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We'll Call It Love masterlist | It Had To Be You masterlist

the song: Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer // It Had To Be You playlist

warnings: this story is a part of the series We’ll Call It Love, and much of it would be spoiled if you read this first. It’s linked above, and I hope you love it! | series warnings pertain | Steve's parents are DICKS | A little foreplay action, but no real smut warnings aside from a small ass slap - oh and a there if you squint breeding kink hint for one sir steve harrington

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A/N: I've hoped you've liked the first two little stories before this and maybe you're catching on to the theme now? There's two more after this one, and I hope they wrap up things for this little world nicely for you. This one in particular, is what started the whole idea of this collection of stories randomly? Don't tell the others, it might be my favorite. There was a very real incident with myself and green paint and my husband finding me in the state similar to reader 😳, I have @loveshotzz and @sweetsweetjellybean to love always and thank for convincing me to make it into a little fic, which obviously turned into more 💛

He sees the familiar girl sitting alone at the bar, and he weaves his way around dimly lit tables and people dressed as fancy, if not more so, than he is. He slides onto the stool next to her, resisting the urge to run his hand through his gelled hair.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late.”

Leigh waves off his apology with her perfectly manicured hand as she takes a sip of the martini in front of her. Rolling her eyes big with a smile around the rim.

Steve raises two fingers to get the bartender’s attention from the end of the rich wood counter as she swallows.

“I just figured you decided to not go through with it, was gonna give you another half hour before I called your dad to tattle on you.”

Steve’s stomach tenses, knuckles tapping the counter as he grimaces.

Leigh’s hand rubs his shoulder, speaking softly, “Hey I was just kidding. What’s going on in that big, Harrington brain, huh?”

The bartender lays a cocktail napkin in front of Steve, nodding as he orders, raising three fingers, “Macallan.” Before he turns to look at her.

Kind eyes and an understanding smile he blows out his breath and quietly asks, “You really want to do this?”

Leigh shrugs, her hand slipping from his shoulder to grab the martini again, taking another large gulp.

“I’m still down if you are?”

Steve nods, fingers swiping down the glass that’s set in front of him as he stares into the amber liquid and thinks about you.

“You sure? Last time I saw you at that benefit thing, you talked about moving to Northern California and working for that environmental law firm. You just…don’t seem like the kind of girl that wants to work for her dad forever and do…this?”

He sort of gestures pathetically to himself which Leigh snorts at, pressing her palms to flushed cheeks.

Steve closes his eyes, shaking his head, “I didn’t mean, I mean I know you, we did, like five years ago, but that-”

“Steve,” Leigh interrupts, laughing.

“Sorry.” He rubs at his eyes, fingers freezing when she sighs.

“So, who is she?”

Steve opens his eyes to see Leigh’s all knowing gaze and smirk and he folds almost instantly telling her your name.

“We sort of had…a date? Last weekend? Except it wasn’t a date,” he sips on his drink, finishing the story of the two of you with the most recent events while Leigh sits and listens patiently.

He shakes his head as something in his stomach sinks at the same time his heart starts beating harder when he thinks about last weekend.

“Because, we don’t date, or she doesn't want to date, and then we had sex, and like, good sex. I’ve never had that kind of sex, sex…like emotional? But I don’t think…I can’t wait for her to…choose me? Because what if she never does, right? Isn’t that the cardinal rule of dating? Don’t think you can change someone?”

He hates how much he’s talking, how much of his guts he’s literally just spilling all over the place, but he’s needed to talk about it for a long time, and he certainly can’t tell Robin.

Leigh sips her martini thoughtfully before she asks, “Does she know about this?” She gestures between the two of them.

Steve shakes his head, swallowing before he quietly admits, “Nobody does, well, no, I told Robin I was dating you. Because she kept pestering me about what was going on and I…”

He trails off, at a loss for words as Leigh hums.

“Well, that’s problem number one right there buddy. It sounds like you’re asking her to open up and you’re keeping some things heavily guarded too.”

Leigh glances at her watch and hops off the stool, smiling, “I have that dinner with a client. And I think you have a lot of thinking to do tonight Steve Harrington. I’ll see you tomorrow, whatever you decide.”

She kisses his cheek and Steve turns towards his glass, downing the last of it as he pulls out his phone and opens your contact.

Steve: Hey could we talk tonight? We could go out? Or I could come over? You: I’m sorry, I really want to but I’m sick.

He stares down at the text back from you the whole ride up the elevator and down his hallway. Are you actually sick? Or are you avoiding him because last weekend scared you?

His key turns in the lock too easily and he closes his eyes as he pushes open his already unlocked front door, taking a deep breath before he steps inside.

John Harrington frowns at the bottle of Scotch in his hands, eyes narrowed at the bar in his son’s apartment.

“Is this all you have?”

“Hey dad, long time no see. I’m doing great, thanks for asking.”

His father rolls his eyes in an eerily familiar way and Steve turns to the cabinet above his fridge, and pulls down the bottle for his father.

“Happy Birthday,” Steve grumbles.

John eagerly takes it, “Ah! Yes.”

Thank you son, you’re the greatest. No problem dad, glad you like it.

His dad finally looks at him and frowns. “Is that what you wore for your drinks with Leigh?”

Steve looks down at his custom made and fitted three piece suit, tie, Italian loafers, leather belt, and cufflinks and a watch that all cost more than his college tuition.

“I-”

“Your mom is hanging up the suit for tomorrow in your closet, why don’t you go let her pick out a better tie for din-”

Steve’s already power walking past his dad, hurriedly trying to make sure his mother is not in his closet, but it’s too late.

The sliding door gives him an easy view of his mom, who’s holding the picture nobody really knows about. Steve looks over his shoulder and thankfully his father has sat himself down on the couch, turning on the news.

Steve carefully and quietly closes the closet door behind him, whispering, “Mom, I can explain-”

“You went to college?” Her voice is hoarse as her fingers trail over the tassel and degree.

He swallows, fingers curled into fists at his sides as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Yeah. I did.”

Vivian Harrington nods, and when she looks up at her son, he feels like she’s sort of seeing him for the first time in his life.

Her eyes that match his are glassy, and her head tilts as if she’s taking in his features like she doesn’t really know him at all. Maybe she doesn’t. But it’s that look that gives him the courage to keep going.

“Can I have a rain check on dinner? There’s somewhere I need to be tonight. Someone I need to see.”

Maybe his mom sees something in his eyes, or hears it in his tone, but the way her eyes travel over his face, searching, it’s easy to see when understanding falls across her features.

“Sure, honey.” She puts the picture back down with a sad smile, her voice hesitant but forceful at the same time as she asks, “But we’ll see you tomorrow? For the brunch?”

He knows she’s not really asking and he nods.

“Yeah, of course.”

So when it’s her name flashing across his phone when you wake him up, the guilt washes over him. He doesn’t know what to do.

He locks his phone and closes his eyes, thinking about everything you told him last night.

Thinking about how you said that nobody could have a love like them. That it’s a love story you witness once. How since then, you haven’t believed in it or even tried to.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go, my parents are here and…” he sighs, touching his forehead to yours, willing you to just tell him right now. Willing himself to just take the leap. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Your fingers circle around his wrist as you whisper sleepily to him.

He could spend his whole life waiting for you to never change your mind.

Never really getting every part of you. Not the way he wants.

As much as it hurts, as much it will keep hurting for a long time, he wants all of you, or nothing at all.

Steve looks at your lips before he kisses them, trying to memorize how soft they are against his own. How it just seems to work.

“I’m sorry. I’ll…I’ll see you at the game later. I…”

He groans as his phone buzzes in his pocket and he kisses you so quickly, too quickly, and then he’s gone. And he’s worried he’s never going to get to kiss you again.

Steve answers the phone as he shuts your front door. “I’m sorry, I’ll be there in-”

“Did you get it out of your system?”

Steve stops in the hallway, gulping, “What?”

“Did you get it out of your system?”

He bangs his forehead against the wall, fingers clenching around the vest and jacket he holds. Steve’s jaw is tense, stomach tight as he blinks away the damp feeling pooling in his eyes.

“I don’t know.”

“Steven-”

“I’ll see you soon.”

He hangs up and walks to the stairwell.

What the fuck is he supposed to do?

“Jesus fucking christ!”

Your hand is over your heart, a brush dropped in the bucket of paint, and your boyfriend smiles from the other side of the makeshift dog gate.

“Don’t do that!” You squeal, only half mad he almost scared you to literal death standing in the doorway all ominous, but overall you’re ecstatic to see him, your heart racing faster than it should for both reasons. You turn down the music you were blaring and singing along to loudly so he can hear you. “What are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to be home till Monday!”

Steve’s looking at you from the other side of the gate with this intense look that makes an entire box of bouncy balls dump out inside of your stomach.

“What?” You ask nervously, looking around the room that’s half painted and back at him as you take a few steps towards the doorway.

He seems to visibly shake a thought from his brain, his cheeks turning pink as he clears his throat.

“Nothing, I, uh, like the color.”

Your body fills with heat as you take a few steps closer to him, both of you staring up and down each other’s bodies a little hungry, a little impatiently.

“Yeah?” You’d be embarrassed by how soft and girly your question comes out except Steve is clearly thinking and feeling things, his fingers curling around the doorframe a little tighter with each step you take, which only spurs you on to tack on, “I know you said the office could be whatever color, and when I was standing in front of the paint samples, this one spoke to me. Made me think about a shirt this guy I really like wears.”

“Oh?” He asks, fingers reaching forward so his thumb can brush across your cheek. It feels a little rough and you’re certain he’s tracing over paint you somehow managed to get on your face.

You hum, stomach warm from the feeling of his skin touching yours after so long apart. Your eyes greedily take in the scruff on his jaw that he’s let grow and the deeper tan his skin has. The numerous new freckles you swear he didn’t have when he left. Your mouth waters a little bit as your eyes wander to his covered up arms and shoulders, impatient to find out how many more there are.

“It’s kind of like the olives he hates on his pizza too.”

Steve’s fingers roam down your neck, thumb dragging on the chain hidden under his white shirt.

“Sounds like a smart guy for hating those disgusting things,” he softly banters.

“Mm, debatable. It’s also kind of like the green in his eyes.”

Your body leans over the gate, closer to him, fingers reaching for the collar of his shirt till your noses bump each other’s. It’s hard to breathe, when all you can smell is cedar and mint and practically taste the coffee on his lips he must have been drinking to stay awake.

“Well, he sounds like quite a guy, to inspire a whole room’s paint color.” Steve speaks slowly, one hand around the back of your neck, the other dragging down the curves of your side as you both breathe sharply, the small space between your mouths electric.

“He’s okay,” you offer with a shrug.

“I like the overalls,” Steve ignores you, nose running down the bridge of yours as he nudges closer.

“Thanks, they were my mom’s when she was pregnant with me.”

Steve’s eyes flash from that comment, his adams apple bobbing in a loud and harsh swallow.

“Oh?”

You giggle, your top lip hitting his in a brief pass and it’s intoxicating.

“Easy tiger. Not in the cards just yet.”

“But it is, someday?” He squeezes at your waist, bottom lip just barely bumping between yours, his head tilting just barely to get a better angle.

