like he does, but still Marcus likes him asking about it. Likes him noticing it on him.

“Yeah. Smells of you, I like it. Makes it easier to fall asleep.” He’s still drowsy, words he didn’t really intend to say out loud spilling too easily from his lips, but he doesn’t feel like holding them back. Especially not when he rolls over and sees the beginning of a smile tugging at Joel’s lips. It’s clear how tired he is, the smell of lumber and paint from the long day still lingering on him. But to Marcus, it’s Joel who is a sight for sore eyes, especially today. 

“You’re becoming a sap in your old age.” Joel grins when Marcus tries to smack him, catching his hand as he clearly anticipated that. With a soft groan and creaking knees he moves on top of Marcus, one thick thigh on each side to cage him in, and he easily brings Marcus’ wrists up above his head, holding them there with one hand.

“Who are you calling old? I’m one year–...”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joel mocks him, leaning down to claim his mouth again, and Marcus feels the heat travel through his body as Joel gently grinds against him. “Still older,” he continues, eyes freely roaming over Marcus’ body as he watches Marcus’ chest heave. When his eyes catch the way that the green button up has slid up on Marcus’ stomach, he clearly gets distracted by the view of bare skin, lips parting as he takes in the sight. 

“Forty-four isn’t old,” Marcus tries half-heartedly, but the way Joel is looking at him makes it feel rather useless to try and win an argument about this. 

“God damn near ancient.” Joel sighs, a twinkle in his eye. “I’m basically sucking old man’s dick here.”

Marcus glares at him - but with Joel’s weight resting on him, and now the thought of Joel’s mouth on his dick, he’s pretty sure even a pointed look isn’t very convincing right now. “I don’t see you sucking anything right now, Miller.”

This time there’s a full on smirk playing over Joel’s face as he shifts on Marcus’ lap, holding his wrists still together while leaning down to kiss him. Right before their lips meet, he changes directions, and Marcus nearly whines in frustration, until Joel’s mouth ends up on his neck. “Got that right. I’m not the one who needs his pretty little head fucked empty,” Joel whispers at him, and Marcus’ breathing hitches as his hips buck up. Fuck. 

“Joel…”

“Oh, I know you want it so badly.” Joel hushes him as he grinds back harder, his dick clearly hard in his jeans as he rubs it against Marcus’ briefs. He’s sparse with his words in general, but that makes his filthy mouth all the better during moments like this. “Yeah. I really do.” After one more hard kiss, Joel reluctantly gets up from the bed and begins to unbuckle his belt. “Been a long day. How about I go shower—...”

“Hell no.” Marcus is up almost immediately, grabbing for Joel’s jeans as he tugs him closer, eager to undo the zipper. “It’s fine, I want you like this, let me-...”

“That so?” Joel’s sharp voice stops him in his tracks, demanding attention, and Marcus’ mouth goes dry when Joel grips his chin with his thumb and index finger. The expression on his face has shifted, stubbled jaw more tense now, his eyes as serious as the tone in his voice - it wasn’t a question, but an order. 

“Did I say you can undress me?”

He shakes his head slowly, cock throbbing by the authoritative turn in Joel. “No. I’m sorry,” he breathes as he lets go of him. His first instinct is to go to his knees, but he knows how this goes - the whole point is for him to not have to think or worry or make decisions. Joel is in charge and decides what happens; he just has to be good and follow that. So when Joel’s free hand grabs him tightly by his hair, Marcus stays in place, seated on the edge of the bed with his eyes still locked on Joel’s face. Waiting for further instructions.

“Sorry what?” 

“Sir.” The word trips off Marcus’ tongue quickly, and Joel’s eyes darken with desire at that word in a way that always makes something burn bright inside of Marcus’ chest. Whenever this happens, this ‘thing’ between them, it never is just one-sided. Joel gets as much out of this as he does, too, even when it's Marcus who needs him the most during moments like this, when life has been unraveling him. “I’m sorry, Sir.” 

“Not sure you actually are.” Joel’s eyes drop down to look at Marcus’ mouth, and he then lets go of him, taking two steps away from the bed. “On your knees. Now,” he continues, snapping his fingers when Marcus doesn’t move fast enough.

“Yes, sir.” He’s on the floor almost immediately, his knees bumping against Joel’s boots, and it takes effort to keep his eyes on Joel’s face instead of the bulge in his underwear. He’s rewarded for it with Joel’s hand approvingly brushing through his hair, nails scraping just a little bit over his scalp, and Marcus bites his lip to not moan at the feeling of it.

Sometimes Joel tells him what to do - or rather what’s about to happen. Step by step, as simply hearing him talk about it is already enough to get Marcus desperate. Other times it’s quicker, more instinctual and quiet, but just as good. Today, Marcus’ restraint is particularly low - he’s worn out from the endless meetings and responsibilities at work, the never ending chatter. Trying to dissociate just to push through, and it makes his fingers twitchy, the anxiety crawling under his skin even though he knows how to hide it from most people. But Joel sees it nevertheless, can tell so by the slightest signs - knows how Marcus needs him. Even when it’s hard to ask.

“I’ve got you.” Joel’s voice is soft and warm, making shivers run down Marcus’ spine. “Any requests?”

Marcus takes a deep breath, searching for what he wants to ask for, and Joel’s fingers rubbing soft circles on his scalp become a little stronger. Urging him to let it out - it’s something they’ve been working on. “Cuffs,” he says eventually as he closes his eyes, and Joel hums softly as he cradles the back of Marcus’ head, letting him press his forehead against his belly. The smell of wood somehow lingers the strongest here on Joel’s work clothes, and Marcus breathes it in deeply, fixating on it, as he rubs his nose against the shirt covering Joel’s stomach, eager for skin on skin contact. He’s so wrapped up in it that even when Joel moves away, the scent still remains, as does the memory of his belly. 

Only once he feels Joel kneeling down behind him, he realizes that he’s moved. Large warm hands brushing over his shoulders to his arms, gently tugging Marcus’ hands behind his back. The metal of the handcuffs touching his skin makes all the little hairs on his body stand up straight, like a low current of electricity flickering under his skin. He feels the sensation increase when Joel puts the cuffs around his wrists and snaps them closed, and he takes another deep breath, rolling his head over his shoulders as he tries to relax into the feeling. 

It’s hard to describe how the metal that he can manipulate with his powers also has the opposite effect on him. How it pushes him into a state of surrender when used like this, a low level of anxiety that somehow becomes freeing when placed into Joel’s hands. His cock throbs in anticipation, and when Joel pushes his chin up gently, Marcus opens his eyes again to look at him. He is woozy at the sight of Joel towering over him, and the moment he feels Joel’s thumb brush over his lower lip, he opens his mouth - tongue out without even being told to.

“Good boy, Marcus.”

