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run like the wind
summary: Mitsuri tries to run, Tengen is being a bit of a backstabber and Sanemi is thrown under the wheels. But that’s okay, because Gyomei will make sure that all of them get what they deserve.
an: this is an immediate sequel to moving the mountain with gyomei getting some well deserved revenge and was commissioned by the lovely @sarahmaystock5578, thank you so much for your support, i hope you like this!
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taglist: @gxmeqr, @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo @kokupuffs
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Mitsuri could sense Tengen and Sanemi tense up next to her and felt all color fade from her face when the soft smile suddenly turned into a mischievous smirk.
“Now, it’s my turn.”
—
Mitsuri was a woman on a mission. And for once, the mission was not about saving others, or even about killing a demon. No, this mission was about nothing but her own survival. Thinking about it, she really should’ve seen this coming. But it was too late to take anything back, let alone come up with a strategy or even properly team up with Tengen and Sanemi. It was everyone for themselves and if she wanted to make it out of here alive, she had to act now.
She quickly assessed the situation. Gyomei had incredible reflexes, but when it came to speed, no one could hold a candle to her. Well, no one except for Tengen, who had already reacted to the Stone Hashira’s ominous threat by jumping out of immediate reach. But that was okay. She didn’t have to be faster than Tengen, she didn’t even have to be faster than Gyomei. She just had to be faster than Sanemi.
“Sorry, good luck!” Mitsuri regretted leaving her colleague behind as soon as she had gotten herself out of Gyomei’s reach and Sanemi’s screeching reached her ears. Whoopsie. He was gonna get over it. Hopefully.
“Wait, wahait, Gyohomehehei- I’M GONNAHAHA KIHILL YOHOU!”
“Is he talking to us?” Mitsuri crouched down next to Tengen behind a bush and peaked over it to get a good look at what was happening; Gyomei had grabbed both of Sanemi’s wrists in one hand and pulled his arms up, his other hand wiggling all over the Wind Hashira’s midsection and making him shriek.
“Oh yeah, definitely.” Tengen grinned, watching the chaos ensue with obvious amusement. “But I don’t think we have to worry about that for now.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
He really was. With Gyomei having the surprise effect on his side, as well as his strength, there was no way for Sanemi to get out of his predicament. Not to mention that he, as they all knew from the countless tickle fights that had taken place at the Master’s mansion, was surprisingly easy to overwhelm with tickles. The Stone Hashira… not so much. And Sanemi had been the one to make Gyomei crack before, so the revenge would most likely not stop until he was utterly wrecked and incapable of killing them. Which was a good thing, right?
Mitsuri found herself hesitating upon hearing another shriek from Sanemi. “But… I mean… shouldn’t we help…?”
“Are you crazy?” The Sound Hashira let out a chuckle. “No fucking way, he’ll survive it.”
“Yeah, but will we survive it?”
“Okay, listen to me.” Mitsuri squeaked when she was grabbed and pulled into what would’ve been a tactic circle if there had been more than two people present. “You and me against Gyomei? No chance. But you and me against Sanemi? We can take him, especially after Gyomei is gonna be done with him. So yes, if we just stay out of this, we’ll survive.”
The Love Hashira thought this over. Unfortunately, she couldn’t really argue with anything Tengen just said. Yes, she wanted to help Sanemi, especially because the tickling had been her idea, but also… she didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. And Sanemi hadn’t been very nice today, so maybe getting wrecked by Gyomei were just the consequences he had to deal with to make up for it. Yeah, she could get behind that. She nodded at Tengen and then turned her attention back to the desperate laughter and pleas for mercy coming from the Wind Hashira.
Only… there were none.
“Uh… Tengen…”
“I’m afraid he’s not available right now.”
Mitsuri squeaked and toppled over in surprise, frantically scrambling away from the intruder of their little not-an-actual-circle-circle. Gyomei smiled at her softly from where he was crouched down next to her and had Tengen pinned to the ground with an ease that was truly nothing but astounding. Everything about this was astounding - she had only looked away from Tengen for a mere second. She was a Hashira, for goodness sake, she should’ve noticed Sanemi go silent in the background, even if she had been focused on her own thoughts. Gyomei was massive, she should’ve heard him coming- actually, no, that wasn’t on her; Tengen, the Sound Hashira, should’ve heard Gyomei coming! Although maybe he did and just didn’t have the time to react or warn her or-
Mitsuri snapped back into reality when the first reluctant giggles were starting to spill out of Tengen’s mouth. Gyomei had grabbed one of his wrists and was holding it down, his other hand scratching lightly, gently, at his victim’s exposed armpit.
“Hehehey, bihig guhuy, do- ghahaha! Mihitsuri, gehet out ohof hehere!”
“Don’t listen to him.” Gyomei sounded as gentle as ever, all while his fingers didn’t stop the tickling for a second. “You were the initiator, don’t think I forgot that. The only thing running away will do is buy you a few more minutes.”
“Whahat?!” Tengen let out a cackle and Mitsuri saw his fingers claw into the ground as if he could somehow dig a tunnel to escape through. “Yohou dihidn’t tihickle Shinahazugawahaha for thahahat lohong!”
Gyomei chuckled, digging into the Sound Hashira’s armpit a bit harder and making him shriek. “Shinazugawa didn’t leave his comrades behind to fend for themselves, if I recall correctly.”
“He wohould hahave ihif heAHA- BIHIG GUHUY! MIHITSURI, RUHUN!”
Mitsuri slowly backed away from the scene with wide eyes. Tengen was right, running would probably be for the best. But Gyomei was also right, it would only give her some extra time… that thought, however, was quickly eradicated when the Stone Hashira found a particularly bad spot and Tengen near-screamed into the ground. Time to leave!
“Good luck,” Gyomei called after her, but Mitsuri tried her best to ignore him and the implications of that sentence as she made her way over the Ubuyashiki estate and towards the gates. They were the only pillars here today, but maybe she could get backup somewhere else; Obanai was out on a mission, but Shinobu would surely let her sit this out at the Butterfly Mansion for a bit.
Mitsuri stopped dead in her tracks, her hand already on the gate. Backup. Goodness, she was the backup! Gyomei was right, leaving your comrades behind was an awful move and while she hadn’t had a chance to save Sanemi, she could still save Tengen!
The second she turned around, the moment she accelerated, she knew she had made a mistake.
“You’re going back for him, but not for me? That’s dirty, Kanroji.”
Mitsuri barely had time to even flinch before Sanemi wrapped his arm around her waist and swiftly pulled her to the ground, straddling her immediately and making escape almost unthinkable. She was strong, yes, but he had completely overwhelmed her. Mitsuri wanted to hit herself hard - where was her attention today?!
“Eek- Sanemi, wait-”
“Oh, like you guys waited for me when Himejima attacked me?” His scowl turned into an evil smirk. “Yeah, no fucking way. Gyomei, over here!”
This time Mitsuri heard Gyomei approach. Or rather, she paid attention for once and heard Tengen’s laughter die down in the distance, then a shadow fell on her and she looked up, right into the Stone Hashira’s blind eyes as he loomed over her.
“I should probably thank you for your service, Shinazugawa.” He took both of her wrists in one hand and Mitsuri didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or cry; she couldn’t even move an inch. “But you see, I’m a little torn right now.”
Sanemi squawked in surprise when his own wrists were grabbed as well and held down by the same hand that held down Mitsuri’s. She could feel his muscles strain as he tried to pull free - unsuccessful. Gyomei’s strength was ridiculous! And all while he smiled down at them so gently, pretending like he wouldn’t hurt a fly… “Leaving your comrades behind is one thing, but betraying them? Stabbing them in the back? I’d argue that’s even worse.”
“Wha- hey! They betrayed me first!”
“An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.”
How ironic for him to say that, Mitsuri thought to herself, but she was smart enough to not say it out loud.
“Funny you’d say thaHAT- HIMEHEJIMAHAHA!”
Sanemi… wasn’t. Mitsuri tried her best not to seem too nervous as he writhed on the ground next to her in a pointless attempt to escape, although judging by the level of control she usually had over her facial expressions, she was probably failing miserably.
“Don’t worry, Mitsuri,” Gyomei spoke over Sanemi’s shrieking laughter, not stopping his relentless pinching and prodding at the Wind Pillar’s toned abs, “I haven’t forgotten about you, just wait a few more minutes.”
“NAHAHA! YOHOU AHALREHEADY TIHICKLED MEHEHE, YOHOU CAHAHAHAN’T DOHO IT FOR TOO LOHOHONG!”
“Oh, I think I can.” Gyomei’s gentle tone just made everything ten times worse and Mitsuri winced at the thought of being in Sanemi’s position. On the one hand, she felt really bad for getting him in this predicament, given that she had been the one to suggest tickling as a technique against Gyomei in the first place. On the other hand… Sanemi losing himself in laughter was a rare sight and as much as he tried to keep it one, it was no secret that he kinda maybe liked getting tickled a little bit. Still. The least she could do was offer emotional support.
“Uhm… you can do it!”
Somehow he still managed to glare at her through literal tears of laughter and Mitsuri wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Alright. No emotional support then. His loss.
She took the time during which Gyomei was tending to Sanemi to brace herself for what was to come, only to realize that no amount of minutes could possibly prepare her for anything. Every time Gyomei switched spots, every time Sanemi shrieked, she caught herself wincing and when the Wind Hashira was finally released and immediately curled into himself, she barely had time to look up before a huge hand snuck down to her midsection and began squeezing her sides.
“Aiee- Gyohomehehei!”
“Yes, Mitsuri?”
“I- dahaha, dohohon’t!”
“But why not?” Even though she had her eyes shut, Mitsuri could hear the soft smile in the Stone Hashira’s words as he prodded up and down her side. “Don’t you think you deserve this a little? After you left your comrades behind, twice?”
“Bu-buhut Tehehengen tohold mehe to- nohohoho!” she giggled and pulled her knees up, trying to block Gyomei from tickling her stomach. Unfortunately that wasn’t very easy to do when he could easily push her legs away with just two fingers while the others kept on scribbling over the thin fabric of her uniform, one of them even prodding at her belly button a little and making her squeal. “Plehehehease!”
“Please what?”
Oh no. Oh nonono. She had pulled this trick often enough on Obanai, she was not going to fall for it now. Mitsuri pressed her lips together - or tried to, at least, and then quickly gave up on it when her plan was ruined by cackles. “Gyohomehehei, nohohot thehehere!”
“Not there? Alright, then how about here?”
Mitsuri screeched and kicked out, trying her best to twist away from Gyomei’s hand. Given her limited moving space, surprise, it didn’t really work. “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE EITHEHEHEHER!”
“Why, is it bad there?” Gyomei smirked as he squeezed her hip.
“YEHEHEHES!”
“Oh, I hope it is.” Sanemi had made himself comfortable on the grass together with Tengen - apparently they had made up, which, good for them, but also, Mitsuri would’ve very much appreciated their help. Although she probably didn’t deserve it, if she was being completely honest with herself.
Gyomei clicked his tongue softly. “Be nice, you two. I don’t want to have to get back to you.” The snickering from the sidelines stopped immediately and the Stone Hashira nodded. “Good. So, it’s bad? How bad?”
“VEHEHEHERY BAHAHAHAHAD!” Mitsuri squealed, feeling the first tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Alright, alright.” Gyomei chuckled softly and finally let her go, taking his hands off and even helping her sit up. “How are you? Was that too much?”
“No, no, I’m good.” Mitsuri took a deep breath and dried her eyes, trying to stop the after giggles that were still spilling out of her mouth. “Jeesh… are we even now?”
“If you ask me, we sure are.” Gyomei stood up, the corners of his mouth slightly twitching up. “I don’t know about your fellow culprits over there.”
As the Stone Hashira walked away, Mitsuri looked over at said culprits and seeing the playful sparks in both Sanemi’s and Tengen’s eyes was enough for her to know that it would probably be a good idea for her to run once again.
#rey writes#tword fic#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#gyomei himejima#mitsuri kanroji#tengen uzui#sanemi shinazugawa#ler!gyomei#lee!sanemi#ticklish!sanemi#lee!tengen#ticklish!tengen#lee!mitsuri#ticklish!mitsuri#commission
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This is probably starting to get annoying, but here are a few more scattered, silly thoughts about the mario movie. :)
(Did I go see the movie again for the 4th time in theaters last night? YES. Is that an excessive amount of times? YES. Have I spent a ridiculous amount of money at this point? YES. Do I have any regrets? NOT EVEN THE TINIEST BIT, NO.)
Trust me, I would be totally honest if I was starting to get bored, but I'm really, really not??? I had a really tough, busy week and I just wanted to be able to relax and have a good time and it was delightful as always!!! I left feeling so much happier. I'm already thinking about going to see it next week again! No one and nothing can stop me!!!! Other than possibly my bank account, LOL.
Obviously the reunion hug takes the lion's share of the focus, but I just want to express my undying love that Luigi and Mario share MULTIPLE hugs before we even get there, and that's not even counting moments at the beginning and the end where they have an arm around each other in kind of a half-hug! They are wonderfully, unabashedly affectionate and it's the best thing in the world!!!
As much as the family is teasing Mario & Luigi about their commercial, I DO appreciate that after their dad's insensitive comment and Mario leaves the table, all the adults genuinely look a little taken aback and stare at the dad (except the grandpa who is in his own little world lol) as if to say Wow, Not Cool. Like, it seems like saying something like that would even be a step too far for the uncles! I just like that there's subtlety and layers to the family stuff, and no one is portrayed as being 100% a jerk (even if some of them have some jerk-ish qualities like the guy stealing food from poor Luigi XD)
ALSO: in fanworks, I've seen several people allude to the bedroom Mario's shown in as being only his bedroom - I was watching those scenes closely this time just to confirm to myself (because I'm annoying about being as accurate as possible, haha), and it's DEFINITELY both his and Luigi's room! It goes by quick, but you can see another bed with green sheets in the far corner of the room clearly in at least one shot, both in the Brooklyn version and in the Mushroom Kingdom version. For some reason, it just tickles me that it's SUCH a small little inclusion and not really necessary, they could have just left it ambiguous whether they actually share a room or not, but nope, that detail is there if you are looking for it! :)
Y'know, even when Mario is dragging Luigi into a dangerous situation and jumping down through what is essentially a WHIRLPOOL into the sewers, he STILL stands at the bottom and waits/watches to see that Luigi makes it down safely after him before moving forward. OVERALL A SILLY THING TO DO but, as he always does when it comes to Luigi, Mario has those extra moments of care and attention. :)
Peach going on and on about how small Mario is will always just make me smile, I'm sorry XD IT'S TRUE (and I love how he's just like "yeah, yeah, make fun of me if you want" and moves on to the important stuff without actually getting mad, it's clear he's heard it all before)
I JUST LOVE MARIO IN GENERAL. I LOVE HIM IN THIS MOVIE???? I LOVE HIM, ALL HIS LITTLE MOVEMENTS AND MANNERISMS. HE IS JUST THE SWEETEST, BRAVEST LITTLE MAN AND HE DESERVES MORE APPRECIATION
I might make a separate appreciation post but here is a shortlist of little things I love: his little "I don't want to eat this" wiggle-dance when first trying to eat the mushroom, the bashful way he kicks up his feet and holds his hands behind him when he's standing next to Peach in the Flower Fields, the way he just cutely, awkwardly WAVES HELLO at everyone wherever he goes (in Toad Town, through the crowd as they're leaving the castle, even to the Kong Guards), how he's genuinely excited to see Donkey Kong's kart for a split second before DK's "I hate you" comment, how he saves DK in the water with NO hesitation at the risk of his own life because he is just a deeply good person, etc etc etc.
As much as I deeply wish that this movie had an actual scene where Mario gets to talk more about Luigi to his new friends and the dialogue wasn't always operating at Maximum Efficiency, I DO appreciate that there are still those couple of beats where you are explicitly reminded that Mario is doing this, ALL of this, for Luigi's sake and only that. The one that got to me this time is when Peach and him have that sidebar before the DK fight where she's like "this is a REALLY bad idea" and his retort is: "well, do you have another way to save my brother!?" And then you see him go on a little face journey where he's calculating things before agreeing to the fight and proclaiming that yes, he WILL win. BECAUSE HE WILL DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING FOR HIS BROTHER AND IF THE ONLY WAY TO REACH HIM IS TO FIGHT AND WIN, EVEN IF NO ONE BELIEVES IN HIS ABILITY TO DO SO, THEN BY GOD, HE'S DOING IT. ANOTHER REASON THAT I LOVE HIM!!
The aesthetic of the shattered Rainbow Road pieces glowing in the ocean around DK and Mario (and then inside the eel) is genuinely very beautiful and I always love the effect of it!
I'M SORRY, I CAN ALSO BE VERY CRITICAL OF THIS MOVIE IF I WANT TO, BUT HOW COULD ANYONE - ANYONE - WATCH MARIO AND LUIGI WREAK ABSOLUTE HAVOC AND DESTROY BOWSER IN PERFECT, EFFORTLESS UNISON WITH THE SUPERSTARS MUSIC PLAYING AND NOT FEEL ABSOLUTE JOY??? That sequence is actually perfect, and the music is even MORE perfect. Every time, I hear it, I feel exhilarated and light as air and like anything is possible! HOW COULD YOU NOT THINK IT'S MAGICAL??? HOW??? [STANDS ON TOP OF A MOUNTAIN AND YELLS] HOW????????
Something that I have never noticed until this last rewatch and caught me genuinely offguard is that when Bowser's in the jar and Mario makes the "told ya I'd get you a turtle!" comment to Peach, if you're paying attention to Bowser, he actually does a "hardy-har-har VERY FUNNY" fake laugh as he's being all pouty, and I laughed outloud at that.
