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Chapter 2
Chapter 1 Here
“I’m afraid we’re going to have to let you go.” Mr. Pennyworth says.
It feels like a dagger has been shoved into my stomach. I’m not sure what to say, so he just continues anyway.
“Your productivity is by far the lowest in the company, you’re not reliable to show up on time or even at all, and your long hair is unprofessional and not befitting of this company’s standards.” He clears his throat, sifting through some papers. “We also have reason to believe you called-in on Friday without actually being sick.”
“What makes you think that?” I say, finally speaking up for the first time.
He shrugs, “Let’s just say we got an anonymous tip.”
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“Everything alright with you?” Max asks, moving his pawn forward to free up his bishop.
“I’m fine,” I say, half-heartedly moving my knight with no clear plan in place. “Lost my job today.”
Max frowns, moving his bishop out as I expected. “I’m really sorry, dude. That sucks to hear.”
“Yea…it’s fine, I guess,” I sigh, “Didn’t much like it there much anyway.”
He still hasn’t said anything about the other day. I’m not sure if he actually saw anything, or he did and just doesn’t want to bring it up. How do you talk about seeing a bunch of sissy toys and diapers in your roommate’s room? Is that even something to talk about?
I remember back in college when my roommate at the time had found a slew of sissy porn on my computer. I was there when he saw everything. That sick feeling in my stomach took forever to go away. It’s back now.
“Well if you start applying for jobs, you can always use me as a reference. Just say I’m an old manager or something.” He says, putting his Queen in a precarious position. I seize the opportunity and take it. I realize too late that it left my King open for an easy assault. An obvious trap I should have seen coming.
“Checkmate.” Max says, smiling.
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As the weeks went by, so did the job opportunities and applications. I rarely received any callbacks, and even if I got an interview, I’d either get ghosted afterwards or they would call and say something to the degree of “after careful consideration, we’ve decided to go with another candidate.”
God, the job market is rough.
My bank account is dangerously low. I probably should have done a better job of saving for times like this, but I guess I was more excited about buying outfits and diapers. Still, I’m not going to make it through the next month without some sort of income. It’s time to have the awkward conversation with Max.
“Hey, man. Can I talk to you for a sec?” I say, shuffling my feet into the living room.
He pauses the hockey game and turns to me, “what’s up?”
It’s such a weird topic to bring up, but I have to bite the proverbial bullet. “I’m having trouble finding a job…” I say sheepishly, “I didn’t work long enough at my last one to get severance, so…I’m a little low on funds.”
He just sits there, always with that stoic expression, listening intently. He doesn’t say anything, just lets me continue.
“So…umm..I’m uh, gonna be short on rent this month.”
Again he continues to stare at me, as if deep in thought, stroking his beard. It almost seems a little exaggerated. Like he’s acting.
“I see,” he finally says. “So you need me to help you?”
As demoralizing as it is to admit, I have to. “Yes…”
He smiles. “Okay. No problem.”
“Really?”
“Yea.”
I don’t know what to say. A weight of anxiety and fear is lifted off my shoulders. I can feel it melt away as I start to relax. “Thanks man, I really do appreciate it. I’ll find a way to make it up to you, I promise. Anything you need, just let me know.”
His eyes have a strange glint to them. Like he was hoping I would say exactly that.
“I actually do have a job in mind for you,” He says, “You can start today.”
I sense a sudden shift in the air around the room. He leans back on the couch a bit, patting the seat next to him. I find myself sitting down beside him, not exactly sure what’s going on, but sensing something amiss.
Max puts his hand on my leg, “it’s okay, nothing to worry about.” he says softly. I feel myself release a breath, feeling comforted, but still a little uneasy.
It’s like he’s holding something back. Like he’s trying to find the words but doesn’t know how to say it. I wonder if he knows. If he saw the things in my room.
“I saw the things in your room.” He says.
Yea, I’d say he knows…
My stomach does that familiar churning. The shame of what I've done, or been caught doing coursing through me. “I-i can explain…”
“Don’t bother.” He says, waving it away. “I’ve always had my suspicions.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I’ve always tried to be so reserved and secretive with my true desires. I didn’t think anyone else would notice.
He shifts on the couch again. When he does, something catches my eye, there’s a very large bulge in his shorts.
Noticing me looking at the log snaking down his leg, he starts running his hand over it and smiling. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”
I realize my mouth is hanging open. I gulp, shaking my head. “Not a real one.”
He laughs at that, it breaks some of the tension, then he shrugs. “Well, there’s a first time for everything…” he gently pulls at his zipper, snaking it down ever so slowly. But he doesn’t pull it out, just leaves it open, letting my imagination run wild. “Do you want to suck it?” He asks.
Again I find myself dumbfounded, this is all happening so fast, but before I can think about it I find the word escaping my lips.
“Yes.”
He chuckles. “Good, because you were going to have to do it anyway. This place ain’t cheap.”
After our awkward laughter dies down, I’m left in the precarious position of what to do next. Luckily, he guides me after several seconds of silence.
“Open my pants.”
I reach a shaky hand to his button, it takes me a bit to get my fumbling fingers to work it free.
Again, I’m lost as to what to do next. Should we kiss? Do I close my eyes? What do I—
“Take it out.”
His direction helps. It’s easier for me to follow orders than it is to take initiative in such uncharted territory. I reach my hand into the waistband of his boxers, feeling around for it, my heart beating out of my chest. It doesn’t take me long at all to find the warm, fleshy member. I gently pull it back, it bends a bit before snapping out of the boxers to stare straight up at me.
It’s big. Very big. I can barely wrap my fingers around it. The veins are popping out the side, and I can even feel his own heart beating through it. Pulsing. Rapidly. He’s just as nervous as I am but he doesn’t show it.
“Well...it’s not gonna suck itself…”
I realize I’ve been staring at it for a while. I use my other hand to wipe the drool from my mouth. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Somehow my throat feels both dry and wet at the same time, it doesn’t even make sense. Finally, I push past the nervous excitement, and lean forward. His cock seems to grow as it gets closer to my face. I’ve imagined this moment over and over for years. I’ve watched countless videos through the lens of girls wearing a GoPro on their head taking big, giant dicks into their mouths. But somehow this is different. I’m the girl now. It’s my POV, and it’s what I've always dreamed of.
I open my mouth when I’m inches away and close my eyes, imagining I'm one of the girls in those videos.
The head of his dick already feels different than my dildos. It’s squishier, warmer, and tastes just a little bit salty, but in a good way. In a great way. This is what I've always wanted, and I’ve finally gotten it.
I hear a soft moan escape my lips just before they close around his cock. It sounds pathetic, but I don’t care. Things finally feel…right. Like this is what was supposed to be in my mouth all along. All those things they told me in sissy porn were true.
I take him deeper in my mouth. I find it easier to slide it down my throat than my dildo. I take it as far as I can until my eyes water, then go back up for a breath.
In the overwhelming rush of stimuli, I forgot all the techniques I’ve practiced for so long. I try to remember: swirl your tongue, suction on the way up, not down, and most importantly: keep it nice and wet.
I let the drool run from my mouth, using my hand to coat his cock with it, taking a breath before diving back down.
“Someone’s been practicing.” He breathes.
I melt at his praise. I always wanted to be a cocksucker, and I always hoped I’d be a good cocksucker. But you never really know, my dildo doesn’t make noises.
But him? He was breathing heavily, moaning, groaning, and doing all the things that told me I was doing something right. It ignited a fire in me. With every grunt he made I found myself getting more and more enthusiastic so as to make it happen again.
Leaning over across the couch next to him is a bit awkward, though.
He notices. “Get on your knees.”
I take him out of my mouth and scramble a little too eagerly onto the floor between his legs.
He looks down at me, almost victoriously, like his plan has come to fruition. I am in no way perturbed. In fact, my cock is screaming inside my pants. I don’t think I've ever been this hard in my life.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.” He says, apparently noticing my penis poking prominently through my pants. “You can touch it.”
Is that his decision? I guess so…because as soon as he says it I find my hand going inside my pants.
“No no.” He says. “On the outside. Rub it like you’re a girl. A sissy girl.”
Just the sound of that word gives me a wave of pleasure. I’m so hot and bothered that my body is quaking. I love the way he’s dominating me. Taking my power away so I don’t have to make the decisions myself, and therefore making me more relaxed about doing something I may otherwise have chickened-out on. Would I be here, on my knees, about to suck his cock if he hadn’t made me? Is he making me? Or am I doing it on my own volition?
I knead the front of my crotch. Feeling my throbbing cock and nestling my aching balls. I feel a bit weird with him watching me, so I turn my attention back to his cock. Well, more specifically, his balls. I’ve learned that when worshipping a man—as I’m doing right now—maintaining eye contact while lapping at his balls is one of the perfect ways to show your submission. I also know (from being on the receiving end) that having your balls sucked does not feel nearly as good as porn makes it seem, it’s actually kind of painful.
So after licking his sack and stroking for several seconds, I spit on his dick and take it back into my mouth with renewed vigor. My own balls are aching at this point, I can feel them turning blue. I use two fingers and twirl them in circles over my pants while I bob up and down on Max’s dick.
“Fuck yea…” he moans. God it feels so good to make him make those noises. “I’m gonna cum.”
So am I.
Knowing he’s on the verge gets me insatiably hot. I want nothing more than to get him to bust in my mouth, like some sort of primal need.
I hear myself moaning again. I’m not sure if it’s from the pleasure I'm giving or receiving.
“You want it in your mouth?” He asks considerately.
“Mhmm!!” I swoon hungrily around his dick. My hand gyrates over my own. The thought of making a man cum in my mouth is too much to handle. I feel a warmth fill my pants as I shake and convulse, trying to keep my focus on his dick while I spasm in an intense orgasm.
I feel the desire begin to fade. The reality of what I'm doing seeping in. This is my roommate, and I’m on my knees in our living room slobbering all over his big dick like a girl he just met on Tinder.
“Ohh yea…” he twitches. I can feel the head of his penis swelling, even more than it was before. It gets me excited again. Eager. Desperate. “Right there, just like that! I’m almost there…”
I’ve never been on the receiving end of that statement. Guys saying they’re almost there but are actually a few minutes out.
My cheeks are starting to burn, my throat is getting sore, it burns from the bile of gagging, I need air, to take a break and a breath, but I don’t want to lose my progress. I need to power through and do what I need to do.
He grips the cushion of the couch. His legs flail and tense. The head of his cock is bigger than ever. His breathing becomes labored, syncopated, and then it stops.
That’s when I felt the first gush hit my tongue. Even though I was expecting it, I wasn’t exactly ready for it. Another pump, and then another. I worry I won’t be able to hold it all.
He gives a big exhale, and that’s when I know he’s spent. I hold his dick and his cum in my mouth a bit, not exactly sure what to do next. I suck a bit more to pull out any remaining drops, then take him out of my mouth.
The jizz is warmer than I expected it to be, saltier too, but it doesn’t taste bad. It’s my reward. A token of my accomplishment. I just sucked my first real dick, and it was everything I hoped it would be.
I gulp down the load, smiling gratefully like any good little slut would.
“Good job.” He says, patting me on the head like I’m a well-behaved puppy. “Now run along…”
That’s it. He doesn’t say anything else. Just pulls up his pants, zips them back up, grabs the remote, and resumes the Hockey game.
A little disheveled, I wipe the slobber from my mouth, get up, and head out of the room like a discarded toy. What did I expect to happen? For us to cuddle and whisper sweet nothings into each other’s ear? I don’t even think I would want that. But to be thrown away like that makes me feel…used.
Then I remember the wet, sticky stain in my pants. A reminder that I enjoyed myself, a lot.
So I guess it’s no surprise that when I got back to my room, I shut the door, locked it, and started enjoying myself two more times…
To Be Continued
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Back to you (Crumble pt 2.)
Wooyoung x FEM!reader
| non-idol au | drama/romance | 18+!! |
Weeks apart from Wooyoung and San have effected you mentally and physically. Your travel companion has no luck breaking through to you and with all your energy drained, you pass out. What happens after the hospital will change everything.
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Every part of you felt numb. Your body was heavy and heart shattered. The whole event of last night played through your head over and over again, hurting more each time.
You didn’t want it to be real. You didn’t want San and Wooyoung to be gone.
“Wake up. We’re here.” The males voice came from the front seat.
You sat up to look at your surroundings, a small cabin on a lake front with not much else in sight. To most it would be peaceful, but to you it was hell at the moment.
You took Ella from her car seat, holding her in your lap as you sighed quietly. “Guess we’re here.” You told her, exiting the car.
“Where are we?” You asked the male, who was grabbing the bags from the car.
“Somewhere safe.” He simply replied, motioning for you to follow him to the cabin.
You rolled your eyes at his answer, following inside. It was decent enough, a living room with tv, the kitchen was stocked with new pots and pans, and a pile of groceries were stacked on the floor.
You made your way down the hall, glancing in at the bathroom before finding your and Ella’s bags in a room at the end of the hall. You got her freshened up and grabbed a bottle before setting in a crib that had been set up.
You laid on your side on the bed across from the crib, watching as she played with the toys and stuffies Woo had grabbed for her. You couldn’t help but cry again, feeling hopeless and confused.
San and Wooyoung had always kept the business side of things hush hush, but over time you started to pick up on little things. Woo arranged boxing matches where people placed high bets to watch San fight an opponent.
99% of the time San was victorious, in exception for Leeknow. Every few weeks the boys would come home after a loss and chat over how to defeat him the next time. Woo always said the loss left a dent in their wallets.
The knock on the door woke you up. You groaned quietly, not even realizing you had fallen asleep.
“Sorry…she’s been fussing. I can take her if you want.” The male said.
It was only now you realized who had been accompanying you this whole time. “Mingi?”
“Yea..I didn’t think you remembered.” He chuckled, taking a few steps towards the crib.
“No.” You said quickly, “I got her.”
You rushed to your feet to swoop Ella into your arms, hushing her as you dug through one of the bags.
“Sorry.” Mingi said quietly, scratching the back of his head. “I have dinner going. It’ll be ready soon.” He smiled softly before turning and heading back to the kitchen.
You didn’t exactly remember Mingi, but he had been one of your elementary school friends and you thought he’d left town years ago.
Once you found a soother for Ella, you both made your way into the kitchen. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep, but the cabin looked much cozier than when you arrived.
A small play area had been set up in the living room, which you placed Ella into after giving her a kiss on the forehead.
“Are you hungry?” Mingi asked from the kitchen.
“Uh, no. No thanks. Ella’s probably starving.”
“I made her mashed peas and potatoes. There’s a few pieces of pork chop cooling for her too.”
To your surprise, the food at prepared correctly for her age and was made into a smiley face on a cute dinosaur plate.
“Don’t worry, I know how to not kill a baby. I have a three year old and a handful of nieces and nephews.” Mingi smirked, passing you the plate and a baby spoon.
“Thanks.” You mumbled quietly.
You sat inside Ella’s play area and propped her inside the bumbo seat before feeding her dinner.
“I think she approves.” Mingi said from the kitchen table as he munched down on his own meal.
You ignored his comment, focusing on keeping Ella’s face clean as your thoughts wondered to Woo and San. You couldn’t help but worry and wonder where they were, if they were okay. Not to mention the hurt you felt from then suddenly leaving you.
The day creeped into night and you went along with your normal routine with Ella, bathing her and reading a couple of stories before settling her down in bed with a bottle.
Mingi had made himself comfortable in the smaller bedroom, setting up a little gaming station and some mood lighting. It seemed like he was always making someplace feel like home.
“You still haven’t eaten.”
His deep voice creeped out from his room, you peaked in to see him sitting on a bean bag chair, playing gta on a small tv screen.
“I just don’t feel hungry. I’m fine though.” You smiled softly before turning towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower. Do you mind listening out for her?”
“No problem at all.”
The hot water washed over your face as you sobbed as quiet as you could. There was a million questions running through your head. Why San would just send you off without explanation. Why they couldn’t go with you. There was no off button to the mess in your head.
As you opened the bathroom door, Mingi gave you a small wave, “She’s snoring. I’m heading to sleep soon.” He stretched out before standing up and heading to the door, leaning onto the side as he started to close it.
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks. Night.”
You tried to comfort yourself with Woo’s shirt, the familiar sent of him brought you mixed emotions, which you tried your best to push aside. At some point you drifted to sleep on your tear stained pillow, thought it was nothing compared to falling asleep in Woo’s arms as he fucked you slowly.
The next few days felt numb. You went through day by day, moment by moment just focusing on Ella. You were a mess. You had barely eaten, barely spoken to Mingi. The only update you had gotten was that Leeknow had thrown a fight and his people were angry with the loss.
You were too exhausted to focus on what was being told to you as Mingi filled you in the latest events.
“I guess it’s almost resolved. There was some sort of confrontation but they ended up actually chatting.”
Your eyes tried to focus on Mingi cleaned dishes, but the room started to spin.
“If all goes well, you should be going home pretty so-”
Your body fell to the ground with a hard thud as you blacked out. The lack of food and hours of crying finally had you hitting a brick wall.