His breathing grows heavier right away at the praise, and moments later he is rewarded by the sight of Joel pushing his underwear down, half hard cock in hand now. He bites his lip as he watches Joel give himself a few strokes, his heartbeat thundering when he sees the foreskin slide back to expose the fat tip, both of them knowing that’s exactly what he’s eager to see. 

The two metal studs from the apadravya piercing gleam softly, practically calling his name, and Marcus shivers as he feels his body responding to it - especially now he’s wearing the metal cuffs. “I could see it in the picture you sent,” he says hoarsely, then licks his dry lips for a moment. “Made me so fucking hard in front of Taylor.”

“Figured.” A pleased smile plays over Joel’s face and he spits in his hand, using it to give himself a few strokes while keeping his eyes on Marcus’ mouth. “Just the tip, y’hear me?”, he warns and Marcus nods eagerly, his tongue back out again to welcome Joel’s erection. 

The nerve endings in his body spark hard when the cool metal touches his tongue, and the pleasant dizziness in his head only increases as he suckles on the thick head. He loves taking his time like this, that Joel lets him spend as much time on it as he needs. It’s harder to keep his balance when cuffed, but he enjoys the challenge, as well as the strain he can already feel in his shoulders and arms. 

A low groan calls his attention, and when he glances up, he sees Joel’s eyes are heavy lidded, staring back at him in need. Marcus can’t help but smile at him, his tongue slowly running over the piercing, and he hears a quiet curse when he sucks on the metal studs. First the one under his dickhead, then the one on top of it - always in that order - before tongueing the slit of his cock, where Joel is already leaking a considerable amount of pre-cum.

“You’re so good at that.” Joel’s voice is like a hum that Marcus feels through his entire body, with the slightest hitches of breathing that clearly indicate his excitement. He brushes his fingers through Marcus’ hair, his hips moving lazily - barely even, but just enough to chase the friction of Marcus’ lips and tongue. “Saving the entire world constantly, but then you also suck dick like this.” 

“Joel…” This time it’s Marcus who groans, resting his head against Joel’s belly for a moment as he tries to compose himself, then chases after the tip of his dick again with his mouth. 

“Nuh-uh.” Joel smacks his cheek unexpectedly, stopping him in his tracks, and the sudden sensation of the slap makes Marcus leak into his briefs. He sucks in a deep breath, fighting the urge to rub his dick against Joel’s leg for some friction and get some relief for himself. Instead he lifts his eyes back up to Joel, lips still pressed against his dick, to see him staring right back with a frown. “What did you call me, Moreno?” 

“Sir,” he gasps against Joel’s cock, realizing his mistake as he’d gotten too carried away. “Fuck – I’m so sorry, sir.” He doesn’t wait to see if the verbal apology is enough, but instead pops the head of Joel’s cock back into his mouth again to show him just how sorry he is. The groan he gets in return drowns out the last bits of noise in his head, flooding his senses, and all he wants to do is to just take in Joel’s cock completely. But Joel holds him back, denies him, teases him until Marcus feels like he’s about to break, his throat thick and heart heavy with want.

“Please”, he moans eventually, his body tight with tension as he lets the head of Joel’s dick fall out of his mouth. 

“So say it,” Joel demands, tugging at his hair so he has no choice but to stare up at him. “If you want it, you-...”

“Fuck my mouth,” Marcus breathes, not even caring about how much his voice is shaking. “Please fuck my mouth, sir.”

So Joel does.  

One hand in Marcus’ hair, the other under his chin to hold him in place, and as he keeps his eyes locked on Marcus’, he calmly slides his thick cock into the wet heat that Marcus offers. Going so deep without missing a beat that for a moment Marcus isn’t sure whether he can take it all without warming up, mouth and heart full of Joel just as he wants it. But there’s no need to wonder, because Joel knows - gives him exactly what he needs, uses him the way they both want it, reassuring Marcus in every way that he’s got him.The caresses, murmured praise, the salty taste of pre-cum leaking on Marcus’ tongue as his breathing keeps getting heavier. 

Joel pushes him just a little further every time he slides back into Marcus’ mouth, hips steady and hands confidently holding him at just the right angle, until Marcus can feel his cock in his throat, has to work hard on relaxing more so his gag reflex doesn’t kick in - because he wants this. No thoughts, just the coarse tickle of Joel’s pubes against his nose. Just Joel filling him up so much that he can barely breathe, anything but graceful as he’s drooling around his length. 

The rush of being pushed to his limits, of feeling Joel’s stomach pressed against his forehead once he has taken all of his cock, the “Good boy, Marcus - fuck, FUCK” in Joel’s strained desperate voice as he keeps himself inside - keeps Marcus in place with a hand firmly on the back of his head.

He groans around Joel’s thickness, eyes rolling nearly back into his head when he feels the piercing’s zing once again. It’s always good, but this time - inside of his throat - it vibrates through him in a way that makes his head spin. It’s overwhelming, making it hard to breathe, but it’s all he can think of right now. Even though he hears Joel hush him and calm him down, even tries to withdraw from Marcus’ mouth, he feels frenzied now and needs more. More as he starts to bop his head on his own accord now, creating more friction for Joel as well as his own benefit, as he’s unwilling to let go - despite Joel's repeated attempt to pull out of him. 

Instead he doubles down in his determination, despite the fact that it’s making him gag, with tears coming to his eyes as he pushes himself further and harder. Because all he can think right now is how good the rush feels, how alive and unfettered his body and mind are in this moment, filled up with Joel. So much that he’s barely even aware of the bedside lamp that has started to flicker its light erratically, and the low buzzing of other electronics in the room. 

“Marcus,” Joel’s hoarse voice is barely a whimper, but his hand grabbing Marcus’ hair tightly is a lot more adamant and forceful, trying to pull him off his cock. “Calm down. Hey, you gotta let go-...”

He shakes his head, barely able to keep breathing because of how filled up he is, and oh- that was a mistake. His throat contracts almost violently, and before he knows it he’s half choking on Joel’s dick, his face a blur of tears and spit. This time Joel literally drags him off his cock, pulling it completely out of his mouth as he snaps their safe word at Marcus.

It’s hard to even hear it through his coughing fit. Marcus’ throat feels just as raw as his dick is hard, both almost painfully throbbing as he tries to catch his breath - pressing his forehead against Joel’s hip as he sucks air into his lungs. His brain initially doesn’t register how Joel is leaning over him, hands quick to undo the cuffs, but once he gets it, he starts to protest despite his foggy brain. 

“Sir, no...”, he pants, turning his head so it’s now his cheek that’s pressed against the warmth of Joel’s pelvis. He licks his lips when he realizes just how close this puts him to Joel’s cock again, and without even thinking twice he leans in, mouthing the heavy ball sack in front of him, just wanting Joel inside of him somehow. 

