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bandgie · 2 months

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On Your Knees

ONE | TWO

incel!Seungmin x fem!reader

warnings! MDNI18+, drinking implications (no one is drunk) dubious??, pussy eating, face fucking (m!), hate sex (but no sex) seungmin is an ass (low key misogynistic), reader is kinda mean note! this is not meant to represent Seungmin or any of the members in any way. I just like the trope :)

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The party was getting boring in all honesty. Truth-or-Dare is only fun for the first couple of minutes but gets repetitive. Same old questions on who you're fucking, if you're fucking someone, if you've ever fucked someone. The flat beer sloshes in your red solo cup as you sit on the floor of the living room.

You can tell Han is trying to come up with something interesting to ask Seungmin. Most of the somewhat funny questions were already asked, but Han still purses his lips as he thinks of something clever.

"Okay, I got it!" He claps his hands. "Best pussy you've ever eaten. Go."

Ah, I guess that's something, you think as you divert your attention to the cross-legged man beside you.

Seungmin is awfully quiet at house parties and looks as though he would rather be anywhere else. You don't like Seungmin, but you don't not like him. He's just a guy Han likes to bring around on occasion. You observe Seungmin raise an eyebrow, in surprise most likely. But what he says is even more shocking.

"Never eaten pussy."

"What?!" Everyone collectively shouts at his admission. Now this peaks your interest as you stare wide-eyed at him. "No way," you can't fathom the thought of someone in college never tasting a cunt. "Are you a virgin?"

Your bold question makes Chan choke on his drink, coughing until the bitter liquid finally passes through. "Jeez dude, you just can't ask that."

"It's literally Truth-or-Dare. I literally can," you retort.

The clamor of everyone settles as they wait for Seungmin to answer. Now that he can feel the pressure of everyone's eyes, he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. "I'm not a virgin," he says. "I just don't eat pussy."

"What the fuck?" You make a confused expression. "You don't eat pussy? Fuck does that mean?" Seungmin finally casts his gaze on you, acknowledging your presence for the first time tonight. "Exactly what I mean. I don't like it."

"You don't like it?" Han sounds exasperated. "You gotta be fucking with me. There's no way you fuck a girl and not want to eat her pussy." Despite Han being an idiot half the time, you agree with him. Every guy you've hooked up with jumps at the chance to eat you out and you know plenty of them would do it for nothing in exchange.

To meet a guy who's never had the opportunity to only means two things, and you're praying it's not what you're thinking.

"I just fuck to cum. I don't really care if she finishes or not."

It's worse than you could have imagined.

The room goes dead quiet and you suddenly figure out why Han doesn't bring Seungmin around too often. His stiff posture, his blank expression, the way he hardly regards you in any manner. It all points to signs of the worst type of man.

"So like what?" You can't help the clipped tone in your voice. "You some type of incel?"

Chan, who likes to keep the peace, says your name in warning. "Don't start." Though he means well, the fact that you're the one getting in trouble for speaking up only fuels your fire. "Don't start? He's the one who started with his dumb incel shit."

Seungmin scowls, "Ugh. I didn't even say anything bad. You're being so emotional."

The tips of your ears burn red and you feel your entire body heat up. You can hear Chan trying to diffuse the situation, but you hardly care about maintaining 'the peace' any longer.

"Oh, fuck off," you sneer at Seungmin. "You can't even make a girl finish. Fucking incel virgin."

Now that does it for him. You see Seungmin tighten his hands into fists as his neck grows red. "I'm not a virgin. And I can make a girl cum. I just don't care to." He enunciates his words harshly, some speckles of spit landing on your face. Both of your jaws are tense, teeth clenching as you glare into each other's eyes.

A vein sticks from his neck and his lips are stretched back into somewhat of a snarl. With a flushed expression, you easily see his cheeks heat up in anger. It's here that you realize he looks good when he's mad. You hate it.

"Okaayyy!" Chan claps his hands three times loudly. "I think it's time to call it a night." Everyone tries to stand and talk about anything else, but Seungmin and you are too busy having your own little conversation to notice.

"Never eaten pussy, can't make a girl come. Why you lying about being a virgin?" You mimic the vicious on Seungmin's face. He keeps his eyes steady on yours, "Whoring yourself out for a fuck. You're everything that's wrong with women today."

This makes you laugh, "At least they make me cum."

If you thought Seungmin was mad before, he's furious now. You must have struck a nerve because he stands suddenly and spins on his heel to leave.

But you're not done with the conversation. You raise on your feet and follow him, never ceasing to stop your vicious spewing, "Just be honest with me, Min. It's okay to have never felt a woman's touch. Not that you ever will, being an incel that is."

Seungmin hurries up the stairs of the house with you on his tail. You can't see his face, but you can feel the anger rolling off him.

He suddenly stops in his tracks, making you effectively bump into his back. "I'm not an incel," he keeps his voice low, but strong. "Eating pussy isn't even all that. You just have an ego bigger than your tits."

You try and play it off with a scoff, but you feel your face heat up. You grope your chest offendedly; you like your boobs. "Not all that? Come here." Pushing on Seungmin's back, you lead him to the nearby bathroom and shove him inside. He stumbles and trips over his feet, shooting a hand out to balance himself on the counter as you close and lock the door behind you.

"Fuck was that for?" He whips his head around to glare at you, but he's surprised to be met with an eerie smile on your face instead. He gulps nervously, "What are you looking at?"

You shrug nonchalantly, "Looking at someone who's going to eat me out." Seungmin looks as though you've slapped him across the face as his eyes widen. "What? Who said I was gonna do that?"

You're already hiking your skirt up to your torso, biting the cloth between your teeth, and showing the pretty little thong you put on in hopes of a hookup. It barely manages to over your clit and you can see the outline of your pussy underneath the material. With one hand, you use the tip of your finger to draw soft circles on it. Seungmin drops his eyes to your clothed core.

His Adam apple bobs.

"Come on," you wiggle your eyebrows playfully. "Get on your knees for me."

For a second, you think he's gonna walk out. He was so persistent about not wanting to eat pussy and his shitty attitude was...well...shitty. You begin to think that there's no hope for Seungmin, but he proves you wrong by bending one knee and looking up at you.

"I'm just going to look," he says more to himself than to you. "Just so you could stop your whining."

His hands grip the plushness of your thighs as he stretches the skin. The lips of your pussy peek out at the movement, but Seungmin is far from disgusted. His ears pick up on the sound your cunt makes when he uses his thumb to pull and push the skin together. Slowly, he moves his hand up to pull your thong down, exposing the very thing he claims to revolt against.

You shiver against his warm breath, his warm touch. You reach your hands down to pull up on the skin of your pelvis to further stretch your pussy. "Getting a good look, Seungmin?" You giggle at the annoyed expression on his face. His lips may be pulled pursed into a frown, but his eyes are wide with lust.

Seungmin is trying his best to hold back, but it's near impossible. Everything about you surrounds him: your smell, your soft skin, the way your voice echoes in the bathroom. He shocks himself with how much he enjoys watching your clit peek from your pussy lips and how the first signs of arousal make your entire cunt shine.

"Shut up," he mumbles.

You're thinking of a witty remark to snap at him, but you're instead pleasantly surprised with his lips ghosting over your core. Your body stills, letting Seungmin explore pussy on his tongue for the first time. He runs his lips over your own, feeling how soft and warm it is. Seungmin already knew how hot a cunt is, but tasting it on his lips is a whole other level of heat.

"Mmm," you hum at the sensation. "What happened to just getting a look?"

Seungmin looks up at you, mouth still attached to your core. His nose bumps on your lower stomach with his hair tousled over his face. Before you can think, you brush the bangs from his face to get a good view of his form. The sight makes you groan, bucking your hips further into his face. Seungmin makes a hmmf! sound as you bury his face deeper into your pussy, but he makes no move to deny you.

It's not until you start rocking your hips that he finally sticks his tongue out. He starts at the peak of your pussy, letting the nub roll over his tongue experimentally. Seungmin notes how your legs shake when he does that. He feels your hips still so he could properly suck on that part of your cunt.

The taste of you settles on Seungmin's tastebuds and he finds his tongue digging deeper into your lips. They dip down to your labia before going back up. He likes how soaked you make his wet tongue, how your hands twist his floppy hair to drive him deeper. He hates how much he likes it.

Truthfully, you're in the same boat. His mouth may not be experienced, but you upsettingly like how he lets you ride his face. "See Sungie?" You say his name mockingly. "Not too bad, is it?"

Seungmin doesn't stay put in your cunt. This time, he pulls away from your throbbing core to talk back. "I never said it was goo- mmf!" As lovely as it would have been to hear his voice, you reason that his words may not have been as nice. You had gripped the back of his head and forced him back to your center, uncaring how he gently slapped the back of your thighs in disapproval.

"Just shut up and stick your tongue out." You're impatient needless to say. Seungmin can tell by how you keep one hand steady on his head while the other gives his cheek light taps. "Open up, come on." You probe the man between your legs until he finally relents, widening his jaw so your entire clit fits in his mouth.

You hum at his mouth taking your core in, "Good boy. See? You were made to eat pussy."

Then you hook one of your thighs over his shoulder and wrap that leg around his body until his face is pushed against you. His eyes widen, screaming at you as if saying this wasn't part of the deal! But the panic only makes you laugh. He can pretend all he wants, but you know the bulge in his pants all too well as you look down on him.

Grinding on his face is easy with you in complete control. You sloppily rub your cunt all over his tongue with his head following your movements. Seungmin groans and grunts in your cunt, but it's far from the disdain he was filled with earlier. His hips thrust into the air at the feel of your essence dripping down his chin.

His jolts make you chuckle breathlessly. "Fuck, just look at you. You wanna cum? You wanna cum, don't you?"

Screw his pride, screw any stupid podcast he's watched, he needs to cum. He wants to feel your pussy clench on his cock, not his tongue. Yet, he can't find it in himself to tear himself away from your clit. If you taste this good already, he can't imagine the savor of you creaming on his tongue.

To not let a second go by without his mouth on you, he nods, looking up at you pleadingly. He's sorry for being a dick, for being an incel. If you let him finish in you, he'll never-

"Sucks to suck," you shatter his dream. "You're gonna make me cum. Don't move."

And he doesn't, but it's not because he means to obey you. You have Seungmin on his knees, mouth enclosing over your pussy while you tug on his hair and hump his face and you're not going to let him finish? At all?

Then there's no point of him being here. Seungmin should tear your grip off him and leave the bathroom, but he can't. Fuck, he can't. It's like you've put a curse on him, glued him to the floor with his jaw unhinged and tongue out as you grind on his face.

It has to be witchcraft because why else would he still be here? Does he really like the taste of you that much? Maybe it's how you look; flushed, sweaty, close to a high Seungmin's never been able to bring a girl to. Seeing you so close to your orgasm makes him eager to stay, eager to please. And god, he loves how your clit twitches in his mouth.

"Shit," you curse. "Gonna cum. Imma cum all over your face. You want that? Want my cream all over your tongue?"

Seungmin would rather die than tell you the truth, so he responds by sucking harshly on your clit. The suction is enough to tip you over the edge, digging your nails into his scalp as you bend the upper half of your body over him.

Your cunt pluses around nothing, but that hardly matters when you hear Seungmin gulping down your release. The very same man who claims to not like eating pussy, to not care if his partner finishes. That man eagerly licking you clean with his eyes rolling behind his head.

You shiver and mewl as you cum, softly grinding your hips to come down from your high. "God- fuck! Put your tongue in my pussy."

He does, finally getting a feel of your walls for the first time. They squeeze and pulse around his tongue and he gives a few testing thrusts that you respond to positively.

Fuck, you taste even better inside.

Seungmin can't stop fucking his tongue deep inside you. Not even as you wrap your leg from him and straighten up. A part of you debates on whether or not to let him keep going. At this rate, he might make you finish a second time, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction of that. Plus, you've been gone long enough for the other men to question your whereabouts.

You place the palm of your hand on his forehead and push him away. The shove makes him detach from your cunt with a lewd pop! as he catches himself backward on his hands.

"Geez. You're gonna lick it off," you pick your underwear up and step through the leg holes, ignoring how uncomfortable it feels on your sensitive cunt. Seungmin seems in a daze as you drop your skirt from your lips and adjust the material. Even as you walk closer to the mirror and touch up your make-up, Seungmin stays in place on the ground.

He liked it. Dear god, he loved it. Even with the tent in his pants, he hardly seems to notice how his cock throbs when he can still taste you on his lips. You only face-fucked him to prove a point, but you changed the trajectory of his life forever.

Yet, you wash your hands and use a hand towel to dry yourself like you didn't just make Seungmin question his entire purpose. You throw the rag to the man on his knees, managing to land it on his lap. "Your face is soaked. Clean it before they see how much of a munch you are, yeah?"

a/n: idk why I was at work was thought "yk what would be hot? making an incel seungmin worship you" and boom, this was birthed. I kinda wanna make a part two I have ideeassss also two fics in one week?? who am I? thank you for reading!

#smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz #stray kids #skz seungmin #seungmin x reader #stray kids seungmin #seungmin smut #seungmin #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #sub!skz #sub!stray kids #seungmin skz smut

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artistic-intrxvert · 5 months

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hey so how do you think the turtles rottmnt would deal with having a s/o and Casey slips up a “Mr/Mrs Hamato” to the s/o and it dawns on s/o right away what that means and if their turtle picks up on it and brings it up. S/o remains silent until then with yes or no answers when usually they’re way more talkative. S/o is like “Don’t you dare start. We’re on mission and we’re too young to be talking about this right now” Makes it sound like it’s an option when they’re both 30 or something, but they’re panicking by hearing this news right now, they’re making excuses not to talk about it, and they clearly need time to process it? 😂 (s/o does want to marry their turtle eventually, but this news freaked them out. Even the krang alien didn’t freak them out as much as knowing they get married to their boyfriend does).

HAISKEKEKR YES

Rise!Turtles when Casey Jr calls their s/o “Ms/Mr/Mx Hamato”

Donnie

Donnie would probably do a double take…then a triple take

Bros just standing there like🤨”tf?”

When he finally processes it, he corrects Casey

“Ah, but that is where you are wrong. (Name) isn’t my spouse. We’re just in a romantic relationship, but not legally married.”

Yeahhh he goes into the technical stuff about it

Casey explains it’s just habit since you and Donnie hang out a lot

Eventually Donnie doesn’t seem to care, sometimes he might use it to tease even

“Yes, I would agree that’s a good plan. And how about you, Ms/Mr/Mx Hamato? What say thee?”

Not quite as flustered but more in the confused side of things

Leo wouldn’t stop teasing him, Raph occasionally would tease

Mikey is just doing little happy stims in the corner because of how adorable he thinks it is

(Donnie likes it but will never on Galileo’s name admit it)

Mikey

Seems confused at first but wraps an arm around your shoulder before explaining

“Oh! No, we’re not married! Not yet, at least. (Name) is just my partner!”

