#you'd think they'd stop him the third time at least...

[seonghwaddict]

★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 002 ] the pinkette.

synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au.

chapter warnings. innuendos if you squint, wooyoung is still a bit annoying but it's ok because it's wooyoung. word count. 1.9k

　　　　　　　　chapter i // chapter ii // chapter iii

The car ride to wherever Wooyoung and his seven friends lived felt a lot longer than it actually was. He talked the entire way there and if you weren't so polite—ignoring the fact you cursed him out multiple times already—you would have put on you headphones to drown him out.

Most of what he said was not worth replying to, but sometimes you caught yourself having actual conversations with him. The way he could talk to anyone without previously interacting with them surprised you a bit. And if you weren't so stubborn, you would have admitted it was a bit admirable, a skill you never really mastered.

On the bright side, you think, at least he let you take care of the music. He hadn't heard more than half the songs on your playlist and you felt it was your duty to introduce him to the most life-changing songs you've ever listened to. Sometimes he'd ask you something about a song, and you'd accidentally ramble on and on about anything related to it; the composition, the lyricism, the artist.

When you did that, he'd stare at you for however long he could any chance he got. He enjoyed listening to you talk, your voice soothing and free of any innuendos he'd normally receive when talking to anyone from campus. Your eyes practically glistened when he asked about a particular song that played (one titled "Reflections" if he remembered correctly) before you went off on another tangent about how the song makes you feel, arms and hands flailing around to emphasise your points.

At that point, he promised himself he would not get you to talk about music around Hongjoong, in fear that he'd never see you again. The musical composition major would probably propose to you on the spot.

"Oh! And also, the way they used–" You abruptly cut yourself off, looking down to pick at the cuticle of your thumb, confidence gone in the blink of an eye. "I– uh– Sorry. I'm rambling again."

Wooyoung slowed down before completely stopping at a red light. As soon as those words left your mouth, he shook his head in objection. "Don't be sorry. I like listening to you."

You looked up at him and upon finding no trace of deception or false reassurance on his stunning face, you nodded, dropping your hands in your lap. The man next to you felt an urge to grab ahold of one of them, but he knew you'd throw him out of his own car.

The tenseness in the air didn't last much longer as you noticed Wooyoung pull into a driveway leading up to the grandest mansion you'd ever seen. There seemed to be two floors, probably a third in the basement, and the walls were painted a clean white. The design of the house was quite modern, utilising geometric shapes and large, clear windows.

The lawn was neatly trimmed and the grass healthy. There wasn't much to see out front, but you assumed they'd prefer to use the privacy of a garden in the back.

At the sight of the residence, your jaw just about dropped and you whipped your head to the left, staring at the brown-eyed boy.

"This is where you live?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, but the smug smile stretched across his face told you everything you needed to know.

"Are you guys part of the mafia or something?"

He choked at that question, quickly denying it, but you only sighed in disappointment.

"That's too bad, maybe I'd have found you a bit cooler."

"Hey!" He pouted. "I'm very cool."

You tilted your head, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting ready to leave the car. "Hmm... I don't really think so..."

"Plenty of other people do." Wooyung got out of the car with you, still pouting at you over the roof of the vehicle as he moved to the trunk to pull out your bag. "You ought to as well."

"I don't know, Woo. I'm not really one to care what others think." You pouted back at him mockingly before your expression became confused. Upon your words, his pout turned into another mischievous grin. "What?"

"You just called me Woo," he sang playfully as he led you to the entrance. "Are we on nickname basis now?"

"What are you talking about? I clearly said Wooyoung."

He narrowed his eyes at you, shrugged, and then turned away from you to unlock the front door. "Either way, I like it when pretty girls say my name." And with that he entered the house and left you standing there, staring with wide eyes and blushing cheeks.

After you finally pulled yourself together and reminded yourself you didn't like him at all, you stepped inside. As you kicked off your shoes, your project partner instructed you to wait for a second while he informed whoever was home that they had company. You obliged, not wanting to see anything that would haunt you. What would that be? You didn't have an answer for yourself, but you'd rather not find yourself walking into the living room and seeing a half naked man.

As Wooyoung rounded the corner again, you had gotten up from where he put your bag, getting ready to follow him wherever he wanted to work with your sketchbook in hand.

"You're in luck, most of them are out and Seonghwa-hyung is almost done cooking." He led you to what you assumed must be the kitchen. "We can eat first and then start working."

You held back a gasp, but couldn't stop the amazed look on your face as you took in your surroundings. You shouldn't have been so surprised considering the fucking hallway was pretty, but the kitchen was absolutely divine.

It also took on a modern style, sleek white cabinets and counters surrounding the space. In the middle of the room was a kitchen island with a matching white marble surface, one side occupied by a large sink and the other with five barstools. But, most of all, it was so clean.

Not that you expected a house where eight men live together to be dirty and a mess, but you also kind of did. Yes, you were aware that they were all rich and could probably afford you and your entire bloodline, including a cleaner, but that thought never really crossed your mind.

As you continued observing the kitchen, your eyes landed on a man on the other side of the island, leaning against a counter with his arms crossed, watching you. His eyes scanned your body, assessing you before he lifted a hand and ran it through his pastel pink hair. Seemingly satisfied—though you're not sure of what—he nodded and smiled at you.

Wooyoung briefly introduced you to each other, though you already knew perfectly well who this was, and you weren't exactly happy to be in the same room as him. But, for obvious reasons, being rude to your project partner's best friend was not a very good first impression. And as much as you didn't really care about first impressions, you knew—and dreaded—that you'd had to come over quite often for this project.

A look of realisation crossed Seonghwa's features, his round eyes lighting up. "Ah, I know where I've seen you. You also take linguistics, right?"

You nodded to confirm that. He usually sat all the way in the back, though your professor encouraged him to move up front since he was such a good student. He always kind of intimidated you, but seeing him now, in sweatpants and a large sweater, hair blow-dried and fluffy; you wonder why you would ever think he's scary. Nevertheless, he's just like the others.

Wooyoung tilted his head in confusion and turned from where he sat at the counter to look at you. "I thought you're an art major?"

"I am," you took a seat next to him, leaving one barstool of space between you. "I'm double majoring in art and linguistics."

The man you answered hummed and turned to his older friend. "What are you making?"

"I didn't know we'd have a guest, so it's just bulgogi with rice noodles." He turned to address you, "Hope you don't mind."

"Oh, not at all! I could eat anything right now." Neither of the boys missed the way your eyes lit up at the mention of food.

The three of you continued to converse as Seonghwa prepared three plates for you to eat. He fished out some utensils from a drawer and set them in front of you, then him and Wooyoung.

"Oh, YN," Wooyoung said, sounding as if he suddenly remembered something, getting up and grabbing some cups from a cupboard. "Grab some drinks from the fridge, there should be plenty of options so choose whatever you want."

But as you moved to the fridge, Seonghwa quickly blocked your path with a slightly nervous sounding laugh. "No, that won't be needed!"

You tilted your head and blinked at him and Wooyoung could hear the way the elder's heart skipped a beat. Another nervous chuckle escaped his mouth before he explained, "We ran out of drinks yesterday, follow me to the pantry and I'll show you what options we do have."

"Uhhhh... okay...?" Though still confused and slightly suspicious of the way he was acting, you followed him to the other side of the kitchen. You thanked him as he held the door to the pantry open to you, but completely missed the chilling glare he sent Wooyoung.

Fourty-five minutes later, the three of you had finished eating. You offered to help wash the dishes, but the pinkette immediately shut you down and sent you and Wooyoung to work in the living room.

"Thank you for the food, it was really delicious. If I could cook, I'd ask you for the recipe." You smiled at him, placing yours and Wooyoung's plates next to the sink.

"Well," he started, bracing one hand on the cupboard next to you and leaning in slightly. "I could always teach you, if you'd like." His eyes briefly moved from yours to the area slightly below before he resumed eye contact.

And there it is. That's a shame. You thought you had misjudged him, but you supposed you were wrong.

At your expression, he burst out laughing (it was a very pretty, melodic laugh), standing up straight again and putting some distance between the two of you.

Maybe you weren't wrong...? At this point, you didn't know what to think of the man in front of you.

"I'm just kidding, Wooyoung already told me about your... feelings towards us. I just felt like messing with you a bit" He trailed off, smile stretching a bit further to reveal his perfect white teeth. "You're kind of cute when you're flustered, though."

Now that he mentioned it, you could feel the warmth on your face. As the realisation showed itself on your face, he laughed once more and rested his hand on your shoulder. He turned you and led you towards the living area, where you could already see Wooyoung making himself comfortable on the couch.

"I'll leave you guys to do your work now. I might join you once I finished cleaning, but I have a paper due tomorrow morning so don't wait for me."

"Hyung, you're not part of our project, why would we wait for you?" Wooyoung raised one of his disgustingly symmetrical brows.

With a shrug, he answered, "To balance out your annoyingness."

He didn't stick around to hear Wooyoung's whiny complaints, instead turning back to the kitchen with a loud laugh. The brunette rolled his eyes and patted the spot on the couch next to him.

"Now," he said once you sat, albeit with so much space between you three people could fit comfortably, "Where do we start?"

　　[ lilo's notes ... ] woohoo the next chapter!! i think i'll make the upload schedule fridays, so expect new chapters then. what do we think of the story so far? i'm so happy about all the positive comments i've been getting, thank you guys so much. whoever though seonghwa would be the one she'd like, is wrong... so any other guesses? i have a few ideas on what to do for that project, and i think it'll actually be quite cool. so please look forward to that ^^

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#★ NEVER SAY NEVER — seonghwaddict #ateez #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #vampire au #college au #fluff #eventual smut

[yanderu-deredere]

chew.

★ you get really drunk but that's okay! despite these strangers being a bunch of guys you just randomly met, you trust them! they'd never do anything to you! at least, nothing you don't want!

a/n: was gunna work on the third part of the slasher yanderes but actually the werewolf yanderes did so well that i wrote this dirty rag i pass off as smut instead also lowkey one of my fav yandere blogs followed me becos of the werewolf fic sooo i have to write this LOL

important: for everyone that read the first part, i HEAVILY added some stuff so please re-read that before coming over here and reading this so it makes sense

also also this is the smut scene and theyre all men so please don't be gross in the notes or in my inbox about like butt stuff cus like they're men and they have butts idk what to tell you. one of the warnings is heavy ass play.

and please don't report my post becos that's literally so petty and rude and uncalled for, especially since it's properly tagged and censored (is that the right word? you know what i mean)

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (here) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 3589

general warning: reader is cheating, bottom reader has male parts and pronouns, reader is implied to be attracted to both genders, reader is definitely under the influence of alcohol, yanderes may be under the influence of the moon? real wildt, biphobia becos leonard assumed reader is straight, polyam ending (all three with reader)

sexual warnings: very dubious consent, descriptive ass play, leonard is a power bottom, one hard spank, reader is fucked and gets fucked, voyeurism because mel watches a little

You felt yourself start to get sleepy. It only made sense, after all. Your stomach was full, you had your fill of alcohol and, now, you had a great time with your new friends.

Before you could drift off, though, a scene in the movie the four of you decided on caught your eye.

It was some angsty romance about a girl who moved to a new town and was caught between choosing two werewolves or a vampire as a lover. You had heard of it but never really watched it.

You think it was because your girlfriend trashed it all the time?

Shows what she knew since you ended up really enjoying it. The cinematography was great, the actors and actresses were all great and the plot was typical for the genre but still interesting.

What you hadn't expected was that it just had full blown porn as one of the scenes.

You watched as one of the werewolves pushed the girl into the male locker room? Felt illegal but you stored that in the back of your mind. The other werewolf was already in there and caught her.

They sandwiched her in between the two of them and started making out, their hands hurriedly stripping her clothes as she watched them swap spit.

You couldn't help it. There was something about the, emmm, artistic filming of the two rugged men kissing that had your cock twitching in your pants.

With wide eyes, you continued to watch them strip her and start fucking her in the middle of the male locker rooms. Something about marking her as theirs or something? Making her their mate? Covering her in their scent?

This was so wild and what was even more wild was that your cock was steadily getting harder as you continued to observe them basically make a meal out of her body and impale her on their cocks.

You felt a breath against your ear "What, you like?"

