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weebsinstash · 10 months

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I'm sorry but I can't stop thinking about a certain angsty idea

Like pretty sure this is implying getting married is a canon event? But in a way, doesn't that kind of, really strip the choice and actual love and magic out of it? Or, could you at least understand the idea of a Spiderperson who may feel that way? Did you genuinely fall in love with someone if it was "supposed" to happen? And the universe could fall apart if you don't so you arent really even given a choice to say no? Isn't that like having a preprogrammed robot instead of a true lover?

Still kinda obsessed with the concept of a Spider Reader where you didn't get scouted by Miguel until after you had already lost your loved ones, but, it's clear that some Spiders are scouted before they have all of their events (Pav), and, I can't stop thinking about, you're in the Spider Society and making friends and having fun and stuff and you're. Still supposed to get married or have a relationship or something and you're just, completely avoiding having anything at all, not even dating anyone, nothing really feels natural to you and you just don't really want anything?

Months and months and months pass and you've turned multiple people down in your home dimension and Spiders at the Society are told not to interact with you in certain ways, which becomes overboard when no one ever seems to want to hug you or even high five you or touch you at all (because "oh don't let them get a crush on you, they can't break canon" or some dumb paranoia) which just eventually develops into isolating you from the Spider Society, and they all think, "ok good they'll spend more time at home and then start the route for this canon event and we can talk to them again" but it just. Doesn't happen. You're starting to show up to the Society less and less but the only thing that changes when you get back home is a loneliness that you fill with a pet and some platonic friends

Peter B is trying to "subtly" nudge you. "Ya know kid, aren't you in your 20s now? Isn't it time you try and, I dunno, get into college or something? You've got so much potential!" as he willingly omits how he met his wife in college and maybe it's in the model that you could meet your spouse there too as a potential option

But I like the idea and already lowkey established concept that canon changes and has tweaks here and there and can be bent in certain ways so, imagine like, idk, imagine Reader already being with the person who is supposed to your soul mate, and, you find out about The Model or whatever, the Arachno Humanoid Poly Mutiverse or whatever, and you just realize kind of on accident that, oh having a relationship at all is kind of just another prison for you to be in, huh? Another choice stripped away from you, another thing that made you feel like a rubber stamp in existence in the weird copy/paste Spider Society. So you just. You don't intentionally bomb the relationship but you become so extremely depressed and refuse to talk about it with your SO that they actually leave you, making the choice independently, changing canon but not breaking it

But here's Miguel, which I guess you could imagine as a protective obsessive romantic figure or even platonic parental, and he's all but grinding his teeth because, as he sees it, you're not only risking completely breaking your canon which you know Would Fucking Kill You, but, why are you constantly shooting down what are supposed to be good changes for your life? No relationships? No college? No aspirations at all? Why are you not living up to your full potential? He's so frustrated because he KNOWS you could "be better than this" and that you're "supposed to" be better than this, but you just seem. Depressed and defeated. He wants you to be better because it's better for your life, your future, your safety (even if depending on preference it absolutely gets under his skin to see you with anyone else romantically or sexually)

And I have no idea how they would externally force you into some kind of relationship but, I've also thought about, alternatively, the tried and true "Reader lost their home dimension but somehow didn't disappear and lives on Earth 928B now" (the movie specifics its 928b ok, pet peeve I know, 928 is comic Miguel, 928b is ATSV movie Miguel) and eventually, somehow, your bracelet comes off one day and you're about to freak out and it's like, wait, you aren't glitching??? Why aren't you glitching? I mean, you're happy to not be in pain and flashing colors, but, this doesn't make sense? And you don't wanna tempt fate but you don't bother to get a new bracelet or, other people are around to witness this weird event and so, Miguel is immediately investigating what happened. I imagine maybe they scan you with the Go Home Machine and it's just like "ha ha yeah you're home already :)" you know like some "Dimensional Match: 928B" and the machine doesn't even activate, it just scans you with the drone, is like "yeah you're good lmao" and goes back to sleep

And now Miguel is like, you know. Understandably concerned because now there are two Spiders for Nueva York, but, also, he's just like, unbeknownst to you absolutely over the moon necause if you're technically a part of his dimension now, maybe you can complete your canon and have some sort of happy ending. But. Miguel never had his wedding either? Or at least not the "true" one, like how Peter moves on from Gwen to Mary Jane? Cue Miguel suddenly spending suspicious amounts of time on his platform in the dark looking at holograms and algorithms and asking Lyla to calculate the probability of you two maybe becoming spouses for each other

AND YOU'RE SO FUCKED IF IT SAYS YOU CAN LMAO. Cause now not only is he all the more obsessed with you (you were BROUGHT to his dimension by a miracle, can't you SEE you're destined for each other) but now it's "don't you understand? Not only are we MEANT for each other, you don't have a choice! You CANT break canon!" And he's fucking putting a finger in your face and lecturing you about how, you know what, it's ok if you're scared and you're not ready. You know why? Because you two were made for each other, and, he must have been made to be this strong so he can protect you and make decisions on your behalf, right? It's all in The Model. It's all in God's Plan. The two of you are going to get married whether you think it's the love you're fantasizing about or not, and Miguel is more than thrilled that he was essentially just handed a certified excuse to keep you all to himself on a silver platter

Also. I guess this is preferential but. Imagine if Earth 928B's solution to two Spidermen, like how Miles' "corrected" itself with getting rid of blonde Peter, what if the universe and canon just went, "actually it's all cool though cause technically one of them isn't going to technically in name be a Spider anymore, they're going to be forcibly turned into a cute little pampered house spouse" and ON GOD he's getting children out of you if you're capable of it and that ISN'T optional. He's thinking you can start at AT LEAST three babies and then talk about how many more from there? He's always wanted a large family with lots of cute little girls and boys, you know 👉👈

#yandere x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere spidereverse #atsv spoilers #yandere stuff #sinprompts #also separate idea but. miguel who hates how you arent maximizing your potential and #essentially kidnaps you and since he sees you as perfect tries to force perfection out of you #platonic yandere dad slash tio Miguel who says no datingg whatsoever vs romantic yan miguel who forces you to date HIM

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wxshing-aep · 11 months

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The Prom Committee (pt 1)

Ethan Morales x fem!reader

based on this request:

"how about one where y/n runs an after school club so Ethan keeps getting detention on purpose to see her because he thinks “clubs are for dorks” to quote Paxton and so his reputation as the bad boy isn’t ruined"

Warnings: swearing, banter, the word boobs

AN: decided to make it a 2 parter cause it was getting long while I was writing it and wanted to give Ethan more depth of character than the actually show so part 2 coming tmrw probs!

When his assignment was handed back by Señora Diaz upside down, Ethan wasn't surprised by the big F glaring back at him in red ink when he turned the page over.

“Stupid bitch” he muttered under his breath.

“In Español, Ethan” Señora Diaz paused on her way back to the blackboard, unsure of what he said but certain that it wasn't in Spanish.

“Sorry" he retorted and she continued her route back to the front of the classroom.

"perra estúpida”

“ethan!”

That’s how Ethan ended up in detention for the umpteenth time in his academic career, tapping his pen on the desk in the nearly empty classroom with Mr. Shapiro's happy go-lucky self staring back at him.

"Well, happy to have you here Ethan!" Mr. Shapiro greets picking up a clipboard from his desk. "Not happy to be here" Ethan deadpanned. "Sorry to hear that. Not sure how you managed to get detention during the first week of school, but hey I think that might be a new Sherman Oaks record! Congrats buddy!" Mr. Shapiro cheers before realizing the younger boy is not the slightest bit amused. "Alright, tough crowd."

"Moving right along then," Mr. Shapiro clicks a pen in his hand "time to take roll!" which causes Ethan to look around the empty classroom.

"...I'm literally the only one here"

"I know, I just love checking things off lists," Mr. Shapiro clears his throats " so do I have a Morales comma Ethan?"

"seriously dude?"

"Second call for Ethan Morales"

"you're gonna keep going til I say here, aren't you?"

"You betcha!"

"Here."

"Awesome!" Mr. Shapiro marks a giant check by the one name on his attendance sheet. "god I love doing that- Alright so unfortunately I've gotta skidaddle to help out with the faculty potluck but lucky for you sir we're implementing more of a reformative detention style this year!"

"What the hell does that mean" Ethan asked.

"It means, that instead of sitting here for the next few hours, you my friend, get to offer your help to one of the after school clubs or committees that are a bit low on helping hands" Shapiro responds with finger guns. "so guess who's today's newest member of the prom committee!"

"yea, no. I'm not joining some stupid after school club. clubs are for dorks, losers, and ugly people" Ethan responds grabbing his backpack out of the chair next to him to get up and leave.

"well actually it's a committee"

"even worse"

"Alrighty well I can see what the other options-" is all Mr Shapiro gets out before he is interrupted by your voice from the doorway.

"Oh- hey! Mr. Shapiro, did you find anyone to help with the prom posters? Eric said he'd help me out but then canceled cause he said he had to train with the assistant swim coach to quote make Michael Phelps my bitch end quote. Whatever that means, so I'm kinda flying solo here" You say, drawing Ethan's attention towards you as well.

hot damn. okay maybe after school activities are not only for ugly people. He thinks you might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen and definitely takes a mental note of your outfit that's hugging you in all the right places. He quickly realizes that he doesn't know your name and has no idea how he's never been informed of your existence prior to this moment. He's snapped back to reality by Mr. Shapiro responding to your question. "Ah- I'm sorry but Ethan is-"

"super excited to help decorate for prom" Ethan finds himself blurting out before Mr. Shapiro could finish his sentence.

"Oh- well that's great! Uh Ethan just report back by 6 so I can log your hours! I'm gonna get going, you kids have fun decorating. Go crickets!" Mr. Shapiro says, making his exit as you watch him almost skip down the hall.

"Sup, I'm Ethan" Your attention is brought back to the brown eyed curly haired boy who's suddenly standing in front of you (how the hell did he cross the room that fast, you wonder) with an outstretched hand. He never really shakes hands, he just wanted an excuse to touch you. He's cute, you note mentally. You accept the offer and shake his hand. "and you are?" he continues.

"I'm-" you pause noticing those not so innocent brown eyes are directed elsewhere, "acutely aware of the fact that you're staring at my boobs".

Ethan thinks his brain might've just short circuited cause he was definitely just caught red handed. He'd recently grown a lot more confident with girls since his summer growth spurt and subsequent glow up had dramatically increased the number of girls interested in him, but there was something about you and how you so deliberately called him out that had definitely thrown him off his game.

"Sorry- I uh- I was actually looking at your shirt. They're- It's nice" he wants to die he thinks.

You chuckle at his sudden change in demeanor. "Hmm. Yea, I know they are" you respond, turning on a heel and heading toward the auditorium.

"You comin or what?"

For one person, you had made pretty okay progress in a week. The current task at hand was making posters to get people excited for the theme reveal. The ground was littered with several half finished or barely started posters.

"Can you draw?" You asked Ethan.

"I'm not much of an artist"

"Really? the graffiti on the side of the school says otherwise. Your handwriting definitely sucks though so I'll do that, but the art's good and if you can do it with a spray can, you can definitely do it with some paint and markers" your unsolicited review of his graffiti made him crack a smile. His latest act of defiance had been a giant snake comically eating a cricket accompanied with the words "get fucked" on the side of the school building.

"You can't prove that was me" he challenges.

"Maybe not, but Mr. Shapiro had mentioned that I might have a detention helper today thanks to Señora Diaz and I happened to notice the words 'stupid bitch' spray painted on her car containing the same weird ass t's as the graffiti on the side of the school and here you are, Ethan."

"Damn, you're good" he pauses realizing he can't throw your name back at you because he still doesn't know it.

"Y/n" you say quietly.

"Huh?"

"My name's y/n"

Pretty name for a pretty girl, he thought.

"Alright y/n. I'll draw as long as I don't have to to touch any glitter. that shit's impossible to get off"

"deal"

"and I don't write my t's weird"

"you write your t's like a crazy person"

Time was pretty much flying by. Together you'd gotten nearly twenty posters done and were slowly finding out more information about each other. You were informed about some of Ethan's tattoos and how he'd actually drawn the designs for all of them himself. Not an artist, my ass, you thought. Ethan learned that he hadn't met you before because you'd previously been homeschooled and had all but begged your parents to be able to go to school with other kids for your senior year until they finally cracked and agreed to enroll you at Sherman Oaks.

"Ah I see, you're a total secret weirdo. That explains your freaky detective skills" he teases.

"I am not a secret weirdo. I just like criminal minds and puzzles"

"You were homeschooled. All homeschooled kids are a little weird"

"That's an unfair stereotype"

"Whatever you say, y/n"

"If anything you're the secret weirdo. or at least an undercover art nerd"

"I'm not an undercover art nerd"

"Yea you are. Something tells me this whole" you gestured largely to him sitting a couple feet away from you, "tortured angsty hot skater boy thing you've got going on is a pretty recent development" you comment absent-mindedly. You looked back up from your poster when he didn't respond to see him sitting there, arms crossed with a smug grin on his face.

"What?" you prodded.

"You totally just called me hot"

You're now very aware that he's a bit closer to you than he was before.