ALSO IN GENERAL, I AM SO PROUD OF THIS VERSION OF THE CHARACTERS AND THEIR WILLINGNESS TO PUT BOWSER IN ACTUAL JAIL!!!! HE DESERVES JAIL!!!! Like, I get that we're all very sweet and forgiving here and he's usually allowed to just slink away in most of the games, but seriously, HE COMMITTED VARIOUS WAR CRIMES FOR INCREDIBLY STUPID REASONS, THANK U FOR PUTTING HIM IN JAIL
The last scene with Luigi and Mario doing their handshake and then Luigi just full-on playfully poking Mario in the belly before running off is the CUTEST thing and also has the most Younger Sibling Energy of basically anything in the movie, lol. He also does it to him in the opening scene! I loveeeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
#mario movie#mario movie spoilers#super mario bros movie#this movie has clearly become a comfort film for me. it just makes me happy!#will i make another post like this? WHO KNOWS but i'm sorry if you're sick of it lol#cherrysip hc's & rambling
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Okay okay okay okay! So, after you made that post about Santi offering a “fun time” up for the other members of the Clergy, I have to request of you at least a drabble (or maybe more?) of us having a threesome with Santi and Patches. I need to know how that would go down. Please and thank you!
-surgery anon
[*cracks knuckles* Finally, time to harass this bitch. Fem reader.]
TW: Scummy behavior, Patches is taken advantage of. (Though he doesn't regret it.)
" That's your plan? Really? " You look at the incubus, who is very clearly thinking with his smaller head, instead of the big one- As usual.
" But of course, Admin. " Santi grins, pacing back and forth inside the break room, which is currently empty save for you and the demon. " Patches won't deny an opportunity to have a drink with you, and if you down a Twister, he definitely will too! He's a lightweight on top of that, we'll have him in our hands in the blink of an eye. "
You hum, watching the large monster clearly excite himself just picturing it all going down. Santi has a point, alcohol makes Patches crumble in moments, he's perhaps the most whorish drunk you've ever seen in your life. And the dullahan knows this, which might make him hesitate to drink, but getting a personal invitation from you would trap him into it immediately. Plus, you're a lot more resistant to alcohol's effects than any monster here, due to Krulu's presence in your body. It's just a matter of waiting, guiding him somewhere adequate and having your way. Easy. Fun even.
You have decided to torture the dullahan again?
Yep. It'll be entertaining this time, you promise.
Well then, do not keep your higher waiting...
Absolutely.
" So- " You begin, interrupting Santi's fevered ranting about how much he's going to enjoy this and how well fucked the two of you will be by the end. " Tell me again, why are we doing this? " The question is nothing more than a tease and you both know it.
The incubus' tail wags and his eyes lid as he crowds you to the wall. " Because I'm going to make you two see stars, love. " He slurs, head dipping to lick the shell of your ear. " Mmm and I think it would be a fantastic bonding experience. "
Yes, that's about as much logic you'd expect from Santi. Still doesn't change the fact that some very base part of you is looking forward to this. And judging by the way the demon laps at his yellow chops, you know he can tell. You lean in, though instead of offering the kiss your coworker was looking forward to, you bite his lower lip and smack a heavy hand upon his ass.
" Oh! Admin-! " He moans out, ever the theatrical whore. " Little minx... I'll put you in your place. "
Your eyes roll on their own accord. You've tamed harder at the behest of your lord, the only challenge here is keeping up. Tsk. " Yes yes, get busy now, find us a room. " And with that, you head out to the ground floor.
[...]
Gallon is pleased to see you, perhaps because this is a relatively slow hour, and he can only rearrange his glasses so many times until boredom starts chewing through his nerves. " Admin, come to visit lonely old me? " The slime mocks, tendrils curling in delight.
" Nope. " A random stool is occupied.
" Heartless. Absolutely heartless. Frigid. I'm desolate- "
" And I'm thirsty. " You interrupt. " Get me two Willows barman. "
The Willow Twister. Quite like a number of other Clergy exclusive drinks, these special cocktails, served in a sort of "coupe" glass and featuring a gentle, pinkish hue, are a very popular product. Why? Well, put simply, they're nothing more than pretty-looking aphrodisiacs, tasty, elegant, expensive- The perfect gift that sends a very particular message, I wanna fuck you silly. Excuse the French.
Nonetheless, it's that pretty thing you're going to get for yourself and the lab rat. Because subtlety is not necessary for someone as desperate as the dullahan.
" Adventurous today, are we? " The bartender muses, already fetching the appropriate utensils. " I'm not sure whether to commend or pity the lost soul that has caught your eye. "
" You're supposed to be nosy with the clients, not your superiors. " You chastise. " Besides, I only have eyes for one, you know that. This is... A playdate. "
" Ah... I see. So, would it be right to assume- "
You clear your throat. " Keep asking questions and I'll throw Fank-e's glitter containers at you. "
Gallon flinches. " ...Noted. "
A little after that exchange, the Twisters are ready, gently placed in front of your stool. You shoo the bartender away, a little insistently, and fetch your phone, sliding into the direct messages of none other than the pumpkin munchkin himself. A single text is sent. "Head up to the bar," it says, "I miss when we talked. <3"
Too on the nose? Yeah, definitely. Will he still show up? Yeah. Definitely.
Such is confirmed when you hear the nearest elevator ding. That was fast. Oh, you can picture it now, Patches getting the message, throwing his papers away, making a mad dash out the lab with those goofy boots he's always wearing. Hilarious. Poor guy, he's been going through some weird phases lately.
We are partly at fault for such.
Well, yes. Is that bad? Should this be stopped?
Are you blind, lamb? He enjoys the game more than we do.
Fair. Plausible. True, probably.
That conversation will have to wait for later, because the subject of your mild pity is currently in front of you.
" A-Admin, miss! " He... He's standing by your side like some soldier. Is he going to sit on his own? You let a couple of silent seconds pass. Doesn't look like it. Hm, maybe you and your worship really have been taking it a little harshly on him.
" Have a seat, dear. " You begin, tapping the stool. A cheshire grins spreads on your cheeks. " I got us some drinks while I waited. "
It's in that exact moment that you get to bask in the dullahan's facial expression, that vegetable head that should never be able to emote yet manages to be more expressive than real flesh at times. He goes through a myriad of emotions in an amusingly quick span of time. Shock. Disbelief. Confusion. Doubt. Vulnerability. Acceptance and embarrassment. You're not a wraith, but maybe you're starting to understand why Nebul thinks certain emotions are so delicious. Patches does sit down, after gazing at the fancy drinks like a lost mule in a desert.
" You uh- Didn't have to... " He muses quietly, dragging the offer towards himself regardless. There's a faint glimmer of infatuated hope in those pinprick "pupils", something that almost tugs at your heartstrings, considering what you're about to do to him.
But then, you think, you do love him. You love all of them. Perhaps not in the same deep, overwhelming way you covet and desperately need your lord, but there is definitely a mildly possessive affection within you for every staff member, Patches included. It's a different form of love, perhaps not the one he wants, yet love nonetheless.
"Oh knock it off, tell me about your day already. "
Conversation unfurls, and while you had to metaphorically tug at the pumpkin man to get him to speak more rather than just make goo-goo eyes at you, it flows steadily, Patches easily drinking alongside you. Truth be told, you do get along with the dullahan, him you and Ludwig have history together, many are the situations that can be looked back upon fondly. The relaxing effects of the Willow Twister certainly help, causing you both to slump slightly, leaning into the other, tossing chaste flirts here and there. His face is colored a seaweed green so dark that you'd think he's getting ripe or something. You have a nice buzz going, though the bulk of the effects are lost on your very resistant metabolism.
" ... And we were thrown out the party because I let Ludwig use my head as a sangria fountain. Again. "
" Holy shit dude- " You wheeze. " Isn't that... Didn't that feel weird for you? " Patches opens his mouth, flushes darker, and closes it wordlessly. You look down, perhaps on reflex, spotting the way his legs cross on the stool. Ah, so he's cracking already. " Guess you've always been a hardcore slut, huh? This really is your place after all. "
Patches shudders visibly, lowering his hat and flashing you an unsubtle leer. " ... I think my place is beneath your heels. "
Heh. So he can dish them out too, what a pleasant surprise.
In the dead air of what essentially amounts to The Clergy's pre-rush hours, no one really notices you sliding a leg between Patches' own, nudging them apart. He lets you, making no effort to hide the twitching length pushing at his purple garbs. The monster man pants, expectantly, his empty glass indicating he's more than ready to get fucked out. And you, well, you've never been too good at keeping your hands off your sluts. So, without shame or hesitation, you cozy up to his stool and lower a hand to the monster's lap, petting his conundrum as if rewarding him for an appropriate reaction.
" I think you're right. "
Patches makes a weak, stifled moan. Though someone picks up on it, the bartender, which has been glancing at you two for a while now. You give the slime a side-glance that reads "mind your business", and he grins, turning away. " A-Ahn, Admin- I- " A very stressed, pleading look is tossed your way, and you know exactly what the dullahan is getting at.
See, a Twister heightens one's sensitivity, naturally. Which makes it really hard to stay quiet. And while you know that the one beside you wouldn't protest much if you chose to debase him in front of a (rather small as of now) crowd, this mock-hesitation is great for your end-goal. " Do you want help, Patches? "
" Mhm, y-yes. " Your hand lifts. " Yes please! " He finally corrects himself.
Time for the killing blow. " And what would you do for that help? " You make it a point to not let him think about the question too much, stroking his length with a lot more pressure, enough to make his hips roll subtly.
" Uhn- Anything! " He whispers.
Hah.
Idiot.
" Get up then. "
" H-Huh? " Cute. You hop off the stool, straightening your clothes and offering him a blatantly predatory grin that makes the dullahan probably second-guess his wording.
" Get up, I got us a place. "
[...]
Santi didn't warn you which room you'd be staying at, so you're going to assume it's the one he usually rents out at The Clergy. It's practically his anyway. Such is confirmed when you exit the elevator, hand wrapped around Patches' own gloved one, and the incubus' door swings open slowly. The thin monster is staring at you wordlessly, like you're a goddess amidst peasants, hard as a fucking rock. Maybe you should get him drunk on Twisters more, he looks downright adorable like this. Dumb little dork.
So intoxicated and infatuated is the pumpkin monster, that he doesn't notice you leading him directly inside the lust demon's room. It's a luxurious looking place, admittedly. All heavy tones of reds, blacks and golds. Laces and silks find their home here, along with an expensive, comparatively massive bed. It's just a tiny bit barebones aside from that, though it hardly matters for the activities that take place within it. Everything about this location evokes eroticism and taboo-ness, as if this were a little rabbit hole safe from all outside elements, an intimate safe space. Or is it just the incubus hormones all over it?
It's the sex demon hormones...
A couple of moments inside, and it seems the dullahan's brain is still sputtering in an attempt to function. " A-Admin, why are we- "
Whatever he's about to say is cut off abruptly by two burly black arms wrapping around not only the dullahan, but yourself as well. You're suddenly encased in a bear hug with the demon who owns said room, yelping in shock.
" Why there you two lovebirds are! I was getting so lonely in here... " The incubus purrs, dropping to place a kiss on both your heads. Patches' hat is quickly flicked off. You and the green monster are glued to the demon enough to feel a hard, barbed length poking at both your backs.
You toss your head back to get a better look at Santi, whose face is clearly flushed a nice red hue. More than he'd usually be in sexual circumstances. Guess he wasn't kidding when he said he was really looking forward to bedding you two. Fucking his coworkers has been in his bucket list for a while, you haven't forgotten his many hints. The demon winks down at you, causing the crux between your legs to pulse. Holy shit.
" S-Santi? But- But we're in the wrong room, what- "
Both you and the demon laugh loudly. " No love, this is the room. " Santi clarifies, moving to the dullahan's side, picking and prodding at his frankly impractical clothes. You can see the flicker of distaste on the demon's eyes as he struggles to find some sort of zipper on the other man's garbs. Dumbass.
You take the moment to soothe Patches, or rather, jab him into letting this happen. " Relax, we just want to help you, dummy. And maybe, you can help us out too, yeah? " It's easier to undo someone's clothes when your brain isn't microwaved into fucking constantly like Santi's, so you get the bulk of the dullahan's clothes off while he makes flustered vocalizations and squirms between the two of you.
" H-Help you? "
" Well, I haven't had dinner yet, Patchy... " The demon starts, groping the other through his tight pants now that the purple work covering is gone. Big fat lie, the incubus never skips a meal. But it works nonetheless.
" You don't want Santi to starve, do you? " There's a grin growing on your face when the dullahan just shakes his head bashfully, legs trembling at the other's firm pawing. You reward him with a kiss, the incubus quickly stealing one from you as well.
Then, you get to see something most curious, when Santi twists the other male's head towards him and allows a long tongue to not only trace at the rim of the green one's left socket, but also shoves it inside none too gently. Gross, invasive. Hot. Patches shudders and tenses, moaning. You're content to watch, until the demon looks at you through long lashes and makes an authoritative nod towards your clothed state. Right.
You've never taken your clothes off faster. Well, perhaps you have, when your higher needed urgent care- But fact of the matter is you're still undressing shamelessly fast right now. No bra today, just the laciest pair of black panties you had lying around, because you recall the demon enjoys those. And Patches, well as long as they belong to you, he'll enjoy them.
There's an approving grunt from the bigger monster, who easily tosses the dullahan onto your grasp after thoroughly drooling into his "eye socket". Patches pants, letting bare hands skim the curves of your body while Santi pulls the rest of his clothes off. It's your turn to be pawed at, tits rolled between heavy hands while a tail barren of its golden rings drags between your legs. You wish it were something else. Patches watches avidly, eyes trained on you, gulping, fingers twitching as if he wants to reach for himself but felt shy about it. You take the moment to make an exaggerated face of delight at him, leaning back into Santi's bulk.
Out of nowhere, a sharp sting of pain to your ass makes you spring upwards with a shriek. Ah, payback... Lord, that's a strong palm.
" Get on my bed. " It wasn't a suggestion.
You tug Patches along, throwing him onto the fluffed mattress first before pouncing on top, kissing at the flustered monster here and there while he throbs beneath you, squirming like the needy thing he is. Thin fingers rise to play with the dough of your rump, trying ever so subtly to make you grind on his length, but you deny him.
A horned shadow is cast over you two, there's no doubt that's Santi. And as soon as you toss your head back, he's there, leering down the same way Morell looks at the piglets in his warehouse, lapping at sharp yellow teeth. You can see it in those bright eyes, he's planning, tail swaying pensively. One can only wonder what type of obscenities must be going through that mind to make him bite his lip and drool precum like a faucet.
Funnily enough, he seems stumped. Like the demon didn't plan this far ahead, and getting you two in the same bed is already more than he expected out of the whole endeavor.
Why do you keep assuming he puts real thought into anything to begin with?
Great point.
You shift then, emboldened, kneeling on the demon's bed, taking his weeping length in hand and sparing him a look nothing short of mischievous. Santi purrs loudly while you pump him generously, appreciating the girth of him and the fluttering barbs on his underside. " What's the matter, big boy, cat got your tongue? "
The other chuffs, a claw rubbing beneath your chin teasingly. " Mmm, hard to speak with your hands on my cock, princess. "
You resist the urge to snort, slipping your index into the demon's slit, catching the way his eyes roll for a second. Hah. " Luckily for you, I can do the thinking for all of us. Get on. "
What you have in mind is nothing wildly out of bounds, something relatively normal to start the night off with. Your panties are tossed aside while Santi settles expectantly on the bed, making a show of dragging the dullahan closer to him so the two can grind at each other like the perverts they are. You cannot get any wetter. Nonetheless, distance is put between them as you weasel to be the center of attention, Santi blanketing your back and the magic caster in front of you.
" I can't... Fuck, I- I can't believe we're doing this. " Patches murmurs, trying to cover his flaming face.
The demon watches curiously while you ghost hands around the green monster's head, giving Patches a lewd and forceful kiss before popping his head off altogether. You can think of many ways to humiliate Patches like this if you wanted, letting Santi fuck his sockets, making him finger his own head-holes while he's getting fucked, there's endless possibilities! But for now, you settle that pumpkin head below you, strategically.
" Enjoy the view, pervert. " You jab, coaxing him to kneel so you can get a better look at his vine-adorned cock. Patches appears to understand what exactly he'll be viewing, as does the incubus, who makes an elated sound behind you.
" Ooh! Clever, we're birds of a feather, Admin. " Santi growls, spreading your cuntlips for the dullahan's eyes. You don't know what to make of that statement, though your capacity to pass judgement is greatly diminished as soon as two fingers are stretching you out. You groan in frustration, as does Krulu in the back of your mind.
" Get inside and fuck me already. "
Worrying about his size is pointless. You've welcomed siadar cock numberless times, Krulu has made sure that your guts can handle a good stuffing, stretching harmlessly.
The demon grins and moans, ecstatic. " Yes ma'am! " You're about to drop your lips around the green monster's shaft before the other interrupts. " One second, love... " A saturated pink curl manifests around Patches' cock, squeezing the base tightly before looping beneath the glans and apparently piercing into his urethra painlessly.
Still makes him keen beneath you though. " A-Ahn-! What- "
" Well sweetheart, can't have you blowing your load as soon as our lovely boss lady gets to work now, can we? " The demon purrs.
" Agreed. "
Watching the magic caster squirm is funny. Even funnier is hearing his gasp-turned-whimper the moment you kiss his cock, taking half of him into you without hesitation. Perhaps, if you weren't so horny, you'd take the time to tease Patches more.
Speaking of Patches, he's getting a great show, Santi's tip parked at your soaked folds, gently pressing in while you spread yourself further and mewl around the other. The moment Santi sinks in is marked by a disgustingly wet sound that rises color to your cheeks.
There's a hiss. " Fffuck me- Tighter than a first! "
Now that you just can't resist commenting on, lifting off Patches' dick with a lurid pop, playing with his balls as compensation when he predictably whines. " Do you say that to everyone you fuck? "
Santi coos, giving you a light piston forward. " Yes. Do I mean it? Sometimes. " You suppose it's not a baseless compliment, considering the incubus' size, most people must be tight for him. The demon bends to speak right into your ear. " Krulu gave you such a hot fucking pussy, I'd die happy buried in you, sweetheart. "
Oh? So your worship altered more than just your ability to stretch.
I only made you as irresistible as you deserve to be.
That alone makes you pulse hard around the bigger monster. It was such a visceral reaction that you're sure even Patches might have been able to see your clit throb from his position. Santi reacts by hilting inside you and drooling with his tongue out, a bestial sort of whore moan echoing from the two of you.