You pretty much jumped in your seat, your hand clapping over your ear as you snapped to look at Leonard who smirked wolfishly at you, chuckling at your probably scared expression.

You just scoffed at him, pushing him away "I may have a girlfriend but I'm not blind."

My cock isn't either. You wanted to add. You'd never denied your attraction to men and women. Just because you were with a woman didn't stop you from ogling at men.

"Wait, really." Leonard was leaning against you again, trying to peer at your face to see if you were being serious "I thought you were just one of those poser straight guys that flirted platonically but would go 'Ohh, but like, I'm not gay or anything' and deny it."

You were really offended by his insinuation but decided to give him the benefit of your doubt "It's whatever. I'm attracted to both men and women."

You expected him to leave it at that but, suddenly, he smirked even more, looking quite pleased with himself "Oh, really?"

Then, he took you by the wrist and pressed it to his dick. You could feel it, even over his jogging pants, how hard and stiff and big it was.

He leaned forward, lips ghosting your ears "You know you made it like this."

"M-Me?" Your fingers twitched, unsure whether you wanted to pull your hand away or tease him through his clothes.

You felt his hips jolt up desperately to meet your palm and you looked down to see him tenting. Just seeing how hard he was and feeling it were two different things.

Seeing it and feeling it made it feel more real, made it feel like you should do something about it.

Distantly, you heard Mel say Leonard's name in a warning tone but you were simply too focused on the fact that you gave such a beautiful man like Leonard such an obvious hardon.

Then, Leonard was suddenly growling like an animal and pushing your hand away. You felt both relieved and disappointed, thinking that was that. Maybe Mel didn't want him doing anything?

You were dead wrong. Instead, Leonard was taking off his shirt and kicking off both his pants and his briefs.

"Gods, I've been waiting for your dumb fucking ass to make a move and fuck me all night." Leonard huffed, rolling his pretty blue eyes. "You're just as oblivious as you are gorgeous."

Another distant warning tone from Mel that you would've listened to but you just couldn't find any space in your brain to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as Leonard undressed.

You would take a few more moments to observe how handsome he looked without his glasses if it weren't for the fact that his cock, all pale and pink and girthy, curving up to his belly button, took all your attention.

"Hey, eyes up here, moron." Leonard tried again before kneeling in front of you and, finally, just taking your face into his hands and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

It was absolutely filthy. His mouth was open, tongue practically fucking your mouth and coaxing your tongue to play, like he was trying to eat you alive or something.

It made you feel so light-headed, like you just couldn't think.

No thoughts passed through your head. You kissed him back. Your brain was empty. He pressed forward and your back bowed, trying to accommodate his body as you guys made out, chest to chest, his cock pressed against your clothed torso.

You could feel the wet spot on your shirt that his pre-cum made.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, Leonard was pulling away. Your eyes were unfocused for a second, like you didn't know where you were, like he sucked out your brain.

The first thing you noticed were how blue his eyes were, almost like they were the sky. They were so clear, so beautiful, just like the rest of him. Then, he was pulling away even more, taking the pillow on your lap with him.

You were still very drunk. Surprisingly, the kiss did nothing to sober you up. So, honestly, your broken train of thought didn't track that he would bend over for you.

In fact, part of you had thought (and slightly hoped) that he would've ripped your clothes off and bent you over.

Instead, he took your pillow and hugged it to his chest as he fisted his cock and bent to show you his cute round butt.

It was an ass you'd more than love to fuck, if you were being honest.

The biggest surprise wasn't his ass, however. A good looking guy like him? It was expected that his ass looked good too.

No, the biggest surprise was what was already in his ass. Nestled between his ass cheeks was a pink glass butt plug in the shape of a rose.

The rose was big enough that it pushed his ass cheeks apart and the glass was translucent enough so you could see the ring of his ass struggle to accommodate the rest of the plug.

You couldn't even imagine how he would've looked like, taking the butt plug in. Or how he would look when you slowly took it out of him.

But, then, you remembered.

You had a girlfriend that was waiting for you back at the bonfire. Or, maybe, not at the bonfire but definitely at home. Or, maybe, not at home because she never liked visiting you at your place but--

It didn't matter. All that mattered was, no matter how shitty she was, you had a girlfriend and fucking Leonard's adorable shapely ass was considered cheating.

"Fuck, c'mon, take it out and just stick your cock in." Leonard groaned, pushing his ass towards you even more. When he did, it made the plug in him stick out a little, pushing it out a little before sucking it back in.

You groaned too, palming your dick through your pants, unsure of what to do. Looking at him like that, watching him desperately holding the base of his dick, offering himself off like he was a man possessed, did something to you.

"I-I can't--" You tried to valiantly say no but he whimpered, all helplessly and soft, like he'd die if you didn't help him out, even just a little.

You sighed before deciding to acquiesce a little by grabbing the base of the toy and slowly pulling it out. You watched as his walls seemed to protest, trying to suck it back in, before finally letting go.

"Please, more." He moaned so prettily when it popped right out, all loud and high-pitched.

You turned to Mel, a look of desperation like he was the only one that could help you. Instead of help, you were met with the sight of Mel cradling Isamu in his lap.

Mel was still fully clothed but Isamu was completely naked from the waist down. Isamu's back was against Mel's chest, his cock in Mel's fist, completely hard, flushing dark brown-red at the tip and leaking so much pre-cum.

You hadn't even realised that the two of them had started getting it on behind you

Just watching them made you dizzy

You didn't think Mel was even paying attention to you for a second but, as soon as your eyes were on them, Mel's eyes snapped to you like he was hyper aware of you and you swore his eyes were glowing.

He was looking at you in a way that made you feel so small, that made you feel like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves.

And he certainly looked wolfish, the way his sharp teeth marked Isamu's neck up, leaving bruises and bitemarks all over his tan skin, the way his eyes glared, all predator, none of that polite man that welcomed you in his home left.

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

You wanted to run away but you felt rooted in place.

You saw Mel's mouth move but whether he was mouthing something to Isamu or just mouthing at his neck, you couldn't tell. All you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Isamu's hips jerk hard into Mel's fist but Mel's fist was absolutely immovable. HIs entire demeanor seemed unwavering, like a steadfast predator who'd chase you down to the ends of the Earth.

The entire thing both mortified you and absolutely turned you on and you didn't know why.

"Hey! What the fuck! Hello, someone's ass is right in front of you?" Leonard started whacking your thigh with his free hand, his ass wiggling around again as if that would entice you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts and you turned back to him, sigh leaving your lips again. You knew Mel would be no help and Isamu looked like his brain was leaking out of his cock.

"Okay, okay, compromise." Leonard looked at you over his shoulder, desperation clear on his face.

It made him look surprisingly pathetic but also incredibly cute, especially with that adorable red flush to his face and the way he was staring at you with puppy eyes.

"Just the tip. The tip is all I need. Just an inch and I'll jerk myself off." He tried convincing you and, though you knew cheating was cheating, you couldn't help but feel just a bit sorry for him.

At least, it made sense in your absolutely alcohol drunk head.

"Fine." You stood, taking everything from the waist down off and piling it on top of Leonard's things. "Goddamnit, fine."

Leonard practically squealed "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You nodded, positioning yourself behind him. He whimpered almost excitedly, shifting a little to position himself better. You spread his ass cheeks with your thumbs, testing his ass to see if the two of you needed any lube.

Surprisingly, he'd used so much silicone lube with the butt plug that some of it was still dribbling out.

You moved the head of your cock to press against his ass, pushing it in just a little. And, oh god, did it feel good. Leonard definitely already prepped himself and he was sucking you in so good.

"Shit." You huffed out, eyes screwing shut as you gripped his ass tighter in your hands "Just the tip. Just the tip."

You heard him babble agreements but, honestly, the words you were saying were mostly for yourself.

"Gunna jerk myself off. Gunna cum while I squeeze the tip of your fucking cock." Leonard moaned as he pushed himself back as much as you would allow him "Need you to jerk yourself off too. Need you to cum inside me. Please? Please?"

You nodded, unsure if he was looking at you because you still had your eyes shut. You were sure if you looked at him even a little bit, you'd bust a nut immediately.

You let go of one of his ass cheeks to grip the base of your cock, getting ready to either jerk yourself off or hold it to prevent yourself from coming.

Before you could do either, you felt someone slap your ass. The force of it pushed you forward and you were suddenly bent over Leonard, your cock much deeper into his ass than you were planning.

You moaned, both from the sting of pain on your ass and from Leonard's ass milking your cock. The only thing that prevented the whole thing from going in was your fist.

Hell, the only thing preventing you from cumming was your fist.

"What bad boys, leaving 'Samu out." Mel muttered behind you.

You didn't know what he looked like or what he was doing. You were too busy moaning, your hand on Leonard's ass gripping it like a lifeline, your forehead resting on the nape of his neck.

"Shit, shit, shit." Leonard so eloquently replied, his ass humping back against you "Move, you fuck head! Shit! Ohhh, your cock feels sooo good, baby."

You moaned again, unable to take Leonard's dirty talking in conjunction with his ass just strangling your dick as you tried to stay as still as possible.

As a way to placate him, you shifted your head, your lips brushing against his neck before your teeth nipped at his skin and started leaving hickeys.

"Oooh, fuck, baby." You heard a squirt before, suddenly, Leonard's hand sounded like it was jerking his own cock off with lube.

Was that Leonard's hand? Where'd he get lube?

The thought had barely entered your mind before there was another squirt and then you felt the cold chill of lube between your own ass cheeks.

Wait--

You looked over your shoulder to see Mel, looking down at you with that same piercing gaze in his eyes. This time, his mouth was stretched into a predatory grin, teeth too sharp and mouth too wide.

"Ya' know, 'Samu was feeling lonely." He told you matter-of-factly like that meant something but it wasn't Isamu that was pulling your ass cheeks apart.

Your eyes flickered around and, quickly, you spotted Isamu right beside Mel, cock in his hand, a dark flush on his entire face as he watched you and Leonard, mesmerised by the entire scene.

Before you could ask if you did anything to offend him, you felt one of Mel's thumbs start prodding at your ass and you groaned, your back bowing, your chest pressing against Leonard's chest and your hips pushing forward to get away.

Of course, since your cock was inside Leonard, it meant you were pushing more of it into him. Not that he was complaining. He was just babbling out obscenities, happy to take your cock as he jerked himself off.

"Now, now." Mel licked his lips, pulling you just a tad closer (and making Leonard complain a little) before pushing more of his thumb in "We need to make sure you're properly prepped to take Isamu."

"W-Why?" You stuttered out, cheeks feeling hot at the thought of taking that monster cock in your ass.

That had to count as double penetration and double cheating, right?

"You don't want to help him out?" Mel frowned at you and the disappointment on his face (however fake a part of you said it was) made your heart ache.

So, of course, you nodded and Mel smiled again, all wolfish and mischievous, obviously pleased with your answer.

He slowly fed more of his thumb into your ass, stretching it a bit more and pushing at your walls. You just took it obediently, your hips stilled by his strong calloused hands.

Then, when he thought you had enough of his thumb, he slowly took it out before replacing it with his fingers. That was definitely much thicker.

He started with one, which was easy to take. But then two felt impossible, especially when he started scissoring them, pushing your walls apart and forcing your ass to take it without moving your hips.

You whimpered and whined the entire time.

You think maybe Leonard came sometime while you were getting fingered but also maybe not because he continued fucking his own fist and desperately trying to hump your dick.

You still kept your hand on the base of your cock, trying your hardest to save that last handful of inches as if it would make a difference.

"What a good boy." Mel pressed a kiss to your lower back as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, the squelch of it just as obscene as the way your ass clenched and unclenched around his fingers

Then, finally, he pulled them out and didn't thrust them back in "I think you're ready for 'Samu's cock, don't you?"

You shook your head but you were too overwhelmed to really say anything else. The words just wouldn't come to your head. It seemed they just ignored your silent protest because Mel and Isamu switched spots swiftly.

Isamu put the blunt head of his dick to your ass and, before you could say anything, he was pushing in. And, god, he was absolutely hefty. Your hips were already trying their hardest to push forward, to get away, to do something against the stretch of it all.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling." Mel comforted you, his sticky hand rubbing up and down your back.

