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aimasup · 2 years ago

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How do you think Wander x reader scenarios would go? (I’m a WOY fan, so I’m quite curious)

sorry for the wait on this aaa

ok bc this is a romantic ‘x reader’ no one is undateable, I’m just ranking these 6 guys from ‘best partner’ to ‘most work needed to put into the relationship so it’s not a complete shitshow’. WOY is a show based on platonic love so some of these are stretches

Also unless specified otherwise in the ask, y/n isn’t a villain or anything, just some random person

long, long post warning

Wander:

buddy when I tell you that you SCORED

he’s SO sweet oh my god. has tons of specific scenarios for dates, but it doesn’t matter if it’s a life-risking adventure or knitting in the woods. he just loves every second spent with you

he’s snuggly! he’s cuddly! You’ll never be touch-starved with him! And he’ll note if you’re not a hugger probably but he might get too excited

You’re dating a walking plush toy built like a scarf with the cutest scruffy face at the end of it that also has wild animal mannerisms

you could toss him in a dryer with malicious intent and he’d come out with a love ballad for you ready to go

knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy. You’ll always have the option to meet new friends and go to new places

If you didn’t have an adventurous streak before meeting him you do now. He doesn’t seek conflict, conflict seeks him

He does his very best to accommodate any needs you may have, he respects your boundaries and finds solutions to brighten up your day

you also brighten up his day. get ready to be sick of the phrase 'I love you'

he does his fair share of the chores and more. He also loves cooking for you! You become the couple everyone’s jealous of because Wander’s in it and you get to experience his cooking

He doesn’t butt in to do things for you, but he loves making your life a little easier. So instead of ‘is everything comfortable my liege’ it’s more ‘I made you a lunchbox, have a nice day!!<3'

Wander has so many stories to tell. You learn new things about each other a lot. He has no problem filling silences, it’s like he never runs out of conversation topics

He loves talking about you so much. Now the entire galaxy knows they have something to use against Wander, next to Sylvia

He's your personal therapist now

Cons:

his energy can be draining, especially when he’s on a roll and oblivious to what’s happening with you

his selflessness blends into unintentional martyrdom often. You need to do some rescuing so he doesn’t get himself killed just so you could have some exotic dessert; it’s very stressful to see him put you above his wellbeing

he’s so stubborn actually. when he decides something’s for the better it takes some heavy lifting to shove the proof in his face

the concept of privacy is but a suggestion to him. And he’s open to suggestions! It’s just that a pet always wanting your time is cute, but when it’s your date it gets annoying

if you nicely let him know when he’s overstepping boundaries he’ll apologize and make up for it

Sylvia:

she rejects that lovey-dovey romantic stuff but she’s more similar to Wander than she realizes, in that this tall mass of muscle is endlessly devoted to you

if you’re fine with being lightly made fun of and sassed at a ton, then you both can spend any time ribbing at each other casually

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, she enjoys time spent together

she loves chilling. just vibes. umbrella drink and hammock and nice music and all. You two can hopefully just exist in the same room for long periods of time, there’s a lot of comfortable quiet going on.

she’s very clear about her boundaries and expects you to pull your weight in some capacity, though it’s fine if the task she needs done isn’t done soon.

she makes you feel powerful and safe and secure because she has no problem beating the shit out of troublemakers for you, and also yelling the most profane of insults in public. She can talk to any stranger, take control of any situation, bust through any boulder; it’s kind of scary but also empowering to just witness

Logically she might understand why something could emotionally upset you but she can't truly empathize, so she settles for being there for you all the way

she ends up carrying you a lot. under her arms, on her back, with her tail, like a sack of potatoes by the leg, etc. and she loves! cuddle piles! and curling up around you when you’re both sleeping! Tease her about it and she’ll toss you into a lake (out of love)

she stutters when she’s awkward. it’s cute as hell

You can go to her with any problem you have and she’ll comfort you, and give you advice even if she states that it’s a ridiculous issue. 95 percent of the time she’ll be on your side too

if you’re willing to learn, she wants to teach you how to fight. She worries about you and wants you to be able to hold your own without her around.

If you order something and she says 'nah I'm good' it's a LIE. She'll have a bite of whatever you're having. So get her something too even if she protests

she’s also fine with goofing off when needed. And she’s tough enough to try new things with you, might even have more fun than you while at it

meeting her family is emotionally exhausting. the ‘WHEN IS THE WEDDING’ questions don’t cease. you turn to her and go ‘damn bitch you grew up like this’ and Sylvia ‘had a job at 6’ Zbornak goes ‘yeah why’

she’s not as open about herself as she’d like to be, but if prodded she could tell you some tidbits about what bounty hunting was like

You may have trouble keeping up if you’re not very physically active. She has trouble slowing down too

your wedding is officiated by Wander, who is also best man. Wesley is the ring bearer god bless

Cons:

She not as stubborn as Wander but has trouble putting herself in the shoes of others, or seeing things from another perspective.

unless given a good reason to budge, she’s not moving when her mind’s set on something

a bit too quick to anger. Not directly at you, but sometimes her remarks cut too deep and her snark is too dry, and the lecture’s too loud.

She’s not very (outwardly) jealous, unfortunately she doesn’t trust easy. So your new friends, or new job, or new anything that she catches even the slightest whiff of ‘not right’ in her mind, she’ll be worrying and pointing out flaws here and there, and now both of you are anxious

you can talk to her about things she can change about herself, and she’ll try. You ground her and her temper and she likes that about you.

Peepers:

see this post

Hater:

on paper the 7 foot tall skeleton overlord with teleportation, force fields, electricity, levitation, and planet-toppling raw strength sounds like some grimdark video game villain but he’s just your personal phone charger now

wants to know about you as much as he wants you to know about him

he always looks for an opportunity to impress you or gain your attention. He likes showing you random stuff, all his shiny toys, his video games, some flower he found at the side of the road, etc.

at the same time he tries to be cool and aloof. He’s also genuinely pissed that he enjoys your company so there’s a lot of screamed affection

not good at speaking or gestures, better at actions. Surprisingly touch-affectionate. He loves carrying you, or holding your hand, or kissing.

You end up being added to the list of people he makes an effort to listen to. consider yourself lucky

He complains about everything but when it comes to things you find neat he doesn’t hate them as much now that they’re associated with you. You are the chill pill.

He talks edgy but he's an open book, and you impress him easily

both of you can geek out over the same things like music and weapons

He’s actually really good at words on paper. So things like secret love letters, lyrics, or rehearsed speeches.

Will loudly defend your honour in public, will try talking it out if he has to

mate you are about to learn some RESPONSIBILITY this man has no home skills. If you don’t want your diet to be takeout for the rest of your life start learning how to cook

If you decide to get married it will be a whole Thing and you'll learn how many times he's organized a wedding before. Ask the watchdogs

Cons:

his whining gets legitimately annoying, and he doesn’t make compromises nearly as smoothly as you might hope. It’s almost like dealing with someone who only recently learned how the world works (so you don’t want to ask about his real name.)

loud, petty, self-centered, possessive, and sometimes you can’t deal with that if you’re both having a bad day

When he’s doing some grand gesture of romance it usually ties back into you giving him compliments

Despite being emotionally open he doesn’t talk about what goes on in his mind a lot, so he might come to bizarre conclusions or not explain his thought process, even if he’s on the right track

he’s self-aware to a degree at least, and he’s actively trying to not make everything about him.

Awesome:

banging my head on the wall, trying SO HARD to find redeemable qualities

he’s the kind of fucker to smugly say ‘you know I’m right’ regardless of how obviously he's not. He thinks obnoxious property-damaging prank videos are hilarious.

his style of villainy is almost worse than dictatorship because he has such little regard for the people and places around him that his hedonism literally causes worlds to end

in other words he’s so disgustingly shallow that the simple concept of an equal in his life at rock bottom would force him to fix himself

anyways uhh dating him would be weird. Like he’s physically useful I guess, also he’s rich so you’d get anything you want. Speaking of physical, he's a really good meat shield in times of crisis.

not controlling, just weirdly opiniated. Thinks any past time that isn’t clubbing or drinking or high-energy is lame, seperates himself from ‘uncool’ things, judges passersby in a mean way, is far too encouraging of you to step out of your comfort zone, etc.

You need to be assertive because he still cares about what you think, somewhere in there.

So if he goes ‘no biggie but I think you’ll look better in this’ or 'no don't spend your time like that', or ‘you shouldn’t call them back’ just get rightfully upset and demand why. Guarantee he will not have a good reason to keep this up. Know your rights and make sure that man knows guilt

Pros:

ok this is either a bad thing or a good thing but he’s observant enough to know how to distract you. If you’re mad or sad about something he can push all the right buttons to get your mind off it, but again he can use this to deflect from serious stuff

surprisingly responsible? Like idk how to explain it. He knows what items go with what needs and is really good at planning ahead. Not like making a shopping list, but like connecting the dots based on logical assumptions. “We could get this sturdier metal hanger for the drying rack but it rusts easily so we should get the cheaper package deal ones.”

such a stereotypical dude-bro that it’s kind of adorable. He watches sports and has opinions on canned alcohol. Also a great hype-man.

you literally never need to worry when going to social events. He has enough confidence for the both of you.

probably hits a turning point when he realizes that the people he hangs out with are dicks when they make fun of people like you and does the tiniest bit of self-evaluation without coping horribly

not protective or jealous. Doesn’t even get mad really. Laid-back about so many things and knows how to roll with the punches, knows when to draw some lines. He's very honest too, in the funny way

eventually he does get okay with mediocrity and mundane activities. He still tries to make things more exciting now and then, it backfires but that's the fun of it

his cats love you

Dominator:

hoo boy where do I start

there is literally an entire episode on why she’s a terrible date. Her thought process in the beginning was LITERALLY ‘ughh I’m bored -> ugh lookit that planet -> ugh I bet those guys are having fun -> how dare they -> I wish I could DESTROY THEM’ like girl what

needless to say getting her ass kicked might’ve humbled her by like 5 percent but she’s still kill-happy

She perpetuates her own cycle of a ‘dog eat dog’ world by being a dick before anyone else can. Either because it’s self-defense or a competition or it’s fun

The way she speaks to you, even if she genuinely enjoys your company, she just can’t help but throw some insults in there. Not passive aggressive ones, just plain insults.

If you’re into that then a one night stand would be fun but she’ll forget your name the morning after

If Emperor Awesome is manipulative, then Lord Dominator is controlling. She doesn’t understand why you aren’t feeling what she thinks you’re supposed to be feeling, or dropping everything to come spend time with her immediately, or egging that innocent old man on her command.

her casual, bubbly attitude can be dissonant with the actual situation. it’s not that she can’t read a room, it’s that she’s thoroughly analyzed it and concluded that it’s either hilarious, irrelevant, or beneath her

The only way she’d even get close to you in the first place is if you had something she wanted in the first place, like information, status, or power.

the relationship is an accidental bonus, and now neither of you know what’s happening, and ‘oh god what do you mean you’re Lord fucking Dominator’

You are dating a gangly pocket knife with anger issues and hips for days. This might as well happen

She’ll deny it to her last breath but she’s fiercely protective of you, like how wild animals become protective of those they see as weaker than them. The way she shows this is either by kicking ass or glorious, glorious insults.

Pros (?):

"What is this?" "Affection." "Disgusting. Do it again."

If you’re indecisive or anxious, her authority fills that gap. She fully emits the vibe that she owns any room she walks into, and eventually she might have you learn to stand up for yourself too.

She’s not a Mean Girl, she can’t fake nice with a straight face. The phoniness also wears her out; she prefers telling it like it is. This is also a con

Lowkey really hopes you find her impressive, which is easy given all the things she can do, but also hard because of her loser vibes

If you learn to banter with her, arguments get entertaining, and it becomes a conversation in itself. You also need to out-weird her and annoy her as much as she annoys you. And now you both can get your way with minor conflict

you can watch cartoons and talk about pop culture together. Not to mention she can always entertain you or make you laugh, intentional or not. She can recite a whole gorey B-movie from memory, and also act it out, and it intimidates you but that's what happens when the wifi goes out and she's bored

Like Wander, you end up in dangerous shenanigans together. She’s passionate like Wander, assertive like Sylvia, chaotic like Hater, organized like Peepers, fun-loving like EA, and also smart and diabolical and talented and dorky in her own way.

#wander over yonder #my post #woy #woy wander #woy sylvia #sorry for making you read all that #emperor awesome #lord dominator #lord hater #commander peepers #x reader #y/n #headcanons

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lord-and-master · 1 month ago

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My Dearest Enemy [3]

◤• Commander Peepers x Reader • ◢

╰┈➤ This is not slow burn at all and with a serious tone (just saying!). This is THE THIRD CHAPTER, you can read the rest here:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/222059481-my-dearest-enemy

Chapter Three: And Yet I Hold On

Peepers sat there, his eye drooping wearily. He was usually hyper-vigilant, sharp-eyed and quick to bark orders at his subordinates. But today, he was different. He was exhausted, his orb ringed with dark shadows, his 'antenna' drooping listlessly. He hadn't slept all night, his mind replaying the events of the previous day over and over.

The army of watchdogs watched him with confusion. This wasn't the Commander they knew. This was a Commander who looked as if he'd been through the wringer.

And it wasn't just his appearance. His whole mannerism was different too. He was quieter, his usual sharpness and enthusiasm replaced by a weary slouch. He didn't snap at them when they made mistakes, instead just giving them a tired glare.

And as he began to hear whispers, he decided to ignore them completely, too lost in his own thoughts to care. He sipped his coffee, his eye staring blankly at the table in front of him.

He hadn't been this distracted in a long time. He had always prided himself on his focus and discipline, his ability to push away distracting thoughts and stay completely in the moment. But today, he found himself slipping back into memories, reliving moments from the past, wondering about possible futures.

And at the center of it all, was her.

The memory of her teasing smirk. The way she had toyed with him, her words and actions leaving him both intrigued and perplexed. He couldn't get her out of his head. He wanted to know more about her, to understand her.

To know why she kissed him.

But he wasn't sure if he'd get the chance. She had been flippant, unpredictable, and he had no idea if she'd even show up that day.

And as the minutes ticked by, he found himself growing more and more anxious. His eye kept swiveling towards the entrance to the cafeteria, hoping beyond hope that she would waltz through the door. That he would get his chance.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the door he was watching so intently slid open, and a figure entered, drawing Peepers' eye and his immediate attention. He hoped it was her, so so badly.

But no.

It was only his superior, Hater.

Sigh.

The skeleton walked into the cafeteria, and the mood instantly shifted. The watchdogs immediately snapped to attention, their expressions becoming serious and disciplined. Even Peepers straightened, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the presence of his boss.

And as he scanned over the army of watchdogs, his gaze abruptly came to a halt. "Oh there you are, Peeps!" Hater exclaimed in his usual pompous manner as he saw Peepers sitting at his lonely table, his voice piercing the silence. "Just the watchdog I wanted to talk to!"

The commander's 'antenna' perked up a bit at the sound of his superior, his weary eye watching as the skeleton strode towards him. "Morning, sir." he replied, trying his best to keep his voice steady, despite his exhausted state. He braced himself for his boss' undoubtedly demanding request.

And so, the man in charge came and hovered beside him, a wide grin on his face and a gleam in his eyes that Peepers knew meant trouble.

"I've got a new super awesome mission for us," he began, his tone oozing confidence. "And I need you to be in top form, Peepers. As in, not looking like a dead puppy." He gestured in a dumb manner, not a hint of concern in his voice.

The commander couldn't help but grimace slightly at Hater's words, a mix of irritation and resigned duty welling up in him. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with the skeleton's 'super awesome' mission.

"I'll be fine, sir," he responded with a tired sigh, hoping his voice wouldn't betray his fatigue.

Hater narrowed his eyes, his grin shifting into a disapproving frown as he studied Peepers' weary frame. He wasn't convinced.

"You look like garbage," he declared bluntly, his expression shifting from pompous to critical as he blinked at the watchdog in confusion. "When did you last sleep?"

The watchdog suppressed a sigh, his 'antenna' drooping further as the skeleton's assessment only confirmed what he already knew; he did look like trash. He looked and felt worn out, and his usually sharp-witted brain was sluggish.

And it was all thanks to her.

"Last night." he replied matter-of-factly, his voice neutral. It wasn't entirely a lie. He had slept a little. It just wasn't nearly enough.

Though Hater lifted an eyebrow at his response, clearly not buying it.

"You expect me to believe you look like that just from one night of not sleeping right?" He said, his tone incredulous. "What were you doing last night, partying or something?"

As he said that, he reached for the watchdogs' tray of food, grabbing a piece of fruit and throwing it in his mouth. Quietly, he grumbled, his orbs moving to the side like an offended child. "...without me?"

Peepers twitched, his irritation flaring at Hater's assumption. "No, Sir, I was not 'partying'!" he responded, throwing his hands slightly in the air with his one eye narrowed. Despite his weary state, he couldn't help but feel annoyed at Hater's casual invasion of his tray and his presumption that he would do something as plebeian as 'partying' without him.

The skeleton only blinked at him, still munching on the food like his question was a serious matter. He clearly didn't believe his second-in-command, as much as it angered the small watchdog.

The man in charge was so childish at times... it was actually quite saddening.

"I was simply.. busy." The commander added while rolling his eye, not wanting to get into the specifics, especially not in public.

Hater snorted, not looking very convinced. He spat out the piece of fruit at his subordinate - not caring that he blinded his vision for a split second -, his eyes still fixed on the smaller villain, studying his weary silhouette. "Busy, huh?" He grumbled, his tone laced with doubt. "Doing what? Paperwork or something equally boring?"

Peepers bristled at Hater's tone, his eye narrowing slightly. He really didn't want to get into this discussion, especially not with the person he knew wouldn't understand. Especially not when he was tired and more likely to let things slip. "Something like that," he mumbled, averting his gaze and pretending to find a piece of lint on his uniform interesting. Anything to avoid the skeleton's penetrating gaze.

Hater watched him a moment longer, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. He clearly wasn't satisfied with The commander's vague answers, but he seemed content to drop the subject for now.

"Alright, whatever," he said, waving one hand as if discarding the topic from his mind. However, the watchdog knew Hater well enough to know that this wasn't the end of it. Yet for now, he decided to drop the subject. "Anyways, about this mission I told you about.." With a more eager tone, he threw away the edible, and puffed up his chest proudly.

Peepers was simultaneously relieved and worried when his boss changed the subject. Relieved because he didn't have to give any more answers about his night. Worried because he doubted the mission would be anything less than tedious and energy demanding.

"What.. kind of mission is it, Sir?" he asked, trying to keep the exhaustion out of his weary voice.

Hater's skeletal grin widened, a flash of egotistical pride in his eyes. "Well, I had this amazing idea," he began, his tone dripping with self-importance. "We're going to conquer a planet, and this time, I have a bulletproof plan. No distractions, no interruptions, just us, the planet, and my awesome-ness!"

Oh joy.

Peepers thought sarcastically. his 'antenna' drooping even more at the enthusiastic declaration. A mission to conquer a planet sounded like the exact type of thing he didn't need right now; physically demanding, mentally exhausting, and probably lasting for days, if not weeks. But he held back any complaints. It was his duty to support Lord Hater, regardless of his own personal state.

And well, it was their goal to conquer the Galaxy, was it not?

Even if Hater's view on the matter was a bit... one-sided.

"Sounds.. great, Sir!" he forced himself to say, his voice betraying none of his internal dread.

