#i’m tagging it bc. will loves so clearly in this one it kills me a little
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“Oh, gods.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Oh, gods.”
Nico scowls, wrenching just eyes away from Will’s poorly-covered grin and shaking shoulders.
It’s not that bad. It isn’t.
Sure, the complete lack of lighting except Greek fire torches makes the cabin look like a little piece of the Underworld, right here on the surface. But that’s comforting. Honestly. Nico knows the Underworld. It’s — familiar.
And, yeah. It would, probably, be pertinent to have some furniture, or something. At least somewhere for him to store his clothes, because he has more than one set of those now, and maybe a shelf, or something. And, admittedly, the obsidian altar could take up a little less space than it currently does.
But it’s not that bad.
“Are those. Coffin shaped beds.”
The tone of Will’s voice is unlike he’s ever heard it. He turns back to face him, slowly, and finds him biting his fist, hard, every muscle of his body tense as live wire.
“I was twelve godsdamn years old,” Nico snaps. “Forgive me if interior design wasn’t my passion.”
Solace loses it.
In his defense, not that Nico is too worried about defending him, he does appear to try very hard to not lose it. When the first giggle slips out of his lips, he clamps his jaw shut tighter. When his whole body begins to shake with the force of repressing his laughter, he curls inward, as if making himself smaller might reduce the chance of a lapse in control.
But then he glances back inside and looks, really looks, at the dreary, stone walls, the lone skeletons standing guard, and the plush, teakwood black coffin bunk beds, and he collapses to the floor.
“I’m going to open a chasm beneath you,” Nico threatens. “You are going to fall and crack your spine into a million pieces on the bank of the Styx, rotting there with every other forgotten hope.”
“You are a Black Parade lyric personified,” Will wheezes.
Nico doesn’t know what that means, so he kicks him. Unfortunately, he only laughs harder.
“I mean it, Solace. It’s a long way down to the Underworld. You will spend the entire fall petrified with the knowledge that nothing can save you.”
For added effect, Nico makes the floor under the medic’s body shake, makes the tip of a skeleton hand peek out from the earth.
Ironically, this stops Will’s laughter, but not for the reason Nico was aiming for.
“Hey!” A bright blue flipflop-clad foot darts out and collides With Nico’s ankle, sending him sprawling. “I said no spooky magic for the next two months! Put that skeleton away!”
“Fuck off, Solace! It’s barely half a bone! You are so annoying!”
“That’s my specialty.” Will pushes himself upright. He waits until Nico sits up, too, so he can catch his eye before his face splits into a dazzling grin. Actual sparkles seem to flicker beside his face. “And you are ever so easy to annoy.”
Nico stares, unimpressed.
“Anyways.” Will coughs. “You can’t stay here, Neeks —”
“Don’t call me that.”
“— it’s straight-up too depressing.” He peers inside. “It’s also cold, and, like…borderline unliveable? So. As your doctor, I can’t allow it.”
“You’re a medic,” Nico says, raising an eyebrow, “first of all, not a doctor. Second of all, you can’t tell me what to do. Third of all — where am I supposed to sleep? The woods?”
“Hm. Good question.”
Will gets to his feet, brushing the dirt off his shorts and offering Nico a hand. After a second of hesitation, he takes it, allowing Will to haul him up.
“C’mon!”
Nico snatches his hand away, face burning. (Gods. Why does Will have to be so…touchy-feely? And why does it always do weird things to Nico’s stomach?) But it hardly takes a look over Will’s shoulder before Nico’s feet are following after him, without his permission.
“Where are we going?”
“Well, my dad’s kind of a hoe,” Will says matter-of-factly. Nico chokes. Will’s grin widens. “And our cabin was built with that in mind. I know we’ve got an extra bunk or two for ya. Hurry up!”
This…cannot be allowed. Nico doesn’t have a ton of Camp Half-Blood experience, or anything, but as far as he knows, Hermes is the only cabin that can really do that. He doesn’t want to incur the wrath of Apollo, or whatever, by staying in his cabin uninvited.
Well. Will’s inviting him, technically. And there’s a confidence to his offer, like maybe this isn’t the first time he’s done it.
“What if I don’t want to live in your stupid sunshine-y cabin,” Nico grumbles, trying to cover up his nerves. “Holding hands and singing about how much I love being alive isn’t really my cup of tea.”
Will snorts. “Oh, di Angelo,” he says dramatically, shaking his head, “you are in for a world of discovery. Welcome to the Cabin Apollo. Take your shoes off at the door and remember that Kayla bites.”
———
Living in the Apollo cabin is strange.
Four days in, and Nico is only just starting to get used to it. He’s not entirely unused to sharing space with people — he’s had two sisters — but the Apollo kids argue like they enjoy doing it. One minute, Will and Kayla will be screaming at each other at the top of their lungs about touching each other’s shit, then they’re teaming up to pull Gracie off Yan’s face for the exact same argument, only now they offer sage advice on respecting boundaries and compromising. It’s bizarre.
(Austin is pretty chill, actually. Nico has noticed him starting quite a few fights — it was he, in fact, who moved Will’s shit and then gracefully framed Kayla — but he has a very powerful eyebrow raise and a very powerful image as Unproblematic. He has quickly become Nico’s favourite.)
He’s only just barely beginning to understand how they work together, and the struggle comes in because everything is so chaotic. When Nico spent time with Hazel in New Rome, she was in the barracks. He never really had to worry about squabbling over counter space in the bathroom with her, because she had her own little toiletry caddie like everyone else, and bathrooms were public. With Bianca — well. There’s no one alive who knows this about her, but she was bossy. She was sweet and wonderful and self-sacrificing and brave and kind and the centre of Nico’s life, but by the gods, did she take her authority as a big sister seriously. She ordered Nico around all the time. He never had to worry much about when he would have the chance to use the bathroom they shared at the Lotus, or who got the T.V. remote, or who go to sit on the bus instead of standing, because he was not the one deciding. He could stick his tongue out and whine all he wanted, but she was boss. He knew that.
The Apollo kids are not like that.
As well as Nico can figure, it’s kind of a free-for-all. You want first shower? Either wake up the earliest — a strategy only Will every manages to employ with any success — or manage to jab an elbow in someone’s rib and sprint. You want whoever’s humming to shut the hell up so you can sleep? Make sure your threats are quick and believable, or just straight up start throwing shit until they finally stop. You want the coveted middle of the bench spot at breakfast? Well, tough shit on that one, actually. Nico has yet to make that one happen for himself.
He won’t admit it, but he has kind of learned to enjoy it. It’s annoying, and the Apollo siblings do indeed sing at all hours of the day (although the content usually skews more towards diss tracks and delighted insults, if not straight-up curses), and it is so godsdamn bright in there, seriously, is it a gimmick or what, but there’s something to be said about the fact that he’s so surrounded by people and chaos that he hasn’t even had the chance to feel lonely. Not even at night, panting to himself after a nasty nightmare, because all it takes is a particularly loud snore from Will one bunk down to remember where he is. To remember that he’s safe — by demigod standards, at least.
But, still.
He kind of misses his privacy.
“Will,” he whispers urgently, on his fifteenth day of rooming with the Apollo weirdos.
The medic hums noncommittally, attention very focused on the test tube in front of him. Nico has been fighting the urge to try and launch a piece of dust inside it for forty minutes, just to make him explode.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Sounds good, Nico.”
Nico narrows his eyes. “You’re ignoring me.”
“Uh-huh. Agreed.”
“I can say anything I want right now.”
“Sure. Maybe double check with Austin.”
“…I’m going to put a colony of ants in your pillowcase.”
“Good idea.”
“Then I’m going to douse your hair products in gasoline and set them aflame.”
“Baller.”
“After that I’m gonna read your super secret diary to the entirety of camp at singalong tonight.”
“You betcha.”
“And then I’m going to shadow travel to Russia.”
Will blinks, frowning. “Hey, no shadow-travelling. What’s this I hear about shadow-travelling?”
Nico rolls his eyes. “Nothing, stupid. You were just ignoring me.”
Will smiles guiltily. “Aw, I’m sorry, Neeks. Got focused on this. I’m finished in twenty, then I’m all yours?”
“…Don’t call me Neeks,” Nico grumbles, furious with himself for how quick he’s relented under wide blue puppy-dog eyes.
“Sorry, Neeks.”
Huffing at Will’s quiet laughter, Nico slides off the nurse’s station counter and wanders around the empty infirmary. Things have luckily finally cooled down in here, nearly three weeks after the end of the Giant War. Some of the exhaustion has faded from Will’s features now that he’s had time to sleep properly.
Not that Nico has noticed, or anything.
“Okay,” Will says a few minutes later, holding his hands up protectively in front of his geeky little setup. “I just gotta do this last step, so long as I calculated it right, it should be fine…” He squeezes a drop of something into the liquid bubbling over the burner, freezing immediately. One, two, three seconds pass and nothing happens, so Will relaxes, sighing in relief and turning to face Nico fully. “Okay, we’re good. What was it you wanted to —”
The text tube contents explode in his face, dousing him in slimey green goo.
Nico bursts out laughing.
“Great,” Will says darkly, swiping the stuff from his eyes. “The one day I don’t wear goggles. Great.”
Nico gasps, sides aching. “Oh my gods —”
“Feel free to help, di Angelo.”
“— you look like a cartoon! Your face!”
It takes Will twelve cloths and seven whole minutes to clean himself and the nurse’s station off of the goo. Nico cackles at him the whole time, and tastefully does not mention the many globs of goo that remain caked in his hair.
“Whenever you’re done.”
Will is very, very bad at being stern when he doesn’t really mean it. And he doesn’t really mean it now, because every time he tries to glare at Nico, his mouth twitches.
“I’m good,” Nico finally wheezes, forcing his face back to normal. “I’m good, I’m good.”
He very pointedly does not look at Will’s hair.
“Dick,” Will huffs, fondness bleeding into his tone. “What did you want?”
He must notice the change in tone at his asking, because he clears the bench fully, hoisting himself on top of it and patting the spot next to him. Nico hesitates for half a second, then crawls up, sitting criss cross applesauce, knees touching.
“I need to move back to my cabin,” he manages, finally.
Will’s face betrays no judgement or emotion. “Oh?”
“Yes.” He picks at a loose thread in his jeans. “I need — space.”
The thread loosens, allowing Nico to tug on it. A hole begins to unravel along the seam as he pulls and pulls and pulls. He stops himself before it gets too wide, tearing the thread off and winding it around his fingers.
“I can tell everyone to tone it down,” Will offers softly, eyebrows creased. “We’ll be more quiet, we’ll —”
Nico places a hand on his knee, cutting off his sentence. “It’s not about that, I promise. You guys have been great.”
A wounded look still pulls at Will’s strong features, as much as he visibly tries to pull his face back to something more supportive. “It’s not?”
“No, no. It’s just —” He frowns, trying to articulate the tangled mess of his thoughts. “I have my own cabin.”
“So?”
“And I can’t stay in yours forever.”
“I mean, you could.”
“Chiron’s been giving me looks, Will.”
“So what! I’ll — write you a doctor’s note, or something!”
Nico snorts. “A doctor’s note letting me sleep in your cabin?”
Will nods fervently, although he seems to acknowledge the ridiculousness of his suggestion, if the grin on his face is any indication. “Yes! For medical reasons, you know.” He mimes writing. “‘Patient’s cabin is dank and sad. To avoid bouts of misery, patient must sleep in the presence of the coolest and best and prettiest and most uplifting people in camp.’”
“Hm. Not sure Chiron’s gonna buy that last part. Not sure I buy that last part, actually.”
“Hey.”
Nico dodges Will’s shove, chuckling.
“Seriously, though, Will. This was never a long term solution, right?”
“I know. You’re cabin just — sucks so bad, man. No offense.”
“I take great offense to that, actually. My cabin is art.”
“Sure, Eddie Cullen.”
“I don’t know who that is, so that’s a horrible insult.”
“Travesty, honestly.”
Outside the open infirmary windows, Nico can hear distant, triumphant screaming, laughter, and the clang of metal. Today’s a good day. The weather’s balmier than usual, for late August, and some of the gloom that’s hung over everyone’s head for the bast few weeks seems to have lifted.
“You can’t go back to your cabin like it is,” Will says into the silence, startling Nico, “but —” he grins when Nico begins to protest, holding up his hand. “We can definitely change it up.”
He slides off the bench, botching his landing and almost sprawling on the floor. He holds a dramatic hand out to Nico when he rights himself. Nico ignores it, rolling his eyes and getting to his feet by himself.
“C’mon,” Will says, grabbing his hand anyway. Sparks shoot up Nico’s arm. “We need to go ask Chiron for the van keys and approximately five hundred dollars.”
———
Three hours is too fucking long to be in a vehicle. Especially when Will is driving, because all he does is play nonstop country music and let everybody cut in front of him.
