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A Total Drama Magnus Archives AU

Day 7: Free Day!

Alright gang, this one’s going to be a bit different as this is what I’ve got the energy for right now. Rather than tell a narrative like I usually do, I’m just going to infodump the ideas I currently have about this AU.

The important thing to know is that this AU takes place parallel to most of the events happening in canon Magnus Archives. Though in this case the setting is actually The Usher Foundation, the sister organization in the Americas. Spoilers for The Magnus Archives because it’s going into it.

Everyone’s in their late 20’s here mainly because they need to have full time jobs for this to work. Also, please do check tags.

(It’s also got a very heavy focus on Alenoaheather as villains and I won’t apologize for this)

@total-drama-horror-week

Characters and their Roles

Usher Foundation

Gwen: Protagonist, pretty much takes up Jon's role except instead of recording tapes, she listens to tapes and makes forensic sketches so that the Foundation can actually be able to recognize what they're dealing with. Her sketches are hauntingly accurate. Becomes an avatar of the eye.

Courtney: The foundation's lawyer. Her main job is pretty much protecting the foundation from all the lawsuits about break ins that the investigator types just constantly do. Is a skeptic about all this and just took the job because she needed an in to the field and this is just what she found. Does start believing when she realizes her friend Bridgette is different even though everyone else claims she's still the same. And thus having to deal with Not-Bridgette.

The Antagonist Trio

Alejandro: Avatar of The Spiral. Comes from the Burromuerto family who have aligned themselves with The Buried. After…separating himself from family tradition, dedicates himself to The Spiral. Hypnotizes people into states of mind where they lose sense of self, direction, purpose, you name it. His hair is full of curls and his pupils fractalize when he’s hypnotizing someone, or when he’s feeling extreme emotion.

Heather: Avatar of The Web. Was once a regular spider that was gifted with ascension into avatarhood from the entity that spawned her. Now exists as a drider that tricks humans into coming enough to her so that she can paralyze, cocoon them, and eat them at her leisure.

Noah: Avatar of The Eye. Only surviving member of his family line in the event that saw him become an avatar. Feeds on learning and seeing others' traumas. Scrambles around trying to figure out avatarhood until he meets Alejandro, and later Heather. Works for the Usher Foundation to feed himself and feed his partners intel and vulnerable statement-givers to feast on. Peers into others’ worst traumas and can force them to relive it in their minds. He has an eye each on the backs of his hands.

Miscellaneous

Izzy: Avatar of The Hunt. She goes out of her way to encourage others to give in to predator/prey instincts. She enjoys watching the chaos go down between the Usher Foundation and the antagonist trio. She stays on the fence and would help either side if asked.

Eva: Avatar of The Slaughter. Or at least aligned with it. Offers herself as a mercenary so that she can satisfy her bloodlust. Works a lot with the Foundation but can be persuaded to work against them if someone else can offer her a better fight.

Backstories

Noah

Noah's part of a big human family with a lineage of being involved in supernatural things, from research to hunting to capturing to study etc. Basically a more localized version of the Institute/Foundation. They're more a neutral party rather than just for the side of humanity though, which somewhat puts them at odd with them.

The Mudaliars are one of the safer bets of information for those outside of the Usher Foundation. Of course there is usually a price in terms of exchange of information, corpses of what they kill (one of his sisters really likes dissecting things), just money, etc. Noah isn't the most sociable or the one who's normally 'customer' facing, but he's the one who stays at home the most while the others are out and about. They need to leave at least one person at home at all times to deal with clients that might come in, and that person was Noah once he was old enough to start getting into the family business.

The problem was their extralegal status ar semi-archivists led them vulnerable to those aligned with Entities. The large size of their family also made them a tantalizing target. Thus the family, Noah included, were kidnapped in an attempt at a Mass Ritual to bring forth all the Entities into the realm.

The ritual involves each Mudaliar being sacrificed in a different location for a different entity. Noah is meant to be a sacrifice for The Lonely, so he’s locked into solitary confinement, with his only interactions with the outside world being pictures slid under his door of the corpse of each family member as they get sacrificed for their entity.

He’s able to piece together what’s happening, though with dread realizes there’s little he can do to fix the situation. His one chance is to disrupt the ritual, though his options on that are very limited. Eventually he settles on the idea that he could devote himself to a different entity to disrupt it and save himself.

He knows he’s caught in a trap of the lonely, doomed to die a slow and agonizing death of dehydration and starvation being all by himself with nothing to eat or drink. Thus he turns his attention to attracting the attention of The Eye. His one idea for how to do this is to dedicate himself to keeping track of his own deterioration.

He commits energy he should be preserving writing down everything he’s learned, not sleeping until his body forces him to collapse in exhaustion and then just starting up again when he’s recovered. Running out of pen and paper and thus using whatever he can get his hands on, eventually resorting to his own blood in his commitment to make sure his knowledge doesn’t die with him.

Eventually, it works as he’s granted avatarhood. The downside is that he did this while still connected with his remaining family. Becoming an avatar of The Eye saved himself and the world, but it killed the rest of his family. Leaving him alone anyways.

He wanders around for a while trying to figure out what there even is to do about his life until he comes across Alejandro when he’s trying to feed himself with forbidden information.

Alejandro

The Burromuertos are a family that have served The Buried for generations (similar to the Lukas family). Serving The Buried has led them to getting riches untold from the ground. Their family always lives in prosperity.

However, this gift isn’t without sacrifice. Each generation, the Burromuertos have to sacrifice one of their own to The Buried. In the days of old this involved taking the sacrifice and shoving them inside of a special suit of armor. The person inside would still be kept alive, and slowly crushed to death over the course of their lifetime. The suit act independently of the will of the victim, following the orders of the Burromuertos outside. The victim would power that suit of armor that serves as a guardian.

By the time that victim is used up, they would have been crushed into a diamond. That diamond is then placed into a display room that only the heads of the household know about. It’s part of the guardian’s duty to protect this room, as well as the rest of the mansion and Burromuertos.

Over time, the suit of armor modernized to something more akin to a robot suit. Tradition made it so that the youngest would be the one sacrificed so that more time would last between replacements. It also had the head of the family sire children in threes: The first to inherit the family legacy, the second just in case anything happened to the first, and then the third to be the sacrifice.

Alejandro was led to believe that he was simply meant to inherit part of the family wealth. He knows of his family’s history with The Buried, but not exactly what the sacrifice entails. (Burromuertos are only allowed to know about the ritual once they’ve produced a potential heir since their use as a sacrifice becomes nonexistent.)

His time comes early, just before reaching adulthood, when the old sacrifice fully crystalizes. He’s shoved into a suit and discovers just how much value his family put into him.

He stayed like this for a few years. He learned to have only quick, shallow breaths, as anything longer would see his prison tighten around him. Although he had been conditioned to be loyal the The Buried even in this tortured state, he was always ambitious, and was never quite as loyal as his family would have liked.

Instead, he follows a descent towards The Spiral. With nothing else to do, there’s only trying to mentally escape his current reality of being crushed and trapped. He’d rather do that than acknowledge his family knows he’s alive, but will do nothing to save him because he wasn’t good enough for them to produce a younger child to spare him from this fate.

He’s somewhat aware of the things that happen outside of the suit, though he much prefers to stay inside with his hallucinations.

This is until Noah comes to free him. It wasn’t intentional. Truth be told on Noah’s end, he was just hungry for knowledge since The Eye was making it known he wasn’t feeding it properly. A rich family like the Burromuertos seemed like they’d have just the knowledge he needed. The robot at their beck and call was just another obstacle to deal with.

In trying to flee from and destroy the suit Noah accidentally ended up freeing Alejandro. Noah has a heart so he helps bring Alejandro back to reality. Alejandro has a heart full of hatred and pettiness so when he finds out why Noah’s there, he agrees to help steal from his own family.

Using what he’d learned from his time in the robot suit, he helps Noah steal some wealth, particularly the family diamonds.

Though when he touches one of them to put away he finds out they're still conscious thanks to inherited psychic link of having been trapped in the suit just like them.

The two of them bond through working with the diamonds. Noah uses Alejandro as a conduit to peer into the diamonds and feed off their traumas, while Alejandro gets the knowledge his family denied him without having to relive his own trauma inside the suit.

They stick together for a while, surviving using Noah’s knowledge about entities and Alejandro’s newfound hardiness. Experiencing the pressure of the suit has left him stronger and tougher than before as gravity now as nothing than the gravity he’s used to.

Though the whole time they’re doing so Alejandro still has nightmares from his time trapped in the suit. The terror always comes from The Buried, but then salvation comes in the lies he tells himself. The lies he tells to others to forget things. In fractals and spirals and other.

He gives in to The Spiral so that nothing else can ever claim him again. And life is pretty easy.

Up until they meet Heather.

Heather

Heather started off as a store-raised spider. As a spider she was naturally touched by The Web, enough to have a small form of sentience. Her dwelling was small and cramped, and meals didn't always come on time. She wasn't the happiest with it, but she also didn't really understand what happiness was. It was enough to survive so she lived with it, though the part of her that could think wanted more.

She thought she'd get this when she was bought by a teen. That teen provided her a much bigger terrarium, and went so far as to get her live food. She discovered what enjoyment was when she drained the life out of a fly. She was content. She actually grew to a healthier size for her species since she was malnourished before.

That teen seemed really excited to have her. Something about 'revenge', though Heather didn't know what that word meant. She figured it had something to do with that older sibling that constantly seemed to pick on them. Though that older sibling was squeamish around her, and thus she learned what fear was.

All this came to a head when it came to what her owner referred to as 'the big day'. Heather didn't know much of what was going on. All she knew was that she was placed into the smaller container her owner used when they wanted to carry her out of the house, and stuffed into their pocket. It was dark and cozy so while she didn't appreciate the jostling, it wasn't so bad. The next thing she knew she was taken out of that container and placed onto something with a lot of pink frills. She was pretty confused, but was able to piece together that she'd just been placed onto the ballerina outfit of that older sibling. She was content to stay in place until the performance started and the older sister began to dance.

In order to not be flung off, Heather clung as tightly as she could. Until, eventually, she heard a familiar tune. It was a song she'd heard play every meal time. One she'd eventually learn was called Dance of the Sugar Plum fairy. So, as she took this to mean that despite these circumstances that food was here, she emerged from beneath the folds. This immediately got screams from the other performers and the audience. And eventually that older sister when she realized there was a spider on her during the performance of her lifetime.

Despite Heather's intelligence, she was barely able to process the speed at which she was flung off from that body. Before she could recover from the fall, someone else came and squashed her.

The curtains fell, and everyone was fleeing from her mangled, still living body. Twitching in agony. There was screaming all around. But there was also laughter. One she recognized.

It was from her human. Laughing at a prank pulled off. Uncaring for her agony now that her job was done. No attempt to rescue her despite the love and care she thought she'd understood. The only mercy she received was from the ballet teacher who came to finish the job just so he could salvage the disaster of a performance.

It was in her death that she was able to meet her mother. The Great Spider. She was offered the chance to become the manipulator. It was her birthright, after all. She took it without hesitation.

One by one those who attended that performance went missing.

One by one she perfected her craft of trickery and deceit.

She saved her owner for last.

The look on her face was satisfying.

Thus, Heather started to fully live her life in her new form as a half-human, half-spider. Her human half took inspiration from what the idea her previous owner wished for herself. She uses social media to trick her victims into coming closer, and then when meeting them in real life, webs them up to consume them.

She’s had hunters try to take her down, and other people stumble into her lair, but none of them were really of importance.

Not until Alejandro and Noah, who find their way into her lair in their attempts to get a break from other avatars/humans in between their feeding sessions.

Heather tried to trick them into thinking she was just another victim who needed to be helped to get them to come closer. Unfortunately for her, they were both smart enough to know something was wrong. Noah outright said as much, to Alejandro’s chagrin as he wanted to lure her into a false sense of security thinking that they’d fallen for it.

They have this conversation about how this should have been handled in front of Heather. Honestly, it was pretty hilarious seeing them seemingly not understand the danger they were in.

Still, Heather had a job to do, so she threw away the false pretenses and chased after them.

Despite their banter they do prove themselves rather competent in evading her. Alejandro tries to hypnotize her, though as an avatar of The Web she’s highly resistant to attempts to manipulate her. Still, she’s impressed. So much so that she agrees to let them go.

…And then proceeds to follow them around while disguised as a regular spider in order to see if her hunch about these two having more worth is right.

She starts realizing their potential, though is unaware of the fact that they know she’s watching them thanks to Noah’s connection to The Eye.

Though this time he's smart enough to sneak this information to Alejandro rather than outright say it considering what happened the last time he decided to out her. Alejandro gets the idea to put on more of a show of their capabilities since he can recognize that she's sizing them up.

When it eventually does get public that they’re sizing each other up, that’s when they agree to an alliance. They’ll work together to keep each other fed and make sure they each stay alive.

No matter what.

Domains and Avatars in a Changed World

The Change still happens as it does in canon. Nobody has a direct part in it, though Alenoaheather are a continuous threat to The Usher Foundation as a trio of avatars seeking to expand their influence and victims. They get into fights, though the conflicting parties end up surviving to see themselves Changed.

Gwen

Her sketches take on a life of their own. When she sketches something realistically enough, it’ll come to life. She isn’t guaranteed control of it, but it will be there. In addition, if she sketches an individual, she’ll be able to ask it about things that individual knows. If she touches that sketch up to the original, then that person/creature will be trapped within the drawing. If the drawing is destroyed, so are they. Unlike with other deaths in the changed world, this is permanent.

Her domain is Artist’s Alley. There are booths run by abstract figures that buy and sell art. These art pieces are in fact humans/animals trapped in pieces of art. It represents the fear of being put on display for others to gawk at and commodify. She’s vaguely aware it exists, and when she does find out about it avoids it like the plague.

Izzy

She can turn into prey animals that lure unsuspecting victims into an obsessive hunt that never ends until the person can hunt no more and collapses due to exhaustion, dehydration, or a combination. At which point, she then turns into a predator that rips them apart. She waits for them to reform so that she can start the process all over again.

Her domain is The Opened Season. In it humans are caught in a cycle where they are always hunting someone down, while they themselves are always being hunted. It’s based on the fear of not being at the top of the food chain despite being high up there. Izzy spends most of her time here.

Eva

She can take her own emotions and strengths and project them onto others. This is usually rage and results in others getting filled with the urge for violence. This prevents them from thinking straight, which makes them both easier and harder to fight off.

Her domain is The Battle Arena. Humans are made to fight in an continuous onslaught against each other and other beasts and foes. There are places for training that are still met with violence. Places of rest and relaxation are all potential fight pits. It represents the fear of peace not being an option.

Alejandro

Alejandro's domain is The Lulling Field. It looks peaceful, with nothing trying to attack you. The grass is soft. There is a standard cycle of day and night. During the day it's sunny, but there's always shade among the many trees. It's just warm enough to encourage rest without being overbearing. There are poppies with fractal designs that litter the ground. For those who prefer resting inside, there are cabins with the comfiest beds imaginable.

Those who aren't lured by the temptation to sleep find those strange, beautiful poppies start emitting pollen that forces them into slumber.

That's where the horror begins. Once they fall asleep, they are trapped within a non-euclidean dream that never ends. The dream logic is strange and unpredictable. A person loses their sense of attachment to their body as they grapple with viewing themselves in the third person perspective of their dreams.