The grin on the skeleton's face widened, seemingly oblivious to Peepers' lack of enthusiasm. He thumped a hand on the table, the sound echoing through the quiet cafeteria. "You bet it's great!" He exclaimed, his voice loud and booming, gaining glances from the other watchdogs in the room. "We're gonna show that planet who's boss! And all thanks to my genius planning!"

The commander resisted the urge to roll his eye. Hater's constant bragging and self-congratulation could be tiresome at the best of times, but right now, with his brain fuzzy from exhaustion and his mind still preoccupied, it was particularly irritating.

"Right... your genius, Sir." he forced himself to reply, his voice flat and lacking any hint of praise.

Though his superior didn't seem to catch the lack of admiration in the watchdog's tone. But even if he did, he definitely ignored it.

"Damn right, it's my genius!" he declared, puffing out his non-existing chest. He then leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And don't you forget it, Peepers. I expect you to be at the top of your game for this mission. No slacking, no screw-ups, got it?"

The watchdog suppressed a wince at Hater's words.

At the top of his game? Yeah, right.

How was he supposed to be at the top of his game when he could barely keep his eye open? But again, he held back his complaints. His personal issues didn't matter. Hater wanted him to be ready, so ready he would be, no matter how exhausted he was.

"Yes sir." he managed to say, mustering the best determined expression he could in his weary state.

Hater seemed satisfied with his response, his egotistical grin returning. "That's my Commander!" he exclaimed, slapping a hand on Peepers' shoulder, nearly causing him to tumble off his seat. "I can always count on you to get the job done, even when you look like..."

He trailed off, studying his commander's tired frame with new suspicion in his orbs.

The smaller villain winced silently at the sudden touch, his weary body nearly toppling over. He managed to remain seated, but the contact made him acutely aware of just how exhausted he truly was.

How was he going to get through this mission?

Hater's gaze continued to scrutinize him, his skeletal features twisting into a slight frown as he took in the weary state of his subordinate. "Seriously Peepers, you look horrible," he finally declared, his tone laced with skepticism. "You sure you're up for a mission? I mean, you can hardly stay sitting up straight."

Peepers bristled slightly at hisobservation. He knew he looked bad, but he didn't need to be reminded of it. He was already struggling to keep it together, but the remark only added to his stress.

"I'll be fine, sir," he replied, mustering up as much determination as he could, his voice not betraying his weariness. "I might not be at my best, but I can still fulfill my duties."

Hater gave a skeptical hum, seemingly unconvinced by Peepers' assurances. He narrowed his eyes, studying the Commander's weary face closely.

"I don't know, Peepers," he grumbled, tapping a skeletal finger against his ribcage. "If you can't even sit up straight, how are you gonna lead a mission?" He pointed his finger in the air to make a point. "And a very important one, mind you!"

Ah, right. He was supposed to lead the mission, like always.

The comander felt a pang of anxiety at Hater's words. He had been so focused on his own tiredness, he hadn't even considered the fact that he would be leading the mission. He was supposed to be strong, reliable, a model of discipline and determination for his troops. How could he manage that when he could barely keep his eye from shutting?

But he couldn't show weakness, especially not in front of Hater. He swallowed his anxiety and steeled his voice into an approximation of confidence. "I'll manage, sir. I always do."

Hater continued his skeptical stare, his gaze flickering over Peepers' slumped form. He was clearly doubting the Commander's ability to lead the mission, but he seemingly decided not to push the matter.

"Alright, if you say so," he grumbled, his voice laced with doubt. "But if you mess this up, you'll personally be the first to face my wrath, you hear me, Peeps?"

The watchdog suppressed a sigh of relief as Hater finally seemed to drop the matter. Although he could still see the skepticism in the skeleton's eyes. "Understood, sir," he replied, trying to sound as formal and assured as possible. "You have my word, the mission will be a success."

He had to do this. He had to be the commander he knew he was, no matter how exhausted he felt.

He straightened up in his seat, his determination growing. "I'll prepare the troops for our departure immediately, sir," he stated, trying to ignore the weariness in the pit of his stomach. And at that, the gaze of his superior shifted from skepticism to satisfaction at his response. He seemed pleased that the Commander was not succumbing to his tired state. "That's more like it, Peeps," he huffed, his ego inflating. "I knew I could count on you to get things moving."

He then gave a careless wave of his hand. "I'll leave the rest to you. You know what to do."

Peepers nodded at Hater's words, his eyes shining just a tiniest bit in acknowledgement. "Yes, Sir!" he replied, already mentally planning his next course of action.

He needed to go over the mission details, select the right troops, assign roles and responsibilities, and a hundred other little things that he usually completed with great ease. But in his current state, he felt as if he might forget some crucial detail and doom the entire mission to fail. Though despite his inner turmoil, he pushed the anxiety aside and started to stand up, intending to get to work as soon as possible, but as he did, a wave of dizziness crashed over him.

His balance wavered for a moment, and he had to grip the edge of the table to remain standing.

That wasn't good. Not good at all

Peepers internally cursed as the wave of dizziness washed over him, nearly toppling him over. He could feel Hater's eyes on him again, and he knew he must look as weak as he felt right at that moment. He quickly schooled his expression into one of determination again, trying to hide the internal struggle he was facing. He couldn't afford to show weakness now, not in front of his troops. Not in front of the skeleton.

"You alright there, Peeps?"

Hater's voice broke through the commander's inner turmoil, thick with suspicion and hint of... concern? No, the watchdog was just imagining things surely. His superior was watching him again, that shrewd gleam in his eyes as he observed the struggle in front of him.

"Of course I'm alright!" He wanted to snap, but he held his tongue, knowing it would do no good. Instead, he gave a small nod and forced a slight smirk onto his weary features. "Just a momentary spell of vertigo, Sir." He said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Nothing to worry about." With that he closed his optic and crossed his arms confidently.

Hater observed him for a moment longer, clearly not fully buying his reassurance. But, after a moment, he huffed and shrugged. "If you say so," he grumbled, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Just make sure it stays a 'momentary spell' and doesn't mess up our mission, got it?"

The watchdog nodded again, trying not to grimace at the way Hater's words stung. He was far from alright, but his boss didn't need to know that.

"I will, Sir." He replied firmly, even though it felt like his energy was slowly draining with each passing second. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into his bed and sleep for a week, but that wasn't an option.

He was the commander. He had a mission to lead. He had to be strong.

Hater's skeletal grin returned, clearly satisfied with Peepers' response. He clapped a hand on the Commander's shoulder again, causing him to wince once again internally at the touch. "That's the spirit, Peeps!" he exclaimed, seemingly unaware of the Commander's actual condition. "You go get everything prepared. Let's get this show on the road!"

The smaller villain gritted his teeth as Hater patted his shoulder again, the contact sending jolts of fatigue through his weary body. He desperately wanted to brush off Hater's touch, to scream and shout and make the skeleton understand that he could hardly keep his eye open, let alone lead a mission.

But he knew it would fall on deaf ears.

Instead, he forced a nod and a tight smile. "Right away, sir," he replied, his voice strained yet determined.

Hater gave a satisfied grunt, seemingly completely oblivious to the strain in Peepers' voice. "That's what I like to hear!" he declared, hovering back, a smug smile on his face. "Go on then, go get busy. I have important things to take care of too, you know." He placed his hands on the sides of his hips in a confident manner.

At that, the second-in-command nodded again, barely holding back a sigh. The last thing he wanted to do was leave, but he had a mission to prepare for. His exhaustion was starting to really show, and he had to keep himself standing with all his limited willpower. And so, he gave Hater a half-hearted salute before he turned on his heel and forced himself to stride away, back straight and expression determined.

As the commander left the cafeteria, he noticed a few of the other watchdogs watching him from the corner of his eye. He could see them whispering to each other, glancing at him with expressions of worry and curiosity once more.

"He looks terrible."

"Is he alright?"

He ignored them all, focusing on keeping his gait steady and assured. He couldn't afford to show any weakness to his troops. As the small villain pushed his way through the base, he noticed a few of them stopped to give him a salute. But he could see their eyes lingering on him, their expressions ranging from concern to confusion to pity.

He hated it. He hated the way they were looking at him, like he was made of glass, like he was seconds from collapsing.

He swallowed down the urge to snap at them, to tell them he was fine, that he was the Commander of Lord Hater's Grand Army and he didn't need their concern. But he knew it was useless. He could see the bewilderment in their scarlet orbs, the uncertainty on their faces. They were seeing their Commander, the one who had always seemed so strong and unshakable, faltering.

It was a strange feeling, to be vulnerable in front of his troops. He had always put up a mask of strength and determination, never letting them see the doubts and fears that plagued him. But now, he couldn't help but show his exhaustion. It was written all over his weary frame.

He could still feel the watchdogs' eyes on him as he passed, the words of their hushed conversations reaching his ears.

"He looks worse than ever..."

"I've never seen him like this before..."

"Do you think something happened?"

"H̴̢̼̟͒́̑e̸͎͔̋͊̓̔̈͘'̶̻͇͉̹͔̮̼͊̈̈́͑̋s̶̛͎̺̰̈́͆̄ ̷̤̣̘͚̉p̶̢̦̮̂̃̑͛̋ă̴̼͈t̷̮̤̩̔̾͠h̴̘̄̃̓̚e̵̯̝̩̭̣̮̽͒t̷̛̰͙͉̘͇̿̓̐̃͂̎ḯ̴̻̭̩̇̕͜c̷͙̥͂͂̇́".̷̢̨̱̼̠͓̲̊̆̕͝

Peepers froze. That... wasn't one of the watchdogs, was it? He must have been hearing things from his fatigue surely.

R-Right?

He shook his head, he had no time for things like that.

As Peepers entered his small room, he let out a sigh of relief. He was finally alone, away from the prying eyes of his troops. The weight of his exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks as he closed the door behind him, his shoulders slumping and his eye closing for a moment.

At last, some peace and solitude.

"Hey." A female voice called out, the tone smug.

"Hey." The commander replied, like it was nothing.

...wait.

Peepers jumped in surprise, his own voice getting stuck in his throat, spinning around to see the woman he longed to see laying on his bed, a sly smirk on her lips. She looked utterly indifferent, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for her to be lounging in his sleeping quarters.

His heart rate quickened as anger and embarrassment washed over him. How the hell did she get in here? "What the... what are you doing here?" he demanded, pushing himself away from the door and striding towards the bed.

But even if he was startled, he couldn't shake the small flicker of happiness in his chest.

He was glad to see her, as strange as it was to admit.

The human female however merely smirked at his outburst, lounging back against his pillow as if it was hers. Her eyes glittered with amusement, and there was a hint of something else. Something that made his heart skip a beat in his chest. "You look tired, Commander." she observed, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Late night?"

Peepers' 'antenna' bristled at her observation. He was tired, exhausted even, and there was no denying it. But to be called out on it, by her of all people, made aggravation flare within him.

"Yeah, I wonder why..." he bit back, his voice laced with annoyance. "Maybe because someone decided to pay me an unexpected visit yesterday and keep me up all night!" He glared at her, his fists tightening slightly from irritation.

The woman's smirk widened at his response, seemingly finding his reaction amusing. "Oh, come on, Commander," she chided, her voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You can't blame me for your insomnia." Peepers opened his invisible mouth to protest but she continued, her tone turning slightly sly. "Unless, of course... you're still thinking about last night."

The villain felt himself flush a deep crimson at her words. He had been trying his best to push the events of the previous night out of his mind, but her reminder had brought it all back in an instant. The warmth of her touch, the electric feeling of her lips on his... And the infuriating way she had left without a word, as if it hadn't meant a thing to her.

"I-I am not!" he protested, his voice embarrassingly high-pitched.

Yeah right.

The woman's smirk widened into a knowing grin at his response, clearly enjoying his flustered state. "Oh really?" she drawled, her voice mocking. "Then why is your face the same shade as some parts of your uniform, Commander?"

Peepers' flush deepened at her observation. He couldn't deny it, she had a point. He was blushing, like a damn fool in fact. He tried to come up with a retort, anything to deflect her teasing. But his weary brain struggled to find the words.

"I-it's just hot in here, that's all." He managed to stutter out, knowing full well it was a lame excuse. He could already see her raising an eyebrow, her smirk growing even wider.

"Oh, is it?" she teased, shifting on the bed so that she was leaning closer, her face now mere inches from his. "Or is it just your memories of last night that are making you all hot and bothered, Commander?"

Her proximity was making his heart race even faster. He could smell the faint, intoxicating scent of her perfume, and he had to actively stop himself from leaning in.

"Shut up," he muttered, his flustered tone betraying his annoyance. "You're enjoying this far too much."

And she was. Her eyes were glittering with mischief as she observed his flustered state, clearly deriving great pleasure from it.

"If you want it you can just ask for it, you know." She stated bluntly, her face as nonchalant as ever as she leaned towards him slightly.

Peepers tried and failed to suppress a shiver as her words washed over him. The bluntness of her statement, combined with the closeness of her face, was making it hard to think straight. "I-I.. what?" he managed to stutter out, his 'antenna' quivering. He knew exactly what she was talking about, but the fact that she was saying it so straightforwardly was both infuriating and alluring.

Her sly grin widened at his confused stammering, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Commander." she chided, her voice dropping to a suggestive murmur. She moved even closer, just a little bit, and the watchdog could feel the warmth of her breath against his face. "Or do I have to spell it out for you?"

Peepers' mind was reeling. She was too close, her presence alone was making his heart pound furiously against his ribs. It was getting hard to think, to even speak. He opened his mouth to protest, to deny her words, to tell her to back off. But what came out was a shaky, breathless exhale. "You... you're just... playing with me again, aren't you?" he managed to get out, his voice far quieter and less certain than he intended.

She hummed at his uncertanity. "Now why would I do that, Commander?" she purred, her voice like velvet in his ears. She reached out a hand, her fingers brushing the edge of his 'antenna', sending sparks of electricity through his body.

"I did keep my word from last night, didn't I?" she reminded him, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

Peepers' mind was a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. The touch of her hand against his hypersensitive helmet (even though it made no sense) sent jolts of pleasure through his weary frame, and he had to resist the urge to lean into her touch.

The memory of their kiss the night before was vividly clear in his mind, and hearing her bring it up again was only serving to remind him of it. Still, doubt and uncertainty tugged at his mind. The fear that she was just toying with him, mocking him for his weakness. Though the female seemed to sense his doubts, her smirk fading slightly. She reached up, her hand gently cupping the side of his face, and he leaned into the contact almost involuntary.

"Why would I toy with you like that, Commander?" she asked, her voice low and gentle. "Why would I do it again after I told you that I'd come back?"

Actually, you didn't - was what Peepers wanted to say, but he wasn't able to.

Her eyes were almost soft as they met his, but there was a hint of something else there too. Something he couldn't quite place. The watchdog wanted to believe her, to trust her words. But he couldn't shake off the doubt entirely. Too many times had she left him confused and frustrated, only to reappear as she pleased. It had played havoc with his emotions, leaving him in a tangled mess of confusion and want.

"Because..." his voice was strained and shaky as he spoke, barely above a whisper. "Because you find pleasure in tormenting me."

An eyebrow she raised at his words.

And just like that, he felt her press her lips against his. It wasn't as deep as yesterday, just a small sensation that left him in a massive form of desire. However, she quickly pulled away from it, her eyes showing an unfamiliar glint. "Is this torment?" She asked, before moving to his neck, her breath hot and inviting. "Or is this?" With that, she left soft kisses on that part of his body, her eyes closed softly.

Peepers couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of her lips against his skin. The small peck on his was a tantalizing reminder of the night before, leaving him wanting more. Her lips tracing a path down his neck, hot breath caressing his skin as her eyes closed, drinking in the moment. A tingling shiver erupted across his frame, betraying his desire, his surrender. Each tender kiss was like a flame upon his weary form, igniting a yearning, a need for more.

Her question echoed in his ears, his mind too caught up to form a response. Her actions, her presence, it was all too much...

But at the same time, it wasn't.

He wanted more, he craved more. Every gentle touch, every kiss, it was like a drug, making him crave further closeness, further contact.

His mind was spinning and he was barely aware of his own actions. His arms moved of their own accord, wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He could feel her body press against his, her warmth seeping into him. Her scent filled his nostrils, her breath caressed his skin, and he found himself losing what little control he had left.

He couldn't deny it any longer. He wanted her.

The thought should have horrified him, it did horrify him, but at the same time, he couldn't care less. The need for her overpowered everything else.

But then, he realized.

The mission.

The realization of what he was doing, what he was about to do, hit him like a punch to the gut. He was supposed to be preparing for something important, something that his superior asked him to do, and here he was, about to throw all caution to the wind for a few moments of pleasure.

And with her, of all people.

He drew a deep, shaking breath, trying to will himself to back away. But his body wouldn't listen, his arms only tightened around her, holding her firmly against him. His heart was racing, pounding furiously against his ribs as he battled with his thoughts. A part of him, a larger part than he cared to admit, was desperate to ignore the mission, to throw it all away and fully give into her. Another part, the logical part, screamed that it was foolish, that it would lead to nothing but trouble.

He could feel his resistance wearing down, his resolve weakening. Her body against his, her breath on his skin, it was all so distracting.

But no. Hater needed him. Peepers couldn't just throw away a chance to conquer another planet, not when the skeleton finally started coming back to their plans.

"W-wait!" he managed to gasp out, his voice shaky and strained. His arms trembled around her, desperate to pull her closer and push her away at the same time. Every part of him was screaming, torn between his obligations and his desires. The human didn't help matters as her mouth moved against his neck, her kisses more frantic, more insistent. He gave a soft, choked moan, his willpower faltering slightly as pleasure washed over him. "I-I need... to prepare.. the mission..." he tried to form a coherent thought, to focus on his responsibilities, but it was getting harder and harder.

God, he wanted her. He wanted her so bad, it was like a physical ache.

Her lips against his skin, her body pressed against his, it was driving him crazy. It was becoming impossible to think, to breathe. All he could feel was her, all he could think about was her.

No. He needed to focus. He had to pull away, to regain control, he had to...

He couldn't.

In the embrace of her touch, he found himself drowning. Each caress sparked a rush of pleasure. Unable to contain his ecstasy, he groaned aloud, his hands gripping her tighter, pulling her ever closer. Her softness, warmth, perfection, all merging into one blissful sensation. Every thought of the mission, of Hater, of everything was fading into the background, overshadowed by the need, the desperate want for her.

"Commander," her voice was a whisper against his sensitive neck, her breath warm, sending a shiver down his spine. Her hands moved up, her fingers trailing on his anntena, pulling gently. He gave another involuntary moan, his resolve crumbling further.

"Stop thinking," she murmured, her mouth moving towards his ear. "Stop fighting me." And even if she kissed him, there was that familiar hint of coldness in her voice. He didn't know if he really did, but he was sure that he also heard her whisper..."Fight him."

Those few words had the effect of snapping him out of his lust-filled haze. There it was again, that hint of something else in her voice. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but it was there. It gave him pause, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of his stomach that had nothing to do with his current predicament.

And then he shook his head, trying to regain control. "___, the mission." As much as he didn't want to go, to leave her, he had to. "I have to prepare."

Her eyes, the same ones that had just moments ago been filled with tender intimacy, now had a cold fire in them. Her expression darkened, and her voice was hard as she retorted. "Oh, so the mission's more important, is it?"

She pushed herself back from him, her lips pressed into a thin line. There was a flash of anger and hurt in her eyes, which quickly faded into a cold glare.

"You'd rather prepare for the mission than spend time with me, is that it?

