#once again another anime my partner has attached me to

[terrorfullcatomizer]

[eddies-ashtray]

Okay but: Eddie and fem!reader. Maybe they’re lab partners or friends or something, and Eddie has had a crush on reader FOREVER, so long that he’s just about given up on it being reciprocated. Like “I’ve come to terms with it, I’ll just pine from afar forever.” But one day reader just flat out says she likes him, or like “are you ever going to ask me out or????” and he is just absolutely floored.

Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you like what I came up with!

(Content: Lots of oblivious Eddie, a splash of oblivious reader, childhood bullying, pining Eddie, vague references to biology shit I know nothing about (sincerely, a humanities major), & a completely unnecessary backstory).

WC: 2.2k

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Eddie hadn’t always lived in Hawkins, Indiana with uncle Wayne. For his first few years, he lived with his mother and father in the city of Indianapolis. Then, when his mother passed away when Eddie was seven, and his father could no longer afford to live where they had always lived, they moved back to his fathers hometown of Hawkins. 

Eddie knew right away he disliked being the new kid at Hawkins Elementary. He knew no one and no one knew him, but they all knew each other. He felt like a zoo animal; something foreign and strange for the other kids to gawk at from a safe distance, but never someone to approach, never someone to play with at recess. He was ignored and simultaneously singled out and picked on constantly. 

One chilly October morning at first recess when the leaves had just begun to turn, Eddie perched on the swing in the playground, once again alone. As he stared into the damp sand beneath him, the grating sound of a familiar voice shouting took him off guard.

Instinctively, he looked up, small hands clutching the cool chain links of the swing and watched as Andy approached. He felt his stomach drop like it had when his mom took him to the fair and let him ride the kiddie coaster when he was five. 

“Get off the swing, it’s my turn now,” demanded Andy when he stopped in front of Eddie on the swing. 

“But…there are other swings,” Eddie said meekly, pointing to the other three swings to his left, gently swaying in the breeze. 

“Yeah, but you’re on my swing!” Andy argued. 

Eddie felt something else bubbling up inside him, different from the usual humiliation he felt when confronted with Andy or any of the others who saw him as an easy target. Something that quickened his breath and made his fists tighten on the chains.

“It’s not your swing!” Eddie argued back. This was the first time he had ever done so in his weeks at his new school. 

As soon as he’d said it, as soon as he’d let the anger bubble over, he regretted it. Because Andy took two steps forward and before Eddie could even process what was happening, Andy shoved Eddie off the swing. 

He fell into the sand with a thud, a dull ache immediately throbbing on his tailbone. And though he’d had worse injuries and the soft sand helped to break his fall, he still felt hot tears brim in his eyes and his bottom lip wobble as Andy cackled cruelly and took his seat on his swing. 

But before the tears could spill over and cause him further humiliation, a small hand came into view, one outstretched to him where he lay in the sand. The hand was attached to an arm, a body, a face which he had never seen before. This girl was not in his class, though she looked to be about his age.

Eddie didn’t trust the hand, worried this was going to be another cruel joke. So he continued to lay in the sand, unmoving. 

“C’mon, let’s go play over there,” she said, looking back at the play structure with the rusted monkey bars and silver metal slide. 

And because she just seemed like she wanted someone to play with, Eddie decided to trust her. So, he took her hand and she helped him up, both of them grunting with the effort of it.

“I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” The girl said as they walked away from the swings. 

“Eddie,” He sniffled. 

And, so, ever since you had shown him that small kindness, Eddie had been quite enamoured with you. Though you had not become close friends after that day, Eddie remained grateful for what you had done for him. You had shown him that he wasn’t alone and that people could be kind. 

Eventually, he found his people, but you always had a special place in his heart. 

 ***

About a decade later, Eddie finally, miraculously, gets paired with you in biology. After all these years of admiring from afar and (as much as he hates to admit it) pining after you, he finally had an excuse to talk to you, to get to know the very first person in Hawkins to ever show him kindness. 

“Hey, did you want to come over after school so we can finish filling out this worksheet? I know it’s not due until the end of next week, but if we get this done today, we can get to work on the final assignment,” You say, absentmindedly shuffling through weeks of notes and worksheets. 

But Eddie doesn’t hear what you’re saying despite the fact that his eyes are on you. That’s the problem, really. Of course, he loves the sound of your voice, is eager to listen to anything you have to say, thinks he could listen to you talk about all the different shades of white in the colour spectrum or the different types of bricks that there are for hours on end. 

But today, you wore a new lip gloss that made it nearly impossible for Eddie to focus on anything but the shiny pout of your lips. 

Finally, you look up from your assorted papers, your pretty eyes (God, you have such pretty eyes) connecting with his. 

“Eddie? You okay?” 

“Hm? Yeah, yeah. Totally…What were you saying?” He asks, head dipping lower so he can hear you over the din of the busy classroom. 

You lean in slightly, unconsciously, before you repeat yourself, and he can feel your soft breath on his skin. Eddie forces himself to suppress a shiver as goosebumps raise on his forearms. 

Yes, yes, he knows he’s pathetic; nearly sighing in satisfaction at the feeling of your breath on his skin. But inevitably, his feelings for you have only grown stronger since you became lab partners at the start of the term. But he doesn’t want to screw this up. And he has to admit, he feels silly for pining after you all these years, so he doesn’t want to confess his feelings, especially when he can’t be sure that you feel the same. He couldn’t face that all too familiar feeling of humiliation if you rejected him–which, in all honesty, he feels is fairly likely; you’re his polar opposite, you would look ridiculous together. 

So, he’s trying to convince himself he’s okay with just being friends. 

“Yeah, sounds good,” Eddie agrees to your plans. 

He inhales the scent of your strawberry shampoo as you shift away and neatly stack your papers together. 

Clearly, he is not. 

  ***

Somehow, Eddie has the great misfortune (and pleasure) of ending up doing your shared homework in your bedroom. He must be in hell. More to his true feelings though, he must be in heaven. 

He had assumed you would sit down at the kitchen table and get to work, but when Eddie began wandering in the direction of your kitchen, you called out to him.

“Where are you going?” 

“Oh,” Eddie says, turning to see you halfway up the shag carpet stairs. “I just thought we’d be working in the kitchen.” 

“My bedroom is better. C’mon,” You say, turning and continuing your trek up the stairs. And what can he do but follow?

But Eddie can’t imagine what you’d meant when you said your bedroom was ‘better’. Is sitting on your bed, your bare right thigh grazing his denim clad left one, better than sitting on separate chairs in your kitchen? In some ways (in fact, in many ways), this is definitely better. But it is definitely not better for his concentration. Or his sanity.  

“So, this one here,” You say, your shoulders brushing as you lean over his lap to point at the diagram on his worksheet. “Is the superior articular process, and this one is the inferior articular process.”

Eddie might pass out. 

He watches you as you scribble the words onto your worksheet in small print and proceeds to inscribe the same words onto his worksheet in the same place. 

He suffers through the afternoon, surrounded by artifacts of your life, dying to pick up every last trinket on your dresser and request a detailed history of the object, dying to unpin the photographs from your cork board and examine every last square inch of the image. He resists the urge to lean even further into you or to rest his head on your shoulder when he gets bored. He stops himself from staring as you pick out a cassette and begin swaying to the music as it croons from your cassette player. 

After all that suppressing and resisting, you finally conclude, “Alright, I guess we’re done.”

And Eddie swears that despite your chipper tone, your satisfaction with finishing the homework, there’s a hint of something else. Something akin to disappointment. But he couldn’t imagine why. 

He ignores it as he packs up his things, shoves his pens and his doodle-cluttered papers into his backpack. He ignores it as you walk down the stairs together. He ignores it as he laces his boots up. He ignores it as you open the door for him. And he ignores it as he says goodbye to you and walks out your front door. 

He only gets halfway down your driveway before he stops in his tracks at the sound of your voice. 

“Oh, for God’s sake, Eddie!” You shout. You don’t quite sound angry, more fondly exasperated than anything. 

This, he cannot ignore.

He spins around on his heels.

You’re strolling down your driveway towards him with determination.

You’re stopping in front of him, looking up at him, hands on your hips like you're about to admonish him for tracking mud in the house. 

He blinks. Once. Twice. Still not getting it as you stand in front of him in your frilly white socks without shoes. 

“Were you ever going to ask me?” You wonder genuinely, eyes searching his for answers he isn’t giving you. 

“Ask you what?” Eddie replies, genuinely perplexed. 

A soft smile creeps onto your face, like a reassuring realization is coming to you. 

“You really don’t know?” You ask softly. 

Eddie shakes his head. You look down at your socks for a moment before meeting his eyes again. 

“I wanted you to ask me out. Y’know…on a date?” You explain, swaying nervously, hands held sweetly behind your back.

Eddie’s lips part gently in shock, all his synapses firing at once. He cannot comprehend that his childhood crush–this girl who he’s been absolutely smitten with since he was seven–has just confirmed that she feels about him the same way he feels about her. 

“Eddie? You alright?” You ask, reaching out to place your hand on his bicep. He hadn’t known he needed steadying until your hand met his skin. 

With that touch, a sudden surge of confidence rises within him. 

His dimples pop into his cheeks as he grins. It’s not self-satisfied or cocky. How could it be? He never would have thought she would want to go out with him. 

His heart pounds against his chest as he says sincerely, “Just give me a time and place and I’ll be there.”

“What?” Now it’s your turn to be oblivious. 

“For our date,” Eddie replies simply, like he isn’t about to pass out asking the prettiest girl he’s ever seen on a date. 

For a moment, your eyes light up and then an embarrassed smile spreads across your face before you bury your face in your hands. Then they slide around to frame your face and you look up at him, clearly embarrassed about your lack of understanding. 

Nonetheless, you reply, “Friday, 7PM? Pick me up here? I don’t really care what we do, I-”

But you don’t complete the sentence. Instead, you glance at your socks again.

“You what?” Eddie wonders, dying to hear what you have to say. 

You meet his gaze again. “I just wanna see you.” 

Butterflies erupt in his belly. But he tries his best to keep his cool, to not squeal like a schoolgirl right now. That, he can save for later when you’re not standing in front of him, eyes shining in the setting sunlight. 

For now, Eddie gasps in faux flattery (though he really is quite flattered) and proceeds to fan himself with his hand, like a demure princess. “Well!” 

“Oh, shut up,” You say, lightly shoving his shoulder. “I had us doing homework in my bed and you still didn’t get it!” 

Eddie laughs softly at your willingness to tease him back and his face flushes at the reminder of his obliviousness. 

“In my defence, that’s pretty damn subtle,” Eddie quips and you roll your eyes fondly. 

“Just pick me up on Friday, you idiot!” You shout as you begin making your way back towards your house. 

“See you Friday,” Eddie confirms, shouldering his backpack as he watches you walk back inside and he starts slowly walking backwards down your driveway. He’s still watching before you shut the door, nearly in disbelief that any of this actually just happened, that you’re even real. 

You wave as he reaches the end of your driveway. He waves back. 

Eddie starts planning your date on his walk home and by the time he gets back to the trailer, he knows exactly what you’re going to do this Friday. 

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[prettypei]

hi i'm here to request again! may i have another drabble with gojo, choso, yuta, kashimo and kamo! could you please write about how he accidentally discovers that gender neutral s/o is a good singer and used to be in an award-winning school choir? thank you!!

some context: s/o doesn't like to brag or even care enough to behave like that, so he isn't aware of the fact that s/o is an all-rounder and has many hidden skills and talents! (it's all thanks to their hardworking, passionate nature but also having countless hobbies due to their curious personality)

oh i just remembered... regarding the previous request, gege once said that gojo is canonically good at everything so he doesn't want to be too involved or attached to things. i think it's safe to say that he's actually good at cooking hahaha

plot: them with reader who's good at singing; fluff

reader: gn! Reader

characters: gojo, choso, yuta, kashimo, kamo

warnings: kashi’s is a bit angsty at first

a/n: HI ANON!! Your requests are so cute to write yayaya! Fun fact: I was in the school choir in elementary! also I want to believe that gojo is vulnerable in some aspects of his character so he doesn't get too cocky LOL but I'll keep that in mind so I can write more accurate reqs :3 also for those who want to request in the future: this is the last post I'll accept with five characters since this was submitted before I changed my rules!!

✰GOJO

Normally, Gojo doesn’t press his ear to others doors, but normally, Gojo doesn’t hear a lot of amazing singers singing live. Gojo was at your apartment, and he wanted to give you a fright since he was supposed to leave 15 minutes ago, but now, he’s entranced by your voice. At first, he was shocked by your amazing voice, because, could someone really be that perfect? Attractive and a good voice? He just won in life! "Baby?" Gojo coos while knocking on the door. There's a reluctant pause before you open the door. "Gojo? Aren't you supposed to be gone?" You try to hide your bashful face with the brush in your hand. "Not the point, where did you learn to sing like that babe?" He smiles. "Well... I used to be in xxx choir.." Gojo's eyes widen in surprise as he feigns a dramatic gasp. "You mean... like the one who won the national competition?" "Yeah that's the one." You answer nonchalantly, as if it wasn't such a big deal. Gojo then wraps his long arms around you, mumbling about how "my baby's so talented" and "I have such an amazing partner". "Stop that, weirdo." You giggle while burying your face in his chest. "What else are you hiding from me?" Gojo's eyes twinkle as he says those words.

✰CHOSO

Choso should not have came here. You had reassured him that "It's fine! Go out with your family once in a while babe" but in reality, he preferred to spend some time with you. But when he brought this up to you, you said that you had something busy tonight. Busy? What did you have to do today? Animal Shelter? No, that was on Thursday mornings. Coffee Shop? No, that was on weekdays. Cheating? Choso feels guilty for even thinking about the idea of you cheating on him, but you had just disappeared so mysteriously that he didn't even have the chance to question you. So now, he's at a bar with his brother. "Choso! Have you tried the food here? It's delicious." Itadori grins while holding up a can of coke. "...no, not yet." Choso mumbles halfheartedly. "mic check, mic check!" The whole club goes silent as the manger steps up on the stage. "Hello! Welcome to xxx club! Can I hear a big round of applause from the audience?" The crowd around him erupts in cheers and Choso covers his ears. "Welcome, all! So today, xxx club has prepared a lovely guest that has been in high demand since the start of the year! Lets welcome... (name) from xxx choir!" Choso swears that his mouth fell to the ground as you waltzed onstage with a microphone. What? You're a singer? He's still in disbelief...and he loses it when you start singing. Choso had never head such beautiful singing in his life before... okay maybe it might be the fact that you're his s/o but still! The crowd erupts in cheers as you take a bow. In that moment, Your eyes meets Choso's and you give his an almost secret wink. Choso's whole face is red as he tries to hide his face with his hands. You and him were definitely gonna have a little talk tonight.

✰YUUTA

"I hate escape rooms..." You mumble while clutching onto yuuta's arm. "You were the one who suggested this for date night, remember?" Yuuta chuckled. “Shut up… and wipe that smirk off your face!” You hiss. “I’ll go find clues in this room and you go look for ones in another room, Kay?” Yuuta suggests. The bth of you split up, and you find a key. You rush to find your boyfriend, but… “BOO!” “AHHHHHH!” Yuuta falls to the ground, belly-laughing as he just gave you a heart-attack. “WHAT THE HELL?” You shriek. “You’re so-!” “I know, I know.” Yuuta smirks before grabbing the key from you. “Let’s head to the next room, shall we?” The both of you unlock the door as Yuuta starts flipping through the cabinets. “(name), I think-(name)?” He turns his head, confused to see no one. All of a sudden, he hears a creepy singing behind the door he came from. Its high and weird, like a little girl speaking, which does definitely not sound like your voice. Although the singing is good, he’s too creeped out to appreciate it, so he takes a chair in self-defense and opens the door, surprised to see you. “(name)?? B-but y-your voice-“ “I have many talents yuuta.” He shudders as you speak in that voice again. “Where did you learn how to sing like that though?” You shrug mysteriously. “Let’s head to the next room, shall we?” You tease before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Damn, he loves you.

✰KASHIMO

Kashimo doesn’t doubt you. He really, really doesn’t but when you had signed up for the national singing competition rather than the city one first, he asked you to think twice before going onstage, the biggest performance of your life happening in 5 minutes. “Kashi I’m gonna be fine!” You reassure him. “(name), I mean this in the nicest way possible, don’t go.” It was then when he knew he struck a nerve. “Kashi, can’t you just support me for once?” You mumble. “I just…” he grits his teeth as he musters out the words. “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. I’ve done the same thing before… rushing into battle before I’m prepared… and I paid the price. I don’t.. wanna see it happen to you.” You eyes soften instantly as you press a kiss on his cheek. “Kashi, I’ve trained for a long time… plus you’ll be here for me right?” You grin. “(name)? You’re on.” A staff member pushes you onto the stage and all Kashimo can do is pray that you won’t get hurt. But as soon as you start singing, Kashimo knows, he knows that his worrying was for nothing. You sing like a bird flapping its long and delicate wings, spinning and spiriting into the wind, as if it was really where you belonged to. He watches in amazement as you channel your voice to the highest note, the whole crowd screaming as you do. And as the judges clap and the audience cheers, a certain someone pushes the guards away and engulfs you in a tight hug, to show you how much you meant to him.

✰KAMO

“Kamo! I bought your favorite…!” It’s pretty funny seeing your once stoic boyfriend be reduced to a sniveling mess, but you can’t help but feel pity for him. “Babe *sniffs* s’ okay, I can do it myself-“ “Say ahhhhhh…” you tease as you serve a spoon into his mouth, airplane style, earning a blush from him. “Shut up…” He hissed. “I’ll go cook some more chicken soup, Kay? Gimmie a sec.” You left his side to serve another bowl, and that’s when Kamo heard the most beautiful melody of his life. It was bittersweet and kind, a smooth mixture of love and…home. When had he ever felt at home before? Probably only with his mom or you. Sure, his eyesight was blurry and he has a raging fever, but he’s pretty sure that that wonderful melody is coming from you. “(name)?” He whispers when you come back. “Hmmm?” You sigh as you feed him another spoon. “Can you sing that melody you were humming again? It was…nice.” You nod as you start humming along to the tune, head bobbing up and down. Perhaps being sick wasn’t so bad after all.

[least-carpet]

timeskip zhancheng questions I am currently tormented by

Purging my zhancheng thoughts on tumblr because I refuse to start another WIP. You can't get me, zhancheng timeskip thoughts!!

Lan Wangji:

If zhancheng happens during the timeskip, do Lan Wangji's ideas about Jiang Cheng change in proximity to Jiang Cheng?

If so, how do those changes affect him? (Maturity, political awareness, etc.?)

If not, what does that illustrate about him? (Cruelty, desire to hold a grudge, etc.) How do his conceptions of punishment and his dislike or contempt for Jiang Cheng interact with his canonical sexual sadism (value-neutral) in this relationship?

Does any of this affect how Lan Wangji sees himself, his own sexuality, etc. outside of the (slightly safer) container of "great passion for the singular love of my life?"

Can he recognize the ways in which Wei Wuxian harmed Jiang Cheng? (The lying and resulting distance, leaving the sect, killing his brother-in-law, etc. are definitely harmful to Jiang Cheng, among other people, regardless of Wei Wuxian's intentions.) If so, how does that affect how he understands both of them? If not, what does the resistance to seeing and understanding that tell us about him?