There are many times where they're allowed to think they've figured out how to escape the dream and have woken up, back to a reality pre-change where nothing bad has happened.

It's always proven as a lie as each 'wake up' is actually them being driven deeper and deeper into their dream. Until they can't even remember what their original reality was like.

The many peaceful sleeping forms that inhabit the field forever hide the torment the dreaming soul is experiencing. They enhance the illusion that it must be safe if so many are comfortable enough to sleep exposed.

The real world is such a harsh place right now.

Don't you deserve the rest?

As its avatar, Alejandro has the ability to travel through and inhabit dreams. In this form his limbs are much longer than they should be, and he’s closer to 8 feet tall. His fingers curl in on themselves but are capable of slicing. His pupils are permanently fractals.

He'll carry poppies that he blows into the faces of those who are awake to knock them out. He'll often go into those of his victims and insert himself as their dearest, most trusted friend.

Sometimes he'll try to convince them that they're insane for thinking that their dream is anything but reality. Other times he'll help them 'discover' their unreality and help them 'escape'. Truly let them think they're the protagonist trying to free their people. only to laugh when they just go right into the next layer of dreaming thinking that they've finally won.

His realm represents the fear of falling asleep and never waking up.

Noah

Noah's domain is The Library. Which, as the name implies, is a giant library with books filled on every subject known and unknown to mankind. There are cameras watching every shelf.

There are reference desks centered at the entrances/exits with mechanical attendants. Those attendants can answer questions in regards to basic questions about the section they reside over, but anybody seeking specific questions, or who wishes to borrow a book, need to make their way to the main reference desk in the center, which is where Noah resides.

The directions and maps to get to that main desk are confounded by riddles that must be solved using intelligence. If solved properly it's a quick trek to the main desk. Otherwise, it takes ages to stumble to the right spot, though being smart enough to make one's own map that works for them will also get them there quicker, albeit still slower than if they'd solved the original riddle.

Anyone in The Library will want to make their way to that central desk fast, because it has regular hours, and closed time where the lights go dark. The attendants make their rounds at dark.

Any visitor caught by an attendant is dragged to the central reference desk, frozen and put On Hold on a large shelf until Noah can come to deal with them when The Library opens again. The same thing will happen if they're caught stealing a book or damaging anything in The Library, which is nigh impossible to get away with with all the cameras.

Those who have broken the rules have all their knowledge forcibly extracted from them by Noah. His fingers slip through their skull to pull out their brain and spread it into sheets as thin as paper. The grooves of the brain become lines of text as they're separated into neat sheets of paper. Their bodies are used as the leather needed to bind the new book together. They're still alive and conscious through this whole process as they get shelved away into the appropriate section. To stay there until someone feels like checking them out.

Anyone who does make their way willingly to Noah during business hours has the option to ask for a library card. Library card holders are allowed to stay in the library after hours (so long as they hold firm to the no stealing or destroying property rule).

They can stay in the library as long as they like without need to worry about Noah. However, his partners do like to come visit from time to time, and they're always eager for more victims. Noah won't do a thing to stop them. So any humans can stay at their own risk.

Library card holders are also able to borrow books from the library. Regular books can be borrowed without issue. However, more valuable books, such as books that would help them survive and understand the new world they live in or books that were once people that have all their valuable knowledge, require valuable knowledge to be given in return.

A person can either let Noah Behold them for a traumatic memory that they will then be forced to relive as he examines it and determines if it's a worthy trade for the book they want. Or they can give up a cherish memory for him to turn into a book. They'll never be able to remember that memory again.

This domain's fear is about getting caught breaking a rule you didn't know existed. Getting punished in a way that far outmatches the crime. The rules are nowhere to be found so you have to either ask for them and risk somehow breaking them that way, or stumble around and hope you don't break them.

It's a surveillance state with an apathetic watcher. He only care for his books, not people. He doesn't want to be here. If he's made to deal with it he takes it out on the person who interrupted his brief moments of peace before going back to his task.

Noah's also got the ability to peer into someone's immediate future based on their current thoughts. He doesn't pack much of a punch himself aside from his 'blast them with the PTSD' ability. But he can dodge attacks because he can See them coming.

Rather than just have the two extra eyes, he now has eyes covering every part of his body. If he touches a person, he can place one of his eyes onto them so he can see what they experience.

He also has at least a vague awareness of what's going on in each of those cameras at all times.

Heather

Her domain is called The Spider's Den. There are spiders and webbing everywhere. There's evidence that there was once remnants of humanity but it's all overtaken by webbing. Stepping on the webbing sends vibrations to other strands, which is how spiders get alerted to the presence of humans. Only baby spiders are the size of regular ones from Pre-change. Spiders now are on average the size of humans.

Once they paralyze and cocoon their victims, they drag them over to the central web to present them to their queen: Heather. She'll inflict her own venom on them, and only then will she unravel their cocoon. Not to free them, of course. She rips into a person to pull out their nerves.

She turns the webbing into strings and replaces the nerves with them. With the end of their strings attached to herself. She forces them to play along into a fascimile of normalcy where Heather is the main star. Everyone else is merely there to compliment her and revolve around her.

When she doesn't need somebody anymore, she'll cut their webbing. They'll collapse with nothing to hold them up, and stay there paralyzed thanks to her venom and their lack of nerves. They're left to just watch as life goes on without them. Occasionally being used by other spiders as new nests. If Heather does remember they exist and wants them again, then she'll reconnect their strings and start the show all over again.

The domain itself is more about the general fear of spiders, but Heather has also turned it into the fear of being an insignificant player in someone else's story.

Her avatar ability is that ability to connect people to herself via webbing, and then control them as she pleases. Her venom enacts a permanent paralysis. While in her previous drider form her human half was mostly human, now her top half is much more spider-like. She has eight eyes and she has mandibles. She’s also bigger, standing closer to 12 feet.

Endgame

So there’s no concrete endgame for this AU, as it’s more ideas and concepts than anything.

I will say that post-change, Alenoaheather perform an unholy wedding in order to marry their domains together. It involves many a sacrifice, and they ‘invite’ the few outside of themselves that they care about to it. Mind you, they do this with the intention of keeping them trapped forever, but still.

One of which being Carlos, who has to grapple with the fact that his little brother has now become this monster. Carlos is just a human caught in all of this. Despite Alejandro’s best efforts, his abilities do overtake Carlos just with his sheer presence and Carlos becomes closer to a vegetable than anything.

Alejandro refuses to acknowledge this and treats Carlos as if he isn’t talking to a shell of a man.

Gwen and Courtney are traveling about trying to fix the world in whatever way they can. Mostly by killing off other avatars.

Eventually, the change gets reverted, though I can’t decide whether Alenoaheather gets defeated by Gwourtney before the change gets reverted, or if they become normal after the change and get hunted down by everyone else.

Either way, that’s all I have for this AU for now! Don’t know if I’ll decide to expand upon it more but hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[ * Introduction post i guess??? Erm... Anyway HELLO WORLD ]

[ * With a sudden influx of people following this blog and catching me by surprise, I figured out it would be a good idea to make an intro post about myself. Fun i guess? ]

[ * Anyways, please refer to me as Io or Aurum! Either way works! ]

[ * Identity things? I guess? ]

[ * My pronouns are it/its and I identify as stargender! ]

[ * I am also non-human, though I recognize that (to my dismay) I have the body of one. (No shade to physical nonhumans of any type though!!! You creatures are awesome!!!!) ]

[ * Further elaborating, I'm otherkin (dragon), therian (silver fox), and fictionkin (well... OCkin. And it's Io! info post link here). ]

[ * I also happen to be the host of what very likely seems to be a system, though luckily for me a small one (as far as me and the one other known member, Atramentum, are aware). I seem to be always in near complete control apparently??? But Atty has gained more control unintentionally before. Not enough for either of us to call it fronting or co-fronting but. Control nonetheless over the meat machine?? Ehh, they're a guy that exists ]

[ * Hobbies!!!!! ]

[ * The main thing you'll see is drawings. Many drawings. I enjoy drawing a lot! I have been drawing ever since I have memory. I also occasionally compose music and write, but I have yet to post any of that in this blog... ]

[ * And I also animate! Because of the effort it takes, it is quite rare to see me posting animations. But I still do it! I have a YouTube channel dedicated to it, in fact. You can find some of my animations there. ]

[ * Fandoms!!!! ]

[ * My primary fandom is the UTMV and has been for three years as of 29/07/2024! As such this blog is near entirely centered on it. I may occasionally reblog stuff from other fandoms, though I don't see UTMV getting overthrown as my current main interest anytime soon. ]

[ * Miscellaneous things? (Extra info, tags, links, cool looking badge thingies I find online) ]

[ * I'm Ink's wife and girlfriend (in a non-binary way if that makes any sense) for all eternity (/srs), and I post about that fairly often I think ]

[ * I also enjoy being an astronomical level of cringe... And I refuse to apologize for it. In fact if you dare insult me for it, or for anything really, I will channel the hatred into more cringepower. Cringe culture is dead and I am mauling its corpse :3 (That is an AMAZING quote. Might put it as a blog title eventually) ]

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#corv reblogs

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[ * Stuff I'm working on ]

OuterRenaissance (Undertale AU, Outertale variant) (has an official blog! @outerrenaissance though I gotta actually get started using it.)

Some info on star-born monsters! I think.

[ * Links for things ]

[ * About Io (UTMV self-insert, sona number 1) ]

[ * About Aurum (UTMV meta ""self-insert""??? lives outside UTMV technically but still interacts with it, also sona number 2) (NEEDS MAJOR-ISH DESIGN UPDATE) ]

[ * About Therian!Ink ]

[ * My Youtube channel ]

[ * Cool looking badges/user boxes!!!!! ]

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[ * Please, do NOT interact with me if you... ]

[ * originally this was a list but ehhhh ]

[ * just pls don't harass people... And don't drag me into any kind of discourse (Yup that includes shipcourse)...... Also don't be a bigot ]

[ * AI image generators can go to the ninth circle of hell though ]

[ * I'm too tired on a daily basis to go around checking everyone's DNIs so wahhhh ]

[ * That's pretty much it! Have a nice day! ]

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Ghost. - part 20: Directions

My suggestion for this chapter is Born to Die by Lana del Ray, cause I just had to.

Part 1 here - Last part to be published on Tuesday

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

TAG LIST: @kats72 ; @mischief2sarawr ; @m3ntally-unstable ; @star-maker-rain-dancer

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

Lydia crouched down, covering her head with her arms, but she didn't feel any impact. She didn't feel anything. Slowly, she opened one eye, and the strong light that hit her was annoying. She straightened up, blinking to adjust to the neon lights, and looked around, recognizing one of the corridors at the TVA.

TVA? Loki!

She still felt the stone she had taken from the tree in her hand. She loosened her grip to check that it was still there. And it was. And so was the TVA. She started running towards O.B.'s office, and the closer she got, the more she heard her colleagues talking.

"She will never give up, you saw what she's become, B-15."

"It's precisely because I've seen her like that that I don't trust her, Mobius. Under different circumstances, I might have gone with her into the unknown, but I won't accompany her to die and I won't let her drag us along."

"No need" Lydia said, opening the door "I did it."

"Did what?" Mobius tilted his head.

Lydia looked at everyone present before smiling.

"I took the heart from the donor" Lydia showed the stone to everyone, holding it between her index finger and thumb. B-15's jaw would have hit the floor if it weren't attached to her, and Victor Timely took a few steps back as if frightened.

"What the hell…" Mobius began but was interrupted.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much, the donor was dying anyway" Lydia slid the stone onto the desk towards O.B., who took it in his hands, adjusting his glasses.

"You really did it" Mobius leaned in to get a better look at the object.

"And it went well" Lydia shrugged, while O.B. began murmuring with Timely and analyzing the stone with various instruments.

"You've completely lost your mind" B-15 shook her head.

"Maybe, but at least I solved the problem."

"Actually, I'd wait to say that" O.B. interrupted, drawing attention. "This thing… has no energy."

"What do you mean?" Lydia tilted her head.

"Well, the heart is supposed to power the tree, like some sort of battery, right?" Lydia exchanged a glance with Mobius, nodding.

"So it should have a charge, a form of energy."

"Faster, O.B." Lydia crossed her arms.

"At first glance, this stone has nothing energetic or magical or anything. It's just a stone" O.B. looked at her almost apologetically for having to give her the news. Lydia laughed bitterly and dug her fingers into her own flesh as much as she could while rolling her eyes from the floor to the ceiling.

"Just a stone." She repeated bitterly. When she had put her hand in the tree, she had felt the energy coming from that thing, but there was only one person in the world who could have created such a deception.

"I can analyze it further to see if there's anything else but…"

"Screw it" she turned, opening the door and leaving "Screw everything" She ran down the corridors, knocking over anyone in her way, reaching the main hall and hurling herself against the glass behind which Yggdrasil hid the Asgardian, punching with all the strength she had in her body.

"Screw you, Loki" she threw another punch. "Do you hear me? Screw you!" She threw a third punch. "Do you want to spend eternity alone? Fine!" Mobius, who had run after her, finally reached her and grabbed her arm, pulling her back and out of the room while Lydia struggled.

"Sorry about that" Mobius smiled at the shocked colleagues. "She's a bit stressed, it'll pass soon."

Lydia continued struggling until she was out of the hall.

--

"Feeling better?"

Mobius had made her sit in the infirmary and left her there to cool down while he went to get her something warm.

Lydia didn't answer, remaining curled up with her chin resting on her knees and her gaze lost.

"I'll take that as a no," Mobius sighed, approaching. He sat on the cot next to her, holding the cup he had brought between his hands.

"I'm really sorry, Lydia, truly. And not just because Loki is my closest friend, but also because I saw your disappointment."

Lydia still didn't respond.

"You tried. You risked your life for him, and that's admirable, but sometimes we have to know when to stop, take the time to mourn and move on."

"I saw him," was all she managed to say.

"What?"

"Loki" Lydia lifted her head slightly "In Asgard. I talked to him."

Mobius took a moment to process.

"And what did he say?"

"That he loves me and that he wants me to move on."

Mobius inhaled.

"You should."

"I can't," Lydia finally turned to look at him "I know he made a choice. I know we should be grateful and do our best to live out the opportunity he gave us. I know all of that."

"But you can't."

"He asked me if I loved him. I said yes, and he left. He chose to live without me. But I never chose to live without him."

"You two are so selfish," Mobius smiled, taking a sip from the cup, forgetting he had brought it for her "and yet you both have no sense of self-preservation."

"How can I move on, knowing he loves me too, that we could have had everything? I can't live in this purgatory where he's alive but we all have to pretend he's dead."

"I understand," Mobius nodded "But if you do love him, the only thing you can do is preserve his legacy. This," he gestured around them "is what we have left of him."

A shrill beep from Mobius's pager interrupted the conversation. Mobius glanced at it quickly.

"It's O.B., want to go see what he says?"

Lydia nodded slightly.

"Let's go," he got off the cot, "and then enough. Starting tomorrow, you'll focus on something else, agreed?"

She smiled slightly and followed him.

--

The last person she expected to find in O.B.'s office was her.

"Sylvie" Lydia said through gritted teeth.

"Princhett" Sylvie replied with equal enthusiasm.

"This isn't your place, what are you doing here?" Lydia crossed her arms.