“I’m driving us back,” Nico informs him as they (finally) get out of the stupid van, snatching the keys from his hands.
Will shrugs. “Sure.”
Nico had expected more of a fight, honestly. But he supposes neither of them are legally allowed to drive, age-wise, and besides, Nico technically has seventy years of driving experience on Will.
(…The Lotus had a racetrack.
Nico was very, very good at it.)
“What is this place, anyway?”
“This place,” Will says grandly, throwing an arm over his shoulders, “is essentially the mortal version of the Labyrinth, minus, you know, the soul-sucking terror.”
“Okay. All that’s telling me is that you have horrible ideas and we should leave immediately.”
Will rolls his eyes. “It’s a furniture store.”
“Well, then —” he punches Will’s shoulder, huffing when he only laughs. “Say that, then!”
“But then what would I do with all the drama in my heart?”
“Choke on it, hopefully!”
Ikea is weird.
Since Will did not tell him what the plan was, he didn’t draw up any plans. Luckily, Will has the dimensions of his cabin — although where he got them, Nico does not ask — so they spend an hour or so in the cafe drawing out a plan.
“You need more than two beds, Neeks.”
“Uh, no I don’t. Unless my father has something very important to announce to me, I need a bed for me, and a bed for Hazel.”
“What if I want to sleep over?”
“You can sleep on the porch.”
Mostly, they wander around the sets. Nico isn’t really sure what he wants his cabin to look like — he has to remind himself that yes, actually, he cares about the space he’ll be spending at least the next three years of his life in. It’s a startling reality, to have control over his own space. He must’ve had some say in his childhood bedroom, but he has no memory of it. He spent the most time in his and Bianca’s room at the Lotus, but that was already furnished when they got there, and besides, it only felt like they were there for less than a year. It always felt like a hotel room, never his room. Westminster was no different. His room in his father’s palace had already been designed, too. In fact he’d based his cabin on it.
What does Nico want his bedroom to look like, without someone else deciding for him?
“I’m not getting a fucking Lightning McQueen bed, Solace.”
“But it would be so sick! And look — it’s got little cubbies!”
“I’m going to ditch you, and shadow travel back to camp,” Nico threatens. “And I have the van keys, so you’ll be stuck here for real.”
“Hey, hey, hey.” Will looks at him sternly, hands on hips. “No shadow travelling for you, Death Breath. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t fade into nothing on my watch.”
“I’m joking,” Nico says, exasperated, but cannot deny the warmth that fills him up at Will’s concern.
In the end, he decides on a pretty normal bed. It’s bigger than Will’s bunk (“Or anyone else’s bed,” Will grumbles, “you lucky asshole.”), but not ridiculously designed. He picks a similar size for Hazel, only the frame is white, not black, and the bedspread that comes with it is a soft, coral pink that he knows she will like.
“Wanna see if they’ve got a Mythomagic bedspread for yours?” Will teases.
That would be the coolest thing ever in the entire world, Nico thinks, and is so embarrassed that he shoves Will, shrieking, into a giant basket of pillows for making him think it.
“Obviously I don’t want that.”
“You are such a turd! I’ll get you, di Angelo!”
He does not. Nico is way too sneaky for him, and after the fifth time Nico manages to give him the slip, he gives up, sulking in a display for a bedroom of a nine year old girl.
“Fitting,” Nico teases, gesturing to the princess wallpaper. “You drama queen.”
“Buzz off.”
Next, they look for furniture. It’s pretty easy — Nico doesn’t need much, and he’s not too concern with cut or style or anything. He quickly picks out two dressers, one to match Hazel’s bed frame, and one to match his, and then a couple bookshelves.
Four hours into their trip, Nico is exhausted. They have a three hour drive ahead of them, they’ve been out all day, and he wants to go home.
But Will stops him before they go get all the boxes for their furniture.
“This is still pretty bare bones,” he says quietly, then grins at his own accidental pun. Nico shoots him a venomous look, warning him against making it more obvious, and for once he actually listens. “You know, we’re still under budget. We’ve got around $200 left — we can get a motel, stay the night, then we don’t have to drive back right away. And tomorrow, maybe we can check out some other stores, look for smaller decorations and stuff. And if we don’t have to drive back tonight, we’ve maybe got another hour in here, if you wanted to get a couple more pieces.”
Nico opens his mouth to refuse — that’s way too much effort to spend on one person’s cabin, c’mon — then pauses, thinking about it.
Chiron hadn’t even thought about it before handing them the money. Will had barely gotten the words out before he’d started counting out the bills.
“I want you to make a home here,” the centaur had said, touching his hand. There was a pain in his kind eyes, stopping any protests. “I made a mistake, Nico, the first time you came here. In another life, you felt welcome enough to stay the whole time. Take what you need.”
What does he need? What does home look like, to him?
“There was a beanbag chair, in our room at the Lotus,” he says, pushing the words past the lump in his throat. “Me and Bianca used to fight over it.” His voice shakes. A tear gathers at the corner of his eye, and he blinks it back. “It wasn’t real fighting. When I called mercy she’d — scoop me up and throw me on it and squish in after me, and we’d sit together and play video games. Or read. She liked to read.”
Will squeezes his trembling hands. “We can get a beanbag chair.”
“And I — don’t like the blackout curtains. The dark makes me think of — the pit.”
“Okay. They sell lotsa lamps here, too. Might be nicer than the Greek fire.”
Nico nods. There’s — more, far more ideas, now, flooding his brain; Hazel crowding over him on a rug-covered floor, shrieking as he teases her about Frank; a desk tucked in the corner where Will sits, mouthing along to his textbooks as Nico sharpens his sword; Jason running his fingers along rows of books on a big, cluttered shelf; Reyna with her fist curled around her mouth, studying a chess board across from him, hair shining under the natural light from the window.
He can have that. He can have that.
Thankfully, all their stuff fits in the back of the van. Despite his insistence earlier, Nico hands Will the keys, and he drives around until he finds a shitty motel with a vacancy sign flashing out front. He pulls into the farthest corner of the parking lot, killing the engine, then waits.
“You okay?”
Nico shrugs. “I’m…not sure.”
“That’s okay,” Will assures, pressing a fleeting touch to his shoulder. Nico grabs his wrist before he moves away, tugging down his hand and linking their fingers together.
For once, it doesn’t make him feel all sparky. The warmth of Will’s hands is grounding, and so is the gentle squeeze, the smile he feels pointed in his direction.
“C’mon. Let’s check in and sleep, huh?”
Nico’s exhaustion compounds in the walk from the car to the lobby, so by the time Will is speaking quietly to the host, he’s half asleep, leaning on Will’s shoulder. He vaguely feels it when Will shifts his weight, sliding a hand around his waist to hold him better. He blinks and they’re standing in front of a door.
“Almost there, Death Boy,” he murmurs. “Hold on a sec.”
It takes him six separate tries to make the keycard work. He gets huffy when Nico snickers tiredly at him.
“Finally, yeesh.”
He guides Nico in, dropping the backpack he brought somewhere near the door. As soon as the bed is within Nico’s sights, he makes a beeline, barely remembering to shuck his shoes and jacket.
“Please do not sleep in your jeans.”
“Mmmfuck off,” Nico groans, already sliding under the covers. He’ll regret it in the morning, but whatever.
“Goober.” Callused hands brush through his hair, resting lightly on his forehead. “Goodnight, Nico.”
Nico’s out before he can even think to respond.
———
He wakes up, in the middle of the night, scream caught in his throat and heart pounding in his ears. The air smells like smoke and fear. The rushing of the Phlegethon is so loud it’s overpowering.
A loud snore knocks him back to reality.
Crawling desperately towards the source of the sound, he hangs over the bed, eyes adjusting rapidly to the dark to see a curled lump on the floor, head resting on his own hands. A quick glance behind him confirms the other half of the bed has been left untouched.
“Stupid,” he mumbles, tiny smile chasing away the last of his fear.
He tugs the blankets off the mattress, pulls off the two pillows, and joins his dumbass, selfless friend on the floor.
———
“Question,” Will asks, swallowing the last of their disgustingly delicious greasefest of a breakfast. “Were you alive when Walmart was invented?”
“I was alive before your great grandmother was.”
“No, I mean — were you out and kickin’. Have you strolled the endless aisles of corporate soullessness, basking in the wonder of American overconsumerism?”
“…You’re such a weird, particular person.”
Will looks delighted. “You’re a Walmart newbie!”
He pulls into the dead, cracked parking lot way too happily for this hour in the morning. Nico would even say he takes the nearest exit to get to the store gleefully. He is embarrassed for him.
Walmart is…underwhelming.
As stupid as it is, Will had hyped it up so much that Nico was almost a little excited. It just looked like any other basic superstore. Will, for whatever reason, seemed delighted by that fact.
“I do not like this store,” he explained when Nico asked, expression not matching his words, “it just means so very much to me that you are joining me in the misery of having experienced it.”
They spend more time than they mean to just dicking around. At one point they nearly get thrown out by management, because Will finds a pair of NERF guns that some child dug out of its packaging and no words need to be spoken. They gear up and scamper off, hunting each other through fluorescent-lights hell.
“Please just get your shit and leave,” says the very tired looking manager, and they have the good gall to at least appear embarrassed as they mumble, “Yes, ma’am.”
It doesn’t take long when they have their head on straight. They get some fairy lights, a couple cool posters, dorky little trinkets that Nico probably doesn’t need, per se, but what was he supposed to do, leave the little plastic crow skeleton behind?
Unlikely.
With his own money, Will buys several cans of paint and a CD. He explains neither of these purchases. The look on his face gets steadily more infuriating as they make their way through the line, and Nico really, truly considers leaving him behind.
The purchase of the CD becomes very obvious very quickly. Even though Nico is driving, and therefore Nico should get music control, Will pouts and pleads until Nico gives in and lets him play his stupid country album. He justifies his decision in his own brain by noticing the radiance of Will’s smile as he belts out the words, badly, at the top of his lungs. He then spends the rest of the drive back to camp convincing himself not to be embarrassed for having said thoughts.
They get back to camp about lunch time, and Will destroys any attempt for a subtle reentry by whistling the second they cross the property line.
“Austin! Kayla!” he hollers, making Nico jump. “Come help us unload!”
“We coulda done it ourselves,” Nico grumbles.
Will pats his head condescendingly. “It has been twenty-four long, long hours since I’ve bosses my siblings around, Neeks. I need this.”
It does go by quite a bit quicker with Austin and Kayla’s help. Lou Ellen, Cecil, Yan, and Gracie come to help, too, but Gracie’s too little to carry much more than a small desk lamp. Instead, they lay down the biggest box — Nico’s bed frame — and let her climb on top of it, carrying her like she’s a queen atop a throne back to Nico’s cabin. She has the time of her life, giggling to herself like a madwoman.
By the time everything’s unloaded, a couple hours have passed, and the Hades cabin looks like a clusterfuck.
“Maybe you stay in Apollo a couple more nights,” Will suggests.
“Might have to,” Nico agrees. Will looks inordinately pleased with himself.
All in all, it takes about two days to disassemble the old furniture, get rid of it, and start putting together the new stuff. Will helps for most of it, but he has a few shifts in the infirmary, so Nico ends up trying to do a fair bit on his own.
“May the wrath of Zeus come down upon this fucking piece of shit, no good, poorly designed garbage-looking idiotic mother fuc —”
“Maybe time for a break from furniture assembling?” suggests a voice, accompanied by a quick knock in the open door. Will leans on the doorframe, grinning, box propped up on his hip.
“Will, thank the gods,” Nico sighs, relieved. He angrily shakes a tool in his direction. “Allen wrenches are fucking useless. I’m three seconds away from throwing this through the window.”
“Definitely time for a switch, then.”
Will’s smile is wide and crinkles his eyes. He’s got dimples, too, Nico is now noticing, and then very rapidly un-noticing then because gods above that is a dangerous path.
“Did you and Rachel get into another prank war?” he asks, praying the flush on his cheeks goes away.
Will glances down at his paint-spattered clothes. “Nah, this is just my painting outfit. Why ruin more than one set of clothes, you know?” He sets down the box in the middle of the room, then heads for the half-built furniture sprawled all throughout the cabin, tugging it all towards the middle. Nico inches towards the box, curious, and finds it full of dozens of paint cans and brushes, including the ones he got at Walmart.
“I didn’t know you painted.”
He flashes another grin in Nico’s direction. This one has a little mischief to it, a little teasing. His stomach swoops.
“Gotta have at least one artistic talent or my dad would disown me. Help me tape down this tarp, will you?”
It takes them twenty minutes to prep the room, protecting the floor and the furniture. Once everything is ready, Will jogs over to the CD player he gave Nico a few days ago, flicking through the stack of CDs and choosing one at random. Soft opera music begins to float around the cabin.
