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crying you guys i really fuckimg love teenage mutant ninja turtles
#bean babbles#waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh#saw a picture of donatello and was so overcome with emotions that now im in tears#i fucking love that freaking little purple guy what the hell
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the clash | vi. (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)
hobie brown x goth!reader
word count: 2.2k
genre: enemies to lovers
warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you (sort of), you hating hobie, angry hobie, death, there’s a murder, SORT OF GRAPHIC death scene, injuries, ANGST, a plot twist!, sort of allusions to s*icide
a/n: ok y’all. this one’s a lil shorter, but this is where it starts getting whacky. the way i’m writing this is sort of like if i was writing a comic book, so this is a WHOLE ASS PLOTLINE that i could see being illustrated in my brain. i hope you enjoy, bc it’s about to get WILD. don’t worry tho the fluff will come bc i’m soft(ish)
previous chapter: v. ever fallen in love
now reading: vi. (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)
next chapter: vii. i wanna be sedated
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First thing’s first, Hobie needs to find out where the Prowler of your world might be. He could always call Miles and ask him where his Uncle Aaron lived, but that seems a little… insensitive. If there’s anything he knows about the Prowler, he knows that he’s a thief. So, Hobie snatches your police dispatcher and listens for some burglaries being reported. Getting any type of assistance from the police pains him to his very core, but he’s not about to wake you up and let you know what he’s about to do. He crouches on the railing of your balcony and stares out at your city. He hears calls about someone robbing a Bloodega, not the Prowler. Some kids snuck into a club, also not what he needs. “Come on, pigs,” he mumbles, “give me somethin’ useful here.”
That’s when his ears perk up.
“Reports of someone lurking around of Oscorp Labs, suspicions that it might be the Prowler. Units on standby for Spider-Goth, do not engage with the Prowler.”
Do not engage? What the hell? Isn’t he a villain? Hobie quickly understands what’s going on.
He works with the cops.
Fuck this assshole.
He leaps off your balcony, webbing his way through your city. It may not be his style, necessarily, but it’s a nice place. He can see why you like it so much. He’s actually been webbing through it more than he ever expected to with how much he visits you. He knows deep down that he’s visiting so much only to see you, but outwardly he likes to pretend it’s just to see Shadow. He knows more about your world than Miles, Pav, or Gwen’s which is interesting considering he’s known you only about 3 and a half months. Luckily, you live only a short web swing away from Oscorp, so he can’t get too lost in his thoughts about you and can end this guy faster. He lands on the top of the building and glances around. He notices a perfectly cut hole in the glass a few floors down, so he crawls down and through into the building. It’s dark. He tries to stay as quiet as he possibly can because he knows that’s how you would do it, but damn. He just isn’t good at stealth. And this is factual apparently, because he gets the feeling someone is watching him and just barely jumps out of the way from what looks like a whip covered in spikes. He lands on the ground in a crouched position when he hears a somewhat familiar sounding voice. “Who the hell are you?”
“Can ask you the same question, mate,” Hobie says, “The answer will make this whole thing so much easier.”
“You one of that freak’s friends?”
“Something like that,” Hobie responds. “I take it you’re the Prowler?”
“The one and only,” he says, and Hobie rolls his eyes under his mask. “Mate, do I have some news for you,” he snorts, and the Prowler flicks his wrist. His whip makes some mechanical noise and green and purple light starts shining through it in little places where the metal isn’t completely welded together. Hobie motions to it. “Bet you’re proud a’ that. What are you? A cybergoth? cyborgoth?”
“I’ll ask this one more time. Who are you?”
“Name’s Spider-Man, also known as Spider-Punk,” Hobie says, and the Prowler groans. “There’s another one? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“There’s a lot more than just me and them, mate,” Hobie crouches down, ready to leap out of the way if need be. “Why are you here? Where’s my insect at?”
Hobie doesn’t like the way he called you his. “They’re not yours,” he hisses at him. The Prowler is quiet for a moment before laughing. “Oh. I see. Didn’t know they had a boyfriend,” he says, before whipping towards Hobie. He jumps out of the way in time, but almost doesn’t because boyfriend? Excuse me? “Not their boyfriend!” he yells, landing on the ceiling and glaring down at the Prowler. “No? Then why are you here? I figured it was because of how badly I beat them. Their screams were so entertaining.” Hobie hates this man. He clenches his jaw. “Nowhere near as entertainin’ as yours’ll be, dickhead,” he grunts, jumping down and shooting a web at the Prowlers legs. Luckily, the Prowler wasn’t expecting that, and Hobie is able to yank his legs out from underneath him. He falls hard, and Hobie smirks. “Oh sorry, did that hurt?” Hobie says, and the Prowler growls, standing up faster than Hobie anticipated. “I’ll kill you.”
“Not if I kill you first, mate,” Hobie says, anger seeping out of his words. “A spider that willingly kills, huh? Is that why you came to find me?” he chuckles, “I feel like you and I could be good friends,” the Prowler’s chuckle turns into a laugh, and it pisses Hobie off even more. “I’d rather die than be friends with someone like you,” Hobie shoots another web at him, but this time the prowler dodges it. He flicks his wrist, and Hobie feels the whip make contact with his side. He grunts in pain. This must be what got you earlier today. “That can be arranged. You’re even worse than your little partner,” the Prowler says, and Hobie can hear the smirk. He wants to punch that fucking smirk off his stupid face. Hobie stands again, grabbing his guitar. If it’s a fight to the death this fucker wants, it’s a fight he’ll get. And Hobie will not be dying tonight. “Oh, what are you gonna do? Power chord me out of existence?”
“More like beat your ass until you kick it,” Hobie growls, “but if ya want me to do it with style, I’ll play ya a song over your dead body.”
“Bold of you to assume I’ll be the one dying tonight,” the Prowler says and uses his whip again. Hobie jumps out of the way, and his eyes widen as he dodges two bullets in midair. He lands on the ground and sees that the Prowler’s gauntlets are guns as well. He scoffs. “How much that suit cost ya?”
“Would have cost a lot if I didn’t steal it or invent it myself, but I did,” Hobie dodges two more bullets, but lands directly on the Prowlers whip, causing him to slip and fall. “Luckily my agreement with the police got me the state-of-the-art tech that I needed,” the Prowler confesses. “Fuck,” Hobie grunts, jumping up as quickly as he can. “I’m gonna love telling Spider-Goth I took down their boyfriend.”
“Not their boyfriend!” Hobie yells, jumping out of the way of his whip, and more bullets.
“I find that very hard to believe.”
“Look, how ‘bout we settle this without any gadgets, eh? See who wins then?” Hobie says, and the Prowler scoffs. “If you can’t beat me at my best, you can’t beat me at my worst.”
“Actually, yeah I can. Dunno if you’re realizin’, but I’m still alive and breathin’,” Hobie says, jumping out of the way of his whip yet again. This time, though, Hobie was prepared. He webs the whip and yanks it as hard as he can. The Prowler is airborne as Hobie swings him to the other side of the room. He lands with a thud, and Hobie webs over to him, doing a flip to land a kick directly to the face. The Prowler manages to get his whip wrapped around Hobie’s ankle and flings him back across the room. He crashes into some glass wall and groans. “As much as I fuck with your ‘fuck the establishment attitude,’ Spider-Goth ain’t gonna be too happy with me if I destroy another buildin’,” Hobie says, shaking his head, hearing some glass fall down next to him. Then, the alarms start blaring. ‘Great, probably broke somethin’ important,’ he thinks before noticing a piece of glass stuck in his arm. ‘Gotta make this quick,’ he thinks, grunting as he pulls the glass out of his arm. “Like I give a fuck what makes them mad,” the Prowler says, running towards Hobie. He leaps out of the way, webbing his leg again and causing him to slip and fall. Hobie then delivers a blow to the side of his face with his guitar, but thanks to his armor, it just hurts him more than anything.
Then Hobie hears hissing. He leaps up onto the ceiling just before a mechanical snake was about to sink its stupid metal fangs into him. “Made yourself friends ‘cause ya ain’t got any? I’d be gutted for you if ya weren’t such a dick,” Hobie says, webbing the snake and jumping off of the ceiling. He does a flip in midair, swinging the snake with him and throwing it at the Prowler. He dodges just in time, but Hobie is able to deliver another blow to him. This time, Hobie goes for his leg. And he hears a crack. Just as he wanted. The Prowler shrieks out in pain.
Hobie lands next to him and bends down. “Hope that hurt, fucker,” he spits, striking his other leg in the same fashion. He dodges the mechanical snake again, grabbing it and using his strength to break it in one squeeze. He throws it to the side and dodges more bullets from the Prowler’s gauntlets. Unsurprisingly, Hobie goes for both arms next. He stops when the man is rendered completely useless, rolling the Prowler over on his back. “I win,” Hobie says, and even he is taken aback at how menacing his voice sounds. The Prowler grunts, “You sure you’re a good guy?” Hobie ignores him and stands beside his head. “I do what I want. Any last words?”
The Prowler is silent for a moment before speaking. “Tell them that their boyfriend would have been able to save–”
Hobie doesn’t let him finish.
In fact, Hobie has trouble stopping even after he knows the deed is done. He didn’t even give Osborn this kind of disrespect. But this guy is different. All Hobie has to do is think about the state of your back, how you still blame yourself for what this motherfucker did to someone you cared so much about, and he’s swinging his guitar again.
He only stops when there’s nothing left to hit.
He breathes heavily, observing what he’s done in the flashing red lights as the alarm blares in the background. He walks back to the window, glancing back at what he’s done before leaping out and webbing away as fast as possible. He hopes no one saw him. Doesn’t want anyone confusing you for him.
He lands on your balcony and sees Shadow waiting for him inside the doors. He opens them and hears the cat meow at him. He leans down, giving him a few scratches, before opening a portal to his world. He goes home, falling on his bed. He groans, feeling the injuries he got for the first time. The adrenaline was keeping him going that entire fight. He gets up, and begins mending his injuries. Halfway through the last set of stitches he has to give himself, he gets a call on his watch from Miguel. He rolls his eyes, ready to get yelled at for, ‘interfering with the fate of the multiverse, yaddah yaddah yaddah blah blah blah boring boring boring.’
“Yeah, what d’ya want?” he answers, finishing up his stitches. “Get to Spider Society immediately.”
“I’m a little busy here, mate can it–”
“NO! It can’t wait, Hobie! Get here now!” Miguel screams, hanging up. Hobie groans. He was supposed to go back to your world so when you wake up, he would be there and explain why he did what he did. He could just go back… but then Miguel might show up in your world. And he sure as hell doesn’t want that. Sighing, he opens a portal to earth-2099, walking through and ending up in Miguel’s multi-screened research room. “Do you know what you did.”
“Killed a bloody villain, what of it?” Hobie asks, already annoyed. Miguel pounds his fist on the desk. “You interfered with (Y/n)’s timeline, Hobart!”
“I was protecting them!”
“YOU CREATED AN ANOMALY!” Miguel screams, and Hobie frowns. “How did I–”
“You killed a villain not a part of your own world, a villain who played a role in a major canon event of (Y/n)’s and now–”
“Would you come off it with the fuckin’ canon events?! Whatever it is will be resolved in one way or another!”
“Hobie you don’t understand–”
“He hurt them! Was I just supposed to stand around and let it happen?!”
“YES! We’re Spider-People it’s part of the job,” Miguel screams, and Hobie rolls his eyes. “I thought you hated them anyways, why did you want to protect them so bad?!” Miguel asks, and Hobie freezes. That… is actually a good question. He sees your injuries in his mind again and his frown deepens. Why did he want to protect you? Surely, he doesn’t… like you? No, he wouldn’t have done what he just did for a just a friend, though he would have still hunted the Prowler down. But the thought of him hurting you drove him to do unspeakable things… which he did. Is it… does he like you romantically?
His eyes widen. It would make sense if he felt that way. He was around you 24/7. These past two days were torture. He likes the way you challenge him. He likes the way you look, he likes the way you speak, he likes– “Hobie. Answer me.” His thoughts get cut off by Miguel, and he swallows hard. “I… I actually can’t answer that right now,” he says, and Miguel frustratedly runs his hand through his hair. “Hobie. What you just did…”
“Is bad, I know–”
“It’s not just bad. It’s detrimental.”
“What do you–”
“Do you know who you killed?” Miguel asks, and Hobie scoffs. “Obviously. I killed the Prowler, probably some variant of Aaron Davis or–”
“The Prowler on Earth-666 is not Aaron Davis,” Miguel says, frowning at him. “Did I kill Miles? You know his voice did sound kind of familiar…” Hobie asks, feeling a little worse about the way he handled the situation. “No. It wasn’t Miles, either.” Hobie looks up at Miguel, who takes a deep breath. “The Prowler on Earth-666 was Hobart Brown.”
Hobie feels like he just got hit with a pound of bricks. This is too much for him to process in one night. “I… what?”
“You just killed yourself.” Hobie shakes his head. “I–”
“He sounded familiar because he was you. Just without the English accent,” Miguel says. “Did (Y/n) know?” he asks, less concerned with the fact that he technically killed himself, and more concerned with the fact that he did all of those things to you. Miguel shakes his head no. “They didn’t. They were never supposed to know,” Miguel affirms, and Hobie lets out a shaky breath. He unclenches the fists he didn’t realize he formed. He feels the indents his nails made on his palms, but he doesn’t care. He was genuinely scared for a minute there. How would you react towards him if you know he was the one torturing you for so long? He nods. “Good.”
“There’s something else I need to tell you, Hobie,” Miguel says, and Hobie looks at him. “You changed a canon event. So far, the world seems stable… but you’re not going to like what will happen next,” Miguel says, turning away from him. Hobie jumps up to the platform Miguel is standing on. “Will (Y/n) be okay?” he sounds a little too frantic, and Miguel glances over at him. “You care too much for them.”
“Bollocks,” Hobie retorts, and Miguel sighs. “I knew you would like them,” he mumbles before pulling up information on your Earth onto the monitors. Hobie sees the Venom symbiote pop up and frowns. You haven’t had to deal with that yet. “The Venom symbiote was meant to bond to Hobart Brown on (Y/n)’s Earth. Now, the symbiote is going to bond to (Y/n), which is bad. This symbiote is unlike the other Venoms. It’s angrier. Deadlier. He would have been the worst enemy they ever had to face. I’ve been mentoring them as a secret way to help them train to be able to defeat him because… well…”
“Cause what?”
“Hobie Brown with the Venom symbiote would have been unstoppable,” Miguel says, turning to Hobie and delivering information that makes a chill run down his spine.
“Hobart Brown was meant to kill (Y/n) (L/n).”
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MISS YOU -
[ !fwb jhs pjm ksj jjk kth x reader ]
HOSEOK -
hobi: hi
y/n: ur texting me before 5pm should i be scared rn….
hobi: i miss you
y/n: oh i’m terrified
hobi: can’t a man simply miss his girl???
y/n: i’m shaking in my boots dni
and ur girl???
shut the hell up
hobi: i miss you
y/n: STOP
this is really weird
hobi: ok i’m never being nice again
y/n: 💜
hobi: i lied i’m just a nice guy at heart
i miss you my pretty little petal 💘
y/n: this is a new low for you hoseok
hobi: i told you about saying my name
i’m trying to be sweet to u rn
not horny
y/n: our relationship is literally built on being horny wtf are you talking about
hobi: do you miss me
say yes if yes and no if yes
y/n: ok that is real unfair
hobi: yes or no
no jungkook
y/n: speaking to you before 5pm truly feels illegal
hobi: i talk to you before 5pm
like all the time
don’t make me look bad rn
we literally work together
i talk to you all the time???????????
y/n: u sound like ur trying to convince urself you talk to me
hobi: I LITERALLY DO STOP LYING
y/n: ok yeah you do but you only message me to fuck after 5pm
hobi: i never said i wanted to fuck?????
y/n: so you don’t want to fuck??
hobi: ok yes
y/n: knew it
hobi: yeah whatever
BUT
i just thought i would try and be a sweet loving man for u
y/n: well don’t do it again
freaked me the hell out
hobi: u wanna be my girlfriend so bad i’m gonna throw up
y/n: ???????????
hobi: ok sorry
y/n: freak
hobi: miss ur pussy on my face
y/n: i’m literally blocking you
ur so gross
hobi: ok wtf
how do i win in this life
cant be sweet
cant be explicit
HOW DO I WIN
y/n: ask to fuck nicely
hobi: may i please indulge in the sexual intercourse with you at 1400 hours
y/n: and normally
hobi: can we fuck in like 20 minutes
in my studio preferably
pls and thanks 😝
y/n: sure
hobi: TURN UPPP
that was really easy
y/n: did you just call me easy?????????
hobi: NO??????
y/n: you definitely did
hobi: NONONONO
i’m just saying like normally i’d have to beg a little
ur kind of a sadist like that
anyways
you didn’t make me beg today
dare i say
dot dot dot
ur stating to fall in love with me wink
y/n: did you just type out dot dot dot and wink???
hobi: say yes if yes and no if yes
y/n: stop breathing
hobi: hard
and no not by shinee
this one is by hoseok
but WAIT
(no dino)
if we think about it is by you
hard by you
wink lol
y/n: ur so fucking lame it’s unreal
JIMIN -
jimin: miss you
wanna kiss you so bad
y/n: personally i wanna fuck
jimin: …
is it really that hard to act like you were loved as a child for even a little bit
y/n: all i’m hearing rn is you don’t want to fuck
ur LAME
jimin: do you not miss me back?
y/n: next question
jimin: do you miss me???
y/n: purple
pull ur dick out
jimin: i’m getting real upset
what if i cry rn
y/n: lowkey
jimin: stop talking
y/n: it WOULD be real hot
jimin: …
i’m trying to be cute and love on u rn
y/n: gross
love on ur girlfriend or something
jimin: ur my girlfriend
y/n: i’m ur girl friend you fuck sometimes
the big space was on purpose btw
if you didn’t get that
jimin: ok fuck????
i get it
so like do you fr not miss me back or what?
y/n: for someone who said they get it ur not acting like you get it
jimin: i get it
y/n: get a guitar
jimin: what
y/n: riize
jimin: rise?
y/n: talk saxy
jimin: tf are u talking about
y/n: ur so annoying
jimin: can you say you miss me back
y/n: no!
jimin: i’m gonna stop fucking you
y/n: ok
jimin: ok i lied but were you scared for a second
y/n: not really
jimin: ok idc
y/n: who is ur riize bais
mine is shotaro
he’s a real cuite
jimin: mine is i miss you jimin
y/n: i’m not saying i miss you
jimin: why not?
y/n: why?
jimin: because you miss me???
y/n: i saw you last week??
jimin: LAST WEEK
oh my chest hurts
the walls are caving in
y/n: are you done
jimin: should we just make it official
y/n: if ur this annoying and a fuck buddy i don’t even want to imagine what ur like as a boyfriend
jimin: better
y/n: i doubt that!
jimin: let’s find out challenge go!!!!
y/n: i do NOT consent
jimin: hello girlfriend do you miss me like i miss you????????
y/n: i’m gonna start fucking joon
jimin: say sike
that’s not funny at ALL
say sike rn
HELLO???????????????