Istg he’s so wholesome about this I can’t-

He’d use it but not in a teasing way (50/50 he will whisper it just to see your reaction)

The others seemed confused considering Mikey was the youngest of them all and there was no way they could even imagine him getting married at that age

Even they correct Casey, again explaining that you two were only dating

Mikey does get used to it but always gets excited to hear it, clinging onto you tightly and giggling

Leo

SMUG. ASS. BITCH.

Bro grins from ear to ear, nodding

“Ms/Mr/Mx Hamato~? Damn, I never thought you’d love me so much as to take my last name~?”

Yeah you bonked him over the head with your phone after that

(He whined…A LOT)

He’s constantly teasing you about it, like 24/7 constantly

There have been a few times where he’s accidentally said it without realizing and it has confused literally everyone in the room

Like he says it on accident and they’re all just “🧍”

He didn’t even notice! He just thought you guys were quiet!

Later in the day he does realize it and then face palms himself while his face heats up

Sometimes if the others tease him and he’s had too much of it he’ll bury his head into your neck </3

Raph

My big man Raph

The dude

The guy

The silly

He just corrects Casey, doesn’t even feel flustered

Okay maybe a bit…

No he’s very flustered

He won’t admit the tho…(ids obvious he is)

Raph would correct him and probably wouldn’t tease you

If he would it would probably be after a long day of fighting and you both would be too exhausted to even think too much about it

“Jeez…You did good today…Ms/Mr/Mx Hamato…”

You looked at him confused bc like

Did your sweet innocent kind caring Angel of a boyfriend tease you?

If you’re too quiet afterwards he might think he said something wrong so don’t do that </3

He really doesn’t mind the whole thing but honestly he has thought about it being a real thing one day

Thank you so much for your request! Feel free to leave something else if you’d like! Have a wonderful day/night!! <33333

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt

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pitbullwithaship · 3 months

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DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG S4 EP3

Okeydoke. Time to watch more hopefully it is more cute and some good angst.

Ood!!

Intergalactic marketing department

It's irrelevant cuz he's dead

Bumpy ride!!

They're so cute I love them bestest siblings

SNOW

I love Donna so much did you know that

Swoopy sleepy music

Ah red eye Ood (doctor gets war flashbacks)

Alarum

"Trusted friends" sure of course

Okay this is weirding me out and giving me an incredibly not amazing feeling

Humans are quite good at surviving

Why do the bees keep coming up

DO I LOOK SINGLE back to the point please I love them

Maybe tou should treat them better my dude

That looks miserable poor Ood

Or get directly in his way mayhaps

What's in here I wonder

Okay he's a mega dick (my autocorrect fixed it to Maga, which might as well be true he seems the type)

So they just shove the poor ood into containers like some fruit or shit

Spaceman they're adorable

Security dude is insane okay

Ooh yknow what they should lead a slave uprising or something

HUG they're so cute besties

Man he's losing lots of hair

It's in your head my dude no she can't hear it

Oh that's a sad opera

Aww he's so gentle

Channeling Barty Crouch Jr there

Okay that's disturbingly holocaust makes me feel icky

Oh look lady is dead

I'm not gonna say karma cuz that would be cruel but

The beginning of the houdini joke lol

EXPLOSION

Aww he's so nice

Dudes a bit Explosion happy there

Oh my oh jeez that's horrible

Ooh scientist guy is good!!! Yay!!

Oh dear that's... not nice

As a fellow ginger I protest

Oh wow that's interesting

Patience!! I love this ood!!

Oh jeez that's coolgrossweirdcoolwhat

That's amazing

OHyes

That's a happy opera that is

Oh that's such a cute ending

Okay end of the song soon then that's nice

Aww that's so nice, they will sing of the doctordonna (the musical theatre kid in me is very happy)

#doctor who #liveblogging #david tennant #tenth doctor #donna noble #catherine tate #s4 ep3

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averagetmntfan · 24 days

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Portals gone wrong!

(“The 4 servants Au” & “time beats a dead man Au” ((collab w/ @mikey-rottmnt)) Crossover fic!)

2/???

Tbadm universe, 12:38pm.

“uh..not to like, complain or anything but-“

“Why am i TIED UP?!?” Leo demanded, squirming in the rope. “because, you look ugly. And we don’t trust you.” Bendy pulled the rope tight, making sure it was secure. jeez, what a crazy day. First he had to calm down a guilt devoured Koi, now these Weridos fall outta the sky and invade their camp? What’s next, Someone loses a leg??

“I kinda feel bad for tying them up..” Dale whimpered. “WHY??? the little orange one was gonna attack us!!!” Chip reminded her, trying to be the reasonable one here. “Yeah but.. Besides that, they seem really nice!! and look at that one!! It’s got cool red paint on its face!!”

“as much as I love a complement, this isn’t paint. It’s my skin, thank you very much.” Leon smirked, sparkling as usual. Except there were literal sparkles..- what the hell???

Chip just..observed carefully. wow, this guy was gayer than him and mugs combined. And that’s really saying something here. Though he hated to admit, these guys did seem kinda harmless.

‘I’m sure the grown-up’s could take these bozos in a fight, anyway. So..whats the big deal?? What’s everyone so afraid of?’

Chip, being the observant guy he is, decided to go check on the others. Since everyone was acting a little bit off. And suspicious, he might add. “Come on.” He Signaled Dale to ‘follow his lead.’ And within seconds, the siblings were on a investigation.

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it was quiet. too quiet. Why you may ask? Well, I’ll let cup answer that one.

Cuphead Stares at raph. No conversation, no movement, just an intimidating cold stare. Raph couldn’t even bare to meet his gaze, so he turned to face the tents wall. As this starring contest continued on, the 2 bystanders looked at eachother with concern.

“cup, lay off dude. It’s been like 5 minutes. You’re scaring the poor guy!!” Mugs suggested. No one dared move.

another couple minutes go by, and mugs tries again. Again, not movement.

She tries again and again, and like every time before..

Nothing happened.

“UGHH!! WHY CAN YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME?!” He shouted, readying up a punch to the face. “Hey, hey! Mugs, calm. Down. Anger will not fix anything.” Boris reassured him, in a desperate attempt to calm her down.

“Tell me, Bucko. Why’re you really here??” cup finally spoke up, building up the tension. Raph finally Met eyes with him.

“I don’t know, ok?! Look, one minute I was hanging out with my brothers, watching a Jupiter Jim movie, and then-“

”wait, who’s Jupiter Jim?” Mugs asked, not expecting to be heard. But of course..

He was.

“ah! Jupiter Jim is the main protagonist in me and my brothers favourite movies! He’s so cool, and also have a red panda sidekick!! But there’s also comics, fan fics, graphic novels, spin-offs, fan made episo-“

“Ok can you shut up? We don’t wanna hear about your nerdy lil sci-fi show, uh..whatever you are.” Raph went completely silent after that, slightly embarrassed.

“Dude. I-“ mugs sighs.

“Ok, move it boy toy.” He attempts to shove cup outta the way. But uh..

Cup snickers at his brothers failed attempt to move him.

“Keep trying, toothpick. One day maybe you’ll be able to make me move an arm” he howls with laughter. Mugs rolled his eyes. Tsk, at least he wasnt an overachiever study nerd.

Raph Just Watch the 2 siblings, letting out a small laugh.

Cup immediately turned his attention back to raph, looking kinda..pissed..off? Uh oh..-

“Find something funny?” his voice was low, as he inched in closer to Raph’s face. He stares at him again, narrowing his eye.

“n-nooooooo…?”

“just leave the guy alone. You’re being a bitch.” Mugs told him off, putting a hand on her hip.

“WHA- I AM NOT!! THIS GUY COULD BE POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS!!!” “Cup, he doesn’t even have any weapons.” this seems to get cup upset, he rolls his eyes and storms out. What a baby. Mugs scowls at him as he leaves, soon turning his gaze to their unexpected visitor.

“Sorry..a-about him. He’s just..very cautious..of people..”

“Well, can you blame him?” Boris stepped in.

“you and him have been through a lot together. He’s just trying to protect you.”

Well, this seemed to get to mugs. He thought for a moment. She hated to admit it but..Boris was right. Maybe they’d been acting like a jerk to cup.

As he got lost in his thoughts, Boris glanced at their prisoner.

this was gonna be one hell of a day, huh.

Welp…

It’s time to prepare.

PREV MASTERPOST NEXT

#<3 #tbadm #tbadm au #tbadm mugs #tbadm cup #tbadm boris #babqftim au #t4s au #T4S leo #T4S raph #tbadm bendy #Tbadm dale #tbadm chip

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miracleeye · 2 years

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Types of Cryptids:

Normal animal but Very Big

Normal animal but Very Small

Tiny friend :) Little guy :)

I think I know my local wildlife better than I actually do. I have never seen an owl up close and underestimate how big they are. I am impervious to being wrong. That was an alien not an owl.

I’m in an unfamiliar place and don’t know its local wildlife. That was an alien not an animal.

Big hairy dude!!! Big hairy guy!!! I’m gonna make your mating calls and focus on how massive your penis is!!! I’m a heterosexual man!!!

Dinosaur that forgot to extinct

Some guy in a costume

Lie

Animal with a disease :( Very sad.

That thing is creepy and wet!

Monsterfucker’s dream

My guy that’s a bear

Pareidolia

A shadow

A tree, bush, or other plant

Oh shit wait that one... oh fuck that’s a bit hard to debunk oh jeez... oh no... might be real? Ah fuck we need more evidence

#Cryptids #Cryptidcore #Cryptozoology #This isn't hating or anything #I love this community so much #I love cryptozoology so much #Mal's Stuff

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justaduckarts · 1 year

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21."you really think i won't choose you in a heartbeat?"

Seems fun-

OOOOOOH ANON YOU ARE SO RIGHT.

I don't know which AU you might want this for so I have decided to do DNC because it DOES NOT get the love it deserves.

This is NOT CANON. It's more of a what if.

Well. This was inevitable, you supposed. Alicia had mentioned Dave having a crush on you. Once. Like, two weeks and several horrible incidents ago.

But now? NOW was the time he chose to say something? Here? In the daycare? With Sun right beside you? Dude.

"Ahem," you shifted, rubbing the back of your neck, "uh. Wow." You laughed awkwardly. "...Sunshine. Could you give me and Dave some space?" You turned to your darling solar animatronic. The two of you had been kind of... dancing around saying how you felt. But I mean. The lingering touches. The long looks. The way he held your hand... If he didn't like you, you'd be shocked.

And probably crushed.

"O-Oh! Of course, starlight! Yes, of course! This does seem like a... private conversation... I won't be far! Just call if you need me!" Sun gave a little spin and skipped off.

"Right," you turned back to Dave, "...hi."

"Hey," he chuckled, "is that... a no, then?" He rubbed the back of his neck, looking bashful. Oh, Dave. The sweet cinnamon roll of a man.

"I'm really sorry," you said quietly, "I mean, you're really nice, but-

"You're into Sun?" He tucked his hands into his pockets. You shifted.

"I might be," you crossed your arms.

"Hey, I'm not judging you," he shrugged, "believe me, I'm his handler. I know he's... pretty charming. But I mean... he's still a machine." He looked at you pointedly. "You can't really have a relationship with company property." He shrugged.

Something about the way he said that... bothered you.

"We'll make it work," you frowned, "isn't your shift over?"

"Ah, struck a nerve, did I?" Dave shrugged once more, "well! If you change your mind, you've got my email."

"I won't," you said firmly.

"You might!" Dave tossed a wave over his shoulder. You frowned after him until he was gone.

"Jeez," you sighed, running a hand down your face. Turning, you searched for Sun. But he didn't appear to be down in the playroom anymore. Your eyes trailed up to the balcony. Maybe?

The door beside the security desk was, mercifully, unlocked. You started up the long staircase to the boys' room.

Halfway up, you could hear them talking. Well. You could hear Sun's side of the conversation anyway.

"Moon, you have to calm down, we're going to-

"I know! And- And I'm sure our star will tell him no! Mr. Dave's not their type-

"Well, no, I don't actually know, but I think-

"Moon, please, we're-

Static. You took the last half of the stairs two at a time. Through the storage room, past that creepy old arcade cabinet. You threw open the door to their room.

"Sun?"

What stood at the center of the room, violently gripping at its rays, was not exactly Sun. It wasn't quite Moon, either. It twitched and writhed. The colors of it continued to shift and swap. Like one of those old color changing lamps, blinking in and out in some unknown rhythm. Only it was happening in several patches across the poor animatronic as they struggled for control.

"Oh no," you said quietly, "you guys eclipsed again." You crossed the room.

"His fault," Sun's voice came out in a static-filled hiss.

"You were mad, too," Moon shot back with a vicious snarl, "Dave-

"Went home," you said quietly, "I told him to leave." The two slowed their struggle, looking at you. One brilliant blue eye. One burning red.

"So you didn't..." Sun looked at you. Moon growled at the meer implication.

"No, I am not going on a date with Dave," you scoffed, "I barely know him!"

"Really?" A blue hand reached for you. You took it delicately.

"Really," you nodded, "why would you think I would want to go out with Dave?"

"Well, he's human, for starters," Sun spoke in a clipped tone.

"Can leave the park," Moon added.

"His humor could use some work," Sun chimed.

"Not pretty enough for our star," Moon nodded.

"Guys! Focus," you shook your head, "I don't care about Dave."

"But what if..." Sun's hand searched for something to fidget with. You reached out and took it, grounding him there with you. You nodded for him to continue.

"What if..." He frowned, "another human liked you? Someone you liked, too?"

"You think I wouldn't choose you in a heartbeat?" You smiled up at the twitching animatronic. The color shift had finally stopped, leaving them stuck somewhere between Sun and Moon. Eclipsed.

"Star," Moon said quietly. The blue half of their face twisted with a look between longing and relief.

"You mean that?" Sun's hand squeezed yours.

"Of course I do!" You nodded eagerly. "I..." You took a breath. "I love you guys."

Sun and Moon had never before been able to operate so smoothly together while eclipsed. It was as if they were truly one. Single minded in their goal. Which, at that moment, was to drop to their knees, cup your pretty face, and kiss you with all of their heart.

You were a little shaken by the sudden action, but given how screwy their impulse control had been lately, you let it go. You threw your arms around their shoulders and laughed as they wrapped tight around you.

"Our star," they spoke, and their voice was both Sun's and Moon's, layered together in a strange harmony. Discordant. But not grating.

"Moonbeam. Sunshine," you squeezed them tight, "we need to talk about how you handle your pent up feelings." They stiffened in your arms.

"Of course," Sun said cheerfully, "Moon needs to learn to manage his temper!"

"And so do you," Moon grumbled.

"Guys," you pulled back, "c'mon. No more arguing. You'll get stuck like this." You vaguely gestured to their eclipsed form.

"Wouldn't be so bad," Moon shrugged, "if we get to keep kissing you." He grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the light.

"He's right," Sun nodded eagerly. Your face burned.

"Hold on, you guys can't gang up on me," you laughed.

"We're not," Sun said, wrapping an arm around you to prevent you from escaping.

"We're just sharing," Moon chuckled, his arm circling you as well.

Oh. You were going to melt.