Aroused beyond measure, you resume taking care of the dullahan, forcing your throat to accommodate his entire length- Without much effort, though still a lot of gusto. One hand taps his thigh, encouraging him to move, while the other holds his own. Sappy handholding while you blow your coworker and get railed by a horndog demon... Such is your life. And you love it.
The drag of Santi's barbs across your walls is delicious in a way you fail to describe, making you flutter and buck for more. Each frantic little motion earning you a rumble of pleasure from above. " And they say you need more than one cock these days... " The demon snickers, proud of himself, his next thrust purposely deep and slow to make you feel every bump.
Lord fuck, you're gonna cum.
Several times, in fact. Make this worth my time, chosen.
Why, you'd never disappoint.
Apparently, your near-rhythmic moaning is driving someone wild. Patches, who has gone well past the point of orgasm and is keening desperately to the sight of you getting plowed, has lost all inhibition.
" Fffuck- Please! Ah- I c-can't take it! " He cries. You're willing to bet he's actually crying.
" Aww, really? Not even just a tiny bit longer? " Santi mocks, fucking into you hard enough to make your eyes roll back. You can hardly keep up on Patches.
" N-No! Just let me- Mmff- Let me cum! I'll f-fucking die. "
Dramatic whore.
No shit, he likes humiliating himself.
The incubus apparently cannot resist torturing him further. And honestly, who can? " That bad, love? "
" I ah- I need it! " The sounds he's making are pathetic enough that you almost feel bad. " I need it- Admin gh- Fuck! "
Through the growing pleasure, you buck particularly hard against Santi, telling him to let the poor loser blow his load already. He might actually lose his mind. Santi does not care, flicking your clit instead.
" Hmm, it does sound frustrating... " The demon grins, making it a point to take his time and showing Patches how much fun he's having buried inside you while the other has to watch, unable to so much as orgasm.
" S-Santi PLEASE- "
Those seem to be the magic words, because the incubus glues himself onto your body and grabs the back of your head, pushing it even harder against the dullahan, your nose mushed to his pelvis. Your eyes water, thoroughly stuffed from both ends, feeling the magic growth around Patches' length dissipate.
" Cum then, needy slut, we have a long night ahead of us. "
The green monster moans his relief, repositioning so he can fuck your face, Santi helping him along by bobbing you on the other's cock. It only takes a couple of frenzied bucks for Patches to howl loudly and cram himself as deep down your throat as he physically can, pulsing globs of seed into you. His pathetic look, the shameless noises, and the goosebump-inducing sensation of Santi licking the back of your neck in silent praise trigger your own climax.
Finally...
Shivering and tearing up, your sight falters for a moment as you rise to cry out, hearing your own worship groan in the back of your mind. It's a powerful orgasm, leaving you glazed and disoriented, only able to register Santi's cock still drilling into you, and the several ropes of cum Patches has unknowingly marked your face with.
Good job so far, lesser.
Krulu praises. Perfect, perfect, you're being good, you're being so good-
Suddenly, you're yanked up, hitting the incubus' back while he uses both arms to secure you, pistoning fast enough to bounce you. You only register shards of broken praise and obscene compliments, muddled brain focused on the feel of the demon's tongue cleaning the jizz off your face. His pace falters, and with a strained snarl, he hilts, caging you further. Santi moans and pants freely on the back of your head as a generous jet of lust demon cum fills you up.
Perhaps, if you had never slept with a big monster before, you would have been worried by the way your lower abdomen distends a bit.
As is, you can only giggle drunkenly, observing it squelch out of you whenever the rumbling demon rolls his hips. Patches' head stares up at you two, mesmerized in desire, though quickly stained by your mixed fluids. Hah, karma.
You're gently lowered onto the sheets, sprawling out in satisfaction and getting to see the incubus offer the same cleaning treatment to the dullahan before screwing his head back on. The sensation of thick, pearly cum oozing out of you is marvelous, and given it comes from a lustful demon, it'll only be a matter of minutes until the fluid revs you up again.
" C'mere... " You lazily invite the dullahan over for a cuddle.
Santi gets in the middle, holding you two to his chest, a very self-satisfied and smug grin on his admittedly handsome features. Huh, his tits do make for great pillows.
After a couple of blissful seconds, the demon hums. " So, on a scale of 'wow you're so hot' to 'I'll never fuck better', how would you two rate this experien- "
Immediate groaning.
" Santi no- " " Just shut up- "
#Patches oc#Santi oc#pinnie's art#Krulu oc#monster x reader#yandere teratophilia#yandere monster#minors dni
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@lingering-there (gratefully accepts ur candy) your wish is yours to keep~
more baby lloyd headcanons!!!
sometimes lloyd would fall asleep on couches, training room floors, kitchen table, outside, anywhere and everywhere because he would be too stubborn to admit he was tired and go to bed. whenever this happens, cole would pick him up and carry him back to bed. when they're out and if lloyd falls asleep, he would carry the kid like a baby, with his face smooshed to his chest and drool all over his shirt but cole wouldn't mind. lloyd finds out about this happening one day when cole picks him up when he isn't fully asleep and lloyd loved it. so sometimes he pretend sleeps just to make cole pick him up. cole would be oblivious but some of the other ninja notice and would only laugh fondly at lloyd's antics. i think even after tomorrow's tea, cole would continue to do this and lloyd still being the little shit he is (and also who loves his older siblings' attention too much) would fake pretend sometimes too, maybe not as much before but it still happened
during winter, lloyd would be attached to kai. like you will not find lloyd at least five feet away from kai. he's always holding onto his arm or cuddled into him on the couch and even sneaks into kai's room to sleep because he hates the cold feeling (it reminds him of when he was out alone in the streets buuut lets not get too angsty) you'd find lloyd waiting outside the bathroom when kai's inside too.
alternatively, during summer, lloyd follows zane around everywhere. he's not too close with zane and he doesn't know if the guy likes cuddling like kai. but zane is super chill about it. he invites lloyd to make cold treats like milkshakes, smoothies, popsicles and more together in the kitchen and lloyd is happy to help (and eat!) he stays by zane's side who is happy to make sure the other was cool enough.
adding to that, i do think kai gets a little grumpy bc his baby brother is spending his time as far away from him and so he complains from the door to the kitchen and zane is teasing him saying that lloyd is his little one now. lloyd jokes with him too but does end up making a special watermelon smoothie with bananas, strawberries and extra ice just for kai.
jay takes lloyd to his first con. lloyd is starry-eyed and completely awestruck the entire time by all the cool stuff going around and the cosplays too. they couldn't cosplay for that con but the next one they went to, they both go as fritz donnegan! everyone loves their costumes (thanks to nya and zane's help)
he loves forehead kisses!! it was when nya had hugged him after he was saved from the serpentine and she had given him a big hug and a familial kiss to his forehead. it made him feel so happy that he had shyly asked her again for another one when she tucked him into bed. it always made him happy bc his badass big sister would usually always be very hesitant when it came to affection but she would always make sure to place a small kiss on his head before she goes on a mission or sees him when she comes back. (*seabound spoilers* little bit of angst, but after seabound, he regret never getting one from her one last time)
in contrast to nya, kai adored affection and was never afraid to show it. it was lloyd who was hesitant at first, but after a warm cuddle after having a bad nightmare, he would always go to kai for affection. he bonded with him due to the events at the volcano as well but that kinda set it off. you'd find lloyd holding kai's hand whenever they were out, napping on his lap after training, hugging him everytime he has to go somewhere and so much more. kai was always the first to make sure lloyd understood just how much they all loved him and accepted him into their family. lloyd definitely got addicted to the affection he received and was worried that after tomorrow's tea, kai would stop with it. but kai made sure he knew that no matter how old lloyd got, he'd always be his baby bro.
despite how i always write abt kai and lloyd being the best brothers, i do think it took them a long time to reach that point. with how vocal kai had been about his distate for garmadon, lloyd thought kai hated him for it too. and that hurt him a lot bc he felt most comfortable with kai out of all the ninja. but kai-after countless conversations with nya- did learn and grow. tbh this fic perfectly describes how that whole process would be (this fic legit changed me and became one of my fav fics of all time, 100% recommend it)
okay that's it for now, i hope it's all good!! (and for more candy, perhaps ill add more.....)
#ninjago#lloyd garmadon#lego ninjago#cole brookstone#kai smith#nya smith#jay walker#zane julien#rgb siblings#they have my heart#my favourite found family <3#baby lloyd#lloyd is a gremlin#for affection#thank you for the candy!!!
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Summary: The room became tense. Idia was chanting to himself “Please nothing outdoors, please nothing outdoors” crossing his fingers. After a dramatic pause the Headmage announced, “You will all have a slumber party.”
“HUH!?”
Scout's Notes: This fic is 10,225 words. Therefore, this fic will be uploaded in parts. This is Part Three. Part One is found here and Part Two is here. You can find the full fic here on Ao3. TheScoutsCodex: Sleep over Shenanigans.
They danced a bit more before finally putting out the extensive pallet of blankets and pillows. All the couches and chairs behind them, the tables in front of them. Trey and Jamil laid their food out for everyone to take from. Azul put the cooler under the table so everyone had easy access. Renmu went to get his Taiyaki for everyone and put the tray on the table.
Floyd gasped. “Fishies!”
“This is Taiyaki. I made each one for everyone with different fillings inside.” Renmu explained. “Jamil-Senpai, Leona-Sama, and Ruggie-Senpai have salted caramel.” Renmu said, offering them to the three. “Kalim-Sama and Cater-Senpai have dates, and everyone else has custred.”
Everyone took from the tray. Floyd, Jade, Ruggie, and Leona bit the stomachs first. Lilia bit its neck, and everyone else that was truly sane bit the face or tail.
“It’s good!” Floyd laughed. “Fishie die!”
Jade laughed. “Yes, the fish has died.
“This is so good. Totally S-Tier food.” Idia commented over a mouthful of Taiyaki.
“Thanks Idia.” Renmu mumbled.
“The custard is delicious.” Vil said in awe.
“I’m sure it is. I brought it.” Renmu stated bluntly.
The room erupted in laughter. “He had absolutely no shame when saying that.” Trey laughed out.
“So are we doing next?” Riddle asked, whipping off his hands.
“Idia brought games and movies over.” Azul replied.
“I-I thought we could save the m-movies for later.” Idia replied anxiously.
“So board games it is?” Jamil asked.
Cater nodded. “Sounds good.”
They played an array of board games and card games as Cater played music. Renmu snuck off to give Grim his Taiyaki. Grim thanked him and shooed him away. They played a huge game of Old Mage. Kalim ended up as the Old Mage multiple times. It wasn’t surprising to say the least. It took Kalim too long to pick up ques. Jamil even ended up as the Old Mage though he did do well most of the time.
Somewhere along the 6th game Riddle became the Old Mage and he wasn’t having it. “HOW, how did I become the OLD MAGE!?” he yelled. “Someone cheated somewhere!”
“That’s how the game goes. You picked the Old MAGE card.” Leona mumbled.
Riddle pouted. “We're playing again!”
The room groaned and they shuffled their cards to play again. The 8th round ended with Vil as the Old Mage. “That’s it, I'm not playing!” Vil declared. “Someone is definitely cheating!”
“He’s rage quitting.” Idia snickered.
“What, can’t take one loss?” Leona asked, teasing.
Vil scowled. “Don’t test me, Kingscholar.”
Leona scoffed. “Wanna fight?”
“Alright, new game!” Cater yelled, trying to break up the fight. Cater used a random game generator on his phone to pick a game.
“Ooh, Truth or Dare!” Kalim cheered. Half of the room groaned.
“Alright, I'll go first. I'll randomize our names to make it fair.” Cater pushed the button and waited for a name to be chosen. “For the truth option, we can either ask someone to answer the truth to a question, or you can ask someone a question that they have to be truthful about. Dare’s will be kept to a safe level. Keep it PG people.”
Once everyone was in agreement to the rules, Cater started. “Okay, Riddle Truth or Dare?”
Riddle whined. “Truth.”
“What is your biggest regret?” Cater asked. “Remember, you have to be truthful.”
“Letting you pick this game.” Riddle deadpanned.
The circle erupted in laughter. Cater smiled. “Alright, you got me. Your turn.”
Riddle pushed the button. “Ruggie, Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” Ruggie answered without hesitation.
“I dare you to stop laughing for 5 minutes.” Riddle commanded smugly.
Ruggie whined. “What kind of dare is that?”
“A dare you will lose at.” Leona mumbled.
Ruggie rolled his eyes and pushed the button. “Hah, Leona, Truth or Dare?”
Leona snarled. “Dare. I don’t wanna tell you all nothing.”
“Isn’t that easier than the Dare.” Riddle asked.
“I dare you to lick someone in the room!” Ruggie said with a snicker.
The room went silent. Riddle looked at Ruggie with a smirk. Ruggie frowned. “Man…”
“That’s gross!” Vil, Azul, and Jamil yelled. “Don’t do it!” Azul pleaded.
Leona smirked and began crawling like a lion on the hunt. No one knew who he was trying to target as he crawled. Then they realized he was staring at Renmu.
“Leona-Senpai, don’t you-”Renmu didn’t finish the sentence. Leona already jumped on him. Renmu scrambled to push Leona off. “Eww, eww, eww, iya, iya, iya!” Renmu yelled.
Leona pinned his arms down and licked the side of his face. Renmu screeched as the hot wet appendage slid across his skin. “Ewww.” Renmu whined.
“I wanna lick shrimpy too.” Floyd whined.
Leona got up and moved to his spot. Renmu dashed out of the room and went to wash his face. They paused the game until Renmu returned. Renmu rushed back in and sat back down. Renmu glared at Leona. “Nasty!”
Leona let out a loud laugh.
“Leona. Your turn.” Cater said, passing the phone.
Leona pushed the button. “Kalim.”
Jamil gave Leona a warning look. Leona rolled his eyes. “Kalim, Truth or Dare.”
“Dare!” Kalim yelled happily.
“Kalim!” Jamil shouted.
“I dare you to tell Jamil one thing you don’t like about him.”
Kalim looked at Leona confused. “Huh but I, oh wait…” Jamil looked at Kalim in shock.
“I hate how you don’t let me take a bath with you anymore.” Kalim pouted.
“I told you it’s because we are far too old for that!” Jamil said, his face heating up.
“We used to all the time when we were younger.” Kalim argued.
“Because we were kids, Kalim!” Jamil shouted back.
They laughed at their banter. “Next.” Jamil commanded.
Leona passed the phone to Kalim. Kalim pushed the button and waited. “Trey, Truth or Dare?”
“Hmm, Truth.” Trey answered.
“Is it true you have never been collared by Riddle?” Kalim asked.
Trey nodded. “Yes.”
Kalim passed the phone to Trey to push the button. Trey smirked. “Renmu, Truth or Dare.?”
Renmu didn’t like the look Trey was giving him. Everyone knows that deep down Trey could be a sadist and cruel when he wanted to be. Renmu hoped that he would take mercy on him Renmu gulped. “T-Truth?”
“Is it true that you think that Vil is sexy in heels?” Trey asked with a evil smirk.
Vil choked on his drink. Renmu’s mouth was agape, his face beet red. The room was hysterical.
“I-I don’t want to answer that!” Renmu stammered.
“Your face says it all, dear boy.” Lilia snickered.
“If you refuse the truth, you have to pick a dare.” Trey explained.
“F-Fine, dare!” Renmu shouted.
“I dare you to tell Vil he looks sexy in heels.” Trey command.
Cater was rolling on the floor laughing. “Trey, you're evil!” Cater cried.
Renmu was sputtering like a fish out of water. “Vil-Senpai, you’re sexy in heels!” Renmu all but screeched.
Vil hollered. “Oh I know I am.”
Trey passed Renmu the phone. Renmu reluctantly took his turn. “Malleus-Sama, Truth or Dare?”
Malleus hummed. “Truth.”
“Wimp.” Leona sneered.
“Is it true that you can breathe fire?” Renmu asked curiously.
Malleus smiled. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Small green flames escaped his lips. Smoke billowed from his nostrils.
“Yaba!” Renmu said in awe.
The game kept going. Malleus ended up daring Floyd to dance, which he did very well. Floyd surprisingly ended up getting Jade and he dared him to kiss Azul. Azul was up in arms. Jade gave his Housewarden a kiss on the head. He would spare Azul the embarrassment this time. Jade got Jamil and Jamil had to tell a time where he lied to Kalim. Jamil told him that he lied about what happened to their pet bird. It had died and he told Kalim that it flew away. Kalim didn’t seem too fazed by it. He just nodded his head. Jamil got Lilia. Of course Lilia chose dare.
“I Dare you to do a handstand.” Jamil commanded.
Lilia got up and effortlessly did one. Now it was Lilia’s turn. Lilia chuckled. “Vil, Truth or dare?”
Vil sighed. “Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss someone.”
“What is up with guys and kissing. So unsanitary…” Idia mumbled.
Vil groaned.
“He won’t do it.” Leona challenged.
“Oh, you think I won’t? Yeah I won’t kiss the likes of you, not for even a second.”
Leona rolled his eyes.
Vil crawled into Rook’s lap. The circle began to groan in disgust. Rook looked far too happy.
“Of course you would pick Rook.” Cater said.
“Of course I would. I use him to test my lipstick.” Vil said, rolling his eyes. “What kind of kiss?” Vil asked.
“Any kind.” Lilia said smiling.
Vil kissed his forehead, then his nose. Followed by his cheek then the other. Vil tucked his hair behind his ear. “Told you I would.”
“Aww, that was totes cute.” Cater whispered.
“That was gross. I feel like I need to vomit.” Leona whined.
“Vil, you’re up.” Cater announced.
Vil took the phone and pushed the button. “Ah, Cater. Truth or dare?” Vil asked.
Cater rejoiced, “Dare!”
“I dare you to expose a secret from a person in the circle.” Vil said with a smirk.
A few people in the circle went silent. None one wanted something that they held deep down exposed and shared to the world. Cater hummed and looked at Renmu. Renmu swallowed thickly. Renmu wondered what secrets could he know about him? He never did much of anything. He didn’t make a fuss or start trouble, he didn’t even talk in class. How did he let even one secret thing about him slip!?