Mingi cursed as a glass dropped from his hand, he ran to your side and patted your face a few times. “Fuck. Come on, wake up.”
He grabbed your glass of water off the table and splashed it on your face, “Y/N.” He tapped your face a little harder as you woke a bit, still very fuzzy and spaced.
You remember being in the car as Mingi drove towards the nearest hospital. Ella was strapped in her seat and you laid fading in and out on the seat next to her.
The beeping of a heart monitor rang in your ears as you came out of unconsciousness, you mumbled to yourself as the nurse greeted you and let you know what was going on.
“We gave you some fluids but you’re going to need to eat before you leave, other than that, you and the baby are overall fine.”
“What?” Your tone was unexpectedly harsher than you expected.
“Well we had to run a blood test just to make sure it was lack of nutrients…I-I’m sorry, if you didn’t know.”
You stared blankly for a moment, “No-“ you paused to look at her, offering a small smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You laughed quietly as a tear fell down your cheek. “Thank you.”
After following the doctors orders and apologizing to Mingi and Ella for not taking care of your self, you were happily on your way home.
Though your heart ached for Wooyoung more than ever, you couldn’t help but smile down at your stomach.
“I think you should name them Grey.”
“Grey?”
“Yeah. It’s my favorite color - well actually charcole, but that’s a weird name for a kid.”
You shook your head and laughed as the drive continued, filled with small chat and plans to make the best of things.
“By the way” Mingi started as he pulled into the long driveway down to the cabin, he paused and quickly checked his phone before pointing to a car parked near the house. “You have a visitor.”
Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of your brother as the car came to a stop, you rushed out and over to hug him tightly.
“I swear to god if you ever do that again”
“It won’t happen again. Ever.”
“Promise.”
“Promise. We’re going straight.”
San explained how Wooyoung had made a deal with Leeknow’s people to get them out of the game and in exchange they would own and operate a car repair shop.
As San continued to speak, your eyes drifted to the cabin door opening and you took off running towards Wooyoung as he walked out.
Tears were streaming down your face as you leaped into his arms, kissing his lips as deep as you could.
“You came back.” You whispered against his lips, pressing your head against his.
“I’m not going anywhere ever again.”
“Good. Ella and her little brother or sister are gonna need their daddy.”
Woo looked down at you with a look of shock and wonder, which you nodded a few times to confirm what he was thinking.
He wrapped his arms around you again, spinning you around as he kissed your cheek repeatedly.
“Get a room!” San yelled with a laugh.
Woo gave him the finger as he carried you back into the cabin and closed the door behind him.
You laughed in his arms and held onto him until he put you back on the ground, “Go get your daughter.” You laughed, giving him another kiss.
“Our daughter.” He whispered.
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Movie Night
By Sawyer-Summary:You and Jean are roommates and decide to watch a movie together
warning:Smut 18+ oral m receiving
jean × female reader
a/n:this was off the top of my head😁that’s why it’s so short and there will not be a part 2 hope you enjoy!⭐️
You and Jean really don't talk much with you both having busy schedules working and hanging out with separate friends or just spending time alone. After getting your own apartment and realizing you would need some help with rent and bills you interviewed multiple people before Jean came along he was perfect everything you needed in a roommate he was nice, cleaned up after himself, and didn't make to much noise most importantly, he was very nice to look at especially late at night when you would go to the kitchen to get a snack and he would be fresh out the shower with a towel hanging loosely off his hips showing his toned abs and the V on his abdomen seeing it always made you feel things it would happen so often you swear he was doing it just so you could stare as he walked to his room.
It was 10:00 pm and you were in your room bored out of your mind until you finally decided to watch a movie on the couch in the living room..
you walk out of you room to see Jean already sitting on the couch wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a white tee looking for something to watch on Netflix.
"Hey Jean couldn't sleep?" you say looking at him
"Uh i wasn't exactly trying….just wanted to find something to watch." he says surprised at your presence but not startled
"Yea?.did you find anything?" you ask as you sit beside him just a little too close but not too much
"not really...i think i'll just put in my favorite movie is that ok?"he asks not wanting to ruin your night "yea sure i was probably gonna do the same and fall asleep on the couch anyway"
He puts on a movie called "Vacation" (which is not on Netflix but i digress)
"This is your favorite movie?" you ask genuinely surprised "Yea why did you ask like that?...it's hilarious." Jean asked a little offended
"No i know it's just i wasn't expecting a movie like this to be your favorite!" you say chuckling "what kind of movies do you think i watch?” Jean asks
"I don't know Actions movies or something like, the mission impossible movies definitely not this" you say defending your laughter
"yea there not my thing i love comedies and quit laughing!"
"Sorry" you say still chuckling but starting to focus on the movie
About 30 mins go by while your watching the movie and the part where Chris Hemsworth walks in the bedroom comes on and tension starts to grow between the two of you and you start to realize how close you guys are. Your thighs are touching and his arm is resting on the couch cushions behind you and you start to smell his cologne it smells like vanilla, basil and mint, sweet but kind of manly it was surrounding you.you start to tense up and Jean notices
"You okay?" Jean asks placing his hand on your shoulder
"Yea...I'm fine!"
After the movie ended you two just ended up talking about anything and everything then the topic of sex came up what he's done, what you've done, what he hasn't done, what you haven't done facing each other on the couch with your knee touching his thigh
Then he says one of the most shocking things you thought could come out of his mouth "Wait.what?.. you've never had a blow job?" you asked appalled
"No, I haven't, would stop acting so surprised"
“Well I am Jean I mean look at you”
"I haven't had sex as much as people think I'm, not a man whore you know"
"yea that's even harder to believe"
you feel a strike of confidence realizing you've given about 4 blow jobs and they have been very well received "Well you know Jean there's nothing wrong with being a little inexperienced," you say with a sly smirk across your face placing your hand on his thigh
"Really?" he asks giving you the same energy " Yea I mean I'm pretty experienced myself and you won't have to do anything but enjoy yourself,” you say moving to your knees and kneeling right in front of him with your hands moving up and down his thighs
He spreads his legs for you to get between them and looks at you while biting his bottom lip the sight alone makes you wet "You, sure Princess?" he says looking you in the eyes. you nod your head at him
"Use your words baby" he says in a sultry tone "Yes I'm sure" you say pulling down his pajamas bottoms and boxers. Before you can take the off fully his already hard cock springs free and the sight is mouth-watering
You grab onto his throbbing cock with one hand with the other on his thigh and immediately start to please him with one slow and sloppy lick from his base up to his tip. He takes a soft deep breath as you do so. You then continue to put half of his length in your mouth and tightening your jaws around it while moving your head back and forth with your tongue swirling around his tip.
You hear a soft moan come from his lips as you felt the muscles in his thigh tighten. You pull his dick out of your mouth for a second to spit on it then you continue to suck it like you were before, but this time you used both hands to stroke it as you sucked it. Making him moan louder. You could taste a bit of precum in your mouth that motivated you to go faster and tighten your jaws more even though they were a bit tired.
But hearing how much he enjoyed it was like music to your ears. He threw his head back and grabbed your hair then started to push your head down farther making you gag a bit.
By this point you could feel his tip touching the back of your throat. As you kept moving your head back and his legs began to shake as he groaned “Y-Y/n im about to cum.”
Him saying that made you go faster than you did before and using as much of your spit as you could. He thrusted his hips a bit as you did so making it sloppier. You tightened both your hands around his fat cock and twisted it as it was still in your mouth.
Then with one last long moan he released all his cum into your mouth, completely covering your tongue. You lick up every last drop and swallow it after also licking your fingertips like you would after finishing a delicious meal.
He watched as you did and said “Fuck baby you did so good.” he grabbed your cheeks and gave your a kiss of approval
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Drive-ins & Earthquakes
Bucky Barnes x Reader + a very clueless Steve
Bucky has the biggest crush on you but he’s scared a humiliating conversation will ruin his chances
Warnings: Fluff, vague mentions of sex
Masterlist
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"A player? Huh now?" You smirked.
"Oh please tell me more Rogers."
Steve blissfully continued, unaware of Bucky's strained neck and vigorous hand movements telling him to cut it out.
His eyes brightened with excitement, happy to continue the tales of his best friends' antics.
"Used to have girls on each arm wherever he went. They just flocked to him like birds to a tree. Oh, and remember that old car you had, Buck?"
"No I do not," Bucky gritted. "How about we change the–"
"What was it? A Cadillac? Buick? All I know is Buck had a new girl ridin’ in that front seat every weekend. Probably taking them to that lookout point and—"
"Steve!" Bucky was visibly upset, his voice raising into a shout.
"What, Buck? C’mon you gotta admit you were a bit wild back then, especially at those drive-in theaters. Not sure how you always managed to get a girl naked in a pack full of cars."
He was fighting the urge to race over to Steve and slap his hand over his mouth, muffling any words that tried to escape. But then his adoration for you would’ve been too obvious.
I mean it’s not like his crush on you was exactly discrete. Everyone always caught him gawking at you during meetings or following you around in a poor attempt to spark a conversation. It was as if everyone knew but you— and he certainly didn’t want you finding out because his best friend is taking a painful trip down memory lane.
Unfortunately, Steve ignores his pleas and jumps into another story.
“Let me tell you, I used to park next to him at those theaters and I swear it looked like an earthquake hit his car. Thought the wheels would pop off with how much it was shaking!”
"God dammit Steve will you just shut up!"
There’s a long pause of silence until you burst into laughter. Steve looks between the two of you, a dawn of realization hitting him over the head as he watches Bucky look away in disappointment. His eyes grow wide with regret while Bucky's filled with embarrassment.
You’re clenching your stomach, tears sprouting from your eyes all while Bucky watches in defeat. He’d been trying to ask you out for so long, and after today? He isn’t too sure he ever will.
"I swear he's making it worse than it seems..." Bucky trails off.
"Yea— yea. I definitely was stretching the truth. The car was actually pretty stable.”
You burst into another fit of giggles, hardly able to stand up straight.
“Sorry Buck, maybe I should just...yea." And with that, Steve turns around quickly, exiting the room before he can say anything else to ruin his friends chances.
Bucky’s arms were folded, his mind questioning whether or not he should just leave entirely.
Noticing his silence, you place your hand over your mouth to withhold your uncontainable laughter. You bite your lip, “I’m sorry.”
He turns to you, face beet red as he tries to defend himself. “It was like one time…or two,” he murmurs.
Finally you get yourself under control, but a wide grin is still plastered on your face. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Buck. You were just having fun.”
He releases a heavy sigh, “Yea. I guess so.”
You take a step closer, a mischievous look on your face as your eyes connected with his. He tried to avoid your gaze but you weren’t having it, taking your hand in his until he’s forced to give you the time of day.
“I know a good drive-in a few minutes away. Maybe you could take me sometime?”
His lips part with shock. “I— uh— yea sure. I’d love to take you.” She asked me. She asked me! What’re the fucking odds of that!
“Great. Oh and Buck?”
His voice is high with excitement. “Yea?”
“I wouldn’t mind a few of those earthquakes.”
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the only exception ~ tom kaulitz
background: you and Tom had been hooking up for a while now, probably close to around half a year. you had a big crush on him but were very aware that he didn’t do relationships, so even though you were ‘physically’ with him, you never let yourself get super emotionally attached. Tom couldn’t say the same for himself, though. He wanted you, and only you.
warnings: nothing much just kissing and swearing lol
a/n~ sorry for being m.I.a!! I had to visit my dad in serbia and it sucked because I hate my dad and he hates me lolllll speaking of I wrote a fic that was requested where like the ready has daddy issues and tom like helps her through it but I think I made it wayyyy to like serious I think the word is? and its very long so I’m considering scrapping it idk, also I’m getting to all ur requests that I wanna do dont worry !!
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“hello?”, i said, picking up my phone. it was tom, my long-term fling. I can’t remember exactly how I met him, or exactly how we started hooking-up. I had heard about his band before we met, and I thought they were cool, but i didn’t quite understand just how popular they were. Until after meeting Tom, i didnt know about his ‘reputation’ either. I didn’t know until after the first time we hooked up. He had made us trade numbers, and i was expecting a call at least a day or two after we had seen each other, but nothing. I decided to do some research, just to find out that the boy i was crushing on was in fact a hardcore player. A womanizer, if you will. Part of me wanted to never go out with him again, the smart part of me. But another part of me wanted him so badly, so overwhelmingly bad that I went with my heart instead of my head. I liked Tom, I really did. I couldn’t help it. But I didn’t want myself to get hurt, so I expected just about nothing from him. We fuck and then it’s over. Whenever he would ask me to stay the night or do any of that stuff, I would politely decline and leave. Sometimes we would go out and do non-sexual things, but they always ended sexual. I learned to become okay with that, and I ultimately stopped expecting us to do anything that was hooking up.
“Hey, are you busy?”, he asked.
“Hmm, i dont know, maybe, depends on why you’re calling.”, I teased. he chuckled.
“Uh-huh… well I was thinking, that if you’re free, I could take you out somewhere.”
“take me out, huh? is that code for fucking?”, this earned me another laugh.
“no, no, it can be, but I want to actually take you out.”, he chuckled.
“are you asking me out on a date?”, i asked, a little confused.
“…yes?”
I was quiet for a second, apparently a second too long.
“look if you dont want to, we don’t have to, I just thought-“, he started.
“no, no! sorry! I was thinking but yes, I’m free and we should go out!”, I interrupted. I heard him release a breath he was holding, probably one he didn’t intend for me to hear.
“okay, yea, cool. when can I pick you up?”
“hmm let’s say in about 30 minutes? does that work?”
“perfect.”
“mhm, I’ll see you then.”
“bye.”, he said just before I hung up.
tom kaulitz. taking me out on a date?? what????
I got up almost immediately and started to get ready. I wanted to look as cute as possible. I ran over to my wardrobe and searched through it for a good five minutes. I found this super cute, also pretty tiny, pleated denim skirt and this purple and black top that had a lot of lace detailing and these little puffy princess sleeves. I put on some jewelry, makeup, and these black boots I had. I left my hair down, i noticed that when I did, Tom always complimented it. I grabbed my purse and threw some gum, lipgloss, my phone, and my little digital camera in there.
I glanced at the clock and saw that he should be here any minute. I stepped outside and waited for about 3 minutes, which would’ve been fine, if it wasn’t as cold as it was. I didn’t feel like going back in, just in case he showed up right as i did. I was shivering a tiny bit and got some goosebumps, but to my relief, and pulled in front of my house not too much later. I got in, the warm air of his car heaters hitting me.
“shit, you look freezing. how long were you out there for?”, Tom asked, looking genuinely concerned.
“I’m cold but I’m fine.”, I laughed it off.
“okay, do you need a jacket or-“
“No!! I’m serious! I’m okay.”, I laughed some more.
“okay, okay! just checking.”, he smiled. I watched as his eyes did a quick scan over me.
“you look pretty. your hair looks really nice too.”, he said, his eyes averting back forward as he began to drive away.
“thank you. you don’t look too bad yourself.”
he playfully rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help but smile as well.
“sooo… where are we going?”, I questioned.
“you’ll see.”
“Oh, c’mon. I hate surprises.”
“You’ll like this one, trust me.”
I sighed and faced myself back forward. Some radio station was playing softly in the background as we raced down the highway.
the drive to the mystery place wasn’t far, only a 20 minute drive, which I filled with a lot of talking. mainly about random stuff, Tom telling a few jokes which never failed to make me laugh. He pulled into a parking lot which only had a few other cars. I looked around, it looked like we were at some kind of fancy park. A garden maybe? He leaned over the center console and grabbed something from the backseat.
Tom dropped a large black zip up jacket in my lap.
“My jacket, so you aren’t freezing your ass off the entire time.”
“Oh, thank you.”, i said quietly. He got out of the car and made his way to the back. I followed his lead, getting out of the car, putting on the jacket but not zipping it. I walked around to the back of the car where the trunk was open. There were two big woven picnic baskets. Tom grabbed both and I shut the trunk door as he began to walk off. I caught up with him.
“Do you want me to carry one?”, i motioned to the baskets.
“It’s okay, just follow me.”, he said, continuing his venture into the park. I followed close behind.
We didn’t walk for long, it was a really beautiful park. There were lots of flowers and little benches everywhere. Lots of really big and beautiful trees too. We stopped in front of this big pond, the water was so clear you could see the miniature fish swimming. there was a swan that swam around too.
Tom opened one of the baskets, revealing a big blanket. Without a word, I helped him spread it out over the fluffy grass. He sat down on it and patted the little space next to him, indicating for me to sit down as well. I did. He grabbed the other basket next to him and moved it to be in front of us. Tom opened it and inside were a ton of snacks. All of my favorites. I was shocked to say the least.
“Oh my god, how did you know?”, i said, mouth slightly agaped. He looked proud of himself.
“You mentioned some of your favorite snacks once or twice.”, he nonchalantly shrugged.