Peepers couldn't help but flinch slightly at the change in her demeanor. The sudden coldness, the anger in her voice caught him off guard. He was tempted to give in, to ignore the mission and focus on her. However, the logical part of his mind won out, pushing the desires aside. He gave a small, reluctant nod, knowing it would only add fuel to the fire. "Yes," he admitted, his voice firm. "The mission is important. I have responsibilities to attend to."

Her cold glare darkened further at his words, her anger flaring like a small storm. "Responsibilities," she repeated, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and disdain. "Because of course you do. Of course you can't just give up your little military routine for a couple of hours. You have to be the perfect, ever-so-loyal commander, don't you?" she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

And then, that smirk coated her lips, but it wasn't as mocking as always. It was cold. "Weren't you the one that said Hater holds you down?" She sat on the bed more confidently, her eyes darkening even more. "You know, back on the Ferris Wheel."

Peepers felt his heart drop into his stomach as she brought up the Ferris Wheel. It was a low blow, bringing up his own vulnerability against him. But her words stirred something within him. He did feel held down by Hater, like an invisible anchor tied him to his captain, preventing him from being himself, from being his own person.

He bit the inside of his cheek, his orb quivering slightly. "That's... different," he protested, though his voice was quieter than usual. She chuckled, a bitter sound that made him shiver. "Is it?" she asked, her eyes cold and mocking. "Is it really any different? You still let him hold you down, still play the loyal little commander, even though he constantly lets you down."

Her words stung. She was right, and he hated it. Hater did let him down, time and time again. Yet here he was, still loyal, still obeying.

The truth in her words filled him with a complex mixture of emotions. Anger, at himself for being so blind to Hater's faults, and at ___for bringing it all out into the open. Yet at the same time, he couldn't deny her words. It was true, he had been letting Hater hold him back, keeping him from being more than just a loyal commander. He had settled, had become complacent.

And it hurt, more than he'd care to admit.

Her smirk widened at his hesitation, sensing his internal turmoil like a predator sensing weakness. "Don't you want more?" she pressed, her voice a soft, silky whisper. "Don't you want to be free? To live your own life, without being tied down to someone as... incompetent as Hater?"

Her words hit him like a dagger to the heart. Of course, he wanted more, he wanted freedom. The idea of being his own person, without the weight of Hater's failures on his shoulders, it was tempting. So very tempting.

He opened his mouth to reply, but no words would come out. He was too lost in his thoughts, too conflicted by her words. They hit too close to home, uncovering feelings he had tried to suppress for so long.

She leaned closer, her eyes fixed on his. "Imagine it, Commander," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Imagine what you could do without Hater holding you back. No more failures, no more disappointments. Just you, free to do whatever you want, to become the person you're supposed to be."

Her words were like honey, sweetly, temptingly pouring into his ears. The idea of being free, of not having to constantly clean up after Hater's mistakes, it was so appealing.

He found himself drawn to her, her voice a siren's song, luring him in.

Yet, at the same time, a small voice of reason whispered in the back of his mind. Hater was his captain, his friend. He couldn't just abandon him, no matter how frustrating he sometimes was.

She seemed to sense his inner conflict. "But you're loyal," she taunted, her voice filled with mocking sympathy. "To Hater. You would never think to abandon him, even though he constantly lets you down."

She reached out a hand, tracing a finger lightly along the sensitive flesh of his antenna. The touch sent a shiver down his spine, making him shiver. Her words cut deep, hitting him where it hurt the most. She was right. No matter how much Hater's failure annoyed him, bothered him, he could never bring himself to abandon him. Even when it was so painfully obvious that his captain wasn't fit to lead.

And yet, the touch of her finger on his antenna felt too good, too pleasurable. He found himself leaning into her touch, his resolve faltering.

She chuckled, a low, almost cruel sound, sensing his inner turmoil. "Look at you," she taunted, her voice filled with mockery. "So loyal, so obedient. Even when your captain treats you like a worthless tool." Her hand moved up the lighting bolt on his helmet, her touch light but purposeful, sending sparks of pleasure through him, making him shiver.

Her words stung, but he couldn't deny them. Hater did treat him like a tool, an afterthought, rarely caring for his opinions. He was constantly putting down Peepers' efforts, only recognizing his mistakes.

But the touch on his antenna... it was addictive, a distraction that muddled his thoughts, making it harder to think clearly.

She leaned even closer, her voice a sultry whisper in his ear. "You don't have to be loyal to him, Commander," she murmured, her hand still tracing delicate patterns on his sensitive spot. "You don't have to be a slave to his failures, his incompetence."

With each word, her touch became more intense, more pleasurable, sending waves of heat through him as his mind became more and more clouded.

He was at war with himself. Part of him, the rational part, knew she was manipulating him, using his insecurities and his desires against him. He should pull away, resist her, remain loyal to Hater. But another part, the growing part, the part that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, was leaning into her touch, drowning in the pleasure it brought. Every stroke, every caress was causing his resolve to crumble, bit by bit.

The woman's smirk widened, her touch even more intense now, her fingers tracing the delicate 'flesh'. "You don't need Hater," she whispered, her voice both sultry and harsh. "You're better than him, stronger, more capable. You can be so much more than just his commander."

With each word, her touch became more intoxicating, filling his mind with a haze of pleasure that made it harder and harder to think straight. He could feel himself losing control, his mind becoming more and more clouded by her touch. Her words echoed in his head, their truth too hard to ignore. He was better than Hater, wasn't he? He could achieve more, be more, if he wasn't tied down by the skeleton. He could be free. With her, maybe, he could-

No.

No, he couldn't think like that. Hater needed him, he was still his captain. Even despite his flaws, his failures, he still... cared, in his own way. Right?

Her chuckle was both mocking and knowing, as if she could perfectly see his thoughts. "You're still hesitating," she stated, her voice filled with derision. "Still trying to cling to your loyalty, your pathetic devotion to Hater." Her touch became even more intense, even more pleasurable, making it increasingly hard for him to think straight. Each stroke caused another shiver to run down his spine.

Her smirk grew more pronounced as she continued, her fingers tracing circles on his antenna. "You really care about that failure of a captain, don't you?" she cooed, her voice half mocking, half sympathetic. Her words pierced his small villanous heart, igniting a mixture of anger and guilt. She was right, damn it. Hater was a failure, and yet he still cared about him. He still felt beholden to his captain, despite everything.

She leaned in even closer now, her breath warm against his ear. "But tell me, Commander," she purred, her voice almost sultry. "When was the last time Hater appreciated your work? The last time he actually cared about what you did?"

The question hit a nerve, stirring the long-suppressed feelings of neglect and frustration. Hater had never really been a good leader, never really showed genuine gratitude for his efforts.

Peepers felt a pang of guilt and frustration at her words. She was right, as much as he hated to admit it. Hater rarely, if ever, showed any acknowledgement for his work, for his dedication and effort. It was infuriating, but he could never bring himself to confront his captain, to demand the recognition he deserved. Instead, he swallowed his pride and continued to serve, hoping, foolishly, that one day Hater would finally appreciate him.

He really was pathetic, wasn't he?

Her voice softened further, almost seductive. "You deserve more than that, Commander. More than a captain who ignores your efforts, who overlooks your worth." She shifted, moving her body closer still, pressing against him more insistently. As she spoke, her fingers continued to caress, the ecstasy it inflicted making it even harder to think.

Her words were like poison, seeping into his mind and taking root. He did deserve more, didn't he? He had worked too hard, suffered too much, to be treated so dismissively by Hater.

He could feel her body against his, her touch sending waves of heat through him. It was maddening, this mixture of anger, guilt, and pleasure. It made him want to pull away from her, yet at the same time, he didn't want her to stop.

"Why stay with Hater," she asked, her voice a seductive whisper, her hand still gently tracing his antenna, "when you can have so much more?" She leaned in even closer, her body pressing against him with an almost possessive force. Her words and her touch together were almost intolerable, filling his mind with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings.

More. The word echoed in his mind, mingling with the pleasure from her touch and the bitter memories it stirred. He could have more, couldn't he? He could be free from Hater, free from the constant stress and disappointment his captain brought.

But at what cost?

The question hovered in the back of his mind, fighting with the intoxicating pleasure her touch inflicted. He felt torn, pulled between the desire for freedom and the loyalty that had been hammered into his very core.

Her body pressed against him with increasing urgency, her hand on his antenna tracing more intense patterns, making it even harder to think. His mind was a tangle of emotions, his desires fighting against his ingrained loyalty to Hater. He knew he should pull away, resist her, remain loyal to his captain. But her words, her touch... they were all so tempting, so intoxicating. It was becoming harder and harder to think straight.

But no. Hater was his friend, not just his boss. He couldn't just push him away, forget about his existence.

His thoughts were like a bucket of ice water dashed over his heated mind. Yes, Hater was his friend. They had been through everything together, from countless battles to humiliating failures. They had grown to trust and depend on each other over the years. He couldn't just abandon him, no matter how much his own desires pulled him in the other direction. Loyalty, not just to his captain, but to his friend, was what made him who he was.

He took a sharp breath and took a step back, pulling away from her, and more importantly her alcoholic touch.

He took a moment to recompose himself, to pull his thoughts and emotions back into some semblance of order. His sensitive area was still tingling from her touch, and his body was telling him to stay, to experience more of that pleasure. But he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing his mind on his duty, his loyalty. When he spoke, his voice held a newfound resolve, a conviction that even shocked him a bit. "I can't," he stated, his tone firm. "I can't betray Hater like that."

Her usual smirk turned into a frown, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. "You're still clinging to him? After everything I've said? After everything he's done, or rather hasn't done?" Her tone was filled with disapproval and frustration, a stark contrast to the seductive sweetness she had used earlier.

Peepers stood his ground, his determination holding strong despite her disapproval. A part of him was struggling, torn between his loyalty and his desires, but he kept his voice steady, his resolve unwavering. "Yes," he stated clearly. "I am. Hater is my captain, my friend, my..." He hesitated for a moment, a small internal war fighting within him before he continued. "...companion. I can't forget our history, our bond, no matter how hard you try to sway me."

The commander swallowed hard, the truth in her words cutting deep. Yes, Hater often treated him poorly, overlooked his efforts, and took him for granted. It hurt, gods, it hurt so much. But he couldn't bring himself to admit it, to give voice to those feelings. Instead, he lifted his chin, his voice steady despite the tangle of emotions battling inside him. "It's complicated. You wouldn't understand." he said simply, refusing to give her an admission of weakness.

Her eyes narrowed further, her irritation growing. "It's not complicated," she retorted, her tone harsh. "It's clear as day. Hater treats you like dirt, yet you still cling to him like a lost puppy. It's pathetic." Her words stung, but he refused to let it show. He couldn't let her see how her words affected him. So he held his ground, his resolve solidifying further.

"It's not about him treating me well or badly," he countered, his voice firm. "It's about loyalty, about our history, our bond. I know he isn't the best leader, I know he has his flaws. But..." He paused, his voice breaking slightly, betraying a hint of the internal conflict he was battling. "But he's still my boss. My friend. I can't just... abandon him like that."

At that, the woman's eye twitched slightly. She wanted to say something, but decided against it. Instead, she bit her tongue and formed a different response. Her annoyance turned to something close to disgust. "You're a fool," she stated, her voice harsh and cold. "A pathetic, loyal fool. Hater doesn't care about you, not really. He only sees you as another part of his army, a tool to be used and discarded as he pleases."

Her words were like stabs to the heart, but he held his ground, refusing to back down despite the turmoil inside him. He clenched his fists, struggling to keep his emotions in check. Her words were hitting all the right - or rather, wrong - places. He knew they rang with truth, but he couldn't, wouldn't admit it.

"He does care about me," he protested, his voice firm. "In his own way, he does. He may not show it often, he may not appreciate me like he should, but he..."

He trailed off, realizing how weak his defense sounded.

She chuckled cruelly, her eyes filled with disdain. "You're kidding yourself," she taunted, her voice filled with mockery. "He doesn't respect you, let alone care about you. You're nothing to him but a pawn, a soldier, a disposable tool in his grand scheme. But please, do keep deluding yourself into thinking otherwise. It's endearing to see how blindly loyal you are."

Every word was like a lance through his heart. He wanted to deny it, to shout at her, but the truth was impossible to ignore. Hater did often treat him like a throwaway pawn, his loyalty taken for granted. But even knowing this, even feeling the sting of it deep inside, he couldn't bring himself to admit it. He took a breath, his voice firm despite the turmoil within. "I know he's not perfect," he stated, his eyes locked on hers. "But I can't abandon him. I won't."

Her expression darkened, her annoyance becoming something close to anger. "Why are you so eager to cling to him? He doesn't deserve your loyalty, your devotion. He's a failed captain, a failed leader. Why can't you see that?" Her voice held a mixture of frustration and disbelief. She was trying so hard to get him to understand, yet he was stubbornly, desperately loyal to someone who didn't deserve it.

Suddenly a scoff could be heard. "Fine." With that, she stood up from the bed, threatening to disappear again. "By all means.. drown in your loyality."

As she stood up, a spark of panic flared up within him. "Wait, where are you going?"

She paused, looking back at him with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment. "I'm done trying to convince you," she stated bluntly. "You're too loyal, too stubborn. You refuse to see the truth, even when it's right in front of you."

She turned her back on him, a gesture full of indifference and irritation. "Enjoy your loyalty, Commander. I'm sure it will only bring you more frustration and disappointment." Her dismissal felt like a blow. She was giving up on him, on her attempt to sway him from his loyalty. He should feel relieved, shouldn't he? But instead, a pang of disappointment washed over him.

No, he didn't want her to give up.

He took a step forward, a desperate plea on his lips, "Wait-" He caught himself, however, his resolve refusing to let him back down. Instead, he managed to bite back the plea, replacing it with a firm directive. "Stay."

She halted, turning to face him again. Her expression was still annoyed but there was a hint of mockery and surprise now. "Stay?" she asked, her voice filled with ridicule. "Why should I? You've clearly chosen your path. Your loyalty to Hater is more important than anything else, isn't it? Even me..."

His hand clenched into a fist. He didn't like that tone, that mocking challenge. He didn't like what it made him feel inside. "No," he protested, his voice firm. "That's not-" He stopped, his mind struggling between his loyalty to Hater and the strong mix of emotions the woman's presence stirred. Frustration, anger, longing... he felt like he was torn between them at her every word, her every glance.

She smirked, amused by his struggle. "Not so sure now, are you?" she teased, taking a step closer to him. Her voice was taunting, designed to provoke a reaction. "You can't decide, can you? Between me and your dear Lord Hater." Her proximity made it harder to think straight, to maintain his resolve. His antenna twitched, the memories of her touch still strong in his mind. He struggled to find his voice, his mind tangled with conflicting emotions.

"It's more complicated than that," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "You make it sound so... black and white."

She chuckled, taking another step closer. Now she was standing right in front of him, their bodies only inches apart. "Is it, though?" she purred, her eyes locking onto his. "It's quite simple, really. I'm offering you everything he can't. Freedom, recognition, appreciation, pleasure." Her words were like a sultry caress, her proximity sending waves of heat through him. Her voice, the look in her eyes... it was intoxicating, making it even harder to think straight. But beneath the heat, beneath the temptation, he felt a pang of loyalty, a pang of guilt.

He knew he should back away, but his feet refused to move. Instead, his mind struggled with warring desires, his heart torn in two.

"You've given him everything," She continued, her voice a seductive murmur. "Loyalty, devotion, obedience. And what has he given you in return?" She let the question hang in the air for a moment before answering it herself, her voice dripping with mockery. "Nothing. He's given you nothing. Just more demands, more tasks for you to complete."

Her words stung, hitting a sensitive nerve. She was right; he had given everything to Hater, and for what? The captain often took him for granted, failed to appreciate his efforts or even recognize them. But despite this, he couldn't bring himself to sever the ties that linked them.

He swallowed, his voice strained as he replied yet again, "He's... he's my superior. My friend."

"See, you say that again and again..." She smirked, though the amused expression slowly began to disappear. "And yet you struggle." She frowned, turning on her heel. "Well, whatever. I already made my choice." She finished, beginning to push the door open.

Her abrupt movement and the sound of the door opening snapped him out of his daze. The thought of her leaving, the possibility that he would lose this chance, this... whatever it was they had, sent a wave of panic through him. He reached out, his hand grabbing her wrist.

"Wait!" His voice sounded strangled, desperate even to his own ears.

But she ignored him, and as she opened the door her eyes blinked a few times, her expression still nonchalant.

"Huh."

Hater was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

Peepers froze, his hand still on the human's wrist. Hater's presence made him gulp. The captain's expression was a mix of irritation and something closer to hurt, perhaps even anger. He was staring right at his subordinate and ___, his eyes taking in the situation.

The air felt thick with tension, and the silence was deafening. the small watchdog could feel his heart pounding in his chest, every beat like a drum of guilt and anxiety. He hadn't let go of her wrist yet, and he could see Hater's eyes flick down to his hand, taking in the gesture.

His voice was low, filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "Commander Peepers. Care to explain this?" But he couldn't find the words. He swallowed hard, his mind racing. What could he possibly say to explain himself? He was caught red-handed, quite literally.

His grip on the woman's flesh tightened slightly.

But what would he explain?

There were no labels, were there?

She chuckled lightly, her voice smooth and composed. "I think it's quite obvious, don't you think?" She didn't seem bothered by the situation, not even slightly flustered. Instead, she smirked, her confident demeanor making Hater's irritation flare.

His eyes narrowed, his gaze burning a hole through her. He turned to the small watchdog, clearly expecting an answer form his right-hand man. "Peepers?" The commander winced as his superior gritted his name through his teeth, the demanding look in his captain's pupils. He couldn't lie. Not here, not now.

He forced himself to speak, his voice hoarse. "I... we..." He was struggling to find the words, the right explanation that wouldn't make this look worse than it already did.

Hater's patience seemed to be fraying, his fingers clenching into fists. "We what?" His voice was cold, filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment that made Peepers' anxiety increase. He darted a glance at her, hoping for some help, but she simply looked back at him with an amused smirk.

Helpful.

He took a deep breath, trying to find his voice, his courage. "We... we just-" He began, but the woman suddenly interrupted him. "We connected." Her tone was casual, as if it wasn't a big deal. Yet the look in her eyes, the deliberate choice of words, betrayed more than she let on. And Hater noticed.

Hater's eye widened, disbelief and anger flashing across his face. "CONNECTED?!" he repeated, his voice harsh and disbelieving. "What does that even mean?!" His eyes flicked between Peepers and ___, the gears in his mind visibly turning. He was trying to make sense of the situation, to understand the implications of her words and their positions.

But it was hard, since he was quite oblivious and stupid.

The commander swallowed, the heat of embarrassment and tension rising in his chest. He was torn between a need to explain, to defend himself, and a need to keep his relationship with her private, hidden. The human, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered by Hater's obvious irritation. She continued to smirk, her voice nonchalant. "Oh, you know... we just had a discussion. A very enjoyable discussion."

Hater's irritation continued to grow at her casual tone, her smug expression. It was obvious he was struggling to keep his temper under control. "A discussion," he repeated, his eye narrowed and his voice dripping with frustration. "And you need to have this discussion in a private room, alone, with my commander?"

He was practically glaring at this point, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He almost reminded them of a kettle, because of the amount of steam coming out of his nonexistent nose.

The watchdog opened his mouth once more, trying to find something, anything to say. But before he could speak, she cut in again, her voice light and almost mocking. "Well, sometimes private discussions are the best way to connect." Her hand moved slightly, and suddenly she was interlocking their fingers, her grip firm.