"I invited her" O.B. interjected "for an Asgardian's perspective."

"Trust me, as soon as this little meeting is over, I'll be as far away from your ugly face as possible."

"Calm down," Mobius intervened. "Both of you. O.B., what have you found out?"

"Well," he adjusted his glasses "as I said before, this stone should work like a battery, but right now it's drained. Upon further investigation, we found small traces of energy inside, of various kinds, or rather, coming from different sources."

"Which, for those without an engineering degree, means?"

O.B. looked at Lydia's blank expression, which somehow made him feel more uncomfortable than when she was angry. He gulped.

"Well, thinking of it as a battery, this is currently drained, but it's possible that it has been recharged multiple times in the past."

"I'm still not following," Mobius put a hand on his hip.

"The heart fills with the power of whoever creates the tree, i.e., it recharges, and then it diffuses it, powering Yggdrasil little by little" Sylvie interjected.

"And how does that help us?" Lydia massaged a temple, too tired to think and her plans never seemed to work.

"Loki could use it this way" Sylvie grabbed the stone and waved it in front of Lydia, "he could inject his power into it and then leave, letting the tree power itself until the battery runs out."

"And when the battery runs out?" Mobius asked.

"We end up like Asgard in 2017" Sylvie turned to him "But that would happen anyway at some point, because nothing is infinite, not even Loki's power."

"Sounds easy" Lydia looked at her skeptically.

"Oh, it's anything but easy. The moment Loki recharges the heart with all his power, he ends up with nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"That he would no longer be a god, neither of mischief nor of time. Goodbye powers, goodbye longevity, goodbye everything. He would just be Loki… and—"

"And he would never agree to that," Lydia sighed, running her hands over her face. Sylvie nodded, and a silent moment passed.

"Well, we'll have to convince him," Mobius clasped his hands in front of him.

"You know it's impossible" Lydia shook her head.

"No, I don't know that, and neither do you."

The group just looked at him as if he were rambling.

"Come on, you can't say Loki has never surprised you" he continued "When he arrived, he was an egotistical megalomaniac, and in the end, he made the greatest sacrifice one could ask of someone."

"So what are you suggesting?" Sylvie crossed her arms.

"To go on. To try. Whatever happens, it will be his choice and it will be free, and whatever it is, we'll have to accept it" he looked at Lydia.

"I don't think he wants to listen to me right now," Lydia sighed.

Mobius smiled, "In fact, I don't think it should be you talking to him."

--

Swimming in space in a heavy suit attached by a cable to the TVA base was probably the most difficult and complicated thing to do. Besides, it was risky, given that the tree emitted a considerable amount of radiation.

Mobius cursed with every step.

After passing the branches that, like brambles, blocked the passage, Mobius found not Loki, but the god of time. Seated on his golden throne, rigid and with a face that seemed to have aged years. He looked at him, and Mobius had the sensation of facing someone else, someone unknown.

"Mobius," the god pronounced his name.

"Should I bow?" Mobius tried to lighten the atmosphere, and the only response he got was a softening of Loki's expression.

"I know why you're here and my answer is no."

"Oh good, since the longer I stay, the more I risk my skin, I'm glad it was quick," Mobius shrugged "Enjoy the rest of eternity" he waved, turning to leave, taking only two steps before stopping, as if a thought had just occurred to him.

"Just one question before I go" he turned back to the god "why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why don't you want to come home?"

"I have no home to return to" Loki clenched his jaw.

"Oh, come on! Why are you always so dramatic?" Mobius laughed "You know that's not true. We are your home, and I know you know it" he shook his head "why don't you give me an honest answer?"

Loki didn't respond.

"Nothing? Then I'll guess," Mobius touched the helmet with one hand, as if he wanted to massage his temple. "Maybe you think you deserve punishment for all the deaths you've caused over time, or maybe you think the only way not to do more damage is to abstain from the world, or maybe you believe that solitude is the only answer because you've been too disappointed by the people you trusted."

"Mobius…" he spoke as if to warn him.

"Maybe all of these things together, or simply, you couldn't face life without being a great god but a mere mortal."

"You know I'm not that shallow."

"So, what is it? What's the reason? Give me a sensible answer and I promise I'll leave." Loki clenched a fist and looked away. Mobius sighed.

"I know you believe there's nothing out here for you, right now. That the god of mischief or time is the only thing you can ever be, but it's not true. You are a skilled analyst, you've proven to be a brilliant scientist, and most importantly, you are a great friend, and that's why I'm here."

Loki looked at him with a softer expression.

"We love you, Loki. We want you in our lives, and knowing that you're just an observer isn't enough for us. We want you to be a part of them."

"And what if it doesn't work?" Loki sighed.

"Know that there's someone at the TVA who doesn't understand the meaning of the verb 'to give up.'"

Loki ran a hand over his eyes, "She'll end up getting herself killed."

"That's why you need to come back, the girl has no sense of self-preservation, she's impulsive like no other, and I can't keep up with her anymore" Mobius took a few steps, placing himself in front of Loki "But know that she's not the only one at the TVA ready to risk everything for you." He placed a hand on Loki's shoulder. Loki gave a faint smile, covering Mobius's hand with his own, and Mobius felt terribly relieved at the idea of seeing his friend again and not the self-proclaimed king of timelines.

"So…" Mobius reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out the stone. "Shall we give it a try?"

so... stay tuned for the epilogue, I guess. Don't think many users are reading this fic anymore... anyway, I'm writing and pubilishing for the few who do read it, and myself. As, usual Cheers.

[walker-extended-universe]

What are the odds?, Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Relationship(s): Geri Broussard & Sam Winchester, Walker Family

Tags/Warnings: Amnesia, Alternate Universe, Mistaken Identity

Summary: "Cordell" returns home and everyone does their best to help him settle in

Written for @augustofwhump day 6- Confusion

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Cordell (it still felt weird to call himself that) was let out of the hospital after a few weeks. In that time, he’d met everyone in his family, even those not related by blood.

Abby and Bonham were nice as parents (though he still wondered where they pulled that name from), if a bit overbearing. Abby in particular never seemed to want to leave him alone for more than an hour and he could tell she was holding herself back with that. Navigating around his parents felt strange, but he supposed it would be odd for anyone who was old enough to be a parent themselves.

Liam was a good brother, always helping field the family when he got overwhelmed and happy to argue with the doctors when he felt they weren’t listening to Cordell’s needs. Out of everyone, he was the most sure that Cordell would eventually get his memories back. The fact that his brother believed it made Cordell a little more assured of that too. Trusting his brother was the most natural part of this whole thing.

He’d also met Larry James, Cassie Perez, and Trey Barnett, all good friends from work. They were excited to see him back in the office again, but understood it would be a while. He needed to get at least some of his memory back if he ever planned to certify again, after all. For some reason, being a Texas Ranger didn’t feel quite right to him, but that was alright. Maybe that just meant it wasn’t his dream job. And he was nearing retirement age; maybe no one would judge him if he decided not to return to that.

And then there was Geri Broussard, an old friend from high school. She’d been in his life for longer than his late wife. He liked Geri. She was nice and sometimes he thought he might remember her.

Honestly, the hardest part of learning his family was his children. Stella and August. Great kids, as far as he could tell. And he didn't remember a single moment of their lives. He felt guilty for that, like he’d just missed everything. Their first steps, their first day of school, their first romances. He hardly knew how to talk to them. And they must feel that way too, because they never seemed to know what to say either.

Moving back to the ranch almost made it worse. Both the main house and the farmhouse he and the kids lived in were full of family pictures with people he didn’t recognize at events he didn’t remember. Sure, he could put names to faces, but none of them really registered. There was no memory, no sentiment.

He wanted it. He wanted it badly. He wanted to remember his past, to connect with the people in his life on a deeper level. He just wished he knew how.

“Hey, Dad”

He looked up from the pictures on his dresser to see August standing in the doorway. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Nothing. I just- I’m glad to have you home. We all are. I know Stella’s a little…distant right now. But she’ll come around. You know how she is….” His son trailed off.

Cordell coughed. “Uh, I don’t. Not right now. Not yet. But I’m looking forward to learning about her again. And you. All of you.”

“I know. It’s just….”

“It’s hard. I know it is. A-And I’m sorry to put you through that. But it’ll get better. We just have to hold onto that.”

His son smiled. “I know. We’ll get there. We always do.”

It hurt him to know his family had been through hardships like this before, especially knowing it all likely stemmed from his work. It hurt him more that he didn’t have those memories to hold onto and draw from.

But he had hope, and so did his family. That was more than enough.

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Geri sighed as she pulled up in front of the farmhouse.

She didn’t know why she was doing this to herself. It hurt to walk in there and see Cordell take a few seconds to remember her name and who she was. She didn’t even bother trying to explain that they were dating. Then being friends was the most she could expect, and even that was on thin ice.

Still, every day she dragged herself out here and talked to him. She tried to help him remember things, telling him stories he didn’t remember, stories that other people wouldn’t know. She brought little mementos, hoping something would spark a memory and he would come back to them.

But it never worked. He would just stare at her and whatever she brought, confusion etched on his face.

It was almost like he wasn’t even the same person anymore. And that hurt.

But she loved him all the same. So she wouldn’t give up trying.

She got out, carefully holding today’s memento. It was a snowglobe he’d bought for her on her birthday trip last year. She was going to try a more recent memory this time, just to see. She knocked on the door and waited patiently.

Soon, the door opened and Cordell was smiling at her. His eyes searched her face for a moment. “Hey, Geri! What brings you by?”

It almost felt normal. Almost.

“Hey! I just wanted to see how you were doing today. And I brought a little something….”

His smile dimmed a bit. “Oh, yeah. Well, come on in.”

They made their way to the living area. “So, do we start with the experiment or the small talk?” Cordell muttered.

She sighed. “I’m sorry. I know this is…stressful. I know there’s a lot you don’t remember. I just… I keep hoping that seeing or hearing something will help.”

His face softened. “I know you’re just trying to help. Everyone is. I just wish I knew what would help so we didn’t keep just banging our heads against the same walls.”

She nodded. “That must be frustrating.”

“It is.”

She reached for his hand. “We don’t have to try anything today if you don’t want to. We can just… Talk.”

He shook his head. “No, no. I want to try. I mean, maybe this is the day the dam breaks and I remember everything. We won’t know unless we try, right?”

She nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure….”

They sat down on the couch and she pulled the snowglobe out of her tote bag. She sat it on the coffee table and gave him a minute to look at it. Maybe just seeing it would spark something.

He looked at it, picked it up, turned it upside down…. But said nothing. Just like every other time she tried it, he just looked at it confused, like he’d never seen such an exotic item before. “I…. I don’t remember Oklahoma City,” he confessed.

She nodded. “You took me there for my birthday last year. You made a whole trip of it. I hadn’t been back there since I was a kid….”

His confused eyes turned to her. “A birthday…trip. Just the two of us?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t know how you planned it without me-”

“Geri, are we…. Were we a couple?”

She flinched. “....Yes. We… I was planning on moving in, actually.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know,” he said softly. “I’m still sorry.”

“I know.” Everyone was sorry. Geri was sorry, Abby was sorry, Liam was sorry…. She was starting to get tired of hearing that.

“Geri?”

Geri shook herself out of her thoughts. “Yes?”

“I…. I know I don’t really know you. Not right now. And I know we can’t exactly jump right back into dating a-and I swear I’m not just saying this because you told me we were dating but… I don’t know, I just feel something with you.”

Geri’s breath stuttered.

A feeling. It was a feeling. Which wasn’t much, but it was something. It was something more than they had a week ago, or even yesterday.

“That… That’s really good to hear,” she said. “I’m really, really happy to hear that.”

Cordell smiled, and it looked familiar for the first time in a while.

[datastate]

hello yttd fans. i really dislike making posts such as these, but i believe many of you do not realize how discourteous you're being and i would like to bring that to your attention for... well, everyone's sakes.

to preface, the your turn to die tags are intended for searching for fan content. this includes:

- fan art, writing, sculptures, knitting, etc. various art forms which feature some level of yttd theming - theories/speculation, commentary, etc. (likely accompanied by screenshots or official artwork) - headcanons, be it drawn or simply compiled in a post - aus/crossovers based upon the main game - edits - so on; just most things that draw from and extrapolate upon yttd, really.

+ ytts tags may have overlap in the yttd tag. this is understandable, as it as an offshoot of the main game.

this does not mean that every single post you make on yttd must be constructive -- i've certainly had times i only wanted to share a cute sketch nankidai made, with little additional commentary. but the difference here is what you choose to maintag, and how often you do so. there are some posts which, frankly, do not need to be maintagged. i'm not telling you to delete them, just not to spam the main tag with them.

many of the current 'daily' yttd blogs in particular have dismissed this. if you intend to post daily, you must realize that you will be interacting with the search tag incessantly. typically, i'd have no issue with this! i love seeing the yttd tag blow up, as it did with the minisodes, ytts, or the chapter updates! it was nice seeing everyone reinvolve themselves, if only briefly.

however, when the tag is overwhelmed by 'daily' blogs which are only ever posting official content that has been out for years -- that is when i take issue. people should not have to avoid the yttd tag simply because it's difficult to comb through for actual art and the like they're searching for; they shouldn't have to block another five blogs to make it useable.

you are overwriting many people's other posts, and with recent tumblr developments, sometimes the search tags have a limited amount of posts they will show - which applies even after you have blocked people. all you will find is a screenshot along the lines of this:

[ID: Screenshot of Tumblr’s recent search tag, reading: “No recent posts tagged with #your turn to die? / You should go ahead and make one." END ID.]

now, i understand that some people might not be sure what to share, in which case i'd ask you to sit on that before you begin posting on a blog that warrants daily interaction! in general, planning out exactly what you intend to post beforehand is probably a good idea: whether it's edits, headcanons, art, so on...! i'm sure there's something of your own you can showcase & add in your individual flair for your blogs! i don't intend to turn you away from the yttd tag entirely, but i know there's more unique you can add on your own instead of simply reposting the yttd game, one frame at a time... (an exaggeration, but i do hope you understand my point.)

- for example, if it's a case of you not being confident in your art, or feeling as if you need prompts to draw. here is some advice!!

{ confidence } - you should still practice! although it may be discouraging not having people reblog your art as often, it's nonetheless a step in the right direction! hell, i've seen some beginner artists who already show tons of potential: despite their insecurities about linework, they'd have amazing colors; or despite their colors feeling flat, they're slowly trying to hammer away at intriguing or symbolic composition. honing this is what's truly important, and i'm sure the right audience will eventually begin to recognize and appreciate the effort you've put into it.

{ prompts } - in this case, it may very well be fitting to make an introduction post asking for requests! but - if that doesn't work out, there's always option b) searching out prompt generators! or, finding lists of prompts somewhere on tumblr. there were many roleplayers who used to use these for writing, but you could still draw out the scenarios!

all in all, it's just important to find your niche! i don't have a good conclusion to this post. just please be mindful of not spamming the tag in this way. there are other ways to contribute/be known without frustrating other fans... thank you if you've read this post in full.

[league-of-blorbos]

This is gonna be a long and weird post from me, and I don't know if it'll even be comprehensible in the end, but I just wanna put my thoughts out there about my feelings for Jhinhwei and why even as everyone else has fallen in love with this ship, I'm struggling to get into the idea of it.

