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Pairing: Merman!Hyunjin x Human!fem!reader Genre: Angst kinda, Fluff🥰💖, Smut🔥❤️ Word Count: 4.7k Warnings: Blood, Chan is lowkey a dick, MURDER kinda, sex, p in v, cumming inside (use a protection >.>), possessive themes breeding kink, implied pregnancy it doesn't get a part tho i think thats it tell me if i missed anything.

A/N: Based on this TikTok someone save me from my imagination-

"The humans killed our ancestors, the pushed us far from the shores, our people died because of them."

"But why?" One of the merboys asked.

The class looked at him, small bubbles jetting behind the teacher from seashell horns on the coral wall. "Because they fear the unknown Hyunjin."

It was a while after classes he was moving on the current among the schools of fish, he saw the floaty. He moved for it confused. Why was a floaty this far from the shore. On the bobbing swan was a girl, she stared at him with wide eyes and he stared back. Her hands weren't webbed, she didn't have the fin like appendages jutting out behind her ears... but mostly, she didn't have a tail.

A HUMAN!? Hyunjin swam back slightly, fear prickling through him, the human tried paddling to the shore frantically, also afraid. His brows furrowed. Hesitantly, cautiously, he came above the water and tried forming the syllables he'd learned in class. "You swim no??"

The human girl looked at him. "You speak.."

Hyunjin made a face.

"Sorry. No, I can't swim." She laughed slightly. "What are you?"

Hyunjin tried to think of a word. "You caught... riptide." He pointed to the beach.

The human nodded.

"Catch current." He said, grabbing the floaty and pushing it rather quickly to the upcoming wave heading for the shore.

"Wait." The girl looked at him, her e/c eyes meeting luminescent sea green ones. "I'm y/n. What's your name?"

"Hyunjin." He said, pushing the floaty to the current.

The human grabbed his hand, he froze in fear. But she put something in his hand as the current swept her off. Looking down at it, he smiled slightly at a little moon charm.

Minho was poking Hyunjin's head in class. "Hey bubble maker. I'm bored."

"Class isn't over yet." Hyunjin sighed, fiddling with the moon shaped charm that floated around his neck.

"Sneak out with me." The merman behind him poked him again.

Hyunjin turned to Minho. "What do you take me for?"

"Come on." Minho smiled, the fin appendages behind his ears shifting, the scales that lined them shimmering a deep blue color in the light. "Chan and Yongbok must have already left class too. We can get the others."

"FINE" Hyunjin gave an exasperated huff, swishing his glittery green tail, pushing at the sand floor, startling a small squid.

Minho smiled, asking the instructor if he could use the restroom, a few minutes later Hyunjin asked to also go, and the two didn't return.

Meeting up with their friends, Chan, Changbin, Jisung, Yongbok, Seungmin, and Jeongin, the group swam out of the coral area and surfaced looking around. The sun was setting and sparkled against the water, lapping gently around them.

"Woah..." Jeongin, the youngest marveled, eyes glued to the shore. "How do humans build things like that?" He pointed past the sand to the tall structures.

Chan shrugged, "Last time I was on land, someone said there's a lot of math involved."

Changbin sucked in a sharp breath.

The rest looked at him, he was pointing frantically at something. A boat, not just any, but a boat with nets coming from it.

Hyunjin grit his teeth, "Isn't illegal to fish here?"

"It is." Jisung's eyes narrowed.

Chan looked at Changbin nodding. Before the rest could say something, both mermen swam full speed for the boat, slashing the nets and emerging from the water. Hyunjin watched as the people on the boat fell back into the water in fear. Chan dove again and even if it was far away, the scent of human blood reached Hyunjin's nostrils as he watched Changbin flip the boat.

"Disgusting scum." Yongbok spat, before swimming under.

Jisung pursed his lips before diving under as well, the others followed. As Hyunjin watched the boat capsizing he turned to the shore and his eyes widened at the sight of a human dressed similar to the others swimming and flailing frantically.

Chan came next to him, "Don't let him get far."

Hyunjin's ear appendages flared. He swam quickly, claws emerging from his webbed fingers as he closed in on the screaming human. The metallic scent filled his nose as he slashed the human's throat and let the current float the body to the beach.

You cringed as your boss slapped folder on your desk. "Another?"

"This one was a bit better than the last 4." The man huffed. "Guy we found on shore got out easy. Whoever or whatever killed him did it quick."

You made a face, squeezing the sun charm that hung around your neck. "I'll look into it, might have to stake out."

He nodded. "I could assign you a squad."

"If whatever or whoever did this sees a squad of men, it surely won't act."

"It's for your safety."

You rolled your eyes. "Fine."

Your boss smiled and patted the report. "Get to it."

You flipped through the report, looking at the images and the boat, the claw like marks on the fishermen's chests. You huffed, deciding to go to the forensics lab see what they had to say. When you saw the bodies all the forensic analyst and pathologist could say was that the wounds were ridged as if the blade used was jagged, not uniformly.

"Though, y/n." The forensic analyst pulled you aside to two microscopes. "Have you ever seen something like this?"

You looked into the microscope, there was a keratin like material under the first, similar to human hair but glittering.

"What is it?" you asked.

"A fraction of a scale from something...?" The forensic analyst sighed. "But look at this." She motioned to the other microscope.

Looking through it you saw a cell. "What about it?"

She grabbed you and shook you. "It's blue."

You shrugged.

"Y/N.. I didn't stain that sample."

Your eyes widened and you looked at the skin cell again. It was blue...

"I'm going on a stake out tonight." You said determined.

The pathologist and the forensic analyst looked at you a little scared.

"But-" the pathologist started.

"No!" You crossed your arms. "I'm going to figure this out."

You left the room before they could stop you.

Hyunjin probably shouldn't have but the moonlight looked so alluring through the water. The merman swam to the surface and hummed softly as he took in the moon, full and bright, the sky clear, his right ear fin twitched and he sucked in a breath. Boat...

His eyes narrowed as he tried to identify what type of boat. The nets flew and Hyunjin's gills flared, humans didn't ever learn. He dove under and swam toward the ship, claws out.

"There's something out there!" A man shouted.

Hyunjin burst from the water to slash at the man but his eyes widened as he saw a pair of eyes he hadn't seen in years. He pushed against the boat and dove again, swimming away as fast as he could.. He grabbed the moon charm around his neck and remembered, the human girl who got swept away by the riptide. She... He cursed at himself for not flipping the boat and getting it over with.

"I'm not crazy!" You shouted. "I saw a merman!"

"You've been saying that for the past two months." Your fellow investigator sighed. "Sure more fishermen have died but there's nothing to prove that you saw merpeople."

"Just go home and rest, Y/N, you look crazy." the receptionist quipped.

"Listen kid. You're barely out of high school trying to play investigator." The captain of your department patted your head. "Go home and rest. Let the professionals do their jobs."

You groaned in exasperation and walked to your office, sitting in the spinning chair, you knew you'd seen it, you'd seen it before. It- no.. he had your moon charm, you put your head in your hands and stared at the case report. Could there be others? You noticed it as you scanned the victims, the boats.. You grabbed the phone and dialed the natural resource reserve department.

"Hello. Natural resource reserve department this is Kady speaking."

"Hi I'd like to know if Sta Beach and the surrounding area is protected from fishing for commercial and personal use." You said to the woman on the other end of the line.

"Sta Beach?"

"Yes, ma'am."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before you heard rapid typing. "Yes it is illegal to fish for any reason in that area."

You nodded. "Thank you." Hanging up the phone you stared at the pictures again. The fishermen were fishing illegally.. so...

You remembered how that blonde haired merman flew out of the water, claws out but froze as he saw you. THE MERPEOPLE KILL PEOPLE WHO HURT THE FISH! You stood and slapped the case folder closed. You grabbed your phone and carkey, dialing your boss's number as you left the station.

"Why are you calling me at 2 in the morning-"

"I know what's going on. I'm going to fix it myself."

"L/N-"

"It was a pleasure working with you chief."

"L/N IF YOU GO OUT THERE! I SWEAR I'LL-"

You hung up the phone and got into your car, staring the engine and driving to the beach again, as you came to the parking, you put your car into park awkwardly across three spaces and ran for the shore.

You watched as gentle waves crashed against the rocks and sand, removing your shoes, you ran to the water. The moon reflecting off it, stars glittering. You stared out for a moment, noticing a ripple in the water, a head surfaced, fin like appendages behind its ears, it shook its dark hair as another head emerged, then another. You held your breath as five more heads appeared and scanned the water, the first turned and locked eyes with you. Your eyes widened as it dove under the surface, the other heads turned.

You saw those sea green eyes again and you knew.. "Hyunjin..."

Hyunjin shouted, "Chan WAIT!" before diving after the first.

Your eyes widened as the first merman, Chan you assumed, burst out of the water claws bared. You scrambled back deeper into land and it landed, tail dissipating into two legs. You shrieked as he jumped for you. Someone caught him and dragged him to the sand. Hyunjin.

"She saw us!" Chan snapped, easily slamming Hyunjin into the sand.

"She's seen me before!" Hyunjin grabbed Chan's hands. "She won't say anything!"

Chan stared at you. The other mermen came to the shore and changed, they looked human, only their eyes having unnatural luminescence.

One of the men, hair purple and eyes pale white stared intensely at your chest.

You bristled, "It's rude to stare at a woman's chest y'know." You said.

"I wasn't staring at that." he walked forward and Hyunjin jumped off Chan but the purple haired man was faster, grabbing your sun charm and pulling close for inspection. "Hyunjin." he turned to the green eyed man. "Is this here you got that from?" he pointed to Hyunjin's necklace.

Chan stood, eyes narrowed. "She's the human?" He rubbed his face, claws retreating. "Why are you here?"

"I'm investigating why the fishermen died. I guess.." You looked at the men. "I have my answer."

Hyunjin looked at you. "You should go back."

"Why-" You started, but the sound of a siren made you turn.

A few of the men dove back into the water when they heard it, the purple haired man looked at Chan. "What if she says something?"

Chan looked at Hyunjin.

The lights from the police cruisers came closer and one pulled around the corner, a head sticking out the passenger window, gun drawn. Before you could react, Chan grabbed you and threw you into the water, you almost screamed, flailing around since you couldn't swim but Hyunjin grabbed your face, forcing your mouth open as he pushed you deeper beneath the surface. You choked as water invaded your mouth but he put something on your tongue and closed it. To save yourself from choking of the sea water you swallowed and covered your mouth.

The purple haired man tilted his head at you. "Speak."

"Huh-" You grabbed your throat, realizing you were breathing. You looked at them, Hyunjin's legs had become a green tail, Chan's a dark blue one and the purple haired merman now had a funny purple and green tail.

Hyunjin smiled and Chan still gave you an incredulous look. "Minho. Make sure they don't get away."

The purple haired man, Minho, nodded, shooting up to the surface.

"She can't stay." Chan huffed, swimming past Hyunjin and you.

Hyunjin looked at you.

"I thought I was crazy." You said.

"When I send you back you'll have to act crazy." he sighed.

"You can't send me back, they saw you guys drag me under-"

"Minho has it handled, you can return and say it was some kind of sea animal." Hyunjin looked at you. "Chan is right, you can't stay here."

"Says who!?" You snap.

"Do you realize I should've killed you when we met? You and I aren't supposed to even know each other! It's forbidden!" The appendages behind his ears flared angrily.

"Why is it forbidden? Ariel makes it work!"

Hyunjin made a face. "This isn't a fairytale. When human and merperson come together. People die. Why do you think we hide from your kind?" He shook his head. "When the sun rises, you're going back."

You stared at him. "Fine."

He swam after Chan, leaving you there.

If Hyunjin had ever eaten his words it would be years later. Blend in. Act human. Get the artifact and go.

So there Hyunjin was almost four years later, walking around a museum on land, dressed in a suit, carrying a "cellphone". He found the artifact relatively quickly, and admired the craftsmanship of his ancestors.

"Something peak your interest sir?"

He turned to the voice, eyes widening. You looked a little different from before, and if the human world was anything like under the sea, an investigator didn't often change carriers to a museum worker.

You looked up at him and bristled. Taking a step back and shaking your head. "Enjoy the exhibit."

Hyunjin opened his mouth to speak but you had already turned on your heel to walk away. He reached for you but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked at Jisung who shook his head.

"Remember why we're here." he said.

Another museum worker came up to him and Jisung, she smiled and motioned the artifact. "According to native legend, almost 500 years ago this blade belonged to a merman, he fell for a human woman on the surface, and when they wedded in secret, the villagers took him for a monster who bewitched her and they took him away. The human woman told the other merpeople what had happened and hey came to get him back, the result was almost the deaths of nearly all the merpeople who lived on the coast, and when they did, the human woman killed herself with this blade. After the merman found out, he too killed himself."

Hyunjin hummed. It wasn't legend, it was fact. He looked at Jisung. "What an interesting story."

The woman nodded, "The museum is closing soon, please make your way out soon."

Jisung smiled, "Of course."

The men left the museum and Hyunjin grabbed the moon around his neck and breathed deeply. He did it for the best, so the past wouldn't repeat itself... he sent you home. But..

"Did you figure out anything?" Jeongin asked.

Hyunjin snapped out of his thoughts looking at him. "The museum is closing in an hour, we can get it then."

Minho nodded. "Kill the least amount of people as we can."

He nodded, thinking about how they would even get out of the city after they got the artifact.

When it was time to get the artifact, the lights in the museum were out, he could see just fine, sneaking in with Yongbok through a window at the back and making their way to the place he'd seen the artifact. Yongbok grabbed the glass and lifted it just enough for Hyunjin to reach his hand in and grab the handle of the dagger.

"How the hell did I know you'd come back here?"

Yongbok looked claws ready but his brows furrowed when he saw you. "Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin looked at you. "Let us pass."