Isamu didn't seem to pay you any mind, absolutely enamoured by how your ass felt around him. He just kept going, pushing more and more in.

Probably the only thing stopping him from just pushing it all in one thrust was Mel's other hand on his lower stomach, reminding him to go slow.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his hips met your ass and you didn't feel like your guts were going to come out of your mouth anymore.

You sighed, relieved, only to cry out when you felt him pulling out and it was like he was taking everything with him.

There was another squirt of lube and then the second push in was much smoother but it didn't make it feel any less like he was carving his way into your guts.

"Give him your hand, darling." Mel suddenly ordered you when Isamu's hips met your ass again.

You complied, letting go of Leonard's ass so you could reach behind you and offer it to Isamu.

Isamu took your wrist and gave the inside of it a kiss before biting down. You screamed, of course, but you didn't think he bit hard enough to draw blood.

"I-Isamu?" You whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him with tears prickling your eyes.

Isamu just pressed gentle kisses to his bitemark and apologised. That was when you realised that the embarrassed shy flushed look on his face was gone, replaced with an almost feral determined shine in his eyes.

You couldn't even question him. You couldn't even open your mouth before he was drawing his hips back and fucking you with abandon.

You leaned your forehead against the nape of Leonard's neck again, moans and whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you felt Isamu fuck you with abandon.

Your grip on your cock tightened even more as you felt that familiar coil of heat in your stomach.

Then, without you noticing, you felt someone's lips against your ear. Mel? You couldn't tell, your brain felt like it was melting

"Give me your other hand too, darling."

You obeyed without even thinking and, with one hard thrust from Isamu, you were fully sheathed in Leonard. Immediately, you came spilling into Leonard's ass and Leonard moaned like a porn star when he felt it.

"I-- Hah! Uwah, came! I came! Wait-- I-- Hah, wait-- I, hah--" You panted, huffing and moaning as your toes curled and your body bended, plastering itself against Leonard.

Instead of stopping, Isamu just pressed himself tighter against you until the three of you were as close to each other as could be, Isamu's hips still jack rabbiting into yours, his cock pistoning in and out of you, causing your hips to fuck your cock (which should've been softening but was surprisingly still hard) in and out of Leonard.

Mel smirked, your hand in his, watching the three of you, a satisfied expression on his face. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Oh, how cute, you couldn't even wrap it entirely around. That was fine, he would come easily around your fingers. Just knowing it was you was enough to make him cum, after all.

Add the fact that now he knew you were theirs? Well, he'd cum in a couple pumps, no problem.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere #oc x reader #male oc #male werewolf x reader #werewolf oc x reader #werewolf x reader #melchior #isamu #leonard #chaptered #alcohol tw #dubious consent tw #male darling

[genshin-scenarios]

Anemo androids with a reader whos slowly dying? Could be a good chance for both fluff and angst

Or alternatively, I raise you...

anemo androids who lost their previous user

Ever since, they've wandered around alone as independents, before running into you.

Content warnings: angst. death by natural causes (Heizou), death by illness (Venti, Wanderer), hospitals + grief + accidents (Kazuha).

Not specified or gone into detail, but thought I'd give a heads up! The guys are… very traumatized.

Characters: Xiao, Wanderer, Venti, Kazuha, Heizou

Xiao, whose user was working a risky job. Everyone knew that shorter lifespans were common in their line of work, considering how many enemies they could make - but that never stopped them from greeting each day as if it was the most beautiful morning they've seen.

Xiao expected them to appoint him to work, doing tasks that regular humans would avoid if they could. While they did ask him to help, they'd always put themselves on the front line instead. He never understood it - still doesn't. And it's arguable that Xiao also doesn't get why their last command to him was to live like a human.

He tries, truly. But he's quite sure he's lost his purpose after his user was gone; that is, until he ran into you.

You're a person with a pretty domestic life (domestic by his standards at least, which wasn't saying much). He's not sure if one can describe it as a crush, but Xiao finds himself visiting the places where he first ran into you in hopes he'd see you again. And then... maybe start a conversation. Or if you were in trouble or had too many bags to carry, he might offer his assistance.

He thinks it's just a passing interest until you thank him with a smile that has him blurt out a question, asking if you'd need more help in the future.

You exchanged phone numbers and promised to contact him soon. Xiao thinks that's the most he's spoken in a long time - and there's an odd feeling in his chest that might be the equivalent of grief and butterflies, finally fluttering out of the sea of autumn leaves that have dried against the forest floor.

Wanderer who unfortunately, has went through 3 users before you, if that's what you could call them. The first was a guardian who needed an assistant for her work, before she eventually tried to set him free. Little did she know this felt like abandonment more than liberation to the android.

Next was a well-meaning person whom he considered a friend, but wasn't aware of his nature as a droid and eventually moved away from the city. And the third...

...forget it. It was brief: a child who couldn't see him anymore once their parents realized Wanderer was an independent android. He's sure the kid's doing fine though, getting the medical care he needs.

Wanderer expected himself to learn his lesson: don't get attached to anyone, as they'll never stay or need him for long. That is, until he sees you; too kind for your own good despite his sharp personality, offering him a role at the cafe you owned. 'If you truly have nothing to do, perhaps you could join us here?'

A cafe. How ludicrous. He's worked in high-profile science labs, and now he's a cashier and waiter in an unsuspecting part of the city. You say he has a talent for beautiful plating and latte art. He holds back from telling you that as an android, of course he'd reach perfection more easily than humans.

...But, you seem like you need the help. And you're not as annoying as other people - so maybe he'll stick around. Just until you try to get rid of him (you never did.)

Venti was a companion droid for a boy with an illness. He was a friend and caretaker who'd make sure the child's vitals were alright, and would be able to call for emergency aid or apply it himself if something were to happen.

Venti was surrounded by a family full of love, and just as equally the despair of knowing that their time together was limited.

The boy passed after he graduated highschool. His parents had since given Venti his independence, saying he had the freedom to decide what he wanted to do next.

He knew that they saw parts of their son in him. So as an android who was always a little too kind, Venti left soon after he paid his respects to the boy. He pursues a dream that was both his user's and his own - shared hopes that were supposed to be debuted by a pair, rather than one.

He becomes quite a successful singer. Venti's no celebrity (maybe an internet idol at best, though he doesn't post his appearance without a mask or wig), but he's popular enough to live on his own and donate his profits towards causes related to his past user.

Eventually, you come into his life as a housemate - he'd accepted the idea on a whim, seeing as you just needed a quiet place to live in the city for your new job. It was only then when Venti realized how much he missed having someone to return to at the end of the day.

Was it possible for an android to have more than one dream? He must be greedier than he gave himself credit for.

Kazuha is still at a point of recovery, after his previous user's passing.

It'd all happened too fast; an accident right when Kazuha wasn't with them, realizing it was too late by the time he rushed to the hospital. He was a complete mess, panicking and standing there numbly as he processed the announcement made by the doctors. No tears could shed, for androids couldn't cry.

He still keeps their apartment tidy, seeing as his user's relatives were still in grieving as well. He goes on his usual chores, everything except the laundry and cooking. The pet cat feels grief too, finding comfort in Kazuha as it nuzzled into him. It grounds him a little.

Days, weeks, and months pass. After enough time, Kazuha's taught himself how to manage his grief, thought part of it still clings to him like a ghost. The first time you met Kazuha was when he'd pulled you out of the way of a speeding car that rushed the traffic lights. You're shaken by the near-accident encounter, but Kazuha even more so.

You see the worry in his eyes and the way he grips onto you so tightly, it was as if he'd be willing to use his body to shield yours to prevent another tragedy.

When you gently ask Kazuha if he was okay, he stiffly nods, before allowing you to pull him aside to a nearby bench to sit down.

...Ah, he was supposed to be a companion droid that comforted others. But you didn't seem to mind even if you noticed the slight scratches on his synthetic skin, left uncared for after a while of living through an isolated season.

It was safe to say that you brought the sunlight back to him again, little by little. Kazuha doesn't know how to thank you enough for that.

Heizou was bought to accompany an elderly couple who had a bit too much saved for retirement. They brought him onto their holiday trips, thinking of him as a son of sorts that they doted on - not that he allowed them to do so without doing anything in return. He'd make sure the house was in good shape, that they were healthy, and operated the electronics needed for them to call their loved ones.

He can't exactly be mad about how old age took them in their sleep. Ridiculously enough, they'd tried to fit him into their wills during their reading, which he pushed back against until a small fortune was given to him in cash. He had to open a bank account after that. He wonders how different things would be if that elderly couple had actual children to spend their time on. He's sure they would've been very happy.

Heizou goes on to become a detective; he's good at it, and they'd always joke that one day, they could see him helping a lot of people. Passing off as a genius detective, Heizou presents himself as a human and works at an agency. His boss and closest co-workers know he's an android, after dangerous missions where he threw himself in front of them and survived an otherwise fatal wound to the chest. He finds a family of sorts there - people who'd have his back despite how he likes to tease them.

You're a client that walks into the agency one day with a sensitive case. Perhaps it's because two lonely souls found comfort in each-other, but Heizou immediately forms a connection with you as he tries to make you more comfortable around him. You're not opposed to his charming jokes either, even expressing your thanks for his help when the job was done, and asking if he'd like to get coffee together sometime.

Heizou simply wanted to cheer you up at first. But at this point, it was safe to say that he's grown a little more attached than he intended to. (He'd love to get coffee, but would need to get around the fact that he couldn't actually consume drinks.)

#this was supposed to be 1 paragraph each but evidently the android au is a bit too rottable /pos #xiao x reader #heizou shikanoin x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #venti x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin reader insert #genshin fic #traveler wishes #genshin impact imagines #genshin writing

[kimbapisnotsushi]

ojiro aran headcanons bc @luminouschaotic asked me if i had thoughts (which was. a while back) but i'm out of town for two weeks in a couple days and won't be on much so i wanted to get this done before then so LET'S GO!!

aran has like spidey-sense Chaos Instincts™️ honed by years of taking care of the miyas so much so that on his first day at inarizaki he feels a tingle down his spine and turns around just in time to catch akagi michinari falling out of a tree

aran, being the kind soul that he is, goes over to help. because if there's anything the miyas have taught him it's that if you don't intervene early on there WILL be even more severe consequences down the line than if you'd just helped them in the first place

it basically goes "hi i'm ojiro what do you need me to do and how much plausible deniability can i get from this"

don't worry akagi had just been get a paper airplane bc he might be a little shit but he's a little shit with morals who cares about the environment

he didn't get the airplane the branch broke before he could

akagi tells aran that he's going to try one more time and asks aran to stand under the tree so that aran can catch him if he falls again and aran's dreading the day akagi and the twins will finally meet

i actually think it WOULD be funny if kita and akagi had been childhood friends or something previously bc a) SOMEONE had to have been akagi's handle before high school and b) it just makes sense in my head

also i think a fundamental aspect of the shiratorizawa and inarizaki rivalry that we're overlooking is reon and aran bonding

like. they get it. they know what it's like. loving a place that does not always loves you back. having a home that does not always feel like a home. it can be hard, sometimes. but if there's one thing they agree on it's that their teams ALWAYS have their backs

(lev and liam my lovelies i have NOT forgotten about you)

also this just makes the whole "aran's irrational fear is tendou satori" a thousand times funnier

since it's established that aran references older pieces of media i like to think that means he sits down with like idk his grandparents probably and they watch all kinds of things together

sometimes the only other people who get aran's references are people who ALSO sit down and watch things with their grandparents (kuroo, kageyama, kita. . . )

the haikyuu club of good grandchildren . . .

anyways so that's how kita and aran become friends!!

oh my god . . . do you guys think his sister had those small kid puppy crushes on any of his friends . . . .

my vote is akagi or the miyas do you know how funny that would be

i think a bit that akagi does with aran is saying "oh my god this is just like [insert fictional media here]" when something (usually an Event™️ involving the miyas) happens and aran going "STOP SAYING THIS IS JUST LIKE [??] AND HELP ME"

when the third years graduate aran gives gin a gift and tells him not to open it until he gets home

when gin does open it he finds a booklet titled "how to survive the miyas: a comprehensive guide by ojiro aran" and it's at least a hundred pages long

the first page is an emergency contact list with the numbers of the miyas' parents, aran's parents, and every hospital/clinic within a fifteen-mile radius

definitely prefers a real newspaper to a digital one

i think the whole of the inarizaki third years are tech-averse tbh if you took them to one of those restaurants with the little robot servers with screens for faces they'd slow blink at it like really confused cats

this sucks especially for suna bc every time he gives his phone to one of them when he wants pictures of himself with someone or something they always come out blurry or too much exposure or some shit

i think aran and oomimi go hiking with each other on the weekends and are always pestering everyone else to go with them

they win when they promise everyone, yes, we can go out for brunch and boba after

(do the twins fall into a stream while trying to cross it? yes. did they still go to brunch afterwards, sopping wet? also yes. aran doesn't think he's ever laughed harder in his life.)