(And to get this out of the way, this is all just my personal interpretation of these characters, I'm not gonna shame anyone for shipping something I don't or reading a character differently than I do. I'm doing this mostly cuz I just wanna voice my thoughts on this pair and maybe hear from people who think differently than I do. Also the other ships I tagged will make sense in a moment I PROMISE!)

It's not that I don't understand the appeal, oh no, this ship feels like it was handmade to appeal to Tumblr's love of darker, tension-filled, inherently toxic, homoerotic romance. It's LoL Hannigram, it's someone who's at least somewhat moral falling obsessively in love with a psychopath, and now they're at a cross roads of if they want to try to remain a decent person but abandon their love, or embrace the darkness within them and allow themselves to be in love with this horrible person. There's so much potential for drama and complex explorations of love and obsession that this ship should absolutely grip me.

But it doesn't, even as it's gripped others who like the same other pairings that I do.

My two other favorite ships (bear with me, I think understanding why I love these two helps rationalize why I don't ship Jhinhwei), the ones that have actually worked their way into every crevasse of my brain and I think about scenarios of them while trying to fall asleep is Kayn/Rhaast (big shock I know /s) and Simon/Betty from Adventure Time. They are also two pairings that delve into obsession and where neither partner is fully good (or in Petrigrof's case, more like good people with unintentionally toxic behavior).

Let's start with Rhaayn cuz I've rambled enough about that ship on here to fill a library (hehe voicelines references). Rhaayn is more of a classic enemies to friends to lovers with the Symbrock dynamic of Rhaast being a parasite that is fighting for control over Kayn's body being thrown in there for spice. The fun with this ship is seeing how their fight forces them to have to share moments of closeness and eventually bond with the other, and how through those moments, Kayn and Rhaast both find a perfect mirror for themselves. They find someone with the same level of bloodthirst and similar war-related trauma, but also someone who balances them as they are opposites and the same in so many ways.

Petrigrof (spoilers for both Adventure Time and Fiona And Cake) is sorta the opposite of Rhaayn in that a lot of Rhaayn focuses on how they fall in love, while Petrigrof's main story starts after already being together. The other way they're different is that while I very much SHIP Rhaayn, I'm kinda lying when I say I SHIP Simon and Betty as my favorite part is that they don't stay together in the end. The Youtuber Sarcastic Chorus has already done an amazing analysis of this ship that matches a lot of my feelings on them, but to sum up, how Petrigrof ended is all due to Betty and Simon's mistakes. They loved each other so much that Betty was willing to throw so much of herself away for Simon, while he was blinded to how much she was doing for him, and even in the moments where he did recognize Betty was doing too much, he let her keep trying as he thought it would undermine their relationship if he didn't. And I love that their story is a lesson in how even well-meaning obsession can be toxic and that you need to know when to walk away and move on, even when it hurts you and the person you love.

Simon is just as madly in love as Betty is and vice versa, and they're both equally responsible for the way they ended up. While with Rhaayn, both crave each other's company because they've found someone who is just as violent and fucked up in all the same ways as they are.

But compared to those two pairs, Jhinhwei feels too unbalanced, and not just due to the power imbalance. To summarize it, my other ships feel like two people who ruin each other (or heal each other, or both!), while Jhinhwei mostly feels like Jhin trying to ruin Hwei and the main draw is Hwei choosing to accept the ruin and his internal struggle about it. The story of them, as I read it, focuses almost solely on Hwei's arc and you could theoretically have him effect Jhin just as much, but first, any attempts for Hwei to "fix" Jhin would just recreate the issue for me in the other direction, where it's now about Jhin's internal struggle with Hwei trying to heal him. Second, I have a hard time reading that as anything other than drastically changing Jhin's character to the point where you might as well make an OC.

That last point is definitely more of a personal problem as I have way more trouble getting into Jhin's headspace than I do with Hwei or Kayn or even Rhaast. But to me, Jhin is almost more of a force of madness than a character I can dive into the complex mind of, and I'm kinda ok with that. A lot of people love trying to figure out how these characters' brains work and why they are who they are, but just like how Riot never wanted to unmask Jhin (until that goddamn concept art came out!), I'm ok with leaving the mask on and letting some things about Jhin remain mysterious, even at the cost of Jhinhwei not meeting a lot of the criteria to be a ship that I really fall in love with.

[clarinet-sticks]

I have to rant. Pls bare with me or ignore me idc. TW: Miscarriage & shitty bosses (I tried to tag what I thought might need to be tagged, so sorry if I missed something.)

My boss SUCKED. She was the first person I called and told I was pregnant & how I’d be on closer watch with the OB due to my miscarriage earlier this year. She said that was totally fine and to just keep her in the loop.

Only a few days into the school year I started spotting, which is obviously scary since I experienced that before my loss. I got into the OB immediately and started being seen weekly for blood tests and ultrasounds. I tried to ask off ahead of time if I knew I had an appointment, but a few times I had to leave in the middle of the day and come back, which she was fine with.

One day I went in and had only taken the morning off. I was stuck in the office waiting for hours so I texted letting my boss know I wouldn’t be back. I brought her my doctors note which simply started I was seen at 10:45 (which is usually all the office gives you when you ask for a work note).

I was also put on restrictions so my baby and I would be safe at work. I was not allowed to lift 25 pounds or more. She came up to me in the hallway demanding I have paperwork proving that, otherwise she and the district wouldn’t recognize my restrictions and would make me work like normal. I called the office and asked for something to be sent in writing for work, and they complied, sending it to my hospital app. I screenshotted it and emailed it to my boss. I then went to her office to confirm she received it and she said “yep, that should be all I need, thanks!” Then she read the note and says “do we even have any kids that heavy?” YES??? The average 3-4 year old is at the smallest 35 pounds.

About a week goes by, then I wake up and get around for work. I go pee right before leaving and suddenly there’s a LOT more spotting. I’m panicked, I call my boss to let her know I won’t be in and I’ll be calling my OB when they open. She doesn’t answer, so I text her. She responds with “I will not be able to find a sub with 16 minute notice. We will be short handed.” Ok? I’m in crisis mode right now and you’re expecting me to feel bad that I had to contact you last minute?? THEN she sends another long ass message saying she needs a note proving I was seen, it could NOT be an email on my phone, and it had better say I wasn’t allowed to return to work that day… because she let it slide last time my note only stated the time of my appointment, but I should’ve returned to work if I was able.

I was seeing red. I was shaking I was so mad. I called my husband and told him what happened and he immediately said to quit. It was bullshit. She knows my situation. She knows I’m panicked over every little issue because I lost one before. But instead of being empathetic and understanding, she throws it in my face that the classroom will be down a teacher and scolds me for my notes not being adequate? Despite her literally saying they were fine before?

I just texted back “ok, then consider this my resignation. I don’t appreciate how I’m being talked to or how this situation has been handled.” To which she replied “ok thanks for letting me know” if she was SO worried about being short handed, I’d think she’d care a bit more that I left the position entirely! She clearly didn’t like me for whatever reason despite me doing everything she asked whenever she asked.

She also turned around and posted my job online within like an hour and had all the other staff share it. I have a feeling she told them all I’m this horrible person for quitting on the spot, but they don’t know what really happened.

I submitted my official resignation to the district before she could even text again saying “I think the district will need a written paper. An email is fine” AN EMAIL IS FINE NOW??? God I’m still seething but I’m so glad I left. Everyone else there was so kind and understanding of my situation, but my main boss wasn’t and I don’t need that extra stress right now.

The good news is, I got an ultrasound done today & my baby is still looking fine! And my now former coworkers still checked in on me and asked me to keep them updated. I hope that administrator retires the moment she can in a year or two and I can take my job back without worrying about being stabbed in the back during a stressful time.

[vaicomcas]

I interact with a lot of blogs that ship destiel and that means I see a lot posts about that ship. I did filter it, but then since even Cas only content is sometimes tagged “destiel”, I had to remove my filters.

We know for the fandom destiel is about Dean and Dean only. I mean I have seen Cas comforts Dean after 14x20 fics. I don’t want to disrespect any writer but that had me seething.

Destiel is “Cas gives up his powers, his faith, his family, basically everything thing. Dean treats him like shit, yells at him” and the inference is OMG see how much Dean loves Cas and poor Cas can’t understand it. It’s the same, may it be in the fic or posts anout the show.

Like fans are so desperate, they cancel everything Cas did, they cancel his relationship with Jack, they cancel his wishes, they cancel his identity. They prefer Cas to be the plot device that is there to comfort dean and provide him whatever they feel like dean needs.

It makes navigating the fandom so hard, like I love these blogs, but I see these destiel posts, more often than I would like and its just makes me want to leave this place.

I do brush it off because everyone is entitled to their opinions and interpretation but my mental health is in such a dark place that I can’t do it right now. Which is why I am ranting here forgive me for that.

Feel free to rant. I know how it feels like. I can't take it either.

I think what makes it hard despite this understanding that "there is no right and wrong just other people craving different things than me" is just that destiel is so overwhelmingly majority that it feels like the default of how to experience SPN universe. Even someone as hardened as myself feel the need to constantly put disclaimers on my posts -- not exactly apologizing but warning people as if my opinion is toxic or something. But we are constantly exposed to what's toxic to us and just have to live with it. Goes with being a minority opinion, I guess.

It's kind of like going to an all-you-can eat buffet and it's the only place I can get food. I am surrounded by an ocean of people who are gorging themselves with trays of moldy cheese and delirious with tears of joy. I find moldy cheese disgusting, and have to hold my breath constantly to avoid the odor, but I understand that moldy cheese is a valued delicacy in some cultures, and these people are the main customers of this business. Still needing to eat, I scrounge up some berries and nuts in the corners, not all in great condition, but I eagerly pile them into my plate. Yet it's hard to enjoy them with the constant stench of cheese in the air.

But then I meet one or two fellow diners in search of berries and nuts, whose scowls on their faces I recognize. And they listen to me rant about the cheese. And they tell me about the other corner where they found some honey that would go so well with the berries. And they drew me a picture of some imaginary berries that are fresh and ripe and so delicious looking. And I think maybe I'll stay in this place a little longer.

[liltaz-asatreat]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Just had a depressing thought

How the hell did Lucretia not lose her God damn mind between the time she erased everyone's memory and sent them on their way to starting the Bureau of Balance and even beyond that? Like, I lived in a small house with 9 other people for a good few years, and when I went to college and moved into the dorms there, one of the things I had the hardest time dealing with was the utter silence I was left in. My roommate moved into the dorm late because of rooming and organizational issues on the university's part, and then her mom didn't want to pay for her to stay in the dorm in the second semester, and they didn't move anyone else in with me. Among the many other issues I was having, the silence and loneliness was crippling in a really major way, and I had friends I was with at every chance I got to be with them. It was the most social year I had ever had, and I was still hardcore struggling with the fact that I had to go home to no one.

Lucretia didn't even have anyone to hang out with or talk to at all ever until she met Maureen and Lucas and started the Bureau. And even with having as many people on the base as she did, she still had to go home to no one. I just about lost my God damn mind in my situation, how. The fuck. Did she do it??? And for 10-12 years????

469 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#4

One of my favorite meta things about the Stolen Century is how Griffin really thought he could cover 100 years of backstory in two episodes lmfao Like, as someone with ADHD, I understand how hard it is to figure out how long something is going to take, and I underestimate how long I'm going to need to do tasks and finish projects all of the time, but like, even if he wasn't expecting to get as deep with it as they ended up doing, the absolute confidence he had going in that he could cover 100 years in 2 hours, like, king there was no way but I admire how over confident you were about that lmao

484 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

#3

Angus really did have a big day on the Day of Story and Song. Like, first the Director had some shady shit going on with the Relic disposal chamber, then a strange man hops out of Taako's bag whom Taako and Merle claim said the Bureau is bad, then there's the discovery of the baby voidfish, then the Director has guards take them to a room where she is kneeling over the balls that had contained the Relics and is channeling energy out of the undestroyed bell into her staff, then she talks mad shit about coming from another reality with tres horny bois, the guy whose name is Barry, and some person named Lup who is dead(?) while Taako and Merle are trying to keep their heads from exploding, then Davenport can actually talk and was captain of this past mission this whole time, then Magnus comes barging in and he can see the absolute chaos of the apocalypse outside, so he tries to barracade the door while the others are going down memory lane, then the others start debating about leaving everyone to the forces outside versus putting up a shield that would still end up destroying the world in a manner that suggests they've had this argument exhaustively before, then they get attacked and BOOM a lich comes out of Taako's umbrella who is apparently Lup who is apparently his sister, then Lucretia disappears and Davenport wants him to help find her even though he still has no clear idea of what the fuck is happening, then he hears the story and song and suddenly gains the knowledge of their 100 year journey and the impending end of the world, then he meets up with the others again when he and Davenport can't find her only to find Lucas is also not dead, then Lucretia turns up, a crystal shows them a possible future, and Taako knew the answer to save everything all along, then he's expected to help fight against a world ending evil force, and then FINALLY they defeat the Hunger, and he's got time to process the absolute wild day he just had.

And just like, I feel like probably around the time he found out Lucas was still alive he was just like:

560 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#2

Balance: Don't split up the party or you will die

Amnesty: Splitting up the party is tentatively okay depending on what you're doing except it did, in fact, get someone killed

Graduation: We're going to refuse to split up as much as possible because we're best buds

Ethersea: If we don't split up and do wild ass stunts before somehow reconvening back at the ship then what even is the fucking point

1,362 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What I like about the scene where Magnus spins mind in Wonderland is that Griffin chose the lesser of two evils because it would have been really fucked to make him choose whether or not he forgets Julia which most definitely would have resulted in a no and forced them to take another two spins without much deliberation, but I think it also paints an interesting picture in-game of the characterization of Lydia and Edward. They believed that love wasn't a strong enough force to sustain them anymore and that it wasn't as important, and I think that's also reflected in how they thought the worst memory to take from him would be the person who caused his suffering and not the person he loves. Because to them, suffering is more important now, and it's how they sustain themselves, so why wouldn't it be the thing sustaining him too?

1,603 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

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[outrunningthedark]

I apologize in advance because I’m sure this reply is more than you expected asdfghjkl

I don’t know what’s going on with creative, but if you compare the handling of The Judgment Day storyline (and everyone connected to it) with, y’no, The Bloodline on Smackdown, it’s GLARINGLY obvious how the same level of care and concern for the characters is not being given across the board.

-> Like you said, Raquel needed to be “introduced” to the other Judgment Day members on screen despite the fact that you would think they’d have had this conversation in the time since her return at Bad Blood??? We had to see it just so Carlito could be 👀???

And if Raquel had to be introduced on screen, it should have been right after Bad Blood, but when we got Damian saying we’ll see what happens on Monday with Finn and then…nothing happened! Because he wasn’t there! It’s evidence that last week’s MNR played out the way it did because WWE, despite knowing about the change for months, wasn’t fully prepared for the shortened window. 😑

-> Liv, bless her, is smart enough to bring up Rhea’s betrayal and the shoulder injury that put Liv on the shelf for six months in interviews as reasons for why she has so much hate in her heart. But on screen? Her main concern is owning up to being a man-stealing, home-wrecking world champion.

I can understand that Rhea being a face means she’s supposed to be the one fans rally around, but even Rhea said at one of those Fanatics events that Roman was welcomed back with open arms despite everything so she shouldn’t have to be held to a higher standard re: admitting her past mistakes.