"mm don't think so"

"oh you definitely did"

"did not"

"did too"

"did not" that one came out much less confidently considering his hand had made its way to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. damn, he's good.

"whatever you say, y/n" he almost whispers. have his eyes been that sparkly this whole time? He's leaning in and you're definitely not backing away. You're maybe a centimeter away from his lips until the alarm blaring from your phone, which seemed like much better idea hours ago, sent you flying back from him and scared the shit out of both you.

"shit- I- god that scared me, I uh set an alarm for 6 so you'd remember to check in with Mr. Shapiro cause, ya know, I thought we'd both probably be busy. Um- busy making posters, i mean. Obviously I mean making posters cause we definitely wouldn't be busy doing anything else so-" you ramble.

The smug little smirk has made its way back onto Ethan's face as he is quite enjoying this role reversal from your first interaction of the day.

"shut up" you say to him.

"I didn't even say anything" he responded, hands in the air in surrender.

"I've gotta head home, but thanks for helping out even though you basically had to be here. If you ever find yourself in detention again this semester, feel free to help out. Hopefully the committee is more than just me by then" you say, starting to gather your belongings. Ethan secretly hopes it isn't, he likes the idea of hanging out with just you.

"I probably will find myself in detention again. It's kinda part of this whole tortured angsty hot skater boy thing I've got going on" he says throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"not what I said" you still attempt to deny.

"sure it wasn't"

"bye ethan"

"bye y/n"

Yea, he'll definitely be finding himself in detention again.

Read Part 2 here

#never have i ever #never have i ever s4 #nhie #nhie s4 #ethan morales #ethan morales x reader #michael cimino #michael cimino x reader

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luvtak · 8 months

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baby i'm yours, lee felix

✧ pairing lee felix x gn!reader

✧ genre/tw fluffy fluff! kinda hurt/comfort, reader has a migraine and felix is a little lovebug as always, too many petnames, kissing and sleepy cuddles

✧ w/c 1000

✧ a/n something small inspired by my own migraines, i hope anyone who relates starts to feel better and feels comforted by the sweetest boy <3 title is after this song it reminds me of him 💗

The house is filled with sound, circling around the space with laughter and music and video game noise. Lively melodies of boyishness, teasing and yelling; roughhousing so loud you’re sure the neighbors can hear.

The house is filled with sound, all except for your place in Felix’s room. Behind the door it’s silent, no sound but your gentle breath hitting his skin. He’s always so warm, a space heater personified, heating you everywhere his star-studded skin touches. You can feel his smile moving across your neck, placing soft little kisses on his path from your clavicle to your throat, all the way up to the side of your mouth.

“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice is gruff from lack of use and his eyes are light when they meet yours. His question seems more like a wish than an inquiry, he always worries when you get these headaches. Pain throbbing underneath your eyes and inside your temples, sometimes you feel so sick, nausea begins to accompany the migraine, and the only thing your boyfriend can do is wrap you up in his arms and his blankets and hope for the best.

You both know it’s easier to cure these moments away from the boy’s dorm. The cozy quiet of your apartment is much better suited to comfort the constant pounding, but there’s something magic to the noise. A curious familiarity surrounds the home, in some ways it reminds you of being a little kid and going to bed to the sounds of your parents still awake. A memory from an easier life, a moment trapped in time, but relived in these hurtful days inside this room.

“Just a little, I’m sorry I’m not very fun right now.” Your voice is a whisper, and your eyes are still squinted shut, but you hope your words are enough to convince him to stop worrying.

“Don’t be sorry, my love, I’m having a blast laying here with you.” Felix’s grin is sunlight, as bright and pretty as the rest of him, and you think it doesn’t matter if he’s lying—your head is already starting to ease just from the sight of your starshine boy smiling down at you.

His hands are in your hair and his smile is on your forehead, and you think you’ll be better in a few minutes. When you came over you had plans to watch movies and play Mario Kart with the rest of the boys, and maybe in just a few more minutes you can. You can almost envision it, opening up your eyes to a clear head and telling Felix that you feel so much better, joining the rest of the dorm in their night of laughter instead of this sickly quiet you currently inhabit.

You can tell your boyfriend doesn’t mind, he’s always happy to take care of you, but you’re sorry that another fun night has become the opposite.

“Really, Lixie, Go have fun with the boys… I can do all this by myself.” You don’t want him to go, but you need him not to feel trapped. Popping one eye open, you can tell what he thinks about that offer—if the slight squint of his eyes having anything to do with his emotions, he must think you’re crazy for even posing it as an option.

“And what? Sit in the living room with people I see every day instead of lying here with you? Are you insane?” He’s laughing as he says it, and his arms escape from your hair to gently play with your fingers. “You must be, my crazy little love… where does it hurt?”

His touch is light as a feather, pulling at your hands and rubbing up and down your arms. The skin to skin contact makes you shiver, even after all this time all it takes is a few gentle touches to start up the butterflies in your belly. You tell him about the pain under your eyes, huffing and whining when his body moves too much atop yours, but you stop as soon as his lips land softly on your eyelid; pressing down gentle and tender where the pain started.

“A kiss to make it feel better, okay baby?” Even through the pain his voice (so deep and quiet in the dark room) makes you smile. So typical of him, to be as sweet and sugary as the treats he cooks up. A boy who grew up on kiss cures and tickle fights, what a blessing to have him lay with you in the dark.

You’ve been smitten with him from the first time he shot his shiny smile at you, in love with each picture perfect piece of him. With hands grasping out to hold his, you kiss wherever you can reach: his shoulder first than the divot of his adams apple, all the way up to his uplifting lips.

“I love you, sweet boy… thank you for being with me.” You can’t tell if you mean here in the moment, or just in general, but either way it’s true. You’ll never stop being grateful for his place in your life, a light in the darkness and a heart to hold you when you don’t feel good.

He kisses you again instead of a response, slow and closed mouthed—desperately trying to express his feelings in all the ways he knows how.

“I love you too, you know I do.” He rolls off you, tucking you just underneath his chin; keeping you as close as possible. Legs on legs and hands clasped together, you can’t seem to find where you begin and he finishes—you’re as close as you could be with your warm pajamas on.

Everything is burning up, his skin and your love for him. So, cozy you can’t help but feel your eyes flutter close again. This close you can hear all his sounds, his heartbeat and his breath, and his sweet voice like a lullaby lulling you to sleep.

#skz fluff #skz x reader #felix fluff #felix x reader #lee felix #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #felix #✧ drabble

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lexisecretaccx · 3 days

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A+ Student pt.3

Other parts on my Masterlist!

(Fem reader, kinda drama at the start, slight angst, smut☺️, suggestive, not revealing who the smut is with xoxo, not proofread!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

The next day..

I couldn’t sleep well, I was stressing out about Matt and Chris and everything going on. I walk into the English lecture 5 minutes late, I didn’t mean to I was just lacking on time. Matt is at the front of the class, not teaching even thought the lecture started already.

“Now we can start.” Matt spoke as I walked up to my seat. I noticed Kelly sat at the front of the class watching Matt the same way I used to when I first met him.. with utter devotion.

I can’t help but feel a sense of jealousy fill me even though he doesn’t seem to be paying attention to her. That is until she raises her hand to answer a question that I also raised my hand to answer. “Kelly?” He spoke.. he let her answer it instead of me. I mean that’s okay I shouldn’t answer all the questions.

“Is it option 2?” She asks him, smiling cheesily. He breathes through his teeth, “that’s the wrong question but,” he leans on her desk. “We can work on getting you up to pace.” He smiles before patting her shoulder and walking past her slightly. He patted her shoulder. He does that to me, that’s our thing! Why am I feeling like this?

“Y/n?” He asks me, bringing my attention from her to him. “Hm?” I hum sadly. “Do you know the answer?” I sigh before shrugging. “You had your hand raised.” He spoke again, “yeah but I wasn’t gonna answer the question, it’s fine now.” I look back down to my notes. “Okay..” he says hesitantly before telling us all the correct answer.

“Is this right?” Kelly giggles, he leans down to her notes before nodding, “yeah good girl.” He smiles and looks straight at me. I don’t know why I feel so jealous but he calls me that. Why is he treating her how he treated me? It isn’t fair I thought he liked me. Why-

My thoughts are cut off by the door opening and Thomas walking in, “you’re late.” Matt instantly spoke, “sorry..” he mumbled. He came and sat next to me, smiling briefly before looking at me fully. “Are you ok?” He whispered, I sighed sadly, “yep.” I lied.

“Sorry you have to help me in the lessons.” He looked down, “it’s okay don’t apologise, it’s a distraction at least.” I smiled at him and he smiled softly. We continue the lessons and I help him out and we chat and he’s a sweet kid. I keep glancing at Matt, who I find watching me and Thomas. I was scribbling on a random piece of paper, doing doodles and stuff and Thomas noticed.

He drew a little reindeer on the corner of my page, causing me to chuckle gently. “That’s a good deer.” I smile. “Thank you.” He smiles back. “Stop talking.” Matt made me jump as he stood right next to me. “Sorry.” Thomas muttered.

Matt hands me a note, it read. Stay after class, we need to talk about yesterday - professor Sturniolo I shook my head. “What?” He whispered, “I don’t want to do that.” He scoffs, “it wasn’t a question.” He walks to Kelly and starts talking to her.

“Hey I gotta leave right now but here’s one of my notes that’ll help you okay?” I say quietly to Thomas, who smiles at me and nods. “No worries.” I pack my stuff away and get up. I walk past Matt and Kelly who were laughing and giggling and I go to walk out, “where are you going?” Matt spoke. “Bathroom.” I lied before walking out fully and making my way down to the hallway.

I look at the sign on the wall GYM I walk in, luckily nobody is in there. I see Chris near the storage cupboard door, “Chris.” I say and he turns around quickly. “Oh hey! Shouldn’t you be in Matts class right now?” He tilts his head. “Yeah but he was flirting with some new girl, purposely to upset me.” I sigh.

He scoffs, “he’s a dick y/n, you should know that.” He laughs. I laugh softly, “what’re you doing?” I look at the basketballs and dodgeballs on the floor. “Putting these away in here,” he motions to the cupboard, “wanna help?” He smirks. I nod before placing my bag on the bench next to his laptop. I pick up a basketball and take it into the cupboard that was larger than I thought.

“Where do I put them?” Chris kicks all of them into the cupboard with me and walks in, closing the door behind him. “There.” He points at a bag full of dodgeballs and one full of basketballs.

He turns the lock and I look to him, “uh.. am I being kidnapped or what’s the plan here?” I chuckle. He joins in before walking up to me, “one more to put away.” He leans into me, handing me a dodgeball. I nod quickly. I put it in the bag and turn around back to him. “Can I leave now or..” I smile, he walks up infront of me, I lean my back against the wall.

“You know how I like to take risks?” He whispers in my ear, I nod. “Can this be one of them?” He breaths out against the skin on my neck, “yeah..” I feel myself get hot at this sudden experience. He plants kisses against my neck, “you know the good thing is..” he spoke against my skin. “There’s no cameras in here or in the gym..” his hand travels down to my skirt.

“You wear this for Matt?” He grins against my skin. I shake my head, part lying. “Maybe skip gym class today, this’ll be all the exercise you need hm..” he kisses a sweet spot under my ear causing me to fold. “Okay..” I whisper in a trance.

“Do you want all of me or do you just want me to make you feel good, I don’t mind either.” His hand rests at my skirt “i want all of you.. please.” I nod before he pulls my skirt off, leaving me in my white undies. “Fuck..” he mutters. He removes his own sweatpants, leaving him in his black boxers, a slight visible imprint of his cock.

I swallow harshly as his hand strokes my clothed cunt slightly, making me moan softly. “Fuck.” He whispers, wasting no time to remove my panties and pulling his boxers off revealing his large dick, a vein prominent down the side. My eyes widen at the sight, “you’re big..” i say smirking slightly, “Don’t stroke my ego y/n.” He smirks back at me.

His hands find place on the back of thighs as he connects our lips in a kiss. I feel more of a passion in this kiss with him, my hand tangles in his hair and the other one rests around the back of his neck. One of his hands slip between my thighs as he places pressure on my clit and starts to rub circles on it.

I moan into the kiss and my grip in his hair tightens and we deepen the kiss. He removes his hand causing me to whine slightly from the loss of pressure, he grips my thighs and lifts me up, breaking the kiss to look down. “You ready?” He says lining himself up with my entrance holding me up as my back is leant against the wall.

“Yes.. please.” I lean my head into his shoulder. He lowers me down onto his member and I let out a loud moan, muffled by his shoulder. I hear a groan grumbling in his throat as I sink down fully until nothing more fits. He starts to lift me up and down on him and i bite my lip to hide my moans, my arm wraps around his shoulder as the other one is placed on his bicep. He pulls my back off the wall so I’m only supported by his arms holding me up.

He’s more muscular than Matt, and he’s nicer. But why do I still feel guilty? I don’t have a reason.. I am taken out of my thoughts by Chris’ tip hitting my g spot. I moan loudly and dip my head into his shoulder even further, gripping his bicep so hard I swear I left marks. To stop myself from moaning so loudly I bury my head into his neck and place kisses, sucking slightly.