Jiang Cheng:

In this scenario, does Jiang Cheng recognize that he has created a situation that mirrors his treatment from his father and makes explicit the dynamic of his parents' marriage (by choosing a partner that is in love with an idealized dead past love, he's chosen a partner who will devalue him the way his father devalued his mother, but explicitly or aggressively rather than passively through avoidance). DOES HE DOES HE DOES H—

I think this is another Jiang Cheng self-harms through sex headcanon for me. Like it's also a bid for connection (I simply do not see canon era Jiang Cheng as particularly good at no-strings-attached sex) but not a healthy one; he has too much grief, self-hatred, and blame. In some ways, maybe banging someone who is openly contemptuous of him is a relief? He can externalize those impulses a bit? This at least starts off as projection4projection with Wei Wuxian's ghost firmly between them in an extremely emotionally rancid threesome.

Also if Jiang Cheng immediately gets dumped for Wei Wuxian upon resurrection, it makes him worse. Literally THEE abandonment trigger. You think he had divorced vibes before? Don't even know what this would look like. Obviously he's still holding it down for Jin Ling but at what cost. On the other hand, if they work something out, in which he is valued as highly as Wei Wuxian, in which he is irreplaceable... big catharsis, so tasty... HIGH RISK HIGH REWARD...

IMO this would have to be a zhanchengxian ending for a good ending because I think it would also fuck Wei Wuxian up to find out that he'd once again inadvertently replaced Jiang Cheng in someone's affections. Childhood wounds for everyone! I also want Wei Wuxian to come out of this... not more damaged than he already is...

Zhancheng, zhanchengxian, or zhancheng-adjacent timeskip fics that have contributed to my brainworms under the cut. Please check the actual tags/warnings on the fics themselves because I'm not being, uh, comprehensive about it.

Delight in Misery by @robininthelabyrinth (not rated, zhancheng are banging platonically and are essentially life partners, eventual actually romantic wangxian is planned I think, tasty to me because zhancheng get to be happy together during the timeskip and also because of a really fun canon divergence... they have kids to raise and animals around them... they aren't so lonely!)

venom by @alessandriana (M, zhancheng, past one-sided chengxian and wangxian, delightful proxyfucking, involuntary intimacy, and Fraught Life-Saving)

Tempered by theraputic_dose (E, zhanchengxian, post-canon with some tasty timeskip stuff, great balance of making Jiang Cheng Suffer His Feelings without softening his temper or his tongue too much)

don't want no other shade of blue but you by sofkoo (M, chengxian, zhancheng, endgame zhanchengxian, omegaverse, Wei Wuxian has an incest kink and an impulse control problem, Lan Wangji is violently introduced to nuance, and Jiang Cheng accidentally like 6 whole children)

Lost by NotActuallyaSpider (M, zhancheng, chengxian, zhanchengxian, Lan Wangji is a—somewhat OOC, it must be said—cad!!, and he eats so much crow about it, if this were SGA the lemon chicken rating would be OFF THE CHARTS, goes so hard on the Jiang Cheng Abandoned Wife Angst Vortex, for real)

all the time in the world (& i'll spend it loving you) by @asideoftrashplease (E, chengxian, zhancheng, zhanchengxian, a rather more light-hearted palate-cleanser, post-canon but with some timeskip stuff)

[alaskashigh]

may I humbly ask thee for fluffy and angsty CaliYork hc’s? :)

*stares at you with my autistic eyes 👁️👁️*

*not forcing*

*gasp* me? you’re asking me? the caliyork god? /j

of course you can have angsty and fluffy Caliyork hc’s!! (all of them, if i had the time 😔😔). also a lot (majority) of these headcanons are inspired by/from my friend @ghost-jamie’s headcanons bc they are so great and amazing and caliyork is literally the number one thing we talk about-

sorry if some of these suck. my main focus has been on ny/nj/ca for the past few months so, yknow

also ima open up my asks bc im bored and want to get my tumblr account alive again! send me headcanons/wttt related stuff please!

Caliyork fluff

They have the best cuddles. Since New York is always cold and California is always hot their cuddles are great. New York likes to press his chest against California’s back (the hottest area for Cal is his back) when he’s the big spoon and vice versa for Cal.

California loves to make cool things he finds for New York. New York has an entire collection of origami and other artistic things Cal’s made for him.

Their favorite things to do is to curl up with each other and do their own little things. Whether that be Cal reading a book and New York listening to music, it doesn’t matter. They just love being near one another.

California can be a really good cook when he’s in the mood. Before he and New York got together he was in a big slump, always pushing himself too hard and stressed, so he relied heavily on microwavable meals and junk food. New York coming into his life really helped get him back onto his feet. New York loves his food whenever he cooks and will cook with him sometimes.

The power couple in meetings. Don’t fuck with one of them if you don’t want the other to jump you. Neither of them are scared to fight.

Can be heard laughing in each others rooms late at night or during the day. Those two are always doing something together and relaxing in one of their rooms.

New York likes to bring Cal to his rats/pigeons just to see his happy and excited face. He finds it adorable at how happy he gets playing with the animals.

angst bit is cut off just incase. tw for drinking, arguing, and fighting mentions. if i need to add anymore tw’s let me know!!

Caliyork angst

California has bad attachment issues and a fear of abandonment. He’s always scared that New York is gonna leave him once he realizes that he isn’t worth it or that he’s with him out of pity. New York makes sure to assure him that no, he isn’t gonna leave him and that he does love him very much.

New York has come home on multiple occasions drunk as hell and bloodied after a fight. It scares the hell out of California each time. They’ve gotten into a few arguments over it and NY’s promised to step away from drinking. He’s healing slowly.

New York worries that California’s gonna leave him as soon as he realizes that New York is a shitty partner. California lets him know that he’s the best boyfriend Cal could ever ask for and that no matter what he isn’t leaving.

They’ve said some hurtful things to each other during rare fights multiple times and have almost broken up over it. It usually ended up with the two taking breaks for a bit before starting up couples therapy to the others relief. Things are getting better and they are learning how to communicate better.

New York has a bit of a jealousy problem. He’ll latch onto California and attack your ass if he deems you as overstepping boundaries. California’s the same way but he’s a bit more relaxed about it since he knows New York well and trusts him. It’s caused a bit of a problem on multiple occasions so they are working on fixing it.

[cephaloheath]

I'm gonna level with ya here:

Is RWBY a perfect series? No, not really. Some of the writing choices could be a little better (Why does everyone get a backstory except for Jaune?), and sometimes the pacing can be a bit weird (V9 was AMAZING, but it felt like it was jumping from one place to another, especially towards the end). It has some issues—I admit that.

But do I think RWBY is a bad series? Oh, ABSOLUTELY not.

I genuinely feel that the good of RWBY outweighs the bad by a METRIC ton. It's gorgeously animated, has an absolutely STELLAR soundtrack, the story is spectacular (despite some hiccups here and there), the characters are amazing, and all in all, it's been an absolute HELL of a ride. I've been following the series since 2016, and I do not regret the time I've spent watching it at ALL. No other series has made me feel as emotionally attached to its world and characters as RWBY has. It has been the absolute best emotional rollercoaster ride of my life, and I wouldn't trade it away for the world. RWBY is, and always will be, my favorite series of all time.

And it truly DEVASTATES me that it may never get the conclusion it deserves.

I admire Kerry's determination to see this story get finished, but I won't deny that hope is not looking very bright. It truly breaks my heart to see this series in the state that it is. While it isn't flawless, it does NOT deserve to have all of this baggage attached to it. I sincerely hope from the bottom of my heart that Kerry and Miles find a new partner that is eager to work with them and finish the story they've written for us. These two have bent over backwards to bring us this series, and I can't thank them enough. And I especially can't thank the late Monty enough for bringing this series to life in the first place.

Thank you to EVERYONE in CRWBY. You gave me something that I truly love and adore. You gave me something that is irreplaceable to me. Wherever you guys end up next, I wish you the best of luck, and I thank you once again for creating this incredible series.

And a big FUCK YOU to David Zaslav and Warner Bros for potentially killing this passionate series, and for having the GALL to shut these people down without even bothering to inform them first. GO TO HELL.

[lobcorp-ruina-husbandry]

Hello. I have very big problems. Please, help.

And now to the situation itself. A series of completely random sequence of events (taken from the box into good hands, a small unfortunate argali, found a neglected homeless Ayin, then a bunch of events that I don’t really want to remember (coma and the events that led to it)) now I have several variations in my possession Ayin, (blond, old Ayin, ayin who looks extremely killed, X Ayin, one stray Kim Dokja, and one strange Ayin with black eyes and strange attitudes towards mirrors. And of course my very first Ayin) Argalia, and a recently found Dante ( had to fend him off from the wild Limbs. Or not… I hope they were wild. Otherwise, they were specially set on him…)

In short, it's a complete nightmare. All of them are in poor condition, all on the verge… Everything is bad. And my first Ayin no longer wants to spend time with me basking in the sun… But there is good news. Dante's resettlement to my monochrome company is going well. The odd black-eyed Ayin takes a strange interest in him, but they generally get along well (and don't talk about relationship with X. They are partners in crime and best friends. At least something good)

And finally the worst. I recently saw a wild Faust. She looks at me through the glass.She look how i wrighing this. I'm scared. Please tell me how can I help my beloved Ayins, Argalia (who has become fucking psychotic) Dante, and how to save myself from this Faust. SOS

You got yourself into quite the situation there, anon.

First off, for some classifications. I believe that the black-eyed 'Ayin' who is obsessed with mirrors is actually a Yi Sang- it is quite easy to mistake Yi Sangs for Ayins and they have similar care, but their responses and personalities are completely different. For more on the care of Yi Sangs and Dantes, I'd recommend one of the Limbi blogs, such as @limbushusbandry. Steer clear of @/limbusexperiments, though, I'd even recommend blocking them. I'm unsure on your other 'Ayins' but I believe some of the others also might not be Ayins. You didn't give me enough information to make that claim, however.

Your Argalia likely has either imprinted on another animal or lost who they imprinted on. If the latter sounds likely, I'd recommend immediately taking the Argalia to the vet to make sure it's nothing else. If it is this specific type of attachment trauma, however, there is medications to attempt and soothe the anxieties and heightened aggression of the Argalia. Unfortunately though, Argalias tend to have very weak mental states after experiencing that type of trauma, and will likely not reclaim their old personality. Just be gentle.

As for the Faust, all I can think of is to call Animal Control, let them know of the situation, pick the god of your religion(or if you're atheist, the Wings), and pray. If you want to keep your moon- so is the term for an assortment of Lobcorps, Ruinas, and Limbi- extra safe, I'd recommend keeping them in pet carriers until the Faust is taken care of. Once again, a Limbus blog might have more information on what the Faust is doing. Good luck, that's all.

[doctorguilty]

Baddddd bad bad bad very sad

My head hurts, the pressure makes me feel like it's being squeezed and crushed by rubber bands ... from sinus inflammation and dehydration and not eating probably isn't helping

I feel like I want to cry again but I'm trying to stop myself so I won't make the pain even worse

This is only, what, a week into dst? Not even winter yet.. Seasonal affective disorder is going in for the kill this year I guess. I don't know what im going to do because I'm so tired, physically and mentally and just tired of my life, there's no fight in me left. And no one will or can help me. I'm my family's least favorite and so i get the least help, doctors won't take my health seriously, my partner needs more time, possibly more than a year, before moving in with me with me somewhere. I can't afford to live on my own. I barely have energy to keep collecting scraps of money to show as income so I can continue getting food assistance.

I had a spark of hope for a while but it feels like it was a mistake to let myself have it. How much longer can I lie to myself and say "one more year until it gets better"? I mean, I can't. That illusion is broken. So what can I tell myself? It truly feels like there's nothing. Things keep getting worse. I tried so hard, I really did. I'm exhausted. Truly utterly exhausted.

Unless anyone out there (just like, the world not @-ing Tumblr dot com) has a spare 20 grand or something they'd just hand to me to live off for "one more year" (and then some) and detox from my miserable quality of life, surviving it barely even sounds appealing knowing that my physical and mental health I'll be another year WORSE than where it is now. And even then. There's not guarantee it ends there :''') its an estimate, an "if I'm lucky" estimate and it's not even considerably lucky to be in this position.

I genuinely don't know how I'm gonna keep living like everything is fine and normal while I continue losing steam to make money, make art, care for myself (I'm already down to roughly 2 showers a week and at best 1 real meal a day because I'm so tired), to keep filling out paperwork begging for assistance (I think I'm already overdue for my food stamp update), and watching other people in my family just be handed endless help while I'm patronized with "have you considered painting Christmas ornaments for a living" and interrogated about the validity of my disabilities (which I always fail to prove good enough)

Almost everyone around me is happier than me. Almost everyone else's life is on track and I'm at best simply left behind, and at worst I was someone they stepped on to get what they needed before tossing me to the side.

My life is not only painful and exhausting but humiliating. I don't feel like a person. I don't feel important. I feel like if i did die out of the blue, nobody would say they regret helping me more like people usually say, they'd just talk about how I should have done xyz better and it's my own fault (not a s*icide threat just being hypothetical like literally if i died for any random reason)

Most of everything that's happened in my life, I feel, has validated my chronic sense of worthlessness. Everyone says I'm not but prove it. Someone prove it. Someone put me first. Sacrifice something for me (and not complain what a burden I am on them!). For once. If I wasn't worthless, well, I'd be worth it, without strings attached.

It won't happen. It never happens. I have to dance like a fucking circus animal for people and then beg on my knees I'm entertaining enough to keep alive so I can do it over and over again

[madcontainer]

Mods Asleep, Post Words

Trying to get some Asura-related thoughts in order. This is, of course, rife with spoilers, which should be evident from the character being discussed.

Firstly: I have only ever watched Soul Eater fan-subbed, so I am not sure if the dialogue I draw my conclusions from is even close to official translations, or original intentions.

We don’t get to explore Asura very deeply in the anime, and while I am aware of certain manga plot points, I have not read it in its entirety, so this is a lot of conjecture. With that out of the way, here are some disjointed thoughts.

I’m interested in Lord Death’s/the translator’s specific choice of words here. “Simple and cowardly,” as in the repeated strategic choice to retreat is not complex and he is made predictable because of that. Additionally, “simple,” as in lacking intelligence/perceived as mentally deficient in some way.

I’m not sure whether to interpret Lord Death saying that Asura has always been that way as a straightforward insult, or as a legitimate identification of Asura’s behaviour made into an insult.

Additionally, in the first fight with Lord Death after Asura’s resurrection, there is another line that I took note of.

The line “you’re smarter than I thought” is said after Asura flies just outside of Lord Death’s range. I’m not sure if Lord Death insulting his intelligence is just meant to be cruel (since he does call Arachne a “pig bitch whore” at one point, in the memory that is preserved in the explosion), or if it has any bearing on how Lord Death actually perceives him.

We know that Asura initially fought alongside Lord Death (with his weapon partner Vajra, who I have not forgotten), so I doubt that he was ever incompetent, despite his constant paranoia. He is also a fragment of Lord Death and our other reference for how those fragments manifest is Death the Kid - who is definitely neurotic (to an exaggerated degree), but a competent meister and not to mention a legitimate (if unfledged) deity.

This is a side note, but during the battle in episode 48, about slightly past 7 minutes in, Death the Kid yells in concern for his father, and Asura is shown glancing over and taking note before Lord Death starts unleashing attacks again. Later, he gives Lord Death a piece of “advice” before blasting his way out of the Death Room with Vajra’s laser - that relying on all those rules would be fatal. I thought that was a neat touch.

The manga’s additional context could make that hurt all the more. Death the Kid’s clear attachment to and concern for their shared progenitor and Lord Death’s willingness to jump in front of the shot to protect him (and Azusa, while Excalibur needs no rescue) at the cost of his own ‘life’ sure is something.

Asura made a wise choice in exploiting Lord Death’s weakness, though I wonder if he felt anything about his own relationship with Lord Death while doing so. To put it flippantly, sucks to not be the favourite.

-

Asura is quite rigid and particular. He also disagrees with there being “rules” one has to follow. I don’t necessarily believe this is a contradiction.

I think it is interesting that Asura points out Lord Death’s more child-friendly mask and patterns of speech twice - once when he is freshly resurrected, and again during the battle in the Death Room.

Additionally, in episode 51, he says the following:

“And then there is nothing weird nor funny.” This translation is clearly slightly “off,” but I have also seen it subtitled as “there is nothing strange or unexpected.” I have no screenshots of this, however.

To me, this reads as having a specific, rigid set of internal principles that he conducts himself by.

It seems like Asura wants things to make sense - he wants to understand them, or he has a very limited ‘window of tolerance.’ It comes up that largely arbitrary societal ‘rules’ are at odds with this, but I highly doubt they’re the entirety of the issue.

Being opposed to the humorous, child-friendly death, sugarcoating things and providing an ‘order’ to an inherently disorganized and chaotic world makes sense. This is beginning to read suspiciously like an “Asura did nothing wrong and was entirely right” post, which I wasn’t intending, but I can’t say I disagree with peeling the thin skin of reality away and exposing what lies underneath.

-

I have speculated a lot about Lord Death in this Asura-focused post, so enough of that.

Throughout all of this, Asura remains outwardly calm and honestly fairly polite. He doesn’t shout or yell aside from when he first resurrected, and later when he had to regrow his arm during the Death Room battle. The paranoia and violence only visibly escalate with provocation.

Asura’s retreat from the city and acceptance of Lady Arachne’s invitation don’t seem particularly cowardly to me. He sits around, catatonic in a temple, and then allows Lady Arachne to pet and fuss over him as she sees fit (not helplessly, of course). 

This instead seems like he has traded one form of containment in the dark for another. He didn’t just bounce back from his imprisonment, ready to drive the entire world to madness. It is stated in episode 25 that his Madness Wavelength is limited by distance, and initially he holes up in an abandoned location.

I don’t say this implying that Asura chose to be imprisoned again, since he clearly has significantly more freedom - even if he chooses to exercise that freedom by emulating the same position he was in previously. It even makes sense that he’d do so, crucially, on his own terms.

800 years is an incomprehensibly long time to remain locked up, and he does not strike me as keen to reintegrate into society. Lady Arachne’s madness amplifier and promised protection is a way to achieve a set of goals beneficial to him, without needing to drastically change anything about the situation he has adjusted to or re-enter the new world that he has been thrust into.

[supernovafeather]

Public Privacy (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Smut, nudity, exhibitionism, hidden recording device, friends to lovers, oral sex (both man to woman and woman to man), slight "there's only one bed" trope, fake couple, fluff, slight angst.

Imaginary location, non-existent characters, spoiler-free, not taking place in any Dune books. Just thirsty thots.

Once again, Leto will have to pretend, as commanded by his duty. In times of need and despite his power, acting is an important part of his life. His celibacy isn't something he is ashamed of. Why would he ? His heart is not taken, that is all. Nowadays people think too much in interest, not in sincerity. And as Duke of Caladan, he has the privilege of having a choice. Many women attempt - everyday - to get his favors. Time got him used to their soft gazes, to their pleasant fragrance, to their delicate touch. They are all fake. Nothing natural.

"Let's admit I find someone who will accept to play this game," Leto mumbles in a tired voice as Gurney keeps staring at him with this stern face, "what would be the point ? The protocol wouldn't be so much different if I go there alone."

"My Duke Lord, please keep in mind they are really sensitive to what attachment means. They are much more... explicit in everything linked to feelings. Being celibate - and showing it - is considered as a vow of egoistical life."

Leto sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. As a busy man he can't waste his time with such stupid things. What was meant to be a diplomatic journey to get new major contracts is turning into an inner debacle.

"Everyone knows I don't share my life with anyone. Wouldn't it be seen as hypocrisy to go to their festival with an unknown lady ?"

"From what I've understood they don't mind this kind of behavior. As long as you don't come unaccompanied, it is something positive. However I don't get their logic fully. And according to our contact, they will be ready to let you show a monogamous relationship even though this is contrary to their vision of things. They acknowledged we are the ones having exotic customs."

