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inamindfarfaraway · 2 years

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How much do you think the Signal’s debut shook the supervillains, and indeed all criminals, of Gotham? He destroyed their longstanding definition of a Gotham vigilante. All the rules went out the window. From now on, apparently anything goes.

[Early morning in a plain, modest safehouse. Jonathon Crane cracks his eyes open, yawns, slowly gets up and groggily shuffles to the kitchen/dining area, where he takes out a cup and prepares to use the coffee machine. Behind him his scientific equipment and notes are arranged neatly on the counter. A relaxed Duke is taking photos of them.]

Duke: (jovially) Good morning.

Jon: Good morning.

Jon:

Jon: Who the hell are you?!

Duke: I’m the Signal! (pats symbol proudly) The newest hero in town.

Jon: (blinks, still half-asleep) Like… the Bat-Signal?

Duke: Yeah, I’ve got this whole light theme going on.

Jon: But - it - it’s 6:30 AM.

Duke: Yep. Turns out crime doesn’t just vanish when the sun comes up, so I patrol in the daylight hours. The night shift has seven people; the day shift should have at least one, right?

Jon: But you’re a Bat! Bats don’t do that!

Duke: Actually, some species of bat, like fruit bats, are diurnal. I got precedent.

Jon, on the verge of a breakdown: Okay, okay, look. I have lost a great deal of sleep lately evading capture by the frankly ridiculous number of vigilantes active at night. You’re a teenager, a student with a very strenuous job. Surely you understand what sleep deprivation feels like.

Duke: I do.

Jon: Just please, please let me have my coffee.

[A weighted pause. Duke narrows his eyes, then softens.]

Duke: You get one cup.

Jon: Thank you.

[He makes his cup of coffee and lovingly inhales the smell. Just as he’s about to drink it, Duke bats it out of his hand like a cat. It smashes on the floor.]

Jon: YOU -

[Duke quickly cuffs him.]

Duke: Stop! Making! Trauma: The Inhalant! That’s all you have to do, man!

***

[Duke is fighting Poison Ivy in her greenhouse of killer plants.]

Duke, popping out the blades in his escrima sticks: Your vines are no match for my bat-chet blades!

Ivy: Great, another one who puns.

[She sends a new wave of vines, but he gracefully slices and weaves through them. Too gracefully. His reflexes are faster than even Batman’s. Curious as scientists are wont to be, she halts her attack, and then suddenly, silently strikes with a vine straight at the back of his head. He cannot possibly sense it coming. He ducks.]

Ivy: Wait… oh God, you can’t predict movements before they happen with crazy extreme ninja training like Black Bat, can you? I’m not fighting another Bat like that. No way.

Duke: Oh, no, no, no, don’t worry. I’m not nearly as well-trained as Black Bat. I just have superpowers.

Ivy: You what?

Duke: I’m a metahuman. I’ve got superpowers.

Ivy: But you’re a Bat! Bats don’t do that!

Duke: I get that a lot.

Ivy: Well, what superpowers?

Duke: I’m not telling you all about my powers - I’m literally fighting you - but basically I can process light differently. Part of that is seeing where it’s been, the past, and where it will be, the future. I call it ghost vision.

Ivy: How far into the past and future? Hours? Months? Years? Can you see before your birth or after your death? Can you predict other people’s deaths? Watch the rise and fall of civilizations?

Duke, whose ghost vision currently goes under a minute both ways: That’s for me to know and you to… (stares into the middle distance) I believe, never find out.

Ivy: (raises hands) I’ll go to Arkham.

***

[Duke kicks open the door to Edward Nygma's hideout.]

Duke: Give it up, Riddler, I've got a... whoa.

[He trails off as he takes the space in. There are papers - plans, to-do lists, riddles, ciphers, trap and gadget blueprints, maps and more - everywhere, in stacks, folders and scattered loose across every surface. A bin in the corner is overflowing with crumpled pages. Intricate model traps line a shelf, one fallen on the floor. One wall bears a large corkboard with green and purple strings connecting annotated pictures of the Batfamily, including a screenshot of Oracle's digital logo. Edward himself has not reacted whatsoever to Duke's entrance. He's hunched over at his desk, typing away at an expensive computer setup. On one side of him sit many energy drinks, on the other is a massive pile of empty cans. All this detail requires Duke's night vision to see, because the lights are off and the curtains are closed, the only light the computer's cold glow.]

Edward: (only briefly looking up to give him a haughty stare) Yes, yes, the Signal, I've heard. Rest assured, it will be my utmost pleasure to obliterate you in a battle of wits. I just need to finish a couple of things.

Duke: When was the last time you slept?

Edward: (slightly hysterical chuckle) Please. I have transcended my mortal weaknesses thanks to intense focus, indomitable drive and the miracle of stimulants, much as I presume you Bats do. You're in no position to lecture me on getting enough sleep. I mean, you're late, so you're clearly not on top of things.

Duke: What?

Edward: You're meant to be a daytime hero. It's a little late for that, isn't it?

Duke: (concerned) It's 8:00 AM.

[Edward blinks and looks at the clock on his screen. He frowns. He stands up, strides over to the window and opens the curtains, flinching at the bright morning light. Duke notices that he has deep bags under his eyes and looks even more tired than Jon did, but his movements are as energetic as ever. He stretches and winces from back ache.]

Edward: Ah. So it is. ...What day is it?

Duke: (more concerned) Monday?

Edward: Monday?!

Duke: Okay, you've clearly been in the zone for a while. And I know being autistic can make it hard to recognize and interpret your body's messages. When was the last time you ate?

Edward: None of your business. I'm perfect condition.

[He picks up another can. Duke punctures it with a batarang. Edward scoffs and throws it down in indignation.]

Duke: I don't think you should have any more of those. (scans the rooms with X-ray vision) Oh my God, there's no food in here. Did you forget to buy it? Listen, if you come quietly, I'll get you a full breakfast on the way to Arkham.

[Edward is distracted, rummaging through his rooms in search of food.]

Edward: Of course I have food, Duke. It's right... it's somewhere around... (finds the fallen model) oh, I was looking for this!

Duke: No, with my powers I - you know my identity?

Edward: (still distracted, talking increasingly fast) What, like it's hard? I know everyone's except Oracle and the Red Hood. If Jason had survived, he'd be a perfect fit, but he's dead. Now, true, Stephanie is still alive when I distinctly remember visiting her grave, but those are completely different situations. There was a motive to fake her death, to escape the criminal overlords she'd angered with that gang war; I cannot find any such benefit from Jason's faked death and relocation. Stephanie was gone for, like, a year. Jason has yet to return after most of a decade. Even -

Duke: You visited Steph's grave?

Edward: She was a brilliant adversary, I had to pay my respects. Anyway, even if Jason's death was somehow inexplicably faked, he wouldn't have chosen to live only as the Red Hood. Especially who the Red Hood was at first. That would mean sacrificing his close familial relationships and becoming his beloved father and brother's enemy. And why would he ever be a crime lord? It's a radical betrayal of all his values, and based on his backstory, he should resent organized crime. And Batman would never fight his own child. None of it makes any sense! But I can't figure out what else could work. Is he really just a random person the Bats took in in adulthood? So that's been weighing on me. And also -

[He trips over a folder and, weak and lightheaded, crashes to the floor. He's so exhausted that merely lying on a flat surface has him sleeping soundly in an instant, resting his head on a stack of paper. Duke stares at him incredulously.]

Duke: I'm buying you breakfast.

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therainningtown · 1 year

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Behind The Glass Wall:

Summary: It was hard for everyone to trust the youngest after the incident.

But it seemed you were the only one to interact with him at all, even if his brothers tried dragging you away.

He started to realize, he shouldn’t have killed you. Your so…innocent and sweeter than the best candy he ever had. And was seemly waiting to be eaten alive by a demon or even his brothers.

He can’t have that. He needs to save you, save you from everyone and everything. Even yourself, and he’ll make sure of it.

—•—•—•—

Happy Halloween!!!!

This fic will be loooong.

Also, some of the tigger warnings are in the tags.

And if you hate Yandere-ish content please scroll.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Mrs.Potato Head-Melanie Martinez

Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me

Is it true that pain is beauty?

Does a new face come with a warranty?

Will a pretty face make it better?

Oh Mr. potato head tell me

How did you afford her surgery?

Do you swear you'll stay forever,

Even if her face don't stay together?

—•—•—•—

He groaned as the light of lamps in his room brighten the usually dark room. “Morning Belphie.” He heard the groggy voice of his twin. Also being woken up by the lights.

“Morning Beel…” He moved his hand to his favorite pillow and stretched. Popping his back and legs.

He started to rub his eyes as his twin shuffled around and soon started creaking through their shared room.

“Who’s on breakfast…” “I think it’s Mc..?”

Oh, he looked back at his twin as he put on his usual shirt. “Oh, okay…” once he heard that, he started to get up, along with more urgency.

He always likes these days.

—•—•—•—

“Hello Belphie, you’re up extremely early.” Asmodeus cheekily smiled as he just groaned. “I got up at the same time as Beel…” “Well that’s Beel, but you? You sleep until the afternoon.” Mammon said as he ate some pancakes.

“No matter, we’re happy you finally got up early.” Lucifer drunk his coffee slowly.

“But it’s weird you only do it on days where Mc is cooking.” Leviathan noted as he played on his phone. “You must really like their cooking…Hmm. Can’t judge you on that.” Beel stuffed his cheeks like a chipmunk would.

“Is that a problem?” “Nah, just a little strange…” his brothers started their decline in conversation as they just ate the food given.

“Good morning Belphie. Here’s some breakfast.” He pricked his head as he heard the familiar morning voice.

“Oh thanks…” he picked up a fork and started to dig in his food.

“Say Belphie, would you like to accompany me to the planetarium this afternoon?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” His eyes narrowed down at the warming food growing cold.

“Um sur—”

“Actually Mc, I do need help with some paperwork in my office after school. I would like it if you joined me.”

“Oh honey no! Mc, we need to go too Majolish! I heard a sale is going on!”

“Hey! I’m their first and I should have them first!”

His annoying brothers started to bicker. Just great, he couldn’t even get his answer out before his stupid eldest brother cut in.

“What time do you wanna meet Belphie…?” He heard the faint whisper in his ear, making his neck tickle by their breath.

“Um, how does 9pm sound?” “Just prefect.” He saw them in his vision, as they moved and straighten their back. And as they started to calm the others down.

“You boys gotta understand I have homework as well? I can’t always do them in a week.” His eyes didn’t tear from them, like a trance was put on him just for shits and giggles.

“I’ll try and let you guys have your time with me. Alright?” The brothers begrudgingly agreed at the accommodation and started to pack up.

“Hey, Belphie.” He snapped out when he felt a push on shoulder.

“We have to get going.” Beel munched on some bacon still in his mouth. “Beel…” he tried finding the words, it was…just stuck in his throat up to his tongue.

“Hm? Yeah Belphie?” His twin stared into his eyes as he nervously shook off any thoughts. “Nothing, I think I got nervous…?”

“Was it the fighting? Sorry if it was.”

“Maybe…I don’t really know.” He doesn’t even understand the reason behind it.

But maybe it will be solved,

Maybe.

—•—•—•—

He was resting in third period, finally.

A chance to relax and take his mind off of his brothers and onto the person he deemed an angelic creature.

Sent down to either tease him or to give him a purpose to protect something, maybe for a another chance.

He finally felt the feeling of drifting into a peaceful empty nap.

But it snapped by a tapping on the table, annoyingly loud.

“Belphegor.”

He just wanted to sleep, why did he just get pulled out by his own brother. Fucking asshole.

“I heard what you both planned during breakfast…” Ah, so that was entire point of this. “And let me tell you this Belphegor.”

His brother leaned on the desk and stared directly into his eye, “If I ever hear, that you harmed Mc again…I will never show you any mercy.” His blood red eyes stared and seemed to glow in anger.

“Why would I ever do that again? Mc is fine…And we’re talking to each other just fine…” He tried to stand his ground. But it felt like his own brother would snap his neck if he spoke the wrong words.

“I learned my lesson didn’t I?”

“It might be that for you and Mc. But not for us.” Lucifer almost spat in his face.

“Do you understand?” He bit his lip as he unknowingly nodded to his brother’s words.

“Good, have fun. But understand why we had this conversation.” Lucifer rubbed his throat, but he could only stare at the desk he sat at, as his brother walked away,

strictly as always.

—•—•—•—

Teddy Bear-Melanie Martinez

Gave you love, put my heart inside you

Oh, what could I do

When you started talking in your sleep

Saying things you'd do to me

I didn't care, I wasn't scared.

—•—•—•—

“You finally made it!” His steps dragged him forward as some form of sleep invaded his head. But it came and then shortly after, it left when he heard their voice.

A gentle melody to him, a little pill he needed for rest. Be it psychical or mentally, he didn’t mind either one.

“I got us some snacks. Though I did have to hide it from Beel.” They sighed, not out of annoyance just plain old love.

“Beel has a great sense of smell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could smell something miles away.” He slowly dropped to his knees as they sorted some of the snacks.

Some were his favorite, while some just seemed to be there for filler.

“You didn’t have to get so much. Especially for me?” He laughed a bit as they just puffed at his claim.

“I just wanna make this little thing special. And what’s been going on with your…”

They paused.

“My brothers, right?”

“Eh it’s fine. I know they’ll come around one of these days.” He shrugged but didn’t catch the concern look adorning their features.

“I’m patient, so I can wait for them. Just like I did in the attic.” He started his pick with a bag of chips. But before he could actually open it.

“But…that isn’t nice or welcomed.”

“Either is me harming you when all you wanted to do is help…I think you’re too nice.” He chirped as he started to dive in his chips.

you’re too nice…

He flinched as he thought back to those words. To nice…that’s what got them killed.

Being gullible and trusting a demon, especially one locked in an attic.

That’s what got them killed…

Oh.

No.

Oh no.

“Belphie..?” He was enveloped in his raging thoughts, that he didn’t notice their concern. “Belphie!”

“Huh?” “You good..? You spaced out there…” Their face was a mix of different kinds. He couldn’t tell at the moment.

“Oh sorry, just…a passing thought.” He rubbed his eyes as they sighed. “Belphie…is something going on?”

…

“Anything of worry?”

…

“What happen…”

…

“Belphegor!” “!!!”

He froze, they never raised or used that tone of voice. It was new, and scary.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Their eyes grew slanted as they tried finding something to grasp on.

A feeling of something, anger, sadness, anything negative.

He just looked away, not wanting to see their sadden face.

“Maybe it does bug me…” “Oh Belphie…” He tried not to just grab them and squeeze. He just let them softly cradle his head in their warm arms.

“Why didn’t you just tell me..?” “It’s a little sensitive…” He heard them sighed and whine. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that.”

“It’s okay.” He moved to place his head on their chest. Loving the feeling of it, he could sleep here for the rest of time.

—•—•—•—

He awoken too the ruffling of blankets, cracking his eyes open and looking up to see Mammon and Mc talking to each other.

Mc smiled at his seemly sleeping form, the smile they seemed to save for him only. Even if they thought he was asleep.

But Mammon wasn’t to happy, tapping Mc’s shoulder to get them to focus on him.

He placed his head back down as not to strain his neck. But he couldn’t help but listen in.

“How were you comfortable at all?” “I actually slept like a baby.” They giggled as Mammon huffed.

He heard a low mutter come from older brother as he leaned a little towards them. “Especially with Belphegor around…”

“Mammon.” “What? It’s true.” “Mammon I got over it. I’m fine with him, leave it.” He scoffed at their stern voice of denial.

“You’re way too trusting. It gonna get you killed.” “…” all of them deadpanned as they soaked in his stupid sentence.

You’re way too trusting

“Nice one Mammon.” They sneered teasingly, “HEY IM SORRY!” Mammon panicked as he tried apologizing to them.

“Heheh, Mammon. Calm down, it’s okay. I forgive you.” They kept laughing at the expense of the white haired man.