“Sure. Play those cards right and when the time comes…”

Steve’s lips slot over yours, his hands pull at the back of your neck and waist until you’re both pressed up against the gate.

His tongue swipes over your bottom lip lightly, teasing, as his fingers brush down your jaw and he breaks away from you, breathing heavily.

“I missed you so much.”

“You’re never leaving for that long again.”

You both laugh into another kiss as you speak at the same time. Refusing to part your mouths as you try to climb over the gate causing it and both of you to clatter to the ground. Inigo comes racing from the bedroom where he was sleeping.

He runs at Steve, panting happily and jumping onto his chest from your tangled pile on the ground.

“Hey buddy, I missed you too,” Steve laughs, squeezing his eyes closed and trying to dodge the lab’s tongue.

“Dude, he is my boyfriend. Also you’re such a traitor, you never greet me like this.”

“Are you talking to me or the dog?” Steve laughs as Inigo wiggles and yips on his stomach when you push yourself up to standing.

“Where are you going?” He calls after you.

“To get the peanut butter kong so he’ll be busy for hou-Steve!”

He’s snaked his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest forcefully. His mouth attacks your neck and cheeks and jaw from behind. Hot and wet open mouthed kisses you giggle at which only makes him do it more.

Steve squeezes his arms around you, holding your ass tighter against his clearly worked up lower half as you stumble towards the freezer with him behind you still. Inigo makes it all the more difficult as he races around your legs.

“Steve, babe…” you moan as his mouth slows down, warm lips pressing right behind your ear as his fingers work on the buckles of the overalls.

He hums, pushing you up against the counter next to the fridge a little rough, a little dirty with the way his mouth and teeth and tongue are working on your neck. Your fingers slip on the counter, searching for purchase. “I love you, so much, really-fuck.”

Inigo barks at the base of the freezer, reminding you of why you’re telling Steve to stop.

“I love you too, why do I feel like there’s a but coming though?” He pulls at the overalls, until they’re dropping at your ankles leaving you in his white shirt and black panties that he groans at, slapping at your ass and grabbing at each cheek with both hands as his nose drags down the back of your neck.

“You gotta go wash your face and hands before we keep going, you smell like Inigo’s breath and your fingers cannot be inside of me after-”

“I hate this dog!” He proclaims, stomping down the hallway, grumbling a shouted, “He seems a decent fellow, I hate to kill him!”

Inigo cocks his head adorably at you, tail thumping against the tile. You pull out the red overstuffed with peanut butter kong and give it to him, patting his head as you whisper. “That does seem to put a damper on your relationship, but don’t worry buddy, he loves you.”

And you race down the hallway towards Steve in your bathroom shouting, “How dare you threaten my dog Harrington. Prepare to die!”

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readerthatreadsss · 10 months

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Sweet Fantasy | Dean Winchester

GIF by born-to-be-his-baby88

(gave myself an actual pat on the fucking back for finding this gif like y'all are gonna see how perfect it is in a second!)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Dean won't eat his vegetables...until you offer to cash in on a very recent fantasy of his, that is.

Warnings [18+ MINORS DNI]: P*rn w/ some solid plot action actually, a bit of domestic fluff sprinkled in, reader and Dean are married (don't know if that's a warning but you should know?), reader dresses up in a sexy Zorro costume with the hat and mask included, handcuffs (Dean receiving), mentions of a safeword but not used, fingering/masturbation (reader receiving), oral sex (brief Dean receiving), a whole lotta teasing (Dean receiving), p in v sex (cowgirl, missionary), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly!), dirty talk, switch! Dean, switch! reader, very vocal Dean, brief choking (Dean receiving), creampie.

A/n: Hey! Sorry for disappearing for 3 months again...So classes finished almost 2 months ago and I've been wracking my brain about what to post. I tried finishing some of my drafts and it just wasn't working for me idk. Then, like any normal person, I was randomly watching some SPN bloopers this morning and it got to a scene where Dean said sometimes he wants to get spanked during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask and my brain ran with that shit IMMEDIATELY. Now, I'm so sorry I couldn't actually write him actually getting spanked without it sounding corny and just wrong to me? But I did write all of this in 7 hours without stopping so I'm honestly proud of it regardless.

Enjoy...

It was a Sunday evening in the bunker, meaning you were responsible for dinner. With that task came the additional task of getting Dean to eat whatever vegetables you cooked without complaining and engaging in a rant that would end with him calling himself the “meat man”.

It’s not that you were concerned about Dean's weight or appearance, after 7 years of marriage you were confident that there was nothing in the world that could make you love Dean Winchester any less. But having a steady diet of beer, beef, and pie was a surefire way to kill any man of Dean’s age faster than any monster or demon.

And God knows you’d do anything to ensure he didn’t die before his time.

Hell, you have before.

Which is why you made Dean agree to eat a side of only vegetables with whatever meat he wanted at least once a week. This week it was string beans and sautéed mushrooms, aka his least favorite vegetable.

But you didn’t have the time to make the 45-minute drive to the grocery store earlier that day so he would have to deal.

Or you wish he would deal…

“Mushrooms? Baby come on,” he complained when you placed his plate before him.

“Hey, it’s all that was left in the fridge. Eat up,” you shrugged, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.

“You know, we could always do no vegetables,” Dean offered with a wide grin.

You chuckled and used a finger to squish his stubbled cheek. “You wish, Winchester.”

He sighed in defeat and turned to pick up his fork.

You looked to make sure Sam was out of earshot before leaning down to where your lips grazed Dean’s ear. “Tell you what, if you eat those vegetables I’ll do that thing you told me about…later” you whispered.

Dean’s eyes lit up immediately, “The thing?” he harshly whispered.

You nodded with a smile.

“Costume and everything?” He made a gesture with his hands.

“Yup, I’ve been hiding the costume for weeks.”

“I’m game” Dean agreed, digging into the mushrooms first.

You turned away to share your own plate with a smile.

“I’m gonna go grocery shopping later,” Sam announced as he sat beside Dean with his plate. He met your eyes, “Anything else you forgot to put on the list?”

“Yeah stop at the liquor store and grab me a bottle of red? I ran out,” you answered sitting across from the boys with your plate.

Sam grabbed a pen and a piece of folded paper from his pocket and added it to his list, “Yeah, no problem. What brand again?”

You swallowed a piece of your chicken with a smirk. “I’m sure you already know seeing as you’re the one who emptied the bottle to the very last drop,” you addressed Sam.

His pen slipped from his grip, his green eyes widening to meet your narrowed ones.

“You drink red wine?” Dean pointed at Sam in disbelief as a laugh rumbled in his chest.

“How did you know?” He asked you, ignoring Dean’s quip.

“I saw you passed out in the library clutching the bottle the other night.”

“Listen Dean finished all the beer and it was the first thing I saw,” he defended himself.

“Oh, you’re getting more creative with your excuses. I'm impressed!” You gushed, sarcasm evident in your tone, “What was it again last week? ‘Oh Eileen wanted to taste some’ " you mimicked his gruff tone causing him to roll his eyes and Dean’s laughter to grow louder. “-when we all know that Eileen is a white wine type of gal.”

"I-" Sam tried to come up with a retort but eventually gave up. “Whatever.”

“Yeah pick up 3 bottles this time in case Eileen wants a taste,” you replied with a grin.

“Three bottles?!” He exclaimed.

“You aren’t the one paying for it, genius,” you reminded him, referring to the unlimited card Charlie hacked for you all those years ago.

“Yeah but I’m gonna have to lug it up here,” Sam mumbled as he stuck his fork into his chicken.

Dinner continued mostly in silence with Sam thinking about the two lousy trips he’d have to make between his car and the kitchen once he returns with the groceries, Dean thinking about the reward he’ll be getting for the vegetables he’s actually grown used to eating, and y/n thinking about all the ways she’s gonna make Dean squirm later.

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Hours had passed since dinner and Sam was now on his way to the grocery store leaving just you and Dean in the bunker.

To say he was excited would be an understatement.

Dean first told you about this fantasy of his after a case you had months ago required you to take a trip to an adult costume shop to question the owner. It took mere seconds for the image of you in the very specific costume to cross his mind after laying eyes on the packaging.

You laughed at the idea when he told you and silently decided you would try and find the costume.

Of course, he didn’t believe you would actually indulge him but you were actually excited too. Costumes and toys weren’t new territory for you and Dean but they were few and far between with your unpredictable hunting schedules.

Dean now sat at the edge of your shared bed wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt waiting for you to return like you had promised.

But it had been almost 20 minutes since you left to get changed and his patience was wearing thin. He was seconds away from getting up and coming to see if you needed help or if you were even hurt.

Which you predicted would be the case.

So you had been standing out of sight by the doorway for less than a minute now waiting for him to try and leave.

“Damnit,” Dean eventually gave in to his worries and began to make his way to the door.

You smirked once you heard his determined steps drawing closer.

Dean’s eyes widened once you spun from your hiding spot against the wall to stand before him. “Looking for me?”

You watched his throat bob and his pupils dilate as he took in your full look.

Atop your head and face rested a sexy black Zorro mask and matching hat. You were also wearing a black sleeveless leather top that stopped in your midriff region and had strings tied between your breasts that allowed a whole lot of cleavage to be on display. The leather skirt that accompanied was low-waisted and stopped at your upper thigh, matching the black thong you were wearing beneath.

You had stretched the thin straps of the thong along your hips above the skirt for added flair.

In your right hand, you held a fake silver sword similar to the one Zorro held in the movies, and hanging from the left side of your skirt were two handcuffs ready and waiting to be used.

You were sex on knee-length boot-covered legs.

Dean felt himself growing hard already.

You bit your bottom lip at the way your husband’s eyes roamed your body, hoping the dark red lipstick covering it was as transfer and waterproof as the box advertised.

“You look...stunning,” Dean marveled. The model on the packaging of the costume didn’t come close to how it looked on your body.

Your heart swelled at the compliment before remembering the persona you had practiced for the night ahead. “Oh I know,” you took a step closer and leaned against the doorway. You pointed the sword in Dean’s direction. “Why are you still dressed, Dean?” you asked with furrowed brows and a smile.

A chuckle almost left your lips at the sight of Dean fumbling with his pant strings and tripping over his own legs to send the pajama bottoms flying over to a random corner while throwing off his t-shirt with record speed.

He stood before you in only his boxers, his enjoyment of your costume evident by the bulge in the center.

“Get on the bed.” You told him, your tone not excessively commanding but sexy enough to make him obey immediately.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, quickly sitting and sliding up to the headboard of the bed.

You walked further into the room and placed your sword down before climbing onto the bed and slowly crawling to where Dean sat. His green eyes followed your every move as you moved to straddle him, but not fully.

You then grabbed the two pairs of handcuffs attached to your hips and twirled them around your fingers. “How you feeling Dean?” you checked in, your hips hovering above his thighs, making sure to not touch his erection just yet.

“Oh, I feel great. Real great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this great,” he nodded eagerly as you cuffed each of his hands to each bedpost, getting a face full of your boobs in the process.

"You sound nervous," you teased him, "Am I making you nervous baby?"