SAY SIKE Y/N
IM SO FR SAY SIKE
SEOKJIN -
jin: miss you
y/n: ☠️☠️☠️☠️
just send that to jimin
he’s laughing at you
jin: wtf is ur problem
y/n: why are you messaging me during works hours??
jin: cuz i missed you???
yeah i said missed
not miss
cuz fuck you
you made me look weak in front of jimin
you bitch
y/n: what if i said i missed you too?
jin: ofc you miss me
that was a given
i was just letting you know the feeling was mutual
y/n: that’s crazy cuz i don’t miss you at all
jin: ????
are you proposing to me rn?
y/n: ?get a grip
jin: need you here rn
y/n: i’m trying to work
jin: ok?? idk what that has to do with anything
y/n: i’m working
jin: are we role playing??
y/n: no.
jin: omg i was just kidding lighten up a bit geez
pretty girl i miss you
no even joking
y/n: pic with tears or ur lying
jin: you make missing you not fun at all
y/n: is missing ur fuck buddy supposed to be fun??
jin: we’re still calling it that?
y/n: ??
jin: it’s fine
i’ll indulge you and ur games
y/n: LMAOOO ???
ur age is really showing
talking like a fucking vampire
jin: yeah yeah
what time do you finish
y/n: in exactly an hour
jin: i’ll pick you up
will bring the nice car and everything
y/n: all ur cars are nice
jin: i know
just wanted to hear you say it
y/n: eat the rich i say!
jin: i’ll let you eat me
let’s go bite for bite
y/n: jimin would have a field day with that
jin: i don’t want to talk about jimin while i’m seducing you thank you very much
y/n: ur seducing me??
jin: yeah
you couldn’t tell?
y/n: no?
jin: ur lying
y/n: maybe i am
jin: that’s what i thought
y/n: maybe i’m not
jin: you are
y/n: but what if i’m not
jin: no you are
y/n: am i?
jin: shut up
it’s like nice when you just don’t talk
and stop pretending you hate me
y/n: hate is a strong word
jin: so you love me?
y/n: love is a strong word
jin: fuck you
y/n: YOU WISH
jin: not true
y/n: IS THAT YOU OUTSIDE??????
WAVE IF THATS YOU
OH MYGOD YOU WAVED
THATS YOU
UR OUTSIDE
jin: i’m outside
y/n: ??????? HOW
jin: god knows
y/n: i said an hour
jin: an hour is too long dont you think :/
y/n: UGH
men
YOU MAKE ME SICK
give me 5
JUNGKOOK -
jk: come see me
y/n: ??LMAOOSODOFIDIFJFNDJJDJDJDJ SJDJDJDNDNDNDNNDNFNFNFNFNFNNDNDNFNFNFNFNFNFNFNNFNFNFNFNNFCJ
jk: ok i’m sorry i though you would find that really sexy and cool
y/n: that was really funny
imagined you saying that in real life LMSKDKKDF
THATS SO FUNNT WLMSKDODOFIFJFJFJFJFN
wow ur really silly
jk: i miss you
like so much
y/n: do you miss ME or do you miss fucking me
jk: is this a trick question?
y/n: not at all
jk: both?
y/n: are you sure
cuz you don’t sound sure
jk: it’s a trick question
y/n: i’m telling you it’s not
jk: if i say i miss fucking you ur gonna think i’m just using you for sex and that i’m horrible person that should die
but if i say i miss you ur gonna think i’m a stupid idiot loser who can’t control his feelings and should kill himself
y/n: is this u projecting rn??
jk: can i come over please
y/n: answer my question first
jk: i did !!!! i said both
y/n: you said
“both?”
jk: ok now i’m saying both!!!!
y/n: your just saying cuz you want to come over
so you miss fucking me
i see
jk: NO
well yes
bUT LIKE NOT JUST THAT I MISS YOu
LIKE YOU
as A PERSON
your smile
your voice
your like overall presence???
y/n: why is everything a question with you
stand on business kook
jk: you make me second guess everything
IM SO NERVOUS LEAVE ME ALONE
y/n: okay let’s not shout now
jk: ok i’m sorry
i’m really sorry
hey i’m sorry
y/n: guys i think he’s sorry
jk: guys??? who is there? don’t tell me it’s yoongi he’ll bully me
y/n: you want come over?
jk: so bad
y/n: ok
but you have to pay me in like
JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SENT ME 50K???/!/£:’dn
jk: you said pay
y/n: I DIDN’T FINISH MY SENTENCE??????
jk: oh
my fault
i’m sorry
i’m really sorry
you can keep it
for rainy day or something?????
carry on what were you saying??
i didn’t mean to interrupt
y/n: wow ok um i was just gonna say tteokbokki or something
jk: with cheese right?
you like it with cheese yeah?
i’ll come over and make it for you i’ll head to the store rn
anything else???
y/n: ummm no
jk: ok i can start making my way right?
y/n: yeah…
jk: cool ok see you soon
y/n: cool
cool wow yeah cool
that’s cool
wtf just happened
TAEHYUNG -
14 miss calls from tae
tae: throbbing rn
y/n: it’s 3 am what the fuck is wrong with you
and throbbing?????????
you
nvm
i don’t even want to finish my sentence
jump of a bridge cut ur dick off idc leave me alone
tae: i miss you
y/n: no shit
tae: told my parents were engaged
y/n: convinced all you do all day is pop percs and take punches to the head
tae: you can give me head
i miss ur head
and you ig
but like ur head 😍
meow
y/n: meow???
tae: MEOWWWWWWWW
y/n: what do you want??
it’s 3 am
tae: head???
like
are you stupid
wasn’t i clear enough
ACTUALLY NO WAIT
i miss you🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
what did nct say that one time
girl your my favourite 😋😍💗
y/n: i should call mark
tae: OMG YEAH
you think he’ll sing a bit for us
GIRL UR MY FAVOURITEEEEE
wait no???????
wtf
don’t call mark
are you sick
are you out of ur mind
i just called you my favourite and now ur calling mark?????
y/n: puka puka pow pow 💚
tae: ok but i said i miss you
y/n: k
tae: me missing you
like that’s what’s happening rn
ME missing YOU
do you understand
y/n: yess thank you ur so kind !🌷💞💘
tae: ??????
say it back maybe
y/n: no thanks!
tae: okay lol
the more you deny my love
y/n: yuck
tae: ok never interrupt me again
or we WILL have issues
y/n: are you talking to me rn…
tae: NO LMAO WHAAAATTT i must of forgot where i was for a second why would i ever threaten my beautiful amazing queen
y/n: ok not too much
tae: love you!
y/n: ur making me sick gonna throw up
tae: i’ll catch it
with my hands
y/n: stop
tae: eat it if you want me too
y/n: you lack serious amounts of self respect and it’s extremely worrying
tae: will you give me head
y/n: only if you never speak ever again
tae: ohmygod literally call me ariel babe like you give me head and my voice box will literally melt out my body
NO WORDS
ever again NO JOKE
y/n: the way you lie so easily is kinda scary
tae: i’m not lying
okay I AM lying but like how am i supposed to call you at 3 am and beg you to come over if i can’t speak
y/n: that’s the point!
tae: ummmmm
that’s mean
like you would so miss my voice if i didn’t have one
y/n: if you didn’t have a voice how could i miss it if you never had one???
tae: what
y/n: like ur saying if you NEVER had i voice i would miss it
but i can’t miss it if i’ve never heard it before
tae: that logic is stupid cuz ur saying you can’t miss things you’ve never had
y/n: you can’t
tae: i miss our wedding night
y/n: shut up
tae: throbbing
you make me throb
THROBBING ❤️
y/n: shut up shut up shut UP
tae: totally random pov ur boyfriend calls you 700 times and messages you at 3 am telling you he’s throbbing and is offering himself to you on a silver plater fuck the the knife and fork he wants it messy
what you doing in that situation??
y/n: sending a swat team to his address
tae: i’m your boyfriend???
y/n: ?
tae: YOU BASICALLY SAID IM YOUR BOYFRIEND
THIS IS A WIN
THIS IS A WIN
OH MY GOD A WIN
WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN
I WIN
OHMYGOD I WIN
i win
ohmYGODDDD
i would like to thank yeontan and my parents and hybe and son heung min for this win
i owe it all to you guys
i promise to keep working hard
and never let any of you down i’m just so extremely grateful
and i just wanna add that
SMS ERROR: The phone number you are trying to reach is no longer in service!
tae: gf so crazy like 🤭
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yessss this was half a draft for the first fwb work i did so if you see any similarities that’s why but this is also half a request cuz somone asked me to make a fwb piece about them missing you but i lost the little ask thingy i’m so sorry don’t shoot me ALSO obviously all the members aren’t here cuz this was a scrap but then i was like omg this is too silly to throw away so i posted here hope you like >.<
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the hutcherson multiverse™ has a horror movie night
WC: 2.1k
Tags: just a fun little blurb (i guess it’s a sort of big blurb) (also would this be considered fluff? i have no clue), slight spoilers for Scream , Toy Story 3, and La La Land (can’t believe i’m actually saying this LMAO), mentions of sexual fantasies, Derek is a freak, alcohol, cursing, horror movie mentions etc.
idk why i wrote this to be honest i guess i just love the hutcherson multiverse / jhutchverse LMAO
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Josh opens his front door, a beaming smile on his face. “Hey! You guys made it!”
Derek leans against the wall outside the door. “Fuck are you surprised for? We told you we were coming.”
Mike’s overwhelming admiration for horror movies is hidden beneath his typically scruffy demeanor. “What movie are we watching?”
“I don’t know, we have to decide. Peeta and Billy are already here, we’re just waiting on Clapton.” Josh steps to the side, allowing them to walk in. Derek pushes past without hesitation, Mike politely following behind.
Derek collapses onto the sofa, flinging his legs onto Peeta’s lap. “Hey, bread boy.” Peeta gives him a half-smile while Mike takes a seat next to Billy on the other side of the couch.
Josh gets the door as Clapton arrives. “Hey, party people! We got beer?”
Mike gives him a look of confusion. “No. And even if we did, you wouldn’t get any.”
“You know what we do have?” Josh excitedly walks in front of the TV, grinning ear to ear. “Tons of food! Wolf hooked us up.”
“Who the hell is Wolf?”
Peeta sits up straight, mouth agape. “You have a pet wolf? Katniss told me she saw one of those before.”
Josh shakes his head at him. “What? No. Wolf is a retired demolitions expert who’s also a genius in the kitchen. He made us a popcorn bar and virgin cocktails, since, y’know.” He looks at Clapton and Peeta.
“Dude, you’re such a buzzkill.”
Derek pulls a bottle of whiskey out of his jacket. “That’s fine. Can’t fucking catch me unprepared.”
Josh ignores him, continuing, “Just… try not to bother Wolf when he’s cooking. He gets really… focused. And violent, if interrupted.”
They all nod, and Josh grabs the TV remote to start deciding on a movie. “Alright, what are we watching?”
Derek smiles. “You guys ever seen The Poughkeepsie Tapes? Or Megan is Missing?”
“Hell no. We are not watching those,” Billy says firmly.
Clapton stirs. “What are they?”
“Too fuckin’ scary for you, that’s what they are.”
Clapton furrows his brows. “I don’t get scared easy, asshole. I’ve watched, like, every horror movie ever. With a straight face… except for those.”
“Hereditary?” Derek grins evilly.
Mike and Josh both look at him. “Absolutely not.”
“I hope you guys realize I’ll watch these as soon as I get home.”
“Whatever, as long as we don’t have to sit through your disgusted reaction.”
Clapton looks at him, slightly offended. “They can’t be that bad! I seriously never get scared. Have you seen Cinderhella? I didn’t bat an eye.”
Josh changes the subject. “Any other ideas? Ooh, what about Toy Story 3!”
Everyone stares at him, bewildered.
“What? That movie’s scary.”
“You mean the one with the big ass purple fucking bear? That one?” Derek asks, a laugh falling out with the question.
Billy and Mike practically fall over cracking up at his genuine fear of the children’s movie.
Josh frowns as he whines, “Yeah… Lotzo.”
“You’re fucking scared of Lotzo?” Billy can barely breathe between his laughing.
“That’s not fair! The scene where they’re falling toward that big fire pit thing is terrifying!”
Clapton snickers at him. “Dude, you’re such a dumbass.” Derek fist-bumps him in agreement.
“And you guys are all bullies. Peeta, can’t you back me up?”
Peeta just stares at him, wide-eyed. “I’ve never seen it. It sounds scary.”
Josh whines at him. “It is!”
Peeta shrugs as everyone else continues to laugh at him.
“Alright, then someone else recommend something.”
Derek smiles. “How about-”
Billy cuts him off. “Derek, shut the fuck up.”
“How about we just watch some stupid 80’s slasher?”
“Like what?”
Clapton drums on his legs, clearly bored with the lengthy decision process. “I don’t know, Child’s Play.”
Peeta looks at him. “What’s that about?”
Clapton turns to him, giving him a puzzled look. “Have you never seen a movie? Like ever?”
Peeta shrugs nonchalantly and Clapton turns back to the TV. “Nightmare on Elm Street?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Dreams are important. Shouldn’t be mocked.”
Clapton rolls his eyes. “Friday the 13th?”
Derek shakes his head. “That one’s just boring. Absolutely not.”
“… and why is it boring?”
“Because I said so.”
Josh continues to scroll through a page of endless horror movies. “What’s this one?” He clicks on one titled Tragedy Girls and watches the trailer.
“Hey, dude, that guy totally looks like you.” Billy points at a man on the TV screen, then at Josh.
“He does no- actually he kinda does.”
There’s a moment of silence. “He kinda looks like you, too.”
“You think so?”
“Wait, he looks just like Derek, too!”
“Yeah, like a clearance version.”
Josh finds the coincidence too weird and clicks off of the movie. He continues scrolling.
“Is that Vantage Point? Why is that in the horror section?”
Derek’s eyes go wide. “It uh… sounds pretty scary to me.”
“Wait, is that the one where the president gets assassinated?” Josh looks back at Mike curiously.
“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure it’s action, not hor-”
Derek cuts him off. “We’re not watching it.”
Mike senses the sudden discomfort and changes the subject. “Blair Witch Project?”
Everyone unanimously groans in agreement.
“I give up. You guys pick.”
“Wait, I got one!”
Everyone looks at Peeta. “It’s called La La Land.”
Josh furrows his brows at him. “That’s not a horror movie, that’s just a sad romcom.”
“But they lose each other in the end. I mean, could you imagine? I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.”
Billy and Clapton give him a sad look. “It doesn’t count as a horror movie.”
“Man, you’re so fuckin’ lame.”
“Detention?”
“No.”
“Five Nights at Freddy’s?”
“Nope.”
“For the love of god… Scream?”
Everyone exchanges glances before they all shrug.
“Alright, we’re watching Scream then.”
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A few minutes into the movie and Mike speaks up. “Hey, that guy kinda looks familiar.”
“Who? Stu Macher?”
“Yeah, I can’t really place why, though.”
“Maybe Matthew Lillard just has one of those faces, y’know?”
“Maybe…”
Josh lights up suddenly. “We knew a guy named Stu a little while back, he was seriously crazy.”
“Who the fuck is we?”
“Oh! Me, Wolf, and Tiger. Tiger actually fell in love with Stu for a little whi-”
“Tiger?”
“Yeah. Tiger.”
Billy looks at Derek, who rolls his eyes before they both decide to drop it.
“Yeah, Stu was crazy though.”
“Well, Stu Macher is pretty crazy too, right?”
“Hey! Don’t spoil it! Peeta’s never seen this movie before.”
“It’s an obvious twist. He’ll be fine.”
“I don’t even know what’s going on so far.” Peeta looks at the TV, clearly confused by the plot.
“I think all guys named Stu must be at least a little insane.”
“Yeah, I agree,” Josh lays back on the floor in front of the TV.
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A few more minutes pass. Billy stirs, readjusting himself on the couch.
A few more minutes. Billy once again readjusts.
Finally, “Alright, I’m fuckin’ bored. Let’s do shots.”
Derek fist bumps him. “Oh, hell yeah. I’m in.”
“Um, what about the two children?”
“Children?” Peeta furrows his brows at Mike.
Clapton sits up, gaping at Josh with an offended look on his face. “I’m 19!”
“Yeah, so am I.”
“You guys are the youngest. You’re going to be kids to us no matter what.”
“Fireball good with everyone?”
“Works for me.
“I got work tonight… but sure.”
Josh looks up. “Hey, how are you guys all getting home? I don’t want anyone driving under the influence.”
“It’s one shot dude.”
Derek smiles. “It’ll turn into seven. I’ll call my driver.”
“This is so unfair.”
Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s nothing personal, kid. You can drink all you fuckin’ want in a few years. Be patient.”
“Oh, like none of you drank before you turned 21.”
Billy shakes his head, standing up to make his way to the kitchen. He returns a few minutes later with a small tray and 6 shot glasses filled with amber-colored liquid, plus a few beers.
Clapton lights up when he gets handed one. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Peeta cringes but reluctantly takes it.
Derek, Josh, and Mike take theirs before Billy grabs the last one and they all huddle around the coffee table.
“On three, alright?”
Everyone nods. “Three… t-”
“One, bottoms up.” Derek throws his back, not even flinching.
Everyone else takes theirs, and Mike and Josh wince with the strength in the taste of the liquor. “How can you do that without even making a face?”
Derek chuckles. “Are we just fucking meeting for the first time, Mike?”