“Hmm, can’t you two keep it down..?” Feigning that he was asleep for the whole conversation.

“Oh, hi Belphegor.” Mc slapped his shoulder as he flinched. “Hey!” “Good morning Belphie.”

“Good morning Mc…” He rubbed the crust from his tired eyes. “You can go ahead Mammon, we’ll meet up with you in the living room.”

Mammon opened his mouth in protest. But a dark glare from Mc shut him up.

“*Sigh* Alright, I’m going.” He groaned getting up and held his arms behind his head.

Nodding to Mc, he left slowly. Like he was waiting for him strike.

“You can go.” His older brother just nodded and left. The only sounds for were that of footsteps and wind from the outdoor windows.

“I’ll get us some food. Lay here for a bit, take a nap while you’re at it.” They teased, causing him to groan at their statement.

“Shut up, I don’t sleep that much.” “Uh huh, whatever you say pretty boy.”

You’re way too trusting…

—•—•—•—

And it's so terrifying how you paralyze me,

Now you're showing up inside my home.

Breathing deep into the phone.

I'm so unprepared, I'm fucking scared.

—•—•—•—

“What is the formula for the radius of a circle?” He held a book up over his face. He tried reading the lines, but they faded out into each other.

He didn’t care for most of this stuff, but if it was for them.

He doesn’t mind,

“r=C/2pi”

“Prefect, alright.” He shut the book in between his hands as it lowered towards his chest.

“I think you’ll past the…*yawn*” He placed his hand infront of his face.

“Test…” He heard them chuckle, making his cheeks a little hot and pink.

“I hope so, but what I’m worried about is you sleeping during it.” “I will not…” “Okay mister sloth.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You’re a dick.”

He held his snort as they packed up their backpack yet still chuckling.

“Let’s call it a night. I gotta do some other stuff…” They tiredly got up from their cushion,

When he saw them moving to the door way. He started to get the feeling of panic.

He had no idea why he felt like this way, it was like…a gut instinct.

But he also had no recognition that he rushed to grab their wrist before they actually left.

“Um. Belphie? You need something?” “Who are you going to.” His voice was sterner than he wanted.

He didn’t want to alarm them any further.

“Just Lucifer with paperwork? Like I always do.” They smiled nervously as the tight feeling furthered in intensity.

“But…I wanna.” He couldn’t find those words he wanted to say, almost none.

The first couple of them were scattered, but the rest…just seemed to distant to tell.

So he said it with actions, pulling them closer as he moved in to meet them halfway.

“I just…” his voice faded into their hair, which they nodded but wanted to protest. “Belphie please I gotta go…”

“No you don’t.”

*Cough!*

He panicked and loosened his gripped around their ribs. “I’m sorry Mc…”

He laid his fingers on their chest as they stilled and heaved.

“B-Belphie…What was that a-about..?” They still tried to regain their breath.

He didn’t answer, just placed his head on their chest. “Stay…with me.”

Not wanting to be further hurt or anything worse, they just nodded as they started to slow their breathing.

He smiled. Finally, their heart rate is going down. No longer on the edge of a anxiety attack.

“I love you…” He didn’t mean to say it out loud for them to hear, but…it felt right for him.

“Yeah…love ya…*Sigh* too.”

—•—•—•—

Tag, You’re It-Melanie Martinez

Running through the parking lot

He chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down

Took the words right out my mouth

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it.

—•—•—•—

Time felt, weird…too say the least.

Time felt long yet short, short yet long. The minutes blur and the clock that struck each hour made no noise.

Maybe that’s what got him to act more on it. If time didn’t exist to him, then he had nothing to worry for.

Only them.

And only them.

Not his brothers.

Not Diavolo.

Not Anyone…

But just seemed that Mc couldn’t just let go of them. Keep them in the back of their mind and just think of him.

Think of him as a savior, here to keep them. Not as a pet of any sort but instead,

A possible lover, and maybe a spouse.

He drooled at the idea, even before this happened to either of them.

He loved it, Mc in beautiful attire. Awaiting him at the alter, looking lovingly at him.

And him wiping their tears before they ruined their perfect makeup, and both of them saying their vows.

Ones he can’t wait to practice for them.

And he can’t wait for that day, but for now.

He has to wait.

“Mc…Are you awake.” He shifted to face them, but only to see their back.

“Mc…” He slowly moved his hand and as gently as he could, grabbed their arm. He just wanted to shift them and to face him.

“Mc…good morning.” He smiled as their eyes started to slightly open.

“Hmm” they moaned as he pushed himself a little closer. Rubbing their back, to provide comfort for a new day.

“How did you sleep last night…?” His voice was groggy and it felt dry. He wanted water, but not until he knew Mc was doing fine.

“It was, fine. I guess.” They laid on their stomach, which cause their cheek to squish against the pillow.

A cute sight.

“I’m going to get some water, *cough* I’m really thirsty.” Rubbing the sleep away, he heard a mumble of approval.

“You want some water?” He maneuver his head to look them in their eyes.

They shrugged, to disoriented to actually think and answer.

“Okay…I’ll get it for you.” He “knew” what they were trying to say.

They been together for a while.

Haven’t they?

While setting out, he heard some ruffles and clinks behind him.

“Mc, don’t move to much.” He sighed as they groaned. Holding their head as it felt splitting.

“It’s okay Mc, lay down and I’ll get ya pain meds.”

He heard another groan which he took it as a sign and left.

They had no idea how they got in this situation. Again, time felt so weird.

Maybe it’s their intense headache that made it so difficult

Or just the same dark room they now reside in.

“What even happened…? How did I get here?” They sat on their legs, not wanting to plop back on the pillows.

“I was just doing my homework…and now.” They tried moving their left but couldn’t get far. “This…”

Sighing, they moved to the edge of the bed. The only position that didn’t hurt.

Not their head,

not their tired legs,

it was fine position.

One they found comfort in, and one to huddle themselves in.

The thought of it all was cut as the door opened somewhat loudly for them and the bruising headache.

“Oh! You’re up.” He closed the door with his foot but locked it with his free hand.

“Here…pain meds, but it’s gonna take a bit before they set.” He held their own hand out and placed two pills.

The pills they remembered, “Thanks…” they muttered before popping it down.

While they drank their cup of cold water,

they saw and noted that Belphegor was staring more than usual.

“Do…do you need something?” He twitched before he shook his head.

“It’s nothing, I just, like staring at you.” His smile felt genuine, but had that force to it.

Pushing it off, they continued in silence, Mc only takin occasional glances.

“There, doesn’t a cup of water feel nice in the morning?” He took it and placed it on the nightstand.

It sat by his cup that he barely touched.

“I thought you were thirsty?” He nodded but didn’t grab it.

“I know, but you’re more important.”

“It’s a cup of water…”

“You could still choke, I have to be prepared to help.”

Now he’s being unreasonable, “It’s just water down the wrong pipe?”

“What’s so bad about it? You get over it after a minute or two…?”

He just chuckled like they’re the madman that just stated so fucking dumb.

“But I can’t have any discomfort for you Mc. You’re very special to me…” He brushed strands of hair from their hair.

His smile was dazed, possibly in a daydream. “But you won’t remove the chain.”

“Oh no, that’s a negative.” He moved down and placed his head on their thighs. Rubbing soft circles on them, “Despite it, I need you here…it’s just, I need to see you-

Happy and comfortable. So we can live a more, happy life.”

Their face grew disgusted, “Your morals are fucked…”

“I’m a demon, what did you expect.” His grew malicious.

—•—•—•—

His sleeping face was peaceful, void of any malicious he had before.

It was a habit for him to sleep so often, even with the whole, tying someone to a bed thing. It was a product of being cursed with sloth.

*How does he expect me to ever like this?* they clicked their tongue in annoyance.

The room was still dark as a cave, so they really couldn’t go anywhere. Especially with ankle chain that pinned them to the bed.

*Especially with no free movement…*

They touch the nearest wall, just to hold the feeling of any peace they could harvest.

Maybe it was the coldness of it?

Or maybe they could stare at it and mentally leave this wretched room.?

They didn’t know, but it was better than nothing.

—•—•—•—

“Belphegor can’t you just leave me alone?”

They hid and held their head, showing annoyance and just plain distaste.

“What got you going now?”

“You’re seriously asking me that?” They glanced at the man angrily.

“First off, you just took me into your attic and tied me down to the bed. Second, you keep talking about crazy things that won’t even happen?”

“They will.”

“Tch, how are you so sure? Especially when you’re so stupid as to make the person you love hate you?”

“You don’t.” “HAH, yeah right…”

They quickly planted themselves and faced the wall. Never pointing in his direction.

“Mc, look at me.” He wanted nothing more than to be looked at. Was it so hard to do that for him?

“Fuck. Off.” They nudged his arm away.

“Mc.”

“FUCK OFF.” Their voice was hard and bitter, making him jump a little.

Not before he sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Mc, I’m not in the mood to explain everything…” “I’m not in the mood to talk with a piece of shit.”

*Sigh*

“Mc. Just…look at me real quick.” He said and petted their hair.

Recently washed and dried and smelled of lavender.

“You are so precious to me…I just, don’t want anything to happen to you. Nothing, nothing shall happen.”

“Understand that I’m doing this for you…” Their cold face faltered a little at his words.

But they still retaliated and stayed silent.

“And I know it may be hard to get accustomed to this. But we can work on thi—”

SLAP

*tick*

“Get the fuck away from me.”

His cheek stung and their hand felt red, “What made you think. That this was a good idea?”

“Are you psychotic? Are you just plain dumb?”

He slowly turned his head towards the person laying on the bed.

“You realize people are looking for me…? You stupid bitch.” Their face grew with a manic smile.

“So what is your plan mister kidnapper?”

…

….

…..

“Yeah, fucking nothing huh?”

They chuckled to themselves as their eyes glazed for as much as he could see.

“You’ve just hurt me all over again…”

“Hehe, I should’ve never trusted you. Your brothers are right.”

They curled in a ball as their breath grew shaky. “I should have never trusted you.”

He shifted his hand slowly and silently to their’s. He wanted to provide comfort, but had to do so in secret.

“I hate you…”

—•—•—•—

“Mc. Food is ready…”

“Not hungry.”

He could only see their backside. Seemly to be staring at the tiny window pointing towards the stars.

“Mc, you haven’t ate in a few days…” they heard his voice, but didn’t move an inch.

He sighed, he knew they would be difficult. That’s the whole beginning stages of it all.

Like having a baby, or maybe getting a new pet.

It all takes time, to achieve the sense of trust and love.

He wanted to put it on the bright side of things.

To make it easier for him.

“It’s something plain…Mammon made it. He misses you, so he made it in a…sort of memory since you disappeared.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah, sure…”

While they never saw it, the nosies of clanking and metal hitting.

They had an idea that he was either organizing the food or doing something else.

Not sure what, just something.

“Alright…” the bed dipped in weight as they continued their activity.

What they didn’t expect was something poking their arm.

“What..!” They frantically moved but promptly fell of the bed.

Making them hiss in discomfort of the rude fall. “The fuck?! W-what are you trying to do!”

Looking at him, eyes laid on a little shiny pin like item.

An IV.

Small, but looked clean. Thank god.

“Food.” “That’s not food…” “It is, I heard on TV before that patients usually get these for some food related thing…”

He jokingly waved his hand, “So since you’re not eating…I have to…force it in you.”

“No…you’re not putting it in my arm.”

“Mc…”

“NO!”

“Please no…don’t, I don’t like it…I don’t like any of this…at ALL!”

They stomped their foot,

“Mc, you understand why food is important…?” “Yes, but—”

“Then you understand why I’m going to do this.”

Each took step he, they moved back.

Though it wouldn’t help their racing heart when they hit the wall.

“Mc.” “No! Leave me alone! G-go away!”

They tried pushing him away, wanting to have some sort of advantage.

But what luck would have,

“Mc!”

“Leave me—”

CRACK

“Huh…?”

*drip*

“You…broke my wrist.”

*drip*

“And the IV…”

—•—•—•—

“I’m sorry…I’m trying to be gentle.” He winced as they cried.

“Why?! Why did you-*cough* Do that?!”

Their eyes grew red, their cheeks became stained, and their wrist bruised by the second.

“Why…Why?! Tell me please!”

He was finally done, after trail and error. He made a functional splint, it wouldn’t do much as professional help would.

But he did his best.

Though he had no idea how to help them,

the crying person.

One he so loves, and the one he has hurt.

Maybe it was demonic instincts that did it? Or was he making another excuse?

“Mamaaa…please. Help meee.” “Ssshhh…Mc it’s done. It’s okay.”

He did what he could best,

Send them to sleep.

“Ssshhh, I know. But It’ll go away in no time…” brushing away their fizzled hair, he rubbed their cheek gently with his thumb.

“It’s okay Mc…I’m here to help.”

“Just sleep for now, I’ll be here when you wake up. Okay?”

“Mamaa…”

“I know…”

*drip*

—•—•—•—

“Though, at first. We didn’t know how to treat him.” He ranted as to fill in the empty silence that was of Mc.

They just stared at the ceiling, disassociated from the world entirely.

“We did all we could…” he placed his head on their chest, feeling their heartbeat and warmth. The things he adores most.

“With me, the only worst part that my horns. Extremely painful. Even nowadays.” He rubbed his head.

“But it faded as time went on.”

“Uh huh…” they muttered, still listed in a daydream of their own.

One of freedom, love, and the others.

Oh, how they missed them. Their stupid antics, funny yet adorable laughs, just…they missed them.

“So if you ever turn into a demon Mc. I’ll be there to help you the best I can…” He smiled, loving the comfort their warmth provided.

All for him.

And no one else.

“Okay…” He heard their empty reply, but didn’t mind it.

They’ll come around.

They have to,

If they ever wanted to leave.

*drip*

—•—•—•—

*drip*

—•—•—•—

“Belphie!! Where have you been?! We’ve been trying to search for ya for days!”

He saw his older rush to his position on the steps. “I…”

“Shh, Belphegor. You’re covered in blood. We have to get you cleaned. Beelzebub.”

“Okay…”

“C’mon…” His dazed eyes stared at his twin’s hand. It was still the same size but seemed to be roughed.

“But…I”

“Belphegor, you’re very out of it…We’ll be here okay? Go on now.”

Satan looked at his brother before patting his back.

“Okay…”

“What happened…?” Asmodeus trilled his longer strands of his peach hair.

“The blood’s days old, along with Belphegor disappearance…Seems like he wanted to find Mc.”

Satan made a conclusion, though he knew it was not full.

He still found holes in the answer. Ones he needed to check.

“But the blood smelled like…Mc’s?” Mammon shivered while the some others turned away.

“He possibly found their corpse.” Leviathan stated but he heard the fourth disagree.

“There’s no trail leading outside, and why would he climb through the attic’s window…?”

He pointed up, signaling the window that was impossibly high up.

“There’s something fishy…And I don’t like where’s its going…”

Without any other words, he followed the steps following into the attic.

“Be careful Satan!”

“I will.”

—•—•—•—

*Creak*

The metal door opened slowly, showing the way into the dark room.

The only light was that of the moon. Illuminating the pillows on the bed.

He noted the droplets of blood on them, along with the sheets.

*squish*

He shuddered at the horrible sound and feeling of a liquid socking into his shoe.

“More blood…”

His stomach turned and twisted as he took his slow steps.

Trying to maintain his breathing and harsh heartbeat.

“The smell…” he held his nose as the blood became coagulated in the late night.

But the trail of it didn’t help, it made all the worst.

It pointed to the closest, dived with blood.

“I-I…”

“SATAN?! You okay?!” He flinched but took his composure back.

“I’m still looking!”

His breathing came back rigid, and his head became dizzy.

“I…I can’t believe this…” he grabbed the handle.

Slowly, but surely.

It started to open, the smell that was trapped inside was finally aired throughout the room.