He moans out deeply, continuing to bounce me on his cock. “Fuck I’m close y/n..” he groans out, his tip repeatedly kissing my g spot as his movements become sloppier. “I’m gonna cum..” I whimper slightly. The knot in my stomach tightens and snaps as I release all over the base of his dick. “Should.. I pull out?” He whines.

I forgot he didn’t put a condom on, it all happened so fast but luckily I’m on the pill for situations like this. “I’m on the pill..” I breathe out, my body feeling weak and limp, he has slowed his movements as to not overstimulate me. “Fuck..” he groans, his head falling on my shoulder as I feel him shoot his cum inside of me.

I wish this moment could’ve lasted forever but sadly it can’t. “Shit that was.. your perfect.. fuck.” Chris groans as he lifts me off of him slowly, as my feet hit the ground my leg goes limp and I stumble. He laughs slightly, placing his underwear and sweatpants back on and helping me with mine.

“We should do this again.” I suggest, smirking at him as I try to adjust my clothes. “Yeah def-” the bell rings. Both of our eyes widen, this is signalling that it is the break period. We need to get out of the closet before anyone comes into the gym.

He unlocks the door and I walk out quickly, rushing to my bag to brush out my slightly messed up hair. “See you next period.” Chris walks out the closet after me smirking, my mouth drops slightly. His face drops too, “what?” He speaks anxiously, I hadn’t realised my ‘light’ kissing and sucking on his neck was much more.. harder.

There’s 3 hickeys on the side of his neck. “When I kissed your neck.. I accidentally gave you hickeys.” I whisper and his eyes widen before relaxing. “Ah it’s fine, no one will know who gave them to me.” He smirks and I nod, “okay.. can I stay here for break? I don’t feel like walking much right now.” I sigh and he chuckles cockily.

“Fuck you.” I roll my eyes and laugh.

“You already did.”

A/n: hehehehehhe fucking love writing smut. Sorry I can only write this every weekend I’m just super busy during the week bc of exams and shit like that! Love yall tho! Hope u enjoyed this part I think it’s pretty long lol😭😂 am I making u all mad at Matt yet?🤭

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edupiii · 26 days

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*slams head into marble counter top, causing cups to fall onto the floor with the sheer amount of force*

I HAD A THOUGHT. POSSIBLY EVEN A THEORY.

or im just late as hell to the party

Spoiler Warning for Episode 7 of Murder Drones Below

ALRIGHT! Now I KNOW this shit is going to sound kinda crazy but STICK WITH ME HERE PLEASE-

I was just wondering around YouTube and I got this video made by @sutekh94 (sorry if you didn’t wanna be pinged Sutekh, if you’d like i can take the @ out) suggested to me. I watched it cause I like to see what other people say about the cringy media I consume rapidly.

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At one point in the video, Sutekh is talking about the end shot of Uzi being in sppaaaaace saying that she was “shot into Copper-9s orbit”. I paused the video and looked at the clip on screen which was this BEAUTIFUL scene. Absolutely stunning.

Now at the end of the new episode I had a brain thought that this could be an outside shot of Copper-9, but then I found that too odd. However, seeing someone else say it has me looking into stuff. So I went through all the times we’ve seen Copper-9 within the series and found that yes, this very much is Copper-9 and Uzi stuck on its orbit:

highlighted circle is of the Little Rock’s orbiting Copper-9 that bump into Uzi

We can see the rock orbits, the space between Copper-9 and the (possible) moons it has. The Saturn moon being close up in the first angle we see from the first episode, but it being far away in the newest episode. This shows the distance and that despite being seen as farther away now, the Saturn moon is still the one we see so commonly in MD during the night.

But I was confused why it was like this? Why would it lead to the planets orbit? I understand the planet has a massive hole in it, but still it seemed like an odd occurrence.

Now- this is where I start sounding like I should never be let outside in public spaces-

Before we see this final scene of Uzi in spaaaacee, we watch The Solver/Fleshaa/Cyn go down that exact same hole saying: “honestly, I’m starving.”

It also references eating earlier on in the episode when talking to N: “Let’s eat.”

The Solver/Fleshaa/Cyn came to Copper-9 to initially get rid of other solver users that it knew of (Uzi and Doll), as well as find the cross with the patched code in it. First it destroyed all possible evidence involving the solver and the patch (scene where it explodes the computers and lockers in episode 7).

Secondly, it goes after Doll. Doll was against the Solver because she refused for it to use her to “eat the planet”, to which Flesha says, “not sure it needs you buddy”, then killing her.

Next it went for Uzi. It was originally going to kill Uzi acting as Tessa, however when N decapitated her that was no longer an option. Instead, it shifted into using Uzis body. At this point, she also has acquired the cross thanks to N. It goes ahead and destroys that too, checking another box off the list.

The Solver then went to kill N but was stopped by Nori, causing there to be a new target added to its hit list. In the fight with Nori and N, the Solver shows little respect for Uzis body. On multiple occasions it try’s to get Uzi killed. It knew N would try to stop this from happening, but even if he didn’t save Uzi, that would still be a win for the Solver.

It then try’s to eat Nori, wanting to get rid of her as quickly as possible since she poses the most threat to its plan. It’s interpreted by N and then loses control over Uzi. However, Uzi then proceeded to PUNT her mom down the flesh hole, resulting in Nori to be checked off the hit list as well since she would be assumed to be dead.

With Nori, Doll and the cross/patch gone and Uzi no longer under its control, the Solver retreats back into its Flesha form, surprise attacking N and Uzi. I would assume that the Solver doesn’t perceive either of these traumatized goobers to be a threat, seeing as it try’s to kill the pair but ultimately fails.

With all other players out of the field, The Solver no longer has anyone it deems as a threat. Dropping down the hole in victory and into Copper-9s orbit.

The Solver as we have seen eats oil, drone cores and human flesh and blood. With all human life (possibly) being wiped out entirely by being eaten, the Solver is starving. The next best option: drones.

Copper-9s current residents are only drones. Specifically worker drones who have no weaponry or Solver powers. The drones have governance over themselves (aka, sentient), so the Solver can’t just brainwash or order them into being eaten. So it plans to do it in one big final swoop.

It has been said on multiple occasions throughout the show: eating the planet, eating worlds, etc. but i (personally) never thought of that being an actual possibility. With the Solver/Flesha/Cyn in the orbit of Copper-9 and all possible obstacles taken care of, it is free to gorge itself on the drone inhabited planet, finally satisfying its endless hunger.

I would think it would do this by creating a NULL void, as the endless void/black hole can be acquainted with the idea of a always starving being. Something that can never be full. Never satisfied. We see this with earth and the core of Copper-9. We can also see this in the other times we have seen the NULL void appearing: a flash back in episode 4, killing the Sentinels in episode 6, it being in the sky in episode 7 during the murder drone apocalypse and probably a bunch of other times I didn’t write down.

The Solver didn’t get to fully eat Copper-9 all those decades ago, but now it’s come to finish its meal.

If this has already been a known thing and im joining in late, i profusely apologize for wasting both your time and my own.

As for a motive for The Solver doing this: to eat. It isn’t fighting for the freedom of drone kind or fighting against humanity because of the way they treated the AI they created, but rather uses drones as vessels and a food source. Often, Eldritch beings have little reason to care for anything. They do what they please and it’s horrifying because there is absolutely no way to deter this force or even try to talk it down. It’s above emotion and morality. It is all that matters and those beneath are seen as nothing but insignificant animals to yield to its power. It doesn’t want to dominate or rule a universe, it just wants to consume it.

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dairy-farmer · 26 days

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Haven't preached the gospel of Civilian Tim in a while >.> my boy would be so disappointed in me. I forgot about my boy! <:O

So consider!

Smol Tim! Knows he has to be SUUUPER careful. Mrs. Mac or his parents COULD find his Batman Notes and collection of blurry Baby's First Photographs, after all. So he keeps it vague. Never any names. Cryptic references. The works. Nothing that someone who doesn't know what HE knows, would understand.

But! He's also slightly less athletic then Cannon Tim. Or perhaps, Mrs. Mac is slightly less oblivious. She suspects Somethings Up(tm). Gets that distinct wiff of "child doing something they know they shouldn't behind my back". So waits in her car one night instead of actually going home like she usually does.

Oh dear lord.

Is he SNEAKING OUT!?

TIMMY!!!

Unfortunately, she picks the worst time to startle him. He's half way down the wall, having avoided the already Alarm Primed front door, from the SECOND FLOOR. The small child falls. Eats it, crushing a decorative bush.

This does NOT calm Mrs. Mac down.

He gets a concussion and one of two DOZEN hysterical calls to his parents from Mrs. Mac at the hospital. They think he's dying. Drop everything and rush back.

Are FURIOUS but relieved he's mostly okay.

His Dad, determined to figure out what the FUCK he thought he was doing, finds his Batman stuff. Tim sits, woozy, and wonders if he's watching his parent's Villian origin story as they rage and curse Batman out. His mom wants to shoot him.

It's decided (for him, no he does NOT get a say) that he is NOT staying in Gotham. Where God forsaken furries stalk the night, tempting innocent people's sons into running around the crumbling rooftops and too their early graves. Absolutely not. Tim is going to boarding school.

Tim doesn't WANT to go to boarding school.

But he doesn't get a say.

However... his parents? Do seem really excited? And spend lots of time with him looking over the options. Telling him stories about trips they took to countries near by. It's... it's actually kinda exciting. Nice, even.

And boarding school isn't even that bad.

No one makes fun of him for being quite or "new money". He makes friends. His parents VISIT since the airport isn't too far and they can plan lay-overs through it. He slowly forgets about the Heros of Gotham.

There are local Heros. They kinda suck. He keeps trying to send them notes on how to improve but somehow? They interpret it as a threat? God, they are dumb.

The trip that should have killed his parents? Never happens. Because there was an important event at the School and then CERTAIN local idiots failed to stop their telekinetic Villian from destroying all the planes. By the time his parents managed to reschedule? The local police in Haiti were desperately calling to warn them to Stay Put.

He graduates. Heads... well, he guesses "Home"? Back to Gotham. After a decade away. It's still just as Gothic, shitty, and creepy as always. His parents are out on their new dig, so? Place to himself~ Sweet.

Even if his old room is basicly untouched. Kiddy sheets and all. He'll need new everything. Which? As he pokes around? Leads him to finding his own HIGHLY Creepy? Cryptic, Possibly-Haunted, Horror Movie Notes(tm).

Baby Tim... WTF.

He remembers these. Remembers understanding them...

Does... NOT understand them now.

Huh.

He can? Sort of decipher them. Based off what he knows about himself at that age? It's "something, something, circus, something, Wayne's." And this other one just references Bats, which... kinda obvious. This is all clearly about BATman.

The question is? Does he CARE?

.....maybe a little bit.

Curse his insatiable curiosity. He collects Baby Him's creepy notes. The horror movie photographs. Starts making a list of furniture he'll need, and... Ding~ Dong~! Door? Who in gods name would be at the DOOR? Houses around here are massively spaced out.

He goes to check.

Standing there, in their work out clothes, is the unfairly gorgeous Dickie Wayne and sharply handsome young blood son, Damian Wayne. Life long neighbors. Haven't seen one of them since childhood, the other at ALL. Why are they at his house?

Hi?

Dickie is like getting hit by a semi-truck of Friendly. Tim feels an almost feline urge to hiss and bite the man to make him back off. The blood son just watchs. Sharp gaze an unfairly beautiful green, as he just? Seems to observe and consider. So, clearly no help there.

Dickie seems to think Tim is moving in? Is new? Wow. Way to be observant. Dude, the Drake's have lived next to your family since BEFORE TIM WAS BORN. We're just abroad a lot. We travel. Tim's just graduated. Is going to start his work in Drake Industries.

He gets a blank look from Dickie.

Damian at least know exactly what he's talking about. Was simply unaware that they were neighbors. Apologizes for Dickie's... He means well.

Tim has to laugh.

What a brutal kid. He likes him. They part ways. Tim doesn't notice the lingering looks or flushing cheeks, his fluffy and unguarded appearance has gotten him. Soft in a way nothing in Gotham or their lives ever is.

Tim gets to work. Modernizing the house and updating the furniture. Lots to buy and do, after all. Its exhausting. Thank god for the pool. And since it in the back, away from the road, he doesn't have to worry about all those absurd prudish drama queens he's met at the local market, getting food.

He can relax in a barely-there, string, bikini bottom. Topless. Soak in what little sun there manages to be.

Utterly entrance various Poor Bats, who are just trying to get their steps in. With so, so much soft and unmarked skin. Pretty little mosquito bite tits, the gentle curves and dips of his lounging body. Long legs, relaxed and sprawled teasingly open. Enough to torment but not enough to see.

They could never be that relaxed. Too many enemies. Too deeply ingrained to stay on gaurd. But there Tim lays, soaking up the sunshine with a drink and podcast. Utterly boneless.

A glimpse into another world. What they fight to protect. So different it... it almost become a fetish.

And it quickly does. Mentally playing house. Pretending civilian. They would go on dates and bring him flowers, they think, spying on him. Have dinners for two, cuddle on the couch, they imagine, as they break bones in the frigid rain. On and on. Them and their pretty civilian boyfriend.

