#work. is not killing me surprisingly but it does suck some energy out of me. especially my design job

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So sorry, all i have right now is old art 😔 i want to draw farah or nate though (his longer hair in the demo...passing out). I'll do this soon. ish. 👁️👁️ I hope

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Babylon 5 S03E20 And the Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place previous episode - table of contents

It's kinda wild how much b5 is exactly to my tastes. Take this (and many other!) episode titles for example. Pretentious? Maybe. Poetic? Certainly. Full of allusion? Definitely. Makes me get shivers? Absolutely.  They even give me things to complain about. I'm well settled into complaining loudly about Londo bullshit.

Last episode's beverage (for data point purposes) was straight tequila with pepsi chaser. The hangover was vile and I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep for three hours. Today's beverage - Bitterroot Brewing Co "Dirt Church" ipa. It's alright for an IPA.

"Z MINUS 14 DAYS"

I see we've moved several letters on from "t."

Yeah!! It's another Susan Ivanova personal log episode. The telepaths they've recruited are being dispersed. Sheridan is tired, and Franklin is still pacing the halls. 

All the telepaths are being accompanied by a single Narn bodyguard. Fingers crossed for some of those bodyguards to start developing some telepathy of their own after spending a long time in close quarters with a telepath!!

Londo thinks it's time to "take care of" G'Kar?? FUCK OFF.  He wants G'Kar tricked back to Narn and executed. Thanks to the previous flashbacks, I am well aware that this plot won't play out with G'Kar's actual death. But I still want to strangle Londo. Can I isekai into B5 just long enough to goddamn murder that man?? 

Religious Theo of the religious group whatevever is being highlighted this episode. In theory I appreciate how diverse B5 is, religiously speaking. In practice....ehhh. At least when it comes to people quoting the KJV and referring to "the lord" every other sentence. 

Sheridan does look rough. And there's Delenn!!! Pretty in pink. 

"[Ivanova] said you were carrying on cranky. I looked up cranky, it said grouchy. I looked up grouchy, it said crochetly. No wonder you have such an eccentric culture. None of your words have their own meaning!" 

LOL!! Delenn is so cute. Also, very seriously, I apologize to every person who needs to learn English as an adult. It's a mess. 

Once I saw a gif of Delenn propping herself up on a elbow in bed with Sheridan and I have been FERAL to see that scene ever since. Maybe today will be the episode? Delenn climbs in bed with Sheridan to make him sleep??

Na'Toth might be alive. Or her name might simply be a trap for G'Kar. I don't think Londo's plan is going to work out. If he didn't go back to Narn for literally every other Narnuan, I'm not sure he'd go back for his aide who is probably dead. Also I 100% have more faith in Vir than this. Idk where he got them, but he has a surprisingly well-developed set of morals and empathy. 

Vir: "I won't. I won't go. I won't do it."

VIR BABY. Just say you'll do it, then go and collude and G'Kar. Londo is unhinged, threatening to have Vir's family stripped naked and whipped through the streets of Centaur's capital. What a fuck. He ought to be directing his energies towards getting back Lord Whatshisface who killed Adira on behalf of the Shadows. Refa. The show reminds me in a timely manner. 

Speaking of Refa, he's giving very desperate vibes. Trying too hard to suck up, and that puts blood in the water for the sharks to scent!!

Well. Hopefully even if Vir gives into Londo's threat and tries to trick G'Kar, his obvious nerves give away that something's wrong. 

Back to Londo and the Centauri court shenanigans. Londo is, undeniably, good at putting on the type of political front that works well on Centaur. 

Susan's blowout is so good every day I have to assume it's part of the high-tech auto-dryer when you step out of the shower...or something. Because there's no way that SUSAN IVANOVA is spending twenty minutes every day achieving the most ideal blowout that has ever been hair-dried into existence. 

OK I like the religious cabal a bit better now that I know they're smuggling up-to-date information about Earth politics into Bably 5. 

GODDANG IT. G'Kar is trying to sneak back onto Narn. Well. At least I know he lives to die another day. 

Vir, I am disappointed in. 

Centaur attack on Vir!! He lives to become Emperor another day as well. Stakes drop considerably when you know certain characters' ultimate fates. 

You know who I'd love to see again? AUNT PROPHETESS! Majel!! 

Lord Refa's eyebrows deserve their own acting credit. 

oooh, Centauri telepathy attack!! 

Poor Vir. If only he had been able to keep his position on Minbar. He looked less stressed-out when he was spending most of his time surrounded by a tranquil environment. 

The Baptist pastor is hanging out with Sheridan, who is struggling to relax enough to fall asleep while also doing paperwork. Maybe. don't do paperwork while getting ready for bed. Which the pastor is also bringing up, more delicately than I would. 

the Pastor: DELEGATE IDIOT.

OK he can stay. He is speaking common sense. 

"When youre worry tank gets full people stop coming to you, because they don't want to add to it." 

Smart. "figure out how to relax or your people will stop reading you in in an attempt to protect you." 

"Z MINUS 13 DAYS"

Zha'ha'dum minus 13 days?? 

G'Kar made it to Narn. There's climate change from the orbital bombardment. Constant wind, particulate coming down from the upper atmosphere, poor air quality. And I doubt they had recovered from the previous Centauri occupation, and possibly not even the Shadows' occupation before that! 

Emperor Cartagia is going to be traveling to B5: that seems like a significant security risk! Maybe he'll get nerfed and we'll see the glorious ascension on Emperor Londo. 

Refa's plot is to capture G'Kar instead of letting Londo do it. Fingers crossed for neither of them getting that glory. 

Delenn says there's no pattern to the Shadows' attacks. The lack of pattern is probably the point - all over the place and unpredictable so the united forces are spread as thin and widely as possible. And the tactical data sorta supports that! They haven't attacked anything in the center of the sector, so refugees are going there. And Sheridan is picking this up now, too. They could nail all the refugees at once. 

"I think this is as much about terror as it is about territory." 

Yeah. 

Hm, Delenn is horrified by Sheridan saying he needs to think like them to beat them. Unless she has a really compelling argument against it, I'm going to have to disagree. How can you counter a tactic unless you understand it? 

Londo just knocked out a Centauri guard with a punch to rescue Vir. He gets no points from me, because he put Vir in that position. 

Unfortunately G'Kar won't get to kill Londo for quite a few years, but maybe he and the resistance will get to kill Refa and his goon squad instead. 

Damn it, Londo was two steps ahead of Refa this whole time. f.ucking annoying. Well. all Centauri warmongering genocidal politics are annoying. Refa being personally in charge of the bombardment of Narn is backfiring on his right now. 

Oh so this means that Vir was an unwitting stooge in the plot all along, and that's extra scummy, considering it resulted in Vir being mindraped and made to believe he'd just given up his mentor and employer. Very very cutthroat politics. No wonder Londo didn't name the embarassment he was planning to remove on behalf of the emperor to prove House Mollari's value. 

Baptist Pastor brought a gospel singer along with him, lol. That's very on brand. And super fucking amusing juxtaposition between her music and Refa being pursued and killed. "There's no hiding place down here." Refa being beaten to death. 

Buuuut as much as I dislike Londo, I am a fan of the person responsible for untold suffering and death getting a tiny fraction of that delivered back to them. So...annoyingly... *sigh* go Londo...

It's so fucking funny that Londo had the ability to slip refa the other half of the two-part poison all along but instead he had him beaten to death for political purposes. 

Vir is angry, but probably not enough to make him break from Londo entirely. 

Delenn has a surprise for Sheridan - "the White Star was never intended to be one of a kind, only the first..." and now there's a whole fleet. 

Hm. As far as first kisses on screen go, that one was pretty dated. I'm happy for them, but the "smear your face against the other person's face" is a style I'm glad has mostly gone away. It doesn't look very pleasant, hahah. 

Mrs Sheridan, I presume?

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[DSMP]

Technos 75 day

Prison arc day 212

"I have-"

"Another story? Do you come up with these yourself or did you read the most morbid kids book ever?"

"they are... in my brain."

"That means nothing."

"Do you want to hear it?"

"Does it have a good ending?"

"I'm not going to spoil it."

"Fine. Go ahead Techno."

"There was a farmer, he owned a massive farm but he worked on it alone. He was so old noone in the town knew why he worked alone or how he had the energy to handle it all alone. Nobody bothered to ask, whenever he came into town he was quiet only shuffling into the stores to pick up what he needed for the month and riding his horse home.

People rumored that he killed his entire family and was controlling their corpses to do the work. Some people said he was friends with his animals who worked for him. There was even a rumor that he used his mind to harvest all of his crops. One day a boy no older than 10 and no taller than 4 feet decided the he would find out what the old man was doing. He packed his bag and decided to just knock on his door and ask.

Knock Knock, the boy knocked on the door noting how odd the deep black door looked on the otherwise normal brick house. The door opened, the hinges must have been oiled recently because it didn't squeak at all.

'hello?' the old man called out

'down here sir!' the boy replied waving his hand. 'I came to inter-ro-gate you!'

The old man looked down finally seeing the small child at his doorstep. 'Well if you're going to interrogate me you'll probably get thirsty from asking questions, would you like some water?'

The boy nodded 'yes please sir, it is very hot outside Also, may I come inside to iter-gate you?'

'Sure' the old man stepped aside letting the boy into his house. It was surprisingly big with few furnishings but everything seemed to have far too many seats for one person. 'Sit at the table I will bring us water' the old man gestured to a large elaborate dining table with 20 seats. The boy decided to sit at the end of the table.

The old man came back with a pitcher of iced lemon water and two glasses, he poured a glass for himself and the boy. 'What is your name son?'

'I am Johny but my mom calls me mistake' the boy stated pulling a lemon slice out of his glass.

'That's a mean name to call your child'

'Well she says it's true' Johny shrugs and sips his water. 'Now I ask you questions! First question, Is it hard to work alone? I work alone at school a lot and I don't like it.'

'It is alot of work for me, but I manage. Do you not have any friends that work with you?'

'No my ma says it's because I'm un-like-able. Next question, why do you live alone?'

The old man got very sad at this. 'My family was dead. They got very sick one night and in the morning. I was the only one alive.'

'that's very sad! why didn't you tell anyone? My mom always says Mistake if you are in trouble tell the cops not me.'

'I couldn't.'

'Why?'

'Would you like to see something?'

'okay!'

And the old man led oblivious Johny into his field where there was a dark rock the same color as his door waiting. The rock was large bit not taller than than the corn stalks around it. 'I brought them back,' the old man whispered.

'what?'

'I brought them back.' he turned around with a sudden energy Johny has never seen in someone so infirm. He tried to back away but the old man had gripped his shoulder with such force there was no hope of escape. There was a light in the old man's eyes a consuming darkness that hurt to look at, Johny couldn't understand this but he was staring into the bright-dark of death. The final brilliant darkness that takes all of us.

'I was probably your age. This rock is our God. All my life was leading up to that moment Johny. I knew what I had to do. I brought. Them. Back. Our blessed God, granted up immortality, the infinite revival of life.. There's just one problem.'

Johny, tears spilling over his cheeks asked the final question. 'W- wh- what is it s- sir?'

'I haven't gotten to talk to them. Our God is hungry.' The old man got to see his family again and noone looked for poor Mistake."

"You suck at this."

"I saw your face, You were invested."

"What else could I possibly be invested in there is nothing else in this cell Techno."

"True, true. So you liked it?"

"I guess."

For the rest of the day nobody brought up the book.

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tipstie PLEASE tell me about tlb turning human/ human AU

Absolutely my dudes 👁👁 (this is also all hcs about how vampire rules work so just go with it)

So for me a human TLB AU isn’t one where they die and turn human, it’s one where Max is killed after being found out one way or another before any altercation with the boys happens, and they revert back to humans as a result

The reason this happens is because all the boys were sired by Max, and while they are technically full vampires, they aren’t independent vampires

Sires act as a sort of guardian to the vampires they turn, watching over them and guiding them until they believe they’re ready to take care of themselves

This is why they have a certain level of control, influence, and power over the vampires they turn, they have a bond

When sires think the vampires they’ve turned are ready to make it on their own, they sever that bond with a ritual that relinquishes complete autonomy to their vampires

But Max never did this

He wanted a family, and families have to stick together, so until his death he still clung to that small sliver of control over the boys, and that last step to complete and independent vampirism remained incomplete

And so, when Max is killed, there’s a sort of backlash, a glitch

The bond is broken, but broken wrong, and the small piece of the boys that’s still human, the piece that still remains deep down, starts clawing it’s way out

It hits Marko first, since was turned most recently, chills and fever and body wracking pain, like his body is eating itself from the inside out

It’s nothing like any of them have ever seen or heard of before, and they don’t know what to do but sit with him and try to lessen the fever

Paul follows a few hours later, exactly the same, and Dwayne helps David carry the two of them a little over halfway to the Emerson house before he collapses too

David gets them the rest of the way there, feeling worse and worse the longer he goes

He knocks on the door and Michael opens it, and David only manages a raspy “Need your help, Michael,” before he’s pitching forward into his arms

The next week or so is a blur

Michael convinces Lucy and Grandpa to help, and for Sam to keep the Frogs away while they figure out what’s going on

Star calls that night, and says she and Laddie were out when they felt themselves change back, and that she didn’t wait to find out why

She caught a bus to her cousin’s place in LA and took Laddie with her, but wanted to make sure Michael was ok

He says he’s fine, and promises to call again with more details, since “it’s a little hard to explain right now” and they hang up with plans to talk that weekend

Meanwhile the boys are going in and out of feverish half awake states, never lucid enough to do anything except drink water and groan. The Emersons take care of them in shifts, and Michael helps Grandpa research what might be happening to them. They don’t find a lot

Marko is the first to come out of it, after about three days

He’s groggy and confused, waking up to Lucy wiping his forehead with a damp towel

She gives him something to drink and helps him sit up, but there’s something... wrong

There’s a weight in his chest, a thrumming, heavy heartbeat, expanding lungs, heat

He’s breathing again, he’s alive again

He’s human

Paul wakes up in the middle of that night, to Michael in the room this time. After getting the general “you’re human but we don’t know why” pitch, he’s taken to a guest bedroom where he finds Marko curled up on the bed. He slides in behind him and pulls him close, and he knows Marko isn’t asleep because he can feel him shaking

Marko’s always been good at crying quietly

Paul’s pretty personable as they wait for David and Dwayne to wake up. He talks with the family and reads comics on the living room couch, and fetches food and stuff for Marko, who’s basically refusing to leave the guest room

Being back in a human body is bringing back too many memories for him of the shitty life he escaped from, and he’s having a hard time dealing with it

But Paul is there, and the Emersons are alright, and he’s eventually able to be coaxed out to have an actual meals with the family, and that’s nice too

Dwayne wakes up the Saturday after the boys first arrive, in one of the rare times no one was in the room to keep an eye on him and David

He interrupts breakfast by barreling into the living room looking extremely lost and worried, and shakily rushes over to pull Paul and Marko into a hug when he sees them staring wide eyed at him from the table

“Couldn’t hear you...” he mumbles into Marko’s hair. “Can’t hear either of you anymore...”

Lucy has him join them at the table and gets him his own plate of food, and they explain what they know. It still isn’t a lot, but it does give him a reason as to why the mental link the boys had is gone

The following days are strangely quiet. Michael and Lucy help the boys adjust, reminding them to eat and helping them when they forget they don’t have super strength or magic healing

The boys start talking more too, mostly out of necessity since they can’t communicate mentally anymore (which Marko thinks is extremely annoying) but also because life in the Emerson house is... surprisingly comfortable

Michael explains the whole thing to Star over the phone, and after a moment she laughs

“Maybe they needed this,” she tells him, “maybe this is good.”

A week and a half after the boys arrive, two things happen: David finally wakes up, and the Frogs find out who the mysterious house guests Sammy’s been keeping them away from are

David comes to in a dim room, with Michael dozing against the wall

He grunts and pushes himself up, and only just registers the heat of his own blood and the scratch of breathing in the back of his throat when there’s a commotion from somewhere outside

Michael wakes up with a slight flinch, rubbing a hand over his face, and makes eye contact with David right as the door slams open and Dwayne, Marko, and Paul come rushing in, followed quickly by the Frog brothers and a frantic Sam

It takes a bit of explaining, but they eventually come to an understanding

The Frogs are still a bit hesitant to believe the boys are human, but it’s not like real vampires could walk in the sunlight or show up in the hall mirror, so that’s good enough for them

The boys continue living with the Emersons after that

They find ways to help out here and there, with cleaning or dinner or dishes or farm work

Sleep schedules become basically non existent as well, and it’s a common occurrence to find at least one person up at all hours of the night

Each of the boys has... a moment or two, where it really settles in that they’re human again

For Marko, it’s when he pokes himself while trying to resew one of his patches. He hisses when he pricks his thumb, and when the blood beads up on the pad of his finger he just... stares at it. It doesn’t heal right away, and he can’t even smell it. He sucks on it to try and make it go away, and tasting blood again, when it no longer has the same rush or necessity, makes him cringe. He puts a band aid on it, and doesn’t mention it to anyone.

For Paul, it’s when he goes to a concert on the beach. He manages to get lost in the music, in the crowd, in the loud drums and the guitar riffs and the warm press of bodies and the intoxicating energy, and he doesn’t, not once, think about sinking his teeth into anyone around him. He only realizes about halfway through the second song that he’s actually hearing the music, too, instead of it just being the background noise for a cacophony of heartbeats. He goes home that night drunk on sound and life, and doesn’t know if he’s ever been happier in his life.

For Dwayne, it’s when he has his first cup of hot chocolate after turning back. It’s at the beginning of winter, and everyone is crammed together on the couch to break in the TV that Sam finally convinced Grandpa and Lucy to get. Michael and Sam are bickering about what movie to watch, Paul and Marko are having an animated conversation with the Frogs from their place on the floor, and Lucy and grandpa are laughing about something in the kitchen. They come out a bit later with snacks and drinks, and Dwayne is handed a big mug of cocoa with a heaping helping of whipped cream and marshmallows. He takes a sip without really thinking, and then stops. There’s a moment, when he just feels the warmth spread through his chest and belly, and then all at once it’s like he’s hit with this wave of emotions he can’t quite place, familiarity and relief and joy, and there are tears mixing with his whipped cream mustache. The movie is good, but the cocoa is definitely better.

For David, the first time is when he goes outside after waking up. He’d seen the sunlight through the windows, and knew it didn’t hurt him anymore, but feeling it, actually smelling the fresh air and hearing the birds and cicadas and feeling a warm breeze... it’s a little overwhelming. Michael finds him sitting on the back porch wiping at his eyes, and joins him

The second time is when he notices that his roots are showing, that his hair is growing again. Any cutting or dying was effectively permanent when he was a vampire, since their hair didn’t grow, but now... Getting a reminder that his body is living and changing again is strange. He decides to let it grow out a bit, just to see where it goes

The boys are very touchy with everyone. They were already before they turned back, but now that cuddles involve body heat, they happen much more often

So do visits to the mall, oddly enough. Lucy takes them once to get them some new clothes, and they have way too much fun popping in and out of different shops and all trying to fit in the photo booth at once. They may, technically, get banned from a few stores for causing too much of a ruckus, but that doesn’t stop them from coming back

Dwayne and David both get really into cooking, and Paul and Marko experiment a lot with mixing different things to “remember what tastes good” again. Usually doesn’t have the best outcomes, but they’re definitely adventurous

David forgets he has to sleep sometimes, but he’ll be out like a rock if anyone pulls him into bed or lets him lean on them while watching TV

Overall, adjusting is strange for all of them, but there’s a goodness to it too. Even when things are hard they figure them out eventually, and no matter what they always have each other

It feels like a new life, a new start, where they can finally get things right

Headcanons masterpost

[madswritingvoid]

Afternoon Delight

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ SEE YA MINORS, smut but like soft smut, oral sex (m), masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming, blood, vampire stuff, Max Phillips is a warning lol

A/N: Yes I 100% think Max would want his name in your phone to be Vamp Daddy and no I will not be taking questions about it at this time. BUT here’s another smut piece about my vampire husband, because I love him.