And hit him in the face, he resisted the urge to barf.

He pulled on the last part, and held his breath.

Before actually looking at the main being that caused this room to bleed.

Their blood, infected the woods.

Their mucus follow and laid almost yellowed.

The bugs that seemly crawled through to get here ate at it.

Enjoying the meal they were given.

The arm of the victim laid near their feet.

Along with their seemed to be vocal cords.

Their skin, paled and broken.

Sat in the corner, wasting away and providing nature with their corpse.

Along with it, their eyes stared to nowhere.

Only showing the terror they had succumbed to in their last moments.

It was all broken, ruined, and made the flood gates break and rush.

*PLEGH*

*COUGH*

….

………

…………..

End~

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Ooo okay what would your ideal p5 cartomancy be?

hmmm do you mean what I would assign everyone, arcana-wise?

Lemme think.

Yusuke: His story seems to be a complete wrap at this point so I think I feel comfortable saying he should be The Wheel/Fortune. His life is a series of twists of fate, even more than everyone else. The beloved son of a single mother who is basically murdered. An orphan taken in by an artistic master. A master who winds up being a leech who ruins the lives of other artists. The freedom from the atelier at the expense of his loss of support. The artistic slump, then the false offer of help to the true offer of help. For Yusuke, that wheel keeps fucking spinning and it's a miracle he's able to hang on at all.

Also, I think the running joke of him being broke all the time would be funny with Fortune, honestly. He has the semi-charmed kind of life you'd want for a Fortune arcana. The way he wanders into opportunity (the yakuza guy in Shido's Palace for instance) is very apt.

Sojiro: I really don't like Hierophant for him, though I was able to make it work for me personally by positioning Wakaba Isshiki's memory as the thing he is dedicated to.

I think the easy choice is to envision him as the Emperor, ruling over his corner of Yongen and the cafe as his kingdom, and the principle conflict being a threat to his kingdom that is in turn handled by his retainers. That fits well honestly. He'd make a good King of Cups for the same reason, for the easy symbolism of coffee cups and the fact his power is over understanding emotional truths.

Makoto: I'm kind of flirting with the idea of Makoto as the Hierophant, actually. I feel like out of all the Thieves, she is the most interested in changing the broken aspects of society from the inside, and is often the one to suggest using connections rather than force to get things done. Her power comes from her understanding of the police force and investigations, and her 'god' in this case seems to be the memory of her father. I'm not doing her SLink but I know it ends with her deciding to be a cop. That attitude, of knowing a structure of society is corrupt but wanting to fix it rather than discard it, that's Extremely Hierophant.

Joker: The Hanged Man.

This is partially me being a slut for the Hanged Man. I literally have a bronze pendant of the Hanged Man card that I wear often. It's my favorite of the Majors by far.

But also I do think Joker fits for it. The Hanged Man is, at its core, about taking a tremendous risk for the opportunity of tremendous reward. The Hanged Man is not strung from the neck, it's more gymnastic than that. They are suspended from a single foot, their other crooked to form a 4, the number of death, and thus transformation. By inverting themselves, they are literally inverting their view of the universe in the hopes of reaching some kind of epiphany, some insight that will radically change them.

But as the allusions to death indicate, it's a risky move. They may discover new vision and insight. Or their view of the world may be fundamentally broken, shattered. It's a card about a calculated risk with transformation to see who you are on the other side, a genius or a madman or a dead man.

I feel by now that Joker fits Hanged Man very well. He has always made the choice to put himself on the line to discover the truth. His entire stunt with averting Akechi's murder feels like a perfect performance of the Hanged Man, and the stakes were so high, they suit the high stake nature of the card.

#not persona liveblog #cartomancy

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just throwing together some misc alan wake 2 thoughts now that ive slept and had coffee after finishing the game. mostly talking end game, obviously spoilers

alice. alice intrigues me so much. that final stinger is incredible, for multiple reasons. that reveal following the series of photos of her seemingly killing herself is just.. yeah. i think that was not only her way of trying to getting back to alan, who she knew was trapped in the dark place at the bottom of the lake, but it was also to throw scratch off, to think that he won by tormenting her to her death. theres no light flickers in the background of that final video. she is free of scratch, but still clearly safe. maybe back in the dark place, but tbh im not sure if she ever actually escaped it in the first place. shes going to leave the place with alan. she has to, because they are each others rocks. they sink or swim together (it would also explain why she was able to contact saga while she was in the dark place)

speaking of saga, her mind place version of the dark place was just *chefs kiss*. it was an incredible, worked really well to demonstrate not only the power the dark place has on people, but also what kind of a character she really is. strong and independent, but so good to those around her. i really wish we got deeper into her friend and partnership with casey tbh, after hearing about his divorce (which, btw, loved the extremely casual drop about him and estevez just "bonding over their ex wives". amazing job remedy) and especially seeing the birthday photo in the mind place just. my heart. i really wish we got more casey in general, but i guess him being included in the story beats and echo visions as a hardboiled detective just needs to be enough. for now i say knowing full well im gonna dive super deep into fanfics when my brain fog lifts a little ough

my one big question was door. and maybe tim to that extent, considering the last page we read and we never fully got an explanation about doors involvement (im hoping ng+ explains this further?) but it refers to tim as his "unwilling disciple" - obviously tim was moved to the dark place against his will, but at the same time, why exactly and what is he doing? hes been trying to get out, to figure it out, he has a whole whiteboard of theories and yet. it all leads to door. and idk maybe i missed it somehow, but i never fully made that connection as to why and what doors game here is. which leaves me with questions for the next game/sequel/dlc. intriguing, but throwing that in last minute just felt kinda. idk remedy dont do this to me lmao

one thing im admittedly a bit disappointed about was them choosing to sacrifice alan for the ending. i mean i get it, at the point where we think alice is dead and saga makes it very clear that neither casey nor logan can be hurt and that they are both the heroes of the story, theres not much options left. like alan said, the horror story needs a victim. but also idk, i wish we could. have had a choice? multiple endings?? which i guess ng+ teased but we'll see. also it being left unanswered whether we were free from the darkness now or not, which i understand was intentional but idk im still a bit miffed about that one lol. logan not answering the phone. however saga did have a wedding ring on her finger (i did not observe this detail before so idk if it was just always there but it felt very significant in this scene as they didnt show her being lefthanded before so) which makes me think everything did get fixed, considering how badly david hated her during points in the story, so why would she still wear her wedding ring after all those years after what happened if this wasnt the good reality again. just saying

ALSO IM JUST SO GLAD CASEY IS ALIVE. STUPID BASTARD MAN I LOVE HIM SO

"its not a loop, its a spiral" has interesting implications, but i miss "its not a lake, its an ocean" tbh. i feel like that ending revelation held more power to it than this one, it just feels like a rehash for the sake of copying the original. like i get what they mean about this one (its not a constant changing loop, its a developing story moving forward that keeps expanding as it goes even tho it feels like its going in circles), but just as a saying it doesnt stand up to the original. thats all

the way, even if they are sharing a skin, alan and scratch are two different characters (im excluding zane from this equation for reasons as i dont think he was real [im fairly convinced it was scratch playing games with alan just pretending to be zane], but i wanna give special props to ilkka villi for his portrayal. immaculate job) and are written that way. the way they talk, the lines they have, there is a significant difference when you pay attention to it - i think its partially alans way of trying to dodge the blame and put it all on scratch, whereas scratch doesnt do that for himself, hes just trying to play into the emotional manipulation angle with the constant rush instead to get what he wants and to get people on his side and to trust him. which is a really good take, considering that hes using all common scammer tactics to try to fool people into giving him what he wants (also just god the transformation scene when this is revealed? permanently tattooed in my brain that was so goddamn good)

its also a very interesting take that the cult is actually the good guys. i also just love ilmos explanation for it; "what kind of a cult calls themselves a cult" like. yeah. yeah man you got a point there. but that being just a cover and a scare tactic to keep people safe? love that shit that was good (kinda high key mad we didnt get more of them after that. only that one last sad tv commercial, would have loved to give them a good ending too)

also the parallel of alan waking up from getting shot to the head vs earlier zane doing to same thing at the second meeting in the hotel. i havent stopped thinking about it tbh

just. a few thoughts. all in all idk i felt like the ending was missing something tbh. maybe i just missed something, but it feels like it was more of a setup for something in the future with everything than an ending to a full game and a sequel 13 years after the original. i have too many questions left, more than i entered into this mess with. that being said, absolutely loved the game itself, the story is insane and incredible, this has once again rewired the way my brain thinks about stories (plot board my beloved......), theres so much underneath the surface of a survival horror game that cant be explained, it needs to be experienced. there are sequences here that im unable to convey in words and feelings, you need to see them for yourself ("we sing" and the movie theater. iykyk)

just in general that cliffhanger like. why you do me like this remedy. why. i cant wait for 13 years for another sequel. goddamn

the ending tho, im. i dont know. in the first game we knew things were still kinda wrong, but it showed that everyone outside of alan seemingly got out of the things unscathed for the most part (i mean we lost nightingale, rose went kinda loopy, there were signs that not everything and everyone was right but for the most part the town and people in it were safe), but here we dont see any of it. the happy deerfest is nothing but scratch's illusion. so idk if im meant to believe that shooting alan was the fix and everything went back to normal, like normal normal before this man was pulled into the lake, or since he was still seemingly alive after that, are we still living in the happy deerfest illusion forever while the darkness spreads to the land outside of it? i have so many questions and this ending didnt answer a lot of them tbh lmao

theres so much here i cant fit here my brains still very rattled from all of this and i keep getting more questions the longer i think about it so im gonna leave it here. i'll probably see you later with more when ng+ and/or dlc releases, as hopefully those will explain more

10/10, absolutely my game of the year ngl

..one thing to leave you with. fuck the boss fights in this game lmao

#alan wake #alan wake 2 #aw2 spoilers #that is all for now. just. video games man #i have a lot of feelings and idk where to put them or how much sense this makes but here you go #i got more idk feel free to ask something if youre curious i guess lol #night is an absolute mess on main

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Caribou thoughts

I stopped in front of a bagel shop today on my way in to work, when I looked over into it's windows I noticed a sign that covered most of the wall advertising Caribou Coffee. I feel like it's been years since I've noticed a caribou coffee sign, even though I obviously drive past this one every work day. But seeing that logo immediately shoots me back to my first trip to Minnesota. I still can't believe I came up with the courage to go, or that I was able to make the trip. It all seems so unlikely and yet it was such a pivotal time in my life. That first trip to Minnesota, my first Christmas away from family, meeting (in person) my first girlfriend, her family, her friends and all that comes along with that. Everyone was so welcoming to me, even though I could not have been a welcome sight to any of them. I just think about how her family was so kind to me and had to be absolutely horrified by me. Not only because I was there and despite us not being 'Out' to them, I was absolutely gay from 100 yards away. But also because her parents and sister were extremely well educated professionals, her sister was engaged to a handsome professional. Sarah was college bound and then there I was. In cutoffs and a cowboy hat with no vision of my future, taking credits working at a nursery instead of classes and loading semi trucks to save enough to move out of my abusive household as soon as I graduated. I simply can't imagine them not having whispered conversations about how bad this was and that I'd drag Sarah down, especially as she started looking into colleges in Florida to be closer to me. No matter how they felt, they treated me kindly and didn't let on and I will be forever grateful for that kindness. I have many things in this relationship to feel guilty about, I was selfish much of the time and didn't know how to communicate my feelings. But I know now, I was simply a leading line, a vehicle to bring her to Florida and put her in the right place at the right time to find her way to her true person.

There are a few things that make me think about Sarah these days, some things will just always be linked together. Whenever I see a New College license plate, Friendly's diner, October 23rd, hearing 'from the windows to the walls' and Caribou coffee.

I can't even imagine it now, but walking into that coffee shop that December, stomping off snow and throwing our jackets over a chair as I looked up at the board with absolutely 0 idea of what I was looking at. I couldn't even confidentially say I had eaten a bagel before. The only coffee I'd ever had was one I made at home or a Cafe con Leche. Other than knowing it was coffee and milk I didn't know how to translate that into what I was looking at on the board. What on earth was a latte? Which all seems hilarious now but I had never gone into a coffee shop before, warm drinks just were not a thing needed in Florida. There were no Starbucks, that I was aware of, in my area and coffee wasn't a casual drink for me. It was fuel to get up and to work with open eyes and enough energy to sling 6' potted plants into a semi truck at a good rate.

I'm not even sure what I ordered but everything about each one of those trips I took with Sarah were a fascinating wave of exposure to things I had no understanding of. Each meal was someplace I'd never gone before, trying food I had never tried, meeting people I may never have approached and learning about things they were passionate about and feeling a tug of warmth about it. I learned about astrology and past lives, mixing music, raves, drag shows, clavicles and Dante's inferno. I saw my first professional theater production, I saw what a respectful relationship between two divorced people could look like, I saw love and for a moment was enveloped in how that could feel. I was never destined to be part of that family but while I was there, I wasn't meant to feel like a visitor and that is something I always feel when I see Caribou Coffee.

#the past

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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linearao3 · 2 years

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I have a lot of writing to do so I’m just going to post a take and leave.

Something which is (darkly) funny to me is when Inej is reflecting on Kaz’s visits to the Menagerie and she’s like “all the other girls said they thought he was creepy but I know they wanted to take him to their rooms!”

I realize that there is a fair-to-moderate chance that this is just Bardugo casually/accidentally engaging in some bad attitudes about sex workers and “not like the other girls”-ing early in her career — our heroine is pure and traumatized by working in a brothel, but all the other girls are just having sleepover gossip hour ‘cause they’re prostitutes and they’re all about sex.

But it is much, much more interesting if it’s actually Inej, who clearly does experience deep shame as well as trauma around what happened to her there, is actually projecting onto the other girls a desire she can’t admit.

Like, they are all victims of rape and abuse there! There is zero reason to believe anyone signed on with this notoriously brutal madam for kicks and sex-positive good times. They are all probably equally traumatized around heterosexual sex. But if Inej has negative ideas about women who engage in prostitution, it’s quite likely that she’s struggling with holding onto her vision of herself as a moral person, and it may be easier to psychologically reconcile that conflict if she draws a line between herself (good girl!) and them (whores!).

But like, it is obviously, blatantly true that Inej thinks Kaz Brekker is hot. Sure, this crush is plainly encouraged by the bit where he gets her out of this horrifying situation where she feels completely powerless, but also… she does just also think he’s hot.

So which seems more likely? That a bunch of trafficked girls who are beaten and starved into engaging in involuntary sex work are one and all secretly horny for the buttoned-up murderboy while merely claiming to find him creepy, while Inej alone remains silent and agnostic on the topic? Or that they do, in fact, find this shark-eyed weirdo with all the scars kind of creepy, while Inej, unable for frankly extremely understandable reasons to admit to herself that she may in fact on this occasion be experiencing actual sexual attraction, privately decides they must all be lying, because look at him, he’s got coffee-colored eyes?

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semisgroupie · 3 years

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(Step)Daddy Dearest

Stepdad!Geto x Fem. Reader

Word count: 2.2k words (literally 2 words away from 2.3k)

Warnings: pseudo-incest, stepcest, daddy kink, belly bulge (big dick Geto), unprotected sex, creampie, cheating, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), Geto calls reader “pretty girl”, if I’m missing anything let me know!!

A/N: this is my piece for the everything-cest collab! A huge huge thank you to @dilfhub for letting me participate and for being awesome. Another huge huge thank you to @anime-nymph @yamigooops and @meiansmistress for beta-reading I give you all many many smooches!

You shouldn’t be like this. You shouldn’t stare him down the way that you are. He’s your mother's husband—your stepdad—for god‘s sake!

Geto Suguru. The man your mother married two years ago while you were in school. You thought he was a nice guy. He was always extremely polite, giving you kind smiles whenever you argued with your mother, hanging out with you (whenever he could), and joining you when you had the occasional midnight snack. You only really visited him and your mother when you had vacations from school and he made a great impression on you.