“Fuck. No, c’mon,” Joel’s gasp is barely concealed as he removes both cuffs, then gently urges Marcus’ mouth off his balls. It’s taking Marcus effort to not whine at it, his head cloudy from the rush that got snatched away too soon from him, but he follows Joel’s lead nevertheless, legs cramping as he gets back up to his feet with Joel’s support.

“Not ‘sir’ anymore, just me,” Joel warns him before he can say anything, and then there’s just Joel’s mouth on his, hot and hungry and impatient and comforting. His hands are fast as he strips Marcus from his shirt and underwear before discarding his own clothes, and then finally - FINALLY - Marcus gets what he wants, what he’s been craving. All of Joel, naked and warm and on top of him, their cocks rubbing together, and he’s never been more glad about having prepped earlier in the shower.

“Need you inside right now.” His voice is hoarse and gruff from the deep throating, but he pushes the words out anyway, unable to wait any longer. He’s not even sure which one of them grabs the lube from the nightstand. All that registers is the look of arousal on Joel’s face when his index finger slides inside so easily, just like the second one, and Marcus almost whines when he feels Joel’s fingers curl inside of him.

“Fucked yourself open in the shower for me?” Joel’s voice is just one long needy growl, and moments later the head of his dick presses against Marcus’ asshole, slick with lube. “Ohhh, FUCK,” he breathes, and Marcus moans, digging his fingers into Joel’s back as if he’s literally trying to pull him inside. “Yes, yes - take it, all of me, just like that…”

“Don’t have to go slow.” Marcus buries his face against Joel’s shoulder, then hisses in pleasure at Joel sinking fully inside of him, all in one smooth go. “God - yes, please, please.” He’s always come up short with a way to describe the sensations he feels from the apadravya piercing, even after more than fifteen years, and this time is no exception. It would feel good for anyone, but with the way his body and powers respond to metal - having that hit his sweet zone becomes unlike anything else he’s ever felt. 

Everything seems foggy, but in that really good kind of way that lets him surrender himself, lost in the feel and smell and taste of Joel. He’s drunk on him and still wants more, more pliable than he usually is, as every thrust feels both too intense yet not quite enough. 

“So tight for me always,” Joel’s breathing hitches, his voice almost like a coo for a moment, and Marcus groans when Joel thrusts a little harder into him, straightening up so he has a better angle. “I know, baby, I know, you feel so goddamn good. I’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he reassures him, groaning in frustration when his position doesn’t quite allow him to go as deep as he wants to. “Hang in there. Gonna move you,” he promises, and Marcus whines when he feels him pull out. But Joel is quick and strong, and moments later he has Marcus laying right at the bottom corner of the bed.

He grabs Marcus’ leg and brings it up to rest over his left shoulder, improving the angle and grip on him, and Marcus watches breathlessly as Joel strokes his dick. Foreskin sliding up and down, once again that teasing flash of metal, and then he guides his cock back to Marcus’ ass. “Here we go. Y’got it, always taking me so well”, Joel reassures him with a soft chuckle, and then it’s just all white hot heat for Marcus as Joel fills him up even more than before - going even deeper at this new angle. 

“Open your mouth, take these fingers for me,” Joel groans and Marcus obliges promptly, wrapping his lips around Joel’s thick fingers the same way he did earlier with his cock. 

“Please…” he gasps, full of want and desperation, and fuck - Joel towering over him in this position makes him seem even broader than usual, and even more in charge, turning the rest of Marcus’ brain into mush. He sucks harder on Joel’s fingers, stroking himself as his cock throbs hard, especially seeing how much it affects Joel to be inside of him in more than just one way. It makes Joel even more feral, thrusting faster into him, and Marcus can tell it’s not gonna be much longer before he’s gonna come on Joel’s cock.

“I know, I know. You wanna be so full of me always,” Joel hushes him, and Marcus moans in response. “Every single way, huh? Taking whatever I give you.” He pulls his fingers out of Marcus’ mouth and leans down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, growling softly as he claims him with his tongue. Marcus’ cock jumps hard as Joel’s fingers wipe the leaked pre-cum off his sticky stomach, using it for lubrication as he pushes Marcus’ hand aside and takes over jerking him off. 

“Good boy,” Joel gasps as their kiss ends, thrusting hard into Marcus. “Ooh, you’re such a good fucking boy, Marcus.” 

Marcus’ breathing stutters at the praise, his hips jerking up against Joel as he buries his face against his sweaty hair. Heat is flashing through his body, even more intense thanks to the metal stud of Joel’s piercing hitting his prostate, and he can hardly breathe as his climax is so close to hitting, making him oblivious to everything else around them.

“What the FUCK?” 

The voice is so shrill that Marcus doesn’t even recognize it - he just startles, suddenly jerked away from the release that was about to overtake him. But before he can look at who is suddenly standing in the room, Joel swears under his breath - his arms protectively cradling him closer, turning Marcus’ head away from the sudden intruder.

“What the… DAD??” 

“Shit!” The shock slams heavily into Marcus’s body as panic takes over, his fucked out brain only now realizing who walked in on Joel and him. It’s his daughter. 

His fingers claw into Joel’s shoulders to stop him from moving, not realizing Joel had already stopped doing that, and he’s scrambling to gather his wits so he could give any explanation for what she just walked into. “Honey, this isn’t what—...”

“HE HAS HIS DICK UP YOUR ASS!! What is not—” He hears her gasp as she abruptly interrupts herself to stop speaking - clearly realizing this was not the moment to start an argument. There should be something he could say, Marcus thinks to himself, trying to shake himself out of the mental paralysis that seems to have overtaken him, but there’s nothing he can think of. Judging by how Joel keeps him covered and prevents him from looking at his kid, he seems to be of exactly that same thought.

“I thought… But you… Fucking assholes. You’re screwing each other?”, she continues in disbelief, followed by the noise of her knocking into furniture. “You’re screwing each other?? Mom!!” With a loud yell she leaves the room, followed by her footsteps rushing down the stairs.

It’s like her departure suddenly brings air back into the room, because at last Marcus can breathe in deeply, oxygen finally rushing into his lungs. So does Joel, who sighs deeply as he finally lets Marcus turn his head so they can look at each other. 

“You’re okay?”, Joel asks him softly, but all Marcus can do initially is shake his head.

No. He’s not okay, not in the slightest bit.

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Joel’s POV

The panic in Marcus’ eyes is abundantly clear, his eyes growing even bigger when his daughter storms out of the bedroom, yelling for her mom. “Shit. Shit, Joel, we - I’ve gotta–”

Joel shakes his head immediately, his hand firm against Marcus’ chest as he stops him from getting up. “Yeah, no,” he says calmly, letting Marcus’ leg slide off his left shoulder. “You don’t gotta do nothing. And we ain’t done here.” 