Billy watches Clapton’s face as he realizes that his shot was actually apple juice. Peeta lights up, smiling with excitement. “Dude!”
“Is that juice? We only got this stuff in the Capitol. Can I have another?”
“You’re an ass, you know that?”
Billy ignores Clapton and grabs the bottle of apple juice from the kitchen.
Peet’s takes it, sort of confused. “… where’s the… cup?”
Billy waves him off, twisting the cap off of a beer. “Knock yourself out, kid.”
Peeta smiles and throws the cap off of the bottle, chugging it eagerly. Everyone else takes their reserved spots again and continue watching the movie.
Derek squints at the screen. “’m gonna get one of those masks after this.”
Josh gives him a confused look. “…Why?”
“You planning on going on a murder spree? I can add some names to your list.”
Derek looks at Billy. “No, I’m just imagining, like, bringing someone to my room while I’m wearing all black and one of those and then sneaking up behind them and ripping-”
“Dude!”
Derek pauses. “Don’t fuckin’ interrupt me, that was a good idea.”
“There are two kids sitting next to you.”
“I’m 19! Stop calling me a kid!”
Peeta shrugs. “Y’know what? I actually don’t mind. It would be nice to be a kid again.”
“They’re not kids. They know what sex is.”
Clapton sinks into the ground slightly. “Yeah, obviously I know what it is.”
“Katniss and I are taking it slow.”
Derek looks at Mike. “See?”
“It doesn’t matter. No one wants to hear about your weird sexual fantasies.”
“I didn’t think it was weird. That sounds hot.”
Derek looks at him excitedly. “Right?”
Billy nods, taking a sip of his beer. “For sure.”
“Alright, you two talk about that stuff later. The rest of us don’t want to hear about any of that.”
“I don’t mind. I need all the tips I can get.”
Clapton furrows his eyebrows at Peeta. “I don’t think Katniss would want you to seduce her in a horror movie mask.”
“Why not?”
“Because that isn’t a normal sexual interaction. Derek is just… uh… very experienced.”
“Damn right I am.”
“Well… what is a normal sexual interaction?”
Derek smiles, sitting up and crossing his snakeskin boots in Peeta’s lap. “I’ve got so much to teach you. Alright, first, be aggressive. Girls like that. You want to alway-”
“How about we just watch the movie?”
Derek scoffs, rolling his eyes and melting back down against the couch. “How about we take another shot?”
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They eventually finish the movie, but Derek and Billy are fairly intoxicated by the end of it. Derek calls a car to drive them all home.
Billy tends to forget about personal space when he’s drunk. “Thanks for having me, buddy,” he practically yells as he leans against Josh, his mouth brushing his ear.
Josh pats him on the back, clearly uncomfortable. “Yeah… no problem, man.”
“See- mph. See you tomorrow, Joosh.” Derek stumbles slightly as he walks out of the house.
“What? To- tomorrow?”
Derek nods, not turning back as he walks down the driveway. “Yeah, we’ll be back tomorrow.” He gets into the dark limousine, Billy following behind him.
Peeta and Clapton stand in the doorway, Mike still putting on his boots.
“We get to ride in a limo?” Clapton grins.
“Actually, I’ll uh… I’ll call you guys an uber. There’s no way in hell that they aren’t about to go to a bar.”
“Goddamn it,” Mike appears behind them, watching as Derek’s head hangs out the window like a dog as the car drives off.
“Tomorrow, Futturman!”
Josh signs. “Goddamn it is right.”
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thanks for reading! this was so stupid but it’s just fun to create the jhutchverse so let me self indulge please :)
(this is a late update but i just remembered @xcherryerim wanted to be tagged in jhutchverse stuff, here you go monica, ly <3)
also i know this is barely about the actual movie and more about the banter but that’s the fun part so i don’t care 💀 sorry if you wanted to hear me talk about scream (i’ve actually never seen it but i know the general plot don’t kill me)
have a good day babes <3
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yeah alright this got away from me. posting in pieces, part one is just stobin, no shippy stuff. steddie and rockie to follow. i'll drop it on ao3 once all 3 parts are done
now on ao3!
platonic stobin
rating: t
wc: 3.5k
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Robin stopped being surprised by Steve Harrington showing up at her bedroom window months ago. Jesus, there's a sentence her 16 year old self wouldn't fucking believe for a second. The Hair, climbing up the trellis her dad built for the roses her mom planted and then forgot about three months later? Yeah right, as if. But it turns out alternate dimensions and sci-fi movie monsters and Russian conspiracies in Bumfuck, Nowhere, USA are all real, so how surprising really is The King himself, collapsing through her window with all the grace of a baby giraffe, out of breath like he- holy shit, did he fucking run here?
"Dingus, did you run here? What the hell?"
"Had to- hang on, Jesus. Holy shit." He bends over, hands on his knees, panting like he just ran a marathon. Which, she guesses, he almost did.
"You have a car, you lunatic, what could possibly be so important?"
"Didn't think about it. Had to get here."
"Is someone dead?!" Oh fuck, Is the Upside Down back? Oh shit, oh no, it can't be back, right? Superhero girl closed the gates! Right?! Oh god, oh no, oh fuck, it's back, the Russians are back, they realized they couldn't let her live after what she's seen, her parents will never even know what happened to her, and they'll kill Dingus too, and dorky little Henderson, and that menace Erica, oh god, they're gonna die, and Hopper's gone and superhero girl is far away and she doesn't have superpowers anymore anyway, which is frankly bogus because what the hell, Robin never even got to hang out with a real live magic person before, which, ok, that's a selfish thought, but that's ok, we can think selfish thoughts and then set them aside and not act on them, thoughts are not actions, thoughts happen all the time without our consent, they don't determine our character-
"Bobs, you're spiraling. Nothing bad happened, I just realized something and I freaked out and I had to talk to you right away. Forgot to call. Sorry, I should have called. Ran straight out of the house. I don't even think my shoes match, what the fuck?"
She's gonna kill him, she really is.
She loves him so much.
"Jesus, you're insane. Sit, you absolute dweeb. I'm getting you some water, when I get back you can tell me what the hell is going on."
He's sitting on her bed when she gets back upstairs, staring at something in his hands. Christ, his hands are shaking. What the fuck, Dingus?
He takes the water and downs it in one go- ugh, sports guys- then flops onto his back and covers his eyes with a miserable groan.
"I know we've got the whole twin telepathy thing going on, bubba, but I'm gonna need at least a little bit to work with here. Give me something. Is it your parents? The kids? Uh, what was her name? From Thursday? Janice?"
"Janine, and no. Ugh. Here." The arm not covering his eyes flops out towards her, holding- ah. A zine. He had promised to drive up to Indy last weekend to the secret bookshop she told him about and get her some new ones, even though she couldn't go with him because her cousin Randy got caught cheating on his fiancée and her parents made her come with the rest of the family to help him move. Fucking Randy. Maybe he should make better choices, so the rest of them wouldn't have to clean up his messes. Jerk.
Anyway.
"Marked the page." Which, yep, there's a purple paper clip stuck to a page near the middle, because Steve knows how much she hates people who dogear books, even books that aren't really books at all, so he's been training himself out of it, because he's sort of the best. Again, 16 year old Robin would have her committed for thinking that, but here we are.
The pamphlet isn't one of the periodicals she sent him for, so he must have picked it up on his own. It looks handmade, just some folded sheets that look like they came out of a typewriter, bound with the kind of twine you can buy at the hardware store. It's called Awakenings. The page he's marked looks like a personal essay, no title, no real signature, just a pair of initials at the end of the page and a half of writing. She starts reading, trying to figure out what the hell spooked Steve so bad.
"I've always been normal. I've always had crushes on men, just like the other girls. There was never a feeling of "I'm different," or "Oh, this is wrong." There was never anything to think very hard about. I'd giggle and blush when the boys looked over at us on the playground, same as everyone else. Later on when I was older I looked at my poster of Harrison Ford, shirtless and hairy and sweating, and I touched myself, and it felt good, just like it was supposed to. I didn't mind thinking of my future husband, and our future kids, and the pretty house with the pretty garden we'd have, just like my parents have, just like they wanted for me. I was normal. Everything was fine.
I thought everything about me was normal. So I didn't understand why the other girls at sleepover parties would giggle and stop and say "Ew, gross!" when we practiced kissing. It felt nice! I wanted to keep going! But it seemed like no one else did. I didn't understand why none of them talked about getting butterflies in their stomach when Laura, who was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, transferred in our senior year, why they seemed so angry at her. Those butterflies were what jealousy felt like, right? So why did the other girls seem to feel so different?
I made my first lesbian friend in college, on the very first day, right across the hall in my dorm. We sat next to each other at Orientation and I thought I'd never have another best friend that wonderful in my whole life, so I'd hold on to her with everything I had. She came out to me the night before Christmas break, hiding under the blankets in my dorm room with the twinkling lights glowing. She was so scared. I held her and told her I loved her no matter what, and she seemed so glad, to have someone to talk to.
When she talked about falling in love with girls, I was so confused. The way she described it sounded like what it felt like to have girlfriends, I was sure. I felt that all the time. I asked her if she was sure she was gay, and she looked so shocked and angry and hurt, and I didn't know how to fix it, so I tried to explain. That what she felt couldn't be liking girls, because I felt that too, and I was normal. I liked boys, so I couldn't be gay. I couldn't be.
I'm glad it was her I said all that to. If someone else had told me about being bisexual, I think I would have hated them. I would have cried, and screamed, and said horrible things. Because I wasn't gay, I was normal, and it was so scary to think that might be a lie. Thank God it was her, my best friend in the world, who I never want to lose. Thank God I listened.
Because I'm not normal. I'm queer. I like men, and I like women. I can love them both the same, but it doesn't matter anymore, because I love her. I love her, and she loves me, and I don't need to be normal anymore."
Robin's face feels wet, which probably means she's crying. She cries a lot, reading these sorts of stories, in the zines she has to keep hidden under her bed, or, these days, at Steve's house. It's never going to be her, she knows. Not here in Hawkins, but it still makes something ache deep inside her, like pressing on a bruise, but in a good way, seeing love happen to other people. People like her. Seeing that it can.
"So?"
Oh shit. Right, Dingus. They're about him right now. Something about this essay in particular freaked him out.
"Uh. It's. A nice essay? I'm glad things worked out for them?"
Stevie lets out a pathetic whine, sort of like back at Scoops when he earned a particularly bad tally on the You Suck board. "Robbiiiiiiieeeee!"
"I'm sorry! I think I'm missing something, what's wrong with this essay? I don't get it, bubba, I'm sorry. I need some context." She does feel bad. Usually she can pluck whatever's bothering him right out of his brain and into the light, where it almost never looks as bad, but she's at a loss right now.
He's got both hands over his face again, and his response is so muffled she can't make out a word.
"Try again in human sounds, please."
"Ugh! I thought everyone felt like that!"
Huh? "Felt like...what, exactly?"
"Like that!" He flails wildly at the pamphlet in her hands. He's sitting up now, hair all askew from tugging at it, and there's a vaguely worrying crazed look in his eye, like right before he tackled that guard. "Like kissing boys and girls both feel nice, and like seeing a handsome guy and feeling jealous of him makes my stomach flutter, and like having friends feels the same as having crushes! I thought that was just how everyone felt all the time!"
Oh.
Oh.
Oh no.
Poor Dingus! No wonder he panicked and ran here like a crazy person!
"Stevie, can I hug you? Please?" She's not much for physical touch most of the time, but Steve is, and also she's found in the last few months that she doesn't mind so much when it's him. She sort of understands why other people like hugs so much, if they always feel like hugging Steve feels for her. And she really thinks he needs to be hugged, right now.
He nods miserably. She drapes her arms around his shoulders and holds on as tight as she can, hauling him sideways until he's practically laying down on her. He clutches her back and buries his face in her shoulder. She can feel her neck getting wet with tears, a sensation that would normally make her want to claw off her own skin, but this isn't about her. Dingus needs her.
"It's ok, bubba. I'm so sorry. I know how scary this is. When I first figured out I had a crush on Linda Sanderson I cried so hard I threw up, you know? I get it. It's gonna be ok, I promise. We'll make it ok. We faced down evil Russians and giant meat monsters, what's a little sexuality crisis, huh? We got this! We're the goddamn Wonder Twins!"
He snorts at that, which she's pretty sure leaves snot on her neck, which. Ew. Still. Problems for Later Robin.
"We are not, Will and El are the Wonder Twins."
"Uh, nope, no chance, I barely even met them so therefore I am vetoing their application. Sorry kiddos, better luck next time! Find your own nickname, losers!"
Steve sits back, laughing, and she preens a little at being able to bring him back from the brink so easily. She loves him so much she feels like she's glowing with it, sometimes. It almost makes her wish she was straight, because what girl is she ever going to find who loves her this much? But only almost, because. Well. Girls, amiright? Phew.
"So what now, Stevie? You wanna say it out loud? That helps, sometimes. You wanna not say it out loud? You wanna go to a gay bar and find you a boy? You wanna never think about it again? It's totally your call."
"Say it out loud, huh?"
"Hm. It took me like a month, and then the first time I could only say it sitting in the back of my closet with the bedroom door locked and the closet door closed, and I could only whisper it. Just "I'm a lesbian," to myself, like the world's most ironic little goblin. And I had to throw up again after. But it did feel good, once I rinsed my mouth out, anyway. Cleansing, you know? And it gets easier every time." Steve's eyebrows are raised and he's chuckling again, so that's a win. She's not lying, but it is sort of funny, she supposes. In hindsight, anyway.
"Ok. Ok, I can do that. I think. Yeah, I can do that."
She's so proud of him. He's the bravest person she's ever met, she thinks. "You wanna get in the closet?"
"Isn't the whole point to come out of the closet, Robs?" He's smirking at her. Bastard. She whacks him in the shoulder on principle. He may be having a crisis, but he's still a jackass. Her favorite jackass in the whole world, but still.
"Har har, you're a regular Bob Hope. Alright then, bigshot, let's hear it."
A little of that fear creeps back onto his face, and she wishes she could wipe it off, but that's not how this works. They can't make the scary things less scary. He couldn't make the Russians less terrifying, but he could hold her hand and make her laugh and carry some of that fear with her. She can do that for him now, too.
She grabs his hand, and he clutches back tightly. He takes a deep breath.
"I'm...fuck. Ok. Ok, I can do this. I'm...bisexual." The air leaves him in a big whoosh, and he laughs a little. "Yeah, ok, fuck. I'm bisexual. Holy shit, Robbie, I'm bisexual!"
"Hell yeah you are!" She's grinning so hard her cheeks hurt. She's so fucking proud of him.
He's laughing again, a little hysterically, and he hugs her tight again, and she holds him back just as close and thinks oh, he's like me. I'm not alone. I have Steve, and he's like me, and he's mine forever and ever.
When they separate, she looks at him seriously.
"So do you, like, want this to be a thing? Because we can totally make it a thing, and like, get me a fake ID and go to a gay bar and do all kinds of wild shit if you want, but we don't have to, you know? If you need to just, like. Digest this, for a while. It's totally up to you, I just know it took me a while to feel ok with it, and I have no idea if it's different for you but I just want to be what you need, you know? You've been so good with me, and I've never had a queer friend before, so I don't know how, but I want to be just as good to you. You're my Dingus and I love you and I don't know how much of a gay guru I can be on account of, you know, I've never met any gay people besides me and the pretty lady at the bookstore but I couldn't even get real human words to come out of my mouth when I tried to talk to her so I don't think that counts, you know? But I still wanna help! Let me help!"
"Bobbie! Bobbie breathe, you're gonna pass out. I don't think I need a gay guru, I just need a gay best friend, and I have that, so I promise I'm good, ok? Promise. Also I love you too.”
She takes a deep breath, following his lead the way they worked out in the horrible days after Starcourt, when she couldn't sleep without him next to her, warm and alive and breathing, and even then she would wake up in the night with her breath coming short and her vision tunneling and Steve would hold her hand against his chest and breathe slowly, in and out, until she could follow him, and the world wasn't so terrible and scary and loud anymore.
She still thinks about that awful hour underground, thinking she was strapped to the corpse of a boy she never let become her friend, but Steve is always there now when she needs him, and he never complains when she grabs his wrist or puts her head on his chest to make absolutely sure that big, stupid heart is still beating.
When she's breathing normally again, he drops their joined hands down between them, toying idly with the chain linking her ring to her bracelet. "I think...I think I'm glad I said it, and I'm glad we talked about it, but can we maybe just...put it away, for a while? Like it's not...ugh. I guess this is kind of shitty to say, so like, hit me if you want, I guess, but I kind of don't think it matters right now?"
"No no, that makes perfect sense! Like, you still like girls, right?" He nods. "And you don't like. Have a crush on any boys right now. Or do you? Oh man if you do you have to tell me though, it's platonic soulmate law. It's in the bylaws, Steve, don't make me soulmate fine you!"
He laughs and shoves her face away. "Jesus, Rob, no! I don't have a crush on any guys, who would I even crush on in this town? We're not exactly swimming in eligible bachelors. I don't have a crush on anybody at all, I'd tell you, I swear. I know the rules!"
"Oh phew, good. You have to tell me when you do, though, I'm way excited to get you back for making fun of Tammy."
"It was the God's honest truth, Bobbie! She sings like a muppet!"
"Oh my god, shut up, Dingus! Ugh! As I was saying, you super duper have to tell me when you do, but for now, I think maybe you don't have to think about it really at all if you don't want. I mean, practically speaking, it's not really relevant to your everyday life, so we can totally revisit when that changes, but you don't have to like. Join a pride parade tomorrow, you know? You are you who are no matter what. You don't have to prove anything to anyone, especially not to me, not ever."
He leans his head on her shoulder, and she scritches her nails through his hair. It really has no right being as soft as it is, with the amount of hairspray he uses. It's frankly rude, is what it is.
"Thanks, Bobs. I think I'm just gonna put it away for now. It just...another thing to know about me, you know? Like, I'm bad at fighting people but good at fighting monsters, all my best friends are kids except you, I'm bi but it doesn't matter because there aren't any boys to date in Hawkins anyway. Plus my dad would kill me if he found out. Like actually kill me, not "oh geez I missed curfew, my dad's gonna kill me" type kill me, like I think he'd actually try and beat me to death. So there's really no reason to talk about it right now, you know?"
