#it takes two pt 1 rewatch

[anonymousyellowlizard]

"this is the end of you and me" ~

[guardianspirits13]

Me after any story introduces twins named Castor and Pollux googling the myth so I remember which one is gonna die

[rikkii0]

10 things I hate about you ⋆˚꩜｡ hockey player! gojo x alt! reader

pt. 1/2

pairing ｡𖦹°‧ college au - hockey player! gojo x reader

summary : getting accepted into one of the ivy league universities was supposed to be you getting the best education you could get, not the centerpiece of a bet created by none other than the hockey team, the players challenge satoru that he can't make you fall for him in 10 days in which he allows his pride take over to go out of his way to take on the bet thinking it would be easy. what he didn't expect was to fall for you instead, but after you find out his ulterior motives, your trust in him shatters and so does his heart. now with the truth out, he is now more determined than ever to get you back, but this time, he isn't playing games.

warnings/tags .ᐟ.ᐟ fluff, angst, brief smut, college au, this fic is based on the film '10 things I hate about you', partial angst with readers father regarding sickness, reader is low income.

wc . 10k

a/n ꪆৎ this is a rewrite of one of my old fics, so you might recognize some scenes that I reused. remembered I wrote it after rewatching 10 things I hate about you. if you see any typos, ignore them. out of sight out of mind. song for this fic : no one noticed by the marias.

transferring from a community college to one of the top 10 universities was a huge step for you. you weren't even sure how you did it. but those two years of attending your local community college that wasn't even ten minutes away from your house paid off. one that made you feel ashamed in going since it felt like a detour from your actual goals.

growing up, you promised your family members that they'd see you majoring in the best schools and in becoming something they would be proud of to call a daughter. thats why you studied so hard in grade school, getting the best grades not allowing them to go below an 85%. but after your mother left shortly after your father got diagnosed with cancer. your dreams had to take a backseat to allow you to become the backbone of your family that consisted of you, your father, and your two younger brothers.

money came in short with your minimum paying job and it just wasn't enough to pay off any college funds. your brother who just turned sixteen always helped you out with groceries and bills now that your father retired from his job, after you forced him to, making sure he was taken care of at all times. hospital bills were also pricey, sometimes your insurance wouldn't cover all the costs and they had to be paid directly from your personal money.

so after applying to yale and actually receiving an acceptance letter in the mail a week after had you trembling in both excitement and fear. you were happy you could finally get the education you've been longing for, but on the other hand you wouldn't want to leave all the responsibility to your brother. he disagreed and encouraged your dreams instead when you sat him down to talk.

"y/n you've always been wanting to go to university. im sixteen now, im not the ten year old you know anymore, I am more than willing to take care after dad and matt."

you let out a sigh as you averted your gaze back down to the letter in your hands. the bold lettering called out your name and you tried to resist. but you couldn't.

"anything happens, you call me immediately." you firmly ordered. the pink haired boy chuckled, the corner of his lips lifted up as well as the corners of his eyes wrinkled before nodding. "got it."

thats how you found yourself packing the last bit of your shirts. no matter how hard you tried to, you just couldn't help the bit of tears that spilled from your eyes. you paused, letting out a shaky breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you looked down to see the soft face of your brother, Matt.

"sissy dont cry. me papa and yuji will be okay!" he promised.

you knelt down to wrap your arms around him as well, holding onto the warmth you were going to leave behind in a few hours. then, another pair wrapped around you both, a much stronger set of arms, then another, your fathers, who was weaker than before but still full of love. before you knew it, your whole family was cuddling together in the comfort of your own room.

no words were exchanged for a few minutes.

"ill miss those blueberry pancakes you make" your father whispered, making everyone giggle. you raised your head up, propping it on top of matt.

"ill leave the recipe for you guys."

your father placed a small delicate peck on your forehead.

airports were your least favorite method of transportation. you couldn't handle hearing the incoherent voice in the speakers call out the plane that was about to board in twenty minutes, or the panicked looks on peoples faces when they realize they booked the wrong flight, or the people just in general, so many people. the whole process was messy and annoying.

your family walked you to where the escalators headed up to your gate. with a sigh, you turned to face them watching as they held back tears. "ill miss you guys." a beat passed. then another. and you found yourself in another family hug.

it was still weird with the missing pair of warm arms that belonged to your mother. but looking back, maybe they weren't warm at all. they were always cold and empty whenever you hugged her. you reminded yourself that she left willingly. you quickly pushed those negative thoughts behind, not wanting to think about her when you had the next best four years of your life right ahead of you.

"call me if you need anything." you said with your voice more steady.

your father nodded before everyone let go at the sound of the speakers calling out your gate number. with one final look and a last goodbye, you stood on the escalators holding back tears of your own.

if the process of checking into the airport wasn't annoying enough, the next five hours boarding the plane itself would be. the man snoring next to you couldn't be any louder, the baby crying behind you wouldn't shut up, and the women gossiping in front of you was the only source of entertainment you could get.

but it all came to this. yale. the beautiful sight of the university's campus. you took it all in, seeing how students walked in with luggages or boxes of their own with the assistance of their parents or friends.

the sun casted a glow on the building itself making it appear straight out of a movie. you stood there for a moment, continuing to take it all in before your main character moment was interrupted by someone bumping into you.

he had white hair that resembled snow itself. he stumbled a bit before regaining his balance. the boys behind him that you figured were his friends laughed at the sight.

"oh uh sorry." he quickly apologized, glancing your way smiling like he meant the entire opposite of his apology before playfully nudging his friend as they continued making their way into the building. you blinked, continuing to watch as he disappeared. he was oddly.. beautiful.

after picking up a few papers form the directory, you followed the directions on the map to where the dormitories were located. you found out that you would be sharing your dorm with a roommate, you didn't mind as you saw this as an opportunity to make your very first friend.

and you were right because the second you twisted the door knob, not fully getting to turn it around before it swung open on its own, introducing a rather tall girl with the prettiest aesthetic and the sweetest smile plastered on her face that comforted you in ways you didn't know you needed.

"hi! I'm miwa!" the girl said in which you returned her greeting with your name. she moved to the side allowing you to step in. you took in the large room. it looks like she already has claimed her part of the room on the left side. band and show posters plastered all over her walls neatly with stuffed animals lying peacefully on her bed. it reminded you fondly of matt recalling how he has millions of plushies on his bed.

"need some help with that?" she pointed at your suitcases. you hesitated at first not wanting to bother her but it wouldn't hurt, right? "yes please." you chuckled which made her grin.

"great, roommate bonding begins now!"

hours pass by full of cleaning and organizing and chatter between you and the blue haired girl. you found out that she's been here for the past two years and you explained to her that you were a transfer. somewhere in between hanging fairy lights and folding blankets, she let it slip that she's crushing on a boy that is on the hockey team.

"didn't know they had a hockey team here." you said as you placed the last piece of clothing in the closet provided by the school. miwa gasped dramatically. "okay now I need to take you out to watch a game sometime!"

she flopped down onto your bed next to you. "its like an essential yale culture."

"deal. i'd like to see how good looking this boy you claim is the most handsome boy in all of yale to exist really is."

"he is!"

the first day of school wasn't until next week, yet you could already feel the nerves setting in as well as the homesickness. you pulled out your phone, dimming the brightness now that miwa was asleep and all the lights were turned off. pressing on yujis contact you sent him a message.

you || 9:04 P.M

everything alright?

yuji || 9:10 P.M

everything's great

you let out a sigh of relief at his words.

the first day was full of chaos, at least for you. you woke up a bit late after your alarm failed to do its job, you lost your map that showed the entire campus, and on top of that you had no idea what to wear.

after brushing your teeth and washing your face, you quickly slipped on a pair of pants and a cute top before rushing out of your dorm all while brushing your hair. you made it on time thankfully, but you surely learned your lesson to set your alarm to full volume.

your classes finally came to an end and you dragged your tired body that was aching from carrying all the syllabus and textbooks in your bag towards your dorm. miwa was already there scrolling through her phone.

"oh hey!," she flinched as she took a closer look at you. "you look rough"

you placed your bag down on the floor before flopping on your bed. "I am rough" you said with a grumble. she moved from her bed towards yours. "hey lighten up, tomorrow will be better. its the second day of school and the first hockey game"

"already?"

"yeah. since its the same previous team as last year versus some other school. coach said he wanted to kick off this season early for some reason. im not complaining, I get to see kokichi!"

"oh right your man" you teased which made her chubby pale cheeks turn a light pink shade before she bolted towards her closet pulling out two tops. "okay so which one says 'hey cute hockey player over there! wanna go out with me?'"

you burst out laughing before pointing at the one on the right hand. "that one, definitely that one."

you were never the type of person to enjoy sports. your brothers and dad enjoyed them though. they always connected both the couches together and gathered a bunch of blankets and snacks whenever a big game came up. now you are here witnessing one happen right in front of you, not on a screen.

you pulled out your phone to snap a picture to send to the family group chat. one you created after you had to delete the previous one with your mother in it. you angled the phone carefully, snapping a picture of the players already spread out ready to kick off the game.

you stared at your screen for a second before sending the message to the group chat. the second you sent it, the announcer's voice came to the speakers and the crowd erupted.

"there he is!" miwa squealed as she pointed at the dark haired boy, kokichi. he was rather attractive and you could see why she liked him. they definitely would make a cute couple. he was walking with a friend who had white hair. your eyes squinted as you looked a bit closer.

it was the same boy who bumped into you a week ago. his white locks were messy and he had a grin plastered over his face. it seemed that he was popular with the girls because they went wild at the sight of him.

you were interrupted from your thoughts when miwa's elbow made contact with your shoulder. "look, he waved at me!"

your eyes traced back to kokichi. "yeah, I saw." but your eyes kept wandering back to the boy with white hair. number ten. you watched as he placed his helmet on and slid across the rink to get into position.

a buzzer sounded across the arena, putting the game to a start and sending the crowd into a loud roar. you sat a bit straighter as you tried to keep track of the hockey puck. all the players were a blur of white and blue as they slid through the ice rink.

number 10 was sharp.

he was focused and quick, weaving through the other players. he stole the puck clean with a swift movement of his stick, gliding towards the opposite teams net. the air was thick with anticipation and it seemed that the entire arena was holding it's breath, and you didn't realize that you were holding yours as well.

then he hit it straight into the back of the cage with a satisfying clank.

applause echoed and so did the screams of the players' name.

satoru.

he rushed to his teammates doing a small celebration before continuing the game. maybe hockey wasn't too bad.

the game ended as soon as the buzzer could be heard, with your school winning. people made their way towards the exit or down to the rink. the hockey cheerleaders, glittering with their tiny ass skirts, made their way to their boyfriends who were players.

but most of them?

they went to satoru, congratulating him like he had just saved the world itself from an apocalypse. his hands reached to take off his gear, forehead dripping with a thin layer of sweat.

"im gonna go talk to kokichi." miwa said as she stood up from the bleacher already feeling the nerves settling down her stomach. you nodded, following her. she wrapped her arms around the boy, a hug in which he returned as well.

"thanks for coming." he said in a low voice placing his lips on hers practically melting the poor girl setting her rosacea on fire. you stood there a bit awkward not realizing that a pair of eyes was placed on your figure.