How fortunate, thinks Leto sarcastically. Finding one lady who would play the role of his partner in life for a whole week will be tough. One that ideally would be convincing enough in public, and respect his boundaries in private. No way he risks some political disaster due to a lady thinking she has all the rights to spread their words.

"My Lord. What about that spy ?"

The Duke knows exactly who Gurney is talking about. To be fair he already thought of you several times. It would remove a few spines to this tangled mess that is his situation to have you by his side for a whole week. A trusted friend to him, despite long months without seeing each other.

"She is loyal and clever. But am I willing to show my most talented spy to everyone ? It would be like going to a tauromachy, dancing around the bull while showing it the spear that was supposed to kill it. Nothing would prevent that animal to pierce my body with his horns, or to trampling my bloodied corpse during this little danse."

"She is the kind of spy morphing into any situation, my Lord. She may be cheerful. Or shy. Or trembling in fear. Or crying. Loving life or hating it. A warrior, a maid, a diplomat, a janitor. She can be everything."

"Give me one day. I know we are almost out of time. I'll give my decision tomorrow."

The following day, embarrassment fuels his veins as he explains the urgent matter to you. There is no doubt you are a professional, remaining expressionless as he asks you to be his temporary concubine for a fertility festival on another planet. As still as a statue, standing there in your grey dress, hands clasped before you in his chambers. You look like unmovable, deeply rooted to this ground yet relaxed. This invisible strength gave his goosebumps the first time he encountered you so many years ago.

"As you wish my Lord. Please give me more details on this mission."

These are your words. But he didn't plan anything. His main goal is to get rid off this ridiculous predicament and get this new market available to renew his ancestors' planet weaponry.

"We would be in a monogamous relationship." He starts in a stern voice to mask his uneasiness in front of Gurney listening to this unusual briefing. "As you could get exposed by some of their own spies, we would keep you out of reach, maybe a bit in retreat."

"Should I be more of a docile and silent concubine ?"

"In a way. But as it is a festival I expect them to ask you to get involved in one way or another."

You hum pensively.

"I'll need more details. We need to build an artificial relationship. Create some landmarks."

"Landmarks ?"

"Couples always have things in common. Some habits. Routines. And I need your help on these ones. I may play my part, but I can't play yours."

This makes him smirk to hear this answer. You'll never change. Always straight to the point, never hiding your opinion from him. He loves efficiency even if it means getting some cold reminder from you.

The moment his ship lands on the icy planet, Leto sighs as he tightens the layers of clothes around him in anticipation of this polar climate. A week ahead, full of unknown. Was it a good decision, to throw you in the mouth of this monster you've tried to parasite from the inside for months now ?

"Calm down my Lord." You whisper as you come closer to him by his left, your hands behind your back. "I do this all the time. Just be natural."

The man eyes you up and down, quick to notice a few things triggering his anxiety. Military stance. Confident glare. Just a few seconds before stepping to your guests palace amd you are still acting like this. Until confusion erupts on his face as he witmesses this sudden change in you. A soft gaze hiding behind a grey veil to mask your face just in case. Your soft hands gently wrapping his in a loving gesture. Your whole body relaxing.

"Please my Lord, ease your mind. There is nothing to be afraid of." You remind him with a voice wrapped in the softest silk of this galaxy. "Please guide me."

This voice does things to him. Despite knowing well how brutally you are when you twist a knife blade inside your enemies heart, his instinct pushes him to want to protect you. An urge to cup your face under this veil as he whispers bck at you.

"I will guide you till my last breath, my Lady."

You sound satisfied with his performance as your natural chuckle comes out from behind the greyish fabrics, eyes shining mischievously. You are a predator waiting in the shadows for your prey to lower its guard. And after months of playing with them, you are hungry.

The ambiance here is... different. The outside may be a frozen desert only disrupted by white cities built in giant tours between mountains, but the inside are colorful. Much more than on Caladan, so much that the Duke had to blink to get accustomed to the change of brightness. People are much more expressive as well.

"What a wonderful concubine my Duke Lord." Says the Baroness welcoming you, dress in her long yellow dress and her wild smile. "But why hiding her behind this sad veil ? You look sad like this. Unless this is some kind of custom I never heard of ? In this case I am so sorry."

"No no, it is just a part of her clothing." Leto justifies politely with a comprehensive smirk. "Is it something considered as disrespectful here ?"

"We prefer to see people's face clearly. Their smiles as well. Joy is vital here on this harsh planet. But please do not get me wrong."

After this encounter, the Duke and you folloe this Lady. The man sends you side glances several times, watching you carefully, knowing that something is wrong as he witnesses the thin line of your lips where your veil stops. This situation is bothering you. Without saying anything as you keep walking, Leto looks down at your hand sliding on his arm to lock it in a gentle embrace as you walk by people wearing their colored clothes, whispering and smiling to no end.

Then comes the moment you have to uncover your face in this Great Hall, the moment the spy has to reveal her features. Fortunately none of them seems to notice your function. They even sigh in adoration as they clasp their hands together as you finally let a natural smile appear on your lips. However, his anxiety reaches new high when the Baroness takes your hands in hers.

"What a wonderful creature my Lord, really my Lady, you truly are exquisite ! It's a shame you feel obligated to hide your face !"

There is a comical aspect at witnessing such a well-trained and disciplined spy trying to find an opportunity to formulate a few words politely between the Baroness intense monologue. But soon it turns into a speech making him sick. Only compliments, dozens if not hundreds of compliments flooding his ears between her followers' nods and whispers of approval, words rolling naturally yet so artificially. This hypocrisy over truth and sincerity leaves a sour taste in his throat. "The Sincere Companionship" as it is called here is just the proof that words lost their meaning. They may be as polite and welcoming as they wish with you, it sounds fake. Those words are repeated so many times to everyone and anyone that they are meaningless, as well as their synonyms.

They can't be trusted. To them, admiration, respect and comprehension are empty. They are just tools. Even between them. They don't leave any weight on their heart. No emotion.

"I need a break." Leto sighs as you are left alone in your bedroom at night. "I'm not used to people talking so much."

Before he can add anything else, he tenses up at the pair of arms embracing his form from the front. He doesn't question it, after all he trusts you more than anyone else in the world, and he mirrors your gesture with a raised eyebrow. You truly are beautiful with this charmed smile, he has to admit it. No wonder why you got so successful at infiltrating some powerful Houses as well as brothels.

"My dear Lord. You know how shy I can be. May I ask you to leave me for a few minutes ? Just the time I get accustomed to our room."

Questions flood his mind as he notices this slightly insisting gaze staring deep into his soul. It is a command. You are still on guard and soon he understands your suspicion as he nods and kisses your forehead.

"As you wish my Lady. I will be back soon."

He could get accustomed to this pleased smile and to the way you caress his bearded cheek with the back of your fingers. After such a long celibacy, playing this role pinches his heart. At least it boosts his ego. He should strengthen his acting in public. For now your couple appears like a timid one, not used to the way it is in the city so there is no reason to fear their reaction. But from tomorrow, you will need to be more demonstrative.

He let you more time alone, fifteen minutes approximately. And as you welcome him with this fake loving behavior, hands rubbing his chest up and down, he knows this week will be really long.

"A mic behind the bed. One above the closet." You whisper at his ear like you would while telling some dirty secrets to a forbidden lover. "Possibly a camera next to the window. I didn't check for mics under the desk. I suspect a camera directed to the shower in on the mirror left side."

His inner voice swears in a deeply displeased mumble as he kisses your soft lips. No secrecy. For a week. Him who loves being and feeling alone...

Luckily enough he doesn't have a reason to feel embarrassed with nudity. He even takes his time under the shower, appreciating the hot shower rolling down his muscles tired after this long journey. Someone is certainly watching him right now. Now that he thinks about it he would have noticed the presence of this bar next to the ceiling, but the absence of this curtain it is supposed to hold to hide the shower.

Still warm from his shower, he walks around the room, a towel wrapped around his hips before atopping by the window, watching the outside world reduced to a whitish mist dressing the polar land. It is beautiful at night with the few lights in the ground to guide the ships flying over this city.

"Are you avoiding me my beloved Lord Duke ?"

Maybe it is your taunting voice causing this twitch betwen his legs. But there is nothing to be expected from this night so he turns around, ready to talk back to you playfully like the caring concubine he is expected to be. But he didn't know you were as comfortable with your own nudity that he was with his own. The only thing possible for him is to watch your bare back and asscheeks as you take your time to put your silk nightgown on, facing the place you suspect a camera to be. You are having fun. You are having fun with this whole situation, showing your body to people you don't know. It does things to him.

"I am not avoiding you. Just taking some time for myself." He answers as you walk towards him with that same respectful smile you worked on to keep under any circumstances. "Enjoying the view as well."

"I do hope you are enjoying it. We only have a week. It would be such a shame not to watch."

Was this one directed to him ? To the spies ? To both ? He is going to get paranoid after these few days.

The first night is quiet. He got to get used to feeling someone in his arms again. No words exchanged. Just this feeling of being observed as you sleep peacefully against him. The day is boring and a new headache harasses him. Everyone is loud and wearing colorful clothes, high-pitched laughs erupting from time to time. Your couple got more expressive. Especially you, as the perfect little concubine taking care of her tired husband. He got taken aback when you started to massage his temples and scalp during a conversation with the Baroness in her office. But she hummed approvingly, her sharp eyes never leaving your peaceful face. Apparently this was not considered as abnormal here. And he likes it a lot.

The second night is... confusing. Leto swallows hard as he stares at the ceiling, lying on his mattress. After so many years he feels this need coming back. A libido rush coming back out of nowhere as you talk to him in a low voice. The three pale blueish moons are the only things illuminating your chamber.

"Leto, are you feeling good ?" You ask worriedly.

He nods, the lump in his throat too painful to say anything out loud. His heartbeat gets stronger as you come closer in this bed, you palm pressing against his forehead.

"Are you feeling ill ?"

"A bit feverish." He admits.

Under the blanket, he spreads his hips a bit to leave some room for his hardness trapped in his underpants. For a man ruling over a planet, he does have difficulties to breath properly. It's like years of self-taught discipline are getting wiped off by his animalistic instincts. If only he could isolate himself in the bathroom to take care of it. But ehat eould they think of a Duke fleeing his concubine to masturbate like a teenage boy hiding a shameful secret ?

Then the moment he crosses your anxious gaze he feels this warmth spreading to his heart too. Then it goes back to the bottom of his body as he notices your nipples perked due to the room freshness under your other nightgown. He is eager to taste them. Even more when you press against his side, whispering in your natural voice.

"Leto. This is an actual question. Would you be ready to... you know to show them ?"

There is no mistake in your intentions and he gladly tosses the blanket to the side of the bed with a few kicks of his foot under your surprised gaze. The Duke smiles as you eye his needy length up and down.

"All yours my sweet. You know it."

He forgot how good it felt to have someone wrapping his cock so tightly in such warmth. Even a bed creaking under his movements got lost in some part of his mind. Pleasured moans are a treat he regrets not having the opportunity to hear sooner. It drives him crazy as he takes you from behind, both of you kneeled on this mattress, his arms around you with one hand grabbing your breast bouncing. He can feel you clenching hard as you let this moan turning into a shaky scream, your front body fully exposed to the hidden camera. And you are the one who turned herself face to it. Knowingly. On purpose. He may be feeling dirty for not controlling his pulsions, but you, you are something else.

The third day, it is obvious that yes, the high ranked officials know. He feels protective of you as he notices the eyes longing on your silhouette now hidden under your long dress. He wraps an arm around you, keeping you close. Sometimes he feels a smirk erupting on his own lips as the Baroness herself eyes him up and down, her long and thin cigarette trapped between her teeth. A few hours later, he hopes she appreciated the way he ate you out once back in your chambers.

The fourth day ? He is even more into this game as you come back from another dinner. It's late. You drank some strong wine. You chuckle. Before he knows what is happening he gets pushed against the wall next to the door, his favorite person in this galaxy sending him this hot gaze he starts to get addicted to.

"Please stop being so hot my Lord Duke, I can't focus properly on what I have to do." You chuckle as you rub his crotch through his ceremonial pants getting too narrow for him already. "For an Atreides you sure are an impatient man."

"Stop saying such nonsense my sweet." He warns with a deadly glare he knows arouses you more than anything else. "We may be concubines but you owe respect to your Lord."

His belt falls to the ground, and his pants slide to his ankles as this time you take a sad expression.

"I'm sorry my Duke Lord." You say almost sobbing to the point he feels a bit guilty. "Please let me present you all the respect I have for you. All loyal servant shall kneel, not taunt."

You kneel respectfully in front of your ruler, and he realizes that he also forgot how good a mouth wrapping his cock feels. Despite his confused brain, he senses that eager action of yours. This urge to please him as you suck on his sensitive skin. The two times he tries to make you stop to fuck you on this bed you don't let him do it. You keep sucking and sucking, soon having him weakened as you look up at him with this sorry gaze. You look like apologizing genuinely to him for your taunting behavior and he can't hold back any longer.

The fifth day ? He wakes up with this kind of melancholy plaguing his heart and mind. Soon this will all be a part of the past. You are a spy. Him a Duke. The end. It doesn't stop him from smiling to your gentle kiss on his forehead, nor at the way you ask him to take a shower with you. Nothing sexual there, just each other's hands rubbing each other's body. You tried to get him hard again by insisting on his shaft, but unfortunately he had nothing else to give you so soon after what you did to him.

The sixth day begins with your head resting on his belly, eyes fully open and a beautiful smile directed to him.

"It's infuriating to witness such raw beauty and not having the chance to watch it as freely as desired." He confesses sadly as he rubs your cheek.

This sounds genuine, he knows it as your smile falls. But he doesn't care. Even under scrutiny he feels this need to be honest with you. Now is not about military or commercial agreements. It is about you and him. And your answer is silent. A remorseful smile, and a hug lasting for long seconds before you have to leave this room. This time you never leave his side, your arms wrapped around his tightly, his thumb grazing your hands, his eyes falling on you, sometimes a kiss on your temples. Strangely enough, in the heart of the planet's hypocrisy, he feels free. More than on Caladan. He wants you by his side. Here, you are his concubine defying his opponents shamelessly. Out there, you will be his spy and a friend.

At dawn of the last day, he takes his time with you, making sure he is in charge yet as tender as he can be. No boundaries remaining before jumping back into duty. At the end, this journey is a success. He endures the knowing and cheeky words from the Baroness who can't contain some teenager-like behavior for some reason.

"You two are lucky," she says with her hands clasped and shiny eyes, "we see this beautiful couple you are, how cute it is to see such a powerful man respecting his concubine ! You honor your House wonderfully ! You conquered our hearts ! We love to see such a thing !"

As if he needed the opinion of that bitch on his family he thinks sourly. But she is an all-mighty bitch in this part of the galaxy. Just her. Not even her House itsel. Better watch your mouth in her presence. Usually he would have sent a discrete warning to her due to those spying activities, but he can't risk to ruin these juicy agreements finally signed. He understands different cultures. But culture was a poor excuse to test and manipulate him. Amd the rest, the worst part ? It was espionage. Nothing else.

"Leto ?"

His name whispered so softly back in the ship gets his attention in thr rmpty hallway. Behind your grey veil, you look as unreachable as the first day. He got too used at your body in fill display to him. And to others but he prefers not too think about it.

"Yes ? What is it ?"

No word. Just an embrace tightening as he mirrors your gesture.

"I wanted to thank you for trusting me so much for this long." You say breathlessly. "I didn't think we would go this far."

"As you say." He sighs before letting you go, his eyebrows furrowing as he lifts your veil to cup your face. "Don't be sad."

"But I am sad Leto." You admit breathlessly, hurt eyes filling up with tears. "I felt something out there. And I'm certain you did too."

"I did. But after all...why should be the end ?"

Such a surprised face from you could have made him laugh in other circumstances.

"Leto... what are you implying ?"

"I am implying that... this was unexpected, but genuine and powerful. Never I would have thought that something like this would have happened to me at my age." He admits with a chuckle.

"You're not that old and me neither."

Relief floods his veins as he lets you kiss him softly, the slight pressure lightening his mood enough to make him smile as you stare at him questioningly.

"You are a talented woman. I would have never noticed their equipment without you. Now we know who they are and what they are capable of, even against powerful Houses."

You keep staring at him. You don't care much about what he just said. You are used to his compliments on your job after all.

"Leto. Just... whatever happens afterwards, just keep in mind that I fell in love with you this week. And I don't know what to do. I only insist on letting you know. I owe you honesty and loyalty."

This time he is the one kissing. Gently as he keeps you close to him.

"I fell in love too. Not with the spy."

"And not with the Duke."

Just like that your bond gets officialized, at least between each other. A desert hallway permitting intimacy is a much better place than an overcrowded and hostile palace spying on anyone's words and actions.

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𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗡𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗔

ღ todoroki touya

╰┈➤ ɴʏᴄᴛᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ

001  | 002

hc#01

"being betrothed to you is not so bad and i thought you felt the same but then why did you leave me behind?”

𝗗𝗖

ღ  bartholomew “bart” allen ii

╰┈➤ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

“it’s only a tuesday...”

ღ damian wayne

╰┈➤ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɢɪʀʟ  *ੈ✩‧₊˚

(on hold)

adventure of wonder woman’s daughter growing with robin.

╰┈➤ ʙᴀꜱᴏʀᴇxɪᴀ

(on hold)

instances whereby wondergirl and robin indulges in some kisses.

╰┈➤ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ

request

injustice au: wondergirl meets robin from another world.

╰┈➤ ʙᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ

batman thinks robin needs a partner to complement him.

╰┈➤ ꜱᴏ ɪꜱᴛ ᴇꜱ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀ

tw: suicide

twin au: there are some secrets which even twins don’t share.

╰┈➤ ᴍɪɴɪ ᴛʀɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ

harry potter au: headcanon of robin, superboy and wondergirl in hogwarts.

ღ harold “hal” jordan

╰┈➤ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ

dad au: green lantern has a little girl who is rather attached to him.

╰┈➤ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ

tw: charcater death

“you have responsibilities which take you away from me but when i need you most, where are you?”

ღ jason peter todd

╰┈➤ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʀᴇɴ

“you’re pretty cool too not as cool as me, even after the lazarus pit situation.”

╰┈➤ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇ

meeting barry’s daughter and the evolving relationship between said speedster and the red hood.

╰┈➤ ᴘɪɴᴋ

“i’m the bad guy but you’re convincing me to join you and your family on the good side though it can be argued if your methods are all that good.”

ღ richard “dick” john grayson

╰┈➤ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɢɪʀʟ

“superman physically gave mea home but you made me understand what home means.”

ღ timothy jackson drake

╰┈➤ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ

dc x marvel au: “our parents may be rival but i think we can work something beyond that.”

╰┈➤ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɢɪʀʟ

“your team hates me but why are you so nice to me?”

╰┈➤ ʜᴇᴅᴇʀᴀ

“i am born from poison ivy so of course i will be evil.”

ღ wallace “wally” rudolph west

╰┈➤ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ

“green lantern is my dad and your mentor is flash... so, how are we going about this?”

╰┈➤ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇꜱꜱ

you’re a man of science and i’m a woman of magic but we make it work.

╰┈➤ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ

zombie au: “let me hold you for awhile.”

𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗞𝗬𝗨𝗨

ღ akaashi keiji

╰┈➤ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

you try to show your support to the Fukurodani Volleyball Club. However, you find the present to be imperfect so your tries boyfriend to help you.

ღ bokuto koutaro

╰┈➤ ᴍʏ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ

bokuto gets dejected easily but with a few words and affection from you, he will be back to being your sunshine once again.

ღ iwaizumi hajime

╰┈➤ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ��ɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ

010 | 011 | 012

“you’re my older brother’s best friend and i had never felt anything towards you until puberty hits and wow.”

╰┈➤ ᴀ ʟɪʟ’ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇʀʀʏ ꜰʟᴀᴠᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ  ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

005  | 006  | 007 (on hold...)