There's a pit of ice in her stomach, and she tightens her arm around him like she can keep him safe just by holding on tight enough. She hates how casually he said that, just like she hates how casually he always talks about how his parents treat him, like he honestly believes it's normal. "Jesus, Dingus. You know you can come here if you need, right? My parents love you, they already think we're getting married. They'd make you sleep in the guest room, but I could sneak you in here easy."
He snorts again. "We're totally gonna end up married for tax reasons anyway, we're never beating the rumors." That makes her snort, too. He's not wrong, though. She isn't going to be allowed to have a wife anytime soon, and if she has to choose someone to be her next of kin, it's always gonna be him. They're planning to move in together when she goes to school next year anyway. No one is ever gonna believe them that they aren't dating, but that's...fine. Honestly, there are worse things. Better to have Steve by her side than not, and if no one else understands them, well, they understand each other, don't they? That's more than enough.
"Yeah, I know I can come here if I need, Robs. It's fine mostly, I swear. They're not home until Christmas anyway."
He takes another deep breath, like he's settling himself. "I'm just glad we talked about it. I feel better now."
She cards her fingers through his hair again, basking in the feeling of her favorite person so close, and so content. "I'm glad, Dingus."
They're alive, and they're together, and they're queer, and neither of them is ever going to have to be alone again.
"Hang on, did you say you've kissed girls and boys?!"
part 2 part 3
#stranger things#platonic stobin#steve harrington & robin buckley#steve harrington#robin buckley#bisexual steve harrington#steve's bi awakening#my writing#robin calls steve bubba and steve calls her bobbie and i will die on both those hills#you can pry their weird nicknames from my cold dead hands#autistic robin buckley#it’s subtle but it’s there and it’s important to me#also her parents are therapists i’m sure of it
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Okay. *inhales and claps hands together* I just got done finally catching up on things. Spoilers under the cut. :)
my thoughts. Are ALL over the place right now. I have words do describe how absolutely gobsmacked I am, but don't have a planned way to put everything so bare with me. So with that said.
*jumping up and down on my chair* dragons dragons dragons dragons dragons dragons dragons dragons dragons dragons
So many things about dragons holy shit you guys holy shit. Can I say how absolutely GORGEOUS the two teacher dragon designs are like on god?? I forget their names but the purple one is so freaking gorgeous and the black one. Is so complicated.
Like in general everything about this season just absolutely screams to me anime like. dude??? When they showed the Five in their prison thing??? That was some freaking anime shit right there. Literally had like flashbacks to that one dangerous group in Naruto that had nine people in it but this was five but s t i l l
There were so many shots where I wanted to take screenshots because oh my god they were so pretty but Netflix doesn't allow that (fuck Netflix for that personally) but dude the Fighting too?? The animation and lighting and lore and story building and ho ug h/pos
Also holy shit I'm so glad that Jay isn't being portrayed as hiding from the others so he doesn't have to do his job like I feared he genuinely forgot and that's so sad because Nya misses the love of her life (SHE ACTIVELY CALLS HIM THAT TOO AAAAA) and the fact that Lloyd got panic attacks??? And those visions??? And holy shit Kai???????
The amount of dragon lore we are FINALLY getting is so much and so sudden it's hurting my brain but I am not at all complaining right now this was the level of story telling that I absolutely adore it's so full of stuff and it's a goddamned lego show. Is it just me or did they seriously up the anti after Monkie Kid cuz you guys I can't I just can't/pos
Never expected Bonzel to be important but I'm not complaining. Cole has a boyfriend finally. The fucking. Council of the Source Dragons or whatever hovering over Lloyd like that oh man oh boy
And the reveal that Roz (Rahz??) and his "master" is only doing this just for some kinda tournament they keep loosing against the Source Dragons?? Talk about a whole new level of petty what the hell dawg that's. Kind of a little hilarious even ngl
Dude I can't wait for more I literally can't wait I'm vibrating so hard right now and still have endless questions this could go anywhere
I was legit glued to the screen the entire time I was watching like on the edge of my seat the whole time, I thought things would get worse or something but it was just all so intense
And also where the hell is Wu is he actually dead this time??? Is that his ghost????? And where in the world is Pixal??? Zane misses his gf :(((
#lego ninjago#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#dragons rising#lego#it is super late at night like midnight for me rn but bro my head was buzzing#someone help aaaaaa#luescris
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Oh fuck Princess- Eddie Munson 18+ Word Count: 2,336
Hi! This is my first ever SMUT ahhh! Very excited because y'all I cannot contain my Eddie Munson obsession anymore it's time to unleash the horny writer inside me. FUCK it we BALLLLL whoop whoop!! Enjoy bitches <3
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rough mouth fucking? cussing. daddy kink? fingering. rough oral sex?giving oral sex?
sorry if I miss any please don't hesitate to message me and bully me into correcting my TW's lol (I'm a fucking idiot)
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Eddie Munson enjoyed watching you. He loved watching the star cheerleader of Hawkins High in her cute little cheerleading outfit that hugged her body so beautifully. He's always wondered what that perky little ass looked like arched up in the air while you pretty little lips were wrapped around his long, thick, cum-filled cock.
He'd love to make his little fantasy of you a reality and knew exactly what he had to do.
Eddie knew you popular's well. Eddie noticed how you walked around Hawkins with your head all high because everyone considered you the prettiest girl in town. You were the cheer captain, you passed all your classes, the teachers loved you, you were a parents wet dream and everyone either wanted you or wanted to BE you.
You knew Eddie well. He was infamous for his Hellfire speeches in the school cafeteria. You'd never admit it but you lived for his speeches. He would stand on his lunch table and would call out the jocks for their ignorance. And you loved how outspoken he was, how he didn't care what people thought about him.
But oh man not only did he notice, he heard it himself. He overheard you and Robin one day talking in the library the next shelf over.
"Jesus what the hell am I DOING WRONG," you whined "I mean even his friends can't keep their mouths closed when they see me! But HIM, Eddie fucking Munson, he won't even bat an eye, AN EYE ROBIN" you whisper yelled
"I don't know what you see in him y/n." Robin sighed, "If he hasn't noticed that the prettiest girl in town has a secret boner for the town freak, maybe he's not the one." Robin shrugged
"SHHHH keep your voice down!" you shushed loudly,
Eddie smiled to himself. He couldn't believe Hawkins Princess wanted to be seen by the freak. It intrigued him.
Eddie then started to target the popular crowd every lunch.
Calling out their bullshit standards and expectations.
He also stuck his tongue out at Jason, the boys varsity basketball captain during their heated argument
(Which you thought was extremely hot btw)
But, you hated it.
You hated that he called everyone else but you out. You wanted to get into a heated and hot argument with him in front of the whole school.
Just like he did with Jason.
He'd be so turned on by your yelling that after he'd drag you into the janitors closet and fuck your brains out till you couldn't take anymore.
Something you also couldn't bare was the fact that you had every guy in Hawkins on their hands and knees for you at any given second, every guy except for Eddie.
But Eddie knew you longed for his attention.
Shit, he even knew a glance from him would satisfy you but he wanted to push your buttons. He wanted you to approach him.
He wanted you to beg.
Eddie sat in the room of his trailer strumming the strings of his electric guitar playing Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix while taking a few hits of the joint he just rolled.
He was so lost in the music he was playing he didn't even hear you at his door.
"Hello? Anyone home!?" you called out as you knocked on the door of Eddie's trailer.
You crossed your arms and tried to make yourself as warm as possible considering you were wearing nothing but a school hoodie and your cheer skirt.
"HELLO? MUNSON WE NEED TO TALK NO-" you were cut off as the door flung open and you came face to face with the infamous beautiful freak himself
"now" you said embarrassingly low as you looked at Munson up and down admiring the tattoos on his arm and then your eyes followed up to his beautiful face.
He was so pretty.
His soft eyes. Messy hair.
And god don't get me started on his pretty mouth. You wanted to ride his face so bad.
"Geez any louder captain?" Eddie looked down at you, rolling his eyes, moving to the side making enough room for you to step inside his trailer.
The smell of marijuana lingered the air of the trailer and you felt at ease.
"So," Eddie started
"What brings the queen of Hawkins High into the Freak's humble abode?" He says slightly amused that his little plan actually worked.
"I wanna know what your deal is with me." you said ignoring the blood viciously pumping inside your heart
"My deal?"Eddie questions as he tilts his head looking at you up and down suddenly very intrigued
"You always pick fights with my teammates and the entire basketball team but you always ignore me," You look at Eddie obviously frustrated and slightly embarrassed that you're telling a boy you've never even held a conversation with that he doesn't acknowledge you
"Jesus Christ what world do you popular's live in?" Eddie scoffed
"You're in way over your head sweetheart." Eddie said as he slowly walked towards you
" Are you that out of touch with reality?" He looked deep into your eyes hooking his finger under your chin.
"Maybe I just want to be put in my place" you shrugged softly as you looked into his now dark eyes.
Eddie tried so hard to not push you onto your knees and stuff his cock down your throat. But he was being patient.
He wanted to hear you beg.
He wanted to hear you beg for permission to cum all over his long hard cock. He was growing tired of the games.
He looked down at your doe eyed "fuck me" eyes, chuckled to himself and walked away to his room.
He smiled when he heard you follow.
"Hey i’m talking to you Munson!" you said with a bratty tone
Eddie took a hit of his joint and looked you up and down
His room was warm. It smelt like marijuana and a strong cologne that made your core heat up, and that wasn't even the best part, you noticed his guitar was hooked up and instantly knew it was the reason he took so long to answer the door.
"Are you gonna stop being a brat and tell me what you really want or are we gonna keep doing this?" Eddie said slightly annoyed at the pent up tent in his pants the he so desperately wanted to free
The marijuana was finally starting to get to him and he wanted nothing more than to fuck your brains out.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." you said starting to feel small but still keeping your ground.
Shit does he know I want him?
GOD OF COURSE HE DOES
Once again, Eddie started to walk towards you, eyes low and red from hitting his joint
"Be straight with me princess," He said lowly as he lifted up your skirt slowly running his finger up your inner thigh to reach your hot core
"Shit" you muttered at his finger pressing into your clit
"You want to be my little slut?" He questioned in a deep hushed tone, pushing your panties to the side gliding a finger up and down your slit
You felt your pussy grow wetter as he kept his pace painfully slow. You wanted him to shove his thick fingers in your gummy walls but you knew you had to speak or he wouldn't continue.
"What do you want darling?" Eddie said as he continued to drag his finger up and down your slit.
"I want you." you whispered
Eddie poked two fingers at your entrance making you gasp,
"I'm sorry sweetheart but you're gonna have to speak up" he said leaning in whispering into your ear
"Fuck Eddie I want you!" you moaned moving your hips trying to create friction between your gooey entrance and his fingers.
"See! and all you had to do was use your words" Eddie smirked and roughly shoved his fingers in your tight warm hole.
"Oh fuck" you moaned trying so hard not to fall forward considering you were standing up
"Look at you princess," Eddie said looking down at the moaning mess you've become. His dick was rock hard from seeing you trying to hold yourself up as he curved his fingers inside of you
"Look at you taking my fingers so well, fuck I can't wait to stuff my cock inside of you princess" Eddie moaned picking up his pace
You pressed your head in his chest to stop you from falling forward as Eddie was whispering the dirtiest things into you ear
"Oh fuck Eddie I'm close" you moaned feeling the knot form into your stomach
Eddie lifts your head up and smashes his lips into yours pumping his fingers inside of you so fucking fast that it makes your eyes roll back
"Mm come for daddy princess." Eddie moans against your hot wet mouth feeling your walls clench around his fingers
You rode his fingers as you came undone and he fucking loved it. He loved the feeling of your hot mouth pressed against his making the prettiest noises he's ever heard
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you refusing to break eye contact and stuck them in his mouth sucking the mess off his fingers.
"You made the prettiest mess on daddies finger doll," Eddie said as he finished sucking off the remaining cum.
He squeezed your face and wiped the drool of your mouth with his thumb.
"But you've been a brat," he said darkly
You swallowed harshly as he stared deep into your soul.
"Strip." he said dragging his finger under your chin as you stared at him dumbfounded already so far gone over him.
"It wasn't a question sweetheart" he said with a serious tone that made your core heat up.
You lifted your jacket over your head and shivered at the cool breeze of air which instantly made your nipples harden.
You watched Eddie walk towards the corner of his bed and taking a seat
He looked at you and started fiddling with his belt.
"Keep the skirt on princess," he demanded as he pulled his hard cock out beginning to stroke it. "Now come here and get on your knees." he said darkly.
You slowly walked over and and sat on your knees with your hands nicely placed on your thighs.
"Look how obedient my girl is," Eddie growled as he stroked his throbbing cock.
You looked at Eddie's lust filled eyes and then down at his huge cock which instantly made your mouth drool.
Eddie started to see the want in your eyes.
The need.
You wanted to touch yourself so bad.
Eddie was looking at you while stroking his dick and it made you so fucking horny.
You scooted up and laid your head on one of his thighs so you were inches away from his cock.
Fuck that made Eddie crazy.
"Can I play with myself please?" you whined looking deep into his hungry eyes
Eddie chuckled
"Open your mouth and keep those hands still." He demanded, "You're not touching that pretty little pussy till I say so." he said smoothly making your stomach flutter
Eddie stood up and stuck his two fingers down your throat then held his hand out in front of your mouth,
“Spit" he demanded
You spit in his hand and he started to stroke his dick with your saliva.
Fuck
"You gonna be a good girl for me princess?" he questioned as he looked down at you still stroking his throbbing cock
"Yes daddy." you stated already getting eager for what's coming
"Good, cause I'm not going easy." he said as he shoved his throbbing cock roughly into your mouth causing you to gag.
He continued to fuck your mouth ruthlessly and got so turned on by how much you were actually taking his dick.
Your eyes were a watering mess and seeing the runny mascara on your face made Eddie's dick twitch inside your mouth
"Oh fuck princess you're taking all of me aren't you?" Eddie moaned slowing down his pace trying to feel more of your tongue
He grabbed the sides of your face with his two hands when he felt the vibration of your cries and whines on his already exploding cock
"Princess wants to touch herself huh?" Eddie taunts as he feels his high coming in hard
"Go ahead sweetheart, play with that pretty little clit" Eddie moans feeling you whimper on his cock
"Daddy wants to see his slut come undone." Eddie says as he picks up his pace feeling his high.
You rubbed your two fingers along your slit bringing the wetness of your pussy to your clit and started to rub it viciously.
You moaned on Eddie's dick already feeling that familiar knot in your stomach and rolled your eyes so far back
"Fuck are you close princess?" Eddie questioned as he thrusted harder into your mouth
You hummed rubbing your clit even faster which made him pick up his pace even more
"Oh fuck princess, I'm coming" Eddie moaned bucking his hips, cumming so hard in your mouth.
Fuck this was something he's never felt before.
He felt so euphoric.
You gasped so hard as he pulled out your mouth and let out the nastiest moan Eddie's ever heard in his life as he watched you ride out the rest of your high on your fingers.
You brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked the juices off your fingers,
"Thank you for putting me in my place daddy." you looked up at him, and batted your pretty eyes like the obedient little whore you are, cum still dripping down the sides of your mouth.
And this turned Eddie on so fucking much
"Get on the bed. Now." Eddie demanded still looking down at her, admiring the mess she is, with his dick still rock hard.
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Accidentally in Love (Chapter 3)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC
Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.
Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)
WC: 1800-ish.
Summary:
Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.
Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.
A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.
This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.
I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)
Chapter 3
One Week Later
“Is he hot in person?”
“Who?” Echo slipped her lunch into the breakroom fridge and pulled out the two cold bottles of caffeinated water she’d left in there the previous night. Late afternoon as it slipped into evening was always a busy time and she needed the fortification.
“Spongebob Squarepants,” Kalenda, her work bestie, scoffed as she crossed her arms with an impatient frown. The curvy brunette was Echo’s age, about two inches shorter but making up for it with feistiness. “Who do you think? Bucky freaking Barnes! Christ, it’s like you don’t even know me at all.”
“Lord…” she rolled her eyes as she held the door to the break room open for her friend to pass in front of her on their way into the main center. “Yes. Yes, he is just as beautiful in person, and he and Captain Rogers together are, in fact, as kind and stupidly hot as advertised.” After the visit at the hospital where they’d returned her replaced or repaired belongings—including her bike—Echo had traded numbers with Steve and Bucky, and the guys had texted her a few times in the intervening days to check on her and chatting a little, but it felt weird reaching out to contact them just because. It wasn’t like they were friends or anything.
Not that she wouldn’t have minded being their friend, or… well, or. They were gorgeous, sweet, funny so far as she could tell, and of course heroic and selfless as hell. The way they smiled at her made her knees weak and her pussy may never recover. What’s not to like? But who was she kidding, really. They were the objects of desire for over half the planet, she guessed, and she was a dispatcher for the NYPD. In no way were those worlds truly related, outside of the most superficial ways, much less were compatible.
“The hair and those eyes, I’d get so fucking lost in them you’d never find me again. And all those muscles,” she sighed lustily. “Fuck me, that’s before we even talk about that metal arm,” Kalenda carried on, now in full swoon as they made their way out to their stations. “Gods, the things I would let him do to me…”
Echo snorted at her friend’s obvious heart-eyes in regards to the Winter Soldier. She didn’t blame her at all, but still, their coworkers didn’t need to be privy to their depraved bestie conversations. That’s what the chat was for. “Annnnnnd that is how we end up back at the supervisor’s office for inappropriate work conversations.”
Kalenda scoffed, waving off her concern with a dismissive hand-wave. “Oh, like you’ve never said anything filthy.” Her wicked grin should have been the warning. “Something something ‘star-spangled cock could split you open any time he wanted’? Something something ‘break him down to the frame’... any of that sound familiar?”
Her leering green gaze as she slipped on her headset made Echo giggle even as heat rushed to her cheeks. “You could shut up any time now.”
The laughter was shortlived, though, as they settled into their workday. Having a headset on meant that it was time to serve the citizens of NYC and the officers of NYPD to the best of their abilities. They were one of, if not the, largest comm center in the country and Echo was proud of the work she did, contributing to the safety of her town.
It was easy to get lost in the work, one call at a time, one radio run at a time. Her focus, scattered as it could be at any other time, easily fell into the rhythm of call and response, action and reaction, hours slipping by unnoticed.