And she’s right, is the thing. Liv SHOULD be allowed to talk about what Rhea did without expecting anything in return because the reality is that Liv fans will take Liv’s side and Rhea’s fans would do the same for her. We’re literally watching it happen every single week anyway!

-> Dom…poor Dom. We talked about this before, but if people took a second to step back and really look at what’s in front of them, they would recognize that a big reason why the L+R feud is so Dom-centric is because WWE still won’t let him branch out and make a legit name for himself that isn’t tied to anybody, including his ex and current girlfriends.

I mean, if we didn’t see it for ourselves, Dom challenging for the IC title might as well not have happened if you just go by where Dom’s been at since.

And it’s unfortunate! Because is now not the PERFECT time for something to have started between Jey and Dom??? Plus the writers could still tap into the Liv and Rhea stuff just by having them out there supporting their men???

-> Jhea...I feel like creative is trying to do too many things at once with this, tbh, and doesn’t put in the effort to multitask/balance because they’re just going week-to-week rather than thinking long-term.

Rhea can have a man and still be independent as far as matches go. They’re not a tag team ffs.

Jey can be with Rhea and still deal with shit from his family.

Making it more complicated than it needs to be FOR NO DAMN REASON other than incompetence.

/rant over

(Can you tell I’ve been holding back because I know not everyone can handle my crazy? 🫣💛)

@outrunningthedark can we also talk about how there was the moment between carlito and raquel seemingly out of nowhere?! (you're telling me she's been around for weeks but hasn't "met" the other members yet? lol just been livdom and her trolling around?) when we haven't gotten jhea in weeks, and people actually WANT them?? 😒

[listles-s]

another day another empty/dead tag for my favorite characters #winning

[youn9racha]

Bunny

pairing: chan x fem!reader x minho

genre: smut

sypnosis: being the main producer and the main dancer isn’t an easy task to maintain, especially not to chan and minho, who are well-known for these two roles respectively. however after seeing how worn out chan is, minho offered another way of destressing, and opted to share his bunny with him.

words: 5.1k

warning: piv, threesome, strip tease, fellatio, slight frottage, dom!chan, dom!minho, discussion of free-use, pet names (bunny, baby girl, and others), reader is referred as girlfriend and uses she/her as her pronouns, cuckolding, lower cap intended, mentions of spit and corruption, unprotected double penetration (wrap before you tap), just outright filth

extra notes: FINALLY,,,,, THE MOMENF WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR,,,,,, MY SECOND MINCHAN PIECE 😔🙏 i was so ready to scrap it but i finally did it 💆‍♀️ i hope you all enjoy it !!! i appreciate if y’all gave me feedbacks and revlog it please 🥺🙏 thank you !!!

side note (?): also im not sure if i set up a tag list or not, but i remembered someone asking to be tagged when this publish, but i can’t remember their @ :((( whoever you are please lmk

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

it was a late work hour.

everyone has packed their stuff and opted to leave to their homes and take the rests they deserve or have some quality time with their loved ones with the ounce of energy they maintain, as one should. however that wasn’t the case for the two oldest members of stray kids.

it was a conscious and coincidenental decision they both made, as they felt like they needed to do more for the group’s upcoming project.

so right now one’s tapping on the mouse whilst wearing headphones that blares out the music that he created, adjusting the vocals and beats of the songs that he make, with the help of changbin, jisung and other producers of course, whom left the studio not too long ago. meanwhile in the dance studio, one’s stepping and moving his body in ways not many can achieve, following beautifully along with the music that is planned to be released sometime soon.

both of them were rightfully exhausted from the mountainous of work they’re putting themselves through. both chan and minho turned off the music in their respective rooms as they both packed up their things to leave the building. intially, chan’s plan was to just simply just take a shower, he knew he needed it after a long hard word day, and maybe start working out and write another song he has in mind— his insomnia will never give him a break. minho has planned to do the same thing as well but he also wants to spend time with her…

his bunny.

he had texted her prior to get ready before he arrives, because he knew he wasn’t going to sleep almost instantly. once he heard a ding on his phone, he picked it up from his pocket and looked down at the notification.

it was from y/n.

he opened up the message and smirked at what he saw on the screen. her being sat on the ground with a baggy white button down shirt on, more than likely to his white shirt, with one sleeve slumped over that exposes her lacey black bra. she pouted into the camera as you showcased the most feign innocent eyes to him. she looked too cute in the picture, he thought, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

being too indulged into the picture and responding back with a simple “i’m on my way,” to his quote-on-quote bunny, he ended up bumping into someone making him twist his body to whoeverhe had impacted.

“hey, watch where you’re go—” he nearly scolded at whoever he had just hit, assuming it was a trainee or a staff member—maybe even his boss—, until he recognized the big black hoodie and mop of dyed curly hair, “oh, hey bang chan, i didn’t see you there,” he spoke softly, more apologetically even. but chan seems to be unphased with minho’s impact or his near chastisement, as he only tiredly smiled at the younger man in front of him, “don’t worry about it.”

minho couldn’t help but observed the man in front of him, eyeing his face mainly. he looked matte dry, skin looking whiter than the walls that surround them, a reddish purple halo forming around his hooded eyes, had it not for his odd habit of applying chapsticks every five seconds, minho would mistaken him for a walking dead. this man was the epitome of exhaustion in human form.

“jesus, man, you look like shit,” minho bluntly spoke, making chan scratch his neck in abashment.

”well, thats a great way to boost my already damaged self-esteem, thanks,” chan responded back, sarcasm was present in his tone but awareness was very present as well.

minho knew that chan puts himself in so much work, so much that he puts his own health and sleep in jeopardy, which minho finds very ironic and hypocritical, since he‘s the one who would often tell the boys and stays to take care of themselves and put their healths first over everything. but nevertheless, he can still see the man slowly deteriorating.

”no, but for real, man, you need to rest,” minho said, concern laced in his tone, which chan just shook his head and flail his hand up and down, “nah, don’t worry about it, i’m not that tired.”

minho was not convinced that from the inside out that chan was not stressed or worn out, but he had to take his word for it. its one thing minho learned from past experience; is to not test chan and anger him, the patient and quite ones are always the scariest when mad afterall— so much so, even minho himself, who does not get intimidated by others easily, fears him. however, minho still felt like he had to intervene and think fast before chan would go do something that will debilitate him physically, and maybe mentally.

“well, i have an idea, why don’t you come with me, yeah?“ minho suggested, making chan furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

minho has no idea what has gotten into him, but he knew he had to improvise in ord to help his friend out. he is hesitant to do what he’s doing, but he still thinks that chan might need it.

bemused, chan replied, “isn‘t your girlfriend at home waiting for you? i thought you had plans,”

meanwhile minho’s relationship was private and secretive to the public, his bandmates still very well know of her existence and have interacted with her from time to time, and chan was no exception of that. chan has met her a couple of times and he sense nothing but good vibes from her, and he trusts her with taking care of minho. and he especially knows that she and minho are preoccupied this evening, so it was odd for minho to just invite him on the day she and him were supposed to hang out.

“well, yeah, but i’m sure she’s gonna be fine with that,” minho responded with a shrug, almost like he doesn’t get why chan would mention it in the first place. but chan didn’t buy it that easily, he didn’t ruin your presumed long awaited plan you two had, so he politely declined.

”sorry, man, i’d love to come over, but i don’t wanna get in the way.”

minho flailed his arm as he wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulder, “chan, trust me, y/n and i had this day planned for us to relieve our stress, i’m offering you to join along because i think you needed it the most.”

minho’s word sounded more convincing than he previously was. chan was under the impression that you two had a late night dinner or something along the lines of that, based on the way he worded it at least. but still, chan didn’t budge just yet.

”i don’t know, lino,” chan seemed very hesitant with minho’s request. part of him wants to accept his offer and wonder what it is that you two do to relax, and also his place wasn’t far so it wouldn’t hurt to stop by and rest a little bit. however, there’s this part of him where he feels guilty for getting into the way of a very intimate moment between the two of you, despite the fact minho offered him to come in anyway.

minho just looked at chan blankly and shrugged with a sigh, “i’m just saying, i think you might want to come in and join us for tonight” his voice was very dark and raspy, almost seductive even. something about minho’s tone and attitude just now sent chan into alarmed mode.

what does he mean by that?

chan thought to himself as he looked at the boy with wide eyes and confusion, with minho smiling menacingly and nudged chan’s shoulder, pulling him closer to his side as they started walking,

���let’s go… i think y/n would be pleased to see you”

“i regret this already” chan thought to him, walking behind minho.

as soon as they were going up the stair to his complex—upon chan’s request—, minho was smirking all along, making chan even more suspicious, slowly regretting for accepting his offer. ”minho, i don’t know what you are planning, but you‘re freaking me out,” chan finally proclaimed as they arrived at the door of his apartment.

minho sighs as he turned to chan, his hands on both of his shoulders, and shook him slightly, “look, y/n and i have a mini surprise for you, sure it maybe last minute, but i know it’ll be a worthwhile for you,” he got closer to his ears to whisper, “i know this is something you’ve always wanted.”

chan froze in his place, as minho backed away from him, one of his corner of his lips perked up in a half smile before turning around to open up the door. chan‘s face flushed at his words, he wants to say he is clueless about minho’s words but for some reason he can see the dots being connceted, and is nervous to whats become.

“bunny?…” minho called out before turning back to chan, his head tiled to the direction of his house, signaling him to come in, “c’mon, don’t be shy.”

chan gulped before walking into the house. it was slightly dimmed, the living room window showcased the night of seoul with the lights of the skyscrapers from a distance sprinkling along the dark city, meanwhile the lamp in the corner tried its best to illuminate the room slightly.

“y/n? where are you, baby? i’ve got channie with me,” minho called out, almost softly, which weirded out chan a bit. minho was always known to be slightly impetuous and hotheaded, so seeing him being all soft and gentle was a rare sight to see—and creeped chan out. minho offered chan to sit on the sofa as they both waited for you to come out.

the silence and wait was getting tensed by the second, minho‘s nonchalant leg cross as his fingers tapped on the armchair patiently was contrasting chan’s anxious shakey legs, and lip bite. the calm man took notice of his apprehensive friend, as he just snickered at him, “dude, relax, its not like y/n is coming with a knife and kill you.”

before chan would retort back and tell him that what he said wasn’t funny, his head snapped to the direction of the hallway, where he heard a door opening and footsteps. minho and chan knew who was coming up, but minho got up with a smile as the walking figure came out of the hallways, simultaneously chan‘s bitten lips escaped out of its mouth as his mouth was open agape.

it was y/n.

it was y/n in a way chan has never thought of seeing her in flesh like that. she walked out in a simple robe, her hair neatly made yet not too much styling, her skin naturally bare with only an addition of mascara, light blush and lipgloss. she looked at minho with a smile as he approached her, “hey, bunny,” he softly spoke before he wrapped his arm her waist and planted a lip-lock kiss.

feeling like a third-wheel, chan just shook his head and looked away, wondering to himself, “what the fuck is going on?!”

when minho pulled away, he leaned in to whisper, but the action was seeming to be irrelevant because it was still loud enough that chan is capable of hearing what he is saying, “you know what to do, take care of channie for me.”

sealing off the words with an encouraging forehead kiss and light smack in her behind. this whole time you and chan maintained eye contact through the reflection of the window. minho suddenly disappears into the hallway while she just walked over to chan, his head still facing away from her, but his eyes are still on you through the reflection.

once she stood in front of chan, he turned around and looked up at her. as clueless and guilty as he feels for thinking like this, she looked so angelic with the way she stood in front of him, leaning down to him and smiling to him. her face glowed perfectly up close, the robe slightly slumped down, giving him a view of her cleavage and her black bra. his ears burned red the more her face got closer to him, gulping with every closing inch. he shouldn’t feel like this, that’s his friend’s girlfriend in front of him, but he cannot help it.

she looked so enchanting…

”hey, channie,” she chuckled, scrunching up her face with a smile. she looks so innocent, but yet her hands roaming around chan’s legs were the complete opposite.

“uh-uh… hey y/n…”

chan gets flustered by the second as he follows her every move, her leaning back slightly just to push him back into the sofa and straddling his lap. she only giggled as her hooded eyes looked down at him, meanwhile chan’s red ears started to spread through his face, his hands float around her figure, unsure if he should touch her. chan turned to see minho’s whereabouts, only to feel a fingertip in his chin and turned his head to the girl sitting on his lap.

“it’s okay, channie, minho told me that you were stressed,” her eyes sparkled in pretend innocence, and her hands just rubbed up and down his shoulders, squeezing from time to time, “i am here to take care of you… is that okay?”

chan was very hesitant at the request, but considering how far this has been going—and how god damn adorable she looked with her crotch placed an inch closer to his almost throbbing cock—he didn’t have the guts to decline, not to a face like her’s.

he sighs through his nose, and nodded, “make me feel good.”

a response that satisfied the girl sat on top of him, she started to get closer and pressed her body to his, sensing her body heat on his hoodie covered torso. she placed her lips on his, escaped moans from both of you but capturing it in their entangled tongues. her hips got in contact with chan’s sweatpants cladded semi-hard length and began grinding on it, cause both to shudder in the movement.

she giggled at the sensation, whilst chan only giggled back in nervousness, before she started to attach her lips into his jaw and neck before grazing it, making him hiss at the pleasuring feeling. even though he would be a liar if he claims that whatever is happening right now is not pleasant to him—quiet the contrary, he’s loving every second of it—, his confusion has never left his head and is still very much resides in his head rent free.

”y’know, channie,” her voice interrupted chan’s near self-doubt thinking, still grinding on him. her voice was breathy and mainly consisted of gasping cuss words due to the feeling of your covered heat rubbing against chan’s cock. chan can sense his cock was getting harder and harder by the second the more she grinded on it, and he was letting out little grunts on the way as he looked up at her.

”i’ve always wanted to do this,” she sighed before speaking, biting her lips as to not get overwhelmed by the stimulation. chan’s eyes squinted yet his head tilted in a questioning matter.

“w-what do you mean?” he stuttered as his hands flailing around, not knowing where to put it.

she bit her lips as she exhaled through her nose, “i talk about you a lot… with... minho and how… i want you and him to… fuck—”

“i want you two to ruin me…”

her words were broken in breaths and moans due to the stimulation and her slight increase of hip movements yet chan, despite being pleasured as well, heard her very well, and to say it shocked him would be an understatement.

he always saw her as a sweet girl, and would admit that she’s very attractive physically, intellectually and personality wise. but he had still lowered his gaze when she’s around and maintained showing respect to her. not only because she’s his friend’s girlfriend, its just sheer basic decency really, he thought to himself. so the fact that she confessed her dirty sin to him as she is rutting herself against him made him feel differently towards her. almost like the guilt he had had shifted something else, something more sinister.

chan only looked up to her with a smirk, eyes suddenly darkened, arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss abruptly. her moans were on his tongue as he tasted her mouth, wine and cherries were very present in her mouth creating a bittersweet flavoring for the kiss.