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 25: Henry & the Bad Girl, Part 2

~Big Putts Golf Course~

The Wall Dogs had returned to Swellview's best golf course to finish what they had tried to start the previous night. With no Captain Man or Kid Danger in sight, they rapidly got to work in tagging and defacing the windmill.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, check this out." One of them caught the attention of the others as they noticed Veronika returning to the group, only she wasn't alone. She had Kid Danger by her side.

"Surprise" She smirked at her gang, who scowled as Henry nervously shuffled behind her. 'Just stick to the plan.' He repeated in his head, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Hello, everyone." He waved at the criminals, but they just looked at the two teens in irritated confusion.

"Wait, what?" They all asked, wondering why their teammate would bring the enemy to them.

"so, uh..." Henry looked at Veronika for reassurance.

"Oh, that's T-Paint, Two Canz, Beonspray..." She started to name all of her friends, which stressed them out big time.

"Veronika!" A boy scolded her.

"What?" The girl replied in an annoyed tone. She didn't like it when she was interrupted.

"He's Captain Man's budge." The dude said, and the Wall Dogs angrily pointed at the teen superhero.

"Hey! I'm a lot more than Captain Man's budge! For example, I'm good at tennis, I make excellent tacos." Henry told them, offended that they just saw him as an extension of his boss.

"What if he tells Captain Man where we are?" The boy from before interrogated, glancing at Kid Danger with distrust.

"He won't. I just watched him fight Captain Man and push him down a mountain. I'd be in jail right now if it wasn't for him." Veronika explained, trying to convince her friends that Henry no longer had any allegiance to Ray.

"So, what are you saying now? You're not Captain Man's budge anymore?" The guy asked, still not accepting that the sidekick would betray Swellview's favourite crime fighter.

"Nope. I think it's awesome how you guys go around, painting stuff like that all over the city." The kid smiled, hoping that he sounded sincere enough that Veronika and her Wall Dog chums would believe him.

"Wait! You seriously gonna let Wonder Boy roll with us?" A girl in a glittery mask piped up.

"I don't know." The boy answered, looking between Henry and Veronika with misapprehension.

"He's my friend. You don't tell me what to do." Veronika stood up to the boy, trying to be assertive and confident.

"No. But Van Del does. Call him." He replied and a Wall Dog took out his cell so they could speak to their leader. This was the start of Henry's plan to worm his way into the heart of the Wall Dog's lair. However, the wall dog who made the phone call wasn't particularly bright, and he rang the boy who gave the order. Ah, jeez, this was going to be harder than he thought.

~The Man-Cave~

Charlotte made her way down from Junk-N-Stuff, having received a notification up in the store that Ray had returned. However, what she was greeted with as she stepped out of the elevator, told her that mission hadn't gone smoothly.

Firstly, Henry was nowhere in sight, which made nerves settle in her stomach as she got the impression that something was wrong. (y/n) was crying, Ray was filthy and the way the woman had her head in her hands with Ray cradling her shaking frame made her pale as she tentatively walked over to them.

"How'd it go?" She asked the adults timidly, causing Ray to sigh and (y/n) to look at her with bloodshot eyes. Did she dare tell the girl that her best friend had betrayed them for a stupid gang of miscreants?

"Not great." She whispered hoarsely, wiping her eyes quickly and drying her face in an attempt to pull herself together so Charlotte didn't have to see her cry. The girl didn't need to see her problems.

"Well, what happened? And why are you all dirty?" Charlotte asked, as (y/n) went over to the computer so she could make herself useful. Work was always the best distraction for when her heart was aching.

"'Cause I just went tumbling down a giant mountain, and a mountain is basically one big pile of dirt in the shape of a mountain." Ray answered, trying to keep his voice low so his best friend wouldn't get more upset. He'd already put her through even, he didn't want to make things worse. The large man put a warm hand on (y/n)'s shoulder as she began to track Henry's location. When she got her hands on the good-for-nothing, lying little shit, she'd...probably burst into tears at how hurt she was.

"We've gotta locate Henry." Ray whispered in her ear, his dulcet tone relaxing her into the chair so she could be nearer to his body.

"I'm on it. Schwoz!" The woman yelled, but her voice was still a little strained from her emotion.

"SCHWOZ!!!!" Charlotte bellowed, helping out her friend with her powerful voice.

"Thanks for that." She said to both the girl and Ray, who had covered her ears to stop her from jumping at the deafening noise.

"What? What?" A half-naked Schwoz shouted as he came out from the back of the Man Cave, draped only with a pink towel around his waist and shoulders. He was dripping wet and covered in suds, so it took no genius to work out where he had been.

"I was in the shower." The man whined, goosebumps rising on his body as the cold air of the main room stung his wet skin.

"Come help us locate Henry," Ray instructed him, making the small man waddle over, his bare feet slapping on the marble floors.

"Why, what happened?" Schwoz asked, wondering why they'd need to find the boy when they could just call him.

"Ray put the secret tracking device on him, but it's not finding the location." (y/n) told him, standing up so her friend could sit down.

"It's okay, I fix," Schwoz reassured her, ensuring that he didn't knock her confidence. She was clever, brilliant in fact, but she was often so unsure of herself that she questioned her intelligence and capability. The woman stood next to Ray, who was perfectly happy to let Schwoz take over, after all, it meant that he could put his arm around her and pull her into his side.

"Oh, sweet cheese." The girls and Ray gagged as they saw Schwoz's back hair, causing the three of them to step back.

"So, where is he?" The man asked the genius as the signal began to triangulate on Henry's location.

"It takes time to triangulate his location." Schwoz snapped, (y/n) resting her head on Ray's pec. A strange noise came from the shower, which confused everyone because it sounded just like a pig. WHat had Schwoz been doing in there?

A soapy pig ran out from the shower, making Ray, Charlotte and (y/n) look at it in shock.

"I'll be there in a minute!" Schwoz told the pig, which seemed to satisfy the pig into returning to the back of the Man Cave.

"You were in the shower with your pig?" Charlotte asked him incredulously.

"She has to get clean too." The little man told her, not seeing how (y/n) stared at him with an annoyed expression. A goddamn pig in the showers that she had to clean? Oh, hell no.

"Yeah, she gets clean outside where I don't have to mop down any pig gunge." She hissed, now knowing why Schwoz's shower always smelt funny.

"She has no gunge." He whined, thinking that his pig was perfect and pristine.

"Get that pig out of that shower or we'll be having sausages for dinner tomorrow." (y/n)smiled at him sweetly, but her words scared the living daylights out of Schwoz, resulting in him slipping and sliding across the floor so he could get his pig out of her way.

~Van Del's layer~

The crazed criminal, Van Del, was busying shooting paintballs at several pinups of Captain Man, his sworn enemy.

"Van Del?" A nervous minion asked him, not wanting to upset his boss by rudely interrupting him.

"I'm busy painting." The 'artist' groaned, firing at a photo and landing a scarlet splatter right on Captain Man's nose.

"But Spray-Z wants to talk to you." The boy told him, making Van Del sigh and point his paint gun at him.

"Give me the phone, now go stir the paint before I throw you into it." He groaned, making the minion dash off to a large vat of bubbling red paint.

"Talk." Van Del said into the phone, resuming his assault on another pic of Ray.

"Kid Danger's here." One of the Wall Dogs at the golf course reported, piquing his boss's interest.

"Put him on the phone." Van Del ordered, adamant that he should get to talk to the superhero.

"Van Del?" Henry asked, pleasing the criminal exponentially. It wasn't often he got to converse with his enemy's sidekick.

"Kid Danger. I hear your boss wants me in prison." He seethed into his cell, firing at Captain Man's portrait again.

"Well...maybe Captain Man's not my boss anymore." Henry told him, intriguing the Wall Dogs around him and their leader on the other end of the line.

"Interesting. Put Spray-Z on the phone." He ordered the boy, sitting up straighter in his chair.

"It's me," Spray-Z answered after a small kerfuffle over Henry not knowing which Wall Dog was which.

"Did you search Kid Danger?" Van Del interrogated his minion.

"Search him for what?" Spray-Z replied, not being the smartest Wall Dog in the gang.

"Oh, I don't know, meatballs and bikini tops?" His boss said sarcastically, but the dumb kid couldn't read between the lines to see that he was joking. He gave the order, endlessly irritating Van Del.

"Spray Z. Spray-Z!" He yelled down the phone.

"What's up?" The boy asked, wondering what the man wanted now.

"Search him for weapons, recording devices, things like that." The criminal spelt it out plainly so the goon would get the picture.

"Ah, right, right." Spray-Z hit the side of his head, trying to get his head in the game.

"And, use the wand." Van Del added, so the gang did as they were told. Seizing Henry, Veronika waved a hand-held metal detector over his costume, looking for anything that could be used against them. Coming to his utility belt, the wand turned from green to red, indicating that Henry had something...suspicious on him.

"What you got in there?" Two Canz asked him, to which Henry looked at her cooly.

"Nothing but rock hard abs." He sassed her, but the girl wasn't in the mood for games.

"Check his belt buckle." She ordered the guy holding him, so he fiddled around with the metal buckle until he found a blinking microchip thing.

"I swear I didn't know that was in there." He stuttered, hoping that they'd buy it. Snatching the tiny device from the dude's fingers, Two-Canz studied it closely.

"It's a tracking device!" She hissed.

"Captain Man must've put it there! That jerk!" He lied, desperately praying that the plan hadn't just majorly backfired.

~Back in the Man Cave~

Schwoz had scurried back to his seat after moving the pig from the shower and was now trying to secure a fix on Henry.

"Why can't you find Henry?" Charlotte questioned him, as Ray paced back and forth nervously. Had he been found out? Had their plan failed? Had the Wall Dogs done something to him?

"I told you it takes time!" Schwoz reiterated his point from earlier, frustrating Ray.

"Time is the one thing we don't have." The large man growled, leaning over (y/n) as she crouched down to help Schwoz.

"Well, time and machines that poop gold, we also don't have gold." (y/n) joked to slice through the tension that was rapidly building.

~Big Putts Golf Course~

"All right, if you really didn't know about this tracking device, then bust it up." A Wall Dog instructed Henry, wanting to see the kid break his final tie to Captain Man. Veronika passed him a hammer as Henry internally cursed what he was about to do.

"Okay. But I don't need this." He told the guy, chucking the hammer into Spray-Z's stomach.

"Check this out." He said to the group, throwing the tracking device upwards and shooting it midair with his laser remote. A shower of sparks rained down on the Wall Dogs' heads and Henry prayed that his friends back in the Man Cave were able to pinpoint his location before the signal went dead.

~The Man Cave~

Everyone looked at the screen in horror as it flashed a 'no signal' message.

"What happened?" Ray exclaimed, fear swelling in his chest.

"We lost Henry's signal." (y/n) breathed, she and Schwoz trying to find it again, but it was pointless. You can't find what doesn't exist. Ray and Charlotte put their hands on their heads in defeat; what were they gonna do now?

~Back at the Golf Course~

"Now, give us your little laser toy." Spray-Z told Henry, who was reluctant to give up his last line of defence.

"But this kind of belongs to Captain Man, and I don't think I---" He tried to excuse, but Veronika didn't like his hesitation.

"Who's side are you on? The Wall Dogs' or Captain Man's?" She asked him, getting Henry to choose between maintaining his lie or keeping himself safe as Ray told him to.

"Yours." He cemented, passing the laser remote into the boy's hand, proving his loyalty.

"Cool." It wasn't a good idea to give Spray-Z a weapon, but oh, well.

"Okay, you guys finish working on the windmill. I'm going to work on Kid Danger," Veronika smirked at him, shaking a tin of black spray paint.

"What are you gonna do?" Henry asked her, internally panicking at what (y/n) would say when she saw the mess on his uniform. She'd have to spend hours on the costume to get the paint off and he guessed that he was already in her bad books since she didn't know about his and Ray's plan to infiltrate the Wall Dogs' lair.

"You'll see." She smiled, pushing him into the corner of the course so she could start painting.

"Hey, how's this thing work?" Spray-Z asked, pointing Henry's laser remote directly into his eye.

"Be careful with that or else you might---"Henry's warning came a little too late as the dumb kid shot himself in the eye, causing him to clutch it in pain. Accidents always happen to stupid people.

~15 minutes later~

The Wall Dogs were still working on the windmill, but Veronika had finished painting over the vibrant red and blue hues of Henry's costume.

"Okay, everybody! Check out the new Kid Danger!" She called out to her friends, showing off how she'd turned his tunic black and had created a swirling pattern on his pants and boots.

"Aw, yeah. That is dope." The gang admired her art, liking how the teen superhero looked like one of them now.

"How does it feel?" Veronika smirked.

"Feels baaaad." Henry twisted his catchphrase to fit his new persona, even though the paint made him feel very sticky.

"Van Del's going to love it." The girl said, the others agreeing with her. Perfect, everything was going according to the plan.

"This is so weird, I feel like a real Wall Dog now." Henry smiled, but the gang was quick to dampen his spirits.

"Not yet, man. We're gonna take you to the grill and we'll let Van Del decide if you can be a Wall Dog." Henry was told.

"What grill?" He asked, curious as to where Van Del's hideout was.

"That's a secret..." A boy tried to say, but Spray-Z couldn't help himself.

"It's the Old Maple Grill." He revealed dumbly, causing his teammates to groan.

"Shut up, man! What is wrong with you?!" They scolded him, not wanting Kid Danger to know the location before they could fully trust him.

"I got shot in the eye with a laser!" Spray-Z whined as the group began to argue amongst themselves.

"The Old Maple Grill's been abandoned for years," Henry mentioned to Veronika.

"Just wait." She smirked, but Henry's stomach dropped as two Wall Dog's dragged Jasper over to the group. What had the kid gotten himself into?

"You guys are going to be in big trouble." He hissed at them, trying to break free from their grip.

"Oh no," Henry mumbled.

"Yo! Who's the herbert?" A guy asked.

"We caught him across the street, spying on us." The girl in the glitter mask replied, Jasper, being not afraid to confirm her story.

"That's right. And I found you and as soon as I get out of here, I'm calling the cops." He told them, holding up his phone like an idiot. Someone should've told him that telling the bad guys about your escape plan is the worst thing you can do in a hostage situation. Snatching his cell from his hand, a Wall Dog threw it far away and into the pond on the golf course.

"But, but, but, but...well, now, how am I supposed to call the cops?" He asked them rhetorically.

"I think this Herbert need to be a little more...colourful." The guy said, and the gang took up their spray cans so they could tag him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. Why don't we let our new friend spray the Herbert?" Veronika suggested, turning to Henry who gulped at the notion. The gang enthusiastically agreed, but Henry wasn't so sure. He wouldn't do this to a stranger, let alone his best friend.

"Give me some cans." He told them in a stern voice, plucking up the courage to do as they had asked so he could stay in the group.

"Kid Danger?" Jasper gasped as he noticed the superhero stood across from him.

"What's up?" The teen asked cooly, shaking his can.

"What happened to your outfit?" He spluttered, not believing that one of his heroes would turn evil.

"None of your biz, Herbert," Henry told him cruelly, guilt rising in his chest as the Wall Dogs enjoyed his mean performance.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to fight for what's good and right." Jasper stressed, but the boy superhero had to keep up his pretence that he was bad now.