“This is lovely, Tom.”, I replied, sounding as genuine as I ever had. His eyes met mine and I gave him a little smile which he returned.
“What is all of this for?”, i added.
“Just wanted to do something nice for you, I guess.”, he mumbled and looked away.
I gently placed my hand over his, his head turned to mine.
“I appreciate it, I really do.”, i smiled. my thumb caressed his hand for a second.
“I like spending time with you, y’know? even when we’re not…”, he trailed off. I laughed, taking my hand off his, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Tom.
I grabbed one of the many snacks he packed and started to eat. In between bites, I would ramble about different things. He always would just listen to me talk, admiring me as he did. This went on for a while. Tom started eating some. Somewhere in the midst of this, my position changed. I now had my head laid across his legs, my legs stretched out and my hair splayed all over his lap. i stopped eating and just started talking. Tom gazed down at me. Eventually he lit a cigarette and started smoking. He held the cigarettes between his pointer and middle finger, moving it down for me to take a puff. I did, peering into his eyes as I did so. They weren’t filled with their normal lust, but they looked like they had something else in them. I couldn’t figure it out.
Tom talked some too, mainly making crude jokes. I always laughed, no matter how stupid. I think he enjoyed that.
He took a hit and then leaned over, his mouth hovering over mine. I opened and allowed him to blow the smoke in my mouth. He sat back up and watched as slowly blew it out.
“I know this isn’t a normal thing to do when we ‘meet up’, but i really like it.”, Tom said, his fingers intertwined with the ends of my hair.
“Really?”, i asked. I knew for a fact he enjoyed my body, but I wasn’t aware he liked spending time with me when we weren’t doing one another.
“yea… why’s that so shocking?”
“Um, i dont know. I guess I thought you really only wanted sex from me.”
“Oh.”
“Yea..”
“Uh, I guess that’s just what I wanted at first. But the more I started seeing you, the more I wanted to see you again.”
“Oh?”
“Yea, and whenever I would invite you to stay over or do anything like that, you would always say no. Kind of assumed you were the one who only wanted me for sex.”
“I don’t, I just assumed you were trying to be polite or something. It’s stupid, I guess.”
“No, it’s not. At this point, you know me and you know the reputation I have, so i understood why you thought that.”
“Sorry…”, I muttered, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Don’t be sorry.”
We sat in silence for a few moments, but it wasn’t awkward.
“I was thinking about maybe doing this kinda thing more often with you, I mean, we can still do our normal things we do, but maybe we can start doing more of this too.”
“What? Like go on dates?”, i furrowed my brows.
“Yea, something like that.”
“I feel like that’s something only couples do.”, i sorta laughed. He was quiet, which made me sit up, I looked over at him. He was staring at his lap in my absence.
“Is that… not a possibility?”, he murmured.
“But… I thought you dont do commitment? and relationships?”
“Yea, i dont usually.”
“I can’t go on dates with you and act all boyfriend-girlfriend unless you are actually going to commit. I’m not going to do that to myself, Tom. I can’t let myself get hurt like that.”, i said quietly but sternly. I had to be sensible, i didn’t want to be just another girl that got fooled by Tom Kaulitz.
“I know, but i want to try.”, he looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“What changed? What’s different now than from when I first met you?”, I asked, still unsure.
“I hate talking about my feelings.”, he huffed.
“I’m not gonna judge you or anything, I just need to know.”
“You changed me. You did. I didn’t want to date any of the girls I hooked up with for one night because they just weren’t worth it and they didn’t mean that much to me. You’re one of the only girls I’ve consistently seen for more than a month. I haven’t gotten with any other girl than you for like 4 months. I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t ignore it. And I want more of you. More than just the physical aspects. Dont get me wrong, I love those parts of you too, but i want you for more than just your body. Dude, I can’t stop saying stupid ass jokes to you just because I want to hear your laugh. So yeah, I haven’t ever really commited before because I didn’t really do relationship. But, for you, it’s different. You are the only exception.”
“What? Really? I had zero idea you felt that way at all…”, I replied, astounded.
“Well I do feel that way and have for a little while now.”
“You aren’t playing with me, right?”, i asked, still not believing it.
“Really?? I practically just confessed myself to you and you still don’t believe me?”
“Okay, I’m sorry! You’re right, this was just, unexpected from you.”
“So… what do you think?”
“I want you too, Tom.”, I managed to say. A smile grew on his once nervous face. He cupped my face in his hands and began to lean in.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Mhm.”, i responded. He kissed me so passionately, I felt like I was floating. My hand went to his jaw, my thumb subconsciously tracing little hearts on his lower cheek. I could feel him smile into the kiss. I pulled away, my forehead still connected with his. I started giggling a little, looking away and hiding my face.
“Oh, c’mon. Dont be shy, now.”, Tom pulled my back towards him so I was leaned against his frame, his arms wrapped around my torso. He left little kisses on the top of my head.
“Wow.”
“Hm?”, he hummed.
“Can’t believe I was your only exception.”, i said with a cocky smile in attempt to poke fun at him.
I could feel him roll his eyes.
“Uh-huh, whatever. Its true.”
“I kinda never thought this day would come.”, i said, my finger trailing up and down his, that rested on my stomach.
“Yea, me too, I guess. But I’m glad that it did.”
I smiled, turning my head around to kiss him again.
A new beginning.
His first real relationship.
It was me, I was his only exception.
Something about that phrase made me feel like the most special girl in the world.
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#tokio hotel#tokio hotel fanfic#tokio hotel fluff#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel imagine#tom kaulitz#tom kaulitz angst#tom kaulitz x reader#tom kaulitz x you#tom kaulitz fluff#tom kaulitz fanfic#tom kaulitz x y/n
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So I just read your hanzo space hcs and I loved the part about hushed conversations between him and genji in Japanese and I'm sorry if this request doesn't make a lot of sense but could I ask for a reader who finds out hanzo likes them because they know Japanese and listen to the arguments between hanzo and genji? Thank you and I'm sorry if this is long or confusing.
Mam/sir no this is not confusing. I like that you elaborated on the scenario u wanted me to write cus boi it helps hehe.
This became a monster of a fic jesus so uhhh more content for you i guess pardon the wait. I might edit this later cus Im not sure if Im happy with it now but eh its been stuck in my inbox for so long with some other requests better release now.
Shimada Hanzo x Reader - Hidden Confessions
Hanzo would likely be crushing on you after spending quite some time with you as friends. It’s hard to tell though because he never really says how he feels out loud, like I doubt you even are aware he considers you as a friend unless you confident/observant as hell or sth happened that both of you had to clarify for the sake of your friendship.
But alright lets say that you both consider each other as friends and you both know that. Cus friends to lovers tropes are gucci hehehehehe.
Ok so you def have to be crushing on Hanzo at this point, which I dont blame you for btw like look at the man. There’s a reason for the loads of fanart around him.
Unfortunately as we all know with the fucking friends to lovers trope drama, you cant just admit you like Hanzo that way, cus what if he doesnt sees you that way and it ruins your friendship and makes everything btw u??? Uh yea better safe than sorry bitches. Just keep it down and appreciate that you get to hang out with the angsty ass archer anyway.
Except…some kinda weird things have been going on with Hanzo and Genji? You think you see Genji talking to Hanzo in hushed whispers abt something that, based on Hanzo’s flushed and irritated expression, Hanzo clearly doesnt want to talk abt. It HAS piqued you interest when it tends to occur more often whenever you see the Shimada bros tgt. Asking Hanzo about it however just has him to dismiss it and change the subject. Rip.
Later on those hushed conversations do end up occurring in front of you and other overwatch members, in Japanese, since not many people do really know the language and the conversation was prob meant to be abt sth private and secretive.
Except, you do know Japanese. You didn’t exactly inform Hanzo or Genji of it because it seemed really entertaining to have them have these supposedly private Japanese conversations OUT LOUD without realising there were people who understood what they were saying. I mean, if it was a really sensitive thing they should be speaking behind closed doors right? Like cmon lol.
Usually, whenever the Shimada brothers talk to each other in Japanese, they would exchange some form of wit or ridiculous reference to their past (like that time Genji tried to cajole Hanzo into joining the DDR contest during one of the weekly game night sessions, until Hanzo said he still has pictures of Genji’s 16th Birthday Party Incident in Japanese. Ngl you were a lil curious what the incident was, but its likely some form of embarrassing blackmail).
However THIS TIME, it was completely different. You were chilling with a few other overwatch members plus Hanzo and Genji in the recreation room. Cue your surprise when Genji decided to ask Hanzo in Japanese:
“Sooooo…have you confessed your feelings yet, brother?”
Im sorry HANZO?? HAS FEELINGS FOR SOMEONE????? Thank god they weren’t really focusing on you that much otherwise they would have noticed your body tense a little at that. You don’t know exactly how to feel about this because this can either spell sth great or very bad for you, but most likely bad because what are the chances…right?
Hanzo predictably flushes a little, scowling even harder. If you didn’t know any better you would probably have thought that the archer was pissed at Genji about something instead of being embarrassed (tho i mean when has hanzo never been annoyed at genji lol)
At Hanzo’s expression, Genji sighed out loud. “You do realise you can’t stew on your feelings forever-“
“I can if I want to and that is my decision to make, not yours.” Hanzo hissed back. Genji, unbothered by the interruption, continued:
“-and you have been pining for them for like almost a year.”
Hanzo scoffed. Genji kept going. “I mean they are literally just RIGHT THERE. You can ask them out on like a freaking date-“
“-and risk the potential embarrassment and fallout of our current platonic relationship?”
“Look, I doubt y/n would be the kind of person to-“ Sorry, hold the phone. Did Genji say YOUR NAME?? DOES HANZO ACTUALLY LIKE YOU BACK??? HOLY SHEET???? It was literally taking all of your concentration to not combust on the spot and give away the fact you could understand what they were saying in Japanese because HOLY FUCK HANZO RETURNS YOUR FEELINGS??
Ok ok calm down and listen back to the conversation because you were zoning out a bit from the revelation that Hanzo has a crush on you. Genji was still talking.
“-and you can’t be sure that they aren’t interested in you. Heck, from what I see, they seem very receptive to your boneheaded ass-“
“Being friendly and polite in a platonic relationship is no grounds for speculating romantic interest, you idiot. It’s only a common courtesy-“
“-dude do you NOT notice how much closer they are to you compared to anyone else here-“
“-and that means nothing, Genji. Cease this conversation.”
“Hanzo-“
“No. I do not wish to discuss this any further. Regardless of what you say, I severely doubt they would even like me that way.”
“Even then, just TRY. That is all I am asking of you, Hanzo. Because I want you to be happy for once-”
“You know, you guys could just asked me yourself right now if that’s what you are worried about.” You chimed in. “And speaking of which, I do actually like you too, Hanzo, and uhhh I would be totally open for a date anytime?”
Their reactions were priceless. The moment you spoke up in Japanese had the two Shimada brother halt their conversation to look at you in shock. Hanzo in particular had a myriad of expressions too entertaining to watch.
Hanzo practically went through an entire rollercoaster of emotions when you interrupted. Shock at you speaking Japanese, horror when he realised you spoke Japanese and understood it which meant you were able to listen through their conversation this entire time, until he processed the part on you liking him back which turned into a mix of joy, relief, embarrassment…yea rip Hanzo lol.
Genji meanwhile was trying so hard not to laugh because holy sheet your timing was excellent.
He had to shake Hanzo a bit to get him out of a daze, and gestured at him to ask you out. Hanzo gets his wits back after, glares at Genji because he’s such a lil shit. He then glanced at you briefly before looking away all flustered. “So uhhh…I’ll pick you for dinner at 7pm later?”
You gave him you biggest smile and agreed. That was the start of your beautiful romance with Hanzo, albeit with a mildly embarrassing start but hey, you guys got together since then. :3
BONUS: during the date
“I wasn’t aware that you knew Japanese.”
“You didn’t exactly ask me.”
“…Fair point but still.”
BONUS BONUS: immediately after Hanzo asks you out
“Holy fuck finally!”
“I-Cassidy WHAT?”
“Look. I had to sit through y/n telling me that they are crushing on Hanzo, and listen to them whine about how unfairly hot and cool Hanzo is. I couldn’t do anything about it because I had to keep it secret.”
“Mood.”
“Genji, why are you saying mood? I didn’t tell you about my crush on your brother-“
“I had to sit through Hanzo waxing poetry about you whenever he gets in this weird mood or when he gets drunk during our drinking sessions. It was funny at first but then got sad after a while when he kept making himself depressed over the idea you didn’t see him the same way.”
“You did NOT have to reveal that information-“
“You were the one who chose to confide in me, brother.”
“Hmph, then I suppose you won’t mind me showing y/n my collection of blackmail material of you, then.”
“Woah woah woah let’s not go THAT far-“
#overwatch x reader#ow x reader#hanzo shimada x reader#hanzo x reader#wow this one went super long af#and yea I had reader confess right then and there but later I might edit to include a shyer version where reader confesses later in private#at least this is out of my inbox whew#very lengthy post I apologise I would have to do a mass edit of my posts later to include read more lines
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A Payment: 4
A little birthday surprise
You don’t speak to him while you ride over to the meeting with Stark in the back of that black car. Lance is once again in the passenger’s seat, he’s changed into clean clothes and gives you a reassuring smile when you get into the car.
“You okay?”
“Yea Q, I’m good.” He tells you and with a raised eyebrow he asks if you’re okay too and you nod. You’re still not quite sure where you stand with Steve but he’s probably a better option than your father.
You know that he’s a better option than your father.
When the car glides to a stop in front of a tall sleek building you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You have been to these kinds of meetings before, you know what’s expected of you. To stand at Steve’s back as a pretty distraction and say nothing. Why he wanted you here, at this meeting was beyond you but you’d agreed to come to two of the meetings a month so that was what you were going to do. At least now you’re already one down.
“Queenie?” Steve says and you open your eyes glancing over at him, “We need to go, I’m sorry.” You get out of the car, once again taking his hand and when he tucks your hand into the crook of his arm you’re not surprised. You keep your head high, you may not be a Ward in last name but you’re mob royalty and you know exactly how to play the part.
“No one touches Queenie.” Lance says softly and Steve raises an eyebrow at him.
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“I do.” You say coolly, “And Lance is correct, no one touches me.”
“I will be touching you.”
“I wasn’t including you in that statement. Many mob men seem to think that because I am a woman they can just touch me whenever they want. Lance has been given explicit instructions to remove any hand from me that I have not invited.”
“Allow me the honor instead Darlin’.” Steve purrs with a wicked smile and it makes your stomach roll again, “If any of them make you uncomfortable you let me know and I’ll take care of it.”
“Oh, uh okay?”
“You’re my wife.”
“But-“
“They will be told that you’re my wife.” He amends with a little eye roll, but it doesn’t feel like he’s actually annoyed. More amused. “Oh, speaking of you should probably put this on.” He pulls something out of his pocket, when he passes it to you you’re surprised to see a ring, it’s rose gold with a tear drop diamond surrounded on either side by two small round diamonds and a single marquise cut diamond along the band in a little triangle. Two of the small diamonds touch the curved side of the larger teardrop. “I hope it fits okay.” He says as you stare at it, it’s absolutely stunning. “Queenie?”
“Sorry,” you take the ring and slide it onto your finger, it fits perfectly. “You know this is only an engagement ring right?”
“What?”
“The wedding band is added later.” You tell him and he hums softly.
“We can go tomorrow and you can pick something out. Is that okay?” You nod up at him, you’re surprised that he asked if it was okay. Your father and brother would have just told you that was what was going to happen, but you school your emotion and continue into the building. When you enter the building a tall man with light brown hair and bright blue eyes.
“Rogers.” He says and Steve gives him a nod,
“Vision. Stark ready?”
“Yes, I’m supposed to bring you up. I wasn’t told about the woman.” You bristle at his disrespectful tone and it seems that Steve doesn’t appreciate it either.
“The woman?” He growls, “You will treat my wife with the respect she is due.”
“Wife?” Vision asks with a raised brow, “Since when?”
“Today. She comes with or you explain to Stark why our meeting was cancelled.” Steve says with a sneer and you give his arm a gentle squeeze. You don’t need him to get into a fight over this which is where this feels like it’s going.
“Vision right?” You ask and he looks down at you in irritation.
“Yes.” He says curtly.
“I’m Queenie formerly Ward.” You know he won’t recognize your actual last name and you don’t need the mob world knowing what name you go by in the real world. When you say Ward his gaze snaps to yours and the interest has returned.
“As in the Wards of SHIELD?”
“Yes.”
“It was assumed that you were dead.”
“In this world I was. But Steve brought me back in.” You say with a sweet smile and Vision looks at you in suspicion.
“I’ll let Stark know you’re both here.” He says typing into the starkpad he’s holding. So many people would be shocked to know that tech genius Tony Stark had his fingers in the mob world, if you’re honest it’s not just his fingers it’s his whole hands.
A few minutes later Vision glances your way again, “He’s ready for you.”