"Me? Nervous? Pfft!"

You scoffed, not believing him one bit. "What's our safe word?" you asked him gently.

Dean leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow to press a sweet kiss against your stomach. " 'Oklahoma', baby," he grinned.

You then let your clothed ass sink down on his covered erection. Dean groaned and tried to reach for your hips instinctively only to meet the restriction of the handcuffs. “I hope they aren’t too tight 'cause they’re gonna be on there for a while,” you nearly bust out laughing at the look Dean gave you.

“A while?” he repeated, dreading not being able to touch you at a time like this.

You shrugged, “If you behave I might change my mind.”

Before he could argue further, you leaned forward and connected your lips in a searing kiss. His breath was hot against your face as your lips drifted to his neck while your hands found themselves in his hair.

A breathy groan slipped past his lips when you nipped a specific spot beneath his ear lobe. “You’re so loud. Maybe I should’ve bought a muzzle,” you whispered in his ear teasingly, feeling his dick jump beneath you at your words. “I'll remember that next time,” you replied to his body's response.

“Baby, do you have any idea how amazing you look? ” Dean gushed, struggling against his restraints as you began to grind your hips against his covered cock.

You smiled and met his lips in a kiss once again. He slipped his tongue between your welcoming lips, allowing his taste to flood your mouth. You pulled away seconds later, nipping his bottom lip, and removed yourself from his lap.

He watched nervously, awaiting your next move while you scooted farther away from him along the bed. You slowly slipped off your boots, your confidence unwavering as you held Dean’s hungry stare.

He watched you use a hand to hold yourself upright before spreading your legs open to reveal the lace thong covering your already-drenched pussy. “Are you about to..." he trailed off, jaw clenched as he spoke.

"Hmm mhm. And there is not a damn thing you can do about it...except watch," you slowly removed your thong and threw it at Dean’s lap. He immediately became hyperaware of the feeling of the wet lace draped over his dick.

You slowly brought two fingers up to your lips and sucked them even slower to coat them in your saliva and give Dean a show before bringing them down to where you needed them the most. You began slow ministrations against your aching clit, pulling moans from yourself that made Dean impossibly harder.

He took a deep breath at the sight, imagining his own fingers parting your folds and rubbing at your swollen clit.

“You are a menace,” Dean laughed in obvious distress, licking his dried lips. He couldn’t handle watching you touch yourself without being able to touch you any longer so he looked away, swallowing harshly at the sound of your wetness against your fingers.

“Look at me Dean,” you mewled, continuing to rub your pussy in small quick circles. He turned reluctantly, watching as you slowly pushed two fingers inside your dripping hole. “See this, baby? It’s all for you,” you said, melting into a moan when your fingers grazed a spot inside you that drew your orgasm closer.

“I gotta taste you, baby,” Dean pleaded, “Open these and let me taste you, please,” he rattled the handcuffs against the bedposts.

The pure agony in his voice had your fingers and breathing speeding up and soon your climax was approaching. Dean’s breathing picked up in response. “Fuck, Dean I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, pressing a thumb to your clit while your fingers kept working inside of you to bring you to the edge.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Dean’s forehead as he watched you keenly. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, his self-control draining by the second.

Your eyes remained open and locked onto his, your moans growing louder and borderline pornographic. You were putting on a show and he was losing his mind.

“I’m cumming, fuck-“ you panted as your first orgasm of the night slammed into you and caused you to make a small mess on the sheets beneath you. Your body shook sporadically with aftershocks of your own work

Dean’s head hung low. “Jesus baby,” he huffed, his own voice strangled, “you’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you?”

You smiled as you crawled back up to sit on Dean’s lap, taking your thong and throwing them somewhere unseen. “Ehh maybe,” you replied coyly, straightening your hat and mask. “And since you behaved so well,” you reached a hand down to touch his clothed cock, “I think you deserve a reward,” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Dean allowed you to pull his boxers off his body, watching you wrap a hand around his painfully erect cock. “Fuck,” he groaned at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him.

You slid down to where you could lay flat on your stomach between his legs and leaned down to briefly swirl your tongue around where precum was gathered at the tip.

“Take the hat off and look at me pretty girl,” Dean said.

You complied, throwing the hat off to the edge of the bed before diving down and licking his tip once again, but this time keeping your eyes locked onto his.

“Holy shit,” Dean groaned, his hips twitching upwards. You then opened your mouth and wrapped it around his length, slowly sliding down until your nose was nuzzled at the base, staying there for a few seconds before coming back up for air. “Hell yes, baby that's perfect,” he panted as you began sucking faster along his length, a few lone tears flowing from beneath the mask from the familiar stretch of his cock in your throat.

Your head continued to bob up and down Dean’s length for some time, drawing shallow moans of your name and grunts from him before you finally let up and pressed one last kiss against the side of his cock.

Dean’s chest heaved as you licked your lips and used a hand to wipe your face clean. “Goddamnit," he whined at your sudden stop, feeling his impending orgasm return to its hiding place.

You grabbed your previously discarded Zorro hat and placed it back on your head before hiking your skirt up to allow you more room to move your legs around Dean’s lap. “Can’t have you cumming before I’m done with you sweetheart,” you replied while untying the strings of your top and removing it.

The keys to the handcuffs dropped onto Dean’s lap from where you previously hid them in your top. You had honestly forgotten you put them there but it just presented yet another opportunity to get Dean all whiny and desperate, which was a rarity that you rather enjoyed.

“Oops would you look at that,” you exclaimed playfully, taking them up and dangling them in front of Dean’s eyes.

"Alright baby you broke me. Come on, just let me go, and trust me, I will make it worth your while,” Dean bargained with you.

"As enticing as that sounds," you paused and brought your hand up to caress Dean’s cheek before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. You pulled away with a grin. “I love hearing you beg, so no,” you whispered against his lips.

Dean loudly groaned watching you gently place the keys down on the closest nightstand. “Shit,” he shut his eyes.

But they shortly shot open once you used a hand to grip his length and bring it between your dripping folds.

A pleased hum left your lips once the tip glazed your clit causing Dean to swallow harshly. “Aren’t you sick of teasing me,” he hissed.

Fuck no.

You used a free hand to grip the back of his hair. “Take a deep breath for me, Dean,” you told him, feeling his chest rise against yours soon after. And as it fell, you slipped his cock inside your entrance.

You slowly sank down onto his length until it was fully buried inside you, groaning at the welcomed stretch.

“I love those sounds you make for me,” Dean whispered against your lips.

“Oh you’re gonna be making some of those sounds too,” you smirked, clenching around him causing a sharp grunt to reach your ears.

You guided your hips up and down Dean’s length, riding him at a quickening pace. He jerked his hips upward to match your cadence drawing a gasp from your lips when his cock hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “There you go baby,” Dean groaned, “you look so fucking good riding my cock.”

The hat and mask from your costume managed to stay in place as you slammed down on Dean’s cock repeatedly. And it was an image that he would never forget.

Your hand released Dean’s hair and instead found itself wrapped around Dean’s neck as you rode him faster. A whine that shot straight to your cunt escaped his lips when your fingers slightly tightened their grip around his throat.

You suddenly slowed down and instead began to grind your hips against his, moaning loudly when your clit grazed his pelvis. “I’m gonna cum again shit!” You threw your head back in obscene pleasure, releasing Dean's throat and holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Fuck yes. Use my cock to get off, sweetheart,” Dean urged you on before leaning forward to suck one of your nipples as best as he could.

This soon pushed you over the edge, your climax tearing a scream from within you as your hips faltered around Dean’s cock, your hat flying off your head once more. Dean relished in the way your cunt pulsed around him from your orgasm as well as the look of sheer pleasure that crossed your face at that moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled up at you, meaning every word.

You kissed his forehead with a smile and reached for the handcuff keys. “I think I’ve tortured you enough,” you freed his right hand first, pressing a kiss against his wrist, then did the same to his left, “This is supposed to be a reward after all.”

Dean’s lips curved into a smirk at his newfound freedom. “Yes it is, sweetheart.”

A surprised yelp left your lips when Dean gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back. He grabbed your hat and placed it on his own head before sending you a wink. “And I’m not feeling rewarded just yet.”

You nearly came just from the sight of Dean hovering above you in only that hat. “We’re gonna have to talk about my sexy cowboy fantasy when we’re done here,” you raised a brow.

A low chuckle echoed from Dean’s chest. He reached up and tipped his hat in your direction, “yes ma’am.” He replied with a deep southern drawl.

Your pussy clenched instantly.

“That was hot as fuck,” you breathed.

“Thank you darlin’ “ he replied in the same accent with a wink.

You giggled before pulling him down for a kiss. He pulled away and touched the mask still wrapped around your eyes. “And thank you for doing this for me, baby,” he smiled down at you, “It was so so much better than I imagined.”

“It was definitely my pleasure,” you nodded happily, feeling his hands glide down your sides.

“Was?” He protested playfully. “The night is still young, sweetheart!” He threw your legs over his shoulder causing you to exclaim at the sudden move. He placed a kiss on each of your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance before entering you once again.

“FUCK” you cried out at the sudden intrusion, feeling your eyes well up with tears of pleasure in record time.

Dean pulled out and slammed into you once again, his grip on your legs tightening as he eased into a quick pace.

“YES-Dean holy shit,” you moaned, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head and back arching up and off the bed as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

“How’s it feeling baby?” Dean said, bringing a hand down to play with your clit.

“So good, Dean, so fucking good,” you rambled, your skin buzzing with pleasure, “Harder, please, I'm almost there,” you found yourself begging.

“You gonna cum for me already pretty girl?” He sped up his slaughter on your cunt, "Maybe I should make you beg for it?" his voice was low and demeaning but only spurred you on more.

You shook your head adamantly while your hands fumbled around Dean's waist for a solid grip. So he simply released your legs and grabbed your hands before holding them down above your head, driving his cock into you even harder at this new angle.

“Dean!" you broke off into a strangled moan.

Dean’s lips attacked your open neck. “I wish we had neighbors so they could hear you screaming my fucking name,” he all but growled as the sounds of your moans and skin against skin plagued the air.

You came with a yell seconds later, your release coating Dean’s cock and the sheets. “That’s my girl. There you go baby,” he released your hands and held your face, guiding you down from your high.

Your hands gripped Dean’s hair harshly as you kissed his lips and his hips stuttered, his cum coating your insides soon after. You swallowed his grunts as his cock continued to leak and twitch inside you.

Broken pants befell both your lips in between sloppy kisses while your orgasms passed and your shared spend flowed between your legs. You eventually released his lips for air, “That was-“

“-Incredible,” he mirrored your thoughts, removing your hat from his head. Dean used a hand to remove your mask and brush a few strands of hair behind your ears once he moved to lie down beside you.

“Hi,” you grinned in awe of the man you called your husband. “Hey sweetness,” he grinned back, adoration evident in his deep green eyes.

Your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. He quickly grabbed his previously discarded t-shirt and used it to clean up the mess between your legs before throwing it in the laundry basket nearby.

You snuggled into his side once he returned to the bed.

“So uhh what was it you were saying about your cowboy kink?” Dean smugly asked after a few seconds.