"Things change. Now I spray paint Herberts with big feet." He bullied his friend, hating how disheartened Jasper looked.

"No, no, no. Don't paint me." The captured boy screamed, but it was futile; the kid sprayed orange and blue paint all over his body, torturing him with the cold spray. They let him go eventually, but only after he left looking like there had been an explosion in a paint factory.

~Back in the Man Cave~

"Guys, guys, guys! I found something!!!" Charlotte screamed as she sprinted out of the elevator. She had just legged it from Henry's house, having found Jasper all painted up from his encounter with the Wall Dogs. They had sprayed him everywhere, and there had been an interesting addition to the paint on his back.

"If it's not Henry's head on a spike then I'm not interested." (y/n) said lamely, closing her eyes as she rested against Ray on the couch. He had cleaned himself in the hour Charlotte had been gone and had decided to let Schwoz poke around on the computer whilst he took some time-out with his favourite girl.

"No! I found a message on Jasper's back that Henry painted!" The girl exclaimed, dashing over to the computer so she could put her photo on the monitor. The adults sat up and joined her and Schwoz by the supercomputer, curious as to what Jasper had anything to do with this.

"The bucket kid?" Ray asked, confused by her quick sentence.

"Jasper got spray painted by Kid Danger at Big Putts Golf Course and this is what he wrote on his back." She explained, showing them the image of the abbreviation OMG that had been distinctly drawn there, the black paint contrasting the rest of the bright colours.

"You think it's a message?" Ray asked her, thinking about what Henry could mean. He knew his sidekick was trying to give him a sign about where to go since the signal had failed, but he couldn't grasp its coded meaning.

"It must be a place in Swellview." Schwoz theorised, thinking about every building in the city where crime boss would want to build his secret base.

"But where?" Ray stroked his chin, Charlotte rolling her eyes at how slow they were.

"The Old Maple Grill!" (y/n) gasped, her brain flickering to life as she dusted away the cobwebs in her mind. She felt like she had been pulled away from her depressed mood like a snapping elastic band as her neurons synchronised all at once.

"Yes! The abandoned grill on the east side of Swellview!" Charlotte smiled at her eureka moment, seeing the way she lit up as the dots connected in her mind.

"How did you think of that?" Ray asked in bafflement, surprised but not upset by the fact that she beat him to the chase.

"We used to go there all the time for their steaks. Don't you remember?" She reminded him, recalling how the times she shared with him in the restaurant were some of the first instances where she felt her heart flutter when he laughed at her jokes. It was so long ago, back when she'd only been working for him for a short while, she wasn't disheartened to learn that he had let the memory slip away. It must have been precious only to her.

"Oh, yeah." He smiled, zoning out as his three friends began to get ready for his assault on the Wall Dogs. They busied themselves at the computer as he remembered what it felt like to be sat in that grill. She looked so lovely on those nights, even when she had been tired and run-down from the late nights and hectic days. He recalled how he had cursed to himself when he realised that he'd do anything to make her smile or to keep her there with him. She had become important to him and that terrified the man who had always kept people at an arm's length. After all the women he had gone through, his best friend was the one he had given his heart to and he had no hope of taking it back.

"Ray, are you ready?" Schwoz asked, breaking him out of his daydream.

"What? No!" He quickly stammered, thinking that he had been asked if he was ready to confess to (y/n) that he was head over heels in love with her.

"But we have everything ready." The young woman in question told him with a frown on her face. Taking a glance at the computer monitor, Ray realised that they were talking about going after Van Del.

"Oh right, yeah, I'm ready." He mentally slapped himself into focus, using his Captain Man voice to appear like he hadn't just had a mini-meltdown at the thought of admitting his feelings.

"There's been a lotta activity around the Old Maple Grill recently, so we're pretty sure that's where the Wall Dogs are," Charlotte told him and Ray walked over to the tubes.

"Right, I'm gonna go over there and teach that scum a lesson." He growled, whacking his belt buckle to the tube would come down. (y/n) wasn't sure if he was talking about Van Del or Henry, but in her mind, they were both as bad as each other, so she didn't care.

"Good luck!"

"Kick some ass!" The three friends waved him goodbye as he shot up the tube, intent on bringing the Wall Dogs to justice and Henry home.

~Van Del's lair~

"Kid Danger? He's here?" Van Del asked his minions as he descended some metal stairs in his hideout. The group from the golf course had just returned to their base and were eager to show their leader their newest gang member.

"Yeah. He's outside with Veronika." One of the lead minions answered.

"Bring him. Get him." Van Del smirked, excited to finally relish the fact that Captain Man's beloved sidekick had jumped ship and joined him.

The door to the lair opened and the supervillain rubbed his hands together as Henry nervously stepped inside, Veronika following close behind him.

"How's your eye?" He asked Spray-Z, who was holding the door open for them.

"Gone!" The boy cried and Henry noticed that he was now wearing an eyepatch over the eye that had been burnt. Ouch.

"Van Del?" Henry looked at his enemy with 'respectful' eyes, trying to appear humble in the colourful den of the Wall Dogs.

"Is it true, you've turned against Captain Man and that you want to join the Wall Dogs revolution?" The boss asked him, making Henry turn back to Veronika and grin cockily.

"Yep. I do." He confirmed.

"Roll up your sleeve." Van Del ordered, confusing the kid with his unusual direction.

"Uh...why?" He asked.

"Show him the Wall Dog mark on your arms." Van Del told his followers and they all pulled back their sleeves to reveal that they all had the Wall Dog tag branded on their arms.

"Oh," Henry said quietly, feeling anxious as Van Del heated up the branding iron. This guy was insane.

"First, we test the melon." He said mysteriously, and the minions passed over a melon with a rainbow wig and glasses. This was getting weirder by the minute. Pressing the glowing metal into the fruit's skin, the heat caused it to shrivel and hiss as the Wall Dog's dark mark was left on the green surface.

"So, to join the Wall Dogs now I have to do that to a melon?" Henry asked, trying to buy himself some time so Ray could get to him. Well, only if his message on Jasper had made it back to him.

"Hold up your arm." Van Del laughed, as two goons grabbed Henry and forced his sleeve up his arm.

"Whoa, whoa, can't I just swear on the Bible or something?" The boy asked, really not liking the idea of having a painful burn on his arm for the rest of his life.

"Or if--" Henry's panicking was interrupted as a boot came flying through the door, distracting the gang from their branding.

"Ow! Dang it!" The person yelled as their foot got stuck, but Henry sighed in relief as he knew his salvation had come. An arm came through the door too, as the man tried to force his way in. Then his other leg ripped through the wood and then his other arm, in an attempt to free his stuck limbs from the door, but it only made his situation worse.

Spray-Z carefully opened the door, which probably wasn't the best idea, but he was stupid so he didn't realise it. Opening the door, the guy was revealed to be none other than Captain Man, who was struggling in the position he had put himself in.

"It's Captain Man!" A girl yelled as the Wall Dogs descended into anger and trepidation. Using the brute strength he retained in all his muscle, Ray pulled himself free from the door and scowled at the criminals.

"Well, Van Del, spray time's over." He quipped, having spent the journey time from the Man Cave to the Old Maple Grill thinking about the perfect line for his entrance.

"Prove your loyalty to the Wall Dogs." Van Del ordered Kid Danger as his minions looked between the superhero and their leader nervously. Sighing, Henry sauntered up to Ray by a few steps.

"I've only got one thing to say to you." He growled at Ray.

"Then say it." The man said back in an equally serious tone.

"...I am so glad you're here!" Henry broke out into a gleeful smile and jumped into Ray's arms so he could give his friend a huge hug. He was so worried back there that he'd have to get branded. The Wall Dogs, especially Veronika, watched in horror as the superheroes revelled in their reunion.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Veronika yelled at Henry, not realising that she had been set up.

"Fighting crime, baby." He smirked at her cooly as Ray couldn't contain his elated grin.

"I love this kid." Captain Man laughed at his sidekick's words and gave him a quick side hug. As if he'd turn evil for a girl.

"You lied to me." Veronika cried, heartbroken that she'd been so foolish and trusted the boy.

"Yep." The boy answered truthfully.

"You used me!" She added.

"That is also true," Henry stated, feeling little to no remorse at what he had done since it had helped him and Captain Man find the Wall Dogs

"She is really pretty." Ray pointed out, knowing what it was like to be swept away by a girl's beauty since it happened to him every day when (y/n) came down from her room for breakfast.

"Right?" Henry agreed, smiling as he appreciated the girl that fell for him.

"But how could you..." She trailed off, not being able to say out loud that he had betrayed her.

"Look, I had to make you think that I turned against Captain Man and that I was falling in love with you so you'd bring me here to Van Del," Henry explained, causing the villain to grab one of his minions in anger.

"You idiot! You led Captain Man right to us!" He snapped, holding the poor kid by the scruff of his neck.

"It wasn't my fault. When we found the tracking device on the kid, we blew it up." He told his boss.

"Yeah. And that's when I knew I had to get a message to Captain Man, so I spray painted O-M-G on that kid you guys caught at Big Putts." Ray smirked at the boy's genius, glad that he picked a kid that was so smart to be his sidekick.

"You mean the kid with the big feet?" Spray-Z asked.

"Uh-huh. But his feet arent big, they're huge." Henry said, amusing himself at his slight jibe at Jasper.

"Wait, I still don't understand all this." A kid said, frowning at how all the facts were jumbled in his head.

"What? You mean that Kid Danger and I set up a whole plan to find your secret hideout and capture Van Del?" Ray asked, and the crowd nodded. They didn't have a clue what was going on. The superhero duo sighed; looks like they'd have to spell it out for them.

"All right."

"We'll explain it in more detail." They said, Ray, sitting down so they could talk about the entire plan.

~45 minutes later~

Well, that was tedious. It had taken them three-quarters of an hour just to get up to the whole OMG thing, and Ray and Henry had almost passed out from boredom.

"And so, when my helper saw the O-M-G that Kid Danger sprayed on that boy's back, she knew that was a clue," Ray explained to the now seated Wall Dogs, who still didn't get it.

"Old Maple Grill, O-M-G," Henry told them, and they all verbally confirmed their understanding.

"Wait. When did you even come up with this whole plan?" A girl asked, knowing that Kid Danger had been with them for the whole day and night.

"Well, you see, at first I lied to Captain Man," Henry said as Van Del started to get antsy from having waited so long.

"By not telling me that Veronika asked him to meet her under the Swellview sign," Ray added, the teen girl in front of him glaring at Henry.

"But then I felt guilty so I told him." The kid confessed, his golden morality shining through his smile.

"Who's a good boy?" Ray asked him in a silly voice and jokingly hit him in the stomach.

"Me." The kid giggled, happy that his boss was proud of him.

"So that's when we decided to really--" The large man was cut off as Van Del's patience finally snapped.

"STOP THIS! This explanation has been going on for 45 minutes! Enough!" The crime boss yelled, making Henry and Ray roll their eyes. What a temper, geez.

"Well, what do you want us to do?" Spray-Z asked, disappointed that he didn't get to hear the end of the story.

"Attack them!" He bellowed and the room collapsed in pandemonium as the Wall Dogs began to punch and kick at Captain Man and Kid Danger. Veronika swiped at Ray who easily blocked her punches as Henry battled Spray-Z, who wasn't very bright so he was quickly on the floor. Overpowering the girl, Ray pushed her onto the floor as the next minion lined up to fight him.

"Hey, Captain Man!" A boy caught his attention, holding up a long metal pole in his hands. Seeing that Ray was in danger, (even though he couldn't actually get hurt, but still), Henry grabbed his laser remote and fired it at the metal, the laser melting through it so it became useless.

Smiling that his opponent was now unarmed, Ray charged forwards and kicked him to the floor as Henry struggled against Spray-Z. Using the kid to lift himself up, Henry kicked an oncoming goon and threw his elbow back into the boy's nose. Now, he had no nose and one eye; it wasn't a good day for Spray-Z.

"Get him!" Van Del grunted when Ray opened a cabinet door into one of his minions' faces. Kid Danger dropped kicked another boy as Ray cut through the crowd, taking down anyone who stood in his path. With another guy being thrown through a pile of paint cans, the leader of the Wall Dogs cringed as the superhero duo annihilated his gang.

Seeing her chance to escape, Veronika ran up the metal stairs to the lair's second level but stepped back in shock as Ray launched a shopping cart of art supplies at her. Spinning around to go back the other way, she found herself trapped between the cart and Kid Danger.

"Where are you going?" Henry asked her as she tried to get past him.

"I'm sorry, but we got to keep you here until the cops show up." He told her as Ray swung across the room on a rope, kicking two goons over a sofa as he did.

"Really? Is that the truth?" Veronika snarled at Henry.

"What do you mean?" He inquired, puzzled at what she had said.

"Everything you've told me up to now has been a lie." She sniffed at him, growing teary at the thought of the boy she believed she could trust betraying her.

"We had to stop you and the other Wall Dogs from breaking the law." He sighed, knowing that it was his duty to stop criminals, no matter what.

"Well, you're a really good actor. 'Cause the way you kissed me, I thought maybe you liked it...and liked me." She gazed at him with a devastated face. Henry sighed and looked up as he blocked out the noise of Ray beating the other Wall Dogs to a pulp.

"What are you doing?" Veronika wondered why he was looking at the ceiling when she had just spilt her feelings to him.

"I don't know, but I sure hope you don't escape while I'm looking at the cool ceiling." He told her, his suggestive tone making her eyes widen. She looked around to see Captain Man still fighting Van Del and her friends, so she took her chance and ran down the escape corridor, but not before coming back to give Henry one last parting kiss.

Having tied up and hoisted the last minion above the floor using his rope, Ray was joined by Henry and they moved in on Van Del, who backed up the stairs as they tried to corner him.

"Don't come near me." He warned Captain Man, who wasn't even a bit scared of him.

"I'm coming near you." He retorted as the two continued to ascend the stairs.

"Leave me alone." Van Del stressed.

"Nope, here I come." Ray inched closer as Van Del's only hope of escape turned out to be a locked door. With his sidekick on his heels, Ray prepared himself to arrest the man.

"I am an artist." The villain tried to say, thinking that what he'd done was right even though the law said otherwise.

"You're a criminal," Ray growled and pushed Van Del over the flimsy railing and into his vat of red paint.

"AAH! I'M DROWNING!! I'm drawing in my own paint!" The guy shouted pathetically as he splashed about in the warm and sticky liquid.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" The two superheroes shouted down at him as he freaked out.

"It's only, like, three feet deep. You can stand up." Ray told him, making the man stop flowering and get to his feet.

"Oh. This is so embarrassing." Van Del said as he wiped the paint from his eyes.

"Yeah."

"It really is." Henry and Ray agreed.

~Back at the Man Cave, (y/n)'s PoV~

"We are live at the Old Maple Grill where Captain Man and Kid Danger just captured the graffiti bandits known as the Wall Dogs." I listened intently to the sudden news report, almost choking on my soda when I heard the story.