Peepers' eye widened in shock at her gesture.

Hater's eye darted between their interlocked fingers and their faces, the realization and understanding slowly dawning on him. The way they were standing, the way they were holding hands... it all suddenly clicked. His expression was a mixture of shock and anger, his voice low and harsh again. "So when I asked you to prepare for our mission..." He gritted his teeth, his gaze becoming bloodshot. "You were here with HER?!"

If there was a table, he would flip it over alright.

Peepers' antennae drooped guiltily as Hater's accusation hit the nail on the head. Yes, he had been here, with her, instead of preparing for their mission. And it was now painfully clear that Hater had noticed his absence. He tried to speak, to make an excuse, but no words came out. He was caught red-handed.

Hater's anger seemed to swell as he realized the extent of his subordinate's actions. He took a step forward, his voice rising. "You ditched your duties, our duties, TO BE HERE WITH OUR ENEMY!?" He was practically seething now, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The human in question was enjoying this, of course, watching the whole scene with amusement. But that seemed to only anger Hater further.

"And not only that," he continued, his voice sharp and biting, "You were holding hands with her. Explain that to me, COMMANDER PEEPERS!" He was fuming at that moment. There was no way, no way that his only friend, his right-hand man was in a romantic relationship. Not when he himself had no person like that at his side. It was horrible, unfair and it angered the skeleton to no end.

Peepers winced at the scathing tone in Hater's voice. He had never seen the captain this angry, this indignant before. He couldn't blame him though. This was... pretty bad. The woman chuckled again, seemingly unbothered by Hater's anger. She cut off her lover (if she could even call him that) again, - she clearly didn't want the commander to defend himself - her tone nonchalant. "Oh, we were doing a lot more than holding hands."

Hater's eye widened again, his anger now mixed with disbelief. He turned to look at her, his expression a mixture of shock and irritation. "What?!" he exclaimed. "What do you mean more?"

She smirked, enjoying the captain's reaction. "Well, let's just say we were... exploring each other." Peepers felt his cheeks burning, the heat of embarrassment and exposure almost overwhelming. He couldn't meet Hater's gaze, not with her making things sound so... suggestive.

Hater's eye darkened further. "Exploring?" he repeated, his voice a dangerous rumble. "What do you mean by exploring?!"

"Oh, you know..." The human's hand slid up Peepers' arm slowly as she spoke, her touch sending a thrill through him. "Touching, feeling, discovering." She was enjoying this, watching as Hater's anger grew with each word she spoke. The watchdog couldn't help but be both embarrassed and slightly aroused by her boldness. It was a wild mix of emotions.

Hater's eye almost bulged out, his expression a mixture of anger, jealousy, and something else Peepers couldn't quite place. "You-" he began, his voice strangled. "You two-" He struggled for a moment, the realization and implications of their actions slowly sinking in. She was almost flaunting it, too. She was enjoying this little game, and it was driving Hater insane.

"We what, Hater?" Her tone was almost mocking now, a smirk on her lips. She took a step towards him, pulling Peepers with her. He didn't resist, feeling like a spectator to the scene unfolding before him. He watched as Hater's expression shifted from anger to something closer to hurt, his eye flicking between the two of them.

He was jealous. Not in a romantic way of course, but jealous either way.

Hater's eye darted between their connected hands, their proximity, her sly smile. His jaw tightened, his fingers clenching into fists again. "How long has this... thing been going on?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

Peepers winced. He knew this question would come, and he also knew his answer would only further enrage his captain.

Before he could speak, however, ___ beat him to the punch. "One day I guess." she answered, her tone nonchalant as if they were discussing the weather.

Hater's eye widened again, a mixture of shock and... disappointment on his face. "One day?" he repeated, staring at her. "Are you serious?"

His eye flicked to the watchdog, who looked away, not meeting Hater's gaze. Hater's voice lowered, though it was now more surprised than anything. "Commander, is this true? This... thing has been going on for only one day?" He whispered to him, placing a head between him and the human, thinking that she couldn't hear him.

Peepers swallowed, feeling the weight of Hater's question and disappointment in his stomach. He couldn't avoid answering, especially with Hater's eyes pleading for the truth. He gave a shaky nod, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes, sir." He could feel the woman's gaze on him as well, her hand still firmly holding his. She was amused by this little exchange, but thankfully, she remained silent for now.

Hater took in the information, his eyes narrowing as he processed the confirmation. He was quiet for a moment, a maelstrom of emotions clearly visible in his orbs. And then... his expression hardened again, his jaw clenching. "One day," he repeated again, his voice taking on a harsh tone again. He took a step forward, his anger returning in full force. "One single day and you can't even bother to prepare for our mission? You ditch your duties for her?"

Peepers shrank back slightly under Hater's glare, feeling the full weight of his disappointment. "I-" He tried to speak, to explain, but the words caught in his throat.

The human, meanwhile, remained aloof and unbothered, her smirk never leaving her lips. She leaned against the wall, looking as if she was enjoying the whole scene like theater. But then, she chuckled. "Oh, don't worry." With that, she released the grip she had on the Comannders' hand. "I was just leaving anyway."

Her eyes were cold.

Hater turned to look at her, a mixture of anger, confusion, and a hint of relief in his eyes. "You're... leaving?" he repeated.

She nodded, her smirk fading into a small, mysterious smile. "Yes," she confirmed, her voice back to being nonchalant again. "I have places to be." She began to walk towards the door, seemingly done with the whole scene that she had started. Before she left, she sent a small glance to Peepers over her shoulder.

She mouthed a few words to him, words that made his pupil shrink in size.

You've made your choice.

The commander watched her go, his heart sinking slightly as he realized that she was leaving, that their brief encounter was coming to an end. Part of him wanted to call out to her, to ask her to stay, but Hater's presence behind him froze him in his spot. He turned to look at his captain instead, bracing himself for the barrage of questions and disapproval that was surely coming.

Hater's expression was still a mixture of anger, disappointment, and... something else. Perhaps confusion. He stared at the door where she had just left, his green hues flickering as he processed what just happened.

Finally, after what it felt like eternity, he turned to the second-in-command, his gaze sharp and penetrating. For a moment, he didn't say anything, just looked at the commander. Peepers swallowed, his antennae twitching under the intense scrutiny. The silence was deafening, making him squirm with unease and anticipation. But he couldn't take it anymore and spoke up.

"Sir!-" he began, his voice slightly trembling.

The skeleton cut him off, raising a hand to silence him. His voice was steady, almost eerily calm.

"Don't."

The single word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. For a moment, he simply stared at Peepers, his eyes studying every facet of his features. "You're my commander, my second-in-command," he continued, his voice still quiet but laced with a hardness that made the watchdog's heart sink further. "You're supposed to be loyal," Hater continued, his eye narrowing. "Loyal to your duties, to me, not... not this." He made a vague gesture, and though Peepers knew he was referring to the woman he longed for, the words stung.

But he was loyal, wasn't he? He defended Hater when she tried to convince him to leave with her. He told her countless times that he wouldn't. But Hater didn't know that, he could only assume based on what he saw.

"I am loyal, sir," Peepers insisted, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. "I- I was just-"

But Hater interrupted him again, his voice growing louder. "'Just'?" he repeated, his eyes darkening. "You just... what? You were just holding hands with the enemy, my enemy?" He gritted his teeth, almost crushing them in the process.

Peepers flinched at the sharpness in Hater's voice, feeling more and more like a scolded child under the skeleton's intense gaze. "No!" he protested. "I mean... Yes, but..." He stuttered for a moment, trying to find the right words, the right explanation. But how could he explain this? How could he tell his captain that in one day, he had accidentally grown feelings for an enemy?

Hater's eye narrowed further, his patience running thin. "But what, Commander?" he demanded, his voice cold and hard. "You have a better explanation for this?"

Peepers swallowed again, his brain working at a million miles per hour trying to find something, anything to say that would make this whole situation less bad. But he drew a complete blank. What could he possibly say that would justify his actions, that wouldn't make his relationship with the enemy sound even worse?

Hater seemed to take his silence as an answer. He let out a low, frustrated growl, his hands clenching into fists.

"So you have nothing to say," he said, his tone harsh and biting. "You have no explanation. You just... did it." He sighed, clearly done with the whole situation.

Peepers felt like he was shrinking under Hater's gaze, his words like physical blows. He knew he was in the wrong, but hearing it stated so bluntly, so disappointedly from Hater's mouth made it all so much more real, so much more painful.

He tried to speak, to defend himself again, but all that came out was a shaky, guilt-ridden whisper. "But... I'm still here."

Hater let out an almost humorless scoff at that, the sound like a dagger through Peepers' heart. "You're still here," he echoed, almost mockingly. "But for how long? For how long until you decide to sneak off with her again? Until you decide that she's more important than our mission, more important than me?"

He took another step closer, his eye filled with a mix of anger and... hurt.

Peepers felt a pang of guilt, hearing the hurt in Hater's voice. It was subtle, buried under layers of anger and dissapointment, but it was there. Hater was hurt. He was hurt by his subordinate's actions, by the idea that the Commander would choose an enemy over him. It was a thought that he had never even considered, but now... now he felt like a jerk for even making Hater think he would do something like that.

He tried to speak, to say anything to assure Hater that he would never betray him, never choose her over him. But the words stuck in his throat, his guilt and anxiety making it hard to speak.

"Sir... I-" he began, his voice barely above a whisper. But he couldn't finish his sentence before Hater cut him off with another scoff.

Hater's eye darkened again, his voice taking on a bitter tone. "Save it," he said, his voice low and harsh. "I don't want to hear your excuses. I don't want to hear your apologies."

He took another step forward, towering over Peepers once more. "What I want, Commander," he continued, his words as sharp and cold as steel, "Is for you to remember your loyalties. Your real loyalties. Remember who you're supposed to be loyal to."

Peepers felt a pang in his heart at the skeleton's words. Of course he knew who his real loyalties lied with. It was Hater.

It had always been Hater.

But... ___...

There was something different about her, something that made his heart flutter in a way it had never done for anyone else. Even Hater. And now, being confronted with Hater's anger, his disappointment, Peepers felt torn.

He looked up at his boss, struggling to find the words to express his inner turmoil, his conflicting feelings. "I- I am loyal, sir," he whispered, his voice shaky and filled with guilt. "I am..."

But Hater's eye only darkened further, his expression hardening at Peepers' words. "Are you?" he said, his voice low and harsh. "Because from where I'm standing, it seems like you were pretty loyal to her a little while ago."

"Give me one more chance, please Sir!" He managed to whimper out.

Hater paused, surprise flashing in his eye at Peepers' desperate plea. He hadn't expected the Commander to beg for a second chance, especially after the scene he had just witnessed. He was silent for a moment, his eye studying the commander, searching for any sign of insincerity. But he found none. The watchdog looked small, guilty, and genuinely remorseful.

Hater's expression softened ever so slightly, but the anger and disappointment were still there. "Why should I?" he asked, his voice still sharp but lacking some of its previous harshness. "Why should I give you another chance after what you did?"

Peepers swallowed, gathering his courage to meet Hater's gaze, pleading with his eye.

"Because I will do anything, sir," he said, his voice firm despite the fear and guilt he felt. "I will make up for it. I will do anything. Just... just let me stay."

Hater was quiet again, studying the commander's expression with a mixture of anger and curiosity. He had never seen Peepers look so desperate before, so scared of being abandoned. A part of him felt a pang of satisfaction at seeing his usually composed and confident Commanders so shaken and vulnerable. But another part of him couldn't shake the image of his subordinate holding hands with the woman, the image of loyalty and trust being given to someone other than him.

He clenched his jaw, his eye darkening for a moment before he spoke. "Anything?" he echoed, his voice quiet but expectant.

Peepers nodded, his antennae quivering slightly. "Yes, Sir!" he said, his voice trembling. "Anything."

He meant every word. He was desperate. He needed to prove his loyalty, needed to make up for what he had done. He would do anything to stay in Hater's ranks, to remain close to him. Hater's eye narrowed, a small smirk slowly forming on his face. He was intrigued now. Peepers' desperation, his willingness to do anything to make up for his actions... it was quite funny for the skeleton lord.

"Anything, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a slightly amused tone.

He circled around the watchdog, studying him with a mixture of anger, curiosity, and... perhaps a hint of excitement. He was going to test the commander's loyalty, see just how far Peepers was willing to go. "Very well, Commander," he said, his smirk growing wider. "If you're so eager to prove yourself, I have... a��task for you."

Peepers felt a mixture of relief and trepidation at Hater's words. He was getting another chance, a chance to prove himself. But at the same time, he had a feeling he wasn't going to like this 'task.'

"Yes, Sir?" he said, his voice surprisingly steady despite his pounding heart. "What is it?"

At that, the skeleton smiled and clasped his hands together, making the commander confused for a small second. But then, the gesture was replaced with a sudden jump filled with rage.

"GET BACK TO YOUR DUTIES AND STOP WASTING MY TIME!!!" The skeleton screamed out, his figure losing all sight of hurt.

Peepers flinched at Hater's sudden outburst, startled by the sudden switch in his mood. He took a step back, his heart racing in his chest.

He had expected Hater to give him some kind of difficult or demeaning task, a way to humiliate the Commander and show his superiority. But the sudden outburst seemed... different. Hater had gone from stern and annoyed to... something else entirely.

"S-Sir," he managed to stutter out, still startled but trying hard to compose himself. "What-"

"You heard me, Commander," Hater interrupted, his voice cold. "Get back to your duties. We have a mission to prepare for, and I don't have time for this... nonsense."

It was like a switch had been flipped. The hurt and anger that had been evident in Hater's eye and voice just minutes ago had vanished, replaced by a cool, cold exterior. Peepers was taken aback by the sudden change in Hater's demeanor. It was as if he was pretending that their entire argument didn't happen, that he hadn't just caught the Commander talking and holding hands with the enemy.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, unsure of what to say. Part of him wanted to argue, to defend himself, but the other part knew it was futile. Hater was in one of his distant, cold moods. There was no reasoning with him when he was like this. That's why he stood up, ready to leave and work.

He turned to leave, but a low, cold chuckle from Hater stopped him in his tracks. "Oh, Commander," Hater called out, his tone laced with mockery. "One more thing."

Peepers swallowed, turning back to face Hater, anticipating another harsh command. But the smirk on the skeleton's face made him wary. He had a feeling he was not going to like whatever Hater had to say next. Hater took a step closer, once again towering over the commander. His eyes was narrowed, his smirk still firmly in place.

"From now on," he began, his voice low and cold, "You will not be speaking to any... uninvited guests without my permission. Is that clear?"

The watchdog nodded quickly, his heart racing in his chest as he realized what Hater was implying. He was being forbidden from contacting the woman of his dreams, from seeing her again. The realization stung, but he knew he couldn't argue. Not now, not when Hater was in this mood.

"Yes, sir," he managed to say, his voice shaky. "I... I understand."

"Good," Hater replied, his smirk growing wider. "I'm glad you understand, Commander. Because if I find out that you've so much as looked in her direction without my permission..." He paused, his eye narrowing even further, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I will make you regret it. I will make you regret it severely."

Peepers felt a chill run down his spine at Hater's words. He had never heard the skeleton sound so ominous, so threatening. It was a clear warning, a clear reminder of who was in charge. He swallowed, trying to keep his face neutral, to hide the fear and hurt that was coursing through him. "Understood, sir," he said, his voice a whisper. "I will not... contact her without your permission."

Hater's smirk turned into a full-blown sneer at the Commander's words. He didn't believe for a second that Peepers would so easily give up on a potential liaison with the enemy. But he decided to torment him, to push his buttons. "Oh, I'm sure you won't, Commander," he mocked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You've always been so obedient, so loyal. I can't imagine you ever doing anything that would... compromise your duties to me."

The smaller villain felt a pang in his heart at Hater's mocking tone. It was as if the skeleton was taunting him, daring him to go against his orders, to prove that he was just as disobedient as he clearly thought he was.

He wanted to argue, to tell Hater that he was loyal, that his loyalty to him was unwavering. But he knew it would be no use. Hater was in a cruel mood, and he was not going to listen to reason. So with that, his only choice was to sigh.

"My loyalty to you, Sir" he replied firmly, "Is not compromised."

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signor-signor · 1 year ago

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WOY Haikus - Season 2

Lord Dominator. / Most extreme villain by far. / Not really a guy.

Boomapalooza. / A chance to destroy Wander. / What’s more important?

A split-screen morning. / Time to make eggs, toast, and juice. / Wander’s is better.

Trip to the dentist. / Hanging out with enemies. / This cannot last long.

Don the cape and mask. / The criminal steals feathers. / Dr. Screwball Jones.

A crystalline cave. / Split into many facets. / Accept all of us.

Robbed by a sandwich. / Hater blames Peepers for that. / No luck without plans.

Stella Starbella. / Over the hill heroine. / Don’t misjudge her skills.

Wander tags Hater. / Far down on the leaderboard. / Weakness becomes strength.

Popularity. / Awesome lets Hater have fun. / Never ditch Peepers.

Mobile videos. / Wander cannot look away. / The cat goes viral.

Rulers imprisoned. / Wander throws a big party. / Hater wants to join.

Jeff is Major Threat. / Someone made him change his heart. / Might have been Wander.

A red candy ring. / The villains fight over it. / Love is ignited.

Love letter thrown out. / Wander the messenger boy. / Sylvia’s worried.

Frostonium ray. / Add a life-sized HATE-R-V. / Will she be impressed?

Black Cube of Darkness. / Embarrassed by his efforts. / Redemption story.

Eye on the Skullship. / Andy seeks an interview. / All Watchdogs stay tuned.

Small unharmed planet. / Others start to take notice. / Perfect hideaway.

Wander’s hat is gone. / Forced to give gifts and weapons. / History is learned.

Plugging the black hole. / Easy at first, but boring. / Think of the planets.

Hater’s song on loop. / Might work on Dominator. / Wander perseveres.

Low-budget cartoon. / Hater’s attempt at greatness. / Watch for cameos.

Volcanium X. / Bot 13 scouts for that stuff. / Later called Beep Boop.

We see more zbornaks. / Sylvia must not give up. / Ma’s counting on her.

Awesome makes his move. / For partnership or romance? / Dom declines them both.

Turn on the music. / Hater’s biggest number yet. / Ice powers obtained.

Kids need a hero. / They share their visions of him. / Closer than they think.

A sitcom planet. / Hater wants to best Awesome. / Peepers regains faith.

Butt-headed people. / They have answers to problems. / Dark times, sunny smiles.

Picked up time orbbles. / A peek at special events. / The time loop is closed.

A glory stealer. / You, too, might recognize him. / He has a cousin.

Wait for the update. / A night in the big city. / Loose grasp of friendship.

Tim-Tim went bye-bye. / Ripov hunts arachnomorphs. / Bad things can still change.

Spooky woods planet. / Phantomimes can sense your fear. / Never be afraid.

Illness hits Wander. / Sylvia’s the substitute. / Rest is important.

Enter Neckbeard’s shop. / Something to get rid of Dom. / Bitties gain knowledge.

Four pilots needed. / Robomechabotatron. / Wander doesn’t fight.

Things are looking bleak. / Save and nurture the flower. / May cause hay fever.

One planet remains. / Lord Hater to the rescue. / There is more to tell.