"hey, is she new?" a player asked his friends, pointing directly at you.

the other boy shrugged. "I guess, never seen her before." he turned to satoru who was busy untying the shoelaces of his skates, whistling at him. "yo satoru! remember when you were whining about not having any other girl to crack?"

satoru's eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a bit before he approached his friend. "yeah, what about it?" the guy grinned, jerking his chin toward the bleachers.

"what about her?"

he could barely see you due to his poor eyesight now that he had taken off his contacts. he saw you with a girl he knew was in a situationship with kokichi, his friend. "who the hell is that?"

"she's new. go after her."

satoru grumbled. "she looks like a total loner." his friend shrugged, untying his long black hair. "you like a challenge though, don't you?" he tossed his stick into his bag. "ten days. thats the bet"

"woah we're making this a bet?" satoru raised his eyebrow. there was a beat of silence, long enough to make him think this through. it's been a while since he's been laid, not wanting to continue the life of being a frat boy and a 'play boy.' he really just wanted to focus on his studies and hockey as well, if he found a girl somewhere throughout that then he'd settle down.

he grabbed his water bottle, taking a sip from it. "ten days." he repeated, mostly to himself. "suguru I don't know-"

"you backing out?" suguru questioned, wanting to stir something.

no matter how much he wanted to resist, he just couldn't because no matter how much he swore that he stopped doing that shit, he missed it just a bit. "fine, ten days."

his jaw was tightened watching as his friend smirked. the group chuckled a bit, like it was just another 'harmless' game. satoru glanced at you.

pretty.

you and miwa made your way to the exit after the little make-out session with her now new boyfriend. she kept squealing about how she couldn't believe she finally got together with him. you were incredibly happy for the both of them.

"he kissed me! like he actually kissed me! I thought I was going to pass out!"

satoru debated, standing still for a moment. you were a step away from leaving, your arm wrapped around your friends, chattering about whatever. part of him wanted to plan this through, something smoother than just..

"fuck it." he mumbled.

his legs moved before his brain ordered them to. "hey-" he called out, jogging a bit to fully reach you. you turned slowly, miwa did too with her eyebrows furrowed. he realized that maybe this wasn't the best option. his lips parted a bit before continuing.

"uh.." he scratched the back of his neck. "you dropped something."

you stared at him in confusion. "no I didn't.." you looked down to confirm that you in fact, didn't drop any item.

"right uhm, that was supposed to be my opening line" he cursed at himself, but it made you chuckle. satoru was dorky, you thought. he had an uneven smile before he looked back at you.

"im satoru"

"I know" you felt like everyone in this damn school knew who he was. "oh im y/n." you quickly introduced yourself after the small pause. for some reason, satoru didn't feel like this was the beginning of a bet he agreed to, but a beginning for something he wasn't ready for.

"go out with me."

miwa snapped her head so fast towards you, you could have sworn you heard a crack. you blinked at satoru, unsure if you heard him right.

"what?"

"go out with me, please." he repeated confident just like the first time. you weren't entirely convinced. "is this a joke?" satoru froze. of course this was a joke. he always played around with random girls so why did it make him feel guilty this time.

"no. I want you, pretty." he smiled softly, showing off his pearly whites that could have any girl soaking her panties in under 10 seconds.

you could feel miwa vibrating next to you, begging you to say yes, or at least something. "I think i'll pass." you mumbled, not unkindly just firm enough to make your point, staring at him for a bit before turning your heel to leave with miwa who now had a disappointed look on her face.

"whyyy?" she whined.

a grunt left satoru's lips. "I can take you out somewhere, anywhere! real nice places sweetheart!"

"like the 7/11 in broadway?" you shot back. he froze before chuckling a genuine laugh, shaking his head. "even better!"

the corner of your lips tugged up a smile as you giggled with miwa at his advances as you both left.

"well look at you missy, pulling mr captain of the hockey team."

"im just that good." you continued to hold your smile, not letting it drop.

and neither did he.

every night at eight, you'd have a video call with your family, just to make sure everything was alright back at home.

"he had an appointment today." yuji said while he was washing the dirty plates, handing them to matt to dry. you used to always put the dishes away back to their original places, but you were no longer there to do your job and that hurt you a bit.

it stung seeing how they had to adapt to live without you and you recalled how you all had to do the same when your mother left. you watched how matt didn't hand it to anyone, he just placed them down.

"and the results?" you asked, your voice quiet and steady but ready for any news you didn't want to hear. not yet.

"not out yet, but im sure nothing has changed since last time he got checked up."

yuji turned off the sink, handing the smaller kid the last dish before drying his hands with a towel. "how's yale treating you? saw the picture you sent."

you hummed looking back at how the day went. "it's going great I guess. our school won the game by the way, oh and a boy wants to take me out."

"you agreed?" yuji has always been the overprotective type, despite you being older.

you answered by shaking your head. "no, he's sketchy."

"how come?" now he was completely alert. a boy is hitting on his sister hundreds of miles away from home? not on his watch. you shrugged.

"he has a whole fangirl club or something."

matts voice could be heard from afar. "he's a red flag!" his words made you chuckle. "you been teaching him new vocabulary?"

yuji rolled his eyes. "its the kids at his school. but seriously, trust your gut. if you don't feel like something is right about that gut, don't take his offer."

you nodded, pressing the sleeve of your sweater up to your nose taking in the scent of old memories. it hasnt been washed since you left home and that nostalgic smell lingered.

one that you desperately wanted to go back to.

satoru could've sworn he left dissecting frogs back in high school, but here he was again, poking around at the laid back amphibians internal organs. "no way am I doing this shit." with a mutter, he placed the tweezers down gagging, shaking his hands in disgust before pulling out his cigarette box, sliding one out placing it in between his pretty pink lips, far too pretty for a man. "smoking in class? you'll set the smoke alarm off." suguru scooted closer to his friend.

"better than doing a bbl on a frog." satoru grumbled, looking away not being able to stare at the gross mess that was right in front of him. "that girl from yesterday.." he narrowed his eyes in thought, trying to remember your name. "y/n" he mumbled after it finally reached him.

"she didn't want to go out with me." he continued. the black haired boy scoffed, not comprehending the words that were coming out of the school's playboy. " you're satoru fucking gojo, this should be easy as hell for you!"

"look man, I dont do this shit anymore."

suguru rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he looked at the frog's corpse. "I'll pay you." satoru grunted bringing the lighter up to his cigarette, huffing it slowly before blowing it towards suguru, in which he looked down at the smoking boy unimpressed.

"I have enough money, I don't need your pocket change."

suguru paused in deep thought. "you're right, heard she's only into pretty guys anyways." satoru brought a hand up to his chest as if he was truly hurt, because he was.

“are you telling me im not a pretty guy?” he took out the cigarette from his mouth, before crushing it down against the table, which left a nasty dent on the cheap laminate. "why do you want me to play with her?"

suguru brought his pierced tongue out to lick his dry lips. "I guess I just miss the old you. seriously satoru, I'll pay you. 300 bucks if you take her out on a date," he scooted closer to his friend. "500 if you get in her panties. and 1000 if you manage to make her your date to hoco."

as if divine intervention occurred, the door creaked open, pausing the chatter between the two boys. there you were. wearing a well put together outfit that just made satoru's hormones run crazy, as you made your way to your desk. the sight of you made gojo straighten his posture suddenly hyper aware of every detail of himself. quickly running a hand through his hair and gulping, his adams apple bobbing.

he turned to look at suguru who was already giving him a pointed look.

"bet."

another thing that you like about yale's campus is that its not too far away from shopping areas. you found a nearby barnes and noble not even a few blocks away from the school. it soon became your go to stop where you would buy books and cd's. you weren't able to fit any of your beloved music or novels when you were packing, so you started a new collection that was placed neatly back at your dorm.

you entered, the bell placed on top of the door notifying any workers of your entrance quickly making your way to the music disc section, straight shelves full of cd's. you're surprised to see many new arrivals.

some were year old music, and some were rare old ones from the 2000's. you reached out to grab a few, a soft smile plastered on your face as you scanned the labels. so deep into it, you didn't notice the bell chiming again.

'debut' by bjork was being held by your hand right now, having an inner battle with yourself whether to be financially responsible for today. you placed the cd back when you remembered that the hospital bill from your fathers last visit would soon come back. and you were not looking forward to seeing the multiple zeros behind whatever number was in front of it.

"excuse me, have you seen any cd of bjork?" the smooth voice behind you asked. "oh yeah-" you answered, turning to look back at the voice.

halfway through your sentence, you took a good look at who was behind you. satoru. "oh, it's you." your eyes narrowed as they focused on him. the boy slid his glasses on the crown of his head. you didn't know he even wore those. satoru seemed to have noticed your observation.

"lost my contacts."

"are you stalking me?" you asked defensively which just made him laugh. his body got closer to yours as he skimmed through the cd's.

"you not getting that bjork one?" he asked tilting his head as his long pale fingers slid the music disc right out of its place. the plastic creaked the second he held it.

"uh its a bit expensive.." the words came out in a mumble, almost embarrassed to admit you couldn't afford a fifty dollar cd. you shifted your weight onto your right leg, looking anywhere but him.

he looked at you before looking down at the case. "guess I'll get it."

you blinked. "didn't know you liked her."

"I dont. but I like you, so I'll get it for you, baby. anything else you want?"

you head snapped towards him, watching how he didn't even let you answer as he placed the bjork case that contained the disc you've been wanting for a while into a shopping basket. you were so shocked you didn't even realize the term of endearment.

"its fifty.." you reminded him.

"be a sweetheart and dont mention the prices, I dont care one bit about it." your eyes dropped to the basket, lips parting to say anything but nothing came out. nothing but a, "can I get the post one..?"

you couldn't find how much one has ever spent at barnes and nobles, but you were pretty sure you may have broken whatever record there was. satoru didn't mind, just like he said.

when the cashier asked how he'd like his receipt he declined it. when he saw the total on the screen in bold green letters, he ignored it. and when he handed you the bags full of books, cd's, and figures, some that you didn't even ask for. he just noticed you staring at them for a little too long and he'd just grab it and place it in the basket, he had a smile plastered right on those pink lips.

"I think I deserve a kiss for all of this.."

its the least you could do, right? besides he didn't tell you where he wanted the kiss. so you stepped up on your tippy toes a bit to place your lips on his cheek.

"thank you. seriously thank you." his smirk softened to a smile, returning the kiss but on your forehead making your breathing stutter.

"any time," he mumbled kissing your nose before backing up. "oh here, give me your phone"

your hand pulls out your phone from your back pocket, handing it to him. "what for?"

"im putting my number in.." his fingers typed quickly, the dumb smirk on his face not leaving, before slipping it back into your hands.

'my sugar daddy'

you visibly cringed at the name he chose. "you've got to be kidding me." you said with pure disbelief. he nodded, proud of his decision. "I did buy you all this didn't I?" he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear, leaning down to whisper into it.

"ill send you a picture to set up as my contact photo. perhaps a nude?"

"perhaps not."

miwa's eyes widened when she saw you stumble into the shared dorm with heavy bags on each hand. "woah.. didn't know it was black friday." she half joked, getting up from her bed to help you out. you exhaled in relief when the weight was taken from your poor limp arms. "and I didn't pay a single penny."

she averted her gaze from the bags up to you. "who did pay for them? your sugar daddy?" your face burned at that damn name. "you're not wrong. it was satoru." you held up your phone, opening this contact name you knew would have miwa laughing.

she squinted, looking at it before she burst into giggles.