"Holy shit, Henry's not evil." I gasped to myself, being alone since Schwoz was off doing 'Schwoz' things and Charlotte had gone home when her work shift had ended. I didn't know whether to feel overjoyed or angry at the superheroes onscreen; Henry was still the sweet kid I knew he was, but then again, I was almost certain that he and Ray had been in cahoots about his so-called 'betrayal' the entire time.

"So what do you guys plan to do with the reward money?" Evelyn Hall, the reporter, asked the two. I have to say, I was more than curious to hear their response since after I'd got hold of them they wouldn't be able to spend it after I'd finished with them.

Ray lied to me. That's the truth, he knew what was happening the entire time and he just let me believe that the kid had joined that stupid gang for some girl. After working with him for so long, I had thought that we had a mutual trust in our friendship, he could tell me anything and I would have taken the secret to my grave. I thought he knew that, I thought he trusted me. Clearly not.

"Well, the truth is, we never would have found the Wall Dogs if a young teenage boy with gigantic feet hadn't tipped us off." Ray's voice came out of the speakers as I sulked and munched angrily on a spring roll. But my heart melted a little when I realised that they were giving the ten thousand dollars to Jasper so the kid could get his foot reduction surgery thing.

I sighed to myself, debating whether to feel angry or proud that they had completed their noble mission. I suppose I don't have to know everything that went off in the Man Cave, after all, everyone has their secrets and everyone's entitled to keep their secrets.

"And who was this young man?" Evelyn asked Henry, who leaned towards the microphone so he could speak clearly.

"His name is Jasper Dunlop." The boy answered, making me smile at how kind he was being to his best friend. Any other kid would have kept the ten grand for himself, but not our Henry, selfless as always.

"So, we're going to take the ten thousand dollar reward and give it to Jasper." Ray smiled into the camera, and I couldn't help but smile back. That darn smile always got to me.

Switching off the news, I stood up and looked around the Man Cave. It always felt so big when I was alone, but I knew that my friend would be back soon with his heroic sidekick in tow. Thinking about Henry with a gentle smile on my face, the darkness of his costume snapped into my mind. I groaned when I sussed that the Wall Dogs must've painted it or something when he was fooling them.

"Stupid paint on stupid fabric never comes off," I growled to no one, thinking that I'd be the one to scrub it clean. It was times like this that made my job feel like work, but when he smiled at me, it felt like bliss. Even if he lied to me and broke my heart more times than I cared to count, I'd always be there, waiting for him to come home. I was in love with him, even if he would never love me back.

~Meanwhile, in the Man Van~

The cops had taken a very messy Van Del away in handcuffs, slamming the police van door in his face as he was scattered off to jail with his minions. It had been a long day's work and they were both relieved to just get in the Man Van and drive home. Jasper would get the reward money and they'd sleep tonight knowing that another one of Swellview's enemies was locked up behind bars.

"Do you think (y/n) will be mad at me?" Henry asked Ray quietly as the man drove along the quiet road.

"What? Nah, she loves you too much kid to be mad at you, she'll just...be mad at me." Ray gulped as he ruffled Henry's hair. He knew that his return to the Man Cave meant he'd have to own up to the fact that he knew that Henry wasn't evil, and his best friend would be beyond pissed.

"She'll forgive you though, I mean, you're best friends." Henry reminded him, but it wasn't enough to quell the man's fear. He had always seen their friendship as the perfect oxymoron; indescribably resilient, but also completely delicate. It had stood the test of time, it had endured every curveball life had thrown at them, it had coped with every girl ray had turned to that wasn't her, but he still felt like a wrong move could shatter it like glass.

"Yeah," Ray said quietly, drowning in his insecurities. Henry wasn't stupid and he had been around the couple long enough to recognise the signs of them floundering with their feelings.

"Man, she always forgives you. You don't have to worry." He comforted his boss, trying to calm his fear that (y/n) would not forgive Ray for lying to her. He could take responsibility for the lie and say that it was his idea, but he didn't need to.

Ray was man enough to go home to her, even if he could never tell her the way he felt. The thought of her waiting up for him made his heart flutter and it endeavoured him to press down harder on the gas.

He would face her wrath, her tears, her disappointment because that was what it took for him to go home to her. He wanted to grovel on his knees until she would accept his pleading for forgiveness, he wanted to fall asleep watching her favourite rom-com, despite the goofy storyline always making him groan. He'd do it all for her, because he loved her, even if she would never love him back.

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WTF WKX you can't just touch people's false faces! Stop that!

Sassy girl giving away all your secrets WKX.

"You've changed your appearance." "Is it pretty?" WKX leans in further and waits for him to take a drink. "It's perfect." This guy has mad flirting skills.

The way WKX clears his throat, like no one is asking I am dying on the vine, disciple do something! lol

Mr. Zhou your cynicism is showing!

Shen Shen (?) really shook by the death of the Zhang dad.

Who the heck are these two old people? And why they calling Shen Shen out like that? If I say I like them will they die too?

Ok, but serious question... does this show have anything to do with the Moonlight Blade mobile mmorpg?

I like the old beggar dude.

Meanwhile WKX staring at the sleeping (meditating?) Mr. Zhou. He is so gone on the mystery of this guy. It is kinda cute. Ok, WKX were all those spars just so you could feel up Mr. Zhou? Seriously man... Oh boy... he gonna wax about that flexible sword of Mr. Zhou's now?

These two old coots making everyone scared. Good for them. I like Lu Liu and Tao Hong. They take no shit.

Beggar Elder offering assistance to find Chengling prolly has the best chance of finding him, honestly.

"I'm tired, lets go find some rest in the shade" he says, gets to shade and WKX is already drinking tea. Poor man must feel hounded by now. It's like how they talk about people hunting deer, like.... the deer gets a head start and then just when it is thinking to rest there is the hunter again. Daaaang.

Aaaand again.

Oh... who could have possibly reserved the entire inn? I wonder. Zhou's face says: Of fucking course it is. Even Chengling looks so done with WKX's shit.

Smooth... smooth. Calling him beautiful. Everyone around WKX at this point whispers to each other: does he need glasses? Does he know he needs glasses?

But I gave you my room!!!! *gets kicked out anyway* Lol

WKX walks away with a "this man amuses me" face.

Jeez Chengling...

These two... They just need to kiss already. WKX flirting so hard... he doesn't want to get in Zhou's pants, just wants to see his face. (He totally seems to want both)

Oh my god.... "Who is the cutest person then?"

WKX "Someone with a slim waist, long legs, looks tough, but is softhearted." His flirting is a weapon.

Ugggghhhh leave Chengling alone! That boy needs a hug, not your strident voice hollering at him at the dinner table!

"It's as if I bullied you!" Well yes, that is what just happened.

Ao Laizi has cool clothes.

WKX handling everything and telling Zhou to go back to sleep is cute. Dang it why is he so cute? "Can I call you Ah Xu?" I am officially dying at this guy. That hand brush.... hooo boy... hawt.

#the shenanijiang watches #word of honor #episode 3

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Genshin Impact - To the Stars Shining in the Depths Act III and Act IV Commentary (full spoilers)

-Finding a quiet place to read a book?! Not me relating to Paimon?!

-I love the Furina-Neuvillette interactions.

-FATHER IS HERE! FATHER ARLECCHINO IS HERE, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

-Oh, the House of Hearth is in Fontaine? I wasn’t sure.

-”A personal relationship with the administrator” - NEUVILLETTE, WHAT! Hoyo, why you feeding us the good Wrio/Neuvi content like that

-No, I don’t want that cake, the Knave brought that cake, what are you up to, Monsieur Neuvillette?

-I also think spoilers are despicable, thank you Charlotte (*and I’m just realizing post-quests that in the end we never catch up with Charlotte??)

-I see. We are guilty of eating the cake. Neuvi, you little snek.

-Did Childe get teleported in the Abyss or something

-Wriothesleyyyy! Is he cat-oriented? Dog-oriented?

-Why is our baby Lyney in prison! Oh, he should be Arlecchino’s spy, yeah? We’re disrupting Wriothesley’s business so bad

-What Neuvillette and Wriothesley have to discuss is not for your ears, Paimon. Let them be.

-The rizz of Lyney to leave us a card, jeez.

-The two spies from the two sides, we really are star-crossed lovers, aren’t we, Lyney

-Oh, Lyney actually goes out of his way to tell us everything, good boy. Or he might be manipulating us, but you know what, eff it, I choose to trust Lyney and take him at face value.

-Lyney, your crush is showing.

-Sigewinne’s lil shoes tho.

-Childe, I love you, but investigating you is taking too long and I’m not interacting with any main characters and I’m starting to grumble

-Is Alexis’ VA Diluc’s VA…? They sound so similar (JP dub).

-How long has Childe been in prison???

-Lyney really said “We will not take advantage of my crush. Lynette! To the infirmary!”

-We are the Romeo and Juliet of Genshin, Lyney. Deny thy Father, Lyney.

-Traumatic flashbacks Lyney?? “This is not like what happened last time, the situation is different now”??? He is SUFFERING, omg LYNEY

-”A parents’ evening” hahaha

-Us to Siggie: “If you’re close with Neuvillette, why not learn a thing or two about virtue from him?” Wow, we’re going all out on protecting and standing up for the Lyney siblings, huh. Look at us go.

-FREMINET CONSUMED PRIMORDIAL SEAWATER??? HELP!

-Ah yes, patch 4.1, the “Lyney Has a Breakdown” patch.

-Wriothesley and Sigewinne are so unpredictable.

-”Lyney has finally begun to stop tensing the muscles on his face” ??? JUST HOW CLOSE ARE YOU WATCHING HIM, AETHER

-I love the siblings’ interactions, they’re so soft, and I love that we finally see more of them with Freminet. They are adorable.

-Why is Aether smiling when admitting we’ll tell our little Fatui friends everything, lmao.

-Wriothesley about to become his technical consultants’ best man.

-The siblings see us as familyyyy waaaaaahhhh :’))))

-I was like, what is Wriothesley gonna do, PUNCH the water? But yes, ofc, he’s cryo, he’s legit gonna punch the water.

-The Neuvillete-Wriothesley-Clorinde interactions are so interesting, they’re such a power group of people. Also they’re Levi, Erwin and Mikasa, THESE ARE MY PEOPLE! Also, I’m very happy we see more of Clorinde, and for some reason extra happy that she works with Wriothesley because it just makes sense, somehow. They seem to match so well.

-Furina Marie-Antoinette-coded huh

-Arclecchino is pyro? I mean, she’s not wrong with her questions at Furina. But see, this just makes me think even more that Furina DOES have a plan… but not this Furina. That she split parts of herself… for reasons. And they’re somewhere. Including in the Oratrice. And she’ll become Furina-Furina again in the next Archon Quest. Maybe she even used part of her to make Neuvillette into who he is, idk.

-Are we seriously reassuring the Knave that Lyney et al are good little Fatui? We’re so fond of them.

-Oh? Father(-in-law) knows I’m close to her son?

-Dude, it’s so cool speaking so civilly and openly with Arlecchino, especially after dealing with Dottore and Scaramouche.

-I would also be happy to cooperate with you, Arlecchino, I really would! Even Aether’s not reacting negatively, he’s not outright rejecting it.

-It wouldn’t be a Neuvillette patch without some Water Dragon tears.

-We are actually asking if he’s the Dragon!!

-And he just outright said yes?!?! WHAT! Refreshing.

-Ooooh, such interesting lore! Dragons are weaker now because part of their power is the basis of the Archons’ Authorities!

-Freminet hang-out when

-Lyney’s like, “YAAAAY, Father approves of my crush! My crush didn’t immediately clash with Father! YAAAY!”

-I love the way our relationship with the siblings is evolving

-90% of the people we’ve met in Fontaine: “This is normal human behavior, right? I’m doing it right, right?”

-Wriothesley and Neuvillette trying to flirt will be like, “Wanna bring the water… And I’ll bring the tea… And have a tea-making session…”

-AAAHH, I can’t wait for Act V, it’ll be probably be the finale, right?

#genshin impact #genshin impact spoilers #this got long #but i was excited

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॰ In The Rich Man's World ॰

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Chapter 14 - Can You Fool

It was a relatively cold and damp night, but the cheap heater did all the necessary work in a small apartment like Louise's. The doorbell rang as she put on her silk stockings. There was a hole in one of them, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Louise slipped her feet into the uncomfortable heels, finished putting on her earrings and went to the door, rather annoyed at the interruption and because she wasn't expecting any visitors.

She opened the door with a jolt and her eyes widened. Her friend was there, holding an almost empty bottle of wine in a brown paper bag. Purple splashes of Beaujolais stained the stairs behind. You were coatless, just emerging from the freezing fog, tiny crystals of moisture sparkling on your shoulders.

''(Y/N)! What the hell happened? Are you okay?''

''Do I look okay?''

Louise let out a short, muffled laugh, letting her concern show and motioning for you to come in before you froze, closing the door as you did so. In astonishment, Louise noticed the traces of make-up ruined by tears on your face, as well as lips pale from the cold and alcohol.

''Jeez, (Y/N)... you've had enough, haven't you?'' She said as she gently took the bottle from your hand and shook it. ''Ah... it's almost empty. Come on, I'll get you something more harmless to drink.''

With that said, Louise ran to the fridge and looked inside for a long moment. What would be good for a drunk friend? Juice? She was afraid the sugar would make you throw up. Water? It seemed only the minimum. She needed something harmless enough for you to tell her straight away what had happened and dispel the knot of anxiety forming in the pit of her stomach.

''(Y/N), what do you want to drink?'' She asked, looking for anything close to what you were going to answer.

"Poison.'' You replied, grumbling. "Poison, ice and lime.''

Then Louise just picked up a glass of water.

''Come on, (Y/N), what happened?'' She asked, putting her hands on your shoulders. ''Is it to do with that dinner with Thom? Did you accept the date? Did he do anything?''

''No... I mean, yes, but no. Not exactly. He did... but not what you think.''

"Then tell me!''

And you did. Although incoherent and babbling, Louise managed to catch two out of every ten words you said and that seemed enough. She understood that the dinner was in a fancy restaurant called Barmini which was really quiet and empty.

After Thomas, the most quoted element in your story was Susan, for some reason. Susan Foster, an oil research manager and Thom's wife. It wasn't very common to see her around the building. Every month she would show up to deliver something personal to her husband or to complain about the HR department.

Louise wasn't sure why you were being so blabby; the relief of being with someone who would understand, perhaps. But it was meaningless, disconnected babble that she honestly wasn't cerebral enough to decrypt.

''I swear to God, I'm going to kick that cockroach's ass!''

''Stay calm, (Y/N)! Who are you going to beat up?''

"Sue, that bitch!''

Then Louise's eyes widened and she was paralyzed for a few seconds.

''What?'' She asked, incredulous. ''Oh, my God... don't tell me she showed up there.''

''No, no...'' You said, grimacing. ''But I'm going to tear her hair out when I see her!''

''(Y/N), are you crazy? She's the dude's wife! Do you want to lose your job?''

''I don't care about this shitty job anymore, I can't take it!''

''Tell me what happened, damn it! If Susan didn't do anything, then what did Thom do?''