(Tagging @jettia because apparently she likes pain and wanted to read this if I ended up posting it)

Max Phillips is annoying. Not a joke, or an exaggeration, just a fact. He’s smarmy, sleazy, sneaky, manipulative, seductive, exhausting, and all yours. As much as his “management style” (re: turning everyone into vampires), may seem unethical or out-of-the-box, he really knew how to turn a company around. Surprisingly, when he isn’t being a total frat boy asshole, he’s also a pretty awesome boyfriend. 

Yeah, sometimes you gotta remind him that no Max that isn’t funny or say that again and it’s a stake to the heart and the dick, but overall you know you love him and he loves you. He’d kill for you, literally. So when you hadn’t received your morning “show me your boobs, babe” wake-up text, you knew something was up.

With his cocky attitude and air of self-assurance, you’ve never seen anything really make Max sweat. Not until two nights ago when he said his bosses, the big bag vamps, were coming down for a branch visit today. You glance over at your phone to check the time and saw it was almost lunchtime for you both and decide to shoot him a quick text.

You: I know yours came in today but how’s my big bad vamp doing? xxx

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️:   :(((((((((((((

You: Is someone in the need for......

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: yes

You: an afternoon delight?

You: You could have let me finish, but okay.

Grateful you were working from home today, you sent off a final email and decided to take a half day, knowing Max would really need some help to relax. 

You slinked off to your bedroom and changed out of your work-appropriate but very casual matching sweat set to slip into one of Max’s favourite sundresses you have- a deep cranberry with black lace around the bottom and on the chest highlighting your boobs, Max’s favourite, and the length hitting just above your knees made it “easy access” in his words. You keep your natural Zoom meeting makeup on and opt for a quick swipe of your favourite deep red lipstick to match the dress, ready to make Max’s afternoon.

Walking into the familiar office building you can immediately feel the energy is off. Not that it wasn’t always weird, since almost everyone in here was dead, but today it was even worse. Too quiet, too cold. You almost wanted to crack a “jeez, who died?” joke to lighten the mood, but you got the feeling today was not the day and walked right into Max’s office.

“Awww baby, what’s all this?” You coo as you glide over to him. What a sight he is. He’s sitting in his big office chair with his head right on the desk, long arms splayed out in front of him making his big hands hang over the desk’s edge. A total look of defeat. Hearing your voice Max’s head shoots up and immediately you’re hit with a classic Phillips pout, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “Baaaaabe,” he whines while making grabby hands at you until you’re finally within reach. 

Pulling you into his lap, he buries his face in your neck, rubbing his nose up and down the column of your throat as your hands make their way into his hair, massaging his scalp. “Maxie, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You’re only met with a heavy sigh as he takes his head and burrows between your boobs, “Everything,” he mumbles against your chest. “They loved my presentation, but hated the office,” he grumbles.

“Well, that’s easy to fix, we can go out this weekend and get some new decor to liven up the place,” you grin and start really going to town on his scalp making Max almost purr and lean into your touch more. Before you could offer more support he started shaking his head, motorboating you but you could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

“No babe,” he sulks, finally lifting his head up to meet your eyes again, “they hated everyone in the office. Said Andrew was weird and Dave had an ‘offputting’ quality. He’s dead! Almost all of us are dead! What do they expect? And that’s not even the worst part!!!” He moans, “he hated everyone, but liked Evan?” You actually gasp, no one likes Evan. He’s so mopey and annoying, especially after Max bounced back from Evan almost murdering him, showing up to work the following Monday as if nothing happened. “Oh baby, that doesn’t make any fucking sense, I’m so sorry,” you soothe him as your hands move from his hair and start to make their way down to his belt.

Realizing what you’re doing, Max’s whole mood changes. Smirking, he puts on a much more playful pout, “yeah baby,” he coos, “it’s been real hard. But now that you’re here something else has got real hard too, and I think I know how to fix that.” You slide off his lap and onto the floor quickly, Max lifting you up for a moment to slide his now folded suit jacket under your knees in a surprising moment of kindness. Pressing a kiss to his knee as a thank you, you make quick work of his belt and pants and pull out his hardening cock. As you begin to stroke him slowly you make eye contact and spit right on his dick, making him groan.

“Love you baby, let me make you feel good,” you say before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling you tongue around him and licking the salty precum that was already leaking from him. As you continue to work more of him into your mouth, you can feel Max absolutely melt into his leather chair and take whatever you give him. “That’s it baby, always so so good, always know what I need,” he praises and you moan around his length, the compliment going straight to your core.

Not being able to take it anymore, you snake the hand not pumping the part of him you can fit in your mouth, you slide your hands underneath your underwear and start circling your clit. You moan around his length again and Max slightly bucks his hips, sending him farther down your throat. “Fuuuuuck yes, sweet cheeks, that’s it,” he can’t stop it now as his hips start a shallow bit steady rhythm as he fucks into your mouth. Letting him take what you need you slide two fingers into your dripping pussy, using the heel of your hand to keep rubbing your clit while you pump your fingers.

The only sounds filling the office are Max’s groans and the wet noise of you fucking yourself on your hand. You can tell Max is close because his pace quickens and you can hear the chair arm rests groan under his tight grip until he gives one final thrust, shooting his load right down your throat. Making sure you don’t waste a drop, you continue softly sucking the tip of him as you start to chase your own high until Max uses his vampire speed and strength to take your hand out of your underwear and move you back into his lap. You whine at the loss of your orgasm and stare with lust filled eyes as Max takes the hand that was just inside you and cleans your fingers of the slick covering them.

“Now sweets, you’ve been so good to me, I figured letting you cum on my cock would be an appropriate thank you,” booping your nose he gives a little tug to rip your panties right off and sink you down on his still hard length. Your eyes roll back and you let out a high pitched moan at the stretch, you were already so wet from earlier he was able to push in with no resistance. “There it is champ,” he chuckles, “here’s your reward.” Putting his hands firmly on your hips he starts to move you up and down on his length, his hips meeting you with each thrust. All you can do is throw your arms around his neck to hold on, chanting his name as he hits that sweet spot over and over.

“Had s-such a bad day baby,” he growls, “but this- this pussy always does the trick,” you clench at the praise causing him to thrust a little harder. Knowing your so close to falling over the edge, you decide to give Max another treat, “B-baby,” you whimper, “f-feels so good. I’m so close, b-bite me,” his hips stutter before his pace resumes again. Grabbing your jaw he makes you meet his eyes and asks, “fuck, I love you, but are you sure? You don’t have to-” he groans as you clench around him again, your walls fluttering as the coil continues to tighten. “Yes! Fuck,” you babble, “I’m gonna come baby please,” you run your fingers through his hair and pull his face into your neck.

Feeling how much you’re gripping his length, Max licks across your pulse point and gives the area a little kiss before sinking his teeth into the soft skin. Once you feel his fangs break through, the coil snaps, and you absolutely gush all over his cock. You continue to moan as Max works you through your high as he continues to drink from you. Tugging on his hair twice to tell him to stop, Max stops thrusting into you and licks over the bite marks, his spit healing them instantly. Kissing your neck again you hear a mumbled, “thank you baby,” as Max wraps his arms around you.

You sit there for what feels like forever, him still seated inside of you while you go back to massaging his scalp. Noticing the time you attempt to get up, “Max! Honey, your lunch break has definitely been over I should go home,” his grip tightens around you as you get hit with puppy dog eyes again. “You could go home,” he agrees, “or you could just stay right here with me inside of you while I finish this report. I’m the boss, I can always leave early for my baby,” he gives your ass a gentle slap causing you to clench around him again. Groaning, he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, “besides I’ll definitely want to have you at least one more time before we go. Why don’t you have a little nap on big ol’ me?” He jokes, but you can’t bring yourself to make a come back, already feeling your lids grow tired from what just happened.

Nuzzling into his neck, you give his skin little kisses, “sounds good baby,” you slur, “sounds real good.”

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: Damned to Live Forever (Vampire Yandere Aizawa x Reader)

Title: Damned to Live Forever (Vampire Yandere Aizawa x Reader)

Synopsis: You fall prey to the whims of a vampire with a penchant for lost, helpless souls. Inspired by a quote from The Hunger (1983): “We're damned to live forever - with no release, no end.”

Word Count: 1704

Notes: yandere, vampire, blood/slight gore

You hate walking alone at night. Not for sensible reasons, mind you--such as being worried about someone sticking a knife against your back and demanding your purse or your life; or even the fear of city rats, which had grown particularly plump and daring as of late.

No. You hate walking alone at night because of your childish fear of what might be lurking out there, in the dark, in the night: creepy crawlies and monsters and shadow-men and other childhood fears that have never quite lifted away. You still refused to walk by mirrors in the dark, you always crossed your finger when you walked by a cemetery, and you certainly wore your crucifix around your neck when you were walking alone at night.

You hadn’t been religious, not exactly, since childhood; blind faith had left you like other things, but in moments of fear, when you needed comfort, it was there. 

And a crucifix, in particular, was good at warding off vampires.

As you walk along the deserted city street, still damp from afternoon rain, you couldn't help but keep one hand on your purse and another on your necklace. Protect-me, protect-me, you think. Just in case. You're still repeating your mantra when you hear... something in the shadows, in the alley. You feel something, too. A rush--wind, but lighter. You hear the sound of rustling, a snapping sort of fabric sound, the sound you used to hear when your mom would snap laundry wrinkles.

And then--a cry, strangled, and soft, and desperate. "Help! Please!" It's coming from alley, just a few feet away.

You feel your legs turn cold. You want to run and every inch of your common sense screams at you: Run, run, run, run. But the sound of their cry replays in your head: help, please, help, please. Wouldn't you want someone to come to your rescue? Or at least try? Your desire to help pushes you to shove your hand into your purse and dig out your keys. You stick them in between your fingers like claws and press on ahead towards the plea for help.

Your work shoes click furiously against the pavement, mirroring your hammering heartbeat, as you rush into the unknown. You can just make out a figure, no, two figures: one, hunched over the other. The first figure, swathed in black, has their victim wrapped in some type of fabric. The other figure is sagging in the grip of the fabric, moaning softly in pain, breath hitching. Their eyes look enormous--white, bulging out of their face, terror-stricken.

The bulging, helpless gaze soon turns to you; they whimper, and in a moment the first figure straightens their back. They know you’re there.

You feel your bowels clench and the hand gripping your keys weakens; they drop to the ground, clattering so loud you could swear they echo. The dark figure slowly turns around, facing you, and your hand instinctively clutches your crucifix.

It’s… not human. Its eyes are black. Blood and bits of skin cling to their chin. Their mouth, partially open, reveals two sharp fangs.

A vampire.

All of your childish fears flood your mind in an instant; years of nightmares and novels and terrified tip-toeing into your parent’s bedrooms because you swear you heard something scratching at the window and-no-it-wasn’t-a-branch.

The creature releases the other figure. You notice dimly that their body drops on the ground, unceremoniously, ashen grey and lifeless. The fabric that had encircled them seems to slither back to the first figure on its own accord, wrapping around its neck.

You back up in horror, thinking foolishly, nonsensically, that if you can just make it back into the street you’ll be safe. You don’t take more than a step or two before your shirt is suddenly gripped, and you are slammed against the wall.

Your breath comes in terrible, ragged pants as you look up at the creature’s face. Up close, it was even more unearthly. The smell of dirt and stone filled your nostrils. It reminded you of fresh graves you used to smell on the way to school, walking past the cemetery with your fingers crossed so hard that they hurt. Its skin had a strange, pink clamminess to it; the black eyes seemed to dance with shadow. But it was the fangs, and the mouth, covered in drying blood and gore, that had your attention.

The creature, still gripping your shirt tightly in one hand, brings the other up to your face. Its hands are surprisingly clean, with fingernails filed into sharp points. You whimper when you feel a finger run along your cheek. It feels like a razor, and you swear you can feel blood already dribbling from a cut.

The creature leans in, and you groan in terror at the sight of the fangs and blood and its tongue darting out to lick your cheek. The fear overtakes your body, bringing back your almost primal childhood responses, and the hand holding your crucifix trembles as you begin whispering wildly, feverishly: Lord-protect-me-lord-please-please-please.

At your pleas, the creature stops; it seems to notice your hand tightly fisted around the crucifix. Its cold, clammy hand peels at your fingers, and you let go with a numb lack of resistance. At the sight of the crucifix, you see it smile. Not cruel, exactly. But… smiling in pity. In condescension.

You whimper as it tugs at the necklace and easily drops it on the ground, as if it was just another trinket.

“You’re so helpless,” the creature says, looking down at you with its mild, condescending gaze.

You simply stare back, frozen in fear and unsure of what to do, what will happen, if you will die and how horrible it will be. You find yourself staring at its eyes, eager to avoid the bloody mouth. Its black eyes seem to dance with shadows; from far away, they were simply pure black, but up close you can see things in them. Shapes. Figures.

Taking advantage of your state, the creature gently traces the outline of your jaw with the pad of its fingers, carefully avoiding slicing open your skin.

“And you know it… don’t you? That’s why you wear that necklace, that’s why you cross your fingers when you walk by a graveyard…” His voice is soft, almost soothing.

His words make your voice return, if only to express your terror-soaked confusion. “How--how did you know that I cross my fingers…” You don’t finish, swallowing thin amounts of saliva. You want water.

The creature tuts, and traces a finger softly down to your neck. Your entire body shudders. “I’ve known everything about you since the moment I saw you. An entire lifetime in a few seconds. Such a short life… you go from dust to dust in no time at all, don’t you?”

You try to stutter out a response, but you suddenly feel its sharp nail piercing your neck and the pain stops your thoughts. “No--” you say, thin and sad and mortal. “Please, I don’t want to die.”

It tilts up your chin with a bloody nail. Your eyes are drawn to its dark eyes, and the swirling shapes within, as it smiles. Its fangs are still bloody.

��You won’t die, dear. You’ll see… when I finish, you’ll see..”

You don’t have time to ask what he means before he lunges towards your neck, biting into the soft flesh with sharp, jagged fangs. You cry out, disbelieving, startled by the pain and the sudden feeling of cloth wrapped tightly around your limbs, keeping you stock-still as he tore into your throat. 

The smell of blood enveloped your nostrils and the sickening realization that it was your blood, your life force, being sucked down greedily strikes you as terribly cruel. The sensation of hot liquid dribbling down your neck does nothing to lessen the thought. 

The pain never lessens, but your energy seems to fade, bit by bit, as he feasts on you. Your mind feels fuzzy and you briefly begin to pray inside your head, over and over; something you used to say before bed as a child, giving you a frenzied sense of peace as your vision starts to blacken. But your prayers are interrupted by the creature’s low voice.

“No need for that, dearest. Drink.”

You can’t lift your head to ask him what he means. Drink? You want water. You open your mouth.

Instead he shoves his wrist, open and bleeding, onto your gasping face. You unwillingly swallow the thick red substance; instead of iron, you taste sweet, beautiful relief. But with it comes what the creature meant when he said “you’ll see.

Because you do see, then. You see the vampire’s life, hundreds of hundreds of years, rushing by like a moving picture. You see thousands of victims, dead and lifeless, dropping to the ground when he’s finished with them. 

You see dozens of others, men and women, petted and bitten and turned into creatures of the night. You see them kept and coddled, bound by blood and sometimes chains; you feel their bitterness and elation and even, sometimes, love for their maker. You feel his love for them, his pity and control and his frustration when they fight him.

But most of all you feel the weight of eternity, pressing upon you from all sides. There would be no death, from accident or old age, for you; no decaying body rotting inside a wooden coffin as cities are built on top of you; no crumbling into dust, no fading away. Only life eternal, surrounded by darkness and doomed to kill forever.

You feel your soul withering away as you black out; the last feeling being the sense of the creature--your maker, you realize, your maker--carrying you in his arms.

“We’re damned to live forever with no release, no end.”

[murder-raven13]

My Haikyuu Ships pt. 2

A/N: This is the continuation of my Haikyuu ships and the reason I ship them. 

Warning(s): cursing, somehow these kind of turned into small relationship headcanons for some of them, not proofread, looooong

Word Count: 2,373

Part 1 Part 3

Yaku x Lev

Honestly, the height different is a big deal for me. So fucking cute, like...just what? Plus, Yaku is a grumpy smol and Lev is a happy toll and I just-

But Yaku is grumpy chaotic and Lev is puppy [and a little oblivious] chaotic and them together is just adorable chaotic. Lev irritates Yaku so much in the beginning [which, like, understandable; Lev’s a cocky idiot], but manages to learn how to deal with him. Develops an exasperated fondness for the giant. Lev learns how to control himself a little because of Yaku [this is partly because now Lev has a singular target for his mischief]. They’re just so cute and Yaku is so done [was highkey mad at himself when he caught feelings]. Lev was definitely to type to fall in love at first sight. 

Suga x Oikawa

Okay, Okay, so like I don’t know how this one started for me. But I love them, okay? They don’t like each other at first because they’re rivals, not just because they’re on different teams but because they’re both setters. But then Oikawa also thinks Suga is unfairly pretty [who doesn’t?] and Suga returns the sentiment [the level of pretty in this relationship should be illegal; it has reached critical mass]. And then Oikawa finds that Suga is an instigating little gremlin who physically abuses people as a form of affection. And Suga finds that Oikawa is super dedicated and a literal perfect director when it comes to people [he can literally make anyone sing any tune he wants with his smile]. So, these two get along like a house on fire. Two manipulative meanies. They get into so much mischief together [Iwaizumi swears he’s going to kill them or himself]. But they also are just really soft. Like, Oikawa will burrow himself into Suga’s side no matter where there are or what position they’re in [clingy baby]. And Suga will bury his hands in Oikawa’s sweater whenever they’re cold [loves the way Oikawa will shriek if he touches his skin with his cold hands]. They leave sticky notes in each other’s bags or random places for the other to find [eventually] with little compliments or things on them. Just, they’re conniving, adorable bastards and I hate them. 

Terushima x Daichi

This is another one where I don’t know where the fuck it came from. I’m not even sure I have a reason behind this other than Terushima being a smug asshole and Daichi having none of it. Terushima is a ball of reckless energy and he doesn’t take anything seriously despite being ridiculously intelligent [boy is in Class 7]. And Daichi, bless his soul, is a dad. All he does is take shit seriously and chorale reckless idiots onto the right path. So, when they get together, Terushima ensures that Daichi lets loose and doesn’t forget to take care of himself [by making sure he’s not too stressed or overworking himself]. And Daichi is, like, all of Terushima’s impulse control. Honestly the only reason Terushima doesn’t die. So, they keep each other on track and make sure that each is happy and doing their best. Just a very chill, well-balanced couple. 