“So sorry Renny, Renmu has no eyebrows…” Cater stated bluntly.
Renmu gasped and they went silent. “Renmu has no eyebrows?” Kalim asked befuddled.
Renmu whined. “CATER WHY WOULD YOU TELL MY DARKEST SECRET!?”
“Let me see!” Leona yelled sitting up.
“Iie!” Renmu wailed. “It’s hideous!”
Cater crawled over to Renmu and pulled up his bangs. They gasped at the sight. “He seriously has no eyebrows!” Ruggie yelled in shock.
“Did you shave them off!?” Azul asked in horror.
Renmu shook his head. “I was born without them…”
“You have a big scar, what happened?” Leona asked.
Renmu shuddered. “I rather not talk about that right now…”
Cater could see that the Prefect became very uncomfortable with the subject and that it was something he was not ready to share with the rest of them. “How about we call it quits?” Cater asked to change the subject.
It was getting dark and Trey suggested that they watch a movie. Idia took out all the movies he had brought with him. Some were sci-fi themes and or action. He did have a few thrillers mixed in. Leona suggested they watch a scary movie.
“Absolutely not.” Riddle said firmly.
“Why, you chicken?” Leona asked, his big buff arms crossed over his broad chest.
Riddle’s face turned red. “I am NOT!”
“Then watch it.” Leona pressed.
“T-The movie isn’t all that scary…” Idia mumbled. “I’ve watched it thousands of times.”
“I'm fine with it.” Vil commented, as he braided Renmu’s hair.
“I wanna see it!” Kalim yelled.
Riddle sighed. “Fine. If it gets too much, turn it off.”
They took the time to clean up, take bathroom breaks, and rearrange the room. Renmu checked on Grim who was knocked out on the bed. Trey was brushing Riddle’s teeth in the bathroom which Renmu thought the sight was funny. Renmu came back to the lounge to find a huge black tent in the room. Jamil was carefully wiping away the makeup off Kalim’s face with a cloth.
“What’s this?” Renmu asked.
“Don’t come in yet!” Cater yelled from the inside.
Before Renmu could get another answer, Rook picked up Renmu and brought him back to the lounge bathroom. Vil was in the vanity mirror, applying face cream to his face. His hair was tied up in a bun.
“Bring that little face here.” Vil commanded.
Renmu smiled and walked over. Vil Took a cloth hair band and tied it around the edges of his hair. Vil then rummaged through his bag and handed Renmu a tube of pink gel. “It’s face soap. Both of you put that on after you wet your face.”
Renmu took some soap then handed it to Rook. They wet their faces then applied the soap. The soap smelled sweet like roses and melons. Renmu rinsed his face at the sink once it was lathered. Vil took a washcloth and patted Renmu’s face dry. Vil took out a small spray bottle and shook it. “Close your eyes.” Vil commanded.
Renmu did and sprayed the liquid on his face. Renmu instantly flinched as the cold droplets hit his skin. Vil chuckled lightly as he ran his hands across Renmu’s face. Vil’s hands felt good against Renmu’s skin. They were surprisingly soft. Vil finished and turned him to Rook. Rook had a weird pancake looking jelly thing in his hands. Renmu then realized it was a face mask. Rook placed the mask on his face. Vil had one on too.
“Roi du Poison, let me do yours?” Rook asked.
Vil didn’t answer, he simply walked over and sat down in front of Rook. Rook began to spread the dark purple gel on his face with a little spatula. It smelled like grapes, roses, and blueberries.
“Once this is on his face, he won’t be able to talk.” Rook said, as he spread more on Vil’s face.
“‘Ut da ‘ip rub ‘n emmu.” Vil uttered incoherently.
Rook finished then walked over Vil’s bag and rummaged through the various skin products. Rook pulled out a small container and popped the lid. He took a small spatula and scooped up a small amount of the pink substance and applied it to Renmu’s lips.
“Let that sit for a bit, mon amour.” Rook instructed.
They sat in silence as Rook moisturized Vil’s hair. The mask on Vil’s face was hardening. He had an eye mask and lip mask on as well. All of it was like jelly. A timer went off from Rook’s phone. Rook stopped the timer and wiped off his hands. Rook took a new cloth and wiped away the scrub from Renmu’s lips. Rook ran his thumb across the soft muscle.
“His lips are soft.” Rook said fondly.
Rook leaned down and gave Renmu a peck on his lips. Renmu flushed red and was thankful for the mask on his face. Rook laughed proudly. Rook peeled the mask from Renmu’s face and discarded it. He then rubbed the remaining substance into Renmu’s skin.
“And now the cream.” Rook said, applying a generous amount in his hands and smearing it to Renmu’s skin.
The cream was light and it soaked in almost instantly. Rook took a step back and smiled. “You are done, Monsieur Corbeau.”
Renmu looked at himself in the mirror. His skin was practically glowing. It looked so soft.
“Beautiful, non?” Rook said behind him. Renmu nodded.
Another timer went off and Vil got up. Rook and Vil began pulling their masks off their faces. Their masks were more attached to their skin than what Renmu’s was. “Doesn't that hurt?” Renmu asked.
“Beauty hurts, little piggy. You get used to it.” Vil said as he slowly peeled the mask off.
Cater peaked inside the bathroom. “We are ready.”
“Alright, we are almost done.” Vil said applying more cream to his face.
Cater took Renmu back to the lounge. All the lights were off. There was a faint light coming from the tent. “Ready?” Cater asked excitedly. Renmu nodded.
Cater pulled the curtains open. Everyone was sitting inside, surrounded by cushions, pillows and blankets. Idia’s laptop and projector were hooked up. The movie projected on the curtain like a projection screen. Vil and Rook walked in soon after.
“Come sit.” Riddle beckoned. Remuu sat down next to Riddle who was next to Trey.
“It’s a blanket fort well, more like a blanket tent. Do you like it?” Cater asked. Renmu nodded vehemently.
Riddle laughed. “Grim was the one who told us that you never had a slumber party. So we made sure to make your first memorable.”
Renmu smiled. He was happy that Grim thought of him like that. He came off as indifferent and uncaring whenever Renmu was involved. But now he thought otherwise.
“Now that everyone is here, let’s watch the movie.” Lilia announced.
Everyone picked somewhere to sit and got comfortable. Idia looked at everyone. “Ready?”
A chorus of “Yep” and “Yes” was heard and Idia pressed play.
You have reached the end of Part Three. Hooray! ٩(◕‿◕)۶ Thanks for reading.
Part Four, the last part, can be found here.
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Oh god my silly goofy brain can’t stop but hi again! Its been a long time I wanted to post this somewhere so why not here?
Thoughts on the show Murder Drones:
Heads up: I personally suck when it comes to expressing thoughts or ideas,so sorry in advance if I all of this is a mess or gives a wrong idea,all of this are just my thoughts and opinions,if you disagree with them thats ok! Just be respectful
So as for now I have watched and seen every single official content of MDs and boi its a blast of a series! I originally knew Glitch Productions from Meta Runner! Anyways
I love the series,but like with everything,it has its problems
The humor in the show was a bit too “on the nose” for me in the pilot,but the jokes have grown in me,and EP2 nails it with my humor taste!
As for the animation? Stunning but it does bother me a little but that is has a lot of problems with clipping,especially the pilot but EP2 doesn’t seem to have as many as the pilot. The clothing of the characters sometimes look…wonky? I guess thats how I would describe it?
And as for the writing? I feel like it has a lot of potential but it seems like thats cut short due to the fact that the series is going to be short (being around 8 episodes according to the fan wiki) and also with the amount of minutes episodes have (I wouldn’t mind having to wait longer for 40 mins episodes of MDs) so some concepts seem to has a really fast pace for me
I think my main problem with is Ns redemption arc,Now now put down your pitchforks please-
I don’t mind N switching sides since the pilot,its more of its execution…it felt a tad bit rushed
I would have enjoyed that before N spared Uzi,in the time they were bonding in the ship,bc at that time N thought Uzi was a DD, I would have liked if they talked about how they feel around other people. Like maybe uzi could make a joke or a reference on how shitty school is for her,how her people reject her,maybe that she is constantly alone and doesn’t feel loved by her father. And the both could bond over the fact they are outcasts and desperate of approval or affection. This could make N sparing Uzi as more of “the last straw” since he already knows how shitty people treat her,seeing her dad leaving her for dead be “the nail in the coffin” for him. Basically make them bond over their shared problems before Uzis spare.
I understand that Ns killing spree in the pilot happened bc he wanted to get rid of Uzis railgun,but he also wanted to take down Uzi too and he also killed a bunch of WDF members. If he truly wanted to just get rid of the gun he could have simply stole it and destroy it but he didn’t why? Because he wanted to “give his best” but I feel like that didn’t come to me after a few weeks of analyzing it (or maybe am stupid) So make this man show his desperation,show this cinnamon roll desperation for approval even if it means killing innocents,he wants nothing more but the safety and approval of his co-workers and the company to extreme lengths.
Anyways back to him switching sides,I want the this boyboss to suffer- OK OK HEAR ME OUT PLEASE-
N does show regret from all the mass murder,but lets make that shit even better. I want to see N having a existential crisis,I want him to be consumed by guilt by the fact he killed thousands,ruined countless of families and gave them insane amount of trauma.
I want him to deal with the fact he did horrible things and there is nothing he can do to fix it. I want him to be scared of himself . I want Uzi to be hesitant of befriending him,maybe even sometimes getting flashbacks from their first encounter making her afraid of N,making N feel horrible about himself.
I want him to go “well,I definitely have done horrible things that can’t be undone,but I can change for the better”
Like please it would be the perfect arc for him PLEASE-
And of course,I want to see some WDs still be terrified,angry,scared of him. Like even of he saves a bunch of WDs some of them will still resent N for all the damaged he has causes in the past. He could Encounter WDs who had scaped from him,family members or friends of the ones he killed,and they simply can’t bear to trust him which is completely valid
It could also be a nice contrast to Uzi’s arc,Him having a redemption arc and having to earn some of the colony’s trust and accept the fact that he can’t be trusted by everyone unlike Uzi’s arc which is literally a Villian arc and loosing trust of everyone around her that she slowly gained
Edit: Btw I am aware that N wasn’t malicious or anything and just simply following orders,this is more after he switches sides,like after he realizes WDs were actually innocent lil dudes vibing,all of this is more of a “oh shit,oh fuc-“ moment
I also want to see Js backstory,maybe a bit more depth for her,I hope we get a backstory for her and it explains her hatred for N
I hope to also see a bit if more Vs character and development! She wasn’t really someone I was interested in until EP2 (Damm EP2 was really a step up)
I honestly enjoy most of the character because they aren’t simply “good or bad” (except for J,lizzy,they are jerks. Thad is literally a saint. And also I don’t personally consider Khan being “bad”,like yeah he fucked up he isn’t malicious or evil)
Speaking of khan…I actually grown on him,no joke,let me explain
Yes he left Uzi for dead,which is horrible but understandable. The more you look at it my man was having a ptsd attack,he was shaking for gods sake,he probably wasn’t thinking straight. He also showed deep guilt in doing it
Yes information gotten from the backgrounds have shown he prefers doors over Uzi and in an interview he calls her a disappointment,which is horrible but some of his thoughts process are understandable or have changed (I think)
At the end of EP2 he does show genuine care for Uzi he just..sucks at parenting which can happen! You can care for someone and want to but your execution sucks ass
I honestly find his character fascinating,it seems (and I hope) that the direction they are going to take his character is from being a shitty father to improving as one
I have rarely seen parental characters who start shitty but later improve for the sake of their loved ones,which is super fun and can have wholesome moments
(Btw am not justifying Khans actions,am just telling you that they are understandable)
Also the ending of episode EP2 has shown that Khan may have some tension with N,which is valid honestly and I am excited how it will play out
Also we need more content of Thad,Uzi and N bonding together (I call them the TUN squad)
I also want Lizzy character development,please give the lesbian development like her gf. I only slightly like her bc of her funny moments and bc she is pretty.
Also am so sorry but the WDs school uniform needs a redesign am so sorry- like what are those colors??? They look fine by themselves but they don’t match with the color pallet of the students!
I also prefer Dolls hair color from her concept art or from the pilot,and I want Lizzy to have pink tips in her hair like her concept art
Also I know I want the idea of the boyboss going through a complex redemption arc but I need more Evil laughs from this man..please…🛐🛐🛐🛐 His short ass evil chuckle from the pilot and the teaser makes me go 🛐🛐🛐 (as you can see I am very down bad for this man)
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Chapter 20: Ronny's Apartment
Ronny didn’t take a direct path home, in case he was being followed. By the time he circled around to his apartment building, it was late, and the large side of the city was enveloped in the black velvet of night. Tanya stayed quiet in his hand, quaking slightly. Ronny wasn’t sure if she was just experiencing strong emotions, or if she was afraid of him. He hoped her shivering wasn’t from the latter, although he could certainly understand if she was frightened. Even though he had saved her, he was still a Giant after all, and he figured she must’ve had some pretty terrible interactions with Giants at the restaurant. He knew he would have to be very patient and understanding with her.
As he ascended the stairs of his apartment building, a pit of nervousness settled in his stomach. He had not prepared for this moment at all. He didn’t know how Patty—he had to remind himself she was now Tanya—would react. He couldn’t read her well. He had no idea if she actually liked him or not, at all. She had been sweet and kind to him, and he had definitely felt a connection, but he had to consider the context of all their interactions up to that point. She had been an entrée on his dinner plate: Of course she had been nice to him. He’d be foolish to assume she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. She was probably just placating him.
Ronny exhaled when he reached his apartment and placed his hand on the door handle. He opened the door and internally cringed upon seeing the familiar mess that greeted them. Since he hadn’t planned anything out, he hadn’t bothered to clean up at all in anticipation of having a guest over. He burned with shame as he surveyed the mountains of garbage on the floor, tables buried under dirty coffee cups and plates, clutter and grime and dust.
“Well... this is it,” he remarked. He waited for the inevitable criticism. Tanya was sure to comment on how disgusting his living space was, just like his ex that always nagged him for being lazy and sloppy. He sighed morosely.
Tanya craned her neck back to gaze up at him. “Thank you for opening your home to me, Ronny,” she said with a kind smile. “I really appreciate it.”
Ronny arched his eyebrows with surprise, not expecting such gratitude, but quickly repressed a blush and coached himself back to a more neutral expression. “S-sure thing,” he mumbled. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He hesitated, not sure what to do. His stomach grumbled, reminding him that he had hardly eaten anything at all today. Tanya instinctively shuddered at the sound.
“Sorry,” Ronny apologized. He felt guilty for scaring her with his body, and even more guilty when he recalled how he had been fantasizing about eating her earlier. His hunger, and indeed his lust, had been the primary driving force that had compelled him to obsess over her and provided the motivation to save her from Bucky’s in the first place. Yet again, he was disgusted with himself for his selfishness.
“I-it’s okay,” Tanya responded softly, pulling Ronny out of his spiral of regret. “I understand. You can’t control what your body does.”
Ronny shoved away his unpleasant thoughts and returned his full attention to Tanya. “I should eat. Are you hungry at all? I can make you something.”
“Actually... yeah, I am,” Tanya admitted. Ronny carried Tanya to the kitchen and set her down on the countertop. He was saddened to see her shaking again in response to being in a Giant’s kitchen. Her eyes nervously darted around to examine the oversized kitchen accoutrements around her, including Ronny’s gigantic coffee pot, the immense shiny toaster, and in particular the block full of large knives. Her face paled to a lighter shade, but Ronny could tell she was making an effort to compose herself. She struggled to stop shaking and gave Ronny a weak smile. The corners of his lips turned up in response.
Ronny was tired, and he didn’t have much time before he needed to get to sleep since he had work the following day, so he heated up a frozen prepackaged dinner in the microwave. He was somewhat embarrassed, to feed a guest such slop, but he didn’t have the energy to put in more effort. He collected a saucer from his kitchen cabinet and spooned out microscopic portions of the soft mush sufficiently sized for Tanya, keeping the rest for himself. He pulled up a chair to sit in so he could be closer to Tanya while he ate dinner.
He set down the saucer in front of her. “Unfortunately, I don’t have any human silverware,” Ronny informed her, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’ll have to eat with your hands.” After a moment of consideration, he tore off a small strip of paper towel and handed it to her.
“That’s fine,” Tanya said. “We didn’t get silverware at Bucky’s either. He made us eat out of a trough like swine.” She grimaced at the recollection and chased it out of her mind. “At least I’m finally free of that horrible place.”
She shoveled some of the food out of the saucer with her hands and began to eat. The food wasn’t very appetizing, when Tanya was used to eating restaurant-quality leftovers, but she was grateful nevertheless. She’d rather eat the most insipid, revolting slop for the rest of her life than be trapped at Bucky’s with the finest dining. Besides, Bucky had been fattening up the humans to make them more palatable for customer consumption, quite an unsavory consideration that lessened the pleasure of good food.
Tanya surreptitiously examined Ronny as the Giant quietly ate his own meal with a fork, head down. He glanced over at her and she quickly averted her gaze to her food and continued eating. She still wasn’t sure what to think of Ronny. He had saved her, and she owed him so much for that, but she was uncertain of his intentions. She had only had a few interactions with him, but she didn’t know him all that well, and he seemed like a mysterious and complex character.
Just because he had saved her, didn’t mean that he had her best interests at heart. Tanya’s innards twisted up as she realized she might be in trouble. This man was still a Giant, after all. He had ordered her as food and eaten her every time she ended up on his dinner plate. Being “nice” and “saving her” meant nothing if he had just taken her to use her for his own purposes, to satisfy his own needs.
What if he took her home just so he could eat her—or worse—as much as he wanted? He was acting civilized now, but that could change in a heartbeat. What if he kept her as a pet, a toy, an object for his own amusement? Tanya gulped and started to sweat. She looked around the kitchen, recognizing how helpless and small she was, even outside of Bucky’s, in spaces designed for Giants to live. She couldn’t even escape the kitchen counter without dying. She started to hyperventilate. She was trapped again. Panic seized her heart with icy fingers and refused to let go.