“Okay,” he begins, clapping his hands, “first we need a base coat. Get the white paint and the rollers.”
It takes them the rest of the day, painting until dinner, then waiting past sunset for it to dry. Nico follows Will back to his cabin that night — he wouldn’t let him sleep around the paint fumes — and the two of them return the next morning, re-donning their paint-spattered clothes. Will braids his hair, this time, tucking the little pigtails behind a kerchief. It makes Nico smile every time he looks at him.
As much as he’s in painting clothes, Nico doesn’t really do much of the painting. He stays in the centre of the room, half assembling furniture, half watching Will bring his walls to life with more colours than he’s ever seen in one place.
Will doesn’t ask what Nico wants him to paint in his murals. Instead, Nico watches as the streets of Venice begin to unfold on one of the walls, bright and blue and exactly as he remembers, even though he knows for a fact Will has never been. The shining fruit of his stepmother’s garden is next, with a notable absence of the pomegranate tree, and then the hills of New Rome, the sunflower field in rural New York Nico used to visit, the Chinese mountainscape from the first big shadow travelling jump he ever made. Even the poplar forests of the Underworld, looking much kinder and livelier in Will’s rendition than in real life, with Mrs. O’Leary and Cerberus chasing each other through the flickering leaves. Beautiful, colourful, breathtaking scenes; Nico’s favourite places, Nico’s many homes.
“I get a lot of dreams,” Will admits, dragging a smear of rich purple near the ceiling. “You’re in a lot of them. These are the places you’re smiling, the most.”
“They’re beautiful, Will.” Nico’s throat is drier than any desert he’s ever been to. “Gods, they’re more beautiful here than they are in real life.”
“Liar,” Will teases, although his smile is shy.
Nico has never seen him smile like that. He’s seen a lot more of Will in these past few days, actually; his softness, his kindness, his love.
He has only knows Will for a little over a month, he thinks. But Will loves him. That much is obvious.
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
His eyes are still trained on his work. He is on his tiptoes on a step stool, one leg extended precariously, tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth. The curve of his brush is careful, meticulous. Only the best for his friends, for Nico. That’s Will.
“Hey,” Nico says again, more urgently. He steps forward, wrapping his fingers around his wrist.
“Just a sec, Neeks, as soon as I’m done we can —”
Nico pulls until he loses his balance, falling into Nico’s arms. He stares into wide, blue blue eyes, for one second, two, then presses their lips together. Will’s squeak of surprise is swallowed by his mouth, hands sliding up his arms to cup his face, tilting his head to the side.
“Oh,” he sighs, eyelashes ticking Nico’s cheeks as they flutter close. “Oh.”
He melts into Nico’s hold. There’s a thunk and a crinkle as his paintbrush falls from his loose fingers, splattering onto the tarp, and paint-wet hands tangle into his hair. Nico finds he doesn’t mind.
“You love me,” he murmurs in between breaths, lips brushing Will’s with every word.
“Yes,” Will breathes. He kisses Nico again, and again. “A lot.”
“Good.” He’s not sure if it’s the paint fumes making him lightheaded, or the odd, slightly uncomfortable position, or the intoxicating, delirious feel of Will’s warm skin. He’s not sure if he cares. “Good.”
It’s not quite an I-love-you-too. The words won’t form on his tongue, so instead he tightens his hold, sending them that way, and presses closer, closer, closer.
Will smiles into the kiss.
He understands just fine.
#i could write an essay about how i think they’re dynamic would be immediately post three days in the infirmary#also i fit SO MANY of my personal headcanons in here hell yeah#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#nico di angelo#will solace#solangelo#nico/will#will/nico#gently falling in love#love#i’m tagging it bc. will loves so clearly in this one it kills me a little#fic#my writing#longpost
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# sanemi shinazugawa
tags : gn!reader, angst, mention of blood, death, crying, tengen makes an appearance bc if i don’t include him i can’t function properly, 1.2k words, the first half is proofread while the other not so um lol.
a/n : i told you yesterday i was in angsty mood, so here is the whole piece hehe. hope you enjoy (and don’t come at me ofc) <3
you have known sanemi shinazugawa for two years now. you admired him, as he became the wind hashira, but it also made you feel intimidated by him. you noticed that he somehow became even more hotheaded, getting angry easily. but that didn’t changed your feelings for him.
masachika explained to you, time ago, that sanemi lost his whole family due to a demon, and you couldn’t blame his hatred towards them.
“shinazugawa-san!” you ran to him, able to catch up to him. “we’re assigned to the same mission,” you smiled at him. “there’s nothing to be happy about, if i’m here too that means that the demon could be one of the twelve kizuki.”
his answer made your smile falter, as you caught up what he truly meant. your rank, as that of your companions, was too low and he had to tag along to make sure that said demon would get eliminated.
“uh…” you sighed deeply and tried to ease up the tension. “i’m glad you’re here! i’m sure we will do an amazing work, just like the old times,” you nodded to yourself. sanemi glanced at you and scoffed. “i don’t even remember your name,” he spat and started walking faster, surpassing you.
you slowed down and felt a strange feeling in your chest, his words were as sharp as a knife. why did he treated you so coldly?
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“shinazugawa will love these,” you murmured as you held the ohagi close to your chest. you knew they were his favourite, so you were positive that could help you develop a good relationship with him.
you were lucky to spot him talking with another pillar, so you slowly walked towards him and bowed respectfully. you knew the guy he was speaking to, it was the sound hashira.
“g-good evening shinazugawa-san, uzui-san,” you greeted respectfully, your cheeks heated up a bit when you noticed both of them staring at you. uzui offered you a kind smile, shinazugawa on the other hand stared at you with the usual coldness in his eyes.
“what do you want?” he spat, clearly annoyed. uzui hit his shoulder, silently scolding him for his rudeness. sanemi simply rolled his eyes.
“i uh… i came to give you these,” you offered him the ohagi you made for him, gulping down your nervousness. he stared at them for a moment before taking them, his expression the same. “good… i’ll probably feed them to the dogs,” he added, not even looking at your face.
well that hurt. you tried to hide your disappointment, simply bowing and offering another smile. uzui glanced down at you sympathetically, before turning to sanemi.
“the fuck was that, man?” he scolded him once you were out of earshot. “mind your fucking business,” he muttered, staring down at the plate. “you didn’t even say thank you, and what bullshit was that?” tengen was disappointed with his behaviour.
“that’s what i have to do, alright?!” he spat, angrily, before walking away. tengen watched him leave, wondering what his friend was talking about.
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you gave up on gifting sanemi stuff, stopped cooking for him, stopped approaching him. well, you did tried one last time.
“i noticed your haori was damaged during the last battle, so i–” sanemi abruptly interrupted you and snatched his haori from your hands, his annoyance clear. “stop it, dammit! you’re so annoying. always around me like a damn fly, give up already! i don’t like your presence, i hate having you around.”
at first you didn’t noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks, but sanemi sure did. “i-i just thought that–” he interrupted you once again, making you flinch back. “i don’t need your kindness or any shit like that. you’re here to kill demons, no? then focus on that, dumbass!” his eyes were full of hatred, he was staring at you with such disgust you wanted to disappear completely.
you left the room without saying anything else, it would only make it even more embarrassing for you.
sanemi sighed and gripped the sheets with his fist, looking down at the haori you fixed for him. he then turned to look out of the window, lying down on the bed. “i don’t deserve it,” he whispered to himself.
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as time passed, you and sanemi happened to be sent on the same missions often. but it didn’t bothered you as long as there were other slayers too.
you actually encountered a demon of the twelve kizuki, and you learned that sanemi was right. you rank was in fact too low.
you fought till the very end, before he had to take matters into his hands. you fell on your knees as sanemi appeared in front of you, you felt exhausted and breathless, you simply stared at him fighting.
the battle ended rather quickly, as he took advantage of his marechi blood. you watched in awe as the demon quickly disintegrated not too far as sanemi cleaned his katana. he turned to you and his eyes widened.
“shit– don’t move alright?!” he was quickly in front of you, making you gasp. “is there a prob–” you started coughing, spitting blood. oh.
you started feeling a growing pain coming from your stomach as you noticed in horror there was a large wound, and too much blood was gushing out of it.
“shi-shina–” sanemi interrupted you, clearly worried and nervous. “just shut up, okay? try to uh– do you know how to– fuck!” sanemi’s mind was filled with numerous thoughts all at once, making him even more stressed about the whole situation.
he caught you in his arms before you could hit the ground, getting stained with your blood. you felt so bad for it, it was all your fault after all.
“i-i’m so sorry…” you whispered, feeling more and more tired. your vision starting to blur. “the kakushi will be there soon… just hold on!” his hand cupped your cheek, trying to keep you awake. “i’m sorry for upsetting you so much… i just wanted to…” you were speaking no sense to him, as he tried to cover the wound with his haori, as if trying to stop the bleeding even though it was useless. “stop talking!” he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself.
“i wanted you to feel loved,” you were able to whisper, silently pleading for his eyes to look at you. you wanted to look at them for the last time. “it’s okay…” you tried to comfort him. sanemi turned to your face and you saw tears streaming down his face. “it’s okay, ‘nemi…” sanemi watched the life leave your body, your now empty eyes stared back at his face.
“i can’t lose you too, please! i’m begging the gods, please don’t take them away from me!” he screamed into the night, desperately holding you to his chest. “i am the monster! take me, take my life instead!!” tears fell on your blood stained face, as sanemi shakes both from anger and sorrow.
he failed once again. he couldn’t protect something very dear to him. he tried so bad to push you away so you wouldn’t get hurt, he didn’t wanted you around because everyone who got too close to him ended up dead. but it happened again.
“forgive me…” he cried as his forehead rested on yours, his eyes squeezed shut as he trembled, still holding you. “please, forgive me.”
reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3
#📂 — writing !!#sanemi shinazugawa x reader#sanemi shinazugawa x you#sanemi shinazugawa x y/n#sanemi shinazugawa drabble#sanemi shinazugawa blurb#sanemi shinazugawa imagine#sanemi shinazugawa one shot#sanemi shinazugawa fanfic#kny sanemi#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba fanfic#demon slayer#demon slayer fanfic
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steve harrington x ex!friend reader
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reader has some resentment from basically being ditched from steve, around the time when they just started freshmen year, which steve is completely oblivious about and has no idea of doing that. which makes him confused and he tries to apologizes to reader abt it haha ,, season 5 concept maybe- reader helps stevie with some problems and tags along with the squad to help kill vecna 😼
genre// angst hurt/comfort(?)
reader is also um….afro latina bc i said so haha (i love morenas ong….)))
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steve harrington. king steve is what most of the high school jerks would call him. practically kissing his ass just because of how much of a cool dude he is for being a total dick. i have to say it but glamorizing big huge dicks like steve sure was the fun of all things
steve harrington and (y/n) (l/n) we’re and unluckily pair. never to be seen before in highschool. because no one knew. even steve the “hair” harrington forgot about it.
middle school was where the two of you were a pair that couldn’t ever be separated. no matter what happened, it was unlike you two to be torn apart. steve would always treat me like a friend. someone that he could talk to and vent about his parents to. i of course listened, because it’s what he would’ve done for me. middle school was where our problems slowly started.
to be fair—i’ve always loved steve. yes. the beautify dark skinned girl from the quiet town set in no-where in indiana. was inlove. with the popular cool rich kid steve harrington. every single girl that would pass by the pair in middle school would always talk badly about them.
“why is steve with her? i bet she smells terrible.”
“she’s so hairy on her arms.”
“i bet she’s only friends with him for his money.”
those were the things kids in hawkins middle school would say about you two. but steve didn’t care, and neither did you. you were too busy focusing on what type of activities you’d both do after school.
my parents loved steve. maybe more then me at some point. steve really preferred coming over your house because of how much your mother would spoil him. telling him to eat nearly the entire dinner when he was so close to throwing up.
steve’s parents however. they didn’t really like me that much. and i’m not surprised. it’s the 80s what more could they expect. brown girls weren’t really common in indiana. you’d be lucky to even be in a neighborhood full of good people.
some nights you’d stay and sleepover at steve’s house. his parents trusted him to that extent. but his father was still concerned about what you might do.
one night. you heard steve’s father whispering about you to steve’s mom. the door to steve’s room was open just a little. a small crack of light entering the dark room. steve had a bunkbed and called dips on the top bunk before you could make a choice. but you didn’t mind, it beats sleeping on the floor like most sleepovers you’ve had.
as you rest, you over hear the conversation his parents share about you.
“steve is going to get himself mixed with those people. he’s already friends with one of them. i bet she’s doing this for money..or..or drugs!” his father said in a hushed tone
“don’t say that now. she’s a good girl. and she treats our stevie so well. why would she do that.”
