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GENERAL INFO ABOUT MIKE TRIO

All the Mikes act more-so as bodyguards with different roles to uplift Tenna.

SMALL MIKE/BATTAT

KEY POINTS:

-Elusive "Co-host" and spy for Mr.Tenna, does all of the surveillance around TV world as well as gathering intel on the Dreemurrs for Tenna's benefit.

-Dynamic with Mr. Tenna is somewhat flipped from the canon counterpart, Battat has a bit more leverage over him here. Though this dynamic wouldn't be outwardly admitted by Tenna, leaving it unspoken.

-Compared to his canon counterpart he is less concerned about only finding out who the real "Mike" is and is more concerned with uncovering Mr. Tenna's personal business. Which includes his past regarding Spamton. Becoming obsessed with finding out what had caused Mr.Tenna to change in the first place. Documenting everything.

-Helps to journal and create sensationalist headlines for Tenna.

GENERAL PERSONALITY:

-Smug, vain, overconfident, somewhat superficial. Deeply juxtaposed to canon Battat, he assumes he knows everything and knows it best, especially when it’s about Mr. Tenna.

-Due to being around and monitorting Mr. Tenna so much, Tenna's traits have somewhat naturally “rubbed off” on Battat. Especially in times of stress Battat tends to mimic his behaviors.

-He feels entitled about Tenna, wanting Tenna all to himself (like canon Battat) and is technically successful in doing so (unlike canon Battat) but at the cost of a skewed dynamic.

-Somewhat mirroring Mr. Tenna's loss of identity, he's lost himself in the entire Mike facade and has lost himself by being so absorbed with Tenna's past.

-Generally a bad influence on Tenna alongside Ramb (enabling the changes that caused Tenna to lose himself in the first place and spiral down into isolation as well as the tactics he uses to keep eyes on himself).

-No better than the fanatic Pippins, he's taken the concept to the extreme.

-Is still an emotional rock to Tenna here and heavily relied upon, deeply trusted by Tenna for better or for worse considering all of the past info he has kept on Tenna unbeknownst to him.

CAT MIKE/PLUEY

(Shadow Guy Design by Velvet)

KEY POINTS:

-Mike Trio's costume designer, Mr. Tenna's personal tailor, and stylist.

-Designed the Mike costumes and Tenna's "new" outfit (the current one he wears after giving into Ramb’s suggestions). Most trusted Mike he often goes to for (literally) keeping up appearances.

-Probably the most similar to his canon counterpart out of the three Mikes, mostly here for fun, enjoying the promotion from costume designer to Tenna’s personal stylist that he gets in this role.

GENERAL PERSONALITY:

-A bit more bold and "forward" in comparison to his canon counterpart's laid back and reserved attitude. Doesn't keep to himself as much and moreso nosy.

-He gets along incredibly well with Battat, unlike canon they're much more tightly knit due to their similar personalities. Especially since Pluey doesn't actually want to be personally involved with Tenna's feelings and emotional needs, allowing Battat to fully monopolize it.

(This in no way stops Tenna from still finding him cute, which Pluey is flattered by.)

-The Mike that Battat considers the most helpful in terms of gathering information and just knowing what others are saying about him.

COWBOY MIKE/JONGLER

(Zapper Design by Velvet)

KEY POINTS:

-The Mike who takes their role as bodyguard seriously.

-Although they're not versed at the whole gathering intel or reconnaissance like Battat is, they make sure to keep everything in physical order, ensuring Mr. Tenna's Safety and Privacy.

-Because of their clashing roles, intent, and personalities- Battat and Jongler do not get along well. Jongler was under the impression that the Mikes were here to aid Tenna, they weren’t really prepared for Battat spiraling into uncovering Tenna’s past and trying to co-host the whole show alongside him.

-Leaning more into an "Outlaw" Persona, they’re more imposing here and a little less “airheaded” than canon Jongler.

GENERAL PERSONALITY:

-More quiet and reserved compared to their canon counterpart. Willingly refuses to listen to Battat's commands, sometimes going out of their way to do the complete opposite. (Thinking of the bit in the actual Mike battle)

-For this reason, they have the better sense of humor of the three.