"hes so extra." you set the bags down on the desk, taking one thing out at a time. miwa wiped the tears that spilled from her eyes. "how'd this happen?"

you dragged a hand down your face, shrugging. "he saw me at the store and offered to buy me whatever. but I swear I didn't ask for all of this."

"he likes you."

you paused for a second. "does he now?"

it was a dumb question. who else would buy a random person they have no interest in hundreds of dollars worth of barnes and noble? no one, except him of course.

you retold the same ridiculous events to yuji, who still wasn't pleased at the idea of you getting hit on not even a month into school. his arms were crossed over his chest as he was lazily sitting on his desk chair, same as you.

"return everything."

you scoffed. "no way! even if I did I wouldn't be able to, he didn't ask for a receipt."

"he shouldn't be buying you shit. didn't you tell me yesterday how your gut was telling you something was off?"you moved from your desk to your bed, sighing as your back hit the mattress. "well maybe I was wrong about him."

satoru felt proud of being able to treat you like a princess, buying you all sorts of things, showering you with everything you wanted. he remembered how you hesitated on buying that cd. it bothered him a bit.

'did she have a problem with money?'

his phone rang with a message from suguru.

'party tonight at the frat, you coming?"

of course he was, he hasn't missed a single function since he joined yale. his fingers typed out, "Omw!" but before he could send it, he stopped, and then deleted it. why was he thinking about you right now?

why is he declining a party?

"im not in the mood tonight."

he stared at the screen for a moment, realizing that he actually sent that. a calloused hand rubbed his cheekbone, exhaling before he received another notification, this time not from any of his friends but from spotify.

'the marias are performing near you! click to see ticket prices and shows available!'

the marias? where had he heard that name.. his mind instantly flashed to you. you were holding the marias disc, the one he bought you along with all the other cd's. it was as if his body was moving without him knowing because a second later, he was buying two tickets.

your first day was an unconfirmed barnes and noble date. but your second day, the concert, would be an actual date.

he clicked the 'pay now' button without hesitation.

you weren't expecting to see a screen showing the digital receipts slip right into your line of sight while you were halfway through placing some textbooks in your locker. the bold blue letters read, 'THE MARIAS'

"hi pretty.. got these for you and me." your eyes widened at the familiar voice. the white haired individual really had a habit of sneaking up behind you didn't he? "you.. you got-" you stammered, blinking at the sight of the tickets, then back at him.

"got these for you and me." he repeated himself, both his voice and gaze softening. not sure to be flattered or continue being suspicious, you slowly reached for his phone, taking it from his pale hand to make sure what you were seeing was real.

not only did he buy you both tickets to a music artist you liked, but he also got the best seats. "you got the marias tickets.." you said mostly to yourself. his smirk was still there, but it showed no sign of being cocky.

"mhm, thought you'd like it."

"satoru.. you already spent so much on me yesterday.." how come a boy you barely knew was dropping a thousand on you each day. "I told you I like you. this can be our first date." he gently grabbed back his phone.

you swallowed, your mind trying to wrap itself around the unexpected layers of satoru you’d been seeing over the last few days. and you wondered if you were the first one to see this version of him.

"one date." you said firmly as you lifted up your finger, finally agreeing to his advances. his charm was different.. it was bold, yes, but real. "don't push your luck, im only accepting because its bjork."

"there will be more than one date, pretty." there was short pauses between his words allowing each syllable to sink in. like he meant it.

you had no idea why you were allowing him to score another point at this game he was forcing you to play. "at least let me pay for the gas.. or for the food." you offered but satoru only scrunched his face up shaking his head.

"don't do that."

he had some extra cash on him. 300. just like suguru promised when he said he'd pay satoru 300 if he managed to take you out on a date.

"just wear something pretty for me, and easy to remove."

you rolled your eyes. "im not sure about that second part, you're pushing your luck here sir."

"mm no not sir baby, its sugar dadd-"

your hand shot out to cover his mouth, cutting him off before he even had the chance to finish. he was shocked for a bit before he licked a long stripe against your hand moaning.

you recoiled immediately, gagging with a mix of shock and disgust. he chuckled at your discomfort and the sight of you wiping your hand on his chest.

"you like that baby?"

"no!" you shot back, closing your locker before rushing to the bathroom to properly clean your hand.

"ill see you later my love!" he called out.

miwa helped you get ready for the concert date after school. she straightened your hair pin straight while you both talked about what could happen later. your phone vibrated with a notification from 'sugar daddy'

"you still wearing something easy to remove right?"

you stared at the message. any past thoughts of him not being that bad quickly vanished. obviously, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of your reply, so you left him on read. guess that hurt his feelings because a few minutes later he texted again.

"im joking baby :("

"still haven't changed that contact name?" miwa asked, finishing up the last strand for the final section. you grumbled a little 'shut it'

"im kind of nervous.." you admitted. this was going to be your first date after all.

miwa stopped, her hands hovering in mid air, before she turned your chair to face each other. her expression softened, a mix of understanding and excitement. "hey, it’s okay to be nervous. besides you kind of already know him.."

"briefly." you couldn't help but sigh, your eyes following her figure as she chose an outfit from her side of the closet to lend you.

"he wanted something easy to remove right?"

"dont."

you both met up to where you agreed, which was just outside the girls dormitories. the second he saw you, his heart fluttered.

you looked, no, you are gorgeous.

"...hey" a smile crept up on his face. he was dressed casual while you went all out thanks to miwa.

"hi" you smiled softly.

"you're so beautiful.." you'd be lying if you said you weren't flustered. even if you tried lying, the dark tint of pink on your cheeks would say otherwise. "thank you"

with a chuckle, he led you to his car. a model of the year, typical for a rich ass boy like him. being the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger door for you before closing it as you settled yourself down.

he made his way over to the drivers seat. "can't believe I finally landed a date with you" he mumbled before reaching over to hold your hand in his.

why was he acting like this? it was just a bet.. right?

you stared down at your hands that were now intertwined. you'd expect his to be cold from how pale they were and the amount of time he spends playing hockey in the cold rink.

your eyes lifted to his face, he was focused on the road now, a quiet little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, like just having you next to him was enough.

"im going to be honest, i don't know any of this bands songs."

your breath caught in your throat. "you bought the tickets without knowing how they were?"

he shook his head. "I bought the tickets because I knew you knew who they were." his hand squeezed yours, keeping his eyes on the road. "have I told you how absolutely sexy you are? I mean look at this.." his hand moved from yours to tug at your skirt, making you gasp.

"feel good, baby?" he continued squeezing your thigh, biting his lower lip as he felt the warmth of your skin.

he slapped it playfully, moving his hand onto the steering wheel leaving you flustered.

"pervert.."

the concert was beautiful. the music reached your heart it made you tear up, of course some songs hit close to home. gojo couldn't help but admire you from time to time. watching as your pretty mouth sang along to the unknown lyrics.

"lets take a picture pretty." he said out of nowhere. "a picture?" he nodded before pulling out his phone, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing his cheek against yours, snapping a few pictures of you and him throughout the night, mostly of you. you did the same, filling up your gallery with endless pictures and videos.

he pressed his lips on your temple before pulling away to continue enjoying the performance.

as the night came to an end, he drove you safely back home, both of you discussing the songs you enjoyed being performed the most.

"I think I enjoyed back to me the most"

"no way! paranoia was clearly the most enjoyable."

he rolled his eyes. "yeah well I think what I enjoyed the most was seeing you sing. you're gorgeous baby."

"you already told me that like twenty times."

"and ill continue to tell you for the rest of my life and beyond that." his words made your stomach twist. not in a bad way. definitely not. you watched how the dim light lit up his face making him look even more handsome than he already was.

"want to go to the ice rink?" he asked.

'right now? I dont think im wearing the appropriate clothing for skating.."

satoru grinned, pulling up to the building where the arena was in. "good thing I came prepared then." he reached towards the backseat, pulling out a duffel bag.

"you can thank your friend miwa."

you stared down at the clothes, which belonged to you, now on your lap. light pink thighs and a sweater as well as leg warmers. "you guys planned this?"

"she helped me out. I wanted to make this the best first date."

it was late, so the place was quieter than usual, dimly lit, making the place peaceful. the cold air nipped at your cheeks as you both stepped inside, and you tried your best not to show how nervous you were.

"ive never skated before." you admit.

"good thing your man is a hockey player." he finished tying up his laces before getting down on one knee to tie yours. he said it so casually. 'your man'

satoru looked up at you all while he continued fumbling around with the laces on your skates. "I really hope we have that romcom moment where you slip on the ice and fall right into my arms."

"what type of movies are you watching?" you giggled, feeling the heat creep up to your neck.

he finished the second skate, placing it on the ground before gripping your thighs. "like I said.. romcoms." he murmured, bringing you closer to his face. he darted his tongue out to lick the inside of your thigh.

a gasp left your lips. "h-hey.."

he didn't stop there.

he was starved. his lips traveled all throughout your inner thighs, nipping once in a while. "pretty.."

a shaky hand pushed his head away, watching as a string of saliva connected his lips with you. "so uhm.. you gonna teach me how to skate..?"

the fog of tension shattered the moment you placed your hand on his forehead, pushing him away. he licked his lips before chuckling. "yeah, come on."

the second you stepped onto the ice, you were already struggling. it was more slippery than you'd expect it to be, but satoru's large hands, placed on your waist, kept you steady.

"lean on me."

you held onto his arms, following his step wobbling once in a while.

"I got you doll."

twenty minutes was all you needed to learn how to maintain your balance on the ice. you excitedly followed satoru, holding his hand as you both made rounds around the rink, your skates gliding smoothly. he glanced at you, smiling as he watched you. "look at you... natural born skater" just as he said that, you bumped into his shoulder.

"natural born liar."

he chuckled seeing how your eyes showed signs of being tired. he wrapped his hands around your waist, lifting you up with ease. "lets get you out of here. kind of sad we didn't have that cute moment."

"what cute moment?" you wrapped your arms around him before he placed you down the carpet when he got you both out the ice rink. "the one where you fall right into my arms and we kiss."

you rolled your eyes. "maybe next time."

he raised an eyebrow, kneeling down again to take off your shoes. "so is that a confirmation that we will have another date?"

"mhm." you hummed quietly and before you knew it, you were leaning into a kiss with no control over your body, like it was possessed by a curse or something.

he hesitated for a second, deciding not to kiss you back. it was just a bet.

"lets go."

you stared at him in hurt and betrayal. this is what he wanted wasn't it? you felt your heart sink deeper as the seconds passed. you didn't allow him to put your shoes on, doing it yourself instead.

"baby.."

"dont." your voice wasn't firm, it was soft. barely even a whisper to be honest. "you're just messing with me aren't you?" he looked startled, like he had gotten caught with his hand down the cookie jar, because he did.

"no..no you're not something to play around with."

you were mad. furious even. "feels like it."

opening the door after gathering your clothes, you left without a goodnight. or a kiss. once you were out of view, satoru dragged his hands down his face groaning. he's grown attached to you without knowing it in the span of three days. and he's hurt you by denying your kiss.

he rushed after you.

"let me walk you."

"its fine. my dorm isn't that far."

"damn it y/n." he pressed his lips against yours, cupping your jaw. the kiss was full of frustration and it was desperate. his other hand found your hip, bringing you closer to him. he wanted to deepen the kiss, but he noticed you weren't kissing back.

he pulled away before smashing his lips against yours again, hoping that you'd kiss back this time but you didn't.