''What did Thom do? Ah! I'll show you!''

Then you dramatically held out a crumpled, wet piece of paper from your pocket. Its condition made everything written on it illegible. The only word Louise managed to decipher after long seconds was "porcelain", but it wasn't much help.

"What's that?''

''The fucking invitation to Thom's porcelain wedding anniversary party!''

''Did he invite you?''

''Yes...'' You sobbed. ''He invited me and I think he's going to invite you too... oh, I can't believe it!''

''Ah, (Y/N)....'' You could feel Louise's voice soften as she put a comforting hand on your tired shoulder again. ''You already knew he was married. Why are you acting like a Roberta Flack now?"

"It's because... ah, I shouldn't be saying this, but fuck it. He called me to that stupid fancy dinner... he even ordered my favorite dish and I thought... damn. He did all that and said he had good news.''

''Hm... go on.''

''I thought... I don't know. I thought something else...''

''What? That he'd split up and was now going to ask you to live with him?''

''No! I mean... no, not that. Not exactly.''

''And the good news was the porcelain wedding? Ah... damn, that hurt even my feelings.'' She grimaced and pursed her lips, still wanting to hear the rest of the story.

"No. That was the second one.''

''And what was the first?''

You bit the inside of your cheek and sat down in a chair.

''He talked about the Ecclesiastes project... Do you know what that is?''

''That one about the corpse that everyone talks about but no one finds?''

''Yes, that's right. The kind of project they need an idiot to go crazy with and spare the bosses.''

''What do you mean?''

"He referred me to this project without asking my permission, Louise.'' You shook your head to clear a strand of hair from in front of your eyes. ''The bastard put me first on the list of guinea pigs!''

''That... that's not good? I remember Mister Campbell saying that you were the most competent employee in the company and that the Ecclesiastes Project was something of, I don't know, stratospheric secrecy, no?"

''Yes, stratospheric secrecy... and I'm telling you now. And I'm sure that in a few months the whole company will know about it! Nobody takes this company and its stratospheric secrecy seriously, Louise. Except me... I look foolish enough for them to trust me with this project.''

''You mean you're going to manage the project now?! Are you sure?''

''Sure? I have no choice! If Thom recommended me right after sucking the balls of the company directors, I'm sure I'll be the first fool to be chosen.''

''I can't understand it. Didn't you want to work on something big? This project is much more than big.''

''No, Louise... this project is a black hole. The directors of the company are going to invest millions in research to find something that doesn't exist. And we won't find anything because... well, because that corpse doesn't exist!''

''So what? You'll still be managing something very big, even if it doesn't exist. Astronomers have been doing this with aliens for decades.''

''Yes, and they never find the damn aliens. But while they don't, a lot of money is lost, and some idiot has to take the blame for the loss!''

''Ah... now I understand. You're going to be the idiot.''

''That's right!''

''But, you see, you still got what you wanted.''

''What? A rope for me to hang myself with? I'm still waiting!''

''No, you fool! Your name is on something big, very big!''

''A big failure!''

''How do you know? You've barely started the research!''

''A project shelved twenty years ago doesn't sound like a very promising investment.''

When you talked about these things, Louise felt she had exactly as much brains as the cuckoo clock in her living room. And speaking of the cuckoo clock, she was late. Perhaps late enough that not even a bullet train could solve her situation.

Louise remembered, at the wrong time, why she was wearing a dress and high heels in her apartment. Luca had invited her to a dinner party, promising to cook for her for the first time something that wasn't strictly Italian. She already imagined that his culinary skills didn't extend far beyond Mediterranean territory, but she was looking forward to going to his house, even if it meant leaving the pile of scraps she called a friend at home.

"Oh shit...'' She said. ''I'm sorry, (Y/N), I have to go. But you can stay here. You can't go home drunk like this.''

''Ah? You're going out?''

''I promised to have dinner with Luca tonight, but I'll be back soon. His phone number is on the fridge door, if anything happens call him and I'll get it.''

''What? Ah, Louise, stay with me!''

"If I stay with you every time you have a problem with Thom, I'll never see my boyfriend again!''

''You see him all the time, every day! Come on, stay here!''

''You're drunk, there's a smoothie in the fridge, you can take whatever you want, but don't leave until I get back, okay? I really wanted to stay, but Luca prepared dinner for me, and I can't just cancel it.''

''All right then, Louise! Do you want to go out with Luca? Go out with Luca! But when you get back, you'll find me in the street...'' You sighed to finish speaking, sobbing. ''Because the first thing I'm going to do when you walk through this door is throw myself out of the window!''

''Pff... When you jump, don't leave the window too open.'' She scoffed as she checked her lipstick. ''I think it's going to rain.''

Then she walked back towards the door, not caring much about your threats, already very used to all this. Although she still felt guilty about having to leave, she knew that this wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last that a fight with Thom would do this to you. What worried her was how long it would last. But then she stopped for a second, cursing the sentimentality.

She sighed and struggled to take you by the arm and sit you down on the couch next to you. You hiccupped and held out the bottle of wine you'd brought, offering her some.

"Yes, thank you.'' Louise picked up the bottle and took a sip, feeling that she needed it to get rid of her nervousness. The hot liquid ran hot as blood down her tongue and turned to fire in her throat, burning away the traces of nausea. ''Do you think you'll get better?''

You didn't look any better and you didn't look like someone who would get better either; you still had tears streaming down your face and your voice was too hoarse to answer.

Louise felt a tightness in her throat for you, and pity replaced irritation. Apart from the issue of your pride, there was now a gap in that unknown and dangerous territory called the Ecclesiastes Project. The project was open-ended before, but at least they had the comforting idea that they would have the resources and proper support to achieve whatever their goals were.

How would you, (Y/N), be, as you felt your professional fear and the responsibility for something so big? The entire research team, as well as the Speedwagon Foundation, depends on you. The decision you make will be followed and will determine the success of this project. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry, thinking about the money the company was investing in your skills. At the moment, Susan, the treacherous snake who manages the oil sector, was doing much better than you, organizing the preparations to celebrate 20 years of marriage.

At the thought of treacherous snakes, Louise felt a new pang that replaced all the lesser fears. Although you're not very vindictive - for your temperament - you would never suffer such pressure with resignation and silence. A responsibility not just for money, but for science and honor. What could you possibly want to do about the possibility of failure?

Louise saw you staring at the dark bottle, your lips tightened.

But then she imagined that the disastrous aspects of Thom's decision had probably not yet entered your drunken mind. You were occupied with a more bitter thought. Thomas Foster kept his mistress on a short leash, limited to a laboratory and other professional perks in exchange for having a little more excitement in his extramarital life. How much more would you have to tolerate because of that?

When she looked at you, you were crying. At first, being used to your constant complaints about Thom, Louise had thought it was just another unsuccessful date. But no. You didn't usually cry over trivial things. But work? That was something completely different.

"I'm a fool... You finally said, sobbing, trying to catch your breath. "Oh, my God, I'm a fool.'' And then you dropped your hands, showing your face, the tears running down your makeup, the grainy trails the mascara made on your cheeks. Then you wiped the back of your hand across your face, but the tears continued to flow from your eyes, as if it were a process entirely out of your control.

And that's what you despaired of; losing control. Getting a job as a researcher at the most renowned oil company in the world, looking for a high position and even sleeping with your boss were choices you made for the sake of control. You wanted to have total control of your life, your career and your feelings, that was the only thing that kept the spark of your worth in this corporate world burning, even when you were dealing with so much disdain and neglect. But now you're going to see that spark of value extinguished with the simple scribble of a pen, with Thom's simple decision to transfer a responsibility that should be his to his foolish lover. What could you do, anyway?

"It's not your fault.'' Louise said, touching your knee. "Don't cry.''

''And how do you know?'' You asked quietly. Without looking at her. ''I knew who he was. I could have been a decent woman and rejected him... but I didn't. I'm just paying for it.''

"You had no choice. If you rejected him, he could end your career. It's not the same as it seems in your head.''

"But it almost is.'' You retorted.

Louise took a deep breath. The air was refreshing inside the apartment and the rain was approaching. You picked up the bottle again and drank what was left of it, then looked at Louise for the first time.

"Thank you.'' You said. "I'm sorry about earlier, I... you can go, I won't make you late.''

"Don't worry, you've already made me late.''

You both laughed, although you did it embarrassed. Louise got up to go into the kitchen and you stood there for a moment, looking down at the zebra rugs. The tears were still rolling down your face, but it was like rain washing off a polished granite surface.

The door closed with a hissing sound and you were left alone, except for the paintings displayed above the television. There were two large scented candles on the coffee table. Smooth and colorful, they burned steadily in the still air, without flickering. Everything that had happened to you in that company swirled around in your mind in a whirlwind of disjointed thoughts and feelings. Without a coat, you shivered on the short walk to Louise's house, but gradually you warmed up again and your previously tense hands relaxed in your lap when you turned on the television.

No channel seemed to be suitably optimistic, so you stopped trying to find one, pausing on a news report about the sinking of a bulk carrier. You closed your eyes for a moment, just listening to the news about the unfortunate incident of the SS Edmund Fitzgerald, which didn't interest you enough to keep you awake.

"Hey, (Y/N), can you hear me?'' Louise said. "I asked if you wanted some water.''

You didn't know how long she'd been asking you that, holding out the leather canteen to you, her movements limited by the strain of being on top of a half-ton animal.

''Are you all right, (Y/N)? Did one of those mosquitoes get in your ear?'' She asked again. ''If you make me fall off that horse, I'm going to die!''

"Oh, sorry.'' You shook your head and laughed, picking up the canteen and thanking her. ''Don't be so dramatic, they seem quite harmless.''

"They're harmless when you're on top of them.'' She retorted. ''Now try having a horse like that on top of you.''

Having no good counter-argument, you just smiled and drank your water while watching the silhouette of the two men ahead.

At first, you were so relieved to be with your friend and out of danger that you didn't say much. To cross the flat surface of the woods, all four horses seemed harmoniously willing to carry you and your friends without much effort and you rode without knowing exactly how, just copying everything Johnny and Gyro did beside you. Hands together on the reins, sometimes one would relax and tidy up a strand of hair that was sticking to their face or scare away a mosquito. Feet slightly leaning in the stirrups, posture upright, Gyro being an exception. When you had managed to reproduce and pass on your observations to Louise, who also seemed to be in great difficulty, you relaxed, rejoicing in the sensation of your skin being warmed by the sun. Whatever problems you might face - and you knew there were many - you were not alone. That was enough.

When the first impact of tranquility ripened into the splendor of companionship, you started talking again. At first, about the region you were crossing. Then, cautiously, about you and Louise and where you came from. You both answered the simplest questions, such as your full name, where you were born, what you did for a living... Then they began to be fascinated by your descriptions of modern life, although you could see that most of your stories seemed like fairy tales to them.

Gyro was fascinated when Louise described the most common conveniences: basic sanitation, hot baths every day, ready-made food, television, cameras... She stuck to simple things, and it wasn't long before she was talking about Sapore Di Calapria, Luca's restaurant. She had no trouble clarifying her life - although she had to explain more than twice what the HR department she worked in was - and Gyro seemed disappointed to discover that your friend was not a lonely widow looking for company. She was a very well-off woman engaged to a chef who, honestly, was a much better option than Gyro.

Now, Johnny especially loved your descriptions of cars, tanks and planes and began to ride by your side to make you describe them over and over again, in as much detail as possible.

"You mean they set foot on the moon? And then what? Did they start living there?'' It was one of his questions after you talked about the Apollo 11 spaceflight.

You laughed, finding it rather amusing how amazed he was. Johnny would have loved to see that on television, you thought.

"Oh, no... They came back, but they took lots of photos and put the country's flag there."

''You said you used satellites... did they also leave machines there for you to use?''

''Yes and no... These satellites are used to observe the earth and help us communicate with the rest of the world, and they are not on the moon, but orbiting our planet. There is a device we call GPS, which is a way of tracking something in real-time. For example, let's say I put a tracker on your horse... even though I'm in Washington, I could locate you here. We did something like that with the Devil's Palm, but instead of trackers we evaluated the geological patterns of the place.''

''Huh... sounds like a very difficult job.'' He said, somewhat impressed. ''But is that something archaeologists do? I thought archaeology was only for ancient things. This way of tracing the Devil's Palm sounds... hum... too technological?''

''Well... yes, you're right. I didn't graduate for that...''

''So you really are a graduate?'' Gyro butted in. ''I've never met a graduate woman.''

''I'm not surprised. But yes, I studied archaeology for five years and specialized in geoarchaeology and bioarchaeology.''

"And in prehistory too, no?'' Louise made a point of adding, amused. ''I remember you nearly killed some poor bastard for a place in Mesozoic research.''

"Everything I know from the Triassic period onwards is just courtesy of the college.'' You said, looking at her over your shoulder and then at Gyro and Johnny. ''Louise is also a graduate, did you know that?''

''Ha, yes... but you probably don't know what it is.'' She said.

''Some study of the future?'' Gyro asked. ''Sounds interesting, what is it?''

"Human resource management.''

As expected, they had no idea what this was, but they had the decency to ask for a few seconds to think before Louise explained.

"Human resources management?'' Gyro swallowed. ''You manage other people's resources?''

''How is that supposed to work?'' Johnny asked.

''Well, ha... you're not wrong, Gyro.'' She said, finding it funny. ''I trained in this to do what I do in the HR department; manage people. My job is to ensure that the company performs well and that all employees and collaborators get along better. If there is a conflict, I resolve it. If there isn't, I take the credit for it. Louise, the conqueror of peace.''

"Ah, yes... peace.'' You muttered. ''You've worked harder than many of the researchers.''

''Having to deal with all the complaints they made against you? You're damn right.''

"So... you were only hired to avoid fights, is that it?'' Johnny asked. ''Why would a company spend money on that?''

''Essentially yes, but we also deal with... well, we try to deal with cases of sexual and moral harassment. We also pick up talents, review people for the bosses, and recommend transfers or ask for reinforcements. In cases of diplomacy I'm also very useful; this corpse only arrived at the company because I knew how to talk to the farmer who found it.''

You could almost hear Gyro thinking "women" as he looked back at the road.

A few seconds after the direct mention of the corpse, the four of you became uncommunicative, isolated from each other, enclosed in small individual pockets of silence, within the greater silence of the woods.

Your fists clenched in your coat pockets as you felt safe enough to let go of the reins and leave Judas to follow the other horses on his own. You absent-mindedly held small fragments of objects that you had taken out of your old wallet and put away; the half-used carton of cigarettes, and a tiny rubber ball left on the floor of your laboratory by one of the visitors. Your thumb circled and identified the crimped edge of a twenty-cent coin, the wide face in high relief.

You took the coin and looked at it, useless, cold and, in a way, one of dozens of proofs that you didn't belong there. Every hour that passed, every day, every night, it seemed that a part of you disappeared, renewing itself in something completely different. As if little by little the remnants of your era were disappearing, making the coin a more useful proof of your situation than your own body, born 40 years from now.

As necessary as it was, talking about the future - which was also your past - to Gyro and Johnny was exhausting and painful.