"No." You huffed.

"Yongbok." Hyunjin handed him the dagger. "Get out of here."

"But-"

"Go."

The blonde haired man ran for it.

Hyunjin looked at you. "Why do you have to be everywhere?"

"I work here!" You snapped. "You're everywhere! Stealing that thing!"

"I'm following orders!" he shouted.

"Oh! Are you?! Kill me then! We can't know each other!" You bared your neck at him.

Hyunjin stared down at you. "No."

"Then what orders are you following Hyunjin?" You shoved him. "You let me live time and time again! What orders are you following?!"

"I can't kill you!"

"Why cant you?!"

"What reason do I have to kill you?!"

"Chan said it himself; I know your kind exists! I shouldn't be allowed to live!"

"You say that like you want me to kill you!"

"Maybe I do! I really thought we were friends! From that moment you pushed me back on the current when we were kids, I thought you were my friend Hyunjin!"

He looked away. "I can't."

"But you'll keep me alive." You gave a dry laugh.

"Of course I will!" He whipped around. "What type of moral code do you think I have?"

"You killed those fishermen no problem."

"They were hurting the fish."

You glared at him. "Take your artifact and go." You pulled off your sun charm and threw it at him. "If you see me, you don't know me."

You turned to leave but he grabbed you, pulling you back against his chest, his hair draping over your shoulder. "I just wish you'd understand.."

"I do." You said quietly, trying to pull away, but he held you there.

"No, you don't." He muttered.

"Make me understand." You reached up and touched his head gently, patting his hair.

He pulled away and turned you to face him. His luminescent sea green eyes locked on yours, and hesitantly, he leaned in, his plush, full lips centimeters from yours. And he kissed you gently, nose bumping yours before he turned your head, tongue prodding at your lips for entry. Your lips parted and he sighed softly at your taste, relishing in the feeling of being so close to you.

Then he pulled away, forehead pressed against yours. "I'll be back, I swear it..." He put the sun charm around your neck again and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Wait for me."

You'd gone back to school, deciding to major in marine biology, it had been almost a year since you'd seen Hyunjin. Still illegal fishermen and the occasional oil dumping people in boats were killed, it was on the news and in the paper. More likely than not it was the work of Hyunjin's friends.

You sat in your apartment bedroom, flipping through your assignment. Your roommate was out for tonight, so it was just you. You tapped your desk as you read through the textbook looking for an answer to a question. You bit the plastic cap of your pen out of frustration.

"Maybe humans want the turtles eating plastic because they're no better." A voice said. That voice was familiar. A voice that was nothing but hostile to you. Now it sounded so calm.

You jumped slightly in fear, turning to your bedroom door.

"Woah woah woah!" Chan laughed. "I didn't mean to scare you. Just thought you might want to see your special guest."

You practically flew from your chair. "Guest? Chan how did you get into my apartment- What guest?" You pushed past the dark haired man and your eyes widened at the sight of Hyunjin and the others, who fiddled with your toaster.

"OW!" A short, well built man jumped, blowing on his finger.

"Changbin!" A thin blonde haired man grabbed his hand and went to the sink. "This is why Chan never sent you to human world before."

The group hadn't noticed you yet.

"Uh-" A young man poked Hyunjin.

"What, Jeongin?" Hyunjin turned to him.

The young man, Jeongin, pointed at you.

Hyunjin looked, his lips parting slightly as he saw you.

"GUYS!" Chan shouted.

The other boys looked at him.

"Let's leave them..." He ushered them out of your apartment.

Changbin was still staring at his finger.

"Oh wait.." You grabbed a paper towel and got an ice cube before handing it to Changbin. "Hold it to your finger. Toaster burns are so scary" You teased.

The other men laughed as Chan finally got them out of your apartment.

You turned to look at Hyunjin.

He smiled at you. "You live alone?"

You shook your head no.

"Where's your roommate?" He asked, fiddling with the ice dispenser.

"She's not coming back until tomorrow evening.." You said.

Hyunjin nodded and hummed softly. "I guess I owe you an explanation."

"Chan needed the artifact to find the old merpeople palace. If he found it then... we could come to the surface when we wanted." He opened your fridge and took out a Tupperware of something, examining it before putting it back. "I didn't think we'd find it.. But we did... it looked so old. It was destroyed."

You stared at him. "We destroyed it all that time ago... Humans right?" You moved and sat on your couch.

He nodded, sitting beside you. "It was destroyed because a merman and a human woman were in love."

You looked at your hands. "Is that why Chan hated me?"

Hyunjin nodded. "He was scared the past would repeat itself."

Silence spanned for a moment and then he hugged to his chest.

"I missed you." He said softly.

"You don't even know that much about me.." you muttered.

"I'm here for a while." he said rubbing your shoulder. "I'll learn."

You huffed a small laugh. Looking up at him, you smiled slightly.

He smiled down at you and leaned down to kiss your forehead gently.

You sat up and leaned in, kissing him gently.

The tips of his ears turned turned red. You giggled at his flustered expression but he grabbed you, kissing you again. He hesitantly reached his arm around you, pulling you closer. His tongue pressed its way between your lips and you smiled, allowing him entry. He groaned softly and pulled you onto his lap.

You put your hands on his shoulders and bit your lip looking into his eyes. He smirked and kissed your neck, his hand splaying on the small of your back. He sucked a dark mark beside your jaw and you moaned softly, he hummed and moved lower, his hands moved under you shirt and lifted it over your head. He tossed it haphazardly, his lips meeting yours again as you tugged at his shirt.

"You could've just asked sweet girl." He pulled his short off and kissed you again, his hands moving behind you unclipping your bra, he tugged it off gently before his hands grabbed for your chest. You moaned and arched into him. He groaned softly as you began grinding against him.

He tugged at your pants and you lifted off his lap, he tugged it down as far as he could before he turned your legs in way where he could pull your pants and underwear off all at once. He smirked at you flustered expression.

You grabbed his crotch and he whined. "Not so cocky now huh?"

He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, fondling your breasts as you fumbled to get his pants undone. When you finally got the zipper down, you pulled his pants and boxers just low enough to get out his cock. You stared at it for a moment.

"Y'know if I remember correctly, you said it was rude to stare a while back." Hyunjin teased.

You rolled your eyes and kissed him gently. "You're so dumb."

He laughed lightly and pulled you against him, rubbing his tip between your folds. "Are you ready?"

You looked into his beautiful eyes and nodded. He pulled you down and you moaned as your walls split around his manhood. He groaned when you throbbed around him, kissing your cheeks gently when you were fully sat on him. You rested your head on his shoulder, trying to adjust to him.

He kissed your head gently and muttered. "Take your time."

You made a face and rocked against him gently.

Hyunjin gasped. You smiled. "Take your time." You mocked.

His eyes narrowed and his hands settled on your hips. "I guess you're good to go."

"Hyunjin-"

He lifted you slightly and brought you down on his cock hard. You squealed and he groaned. He repeated the motion again and again, "Why am I doing all the work here?" He moaned in your ear.

You huffed and pressed your hands against his chest for balance as you began riding him, one of his hands moved to hold your back while the other played with your right nipple as he sucked the left.

You moaned and gasped, "Hyunjin.."

"Huh?" He looked at you, his eyes half lidded, pupils blown wide. he huffed a small laugh. "Let me help you pretty girl." He flipped you over and pushed you into the couch, gripping your thighs as he fucked into you. "Fill you with my babies..."

Your pussy clenched.

"Oh you like that?" He moaned. "I'll fuck you full of my kids. This pussy is mine."

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he hit the spongey area deep inside you. Hyunjin smirked and caged you in pushing your legs almost beside your head, pushing as deep into you as possible. You moaned loudly, loud enough you were scared you'd get a noise complaint from your neighbors. But you couldn't stop yourself as Hyunjin filled you again and again, reaching places you didn't even know was possible.

"Are you going to cum for me?" He asked, grunting softly.

You were too dazed to form a sentence but he grabbed your face and made you look straight at him.

"Answer me honey." He said lowly.

You nodded. "I'm going t-to cum."

He groaned and pressed his lips to yours, "Cum for me, sweet girl."

He rubbed your clit and you fell over the edge, your eyes rolling back in your head as your pussy clenched and spasmed around Hyunjin's cock. He let out a strained moan, following close behind. he gripped your thighs tightly definitely leaving bruises before he finally relaxed.

Your eyes went wide as you heard the door to your apartment unlocking. "Girl, I'm back early, but you will not believe, I saw the finest guy ever downstairs, he said his name was Cha-" Your roommate came around the corner and froze. "There's no way I sit on that fucking couch, BURN IT. GET A ROOM DAMNIT Y/N!"

"Do you understand what you've done Hyunjin?" Chan turned to him, eyes worried. "You could be killed for for this.. Y/n COULD BE KILLED FOR THIS! This is a massive mistake."

Hyunjin looked at Chan for a moment, "It's not a mistake I'll regret in this life or the next."

Chan groaned and facepalmed.

You were driving to the beach, it'd been a bit since you'd gone to see him, most of the time he came to you.

"Mommy."

"Huh?" You looked at the child in the back of the car using the rearview mirror.

"What's Daddy like?"

Your eyes met the child's sea green ones and you smiled. "You'll love him."

[ramp-it-up]

Sugar, Cubed II:

Simple Sugar

Summary: I revisited Sugar and the boys from the Sugar is Sweet séries, and let me tell you. Bucky and Steve sure have grown up from their college days. They are no longer playing around. And they are coming for you. You're forced to be roommates with Steve again. But you can establish boundaries. It'll be simple, right?

Word Count: 3K

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; mention of Bucky Barnes x Reader; boss Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Roommate/Co-worker au, S MUT! Angst, Tony is a shit boss, massive debt. forced proximity. Tattoo talk, Steve apologizes, accidental, then purposeful voyeurism, reference to porn and sex toys, masturbation, talk of impotence, raw p in v, rough sex, dirty talk, lots of cum, eventual polyandry. Basically, you are doomed. Porn with plot.

A/N: This is related to the Sugar is Sweet au, but can be read alone. This is part two to Sugar, Cubed. The next part is soon come! I hope you like it. This is part of Falloween 2024.

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After three days of calling in sick, you were summoned for a sit down with Mr. Stark. 

This was not a, ”have a drink while Black Sabbath plays and you admire Tony’s t-shirt as he rambles” type of chat. This was, a “let’s review the terms of your contract in the boardroom with suits” type of meeting.

Tony’s eyes admired you in your silk blouse and pencil skirt as you arrived, then watched you pointedly at you as you reviewed the numbers on the page.

Half a million for your bachelor’s and masters degree at NYU. Almost as much for housing. Not to mention the penalty for breaking your contract early. Even if you were paid a pretty penny and you had a ton of savings, you’d still be digging yourself out of a hole for the rest of your life if you quit.

Tony Stark owned your ass.

But you were on the verge of not caring.

“I know, you are over your current working situation, Sugar. But I still believe in you. I believe in the team of BuckySugarSteve.”

You gave him a confused look.

“Still trying to find a hashtag, look that doesn’t matter. It’s come to my attention that a certain plucky Bucky took things a little too far the other night. I’m sorry you had to deal with that on my watch.”

Tony looked sincere. But you eyed him warily.

“Thinking back on what you said last week, I now agree that you need a break. So I’m sending you to the Tokyo lab. But only for a limited time.”

“How long?”

Tony stood and turned his back on you, looking out over the Hudson.

“Depends on the progress made on the project there.” 

You stared at his back and his jet black hair and chewed your lip. You wanted out from the tension between the three of you. But there had to be a catch.

“What does the work entail?”

Tony turned back around with a smirk and explained the research and answered a few more questions from you. It seemed right in your skill set. Tony sat back down and crossed his ankle over his leg while he templed his fingers. He stared at you over the conference table.

“So what do you say Sugar?”

“I’m in.”

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You should have asked more questions.

Rage boiled inside you as you put up the partition on your business class seat and you typed away angrily on your phone. You shouldn’t have been surprised that your seatmate was Steve Rogers, but you were.

You just cursed as he greeted you and pulled out your phone as the flight attendant gave you the stink eye. Steve arrived just at the doors were closing. And there was no escape.

You wanted to throw your phone after you saw Tony’s response.

“I said you needed a break from Barnes, not Rogers. Suck it up and enjoy your time in Japan. Check out the expense account and your digs in Asakusa. You have to share, because space is at a premium in Tokyo, but you’ll survive.”

You didn’t bother to click the links that Tony sent. The living arrangements were sure to be top notch and the money was probably going to be great, but living with and working next to Steve was not what you were looking forward to. 

You popped a sleeping pill and tried to sleep most of the 14 hour flight. After managing to get some rest, you were not as rude to Steve when you had to put down your partition. Luckily, he didn’t try to speak to you and you deboarded the plane and got your luggage and to your driver without incident.

When you got to your place, you were impressed, but anxious. 

The place was modern and well placed within walking distance of the trains, but Tony was right. Your apartment in New York was twice the size of this place, and it was only you. 

You went to investigate the sleeping situation. There were two small bedrooms and they were right next to each other. Only one had an en-suite.

You were chewing your lip, deep in thought when Steve interrupted reverie. His voice was hoarse from half a day of not being used.

“It’s close quarters, but I will make it so you don’t even know I’m here.”

You turned around to see Steve standing in the doorway of the room you’d silently called dibs on.

He looked like a kid, in his rumpled t-shirt and hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. You almost felt something.

But not quite.

“Look, Sugar. I’m sorry. I really am. What happened in the elevator was… Bucky’s got a lot going on–”

He stopped once he noticed that you had stiffened up at Bucky’s name.

“Don’t make excuses for him. If you want to apologize, take responsibility for what you’ve done. Or not done. On. Your. Own.”

You sat on the ground and opened up your suitcase. Steve watched you as you started to unpack, thoughtful.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t punch him in the mouth to shut the jerk up.”