Through her lips, chan whispered, “so minho’s bunny been thinking of other men, huh?” she whimpered at the nickname that sort of held a humiliating meaning to it,

“what a naughty girl.”

his coos were demeaning to her and it shows through her pout and her hips moving faster, making chan breathe heavily at her pathetic moves. chan held her hips for her to stop, which let her whine at the lack of friction. she can sense chan’s length underneath, albeit clothed on both sides, she can sense his girth just placed in her folds. his girth is slightly less than minho’s but chan can definitely beat him in terms of length however.

chan looked up and down on her, from her pretty face, to her black brastrap that sits on her glowing shoulder, to her robe that is tied loosely on her waist. she looked so radiant on top of him, with her bottom lip tugged in her teeth and her eyes sparkling at him, silently begging for him to do something.

before he could give a command, he suddenly heard an affirmative “strip for him,” from the right side of the living room, making both heads twist to the source of the voice.

minho stands with his arms observing both of the figures in front of him with a blank expression. chan was taken aback by his presence and couldn’t help but carry this tiny ounce of guilt for touching his girlfriend. however, it was only tiny because a great majority of his inner guts were exhilirated excitement over how he can make someone else’s muse weak for him.

it’s almost like a profound taboo fetish, he does feel bad for having it in him and doesn’t really want minho’s girlfriend by any means, but just the sheer thought that he can make her all excited and wet for him and it wasn’t by minho, which he is seeing. something about the significant other looking at his partner getting fucked by someone else aroused him.

its like minho read his mind when he uttered what he uttered, which sort of ticked off chan, but he later turned his head back to the sudden light feeling of the air straddling him instead of the girl in front of him. she was looking at minho, almost like she wanted approval from him, to which he only silently nodded back and sat down in the armrest, crossing his legs and arms, observing both of them.

she looked back into chan’s darkened gaze, suddenly feeling the intimidation coursing through her veins. this was different from the gentle and kind chan she always knew, he looked like a predator ready to hunt it’s prey. she looked back at minho, and his gaze wasn’t any different from chan, if anything it was perhaps much more dimmer than what chan carries, but the only difference is that it carried a slight encouragement in his eyes.

he only tilted his head to chan’s direction before her eyes landed back on chan once again and her shaky hands reached the ribbon that wrapped around her waist that kept the robe concealing her body. chan’s eyes traveled with her the direction of her hands disrobing herself with her pulling the loose bow-tied ribbon, allowing the robe loosing in a parallel form exposing just the center part of her body.

she shrugged her shoulders as she slowly lets the robe fall off of her glowing body, showcasing that black lingerie that was hiding from both men, thanks to the fabric earlier. however, despite her not being fully bare, the undergarments left little to the imagination as the bra was sheer to the point that chan can distinguish her nipples very clearly from his view, and her underwear was a laced thong that showcased more of her than what it should be.

chan‘s breath was unsteady, his pale face turned flush, fingers gripped the cushions in a firm manner, as his erection was getting more sore by the second, while minho was contrasting the older man’s appearance; he was calm and collected, you could say he was unbothered if it also wasn’t for his pop up stand in between his legs.

she maintained eye contact with chan as she got closer to him once again. instead of straddling him like last time, she sat on her knees in front of him, her hands pushed his muscular legs apart before getting to the belt lace of the sweatpants and untying it. chan could only anticipate as her movements were agonizingly slow, she sees how his cock twitched as the two seperated laces created an emphasis on his cock, making her smirk menacingly.

”get on with it,” chan groggily whispered as she finally held the top of his pants, along with his boxer, before she pulled it off his hips. his length finally sprung open as it exposed into the cold air and hit his stomach, making him groan in contact. her mouth watered at the scenery, while minho raised his eyebrows in mild surprise at what the leader carried. it was impressive and a pleasant sight to say the least.

however chan suddenly went back to his flustered state, suddenly finding the urge to pull up his pants, that is until she began to tongue kiss the lower shaft, making him jump and let it out a short moan. she kissed up his cock up to his tip, licking the tip slightly, making him throw his back and elicit more moans. she could taste his pre-cum through the slit as she finally inserted her mouth down his cock, the warmth of her mouth and throat made chan shudder and his mouth agap, especially when she started to bob her head.

chan would occasionally buck his hips upwards, resulting in her gagging at the sudden movement, as he pants at how she was taking all of him in her mouth. his eyes cracked open, darting slightly downwards to look at her head moving in a up and down movement.

his eyes were on her and the way she would look up at chan occasionally as a way of saying “does that feel good?” through her feigned-innocent eyes, in contrast to her wet, clenched core.

minho began taking in the sight, he may seem unbothered but he started to feel himself getting hard by the sight. his hand involuntarily started to roam downwards where his cock is located, and had the urge to palm himself right there but he can’t give in just yet, he thought.

”stop.”

she stopped her motion as chan groaned at her paused, ruining his surge of cum that was ready to spill all over her mouth. minho commanded with an expressionless face, as he got up closer to the pair. he pulled her out by the hair, giving chan a look at her messed up face. her face was smeared with her non-waterproof mascara tears—that she may or may not have worn on purpose—as well as how her chin was glistening with spit coating it. she looked like a hot mess, with the emphasis on the hot, at least to the two men.

“you like what you see, huh?” minho teased chan, as he slightly shook his girlfriend head by tugging on her hair, making her whine softly. chan could only gulp and blush as everything was crashing down on him. there was this sense of humiliation that comes with this whole ordeal, but it wasn’t like chan was opposed to. if anything, he seems to be more aroused than he was a few minutes ago.

but he wasn’t going to submit to minho, not at all. instead he only looked back at y/n. she’s only breathing heavily while she gave a feign innocent look mixed with desperate to chan, waiting for him to give her something to do. he darkly smirked, which mirrored minho’s, looking at and getting closer to her.

”i think this bunny of yours wants be fucked by us at the same time,”

that statement made minho raise his eyebrows in amusement, while her eyes were widened as she clenched herself around the air.

”is that so?” minho tilted her head to him, and asked, “is that what you want?”

she could only nod at him with desparation, “uh-ha, please do, i want two cocks in me,” the way it spilled out her mouth was pure filth; exactly how both men liked it.

minho let go of her hair and started to strip, “ride him,” he commanded to her as she did as told, while she was getting up and removing her undergarments, chan was discarding away his clothes out of his body. the three of them are now fully nude, with y/n started with her first move. she laid chan horizontally, letting his head lay on the pillow covered armrest, that he placed himself.

she got on top of him as she aligned her wet slit across his hard cock before slowly inserting and stretching herself out, making him hiss and her whine at the sensation. she was used to minho’s cock before this and, although the thickness was familiar, the more she got lower on chan, the more she elicits more whiney noises. she adjusted to him before she started to slowly lift her hips up, assuming that she was giving minho a view he’s seeing.

unexpetedly, however, she began feeling another stretch from behind making her moan even louder as she threw her head back and landing on a shoulder. minho snuck up behind her while she was adjusting to chan’s length, and when she lifted her hips, that was his cue to insert himself in her other hole.

“move,” this time chan was the one who commanded, but she didn’t follow through immediately as she was overwhelmed by the new sensation of dual pressure. she suddenly felt a smack on her ass, making her jump and moan, turning around to see a sinister blank faced minho, “you heard the man…”

and there, she started to move up and down on the two cocks, making the three elicit loud moans. it looked almost pornographic with the noises, the position, the way the two men gripped at the girl’s body—especially with how chan was holding her hips and minho was holding her chest—, the overall mood was just arousal, as well as the stench.

“fuck bunny you take daddy’s cock so well,” it seems as though chan was thinking out loud while he lets out a lot of elaborate yet hot statements that made her whine out as she rolled her hips more, and thus creating a domino effect as minho—along with chan—groaned with her movements.

the action proceeded for a bit until chan started to proclaim through his groans and heavy breathing that was he was close, along with minho. at that point, she began bouncing on the two cocks, helping them to reach their orgasm faster. chan wanted her to follow along with them, so he began to stimulate her clit with the flicks of his fingers. it’s almost like as if chan telepathically spoke to minho, as he began massaging the girl’s nipples, making her yelp as her thrusts started to become sloppy.

and after a few more thrusts, the three have reached their cloud nine, leaving them breathless and overwhelmed, yet overjoyed, by the new experience. they all just collapsed, with her on top of chan and minho on the backrest of the couch, all three trying to catch their breaths.

after a few minutes of attempting to get back to reality, minho was first to sober up as he got up, holding the girl’s waist as he pulled away from her, making both groan. he could his and chan’s cum seeped through her hole, which caused him to smirk at the sight.

he tapped her side, “baby?“

“hm?”

“you need to get up, you need to clean up as well and i’m sure channie here wants to get cleaned up as well.”

she only nodded and got herself off of chan. chan still laid there in disbelief, not sure if what he experienced was a dream or reality. he was snapped back to reality after he felt a pillow getting thrown at his face.

“hey, mr. i like to get called daddy, get up and wash up, we don’t want you getting infections,” minho rolled his eyes, teasing him with that nickname, making chan blush. minho tilted his head to the direction of the hallway, “the guest bathroom is right at the end of the hallway…”

minho paused before saying, “unless if you want to join us,” giving him a suggestive look.

chan could only look at minho with squinted eyes, only for minho to respond back in feign offense, “oh don’t act like we haven’t just rubbed balls just now… but it’s up to you to join or not,”

and with that weird statement, minho disappea into the hallway to the bathroom, presumably where y/n’s at. chan remained in the couch for a bit, still processing what had happended.

his guilt earlier has drifted and it switched to suddenly excitement, making him laugh at the realization. although, he isn’t sure if he would do this again, but there’s this two things for sure…

he would want to thank minho for this moment… and he really did just rubbed balls with him.

[quin-ns]

My Safe Place (Is Next To You) (Peter Parker x Reader)

Word count: 4.4K

Summary: after being outed as spider-man, peter’s life has become a mess. he finds solace with you

Tags: nwh spoilers, tom!peter parker, panic attacks (poor peter :( ), hurt/comfort, angst, sharing a bed, cuddling, tension, love confessions, kissing, slight cheating (not on the reader, don’t worry), fluff

A/N: I love mj and peter together, but this idea hit me and I really wanted to write it. no offense to them or anyone who likes them, it’s just a fic :)

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Peter felt as if his entire life was falling apart. Maybe because it was. After everyone found out his identity, everything changed. The people he fought to protect now turned against him. Sure, not every single one of them, but a lot of them did. Enough to keep his heart racing every time he stepped outside.

At this point he didn’t know which drew more attention; him out on the street or him in the suit. The suit was easily recognizable, but at least he had his web-shooters so he could stay off the ground. When he was himself, Peter could blend into street traffic much easier, but when he was recognized there was no way out.

After weeks of only going from Happy’s to school then back to Happy’s and nowhere else, Peter felt restless. Cooped up. Imprisoned. On top of that he hasn’t slept in days because of the stress. He wished he could go back to how things were and just feel normal again.

That’s why he risked a walk around the block when it got dark and the streets cleared. Just to get some fresh air and be outside without getting berated by the public. He threw on gray sweatpants and one of his science t-shirts—the most unassuming outfit he could think of. He ended up adding a gray jacket for extra measure before he snuck out, wanting just a few moments to go unnoticed.

As it would turn out, that wasn’t enough. Peter quickly realized he was being followed about a block away from Happy’s. The person had spotted him from across the street and of course had to cross to be near Peter. They kept a slight distance from him, but the flash of their phone camera went off every once in a while. Peter kept his head down and put his hood up as he walked.

His heart started to pound as his steps quickened. Tears pricked in his eyes as the person—a man, based on his deep, intimidating voice—started screaming at him. Yelling his name, asking why he killed Mysterio, calling him a murderer.

The voice began to fade and that’s when Peter realized he was running on the sidewalk. His breathing grew faster, more panicked. It wasn’t just because he was running. Peter was sure if he stood still he would’ve been heaving all the same. He didn’t even know where he was running to, he just let his feet and instincts direct him.

Next thing he knew, as if he blacked out along the way, Peter was suddenly staring up at the window of his best friend’s room. He didn’t hesitate to stick to the wall and climb up it. Once he got to the second story window, he pushed it open from the outside. You were in bed already and the room was dark, but Peter hoped you weren’t asleep yet. He needed you.

“Peter?” you asked in confusion, clicking on your lamp in time to see him haul himself into your window. You got up from your bed and approached Peter quickly, noticing his heavy breathing and the shine of tears in his eyes. You snapped into worry in an instant. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

The second he opened his mouth, words spilled out a mile a minute. “I’ve been feeling trapped all day so I went outside and this guy he-he started following me and yelling at me so I started running and I just ended up here and-and I climbed your window and—oh god, I climbed through your window, I’m so sorry I should’ve called or something and—“

“Peter, slow down,” you interrupted him gently. You placed your hands on his shoulders to try and ground him, but instead Peter threw himself at you. His arms wrapped around your body and he buried his head into your neck. He clung to you tight, so tight you could feel his heart pounding out of his chest against your own. He sniffled and you felt a dampness form from his tears dripping onto your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, his voice shaky.

“It’s okay, Peter.” You rubbed your hand up and down his back in an attempt to soothe him as you hugged him back. “Just breathe,” you told him softly.

He didn’t reply to that, but you heard and felt him trying to calm himself by taking a few deep breaths.

You started to move as if you were going to break the hug, but Peter kept holding onto you. You let him, and he appreciated it. It had been so long since Peter had felt comforted like this and he didn’t want to let you go. He needed time to recollect himself and the safety of your arms around him helped him to do so.

When his heart rate slowed back to normal and the tears stopped, you pulled back again gently. Peter allowed you to this time. He could see the worry in your eyes when you were face to face and it made him feel guilty for just barging in.

“I-I’m okay now,” Peter lied. He offered a soft smile to try and reassure you, but it didn’t work.

“When’s the last time you slept?” you asked, sensing the stress that still radiated off of him.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. “A few days ago?” It came out as a question rather than an answer because at this point he wasn’t even sure.

A look—one similar to the look Aunt May gave him right before she was about to start scolding him out of worry—flashed across your face briefly. It disappeared after a second and one of pity replaced it.

“You wanna come lay down?” you offered kindly. “My bed is super comfy.” You went back to your bed, which was placed in the corner of your room, and sat on the edge. Peter followed you over and kicked off his shoes

“I don’t think I could sleep right now,” Peter admitted. The anxiety from earlier was still running through him, even if he managed to calm himself externally.

“You wanna tell me what happened then?” you suggested instead.

Peter sighed as he sat down on the edge beside you. He was exasperated, but not with you.

“Someone recognized me,” he started again, intelligible this time. You understood immediately, understanding his panicked state before and his mentally exhausted one now. “I went on a walk around the block. I just wanted to get outside, y’know?” Peter continued. “But then some guy started following me and yelling things at me.”

“What’d he say?” you inquired delicately.

Peter swallowed through the lump in his throat before looking at you. He found you facing him as well. “He called me a murderer.”

“Oh, Peter,” you said sadly, a frown instantly forming on your face. A stray tear fell from his sad brown eyes down his cheek before he could stop it, but you were quick to wipe it away with your thumb. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“Will it be?” Peter asked, staring into your eyes. He wanted so desperately to believe you, he wished he could, but from the look on your face he wasn’t sure if you even believed your own words.

You fell silent at the question. Peter felt bad, he knew you just wanted to help him. And you were. You made him feel safe. That’s why he went to you, thinking—knowing—you could bring him some peace of mind, even if all his problems couldn’t suddenly be solved.

Peter had known you since before he was ever Spider-Man, and you were always able to comfort him through hard times. Even when he became Spider-Man you were still there for him. You knew before anyone else because out of everyone, you were the one Peter relied on most.