The boy next door. Hallmark romances. Romantic novels. Fated encounters. Each of them framing it differently in their head. No less obsessive. Getting more by the day.

And Tim? Well, for him, things are feeling... Off(tm). His neighbors are? Weirdly friendly. He'd say cultishly friendly, but he doesn't even think they're religious. Yet his gut is SCREAMING "somethings not right here".

He can't figure out his creepy kid-self's notes. And it's starting to seem IMPORTANT. Because he HEARD that Brucie Wayne? Was a himbo. An idiot. But no one in that family reads as genuinely dumb to Tim. So why are they pretending? What are they HIDING? And??

Does it have something to do with how he keeps seeing the fuckin BATS around his house? His office? He's pretty sure they broke in. Found at least on bug. There might be cameras. He got kidnapped and like? Five! Of them showed up. FIVE.

Crowded super close to untie him, all lingering touches and predators grins.

Is he being hunted by vampires? Demons?

Bat people?!

How many times did they watch him masturbate before he realized there could be cameras!? And is he REALLY sure the shower is safe to get off in, now? It better be. He refuses to stop, just because he's being hunted by cryptids!

And off course~♡ Ivy, our Beloved. (We salute you o7) Oh dear and precious Bringer of Convenient Plot Devices. Escapes! Oh nooooo! And she was doing so well.

She hits? You guessed it! Drake Pharmaceuticals. The main branch of Drake Industries. Because a CERTAIN member of the Board has been lying about where he's been putting run-off. Like that's not a known death-sentence in Gotham. Are you KIDDING US, Geoffrey!?

Tim, bravely, tries to talk her down. Was already trying to fix other damage. WILL fix that. He didn't know. Please, Dr. Isely!

She thinks he's young and twink-y. Gives him a chance. Feeds Geoffrey to a plant. Chaos and Bats ensue.

But on no! Ivy definitely pulled the "remember. I can DESTROY YOU" card with her Chance(tm) and hit Tim with a Pollen dose. It's already been too long. Anti-agent will help, but? Ultimately not enough. Tim needs treatment.

......don't WORRY, Civilian! The Bats say with far more enthusiasm then the rightfully should, coming dangerously close to perky chirping. They are Here To Help~!

Odd, how Tim does NOT feel terribly safe, being stared down by the hungry eyes of Bat Cryptids. But also his skin feels like it's on slow fire and his insides hurt, soooo.... Make It STOP.

He's scooped up and dragged to the nap room he had set up connecting to his office. The don't stop CROWDING. Hands reaching out, stroking and touching. Gazes heavy enough to feel lewder the their hands, as they blatantly plot what they're going to do to him.

Batman, who by all accounts, is supposed to be the one to keep his various hellions in check, leading the charge. Seeming almost giddy as he carries Tim off. Gently dumps him on his napping bed.

He's surrounded.

They work together to get rid of "pollen contaminated clothing". Which is apparently everything. Hands are everywhere, making him whimper as they stroke oversensitive skin. Nightwing holding his head and neck still, plundering his mouth until he can't breathe.

Gloved hands are teasing his tits. Stroking his stomach. Holding his hands tight, to wrap it around something hard and hot. Thrusting against his palms. Legs being held open by strong hangs. Hearing Batman shift but being unable to move.

Embarrassing noises ripped out of him, back bowing, as squirming wet heat starts eating him out. Sucking, swirling, fucking in and out. None of the boys at school could EVER have come close. Tim finds himself twitching and coming apart embarrassingly fast.

Only it doesn't end.

He's never gone past one before.

The Pollens going to make sure EVERYONE gets a turn. Bruce barely holding back, while he stretchs him. The instant he decides it's enough, he's surging up, lining up and fucking himself in. Tim is utterly destroyed. Not a single Bat missing their golden chance to fuck Tim. Several times, at LEAST.

And of course? Once you have a taste of what you desire? Obsessions get so, SO much worse. A few more Pollen incidents that spring and summer? Well obviously, he's their Boyfriend now. Even if he doesn't know it.

It's all very horror movie, but the moster wants to bone you incoherent. Will Tim ever figure out the secret of the Waynes? Will he eventually be seduced by the constant, unexpected, but frankly mind-blowing dickings? Can orgasms win the day?

Who knows! Not me!

I just want them to obsess over Civilian Tim, fetishize his sexy Normal Life and hot bod, and (importantly) LOVINGLY gang bang the Timmy. He deserves to be the center of attention, you know? Get so, SO many orgasms. Be treated like a treasured princess of fuckies. Then cuddled for taking it so well, when they pounded him drooling and nearly to tears.

Give the Bats something to come home too! Their lives suck! They should have a Tim!

-🐼🐼🐼

them fetishizing civilian tim's life, growing more obsessed and voyeuristic with him!!😍😍

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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normal-internet-user · 11 months

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A gift. An offering for my wonderful @zeepziesdiary . I gift you Papa Leo content.

WHEN I'M GONE

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Summary: One of the only ways you can hear your Papa is through old files. Thank gosh Uncle Tello records everything.

Warnings: Slight angst, not much but it's there. Grief. Don't worry though, there's comfort!!

Requested: An offering to my beloved (/p)

GN Reader!

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You pulled back the curtain that would seperate your side of the room from CJ's, it was late, and you didn't want to wake him.

With a moments hesitation, you pulled your mask over your head, the device making a familiar chime as it powered on.

Using your guantlet, you selected the file you wanted to listen too, and closed your eyes as your papa's voice washed over you.

"How the hell does this thing work Donnie."

"Wait, it's on? Fffuuuu- I mean- frick."

You smiled as Papa cleared his throat, and continued.

"Hey there, birdy, if you're listening to this I guess that means you miss me."

"But, hey, I know you and Casey are fine. Because you have eachother."

"And where ever I am, I miss you too, so much."

"If you're listening to this 'cause- well, ya know."

"Then just know, I am so, so proud of you, birdy. You made it! Yay, confettii and streamers..! Youuu probably don't know what those are..."

Papa chuckled, and you giggled, you'd learned what those were yesterday from Mikey.

"Listen, my little gremlin, I gotta go now, Uncle Tello is being a bit of a diva- what do you mean you heard that? You're all the way over there!"

The sounds of banter and a low thump could be heard, then Papa shouted, "Love you, (Name)! Bubbye!!"

The recording ended, and you went to click on the next one, when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

You sat up and pulled up your mask, relaxing when you saw it was Donnie.

"Hey." you whispered, "What... are you doing here? What's up?"

"I made something for you." He whispered back, and you looked at him confused.

"Just follow me." He said, pulling you up from your bed.

Reluctantly, you allowed him to pull you along behind him. He led you into his lab, where he dropped your arm, rushing over to his desk.

He snatched up a small chip, then held out his hand, "May I see your mask?"

You hesitated for a moment then, removed the tech and handed it to Donnie. You watched as he inserted the chip into your mask, you were certainly curious.

He handed it back to you eagerly, and you took it, confused, "What does that do?"

"It upgraded your systems, now when you play an audio file, you have the option to project that same file through your mask. Kinda like virtual reality." He explained, clearly proud of himself.

"So, you mean like..." You trailed off, and clutched the mask tighter, "I can... see.. the recordings?"

Donnie nodded and you took in a shaky breath, "Thank you. I... don't know what to say, I-"

"Go test it." Donnie said, waving his hands towards the door, "Come let me know how well it works whenever you're ready."

You nodded, a small smile on your face as you speed walked out of the lab and into the main room of the Lair.

You debated returning to your and CJ's room to test it, but decided against it. Instead, you sat in a secluded corner of the room. After one last deep breath, you slid your mask over your face and selected a file.

Your mask made a ding ding! sound, and you clicked on the play button that appeared infront of you.

You gasped as Uncle Tello's lab appeared infront of you, it was exactly the way you remembered it. Down to the small, clear bowl filled with rocks on his desk.

Sitting in the chair infront of the monitors was Papa, who was talking to someone off to the side and out of frame. You turned your head in the direction Papa was speaking, and there stood Uncle Tello, back facing the camera as he worked on a small machine.

Papa turned back to the camera with a grin and you smiled back. Instinctively, you reached out for him, your hand stopping where he would be.

Your shoulders tightened and your hand dropped pathetically to your side as Papa started to speak.

"Man. I've been making alot of these huh? Can't tell if that's a bad thing."

"You better be taking care of yourself my little star child. I'm sure you are, because you're a good kid."

"It's... weird, knowing that if you're watching this, I'm not there to watch over you."

Papa smiled, leaning back in the ratty swivel chair that ususally rested at Uncle Tello's desk.

Slow tears started flowing down your face, most getting caught on your bittersweet smile before falling down your chin.

"I wish I could make these longer, birdy, but sadly, they gotta be short and sweet."

"Just know I am so so proud of you, yeah? Just take care of yourself for me. When I'm gone."

With a small wave, Papa leaned forward, and the recording ended with a soft click. Papa faded away. You pushed your mask up your face, a sob building in your throat.

This was the first time you'd actually seen him since...

Since...

Casey.

You needed Casey. Really really bad.

You stood quickly, speedwalking to your shared room. You'd tell Donnie about how well the chip thingy worked later. 'Cause boy did it work.

You hesitated for a moment when you reached Casey, but you knew that if you chose to just leave him be, and comfort yourself, he'd be more annoyed than if you woke him up.

So, you gently shook him awake, "Casey?" you muttered.

Casey blinked his eyes open tiredly, but that sleepinesz dissapeared the second he saw the tears running down your face, "What? What happened? Are you okay?" he asked quickly, sitting up.

You sniffled, shaking your head, "Nothing's wrong. Just-" your voice cracked, and Casey didn't wait a second longer to pull you into a tight hug.

"Thank you." you whispered, clinging to his shoulders tightly.

"Anytime, (Name). Anytime." he said, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

You spent a good part of the day with Casey, seeing your Papa for the first time since... well it threw you through a loop of confusing emotions.

On the one hand it brought you a comfort. One of your biggest fears up until now was that, eventually, you'd forget what Papa looked like. That no matter how hard you tried to remember you would never again invision his smile.

But, on the other hand, it was a shock. To see him so close, but not be able to reach him. It hurt. You knew that wouldn't last forever, the same feeling of hurt filled you when you first dicovered the audio files.

But now they simply brought you a comfort you'd been missing since you saved the world. This new tech would do the same.

And goodness knows you'll need that comfort.

Now that he's gone.

....................................

It's bittersweet, but this scenario has been running around in my head for SO LONG-

I based it off your little headcanons you sent me about Donnie's gifts to reader (I still have yet to answer that one, I'm getting there I swear-)

I just really needed to write this out or I probably would have lost my sanity-

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multifanhoe99 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2- Biting

Here we go with day 2!

Pairing: Chanyeol x gn! reader

Warnings: minor cheating (reader kinda flirts with Baekhyun and Sehun), nicknames (Chanyeol calls reader baby), implied foursome at the end.

=Let me know if I missed any warnings and I will put them in.=

18+ MDNI ~ Hope you all enjoy this one it's not as spicy but I am keeping it chill for now.

Everyone assumed that because Chanyeol's personality was a gentle giant it meant your intimate time with him must not be so crazy. That would be the wrong assumption because when you two are alone and things start getting hot and heavy he jumps right into his stage persona. The one that is dominating and aggressive but not in a scary way and you find that side of him very sexy. On multiple accounts, you have been known to draw that side of him out on purpose whether it be by walking around the house in one of his shirts knowing that some of the other guys would be there and pretending you forgot or those times when you would send him pictures while he's at the studio begging him to come home and give you what you wanted.

The former option is one you found yourself doing tonight. It was his weekly game night with Baekhyun and Sehun and while he was setting up you told him that you were going to shower real quick. He sent you off with a gentle kiss on the head and a light spank on the butt as you turned to leave. Little did he know you were setting another one of your traps in motion. You loved Chanyeol and really only liked to tease him there has never been nor will there ever be anyone else for you but him. That being said lightly flirting with his friends to bring out his possessive side always means a good time for you. This was the plan you would shower and then once you were done you'd put on one of Chanyeol's shirts and his favorite underwear to see you in. Black ones that really accentuated the curve of your ass just the way he likes it. After that, you would adorn Chanyeol's favorite scent the one that drives him wild the one he got for your anniversary last year. Hopefully, by then the guys will already be here and settled in playing and you can put the rest of the plan in motion.

When you were done with the first steps of your plan you walked out of your shared room to see all three boys gaming away on the couch. You were glad you had been able to time it perfectly. Now to initiate the second part of the plan. You waited to greet the other boys until their match was done. When they had won the match they high-fived and took a break to get something to drink.

"Hi, Baek! Hi Hunnie," You said giving each boy a lingering hug.

"Hey (Y/N) you look," Baekhyun said pausing and looking over at Chanyeol before continuing, "comfy."

"Yeah it was a really long day so I just wanted to come home shower and relax. I honestly forgot you guys had your game night tonight. Should I change," You asked feigning innocence.