“Goddamnit Dean,” you shamefully groaned into his side, gaining a chuckle from him.

ANDDD SCENE!

Hope it wasn't too bad seeing as I gave up on editing it like 75% through it.

Tbh I highly doubt more than 20 people are gonna see this because I have no idea how strong the Supernatural fandom's presence is on here, which also means that I don't know if anyone has used a plot like this one before so don't be afraid to let me know if that is the case and I will make changes as I see fit!

(Also let me know if you want a sequel one shot with sexycowboy! Dean and reader. Or feel free to make any other requests)

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rickfucker · 1 year

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Got any hcs for Rick and his very jumpy s/o? I just imagine his surprise visits in the middle of the night are scarier than he intends. When his frustration turns into loud exclamations making them jump he cringes the slightest bit

I can imagine that at first, he thinks it’s funny. You hear weird banging coming from your living room in the middle of the night, almost stabbing him with a pen (or whatever relatively sharp object you have at your disposal) when he breaks into your room. The first time he wakes you up, you scream. He finds it hysterical.

He starts to go out of his way to scare you by sneaking up on you from behind and the like. Once he sees you get genuinely upset the more he does it, instead of the seething irritation he’s used to seeing, he starts to feel bad. He’s still not very observant of his own behavior, so even though he stops going out of his way to freak you out, even hanging around him can be needlessly stressful.

His weapons and devices are loud, he goes on tangential rants constantly (with no perception of how loud he’s being), he barges into rooms, and occasionally leaves you to your own devices off planet.

He probably wouldn’t pick up on it on his own, even if he starts feeling bad every time he sees you jump. It’d probably take you snapping to fully lodge it in his brain.

He starts calling before randomly dropping in on you. He nonchalantly hands you headphones when he’s doing work in the garage. He keeps you close when you go on adventures, and goes solo or with Morty when he thinks the mission would end up bothering you. It’s just little things. He’s not a sweeping gesture kind of guy, but if you’re important to him, he’ll put in just enough effort to keep you comfortable.

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multiharlot · 2 years

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nervous // matt murdock x age gap!reader

summary: you're the first girl to ever leave matt murdock speechless

warnings: extreme fluff, slight cursing, foggy absolutely not letting matt live this down, age gap, reader is freshly 22 and matt is 32

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you were fumbling with your papers in your hand as you let out a nervous shaky breath.

"shit shit shit shit shit" you mumbled as you looked through the stack of paperwork in your hand.

you were here to turn in your official graduation paperwork and to talk about grad school and your options after getting your bachelors. but as you walked, you'd realized all of your paperwork had somehow managed to become out of order and your masters application as well as your graduation paperwork was mixed together randomly. as you attempted to organize them, you ran straight into what felt like a wall wearing a very soft jacket.

you'd dropped your paper with a small oof.

"i'm so sorry" you gasped, not looking up and kneeling down to grab your papers.

"that's okay. you seem to be in a rush." the stranger chuckles, leaning down in front of you.

his hand reached out towards your papers, and that's when you looked up at him. your breath caught in your throat as you took in his very handsome features.

"i-i um...yeah. well no. not really. but like...i am. i- sorry. it's been a hectic couple of weeks for me and so i'm a bit scatter brained as a result." you blurt out, shaking your head at yourself.

he chuckles, nodding his head.

"i get it." he smiles, handing the papers over to you.

"thanks. i um...i'm y/n." you smile as you grab the papers from him.

"i'm matthew." he smiles back.

well, you're sure he's not smiling back so much as he's smiling at you. considering the blindness, not that you'd point it out.

"i like your glasses."

"i'm sure i would too." he says sarcastically, making you let out a very unattractive snort.

"blind joke. nice." you chuckle.

he opens the door to the building and gestures for you to walk in.

"thanks, they're kinda my specialty." he smiles.

you walk past him into the building and he takes a moment to breathe you in. matt thought you had the most gentle voice he'd ever heard. from what he could tell, you were kind and funny and someone he felt like he wanted to talk to all day long.

"so what're you in for?" you ask as you two walk over towards the front desk.

"i'm meeting with professor douglas. he asked if my firm would take on an intern or two next year."

you pause, looking over at him as you reach the sign in desk.

"you're matt murdock. of...nelson and murdock. like...the people who took down fisk. i mean, aside from daredevil."

"guilty as charged." for both, matt thought.

"well, i have to say i'm honored." you smiled, handing over the pen.

"trust me, the honor is mine." he smirked, and your face heated up, and for just a moment, you were glad he was blind.

you cleared your throat, reaching your hand out with the pen.

"i-thank you. um...here's the pen. for the...yeah." you mumbled nervously, making matt smile.

"thank you. so what're you here for?" he asked as he felt around the page, his eyebrows furrowing realizing he couldn't feel where to sign.

you gently placed your hand on his bicep.

"may i?"

matt felt his entire body go stiff and cold, god he never wanted your hand to leave his arm.

"y-yeah. thank you." he nods, and you place your hand atop his and your other on the page.

"here's the box to put your name, and then the box over is where you write down who you're here to see"

you looked up at him to find him looking down at you. well, not looking, but it felt like it the way his eyes looked into yours through his red lenses.

"thank you." he says, and you nod your head.

you took your hand back and cleared your throat.

"i-i'm here to uh, see my advisor. i'm turning in my graduation paperwork and trying to see which route to take in regards to grad school. i hear getting your masters is just kind of a money hole." you sigh.

"i've heard that too. what's your major?" he nods, and turns around.

you make your way towards the waiting area together and take a seat as a small padded love seat.

"neuropsych. clinical." you nod, letting out a shaky breath.

"pretty and smart." he says, smirking as he hears your heart rate go up.

"and how would you know that, hm?" you quirp back.

he smiles, shrugging his shoulders.

"i just do."

your name is called and you look over at your advisor, and you nod your head, standing up and grabbing your things.

"give me your phone."

"robbing a blind man?" matt asks, quriking his head as he reaches into his pocket and hands you his phone.

"yet you still give me your phone?" you chuckle.

"i kinda have a thing for scatterbrained girls who try to rob me."

you just let our a snort and hand his phone back.

"give me a call, sometime mr. murdock."

oh i will, he thought as he listened to you walk away.

***

"i can't do it, fog." matt says, throwing his hands up as his phone sat on his desk in front of him.

"oh my god matt. are you...nervous?" foggy smirks.

"shut up. i'm serious foggy. i can't do it. i can't. what do i say? what if i say something stupid and she just ignores the text and i never see her again?"

"oh my god you are nervous. totally nervous. like a little boy in middle school who's about to ask the popular girl to the valentine's day dance."

"foggy i'm serious. just...help me. please."

"me? you want me to help you? me, foggy nelson, help you, matt murdock?"

"yes foggy. you. franklin nelson, help me. matthew murdock."

"this is...epic. i gotta meet the girl who made matt murdock this nervous. this is a historic moment." foggy claps his hands as he lets our a dry laugh.

"foggy can we do this later please? it's been like two days already."

"two days and you haven't called or texted? nothing??" foggy yells, and matt winces.

"it's bad isn't it."

"very bad, my friend. but still salvageable. you can just say you had a big case and couldn't spare the time that she deserved."

"okay. yeah, i can say that."

"or you can tell her that your shaking in your pantaloons because of how nervous she makes you"

"foggy!"

"okay okay i'm sorry. just...breathe. and just call her. i promise, it'll work out if it's meant to."

matt nods, taking a deep breath before picking up the phone and finally calling you. foggy steps out of his office and stands by matt's door that he'd left open just a tiny bit.

"hello?" you say through the phone's speaker.

matt takes in a quick breath and a wide smile replacing the worried frown on his face.

"hey"

foggy smiled and he heard you tease him about how you thought he'd been scared off by you trying to rob him. and encounter matt had retold far too many times. foggy's heart melted as he watched matt laugh, actually laugh for the first time in god knows how long.

he quietly pressed the door closed and just shook his head.

"quaking in his boots and for what"

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ms-scarletwings · 10 months

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That Speculative Analysis About Irkens No One (Originally) Asked For: Part III

Hey! Huge thanks to everyone who took an interest in the first two parts of this fun I got into about Jhonen Vasquez’s funny green guys. I didn’t really expect to kind of rebound back into this old flame the way I have been lately and it’s actually a pleasant surprise that other fans have been getting something out of it and enabling my latest thinkworms.

Check out the part one of this extended analysis here, for broad tids and bits about Planet Irk and the mention of its inhabitants being basically cyborgs.

Part Two, takes on Irken physiology and focusing on their tissue differences from humans, here.

So alright, I’ve been holding this one in since the very start. Previously, I brushed the topic of the control brains, and I’ve sorta gestured acknowledgement toward the Irken obsession with height. Now, I’m really ready to get some thought goo flowing all over and in the crevices of the matter of Irk’s power structure, and, perhaps the one social W that this marauding pack of space imperialists get to claim.

Bearing no further ado, let’s talk about the Tallest. Can we talk about the Tallest? Please Mac, I’ve been dying to talk about the Tallest with you all day.

I’ve said once and now repeated twice that I think the canon implied that the homeworld of our favorite invaders is dummy thicc; consequentially, it’s left a lasting ripple on the evolution of their species as well.

Planetary gravity has a ton of invisible effects on the skeletons of large fauna, to the point where it’s the main thing that you, filthy Earth creature, can shake your own fist at it for taking a huge slice of the blame behind the prevalence of back pain in upright hominins. All that downward tug can really wear a spine down good over the years. In fact, would you believe that astronauts actually grow a smidge taller in Zero-G environments? Legit. So… use your brain and consider what we could have ended up looking like with our same bone structure, but many times that compression.

You take that mental path, and suddenly, height outcomes may not seem like such an arbitrary measure of general survival fitness after all. Especially in the days before the Irkens represented an intergalactic super power. It may seem counterproductive in their modern intelligent society, but no doubt this aesthetic affinity is something that runs much deeper ingrained than practical programming. Respecting tallness is something Irk takes on dogmatic intuition- to the fault of barely being able to comprehend the notion of another species being both tall AND intellectually primitive.

Nevertheless, I pose that the connection may also be more than traditionalism, and not so vestigial after all. My reasoning suggests that The Almighty Tallest are in fact, not randomly born… they’re planned and made by the real overlords sitting atop the pyramid. And even so, they have existed in the species long, LONG before the PAK even did.

• Caste Polymorphism & Bug Stuff

The insectoid inspirations of Zim’s kin are something so obvious they really need no recapping, yet, I’m pining to make a more specific comparison. Some people like to go for wasps or bees, but if you ask me, the roving militarism of the armada is begging for the ant metaphor if anything.

And I got a hell of a species to whip out that you’ve probably never heard of.

A quick context breakdown- Polymorphism is another one of those long biology terms for a pretty simple concept: when one species has different distinct forms or types of forms that appear in its population. And it’s not talking about continuous spectrum differences like height alone. It’s talking about when animals/plants can have one gene with different possible phenotypical presentations. One good example (in humans no less) is the existence of different blood type groups. One of my absolute favorite cases, by the by, is in Side-Blotched Lizards. The females are samey and look pretty generic, but the males deadass come in 3 completely differentiated color variants, all of which are playing a perpetual game of rock paper scissors with the other two for breeding success.