You just shook your head, refusing to smile, even though you thought about it.

“And I am so very sorry for lying to you. No matter what the reason. I should not have done that.”

You looked up at him and you could see Steve’s adam’s apple bob in his throat multiple times. His nervous tell. But you continued to look him in the eye.

“You were right to react the way you did. And you’re right to want to be as far away from u- me as you want to be. I’ve lost the best thing that ever happened to me and it was entirely my fault.”

You had to break eye contact then. You didn’t want to cave. You turned the sweater you were folding over and over in your hands. You could hear Steve take a deep breath.

“I just want–”

He cleared his throat again.

“Shit, I want a lot of things, Sugar, but I hope we can be cordial, friends even? We used to be friends. We're in a new city, a new country, a new continent. We can have a lot of fun together.”

You looked back up at him.

“Like we used to?”

“A lot has happened since ‘we used to,’ Steven.”

His shoulders slumped.

“Well, I will stay out of your way.”

He turned around to get out of your space and you felt a pang of some kind of emotion that you did not want to name.

“Hey.”

Steve stopped and turned around, his face guarded.

“I’ve been on a plane for an entire day, and I just want breakfast even though it’s 4pm here. I think I’m hangry. Let me think about it.” That smile. Oh, if you still had a heart, he might do something to it.

“I think I saw some eggs and American breakfast fixins in the fridge. I’ll make you an omelet.”

Steve knew you were a slut for breakfast. Among other things.

—--

After eating and chatting, you conceded that you did want a shopping partner; you planned to hit up all the thrift stores and you wanted someone to take day trips with on the weekend. You decided on a truce. It may have been food induced, but you thought that you could set good boundaries with Steve, so you lay down some ground rules.

Steve agreed to everything you said.

After trying to stay up as long as you could, you were ready to turn in for the night. You had a couple of days before you needed to report to the lab, so you and Steve decided to explore your neighborhood and maybe do some touristy things, since Tokyo Tower and the Asahi brewery were right outside your window.

And then it happened. 

You were minding your own business after your shower, in your thin cotton tank and sleep shorts, going to the kitchen to fill your water bottle. Suddenly, the hallway door opened and you ran into Steve coming out of the bathroom, naked except for a towel slung low on his waist and beads of water running down the planes of his extremely well made torso.

He almost ran into you.

“Oh, shit Sugar, I’m sorry….”

You’d stopped short and were staring at his left pectoral. There was new ink on the golden boy’s body. 

And you couldn’t believe it.

Among the beads of water diving down his body to disappear under the towel, because why wouldn’t they, there was a chemical formula. And you couldn’t believe which one it was.

“How long have you had that?”

You were staring, and your hand reached out to touch it, but you pulled back before you made contact. You looked up into his eyes and then back down at the tattoo because you didn’t want to drown in his eyes like you used to. 

But it seemed kind of inevitable now.

Sometime in the six months that you’d been broken up, Steve had gotten the compound for simple sugar tattooed on his body, (CH2O)x

“Sugar–”

“How long?”

You whispered it. And then dove into the blue depths of his eyes again.

“Two weeks after we broke up.”

His voice was impossibly deep, and threatened to reach places that you wanted to be unreachable. But you didn’t ask why.

“What was the thought process behind that decision, Steve?”

You didn’t ask why. But you needed to know the reason.

“Because it’s pretty simple, Sugar. You just wanted honesty. And if I had been honest, maybe we’d still be together. So I got this tattoo to remind myself that this is all I have left of the girl I loved the most. So maybe when I fall in love again, I won’t be such an idiot.”

“Wow.”

You reached out again and touched the tattoo. It had been right over his heart, without you knowing, for the better part of half a year.

Steve’s eyes stuttered closed and he drew in a sharp breath when you touched him.

“Sugar. You gotta know how…

You shook your head, blown away and rocked by what he said. Mostly the “when I fall in love again” part. You don’t know why that phrase echoed around your head.

“I’ve got to tell it all. Sugar, I thought in the back of my head that if you knew Bucky was hurt, that you’d go back to him.”

You closed your eyes, not wanting to sympathize with this grown ass man who lied to you so hard about someone you both loved, but you understood.

“So I lied, partly because he asked me to. But mostly because I was trying to keep you to myself.”

You sagged against the wall, still touching him, fingers grazing the mark that he’d made on his body for you. Steve followed you, not wanting the contact to end, and stood before you in the narrow hallway, naked except for a towel. He was closer than you’d allowed him to be in a while.

Finally, you looked up at him.

“You’re right, It is simple. I just wanted honesty. I wouldn’t have abandoned you for Bucky, Steve.”

Steve moved impossibly closer as his eyes flicked down your body. You remembered he had it memorized. Your chemistry was amazing. Not just the formula tattooed on his skin, but the draw of you to him, and him to you. You weren’t over that.

But you wanted to be.

One of Steve’s hands was on his towel, and the other was above your head. You were looking up at him and he down at you, and it was the perfect moment to kiss. But he didn’t make another move. You looked down and noticed that his towel had changed shape.

“Sugar…”

You looked him in the eyes again. It was all up to you.Your breathing was erratic and your panties were damp. Reaching up, you put your hands up on his pecs again. 

This time to push him back. 

“I think we need some rest.”

Steve backed up, toward his bedroom.

“Right. We need…”

Your need was mighty. But you weren’t giving in. You took a deep breath.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Night, Sugar.”

—-

You breathed a sigh of relief at your narrow escape and went in the kitchen to drink water and cool down. You mindlessly scrolled your phone for a few minutes and decided that you were calm enough to go to sleep. You glanced at Steve’s door as you opened yours, and you just had to stop.

His door was cracked just enough so you could see Steve sprawled on his bed, towel still on, still tented, and he was scrolling on his phone. He looked delicious, from the tattoo on his pec to his tiny tan nipples to his amazing abs and the trail of hair pointing to the large cock that you had memorized, and which was standing at attention under his towel. 

He looked good enough to eat. And you had plenty of times. But those days were over.

You bit your lip as he rubbed his erection over the towel, and moved closer as he groaned a little bit.

Was he looking at porn?

You totally understood his frustration after what happened, and he was in the privacy of his own room, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. You felt guilty but you continued to watch him touch himself. 

And as you wanted to touch yourself.

You stared at his open door as suddenly, the towel came off, and he was naked, and stunningly aroused, his face pure lust.

Steve Roger’s cock was gorgeous. 

Your memories were nothing like the reality of him, thick and curved against his abs. He gripped the shaft, stroking it. Your hands found one of your nipples in the now-dark hallway, imagining kneeling for him.

You dreamed of his cock in your mouth and could practically feel yourself swirling tongue over his head and worshiping him as he told you what to do. The sensation him deep in your throat and letting him use it took over you.

You pinched your nipple tighter as he casually jerked himself off. You felt dirty, thinking how he’d feel knowing that you were watching him like this. 

Would he be mad?

Or…

Stifling a whimper, you slid a hand into your shorts, smearing your wetness over your clit to trace fast, tight circles there. You hadn’t had anyone but electronic lovers and plastic since you broke up with Steve. And here he was, giving you a show. 

You needed to see it. You wanted to see Steve cum, erupt, spill over his large, veiny hand, cream all over those abs. You moaned slightly as you imagined sucking it off those places.

His hand blurred on his shaft. Your clit hardened as you remembered his thick dick penetrating you, him fucking you well, calling you beautiful…

“Christ, Sugar, make me so hard. Take me so well. Cum with me Sweetheart…”

You were almost there and suddenly, Steve stopped. He got up, let go of his dick, walked to the light switch, give yon a look, and then plunged the room into darkness. 

Then he closed the door.

You practically jumped into your room, pacing, shocked and excited, thoughts in a jumble.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your shorts.

It was a text from Steve.

“If you want more, just open my door. It’s unlocked. You can have anything you want. I want you. What do you want, Sugar?”

You are propelled into the hallway, to his door, hesitating only a moment. You’re just going to talk to him. Apologize. Tell him you would never do it again. 

You were in his room now and the Tokyo moon cast shadows over his sleek torso. He was covered by the comforter, but you knew he was still hard.

“I always loved you in just tank tops. Those nipples are just begging to be sucked.” 

His deep baritone made you launch yourself toward him. Steve caught you in his arms, both of you bouncing on the bed from the impact.

“What it’s gonna be, Sugar? What do you want?”

You are taking his hands and molding them to your breasts, throwing the covers off and straddling his thighs. You pulled your shorts and panties to the side so you could feel the slide and ridge of his cock catch on your clit as you slipped over him.

It felt electric.

“I want you Steve. Fuck it all. I want you.”

You’ve lost your mind. You’re creaming on his dick as his big, strong arms held you steady and you humped him like a mad woman. 

“Fuck, it’s been so fucking difficult being hard as a rock all day working next to you in the lab, you ignoring me, and then not being able to get it up for anyone else…”

You were irrationally angry.

“Mine.”

You grabbed Steve’s cock and moved your thighs, lifting up and pushing his fat head into your cunt. You glared at him as you slowly sunk down on him, his thick shaft slowly opening you up.

It hurt so good. 

Your head lolled back on your neck as Steve pulled your tank top down and started brutally sucking your nipples. 

“Fuck yeah, it’s yours. Fit me like a fucking glove.”

Steve held you down for a few seconds as he pushed up into you as if he was going to lock on on his cock, then he lifted you up by your waist and started pounding you from beneath.

He stared up at you in the moonlight and you could feel his cock jump inside you.

“Didn’t matter what I did, who it was. Couldn’t fuck anyone else. Had to come home and pull up pictures of you.”

Steve was moving you now, just like a fleshlight, thumb at your clit.

“I’m about to fucking bust, and you better fucking cum around my cock before I do. Been too godamn long, Sugar.”

You moaned erotically at the thought of Steve impotent with everyone else but you.

He groaned in response and squeezed your nipple brutally. You quaked with your orgasm and Steve erupted mid pump, his spend spurting out as he moved in and out of you. 

“Fuuuuu-uuuck!” 

You collapsed backward on the bed as Steve continued to pump, impossibly still hard even after he came. You reached down into the copious wetness and circled your clit, wanting to prolong the sensation, and Steve groaned/laughed as you convulsed around him again.

You were a tangle of limbs, fluid, sweat and wet cloth as you came down.

Steve pulled you up, you got out of his bed and walked back to your bedroom, turning on the shower.

As you climbed into your bed, Steve was already there, re-showered himself. You fell asleep in Asakusa, Tokyo, Japan, tracing his tattoo, and wondering if it really was that  simple, Sugar.

——

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[unknownperson246]

a/n: can write a story where Nikki sixx aka current day Nikki is a college teacher the reader is of course is probably 20 or something

She has a crush on and Nikki knows it

So it starts with small things like when everybody leaves the class

Nikki sits reader on the desk to finger and eat her out and she gives him a bj

The only pleasure each other this way until

They can sneak in her dorm room at night

For banging finally when night comes she lets Nikki inside her room

They are so horny for each other she asked him to cum inside her he does he tells her to lay there keep his loud inside of her he scoops a little bit up and tells her lick it clean

So that's a long request and if your comfortable writing it

Hope you enjoy it ❤️. Sorry it’s kinda late

Dorm Room:

words: 959

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *fingering* *oral sex* *f receiving* *m receiving* *slight breeding kink* *cum play* *cussing* *Nikki is a professor* *reader is a college student*

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:*

Nikki is your college teacher and he loves paying attention to you. Because of his attention, you have a crush on him because no one gives you any attention anywhere and sometimes you're desperate for it. You feel lonely and Nikki knows that. One day in class you are writing “Mrs.Sixx” in your journal like a high school student. Nikki walks past you and gets a glimpse of all the filthy things you write about him. You write things like “I want Mr.Sixx to fuck a baby into me.” Nikki walked by you and said nothing after seeing what you wrote about him. He now knows you have a crush on him. Nikki thought he could take advantage of you liking him. After class, you try to walk out of the class after giving a small wave to Nikki saying goodbye. He held your arm. Goosebumps went up your arm. 

“Yes, Mr.Sixx?” You asked innocently.

“I need you to help me with something,” He said.

He pulled you over to his desk. He sat down on his rolling chair. You were excited.

“What would that be Mr.Sixx?” You asked him.

He rubbed his erect cock through his pants. “Mmm,” He said in satisfaction. 

“Give me a blow job” He was straightforward to you.

You were caught off guard. All your dreams and fantasies were coming true. You didn't hesitate or waste one more second. You got on your knees. Your hands used his knees for support. He got up to unbuckle his belt. You watched him. His cock sprung out. He sat back down on his black rolling chair and let your mouth approach his cock that was in dire need of your mouth's attention. You took his big hard dick inside of your mouth. Your lips were in an O position. Your mouth was gliding on his cock. You slowly started swirling your tongue on his tip. You moved back and forth finally pleasuring Nikki. “Fuck” He grunted holding on to the sides of his chair. You watched his lips part. You heard small grunts and moans escape his wet and parted lips. You watched his head melt into the chair. His body relaxed and leaned on the backrest of his chair. His face was in relief after you felt his hot jets come coat the sides of your mouth. You felt some of his orgasm leak from your mouth. You swallowed it all. Once you swallowed it you said your first words to him after the blowjob.

“Nikki my turn!. Eat me out and finger me. Make me beg for it!” You whine.

“Get on my desk,” He says, helping you up to his wooden table.

You follow his directions. He slips his long hard fingers inside of you. You felt your tight walls grasp his finger. “Mmm so tight,” He said, smirking at you.

“I'd love to have my penis inside of you.” He said looking at you for your reaction.

“Come to my dorm tomorrow night. All my roommates will be gone” You say moaning while he continues to stick more of his fingers inside of you. 