"NO, I mean no that's alright," Beakhyun flashed his signature smile and you knew the plan was working. After saying your hellos everyone settled back into their spots. Chanyeol motioned for you to come sit in his lap but instead, you opted to lie down in the spot between him and Baekhyun with your head in Baek's lap and your legs in Chanyeol's. He gave you a confused look but that was all. You continued to sit like this and cheer them on while they played their game. Every now and then you'd compliment one of the other boys or play with Sehun's hair since he was sitting on the floor next to you. You would occasionally run your fingers along Baekhyun's arm which you knew he liked. This continued until everyone got up again to refill on drinks and snacks. At this point when you got up Chanyeol pulled you back down so now you were sitting in his lap where he wanted you in the first place and you knew you had him. "What do you think you're doing huh," he whispered in your ear.

"Nothing, I am just relaxing," you replied trying to hide the devious smile on your face.

"You like them looking at you like this? Maybe I should just take you right here in front of them so you all know who you belong to hmm," he growled, "As a matter of fact I have a better idea." He leans in closer and starts kissing behind your ear. Then he moves down your neck. The sweet kisses start turning into long sucks making big purple marks all over your neck. Just when you thought he was done you feel his teeth bite sharply into your neck. It hurts but it feels so good you can't help but let out little moans every time you feel his teeth dig into your flesh. "Shhh, baby don't be too loud or they'll hear you, or is that what you want," he says darkly before continuing what he was doing. He lays you down on the couch and moves lower to start biting at your inner thighs. This was his favorite part on you so it was no wonder he wanted to mark them up too.

It was so hard to keep quiet now with how surprisingly good it felt to have his teeth bite harshly into the sensitive skin of your thighs. You kept moaning and mewling the presence of the other two men in your house being long forgotten. That is until you hear a throat clear and Sehun's voice pipe up saying, "Uhhh, are we interrupting? Should we go?"

Chanyeol's head rises from your thighs and he laughs darkly, "No, stay I think a lesson needs to be taught. What is mine is mine and if I wanna share then I will, but you have to prove you deserve it first baby." He says the last part looking at you. This was not the intended outcome for the night but you like where it's going.

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A/N: Damn I think I got a little carried away on this one but I am not mad at it. Let me know if you'd like to see what happens afterward in a part two sometime. Also HERE is the link to the prompt list for Kinktober and here is the link to the MASTERLIST.

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So much to lose part 4 - Mean!Joel x f!Reader

Pairing: Dark!Joel x f!Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 6.5k

a/n: hope you like it and that you’re enjoying where I’m takin’ this.

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Chapter 4: Early Riser

It's earlier than usual when you wake up, disturbed by the events of yesterday. You try to fall back asleep but it proves impossible. No matter how many times you shift, rearrange your blankets or fluff up your pillows, you simply cannot go back to sleep. Your mind is already awake with vivid memories of yesterday's patrol assaulting you every time you blink.

Make me come.

Blink.

You want me to fuck that smart mouth?

Blink.

No smart mouth unless you want it fucked dumb.

Blink.

With a groan, you finally pull yourself from bed, letting your feet dangle on the edge of the mattress before finally shoving off and hitting the chilled floor. You shower and dress quickly deciding that the dining hall will be emptier, that perhaps you'll have a bit of quiet to read and eat this morning if you feel like it.

You slip your current paperback into your jacket pocket before heading out the door. Your feet crunching over the solidifying earth as you walk along the path that leads into town. It’s chilly this morning and drizzling with the droplets stinging the high of your cheekbones. There aren’t many people milling about as you near the center of town, but you know the dining hall opens at 5 am.

When you reach the dining hall you're surprised to see about fifty people inside, some chatting over their meal, others quietly chewing, some gathered around the long table with the food options. You'd assumed it would be even emptier given the hour, but it seemed you're not the only early riser in Jackson today.

You step in, shaking off the droplets that cling to your jacket. Already the dining hall is much warmer and inviting than the outside.

You hear your name being called from the far side of the room and you tilt your head to see Jennifer waving at you, backlit by the morning sun streaming in the window behind her. She looks almost angelic. You pause like a caged animal, unsure of whether or not to reply. You don’t really know Jennifer.

A few heads turn when she calls to you again, curious. You're not well known here yet, you still feel that same anxious panic at being perceived by so many eyes.

You give a half-hearted wave to Jennifer before going over to the large wood table and pull out a metal tray. With efficiency you pull one of the pre-packaged breakfasts consisting of eggs, jerky and a pancake with syrup.

You grab one of the chipped mugs beside the makeshift carafe and pour yourself a cup of the tea before placing everything on a tray.

Jennifer calls your name again, motioning for you to join her as others nearby look on. Surprised at the attention you do, feeling much like you did in high school when the popular girls deigned to speak to you, that same flutter in your stomach, the same constriction of your throat.

"Hi Jennifer," you croak as you approach.

"Hi," she says your name brightly, taking a sip of her tea before sitting across from her. "I don't think I've ever seen you here in the mornings."

"Not this early usually," you mumble. "I usually sleep in."

"Bad sleep?"

"Kinda," you say shrugging. You take a slow sip of the hot tea, hoping this will slow down her questioning. But Jennifer is just shooting that vague Mona Lisa smile at you.

"How was patrol?"

You try not to look stricken at the question. Instead you turn your attention to your eggs, stabbing at them until the yellow yolk runs over the plate.

"Was okay. Kinda boring."

Jennifer nods, and you can see that she's really just fishing. She's trying to be polite in asking you questions, but you know that how you feel about things isn't what interests her at all

"Does Joel talk much during them?"

"You want me to fuck that pretty mouth dumb?"

"No," you say with warming cheeks. "Barely at all."

You glance up to see that Jennifer has a faraway look at her eyes. Likely imagining the romantic scenario of the tall, dark and brooding Joel Miller. You want to break her illusion, inform her that there's nothing nice about a man who treats you like garbage.

But for girls like Jennifer, she'll never understand that. She won't understand that men can be cruel just as easily as they can be kind because beauty like hers is favored, even cherished.

You muse that perhaps if she was paired up with Joel and patrols that there might be the chance for a romance. That he might be taken in by her beauty and her quick smile. That he would be soft for her, perhaps even gentle. You imagine that he wouldn't cover her eyes and whisper husky vulgarities in her ear before spilling himself over her knuckles.

No, with Jennifer he'd be slow and syrupy. He'd teach her to shoot with infinite patience, his hand caressing her hip as he showed her the proper stance.

Joel isn't ugly, but he isn't the most handsome man at Jackson, nor the youngest. Jennifer could have her pick of men you think, with her angelic features and youth. It puzzles you that she'd want to pursue such a man here when in the before time she likely never would have spared him a glance.

"Can I ask what interests you about Joel so much?"

Jennifer is surprised by this question, her focus drawing back to you.

"Sure," Jennifer says with a shy smile. "I guess ever since I got here I've heard stories about Joel Miller. Joel Miller the smuggler, the expert marksman, the fighter. Then I see how sweet he is with Ellie and I think 'how can two such opposites fit into one man?' One remarkably sexy man."

You stare at Jennifer, not having expected such a thought-out explanation. She shoots you a toothy smile.

"I've seen him with the horses too. He's always so focused, so stern but gentle. Can you imagine what someone like that would be like in the bedroom?" At this she gives a small titter before covering her mouth with her hand.

You try not to look repulsed. You have a feeling you know exactly how Joel Miller would be in the bedroom. You've already had somewhat of a preview and you can't say you're impressed.

"Plus let's be honest," Jennifer adds in a voice sharper than before, less sweet around the edges. "There's not much else to do around here unless you have a hobby or you like manual labor. Studying Joel is fun."

The way she talks about him makes him sound like a science experiment. A thesis topic she wants to fuck. You think of all the men that you've seen with her in the Tipsy Bison. Has she ever really cared for any of them? Or have they all been stories, theories, puzzles to solve?

She's welcome to Joel though. Maybe if she cracks him she can share some insights.

You turn back to your breakfast, thoughts on your week ahead. You think you need to find a new hobby. Maybe you can volunteer in the nursery? Your mind drifts to Chestnut and his sweet disposition. The only good thing to come out of patrols is getting to spend time riding again. You'd forgotten how much you missed that. Maybe you could volunteer taking care of the horses?

Jennifer sighs thoughtfully to herself, drawing your attention back over to her. You realize you know so little about Jennifer aside from the fact that she does patrols and wants to fuck Joel. She’s making such an effort with you that you feel poorly for not doing the same.

"What did you do before patrols?"

"I used to be in textiles," she chews thoughtfully. "Whenever folks in town needed stuff repaired or they need tents or curtains. Kinda whatever was necessary. I still do it sometimes if they need help."

You nod, chewing your breakfast. “Why did they move you to patrols?"

"I'm pretty good with a shot. Had riding experience."

"You know how to shoot?"

Jennifer nods, smiling proudly. "Yep. Grew up with three brothers in Louisiana. They used to take me hunting. We didn't have any money so if we didn't catch anything we didn't eat, so I learned pretty quick. It's why I know how to sew too; had to make all my own clothes."

You look at Jennifer's beautiful face and delicate bone structure and are struck by how much you assumed about her. You saw her as gorgeous and charismatic and just assumed that she was a spoiled princess.

"Maybe you could teach me to shoot?" You say before catching yourself. You don't know her well enough to ask that. You barely know her at all.

"Sure," she says with a nod. She doesn't seem put off at all. In fact she's even smiling. "How about tomorrow?"

"Sure!"

All of a sudden you see Jennifer's light eyes go to the door of the dining hall. Her lashes flutter and a flush starts at her collar.

"He's here."

"Who?"

"Joel."

"He is?" You wince, immediately ducking. As if ducking your head slightly will hide you in the fairly sparse dining hall.

What the fuck is Joel doing here? He's never at the dining hall. In all your time here you've seen him maybe half a dozen times eating with everyone else and it's usually because Tommy is talking his ear off.

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Yeah." She watches the space over your left shoulder, her light eyes following his frame as he grabs something to eat. You feel your stomach flip uncomfortably. "Hey maybe you could bring up the whole patrol swap thing with him?"

"I don't really wanna bug him while he's eating," you say taking a bite of your eggs. "Plus I don't know if Joel has any control over it anyway."

If you had your choice you'd never have to interact with Joel again. You'd never go on another patrol, never have to be in his presence.

There's a certain respect people have for Joel Miller in Jackson. Not just because he's Tommy's brother, but because his reputation precedes him. Joel is known as ruthless, a killer. Never specifics, just this air of danger in whispers. And he looks the part at times. All muscles and sharp jaw. How he keeps to himself, how he always seems ready to snap into action mode.

You suppose it's Ellie that humanizes him. When people catch sight of them walking through the main part of town and Ellie is laughing and the side of Joel's mouth curls just so, it makes people remember he's a man just like them. That they've all had to do terrible things to survive.

It makes the women look longer, eyes drifting over his ruggedly handsome face, his strangely expressive eyes, his broad shoulders. It makes women like Jennifer think oh he's so strong but so loving. It fits the narrative they carry in their heads of this wounded bear who just needs the love of a good woman.

You want to laugh at every single one of them. You want to jeer at just how mislead they are because you know the real Joel Miller. Ruthless was the right word from the start.

Ellie is an outlier, a strange bit of data that doesn't make sense. It doesn't fit with how you see Joel. You don't see what he gets out of it. Ellie gets a father figure, a protector. But what does Joel get?

Nothing seems untoward between them, you feel like you would have picked up on it. So then why does he have this adopted daughter? Joel doesn't like things that make his life more difficult, you've seen that first hand. And Ellie can be difficult - loud and abrasive. You heard her frustrated with him that day in the greenhouse. And yet his eyes hold affection, even love.

You never really noticed Joel before your patrols, your thoughts were always somewhere else. You were always "away with the fairies" as you gran used to say. Daydreaming or thinking about your day and what you needed to accomplish.

Life is comfortable here in Jackson and because of that, you find it a bit terrifying. Because the years previous have not been relaxing. The years previous have been a minefield of terror.

Terror you don't let yourself think about too much. A life where death had been preferable. Death you once almost willingly walked into.

But now? You have a warm bed and a home and you wake up not plagued by nightmares as much. You can breathe and you can live and now that you have something sacred for yourself the thought of death terrifies you. There's so much to lose.

Jennifer smooths her hair, her eyes darting from her plate to Joel and back again.

"He keeps looking over here," she says in an excited whisper with a pretty pink rising to her cheeks. "Something tells me he'll be okay with the change."

You could roll your eyes at that. Of course Joel was looking over here at Jennifer. You're not surprised that he would be so easily swayed by a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

You think about denying her but then you remember how easily she agreed to help teach you to shoot. This is such a small ask on her part.

"Okay. Sure. Just a sec."

You take a studying breath before pushing yourself up from your chair. You follow her eye line behind your shoulder to see that Joel is sitting by himself on the far left of the tables. He’s wearing a dark flannel and his hair is tousled, likely from a fitful sleep like yours though you can’t imagine why he’d be upset. At least he got to come.

No one bothers him while he sits there; no one tries to chat with him as he shovels his meal into his downturned mouth. He gives off an energy that says leave me alone and all abide. Some give a passing “morning” that he nods in reply to.

On stiff legs you make your way over to him stopping just short of his elbow at the table. You shove your trembling hands into the pockets of your jeans and force a pleasant smile on your face.

"Hi Joel."