#as always hope y'all had fun!! #ojiro aran #akagi michinari #kita shinsuke #oomimi ren #miya osamu #miya atsumu #ginjima hitoshi #suna rintarou #honorable mention to: #ohira reon #AND #tendou satori #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

[xtransmasc-reader-scenariosx]

Long Term Love with Azumane Asahi

Pairing: Azumane Asahi/Trans Male reader Warnings: Mentions of Dysphoria, references to sex Summary: Despite growing up together, despite dating since before middle school started, despite everything really, sometimes how much Azumane loves you still catches you off guard.

You've spent your whole life with Asahi, or at least all of it that your remember, he's been your next door neighbor since elementary school and your boyfriend since the summer of your fifth year. Every major milestone has been spent together. Everything that there is to feel with another person has been felt, and still, despite it all, Asahi still sweeps you off your feet. Often without meaning to. He's always been bigger than you, and when you first met him it was terrifying. You thought he was older than you, and like most older kids, was going to terrorize you, but he didn't. And once you found the bravery to stop hiding behind your mother and talk with him things changed. You learned he was in your grade, although not your class, and you went to the same school. He sought you out after that. He'd never met someone with so many things different from him and he found you interesting. You balanced each other out, his calm and quiet eased your rough and tumble tendencies. Listening as you shouted your way through arguments you could have won if he hadn't pulled you away, letting you get the anger out before finishing your walk home.

You like to think you were the one that fell first, Asahi will argue this point until he's blue in the face, but privately, you're certain. It was when you were finally sure of yourself, when you knew you were a boy not a girl. When after months of fearing what he would say you bit the bullet and brought it up. He was confused and after a lengthy explanation on your end he only smiled. "It... I'm glad you told me, but it doesn't change things between us. I'll be by your side as long as you'll have me Y/N, that's what friends are for." He put an arm over your shoulder keeping you close, "And now we can get you on the boys team for real." You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you at that, because of course that would be his main concern, "I am perfectly content watching from the bleachers thanks."

Asahi is the one that confessed first, and even then it was more of him stating a thought than revealing anything. It just came out and it felt like the world froze for a moment. You could still remember what you were doing at the time. You were both in Asahi's room going over the pros and cons of different high schools and you had made a comment about how you could pull off the Karasuno boy's uniform and probably pass in it and how nice it would be to finally just be seen as you were without having to explain things. "You know you'd look good in anything right? You don't have to say you like the uniform just because I wanna go to school there. I would still love you just as much even if we went to different schools." He didn't look up from his brochure until after you'd been staring at him for quite a while. It was only after he caught your eye that he seemed to realize what he said. "You love me?" You echo, and he nods too embarrassed to speak and you grinned, "Oh thank god, because I've had a massive crush on you since middle school." He goes red and just laughs. Things don't change too much after that since you and Asahi where already pretty free with your affections.

It's your third year and Asahi has finally rejoined the team and you were back to sitting in the bleachers as you watched practice instead of avoiding the building all together. It was nice, even if the first years were a bit much. After they'd interrogated Asahi they had moved onto you. What position do you play? I don't. Then why are you here? To support my boyfriend, and the rest of the team. Why haven't we seen you around before? Because Asa just came back. It went on and on until the warm up whistle, and without a second thought Asahi kissed the top of your head and jogged off to meet the rest of the team. And you just stood there a little uselessly for a moment, overwhelmed with affection. Then its finals season and you can't remember the last time you slept. You had to study, you had to make sure Asahi studied because you were pretty sure Takeda wasn't kidding about barring anyone with failing marks from the away games and that would break Asahi all over again and you just got him back. And then there is a cup of green tea where your studying materials had just been. It snaps you back to yourself and you look up to see Asahi standing beside your desk with a smile. "Let's have some tea, stretch a little, and then come back to this." You agree, even though you know what is going to happen after you stretch is definitely not going to be studying, and sleep will follow soon after, and tomorrow you'll try again with similar results. Finals will go fine as they always do.

Then, they're standing on the top of the world and you couldn't be prouder. The bubble bursts of course when a reckless reporter refers to you as Asahi's girlfriend. It hasn't happened in years, but the offhand remark already has your skin feeling too tight. Everyone that needs to know does, and Asa had corrected the reporter with surprising sternness, but the damage had been done. But before you can retreat too far, there is Asahi. Bent to your level with a serious expression. "Don't mind her." He says, and you almost snap about how it's not that easy, "It's hard I know. But i am with you and I will remind you how ever many times it takes that you are the boy i have loved my whole life."

#hq imagines #hq x reader #haikyuu #my writing #x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #azumane asahi #Asahi Azumane #asahi x reader #asahi x male reader #xtransmasc-reader-scenariosx

[steddieas-shegoes]

Drabble prompt you say? I got three?

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

3. Steddie with ftm Steve and cis Eddie being big brothers/father figures to mtf Max

❤️🖤❤️🖤🦇🐼

Okay I know me and I know there is no actual way I could do the last one in 500 words or less so I may have to put a pin in that for another day. I'm putting the other two under the cut because this post will be longer with 2 ❤️

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

"My ankles are swollen. This is the ugliest I've ever been. I'm hungry but the second I look at food, I want to puke, which was supposed to be done in the first trimester. And my hair is so frizzy even though I haven't done anything different!"

Steve was whining. He knew he was whining and he knew it was annoying, but he couldn't stop.

This was the worst pregnancy ever.

Their first two babies were great, almost picture perfect, even.

This one was going to be their last at the rate Steve was suffering.

"I know, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah, you can cut your dick off. I no longer need it."

It would be funny if Steve wasn't completely serious.

"Anything that won't kill me, maybe?" Eddie hesitated to ask.

Steve's moods had been all over the place. It's how he first figured out he was pregnant way before the morning sickness even kicked in.

"Foot rub." Then Steve sat up. "No, actually, don't touch my feet. I want strawberries and peanut butter and celery."

Eddie stood up to head to the kitchen, hoping like hell that they actually had all of those items in the kitchen.

"Wait. Scratch the celery. I can already taste how terrible it is. Maybe some carrot juice?"

Eddie nodded.

This was how it had been for almost a month. The doctor said it's actually normal, that he'd just been the lucky the first two times, but Eddie knew Steve didn't like being like this.

He searched the kitchen quickly, startling when Steve called his name from the couch.

"Yes, my love?"

"No on the peanut butter. It sounds greasy."

"Greasy?" Eddie whispered to himself. "Okay! Coming!" He said louder.

He scrambled to get everything together quickly, but paused when he saw the picture they'd hung on the fridge of the two of them, Jamie, and Melody at the doctor's visit that told them they were having a boy.

All this was annoying, but he knew Steve felt worse, and he knew it would be worth it very soon.

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2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

Steve was never going to know it was him, he was so careful.

He'd been getting away with it for two years, always rushing to put the notes in his locker during classes that he knew Steve couldn't leave.

Wish you could hear the song I wrote for you. It's loud, you'd probably hate it. But I think you'd like that someone sees you. - E

It was his riskiest one yet, never having put an initial or something that could give him away like the fact that he'd written a song about him.

Steve would probably start narrowing it down pretty quickly, though he'd probably not assume it's a guy, at least.

Hopefully.

Third period was the best time to slip notes into his locker; He had Ms. Sanderson, who was known for never letting kids leave class, even for the bathroom.

Eddie ran to his locker, shoved the note inside, and turned to see Steve standing at the end of the row.

"You know, last year, Tommy was convinced it was Nancy fucking with me," he said, arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against the lockers. "And this year, I just kind of figured it was someone who was just shy. Maybe had a crush on who I was and didn't know how to stop once I wasn't that person anymore."

Eddie remained silent.

Steve started walking closer.

"But then, a good friend suggested that I may just have an unconventional secret admirer. Someone who would be scared to come forward for other reasons."

Steve stopped right in front of Eddie.

"And now I think I get it. But you know what?"

"What?" Eddie breathed out.

"There was no reason to be worried. I'm kind of into unconventional."

Steve's lips were on Eddie's before he could process the word.

He pulled away after a couple seconds, frantically looking around the halls to make sure no one saw.

"It's okay, I checked first. You alright?" Steve's concern was a lot.

"Bathroom. I wanna kiss you for real. Not out here."

Steve blushed and tugged on his hand to get him to follow him, both of them giggling as they made their way down the hall to the bathroom.

They spent the rest of the period there, and some of the next one.

And long after they both graduated, long after they survived things they shouldn't have, their initials were still carved on the back of the stall door in a heart.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon #drabble #a/b/o in the first one

[hyperpsychomaniac]

The Faratok Tree - sorta ep analysis, sorta rambling discussion of themes

Okay, I want to talk about 'The Faratok Tree'. This is one of the more serious eps of the series. Or at least it seemed pretty intense. A lot of this is down to Hilda's intensity - like she's so desperate to get the giants to stay. This is the girl that stopped Trolberg being destroyed, and enabled the peace between Trolls and humans. You'd think she's done enough. But no. It's not even her world. But a part of Hilda seems to understand that if she can get people to not see the giants as monsters now, that this is going to thread through 'history' (this worlds future), and perhaps mean that the humans won't chase the Troll's away when they finally settle Trolberg. That they'll make peace, and the events at the wall, people like Edmond Ahlberg, and Erik, simply won't become what they were.

Maybe she did accomplish that at least.

Woodman as the voice of reason somehow weirdly worked. (I have to admit when I saw a screenshot of Woodman on the flaming wood pile I suspected this was something he had gotten them into and Hilda was saving his arse.). And what I absolutely love the best about this episode, is the theme that changing things takes time. Our actions may not have an effect for a very long time. People aren't just going to change like that. It takes time.

Honestly, whilst this maybe wasn't my fav ep, as there were other episodes I laughed more at... I think this is actually the best episode of the third season. It gets right to the core of who Hilda herself is. This kid, magical part fae or not, is so bloody persisitant the actions she chooses to take are going to ripple throughout time (look at how much Trolberg has changed. Trolls coming to nighttime events? Not posssible without Hilda). Imagine what this child would be capable of as an adult? But one thing's she's going to have to come to realise is that those changes aren't always going to come right away.

I can't really fault it in and of itself. But what I would've loved to see?

That theme of change to have carried through to the rest of the season. 'The Faratok Tree' was a powerful enough ep to set that up and to push it through.

This does also tie in 'damn there should have been more eps' because that's what this would have needed to happen properly. But I would've liked to have seen that theme carry through such as:

Have a marra ep. They've aged up to. How have they changed? Are they better behaved?

More eps with Louise. I really love this kid. Would've liked to see more of her hanging out with the freaky friends, and how this changed thier dynamic.

Safety Patrol. Hell, there should've been a safety patrol ep, with Gerda and Alfur. How are elves and humans interacting now its more official? Also, how are people responding to how Safety Patrol has changed. Gerda's in charge, and the direction is very clearly making contact with the magical creatures and forging alliances. And as bad as Ahlberg was, organisations do not like change. Show safety patrol officers not really wanting to change things and being a pain. Show the public not liking the change and protesting. 'Things were better under Ahlberg!' Show how the city is responding to the changes Hilda enabled through Safety Patrol, because you know they (ie: GERDA) would be driving this.

Victoria Van Gale. This was an arc that actually did get realised, though I would've liked if they'd linked it up to the change takes time theme (and obviously, though Victoria has changed, there are certain things that she cannot change). This might have worked good as its own episode, rather than tied up in the rest of the finale. (I frikkin love her but she does kinda steal the show as things played out).