“Tanya? What’s wrong?” Ronny’s deep Giant voice snapped her out of oblivion. She was abruptly aware that Ronny had stood up out of his chair and was leaning over her, casting a dark shadow as he blocked out the light. The colossus of a man crouched down to be closer to her level, touching his scruffy chin to the counter and planting his gargantuan hands on the countertop. “Are you okay?”
Beholding him so vast and close, almost to where she could reach out and touch him, filled Tanya with foreboding. She briefly lost her voice as she stared into his landscape of a face, up into his dark eyes. However, she didn’t sense any malice from those eyes, only concern. Perhaps even hurt, a soft weakness hiding behind a feral intensity. She swallowed and struggled to form words.
“Ronny...” she squeaked. He stayed motionless, waiting to see what she had to say. She took a deep breath. “Why did you save me?”
Ronny blinked. “To... rescue you from Bucky’s? I thought that’s what you wanted?” His face contorted with confusion. Maybe mild anger.
“Well, yes, of course. I’d be dead right now if you didn’t.” Tanya had to stop and compose herself as she recalled the horrors she had seen, and how she was nearly snuffed out in the same brutal manner. She took a shaky breath. “I’m not expressing myself here clearly,” she muttered.
Ronny’s black eyebrows turned down, bringing a dark edge to his expression. “I don’t understand.” Tanya took a fearful step backwards.
“What I mean is... what I’m trying to say...” She choked down a thick lump forming in her throat and forced her mouth to expel her thoughts. “What do you want with me? What are your intentions?”
Ronny seemed taken aback by her questions. He blushed hotly and struggled to recover, to hide what he was really feeling, but his sentiments were plain as day on his roasting cheeks. “Um... I dunno...” He staggered back, putting some distance between himself and Tanya, and sat bashfully back down in his chair. He looked down at his hands and fidgeted. “I don’t know. I just wanted to help you. I didn’t really... um... plan any of this out,” he clarified. He shot her an embarrassed glance, to gauge her response.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Tanya’s heart fluttered in her chest. She did think Ronny was a very attractive man. She just didn’t know him well enough to trust him with her life, and she wasn’t going to be very trusting of Giants in general after everything she had suffered through at their hands. She felt differently about Ronny, though. He didn’t appear to have ill intent. He seemed to be grappling with his feelings, as if ashamed of himself. Tanya’s heart softened with sympathy. Even so, she wanted to be clear that she was safe.
“You won’t... do anything to me though, right?” Tanya asked him timidly, nervous about how he would answer.
Ronny gave her a long look, clearly clueless. “Like what?”
“Like... keep me prisoner? Eat me? Hurt me? Or...or...” Tanya trembled as her imagination conjured up even darker possibilities.
Ronny looked horrified. “Heavens, no! I would never hurt you!” He felt a tug of guilt as he remembered all the terrible things he had done in the past, but he pushed those thoughts firmly out of his mind. He was trying to do better now, and dwelling on the past wouldn’t help. He was a changed man. He scooped her up in his hands and brought her up close to his face in earnest.
“I won’t keep you here if you’re determined to leave,” he assured her, and she seemed relieved at his words. “However, you might want to stay hidden for at least a couple of days so they don’t find you. After that, I’ll be happy to help you back over to the human side.”
Tanya’s momentary relief melted into melancholy. “I don’t think I can go back...” she murmured quietly. She realized, in that moment, that she wasn’t just a fugitive on the large side of the city. She hadn’t served her full sentence. If she rejoined the humans, she could get caught and sent back. It dawned on her she’d never be able to go back and live a normal life. She was overwhelmed with despair, and tears pooled in her eyes. She might never see her family again.
Seeing her so upset, Ronny didn’t think to ask for her reasoning. He sought to comfort her as best he could. “Hey, hey...” he cooed gently, cupping his hands in a sort of hug around her. “We’ll figure something out. You can stay here as long as you’d like, okay? It’s not like you take up a lot of space.” He smiled.
Tanya nodded, sniffling. Ronny marveled that he could feel such tenderness for a human. He had never experienced that sort of protective urge as he felt now, to defend the miniature woman sitting in his hands from any harm. Usually he felt more like eating humans, or tormenting and crushing them. He was slightly disturbed by this change in his heart, but it wasn’t an unwelcome development.
The night was late, and Ronny found himself yawning. Tanya shirked back from his gaping mouth, but Ronny failed to notice. “I have to get to bed. I have work tomorrow,” Ronny observed, lumbering to the bedroom with Tanya in his hand. Tanya suddenly felt nervous for a whole different reason. Ronny’s bedroom was just as messy as the rest of his apartment, with dirty clothes strewn on the floor, empty cups on his nightstand, and the bed unmade. Ronny’s bed was large enough for two, but he only slept on one side out of habit. He set Tanya down on the side he didn’t use, on a pillow. She sank down into the cushion, but her plush perch was comfortable.
“I’m going to take a quick shower, since I was running around and got all sweaty,” Ronny informed her. Truthfully, he was very tired and didn’t want to bother with cleaning himself up, but he didn’t want to be smelly around Tanya either. He ran a hand through his slick black hair. “Is there anything I can get you? Anything you need?”
Tanya looked down, picking at her rubbery clothes. “You wouldn’t happen to have any other human clothes I could wear, do you?” She doubted Ronny would have anything for a human and was disheartened at the prospect of wearing the distasteful, indigestible clothing from Bucky’s.
“Sadly, no,” Ronny answered, his eyes softening. “I’ll look into that tomorrow for you. I know you don’t want to be dressing in scant, slutty clothes like that.” Tanya bit back a saucy retort. She didn’t understand Ronny’s peculiar fixation on modesty. She figured she could overlook his odd personality quirk for now, but she didn’t like the idea of him judging her arbitrarily for what she wore.
“Okay,” she affirmed with a nod. Ronny walked out of the room and left her alone while he went to shower. Tanya surveyed the vast bedroom, feeling very small in comparison. The bed alone probably had enough square footage to fit an entire building. She was anxious about sleeping in the same bed as Ronny, but the side she was on appeared untouched. She questioned why Ronny had such a big bed, which looked to be a queen size mattress by human standards, if he only used half of it.
As she listened to the sound of running water in the next room over, Tanya wondered what lay ahead, what her life would be like now. She felt calm, knowing she wouldn’t wake up at Bucky’s and live with the constant fear of being eaten alive, fatally or not, hanging over her head. She was nervous, but cautiously optimistic. She was swimming in uncharted waters, but she figured it couldn’t possibly be worse than what she had suffered through before.
Ronny returned, fresh and clean with wet hair, wearing light shorts and a shirt for sleeping in. He usually just slept in the buff, but obviously that would not be appropriate with a guest. Tanya couldn’t help but flush pink under the circumstances, with her sitting in the bed of this very alluring Giant man, admiring his sturdy body and well-formed limbs visible under his clothes. Ronny didn’t seem to notice, since she was so tiny and he was not very observant with his fatigue. He climbed into bed and clicked off the lamp on the nightstand. Tanya felt the enormous mattress creak and bend with the addition of his hefty frame.
“Goodnight, Pat—er, Tanya,” Ronny corrected himself. After pondering for a second, he pulled up the blanket high enough over the pillow to cover Tanya so she wouldn’t get cold and tucked her in.
“Goodnight,” Tanya responded, barely above a whisper. Ronny laid down flat on his back and fell asleep soon after. Tanya gazed up at the living mountain next to her for a while, observing the rise and fall of his massive chest and the serenity of his stern facial features in slumber, before drifting off herself.
Chapter 21
Chapter 1
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Brazen Qualities Ch 12
warnings: language, angst, hurt.
Heather wasn’t sure which was better, trying to sit still or pacing through the waiting room. At least when she was sitting it was easier to hide her tears, discreetly wiping them away with the back of her shaking hand. Everything had been fine, it wrapped up near perfectly after being such a fucking disaster, and now this? She could still feel the jolt of terror in her chest from the moment she first saw the gun, no matter how much you and Doug didn’t get along, she was more than well aware that that bullet was one hundred percent intended for her.
Instead you were the one who was currently open on an operating table.
Her phone had been going off like crazy when she first got to the E.R, news reports were popping up everywhere that shots had been fired out side of her press conference, but nothing included further details, or who exactly was hit. She had a rather shaky conversation with her husband, reassuring him that she was fine (physically) but didn’t want to leave the hospital, you had no family in the area and she didn’t want you to wake up alone (or at least…that’s what she was telling herself). She tried to keep as positive as she could, you had to pull through, you didn’t survive through a fucking hell of a political scandal and almost dismantle your career just to be taken out by fucking Doug.
It felt like days later when a nurse finally approached her, a gentle hand on her shoulder to gain Heather’s attention. They said that you were finally out of the woods, you’d lost a lot of blood thanks to the bullet nicking an artery, but things were looking up. You were still pretty roughed up, but conscious and Heather instantly asked to see you, thankful when the nurse nodded, leading her down a series of hallways.
“How’re you feeling?” She asked softly, moving up to your bedside.
“Like there’s a hole in my abdomen…I forgot how much this fucking hurts.”
“You’ve been hit before?” Her brows furrowed, gently sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah.” You groaned, shifting slightly, “I was a rookie, made a dumb mistake.”
“Like stepping in front of a loaded gun?”
“I thought I could take it. Your little delicate body, no way.” Heather chuckled softly,
“They’ve clearly got you on the good stuff.”
“Oh…I am definitely intoxicated right now. Thank god…this hurts a lot more now that I’m not nineteen anymore.”
“That’s what happens when you get old.” Heather teased.
“Hey…” you attempted to swat at her arm, “I took a fucking bullet for you, you have to be nice to me from now on.”
“Well I’m going to start by saying thank you. But please don’t ever do something like that again.” You gave a small smile and a nod, “and I’m paying your medical bills.”
“Ah-“
“No argument is getting you out of it! You saved my life, the least I can do is help you out. You’ll need help for a couple days once you’re back home too.”
“Heather…” your voice softened, hand reaching out to curve into hers, “we both know that’s a bad idea…” her eyes moved up to yours and you could see the misting of tears, it had been a long and difficult day for both of you, none of this was going to be completely easy.
“You’ll need-“
“I’ll call a my sister. Hell, Jackie’ll probably jump at a few days away from the kids, she definitely knows a thing or two about gun shot aftercare.”
“Are you sure?” She was hesitant, but didn’t want to push you, and she knew you were right.
“Yes.” You sighed, sure, you’d love to be trapped at home with Heather doting on you, but you knew you couldn’t. “I’ll never regret our…campaign adventures..but that’s all they ever could be, right? That’s why it only happened while we were on the road..”
“Technically it kinda did get you shot too.” Heather winced slightly at the thought.
“Worth it.” You smirked and she laughed. She could tell the meds were definitely starting to kick in again, your blinking becoming slower. Reaching up she cupped your cheek softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead, holding there for a moment.
“Friends?” She asked softly and you nodded, “I look forward to seeing you in the courtroom once you’re better.”
“Mmm..” you winced at the pain in your side as you rolled over, “your contract’s on my desk. Might wanna get that signed and over to the courthouse.”
Heather paused slightly in the doorway to turn back and thank you, but you were out like a light, the morphine fully kicked in. She hated that it had come to this, that she’d had to give up the part of her political career that she’d been obsessed with since the idea had popped into her brain. She didn’t know what you had said or done to Underwood that day that managed to save both of your high up jobs in the court, but it had worked and she was incredibly thankful for it.
She was also incredibly thankful for what time you did have together, maybe she hadn’t been ready to admit to herself what was actually going on between you. Or maybe you hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it either, but it was more than a slippery slope once the lines started to blur. It was best to keep it in the past, be one of the little secrets of the campaign trail that she was happy to keep.
Obviously, due to your lines of work, your paths would still cross on a pretty regular basis, working professionally through arguments and statements in court, or small pleasantries exchanged in the halls. You remained in touch, but things stayed an arms length for a while when you finally returned from your medical leave. Things in the White House were still hectic, increasingly so as the election steadily approached, you both simply ducked your heads, and did your jobs, that was really all you could do.
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I always wondered if Bobby liked Dean more because while Sam always had Dean looking after him, protecting him, caring for him, etc, Dean had nobody else looking out for him when John was on hunts, and he was a child too, which maybe made him extra sympathetic towards him.
But anyway, it’s really interesting to me to think about which of them was John’s favorite. Dean says Sam was the favorite, and Sam says Dean was. It could be argued either way. From one point of view, Sam was John's favourite because of how much he tried to protect him, through Dean. Sam was shielded from a lot more growing up whereas Dean really had to step up and be a guardian. But you can also say that Dean was his favorite son as he obeyed John's every order and was by definition a perfect son. I think he probably liked Dean better, since they didn’t fight nearly as much as Sam and him, but I think he was a broken men that loved both his sons with everything he had. I haven’t watched the later seasons, so I could be wrong. But their relationship with John always fascinated me. I’ve always wondered, if John lived, would he have killed Sam like he told Dean to do? Honestly, when Sam started drinking demon blood, I think he might have. Putting family first no matter what feels like more of a Sam/Dean thing than a Winchester thing. Not sure if John would have been down for that. Could be wrong, what do you think?
Hmm yes to Bobby I think, that could be a good reason. Also I think Bobby struggled with Sam going darkside for a bit, so I think that also might have impacted their relationship. There were moments during s5 I think where Bobby didn't trust Sam to stay clean.
Yeah the John question is difficult. I kinda agree with all of what you said. You can make the case either way.
As for would John have killed Sam. I think he might have. And I think he knew that about himself which is why he chose to deal his life for Dean's in 2.01. (he also loved Dean and probably felt some guilt and regret there too, but) Like he still gave Dean the order to kill Sam, had to account for that, but John knew that if there was anyone who could keep Sam from going darkside, it would be Dean. It certainly wouldn't be John, with a dead Dean no less. So I think John sacrificed himself to give Sam a better shot at staying good. He made the deal to save Dean's life, but it was also kind of for Sam. A two for one special if you will that Azazel never realized what it was because you can say about John Winchester and his A+ parenting whatever you want, the man was still an excellent, shrewd hunter. It's interesting to think about whether John really believed that Dean would be able to kill Sam. Yes, Dean was a good soldier, but his number one directive was always watch out for Sammy. And that clashing, Dean's purpose and John's last order, John must have known he'd come up short? I mean the show leaves no doubt about it. Over and over Dean is faced with Sam going or seemingly going darkside and he never once manages to kill him. He always tries to find another way. So did John give Dean that cryptic advice to set his boys on the right path? To make Dean go on high alert, drive home the seriousness of the situation so that Dean would stop Sam from ever going down the evil road? Or did he really think Dean would be able to kill Sam eventually? Because like, even in the s15 Sam as Boykin AU, Dean waits so long until its too late and faced with Sam he hesitates enough to get himself killed. I am intrigued what people think about John's expectations here. That to me is the most baffling question 😅
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WNGTI Chapter 4 Sneak Peek
Bear with me because I am once again, unsurprisingly, running on 5 hours of sleep and it only really made me loopy this day when I had nothing to post but wanted to anyway. Guess that’s what happens after a week of doing it.
So yeah, subject to massive edits when that beta (me) with a brain who doesn’t stay up all night like an idiot gets a chance to look at it.
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Headlights followed him all the way home.
Somewhere deep inside his idiotic brain, Steve had convinced himself that Eddie wasn’t going to do it. That despite the fact he’d had to pin the guy down and fight tooth and nail to keep him from seeing Fred’s mangled body all twisted and wrong, curiosity would inevitably give way to common sense and he’d choose a different course of action than discovering the horrors of the alternate dimension plaguing Hawkins.
Perhaps he’d been wrong about a few things.
Not about keeping Eddie’s name from being dragged through the mud. And definitely not about choosing to spare him further distress over the fruitlessness that was them both stupidly standing around watching the train-wreck play out so that it could haunt their dreams later.
If there was one decision he’d truly never regret, it was that. No matter how much of a shitstorm he’d unknowingly kicked up by changing the entire course of the future in an attempt to save Vecna’s victims, one thing would always ring true. Eddie Munson deserved better. And Steve was going to make sure he received all of it and then some.
Pulling into the driveway, he twisted the key out of the ignition but otherwise hesitated on whether or not he was ready to vacate, watching as the person in the van parked next to his BMW did much the same.
Eddie was probably waiting on his lead and would thus remain stubbornly inside his own vehicle if Steve didn’t make the first move. Which was only fair after everything, even as it made it that much harder to chicken out.
Heaving a sigh, he shoved the door open and slipped into the chilly night, glancing over his shoulder only after reaching the hood when the telltale silence of a second engine cutting off never actually sounded.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d say the other was scared to follow. And in another lifetime, he may have actually believed it.
Steve ran a hand through his hair in an absent-minded gesture and squinted past the glare of bright light to see through the windshield, able to make out the vague outline of a body sitting behind the wheel and nothing more.
Figuring it wouldn’t hurt to march over and give another formal invitation to enter his not-all-that-humble and actually thoroughly-depressing-in-its-stark-emptiness abode, he changed course and sidled up to the driver's side window, rapping lightly on the glass with his knuckles and smiling wryly at the person within.
“You coming,” he asked when it finally lowered enough to catch the soft murmur of his voice over the rumble of the van’s engine, twisting his mouth once more in what he hoped was the semblance of something a bit more friendly than sarcasm could ever be.
Eddie offered a weak twitch of his own lips in response, brown eyes flicking over the property for a moment before they took in the mess of his hair and face, finally landing back at attention and drooping ever so slightly. “I actually haven’t slept all that much since you barged in and saved the princess or whatever the Hell you’d call what you did. I tried in the van a little when it felt like maybe I could, but I’ve been up and running around tailing you since before your shift started this morning. I think this is going to be a thing I’ll want my full attention for. How’s about a raincheck?”
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Go read chapter 3 here and hope my weekly updates can continue and you’ll be able to see this beast next Friday give or take.