The lights in the bedroom are flickering erratically, some spiking in brightness that shouldn’t be possible for regular bulbs in household lamps. Others are blinking and buzzing in a jittery way that sounds suspiciously like Marcus’ elevated heartbeat under Joel’s warm hand.

Once again Joel shakes his head. “Marcus. Look at me. Breathe.” He gently urges Marcus down on his back again, brushing his fingers through Marcus’ hair as he brings their foreheads together. 

“You’re fine.” A soft whisper, knowing it requires more attention to listen to than his usual speaking voice would. That’s exactly what Marcus needs in moments like this; something to focus on that pulls him out of his head, gets him out of the anxiety. “Hey. You hear me? Repeat it.”

Marcus shakes his head, too dumbstruck by what just happened. Joel tries to stop himself from sighing, nudging his nose softly against Marcus - and cursing the interruption. Not just for the obvious reasons, but also because Marcus is right back at where he was earlier that day; high strung and anxious, as if all of Joel’s efforts to clear his mind had been for nothing. 

“Repeat. It.”

“I’m… fine. I’m fine.” Marcus doesn’t sound too convincing as he takes another deep breath, his head tilting upward as he brushes his lips over Joel’s. “Promise I’m fine,” he then manages, and as if on cue the lights around them stop flickering; some of them turning off, while others stay as they were earlier.

Joel nods, hums in relief as he lets his tongue lick softly at Marcus’ lower lip. “Good. She’s an adult - she’ll be fine too. Cranky, but that ain’t nothing new,” he muses, and Marcus’ laugh bubbles up quick and suddenly as he wraps his arms around Joel, heaving a sigh of relief. 

“But what if she…”

“No.” Joel moves up with a frown, gently shrugging Marcus’ arms off, then also pulls his cock out of him, ignoring the gasp of disappointment that gets him in return. “Thought I told you that you’re fine. We clear or not?”, he asks as he gets up and reaches for the water on his nightstand, taking a few gulps of it as he admires Marcus laying spread out on the bed.

It’s not often enough Joel gets to see him like this, just - laying down. Not doing something. The work at the Heroics HQ had been keeping Marcus away from home more than usual, which neither Joel nor Nicole were too pleased with. But it had been a very long time since anyone had been able to convince Marcus that he needed a break, no matter the tempting suggestions they’d presented to him.

“You’re so bossy.” But Marcus smiles as he watches Joel rummage through his nightstand, pulling out a few things he drops next to one of the pillows before he gets back on the bed.

“You like that about me,” Joel reminds him, leaning down to press a kiss against Marcus’ belly who groans happily in return.

“I do. That - and that big cock of yours. Good selling points.” Marcus fingers some of the gray streaks that have started creeping into Joel’s hair lately, wrapping a lock or two around his index finger. “Maybe a few other things that I like, too.”

Joel grins. “Good. Can’t live on cock alone - we’re not twenty anymore.” He rubs his hand over Marcus’ belly, watching the shivers run down to his neatly trimmed pubes. The dark hair is still sticky from all that precum Marcus had leaked earlier, even though he is no longer erect right now due to the unexpected interruption. 

For a moment Joel’s mind drifts to Marcus’ daughter barging in on them. He felt bad for her, even though she had no business being in his room in the first place. At age 22, she hardly was a child anymore, but that didn’t make it any less unfortunate that she walked in on this - or that Nicole now had to explain the situation to her. But there was nothing that Joel could do about that, except let it go for the time being. Because right now, Marcus needed him - was craving the mind clearing bliss that would allow him to go back to work again later.

“Hey. Where’d you go, Miller?” Marcus’ voice and the gentle tug on his hair brings him back into the moment. Joel shakes his head as he runs his hands over Marcus’ narrow waist, giving his cheeks a quick squeeze.

“Didn’t go anywhere, I’m right here.” He kisses Marcus’ belly button, mapping his skin with his lips and tongue as he moves lower, running his fingers through Marcus’ sticky, matted down pubic hair. “Look at you being a mess. Just how I like you.”

Marcus whimpers when Joel brushes his nose against his cock, giving him a few small licks before he runs his tongue all over the sticky head. “God, Joel. You can’t just say shit like that.”

“ ‘Course I can. Know what that does to you.” He knows they don’t have long until Marcus is  leaving again, but he’ll take what he can get for now. Teasing Marcus with his tongue and lips, toying with his foreskin - the gasps that escape from Marcus when Joel pushes his tongue inside of it simply never fail. So Joel ignores the clock on the wall, taking his time to let his mouth pay homage to every bit of Marcus’ cock and balls, feeling how most of the tension has left his body by now. His moves are slow and hazy, lips parted in pleasure the entire time as he watches Joel go down on him. But by the time he’s almost fully erect, his hips are pushing up needily, wanting so much more than he is getting right now. “Joel. Want you back inside of me.”

Joel grabs the lube he’d put next to the pillow, squeezing a considerable amount on his hand which he then uses to fists his cock, slicking himself up anew. Marcus likes it wet, messy and intense - and Joel was never shy about using plenty of lube, wanting to make sure Marcus could take him the way and for as long as he wanted to. 

He slips the three metal rings on his right hand when Marcus’ eyes are closed for a moment. They’re thick, even around his fingers, and Joel flexes them as he gets used to the initial heating of the metal to match his body temperature.

“You want it hard, baby?” Joel runs his fingers over the head of his dick, thumbing the two metal metal studs from his apadravya piercing. He still remembers the first time they fucked after it had healed. Marcus wouldn’t let him out of his bed for a full day, eager to discover all the new ways that Joel felt and tasted and responded to him. That little zing that still happens whenever Marcus cups Joel’s dick, even if he’s fully clothed. By now, Joel was more than adept at making Marcus fall apart for him so beautifully, especially with the apadravya stimulating his prostate. 

But the rings… They were still a fairly new addition, another experiment by Joel. He was no scientist when it came to electromagnetic waves, but he knew what worked for Marcus. And every time Joel fucked him while also using his ringed hand to jerk him off, the eventual release would simply knock Marcus out. Even Joel could feel the pieces of metal respond to each other, which would almost violently shove him towards a release that made his brain short circuit. 

“Yes.” Marcus’ eyes are black with need as he watches Joel, breathing heavily as he reaches out to run his hands over Joel’s soft belly. “I really… Really need it hard. Please, Joel.”

“Not gonna slow down.” He can’t help but wrap his fingers around Marcus’ wrist, bringing his hand up so he can press a kiss to his palm, nuzzling his stubble against the soft skin. “Unless you decide to safe word.”

“I know. We’re good.” Marcus’ free hand slides lower on Joel’s belly, down until he reaches Joel’s cock, the fat head leaking against Marcus’ taint. He covers it with his hand, and Joel holds his glance as he sees Marcus focus on him - his breathing easing down, eyes becoming more clear, and then Joel feels the tingling around his piercing and Marcus’ fingers. 