Well, maybe too good of an impression.

You also found him extremely attractive. Your gaze would linger on his body whenever you woke up to him shirtless, making coffee for you and your mother. Suguru was definitely the type of guy you would’ve hooked up with back at school.

Now you were staying with them while your new apartment was being renovated. You had only been there for a few weeks and you felt your attraction to him grow. He and your mother were going through a rough patch, arguments every day, him sleeping on the couch every night, your mother leaving for days on end and only returning to argue with him some more. One night you heard one of the arguments and the topic of the argument shocked you.

They were arguing because of you.

Your mother noticed the lingering glances you gave Suguru. How you would blush whenever his touch on your shoulder or arm lasted a bit longer than normal. How you two had little inside jokes that made your mother feel left out. She accused him of wanting to be with you instead, of wanting to fuck you. She even wanted to kick you out, but thanks to Suguru, she didn’t. So she left. When would she return? You didn’t know—all you knew was you had to apologize and find a new place to live for the time being. The next morning you were on the couch making phone calls to some relatives and friends, so focused on finding a new place to live that you didn’t notice Suguru behind you, listening to every conversation you had and every message you left.

“Hey pretty girl, what’s going on?”

You dropped your phone and jumped to look at him. “W-what?”

He chuckled at your reaction, noticing how your tits bounced under your pajama shirt. “I don’t want to sound like I’ve been eavesdropping but I overheard your conversation… did you hear what happened last night?”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just nodded. Suguru sighed and sat down next to you on the couch.

“You shouldn’t leave because of that fight. Your mother and I have been fighting a lot recently and—fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair, still a bit messy from sleep. “When I say this, I don’t want to cause a rift between you and your mom or make things awkward. I respect you as an adult and I feel it’s best that I tell you this, okay?” He waited for your nod of understanding before he continued.

“All our fights recently have been about you. She’s jealous of you. She sees the way I look at you and how I talk about you a lot and just other things. She thinks you’re going to steal me away from her, but I know you’re not like that.”

Your whole world froze and your heart sank to your stomach. Steal Suguru from your mother? Yes, you found him attractive but you would never do that to your mother, or so you thought. “Thank you for telling me.” You looked down at your hands and tears clouded your vision and started running down your face. You started wiping your tears away frantically, not wanting Suguru to see you cry.

“Hey, come here. I’m sorry, I just needed to tell you.” He pulled you into his arms and let you cry it out, rubbing your back to try and soothe you. Once you let it all out you pulled away from him, wiping your face.

“Thank you Suguru.” You looked up at him, finally meeting his gaze again. You couldn’t put your finger on it but there was a hidden emotion behind those dark eyes. He raised his hands and cupped your face, wiping away any tears that were left on your cheeks.

“You’re a beautiful girl Y/N, it pains me to see you cry. Please let me take your pain away.”

Suguru leaned in and placed his lips against yours gingerly in a kiss that you reciprocated without a thought. After a few seconds you pulled away, wide-eyed at what just happened.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m going to my room!” You got up and ran to your bedroom, shutting the door and sitting on your bed trying to process what happened. You lifted your fingers to your lips replaying the events that had just occurred in your mind.

“Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen! Fuck fuck fuck!” You threw your head into your pillows. You just kissed your stepfather. You did the very thing that your mom was worried about. The things that your mother would do to you if she found out, she would hate you, never want to speak to you again. You would be dead to her. “I’m a horrible daughter, the absolute worst!” Yes, there was a rocky relationship between the two of you but you committed the worst form of betrayal.

After a few minutes you heard your door open, you lifted your head from the pillows to see Suguru there.

“I wanted to come and apologize for what happened but I’m not sorry about it. I know you’re my stepdaughter but I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He sat down on the edge of your bed, putting his hand on your leg. “I wish I met you first.”

You turned to face him with wide eyes, shocked at his confession. “What?”

He gave you a soft smile and chuckled to himself. “I know it sounds crazy but I wish I met you first. You have been the only person on my mind these past few months. I get along better with you. You’re so funny and smart. You are drop dead gorgeous. How could I not fall for you? I know you must have met some guy back when you were at school but I just wanted to let you know how I feel.”

Before you could think everything through, your body moved for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. This time it was rougher and needier than the last, any gentleness thrown out the window.

Suguru’s hands moved up and down your body, flicking at your nipples through your thin pajama shirt. You pulled away from the kiss breathing heavily. He looked at you with a conflicted gaze, he wanted to continue but you were just crying, he didn’t want you to think that he was taking advantage of your fragile state.

“I should go, Y/N, you’re upset and—“

“—you said you’ll take my pain away right? Take it away please.”

Suguru captured your lips once again while pushing you back on the bed. His lips trailed along your jaw to your neck, and he pulled your shirt off you to get to your bare breasts.

“Fuck, these tits are perfect. Beautiful, just like you.” His praise made your heart flutter. He looked up at you as he encased one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning at the taste of your skin. His sucking grew rougher as he used his other hand to knead at your other breast. He switched breasts, giving the same treatment to both before moving down in between your legs. Once he reached the waistband of your pajama bottoms, he looked up at you.

“If you want to stop here, I’m okay with it. Do you want me to continue?”

You nodded but he just kept toying with the waistband.

“I want you, I want this.”

He sat up on his knees and pulled them off along with your underwear, situating himself once again between your thighs so he was eye level with your cunt. He groaned at the sight. “Fuck pretty girl, is there any part of you that isn’t beautiful?”

Before you could reply he licked a strip along your slit, using his tongue to split your lips apart and collect all your juices. Once he got a taste, he was hooked, pulling your hips closer to his face which he buried in your cunt.

He wrapped his lips around your clit and inserted two of his fingers inside of you, groaning at the tight squeeze. “S-Suguru—fuck—don’t stop.” You entangled your fingers in his dark locks, pushing his head even closer to your cunt. He thrusted his fingers faster, grinding his hips against the sheets to relieve himself a bit.

Your grip in his hair tightened as you teetered closer to the edge. “Gonna cum! Suguru!”

He lifted his head slightly, still thrusting his fingers at a quick pace. “Cum for me pretty girl, come on pretty girl. Cum.”

He lowered his head and flicked your clit a few more times before you came undone, your body quivering and shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. He kept fingering you and sucking your sensitive clit, causing your tight grip in his hair pulling him towards your cunt to turn into a push away from you.

“‘S too much, please.” He gave your clit one last suck before lifting his head.

“Sorry pretty girl, you just taste so good, I could stay between your thighs forever.” He leaned forward to kiss you again, making you taste yourself while your hands wandered to the waistband of his pants. He pulled away and helped you pull them down along with his boxers. His hard cock sprang up to attention immediately, making your mouth water. He kissed you once more and chuckled as he sat in between your legs. “As much as I’d love your mouth around my cock, there will always be another time, pretty girl. Now let me love you, yeah?”

He lined his cock up with your entrance, sliding it in slowly, inch by inch. He stared at your face for any signs of discomfort. “Oh pretty girl you’re so tight for me, I love it.”

You were by no means a virgin but it had been a while since you last had sex, making it harder for Suguru to enter you any faster. While most guys would’ve been impatient, Suguru loved how tight you were. It meant he could spend more time showering you with affection and praise, finally allowing him to do something he had wanted to do for a long time. Once he bottomed out, he leaned down and caged you between his arms so he could kiss you again.

Once he felt that you had relaxed around him, he started thrusting gently to make sure you were properly adjusted for his cock. After a few shallow thrusts and pecks to your lips, he sat back on his calves, pulling your hips closer to his and lifting your legs on his shoulders, hitting deeper than before.

“S-Suguru, so deep!”

He looked down, seeing a small bulge in your tummy forming every time he thrusted inside you, and he pressed his hand on it, making you whine.

“Shh, shh, I know, pretty girl. There’s a little bulge in your tummy, give me your hand.” You gave him your hand and he placed it on top of the bulge. He thrusted a couple of times so you could feel it disappearing and reappearing.

“Oh daddy! Daddy, I feel it!” He grunted at the new name. Normally he despised being called daddy since it made him feel old, but hearing it fall so beautifully from your lips made him want to hear it more.

“Say it again, and don’t stop saying it, pretty girl. You’re daddy’s pretty girl now. All. Fucking. Mine.” Each of his rough thrusts at the end of his words made your eyes roll back. His cock was kissing your cervix at this point and you were beyond fucked out, only muttering “‘m daddy’s” over and over again. Suguru was nearing his orgasm and he knew you were too by the way you were clenching around his cock.

“Cum for me, pretty girl, cum for daddy. Cum on daddy’s cock like the good girl you are, come on.” He brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it quickly until you came around his cock. “Daddy! Cumming, ‘m cumming!”

He came inside you soon after, ropes of white filling your cunt. Suguru combed stray hairs out of his face before leaning down to kiss you once again. “You’re mine now and I’m yours. I love you, pretty girl.”

While you were happy, there was only one thing running through your mind.

“I love you too but what about my mom?”

“She’s probably preparing divorce papers soon anyways, and if not then I’ll just beat her to the punch. Did y’know this was actually the first time I’ve had sex without a condom in years? Always worried about getting the wrong girl pregnant, but with you… I know you’re the right one.” He put his hand over your tummy and smiled. “You’re the only one I’d want to have a child with.”

He laid beside you and wrapped his arms around you. You felt like you were the only two people in the world, any cares or concerns were gone. The only person that mattered to you was Suguru.

#hqcest #geto smut #geto suguru smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk geto smut #tw stepcest #tw pseudo incest #tw belly bulge #tw cheating #[ 🎞 ] — anihaven

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leonicscorpio · 3 years

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Batboy Headcanons because I made this for me but you all can enjoy this too if want. (May contain mild NSFW)

Dick:

Has a weird relationship with unwanted gaze and the attention he receives because of his physique. He genuinely likes the attention but he draws the line when people start getting touchy. Just because he's shirtless working out doesn't mean he gave you consent to touch him.

Has good dieting skills but he's in his mid-late 20's and his metabolism has 0 signs of slowing down. He once ate a whole xl bag of M&M's in front of Steph and Babs and both said they wanted to murder him because he won't gain a pound.

Dick has ADHD and I'm sorry if you don't think otherwise. He has hyperactive type ADHD and while he's gotten better at controlling his symptoms he still stims stretching and flexing his arms and shaking his arms.

While not so much in Gotham, Dick is very politically active and volunteers at voter registration and working with organizations with the mission of police demilitarization in Blüdhaven.

Dick is a very sexually driven individual. However, I don't think it's entirely healthy. His ADHD also comes into play with this but Dick just needs to have a release at least twice a day or he'll feel physically sick.

I don't know if you all have seen male gymnasts. But Dick, like the rest of them, has FREAKSISHLY large biceps. Everyone talks about Dick has the best ass in the bat family and while Jason may be larger and stronger, Dick has the best physique.

Dick's apartment is littered with sticky notes in places such as the fridge/in front of his computer. If it's not written down and in a place where he can't ignore it, it's not going to get done.

I'm sorry I know everyone says his birthday is in March but I have to go to the older Nightwing comics and say his Birthday is December 1st. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn't give off Sagittarius energy. You can't. I respect you but you can't look at that and tell me that man isn't a Sagittarius or has super heavy Sag in his birth chart.

Dick's at home doing nothing but chilling? You best believe he's gonna be shirts off, tits out, and rocking some blue flannel PJ's.

Dick is currently the only member of the family asides from Barbara who is regularly attending therapy. And he actively encourages each of his brothers and sisters to go every time.

After his Agent 37 days. He sits down with Jason and talks about having to use a gun and how hard it was. And how having to kill people has affected him. When he had to kill the KGBeast (Agent 37 days he snapped his neck) I headcanon Dick just trauma v*mit*d. Jason hugged him and just consoled him.

It's canon that Dick has anger issues but to me, it's not explored or talked about enough and not a lot of people like to talk about it. Dick is very much the 'if I ignore it it'll go away' type when it comes to his anger and he can brush most insults or harassment off fine enough. But when he breaks, he makes Jason look like a saint. I'm talking slamming you into a wall and screaming in your face angry. He'll be profusely apologetic afterward but still.

Despite popular belief, I don't think he's that bad of a cook. He's just not very experimentative. He can follow a recipe and does look at some guides. But to me, Dick Grayson just is that guy who is like Chicken veggies and rice are a meal that I can cook 4-6 times a week.

Dick has a slight fear of dentists. He doesn't have bad teeth and has good dental health. He just doesn't like the idea of a drill going in his mouth and the few times Bruce has to take him to a dentist he had a panic attack every time.

Everyone lives for the fics where Jason beats the shit out of Tim and everyone is just like lol well Bruce and Dick just forgives him. No. When Dick found out it was Jason who beat Tim to the ground, Dick was literally seething and told Jason "Pick on someone your own size or else I'll make you wish you back in that f'ing coffin."

Dick's favorite foods (some based in Canon*): Milk Chocolate*, Cereal*, Asparagus, Bananas, Banana flavored candy, Hawaiian Pizza* (suffer its canon) Rum, thanksgiving Turkey.

Jason:

He may be the self-diagnosed black sheep (rightfully so) of the family, but Jason does genuinely love spending time with his siblings. Whether it be sharing memes with them on social media or just randomly showing up where they are and abducting them to go get ice cream/coffee/snacks.

He'd probably attempt to harm you if you told him this to his face. But he is the closest acting to Bruce out of all of the family. In terms of mannerisms and inherent warmth and kindness behind a dark façade.

Has two moods: either exceptionally, almost neat-freak levels of clean, or his life is completely falling apart and Jason can't tell you for sure what color his floors are because there's so much stuff scattered about.

Despite their initial hatred of each other, Jason truly feels closest to Tim and Tim is the only person asides from maybe Barbra who he can just talk to without feeling any judgment.

Jason only smokes when he's extremely nervous about an operation or a hit. For those who don't know criminal justice cigarettes are the fastest way to get genetic material on someone. That being said he does still like to smoke occasionally.

Me, plus a lot of people give him this sort of 'Lazarus Rage' as I like to call it. When he's in the heat of a mission or if he's getting upset/angry his vision will get blurred with green, and it feeds on his anger and just gets perpetually harder to contain until he releases it. Jason has gotten much better at controlling it. But as he will tell Tim or Babs, he's "seeing green" which means they need to be careful because Jason could kill.

Everyone says Dick is the mother hen. I see you, I accept you, but let me raise you. Jason came to realize that he died because of his rash decision to go after The Joker alone. If Jason finds any of his siblings out acting alone, or even at the very least without Oracle. Jason WILL forcefully interject himself and ask them what the fuck they think their doing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Trying to get close to Jason is hard. He will degrade you can attempt to try to get you to hate him before he lets you in (that cheeky Tsun of him)

He genuinely cares for and supports all of his siblings but has been rough on them needlessly. But if Bruce is being the distant or absent parent he is, you better believe if any of the siblings drops him a text or a call, Jason will be there in a heartbeat.

He's the most physically powerful of the whole Bat Family. You don't understand because of his time in the League, his time with the All-Caste, and having abused Venom for a time, he can snap an arm bone like it's a carrot with little effort.

Everyone in the family likes dogs and goes out of their way to gush over a dog, but Jason takes it to a whole new level. And even when he's masked up dogs just gravitate to Jason.

Can and has grown a beard in a matter of a few days. He usually likes to be clean shaven but some days he likes to wear a beard just to throw everyone off.

One time him, Steph, Tim, and Duke all went to a restaurant (Red Robin lol) and the waitress got his order wrong and his burger had raw tomatoes on it, Jason took the tomatoes off and ate it while looking absolutely miserable. Tim: Jay why did you eat that you didn't have to you know you could have asked the server to fix your burger. Jason, almost in tears: "She works really hard and she tried and I'm a scary dude I don't want to make her upset.." Duke: "... Jason you literally shot at a cop for looking at you funny the other day. But you're afraid of upsetting a waitress?!? I mean ACAB but dude.. "

Jason's happiest big brother moment™ was taking Tim and Damian to the shooting range and watching them both get their first bullseye.