“About time.” Steve says sounding annoyed, you follow Vision your hand still in the crook of Steve’s arm and you enter an elevator. The ride up is silent but when you glance up at Steve you see the irritation on his face. You give his arm a squeeze and when he looks down at you you raise your eyebrows then school your expression to a passive one. He gives you a little half smirk then leans closer to you.
“I want him to know that I’m pissed.” He mutters so softly that you almost miss it, “It’s rude to keep company waiting and with Stark it’s a power play.” He says pressing a kiss to your temple and goosebumps raise on your skin. The elevator doors slide soundlessly open allowing you and Steve into the large living space where Tony Stark is waiting a glass of whiskey in his hand.
“Well, well, interesting development here Rogers. Mazel tov.” He says and Steve gives him an tight smile.
“Stark, I don’t appreciate being made to wait.”
“I don’t appreciate you bringing a random woman to meetings without warning.”
“She’s not a random woman, she’s my wife and was a Ward, she’s got more right to be here than almost anyone.”
“Still, a heads up would’ve been nice.” Stark says before tilting his head to a sitting area then turning toward it. You and Steve follow Stark as he sits down and then gestures for you to do the same, “Make yourselves comfortable. What can we get you to drink?”
“Whiskey.” Steve says before looking down at you,
“Nothing thank you.” You tell them, you don’t drink when you’re working.
“How long has this been in the works? We only met two weeks ago and you never said a word.”
“It wasn’t your business.”
“We are trying to get rid of the Wards.” Your gaze snaps to Steve’s but he doesn’t move, instead he gives Stark a cold smile.
“Really? I had no idea.” Steve snarks, “And now, we have her out of danger and I’m sure a list of abuses that they’ve done to her that we can use those against them.” Steve wants to get rid of your father, and Grant? You find that you’re less troubled about this than you thought you might be. They are your blood after all and you’ve been taught that blood is thicker than water.
“And you’re fine with this Mrs. Rogers?” Stark asks,
“Coulson. I belong to no man.” You tell him coolly and he looks over at Steve with raised eyebrows.
“You have a problem Stark?”
“I’m not the one with the mouthy wife.”
“I’ve met your wife, that’s a load of shit.” Steve says resting a hand on your leg giving it a gentle squeeze to keep you from saying anything. His voice is light and he’s clearly very comfortable with Stark. “So, let’s get to it shall we?”
“Not in front of her. How do you know that she’s not loyal to them.”
“Sweetheart?” Steve says, “Are you going to tell your father that Stark and I are going to destroy him and his company?”
“Hell no.” You tell him emphatically, “In fact, I’ll bring the matches and marshmallows to toast while you burn their shit to the ground.” Steve is grinning and Stark looks surprised.
“Any further concerns about Queenie’s loyalty Stark?”
“Just a few. Why do you hate them so much?”
“That, is none of your business.” You tell him with a scowl, you haven’t even told Steve any of the shit that Ward has put you through, not including this whole marriage to Steve situation which, honestly is turning out better than you’d thought it ever could. Stark looks from you to Steve and then back to you again before sighing heavily and saying,
“Fine. If you betray us I’ll kill you myself.” Stark says leveling you with a glare. Steve snarls at Stark and is on his feet and in Stark’s face before you can even process what is happening.
“If you lay a hand on her, I’ll kill everyone you love before I kill you. Do you understand me?” Stark glares up at Steve, you watch their little standoff with wide surprised eyes, “She is mine to protect.” He says with a growl, “You. Do. Not. Touch.” Stark waits a few more heartbeats before saying,
“Down Rogers. If she betrays us you can do what you want.” Steve sneers at Stark then sits next to you again, he’s completely rigid with fury, a few more tense moments Steve gives Stark a tiny nod and then they start to talk.
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HEART EYES- eddie munson x male reader
(au where eddie is 18 in s4)
part 1
your fork picks at the overcooked carrots and still-hard rice left on your tray. if you try to force anymore down your throat it'll probably all just come back up. you head over to the bins to tip the remaining 3/4 of your "lunch" away.
what time is it? the clock up on the wall tells you 13:45, 15 minutes left and then just an hour of english. it's almost over.
suddenly someone taps your back. you spin around. is that...mick, nancy's brother?
"what do you want?"
"um do...do you want to..uh join hellfire?"
"join what?"
"hellfire it's uh-" he opens his jacket and points the logo on his shirt, "this d&d club after school."
"d&d, like that dun...dungeons and dragons thing?"
"yea-yeah"
"when exactly is it?"
"4-7pm at dustin's...uh dustin henderson"
"i guess i could try it out?"
"yeah yeah that'd be great, you can be whoever you want and you get this shirt too"
"ok so like do i leave with you?"
"oh i usually cycle...uh i guess you can go with eddie?"
"eddie?"
"he's the leader of hellfire club. i think he has spanish now so you should find him after school."
"ok?"
he awkwardly smiles at you and turns to leave. he's a little strange, you think, but you have been curious about d&d recently. you obviously don't think it's some satanist cult like they say on the news. honestly it kind of reminds you of the lord of the rings or something and you've actually been to dustin's house a couple times for that project last year.
english eventually drags by, you guess they really needed a new member. come to think of it, you don't actually remember who's in hellfire besides mike and dustin. hopefully everyone's ok...ish.
you make your way to the languages block, realising on the way that you have no idea what eddie looks like. surely he has one of those shirts on, right? you stop for a second, wondering whether you should turn back and try to find mike when-
a tall man with long curly brown hair crashes into you, sending you flying. your head's pounding and you feel a warmth coming from your nose. when you reach to touch it your fingers come away bloody.
"shitshitshitshit i'm so sorry man"
you look up to see the guy you crashed into. your sight's a little blurred but you make out the logo on his shirt. hellfire club.
"are...you..eddie?" you ask slowly
he nods, looking panicked,"dude your nose is bleeding do you need to go to the nurse or something?"
you start to get up "i'm ok, i was just looking for you. mike asked me to join your club."
"you're the substitute?"
"yeah i guess"
he takes a black hankerchief out of his pocket and cautiously dabs at your nose.
"still want to go to hellfire then?"
"yeah"
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Gotham guys noticing that their male coworker has a crush on them?
Hi thank you so much for the ask! I will try my best as this is my first male reader ask and if I get anything wrong or if there’s anything you don’t like just lmk! Again thank you so much for the ask and sorry it took so long :)
Gotham guys x male reader
Description: H.C.’s of the Gotham guys realizing that their coworker has a crush on him.
Warnings: None
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BUTCH GILZEAN
he would notice right away
he would definitely discreetly tease you about it too there’s no doubt about that, just a fact
I don’t think he would know how he feels right away but he knows he feels something for you
I mean he is pretty tall but if you're taller than him he would love it
when he confronts you about it he does it like
“Yea you know we should go do something after this job since you like me so much”
and you’ll have to do a double take
cuz like, he’s so nonchalant about it
In the end he’ll definitely ask you out first, what can I say, he’s confrontational
he figured it out when you were on a job for Fish and he had to use the john, and he heard you talking to yourself at how “stupid, stupid, stupid, he’ll totally like a guy like me who maKES UP WORDS”
he finds it adorable tho lol
OSWALD COBBLEPOT
ok so I wholeheartedly believe he would like you first
just your personality and stature and everything about you
then when he notices you like him back?
HOO man your in for it lol, he’ll go the whole nine yards
he’ll invite you to something and be super nervous and you’d be super nervous
Its a nerve-fest
and like it would be a gradual thing
to where you both just keep kind of flirting but also being super awkward?
but he would end up asking you to be his fellow king of Gotham with him or help him overthrow Falcone and Maroni
It just depends on where you meet him lol
he’ll notice it because you’ll agree with him on everything and your always staring and making goo goo eyes at him
ED NYGMA
OOF as we all know, he’s gonna notice right away
and I mean RIGHT AWAY
he’ll definitely be kind of confused about it
but if you don’t idk kill his girlfriend or something he would definitely get with you
this man would give you a complex riddle when he tells you he knows you like him
just in general he likes you back ofc
but he obviously not all that open with it considering *ahem Oswald ahem* his personality
he’d probably wait a while to tell you he knows you like him tho
he’ll notice the crush by means of body language
weird ik but I feel like that’s how he would figure it out
JIM GORDON
oh Jimmy boy would be so clueless until Ed or Foxy says it as if it’s something obvious
like you’d be interrogating somebody and they would just be like
“you are lucky to have him helping you out, when are you going to do something about that crush he has on you?”
or something like that (sorry I’m crap at doing dialogue)
once he does find out tho he would just be honest and ask you right away if its true
now after that he would definitely find some reason to risk his life or something bc its Jim Gordon we’re talking about
then you’d just slap him and tell him he’s a dumbass lol
you guys go for coffee as your first date :)
JEROME VALESKA
He’d know exactly when you realize it for yourself
sorry but there’s no sugarcoating this
he would show his, uh, affection, by doing what he did with the bodies for maniax
but spelling out “I LIKE YOU TOO” instead
now the sentiment is there
but ofc he’s never had a real role model for any relationship in general
so he’d wing it for everything
JEREMIAH VELESKA
I’m sorry but he would know about your crush on him before YOU even know about it
like wayyyyy before you know about it
now depending on which jeremiah you get you’ll answer will vary
if it’s pre-spray jeremiah, congrats, he will be very gentle with telling you he knows
but post-spray jeremiah will be harsh i’m sorry
he’d be all like
“yes yes I know you have that silly little crush on me but it doesn’t excuse the fact that you aren’t doing your job” *cue eyeroll*
but if you worship him enough he’ll date you
he noticed you liked him since you kept hanging around him and asking about his plans and offering help more than was deemed “normal”
VICTOR ZSASZ
ok so heres the deal
he pays zero attention
so he’d have no idea until you tell him
you’ll be on a hit and then tell him that for such a successful hitman he sure isn’t successful at notice when you like him and then you like, start shooting or something
real badass
and ofc he asks you out for milkshakes after ;)
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Just look at me, please?
Half- ghoul, male reader x Alice Cullen )
Word count is just over 4k.
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'Blood. Food. Something unfamiliar. It's been like that for the last 2 weeks. I just wish I knew what it was.'
I was so lost in thought that I wasn't paying too much attention to where I was going, bumping into a friend of mine from class. "Oh sorry Alice, I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"
Quickly scooping her books quickly together, I handed them over to her as she laughed a little at my expense. "Y/n, its okay I'm fine. Thank you." Her brow creased a little as her expression became more serious. "Are you okay?"
For some reason, I never could meet her gaze, it gave me too much anxiety. "Um, yea..." Inhaling to steady my nerves, there was that strange scent again, "Yea, I'm okay. In the uh, loosest sense of the word."
An awkward pause, and I could feel many eyes landing on me as Alice went to speak again, the social tension and overwhelming presence of still bodies causing me to speak first. "Anyway, I gotta go, next class. See you around Al!"
Stepping around her, I quickly pushed through the crowds until I reached outside, and even then I didn't stop until I was clear of the few stragglers mingling outside the school. The weather was nice, not sunny but not cold either; the blanket of clouds keeping the air a comfortable temperature as I leaned against the wall of one of the dull buildings.
Inhaling deeply, I scratched around in my bag as I flung it off my shoulder, "C'mon where is it where is it?!"
Freezing, I closed my eyes as I heard footsteps approaching, there heartbeats crystal clear. "Hey freak! Looking for this?!"
I knew exactly who it was, and I had every reason to tear him to shreds; I really did. But then I would probably draw the attention of local authorities and that was not something I could afford. "Jonny, give it here. Unless you want to die?"
"Oh I'm so scared!" Raucously laughing as he took a step closer, "And what will you do to me? Huh?"
"You know, I never tolerated bullies." Without so much as opening my eyes, I flung my fist into his stomach, winding him and causing him to drop the ventilator I so desperately needed. "You little-"
His fists came flying, but met only air as I ducked and dodged, not willing to give in to my desires. Thankfully, I didn't need to as a sweet voice rang out and I felt John being thrown backwards. However, my relief was short lived as the wind exhaled and the scent of the person wafted up to my nose, her presence excruciatingly close. "I suggest you leave, unless you want trouble?"
"Are you okay?" I heard her turn to me, a gentle concern lacing her words. "You dropped this by the way. Are you asthmatic?"
I shook my head, grasping the ventilator as best as my trembling hands could, lifting it to my lips and inhaling the RC suppressant as it filled my mouth. "Then why do you have a ventilator?"
"Alice..." my voice was becoming raspy as I fought of the hunger, "Not a good time for questions."
As I took another puff, I rolled my eyes internally as she asked, "Why?"
"Because, Alice Cullen. I'm hungry and tired, now if you'll excuse me." Again pushing past her, I felt a twinge of guilt, sadness even.
'If you knew what I was...if I hurt you, I could never live with myself.'
***
"Y/n..." I called out, but he was gone. I felt someone drop down beside me, turning with a dismissive glace I shook my head at Edwards antics. "Boy problems, sis?"
"I just can't figure him out. He doesn't smell like a human, but at the same time he does. I can't see his future or his decisions. I can almost smell the blood on him. I keep bumping into him, I can't forget him. When we do talk he never looks at me, and..." Sighing softly, I shook my head turning away from my brother. "He never seems to be happy."
Edward was quiet for a moment, before his hand fell on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I can't read his mind either, but I'm sure we'll figure out. Maybe this is the challenge you saw?"
"Maybe..." Watching Y/n's form retreating to his car, I watched as he threw his bag into the boot before he got in and pulled off. 'What are you hiding Y/n?'
***
Exploring the forest at night, alone; never a good idea. Especially if I'm in it, and you're a human. Gently whispering a passing prayer, I set to work on devouring the body in front of me. A suicide victim, I'd guess around 23 years old, male. It was better like this, I tell myself, less suffering for all involved. I heard a twig snap in the silent night, loud and clear through the air. "Who's there?"
Silence.
"I'm warning you, this isn't a fight you want..." A faint rustle to my left was the give away as I leaned back, leaving one leg in place as my assailant came hurtling out from the brush. Colliding with my leg, they tumbled as I tripped them, their body slamming into a tree. "How?!"
They sounded exasperated, slightly shocked, and most definitely angry. Smiling to myself, the rain that had been threatening overhead for a while now began to fall as I listed my head backwards, inhaling the scent of blood mixing with the smell of rain. "There is always a bigger fish."
My assailant lunged at me again, and I finally got a good look at them, a blonde with red eyes and a pale face. She looked vaguely familiar but that was not something I was committed to figuring out right this instance. Ducking under her swipes, I smiled softly as I caught her arms, that same unfamiliar scent filling my nose. "You're not gonna win."
Pushing her off me, I jumped up to where they landed, slinging my foot out as I slipped my hands into my pockets. The person flew through not one but 3 tree's, the old woods thundering under the blows as the fell apart. Slowly walking forward, I tilts my head slight at the female. "What a shame. Tis a pity; I would have happily shared. But no, why do we always have to fight first hm?"
My ears tingled at the sound of movement; jumping backwards as a large burly mass crashed down in front of me. "Don't you want to talk my good sir?"
Without looking up, I sighed as I dodged several attacks that were sent in my direction, the males voice gruff and familiar. "Leave her alone. Or I will tear you apart!"
"Oh is that so? Well then," Finally having grown bored of the dialogue, I blocked the male's strike with my shin, in the same movement sending him skidding backwards from a kick, "Let's dance shall we?"
Allowing my Kagune to break free, my vision in the dark became clearer as my right iris changed to its brilliant black and red, two pairs (so four) tentacle like appendages burst out of my lower back whilst two wings that moved like flames burst out of my shoulders. I found myself a little exhausted, but it was a minor problem for now. This fight, however, did need to end; and fast.
"Lets see how you handle me now, shall we?" Catapulting myself forward at the speed of sound, I stabbed the males leg, noting how strange it felt, and cutting his side before slamming into the female who had just managed to rise off the ground, leaving two nasty but shallow gashes on her back as I vaulted over her. When I landed and regained my balance, time seemed to resume as the reacted. I vaguely wondered if this was the first time they had sustained such injuries.
"Wh-what are you?!" The male was huffing as he lifted the female up and began to back away; I was happy to note the fear in his voice. "I am a ghoul, the apex predator. Now go, before I change my mind about sparing you..."
When I turned to look, they were both gone. Frowning, I'll admit I was disturbed by the distinct lack of blood, and at the speed they took off in. "Best hurry up and get out of here before they come back with friends."
Finishing off my feast, I took off into the night, heading home; now sated and refueled.
***
*Alice pov*
Edward, Bella and I had been playing a game of cards with Carlisle and Esme, I had an uneasy feeling about halfway through the game but couldn't place why. It wasn't until Edward jumped up, racing out to the door, that I realized what was wrong. Edwards voice flitted through the houses as the rest of us joined him. "What happened to you guys?"
Emmett heaved past him, allowing Edward to help carry Rosalie through to the lounge where he sat her down, only for her to hiss at him. "My back!"