#Wander Over Yonder #WOY Season 2 #SaveWOY #FinishWOY

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voenvs3000w24 · 8 months ago

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Frogs

This week, we were given the instruction to interpret something that we think is really amazing in Nature. I thought that it would be much easier to narrow it down, but to be honest, I’ve probably restarted this post at least three times with different ideas! That being said, if you can believe it, I finally decided and for this weeks blog post, we’re gonna look at an absolutely awesome frog that lives in Southern Ontario. Why? Because frogs are awesome. Introducing… the Spring Peeper. Spring Peepers are classified as treefrogs, and have a little x on their back (“Spring Peeper”, 2014). They are usually a beige green color (“Spring Peeper”, 2014). They are pretty small, and usually do not grow larger than 1.5 inches (“Spring Peeper”, 2014). They also have an adorable and very recognizable call!

Spring Peepers live all across North America, but are concentrated in eastern North America (“Spring Peeper”, 2014). They live in six provinces, including Ontario and have a range that extends as far as Florida southward (“Spring Peeper”, 2014). Thair habitat consists of woodland ponds, brushy growth or woodlands, but they can basically live anywhere, as long as there is water (“Spring Peeper”, 2014). For my family, Spring Peepers always signalled the beginning of spring, as they are one of the first frogs that sing! I distinctly remember growing up when my dad would be driving and he would randomly pull over next to a pond and make us all listen for the Spring Peepers. I don’t know how to actually imbed the call of a spring peeper, but I will add a link to a recording at the bottom of the post.

Unfortunately, this frog has started to disappear because of urbanization and habitat loss (“Spring Peeper”, 2014). If you are interested in learning more about either this frog, or other amphibians in Southern Ontario, there are some really interesting websites and videos on the internet! You can find them at almost any pond. I was going for a walk the other day, and I saw a few of them! Unfortunately (or fortunately) for them, they disappeared before I could try to take a photo of them, but they were absolutely adorable.

Here are some more facts about frogs in general: there are 13 types of frogs in Ontario (Parks, 2022). They are classified as amphibians, so they are cold-blooded, have permeable skin and reproduce when they are in water (Parks, 2022). Female frogs lay their eggs in the water, and the male frog will fertilize them (Parks, 2022). This is known as external fertilization (Parks, 2022). So next time you go for a walk or see a pond, take a look and see if you can identify a Spring Peeper! There is a clip of a Spring Peepers call at https://www.naturewatch.ca/frogwatch/spring-peeper/. Just scroll down about halfway through the page, and you’ll hear it!

Citations

Parks, A. O. (2022, October 31). Are you friends with frogs?. Parks Blog. https://www.ontarioparks.ca/parksblog/creatures-of-the-night-frogs-toads/

Spring Peeper. FrogWatch. (2014, November 14). https://www.naturewatch.ca/frogwatch/spring-peeper/

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m4tthewmurd0ck · 3 years ago

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fate ~ matt murdock x reader

Looking back, Matt says you were destined to meet. Cute little one-shot, taken from my Matt Murdock x OC story but turned into Matt x reader for this! :)

Word count: 1.8k

Whenever Matt talks about the day you two met, he says it was fate. You always laugh and point out that you’re Foggy’s sister, that even if you hadn’t met the day he moved into the dorms, you would’ve met eventually. But still, he insists it was fate.

The day had started out like any other. You had already settled into your dorm room, wanting to feel comfortable right away since you’d be sleeping there every night. You and Foggy hadn’t made any new friends just yet, so you stuck together like you have since you were kids.

On this particular day, Foggy was sat with his laptop in front of him, attempting to add a few more classes to his schedule. You, on the other hand, you were already all set up. So you sat lounging on the other bed since his roommate hadn’t arrived yet.

When a series of loud knocks echoed in the room, you immediately hopped off the bed.

“Excuse me is this room 312?”

“Yeah, who are you looking for?” Foggy mumbled, not even bothering to glance up from his laptop.

“Dude,” you hissed under your breath, walking over to him and giving him a slap on the back of the head.

It was only then that he finally looked up. “Oh— uh, sorry.”

“What for?”

“You’re blind, right?”

“Uh yeah, so they tell me. I hope that won’t be a problem.”

“Why would it?”

You began to count in your head, wondering how long it would take your dear brother to figure it out. And suddenly, it was like a switch went off in his mind.

“Oh! You’re my new roomie!”

You sighed, shaking your head. “This dummy is Foggy. I’m his sister,” you smiled, introducing yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you both. Matt Murdock,” he stepped forward, hand outstretched.

You were quick to close the gap between you, and you shook his hand. Foggy finally stood up, and you stepped aside.

“Wait, Matt Murdock… you’re not from Hell’s Kitchen are you?”

“Uh, yup. Born and raised.”

Foggy got a big grin on his face. “So are we! Yeah we heard about you when we were kids. You saved that guy crossing the street?”

You noticed Matt seemed just a tad uncomfortable with this subject.

“I— I just did what anyone would’ve done.”

“Bullshit you are a hero.”

“I’m really not.”

“Come on you got your peepers knocked out saving that old dude!”

At that last comment, you grabbed a pillow and threw it right at Foggy’s head. “One day you’re gonna say the wrong thing to the wrong person, and they’re gonna punch you. It’s a wonder it hasn’t happened already.”

“Please, it’s nothing, no offense taken whatsoever,” Matt chuckled. “Most people dance around me like I’m made of glass, I hate that. This is, this is a nice change.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “you don’t need to worry about that with this guy, he’s never had a filter in his entire life.”

As Foggy attempted to explain how it would be awesome now that he could be Matt’s wingman and Matt could be his, you began to quietly gather your things. The room was pretty small and you were sure Matt would want to unpack his things without a stranger taking up nearly all of the space on his bed.

Just as you put your bag over your shoulder, Matt turned to face you. “Leaving already?”

You paused, wondering how he knew that when you barely made a noise. “Oh, umm, yeah. I was just about to head back to my dorm. Probably grab some coffee on the way back.”

Normally you were quite shy around new people, and in that moment you’re not quite sure what’s going through your head when you speak again. “Actually, do either of you want to come? It’s close by.”

Foggy asks Matt if he knows of any good coffee spots on campus, to which Matt replies that he doesn’t and actually isn’t that familiar with the layout yet.

“Well lucky for you, we are familiar and we do know a place, and it’s filled with luscious co-ed’s. Shall we?”

A couple of minutes later, you all emerge from the dorm building and begin walking down the street.

Without warning, Matt puts his arm around you and pulls you closer to his side. Less than a couple of seconds later, a girl goes speeding by, riding her bicycle on the sidewalk and not paying attention to anyone in her path.

A car on the road honks at the girl as she rides by without stopping, causing you to jump a little.

“What is it with everyone today,” Foggy shakes his head.

“Here,” Matt holds his arm out, sensing her nerves. “I’ll be like your guide. Except I’m blind, but I can still lead the way.”

Hearing this, you can’t help but laugh, and all tension quickly goes away. You link your arm through his and both hurry to catch up to Foggy, who’d already begun walking again.

When you finally reach the coffee shop, Matt tries, and fails, to hold back a smile when you don’t move your arm even as you’re all ordering.

Matt hadn’t expected to make friends so quickly, and he genuinely appreciated that neither you nor Foggy walked on eggshells around him. Random room assignments were always a gamble, and Matt knew he hit the jackpot.

As he ordered his coffee, you snuck a couple of glances at the man who stood next to you. You still wondered how he knew you were leaving, and how the hell he was able to hear that woman on her bicycle. In any case, you were thankful.

What surprised all of you, was how quickly you eased into a friendship.

Once drinks and snacks were obtained, you sat at the table, talking and laughing as you learned random bits about each other.

Matt felt good whenever he said something that made you laugh, and twice you laughed so hard, you leaned your head on his shoulder so that you wouldn’t fall over laughing.

Seeing this interaction, Foggy shook his head. “Nope. You two are not allowed to flirt. I object.”

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes, “your big spiel for coming over here was that there were… luscious co-ed’s? Was that what you said because I can’t quite remember…”

“Touché, touché,” Foggy got up to go and order a second cup of coffee.

It wasn’t until he was already in line, that you leaned over and looked at his cup. “I’m pretty sure he just wants to talk to either the barista or a girl in line, because his cup is still half full.”

Matt laughed, and it was followed by a moment of silence, but you were both surprised by how comfortable the moment felt. After another moment, Matt spoke up.

“So are you going to study law too?”

“Oh no, I admire what my brother wants to do but I don’t think I’m cut out for that. I’m an art major, mostly focused on visual arts and art history related classes.”

Matt nodded, genuinely interested. “That’s still really cool. What do you plan to do once you graduate?”

“Well the big end goal is to someday run my own art gallery. That’s my dream career. But right after graduation? And possibly even while still in school towards the end, hopefully start out at any gallery that’ll hire me. Maybe even just as a receptionist first to get my foot in the door.”

“You’ll do great whenever you apply.” He smiled, and you couldn’t ignore the butterflies.

You tilted your head slightly. “You sound pretty sure for someone who just met me.”

“When you’re blind, you tend to pick up on other things a lot faster. For example, your voice. You speak with confidence, and that alone will count for a lot. Like… okay, who’s your favorite artist?”

“That’s an easy one. And this may be incredibly cliche because I know a lot of people say him. But it’s Vincent van Gogh.”

“Why?”

Pausing for a moment, you gathered your thoughts. “He led such an hard life. I know he wasn’t the only person in the world to be dealt hardships, but when you look at everything he went through… multiple illnesses, a year in a psychiatric institute, towards the end over a period of ten weeks he produced over 175 paintings and sketches. His works are phenomenal. Beautiful, especially when you look beyond the brush strokes. But he died by his own hand, believing himself to be a failure. I can’t imagine how hard life must’ve been. Ever since I learned, more, I’ve become increasingly fascinated with all of his works. Seeing the beautify he could produce despite struggling so much, it’s proof that sometimes beauty really can become pain.”

“See,” Matt nodded, “you’re passionate about what you love. Even I can see that. And that means a lot, because I’m… you know, blind.”

“Well thank you, can I quote you on that or put you down as a reference on my next job application?”

“Another thing I’ve learned to pick up on. You’re smiling right now, aren’t you?”

“Aw c’mon you’re still flirting?” Foggy sat back down, having wrapped up his conversation.

You glared at your brother. “I’m sorry weren’t you they one over there flirting with a complete stranger?”

“Not a stranger anymore,” Foggy wiggled his eyebrows. “Got her number and everything.”

“Okay but I can’t flirt with my new friend and your new roommate? And that’s not what we were doing, by the way.”

Matt shook his head, “seems a little hypocritical if you ask me.”

“Exactly!” You scooted your chair closer to Matt’s, leaning your head on his shoulder. Matt immediately picked up on what you were doing, and grabbed your hand, holding it up high so that Foggy could see.

“Okay okay okay you’ve both made your points. You can let go of each other and scoot your chairs apart again thank you very much.”

From then on, it became a running joke between Matt and you. Whenever you were all together, you’d usually mess with Foggy just a little bit.

A close friendship quickly blossomed, and if you all weren’t in class, you were usually hanging out with them.

It wasn’t surprising that you developed a crush on Matt. But you were surprised to learn that he felt the exact same way.

If he hadn’t enrolled / applied to stay in the dorms right when he did, he might’ve gotten another roommate. Who knows if he and Foggy would’ve ever met, which means you might’ve never met him either.

When he looks back on that day, he says you and he were destined to meet. It was fate.

#matt murdock #mattmurdock #charlie cox #charliecox #daredevil #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil x reader #marvel #mcu #foggy nelson #foggynelson

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introvert--weeb · 3 years ago

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Hello Can we talk about your talent girl you're shinning ❤💅💅

But seriously you're work is awesome

Tell me plz if I can request this:

Takemitchi coming back to the past not understanding what is missing for the future

He is in one of toman meeting waiting for the "talk" but he hear some noise behind the tree 🌳and when he go to see he find micky and his gf(s/o) kissing and being lovey dovey and then he understands that she is the reason of mickeys dark implusion (dk if i wrot it good)

Like her dying in his arms so like takemitchi want to save both of them (I'm sucker for this type of angst 🤧)

Sorry if this is too much 😅you don't have to do it just wanted to cry

Love 💘😻💜💛💚🧡💘😻💜💛💚🧡

Oh my god! I'm so glad you are enjoying my writing and thank you so much! You have just made my whole week with that! ❤️😭❤️

Of course! I am a sucker for angst (if you couldn't tell from my posts) and this is just amazing!!

Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy this @kimrena-stuff

Mikey X f!reader (fluff with angst)

TW: mentions of death, sadness, blood, violence, canon divergence, alternate timeline

The future still wasn't perfect in Takemichi's eyes. Sure, most of the people he tried saving survived but there still was no happy ending for any of them. And once again, Hinata had been killed.

It was confusing him. Surely he had made sure that everything was fixed in the past? What was he missing that could have caused another bad future. The blond had even asked Chifuyu about any events that could be coming up that would cause Mikey to turn out the same as he had every other future. Was it Kisaki? But Kisaki had been fired from Toman.

Chifuyu could not offer much information, after all, he did not know the future and Mikey hadn't declared a war on any other gangs since last time Takemichi had gone back. So there was no luck in that department. Maybe they were both overlooking something small that would be massive in the future?

Takemichi was sort of thankful that he had been called up about the Toman meeting that was happening that night. He could find his answer there, he was sure. After all, each meeting he had gone to so far had provided him with an idea of what was going to happen.

He had arrived at the shrine earlier than most other members. The only ones he really knew that had arrived were Draken, Mitsuya and Chifuyu considering that was who he hitched a ride with. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except Mikey wasn't with Draken as he usually would be.

Curiosity had gotten the better of the young Toman, he had went to ask Draken where the captain was. Draken simply pointed over to a gathering of trees, explaining that Mikey could usually be found there before meetings start. That seemed to only make the boy's curiosity worse, wondering what Mikey could be doing in the cover of the trees.

He couldn't be meeting up with Kisaki still, could he? Is that why the future was not getting any better? Panic filled Takemichi as he approached the trees. If he was talking with Kisaki then that could be his only chance to stop it and create the perfect future he wanted!

It was as he was getting closer that he heard what he thought was two voices talking quietly. Not quiet enough where it could be considered whispering but enough where Takemichi couldn't make out the words being exchanged. He could tell one of them was definitely Mikey but the other could have been anyone. Had Mikey decided to ally himself with someone even more dangerous than Kisaki was proving to be? After all, nobody in Toman had been able to see Mikey in the future so it could be possible.

Trying his best to hide himself from Mikey, Takemichi peeked his head around to find a sight that made his cheeks flush a dark red. Mikey had both hands against a tree trunk with an absolute hottie between them. At first, it seemed a little alarming for the younger blond until he had noticed the soft smile and blush that dusted your features.

It was only when Mikey leaned down to press a kiss to your lips that Takemichi had felt he was overstaying his welcome. Especially since he wasn't really welcome in the first place. He was simply a creepy peeper at that moment. Why did he keep ending up in these types of moments that made him look like a creep?! First it was with Emma and now he was essentially watching his captain make out with his girlfriend.

"I love you, Mikey." Your voice was breathless from that kiss, your eyes sparkling as they stared into your lover's dark ones. It was obvious to anyone that you were both so in love with each other. Hell, you were sneaking off together at any moment you could find just to be all lovey dovey with each other.

"I love you more, Y/N."

Takemichi had caught that small snippet of your conversation as he was trying to silently walk away. He really didn't want to be caught by the Invincible Mikey staring at the loving exchange after all. But it did get him thinking. Had you ever been mentioned in the future? Surely if you were this in love, you would remain by Mikey's side forever?

The Toman meeting started as it usually did. You would be sat on the stairs while your boyfriend would address the issues related to the gang. Everyone knew who you were, you would always be at the meetings after all unless you had to attend to other business. That would explain why Takemichi hadn't seen you. You must have been attending to other things every meeting that the blond went to. All throughout the meeting, Takemichi could only try and recall if you're present in some way in the future. Surely you would still be hanging around with the same people 12 years later.

He would have to contact Naoto in the future as soon as he could. After all, if there was something big that was going to happen then he would want to find out as soon as he could. And so, as soon as the meeting was finished, he made his way to the Tachibana household to find young Naoto.

"So, how did it go? Were you able to change anything?" That was the first thing Naoto asked once Takemichi had woken up. It was the same routine each time. Naoto would ask if he had changed anything, knowing that it wasn't enough since Hinata was still dead. But maybe if something had changed, they were a little bit closer to finding out what was causing this chain of reactions.

Takemichi shook his head and then dived headfirst into his question. He had asked if you were ever mentioned in one way or another. Maybe if you were still alive, something must have happened between you and Mikey which he could prevent from occurring. Just thinking back on how in love you both were with each other, he was beginning to doubt that it was a simple break up.

It had taken the two males a full hour until your name had popped up in their searches. It really didn't help that Takemichi only knew your first name and that you would hang out with Toman. The news article had filled the computer screen, a photo of you smiling in the top corner of the page. It gave off a vibe that didn't match the contents of the article.

You had been stabbed 15 times in the chest and stomach during a gang brawl between Toman and a gang Takemichi hadn't heard of yet. You were rushed to the hospital but had died before the doctors could reach you. It stated that it was a boy named Manjiro Sano that had brought you in.

It all started to make sense now. You had been caught up in the brawl and had sustained injuries that had ended your life. So Mikey had lost himself when you had died in his arms as he tried his best to save you.

Takemichi checked the date on which you had died. 2 days from today. Why wasn't this brawl mentioned at the Toman meeting?! Did Mikey keep it a secret or was it a spontaneous confrontation? Takemichi could only guess it was the second option. Especially since the brawl would take place at Toman's meeting spot at the shrine.

"I need to save Y/N from dying. That is what we were missing! If she survives, Mikey won't lose another piece of himself." And with that, the handshake that activated the time leaping had taken place.

Takemichi had explained his plan to Chifuyu. Explained how there would be a brawl the next day at the shrine and how that is possibly the trigger for the bad futures. After all, Mikey might stay sane with you by his side. Chifuyu couldn't believe what he was hearing. A gang would have the balls to enter the meeting place of Toman just to start a fight? They must either hold a huge grudge against them or were just plain insane. No gang was to ever enter another gang's meeting spot as it was seen as sacred.

The blond had vowed that he would do anything he could to protect you from harm and ultimately save Mikey from his dark future. Even if he had to glue himself to your side, he would make sure nothing happened to you. He would make up for the time he had failed to save Baji.

You and Mikey continued with your routine. Enter the tree clearing and spend some quality time together. You both exchanged kisses, splitting the dorayaki you would keep on you for your boyfriend, and joking around. Everything a couple in love should do.

The day of the brawl had arrived and so had the rival gang. It was in the middle of Mikey addressing his gang that the opponent's had arrived. The shock was quickly erased as the fighting began. Mikey had made sure you stayed close behind him so he could keep you safe, even though you could fight. Maybe not as well as most of the Toman members but you were capable of keeping yourself safe.

Takemichi scanned the entire shrine area in search of you. Relief had briefly enveloped the middle schooler. After all, if Mikey was with you, nobody could touch you. Or that's what everyone had thought. You had been separated from Mikey as soon as the gang members discovered you were cared for deeply by him. They had thought that if they got you, they could win the fight.

It was if the world was entering slow motion. Takemichi tried to push his way to where you were being dragged, the determination to save everyone being his main driving force. Mikey had yet to notice you were no longer behind him, too focused on taking out the leader and winning the brawl so he could take you home where you would be safe. However, that plan was quickly becoming less likely.