“i can tell the way she looks around the house. it’s almost like she’s planning something. have you seen the news, honey? those damn colombians and mexicans…”
“that’s enough out of you. she’s a child! and our son has trust in her. so trust the decision our son makes.”
his mother finished and it got quiet for a moment before the light shut off. you could only stay and think about the things they said. it’s nothing you haven’t heard of before. but it was a different pain. it made you overthink, and maybe it was best that this should be your last time sleeping here every again. you’re clearly not welcome. that was the longest you’ve stayed crying in bed.
as soon as you both finished middle school and started your freshmen year. the two of you began to lose touch. of one another.
“steve! where were you? i thought we were gonna go watch superman together.”
steve shut his locker and turned to look at you. he looked like shit. he definitely went to some party and got drunk.
“huh? superman huh. shit- i-i forgot. something came up and my friends wanted to like.. hang out.”
“but. you were the on that planned the whole hang out? ..and you chickened out on your own plan?”
“well i’m sorry. i had better stuff to do.”
“better stuff to do? wow. i see how it is. i bet that better stuff was getting your knob wet.”
you began walking away. unbelievable. was all you could think of. steve grabs your arm and stops you from walking away from the situation.
“hey hey. that’s not what happened. we just- drank is all—no girls.”
“no girls my ass. we’re they pretty at least? i bet they were the perfect things you’ve ever seen, huh.”
“what the hells your problem? look, just because i hang out with different people, doesn’t make it the end of the world, alright? i’m still friends with you.”
“are you really? or are you starting to catch on to the things your “pals” are saying about me.”
“what are you talking about?”
“i see the way you look at me. you look at me with disgust. it’s different now, it’s like you can’t stand being associated with me.”
he shook his head and rested both his hand on his forehead and let out a deep breath.
“and what if thats what it was about? what if they’re right. what if you are just a druggie from out of town trying to get close to me just to take my money?”
everyone was watching all of this unfold, whispering and gossiping about you. you couldn’t believe him. the only real friend you ever had said these things about you. and you trusted him. all your life. for it to only mean nothing.
“you know what. i thought you were different from the racist assholes in this town. clearly i’m wrong. you’re the same as them. and to think.. that you actually cared about me. to think steve would see me the same way he sees any other “normal” girl.”
you stayed strong. trying your best to stay strong and have that small self respect keep you alive. steve had nothing to say. there was nothing to say. and from that day on. the two of you haven’t said a thing. you wouldn’t even bat an eye. even when you’ve reached your junior year. steve looks at you with regret, not knowing what else to say to you when he sees you. you don’t care. at least you pretend you don’t care, but inside you miss that same boy.
you missed that boy that would wait after school to walk you home after getting extra work done in your class. you missed that boy that would stick up for you and take a few punches for you. you missed that boy that would share his lunch with you when you brought nothing. you missed steve harrington.
(present time now ^_^ !)
steve needed your help. you were a genius. of course he needed your help. but you were really doing this for the cute weird kids of hawkins.
“so everything you’ve faced against was in dnd?”
“yeah! kind of..” dustin finished
“well.. why don’t you try to think of what might happen next? didn’t nancy say a big red monster was gonna attack hawkins or something?”
“yeah.” the boys said in unison.
“so why don’t you research on your dnd thing and maybe plan ahead, this game clearly has a relation to all the shit you’ve been facing. it only makes sense. you just need a head start.”
after you finished. everyone seem to have caught on and began scrambling through your entire nerd collection. the only one that couldn’t seem to be looking for clues and relations to this thing was no other then.. steve.
he took this chance to speak to you in private. whispering to you and asking to talk to you in a more.. quiet place.
you shut the door to your room quietly and stand against the hallway wall and glared at him while looks at you with those soft brown eyes.
“so what’s up?”
“look (y/n), i wanna say. thank you. thank you for helping us. even if it isn’t major- it seems to be getting us through it, especially during this time—“
“—no problem. is there anything else you wanna say?”
he took a deep breath and moved a strand of hair from his face aside.
“i did some pretty cruel shit to you in our freshman year. i put gum in your hair. i called you names which were just awful. i was really immature. but after some maturing, i realized how awful i was. and how bad i treated you which you didn’t deserve since everything about you was never true. we’ve been through so much before, and i don’t ever want to put you through that again. and i’m sorry.”
“i appreciate the apology, stevie. just one thing, i don’t forgive you.”
“but i said i was sorry?”
“yeah, and i don’t forgive you. people can change and stuff but, you can’t change the pain that was left there. you don’t understand betrayal and heart break. because that never happened to you, because you had friends. and i didn’t.”
“that’s the thing- i understand you now because i’ve been through the same thing too.”
“no! you don’t understand. you don’t know what it’s like to have loved someone secretly. to only have your heart and soul be stabbed and lied to.”
you realized what you said and quickly stopped talking and looked away, trying to cover your face.
“wait wait wait. you- you love me? all this time?”
“no. i don’t. i shouldn’t. you don’t deserve to be loved by me, what you did to me is unforgivable. and i hate you for it.”
he tries holding you, stoping you from cowering away from him.
“that’s okay if you hate me. i’d hate me too if i that happened to me. but, i’m sorry. i really am. but i’ve struggled trying to find what i wanted. to maybe look to other girls that could fit that piece that i wanted. to realize, you’re all i ever wanted. all i could ever need.”
you were flabbergasted, you really were. you couldn’t help but realize your tears were running over your cheek, and down your chin.
“i always loved playing mommy and daddy when we were kids. it always felt like..like the real feeling. the feeling i’ve always dreamed of having. but it’s stupid. it’s stupid knowing that i couldn’t have that. it was stupid of me for thinking i could ever have a chance with someone, knowing that i was different and not..perfect.”
“(y/n). you being yourself is what’s perfect to me. you opening up to me right now is just- wow. i never thought you’d have it in you. don’t think i’d ever leave you because i- i wanna stay. i’m gonna stay with you.”
“you’re not- you’re not gonna leave me? you don’t think i look different?”
“you look perfect. just as perfect as the day i lost you.”
you were crying. your inner child is resting easy now. being held against steve- your first love, was all you could ask for.
his lips kissed the top of your head, holding you tightly against his chest, the only thing you could hear was his soft breathing and heart beating. everything was perfect. your body fit so well against his.. it’s almost as if. you were made for him, as he was made for you.
it may have been the end of the world maybe but, you’re happy to at least have short moments sharing it with steve harrington. you felt distracted, but it was a good distraction. right now you didn’t have a care in the world of what people might think of you. or what people might think of the two of you.
(edit: changed the song to this bc it just fit hehe..)
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#afro latina reader#stranger things#stranger things scenarios#stranger things s5#steve harrington angst#friends to more#Spotify
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if i’m allowed to speak on it, this will be tagged as infinite wealth spoilers. Just wanted to talk about how they handled kiryu on here and see if anyone else agrees with me. I know some of my mutuals on twitter do but I want to actually have an open discussion with others on it.
After chapter 7, when Yamai beats the shit out Kiryu and kidnaps him, I feel like the story took a turn for the worst. They clearly put no care into this game’s story at all, especially Kiryu’s part and it was really disappointing to me as Kiryu is probably my favorite character of all time. I personally saw no point in Yamai kidnapping him and then actually not doing anything to him, it felt contradictory, not to say characters can’t be but it felt like there was almost no consequence for it or it wasn’t meant to have an impact on you to begin with. They make you stressed out (at least I was) over what could potentially happen to him and did nothing with it. Kiryu’s bucket list was filled with shit that wasn’t even important. I don’t need to know that Kiryu went to a Poppo on Nakimichi St. at 7:57 am and bought a fucking bento. Maybe make space for shit that actually matters like his children or his relationship with the Jimas. Instead of having Kiryu spend what could be his last months with Ichiban’s friends (i love his interactions with Zhao and his relationship with Seonhee aside from the flirting don’t get me wrong), he should’ve had his party be the people who impacted his life the most. Haruka could have literally been the idol class. She could’ve fought alongside him even to his protest. They used a bunch of heat actions for Kiryu’s skills and could’ve done the same for the Jimas. The Jimas were literally just added into the game for exposition and a boss fight. Daigo seemed to be the only one who was expressive about Kiryu having cancer, Majima and Saejima didn’t even fucking care? Majima who waited ten years for Kiryu to get out of prison so he could train him to be better? Majima who got in the way of one of his subordinates to take a stabbing for Kiryu because he insisted he belonged to him and only he could kill him? Kiryu trusting Majima to the point where he would rather talk to him first than outright assume he betrayed him in 3. Kiryu having a breakdown thinking Majima was dead and almost broke his cover to seek revenge on his killer in 5. There’s way more I can get into but not caring that Kiryu has cancer? Only one sentence on the matter and that’s that? They want to convince us Kiryu and Majima never cared for one another and it feels insulting to us who actually value Majima and Kiryu’s relationship as friends (shipping aside) bc Kiryu and Majima both trust each other with their lives. Saejima and Kiryu also trust each other and have a friendship and it’s like Saejima might as well have not even been there cause he said next to nothing.
I would’ve been happier about him seeing Taichi had I not known he literally only sees him. Not even a single one of his other children does he see besides a scene I mention later on in the post.
Ichiban telling him he deserved to live for only about 2.5 seconds.. was that supposed to make me sad? Or cry? Sure I got teary eyed but they did not even give us enough time to sit with what Ichiban was saying for me to feel as emotionally impacted as I thought I would. Then Kiryu calling him pathetic for being embarrassed about what happened with Saeko? Like seriously? Kiryu may not be super expressive naturally but calling Ichiban pathetic for being rightfully embarrassed felt wrong.
Was Kiryu supposed to develop as a character in this game at all? Everyone keeps telling him that he shouldn’t take things on alone and that he should rest and then at the boss fight with Ebina he’s like I have to do this alone and Zhao and Saeko have to tell him this fucking bullshit again? As someone who can relate to Kiryu in many avenues (feeling like a burden, feeling like he needs to do things on his own instead of ask for help, feels like even the smallest things are my fault even when they aren’t), it felt like his development in this game was scarce to none then rushed right at the end for some villain who literally did nothing all fucking game. Am I supposed to care about Kiryu telling Ebina all this fucking bullshit? The only thing in that speech that made me teary eyed was Kiryu crying, not even what he was saying because I dont care about Ebina enough to waste tears on him cause he was so irrelevant in game.
And the icing on the cake, the final scene. Haruka and Haruto pull up and Kiryu isn’t even there, he’s in chemo and we get a scene of him just saying his actual name again. Not a single fucking interaction with Haruka or Haruto. No, I’m sorry for abandoning you guys I should’ve never done that. One of the, if not, MOST, important relationship in Kiryu’s fucking life, gets not a single fucking interaction. I literally cried because I was so fucking upset we couldn’t even get that. Like seeing the way they dealt with Kiryu in this game.. I feel like I got fucking shot in the chest (no need to be so dramatic). This was supposed to be a send off to Kiryu? After 3,5, and 6 being a send off? Like how many fucking send offs can you possibly fucking give Kiryu? If I knew this was going to happen I would’ve rather they just killed him off of tetanus like Dean Winchester.
It sucks knowing the journey I spent with Kiryu during all the fucking games I played ended up with so much disappointment. I woild literally wake up mad almost every day after chapter 7. It was that serious for me. There were other things besides Kiryu’s side of things that really upset me (the entirety of the Tatara Channel subplot, the mini games with Ichiban ended up being SA’d because a man being SA’d is funny apparently, Hanawa’s death, Seonhee being one of the first women (besides Daigo’s mom) in the game who’s a cool mafia boss for only half her bond interactions to be flirting with fucking Kiryu, them implying she is into women and then doing literally nothing with it, Saeko’s drink links revolving around some irrelevant man who asked to marry her when she got mad at Ichiban at the start of the game for that, to the point of ghosting him, Zhao and Joongi being complete fucking after thoughts, especially Joongi.. Zhao and Ichiban do not interact in the game at all whatsoever, only one plot related sentence). I fell in love with Kiryu for a reason in Yakuza 0. From going to 0 to possibly one of the worst send offs in any game I’ve ever seen; is fucking heartbreaking. I really hope they mean it this time because I cannot sit through another game with Kiryu in it unless he isn’t at peace with his children, where he is truly happiest. Please leave Kiryu alone and let him go.
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Chum Liveblog - Chapter 1
So i already read this chapter but will read it again bc it fucks. Go read Chum by @reachartwork if you like baby superheroes with weird powers. Mute the tag #chum liveblog if you arent interested! I might also move this to my main @bugbeee if people prefer that
1) the writing style draws me in immediately since the way the narrator (Sam) thinks and talks is so very reminiscent of my own adhd riddled brain. The way she notices one thing before immediately moving to the next detail is just. Chefs kiss
2) the tapa tapa tapa does something to my hindbrain. Like literary asmr.