“chaos ensued after we adopted two little babies.”

ღ kawanishi taichi

╰┈➤ ᴀɴᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴀ

tw: bullying

a person that you used to hate can still be a person that you hate yet at the same time the person you fall for.

ღ kozume kenma

╰┈➤ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ

walking to school with your boyfriend in the winter can provide so much bliss.

ღ kuroo tetsurou

╰┈➤ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ

snuggling with the Nekoma Captain is much needed after a long, tiring week.

ღ miya atsumu

╰┈➤ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ꜱᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

smau

profiles | 001 

“you’re my little brother’s competition in the court but you’re cute, just not cute enough to be called my fav setter.”

ღ nishinoya yuu

╰┈➤ ɪɴ ꜱɪᴄᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

nishinoya does not care if you are sick or healthy to show you his love for you.

ღ oikawa tooru

╰┈➤ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ  ɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

you wonder where you stand in his life when his attention is divided into so many things.

╰┈➤  ꜱᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ

there are ways to help your boyfriend in a sport he loves and in doing so, you’re showing him how much you are supporting his passion.

ღ sawamura daichi

╰┈➤ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱɴᴇʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

daichi decides to join you in doing the chores, or more like the Disney karaoke you’re having.

ღ semi eita

╰┈➤ ᴀɢᴏɢ

supporting Semi at his Volleyball match

ღ shirabu kenjirou

╰┈➤ ᴇʀꜱᴛᴡʜɪʟᴇ

bumping into each other at a grocery store.

ღ sugawara koushi

╰┈➤ ʀᴀɪɴʏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ

karaoke session with your boyfriend because you are stuck at home watching movies.

ღ tendou satori

╰┈➤ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ

valentine’s Day was supposed to be a romantic day but your date has other plans, literally.

ღ tsukkishima kei

╰┈➤ ᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

you can show your love for him in numerous ways and so can he.

ღ general

╰┈➤ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴍᴘꜱ

brofest submission

why aoba johsai should never be invited to training camps.

𝗝𝗨𝗝𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡

ღ getou suguru

ღ kamo noritoshi

𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗡𝗢 𝗬𝗔𝗜𝗕𝗔

ღ rengoku kyoujuro

╰┈➤ ꜱᴀᴏʀꜱᴀ

(coming soon)

modern demon pet au: “your brother knocked on my door and hey, you don’t have to beg me for forgiveness, please come in, it’s storming outside and suddenly your one night stay becomes forever.”

ღ shinazugawa sanemi

╰┈➤ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ ɢᴀʟᴇ

001  | 002 (on hold...)

modern high school au: “we’re forced into doing a school project but you’ve been unapproachable so maybe i stalked you so stop pissing me off when it’s your fault to begin with.”

╰┈➤ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀʏ

profiles #1 |  profiles # 2 |  001  | 002  |  003 (coming soon)

social media au & college au: “you’re my annoying neighbour but your roommates somehow convinces us to room his girlfriends and now i’m seeing you more than i want to.”

╰┈➤“ɴᴏʙʟᴇ” ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ

(coming soon on 26/8/22)

“you may be the wind pillar but i’m the thunder pillar and will kick your sorry ass so you can get me food after that and i’ll call it a date so i can see your cute blush again.”

╰┈➤ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

(coming soon on 31/8/22)

reincarnation au: “why the hell are you being so pissy just because i can’t remember your beautiful shitty face and what do you mean i broke my promise.”

╰┈➤ ᴛᴀɴɢᴇɴᴛ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ

(coming soon)

kimetsu academy au: “i’m the new literature teacher and you’re the feared math teacher and i felt compelled to speak to you so my homeroom students stop fearing for their lives.”

╰┈➤ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ

(coming soon)

modern demon pet au: “i’ve adopted and spoiled your brother so much that when he told me about you, i found you in that fighting ring but you not wanting to leave is starting to piss me off.”

ღ general

𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗘𝗖𝗘

ღ eustass kidd

ღ portgas d ace

𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗞𝗜 𝗡𝗢 𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗝𝗜𝗡

ღ eren jaeger

╰┈➤ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ

001  | 002  | 003

"you have given me hope and a reason to live and i’m so thankful. if the world is against you, i am against the world.”

╰┈➤ ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀxɪᴀ

modern au: “a cute dancing partner makes dancing a whole lot enjoyable”

╰┈➤ ꜰʀᴏɴᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ

“i hope we can spend all our time relaxing under the tree together.”

𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦

ღ akabane karma; ansatsu kyoushitsu

╰┈➤ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀɴ

reincarnation au: what is the point of soulmates if you’re not meant to love each other in every universe.

ღ akashi seijurou

╰┈➤ ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ

prologue

"i think you should take a bachelor’s party to vegas and it’s totally not because my best friend - and one of your best man - wants to and can’t afford it.”

╰┈➤ ᴇᴛɪᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ

"heavy is the shoulder that carries the akashi name but i hope my presence will help you.”

ღ kirishima ayato; tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ ꜱᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴜᴍ

power does not mean the means to protect.

ღ lim jaebeom; got7

╰┈➤ believe

001  | 002  |  003   |  004   |  005   |  006

"i like you and you like me but we’re both in the industry where everything is blown out of proportion”

ღ yato; noragami

╰┈➤ ɪᴍᴍᴜᴛᴀʙʟᴇ

what is a god of war if they can’t protect their loved one?

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Meet Cute (GN!Reader/Mothman)

Pairing: GenderNeutral!Reader/Male!Mothman

Genre: Cryptids

Warnings: Car accidents, descriptions of bruisings and pain

Word Count: 2564 words

Summary: After an incident, You find yourself in the care of a rather strange savior.

Request: Hey, long time fan, but I could never think of anything to request! I was wondering if cryptids were considered monsters here? Would you be willing to write a meet-cute with Mothman? Maybe something along the lines of them saving the reader from a disaster and sparks fly, and boy, if that's not a pun: like a moth to a flame. Mothman can be man or gender neutral, and I'd like the reader to be gender neutral! But everything is to your discretion! Have fun~! And thank you~!

He doesn’t usually do this.

As he cradles your neck, feeling the microfibers of human hair at the base of your skull and your thrumming heartbeat, it feels as if you could shatter apart in his talons. Your pupils flutter behind your eyelids, the pain of the collison definitely affecting you, even in your near-unconscious state. He sets you down on the scraps of thrown away jackets and ratty down-comforters, paying extra attention to your head and side, where splotches of purple and yellow already bloom up your ribcage. You easily fall into the warmth of the pile, snuggling into the fabric.

He sighs, anxiety decreasing as your body relaxes. Having already checked you, he thinks you should last a night before needing to go to a human hospital, just to double-check. He perches by you, tuning the ancient radio to a subtle night-time station, and waits.

Your chest flutters rhythmically, peacefully. Your features seem to shine in the firelight, catching the shadows and giving the appearance of a Baroque painting. So serene for someone just hit by a car.

He sighs.

He just hopes you won’t freak out.

-------

You wake up in a jerk, immediately filled with regret as your right side screams in pain. You clench your teeth, hand immediately checking your ribs as the memories of last night come flooding back.

You had been walking back home after a night out with your friends. You weren’t drunk, barely even tipsy, but had decided to walk the short path to your tiny house anyway. It was quick, just a 5 minute jaunt by the side of the highway and away from the bar. Just enough time for some asshole to swerve off the side of the road, send you flying, and take off without a care for the deer they assumed they just killed.

It takes a little while longer for you to process that you are definitely not in a hospital right now; Not even in your own house, or any house for that matter. A dying fire crackles nearby, the rising sun beams peaking through makeshift curtains attached to a structure of branches. You sit in a small pallet of fabric, right next to a collection of newspapers and old cctvs.

It’s ramshackle, sure, but well-loved. It doesn’t look like a permanent residence, but is lived-in nonetheless.

“Are you feeling alright?”

A calm tenor breaks the silence, causing you to shoot your eyes away from your surroundings and to focus on the person across from you.

Well, person probably isn’t the right word.

His eyes, even in the morning light, flash with red. They’re huge, set deeply into his face with very indistinguishable features. His neck is nestled into a large amount of fluff, reminiscent of winter scarf, that extends back into his large wings, which are tucked behind him. The antennas that flicker on top of his head are distinctly insect-like, but his long, muscular body and hands are more mammalian. Not human, but more similar to an animal. His hands are long and near-spindly, each finger ended with a long claw.

All these features should come together into an uncanny-valley, terror-inducing nightmare. But there’s something about his voice, the way he sits, so cautious yet concerned, that says the contrary.

“U-Uh...I think so.” You shift your body, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through your ribs and you wince. “I’ve felt better, though.” You tentatively lean down and touch your side, trying to check for a fracture without hurting yourself even more.

The creature stands up, wings still closed and kept to his back, and walks over to you.

“Would you mind if I checked your injuries? I have some experience with collisions such as yours.”

After a second, you nod. He steps closer to you, still moving at a micro-speed, and his hands slowly begin to wander up your side. You suck in a breath, but are more afraid of the potential pain than him. His slow, southern drawl reminds you of old movies and your grandpa, radiating comfort with almost every word. Plus, whatever he was, he had shown you more compassion than the human asshole who had hit you last night, so you felt a little more relaxed having him this close.

Nevertheless, he treats you gingerly, fingers just grazing your bruised side. You wince as his index finger finds a particularly dark bruise, and the creature quickly pulls back.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it just-fuck that hurt.”

The creature nods but doesn’t move to touch you again.

“Does it hurt when you breathe deeply?”

You shake your head. You had been taking calming breaths to assuage the anxiety of waking up in what might be a monster’s den.

The monster hums, a light chittering sound, like several wind chimes all at once. He reaches over to a small, nearly-rotted, medicine bag in the corner and pulls out an ancient-looking jar of pain cream. He gingerly slides it towards you. “You may try this, it might relieve the pain for a while. Although you should probably see a human doctor to see if you’ve sustained any serious damage to your ribcage.”

You uncork the cream and tentatively dab a bit on your fingers, looking up with a  shaky smile to your savior.

“Uh, t-thank you. For everything-”

Growl

Your hand jerks to your stomach, face going flush as you accidentally brush against your swollen side. The creature perks up.

“I believe I have some human food. Would you like some?”

Sucking in a quick breath, trying to hide the tiny pain and your embarrassment, you nod.

The creature stands up, fumbling with the remains of a kitchen cabinet. From his hunched posture, you’d guess this tiny shelter isn’t big enough for his full height. With his long fingers, he reaches and flicks on the radio. The sounds of a local station’s jingle filters through the air as he grabs a can of beans from a shelf.

You slowly begin to rub in the medication to your side, occasionally looking up at your savior as he flutters around his den. Despite his extended limbs and large body, every movement is very similar to that of a human’s; He moves around the make-shift kitchen like a doting partner, a thought which brings a small blush to your face.

The illusion is shattered when he tears the top of the can clean off, cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. As he turns to rekindle the fire and start your breakfast, you quickly look back to your wound, trying to hide your curiosity.

The creature lazily stirs your breakfast as a song begins playing on the radio. The strumming bass is perfect for the morning haze, the low drawl of the singer rhythmic and relaxing. You notice the creature bobbing his head, humming along to the tune. His voice sounds slightly distorted, squeaking like the crackle of tv static. You find you quite like it.

The silence returns, filled only by the radio and the crackling fire. The creature's disposition is amicable, but you're still not sure how to initiate small talk.

“Um, thank you, again. For everything. You really saved my ass.”

The creature gestures with their hand as if to say “No problem.”

“I saw that man hit you with that car and take off. As you were hidden from the road, I thought it best I intervene.” The creature pulls off the now-cooked beans and grabs a spoon, handing the can to you. You take it eagerly, another rumble growling from your stomach. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, foregoing all table manners to scarf down the breakfast.

“If I am being honest, I don’t typically interact with humans in such a….direct manner.”

“Ah, I guess that,” You eyes do another survey of his gangly, inhuman appearance, “makes sense.”

The creature nods, grabbing an apple before sitting across the fire from you. You can tell he is tense, probably waiting with baited breath for you to come to your senses and scream. There is a small part of you that wants too, desperately, but you silence it with a large mouthful of beans. The apple is tossed back and forth between the creatures hands, his eyes locked on the fire. The curiosity of how he eats things sneaks its way into your thought process. “Do you have a name?”

The creature perks, pausing it’s movements and looking at you with its large, red eyes.

“.....I’ve heard humans call me Mothman. I think it is quite accurate.”

You nod, swallowing down another bite of beans. “Do you...like that name?”

The creature doesn’t respond, eyes still piercing into your heart. His face has a small micro-expression, but you’re not sure you can read it. “Because my brother always said first impressions are the perfect time to reinvent yourself, so I could call you something else if you wanted?”

The creature's eyes flicker, in a movement you think is slight shock, before his eyes roll back to the fire. The small light of the fire flatters the dark black of his fur (You think it’s fur?) and only accentuate his large eyes, flashing and reflecting like rubies. In his relaxed position, he sort of looks….handsome.

“You may call me Mothman. Thank you for asking.”

You nod, letting the strumming banjo of a new song on the radio fill the void. The bouncy beat has you unconsciously bobbing your head as you scoop a spoonful.

“I love this song.” You mutter, lamenting how you're almost out of food to stuff your mouth with.

Mothman hums in agreement. “Me as well, this station is my favorite.”

Given your empty bean can, you take the leap into a conversation.

“Do you have a favorite kind of music genre?”

Mothman fiddles with the stem of his apple, brow (if it can even be called that) furrowing.

“I guess I never thought of what my favorite would be. I mostly listen to whatever the radio plays, enjoyable or not. Though,” Mothman points his thumb to the radio, “I love the sound this instrument makes, though I am unsure what it is called. It’s almost like….”

Mothman’s voice begins to make a squeaking trill, one extremely similar to that of plucked strings, although much sharper and shorter.

“Oh, you mean the banjo? Uh, the one that goes like-” You try your best to imitate the chords of the banjo, unconsciously moving your fingers to imitate playing. It’s not nearly as musical as Mothmans’, but his eyes widen and he nods excitedly.

“Yes! Yes, that sound is very pleasant. I’d say any music with that in it is my favorite.”

“Ah, country, that’s a really popular one around here. Have you ever heard ‘Goodbye Earl’ by The Chicks?”

Mothman shakes his head. Your face drops in surprise.

“Oh, it’s so good, it’s about-” As you lean over to give a long spiel about the song, another bolt of pain shoots up your side, forcing you to bite your cheek so as to not cry out. You keel over your legs, clutching your rib cage.

Right, car accident.

In a second, Mothman is next to you, tentatively laying a hand on your shoulder. His fingertips just barely brush your skin, yet you can still feel a slight fuzziness, the same that covers his whole body.

“You might want to see a human doctor, soon.” You suck in through your teeth, slowly adjusting yourself back upwards. “Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a smart idea.

“I can take you as far as the end of the highway, if you’d like to call a friend or a cab.”

You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. Mothman’s other hand slowly moves to your other hip, only applying a modicum of pressure.

“May I help you stand up?” He almost-whispers, a hot breath of air blowing across the side of your neck as he speaks. A shiver runs down your spine as his large fingers play gently against your skin, covering a good portion of your pelvis. You’re thankful you can explain away any blush with the pain. You nod once more.

The two of you stand up gingerly, Mothman almost extending to his full height and brushing the blanket-ceiling with his antennae. You take a couple of small steps, the pain in your side taking the occasional moment to sting you.

Your eyes squint as you exit the encampment, sun already fully risen and in your face.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, let me know.”

You turn your head towards Mothman, but before you can ask any questions he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and extends his wings in one motion. From the corner of your eyes you can see dark red patterns that swirl on them, invisible until caught by the sunlight. Your hands instinctively lace around his neck, fingers tucking into the soft fluff of his neck. Mothman gives you a quick nod and what you think is an assuring smile

Without a word, you two take off.

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You two fly low to the ground, Mothman expertly maneuvering through the trees and underbrush as he glides along the highway. You’re sure if you were to drive by, he’d look like a flickering shadow in the woods, nothing more.

He sets you down by the edge of town, just out of sight of the semi-busy main street. You basically collapse to your feet, heart pounding with adrenaline and mind wracked with “Holy fuck, I just flew with the goddamn Mothman.”

“This is where I must depart. Do you think you can find suitable transportation to the hospital from here?”

You nod, still trying to wrestle your vocabulary from ‘What the fuck, Holy shit, Oh my god.’

Mothman gives you another smile and comforting nod, patting you on the shoulder.

“Very good. Good luck on your travels. Oh, and try not to be hit by any cars, alright?”

With a playful glare from you, Mothman begins to unfurl his wings and ready himself to fly back into the woods, buut before he can-

“Wait! Uh….” Mothman halts, wings still wide open. Your mouth and mind stagger, not even sure what you wanted to say. “I have some old country cassettes back at my place. If I found my mom’s old WalkMan I could….show them to you? Some time, maybe? Give you a chance to be your own radio DJ?”

Mothman’s face remains relatively neutral, but the way his antennae unfurl and his wings slightly perk upwards betrays his interest. It’s extremely adorable, like a little kid who hears the word ‘ice cream.’

“Yes, I think I would love that.”

“A-Awesome.” You breath out, not realizing how long you had held it in. “Same place, maybe next Saturday? Though hopefully I won’t be thrown in there by a car this time.”

Mothman lets out a series of squeaks, which you assume is his laugh. He gives you a thumbs up. “Cool, it’s a date.”

With the last word, you walk away, still hobbling with your probably-fractured rib, a large smile on your face.

As Mothman flies away, the cold wind of a West Virginia morning blowing across his body, he can’t deny the certain warmth that radiates from his chest.

I have a date.

[redgalaxyarts]

Cat Fucker - Shinso/Reader

Synopsis: You get hit with a mutation quirk while chasing a villain and while you're waiting to transform back to normal, Shinso finds you. (MxF reader)

Warnings: Language, violence, fluff, smut, masturbation, quirk use, choking, gagging, spanking, pet play, pet names, deg/praise, breeding kink, very slight dubcon if you squint

The reader has a fireball quirk, your hero name is Cherrybomb.

(Y/H/C = your hair color)

The chill of the cold night air hits your sweaty face and palms creating a slight tinge of pain from the contrast between the temperature of the night and your body. You have been running away from the robbery in progress after the police arrived to chase after the villain who caused it. Your calves burn and your feet feel like glass from how long you've been running and chasing after him. You dip, dodge, and jump over all the obstacles in your way and as he threw something behind him, you just barely ducked enough for it to only graze your palms as you tossed it out of the way, a little scrape left in the wake.

"Will you fucking stop already?!" You scream out to the villain dressed in an all-black outfit with a purple short cape swirled with various patterns that seem reminiscent of various animal footprints on it.

"You seem too slow hero, might need some help with that!" The guy yells back before slapping a random shape on the back of his cape and using his fist to throw an orb of light at you but you quickly sidestep out of the way just in time.

Taking the chance after he stumbled from throwing it at you, you open your palm wide and fire three balls of fire at the villain in front of you. They all land perfectly into his side and he doubles over and falls over his own two feet while running. He skids along the pavement and takes out a lamppost in the process but he ultimately comes to a stop and lays still while breathing shallow breaths.

"Hah, I, hah I got you, villain." You say panting and out of breath. "Damn I need to work on my stamina." You say mostly to yourself.

You bend down and flip the villain over onto his back before grabbing a tight pair of handcuffs from your utility belt and quickly clasping his wrists with them and hiking him onto his two feet.

"Cherrybomb did you apprehend the suspect?" Your partner Shinso asks you over your earpeice.

You reach your free hand up and tap the button before replying.

"Yeah just now. Head back to the office and I'll meet you there after I call a cruiser to take him to the station."

"Heard, stay safe."