-The only Mike who feels a bit guilty about the vice grip that Battat and the idea of "Mike" in general has over Mr.Tenna. Feeling especially bad about the whole ruse, including Battat knowing and digging though Mr.Tenna's past and secrets.

-For this reason, when they're the Mike-of-the-Day they keep any new revelations they find out about Mr.Tenna secret from Battat, which can lead to arguments and infighting.

-Ultimately they are willingly still a part of the Mike Trio. They can be amiable and silly with the other two.

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tenna is a character that carries some rather incredible literal power to him, no doubt. likely one of the most physically powerful darkners we see outside of the shadow bosses. he has literal reality bending powers (including being able to split the screen in two), the ability to teleport himself + others, is implied to be able to see into the lightworld more directly, is physically VERY large, and seemingly has lightning powers. he's kind of overpowered if you think about it too hard! but this isn't necessarily where he lacks in power.

Tenna is the "boss" of TV world - he made it, he 'rules' it, but we have never actually see him use these powers against his workers specifically, and even against the lightners he only uses them during moments of extreme duress (doomboard where he is having an active psychological break, and his battle - his very last resort, in which he is still for the most part making you play minigames instead of actively fighting with bullets and whatnot). Rarely does he ever seem to actually use these powers much outside of just making things "fun" unless he is forced to, like we see in chapter 3 when contextualized by Sword Route.

Despite being the boss of this world + the literal manager-type boss in charge of his darkners, he lacks any sort of real bite beyond his passive aggression and his need to micromanage. His employees don't really cower in fear to him - they don't hold much respect for him.

Any authority he may have had gets undermined rather notably when we see his employees perfectly comfortable goofing off on the clock, stealing from his bonus zone Right in front of him, and or beating him up even under threat of being fired / not being paid. AND they're unionized (mostly putting here because this is incredibly funny to me. sorry. tv world being unionized is genuinely unbelievably funny to me). They're not actively scared of him because they know he's not really going to go through with any actual punishment.

i see him get compared to a CEO pretty regularly and sure: yes, technically, he is the one running his studio. But, at least in my opinion, he's much more comparable to a middle manager type, all things considered. he may be the director and the one running his show, but he still answers to the powers that be. He's at the whims of whoever is above him much like any other darkner, but being TV in the living room - the ones who can change the channel, the ones in charge of his ratings, are the ones who truly call all the shots: His lightners most notably. or the censors. or whathaveyou.

He's like a hardass theatre director, and he's a hardass for a reason - if his performers slip up, its lights out for HIM! He doesn't even force his workers to stay even with his possible ability to trap people in gacha balls. he Lets them leave. The only thing he does when his workers start actually leaving is get on his knees and beg for help.

and if you wanna talk about what literal television is emboldened to follow behind as well, things like ads and sponsorships also have a hand in controlling television. As im sure everybody is aware we all know quite well that spamton and tenna had, at the *very* least, a business partnership (if not more). Rather frequently i see depictions of their relationship with a power imbalance in Tenna's favor - he's the big boss, so of course, he must be the one to hold more persuasion in that relationship! but i would like to propose that the power pendulum might actually have been more in Spamton's favor, realistically.

While we don't have a completely solid timeline about their relationship (and likely never really will), based on the way tenna talks about spamton, it can be assumed that he met him during or after spamton's rise to fame. This is something that can be deduced due to much of their relationship seemed to involve Tenna's desire to know Spamton's secret to success - to becoming a Big Shot - more specifically. At the point of their meeting, it was very likely that Tenna was already beginning his downswing and desperation to become relevant to his family again.

He needed someone new, somebody who knew money: an ad guy. A sponsor. And Spamton was a business owner, a car dealer, in the big shiny Cyber City - a person with political power (lobbyist), with a room in the Queen's mansion. Someone with powerful allies. Somebody who could leave at any time if he wanted; he was part of that laptop after all. He was a guy with much to offer, while what Tenna could offer was to... put him on TV. he could only ever offer himself.