"I'll see you later.." you mumbled out.

he watched you walk away quickly in the direction of your dorm. now it was his heart who was sinking. he didn't remember any of his last 'bets' hurting this much.

so why does it feel like you were ripping out his heart right now?

when you reached your dorm, ready to get any call from your brothers, you already planned not to mention anything. not the concert date with satoru and definitely not how yuji was right about him. you couldn't let him have that 'I told you so' moment.

your phone vibrated at the back of your pocket as soon as you dropped your bag onto the floor. miwa was staying over at her boyfriends tonight, giving you and satoru any privacy if things went to a more heated direction.

it did. sorta.

with a sigh, you slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call from yuji.

"took you a while."

you forced a laugh. "sorry, you woke me up." you allowed your body to rest, flopping down on your messy bed with a 'thump', the back of your head sinking into the pillows.

"I'm just calling you to let you know that a hospital bill might reach you."

you quirked an eyebrow, staring at the ceiling. "its going to be sent out to me? all the way to yale?" yuji let out a small 'mhm', casual like he was commenting on the weather.

"yeah, from dad's last check up."

"oh," you rubbed your face, feeling a different kind of tired. "thats right."

"its just from his prescriptions and shit.. I would've paid it myself but.." his voice trailed off.

"no, no dont worry about it. not like i'm already drowning in student loans or whatever"

"of course not." you could hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone.

after the call ended, you let the silence settle. you received your mail usually by the end of the week in your small issued mailbox that was located in the front of the school. most of the time it was just flyers for clubs you had no intention of joining. but soon, a hospital bill that you desperately wanted to leave behind home, where it belongs, will appear right inside the small box.

after dreading to see the ridiculous amount you had to pay for oral chemotherapy medication, your mind circled back to satoru, a finger brushed against your lips, reliving the moment he placed his against yours in a kiss you wanted to return, but didn't.

you felt like it wasn't real.

why would he hesitate in the first place? your hand dropped back down against the mattress, gripping the bed sheets to brace yourself from any tears that might come out.

miwa dragged you to watch kokichi practice in the ice rink. the memories from last night hit you like a wave every other minute you sat on the bleachers. the same spot you were rejected.

you were annoyed.

no. pissed. pissed at how he dodged your kiss like it meant nothing and honestly you have every right to be. because why is he hesitant to kiss you when he’s the one that was so desperate. is this some sort of sick joke?

you didn't want to mention it to miwa or anyone. you were too embarrassed and the poor girl was happy she even had the opportunity to help out satoru with last nights date. you couldn't take that away from her. when she asked how it went you spared the details and just gave a brief summary.

"it was fun, he took me to the concert, we sang. then the ice rink, thanks by the way, and he taught me how to skate."

"thats so cute!" her face lit up.

you both continued to see the hockey players glide across the arena. but someone was missing. number 10. your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a microphone starting.

“can't take my eyes of off you..” a voice murmured into the microphone, a voice you instantly recognized. satoru. you blinked once. and then again-unsure if you were hearing correctly or if the loud ass volume you listen to your music in was finally catching up to you.

you squinted your eyes to see the white haired boy stand right in the middle of the rink, the whole team joining him as well. his body stepped forward, then another, until he broke into a dance. you let out a few chuckles of disbelief as you watched him make a fool of himself.

“i love you baby!” you wanted to crawl into a corner and die from embarrassment. “and if it’s quite alright, i need you baby..” his finger pointed right at you. a few people around you chuckled as well, one yelling, "go verona!"

you brought your hands up to you face covering it in embarrassment as a flush appeared. he was so off key now, yelling out the lyrics as he did little tricks around the ice, nearly slipping but catching himself with a dramatic spin. he made a bee line towards the top of the bleachers. you wanted to escape but he was quick, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“oh pretty baby..” he panted as the chorus died down. he placed the microphone down, grabbing your cheeks without a warning with both hands planting a long and sweet kiss on your plump lips. this time, you kissed back without hesitation from either of you.

"satoru.." you managed to say before he continued his desperate kisses, sliding his tongue into your mouth leaving no room for the words that were swirling in your head. miwa was ecstatic, clapping with others, who were surprised that the ex-playboy was acting straight out of a 2000's movie.

"shut up.. let me just kiss you." his fingers threaded through your hair.

and kisses continued all the way to his dorm, no sign of stopping any time soon as he pushed you down his bed.

"im sorry about yesterday.. let me make it up to you."

"I think you did already with your little performance."

he chuckled, shaking his head. "nah, you need more than a song."

satoru wears everything on his face. like everything. you could tell what he was feeling with just a glimpse at his blushed face that turned from his usual pale color to a deep red. his mouth was open when he sank into you.

he smirked when he watched you struggle to take him. the small moans you let out made him twitch. "you look so fucking good. taking my cock like this." he wrapped your legs around his bare waist before his large hand found your neck, wrapping lightly around it.

"sa..satoru.." you whimpered.

"mmf- yeah that feels good. so.. tight and wet f'me. should've done this yesterday." he rolled his hips against yours gently. satoru has never been this gentle during sex towards anyone. he slid in and out of you slowly, making sure you felt every single one of his veins.

"oh fuck.. not going to last long inside this warm fucking pussy."

he licked your lips before shoving his tongue down your throat. satoru pulled away, forcing your jaw to open to spit right into your mouth.

"swallow."

you obeyed, swallowing his shared spit, opening your mouth to show him.

"good girl."

you screamed, gripping his shoulders when he slipped almost all the way out before slamming all the way in. he was loving this, almost forgetting the amount of money he would receive for getting into your panties.

it wasn't until you both finished, and his arms were wrapped around you in a comfortable position to cuddle, placing loving kisses on your forehead, that he finally remembered that this was all a bet. was.

he was scared that maybe he didn't want this to be just a game. his breath stilled, his fingers still tracing random shapes on your back as he pulled back slightly, taking a close look at your peaceful expression.

he didn't want it to end.

he took a look at his calendar that was placed on his nightstand. he counted the days knowing he didn't have that much left with you.

"love?"

you hummed, opening your eyes, your expression soft, when he called out to you.

"i'm playing tomorrow.. then we're having a sort of 'hoco' type of thing at the frat.. come with me?"

you nodded, placing your head on his chest listening to the way his heart beat at a steady pace. "course.." you murmured, he did tire you out after all. his body relaxed at your answer. there were still so many things left unsaid, so much you both needed to figure out. but he was okay with just having you this close to him right now.

you didn't call your family that night. your phone was put on do not disturb, laying on top of the nightstand. satoru's arms were still wrapped tightly around you.

but across the country, yuji grew worried, because not only were hospital bills going to reach you, but terrible news as well.

he paced back and forth outside the hospital room, the one where your father was currently staying, checking his phone every second to see if you have seen his messages or calls.

nothing from you.

he tried to come up with a reason. you were probably studying, or just busy in general. he wanted to cry because the feeling of being the one now responsible for everything was finally sinking in. he didn't know why your father collapsed. he didn't know if your aunt was on her way to pick up matt from school. and he didn't know when the hell you would answer your phone.

"answer.. please." he prayed.

the next day when you woke up to the sound of shuffling, you were met with several forehead kisses.

"sorry baby, have to go straight to the rink." your eyes fluttered open slowly, eyes adjusting to the morning light. you remembered the game today, and the party as well.

"practice hard.." your morning voice came out groggy, in which he let out a soft laugh.

"ill see you later baby." with that he left.

you looked around, still groggy, seeing the clock on his wall. eleven o clock.

your eyes widened. shit. you were late for class. you threw the blanket off of you, quickly putting on the same clothes from yesterday. when you reached for your panties, you noticed they were ripped. the sudden pain you felt on your stomach was a reminder of your poor decisions from last night.

you slipped on your skirt, praying you wouldn't flash anyone by the time you got to your dorm. after grabbing your bag, you reached for your phone before bolting out of his room.

when you made your way to class, you felt a deep feeling in your gut telling you, no, yelling, that something wasn't okay.

the cold air of the rink hit you the moment you stepped through the doors, crisp and biting against your skin. the faint sound of blades carving across ice echoed through the space, mixed with low shouts and the occasional laughter of teammates mid practice.

miwa was buzzing beside you, excited to see her boyfriend play, and for the party he asked her out to. you caught sight of satoru not that far away talking with a boy with gauges.

"I'll be back: you said to her.

"okay! I'll go grab us some seats then!"

you watched as the blue haired girl quickly made her way up the bleachers, snatching a good spot for the both of you. you approached satoru, ready to scare him as you snuck behind him.

"dude, I'm telling you I fucked her already, pay up." he grumbled.

your entire world stopped for a second. were you hearing correctly? the other boy laughed. "thought you didn't want to take this bet?" his hand reached for his pocket, pulling out his wallet to slip out a few hundred dollar bills.

it all suddenly clicked.

"it's whatever. honestly, she's everything i've wanted in a girl." the boy you thought you could trust accepted the bills into his hand. how could you have thought that this actually meant something. that you actually meant something to satoru.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you stared at him, feeling so many emotions all at once. anger, betrayal, and even denial. your mind was processing what you just heard. you wanted to hear it wasn't real, that he wasn't only after you because of a bet and that he actually likes you. but you knew you were better than that, you couldn't help but connect all the dots. the way he just randomly went up to you? the way he spent so much money on you?

it wasn't fate. it was orchestrated. and you felt stupid for now realizing.

there was horror written all over gojos face. "no baby.. baby listen to me." but you refused, shaking your head. you refused because the following words were going to be the confirmation that you dreaded to hear. without another word, you turned away pushing though the crowd. "y/n!" he shouted, but you didn't turn back. as you made your way down the hall, his hand wrapped around your wrist, "please, PLEASE listen to me!" in which you yanked back.

"it was all a bet huh? and for what? I knew I shouldn't have trusted yo-" you were interrupted by his lips molding against yours. no matter how much you wanted to melt into it, you didn't. your hands landed on his chest, pushing him off you before wiping your lips. the boy stood there, stunned, as his sad blue eyes watched you walk out.

how could he do this to you? after you accepted his dates. after you let him use your body for pleasure. after everything?you felt horrible for leaving miwa alone, but you didn't want to ruin her day. her boyfriend was playing hockey, with satoru.

it was when you pulled out your phone, ready to block him, when you saw the several missed calls from yuji and from your fathers doctor. your heart sank even more. you quickly found a secluded spot.

satoru wanted to follow after you, desperate to fix things. but he couldn't, not with a game he needed to play. but in all honesty he was done playing.

yuji was screaming at you through the phone. his voice was raw. one you haven't heard in years.

"I called you twenty fucking times y/n! all of last night, where the hell were you?!"

you were hyperventilating. the situation sinking in, the one with gojo and the one where your dad was on the brink of death. "with.. with this guy.."

silence.

"with a guy?" he spat. “you were with some guy while dad was- y/n, he’s in critical condition. they had to resuscitate him last night. and im over here wondering that something important was going on with you only to find out you were busy sucking some guy off. was it the guy you told me about?"

"..yeah..but it didn't end well."

"I dont fucking care about that right now. honestly im glad, let this be a lesson. we thought we were gonna lose him. and you were out playing house with some asshole?”

you didn't answer, too busy trying to even breathe. "im sorry... im sorry." yuji didn’t respond right away.