Voices behind her and down at the end of her row drew her attention, their familiarity abruptly yanking her out of the zone.
One pair of eyes zeroed in on her immediately. “Well, if it isn’t the crash test dummy.”
Boisterously loud for the locale, Tony Stark was the walking definition of ‘all eyes on me’. He may have been in a crazy expensive suit and tie, looking all prim and proper and what have you, but the curve of his lips promised the most interesting kinds of mischief.
Echo swallowed hard as she made herself unavailable for calls, her eyes quickly darting left and right to the unabashed gawking of her coworkers. Oh, they were still busy as hell, but the nosy bastards were never above a good spectacle. “Mr. Stark.”
“Did the phone meet your standards?” he demanded with a smirk that seemed a little too knowing. He stopped behind her chair, spinning her around to face him.
She nodded hesitantly. “It did, thank you. I mailed you a thank you note. Did you not get it?”
Yes, it had been an old school touch, but sending him an email seemed a little impersonal, especially since he’d gone to the trouble of transferring all her stuff over in addition to giving her a top of the line bit of tech. And it wasn’t like she could just show up on his doorstep with a casserole.
He snorted, his billion dollar smile on full display as his eyes crinkled at the edges. “I did, but then, I expected nothing less considering you hang out with the geriatric set.”
She was about to ask what he meant when another voice cut her off. “Tony, Jesus, man. Quiet down, people are working here—oh, hey Echo.”
She sincerely hoped the whimpering squeak as she spun quickly to face him she heard was just in her head, though Kalenda’s snort behind her indicated no such luck. “Hi. James. I-I mean Bucky. Um…” her eyes met her bestie’s just behind him for some help, but only found the kind of mocking encouragement born from years of friendship. “Nice to see you. Here. At my job.”
“Um yeah, about that…” The brunet smoothed his long bangs back out of his face behind his ears and grinned bashfully as he rubbed the back of his neck. Under other circumstances, she and Kalenda would be ogling him for the way the seams of his deep blue henley were barely clinging to life across his shoulders and around his massive arms and the skinny jeans that were all but wrecking her concentration. “Cap and Tony had a meeting at 1PP and Stevie wanted me to tag along.”
“I’m glad he did.” The way her compliment made his cheeks flush felt like winning an award, even if the normal filter she kept up at work slipped a bit.
“Me too.” The tiny shy grin that danced at the corners of his lips was killing her slowly, even as the somewhat awkward silence stretched out between them.
Kalenda’s obvious throat-clearing seemed to startle her back into herself, reminding her acutely of both their location and their audience.
“Well, it’s always good to see you.” The platitude was automatic, off her tongue and into the space between them before she even thought about it, her nerves robbing her mind of anything but decent manners. Good gods, she was never gonna live this down.
“You look good.” His eyes widened a moment later as he flushed bright red, clearly that hadn’t been what he’d meant to come out of his mouth. “I mean, that is… you look better than when I saw you last time.”
“Hard not to,” she conceded, her mind bordering on hysterical the longer this conversation went on. It felt like the whole world was watching this junior-high level farce and she was stumbling through it, quite badly.
“Well, on the upside, you’re wearing more clothes this time,” Tony interjected oh-so-helpfully, looking like he was avidly watching the best telenovela ever and doing nothing to quell the likely overheating rumor mill that had just kicked into gear around them. “And there’s less blood.”
“Alright, thank you, Mr. Stark,” Shelly, the floor supervisor’s breathlessly cheerful voice sounded like she’d rather eat broken glass than let that conversation continue as she rushed across the room to join them. “Echo, Mr. Stark, Sergeant Barnes, and Captain Rogers—”
“Hello, Echo.”
She was almost afraid to look, though Kalenda’s dreamy sigh left her no other choice. Sure enough, the gods of horniness were testing her and pretty much every woman in the five boroughs with these three Avengers out together. In a black t-shirt under a green button-down and jeans that gave her the most impure thoughts possible about his thighs, the blond Avenger with the pink cheeks grinned at her warmly from his spot behind Tony. The fact her panties didn’t burst into flames right there was a miracle of modern physics.
“Hey Steve.”
“As I was saying,” her supervisor huffed, bringing all of the attention back to her, “they’re here to tour the center, so we should really be on our way.”
Sounded reasonable to her, so long as they were there, Echo doubted there’d be much work done anyway. “Alright then.” Echo turned back to her console to take stock of her district. “It was good to see you. Be safe out there.”
“Before we go though…” Buck’s half-grin as he met her eye over her shoulder warmed her to her toes. “You out of here soon?”
“A few hours. Why?”
“Wanna meet up for a late dinner?”
His hopeful expression tugged at her heart. It was the kind of thing that made her want to give him the world, even if she didn’t know him like that. “It’ll be after ten,” she hedged, perched on the fence between really wanting to spend time with them because who wouldn’t, really, and knowing that she’s no one special and didn’t have any business tagging along with them.
“Then we’ll leave a light on for ya,” Steve replied cheerfully as he and Bucky were led further into the center and away from her desk. “See you tonight.”
“Always a pleasure, Crash,” Tony called, following behind him.
Echo sat blinking at her console as she watched the group retreat, only spurred to action when she caught Steve’s eye as he winked at her before leaving the room.
“What just happened?” she asked the Universe at large as she typed in the login code for her phone from muscle memory.
“Looks to me,” Kalenda replied lightly dropping off a new bottle of caffeinated water, “like you have a date after work.”
“Huh.” The very idea was mindblowing. Quickly, her mind was shaken from its haze by a bank robbery that required both her and Kalenda’s attention for quite a while.
“And had the nerve not to introduce me.”
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Teneri ad Vos
meaning "enthralled by you" in Latin.
💜
Vos || 18 yrs || He
Can't stress enough: MINORS, DNI. DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS NOT THE BLOG FOR YOU. ALSO, I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU TRY TO FOLLOW ME AND YOU DON'T HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO OR PINNED POST. THANKS.
💜 Fun Vos Facts! 💜
- College student
- Writer
- Total nerd (D&D, Video games, etc. Ask me about my collections!)
- In case you can't tell, I'm a Latin nerd too :)
- More holes than the average man
- Bi guy
- Happily taken :) I have a lovely girlfriend and she smokes weed
All of the other stuff is going below the cut. One more time, MINORS DNI. FINAL FUCKING WARNING. THANKS.
💜 Sexy Vos Facts!! 💜
Okay, green for giving, blue for receiving. Purple for both.
I'm switchy as hell but I'm really only going to be thinking subby thoughts on this blog. I might make the rare dom post or two but I will not play dom. Thanks 💜 Okay now let's get into it:
- Raging hypnosis / brainwashing kink. Love getting tranced out 💜
- Dumbification and stuff like that :) I guess it kind of goes hand in hand with the hypno but sometimes it's just so nice to not Think about Things
- Praise kink my beloved. To care and be cared for is always really nice
- Denial and edging. God it's so much fun but I'm so bad at it lol
- Bondage!! Tie me up in ribbons and rope! Plus, I want to learn shibari so bad...
- Puppy play stuff!! Ask me to bark and I go woof!!
- Mommy kink :) Sometimes it's just nice to be mommy's baby boy y'know?
- Royalty kink. I'll gladly be a knight or prince of your kingdom hehe
- Blasphemy and the corruption that comes with it. Turns out there's a reason I like being called angel so much :3
- Plus some crazy fantasy stuff. Y'know, tentacles and aphrodisiacs and monsterfucking and holding hands with someone who really really loves me, etc etc
- Uhhh recent development I wanna get pegged and / or actually railed??? I want cock or strap in my hole??? ASAP??? please and thank you???
[This list is subject to change or expand depending on what Tumblr does to me.]
💜 What Vos doesn't like. 💜
- If you're kind to me, I will be kind to you. That's the golden rule on my blog. Don't be a dick, and don't be a creep.
- ABSOLUTELY DO NOT ASK FOR PICTURES OF ME. I know I'm whoring myself out on the internet but I'd like to keep it to just words.
- Please don't open conversations by sending me nudes or spirals. It's kind of weird to me. Say "hi" or "hello" or even just ask me first!! Thank you!!
- Please keep your sissy, detrans, forced-fem, and misgendering stuff to yourself please.
- Additionally, no thanks on piss, scat, race, and gainer/feeder stuff! It is NOT for me. Also, I'll probably block you if it's your whole account.
- I block empty, no-pfp no-name no-description etc. blogs on site. At least make your profile look a little lived-in.
- MINORS DNI. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME. I KNOW I'VE SAID IT A COUPLE TIMES ALREADY BUT I AM BEING SO SERIOUS. THIS IS NOT A BLOG FOR YOU IN ANY CAPACITY. GO AWAY.
- I'm not looking for a long term dynamic. But DM me maybe and we can play around?
[These boundaries are also subject to change. If you're freaking me out, I will tell you. If you continue to freak me out, I will block you. If you're a robot, uh, go fuck yourself. Idk.]
💜 Vos Terminology Index 💜
Please call me...
- Masculine terms; man, boy, guy, dude, etc.
- Pretty, good, sweet, and baby boy.
- Dumb, empty-headed, pathetic, needy.
- Prince, puppy, dog, toy, angel, doll.
- Chest, dick, and hole to talk about my anatomy.
If you're unsure about something, pop in and ask!
💜 Closing remarks! 💜
I'm a total nerd with a writer's background, and I tend to get really wordy. If I write some nerdy or horndog ramble, just bare with me. I like talking lol
Okay, that's all from me!! I hope all of this wasn't too boring! Remember, be kind and receive kindness in return.
Vos out. 💜
#minors dni#trans nsft#bd/sm puppy#mommy k!nk#brainwashing#hypnosis#mind control#mind conditioning#t4t nsft#ftm nsft#nsft#denial#i promise ill add more tags when i think of them but generally i dont know what im doing#be kind to me bwahaha#vos
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mie i feel like you don’t get the chance to talk about inumaki often. anything you’d like the say? pls speak into the mic🎤
The absolute evil chuckle I let out upon receiving this ask, thank you so much for enabling my antics it means the world to me <3
I know in my SOUL that he’s a biter. Shoulders, arms, hands, legs, cheeks—wherever he can reach, he will bite. Then he’ll fucking laugh when he leaves bite marks behind… insanity… he’s simply… he’s a world class gremlin (extremely affectionate) <333
Just looks like he has terrible road rage. His friends do not let him get behind the wheel if they can help it, Maki has dragged him by the back of his sweater out of the driver’s seat of his own car, and forced him into the backseat. Legend has it he once actually, verbally cursed while driving, but he honked the horn at the same time so it was censored.
Animal lover extraordinaire. Dogs, cats, birds, reptiles, even grubby things like worms lmfao (which he loves to use to freak other people out), Inumaki likes animals. Can be found going out of his way to stop by an adoption center after his classes just to play with the animals.
Oversized clothing king. Yes, some of his collection is just stealing clothing from his friends, but that’s not the point xoxo. If the sweater is two sizes too big for him, he loves it. Nothing better than burying himself in the hood of a hoodie that completely envelopes him, and falling asleep during lecture.
Speaking of lecture, he’s a doodler. He’s a… good student, he just doesn’t have great student work ethics? He’s smart, he takes notes when he needs to, reviews when he needs to, does his stupid group projects when he needs to, but he’s not the guy you’ll find making color-coded flash cards in the library at 2pm. If anything, he’s hijacked somebody else’s study session and has now forced them into watching Netflix with him in the library.
Another modern adaptation I have for him is that his palette is really… sensitive? That doesn’t mean he only eats the finest foods (he could live off of his favorite chips and Dr. Pepper if you let him), but he can discern ingredients in foods really well. He’ll take one bite of something and immediately push the plate away and when you question, he just brings his hands up to sign, “It has coriander,” and then stick his tongue in an over dramatic sign that he’s disgusted.
Frequently makes an X with his hands when he doesn’t like something. Doesn’t like waiting for Yuuta to stop talking to his classmates after lecture, waving X telling Yuuta to move; doesn’t like the snacks Maki brought to their study session, little X with his hands before he sticks a finger in his mouth to fake gag; doesn’t like when he sees you talking to people he doesn’t know, really big X so the other person can see it before he tugs you away by the sleeve of your shirt.
On that note, very easily and obviously jealous with little to no shame about it. He will not be the bigger person. If someone goes low, he’s going to hell LMFAO.
His playlists are a fucking mess. One minute it’s ABBA, the next it’s Hannah Montana, the next it’s Megan Thee Stallion. No cohesion when putting them together. And he studies with that playing… insane.
You’ve got a free lap? Not anymore, Toge’s laying there :) his head, his legs, sometimes his entire body weight because you know what they say: if it fits, it sits.
Sometimes he and Gojo like to make people believe that they’re father and son LMFAOO the light hair, blueish/purple eyes combo is coming in handy.
Loves to reply to messages from other people’s phones. Will reply from your phone to piss off Maki (who always knows it’s him). Will reply from Maki’s phone to scare Yuuta (who always falls for it). Will reply from Yuuji’s phone to Megumi to meddle (who says he never falls for it, but Inumaki thinks otherwise).
Favorite kind of pranks are the ones that inconvenience people slightly. Taking the batteries out of the remote, unstacking all the cups in someone’s cabinet, creating a new keyboard shortcut to fuck up their texts, setting 10 alarms in the span of 12 minutes. Absolute menace to society.
Flower boy. When he’s not being a complete nuisance and stain on society, he’s quite sweet. He puts a lot of thoughts into giving flowers—knows the meaning behind each one, cares a lot about the ratio of composition of flowers in each bouquet. Maintains his own little garden at home very well, and nobody would ever think that the gremlin who cuts lecture to play Kirby in his friends' room would so gentle with plants :)
#anonymous#i am trying to be normal.... but you dont understand now.... un normal i am when it comes to him#he scratches such a specific itch in my soul#likes hes demonic... in such an angelic way... my little gremlin boy <3333#gonna put him in a jar and shake him around with glitter and flower petals inside <333333333#inumaki x reader
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Dustin's a Damn Good Ally (Original) Pt. 2
Chapter 2— Twins and Poly-nailery
Ao3 Link
Originally Posted 1.1.23/Edited 9.1.23
Summary: Max has a lot of shit going on in her life
(Queer author saying queer is used both positive and negative here)
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Dustin met Mad Max when she moved to Hawkins in 8th grade. Why her parents (or mom and stepdad) chose to move from fancy California to bum-fuck-nowhere Indiana beat him, but alas, they had, and it had brought Dustin one of his best, closest friends.
Originally, Dustin believed he had a crush on her. Soon, he realized that feeling of jealousy, of passion to prove himself, and burning love…wasn’t exactly romantic. It was 100% familial, and after the Snow Ball fiasco and the second (and hopefully last) edition of traumatic bullshit that was the Upside Down, Dustin, Max, and Steve became a little unit of melancholy daddy issue holders.
So, Max and Dustin got really damn close. Close enough that Dustin started to learn her quirks and mannerisms, how to tell if she was nervous or excited, and how to tell if she liked you or if she was just flat-out annoyed.
In the summer of 1985, Dustin noticed her becoming closer with El, and close in a way Max had only been before she started dating Lucas.
So that was something.
More and more, on his off time from dealing with the Russians and contacting Suzie, he’d see the two together, easily brush off-able as besties or bffs, but Dustin knew Max better than that.
So he did his research, because he wanted to support his sister as much as possible. Even if she didn’t know what she was feeling, he wanted to make sure she knew he loved her for it.
In 1976, David Bowie came out as bisexual.
Perfect.
Bisexuality meant she could like both Lucas and El, boys and girls.
However, that was a long shot. Maybe Max was completely over Lucas, or maybe she wanted to try something new, or maybe she didn’t even catch how her feelings were absolutely more than platonic.
So, all Dustin had to do was confront her about it, or…confront really wasn’t the right word, it made it all seem threatening and angry; Max already got enough of that in her life.
He was…talking…to her about it.
Talking worked!
Yeah.
Dustin had no idea what would happen with Billy, though.
He couldn’t predict the grief that would strike her for weeks, making her unattainable. He could understand, though, and knew to give her space. A sexuality crisis could wait until after a grief one.
It was well into September, now, a few weeks after their first day of high school, when Dustin and Max found themselves alone (or, semi-alone, Steve was downstairs in the kitchen) in Max’s new designated bedroom in the Harrington mansion.
Dustin was jealous as hell for that, side note. He knew the reason why she got it, and knew it wasn’t a great reason by any means, but he was still mad as hell Max now got to live with Steve and he didn’t. (Though he’d spend enough time there in the next few weeks for it to become their room, but he didn’t know that yet).
Dustin knew this was probably a good time to bring up the conversation he’d been putting off for about a month and a half, now, when the two of them were calm, sitting on Max’s big comfy bed. They were listening to music from an old record player, Max painting his nails a pretty purple (Eddie, the new DM at school, wore nail polish, and it was so cool).
"Hey, Max, I have a question." She looked up from his hands, eyebrows raised, and made questioning 'hmm' sound. "You…you know it’s ok if you like, girls, right?" He saw the panic immediately form on her face, "I don’t judge you, love is love…I think the saying is. Not sure." She blinked.
"I’m—I’m not gay!" So she didn’t know what bisexual meant, ok. Dustin could work with that!
"You can like guys and girls, Max. I’ve seen the way you look at Lucas and El, and it’s the same," Max’s cheeks flushed red, and her freaked gaze started to soften.
"You can…do that?" Dustin nodded, smiling slightly.
"David Bowie’s bisexual, so yeah, I think you can." Max blinked again, brow furrowing.
"Bisexual?"
"Bi, two, sexual, sexually attracted to." Dustin shrugged, "That’s the word he used to describe it, anyway." Max slowly closed the polish bottle, curling her knees to her chest in front of Dustin.
"I was so confused, I thought there was something wrong with me!" Dustin grinned.
"There’s nothing wrong with you, Max,"
"I like Lucas, and I knew I liked El, but I didn’t know if that meant if I was gay or…well, I guess you can see how that turned out, huh." They both laughed, but Dustin paused.
"You still like Lucas?" Max nodded.
"Yeah, uh, it’s weird but…I like them both? And I don’t want to have to choose, because they’re both amazing—"
"Polyamory." Max froze, eyes wide, jaw slightly dropped, "You have two hands, Max." Dustin grinned, slightly maliciously.