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[ surprise kiss ] for your muse to kiss my muse out of no where
Nick had to accept the fact that his part in Katrina's life now is back to just being her dad's partner at work. He was carefully welcomed back into town and for the sake of his sanity, everyone's trying to help him get back some normalcy to the life he used to have. Even if Katrina's engaged, she and her partner agreed to let Nick into their lives. After all, Katrina felt responsible for what happened to Nick. He saved her at the bank and while he did it because he loved her, she still feels like she owes her life to him. It took days of arguing with Aaron until he finally agreed to this new set up.
Nick found a new apartment, unfortunately, on the same street as Katrina's place. It was the only option for him near the station. Frank had offered to let him stay at his house but Nick knew it was more inevitable to see Katrina if he stayed there. He never stopped loving Katrina all those years, thinking when he comes back, she would still want to be with him. Now that he's certain she's moved on, he's ready to do the same.
One night, he received an unexpected text from Katrina. It was out of the blue and he didn't even know Katrina had his number. Thankfully, she introduced herself.
"Hey, Nick. It's Katrina. I got your number from my dad. My dad told me you live nearby and I was wondering if you're home."
His body quickly rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes to make sure he was reading the text correctly. Seeing the message was real, Nick got curious. This is the first time that she's willingly approaching him in nearly five plus years. Is there something wrong? "Yeah. I'm home, Kat. Are you okay?" He asked, sending the text as he impatiently waited for a response. It was late but his mind's definitely awake now. Nick started pacing around the room, feeling like the seconds are passing by like minutes. It took a while before he got a response so when he heard his phone buzz again, he ran for it and opened the message like a teenage lover boy waiting for his high school crush's message.
"I'm good. I just need a little help. Aaron's out of town and my dad's still on duty. He told me to send you a text since you live nearby. Sorry for the disturbance. I know it's late." She replied and Nick felt hesitation as well as carefulness in her response, probably why she's taking minutes before she hits send.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it. What do you need? I'm up and having coffee anyway." He replied, which was clearly a lie since he was trying to sleep already. Minutes passed by again before he got another response from her.
"The power went out in my house and the breaker needs to be restarted. I'd do it but I'm not sure about the switch. Aaron usually does this stuff."
Nick read the message carefully, feeling a big gulp in his throat. If her fiance is out of town and she needs help, that means she wants him to come over. But clearly, she just needs help and this doesn't mean anything else. "I can restart the breaker for you. Do you need me to go now?" He asked, trying to be respectful of her personal space.
"Yes, please. It's getting uncomfortable in this summer heat. Penny and Sammy Grace can't take it." She replied, which she immediately regret, feeling like she said too much. She was practicing the cold shoulder but the warmth she usually has for Nick showed.
Surprised, Nick felt a grin on his face. The first and last time he went to Katrina's house, he didn't know Penny and Sammy Grace were still with her. To him, it feels like she just gave him update on their 'kids'. Is this what divorced parents feel? "I'll be there in two minutes." He responded with a smiling emoji. It feel like decades since they've interacted with him smiling.
Nick got to her house faster than the two minutes he told her but maybe Katrina was just anxiously waiting for him that two minutes felt like two seconds. They both have different senses of time right now. She feels like time is moving so fast and he feels like time is slowing down. But the moment he stepped foot inside her home, time felt so slow to her and so fast to him.
"It's in the basement. There's a ladder down there you can use to reach the breaker." She immediately told him, leading Nick downstairs. Not even a hi or hello and Nick just followed her. This was just purely business and not a catch up. She didn't even bother looking him in the eyes as she tried to avoid that connection. The moment she sees her eyes, she was sure to be a goner.
They went down to the basement with Katrina using her phone as a flashlight. Scanning the room with her light, she tried to look for the ladder Aaron usually uses.
"Where's...where's he?" He suddenly asked and Katrina felt her shoulders tense a little. "He's...in Atlanta for the week. Business trip." She answered calmly, spotting the ladder as she went towards it and Nick followed. "Here's the ladder." She added, turning to him so he would get it. "The breaker's on the other side. I don't know why it's up there but it's already there when we got the place." She explained.
Carrying the ladder, Nick brought it closer to where the breaker is. He got the ladder ready but he has questions in his head. "What happened here? Does this happen a lot with your breaker?"
"It's an old model and we already called the company to replace it but the earliest they could schedule us is tomorrow. They told us to just restart it whenever the power shuts down. Aaron usually does this stuff." She explained and hearing the guy's name just makes his skin crawl. Nick didn't want to hear it but if he's gonna be civil around Katrina, he has to get used to it.
"That doesn't sound safe. Especially when you're home alone." Nick said as he climbed up the ladder. But somehow, he was glad that the breaker shut down because then, he wouldn't be here in her home. Her light wasn't helping since it's too far and too little so Nick used his own phone to read through the instructions on the breaker. He noticed a wire that needed immediate repair. "This looks dangerous. Do you have an electrical tape?" Nick asked and Katrina groaned lightly. She just needed him to restart the system, why is he trying to fix this?
"Just restart the thing, Nick. The company's replacing the breaker tomorrow. You don't have to do anything else." Katrina said and Nick sensed her annoyed tone but he knows stuff like this, especially since he had to do most things when he was under witness protection. "This isn't safe to wait till the morning, Katrina. I just have to close the loose wire. This could start a fire while you're asleep." He tried to explain calmly, knowing how she just needed him to leave as soon as possible. But he couldn't let her go to sleep with a possible fire-starter problem in her breaker.
Groaning to herself, she went to the table and looked for tools. Nick asked for a screwdriver and plies as well, figuring he'd check on the whole thing as well. Getting the tools, she gave him the three things he needed but with the light out, he couldn't work alone. "Uhm...could you...get up here and help me with the light? I only have two hands." Nick asked, chuckling very lightly.
Katrina knew that if she got up there, she'd be too close to him — the closest she'd be with him in years and she wasn't sure if she could take it. "Can't you see it when I do this?" Katrina asked, pointing her phone's light up to the breaker but it was too far. "It's far, unfortunately." Nick said. He feels like he was asking too much from her so Nick tried to work on the wires with little to no light.
With his silence, Katrina could tell she was struggling so the guilt took over her. He just needed her little help and she was the one who asked him to come over. Suddenly, Nick lost the light and felt the ladder's little movement, seeing Katrina was climbing up on the other side.
Nick smiled, glad that she was agreeing to give him the little help he needed to work on the breaker. "Careful." Nick murmured as she climbed up, the boyfriend in him coming out. It gave Katrina chills because she's craved for his gentle care for years and now that she got a glimpse of it, she couldn't accept it. Once she was up there, Nick naturally held her by the arm to make sure she wouldn't fall. Katrina was sure her tensed gulp was heard loud and clear. "Just...hold here and use your other hand for the light." Nick told her quietly. No one could hear them anyway but he feels like they're in their own little world. Katrina did as she was told, holding a light up to the breaker. "Like this?" She asked and with the light present, she saw that Nick was staring at her.
"Perfect." He said, mesmerized to look at her this up close. Katrina couldn’t avoid his gaze anymore as they looked at each other for a full five second before he cleared his throat and shifted his attention back to the breaker. “Perfect. This is perfect light.” He clarified, clearing his throat again. Showing her the wire, she figured she’d understand how dangerous it was when she sees the loose wire. “This could cause a fire.” Nick told her and Katrina nodded, glad that Nick saw it immediately. “I’ll just wrap it with an electrical tape and this should be safe enough till the breaker gets replaced tomorrow.” Nick added.
They were both quiet as he worked on the breaker, opening the tiny cabinet as well to check for other loose wires. As he suspected, there were two more that needs to be wrapped in tape so Nick worked on that. Katrina then noticed how he was sweating as he worked. The idea of him possibly getting electrocuted worried her so she got the soft lace of her robe and wiped the sweat dripping from his face. Nick felt his breath hitched as his lips trembled. Looking at her, he wondered why she did that because he definitely forgot how to breathe for a second.
“Sorry.” Katrina apologized, letting out a soft scoff. “Electricity and sweat...doesn’t sound safe either.” She explained, chuckling lightly and Nick grinned at her weakly. “Uhm...thanks.” He said, finishing the last wire and closing the cabinet again. Now, it was time to restart the breaker but the moment he does this, it’s over. It would be time for him to go. Did he want to go home? Yes. Did he want to stay here a little longer too? Definitely. But he shouldn’t. After a few seconds of debating in his head, he finally restarted the system. “Just...a few seconds before I can turn it back on.” He murmured and Katrina nodded. The silence and stillness right there was making his heart beat out of his chest. Having Katrina this close, there’s usually one thing he does and his head was playing games with him. Will he or won’t he?
Turning the breaker on again, Katrina turned the light off on her phone since there will be light again just a few seconds but once it was complete darkness, his lips connected with hers and she felt frozen in time. Her eyes closed as she felt her body being thrown back to years ago. They were both frozen in that spot but the moment the lights turned on, they both gently pulled back as reality slowly crept in.
“I’m...I’m sorry. I...I didn’t mean to.” Nick immediately apologized and Katrina was just speechless. She didn’t know what to say but she didn’t pull back either at the first chance she could. She waited for the kiss to end and for him to pull back before she could, as if she wanted that kiss too. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” She said, pressing her lips together, trying to avoid the eye contact again. “Thanks for...the help.” She added, refusing to acknowledge what just happened. Suddenly, Nick sneezed on his sleeve, signaling a third company in the room.
“Penny, what are you doing here?” Katrina asked, going down the ladder to go to her cat. Nick smiled at the sight of the pet he missed along with Katrina, even if the cat gave him allergies. Going down the ladder, Penny was about to go to Katrina but saw another familiar face so she went to Nick instead. “Hey, Penny girl. How are you?” Nick asked, kneeling down to pet the cat. He’ll just have to take his allergy meds later when he gets home. The cat recognized her former dad figure and sweetly snuggled her face to Nick.
“Your allergies, Nick.” Katrina reminded, not sure how to respond to this. The cat still knows who he is. She didn’t forget so what makes Katrina think she’ll ever forget Nick? “It’s fine. I missed her.” He insisted, petting the cat more who looked like she missed Nick just as much. Suddenly, he remembered someone else. “Is...Sammy Grace here too?” Nick asked subtly, even though she already told him via text earlier that both their pets are still with her. “She’s in my room. Sleeping, supposedly.” Katrina said, blocking the idea of him seeing their other pet. They’re not here to catch up. She just needed his help and now that he’s done his part (and even got an unexpected kiss which she refuses to acknowledge), it was time to say goodbye.
Nick sensed it, that she needed him out of the house already since this is her safe haven, a place that she shares with her fiance. Pressing his lips together, Nick nodded as he got up. “I’ll get going. I’m sorry again for wha—”
“Thanks, Nick. For fixing the breaker.” Katrina cut him off before he could bring up the kiss again. “I’ll show you to the door.” Katrina said, calling Penny to follow her upstairs. Letting a breath, Nick just kept his mouth shut and followed Katrina to the front door. “Thanks again. Have a good night.” Katrina said, avoiding his gaze before she falls trap into it again.
“Goodnight, Kat.” Nick said, giving her a nod as he walks out of the house. Katrina closed the door and leaned her back to it. She regrets what happened down in the basement but she hates it more how much she missed his lips. Slowly, she dropped to the ground and felt her eyes water, feeling guilty and angry at herself for allowing the kiss to happen.
Nick walked by the quiet neighborhood, still thinking about the kiss. He missed her lips so much and her entire being but as much as he loved getting to kiss her again, he wished it happened on a different circumstance, where he’s the fiance and not the estranged ex-boyfriend.
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You Get Injured!
Yo! I’m back and this time with a little bit of angst. One thing about me: I ADORE ANGST!!! LEMME BREAK SOMEONE’S HEART!!! I love, love, love writing angst so much! Anyway, enjoy!
Summary: You get injured on the job, what’s his reaction?
Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Diluc, Venti, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, and Childe! (YES I ADDED AETHER >:0)
Come one, come all! See what happens when you come home injured!
Warnings: Mentions of blood, no details though.
You were supposed to be with Aether, but he had his own commissions, but he swore he’d come help you right after. You weren’t patient and ended up getting into a fight with too many hilichurls and it didn’t end well.
He immediately remembered the time he lost Lumine, but for some reason, he was even more scared than that incident. He felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him and he’d completely frozen up. When he saw your bloodied form fall to the floor, it brought him back to reality.
He ran to you and pulled you into his arms, desperately searching for life. He needed to see that you were ok. In fact, he’d taken your hand and squeezed your wrist to feel your pulse. It was weak, but it was there. He pressed his lips to yours, ignoring the taste of iron that followed.
As the doctor was stitching up the larger gashes, he was cleaning up the blood around your face and whispering words of encouragement to you. He gave you water and held your hand throughout the entire process.
PERSONAL NURSE AETHER REPORTING FOR DUTY! Beck and call, whenever you need him, he’s there for you. He put his adventuring on hold until you were 100% better.
Did you need an adventuring partner? Cuz Aether needs one! And you’re the perfect candidate. He’s going on adventures will you- well ok, he’s going EVERYWHERE with you but for a while. Once his nerves and anxiety dies down, he backs off quite a bit.
You had been fighting hilichurs for a commission and the last thing you had expected was multiple Mitachurls to be around. Well, there were more than you could handle and they floored you.
His heart almost stopped when he saw your bloodied form walking towards him, reaching out ever so weakly. He sprinted towards you, hating that he wasn’t there for you. Why was he so slow?! Why were so you far away, dammit?
He takes you into his arms and holds you close before quickly rushing you to the doctor. He knew he might’ve been a bit rough, but he could barely think. All that was going through his mind was him wishing that it was all just a nightmare.
He’s there 24/7, whenever you need him. He’s got meals, blankets, cuddles, kisses, whatever you need. He helps you with EVERYTHING. He knew it was hard to shower with all those wounds and he didn’t want your stitches to open up, so he was a bit strict.
After your full recovery, he’s a little bit hesitant to let you go on your own. He might just join you on a mission or two. Don’t mind him, but once his worries are eased a little, he backs off. Besides, the cavalry captain can’t exactly run around with you, even though he so desperately wants to.
You were on your way to Mondstat from Liyue where you ended up on a beach with more ruin guards than you could handle (may the lord protect you if you wander there on accident).
Full fledged panic. It almost feels like someone was actively tearing his heart out. He couldn’t even breathe in that moment. He desperately wished he could heal you (I don’t think he can…), make you all better so you wouldn’t have to hurt so much. Were… were you crying?
He ran to you but the second he reached out to touch you, he pulled back a little. He was almost scared to touch you, like something as gentle as his touch might shatter what remained. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore, but it was clear you couldn’t walk so he had to carry you.
He does hold you close when you get help, whispering words of encouragement and love to you; anything to help. He immediately helped clean the blood off of you, trying to be as gentle as possible.
Through your healing process, he’s beside you constantly. He helps you with everything. Anything you need, he’s there. Thirsty? He’s got some water. Hungry? He’s got a plate of food. Need cuddles? Scoot over.
He’s actually terrified to let you go, but he knows you. This is your job and he’d seen you in action. So, he does let you go… as long as he can stick to you like glue (Cries in no Venti).
You had been hunting some abyss mages down and everything was going great… until it wasn’t. A rookie mistake almost caused your death. You’d never been so scared and the only thing you could think of was Diluc in that moment. You wanted to be in his arms.
He thought he’d been caught in a nightmare. He genuinely believed it wasn’t you. But when you called out to him, he was yanked back to reality. Everything felt so weird, it felt like a weird out of body experience for him. He was so scared he was shaking as he reached out to touch your bloodied face.
The first thing he does is check you to see how bad your injuries are before he brings you home to his personal doctor. Your blood burned him, it stung as tears welled up in his eyes. How could he let this happen to you? How could he fail you like this?
As the doctor patches you up, he sits beside you, holding your hand and giving you kisses every now and then, telling you you’re doing great and that you’ll be ok. He was still shaking, but he didn’t want you to worry, so he did his best to hide it.
He’s extremely busy, so he can’t be beside you 24/7, but he tries to be with you every single night. In fact, he lets the knights handle everything while you heal, not wanting to leave you alone for too long
You best believe he’s hunting down every single abyss mage in existence. One hurt you? They all suffer. You try to keep him in check by keeping him at your side.
You had decided to challenge Electro Hypostases on your own... You should’ve been more careful. You didn’t realize how powerful it was and you got extremely lucky.
Oh he can smell your blood from a distance. So he didn’t even need to see you to know you were injured. He was terrified. His heart was beating so fast and he couldn’t catch his breath. He felt himself going insane when he couldn’t find you.
Well wolves lick their wounds, but he couldn’t lick yours. One, it wouldn’t work, your wounds were too deep, two, he was a human, not a wolf. He knew your friends could help you so he rushed you back to Mondstat (I’m sure this is probably wrong, feel free to roast me).
Although he knew the doctors were just trying to help, he couldn’t stop himself from being aggressive. He even growled at a doctor when you whimpered as you received the stitches. Kaeya and Jean had to hold him back.
No one is allowed near you until you’re fully healed, Razor doesn’t let anyone get close. It’s not just him being super possessive, he was deeply terrified that in case someone attacked you while he wasn’t there…
Your new adventure partner is Razor. Even if he has to live in Mondstat with the other humans, he’ll do it. As long as you’re with him. Don’t bother trying to argue, it won’t work.
You had a teeny weeny competition with Xiangling that you two could find the best ingredients first. You got careless, wandered into a hilichurl camp, only to get floored by 4 mitachurls.
Who hurt you?! Who hurt you and where are they? Xiao just wants to talk.
Thankfully, the boss of the inn was able to find some help for you and helped patch you up, while Xiao waited patiently. On the outside he looked calm, on the inside- well it was chaos. Nothing could calm his anger and anxiety.
He reassured you that you did a great job, letting you know that he was proud of you. Not to mention, he kept thanking you for coming back alive so that he could save you. He didn’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if you weren’t able to come back…
He kept you close. As you healed, he was almost like a personal nurse. He brought you whatever you wanted and lots of almond tofu. If you don’t like it… well more for him.
He was very reluctant to let you go. He couldn’t go with you and it was his biggest regret. But he knew holding you back would do nothing, therefore he poured all his faith and trust in you. So please... come back to him.