Joel lifts his eyes from his plate as if just registering your presence. You doubt that's the case though. You think that Joel pays attention to everything in his surroundings and probably saw you the second you started shuffling over.

"Mornin'."

How can he look at you so casually? As if yesterday never happened? How can his cheeks not flush with embarrassment after the lewd things he whispered in your ear?

"You got a sec?"

"Considering you've cornered me while I'm eating I think you know I do."

Asshole.

He's so fucking prickly. Even now as you try to smile politely and attempt to talk to him kindly. It makes your forced smile wobble.

Enough chit chat, down to business.

"Uh, you see that girl, Jennifer?" you subtly motion behind you. "The pretty one? She uh, she wants to be matched up with you on patrols. She told me. She's from B watch."

Joel doesn't glance where you've motioned over at Jennifer. Instead he stares icily up at you, as if the suggestion offends him. It makes you shrink back, feeling wrong -footed and desperate to fill the silence.

"I just figured cuz, well, you and I don't exactly get along..." You trail off, voice cracking as your thumb digs into the ring finger of your left hand. "Thought you might want to... well, ya know ... Switch."

Joel chews thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on your face. You shift from foot to foot feeling as if all eyes are on you. You glance around to see that no one is giving you much mind. Most are interested in their own conversations.

The only one watching you is Jennifer who pretends to drink her tea. You look back to see that Joel is still staring at you.

"She has hunting experience and she's good on a horse and... She's really pretty," you offer weakly.

He raises a brow minutely at this but still doesn't turn his gaze from your face. You feel your cheeks getting warm. You don't know why you supplied that information for him. Anyone with two eyes can see that Jennifer is pretty.

He says nothing to you. Doesn't even acknowledge what you've said before he goes back to his meal, eyes dropping to his eggs. He chews quietly, one hand resting on the table, the other gripping his fork tightly.

You stand for several seconds at his table like a chastised child, as if your penance for bothering him with this is public humiliation. Finally Joel drags his eyes slowly up your body to your face.

"Why are you still standin' there?"

Your cheeks prickle with shame as you turn away from him. You move rapidly and bypass Jennifer's table entirely, your legs carrying you out into the chill of the day and away from Joel's searing gaze.

You won’t get shooting lessons from Jennifer now. You can’t face her, can’t tell her how he talked to you. It would be too humiliating. And she’s probably furious at you for rushing away without helping her on her quest to conquer Miller mountain.

Your heart is beating rapidly in both anger and shame. You maneuver your way through the growing crowd of people in town, the late risers. You feel a hand suddenly clutch at your wrist.

"Hey!"

You glance to your left to see Ellie looking at you, eyes dancing. She loosens her grip on your wrist.

"Hey," she says saying your name again but louder. "I was hoping I'd see ya."

"Oh yeah?"

You speak tightly, trying not to snap because right now all you want to do is go home. Joel makes you feel so annoying, he makes you feel small. But Ellie does none of those things. Ellie is sweet and open and earnest.

"I wanted to know what those pop tarts were made of?"

You're touched that she remembered your conversation and you soften a bit, smiling a fraction. You wish that you did remember if only to make her happy.

"No I'm sorry," you tell her looking chagrined. "Just ate 'em, never made 'em."

"Damn."

"I'm assuming its flour and sugar and stuff you need more most pastries," you shrug. "And then icing. I'm sorry I'm not more helpful."

"S'okay,' Ellie shrugs.

She looks thoughtful and then bids you a quiet goodbye, shuffling towards the dining hall.

///

You observe that Maria hasn't been at meals since the baby was born. Not totally a shock considering it's only been two weeks. But Tommy's words cluster in your mind, compelling you to his house.

You think of your Aunt Sunny. Your favorite person from before. The aunt that sang Disney songs at the top of her lungs in the car with you. The aunt that took you for ice cream on hot days. The aunt that felt more like a sister.

The same aunt that years later tried to kill herself after her daughter was born. The aunt who was on so much medication she just stared out the hospital window when you went to visit her.

It was almost a year before she came back to herself. A year before aunt Sunny was smiling and happy again. So you knew the signs.

You arrive on Tommy's doorstep early the next morning, a handful of paper flowers ready when he opens the door. He looks surprised to see you and it's no wonder because you barely know he and Maria.

But your mind has been fixed on what's going on with Maria and you'd felt compelled to come over, your feet leading you here even though your mind tossed around whether or not it was a good idea.

"Hi there," Tommy says with a quirked smile as he opens the door to you.

"I came to see how you were all uh, holding up," you say suddenly self conscious about your presence here. "I brought these. Too cold to bring real flowers so I had to improvise."

You thrust the bouquet of various shades of pink and white into Tommy's grip. He takes them curiously, his eyes drifting to the colorful collection.

"Holy shit," he says with amusement as he takes a closer look at the bundle. "These made ‘a paper?"

"Yeah, I used to make them all the time when I was a kid," you say grinning. "Thought Maria would like them."

Tommy grins back before hollering over his shoulder. “Baby, we got a visitor."

Tommy looks back at you, inviting you inside with genuine warmth and you accept. He heads off into the bedroom and you hear a mumbled conversation behind the door.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel up for a visit,” you call out before wincing. You don’t want to force Maria to come out if she’s not feeling up to it.

“No I’m comin’!” Marie calls back through the door and you relax a fraction.

You wander into the main area of the home, marveling at how cheery and welcoming it is. Paintings of horses and landscapes are on the walls, the fireplace is roaring and you take a chair nearby, grateful for the warmth.

Moments later Maria comes padding into the room looking cheerful despite the hollow under her eyes. She's wearing a large dressing gown and her hair is freshly washed. She moves slowly, shuffling in her thick wool socks.

"Hi."

Tommy comes following with his son in his arms. Maria kisses Tommy's cheek before she comes to sit in the chair opposite you.

"Thanks for visiting," she says in a tired voice. "And for those beautiful flowers. They must have taken you forever."

"It's great to see you," you tell Maria, trying not to sound patronizing. "And the flowers are fun to make."

You'd spent hours at your kitchen table with colorful paper spread across the wood surface, making intricate little origami flowers of all varietals. You’d learned one year at summer camp, found more often in the arts and crafts tent while everyone else went off swimming and to archery.

"So this is the bundle of joy," you say as Tommy approaches, gently rocking his son in his broad arms.

"Bundle of somethin'" he laughs, looking at Maria with warmth. "Doesn't like to sleep much, does he honey?"

"Not much," Maria agrees with a soft sigh. "S'my fault. I'm not patient enough with him."

"You're plenty patient," Tommy soothes. In this light he reminds you a bit of Joel and you think it must be the curls in the hair. You try not to hold the resemblance against him.

You notice Maria doesn't look at the baby and you feel your heart hurt for her.

"I didn't wanna bug you or anything," you say, feeling strangely tongue tied. "It's just... I thought maybe you'd want someone to chat with."

Maria eyes you warily from under half lidded eyes. "Why's that?"

Panic seizes you as Tommy quirks a nervous brow. He’d told you everything in confidence an his anxiety is so palpable you feel like he’s communicating with you through his eyes; he doesn’t want to stress Maria out. He doesn’t want his already fragile wife thinking that he’s airing all their dirty laundry with a stranger.

"I just mean when Tommy's busy," you offer awkwardly, trying not to let Maria cotton onto the fact that Tommy shared anything. "I figured you might want some company then. But maybe that's just wishful thinking because I don't really know many people here yet. So really it's just me inviting myself over so I'm not lonely and I'm using the baby as an excuse."

Maria stares at you for a lingering moment before letting out a snorting laugh. Tommy smiles at this, his eyes on his wife who is chuckling at you. She leans back in her chair, her hands lacing over her still slightly swollen belly.

"You're an odd one, aren't you?"

"I guess, yeah," you say back to her with a toothy grin. You’re relieved the tension has seemed to pass. The baby makes a grunting noise in Tommy's arms, squirming to get comfortable. Maria notices you looking at the baby and a warmth passes over her features.

"You wanna hold him? I just fed him."

You haven't held a baby in decades. Not since you were a kid yourself looking at your new baby brother.

"Oh I... That's okay, I don't wanna drop him," you say anxiously.

"You won't drop him," Tommy assures with a gentle chuckle. You scoot back in your chair, nervously taking the baby into your stiff arms as Maria watches on. The weight of him is barely anything, so slight that you’re concerned he might just fly away out of your grip. Tommy goes to sit near Maria, smiling at the image of you and his son.

He's so small, milk-drunk and sleeping soundly wrapped up in a soft green blanket. He makes little grunts in his sleep and the sound makes you smile. He smells like baby powder and you can help but bring him to your face and inhale.

Life does find a way.

Through the ugly planet inhabited by all forms of depravity and monsters there is this new life, pure and hopeful. A new beginning. You can't help but feel teary-eyed as you look into his sleeping face, your finger brushing the delicate caramel skin, the full lips pouting in slumber.

"He's beautiful." You marvel at how perfect his tiny hands are, holding a miniscule finger pinched gently between your digits. You glance to Tommy across from you. "What was his name again?"

"Douglas Joel Miller," Tommy says proudly. "Douglas for Maria's dad and Joel for, well, you know."

Yeah. You know.

Your lack of a response must draw his attention because Tommy tilts his head slightly as he regards you.

"You and Joel getting along any better?"

Uh, well I made him come and he talked about fucking my mouth does that count?

You shrug, eyes still fixed on the sleeping baby. Anything that comes out of your mouth now will be a lie and you have no desire to lie to this family.

"He can be tough," Tommy says with a shake of his head. "Didn't always used to be like that."

You don't ask any follow up questions because you don't care to know more about Joel. You'd rather he not occupy your thoughts when you're not with him. And yet Ellie's face swims into your head. The sweet girl with rough edges. The outlier in your Joel Miller data.

"So is Ellie his daughter or what?"

"Kinda adopted," Tommy nods. "They've been through a lot together. Seen a lot."

That doesn't answer much but it answers enough. You nod, prepared to drop the subject.

"His daughter was killed by a soldier," Maria says out of nowhere. "I think he-"

"Maria," Tommy says harshly. "That's not your information to share."

Maria's face immediately crumples and fat tears begin to roll down her face. You've never seen Maria cry, the strong stoic woman and it takes you momentarily by surprise. Her dark eyes drift to the floor and her hands go from lacing over her tummy to fisting her eyes as she sobs.

"I'm sorry Tommy."

"No, I'm sorry," Tommy says immediately hating himself and kneeling next to her chair, taking her hand in his. "I shouldn't have snapped."

Maria is crying softly and you feel like you have to assuage their fears.

"I won't say anything," you assure them both. "That information stays here. I promise. I'll never mention it; I'll pretend you never told me."

Tommy’s pinched face shoots you a nod while Maria gives you a tight, watery smile.

"Thank you."

You and Tommy watch as she pushes herself up from the couch. She gives Tommy a kiss before turning to you, still wiping away the bits of remaining tears that have tracked down her dark cheeks.

"It was really nice seeing you. I'm a bit tired though so I'm gonna head back to bed."

"Sounds good," you nod. "Have a good rest. Maybe I'll stop by again if that’s okay?"

"Yeah I think I'd like that," Maria says over her shoulder.

You and Tommy watch her shuffle back to the bedroom and you feel that your visit should end but Tommy seems eager for the company. He offers you a tea, settling back into his chair as you continue to hold the baby only after you politely decline.

"Joel says you're good on a horse," Tommy says with a smile as Douglas gives a stretch in your arms. You watch the baby, distracted until Tommy’s words finally register with you. Joel said something about you to Tommy?

"He did?"

"Yeah, said you were a natural on Chestnut."

It's hard to imagine Joel talking about you willingly, much less praising something you've done.

"Oh, yeah." You look down at the baby, tracing his cheek with a forefinger. "I had lessons as a kid. Did a bit more riding to get here."

Tommy nods, eyeing you thoughtfully. "You still want me to see if I can find someone else to switch with you?"

Yes. Yes. Please yes.

You want to shout it from the rooftops. You don't want another minute of patrols with Joel. You can't imagine how your next patrol won't be awkward.

But then you see the lines at the corner of Tommy's eyes. You think of Maria curled in her bed with tears running down her cheeks. You think of the stress and pain they're already going through and you can't add to their burdens.

"Nah its okay," you offer quietly.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. S'fine."

Your eyes scan Douglas's placid face. Before you can help yourself you've pressed a kiss to the infant's forehead.

"I should head out," you say smiling wanly.

"Thanks for stoppin' by," Tommy says taking Douglas from your arms. And you can see in his face that he's being sincere. You can only imagine how alone he feels right now trying to navigate this.

"Any time," you tell him honestly. "I mean it."

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You'd never really noticed Joel that often before your patrols but now it's like you see him everywhere this week.

You see him walking into town nearby so you ducked into the nearest shop under the pretense of needing tampons. At breakfast (which you've never seen him at before this week) but now have caught sight of him at least 3 times. Trying to be social and going in to get a drink at the Tipsy Bison only to see Joel's familiar head of salt and pepper curls and immediately fleeing back outside.

He haunts your dreams too. Sharp teeth and fingers like claws. You don't know what the dreams are but you wake up with sweat-drenched sheets and a pounding heart.

The morning of your patrol you wake up to an especially upsetting dream. This one doesn't involve Joel but it does involve the time before Jackson.