You can't tell me Jason Todd was into the Emo/Screamo/Warped-Tour Scene. His favorite bands/Albums in no particular order, That's the Spirit (Literally the whole album is Jason Themed and I'm gonna die on this hill) & Sempiternal by Bring me the Horizon, Digital Renegade & Everyone's Safe in the Treehouse by I See Stars, The Resistance: Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire,

Jason Todd's favorite foods: (Also some based in Canon*) Burgers, Chili Dogs*, Lager-style beers, Freshly baked bread*, Neopolitan ice cream, grilled corn, and Chinese Chicken noodle soup with Duck.

Tim:

This boy *slaps car roof* gives off so much asexual energy. I know New 52 exists but I just feel like Tim is the person who really, REALLY has to trust you and like you before he's sexually active with you.

HYPERFIXATES. You also can't tell me Tim isn't on the spectrum/or has ADHD.

Is the only member of the family who regularly checks up on Jason and talks to him every day via text message. The two are memelords together and love to play pranks on the other members.

While Dick may give the most frequent hugs and Jason gives the tightest, most secure hugs, Tim's hugs are always the warmest and make you just feel good.

Tim's birthday is July 19th. Meaning he's a Cancer. Let that sink in.. no, really let that information just soak. (Note I have nothing against Cancer women, cancer men however....)

All of the bat boys really struggle with talking about their feelings. Dick will manipulate you into changing the subject via twisting it to be about you, Jason will just cut you off or will ignore you, Damian will deflect everything and harass you until you stop, Tim however, Tim is very emotional and while he's very calculated about who he's emotional with, he's not afraid to break down and cry if he trusts you.

Everyone who says he's the level headed Robin haha how's it feel to be WRONG. Tim is at best the least functional college student and at worst a lemming. 'No Tim, coffee isn't a meal I'm going to make you some food or I'm going to stick you in a room with Damian for an hour.' Richard (Dick) John Grayson.

People overblow how addicted to caffeine Tim is. But it's true. Just overblown. You can talk to him before he's had his caffeine just don't expect him to be anything but curt and blunt.

Everyone says Jason would be the worst at texting but it's Tim. He's the master of leaving you on read. While Jason may do it on purpose, Tim is just really bad at texting people and while he always will read your messages he forgets to respond unless it's really funny or really pressing.

Everyone sees Tim as this bean pole super skinny boy Robin. Tim may not be stacked like Dick or a freaking tank like Jason, but Tim is NOT super skinny. He's just as muscular and likes to work out as anyone, but he just is super lean, so he looks a lot bigger and his muscles are more defined because of how thin his skin is. He has those almost disgusting spider veins on his arm. Kind of gross to look at, but he's the dream of any nurse. This means Tim is also the king of accidentally sending/posting thirst traps.

He really is the glue of the Bat Family. Everyone kidnaps Tim for 'Tim Time'.

Dick likes to spar with and in general just hang out with Tim. Tim tried to teach Dick how to skateboard and you'd think the boy who mastered the trapeze would know how to skateboard but you'd be wrong.

Babs and Tim always hang out and talk about computer stuff and Babs knows she can vent to Tim about anything and he won't say a word.

Tim and Steph were a thing for a while and even though they're just friends now, they still are very close and the two have a very deep bond, liking to shop with each other and watch movies,

Cass just loves to be around Tim because of how calming he is but also she knows she can spar with him AND Cass can also skateboard with Tim too.

Even though him and Damian are always fighting, the two still end up being together and have this unspoken bond. They work great together on a team but other than that they still hate each other.

And while everyone still is hesitant around Jason, and despite the fact that Jason literally beat Tim to within an inch of his life, AND would still trigger Tim and taunt him about it. The two have this odd closeness that rivals even him and Steph. Tim will always be the first to bat for Jason. Jason was Tim's Robin. And despite the fact Jason literally beat it into Tim's head to "never meet your heroes." Tim will always be there for Jason should he ask. The two are just close. And it's hard to describe. Bruce has caught Tim and Jason just platonically sleeping next to each other or just doing their own things shoulder to shoulder silently, just enjoying each other's company.

Tim and Duke also have a really positive relationship with one another and the two can stay up all night just talking about anything. Their minds just mesh well together. The two also love to team up and prank the other members of the Batman Family.

Tim's favorite ASMR/Stim? Watching those Tik Toks of people cleaning computers or cleaning phones. The sound of an air duster is like music to his ears and if any of the Bats need their technology cleaned it secretly makes Tim so happy to help them.

Wear his hair up or wear his hair down? It depends! While Tim likes his long hair he also has gotten plenty of compliments for his short hair and likes to style it to suit any occasion.

My one pet-peeve with Tim is that he probably is that person who lets his privilege show from time to time. While he was essentially raised to just sit down, shut up, and be a perfect trophy son to the Drake's. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce and Tim definitely was a rich kid. He never means to come across as spoiled, but sometimes Jason will give him harsh looks if Tim just throws away food he doesn't like or says things like Chipotle is 'poor people food'

Tim Drake's favorite foods (you know by now*) Donuts*, Shallot and Artichoke Pizza with Canadian Bacon* (odd choice but it could work) Artichokes in general are his favorite vegetable, Strawberries, and Beef Pho.

Damian:

I headcanon that he has the worst teeth of all of the Bat Boys and he actually has to use lingual braces. (Hence why you can't see his braces)

Canonically is a very good artist and while him and Tim don't get along, Tim introduced Damian to digital art and gave him a photoshop pack and a nice tablet for his birthday one year and Damian loved it so much.

Damian is a capricorn and I will die on this hill. A January capricorn too.

Now you want a good chef? You've got Damian. Having converted to veganism Damian has had to get creative whenever he goes out to eat so he tends to like to eat more home cooked foods. Damian loves all matters of mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers.

Damian really struggles the most with his wanting to just be a normal kid. Despite the fact he will dismiss you for it, anytime he gets to spend at Gotham Academy with Jon and the rest of the kids he's naturally the happiest.

Damian LOVES to give gifts. He loves the look on people's faces when they are shocked when they actually get something from Damian.

Despite the fact that he's been traumatized from both his times with Ra's and Talia as well as with Bruce. He just wants Bruce and Talia to be together because he loves them both equally.

While he's the least flexible and least gymnastic of the Robins do let your guard down around him. He is the fastest runner and the guy is rivaled only by Jason in terms of lethality.

So someone (Jason Todd & Duke Thomas) introduced Damian to trap music and ever since anytime his phone gets stolen people will be shocked to find he's listening to some combination of Lil' Yachty, X, Kendrick Lamar, Wiz, and Kodak.

If any random person tries to hug Damian he'll immediately push them away, he'll bitch and moan about just about anyone hugging him other than Bruce & Dick.

Damian loves to go to the beach/the ocean. He just thinks it's so vast and he loves the brineness of the air. Also being half white, quarter middle-eastern and quarter Chinese (Yes everyone forgets Talia is half Chinese) Damian gets DARK. And although he's just okay as a swimmer he still likes bogeyboarding and eventually wants to learn how to surf.

I'm genuinely afraid once Puberty is done with this kid and everyone in the family is. He has Bruce Wayne AND Talia Al-Ghouls genes and those are two SEXY human beings. Damian's gonna grow a beard one day and people aren't going to know how to act.

Damian secretly plays Fortnight and not even Jon knows. He doesn't want to get shamed. He'd rather lose a match and ruin his streaks than deal with the shame of anyone in that family finding out he plays Fortnight.

Damian Wayne's favorite foods (canon*) Cereal*, Avocados, Grilled Tempeh, his mom's Tabbouleh, Mushroom Tacos, and Vegan Sushi rolls, and grape juice.

Duke Thomas

Duke is like, freakishly good with a piano, and he picked it up naturally!

Also everyone says Tim brews the best pot of coffee in the Bat Family, cue to everyone's surprise when Tim was sick one day and couldn't make a pot. Only to find the coffee was freaking amazing. Duke didn't take any credit at first until Alfred let it slip that Duke was the one who brewed the pot.

Duke being the only Meta of the family originally thought he was the double-token because he was a Meta and a black boy. Needless to say his fears were seriously unfounded the moment he got to know everyone.

Although he somewhat fears Jason and his temper initially, he and Jason have one of the closest relationships in the family. If Tim isn't around to bat for Jason, Duke will happily take his spot. The two work on each other's bikes and grew to share the same taste in music.

Duke uses his Photokenetic powers as a force for good and for shenanigans. Jason wants to play a prank on Dick and Damian while Dick is reading Damian a story? Duke will hide Jason in the shadows and will cover up his shadow. Alfred dropped something in the dark? You better believe Duke will find it in 3 seconds or less.

Duke makes it a point to visit his parents every weekend to talk to them. Although they are making some progress in their recoveries, it's still slow going. Eventually, he starts bringing members of the family to see his parents. It started with Cass, then Jason, and the rest followed suit.

Duke loves playing video games with Damian and even helps Damian beat some tougher levels when Damian is about to rage and destroy the console.

Duke is into Magic the Gathering and you cannot tell me otherwise. Duke also is the DM for the Bat Kids annual D&D games. I can and will make a D&D Batfam Headcanons if asked.

Loves Pho just as much as Cass and Tim and they all call it a date night every now and then where they can go to a hole in the wall pho place. It's really a secret between the three of them.

DUKE THOMAS IS THE BEST SWIMMER OF THE BAT BOYS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. HE JUST THRIVES IN THE WATER.

Finding out his birth father is a supervillain was really tough for him. He went into a shell for a little bit afterwards. Cass and Steph were there to help talk him out of his funk.

Duke Thomas's favorite foods (lol what canon DC hasn't acknowleged our boy in a while..) Chicken Pho, Thai Iced Tea, Papaya, Crab Cakes, Italian Hoagies, his mom's Lemon Poundcake, mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I hope y'all enjoyed! Up next (eventually) will be the Bat Girls!

#Dick Grayson #Batfam #Batboys #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Headcanons #Slight OOC but hey If DC can't stay in character neither should I

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Peace and Love

Part 9 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The Avengers enjoy a relaxing day at the cabin. Y/n notices Steve seems a little off and hopes to cheer him up.

You woke up bright and early, feeling extra happy today. How could you not be happy on a beautiful, sunny day on Vacation? You rolled over to see Nat peacefully sleeping, and you wanted her to wake up, but you knew better than to wake a sleeping Natasha, so you tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door, and proceeded to get ready for the day. When you were all ready, you went downstairs to find only Wanda and Vision awake. They were cuddling on a sunny spot on the couch by the window.

“Good morning, Y/n.” Vision greeted.

“Good morning!” You grinned.

“Did you survive last night?” Wanda asked, a grin on her face.

“Barely.” You answered with a blush.

Wanda and Vis chuckled.

“Can I get you some coffee, Wanda?” You asked. “I’d offer you some, Vision, but…”

Vision grinned and poked your side as you walked by, making you squeak.

“I’d love some!” Wanda said.

“The usual?” You asked.

You knew just how Wanda liked her coffee. You were the Avengers’s “little barista,” as Tony called you. You knew what each of them liked for their coffee. Steve jokes that it’s the only reason they kept you.

You made Wanda her coffee, and had the idea that you’d wake your dad up for another canoe ride. You handed Wanda her coffee, and went up the stairs to Bucky, Steve, and Sam’s room. You knew if you woke them all up, there might be hell to pay, but just Bucky was safe.

You quietly entered the room to see only one out of the three was awake. Steve was propped up on his bed, sketching. He looked over at you with a soft smile, and wiggled his finger in a “come here” motion. You walked to him, trying your best to be quiet.

“You need something?” He whispered.

“I was gonna wake him up for a canoe ride.” You pointed at sleeping Bucky.

“Oh okay.”

“What are you drawing?”

Steve turned his sketch pad around to show you that he was drawing the view out the bedroom window. The mountains and trees.

“It’s beautiful!” You whispered.

“Thank you!” Steve mouthed.

You turned and walked to the side of Bucky’s bed. You got nervous to wake him and looked at Steve who raised his eyebrows with a nervous smile. You bit your lip and gently shook him. He didn’t wake up. You shook him more aggressively and he finally woke up startled and furrowed his brows at you,

“What are you waking me up for?” He groaned.

“To go on the canoe?”

Bucky stretched, and much to your surprise, snatched you up and brought you into bed to snuggle you. You giggled and snuggled into his chest.

“It would be nice, but I think I’m going to stay here all day and you’re stuck here with me.” He teased some more.

You smirked and poked around his chest and neck, making him crack up a little.

“Okahahay off you!” Bucky protested, prying your hands off him and sitting up in the bed with you in his arms.

“Well I guess it’s time to wake up then!” Sam grumbled, getting up out of bed and stomping to the bathroom.

You giggled and Sam heard. He slowly turned around while you shut your mouth nervously. He pointed at you warningly. You didn’t move a muscle. He carried on to the bathroom when he saw you got the message. You smiled up at Bucky and he chuckled. He stood up out of bed still holding you, and then set you down by the door.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes.” He smiled.

You nodded and gave Steve a smile before you left, which Steve returned.

…

You and Bucky had an amazing time out on the lake. You enjoyed this one-on-one time with him. He told you stories about his past, before the war. You absolutely loved to hear his stories. You had loved getting to know him. Whenever you told him stories about your past, you noticed how it made him upset, so you mostly told him your happiest memories, many of which were with your mom. Those memories definitely made him happier than the others, but he still liked to hear them all, because he liked getting to know you.

Bucky rowed the two of you back to shore, and you walked up the hill, side by side to the cabin. Steve was sitting out on the deck reading, and you threw your arms around his neck lovingly. You noticed he was a little quiet today, but you didn’t understand why. He looked at you with a soft grin.

“Pepper made cinnamon rolls.” Steve smirked.

You gasped and ran inside, making him laugh.

“Y/n! Pepper made cinnamon rolls!” Peter shouted, holding up his cinnamon roll he was eating.

“I heard!”

You got a cinnamon roll and climbed into the stool and sat next to Peter at the bar.

Tony walked in and kissed Pepper on the cheek.

“Good morning, Rugrats.” He said to you and Peter.

“We’re not babies.” Peter grinned, rolling his eyes.

You looked at them confused. You didn’t get the reference.

“So Tony, this new game came out today and I was wondering if I can buy it on the PlayStation?” Peter asked.

“Sure kid! Today is a pretty chill day. We’re going to town for dinner tonight, but that’s all.” Tony answered.

“Oh awesome! Thank you so much!” Peter exclaimed, finishing his cinnamon roll and patting your head before dashing to the front living room. It was a little more of a formal room, mostly everyone hung out in the family room, but Peter preferred this one because he didn’t want to hog the TV. He planned on playing the new game all day long. He had been waiting for it to come out for some time now.

The day wasn’t very eventful, but it was very relaxing. You sat out on the porch and talked with everyone (except Peter who was still inside) for several hours, before you, Thor, Nat, and Bucky decided to swim. Steve, Vision, and Wanda lounged by the pool to talk and watch you all swim. Pepper and Tony took the boat out and had a picnic.

After swimming, you showered and got ready for dinner. It was late afternoon and you were laying on the couch next to Peter watching him play his new game he was quite addicted to. After a while, Steve came in.

“Hey we’re about to leave. Tony sent me in here to get you guys.” Steve explained.

“Um I’m not really hungry. I think I’m just going to stay here.” Peter shrugged, eyes locked to the screen.

You looked from the screen to Steve, who was looking at Peter.

“Tony told me you’d say that. Family dinner is mandatory.” Steve shrugged.

“Just tell him I’m busy. He’ll understand.” Peter said absentmindedly, fingers twiddling the controller.

“Well, he also told me that if you didn’t listen…” Steve trailed off. “I should do this.”