“Fuuuck,” he growls in a low voice, slowly - oh so slowly - rubbing his cock against Marcus’ taint, enjoying how sensitive both of them already are. Marcus’ breathing hitches, and Joel can feel him shiver as he just lets go - lets his mind go blank, stay in the moment, willing and accepting anything that Joel wanted to do to him and with him. No Heroics, no being in charge, no city of Austin.

Joel takes his time to sink into Marcus, inch by inch, knowing that if he goes too fast they’re both going to blow in no time. Once he’s fully inside he holds still for a moment, his cock throbbing from the sensation of being enveloped by Marcus.

“Fuck, you always feel so good.” The words escape from Joel’s lips before he can even think about them. When he puts his ringed hand on Marcus’ stomach, the response is instantaneous. Electricity rolls through Marcus’ body as a thunderstorm, making him jerk up, and Joel can’t control himself anymore when he sees Marcus’ pupils dilate, as he’s gasping both in pleasure and need.

“Take it. Take me, pretty boy, that’s it - that’s it, yes,” he pants as he picks up his pace. Their mouths crash together, desperate kisses from both of them as Joel fucks him, needing very little time to get both of them riding as high as they were right before they got interrupted. When Joel wraps his ringed fingers around Marcus’ cock, he feels the charge jump through their bodies - whatever that exactly means -, setting off sparks around them as light bulbs and devices start to buzz again. This time it’s no stress response, but Marcus coming apart under him, having let down all of his defenses to surrender to Joel. 

And Joel fucking loves it. It’s his absolute favorite thing in the world, taking Marcus apart and watch him get fucked up. Eyes wide and so dark as he gets all cock drunk, greedily rocking his hips along with Joel’s moves. Fingers trying to hold on to him, and digging into Joel’s shoulders, arms, and the sounds he makes as Joel jerks him off make Joel wish that he could just record them, keep them with him at all times. 

When Joel takes a particular hard thrust into Marcus, he swears that for a moment he hears Marcus’ voice on the inside of his brain. “Harder,” a plea that’s not coming from Marcus’ lips, but from somewhere deep within his chest. “Hold me down.” And that - THAT is Joel’s cue. Because Marcus may be a Heroic, a leader for their city and justice, but this… this was the man himself surrendering, this was no longer a superhero, but simply desire as sharp as nails digging into Joel’s skin. 

Joel reaches up with one hand and gathers Marcus’ wrists above his head like earlier, seeing and feeling him tremble as he nods breathlessly. “Make it quiet,” Marcus gasps, and Joel takes over his mouth again with a deep kiss until all of Marcus’ words have disappeared.

“No more thinking. Want you to come on my cock.” 

Marcus cries as he nods, arms trying to shove Joel’s away, but Joel knows how he works. Knows that he’s about a minute away from losing it. “You heard me,” he runs his tongue over Marcus’ neck, then sucks a hickey into the sensitive skin. “Y’wanted me to fuck the noise out of your head?” Joel’s hand tightens as he keeps holding Marcus’ wrists pressed down hard against the bed, feeling the shock waves that are running through him start to increase. 

The moment Joel’s ringed fingers close around Marcus’ throbbing and leaking cock, he can feel that Marcus is pretty much done for. He feels him buck up against him, hands trying to break free, but Joel shakes his head as he only holds him down more.

“I’d threaten to tie you up, but you’re not even gonna last that long, baby,” Joel coos at him, and Marcus fucking whines at him, begs him even louder this time. His cock twitches hard as Joel jerks him off roughly, electricity bouncing between their bodies in a way that makes it impossible to tell where it starts and where it ends. 

“Where d’you want it?”, Joel pants against his ear, his tight grip still holding Marcus pinned to the bed. “Tell me. Use that filthy mouth of yours. Want me to come on your face?” Marcus twitches under them, wordless, so Joel takes it a little further. “On your chest? Down your throat?”

“You know… where.” Marcus’ voice stutters, and this time there are sparks flying around Joel’s fingers, around his rings. “Ple–...”

“Use your goddamn words, Marcus,” Joel growls as he shifts his hips and drives himself home, right against Marcus’ prostate, until Marcus’ body convulses and his teeth bite hard into Joel’s shoulder.

“Inside,” Marcus sobs, and Joel feels him spurt his hot seed onto both of their bellies. “Fuck, Joel, come inside, want you to fill me up.”

“That’s right. Take it like a good boy, all of me,” Joel gasps, and then everything goes bright-hot-white in his head as his body gives out from holding on so long. He buries his face against Marcus’ neck as he shakes, fucking the last bit of his come deep into him before he collapses, completely spent.

It takes him a while to recover, only coming back to his senses by the feeling of Marcus’ lips on his face - soft kisses and sweet whispers as he cradles Joel’s head against him. Joel whimpers, then shakes his head weakly when he feels Marcus start to move - knows he’s about to get up and grab the nearest thing for clean up. “Mmmm, no, no. Not yet,” he mumbles as he puts pressure again on Marcus’ wrists to hold him pinned to the bed, stopping him in his tracks. “Gimme a sec.”

He feels Marcus’ cock twitch hard, despite being completely spent, followed by a deep sigh from Marcus. “If you do that again, I’m just gonna stay and not go back to work,” he mumbles against Joel, who can’t stop himself from smiling. Perfect.

“Got a better idea.” He smacks the side of Marcus’ ass, tilting his hips up to him so he can pull out of him with ease, going much slower than he usually does. “Stay like this for a second,” he orders Marcus, resisting the urge to spread his cheeks and watch his warm cum drip out of him. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”

He sweeps his fingers through Marcus’ come on his belly and spreads it over the head of the compact metal butt plug he’d taken out of the nightstand earlier. No - it’s gonna have to stay in him for a while with that press conference coming up. So he takes a quick dollop of lube and slicks up the toy some more, then spreads Marcus’ legs a little wider for him.

“How about you keep that f’me, huh? Until you get back home later.” 

Marcus gasps as Joel pushes the metal plug inside of him, hips bucking up as his ass eagerly takes the offering. “No, Joel, God… I have to do a press conference,” he croaks, looking at Joel in disbelief as the static crackles between those rings, Joel’s piercing and the plug that’s now snugly inside of him. “You can’t–...”

“ ‘Course I can. Just did it. ” Joel smiles slowly, tiredly at him, as he leans down for one more kiss. “You’ll have a little something to remind you of me.” He strokes his fingers one more time over Marcus’ ass, making sure there’s no discomfort - he knows Marcus can take it, because it hasn’t been the first time Joel sent him back to work like this. Though never before when he was scheduled to talk to press.

“Bastard,” Marcus mutters, but he can’t hide the smile on his face as he gazes at Joel. “Were you always such a fucking menace?”

“Yeap. That, being bossy, and having a big ol’ cock is what kept you hooked on me all those years.” Joel grins as he moves to sit up, groaning when his back protests slightly. “Consider it an incentive to come home right after you’re done.”

