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sevcasejay1chicago · 7 months

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Welcome home- Matt Casey x Darden!Sister

Authors note: Sorry that it’s been so long since I posted!!! It’s been a crazy few weeks and I honestly just haven’t had the motivation. This is a continuation to a story I wrote a while ago containing these two love birds.

Summary: Kelly and Stella finally bring you back home.

Warnings: NONE; possible spoilers maybe.

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You and Matt Casey kept your relationship going even through your move to Portland to be with your nephews, the Darden boys. When Matt had the weekend off, he would often fly over to Portland and help you out with whatever you needed. Sometimes, all you needed was him.

About three years later, Stella called you and told you about her engagement to Kelly. You were thrilled. You always knew that they would get married. You never knew Kelly to love someone and to be so devoted to them like he was to Stella Kidd. That woman had Kelly Severide wrapped around her finger.

When you got a call from Matt later on in the night, you were surprised to find that this FaceTime was filled with many familiar faces.

“Hey Darden!” Kelly yelled over Matt’s shoulder.

Clamoring could be heard as Jay Halstead, Mouch, Hermann, Sylvie, and a few others from intelligence and 51 tried to get in the frame to say hi. You giggled as you watched Kelly take Jay in a headlock and demand your attention. Everyone was clearly VERY drunk.

Matt chuckled as he watched the scene unfold on his end, but most of his attention was on you and your giggling self. He has never heard a sound more beautiful than your laugh or seen anything brighter than your smile.

Once Matt was able to break away, he stepped outside and sat at a picnic table far from the outdoor bar. He stared at you for a moment as you wrote something down, biting your lower lip in concentration. All he wanted in that moment was to rub the knots, that he knew were on your shoulders from stress, away and catch your bottom lip in his.

You noticed him staring after a minute or two and immediately blushed, hiding behind the sleeves of the hoodie Matt left you the last time he came out to Portland. “What?” You giggled, pushing your reading glasses up while you hid behind your hands.

Matt shook his head and chuckled. “Nothing. Nothing. You are just too damn adorable.” Matt smiled shyly at being caught, but he was also doing his best to hide what you were doing to him just by being you. “God. I miss you.” Matt breathed, leaning against the picnic table and setting his phone against the napkin dispenser to rub his hands together in an effort to warm them back up.

You smiled sweetly back at him. “I miss you too honey.” You whispered, flopping back into your pillows. “Sooooo, did Kelly ask you to be his best man?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

Matt chuckled, missing your antics. “Of course he did! Who else would be able to deal with Groomzilla?!” Matt joked, causing you to burst out laughing.

“True. True.” You said, struggling to catch your breath. “Stella asked me to be a bridesmaid, but I don’t know what things will look like around the time of the wedding, so I had to decline.” You explained, pouting slightly.

Matt hummed. “Well, I’m sure it’ll all work out. We have time.”

You nodded in thought before flipping onto your side and settling in for the night. You placed your phone on its upright charging port as you stared at Matt. “If you can, leave me on. It’ll be like I’m part of the fun.” You whispered, hiding a yawn behind your sleeve.

Matt knew you wouldn’t last much longer, so he easily agreed, standing up and carrying his phone around as he re-entered the crowded bar filled with your family.

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The day was here. Stella and Kelly were finally getting married. As far as Matt knew, you had to stay in Portland because Ben got himself into some trouble. Matt was kinda thankful for you not being here in this moment as everything seemed to be falling apart and he just knew you would be frantically trying to fix everything if you were here.

“Hey guys! A party boat just opened up and we can have the wedding there!” Cruz yelled from halfway down the block.

The wedding party all went running, eager to get there and get everything arranged. Once they arrived, Matt was pleasantly surprised and confused with how nicely the boat was decorated in line with Kelly and Stella’s wedding theme. That was, until you popped up behind him.

“Hey handsome.” You whispered, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist.

He knew those hands and that voice anywhere. He immediately turned in your arms and lifted you into his own, twirling you around. “Oh my God!” Matt yelled, chuckling as he spun you around. Once he sat you down, he swooped in to kiss you deeply. He only pulled back when he was desperately in need of air. “Wha- how?!” Matt asked, still trying to understand how you were here.

“Welllll.” You drawled out, leaning back slightly to get a better look at him. “I was really busy moving my stuff back into your apartment while you were at Kelly’s last night. Stella held her bachelorette party there while we unpacked my stuff.” You smiled, proud to have pulled one over on him.

Matt gawked at you, absolutely speechless.

“Then, when I went to start decorating this morning, I realized that the church was double booked and had this set up. Everyone helped get you here. We figured you deserved some good news after the tough year you’ve had.” You explained, smiling as everyone around you agreed.

“Plus, this is like the best wedding gift EVER. THE BAND IS BACK TOGETHER!” Stella yelled, pumping her fist in the air.

Everyone chuckled and immediately agreed.

Matt wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, burying his face in your hair. After a few moments, Matt pulled back and kissed you on the forehead before shouting, “LETS GET KIDD AND SEVERIDE HITCHED!”

As everyone began to walk to their seats or to their places, Matt pulled you into his side and gave you one more kiss. “Welcome home baby.”

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At the reception, Matt has you sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around you. “So, where are Griffin and Ben?” Matt asked, kissing the side of your head.

“So, here’s the thing.” You began, turning in his lap to look Matt in the eyes. “Griffin got accepted into Northwestern and Ben was okay with moving home with you, so I brought Ben with me and Griffin is staying on campus.” You explained, toying with your necklace as you spoke.

“Wait, so Ben is here?!” Matt asked, immediately ecstatic.

You chuckled, calming down now that the biggest secret was out. “Yeah. Griffin is at the apartment with him now. He will be staying for the night before going back to his dorm so that we can have the night out. He expects Uncle Matt’s famous eggs in a basket tomorrow morning.” You chuckle, shaking your head at the fact that Griffin remembered his favorite meal that Matt made him as a kid.

Matt beamed, kissing you on the temple. “He can have anything he wants.” Matt assured, smiling proudly at the fact that Griffin remembered things from their time together. For the first time since you left, Matt was finally content.

#one chicago #matt casey #one chicago x reader #kelly severide #fluff #matt casey x reader #stella kidd #stellaride #Darden!Sister

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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hiiiii!!!! how are you? sooooo i don't know if u are taking requests but could u write abt s/o being a sooooo excited for the last of us series and haechan not being aware of it with the prompt 35????

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff

warnings. mentions of guns and zombies

prompts. #35 “i thought you dont’t like horror games?”

note. i love this request!!!! i also freaking love the last of us, game and tv series :D i’m doing ok anon ty for asking,, i hope u enjoy this and take care <33

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haechan is sprawled out on the couch after taking a shower, occupying all the space. he’s mindlessly on his phone, tapping away in the group chat with his older members. you’re finishing up your night time skin care routine, applying your cherry flavored chapstick to your dry lips.

curse the cold weather.

you turn the light off and exit the bathroom as you make your way down the hall to the living room. haechan senses you in the corner of his eyes, turning his head to look at you.

“so sexy.” he dreamily says, eyeing you up and down as you slide your feet over towards him. you’re dressed in your usual night attire, sweats and one of his t-shirts.

smirking, you poke your ass at him, immediately regretting it when his hand makes contact with your cheek.

you hiss in pain, pouting as your rub the stinging area, turning around to do the same to him but he manages to reach over and soothingly rub your ass.

“sorry bubs,” he sheepishly smiles.

you nudge his leg with your knee. “scoot over.”

he frowns, “lie on top of me.”

you sigh, even though you know that’s what you’d end up doing anyways.

you grab your tv remote before settling yourself on top of haechan’s chest, the top of your head in the crook of his neck. one of his arms are lazily wrapped around your waist and your legs entangled with his underneath your throw blanket.

“so what’re we watching again?” he questions.

you’re trying to find the app on your home screen, you had recently bought the hbo app for your tv, solely for the purpose of the most anticipated show that came out last night that you’ve been waiting for for years. purposely ignoring your phone for any spoilers because people like you– except they’re not late– have watched it on the release date.

but you and haechan haven’t watched anything that’s new, together, so you had brought up you wanted to watch something with him tonight. since, yesterday he was busy with his friends back home.

“the last of us, it came out last night and i’m so fucking excited. it’s a post-apocalyptic survival show based off of the video game.” you excitedly, explained to him.

you finally find the app, clicking on it as you patiently wait for it to load.

“ohh, really? is it like a horror game? zombies and guns?”

you nod, “yeah, it’s a horror game. zombies and guns, yes. and there’s also clickers which is the scariest of the infected. i really hate the sound they make, you’ll see soon.”

“i thought you don’t like horror games?”

you hum, “i don’t. but i saw this youtuber that came up on my recommendation play it and then an hour later i ended up watching an entire gameplay of both the first and second game an entire night.” you laugh to yourself.

haechan gasps, “wahh, why have you never told me this?” haechan knows you have a dislike towards scary video games, but strongly more playing them than watching them.

you shrug your shoulders, “this was before i had met you. i won’t play the game though, only watch it. i’d watch you play it though if you ever play it.”

he takes a mental note. you seem to be very interested in this television adaption of a video game. so he has to look up how he can play the game later on.

“i’m excited.” haechan admits softly.

“me too.” you press play, dropping the remote on the floor in arms reach and getting cozy on top of your boyfriend as the episode starts playing.

“so? what’d you think?” you eagerly ask, sitting up on his waist in a straddling position while he’s still lying down. wanting to hear about haechan’s review on your show. you had brought this show up to haechan, knowing he’s into these kinds of shows, but anxious that he won’t enjoy since it’s an american show in english.

“even though it was just the first episode, i’m hooked. i enjoyed it baby.” he tells you honestly, smiling.

you squeal, “me too! now we have to wait a whole week.” you let out a fake sob, plopping your upper half onto haechan’s chest.

“if you got infected i would let you bite me so we can both be zombies.”

you frown, raising your head up to rest your chin on his chest. “but then we’d have no memory of each other.”

he pouts too, “oh yeah. then, you go down, i go down.” the emotional scenes from the first episode are hitting you again and haechan seems to notice so he changes the topic.

“sunday we should order pizza while watching it.” he suggests, fiddling with your soft hands.

“sundays?” you hold up your pinky in front of his face.

“sundays.” he promises.

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writingdumpster · 1 year

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the truth

pairing: Jonah Heidelbaum x reader

warnings: slight spoilers for season 2

summary: You go to visit Jonah when he's working late with his professor, but he isn't there. He has to tell you who he really is.

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Jonah walked into your apartment to see you seated on the couch watching television. It was well past midnight, and he had told you not to wait up for him. You were mad at him. He tried to ease into the conversation, not really knowing where it was going.

“Did you wait for me, baby?” Jonah asked as he came to sit beside you. You kept your eyes trained on the television, arms crossed tightly across your chest.

“Where were you tonight?” You asked, ignoring his question.

“School, with my advisor. I was helping him grade papers,” Jonah tried. You turned towards him, your lips pressed tightly together and eyes narrowed.

“Really? Because I went by your advisor’s office with the dinner I made you so I could visit you—Your dinner’s in the trash now, so I hope you’re hungry. It was your favorite,” you started. Jonah’s heart fell. He started trying to explain.

“Baby—” You kept going.

“And then I found out that not only were you not there, but you haven’t been working with him for the last two months.”

“I’m sorry—” You didn’t stop.

“But you have still been gone for the last two months. Every. Single. Night.” Your voice was firm and low. “So, where were you?” Jonah knew he was in trouble. There wasn’t a way out of this one.

“I can explain everything,” Jonah told you at once.

“What’s her name?” You asked fiercely.

“Her name?” He asked, confused.

“Whoever you’ve been sneaking off to every night. What’s her name?” Jonah shook his head.

“There’s no other girl. There’s no one, baby. There’s only you,” he told you.

“Oh, please!” You shouted, now rising off the couch. “You expect me to believe you’ve been lying to me about why you’re out so late for two months and you’re not cheating on me?”

“I’m not cheating on you, honey. I would never do that to you. I love you more–”

“You love me?!” You spit angrily. “Then why have you been lying to me? I can’t believe you proposed to me, you complete asshole!” Jonah felt like his body was being dragged into the floor. He couldn’t believe you thought he didn’t love you. He loved you more than anything. He loved you like it was the only thing he needed to survive. Jonah rose off the couch. He tried to reach out to you but you stepped away. He’d never felt worse in his life when you moved away from him. You’d never done that before. You had only ever moved closer.

“I’m going to explain everything,” Jonah said. “I promise.” He paused. “But please tell me that you know I love you,” he begged. “Please. I need to know that you know I love you.” Your lips tightened. You thought for a moment. You couldn’t lie to him. He could obviously lie to you, but you couldn’t lie to him.

“I want to hear the truth,” you said. Jonah nodded solemnly. He deserved that. He didn’t deserve your trust. He didn’t deserve anything from you. Jonah took a deep breath.

“Two years ago I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a Nazi in my house. He killed my Safta,” he started. He continued to tell you the story of how he became a Hunter. He told you about the Wolf and his grandfather. He answered every question you asked him. He told you that he was a killer. He told you every horrible thing he had done, because the horrible things he did were things that needed to be done. He even told you about the mistake he made in Spain. When his story finished he was terrified. He felt sure that this was the end. You were seated on the couch, with him standing in front of you. He watched you in anxious silence as you processed his story. Finally, you spoke.

“I want to help you,” you told Jonah. His eyes widened in shock.

“No. Absolutely not,” he replied at once.

“Why not?” You asked.

“Because it’s dangerous,” he said.

“That’s why I want to be there with you,” you told him.

“No. I want you safe from all this. I want you protected.”

“Jonah, if it’s dangerous, then I want to be with you,” you said. “I want you protected too.”

“Baby, no. I can’t let you get hurt. It’s too dangerous,” Jonah told you.

“Then I want you to stop,” you said firmly. Jonah fell silent.

“I can’t,” he told you. “It’s too important.”

“More important than me?” You asked. Jonah shook his head quickly.

“No, of course not. Nothing is more important than you,” he said. He reached out and took your hands in his. This time you let him.

“Okay, well I’m offering you a choice,” you told him. “You can let me help you,” you said. “…Or you can stop,” you finished.

“Baby…” Jonah started to protest.

“You lied to me, Jonah. About so much. Since the day we met,” you said. “And I know you love me. I know you weren’t doing this to hurt me. But you lied,” you told him.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry. I won’t stop being sorry for the rest of my life,” he said. He reached for your face and cupped your cheek in his hand. “I just can’t let anything happen to you.”

“And I can’t let anything happen to you,” you said. “I can’t let you go out there alone.”

“It won’t be safe for you, baby,” Jonah told you. “I’ve been doing this for two years now,” he said.

“Then you’ll train me,” you told him. Jonah sighed.

“Y/N…” He continued to protest.

“You can get your friends to help you again,” you said. “But you aren’t going out to hunt Nazis alone.”

“They don’t want to talk to me,” he said, dismissing the idea. You squeezed his hand.

“I still love you, Jonah,” you told him. “And I still want to be with you.”

“I love you too, baby–” He tried to begin protesting again, but you kept talking.

“But I can’t stay with you if I’m terrified that you won’t come home every night,” you said. “I need to know that you aren’t alone if you’re out there.” Jonah closed his mouth and nodded.

“You’re right,” he agreed. “I can’t ask that of you.” He thought. He didn’t want you to get hurt. That was his thought above all else. But he also knew he had a responsibility to his Safta and his grandfather and the six million Jewish people who hadn’t been offered justice.

“You don’t have to decide now, but I don’t want you going out again if someone isn’t with you,” you told him.

“Are you sure you want to help me? You really want to be a part of this? It’s not easy. You’re going to see things that nobody should see,” he told you.

“Baby, I’m proud that this is what you’ve been doing. I think it’s wonderful,” you told him. Jonah’s heart soared when you called him ‘baby.’ He had been worried that he’d never hear that word from you again. “I’m mad that you lied to me. I’m not mad that you hunt Nazis,” you told him.

“It’s just…You know how many nightmares I have,” he said. “I don’t want to put that on you.”