Next thing you know, Steve tackled Peter on the couch, and began tickling his sides and belly. Peter laughed and shrieked, dropping the controller to the floor. He curled in on himself while Steve launched his hands to Peter’s extremely ticklish armpits.

“Does this change your mind, Queens?” Steve asked teasingly.

You burst into jealous flames.

You hadn’t been tickled all day and you were in quite the mood to be, especially by Steve, who seemed a little distant today. Your face turned bright red and you wanted him to get you instead, even though you adored the sight. Squealing and flailing Peter was priceless.

“Okay Steve! Let him go. You don’t have to keep tickling him so much. He gets it.” You spat, arms crossed.

Steve looked over at you, slowing his tickling on poor Peter, to make sure it was really YOU that was speaking to him in such a tone. He observed your expression and tilted his head at you.

“Looks like somebody is jealous.” Steve teased, meanly calling you out.

You tried to hide your sheepish grin but it was impossible.

Peter caught his breath and pushed the now distracted soldier off of him.

“I’m going to get ready now.” Peter panted, recovering from the unexpected tickle attack.

“You do that Peter.” Steve replied, not taking his eyes off of you.

You held a throw pillow to your chest nervously.

“Why are you so jealous? I tickled you all the time!” Steve asked light-heartedly, rolling his eyes with a shrug.

“I am not jealous! I was just looking out for Peter!” You lied miserably.

“Oooh alright. I get it. Well, we aren’t leaving for another thirty minutes anyway… and I can do this all day.” Steve said, cracking his knuckles and strutting toward you.

You knew what was coming and it was exactly what you wanted, but now you were very flustered and nervous and you felt like running away, but it was too late for that. Steve dragged you to the middle of the couch by your ankle and snatched the pillow away. You giggled and instinctively covered your torso. Steve looked down at you with a playful grin and went right for ribs. Your giggles didn’t hesitate and you squirmed around, both sides of your rib cage trapped between his large hands. You laughed so hard that your laughter turned silent, so Steve let you breathe. Steve wiggled his fingers above your belly.

“Do you want some more tickles, Y/n/n? Cause you’re my favorite person to tickle! Just tell me if you want more tickles and I’ll keep tickling you!” Steve teased ruthlessly, purposefully saying the word repeatedly to get at you.

There’s no way you could just answer “yes” so, you tickled him back, making him chuckle. He quickly caught your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” He exclaimed before tickling your tummy.

You let out your famous belly laugh and Steve smiled ear to ear.

“Ohohoho there’s that laugh! Tickle tickle tickle!”

“STEHEHEHEVE! NOHOHO! Sohoho mean!” You cried, flusteredly.

“Aww, so all of a sudden you’re embarrassed? This is what you wanted, is it not?” Steve teased some more.

You quickly covered your face with your hands. You didn't know what to do with yourself.

"Don't hide from me!" Steve began as he tickled under your arms, causing you to shoot your arms down. "I can't see your cute wittle blushy face!"

You could not believe this was Steve talking to you right now.

“Why are you blushing? I’m just tick-tick-tickling you!” He said through gritted teeth, curling his fingers with each “tick.”

You shook your head, the smile never leaving your lips.

“I have a question for you, Y/n/n.”

“OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHO!”

“Who is your favorite Avenger?” He asked, tickling gentler, but giving you a warning look.

You giggled and actually thought about it, and then gave him a little smile.

“No answer? I’ll just get your feet then!” He declared, stopping the tickling on your neck and catching your flailing left ankle. “Beeetter answerrrr!” He wiggled his fingers above your foot.

“Iron MaaahaaHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAHA!”

Steve scritched the arch of your foot and you lost it. He had an angry expression on his face after hearing such an answer.

“HOW DARE YOU?” He boomed.

“CAHAHAPTAIN AMERICAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHP!” You cried through your laughter.

Steve quit and dropped your ankle only to grab the other foot with a smile.

“Look at this cute little foot! You have the cutest little feet!” He sang.

You caught your breath from all the laughing and that flustered look on your face only got stronger. You knew Steve wasn’t done with you yet.

You looked up at him, shyly covering your cheeks with your hands.

“They’re like miniature versions of Bucky’s feet! And just as ticklish!” Steve quipped, now tickling your right foot while you laughed and tried to kick, but Steve had you, so you had to just take it. When he got bored of tickling your foot, he leaned back a second and tapped his chin as if he was thinking.

“Who are you and what have you done with Steve?” You growled, jokingly.

Steve didn’t say anything. He just pursed his lips and widened his eyes at you for only a second. Uh-oh. This can’t be good.

His hands suddenly latched to your thighs, catching you by surprise, making you jump. Steve chuckled at that.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STEHEHEVE NOHOHO FAHAHAIR!” You yelled through your laughter.

Steve squeezed repeatedly, tickling the daylights out of you as you ineffectively thrashed.

“What’s not fair? I don’t get to tickle your thighs enough, THAT is what’s not fair!”

You gripped his wrists and tried to push him off. You just couldn’t stand how much it tickled. It felt like so long before he let go, and you barely had time to recover before he was kneading into your very sensitive hips. Super high-pitched giggles now came out of you, making Steve bark out a laugh. After a minute or so, Steve saw your cheeks were still very flushed, so he stopped his tickle attack. He laid the back of his hands on your cheeks, and chuckled when he felt they were warm.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded with a smile. Your cheeks were hot from the flusteredness and the laughter. You really liked that feeling.

“You never fail to make me smile, Y/n.” Steve mused.

You sat up to look at him, who was now sitting next to you on the couch. He looked back at you with a soft smirk.

“What’s been on your mind today, Steve?” You asked seriously, even though you had just been wrecked.

“You know me so well…” He started, shaking his head.

“Of course I know you so well! You’re like, well I don’t know... a dad to me.” You explained.

Steve was caught by surprise by your sentence. He tilted his head slightly and stuck out his bottom lip at you, as if to say awww and his eyes were filled with adoration, and a little bit of teasing.

You looked down and played with your hands shyly.

“Bucky is my dad, and I absolutely love him, I don’t mean to downplay that at all-” You rambled, before being cut-off.

“I know what you mean.” Steve said sweetly, pulling you into a side hug. “You’re so sweet Y/n/n!”

You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead. You were like a daughter to Steve, but he never thought of it that way. He never took the time to realize, because he was so focused on making sure you and Bucky could be together. He wanted Bucky to have his daughter, who would bring him hope and purpose again after 90 years of hell, and through all that fighting, Steve became so close with you and you two just bonded like no other, and finally, looking down at you now, Steve realized the very reason you two had this special relationship, was because you are his best friend in the world’s very flesh. It was so clear! How could he not realize that? All he ever knew is that he loved you very much.

You looked at Steve’s face, oblivious to what he was so deep in thought about. Finally, he spoke.

“Y/n, I have just been missing my mom today. I had a dream about her last night, and I’ve been thinking about how she would love this place.” He sighed.

“Oh…I’m sorry. I miss my momma too, a lot. She would’ve loved this place too. I would’ve loved to meet your mom, Steve.” You said, sorrowful. You weren’t quite sure what to say just then, but you knew how he felt.

Before Steve could say anything else, Tony called for everyone to head out for dinner. Steve gave you a soft smile as you both stood up from the couch. You walked alongside him down the hallway.

“You know, Steve,” you started, halting in your steps. Steve did the same, looking down at you. “it’s such a good thing to miss your mother. It’s so good, even though it hurts. It means you love her that much.”

Steve sighed and smiled down at you. You had managed to really lift his spirits today.

“Thank you, Y/n… I love you.”

“I know!” You quipped, lightening the mood.

Steve snatched you up baby style, making you squeal, and tickled your belly all the way to the van.

…

“There they are!” Tony announced as Steve walked up with you to the van, still holding you and tickling you. “What did she do?” Tony giggled at your state.

“She was being trouble! Like always!” Steve teased.

“What’s new?” Vision smirked, walking up next to you.

Your jaw dropped to the floor at that.

“Ihihi- I’m not troubl- well. More recently…” You admitted, referring to last week’s antics.

Steve and Tony raised their eyebrows at each other.

“Hah! Gimmie a piece, Cap!” Tony demanded, wanting to tickle you himself.

Steve held you up for him.

“Nohohooho HAHAHAHAH!”

Tony dug into your sides and blew a raspberry on your neck.

“Ihihihi don’t thihihink I can take much more.” You said, shaking your head when Tony let up.

Steve chuckled and set you down in the van. You sat between him and Bucky. You slept on Bucky’s chest the whole way to the restaurant.

…

You were all sitting down eating at the restaurant, having conversations amongst each other. You sat between Nat and Bucky and across from Thor and Peter. You, Thor, and Peter were gushing, having a stupid conversation about “who would win in a fight? Blank or blank.”

“Well, I was going to say we could have a fire tonight, but it looks like there’s a storm coming through the night.” Tony said, catching everyone’s attention.

“WOW. WAIT TO GO, THOR! WAY TO RUIN EVERYTHING!” You joked, making everyone laugh.

“Y/N Buchanan I will fight you in the middle of this restaurant, right here right now.” He threatened jokingly.

You gave him a challenging smirk.

“Y/n, when we get back to the cabin, you need to show Thor that new move we’ve been working on.” Nat grinned.

“Good idea. I need to practice it anyway, might as well practice on a god.”

…

It had already started raining when you headed back to the cabin, and was pouring by the time you arrived. Everyone ran inside and you plopped back on the couch to watch Peter play his game, but with a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning, the power was out. It was getting darker by the minute and though Peter begged Tony to fix it, Tony claimed he couldn’t, not out here. Tony handed you and Peter each a flashlight. Pepper went around the cabin lighting candles. Steve, Bucky, and Sam sat in the front living room, and everyone else sat at the table, drinking tea.

“Remember that hide and seek game you two used to play?” Tony asked.

Butterflies instantly rushed to your tummy.

“You mean Hide and Seek: Tickle Edition?” Peter asked, wiggling his fingers at you.

“Yes! That one! You two hide and whoever I find first…” Tony started, wiggling his fingers at the two of you. “Whoever is not found gets to be the seeker.”

You thought it was so cute how THE Tony Stark was about to play Peter’s game with you. Peter showed you this game after you two started spending more time together. He said that his Uncle Ben used to play it with him.

Tony faced the wall and began counting while you and Peter scurried off. You desperately looked for a good hiding spot and were running out of time, so you hid on the side of a nightstand in Peter and Thor’s room. It was not your best work, but you hoped he’d find Peter first.

You looked up out the partially opened window and watched the rain fall through the trees, and listened, and smelled the air. It was like heaven. You took a deep breath, at peace. You loved your life, and you loved this place, and that’s when you felt the first twinge in your heart at the thought of leaving on Friday. Everyone would go back to their crazy lives, and who knows what could happen next. Aliens, androids, wizards? You just wanted to keep them all here forever. Safe, hidden in the mountains. You always wanted to protect them, even though they were the ones doing all the saving. You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of Peter’s laughter. You won this round, so you stood up and walked to the sight of Peter being tickled to pieces by Tony on the hallway floor.

“You two better hide!” You smirked and began counting.

You searched the cabin and soon found Tony hiding behind a door.

“Behind a door? Really Tony?” You teased.

He sighed in defeat.

“Alright let’s get this over with.” He said, raising his hands in the air.

You tickled Tony’s belly and he hunched over in laughter and you just pulled him into a hug. He tilted his head in surprise and hugged you back and kissed your head.

It was Peter’s turn to find you and you were quite nervous. You hid in you and Nat’s shower and it brought back so many memories of when you two used to play this game. Several minutes passed and Peter suddenly swung open the shower curtain, making you squeal.

“Mwuahahaha! I gotcha Y/n/n!” Peter laughed evilly, and threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed.

“Tickle time!” He teased and dropped you to the bed.

He pried your arms away from your torso and immediately began tickling your tummy while you squealed and laughed.

“Ticky ticky ticky!” Peter said over and over while his fingers danced across your tummy, sides, and ribs.

You threw your head back in laughter when he zeroed in on your belly button.

“Awww I forget you have such a ticklish lil belly button!” Peter giggled, and used the opportunity to blow raspberries on the front of your neck, a spot only he knew about.

You squealed and laughed freely, the biggest smile on your face.

“Go hide!” Tony called from the other room, making you and Peter look at each other nervously, before running your separate ways.

You hid under the table, gripping onto Thor’s calf. Turns out, this wasn’t the best spot because it didn’t take Tony long to find you at all.

“Get out from under there, Y/n!” Tony ordered.

You obeyed, but made a run for it. Tony chased you down the hall and caught you.

“You just made it a thousand times worse for yourself. I hope you know that!” Tony chuckled and dropped you on the couch and didn’t hesitate to tickle your underarms while you laughed so hard your abs ached.

“This is what you get for running from me, you little cheater!” He teased, as his fingers danced down to your ribs and you squirmed and tossed around, so Tony straddled you and your laughter only increased. Next thing you knew, he placed his “claw” on the middle of your tummy and began shaking your tummy. This always tickled you so bad and your famous belly laughter found its way to your smile. Tony laughed along with you at that. He thought that was so cute.

“You are so cute, Y/n!” He complimented. “I’m gonna give you raspberries for that.”

Your eyes went wide and his lips met just above your belly button and he blew the fattest raspberries, making you squeal and your laughter went silent, which happened when something tickled you really bad. After several raspberries, Tony sat up and kissed your cheek and you both laughed. Then, the power came back on and everyone cheered.

“Y/n’s laughter brought the power back on!” Pepper teased and you blushed.

Later in the evening, you, Nat, and Thor stood in the living room.

“Alright, Y/n. Show him what I taught you! Use your legs, NOT your back.” She instructed.

You ended up flipping Thor on the floor and his handsome laughter poured out of him. Everyone else who was watching cheered and clapped.

“Amazing, Y/n!” Steve praised.

You smiled and bowed.

Thor pulled you to the ground by surprise and laid you face up on his chest and held your arms above your head, and wrapped one of his legs around both of your legs.

“Natasha, if you’d like to tickle Y/n, now is your opportunity!” Thor said.

“NOHOHOHO! I’ve been tickled so much today! I can’t take any more!” You lied.

“Sure you can!” Nat teased, dancing her long nails all over your neck.

You laughed for the millionth time today, but Nat’s tickles were different. Her long nails caused a ticklish sensation that Steve or Tony didn’t have. Their tickles were more rough, and hers were gentler, but still would drive you quite mad.

“Nahahat! Plehehehase! Nohohot my neheheck!”

“Tummy it is then!” She giggled, dancing her fingers on your belly under your shirt.

You squealed and laughed while Thor held you in place. He was smiling ear to ear, and thought it would be funny to blow some raspberries on the back of your neck.

“These sides look luscious!” Nat teased, now moving to scribbling your sides.

You fell between your belly laughter and silent laughter, which everyone found very amusing.

Nat was now pinching your hips while Thor squeezed you in a hug and was rubbing his beard on your neck. You just giggled, because this didn’t tickle quite as badly as before, and you were quite loving being loved-on at the moment.

“Aww I bet Peter wants us to do that to him, Tony!” Steve sang, just to embarrass Peter.

“Absolutely not!” Peter said, red-faced. Truly, he wouldn’t mind, but it made him quite flustered being called out like that.

Tony tackled him to the couch and Steve joined. Tony tickled the screaming Peter’s belly while Steve got his ribs, sending him to tickle hell.

“YEAH TICKLE HIM!”

“TICKLE HIM UNTIL HE CRIES!”

Bucky and Sam hollered.

You were finally set free by Nat and Thor, and you rolled off Thor onto the carpet, catching your breath, with that warm feeling in your tummy. You looked over to see the cuteness that was Peter being tickled, and this time, you weren’t jealous. You definitely had your fill for the day.

…

When you were ready for bed, you knocked on Sam, Bucky, and Steve’s door. Steve opened the door, shirtless and in his blue flannel pajama pants.

“Heeey dorito!” You sassed.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. “What do you want?”