And this kind of phenomenon of course gets way less subtle in the insect world. Everyone here probably knows the simplified version of what a colony critter’s caste system looks like, with sterile female workers, breeding done males, and one big fat queen at the top, pumping out replacements for the other two. This is the part where I tell you it’s a hell of a lot more complicated, weird, and varied than that, actually.

Consider army ants, as I see them, the most Irk-ish of real world animals. Some fun facts on the most notorious handful of species below:

+ Nomadic by nature, they do not build any form of permanent hill or nest, and instead make temporary pit stops inbetween periods where the entire colony swarms along the forest floor in search of resources.

+ Army ants are aggressively predatory and forage in the style of legion-like “raids” that overwhelm their prey with sheer numbers and speed.

+ These raids often take shape by way of linear traffic columns that guide the direction of the swarm. This is because the ants have poor vision, relying on following the paths of the scent trails of the workers that are spearheading the legion.

+ Eciton burchellii, in particular, demonstrates a stark example of polymorphism by way of a rigid caste hierarchy. I.e., The non-reproductive colony members are divided into 4 sized tiers of worker. From smallest to largest there are minors, medias, porters (sub-majors), and soldiers (majors).

And let me tell you… the difference between the Soldier (major) caste and the rest of that batch is a pretty surprising gap.

This is what ONE major-type ant looks like hanging out with colony mates from the lower worker castes.

Oh wait, getting ahead of myself. Ahem… sorry, I meant THIS is the image I was referring to:

Not only is that obviously the bossiest bitch of the bunch, but she has some pretty cool features unique to her status… The more spidery looking body shape and those absolutely wicked mandibles being a standout.

You know what drop I already had coming, so I’ll cut to the chase.

It’s clear that the Almighty Tallest are NOT the Irken equivalent of a hive queen. They are not drones, either. Besides the glaring fact that they are non-reproductive individuals, the role they serve in Irken society has very little if anything to do with running the day-to-day lives and functions of the larger population.

Instead, we have always seen them (and would have seen them more in the unmade episodes such as The Trial) involved more with the military front of the empire. Tallest Miyuki’s one known planned appearance would have featured her overseeing the military research happening on the Vortian base. Tallest Spork’s brief entrance (and exit) was planned to take place on Devastis, where he addressed those who were being evaluated to join the elite ranks of the armada. And our very own iconic duo have,

also,

never even once been seen on their home planet since their introduction. Their first appearance? Conventia. Ever since? Aboard the Massive, where they directly command and supervise the operations of the active invasions.

Why, the Almighty Tallest in all cases… these aren’t emperors at all, they’re generals! Sure, they have power, they have reverence, but even they must obey the final judgement of a Control brain at the end of the day. The same brains that grant them their status in the first place. Note, in real ants, the mechanics of how exactly any one egg is differentiated into its decided caste, from worker to queen, and all between, is… to say the very least, really fucking complicated. And all over the place. Broadly speaking, it’s a mix between genetic potential and nutrition during development. In some species this determination is near entirely up to the whims of DNA, and in others, it does come heavily down to how many protein shakes the colony decided to give their brood that day.

For the purposes of this hypothetical, I’m going to assume the people of Irk fall somewhere in between those two polar options. Now, being a futuristic network of coordinated supercomputers using cloning tech, the control brains have a more precise handle on the gene pool/diversity of their underlings than anything possible with natural breeding.

Let’s also assume they record and monitor the current population of each potential class of irken (they literally assign and code the PAKs’ occupational roles themselves). With each batch of smeets, they can predetermine certain percentages aside with the potential to fill whatever roles need replacing and expansion… keeping the genetic height markers attached for those downline to understand who should be looking down on who. Ergo, not ANY Irken can one day become the almighty tallest, but within each generation of smeets produced, there are potential candidates hidden among the upper ranks of would-be soldiers.

This way, the sudden death of the current armada commander would not disable current operations or throw the offensive lines into utter chaos for years on end. The Control brains need only select out the cream of the crop from their “proto-Tallest” and then cue their body (via diet or hormones) to switch the proper genes on, get a new growth spurt going, and complete the metamorphosis into their true potential.

As for why they seemed to break a historical precedent and jump for a two-for-one special in Zim’s generation… yeah, I’m not sure about that really. There could be a link between that and the very sudden death of the two previous tallests in a row, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. It could just be a remarkable coincidence that Red and Purple were decided to be equally viable successors. Or, Operation Impending Doom could have been deemed an ambitious enough endeavor to warrant the appointing of two regents at once, given the scale of Irk’s expanded army for the purpose.

So, that’s it, then? The Irken species became so reliant of their technological advancement that they have casted aside and replaced every bit of their natural life cycle and order some

computer deemed inefficient? Substituted the seat of their leadership and even their ability to procreate with the soulless calculations of their AI programs?

:y Well, yes, but actually no.

• Long Live the Cyberocracy!

When I said in part one that Irk was on track to eventually make the jump from cyborg citizens to an entirely mechanical or digitized lifeform, I was doing a ponderous thinking thing. I was supposed to just be speculating, and then I find out the most mind blowing revelation while doing the research for this bad boy- those alien bastards already did it. The madlads/madlasses… So, living Irkens DO actually run the show around here, hiding in plain sight this whole time.

I am still desperately searching for confirmation of the rumors I heard that Vasquez himself has said what I’m about to share, and I deeply appreciate anyone who can give me that as well. Even if this turns out to only be fanon, I’m still in love with this interpretation anyway: Within the Control Brains are the preserved consciousness of Irkens who have achieved this evolutionary end stage. WHO are they exactly is… honestly anyone’s guess. The important part being that they no longer have need of their meat suits to survive any longer and now exist as these hulks of nerve and metal.

Be this what it looks like to me, and it would be certain that this is actually the most coveted and honorary fate of any single Irken- immortalized and given a status on par with deification over the most powerful imperium the cosmos has ever known. Perhaps this was the path of particularly accomplished Tallests of the past, who had their paks integrated into the core of a fledgeling new control interface. What better way to commemorate those who have fallen in the highest level of glory? A single “brain” could in fact even be the summation of multiple beings, making example of the greatest the species has to offer and what all should be striving for. Conversely, the greatest punishment of their kind is the opposite- to be forever deceased, forever forgotten, forever excluded from this collective transcendence:

Damnatio Memoriae.

(But like… in a kids’ show)

There’s no clear estimate on how many control brains exist in the franchise, there are at least four that we have seen on screen, one on Devastis and the others within Judgementia. Probs safe to assume there’s at least one permanently built into the infrastructure of any planet of key enough importance to the Empire. Interestingly, lost scripts and show canon make numerous references to them still having gendered pronouns and voices when addressed individually.

Though, now that I think of it, that’s also really interesting that the same is true for the worker castes, too.

• Putting the “Trans” in Transirkenism 👉😎👉

When a worldbuild goes so far as to explicitly confirm a completely sexless, alien race of neuter cyborgs, the existence of a human-like gender binary starts to beg for some kind of explanation. You can’t just “suspension of disbelief” it aside the same as you can the fact that English is the most popular first language across the Galaxy.

Oh, lookie, it’s one of my favorite things to think about when toying around with postbiological concepts/philosophy. I knew there were even more reasons transhumanism always seemed like such a cool sci-fi trope, from the endless possibilities in imagining the badass super powers, to the worlds of knowledge, and to the absolute social equalization that would all be unlocked in a cybernetic future. Well, that future is already comfortably in the hands of Irk, and whether intentionally or not, it has apparently brought them to the threshold of not just a postorganic, but also a post-gender society too.

A feminine and masculine variation does still exist in the form of small aesthetic differences- voice, antennae shape, pronoun usage, and eyelashes- but is now so far disconnected from the original associated sex roles that the distinction might as well be no more than a cosmetic preference. While “female” irkens are seen much, much more rarely than their counterparts, neither gender is treated differently from the other, and both have been spotted in occupations all the way up to invader elite and the Almighty Tallest.

This is a blending, of course, far beyond the insect-like caste system that itself did survive to the modern day, and that shows some truly impressive progress from what I imagine they were doing before.

Army ants, like all eusocial insects, are matriarchal; as in, where the females run the colony from top to bottom, while the males lead short runs of being mutilated by the workers, mating with the queen, and then dying shortly after.

In this headcannon narrative, it was almost certainly the male-associated gender Irkens who were liberated by the technological jump.

And that’s all sum purdy neat food for thought, huh ! ?

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hey. I absolutely love your stuff. I keep rereading it all. It's wonderful.

I have this idea and it won't go away. So, reader is just casually conversing with their respective batcher. Or just lovingly admiring them from a distance. Anyway, they just randomly say, "you know, I don't like your name. I think you should change it." And when they ask what, reader says "mine", and then just walks away.

I can see Tech or Echo going from hurt to flustered, or Cross from annoyed to smug.

This can be before or after they get together, and bonus points if it leads to some extra fluff or even smut.

Either all batchers, or one of the three above. Also, female or gender neutral please. I wanna know your take on this idea.

You're doing a wonderful job. Keep up the good work! Thank you!

Aloha!

I think I know where this is supposed to be going, I just don't know if this can work with a person that has no last name/surname. But let me see if I can make it work. Would you mind if I pick a One-shot with Tech?

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - I Don't Like Your Name

Fluffy/Flustered Tech

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For a while now you've been watching the guys from Bad Batch, occasionally you've worked with them. One of them in particular has taken your fancy, Tech, the pilot. He is different from the rest, calmer, more intelligent, more introverted.

He has quite an extraordinary mind, and yet he is incredibly oblivious when it comes to flirting. But maybe, you think, he just isn't interested and therefore doesn't respond to the flirting attempts.

It's time to find out.

You see him standing in the hangar working on the Marauder's outer hull. For a while you watch him thoughtfully from a distance, finally you walk up to him and speak to him.

"Hi Tech!"

He looks up from his work in surprise and nods at you.

"Hi. What brings you down here? Does Cid have another job for you that requires collaboration?"

You shake your head and say, "No, I was just passing by, saw you working and thought I'd say hello."

He blinks.

"Nice gesture."

Tech is about to turn back to his work when you tell him, "Somehow I don't like your name."

He pauses for a second, but then continues working and replies without looking at you, "My name suits me, I'm happy with it."

"Doesn't sound like much, though. Just 'Tech'"

He frowns, you can tell he's annoyed, but he remains calm nonetheless.

"What kind of name would be more appropriate, in your opinion?"

"Mine."

Tech turns to you and looks at you critically, "Your name wouldn't suit me."

"Why not?"

"It's a woman's name"

You smirk at him and say as you get ready to move on, "I meant my last name, Tech"

The reaction you get is once again different than you hoped or expected.

His brow is furrowed questioningly as well as critically.

"Clones don't have last names, I can't change my last name because I don't have one."

You stop, sigh, and turn back to him.

"Well, you are a clever fellow my dear, think hard, in what way could you possibly get my last name?"

Tech shakes his head, "Not at all, unless…. Oh."