Ushijima x Tendou

These are both my babies and I cannot with them. Their cuteness hurts me. Ushijima is so stoic and so single-mindedly dedicated to the things that matter to him and the list of things that matter to him is short: volleyball, his family, and Tendou. That’s it. Man is legit just completely dedicated to Tendou, no questions asked, would help him bury a body. But he sucks at communication and showing his emotions. And that’s never been a problem with Tendou. Tendou never got tired of talking to him, never stopped trying to include him, was never bothered by how little Ushijima talked and Ushijima literally loves this man so much. And Tendou, my adorable little baby, was so lonely and so insecure. He expected everyone to judge him for his appearance or to leave him because he’s annoying or a freak. But Ushijima literally does not care about Tendou’s looks not being conventional; he thinks he’s attractive all the same and has no problem telling Tendou this. And Ushijima has made a sustained effort to interact with Tendou’s interests because he knows it makes Tendou happy [Tendou talks to him about his interests, so Ushijima makes sure he knows all of them so these conversations can happen]. Just, they’re so perfect, I can’t.

Tendou x Semi

Big, energetic Tendou with grumpy, stoic Semi. Gives me life. Semi acts irritated with Tendou’s antics, but he loves them, really. And Tendou knows it, too. Teasing little shit; Semi never gets a break. Tendou helps Semi whenever he’s feeling down because he’s not doing as well as he hoped [Semi wants to be the best but being the best is hard]. And Semi helps Tendou remember that opinions don’t matter; that he likes Tendou for all those weird, annoying qualities Tendou sometimes hates. They’re very sweet and, surprisingly, Semi is the one that initiates most serious physical contact [he initiates their first kiss, their first real hug, their first cuddle session, their first time, all of it] because Tendou wants to make sure that everything is going at Semi’s pace since Semi isn’t as comfortable with touch or intimacy. A very sweet, yet playful couple. 

Shirabu x Goshiki

The small, itty-bitty amount of information I’ve been given about these boys is criminal. But I’ve seen enough to ship this. Goshiki is overzealous and a people pleaser; he just wants to be good enough to be great. One of the ones that wants to prove himself more than anything else. Praise is received extremely well. Shirabu, on the other hand, wants the opposite. He doesn’t want to be the best, he doesn’t want to be the one everyone relies on. He wants to be more of an invisible support beam, a minor cog in an overall grand and powerful machine. He’s not very forthcoming with his emotion, unless that emotion is annoyance or disdain. Goshiki tries to be cool, but can’t really keep his emotions in check very well. So, they, as a couple, play a kind of tug-of-war. Goshiki constantly pulls for more and Shirabu constantly pulls for less, which keeps the two of them balanced, putting out just enough that they’re constantly improving, just in subtle ways instead of grandiose ones. Shirabu tries to pretend he’s not a softie, but he is [only for Goshiki, though, who basks in the little moments Shirabu lets him have of uninhabited affection, whose rarity makes them worth the world to Goshiki]. 

Nishinoya x Tsukishima

This one came about because of the lowkey abusive relationship Noya has with Tsukishima. Noya is like 5′2 and Tsukki is like a whole foot taller. Yet Noya can and will stand up to Tsukki and let him know when he’s being an ass, physical methods used as necessary [most of this is limited to hitting his side or messing with his glasses if Tsukki’s face is within reach]. Noya will also mock Tsukki, playfully, and reminds him of his age, which is good for Tsukki because he’s chronically withering inside his little tsundre shell. Noya is also highkey really supportive. Whenever Tsukki does something good, no matter how subtle it is, Noya is there to give him recognition for it, which, again, reminds Tsukki that he can be nicer and that Noya can see him even when he’s trying to hide. And Noya has fun with Tsukki because he keeps him on his toes; they have a fun relationship built of just the right amount of trust and ‘lets remember to have fun’.

Daichi x Kuroo

My captain babes. Daichi and Kuroo both have very forthcoming personalities. But Kuroo is much better at remembering that it’s important he acts goofy and stupid sometimes because he’s a student, a kid, and carry a lot of stress. Daichi isn’t so good at this. He’s gotten so used to dealing with reckless children that need him to be a serious iron fist that he’s forgotten that he needs to let go sometimes and that that’s okay. Kuroo helps him remember this. And their relationship is built around understanding. When one needs help or a little space to deal with their serious stuff, the other is right there to be the pillar they need. If they need to goof around and forget a little, they’re there and prepped with hot chocolate and bad trivia games that Daichi sucks at. When they’re both stressed under piles of work, they never forget the other. They’ll sit next to each other at the table, on the bed, on the couch, the floor, with their legs or their shoulders or their feet lightly touching, just as a reminder that they’re there. If one falls asleep, the other will save their work and haul them to bed because sleeping slumped over isn’t any good. Out of my ships, this is definitely one of the best, in terms of matching and functionality as a serious couple. 

Kuroo x Bokuto

They’re relationship isn’t as serious. Bokuto is a refugee for Kuroo, a place where he can unapologetically turn his brain off. He doesn’t have to be a captain or responsible or the top of his class. He can just be Kuroo and Bokuto has fun with him. They go on adventures and play volleyball together, experimenting with new moves or ideas all the time. Definitely the couple that would regularly go to the amusement park or the fair. Kuroo gives Bokuto his undivided attention whenever they’re together and spoils the hell out of him and Bokuto’s mood swings don’t bother him, he knows what to do. Boys are very committed to each other; they can’t imagine ever not being together because their relationship is just so fun and comfortable. It’s safe and loving, without a doubt, because they are, first and foremost, best friends. 

Yaku x Kuroo

Hated each other at first because their middle school teams were rivals. And Yaku’s a grumpy little gremlin that can be a little too serious sometimes. But that’s just until he relaxes. Once he’s comfortable with people, he gets a lot less serious and just a little less grumpy [he’s an angry smol and my mind cannot be changed]. But he loves Kuroo. Can’t help snorting at Kuroo’s god awful chemistry pickup lines; they’re just that bad. He loves them, though. And he can throw them right back. They have chemistry and physics debates all the time, often while doing something completely non-serious, like Twister or that headband game. Kenma can’t stand being around them because they throw insults at each other like they’re compliments, loving voices and touches and all. Kuroo is always touching Yaku, will literally reach for him completely subconsciously, a fact Yaku mocks him ruthlessly for despite that fact that he always adjusts himself to fit the contact better [because he’s just as clingy as Kuroo, just not as openly]. Sickeningly cute behind closed doors, only mildly affectionate in public. 

Oikawa x Kuroo

A couple that met later in life. I ship them as college students, to be honest. But they would be cute. Kuroo is goofy and a science nerd; Oikawa would alien talk him into a stupor. Iwaizumi is just glad he is no longer the sole participant in Oikawa’s space conversations. These two would casually come up with plans to demolish their opponent’s spirit and have fun doing it. Plot murder together on a regular Tuesday night. Would definitely be able to calm the other down when they began to take shit too far. 

Ushijima x Oikawa

[Can y’all tell I’m a whore for the enemies to lovers trope?]

Ushijima is a huge ball of attractive stoic that doesn’t know how to properly act on his feelings. Has always admired Oikawa as a setter [legit has crushed on this boy since the first time they plated a game together in middle school and Oikawa vowed to beat him]. Ushijima has no problem telling Oikawa how much he admires his playing, his skill, and his determination to win no matter what. Oikawa had no idea in high school that Ushijima’s interactions with him were Ushijima’s way of showing he liked him. He saw it as antagonization because Ushijima thought he was better [Ushijima thought they would have been their best together]. His growing feelings for Ushijima forced Oikawa to face some of his own securities and grow as a person. Had to go through almost an entire identity crisis when he realized he was in love with Ushijima of all people. Iwaizumi wanted to throw his entire phone away Oikawa called him to whine so much. And Oikawa’s lack of understanding Ushijima’s advances forced Ushijima to become more adept at reading others and expressing his own feelings in a concise, clear way. 

Kenma x Yamamoto

This is my favorite Kenma ship and one of my favorite overall ships. Let me tell you why. I did not ship them until season 4 because I didn’t know much about their relationship until then. But Tora and Kenma are another set that didn’t get along at first. Their personalities makes them natural antagonists to the other. Yamamoto is a try hard and always gives 120% in everything he does. Kenma is the type to give a very efficient 70%, meaning that he finds the best ways to get the same results 100% would have gotten, just without as much work put into it. And they have such a grudging respect for the other at first, once they begin to come to terms with the other. That respect grows and becomes the foundation for their relationship. They know that the other is going to do their job and they’re going to do it well. They have complete faith in the other and when they work together, their personalities become magnified. Kenma relies on Tora to be forthcoming and Tora expects Kenma to find the best way to do things. They just, they’re perfect, and I love them. Please, why is there so little content for this ship?

On that note, Imma end this. There will probably most definitely be a part 3 to this because I don’t have free time, but that’s never stopped me. 

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

MINNIE SENPAI!! blease do E, I, K, L, N, O, W, Z for Leo? 🥺💖 (i might have gone overboard, so feel free to choose the ones you like the most fhdgk)

Haha, welcome welcome!! I’m honored kouhai, please don’t worry! 💖💖💖 I hope you enjoy this post~ 

Under a cut for length, yet again LOL

Fluffy ABC headcanons listed here for requests!

E = Emotions (how does he express emotion around her?)

Bold of you to insinuate Leonardo has emotions that aren’t imposed against his will HAHAHA. Just kidding, but he does have a hard time not clowning and hiding what he’s feeling. Say it with me kids, repression. That being said, I think he will always have a hard time expressing himself without hesitation in his relationship. His first instinct is to soothe and protect; he doesn’t really know how to put himself first, very few people have ever cared to put him first in his life. One of the hardest things about being capable with the mental acuity of a blade is that everyone just kinda assumes you'll be fine (compounded by the fact that he feels burdensome asking for help). And while there’s no doubt he can take care of himself, everybody needs a daijoubu from time to time ;-;. I like to hope that his MC will be able to see through to the truth of his feelings over time--even if he doesn’t openly enumerate them--before he can smother his emotional needs into silence. Furthermore, I think he would be a little more open/obvious about the depth of his love over time because, at some point, those feelings would accumulate to the point of overflow.

With Leonardo, vulnerability is a slow burn; he will reveal what he’s thinking someday, but today is not that day. Have patience, be gentle with his absolute clown self-neglect, try to meet him halfway; that trust will inspire him to be everything he thought he never could be for someone else. 

In the meantime:

One of the key signals when it comes to Leonardo is to pay attention to when he’s seeking to spoil her. If he’s being extra uwu, that’s a surefire sign he’s Coping™ by channeling those more negative feelings into making her happy. He thinks the best way to handle The Bad Feels and/or concern for her is to redirect that energy into something constructive, and what better outcome could there be than her pouting or giving him that dazzling smile of hers? 

Honestly, with Leonardo, he tends to convert emotion into action--she will know the warmth of his love long before he ever says it out loud. 

He has a hard time articulating his feelings, so asking him to say them outright might be hard on him--it might not be the best immediate go-to. Spoil him out of the blue, instead. She’ll seek him out and just sit in his lap and cuddle for a nap sessh completely without warning, hold him tight so that he knows she’s here no matter what. She’ll indulge his cute needy moments and lounge in bed all morning together, hold his hand first when they go out, take charge in the bedroom; she’ll show him he’s wanted and needed before he can even think to doubt himself. Murmur compliments to him, make him things he loves to eat, give him a back rub unprompted. It’s the simple awareness of what he enjoys and the execution of it before he can prepare that utterly decimates him into revealing the feelings he keeps under tight control. 

He is a lover that thrives on spontaneity and burning, silent consideration for the person he cherishes. The most adorable thing about this is that he is absolutely lost when the same tactic is used against him, he’s utterly defenseless to it!! (look at me. He has zero emotional object permanence. The mere prospect that somebody would worry about him first would send him into shock. And remember: the way people give love can often be the most powerful way they receive it, too.) The sacred texts!! She can use them to make him smile that smile that lets her know he’s an absolute goner for her without the need for words; the smile that says “it will always be you. It can only ever be you.”

When he’s happy, he literally just spoils her with more energy and teasing--expect a lot of wild fun and laughter when he’s in a good mood. He will have exceptionally tender moments now and again (say after a bad nightmare of losing her, for example) where he won’t say anything at all, just holds her close. He needs to know that she’s still here, that she’s okay. It is a rare and huge act of emotional trust; MC’s understanding and her easy proximity in these moments mean the world to him. When he’s distant and evasive, that is the time to give him some space before wedging her way inside. She won’t let him sit and stew in abysmal feelings; he has a bad habit of punishing himself too much or lingering on unhappy moments in his life. Despite how he seems he takes things incredibly seriously--to the point where he exhausts himself. 

When he’s jealous and feeling petulant, he will not hesitate bitch and will get surprisingly grumpy. She’ll coo at him and reassure him that he’s the only one for her, and he’ll calm in the circle of her arms. Fun bonus: he’ll be embarrassed/mortified about being out of control later and she has ENDLESS fun teasing him just a little, even better if he punishes her with a good bangarang. Anger and irritation are emotions he tends to leave be, but if someone directs any kind of threat to MC (or an innocent in general) every trace of his jovial nature dissolves in milliseconds. He is swift, decisive, and deadly when he’s belligerent; he is the last person to push too far. He will often regret it later or worry about scaring MC, but it really does only happen once in a great while. She always reassures him that she knows he only did what he felt he had to in the moment.

You can just hear the Leonardo stan in me, lord jesus

I = Injury (how would he react if she got hurt?)

OH GOD KILL ME FUCKING SOFTLY AUGHGHGHGHGGH

I think it would depend on the injury. If it’s something like a papercut or a scratch, he’ll just be like “yare yare cara mia, be a little more careful next time, yeah?” Will bandage her up and disinfect because he knows enough about medicine to be cautious. Plenty attentive, will probably tease her about being a klutz and/or tell her to ask for help next time. Everything you would expect from Leonardo, essentially; equal parts light-hearted and responsible.

NOW WE GONNA GET SPOICY

If the injury is much more intense--say a broken limb, or deep gashes, so on and so forth--I see Leonardo being very, very grim. His lips would be pursed into a firm line, blanched white from the pressure, and his first step would be to get her out of the danger at any cost to himself. Following his ability to get her to a safe place, he would begin to tend the wound as gently as possible, asking questions to gauge the severity with single-minded concentration. “Where does it hurt? Rate the pain, describe what it feels like. Can you move the injured limb?” He will use whatever he has at his disposal to minimize her suffering if he can’t get her to a doctor immediately. If she requires treatment from someone else, he will be beside himself the entire time; chain-smoking, pacing, running his hands through his hair nonstop. He has ants in his pants until he sees her with color in her face, eyes bright again.

May I offer: They are 100% that couple (in which Leonardo is the one that falls asleep at her bedside) that’s like “you look like shit.” “look who’s talking, stupid.” and they just start laughing, mutually relieved.

During her recovery, he will be incredibly gentle but also subliminally alert. Anything she needs, she gets. If she tries to return to a normal pace of life too fast, he is straight up just picking her up and putting her back in that recovery bed. He ain’t playin’--don’t test him on this. He’s usually pretty easygoing, but he will snap at anyone who isn’t careful with her in this state. He will not take any further risk to her life. (He’s not usually brittle, but under severe conditions he can be.) He’ll tease her from time to time, but it’s much more mild than usual; he’s too consumed with concern to let her get worked up. He’s never really had to deal with a prolonged state of physical helplessness personally, but he’s seen enough in his life to know it can be really taxing on a person’s mind. There will be a thin veneer of calm, only there to keep her relaxed and to ensure the stability of her mental health. He knows that if he shows too much distress, he’s only going to worry her further--and that’s the last thing he wants. He will spend the majority of his time acquiring as many distractions as humanly possible, even if he has to be the distraction; anything to get her mind off of darker things.

When she’s back to normal, he’ll still be on alert for a short while before he goes back to his usual clowning self; might be a little more protective and cautious than usual, or be a little paranoid about the specific thing that caused her harm. (No Leonardo, we need kitchen knives--how else are we going to cut the carrots?? Please relax.) He doesn’t want that kind of heart attack again anytime soon;;;;

Honestly, it’s very likely that MC will have to be the one to remind him that she’s fully recovered--and not quite so fragile--well after she’s returned to the normal pace of life.

K = Kisses (how does he like to kiss her?)

Mah heart, mah soul

When it comes to kisses, Leonardo will vary extensively. Will give her teasing pecks intended to make her grab hold of him and force him to linger, smirking into the kiss as she’s instigated to deepen it. When he’s feeling particularly overwhelmed with feeling--say when he’s jealous or frustrated--his kisses will be dizzying; sucking on her tongue and nipping at her lips, caging her against him as he unleashes all of the desire that was building inside him. The intent will be to drown her in passion. Lazy kisses before/after a nap, where he just wants to revel in the heat of her for a moment--express his affection on a whim--before dozing off. And last, but certainly not least, he will kiss her with the express intent of marking her. Due to his inability refusal to bite her, he seeks to relieve that instinct with hickeys all over her body (most frequently around the chest and neck, sometimes along her thighs and hips when he has fun downtown).

L = Love (how does he show her that he loves her?)

This man is Acts of Service through and through when it comes to showing his love. He is exceptionally observant and sensitive to the feelings of others, so the second he sees her in need he is already seeking an externalized solution. His usual modus operandi is to enact his love as covertly as possible; he doesn’t want her feeling guilty for troubling him. That being said, if he has to be direct--he will be. He won’t ever force her, but he will remind her that he is here and that he wants to help more than anything else. If she needs time on her own he’s happy to give it (even if he pouts and fidgets restlessly the whole time). His most acute expression of love is his reliability: taking care of people is the first way he knows how to express affection.

While that tends to be his primary method, it by no means insinuates that he won’t show affection in other ways. If he teases her, it’s because he wants her attention more than anything but is far too shy to say it directly (is he a middle schooler of a lover? Yes). More to the point, asking for her time and her attention is a way that he expresses love because it means he trusts her enough to know the signs, fulfill those needs, and realize that he meant no harm with his nonsense. Though it may sound odd, his desire to rely on her a little (insert is for me? meme) is his way of showing her he’s letting her in, and that’s a very real form of love considering how Herculean an effort it is for him to rely on someone else. It’s the same reason he will sometimes make his room an even bigger disaster zone than usual. He has every intention of cleaning up after himself, he just wants her to bust in and start fussing over him LMAO  (MC: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS LEONARDO?! Meanwhile Leonardo, an idiot full of uwus at the sight of his beloved exasperated, sitting in a pile of trash: Just according to keikaku)

As odd as it may sound, it’s almost like a weird reverse damsel in distress sort of dynamic? He carefully constructs situations where she can offer him help with the express purpose (and hope) that she will care enough to bust past his enfeebled defenses. It’s so oddly demure for this enormous punk of a man, but I find it adorable ;-;

Other ways he loves to show how he feels is to take her on trips or on little adventures. One of his favorite things to do is to watch her take in places he knows like the back of his hand--or even places new to him--with all the gleeful excitement of a little kid. It just warms him down to the marrow, and makes him have so much more fun than he ever could alone to see her buzz around nonstop. If he can encourage her to relax and take some time for herself in the process, to live for herself a little (she’s all too giving) then he considers the entire endeavor a success. All the effort is worth it if she can remember their time together with a smile Must You Hurt Me Like This, Leonardo.

One form of love that he will behead me for revealing is that he also sketches her all the time in his notebook, and will look to those little moments he’s captured whenever he’s feeling down or she’s not around. 

He will have times where, if he can’t convey something properly with his actions or through making love, he will level with her. He will take the time to try to explain his feelings with accuracy, and in these moments he is both sincere and heartfelt. While it is a more rare expression of love for him, it is earth shattering when he does. Not only because his feelings run so deep, but also because these moments are unmistakably raw. Leonardo knows that vulnerability is a simultaneous boon and bane; it can inspire so much mutual joy, but it can also mean the exposure of lifelong wounds. It means acknowledging that these feelings are real. Even if she never takes advantage of the truth, he is aware of how precarious that position can be the more intense this love gets. It means facing how hollow he will feel when she's gone--something he works very, very hard to look away from.