Frowning as I helped her to roll onto her side, my hand clasped to my mouth as an unbidden gasp left my lips. Carlisle appeared beside me, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the wounds. "Strange...Emmett, how long ago were these inflicted?"
He shook his head, a slight tremble in his voice. "I-I don't know, maybe twenty minutes ago?"
"You scared big guy?" Edward joked, but his smile fell abruptly when Emmett's gaze landed on him. "You have no idea what it was like..."
"What what was like?" I pressed, hoping to find out more.
"Being second in the pecking order." Rose's strained voice echoed in the still living room. "That...thing beat us like we were human toddlers...I should have just left it, it smelt off before I even moved against it."
"What did it smell like?" Carlisle spoke softly, but his eyes were calculating, trying to decipher a problem only he could know the answer too. "Half human, half non-human, I don't even know how to describe it. It smelt like ...blood and ice."
"Explain exactly what happened, everything." Carlisle sat in front of Emmett who launched into his story, from start to finish. When he finished, no one spoke for a good while; the only sound to be heard was the two of them sipping on blood bags, attempting to heal their wounds. "Did you see what he looked like?"
Rosalie nodded, "He had green eyes, before they became black, short black hair. Other than that, no."
I frowned, my mind working things over. The puzzle was so nearly complete, yet so infuriatingly difficult to finish; I could swear I knew who they were describing. The night passed in relative silence, Edward having taken Bella home at 11. I approached Carlisle sometime during the night, gently knocking on his office door. "Come in."
"Is something bother you Alice?" I sat in the empty chair, looking at my dad as he placed the book he was currently reading down. "Yea," Looking from the book back up to him, I shuddered a little, "I feel like I know who attacked Emmett and Rosalie."
He frowned deeply, "I'm sorry?"
Sighing I rambled out my suspicion and my explanation. When I was done, Carlisle clasped his hands pensively as he looked up.
"So this boy that you have in class, that you're always bumping into, that seems depressed; it's this boy you're saying could potentially be the culprit?"
"Sounds about right. But I don't get it, why do our paths always cross? And why did he attack them?"
"Well, the first part," He threw a smirk my way as he continued, "I'll let you figure out. As for the second..."
Taking the book that he slide over me, I read the passage he tapped on. "So he was defending his food?"
Carlisle nodded, getting up from his seat and moving to the window. "Indeed, and Rosalie attacked him first; it's a miracle either of them are alive. Ghouls were supposedly hunted to extinction, but I guess they've just become like we have. Underground, always on the move, and very cautious."
Sitting quietly, I took in Carlisle's words, gazing at the beautifully horrific image of a ghoul depicted in the book in front of me.
***
The next day at school, I kept an especially sharp eye out for my friend. When I did spot him, he seemed to have a little more color than normal in his cheeks. Making my way over to him, I saw his gaze fall just short of my eyes but I didn't worry about it now; I had a mission. "Hey Y/n, you're looking a bit better today!"
He smiled softly, a little flutter of nerves flitted through my stomach as his velvety voice reached my ears. "I'm feeling a bit better yea, had a bit of a long night. And you? You seem more bubbly than normal today. What are you planning?"
He had a certain smugness to his tone as my expression changed to annoyance. "You're no fun N/n."
He shrugged and chuckled, gently punching my arm. I could smell his scent, the blood, the ice, the humanity, but something more...something familiar. "Fine, yes I am planning something. I wanted to ask if you'd like to come over this afternoon after school?"
He tensed, and I saw him bite his cheek, before he nodded carefully. "Um yea, sure. That would be great."
"Awesome!" I smiled, relief flooding me as I turned to go to my first lesson. "I'll see you in the parking lot after school."
***
"Ah shit. What were you thinking Y/n?" My thoughts screamed at me as I waited near the parking lot for Alice. My class had been let out early, so there were few people around me, the cool breezing that would be bringing more rain later this evening a welcome feeling on my face. "So! You ready?"
Turning my head lazily, I was greeted by the lovely sight of Alice, her jacket over her one arm and a dazzling, soft smile on her face. Her infectious smile spread to me in a moment. "Ready as I'll ever be."
"Then let's go. Do you want to go in your car and follow or-?"
"I actually walked to school this morning," I jumped in, my nerves getting the better of me. It was true however, and it seemed to be a massive convenience. Alice laughed softly rolling her eyes at me before she made her way over to her car, "Well come on then."
Once inside the car, I had a new appreciation for Alice's style, the music playing already was both good and unique, something I enjoyed listening to as we drove to her house. "Y/n?"
"Hm?" Humming I turned my head a little to show I was listening. "Are you nervous? You've been tapping since we left school."
"I guess a bit yea...No idea why thought." I said, shrugging a little; hoping my blush wouldn't reveal my heart. Truth was, I had a crush on Alice. But, it was stupid. Alice was the popular girl at school that everyone admired. She never dated anyone within the School, and wasn't shy to reject someone harshly, despite her gentle nature.
It was a miracle that I had even managed to become her friend.
"You don't have anything to worry about. I promise." Her voice was soft and reassuring, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.
"C'mon, we're here." Jumping out of the car, I followed her in; quietly impressed with the house, stylish and clean, modern but conservative. She led me in through the front door into the open living space.
And I froze.
"Hi, I'm Emmett, this is Edward. It's nice to meet you at last, Alice has mentioned you a fair bit." The Burly man from the other nights encounter stood with his hand extended. Shaking his hand firmly, I smiled a little.
"Is it really nice to meet me at last?" I chuckled as they all frowned a little. "What do you mean?"
"Well, let me ask this," I said after I shook Edwards hand, turning back to Emmett, "How are you wounds?"
His eyes widened a little, but he persisted. "What wounds?"
Sighing massively, I decided the game was up; and allowed my iris to turn black. The gasps told me that they were surprised, but I was just as surprised by the lack of hostilities. Chuckling my gaze swept the group present. "No fists today?"
Thankfully, Emmett took it light heartedly, as he slung an arm over me. I saw Alice tense up a little before relaxing slightly, "No, not today. Sorry about that though, we thought were were another vampire and well..."
"Another vampire?" Now it was my turn to look confused.
"Yea, we are all vampires..." Alice spoke softly, a tone of hesitancy in her voice. I just smiled like a 6 year old. "Coooolllll!"
***
The afternoon had passed quite pleasantly. The blonde, who I learnt was Rosalie, was a little timid at first but became more relaxed as the evening came on. Carlisle, their adoptive father, was very interested in my story and specie; asking loads of questions. Esme was very polite; asking about my home life and living conditions. ('Oh, well it's just me. Dad left a large fortune that I've just invested and now everything pays for itself.') Edward was joking about how I gave a whole new meaning to having a 'black eye' and Alice was always nearby, hovering quietly, occasionally chipping in, but generally just observing.
"Okay, I think you've had enough of his attention now. Come on Y/n." Alice jumped up, her hand clasped firmly on my wrist as she pulled me away from the boys, and up stairs. I wasn't paying too much attention until she shouted down the corridor before slamming the door. "No Edward, don't even go there."
Giggling, I looked around her room, admiring the style of it, and the order. "You have a really nice room..."
"Thank you, sorry about no bed; we don't need to sleep so..." I shook my head gently, smiling softly at her, bashfully looking down. "Don't apologies, it's unique. Besides, I think it's cool."
"Thank you." She smiled softly, a quiet pause filling the space between us for a moment. "Y/n...why do you never look at me when we speak?"
The question took me a little by surprise. "Pardon?"
"Whenever we talk, you never look me in the eye, or even directly; its always a little off or not at all... why?" I felt her close the distance, her hand softly resting on my shoulder. Her touch, like always, calming but electric.
"Honestly, I don't know other than it's just been something really...stressful I guess?" Laughing sheepishly as I covered my eyes just a bit. I heard her huff before I was lead over to the couch, her grip firm but gentle as she made me sit, taking a seat opposite me.
"Please, please try?" She bounced a little as she pleaded, talking energetically and animated. Something I could never match. "Why?"
"Because Y/n," She sighed, leaning back, "I want to see your eyes, I want to know you're not afraid of me, that I'm doing everything right, that I'm being a good friend, that I'm not burdening you, that you're okay, that I-"
Every word she spoke, with a pain and frustration in her voice, hurt as they fell on my ears. 'Man up Y/n, just this once...I know it's your crush but like...'
"I just want to know why you're a siren, why your soul calls, why we keep; literally; bumping into each other, I just want to see you; and I know that you have anxiety and-" She had turned in her seat, now talking more to herself than me, facing the door. "Alice?"
My voice was soft, and I'm surprised she heard me as she continued, "I know, I know, I'm bat shit crazy and I'm over thinking and-"
"Alice Cullen!" Sharp and soft, my words cut her off, my hand gently resting on her shoulder. I felt myself swallow hard as my mouth went dry. 'God you're like a teen getting their first kiss Y/n.'
"Yea?" She snapped her head to me, and I finally had a good look at what I had only briefly seen. Her coppery gold eyes were so warm, so full, the worry that she had said too much clear in them as well as the silent apology. There was a tug at my heart, the sounds around us suddenly seemed so much sharper yet quieter, the colors far more vibrant than what should be scientifically reasonable. But above that?
Everything felt right. Like everything was going to be ok.
"You have really mesmerizing eyes Alice..." What meant to come out as a strong, affirmative statement fell off my lips as a whisper, my mind too occupied with the pair of golden orbs that were pulling me in, slowly and gently, ever so inviting. "Thank you, but yours..."
She shook her head a fraction, I could feel her cool breath gently brushing my lips now. "I think I should stop talking..."
A little chuckle left me, a small nod following as my eyes darted between her lips and eyes against my will. I don't recall the last moment, when I fell into her, when that little distance finally disappeared. All that mattered now was how her cold, soft lips felt as they pressed against my own, gently dancing with them. My mind, already fuzzy and incoherent with our beings melding together, became absolutely fritzed as her hands made their way slowly up my arm, my own fingers lacing themselves with her free hand. Every inch her hand crawled higher, up into my hair, was electrifying.
When we finally did part, she was leaning back, and I was hovering over her, her chest heaving softly.
"Wow..."
"Yea..."
"I didn't realize I could make a vampire out of breath?" Smirking smugly, she rolled her eyes, arms draped over my shoulders. "Shut up."
Leaning down to her ear, I felt her shiver as I whispered softly. "Make me."
Biting her lip, I could see there was a new fire in her eyes, but a soft happy smile adorned her face. "Alice...?"
"Yea?" Her face morphed into worry as I became shy once more.
"Do you want to...would you like to...I mean you don't have to but it would be nice if..."
"Y/n..." Gently her hands stroked me hair as she giggled softly. Blushing I took a deep breath, resting my head on her shoulder. "Right...would you like to be my...girlfriend?"
Silence.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have, I'll go no-" Slowly peeling myself away, I felt instantly guilty and stupid. After all, I was nothing to her, right?
"No. You will not go...not after that." She stated firmly, but gently as she pulled me back into her, "Y/n do you believe in soulmates?"
Nodding I pondered aloud for a moment, "Yea, I mean, definitely since what you've made me feel is different but so special..." I hoped my honesty wouldn't bite my hand.
"Well...us, as vampires, have soul mates, just like werewolves imprint on someone, vampires have soulmates. Carlisle described it as, 'your whole world tilts on its access, sounds and colors become brighter, and it feels like everything is going to be ok.' "
"And have you felt that?" I asked, curious to see if I was anything was special.
She turned her head to me, a goofy smile on her face, as she kissed me again, soft and sweet, sending my mind and heart into a wild loopdeloop.
"Yes...with you..." Softly her words were muttered against my lips, ever so quietly. Yet they fell like thunder, awakening my very soul, every fiber of my being was a light.
"And I would very much like to be yours, on one condition."
"What is that condition?"
"Will you be mine?"
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hallo, may i drop a req if you don't mind? bcs i saw your post saying that you're accepting reqs but your pinned post says otherwise :D but if it's alright then ; kaeya, childe and zhongli reacted to reader who says "i hope you're a mama kangaroo so i can be in your pouch" im sorry if this is weird, but reader says so bcs they love being in their embrace, their hugs makes reader feel loved and protected
- Kangaroo -
Tw: None I can think of <3
Wc: 1050
Genre: Fluff!
Pairings: Childe x Reader, Kaeya x Reader, Zhongli x Reader
Summary: Childe, Kaeya and Zhongli react to reader saying “I hope you’re a mama kangaroo so I can be in your pouch.”
A/N: ANON THAT’S NOT WEIRD AT ALL THAT’S SOMETHING I’D ALSO SAY IF I HAD A BF 😭
Masterlist -> <3
Childe
Starts laughing but like… not in a bad way… in a good way
Like a sweet smile combined with a laugh… Yeah that… <3
“Can you repeat it again? It was cute I want to hear it again.”
He may not fully understand what you mean at first, but he does love the line
Has a rough understanding on what it may mean though
Also thinks it’s very cute… but I uh… Mentioned that already
But c’mon we got to admit, it’s a cute line hehe
The ginger haired man laughed sweetly as the line entered his ears, the corners of his lips were almost reaching his ears by now. “Oh! Oh! Is it because you like being close to me," he questioned you excitedly.
You could only mimic his enthusiastic smile whilst he made some assumptions, (e/c) colored eyes gazing with love at the man in front of you, “well, that too but it’s mainly because I love being in your embrace.”
“Oh,” Childe muttered.
“And your hugs make me feel loved and protected,” you admitted.
Do you all know the cat meme with “ue ue ue” as the caption?
Yeah that’s him internally right now
Oh archons he’s blushing—
Look we can’t blame him for it he deserves all the love he gets
“Aww…~ Are you blushing? Did I fluster a harbinger just now,” you teased whilst approaching him with a big smirk plastered on your sweet lips.
Has the audacity to deny it
Babygorl don’t be shy-
“What? Me? Flustered and blushing? Nooooo. It’s simply the cold temperature here that makes my cheeks appear red,” he lied, deep blue eyes looking the other way to avoid your rather piercing gaze.
You shot an eyebrow up, “yeah sure, I totally believed you, yes. And the Tsaritsa is the pyro archon.”
“(Y/n),” he cried out.
Caught in 4K ultra-HD skjdsskjdkjsd
No but I think he’d be very shy upon receiving compliments sometimes
Or sometimes he’d tease you back
There’s no in between
Plot twist he starts using those kinds of sentences as well
Go poptart go!! <3
Poptart but affectionately of course!!
Kaeya
Has a similar reaction like Childe’s
Like he also smiles at you, accompanied with a cute laugh
But probably teases you more
BECAUSE IT’S KAEYA C’MON
But also because he likes to see the cute, warm blush dusting your adorable cheeks <33
He’s holding himself in not to kiss them :((
Okay anyhow
Kaeya’s sweet laughter filled the air as you just finished saying your sentence, baby blue eyes gazing at you joyously whilst moving a strand of hair behind your ear, “Aww… That was cute… May I ask as to why you hope for such a thing, my snowflake?”
A soft hum deserted your lips prior to answering, shooting him a faint yet gentle smile, “You know how baby kangaroos are always in their mother’s pouch? Well, I’m sure they feel safe and loved there and that’s exactly how I feel in your embrace,” you admitted.
“Oh, is that so,” he asked with a smirk visible on his lips.
Okay he may be smirking
But internally,,, yea
His heart is going badonkadonk
And if you concentrate on his cheeks like extremely well you can see a blush on them!!
I love him :((
But hearing that from someone he absolutely loves makes him so so so weak
“So you think of my embraces as such,” Kaeya asked as his arms found their way around your body, pulling you closer to him in that way whilst his sweet lips attacked your face. Barely giving you proper room to breathe.
“Yes,” you answered his curiosity, laughing between the kisses, “I really think about them like that.”
“Then I’ll make sure to hug and cuddle you more than I already do!”
Is that even possible?
Okay maybe
Look he’s beaming at the moment
A smiling mess the whole day
Does his paperwork while smiling
(Y/n) please continue to make him happy he deserves it!! <33
Dating you was probably the best choice of his life
Zhongli
*stops pouring tea*
A confused mess????
(y/n) what r u saying to him??? 🧐
“Excuse me but… Could you please repeat that again—” the man in front of you asked whilst putting his porcelain cup down on the saucer, one hand still holding the cup as his other hand is barely holding the handle.
“Hmm, sure,” you replied with a nod, “I hope you’re a mama kangaroo so I can be in your pouch.”
“(Y/n) you know that I’m a dragon, rIGHT—” Zhongli replied with quite a shock.
*insert panik meme*
No but he’s like… so so so surprised and… confused… but I already mentioned that… but let me mention it again just in case
Mans is flabbergasted for real- 😔🤚
Please explain to him what you mean
Amber eyes accompanied with confusion were gazing right into yours now as his lips opened to ask you something, his chin getting pressed by his thumb and index finger, “why do you hope that I’m a mama kangaroo when you’re fully aware that I’m a dragon? And besides, I can’t be a mother because I’m a ma—”
You couldn’t help but keep your laughter in as he started to rant as to why such thing was not possible, earning you another curious gaze as to why you were giving him such a reaction. “Oh archons, Li. I meant it as a joke. I just said it because I love being in your embrace, you make me feel loved and protected. You know how baby kangaroos are always in their mother’s pouch?”