"i already paid half of the shit," his sharp voice continued. "if you could send some money over that would be great. and those bills, have you paid them yet?"

you swallowed hard, tears stinging the backs of your eyes. “o, I… I haven’t had time, yuji,”

“you haven’t had time?” he repeated like the words physically hurt him. there was a long pause. when Yuji spoke again, his voice had softened.

".. just please pay his medication.. my job isn't paying that well."

"I will.." you said quietly. "where is matt?"

"he's with aunt teresa. i'll call you if anything happens again, please answer next time."

you sniffled, wiping your runny nose. "okay. I love you."

click.

the call ended with him not saying those words back. you still had your phone up to your ear, wishing that magically yuji would say it back.

you felt so unwanted

unloved.

you could feel your eyes stinging even more and your throat closing up on you. you felt like you were losing everyone, your father slipping away in a hospital bed miles from here, your brother who had always been your anchor, your voice of reason, now too exhausted to carry you, and satoru.

satoru.

that night your phone was blowing up. call after call, text after text- all from him.

satoru : y/n please.

satoru : call me, return my calls lets talk pretty.

satoru : it was a bet, but believe me when I tell you that I truly love you.

satoru : I love you. say it back baby. please I need you. can't lose you, im sorry love please don't leave..

you remembered when you planned to block him before the call with yuji, your finger hovered over the red block button. but you simply put your phone on dnd and headed to sleep recalling the horrible events of tonight. tear stains were placed on your cheeks, mascara ruined, just like how your life felt.

miwa had tried, she really did. she tried her best to comfort you, but she understood you needed space. the sweet girl provided you with extra blankets as well as water, she even rubbed off the remaining makeup on you.

satoru hasn't felt this horrible since he accidentally flushed down his sisters goldfish back in first grade. but it wasn't the same.

the goldfish didn't hate him. you did.

and he hated himself for how he made you feel. he hated himself for doing this to you. but god was he grateful to have taken on that bet. not for the money, but for you. because of the bet, he met such a wonderful girl who he was completely smitten for. too bad that the girl now hates his guts.

the weather matched how gojo felt. he looked like hell.

his usual outfits was replaced by a simple white t-shirt with sweatpants. the confident boy was now just a regular burnt out college student who looks like he missed out on eight hours of sleep to study for his physics final. he hasn't eaten since yesterday, deciding his body didn't deserve to be rewarded with food.

he made his way to the small mailroom provided for students. his face lit up when he saw you there, not looking so good like him.

"baby."

his voice startled you, making you drop your mail, watching as they scattered all throughout the tile floor.

you crouched down to gather your mail, avoiding his eyes, heart pounding in your chest from too many things at once, his voice, your brother’s call, the reminder of your father, the unbearable guilt, and now him standing here, looking like someone you didn’t know how to love right now.

satoru knelt beside you, brushing your fingers by accident as he helped you collect the envelopes. the moment your skin touched, a sharp breath escaped his lips.

thats when saw it. a bunch of letters from kaiser permamente.

"what's this..?"

you froze, hand curling tighter around the envelope like you could hide it, like you could make it disappear if you just willed it hard enough. but he had already seen.

you stood quickly, clutching the papers to your chest. “it’s nothing.”

“sweetheart…” His tone shifted, serious now. “that’s a hospital.”

"i know, i can read." you shot back.

satoru rose to his feet slowly, eyes still locked on you, his earlier exhaustion now sharpened with concern. “y/n?” His voice cracked. “is everything okay?”

you didn't know how it came to this. but you were hugging him tightly, crying into his chest like he wasn't part of the reason why you were going through it.

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ending a/n : I hope you guys enjoyed reading the first half of 10 things I hate about you !!

[muwapsturniolo]

Brutus 2 🦇 Chris sturniolo

"O-one hun-hundred and fif-fifteen times...." PT 1

NSFW AHEAD!!! mentions of murder, stabbing, assault (not detailed!!!), alcohol, blowjobs/face fucking, facials, cum eating, rough sex, biting, cream pies, choking, switch! Chris, Matt is a perv

The police still couldn’t figure out what happened on the final night of Halloween horror nights. It’s been a month and the gruesome murders were still unsolved and left everyone scratching their head. The police took the right measures, they taped off the crime scene for weeks on end, rewatched the CCTV footage, and questioned the crew and attendees.

But they came up empty-handed.

They couldn’t figure out who committed the crime or why they did it.

But she knew.

When she was questioned, the police showing up at her door with her discarded tweed purse, she lied and said she didn’t see anything. Claimed she barely remembers that night due to the alcohol she consumed on the premises.

She knew it was wrong to lie to authority, to take away the possibility of a grieving family to finally have peace and to know the killer is behind bars. She knew if anyone found out what she did they would call her insane and probably throw her six feet under a jail - She didn’t want that.

She was lying to cover her own ass and the nameless killers, and she’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Especially if it meant they would continue watching her.

It was only a couple of days after that night when she felt as if she was being watched. She had just gotten out of the shower and walked into her bedroom to put on her pajamas when she noticed the clothes were on the floor.

That isn't where she left them.

She vividly remembered placing them neatly at the foot of her bed, folded and ready to throw on. Now they were thrown onto the floor in a mess, and her panties were missing.

Fear should have settled into her body, but instead, she proceeded to get dressed right in front of the open window.

With that being said, she went about her life as if nothing happened, as if she wasn't being stalked by two psychopaths.

Her routine never changed.

Weeks had gone by, minutes, hours - two months to be exact. She had given up the little bit of hope that those two would make an appearance. Honestly, she had forgotten about them until a Christmas party had gone wrong.

Her friends had forced her to attend, shoving her into a powder blue satin dress and a pair of silver heels to match. soon, she was at the party, standing in the corner with a frown on her face.

She wasn't having a good time. Her friends had ditched her as soon as they made it to the club, this guy who was completely wasted wouldn't leave her alone, and she was hot.

Deciding that she was over it and needed some air, she found her friends and told them she was leaving. She walked away, ignoring their drunken protests, and pulled out her phone, attempting to order an Uber.

It seemed like she didn't have any luck, the cellular device having no type of signal. With a huff she begins walking down the street, not noticing the two people following her.

"This is so stupid! This is the last time I let them drag me to a dumb party an-" A small scream escapes her mouth as she's pushed into an alley, her phone falling from her hands. Her body collides with a trash can, preventing her from falling into the muddy puddles of water from the melted snow.

She's soon shoved against the wall, the streetlamps casting a shadow over her attacker's face. She didn't need lights to know who the person was, the rancid smell of alcohol was enough.

It was the same man from the party, he had followed her out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Get off of me!" She shouts in annoyance, trying to push him off. It was odd, the way she was completely sober and had better coordination should have given her the strength to push him away. But to no avail, he proceeded to force himself upon her, slurring his words in the process.

Just as his hand goes up her dress, he's yanked away and tackled to the ground, her savior immediately throwing punches.

She stays frozen against the wall, too shocked to even register what's happening.

A glimmer of light snaps her back into reality.

She watches as her savior raises his arm, a knife in hand.

She watches as the blade is plunged into her attacker's chest, his screams slowly drowning out as he chokes on his own blood. She watches her savior continuously bring the knife down, not stopping until he's satisfied.

His actions begin to slow, his breathing heavy as he slumps back, staring at the lifeless body underneath him.

She takes a hesitant step forward, freezing when her savior turns to her.

She already knew, but the mask adorning his face confirmed it.

Her savior was the same man from that night, the same masked man who was ready to kill her before being scared away by his partner in crime.

His wild and deranged eyes soften as they connect with hers, his breathing calming down.

They say nothing, the only sound being heard is the flurries of snow rushing past them.

She slowly approaches, holding her hand out before speaking softly, "Come on, let's go."

He looks down at her hand before standing up, towering over her. He points towards her discarded phone, his silence-speaking words. She nods and rushes over to her phone, bending down to grab it. She huffs seeing the cracked screen, cursing out the dead man in her head. Just as she begins to wipe the phone off, she hears a loud bang.

She whips around and sees both the masked savior and the dead body gone, her brows slowly creasing.

Where did they go? How did they disappear so quick?

Her thoughts are interrupted by a hand landing on her shoulder. She jumps in surprise and turns around to see the masked savior in front of her.

"Jesus Christ, " she covers her chest as her heart begins to beat quickly. She swears she heard him snicker softly, but before she could question him, he wrapped his hand around her arm and dragged her down the street.

In reality, she knows she should be scared and questioning him, but she stays silent, allowing him to guide her to wherever they are going. They soon arrive in front of a beat-up pickup truck, parts of the car rusting as snow sits in the bed.

He opens the passenger door and looks at her expectantly. She peers inside the truck, noticing the mess inside. The cans of Pepsi discarded on the floor, the wrappers from candy, the smell of cigarettes, and most importantly,

The small bloodstains on the seats.

She looks back at him, noticing the soft look in his eyes.

"You want me to get in?"

He nods, still refusing to speak.

"Are you taking me home?"

He nods once more.

"Do you know where I live?"

He tenses, the grip he has on her arm tightening. It's almost as if he's scared, scared of being caught for stalking. Scared she's going to scream, run away, reject him.

She snickers softly seeing the fear in his eyes, it's a bit ironic.

She says nothing, simply climbing into the truck and buckling herself in.

"Come on, I miss my bed."

With that, he closes the door and climbs into the car himself, quickly starting the engine and driving off. She watches silently as he drives down familiar streets, having driven down them herself whenever she's on her way home.

The car ride was filled with silence, it wasn't tense if anything, it was calming, the both of them relaxed.

They soon arrive and he kills the engine, staring straight ahead out the window. She turns to him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face behind the mask.

"Thank you for helping me," she says softly. He gives a curt nod, his hands still placed on the wheel.

"Did you want to come in?" His head whips to her, his eyes holding confusion. She smirks, enjoying the hesitancy and confusion in his eyes.

" Come on, you've been inside anyway. Might as well come in with an invitation this time."

He huffs behind the mask but follows her actions in unbuckling the seat belt and climbing out of the car.

They walk inside the house, the girl kicking off the annoying heels and throwing her keys in the bowl on the stand. She walks to her bedroom, smiling to herself as she hears his sluggish footsteps behind her. She throws herself onto her bed, flipping onto her back and propping herself up with her elbows.

She looks him up and down curiously, attempting to familiarize herself with him again.

"How come you wear a mask?"

Like always, he says nothing, refusing to even glance in her direction. She pushes herself off the bed and approaches him, cornering him. No words are spoken between the two as she presses herself against him, his breathing speeding up. With a slow and steady hand, she trails it up his arm, her fingers soon fanning out against his chest.

She goes to touch the edge of the mask, but she's stopped by his hand firmly grasping her wrist.

He looks scared.

Despite the tight grip he has on her, she continues with her actions. Her fingers grip the edge of the mask, slowly pulling it off of his face.

He quickly turns his head, his hair falling in front of his face. She gently turns him back towards her, their eyes connecting as her fingers dance across the scar on his cheek.

"O-one hun-hundred and fif-fifteen times...."

A shocked expression makes its way onto her face. He spoke, he finally spoke, and the first thing he decided to say was a number.

"W-what?" She questions in confusion, raking her brain for what the number could mean.

"Th-the man....I sta-stabbed him one hun-dred and f-fifteen times."

She's shocked by the confession.