“You didn’t stop because of the nightmares and I understand why,” you told him. “I’ll do this with you, honey,” you assured him. He nodded hesitantly.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Okay,” he repeated. “I’ll train you. We can hunt together.” You gave him a small smile. You leaned up and kissed him. His hands went to your waist and he pulled you close. Your arms fell over his shoulders. When you pulled away your foreheads stayed pushed together.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, baby.” He pressed a quick peck to your lips. “I’m never going to lie to you again.” You chuckled.

“And all it took was threatening to leave,” you joked. Jonah smiled. You found a way to laugh no matter how bad you were feeling. It was one of the things he loved most about you.

“I’ll do anything to keep you, sweetheart. You’re the most important thing in my life. You know that, right?” He asked. You nodded.

“I know,” you said. “I understand, honey,” you said. “I really am proud of you for all of this. Everything you’ve done…I think it’s amazing.” Jonah gave you a small smile.

“You’re amazing,” he told you. You shook your head with a smile.

“Okay, sweet talker,” you said. “Now come to bed with me. I had to wait up all night because I thought my fiancé was cheating on me,” you said. Jonah smiled. You rose off the couch and followed him into your bedroom. It was only a few minutes till you were both wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“Thank you for understanding, baby,” Jonah whispered.

“Shh,” you said. “I’m sleepy, codebreaker,” you added with a smirk. You giggled when Jonah groaned.

“I never should’ve told you that,” he said. “I was so embarrassing when I first started.”

“You said you would always tell me the truth,” you said. Jonah smiled.

“Fine,” he agreed. “But I’m never telling you what happened at Booty’s 14th birthday party.”

#jonah heidelbaum x reader #jonah heidelbaum imagine #jonah heidelbaum fic #logan lerman x reader #logan lerman imagine #jonah heidelbaum

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 1 year

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Monkie Kid

season 4

episode 1

knox reaction

HECK

L- help that’s so funny i just started typing this and my youngest bro came up to me and went “shouldn’t you be watching monkie kid?” THE TIMING WAS IMPECCABLE I’M ON THE FLOORBG;SAKMF;AWLEF

ANYWAY HE’S RIGHT I SHOULD BE

I HAVE BEEN SITTING HERE SINCE EIGHT THIRTY AND IT’S ONE NOW AND EVERY TIME I THOUGHT ABOUT WATCHING I’D GET SO HYPE IT FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA IMPLODE BUT HECK IT HECK IT WE BALL, LETS ROLL I’M READY TO SCREAM AND CRY AND SOB AND WHAT THE HECK AM I GETTING IN FOR-

man i love this show this is insane

ALRIGHT

guys I haven’t even opened the file pls it’s just sitting there i’m cryiNGBG;ALAWFIAMWF

OKAY

OKAY I CAN DO THIS

(ajr bang song music) HERE WE G O

opened the file. I have accepted there’s no way i’m going to be normal about any of this

can i just say tho i’m impressed how quickly we got the english episodes season 3 was waiting months and avoiding spoilers was like walking through a minefield- wdym no i’m not stalling

HECK OKAY STARTING HERE WE GO

i have closed discord no longer distracted

OH GODS I PRESSED PLAY I;MGNSDF;LKMAFAWGBA;IOWMF

THEMESONG WTHEME SONG I’M GOINT GBDFBSALKFMA;OWIABG;IWEMF;AMF

I have

seen the theme that was shared last month but

oh man i am

i am still not normal

GUYS ITS GBSDFB;AWKMEFFL

CAN I PLS JUST

THE BEGINNING?? PLS??? THE GOING THROUGH VICTORIES THEY’VE HAD, THE LBD ONE I’M BGSDF;MAWOIEFMAF

AND NOW EVERYONE’S GOT THEIR JTTW COUNTERPARTS/PAST LIVES BEHIND THEM AND I AM MENTALLY ILL WHY IS EVERYTHING THIS SHOW DOES SO FREAKING PRETTY PLS I’M GBSDFLK;MA;GOINWFAMF AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

sorry going through it frame by frame we’ll be here a while I try and make it quick

I love how Zhu Bajie is holding a kitchen knife sir still cooks 10/10, hecking desert for Tang with ruins and HMBGSLDKFMAWEF SANDY, SANDY MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED, ALL THE SKELTONS IN THE BACKGROUND WITH HIM AND THE WILD RED HAIR DESIGN FOR SHA WUJING GIVES ME LIFE, MEI WITH THE DRAGON PALACE BEHIND HER I’M IN TEARS, AND THEN WE GET TO THE MONKEYS, AND THE SCROLL WINDING AROUND IN THE BACKGROUND I SWEAR IF THIS IS TIME TRAVEL, OR DELVING INTO SWK’S MEMORIES, OR GOING INTO THE BOOK I’M FLIPPING TABLES I HAVE SO MANY GUESSES AND I’M SURE NONE OF THEM ARE RIGHT SWK AND MAC HELLO DISASTER MONKEYS YOUR’E BEAUTIFUL HIS HAT HIS HAT I’M GONNA CRYGBLSAE;KFMAWEF

as you can see I am perfectly normal about this show LEGO Monkie Kid

lion fella looking at swk, hi you can tell the lion dude is a fave the way he’s drawn no fr literally just in the theme song he is so shaped, i’m sure he’s great but SWK BELOVED WITH HIS MONKEYS |;A;/ PLS THE SWORN BROTHERS ALL LAUGHING AND MESSING AND SWK LOOKING PASSED OUT ON THE TABLE PLS I’MGBNSDFLKAMWEO DBK’S SMILE FACING OFF AGAINST THE HELPGNDFL WITH NEZHA THERE AND AAAAAAAAAAAA MAC THERE AND AAAAAAAA

we’re cool we’re normal, i remember someone saying this was supposed to be like a filler season not so plot heavy or something, i call cap this is gonna emotionally destroy me i can already feel it

MK GETS LI’LL MECH IT LOOKS LIKE IT TELAPORTED THERE THAT MIGHT JUST BE FOR THE THEME SONG BUT THAT WOULD BE AWESOME IF HE LEARNS HOW TO DO THAT HELLO??

new outfits new outfits new outfits NEW OUTFITS NEW FITS NEW FITS NEW FITS

TANG GETTING A HAND OF HIS BUBBLE SPELL, PIGSY HYPE PIGSY HYPE PIGSY STANS WHERE WE AT, NAH I LOVE THIS DUDE SM, FATHER OF THE YEAR only Sandy could smile that brightly standing on a pile of bones and skulls i swear MY MANS WEARING HALF A SHIRT PLS BGS;LFKMAW;EOFIM

so hear me out, theory moment, all this dark looking fools with blue eyes, i swear they look like ink, ink from a book perhaps? maybe i book they get thrown into HECK IF I KNOW I’M JUST SO HYPED I SWEAR I’M SHAKING THEY HAVE THEIR WEAPONS HBGBSDF;AMWOEIMF SCREAAAMSSS fighting evil ink clones of their past lives? MK FACING OFF AGAINST MONKEY OFC I JUST AM SO FREAKING EXCITED I CANTBGL;SDFMAOI;EWFMASLKFAWOIEMKDSF

the jttw crew looks so freaking dope i love them

gosh this show’s animation is just FLYING BARK YOU HAVE MY ENTIRE SOUL NOTHING BUT MAD RESPECT AND GRATEFULNESS FOR MAKING THIS HIGH QUALITY OF ANIMATION

okay okay theme song over, i managed to have that only take up like… less space than ses 3 I’M DOING GOOD SEE GSDBFA;LKFMEWOFIAMFKLAF

okay actual episode time I’m gonna cry when i hear any of them i’mgbkl;fma;owef

oh ohhh hello hellloooooo hello mysterious swooshy beginning hiiii

OH OH

IS THIS

THIS LOOKS LIKE THE UNDERWORLD

HELLO??

ALL THE LITTLE FLOATY LIGHTS IS THIS THE UNDERWORLD??? DEATH?? HI? ????

i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal

that’s a dope fit dude, i’m biased towards sick hoods tho i will say, looks like he has like an arrow on the back of his hand whats that i feel like i’m being presumptious assigning this dude as he- OH COME ON THAT’S SO DOPE THAT’S SUCH A COOL HEBGSFLKMAIOWEJFIAMFMMF HELLO ROOM FULL OF SPINNY THINGS IS THAT THE DEATH NAME BOOK\???? AAAAA

i’m jumping ahead might not be the underworld at all i could be wrong AAAAAAASCREAMSNGBSLK;DFMAWEF

SIR THE VIOLENCE OF THAT SPIN LIKE, THE HECKING FORCE OF SOMETHING LOOKING SO EASY AND IT SHAKES THE WHOLE FLOOR IS SOMETHING ALRIGHT I’M BGDS;LFMA;OEWF

AAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

STIMMING STIMMING CHILLS I CAN’T TYPE I’M TOO BUSY STIMMINGBGFSDL;JFMA;WE SCREAMSNBSGSDKFLM SCREAMSBGSKMDFLM HELGGBBSKAMW;EF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

nice transition i love this show i’m in pieces GLOWY LETTERS ITS THEY ITS THEM WHAT DOES THIS MEEEAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

DOUBLE SNAKE

oh we have old lego people now hello gents NAH BUT THEIR BACKGROUND CHARACTER DESIGN IS ALWAYS SO FIRE

the trio of grandma’s my beloveds

PLS I CAN’T BEILEVE HOW DISGRUNTLED THIS ONE PERSON LOOKS AT BEING THROWN INTO THE AIR BGSLKF;MAWEMIF

have

kay

so so

so sooo so hey hi hello hi there i

i am smiling

so big rn sir

the grandmas mk MK

MY BOY

MY LAD

MY MAN

IT HE

I ADORE

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ITS HE

So i really love this funky monkie man, i adore him, he is serotonin, he is everything, he is so wonderful

OKAY AND THE SNAKES EXPRESSION IS SO FUNNY PLS, JUST *SWEATS* MASSIVE STAFF MY LAD IS DOING SO WELL I’MGBSDALKFMAWE

VOICE I

I NEED TO PRESS PLAY AGAIN I WANT TO HEAR HIM I WANTBG;LSDFMAWE I LOVE THIS FREAKING SHOW SOMEBDOY SEDATE ME BGDS;LFKMA;WEF

POWERFUL

HE IS BUT A LAD

HE IS T H E LAD

“GOOD MORNING LADIES”

PLS

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND PLSBGB;SDFMA;OWIEFMAWENASNGWIEMFKSMF

HIS SMILE

HISBGSLKFMAWE

GOOD MORNIGN MK

WHAT A SWEETIE

PLS

ADOPTED GRANDMAS THANK YOU

MISS LADIES GM

I’M

I’M GOING TO START SOBBING I SWEAR HE IS EVERYHTINGBFMAOIAWJE;FAGBAEFMASF

POWERFUL LAD

HE IS NOTHING BUT VIBINGBSDF;LKAMWE

SELFIE

PLS HE’S TAKING SELFIES WITH THE GRANDMAS I’M BGSLFKM;AWE

THE BLEP

PLS

PLS HE’S SO WONDERFUL I AM NORMAL ABOUT THIS CHARACTER I SWEAR

JIN AND YIN

THE LADS

nice caps mates y’all stylin this season 10/10

OH THEIR SNAKE NICE

HELPGNSLFKMWE HAS THE STAFF

STILL TAKES THE VEHICLE

WHOAH

WHAT THE

SEARPENT SHEARS

FANCY

OH THEY’RE SO FANCY TODAY

THOSE ARE MASSIVE

PLS

MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

MA’AM OF MY HEART

FIRE OF MY HEART

GIRL OF MY WORLD

WHAT WORDS BELVOED

BELOVED

SHE’S STYLIN IN A SHIP

PLS

PLS IT’S ALWAYS BREAKING DOWN

HER LAUGH

HER LAUGH IS EVERYHTINGSKFLSDMF

PRETTY NEW ROBE

OHH HELLO? HOW’D THEY GET HIS RING???

WHERE’D YOU GET ALL THESSENL;GMAWEF-

w wait

wait did they get them from monkey kings place? because if so that’d be really funnybGLKAMWEF

OKAY NAH THO THE “that we’ve SOMEHOW managed to steal” LIKE THEY DON’T KNOW HOW THEY DID IT EITHER I KNOW IT’S WRITING BUT ITS STILL SO FUNNY PLS BGS;LKFMWEA;IOFM

JUST THROWING THINGS

NOT EVEN USING THEM AS WEAPONS

JUST TOSSING THINGS

HELPGNSDLKFMWE

ESPLOSION

MEIIII

EMJIGNSFLKWEM

AAAAAAAAAAAA

CAN

I’M SO HYPE

PLS

LAD GETS A PERSONAL MECH

I’M GONNA CRY

LOOK HOW GOOD HE IS

nNICE CATCH MONKEY MAN

CAUGHT

SNATCHED

NOTHING DOING

EASY MEAL

RIP

BUGGAR

PLS

TEAM ATTACK

I’M GONNA CRY

YOU DID NOT NEED TO DESTROY THAT WHOLE BUIDLIGN PLS BGSLFMKAWE

AWAAA AAA PLLSSSS

THE CITY BEING HAPPY ABOUT HIM I’M

YES

DARN RIGHT

WONDER HOW LONG THAT’LL LAST I’M SORRYGBSF;KMAWEFMAS

SO MANY GRANNIES IN THIS SEASON AND I APPROVE

nice landing mates bG;ALKWEFM

COME ON THEIR SO SILLY AND EPIC I LOVE THEM SM MEI AND MK THE DUO EVER

get

pls its so easy

get BRICKEDBGSLKWEMF

GET BRIKED GET IT CAUSE

BRICK

ON HEAD

pls don’t kill me i’m doing my bestbG;LWAMERF;OAWEF

little groUP HUG

THE TIME FOR HUGS IS OVERGHLSKF

OH??

THEIR MANAGER????

THEIR MANAGER?????????

MK WERE U GONNA KILL THOSE SUCEKRS??

HELPGNSLFKMAWEF

IS THAT THEIR MOM OR AUNT OR SOMETHING??

DANG

AWAAA PLS

“i wasn’t ACTUALLY gonna slice and dice em i just thought we looked cool and edgy” actually your honour i adore him and he’s never done anything wrong in his life and he should get all of the hugs and money and everything in the world

MEI MY BELOVED

TAKING SELFIES

PLS

PLS THAT’S SO FUNNYGBSDFLKAWMEF

mans ready for edgy, i’m ready mei i can feel it its my emo goth girl phase

THEY HAVE PILES FOR DIFFERENT THREAT LEVELSGNSLDKFM PLS

;-;

my lad

my lad is so trauma

pls

he’s so traumatized

pls he needs therapy

I love him i’m so concernedbG;LKAWEF

SIR

SIR PLS

SHE’S CONCERENED

JUNK IN TRUNK

*looks at my bricked joke*

I can’t even judge him i do the same thing plsBGL;AKMEF

am i an Mk kinniebG;LKEWF;ONAWEIOFMWE IGNORE THAT MOVING ON WBK PROBABLYGBSL;FKMWAEF

IS HE OKAY?????

SIR????

ARE YOU ALRIGHT????