As if you had some insight to his thoughts, you spoke up. “Can I ask you something?” you asked, moving on your bed until you were laying down on your side. Peter mindlessly followed your actions, laying down on his side and facing you.

“Anything,” he replied. Your bed wasn’t all that big, but the both of you fit. There was a few inches of space between you, but Peter could hear the slight shift in your breathing before you asked your question.

“Why are you here?”

Your words were unexpected and he instantly began to worry. “Do…do you not want me to be?” he asked, brows furrowing slightly in curiosity, hurt heavy in his voice. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop it from intertwining in his words.

“That’s not what I meant,” you were quick to clarify, picking up on the sadness that crossed his face. “You’re my best friend and I love having you here, you know that,” you told him reassuringly. “It’s just…why didn’t you go to MJ? She’s your girlfriend after all.”

There was something in your tone aside from simple wondering that Peter couldn’t quite interpret. Maybe because the question took him off guard. He went quiet for a moment, asking himself the same question. You were right—MJ was his girlfriend. The person he was supposed to be closest to, and yet when he was thinking of where he felt safest it wasn’t with her. It was with you.

“I don’t know,” Peter confessed, admitting his own confusion with himself now that you had brought it to his attention. “I was panicking and when I was trying to get away, I was thinking of where I’d feel safe…and I thought of you without registering it. I didn’t second guess it, it was like an instinct,” he continued honestly.

You were touched by the sentiment and couldn’t help but smile softly. “That’s really sweet of you to think of me.”

“I always think of you.” It slipped out in a soft whisper before Peter could stop himself. He realized what he said when a subtle look of surprise appeared on your face. An expression to mirror it came to his own and he looked away shyly. He couldn’t meet your eyes and neither of you could think of what to say.

“I’m sorry,” Peter finally said. He rolled on to his back and stared up at the ceiling. His face felt warm as he avoided looking at you. “I-I made things awkward. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s okay,” you decided. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting you to say that. It’s still sweet.”

“So, how was your day?” Peter wondered. He tried to play it off as a casual change of subject, and you decided to let him.

You copied him, laying flat on your back to look up as well. “I had a pop quiz, so I think mine was worse than yours,” you teased without thought. You immediately wished you could take it back given how hard of a time Peter was having. It wasn’t the scenario for joking. “Sorry, that’s not funny,” you apologized.

“It’s okay,” Peter assured quickly. “I miss people being normal with me. I wish everyone would stop treating me like I’m made of glass—or like a pariah. I don’t like either.”

“Because you’re neither. You’re a strong, brave hero with a good heart.”

Peter turned his head to look at you. A grin appeared on his face—you saw it out of the corner of your eye. “You really think I’m a hero?”

“Of course I do.” It was the truth.

“It means a lot to hear you say that,” Peter said with full sincerity. He realized you weren’t going to meet his gaze, so he turned it back to the ceiling. Still, he felt…giddy? Was that right? You thought he was a hero and he felt a sense of pride he had lost before. He knew you supported him as Spider-Man, you made that clear, but you’d never used the word hero before.

You didn’t know what to say after that, so you thought of something to maybe lighten the mood. “Hey, you wanna watch Star Wars?” you asked Peter. You looked over to Peter when you heard him break out into laughter. “What?”

“You don’t even like Star Wars,” Peter told you when his laughter died down. It was nice to see that a smile still lingered when he turned to face you.

“Hey! I didn’t say I didn’t like it, I just said it—”

“You called it boring when I tried to show you the new movie! And that was after you fell asleep on me,” Peter argued back playfully.

That caused you to smile and relent. “Okay, fine. But I know you like it and you seem like you could use a distraction.”

You turned over to reach for your laptop. You grabbed it and rolled back over onto your back and placed it on your stomach to balance it. Peter moved into his back and scooter closer to you as you pulled up a streaming site.

Then he started laughing to himself again. He didn’t wait for you to ask, he was quick to explain. “If someone had told me a few years ago that I’d be in Y/N Y/L/N’s bed and she wanted to watch Star Wars with me, I probably would’ve had a heart attack.”

It was your turn to laugh. “You’re a dork,” you teased.

“I’m serious!” he argued back, amusement in his tone. With himself, with you, you weren’t sure. You thought it was all a big joke until he continued. “I had the biggest crush on you and—”

“What?” you cut him off to ask. He had said it so carefree and playfully, but in response to the confusion on your face his eyes widened.

“You didn’t know?” Peter asked sheepishly, his casual mood fading. Heat filled his cheeks and he was sure that if it was any brighter you would’ve seen how pink they had turned.

“No,” you replied with the slightest shake of your head. “How come you didn’t tell me?”

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. The way you were looking at him made him feel nervous. Like you had caught him in a lie that he never told. “I was scared,” slipped out first. It was true, not just an excuse. “And after a few years I thought you figured it out and just didn’t say anything.” That was more embarrassing to admit, but it was the truth as well nonetheless.

“Well, I didn’t know,” you told him. “If I did then… never mind,” you trailed off, causing Peter to wonder.

“What is it?” he asked, pressing for you to continue.

You have a small shake of your head. “It’s nothing.” You deflected attention back to him then. “How could you not tell me? I thought you told me everything. I’m your best friend.” You tried to not pout but it slipped into your tone.

“Exactly!” Peter exclaimed. “I didn’t want to ruin everything. I thought if I actually told you myself and you didn’t feel the same, it would get weird and awkward between us,” he confided. “I just assumed you knew and didn’t feel the same, so I started dating MJ and thought I’d just get over you.”

That last bit took you off guard, surprised by the fact that Peter liked you so recently.

“Did you?” you asked him vaguely, but Peter knew what you meant. You didn’t have to explain.

Peter swallowed, not expecting your curiosity. It was fair, though. He just dropped all this information on you so you had a right to wonder.

“Yeah,” Peter said, but it was off. If you could see inside Peter’s thoughts, you would see that he wasn’t only trying to convince you but himself as well. However, since you couldn’t see the fact that he doubted his own words, you accepted his response.

“So,” you shifted topics, dragging out the single word. You looked back to your laptop. “Which movie?”

“Uhh, New Hope,” Peter decided, pointing at which one it was. You selected it and it began to play.

You and Peter both fell silent as your attention turned from one another to the movie. You made it through the majority of it before you started to feel tired. Your head rested on Peter’s shoulder without thought. Peter didn’t mind at all. A soft smile graced his face at the contact, but he didn’t say anything.

When you couldn’t fight back a yawn, Peter finally spoke up. “If you’re ready to go to sleep, I can leave,” Peter offered politely, but you could hear the uneasiness and disappointment in his voice.

“I thought you were gonna stay the night,” you said casually through another yawn.

Peter seemed a little surprised yet relieved at your assumption. “It’s okay if I do?” He really didn’t want to go back to Happy’s, or back out on the street to get there. He felt comforted and safe with you. Peter didn’t want that to end.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. It’s nice having you here,” you promised him. “I haven’t gotten to see you that much since… everything.”

Peter was confined to the back and forth from Happy’s to school, and his getaway on the roof was mostly just for himself. MJ tagged along more than once because of the pressure on her as well, but you (and Ned) were left out of the spotlight so there was less of a need for an escape. Sure you’d been up there a few times and had stopped by Happy’s, but Spider-Man’s girlfriend was more interesting to the press than Spider-Man’s best friend, you assumed.

A part of you was relieved about that, sure. But another part wanted to be right there with Peter, going through it with him so you could be there for him to let him know he wasn’t alone. You ignored the sour feeling that overcame you knowing that MJ was that person for Peter, not you.

Peter, on the other hand, finally had stopped thinking about his hectic life. He was content with you. He felt guilty that he hadn’t seen you as much as he wanted to, and even worse that you felt upset about it.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quietly.

“It’s okay,” you said, yawning yet again. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Should I turn the movie off?” Peter wondered, noting how tired you were.

“Can you leave it running? Or put something else on? I can’t fall asleep if it’s too quiet,” you admitted after your request.

“How about I put on Friends? I know you like that show and you watched Star Wars with me after all,” Peter suggested

“Sounds good.”

Peter pulled up the show on your laptop then leaned over you to set it on the table on your side. You burst out into laughter but it was stifled slightly.

“You’re crushing me!” you giggled out.

Peter realized that he was and he flopped down back onto his side of the bed. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” you hummed, making yourself comfortable. You nuzzled your head into the pillow and wiggled under the covers until you were content. “Goodnight Peter.”

Peter stripped off his jacket quickly, then followed your lead and settled into bed. “Goodnight,” he responded softly. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. He gave it a few minutes of silence, aside from the soft sound of the show in the background, before he opened his eyes again.

He glanced over to you and saw you were still with your eyes closed. Your breathing was steady and you looked so peaceful. Still, Peter couldn’t help but ask, “hey Y/N?” wondering if you were awake.

“Yes, Peter?” you ask, sleepiness heavy in your voice.

He wasn’t sure what else to say, so he decided to express his appreciation. “Thanks for letting me stay,” Peter said.

“Of course,” you mumbled. “You should try to sleep.”

Peter nodded at your groggy suggestion, but you hadn’t opened your eyes so you likely couldn’t tell. He closed his eyes again and tried his hardest to fall asleep. Although, it became apparent that trying to sleep was overworking his mind instead of relaxing it. Forcing sleep was no solution and it wouldn’t come naturally, so Peter just laid in your bed and listened to your gentle breathing and the faded laugh track from the laptop.

An amount of time that Peter didn’t keep track of passed and he hadn’t fallen asleep. It seems you had, because in your sleep you twisted and turned until somehow you ended up tucked at Peter’s side. Your head was nuzzled into his shoulder and you were curled against him. To be comfortable and allow you to be as well, he put an arm around you.

It was nice and for the first time in a while Peter felt at ease. “Hey, Y/N?” Peter asked again. This time you didn’t answer. He even waited a few minutes before repeating himself. No response.

He looked over to you and saw how peaceful you were. It brought a smile to his face, seeing you snuggled against him. Sleep had found you and Peter hoped the same would happen for him.

He sighed before closing his eyes again. Finally, he was able to drift into slumber.

Unfortunately, Peter’s unconsciousness was plagued with nightmares about Mysterio trying to kill him, then dying in front of him, and of course how he ruined Peter’s life. He could hear the yells and screams of people calling him a killer—as if he didn’t get enough of that when he was awake.

Peter jolted awake with a gasp, eyes snapping open. It took him a moment to remember where he was. Peter very quickly realized he was at your house in your bed. After becoming aware of his surroundings, he became aware of the fact that his arms were around you.

Somehow while the two of you slept, you ended up on your side and Peter ended up spooning you from behind. He made sure not to move to avoid waking you. His heart began to race at the intimate position. Peter could push the thoughts he kept hidden about you aside when you two were hanging out and talking as friends—he’d learned how to keep his feelings a secret for years—but like this… well, it reminded him that he did still have those feelings.

“Hey, Y/N?” Peter whispered. His head was right behind yours, so he couldn’t see if you were awake.

You didn’t respond so Peter assumed you were asleep. Knowing that, he couldn’t help but hold you tighter. Guilt panged in his chest, knowing he still had feelings with you despite being with MJ. But he never felt this close to her and he couldn’t just force his feelings away. He had kept it all to himself for years and earlier in the night when he admitted he had a crush on you, while it wasn’t the full truth, made him feel better. Like a weight off his chest. That got him thinking even more.

“I need to tell you something,” Peter confessed softly, knowing you were asleep and not wanting to wake you. Maybe if he told you the truth, even if you couldn’t hear it, it would make him feel better. “I lied,” he continued. “I still have feelings for you… and I can’t make them go away. I tried really hard but…” Peter drifted off with a sigh. “I know you don’t feel that way about me, and I know I have MJ, but… I just… these past few weeks have been a nightmare, but being here with you made it all disappear. You make me feel happy and safe… and I wish I wasn’t scared to say this when you’re awake. I guess I’m not as brave as you think I am. So… I still love you. I never stopped. Not just in a friend way, but you know what I mean.” Peter paused to chuckle slightly humorlessly to himself gently, realizing the irony of his words. “I guess not though, because you’re asleep.”

There was a beat of silence before Peter heard two words whispered softly that made his heart stop. “I’m not.”

Peter felt frozen, in both shock and embarrassment as you turned in his arms to face him. He didn’t know what to do or say when he met your eyes. The look on your face was one of many emotions and Peter couldn’t quite place the dominating one. “Y/N, I—”

As your eyes searched Peter’s panicked face, you decided to do something impulsive. You leaned in and quickly pressed your lips to Peter’s. He froze so you pulled back, cheeks warm.

You had been wanting to do that for a while. Maybe not as long as Peter apparently had wanted to—and still wanted to as he just admitted—but hearing Peter say all those things made you feel loved and confident enough to make the move he had been wanting to.

“You kissed me?” Peter said, although it came out as a question. Like he couldn’t believe it. Because he couldn’t believe it. He spent so many years thinking about kissing you—wanting to, how to, what it would feel like, how’d you react, how happy it would make him if you kissed back—only for you to kiss him. He had wanted it more than anything and now that Peter had felt your lips against his, he never wanted to stop feeling it.

“I did,” you said sheepishly. You didn’t get a chance to explain yourself because Peter snapped out of his thoughts to close the gap between the two of you. His lips captured yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Your lips moved together in perfect sync, filled with longing and love.

When you both parted, you wore matching smiles. You spoke first. “I wish you had told me sooner.”

Peter blushed a little and was grateful you couldn’t see due to the dark. “I do too.”

A path of guilt struck through you, knowing Peter was still with MJ. But… here he was with you. He kissed you. He said he’d wanted to for a long time and you couldn’t deny you shared that desire. He wanted you and you wanted him. There is nothing wrong with having what you both want…

Peter pulled you into his arms to cuddle you and thoughts that weren’t about him disappeared.

“I wish we could live in this moment forever,” Peter mumbled contently. You closed your eyes and let out a happy sigh.

"Me too." You could worry about everything later, but right now you wanted to enjoy Peter's closeness and the comfort that being with him gave. Turns out you needed it just as much as he did, and you weren't about to give it up.

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

Oh god, the ache my heart felt at imagining this...and then again as I try to fathom Danny's pain.

It's for sure a very painful scenario.

I think his kids would be the main reason he tries to grapple any straws of sanity. And the rest of the Ohana would cope of losing Steve by putting their time and energy in keeping Danny safe. Because it's something to do...in it of itself but also what they're sure Steve would want them to do.

See...people knew how much he loved Steve. Doesn't matter what they believed their relationship to be, the love and devotion they had for each other was clear to anyone to looked at them two two seconds. So this is different than when he divorced Rachel. At that time, and because I recognize how things are handled by Danny's family, in front of them Danny might have played it off that he was okay and no one wanted to push so they chose to believe it...except Matty. Who stayed with Danny long into the nights for months. That was Rachel. This is Steve! And again, everyone knew...and they cared. The environment is different.

All eyes are on Danny. Every is watching his every move. Expecting him to shatter at any moment. And he would have the moment he found out...but he would trudge on. For his kids. For Mary and Joanie...He had to look after them just as he'd hope Steve would look after his kids if anything happen to him.

But don't for a moment think Danny's okay. It's a question of the strength of love. Which one is stronger. And it's tested every day. The love of his kids and others who need him...the ache left behind by the one he loved most that he didn't sire and the peace of mind and heart to be together again.