If he didnt stop soon his whole hand would be inside of you. He finally pulled out his 4 fingers. His fingers were glistening with your slick. You were surprised that his fingers even fit inside of you. You were curious as to how his cock would fit inside of your tight walls.

“Now give me head!” You whined.   You laid down on his desk exposing your needy pussy. You were so wet that his tongue could slip off while sucking you. Nikki brought his mouth closer. His tongue stroked your vulva twice. You felt his tongue go inside of you slightly. He started to suck you. You could feel his mouth going over your wet folds. You could feel his breath on you. You felt his hands on your hips. 

“Fuck Nikki” You cry trying to hold the edges of his desk. Instead, your hands made their way to his head. “Nikki” You sigh.

You squirted all over the place. You ruined all his paperwork. All the graded work of his students was ruined. He said he would tell them their grades and that it was okay. You felt so guilty that you gave him spare keys to your dorm room whenever he wanted to visit. The next night you hear a knock on the door. You open it and it's Nikki.

“Hi Nikki, come in,” You say.

Nikki picks you up. Your arms and legs wrap around him. You both make out hard. He flops you onto the bed. He gets on top of you. He rips his pants off and discards them on the ground. He takes your skirt off and gets in a missionary position with you. He is on top of you. You feel his cock gliding inside of you easily. He starts pounding your tight hole.

“Your so fucking hot” You moan feeling his length inside of you.

“I know” He grunts as he keeps pounding your tight walls.

“Come inside of me Nikki” You beg him.

His hips make contact with yours over and over again. He feels his orgasm arriving. You hold his hands tight as he throws his head back and his legs shake. You feel his load shoot up inside of you. Nikki pulls out and he gets in bed with you.

“Keep my seed inside of your womb,” He said, watching you lay down. He scoops some of the come up with his fingers.

“Lick this clean,” He says watching you get up. 

You suck and lick them clean. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” You say watching him going for another round.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Rockwell XFV-12A

Rockwell XFV-12A

by Alex Stoll

Around 1970 the Navy could not see how it was going to be able to replace its old Essex and Midway carriers with Nimitz-class supercarriers. Admiral Elmo Zumwalt directed a study of alternatives which resulted in the Sea Control Ship (SCS), a mini-carrier equipped with V/STOL fighters and ASW aircraft. The USN invited manufactures to propose demonstration programs for a new aircraft, called the V/STOL Fighter Technology Prototype, to replace the outdated Harrier and serve on the SCS or other ships much smaller than conventional carriers: BAe and MD proposed an improved Harrier and a supersonic Harrier with a PCB (Plenum-Chamber Burning) engine; Boeing and Northrop proposed jet-powered tail-sitters; Lockheed-California proposed a propeller-driven tail-sitter; and Rockwell proposed a canard-delta aircraft powered by a large and enormously powerful engine that used the ejector-lift system for V/STOL. The Navy awarded the contract to Rockwell in 1972, instead of choosing designs based on proved technology, and the XFV-12A designation (twelth in the V series, not in the F series; the F-12 was the interceptor verison of the Blackbird) was allotted. Even though the forward fuselage and landing gear of the A-4 and the wing box, air intakes, and fuel tanks of the F-4 were used to speed the program up, it still ran far behind schedule. The prototype was rolled out in December 1976 and the first flight was scheduled for 1979.

Engine Configuration For takeoff and landing, the entire engine was ducted to hollow-section "ejector flaps" (also called augmentor flaps) out along the wings and the canard by pilot command via a diverter valve box. The high-energy hot gas forced fresh air from above through the ejector flaps at a ratio of 7.5:1 to boost thrust by 70 percent. The ejector flaps could be raised or lowered to provide a smooth transition from vertical to horizontal flight or vice versa. After the XFV-12A's cancellation, de Havilland Canada designed an aircraft with ejectors build into the roots of a delta wing. GD incorporated their concept into the E-7, a F-16-based delta-winged STOVL aircraft. DHC built a large powered model and tested it in 1987. The EL system was large and control was difficult as a result of the large air mass moving through the wing root during transition, and nothing came of it (though not because the EL couldn't produce enough thrust as in the XFV-12A's case) despite the attractive low exhaust velocity.

Cancellation Rockwell and Pratt & Whitney experienced several major technical problems, and the thrust boost from the ejector flap system was never as large in the full-scale aircraft as predicted from data collected by test rigs and sub-scale models; the XFV-12A could not leave the ground. Eventually funding dried up, the SCS was canceled, and the program proved a disappointment; however, in most future ASTOVL programs, large-scale powered models were used because of the experience gained in the XFV-12A program.

[scramblecat]

Because I'm so Normal about characters, I typed out a nearly 3k word long essay/observation on how Handler's opinion on Agent Phoenix changes over the course of all three games. It's basically just reiteration of parts of the games I found relevant, and is by no means coherent, but it was fun to write so I thought I'd post it anyway!

Big huge spoilers for all three games under the cut!

So, let's start with some background, shall we?

In the Agency (more specifically, the EOD) agents are very disposable. They die all the damn time-- we know this not only from various comments from multiple characters throughout the game, but also from the board in the debrief room to Phoenix's right-- which shows a list of agents, from which agents are constantly being shuffled out of.

And that's the whole point of the game's name-- Phoenix, being an agent, is expected to die, because there's so many little things that can go wrong. They're expected to die by not only Zoraxis operatives, but Agency personnel as well.

So it's only natural that Handler has a certain nonchalance towards agents dying. He knows how often they do die, and he's used to it. So he knows not to get attached. Hell, he doesn't even have enough time to get attached, the agents are gone so soon.

I Expect You To Die

Agent Phoenix is a brand-new agent, assigned to the Handler we know and love. And, exactly like all the other agents, he expects them to die. Maybe not immediately, but he knows they're going to die nonetheless. And he's very casual about it.

That's exactly why he seems so unbothered at the end of Operation Deep Dive, because as soon as they got into that escape pod and communications were lost, he just went ah. Whoops, another agent down. Too bad. And that's all there really was to it.

If anything, though, he's impressed with them, even if he doesn't show it. He commented on how many people die in those escape pods all the time, and from the state of the escape pod itself, it's easy to infer that it was a struggle. So perhaps he gains a little more respect for them, and starts taking them a little more seriously after that.

As he watches them perform more and more, his opinion continues to change. No matter how unconventional their methods are sometimes, Phoenix is a damn good Agent, and they pull through again and again and again. In First Class, he's actually starting to enjoy working with them. Based on his 'third favorite agent' comment before First Class, I'd imagine to start out he had multiple agents, but by the time the Death Engine rolls around, maybe he's down to only Phoenix. That, or around the start of IEYTD2, he makes the decision to take Phoenix on as his own agent, to make sure they can continue being an agent in the EOD even after they're supposed to have 'died'.

He's not exactly at the level of attachment yet, but… Even through the chaos of the Death Engine destroying the building next door to the EOD HQ, he's worried. You can hear it in his voice post-mission, when he lets Phoenix know that he and a few Agency personnel are closing in on the crash site of the Death Engine. At this point, he wouldn't be devastated if Phoenix died, but he'd probably be a little saddened and disappointed by it.

And then comes IEYTD2.

Spy and the Liar

In Jet Set, once Phoenix takes down the signal jammer, Handler comes back online, and he sounds a bit frantic as he tries to get a hold of Phoenix again. Usually, he's rather lighthearted during missions, but he puts on a no-nonsense demeanor while he's helping Phoenix re-route the plane. He's worried for them. He also praises them when they do things right, and tells them to chin up, and assures them that they're almost through this. Which is not something he's done before. Not only does he care about their safety, he also cares about their wellbeing, and he's determined to keep both intact. In IEYTD2, he's not only there with Phoenix as another presence, he is also there as moral support, and he leans into that job very much.

When he sees the missile, he becomes more urgent.

For the first time, he's scared for them.

In Eaves Drop, Handler goes with Phoenix-- albeit, not all the way into Fabricator's workshop, but he goes with them nonetheless. I don't know about anyone else, but it surprised me, at least.

Handler is comfortable enough with their skills to know that they're worth going with. They're valued highly by not only him, but the Agency, too-- they've been an outstanding agent, and are very quickly making their way up the ranks mission after mission after the Death Engine, and they are all but considered the best of the best. They're a really fucking good agent. So the Agency knows that they're worth investing in.

In Party Crasher, Handler comments on Phoenix's eye injury. While they've obviously dealt with worse before, he's still fussing over them a little bit.

And it's just little things like this. In IEYTD2 he's so much more invested in Phoenix's work and wellbeing, and it shows. He's getting really attached, and he's not supposed to, but he very much is.

One thing I want to mention before we get to the painfully obvious, though, is the end of Safe and Sound.

Do you remember when I said agents die all the time? That the Agency, and Handler, are both so nonchalant about agents going missing and dying?

Handler says he's been trying to get a hold of Phoenix for hours.

He's personally gone out to search for them. On his own.

If Phoenix was any other agent, he's supposed to let them die. He would not put hours of effort in tracking and searching to try and recover them-- especially not by himself. I have no doubts this choice of action was frowned upon at the Agency, but he was desperate. He needed them to come back alive. Phoenix is the best of the best, so that need was warranted.

And that brings us to the moment you've probably been waiting for me to mention.

Rising Phoenix.

Now, to start, his debrief. 'If anyone can do it, it's you, Agent.' And then he chuckles to himself, '…Agent Phoenix.'

He sounds amused by the name, but also very fond of it.

You know how people who are fostering like. cats and stuff don't give them names because they'll end up getting attached?

That's the final damning piece. He cares so much about Agent Phoenix-- they already weren't 'some random agent' to him after the Death Engine, but now, they're Agent Phoenix. Agent Phoenix, a completely unique person in their own right. He cares about them as both an agent and a person. And he doesn't do a very good job of hiding it.

Throughout the entirety of Rising Phoenix, Handler is at Phoenix's side, helping them along, giving moral support, telling them that it's going to be okay. He's fearing for them just as much as (or even more than, depending on your interpretation) they're fearing for themself.

When Zor is threatening Phoenix, Handler gently tells them to focus, and assures them that they can do this. He tells them to ignore them, stays by their side, reassures them and keeps them calm.

He sounds like he knows what needs to happen when he tells Phoenix they'll fall to their death, but he says it anyway. Maybe there's another way. He can't lose them now. But he knows he's about to.

And then they fall.

And Handler, who's gotten far too attached to this agent that wasn't supposed to live, cries out, yells their name as the elevator plunges.

And Phoenix dies, right before his eyes.

In Handler's report (his final report, that is, about the Juniper incident), he sounds… different. Handler stumbles on Phoenix's name the first time he says it-- his breath catches mid-word, as if he's trying to hold it together I'm not sure how intentional this was but it's THERE and i lose it EVERY TIME i listen to it and he has to pause for a second after saying it, every time he says it. He sounds like he's trying to hold it together throughout the whole report, and just barely succeeding. I personally like to imagine that this report had multiple takes where he just could not keep it together and had to restart, and that thought kills me dead to have but it's a thought.

Handler thinks Agent Phoenix-- or, in the words of Roxana Prism, his Agent-- is gone. He thinks he watched them die. And he got so attached to them that he's horrendously devastated by the loss.

Cog in the Machine (Tutorial)

So, in the beginning of CITM, the tutorial opens, for the first time in any of the games, without Handler in it. We're greeted instead by a new space, by darkness, and a note on the desk.

It says that this place has been evacuated due to the demolition of the Zoraxis base (nearby this new place), and it mentions Phoenix by name.

It's also addressed as, 'to the next Agent'.

So, we can infer a few things from here, one of which gets confirmed later in the game.

A new Agent was (or is going to be) assigned to this location.

Agent Phoenix is now famous within (and outside of) the Agency. (This is also confirmed on the newspaper on the desk, which cites them as 'one particularly skilled agent')

It's unclear how long it's been since Rising Phoenix or at least I don't know but clearly, it's been plenty of time for word to spread on what happened.

Now, bear with me here while I spout some non-canon information, but this means Handler has likely been hearing about Phoenix's death nonstop since it happened. And knowing how distraught he was over it, it can't have been good for him to be continuously reminded of it. So, this whole time, not only does he think they're dead and he watched them die (and maybe could've done something about it had he acted quicker), but word about it is everywhere.

So, turning back around to my aforementioned idea that by IEYTD2, Phoenix is his only agent, Phoenix submitting their earpiece and identification reconnects them with Reginald and Reginald alone.

When we hear him for the first time in IEYTD3, Handler sounds far different than usual-- he snaps at the person on the other end, as if he's enraged by simply being called. And knowing that he's usually rather lighthearted in demeanor, this in itself is alarming. He's not doing well if he reacts like that.

And then he recognizes who's on the other end.

His demeanor changes immediately. The disbelief and then the giddy joy in his words are also at a level that we've never heard from him before. He laughs-- a full laugh-- and the complete turnaround of his mood is staggering. From this reaction alone, it goes without saying how much he'd truly grown to care for Phoenix before their 'death'. however i am going to continue with saying because the tutorial fucked me up and i cannot emphasize it enough /silly

After finding out that Phoenix is alive, Handler goes right back to himself again, cracking a joke about how he couldn't get rid of Phoenix if he wanted to-- which he could've continued with the same tone of the joke, but an overwhelming amount of sincerity and relief and the winding down of exhilaration replaces it instead as he tells them he doesn't want that.

Throughout the rest of the tutorial, he's extremely enthusiastic, and he fusses over Phoenix ('Speaking of explosion, are… you alright?') and he makes his happiness and relief very clear through reminiscing ('Here! I'll walk you through the rest of it. [pause] ���Hah. Just like old times.') ('Haha! That's the Agent Phoenix I remember!').