Tenna was seeking Spamton's own Wizard of Oz, and Spamton could never ever actually tell Tenna the truth - that everything was always built on a lie, that much of his success was borrowed from elsewhere. It's one of many close-kept secrets that Spamton kept; including his own very nature as a spam email, lest he reveal his hand. Pushing off actually telling Tenna about newer technologies like he'd promised.

Whether he intentionally did it or not, Spamton held this information above Tenna's head long enough that he grew desperate to ensure he would stick around, and drafted up that contract in an attempt to finally catch hold of that secret. This isn't to say the two never cared for one another: i do personally absolutely think they did. And I don't think Spamton would have ever agreed to sign the contract if he didn't genuinely care. He broke his deal, ran out after that phone call somewhere Tenna could never follow (big box tethered to a wall and all), and left his business partner completely in the dark and even seemingly taking Mike along with him.

... and mike. We still don't really know any conclusion on the real Mike, not yet anyways. We know Mike was maybe spamtons friend, maybe tenna's friend. Was he ever even real? Is he made up? Who's mike? Who knows! But what we do know is that a fake (later joined by two more) stepped into his place in the wake of Spamton's absence. and who took up the mantle of whatever role they thought mike took, and even some roles seemingly... outside of old mike's wheelhouse.

i've spoken more in depth about this here before but, regardless of whether Mike did so before, the fake Mikes end up in a position where they are, in effect, taking care of Tenna (see above quote). Regardless of whatever relationship Mike had before, he has become something of a caretaker for him and by his own admission, Mike is acting as a therapist to him. And as such has been subjected to some of Tenna's darkest and most vulnerable thoughts, with Tenna not truly knowing who Mike is under that suit. And is enabling the shock therapy. Can't forget the shock therapy.

At best, this is 3 strangers posing as somebody who is meant to be his friend, and at worst - he's facing caregiver mistreatment / abuse by 3 strangers posing as someone meant to be his therapist. I do think the Mikes genuinely do care for Tenna but the neglect + carelessness still has a massive effect on him regardless.

The reason why I personally don't think Tenna knows the Mike truth is that I don't think he would have any reason to say anything about the spamton contract + deal during the chapter 5 mike room cutscene if he DID know. if he DID know they were posers, I don't think he'd be referring so directly to the event considering the mikes (or at least small mike) don't know who spamton is. tenna is also a character struggling to see reality as is (something he actively says during the mike cutscene as seen above! but is also evident within his behavior during ch3 where he loses grip on reality around him during his breakdown) and as such i personally do not believe he actually knows the mikes are faking.

The fake Mikes, as much as they act as employees for Tenna in their normal role / under their assumption that Mike was also an employee, still hold power over him as characters literally in charge of his therapy - "Mike" is his caregiver. And regardless of whether Tenna knows they are fake or not, the Mikes are continuing to keep up this lie to Tenna; again, holding information over his head to "appease" him or keep him easy to work with.

The chapter 5 mike room scene isn't the first time we see 'mike' threaten to leave either, considering he does it in chapter 3 when everyone else leaves (and well. real mike has already been gone!) - something i am sure the mikes are aware of being a vulnerability for tenna, but is still used as a threat against him. even if its not on purpose, it is a way in which they hold power over him. This is again, a theme I've talked about before here but: he's treated like an obstacle, like a danger to people around him (regardless of whether he is or not!) instead of like a person.

It's also not the last time we see Tenna taken advantage of or otherwise lied to. It's actually a rather consistent pattern for him! We see it with Spamton, we see it with the Mikes, and we also see this with his deal with Kris (and the Knight by extension), even if Kris also did not want to be in this position either. And we see this later in castle town, where he gets put into a situation where spades is taking advantage of his desperation.

One last thing as part of this equation that i find gets missed a lot in some takes regarding Tenna is the reveal during sword route that he is essentially being held at gunpoint (or well… sword point). It re-contextualizes Tenna's choices and behavior within the chapter. most people pick up that theres something amiss with how tenna is acting but may not end up seeing the pay off if they don't end up playing or watching sword route play out when we find out that he has some sort of deal with kris and later we find out more of the exact terms of this deal during the cutscene leading up to his fight.