You confirm with Shinso and tighten your grip on the suspect before notifying the police of your new location and wait for them to arrive.

Only a few minutes pass before the cruisers show up and they grab the villain from your arms, and right as you're about to pull away, the suspect breaks free from one of the officers grasp and walks darts towards you and grabs your wrist in an attempt to attack you while you were distracted talking to civilians. You turn around to attack him back but the officer already managed to grab him before another brawl could start and slapped him with another pair of cuffs. Unbeknownst to any of you, he was able to slap a paw print on the back of his cape and touch you with it when he grabbed your wrist. The villain gets shoved headfirst into the back of the quirk and armor-proof van before the doors shut loudly and they drive away.

"Cherrybomb! Cherrybomb yet another excellent takedown of a villain and you stopped the bank robbery with no casualties, how did you do it?" A reporter asks while the cameraman points the camera towards you and you confidently reply how you normally always do.

"Meow!"

You freeze in confusion, the reporter freezes in confusion, and so does the crowd that has gathered around you all.

"I'm sorry, meow?"

You go to speak again but before you can, you feel a tingle in your hands and you look down to see that your fingertips are slowly morphing into sharp feline-like claws.

You roll your eyes and mutter a "fuck" out loud but to everyone else it just sounds like another meow. Before you could be bombarded with more questions, you take off running down the road and into the secret alleyway you knew one on would find you at. You had found this alleyway months ago after you had gotten beat up pretty bad in a brawl with the LOV and managed to stay secluded all night until you told Shinso your coordinates to find you.

When you duck under the torn hole in the chainlink fence to get to the hiding spot, you brace yourself up against the back of the brick building and look down at your hands to see they've morphed into paws as well as your feet. When you look back up at the brick, you also notice you've gotten incredibly smaller than you remember. It wasn't until you turn around and see a big fluffy tail attached to your butt that you realize what that villain's quirk was; Beastmorph. He turned you into a cat.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." You say to yourself in your head. You try and find a way to break out of your transformation by running headfirst into the brick wall but all you get out of it is a nasty headache, you can't seem to break out of it by force. You shake your head and droop your ears at the pain and lick your paw and rub your ear to ease the pain.

You saunter around the damp alleyway and see your reflection in a puddle next to a garbage bin and stare into it. You see a slight scar from where you headbutted yourself and notice your very fluffy y/h/c fur blowing in the slight breeze and getting damp from the rain that started to roll in overhead. Staring into your feline eyes in the puddle, you don't even notice the hulking figure walk up behind you and scoop you up. You yelp at the sudden loss of connection of concrete on your paws but feel relaxed in the strong arms of however picked you up, even more so when you feel two soft fingertips rub behind your ears.

"Hey, kitty kitty what are you doing out here?" You look up and instantly recognize the purple hair of who grabbed you.

If a cat could look surprised, you were surely embodying it.

"Where the hell is y/n, she's not at the office and she's not here. God, I hope she's alright."

The rain starts to fall harder and you yelp at the sudden feeling of your soaked fur. You accidentally sink your claws into Shinso's arm while hiking your butt up to try and shake off the wetness and you hear him slightly gasp at the pain.

"Hey hey, kitty it's okay. Come on let me take you home and get out of this rain."

Before you can try and jump out of his arms, he grips you tightly and covers you under his cape while taking off his mask and doing his best to walk under awnings to keep you both from getting even wetter.

You recognize all the turns and roads Shinso takes to get back to his house as you've been there multiple times. It doesn't take him very long to make it back and when he enters his house he shuts the door behind him and places you on his comfy couch. You drop with a slight bounce before he sets his things down on the counter and locks the door behind him.

"Make yourself at home kitty, I'll keep you here tonight and figure out what to do with you tomorrow."

He leans over the back of the couch and starts petting your head and back, and while it feels awkward, it also brings on a strange warmth that you haven't felt before. You smile the best a cat can and you feel your tail swish back and forth. Shinso chuckles before scratching a certain place on your lower back, right above your tail, and your eyes practically bulge out of your head at the extremely weird pleasure it brings on. You are torn between trying to move away or enduring the weird feeling, and it wasn't until you feel a rumble in your chest that you realize you're purring so you decide to hold out and enjoy the scratches.

"Good kitty."

His words strike a chord in your head and you roll your eyes and shiver from the unknown feeling inside of you. Shinso smiles once more before stopping and turns into the kitchen and grabbing a bowl from a cabinet.

You whine at the loss of contact and hop up on the back of the couch and stare at him while cocking your ears behind your head and staring at him.

"Sorry girl, I don't have any cat food but I'll pick some up tomorrow after work."

He says to you as he places a glass bowl of water down on the floor next to a wall. You hop off the couch and walk down next to it, as much as you highly don't want to drink from a bowl like some animal, you are pretty parched from the earlier fight so you lap it up while you can. When you finish slurping it up, you look up and see that Shinso has disappeared and you go to look around his house for him before you see his bedroom door open. You strut over into it and your eyes go wide at the sight in front of you.

His shirt is off of his body and he's walking around in just his boxers as he takes his dirty uniform and tosses it into the laundry basket. His slight muscle definition makes your mouth water when he turns around and you catch a good look at his back. This is the first time you've seen Shinso completely shirtless within the few years of working at the agency together, which is surprising considering the countless amount of times you two have had to patch each other up, he's even seen you completely shirtless besides your breasts as you've always covered them. You walk further into the room and he turns around and you see an array of patchwork tattoos scattering along his arms and a few on his chest. A few of these you've seen before, but you also notice many new ones which make your mouth water even more that your tongue lulls out the side of it.

You are quickly blushed when you see that he's about to pull his boxers down, and with the fear of perversion coming over you, you quickly pounce out of the room and back onto the couch. You shake the thoughts from your head until you hear Shinso's voice speaking to you from two places at once; your head and the adjacent room.

"Y/n, where in the fuck are you. You weren't at the office or your alleyway. Are you alive?" He asks you over the earpiece, which is weirdly enough still attached to you in your cat form. You go to speak but remember how it came out as a meow last time, but you are surprised by the actual words from your mouth.

"Yes I'm okay, I had a uhm, accident and I'm waiting for it to subside." You speak in your actual voice from underneath the couch where you moved to in fear that Shinso would hear or find you.

"What? What accident?"

"A mishap with the villain's quirk I think. I'll be okay I'm just waiting for it to disappear. "

"I-okay then. I'll see you at work tomorrow." He says more of a question than a statement.

"If I'm better by then, sure."

"Okay, goodnight y/n."

"Night Toshi."

You get out from under the couch and trample into his bedroom after checking if the coast is clear first. You see that the en suite bathroom is in use by him when you hear the shower start and him grumbling as he steps inside. You leap onto his bed and stare at yourself into the mirror attached to his side wall that faces the bed. You stare into your eyes and notice that your pupils are no longer stretched like a cat's eyes are and that they've reverted back to your normal eye color and shape. With your voice back and your eyes reverting back your normal body should return by tomorrow. Oh shit, your normal body will return tomorrow. How can you leave without Shinso catching you?

You're caught off guard when you hear the bathroom door open and steam billowing out of it and a very stark naked and dripping wet Shinso walk out of it.

"Me-ow" You gulp to yourself out loud when you see him walk over to the bed while wiping his damp hair with the tan towel around his broad shoulders. You can't help but trace his body down and notice the purple patch of hair above his pelvis and the happy trail connected to it, it fits perfectly against the shallow v-line under his hips.

You feel a shiver ripple through your body and your tail swish back and forth slowly while you take in the sight of the juicy man in front of you. You don't even hop off the bed when he sits down on it next to you and begins petting you. A very loud purr erupts from you and you nudge your head against his hands before he pulls away and scoots you a little bit away so he can get under the comforter.

He turns on his side and flicks off the bedroom light before huffing and puffing while rolling back over onto his back. He slides his fingers through his hair and tugs on it slightly before sliding his hands down his face and dropping them on top of the blanket. He turns back over to you and smiles as he pets your head.

"I hope y/n is okay kitty. You'd like her if you met her, she's beautiful and sweet to every animal she meets. She has one hell of a mouth on her to just about everyone else though." Shinso chuckles to himself at the last thought and you can't help but feel taken off guard at the unknown compliment he gave you. "What I wouldn't do to just make her shut up sometimes."

You quietly gulp to yourself when you feel him tense up while he's petting you before he stops entirely and sits up in his bed and scoots you off of it and towards the door but never shutting it. He whispers something that you don't quite hear before walking back towards his bed and sitting up against the headboard.

You can't help your curiosity as you tip-toe your toe beans into his room and tilt your head around the edge of his dresser and catch sight of what he was doing.

He groans as he rests his head back against the headboard with his eyes shut and his one hand tracing his nipples while the other strokes his cock to get it hard while quietly muttering your name. He's sitting above the comforter and you feel impressed at the endowment of him, you'd never think he'd be that big. You lick your lip and accidentally catch your tongue on your fang before shaking your head and walking closer to the bed to hear and see him better, your morals are entirely out of the window as you don't care how wrong it is to watch your coworker touch himself to the thought of you.

"Fuck." He moans out as he takes his thumb and spreads his precum around his cock while rubbing his nipple with his thumb. He pumps himself while squeezing the base of his cock and you see him shiver at the feeling with taking his free hand and dropping it onto the comforter and gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white.

"Y/n, just like that, fuck." He says shutting his eyes tightly while envisioning you riding his cock all nice and tight.

You've somehow found your way into his closet and are staring at him through the doorframe of it. Also at this point, you haven't noticed that your hands and feet have reverted back to normal, along with everything else about you. Well, besides the fact that you still have your tail and cat ears. You still don't realize it when you take your hand and touch yourself along with him and rolling your eyes backward when you feel your fingers rub your clit in pace with his pumps.

Moving your hand in time with Shinso's, you stick your fingers into your wet cunt and you moan out his name at the feeling of it, but you quickly clasp a hand over your mouth and put your back against the closet door hoping he didn't notice.

At the sound of your moan, Shinso shoots his eyes open and his head pops up and he stops touching himself while looking around the room. He quietly turns on the end table light and his eyes squint at something in his bedroom when he sees your bare foot poking out of the side of his closet. He gets up from his bed very quietly and walks over to the door and slaps his hand alongside the doorframe making you scream before slamming the oak door right into his face.

Confusion, arousal, and aggravation fall over Shinso's body at the sight he saw before him. He saw you standing stark naked in his closet, with your fingers deep in your cunt, with a pair of cat ears and a tail matching the cat he took home earlier today. He scans the room and takes in the fact that the cat is nowhere to be seen and he smirks as his knuckles come up to the closet door to lightly rap against the wood.

"Oh y/n?"

Silence, which is hard considering you're still touching yourself while also biting your hand and clamping your eyes shut as you try and hold back your lewd noises.

"I know it's you."

It's no use, you can't help but let your noises and words slip.

"Fuck."

A flip switches inside of your body and you're frozen, waiting for some unseen instructions to guide you. Shinso smirks to himself and you curse at yourself in your head as you forgot about his quirk.

"Open the door and come out."

His husky tone sends shivers down your body as you do exactly what he says. You open the door and see him standing there with his arm above your head resting against the closet doorframe. You step in front of him and his free hand comes up to grip your chin and stare into his eyes and the contact breaks you out of your trance.

"Hi, kitten." He says hungrily.

"H-hi Toshi." You gulp at getting caught and now fully realize you're, mostly, back to normal.

"So this is the mishap? Didn't think to tell me about it?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't even know what happened. The villain must've blindsided me with his quirk and I got turned into a cat."

You don't know why you feel like you have to explain yourself to him, but you're utterly at his mercy and it isn't at all due to his quirk. You're entirely yourself right now.

"Hm, how unfortunate. It's even more unfortunate about what I'm going to do to you for deceiving me."

You gulp.

"What, uhm, how did I deceive you?"

"You acted like such a good kitten when in reality I know you're nothing but a slut wanting to be fucked by me. Dirty fucking girl."

"Toshi, no I can't, we can't."

That trance is back that you felt before.

"Shut up."

You do.

His hand drops from your chin and he stands confident and tall above you.

"Get your ass on the bed and wait for me."

Your feet mindlessly walk on their own. You squat onto his bed and turn towards him while sitting on your thighs and letting them plump out around you. Your palms rest against your thighs and your tail swishes back and forth while you wait for him.

"Good girl."

You're still locked in the trance but you feel the pool starting to drip from your cunt at his words and actions. You watch as he stalks over to you, like the way a cat does to a mouse, but in this case, you're the ladder in this situation.

You gulp when you feel his fingers trace your bare chest before stopping on your breast and giving one a good squeeze. You moan while getting knocked from your trance and he takes that as an invitation to continue. He releases your breast and immediately grips the back of your neck with force before bending down and kissing you sloppily and passionately at the same time. You moan even more and you feel him smirk into you as his free hand traces down your breasts, flicking your nipple, then trailing it down to your sopping core. You whimper when you feel his finger ghost over your warm folds and then he slides his finger in between them to catch all the juices coming from you.

"Well look at this, my kitten is all nice and wet for me already. I knew you were a slut y/n."

You roll your eyes at the words and it was a big mistake on your part when you feel a slap against your breast and you gasp and look up to the lavender eyes drilling into yours.

"Don't be a fucking brat with me." He dips two fingers between your folds again and as you whimper, he takes that chance to stick them into your mouth and down your throat. "Taste yourself and shut up." His hand grips the back of your neck tighter and bends it back as his two fingers get shoved down your throat and you gag on his fingers. Tears prick your eyes at the feeling and you feel yourself grow wetter and wetter at the force and words he's using on you and you just want more.

He pulls away from you and you both smirk at the long strands of saliva that trail from his fingers and your mouth and he licks it off his own fingers before releasing your neck and pushing you down onto the bed.

"Do you taste good kitten? Spread your legs for me and let your owner taste."

"Ho, fuck Toshi."

You say as he pushes you back and bites your thigh, but he shoots up and tuts at you.

"It's master now."

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he spreads your legs and kisses your folds and you let bliss take you.

"Ye-yes master." You bite on your finger from the pleasure and use your other hand to twist into Shinso's locks. He groans into your pussy when he feels you tug on his hair and as you buck your hips into his mouth, he wraps an arm around your thigh and rests his hand flat against your pelvis, and uses his other hand to rub up and down your chest and squeezes your breasts making you shiver and shake.

His tongue is that of a god, he's eating you out like no other has done before and you don't want him to ever stop. His tongue speaks passion into your core as he twists your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and gives it a sharp tug which makes your chest rise and gasps of pleasure drip from your mouth. You feel him smirk into your pussy and your thighs clamp around his head when he nibbles your clit and he smiles even more with the feeling of it happening.

Within minutes you're seeing stars as he plunges the hand he was using on your breasts into your warm cunt while he uses the hand on your pelvis to rub your clit. He sees you trying to resist the urge to cum and he feels himself grow harder which only causes a mix of pleasure and pain to score through him. He needs contact but he only wants the focus on you, he only wants his precious kitten to feel good tonight.

"Fuck master, can I cum? Can I please cum baby?" You beg him as you knot his hair tighter with both hands now.

"Go ahead kitten, cum on my face for me."

He plunges into you and rubs harder at the same pace and dips his mouth back to your pussy before you release onto his face so much that it drips down his chin. He pumps you a few more times before pulling his fingers out of you and smiling down at you panting and wiping sweat from your brow.

You're caught off guard when his dominant persona is dropped as he bends down and kisses you on the forehead and lips before checking in on you.

"Are you okay baby? Can you keep going or can you stop?" He asks so sweetly and innocently.

You run a hand through his hair softly and swipe your thumb against his lips before bending up and kissing him, tasting a mix of himself and your fresh juices which make you want round 2 even more now.

"Please master, I want you to fuck your little kitten-like no one else has before." You whisper seductively into his ear before nibbling on it and licking his neck and falling back down onto the bed.

"Holy fuck." You managed to catch him off guard this time. He gets back into the persona, now even more eager before gripping your hips so tight you know for a fact you'll bruise, and flipping you over with a hard bounce back on the bed and you gasp when you feel him hike your ass into the air.

"Look at your precious cunt, so beautiful and wet for me." He smacks your ass and you yelp out in pleasure before he scissors inside of you with his fingers, stretching you out and pulling away and to his side drawer.

"No master, let kitten feel you. Please?" You ask him while reaching back to grip his wrist.

"You want me to fill you nice and full with my cum kitten? Dirty fucking girl."

He spits into his hand and pumps himself a couple of times before lining himself up with your hole. He grabs both of your ass cheeks and rubs them gingerly with his thumbs before spreading your lips and entering your pussy slowly, getting you used to him.

"Hah, fuck Toshi- Master, I don't care, oh fuck." You shake out the words as you feel him bottom out inside of you and you don't even fathom how you managed to take him so well. Your toes are already clenching when he pulls out and slides back in just as slow as he did before.

"Fuck yeah kitten, I'm gonna fill you so good and full with my cum. Can't wait to have my fucking child can you?"

His head falls backward as he starts to pick up the pace inside of you and groans loudly when he feels you squeeze around him. The villain's quirk has entirely disappeared by now but neither of you has noticed and neither of you cares from the absolute ecstasy you both are receiving from the other.

His cock is slamming back and forth into you at an incredible pace. For every handful of hard pumps into you, it's followed by a slow and teasing pound that hits your spot perfectly every time. You don't know how long you've been going at this, minutes, hours, doesn't matter, you don't want it to ever stop. Your pussy clenches around his cock like it was perfectly molded to be there. Shinso slaps your ass with so much force it leaves a gorgeous dark handprint afterward. You both moan out a "fuck" from the way it made your pussy jump and Shinso picks up his pace inside of you.

"I-I'm about to cum Toshi, fill me up nicely with your cum baby."

You barely manage to get out as he slams harder into you, hitting your g-spot with precision. He smirks and you hear it in his moans. He slows down slightly before bending down and slowly tracing his hands along your sides, squeezing your breasts, gripping your throat, and bringing you back up with him so that your back is against his chest. This new position has you absolutely in pure bliss. You see your entire life flash before your eyes when he grips your throat tightly and bites the side of your neck while his other hand rests against your hip bone and rubs circles into it.

"You're going to be such a good mother, baby." He bites your neck harder. "You're taking my cock so nice, and I'm about to fill you to the brim with my cum. Can't wait to see your stomach bulge with my kid." With that last sentence, his hand moves from your hip to your stomach and he pushes on it, especially in the place where he feels himself slightly bulge your stomach.

"Fuck, can't wait to be a daddy huh? Fill me the fuck up already." You quip back to him, gathering confidence when you feel his thrusts become sloppier and you know he's about to cum with you.

"Watch your tone." He says into your ear while gripping your throat even tighter, cutting your breath off a little before kissing you on the lips and biting your lip while letting go of your throat to let you breathe.

As soon as he bites into your shoulder, you both moan out at the same time when you each release with one another. Your cum mixes with his as he shoots his seed deep inside your cunt. You feel it pulse inside you and your tongue lolls out at the feeling. Shinso keeps himself inside of you until your cunt takes every last drop and when he's content with how much he filled you, he slowly pulls out and watches the cum drip from you before using his fingers to push it back in.

"Keep it in there while I go get a towel to clean us up."

You whimper out a confirmation and as soon as Shinso steps out, you fall back onto the bed and giggle to yourself at the absolutely insane situation you just had. You'd never imagine that you'd fuck your coworker but here you are. You don't move when Shinso comes back and kisses you on the forehead and lips while he wipes in between your legs and anywhere else you may feel hot or sticky. You grab him before he moves away and you bring his forehead down to yours and give him a sweet kiss on his lips and you both smile at each other.

Shinso tosses the towel into the basket and slides under the covers next to you. He lifts his arm up to have you slide up next to him and he breathes out a content sigh.