(A related addendum because I have brainworms: The reason that people love and trust Leonardo is not primarily based in his intellect, fairly natural charisma, or good looks (though they are very compelling elements of his person). I think what people really see is how--though Leonardo sees through to the truth of peoples’ hearts in seconds--he keeps their secrets and treats them with so much respect/gentleness. It’s this odd capacity to be seen without feeling exposed that makes him such a remarkable and interesting man, and why he grows so close to everyone’s hearts. People feel understood without the need for words, feel cared for without a second thought. That being said, I think he needs someone who is similar. A person who sees all that he is on the surface, but barring that forges deeper still to find and cradle those parts of him that still need so much healing/care.

There’s a reason one of the greatest hits to his heart in his MS--one of the moments MC most powerfully gets through to him--is when she essentially says “Don’t give me that. Nobody ever gets used to loss. When something hurts, it hurts.” Whether she realized it or not, she penetrated straight to his heart with those few words. The truth is often much simpler than we might assume, and no matter how much experience one has with certain emotions--particularly grief and loneliness--no amount of experience makes them hurt any less. We only grow better at concealing or coping with age...)

N = Nightmare (what is his worst fear?)

I have a list (from Comte). I keep them alphabetized.

Jkjk, but if I’m honest I think this man has a good amount of fear inside him. I’d say the highest ones up there would absolutely be losing MC very suddenly, or being the reason--whether directly or indirectly--she gets hurt (like if his familia came after her to get back at him? he would be devastated).

If it is a timeline where he does choose to turn her, he’s beside himself at the prospect of the turning process going horribly wrong. It’s an unpredictable transition, and if she were to come back mentally broken or in constant pain (immortal wounds/aberrant) I think it would really fuck him up emotionally. He would blame himself without a doubt ;-; and that’s assuming she doesn’t hate his ass for the rest of eternity if it does go well (Leonardo I am begging you to use one brain cell)

O = Oddity (what is one quirk he has?) This one’s just a crack hc so if you were taking me seriously for any amt of this post, this is my suggestion that you stop

Leonardo is a man of many idiosyncrasies; among them an incapacity to dance and writing in a mirrored hand. 

Another one is his absolute hatred for mint. One of Comte’s favorite things to do to mess with Leonardo is to stuff the drawers in his desk with peppermint candies to ward off his old friend and make him stop sleeping under his desk (like how people will use salt for demons!). He will also drink mint tea if he’s feeling particularly irritated with Leonardo’s antics, like if he’s received a ton of letters from Leonardo’s familia. Tells him to come to his office and the place is SUFFUSED in the scent of mint. Comte is just sitting at his desk with the stack, wearing that incorrigible look like “If I must suffer, so must you.” 

One time--before MC was aware of this quirk--she had some chocolate that had mint in it after dinner. Leonardo kissed her without knowing (he came in late) and literally died where he was standing; he was biting his tongue to keep from gagging. MC just o: ???? because she’s never seen him make that grimace, especially after sharing a kiss. Comte was in fucking tears laughing at the head of the dining table while Napoleon and Sebastian were both fighting a smile--Arthur was outright wheezing. Isaac, blushing and coughing lightly into his fist, offers the explanation that Leonardo hates mint-flavored things and the scent of it makes him queasy. 

W = Warrior (how does he feel about her fighting? Would he fight for her, beside her, etc?)

Man, this one’s tough, but if I’m honest I think he would be conflicted. On the one hand, he thinks it’s badass and hot as all fuck that she knows how to hold her own in a brawl; he can’t deny it’s sexy and reassuring (he has to resist the urge to gaud her into punching him). But. That knowledge also comes with a lot of concern. Was she in a place or around people that never once looked after her? Or was it a safety precaution? He will think deeply about the implications of her capabilities, and ask about it openly if he can’t deduce the reasons from afar. He will see it as very important information in regards to how to look after her properly.

That being said, I don’t think he would let his MC fight unless there was literally no other conceivable choice (say she was attacked while he wasn’t there or before he could intercept the blow). He would literally rather fall on a sword than see her get hurt. He’s durable and used to pain; he’d rather suffer and heal fast than see her sustain a single scar or bruise. Even if it makes her angry, he’ll take a hit and ask her to stay behind him every single time without fail. He’ll accept her frustration about it and will feel that it is perfectly valid to be annoyed with him. It still won’t make him budge, though. 

Z = Zen (what makes him feel calm?)

Naps and lingering in bed well after morning with MC make this man happier and calmer than anything this world has ever seen. He loves that in those moments they aren’t thinking about anything else but each other, and he can indulge in the certainty of her presence in his life and so close to his heart. He can use the excuse of drowsiness to be tender, making love with a slow, devastating build to pleasure--hand entwined with hers against the sheets. 

Failing that, he goes to things that stimulate his senses to find calm--he can’t really relax if his hands and/or mind aren’t occupied (i.e. cigarillos lmao). It’s why he’s often in the library; he’s always seeking new information and conundrums to sort out mentally if he doesn’t have the energy to go out and about. If he’s in his room he’ll be drafting diagrams, coming up with new concepts and architectural schematics, even making trinkets for MC or fixing something in the mansion. If he needs a change of scene or has the spoons, he’ll make a trip to town to help people with any problems that need solving, or find some excuse to go looking for and tease MC HAHA (he’s a little shit, but he’s our little shit úwù)

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 4: But His Name Backwards is Nomolos????

World is still kind of a mess, so lets go back to Yugioh, during an arc that is so incredibly tame that no one has died. Not even a little bit. No one has risked the destruction of the ecosystem with Pegasus’ historical fanart drawn on digital playing card. No angry gods have done really anything. They’re all on break.

Except for Pharaoh, but Pharaoh isn’t that angry anymore ever since the Orichalcos thing. He mostly just talks about card matches I couldn’t care less about because it’s Grandpa and Joey.

hey you know what bro just noticed that I haven’t noticed over these past 4 seasons--Look at Yugi and Yami’s hair.

Yugi’s hair has 3 extra floppy down bangs by his eyes. I just always assumed those were the same number as Pharaoh’s bangs--but turns out no, those are Pharoah’s streaks but flopped down.

Which means when he de-charges, his hair just flops over directly into his eyes.

And now I have an urge to animate something for the first time in years (spoiler: I do not have the time to animate this.) because WHY would they never animate this hair flop for us??? The POTENTIAL.

Grandpa spends most of the time saying “Joseph, can you guess what card I’m holding???” and Joey is like “Why would I tell you that? I’m trying to play a game? Would you stop explaining the rules? it’s getting kind of weird.” and I got a little bit of an insight into what the homelife of Yugi Muto must have been like growing up with a Grandpa who is just always talking about cards.

It does explain why Yugi plays so freakin slow, though.

(read more under the cut)

This is clearly just a visual gag but also maybe this is also how the Doctor just gets around?

Speaking of visual gags and getting around, it’s our two most inconsequential minibosses, refusing to leave the series.

Y’all let me know last time that we are in fact, still in America, and I guess this is proof of it, because there’s no other way they could have walked here. I mean Yugioh is real bad at geography but they seem to have a good grasp of a big ass ocean existing betwixt Japan and the US.

Not sure where they got those rad Hobbit outfits, though. If this is their new look, I’ll accept it.

(Yes, this is a new font. Again, I’m trying out stuff to try and make it accessible. I will figure this out before the season is over)

Honestly, I didn’t think Rex and Weevil could get much worse than being dead. Thought that maybe waking up in a hospital bed after joining the Big Bad would be enough of a wake up call to the direction their life is heading.

But, considering that this arc has no real villain so far other than a guy who likes the color purple and bathing in milk...maybe that’s fine. It’s not a BAD thing to play cards, necessarily. This doesn’t make them bad people...it’s what you do with those cards.

Like destroying a Caltrain with it, for instance.

Unless of course, the amount of energy it takes to do a card hologram is the same amount as an NFT, in which case I guess that would make them bad no matter who you play against. But we live in a universe with Noah in it, who probably had enough energy pumped into that orb to fuel like 15 Americas. Fossil fuels seem to be just fine in this universe.

In fact I don’t think it’s ever come up? Surprisingly, Seto Kaiba has never had to deal with an eco terrorist, unless you counted Raphael. That is hella rare for a 90′s early 00′s show. I feel like they were contractually obligated to have at least one fossil fuel episode.

Well, good for the Yugioh universe, who managed to solve the energy crisis off screen. Good for them.

PS Hawkins said this and afterward was like “I just want you kids to appreciate what you’re seeing here today.” and it’s like damn Hawkins. Condescend much? This old guy is like King of Throwing Shade While Appearing to be Helpful.

Anyway, the gimmick of Solomon Muto is that he plays a bunch of history cards. Arthur Hawkins was super excited about it, but I feel like the other kids were like “We straight up have never heard of any of these old ass cards for a reason.”

Bro has informed that this card also sucks ass IRL, and like...I’m not surprised.

(grandpa’s font has also changed to something he’s actually wearing, and to something that is way more legible.)

To think that during the time Grandpa spent trying to get this dragon working, he could have been researching the damn God Cards and helping Pharaoh figure out his past history. Youknow...that history stuff that he devotes his entire life to studying.

Course, maybe Grandpa was smart enough to know NOT do that. I feel like Grandpa putting the brakes on revealing Pharaoh’s history is reason enough to just not open that Pandora’s box, but that will be another arc, I guess. This one we’re just showing some ancient dragon merch to sell toys to kids IRL. Gotta have your episodes to remind you that Yugioh is in fact toys.

Also, Hawkins proceeded to point out to Yugi in a way without literally saying it, that Yugi doesn’t go home often enough to distract his Grandpa with cards.

Which Hawkins followed up by throwing shade at Joey Wheeler for the rest of the match, since he was the only one here who stans Grandpa. You can see who Rebecca gets it from, is what I’m saying.

Joey reveals his only motivation to be here--which should be to get a plane ticket. Like their only reason to be in this tournament is already done?

But his other motivation is silly.

uh huh.

Tristan really did lay this specific dunk in the show. He is being given a plane ticket to do nothing. Wow, Tristan.

At least Joey’s motivation isn’t based on fixing some girl. For once Joey is just doing this for himself and not for a relationship that will never happen for at least several years, or to be a Father for his oblivious Sister. Thank you, show. Course I say that, and there could be another Mai arc right around the corner.

Anyway, there really isn’t much else to say about this arc other than Joey has finally bested his mentor in a card game. Still can’t best Yugi or Pharaoh or Seto or hell, probably even Tea or Mokuba if they ever pulled out cards again...

...but he bested Grandpa, who got polished off by being beaten up by several thug-like holograms.

Not sure why he fell over other than...something in the holograms must be real in this universe. There’s no other reason this would happen!

(honestly I can’t handle Grandpa’s face. It looks. SO BAD. There’s something  offsetting about it that I really do not like, and I think it’s the eyes and the tiny nose and the very skeletal bone structure--I don't like it)

Like every person here is convinced that Yugi’s grandpa is one step away from keeling over and it’s low key hilarious to me. The man has died and been resurrected. You think Pegasus did that bad of a job??? Grandpa Muto will likely outlive all of you.

This show really can’t lift Joey without taking two more punches to get him back down. Like the show keeps telling me that Joey is a complete idiot, and he kind of is, but I want to point out that he is a talented idiot who was second in most of the tourney’s he’s been in and he should have killed Marik straight up if he wasn’t like struck by lightning first.

Yes, he got distracted and raced after Mai last season so he prematurely died, but that was clearly just a phase because I don’t see Mai here.

Yes, in the actual show, they each said “ohhhh” and it’s like...the brain damage on these kids. We need to get them back to school.

I think there’s like 30+ other characters introduced but the only ones I know are Rex, Weevil, Leon, and...the girl who hugged Yugi once? I don’t remember her name. But they’re probably next. I feel like this is a bit of a slower arc, but hey, if anything it’s easier for me to cap.

anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to read these in Chrono Order!

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

I’ll have you know I wrote this whole thing thinking Nomolos is a Fleet Foxes song and it hellllllllla got stuck in my head, but it turns out the word I was thinking of is Mykonos.

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Escape

Summary: The Red Room haunts you, from the moment you stepped foot inside to long after you’ve left. Truth is, you don’t think there is any escaping it.

Warnings: 18+ Violence, Depression, Mentions of Death, Smut

Chapter 4

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Things after the snap happened pretty orderly and quite fast. In no time you all were back in New York at the compound which was deserted. 

The team wasted no time looking for solutions and checking in every possible way to ensure that half the population was actually gone. Which it was. Half all living things on earth got snapped.

Including half the team. While there had been the slightest bit of lifted spirits when Tony was brought back by Carol, the darkness returned after the mission to The Garden.

With no hope of getting everyone back once the stones were destroyed, the team killed Thanos and returned to the compound.

It was so incredibly clear how much each and every last person on the team loved and cared for each other.

Even though you hadn’t been attached to anyone on the team it did suck entirely to see them get snapped and then watch the other half fall apart.

Their parting was gradual.

The first person to leave was Thor. The god didn’t stick around long. Not only did the last of his people need him, he also wasn’t in the right head space.

Steve and Natasha had mentioned how much he lost before and after Thanos so it was no surprise that he was pretty depressed.

Having experienced it yourself, you saw the signs. Little by little he stopped sleeping, started eating a lot, and then just got incredibly quiet. One day you looked up and he was gone.

You couldn’t deny that you were worried about him. But there wasn’t much you could do, so you just hoped his people were able to help him.

Tony left next. Though he stuck around for a month or two to get better. Over that time you’d had a few conversations with him, which didn’t reveal much apart from his sarcastic and aloof ways.

What made you two closer was your knowledge of Science and Technology. He was thoroughly surprised to find out how much you knew. All of which came from being around HYDRA scientists and being force fed knowledge in the Red Room.

Little moments in the lab with the billionaire genius included light banter, the occasional joke, and a lot of competitiveness.

You hated saying goodbye to your new found friend but you were overly use to people leaving so you hugged him and his fiancé and went on as if nothing had changed.

Bruce left after. Every so often the doctor had joined you and Tony in the lab.

Knowing very little of his history with Natasha made it slightly easier to get to know him, but there was always a lingering air of tension between you two. You both had/have feelings for the incredible woman and that couldn’t be ignored.

The conversation about it came unexpectedly while you were working on new security measures for the compound.

Tony had enlisted you and Bruce to do it, which left the two of you in the lab for hours on end.

You are tinkering with metal plates meant to withstand bullets and 1 kiloton when the man drops his tools and sighs.

Metal clanging interrupts the silence and you look up at him.

“Look Y/N, I know you have feelings for Nat, I can’t blame you, she’s amazing, and I know you know I have feelings for her. I just hope you don’t hate me for it.”

You raise a brow,“ why would you assume I hate you?”

“Well you- we haven’t-” The doctor stammers over his words nervously.

As you walk over to the man you realize how soft you’re starting to become around these people.

Making friends and comforting people is not your thing but there was something about being around the team, the way they were with each other, it’s hard not to start to feel that way for them.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you squeeze it,“ I don’t hate you Bruce. If not for the last few weeks I’d barely know you. Quite frankly I think you’re pretty damn cool, if not a little dorky.”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“And as you mentioned, I can’t blame you for having feelings for Natasha. She’s a badass and she’s intelligent and surprisingly funny, sweet, and-”

“You love her.” He stops you.

That is not something you’ve admitted. You’re sure Natasha knows, or she knew at least. Then again maybe she didn’t.

“Wh- I- how’d you-”

Bruce nods,“ you do. Which is good. I think Natasha deserves someone who loves her.”

“She has that. All of you love her, you included Mister Banner.”

His silence piques your curiosity.

“Spit it out doctor.”

“I’m not sticking around Y/N. I can’t. It’s too much being here and constantly being reminded of-”

You nod,“ I get it. Really.”

“Just, don’t bail on her like I am.”

“I won’t.” Moving back to your work you add,“ just don’t leave without saying goodbye to her. She’ll understand.”

Apparently that conversation is all you two needed. The tension was no longer there. Even though you weren’t all laughs and smiles now, it was still a much better atmosphere.

The time ticks away easily, a couple more hours passing, before Natasha is coming into the lab.

Her green eyes narrow at the two of you, surprised to find you side by side working on the same thing as conversation flowed.

“Do you two plan to sleep in here?” She breaks you from your concentration.

Looking up at the red head you frown and glance at the clock.

2:14

“Oh shit. I didn’t realize how late it is.” You turn around and wash your hands,“ Bruce, maybe we can finish up later?”

While you did need to finish, you didn’t need Bruce to do it. Your question was more so to figure out if he’d still be here or not.

He looks over at you,“ not sure. I’ll let you know.”

“Okay. In the mean time, I am in dire need of food. Anybody else?”

Both Bruce and Natasha follow you into the kitchen.

Even in his absence Tony manages to take care of you all. He has people come in every so often to fully stock the kitchen and you make it a point to send a thanks when he does.

The options are seemingly endless, but your culinary skill isn’t so you find the ingredients for a simple pasta meal.

“I hope you guys are cool with Alfredo.”

“That sounds great.”

Steve’s voice just barely startles you, and also causes you to look for Bruce and Nat. Who aren’t around anymore.

“They were walking out when I came in.” Steve tells you.

You nod,“ okay. Glad you’re sticking around for dinner. Does that speak to your progress in Oakland?”

The super soldier, since Thanos, has been doing his best to fix the world. As much as it could be anyway. In terms of coping with everything.

He’s traveled to a few different states to assess and fix damage as well as starting a couple support groups. Every few weeks he comes back and spends a few days at the compound before taking off again.

Which left little time to actually get to know the Captain.

You two talk as you cook, distractedly so since your eyes keep wandering to the door. By the time you finish you expect Nat and Bruce to be back but they aren’t.

After plating the food, you serve Steve, put their plates away, and eat.

“Thanks for the food Y/N.” Steve calls on his way to shower.

“Anytime Cap.” You reply, lying down on a nearby couch.

Staying up so late is starting to take a toll on you. Your tiredness weighing your eyes down.

Not having the energy to fight sleep, you shut your eyes.

Much like the very few times you’ve fallen asleep in the past it starts with darkness, absolutely nothing. Then comes the millisecond of calm.

And then the red. Black shadows moving about. They ease closer and closer to you.

They pause. The white of their eyes bore into you and then they lunge. While you can’t actually feel them beating you, oddly enough it hurts.

But it gets worse. The beatings cease and the shadows focus on something else. Someone else.

They circle around your red headed love and helplessness feels you. Green eyes meet yours as the shadows get ready to attack her.

Y/N!

Y/N!

She calls for you and there’s nothing you can do. Your world shakes and you watch motionlessly.

Until it stops.

Your eyes snap open and you scramble away from the body in front of you.

“Y/N, hey, you’re okay.” Natasha’s sultry voice eases you from your panic.

Heavy breaths shake your body, heart pounding, as the woman comes over to you.

She moves carefully, like she’s afraid of scaring you off. Her hand reaches toward you and you, finally having calmed down, take it.

Natasha sits with you on the couch and smooths your slightly sweaty hair back.

A short silence flows between the both of you.

“How bad was it?” She asks.

You sigh,“ it was one of the worst ones.” The image of her frightened expression flickers through your mind.

“What was it about?”