I DON’T THINK YOU ARE ALRIGHT

PIGSY

HELPGNBSLF;KMAWE

HELP I’M

PLS

PLS I’M GONANGBSADLKFMAW;EOF HEGBKLSFMEMFK WBGBS;LKDFA;WEIMF

WHEEZINGNSFKLMSDF

OH GODS WE’RE HALF DONE I’MBGBSDFLKAEW

PLS IT’S PIGSY

HE’S NOT EVEN PRETENDING TO DILVIER NOODLES ANYMROE

I’M NGONGDSLFAMOI;WEFMAFKH;GOIAWFEJE

STILL USES THE VEHICLE THO

i am

so in love with everything about this show pls

my concern for mk grows ARE YOU OKAY GOING BY YORUSELF?? ISSUES WITH THE MONKEY ?? ARE YOU OKAY?? TRUAMA AT THE MOUNTAIN?>? DEISAGREEMENTS WITH MONKEY KING STILL?? ARE THINGS AWKARD??? I’M SO CURIOUS PLS BGSLKFMAWEF PLS PLSGBSDLKFMWE

PLS DON’T STILL BE MAD AT HIIIMMMMMMMM

HE’S DOING HIS BEST MK PLS I’LL ONLY ACCEPT THIS OUTOCME IF THIS WHOLE SEASON IS JUST EXPLORING MONKEY KINGS TRUAMA ADN THEY ALL GO “OH TAHT’S WHY HE’S LIKE THIS” OKAY OKAY MOVING ON I’M PROBABLY WRONG I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCHGBSDFLKAEW

i have

to pause this

every time

i hear one of their voices

every time

W WONDERFULGBDSFLKAMWE

MONKEY

IT HE

ITS HIM

IT IS THE MONKEY EVER

THE ONE AND ONLY

THE ABSOLUTE BEST MONKEY OF ALL TIME

THE MOMST TRUAMA

SIR HAS SO MUCH JUNK PLSBGSL;FM

I am so normal you guys I’m so normal about hearing Monkey King Mei Pigsy and Mk’s voices i’m so normal bG;LAWMEF;EWAMF

aALL THE LITTLE MONKEYSNGLKSFE

HELPGNDSLFKMAWEF

NEZHA’S GONNA FLIP WHEN HE HEARS I HAVE THISBGS;LKFMAWEAKGM NOT GONNA RETURN IT? I MEAN FINDERS KEEPERS RIGHT-

OH HE STYLIN

MATE HE STYLIN MONKEY KING IN CAPES BRUH THERE AIN’T NO OTHER

I’M

PLS

HE’S SO

PLS

ITS THE MONKEY GUYS WHAT ELSE DO I SAY

ITS HIM

WHEN IW AS YOUR AGEBGLD;FMA;WEFOIMAWEF

I’M

PLS

HE’S SO

HE IS

YES

I’M

I’M SO NORMAL I LOVE HIM

SIR SEEMS A BIT DETATCHED STILL OH YEAH SAVING PEOPLE YES THAT IS A THING YOU ALSO DO I REMEMBER PEOPELGBSLF;MAKWEF AND GIVING HIM PRAISE YES, PRAISE THE LAD TELL HIM HOW GOOD HE’S DOING DESERVED PLS I’MGBSDF;LKMAWE

SWINGING YOUR BIG OL TAIL AROUND TO GET WHAT YOU WANTED-

he is

so important to me you guys I have such brainrot over this monkey pls bGLKAMWEFAF

I WAS GOING TO SAY MAKING REGRETABLE LIFE CHOICES BUT BGS;LKFMA;WEFAG;WOAIEMFAWEF

y you

kinda already done

more for this world that i ever

;-;

pls

i’m

|;-;/

|;A;/

monk e y

OH MK PLS WDYM

OH WE

WE PLAYING THE BLAME GAME ARE WE

OH THEY’RE BOTH SO TRUAMATIZED AND MENTALLY ILL

THEY BOTH NEED THERAPY SO BAD

MONKEY KING BLAMING YOURSELF FOR IT ISNT’ GONNA HELP MK STOP BLAMING HIMSELF PLS MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND WHAT THEY NEEDED ANYWAY PLS, MK IF YOU HADN’T SHOWN UP THEY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE STAFF STRAIGHT AWAY, LBD CLEARLY ALREADY HAD THE KEY THE MAYOR HAD IT, AND COME ON COME OOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MK PLS YOU GOTTA JUMP THROUGH SOME SERIOUS HOOPS TO SELF BLAME FOR THIS

i mean his teacher’s p good at doing that too it seems but BGLA;KMEF;OAWEF SHAKES THEM BOTH

YOU HECKING MENTALLY ILL MONKEYS

i adore them hanging out they mean everything to me I’m adoring how chill this starts out i feel like i’m about to be hit by a train of some kind bGLK;MAWEF

“come on bud you gotta learn to let that suff go” AND RISK LOOKING LIKE HE’S IRRESPONCIBLE AND DOESN’T CARE AT ALL LIKE YOU??? THIS IS A CHALLANGE SORRY I’M THINKING ABOUT MONKEY KINGS TRUAMA AND HOW BEING ALOOF AND LIKE HE DOESNT’ CARE HSA GOTTA BE THE ONLY WAY HE CAN LIVE WITH ALL THE STUFF THAT HE DID AND THE STUFF THAT WAS DONE TO HIM OKAY I’M NORMAL I’M NORMAL

BELIEVE ME I WASN’T ALWAYS THE EASIESTMKML

WHAT

BUT YOUR’E SO CUTE AND CHEEKY

PLS

MONKEYGBSDLFK;AW;OEFMAGH;IAOWENBG;OIWAEMF

“i know right??” PLS

PLS SIR

UR HONOUR I WILL NOW ONLY EVER DESCRIBE MONKEY KING AS CUTE AND CHEEKY /J /J /J

THE POINT IS

oh hi

hello

nah tho that’s

actually p decent advice ngl

<— number one rule is “leave it better than you found it” in dealing with everything

STILL GOTTA RECOVER FROM THE MESSUPS THO MONKEY KING

I CAN SEE WHY HE’S BEING LIGHT ABOUT IT-IS THAT THE MONA LISA BGS;JDLAKFMNA;WGB;OIAWEM;AWOEG;OIWEFGGBIO;MEF

MK HAVING TROUBLE

I’M GONNA CRY

IT WON’T

OH THAT FACE

OH NO THAT FACE HE MADE

PLS

MONKEY KING SIR

SUN WUKONG

MAN

OH MAAAAAN

THAT FACE

SERIOUSLY THIS DUDE

MAKES SUCH

SPICIFIC FACES WHEN MK ISN’T LOOKING

WHERE ITS JUST

SO MOURNFUL

AND UNDERSTANDING LIKE FEELS THAT

FLYING BARK YOU ABSOLUTE MAD LADS YOUR EXPRESSIONS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

FOREVERS A LONG TIME BUD

TRUST ME

I AM

MENTALLY UNWELL YOU GUYS

I AM SO VERY MENTALLY UNWELL

man cleaning up together ;-;

WELP

THAT’S AWKWARD

FIRST OFF CALLED IT, CALLED IT THAT THEY’D FIND SOMETHIGN WHILE CLEANING HIS PLACE I SO CALLED IT I WAS SO RIGHT

gosh that was some PANIK from mr. the king

OH MAN IT WAS SO CHILL FOR A HOT SECOND

SCREAMSGNSLDKMAWEF

OH I’M

GOTTA BREATH HANG ON I’M NOT CHILL I’M LSOING IT

YOU DID A THING

HIDING BEHIND MONKEY KING PLS

OH BOY

OH BOYYYYYYYYY

SO HANG ON

WHAT IS THISBGSL;DKFMAWE

AAAAA

WAHT IS AGHSJFLKAWEFN;GANLE;AWFKEKMLAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMS

MONKKEY KING SNATCHING HIM GETTING HIM OUT O FTHE WAY AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

OKAY OKAY

SO INK CREATURES

FROM BOOK I WAS RIGHT

SWK WHYAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMINGBNFLAMWEF

AAAAAAA

GOING THROUGH

WHAT

HOLY

WHAT THE CRAP IS

HAPPEN

OH MY GODS

OH MUY GODS WHAS I WRIGBSDLGN;WAELNMWAKEMRFWEMAIEWMGAAA

AAAAAAA

THING ABOTU IT BEING A BOKGHNSG

I’M NOT NORMAL I’M LOSING IT GUYS

ITS

ITS A BOOK OF TRUAMA I SWEAR

LISTEN TO THAT I’M LSOING IT

EVERYBODY YELLING AT HIM LBD LAUGHING WUKONG IS FROZEN ITS THE SAME CLIP FROM WHEN MEI WAS YELLING AT HIM TRUAMA MONKE TRUAMA MONKEY OH OH THIS SEASON IS GOING TO KILL ME I’M GOINT TO DIE I’M GOING TO PERSIH THISBGSLKMA;GH;OIWFMAWEOIFHA;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

TRIPITAKA VOICE SHUT THE FREKAKNDFKLWE UPPPPPP NOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMS THE BABY MONKEYS NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MK READY TO FIGHT

NOOOOO

THE

NOOOOOOOO

BBY MONKEYS

OH MAN

first of

bird guy

fire looking

that animation ??

that composition?? hot dang buddy flying bark is off the rails

secondly

SCREAMS

ITS LITERALLY A BOOK OF SWK’S WORST MOMENTS IT LOOKS LIKE, WAS I RGHT WAS I RIGHT WAS I RIGHT THERE’S NO WAY THERE’S NO WAY IW ASBGNLSAFKMAW HE’S GONNA GET PULLED IN ISN’T HE

MONKEY KINGS GONNA GET PULLED IN I SWEAR IF HE GETS PULLED IN

I’M LSOING IT I’M LOSING IT SCREAMING

SWK VS HIS TURAMA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

TEY

I’M

HOLY CRAP

HOLY WAHT THE FBGDFNKSMA;AWOEGB;OAIWEFMKMSDFKMSDF

HE GOT FREAKINGB

I’LL FIGURE OUT AND ITS CRYING

HE’S CRYINGLKFDMSF

I AM NEVER OKAY EVER A DAY IN MY LIFE I HATE IT WHEN I’M RIGH AND HE SEALED THEM IN HE SEALED HIM

OH MY FREAKINGN TRUAMA

FREE TRUAMA

FREE TRUAMA FOR EVERYBODY

inhales

I am mentally unwell

fake composed

hello good evening

I WAS FREAKING RIGHT ABOUT THE SCROLL I’M GOING TO FREAKING IMPLODE RIGHT THS SECONDHGNLKSAMDF AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SCREAMSING

FLIPPING TABLES

RUNNING AROUND

THROWING CHAIRS

RUNNING OUTSIDE

THROWING MYSELF IN THE SNOW

LOSING IT

I AM LOSING IT

I AM SBGLS;KMSBG;OWAIEMNGABGA;OWEIFNA;OEWIBHG;OAIWG;B;OUINFAOIWEBGUIONMG;OIAWEMF;AWGO;IUFN;OIDRQWEJOIJG;OAIERWJF;BG;OWAEIJFOIJEF;LMF;OERGH;OLFMAO;WEIJF;OERGJ;OERHGOA;WEIMFOWGHEWAIOMFERWOGHWAEFJOEWAIMFORIJAG;WOIR

okay so that was

sure something

that was

SURE SOMETHING

THAT SURE WAS SOMETHING HUH

THAT SURE WAS

SOMETHING

WHAT DO I DO WITH MYSELF AFTER THAT

HEKCING

SCREAMS

SWK JUST

THAT WAS A GOODBYE

THAT WAS HIMSAYING GOODBYE

SIR REALLY WENT

WELP

THINGS CAN’T LAST

NICE KNOWING YOU

STUFF ALWAYS CATCHES UP

DO WHAT YOU GOTTA BYEEE

FR THIS DUDE

READY TO DIE

READY TO SEAL HIMSELF INSIDE

WAHT LOOKS LIKE HIS NIGHTMARES AND ALL HIS WORST MISTAKES FOREVER HUH

FR HUH HIM AND HIS MONKEYS JUST GONE

AND THERE ENDS THE LEGEND OF THE MONKEY KING SUN WUKONG GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN

FREAKNBGBGBSLKF;MAWEO;IFAGB;OIAWEFM;WOIAN;SAFMLSKDFDSF

AND I HAVE TO WAIT FOR MORRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Y’all mk is so freaking traumatized the Lad needs therapy asap he just got out of a traumatizing experience and he just watched his mentor get engulfed in freaky ink and THAT

THAT

“some monsters can never change”

“you make a couple of mistakes in your life and no one ever lets you live it down”

“you’ve done more for this world that i ever have”

YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME

HIS FACE

WHEN THAT INK STUFF IS GETTING HIM

HIS FACE THE WHOLE TIME

SO IN THE THEME SONG

HE IS FIGHTING MONKEY KING

HE IS SO IN THE THEME SONG

YOUUUUU

YOU HEKCING

MONKIE CREW DIRECTIORS PEOPEL I LOVE YOU I WANT TO THROW HANDS I’M SCREAMIGNFBGFNAKWEFMAGN;OAIWEMF

THAT

oh yeah so

this season is

probably going to destroy me more than 3 did. 4 is probably going to be my favourite i’m calling it now, we’re dealing with monkey kings past trauma and depending on how its handled this will easily become my favourite welp here we go i’m ready to die bring it the heck on perishment here i come

ahem yes uh

thank you for coming to knox reacts today… uh we will be back with… more reactions when I get… more eps… in english i

all that dialogue that came out of the ink guys come on

THE MACAQUE SCREAM?????????????

THE LOOK ON WUKONGS FACE???

THE LBD LAUGH????????????

I AM

HOLY CRAPGBSESHGBWABG;WA4IEUONAEWFM

“Monkey! No violence.”

“NO!”

I’M SCREAMING

THE STREAK OF INK ON MK’S HAND FROM REACHING FOR THE MONKEYS

excuse me i need to go scream into a pillow nice having you here godspeed if you read all the way you’re as insane as i am i’m gonna go perish now or i’ll be keysmashing here all day have a good one SCREAMSBGS;LMAW;OGBWAEF

we get to see mk still having truama and trouble from the previous season you guys MONKEY KING’S PAST POPPING UP IN A MORE EMOTIONAL WAY AND YOU CAN SEE IT DANCING ON HIM PUSING HIM INTO THE GROUND MY GOOD SIR THIS IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WHAT I

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Saw You Coming

Title: Saw You Coming Summary: (Y/N) always knew one day, her past would catch up to her. When it does, the outcome is not what she saw coming. Main Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben), Reader Pairing: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut Word Count: 3681 A/N #1: Spoilers for The Boys season 3. If you haven’t watched up to the current episode and don’t want spoilers then you may not want to read this until after you’re caught up. A/N #2: I’m tagging my normal taglist. I don’t know how much Soldier Boy I will write but feel free to ignore any fics you’re not interested in.

For the last several weeks (Y/N)’s dreams were filled with the dark olive eyes of a man lost to the world. Vought had never told her exactly what had happened to America’s hero and frankly she didn’t care. All she knew was Vought was giving her an out and she took it without a second thought. For the last thirty years they left her alone as younger, stronger and ego-centric superheroes came up the chain. If people knew how those Supes were acquired there would be outrage. (Y/N) would know, she was the product of Vought’s earliest experiments.

She never wanted to have superpowers but her family was poor and they jumped at the opportunity of government money. By looking at her, you would never be able to tell she had powers and she appreciated the universe not making her life completely miserable. Since she had no flashy powers, Vought paid her family nicely and they lived a comfortable life. It wasn’t until she stopped aging at thirty-five that some began to guess there was more than meets the eye.

Apparently Vought had the same thought when they came to her in 1980 to participate in an experiment that would ultimately change her life forever. Now, it seemed the nightmare was returning and there was nothing (Y/N) could do to stop it.

The knock came on a stormy night. (Y/N) had a modest farmhouse in upper New York state. Very few people knew where she lived and even fewer visited. Looking through the small peep hole, she sighed heavily before opening the door.

“Oracle.”

“Soldier Boy.” She stepped aside knowing there was no use in fighting against him, “I knew you would come one day.”

He scoffed, looking around her home, “Still seeing the future, huh?” He continued to search as if looking for something in particular.

“I see you’re still as oblivious as ever. I don’t see the future. I piece together the most likely of outcomes with intelligence above those who think mostly with their dick.”

He looked back at her with a cocky smirk, “I see you haven’t lost that mouth of yours…”

“So, you escaped the Russians. Good on you. I think you’ll enjoy the internet. Lots of sex and cat videos. You should check it out far, far from here.” She turned back towards the door when he grasped her elbow.

“What do you know about the deal my team made with the Russians?” His gaze was hard and intimidating like the Soldier Boy she met at the Penthouse.

“Only what I heard after the fact. They were all tired of your bullshit including beating them into submission. Thankfully, the Countess never discussed it in front of me.”

(Y/N) felt the tiniest bit of sympathy for Soldier Boy hearing his team betrayed him, but they all knew if he continued on then it would have ended in World War III. Though, today’s Supes were not much better.