He blinks several times, as if he needs to reboot his brain. You see his cheeks blush slightly, and a smile appears on your face, he had finally understood. You think.

"You're proposing to me?"

"Exac- wait what…?"

Now it's you who blinks.

Tech says, "Interesting. Even though I'm curious, and a certain attraction factor is very much present, I have too little knowledge of your person to respond appropriately to this proposal. However, I do have a suggestion, a temporary compromise, so to speak."

"Um, oh yeah?"

"Yes. Would you perhaps be interested in going through a get-to-know-you phase before we explore this topic in more detail?"

You feel yourself getting warm and not at all as confident as before.

"You mean dating?", you ask softly.

Tech nods, "That's the general term for it if I'm not mistaken, yes. Are you free tonight?"

Your heart beats up in your throat all at once.

"I-uhm, yes"

Tech smiles, a very beautiful and rare sight.

"Fine. Meet me back here at eight? I'd love to take you out"

"Okay, I'll be here at eight," you say quietly, still not quite able to believe yourself what just happened.

As you walk away again, you feel like you're walking on clouds. Your heart races, your stomach tingles. Tech has taken your cheeky flirting attempt out of your hands and asked you out. You're not sure if that was really a misunderstanding or if he had played you, but either way, you're very happy right now.

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katkit14 · 1 year

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Floyd and Jade with an s/o who likes to shop

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A shopping date with the leech twins! @kazenomegaminowanpisu

Gender natural reader

Established relationship

Poly relationship

Warnings: slight cussing and not proofread.

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The weekend was here and now you could finally relax and let go just a bit. You were sleeping in on this fine Saturday morning because being the ramshackle's perfect is a taxing job with being the headmaster's bitch and the brain cell duo + grims baby sitter.

You were woken by a loud banging at the door, which you very tiredly got out of your bed and answered. Standing there was two figures who loomed over you who you recognized as your boyfriends both dresses causally. "ANGELFISH!" Floyd yelled and threw his hands around you giving you a good squeeze as Jade giggled " I'm sorry, it seems we have caught you at an inconvenient time". Floyd let go and you were able to catch your breath. " Nah it's fine, come on in". You grasped the door while gesturing inside. They walk past you inside and Floyd plops on a sofa that was sitting in front of a huge window. " ah, it looks clean for once" Jade looked around with his smile slightly getting bigger, knowing full well that he helped you clean ramshackle last night. Smiling back you reply "Yeah, thanks for the help by the way. Anyways what brings you here? " "I was bored " Floyd added and Jade pipes in " I was planning on going into town today to see about some supplies for my club. I was wondering if you'd like to come with me and shop around? I heard they put in a new shop where the old dinner was." You nodded as your eyes lit up. " Yes!! Just let me go get dressed!!" You said as you ran upstairs.

" I'm coming to" Floyd said jolting up excited. Jade's smile never weavering " I thought as much."

After what seemed like no time at all you ran downstairs in a nice casual outfit. Perfect for walking around shopping but still still nice. Floyd ran over and wrapped his arms around you once more slightly lifting you as he tightens his grip. "you look so good!!" he says as he gives you a peck on the cheek.

"you do look great,y/n" Jade chimes in. "Are you ready to go?" "yep, Jack will be here soon to babysit grim so let's go before grim wakes up and realizes I'm leaving!" you say as you push out floyds grip and almost run to the door. The twins following behind.

You and the twins make it to the mirror chamber quicker then usual thanks to Floyd just randomly giving a piggyback ride saying " you're going to slow!"

You arrive in town just mere seconds after getting to the mirror chamber and going through. You were once standing in a dark room with purple walls and green fires lighting your way, now standing in a cute village. With cottage-looking shops and restaurants. Cobblestone roads are seemingly never-ending. Carts being pushed by various people full of flowers, fruits, and jewelry. One such cart pushed pushed you not to far away from you and Jade stopped it. " May I ask what the price of these " he asked pointing to a pair of rings you couldn't quite make out the detailing on. " Sure, they're each 5 madols!" a old man said excitedly. Jade looked to be thinking then pulled out his wallet and handed him 5 madols. Receiving the rings in a nice black wooden box. walking a mere 3 feet back to you which seemed to be 3 inches with how quickly he walked it ( long legged motherfuck) . He handed you a box with matching rings. They looked to be beautiful carved out of gold with tiny pearls surrounding it.

As you stare admiring its beauty, Floyd starts to pout. " eh, where's my ring?" " I knew you'd get pouty, so I got you this. " Jade smiles as he holds up a purple octopus plushie. Floyd takes it " I can mess with Azul with this! " he starts to laugh almost evilly. You can't help but sigh almost feeling bad for azul but not fully. Azul allows Floyd to stay, he brought this on himself.

You put the little box in your pocket ( if your outfit has one. If not in Jades pocket) and grab both Jades and Floyds hand. You press forward down the beautiful cobble stone street.

After a little walking taking in the view, you see a beautiful decorated store in your favorite style and favorite scent coming from the open glass doors. The twins break free from your grasp as you all enter the nice store. Clothes, jelrwy and other accessories lined the shelves and racks. A tall lady with bright purple hair put something back on the selves asks " you need help finding something?" Jade urshers her away with " no we are just looking around." she nods and walks back behind the counter. You look around the store grabbing clothes and other items that grab your attention. Your attention turns torwds Floyd when he calls out for you " Angelfish!! Look what I found! Do you think I should get it" Floyd holds up the ugliest shirt you've ever seen. " If you want." you say cringing knowing full well there is no convincing him to put it down ( or burn it).

After a bit Jade and Floyd meet up with you waiting for you to get done. Jade takes your stuff and Floyds. He pays for it and gets it bagged. He then walks back to you and Floyd . He hands all the bags to Floyd who dosn't seem to mind.

You and the twins get to check out stores that fit what all of you like. Almost stopping at every shop, bakery, and cart you now have two bouquets, arms full of bags, and a stomach full of your favorite desserts (or meals if you don't like sweets). You and Floyd patiently wait for Jade outside of a shop full of exotic plants. " You know Angelfish, I love these outings with you and Jade," Floyd says smiling fondly. Jade walks out with four bags you're assuming are mushrooms. Jade smiles and walks to you. " I think this should be our last stop. It's getting late and I believe Headmage will need his wallet back soon. " you sigh already knowing Jade probably blackmailed him once again.

You look up and to your surprise, the sun was already setting. You had so much fun you hadn't realized the time go by. Jade takes some of the bags off your arms and grabs your hand along with Floyd who is now laughing while muttering to himself about the silly string he got four stores ago. You tried to stop him before he could but Jade stopped you with a devilish smirk. You all start to walk back and after ending up once again on Floyd's back while Jade takes your bags you make it back to Night raven college in no time. Coming even quicker to Ramshackle. Floyd puts you down on the porch and Jade hands you your bags. You smile enjoying today. " Thanks, guys, I needed this." you set your many bags beside you and walk up to him and hugged him "I love you" and then turned around and Hugged Floyd repeating yourself. You say your goodbyes. Then go to turn around while picking up your bags and walk into ramshackle. You are suddenly stopped by the twins who both peck your checks from different sides. You turn back around but they're already gone. You laugh to yourself and walk back into ramshackle being greeted by a mad grim yelling at you for not taking him with you. A tired jack grabs him and starts to scold. You laugh and thank jack for helping you and give him the okay to leave. As you see him out the door you think how good today was. " I can't wait for the next date."

#twst grim #twst x reader #twst floyd #twst jade #twst leech twins #twisted wonderland x reader #twistedwonderland #jade leech #ramshackle #floyd leech #floyd x reader #jade x reader #leech twins x reader

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dootiexcupcake · 1 year

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I am having the WORST brain rot of this man rn so plz bare with me WALK WITH ME *gestures like a car salesman*

His &routine video really sealed the deal for me cuz the Pokémon obsession RLY shined through and I loved it. I love that so much

My brain is currently filled with soft and (barely) hard thoughts

Soft thought is just…he seems very huggable and cuddle-able. He is 100% the type to rest his chin on top of your head while he holds you close!

Another soft thought that is eating away at me is the loving looks/glances he gives you throughout the day. *insert scenario of you guys chilling on the couch and you both randomly look at each other and Fuma just gives you the sweetest smile with love filled eyes and your heart just goes: &3&3&2&/&;’beje!!!*

ALSO!! I can see Fuma being pretty straightforward with how he feels so he’ll just say things like “I really wanna kiss you.” Or “I like the way you look in that” etc etc etc. Even before y’all got together he made his feelings towards you VERY clear and tbh…that’s what drew you in (I know it would draw me in 👀)

And now the hard thoughts 💭

Ok so tbh my hard thoughts have been more frequent than the soft ones SUE ME

Fuma definitely squeezes ur thighs when you guys are making out. ESPECIALLY when you’re in his lap.

My boy has a reeeall bad case of wondering hands so don’t be too shocked when it ends up on other parts of your body

Y’all got a make out playlist 😐

Now don’t go imagining being on top of Fuma and his hands slide up from your thighs to your waist and he pulls you in closer! Do NOT think about his big hands cupping the back of your neck. And don’t y’all DARE think about breaking away from the kiss to leave bruises and marks on his pretty neck and you feel his pulse pick up!

Jus don’t do it.

….I love Fuma.

Main m.list | &TEAM m.list

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 1 year

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If you have watched the TV series Daria or MLP (Maud Pie's character, who is not emotional and looks very detached, but her friends and sister can still read her emotions), can we have a reader with the same human character? At least she are sarcastic. How would Baki, Yujiro, Musashi and Oliver feel about such a person?

I don't remember paying much attention to just those TV shows for a long time, but I recognize the characters and I think I have an idea of what you might be asking for. I hope you like it.

Situation: With a sarcastic S/O.

Characters: Baki Hanma, Musashi Miyamoto, Oliva Biscuit and Yujiro Hanma.

Baki Hanma.

He could be slow with sarcasm, but only at first. The more he S/O uses, the more he understands it and can read between the lines of the situation.

He gets to a point where he knows all of his go-to S/O phrases, what they annoyed faces come to mean and what he needs to say to get them to relax.

Baki will be able to turn to his S/O and determine if they is uncomfortable, angry, or just bored. That's how good he is.

Baki doesn't mind that his S/O isn't expressive as long as they're able to communicate with him. If they decide to do it through sarcasm and comments with a certain pessimistic charge, then that's fine for him.

He sometimes worries about his S/O, he knows it's easy to misunderstand his partner; by what they says or by the gestures they makes, so he tries to be by they side most of the time.

Musashi Miyamoto.

I feel like it would be confusing for him, his S/O's satirical speeches sound bites and he doesn't understand why they are that way, however he doesn't do much to understand.

He likes the S/O's sharp way of speaking and expressing themselves. He doesn't question it because he still enjoys it.

He doesn't talk much and occasionally stands by just watching it all, letting his S/O be how they want to be; he reacts violently if anyone has a problem with his S/O way of being, as well.

He may not really get what's behind the façade of his partner, but he understands that there's more to it. Feelings that are not projected directly, he knows they are there, but he doesn't know exactly what they are.