At one point, he even gets audibly a bit choked up ('Well, I daresay you and I are back on the job! …I… Never thought I'd be saying that again… after we lost you…')

After that, he admits that when he said 'final report' at the end of IEYTD2, he meant he genuinely was planning to leave the Agency. Phoenix's death affected him so much that he was ready to quit his job entirely-- he didn't think it was worth it anymore without them. But at Phoenix's return, he's ready to continue in a heartbeat.

By the end of Rising Phoenix, while it's not readily apparent to both Phoenix and Handler himself, Handler is long past the point of 'getting attached' in the way of 'i like this agent specifically'. After the fact, hearing him both in the briefing he gave and here at Phoenix's return, it's clear that Phoenix means so much more to him than that. Phoenix is his purpose and his reason.

Cog in the Machine

So, in CITM, Handler is overall back to his old self, as full of quips as always. The way he presents himself to Phoenix is very different than the previous two games. He doesn't even try and tone down his friendliness towards them-- he and Phoenix are companions, and there's nothing to stop that fact. To hell with the 'don't get attached' thing, they've been through hell and back together, they're allowed to be close with one another (in any interpretation of the phrase!)

But above all that, throughout the entirety of the game, Handler worries over Phoenix. That worry ranges from simple fussing to genuine, actual panic. I'm mentally ill about this game and character analysis in general so I'm going to cover it case by case.

The first notable instance is in Not A Drill, when the destabilized Kinesium explodes, and Phoenix briefly passes out. Handler is frantically trying to get ahold of them when they return to consciousness, and he is very much pushing to get them out of there fast. He even admits to worrying about them at the end-- while not directly, it's still worry. And in the debrief, he's still super concerned about the kinesium explosion interacting with Phoenix's implant, and alludes to fearing for their life because of it.

In Blind Spot, he checks in on Phoenix if they hit their head on the ceiling after activating the ejector seat, and there's a bunch of little moments like this scattered throughout the game. He cares a lot more if they hurt themself in general, but…

Hot Water.

Operation: Hot Water is the prime example of what I've been talking about in this section.

During the briefing, Handler mentions that another agent experienced a blackout similar to Phoenix's in this same area, and Phoenix is to go investigate it. This already sets the groundwork for him to be concerned about this mission, but as we know… well. Everything goes to shit.

Handler begins to sound nervous as soon as the lab rumbles. He blames it on the wind, and then it happens again, and then Zor's giant squid shows up.

And Handler begins to panic.

When I say panic, I mean panic. He's stuttering, he's audibly having trouble breathing, he's raising his voice.

I'll admit, the first time around, I thought I was just reading too much into his lines-- and then when he commented on it, I thought it was simply going to be played for laughs.

But no.

When the squid comes back, Handler shoots right back into that panic. I'll also admit that at first, I thought he was just scared of the squid, and then he yells that he's getting a wetsuit on. That he's coming to save Phoenix.

Handler, in the entirety of IEYTD3, is terrified for Phoenix's life.

He lost them once. He thought they died. He thought he watched them die. Maybe he thought he could do something.

And he knows that he can't bear to live with that. He now knows how much they mean to him. How badly it hurts when they're gone.

He can't lose them again.

And he'd do anything to keep them alive, if he can. He'd jump into the ocean by himself to seriously risk his life to save theirs. He almost did do that.

Just to make sure they're safe.

Phoenix, over the course of the past three games, has defied Agency expectation in terms of dying. Handler, over the past three games, has defied Agency expectation in terms of caring.

In the first game, he was dismissive about the idea of Phoenix dying. In the third, he's ready to sacrifice anything to save them.

Many expect Phoenix to die. Handler needs them to live.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

To Be A Celebrity And To Be Applauded For Saying the DUMBEST Things.... by u/Zestyclose-Level1871

To Be A Celebrity And To Be Applauded For Saying the DUMBEST Things.... "It's funny the pedestals we put undeserving people on. Simply because they're rich and famous...."Well said. Lost Beyond Pluto nails Walmart Wallis in a nutshell yet again......http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1fsQSI6HHgThat being said, Walmart Wallis' biggest personality flaw is the ongoing war between her mental and corporeal forms of existence.Her 20 something brain has entered the final stage of losing the chronological war with her 40 something body. Her 20 something brain has continuously deluded her self perception as an organic ingénue. Her 40 something body has continuously reminded her of her failed 40x40 bday expose. Which involuntarily set Wallis on her journey towards a midlife crisis and inevitable geriatric club membership by 50 something.The fact she spent her entire life sacrificing her soul to the Fame Monster at the altar of Hollywood A list celebrity. Yet has no professional achievements of note to date. That would validate why the public should fulfill her insatiable narcissistic craving for social recognition and acceptance on a global scale. And so unsurprisingly, has received no celebrity recognition or redemption from the very Hollywood society elites she continues to worship to date. That is the biggest tragedy.This inconvenient war of reality is one her 20 something brain is increasingly losing. As the latest PR fallout over her Nigerian tour has clearly indicated.Despite growing up middle class, Wallis remains completely disconnected from the realities the average person faces today. Especially when she fails at practicing Plain Folk appeal propaganda through her narcissistic lens with gibberish like "I do see ME in you and YOU see ME in YOU".Her ongoing disconnect white knight championing an eco friendly green world. While polluting the planet with her massive jet set carbon footprint. All while lacking any genuine empathy for the daily struggles of the average person living from paycheck to paycheck. And in the case of 90%+ Nigerians (her new national family), this is literally living from mealtime to mealtime. This hypocrisy could've been forgiven. If only she hadn't lacked the foresight to bring all the jam samples she didn't send out to influencers. A couple jars of jam would've gone a fair way in helping out a Nigerian school pantry or two.All of her vacuous platitudes and superficial word salad to date, is a painful indicator of this complete lack of self awareness. And the widening breach between the reality of her 40 something body v. the fantasy of her 20 something brain.... post link: https://ift.tt/rphmMHi author: Zestyclose-Level1871 submitted: June 03, 2024 at 03:37PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[bowdre]

Band of Brothers OC

i. Basics

•Name•

Vera Eve Rutherford

•Nickname•

Sunshine

•Age•

In 1942> 20

•Birthday•

September 8th, 1922

•Gender•

Female

•Sexuality•

Straight

•Zodiac•

Virgo

•Height•

5'5"

•Occupation•

Airborne Paratrooper

ii.Relationship Status

Married in 1946 to Don Malarkey.

From the moment Don laid eyes on Vera at Toccoa, he knew he wanted to get to know her better. He was extremely nervous to talk to her for nearly six months, part of him was intimidated by her presence. As time went on, and Don noticed her friendships with Gaurnere and Nixon blossom, he slowly grew jealous. He too wanted her attention. With persuasive convincing from the rest of Easy Company, and endless teasing from Bill and Skip, Don finally grew the courage to engage in conversation with Vera. If she was being honest, for weeks she had been waiting for the man to come up and talk to her. The two practically become inseparable after that day.

iii. Appearance

•Hair colour•

Jet black

•Hair length•

Mid back

•Eye colour•

Forest green

•Skin tone•

White

iv. Personality

•Good traits•

Loyal, honest, confident, generous, ambitious, resilient, humorous

•Bad traits•

Lack of self control, cocky

•Strengths•

Bravery, charismatic, charming

•Weaknesses•

Reckless, stubborn, blunt

•Like•

Poker, salted peanuts, whiskey

•Dislikes•

Hospitals, laziness

•Habits•

Constantly muttering to herself

•Talents/skills•

Leadership, teamwork, making quick decisions

v. Relationships

•Mother•

Maisie Rutherford

•Father•

James Rutherford

•Siblings•

Watson (1920) and Ryker (1926) Rutherford

•Lover(s)•

Don Malarkey

•Friends•

Ronald Speirs, Eugene 'Doc' Roe, Albert Blithe, Dick Winters, Lynn 'Buck' Compton, Joseph Toye, David Webster, Joseph Liebgott, George Luz, Frank Perconte, Harry Welsh, Daryl 'Shifty' Powers, Warren 'Skip' Muck, Charles 'Chuck' Grant, Edward 'Babe' Heffron, Donald Hoobler, Floyd Talbert, Alex Penkala

•Close friends•

Carwood Lipton, Lewis Nixon, Denver 'Bull' Randleman

•Best friend•

William 'Wild Bill' Gaurnere

vi. Backstory

Vera was the golden child growing up, the one who was going to amount to the most within the family, despite the expectations of women during her time. Throughout her childhood, her parents conditioned her to be the best at everything she does. As the only Rutherford daughter, granddaughter and niece, she was expected to achieve great things with her life. Her parents went to great lengths to make this happen, including enrolling her in private school, signing her up for multiple sport teams, such as volleyball and basketball, and teaching her and her two brothers how to play piano. Vera excelled at everything she put her mind to, the only thing she failed at was mathematics. This only made her work harder, with the mindset of having to prove herself and her worth. As she grew older, this mentality grew into large scale problems. Anxiety, depression. She blamed her parents for this.

Vera kept herself busy during all hours of the day.  Family, sports, Toccoa. It wasn't until the late hours of night that she found herself any time to relax. This is when she would endugle herself in a good book, keeping her eyes on the pages until she fell asleep. Vera thinks very highly of herself, almost too highly. She was often referred to as egotistical by her peers in school and at Toccoa during her paratrooper training, though the term never bothered her. To Vera, if she's going to do something, she's going to be the very best at it.

•Military Rank•

Sergeant First Class (Technical Sergeant)

•Medals•

Silver Star + Purple Heart

[cru5h-cascades]

So Team Past won grandfest. Now what?

As we all know, Team Past won S3's finalfest and we all know what that means: the winning team will influence the next game in some way.

I've seen people get kinda disappointed by the fact past won but tbh I'm fine with them winning and I was on Team Future btw. The entire time I was kinda cheering on Team Past from while on Team Future. I just really wanted something different for the next game since I feel like if Team Present won maybe there won't be much of a change in the next game.

So... what do I think the next game is gonna look like? Well, since S3 was the end of the inkling v octoling arc so I really doubt we're getting Great Turf War stuff. I don't know what the story mode will look like but I do have a decent idea of how the game might look aesthetic wise (or at least this is what I hope the aesthetic is gonna be like). I see the next Splatoon game taking on a 2000s aesthetic.

We get some 2000s fashion, the music might take on 2000s pop, rock, and rap (or maybe something similar to the stuff in Jet Set Radio), and the idols I hope will be some sort of rock band (it's about damn time we get a rock band as the idols for a Splatoon game) (what I'd do for an MCR/the Killers inspired idol group; I mean come on TK has some major Splatoon idol group energy just watch the music vid for Somebody Told Me and then watch the Squid Sisters intro video you'll see what I mean).

But what about the 2 new weapon classes? Already on it!

Yo-yos! Basically they kinda work like splatanas but different! You can tap ZR to release the yoyo and the heavier bit of the yoyo will spin around for a bit before retracting. If you aren't immediately hit by the yoyo (this would be an insta kill), the ink that comes from the spinning heavy bit can still give you damage and if you're in the way of the heavy bit while retracting you'll also take damage. The standard version of the weapon is a yoyo, a heavy version would be a beyblade looking thing (it doesn't deal damage while retracting, takes longer to charge, and the spin goes on for a little bit longer), and a light version would be one of those sticky hands (no spin and retracts quickly; still does damage when retracting)

Roller blades! The roller blades could be things you can strap onto your character's footwear so you can still see your kicks. By default, while you skate you'll leave an inky trail sort of like an ink brush. However if you tap ZR, you can do a trick that will release more ink. Holding ZR will allow you to charge at enemies and spread ink. Not too sure what the variants would be.

And that's what I think/hope the next Splatoon will look like. I don't have much else to say about this but I really hope we get something neat for the next game!

[usafphantom2]

Wreckage of the U.S. Marine Corps F-35B jet is found in South Carolina

Service decreed temporary suspension of flights.

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 09/18/2023 - 23:26 in Aeronautical Accidents, Military

U.S. authorities found on Monday a wreckage field of the U.S. Marine Corps (USMC) F-35B poacher that crashed in South Carolina after the pilot safely ejected.

The wreckage field was located in rural Williamsburg County, according to the Charleston Marine Corps Joint Base. The field is about two hours northeast of the base, and residents were asked to avoid the area while the recovery team worked to protect it.

Authorities have been looking for the jet since the pilot, whose name was not disclosed, parachuted safely in a neighborhood of North Charleston around 2 p.m. on Sunday (09/17). He was taken to a hospital, where he was in stable condition, said USMC major Melanie Salinas.

The Marine Corps announced on Monday that it would stop operations for two days after the fall of the fighter - the third expensive accident in recent weeks.

General Eric Smith, interim commander of the Marine Corps, ordered the suspension while authorities were searching near two South Carolina lakes for the missing F-35B Lightning II aircraft.

It is the third event documented as a "Class A accident" in the last six weeks, according to an announcement by the Marine Corps. Such incidents occur when the damage reaches $2.5 million or more, a Department of Defense aircraft is destroyed or someone dies or is permanently incapacitated.

The commanders will pass the suspension reinforcing safe flight policies, practices and procedures with their marines, according to Monday's statement.

141029-M-RH401-078

The announcement did not give details about the two previous incidents. But in August, three U.S. Marines died in the crash of a V-22B Osprey tiltrotora aircraft during a training exercise in Australia, and a U.S. Marine Corps pilot died when his F/A-18D fighter jet crashed near a San Diego base during a training flight.

Based on the location and trajectory of the missing plane, the search focused on Lake Moultrie and Lake Marion, said Senior Sergeant Heather Stanton at Charleston Joint Base. Both lakes are north of North Charleston.

Additional aircraft are researching northwest of the lakes, including a Cessna 182 with the Civil Air Patrol and a King Air 200 from the Department of Defense.

A helicopter from the South Carolina Law Enforcement Division joined the search after bad weather improved in the area, Stanton said. Military officers appealed in online posts on Sunday for any help from the public in locating the aircraft.