That it was very likely, with how Tenna within the game speaks, that he was threatened with being unplugged or turned off again (something he is characterized to be afraid of). He's not really extending his boards and games for attention (he actively gets annoyed / more strained at having to keep adding them on). He's stalling for time and waiting for the knight to show up. And waiting. and waiting. If he doesnt distract the gang, if he doesn't keep toriel locked away, he will be Turned off. Unplugged. Thrown away.

He's an immensely physically powerful darkner, possibly one of the most powerful beyond the shadow bosses, and is the head of his darkworld. But he is completely at the whims of what the people around him do; his lightners, his workers, his partners, his friends, his caretakers. his kid, kris. The power dynamics one may expect out of him as this powerful boss are flipped. His lightners don't know he's there, his workers don't respect him and treat him like an obstacle, his friends still leave him despite seeing his vulnerability, he still gets lied to, manipulated, and kept in the dark.

And of course:

♡ hes always too excited about any physical contact with you and gets feral during buildup. kissing turns into licking turns into dry humping with your clothes still halfway on. he gets so flustered and desperate he’ll just pin you somewhere and hump with shaky rhythm

♡ well, Mr Ant Tenna’s quite a busy man and. . . he doesn’t mean to do it against a wall or a desk or inside the studio but he’s in too deep. it starts with you pulling on his tie, pressing kisses to the parts of his screen. so he just shoves papers off the desk and drags you up by your thighs, can easily pin you with one hand

♡ oh and about his tie. play with it! he’s already on his knees. that thing is a leash, tbh. Tenna also loves when you grab the knot and use it to pull his screen closer. or you undo it slowly while straddling him! or you wear it yourself after sex. . . he’s so painfully gone over you it’s embarrassing

♡ he is big and tall and he doesn’t know what to do with his body. he keeps apologising for being heavy or wide and you have to keep grabbing him, pulling his hands back, assuring him “baby if you don’t shut the fuck up and use that size i’m gonna cry”, he's really excited when he realises you like how big he is

♡ and while we're talking about his size i want to say that his hands are massive too, stupidly big. if you try to lace fingers, he swallows yours whole. or if try to jerk him off with both hands, he still ends up helping, one big paw folded over yours while he’s gasping through his teeth pleasepleasepleasethisistoogood. (oh so that’s how Spamton felt, huh)

♡ of course i think he likes it when you look at him. so, Tenna is obsessed with eye contact. he doesn’t even have eyes in the normal sense, but that screen locks on you everytime. he gets kinda whiny if you close your eyes because he wants to see you take him

♡ he is very very needy! you have no pity for this pathetic tv with abandoned issues if you're teasing him :( Tenna will whimper if you’re not touching him. i think he’d dry-hump your leg if you teased him too long, because his whole programming is just fasterfasterfasterneedneedneed. it’s like a dog that needs to be walked every day or he explodes.

♡ Tenna is SO scared of breaking you. he apologises every thrust, testing if you’re okay, but you love the stretch and that basically fries him alive. he’ll try to be soft until you order him to go harder, and then he absolutely destroys you with a half-panicked “s-sorry sorry sorry sorry“ while still pounding you so good you can’t breathe (oh so that’s how Spam- agh fuck it)

♡ likes to fill you up. oh he’s a breeding kink machine, although he is most likely unfamiliar with such concept, but even if it’s just dirty talk, smth about “g-gonna keep you stuffed, sweetheart” while he’s so flustered, rutting into you so he can feel everything, is so on brand for him

♡ he’s so overwhelmed he switches like three times in five minutes. riding? reverse riding? back to missionary? maybe doggy? he just doesn’t know what to do with his hands and wants to see everything, so he ends up grabbing you constantly until you pin him down. cannot do long positions!