She didn't know a lot about murder, only having seen it and heard about it in movies and TV shows, but she knew it took a lot of energy and anger to stab someone that amount of times - He did it for her.

It was sick, it was twisted, and yet, it attracted her.

"Let me thank you," she mumbles, her hand leaving his face and trailing down his chest, soon finding its place over his crotch. She begins to palm him, watching his breathing grow harsh, their eyes still connected. A small whimper leaves his mouth, and she breaks out into a grin - his moans were so pretty, so soft,

Submissive.

She sinks to her knees, both of her hands working at his belt, soon throwing it to the floor. Her mouth waters as she pulls his pants down, his cock slapping his abdomen.

It was pretty, just like him.

It was long and thick, and had a bright red tip that matched his chapped lips. There was a vein running up the side that she knew would feel euphoric when sliding against her spongy walls.

He bucks his hips softly as she wraps her hand around his shaft, pulling it towards her mouth. She opens her mouth and allows a wad of spit to trickle out, landing directly on his tip. Her thumb swipes over the tip as she moves the spit around, starting to jerk him off.

His moans and whimpers are kitten-like, despite his horrific and brutal demeanor, he was like putty in her hands.

She enjoys the way his body relaxes against the door, his head thrown back and his mouth open as he pants softly. She kitten licks his tip before taking him fully in her mouth. His rough and calloused hands fly to her head, grabbing the strands of hair and forcing her to take him deeper.

She gags around him, tears forming in her eyes as she opens her mouth wider, but she keeps going. She bobs her head up and down, making sure to hum and fondle his balls in the process.

His moans and groans grow louder, and his actions become more dominant. It was like a switch was flipped in his head, his hips starting to slam against her face.

He shows no mercy as he fucks her face, his dick reaching so far down her throat and giving her no chance to breathe. Her actions of gratitude had quickly become sloppy, the mixture of spit and precum coating her chin and falling down to her chest.

There were even bubbles of the mixture forming, popping every time her nose hit his happy trail.

She manages to look up at him, her mascara tears and glossy eyes making her look so damaged yet innocent - It drives him over the edge.

He quickly pulls out of her mouth and releases all over her face, enjoying the way she gasps in shock.

It's like his body is on autopilot, nothing but excitement and adrenaline controlling his actions. His hand wraps around her throat, lifting her to her feet with ease. Their lips instantly mesh together, swapping spit as they hastily make out. She moans into the kiss as he tightens his grip on her throat, the wetness in her panties only growing. She could feel the sticky fluid in between her folds every time she clenched her thighs - She was aching for him to touch her.

He suddenly pulls away from the kiss and begins to lick his own semen off of her face, his eyes rolling back. She moaned at his erotic actions, the way his soft and spongy muscle glided over her cheek. She could smell the faint mixture of cigarettes on his breath, but she found herself not caring.

Suddenly, she's pushed away from him, her body colliding with the mattress. It all happens so quick, the way her powder blue dress is ripped into pieces, her soaked panties following.

He was like a rabid, feral dog, ready to take what he wanted and she was just as excited.

Her jaw drops and her back arches as he shoves his length inside of her, reaching to the deepest hilt. Much like his partner in crime, he stretched her out perfectly, her aching walls sucking him in and not letting him go. The bedframe bangs against the wall with each ferocious thrust, items falling off her nightstand due to the shaking.

He shoves his face into the crevice of her neck, his teeth sinking into the soft skin. He proceeds with his actions, the marking of his teeth covering her whole chest along with her breasts - Blood is drawn in certain areas.

It's an overwhelming amount of pleasure, so overwhelming that she can't even keep her eyes open nor hold him. Her arms lay flat by her head, her eyes clenched shut as her mouth remains open.

Her eyes fly open when her head whips to the side, the same hand that slapped her wrapping around her throat, squeezing tightly.

He's heaving like a dog, his pants mixed with groans, making him sound like a beast.

She weakly grabbed at his wrist, trying to ease the pressure on her throat, but it was no use. She had become lightheaded from the pleasure and lack of air.

She was close to passing out, but she was also close to reaching her orgasm, it was just a matter of which one she would experience first.

"You're going to kill her, ease up on the choking."

Her blurry eyes dart to the bedroom door, a choked gurgle escaping her mouth when she sees him.

He was here, the one with the painted face. Except, his face wasn't painted, and he was watching her be fucked by his partner.

She gasped for air when he released her throat, her eyes still trained on the other one. She watches as he takes a seat at her vanity, leaning back on the chair and manspreading.

"Don't look at me, look at him. He's the one fucking you."

She does as told, her eyes connecting with the man on top of her. He had the same look in his eyes from that night when he chased after the girl trying to run away.

"Tell him how good he's making you feel, he loves the praise,"

"S-so good- Nghh. Fuck- " She could barely speak a full sentence, her speech slurred.

"That's all you can do? Come on dollface, he killed someone for you! Show him how grateful you are! He finally gets to feel you after watching me fuck you, give him the experience he deserves."

Her mind is reeling, incoherent babbles of praise falling from her lips. The more she praises him, the harder his thrust become, her sobs of pleasure getting louder.

It's not long before she felt that familiar coil in her stomach forming, ready to burst at any second - and all it took was one final thrust from the man on top of her to push her over the edge.

Her whole body shakes violently, her eyes rolling back as she feels the static rush through her body. Her ears were ringing, her vision blurry as she came down from her high.

She lays there shaking, her fingers twitching as she pants harshly. She was worn out, fucked, and tired.

Suddenly, he stands up from the vanity and slams his hand down on Chris's back, "Look at her....and I thought I wore her out." They both look down at her, trying to figure out what to do next.

Matt suddenly bends down and moves her hair out of her face, grabbing her chin softly.

"Wake up doll, your night has just started."

[myerssimp21]

Tim Drake, Aphrodisiac Victim (YAN!Pt.1)

Romantic!Yandere!Batfam x fem reader. Part 1 Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

It’s easy for him to excuse it, easy for Tim Drake to pretend like he hadn’t intentionally fumbled the latest conflict with Poison Ivy. He could have done more to stop her, but when he discovered her plan and spent days pouring over the ingredients in her new concoction, the holistic quality of her potion calmed his nerves and quieted the anxious parts of him that screamed he would get caught. Ivy was known for several atrocities in Gotham, but she didn’t usually act as aggressively as Scarecrow or Joker with her toxins.

So when Tim Drake definitively concluded her newest potion wouldn’t have any adverse health effects, he was slower than he should have been when she whipped out the perfume bottle and sprayed it at him.

He’d been expecting this; what he hadn’t expected was Bruce yanking him backwards in an attempt to save him from the mist. The Batclaw shot out, aiming for the bottle in her hands but failing to retrieve it halfway through the delivery, the glass shattering on the ground and splashing all over the Bat and Tim Drake.

There had been dizzying action, and then only silence for a moment. Ivy had a shit-eating smile creeping onto her face as she began backing away, keeping her eyes on the two men trying to catch their breath.

“Gentlemen, it looks like you have the night off,” she said with a giggle as she continued to retreat, eyeing her escape route, “maybe make plans?”

“Pamela,” The Bat growls in a dark tone, his anger barely contained over how their mission had gone so wrong, “Give me the antidote.”

She turns to run away and he lunges forward to grab her before his knees buckle under him and he collapses to the ground, catching his balance and hearing her scurry off.

“Batman,” Tim says, feeling the weight of consequences of his actions as he feels his crotch begin tingling, “she doesn’t have one. I checked.”

The silence is palpable as Bruce evens out his breathing and pushes off the ground, using a nearby wall to steady himself, “We need to get to the Batmobile before it sets in.”

Tim shudders as Bruce places a giant hand on his shoulder, concerned both at how hard the big man is taking the dose and at how good the physical contact feels in this state. He hopes Bruce doesn’t feel pleasure at the slightest touch like he does; he’s frustrated since it was supposed to be just him.

Tim Drake was supposed to receive an accidental dose of Ivy’s new aphrodisiac. Tim Drake was supposed to stop by their darling’s apartment afterwards to relieve the strain in his crotch and the desire in his heart. It was supposed to be the best porno he’d ever see; getting the best angles for the cameras discreetly set up at her place earlier that month to rewatch later.

He knew Bruce was smart and Tim only hoped to earn forgiveness for this by making the best home film with you. He also knew Dick, Jason, and Damian would be grouchy he’d gotten to you first and it was entirely possible he’d get just decimated by your lack of interest altogether. Even though you and Tim had become close over the past couple semesters, he could tell you were reserved at times, just anxious or uneasy enough to pull away before anything with lasting complications happened.

The Batmobile had an autopilot feature which Bruce immediately enacted, setting a course for the Batcave. Wordlessly, Tim adds their darling’s apartment complex in as a stop, trying to not get shaky at the thought of getting laid in this state. It’s so easy to add it; all he has to do is press it from the list of saved priority locations in the portal.

“I had my suspicions,” Batman murmurs as he closes his eyes and lays against the headrest, trying to control the sensations in his body, “you wouldn’t have gotten sprayed at that range unless you wanted to.”

Tim says it before he can think in misplaced irritation, “Then why’d you get in the way?”

It’s embarrassing the moment he says it and Bruce says nothing in response, letting the silence sour in the air to make a point.

“What are you going to do?” Tim asks him, too aware of the growing urge to sink his dick into a warm, wet hole. The urge is going to be hard to wrangle enough to talk to her, let alone look normal enough to seem like a regular hook-up.

“I’ll manage,” is all Bruce says, and Tim hopes that means he’ll call Catwoman as soon as he leaves; he suddenly doesn’t like the idea of everyone tuning in at once to the live camera feeds as he tries his hand at seducing you. It feels like lots of pressure, and while Tim Drake is usually phenomenal at working under pressure, he doesn’t want to get rejected in 4k.

Bruce grips the steering wheel tight when the tingles begin in his crotch, trying to distract himself, “I have a change of clothes under your seat. Change before we get to her place.”

~

Bruce makes the call while he can, letting Damian know he and Tim were not going to be able to finish their patrol shift. Damian sounds unimpressed when he asks why and Bruce doesn’t answer him, hanging up.

Bruce goes to voicemail when he calls Jason, and his jaw clenches in irritation. He knows Jason holds more resentment towards him and might murder some criminals if made to do patrol on a night he’s supposed to have off, but Bruce can’t let Damian do patrol alone in the big city yet. He’s also a little concerned that Jason might murder Tim if he hears him with you, so getting him out on patrol is better for everyone.

After calling Jason two more times, Bruce gives up and calls Damian back, telling him he’d send Grayson over. Ever efficient, Damian is already dressed as Robin on the Batmobile’s call screen, his eyes narrowing in his domino mask.

"Father, your demeanor suggests trouble. What went wrong with Drake during the patrol?"

"It's nothing, Damian. Just a minor setback. We handled it."

"Minor setbacks don't usually disrupt patrol schedules. What are you hiding, Father?"

"I'll be back tomorrow morning," Bruce says, ignoring Damian's rude interrogation, "Make sure to stop by the GCPD to follow up with Jack Ryder on-" Bruce's voice falters as he struggles to remember what the story is; his crotch begins throbbing uncomfortably and he feels like the heat is spreading up his torso with each beat of his heart.

"On those cryptic messages left in the GCPD mailbox," Tim finishes for Bruce, leaning in to fit in the camera lens so Damian can see him too. Damian rolls his eyes.