And yeah, you know I was coming to it, but if you're going to have the season theme change taking time you absolutely cannot leave out Erik Ahlberg. I know he's a pain in the arse, and not a nice person, but the movie handled him really well. And one thing that got across was this man scared the absolute shit out of himself enough that he has plenty of motive change. But he's going to have to practically change his personality, and that's not going to happen in the the year (2 years?) between the movie and the last season. Have Hilda run into him in an ep, and having him trying and doing an absolutely terrible job of it. He's still much the same guy, but he has changed enough that instead of being destructive to those around him, he's beating himself up everytime he fails. Have Hilda tell him it's okay, change takes time, he's still accomplishing something even if it doesn't feel like anythings changed.

And, finally, that theme should be linked the the series final. Hilda ends up in a world where things are 'perfect' but they also don't change. And no change means no growth. I've got to be honest (and I know there probably weren't enough eps for this) but I would've put Victoria's arc in another episode. Which probably would have meant Astrid had to sacrifice herself... but... well... that would actually have worked and sometimes change does suck. Pretty much the Faratok Tree's themes would have tied really well to the series final - they just weren't quite connected as well as it could've been.

#long post sorry #episode analysis #character analysis #hilda #hilda season 3 #hilda netflix #hilda the show #hilda the series #hilda marra #gerda gustav #erik ahlberg #victoria van gale #hilda louise #hilda astrid #the faratok tree

[deathbxnny]

Time to angst the boy.

So in his quest, the Sanctus Medicus Alchemist enemy says “we can use your blood to irrigate the celestial traces.”

Going off the “Vidyadhara are used to make the Draight of Draconic Surge” (I can’t remember the prescription too well, but I think they use the Vidyadhara to “cure” Mara) and the idea of Yanqing being a Vidyadhara.

By one way or another, Sanctus Medicus finds out and tries to catch him to use him in their twisted experiments. He’s evaded capture this far, but they try for a new route.

His S/O.

He’s told he can either go quietly, or they’d kill his S/O and make him watch. He goes with them because he thinks it’ll ensure their safety.

But Dan Shu (the boss) is willing to play dirty when it comes to the followers of the “Devil Archer”. They keep his S/O as leverage. If he tries to fight back, they’ll just experiment on his S/O instead. They know Yanqing is strong, but even he has his weaknesses.

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A/N: So I haven't played his quest yet, because I'm too tired to play the game at the moment. But I definitely really love your idea, Anon! Thank you so much for the request!<33

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of experimentation on people, kidnapping, mentions of battles/fights, established relationship

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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The moment Yanqing heard of your kidnapping, he felt his world freeze. Time came to a stop and his breath stuttered in surprise. He didn't expected this. He never thought they'd go so far and yet they did. He should've known that they would. But even so, it still shook him to the core.

He always prided himself in being strong and skilled, but when it came to being with you, you were regarded as the best achievement he has ever gotten in his life. You were kind and gentle, always so caring to him. And now... he has potentially endangered you due to his arrogance. He felt untouchable, until this very moment.

And so he had only two options to choose from. Either, he left with them willingly or you'll be experimented on instead. His heart and soul hurt from the idea of you getting hurt, which didn't help the rage that he was feeling. He was so angry, he wanted to rip them all apart, just to wipe those smug smirks off their faces.

But he had to stay calm and think strategically, just like Jing Yuan taught him to. He came up with his third option then, which consisted of him sending his location to the general and simply handing himself in to the followers. He couldn't help but feel smug himself now, especially when he watched them celebrate his capture.

You were allowed to see him for a moment, as you practically threw yourself at him in tears, clinging onto him whilst you apologised for letting yourself get captured. But Yanqing just gently hushed you, promising that his revenge was on his way. Or at least, he hoped that his mentor would catch on fast.

He went through everything that could go wrong then in slight worry. What if Jing Yuan didn't have his phone on him? What if he didn't pay attention and dismissed it? What if the followers already caught onto his little plan? His thoughts were endless, but you clinging onto him tearfully made him remember to stay strong. He had to be for you.

And so he didn't let any emotions cross his face, as they grabbed you and dragged you away from him, so that the first experiments on him could proceed. With every cry and scream of his name crossing your lips, he felt the anger in him get worse and worse. He could practically break his handshells with ease from the strength and rage he felt. But alas, he was compliant.

He closed his eyes, as he was being strapped to a table, hoping that you'd at least be safe through this, when suddenly the door slammed open and a dozen cloud knights filtered into the makeshift operation room. Yanqing took this as a sign and summoned his swords, as he quickly fought his way off the table and away from the crazy followers.

He ran past the cloud knights and right through the crowd of followers being arrested, until he got outside and finally found you crying with Jing Yuan attempting to comfort you. The moment you saw Yanqing you stood up and allowed him to practically scoop you into his arms for a tight hug. Your tears flowed endlessly, as he gently comforted you and gave his general a knowing look.

He'd personally see to it, that those followers learn to never mess with you again.

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A/N: Alright, I hope this is okay! Thank you again for the request!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr yanqing x reader #hsr

[fandoms-in-law]

Mikes Brother-in-law

Summary: Steve's in a dinner with a couple the kids don't know and Mike takes offence when he seems upset. Thankfully as odd as the conversation might be, nobody fails to tease Mike for what he says.

Authors Note: These characters are doing what they like. This was not what I expected to write for my prompt.

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Steve hadn't told them anything about the couple sat in the dinner with him. Actually he hadn't told them anything about his plans for the afternoon at all beyond that he wouldn't be available to give them lifts anywhere.

Then Mike spotted him in the dinner with this unknown couple as they headed to the arcade and everyone agreed that ensuring their Steve was safe was more important than arcade games.

Of course Steve had noticed they were there. He'd looked over and rolled his eyes as they entered. He'd also come over and dropped some money on the table hissing at them to order something at least, after the third time of one of them walking past their table to fetch cutlery and napkins in the hopes they'd hear the reason for Steve meeting these people here. Max had been the one to do it that time.

They still didn't know.

When Steve started looking, for want of a better term, heartbroken, Mike decided he didn't need to know.

“Get away from my brother-in-law! You're upsetting him!” The words were yelled before Mike entirely registered what he was saying. He was also stood at the end of Steve's table, hands clenched and five steps ahead of the rest of his friends before he was halfway through yelling.

The man Steve had been talking to bursting out laughing while Steve blinked at him in confusion and the woman smiled at him as if delighted by his actions.

“Are you here to fight for Steve's happiness, young sir? I've got a few blades we could use in our car.” The man offered just as El, Dustin and Max stood beside him, Lucas and Will staying a little behind them for the moment.

Steve's confusion melted into the protectiveness all his kids were used to seeing. “No! Gomez, you are not fighting Mike, or any of these kids.”

“Steve, perhaps you might introduce us to your brother-in-law and his friends. You know we wouldn't injure your children on purpose but they really are far better at surviving than you'd expect.” The woman spoke up, getting Steve to lean back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Mike has never called me that before and it's really not the time to question it. Let's just say these are the kids I often look after and I know already how good they are at surviving. It still doesn't mean I'll let Gomez fight them.” Steve grumbled, before straightening again with a nod. “Okay, Morticia and Gomez, these are Mike, El, Dustin, Max, Lucas and Will. Kids, this is Morticia and Gomez Addams, apparently an aunt and uncle I never knew I had.”

“And I'm Erica, the last of Steve's kids. Why does Mike look ready to attack someone?” The call came from the door, getting identical sighs from Steve and Lucas as Erica walked over to the table.

Steve glanced back to where Mike still hadn't relaxed since coming over. “Because I didn't tell any of you kids what I was doing today and got upset when we were talking about how my parents are, I think. These guys came in shortly after we'd started talking.”

“If they do hurt you I still have a few tubes of that corrosive acid from the Russian base. I'm sure it wouldn't be pleasant if some spilled onto them.” Erica replied immediately.

That got a groan from both Steve and Dustin now, “Dustin, why does Erica have any of that stuff? You were meant to get her out not stop to steal things.”

“We were trying to save you! How could we know if it would or wouldn't be useful? And it's not like you haven't kept things like that from our adventures. That bat wasn't yours originally so you can't be annoyed.” Dustin protested not realising how interested the Addams's were or the rest of his friends besides Erica motioning for him to shut up.

Steve was pinching the bridge of his nose again. “Anything else you aren't meant to share that you want to talk about? Your pet not-a-dog? El's family? Eddie's scars? Or are you shutting up now?”

“I want to know when on earth Steve was married to Nancy actually.” Lucas piped up, teasing grin shot towards Mike. “That seems like something Will should know about to share with Jonathan.”

Mortica let out a small laugh then, reminding the group that it wasn't just them to make quips between. “It does sound like you've had a frightfully interesting time of it. We'd love to hear more, Steven. Perhaps your friends would all like to bring seats over to join us.”

“Indeed, my love. Come, come, join us. We'll get meals for all of you, of course. Is there anyone else you'd like to join us, Dear boy?” Gomez immediately grinned.

“You really don't need to.” Steve hesitated, even as the kids were brining their chairs over, Lucas and Dustin pulling a couple of tables closer to give them more space to sit.

Gomez was already waving his hand to dispel any arguments. “Not at all. You go and call anyone else you want here and we'll get something order while we wait for them to arrive.” Saying such he handed Steve a small bag of change and nodded to the door.

“Eddie tends to help keep these brats in line more than the few others my age.” Steve reasoned, accepting the instruction now. “But I'm keeping an eye on you guys. Behave for Morticia and Gomez while I'm out there and no sword-fighting.”

With Steve gone, Mike's glare returned, joined by Max, El and Dustin all scowling at the Addams's too. “You were upsetting him. We're the ones that get to do that, not you. If you're just here to abandon him later we'll have you gone immediately and without a trace.” Mike stated lowly.

“And you aren't taking him from us.” Dustin added. “Steve is ours.”

The couple laughed, just as delighted as they had been with Mike's first yell. Before they could respond to that however the waitress came and between Dustin, Max and Mike orders were decided for Steve and Eddie along with everyone else.

Once she was gone Gomez clapped a couple of times, “Completely understandable. Now come, Michael, tell us more about Steve and how he's your brother-in-law. It seems that view isn't one your friends agree with.” He invited, gesturing to the seat beside him though Mike had already sat in the seat next to Steve's.

“Well he did date my sister for basically a year, and taught me tons of stuff older brothers are meant to do and refuses to stop trying to be everyone's parents but I was the first.” Mike grumbled, looking at the table to avoid the all too welcoming smiles of the Addams' or the shit-eating grins of his friends.

“I knew you liked him! Always act like he's such a pest but you like having Steve around! You've admitted it!” Dustin crowed. “Besides that, Steve is my brother. I should be the one doing the threatening, or El as the one who'll actually win.”

Morticia leant closer, “Tell us more. Have any more of you adopted Steve as your family?”

Steve re-enters the dinner to every kid talking over each other to claim why or how he's family, only Max claiming him as a sibling while the rest just stick to family and just beams, tugging Dustin and Mike into hugs as the pair either side of his seat. “I love you brats too. Eddie will be here in ten.”

“You have a lovely family, Steve. I'm glad they were there for you when my sister should have been, when I should have been.” Morticia praised.

“Then why weren't you?” Max demanded, sounding as if she'd wanted to ask the question for a while. “He's gone through a lot alone. Why are you only turning up now?”

That got both Addams's to become serious, sharing a glance. Gomez nodded and Morticia smiled, a tighter expression than any she'd shown to the kids yet. “You've come across the subject that had young Michael so ready to fight us. It's taken so long for us to reach out to my nephew because we simply could not. His father made legal moves to prevent our presence in Steven's life until he was of age and while we could have fought back such legal motions, our home would not easily entice a court to agree that we should be allowed contact.”

All the kids tensed up at that, El's eyes narrowing and Steve reaching around Mike to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Do you mean like my Papa made the place I lived?” El asked after all of them tried to decide who would speak.

“We mean that we find no sense in limiting our children to activities and items society dictate as safe. If Wednesday wants to make electric chairs and fire crossbows inside then those are interests I refuse to keep her from. If Pugsley wants to make explosives and traps that throw knives as those who set them off then it's importance practice for the rest of us in dodging.” Gomez explained wildly, seemingly doing his best to seem harmless though his enthusiasm for his children didn't appear fake at all.