♡ remember, Tenna needs a lot of verbal reassurance. he’d get way too in his head, constantly panicking that he’s hurting you or that you don’t really want him. so always be sure to tell him at least once “you’re so good, baby, you’re perfect” or simply say you love tv. . . he'll eat it up

♡ i think he's very sloppy like. . . he has no rhythm when he’s too turned on. he’ll try to go slow but end up rutting into you in erratic thrusts because of your little sounds. Tenna never expected you to be so warm and so soft around him, it’s almost embarrassing how easily he loses composure, screen changing between static and bright error messages.

♡ ohhhh he definitely has an overstimulation kink, no doubt he’s a mess for it. you riding him until he’s babbling nonsense, gripping your hips but too weak to stop you, moaning so loud you’d think he’s in pain

♡ clingy!! so so clingy, this man is chronically clingy. he’s busy and he’s got paperwork. he’s working, okay? but if you even hint that you’re walking away, It's more than painful for him, so all your attempts to leave end with him grabbing your wrist, begging you to stay. Tenna wants to be touching you at all times, pinkies linked, your legs over his lap, your arm around his shoulder while he’s chain-smoking and filling out forms. he’ll crawl into bed with you and make full-body contact

♡ im like 1000% sure Tenna is a giver. loves to please you, eats you out and moans while doing it, curling his fingers against your thighs, scared he’ll be pulled away too soon. i mean . . . he’ll go down on you for hours. take breaks just to rest his screen against your stomach and nuzzle you before diving back in.

♡ never be quiet with him, please. he’ll beg you to say something to let him know how good he’s doing.

♡ oh i think Tenna prefers his tv screen covered in your lipstick prints, handprints, sweat, etc. uguhhg. . . imagine licking the glass mid sex

♡ suit stays on. mostly. he gets flustered undressing, but unbuttons enough for you to shove your hand down and feel how hot he is under all those layers

♡ please don't think that he is a pervert but. . . the idea of fucking you somewhere you might get caught or you touching him under the desk, his screen would be one endless strobe of error messages. he’d still let you though

♡ Tenna really likes it when his buttons are touched. play with the knobs, wires, trace the ridges of his screen, put your fingers in the vents. he’s sensitive everywhere.

♡ he just has the most massive praise kink imaginable. whenever you have sex you always hear how beautiful, cute, gorgeous, perfect you are, too good to be true. Tenna gets too hot and overwhelmed during the process, so he immediately starts thanking you, just like that

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Fujin tried his hardest to appear calm and collected as he walked towards (Y/n)’s private quarters. Of course upon arriving there, he knew the door would be locked. A habit they tended to have whenever they felt overwhelmed. A part of Fujin wished they would seek him instead of isolating themselves to deal with everything on their own. It pained him knowing they’d prefer to suffer in silence, fearing to be a bother to anyone else.

For the first time, Fujin hesitated. The greyish colour of the door staring back at him as if mocking his uncertainty. When his knocking went unanswered, Fujin sighed. His needs to make sure they were alright, took control of him. He’d prefer his partner to be mad at him for barging in then leaving them on their own. Unlocking the door was a mere child’s play for the god who used his ability against the lock.

Steam filled the room as the sound of running water could be heard coming from the bathroom. Making sure the door was locked once more, Fujin made his way toward the sound. The sight that fell upon his eyes nearly shattered him. A messy pile of clothes and tactical gear were scattered across the floor, like one would have removed their clothes had they been set on fire. The shower curtain had been ripped open in a hurry, leaving some of its hinges hanging loosely in the air. (Y/n) was sitting underneath the shower spray, head between their knees. Despite the warm water dripping across their body, (Y/n) was shivering, their shoulders rocking in tandems with the soft whimpers escaping their lips. The wind god gently kneeled in front of them. In a matter of time, Fujin was soaked but he couldn’t care less at that moment.

Placing a careful hand on their arm, Fujin watched as (y/n) startled upon contact but relaxed once their eyes met. Fresh tears fell from their bloodshot eyes. No words left their mouths, their eyes speaking for them. Just as carefully, Fujin brought them into his arms, their naked body crashing against his fully clothed one. (Y/n)’s arms wrapped around his waist, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly, as if holding on for dear life. Head hidden in the crooked of his neck,(Y/n) wept in silence occasionally letting a small whimper escape their lips. Fujin rocked them gently while rubbing soothing patterns on their back. Reassuring words whispered into the crown of their head. At that moment, nothing mattered more for the wind god than giving his partner the comfort they needed, to be the anchor in the sea of sorrow.