3) god Sam's awkwardness and hesitance about her accident combined with her bluntness is so fucking good
4) SHARK TEETH SHARK TEETH SHARK TEETH
5) SHARK TEETH WITH DRAWBACKS HOT DAMN
6) “I didn’t get any gills though, which would’ve been cool. I can’t breathe underwater. But I think I can swallow salt water, but that’s kind of a sh- kind of a poopy superpower so you don’t need to write that one down. Don’t write that one down, please?” I would die for you Sam
7) god the author is so good at writing the livewire nervousness that accompanies the MC. Like the little details of bouncing knees and flexing hands that she grabs to stop, the tapping and moving- i love you so much for this
8) her mom taught her the word austere :)
9) ohhh she's got those bruce the shark powers (sniffing blood)
10) god her asking if the officer needs her friends contact numbers like the fbi shes just a KID
11) ohoho JLUMA??? desperate to know the acronym meaning for that. Its something shes applied for and its a license so hmmm [thinky face]
12) the way she gets annoyed over her parents gushing over her its so teenager i love her. Also she did so good at her bat mitzvah :)
13) "Once I get my license, does that mean I can go out and start biting people? Not that I plan to do that, I’m just wondering.” Yeah does she know i would die for her???
14) sam says acab fuck yeah
15) Officer Gold shrugs his shoulders and opens the front door, clearly also trying to escape the situation like I am. “Well, who knows. A supe just got elected to City Council. Maybe you’ll be the first superhuman senator if you stay in school and focus on your studies?” Oh that is a fucking gorgeous piece of foreshadowing/world building. Frothing at the mouth rn
16) THE CATEGORIES time to toss the worm categories out of my brain
17) breakdown of her powers a la government dossier! God its fascinating to see how its classified and seen in this world
18) AND WE HAVE AN ACRONYM MEANING 'Juvenile License to Utilize Metahuman Abilities' holy shit theres so much unsaid in that. When did it come about, how, whats its scope (which was briefly touched upon) etc. i cannot WAIT
19) bad dream/flashback? Its written so well and sams commentary of it feels real. "The situation is fucked beyond repair. I think I’m allowed to say that now."
20) oh my fucking god. "I hope I don’t die right now, because thinking about my parents being sad at my funeral makes me sad, but also, I hope I do die, because if I have to live one more second with this kind of pain I’m going to kill myself, myself." Author. Author. Who gave you the RIGHT to hit me like that
21) her realisation about why shes in so much pain, seeing her grandpa screaming through the water, the fishing metaphors- aughhhhhhhh
22) god i love the continued mention of words her mom has taught her its just. So fucking real of her
Conclusion: holy fucking shit what an absolute BANGER of a first chapter. I am hooked. I am printing this out and eating it. Thank you author for writing this, I will read more tomorrow
#chum liveblog#bug talks#bug blogs#chum#AUFHHHHH DEAD DEAD DEAD#if the author publishes this im getting dibs
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Murder Made Us Do It
Part Twelve: A History On Cults
When a killer targeting couples manages to avoid both the Justice League and the Devil Fugitives, the two “enemies” decide to work together to bring him down. How do you catch a killer targeting couples? You bait him with couples. It couldn’t go wrong, right?
TW WARNINGS: Mentions of child abuse, death, human experimentation, kidnapping, electroshock therapy, phycological abuse, phycological horror, gunshot wounds, autopsies, bullet removal, shrapnel removal, animal abuse, organs outside of the body, starvation, forced iv, blood.
Probably over tagged but I figured better safe than sorry. Anyways idk how much I like this but its good enough! I hope those of you ok with reading it like it!
SUMMARIZED VERSION WITHOUT ALL THE TRIGGERS
ALSO, if you like it pls comment or reblog with your thoughts bc i would love to hear them :D
“I really hate to have to be the one to say it… But ever since we cut contact, Matchmaker hasn’t shown up, we’ve all been feeling like we’re being watched, and we keep hearing about these people with smiley face masks. Something is going on and the only people who knew all the details are Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Jacob and ourselves. The onl-” Alistair looked ready to cry.
“And the only one who wouldn’t face direct problems from it would be Jacob.” Ry finished for him.
“But he took us in, helped us learn how to function in society, got us therapy and countless other things. Why would he do something like this?” It didn’t make sense, why would he put so much effort into helping the three of you while helping the other side.
“The biggest question is who’s he helpi-” A hand clamped over your mouth and held you down, within seconds Ali and Ry were pinned as well. A familiar weight was clamped over your neck and the pain that came with it was just as bad as you remembered.
“No! Please! I promise I’ll be good!” You begged the man in the white coat. “I promise! I’ll sit still and I won’t hurt anyone I’m not supposed to! Just please don’t put the collar on! It hurts so much!” He hadn’t listened and the power restraining collar had been forced on despite your begging.
You were pulled from your memories when you were lifted up after being securely cuffed. Jacob stood up front, talking with one of the old scientists you thought had been killed. He glanced over and smirked. His eyes didn’t hold the warmth you were used to. It was like he was someone else entirely.
“Get them in the van. Make sure no one notices.”
Why couldn’t nice things last.
Tim looked down at his phone when it pinged. Alistair. A soft smile grew on his face and the rest of the family grinned to themselves. It was cute and good blackmail material.
“What’d your boyfriend say?”
“It’s just a location. Their hou-” He was cut off by the sound of Jason’s phone. Ry judging by the look on his face. He stepped away to answer before coming back and putting it on speaker. It sounded like Trash. The chatter was clearly a racoon and he sounded upset.
“The SOS.” Dick looked sick.
“What.” Bruce stood up.
“Y/n told me that they have a three part SOS and that the order they would come in would be Alistair, Ry, and then her. But her part was just a bunch of numbers and a book-” He typed through his phone before showing them a screenshot with a series of numbers.
“That's a safe code.”
“We need to go now!”
The entire group moved fast, getting into costume before getting into vehicles and speeding away. Within record time they were entering the house. Everything looked normal until two disturbed animals came running in. Trash waved them in while Appa started moving further into the house.
They were led to a bookshelf that Trash scaled until he reached one book and tugged, looking back at the group. Damian stepped forward.
“A history of Cults?” He reached out and grabbed the book to pull it out but it only went so far before it stopped and they heard a click. Appa yowled from her spot on the ground, front paws up on the bookshelf and almost mimicking pushing it. Steph moved to help the cat and the bookshelf moved easily revealing a safe. The safe’s door was ripped off and it was empty.
“They go-” Appa yowled, interrupting Bruce and turning their eyes down to where Trash was acting something out.
“Behind it!” Jason moved and started inspecting the safe, Tim joining him. “Here. Pull!” The safe was moved and under it was another safe. “The code!” Dick put in the code and the door opened. He pulled out three files and a notebook. On the front of the books, in all caps, READ IN A SECURE LOCATION! Back to the Batcave, this time, they called the rest of the league to join them.
“Why are we here?”
“The three from Devil’s Fugitives. Ghost, Cryptic, and Hacker have been kidnapped. We don’t know why or by who but they left us everything to get into their safe where we pulled these.” Bruce set the files and the notebook on the table. “We’re going to go over them and see if we can get any information off of them.”
“Ok, why is Dick holding a cat and a raccoon clinging to Jason?”
“They’re the girl’s pets.”
The first file was scanned in and within seconds the first page was pulled up.
Subject 404
It was Alistair’s judging by his ability listed. The reality of how bad it was, slowly started sinking in. They all saw the signs of past trauma, wasted as the three refused to explain things they had asked about, how how they all had weird habits that seemed off. But they never would have realized the full extent.
They hadn’t even gotten past the first page with the training plan. Just the training plan. But it was horrific. The detailed daily schedule consisted of electroshock therapy, whatever the hell fear training was, 6 hours of training daily, then an additional 4 hours of mental training as well as a whole slew of other things they didn’t want to figure out.
The second page was worse. It was the scientist's notes. While it was all important and all extremely twisted, a few things stood out to them.
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Today pain training went well, the subject barely flinched when he was shot. Tomorrow we’ll try multiple shots.
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The subject is starting to settle down. He’s not trying to make friends anymore and he’s going quietly when the guards go get him.
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The subject is showing signs of fear towards rats. Tomorrow he’ll go through fear training and will be locked in a cage with them until he’s no longer afraid.
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Today we introduced the subject to another to compare compatibility.
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The subject seems to be working well with Subject 532.
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The Subject and Subject 532 will be introduced to the third.
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Subjects 404, 532, and 673 have been introduced and started training together. Its only a matter of time before our goals are completed.
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The subjects seem to be getting too friendly. He was put down.
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During Subject 404’s autopsy, 31 bullets, 45 shrapnel, and 392 foreign items were removed. They’re currently in the process of fixing the broken bones, once that’s complete we’ll move onto the enhanced Lazurus pit injections we created.
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The injection was just inserted into the subject's heart. Now it’s a waiting game
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The subject’s heart has started beating on its own.
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One of the side effects seems to be a change in blood color, It's now a dark turquoise.
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The first training session since the revival has revealed an increase of physical abilities.
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The subjects are still too close. When a guard tried to separate them, he was killed without hesitation. They’re getting stronger, we’re getting closer.
The only sound in the cave was Tim’s sobs. It was horrific. No one wanted to move onto the other files but they had too. They needed a clue as to where they would be.
The Next file was labeled Subject 532. It was Ry’s. The first page was basically the same, all the normal information a doctors office would have and then another horrible schedule plan. The Rest of the file was notes, and they braced themselves for the worst.
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Subject 532 is doing well with the fear training. It only takes an hour for her to get over most fears.
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The subject is still overly friendly with others but that could work as a cover so we’re letting it slide for now.
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We’ve found a good punishment for the subject since meals weren’t enough leverage. Give her punishments to the animals she trains with and she’ll break.
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The subject was introduced to a potential teammate. Subject 404. We’re not sure how it will go yet.
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The two subjects seem to be working well together. We’ll adjust their training to match
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A Third subject will be introduced. It’s earlier than planned but we’re progressing well.
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The first training with the third is going well. They’ve seemed to click well. Training will be adjusted again
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The subject has gotten too close with the others. We were afraid of this. Subject 532 has been terminated.
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Subject 532’s autopsy went well. All foreign objects were removed and bones and organs were patched up. Her organs will be placed in the body and the Enhanced Lazarus Pit serum will be injected tomorrow
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The Subject's heart has started beating. It’s estimated she’ll be back up in less than a week
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There's been a change in blood color as well as a few other vitals.
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The first training session went well. The subject is showing signs of advanced physical abilities and increased aggression. More testing will be needed to find the limit
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The subjects are still too close. When separation is mentioned around them they go ballistic. Its only a matter of time before they’re too strong for any chains mankind can create
Jason looked sick, between crying and screaming. No one could blame him. The things they read in the last hour were horrible. No one should have to go through anything like that. They continued on.
Subject #673
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Starvation training is going good. It’s been 6 days since her last meal and she hasn’t broken yet.
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The subject seems to be avoiding others, that's good for now
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The subject refused to drink anything again today. We’ll have to use an IV
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The subject is doing well with most of her training. She’s being prepared for her introduction with the other two subjects.
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The subject wasn’t working well with the other two until a little into the session. They’ll be good together
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Training has been adjusted to better match the three of them. However the subjects appear to be getting too close.
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As feared, the subjects became too close to each other. Subject 673 was killed.
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The subject was autopsied and put back together with the Enhanced Lazarus Pit liquid injected into her heart at the end.
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Her vitals are returning to normal and she should be ready to go soon. Her blood has started to change color.
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The first training session has revealed an increase in physical ability. This will do wonders for our goal.
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The subject has started showing signs of increased hostility, right now sh-
It abruptly cut off and blood could be seen at the bottom of the paper. There was nothing to help there. Just a list and descriptions of the horrors the three went through. That left their only hope in the notebook.
The three boys had seen enough, they had spent the last 7 months getting closer to them only to have them ripped from them and then shown the horrors the three had grown up with. But they needed to find them. They needed to save them. And they needed information for that
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@bottomlessabyssposts @andiwriteordie ok ive tagged my pjo ppl.
Guys. Guysguysguys. I’ve had this, like, long-running headcanon that Bianca is in Tartarus. Idk. Could be totally batshit. Do you ever look at a character who’s not exactly problematic in canon but other people don’t UNDERSTAND or APPRECIATE them enough and if they could just see the character from your perspective they’d see that actually they’ve never done anything wrong in their lives ever? (Couldn’t be me w/Mike, because Mike has never done anything wrong in his life ever, he is a smol bean, & i stand by this).
So, for Bianca, in my head, I have a very specific lens I view her through & many, many justifications for her decisions & elaborate headcanons on potential powers, etc, based on canon. & like. Miss Girl wanted to Live Her Life, & also she Loved Her Brother. Would—would it not make sense for her to be the one calling him?