The pilot of a second F-35 returned safely to the Charleston Joint Base, Salinas said.

The planes and pilots were part of the Marine Attack Fighter Training Squadron 501 with the 2nd Marine Aircraft Wing based in Beaufort, near the coast of South Carolina.

Source: The Associated Press

Tags: Aeronautical AccidentsMilitary AviationLockheed Martin F-35B Lightning IIUSMC - United States Marine Corps/U.S. Marine Corps

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Number 23 (Going from a hot tub/sauna into snow/cold water), Galadriel and Celeborn (romantic or pre-romance, up to you)

For the modern AU holiday prompts! Here you are, Anon: ~1100 words of Galadriel meeting a cute boy at her 19th birthday party. (I received this same prompt for another couple, so there will be a part 2 of this with more actual snow jumping😉). Warnings for several f-bombs, some other swear words, and a millennial writing Gen Z. Sorry, besties.

Knotting her plush white robe loosely around her waist, Galadriel led the parade of her girlfriends onto the flagstones of Nevrast Nordic Spa.

Her friends chattered behind her.

“Yo, this place fucks.”

“For real.”

“Ahhh! Gal, it’s snowing!”

“Ugh, this is so boujee. I can’t believe I’m here.”

“Hey, sis,” Galadriel whirled on the last speaker. “No bad vibes, remember?” The other girls laughed. “Yeah, my rules, cause it’s my b-day, bitches!” She threw her arms out in a V-shape and struck a pose.

Edhellos lifted the phone dangling from her hand by a gold finger-loop and snapped a photo. “Ahh queen! You look so cute!” she said, looking at it, and hurried over to Galadriel to show her. Then she gestured to the others. “Come on, come on, babes, let’s get one of all of us.”

All four of Galadriel’s best friends huddled around her while Edhellos held her phone out as far as possible for a selfie.

“Okay, okay,” Galadriel said, and they all hushed. “So the way it works is you go hot, then cold, then relax. Hot pool or sauna, then cold pool or cold shower, then chill for fifteen minutes. And we're supposed to be quiet.”

They all nodded, except Nellas, who was a little removed from the group with her arms crossed over her chest. “I think I’ll just sit and read.”

“Oh come on, Nelly!” Edhellos whined. Evranin shushed her.

“No, it’s fine, Nel,” said Galadriel, and smiled. “Join us whenever.”

*

“I can’t believe we’re all nineteen now,” Lindis said a loud whisper as they lounged in the largest of the hot pools. “We’re so old.”

“Oh, please, spare me. You have no idea what old is,” said Evranin, who was all of twenty-one.

“Hey, I’m still eighteen for two weeks!” Edhellos protested. This time, Lindis shushed her.

Galadriel examined her pruny fingertips. “I don’t know. I’m kind of excited to get older. Maybe my dumbass family will stop treating me like a baby.”

At the mention of her family, Edhellos’ eyes lit up. “Oh hey, how’s Angrod?”

“Oh my god, Los,” said Lindis, “stop thirsting for her brothers!”

“Brother,” Edhellos corrected.

“I dunno.” Galadriel shrugged. “Maybe just ask him out already.”

Edhellos sputtered. The other girls giggled.

“I think Finrod is hotter,” Evranin said casually.

“He is way too old for you!”

“Isn’t he gay?”

“What? No! Galadriel said he had a girlfriend in Valin, remember?”

“The one he dumped?”

“No, she dumped him.”

While her friends debated the relative attractiveness and past relationships of her older brothers, Galadriel sank lower, rolling her shoulder blades back and forth over a water jet. She hummed contentedly and let her eyes fall shut. She’d been all nerves the last month with final exams and papers, but she was finally able to relax.

Just that morning her grades had come in: four A+ and one A (at least she was well above class average the last one). She’d also been taken off the waitlist for a seat in The Paranormal Mind. Thank fuck.

Everyone at Ondolindë University wanted to take that course, but Galadriel needed it if she was going to have any chance of doing her honours thesis with Melian Goel. Evranin, who was President of the Psychology Student Association, said that that Dr. Goel was planning to retire soon and might not be taking new students. Oh pleasepleaseplease, Galadriel thought, please take me.

She exhaled slowly and intentionally released the tension building in her neck. This wasn’t the time for worrying.

Then her eyes flew open and she bolted upright as a surge of water splashed over her.

“What the fuck!” she shouted, swiping the backs of her hands over her eyes.

“Celeborn, you dumb shit!” a male voice cried from behind her before breaking up into laughter.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” The person who’d narrowly missed tumbling on top of her rose from the water with an expression of sheer terror. “I’m so, so sorry. Are you okay? Oh god, I’m sorry. I slipped, we were racing from the…" Catching the look on Galadriel's face, his nose crinkled sweetly. "I guess that’s a pretty dumb excuse, huh?"

“Yeah, it is.” Galadriel smirked and bit her lip. He was her type: tall, slender but well-toned, and a little timid. Which was far preferable to the blustering arrogance that most guys her age — no, scratch that: all ages — liked to use to hide their emotional incompetence.

“That’s a sick tattoo,” she said, gesturing with her chin to the elegant tree climbing its way up one bicep.

“Oh, really?” he said. “Thanks. It’s a beech. There are a lot of them where I grew up, and— never mind, doesn’t matter. Thanks. Hey, by the way," he held out a hand, “my name’s Celeborn.”

“Galadriel.” His handshake was firm, but not too firm. Long fingers, too. A little spark of excitement shot down her arm as she pulled back. “So, you were racing—?”

She was cut off by a whoop from his friend still standing on the flagstones behind them, which prompted Galadriel’s friends, who’d huddled by the small waterfall at the opposite end of the pool, to finally take notice of the interaction.

As Celeborn’s friends — the first now joined by two more — slid into the pool, Galadriel’s group drifted over like a train of ducklings lured by breadcrumbs.

“Hey, I’m Galathil,” the loud one said, “and this is Mablung, and Beleg. Celeborn here is my little brother.”

Galathil attempted to ruffle Celeborn's silver-blond hair, but it clung wetly to his head.

“Hi,” Galadriel waved coolly, then dragged her eyes from Celeborn to the empty space beside her, beckoning him to sit before someone else did.

He picked up on the cue, seating himself at a respectable distance; but to his right, Edhellos slyly shuffled over so that he too was forced to scoot closer to Galadriel.

“Yeah,” he said, in answer to her interrupted question. “We thought it would be fun to, you know, go from the sauna into the snow,” he pointed to the snow banks around the spa area, “and then from the snow to the hot tub.”

“Oh really?” Galadriel’s eyebrows shot up, and Celeborn looked sheepish. “You know you’re supposed to ‘relax’ in between the cold and going back to the hot?”

Several of Galadriel’s friends giggled.

“Huh?” said Celeborn.

“You’re supposed to go hot, cold, then relax for fifteen minutes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Galadriel smiled and smacked his arm lightly. “But the snow thing sounds fun.”

His face split into a dashingly handsome smile that dimpled his cheeks. “Yeah,” he said. “It is.”

“Hey fam,” she called to her friends. “Wanna jump in the snow?”

“What!” shrieked Lindis.

“Hell no,” said Evranin.

“Ahh so fun, yes please!” Edhellos squealed, and levered herself out of the hot tub. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Lit,” said Galathil to no one in particular, and followed her.

“Come on,” Galadriel said to Celeborn as the others squirmed and scurried out of the pool in various states of enthusiasm. “I’ll hold your hand so you don’t slip this time.”

[class-1b-bull]

What, in your opinion, is each Class 1b member's irks (like what gets on their nerves)

(I had to literally look up a word that represents someone's annoyance towards something but it's ok that's why I remain anonymous 🤫)

Sorry if this ask is a little late I was building a barbie shrine in minecraft <3

Annoying things/ things class B hates

Awase -

Walking into a room and then forgetting why you walked in there is the worst. When he walks into the main area only to start grumbling under his breath everyone already knows he forgot what he went in there for.

Sen -

Any type of minor injury that shouldn't hurt as bad as it does. Like how can he be stabbed during a sparing match and walk it off but hes almost in tears because he stubbed his toe?!

Kamakiri -

Everything annoys him. And I mean

e v e r y t h i n g. There was one time where he glared at a guy and when you asked him what was wrong he said they were 'breathing too loud.'

Kuroiro -

People that are quick to label other people based on their zodiac/blood type without actually getting to know them. Its one thing to go 'oh your a gemini thats cool' but its something else to go 'oh your a gemini? So your a two faced bitch then.'

Kendo -

People that do stupid stuff just to look cool. Like ppl who started to vape or drink or fail classes simply because its what everyone else is doing.

Kodai -

People who do nothing but talk about themselves. She wont confront them if theyre annoying her and everyone else in the room, she will just tune them out.

Komori -

She doesn't like lazy people. She can understand laying around for a day or two but how are you gonna spend your whole life eating chicken nuggets in your moms basement?

Shiozaki -

She really dislikes lies. Especially really stupid ones. She can kinda understand lieing your way out of trouble (we've all been there) but youre not Beyonces biological kid that she abandoned, stfu.

Shishida -

It annoys him how the times have changed. (In the bad ways lol) like modern architecture annoys him and he wants everyone to open doors for people like they did in the 90s (its rlly not that common anymore) (unless its just where I live idk)

Shoda -

The only thing that annoys him is people sneezing and not covering their nose with the inside of their elbow.

Pony -

Honestly nothing really annoys her. Shes the type that can vibe with pretty much anyone. If youre a villain or just mean she will hate you tho.

Tsubaraba -

He hates when he askes someone to repeat something and they just say 'Nevermind' it sucks and its an annoying waste of everyones time.

Tetsutetsu -

Those stupid reality shows that always have the dumbest people on them (toddlers and tiaras, biggest cheapskate, my strange addiction, ect.) He understands how ppl can like it but they annoy him so much.

Tokage -

People with zero self awareness. Like if you stop in the middle of the sidewalk to film a tiktok dance or something (causing multiple people to almost get hit by flailing arms) she has to hold back the urge to snap your phone.

Manga -

People that say stupid stuff like digital art isnt real art (it is) or ai art is real art (its not) or overall just stupid stuff like that.

Honenuki -

People who are out of touch with reality annoy him so much. Especially when theyre the rich out of touch type. "Wdym not everyone has a private jet?" Please stop talking.

Bondo -

People that are mean to strangers for no reason. He doesn't care if it is the worst day of your life it is no excuse to cuss out a waiter.

Monoma -

He hates when dumb people act smart. Like its okay if you just happened to be wrong about something you thought was correct but if you keep making up stuff to sound right then he hates you ngl.

Reiko -

People that shout over other people. Like please shut up and let the quiet ones speak.

Rin -

People that chew overly loud or talk with food in their mouth. He just finds it really gross and it is so easy to just swallow your food before talking.

Not proofread we die like men.

[achy-boo]

Jieun Hyun Byeol

“Ramshackle’s Insomniac Prince. A boy with a mask to hide his mouth, eyes of the forbidden and the dammed but is he..truly..himself? Or Is he manipulating to hide his true self?..”

Name: Jieun Hyun Byeol

Romaji: Byeol Hyun Jieun

Quote: “Sleep? How disgusting…Insomnia is my true friend..”

V/A: Uta(Japanese) and Kenkei Ken(English) from Tokyo Ghoul

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Unknown for now

Age: 17

Birthday: April 30th

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Eye color: Red and black

Hair Color: Jet black

Height: 6’0

Weight: 120 lbs

Race: Human? (Later reveal to be an undead Vampire at Chapter 5)

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Family: Marie Byeol(Mother; Deceased) Milo Byeol(Little brother age 8; Deceased) Grant Byeol(Father; Unknown{Assumed Dead})

School Status and Fun Fact:

Dorm: Ramshackle

School Year: 1st Year

Class: 1-A

Student Number: No.56

Occupation: None

Club: Light Music club

Best Subject: History

Favorite Color: Dark or neutral colors

Favorite Food: Almost anything really

Least Favorite Food: He..don’t like some of the French foods..

Likes: reading, being alone, hitting Ace(Bc he is an dumbass), Yuuken, insomnia, food, boba tea, fashion, rainy/cloudy days, cold days, anime, Manhwa

Dislikes: sleep, Crowley, Loud noises, Vargas, Azul, Rook, sunny days, heat, summer

Hobbies: making plushies, playing his violin, walking in rainy days with or without umbrella.

Talents: Sense auras from miles away, skills with blades, read the room

Nicknames: Ramshackle’s Insomniac Prince(Title)

Other nicknames:

@queen-of-twisted’s ocs

-Silver’s long lost twin(Minako),

- Sleepless Head(Victor)

-June(Shirohime)

@yumeko2sevilla’s ocs

Erin: "Jien-Jien!"

Tsukuyomi: "Little Sleepy."

Hitsuji: "Jie"

Yukikaze: "Byeul"

@kousaka-ayumu’s ocs

Jieun-kun(Sonomi, Yumeri, Taiyou, Mizuko, Hokori, Yuri, Geneva)

J(Kaida, Farah, and Chris)

Byeol(Alain, Raclette)

Mr. Sleepless(Bernice)

Appearance and Personality:

Appearance: Jieun had jet black hair that reach his shoulder blades. Red and black eyes with a pale skin tone. He wears the normal Ramshackle outfit with few items that reminds him of his inner child. He wears a mask to cover his face. Eye bags is a common sight to see with two different earrings on each side. In class through, Jieun wears a Victorian style outfit(all black) and he had some sort of necklace.

Personality: Emotionally detached is what people and strangers describe Jieun at first glance. He is an selective mute, respectful, intelligent and an observant person. He never talks much only if necessary and is often too aloof for people to approach him. People think that this is the true him but…is it really?