Later, when the water turned cold and the whimpers were scarce, Fujin turned off the faucet and, using the wind, brought a towel to wrap around them. At one point, Fujin left to grab a fresh pair of clothes, promising to come back as quickly as he left.

Tucked underneath tin military sheets, their body safely wrapped around two strong arms, (Y/n) let their eyes drift close. In the quietness of the room, Fujin spoke.

"There is no rush to move on, for you to grieve , no matter what the military might expect of you." Tightening his hold on (Y/n), Fujin pressed a soft kiss on their forehead.

"But know this, however long you take and every step of the way, I will be by your side whenever you need me."

Kuai Liang

(Feeling worthless)

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Feeling worthless 

The training at the Lin Kuei temple was a harsh one.

It was difficult both physically and oftentimes mentally.

Add to that the cold environment and you had the perfect condition to feel demoralised rather quickly.

You were training among other Lin Kuei students one snowy day.

No matter what you did,  you kept eating snow. 

Cuts and bruises painted your body

You tried your hardest to fight against your opponent but it always ended up the same.

Once the training finished, you bowed politely at your adversary while trying your best not to show how hurt you were.

The walk back to your room felt much longer than usual.

You had a small hope that you could hide your failure from your partner.

After all, it wouldn't do good for the Grandmaster's reputation to have a partner failing in training.

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Footsteps echoed in the quiet corridors of the Lin Kuei temple.Having just finished his business for the day, Kuai Liang walked in the direction of his shared bedroom. Thoughts of a warm shower in the back of his mind.

Upon arriving at his destination and stepping inside, the grandmaster frowned.The lights were closed, all except the one coming from the adjacent bathroom. Sounds of running water filled the otherwise completely silent room.

The grandmaster took his time undressing, neatly folding his clothing into a pile on the bed. Once only his underwear remained, he walked into the bathroom.

The room was smaller compared to the bedroom. A double sinks counter adorned the left wall alongside a giant mirror. On the right was the shower and further down the toilet. The shower was big enough for two adults to stand next to each other. Which worked for Kuai since said shower was already occupied by his partner.

(Y/n) was standing beneath the hot spray, one hand placed on the wall as if to keep them from falling down. They seemed oblivious of Kuai's presence, too engrossed in their own mind.

Taking off his underwear, the cryomancer entered. Carefully placing a hand between (y/n)'s shoulder blades, Kuai tried to hide the smile as he felt them startled.

"You're back."

Slowly turning to face him, Kuai Liang took notes of every single bruise on their body. His hand traces over the fresh cuts, sliding gently to another once he was finished mapping the previous one.

" I had hoped you wouldn't see them." Puzzled eyes searched for (y/n)'s ones.

"What troubles you, my love?"

(Y/n) refused to look at Kuai, feeling ashamed of their failure.Doubt clawing at the back of their mind alongside a nasty feeling inside their stomach. Silence settled between the two as Kuai waited for his love to voice their worries. Eyes observing the closed face of his partner unnerved him.It was rare for (Y/n) to close themselves around him, to try and hide whatever was plaguing their mind.

Eventually, (Y/n) glanced his way. Seeing the worry in the cryomancer's eyes and feeling the tender touch of his hand on their chest, (Y/n) sighed.

" I failed the training. Couldn't even land a hit on them. I-" Leaning against the back wall, away from the falling water and Kuai’s gentle touch. In an attempt to soothe themselves, (Y/n) crossed their arms, wincing. "What would people think of you, if I keep losing fights?"

Kuai frowned at his partner's words. The grandmaster couldn’t care less about what others would think of him. Kuai could see the worry in his partner’s eyes, the way their failure was affecting them.Moving so he could place his hands on (y/n) waist, Kuai wanted nothing more than to remove that expression from his lover’s face.