"Is that…there’s a term for feeling like that?" Dustin shrugged.
"I think that’s it. My mom taught it to me on the way back from camp, something about Suzie and Mormons and standards," He waved his hand, disregarding the topic, "Dunno. Either way, I think you should love whoever the fuck you want, and if it’s Lucas and El?" He shrugged nonchalantly. "Just don’t do it in the bed, man. I’m not sleeping over again if you do!" Max made a disgusted sound, and the two of them laughed.
"I’d hug you right now if your hands weren’t still drying, asshole," Dustin snickered, then his eyes widened.
"Also? Steve’s safe. Can’t really explain why, but…he won’t judge. He may be a little confused, though." Max nodded. "Wanted you to know since you’re staying here, now."
"Thanks," Dustin grinned.
"Anytime, sis."
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Your honor, these are twins. No, I will not defend myself: this is a fact.
I've seen so many "Dustin is Steve's child" and "Max is Steve's child" to which I say "they are the trio of melancholy daddy issue holders and they are all siblings and Claudia is their Ma.
Chapter 1/6———Chapter 3/6
#dustin henderson#max mayfield#elmax#lumax#elumax#background steve#dustin and max#melancholy daddy issue holders
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these secrets i keep - coyote
a/n: i saw a spoiler for purple hearts, got sad, made coyote and rebel a playlist and then wrote this. you’re welcome.
summary: Coyote’s been keeping a secret from his best friend. a huge one. a potentially friendship-ending one. so, he just won’t tell her. that’s a good plan.
and it would’ve been, had Hangman kept his mouth shut.
these secrets i keep- rebel
part of same mistakes-verse
main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist
warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of homophobia/racism/growing up in the South, the beginnings of a panic attack, mentions of DADT/AIDS epidemic, like two references to sex, Jake is doing his best, do I know how to write Hangman? idk, a gross overuse of italics, yeah full disclosure i’m coming back to the platonic soulmates thing
word count: 4,930
The car door shut but Jake didn’t pull his keys out to start the car. Coyote glances up at him to see Jake staring at the steering wheel, a concerning look on his face. “Jake, everything okay?”
He was met by a groan and Hangman sliding forward, head meeting the steering wheel. Coyote bit back a grin as he looked at his boyfriend, reaching a hand out to run his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. “Javy, I fucked up.” He groaned.
“What’d you do?”
“I told her.”
“Told who what? Rebel?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, you told her what exactly?” His hand stilled in Jake’s blond locks, suddenly nervous. Surely Jake wouldn’t have...
“’bout us.” Jake mumbled and Coyote froze. Jake looked up at his boyfriend, taking in his wide eyes and what must’ve been a panicked look on his face. “She didn’t seem mad about it or anything, she said she didn’t care, but I thought she knew. I thought you told her already.”
“I would’ve told you if I had!” He exclaims, cold settling over his body as the alcohol he’d just drank with his friends turning sour in his stomach. He was going to be sick.
“Babe, babe, don’t panic. She said it was fine, she didn’t care, she’s not gonna freak out I promise.” Jake said hurriedly but the voice sounded distant as his ears began ringing. He began to play the night over in his head, looking for a change in his best friend’s behavior that would’ve signaled she knew. There was nothing. He didn’t know if that made him feel better or worse. “Javy? Javy, please don’t panic. Just talk to her about this. Please, it’s gonna be okay.”
“I’m gonna lose my best friend, oh God, this is why I wasn’t gonna tell her Jake!” He says, shifting in his seat as the car suddenly starts to feel too small, too tight, oh God, he couldn’t breathe-
“Javy, Javy, you’re not gonna lose her. She’s not gonna- what are you afraid she’s gonna do?”
“Are you serious? Her godfather, who she loved and adored, was the Commander of the Pacific Fleet, her Dad a highly decorated Naval Captain, both who’ve served during the height of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. Not only are you a guy, you’re also white, and she doesn’t even like you to begin with!” He rushes out, his chest starting to feel too tight. He couldn’t-
“Javy, Javy, breathe! Please breathe, it’s going to be fine.” Jake took his hand and squeezed, and the tension lessened in his chest, just a little bit. “If she doesn’t accept you for who you are and who you love, she’s not someone you want to be friends with in the first place, you know this.”
“Jake, she’s my best friend. She’s my family, I’d go to hell and back for her if she asked me to. I can’t just-”
“Javy, she didn’t seem mad about it, not even in the slightest. She said she wanted you to talk to her about it, not me. So talk to her, I promise it’s not- it won’t go the way you’re thinking it’s gonna go.”
“She wants me to talk to her because she can’t exactly cut me off via you.”
“Javy, no.”
“Well-”
“No. She’s not like that. She might not like me but she’s a better person than what you’re giving her credit for right now. She’s not your best friend for no reason.” He didn’t have a response to that one, brain reeling. Because she was his best friend for a reason, wasn’t she? He let out a shaky breath as Hangman eyed him. “It’s gonna be fine, I promise. Just talk to her. If she makes a deal out of it, I’ll deal with it, okay? You got nothing to worry about.” He nods, squeezing Jake’s hand. Jake nodded once and then grabbed the keys from his pocket, starting the car and pulling down the street. He had no intention of bringing this up to her. He wasn’t sure he could bear hearing the words leave his best friends mouth.
-
The sound of the rain pitter-pattering on the roof of the car filled the air as he and Jake sat there in silence. A tension-filled silence no less.
“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll go to the Hard Deck with you tonight.” He concedes, knowing that in the grand scheme of things, one night was not that big of a deal.
“And you’re going to talk to her.”
“No.”
“Javy.” He looks at Jake, who’s already giving him a piercing look, one only his boyfriend can muster, like he can see through all his walls, tearing them apart brick by brick. “She’s worried, you know? She wants to fix it.”
“There’s no friendship left to fix.” Hangman grimaces.
“Don’t throw her out of your life over this.”
“You said she would bring this up and she hasn’t. She- she has to be looking for an out Jake and I’m just... giving her what she wants.”
“Maybe she doesn’t know how to approach it?” Jake says it in such a way that indicates he doesn’t actually know that.
“She say that?” Jake hesitates.
“Well... not exactly.”
“Then what did she say?”
“I- I don’t actually know. Bradshaw was just telling me and Trace how worried he was the other night. She’s taking the radio silence pretty hard apparently.” Coyote groans, slipping down further into his seat.
“Rooster has to know.”
“I don’t think he does.”
“She tells him everything, the news that Coyote and Hangman are boning has to be at the top of the list. God, how many of our teammates know, do you think? Fuck, what if Mav knows? He’s gotta, she doesn’t keep much from her Dad.”
Hangman snorts. “Yeah, except for the fact that she almost died and her old squadron harassed her for two years and oh yeah, by the way, my best friend almost got re-assigned to Iraq, and oh hey, I don’t feel like I’m good enough to be your kid, and oh yeah, you dote on my boyfriend more than your own kid-”
“Okay, okay, I get the point.” He looks over at his boyfriend and takes his hand, intertwining his fingers. Hangman squeezes his hand.
“Look, this has gotta end sometime and it’s not worth ending the friendship over if you don’t know for sure that she feels the way you think she does.”
“I do know.”
“Has she ever once said, to you, ‘I hate gay people and if my best friend ever came out as bisexual, I would stop being friends with them’? Or anything remotely close to that?”
“...No.”
“Well, okay then. You’re talking to her.”
“Jake, you’ve heard her. She jokes about us all the time, she’s gotta-”
“What is your point here? It’s not exactly like we’ve been subtle the last year.”
“Yeah, because you can’t keep your hands to yourself Seresin.” Hangman smirks.
“You love it.” His cocky grin falters and he looks away. “Look, I don’t love this either. Of course it scares me that she might do something with what she knows, that she might- I don’t know, tell the team, get us fired, whatever. But she’s not my best friend and we’re not gonna know until you talk to her.” He sighs, shifting in his seat.
“I’ll think about it.” Jake sighs and lets go of his hand.
“Look, just- make a decision about what you’re doing sooner rather than later. Because the longer you ignore her, the more Pops and Chicken Shit get interested in what’s up and we’re gonna have the whole team breathing down our necks.”
“They say something to you?”
“Phoenix and Bob did. Under the pretense of the team’s best wingman getting it together, but apparently Bradshaw’s pretty worried about her. I’m serious, she’s taking it really hard.” Coyote sighed, biting his lip. His shifts to look out the window as Jake pulls his phone out.
“We going now or what?” Jake nods, putting his phone back in his pocket and starts the car. The drive is mostly silent as Coyote watches the rainy city pass by. It’s only when they pass the exit they take to get to the Hard Deck that Coyote knows something’s up. “Jake, you-”
“I know.” A slight panic settled in as he eyed his boyfriend.
“Where are we going?” Jake didn’t respond and Coyote’s stomach dropped as he recognized the roads surrounding his best friend’s house. “Jake.” His boyfriend doesn’t say anything as he pulls into the empty driveway, save for Rebel’s car. He turns the car off and turns to him but he doesn’t move. Hangman sighs, but he still doesn’t look up.
“Javy, baby, I love you, but I’m not above dragging you into the house kicking and screaming.” Javy sighs, knowing Jake’s being serious and he unbuckles his seatbelt as Jake moves out of the car. Jake comes around the side of the car, grabbing his hand as they walk up to the front door. Jake opens the front door, his grip moving to his wrist, pulling Javy across the threshold. “Rebel?”
“Kitchen.” She calls and Jake continues to drag him along. Jake shuffled to move behind him and set him down gently in a chair.
“Sit down.” He said as Coyote looked down at the the wooden table. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw how Hangman sighed and then shifted, looking around the kitchen nervously. “Mav here?”
You shook your head. “Penny’s.” He nodded slowly as Coyote refused to make eye contact with anything but the table. He couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Right well, let’s talk about this then.” He said, straightening up. Coyote could feel your eyes on him and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
“What are we talking about exactly?” You asked.
“Well, I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that Coyote’s been ignoring you.” You nodded.
“Yeah, wasn’t sure why.”
“Well, I know why. You never brought up what I told you that day, about us, and Javy freaked out.” You waved a hand.
“We didn’t need to have a discussion about it.”
“Well, why not?” Hangman presses.
“Because-”
“-Because she hates me for who am I and who I’m dating and the friendship is over.” He stated, his voice rising with every word and you startled. He knew how this ended, with his best friend gently telling him that they couldn’t be friends anymore, that dating Jake was one low she just couldn’t get past, that she-
“Because it doesn’t bother me and I was waiting for you to come to me because it’s not my sexuality and relationship and I wasn’t going to force you to have a conversation you didn’t want to have or weren’t ready to have.” He finally looked up at you, a lump forming in his throat. Oh. Well he wasn’t expecting you to say that. “Javy, you’re family, you really think that I’d-?” Your voice caught in your throat as you brushed away a few tears. He stared at you as you swallowed back your tears. “Hangman, why don’t you go on ahead to the Hard Deck. We’ll meet you over there.” A stone dropped in Coyote’s stomach as he looked at his boyfriend, hoping Jake could see how much he didn’t want to be left here alone. Because she wouldn’t say the truth, not really anyways, in front of him, and he wasn’t sure he could walk out of this house, knowing his boyfriend wasn’t there to support him after having this conversation, knowing it was a matter of minutes until he lost his best friend.
Hangman must see the message on his face, or something similar, because he hesitates. “I don’t know-”
“It’s not up for discussion.” You state and Hangman glances at Coyote once more. Jake, don’t you dare-
“Okay, okay. I’m going. Just-” You raise your eyebrows and he swallows. Coyote had half a mind to run now. “Yeah, okay I’m going. Okay, see you later.” He hesitates and then presses a quick kiss to Coyote’s cheek. They both glance at you, but you make no indication of having any response to the PDA just shown. He moves his gaze back to the table as you wait until you hear the front door shut and watch his car drive away from the kitchen window and before turning back. You sigh and take a seat across from him.
“Javy.” You state. “Look at me.” He swallows and raises his head to meet your look. “We need to talk about this because this is not worth ruining our friendship over.”
“Really, it’s fine-”
“No, it’s not. Javy, I was waiting for you to come to me about it. It’s not my sexuality or my relationship and I wanted you to have freedom over when it got discussed and to what extent. I didn’t know if you had a label or were just casually hooking up with him or what was going on and I wasn’t going to press it. If you want to discuss this, we can but if you want me to pretend like I know nothing at all I can do that too. I haven’t repeated what was said to anyone else and no one else will find out about it if you’re not ready for it. Because at the end of the day, this is your sexuality and your relationship and you get to make the call on how you’re defining it and who you’re discussing it with and I’m never going to force you to talk about it. It changes nothing, nothing at all. You’re still my best friend, you’re always going to be, no matter if you’re dating a man or a woman or anyone else. I don’t care, so long as you’re happy at the end of the day. You do know that right?” He sniffed, the dam breaking, because really, he hadn’t known that.
You stood up, moving to his chair. “I’m going to give you a hug now.” You whisper and he nods. You lean over to give him a hug as you kick a chair over with your foot. He reached up to touch your arm, as he tries to take deep breathes as everything starts to become overwhelming. You let him go and scoot it close as you pull your legs up into a criss-crossed position so your knees are touching his and take his hand. “I’m sorry if I didn’t make it clear I was a safe person to tell this to.” You whisper and he shakes his head.
“No, I know-” He swallows. “I knew you were going to be fine with it, rationally, but I just- we’ve never discussed this before and I didn’t- you were raised in a military family, your Dad and Admiral godfather were around during the height of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell and you and I both know things haven’t really changed all that much, even if the Navy says otherwise and I just- I panicked.” He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t really believe this was happening, that this was going in a way he hadn’t expected it to, and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel guilty.
“Disregarding the fact that Rooster and I’ve got theories about what good ol’ Mav and Ice were up to during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell-” Coyote raised his eyebrows. They had theories about what? “-it wouldn’t have mattered. I’ve never bought into that stuff. Not once.” He nods slowly, blinking tears out of his eyes. “What do you want from me here? Do you want to talk about it? Because I have questions but you don’t have to answer them if you don’t want to and you don’t have to answer them right now if this is too much.” He shook his head.
“No, I want talk about it and I want to hear any questions you have.” He looks over to you and you nod. He did want to hear your questions, wanted to hear everything you had to say, good or bad, because everything needed to be on the table.
“Okay, then we’re sitting on the couch because I hate these chairs.” He laughs softly and follows you out to the living room. “I’m serious, we’ve had them since I was like 3 and Dad refuses to get new ones.” You say, sitting down on the couch. He sits down next to you and you look at him. “Okay, so. How long have you and Hangman been dating?” He shrugs.
“November-ish?” November 11th. Is it weird that he knew the date? Probably not, right?
You nodded. “Well, that explains Christmas.” He nods. He was surprised you hadn’t said anything on Christmas because he and Jake had- well, they were only slightly inseparable on Christmas.
“We’ve technically been hooking up since the g-loc incident.” Might as tell you everything, including the fact that while you were dealing with the fact that your godfather had just died, he’d hooked up with Jake for the first time. Good best friend Coyote. Your eyes widen.
“Dude, that was almost a year ago.” He shrugs.
“It was just a casual thing at first, but not really, and we’ve been official since November but-”
“It’s been going on a lot longer.” You finish, looking at him. He nods, confirming the statement. “Oh God, so all those times I teased you-” You groaned, putting your head into your hands. “Sorry about being an ass. It was less, ‘you’re dating a guy’ and more ‘it’s Hangman’.” He shook his head.
“Never thought it was about that. I know how you feel about Jake. And you didn’t know and it wasn’t like you were wrong so...” Because she wasn’t. The cuddling after movie night, the subtle touches when they thought no one was looking, standing closer to each other during nights out, nothing about that had exactly helped their defense that nothing was happening.
“I deserve an award for Worst Friend of the Year for that.” He snorts.
“(Y/N), no. It’s fine. Don’t beat yourself up for it. Call us even for the time I told you to shut the fuck up on your first day.” Okay, yeah, maybe he still felt slightly bad about that.
“That’s not even in the realm of being the same thing.” Eh, debatable.
“Whatever. Next question.” Because the two of you would be here forever if you focused in on every moment you’d teased them. You sighed, rubbing your forehead.
“Please don’t regale me with stories of your sexescapdes but are you at least being safe?” You ask and Coyote glances at you curiously. “My Dad served during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, but also during the AIDS epidemic and he knew guys who- who got sick and I just- you’re being safe right?” He nods. He didn’t even think about that. Of course they were being safe but-
“Yeah, we’re being safe I promise.” You let out a sigh of relief and you nod.
“Good, good, I just worry.” You sigh. “Do you have a label for yourself?” He nods.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m bisexual.” He whispers, realizing it’s the only time he’s said the words out loud to anyone that wasn’t his own boyfriend.
“Okay. Who else knows?”
“Just you and Hangman. I’m not ready to tell anyone else.” He takes a deep breath. Everything on the table Coyote. “Well- okay, I have something I've gotta own up to.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Okay, I’m all ears.” He sighed and rubbed the back of his head nervously. This is the shit that could really get him in trouble.
“I hooked up with Ghost on more than one occasion.” Your eyes widen. “Venom caught us once and held it over my head until the day he left. He always threatened to go to Thompson and- I didn’t ever want to tell you while you were there because I was afraid you’d do the same, in some sort of fucked up way to get into Thompson’s good graces.” She wouldn’t do that, not to him, not to anyone, but he’d been so scared. “Ghost and I were kind of dating and the whole thing—lying to you, hiding, all of it—put a huge strain on us. We ended things a few weeks before I got the Iraq orders.” He still felt bad about how things ended between him and Ghost, but then again, it hadn’t been the most healthy relationship. Or situationship. They hadn’t labeled things, which, looking back, might’ve been a mistake from the get-go.
“That... explains so much.” You whisper.
“I- I wanted to tell you this time around because Jake and I have been years in the making and I didn’t want to fuck it up again, but I just- I just didn’t know how. I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship because you’re my best friend but I knew if I didn’t tell you, made Jake hide this from you, that I’d lose him and I just- I don’t know, I thought that maybe if I distanced myself from you, that it would suck for a while but you would accept it and it would be better this way, somehow? I thought that maybe if I lost you on my terms it would be better than losing you after hearing that you didn’t accept me for who I am.” He says, taking a shaky breath.