"Shit! Move out of my way!" Takemichi had panic pumping throughout his veins. If he couldn't get to you in time, there was no second chance. It was times like this that made him realise just how human he was. He was one boy, not a God. He could only do so much. But he was sure as hell gonna try and save you.

"Y/N!" Takemichi's voice carried across the entirety of the battlefield. So much so that everyone had frozen, especially Mikey. He turned his gaze to behind him where he thought you were only to find you were missing. Frantic, his dark eyes scanned the area until they rested on you being held against your will. The boy who held you had his arm across your neck, squeezing so you couldn't call out to your boyfriend. However, it was the knife that he pointed to your chest that had Mikey scared.

Takemichi was the only person who didn't freeze, pushing his way past the bodies that stood like statues. He could make it! He could save everyone with this one action! He was convinced that this was why Mikey had given into his dark impulses and why no-one could get their happily ever afters.

He was too late. The knife had pierced through your chest, narrowly missing any vital organs. This had seemed to spur the younger blond to increase his speed, trying to keep in mind that you could survive if he kept the stabs to a minimum. After all, the news article had explained how you had been stabbed 15 times. One was fixable. One he could deal with.

Mikey couldn't seem to move. His love had been stabbed. For no other reason than they were there and sticking by him. This wasn't fair. You had nothing to do with what the problem was and you shouldn't be paying the price for it either.

It felt like an eternity for Takemichi to reach where you were. His legs were screaming at him to stop and his heart was beating a million miles a minute. In the time it took him to get to you, you had sustained another two stabs in your stomach and chest. The person doing it was nothing short of a monster. He didn't care that you were innocent or that you were a girl. He just continued his mission.

The sound of skin to skin contact echoed, a sickening crack following along. Takemichi had landed the hardest punch he could muster against the side profile of the monster. The crack was the jaw breaking underneath the force. You were released as the perpetrator stumbled backwards, falling as he lost consciousness. Takemichi had made it but he wasn't confident that it was in time. He couldn't help but watch as you smiled and fell sideways. Fueled simply by the adrenaline, he had carefully picked you up in his arms before starting his journey to the hospital.

Draken had been the one to snap Mikey out of his daze, telling him to get his bike. There was no way that Takemichi would get there in time if he was simply thinking of running. And so that's what Mikey did. He fired up his precious bike, ordering the young blond to climb onto the back before speeding his way to the closest medical facility.

Due to all of this, you had survived. Takemichi had succeeded in saving you and thus saving Mikey. There was a possibility that the future would be good this time.

Once he had heard you were alive and doing well, Mikey had finally let himself react. Tears fell one after the other down his cheeks and relief had lifted his heart. He wouldn't lose you. You were alive because of Takemitchy. That is something Mikey couldn't thank the younger blond enough for. He had saved your life when Mikey could do nothing but watch.

Everyone expressed their gratitude for Takemichi. After all, they couldn't imagine what Mikey would turn out like if he had lost you during that fight. Takemichi had an idea but wasn't about to spill what the future he knew was like. Speaking of which, he did wonder how this had affected his future. Would everyone finally have their happy endings? He sure did hope so.

As soon as Naoto had shook his hand, Takemichi had found himself sitting at a table with a can of beer in his hand. Confused on what was going on, he glanced around at his surroundings. He was currently in a home that looked nothing like his apartment. Photos of a couple he vaguely recognised littered the walls, there was the scent of takeout wafting in the air, and the noise was loud yet joyful.

A few days later, Takemichi decided to head back to where he belonged. 12 years in the future. You had been discharged from the hospital and probably on a date with Mikey as he approached the Tachibana residence. Thinking about it, Mikey had seemed to brighten up more ever since you had been allowed out of the hospital. Takemichi laughed as he recalled Mikey buried under a large bouquet of your favourite flowers and a giant plushie of your favourite animal on that day. You had simply laughed before peppering the Toman leader's face in kisses. You had also planted a peck on the younger boy's cheek as a sign of how grateful you were to him. After all, if Takemichi hadn't done any of that, you wouldn't be able to spend anymore time with Mikey. You owed him your life.

That's when Takemichi realised he had done it. Hinata was chatting happily with Yuzuha and Hakkai about their experiences in Europe; Mitsuya, Smiley and Angry were laughing about some inside joke no-one knew about; Pah-chin and Peh-yan were discussing business relating to the real estate agency; Kazutora and Inui were drinking in the corner, simply observing the festivities; and Draken was chatting away happily to Mikey, his arm around Emma's waist as she tried to soothe their baby. Takemichi had saved them all. They were all OK. Most of all, Hinata was alive.

"Anyone needing any refills?" your voice trailed in from where you stood in the doorway connecting the living room and kitchen. You looked almost the same except for a few features. Takemichi knew at that moment that this was the perfect future for everyone, especially when Hinata had come over and kissed his cheek. The discussion around the room had suddenly become one as everyone spoke about the upcoming weddings between you and Mikey as well as the one between Takemichi and Hinata. For the first time in a long time, Takemichi could let go of the weight he had carried around and enjoy his life with his friends and his fiancé.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey sano #mikey x reader #angst with a happy ending #anime drabble #tokyo revengers scenarios #manjiro sano #requested #takemitchy #takemichi hanagaki

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thewritetofreespeech · 4 years ago

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please write me something adorable for Mammon x Reader!!

Based loosely on the cutest comic ever created about Mammon (I will not argue about this this) by @hhhany82 [x]

You hadn’t seen Mammon all day. Which was unusual for him.

Usually, the white-haired demon spent every free moment he had invading your personal space. Talking to you. Trying to get you to laugh. Involving you in his latest scheme. Today, however, he was mysteriously absent. To the point that you had to ask one of the others where he was.

“Maybe he’s in the rookery.” Satan supplied when asked. Sparing a moment to look up from his book while he and the other younger brothers lounged in the sitting room.

“The rookery?” You asked. You guys had a rookery?

“Yeah. It’s where Mammon keeps his familiars.” Asmo replied.

“You mean they don’t just live outside?”

“Hehe, no.” The pretty demon said with a laugh. “He keeps them in a tower here at the House of Lamentation. Don’t know why. Birds are so creepy!”

“Does he have a lot of them?” You were really curious now. You’ve only ever seen one or two; and maybe foolishly thought they just appeared when summoned. You hadn’t really thought the familiar thing through a lot. This was really quite fascinating.

“Yes. Of course, the Avatar of Greed has to have hundreds of familiars.” Satan replied with an ear roll.

“I think they just keep making new ones on their own.” Beel replied. “Not that he doesn’t just pick them up along the way. Seems he used to always come home with a new one when he went out.”

“That bird brain.” The demons all laugh at Belphie’s witty drawl. They then tell you that the rookery was in the western wing, in one of the towers there. You thank them and head that way. Interested now in seeing what all this familiar, rookery nonsense was about.

It took you awhile to make it to the tower; and even longer to climb up the stairs. When you managed to make it to the top you were amazed to see the room open up into a tiny forest of black trees. Barren trees twisting and coiling towards a sky they could never reach. While dozens of birds squawked and fluttered around the dark husks. It wasn’t a hundred, as Satan claimed, but it was certainly a lot.

“Guys! Calm down! I got enough for all of ya.” You hang back around the corner when you heard Mammon’s voice. Able to hear and see him but staying out of his line of vision. Not that he would have noticed you anyway. He seemed completely engrossed in the birds around him. “You better appreciate this, ok. I spent all that was left in my bank account on getting this fancy bird seed for ya guys. It’s organic and supposed to be really good for your feathers and stuff. Not that ya guys need it. You’re all just as handsome as the Great Mammon!”

You have to cover your mouth hard to stifle the laughter threatening to bubble out of your throat. Was he really talking to his birds?? Like one of those silly old bitties that chat for hours with their parakeets?? This was too funny!

“Well, at least you guys appreciate the nice things I do for ya. Those dunder-headed brothers of mine only see the bad stuff I do. I’m a demon! What do they expect?! They never see the good stuff I do, or like say anything nice about me. Just the ‘scummy older brother’. I get such a bad rap. Just like you guys.” Your hand came away from your mouth when you heard him say that. The soft, sort of sad smile on his lips breaking your heart as he softly nuzzled one of the bird’s heads with his finger. “It’s not so bad now though. With [Y/N] here. They’re nice to me. Least I don’t get dogpiled on so much when they’re around. They try to see the good in me all the time. They’re a good person. Makes me wanna try harder to be good.” He paused to pour some more food in another dish for his crows. One flying down from its top perch to land on his shoulder and eat directly out of his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Lost cause right? Sometimes I wanna tell ‘em they’re a really bad judge of character, but…most of the time…it’s just nice to have someone believe in ya. You know? Everyone else has just given up on me. ‘Cept for you guys of course. But [Y/N] keeps trying. I really love that about ‘em. I guess it’s why I love ‘em so much.”

Your hand flew up to your mouth again, only this time to cover up the gasp threatening to break free from it.

Mammon wouldn’t think you were such a ‘good person’ if he knew you were spying on him! Eavesdropping on his private conversation with him and his birds. “Who’s there?!”

You flinch when the demon barked out his accusatory claim out into the darkness, obviously having heard you, and you have to steal yourself for a moment before you skip out of your hiding place. “Just me!”

“[Y-Y-Y/N]!” Mammon stammered in alarm. His trademark glasses jostling on his nose as he jumped. The crow on his shoulder flying away. “H-How long have you been standing there?!”

“I just got here.” You telling him. Lying to spare him the embarrassment (or devastation that the one he admired so was a dirty rotten peeper). “I didn’t even know we had a rookery until now. Satan told me where to find it. Are these all yours?”

The demon still seemed rattled, frozen in fear almost at being discovered talking to his birds or what you might have over heard, but quickly coughed and righted himself. “I uh…Y-Yeah. Of course, they're mine. The Great Mammon needs an army of familiars to do his bidding. Being able to control this many just shows how awesome my power really is.”

You giggle a little and ask him to tell you all about his birds. Helping him feed and care for the rest; especially the baby birds. You never tell him that you overheard what he had said to his flock. You’ll keep his secret, just like the crows do.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#[adorable is a relative term]#[I cannot have nice things]#obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me satan #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #mammon x mc #obey me mammon x mc

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centergb · 2 months ago

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Okay can we talk about THEM

I REALLY LIKE THEIR DYNAMICS SO MUCH!!!!

Awesome sees Peepers complexes. Peepers sees the complexes Awesome. Now they need to see how similar they really are.

shark food or fish caught on a hook?

#wander over yonder #woy #save woy #commander peepers #emperor awesome #woy emperor awesome #woy commander peepers #eyesome #woy eyesome #awesome x peepers #peepers x awesome #commander peepers x emperor awesome #emperor awesome x peepers #commander peepers x awesome #ship dynamics #the cool guy #s2e6 #help

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yelenayena · 4 years ago

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Sweet Candy

Pairing: Yelena x Fem!reader

Genre: Romance, fluff, modern AU

A/N: This story is a little bit longer, so I suggest you bring your fav beverage, play your fav songs, and enjoy your free time this weekend by fantasizing about Yelena 💕 Suddenly I wanna make a tsundere Yelena, and I think I love every side of Yelena. I gave the title Sweet Candy bc between you and Yelena are really sweet like a candy 🥺 💕 I hope you like it, and I hope you understand my English because I’m poor at grammar hehe.

Summary: Your apartment was on fire, your best friend, Zeke, couldn't help you bc he wanted to fix his relationship with his gf. He insisted you stay in Yelena’s house for a while. After you stayed in Yelena’s house for weeks, on Valentine's Day, Yelena did something that opens up your mind and changed your life forever!

Warning: Explicit Content!

You just started your first year in university. You decided to study abroad, because your childhood friend, Zeke, had already come and being an international student, and that was inspired you as you saw his student life looked so interesting.

A couple of months ago you came to the same university as Zeke, and only a few days ago you got an unpleasant event when your apartment was on fire. So today, Zeke told you to come to his best friend’s house to stay in their home for a while.

You have just arrived at Zeke's friend's house, and you are standing in front of the door. On the third knock, the door opened. The tall-ass blonde, the one who opened the door, looked at you suspiciously.

By ignoring her expression, you smiled widely. “Hi! You must be Yelena! I’m Y/N, nice to meet ya!”

Before she responded to your words, you stepped into her house. “Wow! Your house is so lovely!”

Yelena’s eyes widened as you came into her house. “I’m sorry, but who the hell are you?” She asked with an annoyed tone.

You turned your body around to look at her, “Ah! Zeke hasn't told you yet?” You threw yourself on the couch, “I’m sorry for coming to your house so suddenly without prior notice, but in my condition, I also have no choice. So he asked me to come to your house, and he will give you further details later.”

She stared at you with a gaze full of confusion. You smiled nervously, “I’m sorry but I’m really bad at explaining.”

She held her index finger to her temple, “just hold a sec!” She brought and placed you in front of the door then she closed it.

You sighed and smiled sadly. You can understand her conduct, however, you are just a stranger to her. You sat on the step in front of her house, waiting and thinking, if she refuses you, maybe you have to find another motel or guest house nearby to campus.

In the house. Yelena grabbed her phone on the desk and called Zeke. On the third ring, Zeke picked up the call.

“ZEKE! What the hell did you do to me?!” She said indignantly.

“I meant to call you. So, she must have arrived at your house?” he asked.

Even though she knew Zeke wouldn’t see her face, she still nodded her head. “Uh-huh! And why the fuck she came to my house?! I mean, who the hell is she??

Yelena can hear Zeke sighed, “Yelena, listen. Y/N is my hometown friend, my grandmother even considered her as her own grandchild and I considered her as my lil’ sister. She studied in the same university as us. But unfortunately, her apartment was on fire the day before yesterday, it was on the news, you knew it, right?

“I immediately brought her to my place when it happened. She only had me in this city because she hasn’t had many friends in her department. She slept in my place last night, but my girlfriend was really upset when she saw Y/N in my apartment.

“You know my relationship was on the rocks, so it’s hard for my girlfriend to believe that Y/N is just my friend. So please, accept her in your house until she finds a new apartment, or until my girlfriend believes me and allows her to stay in my apartment. Okay?” he explained.

“It's so sudden,” Yelena replied.

“Please, I'm begging you. I'm so worried about her, she had no luck in her life, so you're the one I can trust to help her,” Zeke pleaded.

“Does she really have no relatives or friends here?”

“No, she only had me. You know we’re foreign students. She just started her first year in our university. I can’t let her stay in her new friends’ house, I ain’t trusting them. I really want to help her but unfortunately, I can’t help her right now because I wanna fix my relationship with my girlfriend, I’m screwed without her. You owed me so it’s time to repay the favor by allowing Y/N to stay in your house for a while. I promise she won't do such annoying things during her stay. She’s a good girl.”

Yelena sighed, “fine! I’ll allow her to stay in my house JUST for a while.”

“I know I can count on you!” Said Zeke happily.

“I told you, I can’t blame your girlfriend because you fucked every girl you met before you dated her. So take your responsibility and be a good man! I’m out!” Yelena turned off her phone.

When Yelena opened the door, she saw you walk through the yard to leave her house. “Hey! Wait!” She shouted.

You turned your head immediately when you heard her voice.

“I just called Zeke and- you can stay here for a while,” she said.

You smiled happily, “really?!” She nodded. You’re walking toward her and hugging her. “Thank you!”

Yelena looked awkward, “whoa- whoa- what is it for?”

“It’s my habit to hug someone when I’m happy,” you answered. “And- this is the reason why Zeke’s girlfriend was upset when she came to his place and she saw me hug him,” you continued, speaking more to yourself than to Yelena.

But Yelena can still hear your voice, she let out a long sigh, “the two of you really are weirdos! Come in!”

This time, Yelena lets you come to her house. And since today, you’ll stay in her house together. You told your story about the fire in your apartment and when Zeke brought you to his apartment until his girlfriend came over. You convinced her that you won’t stay long in her house until you find a new apartment. You believed Zeke so much, so when he insisted that you have to stay in Yelena’s house, you obeyed him without question. If Zeke believes Yelena, so you believe her as well.

She lets you sleep in the guest room. You asked her how much you have to pay for the room, but she refused it and told you it was just for a while so you don’t have to pay her except you paid yourself for a meal.

You stayed in Yelena’s house for almost a week. You thought she was a little bit cocky with an unfriendly attitude, but she is just a straightforward person with an expressionless face. She's nice actually, at least she still lets you stay in her house until now because you discovered difficulties to find a new apartment. People might consider her as a male because of her masculine figure, and she is a very tall woman with a height of six feet three inches. For you, she’s the perfect figure for the androgynous look, she look pretty and handsome at the same time. Her hair is blonde in a short bob with straight bangs, and it suits her well. You bet she’s pretty famous among girls or boys.

Even so, you found that her friends are just Zeke and Onyankopon, a cool and nice black guy. You found out quickly because she rarely hangs out with other friends except for Zeke and Onyankopon, but she's good at negotiating with others. You often see her talking on the phone with her business partner, and in the end, she smiled with satisfaction and told you that she reached an advantageous deal. She’s also an ambitious person.

Yeah, she’s a third-year business student just like Zeke, so she often gets the assignments for making a brand or a start-up from her lecturers. Well, maybe now you can be her new good friend, you’re a friendly and funny person, so it’s not hard for you to get along with her.

“What the hell are you doing in the kitchen for hours??” Yelena asked you on the phone. You can hear the class ambiance behind her voice.

“How did you know?” you asked.

“You didn't realize? I’ve been watching you from the CCTV in every corner of my house. Even when you did some silly movements in front of the TV to workout,” she explained.

You turned your head to the upper corner where the CCTV hangs. You looked at that with surprise. How can you not realize that there are many CCTVs in her house, and she's been watching you all the time!

“You! You're a sly peeper!”

She chuckled, “my house, my rule. So what are you up to?”

“I’m making chocolate. Valentine's Day is almost coming, so I wanna make delicious chocolate for my crush. Don't worry, I'll clean up the kitchen when I’m done.”

“Chocolate? That sucks! Why are you in such a hurry? It's still a week 'till Valentine's Day.”

You rolled your eyes, “as you know, I suck at cooking, so I need to learn to make un chocolat parfait.”

“Ah! And I still remember how horrible an omelet you made!” her tone was almost mocking.

“I know you're really good at cooking, but please don't be so mean to me.”

She laughed slightly, “okay. Do what you want. Bye.”

You thought you would be able to make perfect chocolate for your crush instantly, but it’s not that easy! Luckily, Yelena was kind enough to permit you to use her kitchen often. Although she’s good at cooking, she can't help you to give you some advice to make chocolate because she hates sweets. You practice almost every day until the V day comes, and efforts won’t betray you, you did your best to make beautiful and delicious chocolate.

“Finally-” you said while straightening your back and stretching your aching muscles, feeling incredibly relieved. Today is Valentine’s day, now you can go to college before the morning class starts, and give this beautiful chocolate you made to a Mister Perfect.

“You did it?” asked Yelena, you saw her standing on the stairway in the kitchen, still wearing her pajamas. And she stepped down to the floor.

“I did it!” you said happily. You looked at the wristwatches, “and I can go to the morning class on time. How could I've been awesome with that! Ah, I bought savory croissants you like and made hot coffee on the dining table. It's just a little reward for letting me use your kitchen, and as a valentine's gift.” You smiled and winked at her.

For the first time, she looked at you with eyes that sparkled. She smiled slightly, “thanks- So, when are you going to give that chocolate to the unlucky guy?”