You had no idea what their thoughts were. One moment, you and Louise were rich - potentially rich, at least - and the next, more miserable than you'd ever been in your entire lives. Your well-equipped expedition to New Jersey had been reduced to a canteen of water and just one eye of the corpse. There was no longer any way to achieve your goal of not looking like beggars negotiating for the corpse, because that was all you were at the moment.

Everything was an adventure. Even your painful car journey to the Devil's Palm had been an adventure, with the certainty that you had a fortune, regardless of whether it could be used or not. But having the certainty of security ripped away from you in this violent way had given you a sudden and very unexpected attack of vertigo, as if you were falling into a dark pool, unable to stop.

"About the corpse... what do you plan to do?'' You finally asked, not caring which of the two would answer.

''I was thinking we could discuss it after we've found a place to camp.'' Johnny replied calmly.

''What? Do you still need to discuss it? Do you even know where we're going?!''

''To the nearest station and then to the port.'' Gyro replied. ''That's something we both agree on, isn't it, Johnny?''

''Yes, it's the only option we have.''

''It's not the only one...'' Gyro grumbled. ''It's just the safest.''

''It's the right thing to do. Besides, the corpse was under her supervision. We need to ask her what happened.''

''That's if she knows anything. Well, Johnny, let's see if I understand... Someone took this corpse from its hiding place without that girl knowing. It was (Y/N) and Louise who found the corpse, but...'' Gyro frowned as he looked at the horizon. ''But that will only happen... eighty years from now? But now, in the present, it has already happened, because we have the eye of the corpse. But it hasn't happened yet... Holy shit, Johnny! I'd rather have died sooner so I wouldn't have had to deal with this mess now!''

''Well, they didn't say anything about taking the corpse out of the bunker. So we know that they didn't take it, but found it... more than a hundred miles away from where it was supposed to be. At some point, the whole corpse will end up here, in New Jersey, for some reason. Then eighty years from now Louise and (Y/N) will find it and... come back here?''

They looked at you, including Louise, as if somehow you had an answer to that.

"Wait...'' You tried to get away from the most confusing subject. ''Was the corpse under her supervision? Who are you talking about?''

Gyro and Johnny looked at each other, blue flashes crossing with green flashes, then bouncing back to you.

"An old friend.'' Johnny replied. ''We don't think she'll know what to do in this situation, but it's safer and fairer to tell her what's going on. She lives with her husband in Manhattan. Her name is Lucy and she's quite young... How old must she be now, Gyro?''

''I don't know... sixteen?''

"Sixteen?! And she's married?!'' Louise asked, astonished.

''Wait, you left the corpse under the supervision of a sixteen-year-old girl and you're wondering why it's no longer in its hiding place?'' You asked in sequence, as dumbfounded as your friend.

Just then, for a second, you saw the golden glow of Gyro's smile.

''We'll have time to talk about it later and, if all goes well, in Lucy's company. Until then, just worry about staying alive.''

''If you gave us some weapons, everything would be easier...'' You grumbled.

''I told you, doll, I don't want you to lose your teeth because I let you use a revolver. You have the hands of a painter, you won't have the strength to use one.''

"I've seen women who used two revolvers at the same time.'' Louise intervened, like a lawyer defending the accused. "They at least looked weaker than (Y/N).''

Although you were sure she'd seen it in some Hollywood production, Gyro didn't know that, and any positive point for you would be useful.

''Um... she's certainly been trained for it.'' He argued. ''What about you? Are you trained? Have you young scientists ever used a revolver on a live target? As far as I know, weapons tend to become lighter. I bet the revolvers of your time are as light as a pen!"

It would have been nice if Louise had a counter-argument she'd seen in a movie, but from the grunt she made, that wasn't the case.

You looked up at the sky; long strands of orange clouds were drawing across the firmament. It wouldn't rain for a while, that was good. You shrugged and scratched your head. The ride began to awaken you to a comfort that paid no attention to the pain in your hip. It was cold in the shadows under the trees, but the sun was still strong enough for you to feel it every time you crossed an open area. Your muscles warmed up and relaxed, and by the time you had crossed the third wood of the day, you had begun to feel like yourself again, albeit temporarily, solidly integrated into the physical world of that forest and that time. What must that place have become in your time? You looked for an answer and grunted when you concluded. Probably a Starbucks.

"Louise.'' You heard Johnny say. "Can you tell me more about your husband, Luca Brando?''

''Oh? Brando?'' She questioned, then looked at you. ''Brando is definitely the (Y/N) version. His name is Luca Bellini.''

Then a pair of eyes in your direction soon became three and you snorted.

"Johnny asked me his last name and I didn't know.''You explained yourself. "The only Italians I know are from The Godfather, so... Luca Brando. But I didn't know that these two here have a... feud with a guy with the same surname.''

''A guy with the same surname? Could he be an ancestor of Marlon Brando?'' She asked, laughing.

"I wondered the same thing. But no, it doesn't look like it.''

''But damn, (Y/N), what bad luck... there are so many Italians around...''

''So many?! Then tell me another one that isn't from The Godfather!''

''Giorgio Armani?''

''Fuck you.''

''Andrea Bocelli, Luciano Pavarotti... Come on, think of an Italian! It's not that hard.''

''I don't know... Mussolini?''

''Jesus, a good Italian!'' She said, laughing. ''For God's sake, you almost called my boyfriend Mussolini!''

''Then don't complain that I chose Brando!''

''Okay, hold on, hold on, ladies!'' Extremely confused, Gyro interrupted your discussion with Louise. ''So he's not called Brando, is that it? Was it all a big misunderstanding?''

"That's it!'' You and Louise answered in unison.

Seeing that both he and Johnny looked confused, you sighed and slumped your shoulders, feeling sorry for them and for yourself. You winced when Gyro looked at you with new interest, and then you looked away, using Louise as a refuge.

You and Louise stared at each other in silence for a long moment, suddenly connected by the prospect of the future.

"Tell me more about your plans.'' She finally said and, turning her horse around, managed to get closer to you while looking at the two men. Vegas' hooves bounced off the freshly-spread earth of the trail. ''We already know that we're going to visit a friend of yours, but can't you tell us who she is? And what about that Brando guy, what does he have to do with all this now?''

#gyro x reader #gyro zeppeli #jjba part 7 #diego brando x reader #johnny joestar #johnny x reader #ao3fic #steel ball run #jojos bizzare adventure #diego brando

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stevesjockstrap · 7 months

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kinktober day 7: Argyle/Jonathan/Nancy

& DP

read on ao3

MDNI - rated: E - cws under the cut

Established trouple relationship

Cw: double vaginal penetration, oral sex both m and f giving and receiving, f squirting

Jonathan gasped as Argyle kissed down his neck and pumped his cock in his hand.

"You guys started without me again," came a voice from behind them. They both turned to see Nancy leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.

"Sorry, babe, but we got bored."

"And high," she accused.

"And high," Argyle agreed. "But we would never finish without you. You know that."

"I do. This was such a shit storm of a day, this is exactly what I needed." Nancy stripped off her sweater and tank top and came to give them both a kiss.

Jonathan groaned when Argyle squeezed his hand around his cock as he moved. "Slide over, I'll do you both."

Nancy laid next to him and wiggled out of her skirt. Argyle helped her out of her underwear.

"Oh, welcome home, sweetie," he breathed before ducking down to lick into her folds.

"I- oh, I'm sorry, are you talking to my pussy?" Her stern voice was fractured with a whimper as Argyle continued.

"He definitely is," Jonathan giggled. He leaned over to bite and kiss at her neck. "Oh shit, c'mon man, you were-" he whined as Argyle squeezed roughly around his cock again. "You're always a lot more excited to see her pussy than my dick."

"Be nice, you two. He can talk to whichever parts of me he wants as long as he- oh my god, keeps doing that-" she moaned, sliding her hand down to hold his face to her. "Fuck, don't stop, ah-" she ground her face onto his tongue and squeezed her legs around him as she came. Jonathan was enraptured watching her writhe and moan her way through it.

"You're so beautiful," he sighed. She met his kiss and pulled him closer. "Jeez, you're really needy tonight, you ready again already?"

She nodded against his lips, then looked up at Argyle, too. "Yeah, I think. I want both of you."

"Okay, we can do that," he mumbled against her lips. Jonathan pulled her up to straddle his hips. Argyle pulled her back and lined his dick up first. “Dude!”

“I made her come once already, I get first dibs,” he reasoned. Jonathan watched both their faces as he sunk into her. Reaching around he unhooked her bra and immediately sucked a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh yeah she liked that, babe.” Argyle thrusted forward, moving them all in tandem. “You should feel how wet she is.”

“I should just slide right in next to you, huh?” He joked.

Nancy looked down at him with wide eyes. She started nodding and Jonathan opened his mouth to ask when Argyle piped in. “Yeah, fuck yeah. Slide right in, man. She’d love it.”

“Yes, oh my god. Please,” Nancy cried out.

Staring up at both of them in shock, he wasn’t sure what to do. “Are you guys for real?”

“Yeah, dude. Here-“ He lined them up, moving Nancy closer to his dick straddling him again and Argyle knee walked up between his legs. Jonathan grabbed his own dick and angled it up. Between the three of them they managed to find a way that worked.

Their moans combined as he pushed his way in. He could feel Argyle’s cock next to his as they failed to find a rhythm, Nancy’s tight channel gripping both of them.

“See, I told you she’d love this. Quietest she’s ever been when we’re fucking her,” Argyle mused.

Nancy tried to argue but was caught off with a moan as both boys synced their thrusts. Jonathan grabbed her breasts and Argyle held her hips to push her down to meet them.

“Oh my god,” she panted.

Jonathan was getting close but needed her to come first. Sliding a hand between them, he found her wet and swollen clit and rubbed small circles over it. She cried out and met his eyes.

“So good. Oh shit.” She breathed between thrusts.

“C’mon, baby, I know you’re close.”

“Yeah- ah- need you, together.”

Argyle barked a laugh above them. “Need to boss us around more like.” But they synchronized and slid in together, pushing her back onto their cocks when she’d rock forward. “That’s it, that’s our girl.”

Jonathan gasped along with her as she came, her inner walls clenching their lengths. His hips stuttered as he rocked up, chasing his own orgasm now that she had come.

“Close, man. Keep going,” he panted. They had to do this again. Sliding against both of them and continuing to play with the clit under his fingers to feel her spasm around him, he thrust up a few more times before he fell into ecstasy.

When he opened his eyes a few minutes later he looked around, searching for them. Argyle was standing at the edge of the bed, fucking into Nancy’s throat. She was teasing a nipple with one hand as the other rubbed her clit.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed. He never got tired of watching his two favorite people go at it.

“Get over here, man. Make her come again. I’m so close. I think she needs at least another one after this and I’m toast.”

Nancy hummed around his dick and he whimpered. “I know, we’re gunna take care of you, babe. Oh shit.” His thrusts were already getting off beat.

Jonathan crawled between her sprawled legs and sucked her clit, smiling into her when she cried out around her mouthful and pressed into his face. He shoved three fingers into her and curled them upwards, rubbing against her G spot. Her hand came around the back of his head to grab his hair and keep him there. Like he would go anywhere else. With a few shuddering thrusts against his face, she groaned and held him against her clit as she came.

“That’s it, oh shit,” Argyle panted above them. Jonathan watched as he slid in and out of her throat before pulling out to come into her waiting mouth. “So good for us. Holy shit- oh-“ he rambled, wringing the rest of his come out. He threw himself on his back at the head of the bed and smacked Jonathan’s thigh. “Tag, you’re it, Byers. I’m done. Go finish off your little fiend down there.” He sighed dramatically.

Nancy huffed but shot him a filthy smile. He chuckled and went back to work. She was already so drenched and swollen. Sliding his fingers back in he focused on her G spot again, without a dick down her throat she was more vocal this time.

“Oh yeah, so fucking good. Ah!” She threw her head back, pulling at her own nipples. He licked around and around her clit as he roughly fucked her with his fingers. “Jon- oh- oh-“ she met his eyes and he traded his tongue for his other hand.

“Argyle, watch. Remember what-“ but before he could get out his explanation she spasmed and squirted her release, spraying his hands. He fucked her through it and spared a glance at Argyle who was staring open mouthed at them.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Nancy whined. “I’m done.”

“No worries, love. There’s always tomorrow.”

#Kinktober #argyle/jonathan/nancy #Argyle x Jonathan x nancy #I dunno #mine #jancy #jargyle #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #I’m behind a day but hopefully I can get some done today

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whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go · 7 months

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Favorite prices of writing from the paranormal investigators au I'm working on:

Pete leaned backwards and almost fell off the couch he was sitting on, “But I wanted to see ghosts,” He grinned at Patrick, “C’mon Patrick, you wanna see some ghosts too, we all know.”

“Yeah, Patrick, let us see the ghosts,” Joe added, sitting down next to Pete.

“As cool as it would be, I do not control reality and therefore cannot will ghosts into existence,” Patrick moved a box to get to an outlet in the wall.

***

Pete Wentz was not afraid of ghosts. It was more likely that ghosts were afraid of Pete Wentz.

***

Dallon elbowed Ryan in the back, "Ross," he hissed, "the guard."

The man he had shot at was lying on the ground, not moving.

"Oh shit, oh jeez," Ryan grabbed Dallon's hand reflexively, "oh crap, fuck, did I kill that guy, shit, shit, shit, Dallon, I killed a guy."

"Nah dude," the guard waved weakly, "I'm not dead."

"Oh. Great," Ryan relaxed, dropping Dallon's hand, "sorry."

"No hard feelings bro." The man gave him a thumbs up.

***

Brendon peered at Ryan's notes, "is that Latin?"

"Um," Dallon blinked at him, "no, that's, uh, math."

"Ah." Brendon nodded.

***

Patrick sighed, "Pete got vampire-ified."

The other line was silent.

"Mikey?"

Mikey's voice crackled through the reciever, "I'm sorry, Pete got what?"

***

"You must prepare yourself for the divine one," hissed the man, still grinning.

Patrick grimaced in a way that clearly said 'I would really rather not prepare myself for the divine one,' but the man was either too high to notice or had noticed and was just pretending not to, which would be, frankly, very rude.

***

So, uh," Ryan eyed Gerard suspiciously, "Am i going to Hell or . . . ?"

They shrugged, "I dunno. You've still got a while to figure that out."

Ryan blinked at them.

Oh.

Oh shit.

"I'm not dead. Am I?" He asked.

"No."

Ryan sat down on the bed and rubbed his face. "Fuck. I just told you . . ."

"Yeah," Gerard sat down next to him. "Also, did you think I was Satan?"

"Um. I kinda thought you were God."

Gerard chuckled. "Frank's gonna get a good laugh outta that."

(The Ryan in these is Ryan Ross)

There are also way more bands involved but these are just my faves.

#fall out boy #i dont know how but they found me #idkhow #my writing #i say im working on it but im one chapter into the first main one and thats how its been for weekes #i have the whole plot of the spin off tho!#my chemical romance

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whitedragoncoranth · 2 months

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Save Us Rocket...