“To see you guys, especially Dad.”

Bucky bumped Steve’s out of the way with his hip, making Steve cackle and run into the wall. You giggled at that.

“Come here, cutie!” Bucky said, swooping you up from under your arms and bringing you into the room, giving your kisses on your cheek. Sam was laying in his bed with his laptop and headphones in, but smiled at you.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked your dad.

Bucky dropped you on his bed.

“Can she Steve?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t care.” Steve shrugged casually, standing outside the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.

“Sleepover!” Bucky cheered.

“DID SOMEONE SAY SLEEPOVER?!” Peter yelled, rushing into the room.

“WOO HOO!” You cheered.

Bucky and Sam went wide-eyed.

“I CALL SLEEPING IN SAM’S BED!” Peter announced, jumping into an “angry” Sam’s bed.

“OH HEEEELL NO!” Sam yelled, kicking the giggling Peter out of his bed, while you, Bucky, and Steve clutched your bellies laughing.

“Nah I’m just messing with you. Thor and I are going to watch a movie.” Peter said. “I just came to say night night!” He ruffled your hair and you said goodnight to your best friend.

You snuggled up to your dad and he snuggled you back before turning out the light.

“Your feet are freezing, Y/n!” Bucky exclaimed in the dark.

You giggled a funny giggle, which made Steve, who just walked out of the bathroom into the dark, giggle and now the two of you went back and forth giggling.

“I guess we’re not tired!” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes.

Steve turned on a show and crawled into his bed.

You soon fell asleep in Bucky’s arms. Steve and Bucky exchanged a smile. Steve turned off the TV, and soon everyone was asleep.

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When villainesses take the lead

We are the generation that grew up watching shows such as Digimon, Inuyasha and The Vision of Escaflowne. There is something attractive about works that involve journeys to other worlds with fantastical settings and exciting adventures. Let’s say, you have your normal fantastical plot: a common person falls into another world. There, they may develop or discover the possession of magical powers, live lots of magical occurrences and even may end up finding love! Magic Knight Rayearth, SAO and Zero no Tsukaima come to my mind, among others.

What’s so interesting about this type of fictional works? We receive the chance to explore themes of our interest, fulfil personal fantasies and escape from our common lives (the real world is already complicated on its own). This article shows how Escapism has its value.

There is a very interesting paradigm going on on Asiatic media concerning travels to other worlds. In fact, according to TV Tropes, this type of fictional work is called Isekai in Japanese media and it’s treated as a genre of its own. And yet, nowadays I find a very interesting twist in this type of media, a twist that makes things very entertaining.

The names of the works I’m talking about sound cliché and melodramatic: ‘My Next Live as a Villainess’, ‘Death is the Only Ending for the Villainess’, ‘The Villainess Lives Twice’, ‘The Villainess reverses the hourglass’. Others are more indirect, such as ‘The Abandoned Empress’ and ‘Your Throne’. Most are told from the point of view of females who have a traditional antagonist role.

I’ve always enjoyed ironic consumption, and these titles worked as magnets to me. What I ended up finding was a refreshing surprise: common women who fell into fantastical worlds made from the plots of novels and games they consumed in their free time, or more traditional ‘villainesses’ who travelled back in time to fix what was wrong in their first lives. In the first case, we would see normal girls who found themselves inside the bodies of ‘villainous’ characters and desperately trying to avoid their bad endings by the use of their knowledge of the plots while commenting on clichés and traditional tropes. In the second case, we see female characters who more or less identify with their ‘villainous’ role and try to change their bad outcomes while learning about themselves and what drove them to make their bad choices.

What do these types of works have in common? They are genre deconstructions. According to TV Tropes, deconstructions happen when a fictional work takes its elements apart and shows how certain elements would work in real life, by contrasting them to ‘real situations’ or parodying them. Sarcastic main characters help, too.

There is a very interesting trend among Asian Media (mainly works made by Korean authors, but there are Japanese too) concerning the deconstruction of traditional stories directed to the female public.

Why is this expression of the isekai genre so interesting?

First, because most stories deal with settings of historical fantasy, where we can indulge ourselves with beautiful Period dresses, gorgeous mansions and attractive love interests. One can’t help but remember the works of Jane Austen or the Brontë Sisters.

Second, because the twists of these works feel refreshing. We consider other points of view. We see why villains become what they become. We get to learn new plot points. Deconstructions give an interesting dose of realism and pragmatism to stories. They are refreshing because they give new angles to an old genre and we can identify with the situations.

But let’s not forget: the focus of this essay is villainesses. We get to see the story from the point of view of female characters who don’t portray themselves as good people and some even feel content with their roles.

Raised in a world where women receive lots of double standards, being pressured from young ages to be proper and good and yet receiving worse punishments than guys for doing the same things like them as a result of unrealistic expectations, along with some unhealthy extremes of social justice culture, where we are oddly pressured to change ourselves and learn from our mistakes yet we are not allowed to fully grow from them, it isn’t hard to identify with villainesses. After all, it is unavoidable to find ourselves as the villains of someone else’s life events. We are not perfect people and we fuck up sometimes. Especially when we are young.

So, why are villainesses so interesting? Because they fuck up, too. These characters don’t try to be saintly good girls and they acknowledge their situations. There is an interesting dose of cynicism underlying these works, in some, it’s more open than in others, such as ‘Your Throne’. Some female leads are noble demons who try to not drag third parties into their schemes, like Medea Belial in the work I previously mentioned. Others define themselves as villainess yet behave as anti-heroines are their worst, such as Aria Roscente in ‘The Villaines Reverses the Hourglass’. And others are heroes who still place themselves in the roles of villains, like Catarina Claes in ‘My Next Life as a Villainess!’’.

What do these three have in common? The leads also have internalized in themselves some moral standards about good and evil.

I don’t think it is surprising to find these types of works during the current fourth wave of Feminism we are living in. Terms such as internalized misogyny, double standards and deconstruction are concepts I learned these past years thanks to social media. So, why do I believe these types of Isekai novels that focus on villainesses are so relevant? Because we see other females’ points of view, we understand their positions and sometimes get to see that the true villains are other characters. Most of the villainesses of these works are, in fact, women with terrible social reputations who behave as anti-heroines at their worst.

There is a reason why the social settings of these stories are during past times. The authors of these works are deconstructing tropes from both old and new media. They are giving voices to Other Characters and show them in a realistic light, they write about flawed women who try to survive in a world full of unrealistic expectations, and that is true for both past and actual times.

It isn't hard for me to recall works such as Northanger Abbey or Jane Eyre. There are reasons why Period novels are still relevant these days, but that it’s not the topic I want to address in this essay. Here is this interesting article that analyses the success of Jane Austen works, while this note from the Guardian does the same for the Brontë sisters. Of course, experts and critics would get annoyed at me for putting Jane Austen and the Brontë Sisters on the same page, but please, bear with me: I’m talking about fictional works that deal with abuse, machismo, dysfunctional families and difficult childhoods, subjects still relevant to today. So, what’s so interesting about recalling these themes? It’s the way some Asian authors knew how to retake these stories, added some fantastical elements and still deconstructed others, providing us with a refreshing result.

Most of the isekai works I mentioned above are told from the point of view of young girls who are isolated for their social positions, because they come from other worlds and know that their ‘new bodies’ are doomed to die and more.

Imagine being reincarnated as the pretty daughter of a noble family and yet... you find yourself hated and isolated from others, in a situation you cannot control. And you can be murdered in cold blood if you don’t make the right choices. These works make it very clear some situations are ugly and dangerous. They are not painted in a romantic light. And the main characters acknowledge it.

Naturally, there are aspects we could criticize of these works. For example, the main leads usually are white thin ladies in gorgeous period dresses, who despite their issues still benefit from privileged backgrounds. And few of these works address LGTBQ+ representation, as most of the endgames are attractive male leads.

But then, this is not about pitting people against each other. It’s about acknowledging a new paradigm in story-telling, one that subverts and parodies plots.

Change is brought over by small steps. And I think we are going on a good path.

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Ah the requests are open! I'd like to request Aomine, Kise and Kagami reactions if their gf shouted 'i hate you' during an angsty argument. Of course she didn't mean but was very hurt. Thank you in advance and thank you for provoding KnB content 💙

Ah yes i love some good angst 😌 I hope you enjoy xx

Scenario: Kise, Aomine and Kagami’s reactions to their s/o shouting “I hate you” during an argument

Kise

Jealousy was an ugly emotion and you knew that. You generally never got that jealous with Kise though. Especially considering that he was constantly surrounded by other models and fangirls, you were surprisingly very chill with him. I mean, you couldn’t blame him, it came with the job. Plus you knew that you could trust him so it didn’t bother you as much as one would expect.

Recently though, Kise had been rather busy and he wasn’t able to spend as much time with you as he’d like. While that sucked in itself, he’d always be around other girls when you did have the time to spend with him, like during recess and after school when you walked together. And they were so obviously flirting with him, but he didn’t seem to have a clue.

You didn’t want to bring up though because you didn’t want to come off as a controlling person that restricted him from talking to others. So you ignored it for a while.

However, the amount of time he’d spend with you slowly lessened and lessened and eventually, on a particularly bad day, you finally snapped. You were meant to be walking home with him after school, so you waited for him at your usual spot by the school gates. But after a good ten minutes, he didn’t show up. Confused and slightly annoyed, you went back into the school in search of your boyfriend. While it didn’t take long to find him in the school courtyard, you began to wish that you didn’t because it just fuelled your already bad mood with rage.

He was just standing there with three other girls, laughing along with them as if he didn’t have somewhere else to be. You don’t get mad often- especially not in public- but your emotions had been building up for weeks and you were in an awful mood. Before you knew it, you were storming over to Kise.

“Y/N-cchi! I was just about to come meet you. Let me introduce—“

“Are you kidding me? Kise, I’ve been waiting for you for the past ten minutes and you were just chatting here?” you scolded, your volume causing all four of them to be taken aback. You shot the girls a glare, resulting in them excusing themselves to leave you two alone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice the time go by,” he replied softly, hurt by the fact that you called him ‘Kise’ rather than your usual ‘babe’ or ‘Ryouta’.

“You’re the one who’s always too busy to spend time with me and now you’re here losing track of time with girls you barely even know!”

“They were just being friendly, what would people think of me if I just brushed them off?” he said defensively.

“Kise, they were far from just friendly. They were so obviously flirting with you. One of them had her hands all over you and you just fucking let her!” you yelled, becoming completely unhinged at this point.

“Y/N-cchi, you’re being ridiculous. Just forget about it. Come on, let’s just walk home, cool?” He said with a sigh, which only made you angrier.

“I’m not being ridiculous,” you said firmly, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.

“Well, what do you want me to say?” He snapped, finally losing his cool too. “That I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you?”

“You know that’s not what I meant! Don’t try to turn this around on me,” you replied, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.

“That’s what it sounds like to me,” he shouted. You felt a pang in your heart at the way he raised his voice at you and you felt yourself finally get thrown off the edge.

“I can’t believe you right now! I hate you!”

Kise’s expression immediately fell at the sound of those words. It quickly made him realise the absurdity of what he was saying.

At that point, you were so frustrated that you decided to just walk away, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. It took a few moments but Kise’s footsteps soon followed you. “Y/N-cchi wait! I’m sorry!” He said, hastily grabbing your arm to stop you. It took him a second to realise that tears had begun to blur his own vision. “Please don’t hate me,” he said softly.

You paused for a moment, feeling bad that you had made him cry too. “I don’t hate you,” you muttered, hearing the word come out of his mouth made you realise how harsh it sounded. “I wouldn’t be this mad if I hated you.”

“I won’t talk to them anymore. And I promise I’ll make more time for you. Why don’t we go grab a coffee or something together?” Kise suggested, interlacing his fingers with yours while the other hand reached up to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“That sounds nice,” You sniffled with a smile, your anger and hurt finally subsiding. “I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. I was just scared that you’d think they were better than me.”

Kise pressed his lips against yours with nothing but care and tenderness, almost as if to reassure you that he was all yours without having to say a word. But just in case you didn’t understand, he smiled at you once his lips parted from yours, “You’re the only one I want. That won’t ever change- I promise.”

Aomine

As much as you loved Aomine, dating him came with a lot of work which could easily exhaust you if you didn’t have the patience that you do. He was dreamy, sweet and truly a piece of art in general, however he was also extremely lazy when it came to a lot of things. Homework, projects and reminding him of various commitments he had was amongst the various responsibilities you had taken on when you started dating him. For the most part, you didn’t care too much because you often managed to convince him to do it himself in the end, but there were times where he genuinely ticked you off.

One day in particular, you were rather exhausted after a long day at school and you were hanging out at Aomine’s house like you usually would. As he flipped through his gravure magazine next to you, you laid down on his bed, scrolling through your phone as a way to unwind. His phone began to ring, disrupting the peaceful silence that filled the room and he quickly picked it up. “Yo, what’s up?” he answered. “Oh shit that was today? I forgot... Fuck it. I’ll join some other time... Bye.”

Aomine put his phone down with an annoyed groan, making you curious as to what that conversation was about. “What’s wrong? Who was that?” you inquired, still scrolling absentmindedly.

“It was Kise. I was supposed to go play with him and the others today. Didn’t I tell you to remind me about it?”

“Oh right, you did. I’m sorry, it slipped my mind,” you replied.

Aomine clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Dammit, I wanted to play,” he whined.

You weren’t sure why— perhaps it was the tiredness— but you felt as though that comment was accusatory towards you and it sparked this feeling of anger within you. “Then maybe you should’ve remembered yourself,” you retorted, sarcasm oozing from your tone.

“Well if I could do that, I wouldn’t have asked you to remind me, would I?” Aomine replied, perfectly matching your tone, which made your blood boil.

“Why is that my responsibility? I’m constantly busting my ass trying to do shit for you. I’m your s/o, not your personal assistant, Daiki,” you snapped, your voice suddenly getting louder.

Whilst Aomine knew that you were right, his stubborn mind didn’t want to admit it. “If you had a problem with it, you could’ve just said so instead of making me miss out on my plans,” he said harshly.

“Oh so it’s my fault that you don’t have the mental capacity to remember things that go on in your own damn life?” you questioned sarcastically.

“Yes!” Aomine yelled back almost instantly without thinking.

You sat up and scoffed. “You’re despicable, Aomine. Go fucking play then. I’ll leave!”

“No, it’s too late now. I’ve missed it thanks to you,” he muttered, picking up his magazine again.

You narrowed your eyes at him in frustration as you angrily gathered your things. “I’m leaving. You’re the absolute worst. I hate you!” you shouted, clenching your jaw to stop yourself from crying.

Aomine froze upon hearing those words come out of your mouth. “You what?” he said softly, even though he heard you clear as day. He just couldn’t believe that you had actually said it.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, knowing you shouldn’t have said something so harsh when you didn’t even remotely mean it.

“You hate me?” he repeated, wondering whether his pride was really worth having you say words like that.

“I didn’t mean it. But you’re being ridiculous,” you said, still standing your ground.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, standing up and approaching you. “I’m being such a dick. I’ll sort my shit out- I swear. Just don’t say those words to me, please,” he said, holding your face in his palms and desperately looking into your eyes, unable to fathom how much those words stung. He didn’t even want to imagine a scenario in which you’d hated him because it would absolutely wreck him.

Looking into those pained blue eyes, you couldn’t help but melt as your frustration resided. “I won’t say it again. I’m sorry,” you whispered assuringly.

Aomine placed a kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “I love you, Y/N,” he mumbled.

“I love you too, Daiki.”

Kagami

Kagami loved basketball. That was a given. You adored how passionate he was towards it and you it made you happy seeing how much he enjoyed the sport. However, sometimes you’d wonder if that was truly all he cared about. He’d spend almost all his time either at practice or playing around with his friends and he barely left any time for you anymore.