Jieun however is more dangerous as they made him out to be. Cunning, sadistic, arrogant he is. But he knows who is his enemies and who is his friends. He knows what flaw to target and trauma to use against someone. Thanks to his father, he had sadly changed. From a sweet and caring older brother and eldest son to a man that hold a dark side to him…a side not even his own deceased mother would be proud of

Trivia:

- He can live without sleep

- He was the only one who is not afraid to put certain students in their place

- Never a pushover

- Had to kill to survive

- he is ambidextrous

- He had a extremely loyal butler named Malice

- He prefers observe from the shadows

- He wears that mask of his almost every day

Unique Magic:

The Book of Logos

Jieun will send the person into the room with no door while holding a book. If the person read it, they will be addicted to read more and more while obvious that the book is cursed. If the thrill of knowledge or curiosity gets the best of the person, a unidentified stranger will appear and turn you into a book instead.

If you want to go on the sadistic part, he will forced you to read your past as a book. You will be unable to stop reading your past no matter how traumatized and dark said past is.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Sleepover

(Set shortly after @idiotwithanipad 's A Little Light)

"Hey, I'm back! Told you it wouldn't be...." Amy stopped in her tracks as she passed through the door, frowning and looking around; "Wait..."

"It's not quite finished yet! Just hold on."

Silver held her hands in front of her, closing her eyes and concentrating as hard as she could.

Cheap metal dissolved around a single divan covered in a moave bedspread decorated with stars and moons, with purple and black fluffy pillows against the headboard, along with a dog-eared and well-cuddled Simba plushie.

The Neo Pagan sighed, looking well and truly spent, as if she'd been moving all the furniture around by hand instead of her mind.

"There! I think that's it. As good as I can remember." She smiled at the returning image of her friend, who she still couldn't quite believe she could see and speak too again.

Amy blinked at the room. A rather stark contrast to the dark and damp little chamber they'd conversed in before.

"You...redecorated?"

"Yeah! Took me a couple of tries to figure it out but, well, like I kept telling you guys - I'm a lucid dreamer! And you can astral project, which is so fucking awesome, let's make the most of it!"

Silver was bouncing on the toes of her boots once again, having clearly leapt right to the other extreme of her personality, following Amy's visit and messages from Mary. They'd brought the sparkle back into the witchling's eyes and the color to her cheeks.

She fiddled with the sheafs on her hands as she watched Amy inspect the room.

"There's...a lot of stuff. Holy shit."

She ran a finger up a CD tower that came up past her waist. Then peered at a collection of books on a shelf above a hefty old computer tucked in the corner. Every inch of the lilac walls were covered with posters of Buffy, Linkin Park, Avril Lavigne, Evanescence, Green Day and some other bands and movies Amy didn't recognise.

On the nightstand beside the bed was the smallest witches' altar set up, with a little goddess statue between two black wax candles, and a photo of a dark haired man crouching beside a girl with short brown hair clutching a three month old puppy in her arms.

"Silv. Is this your room?"

The Pagan nodded; "Yeah. Hope you don't mind, it's just...you showed me yours, I wanted to show you mine."

"Shit. You never said you were rich?!"

"I...What? I wasn't rich!" Silver scoffed, blushing a bit.

Maybe her family could be called 'Lower Middle Class', but...

Oh crap. Did Amy think she was showing off? That wasn't what she was going for at all.

But her friend just laughed; "Dude, look at all this stuff! You got computer and a TV in your room! You got a library of books and disks! No wonder you never smoked, you must never have been bored."

Silver chuckled at that.

"And look at that! It's like something off the set of Star Wars." The girl was gawping at her blue lava lamp next to the computer; "And what's this? Is some kinda witchy crystal ball?"

She struggled not to double over as Amy looked over the sphere containing a lines of pink electricity dancing out from the ball in the centre.

"It's a plasma ball, you twit! Put your finger on it!"

Amy did so, her mouth forming an 'O' as the lights commented to her fingertip.

"Ooh! Cool! Alison should get one of these for...."

They both locked eyes, Silver gripping the fluff of her blanket. Amy cleared her throat and moved away from the ball.

"Okay, just to be clear - most of the things you're seeing were second hand." Explained Silver, changing the subject; "The computer is like...three years old? My brother gave it to me after he got his laptop, and the fan on it sounds like a jet engine. Same with the TV, which has a VHS tape stuck in that no one can get out."

"A V-what?"

"Those dvds shaped like rectangles."

"Oh, right." Amy nodded; "Still, c'mon. It's a pretty sweet room, that's all I'm saying."

Silver shrugged; "Yeah, well...It was the one area in the house that was mine and I could do what I wanted in." She sat down on the divan, running her finger over the soft purple blanket at the foot; "Every time I stepped outside or tried to watch tv in the living room, my family made me feel like shit. So if it was better to stay in here, needed to make it cosy, y'know. And...I guess I was lucky enough to have enough money to do it up how I wanted."

"See? Rich cow!" Amy teased.

"It was my Dad's life insurance."

Her friend pursed her lips at that; "Oh. Fuck. Sorry."

"S'fine. Mum...my living Mum, was at least decent enough to give me an allowance for my chores." Silver confessed, "Wasn't much use for anything else mums are meant to do, but guess I can be grateful she never let me starve...I did that all to myself."

Amy took a seat on the bean bag chair stuffed in the corner next to the little grey box of a TV behind her.

"Wanna talk self harm? Try topping ripping your own skin off till your arteries are on display."

Silver stared at her with eyes like a rabbit in headlights. It made Amy snort.

"Relax! Mary stopped me. And it's not like I was in any real danger...Just kinda needed that release, you know?" She admitted, "It's...not been easy for me. There."

"But...you said you were okay? I thought were in like....Heaven?"

"I am, we are...It's just not playing harps on clouds like in the cartoons. Thank fuck because that sounds boring as shit. It's just...It's really hard to describe." Her friend frowned; "It's like a living dream. Mary and Annie keep telling me it's a paradise...and yeah it looked pretty amazing when I first arrived. But it's also like...whatever you want it to be? And...well I guess, moody bitch that I am, being separated from you and Humphrey, I wanted..."

"...Hell?" Asked Silver.

Amy snorted; "Trust me to be the one stupid cow that could ruin Heaven!"

Silver wished she could nudge her friend or give her a half-hearted hug. She watched Amy's fingers smooth over bean bag cover.

Humming, curious, she grabbed her Lion King plushie and chucked it at the other girl's head.

"Hey! What the...?" She exclaimed, frowning as the beloved teddy fell into her lap.

"Just wanted to test a theory." Silver grinned.

"Cow. What did Simba do to deserve that?"

"Collateral damage." She shrugged, then looked down at her lap; "Speaking of....Did you see your dad?"

Amy went quiet, stroking the patch of fur on Simba's head, matted after many trips in the washing machine.

She nodded, a twitch of a smile on her lips.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me about it. It's between you two."

"Thanks, mate." Said Amy, her voice breaking a little.

Silver could still see pain on her friend's face. It was enough to surmise that, even if making that connection had helped Amy a little, it was still agony to be separated from him. Understandable. As grateful as she was to have this 'crossing' to interact with her best mate again, her absence would still be felt when she woke up.

"And....Robin?" She couldn't hide the distaste in her voice as she said that name.

Amy shook her head; "Not yet. I'm still...getting the hang of how to do this with different people. Reaching Dad was a bit tougher than you. S'like you put up less walls for me to break through than he had around him."

Made sense. Humphrey had quite literally shut himself off from the others, both emotionally and locking himself in Amy's room.

"And when I tried to look in on Robin...well. Let's just say there's not so much walls around his head, more like a cave. In a mountain. On fucking Mars."

"Should've seen that coming." Silver clicked her tongue; "Well don't feel the need to rush on my account."

The dejected monotone sound of her voice caught Amy's attention.

"What really happened, Silv?" She asked, "I only know what Mary said he did."

She shrugged; "Not much else to say."

"I know, but...It's Robin, you know? Our Robin. Big, silly, fluffy, man-puppy Robin who loves practical jokes and dispensing random wisdom!"

"Maybe we don't know him as well as we thought?" Silver mused, looking at her thin lavender curtains, "I mean...the dude has killed people. To survive, sure, but there was also that thing with Hat. And you know he was all on board for killing Alison, to start. Then again, so was Mary, so maybe I just have a habit of attracting problematic parental figures..."

"Maybe. But...they do love you though. I'm sure of that. Or at least, I am with Mary. I just can't imagine Robin..."

"Might be easier to show you. Then you can come up to your own conclusions."

Silver reached into the drawer of random crap in the table next to her bed and fished out a remote.

Closing her eyes, she clutched the device between her palms and focused, as she had when manifesting the items in the bedroom.

Pressing the On button, she pointed it towards the fat TV, which lit up with a burst of static, before showing a first person POV of Robin, looking straight at the screen. Amy moved from the bean bag chair over to the edge of the bed.

Silver pressed the rewind button, to show the context of what occurred in the build up to their fight.

Humphrey's body clinging to her. Their silent communication as they sat listening to Cap's long winded story.

Then Robin bringing in Humphrey's head. Humphrey's heart visibly breaking.

Silver lashing out at the others as they stared at her in judgement. The way they turned their backs to walk away.

Humphrey asking her to leave him alone. Both of him.

And all the while, Robin standing there in the corner. Watching.

In the bedroom, Silver said nothing as the argument played out again, letting Amy watch it for herself. Her plea to know why Robin had to do it like that. Robin's assertion it was for her own good. The escalating shouts. She cringes, feeling a little bad, knowing how much her friend hates arguments. It seems longer than she remembered it, too.

More swearing. More hurtful accusations. Then Robin looking as bestial as either of them have known as he's there, in her face, telling her about what Mary did. Then Silver's slap knocking him back. The flash of regret on his weathered face.

Then the screen goes blank, and they're back staring at a grey mirror of themselves.

"....Shit. That was brutal..." Amy gulped, having tugged her hoodie up at some point during the raised voices.

It hadn't helped Silver feel any better to watch the replay.

"Maybe...maybe I shouldn't have said that thing about him forgetting how to be human." She winced; "You know he can get pretty sensitive when someone calls him an animal-."

"Bullshit!" Amy cut her off; "You were right to call him out for that, acting all high and mighty, making out like that was the right thing when all it did was make you and Dad feel even more shitty! It's no excuse for him breaking his promise to Mary and letting you think she didn't...Well. You can tell him yourself that's a load of crap, straight from the woman herself!"

Silver smiled at that, feeling a warmth in her chest as she remembered Mary's last message to her.

Amy tossed Simba back into her arms.

"Don't worry. Leave the annoying fluff to me. He'll be grovelling for your forgiveness by the time I'm done with him."

Silver shook her head, giving the plushie a hug; "Honestly....I really don't give a toss about Robin. You just saw my perspective there. I'm sure he has his own reasons for what he said but...I just can't be bothered to care."

Despite the words, her tone was no longer defeated or hopeless.

"I'm just excited to wake up and nag Julian to call Alison. So I can get the paperwork done and officially be Silver Guppy. Hehehe." She grinned, looking well and truly like a giddy teenager as she sat cross-legged on her childhood bed; "And I'm gonna talk to Humphrey. Whole Humphrey. He's the one who I hurt and the one whose feelings I care about helping right now."

"He's not mad at you. You know that, right?" Amy assured.

"I know, but...I'm mad at me. He can take as long as he wants to forgive me, I can accept that. But I wanna try and be there for him. Both parts." She explained; "You know, before this whole mess, I went to visit him in your room, his head bit....We actually had a really sweet moment. I gave him space after because I thought that's what he wanted, but-."

"Word of advice? Humphrey's not the sort of guy who asks for attention. Especially when he really needs it." Said Amy.

"So he's like....the Anti-Thomas?"

"Pretty much."

They both laughed at that. Silver felt a little more confident about facing the Tudor when she awoke now. She'd dedicate the rest of her afterlife to trying to look after him in Amy's absence if she needed to, whether he thought of her as a friend or not. He deserved better than to be left alone in the dark.

A fate she knew all too well.

"How much longer do you have?" Silver asked her friend.

"As long as you want. Time works roughly the same up there as the old world...but dreams are weird."

"Preaching to the choir." She smiled; "...Wanna play some games?"

"Sure. What you got?"

Silver shuffled forward and retrieved a purple cube with a handle from a cabinet, setting it out and unravelling many tangled black wires.

"What is that?!" Amy pointed at the box.

"It's a Gamecube! The best console ever! Please tell me Nintendo still existed when you died."

"Oh, is it like...an old Wii?"

"Dude, the Wii was literally just a Gamecube with motion controls." She said, having watched Mike play some Mariokart with his friend Obi one time. "Here, this is a classic. The first Resident Evil, remade!"

She pressed the button and brought the wired controller up onto the bed, the two girls laying on their front on the edge of bed.

"Damn, check out those graphics. It's like watching the first Toy Story." Amy commented.

"Oi, this was like cutting edge realism in my day!"

"Dude, you can see all the angles on their jackets. And all those rocks in the background are blurred together."

"Shut up or I won't let you shoot any zombies!"

Funny enough, in life she'd never had a friend come up to her room to play video games with her. Even her brother wasn't interested, preferring to stick to playing GTA on his own console. Silver watched, amused, as Amy took the controller for the first part, controlling Jill Valentine as she explores the zombie infested mansion.

Quietly, she sent a prayer up to whatever god had blessed her with this chance to still spend time with her friend, despite being separated by two worlds. For a brief moment, her heart panged for Robin, who she doubted in all these years had a chance to speak to those he lost. Then the sympathy passed; perhaps that was what happened when you built a literal cave around your heart.

She would never let herself become that. Never shut herself off from feeling what it means to be human. To love, to lose, to grieve, to make silly mistakes with the best of intentions. She'd take friendship over cold, hard wisdom any day.

"Fucking TWAT!" Amy cursed as she failed to shoot one creature in time as it grabbed Jill and sunk it's teeth into her neck; "What is up with this shit camera?! This game is rigged!"