The Russian wouldn’t dare speak to anyone about the nightmares she’s had but that’s different with you and if you need her she’s here.

“Do you-”

Her eyebrow raises.

You were about to ask if she remembers the Shadows. Silent, masked torturers, that handled all the disciplining in the Red Room. But you recall getting her out before she ever had to encounter them.

“Haunting of the past is all. I’m used to it.” You shrug off.

Knowing you won’t explain, she just scoots a little closer.

“Well if you ever want to talk about those hauntings, I’m here.”

You pull your hands apart and hesitantly take one of hers, the red head immediately looking at the action.

Taking in her words and then thinking back to what Bruce said, you settle on a reply.

“I know you’re expecting me to leave at some point. I won’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Cause despite all the shit that’s happened lately, being with you made me realize how much I actually need you. Even if you don’t need me here I am.”

She sighs, her hand squeezing yours,“ if you’re lying I know how to find you.”

You can’t help but chuckle, knowing that she could one hundred percent find you if you left,“ I know. And I’m not. You’re stuck with me Natty.”

A blush coats her cheeks at the very old, slightly childish, nickname. Still she scoots even closer, her body pressing into yours.

You press the most delicate kiss on the top of her head.

Things may not be the least bit good, but you’re sure that as long as your with Natasha you’ll be okay.

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[ghostsray]

danny grows baby fangs

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Being friends with a rival ghost has its pros and cons. The pros are that Danny can call on them whenever he needs help fighting a bigger, badder ghost. The cons are that this does nothing to stop his ally from attacking him whenever they like.

He was awoken in the dead of night (pun intended) by his ghost sense escaping his throat. He quickly transformed and flew outside, preparing to fight a ghost wreaking havoc. Instead, he was met by Johnny, who asked for a spar.

Danny sighed and ran a hand across his face. "Really? You couldn't have picked a better time for this?"

"Of course not!" Johnny delightfully replied. "All the humans are asleep, so you don't have to worry about hurting any of them."

That was...surprisingly thoughtful. Still didn't make it any less annoying. Danny fixed him with a glare and said, "Johnny. I'm half human. I also need to sleep."

The ghost's eyes widened, and his mouth formed a circle. "Oh."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Can you go back to the GZ so I can get back to bed?"

Unfortunately, he already knew the answer he would receive when Johnny's face twisted into a wicked smirk. "But you're already here, aren't you? And I do have some energy I need to let out..."

"Dude, I swear..."

Danny didn't have time to finish his threat because the biker ghost was already sending his shadow to attack him. Inwardly, Danny groaned. Here he thought that he was making good progress this year in befriending his previous enemies, but it turns out they're too trained in Hating Danny On Sight to fully stop torturing him.

Danny blocked another swing from the shadow. He formed a ball of ectoplasm in his hands and used its light to fend the phantom off. As he watched it retreat, he bared his teeth at Johnny with a growl, trying to convey clearly that he wasn't happy.

For some reason, Johnny had the opposite reaction. He held up a hand to hold his shadow back and stared at Danny. "Wait, do that again," he said.

Danny frowned, confused. "Do what?"

"Bare your teeth."

Danny was Hella Confused, but he did as he was asked. Johnny clapped his hands and laughed.

"You're growing baby fangs!"

"...What."

The older ghost got closer until he was floating right in front of Danny's face. He pointed at the halfa's mouth, and his face adopted the kind of expression Jazz would make if she saw a baby animal. "Right there," the ghost said with a smile, "the cutest, widdwest baby fa--"

All of a sudden, a light enveloped Johnny, and he looked down to see the halfa sucking him into a Fenton thermos. "Hey! Not fair!" he whined, his voice shrinking as he went in.

"Sorry, but you deserved it," Danny spoke into the cylinder before he closed it.

He sunk from his spot in the air until his boots touched the ground. As soon as he did, he thought about what Johnny said. Now that he noticed, his gums were hurting. When he touched them with his tongue, he felt something sharp growing among his teeth. What did Johnny say? Fangs?

Danny looked at the building sitting across from his home. The lights indoors were all turned off, and the windows perfectly reflected the street and Danny on it. Danny let himself hover an inch off the ground and floated toward the glass. Once he got close enough, he studied his reflection.

Over the years, his ghost form had changed into something a bit more...ghostly. Before, the only parts of his appearance that changed were his eye and hair colors. Now, his hair became wispy, his skin grew tinted green, and even the freckles that had long ago faded from his human skin now literally glowed in ghost form.

Danny ignored these details. (He especially ignored how uncomfortable he felt seeing himself look less and less human.) Instead, he opened his mouth and focused on the trait Johnny pointed out to him.

Sure enough, two small, white points were growing from where his canine teeth should be. Danny stared. Were those really going to grow into fangs? Honestly, he's not sure why he was surprised. Pretty much every ghost he knew had fangs. Even Vlad did, and he's a halfa too.

He grinned at his reflection, and the reflection grinned back, showing off his brand new pair of fangs. Danny tried to imagine what the would look like on him once they grow, replacing the small points with something longer and sharper.

This was a mistake.

Suddenly the image before him seemed eerily familiar. Wispy hair, almost like fire. Greenish skin bordering on teal. Growing muscles underneath his jumpsuit. And fangs.

The grin was gone from Danny's face, but the reflection still smiled. Since when had its eyes turned red?

Danny took a shaky step back.

It was him.

The thermos slipped from his hands with a clunk. He gulped.

He was turning into him.

Fire entered Danny's nose. Fire, and the smell of burning flesh. He whipped around, eyes out of focus. The Nasty Burger. It was gone. The flames licked the sky and danced on where the building once stood.

His family. His friends. He couldn't save them.

"No," he softly said, as if that could erase the scene before him.

He dropped onto his knees on the pavement. The smoke stung his eyes and filled his lungs. He couldn't breathe.

"No," he repeated, gasping and gripping onto his hairs. "No, no, no."

His eyes fell on the thermos next to him. The metal surface reflected Danny's face, but it wasn't the face he saw in the mirror yesterday. It was his face from tomorrow. Red eyes, wispy hair, and grinning at him with long, sharp fangs.

An ecto-blast shot past his ear, jolting Danny back to reality. He looked up, his eyes finally focusing on someone standing over him...someone wearing a teal jumpsuit and red goggles...his mom?

But he saw her die, didn't he? There was the explosion, and...and she was blasted apart like everyone else...and then...oh, right.

It felt like he was finally waking up. The air around him was clear. He wasn't in front of the Nasty Burger, he was in front of his own house. And even if he was there, the restaurant would still be standing. The explosion never happened. Clockwork erased that timeline.

His family was still alive. Maddie was still alive.

A fact that helpfully made itself apparent by the gun she was pointing at him.

"Why are you doing that?" his mother asked, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Doing what?" he replied.

"Pretending to cry."

Danny touched his cheeks. Was he really crying? Sure enough, his gloves came back wet.

"Answer me, phantom," Maddie's voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and bitter.

Danny let his hands fall onto his lap and gulped. "I'm not pretending."

"Of course you are," Maddie stated matter-of-factly. "Ghosts can't shed genuine tears. After all, it's not like they can feel--"

"Yes, they can," Danny suddenly snapped. "They feel! All they do is feel! That's why they're aggressive. Not because they lack emotion, but because they're created from it! Not that it matters to you, since you never listen to what I say."

Maddie's jaw dropped. As soon as the words left Danny's mouth, he knew it was out of character for him. Phantom was a smooth ghost who only spoke to tell bad puns and mock his enemies. He never snapped at anyone like that. A part of him felt ashamed for yelling at his mother, but he wasn't in the mood to feel guilty about it.

He averted his eyes and wiped at his tears. Man, he must have looked pathetic. Why was Maddie even out here? Of course, he had forgotten that his parents had almost as little sleep as he did. She was probably pulling an all-nighter working on some new invention to kill him when she noticed the ghost having a breakdown outside their house.

Danny tried to ignore the embarrassment he felt and pushed himself to his feet. If Maddie noticed the way he shook as he pulled himself up, she didn't comment on it. He took a deep breath. The smell of fire still lingered in his nose.

"Never mind," he said, not looking at her as he spoke. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you tonight." He turned away and prepared to take flight, but a hand suddenly gripped at his wrist, and he turned back to see Maddie holding on to him.

"Wait," she said. After a moment of hesitation, she let go and...lowered her gun? "Let's assume I believe what you said, about ghosts feeling emotion. Why are you crying?"

Danny had to assure himself that he wasn't dreaming. Talking and not shooting? That was new. He must have stared at her for a long time in surprise, because she frowned and urged, "Well?"

He blinked and looked down. "It's nothing."

"So you are faking?"

"What? No!"

"Then what is it?"

He bit his lip. How could he even begin to explain it? Hey, no biggie, but I sort of saw an alternate timeline where I went evil and killed you, which happened a long time ago but apparently I'm not as over it as I thought. Yeah, no. Instead, he asked, "Why do you care?"

He looked up and saw something soften in her face. Her brows knitted, but in an I'm-willing-to-hear-you kind of way, just like the days in his childhood when she sat next to him in bed, ready to soothe him as he woke up crying from another nightmare. It made him meet her eyes, forgetting for just a moment that they were supposed to be enemies. She was not Maddie the ghosthunter, but Mom.

Then the illusion broke when she said, "With how much power you have, it is my duty as a ghosthunter to make sure you dont step out of line. Anything that would cause you to act differently from usual should concern me."

His chest crumpled. Of course she didn't care, and why would she? He was a ghost. This was nothing more than another duty for her as a ghosthunter.

He tried not to show his disappointment, but it must have shown anyway because Maddie asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," he lied. "Of course not."

She sighed. "Of course not." She crossed her arms and turned away, then muttered under her breath, "I don't know why I thought I could help a ghost. I can't even help my own children."

Danny guessed he wasn't meant to hear that last part, but he did. He stared at her incredulously and asked, "What?"

She stiffened, then quickly said, "Nothing. I don't need to tell you about my family life."

He took one step toward her, then immediately took a step back when she aimed her gun on him. Right, he forgot she didn't holster that.

"I mean it," she warned. "This isn't about me."

He stumbled and fell onto the pavement. Maddie stood over him, still aiming her weapon at him. Were they not just having a moment? Obviously not. Maddie Fenton was never one to have moments with a ghost.

"Really, quit breathing. I know you don't need to do that."

Danny only then noticed how hard his chest was rising and falling. He gulped. "I can't keep doing this," he suddenly spoke.

The hand holding the gun faltered. "Doing what?"

His eyes stung, but he held back his tears because he knew she would tell him he was faking again, and he didn't want that to happen. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the red goggles that covered hers and said, "Fighting you, being your enemy, until the day you die."

Maddie remained calm as she said, "You're a ghost. I'm a ghosthunter."

"That doesn't mean we have to fight." He gestured between them and added, "I mean, we were just having a conversation. At least until you pulled out your gun again."

"Is that why you brought me out here?"

"I didn't. You came on your own."

"You were acting strange," she replied. "You still didn't answer why."

His core thrummed against his chest as he continued to stare into her gun. Why are you crying? Because he's still scared of becoming his evil self. Because he doesn't want to hurt his family. Because every time he closed his eyes, he saw their scorched remains, and he doesn't want to be the person to cause that to happen.

"I don't want to be a bad ghost," he answered.

Maddie tilted her head. "That can't be it," she spoke in her snobby scientist voice. "Ghosts dont have a sense of right and wrong--"

"Would you stop making assumptions about ghost morals? I'm the ghost here, not you."

That was the second time he snapped at her. He tore his eyes away from her, instead choosing to glare at the street. Maddie was quiet. "...You're serious," she finally said.

"Yeah, no shit."

She lowered her gun...just slightly. "That still doesn't explain things," she said. "Why the sudden reaction? The tears?"

His eyes landed on the thermos that lay a few feet away, reflecting his green skin and wispy hair and glowing eyes on its surface. His gums hurt.

Danny shut his eyes and gulped back bile. "I...I did something bad, okay?" he said, his voice small. "I thought I could forget about it, but I can't. I--I don't want it to happen again."

A moment of silence hung between them, broken only by the soft whistle of the breeze. He hoped she wouldn't ask, but he knew the question was coming anyway. "What did you do?"

His hands shook. He gripped them into fists, but that did nothing to ebb his emotions.

"Phantom," Maddie urged. "What did--"

"I killed people!" The tears escaped his eyes, which opened to reveal toxic green irises that shone brighter than the streetlights. He faced Maddie, his expression contorted in guilt and pain and Ancients why do his gums still hurt as he cried, "I killed people. They died, and it was because of me. I killed them."

He waited for her to get angry at him, to shoot him. Instead, she gave him a reaction he didn't expect.

"Now I know you're faking," she said, lowering her gun completely.

He blinked away his tears. "What?"

"Feeling guilt over someone's death? Ghosts can't care about that." She held up a hand and continued, "Before you argue again about whether ghosts have morals or not, I'm talking about the concept of life and death. You're dead, so you shouldn't be able to bother over whether others are, too."

Danny sat back and let those words sink in. Was that why his alternate self had seemed so heartless? He had removed his humanity, and along with it, any sympathy he had left toward life. If Danny had fully died in that portal, would he...?

He shook his head. He didn't want to think about that. "But I don't want others to suffer the same fate I did," he argued.

"That's not what other ghosts seem to think," Maddie pointed out. "Even if your obsession was saving others, it should be easy for you to get over a few deaths after some time has passed. It simply doesn't make sense for you to care." She crouched until she was at eye level with him and inquired, "So tell me, Phantom. What makes you so different?"

"...I don't know." What else could he say without revealing his secret? He truthfully told her, "I never asked to be this way."

She scrutinized him, as if looking at him could somehow reveal the truth. After a while, she sighed and stood up...and holstered her gun.

"I can never understand you," she said. "You're just...so human. Your emotions, your thinking, your morals, even your appearance."

He perked up. "You think I look human?"

She looked at him as if he just said the dumbest thing on the planet. "Of course you do," she answered. "Even if you've changed since your first appearance, the change isn't nearly as much as it should be for such an increase in power as yours. Other ghosts your power level would look much more monstrous. But not you. You may grow claws and fangs, but you can still pass as a person."

Danny was dumbfounded. Here he was worried that he might be losing his humanity, and now he was proven wrong by none other than one of the world's leading ghost researchers, his own mother. He thought that was as much relief as he could feel, and then she said,

"You're not a bad ghost, Phantom."

He bit the insides of his mouth to keep himself from crying again because dammit he's already cried enough times this night already. Instead, he blurted out the thing that was on his mind in that moment, which was, "You're not a bad mom."

Mom faltered. For a second, Danny worried that he screwed up. He should not have said that, now she's going to try shooting him again and then everything that just happened would be a waste... But she didn't do that. He couldn't read her face well from underneath her mask, but something crossed her face. She observed him silently, and he squirmed, wondering what she saw. She opened her mouth to say something, but then changed her mind and turned away without a word, leaving the halfa behind as she went back indoors.

Danny sat in the middle of the empty street, watching his mom leave. What just happened? He wasn't sure, but Mom just left without leaving him an injury, which he didn't think could be possible. The world lit up around him as the sun rose from the east.

Shit, he had to return home before someone could walk into his room and find it empty. He fumbled around until he caught the thermos, then paused to look at his reflection. He saw...himself. No evil alternate self. No monster from the future. Just Danny Phantom, existing in the present.

He grinned, showing off his brand new pair of fangs.

Now that he thought about it, having fangs sounds pretty cool.

[aliendes]

Natural Borns Chapter Six

Banner by @thebannershop​

A/N: ahh, ok so I feel like I hit a wall with this chapter. I’m not super proud of it, but I needed to get these backstories out of the way in order for the story to progress. The scene with YN and Jin I wrote a long time ago, and it was like finding puzzle pieces to put together to lead up to it. It’s entirely insignificant to the story, but it was a sweet scene that was part of the initial story I created. With that said.. Please let me know what you think of it. I can’t even begin to explain how uplifting and motivating your comments are. When readers leave feedback, it’s one of the driving motivators for writers to continue writing. So thank you for everyone who has been reading and continues to comment and reblog. It means a lot. 

Warnings: cursing, sad bois, tears, mentions of wounds (nothing bloody), descriptions of nudity and breeding, but not what you think.

Word count: 5.2k~

Updated 8/23/2020

“Hyunwoo and your father weren’t classmates. They worked together,” he felt like a traitor, like he was letting Namjoon down, “he’s a beneficiary of Big Hit. They’re already paying for you.”

It was almost as if the earth stopped spinning on its axis, sending you crashing, your world and it’s contents slamming into the proverbial dashboard. You mind blanked for a moment. You were still staring into Yoongi’s eyes, but you were gone, mind on a distant planet, he could tell. Your stare was blank, pupils twitching, as your life, your childhood especially, flashed before your eyes.

Was it all a lie? You asked yourself. You thought back to all the times your parents told you, you should never leave the city. Forbade you from going to college to ‘protect’ you. They told you all your life that the world was dangerous for someone like you. Someone like you. What did they really mean when they said that? You were trained to be the calm, quiet, and obedient daughter. Taught never to question your parents or authority. Taught to always be a good girl. You could feel the years worth of rebellion, of anger, bubbling up to the surface. You needed answers. 

Yoongi was watching you intently, trying to figure out your next move. He liked to think he was pretty good at reading people, but he couldn’t get a hold on you. You looked confused, for sure, but there was something else in your expression. Realization? He wasn’t sure. All he knows is that he shouldn’t be the one relaying this information to you.

“Do you want to come with me?” he asked hesitantly, “We can go ta-” 

“No,” you cut him off, “I don’t want to talk to him.” You know Yoongi is going to suggest you talk with Namjoon. It’s not that you’re mad at him. You aren’t. But you know if you don’t have time to process this, to talk with someone other than him, you won't be able to hold yourself together in front of him. The last thing you want is for any of these men to feel guilty about bringing you here. You’re thankful to them, especially now that you suspect your family really was hiding something from you.

Yoongi stared at you for another moment before taking a deep breath, “He’s going to have the answers, though, YN,” he said softly. He knows he needs to tread lightly with you. You’ve had a whirlwind of a day and he’s only piling more information on top of an already really high mountain of information. Yoongi noted how calm you were being, compared to earlier tonight when you were crying and barely able to look into his eyes. He expected you to react to the non-answer he had given you about your father, not stare at him blankly like you were now. This wasn’t a reaction, not really. He was starting to worry about you. Did he break you? He hoped not, Namjoon would kill him. “Come inside with me, please, YN. It’s cold, and you’re going to get sick.”

“Take me to Jin,” you whispered. He stared at you for only a moment before nodding his head. 

When Yoongi had brought you back up to the warehouse and into Jin’s room, the older man was already waiting for you on his bed. When you walked through the door he instantly stood up, walking towards you with an outstretched hand.

“YN,” he breathed, relieved that you were okay. You look like you’ve cried waterfalls, and your nose was bright pink from the chill of the night, but overall, you were okay. At the sight of Jin, you let out a sigh. Comfort. That’s what he was to you right now. 

You rushed towards him, prompting him to open his arms for you, as you crashed into his firm chest, short arms wrapping around his middle. Surprisingly, no more tears were shed. Seokjin’s calm breathing helped even your own out, his large hand running up and down your spine helped ground you and relax you into a sleepy stupor. After a while of standing there wrapped up in each other, he slowly walked you both backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he sunk down with you in his arms. You followed his lead and sat on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you nuzzled into his shoulder. It was the closest you’ve ever been to him, and you felt safe, secure in his arms. 