"Your knack for evasion is quite the talent, Father. Maybe it's worth pondering why you choose partners if transparency isn't part of the deal."

With this scathingly cold delivery, Damian ends the call on a sour note. Tim would check with Bruce but their darling lives on the street they just turned down and his heartbeat has begun violently thudding in his chest and in his dick.

"Tim," Batman says firmly before Tim leaves the Batmobile, "stay in control. Scaring her off is not an option."

Tim's trying to not be sensitive about it because after all, it makes sense; if he comes off too strong and scares her, not only is he fucked immediately with Ivy's aphrodisiac coursing through his veins, but he will complicate things for the whole Wayne family. The other part of him, the part being drugged by Ivy's potion wants to whine in protest. How is he supposed to exercise control!? He'd never force himself on her but he doesn't doubt he might pass out if he doesn't find relief soon. As he exits the Batmobile with her apartment building in front of him, he just prays Jason is asleep and doesn't cockblock him.

You weren’t asleep yet. At 10 PM, you were drawing in bed, pausing at different parts in the pornographic video you were watching to practice drawing bodies. You couldn’t deny this way of practicing wasn’t tempting you to turn the lights off and rub one out with one of your vibrators though. They were recently charged, after all.

Not wanting to stop drawing quite yet but wanting the desire to build, you turn up the volume of the tv and make an effort to not pause as much. It felt good to feel a building arousal in your body and know you could use your toy as many times as you liked. It had already been about twenty minutes of you rotating out on your favorite pornography and hentai tags, working your brain up to arousal under the guise of practicing art. It honestly didn’t take much to get you feeling hot; growing sexual tension in your personal life made it easy to tap into. Maybe it was just that it never left your mind in the first place, and your mind wandered as your fingers snuck under the waistband of your shorts.

You thought of the recent weird vibes between you and Tim, the boy in your humanities course you sat near who was also in your social work course. You’d exchanged numbers early in the semester and at this point you’d met up for study sessions more than once. He’d always been a little flirtatious but you thought he was joking until he had leaned in the other day, hand finding purchase on your thigh as he murmured, “you drive me crazy, you know that?”

It was so generic you would have chuckled or rolled your eyes but the way he said it made goosebumps raise on your skin instead. His eyes were locked on yours and the sober intensity in them was not something you had prepared for, leaning away from him in sudden awkwardness even when you felt your cheeks burning.

Still, the thought of how he looked at you made you shudder when your finger brushed against your clit and your mind raced on.

Then there was your next-door neighbor, Jason. Tall and broad-shouldered, there's a casual confidence in the way he moves. His piercing blue eyes seem to twinkle with amusement whenever you shyly chat with him, like he's in on some secret joke. The black cat always at his heels chirps happily on his little patio table when you two chat, purring loudly and head-butting Jason at any given opportunity. Always, Jason makes his appearance shirtless, his eyes laughing louder at you every time you feel your face flush when he says something questionably flirtatious towards you. It's one thing to playfully flirt, but to do so while ripped and shirtless? How was your ability to articulate yourself around him supposed to have a chance?

You try not to look and act unflustered every time, but once your eyes lingered and you noticed scar tissue all over his torso, unable to tear yourself away from the sight. You'd apologized when he jokingly said you'd better take a picture, since you didn't want to seem rude checking out his scars and felt silly for getting caught staring.

"They come with a price, always," Jason remarked cryptically, suddenly making intense eye contact.

"Your scars?" You asked, afraid to say the wrong thing due to your social anxieties but leaning towards him from your bannister.

"No, my pictures" he replied with a smirk, his eyes twinkling mischievously while Alfred the cat chirped at his ankles again. Jason leaned across his bannister too, "But I've always believed in getting to know my neighbors. I think you and I could take that to a whole new level, don't you?"

"I-I think... that could be...nice," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Getting to know you better, I mean." You had looked away while trying to choke out these words, gathering your courage before meeting his gaze again. "I'm curious about you.. So maybe we could... explore each other sometime."

His eyes widened, his expression betraying a hint of genuine disbelief. A faint blush quickly dusted his cheeks, mirroring the warmth you felt spreading through you at his suggestion.

"Wow," he said, his voice laced with surprise and breathier than normal, "I wasn't expecting that, but... I like where you're going with this." The tone of admiration had given you chills at the time, praise kink activating at the new way he was regarding you. "I’m curious about you too, you know. Let's see just how close we can really get."

His reaction left you feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, but you couldn't help but smile at his response. You hadn't seen him since then, a couple days ago, and you hoped your conversation would amount to something delicious one day if it was meant to be.

As you reminisced about Tim's intense words and Jason's forward suggestions, your fingers gravitated towards your clit, applying firm pressure as they glided up and down your labia before slowly easing into your pussy. You opted for two fingers, relishing the sensation of fullness they provided compared to just one. They pressed deeply inside you, and you squeezed around them exploratively, reveling in the feeling.

After relishing the fullness of your fingers, you pumped them a few times, a low moan escaping your lips at the intense sensation. Your eyes scrunched shut tightly as you imagined Tim's hand from the other day—how it had come to rest on your thigh, the way it had firmly gripped at you, igniting a desire to jump at the touch.

You visualized him inching closer to the point of no return, sliding his hand into your underwear, and letting his fingers work their magic right there as you both sat with your homework in front of you. Just moments ago, you would have been innocently reviewing new terms together, but then the thought of his touch would be obscenely irresistible. You pictured yourself moving your hips, eagerly responding to his touch and allowing yourself to make all the noises you had always been too nervous to make with others. You imagined he'd get antsy to fuck you after hearing the squelching of your pussy on his fingers. In your mind's eye, he would just barely find the self-control to pull his cock out from his pants before burying his length desperately as far deep as it could go in you.

As you finally reached for the vibrators kept next to the bed, the abrupt sound of knocking at the door shattered your session. Startled, you jumped up, hastily yanking your shorts back up and rushing to wash your hands.

With no peephole on your apartment door, you felt a twinge of unease as you hurried to answer it. When you pulled the door open, the sight of Tim standing there caught you off guard.

"Hey... uh, sorry to just show up unannounced like this," Tim begins, his voice slightly breathless. "I, uh, I needed to talk to you about something important."

He shifts uncomfortably, trying to suppress the nervous energy coursing through him. "I know it's kind of out of the blue, but... can I come in? It won't take long, I promise."

Tim's words come out rushed, his cheeks flushed with a mix of urgency and embarrassment, as he struggles to maintain his composure despite the powerful effects of the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins.

Without hesitating, you step aside, allowing Tim to enter. His presence saturates the room, bringing with it an air of tension and anticipation.

"Tim, what's going on? Are you okay?" you asked, your voice tinged with concern and uncertainty as you closed and locked the door behind him.

His eyes met yours with an intensity that made your heart beat just a little faster, unsure of what he was going to tell you.

"I couldn't stop thinking about what I said the other day," Tim began, his words coming out in a rush. "About how you drive me crazy. I... I don't know how to explain it but I felt like I had to come see you."

His confession hung in the air, heavy with emotion and unspoken arousal.

As he stood before you, his usually composed demeanor was replaced by an air of dishevelment. His hair was messier, and his clothes weren't neat like usual. There was a manic energy in his expression, a hint of desperation that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Tim, you seem... different tonight," you remarked cautiously, noting the wild look in his eyes.

"I couldn't wait any longer," he confessed, his voice emotional, "I needed to see you. I needed to be with you tonight more than anything."

The intensity of his gaze sent your heart racing, a sense of unease creeping over you as you began to comprehend the depth of his interest. Despite the warning bells ringing in your mind, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of something akin to surrender. You longed for him to desire you so intensely that he couldn't wait for a more appropriate time, practically begging you to spend a night with him like a lost puppy.

As Tim stood before you, his agitation evident in every movement, you couldn't ignore the tension in the air. Your gaze inadvertently dropped to the now noticeable bulge in his pants and you're captivated by it, unwilling to look away. You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the undeniable evidence of his desire.

"Can you... touch me?" Tim's voice trembled with urgency as he made the request, his tone surprisingly gentle despite the underlying intensity. "You can set the pace, do anything you want, just... please, do something," he added, his words carrying a fervent plea while leaving the decision entirely in your hands.

The tension was thick but you couldn't say you were really surprised at this admission of interest. Regarding the boy in front of you, you pondered the consequences this could lead to. As far as you knew, Tim wasn't a frat boy or someone who could make your life annoying with spreading rumors about the type of girl you were at school. He'd only ever been considerate, kind, and genuine. No girlfriend that you knew of, and he'd definitely be the kind of guy who gushed about his partner if he had one, so you wouldn't be any sort of homewrecker. He always helped you with your homework, to a point where you barely needed to do anything but the minimum whenever he got involved in any of your projects or assignments. This in mind, you decided he deserved a reward.

Leaning in towards him, you place your hands against his cheeks to cup his face. His eyes are wide, the pupils dilated. You thought you heard somewhere that meant someone was in love. Staring into those blown pupils with a mixture of curiosity and arousal, you drew closer.

"Can I kiss you?" You whisper and he nods before you can even get the question out. You kiss him, noticing he seems to freeze up for a moment before kissing you back, pressing against your mouth harder. His tongue swipes against you, but before you let yourselves go any further, you pull away.

"Before things escalate, can we agree to keep it casual, keep us casual? I like what we have."

He seems so antsy, almost breathless, "Absolutely, yeah. I'm all in. No pressure."

Doubting his sincerity since he seems so gone off of whatever is happening to him, you hesitate, "Tim, I'm serious. I don't want you to agree just because of the moment or you're high."

You're staring into those dilated eyes of his in the beat of silence that follows, hoping he's really listening to you.

He looks back into your eyes, the frenzied look a little more under control. "I hear you, I'm on the same page. Friends-with-benefits, I'd love that." Notably, he doesn't deny the speculation of being high.

Nodding at the more clear communication, you went back in for the kiss, now letting his tongue enter and explore your mouth. After getting more clarity from him, you feel less tense and relax into his kiss, feeling his hand come up to touch at your hair as he takes more control of it.

Dropping to your knees when the kiss breathlessly ends, you kiss at his clothed bulge, pawing at it with a hand. Your eyes are fixated on the stricken Tim Drake above you, and he watches in awe as you deeply inhale. You can smell him through his pants and nuzzle your cheek against the bump in them.

Slowly pulling at the drawstring of his sweatpants, your fingers hook on the band and you pull them down till they're bunched at his ankles, hardly taking a breather from your kisses.

"Oh, god," he moans in a strangled voice, "You're so pretty down there."

His praise makes your cheeks begin to burn and your movements get a little more self-conscious, feeling marveled at. Moving your mouth against his bulge in his boxers, you find where the tip should be and roughly suck at it through his underwear. His body shudders, one of his hands fingering through your hair and grabbing it firmly and he hisses, "Play nice."

Feeling good about this now, you moan into his bulge at the choked tone you caused him, pulling his boxers down and kissing on his penis directly now. Lifting it, you craned underneath and kissed at his balls, licking a long strip up from them to the tip and swirling your tongue around his hole at the top. A loud moan tore through Tim and you felt him push his pelvis towards you more, the tip of his penis in your mouth beginning to inch further.

Graciously, you accept his bid, widening your mouth to swallow him completely when he pushes in. He's not terribly big but it's still a little hard to fit him in, the longer length causing it to bump into the back of your throat. He doesn't taste bad considering your previous experiences with oral. It was musty and damp like he'd just worked out, but the faint scent of soap and the neat pubes your nose was buried in told you his hygiene wasn't terrible.