“I’ll deal with the rest of my team soon. Right now, I want to know what happened with you after our one night together.”

She swallowed the hard, bitter lump lodging in her throat. She tugged her arm free from him walking towards the kitchen.

“Do you want a drink?”

He chuckled, “Actually I would prefer something a little stronger…”

“Sorry, no drugs here. However, I have this cheap bottle of whiskey to offer to you.” She held the bottle out to him.

He twisted the cap off and took a long drink from the bottle. (Y/N) couldn’t help her eyes traveling down his strong jawline to his long throat. His Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp and the thick muscle straining against his skin. He was handsome, dangerously handsome, which was one weapon he knew how to use. Charming his way with a wink and a smile into many bedrooms of women and men.

Soldier Boy handed her the bottle back, “I recently found out that Vogelbaum had good results from his little experiment.”

(Y/N) took a long drink, nearly choking on it as he spoke, “Oh… yeah, your little dudes created an even douchier version of yourself. Congrats.” She held up the bottle to him, “Hey, he’s at Vought Tower, maybe go have a family reunion with him.”

“Unfortunately, we’ve met under difficult circumstances. I’m positive he’s going to put me back on ice if he gets a hold of me.” He walked further into her living room and everything clicked in her mind.

He must have talked to one of his team. If they talked and gave her location then they told him about the others in the experiment. How they all ended up pregnant. Which means he was here for their child.

“She’s not here.”

“She? We have a daughter.” His eyes brightened at that and for a split second she witnessed a bit of humanity within him.

“Had.” (Y/N) looked to the ground as shame pushed down on her.

“What do you mean… had?”

She looked up to see his jaw clenched, “Vogelbaum brought in all non-supes except for me. An experiment within the experiment to see if Supes are naturally attracted to one another. He was pleasantly delighted when you chose me.”

“I didn’t choose you because of your powers…”

She scoffed, “No, you chose me and I quote, ‘Because you wanted to fuck a chunk.”

He smirked, “Couldn’t pass up that delicious ass and titties. Regardless, get back to telling me where our child is.”

“Our powers were not compatible to produce the ultimate super baby. It did the opposite.”

His bottom lip trembled in anger, “Get. To. The. Fucking. Point.”

She gritted her teeth to keep her tears from falling. (Y/N) refused to let him see any weakness in her.

“Your super Neanderthal strength and my super intellect created a brittle child. Mentally and physically. Her bones were so fragile that you couldn’t pick her up and she had hardly any brain activity at birth. Vought took her away after a month of being alive and I never saw her again.”

She watched Soldier Boy walk towards the back sliding door with his fist shaking at his side. Suddenly, he punched the wall beside the door screaming.

“FUCK!”

“Hey! If you want to go destroy your own place or fuck anyone else’s homes then by all means please do. Don’t fucking wreck my home!”

“How could you let Vought take her! How could you give up on your child so easily!” He yelled, rage burning in his eyes and from his chest.

“Calm. Down. I saw the reports on the news about the explosion in New York City and TNT’s mansion. I’ll be damned if you’re going to blow me up. So calm the fuck down, Ben!”

He flinched at his name and closed his eyes, “Answer me then. Why did you give her up to them?”

“I didn’t exactly have a choice. You know how Edgar is and Vought. They take and give no choices. They told me that they were taking her back to the nursery so I could sleep. When I woke up, they told me that she was no longer my concern and released me.”

He rolled his shoulders back mumbling, “Fucking Vought.”

Well, they at least agreed on something, “Fucking Vought. So, now you know…” She gestured towards the door.

When his eyes met hers an electric current shot down her spine. The mischievous gleam and smirk curling on his lips. Moments began to flash before her eyes. Them squaring off toe to toe in a verbal match. Him picking her up and slamming her against the wall. The feel of his soft skin beneath her fingertips and the animalistic grunts slipping from his lips. The mind blowing orgasm that he would fuck out of her as she screamed his name.

“What are you putting together, Oracle?”

Her Supe codename brought her out of her vision, “T-That you’re going to be leaving now and forgetting all about me.”

She knew that wasn’t true and by the smug look on his handsome face so did he. He took a few steps towards her like a predator stalking its prey.

“Oh no, I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon.” He was only a couple of steps from her now, “And, I never forgot you.”

His hand brushed down her arm and she stepped back, “I’m so glad I made such an impression. Please leave.”

His tongue darted out over his lips and the memory of them on her from so long ago made her shiver. That damn cocky smile on his face made her cheeks burn with anger and embarrassment. She knew he would give in to him. He was going to fuck her and by the end of it she could put together that they would work together against Vought.

But that didn’t mean (Y/N) couldn’t make him work for it.

“After our night in the Penthouse, I would constantly dream about you. Wake up in the middle of the night, my cock rock hard and jerking off to the memory of you crying out my name.” As he stepped forward, (Y/N) stepped back, “The memory of your tight cunt squeezing around me. With the others, I jacked off into a cup…”

Her eyes snapped up to his with this new piece of information, “N-No… I heard you… them…”

He smiled, “I always had an eye for directing. Fuck, I could have made millions in Hollywood. I was watching them get fucked and I unloaded into a cup. They impregnated Danielle and the other, but you were special.”

She turned away from him, shaking her head, “I’m not. I wasn’t then and I’m not now.”

“But you are. You see…” His strong hands gripped her hips pulling her back against him, “I knew I couldn’t break you. I don’t have to be gentle because you’re solid.”

Even through his suit, (Y/N) could feel his hard cock grinding against her ass, “V gave you a mind like no other, a body thick and strong to protect it and that made you the perfect mate for me.”

“Fuck off!” She turned around pushing him away from her, “You’re a complete bigoted dick who would fuck anything that moved. I wasn’t special to you. I was a fucking toy for you to play with and use.”

A dark chuckle sliced through the moment of silence, “No, you weren’t. I thought I loved Crimson, but it was all a show that Vought created. After that night, I knew that you and I, we could rule over everything. We still can…”

“Oh hell no. I made a deal with Edgar a long time ago. I would leave the Supe world forever as long as they provide me this house and left me the fuck alone. I want nothing to do with superheroes or Vought. And I especially want nothing to do with you.”

She stepped right up to him looking him dead in the eyes, “So keep your little dreams of me, jack your cock off all you want and get the fuck out of my house.”

(Y/N)’s body was trembling as they stared down at one another. This was the moment. Right here, he was going to pick her up and slam her against the wall. Anger coursed through her veins as her body betrayed her by wanting him to do so. Thirty years of isolation had her skin crawling with the pathetic need of a man’s touch. Even if that man was a complete dickhead.

He leaned in close enough for the tips of their noses to touch, “Fine.”

To her utter shock, Soldier Boy walked past her and out the door. (Y/N) let out a shaky breath as the adrenaline coiled around her ready to snap at any moment. This wasn’t the first time her visions had been wrong. It was, however, the first time she didn’t want them to be wrong. She wanted to be by his side, she wanted to take down Vought, but most of all… she wanted him to fuck her hard.

Suddenly, her front door slammed open making her jump. Soldier Boy was barreling through, tossing his shield on the floor and unbuckling his utility belt. He scooped her up as his belt hit the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. His hard chest piece knocked the wind out of her as he slammed her back against the wall.

“Fuck!”

“That’s the plan.” He mumbled against her neck, rutting against her.

The small grunts echoing in her ear brought her back to their night in the Penthouse, “Why… Why me?”

He paused, “Because I knew you could take me.”

“Really?” She rolled her eyes, as he let her feet drop to the ground.

His glove covered hand groped her aching pussy, “Oh, I knew your pretty cunt could handle my cock just fine. That’s not what I meant…”

She cried out when he suddenly smacked her down there, “I meant you could take me. All of me. You and I could go head to head equally. You wouldn’t back down from me like everyone else.”

“Fucking hell, you get off on the disobedience of others. That’s why you push everyone to their fucking limits. You get off on knowing no one would ever live up to your expectations. You’re all kinds of fucked up.”

He smacked her pussy again, but this time he gritted her teeth from showing him just how much she was enjoying it.

“Takes one to know one. You get off on squaring off with men like me. Tell me your panties are fucking soaked right now from going toe to toe with me. Go on, tell me that your tight little cunt isn’t begging for my cock to clutch around.” He leaned in with his jaw clenched and nearly black eyes, “Tell me you’re not desperate for me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

The adrenaline coil snapped at that moment and she shoved him a foot back, “Fuck. You. Asshole. My pretty little pussy and I are not going anywhere near you or your fucking tiny dick.”

They stared at one another just long enough for her to take in a breath before their bodies collided into one another. (Y/N)’s hands were ripping the button and zipper down from his suit pants. His thick cock springing forward into her hands as she roughly stroked him. He tossed his chest piece to the ground and pulled the green fabric up over his head.

He snatched her up over his shoulder with a firm smack on her ass, “Fuck, you’re out of practice. When’s the last time you touched a cock?”

“Ten seconds ago when my hand was on yours, dipshit.”

He pulled her shorts down over her ass before letting it smack against her dining room table. Pulling her to the edge of it, he roughly spread her legs and immediately latched onto her clit.

“Fucking Christ!”

She felt him chuckle as he sucked on her sensitive clit. Waves of pleasure were already knocking her quickly towards the edge. His tongue pressed against her entrance as the sound of his boots hit the floor. When she was just ready to cum, he pulled away from her taking in a deep breath.

“Dear god, you still smell sweet as ever and taste even better.” He ran his nose gently over her before she grabbed the back of his head and grinded herself against his face.

“Shut up and make me cum.” She moaned from the moment of relief.

He smacked her hand away and stood a step back from her. She looked down to see him taking off his gloves then stroking himself. His thick fingers running over his cock made her cunt clench around nothing desperately wanting them inside of her.

“Make yourself cum and I’ll enjoy the show.”

She laughed, “Has it been so long that you don’t remember how this works?” She slid her fingers over herself then pushed two inside her tight hole, “You’re supposed to take that old dick of yours and put it here. Maybe if you remember how to use it then you can make me scream your name. Unless you rather just play with yourself.”

She slowly pumped her fingers in her moaning for effect. Honestly, all she had was her fingers or toys to make herself orgasm. In the last few years, it was too much work to even do that. There was nothing that made her desire the touch of anyone or herself. Not until Soldier Boy stepped foot into her home. Now, she felt like a horny school girl needing to be dick downed by the all-star jock.

(Y/N) quickened her pace, feeling the pressure building when Soldier Boy grasped her wrist. He held it tightly keeping her from orgasming.

“I’ll show you exactly how I remember to use my dick on you.” He stepped between her legs, rubbing his swollen head down her then slammed into her.

The sudden fullness took her breath away and pain ripped up her body. In a single moment she had never felt more disgusted and fulfilled in her life. She was allowing him to use her, hell she was egging him on. Deep down, in the parts of whatever tarnished soul she had, she knew she was with exactly who she should be.

He slammed into her again bringing out another cry from her, “Fuck!”

With each thrust he grunted at her, “This. Is. How. I. Use. It. Fucking. You. Nice. And. Hard.”

“Fuck Soldier Boy… fuck me like you mean to make me cum.” She taunted him.

He growled thrusting hard inside of her then stayed there, “I’m going to make you cum until you see stars and black out. But first, I want to hear you say it.”

“Say… what?” She panted as he snapped his hips against her, never pulling out of her.

“My name. Fucking say my name.”

(Y/N) stared up at him and it clicked in her mind. His real name. He didn’t want to hear her moaning for Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy wasn’t the one fucking her right now. In all the fogginess of her own sick need to be fucked by Soldier Boy, she missed him taking down the shield of his persona and just being a man, a human.

“Say it (Y/N). Say my name.” He snapped against her again.

She smiled, “Soldier Boy.”

He growled, rotating his hips bringing her even closer to the edge, “Say it!”

“Soldier Boy.” She moaned, gripping the edge of the table and meeting his thrust.

“Fucking hell, I’m so fucking close. Say my name!” He stopped holding back.

Pounding into her, (Y/N) could feel her own release snowballing rapidly, “Soldier Boy… oh fuck… Soldier Boy.”

“Damnit (Y/N)! Shit, I’m fucking… cumming…”

A primal cry erupted from his lips as he snapped hard into her and a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her body. Finally, she cried out his name.

“Ben! Oh fuck… Ben!”

He kept thrusting into her, “Again. Say. It. Again.”

“Ben, Ben… oh god, Ben!” Another ripple of pleasure blanketed her body.

He crushed her body back against the table his softening cock slipping out of her, “Fuck that was good. I need a cigarette.”

“None here, sorry. Now get off me you big loof. I can’t exactly breathe.”

He chuckled, lifting himself off of her and that’s when she saw it again. A small piece of his humanity that he buried underneath all the Soldier Boy shit. She cupped his cheek and brought his lips to hers.

“Not going all soft on me now, Oracle?”

“You’re the one who’s soft now, Soldier Boy.” She gently fondled his cock.

He smacked her hand away before padding over to a bag she didn’t even see he had brought with him. Pulling out gray sweats and a Giants jersey. She watched him turn into a normal looking guy and her heart fluttered.

“So, what now… Ben?” She asked, putting her shorts back on.

He still had the same Soldier Boy swagger as he walked back towards her, “Now, you get in the kitchen and make me something to eat.”

She rolled her eyes before turning towards the kitchen, “I’m only making food because I’m hungry too. Don’t think I’m doing this just for you, asshole.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Extra mayo on my sandwich.” He called out.

“You can find your extra mayo in your shriveled up ballsack, Old Man.”

His bellowing laughter made her smile as she grabbed the mayo from her fridge. After making a couple of sandwiches, (Y/N) found Ben sitting on her unmade bed and watching TV.

“Here’s your damn sandwich.” She handed him the plate which he set beside him.

Ben snatched her Dawn of Seven cup before pointing to the TV where the news was showing Homelander’s latest press rally, “So, what are we going to do about that?”

“I guess we’ll have to come up with a plan and find some others who are as dumb as us to take on Vought.”

“I have a couple of boys who may be able to help with that. They’re definitely dumb enough to join the fight.” He chuckled, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Hmm… extra mayo.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “What’s the next step, Soldier Boy?”

He flashed her a shit eating grin, “First we eat. Then we fuck. Then we take over the world, starting with Vought.”

“Hmm… seems like as good a plan as any.” She knelt between his legs stroking his dick through his pants, “Right now, I’m only hungry for one thing.”

He swallowed hard as she pulled his semi hard cock from his sweats, “Well, please don’t let me stop you from getting a shot of extra mayo for yourself.”

“Shut the fuck up Ben and let me suck your cock.”

He groaned as her took him in her mouth, “Shutting up for the cock sucking...”

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amtrak12 · 5 months

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To anyone who has been watching me flail and gnash my teeth over the past year as I write a monstrously long fanfic and maybe thought to themselves, ‘Damn, should I watch Lucifer so I know what she’s talking about?’

My answer is, NO! Bestie, I cannot, with a clear conscience, recommend the TV show Lucifer to anyone who knows me here on Tumblr. Now, if you want to learn how to utilize parallels in story telling? Then, absolutely! Lucifer is a MASTERCLASS in utilizing parallels, both visually and narratively. A++

But otherwise, you will have to do your own soul-searching and research to decide if Lucifer is worth your time. Because if I recommend Lucifer to you, then you’re going to start with episode 1 like a normal person and then you’re going to hate me because IT’S GARBAGE!

Oh, but Amber, all pilots are rough. I can just stick with it. — No, you misunderstand me. The pilot is FANTASTIC. It’s HYSTERICAL. But only if you know how the series ends. If this is your first introduction to the characters? It’s awful! I don’t know how anyone ever watched any part of S1 (except maybe the finale because the kidnapped child trope is chef’s kiss) and thought “OMG yes please, more of this”.

And I know what you’re going to say: Parks and Recreation. BUT THIS IS NOT THE SAME THING! You can absolutely skip S1 of Parks and Rec and never, ever go back and watch it, and you would be fine. You wouldn’t miss a goddamn thing.