You smiled at her, sometimes, she can be an innocent, sarcastic woman. “Perhaps, during lunchtime. He’s a second-year student in the Political Sciences Department, and he’s the coolest guy I’ve ever met on campus. When he puts on his football uniform, he's even cooler!” you said full of joy while imagining your crush’s face.

She rolled her eyes, “I don't give a shit. Besides, giving chocolate to the boys on Valentine’s Day is kinda old fashioned. Why don't you give him a bouquet or a concert ticket?”

“I- I don't know. Isn't that something men always do?”

She clucked her tongue, “it’s women’s emancipation.”

“You're right!” you said eagerly. “Chocolate and flowers! That's cool! I’ll buy flowers for him, too! Thank you, Yelena, you're brilliant!” and you left her to go to campus.

In the late afternoon, it’s a beautiful day at the end of winter, the warmth of the sun is still accompanying people on the outside.

It’s valentine’s day, a day full of love. But all you can feel is the cold wind in your heart, the day gets grey, and pain haunts you. You remembered all the hurtful things he said to you, you feel so rejected by him. It really hurts when you expect so much more from a person you once liked so much. You’ve liked him ever since the first day of college.

Love can sometimes be magic but magic can sometimes just be an illusion. Before you realize it, the tears stream down your face. You walked so slow in Yelena’s neighborhood.

You heard the horn behind you. “Ayo, Taffy! Walking to my house?” That’s Yelena with her car, driving very slowly to follow your steps.

You turned your head to her. She looked at you with a surprise, “Hey, you okay?”

“I- I’m okay,” you said sobbing.

Without asking you first, she scrambled out of the car, and put you in the front passenger seat of the car, and got behind the wheel.

“What happened?” she asked gently.

You cried harder when she asked that. Moments later, you told her your story when you got a raw rejection from your crush. “He even called me fat and I'm not his type. I mean, I’m okay with his ridicule, it's a fact after all. But when he mocked my chocolate, that's when I felt hurt. Anyhow, it was my hard work you even helped me make it,” and you cried again.

“I did nothing, you made it yourself with love,” she said and she turned her vehicle around.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I’m going to give that motherfucker a lesson.”

“You- WHAT?”

“Gimme his location!”

“Yelena- No! Turn around your car! Let's just go home.”

She gazed at you in silence for a while, “just shut the fuck up and keep your seat belt fastened!” she spoke firmly.

In the end, you just let her drive to the university yard where your crush and his friends are hanging around. Yelena insisted on giving him a lesson. Your heart raced when you saw her walk through the yard and stepped closer to the table where your crush sat.

Your crush stopped laughing when she stood in front of him, it also gave his friends in silence and looked at her in confusion. “Ayo! Rough guy!” She greeted him with a condescending tone.

“Who the hell are you, tomboy?” he asked her.

“Nobody, just a courier. I delivered a package for you,” she showed him a chocolate box and a bouquet.

“Ah, that’s from Y/N, huh? Take back, I ain't gonna need that. If I take that shit, I’m afraid that fatty would think I will accept her feelings.”

Yelena spat on the ground, “you know I was relieved I never dated a guy, and the guy I hate the most is the guy like you. You're more gay than I am, y’know? Before you mocked her, look at yourself in the mirror whether you're better than her or not! You think you're perfect, huh?”

Yelena threw the flowers and the chocolate on your crush’s face. Her hands in the fluid movement to deliver precisely aimed blows to a startled opponent.

“What the fuck!” He shouted out in shock. Getting rid of the flowers on his face and the chocolate stains off his jacket.

“Take that, you motherfucker! You should've respected her! It shows her love and hard work!” Yelena grunted, “but at least I’m relieved she wouldn't fall for an asshole like you again.” And she left him without waiting for his response.

You watched what Yelena did to him far behind, and it gives you a new perspective that you adore her so much.

“Thank you,” you said gently when you and she sat in the car.

“For what?”

“For everything. Why are you so kind to me? I mean, I am the one who often troubles you, but you still want to add a new enemy, because of me. I’ve seen everything you’ve done to him, and I really appreciate it.” You laughed strangely, “you were very rude to him, but I think he deserved it.

She grunted, “that son of a bitch deserves worse. Why do you think I'm doing this to you?” She looked at you seriously with her deep voice.

You find it difficult to answer. In silence, you looked at each other. You felt an odd feeling when you looked into her big beautiful eyes. You felt captivated by the look in her eyes, so you couldn't move your body when you realized her body moved closer to yours as she tried to kiss you.

As though conscious of what she was about to do, she stopped and sat up straight again. She cleared her throat awkwardly, “and the only one who can make fun of you is me.” She stared at the last small chocolate box on your lap. “Oh, there’s one more.”

“Yup, there is. Don’t worry, I’ll throw away this thing.”

She grabbed the small box immediately, “don’t! I’ll eat it.”

“What? Don't you hate sweets?”

“It’s okay if it's your make,” she eats a piece of chocolate you made. “Umm- not bad, ” she smiled slightly after she finished eating, then she turned the engine on.

After the incident on Valentine’s day, you can't look at her in the same way again, you felt confused about your feelings towards her. You thought she was just your friend, but now you realized you want her more than just a friend. You don't want to ruin your friendship with her, you need to find a new apartment as soon as possible no matter how to keep a distance from her and reset unnecessary feelings.

Luckily, you got a new apartment so you can leave Yelena’s house. Yelena and Zeke helped you pack the stuff and decorate your new room. After those busy days, you can finally enjoy your free time in your new apartment, all alone. And it gives you extra time to prioritize your revenge plan, once you've accepted the insult of the guy you liked. And a wise man said the best revenge is to improve yourself.

On the other hand, you wouldn't believe how much Yelena missed you. She felt empty when she stayed alone, she missed your presence in her house. She once got so annoyed by your noisy existence, but now she really wants to hear all your ridiculous babbling. When she thought of you, she smiled slightly, she didn't believe she could fall for a silly girl like you. Silly but sweet.

Since when did this feeling grow in her heart? She didn't know. Little thing she knew, you're the sweetest, most sincere girl she's ever met. Sometimes she wishes you could open your heart to a girl like her, but she doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable if she expresses any romantic interest in you. To get rid of all her thoughts about you, she occupied herself with the project the lecturer gave her. It is funny, you two are mutually interested in each other, but you two are too afraid to express your feelings.

Time flies so fast. Spring break is over. You are ready to open a new chapter of your life in this warm spring. You were viral by the rejection video of your crush to you, it was a nightmare because everyone recognizes you with something you don't want to be. But now, everyone on campus is amazed by the change you made to yourself. And the best thing is, your crush seems regretful that he has rejected and said something cruel to you. Now, you have some respect from others.

“Wow, I heard an issue that you're now some big news and one of the hotties in this university.”

You heard a familiar voice when you walked alone in the park near your faculty building. You frowned at your face and turned around your body, your eyes widened as you saw a big-beauty blonde standing behind you.

“Long time no see and, look at you, you've changed a lot! Now you've become- a Barbie doll? Eww! You look more ugly than before when you still have those fats in your body,” she continued.

You chuckled, “we’ve lived together under the same roof for almost three weeks, and I got your own dictionary. When you say no, it means yes. So when you say I’m ugly, it means I’m pretty?”

“Jesus, no! I tell the truth, I swear, the new you is ugly.”

“I, I just wanna love myself more by changing my lifestyle to make it healthier,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Whatever. I rather like your old appearance because now you’re a little conscious. Many morons will steal glances at you.”

“What?”

She sighed heavily, “something that didn’t change in you is you still slow like a sloth! Then, I’m leaving!”

“Hey, wait!” You grabbed her long arm to hold her step, “it’s unfair you come and go like a fart!”

Just one touch from you gives her a magical sensation. She then grabbed your hands and pulled your body to get closer to hers.

“I miss you so much! I can’t even stop thinking about you once you leave my house,” she hoarsely whispered.

She bent over you and kissed you. You were shocked by her sudden act, but her kiss is pure, fresh, and thirst-quenching. You felt her stiffening in surprise when you kissed her back, then she continued to insert her tongue into your mouth and moved wildly to play with yours. You two now are kissing so passionately, feeling the burn by the lust of each other.

“So this means, we’re stepping to the next level” she asked with a broad smile on her face. She looked happy.

You smiled mischievously, “what do you think?”

I think Yelena is the type who can make a straight girl gay. Who can ignore this big-beauty-badass bae 🥵🥵

My fav quotes from Yelena in this story 💕

Yelena to your crush: “...I was relieved I never dated a guy, and the guy I hate the most is a guy like you. You're gayer than I am, y’know?”

[she acted like a gentleman 🥰]

Sweet moments with Yelena 💕

Yelena to you: “Why do you think I'm doing this to you?”

[and you two were looked at each other until she tried to kiss you but she stopped it 😔]

You to Yelena: “Yup. I’ll throw away this thing.”

Yelena to you: “Don’t! I’ll eat it.”

You to Yelena: “Don’t you hate sweets?”

Yelena to you: “It’s okay if it’s your make.”

[then she ate your chocolate even she hates sweets 🥺]

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sritzthefirefly · 4 years ago

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The Not-so French Mistake

Pairing: Slight Dean x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. Any and all comments on this are appreciated. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors that I might have made. This is my first fanfiction (as a one-shot, I've written a few earlier in poetry form) so please go easy on me.

“You are going to die.”, he states nonchalantly, as if three men entering your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.

“I…WHAT?!”, I shout, my eyes round as saucers.

Well, today was a seemingly normal day. Until the seemingly normal day wasn’t as seemingly normal as I thought it would be.

2 hours earlier

“Hey, I’ll be leaving now”, my best friend said as she packed the small handbag she always carried around with her.

“Don’t forget the pickle jar and then come back 15 minutes later telling me you forgot the one thing I reminded you about”, I shouted to her from the top of the stairs.

She turned around to pick up the jar from the centre table when her eyes landed on me and she whistled. I pulled the drawstrings of my silk dressing gown tighter as I walked down the stairs.

“Ooooh, would you look at that, someone’s looking good. So, are you going to sleep after I’m gone, or are you going to have some company tonight?”

“I…..I just can’t……not so soon after...ummm……I know I’m stupid but I just wanted to feel good about myself”

She closed the few steps between us and hugged me tightly.

“Hey, you know he’s an asshole. His words don’t count, ok? No guy has the right to make you feel bad about yourself”, she said, pulling away.

“But he…….”

“No missy, you listen here, he’s an idiot who doesn’t deserve you. He should feel lucky he’s not in town or I would’ve kicked him so hard in the balls that impregnating a woman would’ve been a foreign concept to him.”

I gave her a small smile.

“Thanks for hyping me up, love. I’m now going to have ice cream and cry my heart out to sad rom-coms.”

“Bitch, you hate rom-coms. You’re just going to binge-watch Supernatural and you’re not telling me that because you won’t admit that you’re obsessed with the show”.

“Okay, okay whatever……Aren’t you getting late for your train?”

She looked at her watch.

“Oh shit! Bye, see you later.” she said as she ran out of the door, slamming it behind her. I sighed to myself and walked over to the TV, switching it on.

“Self-care time for me now!”, I said to myself, as I opened the fridge to get my favorite ice-cream when suddenly, the doorbell rings. I immediately turned my head towards the centre table and sure enough, the pickle jar was there.

Shaking my head, I picked up her precious jar and walked over to the door, pulling it open.

“I knew you……..”, I stopped short when I saw who was standing outside.

There, standing on my porch were, none other than, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.

And then I woke up.

Yeah, if only it happened that way.

I knew I was looking like an absolute fool in front of them, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, my eyes wide and my breath short as I stood there, taking in the two handsome men adorning my doorstep. They were dressed in their Sam and Dean outfits -plaid, over layers of plaid- it seemed like a scene straight out of a set.

“Hi! You’re Y/N right?”, Jared said in his usual husky voice while Jensen stood beside him, strangely staring at me with something akin to awe in his eyes.

“W…what? I…uh…yeah…I…I am Y/N”, I somehow managed to choke out.

“You’re awesome”, Jensen Ackles breathed out with a sigh with literal heart-eyes in my direction. He cleared his throat and blinked twice and then seemed to step out of his reverie. He gave me a small smile and looked me up and down with a small smirk and I blushed furiously. Wait, was Jensen Ackles checking me out?!

Okay, so there were either of these two things going on- either I was dreaming or I had completely lost my mind. But since I had already pinched myself and well, that damn pinch did hurt, so the situation pretty much tilted towards the latter side. I mean, Jensen Ackles knows me and he thinks I am awesome?!

“Yep, definitely not a fan”, Jared whispers somewhat sarcastically to Jensen to which he replies under his breath with a “Shut up, Sammy!”

I would have paid more attention to what Jensen said had I not had my whole focus on Jared’s last words.

“Ummm…..excuse me? No offense but I’m standing right here and you can rest assured that I am 100% a fan, of both of you. If you don’t believe me, ask me anything about Supernatural.”, I say, crossing my hands across my chest.

“Wha-Supernatural? Like the book Supernatural? You have that here too?”, Jensen asks seemingly surprised.

Alright, is this a game for their show? I thought to myself, utterly confused and dazed. They seem to know my name and well, address too and that can be the only logical explanation as to why Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are here, on my doorstep. But I couldn’t see any cameras nearby. Maybe they were hidden? Maybe I was meant to be taken by surprise? Oh shit, did I just challenge them right now? Was this being filmed? My mind rushed with a million things- ‘Oh god, I must be looking so stupid right now, acting like a blobfish instead of doing anything!’

I opened my mouth to say something, anything at all, when Jared cut through.

“Ummm I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s not really a good idea to be standing outside and talking. I promise we’ll explain everything. Can we please come inside and talk?”

“I….uh…..yeah sure. Come inside please.”, I was about to ask what their deal was but changed my mind when I saw Jensen nervously looking around and then back at me, pleadingly.

I closed the door behind me as they settled on the plush red sofa. I walked across the room and sat on the chair facing them.

“Y/N”, Jared started. “There’s no easy way to say this but I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. Like, from Supernatural.”

“Ummm…. I’m aware? Despite your contrary belief, I told you I was a fan.”, I said, confused.

“You’re our fan?!”, Jensen asked, somewhat stunned. “Haha sweetheart, am I living my dream!”, he added, his emerald eyes twinkling.

I stared at him through my eyelashes.

“Hold up, quick question, are you a Dean girl or Sam girl?”

“Dean, not now…..”, Jared sighed.

“Dean girl!”, I blurted out, immediately blushing deeply. Jensen’s entire face lit up and I hurriedly added, “No offense to Jared here.”

“Jared? You mean Jared Pada-whatshisname?”, Jensen asked incredulously.

“Padalecki, Dean”

“Son of a bitch! Fake us lives in the same universe as her!”

I started laughing and the both of them turned towards me quizzically.

“Ummm what is this? Some spin-off of The French Mistake?”, I asked.

“The French what?”, Jared looked at me, his eyebrow raised.

“That’s not important right now. Y/N, I know, it’s hard to believe us right now, but we are not your TV actors-we are not Jensen and Jared. I am the actual Dean Winchester and he is my brother, Sam Winchester. The trickster, the archangel Gabriel, owed us a favor and he let us travel into your universe.... Sweetheart please, you have to believe me. I umm uh, I have been a-”

I stood straight up from my chair, angrily.

“I’m sorry but what kind of prank is this? Going to people’s houses and-”, I started angrily when suddenly the entire room got spontaneously flooded with an immensely bright light.

“Cover your eyes!”, a deep, somewhat robotic voice filled the air and I immediately did so to lessen the risk of my precious peepers being completely burned out by an unknown source of dazzling light in my seemingly normal house in the middle of a seemingly normal (absolutely weird) day.

Slowly, the light faded.

And there stood Misha Collins-

No, that could not possibly be Misha. Unless Misha had suddenly evolved to be able to exhibit bioluminescence or had sprouted long black wings from the back of his trench coat or had learned to hover like a bee in mid-air. No, definitely not Misha.

That means, this must…this must be-

“Holy mother of God”, I gasped out.

“I….am….not….the….I am the son of God”, he said, walking across the room to sit beside Jar-no, no......Sam.

Holy shit! CASTIEL?! That means that all this time, Jens- Dean, had not been lying. I collapsed on my chair, my mind, not being able to form a single coherent thought. Dean leaped up from the sofa and rushed to my side.

“Darling….darling, look for yourself, that-”

“He is Castiel.”, I said, boring into Dean’s green eyes, they brought me comfort. “I believe you…… Dean.”

A look passed between Sam and Dean and Dean immediately held my hand and squeezed my palm as an act of reassurance as he beamed at me.

Sam got up from his chair and smiled at me, “Thanks to Cas here, you believe us. At last. I thought you were two seconds away from throwing us out.”

I snorted. A really ugly snort through my nose. In front of three delicious-looking men, especially Dean, who was somehow still looking at me like I was God’s gift to mankind. Hah, no wonder I was single.

I cleared my throat to relieve the awkwardness and continued,

“Well, in my defense, you guys were acting real creepy.”

Yeah sure, not even in my wildest dreams would I actually throw Jensen and Jared out of my house, no matter how creepy they act, but they didn’t need to know that.

“But how…why……..”, I started asking the questions bothering me.

“Umm well, yeah, about that…”, Dean started, gulping.

Castiel walked over and looked at me with downcast eyes.

“You are going to die.”, he stated nonchalantly, as if three men entering into your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.

“I…WHAT?!”, I shouted, my eyes wide.

Now

“CAS!”, Sam and Dean both exclaim at him at the same time.

“She was asking.…..”

“No Cas, not like that!”, Sam tells him prickly.

“Please tell me what the hell is going on! Why….How am I going to die? What’s happening?!”, I say, hiding my face with my hair.

“Darling, promise me you won’t freak out.”, Dean says, staring straight into my soul. “You are a character from a book in our universe. My favourite book. And trust me, this...you…. I am a huge fan of you. Have been, since I was a child. Now you see, few months ago, we stumbled into your universe when Gabriel pranked us. And then I saw you. I met you. The real you....just….perfect….And I just wanted to.....I mean..... I came back...I came back because…..”

“Because?”

“I know everything. I know how the book ends and I have come back here to save you, darling.”