It has you lurching out of bed and pulling on clothes under the light of the breaking sunrise streaming in your windows.

Your breath puffs in front of you as you head out into the chill of the morning, eyes puffy from lack of sleep, hair tangled from tossing all night.

But the thought of something brings you an idea of peace. Since your last patrol your thoughts have been stuck on Chestnut. You'd never considered hanging around the stables before because it always seemed to be for those with a connection to the animals. Those who brush their coats and feed them and muck out the stalls.

You yourself had taken horse riding lessons as a kid until your parents separated and suddenly there wasn't money for lessons or dance class. Your mom seeing your disappointed face each afternoon tried to cheer you up by teaching you to bake.

But Chestnut and his sweet disposition draw your feet into your boots, tugging your jacket on, twisting your red scarf around your neck as you leave early one morning.

His head is sticking out of the pen as you arrive, as if he's been waiting for you all morning. His auburn mane dances lightly in the breeze from outside. The colors catch the light, gold and burgundy twisting and shimmering in the light. Your mouth breaks into a wide grin as you approach, hand extended.

"Hello handsome," you say softly as you draw nearer. You press your forehead to his soft nose, smiling. It's all you can reach from where you stand outside the pen.

Chestnut gives a small whinny, his breath puffing in the chill of the morning.

"It's getting cold, huh?" You say, rubbing at his cheek. "Hope you're not too chilly in here."

Chestnuts baleful eyes stare out at you like glossy dark brown marbles. You see your face there, warped slightly. You look tired and worried.

He gives a small whinny, stretching his face down towards you. The pen hits him at his chest, making it possible only to touch his soft nose and head. You smile at the velvet of his muzzle, the warmth of the air huffing over your knuckles.

"I hope it snows soon," you confess, hand sliding down the white stripe between his eyes. "Makes everything feel clean."

Chestnut dips his head towards you, mouth attaching to your hand, searching for something to eat. You giggle softly at the tickling sensation of his lips grazing over your flattened palm.

"You ready for today? Hmmm? Maybe I'll sneak you a carrot if you're go-"

All of a sudden a head pops up beside the horse from inside the pen attached to a familiar broad-shouldered figure.

You're not expecting that anyone would be in here. Definitely not Joel fucking Miller. He stands next to Chestnut looking at you like you've broken into his home with an axe.

"Jesus!" You cry out, startled by his sudden appearance. "You're like a pop up book from hell!"

Joel's mouth twitches into almost a smile before pressing back into that familiar scowl.

"What are you doing in there?" You ask accusingly as if he meant to terrify you.

"Re-shoeing him for this afternoon."

"Oh."

You stand there awkwardly, feeling wrong footed for no reason, because it's Joel that should feel out of place. He was the one that took his sweet time letting you know he was there.

You glance from Chestnut back over to see Joel giving you an unreadable look, as if he's trying to figure you out. It makes you uncomfortable and you pull the jacket tighter around you.

You haven't made mention of the last patrol. Haven't felt that it was necessary. Or maybe it's that mentioning it feels humiliating. Joel must feel the same way because he's made no mention of it either. He busies himself with brushing at chestnuts withers, his eyes fixed on the large horse in front of him.

"Can't seem to shake you.”

"Didn't know you were in here," you mutter in reply, irritated that your good mood is spoiled.

You go to leave because you sure as hell don't want to spend more time with him than necessary. You already have to spend your afternoon and early evening with him. You don't want more Joel Miller in your life if it can be avoided.

"Ellie's been talkin' about you a lot," Joel says out of nowhere.

This surprises you into stopping and waiting. "Really?"

"She won't stop going on about fucking pop tarts." Joel's face is hard as he says the words. He lowers the brush in his hand and fixes you with a dark look. "You can't go talking about that stuff with her."

"About pastries?"

"The world before," Joel snaps at your flippant reply. "Ellie is impressionable. She's curious. But givin' her all that information serves no purpose."

"It makes her educated," you reason. "It's history."

"It makes her want what doesn't exist anymore," Joel fires back. "And then I have to disappoint her when I tell her that she can't experience those things."

And it hurts him.

He doesn't finish the thought but he doesn't need to. It's there in the tic of his jaw, the curling sneer of his lips. He doesn't want you telling Ellie about a life he can't provide for her. He doesn't want his adopted daughter to be heartbroken with no way for him to repair the broken pieces.

It's so human of Joel, so kind and thoughtful that your heart squeezes in your chest as you realize it. Maria's voice echoes around your mind like a whispered story. He lost a daughter.

This isn't your place to reason with Joel or try to change his mind. He's by all accounts her father and as her parents what he says goes.

"Okay."

Joel looks relieved and nods at you. You think about asking him what exactly it is that you can talk to Ellie about but you decide not to push it. You have to be on patrols with him later today and you don't want it to start on a bad note. You watch him brush Chestnut a moment longer.

"Have you ridden horses long?"

You surprise yourself with that question. It pops out of your mouth before you realize that you don't enjoy Joel's company.

You notice the way he's glancing at you in such an insouciant fashion as he fiddles with Chestnut's reins. It reminds you of Teton village and how he looked at you as you stroked him before he covered your eyes. That same casual indifference.

"Long enough."

That's better than fuck off, you decide. But you don't want to push your luck. You just nod and turn away from him, heading back into the cold morning.

"You still want that mouth fucked dumb?"

He says it in a husky murmur so quietly that it takes a moment for you to register that he was talking to you and not muttering something to the horse. When you do realize what he said it stokes something in your lower belly, fiercely hot and honeyed.

Your entire body has gone rigid at his suggestion, your shoulders drawn up to your ears. The visuals of such a request that assault you are enough to have you taking a physical step forward as you imagine it. Your eyes are blown so wide in your skull but you can't turn around and face Joel even as you answer him.

"Yes."

Before he can say anything more you rush off away from him with your cheeks flaming and heart pounding. You walk at a brisk pace feeling his eyes burning a hole in your back the entire way.

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For the 300 follower event. Can I request green with Zhongli as Rex Lapis?

"rest"

・❥・rex lapis x gn!adeptus!reader

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・❥・set in old teyvat, reader and morax are in a sort of weird soul bond situationship, half-dragon!li (i've just decided its his base form now so everyone cope), he calls reader "little one" at one point (lol?), reader has horns (that sounds so silly help), reader cries and it's kinda cinematic, (yes i am using this to heal the wounds my ex left me with because he was ashamed of our relationship thank you for asking!), this has gotta be one of my fav fics ive ever written LOL

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the world is quiet when the dragon slumbers.

at least, that's what you think.

that's what the adepti think.

the souls of the old deities that have been subdued by rex lapis calm a little when he rests. their empty shells are less vengeful, and they, albeit momentarily, no longer seek to wreak havoc on the people of liyue.

it was a simple mission you had. go to the cave, retrieve any necessary cor lapis for streetward rambler and do not disturb morax. and of course, none of the other adepti knew, but this rule was an optional one in your mind.

the others would never know of your relationship with rex lapis, which was of a deeper level than you cared to explain. the deep, intricate weaves of your two souls together were much more detailed than anyone could ever imagine, so gently and carefully tied over such a long time that they could never be undone. they were roots so deep that neither you nor him could even tell how much you needed each other.

of course, when he is resting you shouldn’t disturb him, because he needs it. he works hard to protect his people, and for this reason he should always be allowed to rest when he needs.

as the few chunks of cor lapis you carried in your bag clanked together, you entered the mouth of a cave in mingyun village. you were fully aware that this was where he would be, since you could feel his presence. but you were only here since this was where the best cor lapis could be found, right? right?

a seemingly small tunnel in the side of the cave led you straight to the sight of him. he was completely still in slumber, tail of brown scales and golden spines lay a little curved on his hoard of various gemstones and chunks of metals.

you walked somewhat slowly to him, tiptoeing your way in to the cave, only to have a look at him of course. he looked quite strange when sleeping. his aura was much more peaceful than usual.

normally, morax was calm. but there would always be some sort of troubled glint in his eyes, one that it appears only you can see, perhaps it is only for you to know of.

as you made your way to the side of the cave opposite to the opening, you could see his hair and arms glowing a little in rhythm with his breathing. from deep in his chest came soft, yet low purrs. he was at rest. however, the small smile which appeared on his lips would say otherwise.

slowly, but surely his eyelids opened, the bright amber irises previously hidden behind them meeting you as you stared at him, not even realising he had actually woken up. instead you were busy admiring his presence.

“you haven’t been here long, hm?” he spoke with a yawn, pushing himself to sit up upon his hoard. the golden surfaces of a few pieces of mora reflected his sharp features as he took a sigh.

your expression was one of pure guilt. you had only wished to see him, after all it was rare that the two of you got much time alone, but you didn’t want to actually wake him up when he was so deserving of a sleep.

“not to worry,” he smiled, “i was due to wake up in a few days anyway.” he got down from the top of the pile, ground shaking a little as he jumped, and was all of a sudden by your side. “why the long face, little one?” he asked gently, tilting his head to the side and placing a loving hand on your cheek.

“i didn’t want to wake you up” you sighed, leaning into his touch. “i did miss you, but i only wanted to see you, not disturb you.”

he moved a little closer to you, his horns slightly touching your own as he moved his forehead against yours, “you are never a disturbance to me, dear” he spoke, closing his eyes and taking a few breaths with you.

but suddenly, it hurt.

“morax…” you opened, trailing off, unsure of how to convey what you wanted to say. instead, your eyebrows knit themselves together, and completely out of your control, a single tear rolled down your cheek, losing itself slowly to the fabric of your robe after making its way down your neck.

he felt it, all of the emotions that were happening for you were making their way to him, his senses more amplified after having rested. “dear-” he said softly, voice breaking a little, hands and eyes searching your body for some sign of injury or pain, “did something hurt you, are you well?” his eyes were filled with concern for you, and somehow that made you feel worse. he stroked your cheek with one hand, the other rubbing up and down your arm. “tell me, what troubles you?” he asked quietly.

“you wouldn’t want to know,” you giggled a little, more tears suddenly escaping your face. “it is a futile complaint”

“tell me,” he said, bringing his hands to your cheeks and gently wiping away your tears, “i want to hear all of it”

you were silent for some time after that, the dim environment of the cave allowing you to lean your head on rex lapis’ shoulder, holding his hand as the other was gently stroking over your hair, and slowly massaging at the base of your horns.

“do you think we’ll ever be able to tell them?” you said, nothing more than a whisper. so quietly that if morax didn’t have such heightened senses, he wouldn’t have been able to hear it at all.

“tell who?” he said back, shoulder slightly vibrating against your cheek as he did.

“the others. do you think we can ever tell them about us?” you asked, absentmindedly staring at a single coin of mora across from you. upon its shiny surface was painted the image of rex lapis of one and his adepti. no. upon its surface was painted two people who were held in a love that had been finely crafted over centuries, each piece chiselled out like the stone of a statue.

“do you want them to know?” he asked, turning his head a little to place a soft kiss upon your head, humming a little before turning back to face his hoard, leaning his head on top of yours.

you nodded a little, closing your eyes, unsure of what to say next.

“if you want them to know then we shall tell them. i doubt they will be upset about it. after all, i am the one in charge, no?” he chuckled a little, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“you’d really tell them?” you asked, moving from the way you were sat, instead sitting up straight to look at him, holding both his hands in your own.

“if that is what you want, then of course i will. i only wish you had told me sooner.” he smiled at you, standing up and pulling you with him. your eyes shone brightly as you beamed at him, and he moved a little closer to you to ask a very important question…

“would you like to rest with me for a little while?”

you nodded, and within an instant he had whisked you to the top of his pile. he began circling around, trying to find a comfortable spot before inviting you to lay down by him, tapping on the space beside him, which was rather funny, because a few of his treasures rolled down the side of the hoard, which made him pout a little.

you keenly moved to lay down beside him, resting your head on his arm. however, there was one major problem.

“this is kind of uncomfortable” you spoke, watching his face contort from being relaxed, to confused, to relieved. through his expressions you could already tell that he had found the solution.

“here,” he yawned out, swiftly moving you to lay on his chest as he rolled on to his back. “better?”

you laughed a little, cheek against the robe which (barely) covered his chest. “much better”

he wrapped both his arms around your waist, every effort being made not to scrape you with his talons. and in this moment, that was when it hit you, more than ever before. every piece of care that he had for you and you for him, it was all for one cause…

“i love you, morax” you smiled softly, squeezing him a little.

finally, you had put words to it. after centuries, you had finally verbalised on the affection shared between the two of you. for the first time ever, you knew exactly what you felt. it was love.

it is love.

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hello, I’ve been thinking about Sokka in the finale and was wondering about your take I suppose? Or perhaps I just need to express this.

Sokka being a tactician rather than a warrior is a wonderful way to end his arc. Trusting two women who are, objectively, stronger in combat, while also being a guide & leader wow great love it.

And it’s great how he protects Toph. But I also think about how at the beginning Sokka is primed to die for Katara, and at the end he’s in the same self-sacrificial position. I don’t think this is bad writing but it kinda sucks for him lmao. His most triumphant moment is still one where it’s his job to die first.