"Fix the ship, Rodent!" snarled Drax.

Internally, Rocket seethed--but then his crimson eyes seemed to light up. "Oh, you call me rodent now, blue boy" he sassed, "but one day it'll be like this..."

And then... Rocket opened his mouth and sang!

"Save us, Rocket, Nobody builds like you, Get that bench hummin' And please build us somethin' ta Blow us up that moon..."

Rocket walked off to return to his bench in the Cargo slash Landing Bay, his eyes a li'l misty. Why'd we have to hand that Terran over to Nova Corps? For a primitive, he seemed like a cool guy... The little raccoon sighed at a potential friend lost--but as he returned to his tinkering, there came a banging on the Cargo Bay doors!

"Da flarkin' hell...?" Rocket thought. Readying a small stunner just in case, the raccoon opened the doors and - "Whoo! What a rush!" - blinked in surprise then outright cackled as David nearly fell into the cargo bay. Fortunately, the human caught himself in time--but then Rocket yelped as he was quickly picked up in a raucous hug, a hug he returned with fervour, his crimson eyes now very misty. It's just the dust in here, messin wit'--oh, flarkin'...

"Da flark HAPPENED?!" poor Rocket cried, voice breaking. "Flarkin'... when we handed you to Nova Corps, I thought you were gonna end up in the flarkin' KYLN... I thought you... I thought you were..."

"Aw, little man..." David soothed as the doors automatically closed and he stepped inside, over to Rocket's bench. As Rocket nuzzled into his humie, inhaled his scent, lick-licked him, snuffled back a sob, David sat down with Rocket near the work bench - not letting him go for a minute - and continued, "Nah, as it turns out, some idiot at the Corps wanted to book me and the band in for another concert..."

Now Rocket pulled back, wide-eyed. "What... da... flark...?" the raccoon half-laughed, incredulous.

"I know, right; that's what I thought when the bounty was erased, and I was let go. Hoo, boy, was Ronon Dey pissed when he heard--oh dude, shh, shh, listen! I think he's still going, holy shit...!"

Immediately, human and raccoon shut up and, yes, in the silence, both could clearly hear a Nova Corps Rookie being thoroughly dressed down, and loudly at that! Rocket's eyes widened--and then he clamped his paws desperately over his muzzle, snerked and snorted - trying in vain to hold back his laughter - wanting to keep listening, finding it all flarkin' hilarious! David did the same, hands over his mouth, body shaking with barely suppressed laughter. Oooooh, frack, I had no idea Centurions could be that loud! Rocket thought, in a mixture of awe and amusement. Jeeze, I'd hate to be that guy!

"... VACUUMING UP THE BARRACKS DUST WITH YOUR NOSE, CORPSMAN...!"

That was it, they were done; David and Rocket lost it and laughed and laughed, and laughed, clutching each other tightly until they flopped on the Cargo Bay floor, struggling for breath--but no sooner had they calmed down, gotten some air,

"...CLEANING THE LAVATORIES WITH YOUR TONGUE, DO YOU HEAR ME, CORPSMAN! YOUR TONGUE!"

... Rocket and David lost it again, laughing until they nearly choked! "Oh, gods, can barely breathe," the human gasped, "I can't - ah-ha-ha! - shit, hold on..." As Rocket howled his own laughter, banged his paws on the floor, David got up, went over to the mini fridge he'd stashed under the bench and retrieved from it a couple of milky-fizzes, one of which he put a straw in for Rocket. Together, both calmed, sipped their drinks and relaxed, content in each other's company.

The modified song referenced here is "Save us Sarah" by the Smoky Brights, from the game "Pacific Drive"; it's a banger!

#rocket raccoon #gotg #rocket's humie #friendship #silly #funny

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Girls' Secret Party

"Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle" Girls Event

This event was first held on November 7, 2019.

Story: Keiko, Botan, Shizuru, and Atsuko were having a girls' party. While the four girls are having a great time, Yusuke, who was kicked out of his house, is annoyed and alone. He runs into a delinquent with whom he had a fight before and...?

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“Girls' Secret Party”

Everyone: CHEERS!!

Atsuko: Hah, after all, an ice-cold beer is the best.

Botan: I prepared some sweets and snacks, so please eat until you're full.

Shizuru: Botan-chan, you're so thoughtful.

Botan: I heard we were staying the night, so I was right to go shopping!

Keiko: Atsuko-san, I am sorry for asking you to lend your apartment. I wish we could have stayed in my house...

Atsuko: No problem, never mind! Anyway, he's not coming back!

Keiko: What? ... Yusuke, he hasn't come home again?

Atsuko: Eh, oh, no! It's not that.

Atsuko: On the contrary, I'm the one who should be thanking you, Keiko-chan. Thanks for inviting me.

Shizuru: Come on, we are drinking today!

[Meanwhile, on the streets…]

Yusuke: Ah ... Damnnnn!!! That old hag...

Yusuke: She can't just kick me out and say, "Get out, we're having a girls' only party". Good grief, that annoying arsehole.

Yusuke: …Are you gonna talk about unpleasant things? Jeez…

*BUMP*

Yusuke: Ah, my bad.

Delinquent: Hey, you! Where the hell are you looking while walking!?

Delinquent: Hey … You! That's Urameshi!

Yusuke: Ah? Who the hell are you…?

Delinquent: Don't tell me you forgot! Take this!

*The delinquent tries to hit Yusuke*

Yusuke: Wait … I'm asking who you are!

Yusuke: Shit! Oh well, I can't help it!

[After a fight…]

Yusuke: Phew, that guy was such a pain.

Yusuke: I'm pretty sure I walloped this guy long time ago ... But, I don't even remember his name.

Yusuke: Damn, I've been having a bad day! I should go to the arcade to relax…

Kuwabara: Hey, Urameshiiii! What the hell are you doing here!

Yusuke: Oh, it's you. I'm in a bad mood right now.

Kuwabara: What is it, are you mad for being kicked out of your house?

Yusuke: Idiot, what the hell are you talking about!? Or perhaps, you knew the gals were gathering?

Kuwabara: In the morning, my sister was making a fuss over the girls' night out.

Kuwabara: I wonder what the heck they're talking about.

Yusuke: Dunno.

Kuwabara: Hey, Urameshi, where are you going?

Yusuke: The arcade! Today, I'm going all out and blow off some steam.

Kuwabara: That's great! Alright, I'm also comi…

Delinquent: Hey, you did really well earlier.

Yusuke: Ah?

*people gathering*

Kuwabara: What!? That's a lot of people…

Yusuke: Is it you again? What a persistent dude.

Yusuke: Even if you bring your buddies along, it's useless.

Delinquent: I ain't letting you through here, until you beat me!

Kuwabara: Urameshi, this is getting interesting!

Yusuke: Yeah, it's been a while since I've gone on a rampage!

[Meanwhile, at the girls' gathering...]

Shizuru: This is delicious. Did Botan-chan buy them?

Botan: Yes! I thought this would be awesome with sake!

Keiko: Shizuru-san, that squid ... Didn't you have some at the hotel?

Shizuru: Ahh! At the time of the Dark Tournament! Keiko-chan, you have a good memory.

T/N: They are talking about the Hotel Kubikukuri, the luxurious hotel at the Hanging Neck Island where the Dark Tournament was held.

Botan: *Sighs* ... Come to think of it, the Dark Tournament has ended…

T/N: After Sakyo exploded the stadium, there were no more editions of the Dark Tournament.

Atsuko: Hey, what is that Dark Tournament? What was it like?

T/N: Atsuko attends the Tournament in the manga, but not in the anime.

Botan:

Oh, yeah! Hot battles were unfolding!

*Flashback of the Dark Tournament*

Botan: Hiei's Black Dragon Wave was absolutely amazing. It was a crushing victory, a crushing victory!

Shizuru: And yet, Kazu lost from the very beginning … Damn! If you're a man, you should have won all the fights!

Botan: Shizuru-san said to him, "If you lose next time, I'll lynch you!"!

*End of Flashback*

Atsuko: Heh, looks like it was very exciting.

Botan: Well, Yusuke was really cool too. He played a big, big, big part!

Botan: Right, Keiko-chan?

Keiko: Um, yeah...

Atsuko: Reaaaally? What was so cool about him?

Atsuko: If it's true, I wish I could've seen how cool he looked.

Keiko: .......

Shizuru: ...Keiko-chan?

Botan: Oh? What's the matter? You've suddenly got a sad look on your face.

Atsuko: No way, Keiko-chan. Could it be, that our idiot was really so much uncool?

Botan: No, no, that can't be true! Oh, but maybe that's how it looked like to Keiko-chan...

Keiko: No, it's not! … That's not it.

Shizuru: Keiko-chan, is there anything bothering you? You can talk to us if you like.

Atsuko: That's right! It's a girls-only gathering!

Keiko: ...Really?

Keiko: Well then, let me try to explain you a little bit about it…

[Back to Yusuke and Kuwabara]

*THUMP*

Yusuke: That's all of 'em?

Kuwabara: What a bunch of hot-blooded bastards. Good grief, go home and take a nap at once.

Kuwabara/Yusuke: Ah-choo!

T/N: Onomatopoeia sound of sneezing.

Kuwabara: Ugh, my nose itches … We got a cold or something?

Yusuke: I don't remember catching anything.

Kuwabara: Me too, and the sneeze came all of a sudden. Don't tell me someone's been gossiping about us!

Kuwabara: Well, it was one sneeze, so maybe they're saying bad things…

T/N: The Japanese believe that sneezing once means someone is gossiping something nice about you. Twice means something not as nice. Kuwabara got it all wrong lol. But, the girls are really gossiping about them!

Yusuke: Gossip? There's no one who would gossip about me like that.

Kuwabara: There's a lot who would! Not to mention you've already died once.

Kuwabara: There're lots of folks out there who will gossip about you, y'know. Even more if it's a bad gossip!

Yusuke: Really!? Kuwabara, you're bullshitting me, right!?

Kuwabara: I'm not! You Foolsuke!

T/N: Kuwabara calls Yusuke as "Takosuke". Tako means octopus, but in slang is an insult, similar to dumb, stupid, fool, idiot etc.

*TUG*

Yusuke: What?

Kuwabara: Ack!

Delinquent: I WON'T FORGIVE YOU...

Yusuke: You again! Gimme a break!

Yusuke/Kuwabara: !!

Kuwabara: Yo, youkai...!

Yusuke: Son of a bitch, you're so insistent!

Yusuke: Come on, I'm gonna send you flying!

[After fighting...]

Yusuke: *Puff, puff* … It took a little while.

Kuwabara: *Puff* … I guess we've already beaten the whole gang…

Kuwabara: Aw, my clothes are torn.

Yusuke: Mine too...

Yusuke: But, I can't believe they pop up in town like this. What a bunch of brash assholes.

Kuwabara: Hey, you sure this is all of 'em?

Yusuke: Well, I really don't think I failed to finish 'em off, but…

Yusuke: I'm worried if there's any other damage. Hey, I'm also checking my place.

Yusuke: If they went over there, it'd be an uproar.

Kuwabara: Oh, I'm coming too! Oh, hey!

Kuwabara: Don't leave me behind, Urameshiii!

[At the Urameshi's Residence, Keiko talks about her worries...]

Keiko: Really, the Yusuke at the Dark Tournament looked so radiant.

Keiko: A while ago, I would have never imagined he could look so good…

Keiko: But when I see Yusuke like that, somewhere in my heart, I feel uneasy.

Keiko: When I remembered Yusuke fighting, I ended up getting so worried that I was about to say, "STOP", and interrupt our conversation.

Keiko: I hate myself, I'm sorry to remember about it while we were talking.

Keiko: Oh my, how useless I am.

Botan: You're not useless! What are you talking about!

Botan: Didn't you say at the hotel that you would watch over Yusuke? Isn't it admirable just to be able to make that decision?

Shizuru: Keiko-chan is really brave. But, I think you don't have to think about it too much.

Shizuru: You are worried, we're all the same.

Botan: Uh-huh.

Atsuko: Keiko-chan thinks of him like this. He's a lucky guy!

Atsuko: Good grief, I wonder if he knows that!

Atsuko: *Gasp*, it's alright, Keiko-chan! Don't worry about that guy!

Shizuru: Hehe, they're tough guys. Kazu too, even if I worry about him, he's off somewhere in a minute.

Keiko: Shizuru-san…

Botan: Oh dear, it's the springtime of life ... Just listening to it, makes my heart beat faster.

Atsuko: Cheers to the brave Keiko-chan!

Botan: CHEERS! Kyahahaha!

Shizuru: Aah, you both (Atsuko and Botan) are really becoming joyful ... I am sorry, we're in the middle of a serious talk, and yet…

Keiko: Um, I'm fine. Somehow, I feel a little better.

Shizuru: Really? Then let's enjoy today to the fullest.

Keiko: Yeah!

[Yusuke and Kuwabara arrive at Yusuke's place]

Yusuke: *Puff puff*, we've arrived ... Is everyone okay?

Botan: Yuu, Yusuke!?

Keiko: You two, your clothes are tattered! What happened?

Yusuke: I mean ... youkai popped up on our way. We ended up struggling a bit.

Kuwabara: We took 'em all down, but we thought of coming down here to check on you just in case.

Atsuko: Oh, I thought you were getting into a fight with someone again.

Yusuke: Well, that too, but...

Botan: You were!?

Keiko: ...Don't fight, Yusuke!

Yusuke: But ... it was the youkai who picked up a fight all of sudden.

Keiko: Who wouldn't be worried if you suddenly came back home dressed like that…!

Yusuke: ......

Shizuru: Keiko-chan...

Yusuke: Sorry, Keiko.

Yusuke: ... I'm sorry. I promise you I will not worry you anymore.

Yusuke: But this time, seriously, I wasn't picking a fight. I just want you to know that.

Keiko: Yusuke...

Atsuko: Oh! You two are passionately in love!

Botan: You're a handsome man! Kyaaaaaa!

T/N: (lol) is Botan drunk already?

Kuwabara: I, I'm getting embarrassed to be next to you listening to this … What the heck was that "I promise you"?

Kuwabara: Don't say things like in dorama!

T/N: Japanese dramas (dorama) are characterized by melodramatic characters and plots.

Yusuke: You, you bastards!! That's enough!

Botan: We were just kidding~

Kuwabara: Ouch! You don't have to hit me!

Atsuko: Hey, that's how you treat your mother?

Shizuru: Yusuke-kun, you're strong. Isn't Keiko-chan a little relieved too?

Keiko: Jeez … I wonder if it's true what he said?

Keiko: Haha, Yusuke is always like that…

-The End-

The girls remembered about Hiei, Yusuke and Kuwabara at the Dark Tournament, but no one mentioned Kurama T_T. He was really cool too. Botan even praised Hiei. If you take a closer look at the beverage cans, Keiko is the only one who is not drinking alcohol. I wonder how old Botan is?

#Girls' Secret Party #Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle #ナイショの女子会 #Keiko Yukimura #Shizuru Kuwabara #Kazuma Kuwabara #atsuko urameshi #Yusuke Urameshi #Botan #Hiei

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