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader -Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 10: The Wheels On The Bus Goes Skrt Skrt Skrt

It didn't take me long to pack. I didn't have anything at all, which left me only an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush to stuff in a backpack Grover had found for me and Percy. Both having nothing to carry we decided to share a bag. The camp store loaned us one hundred dollars in mortal money and twenty golden drachmas. These coins were as big as Girl Scout cookies and had images of various Greek gods stamped on one side and the Empire State Building on the other. The ancient mortal drachmas had been silver, Chiron told us, but Olympians never used less than pure gold. Chiron said the coins might come in handy for non-mortal transactions—whatever that meant. He gave Annabeth, Percy and I each a canteen of nectar and a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia squares, to be used only in emergencies, if we were seriously hurt. It was god food, Chiron reminded us. It would cure us of almost any injury, but it was lethal to mortals. Too much of it would make a half-blood very, very feverish. An overdose would burn us up, literally. Annabeth was bringing her magic Yankees cap, which she told us had been a twelfth-birthday present from her mom. She carried a book on famous classical architecture, written in Ancient Greek, to read when she got bored, and a long bronze knife, hidden in her shirt sleeve. I was sure the knife would get us busted the first time we went through a metal detector. Grover wore his fake feet and his pants to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his horns. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on. In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knew two songs: Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 12 and Hilary Duff's "So Yesterday," both of which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes. We waved good-bye to the other campees, took one last look at the strawberry fields, the ocean, and the Big House, then hiked up Half-Blood Hill to the tall pine tree that used to be Thalia, daughter of Zeus. Chiron was waiting for us in his wheelchair. Next to him stood a surfer looking dude. According to Grover, the guy was the camp's head of security. He supposedly had eyes all over his body so he could never be surprised. Today, though, he was wearing a chauffeur's uniform, so I could only see extra peepers on his hands, face and neck. "This is Argus," Chiron told us. "He will drive you into the city, and, er, well, keep an eye on things." I heard footsteps behind us. Luke came running up the hill, carrying a pair of basketball shoes. "Hey!" he panted. "Glad I caught you." Annabeth blushed, the way she always did when Luke was around. I looked at him with a frown. "Don't look at me like that. I had to find out from the others you're going on a quest." he glared. "So much for the option you won't die at." "I would've told you if you were at the cabin when I got back. Now what's with the shoes?" "Just wanted to say good luck," Luke told Percy. "And I thought... um, maybe you could use these." He handed him the sneakers, which looked pretty normal. They even smelled kind of normal. Luke said, "Maia!" White bird's wings sprouted out of the heels, startling me so much, Percy dropped them. The shoes flapped around on the ground until the wings folded up and disappeared. "Awesome!" Grover said. Luke smiled. "Those served me well when I was on my quest. Gift from Dad. Of course, I don't use them much these days...." His expression turned sad. I didn't know what to say. It was cool enough that Luke had come to say good-bye. But here he was giving Percy a magic gift.... It made me a bit jealous. "Hey, man," Percy said. "Thanks." "Listen, Percy..." Luke looked uncomfortable. "A lot of hopes are riding on you. So just... kill some monsters for me, okay?" They shook hands. Luke patted Grover's head between his horns, then gave a good-bye hug to Annabeth, who looked like she might pass out. The three went to Chiron about stuffs while Luke and I had a staring contest. "So Percy got a present and I only get an I don't know... a hug? Here I thought I was your favorite." "What made you think you are?" He laughed and ruffled my hair. "And no you don't get a hug." "Suddenly I'm not coming back." He smiled and from his back he pulled out a sheathed knife. "I meant to say you won't get only a hug. I noticed you're not a fan of swords. So, I made this my self. I am no Hephaestus child but hey..." He handed me the knife. The sheath was plain colored with a metal chap and locket, it had chains attached to the locket where I could probably put it on something to make sure I bring it with me. Pulling the knife out of the sheath, its knife was around 15 inches. On the blade, Ancient Greek was engraved on it. I think it's my name and the other side is his. "What is this?" I grinned. "I don't know. I ran out of good ideas! I swear I looked up some of Plato and Socrates for that." "And you settled for that?" I laughed. "I am going to take that back now." "Hey, that doesn't mean I don't like it. Thanks." "It's celestial bronze... Half of it at least." "Half?" "I'm sure Chiron won't appreciate it. It will harm both us and humans." "So... It'll hurt both side?" "Yup. And I'm not sure but according to a Hephaestus kid but it's supposed to glow when its near something." "Its not glowing now." "We never said no backsies. I'd like it back now." "I'll take good care of..." I stopped to think of a name and almost immediately remembered a perfect one, "Sting." "I would ask but I already know." Luke shook his head. "Be careful with Sting. It---" "He. Sting is a he, thank you very much." "HE, is lethal. He it can kill us, others close to our kind and normal humans." "Oops I accidentally stabbed myself." With a worried look he pulled me in a hug, "And whatever happens. Put your safety above all. No need to be the hero. If you die in this quest I will get the lord of the dead revive you or kill me." "Ew how sentimental." "Be careful... okay? All of you. Promise me that." "Fine, I promise. On the knife, I'll come back not dead, with everyone." After Luke was gone, I placed the knife on my waist. I went back to Percy. "Okay, that's extremely cool," I heard him say. "What's cool?" I grinned standing behind Percy overlooking his shoulder. "My new pen." He showed me his pen and uncapped it only to show a sword. "I can't loose it no matter what! Its called Riptide." "But what if a mortal sees you pulling out a sword?" Chiron smiled. "Mist is a powerful thing, Y/N." "Mist?" "I just keep hearing that over and over can someone finally explain?" "Yes. Read The Iliad. It's full of references to the stuff. Whenever divine or monstrous elements mix with the mortal world, they generate Mist, which obscures the vision of humans. You will see things just as they are, being a half-blood, but humans will interpret things quite differently. Remarkable, really, the lengths to which humans will go to fit things into their version of reality." Percy put Riptide back in his pocket. For the first time, the quest felt real. We was actually leaving Half-Blood Hill. We was heading west with no adult supervision, no backup plan, not even a cell phone. (Chiron said cell phones were traceable by monsters; if we used one, it would be worse than sending up a flare.) I had no weapon stronger than a knife to fight off monsters and reach the Land of the Dead. "Chiron..." I said. "When you say the gods are immortal... I mean, there was a time before them, right?" "Four ages before them, actually. The Time of the Titans was the Fourth Age, sometimes called the Golden Age, which is definitely a misnomer. This, the time of Western civilization and the rule of Zeus, is the Fifth Age." "So what was it like... before the gods?" Chiron pursed his lips. "Even I am not old enough to remember that, child, but I know it was a time of darkness and savagery for mortals. Kronos, the lord of the Titans, called his reign the Golden Age because men lived innocent and free of all knowledge. But that was mere propaganda. The Titan king cared nothing for your kind except as appetizers or a source of cheap entertainment. It was only in the early reign of Lord Zeus, when Prometheus the good Titan brought fire to mankind, that your species began to progress, and even then Prometheus was branded a radical thinker. Zeus punished him severely, as you may recall. Of course, eventually the gods warmed to humans, and Western civilization was born." "But the gods can't die now, right? I mean, as long as Western civilization is alive, they're alive. So... even if I failed, nothing could happen so bad it would mess up everything, right?" Chiron gave us a melancholy smile. "No one knows how long the Age of the West will last, Percy. The gods are immortal, yes. But then, so were the Titans. They still exist, locked away in their various prisons, forced to endure endless pain and punishment, reduced in power, but still very much alive. May the Fates forbid that the gods should ever suffer such a doom, or that we should ever return to the darkness and chaos of the past. All we can do, child, is follow our destiny." "Our destiny... assuming we know what that is." "Relax," Chiron told me. "Keep a clear head. And remember, you may be about to prevent the biggest war in human history." "Relax," Percy said. "I'm very relaxed." When we got to the bottom of the hill, I looked back. Under the pine tree that used to be Thalia, daughter of Zeus, Chiron was now standing in full horse-man form, holding his bow high in salute. Just your typical summer-camp send-off by your typical centaur. I took Percy's hand and we gave each other a reassuring nod. I wish us luck. Talking whilst at camp drained me. I apologize if I won't be much help. You have stamina? So you aren't a bigshot all powerful god? Without you and I as one. I am nothing. I have given you my everything.

Argus drove us out of the countryside and into western Long Island. It felt weird to be on a highway again, Annabeth and Percy was sitting next to me as if we were normal carpoolers. After two weeks at Half-Blood Hill, the real world seemed like a fantasy. I found myself staring at every McDonald's, every kid in the back of his parents' car, every billboard and shopping mall. "So far so good," Percy said. "Ten miles and not a single monster." She gave him an irritated look. "It's bad luck to talk that way, seaweed brain." "Remind me again—why do you hate me so much?" "I don't hate you." "Could've fooled me." She folded her cap of invisibility. "Look... we're just not supposed to get along, okay? Our parents are rivals." "Why?" She sighed. "How many reasons do you want? One time my mom caught Poseidon with his girlfriend in Athena's temple, which is hugely disrespectful. Another time, Athena and Poseidon competed to be the patron god for the city of Athens. Your dad created some stupid saltwater spring for his gift. My mom created the olive tree. The people saw that her gift was better, so they named the city after her." "They must really like olives." I interjected. "Not you too! You know what? Forget it." "Now, if she'd invented pizza—that I could understand." "I said, forget it!" In the front seat, Argus smiled. He didn't say anything, but one blue eye on the back of his neck winked at me. Traffic slowed us down in Queens. By the time we got into Manhattan it was sunset and starting to rain. Argus dropped us at the Greyhound Station on the Upper East Side, Percy and I didn't let go. Taped to a mailbox was a soggy flyer with Percy's picture on it: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY? He ripped it down before Annabeth and Grover could notice. "They could've at least gotten a better picture." I smirked which caused him to roll his eyes. Argus unloaded our bags, made sure we got our bus tickets, then drove away, the eye on the back of his hand opening to watch us as he pulled out of the parking lot. Grover shouldered his backpack. He gazed down the street in the direction Percy was looking. "You want to know why she married him, Percy?" I stared at Percy then at Grover. "Were you reading my mind or something?" "Just your emotions." He shrugged. "Guess I forgot to tell you satyrs can do that. You were thinking about your mom and your stepdad, right?" Percy nodded. I missed my parents of course, but I had Luke and Grover to talk to which made me less lonely. Percy became an outcast when we got to camp and had no one to talk to. I squeezed his hand and gave him a smile. "Your mom married Gabe for you," Grover told him. "You call him 'Smelly,' but you've got no idea. The guy has this aura.... Yuck. I can smell him from here. I can smell traces of him on you, and you haven't been near him for a week." "Thanks," Percy said. "Where's the nearest shower?" "You should be grateful, Percy. Your stepfather smells so repulsively human he could mask the presence of any demigod. As soon as I took a whiff inside his Camaro, I knew: Gabe has been covering your scent for years. If you hadn't lived with him every summer, you probably would've been found by monsters a long time ago. Your mom stayed with him to protect you. She was a smart lady. She must've loved you a lot to put up with that guy—if that makes you feel any better." I knew what Percy was thinking. He was thinking of the fact we'll get his mom and my parents. How we'll save them all. We got restless waiting for the bus and decided to play some Hacky Sack with one of Grover's apples. Annabeth was unbelievable. She could bounce the apple off her knee, her elbow, her shoulder, whatever. I wasn't too bad myself. The game ended when I tossed the apple toward Grover and it got too close to his mouth. In one mega goat bite, our Hacky Sack disappeared—core, stem, and all. Grover blushed. He tried to apologize, but we were too busy cracking up. Percy pulled me to a corner, after excusing ourselves for a bathroom break. "You finally going to tell me about this quest?" "The truth is," He started. "I don't care about retrieving Zeus's lightning bolt, or saving the world, or even helping my father out of trouble." I gave him a look that reassured him to continue. "The more I thought about it, I resented my father for never visiting me, never helping my mom, never even sending a lousy child-support check. He'd only claimed me because he needed a job done. All I cared about was you and my mom. The underworld god had taken her unfairly, and he is going to give her back." "Percy, we don't even know what's going on. Yeah, he might have her. But what is there's another reason? We don't exactly know anything. I don't even think my parents are with him." "Well, no matter where they are. We will get them back. The least I could do is get them back." He rested his head on my shoulder. "Don't "You will be betrayed by one who calls you a friend," "What?" I froze. "Percy... I would never---" "You will fail to save what matters most in the end." "What are you talking about?" The rain kept coming down. "The rest of the prophecy. Y/N, I don't want you to betray me. Please... don't." I could hear his voice breaking. "Of course I won't. We'll get this quest done. We won't loose anyone and we'll get our parents. Don't worry." I hugged him. "I will stay with you. I won't leave and I won't betray you." "Hey Bonnie and Clyde, we need to go." Finally the bus came. As we stood in line to board, Grover started looking around, sniffing the air. "What is it?" I asked. "I don't know," he said tensely. "Maybe it's nothing." But I could tell it wasn't nothing. I took Percy's hand and started looking over my shoulder, too. I was relieved when we finally got on board and found seats together in the back of the bus. We stowed our backpacks. Annabeth kept slapping her Yankees cap nervously against her thigh. As the last passengers got on, I immediately clamped my hand onto Percy's knee. "Percy." It was Mrs. Dodds. Older, more withered, but definitely the same evil face. I scrunched down in my seat. Behind her came two more old ladies: one in a green hat, one in a purple hat. Otherwise they looked exactly like Mrs. Dodds—same gnarled hands, paisley handbags, wrinkled velvet dresses. Triplet demon grandmothers. And I was now sure, Mrs. Rudolph was one of them. They sat in the front row, right behind the driver. The two on the aisle crossed their legs over the walkway, making an X. It was casual enough, but it sent a clear message: nobody leaves. The bus pulled out of the station, and we headed through the slick streets of Manhattan. "She didn't stay dead long," Percy said, "I thought you said they could be dispelled for a lifetime." "I said if you're lucky," Annabeth said. "You're obviously not." "All three of them," Grover whimpered. "Di immortales!" "Who knows maybe they just want to play?" I said nervously. Annabeth gave me a look of irritation, "Not now," she said, obviously thinking hard. "The Furies. The three worst monsters from the Underworld. No problem. No problem. We'll just slip out the windows." "They don't open," Grover moaned. "A back exit?" she suggested. There wasn't one. Even if there had been, it wouldn't have helped. By that time, we were on Ninth Avenue, heading for the Lincoln Tunnel. "Maybe a nice chat would help?" "They won't attack us with witnesses around," Percy said. "Will they?" "Mortals don't have good eyes," Annabeth reminded him. "Their brains can only process what they see through the Mist." "They'll see three old ladies killing us, won't they?" She thought about it. "Hard to say. But we can't count on mortals for help. Maybe an emergency exit in the roof... ?" We hit the Lincoln Tunnel, and the bus went dark except for the running lights down the aisle. It was eerily quiet without the sound of the rain. Mrs. Dodds got up. In a flat voice, as if she'd rehearsed it, she announced to the whole bus: "I need to use the rest-room." "So do I," said the second sister. "So do I," said the third sister. They all started coming down the aisle. "I've got it," Annabeth said. "Percy, take my hat." "What?" "You're the one they want. Turn invisible and go up the aisle. Let them pass you. Maybe you can get to the front and get away." "But you guys—" "There's an outside chance they might not notice us," Annabeth said. "You're a son of one of the Big Three. Your smell might be overpowering." "I can't just leave Y-- you guys!" "Don't worry about us," I assured him. "Go!" His hands were trembling. But I took the Yankees cap and put it on. And he simply vanished. Mrs. Dodds stopped, sniffing, and looked straight at a spot. My heart was pounding. Apparently she didn't see anything. She and her sisters kept going. "Maybe if they approach us, I could try talking? I really was Mrs. Rudolph's favorite..." I stammered. "Yeah stage is yours." Annabeth answered. The old ladies were not old ladies anymore. Their faces were still the same—I guess those couldn't get any uglier— but their bodies had shriveled into leathery brown hag bodies with bat's wings and hands and feet like gargoyle claws. Their handbags had turned into fiery whips. The Furies surrounded us, lashing their whips, hissing: "Where is it? Where?" The other people on the bus were screaming, cowering in their seats. They saw something, all right. "He's not here!" Annabeth yelled. "He's gone!" The Furies raised their whips. "Don't!" I stepped in front of them shaking. "H-Hi Mrs. Rudolph. W-What could you need?" Annabeth drew her bronze knife. Grover grabbed a tin can from his snack bag and prepared to throw it. To our surprise the bus jerked to the right. Everybody howled as we were thrown to the right, and I heard what I hoped was the sound of three Furies smashing against the windows. "Hey!" the driver yelled. "Hey—whoa!" The bus slammed against the side of the tunnel, grinding metal, throwing sparks a mile behind us. We careened out of the Lincoln Tunnel and back into the rainstorm, people and monsters tossed around the bus, cars plowed aside like bowling pins. Somehow the driver found an exit. We shot off the highway, through half a dozen traffic lights, and ended up barreling down one of those New Jersey rural roads where you can't believe there's so much nothing right across the river from New York. There were woods to our left, the Hudson River to our right, and the driver seemed to be veering toward the river. The bus wailed, spun a full circle on the wet asphalt, and crashed into the trees. The emergency lights came on. The door flew open. The bus driver was the first one out, the passengers yelling as they stampeded after him. The Furies regained their balance. They lashed their whips at Annabeth while she waved her knife and yelled in Ancient Greek, telling them to back off. Grover threw tin cans. It was as if I didn't exist which was kinda offensive. "Hey! I'm also here!" I yelled pulling out my now glowing knife and helped Grover. "Hey!" A voice from the door way echoed. "Percy you idiot! Run!" I yelled. The Furies turned, baring their yellow fangs at him. Mrs. Dodds stalked up the aisle. Every time she flicked her whip, red flames danced along the barbed leather. Her two ugly sisters hopped on top of the seats on either side of her and crawled toward him like huge nasty lizards. I don't know how but I managed to parkour my way to avoid them and get to Percy in no trouble. I raised my knife and stood in between of them. "Perseus Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said, in an accent that was definitely from somewhere farther south than Georgia. "You have offended the gods. You shall die. I suggest you step away from him Y/N L/N." "I liked you better as a math teacher," he told her. She growled. Annabeth and Grover moved up behind the Furies cautiously, looking for an opening. Percy took the ballpoint pen out of his pocket and uncapped it. Riptide elongated into a shimmering double-edged sword. The Furies hesitated. Mrs. Dodds had felt Riptide's blade before. She obviously didn't like seeing it again. "Submit now," she hissed. "And you will not suffer eternal torment." "Nice try," I told her. "Percy, look out!" Annabeth cried. Mrs. Dodds lashed her whip around my sword hand while the Furies on the either side lunged at him. I managed to keep one of them and parried with her using my knife., which turned out to be Mrs. Rudolph. "I hate to admit it but you were my favorite teacher. Why go mean now?!" I struck with the hilt of my knife against her, sending her toppling backward into a seat. I turned to see Percy had sliced the Fury on his right. As soon as the blade connected with her neck, she screamed and exploded into dust. Annabeth got Mrs. Dodds in a wrestler's hold and yanked her backward while Grover ripped the whip out of her hands. "Ow!" he yelled. "Ow! Hot! Hot!" Mrs. Rudolph came at me again, talons ready, but I dove in and got in range to swing Sting at her and she broke open like a piñata. Mrs. Dodds was trying to get Annabeth off her back. She kicked, clawed, hissed and bit, but Annabeth held on while Grover got Mrs. Dodds's legs tied up in her own whip. Finally they both shoved her backward into the aisle. Mrs. Dodds tried to get up, but she didn't have room to flap her bat wings, so she kept falling down. "Zeus will destroy you!" she promised. "Hades will have your soul!" "Braccas meas vescimini!" Percy yelled. I wasn't sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant "Eat my pants!" Thunder shook the bus. The hair rose on the back of my neck. "Get out!" Annabeth yelled at us. "Now!" I didn't need any encouragement. Taking Percy's hand, we rushed outside and found the other passengers wandering around in a daze, arguing with the driver, or running around in circles yelling, "We're going to die!" A Hawaiian-shirted tourist with a camera snapped my photograph before I could recap my sword. "Our bags!" Grover realized. "We left our—" BOOOOOM! The windows of the bus exploded as the passengers ran for cover. Lightning shredded a huge crater in the roof, but an angry wail from inside told me Mrs. Dodds was not yet dead. "Run!" Annabeth said. "She's calling for reinforcements! We have to get out of here!" We plunged into the woods as the rain poured down, the bus in flames behind us, and nothing but darkness ahead.

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UwU Haha this is what the knife looks like since I'm not sure if I describe it that well... Omg I just realized my brother changed the chapter title lmao -kookie-doughs

Just imagine it has your name on the blade.

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