Neither of you spoke for a long while, just existing, here, with each other. You needed some time to not think about things, to just breathe for a little bit. His hand never ceased his comforting caresses, and he never attempted to speak, not wanting to burst the fragile bubble of security you both felt with each other.

You were eventually the first one to speak. “Jin,” you mumbled sleepily into his neck. He thought you had already fallen asleep with how steady your breathing had become. 

“Hmm,” he hummed, throat vibrating against your face, “are you okay?” His voice was husky and low, like he hasn’t used it in a while. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, “No.” It was the truth. You weren’t okay. You didn’t want to lie to him, but you also weren’t sure how to elaborate. He seemed to understand the unspoken words and just held you tighter. 

“You don’t have to talk right now, but just know that I’m here for you whenever you want to, or need to.” You nodded against him, cheek rubbing on his shoulder. “Are you tired?” You tightened your arms around his neck, like you were fearful his question insinuated he was leaving you. 

“No,” you whimpered, not ready to let Jin go yet, “stay, please.”

Jin shifted underneath you, lifting you up slightly and scooting back further on his mattress until his back was against his pillows. “I’m not going anywhere, love.” He wasn’t sure how you’d react to his nickname, or if you would understand the truth behind it, but right now he didn’t care. Everything in him was yelling at him to comfort you, to take care of you. It beat out the other part of him that was yelling at him to care for your wounds and to make sure they were healing properly. He pushed those thoughts aside to heal your heart instead. He leaned back further into the pillows, never loosening his hold on you, and reached down to pull the covers over the both of you. “Go to sleep,” he whispered into your hair, “I promise I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You nod into his neck again, already drifting off into unconsciousness. Jin keeps his promise, and stays with you all night, despite the knot that’s developing in his neck. 

Your head hurts. Your eyes burn. Your back is stiff. What happened last night? As you go to stretch, you realize your limbs are tangled with someone else and yesterday comes crashing back to you.

Seokjin. Yoongi. Your parents. 

You open your eyes carefully, ignoring the sharp pain behind them from all the crying you did last night. The first thing your eyes focus on is Jin’s beautiful face, only inches from your own. He looks so peaceful, eyes closed, mouth closed, breathing steadily through his nose. You internally wish you could look as pretty as he does when you sleep. Carefully, you reach a hand up to his face, gently brushing back some of his dark hair that has fallen in front of his eyes. He looks like he could use a hair cut soon, but it suits him. At the gentle brush of your fingers on his face, his eyes flutter open, making you pull back quickly in embarrassment. 

The soft smile that spreads across Jin’s face makes your cheeks heat, “Good morning beautiful,” he whispers. 

“Morning,” you whisper back, trying to muster up a smile for him, “thank you. For staying.”

His smile widens at your words, “Of course.”

You sit up slightly, moving to get off Jin’s lap, but his grip on you tightens. For a moment you’re confused, but then he sits up and gently moves you off his lap and places you on the bed next to him. “Let me take a look at your bandages and then I’ll go make breakfast, I’m sure you’re hungry.” You couldn’t deny that he was right, not having eaten since yesterday morning and exhausting most of your energy crying, but you still felt bad when he did all this stuff for you and you had nothing to give in return. You were about to protest, lips parting to speak, but Jin beat you to it, “I’m not taking no for an answer, love. I need to make sure you’re healing okay. We can’t afford for you to get sick.” He phrased it in a way that made it seem like he was doing it for the good of the group, even though the real reason was his own worry and care for you. You simply nodded in response as he got up and started moving around his room, gathering up supplies he would need. You watched on in curiosity as Jin grabbed different types of ointments and creams and brought them back over to the mattress and laid them out in front of you.

He was gentle, as always, when he looked at your hands and feet, wrapping them with the utmost care, so as to not hurt you in any way. Instead of zoning out like you have in the past, you watched him intently. The questions were there on the tip of your tongue, but you were too hesitant to ask. Jin seemed to notice your gaze on his face and smiled up at you.

“Something on your mind?” 

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the fact you were caught staring, but you hold his gaze. “H-how did you end up together?” You’ve been curious since you arrived here. How did seven men come together to make this peculiar family and what fate had they met that brought them together in the first place? Jin’s smile wavered slightly, but remained on his face as he answered your question.

“I’m the oldest out of all of us,” he continues wrapping your ankle and foot as he speaks, “I was at Big Hit first, and the longest. They took me from my family when I was fourteen.”

“You were taken?” No nods solemnly, focused on your foot.

“They started to pay for them after me, realizing it was probably an easier way to get what they wanted. They took me from the boarding school I was living at. My parents are wealthy, and they wouldn’t have easily let me go,” he purses his lips, “at least I don’t think they would have. Although I really don’t know. I haven’t seen them since the summer before I was taken.”

Your heart breaks at his story. Unlike most of the rest of the group, Jin had a loving and caring family, who would most likely have fought for him, rather than giving him away. He counts himself lucky to have had such a great childhood and education up until he was removed from it. 

“I was there for six years,” you felt your heart crack again, “about a year after I arrived, they ‘acquired’ a ten year old boy who never knew his parents. He was the second born to a family who couldn’t afford to pay the high fines of having more than one child. They gave him away to a company who later sold him to Big Hit after his DNA turned out to not be exactly what they were looking for.”

You had an inkling, but decided to ask anyways, “Jungkook?” Your voice was barely a whisper, it was all you could muster right now. 

Jin nodded again and moved on to your other foot, putting ointment on the sole and then gently massaged the top of it. You wonder where he learned his compassion if he was treated so horribly all his life. “They didn’t have much use for him, as a lot of his DNA wasn’t perfected. He’s always felt a weird sense of defeat because of it, like his family gave him up for no reason, even though we know they had no choice. They ‘gave’ him to me at the direction of a psychologist who said I was depressed and needed to be socialized. I took care of him, raised him. He had never been to school, couldn’t read or write, never even had a friend before. He barely knew how to speak.” Jin’s eyes were glazed over as he spoke about his best friend. That completely explains Jungkook’s shy and timid demeanor and childlike behaviors. “Anyways, Big Hit basically kicked me out when I was twenty, after they had taken what they wanted from me. Me and Jungkook roamed around Seoul for a few months, staying at homeless shelters, until we met Namjoon and Yoongi.” Jin let out a sigh, eyes closing for a moment before getting back to work on your bandages. 

“You raised him well, Jin,” his eyes lit up at the praise, “from what I’ve seen he’s a wonderful young man. I’m so sorry for what you both went through”

“Thank you, YN,” he whispers as he sets your foot down gingerly and moves to take your hand in his, “I tried, and continue to try, my best to make sure he’s kind and caring. I just want him to be happy.”

You give Jin a genuine smile at the soft nature of this man. “He’s lucky to have you.”

Jin scoffs lightly at this, waving his free hand in your direction. “Ah, I’m lucky to have him. And the others. I don’t know what I would do without them,” he trails off fondly, finishing wrapping your hand and moving on to the other one. You both remain silent while he finishes his bandaging, thinking over his earlier words. 

“C-can I see your ribs?” You nod, laying back on the bed carefully and lifting your shirt up to your bra. Jin winces at the sight of your purple and green splotched ribcage. “It looks worse than it is, I promise,” he places a gentle palm on your side, stroking softly, “does it hurt?”

“Not really. It’s a little sore,” you sigh, “but what part of me isn’t.”

Jin smiles sadly at you, “I’m really glad you’re here, YN,” he whispers, hand still on your side. 

“Me too.”

After you and Jin cooked breakfast for everyone, despite his protests that you stay in bed and rest, everyone sat around Yoongi’s room, picking at their plates. Jungkook told you that they didn’t really have a table to eat at, but all liked to be together for meals, something Jin always insisted on. 

You, Jin, and Jungkook were squished together on the black leather couch, Yoongi was in his usual spot at his desk, and Namjoon and Hoseok were leaning against the wall immersed in their own conversation while the rest of you ate your food. The tension was thick in the air, and you wanted nothing more than to escape it, but you knew you couldn’t. You had so many questions, but you didn’t know if you should ask or stay quiet. You were a shy person at your core, never one to stir the pot, always wanting to stay in the background. But something inside you was pushing you to change that, pushing you to stand up for yourself for once in your life. 

“Namjoon.”

Everyone in the room turned and looked at you, stopping everything they were doing. It was the first any of them, besides Jin, heard from you today. A brief glance at Yoongi told the man all he needed to know about what you were about to say, and he braced himself for the fallout. Namjoon took a couple steps forward, eyes on you, looking concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“I- I um, want to talk to you.” Your voice was softer than you had hoped, but you were still feeling nervous despite your mental pep talk earlier.

Namjoon didn’t have to say anything, Jungkook, Jin, and Hoseok got up and headed towards the door, leaving the rest of you behind. Namjoon looked to Yoongi but before he could say anything, you jumped in, “He can stay.”

Namjoon looks confused, but nods anyway. Yoongi bites his lip and looks around nervously when Namjoon glances at him, only confusing him further. As the purple haired man approaches you, he drags a chair with him and sets it a few feet in front of you, plopping down on it backwards and resting his arms on the back of it. “Is everything okay?”

You look at him nervously for a moment before Yoongi takes it upon himself, “She knows, Joon. Just tell her.”

Namjoon swivels in his chair, sending a pointed look at a now flushed Yoongi, before sighing at turning back towards you. “What do you know?”

You hesitate, looking at Yoongi who gives you a curt nod. “That my dad worked with Hyunwoo, or works, I’m not sure.”

“It’s true. He worked at Big Hit with Hyunwoo, but he doesn’t anymore. Though, he is still a beneficiary of the company, meaning he still gets paid by them.”

The gears were turning in your head, trying to piece together this elaborate puzzle. Does this mean that your parents have money, and have been lying about being poor this entire time?

“He worked there for a few years before your mother got pregnant with you. When you were born, all I know is that he left the company and was given a lump sum of money to move out of Seoul with you and Big Hit has been paying him ever since.”

“How do you know all this?” 

Namjoon gestures behind him where Yoongi is sitting, “We have connections in some big companies, and anything that falls through the cracks, Yoongi can usually figure out on his own. There’s a whole network of people, natural borns and otherwise, who have been working together for years to try and bring down these corporations from the inside. People who believe this is wrong and that natural borns deserve equality. It’s how we get communication from Jimin and Taehyung. There’s a mole in the company.”

Your mouth is slightly parted, eyes trained on Namjoon’s. “Do you know why they pay my father still?”

Namjoon runs a hand through his faded purple locks, “We don’t. All we have been able to find out is that they’ve been paying him monthly stipends since two months after you were born. Recently, those stipends have increased significantly.” Your blood runs cold at his words. Namjoon can see the color leaving your face at the realization that Hyunwoo’s visits weren’t merely a coincidence. “My theory is that they were getting ready to make a deal.”

A lump in your throat is forming and you audibly gulp to try and force it down. “What kind of deal?” You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer, but before you could change your mind, Namjoon was giving it to you.

“For you. I believe that Big Hit has been paying your father to keep you safe from other companies all these years until you matured enough for them to take you. I don’t think they wanted you just for your DNA, like us…” he trails off, not sure if he really wants to tell you the rest.

You wince as the unspoken insinuation. Jin told you that female natural borns with perfect markers were incredibly rare. You needed to hear it from him though, needed to know that this was meant to be your fate. “What did they want me for?” Your eyes drop to the uneaten plate of food on the couch next to you. You hadn’t realized you were crying until a tear slipped from your face and onto your folded hands in your lap.

 “We think they want to breed you,” this time it was Yoongi who spoke, making your head snap up towards him. His words were harsh, but you needed to hear them. It was the only way to make you realize your parents weren’t safe. Your home wasn’t safe. “We’re pretty sure that’s why they came for you now. They have Taehyung.” Hearing the words made you sick to your stomach, face twisting in disgust as both Yoongi and Namjoon moved to get closer to you, their instinct to protect you stronger than ever. Both men sat on either side of you on the couch, Namjoon rubbing a large hand up and down your back, while Yoongi kept his hands to himself, unsure what to do to offer you comfort. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, hell, none of us want it to be true, but it makes sense. They just got Taehyung back a few weeks ago, and he has the closest to ‘perfect’ DNA out of all of us, just like you. It’s wrong, and vile, and disgusting,” Yoongi stops for a moment to reel in his anger at the company, taking a deep breath, “and that’s why we can’t let this happen.”

“We won't let this happen, YN,” Namjoon whispers, “I promise.”

You sniffle slightly, looking up at Namjoon whose eyes soften at your misty ones. You felt a strong urge to curl up into a ball and cry your eyes out, but an even stronger urge was pushing its way to the top. A sense of protection. A sense of longing. You needed to save Taehyung, and Jimin, from a fate they don’t deserve. Namjoon and the others helped save you, it’s the least you could do to save the others from a similar fate.

“I want to help.”

Yoongi and Namjoon share a look with each other. “We’re doing everything we can, but right now you should focus on getting some rest and healing. When we’re ready to move, you’ll be the first to know.” Yoongi nods at Namjoon’s words, making you bite your lip.

“Okay,” you whisper.

After your discussion with Namjoon and Yoongi, you decided it was in your best interest, and Jin’s if you continued to sleep in his bed, to take a shower and get a change of clothes. After asking Jungkook for some spare clothes, of which he provided you with some of Jimin’s because they were smaller, you headed towards the showers.

You let the hot water run down your face, hot enough to make the skin red. As the water cascades down your neck it beads up at your chest and rolls off the peaks of your nipples, hardened by the cold, open space of the showers. There were no shower curtains. It looks a lot like those old school gyms you see on TV, just much smaller, with shower stalls lining one side of the tiled room, a long bench in the middle, and lockers on the opposite wall. So when Seokjin walked in, thinking it was Namjoon or even Jungkook in the shower, he was shocked to see your bare back turned towards him, both of your hands running through your wet hair.

He was ashamed of the twitch he felt in his pants, knowing he shouldn’t be looking at you that way. He’s only known you a couple of days, knows that you’re dealing with a lot. He knows that he should turn around and leave, but something stops him in his tracks.

He hears soft sniffles coming from you, muffled by the running water, but still there. He watches carefully as you bring both hands up to your eyes and push the palms of your battered hands into your eyeballs to relieve the pressure. He’s sure you’ve cried your body weight in tears the last few days and his heart breaks at the visual. 

Thinking better of just walking up to you, he takes a few quiet steps backwards until he’s behind the doorway, and knocks a few times against the metal lockers. “YN?”

You startle at the metallic sound ringing in your ears, quickly wiping the tears you let fall and protecting your modesty by folding your arms in front of your chest. “Yeah?” you call, keeping your back turned to the voice. The shower walls come up to your waist, and the entrance to the locker room is far enough away from you that no one would be able to see lower. 

“It’s Jin,” you hear him just barely over the sound of the shower, “do you mind if I come in? I wont look, promise.”

You hesitate for a second before deciding you wouldn’t mind if he came in. The two of you have been getting closer, especially after last night, and he has seen most of your body already from caring for and wrapping your wounds. “Come in,” you say, voice raised slightly. You turn towards the doorway, arms still folded over your chest. You aren’t the most confident person in the world, but you aren’t completely uncomfortable with nakedness and the human body. Everyone has one and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. 

As Jin rounds the corner, he stops, wide eyed that you turned around, and instantly covers his eyes, looking straight down at his shoes. “Sorry, sorry!” He utters, turning to hide his reddened cheeks. You let out a silent chuckle at the color his ears are turning. 

“Jin,” you start, making him raise an eyebrow and hum in affirmation, “it’s okay, Jin. I don’t mind. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.” Slowly, he nods, removing his hand from his face. He still looks unsure, but his red coloring is starting to subside.

“I uh-” he runs a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but your chest, “s-sorry, I heard you and I was worried, I’m sorry I thought it was Namjoon or Kookie in here.” His words are rushed, clearly embarrassed. He purses his lips into a thin line and gulps. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, I don’t mind, Jin,” you began, “really.” To prove your point, you unfold your arms and stare directly into the tall man’s eyes. 

Jin thinks his heart just dropped out of his chest and bounced away on the floor in front of him. At first he isn’t sure where he should look, trying his hardest to stare at your face. You look calm, not completely with the way your eyes are still slightly swollen from crying, but you don’t look embarrassed, like he does, that he’s standing in front of you, so he makes his decision. Hesitantly, he steps forward, watching you closely for any sign of being uncomfortable. Jin cares about you so much, and would never put you in a position you didn’t want to be in. As he approached you, you gave him a small smile, letting him know it was okay. 

You rest one of your hands on the half wall in front of you, letting the hot water roll down your back. You really did feel completely comfortable with Jin. You weren’t sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s taken care of you so well the last few days, or maybe it’s because of something deeper, you weren’t sure. What you did know is that as he approached you, you felt safe. Completely safe. Maybe it’s the trauma you’ve been through, both physically and mentally, over the last couple of days, but you craved his comforting touch, the physical closeness he had no problem with providing you. Even in your naked state, you wanted him close. 

You reached your hand out to Jin, eyes conveying all the words you couldn’t say. He understood, and you felt like that was all the more reason to trust this man. Slowly, he grabbed the hem of his t-shirt before pulling it up over his head and took your hand. He smiled gently at you, before letting go to pull off his black jeans and boxer briefs. You didn’t look, respectful of his boundaries, and he of yours as he walked closer and closer until he was standing beside you. Even though you were both nude, you didn’t stare or ogle one another. You stood there, a few inches apart, staring into each other’s eyes, until you reached out, grabbing Jin’s hand and tugging him forward as you backed up into the water.

You inhaled deeply at the feeling of the warmth, feeling your muscles relax even further with Jin’s calming presence beside you. He took another chance and took two steps forward to close the gap between you, and pulled you into an embrace. Your wet breasts were soft against his toned abdomen as you melted into one another. You snake your arms around his middle, hugging tightly to him and rest your cheek on his now wet chest. His arms wrap around your shoulders, one of his large hands rubbing up and down your back, pushing you backwards slightly so the both of you are further under the heat of the shower. 

Seokjin’s hands run over your spine, shoulders, and sides lovingly. You cling onto him like a lifeline, holding you through whatever troubles you had. It was calming, like Seokjin always is. You have never showered with another person before, not that you were doing much showering, but it was incredibly intimate, here with him. You were both so vulnerable, yet completely comfortable with one another. Hesitantly, you look up only to find him already staring down at you lovingly. Slowly, like he doesn’t want to scare you away, he leans down and places a long, sweet kiss on your wet forehead. His lips linger there longer than needed, before he pulls away and rests his chin on the top of your head. You try to ignore the plethora of butterflies swimming in your stomach at his display of affection, but it’s too hard and a soft smile spreads across your lips. 

You both stayed like that, unmoving for a long while, neither of you daring to speak and burst the fragile bubble you were living in. Whatever this was, it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. In fact, it was the most comforted you think you’ve ever felt, even before, in your old life. Old life, you scoff internally, was it ever really my life? So many decisions were made for you, you didn’t even know who the real you was. Maybe now you have a chance at figuring that out. What you did know, in this moment, is that Jin cares for you, and he was expressing a love that you’ve never felt from another person before. That thought both excited and scared you. Excitement for what was to come, the bonds you were about to build and the love you were about to share with these men. Fear for the unknown. Fear for the known. Fear of the what ifs. A lot of fear. But you knew, with Jin - here in his strong arms, and with the rest of the boys, everything would be okay. 

To be continued...

A/N: thanks for making it to the end! i’m not super proud of this chapter, but the shower scene with Jin is something I wrote a long time ago and wanted to include it in some way. you also get Jin and Jungkook’s (kind of) back story, and a little bit more of YNs. please let me know what you think!