“What’s the reward if I do?”

A slow grin spreads over Joel’s face as he raises an eyebrow at Marcus. 

“If you’re good, I’ll let your wife eat my come out of you when you come home to us.”

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[jpasionr]

I haven't done this before so I might leave some paragraphs because I love this iteration of the turtles a lot ; v ;

Favorite Character and 1 reason why: LEO!!! Mostly because of his personality being more different than the previous iterations. A lot of his episodes either highlight, point out the flaws, or other little details to his character. And to me, its more refreshing than here's the leader of "you should do what I say because I'm the leader!!!" type of character...

Least Favorite Character and 1 reason why: I forgot the name of the Jupiter Jim guy but, he might have been the reason why the guys has such bad taste in idols. (Like examples of Mikey with Meatweats and Raph still a fan of Ghostbear)

A character you think is attractive: Its still Leo but, sometimes Donnie despite that softshell turtle being such a rude jerk lol

Favorite Villain: Big Mama!!! Her yokai design is still peak monster character design and how she can say silly words with such malice.

Least Favorite Villain: Those crab mutants bullying Raph when he was all alone and suggesting the idea to eat him... Those guys should have just stayed human >:[

Favorite Duo: Portal Duo!!! The rivalry they had in the episode where Senor Hueso needed help from serving two mob bosses is still funny. Like Leo almost felt what Raph had, with the whole oldest sibling making sure the youngest doesn't get into trouble. And Leo really want to help out Hueso until Mikey made into another dumb competition xD

Favorite Ship: April and Sunita are really cute together!

Also I really like other oc x canon ships!!! (To the point, it eventually inspired me to do my own ship but, I'm still working up the courage to share it on here TT _ TT)

2 reasons why I love rottmnt: There was so much love put into this iteration, especially the new changes to the usual format of the franchise and other neat ideas that influenced mm/tottmnt. It got me to get out of my comfort zone, close to 7 years and probably more, I do not regret taking a chance with this show :]

Uh, anyone else that wants join :]

Calling all ROTTMNT fans

Hi i'm new and I've been seeing these on Tumblr, so I thought to do one :) Btw tag your Rottmnt friends to do this to!

Favorite Character and 1 reason why: (Mine is Donnie because he's funny XD)

Least Favorite Character and 1 reason why: (Mine is the Leader of the Kraang bc of what he did to Leo..)

A character you think is attractive(Can skip if you don't have one): (Mine is DONNIE >:))

Favorite Villain: (Mine is Kendra, or Big Mama)

Least Favorite Villain: (Mine is same as my least fav character)

Favorite Duo: (Mine is DISASTER TWINS)

Favorite Ship: (None tbh)

2 reasons why you like Rottmnt :3: (Mine is because it's a genuinely funny show, the humor in it is great, and the characters are so well done.)

Your tags: (Mine: @donniecrazy20, @geese-ball, @mycomars, @tonystarkwasrobbed, @ihateitallsomerandomguy, @yourlocalmia, @sockkllyy, @strawberryswirl4321)

[prapaiwife]

Charlie's insecurity summary kinda lol

The way Willy was so confident in how basically babe wouldn't be loyal to Charlie. And yet babe shut that down so fast basically saying like Charlie is an exception he's different. There is no other person that could even try as he was trying so hard this whole episode and more episodes to come it seems! But we know for a fact that babe is not even looking at anyone else nor wants anyone else. But it's Charlie's insecurity and babe basically pointed it out even if he didn't know it. To Charlie he knows that babe can leave him and have anyone he wants because he's a pit babe. But in this case specifically with willy and babe teasingly saying things like Willy is even better than Charlie on the race. Like it's just giving Charlie more of a reason to feel unsettled and uneasy.

That with the fact of babe starting to lie to him and basically intentionally keeping from him his interactions with Willy. It's just going to build up more and more and it's not going to be pretty. Because yeah they tease each other and for the most part they kind of brush it off. But what he says here specifically to Charlie is staying with him because Charlie can tell if he meant it intentionally or not and that is the problem. Charlie waited up for him and asked him more than once to see if he would tell him the truth and he didn't. Cause I do think Charlie trust babe and wants to believe him and that he will just tell him the truth. Because they should be way past the point of lying to each other. And I think especially for Charlie because of the fact that he knows the things he did not tell babe the truth about. Even though they're all out of good reasoning it left a scar and I bet if Charlie could he would take it back but not if it meant that babe wouldn't be protected and safe.

And again to lie I'm only emphasizing because of the fact that Charlie has his senses so everything is heightened smell as we saw today. We didn't see him use his senses until they were lying but we know he knows that babe is lying even if you probably didn't use his senses honestly. It's just that even more of a riskier thing to do because babe is obviously well where the fact that he has his senses and so it doesn't take much for Charlie to find out anything lol but I feel like Charlie wouldn't have to use it if they would just tell him the truth. But I also think Charlie waits to see if babe will tell him the truth himself but when he doesn't it leaves things with an unresolved tension that is just going to build up.

And the ending with the way Charlie was was looking at him at the end like he couldn't figure babe out. Which honestly broke my heart because Charlie rarely ever looks up babe like that because as babe said it himself he knows him inside and out so the fact that he couldn't tell what babe was really thinking of him 😭😭

And I know some people can say this is like a miscommunication trope but to me it's really not so much that. Both Charlie and babe have both been through so much traumatic events of their life and so it's understandable that for both of them they can't say everything honestly to each other. And honestly they only have each other so they're trying to protect each other but they're both doing it at their own different paces. One thing for sure is that they are both afraid of losing each other and while they won't agree with the other one is doing the love is still there between them.

[skeletonh0e]

Would love to have some headncanons about the bois falling in love with the reader that doesn't love them back 😶

Were craving some angst lately, so i hope you're ok with writing something like this.

Oooooh boy, sad boy hours be upon us but I had fun with this one!

Tw for toxicity & yandere-ish behavior for the bad sans gang, we all knew it was coming. Those four do not cope with bad feelings well. Just skip over those parts if it's not your cuppa

The Boys & Unrequited Love

Classic Sans:

Here's the thing with Sans and confessing serious feelings.....

He don't.

Listen, whenever this man catches feels he never intentionally confesses first. He waits for a confession, blurts it out accidentally or at the very least doesn't make a move unless he has reason to suspect you might actually return his feelings

And in this particular case? You never do. And it's fine. He's fine. Promise.

Okay obviously it's not a fun time realizing you've caught serious feelings for a friend who just doesn't return the sentiment, but he knows it's probably for the best anyway. He can settle for being just your friend.

Inaction is probably one of Sans' biggest flaws, so he simply doesn't bring it up and dismisses anyone who asks if he might have a thing for you. Is there a part of him telling him to shoot his shot anyway? That to at least risk it because of the off chance you return his feelings despite having no indication otherwise? Yeah but.....he still doesn't.