I personally think Danny can keep it together when it matters...he develops a drinking problem maybe. But the most dangerous thing is the way he pushes himself at work. He's rougher, begins to tiptoe the line and then is crossing it in ways that echo but also surpass season one Steve hell bent to find out all he can about his father's murder. The recklessness. Am I saying he has a whole ass Bella moment of doing dangerous things to get glimpses of Edward? Yeah I'm saying that.

He gets into an intense gun fight with a horrid gang or dealers or dangerous criminal of the week. But they're nothing he hadn't dealt with before. This is basically well practice procedure...then in one moment...in a moment he feels 'ready' he stands and is no longer shielded/covered, his gun isn't raised but his other hand is reaching for Steve's dog tags that he found and has been wearing since his funeral and prepares to accept his fate.

He's tackled at the same time as grazed. He makes a promise to whoever saved him he'll step down voluntarily and get help if they don't mention what they witnessed. The deal is made but supervision on Danny is far stricter.

i want to cause the most amount of pain so I'm wondering... had Steve died after being shot on that plane...

What would it be like for Danny? I was always under the impression that he loved Steve almost as much as he loved Grace, and he did choose Steve over his own family and happiness on multiple occasions so how would it be for Danny to lose almost his entire Universe?

Leave your thoughts so we can discuss

[thetwistedcryptid]

RSA oc boy Meet-cute! ~Cailean x reader~ {I think your dove-ly!}

Demanding.. that's how you'd describe NRC's inhabitants.

Whether it's Crowley overloading you with tasks whenever you ask if he'd found you a way home yet, your teachers giving you tons of homework each night, or your classmates either dragging you into trouble or needing you to bail them out of trouble. safe to say, you were rung out every day, but there was no time to rest. every time things seemed to get better or calm, here came trouble yet again. the overblots were probably the worst of it.

How were you, a magicless student, even still alive after encountering just one of those, let alone multiple? you didn't know, but didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Today, you found yourself hurrying around through the small town that was nestled in between the two schools on the isle of sages, picking up some more components for fertilizer for the greenhouse, as you had been instructed too, to prepare for some magic based gardening class. not like you could even participate, but hey - least you got a break from the gloom of NRC's campus! the island town was quite nice. people happily going about their day, the sun shining, the works.

After picking up the order of items at the shop, all the stuff being put into one bag. you attempted to heave them up and carry it- but it was too heavy.. maybe you should get a wagon? you dont know where to get one, and nor do you have any money to buy one.. no one around seemed to pay you any mind when you struggled, but soon enough you heard it..

"Halò! dae ye need sum help?"

A voice sounded behind you, a voice a rather notible accent.. scottish? well, scotland doesn't exist in this new world, so it was probably just a coincidence and most likely called something else here, but the familiarity of it caught you off guard. you dropped the bag you were trying to lift up, and spun around on your heel to look at who was speaking. it seemed to be a boy, around 15 or 16 from the looks of it, standing at around 5'8".

He was dressed rather casually- perhaps he lived in this town, or was a tourist? you didn't recognize him, as you knew practically everyone at your school at least a little, so clearly he didn't go to NRC. he wore a plain black t-shirt, plain jeans cuffed below his knees, a purple flannel tied around his waist, and sandal strap shoes. he also seemed to wear some thin black bracelets on his right wrist with one magenta beaded one on his right wrist , along with some plain thin anklets on his right ankle and a dangling threaded necklace with what seemed to be a dog tag.

He wore an enthusiastic, though slightly nervous, grin on his face that almost stretched between both of his spiked elf-ish ears. his smile showed off his pronounced canine teeth. though the main thing of note was his hair - it was buzzed on the left, the rest of his hair was sorta nose length and was swept to the right. most of it seemed to be a warm brown hue, with raven black strips here and there. it was certainly unique.. didn't appear dyed. how odd..

You had to admit that he looked rather nice - his face reminding you of ones of k-pop boys back in your world, a mix of handsome and pretty. you could easily see him posing for a magazine or promoting something in a commercial. it also carried a sort of calming and pleasant aura around him, as he smile it almost seemed like there was a beacon of light behind him (it reminded you of Kalim and his peppiness - they seemed to carry themselves in very similar ways).

You soon realized you were staring and brought yourself back to reality, cheeks tinted pink from embarrassment - though it could be excused away as you being tired from your bag struggle.

"Oh hi! um, yes actually- some help would be appreciated!"

He seemed happy by you accepting his offer, though he always seemed to be happy, at least from what you've seen so far.

You both grabbed opposite ends of the bag, and hoisted it up together. which definitely made the process a lot easier, but maybe thats just because he was heaving most of the bags weight.. hopefully this can make the process go a lot quicker too - you didn't want to get back by the time the sun was gone, it would be inconvenient.. and it would have been your reality if he never lent a helping hand. Standing side by side as you both held it atop your connected shoulders, and began to head back towards your destination, you of course directing the way. he seemed rather strong - his body being toned, though with a decent amount of chub, which you can somewhat see through his shirt as it hugged his biceps and chest while flowing a little around his abdomen.

"So, whare wee takin' this stuff?" "Back to my school! to the botanical garden, my potions teacher sent me out to get more of this stuff since it helps the plants grow better, and we needed certain blooms for the lesson tomorrow."

The boy stayed silent for a moment as they made their way up the mountain on the left side of the island, getting further from the town and closer to a place he knew he couldn't go. he hadn't seen them at RSA, he felt like he would have remembered a face as cute- uhh- as unfamiliar as theirs. and the only other school was… wait- are they that 'transfer' student he had heard about? the one from.. NRC??

"Whait- ar' yeh frum NRC? your.. tha perfect o'v that ol' dorm there, rieght?" "…yes?" "oh mo sheachdnar mhòr!! ahem sorrie- ay jus', word spreads fhast 'round here… an' a've heard sow mhuch 'bout how powerful an' brave ye ar'! how ye thook down many overblots inn'a row! it's jus' sow impressive!! can on'lhey imagine hard ye mhus'hve trained tah pull off stuff liek that ore how cool ye'r unique magic mhust bhe!"

His praise made your cheeks flush- despite how semi-thick accent, you understood his words well enough. luckily he seemed to not know you were magicless.. as that would cause issues if anyone outside of your classmates found out. Not many people complimented you or thanked you for your efforts at NRC - you got a job done, and that was that. not like you expected more, it's a school based on villains after all, but still.. this boy seemed to fill a niche that you needed. being a magicless student and taking down overblots? now that you thought about it, it was kind of impressive, on a certain level.

You gave a nervous chuckle, "yeah i guess, but im sure anyone could have done it."

He frowned as your lack of self confidence, though the bag blocked your faces from each others' view. "ay don't think sow. not tah argue ore nothin'! jus'.. ay think ye should give ye'rself mhore credit is all..."

He eventually made the two of you stop in the middle of the trail and lowered the bag down for the ground, which was somewhat helpful due to your arms being strained from not taking a break till now. He gave you a worried and sincere look. but still tried to show a smile, perhaps to console or reassure you - not wanting you to be sad if you saw that he was sad. but he wasn't ever that good at hiding how he felt, and he always felt like he shouldn't have to hide or lie about that stuff. right after setting down the bag, he grabbed both of your hands and cupped them in between his with a gentle yet firm grasp. staring into your eyes with his soft brown ones. like a chocolaty oasis frozen in time inside two spheres.

"Wee mhay not know each othare, bhut.. ay jus' wanna let ye know that.. ay.. ay think ye'r realay chool! and after interacting with you today.. i beelive y'er very lovleh as whell! a've heard sow mhuch 'bout what ye've done.. defeatin' overblots an' whatnot all on ye'r own! ev'ry time ye get knocked down, ye get bhak up! ay don' think ay could ev'a dae that.. itt proves jus' how sthrong ye ar'! most people wo'ld have left those blotters tah their fates.. bhut ye didn't! even if ye pro'lly didn't get anythin' in return f'ur helpin' 'em…"

"People talk 'bout ye all ov'a tha islan', an' over at meh school- an' ay know f'ur a fhact they admire ye an' wanna bhe jus' liek ye! ay.. aye shure dae, that's f'ur shure! ay can tell that ye we're destined f'ur great things, an ye'r already on ye'r whay there, from wut a've heard! ay swear on that witt meh whole heart tah be tha truth! sow.. please don' put ye'rself ore ye'r achivements down liek that an'more, a'ight..?"

His voice was so genuine and filled with emotion, that it tugged at your heart strings a bit. you felt compelled to tell him to lower his voice, being so close to the school. maybe one of your friends might think something is wrong, but hopefully everyone was still in class and not wandering around near the front gates. His vice boomed though the dirt and tree laced path, his words filled with passion. he hoped to get his thoughts across to you this way, not sure 0f any other way he could express himself. both of your faces were a strawberry hue as he spoke, at one point you had to remind him to breath.

When he finished, you agreed to be a bit more self confident, him getting you to do a pinky promise with him, and afterwards he immediately took your words to strong value and dropped the topic, satisfied. you both stood there in silence, you took in everything he said and were glad to meet someone so friendly and kind, a stark contrast to most of your classmates. meanwhile he was staring at you hopefully, both of you silence for a while, staring into each others eyes as a gentle breeze softly jostled the leaves of the nearby trees.

it was.. peaceful. being in this moment, with him, it felt right.

You had just met him, but you felt as though you had already known him before.. maybe in a past life. his optimism and praise touched your heart. he felt like a cold drink of water in the dry desert of this villain school.

After a few moments he let go of your hands, his face getting a bit redder as he turned away from you, averting his eyes and rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle and wobblily smile. he hadn't even realized he was making such prolonged physical contact with you, and was a bit embarrassed from it.

"s-sorre sorre! didn' mean tha.. uh.. be 'too mhuch' as sum of meh classmates say, heh eheh.."

"Nah your fine dude! heh.. i really appreciated it- what you said. maybe you should be a motivational speaker or something." you said, returning his smile, which seemed to make him perk up a bit and get a bit more bashful, running a hand through his short black and brown stripped hair.

"Though, i reeeally get to get this stuff back to my teacher, and im sure class already ended by now, so.."

"o-oh rieght! wee sh'uld get goin'! don't want ye tah get in trouble!!"

You both pick the bag back up and continued on your way up the trail. when you got to the front gates, he seemed a bit apprehensive to step foot on campus, looking like he feared he might get grouped up on at any second since he wasn't a student there.. but you placed a reassuring hand on his bicep for a moment, causing him to let out a small and quiet surprised chirp sound followed by a nervous sigh. you beckoned him forwards, gesturing at the empty courtyard in front of you.

Sure, if you were caught you'd get in trouble for bringing a non student onto campus, but then again when did you ever obey the rules? your scuffle with riddle when you first got here was evident of that. plus, being a 'perfect' meant you were your own dorm leader, and didn't have anyone to tell you what to do - other then crowley and the teachers, who usually didn't concern themselves with you anyways.

"it'll be fine! no ones gonna catch us! everyone's probably back at their dorms for their evening right now." "ye pro'mus?" he asks, holding out his pinky finger towards you. You playfully roll your eyes, and lock your pinky around his, for a brief moment. "i promise."

That seemed to reassure him, and he got back to it in his usual peppy manner. soon you both arrived at the botanical garden, opening the door and putting the big bag down with the other supplies for tomorrows class. you both let out a unified sight of relief upon no longer having to hold that heavy bag anymore, before making eye contact, and having a small giggle-fest.

You didnt get caught - the tension was still there, but not as strong as it was before. since you knew this area rarely had people outside of class. maybe other then Leona who naps here a lot, but luckily he didn't seem to be here right now. Ruggie probably dragged him off somewhere like a disappointed mother does to a child who wont do as their told.

It had been fun speaking with him, though it was clear he couldn't stay any longer. you two traded phone numbers, to keep in touch. this boy was clearly from RSA, you thought. he mentioned attending a school on this island, and since you'd never seen him around NRC, it only meant he was from the rival school, but then didn't bother you. perhaps it would be nice to know someone outside of the people your forced to go to classes with everyday. your friends were fun, sure, but sometimes they really tired you out. so this could be a nice change of pace.

When you put his number in your phone, something dawned on you. "what do i put for the contact name? just realized we never introduced ourselves."

"ay re'lly don' mind whut ye put f'ur mine, bhut meh name's Cailean!" he chirped, "Cailean Atharrais. though meh pal's call me Cae or Callie. A'm frum RSA! though, a'm shure ye figured that ohut bhe now, since ye'r sow smart!"

"thats a nice name! im (y/n)! pleasure to properly meet you. RSA or not, its nice to meet someone outside of NRC, its a nice change of pace from the same old same old."

"y/n? y/n…" he parroted as his voice trailed off, him staring off passed you into space almost like a deer in headlights, before letting out some actual bird sounding chirps to himself under his breath almost like a excited school girl, not knowing you could hear that due to your close proximity. he grinned wide again, and shifted his gaze back to you once more. a warm pink blush still dusting his cheeks. "that's ah mhighty fhine name! suits ye real whell! heh eheh, ay wish ay could say and hear it all dhay!" Soon enough you began to hear a voice, followed by one of the doors being unlocked- it was crewel! most likely he was coming to check on the set up for tomorrow, and to see if you had completed your task. both of you stood frozen in surprise and fear - he needed to hide! but where?? there wasn't many places to hide, unless he was small enough to ball up inside the bustled of flora… as you attempted to think of a solution to not blow his cover, you turned to look at him again, and.. he was gone!

You whipped your head around in confusion, not seeing him anywhere- only spotting a black shimmering feather with gold trimmings, on the ground. You picked up the feather out of curiosity, and the black parts seemed to be filled with purple and green tones when held up to the light. it was rather eye catching if payed attention too.. but where did this come from..? you heard a small bit of rustling in the canape of the one tree in the center of the building, that you were standing next too, but before you could investigate-

Crewel opened the door after fumbling with that darn key- muttering that dire needs to get those locks fixed. he then headed your way, spotting you and the bag you brought back. he congratulated you on bringing back the 'luggage' and sent you on your way now thta he was done with you. he eventually left as well after a while of setting things up and checking inventory, not wanting a single thing out of place. like the perfectionist he was.

As you walked back to Ramshackle, you spotted a bird flying overhead, seemingly matching the feather you still held in your hand.. it let out a cheerful caw towards you, swooping down and flying low near you for a moment, causing your heart to race a little - it had those same eyes as Cailean.. Those warm and welcoming oak toned irises that held so much hope and enthusiasm for anything and everyone, from what you had encountered. The eyes that made you feel.. Well, you're quite sure yet, but you knew it was a good feeling. Soon enough though it soared off into the air high above the buildings and away from the campus grounds. heading in the direction of RSA, and soon disappearing from your view.

You had a theory that; that was Cailean. you didn't have much evidence, but you had always been good at linking together contact clues. Perhaps it was his unique magic? couldn't have been from a potion, since those are illegal.. from what you've been told- you we're too sure about it. plus he didn't seem to have any bottles on him, nor good enough pockets to hide one. maybe you could ask him about it another time- you had his number after all. You wondered how he got out of the enclosed garden.. but perhaps he just found an opened window or something and snuck out? not too far fetched. you've heard of, and have encountered, far weirder circumstances and solutions to problems during your time here so far as it was anyways.

You continued to head back to your dorm, smile on your face and feather in hand. what a day.. huh?

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.