"We can play Animal Crossing if you prefer?"

"Fuck off, I'm blowing this assholes head off." She said, determined, making Silver giggle.

[hibewriter]

Belonephobia

Masterlist   Read it on AO3 Chapter 1

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse | Migwen | 6.7K | E 

Tags: Non-Con | Kidnapping | Police Butality | P in V Sex | Non-consensual drugging | Breeding kink

Chapter 2

She wakes as she’s hauled, body limp, over his shoulders. 

It’s groggy, the haze around the corners of her vision as she’s carried. There’s no will to fight, just to let his shoulder radiate its warmth into her skin. He’s taking her somewhere, out of the room that he’d imprisoned her in for the past two days cattle raised for slaughter. She can barely muster up the energy to mutter something incoherent. She thinks she asks where he’s taking her, but his ensuing silence doesn’t indicate if he hears her either way. His breath barely quickens as he drags her up the steps.

Suddenly the world is too bright. Dust-caked glass lets in a stream of light from the afternoon sun, and she can do nothing but squint at the new room he carries her through. Chairs stacked on rickety wooden tabletops, stools on a bar that matches the hardwood floor. Vaguely, she recognizes the unlit sign at the front, an odd shape that stood out from the standard open signs. A spider in flight, blues, and reds fighting in a tight space. 

The bar from the highway.

She doesn't dwell on the information long, as Miguel hauls her up another flight of stairs, another door in the way of her freedom. She doesn't get a chance to see as much in this space before he's dropping her in another room. Tiled, bright, and clean. 

"Toilet," he says, ever a man of few words. "Then shower."  

She balks, blinking up at him for a moment before realizing that the handcuffs around her wrists were just wide enough for movement. Still, she is slow to move, refusing eye contact with her stranger as she shuffles to stand.

"I can use the bathroom by myself," she tries. Her jaw hurts. As if she'd put weight on her tongue and forced her mouth to carry it all night. Miguel smiles at her, all teeth with no sincerity as he shakes his head.

"Maybe when you've earned it. Now go."

The last time she'd gone to the bathroom in front of another person was on a class hiking trip on the Blue Ridge Parkway in her senior year of high school. It was Miles who had kept a lookout with his back to her, refusing to make eye contact or talk about the awkward exchange once they rejoined the group.

But Miguel O’Hara is not Miles Morales. 

He doesn't take his eyes off her as she lowers the dirty leggings from her legs. His eyes are daggers, cutting into the skin of her thighs as she sits on the toilet. It's a challenge as he steps in front of her just to access the tub on her side. The water starts like a car that has been idle too long, sputtering nonsense sprays until a steady stream actually emerges from the detachable head. 

"I'll take that."

It's an attack, the abrasive tone of his voice in contrast to his actions. Still, it's more of a shock when he pulls the blade, hacking at the thin cotton. The tattered remains of her shirt fall on top of the dirty leggings in a heap. In a haze, she realizes he has also taken her shoes, though truth be told she can't remember the last time she had them.

The water is nearly scalding, turning pale skin pink when it hits tender flesh. Yet, it's the burn that reminds her to breathe. It's the steam that reminds her she can feel. The haze disappears, replaced by clarity and the truth of her situation. He wanted to keep her. He wanted to ruin her. Still, she could only think about the fact that he wanted to. Even if the want has nothing to do with her.

"You're really going to keep me?" Her voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible above the jet stream of water. The Captain would tsk, disapproval heavy on his tongue at her brazen longing. But the Captain isn't here. It's just her, her captor, and his unwavering glare as he peels his t-shirt from straining muscles.

Yet, Miguel merely hums in response as he pulls out a wash rag. 

It's calming, how he suds the cloth with soap and presses it to her skin. He scrubs softly, wiping away the dirt and grime of the past two days with careful precision. Each swipe was a promise, the guarantee that there was now a new normal for her. She jerks as he moves the cloth southward. It doesn't cause her to clench as she feels his fingers brush southward against her slit. It doesn't . But he doesn’t stop either.

"Mi–Miguel," she whimpers, altogether unagitated. A plea in the form of his name, one he had yet to actually utter to her. But she remembers now with time, the silence of the four walls and her thoughts are all that keep her company.

He stills, if only for a second. "Say it again."

"W-What?" 

"My name," he grunts, resuming his task with renewed vigor. "My wife will learn to scream my name." 

Even in the warm temperature of the shower, her blood runs cold. His fingers move, more confident between the washcloth and her skin as he finds each work and cranny of her body. Each passing left a trail of gooseflesh in its wake.

"Don't grow shy on me now, mija ."

He does nothing but chide. Nothing but taunt as his hands grow rough. No longer soft and soothing swipes but tainted caresses of skin. Part of her, the Gwen she was raised to be, loathes the whimpers that escape her lips. She loathes the way she can no longer blame her heated skin on the water, but rather the heated press of his thumb against her clit. But the other part of her, the part that found out just how docile she could be, leans into his touch.

"Miguel," she moans, as loud as she can allow herself. It still barely rises above the tone of the water but he hears her nonetheless. Which gives her all the more reason to whine when he takes his hands away from her. 

She flushes as he chuckles. Then she's getting sprayed again. The water hits her skin like fire, following the paths his hands took. She jumps when he aims the head at her cunt, the pulsing jet stream attacking her clit before she can think to shield herself. His hand flies out, pushing her into place as he holds the showerhead to her.

"Come on, linda , show me how my wife falls apart." 

It's embarrassing how quickly she follows his command. Her hands scramble, nails digging into his forearms until it is the only thing holding her up. Her body clenches in disastrous prose as he holds her there, forcing her to feel the continued pressure of the jet. 

" Now you're clean enough for me." 

His words feel like violence. They feel like a promise. 

Finally, finally, something within her snaps. Her legs, jelly-like as they are, bolt over the lip of the tub. She scrambles, hands making contact with the tile floor before she's pushing up, a dead sprint toward the door. But Miguel isn't malnourished. Miguel hasn't been sedentary the last two (or was it three?) days beholden to the whims of a psychopath. In an instant his arm is wrapped around her, pulling her back just to slam her into the frame of the door she was running to. 

"Been waiting for you to show up, mija ," he hissed, the maw of his hand gripping her jaw. It’s just too rough, his fingers digging into the bone as he tilts her head to look at him. “Been wondering when you’d be stupid enough to defy me.”

“Fuck you,” she spits, hands reaching to smack, but all she can do is land three insufficient fingers against his cheek. It should be terrifying, the grin that splits on his face as he watches her struggle against him. He only needs to use one arm, keeping her body as close to the door frame as possible. 

Suddenly she's being spun, her head swimming to catch up with the movement. But her brain is too slow, or his hands are too quick. Her hands are raised, hooked into a clamp on the wall, too high to be used for anything other than this. 

The warmth of his skin leaves her, the steam from the shower not enough to keep her warm as he mills about behind her. She strains, toes pointed to keep contact with the floor, the tile cool as her head falls forward. 

"I was going to be nice," his voice calls. The water stops — soft droplets fall onto the porcelain flooring of the tub. "Was going to get you used to the idea of sleeping next to me. Dining with me. Make you a proper wife." 

She tenses as his voice grows closer, just out of her periphery. She barely has the time to register the rustling of his movements before the sting hits her neck. The needle is only there for a second, just long enough to force the toxin into her veins. 

It's like being right back in the car. All of her limbs feel like they suddenly were made of cotton. Light and starchy at the same time. And she waits for the same rush of lightheadedness, the fluffy cloud to make her blissfully unaware and blacked out. But instead, the light feels brighter. The flecks of white in the grimy tiles feel whiter. Yet worse of all is Miguel, whose touch burns hotter. 

"Do you like my adjustments to your dose?" His voice was white hot on her neck, a burning knife as he tugs her hips away from the wall. Her legs spread, exposing all of herself to him. All that he’s only had glimpses of so far. 

She hears the hitch in his breath. She knows he staring at her puffed-up cunt lips even before his hands spread her cheeks apart. Still, she can’t help the whimper that escapes her mouth when his finger swipes along the seam of her, just barely grazing her clit. 

“I was never one for guns and violence, growing up,” he whispers, wholly distracted from her responses to his touch. Slowly, she’s able to close her eyes. A piss poor attempt to ground herself, solidify her body against the rising floating feeling within her. Yet, his finger begins to circle the whole he’d been so cheerfully teasing these last few days. “Those who got a chance to see it – Jess, Paula – they didn’t very much appreciate my lab. Didn’t see the humane way our tactics were used against our enemies.”

She draws a labored breath, flinching internally as her body yields to his exploration. There’s a swish, a squelch as his fingers find their way inside. It’s embarrassing, the way her body gives to him. Each thrust of his finger becomes a battle of will in her throat, a silent prayer to not give him the satisfaction he’s already taken. 

There’s a pressure, coiling tight within her belly as he slips another finger inside. It’s an abject horror she feels herself giving in, only grateful for the frozen state of her limbs. Unable to respond to each burning touch regardless of how her body sings for it. The pressure is just about to snap, just about to unfurl before he removes all touch from her. The lip she didn’t realize she’d been biting is released, only to cry out from his cruelty – or his salvation. Removing her orgasm and shame away from her. 

“Don’t worry, mija , I’ll let you come.” She hates how her cunt clenches, empty , at the husk in his voice. Hates the small cornel of pride that wells in her chest at the prospect of him being affected just as much as she.

There’s no dignity in the rustle of his pants or the soft woosh as they hit the floor. She thinks she knows what’s coming – awkward hookups and one-night stands from the past are a saving grace in that regard. She’s felt the initial stretch of sex before. Yet, nothing prepares her for the first push of his cock into her. 

"Wa–wait, Miguel ," she cries. But he doesn't stop. The stretch stings , something that she can't imagine his two fingers ever could have adequately prepared her. Still, his hands grip her hips, holding her in place as if she could have run from it in the first place. 

"Shhhh, mija , don't fret," he huffs as he leans forward. Chest to back, caging her against the wall she hung from. "I will make it fit."

There is no mercy in the reprieve as he slowly fills her. There's no saving grace as he carves a space for himself in what feels like her guts. Each inch is a slap in her face for daring to try and get away from him in the first place. There's no relief when his hips meet hers, no comfort from the Iitany of what she assumes are curses flying from his mouth.

Good , she thinks. Let him feel a fraction of what she feels.

Stuffed. Overly full in ways boys never could have prepared her for. Then he's moving, hips withdrawing slowly before they snap forward. All the relief from his retreat is instantly replaced with instant pressure, the coil in her tightening as he hits a spot no one had found before.

This time she can't even think to hold the shriek that escapes her lips. Her fingers curl into fists against the chain holding her up, knuckles grazing the cool tile in front of her. It was a stark contrast to Miguel's heat, the feral way his fingers flexed, digging in to bruise her delicate flesh. 

"That's right, chiquita ," he grunts. "Scream for me." 

Her vision blurs, the pressure mounting higher as she can do nothing but float. Her head is cotton-stuffed static, the entire world reduced to this . The sight of aging grout lines, the smell of the sweat falling from their bodies – the sound of his flesh connecting with hers over and over like a symphony of her humiliation laid bare for the world to hear. Yet none of it compares to the feeling of being so full . 

He's taken me , she thinks. The words hardly register but still, she feels the shift within her. Her own sickeningly sweet moans begin to fill the air. Not a breath between each sound he pushes out of her mouth, resistance gone, she shatters. 

PleasepleasepleaseMiguelplease . 

"Please what, cariño? " How could he be so calm in a time like this? "Please let you come? Please give you a baby? I'm close, so you better decide."

It rattles in her brain. Each thrust a pause in her thoughts. Baby . She can't have a baby. But still, the only words she can get out are "Baby! Baby baby baby!" She doesn't know if it's pleasure or pain that she feels when his hips stutter and stall against her. The warmth floods her for just a second before his hand is moving, fingers finding her clit with expert precision.  

"Come for me, mija," he grunts. His voice is heady in her ear, edging her on as she clenches around his softening length. "Come like a good little wife so our baby can take." 

God, it shouldn't push her over the edge. It shouldn't, but it does. The gush of her own come isn't enough to push out his, rather she can feel the way her cunt sucks in his spend with enthusiasm. As if she wants this. She's not sure if she doesn't. 

She winces when he pulls away. Feels their combined fluids begin to leak out of her before his fingers gently come to push it back in. Another stake in his claim, another act of ownership over her body. It feels different somehow, the almost tender way he stands her straight. She hisses when he pulls her arms down from their hook, the movement too fast for her strained muscles. Still, she manages to turn in his arms,

She looks up at him. Her neck cranes at an awkward angle but she ignores the crick that's forming for her wide-eyed stare. His hair is a mess, sticking out in odd angles that demand a brush or comb to wrangle it in. Yet, he almost looks soft, a wreckage of a person. 

She had a million thoughts growing up. How to keep herself safe, and what to do when she was in danger. All paths the Captain places in front of her in increasing intervals the more time he spends in the streets as opposed to their junior one bedroom. All in contrast to the first time she ever would've needed it. She didn't do what was expected of her. She never has.

"You'd make me a slave." 

His eyebrows raise. It's nice to catch him off guard, knowing that she has been trying to catch up to his thoughts these past few days. It's nice to feel like she has some semblance of power, even if it's only imaginary as he cocks his head.

"I told you," he says. "I intend to make you a wife." 

She backs into the wall, ignoring now he immediately steps to keep their distance the same. "What's the difference?”  

"The difference, mija , is you have the chance to earn your place by my side. And later, when you're ready, we'll fix the rest that has been broken."

The Captain would expect her to resist. He'd want her to fight. She should fight this man who obviously only wanted revenge. This man is hell-bent on destroying her father's legacy.  She should fight for decency and self-preservation. He'd expect her to fight to go back to being alone.

"Okay."