“And Grandmama has so many wonderful recipes that most Americans just don't have the constitution to stomach we've found. Unfortunately in a society like this far too many tragedies are allowed to continue unquestioned and far too few things good for us are forbidden unless hidden away behind large homes and money.” Morticia continued, shaking her head at the idea.

Steve laughed a little at that. “Well I can see why my parents didn't want you to influence me. I might've befriended Eddie far sooner if I knew my relatives were half as bizarre as you are. We got there in the end.”

“That we did, Sweetheart, that we did. Are these your aunt and uncle?” Eddie agreed, making the ones looking away from the door startle at his appearance.

Steve nodded, leaning back and twisting to grin at him, “Yes, Gomez and Morticia Addams.”

“I've heard of a few Addams's before, and I think the one time I managed to snoop around Murray's he has a file on them just for curiosities sake. Is that the family you're from?” Eddie asked, shoving Dustin along the table and pulling a chair over so he could take a place beside Steve.

Gomez jumped up to start shaking Eddie's hand enthusiastically. “It is, dear boy, oh it very much is. We're rather the centralising point of the family currently. Tell me how Murray is doing? A cousin mentioned encountering his attempts to research us.”

“Paranoid as ever and relatively fed up of his self-imposed role as matchmaker to anyone he meets. He actually thanks anyone who interrupts his meddling to say they're already dating.” Eddie laughed, “But the reason I know the name was someone suggested an Addams run record company as potentially taking on my band, unfortunately a lot happened to prevent me from making any enquiries about it.”

Morticia smiled, almost sighing, “Cousin It does have a record label. We'll be sure to pass on a mention of your band to him. What's it called?”

“Corroded Coffin. And thank you so much if you do but don't feel obligated or something.” Eddie said but it was clear he would have begged for such an offer.

Steve however frowned slightly, a small confused expression, “You've mentioned Wednesday and Pugsley, so are they my cousins? And are there a lot of other cousins of yourselves?”

“The Addams family has many branches, so many that it's far easier to just call us all cousins after the direct relations are addressed. You also have a cousin Pubert, our youngest.” Gomez explained, still standing and holding Eddie's hand so he gestured with both of them.

Dustin however grinned, “Hey Eddie, apparently Steve's married to Nancy now. Mike's claimed him as brother-in-law.” He teased, distracting the conversation again.

“I don't know, Dusty'buns. Steve could have had Karen arrange a marriage to Holly years in advance. Or perhaps you've decided you're my brother now, Mikey.” Eddie mused, freeing his hand to lean back in his chair, tapping his chin before freezing as he realised just what he'd implied.

Steve glanced once around them, nodding to see no waitresses about nor any other customers near their table mostly because the kids had stolen all the chairs from nearby tables. He looked back to Gomez and Morticia and shrugged, taking the hand Eddie had closest to him. “I think you need to accept Mike is your brother. It's the best way for this to work unless you're going to return to pushing me back to Nance.”

“Let's swap seats. I need to hug baby Wheeler in joy for this new siblinghood.” Eddie agreed, using the grip to pull Steve out of his seat and spin them both into the other seat.

Morticia reached over to pat their hands once they were sat again, “You must all come to the family gathering this winter. The two of you and all the rest of your family. For this visit we didn't want to overwhelm you but everyone wants to meet our lost nephew and all the family he's bringing into the Addams family.”

“And young Michael deserves his chance to fight for your honour. Tell us what everyone's favourite weapons are.” Gomez leant forwards curiously. “Dustin and Erica mentioned corrosive acid and a bat earlier.”

With that the conversation spiralled into, if not more comfortable subjects, happier and more interesting ones mostly unconnected to unpleasant things, barely pausing when the waitresses delivered their meals.

#stranger things #steve harrington #mike wheeler #eddie munson #dustin henderson #the addams family #morticia addams #gomez addams #steddie #weapons talk #protective threats #mike wheeler is protective

[sineala]

Hi there. Thank you for answering my question last time. This time, I just want to ask something about your opinion. When I scroll through Stony community, it seems like there's some people think that Hickmanvengers has destroyed Stony, and they can never come back to what they used to be. What do you think about that? Also, what do you think about Stony's dynamic recently?

Hi! So you sent me this ask approximately two months ago, and I started writing an answer then, and I wrote what appears to be approximately 50% of an answer and then Life Happened. And I am back but I have literally no idea where I was going with the rest of this answer.

So, here is approximately 50% of an answer to your question! I figured you might prefer having half an answer to zero answer. It's like the "in this essay I will" meme except I attempted to start the essay.

Thanks for the question! I really appreciate getting asks like this.

Has Hickmanvengers destroyed Stony? This is a really interesting question, though admittedly I'm not quite sure how to answer it, both because I think it assumes an amount of… emotional continuity… that I don't think really exists in these comics, and also because in another sense I think it's a question that canon has already answered, although admittedly canon's answer was kind of unsatisfying.

If you'd asked me this in 2015 -- say, right after Avengers #44 had come out -- and I'd just read the very last page of this very long run which ends with Steve and Tony in a fight to the death, I would definitely have had my doubts. I mean, yeah, it's a run that opens with the immediate aftermath of Tony betraying Steve, although we don't know that at the time, and over the course of the run we find out that the Illuminati wiped Steve's mind, that Steve holds Tony personally responsible for this, and that after Steve finds this out, he spends the last third of the run trying to hunt Tony down and murder him. Steve doesn't ever stop or forgive him, and Tony never apologizes. They just beat each other to death (and then get squashed by a falling helicarrier, which kills them first). That's… a lot, you know? It seems reasonable to think that they'd have difficulty coming back from that. I certainly wondered how they were going to come back from that.

I figured Secret Wars was going to do something about that. That didn't end up happening.

But it's also not 2015 anymore, and we have had nine years of canon to decide whether or not Hickmanvengers has destroyed Stony, and the answer seems to be "no, because canon has acted like none of this ever happened." We've seen them. They're friends again. They seem to be doing all right, as friends. And not only are they friends again, they've never mentioned any of this.

So, I have to say, it doesn't look like it destroyed them, otherwise we wouldn't have had things like the team-up miniseries, or that Avengers Annual from a couple years ago, or AXE Judgment Day.

For something like Civil War, we had a bunch of resolution, and while some of it (cough World's Most Wanted) may not have been what fandom would have preferred, we've also had things like Avengers Prime, and then Bendis' subsequent Avengers run, where we see Steve and Tony work through their feelings about Civil War as much as they can, and it's clear that they've dealt with it, at least to some degree, although maybe not as much as we would have wanted. Prior to that, we've had Cap #401, which featured Steve and Tony having a heartfelt conversation and making up in the wake of Armor Wars and Operation Galactic Storm.

For Hickmanvengers? We got nothing. Steve and Tony weren't in Secret Wars, they came back to life afterward, and everything was fine. The only time they have ever mentioned the incursions was in one of the Civil War II tie-ins, Captain America Steve Rogers #6, in which Steve is secretly Hydra Steve and he's trying to put Tony off-balance, and he's asking him why he's on his side now. That's it. And that wasn't even the real Steve. The real Steve's never mentioned it. So as far as we know, they've never talked about it. They've somehow just gotten over it.

Should it have destroyed Steve and Tony? Maybe. I think it depends on how much you feel comics should resemble reality. Because, I mean, obviously, in real life, if your BFF tries to murder you they are definitely not going to be your BFF anymore and also should probably be arrested and you probably don't want to see them again ever in your entire life. So if they were real people, yeah, of course, that would obviously be a dealbreaker right there. Definitely a relationship-ending move.

But comics aren't reality. And I don't just mean that in the same way that any fictional story isn't reality. Comics have had decades to establish their own reality. And that means that totally bizarre things that would never, ever happen in the real world just happen all the time in comics. New York gets routinely destroyed by supervillains and people still live there! Superheroes come back to life every week! The US government keeps building giant robots that will capture, imprison, and usually torture or murder their own citizens if they happen to be mutants! So there's a sense in which you can't expect characters in comics to have the same reactions and attitudes as people in our world, because they're not living in our world. They're living in a world where you can literally be murdered and wake up the next day, 100% fine.

So you're talking about two characters who have tried to murder each other on multiple occasions -- but in a world in which being dead is a very temporary condition. You're talking about two characters who have, at the very least, deeply wounded each other -- but they're also characters who are committing, essentially, state-sanctioned vigilante justice. They solve most of their problems by punching, and what with the mind control and villain AUs and whatnot going around, it's also the case that a lot of superheroes, including Steve and Tony, have just basically hurt each other a lot. These are pretty well-established conventions of superhero comics. They live in a world where the stakes are very, very different than they are here.

I suppose what I'm arguing here is that you can't just straight-up apply our standards of morality from here on Earth-1218 to Earth-616. Obviously the same sorts of things are still wrong, so this was definitely not a great thing to do to a friend and/or loved one, but there's a sense in which it's hard to say that killing a superhero in comics -- or trying to kill them -- has anywhere near the same actual impact as it would in our world, where you don't get to come back to life, period. Which is kind of a problem, because these standards are the ones we would use to judge whether characters have acted in an ethical matter toward each other, and how seriously it is that they've hurt each other.

So how can you actually evaluate, say, how badly Steve and Tony have hurt each other, according to the standards of their world? Well, okay. So Tony wiped Steve's mind. This isn't the first time this has ever happened in comics. This isn't even the first time Tony has done this to Steve; he made Steve forget he was Iron Man in the 1998 Annual. So how bad is mindwiping, as a transgression? And that's kind of interesting, because there's a fair amount of canonical evidence to suggest that the answer is "not very." In the most recent Fall of X comics, Emma Frost mindwipes Kamala Khan's family so they won't remember that she died, so they won't be sad about it. This is presented, in context, as a nice thing to do. A merciful thing. Not, say, a wrong and invasive thing. Here she is offering this at the beginning of the Hellfire Gala:

You wouldn't know this from this Hickmanvengers run, but, historically, Stephen Strange -- who actually did this particular mindwipe -- has a habit of mindwiping people like it's going out of style. It doesn't seem to be a big deal. Not to him, and not even to the people he mindwipes. In the classic arc Avengers/Defenders War, Strange concludes the fight in Avengers #118 by wiping Tony and Thor's knowledge of each other's identities, which they didn't ask for, but which no one seems to be all that fussed about. No one says anything in protest.

Then, as an encore, in Defenders #11, which is the next issue, he mindwipes Nick Fury's knowledge of the Defenders' identities, and then mindwipes the entire world about the same thing, except the Avengers.

For this, Tony calls him honorable. No one is mad. Mindwiping seems… mostly okay, actually?

And even in the 1998 Annual, Steve and Tony make up. Tony makes Steve forget Tony's secret identity. Steve is a little mad about Tony mindwiping him, but he totally forgives him by the end of the issue. They're good. They shake hands. They're friends.

So Hickmanvengers is kind of the odd one out, here. There doesn't seem to be a lot of evidence for "mindwiping someone on Earth-616 is a terrible crime for which the guilty party deserves death." And there is, in fact, evidence that Steve has personally been willing to forgive Tony for this in the past. But here in Hickman's run, for some reason, Steve is much harsher than he or anyone else has been in a comparable situation. So it's very bad within the context of the run, but once you get out of the run and think about it by the standards of the rest of the Avengers comics, it seems like mindwiping Steve… shouldn't be that bad? It should probably at least be forgivable. Steve has previously demonstrated that he can, in fact, forgive Tony for this. It seems reasonable that he could do so again.

Is Steve attempting to hunt down Tony and murder him bad? I mean, yes, but how bad it actually is does kind of depend on how you view death in superhero comics, as above. You'd think that at this point people would suspect that some of these deaths might not permanently stick.

Aaaaand... I think that's all I got. Sorry. I have one more paragraph in my draft: Building on that, the other thing you can do to figure out how bad something is for Steve and Tony is look at how, specifically, the two of them feel about this particular incident. Because that's the thing about superhero comics. The events are unrealistic, larger than life battles that could never happen. But the feelings? The feelings are real.

I have no idea where I was going with this, but maybe I was going to talk about whether Being Really Mad counted for something.

There you go!