He will simply stay by his side and keep them company, maybe it will help to accompany them when necessary. Let his S/O be as they wish to be, he will be there for them.

Oliva Biscuit.

He will take all his S/O has to give; love, hate, affection, selflessness, whatever is fine with him as long as he has to do with his beloved.

He's no stranger to sarcasm, he gets it and it clicks almost instantly, his brain works so fast when it comes to his love, so he'll know what's going on in the moment.

His life goal is for his S/O to have the most fulfilling and happy days that he can give them, so he will do whatever it takes to make them happy.

If their behavior only masks something else, Oliva will already know and act around said thing, he wants to make them happy.

A moment of silence, time away from crowds, something to entertain themselves with, some gift, whatever can best his S/O mood will be at his disposal.

Yujiro Hanma.

He's as comfortable with this as a fish in water. Yujiro can clearly see people's illnesses/illnesses, it's a child's game to decipher his S/O.

He doesn't bother it most of the time, in fact, he likes it most of the time. That condescending and dismissive tone suits his partner perfectly.

What if you make cruel gestures or roll your eyes? He's enjoying it too much, you're just randomly talking and commenting, but he seems to be having fun listening to you.

And if you do it with him? It's like you dare him! He loves it, even though he knows what you mean he will take it as an invitation to be wild.

He likes to see how far you'll go before you decide to let him be, it's the best of his day. He is a nuisance.

Versión en español.

Baki Hanma.

Él podría ser algo lento con el sarcasmo, pero solo al inicio. Mientras más lo usa su S/O, más lo entiende y puede leer entre líneas la situación.

Llega a un punto en que sabe todas las frases recurrentes de su S/O, lo que sus caras de fastidio llegan a significar y el que debe decir para que se relaje.

Baki podrá voltear hacia su S/O y determinar si esta incómoda, enojada o solo aburrida. Así de bueno es.

A Baki no le molesta que su S/O no sea expresiva, siempre y cuando sea capaz de comunicarse con él. Si decide hacerlo por medio del sarcasmo y comentarios con cierta carga pesimista, pues está bien para él.

A veces se preocupa por su S/O, sabe que es fácil malinterpretar a su pareja; por lo que diga o por los gestos que haga, por lo que procura estar a su lado la mayor parte del tiempo.

Musashi Miyamoto.

Siento que es sería confuso para él, los discursos satíricos de su S/O suenan mordaces y no entiendo por qué es de esa forma, sin embargo, no hace mucho para entender.

Le gusta la aguda forma de hablar y expresarse de su S/O. No lo cuestiona porque igual lo disfruta.

No habla mucho y ocasionalmente se queda al margen simplemente observándolo todo, dejando a su S/O ser como quiere ser; reacciona violentamente si alguien tiene algún problema con la forma de ser de su S/O, además.

Puede que no capte realmente lo que hay detrás de la fachada de su pareja, pero entiende que hay algo más. Sentimientos que no se proyectan directamente, sabe que están ahí, pero no sabe cuáles son con exactitud.

Simplemente se quedará a su lado y le hará compañía, quizá sirva de algo acompañarle cuando sea necesario. Que su S/O sea como desee ser, él estará ahí para ellos.

Oliva Biscuit.

Él tomará todo lo que su S/O tenga para dar; amor, odio, cariño, desinterés, lo que sea esta bien para él siempre y cuando tenga que ver con su amada.

No es ajeno al sarcasmo, lo comprende y hace "clic" casi al instante, su cerebro trabaja tan rápido cuando se trata de su amor, por lo que sabrá que sucede en el momento.

Su objetivo de vida es que su S/O tenga los días más satisfactorios y felices que puede darle, por lo que hará lo que sea para contentarle.

Si su comportamiento solo enmascara alguna otra cosa, Oliva ya lo sabrá y actuara al rededor de dicha cosa, quiere hacerles feliz.

Un momento de silencio, tiempo lejos de multitudes, algo con lo que entretenerse, algún regalo, lo que sea que pueda mejor el humor de su S/O estará a su disposición.

Yujiro Hanma.

Está tan cómodo con esto como pez en el agua. Yujiro puede ver con claridad las enfermedades/padecimientos de las personas, le resulta un juego para niños descifrar a su S/O.

No le molesta la mayor parte del tiempo, de hecho, le gusta la mayor parte del tiempo. Ese tono condescendiente y despectivo le queda perfecto a su compañero.

¿Y si haces gestos crueles o pones los ojos en blanco? Lo está disfrutando demasiado, solo estás hablando y comentando al azar, pero él parece estarse divirtiendo al escucharte.

¿Y si lo haces con él? ¡Es como si lo desafiaras! Le encanta, aunque sabe lo que quieres decir lo tomara como una invitación para ser salvaje.

Le gusta ver hasta donde llegaras antes de que decidas dejarlo ser, es lo mejor de su día. Es un fastidioso.

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majesty-madness · 1 year

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A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 1900+

Warnings: Modern times, scared & angry Bucky, Post-Serum Steve, cursing, mentions of HYDRA, bad explanation of science, Steve's optimism (because why not)

a/n: Not proofread.

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Chapter Four

What was going to happen now? How would this all play out?

Bucky obsessed over those questions even as they were heading home on the quinjet.

The entire way back to the compound, the super soldier couldn’t bring himself to sit or relax. He simply stood, staring off into space as he got lost inside his own head.

First and foremost, he was scared; scared because Y/N disappeared and he had no idea where she could be.

And second, he was confused.

He knew what he saw, but he didn’t know if his brain could wrap around what he’d seen. One moment, Sam and him were fighting HYDRA agents then suddenly Tony had appeared before them through this glowing blue and orange hole that came into being from the air.

Where did it come from? What was it?

And why had Y/N disappeared when she chased Tallis?

So many questions with very few answers.

Tony had established, before they left the hideout, that there were security cameras all over the place and that he would extract all the footage stored in the cameras from that day, and they would look over the videos together.

They could not get to the compound fast enough. When they had gotten back, Bucky practically sprinted off the ship and into one of the conference rooms.

He didn’t care to hide how on edge he felt for his mind was on one person and one person only, everything else fell short on the list of priorities.

The rest of them came strolling inside the conference room, Tony immediately stepping out of his suit and ordering FRIDAY to upload all the camera footage and play it back.

“Play all video from the compound from each of our locations.” Tony said, the a.i. doing so before he finished talking.

Several holographic screens appeared in front of the team, starting each video at the same time stamp, down to the second.

For the first several minutes, it showed everyone in their own section of the building fighting off HYDRA until eventually the screen showed Tony magically appearing in Bucky and Sam’s sector of the structure.

“What happened?” Steve asked out loud, gesturing to that same screen.

Sam stepped forward. “Bucky and I had been in the middle of fighting when Tony showed up.”

“Randomly appeared, is more like it.” Tony chirped in.

“So Tallis teleported Tony to a different location?” Natasha asked, knowing the answer already.

Steve nodded, eyes still focused on the screens. “It would seem so.”

Then they went silent, continuing to watch the footage, and not too long after seeing Tony drop in on Bucky and Sam’s location out of nowhere, they saw something strange.

“Wait, rewind it…” Steve told FRIDAY, and she proficiently did so. Her processors rewinding the video to the point in which Y/N disappeared.

At full speed, Y/N ran down a hallway then quickly turned a corner, sprinting through some blue-orange hole formed in the air and didn’t come out the other side when it vanished.

“What the hell…” Natasha muttered out.

“What is that?” Sam asked out loud now.

Bucky took an unsteady step toward the holographic screen, watching FRIDAY loop the point from when Y/N ran the hallway to after she was gone.

His hardened gaze searching for some logic behind the mystery of what he was looking out.

FRIDAY took the liberty of rewinding and slowing down the speed of the video. Frame by frame they watched again as Y/N jumped through a portal after Tallis and they both were gone.

“So they both disappeared? Where the hell would they have gone?” Natasha asked, scanning over the room of individuals.

Steve had his arms crossed over his chest, head dipped down from the screens. “The reports mentioned how the victims would describe a series of events like this; one moment they’d be in one place and then would be somewhere else, somewhere they didn’t recognize.”

“Like transporting? He can transport now?” Sam added sarcastically.

“When FRIDAY scanned the building, she tracked a quantum type signature; one that warped the atoms or more specifically bent the atoms of our time.” Tony began to explain, gesturing in the air to FRIDAY even though she had no physical body.

“You mean he can travel through time?” Steve vehemently asked.

Sam scoffed, “Great, going full on Back to the Future up in here.”

“Well an argument can be made for Quantum Leap.” Tony quipped.

“Alright, guys..” Steve interjected before the two could continue their banter. Then he turned to Tony. “Is there any way you can track it?”

Tony got quiet.

Steve raised a brow at the man, expression worried. “Tony.”

The scientist shook his head, “Look, I can track the energy signatures here, I mean that’s easy but there’s no tangible way to track Tallis or Y/N without knowing where they ended up.”

“But they could’ve ended up anywhere.” Natasha pointed out, causing Tony to look her way.

She could then see the remorse in his eyes.

“So that means-“ Sam began but Bucky interrupted him.

“We can’t find Y/N.”

Tony only sighed as his answer while Steve shook his head exasperated.

None of the other Avengers dared spare the super soldier another look, afraid their sympathetic gaze might set him off. It was already easy to tell how much tension was radiating off his body, waiting to break like a compressed spring. Nothing any of them had to say was going to help him feel better.

In a frustrated stupor, Bucky stormed out of the room, legs carrying him out on the nearest balcony.

The wind felt crisp against his skin, the oncoming sensation of rain coming coupled with the dark gray clouds flooding the sky.

His flesh and metal hands gripped the railing with crushing weight, barely listening to the way the metal crinkled under his touch.

Bucky leaned forward, resting his body against the hands that gripped the railing while his thoughts raced back through all that happened that the last several hours even to the events of the morning.

Him lying in bed with Y/N, kissing her good morning, reassuring her inside the quinjet, the panic rushing through him when he lost contact with her, the dread whirling inside realizing she was gone.

He recalled the conversation they’d had early that morning.

“...raiding places like this makes me think for a moment that I'm walking into a trap and suddenly I’ll be strapped down to that chair again.”

“I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“I know you wouldn’t but that’s what scares me sometimes; knowing that if anything were to happen to me, you’d fight with every part of you to come find me.”

“Because I love you, and I know you’d do the same for me.”

“You’re damn right I would.”

Goddamn it.

He promised that no matter what he’d whatever it took to keep her safe, and he couldn’t even do that.

Y/N managed to travel through time in some glowing portal that some random HYDRA agent was able to pull off, and she could have been sent to the dark ages for all he knew; being burned at the stake just for being a stranger.

The metal railing crushes ever more under his superhuman strength until the framing shattered the glass that made up the wall of the balcony.

Bucky backtracked a few steps as he observed the amount of glass that broke, and cracked under his combat boots; his reflection staring back at him from the ground.

Fear. Fear is about the best word he could use to describe himself right now. Despite the frustration that fell over him, fear was the real center of it. And again his eyes found the darkened sky, thoughts racing every which way; trying desperately to find some shred of hope that things would be okay.