You had gone to visit Chang the Ninth and on the way back had seen a village get attacked by some abyss mages. You jumped into action without thinking… at all.
Xingqiu actually hadn’t looked up from his book because he was so invested. You called after him, collapsing nearby but he wasn’t even paying attention. Finally, he heard you scream and jumped, his heart leaping out of his chest. He still won’t forgive himself… or pick up a book.
He immediately takes you back home, carefully carrying you so that he wouldn’t agitate your injuries anymore than they already were.
He stayed by your side and even helped patch you up, wanting to do as much as he could to help. He even kissed your injuries to help them heal faster.
He stays by your side as much as possible. You suggest he read you some books, but it seems like he’s too scared to touch any. Something that might need time to recover from.
Xingqiu’s still too busy to join you, but whenever he can, he definitely does. He is a little too protective in the beginning but as time goes on, he finds himself being able to hold back.
You just needed some chaos devices, just a few. YOU DIDN’T EXPECT TO GET YOUR ASS HANDED TO YOU SO BADLY!
He couldn’t believe it. His heart had almost stopped when he saw you walking towards him. You were covered in blood and you weakly reached out before you fell. He dashed forward and caught you before you hit the ground.
He takes you to his place, getting a doctor to immediately patch you up. As they were cleaning your wounds, he tried to stay calm, yet had this overwhelming urge to destroy whatever hurt you into a million pieces.
He stayed with you, nursing you back to health. Of course, constantly forgetting mora was a thing when buying you literally anything. This will never change.
He wasn’t able to understand why he couldn’t physically let you go in the beginning. Slowly, it made sense that he was scared. Scared he might lose you and that you might never come back. Scared you might disappear like you almost did. But you were… well you. So he had to trust you. Come back home to him safely.
You had just finished up your commissions and were head home when you stumbled upon an Oceanid. You needed a cleansing heart… or four. You weren’t prepared and you were a little tired, but you went anyway. You were lucky you came back alive.
Childe had set up a cute little date for you two, but you were running a little bit late. He was starting to get worried and when he asked Katheryne, he was surprised to learn that you hadn’t returned home from your commissions. Then he saw you. Leaving a trail of blood and limping towards him. He felt as if someone had done all that to him instead.
He immediately runs to you, with Katheryne following. The two of them quickly get you some medical attention, but Childe refuses to let go the entire time. No matter what anyone says, they can’t take you away, so he goes with you everywhere.
You explain what had happened afterwards and he was angry that you’d put yourself in danger for a stupid item. But at the same time, he was proud of you for beating the Oceanid and coming back to him, regardless of what shape you were in. You still got an earful though.
He wanted to be around you 24/7, but he’s really busy. He tries to get away from work as much as he can to spend time with you. Throughout your healing process, he does a lot to help. Simple things like making you meals, the ones that melt your heart.
He was reluctant, constantly checking up on you and even wanting to go on adventures with you. But he couldn’t spend every minute with you, so he needed to learn how to ease his own anxieties. Of course, you would never say no to going on a few adventures with him.
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not like this | p.p.
pairing: tom!peter parker x gender neutral!reader
summary: peter finds himself saving you, but not from villains. no, he’s saving you from yourself.
notes: this is my first fic on here! i love peter so much so i definitely plan on writing more. send in requests if you’d like!! i’ll get around to them as soon as i can.
word count: 3.7k
WARNINGS: suicidal thoughts, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort
You were well aware of the incessant buzzing of your cell phone, you just chose to ignore it. You knew exactly who was trying to get a hold of you but didn’t see a point in answering. They were going to get their answer soon enough anyways, just not from you.
The bridge you were standing on didn’t get much traffic at night. It was eerie in a sense. So many people crossed over it everyday, and yet when the sun went down there was nobody there to stop you from what you were about to do. You didn’t want to think about it too much. Except you did, every moment you stood there another thought entered your head. It’s just as lonely here as it is amongst your friends.
Your friends. What wasn’t to love about them? After moving here so suddenly, Ned, MJ, and Peter had immediately taken you in as one of their own. You fit in so well with them, it was almost seamless. Almost. Now, it was like there was a ginormous secret separating you from the three of them. Something that only they would get to know. You tried not to let it bother you, but it was hard not to when it seemed like you were being forgotten about by the last few people you thought cared about you.
Of course, it wasn’t just them. There were so many things in your life stopping you from living in happiness the way you wanted to. But in that moment, all you could think about was if MJ, Ned, and Peter would miss you when you disappeared.
You sit on the railing, letting your legs dangle off the side and holding yourself steady with your hands to make sure you didn’t fall before you were ready. You felt silly, thinking about how you were waiting to make sure you were ready. You had to be ready. There was no other choice.
Yet you still were hesitant. You finally pulled out your phone, not to read the messages and see who had been calling but to look at one last picture. It was a picture of you and your friends. MJ and Ned stood to your right, while Peter had his lips pressed against your left cheek, just as Ned had dared him to do. You could see the faint blush on both of your faces. You had never figured out why Peter had become so flustered right before and after that photo was taken, though you knew why you had. You loved Peter Parker. And in that moment, it seemed like he loved you right back. The moment had been short-lived, but it lived on in this picture forever.
You wished you could’ve known what was going on in Peter’s mind, his heart when he looked at you. You knew it couldn’t have been much. You saw the way he looked at MJ.
Another message popped up on the screen. This one you read before you had the chance to look away.
Y/N where are you?? Please, we’re all scared. We can help, you just have to tell us where you are. From Aunt May. You hadn’t meant for Aunt May to get involved. You suddenly regretted sending your friends that weighted message telling them that you loved them and would miss them. Thanking them for all the good memories.
Things were getting more serious. You had to handle this, and quickly. You needed to get it over with. You threw your phone down on the bridge and started to try and stand on the railings. You struggled for balance for a second, waving your arms ridiculously. Why did you even bother at this point though, if the fate would be the same whether it was by choice or by a slip?
Once you finally pulled yourself together. You looked down at the ground underneath the bridge. It was too daunting. You forced yourself to stare at a spot in the distance. You took one deep breath in, closed your eyes, and you took your step.
As you began to fall you heard the sound of something flying by. A car? Right now? There hadn’t been a car for the entire time you had been up there. But it wasn’t a car of course. Something slammed into your body, wrapping around you and forcing you to swing unexpectedly. A scream wrenched from your throat and the unknown force holding onto you for dear life. That’s when you forced yourself to open your eyes, and you saw Spider-man was the one gripping you. Your feet settled onto the ground and he let go of what you assumed was a web, and immediately wrapped his arms around you again.
There was something desperate in this hug and you couldn’t grasp it. He didn’t know you. You knew his job was to save civilians but you were a stranger who wasn’t in need of saving. You were only in need of a way out.
He let you go only to put his hands on either side of your face, almost as if he were scanning your face for external injuries. Once he determined you were okay, he threw his hands down to his sides like he was angry and turned away.
“We’ve all been so worried,” you heard him whisper into the silence. Now, the anger at being stopped was almost fully replaced with confusion.
“We?” you asked. You had no idea who ‘we’ was to Spider-man. It shouldn’t be anybody. Spider-man didn’t know you, he had never even seen you face-to-face before.
He slowly turned back around, looking you dead in the eye. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t make another move. Knowing he wasn’t going to answer your question, you asked another one. “Why did you stop me?”
“Why wouldn’t I stop you? Why would anyone not have stopped you, Y/N? Are you serious right now?”
“Because I didn’t need saving.” You turned back towards the railing, but he grabbed your wrist before you could go much further. “I just wanted to look,” you said, telling the truth. Him being there wasn’t something you had planned on, and it ruined your plan entirely. Maybe another day, you thought to yourself.
The hold he had on your wrist was tight and it didn’t seem like he was going to let go at any point soon, so you turned around to face him once more. You took the time to really take in any feature you could notice. He was an average height. He’s definitely shorter than MJ. And he looked muscular. You thought back to the hug he had given you. He definitely felt muscular too.
“You did need saving,” he finally replied.
“I didn’t. There wasn’t anyone attacking me.”
“What?” His head tilted when he asked. He still seemed to be breathing hard, but you knew it wasn’t because he had overexerted himself in any way. He really was worried about you but for what reason?
“That’s your job isn’t it? To protect the people from villains?”
“My job is to protect the people. It doesn’t have to be from bad guys.” There was something familiar in his voice. That was when it finally hit you.
“You said my name earlier. How do you know my name?” His hand loosened around your wrist, but you stepped closer to him anyway.
His hands shook, you noticed as he finally pulled his away from yours. “It.. It doesn’t matter,” he stuttered. “Let’s just get you out of here.”
Before you could respond, his arms were wrapped tightly around you once again. It was comforting in a way but you weren’t done. You opened your mouth to question him some more but you had no time to talk before he had shot out a web and jumped, swinging back into town.
The wind whipped into your eyes uncomfortably making you squeeze them shut. “OH, so it’s okay when you do it, but when I do it, I get stopped,” you said sarcastically right when a bout of dizziness hit you.
“That’s not the same thing!” he yelled back to you. You couldn’t even respond.
Ugh, how much longer is this going to last? You had come to the conclusion that you hated swinging around like this. How does he do this on a daily basis?
It wasn’t too much longer before your feet hit solid ground again. You were on the balcony of your apartment. You immediately found a place to sit down and you put your head into your hands. A groan escaped from your chest. “Never again,” you stated.
Spider-man crouched down in front of you. You felt his hand on your knee. “What happened?” he asked.
“What do you mean? Nothing happened.”
“Oh, now that’s a lie,” he threw his head back before looking at you once again. You took your head out of your hands.
“Well, what’s it to you, Spider-man? How do you know who I am?” His hand found its way up to your cheek and you blushed.
“It’s- It’s just that- I mean your friends have been looking for you and I had to do something because I couldn’t just sit there and I was worried about you and-” He stopped talking when you covered his hand that was still situated over your cheek with yours.
“My friends,” you whispered. He shook himself out of his daze and nodded. “They haven’t talked to me all week and now they’re worried about me?”
“...What?” He didn’t bother hiding his confusion. He stopped crouching and sat fully down in front of you, taking his hand away from your face.
“They just… they stopped talking to me at all this past week. And it wasn’t much better in the weeks before that either. I miss them, but if this is what it takes for them to miss me then I don’t know. It’s not worth it anymore.”
“I don’t think they’ve been ignoring you,” he said slowly, almost as if he were processing the information himself. “Maybe they’re trying to protect you from something.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “From what? My feelings?” You thought about the time MJ and Ned had sleuthed their way into figuring out who your crush was. It wasn’t long after that when things started going downhill. You had wondered if their sudden change had anything to do with that.
“N-no. I mean… I don’t know. Why would they try to protect you from your feelings?”
“It’s stupid,” you warned Spider-man.
“Nothing that makes you feel like this is stupid, Y/N.”
The blush that had crossed your face before came back. “Well… I have a crush on one of them, and the others kinda figured it out. And then that’s when I started getting left out of things. I don’t think that’s the reason though, it’s just where my mind went first.”
He froze. He didn’t breathe, didn’t speak, didn’t move.
“See, I told you it was stupid.” You laughed inwardly, showing how embarrassed you were. As you made the move to escape the balcony, he grabbed your calf. You looked down at him, but he still wasn’t looking at you. The first move he made was to put his hand on his head.
Or at least, that’s what you thought he was doing.
When he pulled the mask off of his head, it was your turn to freeze. Peter Parker was staring at you with the most terrified look on his face.
“Ohhh you’re kidding me,” you breathed. You made no other move as Peter finally got up to look you straight in the eyes.
“Y/N…”
“Peter, you don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry that was really selfish of me-”
“What, selfish? No, no no, there was nothing selfish about that, I promise. I just, well, you know.. I was uh-” At this point, he was looking at everything but you. Like he couldn’t bear to look at you when he told you he didn’t feel the same way.
“You really, really don’t have to say anything, please just forget about it.”
“I can’t forget about it. Y/N, do you know how scared we all were? When you sent that message we thought we were too late. I had to stop you, I knew I did. I was so scared I had lost you. I almost got there too late…” His hand found yours and you saw the tears that were in his eyes.
“It wouldn’t have been your fault, Peter. I know that all I’ve told you was about you and Ned and MJ but I promise it wasn’t just that. And I’m really sorry I told you that, I shouldn’t have said anything.” You reached up with the hand that wasn’t being held and you wiped the tears from his face.
He buried his head into your neck and wrapped his arms around you just as he had on the bridge. It had been comforting then, but it was even more so now. You still felt awful about what you had said but there was no taking it back now. You hugged him back tightly, wishing that he would stop crying. It hurt you to see him like this. One of his hands found the back of your head and he began to stroke your hair as a sob escaped him.
“Peter… I’m sorry.” He pulled his head back to look at you.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, shaking his head. He moved one hand to your face and he stroked your cheek. You got lost in his eyes like you had countless times before. “I just didn’t want to lose you,” he whispered.
“I know that now. I’m-” And that was when he pressed his lips to yours.
It was like the world around you had disappeared, like the only things left were you and Peter. Where you were touching there were butterflies, fireworks, electricity, every good feeling that could be felt. You didn’t even know how to describe the happiness you felt in that moment. The heat on your face you were sure he would be able to feel on his hand even through his suit, but in that moment all you could think about was the way his soft lips moved against yours.
Too soon, he ended the kiss, looking as flustered as he did in the picture on your phone. For the longest time you had wondered why he had blushed and stammered after that picture, but now you felt like you knew the answer. You wanted to ask to make sure, but the look in his teary eyes told you everything you wanted to know. Peter Parker feels the same way about you.
“I’m sorry I worried you,” you mumbled, as he stepped away from your arms. You grabbed his hand, which he squeezed almost immediately. He threaded his fingers through yours.
“No more saying sorry, Y/N. We’re gonna get through this, okay? I’ll help you as long as you want me there with you. Do you want me to?”
“Of course I want you to. But…” A look of panic flashed across his face before he quickly locked it away. Nothing went unnoticed by you though, as you couldn’t take your eyes away from him.
“But what? Did I do something?”
You shook your head. “I’m just still confused. Why did you start distancing yourself from me? Did I do something?”
“No no no, we really were trying to protect you.” His wide eyes told you that he was telling the truth but you still didn’t understand.
“Protect me from what? That doesn’t make any sense.” He went to sit on the bed, and you followed, if only to make sure that he didn’t let go of you.
“Ned and MJ, they uh… they know.”
“Continue? They know about what, Peter?”
“They know that I’m Spider-man, and they also know that I have feelings for you and we all just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t get hurt because of me and-” he rambled, in pure Peter Parker fashion.
“Why would I have gotten hurt? And to be honest, I thought you liked MJ.”
“MJ? No, she’s known how I felt about you since you first came into the picture.” That long? He’s felt this way for that long and you had no idea? “It’s just that… villains tend to target the people that their enemies love most. And I knew that if you figured out who I am that you would be in danger. But now you know anyways and you know how I feel which means I’ve royally screwed up and you’re in a lot of danger now, shit. Y/N I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, I thought we said no more sorrys,” you said, looking at him directly in the eye. “If you get to say one, so do I. I’m really sorry that I misunderstood everything. I felt so alone, and I didn’t know what to make of it so I naturally assumed that you guys didn’t want me around anymore. I should’ve just asked.”
“You and I both know that it wouldn’t have been that simple.” He searched your face, but you weren’t sure for what.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you laughed. “Either way, I’m glad you stopped me tonight. And that things are cleared up. It makes me feel just a little bit better.”
He planted another kiss on your lips and it felt just as good as the first one. He rested his forehead on yours. “I’m glad I made it in time.”
You stayed sitting there with Peter in silence for a really long time (thirty minutes? An hour?) before you noticed that you had never picked your phone up off the bridge. “Hey, uh, Pete?”
“Yeah?” He looked into your eyes. You would never get sick of them, never.
“I left my phone out there…”
“Oh, I’ll go get it, I didn’t know you had it with you or I would’ve looked for it,” he said, standing up and reaching for his mask. You stood up alongside him and grabbed his wrist before he could put the mask back on. You leaned in for one more kiss before he left.
“Will you come back?” you asked him quietly after you pulled back.
“Of course I’ll come back. Whenever you want me here, I’ll be here.”
After he left, you went out to your living room to sit. You smiled to yourself, knowing that you could finally understand why your friends were distancing themselves from you. You didn’t have to worry about it anymore. Almost as if on cue, Ned and MJ burst through your front door without knocking. “Ned, you can’t just barge in without knocking, that’s rude,” MJ stated matter of factly even while she slipped past him and ran to you. You stood up as she made her way over to you and she threw her arms around you. “We were so worried, Y/N. Peter told us you were here and we came as soon as we could.”
All of a sudden, you felt Ned join the embrace. “Please don’t ever do that to us again. That was scarier than Mysterio, and did you see that guy? He was terrifying.”
“I promise. I’m sorry about everything. Me and Peter talked things through. I feel a lot better now.”
They still hadn’t let go of the hug, but you were perfectly okay with that. “How did you two get here, though?” As far as you knew, neither of them could drive yet.
That was when Aunt May traipsed into the room. “Move, kids, it’s my turn.” Ned and MJ didn’t go far, they really only stepped to the side while Aunt May gave you the warmest hug you had received yet.
“Y/N I swear if you ever do that to me again, I’ll hunt you down myself,” she said in the most endearing way possible. She kissed the top of your head as she pulled away, and tears sprung to your eyes.
It wasn’t too long after that when Peter came back into the apartment, taking off his mask and holding your phone in his hand. He smiled at the sight of you standing with May, Ned, and MJ, and he joined the group. He held your phone out to you and you smiled right back at him.
The night ended with Aunt May giving you one last hug before leaving to go back home, and you and your friends lounging around your bedroom just hanging out like normal, like nothing had happened. Ned was the first to pass out, and you and MJ took out a marker and drew on his face, giggling the entire time. Peter laid on your bed and watched the whole thing go down, giving suggestions on what to draw next. MJ was next, but she had warned you and Peter that if you drew anything on her that things would not look pretty for you two in the morning. Peter held his hands up as if he were surrendering while you just laughed.
Peter held you in his arms while he told you how long he had wanted to do this for. You didn’t take your eyes off of him once, until you started to doze off. He smiled down at you as you fell asleep. You had a good dream for the first time in a long time.