“Oh.”
YES OH INDEED
Okay he gets it now-
He’s a blushing mess at the moment give him a little second
Internally he’s going ishwkjdkdjwjjdjjd
But he lowkey liked the little joke!!!
“I… I get it now, dearest. But make sure to be more straightforward next time,” Zhongli smiled as his arms found their way around your waist, taking you into his embrace once again in an attempt to try to hide the fact that he was a flustered mess.
You nodded, smiling whilst putting your head on top of his chest, “alright, sunshine. I will.”
No (y/n) please confuse him again that sentence was gOLD-
Taglist: @escapeis , @x-zho
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Wheel of Writing - Day 9
Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader
Prompt: You're at a party when you spot a ex. Quick, you urgently have to pretend to be dating the nearest person, who happens to be very attractive.
Notes: I headcanon that Marcus was a Criminal Justice major with a minor in Art History.
"Tell me why I'm here again?" You were whining, you knew it, but the situation warranted it in your opinion.
Your best friend rolled her eyes, turning to you with a placating smile. "Because you've been moping at home by yourself for weeks now honey, you can't close yourself off forever."
You frown, looking down to mumble into your drink. "Says you."
With a sigh your friend places a hand on your shoulder, her expression softening. "Look. I know you're upset, and I'm not asking you to throw yourself at a guy or anything. Just stay for a few hours, talk to some people that aren't in a movie or a book, and then you can go home. Baby steps, okay?"
Reluctantly you nod, eyes sliding down to the ground in guilt. Being difficult wasn't your intention, it just felt like such a herculean task lately to get yourself interested in anything.
You drifted towards a table in the corner half heartedly covered in a neon green plastic table cloth and laden with food and drinks. As you looked over the offerings, trying to decide what you wanted, you felt a solid body bump against you. You stumbled away, letting out an indignant cry both at the shove and at the splash of cold seeping through your shirt as your drink splashed out of your cup and all over your front.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” You look up, frown plastered firmly on your face, only to freeze at the sight that greets you.
A man, probably a couple years older than you, grimaces down at you, hands already held up in a placating motion. He jolts forward again, grimace replaced with a frown as he turns to the two frat-boy looking assholes practically wrestling behind him. “Could you two maybe move away from the table covered in food?”
A moment later he’s looking at you again, and before you can say anything he’s apologizing some more. “I’m so sorry, they bumped into me and I couldn’t stop myself before I hit you.”
You’re lost for a moment, your previous angry retort caught in your throat. After a moment you realize you’re staring and clear your throat, looking down at your now surely stained shirt.
“Oh, uh…you’re…good. Wasn’t your fault.” Don’t tell the hot guy apologizing to you it was a new shirt, don’t make him feel worse, don’t fuck this up-
“Yea, but I still feel bad. Here, I’ll clean you up.” He reaches for a wad of napkins off the table, gingerly dabbing them at your damp shirt. His hands very pointedly stay right around your stomach, despite your whole front being damp with sticky punch, but it doesn’t help the riot of butterflies that suddenly take up space in your chest.
He hands you some clean napkins once he’s sufficiently dried what he can without getting inappropriate, and as you duck your head to dab at your chest you note a pretty pink flush across his cheekbones.
It looks nice on him.
“Well, uh, I don’t normally introduce myself to girls by spilling spiked punch on them, but…” He sticks out his hand once you’ve deposited the now pink stained napkins in the trash. “I’m Marcus.”
You take his hand, smiling up at him as you give your name. “This might sound rude, but this doesn’t exactly seem like your scene, Marcus.”
He grins and ducks his head and the pretty pink flush deepens. “It isn’t, really. I got roped in as the DD for the night, actually by those two assholes over there.” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing at the two drunks that had bumped him into you originally. “It doesn’t exactly seem like your thing, either.”
You tilt your head and grimace. “No, you would be correct. My friend decided I’ve…been a little too content on my own at home. Apparently books and movies aren’t sufficient social interaction.”
Marcus chuckles, ducking his head slightly. “Well, I will be sure to thank her for getting you out here if it means meeting you.”
Those damn butterflies.
Before you can respond, movement over his shoulder catches your eye. There’s a group making their way in through the front door, and right at the center is your ex, his arm flung over the shoulders of a pretty blonde.
Your reaction must be plain on your face, because you hear Marcus say your name after a few seconds of silence. Your eyes snap back to his as panic starts to fill your chest, and he twists to look over his shoulder at whatever caught your eye before looking back at you. “Are you ok?”
You swallow, hard, shifting slightly to hopefully hide behind him. “That’s uh…my ex. Very recent ex. Like a couple weeks ago.” A look of understanding dawns on Marcus’ face, and he twists to look again.
“Would I be wrong to assume she had something to do with the boyfriend becoming an ex?”
Oh god don’t cry don’t cry, not here, please not here-
A hand on your shoulder breaks you out of the beginning of a spiral into panic, and you look up into soft brown eyes looking down at you with concern. Before you can respond you hear your name called in a much more familiar voice, and see Marcus’ mouth set in a firm line.
Darren appears next to you, still practically joined at the hip with the girl he’d entered with. You don’t remember her name, honestly you’re not sure you ever bothered to learn it in the screaming match that had followed walking in on them, but you aren’t given much time to think about it before an arm slides around your waist.
You look up at Marcus in surprise, grounded slightly by the solid warmth of him pressed against your side. He’s looking at your ex, a slight, polite smile replacing the determined look you’d just seen.
Then Darren is saying your name again, and when you look back this time you don’t feel quite so close to tears anymore.
“Hey! I wasn’t expecting to see you here, didn’t think parties were your thing.” Despite how you don’t feel so on the verge of panicking anymore, you still shrink into Marcus’ side slightly before you respond.
“Yea, uh…Monica dragged me out.” Darren grins and shakes his head.
“She always could get you to do whatever she wanted.” The implied insult to your friend is enough to make you bristle even if you can’t stand up against him for yourself, but before you can respond he’s looking at Marcus, already done talking to you. “I don’t think we’ve met before?”
Marcus smiles brightly, if a bit tightly, and shakes his head. “We haven’t, but I’ve heard about you. I’m Marcus.” He holds out his left hand to shake, blatantly refusing to unwind his right arm from where he still has it snugly wrapped around your waist and subsequently forcing Darren into an awkward handshake.
The confident smile on your ex's face fades slightly, and you can't help but revel in that. After so long getting knocked down again and again dating him, it felt nice to see someone else do it to him for a change.
"Well, uh…don't let me interrupt your fun, I just saw you and wanted to say hey." His eyes slip back to you, and this time you stand a little straighter, leaning in to Marcus' side subtly. Darren plasters on a smarmy grin, steering the silent blonde on his arm away from you and Marcus.
You manage to hold it together for all of a few seconds before you completely deflate, turning to hide against Marcus' shoulder with a groan. "Thank you."
Marcus turns to pull you into a hug, wrapping both arms around you. "What for?"
"Helping me deal with him." You lean back to look up at him, smiling a bit sheepishly. "He never let me talk to other guys without him when we were dating, so I think he was surprised to see me with you. Especially so soon after we broke up." It's your turn for your cheeks to heat as you duck your head, avoiding his eyes. "To be honest, he probably thought we were together…or something "
Marcus chuckles, and you look up to see that pretty pink flush back on his cheeks, "Well, he might have gotten the wrong impression, but uh…I wouldn't mind if it became true. Eventually! And only if-if you want to, uh, if not that…thats…fine." His confidence wavers the further he gets in, eventually ducking his head to rub at the back of his neck.
You stare at him for a moment, shocked, before letting out a short laugh. "Are you asking me out, Marcus?"
He glances up at you, half smiling and half cringing. "I'm trying to, I don't know that I'm succeeding."
You smile, reaching out to grab the hand that isn't still holding the back of his neck and squeezing slightly. "I'd say you're succeeding."
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alr so i found this thing in the closet and i somehow got onto the blog from it so ig ill be typin from here in the living room
also i somehow woke up literally every other monster in the house
What are you even doing up this late ??
yeah, i was in the middle of a really good dream…
And Where’s Sprigg ?!
(The door slams open, revealing the short-ass Sprigg in the doorway with a manic expression on their face.)
oh hey sprigg we were wo
GUYS. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
Hey, Language !! There’s An 11 Year Old Right Next To Me .
Toorie ,, I already know tons of words like that ..
What
Don’t ask ..
ey what is it sprigg
you seem a lot more energetic than you usually are
Shut the fuck up, Mondo. Anyways, Mauna’s done decoding the glyphs and look what she wrote!
(Sprigg slams the book on a table in the middle of the room, having everyone except Crysta read it.)
Hey ,, I wanna see !! >00(
(also that’s supposed to be an emoticon representing her face lol)
No Way … G.V. ?! As In , Galvana ?! Oh My Attmoz !!
holy motherfucker
wait, loodvigg and scaratar were together?!
I know, right?! This reveals SO MUCH about the Celestials, even if it’s probably from before Starhenge, uh… I have no fucking idea what happened to it BUT STILL!
… So , Does That Mean We Have To Leave The Island ?
Yeah, probably.
man
Oh ,, come on !! But Toorie-
please stay safe for us.
<00(
(this is a sad face btw)
Heheh , Don’t Worry About Me , Guys !! I Promise To Stay Safe .
(Toorie pulls Ritika and a crying Crysta into a tight sister hug. Crysta hugs the tightest.)
aww
Sorry to interrupt the tender moment between you two, but we have to go now. Pack your stuff. Also, in case we come across more, uh, cryptic shit, we’ll bring Mauna the Kayna.
Where Is Mauna , Anyways ?
I’ll go get her. You two just pack your things.
k then
~~~~~~~~meanwhile, at the castle library~~~~~~~~
(Mauna is busy reading a book with Moperetta laying their head on her lap, smiling at each other.)
MAUNA!
GAH !
?!
Oh , it is just Sprigg . Do you need me for anything ?
Can you come with us on the Spurrit of Adventure? We need a translator for all the cryptic shit.
wh -
Oh , uh, of course !! I’ll gladly come with .
mauna -
(Mauna cups Moperetta’s face with her hands.)
o-oh , your hands are , uh , warm ,,,
Well , I am a Fire monster , hehe . I promise that when we get back , we will have that beautiful date under the Monstralis .
… promise to stay safe for me ?
Promise .
(Sprigg suddenly realizes what Mauna and Moperetta are going to do as their faces inch closer and looks away. the lesbians are doing this btw)
———————
…You two done yet?
Yes , actually . I promise to see you soon , Mopsies !!
… bye , mauna .
~~~~~~~~meanwhile, outside Ritika and Crysta’s house and right under the Aurora Monstralis~~~~~~~~
It’s Beautiful , Isn’t It ?
yea
I Wonder How The Sky Manages To Do This , Anyways …
idk maybe its magic
Yeah , It’s Just Like Magic !!
(Toorie and Mondo stare up at the sky. Mondo slowly shifts their eyes towards Toorie, smiling like the cringefail loser he is. Toorie notices.)
Hm ?
WHJGVWHVHWVGUSVHV NOTHING
Oh Okay
(Sprigg shows up with Mauna in tow. She has her bags with her, as well as kiss marks from Moperetta all over her face.)
Are you two packed?
uh yea
Mhm !
Good. Anyways, meet Mauna. She’ll translate all the cryptic shit in case none of us understand.
Hi !
Hello !
sup
Anyways, uh, did Toorie say her “tragic goodbyes” to her sisters yet?
Not Exactly “Tragic” , But Yeah ! I Said Goodbye .
Alright, then let’s go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
anyways I gotta sleep now bsuhsuhbsbugsugbugb-
-Mod Jimmy 🗣️
#msm#my singing monsters#msm au#my singing monsters au#pompom#pompom msm#furcorn#furcorn msm#mammott#mammott msm#tootoo#tootoo msm#sooza#sooza msm#fluoress#fluoress msm#kayna#kayna msm#mondo is a cringefail loser
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https://youtu.be/WFbXbV0GaRk
The Saitama being a sun deity is becoming stronger and stronger. I saw this video and immediately remembered your theory.
Uuh which theories? I have far, far too many lol.
(Please dig me the theories being refered to I would appreciate those haha, I don't keep good tabs, I keep losing my stuff in my own archives...)
(Also tbh I can't be arsed to watch Zoniin's one hour long video gah, I'm sorry if that's pertinent to this ask)
You prolly meant this when I took one of Murata-sensei's tweets about Garou arc ending. And also one of my divine power theories I've lost somewhere in the archives...
BUT the depiction of Saitama's divine power is definitely that of the sun and he has quite many sun motifs to go around.
From his bald head reflecting the sun, sun shining from behind him, fists glowing golden, the clash of divine powers looking like the sun itself, standing atop a monsterized sun, sun symbols like reading manga...the list goes on.
He's the sun man and sun deity, through and through.
Well that is, if he Awakened (ascended) to the full use of his powers, his divine power to be precise that is fueled by his emotions. I still hypothesise that he doesn't particularly know exactly how it works. He punches something, it relieves him of his stressfull emotions and uh, yea.
That's it. He's like "I punch stuff and it works."
When he's talked to about his divine power, he does not consciously remember either. And pelted with rocks too as punishment.
Then there's ofc the japanese mythos of Amaterasu, the sun goddess and rest which are probably a good source of inspiration to draw from.
Now if you allow me to detour from Saitama himself a bit...
Cuz he's prolly not the only "sun god" in the mix.
Let's talk about some potential Sun lore, divine power and mythos in OPM. This be a long one.
The interesting bit comes from that we also have a direct Tsukuyomi reference in the manga now and Tsukuyomi stands as one of the the siblings to Amaterasu, as does Susanoo. So it is probably fairly definitive at this point that ONE has read the mythos and some of that has been used as source of inspiration.
Amaterasu is the great and glorious goddess of the sun. An embodiment of the rising sun and Japan itself, she is the queen of the kami and ruler of the universe. The Japanese Imperial Family claims to have descended from her, and this is what gives them the divine right to rule Japan.
She is the center of Shinto, and Japanese spiritual life.
Amaterasu can be translated as “Shines from Heaven,” with 天 meaning “heaven” (or Imperial) and 照 meaning “shines.” Amaterasu is shorthand for Amaterasu-ōmikami, which can be represented in Kanji as 天照大神, 天照大御神, and 天照皇大神. This longer version means “the great and glorious kami who illuminates from Heaven.” The most prominent of her titles is Ōhirume-no-muchi-no-kami (大日孁貴神), meaning “the great sun of the kami.”
Amaterasu is the Queen of Heaven, the kami, and creation itself. Though she did not create the universe, she is the goddess of creation, a role she inherited from her father, Izanagi, who now defends the world from the land of the dead.
Amaterasu’s primary role is that of the sun goddess. In this position, she not only serves as the literal rising sun that illuminates all things, but also provides nourishment to all living creatures and marks the orderly movement of day into night.
The sun represents order and purity, two of Shinto’s most important concepts. All things in creation are ordered, from Amaterasu down to the denizens of Jigoku and other hells. This order is reflected in Japanese society as well.
Through Amaterasu’s illumination, she represents not just order, but the justice that maintains it as well. The Imperial family has long served as the legitimizing power of any Japanese political entity, and they have always used this position to ensure that Amaterasu’s place as Queen of Heaven and her control of its courts are reflected in their rule. Thus, the earthly court systems and the justice they represent are reflections of Amaterasu’s divine justice, though she herself is not the goddess of justice - merely its final arbiter. She maintains harmony and balance in both the natural world and human society.
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto is the Japanese god of the moon, a proud deity of order and beauty. The estranged husband of the sun goddess Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi spends eternity chasing her across the sky.
Tsukuyomi, sometimes called Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto (the great God Tsukuyomi), is rendered as 月読尊, or simply 月読 in Kanji. This name directly translates to “moon-reading,” a popular practice in the noble courts of pre-modern Japan where parties would stay up all night moon-gazing and reading poetry. An alternate Kanji reading is tsukuyo, moon-light, and mi, watching. Sometimes he is called Tsukuyomi Otoko (月讀壮士) or Tsukuhito Otoko (月人壮士), meaning “moon-reading man.”
Tsukuyomi is very much a match for his wife Amaterasu. Beautiful and serene, he believes in order and etiquette and enforces them whenever he can. His enforcement of such ideals extends to the point that he is willing to kill to maintain order, despite killing itself being a breach of etiquette in the heavenly court. Thus, there is irony in Tsukuyomi’s strict adherence to etiquette: to enforce it, he is willing to break it.
Tsukuyomi and his siblings Amaterasu and Susanoo were born of the purification ritual Izanagi underwent following his trials in Yomi.
Together, the siblings climbed the Heavenly Pillar and ruled the Heavens. Tsukuyomi married his sister Amaterasu, and ruled as her consort.