"So...have you always wanted to fuck a cat?" You ask trying to break the ice.

Shinso laughs and gets beat red at your comment and turns his head to face you.

"No, no I haven't. To be clear, I didn't want to fuck a cat, I just wanted to fuck you."

"You surely did." You pause before your next thought. "Did you mean what you said when you were talking to the uh, well, cat-me?"

"All of it, yeah."

"Oh, cool, cool."

You stop for a minute and try and get comfortable but there's still an unease in the air.

"Look, if this was just a horny-sex haze type of thing for you I get it. I won't mention it again." You say while sitting up to talk to him, as your breasts fall from the sheets, Shinso can't help but stare. You giggle and snap your fingers in front of his face to get him to look at you.

"No y/n, it's not a one-time thing for me. I don't know what I feel for you but I know it's not a one-night stand type of feeling."

"Oh..good, cause I'm pretty sure I fell in love with your dick."

Shinso bursts out into a fit of laughter before pulling you down on top of him and kissing you intensely and having you straddle him.

"Funny, my dick fell in love with you too, kitten."

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Missed Opportunities | Helmut Zemo x Reader | Chapter 3

Welcome to Part 3! You've made it this far? I'm impressed. Thank you for sticking around. This is quite the long chapter so, I hope you enjoy the juicy action all around.

And this one was quite the doozy to write. It's 3AM now? Hah, I've spent the entire day writing two chapters. But definitely don't expect more at quite this frequency. But I appreciate you all none the less.

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It had been precisely three hours, forty-two minutes since two Avengers and a criminal mastermind had left the safe house you were staying in.

You were currently staring up at the ceiling with mild boredom waiting for the next round of texts to come in. An alert notification rang through the near empty residence, the noise echoed off the walls of the living room intensifying the reverberation of sound.

Rolling over, you flopped onto you stomach from your position on the couch, stretching your arm out to grab the phone off the coffee table.

Carefully, you read the incoming message. 'No recent signs of Karli, but following up on a handprint Bucky found a couple miles from our initial start position. Zemo has a theory it might lead to a section of tunnel that veers off towards the harbor. Will update again in another hour. - S'

Great.

So they'll easily be gone at least another couple hours, leaving you to your own devices. That's dangerous. There's no telling what kind of trouble you could get into without something to do. Your mind was always processing, constantly formulating new plans and calculating risk probabilities. It's why you were so fidgety and animated. You didn't inherently have ADHD, but your brain was so active the symptoms manifested as such. You had a genius level intelligence, you just chose to down-play it most of the time. You craved activities to keep your mind from going into overdrive; it's why you spend most of your mornings running. To drain your body of excess energy and let your brain rest.

You groaned in irritation, tossing the phone back onto the coffee table. Sam could have at least given you a pin point location so you could do some research on the area where the handprint was found.

Maybe you could read for a bit.

You got up and headed to your room at the back of the apartment. Zemo gave you the last room at the end of the hallway, it also happened to be the only room that had a half bath attached to it. Which in retrospect, was quite thoughtful of him.

As you reached your room, a chilly draft fell across your body, causing goosebumps to raise on your fair skin. You noticed you left a window open in the room and moved to close it. Often times, late at night you sat at the window sill and read to pass the time when you couldn't sleep. Sometimes, you'd crack the window open and simply listen to the sounds of the outside; they were just as soothing. There was no denying it was quite lovely where you were staying. Helmut Zemo had impeccable taste.

You grabbed your book and crossed the room, rubbing your arm to help circulate some heat back into your body, but before you got to the door, a patch of blue caught your eye. Zemo's hoodie. It had been left draped haphazardly over the back of one of the chairs in your room. A constant reminder you needed to give it back to the Baron, but you weren't ready to just yet, and funnily enough, he hadn't asked for it.

Shifting from foot to foot, you debated what to do. It was comfortable. Wearing it one last time couldn't hurt, right? There wasn't anyone here to cajole you about it anyways and you could just take it off before the guys got back. Perfectly reasonable. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you snagged the garment off the chair and pulled it on as you walked back out to the main living room, book in hand.

As you rounded the corner and made your way through the kitchen back to the couch, you heard a loud metallic bang against the entry-way door accompanied with the tell tale signs of door knobs turning. Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, you had leapt off the ground, clutching the book to your chest.

You stared at the door in fear knowing it was way too soon for anyone to have returned yet. And they wouldn't have caused the disruption in the attempts to break in. Pushing down your apprehension, your senses started to return to you, and you realized you need to get to your phone. Now.

Your eyes moved across the apartment and landed on the coffee table a short distance away from you. Bingo. You took a step forward towards the table when the front doors suddenly swung open and a whirl of red, white and blue flew past your face. The projectile, nearly hitting you, caused you to stumble, knocking you backwards onto the floor. You landed clumsily, but thankfully caught yourself before your head smacked against the ground.

You didn't need to look up to know exactly what object flew at your head. The sound alone was unmistakable.

"Apologies for the erratic entrance, I only meant to use it to help open the door - I hadn't planned on Lemar here unlocking the them so easily. When the doors fell open, it kind of just flew right out of my hand."

Annoyance had now replaced your fear.

John Walker.

You had many opinions of the man based off what Sam and Bucky had told you, but you hadn't had the pleasure of actually meeting him. Until now.

This did not help sway your opinion of him in the very least. If anything, it only solidified that the government had made a rash decision. You don't just had over the shield to anyone.

You glared up at the intruders from your position on the floor. This was completely unexpected. How did he even manage to locate this safe house? Something nagged at the back of your mind that Captain Walker might have had help from people with a questionable background. You shoved the thought aside for the time being.

Lemar had gone around to the back of the couch and pulled the shield out of the wall embedded in between the two stained windows. Walker, who stood next to you, was offering his hand to help you up.

You didn't even make an effort to consider his gesture and got up off the floor without his assistance, dusting yourself off in the process.

Walker appeared undeterred by your dismissal of him and instead put on a winning smile and rotated his hand in the attempts of a handshake.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot. John Walker. Captain America," he proudly stated.

"I know who you are Captain Walker, as well as your friend here," you briskly answered, crossing your arms in front of you.

You could see the smile start to drop off his face and his eyes turn a bit darker.

"And I know who you are as well, you're well documented along with the Avengers, but I was trying to be polite," Walker grounded out with forced effort.

You didn't want to start an argument with the newly anointed Captain America, but there was something off about him that just irritated you.

"Polite?" you sarcastically question. "How is barging into someone's residence, polite? Please, do explain," you shifted your weight onto one side, giving him an expectant look.

"I don't have to explain myself to you. In case you've forgotten, I'm Captain America," he took a step towards you, his body language highly suggesting an intimidation tactic.

You held your tongue and took a step back to place more distance between yourself and Walker. You spared a glance at his partner to gauge his reaction, but his expression was guarded, although he was watching with rapt attention.

"What do you want, Walker?" you bit out. You attempted to keep some of the contempt out of your voice, but he had quickly turned your mood sour this afternoon.

"Where's Zemo?" Walker cut straight to the chase this time.

"Not here, obviously," you held your arms out, gesturing around.

"I want to know where Zemo is. He's coming with us," the captain took another step towards you, this time with a more forceful intention.

You furrowed your brow and took another step back. His posturing was starting to make you slightly nervous.

"Even if I did know where he was, I'm not saying either way. Zemo has been surprisingly helpful to us, and we need him to locate Karli along with the rest of the Flag-Smashers, including the missing vials of serum. And he's more likely to continue working with us, than provide you with any information at all. That I can say with absolute certainty," your words sounded confident, but inside you were trembling.

That was apparently the wrong thing to say to Captain America.

His entire demeanor changed. Once where there was some warmth and light-heartedness, there was only a cold emptiness left in his gaze. He reached back to grab the shield from Lemar, and then without any warning shoved you back against the wall to your left.

You heard the distinct sound of your right shoulder pop as is slammed into the wall along with the rest of your body. The rapid movement from Walker and impact from the shield knocked the wind right out of you. The pressure from the amount of force he was exerting pinned you to the wall and caused the shield to be painfully pressed into your side, separating you from Walker. You could feel the rim of the shield digging slightly into your neck, but not enough to cause any real damage.

"John!" you heard Hoskins shout with alarm from behind Walker.

You swallowed thickly; very real fear had settled into your bones. You were capable of defending yourself, but hadn't actually needed to put those skills into any use. Bucky and Sam had taught you some moves and hold to get out of, but it never crossed any of your minds once you'd have to fight Captain America. You tried to shift your head to the side to see how far away your phone was. What possible options you had. Maybe you could appeal to his partner and deescalate the situation before things got too ugly.

"I'm only going to ask this one last time. Where is Zemo?" Walker spit out, putting force against the shield, which in turn, caused you to grimace in pain.

"Hoskins, you really going to allow Captain America to torture an innocent citizen trying to help in a cause we're all aligned in?" you gasped out, trying to swallow as much air as possible through the pain wracking your body.

You refused to let it show. Holding back as much of the discomfort you were in. You didn't want to give Walker the satisfaction.

"John, ease up. She's not a terrorist, and frankly, I agree with her," Hoskins voiced, his footsteps bringing him closer to Walker with the hopes of gaining his attention no doubt.

The pressure from the shield against your form was lifted slightly, though the shield was still closer to your body than you'd like to admit. You closed your eyes to focus on regaining some stability and figure out your next course of action to get yourself out of this mess.

"Stay out of this Lemar," John replied, but his menacing stature had lessened minutely.

You opened your eyes to stare at Walker. He had removed the shield between the two of you and placed it on his back; however he stepped into your personal space instead and placed a hand against your collarbone, essentially rendering you immobile again.

Well, at least now you could breathe.

Walker peered down at you with distain, "You're really not going to give him up are you?"

You clenched your jaw and lifted your chin defiantly at him.

"No," you answered.

The wheels were turning inside Walker's head. You could literally see the fire burning in his eyes, realizing he wasn't going to get an answer out of you. Not willingly.

He dipped his head and released his hold on you, pointing a finger right at your face, "This isn't over. Not by a long shot."

You saw Lemar walk up and pat Walker's shoulder, "Alright, let's get out of here."

Walker straightened up and stiffly walked away, leaving Hoskins trailing behind. His ego had taken a blow today.

Hoskins gave an apologetic shrug, "He's under a lot of stress."

Before Lemar could fully clear your line of sight, you quietly spoke up, "He doesn't deserve that shield."

Hoskins didn't have a response to that.

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In wake of the aftermath, you had tried to clean up as best possible. You assessed your injuries were non life-threatening, though your right shoulder was most definitely dislocated. The arm was kept close against your body hoping to not jostle it too much. You felt spikes of pain as you cleaned the area where Walker had thrown the shield into the wall, but ignored it so you could get the place back in shape before Sam, Bucky and Zemo returned.

Sam had messaged not too long ago, they were roughly 20 minutes out from the apartment.

Your ribs were throbbing from where the shield had been buried into your side, but you didn't think they had been broken, only bruised. You were going to have to ask one of them pop your shoulder back into place.

You were dreading the conversation, but were determined to remain as calm as possible to help alleviate the immediate reaction they were going to have once you revealed what happened.

The events of the day had finally caught up with you and coupled with the cleaning efforts, your body was signaling it's exhaustion. You were in the kitchen, and honestly didn't think you could make the short trip to one of the sofas; so you carefully sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and waited patiently.

Sure enough, 20 minutes later, the doors to the apartment opened and the guys swiftly came in to greet you.

"Did you even leave the kitchen?" James inquired, coasting around the kitchen to grab a drink.

You smiled tightly and responded in kind, "For a short while, yes. Did you guys find anything worth while?" You quickly wanted to change the subject but knowing you were only delaying the inevitable.

"Yeah, we think we've discovered a possible building Karli is using to hideout in. We had planned on eating something quickly and then leave again to check it out tonight," Sam explained.

As Sam was talking, Bucky had accidently bumped into you, causing you to wince and pull your arm tighter to you. Luckily, he didn't see your face, but Sam did.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam questioned, voice filling with concern.

You blew out a breath bracing yourself for what you were about to say.

"What happened to my wall?" Zemo piped up, giving you a curious glance, he had moved to run his hand along the diagonal cut, inches deep, in the space between the ceiling to floor windows.

Bucky left his glass and walked over to get a better look, as did Sam. Both of them would know precisely what caused a mark like that to become etched into a wall.

Sam and Bucky snapped their heads back to you as soon as they saw the indention, but it was Zemo who spoke first.

"John Walker was here," he stated, shrugging off his coat and hanging it over the back of the couch he was nearby.

"It was an, eventful afternoon here," you tried to put some overly cheerful, comedic tones into your voice, but failed pretty miserably.

"What happened?" Sam immediately asked.

The trio had made their way back to the kitchen to get answers from you.

Zemo came to stand nearby, eyes roaming your body, searching. With his expertise, there was no question that he would quickly figure out you were injured; so you tried to tell your story as concisely as possible.

"Um, so - Walker and Lemar showed up. He asked for Zemo. I told him he wasn't here aaaaand they left. The end," you hurriedly spoke, wanting to get this over with and not draw any more attention to yourself.

But you could see in Helmut's eyes, he knew there was more to your story. His carefully crafted mask was starting to crack as you saw his gaze drift down to you cradling your arm underneath the island away from Bucky and Sam's eyeline.

"You're hurt," Zemo said. His face showed open concern as he walked the remaining distance to you.

With more tenderness than you thought possible coming from him, he slowly and carefully moved your right arm away from your body. He kept his eyes trained on you for any discomfort or signs of pain.

Once your arm had left your lap though, you reached over with your left hand to grip one of his wrists to prevent him from moving your arm any further.

"Don't, please," you pleaded, gritting your teeth and swallowing down the pain threatening to erupt from you. You were panting now, and more clear than ever something had happened to you while they were gone.

Helmut released your arm without hesitation, but did not leave your side. You saw him exchange tense looks between James and Sam. Normally, Bucky would have been focused on keeping Zemo away from you, but with the current circumstances, he was no longer a priority.

"What actually happened?" Bucky softly called out, he and Sam had gotten closer to take a better look at you. Sam brought a chair out to sit next to you and give you a once over, while you explained.

The expressions on their faces were grim as they anxiously awaited your reply.

"It wasn't - it's not quite as bad as it seems," you started, stuttering out the words as Sam brought his hands up to check your head for any injuries first.

"He just barged right in and was insistent on finding Zemo. He was acting so arrogant and pompous, I just refused to give him any information on his whereabouts," you continued on. "He didn't like the fact I wasn't willing to cooperate with "Captain America" and he got a little.....rough with me."

Sam paused his surveying to meet your gaze. You could see the guilt beginning to creep into his eyes. He turned his head to look up at Bucky, who was angrily flexing his vibranium arm in displeasure. Probably only affirming his notion that Sam should have never given up the shield in the first place.

"What did he do?" Bucky's tone brook no argument. He wanted to know the truth.

You scrunched your face in unpleasantness when Sam checked your lower neck and collarbone, he had found the place on your body where the shield and his hand had met you.

"Is this from - ?" Sam couldn't finish his sentence and he looked away in anger. You could tell he just wanted to get up and throw something, and that was commonly uncharacteristic for him.

Zemo had shifted his position to take a peek at what Sam was doing while he checked you out. You saw how his eyes had darkened with quiet rage taking stock of everything. There was an outline of a thin scrap mark against the underside of your neck and jaw, but it was a clear demarcation that would only be caused from the shield itself.

You nodded sadly and focused on answering Bucky's question as you gave Sam the okay to keep going.

"Walker, didn't get what he wanted, so he did the only other thing he knows how to do," you cleared your throat and rubbed your hand against your forehead.

"Use brute force," Zemo darkly said.

"He used the shield to push me up against the wall over there," you pointed over as you continued re-telling what happened. "I was knocked into the wall pretty hard, but Walker lost all focus and nearly suffocated me from the force of the shield against my body. I think he -" you yelped like a wounded animal, not able to finish your story when Sam touched your shoulder.

Bucky's eyes had widen and became deeply concerned over your pained scream.

Your muscled were clenched tight as you tried to ride out the pain, face starting to turn red.

Zemo had placed a light hand on your back, leaning down to comfort you and remind you to breath.

You fumbled with your good arm as you tried taking in deep breaths and motioned to Sam what was wrong with your arm.

Even with your poor mime animation of pretending to have your arm pulled from your socket, James picked up on what you were getting at. He tapped Sam to switch places with him. Your eyes were watering at this point and you blinked back the tears wanting to fall.

"Alright doll, on the count of three, I'm going to raise your arm and put pressure on your shoulder, okay?" Bucky solemnly said.

Sam gave you a smile of assurance while Zemo ended up taking your good hand, letting you know you could use him to brace yourself. He and James shared a silent conversation before nodding at one another. If Sam had a problem with Zemo providing you comfort, he didn't show it. You figured he was letting some of his dormant humanity rise to surface in this moment.

You shook slightly trying to prepare yourself for the next round of pain once your shoulder was fixed, but James didn't give you any time.

"Three," he commanded, snapping your shoulder back into its socket before you had a chance to even reaction.

You let out another cry of pain, holding onto Zemo's hand tightly, but somehow, the fear of the oncoming pain dissipated as you let go of his hand and rubbed your shoulder with minimal soreness.

You cleared your throat and looked at everyone after a few moments of rest. Surprised at how efficiently James had handled your shoulder, but then again, he was the perfect person to do the job.

You scrunched up your nose at James, "What happened to one and two?"

He huffed out a laugh, "It worked didn't it?"

"Thank you. All of you," you gave a lazy smile through the tiredness that filled you up. "I think I'll be okay now - that was the worst of it. Promise. Walker didn't do any further harm to me. I managed to convince Lemar to get Walker to back down," you glossed over the section where Walker threatened you, but you could bring that up later.

None of them were satisfied with your response, but you're guessing they let it slide given the circumstances.

Zemo reached into the freezer to grab an ice pack. He handed it to you to place on your shoulder helping with your recovery. You accepted it from him extremely grateful. You mused your opinion of him was constantly evolving the more time you actually spent with him.

Sam had asked if you were sure there weren't any other areas you wanted to have checked over for injuries.

You assured him, you were alright, just tired and very sore.

Bucky had swiftly gotten up from his chair and made it known he wanted to go after Walker this evening. You knew he wasn't going to let this incident go any time soon. Sam had also been in agreement after fully understanding what transpired, but Zemo was eerily silent.

"You guys should follow your original plan. Don't let Walker distract you. I'm alive and I am going to be okay. Go follow your lead on Karli," you interjected, trying to be the reasonable one. There was no need for them to go off halfcocked while they were still very upset. You were too, if you were being honest with yourself, but your focus was on your friends first and foremost.

"Well, we're not leaving you here alone. I can stay behind and let Zemo and Sam check things out," James said.

"Actually, it makes the most sense if I stay behind," Zemo chimed in.

"Why is that?" Sam countered warily.

"The particular location you are going to, I have....a history there. It would be wise for me to not be seen in that part of town as to not raise any alarm bells," he reasoned with them.

"And why should we trust you with her?" Bucky asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

"Because I have no motive to do any harm to her nor shall I allow any further injury come to her. On this James, I give you my word," Helmut replied, the seriousness of his tone was not lost on anyone in the room.

"Okay," Sam relented, moving about the kitchen to pack some food for their evening night out.

"Just like that, huh?" James said with disbelief.

"Yeah, just like that," Sam parroted back.

Bucky wasn't happy about the situation, but there was an urgency to find Karli, so he caved.

James leaned over on the counter to make sure you were 100% okay being left along with Zemo, reminding you at any time you can call and they'd rush back instantly for whatever reason.

You stood up slowly, balancing the ice pack on your shoulder and shuffled over a few steps towards him, "Thank you. Now, go."