Think about it. Doors of death are open. You need someone to deal with that. How would you get someone to fix it? Who could you get?
Death mist is great & all, because you can’t see ppl. So… if somebody’s already dead…
Would Bianca di Angelo not be a really good choice for this? Espec since Hades has a thing about wanting his kids alive again? & she’s got huntress powers, etc? If she makes it to the doors, she has free reign to slip through them, make her way out. She can come back to life—the way she clearly wanted to, if the whole resurrection thing is to be believed.
She learns about the doors, passes intel along somehow. Intel Nico would later find. But either she spread a lie or Nico makes assumptions—she’s been “reborn” no she fuckin’ hasn’t. But her brother was willing to trade his life for hers when he was eleven (nico telling minos he tried to trade his soul for bianca’s in TBotL & Minos being like your dad doesn’t want you dead dummy kill MY enemy instead)—she’s not going to risk him following her to hell. Better that he doesn’t know where she’s gone—if she can come back to life on her own… well… maybe they could talk then. Fix things.
(He does anyway. He just doesn’t know she was the one to blaze the trail).
No but i have so many elaborate/ridiculous headcanons ab the di angelos that i’m so attached to ive done actual research these are ridiculously fleshed out im so attached to them i canmt. Soon tsats is gonna come and destroy these hc but as long as its a good book i can accept it ig.
But. Ppl were speculating ab maria di angelo being the “voice” calling to nico. & like. Idk i’d love to know ab her & wtf is up w/ that bc i have my Thoughts on the matter but i’d much rather it be bianca.
Forever a bianca di angelo apologist idk i love them sm.
#pjo#pjo/hoo#bianca di angelo#nico di angelo#tsats#the sun and the star#headcanon#pjo headcanon#di angelo headcanons#di angelo family headcanons#idek what this is
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(different anon) i would agree except it does feel like theyre hinting in recent lore that feelings are still there on george's side. we have the moment in quackitys lore where george is standing outside the prison, in georges lore where he tried to break into the prison, georges lore when he confronted dream in his dream and couldnt decide if he would go with him or his friends, and then they ended up killing eachother, although its not what george wanted to happen, and in dreams lore where sapnap mentioned how george missed him. so i dont know where they are going with this and i definitely agree theres no happy ending there but it does feel like there are hints of a set up for some sort of further development of some kind. which is to say i think its definitely possible we will get a tragic dnf ending but eh who knows really.
putting this under the cut bc i already know it’s gonna be long since i love discussing cdnf. also im dropping character tags from here on we know what i’m talking about
i actually do agree with a lot of you’re saying. i think that the conflict in their relationship that arose due to the dethronement is something that has never been properly resolved. they never got a real one on one confrontation (in george’s dream, yes). i do like dnf a lot don’t get me wrong. it’s probably my second favorite dsmp ship to karlnapity even if i have been on a snf/georgexfiances kick lately. this is how i feel about dnf im putting it in bullet points to organize my thoughts better
george loves dream (whether it be platonically or romantically). i don’t think that this is even disputable. i think that it’s very similar to how sapnap sees dream, but with less action and less severely: he loves him and always wants to see the good in him but knows that he isn’t the person that he was anymore. i would say that george doesn’t want dream dead like sapnap does, at least not at this point. i think that he wants things to go back to the way that they used to be but it’s just not feasible. george does miss dream but i think there’s a differentiation in the dream that exists now and the one that he misses. if dnf were to have a future dream would have to change significantly
george resents dream. he knows that the whole spiel dream gave him about dethroning him to protect him was bullshit because 1. dream didn’t ask him if it was what he wanted beforehand and 2. dream immediately showed his cards by going after mexican l’manburg and calling him a baby for feeling upset. george feels used and betrayed in the same way sapnap does but they responded very different. sapnap went in the direction of anger and george went in the direction of apathy. rewatching the stream from jan now, it’s clear that he’s kind of offended that dream is talking to him like nothing happened. i also don’t think he was “conflicted” about joining him. as soon as dream suggests it he makes a face and is like “why would i do that?” george doesn’t want him to destroy kinoko obviously because it’s his home but dream has destroyed his home before with mexican l’manburg and he destroyed the community house which is the home they built together. he does try to deescalate by suggesting they go after tommy’s house but i think he’s also just trying to protect kinoko and keep himself from getting killed.
dreamxd functions as a replacement for dream. i think this one’s obvious. george sees that old version of dream in him and latches on
george struggles to accept that the dream now and the dream he loves are simultaneously the same person but different. he loves the dream from before the dethronement, the dream that cared about his friends instead of power. i think he wants to “fix” dream but dream isn’t someone that wants to be fixed. dream clearly only trusts punz and whatever’s going on with the other side of ranboo and is barreling headfirst toward the same goals as before. george lives in a state of dreaming because when he’s asleep he doesn’t have to face reality and let go. i also think him simultaneously wanting to visit dream and not wanting to go inside stems from a need for closure but a fear of it. he doesn’t want to have to face how much he’s changed. him saying he didn’t know dream took visitors is puzzling to me because i thought he’d know that sapnap went so either he was lying or he just never asked and i think maybe going to the prison would make everything just a bit too real
ultimately, george cares about kinoko. he mentions in his stream that he loves that kinoko has a community. sapnap’s absence from his dream is significant to me because he couldn’t fathom killing him. sapnap is the person who has always protected him and fought for him.
the past can’t be changed. this applies to the early days when their friendship was strong and the betrayal. i think this is something that george struggles to accept. he’s not going to stop loving dream and it’s not going to stop hurting so he falls back on his dreams instead. i think they need to have a confrontation of some sort in the waking world for any of this to be resolved. you’re right: it needs future development if possible, but i feel as if that development may come in the form of dream coming after kinoko if it even happens. i don’t think we’re getting any dteam lore until after s2 starts and i don’t know what s2 entails at all besides a new map LOL
cc!george is very consistent w his character imo. he definitely doesn’t care the dsmp all that much but i think when he’s doing serious lore he is pretty thoughtful about his character’s motivations and emotions. i actually think he’s one of the most consistent characters on the server and a lot of him being misinterpreted stems from the fact that you see most of him in other people’s streams (especially quackity’s)
#this is like my cdnf dissertation.#i love lore discussion when people are civil about it. it's like we're all sitting in one big circle#answered#anonymous#dsmp#my meta#george
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do you think, that hackketts borthers could all have their way with ryan? just curious!!
you mean like all 3 of them, at the same time? or separately? i can see travis & bobby teaming up to mess ryan up, esp if laura killed their parents or idk, they just done playing nice. but either way, whatever the reason might be, i can’t see chris being on board with this. i don’t think, that he would for one see it as ‘morally acceptable’, as much as his own morale is kinda uh…fluid. but then, he also won’t be keen on sharing with his siblings lol.
and like while i love the chapter, where ryan gets chased around by bobby, i can’t see him doing anything non homicidal, unless he’s told to do it. so unless, travis will be there to tell him what to do, it’s very unlikely for bobby to come to this conclusion by himself. like that he can use ryan not only as a knife cushion.
but truth to be told, while i drawn that art, i was like huh, what about an AU, where ryan is kinda stuck with all 3 of them? it could be very interesting, esp considering that there are many ways to terrify and torture a person. not just plain idk stabby / r*pe stuff. and chris supposedly being the only ‘good’ one of the bunch, while in reality being almost as terrible as the other two hackett brothers. if not the worst one. i really love thinking about how far chris can push it, and still manage to lie to himself about his deeds. esp if we imagine, that his parents and kids are dead. it would automatically make ryan the only ‘nice’ thing, that he has left. so to what extent will he go in order to keep it? travis will be the new ‘head’ of the household, and bobby is just, well, a bobby. but with them there, what and how would chris react to some of their suggestions? it will laura & max situation 0.2. can’t let him go, but how long can one keep ryan locked, before smth will happen?
this would have made such a complicated tale. esp bc out of all things, that i ship in horror games, chris hackett is the most UNLIKELY person to kidnap ‘their better half’ and hold them captive. travis was uncomfy with what he was doing (to some degree, at least), but chris will mostly be simply miserable lol. and what will ryan do? how will he navigate this situation? i mean, as much as i love that kid, he wouldn’t have made it, if he was one on one with one person, who clearly wants to gut him (bobby). the other one, who doesn’t care much (travis). and then, someone who he used to trust, but now, doesn’t know what to make of (chris). both ryan and andrew (Little Hope) seem to share a similarity in how almost passive they are, when it comes to danger. and how they don’t seem to possess a lot of will to go on fully on their own. they always need a companion to tag along.
but oh boy, returning to question at hand in more straightforward way, i don’t think, that i will ever write travis / bobby doing anything sexual to ryan, bc i kinda very OTP orienteted person. and i doubt, that chris would have okay-ed it in any fashion. it’s more likely for him to non-con ryan himself, than knowingly allow anyone else do it.
so while, i’m always open to horrible things happening to characters in horror games. and i’m always up to make it even worse for them. i must say, that it doesn’t feel ‘natural’ for me here. mostly, bc of how both chris and ryan are. and then, how chris still has some morale in him, and his care for ryan seems to kinda hold him back more, than once. but like if we consider a set-up, where all of the hacketts beside travis and bobby are dead, and ryan is the only alive counselor, well….it would go VERY, like VERY bad for him then. neither, bobby or travis would give a fuck about keeping him alive for long.
hope, that it anwsered it!
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ALLY. THIS UPDATE?? this may be the best ducklings chapter yet.
you have killed me with this one, and so now must read as I dissect the entire thing -
okay first the jeep thing is not funny but also kinda funny bc i love how dedicated you are to the fact that fictional!matty is a bad driver lol as if he needs more problems
also ‘he pretended not to notice the way that everyone was watching him with varying levels of concern and annoyance’ — this man has zero self worth it KILLS ME.
fictional!matty wanting to people to compliment his new jeans but also god forbid they perceive him and his new jeans PLS i love this man he is so dramatic
the part where he starts to cry and he’s hot and he just wants to rip his shirt off??? the way you depict the overstimulation is so so good i was getting stressed for him lol
he just wants fictional!george :((
also fictional!george is making me big sad bc he just wants fictional!matty??!!! & like he’s obvs trying to give him space but seeing how concerned & distressed he is about it all???? ugh i’m dying i just want them to TALK.
oh and like shoutout to ALL the relationship dynamics in this fic bc they are all so good?? fictional!ross and fictional!jamie are really pulling their weight in the fictional!matty emotional support department right now.
i am so so excited for everyone to be big adults and have big adult conversations so that i can (hopefully) have my super exciting happy fic ending and fictional!matty can have his fictional!george (who he so clearly & desperately wants))
not gonna lie this was kinda the fic i was hoping you would update & once again definitely NOT overhyped. i thank you very much for ur service in keeping the gatty ao3 tag so wonderfully alive & full of new and fun fics and for this wonderful update 🫡
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Hello My Dearest 💌 Anon, Oh how I love receiving your asks and hearing your thoughts on the updates! I hope you are well! I am smiling so hard right now! This was one of my favorite chapters that I've written, and I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed it!
This is the hill I will die on, Fictional!Matty is an awful driver and I am also convinced that IRL Matty isn't the best driver as well
Didn't IRL Matty once say he has a huge ego and no self worth or something along those lines? Regardless I found it painfully relatable and now have to mirror it back onto all of my fictional versions of him
Fictional!Matty is the drama, even when he's trying really hard not to be the drama and also he's really happy with how his butt looks in those jeans alright? He just doesn't want people to ask too many questions 😂
As someone who also tends to get overheated and then panic about it, I'm so happy it came across as authentic!
Fictional!Matty really wants and needs a Fictional!George snuggle - Fictional!George is his person!
Fictional!George is trying to be respectful and let Fictional!Matty take the lead- he's the one going through all the life changes (even though he doesn't even know the half of it!) Fictional!George also feels guilty and like he took advantage of Fictional!Matty - but seeing him pass out on stage was SCARY
I love Fictional!Ross in this so much, he is that support system! It's also fun for me to try and redeem Fictional!Jamie since I know IRL Jamie needs to do better - I had fun exploring the dynamic of the rest of the guys a little bit more in this one :)
Hehe it's all going to blow up in Fictional!Matty's face soon don't worry! 😈
Thank you so much for always sending me the sweetest asks, I so look forward to and love reading your thoughts on my work!! I love writing Gatty so much, and was also concerned that I was over saturating the tag on AO3- so I'm extra happy to hear that you're not sick of me yet!! Thank you so much again for this ask and for reading and just being the loveliest in general! I hope you had the BEST DAY and that the rest of your week is the most wonderful!