Besides, if you really wanted you would have asked him eventually right?

But you don't. And that's fine.

He'll be there still, hanging out and watching you go on dates with others. Happily supporting you at every moment, probably will offer to be a groomsmen at your wedding and even give a goofy toast

It'll all sting a bit but he'll get over it, he always does.

Emotional repression is strong here.

He's just waiting for his feelings to fade, which maybe they will eventually but it's not gonna be anytime soon and he's choosing to silently suffer while being there for you in an entirely platonically matter.

Above all else, he doesn't want to make things weird and doesn't want to lose you completely so he'll settle for this. No point in mourning what could have been or the fantasies he wishes to have. He focuses on what he does have.

He's sure you'll think of him fondly, he'll be happy for you, maybe even be remembered fondly as dear ole' uncle Sans if you choose to have children

This is fine

He's always here if you need him.

Underswap Sans:

Takes a bit to realize his feelings are romantic but unlike Classis he's definitely shooting his shot,

Going all out with the confession and everything, he wants to it be a spectacle!

Annnnnnnnd-

Friendzoned.

Oof

Is this how Chara felt when he took them on a date and rejected them? Yeesh. It is not good to be on the receiving end, he's gonna apologize to that kid later.

Honestly, he takes it the best out of all the Sanses here. Like,

You two can still be friends right? 👉👈

If not well, yeah sad boy hours are intensified but if you two can continue a friendship then the blow is softened a good bit

It'll still sting, things are awkward for a bit, and things are gonna be worse for the fella if you do start dating someone not long after but yeah.

He's got his feelings out and over time they will eventually fall out.

He'll continue being your best friend, supporting you, being there and hyping you up always. Similar to Classic but with his own chaotic energy to the mix and there's no sense of sadness there. At least not as much and then not at all down the line.

Sometimes, things like this just don't work out. But you two found a rhythm and dynamic that works.

He's still happy to be an important person in your life 💙

Underfell Sans:

Him? In love? Miss him with that weak shit.

Denial is always his first response to these type of feelings, however after a certain point he can't ignore them and he's put in a weird situation.

Does he say something? Would it better or worse if he doesn't? Does it matter? He'd be a shitty boyfriend, how long would it take for you to just dump his ass?

He flirts but always plays it off as a joke, the fact that you never response that positively to it never installs much hope

However....one night after a lot of booze, he stumbles into your arms and gets all gushy on you. That's when feelings are all put out in the open and while you care for his drunk ass....

You let him down gently

And then he passes out

Next day? He pretends to be too drunk to remember any of it. (He remembers everything he's dying inside)

You push the issue he's gonna deny or gas light "I was drunk off my ass and don't even remember that shit, whatever I said I was clearly too drunk to be thinking straight-" type beat

He's of course actually upset deep down but good luck getting him to admit that

Things are awkward for a bit, you two are still friends yeah because he is known for loyalty as much as anything else but you get the vibe he's just salty at you for awhile

And well....you two aren't as close as you used to be.

He'll get over it eventually, he's still there. Just not as much as he would have been before hand.

Underlust Sans:

Knee-jerk reaction is a big "Oh no-"

He does not catch romantic feelings easily, he almost prides himself on that fact and now he's done the most cliche thing by falling in love with a friend

He does not what to do either. So he does the most suspicious thing then full blown stops any flirting or cracking dirty jokes around you

....which makes everyone more suspicious

He's a master at acting in every other situation despite this one, it seems. Does everyone around you piece together that he has serious romantic feels? No, but most can tell something is up.

Including you

Once you manage to ask, he'll dodge the question until he can't. Then you get an awkward confession followed by him making it VERY clear you don't have to return his feelings and he doesn't want anything to change between you really

.....and you agree with him.

Outwardly he takes it well but later he's getting drunk and crying some messy tears, Grillby is gonna hear all about it later

He's still your friend though....at least he tries to be

He thought he could still be your friend, but it really starts to hurt after a bit and he starts seeing you less and less. Starts answering your phone calls less, starts hanging around less and you two just don't talk as much

It's a slow process as he slowly removes himself from your life, he knows it's kind of a shitty thing to do but he won't move on other wise.

He'll still be there if you need him, he'll pick you up if you're nearly black out drunk or need someone to bail you out but....you don't see him that much anymore.

Horrortale Sans:

This is.....a messy situation.

Axe is a wildcard when it comes to these emotions, all of the bad Sanses are. But the thing about him is there is no telling what might set him off. The others at least have something akin to a pattern, meanwhile anything for him is basically a shot in the dark

Probably realized he had feelings for you after awhile back but....hasn't figured out how to confess yet or even if he wants to. He doesn't know how he'd react to you turning him down

For now? He's your friend. A friend who's scaring away any potential partners....a friend who's suspiciously always there the moment your date for the evening didn't show up....a friend who's definitely not murdering anyone that comes too close....

He knows he can't do this forever, he knows you wouldn't react well to any of this but....he can't let you go either. So he's doing everything he can to keep you close but never give you reason to leave him

A part of him is still hoping your feelings will change and you'll fall in love with him if he just stays around long enough

He's an awful man he knows but he can be so good for you he just knows it

There's not really a good end to this situation, either you find out what he's been doing and end up hating him for it. Or he does finally confess and you reject him.

And when either or does happen he doesn't know whether he'll kill you or simply refuse to let you go then takes you back kicking and screaming. He doesn't like to think about either outcome.

Fresh Sans:

So here's the thing, if you aren't interested in him and don't make the first move as a result he is NOT gonna figure out he has romantic feelings for you on his own

Fresh is not the most emotionally mature guy and to be to him he's not really uh, built for this

He's a parasite. No one was ever intended to love him and he likewise wasn't intended to fall in love

He knows he likes you a lot and care deeply for you, hasn't figured out that means he's in love. And dosnt even realize he wants you as more than a friend

So....it's kind of obvious to everyone else but him

And you don't have the heart to turn him down so....you two just continue on.

There'll be the occasional moment where Fresh gets a bit too clingy or pulls some shit you'd expect from a boyfriend not just a friend, but he doesn't figure it out. Not even when you eventually get with someone else.

By the time Fresh realizes what his feelings were, you probably already have a life for yourself. Hell, you might already be dead of old age. He's far too late to do anything about it now.

And he's fine with that.

It makes him upset sure, but he's happy he was able to be a part of your life. No matter how small it was.

Killer Sans:

TOXIC BOY HOURS LETS GOOOOOO

Probably was waiting for the right moment to confess or at least find a way to make it a spectacle, he's a romantic at heart yeah.

But then you go on a date and he had take care of it

A bit of a whiplash to have your date murdered by your friend and doubly more so when said friend is dropping a dramatic love confession

You try to let him down easy but uhhhhh

Killer isn't taking a no.