"The Lin Kuei will never think lowly of you even if you fail some training."

Kuai brought his lips to their jaw and kissed the dark bruises alongside it. He felt them shivered as he left a trail of kisses down their neck, making sure to kiss every single bruise. The grandmaster went back to their lips after a while, making sure to show his love for his partner as they kissed slowly.

" I will never think lowly of you, no matter what." He said as he leaned his forehead against theirs. Holding their body against his, avoiding the bruised part as much as possible, Kuai Liang tried to convey how much he cared deeply for them. How his feelings would never change in that regard. Every time (Y/n) attempted to argue against that, the cryomancer would kiss them, refusing to hear his partner think for a second that they weren’t worthy of being with him.

“My love for you is unconditional and nothing would change that.”

The grandmaster knew that their insecurity wouldn’t leave so easily. The burden of being his partner, always present on their shoulders. But Kuai wouldn’t let them wallow in it, to be crushed by their dark thoughts of being a failure.He made a vow that night, to help (Y/n) conquer over these walls they placed around themselves.

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You sat on the sofa sipping at your drink, eyes staring at John with amusement. Still in his costume, your lover walked in circle while biting his nail. He looked ridiculous in your eyes. All those fake muscles and the cape were too much. He looked always better naked, natural, and not so fake.

- “You are going to get yourself dizzy, my love. Just get out of those ridiculous clothes and come sit with me.” You said, waving your hand to show his costume. “We have so little time together, I would prefer having you by my side than whatever you are doing right now.”

John stared at you, eyes glowing red and you just laughed at him. You weren't scared, never was, because John couldn't kill you. No one could. It was part of your power, your curse, but in a moment like this, it was a blessing. Watching your lover get worked up for nothing was funny.

- “How can you laugh in such a situation?” John asked, voice hissing at you as you rolled your eyes. “Its a disaster! I cannot be seen like… like…”

- “Like the man you truly are?” You finished his sentence, sighing. “John, no one cares about that picture. Everyone will call it fake and those who don't, well who cares? Just discredit them and forget about it.”

John said nothing and looked away, his eyes back to normal. You shook your head as he kept walking around the room, trying to find a solution. You didn't understand him. Why come to you when you couldn't help when you were the source of this situation? Well, you weren't fully responsible. It wasn't you who had decided to kiss on a rooftop where anyone could see, that had been John.

And now there was a picture of you two kissing, your hands squeezing Homelander’s ass, circulating around the internet. It was, for you, hilarious. For John? The end of the world was happening.

- “Can't you stop being overly dramatic for five minutes?” You asked, harsher than you wanted.

You gasped in surprise as the back of your head hit the floor, hard, making you see stars. John had pined you down after knocking over the sofa and sat on you. You shivered, licking your lips as you plunged your gaze into his glowing one.

- “And can't you take it seriously for once? Don't you realize how serious the situation is for me? I am supposed to be perfect with no weaknesses and I can not be seen like that with another man.” John spat, his hand grabbing your chin painfully tight.

- “But you are not perfect John and you'll never be!” You replied with a sneer.

It was the wrong answer because next thing you knew John punched you and pain exploded in your jaw. Blood splashed all over your lover and you as your jaw hit the wall and fell onto the ground. From anger, John expression turned to horror as he realized what he had done. From amused, you became enraged.

You didn't gave John any chance and kicked him in the chest, sending the sup flying against the ceiling. You watched your lover fall loudly on the ground as you got up, spilling blood all over the place. You closed your eyes, pain swallowing you up as nerves, bones and everything else slowly regrew. Tears slowly rolled down your cheeks as you felt like your lower jaw was burning in the fiery pits of Hell.

You heard John begging, swearing he didn't mean to hurt you like that and you didn't care. What mattered was how he still did it.

You opened your eyes staring angrily at the hero still lying on the ground. You walked up to him and saw John tensing and closing on himself before you grabbed the man by the collar. Without a word, you back-slapped like he was a bitch, splitting open his lip before grabbing his jaw like he did to you. You leaned down until your nose brushed his.