❤️Ally
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hi guys do y’all wanna see my rant to my friend bc she posted smth on her status that talked abt hyperfixations and i couldn’t fight the urge to reply? no? welp too bad
(under the cut bc it’s damn long wish i cld write that much for my monday exam)
like wdym you don’t know that in the very very old myths about sirens they were described as having the lower half of a bird and the wings of said bird and they weren’t even found in water at all they could be found literally anywhere in the world and they sang about your deepest desires not just sex so asexuals (me) wouldn’t be exempted from their seduction but over time they got merged with mermaids and now all the depictions of sirens are just hot girls with tails ad singing about sex like they were seducing sailors do you think anyone who‘s stuck on a boat wouldn’t have sex and gay themselves also the odyssey was where the sirens were first mentioned and ody asked what was left of his crew to tie him up to the mast (also the reason one of the artists who draw ody/jesus (this isn’t a ship okay it’s just that wolfy draws them like not together separately of course) didn’t want to draw that one specific part in the odyssey was because we would ‘get horny in the tags’ so yeah) and the rest of the crew has earplugs in and ody wanted to know what the sirens were saying (if you think this is the plot of som it is bc each of the books in the pjo is based on a greek myth which is so cool but i kinda wish that there could be like a pjo x orpheus and eurydice book like the plot of the book based on that myth bc it’s so tragic he looked back too early he missed her she’s a hungry young girl no stranger to the world and he’s working on a song and when it’s done spring will come again) so that’s the reason of that and the sirens were actually singing about him reuniting with his wife and son back in ithica and the only reason why ody was in this mess in the first place was because he fucking revealed his name to polyphemus like buddy you had a good cover i get polites died i get that you’re grieving but this is no time to anger the cyclops reminder that it wouldn’t have happened if you just killed him like athena said so poseidon wouldn’t have left you with forty-six men from your six hundred men not including the twelve that the cyclops killed and i would say that ody deserves it but the butterfly effect is getting a little too big don’t you think like at least epic!ody doesn’t get seduced by circe but calypso is still there at least he tries to be loyal and you know when ody was killing the suitors it’s very dramatic but also he’s naked which is kinda weird like are you trying to turn the suitors gay before you kill them but okay and also circe i love her so much yes she’s done a lot of wrong things but she’s so hot like epic!circe’s voice is so good also hermes is amazing his voice is so good and all the ruthlessness animatics right yeah all of them show poseidon bullying ody which is sad but like that isn’t even the half of it ody i’m sorry also they named the moon rover yk after ody like why are y’all condemning the man to even more places that is very clearly not ithica like come on it’s been more than centuries let the poor man rest with his wife and son in peace also if you edit like i know you don’t but [name redacted for privacy] does i’ll recommend this to her later maybe but i know she was complaining about tiktok audios getting muted but maybe uh try scrounging in the depth of musicals because so many of them have so much potential to be edit audios like i know one from heathers which isn’t really an edit audio or anything but it’s just a bunch of teenagers going ‘holy shit’ like twenty times in the background you should check it out
hey guys look it starts with sirens and ends with heathers the musical!! they’re kinda similar tho bc both have themes of murder
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a fairly informal breakdown of the bob’s burgers movie trailer someone found on snapchat
so a few weeks ago i wrote breakdowns/analysis of the first and second trailers for the movie but last night on reddit i saw someone found a trailer on snapchat that contains some footage i hadn’t seen before!!! so i took screencaps from the bits that were new to me and i’m gonna talk about my observations, theories, and (possible) connections to the other trailers!!
don’t look under the read more if you don’t want to see any pics from the trailer (ik some people like to avoid spoilers entirely), or if you don’t want to load a bunch of images right now (i have way less than i did for the first two since it’s shorter but there’s still a good number of screencaps in this post). also at the bottom of the video there’s a little popup that occludes the lower 20% or so of the picture; i do not control the UI of snapchat.
(also pls dont rb this bc there’s a lot of people on this hellsite that i do not want interacting with me, there’s a reason i didn’t put this post in the main tags, just wanted to get my thoughts out somewhere)
because it’s a snapchat trailer the images are all in portrait instead of landscape, which is a blessing for me not wanting to turn my phone to take caps and a curse because it’s hard to make out what’s happening in a lot of these.
(note: the text in colored bubbles is the dialogue in the trailer)
so as many people would guess (particularly because of the sinkhole) there’s a grand re-re-re-re-opening at some point, likely the end of the movie. also if it’s the end, note that louise is still wearing her bunny ears; her character arc apparently revolves around her thinking about maturity and possibly not wearing them anymore, so i’m assuming she keeps em (which makes sense in both a watsonian and doylist context: louise’s ears are CLEARLY very important to her, they’re her #1 comfort object; they’re also the most iconic part of her design and make her silhouette very unique and also make her look taller which helps visually group her with her siblings around the same height: despite being younger than gene and tina, she hangs out with them all the time and often has a strong grasp on social situations they’re involved in and is generally kind of “wise beyond her years” sometimes which is represented by her having an accessory that makes her look taller
here we see gene in his pajamas, then he jumps up and turns around and is instantly in his rockstar outfit. i’m guessing this is from (an earlier part of) the scene where they’re onstage and then a ufo with robots inside shows up, which i suspect is gene’s imagination b/c gene loves robots and aliens and both are a little too fanciful to appear in the actual setting of bob’s burgers. him instantly changing clothes is also a hint that it’s a dream/fantasy sequence. also note he’s holding his napkin dispenser/spoon contraption, but it’s decorated with stars and lightning bolts which is adorable and also connects to that line in “video killed the gene-io star” when he says he signs his name with 4 lightning bolts, a peace sign, and a yin-yang
here we see linda putting louise’s iconic bunny ears on her head, POSSIBLY for the first time? someone in the comments of the reddit post said it looks like toddler louise. looking at the christmas cards from the credits sequence of “die card or card trying”, that tracks; she’s around this same size in the 4th picture, which is the oldest one where we see her with the hat. i am SO EXCITED to see the story of the ears and why she’s so attached to them
half the reason i took this screencap is because louise’s face is HILARIOUS but also in the background we see a whole bunch of (i believe) small plush toys that are PROBABLY wonder wharf prizes. in the second trailer we see a rack of similar plushies drawn in the same style; they don’t quite resemble the style used for characters and props that are actually animated but now i think that can be chalked up to them being in backgrounds.
bob and linda high-fiving in the bank. hopefully because they’re able to pay off those debts! this is one of the moments i was talking about that’s hard to capture in a screenshot due to being in portrait and not landscape 😔
tina and gene dancing, in what i’m pretty sure is the trailer park musical number. i actually think the trailer park is where a lot of the wonder wharf employees live since its surroundings seem to be in close proximity to wonder wharf and because some of the residents we see dancing in this sequence are also in some of the scenes at wonder wharf proper
near the end of the trailer there’s this very badass sequence of the belcher family in a little seashell car (the same one calvin and felix are driving the kids around in in the first trailer; the lights and hinges on the back are the same and you can see it’s scalloped like a shell in the first trailer) busting through a wall under the dock (it looks like it might be below where the bathrooms are?). this pretty much confirms that they were driving around in under-dock storage at wonder wharf. another interesting detail (that could be completely coincidental) is that the kids are sitting in the same order when bob and linda are driving as they were when calvin and felix were driving: louise is in the middle, with tina on her left hand side and gene on her right hand side. this could mean absolutely nothing but it could also mean these are the same/consecutive scenes and felix and calvin got out of the car, then linda and bob got in the car. (i double-checked to see if the kids ALWAYS sat in that order in the car and it’s not the case: in “bed bob and beyond” they’re sitting in reverse order, while gene is in the middle at the beginning of “it snakes a village”.)
this makes me wonder whether the statue calvin twists the nipples on in the first trailer (what a phrase...and it is entirely accurate to the trailer) is at wonder wharf (i assumed it was at his house because it looks WAY too nice to be at wonder wharf, but it’s a merman which fits the nautical theme) and whether it or the storage has anything to do with the kids falling through a trapdoor in the second trailer
the last bit of new footage in the trailer is a scene of gene and louise surrounded by other kids (probably at school) with a tape, which i SUSPECT is the footage they captured in the scene seen in both trailers where they’re exploring the sinkhole in their pajamas and louise falls in. (in that scene gene wants his gasp to be dramatic which solidifies that it’s the same scene for me.)
note: these caps only cover the new content; there are other bits in this trailer that we’ve seen previously.
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Bro what is going ON with me I’m cracking up lately
#every day the same time I get a huge anxiety spike#I wasn’t even a quarter into a walk with my dogs I was like by the rock wall near the park and I got a splitting migraine#then the awful anxiety came and all the weird intrusive thoughts about being outside alone and what if something happened to me#now I feel like legit sick#ughfhfn.#I’m so paranoid something is slowly killing me and I don’t know it’s happening#which I mean idk I have some reason to worry I have several unidentified masses right next to my goddamn heart#but I’ve been told I shouldn’t be that worried. but I’m still worried? and I don’t know they said I probably don’t need to go back#but they said I should if there’s changes and there’s been a change.#I just I don’t know what I’m doing I’m a big ball of anxiety with no one in my corner but hypervigalence and that guy sucks#constantly I think how much less fucked up I’d be if I had a guardian who loved my unconditionally and like worried about my health lol#I cannot think of a single time my parents were worried about me. like not even in the hospital they were just mad#then that makes me more paranoid because what if I just fell in the creek and tried to call someone for help nobody would probably come#they don’t ever pick up the phone even if I call them several times in a row and it’s clearly an emergency#it’s so terrifying like my cousin attempted suicide once and my uncle saved him bc he knew him well and worried about him#if I decided to do that? dead. no question.#fuck. okay I’m having a panic attack I think#connor talks#I’m going to I don’t know try and chill out but I’m not great at that so#suicide mention in tags
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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader
words: 8.1k words
warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff
summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.
a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3
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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.
It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.
So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.
But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.
Y/N.
So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.
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Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday.
Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.
And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.
However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.
Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?
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Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-
Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.
Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine?
Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.
Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day.
Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.
Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs.
If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin.
That only made his dick harder.
On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.
And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.
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“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”
Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”
A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Pete.”
“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”
Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.
The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.
Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray.
Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.
The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together.
Click.
Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.
But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”
The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.
“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction.
Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.
“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”
A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”
Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization.
“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”
“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”
Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg.
“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”
Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.
“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”
She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”
All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.
Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch.
“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.
Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”
Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else.
Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”
His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”
Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her-
“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”
The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.
“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.
Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.
The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.
“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”
Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where.
“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.
Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?”
The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.
Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body.
“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”
He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches.
“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”
The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.
Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.
“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”
“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh.
“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure.
“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”
Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”
That knocked her into shape real fast.
“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.
“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night.
But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”
He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”
Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”
Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.
“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”
It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts.
Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”
She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers.
As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”
“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”
Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts.
Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.
“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”
But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.
Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.
She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more.
Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade.
His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving.
“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten.
“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”
It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight.
She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore.
Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again.
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”
Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”
A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”
Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway.
On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.
“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom.
“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”
Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes.
He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal.
Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.
His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.
But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex.
“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”
Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips.
“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.
“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”
As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”
“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”
He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.
She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass.
“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”
“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out.
“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed.
Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.
Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door.
Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.
Click.
It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.
Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.
“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”
The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation.
But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”
“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”
Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.
Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move.
The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go.
The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:
Thanks for sharing with us, baby.
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die for you | hanma shuji
pairing: hanma shuji x reader
tags: established relationship, fluff...yeah you’re both running away
word count: 2.0k
for @sakusins - the plot feels like a cop out bc i know your whole love story with him is running away, but i still hope you like it lmaoo happy valentines darling i adore you <33
it’s two twenty two in the morning when hanma’s helping you sneak out of your bedroom window.
you check the clock in the spur of the moment, a bag in your hand full of all your essentials, stuff you deem absolutely necessary to survive. hanma’s got a bag of your stuff slung over his shoulders as his legs swing over the window, a smile on his face and adrenaline coursing through his veins.
despite living in this house all your life, despite sleeping and spending most of your days in this small room, it feels so easy to leave. you take one look back at your bedroom, the stack of books right next to your desk, the pictures of you and your friends hanging on your wall, you’ll come back for them, after all the lock on your window was broken. it had been broken since hanma snuck into your room for the first time, you smile as you recall the moment, scolding him before he peppered your face with kisses and fell asleep in your arms. you two went to extreme lengths just to see each other. with life circumstances, and strict parents you both found yourselves bending over backward just to spare a moment together.
but now it felt as you had all the time in the world.
it was two twenty two in the morning when you closed your bedroom window for the final time and climbed off the roof of your house to run away with hanma.
there wasn’t a single ounce of regret in your system.
“oh my god,” you laugh breathlessly as you both run to your boyfriend’s car hand in hand. “my parents are gonna kill me, they’re gonna kill you and then they’re gonna kill me.”