#replies #alice1939

[moodymisty]

Five Times You Flirted With Wrecker, And The Time He Flirted Back - Ch 4

< Chapter 3 - Chapter 5 >

Author's Note: I swear this is going somewhere

Summary: Of course out of all the clones in the galaxy to fall head over heels in love with, you pick the one that just thinks you're doing a flip.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Story-wide Warnings: Eventual NSFW, Fluff, Shy!Reader, Friends to lovers, Awkward flirting, Pining, one instance of a drunk clone being a little pushy but nothing extreme, Reader is too shy and Wrecker is too oblivious, Reader is vaguely one or twice described as being ‘nerdy’ but no details, Size difference, Vaginal sex, Unprotected sex,

Word count: 1554

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You knew after that report on the status of the Marauder was submitted that they'd be shipped out, but you didn't have much of an idea for how long. There was never a set timetable, though they tended to get things done faster than a normal squad.

Also louder, and more burnt, perhaps some destroyed equipment. But faster.

You know they'll be fine, they always are, you just can't help but worry. And also feel a little guilty, as you worry about Wrecker the most. He gets himself into trouble sometimes, going headfirst. It’s not the best for damage control.

But judging by how Hunter had worded the mission as being hilariously simple, you'd expected them to be back by now. But there's been no sign of them, so you decide to bite the blaster bolt and wander your way to one of the hangers.

You’re technically on a break anyways, and nothing at all interesting has happened in the last for hours. Those are the excuses you’ll use if anyone questions you, at least.

They almost always land in the same hanger towards the far end of the base, as it’s usually the one that’s the emptiest. Not to say completely empty, as you pass by your fair share of troopers once you spot the Marauder; And it’s in seemingly decent shape. There’s, definitely some damage, but nothing more than usual. And that Tech won’t be able to fix.

You see the lot of them sitting on some storage crates yet to be loaded in, taking a small break after presumably a long while of non-stop action.

"You guys all just get back?"

Hunter looks up, having been rested his eyes while leaning against the side of the ship with his arms crossed.

"Yeah; We landed only a few standard hours ago.” Hunter glances away from you and towards the ship, with an odd expression. “Was just about to go looking for you, actually." Nodding at him, you notice Echo sitting close by Tech, while he works.

He's still trying to find his place in the group, but now that he's actually been cleared to go on missions with the rest of the Batch, he's been hanging around more. It's only the perhaps the third or forth time you've seen him, this time sporting armor that color matches the rest of the 99’s, giving him a quiet wave. He returns it, almost seeming slightly nervous at the random gesture.

After doing so you look around and notice that Wrecker isn't among them, nor do you hear him close by. When you ask, Tech pulls his nose from his datapad for a moment just long enough to speak, before looking right back down.

“He is currently resting in the ship as per his instructions; He was hit with a high explosive during our mission."

You almost choke on air, eyes darting around at them all before suddenly Hunter butts back into view and waives his hands up and down.

"He's fine he's fine, just a little banged up." As much as his sentence might be attempting to soothe you, it really doesn't do much in the end, given the subject matter. His hands still held outward away from his body, Hunter turns towards Tech and gives the crate he's sitting on while doing maintenance work a good kick. It's enough to scoot the crate, and make Tech sport a sour, displeased expression to boot.

"Tech! You couldn't have worded that in a way that wouldn't give her a heart attack?!" Tech appears largely unphased by all the eyes on him, and simply looks up from his datapad again for only a moment to speak.

"I thought I had 'worded' it sufficiently."

He doesn’t really have much time think it over however, as you quickly race up the gangplank, turning your back on the rest of them. Just as you do so, you hear Echo mutter something, before Hunter quickly shuts him up with a: "We'll fill you in later."

Turning left inside the Marauder you see Wrecker just as he swings his legs off the side of his bunk, and looks over at you. He’s currently only clad in his lower body armor; His chestplate, shoulder and arm pieces along with the top part of his blacks having been completely removed. He’s covered in a moderate amount of bandages and bacta patches, though the actual damage appears to mainly be on his right side.

"Hey! What're you doing here?"

You come close to the side of the bed, and try to avoid being obvious of the way you're checking him over for damage.

He has all of his limbs, which is a pretty good start.

"I could say the same thing about you, Wreck. What happened?"

In an attempt to distract yourself from that fact that he’s shirtless, you look right at his face and notice a tiny little cut on the right side of his chin.

"Tried to make an explosive out of somethin’ that, probably wasn't the best idea, heh." When he sees the worry still all over your face, he quickly leans up more, his boots clanking against the metal floor of the ship.

Sure, it's probably not the worst injury he's had before; His eye is a testament to that, but seeing someone you know hurt right in front of you is far more intense than just hearing about it as a fond retelling.

"I uh, heard Tech gave ya’ a bit of a scare a second ago,"

His hand rubs against the back of his neck, the smile he's wearing favoring one side. "It’s not nearly as bad as he made it sound, they didn't even have to dunk me. A little explosion ain’t gonna hurt someone like me." You don’t doubt in the slightest that it would take an incredible feat to down someone like Wrecker, but you hope this serves as a reminder that he isn’t indestructible. He may be close, though.

"You better be thankful they didn’t have to, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I'd found out you were floating in a bacta tank." You make an angry little face at him, before letting out a nervous, breathy sigh that makes your cheeks puff. “I probably would’ve cried, then waited till you woke up to beat you senseless.”

Wrecker laughs quite loudly; The same deep chested one that always warms your heart.

"Don't you even consider cryin’ over me, none of this stuff even hurts." Probably because he has a fair bit of medication in his system, but the sentence serves to soothe you at least a little.

"It better not, or I'll hurt you even worse for being such a blockhead." Even if he snorts at your spunky sentence, he still notices the way you're attempting to be somewhat serious with him.

"But please Wrecker," His face softens, looking up at you. Though he doesn’t have to much at all, given how tall he is compared to you. "Be more careful?" The bandage that wraps just at the crook of his neck moves when he leans his head to one side, giving in on your concern. Even if he’s still kind of smiling, he seems to have taken your concern to heart; Which is good, given you have so much of it to spare.

"I will, I will; Promise. Just for you." That's good enough. You just hope before he does something that gormless and bombastic again, he thinks of his own safety at least a little bit. Even if this absolutely won’t be the first, or more than likely last time he does something like this.

Throwing your hand out nonchalantly, you smile and him and roll your eyes; Speaking without thinking.

"Besides, wouldn't want you to get in an accident and hurt that handsome mug of yours."

Wrecker suddenly sits up noticeably straighter, smile dropping into an expression much more akin to genuine surprise. You however, quickly go ramrod straight and clamp your mouth shut hard enough your teeth almost clatter in your mouth.

Shit! Shit shit shit- I seriously didn't just say that! Me and my big stupid mouth!

"Uh... Well I'll-" You back up slowly then turn around, already halfway out of the Marauderbefore you utter out the rest of your sentence. “See you later!”

Please don’t think I’m weird after I just blurted that out outta nowhere...

You don't think you've ever said goodbye to anyone that fast, rushing out like death itself was on your heels. It startles Wrecker and the rest of the Batch who are still standing outside the ship, but you don't look at any of them in the face; Instead just scampering past and hoping they don’t notice the way you’re overflowing with embarrassment.

Instead after you’re gone they all turn to Wrecker who’s standing in the Marauder’s entrance with a look of surprise; Looking for an answer as to what in the galaxy had just happened. Hunter had heard some bits and pieces, but had been trying to not listen and drown it out for the sake of privacy.

Though instead of giving an answer to the curious party, Wrecker just mumbles something incomprehensible and rubs the back of his head, before scooting back inside the ship and out of view.

#wrecker x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[monpalace]

I’m thinking thots at work, what do we think Wild’s [Name] would be like? -🧚🏽‍♀️

i feel like she'd be the leash that stops him from literally killing himself with whatever dumbshit that comes to mind and wild's the puppy that finds something (in this case, [name]) and refuses to leave it?

maybe she's someone who works at the castle who survived the calamity and was put into something like the chamber of resurrection in hopes they'd find each other and she'd keep him from doing more dumb shit because someone realized "hey, [name] and zelda are the only ones link listens to. they're literally his impulse control. but zelda's not here and [name]'s not immortal, so we should probably put her in like, a cryo-chamber or something" and then handed her off to the sheikah and said "do something please"

or she's some sort of mysterious figure who always appears out of nowhere (and gets to places you'd least expect to find them in) and isn't there when you turn around to look at them? like, maybe she showed up on the great plateau when wild first woke up, was questioned by the king as to how she got there, she just hits him with a "don't worry 'bout it sweetheart," and sticks with wild until he's ready before literally disappearing once he lands on the ground outside the great plateau? then at some point, he finds her again, asks where she's been, and he gets hit with "i was out having fun and getting what i needed to be done," before sticking with him for a few more days and ultimately disappearing again

imagine if she just showed up in the lost woods while he was about to get the master sword and absolutely scared him with "you'll probably want to get more health for that. it'll knock a lot out of you." "how do you know?" "just know that i know and be thankful that i told you," before going off to trade with some koroks and disappearing??

or what if she's a good friend of link's (or lover. idk) that died over the course of the hundred years he's been asleep? she's a ghost like the king, but because she doesn't have to guide him and help him relearn things (the king took that upon himself), she's just there to keep him company? because either zelda or the gerudo (keeping the geurdo to my heart no matter what 🤞🏽) managed to turn her into a spirit/ghost that's not exactly similar to the champions in the sense she isn't stuck to one spot/person and has her own separate set of rules? maybe she's not able to be seen by anyone else except wild so he has to do this, that, and the third to not look insane when she's talking to him in front of people? then, when everything's said and done, she doesn't disappear like the champions or the king because she's was created by the gerudo/zelda?-- or, if zelda made her, she's significantly weaker than 100 years before (and grows weaker the longer wild takes to beat ganon) since zelda's grown weaker as well, but as time passes post-ganon's defeat, she grows stronger?

#faeries in the garden #the palace answers #im sorry my hyperfixation on dead people kicked in #if i warm up enough maybe ill draw the [name]s idk #had to bite back the urge to make mysterious [name] say ''worry about what zelda's gonna do with your coffin once she gets out'' #''i see that you're not doing what you need to be doing. instead you're out here.. torturing this korok like you're some woodsman and it's + #+ a tree. mh mh mh. anyways'' #and then she disappears again?? #mean [name]s are literally my favs #off topic but why are none of my loz ocs hylians 😭 #my one hylian oc doesnt even like being hylian 🗿 #i just got beef with hylians for some reason #i got beef with the kings name to #you could not pay me to spell ts out #behind the gerudo and ghost [name] thing; i see the gerudo as being really good with anything that's related to the deceased/dying as well + #+ as witchcraft because of twinrova/koume and kotake #but since botw/totk are basically disconnected from the rest of loz idk #Athena. Songbird. Atalanta. and Aphrodite

[nolzo]

you sit next to: nathaniel kurtzberg

this is a series where i make hcs about a character from miraculous sitting next to you. please request any characters you'd like from this fandom!!

nathaniel kurtzberg

- definitely does not talk to you for at least half of the first term

- mostly because he is easily intimidated and also he's just introverted

- however you guys begin talking when he finds out you also draw (sharing common interests!!!)

- extremely awkward talker. it does not get better the more you know each other. if anyone overhears any of y'all's conversations they'd think y'all just met regardless of how far you guys are in your friendship

- the easiest way you two get to know each other is doing dtiys (draw this in your style) challenges together during breaks

- basically analyzing each other's art style

- has actually stopped drawing to watch you draw once

- you caught him, he was embarrassed, you tried to reassure him that it was fine but he literally could not look at you in the eyes for the rest of the day (he got over it)

- will introduce his comic to you if you haven't heard of it already. even asks for criticisms, suggestions, or help for panels when he's not sure about them

"so in this panel mightillustrator is supposed to be, like, reaching? towards the page slash reader, but, um, i'm having a hard time with the perspective? it just looks like he has a really big hand. do you know how to, like, how to fix it?"

"well, firstly, references always help, and i'm assuming you're already using them so. uh, the panel you're trying to draw is foreshortening, and we're focusing on perspective. for me, it helps to draw lines in my figures to help plan the rest of the proportions. so, first, draw a line from the head to the feet, and it's fine if the line is a little curved. and then, a line from shoulder to the other, and from one side of the waist to the other. great, then draw the rest of the limbs like you're drawing a stick figure..."