It’s also interesting how this mirrors Zuko, who also self-sacrifices as a part of the completion of his arc. The way they’re both so willing to die is part of what makes Zukka compelling to me. But also! I wonder if Sokka would be jealous of Zuko being able to almost die for Katara.

I don’t think Sokka would think of it that way, but I can imagine his self-hate for almost letting Toph die, and then look! He wasn’t even there to die for Katara! Someone else had to do it! And maybe Zuko is a fine option if it’s not Sokka, but I don’t think its would be easy for Sokka to accept.

I don’t think he would know why he was angry, either. He’d just be mixed up with frustration and helplessness and probably concern for Zuko, too, and irritation at how stupid it was for Zuko to challenge Azula to an Agni Kai. God I hope they don’t break up over it.

okay, wow. a lot of interesting points here. i'm gonna try to respond to them in order (and number each paragraph so you can follow each point better).

1 while i would of course say that suki and toph both have unique strengths as fighters, i wouldn't discount sokka's skill either. yes, he is first and foremost a tactician who uses strategic maneuvering to win battles, and learning to prioritize his brains over his brawn is a huge facet of his arc, but crucially, he learns this first from suki, whose technique is all about strategic maneuvering against stronger opponents, and toph's fighting style is also about finding creative uses for her earthbending, instead of relying on feats of strength like the other earthbenders we see throughout the series. i would say that in this sense, toph, sokka, and suki are all quite evenly matched. they each have skills the other does not (arguably toph's skills are the most impressive, but sokka's accuracy with a boomerang and suki's little flippity flips – i.e., her abs of steel – in "the boiling rock" deserve acknowledgment).

of course, it's valuable that sokka trusts toph and suki entirely, and not solely because it reflects his implicit respect for girls as warriors (because like, we covered that at the very beginning of the series), but because it means he can overcome his control freak tendencies to delegate and trust others to be competent and succeed, which also means trusting that if they fail or choose to sacrifice themselves, it's not directly his fault (something he learns in "the boiling rock"). and of course toph and suki are probably the two people (who aren't directly related to him) he trusts, loves, and admires the most, which is what makes their team-up as a trio in the finale so lovely.

2 i actually think there's something really beautiful and poignant about the circularity of sokka's arc. as you say, it's a near-identical situation. sokka is faced down by fire nation soldiers, the only person in a position to fight back, while responsible for the safety and life of his little sister, and even though he puts up a valiant effort, he still must be saved by a third party who swoops in at the very last moment to save him before he bites it. in "the avatar returns," sokka's choice to die a martyr (in his mind) will finally fulfill his existential goal of protecting katara (which, again, in his mind, means doing for her what kya did), whereas now his existential goal is ending the war. either way, he is dying for his cause. the thing is, when aang returns to fight zuko, suddenly a new cause motivates sokka: to help the avatar. but now that the war is over, sokka's goals become less concrete. he must suddenly live past the end of his myth, which as we all know, is a perilous thing.

and as i've talked about before, i think this would motivate him to try and do everything he possibly can, because he no longer has one singular defined path, so to prove that he is worthy of existence he must now exercise control over everyone. as much as he trusts toph and suki and katara and aang and zuko (to an extent), i think his control freak tendencies would nonetheless be exacerbated by the end of the war, because instead of just imposing control on their little group to make sure they stay on schedule etc. etc., he now has the opportunity to impose control over the entire world. postwar sokka is kind of a nightmare i'm afraid.

3 i think it's important to remember that sokka doesn't really get angry, he gets guilty. unlike katara, zuko, or even aang, sokka only really gets angry if he thinks someone is incompetent and/or evil. but mostly, when he internalizes his emotions, he doesn't lash out with rage, he points that anger inwards, feels as if he is the one at fault, even if the situation was not remotely in his control. i don't think sokka would be remotely mad at zuko for what he did. he might think zuko was stupid for what he did ("couldn't katara have just run out of the way?"), but he'd also be infinitely grateful. i think sokka would be furious at zuko had the reverse happened and katara been injured in any way – oh, then he would tear zuko to pieces. but zuko risking his life for katara (although i think in zuko's mind he expected he'd be fine and that he could just redirect the lightning in midair, but he'd never admit that to anyone ever, so.) would only make sokka feel guilty that someone else had to perform his duty.

i think a big problem for sokka after the war would be that now that he has all these different paths to follow, he cannot be in every location at once (being a man means knowing where you're needed the most, but what if you're needed everywhere??? what then???), and he cannot know every single piece of information implicitly. the fact that he had to be at the airship fleet meant that he had to trust that zuko and katara would be successful in their mission. and he clearly does trust them, but i imagine there's also a part of him wracked with fear over their fates the entire time that they're split up, especially because if katara isn't okay, that means that he failed and he wasn't even there. so yeah, i think he'd feel a mix of gratitude and guilt that zuko performed his big brother duties in sokka's place. but i don't think he'd be angry at zuko.

4 sokka's self-hate for almost letting toph die is so real though. yeah "the boiling rock" teaches him to let himself rely on others and not take every single failure so personally, and suki is especially significant in that regard for how she represents someone who is sokka's peer who can rescue him but also be rescued by him. and all that, thematically speaking, is very important and lovely. but he still hates himself for not doing more. which is of course crazy, because he literally used a boomerang and threw his sword with only one working arm and a broken leg while basically hanging off a falling ledge in the sky to kill two men, but sokka is crazy, so there's no way he's satisfied upon being told that he did all he can do. his limits are his failures. and if he can't even protect his best friend, then what is he good for?

i actually think that if toph hadn't been there to ground him, he would have been less concerned with staying alive, that he only held on for so long because he wanted to keep toph alive. when sokka tells toph that "it looks like this is the end," toph, understandably, starts to cry, but sokka only really seems sad at the idea that toph is about to die. he's not crying, why would he be? this is probably how he's always imagined his own death in his wildest fantasies (yes, if katara fantasizes about revenge, sokka fantasizes about dying, you know it's true). if sokka is crucial to helping toph recognize and accept her own vulnerability, toph helps sokka stay grounded to his humanity (and obviously aang and others perform these function for both parties as well, but sokka and toph's friendship is a really beautiful, special thing). and that means that sokka is excited to be saved by suki specifically because it means that she also saved toph. but there must also be a part of sokka after the war that's thinking "in the end, zuko saved katara, suki saved toph, some giant spirit creature saved aang........ what am i even good for?" because if there's one thing sokka's brain loves to do, it's reinforce his own worthlessness.

5 "god i hope they don't break up over it" was pretty funny to me, because i honestly think that if they ever get together (and jury's still out for me on that tbh) it would take a good decade. but also i recognize that the way i "ship zukka" is different from how everyone else feels about/imagines them, so that's not really relevant here.

#would it surprise you that i do in fact think about this all the time #you guys rly love enabling me huh #asks #dejaentends #put it under the cut even though i have way longer posts i didn't add readmores to. im unpredictable im crazy idk #sokka #toph #suki #zuko #katara #katara&sokka #sokka&toph #sokkaxsuki #sokkaxzuko #(kinda)#analysis #GODDDDD..... i love.........psychoanalyzing sokka...... peeling the onion....... he has LAYERS DONKEY!!!!!

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natriae · 5 months

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Chapter 8: I've had enough

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"why did ya call me 'ere," The setter questions as he enters the apartment that reminds him of his mistakes. He slips his shoes off in the genken reminding him of the times he skipped the step because he was excited to see you.

He walks into the mute livingroom easily sensing how your presence is gone. Your photos aren't around, your blankets, or your plushies that stayed on the couch. He feels even further away from you than before. His usual cheery demeanor is lost as he turns to face Rin.

The sleepy eyed boy closes the door to his room as he turns to meet Atsumu. He looks lost. Yes Rin normally looked pretty out of it, like he doesn't want to be there, but the bags under his eyes tell a different sorry. The way he takes a deep breath before shoving his hands into his sweats. Atsumu looks to the ground over his conflicting feelings. Rintarou is his friend and he clearly feels bad, but the way he's been handling the situation makes him mad. Rin's mouth opens to speak, but his sister interrupts before he can get a word out.

"Is that Atsumu I hear?" She questions with a smile on her face. She opens the door to your bedroom... your old bedroom and runs out to him. Her arms loop around his neck as she jumps, but instead of Atsumu reciprocating. His arms hang loosely at his sides as he looks to the bland couch.

Rintarou shakes his head at his sister's behavior and drags her off Atsumu. She rolls her eyes at him a goes to sit on the couch.

"we should probably talk in private," Rin states looking into Atsumu's eyes. It's clear he doesn't want Reina to be listening. There's a tension in the air between the two siblings. Rin is clearly unhappy at her, but Reina looks unbothered as she pouts at the two.

"no," she whines, " talk here," her pout becomes bigger as she sees Rin become more pissed.

"Reina no we-"

"oh my god Rin," she cuts him off, " Atsumu Rin's my brother we're basically the same person. He shouldn't be keeping secrets from me, right?" she pleads.

"I don't have time for this," Atsumu makes clear as he sits down at the chair to the side of the couch.

Reina pats the couch, "sumuie sit here," she states as she gives a smile like she wasn't just pouting. Reina's always been a spoiled girl. Rinatarō's parents shouldn't even be called parents. Rin's childhood was spent taking care of Reina while his parents only cared about themselves. It was hard to leave her to go to Hyogo, but things could have been worse. Mr and Mrs. Suna didn't pay much attention to her. Just gave her their card and let he do what she want, and when she became to bratty she was sent off to Rin. Seeing his sister change and not being able to stop it was hard. He didn't want his friends to know about his family life so he let them have their fun with her. Not telling them the real reason she was here. It's no surpise she latched herself to the twins especially Atsumu. He was fun and he gave her all his attention, but that's the past. They aren't naive teenagers anymore. They had serious issues that needed to be dealt with. It wasn't possible for them to sit there and have fun and give her all their attention.

Rin sighs and walks over and sits right where she patted ignoring her presence over all. He has a bad feeling about this.

"Imma start since i gotta feelin' your gonna stay silent," Atsumu starts looking to the side, "why did ya say quiet. I mean what kinda friend does that?" He questions, his face showing disgust and disappointment at Rin's actions.

"I.. I so badly want to say it wasn't for complete selfish reasons, but I can't lie. Atsumu I was scared too, and I feel horrible, believe me. This is all I've ever wanted, to play volleyball, and I don't want to lose that." He sees Atsumu's mouth open to begin speaking, "but I feel horrible and looking back I should have, but I feel like im out of options." He says quietly.

"How can you be out when we've barley even tried?" Atsumu tells him quietly. The older twin manspeads and rests his elbows on his thighs. In a way to get closer to Rin.

There's silence for a moment before Reina speaks up, "If this is about y/n she didn't deserve that job in the first place," she states casually shrugging her shoulders. Atsumu's head jolts up as his thick eyebrows furrow.

"What makes you say that?" Rin asks, just as shocked as Atsumu.

His younger sister just shrugs her shoulders and says, "She always been rude, right? Her job was to take care of you guys, not be pissed at your every move". The two men stare at her not believing the words she states.

Atsumu scoffs and stands up. " 'kay, I've heard enough," he says as he starts grabbing his things shaking his head.

"sumuie come on. Nothing I said wasn't true" she whines standing up to follow him. Rin just rolls his eyes and covers his face with his hands. Her words don't stop him from putting his shoes on.

"Don't ever talk about y/n like that again. Deep down we both know you would do anything to be in her place" He says as he walks out the door. Atsumu was very aware of Reina's infatuation with him. She's nothing but a pig who will do anything for his attention.

Atsumu's phone buzzes as he gets into his car. Checking the screen there are a few messages from Osamu and one new one from Rin.

Rin:

Call me when you get home.

Osamu:

-i may have asked y/n to the gala...

-NOT TRYNA STEAL HER

Taking a deep breath Atsumu closes his phone not having time for this. Pulling out of the parking lot Atsumu questions if he should head to Onigiri Miya or Osamu's place.

Washing your face, you take a look in the mirror. The bags under your eyes are darker over the crying you did with Osamu. You really are thankful for him. It's crazy how Atsumu and him grew up the exact same way yet are so different. Leaving your bathroom you lift up the small fox phone charm Osamu had left for you. He told you to keep it for good luck, but you couldn't help but see how much it looked like Atsumu. The smug look on its face and golden-brown eyes.

Theres light knocks on your door pulling you out of your trance. You could be here this late? The coldness of the genken leaves you shivering as you open the door. Before you stood the same fox, yet his smug smile was no where to be found. His eyebrows were drawn down much like osamu, and he took a deep breath before forcing his words out.

"'S okay if I-uh comin?" His words tired as he speaks. His eyes look to the side as he attempts to force a smile onto his face. Something tells you he really needs this.

"of course you can," you say making space for him in the doorway. He slips off his shoes and mutters a small thank you. The tall man awkwardly stands in the tiny genken seemingly waiting for you to lead the way. You smile a bit as you think about how much he's adopted Sakusa mannerisms. Walking into the living room you take a seat on the old couch and pat the spot next to you.

Atsumu looks around the apartment before asking, "where's the bathroom?". It's obvious he still remembers from when he lived here, but you won't judge him. He must see it as a courtesy. Pointing to the hall the setter quickly walks and shuts the door.

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