“Javy, no. You never would’ve lost me, not over this, not over anything else. And I never would’ve told you that. That’s not who I am, that’s never what I’ve believed, and it never will be.” He nodded, playing with the string of Jake’s sweatshirt.
“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”
You shook your head. “Please don’t be, it’s okay.”
“Is it?” He seriously doubted it. He wasn’t sure you would, or could, fully forgive him for he way he’d been acting.
“Javy, yes, I promise.” He sighs and you look at him. “Does he make you happy? Treat you well?” He nods. Because Jake did. Jake really cared about him. He might be an ass but he did care for Coyote.
“He does. He really does.”
“Good. I’ll accept nothing less for my best friend.” He laughs silently.
“Same goes for you. You know if Rooster ever hurts you, I’m ready to fight in your honor.” You snort, rolling your eyes.
“Yeah, I know.” You sigh, picking at a loose thread on the couch. “Look, if you did want to talk about it, tell anyone else, I know for a fact Dad and Rooster are both safe people to tell. Phoenix and Bob too.” He nods slowly. He- he did want to start telling other people, eventually, and he trusted your judgement.
“I’ll think about it.” You sigh, stretching.
“So are we all good?” He nods.
“Thank you for always being the sensible one in the friendship.” You shake your head.
“I don’t know about that one.” He cracks a smile.
“Well, the sensible one lately. Seriously though, thank you for being so cool with all of this. I needed it.” You roll your eyes, pulling him into a hug.
“Javy, shut the fuck up, I don’t give a shit if you’re into men.” He laughs into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you.
“You should’ve started with that. Would’ve saved us a lot of trouble.”
“You’re the one who was ignoring me!” You defend, flicking his forehead as he pulls away.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.” You shrug.
“You’re my best friend and nothing will change that.”
-
The car is filled with 70′s rock music as the two of you drive. He sighs and your eyes glance at him from the road. “I really am sorry.” He whispers.
“Coyote, really, it’s fine.”
“I-”
“Javy, do you remember the conversation we all had a few months ago? About soulmates?” He racks his brain, recalling the blurry memory.
“Vaguely, I was kind of drunk.” A smile appears on your face as you keep your eyes on the road.
“Do you remember how I talked about platonic soulmates?” He recalls what you’d said, how a warm feeling settled in his chest after hearing you declare that the two of you were platonic soulmates. You’d all been drinking, he wasn’t sure if you even entirely knew what you were talking about, but he appreciated the sentiment nonetheless, knowing how big of a secret he was sitting on. It had also scared him, because this was how you felt about him, and he was quickly earning the title as World’s Shittiest Best Friend the longer he hid his relationship with Hangman from you.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“I meant what I said that night. That you’re my platonic soulmate.” Eyes not moving off the road, you take your right hand and extend it and he takes it with his left. You squeeze his hand and he squeezes it back. “I have never had a friendship like ours and I never will again. People come and go but our friendship is forever and there is no way you’re getting rid of me.”
“Even if I wanted to?” He jokes, trying to ignore the weird feeling settling in his chest. You squeeze his hand again and shoot him a glare. “Kidding.”
“We’re gonna be friends for the rest of our lives and there’s never going to be anything you could do to change that.”
“Even if I broke into your house, stole your family’s most treasured possessions-”
“Javy.” You pause as the two of you approach a red light. “You’re deflecting.” He shifts uncomfortably, because you’re right. “There is nothing in this world that you could do that would make me think less of you.” He swallows. You raise your intertwined hands as the two of you near the Hard Deck, the outline of the building in the rainy, dark distance. “This, this is forever.”
“I know.”
“Then stop apologizing.” You let his hand go as you pull into a parking spot.
“I just feel bad. I shouldn’t be keeping secrets from you.”
“Like I don’t keep them from you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. You’ve parked and turn off the car but make no move to get out. He shrugs.
“Not exactly. I mean, I get not wanting to talk about like, your sex life with Bradshaw-”
“Coyote, I blatantly lied about how I knew Rooster, hid who my dad was from you, didn’t tell you my godfather was the Commander of the Pacific Fleet for fuck’s sake, I didn’t even tell you which branch of the military my Dad worked for. Pot, kettle, black? I’d be a hypocrite if I got mad.”
“Yeah, but those secrets were secrets I understood why you hid.”
“And you think I don’t understand why you hid that you were dating Hangman?” He was taken aback by that because he didn’t really expect you to understand. “I get it. It’s Bagman. He’s a guy. He’s white and you were raised in the South, where things like this are subject to scrutiny and criticism. I get that not everyone was raised in liberal ass California. Although we haven't always been this progressive but that’s neither here nor there.”
“Are you about to lecture me about California state history again?” You roll your eyes and even in the dark of the car, Coyote can read the look you’re giving him.
“Again. Deflecting. Missing my point.” He sighs.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Look, I may not ever fully get your experiences, because I haven’t lived them myself, but you’ve told me enough for me to understand why you hid it. It’s okay.” He sucks a deep breath in.
“You mean it? We’re friends for life?” You nod and he sighs, feeling like he’s coming up for air the first time in months.
“There’s a reason your name is Coyote my best friend 5eva in my phone.” Against his better judgement, some of his laughter escapes him.
“Oh, I’m so telling the team that.”
You roll your eyes again, shaking your head. “Shut up, let’s go inside.” He follows you out of the car but quickly pulls you into one more hug.
“Iloveyouandyou’remybestfriendandIappreciateyouandIdon’tsayitenough.” He rushes out, not daring to stop. You mumble something from where your chest is smushed into his sweatshirt. “Didn’t catch that.”
“I said, I love you too, but I’m going inside because it’s chilly.” He laughs as you push the door of the Hard Deck open, the bell ringing. He takes in the team sat at the pool table and Jake sitting at the counter, talking to Maverick. He watches as Rooster eyes you as you wave to Hangman and then head toward your boyfriend. He moves towards Jake as his gaze switches back to him, a raised eyebrow on his face.
“Everything go good?” He nods as Jake looks back to Rebel and Rooster, both of whom are looking at them. Jake shoots Rebel questioning look with a thumbs up and she returns it, a smile on her face.
“Went fine. We can talk about it more later.” Maverick pats Coyote on the shoulder in greeting as he moved down further at the bar to talk to Amelia. Jake continues to look at him and Coyote sighs, sitting down in what had been Maverick’s seat. “I’ve got a question.”
“Shoot.” Jake says, taking a sip of his beer.
“How would you feel about telling the team?”
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REACTIONS TO EPISODE 5 - THRILL OF DESTRUCTION
It's the usual biz, genuine "at that moment reactions", some jokes here and there and me appreciating Miruko and my other faves.
LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS!
Onwards!
Just knowing the chapters this episode will possibly cover and I'm ready to freak out!
Staring off with a recap, starring Miruko!
X-Less, it was nice knowing you.
Okay, I'll admit it was a little funny Miruko just laid back down after Endeavor to stay still. Like, queen, you have done enough. LAY DOWN PLEASE!! I'M WORRIED FOR YOU!!!
Oh my gosh, Backdraft?!
That little exchange between Present Mic and Eraserhead.
Maybe it's just me but Eraser Head is pretty here.
X-LESS, YOU SHOULD HAVE RAN WHEN YOU HAD A CHANCE!!!
I'll be honest... I do not like that cape on Shigaraki. He just never felt like a cape guy for me.
On the topic of the cape, why didn't it turn to ash when X-Less did? Shigaraki's quirk can spread now! Oh, what, he can control it like that now?! I NEED ANSWERS!!
"It's cold." Yes, it would be after you spent so long in a large vial of pretty purple liquid.
Fatgum really tried holding Tokoyami down. 🤣🤣
How he just dropped Kaminari, Honenuki and Komori out his fat!!! 🤣🤣🤣
"I WON'T LET YOU STEAL A RIDE OFF FATAXI!!" I LOVE FATGUM SO MUCH!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Dark Shadow sounded so sad. I want to hug Dark Shadow.
They... they didn't have to show Twice now. I do not want to cry right now. Unfair.
Mt. Lady just destroying walls while Dabi monologs. Hee hee, that's golden right there.
"Think about it, you BBQ'ed birbs." Oh wow, okay. You got jokes? 🤣
FATGUM RUNNING AWAY FROM MT. LADY'S ASS!!! "A BOTTOM!!" 🤣🤣🤣
Also, thanks, Geten, for unintentionally saving Tokoyami, Dark Shadow and Hawks.
Oh, he's pretty! Like ice prince pretty! Look at his lashes!!! Awww!!!
Look, real quick, I know some of you don't like Hawks, but I swear if I see bad talk about Tokoyami I'll riot. He is just a KID who is unaware of Twice's backstory. He just knows Twice is a villain and right now the villains have to be dealt with for the sake of society. He's going to be concerned for his teacher, alright? You can't fault him for it and I'm so tired of this fandom for not understanding that. The characters are not going to know the other's backstories, alright? It ain't hard to understand. The villains and heroes just see each other as enemies. It is nothing new in the superhero genre. 🙄 So if you're gonna get mad at Tokoyami for being concerned for Hawks, if you're gonna get mad at Tokoyami for being SCARED, then I'm gonna need you to not come this way.
Now back to our scheduled program!
Ah, shit, Gigantomachia is standing up!
"I smell my master. He's... awake." That is actually creepy you know that.
MY GOTH BIRD SON GOT HIS TITLE CARD!! I gotta use those purples.
URARAKA, TOO?!
Okay, Bakugou yelling at the old lady about the chocolate bun IS in the manga. That is not a new scene.
"You just want a chocolate bun, don't you?" Well, one, yes same! Two, the fact that he is aware of that is amusing and cute. 🤣🤣🤣
I will never get tired of Iida's arm chopping motions. So precious!! 💙
Aaaaw, Koda evacuating the kitties!! HE IS JUST TOO CUTE, THAT IS MY BABY!! MY SUNSHINE!!! 😭😭😭😭🧡🧡🧡🧡
Who... who is the airplane head guy?
*Midoriya stops* Ah, shit. It's happening!!!
NOT CRUST!! I ACTUALLY LIKED HIM!!! I knew it was coming... BUT DAMN!!! THE PAIN IS STILL THERE!!! First top hero to die, too. THAT SHIT IS HEARTBREAKING!!! SOMEONE HUG ME!!
Pixie-Bob, you tried.
Garaki, do you ever want to like... NOT TALK?!
ST. LOUIS SMASH AIR FORCE!! I'm sorry, but I love it when my green boy does his moves. He's great.
Okay, I like the evacuation scenes. Todoroki with his ice, Tsu doing her thing, Uraraka doing hers, Bakugou doing that, MIDORIYA PULLING A BUS.
OH HELL NO!! THE FUCK IS AROUND MY GUY'S ANKLES?! I WON'T STAND FOR IT!!
"Overhaul wouldn't be happy to see this." WHO CARES?!
*Shigaraki calls Machia* And the madness really begins!!
Overall, again, I don't have much to say about this episode. I liked it and now I shall go mourn Crust because he deserves it. He was gone too soon. 🥲
#kiya reacts#kiya watches#just kiya's thoughts#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha s6#bnha spoilers#bnha season 6#shigaraki tomura#tomura shigaraki#midoriya izuku#izuku midoriya#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#eraser head#present mic#miruko#crust#crust bnha#tokoyami fumikage#dark shadow#hawks#dabi
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Tumblr auto deleted first one, lets try this again-
You guys JUST met this guy??? But alright, let's get Luisa some MAN attention in here-
"THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRL!!!"
He called out to her, giving her a thumbs up as he set the crate down. Luisa said she had chores to do today, so he decided, to spend more time with her, he'd help. He couldn't do as much as her, like lift a church, but moving crates and supplies was little work he had no problem taking over for her. He appreciated her, genuinely. Super tall, super sweet, super...pretty. Okay, so Donovan was super attracted to his super buff and super strong girlfriend. It wasn't his fault! Not when she had such pretty eyes and pretty hair and pretty lips that he just really wanted to-
"Donnie?"
"Huh? What?"
Suddenly she was right next to him, wiping the sweat from her brow.
"I said, do you wanna go to my place for a bit? You look like you could use something to drink."
"Oh uh, sure. I'd love to."
He got to hold her hand as they walked, and he couldn't help but be a bit flustered. Her hand was so soft too, it was like being hugged by a cloud. They made it there, and a beeline right for the kitchen, where her mom was making some kind of drink.
"Oh, you're back early!"
"Yeah, Donnie helped me with a lot of stuff."
"Not like she needed me, this girl is fucking awesome out there."
Luisa blushed a bit at the compliment, even though it was true. Julieta smiled, handing them both a glass.
"Such a little gentleman! Here, have some Uchuva."
Whatever the hell that was, it was terribly sweet. He didn't adore it, but she clearly did, so he shut up and drank it.
"Gracias, mami. Hey uh, Donovan is gonna come upstairs with me, I need give him something he left of his."
"Go on then. Don't forget, dinner is at eight!"
Luisa gave her a nod as Donovan walked upstairs with her.
"Uh...you don't have anything of mine."
"I don't? Huh. Oh well, you're already up here."
He saw that smirk on her face. Sneaky sneaky. She opened the door to her room, and he lightly whistled.
"Woah. Nice in here."
It was mostly...rocks. Rock walls, floors, furniture. But what made this room really hers, was the ceiling. The rocks were carved out, letting the stars act as her light. She chuckled, fumbling through her dresser for something.
"This is just the room everyone else sees. In the back, I have some other stuff. I'm uh, gonna shower real quick, you mind?"
"No no, you do you, I'll just hang here."
Luisa kissed his forehead, and left. He stood there, unsure of what to do. Then it clicked. He was in a girl's rooms. HIS girl's room. Something about that fact made him freak out, as if he had just snuck in here on his own. He looked around, thinking about leaving, but that'd be rude, right?
"Look. You're fine. You're just. In the room of your super hot girlfriend. You're fine. Just. Don't do something stupid."
He did something stupid. He started to snoop. He looked around, seeing pictures of her family, trophies and medals, and her bed. Oh her bed was precious.
"Oh my god. She's got unicorn plushies AND sheets-I love her so fucking much."
She was too cute for her own good. He looked around some more, before noticing there was another door. Despite common sense, he opened it, revealing the view of an endless, open beach. The salty air hit his nose through here, and the pink sand amongst the various weight equipment only proved this was hers. Luisa was fascinating, constantly full of surprises. He thought about walking in, when he heard her door start to open. He shut the door, and immediately leapt for her bed, taking a seat just in time.
"You sat there the whole time?"
"Uh...yeah. Didn't. Want to invade your space."
Help him, help him, she was in her bath robe. It was big and fuzzy and purple and her hair looked SO pretty when it was down and wet like this. Luisa chuckled, tossing her clothes in her hamper in the corner.
"I wouldn't have minded. I mean you're my boyfriend so...ow."
His attention was taken away when he heard that. It was rare for her to be physically hurt, but when it did happen, he was on that shit.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I pulled something carrying that last donkey, kinda hurts right here, at my shoulder."
"Dumbass-I told you to stretch beforehand."
"I know, I know. I just wanted to get it done quickly, I really wanted to spend more time with you."
God. Dammit. He felt his face explode, before he sighed, scooted over, and patted the bed.
"Come here, I'll massage it. Dad gets body cramps all the time, this is what mom does."
He was glad she didn't fight him on this, sitting down without any retort. He was about to reach up to touch her, before realizing two things. One, he was about to touch his girlfriend, fresh out of the shower, in a place he hadn't before. Two, he needed her to push her robe down to even fucking reach-
"You okay back there?"
"Yeah I just need you to drop the robe. Just a bit, I can't reach."
She did that, letting it fall past her shoulders, and showing just a bit of her back. Holy shit, holy shit her muscles looked good enough to bite into. Relax, you fucking pervert. He got up a bit on his knees, and put his hands on her shoulders, just getting her used to his touch. His nervousness was obvious, and she chuckled.
"Donnie, you can just say you don't know what you're doing-"
"Shut the fuck up. I'm just, worried I might go a bit too hard. Stop me if I am, or imma go bat shit."
She looked pretty when she blushed like that. His fingertips pushed into her, alongside his thumbs. He went hard, knowing her muscles needed a bit more than the average effort. She seemed to sink into his touch, sighing in relief.
"Okay, take it back. You definitely know what you're doing."
"The massage, or taking care of my girl?"
"Both. I'm...still not used to you calling me that."
"Me too. Can't believe you're with an angry shithead like me. Is it the hair?"
She chuckled, turning her head to look at him.
"It's part of it. I also like that you're strong for me. Like, you stick up for me, you support me, you encourage me, and if I'll be honest, I kinda...like the angry, a bit. Kinda comes off as passionate."
She was looking at him with those pretty eyes, it made him focus on where he was massaging. But he had to look away immediately, because he could totally see her cleavage like this.
"I like stuff about you too. I like that you're sweet. I like that you're pretty. I like that you're strong. I like that you keep me calm and that...shit, princess, I just really like you."
She used her finger to give him a little push, chuckling as her face seemed to only get redder. Red suited her.
"That name is so dumb. I hate that I like it."
"Well I mean, that's what you are. To me, at least."
"Oh, stop it."
He hated when she did that. When she didn't believe him when he said good things about her. He leaned over her shoulder, meeting her eyes as he went on.
"No, I'm serious! I think you're like a princess. You're pretty, you're sweet, you even do the animal thing! I mean it's with donkeys but you get the idea. Look, how about this. You have tomorrow off, right? We'll get you a dress. A real big fancy one. And whatever girly shit your ass wants. Whatever makes you look like the princess I already see. Deal?"
She put her hand on his chest, looking at him with such fondess that it made HIM feel like a big shot.
"You hate shopping. Youd do that for me?"
"Absolutely. Whatever you need, imma do. I want you to count on me."
"...you know, if you think of me as a princess, does that make you a prince?"
He snorted as he put his whole weight on her, trying to ignore how much of her skin he was technically touching.
"Shit, if that'll keep you around, I'll be some prissy prince."
"And princes kiss princesses, right?"
He knew exactly what she was getting at. He cupped her cheek, and carefully pressed his lips against hers. She was so soft, even her grip on his wrist was gentle as gentle could be. They've had a few kisses, usual pecks. But this, this felt like it meant something. It kinda got to his head, honestly. In between kisses, he felt himself groan softly against her.