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You waved to to your friends a second round of goodbyes for the day. You sagged against the counter, temporarily forgetting about Zemo for the moment. You really needed to lie down.

As if he read your thoughts, you suddenly felt his presence as an arm wrapped around your waist, resting firmly against your hip.

"Here, let me help you get someplace more comfortable than this," Zemo asserted, taking his free hand and dropping the ice pack from your shoulder onto the counter. He then grabbed your left hand, raising your arm and wrapped it around his neck to help support you. So now most of your weight is on your left side, allowing your right to have most of the pressure released from your injuries.

You were so close to him you could smell his expensive cologne and aftershave. It was intoxicating and caused your head to swim a little. You stumbled slightly, but Zemo kept you steady as you both made your way to your room.

In your exhausted state, you managed to sneak in a few glances to Zemo, who was concentrating on the task at hand, not wanting to cause any jarring movements. He deserved more credit than you had been giving him; he truly did seem to care in his own warped way.

Once you had gotten to your room, he guided you to the bed to lie down. Not once had you complained. A true testament of just how tired you were. You couldn't even muster a snarky reply at his disheveled state of being, from practically dragging you down the hallway.

You snuggled into the hoodie you were wearing and tried to lie in a position that wouldn't cause too much discomfort for your shoulder and ribs.

Zemo had stepped into the closet and when he returned he came back with a couple extra pillows. He propped them against your injured side to prevent you from rolling over during the night.

If nothing else, Zemo was incredibly thorough when he focused on something. And right now, that focus was you. It was unnerving, but also thrilling at the same time. Maybe you did have a head injury, because all you could do was smirk at how utterly adorable he was tending to you. It made you curious as to whether this was what Zemo was like before. For the first time, you really wanted to know more about him.

You saw how he was confident in everything he does, and this situation was no different apparently. He had been muttering to himself as he adjusted bedding and made sure there was nothing in the room that you could trip over if you had to get up. He was taking in all the possibilities, like you did.

He had been actively avoiding looking at you though since Bucky and Sam left. You weren't entirely sure why, as he's had zero problems watching you over the past several days. You have a feeling it's because you're one of a few people who have seen beneath the surface of Helmut Zemo, and he's reacting the only way he knows how to at this moment.

Distraction.

You were too sleepy to ponder this any further and turned your head to the side to see what Zemo was fiddling with now.

He had finished up the last of his tasks and looked around the room satisfied with his work. Only then did he turn to look at you.

If it had been anyone else, you would swear that Zemo almost seemed nervous. He was, at many times in your experience, hard to read; so all of these new expressions are a different side for you to see.

Zemo tentatively sat on the edge of the bed next to you.

"Do you need anything?" he genuinely inquired.

You shook your head, indicating you didn't.

All of a sudden he laughed. It ended nearly as quickly as it had began. You raised an eyebrow him in reply, but he simply tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie you were still wearing.

Too tired to be embarrassed about it, you simply mumbled, "Shut up. I still plan on giving it back, although, given it's track record, you should quite possibly get rid of it. After what happened today, I think it might be bad luck."

You saw Zemo dip his head and chuckle at your reply. He look much more carefree when he laughed. You'd have to add him to your daily list. Make Zemo laugh.

His expression sobered rather quickly though and became pensive after that, staring out the window briefly before resting his gaze back on you.

"You keep it. It looks better on you."

Not knowing what to say, caught up in the storm in his eyes, you give a small smile. You can feel your cheeks turning red under the intensity of his stare.

Zemo stood up, getting ready to leave when you stopped him by latching onto his wrist.

"Wait," you murmured.

The swift action caused him to furrow his brow in confusion.

You weren't sure exactly what you wanted from him, only that you didn't want him to go.

"Stay."

You could tell you startled him with your request. Your eyes grew larger realizing the potential double meaning.

"Just until I fall asleep?" you clarified, a yawn escaped as you covered your mouth.

Zemo visibly relaxed and had you relinquish your hold on his arm so he could pull up a chair to your bed. He turned his head around the room in search of something. He went to the nightstand and picked up your book.

Amusement flitted across the features of his face as he read the cover. Zemo sat down on the chair and propped his feet up on the side of the bed.

You shut your eyes and tried to block out the soreness covering your body. Tomorrow would be worse. The next day always is. You had begun to doze off, when ever so quietly, you heard Zemo's voice fill the room.

He was reading to you. Lulling you into a peaceful sleep and letting you know he was still present. Wanting you to know, in his own way, he was upholding his promise to Bucky and Sam. That you were safe with him. That you could trust him just as you had, when you asked him to stay in the first place.

With those final thoughts, you drifted off, listening to the subdued sound of his voice.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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The Neo: TWEWY Ramble

Welp here I am, main story of NTWEWY done, not sure how to start this and still lacking the extra stuff such as Another Day or all the reports. I haven’t looked at the wiki since I want to explore it personally but I feel I should start this now before my thoughts fade. I can come back once it’s all done as a secondary opinion. (maybe)

In a general sense, this was a bit of a weak experience thanks to “A New Day” added to the final remix (switch) version of the original TWEWY game. I did not, and still do not, like what that did. I see no valid reason to kill Neku, again, and ruin his friends ending just for sequel bait. And believe me, sequel bait is all that plot lined paid off to be in the main story.

I would fully expect for the old cast to appear in the sequel but I only would’ve accepted this in two facets. First, small cameos just to let us see them; Shiki is a great example because she has a whole clothing brand showing that her dream has reached reality. Small stuff like that would’ve been keen or perhaps placing them in ‘Another Day’. Granted, they’d be alts of the originals but it would’ve been an acceptable cameo for their sequel designs.

Secondly, the old cast was the new cast. If you’re going to ruin the ending for four very well written people just to force them to stick around then commit to that and continue their story. In all fairness, the new cast was perfectly fine, I wont sit here and tell you they weren’t. I would argue their arcs weren’t as well done nor did I feel as attached to them but I also find it unfair to make that comparison in objective terms.

The original game had a very strong thematic synergy. It’s title alone applied to far more in the story than at first glance and each week the partners had smaller arcs that added to Neku’s own arc. I consider this an ‘lightning in the bottle’ effect on the first games part and do not believe SE has it in them to replicate on demand. (nor anyone)

For example, spoilers btw, the first game is entirely a wager between Shibuya’s Composer (Joshua) and his top reaper (the Conductor) Megumi. The Composer runs a game in any given area, they’re effectively minor gods and can do as they please with their area. The Conductor had no way to win and given Joshua’s love of a game he set the story in place.

The Conductor had a month to convince Joshua that Shibuya was worth keeping, that judging and inspiring humans souls was still worth doing. Joshua handicapped himself to become the twink we know and chose a “proxy” which he found in Neku. Neku was the epitome of what Joshua saw as humanities problem. A fully self-absorbed soul, an ideal player to represent him, thus Joshua shot Neku and made him a player.

The entire TWEWY game is you, Neku, trying to win a game that will end Shibuya unknowingly. Every party involved tries to “expand borders” of the people in the city as it goes. The Conductor tries to make humanity a hivemind, Mr H (the producer) opens Sho Minamimoto’s eyes to taboo noise and Joshua’s identity because he doesn’t want the city to vanish, and Joshua who believes these boundaries can’t be expanded.

What makes that finale so great is that you technically won, the Composer technically won but, over the course of that story Neku changed. His world broadened, he got over himself and reached out, and through this Joshua saw Shibuya’s worst self-centered soul change. What saves Shibuya isn’t a grand battle, what saves the city is Neku changing Joshua. Neku expanded Joshuas world and made him believe that humans could still change.

Power or friendship anime logic didn’t win the day with a big attack, no, what saved the day was the genuine power of connection and change. This, among other things, is what made that finale so beautiful. It’s also these things that made ‘A New Day’ so fucking sour. It was all wasted because they just shot Neku and left us on a cliffhanger because “hey hey come buy a new game that may or may not happen”.

Now to loop it back around to our new cast, that shadow was just too damn large. These kids were handled fine but I didn’t feel as large a growth and it was hard for me to since I was just wondering when shit would really hit the fan and Neku would appear. By not letting the original four player group just have their ending they casted a shadow over the new cast that I couldn’t fully see past.

I know Rindo’s arc was indecisiveness which I would normally identify with greatly but I didn’t. Most of the time, I understood him waiting a bit due to the grave situation which made the bits at the end of him making actual decisions like a leader a bit flat.

Fret…honestly I didn’t care nor hate the kid. Him having lost someone is believable and his moment with Kanon is genuinely sad but I didn’t see much to hint that he wasn’t as happy-go-lucky as he presented until his crush called him out.

Nagi…well she didn’t have an arc but I don’t consider this a bad thing. I actually liked her a great bit over all. She was good for laughs, quips, even battle quotes that confused her team, and her moments of amazing insight. Nagi, like me, observes but is far more discerning in that skill. She didn’t need a deep arc because she has herself figured out. That, to me, is beautiful. Characters that grow are essential but a good support that’s already reached that enlightenment is just as needed.

However, of these four new kids, Shoka by far had the greatest arc that I both saw from early on and enjoyed from start to stop. You can discern very quickly she’s Swallow, you can discern even earlier that she’s trying to help the Twisters and hides behind real intention with snark. She immediately regrets betrayal, sticks to her guns, and doesn’t drag out a story with pointless melodrama. Nothing that she’s written to do is pointless and that is also beautiful.

She is a wellspring of emotion and conflict and it’s nice to see how she bounces off old colleagues and her new team. It’s even humorous to watch people call her out for her actions or tease her by her growing crush on “Mr. Twister”. She even did all this thinking she’d be erased because the Shinjuku reapers don’t let you quit. You either revive or you ride n die as a reaper forever.

Her bond to Rindo is a good portion of why he’s even memorable to me overall. I don’t think they were written to be that way but it’s definitely the reason I have his character stuck in my memory at all. It was a similar dynamic to what Shiki & Neku had in TWEWY but stretched out. Truly beautiful their ending.

Now to loop back a second time to earlier, what do I mean by “making the old cast the new cast” despite all this praise? Simple, I have these positive impressions but that shadow I mentioned still exists. This story works with the new group but it’d also work if the old crew was pulled back into the game. The second Neku was shot I found no good excuse for him to just not be there instead of Rindo.

This point especially hits hard because one of the plot points of this new game is that Shiba hands out reaper pins to pull in living people into the UG. Meaning that:

Neku didn’t even need to die.

The others could’ve joined him in the game since most of the cast were alive. They didn’t die like the first game.

Neku and Shoka were the only players truly dead within the ‘Wicked Twisters’ which just makes me wonder what about the point of it all. It was clearly sequel bait which left a negative taste in my mouth over the years between each game.

If you’re still confused my reader, let me put it this way, the story writes itself in such a way that there’s no reason Neku, Rhyme, Shiki, and Beat can’t be the leads which bothers me for a number of reasons.

While I’m on this tangent, I should note that I do mind the appearance of other old characters. Only a few named Reapers survived the first game but them being there makes total sense. It’s Shibuya, they work there, live in its game. That’s perfectly valid and makes sense logically.

Hell, I even liked seeing Kariya more often. Dudes my fave among the reaper cast even now. I don’t think I would’ve even minded Sho appearing again since he’s revived himself once. It would literally be as simple as removing ‘A New Day’ from the Final Remix and adding an unlockable scene or trailer in it’s place.

Showing us how Coco revived him- wait, that’s right, COCO!

Talk about something that fell flat on its face. Final Remix adds the reaper Coco and ‘A New Day’ has her cause all this sh*t leading to Neku’s death only for her to be…his friend in Ntwewy?

She did things in the Final Remix that you wouldn’t conceive a normal reaper of doing such as dragging a then living Neku and Beat into a fake game or bringing Sho back to life. She was set up to be something bigger or sinister but nothing comes of it.

When Neku died again Joshua admits he sent him to Shinjuku for both selfish reasons and to protect Neku. Yet, it’s Coco that helped him return forming a type of working “friendship” over those 3 years.

When Beat sees her and rages I do as well. What even was the point!? She doesn’t do that much in the main story either. Her entire motivation is stopping Shibuyas fall and saving her Shinjuku friend Tsugumi which just opens more questions.

How did Coco do the shit she did in Final Remix? How can she be friends with a Shinjuku reaper? Can reapers visit other cities? How did she revive Sho Minamimoto? What even makes her think she can control him?

I didn’t expect much nor theorize…well any but I expected more than what I got from her. This further fed my annoyance with what Final Remix did since it now felt wasted. I can’t even rant about “Hype-chan” since she was a support character.

She was sending people visions to avoid Shibuya’s inversion but since her soul spends most of the game trapped in a Mr. Mew doll we don’t get to see much of her. She’s a minor character bordering on mcguffin at one point.

I honestly forgot about her for a long time till the game drops that she’s one of Shiba’s two remaining friends and we need her to talk his dumbass down. I can’t hate nor like her, there was nothing too her other than having a Mr. Mew and being sequel bait like Neku’s death.

Hell, her having a Mew doll isn’t even a hint of much because Shiki now has a fashion brand. Lots of people potentially have one since he’s mascot that anyone can buy.

AND THEN THERE’S THE SHINJUKU REAPERS-

I was left with so many questions but no strong impressions. Shiba, genuinely, feels like a dumbass that got a lot of power. His own friend, Hishima, calls him out on this. Hishima’s snark made him stand out more than the main villain to me despite having not even a fraction of the screen time. I was happy to see someone call him an idiot.

Granted, Shiba isn’t the real final villain (in a sense) but he’s not intimidating nor does he have a cause I care for like Megumi did. I don’t even know how Shiba is a conductor or if he’s one at all. I’m sure an angel like Kubo could easily take out a Composer but did he?

Where’s Shinjuku’s composer and producer? Hell, where was Shibuyas!? …okay that last one isn’t fair. I’m sure those reports will tell me that last question. It just leaves me a bit confused because I don’t get the sense that Shiba even knew what a Composer or Angel even was.

I can only assume Shinjuku’s Producer withdrew since the city was slated for a cleansing. It’s possible the Composer did as well assuming Kubo didn’t remove said individual by force before giving Shiba the power he needed to be a Conductor.

I also do not agree with him getting off for just letting his city die. He had some last minute rebound of correcting mistakes and going back to Shinjuku but it doesn’t feel earned when this dumbass didn’t care about being manipulated so long as he could continue his game and watch Shibuya go up in smoke.

His personal entertainment overrode common sense which makes any ending he got feel cheap or any criticism Hishima gave him earned. He was truly a fool and a cheater. (I didn’t even get into what he did to Ayano)

As for the others…eh?

Ayano was tragic but that added to Shoka’s story not her own.

Susukichi was just annoying then had some last minute “I was good in my own way” twist they attempted to drop.

The only new reaper I found myself liking was Kaie. Unique design, just enough quirk and screen time to stand out, a good addition overall.

Then there was Kubo who’s not technically a reaper. He was clearly more than he seemed early on and I can’t think of anything overly bad or positive about him. He was simply a higher being doing his job.

I was actually more impressed with the ending than him as a person. Me and @blackosprey were joking about his “the power of friendship” usually ends escalated threats but I was pleasantly surprised that NTWEWY didn’t take that route.

Kubo was removed from the board by his own boss. He was only meant to cleanse one city and I get the impression the reapers left were meant to start over but that didn’t happen. Kubo’s manipulation took Shiba and the reapers to Shibuya to erase it as well. He was “overachieving” and just pulled out.

I loved that. It may feel weak to others but I like the idea that the higher plane and its angels are beyond even anime logic to beat. They’re something else entirely and rightfully remain so. Both games drop enough hints to tell us why something is happening but wisely keep the Higher Plane vague.

In my mind we shouldn’t know their inner workings. That’s not the point of these games, it’s exploring oneself and how expanding that requires others, it’s about humanity, it’s characters. This did apply to Rindo in that ending, the Higher Plane corrected Kubo’s mistake but they would only do so once otherwise they too would be “overstepping bounds”.

So Rindo has to choose to leave it as is or go back at a risk. Kubo is gone but his scheme, the noise he made, they will be there. The way each character helps in that ending is also well done despite how I feel about some of the cast being there.

The power of friendship and human bonds do save the day but it’s not some typical god-slaying ending. They use the power of people to neutralize the power of people. (a positive to cancel a negative.)

In a sense, as a character, Kubo is whatever but the way he leads to this ending is fine I think.

While I’m talking about the ending I minds well highlight other story beats I did enjoy. I’ve already said all I can about individual characters in-depth.

Aside Shoka & Rindo’s ending, I felt way more for the second ending Neku and his friends got. Neku and Shiki finally meeting felt like a punch in the heart.

Then there’s fucking Joshua. The twink just appearing out of thin air at the 9th hour was the most meta thing I’ve seen in this series. It was like they couldn’t think of a reason to put him in normally so they just had him appear at the end.

But because Joshua is how he is it doesn’t feel forced since it is fully within his personality to just drop in and joke about inviting himself because it’s interesting. That is something he’d fully do and so I had to laugh for a moment.

The final exchange between him and Neku was also nice even if his little “prank” on Shoka made me curse. I didn’t think he did something too bad but it was clearly like a cat teasing a toy.

As for Beat, I did like that he’s not changed. He’s definitely matured and it shines a lot in the story but he’s also the same in other ways. I didn’t like him being there but I appreciated that he never regressed.

I also feel bad for that stupid f*ck that was hitting on Rhyme at the end. They’ll never find that guys body. *tips hat*

A few other things the story did which I enjoyed in a broader sense were time travel and lack of melodrama. No conflict felt like a cheap sub plot nor was it drug out and the way time travel was used was welcome.

Time travel is usually a very bad thing to add since writers use it when they are stuck. In my own experience, the only time time-travel works is when the story is written from the ground up with it in mind. Something like Ocarina of Time or a show like Doctor Who, this story was written in such a fashion.

It’s made clear (and hinted early on) that time travel is a big bad. Every time you use it the remnants of thought and soul from the erased timeline becomes noise in the new one. Rindo effectively multiples negativity in the world every time he time travels because those lost souls and thoughts have nowhere to go.

That’s why the ending of using the casts various powers to get the city connected as one worked. Their positivity was used to counter the negativity created from a “them” that no longer exists in reality.

On a side note, I also appreciate that the cast knows Rindo can do this. I hate when stories make up weak excuses to keep something useful a secret. It just frustrates written characters and audience alike.

Then lastly is good ol Sho Minamimoto. You may think I left him for last for a big rant but I actually forgot and had to edit this back in, HA! No seriously, I forgot due to how underutilized he was in the story. He was effectively revived for no real reason other than sequel bait. He’s on your team for one week for…reasons. His entire existence serves no real purpose nor is his goal changed.

He was a wasted revival and that saddens me. He’s revived once, he’s all about taboo knowledge and noise, I could tolerate his revival due to this but they squandered him seems like. Sure, he helped at the end but only in a limited way.

Hey, guess what, we’re finally on the Gameplay section of this. (wooo!!!)

I should preface that you wont see as deep a look here as the story stuff above due to how subjective gameplay impressions are. Regardless of what others say online, gameplay rarely has objective issues. The same goes for this since I can sum up some of my gripes rather quickly such as the camera.

I know fully within my brain that this is a minor thing. I know the camera is the way it is due to how the game is mapped and the 3D nature of that map. I know these things yet I have to list it as an issue I had because I had no control of a camera. Navigating the streets and finding things were constantly a small annoyance for me even after I got used to the game.

The battle map is fine since it’s an arena but good lord I got annoyed so many times while trying to navigate and I have not one possible fix to that. I’m no pc or coding genius, I don’t even think you can change the camera in the game as is and make it work.

I also got very annoyed at Pin management at one point. It took too long to get a second set option but I don’t think I can list that as objective either. I don’t even remember if the original DS game gave you second set at the start. I unlocked more in time but I was f*ck’n livid at times prior to that.