You absolutely have to watch S1 of Lucifer. This is not a case of ‘oh the writers haven’t figured out these characters yet’. NOPE! This is 100% who these characters are at the start of their journey together. It’s crucial to understanding and appreciating their full character arcs. But it’s the start of their journey together and if they’re not a jackass (Lucifer, Dan) or sex-crazed* (Linda, babe WHAT was that), then they’re boring (Amenadiel and YEAH I’LL SAY IT Chloe^). Yes, Maze is hot, and toothless, 7 year old Trixie can do no wrong (bless that child) — BUT YOU CAN’T STICK WITH A SHOW FOR TWO CHARACTERS WHO ARE BARELY IN IT!+

[* — I don’t want to slut-shame. I am merely too aspec to relate. Also for a show about the Devil with a queer protagonist and more than one queer supporting character, Lucifer is WAY too Het (tm), but especially in S1]

[^ — Credit where credit is due: Chloe’s backstory of being a child actress who did a nude scene in a movie when she was 19 is FASCINATING. I love it because it is soooo outside of my comfort zone. I never in a million years would’ve made a character with that backstory, and for that reason, I love it.]

[+ — Watching a show for a character who’s barely in it is exactly something I’ve done in the past. It’s probably something we’ve all done at one time or another, but it’s not a sustainable business model for production companies, okay? You can’t always rely on the gays to do the work for you!]

You know what you get out of S1 if you wait to watch it last? (with spoilers — but honestly, it makes the show better. That’s my entire point in this post!)

Shouting at your screen 8.5 minutes in when the writers telegraph the end game goal of the show

General questioning where all the blue tones came from o_O (They liked ~filters~ in S1)

Having your mind goddamn BLOWN when you learn Chloe and Dan were still actually married at the start of the show. Like, WHAT?! No, I’m sorry… WHAT?!!

The horror that you were always going to feel now mixed with hysterical laughter as Linda is WAY too horny and WAY too susceptible to Lucifer’s desire power

“Did my father send you?” — DYING! DEAD! DECEASED!

Absolutely not being able to take Amenadiel seriously even for a second. Everytime you look up at his stony expression, you fall out of your chair laughing all over again

[^Amenadiel, I'm so sorry, but this does not intimidate me. I know you too well now.]

AND THAT’S JUST THE PILOT! You keep watching and you get to see Maze meet little Trixie for the first time (adorbs <3). You get to watch Maze meet Dan for the first time and IT’S SO GODDAMN FUCKING FUNNY I AM NOT EVEN JOKING! Like, if you can make it that far into the show by watching from the beginning, then it’s still funny. But TRUST ME! It’s way better once you know they’re besties and have seen Maze sob over an N*Sync shirt. I’M CRACKING UP JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!

You also get to watch Lucifer’s struggle with mortality/vulnerability already knowing how it works (already knowing how all of his powers work). Chloe says, “Oh, I want to shoot you so bad.” And you’re shouting YES, PLEASE! DO IT! DO IT! And it’s not because you’re hate-watching the show, it’s because you know he’ll bleed when she does and LUCIFER DOESN’T KNOW THAT YET! Malcolm’s about to shoot him episodes later and you’re yelling again DO IT! DO IT!!!! Because Chloe’s no where around this time and Lucifer won’t bleed but he doesn’t know that either! (And then you groan in disappointment when Malcolm walks away without shooting — and then you cheer when two seconds later the villain of the episode shows up and shoots Lucifer instead! \0/ It’s SO satisfying!)

What I’m saying is, Season 1 is incredible… but only if you add dramatic irony to it. If you’re as clueless as the characters? Then, god help you, because I wouldn’t have made it past Linda jumping Lucifer’s bones in her office during the pilot. I just wouldn’t have.

Further caveats:

If you want to watch solely for Maze/Eve — DON’T! My girl Eve is barely in the show after her S4 introduction, and she’s dating Lucifer for the majority of that season. Like Maze/Eve are incredible and perfect and integral to Maze’s overall character arc. You get to see them get married and they have such gems like “You broke my heart” / “Really? :D That’s awesome!” and “I don’t care if you die.” / “:’) That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” — LIKE BABES, THEY’RE GORGEOUS! I just wouldn’t watch 6 seasons of a show for like 1.5 seasons total of B-storyline content. I don’t think that’s really worth it but your scales may differ.

Now if you want to watch solely for Tricia Helfer…. FAIR! THAT’S FAIR! I’m pretty sure she’s what got me sucked in. Technically, that’s probably not worth it either because she’s only a regular for S2 and 3 and then guest stars in a couple of S5b episodes — but then again, IMDB confirms she was in 47 of the 93 episodes while Eve was only in 14 (FOURTEEN??? :O What do you mean?? Wasn’t she in like most of S4????? JFC no wonder it seems like she’s never around T_T) So yeah, Tricia Helfer might be worth it! She’s fabulous as both Lucifer’s mom and as Charlotte Richards! Love her!

Season 3 is both the longest and the WORST season no matter when you watch it. Unless you have some deep-seated nostalgia for Smallville, you’re going to be miserable during this season and there’s absolutely no way I can make it better for you. I am so sorry. It’s horribly paced. It has a narratively useful characterization backslide with NO TRIGGER POINT so it therefore doesn’t actually flow with the narrative after all. It has too many filler episodes which for this show, does actually ruin the pacing, and includes two miscellaneous episodes that have nothing to do with anything slotted AFTER a very massive, huge finale cliffhanger! (WHY???? @ Fox execs, PLEASE EXPLAIN!!!!!) They completely fucked up the character foil I assume they were intending because there’s no way you intended that to be a face value parallel. I refuse to accept that. And that’s before whatever the fuck their goal was with the Chloe/Pierce romance. IT WAS SO BADLY DONE IT MAKES ME RAGE!

But also we got Chloe and Linda drunkenly taking over Lucifer’s penthouse when he was out of town, and the finale scene of Lucifer shielding Chloe with his wings as they’re getting shot at which makes me FERAL, so it’s not all bad.

Speaking of Lucifer shielding Chloe with his wings, I might have an unexplored obsession with angels that is clouding my judgement of this show. :S Okay, years ago I read a Supercat AU where Kara was the devil and I was enthralled but anything else I found featuring angels just wasn’t the vibe. And then I found Lucifer and got hooked. So IDK! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#long post #but I added gifs so does that help? lol #:S #also a Supercat fic rec link at the bottom?

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heir-of-the-chair · 2 years

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What’s wrong with stranger things and umbrella academy? /gen

Okay. I knew I was gonna get this and here it is.

Stranger Things:

One of the motifs in stranger things is number tattoos on the wrists of the characters imprisoned and tortured by the bad guys. And now actual real life fans of stranger things are getting tattoos similar to these and the show’s accounts on social media have even been supporting and promoting this. Because number tattoos on wrists/arms definitely have no deep historical context that this show is copying and fans making light of. /s

Also in case that wasn’t bad enough for stranger things, s4 was shot at a nazi prison in Lithuania. Let me repeat: Stranger Things season 4 was shot at a Nazi. Prison. They used it as a film site. And if that somehow wasn’t bad enough, oh yeah by the way they’re turning it into a Stranger Things themed AirBnB where you get to your the prison and eat waffles like the characters in the show! (Yes actually.) And yeah obviously they really haven’t done anything to at least pretend that they were sorry for any of this and I know for a fact that many fans do know this but continue to watch the show anyway.

Some sources on this:

The Umbrella Academy:

This one is a lot simpler to explain but it’s very easy to miss if you don’t know the context. The antagonists of tua are a secret organization of Yiddish speaking lizard people controlling the worlds events from behind the scenes. Now if you don’t know about the antisemetic origins of like. Most conspiracy theories, then the only bad thing here seems to be the antagonists speaking Yiddish. But there’s context to this that a lot of people don’t know despite Jews having spoken about it A Lot.

Here’s the part that gets harder to explain but the short of it is there is a very famous forged document from 1903 called “The Protocols of the Elders of Zion” basically ‘detailing’ how we Jews secretly control the banks and the government and the media and history and basically the whole world because we’re evil. Starting to sound familiar?

This is also where the whole lizard people conspiracy comes from. The “lizard people” are just stand-ins for Jews, and that is while not as explicitly antisemetic as “the evil Jews are controlling the world” that is where the conspiracy theory comes from.

Last but not least, the Yiddish part. They could have had the handler speak literally any language on earth and they chose it to be Yiddish. That was an active choice made by the writers, this is a piece of media on an extremely popular platform with a very high budget. They could have had her just, you know, not speak Yiddish, but they did. A minority language associated with this same group of people that MANY PEOPLE STILL DO believe runs the world in a similar manner.

Sources for this part:

https://www.jewishexponent.com/2020/08/06/critics-say-scene-in-netflix-series-the-umbrella-academy-promotes-anti-semitic-stereotype/

(Forgive that this article deadnames Eliot Page because it was written before he came out as trans, that should not be the takeaway you get from it.)

I will say next time you have a question like this, remember that you are on tumblr, there is a search bar, you can look up “[insert piece of media here] problematic” and find stuff. I wrote this because I know people don’t generally look stuff up because it’s easier to just ask but generally the people who are pointing it out are the ones affected and these kinds of explanations are labor we do because we know no one false will. I don’t mean to sound mean about this but I stand by it.

Am I telling you to stop watching these shows? Well in my personal opinion yes, but I don’t control you, do with this information what you will. And last thing, to anyone reading this who’s thinking “but they have good queer representation!” Representation for one group should not come at the cost of harm to another.

#yeah #god that was exhausting but you’re welcome!#I know you mean no harm but google is free and I I’ve had to explain this to a lot of people #I’m sorry if I sound mean I’m not pissed at you I’m pissed at these shows and the fans who ignore the antisemetism in them.#antisemitism #antisemetism tw #tw antisemetism #jewish #the umbrella academy #tua #stranger things #st #stranger things season 4 #ask #the heir speaks

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader ; Limerence

—PT.1 (discontinued)

(series masterlist)

Covers episode two Hawkins POV

Disclaimer; I do not own these characters!! Also ⚠️!SPOILERS FOR ST4 IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT!⚠️

This story is also being updated to watt pad by the same username, it’s titled “Little Freak“ there’s a playlist and a mood board on that edition.

Summary: Y/N Henderson and Eddie Munson have been dating for quite some time. She goes to his band rehearsals and DnD games, and in return he watches from the gym doors as she cheers. However, what will happen when Eddie is the top suspect in the killing of her teammate, Chrissy?

“Babe, I understand that you can’t make it to my game tonight. Yes I know it’s and important one! You have your own thing going on, I totally get it. Alright. I love you. I’ll see you later. Bye.“

That’s all Dustin heard before he heard his sisters footsteps nearing the bedroom door. Just as he tried to cover up his snooping by swiftly running away, his sister opened the door he’d been hiding behind.

“Dustin?? Are you spying on me? Again? You know I hate it when you listen to my conversations!!!“ She said, in a scolding tone.

“Sorry... but why can’t you come to tonights DnD match???“ Dustin replied sheepishly. He’d always liked the fact that his sister came to watch him play, not having her there for the final match would severely impact his plays.

“I’m sorry Dusty, but tonights the Championship Game. I need to show up.“ She replied. “I’ll make it up to you though, whatever you want. I know you like having me there. Just say the word and you’ve got it.“ She said with a smile.

Y/N had always been a very generous person, she loved seeing her brother and boyfriend so happy, which meant she was a willing viewer of their games. In return Eddie and Dustin tried to make it to as many of her games as possible which also ended up dragging the rest of the DnD members to go along with them. They all loved her. Who wouldn’t? She was kind, loyal, and always had good snacks.

“Y/N!! STEVE IS HERE TO PICK YOU UP“ She heard her mother shout from the kitchen, Y/N always rode to school with her best friends Steve and Robin. She’d met Steve when he started hanging out with the kids, and Robin just last summer. They’d all quickly become close after the events of Starcourt, they told each other everything.

At the beginning of the school year Steve and Robin had each gotten jobs at Family Video while Y/N remained without a job. They tried to convince her to apply there, and at the moment she was seriously considering it. Steve laid on the horn while she was scrounging the room for her bag. She quickly found it and ran to the door in her cheerleading uniform. She grabbed her keys and ran out the door.

When she hopped in the back seat she joined in on their conversation about Robins girl crush, Vicki. Y/N thought they would make the cutest couple, and Steve and herself had previously theorized that Vicki did infact play for the other team. The conversation had been brought back up because Robin was scared to say something to Vicki, due to fear of rejection.

“Robin. You should totally tell her. She like super obviously gay.“ Y/N spoke up from the backseat, after being lost in thought for so long.

“Y/N you can’t talk! The last guy you asked out was totally whipped for you and you’ve been dating for MONTHS!“ Robin snapped back, earning an eye roll from the girl in the backseat. She wasn’t wrong. Steve and Robin went on bantering about love while Y/N got lost in thought once again. Not for long however, seeing as they pulled into the Hawkins High School parking lot moments later. Robin and Y/N bid Steve farewell before joining hands and walking into the gymnasium to get ready for the pep rally.

Y/N was only a cheerleader because in her freshman year she made a promise to herself that by the end of high school she would do something majorly out of her comfort zone. And that just happened to be cheerleading. Sure the girl had fought otherworldly demons and Russian spies, but she was also shy. Joining the cheer team attracted a lot of attention, that of which Y/N didn’t like. Demons and attention were almost on par of scary-ness for the girl.

That didn’t matter as her and Robin parted ways to go to their respective groups, leaving each other with a smile. Y/N was greeted by Chrissy Cunningham, the only girl on the cheer team she spoke to on a regular basis. Chrissy greeted the taller girl with a hug. When they parted they sat down and started to talk about the pep rally.

By 10:00 the pep rally was long over. Lunch block had just started and Y/N walked into the cafeteria, swiftly making her way towards the table that seated the members of the Hellfire club. She took a seat next to Eddie, whom she hadn’t seen all day.

He took a glance at the girl to his left and said “Hey Wookie.“ He’d been calling her that ever since the pair watched Star Wars together. He said the girls hair reminded him of the creatures own.

She looked at him, smirked, and replied “Hey dumbass.“ If you didn’t know they were dating, you may have thought they hated each other, with all the names they called each other, or the countless times they gave the other the finger. Though really it was just an age old joke between the two. The girl handed the boy a bag of crackers from her punchbag along with half a sandwich, as she knew he never brought lunch for himself. He dug into the newly supplied food and started up a conversation with her.

“So, h’was the rally? Sorry, I didn’t feel like going.“ He said, his mouth stuffed with food, which caused him to slur his words.

“It was fine. Jason gave some sappy speech about how much he lives Chrissy, so that’s good rank.“ Rank was something the two had come up with when they first started hanging out, it was basically just embarrassing shit they found out about people.

“I swear he’s so we-“ the boy was cutoff by Dustin and Mike coming over to the table and standing by Eddie. The latter looked up the the freshman with a brow raised, as if saying ’what could you possibly need’.

“Hi Eddie. So obviously toni-“ And the girl zoned out again. She didn’t want to hear about tonight. She didnt really need to. She went back to eating her food was Eddie sat next to her, conversing with the boys. But suddenly, he stood up which caught Y/N’s attention. She along with the rest of the people at their table looked up at Eddie while he intimidated the two boys. The girls boyfriend went on to diss almost every club in the school while telling the boys to find a replacement for tonight, or else they’d be in deep shit.

The girl grabbed Eddies arm, bringing him back to earth. She tugged on him before he hopped down from the table, moving back to his seat.

“Eds, I don’t know what he did this time, but he’s my brother and I’d appreciate if you didn’t go out of your way to scare him.“ She said with a stern voice and kind eyes.

The boy let his smirk fall for only a moment, and then replaced it, with a reassuring look and nod towards the girl. Then his eyes were back on his food, he slight reached his hand over to grab Y/Ns hand, and then he restarted the conversation with the table, keeping a loose grip on her hand the whole time.

TIMESKIP!

6:00pm. The game was bound to start soon. She had said her goodbye to Eddie around 4:00. She probably wouldn’t see him until tomorrow. She stood next to Chrissy, pompoms in each hand. The basketball team ran out.

The cheerleaders were ripping out chants to hopefully encourage the team to a win. Y/N looked around the court, trying to find the ball. When she saw it was in Lucas’ hands, a smile grew on her face, she knew him through her brother, and had thought he was pretty cool.