- “Listen here you pathetic excuse of a man; you are nothing. You are not a hero, you are not perfect and you are not an inspiration. The only thing you are is a childish man who can't take no for an answer and can't live without the approval of the world.” Your words hit home as you saw tears building up in John’s eyes and you sneered again. “You are pathetic. Truly pathetic. The world loves the fake image of you and would turn on you at the first opportunity. Their love is conditional unlike mine and yet you chose those worms over me. I who had always been here for you no matter what. I who helped you bond with your bastard son and helped you when no one wanted to. I bloodied my hands for you! And after everything that how you thank me?”

Venom filled your words as you stared at your lover. John was silently crying and looked away, not daring to look at you. You felt betrayed, and humiliated. You did so much for that man child and he turned against you so easily. You didn't want to see him anymore, wanted him gone from your sight.

- “Think about it John. Who will take care of you when you are old and your body is betraying you? Who will be there for you when the world cheer for a younger and more attractive hero? Them? Your so-called fans? No. They won't, but I would have.” You said, turning your back to him as you walked away. “Now get out.”

- “I’m sorry! I didn't…” John tried but stopped as you turned your head, eyes filled with anger.

- “GET OUT.” You snarled.

And just like that John was gone. A soft breeze caressed your face after he flew away. Sighing, you cleaned the room and threw away your jaw. The pain still lingered and you massaged your chin before sighing. You hated fighting with John like that, but recently it was every other day. The more time passed the more he became unhinged and impulsive. You could barely recognize the man who sought love and attention, the man who melted under your hands at night seemed gone.

It was late that night when John came back. He didn't call, didn't text. He just showed up. You were in bed reading a book in the light of a candle when you heard your front door opening. Only John had a spare so you knew it was him.

He didn't come up directly and you ignored him. You were still angry at his stunt and, frankly, didn't wish to see him. Not right now, not tomorrow. But there he was, walking into your home as if it was his.

After a few minutes, you heard John walking up the stairs and coming toward your room. You didn't look up when he entered nor when he called your name with a timid and soft voice. Instead you clenched your book harder.

- “I thought I told you to get the fuck out of my house, John. What are you doing here?” You asked, voice cold as you turned the page of your book.

Your lover didn't answer. Instead, John approached the bed and put down a mix of things; a gift basket filled with your favorite snacks and drinks and another full of books. Sighing, you closed your book and turned your attention on John.

There he stood in civilian clothes and his head low. His eyes were still red and puffy from crying. Had you not been angry at him you would have hugged John. But you were still pissed off.

- “I am so sorry for what I did and said.” John whispered, looking away as he sat on the edge of the mattress. “I have no excuses and you are right. You've always been there for me and you didn't deserve any of this, but I did.”

You could see tears in his eyes and the sight was almost pitiful. Of course, John couldn't live up with what he did and would regret his actions. You didn't. The brat had deserved your words and hands.

- “I don't want… I can not lose you…” John whispered so low that you barely heard it.

You sighed and leaned back against your pillows, crossing your arms and studying him. John was clearly remorseful and you knew he had his lesson, for now at least. Shaking your head you gently tapped the mattress next to you and John didn't wait to lay down. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face against your chest. You brushed his blond hair with your fingers, heart almost getting softer as you saw how happy he was now.

- “You are losing me, John. I don't know what the fuck is going on with you, but stop it. I don't have the patience to deal with your childish tantrum just because a picture of us leaked on the internet. We are celebrities, it's going to keep happening.” You said and your lover held you tighter. “Hush now. I forgive you this time, but I might not give you another chance.”

John nodded and didn't let go. You kept brushing his hair and let your fingers down his neck. He was cold, colder than normal and you could feel his heartbeat racing. He was scared and terrified which pleased you. Maybe he wouldn't go against you anymore, maybe he would stop thinking he could do as he wished.

After all, he was your pet, yours to use as you wished and you couldn't have a bad dog by your side. As much as you loved John, you didn't want him if he was to lose his mind and become a liability. But at that moment he looked so small and delicate in your arms, almost broken and you couldn't resist him.