When you woke up, your friends were all still asleep, even Peter. You knew, of course, that this wasn’t the end of your depression and that there was still a lot of work you would have to put in to start feeling better. But you knew, with your friends by your side and Peter holding onto you, that it wouldn’t be so hard as it had looked before.
You settled back into sleep, only being woken up by Ned’s screams coming from the bathroom and MJ snickering in the background. You didn’t move from Peter’s arms but you grinned and buried your face deeper into his chest.
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I can explain (Shangqi x f!reader)
Shangqi x f!reader
Prompt: “When everything’s going wrong, the mere thought of you makes it right.” + never wanting to pull away kiss
Content: a little angst, but more fluff
Word Count: 1.6k
Babyboiboyega’s Marvel Masterlist
A/N: this is my first ever time writing for Shangqi (or Shang-Chi), and I already have a lot of other ideas for this incredibly loveable character.
I hope you all enjoyed this!
A heavy sigh left Y/N’s mouth as she unceremoniously dropped onto her couch. The feeling of her limbs relaxing into the cushions almost prompted a moan of relief to follow the heavy sigh. It did, however, make her eyes flutter closed as she leaned her head back.
Y/N had been thinking of this moment the entire day. The moment when her week ended and her weekend began; a weekend of not having to deal with rude, angry-at-the-world customers who decide to yell at her because a privately owned publishing warehouse doesn’t print the book that they want. Or the customers who don’t check their emails for their tracking information and then get mad at her, for some absurd reason.
Another sigh leaves her mouth, and this time with the sigh goes her thoughts of work, entering the empty air for the weekend.
But being off on the weekend didn’t exactly mean being absolved of texts and calls from fellow coworkers, ranting about customers, or even management. So when her phone’s ringer went off, signaling a new incoming text, she simply kept her eyes closed. She certainly had enough time to read and reply...but maybe later.
The text had already migrated to the back of her mind in the span of a few seconds...and then her phone went off again. This time, two quick “dings” sounded through her apartment.
Her eyes opened before she slowly sat up, her phone coming into view. Before she could spare another though about her phone and it’s notifications, her hand quickly reached for the remote and pressed the power button.
She managed to flip through a few channels before her phone rang once more, and this time it was accompanied by a few knocks on her door.
Completely disregarding the fact that it was almost 11 at night and she hadn’t been expecting anyone, and being fueled by her now very obvious annoyance, it only took her a few strides to reach her door. In all honesty, she’d had no idea what she was going to say to whoever was on the other side of her door; but whatever had been ready to leave her lips died as soon as she opened the door.
“Shaun?”
She hadn’t been able to control the volume and surprise in her voice, and she saw his grimace in response. She couldn’t find it in herself to care if he didn’t like the volume in her voice; the very next emotions she felt surge through her body was...well, it was a cross between worry and anger.
“Y/N...hey.” He had a sheepish smile on his face; one that showed off his dimple. One that she had to restrain from returning. But then she remembered the last time she had seen that same smile and the last time she had even heard from him. Her eyebrows raised incredulously.
“‘Hey?’ ‘Hey’?? That’s all...that’s all you have to say to me after being gone for...a month? And some weeks?”
She could hear the hurt in her own voice, and it made her want to cringe at herself.
‘He could have been doing more important things than worrying about you’ is all that went through her mind.
Her arms crossed self-consciously in front of her.
“Please, let me explain. It’s… it’s actually crazier than you think.”
The hesitance on her part came from her nagging thoughts that flipped between “he was genuinely busy” and “he’s about to make up some absurd excuse for why he hasn’t spoken to you while also letting you down gently”.
“May I come in?” His eyebrows were raised as he gently asked for her permission. Y/N quickly nodded and stepped to the side before her thoughts could scare her too much.
His eyes stayed on her as he stepped past her, entering her apartment. She took a second to take a deep breath before closing the door behind him.
She briefly wondered how her face looked as she turned to face him. Did she look as hurt and worried as she felt? Could he see her feelings on her face?
“I’m sorry for disappearing for...as long as I did. And I’m sorry for not reaching out at all during that time. But I can explain why.”
His eyes followed her figure as she walked slowly around her kitchen counter. He made no effort to hide the pleading look in his eyes, and he only began talking when Y/N raised her eyebrows from across the counter.
“Okay. Just...bare with me.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed and more questions filled her mind as she watched him take a breath as if he were bracing himself.
Y/N hadn’t known what to expect when he had started talking, but she definitely wasn’t expecting a story filled with martial arts, trained assassins, ancient organizations, soul-sucking demons, and dragons.
Even after he had explained everything, his eyes watching and waiting for her reaction, she still couldn’t find the words to express herself.
Her body was frozen in its same position, and her eyes were wide and staring right at him. As the silence stretched between them, he couldn’t help grimacing slightly once again.
“Also, my name isn’t really Shaun. It’s Shangqi.”
That last piece of information seemed to finally shake Y/N out of her stupor, as she blinked quickly and let out a quick breath.
“I...I don’t know what to say.” In all honesty, all of this was kind of making her head spin, and it was evident in the way her breathing picked in just the slightest.
“W-What exactly do you say to someone who’s just saved the world? ‘Thank you’? ‘I owe you my life’- because, I guess, technically, I do owe you my life. Because of you, I still have my life- or my soul.”
At her rambling, Shangqi’s expression shifted from one of wariness to relief to a little worried. It had only just crossed his mind that he was worried that she wouldn’t believe him, and not worried about how she would receive the information.
She believed every word that had just come from his mouth, simply because she knew that he wouldn’t lie about something like this. She knew that he wouldn’t lie to her… at least she hoped he wouldn’t.
“You don’t have to say anything. I...I just needed you to know why I was gone. The thought of letting you go one more second thinking I just...left you was driving me crazy.”
A humorless laugh forced its way through Y/N’s lips.
“Yeah, thinking I had driven you away was driving me crazy too.”
Before she could even regret her words, her eyes were drawn to Shangqi, whose head was shaking quickly. In a few steps, he had walked around the counter, coming to a stop a few feet from her.
“That was never the case, I swear. You could never drive me away, not even if you tried.”
At the minuscule smile that appeared on her face, he risked taking another step forward.
From where he stood, he could smell faint traces of her favorite perfume that had slowly worn off during her day. Her favorite perfume had quickly become his favorite scent, simply because it reminded him of her.
From where she stood, she could easily see the faint signs of exhaustion on his face. No doubt from the strains of the last month and a half. It made her want to reach out to him.
“Every second, from the moment we left, all I could think about was coming back to you. Even while staring into the face of a-”
“A mega soul-sucking demon?”
The quiet laugh that left his mouth seemed to weigh on her body, but not with pressure. Instead, all she felt was warmth, and it coursed through her veins with the power of 11 suns.
“Yes,” there was laughter in his voice as he responded, “even while staring into the face of a mega soul-sucking demon.”
As he spoke, he had gradually moved forward until taking a deep breath would easily have their chests brushing against each other.
Y/N couldn’t keep the tremor out of her voice as she spoke, her eyes flickering between Shangqi’s.
“You...you really thought of me when you were saving the world?”
Her eyes fluttered closed as his hand raised and gently cupped her cheek. Soon after, she felt pressure from his forehead connecting with hers. Without hesitation, her own hands lifted, coming to grasp at his sides, desperate to pull him closer.
His breath fanned across her face as he spoke, and it made her hands tighten.
“When everything’s going wrong, the mere thought of you always makes it right.”
His words were quickly swallowed by Y/N’s lips pressing against his with fervor. The hand that was on her cheek gently titled her head back as he kissed her back with just as much passion, while his other hand wound around her waist. They both pulled at the other, as if they couldn’t get close enough.
The warmth that had been coursing through her veins quickly turned into leg-numbing electricity the longer their lips were connected. Her eyes were closed, and so were his, but they could both see the other’s face behind their lids, surrounded by the stars their presence created.
The only thing that could pull them apart was the need for air, and even then, as their foreheads connected and their lips stayed hovering over each other’s, they breathed the same air.
Shangqi’s words were shaky as he spoke, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin.
“You make everything right.”
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Once again, I hope you all enjoyed this! I would take requests for this character, but I still have a ton of requests for LOK....
But maybe sometime in the near future!
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love language(s) — himejima gyomei
Author’s Note: my thumbs are not green. 🥀 Gyomei would be disappointed in me... can’t keep a plant to save my life. Actually: if my life were on the line, then prob would survive — my competency isn’t that horrid. Other than that drastic scenario, however... rip any plant placed under my care. 😵
love language(s) — himejima gyomei
Himejima Gyomei x Reader
Word Count: ~1,800
CW: mild sexual content
Request Fulfilled: hello hello! may i request some gyomei hcs :> like,, what would be his love language/s [giving and receiving] hehe thank you!!
~faqs~
Giving
Hold up
Physical touch
Quality time
Gift giving
Verbal affirmation
What’s the fifth love language again ?? Trying to recall from memory…
AHA!
Acts of service (should be “5.” but tumblr formatting’s picky af)
So I must confess that I haven’t read any KNY manga 😬
Which means my perception of Gyomei is from the miniscule amount of screentime he got in s2 plus any fanfics about him that I’ve read
That being said, I feel like Gyomei gravitates toward giving Quality Time and Verbal Affirmation
Altho the softie in me *technically* imagines all the Hashira as cuddle bugs (albeit some more highkey than others) I am not touch starved tyvm Okay maybe just a little 😕
Gyomei just strikes me as particularly simple
Not like, simple in the noggin 😶
Just
Simply spending time together
And constantly announcing how splendid you are
He’s not into flashy gimmicks *cough* Tengen *cough*
I see him as someone who deeply values his alone time
Mind you, being alone on missions is different from having undisturbed time to oneself, ya feel?
Not to mention: it’s gotta be, to some degree, mentally exhausting to be moved to tears all the time — even when the tears are happy ones
So like, this man needs loads of time to decompress
And prob seeks out lower stim environments when socializing
At the very least, he’s gotta suffer from dry eyes
Have you ever cried so much that your eyes hurt?
Now imagining crying a lot
I presume eye drops exist in Demon Slayer?
If Shinobu can regrow Zenitsu’s limbs, then eye drops must be canon 😤
Welp, Gyomei definitely has a vial of dry-eyes-be-gone on him 24/7
I’m getting sidetracked
Himejima Gyomei’s the guy who’d rather read a book in bed with a mug of herbal tea vs go out with the other Hashira for drinks
And by other Hashira I’m thinking mostly Kyojuro, Sanemi, and Tengen (Mitsuri only goes when Shinobu does, and vice versa)
Initially, you’d be hesitant to encroach on his alone time
He’d never exactly uninvite you, but he didn’t necessarily invite you either
Until one day when you semi jokingly remark while returning from a joint mission, “Gyomei-san, are we even romantically involved? We hardly do anything together. Unless you count fighting demons?”
And suddenly, he’s inviting you to practically everything he used to do alone
Book in bed with a mug of herbal tea? He wants you there ✅ Begins stock piling your favorites
Morning meditation? Invitation sent ✅ Whether or not you wake up in time to join him is entirely up to you 😴
Watering his plants? ✅ Begs you to come along, which, you almost regret bc he has sooo many plants and it’s stiflingly humid in his greenhouse yes this man has a private greenhouse, author makes the rules and he takes foreeevvverrr to water them bc, “They each need 30 seconds of water, 3 times. Okay, [y/n]-san?” buuut he’s a cutie 🌻 so mostly you just feel honored that he trusts you to care for his plants
As much as he enjoys being deployed on missions with you, he does not consider fighting demons to be quality time 🙄
You lowkey wrecked him asking if y’all were “even romantically involved” bc ?? 😭 He adores you ?? 💖 Cherishes you ?? 💗 Loves you ?? 💝
You’d literally sent him in a tizzy
“What if [y/n]-san breaks up with me?” Oh wait 😐 They don’t even know whether we’re together
Dw, he wasn’t frustrated by you
Mostly just distraught at his own lack of recognition that you needed ✨attention✨
P.S. The morning after your fateful remark, you’d awoken to a letter slipped under your front doorstep inviting you most affectionately and hopefully to join Gyomei for an evening stroll 💌
Srsly tho
He has the time to water a bajillion plants on the daily
—Logistical plothole here what with frequently being away on missions: I’m aware 🙃
—But that’s what hiring gardeners is for 🤗
But the most important plant was wilting before his very own eyes and he didn’t fricking notice ?!?!
You’re his prettiest-flower-that-isn’t-a-flower
Ofc, he doesn’t douse you with water
He douses you with thoughtful compliments
Exhibit A: “The color of your haori truly highlights the gentleness of your eyes.”
Exhibit B: “Your fingers are so elegant plucking the dead leaves from my hostas. Thank you for pruning them with me.”
Exhibit C: “Your laughter is a butterfly’s wing against my cheek — so light and tender, and capable of granting me endless joy.”
He douses you with encouragement and pride
Exhibit A: “Thank you for cooking dinner [y/n]-san. You’re doing a wonderful job! I’m sure you won’t overcook the rice this time.” And if you do, then he’ll try his best to only cry a little, just for you
Exhibit B: “I’m so impressed you beheaded that demon before me, [y/n]-san! May I watch you train sometime? It’s been a while since we sparred, and I believe I could learn a thing or two from you.”
—He really didn’t let you have it
—No, really 😌
—It was all you baybee 🥳
—Okay so he might have accidentally absolutely unintentionally moved a tad slower than you so you could reach it first
Exhibit C: “I know it hurts, [y/n]-san, but I know you can handle it.” this will remain appropriate, unfortunately “A wayward sprain could never restrain your resilience and spirit.”
—He still cries as you hobble around adorably, then cries bc he just wants you to okay, and cries some more bc he gets to scoop you into his arms and tuck you into his bed — the injured must rest!
And most annoyingly significantly, he douses you in nonstop-when will it stop-plsmakeitstop-he really doesn’t have to continue feeling so guilty about it reassurance of your romantic involvation I don’t think “involvation” is a real word oops
Exhibit A; Random Day | Random Location | Random Time: “Do you know who my romantic partner is, [y/n]-san?” he smiles widely. You sigh. “You are, [y/n]-san! You are my romantic partner.”
Exhibit B; Random Day | Gyomei’s Greenhouse | Early Afternoon: “Do you know what romantic partners do, [y/n]-san?” he leans down and pecks the top of your head cheerfully. You groan. “They nurture nature together! And [y/n]-san — we nurture nature together!”
Exhibit C; Random Day | Gyomei’s Bed | Nightfall: “Do you know what the worst part about having a romantic partner is, [y/n]-san?” he murmurs softly, bookmarking his page as he angles his body to face yours. You lay your book aside as well, quietly placing your hands over his. “It’s knowing there could never be enough clothes, rope, string, anything, to escape the depth of your devotion to them,” he pauses, struggling to collect himself, “But that is also the best part. You are my partner, [y/n]-san, and I am devoted to you.”
—
Ahhhhh
Gyomei, devoted, to you
His time spent, on you
His words spoken, to you
What a gem 💎🥺
Receiving
Time to give myself emotional whiplash transitioning from that bucket of fluff to another bucket of fluff
—
Imo, the language that screams GIMME the most for Gyomei
… as in, he’s screaming “GIMME” 😂
Is Physical Touch
Except he’s actually suuuper bashful about it
And never screams for it
—That’s his job
—To make you scream for it 😳
—That was an attempt at what I’d hoped would be a hilarious innuendo
—Guess not ☹️
It took you a while to figure him out
He doesn’t exactly shy from your touch
More like melts into it ☺️
But the only physical touch he’s naturally comfortable asking for is… 🥁🥁🥁
Holding hands 🤝
Beyond holding hands, Gyomei relies on you to lead the way
Creating a sort of catch 22, because you try your best to be cognizant and respectful of his upbringing
Which, his upbringing ≠ Physical Touch
Usually, you initiate touch in bed
Not like that
Yeesh
I already told you this will remain appropriate, unfortunately 👀
You initiate touch in bed, away from curious eyes, immersed in the soothing glow of cerulean and lavender lanterns — hand painted by you and Gyomei
Toasty, sweet aromas of sobacha and kuromamecha tea cling to his olive green kakebuton, a gift from you to him “just because”
As the moon peers above the horizon, you’re tentative, knee leaning lightly into his thigh, your arm barely skimming his, the turning of pages floating pleasantly between you
Sitting in his bed, beside him, because he wants you there, is achingly meaningful
You move like honey as the moon ascends, a brush of your elbow against his ribcage here, a tap of your fingertip on his hip there
Not teasing, not seducing — easing him into your closeness
The pressure of your knee leaning on his thigh increases and increases, until he gently murmurs, “I’d feel very happy if our legs were fully touching.”
When the moon reaches and rests at its highest point, you press your mouth delicately to his shoulder
Gyomei’s focus wavers, book falling from his grip to his lap, a low, contented moan vibrating in his throat
“Another. Please. [y/n]-san. Touch…”
“Touch, Gyomei-san?” you smile tenderly
“Mm…” he doesn’t elaborate
Doesn’t have to
You have him figured out
“How does this feel?” your fingernails scratch faintly along his jawline Mm
“And this?” you playfully flick his ear Mm
“You’re warm, Gyomei-san,” your body adjusts itself Mm
Taut as you stretch to kiss the corner of his eye
Familiar as you exhale slowly, breath leaving a quiet trail of goosebumps from his cheek to his neck to the edge of his collarbone; your fingers wrap reassuringly around the strength of his wrist, lifting his palm to your nose; you nuzzle cutely, nipping at his callouses; then, you grip his hand with both of yours, his fingers straightening as you peep at him through them
“May I?” you whisper
Mm
You release his hand, sleepily settling further into bed, rolling onto your side
So casually, so safely, you tuck yourself into his sitting form, hugging his nearest forearm to your chest as you pull your knees up
—This is how you fall asleep, clinging to Gyomei
His heart hums, a constant, mellow bliss
As he picks up his book, and continues to read
…
Before you even ask-
Yes, he fumbles his book every so often
It’s hard to read with just one hand holding (the book) AND turning (the pages)
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