- you're basically a lifesaver in his eyes

- shows you the new editions of the comic before it's released

- he introduces you to marc!! if you already know them, he invites you to hang out in the art room with them after school

- if you guys meet before marc and nathaniel are together, prepare to be unintentionally third-wheeling any hang outs between the three of y'all

- there is a chance (obligation) that you have to give nathaniel a number of pep talks to ask marc out

- you get the privilege of (kind of) playing matchmaker and get those two together

- if you guys get close enough, he'll invite you to hang out at his house and you get to meet his moms. they're incredibly sweet

- his room is full of figurines (cough cough there is a chat noir figurine somewhere) and posters (cough chat noir is again present) and sketchbooks (chat noir is there)

- nathaniel has a slight celebrity crush on a particular feline themed hero (it's chat noir. i stand on this.) because of this, you are subject to discussions (read: rants) about chat noir when you point out his presence in nathaniel's room

- do not mention this celebrity crush to anyone else. nathaniel will die quietly on the inside from embarrassment

- nathaniel wears eyeliner. he puts in on before class so you get to see the literal artistry he performs at his desk before m. bustier walks in

- you know those people that are superrrr good at eyeliner? that's nathaniel

- if you ask, he'll do your eyeliner for you (with your own eyeliner because sharing makeup isn't safe!!)

- a frequent hang out spot is the art room after school. alix, marc, mylene, and (occasionally) marinette are there so you guys get pretty close too

- ultimately, sitting next to nathaniel opens you to a world of dtiys challenges and exquisite eyeliner (and chat noir)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous lb #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous headcanon #akuma class #miraculous fanworks #nathaniel kurtzberg #you sit next to #nolzo

[queen-scribbles]

I truly would love to hear how Celebaros found his way to Edhelion from Mirkwood prior to the start of the game storyline and how he handled the fall of Edhelion 👀? If you don’t mind me asking of course!

Of course! I love talking about my children, especially when it lets me develop them.😁

Celebaros was traveling around with Talagan, his mentor/trainer, visiting several--widely spread--Elven cities, to see more of the world, learn about the different... communities, I guess you'd say, and how their surroundings combine with their immortality to give them differing perspectives on the world. Basically a cultural tour.

The plan was to spend a century or so in each city, trying to really gain an understanding of their cultural variations and ways of living with their surroundings. Rivendell is different from Mirkwood is different from Celondim etc etc. It was actually in Edhellond(first stop) that Celebaros started with the Warden training. He was already more inclined toward sword or spear than a bow, and it's a good balance of ranged--especially depending on your main weapon--and more melee "keep the enemy's attention on me and off others" fighting, and there's a flow to it that he really enjoys. Talagan helps him hone those, but it's not his forte(he seems more "magically" inclined in the Edhelion stuff, so that's my headcanon at least). Edhelion is the third stop on this trip, and they were maybe 2/3 of the way through their planned time visiting when Skorgrim attacked.

There was a sense of... disbelief the whole time he was helping fend off the Dourhands. In Mirkwood it's a more common thing to have to fight; the giant spiders and other things from the forest, and Orcs had started to be more of a problem. But Edhelion is a refuge, it's supposed to be safe and peaceful and quiet. For it to be attacked, and by Dwarves rather than Orcs or Goblins or something "evil" is so beyond the pale that while I wouldn't quite call it shock, Celebaros does half expect to wake up the whole way through the defense of the city. Like this is a bad dream or something, rather than reality. There's also a bit of righteous anger; how dare Skorgrim and his Dwarves think they have any right to the relics stored in Edhelion.

Watching Talagan sacrifice himself to protect the relics and end Skorgrim's threat(for the time being /cough) affected Celebaros deeply. Talagan was almost a secondary father figure to him, beyond being his master and mentor, so to stand by helplessly and watch him die in a needless battle with a Dwarven king seeking to steal immortality... that hurt lingers long. Even moreso after Elrond tells him Talagan wanted him safe, sent Elrond to aid Celebaros rather than stay and help him defend the library. He doesn't blame Elrond for it, he was following Talagan's wishes, and it was Skorgrim's greed that made it necessary in the first place. He does see himself as owing something to Talagan's memory, however. Honoring his sacrifice, so to speak, by carrying his memory while he travels, and always defending others, regardless of the risk to himself.

The loss of Edhelion was a similarly deep wound, and while he wasn't a scholar or archivist to feel it most keenly, Celebaros did grieve its fall. No one blamed him for seeming more focused on his personal loss than the city, but it was a bastion of elven culture and history and it was destroyed and that is worth mourning as well.

He continues on the journey alone, figuring a good way to start honoring Talagan's memory is completing the quest they'd set out on together. Rivendell is the final stop on this journey, and by the time he arrives Celebaros is... at peace with the loss, much as he can be. Rivendell is healing to the soul, and any lingering pain or grief is soothed by his time there. It's only a few months before his planned departure home that Elrond sends the Elven company to investigate what the Dwarves are doing around the ruins of Edhelion, and he asks to be part of this group. Given their shared bond to the tragedy of Edhelion's fall, it's not much of a surprised when Elrond agrees.

#queen in middle earth #celebaros #it's v interesting to me his view of this opposed to hal or hira (iri is not developed at all xD) in relation to their classes #and how it affects their views of things going forward

[michaelmilligan]

Grumpy

More Midam and cats. Read on AO3.

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The kitten was evil.

Of course, that was an exaggeration. Michael realized that. As a cat, the amount of ulterior motives Bastet could have was decidedly limited.

And yet. They always came to Adam and him when they were just trying to spend some time alone together. Every time the kitten came to them, Adam would get up, or at least take them into his lap. Because of this, cuddling and kissing time had been cut short significantly the last few days, and Michael hated it.

It went so far that Michael couldn't bear to see Adam playing with the cat in the kitchen, and went to the living room instead. Of course, he was still physically located in Adam's body and knew what was happening around him. But with his projection in a different room, it was somehow easier to ignore it.

Michael turned on the TV and started Netflix. Maybe watching She-Ra for the third time wouldn't solve his problems, but at least it would distract him. Besides, watching Adora turn into She-Ra always made Michael think of Adam's first reaction to it. Hey, it's like us. A blond human turning into a big, super buff person with a big sword?

While there was no 'transformation' involved when Michael and Adam passed control of their body back and forth, and the body didn't physically change, the comparison still held up. And Adam had smiled brightly while saying it, clearly pleased.

Of course there was also He-Man, who was similarly blond and had a huge sword, and additionally was called Adam. But they'd watched She-Ra first, after Jack had told them about it (who had apparently learned about it from Claire). So now Michael associated the She-Ra transformation with them.

Besides, none of the He-Man shows they had watched since then had Entrapta in it. Or Hordak. Or Entrapta and Hordak becoming lab partners. Clearly, She-Ra was superior.

The thing was, maybe the kitten was really evil. Because they sauntered into the room just as Entrapta made herself at home in Hordak's lab. And they wouldn't stop pestering Michael, meowing pitifully and prowling between his legs, with no regard for what was happening on-screen.

When they let out an especially pathetic sound, Michael eventually snapped. Picking up the offending animal, he said sternly: “What do you want?”

They curled up in his hands, seemingly content.

Adam had been giving Michael some space. He wasn't 100% sure what was wrong, but he had a hunch, since the part of Michael's feelings that had made it through before Michael had shut the connection off had been eerily similar to back when Adam had made his first friends after the cage.

It wasn't really reasonable to be jealous of a kitten, especially one that lived with them both. But sometimes, feelings weren't rational, especially when you'd grown up with an absent father who turned out to not give a damn about you. So Adam had kept his thoughts and feelings about the matter to himself and had given Michael the possibility to withdraw and try to figure things out himself.

Easier said than done when you share a body, of course. But Michael could isolate himself from Adam pretty well when he wanted, and while Adam could have pushed his own feelings through anyway, that wouldn't have helped. So, while it was lonely to be alone with his thoughts, and to not be able to share his joy while playing with Bastet, he'd managed. And then, after Bastet had grown bored of him, Adam had continued to manage all through making dinner.

But now he was getting too lonely. Not that he would share this with Michael. He didn't want to worry him. So instead of pushing at the ball of bright light within him (which was, ironically, curled up somewhat like a cat), Adam went to search for Michael's projection instead.

It didn't take long. Their apartment was nice and much bigger than what Adam could have afforded if he didn't have the help of an archangel and of the (back then, very temporary) God Jack, but there weren't that many rooms. Mainly, the kitchen, the living room, and the bed room. Since he'd come from the kitchen and had just checked the bedroom, Adam went to the living room next – and stopped in his tracks in the door.

Michael was lying on the couch, head angled in a way that would have surely given him a stiff neck if his body hadn't been a mere illusion (though it was still very, very solid and had lots of fun nerve endings to make use of in a variety of ways). But it wasn't so shocking that Michael was lying down, even though that was admittedly rare outside of bed.

The most perplexing thing was that Bastet was curled up on Michael's stomach. And they both seemed content to stay that way. Adam stared at them for a long moment. Then he grabbed his phone and took a few pictures.

“Stop that,” Michael eventually grumbled, though he made no move to stop Adam.

The slight movement of his body made Bastet stir, but they simply adjusted their position and then went back to sleep.

“But you're adorable,” Adam said, and opened his side of the connection again, joy and fondness and a little bit of playfulness working their way towards Michael.

In return, Michael gave the equivalent of a long-suffering sigh, but it was similarly laced with fondness. “I'm not adorable. Bastet may be, but I'm not.”

“Agree to disagree.” Adam moved to sit next to Michael's head, threaded his fingers through his hair.

Michael allowed it for a moment. Then: “You're blocking the TV.”

Snorting, Adam moved to lie down next to him instead, but Michael stopped him again. “You'll wake them up.” He gestured to the cat.

“Seriously?” Adam looked at him in bewilderment. A few minutes ago, Michael had pretty much hated the cat. And now he was worried about waking them up?

“Cats need a lot of sleep. Especially baby cats.”

“Well I need a lot of cuddling,” Adam argued.

It was only a part of Michael's feelings, but there was a clear indication of Now you know what it feels like.

Adam gasped and punched his arm. Bastet let out a noise of complaint.

“Seriously, you'll wake them up,” Michael repeated, but there was the hint of a smile on his face.

“I can't believe you two are already ganging up on me.” Adam sighed and moved to the other end of the couch. Michael propped his feet into his lap. Well. That was something, he supposed. “I love you, but for the record, I'll be demanding twice the cuddles once Bastet moves.”

Michael's grace sparkled with joy and amusement. “I can live with that.”

#Midam #Yes I am obsessed with them and the cat that I made up what about it #Scheduling this for later because I won't be home #Quick writing #Supernatural fanfiction

[danny-chase]

Me: Dick is a great leader, who’s incredibly competent, driven, capable, an expert in multiple fields, has led his teams to victory, trudged through hell and defeated the demon himself, and-

Also me: Dick is a feral cat who falls asleep in random places in Titans Tower after staying awake for 69 hrs straight, and has somehow convinced the group he must lead despite that he’s been brainwashed so many times that he only has three braincells left and they’re all running in different directions. 

#after reading so many titans comics i really need to know why on earth he's still in charge #like he got kidnapped and brainwashed by the same group of villains three times because he was like but what if guys - we snuck in #cue getting immediately caught because they fucking know who you are you dumbass #the last two times HE WENT IN ALONE #AND THIS WAS ALL IN THE SAME RUN #you'd think they'd stop him the third time at least... #HE LITERALLY GET'S HIMSELF THROWN ACROSS THE ROOMS BY TEAMATES IN SOME RUNS #AND EVERYONE LOOKS AT EACH OTHER AND SHRUGS LIKE EH IT'S JUST DICK BEING DICK #Everyone: ugh Nightwing keeps so many secrets he doesn't trust us he's basically Batman #Also everyone: nah actually we love you please don't ever leave us alone we don't have the authority to run the dishwasher without you #Dick: sorry i wasn't listening the voices in my head are telling me to plant some explosives in the foundation #these two things exist together in my mind and are not mutually exclusive XD #titans #dick grayson #nightwing