"Damn I love your lips, baby."
She seemed to freeze at his words, and he just now realized HOW he said his words. Like he was coming onto her. He cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed that he dared to talk to her like that.
"Donnie-"
"No no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that. I don't like, EXPECT stuff from you and..."
His thoughts drifted as she held onto his hand, keeping it against her cheek.
"No no. It doesn't bother me. I was...uhm. Gonna say, I kinda. Liked it. If you uh...want to do stuff, we can."
No way he heard what he heard. He glanced briefly at her chest, immediately regretting it because god dammit her cleavage was RIGHT there.
"Lulu, I uh. Think I didn't hear you right. It kinda sounded like you're saying you wanna have sex-"
"I did."
"...oh."
Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh every cussword in every language. The hottest girl ever, wanted to fuck HIM. She winced upon seeing his face.
"You're steaming, Donnie. If you don't WANT to, we can just-"
He didn't know how he did what he did. He just knew he somehow had her on her back, and he was right on top of her, elbows propped up so he can peer down at her. She looked so...pretty, wet hair over her pillows, robe disheveled, cheeks on fire and her eyes looking at him in surprise. How dare she be so cute?
"Gimme a safeword. You're gonna need it."
They BOTH were steaming at this point, like two kettles in a tea house. She fumbled with her thoughts, before getting an idea.
"Pressure."
Good enough for him. He leaned down to kiss her again, relishing in the fact that he was allowed to make the proper sounds he wanted. Amongst his own groans, he heard hers. Oh shit was it cute. She was begging for it.
"Wait, was that little sound from you?"
"...no?"
"You're a dirty little liar. You MOANED for me. You should do more of that. A lot more."
He pressed his lips against hers again, and in between their lips, in between his tongue grazing against her own, he pulled at her robe, till it opened. He lifted himself up a bit to look at her, and his confidence faltered. She was. Woah. Way too pretty for him. A big, fit body, perfect with muscles, decorated in freckles, and every part of her was beautifully big and thick. Including her chest. Oh help him they were huge. She winced at his face, about to pull her robe back over herself.
"I'm sorry, I know it's a lot, we can do it with it on-"
"Damn bitch, let me admire the shit out of you for like two seconds, you're fucking gorgeous."
She stared up at him, as if he just recited some romantic ass poetry to her.
"You're...not lying?"
"If I lie to you about how much I love you, you get to kill me. Or get your sister to, she'd actually beat my shit in."
"Which one?"
"Both, honestly. But my point is, I think you're the most beautiful woman ever. I think you're my pretty princess."
Oh she LOVED that, he could tell from how she tried to cover her mouth with her palm. How he was the only guy who saw her as gorgeous, he had no fucking clue.
"You're embarrassing me..."
"Is it embarrassing if my pretty princess LIKES all the attention?"
He wanted to kiss her lips again, but with her covering it, he had to try something else. He buried his face in the crook of her neck instead, kissing along her pretty skin. So soft, and he swore she smelked like lavender and cupcakes. He let his hand trail down her stomach, till his hand was right between her legs. Oh there was a bit of curly hair that tickled her fingertips, he kept reminding himself to NOT lose his shit.
"Donnie, can you uh..."
"Can I what, baby?"
"Can you call me the other name too?"
"What, you mean teddy bear?"
She gave a mini scream as she nodded, and god dammit did he love that shit. He leaned down to sneak a kiss at her nose, before he started to rub at her pussy, just slow enough to get her used to his touch.
"I can do that. I can do whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy. Just keep those legs open for me, I'll make you the happiest teddy bear in the world."
She did as he said, keeping those pretty things to the side to give his hand that much needed space he needed. The space he needed to smear her wetness over her pubic hair, to rub it over her folds, to brush over her clit. To make her make those pretty sounds he was really starting to get addicted to. Her shakey little voice was helpless, and for once, he liked seeing her so weak.
"You can uh, p-put them inside if you want."
"What, you want my fingers inside your pussy? Like this?"
He may have been getting carried away, but he couldn't help but push a finger into her, and watch as she gripped onto the sheets below. He watched her bite her pretty bottom lip as she nodded.
"You can put m-more. I can handle a lot more."
"Oh yeah? Alright. I'll give you more."
He shoved three fingers into her, pushing them in and out. It made such a loud, wet sound, and he wanted to be inside those tight little walls. His own dick was straining against his pants, giving him a bit of pain, but that didn't matter. She did.
"T-thank you."
He snorted, leaning down to press his forehead against hers.
"Don't thank me yet. Don't thank me till I get my dick right inside this wet little cunt."
"Can it...c-can it be now? This is killing me, Donnie. I need more than just the fingers."
He wanted to scold her, but he was too excited about the idea of a girl THIS fine being Impatient for him. He got off of her, took off his shirt (he tried not to get even more confident upon her checking him out as much as she was), before taking himself out of his pants. He was more ready than he thought, all from just a few moments of fingering his girlfriend. He stroked himself for a moment, getting her use to the sight of him. That, and well...it was kinda hot, her watching.
"You SURE you want this, right? Because you can stop me at ANY point."
"I don't want you to stop. Donnie, please?"
She put her hand between her legs, and parted her folds for him, letting him take a look inside of her pink, hot, wet insides. Didn't have to tell him twice. He reached for the condom in his pants, and after opening it with his teeth and sliding it over himself, he got down to it. He held onto his cock as he slowly pushed himself in, and he banged his fist against the headboard upon pushing himself in fully. That felt. WAY better than it should. She shouldn't be this cute and be THIS tight, it made him feel WEAK.
"God DAMMIT, baby."
"W-what? Are you okay?"
"No. No I'm not. You're too fuckin' pretty, and you feel too good around me. Unfortunately, I think you got me hooked on you."
He kept himself propped up as he started to push himself back and forth. Slowly at first, knowing if he went full force so soon, he'd only last a second. Her hands held onto her sheets, and he watched as his strong girl seemed to unravel underneath him.
"D-Donnie, you...feel really good."
"You're one to talk. Tight little pussy, cute little face...I'm a lucky guy, you know that?"
"You're not just saying that because we're doing it?"
He took a hold of her cheeks, tilting her head to the side, in order to kiss her pretty cheek.
"Nope. I'm lucky before and after. I just REALLY like fucking you, but I don't think you're complaining."
He couldn't help but give her kisses upon kisses, taking in the smell of her pretty shampoo, finding himself picking up the pace. Should he be going so fast? Probably not, but she'd stop him if he was too much. For now, he wanted to fuck the prettiest girl in the world. He kept his face buried into the nape of her neck, and just stopped thinking, just let his body do all the work.
"No. No, no covering that pretty mouth. I wanna hear it. Wanna hear how you sound when I'm with you."
She was wordless now, but sure as hell not silent. Her hand wanted to cover her mouth, try to save some dignity, but she wasn't allowed to have that, not now. Not as his hips started to buck into her, not as he was starting to use her to make himself feel so fucking good.
"Fuck, you feel so good, teddy bear. You feel like you belong with me. Like this is the pussy I'm SUPPOSED to fuck."
She wasn't looking at him anymore. Hell, they were closed at this point. But it didn't matter to him. She looked pretty like this, eyes forced shut and her cheeks drenched in blush, sweat coming down her frame. He could feel himself throb, all for her.
"You make me so fucking angry sometimes. I see you out there every day, and you don't know how fucking sexy I find you. You know how many times I almost wanted to sneak you off into some alley and take out all my anger on this pussy? You're so unfair. You're a real fucking tease, teddybear."
Her poor hips tried to buck against him, clearly wanting more of him. She wanted more, she'd get more. He forced her to open her mouth, and forced his tongue past her lips. She loved the feeling of his tongue rolling against hers, hardly letting her breathe, he swore it was practically shoving her off of that edge.
"Teddy bear likes to get tongue fucked. How cute. If that's what you want."
His hips kept moving, his tongue and his lips kept kissing and licking, was it any wonder she came? Her sound was so pretty, he swore it even tasted sweet as he swallowed it. She tried to speak, probably something about his turn, but he didn't need it. He pushed himself in as full as he could, and came. He wished he could've cum inside her. Something about her made him want to just do it, even though it was a terrible idea.
They sat there for a moment, trying to catch their poor breaths, before he pulled away, tossing the condom into her trash. He was about to ask if she needed something, before her head was right on his chest, and her big arms were wrapped around him. He chuckled, putting his hand on her head.
"Happy?"
"Mhmm. Very. I'm...glad we did that. I mean I've done it before, but never with a guy."
"Oh. That's news. I hope I didn't just ruin it for the guys team then."
She chuckled at his joke, shaking her head.
"No no. It was nice. It was...a lot more than I expected, a little overwhelming, but I liked it. I like you."
"I like you too. A lot. I like your shampoo too, shit smells like a bakery's asshole."
She snorted as she looked up at him, catching him playing with a piece of her hair.
"Donnie, can I say something, and you not freak out?"
"Go for it."
"I don't like you. I love you. I'm glad you're my boyfriend."
She meant it. He could see it in her pretty eyes. He smiled, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"And I love you. I'm glad you're my princess."
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"Oh. Donovan. I didn't expect to see you here so early."
Luisa tried to get him out of her room early, but she had overslept, so she decided he should at least get some breakfast before sending him home. Donovan nodded at her as he started to pile on his plate.
"We uh. Had a sleepover."
Antonio called out from the dining room table.
"Why wasn't I invited?! I like sleepovers!"
"Next time, little man! Imma eat, then we'll head out Teddy bear."
He kissed her hand real quick before heading over to go eat. Julieta chuckled in amusement.
"He's in good spirits. Maybe he just needed a nap. What can I get you for breakfast, mija?"
"I uhm. Would actually just like some tea."
"Oh of course! I have this new tea that tastes EXACTLY like mangos-"
"No. I mean. The tea Dolores takes. The one she makes sure to have it after she hangs out with Mariano."
She seemed confused, before she gasped, hands over her mouth.
"Oh! Oh. You and Donovan?"
"Last night. Yeah. I can tell you that, right?"
"Oh of course! I'm just. Surprised. Oh my girl is growing up! Now, I'll make you a tea. Let's just not tell your father-"
"Tell me what?"
"Ay Agustín."
She sighed as Agustín seemed to pop out of nowhere. She held onto her husband's hands.
"I'm going to tell you something. I need you to not make a scene. Alright?"
"Okay, scaring me, but I'm following."
Luisa looked at her with worry, before she continued.
"Luisa is taking those tea's now. You know, the birth control one. Because her and Donovan are...starting to have sex."
Julieta winced as Agustín's fingers gripped into her hands. She hoped that cracking sound wasn't as bad as it sounded. Luisa shrunk a bit at her father's disbelief.
"Dad, I AM an adult. I CAN do these things. Are you...mad?"
"Not mad. Just. Surprised. And scared. And I might throw up. But I'm fine. Totally fine. You are an adult. Long as it was consensual and safe. I...Julie help me sit down."
Luisa winced as Agustín needed help taking a seat. But upon hearing Donovan yell that her mom's coffee was 'fucking bitchin', she realized she wouldn't take it back.
Not with her prince.
#not transformers#encanto#lemon#asks#this took so long holy shit#but yeah there we go#Luisa feels love#and Agustín is about to pass out
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Do you and me for the duo bingo thing <3 (thisisajokethisisajokeplsdeargoddonot) UHHHH... hm. I'm so torn between giving you a duo you hate just to hear you rant about it for 3 and a half pages and giving you one you love for the exact same reason. I have a few I'd like to hear your Thoughts on since you're the smartest person in the world so just pick whichever you want. Or none of them if you're not feeling like it <3
1. Claude + Sylvain (because I would like to be converted)
2. Sukeroku + Kikuhiko from SGRS (because we never did talk about them)
3. Shinsou + Kaminari (because I think you'd be so funny about this)
4. Spider-Man + Human Torch (for the Spideytorch truthers <333)
5. Naruto + Sasuke (because I'm curious about your thoughts on THE OG shounen pair. I feel like you'd either not give a shit about them or have some surprisingly deep thoughts)
That's all I got for now. Have fun!! Or don't. I can't tell if these are good duos or not.
okay we're gonna cover this from LEAST to say to MOST to say
I'd do anything to reverse time and kill Sukeroku and ensure Kikuhiko never met that fucking man. The devil. I'd end him myself. SUKEKIKU - 0/10 for breaking my heart but 10/10 for pure narrative.
I can't talk about Claude and Sylvain here. You'd surely kill me. Maybe a separate post when I know for sure you won't leave me after I disrespect your Blue Lions. CLAUDEVAIN - 100/10. PERFECT AMAZING EVERYTHING I LOOK FOR IN A WAR DEATH AND CHESS SIMULATOR. My golden deer boys for life who are normal and not at all traumatized.
Spiderman is so fine and I like him so so much so honestly, I'm just projecting onto Torch. I know shit nothing concrete about either of them I just know Peter Parker is a freak and Torch is like, really into it. I know nothing about it. SPIDEYTORCH- 7/10 Merely for the interest of it all, I'd kill Torch for the chance at Spider-man.
Kaminari is the most annoying mf alive I really do not like any character in Class 1-A like I really really do not. I really hate him. I hate him even more because he is insistently put with Shinsou as a means to demean my darling monomami meow. It's fucked I don't like it. More than that, the dude is uninteresting. Electric powers that are as weak as his? That dopy fucking look on his face when he does any one thing and is now incapacitated? Awesome fucking guy. freak. I think Shinsou can do better. In fact, I think Shinshou and any class 1-A member is a match made in hell. Boo. SHINKIMI - 0/10 boring mfs such a loss. Better blondes at the ready what a waste of a perfectly good purple-themed character. Wasteful
I actually know very little about Naruto and Sasuke because I found the two of them deeply uninteresting in their constant interactions with each other. Naruto is cool but Sasuke is a bitch I don't fuck with him at all. I could talk longer about Naruto and his failure as a compelling main character and why rock lee should replace him for longer than I could anything about these two fake deep boys. I do fully believe that in canon they are madly in love and deeply obsessed with each other. Unhealthily. That's entertaining. SASUNARU - 0/10 personal opinion but idk 10/10 for canon romance representation compared to the other assholes on this list.
We are kissing rn actually romance personified so uh we top all this bullshit we won. amen PEPFRE - 1000000000/10. It almost sounds like my name how silly how meow win... love us
#the funnies#silly answers silly thoughts#The worst characters on earth and my thoughts on them#I won't tag the ships because Im not an ass but like#yeah
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live blogging my reactions to the first new ninjago episode because the people at lego are madmen and i just woke up (yes, at noon) and suddenly the new episodes dropped so
likely spoilers and also bad spelling cause im typing fast
warnign reallllly long post
bombs, nice
wait are those the ninja or the other people from the trailer
why does that guy have a glowing sword lol
DID THAT GUY JUST GET CUT IN HALF WITH A SWORD???? moving up in the age range I see, ninjago.
im literally only 45 seconds in
goddamn i think theyre supposed to be unconsious but half of those guys must be dead or something man
damn bad lady kinda hot
hehe rainbow ninja
yep not my ninja
“the new ninja” really i never noticed
purple guy kinda sounds like a kid i really hope its Nelson ahh I want Nelson back
orange may be Skylor
I’m lowkey kinda hoping they’re all old characters and not new ones, but like maybe one new one would be cool
“look out, o r a n g e n i n j a “ dude why did blue sound like a automated machine for a second
“remember: ninja always keep trying” THIS SOUNDS LIKE THE NINJA ARE TRYING TO FIGHT COPYRIGHT LAWS OR SOMETHING OH MY
IS THIS LIKE A COMMERCIAL OR SOMETHING
oh my god these new ninja are getting on my nerves
yay the monestary!!
aw the crooked picture of jay and nya :(
ooh Jay doing the voiceover, although he sounds really sad :(
god god god I almost forgot Kirby is voicing Cole anymore :(( New guy is good though
“What?!” hell yeah cole get those posers
it’s been a year?!!!
Zane sounds to broken down
oh no he turned off his emotion meter :((((
I like Cole’s new voice but every time he speaks I just get reminded that it’ll never be the same as Kirby
Cole just trying to pull together the team again- god I love him hes such a good leader and I can’t even go into it rn but he’s just a fantastically written character.
YES THE TEAMS GETTING BACK TOGETHER
wait- hello?? a training place with Kai’s logo outside??
IS THAT KAI’S VOICE?? no way
IT IS OMG
OHMYGODDD KAI IS A TEACHER AW THATS SO CUTE
THOSE KIDS ARE SO CUTE OMG
OMGGGG
okay hes a little harsh but thats just Kai man
he has a cutout of Kalmaar for the kids to destroy:(
you can tell he’s angry and beating himself up over Nya’s death :(
Benthomar is gone to rule, I guess that’s good but I was hoping to see him more
sjskfhsh Kai can’t handle kindergarteners, I feel that
Kai would rather fight criminals than deal with little kids I shjfhsj
ah yes Lloyd the subway worker
or i guess- window washer
“HEY BUDDY HOWS IT GOIN :D”
Lloyd sounds so broken down also nooo my baby :((((
we knew someday lloyd would break and this is that day,
“come on, what happened to ninja nev-” “DONT, OKAY. Just dont.”
Lloyd is literally one of my highest comfort characters and we always saw him get back up, knowing someday he wouldn’t, but just seeing him so low is hard, he’s been through literally so much but the lego team never let him show that, and now they are.
oh no Jay’s coming up I can’t do this
“what happened to your face?” “time... ravenges us all” oh so Jays gone insane again
is he at the lighthouse??? I cant tell
“why are there half full water glasses everywhere?” “...so I can talk to nya.” ok ninjago fandom, we had lots to say about Jay visiting the water and “talking” to nya last year, hOW we feeling about it now
“Nya the guys are here” i’m sOBBING
“I think the cheese slide off Jay’s cracker” it was never there but thanks Kai
They all sound older :((((
I still want more development with Kai’s grief
LLOYD
“Nya wouldn’t want us to quit. if she say us like this, she’d kick our butts and tell us to get back to work.” IM SO HAPPY AND SO SAD
SKGISFVIKWIBFO he jusT RIPPED FUCKING BEARD OFF SKOHLKDGYFVUV SO MUCH FOR US FREAKING OUT OVER THE TRAILER
YES MY BOYS ARE BACKK TOGETHER
I was gonna do more episodes but this was long enough so
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