He ran up to the hoop, everyone in the crowd standing up to get a better view. 1 second on the clock. The ball went in. The crowd screamed and clapped. The cheerleaders pompoms could be heard rubbing together as they clapped along and cheered. All Y/N wanted to do was get out of there.

She eventually found Lucas, wished him a congratulations, and made her way to Steves car. Robin wasn’t there yet so she got the privledge of shotgun. She greeted Steve and sat down. They made idle conversation until Robin walked up to the car. She got in and the drive home started. The conversation remained mainly about Vicki and Robin, again, as they had a moment of smalltalk where Robin made the former laugh. She was so excited, it we infectious.

Y/N was dropped off first. She thanked Steve for the ride and bid both passengers goodbye for the night. She ate dinner, took a shower, did her homework, and finally settled in for the night, completely obvious to what was happening at her boyfriends trailer.

#eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson #stranger things #st4 #henderson!reader

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voxofthevoid · 4 months

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Hi Vox! Is me, werewolf anon. How you been? Hopefully feeling better from your sickness?

I took your advice and started reading "The way it follows you home" and so far it's been a fun ride! Past Gojo being jealous of Future Gojo over Future Yuji is adorable lol. Also your "Itadori sensei" seems so much more responsible than Gojo ever was! But I must admit my favorite part was Future Yuji giving the watch to Past Nanami. Even though for this Yuji, Nanami has been dead a thousand years, he still misses him so much. I thought you wrote that wistful nostalgia and pain really beautifully and I'm glad that Past Nanami understood how significant this gesture was. Good job! I'm looking forward to you finishing the rest!

And I usually don't wade into ship discourse because I find it exhausting but I read you've been getting some negativity and I'm so sorry to hear that. I truly don't understand why people want to invest that much time and energy into shitting on other people's likes when they can just focus on what they like. The tags are RIGHT THERE. The back button is RIGHT THERE. It's the reader's responsibility to set their own boundaries. The whole point of AO3 caters to that.

Also I really appreciate how THOROUGHLY you tag. You even expand on the author notes. So these haters literally have no excuse! For example, I tend to stay away Noncon and am selective about dubcon. I'm really grateful the care you put into first warning the readers because then I can make my own choice if I am in a headspace to read it.

And I want to emphasize that I think you should write whatever the hell you want because it's YOUR space. Just like it's MY job to create the online experience I want.

THAT BEING SAID...you are definitely the author I go: "Hmm...I usually don't read fics with this tag but I'll try it because it's Vox." 😂 Like the captured mermaid Bucky fic. Oooh yeah I definitely did a thousand yard stare after to process that one lol! But I love how your fics help me get out of my comfort zone and explore in the safety of fiction. And no surprise, I've loved every single one.

So what I'm trying to say is, you do you. I think there's many readers who are grateful for all your hard work.

Here's a token of my appreciation. It's not much but hopefully it puts a smile on your face. Once again cursing Tumblr for being unable to attach an image file on anon asks! Take care!

https://u.cubeupload.com/Anon9000/Xu1nOV.png

Hello there!

Ahh, I’m glad you’re liking that fic so far! It’s close to the end. Penultimate chapter will go up in a few hours, and the final chapter will be out in Feb, the cosmos willing. Gojou reacting to his own self entertains me endlessly, so I keep writing it. Two versions of that…very loud personality existing at the same time in each other’s vicinity would have one hell of a blast radius, and putting Yuuji squarely in it is one of my favorite things to do in JJK. And I do write Yuuji as a more responsible teacher than Gojou, true! But you can guess that his decency and restraint rarely last.

Not over Nanami’s death yet, huh? Mood though 🍻 It’s great to know that was your favorite scene! And I'm glad the emotional elements came through well.

Stay safely out of ship discourse, my friend. It ain’t worth it. It tends to come find me, but ah well. In JJK, it’s not even ship discourse that keeps haunting me; it’s fucking top–bottom discourse. I haven’t run into anyone pissy about my choice of Le Problematique ships yet (and I sure hope it stays that way). And top/bottom is one of the few things I don’t tag, solely because several instances of hypocrisy in general fandom pissed me off and I’m spiteful on a good day, but it’s also not something that’s hard to figure out. Those familiar with me know I stick to a single dynamic, and others will learn. Otherwise, there’s trusty CTRL+F. That all aside, I’m glad you like my tagging practices! I try to make it so that those who want spoilers/warnings will be able to access them, while those who don’t can hide the additional tags and ignore my drop-down warnings.

I did do a double-take when you said you tend to avoid noncon and then name-dropped the captive mer!Bucky fic—but in a good way! I can’t tell you how wonderful—that’s not a strong enough word, really—it is to know my fics can be that kind of a safe exploration for you. That’s hands-down one of the greatest compliments I’ll ever hear about my stories 💗

And don’t worry, I’ve mostly found very lovely people in fandom. JJK is a little more obnoxious about certain things than I’m used to, but the vast majority of my readers and fellow fans are kind, supportive, and delightful. I’m prone to getting pretty pissed off when assholes pop up in my inbox, but it usually leaves me ten times as determined to keep doing my thing.

I LOVE THAT YUUJI! Holy shit, he’s adorable. I want to pinch his cheeks and also eat him 🥺

I've saved that to my fanart folder for future pick-me-ups. Thank you so much! You’re a sweetheart 💗

#werewolf anon #i love my anons #anon

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galactic-pirates · 1 year

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Nobody probably noticed that I didn’t ramble about Picard last Friday. Honestly I didn’t have the spoons and also honestly I just really didn’t care.

I think that was a situation where being less than halfway through TNG meant I didn’t have a stake in things. There was clearly an emotional callback with the guest character that I just had no context for.

BUT

Actually I think that is a sort of useful perspective? As without that nostalgia trip (as I only know what I read on wiki afterwards) I can tell you the episode made very little impact. It was like a non-episode.

I’m not sure do I still have to do spoilers? I guess it’s been less than a week, so warning.

The Worf and Raffi interaction was the highlight. Just give me a show of Raffi being badass snarky undercover.

They didn’t really bring the main plot along very much. It was like 2 mins around the “person from Picard’s past” nostalgia which just passed me by.

The whole “seeing peoples veins” thing that Jack Crusher is doing makes me think it’s connected to the changelings being able to replicate people more accurately. Honestly I still think he touched something he shouldn’t and maybe they need him to make their replicants perfect or something. I’m not sure. Honestly I’m expecting to be disappointed with this whole MacGuffin thing. It’s likely to fall flat.

@purlturtle theorised that Jack and Beverley were changelings. I would like this to be true as I really hate the plot of “secret baby” because they were friends before anything so still don’t understand why she would cut herself off from everyone to hide it. The whole “danger” thing… I don’t know. She just doesn’t strike me as someone afraid of hard decisions. Even if she made a decision made of fear when pregnant (and merlin knows I loathe blaming hormones because pregnant women can be sensible!) but yeah anyway, even handwaving she made an emotional fear decision, nothing stops her from taking it back. Yeah it would be “oh here’s a baby, sorry didn’t tell you sooner” but hiding it for 20 years? She is not that much of a coward.

Anyway I digress because while I hate this ^^ and think the character of Beverley Crusher deserves a hell of a lot better, I just can’t see that the proud writers who tweeted (oh boy I have something to say about that shit) about this “epic romance” when it came to Beverley and Picard talking when she explained keeping the secret - that wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t really Beverley. So it’s sad because it would be a cool theory but I just can’t see the writers going for that ‘moment’ and then be like ‘not really her’.

Anyway my last ramble is more of well kinda this I guess ^^ I am not on Twitter. Haven’t been in a decade or so. I had an account for a while when it first launched but deleted it. I saw some tweet feeds virtue of a Trek server I have now muted as I couldn’t take it anymore. I ranted about this in the nice Trek server a bit but people are shipping Seven and Shaw? Like I want to throw the man out of the airlock. He’s a piece of work. I haven’t experienced this level of dissonance of “hang on are we watching the same show?” since Once Upon a Time and the mess that was Hook and Emma as a ship.

I can’t believe that we’re getting to the half point of the season and Seven and Raffi haven’t been on screen together once. I want them very much to reunite and be together. I still want a spin-off. Give me Seven and Raffi and the Fenris Rangers, doing the friendly neighbourhood making a small part of the Galaxy better thing. Honestly though at this point I will settle for Seven just getting away from Shaw. It makes me blood boil that he has basically been emotionally abusive, taking advantage as the commanding officer, and there’s no justice.

Watching old Trek I have seen some gross stuff. I saw some last night on TNG with the holodeck producing Troi for Barclay to kiss. So so wrong. Where’s the consent? But anyway you can say it was 30 years ago and we can now see that’s wrong (it’s always been wrong but ok) but yet even new Trek seems to suffer from some very gross disturbing stuff and the poor female characters still don’t get any justice. I really would have hoped we were beyond this by now but apparently not.

Anyway hopefully next week will be better.

#picard spoilers #star trek: picard

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nami-moittli · 1 year

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Oh? It’s been so long since I’ve made that post that I’ve fallen out of my appmon phase, but I’m happy to fall back in for awhile to talk about him!

First off, like I said in the tags of the post this person commented on, my oc is more of a headcanon character of sorts, and I have included him in my appmon Gacha meme videos, so if you watch those, you might understand him, but you don’t have to.

Anyway, my oc/hc character is based off Yuujin, and (spoilers if you haven’t finished appmon) his backstory is basically that Hajime and Rei (though Rei does it begrudgingly, only because Hajime, Haru and Hackmon are telling him to) bring back Yuujin by grabbing the last latest version of Yuujin before YJ-14, so probably like, YJ-12 or something. And everyone’s happy bc Yuujin’s back and Haru & Ai are happy.

Though, of course, our revived version of Yuujin, is younger than Yuujin. And because model YJ-14 is stuck and dead in the dark web, they can’t get back those few years of memories back.

I imagine that in the hypothetical second season where revived!Yuujin exists, he would be suffering in the background from all the stress and inconsistencies that came from missing those years. I mean, he suddenly gained a whole new friend group, two of which (plus those not in the know, like Watson) would be a few years older than him. Also, not to mention all of the weird shit that went down during the appmon runtime, like, the appmon. And the fact that he’s an AI. And the fact he died. So, yeah.

I like to think that Yuu(our revived Yuujin) would be living with the Katsura’s, mainly because Rei still doesn’t fully trust him, and they(Rei, Hajime and Hackmon) need to be there in case Yuu’s old Leviathan code kicks back in, so, that’s fun (I will admit that I feel bad for Rei though, cause now he has to deal with being, basically the owner of a orphanage at this point)

And, anyways, after slowly showing the buildup of, everything, on Yuu’s back, he runs away.

Everyone immediately is worried (even Rei, bc by that point, while he might not admit it, Yuu grew on him) and starts looking for him.

They eventually find him, and that’s when Yuu tells them all (or at least, those who found him) that he feels, like he’s not even “Yuujin” anymore. Because, sure, he may look and act like Yuujin, but he doesn’t have those core memories that all his ‘friends’ keep bringing up. He doesn’t even remember meeting them! And it makes him feel, like he’s not “Yuujin.”

That’s when Yuu starts going by “Yuu” or, more specifically, Yuu Katsura (bc yes).

Everyone apologizes for making him feel that way and Yuu comes back. Only, a little different, as he’s now in an even younger body, so instead of being Astora’s age, he now looks like he’s Hajime’s.

Why? (Bc when I first came up with him he was Hajime’s age before I realized it didn’t make sense) bc he wanted to try and get a “fresh start” at being who he decided he wanted to be, and not “Yuujin”

Of course, his identity crisis isn’t over by that point, in fact it had only really just begun, and the rest of his story is Yuu trying to be comfortable in his own skin.

(And when he’s finally getting a hold of himself, Yuujin comes back-)

And yeah, that’s basically Yuu’s backstory. Sorry if that didn’t make much sense, or felt out of order. But yeah, that’s my appmon oc/hc character. I do have an actual appmon oc, being an oc who’s an appmon, and she’s Ai’s buddy! Though I still haven’t figured out her design just yet.

Anyways, hope y’all liked that. Just some rambling. Bye now, ig?

#appmon #digimon universe appli monsters #digimon oc #appmon oc #yuu katsura #headcanon #yuujin oozora #digimon original character

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mcrcki · 1 year

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Was that [ALBA BAPTISTA]? Oh no no, that was just [ELLIE WILLIAMS], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [THE LAST OF US]. They are [EIGHTEEN] years old, use [THEY/SHE], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

** the last of us hbo series spoilers **

how long has your character been here -

around two months? they’ve gotten settled out of the government housing, thank god for that cause that place reminded them too much of fedra school. they’ve moved in with their new roomie, sarah. still haven’t asked their last name, but ellie’s okay with that. they’re still getting settled and don’t really talk about their life much either.

what is your character’s job -

gremlin child idk ??? honestly , i think they’d end up going back to school, figure it out from here. i really don’t think she’s well adjusted enough to hold down like any steady job right now.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom -

end of season one of the hbo series. this is where i show my fake fan vibes and say i have never played the games gkfdjg but im waiting for the release on steam, but for now, i will be playing ellie as fully from the hbo show.. that also means that i do not know tlou2 so pls no spoilers until i play it kgdfjlg

has any magic affected your character -

nope! their memories are fully intact!! though, they’re kinda wishing they got some of those fake memories cause that would make adjusting to a non apocalyptic world way easier

other notes -

i present a completely different vibe that you have never seen from me ever before! apocalyptic brat with a disgruntled found family father figure. how original, i know!!! anyways, here’s ellie williams, my favorite little demon child

insert the ‘i’ve had arlo for a day and a half’ meme cause that’s how i feel about ellie. even though i only know them from tlou show, i would die for them. how do you meet them and not want to commits multiple murders across state lines???? the ppl want to know joel.

gonna give a cliffnotes , look out of for spoilers im so sorry kldjfg

either way, ellie is a child born after the fall of the world as we knew it, she is raised within fedra’s QZ’s, and when she was a teenager, she went on a date with her best friend/**girlfriend** thank u , and then they were attacked. one of the infected came after them and bit both ellie and riley.

fast forward, ellie does not!! turn!!!!! how !!!!!! inquiring minds would love to know

but bestie is immune to the fungus, and is then brought into firefly custody, to be shipped to a lab across the country that they’ll be able to use her to help form a cure. enter joel

joel gets fucking thrown into being the delivery person for ellie, and highjinks ensue. aka, you have one hell of an emotional development of found family !!! it’s beautiful, it’s great, ellie and joel would both fucking die or kill for each other and they have on multiple occasions.

a lot of it comes down to the fact that joel with kill to get back to ellie, and ellie will kill to protect herself to find him again.

i could really sit here and give so many details about the two of them, about how ellie goes from being just cargo to being baby girl, but i really do not want to give it away. it’s just 9 episodes i will give you my hbo login pls go watch it

basically, this is my pun loving, sarcastic, every other word is a swear, heart of gold, but will absolutely choose her own, and joel’s survival above anyone else, child.

i am going to be taking my time getting their voice right, because i really do love this character, i want to do them justice when i am coming in on just a little bit of the media, so bare with me lkgdfjkg im also keeping out some more serious details about what happens to them for tw purposes.

also they have their shitty pun book here because i say so and im sad it seems like they lost it in their pack at the end of the season

connections :

✩ friends

pls they need friends, they are kinda rough around the edges and will pick a fight so easily but they really do just need a good group of friends to break past that

✩other apocalyptic besties

if anyone else has been through some kind of apocalypse and wants to trade stories, they got you

✩ coworkers

i’m considering them maybe working in an arcade, or music shop so if that’s something you can see your characters working at hmu

✩ potential ship

my love is a lesbian so just a heads up, but this would be based off of chemistry, mainly cause idk if i wanna go with canon ships gkldfjg i definitely would be willing to explore but that would be a super slowburn situation and i will probably be holding off on plotting it for a while.

#hw: intro #e. interactions #e. muse #e. memes #e. visage #e. event #e. texts #e. intro #spoilers tw #zombies tw

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Late For Valentines {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Jealousy, infidelity, slight voyeurism, vaginal sex, mentions of oral sex, dirty talk, slightly derogatory language.