The Death of Uke Mochi
When word reached Amaterasu, she was horrified and labeled her husband an evil kami, unworthy of returning to the Heavens. This separation of Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu was the origin of day and night. For all eternity, Tsukuyomi will continue to pursue Amaterasu across the night sky without ever reaching her; even during an eclipse, the sun will run from the moon.
Tsukuyomi lacked Amaterasu’s naturally glowing disposition. Whatever goodness he had was merely a reflection of her light.
(Kami means God, so this is probably a direct reference to the mythos)
(Garou has the sun corona wrapped around him, ergo he was the sun eclipse and ill omen)
And as we know, the Moon God is an obvious reference to OPM God who's body resides in the moon.
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So what do they say about moonlight?
It only reflects the sunlight. Because moon does not produce light on it's own.
And there's been bunch of parallels between Saitama and OPM God already. One stands in the heavens and reflects the sunlight, the beauty of overwhelming power of the sun, light and moral good aspects and positivity and growth and want for living, while the other crawls from the ever-dark side of the moon where no sunlight reaches, the dark corners and only ever seems to even connect with individuals with dark thoughts in their minds, notably about killing or death of something.
(If he turned around it would be such a nice parallel to Saitama image above wouldn't it? Heh)
There is one other occasions with usage of monsterized sun as motif, like when Black S combines to platinum S and experiences sadness and grief on a deeper level, because he feels all those consciousness of other Black S fade in death and merge into new individual.
One could hypothesise then that OPM God gains power from darker, deeper, negative emotions of the psyche, these powers work as it's fuel and it takes advantage of these openings in the heart to wheedle it's influence over individuals. When the spirit is weakened and people give into these dark thoughts and emotions in times of duress. Like when HE tried to hang himself and Garou gave up after Saitama beat him, future Garou turned himself into salt statue and Garou tried to get other heroes to kill him.
Emotions like self-loathing, hatred of other individuals enough to produce killing intent, dark triadism, those kinds of stuff. Saitama himself has to prep a serious punch with enough killing intent to vaporize enemies like Elder centipede.
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So you could say that if Saitama is the Sun god, then OPM God is the Moon God and the other side of the coin, the forces that make the Earth spin around, if you allow some philosophy.
Saitama is the protagonist of the story and OPM God is proposed to be the final villain. So yea, it kinda makes sense too. The beginning and the end of the Ouroboros.
(And you can't say OPM God prolly ain't kinda obsessed and/or linked with Saitama at this point, the Abominable fist that turned against God, like Tsukuyomi chases the sun god Amaterasu. It ain't easy being Saitama.)
Sun is basically a large ball of hot plasma, so their divine powers are similar too. HE basically throws large balls of hot plasmas at people (like vaccineman and choze), so its no wonder he was such a scary opponent and a hit would vaporize anybody in an instant.
Besides cutting it with sun blade, which seems symbolic if anything in a chapter titled "The greatest obstacle". There is both the sun blade and the moon blade, naturally, to reflect the dualistic aspects of divine power I am guessing. Sunlight is the source of all life on Earth, but ultraviolet can also break down DNA and the thermal energy is very destructive.
The Sun is the star at the center of the Solar System. It is a nearly perfect ball of hot plasma, heated to incandescence by nuclear fusion reactions in its core. The Sun radiates this energy mainly as light, ultraviolet, and infrared radiation, and is the most important source of energy for life on Earth.
I don't really see that much difference between Saitama's divine power of the sun or what Homeless Emperor uses and what gets forfeited from him and which then also kills him by burning him to crisp, besides the intent.
It's a sun, alright. Blast calls Garou's power "divine power" when he flares and glows with the power of Sun's corona (same look as in the cover page "Authenticity"), Saitama's copied power from Garou fuses with his own serious punch to create a ball of plasma in the sky and literal sun and Blast's friends wonder who's this person imbued with so much divine power.
It's all just some aspects of the power of the Sun.
(Praise the sun) (I'm sorry, not)
And as it stands, OPM God also resides within a depiction of heaven, much like when Amai-mask imagined Saitama as a being of overwhelming power in 174 "Beauty". The first attack Garou also used was Nuclear fission, third attack was Gamma ray Burst and our Sun is classified a red dwarf star.
Nuclear fusion is the process that powers active or main-sequence stars and other high-magnitude stars, where large amounts of energy are released.
The interesting bit is that Garou could also use and copy Blast's and Saitama's powers and then figured out something as absurd as time travel on his own. With just the knowledge of the flow and behaviour of all the energies in the universe.
Idk maybe he just slapped everything he knew and had copied together and poof, time travel concept. *shrug*
Whether there is more to divine power itself, like divine power having the capacity of manipulating reality of the cosmos itself (space-time) or whether Saitama's divine power is still in it's infancy, like Garou who only got a small impartation of power or if Saitama bending reality of the known cosmos comes from somewhere else, like soul or some kind of combined effect like mind, body and soul... Hard to say.
(Hah Saitama's divine power being underdeveloped...scary)
(Other side of the coin when Saitama reflects the moon on the surface of the water, btw)
I've thought this before, but I do think that one of the agendas, if OPM God is the chessmaster and the invisible hand, then it allowed Saitama to learn this ability from Garou who managed to figure out how to do it. He's a quick study and genious of techniques, so maybe he needed to be pushed to that point to actually develop such a technique and Garou was fond of combining other techniques into making his own.
So maybe the theory of Garou combining everything he knew into time travel concept holds some water then and it's not part of divine power in itself.
But Blast having space-time powers, so idk... need to know more.
I'm going to loan Rene descartes and the Pineal gland for a bit.
The pineal gland is a tiny organ in the center of the brain that played an important role in Descartes’ philosophy. He regarded it as the principal seat of the soul and the place in which all our thoughts are formed.
In Treatise of Man:
In scholastic philosophy, these activities were explained by referring to the soul, but Descartes proudly pointed out that he did not have to invoke this notion: “it is not necessary to conceive of this machine as having any vegetative or sensitive soul or other principle of movement and life, apart from its blood and its spirits, which are agitated by the heat of the fire burning continuously in its heart—a fire which has the same nature as all the fires that occur in inanimate bodies”.
The pineal gland played an important role in Descartes’ account because it was involved in sensation, imagination, memory and the causation of bodily movements.
As in perception, Descartes applied the term ‘idea’ again to the flow of animal spirits from the pineal gland: “And note that if we have an idea about moving a member, that idea—consisting of nothing but the way in which spirits flow from the gland—is the cause of the movement itself” (AT XI:181; Hall 1972, p. 92). Apart from the just-mentioned type of bodily motions, caused by motions of the pineal gland, there is also a second kind, namely reflexes. The pineal gland plays no role with respect to them. Reflexes are caused by direct exchanges of animal spirits between channels within the hemispheres of the brain. (Descartes did not know that there are “spinal reflexes”.) They do not necessarily give rise to ideas (in the sense of currents in the ventricles) and are not brought about by motions of the pineal gland.
The passions of the soul:
The solution of this puzzle is to be found in a passage which Descartes wrote a few years before the Passions, in which he compared the mind with the heaviness or gravity of a body: “I saw that the gravity, while remaining coextensive with the heavy body, could exercise all its force in any one part of the body; for if the body were hung from a rope attached to any part of it, it would still pull the rope down with all its force, just as if all the gravity existed in the part actually touching the rope instead of being scattered through the remaining parts. This is exactly the way in which I now understand the mind to be coextensive with the body—the whole mind in the whole body and the whole mind in any one of its parts” (Replies to the sixth set of objections to the Meditations, 1641, AT VII:441, CSM II:297). He added that he thought that our ideas about gravity are derived from our conception of the soul.
In this, ONE may have juxtaposed the idea of heavy conscience with passions of the soul from Rene Descartes and having powers of gravity at one's disposal, like Blast has. Kinda like how Mob walks with heavy steps when he's in ??? because of heavy conscience. The more the individual feels about matters, the more passionate the individual is, the more weight is put on their conscience.
If we glean from this that the more weight on individual's conscience, the more space-time powers they have then...and reality manipulation being space-time powers then it would mean Saitama's conscience might be...very fucking heavy. Since he too, is wounded healer archetype like Blast.
First episode in OPM, about thousand civilians died in one fell swoop because he could have just punched Beefcake immediately, but did not, because he had grown so apathetic his conscience had taken a hike.
Oop.
The medieval philosopher Thomas Aquinasbelieved our conscience emerged from synderesis: the ‘spark of conscience’. He literally meant the human mind’s ability to understand the world in moral terms. Conscience was the process by which a person brought the principles of synderesis into a practical situation through our decisions.
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Anyways, one other mythos from the aztects of their Sun god comes to mind when talking about sun gods.
OPM God is basically dead. It's incorporeal and it's body is inert in the moon. It only appears to people taking other forms and when enough divine power is present and only within their subconscious. Then it took HE's life and his power as his own. His temple underground looks reminiscent to aztec temples.
The rationale for Aztec human sacrifice was, first and foremost, a matter of survival. According to Aztec cosmology, the sun god Huitzilopochtli was waging a constant war against darkness, and if the darkness won, the world would end. The keep the sun moving across the sky and preserve their very lives, the Aztecs had to feed Huitzilopochtli with human hearts and blood.
Joe Rogan talks about how Aztecs burned people alive.
With this in mind...OPM God may stress out people first so when they finally die, it can digest the souls and they're more tasty this way
but it would also give him their superhuman strenght and religious ecstacy of their souls.
If it feeds on the power of dark emotions, yea, it would probably give it more power with this kind of approach and feed into it's own cruel tendencies of manipulating people and watching them suffer and doing his bidding like slaves. Playing the evil, egotistical puppermaster.
That's why it's so goddamn large, it looks like a Preta path (hungry ghost) and why there's so many flowers of Lotus at it's feet. A pure, sacred flower. Might be all the souls it has nommed in it's quest to sustain itself in some way, since it's dead so it has no life energy and looks like death warmed over.
Kinda like Boros when boros got a taste of Saitama's serious punch, just shriveled up. Might be the reason it wants a living body as sacrifice to resurrect on earth.
This is a hypothesis though.
Nelumbo nucifera is a lotus species with historical cultural and spiritual significance. It is a sacred flower in both Hinduism and Buddhism,[93] representing the path to spiritual awakening and enlightenment. In Christianity, the lotus flower is often associated with the apostle Thomas and his coming to India.[94] It was also an important symbol in ancient Egypt, where it represented the path from death to rebirth to the afterlife.
Whether it has some kind of agenda at play, like the Aztec sun god and keeping some kind of darkness at bay and morally justifying this action of empowering itself...that I cannot say. But there is that dark shape below inside the God's dimension that Saitama awoke which wants to destroy humans cuz humans are apparently a plague, so there is that.
Kinda hard to make humans your avatars if the other agenda is to create monsters to destroy them at the same time, huh? Misantrophy all the same.
Idk, maybe it tries to take the human souls to himself first so they don't end up as sacrificial lambs for the resurrection of evil god? Ends don't justify the means though. *shrug*
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Phew, that's a lot of stuff. I may've had a bit more to add but I lost my train of thought somewhere. Mostly mythos and hypothesis and stuff I've thought about here and there.
(The smallest ask sometimes gets the longest meta thoughts if I am so inclined lmao)
#opm#one punch man#asks#saitama#opm god#amaterasu#tsukuyomi#sun god#divine power#opm meta#sun#kami#aztecs#rene descartes#Treatise of Man#The Passions of the Soul#long#mythology#opm manga panels
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Kuki x Wally fluff
Can any of you tell that I love this ship. Before the events of Flower and very VERY heavily implied crushes and slight obsession ( nothing too bad, just like very surface level stuff ). Oh yea, brief and implied Nigel x Abigail because 1x5 is a cuter ship imo then 2x5
"Hood Swap"
"Really? You want to swap our hoods?" Wally crossed his arms looking at the taller girl. "Yea! I'd think it'd be fun!" Wally wasn't opposed to swapping their hoods, he did want to wear Kuki's sweatshirt so badly. But he didn't want that to come out.
"Its just clothes!" Kuki crossed her arms, mocking his stance. "Exactly. Why can't we swap then?" Wally tried to find a reason, but his mind went blank. "Fine...let's swap. On one condition. If you get my hoodie dirty or ripped, I'm taking it back" Kuki smiled. "Deal!"
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Kuki walked out her room, orange instead of green on her torso. She looked at herself and smiled. "Its a little form fitting, but it feels super comfy!" Wally looked up at her, fighting to blush at her adorablness. "You look comfy too!" Kuki remarked, pointing at Wally in her sweatshirt. "Y-Yea it comfortable I guess..." He stuttered a little.
Just then, Nigel walked by. "What in the..." Wally instinctively looked away while Kuki looked at Nigel with joy. "We are swapping our clothes for the day!" Nigel just tilted his head in confusion. "Uh..alright? Me and Numbuh 5 are gonna grab some lunch and bring it back, you both want anything?"
"Oh you know what we like!"
"And I know what Wally likes" Wally snapped up to look over, seeing a smug Abigail looking right at him. "You comfy in that?" She teased. Wally just began stuttering. Nigel snickered at this lovely little scene. "Well, We'll be back. Numbuh 2 isn't gonna be here at all so you both will have a lil bit of free time~"
Wally covered his insanely red face. "Wait why is Numbuh 2 not going to be here?" Kuki asked. "Numbuh 2 got sick. Heard he's puking everywhere" Kuki cringed at the thought.
"Well, let's go pick up food and we'll be back" Nigel said, starting to head out. "Have fun!~" Abigail shouted before she left.
Kuki tapped on Wally's head, making him look up at her. "You okay?" She asked. Wally nodded, still looking away in embarrassment. "You sure? If you want we can change back-"
"No."
Kuki looked a little surprised. She thought he was just embarrassed of giving in for something minor. "Its not the clothing it's the issue" He said. "Oh.." Silence followed. Now they didn't know what to do. "Uh...you wanna watch tv?" Wally asked, scratching the back of his neck. "Sure!"
As the two watched TV, Wally's flusteredness died down, now just focusing on the giant screen and less on the swap. Suddenly, Kuki got up. "I'll be right back, it'll just be a second!" She left the room, leaving Wally by himself. He thought she was going to the bathroom or something.
Well usual trips to the bathroom aren't 10 minutes long. He became curious and looked around for Kuki. He didn't think she would of left-left. He checked each room, finally making it to his room. He opened the door to see Kuki laying on his bed, holding something in her hands.
He tried looking over her, but couldn't tell what she was holding. "I'm so glad we did the swap!" Kuki said to the Rainbow Monkey toy in her arms. "His hoodie is so comfortable and it smells just like him!" Wally covered his mouth, in fear of making any noise. His cheeks went pink, but he kept listening. "He looks so cute in my sweatshirt, he should wear it more often!"
Cute? Him? Never. She was the one all cute! "Oh, its been a while...Hold on Mr Happy Rainbow Monkey, I'm gonna put you back and go to the couch, hes probably thinking I left the tree house or something" Wally quickly ran back to the couch and pretended he didn't eavesdrop on her little conversation.
"Hey Wally! Sorry I kept ya waiting" Kuki greeted him with a smile on her face. "O-Oh its no problem." She sat next to Wally and pulled him in for a hug. Wally tried not to blush as he was pulled in. He started to get relaxed again, soon sinking into Kuki's arms. God he was happy he agreed to the swap.
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"Hey uh, Kuki?" Kuki turned around, her hair being flung out of her face like a curtain on a windy day. "Yes, Numbuh 4?" Wally scratched the back of his neck. "Y-You can keep the hoodie if you want, I have another one" He said. "Oh! Okay! You can keep that one too" Wally internally celebrated, but just kept his goofy flustered look on.
* Bonus! *
"We should do that one day too" Nigel said to Abigail as they stood in line waiting for their food. "If you can pull off just an extra large shirt, Numbuh 5 will agree" Nigel thought about it. "Well, I suppose I could try. Never wore just a shirt before though" He did imagine it was quite comfortable, much more than wearing pants in his opinion. "Well, I'll do it!"
"Cool, if you wanna do that, we'll do that. But just so you know, Numbuh 5 ain't shaving my head bald"
"HEY"
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I found this image on my computer, which; without context is probably EXTREMELY confusing but it kills me every time I see it
I cannot tell you how badly I wish I could explain this game to you all, more specifically the adventure I went on with Chester but all I have left from the streams is this recap, which if you can forgive my god awful voice/audio summarizes exactly nothing everything and shows just how often my audience abuses the sound/music alerts video below the read more so it shouldn't randomly auto-play for anyone:
So, right off the bat horribly sorry for my god awful voice gracing your ears.
Other than that, for people who don't know; Kenshi is possibly my favorite open world sandbox game because it genuinely has so much to offer. It has no goals, it has no morality system nor does it try to tell you what is right and wrong. Kenshi just puts you in the world and asks you to survive however you want.