It had been a while since you’ve been able to spend time with Kagami and you had finally been able to get away with planning an afternoon with him after school at your place. You planned to cuddle up together with some snacks and watch a movie— it was going to be perfect. That whole school day you were incredibly excited; you walked around with a hop in your step and a smile on your face.

Finally, the end of the school day had arrived and you headed to meet Kagami outside school, like you’d agreed to. When you got outside, you saw him chatting with Kuroko and Hyuga but he quickly excused himself when he saw you approaching him.

“Hey beautiful,” he smiled.

“Taiga! I’m so excited for today,” you grinned, greeting him with a hug.

“Uh, about that,” Kagami paused and pulled away to rub the back of his neck nervously. Hearing those words alone made your smile quickly change into a disappointed frown. “The Winter Cup is around the corner and the team is gonna do a bit of extra practice today at the gym. Can I get a rain check on this date?”

“Are you serious?” you muttered, exasperation in your voice.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I promise I’ll make some time for you later,” he said.

“You say that, but you never do. You play basketball every single minute you get. Can you really not spare even a single afternoon for me?” you questioned softly, feeling a strange mixture of anger and hurt.

“Y/N, you know how important basketball is to me,” he replied, trying to meet your eyes but they were fixated on the floor.

“I do, but honestly, it seems like it’s the only importance in your life.”

“Don’t be like that. You know that you’re important to me too,” Kagami frowned, reaching to put an arm on your shoulder, but your frustration caused you to shove it away almost immediately.

“Well, you certainly don’t act like it,” you snapped back. “But whatever, go play I guess,” you shrugged, spite in your tone as you began to walk away.

“Y/N, don’t be mad at me— it’s childish,” Kagami called out, making you stop in your tracks. It was like he was asking you to get mad at him.

“Childish?” you repeated. “Kagami it’s not a fucking relationship if you’re not going to spend any time with me! I’ve been nothing but patient towards you playing basketball thinking that at some point you’ll set some time aside for me, but turns out you couldn’t care less about that!”

“We can talk about this later,” Kagami sighed, realising that you were in public. “I’m going to play. I’ll text you okay?”

“Don’t even bother texting me— you’re fucking outrageous,” you chuckled, finding it absolutely unbelievable how thick he was. “I hate you!”

Kagami felt his heart sink as he watched you storm off. Suddenly basketball became the least of his concerns. He couldn’t just leave things like this. It would absolutely wreck him. Almost instantly, Kagami rushed after you. “Y/N! Please wait!” he called out, quickly reaching for your hand to get you to stop.

While you did stop, you immediately pulled your arm away from him in anger. “What? Shouldn’t you be going to play?” you snapped, tears streaming down your face.

“That doesn’t matter. Just please, don’t leave things like this; don’t hate me,” he pleaded, feeling himself getting teary eyed upon seeing you crying.

You paused for a moment, realising the weight of the words you spat out in the heat of the argument. “I didn’t mean that,” you said softly. “I just hate how I never get to see you anymore.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll just skip out on practice today,” Kagami said.

“You don’t have to do that. We can hang out some other time,” you sighed and sniffled, not wanting to guilt trip him into spending time with you.

“No, I want to spend time with you now. You’re right. I play basketball all the time anyways. I need to give you attention too,”he insisted, reaching for your hand again and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Alright,” you said, wiping the tears with the back your hand. “I’m sorry about saying that I hate you. That was stupid.”

To your surprise, Kagami pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as if he was going to lose you. “That scared me so much, Y/N,” he admitted, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you so much. I genuinely thought I’d lost you.”

“I love you so much too,” you said into his chest, hugging him back. “I guess I was scared I’d lose you to basketball or something.”

Kagami kissed the top of your head. “You won’t lose me, I promise.”

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #kuroko no basket x reader #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #kagami taiga #knb #kise ryota #generation of miracles

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indifferent-depravity · 3 years

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"I don't understand why you're acting this way" with Hotch please

TW: extremely dub-con, abuse, spanking, a smidge of a bdsm dynamic

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Aaron cornered you in the kitchen, trapping you against the counter with his arms. He leaned in to kiss you and you turned your face to avoid it. He groaned and ran his hand through his hair, “I don’t understand why you’re acting this way!”

You scoffed, bringing your hands up to push him back. When he refused to budge you let out an annoyed huff, “You’re not letting me go anywhere! You convinced me to quit my job so I could be home with Jack but I’m not even allowed to take him anywhere without you! I’m going crazy being stuck at home all the time, so yeah, I’m acting this way.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine when he growled and wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him, “I’m doing this to protect you, I don’t care if you’re enjoying it or not.” He chided, “If you want to act like a petulant child, I’ll treat you like one. Stop this silly act or you’ll be over my knee once Jack goes to Jess’.”

Aaron forced his lips onto yours, squeezing your neck when you didn’t kiss him back. You forced yourself to stay still, squeezing your eyes shut as he pulled away. “You know the consequences for that, little one.” He let go of your throat and walked away, leaving you leaning against the counter for support. Once he was out of the room, your knees gave out and you sank to the floor wrapping your arms around your legs as tears blurred your vision.

A couple hours later and Jack was gone to his aunt’s house, leaving you and Aaron alone. As you did the dishes from dinner, Aaron snuck up behind you. He pressed his front against your back, effectively trapping you against the sink. He kissed over your neck, making you gasp and the bowl in your hands fell into the sink with a splash. His hands wandered over your body, coming down to squeeze your ass. “It’s time to face your punishment, little one.”

You swallowed hard and pushed at his hands, “Please not right now, I need to do these.” He tutted and reached over to turn the water off, forcing you to turn and face him.

“I’ll keep that in mind if I ask when you want to be punished. You can do them tomorrow.” Aaron said firmly, “Now are you going to be good or do you need a harsher punishment?”

“Aaron please, I need to do them.”

He pulled back and you sighed, going to turn the water back on when he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. You yelped and hit his back, “Aaron put me down!” He kept walking, giving your ass a harsh smack in response to your struggles.

He dumped you onto the bed and forced you onto your stomach. “I’m not taking no for an answer anymore, little one. You’re going to learn to behave.” He brought his hand down hard on your ass making you cry out.

You frantically try to scramble up the bed but he grabbed your legs and pulled you back down the bed, trapping you against the bed with his knee on your back. Aaron rained smacks down on your ass, each one building off the pain of the last until you finally lay still, sobbing quietly into the covers.

He finally stopped and lifted his knee off your back. “Are you finally going to behave, hm?” Aaron asked gently his hands gentle as he rubbed your sore ass soothingly. You nodded into the bed, sniffling as he pulled you to stand up.

“Now do you have anything to say to me?”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir.” You mumbled, training your eyes on the floor in shame. Aaron pressed a kiss to your forehead and you let him pull you into a hug, more tears pooling in your eyes.

“Thank you, little one, I forgive you.”

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner cm #aaron hotchner criminal minds #cm #criminal minds #writing #tw; dub con #tw; abuse

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bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare · 4 years

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Stars [Corpse x reader part 2]

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨.

Warnings: Angst, self doubt, fluff, romance FYI: Y/N=Your name C/N=Channel name H/C=Hair color E/C=Eye co Summary: Y/N and Corpse were in love.. until Corpse had to leave. But what if they finally reunite..?

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When you woke up that morning, you just laid in bed and thought of the stream coming up. You had no idea who was gonna be there besides Jack, so you were pretty nervous. Checking Twitter, you saw how excited your fans were. You heard some people the group you were gonna be playing with is a really cool group. She couldn’t wait how they acted and how they were- she hoped that she would make good friendships along the way.

When you checked the time, you saw that it was 10am, which meant you still had time to yourself. You took a quick shower, got dressed, and went out to eat breakfast. You went to a Tim Hortons that wasn’t too far away from your house and ordered a donut and some coffee and you were on your way. When you got home, the donut was already gone since you were an extremely fast eater- which,, is what Corpse would tease you about.

Man, you really hoped Corpse was ok. You hoped he achieved his dreams.. You haven’t heard anything about him nor mentioned his name to your fans so no one knew of the past relationship you had. Which wasn’t surprising, you weren’t the one to be that open about your personal life. It’s call a personal life for a reason, y’know.

You guessed that Corpse moved on with life. Maybe got a job, another girlfriend, and maybe the drawing of your life with him was torn out of the sketchbook, which honestly saddened you. You wanted Corpse to be happy, but deep inside you knew you were meant for him.

You thought of him a lot, you wanted to know if he thought of you every once in a while. Did he love you even after all these years? Or was your name just wiped from his mind? You still heard his deep ravishing voice in your dreams, and still saw visions of his silky black hair. You were practically in love with your ex, which was a horrible thought. You couldn’t him off your mind.

And quite frankly, Corpse couldn’t get you off his mind.

He beat himself up everyday ever since he didn’t message you. He had no idea why- but he did think he was just scared of the commitment of a long distance relationship. He tried finding you, but all he could find was old instagrams and that was it, there was nothing.

Corpse really missed you, he never accepted another love. Even when people were going insane about his voice, he never cared to hit one up who looked attractive enough. But he wasn’t about the looks, he was about the personality. Which is how he fell in love with you.

You’re smile and your outgoing personality dragged him in. Ever since he saw you walking down the hallways of that damn middle school in the winter of 8th grade, he was in love. But he was young and was quiet, he didn’t know what love meant back then. But as he got older, he finally understood. And now he understands the pain and guilt that comes with it.

“Where are you Y/N..”

That was a common question. He really hoped you were out there somewhere, living lively and happily. Maybe with a boyfriend, or a husband, even a kid. Maybe you have a successful job and the name “Corpse” only goes back to dead bodies. Even though he wants you to be happy, he still really hopes you haven’t moved on since then...

He was up all night, as usual. Either listening to horror stories, reading them, scrolling through the internet, making himself food, listening to music, or editing videos. He was tired, but he able to push it away just like that. Insomnia got his ass, but copes.

He was setting up to record for his live stream when he noticed it was time for him to hop on. He never likes to be the first one there, but he also doesn’t wanna be the last. This time he was last- he was late.

He quickly hopped on the Discord call and joined the Among Us lobby, beginning his stream straight away.

Before he can even greet the people there, he heard a voice that soaked his skin in a familiar wave of warmth.

“Wait- Y/N?”

There was a gasp, “Corpse?!”

To be continued, I apologize.

#fleurmoon #bi-andread-tocry #loreleiix #itsminniekat #yoongi-holland #corpse husband #corpse x reader #among us

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ptergwen · 3 years

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hi could you do a fluffy blurb where the (stark)reader and peter have to babysit morgan so they go to the park and have a picnic while she plays? could you also make it a little angsty with mentions of Tony’s death? thank you <3

i went a little hard on the angst in the beginning idk what came over me but i hope you like 😭

when the news was broken that tony stark took his last breath, the whole world went into mourning. he was loved by so many, looked up to and raved about worldwide.

they say his death was an act of selflessness, that saved everyone except himself. you don’t see it that way. it’s simply a tragedy in your eyes. that a hero’s destiny is to sacrifice their life for the greater good, it’s just complete bullshit. what about the greater good of you? your mom? morgan? a father and husband are missing from your lives now.

the father who taught you how to use the extraordinary mind you were blessed with, and encouraged you to do whatever you want with it. he turned the simplest of mishaps into silly life lessons, like when he spilled a pot of coffee down the front of his louis vuitton and went on about the importance of knowing a good walk-in dry cleaner.

you’re obviously aware that people around the whole world are grieving your dad, but his absence is a heavier hole to fill for you and everyone who was in his life. this has fundamentally changed who you are, and only a couple of things can help you cope.

one of them is peter.

he’s experienced more loss and pain than most people ever will, tony’s fate only adding to it, so he understands completely what you’re going through. he comforts you while also dealing with his own grief. you not only need, but deserve the support, and only peter can give it to you in the ways you’re looking for. even his presence by your side throughout the day makes your heavy heart feel a little lighter.

what also helps is your family, mostly morgan.

she doesn’t quite get what happened to tony because you all agreed not to tell her yet. she’s smart and strong and extremely capable for a five year old. still, it’s a lot for anyone to handle, especially when you’re as impressionable as morgan. she knows that tony is gone and won’t be coming back, that’s it.

since she doesn’t have to carry the weight of her dad’s passing, she’s living in blissful ignorance. she’s the same ray of sunshine and hope, of everything good, and being around her is refreshing. she makes each day feel normal again.

pepper isn’t home because she’s on a work trip, so you and peter have the job of watching morgan. she’s thrown herself into her ceo responsibilities more than ever as a distraction. to lift your spirits a bit, peter suggested the three of you go to the park. morgan insisted that you also have a picnic, which leads you to now, halfheartedly packing a cooler in the kitchen.

“we need the juice pops!” morgan beams, going to grab the box from the freezer. “you love those things,” peter chuckles and takes them from her outstretched hands. she’s quick. tony got her into them not too long ago, and it’s an obsession now. you crack a small smile as you lean against the counter. you’re only watching them pack.

“ok, what’s next?” peter asks himself, rubbing his hands together. “sandwiches because that’s all i can make. cool.” that earns a playful scoff from you. “sounds promising.” “hey, i do a great peanut butter and jelly,” he defends and leans over to peck your cheek. you hum in content of his soft lips on your skin. “we’ll see about that. don’t forget drinks.”

after morgan demands that you two stop being gross and you finish packing the cooler, you head out for the park. it’s one you’ve been to a few times. unlike the parks in the city, this one has less going on, more isolated and peaceful.

“why not the movies or something? why this?” you ask peter as the three of you step onto the grass, morgan trailing along in between you. you’re holding one of her hands, and peter is holding the other. “because it’s nice out,” he hums in response. there’s a warm breeze and blue sky above you. “and, some fresh air might make you feel better,” he adds more seriously.

you haven’t left the house much recently, so he’s probably right. leaving it at that, you settle on a spot with a lot of open space surrounding you. peter lays out the blanket while morgan digs into the cooler. she goes right for a juice pop, an orange one that she takes a big bite out of.

“aw, man. doesn’t that hurt?” you giggle at your sister, whose answer is to happily continue chomping on the freezing cold thing. “she’s a wild one. we better hide the rest,” peter jokes, then places the cooler down in the center of the blanket. morgan gasps and rushes over. “stay away!” she gestures to peter with her stick. “or i’ll blast you.” ��and how’s that gonna work?” he tests her with a small smile.

your heart speeds up and falls into the pit of your stomach. “um... dad gave her one of his old blasters a while ago,” you explain, avoiding peter’s eyes as you take a seat on the blanket. morgan finishes off the rest of her juice pop and goes in for another. “well, she technically found it. she got to keep it, though,” you continue and pull the cooler away before she ruins her appetite. she sticks her tongue out at you.

“that’s nice,” peter murmurs, sitting down next to you, putting a hand on your back. you were in a pretty good mood until the reminder that tony isn’t here to join you hits. he can see that. “hey, morg? why don’t you go play while we set everything up,” he tells her sweetly and hand her one of the many toys she insisted on bringing. it’s her luke skywalker action figure. you blame peter for that one.

“ok, bye!” morgan is gone without a care in the world, on a pretend space invasion. once she’s out of hearing range, peter checks in on you.

“you okay? i didn’t mean to bring that up,” he says quietly and fully wraps his arm around you. clenching your teeth into each other, you let your shoulders drop. “it’s okay. i just...” you feel your throat getting tight. “i can’t believe he’s gone, peter. it’s not fucking fair.” tears cloud your vision, peter pulling you into his chest. he presses his lips to your hair.

“i know, baby. it isn’t,” he coos, a muffled whimper escaping you. you grab onto one of his biceps and let out a breath. “i wish i could move on, be more like morgan. i hate having this at the back of my mind.” peter nods as you speak while cradling you in his arms. “you get there when you get there,” he encourages and kisses your forehead for good measure. you wind your arms around his torso.

he’s so good at telling you exactly what you need to hear.

“you’ll have me through all of it.”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker angst #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you

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