Comments: Jealous over the fact that Carol gets to spend Valentine’s Day with her husband, you try to keep that contained, but Dave knows.

A/N: So I woke up this morning with this little beauty on the brain. So, I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

Jealousy is like an infection, festering beneath the surface, swelling angrily beneath healthy skin. Or maybe it’s more like a cancer, silently spreading unnoticed until it’s incurable and your entire life changes because of it.

You have no right to be jealous. No reason for the petty thoughts that flutter through your mind or the way that your mood drops as the day approaches. He’s not yours, never has been. He’s hers.

“Are you sure you don’t mind watching the girls tonight?” You turn from the coffee pot, forcing a smile on your face that you pray she doesn’t notice is as stiff as the ceramic mug in your hand. Unyielding and honestly untrue, but painted on for an outward facade.

“Of course!” You wave away the comment like you don’t desperately want to tell her no. “It’s what you pay me for.” Your laugh is hollow, but she buys it, smiling at you gratefully like you are doing her the world’s biggest favor.

“I really appreciate it.” You hate that she’s grateful, it would be easier to hate her if she wasn’t so fucking nice. And in a way, you do hate her, you hate her for what she has. What you can’t have because she does. “Dave and I haven’t had a real Valentine’s day since before Alice was born.”

Dave. Her husband, hers. Not yours. You have no right to wish that it was you hustling around to get ready. To put on newly bought lingerie with the intention of having it ripped off of you by eager, harsh hands. You honestly had no right to even know what those hands felt like on your body, but you did.

You lived with the fact that Dave would never give you the things that you wanted. There would never be any nights on the couch where his arm was slung over the back of your shoulder and he was pulling you into his chest while the tv played with whatever show you had decided on. You told yourself that didn’t matter because half the time he was looking at his phone, scrolling through work emails.

The kiss good morning was reserved for her. Your role reduced to just the nanny he told that he was getting off of work early and would swing by the school and pick them up, so you could have that rare afternoon off before he kisses the three girls who share his name goodbye. In that moment, you are the interloper, the outsider.

Right now, today, you hate all of it. You hate that Dave had kept flowers in the car last night and brought them out to leave on the counter for Carol to find first thing this morning when she came downstairs. Or for you to find when you proceeded her to the kitchen to start the coffee pot. You’ve never received even a single flower from the man, never knew he had it in him to give flowers. Nor the card that whatever message was scribbled inside made Carol’s eyes go soft, the dreamy little sigh escaping her lips and making her look like a love struck teenager. He never had soft words for you.

You shouldn’t want those things. Dave was a cheat, a liar. You know this because it’s with you that he cheats. A man who puts those expressions on his wife of nine years shouldn’t be bending the nanny over the washing machine down in the basement and fucking her full of his cum to leak out of her cunt for the rest of the day. He shouldn’t be covering her mouth with his hand while Carol is on the other side of the door, tucked away and reading a book on a rainy Saturday afternoon while he fingers her to a mind blowing orgasm. He shouldn’t be sneaking into her bed at night to face fuck her and make her throat raw from how far he had pushed his cock down her throat. He should be doing none of those things. But he does.

Is it the excitement? The thrill of the forbidden? Knowing that he shouldn’t be doing this, that you shouldn’t be allowing it, but you do so he does? Is it that you are just some sort of distraction or toy for his amusement? That part makes you angry, irrationally so. It also hurts, the idea that he might have not even an ounce of affection for you in his heart.

You pretend that he’s acting. That the demeanor he shows Carol and his girls isn’t his true self. That the way his face goes blank and his eyes harden is the real Dave York. That his dark and sometimes slightly harsh treatment of you is his authentic self. That he feels safe enough with you to show you that side and that he needs you for that release. That break from the role he is acting.

Checking herself one more time in the mirror that is placed for a convenience, last check before rushing out the garage door, she turns to you with her arms open. “Do I look okay?” She asks, wanting your opinion.

The dress is flattering, cut to enhance her curves and show off the breasts that were both natural and the result of the extra weight she carried that she complained about. It was sexy, a dress that screamed ‘I’m getting laid tonight’, and you hated it.

“It looks great.” You promise her, looking down at your coffee cup and giving a small nod. “Mr. York will have his tongue hit the floor.”

She gives a happy laugh at that, obviously going for that effect and encouraged by your comment that she’s achieved it. The sound of a car pulls up and a door opens. “Oh that’s him. We have reservations. Don't let the girls eat too much candy and don’t wait up.” The wink she throws you is purely girl to girl and you force another laugh like it’s actually funny.

“I’ll make sure I’m asleep when you two come home.” You joke, just as the garage door pops open and her husband shoves his head through.

“Come on, babe. They won’t hold our table.” He barely glances your direction and it’s almost comical how wide his eyes get when he sees her. Making your jaw clench when he whistles and straightens up in the doorway to eye his wife better. “Damn, are you sure you want to go to dinner?” He asks. “I can always have you.”

You turn away from that, unable to stomach the flirting that you’ve never experienced. Her giggle and admonishment are unheard and your coffee suddenly tastes bitter in your mouth despite the sugar and creamer that’s been added.

You don’t hear your name being called until it’s almost a harsh bark of it. Jumping slightly and turning to find Carol out of the house and Dave staring at you with dark eyes. Obsidian orbs study you and whatever he finds must amuse him because the edges of his lips curl up just slightly.

“What?” You demand, unable to be nicer at this moment.

One eyebrow arches up but he doesn’t comment on it. “Have a good night.” He tells you before stepping out of the house and closing the door to rush back to his car. Off for a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner with his wife.

****

Sleep was your enemy. At least it had been. Your intention of falling asleep before they came home was ruined, despite the sleep aids you had taken. Warm milk, chamomile tea and even the tiny dose of Zzzquil hadn’t stopped you from hearing everything coming from the bedroom of Dave and Carol York.

Every moaned ‘Dave’ was loud, pleading. It made your stomach twist, your heart clench and your own groan of torture was muffled by your pillow. It was if he wanted you to hear. He wanted you know exactly what he was doing to the woman who wasn’t you in that bedroom. His own sounds were loud, almost exaggerated. Nothing like you’ve ever heard from him. You had only heard small sounds, grunts by your ear and humming against your skin. But maybe that was because he couldn’t be loud with you.

Only after she cries out and you hear a loud groan from Dave do you drift off to sleep, angry at the world and hating yourself for the feelings that are swirling inside you. One fleeting thought is that you need to quit.

It’s late, or maybe early, when you wake up, a heavy weight on top of you and your instinct to move is met with hands pushing you down. “Someone’s jealous.” The amused tone instantly pisses you off and also shames you. Knowing that he had seen right through you.

“I’m not jealous.” You argue, knowing it’s a lie but you tell it anyway.

“Bullshit.” Dave chuckles, his teeth scraping against your ear and he nips it hard enough to make you gasp softly. “I could see it in your eyes. You wanted to scratch Carol’s eyes out. Or maybe it was my eyes you wanted to gouge.” He hums.

“Go back to bed, Dave.” It will be the first time you’ve ever told him to leave and he chuckles again, your tone confirming his theory.

“Not until after I fuck you.” You’re naked, at least from the waist down. He stripped you of your sleep shorts and panties before he woke you up. Now you can feel him, pressed naked against you, the hard curve of his cock slotted between your cheeks and grinding against you.

“You fucked Carol already.” You hiss, angry at the fact that a man, this man, had sex with his wife of all the irrational things to be angry about. Jealousy doesn’t make sense, it just is.

“So?” One hand on your hip squeezes harshly and his thighs spread between yours, shoving them apart even more. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck this little cunt too.”

It shouldn’t make your cunt bottom out when he uses that tone. That deep, dark and husky tone, right next to your ear. Like he is breathing the words into you. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, knowing that he wants to hear it. He gets off on your little sounds and the petty part of you wants him to be denied. To be denied like you’ve been denied any sort of softness today, or anytime really.

“Da-” You feel his hips pull back and he slots himself against the slick lips of your cunt. “-VE!” He’s pushing inside you smoothly, not stopping until he’s bottomed out and he feels like he’s in your stomach.

“You wanted me to fuck you, little girl.” He grunts. “I know it.” You clench your jaw tight and try to keep your walls from doing the same around his cock, knowing it will give you away. “Thought about this while I was eating Carol out.”

Your head turns away from him not wanting to hear it, but he follows you, lips still against your ear. “She likes the same thing, over and over again.” He huffs. “Never let’s me push my tongue into her asshole like you do.”

You let Dave do whatever he wants, always. Unless you are not actually feeling like having sex, he has carte blanch with your body. Finger, tongue, cock in your ass? You’re fine with it, will whimper and whine his name eagerly. “Just wants her clit sucked until she cums, but you like when I spit on your pussy, lick up into you and bite your fat little pussy lips, don’t you?”

You make a small noise, one that has Dave grinning against your ear. “My dirty, little thing, even right now, Carol would never let me do this.”

You scrunch up your nose in confusion, unsure of what he means. Fucking her on her stomach? “No way she would like this, hurts her tits. But you love being ass up and letting me fuck you deep.” He confirms what you were thinking.

“Or fuck her with another woman’s pussy juice on my dick.” You gasp out loudly, quickly turning your head to muffle the sound, making Dave twitch deep inside you when your cunt clenched around him, hard.

“Knew you would like that, filthy slut. My slut.” He coos mockingly. “Still wearing her cum on my cock and fucking you because you will love it. Love taking me however you can get me.” He grunts and speeds up, his thrusts harder and faster. Scrubbing against your walls and making you whine at how filthy this is, how you should be pushing him away and slapping him instead of your cunt pulling him deeper with every pulsing beat of your heart.

You hate yourself and him right now. Hate that he could accurately guess that you would like this. It’s filthy and obscene and your fingers curl into the mattress from the thought that he hadn’t been satisfied with her so he needed you. Maybe even wanted you.

“Thought about you at dinner.” He grunts. “Fingering you in the restaurant and then letting you lick your cum off my fingers.” You whine and his answering grunt when his cock punches deep is your reward for letting him hear you. “Keep my fingers buried in your cunt all night.”

You would let him, instead of lingerie, you would have worn no panties. Let him fuck you right there in public if he wanted. Drag you off to the bathroom or even suck him off under the table if the table cloth was low enough.

“Came home, made love to my wife.” You squirm, trying to rock your hips back. “Thought about how long it would take her to go to sleep so I could sneak in here and get my Valentine’s Day present from you.” He groans. “This pussy.”

“Dave.” You whimper, closing your eyes and opening your leg wider to try to move down farther but he won’t let you, his thighs a firm blockade to any movement on your part, especially when he moves, shifting one to to the outside of your thigh and pulls it back closer, making you tighter around cock.

“Needed this. Fucking you how I want.” He grunts, cock twitching inside of you and your walls instantly tighten around him even more to pull a low growl out of his chest. “You give me what I need.”

That throws you over the edge. The acknowledgement that he needs you, even if it’s just what you can give him physically. Your body seizing up under him and your bottom lip sore from how hard you bite down on it as you cum. The pleasure and hot rush through your cunt matched by the burst of feral thrusts from Dave, rutting into you with no measured pace. Fucking you through your orgasm and sloppily working towards his own.

The loud sounds of his hips hitting your ass fills your room for the last three or four thrusts, until he’s tensing up. Shoving his cock deep, burying it in the hot channel of your cunt while he bites down on the shell of your ear. Groaning quietly while his cock fills you with hot ropes of sticky cum. Painting your walls and forcing every drop of his spend into you with harsh little thrusts while he rides out his high.

Instead of pulling out of you like he normally would, he stays, buried in your body and pressing you down into the mattress with the comfort of his weight. Panting against your ear while he catches his breath. “You looked good today.” He murmurs quietly. “Look good every day.”

You don’t answer, there’s nothing really to say to that. The anger that had built up in your chest is gone, dissipated by the orgasm, or maybe the rough way he just reassured you. It was typical of your Dave, the one that Carol didn’t see. The part of him that was yours.

“Bought you some candy.” He continues on. “Although this bullshit holiday is fabricated, I know you like it. It’s on the desk in my office.”

You smile, wondering when he decided to do that. Not planning on asking, you don’t really want to know, just one of those idle curiosities. His cock softens but he doesn’t pull out, keeping you pinned down while he talks to you. “Happy late Valentine’s Day.” He kisses your ear and finally decides to pull back, rocking up onto his knees before shuffling off the bed and reaching for his boxers.

“Happy late Valentine’s Day.” You murmur sleepily, eyes heavy and soft when you see him pause at the door and turn around to look at you one more time before he disappears, shutting it softly behind him. While he might have been late for Valentines, he made an effort. That meant everything to you.

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Hii! First of all, I LOVE you’re writing and I haven’t been able to stop reading them💕 I was wondering if you could write about scientist!tasm!peter with doctor!reader? Though I don’t really have a specific storyline in mind 😂

there isn’t much scientist!peter content in this for which i’m deeply sorry but i loved this request!! might seem a bit rushed but i hope you enjoy it!! love getting requests from you all <33

Mr. Hot Shot Scientist

[scientist!tasm!peter parker x doctor!reader]

SPOILER FREE

summary: weeks after meeting your genius match at a scientific conference, you stumble upon a masked hero in need of some medical assistance

warnings: fluff, time skips, injuries, slight graphic descriptions, inaccurate medical stuff (i just watch grey’s ok??), strong references to tasm 2 and doctor strange, few years in the future, AU, anon request <33

The Future Scientific Exhibition & Conference.

The convention you’d been looking forward to since the start of your residency, putting in extra hours and studying whenever you weren’t running around the hospital to rise to the top of your class. Because only the best got invited to this event—your chief resident told your group on the very first day of your internship.

And victory… oh, it was sweet. The invitation that laid in your palm had your name written beautifully in the center in an elegant cursive.

Your driver cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and bringing you back to real time. Out the window, you could see the building, glowing vibrantly with fluorescent lights. “We’re here,” the man said, stopping at the curb and looking back at you expectantly. Hastily, you dug into your wallet, handing him a $20 and exiting as quickly as possible.

Swallowing down your nerves, you stared up at the exhibition banner, your heart pounding with excitement and a sense of accomplishment. All those years busting your ass and you’re finally here.

Granted, the conference wasn’t your life’s goal or anything. But it was something that you, as someone who’s always had an inclination towards medicine, had admired from afar, watching videos online and following the news closely every year. The best scientists, surgeons, and medicinal practitioners from every corner of the world came to this event, by invitation of course and it was one of your dreams to step into the elusive building. To fill your brain with the knowledge that only these genius people could absorb.

For the first hour or so, the convention was everything you’d imagined it’d be—lectures happening in every other room, presentations at every station, and workshops in every corner.

Which is where you found yourself now.

A workshop that was hosting a little pop quiz, nothing serious or anything (a bit of childish fun really) but you were extremely competitive… obviously.

It didn’t help that the person playing against you had just shown up out of nowhere like he owned the place, feigning innocence and trying to make you look like a competitive freak. It also didn’t help that he was completely gorgeous with unruly brown hair and sparkling eyes that seemed to hold a genuine gleam in them.

At least that’s what you gathered as you glared over at him.

“Last question,” the host glanced between the two of you. “You will be asked to make a rare diagnosis based on the following symptoms.”

Oh. You had this in the bag. Most of the questions had been basic stuff, not really diving into the specifics of any field of science. But medicine—this you absolutely knew and it was your secret weapon. There was no way this mystery man could know that you were a surgeon… unless he was one too.

The realization made your face drop but you stayed strong, listening intently as the host began to list the symptoms. “Red, itchy patches of skin, recurrent fevers, organomegaly, joint inflammation and bone pain.”

You repeated her words in your head, looking down at the ground and tuning out the background noises of the event. Red patches of skin? It’s on the tip of your tongue, you could feel it coming before—

“Ha! Scnitzler syndrome!” You jumped up, smiling gleefully as your rival stayed seated, evidently stumped.

You both looked over at the host, eagerly waiting for her to either congratulate you or correct you.