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[domesticblisss]

Näher | Pt.02

Walter x Female Reader (Nicknamed ‘Hase’) Mob AU! Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word Count: 2048 Warnings: Smut. Pussy eating, fingering, cum eating, cum play.  Pt.01

“I’ll ask you again, do you want power, little hure?”

“I need to think about it.” My body betrays me, and I let out a little moan when he continues to stuff my pussy with his cum. 

“You need to think... it’s okay. I know it’s a hard decision to make.” he says as he brings me close to his chest, my head laying there. It’s a surprisingly tender moment, he tangles his fingers in my hair as he peppers soft kisses on my forehead. He slowly takes the two fingers from inside me, placing them in front of my lips, a silent offer for me to suck them clean, one I take without thinking twice. He kisses me after I cleaned his fingers and I see the biggest smile I have ever seen him let out.

After this little moment we shared he helped me get dressed again, brushed my hair with a brush he had on one of his drawers and insisted one of his guys had to take me home, even with me telling him I could catch uber. 

“You have Axel’s number, whatever your answer is, make sure to call him to let me know. But just know I look forward to seeing you again.” he finishes with a kiss and let’s me get inside the car. 

I’m thankful this little rendezvous happened on a friday, so I can sleep in and gather my thoughts. 

I woke up to a dream where I’m with Walter again, his lips all over my body, his hands in all the right places... I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something. 

I’m not going to lie, I’m very tempted into accepting his offer. It’s not like I need the money, I have a good post in a nice company that lets me lead a very comfortable life and... and... well, my life is boring. I barely have time for myself, I can’t even go out and have fun anymore because I’m either staying late at work or all my energy is drained. I haven’t had a good fuck in like two years at least and Walter was able to ruin me for everyone else, man or woman, in one night. Imagine it being a constant. 

It’s 10am and I decide to call Junior. I need to know what they do exactly before I turn my life upside down and get into this. He answers after the third ring, his voice all groggy from sleep. 

“Mein Hase, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Do you need any help?”

“Hey dipshit. Were you still sleeping? Dude it’s 10am already!”

“Well, I had a busy night okay.” I could feel the smirk growing on his face. 

“Yeah, the ’hottest chick’ right? Look, I need to talk to you, ask you some stuff and it needs to be in person. Can you come over?”

He sighs before answering me. “Yeah Hase. Give me about forty minutes to get ready and I’ll be there.”

In exact forty-five minutes I heard a knocking on my door and I open to see Axel standing there, a sleepy look on his face. I offer him coffee and breakfast, which he happily accepts. 

We sit by the living room’s centre table and I take my time to start questioning him. 

“Look, I know we haven’t seen each other in ages, but you do understand you have a big space in my heart, right?”

“Mhm, and you have in mine too.”

“Good! So... I’ll ask you a few things and I want you to be honest with me, please tell me the truth. You know I would never rat on you to anyone. And I’ll tell you why I’m asking all of this when this is over, okay?”

“I think I already got an idea why...”

“Okay, Axel? Do you agree with my terms?” I cut him a bit harshly. 

“Yes, Hase. You know I’d anything for you.”

“Okay...” I take a deep breath and start again “That day we met on the market, was our run in casual or did it happen on purpose?”

“On purpose.”

“Why?”

“Well, I’ve missed you and didn’t know how to get in touch with you...”

I look up to him with a ‘what’s wrong with you’ look in my face and move on. 

“How did you know I went to that market? Have you been following me?

“What?! No!”

“Axel, please be honest with me.”

“Hase, look... I live on that building across from you. That window with the Simpsons sticker? That’s mine. I’ve been living there for two years now, you can ask the door man if you want to. I’m not stalking you, I promise.” he answers me a little bit panicked. 

“Hey, hey... I’m sorry I was harsh with you. And I trust you, okay?”

“I know it seems a little suspicious. But I just saw you on the day you moved in, I was getting off the building to run some errands and I saw you unloading your stuff and when I got back I saw we were window neighbours.  As to the market thing, again, I didn’t stalk you, but you have your habits and we’ve almost run into each other a few times before and they were always on the same day of the week, at the same time. You really need to get a life, baby.”

“Wow, thanks for the call out. And why were all the guys there with you?”

“My hype squad.” We both laugh at his answer. “I haven’t seen you in so long, I thought you had forgotten about me and I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself, so they were there to hype me up.”

“Why is that something I can totally picture on doing?” I pause for a moment to gather some guts before getting into the harder topic. 

“What... what is it exactly that you, Walter and the guys do? And don’t tell me you run the club because I know the club is a front.”

“You’re really coming for my throat today, huh?” he laughs and continues “Well, the club is a front for money laundry. We deal with a few different things. Weapons, illegal gambling, illegal fights, races. No drugs or anything with people, you know? Walter is extremely against that. We also offer protection to businesses...”

“Why does your silence makes me feel like this is almost a hitman thing?”

“Sort of?” He scratched his head and gives me a quizzical look. 

“AXEL! What th—“

“Oh, it’s not like we actually kill people, we just rough them up a bit. Like I said, Walter is pretty specific with the business. Hase, why are you asking me these things?”

“Last night, after you guys left, which by the way, I’m sure that was staged too, but I digress, I was alone with Walter and we... well, we fucked. Like, a lot. Anyway, he asked me if I wanted power, that he could give me power.”

“Ugh, gross I don’t need to know who you fuck.”

“Axel, I’m being serious. C’mon.” I begged him. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry. But what did you tell him? Did you accept?”

“No, I told him that I needed to think about it. He agreed to it and said that I should call you to let him know, no matter what I chose. I called you because I needed to know what you guys actually did. Also did Walter ask you to leave me alone with him? He acted like he had it all planned out.”

“You really don’t let shit slide, do you?”

“It’s like you forgot who I am, Axel.”

“Yeah, Ms. Detective. I’ve talked about you to the guys several times before and mentioned that I saw you moving in and that your apartment was directly in front of mine. He came over one day and saw you sitting there, drinking tea, and reading. All he said is that he understood why I talked about you so much.” he finished, a little embarrassed.

“That’s a little –“

“Creepy? Yeah, I get where you come from. Walter is a nice guy, he really is, he just doesn’t know how to connect to people sometimes.” We stayed in silence for a few minutes eating the rest of our breakfast.

“Do you have your answer already?” Axel breaks the silence.

“I had it from the start, I just needed to know how fucked I would be.”

“Could you ask him if we could meet?”

“Is that a yes?”

“Axel!” I groaned.

“Yep, that’s a yes.”

Walter agreed to meet me and had Junior take me to where he lived. His mansion was located on the outskirts of the city, the kind of neighbourhood only millionaires lived on. Not going to lie, I felt like I was in one of the Keeping Up with the Kardashians episodes. A huge white and grey neoclassical hour, tall and imponent like it’s owner. Big green front yard, a garden of white roses, a beautiful Venus di Botticelli water fountain. Axel took me to the backyard saying Walter was waiting for me by the pool.

He indeed was there, all glorious under a sunshade, black rayban’s covering his eyes and black swimming shorts hugging his waist. He sat by a table full of different kinds of breakfast foods and fruits. Axel announced my arrival and before he left, Walter asked “Junior, could you please ask Freida to bring lovely Hase a bathing suit?” Axel nodded and left us alone.

“Come on, sit. Do you want to eat anything?”

I sat by his right side and grabbed a few grapes. “What do I get from this? Will I be exclusive pocket pussy in exchange for money? Someone to sit pretty by your side while you command everyone or what?”

“You think too low of yourself. I offered you power. I have four of the best men in the world as my partners, but I need something better. Women are usually more detail oriented, I need new eyes, new visions.” Freida’s arrival interrupted us.

“Good afternoon, miss.”

“Good morning, darling. I won’t keep you long, I think this will do.” I chose a black one piece with cut outs that I was sure would make my boobs look incredible.

“There’s a restroom room in there, go and change.” Walter said after I chose and Freida left. I did as he said and when I came back, I went straight to pool.

“C’mon Walter, join me, please. We need to finish talking.” He obeyed me, leaving his sunglasses on the table.

He cornered me by the pool’s end, his big hand brushing away the wet hair strands of my face. He continued “As I was saying, I need new eyes, I need someone I can trust. And fucking you whenever I want wouldn’t be so bad either.” His face was so close to mine I could feel his breath on my lips. I smiled at him, looking at his lips and then up to his eyes.

“How do you know I’m so trustworthy? Or if I’m actually that?”

“Axel always gushes about your little business during high school and what you took out of it, I think you’ll do just fine.” His thumb caresses my cheek. “So, what do you say?”

“Yes.” My arms snakes around his neck and I kiss him. He deepens the kiss and lifts me up to the ledge of the pool.

“Lay down a bit.” He commands while he slides the back of his index finger of my clothed slit. I did as he said and he immediately attached his lips on my clit, sucking and fingering me at the same time.

“Walter, fuck… what if someone sees us?” I ask him between moans.

“They know better than to come here.”

He kept his ministrations, increasing the speed of his fingering and never detaching his lips from my clit. It was too much at the same time and I squirted when I came.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. That never happened before.” I told him, panicking a little bit. He brought my lips to his, kissed me tenderly and said “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun, my little hase.”

→

[thattimdrakeguy]

I couldn’t finish Batman and Robin 2009. It was just... mentally exhausting and I stopped shortly after Bat Dick put fake Bruce in the Lazarus pit. Based on his appearances in Teen Titans, Bruce Wayne: Road Home, as well as his big fan base, I assumed Damian’s character development was executed nicely in his own series. But then again in Gates of Gotham (literally read it just for Cass) he’s impulsive, arrogant and rude to Cass both to her face and behind her back-even after she saved his life 1

Don’t get me started on the sexist things he’s said to Steph. I want to like Damian, but writers don’t make it easy. I got into comics because of batfam fanfics and he was a fave of mine. Dude was extra violent and displayed borderline sociopathic tendencies in his first appearances, cool beans. There’s a lot they can do with a character like that. I just felt like his bad behaviour was never properly dealt with before B&R, and I couldn’t muster the energy to see him through his own series. 2/2

IMO, Damian felt like a Gary Stu at times.

I don’t know if that last one was from the same person or not, but I just got the feeling it is, and if it’s not, then well it blends well enough and don’t feel the need to answer it separately.

Like all I can really say is that I don’t really like Damian. A lot of people confuse that for me thinking he’s an evil monster. I imagine cause I have a Tim icon and other Tims do rage on about that every now and again. As well as just plain taking things I say the wrong way (though I have probably said things in the moment I imagine). But I just plain don’t really like his writing, and if I can’t really read a comic he’s in that I actually like. Idk, I just find it weird to say I like him, when all I really like is what he could be. I don’t feel like that really equals me liking him, cause when I think about it, I kinda realized that meant the opposite, and didn’t wanna project the wrong idea.

But I wanna say this about Damian. He is insanely inconsistent as a personality and character. To this very day. So, as I do with every character, I start from the beginning, figure out what was meant to be by the writers that helped develop them, and figure out what’s in-character and out of character from there. I just feel like it’s the most objective way I can look at anything if I want to review things with standards that are more than just “I like this” or “I don’t like that”.

And in the case of Damian he’s never not been inconsistent. Like one of the main reasons I reread Batman and Robin (or at least Morrison’s run) was for plans of a post about flanderization in the Bat-Family, cause it was pretty rampant in the 00s and still continues often to this very day, and I think is the cause of a lot of lost sales and unhappiness and overall fandom diminishment.

However also to say it, I liked to see a lot of what Damian could be within B&R 09.

But anyways, basically just because I can’t really do a part of the post on Damian without trying to figure out what he was like to begin with, and what he was supposed to be per his creator.

Cause you can’t really tell in fandom. Cause his most popular comics are from stuff that isn’t in the main universe and was purposely a lot lighter, or in the main universe from writers that really surprisingly didn’t get the character despite the popularity--which continues my thinking on it was less about the quality of the writing and more about the lazy fan service. They honestly really flanderized him in a similar yet opposite way then what they did with Tim in the 00s.

And while I can’t act like the sexism and homophobia wasn’t an actual part of the character of Damian at the time--he shows both of those traits in the series (at least the homophobia, cause I’m now realizing that I might be thinking of another series for the sexism). He was flanderized even then by other writers from the different series.

Like how he’s written in Red Robin, is not freaking Damian. It’s not Damian to me. I don’t accept it as Damian. Even a lot of the content of him in Batgirl I even less feel like is Damian--besides unfortunately some of the sexist comments, but they never really proper developed him on that as far as like--actively showing that, at least that I can recall. So all I can really say is it’s uncomfortable, and how they don’t delve into it is the only real reason I say “That actually sadly does fit in with him”. But it’s not like it doesn’t make sense, he was raised to fight, not to handle emotions or feelings, he probably would do and say really creepy things when he has a crush--I just wish they’d actually acknowledge that what was going on rather than sacrificing a good story for more fan service.

The other writers make him too much of a bratty, snotty, kid. And I found that, that is an absolutely terrible interpretation of Damian, because beyond his origin, he isn’t a typical brat, and he doesn’t really act like a kid (in some ways yes, but general mannerisms and personality no). And even then he was a different kind of brat. He was entitled and bitchy in his origin, not immature (at least in the same way) and snotty. They have him act more like some spoiled brat from next door rather than a kid that was abused into being obedient to be what his abusive mother wanted (Talia shouldn’t be abusive, but like I said before, I think the series sucked overall for reasons like that and more).

(I also find that stupid line cutting scene in RR where I presume he was trying to kill Tim to be even stupider, cause Damian wouldn’t freaking do that at that point. They make Damian come off as so stupid in that issue, I hate it. Cause it was all just a cheap way to force sympathy for him, but it doesn’t even make sense when you think about it and is a huge stretch.)

Damian doesn’t make jokes when he’s written better--it’s like his thing. He’s got quite the temper, and understandably why of course. He’s violent with criminals, but he’s also mostly just stoic as his base state when not in a stressed situation, and even shows remorse (which is a big stretch from his origin, but I blame that on the writing which could be very rushed and lazy). He was treated like just another adult for the most part, and it had a weirdly endearing quality despite the maturity of it, and general edge of the series. It was Damian’s place and it worked really well. It just felt right for their dynamics. Damian’s a unique kid, and they respected him for who he was. He just needed help on his morals and stability.

But other series didn’t really get that. He would still be really rude like his origin, and not really the same tone of rudeness (I’m not sure if I can really explain what I mean by that), he’s aggressive, but putting him in Teen Titans never made sense to me, because I don’t see Dick doing that. Dick had a lot more respect than to force Damian to do something like that. Dick was more patient, and while he did lightly smack (not any kind to hurt him any. literally to demonstrate without pain. more taps really) him to teach him a point about aesthetical weaknesses in his costume like the hood, it was mostly done out of finding a way to teach him that would speak to him. So just forcing him to do something he didn’t want to do--which would clearly not work on him--was just contrived and plain bad writing wise. Something they did more as a stunt so they can say “TITANS NOW HAS THE SON OF BATMAN” than to use him well or continue his story in a natural way.

With Cass I can’t say anything, because that’s like the one time he talks to her, and that basically shows their dynamic. So that’s just them, I can’t really say anything on it. If he felt challenged by her I could see him being a total jerk. It really depends on the scenes themselves. I never read the series myself cause I genuinely really don’t like that Batman Reborn era of Bat-Family. Too much of it was just done for publicity and random changes, and for the most part didn’t work much to me.

But overall, at the same time, despite me singing the praises of what Damian could be, and was for a little while. The overall writing for the character arc was super lazy. Stuff just kind of happens, and way too quick to fit in with what they introduced. He just kind of goes “this is right, now”, which makes his whole brainwashing thing feel a bit--useless, and makes how he went from chopping heads off to that in very little time sort of cuts out depth that could’ve really made the series more rereadable. Damian actually comes off surprisingly as a very flat character for stretches of time in the issues because his character arc is never focused on as much as you’d think until they need to be like “Oh yeah...uh, here’s an emotional moment”. Which just felt really cheap to me.

So the series to me isn’t worth it if you want a good story. None of the stories were good to me, I think I was questioning each one cause it was either schlocky, out of character, or both. I know people like Grant Morrison, but they aren’t for me, I’m not a fan of their writing. Damian was a Gary Stu a lot, which they try to explain with the League thing--but having the League give him experimental surgery so he could walk the same day (or next) after being legitimately paralyzed was just way too freaking much to me. But he does make mistakes, so he’s not at base a Gary Stu really--the writing just really stunk badly sometimes.

This isn’t me putting in a bid to say “OH YOU JUST NEED TO READ THIS, AND YOU’LL FREAKING LOVE HIM”, because to be freaking honest, when you already have a bad taste in your mouth, it’s best to just wait a bit till trying again. I read the fandom recommended comics and felt there was so many problems that I couldn’t read Damian for literal months. And he still has a lot of the problems you said. I’m just saying Damian is surprisingly different when written by his creator than others, cause honestly nearly every single other writer for him has gotten him wrong. Like mind-blowingly wrong. He does not feel like the same character anywhere else. It’s nuts.

To put it another way, it’s a generally speaking bad series, but if you want to see what Damian was meant to be like before they kept regressing him, and diminishing him, and turning him into more a joke, and see what his dynamic with Dick and Alfred was meant to be like, it’s a brilliant and perfect series to read it for.

It’s better for learning about them--then it actually is to enjoy it. Because it’s most likely not a series I’m going to be returning too often unless to research something again.

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Sentiment [Izuku Midoriya] ; 06

Precious Chapters in Sentiment [Izuku Midoriya] SERIES

Warning: Mental Health

Word Count: 2,010

Midoriya Izuku was standing in front of the invention room with his hero costume case because he broke his shoes once again. He is afraid to look at your face, but he needs to face you. Perhaps he isn’t ready to face you yet. He was about to turn around to walk away to ask Mei to fix his shoes instead. To only get startled by the sliding door opening to reveal Misaka. 

“Oh! Midoriya. What may I help you?” Misaka calmly gave off the customer service voice along with a smile. 

Midoriya couldn’t speak properly to the only rush through his word which leads it to be a scrambled mess. 

Misaka’s eye twitches in annoyance. She could never really deal with his random rambles. She looks on both sides of the hallway before grabbing his collar and yanking him inside. Midoriya was about to fall on his face due to the sudden pull into the room. She walks away from him to sit down on her chair to continue working on Kirishima shoulder designs, after testing it would be sustainable enough against Kirishima unbreakable form without shattering into pieces from her previous prototypes. 

She is just ignoring his presence until he learns how to speak. She is already irritated by him how Midoriya is not even standing up for (Name), her best friend. His friends are speaking to her best friend with hurtful words that would break anyone down especially under his watch is unacceptable. A screwdriver floats towards her which reminded him of his mother's quirk. 

Midoriya gulps down his saliva, sensing tension in the air and looks over to your desk to find it surprisingly neat and cleaned as if it hasn’t been touched for a few days. It's an unusual sight to see it so organized compared to the times he has been in here. His eyes wander off to Misaka's side of the room to see her blueprints on the cardboard. He does recall that you did mention that Misaka switched with Hatsume Mei because her room was a lot closer to the inventory room. 

The blueprints of her designs and items for Kirishima Eijirou upgraded costume pinned on the cardboard. She has a mannequin that was holding fabric that could be for his lower cape. In front of her were pauldrons blueprints with the design details. Misaka was adding the details on his pauldrons and messing with internal parts that seem to contain wires. 