In the playthrough I'm doing on my streams I am playing as Chester, who's literally an old man who was a slave, escaped slavery, and lost all of his limbs; he has since been re-enslaved but broken out several times. I've decided that since he has been mistreated directly by slavers he would seek to rid the world of the two factions in the game that heavily support slavery, those being The Holy Nation (who are essentially a parody of Extremist Christians with their sexist and racist beliefs that anyone who isn't a Greenlander Male needs to be someone else's slave, or be killed) and The United Cities (who are basically Capitalism, I would say "Capitalism to the extreme" but no that's implied by saying Capitalism in the first place. Wealth is everything to them, how you get it doesn't matter; sell drugs, sell people; who cares as long as you make money in the end) as a result his journey has taken him all over the world.
Now normally in Kenshi you play as a group of characters you can set up a base somewhere, start up productions and do whatever. Kenshi is really well designed in that the world will come to you and happen at you but it will never treat you like anyone special even if you become a big shot. Taking out a few Holy Nation Paladins will get you a bad rep with the Holy Nation but no one is going to call you an Anti-Slaver hero, but if you take down Holy Lord Phoenix himself, you'll start to get a name for yourself both good and bad depending on who you ask. For every ally you make you make an enemy of someone else. If you build in bandit territory they will demand food to not launch raids, if you build in Shek lands they want their tribute for your colonization, if you build in the United Cities you better be ready to pay taxes. The world feels alive no matter how you play, and Chester is something of a nomad who just wants to explore the world and have one last adventure while leaving the wastelands a more peaceful place than he came into it as.
My current playthrough off stream is actually 100% different, I'm a lone barkeeper who set up shop in one of the towns of the United Cities, I would buy slaves and release them if they chose to stay with me I'd give them a job working at my pub. I was literally just a humble barkeep. Eventually I had the whole situation automated, we have robots manning everything, one running well water to the farmer, one working the farms harvesting crops and turning them into usable ingredients, another taking the ingredients and preparing food, another running that food to the front desk for sales, it was an elaborate and beautiful pipeline delivering grog, sake, and plenty of rice to the fine people of Stoat while simultaneously ridding the UC (United Cities) of their slaves, with the money lining my pockets it wasn't hard to buy out every slave shop I came across, and just release the slaves.
Oh yea and I have modded the game to all hell without a care as to what I was actually modding in, which means everything from vroid models to dinosaurs to uh... warframe grineer? For some reason?
So my playthrough kinda looks like this:
I kinda want to run you through this playthrough in hopes it will share some of why I love Kenshi with you. See the stats in this game are brutal and they only get better by being used. If you want to get tougher you need to be beaten, if you want to run faster you need to travel, if you want to make better clothing you need to do a lot of crafting. So with only 6 Athletics (which is nothing) and a dream, I took off to go get my Skeleton crew (Skeletons are the name for robots in this game) which are out in the Black Desert which suffers from constant acid rain and lightning storms... which are a slight problem, however that's not as much of a problem when I didn't even make it 5 minutes out the door before some bandits launched an assault on me because I happened to have a loaf of bread in my pocket, yea this game is UNFAIR and it's great but we'll get to why later.
^ See this in the bottom left? Those are your health bars, you don't get HP in this game you get values for your limbs. Your VITAL limbs are things like your head, chest, stomach, and obviously blood. The higher your toughness stat the lower those can go before you fall unconscious/die. However you can entirely lose arms and legs and still be okay, you can even craft your own limbs (or steal them in the case of Chester :P) to replace them, and in a lot of cases limbs are a trade off, maybe you're really strong but that strength means you don't have good finger dexterity so you can't pick locks or steal very well but you can bust open a door or hit someone really hard, scout legs for example give you a ton of movement speed as they're basically springs on your feet, but they don't have a lot of health value so if you get hit in the leg you're probably going down quick, not to mention you can't swim very well with large pieces of metal for legs. These trade offs are really fun and the way health values work in this game is something I hated at first but came to love as I played more.
Everything you survive in Kenshi literally makes you stronger, it's that age old saying "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" yea it's that cranked up to 11, because wouldn't you know it after hiring some robots at a pub (they can only drink grog because it's basically oil to them, and yes they have oil not blood as a stat; man the devs really put so much detail into this game it's so cute) I got struck by lightning and left out in acid rain... with literally no protection from it.
However if you notice most of my stats are in the green minus stomach and chest... and my left arm but my VITALS are doing better because I already took a beating getting here, and I got tougher for it! God I love that shit so much it's such a cool concept because it means you organically grow over the course of the game!
So anyways we get back to Stoat eventually (I had to get one of the robots to carry me) and we begin to properly set up shop, it's real cozy since there's no real conflict and I have plenty of money (called Cats) to spend on resources right now
I even started making and selling weapons and stuff! I eventually had enough money I bought ANOTHER building and decided to turn this one into a big farm, we'd use moister farming to condense water in the air since we're in the middle of the desert and wells out here kinda suck for consistent water supply, we'll continue the use of hydroponic farming and start bread production from grain silos, yes all of this shit matters; Kenshi is a complex game with lots of moving parts, I mean hell there's a whole graph for making robotic limbs and it's fantastic, you have to know what to make at what crafting station and where it all needs to go, and what research you need to do to unlock it all. This game makes you work for your reward and then properly gives you a fitting reward when you can make shit like this:
This whole thing is a blueprint that contains 3 different types of farms (Vegetables, Rice, and Wheat) a grain silo to turn the wheat to flour, then an oven for baking that flour to bread, as well as Grog, Rum, and Sake distilleries, storage for it all, as well as 4 stoves all set to make various foods from the farms, the floor above this houses 6 water condensers that will generate passive water for us so the farms won't dry out, and you know what? This all pays off, we make literally over 100k just selling various foods and drink that cost nothing for us to make since we can now grow it all in house!
Just to give you an idea, there was a moment like this for Chester too, except Chester's moment was when he tracked down a tyrannical Skeleton warlord who had been literally making skeletons go haywire so he could have an army to commit genocide on anyone and everyone, Chester couldn't fight through the literal hundreds of thralled skeletons so instead we used stealth which we had been training for a good while now; and snuck into his throne room before carefully sneaking up and assassinating him. It turns out he has one of the strongest weapons in the game, something called a "Meitou Falling Sun" which is actually really important because the "Meitou" in that name is the weapon's grade, Meitou is a grade only given to 1 of each class of weapon, forged by an ancient blacksmith named Cross who was renowned as a legendary blacksmith who made top tier weapons. Now the Falling Sun is still WAY too heavy for Chester to use properly, but he was able to grab the warlord and turn him in to an anti-slaver group for a bounty, fun fact about that the anti-slaver group is ran by another Skeleton who used to be friends with said warlord but didn't agree with his system of going to war, and instead became an anti-slaver gigachad who doesn't even fight with a weapon.
Notice how in my Barkeeper run my big moment was automating a farm + kitchen combo and decorating my bar to be nice and fancy; but for Chester it was basically an elaborate stealth mission to assassinate/Stealth KO a warlord and change the global politics of the game entirely? Yea that's the freedom this game gives you, you will get these big rewarding moments no matter how you play. In one of my playthroughs that rewarding moment was hunting down a slaver group who had taken one of my characters and enslaved them, I broke everyone out of the camp including my old team member and despite effectively only getting back to square 1 (having both my party members in the party again) it felt super cool and rewarding to break them out of this elaborate slave prison and set everyone free to help me fight off the guards, because my whole playthrough changed when they got captured, suddenly I cared a lot more about lock picking and stealth and everything else took a backseat, I joined a group of ninjas and had them train me so I could sneak in and pick all the locks before opening all the cages and arming all the slaves with weapons from the storage rooms. Kenshi is an entirely unique experience every playthrough and speaking of playthroughs after I upgraded my bar I decided to take a little vacation out of the desert to go pick up some more friends, this time I figured I'd get some fleshy new hires since I want to diversify a little bit. While I was out, this Beak Thing (large carnivore creatures who when the game was released, could accidentally talk and would absolutely destroy you before saying "relax, enjoy death" which is the most terrifying shit) got stuck in our grog room
But he's still only a pup so we can't legally give him any alcohol, don't worry; he still hasn't left and he's now an Elder. I am trying to find the guy who will sell him to me because he's become something of a mascot for the bar. He also doesn't fit anymore...
So you may be wondering if there's plot or anything and well, there kinda is; and it's super organic and I love it to death. Okay so let's back up, now that I have an automated system I've begun going town to town and buying a bar in each major town in the UC this allows me to make money in town and then buy out the slave market freeing any slaves and hiring any who want to stick around giving them a weapon more powerful than a sword in the UC; money. In doing so I wound up in a coastal town called Bark where I was approached by a young woman and this dialogue happend:
It's a little hard to read but I'll summarize if you're not able to read it; essentially she asks if I'm from around here and when I ask if there's a problem by any chance she tells me she somehow fucked up with nobility, which in the UC is a big deal; like a "they will kill you" big deal. She tells me she NEEDS to get out of town, so I ask her what she was involved in; remember that if I get a bad rep with the UC my bars will be raided, all the slaves I have employed will be killed, I won't be able to fight the system so for now I have to play nice and that means I can't be helping anyone out if it costs me my own skin; plus I'm not some super strong anime protagonist, I'm a fucking barkeeper! I have no stats for fighting at this point and can't very well go to war with the UC over one person as much as I may want to help everyone. She tells me it's all a conspiracy and someone ratted her out, she needs to be gone by the morning so I tell her I'll see what I can do; yes you can actually disguise people and sneak them over boarders in this game it's incredible. However she tells me she only needs about 3k to bribe the guards to look the other way, 3k is pretty much nothing to me at this point so I say sure. After which point she joins our squad, I am then approached by another young lady looking to join up and get out of town; sounds good to me but I kinda need people here to run the shop in this town so I attempted to have a bit of dialogue to figure out why she wanted out so bad;
But she's an absolute riot, she tells me she has a pet Gutter (a species of Beak Thing) named Grimes and how she apparently has had a steamy affair with the barman's daughter and then even goes so far as to try to show me her weird rash but I figured we knew enough and you know we stan a lesbian with a weird rash.
But I couldn't just leave them here if they weren't well protected; so I set up a small fishing camp, and taught them how to farm, I even bought them a house and made good sure Khida was safe to leave town if needed.
I even installed a little Gutter weathervane for Ojillo on their farm
This game just has so much charm! Though I really need to get these two some clothes, most characters spawn with pants but not shirts; but the game is never weird about it so meh I'll pick them up some leather jackets from the shop down the road from my pub.
Now remember how I said I'm physically pretty weak? And how I can't really fight yet? Well to fix that I went ahead and used the skills I do have (in crafting) to make myself some martial arts gear, in this case this absolute insanely modded mess of a game showed me I could make Goku's gi and you know I have never seen Dragon Ball but that wasn't going to stop me, I even found a guy selling some weird robotic enhancements and bought that to go with it.
I essentially waited around at the gates of Stoat for wildlife, bandits, or threats of any nature to attack the town and when the guards would get involved I'd just back them up, it was pretty safe and if I was knocked out I had my pub staff nearby with medkits to pick me up and haul my ass back to bed. After a LONG time of this I was finally skilled enough at dodging, tough enough to take hits when I couldn't dodge, and actually skilled enough with martial arts; to explore the wilds out by where Beak Things live, I was hoping to get some beak thing eggs since they sell for a good price and I could use them in cooking some really nice stuff to sell at my pub, would absolutely bring in higher paying clientele and I'm all about that.
Oh and while I was doing all of this, the rest of the world was still actively going on around me, remember how I said I was freeing slaves? They were starting to take notice of this, and one of my ex-slave employee's Frump went by the slave yard to free some more people when this really wholesome interaction happened:
Kenshi really does a great job of making the world feel like it's happening around you but at the same time, taking notice of you. I love stuff like this, it's genuinely cool to see slaves notice my faction and know they have a chance of escaping because I set slaves free; and yet they don't immediately trust me just off my reputation because that's the kind of world Kenshi is, it's a world where for all they know I "free" slaves and then shoot them for sport, or feed them to my pet dinosaur for fun. Oh yeah my pet dinosaur, about that.
So remember how I said I was going to go get beak thing eggs for profit and money? I found a Western Tyrant instead, or at least a Juvenile one; a quick fight later and it was knocked out, I patched it up and dragged it's ass back to my house in The Hub where I was greeted by none other than Elma from Xenoblade Chronicles X and 2b from NieR; why? Because MODS BAY-BEE WOOOO!
ANYWAYS we put it in a cage so it can't kill us and we feed it until it trusts us, we name it Gura because it will become an Apex Predator, and now we are best friends :D
Look at it! I love this thing! It's so cute! It's still a baby so I have to be careful not to let it get into fights with things that could easily kill it but it's a tanky beast and I'm keeping it safe. Well...
OKAY LISTEN IT'S OKAY! THE RAGDOLL PHYSICS ARE JUST HILARIOUSLY WEIRD IN THIS GAME BUT I PROMISE IT'S OKAY!
On my way back to Stoat I found a group of nomads who were also traveling with animals and I decided to follow them, strength in numbers and all that; we're all friends here.
This game is honestly beautiful to me even on low settings; I love looking up from the desert wasteland and seeing huge planets floating over the horizon it really sells me on the scale of this world.
Eventually we got to a town where I hadn't had a chance to set up a shop, the Nomads just brought me to an entirely new place; so I ran by the local bar to pick up a new hire and well, interview went great!
I literally asked if they had any potential skills they said no, and I hired them on the spot!
Oh yea I also found a guy getting chased around by a "processor unit" which are basically robotic vulture raptors that eat dying things; he was beat up pretty bad in a fight and woke up from his recovery coma because the unit was eating his flesh, and then the pathfinding decided he should RUN IN CIRCLES
So I see this looney tunes bullshit off in the distance while I'm traveling; gotta love it. Good luck dude! Some say he's still out there running in circles to this day.
This happened by the way because he was trying to attack the unit, and the unit was trying to attack him and the pathfinding wouldn't just let him turn around, and dear lord it was hilarious.
I was also laughing really hard because I sent my friends THIS picture which looks like the most generic youtube clickbait thumbnail, but was meant to express how much hell I was going through trying to transport all my goods over to the next town which was so heavy I couldn't move faster than 4 mph but of course there were a ton of things in the desert at this exact time of day, that want me dead:
I guess what I'm trying to say with this extremely long rambling, is that I genuinely love Kenshi for how much love and care and soul it has. Every character I encounter has a story, something to say, something to do. I wander into a town and someone tells me about this legend they heard and they want to join me to go hunt down some treasure somewhere, or I'll stumble into a pirate town where anyone who doesn't know the pirate code is immediately taken in to become a slave and work your way up through the ranks because you're an obvious outsider; but you can buy a pirate code book off a drunk guy super cheap at a bar and then pretend to know enough to not get caught. Sometimes I'm running through a place just for travel and stumble upon "Skin Bandits" who are Skeletons who think they're human, and they're all friends with a human who's their leader; and made them "peeler machines" to peel the flesh off their "flesh brothers" and wear the skin as a suit; genuine horror shit right there and I love it. Kenshi has so much packed into it, you could be a leviathan hunter seeking riches from battling behemoths that roam the land, or you could be a barkeeper who just wants to settle down in a quiet town and run a shop, or you could be an anti-slaver and free the oppressed people of the world; and hell there's nothing saying you have to play this way. If you prefer to be a morally bad person in games you can join the Holy Nation, you can become a slave trader; you can steal and kill to your hearts content because the game will never point a finger at you and say "you're being morally bad and mean and rude!" Instead you are chased down by the police, you might have to break out of jail, you might have to fight and die to get out of prison or to get away because you may get caught trying to rob people. Kenshi is immersive because it never tells you "no" outright, it plays like a huge game of D&D where everything is fair to the point of being brutal and unfair. Like the game doesn't deem you anyone important, you're just another person; so every choice you make matters but not in some grand scheme kind of way.
And what's really cool about it is, if you do want to be some important person, you can do that too! If you take out a big political name, someone else will make moves to take their place; other factions will move into the land and take up residency and you can sway how the game map will turn out. You can help the Shek reclaim their land, you can help the Holy Nation colonize everything, you can help the United Cities get even richer, or you can hang out in the swamps with the turtles; they're cute as fuck dude I love those little guys.
Yes the game is buggy, and yes you should probably mod the fuck out of it because there's a ton of ways to cheese it and honestly sometimes a bit of quality of life mods can go a long ways toward making a game more fun.
But I ultimately think this game deserves a look if you're into these sort of genres; explore the world, see what it has to offer; and just have fun with it. If you're curious and don't wanna play it yourself you're always welcome to check out my streams, Chester's quest to get all his stats to 100 is about to start back up again, we still need to put an end to the Holy Nation and make Chester the gigachad he deserves to be; so if you can handle my absolutely aggravating voice come hang out if you feel inclined.
Anyhow thanks for reading all of this, hope you enjoyed it; I could gush about Kenshi and it's little details all day but I'll spare you since this post is long enough as it is.
#long post sorry#oh god theres a really dumb 6 minute video under the cut#and you can hear my dumbass voice sorry about that lol#i love this dumb game so much
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