“i’d like to see them try,” he scoffs, stopping in his tracks and pulling you into his arms. “you’re all mine,” he smiles. “nothing can take you away from me now.” there’s a rush that comes when your lips meet his as you both stand on the driveway of your house, a kiss that reminds you that he loves you and that you love him, that this was the right decision, that this was the choice you wanted to make. you pull away with a smile before he’s crashing his lips into yours again. after months of sneaking in and out of your window, hanma didn’t need to rush, he didn’t need to hide from your parents who clearly despised him. he could love you fully, he could give you all of him.
and he didn’t want to wait another second.
hanma’s going twenty miles over the speed limit when your laughter rings through his car. the windows are down, your hair’s a mess, yet he thinks you look absolutely beautiful. there’s no set destination, neither of you know where you’re going to end up, yet he continues to drive, he’ll drive until you tell him to stop. even if the cops were on his tail, he’ll continue to drive until you tell him otherwise (which would probably happen sooner rather than later knowing you).
“i’m running away,” you laugh to him. “i’m running away.”
“hell yeah you are,” he smiles.
“i’m running away with the love of my life,” you say happily, and hanma’s heart skips a beat at your words.
“no doubts?” he questions, and he hopes you have none.
“not a single one.”
and he smiles. it was the first night you both had together, the start of your new life with him, leaving your old one behind just to be with him. it felt crazy, irrational almost but love made you do things like that. love made you fall for the delinquent everyone told you to stay away from, love made you break your surprisingly complex window lock just so he could stay with you whenever he wanted, love made you skip events just so you could meet up with him. you were young, yet you were so hopelessly in love.
“what do we do now?” you ask, voice soft.
and there’s a smile on his face as he replies.
“anything you want baby.”
“then drive,” you say. “drive as far as you can, let’s get out of here.”
and his grin grows wider when his foot pushes harder on the gas.
it’s three thirty three in the morning when hanma’s stopping in the parking lot of a hotel.
it’s not the nicest place, but it’ll do for tonight. after all, you didn’t have that much money on you, something your forgot to consider when you left home. yet the thought seems to slip your mind when you rest in his arms.
you’re more relaxed, hanma thinks to himself as he pulls you closer to him. his fingers card through your hair as he stares up at the hotel ceiling. this was all he could give you tonight, a small little room and a small bed that barely fit you both. he promised you the world and he was certain he would give it to you. after all, hanma’s always been like that with you. anything you wanted was instantly yours. if anyone was bothering you, he’d take care of it no problem. he’d set the world on fire if you wanted, watching it burn in your arms. he’s always believed that you deserved the world, that you deserved all the stars in the sky, but for now all he can give you is this small hotel room, a place you both can call home for the night.
soon, he thinks, he’ll be able to give you more soon.
it’s nine in the morning the following day when hanma wakes up the next morning.
he’s so used to alarms and waking up at the crack of dawn just so he can sneak out of your bedroom window. but today, he didn’t need to worry about that. today he could sleep for as long as he pleased. you were still asleep in his arms, cheek smooshed against the pillow and he can’t help but smile. you were beautiful, even in moments like this, he thought you were the most beautiful person he laid eyes on.
he recalls the moment when you first met when a guy was causing you trouble outside of your university campus, and hanma, even though he barely knew you, ended up beating him up. he still remembered the look of pure shock on your face. you were his classmate, at least when he decided to go to class, and you knew nothing about him other than the fact that he was often absent. he still remembered your scolding, even when you barely knew him you were still on his ass. yet at the time he did nothing but scoff saying that you should thank him for saving you despite the fact that you claimed you didn’t need saving. but you mumbled a thank you when you surprisingly saw him at school the next day. it was kind of odd how an unpredictable unprecedented chance meeting led to something like this, led to him letting down the walls to his heart just to let you in.
but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
his fingers gently card through your hair before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. there’s a small grin on his face, one he couldn’t wipe off even if he tried, and it only grows wider when a small whine leaves your lips.
“shuji what time is it?”
“good morning baby,” he mumbles.
and your eyes slowly open, smiling when you realize he’s right where you left him last night. there was no text saying he left, no alarm snapping you out of your sleep.
he was still here.
“good morning,” you repeat. “what time is it?”
his eyes turn to the small clock in the corner of the hotel room, “it’s around nine,” he whispers before he pulls you in closer. “but that doesn’t matter, we have all the time in the world.”
“shuji.”
“yes baby?”
“isn’t our checkout time at ten?”
there’s a silence that follows before his eyes widen slightly, “yeah it is.”
“then we should prep to leave right?” you ask.
“we don’t have to,” he tries. “we could stay here forever if you’d like.”
“the owners would kick us out.”
“i’d like to see them try.”
“it’s like you’re asking for a fight shuji,” you mumble rolling your eyes.
“i wouldn’t mind it if you wanted to stay,” he reasons.
“okay then,” you mumble, pulling yourself out of bed. “i’m not letting you kill someone on our first day together. we’re not starting our life together with a homicide.”
hanma’s got his arms around your waist before you can even take two steps away from the bed about to counter your reasoning before your phone rings. there’s a split second of silence between you both before it rings again. your eyes meet his, “who is it?” he asks as you move to grab it.
“my parents,” you answer, declining the call only to see hundreds of texts and missed calls from your family. there’s a slight tremble in your hand as you read through the messages, all the open ended threats, the questions that seemed to not need answers. they knew exactly where they were.
they knew exactly who you were with.
“hey,” he calls out, pulling you away from your phone before you can feel your fears spiral. “i can take you home if you want, we can pretend none of this ever happened and you could go back.” he really hopes he doesn’t have to, but it would be selfish of him to say that out loud. you always came before him, his wants were always second to yours.
but you shake your head, “no, no it’s fine,” you mumble stepping closer to him. “they’ll stop texting in a bit,” you say, cupping his cheeks. “shuji i want to be here, i want to be with you.”
it would be a lie to say that he didn’t feel guilty. it would be a lie to say he didn’t feel any kind of shame from taking you away from your family, from your old life. you gave all of that up to be with him, and in that moment he makes a promise to make all of it worth it.
but he asks again, “are you sure?”
“i’m very sure.”
and with that, his lips meet yours. he’s never been able to love you like this, to love you the way he’s always wished he could. every obstacle seemed to come in his way. but now they’re all gone, and now nothing could come in the way between you and him.
“but baby,” you mumble as you pull away, resting his forehead against yours. “we have to get out of here before the owner kicks us out.”
“okay,” he smiles. “anything for you.”
because it’s true, he really would do anything for you.
who’d have thought that someone like you could have one of tokyo’s most feared men at their beck and call? if you asked any of hanma’s subordinates they would only mention his more sadistic, cruel side. but with you, he seemed the complete opposite.
“so,” he asks as you both get out of bed. “what do you want to do today?”
you shrug, “no clue,” you hum. “maybe find a place to live, so we don’t end up in hotel rooms every night.”
“alright,” he nods. “sounds good to me, i’ll find you the best place that money can buy.”
“shuji we barely have any money.”
“so what?” he counters. “if you want it, i promise it’ll be yours.”
he’ll give you everything, he’ll find the nicest place for you to call your own. he’ll give you the world the second he has the chance because it’s you, the first person who loved him, the first person to happily call him yours, the first person who promised to stay by his side. he’d give you everything because you were the person he loved with his entire being.
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I love how sure they are that JC is able to connect these dots. Like I’m sure he was very convinced that every demonic cultivator is WWX incorporated yet still went to look for more of them. Almost like… he doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing and is simply lashing out because of anger issues *pickachu face*
I’m so sick of this fandom but the fanarts are too cute to not look into the tag
Lol "it's certainly the explanation I prefer" - yes I'm sure... lol 🌝
I've seen jc stans drag this poor scene, and the idea that jc doesn't run around publicly accusing MXY of being WWX over and over as "proof" that jc still cares about WWX's wellbeing like he's not doing what he usually does- nothing helpful. Like he didn't try to kidnap and torture him TWICE already and only didn't manage to fully follow through because others intervened. Like the siege was going to end in anything other than the annihilation of WWX and the Wens. Let's be serious. jc didn't want to stand by WWX and help the Wens when all it would have taken was him admitting what WQ and WN did for him and maybe dealing w some grumbling. He was going to suddenly face off against all the gathered Clans big and small?!! He didn't just LEAD the siege he strategized it! WWX plays down jc's involvement bc that's what WWX does when it comes to the jiangs and other people harming him. You can tell how much Wen Ning believes him. Wen Ning understands that no matter if the actual killing blow came from jc or not he's the one responsible for WWX's demise.
Wen Ning finally looked up at him, “But, Sect Leader Jiang clearly…”
Wei WuXian, “Nobody can walk safely on a single-plank bridge for their whole life. It couldn’t be helped.”
Wen Ning seemed as if he wanted to sigh, but he had no breath to let out. Wei WuXian ended the conversation, “Okay. Let’s not talk about him anymore. Have you heard of anything else?”
jc himself knows MXY is WWX from his reaction to Fairy but there are several very good reason jiang cheng doesn't accuse the man accompanying the Leader of the Lan Clan and Hanguang Jun of being the Yiling Patriarch come back to like.
1. as Jin Ling says, jc already hit WWX w Zidian in front of an entire crowd of people from various Clans and failed to expel his soul, decisively publicly proving that he wasn't the Yiling Laozu come back to haunt them- which is what WWX intended:
One unique power of “Zidian” was that, if it hit someone who seized another’s body, their soul and physical form would immediately separate. Without any exceptions, the person’s soul would be whipped away from the body. Yet, Wei WuXian was still moving properly and running about after he was hit. The only explanation was that he did not seize this body.
Wei Wuxian thought, How useless. Obviously Zidian can’t whip my soul out. I didn’t steal this body, someone offered it to me. Actually, he practically forced it on me!
Jiang Cheng’s expression was surprised but suspicious, and the intention to whip Wei Wuxian again crossed his eyes.
But Lan Jingyi shouted, “Chief Jiang, isn’t once enough? This is Zidian!”
A cultivation tool the level of Zidian wouldn’t fail on the first try only to succeed on the second. If no soul was expelled, no soul was expelled. If someone hadn’t snatched the body, they hadn’t snatched the body, or else the weapon was undeserving of its reputation. In fact, the shout made Jiang Cheng, who cared about maintaining his reputation above anything else, unable to make another move. (Chapter 10)
Yet another person muttered, “No matter how you look at it, it isn’t him, right?…Plus, his flute playing is awful…he hasn’t really learned to play, only to make ridiculous, shoddy imitations.” (Chapter 10)
2. Everyone thinks jiang cheng is a mad dog who thinks he sees WWX returned everywhere. Most would probably not take his word as conclusive to begin with LET ALONE believe him after the former incident.
Everyone in the cultivation world knew that the young leader of the Jiang Clan watched out for Wei WuXian in an almost crazed manner. He would rather catch the wrong person than let go of any possibility, and took anyone who seemed like they held the soul of Wei WuXian away to the YunmengJiang Sect, inflicting severe torture on his victim. (Chapter 11)
Jin GuangYao, “You really ask me to do the impossible, Young Master Xue. Do you think I haven’t tried? How could anything be that simple. That Jiang WanYin has already gone mad. He still thinks Wei WuXian hasn’t died. If Wei WuXian returned, he might not search for his sword, but he’d definitely come for Chenqing. And so, he would definitely not give up Chenqing. A few more words of mine, and he might blow up.”
Xue Yang sniggered, “A mad dog.” (Villainous Friends extra)
3. Wei Wuxian literally explains why jiang cheng doesn't have a leg to stand on when it comes to accusing him!
The two walked in the front while the rest of the boys followed some distance behind them. After walking for a while, Lan WangJi spoke up, “Jiang Cheng knows who you are.”
Wei WuXian was sitting on the donkey as it slowly trotted forward, “Yeah, he knows. What can he do, though? He doesn’t have any evidence.”
Unlike the possession of bodies, there was no evidence to the sacrifice of bodies. Jiang Cheng only determined the fact through how he looked when facing a dog, anyway. First, Jiang Cheng had never told anyone that Wei WuXian was afraid of dogs; second, only those familiar with him would be able to judge things based on reactions and expressions, since there couldn’t be any conclusive proof. Even if Jiang Cheng finally chose to stick flyers that said the YiLing Patriarch Wei WuXian was scared of dogs everywhere he could, everyone would probably just think that the Sandu Shengshou had gone insane after spending so many years hunting down innocents on suspicion of being Wei Wuxian. (chapter 45)
SO jc did nothing to hinder them because he couldn't and nothing useful because he wouldn't. But jc had done his best to craft Jin Ling into someone as filled with anger resentment and hate as himself and making sure Jin Ling hates WWX enough that he feels compelled to stab him - something we know is out of character for JL and that he ends up regretting. And something that could have ended in tragedy.
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