“… and that is correct!” She smiled, throwing the card down. “Congratulations, Dr. Y/L/N.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, watching as people shuffled away from the workshop, the entertainment over. Smugly, you gave your competitor a glance, realizing he’d gotten up and was heading towards you.

“You’re a resident at New York-Pres?” The host caught your attention once more, spinning around to face her politely. “Yes, second year,” you confirmed.

“I see a very, very bright future in your path, Doctor.”

Hearing those words made your heart swell with pride. “Thank you.”

“So you’re a resident?” A voice spoke from behind you. It was the man who had put up an impressive fight against you.

Turning around, the badge clipped to his chest immediately caught your eye. It read, ‘P. Parker, Int. Richards.’

“So you’re an intern?”

Peter looked down at his badge, smiling sheepishly. “Eh… kinda. Only studying under New York’s best.”

His smug tone caused you to narrow your eyes at him. “I’m sure.”

“Got a name, Doctor?” The brunette scientist asked, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

You paused for a moment before telling him your name, shaking his hand and deciding he wasn’t half bad. Other than the fact that he seemed to have a natural talent for getting under your skin—competitively at least.

……………………………………….

But now Peter Parker from the Future Scientific Convention was the last thing on your mind, the events of that night weeks behind you. The three-day break from your long shifts was nice but didn’t last forever.

Every bone in your body ached; dragging your feet along the concrete was a literal chore. The only thing keeping you going was the thought of your barely touched bed waiting for you in your barely touched apartment. That, and it was also one in the morning in the middle of a sketchy part of Queens.

Slowing your pace would be a horrible idea. Motivated by your strong sense of self-preservation, you gripped your bookbag straps tighter, pushing on as the journey got shorter and shorter.

Man, you should really invest in an apartment closer to a subway station.

You were a block away from your complex when you heard a strange sound from the alley you’d just rushed past.

As a thriller/horror genre fan, you’d studied enough films to know that the best option would be to ignore the creepy dark alley and rush home. But the glimpse of red and blue from the corner of your eye stopped you in your tracks.

Was that—

You backtracked a few steps, sticking your head out to look down the narrow passage again.

Holy shit. That was Spider-Man. Seemingly injured, holding his torso tightly and groaning painfully.

Immediately, your instincts kicked in, sending you rushing towards the figure in a flurry of movements.

“Hey! Woah,” Spider-Man exclaimed, holding up a hand as if to keep you away, but you both knew that in this state, he wouldn’t even be able to fight off a mosquito.

Raising your hands in surrender, you approached with slower steps. “Don’t worry. I’m a doctor,” you explained quickly, feeling anxious that New York’s hero was bleeding out all over the concrete. “I have a medical kit in my bag. Let me help.”

As soon as you spoke, the man behind the mask recognized you, his defenses falling as quickly as a stack of cards.

Peter couldn’t believe it was you. The person he’d been thinking about since the conference in Long Island. You looked the same, Peter observed. Well of course you did, it’s not like it’s been years since he last saw you. The convention had only taken place a few weeks ago.

Your hair was styled away from your face, a bit flat but Peter could tell it was from the scrub cap tied to your belt loop. Your eyes still held that fierce glimmer and your chest was falling up and down steadily, though Peter could barely find any sign that you were anxious.

As if he were your patient, your expression remained passive and your demeanor non-chalant.

With a jolt, Peter remembered that you had no idea he knew you… well, that Spider-Man knew you. “Uh—um—okay.”

You dropped to your knees beside him, whipping out your phone and turning on the flash. Quickly, you were observing the signs of distress his body was signaling, the blood seeping from an evidently serious wound that he was hiding under his shaking stained palms.

His ragged breaths told you everything you needed to know, pressing your hands against his and putting more pressure on his stomach. “What happened?”

“B—bullet—argh!” You were making an attempt to pull him up from the ground. “—bullet wound.”

“Stopping a robbery or something?” You chuckled, successfully raising Spider-Man and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You decided this injury needed a bit more attention that a medical kit could offer.

Spider-Man chuckled back through clenched teeth, “something like that.”

Without realizing what was going on, Peter found himself limping alongside you, out of the alley and halfway down the regular sidewalk. “Where are we going?” He demanded, though his frail state made it hard to sound assertive.

“My place,” you replied, doing your best to pull most of his weight. “It’s around this corner.”

Peter nodded, having no choice but to use your body as a crutch. What the heck type of bullet was he hit with? Peter’s been shot before and while it hurt, none of the other times compared to this. His healing abilities were being hindered, fatigue making his body feel like it was floating in open water.

“Here we go. That’s it.” You dragged Spider-Man through the door of your complex, letting him lean against the wall as you frantically unlocked your apartment. Thankfully, the hallway was completely empty as you fumbled with the keys and then pushed Spider-Man through the door.

Peter looked around as you ushered him to the table in the far corner. Your apartment was small, lacking any homely décor but he couldn’t really judge. His place looked the same.

You caught his staring. “This is my humble abode. At least whenever I’m not sleeping in an on-call room.”

“You sleep there?” Peter flinched as he laid back against the cool wooden surface, keeping constant pressure on the wound.

You grabbed some surgical supplies, spraying some disinfectant before pushing his hands away from his stomach. “Gotta respect a surgeon’s hustle, baby.”

Peter blushed at the term which his mask thankfully covered.

“So how does this work? Can I just—” you made cutting motions, gesturing to his suit.

“Here, I got it,” Peter ripped the fabric apart, knowing he’d have to repair it anyway.

Watching intently, you gulped, feeling guilty that you found his strength attractive in such a wrong scenario. “Cool,” you muttered, getting a good visual of the wound. It was bloody, exposed skin peeking through the sticky substance, but you wouldn’t know the full picture until you checked his back.

Without warning, you slipped a hand against the skin of his back, feeling nothing but healthy skin where there should’ve been an exit wound. You marveled at the blood on your hand, looking over at Spider-Man, whose masked head was facing yours.

“There’s blood but no exit wound,” you were perplexed.

“Oh right,” Spider-Man chuckled breathlessly as if it were a normal occurrence. “I heal really fast sometimes.”

“Fast is an understatement,” you corrected, getting to work on his chest. A closer glance at the wound revealed something you weren’t expecting—a fragment of the bullet casing? Maybe?

Apologizing under your breath, you picked the fragment out using one of your fancy tweezer-like tools, causing Peter to groan harshly. He couldn’t help but glare at the side of your face as you ignored his pain, studying the material caught in your tool gently.

Suddenly, Peter felt his senses begin to sharpen up, revived to its usual supernatural accuracy. The pain was still there but the haziness was starting to clear up.

“This seems to have dislodged itself from the bullet when it entered your body,” you brought it over to Peter when you noticed he was sitting up, less tense than before. “Looks like it’s coated in some sort of substance.”

Through the layer of his blood, hints of sparkling purple lined the edges of the small bullet fragment.

“Do you think it’s some sort of weakening agent?” You noticed that after removing the foreign object, Spider-Man’s strength seemed to be restored. Putting two and two together was pretty easy.

“Don’t know,” Peter mumbled, fascinated by the little piece of metal that knocked Spider-Man on his ass.

Taking the tool from your hands, he studied the bullet further. “Do you have a brighter light so I can get a better look at this thing?”

“Yeah! Yeah,” you rushed to turn on the extra lamp.

With better visibility, Peter squinted his eyes at the purple substance, not daring to touch the material even with the gloves covering his hands.

“I’ve seen this before,” Spider-Man said matter-of-factly. It looked just like a serum that was used against him years ago, created by a villain who was determined to see the end of Spider-Man. The guy was a scientist, like Peter which was ironic given the villain didn’t know Spider-Man’s daytime profession, so he created an anti-serum that he believed would bring death to the hero. While it was a pretty effective serum, it was only able to weaken Peter’s enhanced abilities, almost enough to render him useless.

But Spider-Man took care of that guy easily, figuring out his identity and webbing him to the side of the police station with plenty of incriminating research files from his lab.

Seems like someone else had taken up the mad scientist’s work though; the purple liquid encasing the bullet looked identical to that old serum. Just a lot stronger now.

Meanwhile, you waited for an explanation, but Spider-Man didn’t seem to offer one. When you realized the hero wasn’t going to answer, you looked back at his torso, grabbing some gauze and cleaning supplies. But you were shocked to find that a thin layer of skin had already patched itself over the wound.

Peter followed your gaze, chuckling at your amazement. “Yeah, this thing was keeping my regenerative healing from kickin’ in. It’ll take a few days for it to fully heal though.”

“Wow,” you breathed, your entire medical knowledge being put to question.

“Uh—um—thanks, doc,” Spider-Man stuttered after a minute, suddenly nervous by your presence. Beautiful people turned him into even more of an anxious mess than he already was. Ever since meeting you at that conference, he was enamored by your fierce personality and gorgeous smile.

And so that was the start of a series of meetings between you and Spider-Man, the hero showing up at your door whenever he was injured (sometimes it was as small as a paper cut). Basically, he used any excuse to spend time with you, getting to know more and more about you with every injury you patched. He never wasted his breath explaining whatever fight he’d gotten into each time; he’d much rather have wasted his breath on talking to you. Which he did, way longer than he probably should’ve every time he showed up to your apartment unannounced, but he couldn’t help it. Peter was becoming more and more obsessed with your witty jokes and caring nature.

Honestly, Peter was surprised that you hadn’t kicked him to the curb yet. You probably thought that he was taking advantage of your degree. But in all honesty, you found it to be practice, some wounds more gruesome than others but it was all going towards you becoming a better surgeon in the future. Also, he was freakin’ Spider-Man—a hero to millions around New York City. It was the least you could do.

And… his company wasn’t half bad at all.

Somewhere along the next few months that he spent visiting you, you’d be lying if you told yourself you hadn’t developed feelings. It’s just that… you wouldn’t admit it out loud because you felt stupid. For Christ’s sake, you hadn’t even seen Spider-Man’s real face—not that you thought he’d ever show you but hey, a person can dream right?

But anyway, you hadn’t seen his face yet and you barely knew anything about his personal life other than the fact that he risked his life for millions of other New Yorkers who barely appreciated his efforts.

Though you tried to fight it off, your innocent friendship with the masked hero blossomed into something more. His mere presence brought you joy, even when he was bleeding out on your table, and his beautiful laugh was the only thing you could hear in the back of your head sometimes as you robotically went about your days in the hospital, completing rounds and checking on patients.

Sometimes, he’d even show up at your apartment in pristine health, just because he saw your lights on. And you’d always freak out slightly, expecting a life-threatening wound.

But it had been a week since Spider-Man has shown up at your place, which disappointed you slightly even though you should be happy that he wasn’t getting stabbed by some crazy villain.

…Turns out you spoke too soon.

Dressed in your usual scrubs, you were making your way down the hospital hallway briskly, heading toward the on-call rooms to catch a quick break before a limping figure caught your attention down the hall.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, breaking into a run as you recognized Spider-Man’s bloodied suit. He was groaning, gripping his side and holding himself up against the wall. Your heart was in your throat, especially as you wrapped an arm around his torso, dragging him into an empty room and ignoring the wide-eyed stares you were getting from the rest of the staff.

Slamming the door, you spun around to glare at Spider-Man, your panic manifesting itself as fear and anger. “Are you insane?!”

“I—I’m sorry. I’m sorry—”

“Are you dying?! What happened? You realize I’m at work, right?” Of course he did and you knew that but your panic was sending you down a spiral. Stressed, you frantically looked between Peter’s slumped body and the window.

This is bad. Really, really bad. You’ve never seen the hero in such bad shape, shaking aggressively and breathing shallowly. And your chief could come around the corner any second now.

“Spidey—”

“Hey,” he interrupted your rambling sternly. “Look at me.”

You tried but your attention kept going toward the window. Hearing a sudden shuffle, you finally looked over, swallowing deeply and feeling your heart sink as he ripped off his mask.

First, you saw his tawny hair followed by his familiar face.

What the fuck?

It was the genius scientist from the conference. The very very attractive genius scientist who’d gotten under your skin like no one had before.

There was a fine line between getting under your skin and making you feel alive. And Peter Parker made you realize it on that night.

Before you could dwell on the thought any longer, Peter was stumbling forward, grasping your jaw and kissing you deeply.

Shocked, you froze, feeling his lips move against yours passionately. But you quickly responded, chasing his movements with just as much fervor. It was a messy ordeal, your lips slightly chapped from your long shift and Peter’s strength nonexistent, but you couldn’t imagine a moment more perfect…. If you could ignore the fact that you could be fired at any moment.

After a minute, Peter pulled away slowly. “Look, I’ve been dying to do that ever since I met you but I’m also actually kinda dying here.”

“You kissed me,” you said, dazed by his actions. Peter’s kiss had successfully shut you up— his intention… partly.

He shrugged, giving you a confident smile. “I know, how’d you like it?”

He had some inkling that you returned the same strong feelings he held for you but he couldn’t be certain. “It was a bit rushed,” you critiqued, nodding in approval. But his wince slapped sense into your brain.

It sent you into action, running around to grab some sterilized tools. Thankfully, you’d dragged him into an empty OR. “Your wound, oh my God.”

Rushing to work, you helped Peter slip out of the top of his suit, cleaning his stab wound (of course you jinxed it) and giving him a strong dose of the good stuff to numb his pain. While you took care of him as quickly as possible, Peter explained that the villain who’d done this was still roaming Manhattan… the same villain who had replicated the serum that weakened his abilities significantly. The sword he’d been stabbed with was molded with the serum.

Numb from the shock of finding out his true identity, you nodded aimlessly, half listening to the story while the other part of your brain thought about every moment you and Spider-Man had spent together. No wonder his scientific knowledge was so extensive. Many nights had been full of science talk, the two of you nerding out over things that only professions would geek about. It was nice to have someone whose brain ran as fast as yours… The only other person you’d met like that was… you guessed it— Peter Parker.

After you patched him up, Peter was slipping on the mask again but not before giving you a quick but firm kiss. “Thanks, Doc. Be home tonight!”

Thankfully, your 48-hour shift was just about to end. “I will!” You called, watching him disappear through the hallway and out the window.

Looking around at your shocked co-workers, you shrugged, pursing your lips, and turning back around to clean up the bloody mess in the OR. Just as the door swung shut, you called out to the staff—

“Never seen a superhero before? Jeez!”

…………………………………………..

That night, Peter had shown up at your door, dressed casually in a dark brown sweater and some jeans. He held a small bouquet of flowers, a bit crumpled but still intact.

His grin made your heart race, feeling giddy over the fact that the man you’d fallen for over the past few months actually felt the same way. You were just about to greet him when he shoved an object in your line of vision.

A little stuffed bear sat in his left hand, the bear holding a big red heart that had the word ‘Sorry’ etched into it.

You covered your mouth with your hand, smiling like an idiot and gripping the door even tighter. “You knew it was me the whole time?” You still blocked the doorway, trying to keep your gaze away from the bear. It was a really cute bear.

“Wasn’t like you were wearing a mask, too,” he grinned, biting his lip.

A giggle escaped your lips. “Shut up,” you said, stepping aside and letting him in.

“You know, I’ve learned a lot from you,” Peter said as he handed over the gifts he’d brought.

Hugging the bear to your chest, you set the flowers on your kitchen counter. “Have you, Mr. Hot Shot Scientist?”

“Hey, I may give you a run for your money now.”

“Coming for my job, Parker?”

Peter felt his heart race when he realized you remembered his name from months ago. I guess he’d left as much of an impression on you as you did on him. “More like your heart,” he pushed some hair behind your ear, gazing deeply into your eyes.

It was silent for a moment, a dazed expression on your face before you laughed. “What?” Peter laughed along, searching your eyes.

“That was the corniest thing you’ve ever said,” you explained, slapping his chest softly before realizing he was probably still hurt from earlier. Peter followed your gaze, pulling up his shirt slightly to show you his healing wound.

“What can I say?” Peter responded, pulling down his shirt and straightening his shoulders. “I speak from the heart.”

Feeling your heart nearly burst from the feelings that you held for this man, you pulled him toward you by the neck. “You absolute dork,” you murmured, pressing your lips against his in a deep, sensual kiss. His enthusiastic response caused you to lean into his embrace happily.

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I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”