Y/N will be home in a matter of days, and then he’ll get to hold her in his arms, tell how much he loved her, how much she changed his life for the better. However, the uncertainty of the situation caused a deep rooted doubt to claw inside his chest.

“Y/N…” He nearly pleaded.

Where was she?

“Buck..” A familiar voice said from behind him. The name caused Bucky to go completely still, his natural walls coming up to keep him from being vulnerable. Though he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep up the act in front of Steve of all people.

“What, Steve?”

Steve took a second pause then said, “Tony says that even though he can’t track Tallis, he’s having FRIDAY download every newspaper, article, magazine, photo, to find some kind of reference to Y/N. Seeing as how she ended up lost in time, we should be able to find something.”

Bucky whipped around to face his friend, brows pinched in irritation. “And what if we don’t? What are we supposed to do then?!”

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out! We always do.” Steve quickly retorted back, no sign of annoyance towards Bucky’s attitude. He understood well how worried Bucky felt right now, and Steve would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared for her too.

He began to stare Steve down, watching his expression remain undeterred by his concern as the seconds ticked by. And then Bucky’s own face morphed into one of exhaustion.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Buck. I understand.”

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just wish it had been me instead of her.”

Finally, Steve walked forward, eventually ending up at the railing beside Bucky. “And if it had been you then Y/N would be right here thinking the exact same things as you.”

The brunette didn’t respond, remaining quiet as he felt Steve had more to say. That was proven right when Steve spoke again.

“But she’d trust that she could bring you back, so don’t give up hope, Buck, because if you do then she has no one to help her.”

Bucky shook his head, silently scolding himself for being so pessimistic. Though he knew it was just how he was after all those years under HYDRA’s thumb.

“I know; of course I know that.” Was all he uttered, voice trailing off at the end.

Then he felt the heavy, but comforting weight of Steve’s hand on his shoulder. “The important thing is that we keep looking for a way to get her back, we’re all worried and we’re all willing to do whatever it takes to bring her home. Remember you’re not alone anymore.”

Bucky took a moment to collect himself, the eased feeling of humor making its way to his brain. “How do you know just what to say? It’s like you’re some constantly revolving optimistic speech machine; saying exactly what someone needs to hear.”

That time Steve laughed, retracting his hand. “Force of habit I guess.”

Bucky let himself smile fondly as he recalled way back when Steve was a small kid who didn’t know any better and yet could still talk from the heart. Steve had always been good with words in a way that made Bucky wish he could be like that.

The two friends remained silent for a moment, basking in the silence that was more or less comforting even if the lingering fear hovered over them.

“So what do you say, ready to go find Y/N?” Steve asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

Bucky smirked at his friend’s giddy optimism. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

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'' you were literally all over me. not that i mind. '' for the ronance kiss prompt !!

"You were literally all over me, Nance!" Robin knocked her elbow into Nancy's side, smug and leaning like some criminal. "Not that I minded."

"Oh be quiet, Buckley." Nancy rolled her eyes, catching Robin's on the turn. They were bluer than last night, she noted, perhaps dipped in the silky mirth of drunk memories. Nancy wanted to pluck out those irises and rub them clean of it.

Nancy did not know what to make of this Robin. This Robin who teased like complacent teen boy, yet without the grimy arrogance. It was confidence, freshly unlocked by yesterday night's party at the Wheeler's abode where the eldest of the Wheeler siblings, Nancy, had seemingly been 'all over' Robin Buckley. This, do mind, very much embarrassed Nancy to a nub of red cheeks and fussy thoughts.

Why, thought Nancy. Why did I let myself drink so much...

Robin ambled on, flinging her gestures wildly as she spoke with the chest of a plump peach, like reciting a poem of powerful love when in reality she was recalling the events that unfolded at the party. But despite how desperately Nancy wished to discard the memories entirely, she found that it was a necessity to clear up one of the more persistent fussy thoughts that lingered on the outskirts of her mind.

"Robin?" Nancy took Robin by the elbow and dragged her down the alley between a barber shop and a jewelry store. It was wet, muggy, and overall suffocating, yet the sight of a red-nosed Robin, all bitten pink by the chilly weather, was what stole the breath from Nancy's lungs.

"Hm?" croaked Robin, her hands suddenly restless as they picked randomly at her clothes. Nancy stared for a second, then sighed, a cloud of mist parting from her lips. Robin did the same, too, and their breaths mingled like the pockets of air.

Nancy paused, then said, "Did we... Did we do anything last night? You know, together?"

Robin cocked her head, brows reaching for each other, her brain calibrating what she meant. It came to her after a moment, then she shot back, her head a canon ball, and almost smashed her skull on the bricks behind her.

Before Nancy could pester, Robin tossed her hands up in front of her. "No!" she stuttered, shaking her head. "We did nothing. You were just a bit touchy, that's all—and please stop apologizing for it. It's fine! I wasn't uncomfortable. I'm just exaggerating here, you know."

Robin put her hands on Nancy's shoulders and locked with Nancy's pearly blues. "I would never let anything happen between us when you're drunk, Nance. Got that?"

"I didn't mean it like that—"

"I know, but just to be sure, okay?" Robin took her arms back and tucked them under her armpits to soak in some warmth. Nancy, perhaps having stolen the confidence right from the palms of Robin, took a step into Robin's zone.

"And now that I'm not drunk?" she asked softly, staring up through her lashes.

Robin paused again. "What?"

"Now that I'm not—"

"I heard." Robin set a delicate, now warm hand on Nancy's cheek, the other on the slope of her neck. "Do you mean that, Wheeler?" Her voice dropped to a husk, scraping on her mouth and caressing Nancy's ears like a shiver.

"You have to prove to me that I mean it, Buckley." She trapped a pretty pink lip under her teeth, but had to release it when Robin practically dived into dark waters with Nancy's mouth as a lifesaver.

It was a terribly grin-full kiss. Two pairs of angel wings melding together with putty feathers, shielded by the shadows of back alleys and dull, flickering dead lights of the posts above. Robin's hands suddenly forged from the flames of a morning sun; Nancy's fingers of melting honey on the girl's neck, drawing her in to merge like puzzle pieces.

They drew apart after a millennia, and both uttered wistfully, "Woah."

Thanks for the prompt, Rj! I hope I didn't disappoint, 'cause I fr can't tell if this is any good 😭

Ignore any typos you might find. I didn't proofread.

#ronance #listen #i'm screaming #did I like. completely miss the prompt. cause I feel like i did.#anyway #i hope this was enjoyed nonetheless 😭#heron's writing #efbirb

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starlightkun · 11 months

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romance is dead ❧ teaser [kun]

❧ teaser word count: 861

❧ warnings: just some cursing for the teaser!

❧ genre: fluff, modern magical creatures au, fantasy au, college au, vampire kun, human reader, ft. various other magical weishens, “uh-oh one of us drank a love potion” trope but with a twist, same universe as strawberry sunday

❧ extra info: this work is set in the same universe as strawberry sunday but can be read as a standalone! there is no continuing plotline between fics in this universe, they simply take place in the same world/magic system and may have overlapping characters (neos may pop up in more than one work!)

❧ estimated release: saturday, july 8, 2023 2:00 p.m. eastern time

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It was dark out when you eventually left Kunhang’s apartment, the review guide completed, and your brain just a little fried from all that math. With your backpack slung over your shoulder, and keys in hand, you took off down the sidewalk for the short walk back to your own home.

“Y/N.” A voice suddenly saying your name from right beside you made you jump out of your skin.

“Oh, shit!” You exclaimed, clutching a hand to your chest. When you whipped around to see that it belonged to a familiar face, you took a deep breath before greeting him. “Uh, hi, Kun.”

He remained quiet.

You kept talking, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder to calm yourself down, “Sorry about all that back in Kunhang and Yangyang’s apartment, by the way. I know it was stupid of me to drink something in a witch’s fridge that tasted off. That part was on me.”

“Are you walking home?” He questioned, focus rather intense on you.

“Yeah, my apartment isn’t far.” You gestured in the vague direction of it.

A deep frown etched itself into his features, “By yourself? It’s rather late.”

“I know! What if another vampire sneaks up on me?” You gasped teasingly.

“Will you let me walk you home? Please?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh, uh, sure. Thanks.”

The two of you walked side by side in silence. You shifted your bookbag from one shoulder to the other when your muscles got tired.

“Is that heavy?” Kun asked.

“I mean, kind of? My laptop’s in there, and a couple notebooks; Kunhang and I were doing this review packet for a Calc test,” you explained.

“I can carry it for you.” He held a hand out expectantly.

“Oh, you really don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Uhm… okay.” You pulled the bag off your shoulder and handed it to him by the strap. Honestly, you wouldn’t be too terribly surprised if he ran off with it. Him robbing you seemed about as likely as him randomly offering to walk you home and carry your bag for you.

Kun effortlessly slipped the bookbag on. It looked out of place against his slacks and dress shirt/sweater combo, especially with your multiple cute character keychains that you had attached to the zipper.

He dutifully carried it all the way to your front door for you, where you gratefully took it back. You were very excited for tonight to be over. Between studying, the potion debacle, and now this incredibly awkward interaction, diving headfirst into your bed sounded like exactly what you needed.

“Thank you, Kun, I’m just going to—” You cut yourself off when you were finally able to see his face clearly in the security light outside your apartment door. His crimson irises were nearly gone, entirely swallowed by inky pupils, and he was pulling at his shirt almost as if he were fanning himself to cool down. “Oh my god, Kun, are you okay? Your pupils are… blown. I’d check your temperature, but I don’t think vampires can run a fever, can you?”

“I… I’m…” He didn’t even finish his sentence, biting down on his bottom lip, and holding up a finger in a gesture for you to wait a moment.

You didn’t know too much about vampires, nor whatever ailments they could possibly get afflicted with, but you did know somebody who probably would. Bringing your phone out from your pocket, you started flicking through your contacts list, “I feel like I should call Renjun. He’s a Magical Creatures Studies major. Uhm, he was able to figure out why Dejun stopped producing fire for a weird two weeks last year. He might be able to help. Here, let me—”

“No, I’m fine. I know what it is.”

“Oh. That’s good. What is it? Is there anything I can do?”

Kun straightened back up, hand going to smooth out the wrinkles in his sweater that he’d caused by pulling it at. “I believe Yangyang’s love potion was successful in a way he did not intend.”

“Kun, seriously, I don’t feel any—”

“I do.” He cut you off sternly, focusing his darkened eyes on yours.

“You…” You breathed out, eyes widening.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I apologize.” He bowed his head. “I tried to control it as best as I could. But yes, I suddenly started experiencing extremely strong romantic feelings for you earlier tonight.”

“O-Oh.”

“I should go, I’ve seen you home safely.”

“Right, uhm, goodnight, Kun,” you nodded to him, too stunned to say much else.

You clenched your jaw not to make a noise of surprise when he picked up one of your hands with his much colder one. He bent over nearly ninety degrees to press a feather-light to the back of your hand. If you had a free hand, you would’ve pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming yourself into a rom-com right now.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he gently let go of your hand before taking a step back from you.

After fumbling to unlock your door, you practically ran inside. Oh, you were going to kill Yangyang.

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