Post Edit Derek here; I am replaying the original on the DS and the game did indeed give me a second set, four in fact. Four pin sets starting at four open pin slots.

So on that note I don’t know why Neo TWEWY couldn’t have gave me two from the get go. I certainly didn’t need three due to the lack of a PP experience grinder or Tin Pin Slammer nor did I like having to unlock the second set. Oh well.

I also had an issue with the team concept. At first it was fine but by the end I had six people on screen at once and it was too much for me to keep track of. And this is saying a lot since I play first game on its original DS format in which you have to control both screens at once.

Needless to say, I adjusted to it as I did the above example with time but I did not like it. I felt like I got hit at times by something I couldn’t see due to all the noise, pin attacks, and six cast sharing an HP bar. At the end of the day I wish they capped that team count at four.

I also greatly disliked the Pin button layout. I got confused by that more than once and wasted pins more than once due to this. I hate how the pins change what button they’re on, I hate that I have six to keep track of, and I spent the whole game wishing the pins remained mapped to specific buttons.

In particular, I think the better idea would’ve been to have players set to buttons and through them their pins. Like Rindo would be tied to X, Fret Y, Nagi A, Beat B, Shoka L, and Neku R. The pins would still vary every time I switched up gear but at least I wouldn’t have to keep remembering new buttons.

Of course, if we went with my earlier idea and limited the team to four people it’d be even better since each face button could be a character while dodge is dedicated to L or R. Something simpler would’ve been far more appreciated.

On the positive side, I liked how each person used their powers in this game on the overworld maps. I also loved how this changed was noted IN-GAME by Sho when he started to rant about how pins are dedicated to a person’s imagination. In this new game those rules don’t apply due to Shiba running it like a Shinjuku game. Any player can use a pin now.

Prior in TWEWY a pin or psych was dependent on imagination and personality. Neku being a creative powerhouse is why he can use any pin he wants while Shiki or Beat only have one type of attack. In NTWEWY, any pin is viable but the new reaper/player pin may draw out unique psychs.

Rindo’s time travel or Shoka’s telewarp are such skills. Used exclusively for story and explorative reasons but I love this in-game nod and explanation.

Something else I loved as a series fan from 2007 was the nods. I noticed several things instantly which made the city nostalgic at times despite the camera getting me lost. I even solved a mission on day 5 of week 2 thanks to Joshua’s silly ass trivia of the Shibuya river from “Another Day” on the first game.

Then there’s the music, it’s hard to find a song of any TWEWY you don’t like if you even can. I’m deaf to the finer things of music (not truly deaf just don’t notice things like others) but this series is one in which my brain will pay attention in earnest.

I love that Shiki has a clothing brand, I love that Shoka loves this brand. Good pay off.

I also liked tracking down optional people to save. The friendship board thing is neither here nor there to me but I appreciate the optional content and the minor things it offered. I wish we had seen more living cast from the first game though.

The city truly felt alive in the first game thanks to the missions giving many reapers or citizens in the RG a unique look or problem. This game kind of fell flat on that front.

Let’s see…what else…hmmm….oh yes. The menu is annoying but I don’t think that’s a game problem. My dumbass brain just keeps mixing up the LR with their Z counterparts so I go to menus I don’t intend too.

And lastly, light affinity pins are god-tier. They heal you with the chip damage they inflict. You get four or five of those on the team and you’re a f*cking monster. I still died at times but I rarely needed a true support pin. I also found it funny a pin themed to light has a skill named “Hp vampire”.

Post Editor Derek here, I forgot to add the hours of laughter Kubo’s name gave me due to me watching Bleach in my teenage years. It’s not even gameplay related, just a bonus~

Also, the 300% sync pin attack was called the “friendship nuke” by Osprey and I’ll never forget it.

To wrap this up, I got annoyed with gameplay, I haven’t did all the extra yet so I may come back to this, I’m not sure how replayable I’ll find this game, and I truly believe Neku and gang shouldn’t have been there.

Final Remix left a mar on this game that will never go away. I’ll always think about the issues I listed when I play it and this saddens me. The game is very loved and I think it deserves that but I personally cannot see past this point.

Either follow through with Neku or (preferably) leave Neku and his friends alone to give your full attention to Rindo and his friends. The villains were kinda weak and the didn’t feel that climatic for most of it.

I hope the gameplay is more enjoyable once I complete the friendship board and I hope you enjoyed reading this, bye~

A New Update

I spent the two weeks since this post doing as much post game as I could. True to form I did find the game more fun to play as I unlocked the Social Network board but I ultimately still had a pet peeve about the pin-button layout.

I spent so much time fighting with that trying to make a deck I’d use for serious battles and I just never could get the right layout despite swapping out some people with Sho.

That said, some of that pain was self inflected because I took joy in pairing pins and players. Like having Neku & Beat or Shoka & Rindo- I essentially tried to pair them in three sets of two. It worked at times but others it did not.

Other things I noticed were the sheer spike in difficulty on Another Day. I spent every chapter post game on hard mode and made it two level 91 but I was suddenly getting destroyed. I toned it down to Normal but had a bit of trouble here and there despite that.

I wouldn’t necessarily call this a “con” or negative but it just hit me like whiplash. I was so used to be the OP badass by that point. lol The only fight I encountered that became a hard nope for me was the super boss. I’m not a man that enjoys frustration, I do not feel joy or pride in overcoming something that gets me incredibly furious.

So when I ran into this boss that was the first sign I was likely never going to finish the extras. The sudden defense of the pig noise on Another Day started to add to that annoyance but I managed to get by those in time.

I ultimately forwent getting everything. As much as I praised things like the Social Media Board before I quickly came to annoyance trying to rack up points in those timed dive battles. The one with Rhyme just broke my interest in completing it.

I feel that some have too quick a time penalty, I was on bronze during Rhymes before I even reached 15 minutes. I’ve never liked timed activities so I just came to dislike something I found novel fun in prior.

I also came to dislike the Shibuya Scramble days. They became tedious very fast and I am not sure I’d want to redo one for a long time. I didn’t even complete the one demanding 600k, that was just ridiculous, no thank you.

My post game also reminded me of something that annoyed me even in the first game. Threads!

On their own they are fine but those days where you have to wear something specific to get by a reaper can be an annoyance for me. I usually have my team set by then and having to undo that just to clear a barrier was a pain in 07 and it is now.

I dont know why those can’t be a clear once objective.....I also dont know why I couldn’t get a fast travel but at that point I’m just whining to whine I think.

As a whole, gameplay wise, I had a few pet peeves but I do felt the game was good. I can’t consider it grand because of ‘A New Day’ or for story reasons I’ll list shortly but I can see how people would love and endear to this like I did the original back in the day.

I’d even go as far as to say this is way more impressive than I would expect given they took a game split on two screens in 2D sprites into a 3D style that doesn’t hurt your eyes or worry your brain with uncanny valley.

If they ever remade the original game or made a third one I’d like to see this continued and refined. This post may seem overtly negative to you readers but I did enjoy this game enough to nearly complete it and play it 3+ weeks straight.

It just did some story stuff I was baffled by which I’ll go over now.

One or the Other

As mentioned, getting so many reports (I had to look up report 10 & 24) I did have some of my questions answered. I learned that Neku was sent to Shinjuku to keep him out of the clutches of the Executor.

Neku, despite not being the lead this round, is probably the most powerful player there and it was clear the reapers were trying to find him which was clearly Kubos manipulation.

Now, what they’d do with Neku I have no idea. I just know that Neku is powerful enough to scan the entirety of Shibuya all at once, one shot rampaging Sho, and survive in a null space for three years. 

He doesn’t have specific powers like Fret or Nagi nor anything as broken as time travel but among the team he’s easily the most powerful all all-rounder.

The reports also explained how Coco revived Sho Minamimoto which was simpler than I expected. In the first game Sho had used a taboo noise sigil taught to him by the fallen angel Mr. Hanekoma.

Granted, Sho’s sigil had flaws which Mr. H fixed but what Coco did in A New Day was copy that sigil to bring Sho back for the second time. Mr. H speculates in the reports that this may be why Sho’s a bit different than before.

You can copy the sigil but your use of it depends on the user so Coco likely did something slightly wrong or something different intentionally...I guess this means Sho is more of a noise now than anything as well....wow. 0-0

That said, I do feel this all lead to nothing. I still dont know how Coco did the sh*t she did in A New Day barring this revival. 

There’s a lot of “what if this” I could do but at this point I see no reason too. I do still feel that this title should’ve focused entirely on it’s new cast or followed through on the set up with Neku’s death in A New Day but that’s moot now.

At this point I have to agree with @blackosprey and say that some shift happened somewhere. Whatever plans they had for this was ultimately dropped and we got Neo: TWEWY in it’s current form.

A form that is not bad in the slightest mind you. I have issues here and there but my biggest problem is what ‘A New Day’ did. I could not enjoy this as much as others and that’s a stain that will always remain for me regarding this sequel.

I love the series, I love the world, I want to see more but I dont want to see more of that cheap sequel baiting A New Day did. (especially if they’re going to drop it)

So here’s hoping we get more entries down the line. Perhaps in new cities and new cast. In a world so focused on people growing I’d love to see what can be done.

I double dipped on this game so next time dont be lazy on the advertising Square. It’s not our fault if your laziness doesn’t meet your ridiculous sale expectations. I promise you, if you make more it will sell.

Till the next game players~

P.S. I forgot to mention that my questions about Joshua were answered too. He was playing a game with the Executor thus his lack of prescence. If you notice, he didn’t even aid Neku, he just popped into give some literal moral support.

[attack-on-kiwi]

Hi! I really enjoy your writing and your characterization. Could I please request the rest of the fluff alphabet for post-timeskip Reiner? (whichever point is easiest for you to write from)

Check my master list for letters F, H, N, & R!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

There isn’t much Reiner genuinely likes doing. He’s more than happy to just take part in whatever activities his s/o wants to do. At this point he doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to have an opinion or have any strong wants. This does bother his s/o, so they need to try and coax an answer from him.

They find out he enjoys going for walks. Reiner specifically likes going on long hikes where no other people are around. Sure, he enjoys walking around the marketplace, but there’s always a pressure that he’s going to be cut down at any given moment. Therefore, private hikes are more his scene. He’s able to relax and will be more willing to open up to his s/o during these hikes. 

If he had to pick another activity, it would be training together. He’d want to do something physical, such as sparring because it gives him an easy and familiar way to tease them in a more lighthearted manner, such as play wrestling. It’s one of the few times his s/o gets to see Reiner act his age and not put up walls. 

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Resilience. The fact that his s/o is able to push through being with someone like him and still see the good in this terrible world has him weak. He feels undeserving of someone so good, but he’s too attached to even consider letting them go. 

To Reiner, their laugh is the most reassuring and calming sound. No matter if their laugh is a gentle chime or a crashing wave, he can’t get enough of it. He swears to himself whenever he makes them laugh, he falls more deeply in love with them than he thought could be possible. 

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Reiner wouldn’t really know where to start. His mind is racing with thoughts such as “Is there an attack?” and “Did they get hurt?”. He lacks tact when calming them down, gripping their shoulders and forcing them to look at him as he near demands them to spill what’s going on. When that doesn’t work, he tries to rethink his approach. He’ll breathe and calm himself before smoothing his palms over their arms and gently asking them what’s wrong. 

He’ll hug them tightly and wait as they relax. Whether they just cling to him until their breathing calms or they ride out their panic, he’s pressed his lips to the top of their head, mumbling “everything is fine” even if he doesn’t believe it himself.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Reiner, like other warriors, doesn’t entertain the idea of having a future. This man has already resigned himself to the idea that he will be dead within a few years, so what is the point of him imagining a future? 

If he could have his way, he’d want a family. At least one child. Though, he wonders if his child would need a friend since he has no siblings that could provide cousins. Maybe two children, then, so they don’t get lonely. He thinks about how he wants a small, comfortable home away from the bustling of the towns. The seaside sounds ideal. Sometimes he imagines what it would feel like to have those children tucked between him and his partner while he told them exaggerated stories of the animals that lived in the forests. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He’s physically dominant when it comes to most situation. He’ll put himself before his s/o and make sure they are always in his view. When it comes to intimacy, he teeters between being timid and overbearing. It’s difficult for him to find a balance between wanting to be careful and wanting to have his s/o to himself, and they often find him coming on too strong then becoming reclusive for a few moments after due to the fear of having possibly crosses a boundary. 

Reiner sees himself as a natural guardian, so it’s only to be expected that he takes on more traditionally protective roles.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Reiner is extremely touched that his s/o would stay with a coward such as himself. He thanks them often and brings them gifts. Most of the time it’s food that would otherwise be difficult for them to get their hands on. 

He has a hard time getting out of his head but is able to see that his work and attitude does affect his s/o to a degree and tries to be as mindful as possible. Most times, this mindfulness is chalked up to a simple, “I don’t know what I’d do without you” which needs to be interpreted depending on the context of the situation and his emotional state.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

His s/o grounds him, but they haven’t made huge steps in affecting his personality. He is lost and needs to figure out how to depend on others, and unfortunately, he’s unable to do so credibly at the moment. His s/o hopes Reiner will one day be able to share his burdens with them, even if just a little bit. Reiner definitely teaches them to be patient. 

On the other hand, Reiner is happy to help them overcome their fears. He’s always got a solution and steps to help them get to their goals.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yes. He’s insecure and is easily provoked by other people giving his s/o attention. If he sees them giving others intimate attention, he will become extremely suspicious and angry. Reiner tries to ignore it since he doesn’t want to cause a scene. Image is important to warriors, after all. He does cling to them more as he tries to calm himself, often holding their hands or hugging them close in private.

If he’s in a situation where he is allowed to make a move, he’s more than willing to use physical force to scare off anyone he sees as trying to get with his s/o.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Reiner’s a good kisser when it comes down to it. His kisses are hot and nearly suffocating. He always has a strong hand behind his partner’s head and another firmly on their back pressing them into him as deep as he can. His skin is warm and being so close to him increases that heat. 

His first kiss with his partner was desperate. Whether it was during an episode back in Paradis or when he got back home, his s/o found him uncharacteristically quiet. Serious. 

Their voice surprised him, causing him to jump as they made their presence known. It was an unusual sight- to see Reiner hunched in on himself. When they got close enough to sit next to him and ask what was going on, he simply told them that he wanted to kiss them at least once since he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to again. After their initial shock, his soon to be s/o agreed, letting him take lead. Reiner licked his lips and placed one hand gently behind their neck while the other rested on their thigh. He leaned ver, finally inviting them to his lips and as the two sought one another’s touch, he found himself pinning them down and nearly unclothing them. Whether his s/o allowed it to continue or stopped is up for debate.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Reiner would never consider confessing.

He would need to be near death or in an extremely stressful and dire situation to blurt it out. 

That, or during more recent manga events, Reiner would try to find a moment of peace where he and his s/o could speak in private. During a conversation where he finally explains his past, he would likely refuse to make eye contact and stare at their feet. His voice is shaking slightly as he steels himself for whatever the outcome may be. It’s his s/o who turns his cheek to look him in the eye, confessing they are in love with him. It’s overwhelming and as he’s embraced by them, he reciprocates it over and over in shaky whispers that are muffled by their neck. 

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He likes the idea of marriage. Being with someone who is completely his and building a life together that’s peaceful and without pressure would mean the world to him. 

Reiner’s proposal is private. It would be during camp before the climatic battle. One evening, he’d take his s/o to a private area and reminisce their experiences together. He’s unsure why he’s bringing it up until his s/o asks what he wants to do after they win. He’s taken aback, wanting to say there’s not much left for him once the world is saved. “Will you marry me, Reiner?”

Reiner’s heart stops at that moment. It’s not a proposal, more so it’s just gauging his desires. He can’t help but nod. If they survive, even if he has little time left, he wants to spend it with them.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Reiner’s love is subtle. It’s not common for people in Marley to outright be romantic in public, so displays are limited. Though at some point when he was younger he would have taken great pride in being overly affectionate in front of others, he now takes solace in being a quiet and helpful lover. It’s difficult for him to really express his love verbally, so he takes action. He’s good with fixing appliances, running errands, and comforting them in private. To most others, it seems Reiner is distant with his s.o, but this is untrue.

He’s skilled in loving them. His holds are firm and comforting. His kisses are deep and true. His actions express his care more accurately than his words ever could. The way he puts himself before them is in itself his ultimate display of love. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Reiner prefers to keep his romantic involvement private due to fear for his s/o’s safety. Being Involved with him makes them a target which is something he’s unwilling to look past. This does not mean he is ashamed of them by any means. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

His hugs are all consuming. Something about being in his embrace helps wash away all anxiety. It’s truly difficult for his s/o to be upset for long when they’re in his hold. This becomes especially useful during high stress events, and it helps Reiner calm down.  

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Reiner’s focus isn’t on helping his s/o achieve any goals. His fixation is his mission to save humanity, so he doesn’t actually think too much about if his s/o has any goals they wan to achieve.

If his s/o shares a desire with him, he’s happy to help them map out a plan of attack. There’s not much he can do in ways of helping them if it doesn’t pertain to training or military affairs since most of his time is dedicated to his work. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Reiner prefers having a routine above all else. With how erratic his life is, a sense of peace is important to him. He suffers from PTSD and anxiety among other issues, so knowing where his s/o is during a certain time or having a specific ritual at a certain time every day helps him ground himself. He wouldn’t want to deal with any destructive routines when he has free time. It’s extremely important for him to focus on his healing, so a routine is best.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Reiner... does not know his s/o well. He knows what bothers them and knows about them from what they share. However, he doesn’t make an effort to learn more. He’s got too much on his plate, and the relationship is reliant on the physical intimacy to help each other blow off steam. He could stand to be more emotionally present. It’s something he’s aware of and feels like it’s too late to do anything about it. If he survives, he wants to build a stronger relationship where the two can equally rely on one another for the support that they need.

He’s empathetic to a degree. He listens to their problems and tries to offer the best support he can, but he’s not necessarily equipped to help someone deal with their own problems when he barely has a handle on his own shaky mental state.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Reiner is ridiculously obsessed with keeping his relationship. He knows he’s not the best partner that he could be, but he wants to selfishly keep his s/o because they make him feel human. They make him feel worthy of being alive, and he’s too scared of letting that go for who would he be without a purpose? His mission does come first, but he’d be more than willing to throw himself in front of his s/o if it meant securing their escape. 

He’s a natural protector as mentioned before, and couple that with suicidal tendencies and you have someone that’s problematically self-sacrificial. It’s not a good mixture, but it goes to show how dependent he is on his s/o for a sense of stability and how far he’d go to make sure they were safe. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He likes lying face to face when the two are in bed. When Reiner is especially tired, his cheeks and nose flush  a dark pink. It’s always embarrassing when his s/o decides to tease him about it. Don’t you dare call him cute or coo at him because in his tired state he will have no methods of coping. He might even turn around to try and escape their compliments, but if they cling to his back and try to pull him back around, they’re somehow always successful. 

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Reiner doesn’t kiss often. He does like to hold his s/o’s hands. Clasping their fingers with his own and holding their hand sto his chest in moments of quiet vulnerability will be the most stripped down, vulnerable acts he will ever commit. 

He’s not opposed to his partner kissing him and holding him, he just doesn’t feel worthy of starting the act himself. Once they initiate, he’s more than eager to soak up as much touch as he can. He never wants to let go, meaning they can be in one another’s embrace for hours if they’re lucky.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Reiner is good at compartmentalizing his feelings, so he will run on autopilot and just hope that his s/o is alive so he can see them soon.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

As mentioned earlier, Reiner is more than willing to put his life on the line for his s/o. He would run into a head on attack if it meant giving his loved one a moment longer to breathe.