He's not going to do something as extreme as say kidnap you but like he's not leaving, you're his and no one else can have you. Whether or not you want that is irrelevant

You'll change your mind eventually, but he's not letting anything ruin this.

You're either gonna have to constantly live working around this (kissing your romantic life and social life goodbye) or cut the problem at the stem by getting rid of Killer, both being easier said than done

The former means you're basically dating Killer even if you aren't actually dating, so it's a form of defeatism

The latter is gonna take some form of extreme magic or possibly killing the bastard, neither of which are easy. Especially with Killer hounding you 24/7

The real question is do you give in or fight it to the bitter end?

Doesn't matter, one night you eventually scream at him, "I DONT LOVE YOU, I CAN NEVER LOVE YOU NOW. YOU KILLED ALL CHANCE YOU HAD WITH ME! I HATE YOU!" and it renders him silent and then....he leaves. Then he doesn't come back.

You're safe....?

Dusttale Sans:

The thing about Dust is that he fucking hates himself, so yeah he doesn't even try a confession and he rests well knowing his feelings aren't returned

Who would love him?

He'll just.....be around.

Would he go as far as to kill any possible partners you may have? Possibly. But only the ones he deems to be a legit danger to you but it's kind of clear he's just looking for excuses at this point

And as much as he wants to keep being your friend....it's start to take a toll on his mental health which is already thinner than a dry pasta noodle

He's going to snap and do something drastic at some point, so he does the most logical thing

He fucking vanishes off the face of the earth and lowkey ghosts you

It's harsh but trust me, it's for the best. Dust would rather you walk away with at least a decent enough memory of him rather than you getting to see him at his absolute worst

And trust me, his worst is horrifying

Might occasionally pop in on you, i.e will randomly stalk you from a distance every blue moon but you don't really see him ever again

Nightmare Sans:

Emotions are, unfortunately, his expertise. So he knows of his feelings and is painfully aware you don't return them.

He'll be patient enough to see if anything changes, but they don't. So.....

He's at a stand still of what to do.

Does he keep up the vague very unlikely hope you will eventually fall in love with him anyway? Does he cut off this friendship entirely? Does he decide he doesn't care what you want and keeps you anyway?

All are equally likely options. The thing is sometimes extreme emotions can be mixed up together, even if you end up hating or resenting it well....if there's enough passion you could mistake it for love in a sense

That's what he's telling himself anyway

The best case scenario is you don't notice any major changes and Nightmare is just becoming more distant from you. But it can all be dismissed as him being busy with work or whatever

Worst case scenario?

You're invited to his castle, he gives a long rambling about his feelings and if you turn him down? Well-

He's not letting you leave.

Make no mistake, you will always be cared for and adored whether you want it or not. But you're not leaving.

[andre-and-cal]

Homophobic andre who cant help but feel excited whenever cal points a gun at him or raises his tone ever so slightly.

Zero gay.

YES. YES YES YES. ANON I SEE YOUUU !!

Zero Gay…

wanna bet?

Calvin behaves as though he’s already wiped out his classmates when he sticks Chris Kriegman’s automatic pistol up to Andre’s forehead, the barrel kissing his speckled acne scars.

Andre’s eyes are locked on Cal’s finger tapping on the trigger, as if teasing him— the older teen’s hands are noticeably trembling a little, he wonders if he’d actually do it.

Cal’s practically yelled at him to sit down and shut the fuck up, but Andre briefly stands in shock, blinking dumbly like a deer caught in the headlights.

He drops down to his knees and says nothing. He doesn’t know what to say. His mind has gone blank, he’s wondering why he’s obliging by Cal’s commands. He figures it’s some instinctual root in place of the diminished fight or flight response he’s supposed to have.

He can’t make accommodations for it. Quite frankly, he feels little; he’s not scared. Perhaps his palms are growing slick with sweat due to pleasant adrenaline rather than a terror-fueled reaction.

Cal thinks he’s on drugs. Andre doesn’t do drugs. He quickly realizes Andre’s just all bark no bite. At least— with him he is.

Admittedly, he’s a little tense, a little afraid that the gun will somehow go off by itself. He knows that possibility is slim, but the pressure weighs heavily on his shoulders. He could easily die right now, right in this moment— and who knows what Cal would do with his body if a bullet sprang out and lodged itself right between his eyes?

He has to suppress a smile nonetheless. What the fuck?

He doesn’t want to think about why his knees are growing weak, why Calvin could possibly be holding him at gunpoint. To gratify his own disgusting desires, perhaps. Andre thinks he’s lost his mind. But then again, he misplaced his own a long time ago.

The thrill makes him feel crazy.

“Jesus Christ— what the fuck’re you doing??” Andre demands.

“That’s not my name.” Cal mocks.

“What? Just put the fucking gun down, man!” Andre hisses, but he doesn’t lean his head away.

Some sick part of him doesn’t want Cal to withdraw the pistol yet.

Yet it’d be utterly humiliating if Cal killed him with his cousin’s weapon.

“Not until you say sorry.” Cal sneers and stares down at him with that look he always gives him when he knows he’s dangling his dignity high above his head, like he’s a dog waiting for a treat.

“Say sorry for what, exactly?” The brunet argues.

“For liking dudes,” the blond retorts. “You’d probably suck my dick right now if I asked you to, you know.” He smiles.

Andre’s mouth dries out like a desert. He’s always tried to defend himself, tried to bounce back his peers’ claims relating to him and homosexuality. But hearing those words come from his best friend tells a whole different tale.

Cal knows him better than anyone else— surely he knows he isn’t gay.

“That’s nasty, you’re nasty,” he chokes out, voice crack embarrassingly unmistakable. “Why’re you even…?? I’d only suck your dick ‘cause you’re holding a goddamn gun up to my head!”

“See? That’s promising,” Cal sneers. He cuts off Andre when he begins to protest, when he begins to weaponize his denial. “Every other straight dude on this planet wouldn’t let another dude near them with their wiener. But not Mr. Proud-Straight-Guy-Andre-Kriegman.”

“Then you’re gay, too! You’re gay for even saying that!”

Cal gently bumps the barrel of the pistol against Andre’s frontal bone, so the older teen’s abruptly reminded about the situation he’s stuck in.

Maybe he should offer Calvin head to prevent him from pulling the trigger.

Even though he knows Cal would never.

Not unless he really wanted him to.

Andre swiftly shoved those thoughts out of his head.

“Wanna bet?” Calvin speaks up suddenly. “Like, uh, if you suck me off and you get hard, then you’re gay— but if you don’t, you’re not.” He doesn’t budge with his equipped firearm, however.

Andre exhales sharply and scoffs, but he doesn’t back out. He’s no chicken, after all. “Alright.”

He refuses to tell Cal that his pants are tight from being held at gunpoint alone.