“It’s coming out very well, Misaka.” Midoriya tries to break the tension in the air, before speaking for the real reason for his trip here. “Could you perhaps fix my shoes?”  

Misaka glances over to him and walks over to him to hastily take the case from him to evaluate the damage. She did catch his eyes looking over to your working station earlier. 

“She is banned from using this room for fighting one of your fangirls along with damaged property.” 

Misaka answers without him saying it out loud and takes the black metal shoes off his case to only collapse into different small pieces. Both of them just stare at the floor where the metal pieces collapsed into smaller pieces. “Well then. I could make a replica for you. It might be ready in the late afternoon tomorrow, b-” 

Midoriya brims up at the news with a small smile instead of his usual big grins. “Thank you!” 

She stops to turn to face him. “But!”

She stares closes the case hastily, before turning her blue eyes back into his green eyes. “Do you know about the rumors going around about (Name)?” 

Midoriya was taken back at the question but narrowed his eyebrows. “I only know about the check, but it turns out to be true.” 

Midoriya unconsciously flinches recalling the rumor was true and all the emotions that he has been pushing down resurface at once. She evacuates his body language and his eyes to see he is telling the truth. He seems to hang on by accepting the fact that your relationship was building on the bride. 

“Well, your friends are belittling (name) by telling her. She is a whore to slut because of the rumors going around. They are getting dramatized and getting out of hand. The rumors are getting worse every passing day. Unless you set it straight. It would calm down the rumors.” She carefully watches his body language and his eyes. 

From the dark lines underneath his eyes and more messy hair than usual. It seems he has been wrecked as well. The evidence is physical that he hasn’t been sleeping very well. Midoriya hasn't been able to sleep for the past couple of days due to getting nightmares repeatedly. 

But from his expression, he didn’t know at all, filled with shock, and a mixture of surprise was written all over his face. His eyes were wide open and his mouth agape. Before he closes his mouth before licking them and gulping down his saliva. “I haven’t been paying attention of late.”

‘I have been in mind all day and night,’ He thought to himself. 

His demons belittling why him and losing destroying himself confidence. The only time he can distract himself is by burying himself in schoolwork and training to quiet down that voice in his head. The other times, he unconsciously is blocking the world around him which makes his friends and classmates worry about him since he has been a less talkative and energetic ball of energy who is an excellent observer and analyzing at hand. 

Aizawa asks him to go to the counselor's office today or tomorrow. He knows that Aizawa is worried about him to personally ask him to look for help.  

His fingers fidget with the side of his tie as he licks his dry lips to confess.“I have mostly been in my world-”

“You have been in your mind. Midoriya. You are being your own worst enemy. Overthinking to thinking the worst possibilities. That's what you usually do.” Misaka interrupts him, before walking into your work station. 

She opens a drawer to go through it to see your blueprint on what your design to offer to Midoriya. She stares at it for a second before taking it out and reaching underneath the table to pull out brown boxes that contain two metal cases with one of them has a red ribbon. She places the blueprint inside and holds out to him if only he wants to accept. 

“[Name] might murder me for giving this to you. Its new equipment that they overworked themselves making sure this gift to you would be on time. But you know…. This would have been a future design blueprint. Just take a look and give those babies a try.”

Midoriya didn’t know what to say. His throats were dried up but his eyes landed on a red envelope attached to the metal case with red ribbon. It was possible the anniversary gift that she would have given him today. He forgot today was their anniversary before all this happened. They had plans but everything changed. He needed space and time to think. Y/N gave him the space that he asked and respected his decision. 

But the curiosity is killing him wanting to know what they are inside those metal cases. He unconsciously reaches over to grab onto the box to find it surprising a little heavy. 

“Take them and think would someone go through deep ends to create something so accurate for your liking and safety if they didn’t care about you. If you think you don’t want to accept it, you can go back and return them to me. I will have your replacements here waiting for you.” Misaka light heart comments. 

Midoriya looks up from the box to look into her eyes. “Thank you.”

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The day before getting emotional after school, surprisingly you had a wonderful time with the loudmouth student from Class A-3, Bakugou Katsuki. He had surprisingly cheered you up with some food and fun time at the arcade. It was memorable and the most fun you had ever experienced in an arcade. The two of you were being competitive trying to beat each other's scores. 

You did realize in his way, he was distracting you from what happened the day before.

“Don’t let those extras get into your head. The only person you need to approve is yourself.” Bakugou advises while pointing at you with his chopsticks. 

Your eyes had widened shows bewildered at his words as if he was speaking from experience, once his words sucked in which brought a wide grin on your lips. 

“Thank you.” Your eyes were starting to shine like before the incident happened with the rumors. Your eyes are a portal to how you feel. 

Bakugou rolls his eyes, “You should know this by now. Extra's opinions shouldn’t matter.” 

He knew you were hurting inside while putting on a strong face in front of everyone. But everyone has their limits by putting on that armor to make people intimate from messing with you. He knows it very well. 

As he refused for you to pay for the dinner bill to pay him back from playing in the arcade. You know arcades are not cheap but expensive. However, he beat you from paying by taking his credit card before you could. 

“Save that money for your mouth-” He exclaims calmly. 

“Bakugou, that's a lot of money. Let m-.” You tried to reason with him, but he continues to shoot you down. 

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Get it through your thick brain!” Bakugou slashing out, clearly getting irritated by you bugging him about paying him back. He clearly refuses to accept your money.  

At the end of the day, you were conflicted about how to feel about Bakugou since you saw another side of Bakugou that you haven’t seen until now. It's like Kirishima said to you before when you asked for Bakugou help for the gloves that you created for Midoriya. 

“He has a good heart, he just roughs around the edges. Give him time, he will get comfortable with you.” 

You had witnessed what Kirishima was talking about yesterday. Bakugou has a different way of showing he cares. However what caught you off guard when he had walked you back to your dorms like your bodyguard intimidating any students from looking over to you. 

You turn around in front of the steps of your dorm to thank him. “Thank you for everything. Bakugou.” 

Bakugou simply nods, like typical behavior for him. When you were turning around to walk up the stairs. He had grasped your wrist stopping you at your tracks. 

“You can call me. Katsuki, only if you want to... Have a nice night.” He lets go from your wrist. 

You were shocked that Bakugou even suggested it, but knew it's a big deal for him to permit him to call him by his first name. It could mean numerous things, but that is the moment you thought. He trusts you. 

Once you had sucked in his words, you only smiled back at him.

“I will be taking up that offer. Good night, Katsuki!” 

Unknown to you, Bakugoug Katsuki could feel his heart skip a beat from hearing your voice calling him by his first name. He couldn’t explain it, but it makes him feel weird in a way that is not normal for him. 

A small smile curls up to his lips while he was walking back to his dorms while recalling what happened that afternoon. He did have a lot of fun playing video games with you in an attempt to distract you from what is happening in school. 

He does care about you but is unsure why he is feeling this sort of way ever since the two of you started working together for your project of gloves. He has gotten comfortable with your presence more than he would like to admit. 

Perhaps, he has a crush on you….

It can’t be…, right?

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Fox - Chapter 11

Previously on Fox:

For the next couple of minutes, the three of us gather everything in the two hotel rooms that are ours, and we make our way out to the car. "I'll drive," I offer and the other two nod. Natasha takes the passenger seat and Clint takes the back.

I pull the out of the hotel parking lot and continue on our path towards the Quinjet in Great Britain.

3rd Person POV

On their way back to the Quinjet, the trio have to stop in a place called Budapest, Hungry.

"I'm going to go and see if I can find a market or something for us to eat," (Y/n) says and Clint and Natasha nod.

(Y/n) walks around the city, trying to find a store or something, but someone grabs her from behind and (Y/n) elbows the man in the black suit in the ribs, but she is knocked down another black suited man. Another man slams her in the back of the head, and stars erupt in her eyes. From the blood pouring from the back of her head, she realizes before she passes out that he must have had brass knuckles.

Kidnapping (Y/n) out had been surprisingly easy considering no one was on the streets.

One of the black suited men, grabs one of (Y/n)'s legs, and drags her across the street into the warehouse.

A few men come out and use some bridge cables to tie (Y/n)'s arms above her head, suspending her from the ceiling, but not before ripping off her leather jacket and shredding it to pieces.

When (Y/n) comes to, she looks up to see herself suspended from the ceiling, "Shoot, this sucks," (Y/n) mutters, realizing that she didn't have a way to break the cables.

"Look, the fox is awake," a creepy voice comes from behind her.

"Uh, well, my name isn't 'the fox,'" (Y/n) says. "It's just Fox."

"Hopefully now that we've got you here, we can get our Black Widow back," the man says, walking down the stairs, twirling a knife between his fingers, and coming to stand in front of (Y/n).

"She's not property," (Y/n) spits in the man's face. The man calmly wipes the spit off, and walks closer to (Y/n), the knife not being twirled anymore.

He takes the knife, and drags it down her left arm, pressing just hard enough to part the skin, a thin trail of blood poking through.

"Maybe now you'll be quiet," the man snaps.

"Probably not," (Y/n) answers. "I like to talk a lot. I'll go on, and on, and on, and on, and on," the man, seemingly getting angry, takes the knife and makes a couple horizontal lines, crossing the knife marks, "and on," (Y/n) finishes, her teeth clenched.

The man takes (Y/n)'s phone out of her back pocket, turns it on, and calls Clint's phone, putting it on speaker.

"Hello? (Y/n)? Where are you?" Clint's worried voice comes from the phone.

"If you ever want to see your little Fox again, I suggest you and the Widow come to this location," the man says, rattling off an address.

"Clint! Don't!" (Y/n) yells, the man turning and dragging the knife along her other arm and she cries out in pain. "They want Nat!"

"(Y/n), we're coming to get you!" Clint says.

"Don't! They want - " (Y/n) yells, but is stopped from saying anything else because another black suited man slaps a piece of duck tape over her mouth.

A few minutes earlier with Clint and Natasha

The archer and former assassin get two hotel rooms an are waiting around in Clint's for (Y/n) to come back.

"I wonder what's taking so long?" Clint wonders aloud.

"I don't know," Natasha says.

Then, Clint's phone rings and he answers it.

"Hello? (Y/n)? Where are you?" Clint's tone worried.

"If you ever want to see your little Fox again, I suggest you and the Widow come to this location," a man says, rattling off an address. Clint and Natasha exchange looks but turn back to the phone to hear (Y/n)'s voice.

"Clint! Don't!" (Y/n) yells, then cries out in pain. "They want Nat!" Clint and Natasha exchange wide eyed looks.

"(Y/n), we're coming to get you!" Clint says and Natasha nods in agreement.

"Don't! They want - " (Y/n) yells, but gets cut off.

"I'd hurry," the man's voice was back, talking over (Y/n)'s muffled screams of pain. "The little Fox might not be here long."

Back with (Y/n)

The (H/C) haired woman's chest heaves as one of the men cuts down her arms, across her legs, down her cheeks and along her collar bone.

"Now, hopefully, your friends should be here soon," the first dude says and (Y/n) lifts her head to glare at him. "Then, we can kill you and the archer, and take the Widow back where she belongs."

"She's not a piece of property," (Y/n) spits again, breathing heavily. The man continues with the knife, and while distracted, lights the palms of her hands on fire, and the cables start to fray.

After a minute or so, the dude stops with the knife and Clint and Natasha drop from the ceiling. (Y/n) kicks the man in the face and Natasha comes over and unties (Y/n)'s hands from the cables and the (E/C) eyed women drops to the ground.

"Thanks," (Y/n) says jumping to her feet and Natasha nods. (Y/n) closes her eyes and the wounds close. Clint backs up to his two friends as they become surrounded by black suited men.

"(Y/n)?" Clint asks, pulling out his bow and shooting a couple of the men. "You good?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" (Y/n) asks setting her hands on fire an punching some of the dudes in the face.

"It sounded like you were being gutted like a fish," Clint says and (Y/n) glances at the archer for a moment, ducking down as Natasha jumps over her and kicks one in the face.

"What does that even sound like?" (Y/n) asks, grabbing a dude that was about to shoot Natasha and throws him across the warehouse. "Get down!" (Y/n) calls, and Clint and Natasha drop to the ground as (Y/n) summons a blast of energy and knocking down about half the men.

"Jeez kid," Clint says, staring at (Y/n).

"Clint!" (Y/n) yells, jumping in between him an a couple men who were trying to kill him. "Pay attention!" She punches one in the face, knees one in the groin, and flips two over her shoulder, slamming them to the ground.

"Since when did you learn to fight like this?" Clint asks.

"Since forever," (Y/n) says, slamming her fists on the ground, sending an earthquake rumbling across the floor of the warehouse, knocking out about half of the remaining men.

Then (Y/n) looks down, her face going pale. Swallowing thickly, she watches as the front of her shirt pool with blood. "That can't be good," (Y/n) murmurs. Sticking through her stomach, was a spear. (Y/n) collapses to the ground, she had been impaled from behind.

"(Y/n)!"  Clint yells, attacking the man that had impaled (Y/n). Natasha and Clint fire their respective projectiles, killing the rest of the men.

Clint rolls (Y/n) onto her left side, the woman groaning in pain.

"You're going to have to push it all the way through," (Y/n) says, her teeth clenched.

Natasha crouches down in front of (Y/n), a worried expression on her face. (Y/n) lies her head on the ground her eyes closed.

"Take my hand," Natasha says, and (Y/n) opens an eye, "squeeze as hard as you need to."

"I can't," (Y/n) murmurs, "I'll break your hand. Clint, just do it," (Y/n) says.

"Kid -" Clint begins but (Y/n) cuts her off.

"Just do it, if you don't, I can't heal it," (Y/n) snaps, then cringes. "Sorry," she murmurs.

Clint, exchanges a look with Natasha, before grabbing the butt of the spear. Breathing in and out slowly, Clint pushes the spear through, Natasha grabbing the other end and pulling the last few inches out.

(Y/n)'s breath hitches as she looks down seeing the gaping hole in her stomach. "You gotta wrap it," (Y/n) murmurs, "or staunch the blood flow with something."

"Good thing I keep gauze in my jacket," Clint says, pulling a roll of gauze out his pocket.

(Y/n) laughs weakly, her (E/C) eyes opening a little. Clint unrolls the gauze and Natasha slowly sits (Y/n) u[, the (H/C) haired woman's head resting on Natasha's shoulder. Clint lifts up her shirt and he wraps up her wound tightly, (Y/n) flinching slightly. Clint stands up and wraps his arm around her shoulder, and the redhead and blond gently lift (Y/n) to her feet, (Y/n) leaning heavily on Clint.

"If I know anything, in a few years we're gonna be like, 'Just like Budapest all over again,'" (Y/n) jokes weakly.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" Natasha asks and (Y/n) smiles weakly.

"Something else, they took my phone, wallet and shredded one of my favorite jackets," (Y/n) complains. (Y/n) sticks out her hand, face up, and her phone and wallet appear in her hand. "There we go," (Y/n) says. "Now, lean me up against that wall," (Y/n) says and the two help her over to a wall. (Y/n) closes her eyes and she can feel the wound healing slowly. (Y/n) relaxes against the wall. "Well, this is horrible," (Y/n) jokes and Clint and Natasha roll their eyes. (Y/n) gets to her feet. "I'd like to take a three hour shower," (Y/n) says, walking backwards towards the door to the warehouse, "I hope you two got hotel rooms."

Clint and Natasha exchange a look before jogging after (Y/n).

"Hey (Y/n)?" Natasha says. "Before we walk into a hotel room, you should probably put this on," she hands (Y/n) her jacket. "You're covered in blood."

(Y/n) glances down at her shirt, before it had been a light blue, now it had turned a dark blue, almost black.

"You have a point," (Y/n) says, pulling on her dark blue leather jacket and zipping it up. "Now I will go and take my three hour shower." (Y/n) walks a few feet before turning back around. "Uh, where's the hotel?" (Y/n) asks, sheepishly.

Clint and Natasha look at each other and in unison they say, "We work with an idiot."

After about a week and a half of driving and stopping at hotel rooms and to eat, the three finally make their way into the Quinjet. The three put their stuff in the Quinjet and board it.

"Alright Pilot," Clint teases. "Let's get this bird in the air."

(Y/n) rolls her eyes and sits down in the pilot's seat, pulls on the noise canceling headphones, and starts the Quinjet.

"United States Air Force Captain (Y/n) Stark to Airport, Quinjet ready for takeoff," (Y/n) radios in.

"Airport to Stark, permission granted," a man radios back. "Have a nice flight Captain," the man adds.

(Y/n) raises the Quinjet into the air and puts in the coordinates for the SHIELD base in New Mexico; (Y/n) turning on the autopilot.

"New Mexico, here we come," (Y/n) says, standing up from the chair. "According to the coordinates and the speed of the Quinjet, we should be there in approximately ten hours," (Y/n) tells the other two.

Throughout the flight, the three take turns sleeping and keeping watch, but not at the same time because you can't sleep and keep watch at the same time.

At thirty minutes left in the flight, (Y/n) is keeping watch and Clint and Natasha are sleeping. She stands up and walks over to shake the two awake. "Guys, we're almost there," (Y/n) says and the two assassins wake up. "Clint, we should change into our SHIELD uniforms, and Natasha, I have something that you can wear," (Y/n) says, turning to the redhead. "We'll change first," She tells Clint and he nods. Natasha follows (Y/n) to the storage area and (Y/n) pulls out a pair of jeans, a light gray shirt and a heather gray leather jacket.

"Thanks, (Y/n)," Natasha says and (Y/n) nods.

"No problem Nat. We're going to have to take you to get some of your own clothes when we have a chance," (Y/n) tells her and Natasha actually gives her a small smile before walking over to change in private while (Y/n) pulls on her black SHIELD uniform. Natasha walks in as (Y/n) is tying the laces of her black combat boots.

"Let's go let Clint change, we should be there in about twenty minutes," Natasha says and the two walk out, side by side.

"Alright Clint, your turn," (Y/n) says, and she takes his place in the pilot's seat, Natasha in the co-pilot's.

(Y/n) puts the noise canceling headphones over her ears and radios into SHIELD. "Agents Barton and Stark reporting in from Quinjet 5. Does anyone copy?"

Natasha glances at (Y/n) as the silence stretches out. "Agent Maria Hill here, I copy. Where are you Captain Stark?"

"We're about five minutes out," (Y/n) tells Maria. "We have the new recruit we talked to Director Fury about."

"Good work, Captain," Maria says. "We'll see the three of you shortly."

Natasha takes off her headphones as Clint approaches. (Y/n) begins flipping switches and lowers the jet in the air as we approach SHIELD's tarmac. "And touchdown," (Y/n) murmurs, the Quinjet landing on the tarmac. "Nat, welcome to New Mexico," (Y/n) says and Natasha shoots her a smile as (Y/n) takes off the headphones.

Clint and (Y/n) walk beside Natasha as the three make their way out of the Quinjet. They walk across the tarmac coming to stand in front of Agents Coulson and Hill, and Directory Fury.

"Sir, this is Natasha Romanoff," (Y/n) introduces Natasha.

Fury studies the redhead for a moment before extending out his right hand. "Welcome to SHIELD, Agent Romanoff."

At the words, Clint and (Y/n) share a smile and Natasha shakes his hand then nods respectfully to Maria and Phil.

Word Count: 2260 words

So, I hope this is good for Budapest, because I wasn't completely sure how it went. I hope it was memorable enough for the trio to remember for tenish years.

I'm also really bad about writing fight scenes, so I'm really sorry if it ones I wrote sucked...

Anyway, I'd better get going on the next chapter...

Love y'all,             Kaitlynn ❤😍