Swirling your tongue with the movement, you experimentally go down on him to gauge his reaction. He moans loudly again and the sound is beautiful to you, doing it again in the hopes he moans nicely again. He does and you fixate your gaze up at him as you take his cock deeply again and his face betrayed how flustered he was, with his cheeks flushed and the look of a madman about him.

He's watching you like he adores you and when you make eye contact, his hips buck into your mouth and he whines, "I knew you'd be gorgeous swallowing my cock, you're taking it so well."

You look up at him in curiosity, so he thought about you like that? He'd pictured this?

"Fuck, I knew it. I knew you'd look beautiful on your knees."

You sense his thighs trembling and your hands come up to press against them, mouth obediently swallowing his cock.

"Oh," he chokes and roughly thrusts deeply, "I'm cumming- it's coming, swallow it all!"

He looks back down at you and then it comes as he moans loudly and crouches to push his cock as far as it will go down your throat, the overwhelming cumshot from the throbbing penis in between your lips threatening to spill out of your mouth. You always hated swallowing cum, and the hot orgasm spurting into your mouth is no exception. You feel your gag reflex threatening to make this night nightmarish but then it ebbs away as you focus on the fact the flow of cum is slowing down, on the fact this particular sensation will go away soon.

You can't lie he sounds and looks delicious otherwise, your eyes focusing on his flustered face that looks almost entirely delirious now. He's sweaty but the handsome face almost glows with liveliness, cheeks flushed and jawline trembling with emotion.

Gently, you slide his penis out of your mouth, sucking any remaining cum or spit off until you get to the tip, lightly swirling your tongue against his hole. When you finally pop off, his hand cups your cheek and he promptly drops to his knees, passionately grabbing your face and kissing you. His tongue wriggles into your mouth and you're surprised he's tongue-kissing you with the flavor of his cum fresh in your mouth still. One of his hands hungrily comes up to knead at your tit and you whimper as he harshly pinches on the end of it. Then he's pulled away from the kiss but his body is beginning to overwhelm you, crawling on top of you as you fall back onto your butt with your legs in front.

"Let me have you," he pleads, and you feel his penis is hard again and prodding against your thigh, "Please let me have you right now."

You wouldn't have preferred doing it mere feet away from your front door, especially since the crack under the door was a couple centimeters wide and anyone in the hall could probably hear you without effort, but the wild look in his eyes and the famished way he pulled at both your tits now made you want to indulge in such an animalistic fucking. Something was hot about the desperate way he looked, something enticing about the frenzied approach. You'd never seen this side of him, and the consequences of indulging with him in such a degrading way was far from your mind when his head dipped down and he tugged at the hem of your shirt. Helping him take off your shirt by lifting your arms, he wasted no time in shoving his face in your cleavage, nipping at the top of your breasts with his teeth.

Yelping at the surprising and slightly painful sensation, your hands come up to grip at his hair and he lays large wet kisses against your breasts, sucking at the skin there. You know he's gunning for hickeys and you whimper when he alternates between open-mouthed kisses and biting, arching and pressing your breasts further towards him.

His mouth pops off of them and he leans in, head over your shoulder as he fidgets with your bra clasp behind you. You turn your head as he fiddles with it and bury your face into his neck, inhaling deeply before kissing at it. He smells faintly of laundry detergent, but there's sweat and a slightly sweeter smell lingering on him, the sweeter smell hanging heavily in your nostrils and seemingly dripping at the back of your throat. It makes your head buzz a little and you pull away in a daze when he fails to unclasp your bra, your tits popping out of the thing when he pulls it down in frustration.

"What cologne do you wear?" You ask without really wanting to know right now, feeling your head spin after smelling at his neck.

"I'm not," he gasps, squeezing and pinching at your nipples freely now, and you throw your head back with a moan when he attaches at them with his mouth. He uses his tongue and teeth to alternate between nibbling and flicking at them with his tongue, paying attention to each side as he can. His penis is excitedly bumping against your thigh in his boxers and you kick your shorts off, groping at his bulge.

"Please," he says with need when he takes a break from your tits, and his hand now fumbles at his boxers. You see him pull his cock out from the hole in them and understand what he wants when he slides your panties aside, not bothering to remove them. His dick prods at you and his hips slowly move around, trying to find your entrance. Aroused and excited to feel him enter, you reach down to guide him in.

Then, you remember.

Groaning in annoyance, you gently begin pushing him off of you, "Tim, we have to use a condom. They're in my room."

He finally pulls off your tits with enough of your pushing, and he looks at you like he doesn't understand, a rabid look glinting in his eyes.

You smile, trying to make the best of it, "C'mon, it'll be more comfortable for us on the bed anyways."

Standing and realizing you feel uncharacteristically light-headed, you unsteadily make your way to your bedroom, feeling him grip at your hips while he follows. You apologize for the pornography still loudly streaming from your TV as you make your way to your dresser to get a condom, and his eyes quickly become glued to the visual stimulation, mouth opened slightly as he stared.

"Keep it on," he instructs when he notices you reach for the TV remote, "Keep it on and get over here."

You approach the bed where he sits on the end, and he opens the wrapper and pulls his boxers down to reveal his penis, hastily rolling the condom onto his length. The sensation of doing so seems to be much more stimulating to him than you thought it would, and he moans and whimpers as he pulls it all the way down. Once it's on, he grabs forward at your waist and yanks you down onto him, your breasts smashing against his face as you fall onto him. He's strong and you're letting him pull you around, straddling his lap and looking down at the needy man.

"Here," you say, reaching past him to grab your pillow and tuck it under his head, "There you go."

You smile down at him sweetly and he smiles back, kneading at your ass as you sit atop him. Leaning down to kiss him, you use a hand to reach down and guide his penis against your entry, pulling it to rub it up and down against you. His tip collects your aroused wetness and the movement become slippery as it slides with your lubrication. Just when you can tell he's getting antsy and about to whine, you guide it until you feel it at the tip of your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto it and his grip on your ass tightens until it's almost painful.

"Oh," He moans, deeply affected. His hips are still as you let him slowly penetrate you until you're full with him and there's no more room in you to sink down further, "Oh, god, you feel so good."

"How do I feel?" You ask in curiosity, looking at him as he seems dazed with the sensation of your pussy. A sudden thrust upwards into you makes you yelp, his hard penis harshly bumping against your cervix. His eyes are closed as he collects his words.

"You're so warm and fluttering around me," he says, and it's true. You feel yourself squeezing at him at the sight of him, his relief evident, "I've never felt so good; it's like you were meant to have me buried in you."

His words are spoken with conviction, and you're processing it all when he thrusts again. It still hurts, but less now. Your head is spinning, but you catch onto his new rhythm and begin lifting your hips up, forcefully pushing them down on him in time with his thrusts.

Pained but aroused moans spilling from your lips in time with each thrust, you realize your tits are bouncing around in his face with your fucking, swinging around wildly. His grip on your hips tightens impossibly and you see his biceps flex madly when his muscles take over, overriding your own rhythm and violently making you meet his thrusts. The moans from his own mouth gets louder until they're louder than yours, his pace quickening at the sight of your expression above him. You look fucked out and in pain and he relishes in it, knowing the sound of skin slapping against skin is his own doing. He grits his teeth and pulls you all the way down on his length like you were when you got on top at first, shooting his orgasm into the condom but envisioning it shooting straight into your womb.

You hiss in some pain at this large and painful thrust, moaning at the distant feeling of his dick twitching in you. The base of his cock is nestled at your entrance and you feel the entire length of it throbbing in your hot pussy as he takes his time to finish.

"You haven't cum," he says through heavy breaths as he comes down and you know he isn't asking but stating his observation.

"It's still really hot," you admit, "I like how it feels when you cum in me."

Staring up at you, he brings his hands up to your ass again and lifts his hips to inch the both of you towards the head of the bed, reaching towards the bedside dresser and grabbing one of your vibrators, handing it to you. You're still impaled on him and gasp at the sensation of him jerking you forward with him on his dick. Now kneading rhythmically at your tits, he pulls at them like he was milking you, "Cum on my cock."

Wide-eyed, you realize he's perceptive and has noticed your vibrators when you came in.

His gaze is drinking you in, eyes less wild as he stares. When you hesitate, he takes the vibrator from your fingers and turns it on, placing it against your clit as you sit on him. You're impressed he knows where the clit is and you jump at the sensation of the vibrator bumping against it, feeling him thrust up with an overstimulated whimper when you jump.

"Tim," you gasp, "doesn't that hurt?"

"Don't worry about it," he hisses through gritted teeth, "I need to feel you cum on my cock."

So you focus on finding your orgasm, hyperaware of the hard rod resting in your secret place, tracing the sex toy along places near your clitoris and moaning in pleasure as you play with yourself. He whimpers every time you squeeze on him and you squeeze on him any time you find pleasure near your clit. His hands return to milking your tits and you remember that his condom is full of his cum, sloshing around deep inside you and pressing against your cervix. The fear of the condom breaking suddenly rushes you to your first orgasm and you gasp his name, feeling him twitch deep inside you as you repeat his name helplessly in your climax. He strains upwards and his lips catch a nipple, sucking harshly as you begin to come down.

"Keep it there," he growls when you begin to pull your vibrator away, "We're not going anywhere until you cum again."

"Tim," you whimper, "I can't."

"I know you can," he says, thrusting upwards experimentally. The movement makes the vibrator bump against your clit and you squeeze down on him at your own overstimulation, making him groan. He slowly and determinedly begins thrusting into you again, small tears forming in his eyes at the overstimuation.

His stubborn insistence on chasing your second high even though you're both beyond the edge only makes you more aroused and you rut against him. He's not thrusting fully, but more so bumping against your cervix in small movements and you're fraught with a visual of the full condom sloshing around. You wonder if he will cum again into it, if it will become so full with his semen it bursts inside you. This thought along with his steady breast kneading causes the knot to quickly build up in your cunt until it comes undone again, and your second orgasm hits in a fray of overstimulation and whimpering.

"There you go," he coos, legs underneath you twitching at your pulsing movements, "There you go, you did so well. You did so good for me, baby...you were meant for it."

You shudder at the sweet tone, being pulled down for a long kiss. His chest is sweaty, the space in between the bottom of your thighs and the tops of his is slick, and you're gasping against his neck when he holds you. The two of you spend a while in that embrace, regaining your breaths and recovering from the intense session. Your head rests against his collarbone until you stir, slowly lifting yourself off him and breathing through the feeling of his cock sliding out of you. When it's fully out, you collapse next to him on the bed, bringing a leg up to wrap around his as you both take a breather.

You know you told him it was no commitment, no feelings, no drama, but you can't deny yourself a cuddle session after sex regardless. He doesn't speak, but the silence is comfortable as you rest your head against the crook of his chest and side. The atmosphere in the room shifts subtly as the distant sounds of the television fade into the background, replaced by the incessant chirping of Tim's phone.

You can't help but notice the growing urgency in Tim's demeanor as he glances at his device, a furrow forming on his brow. Despite your reluctance, he rises from the bed, his movements hesitant yet determined.

Sitting up despite your whines of protest, Tim looks at his device in concern and reluctance, "I have to take this."

Your initial protest dies on your lips as you watch him leave the room, a knot of unease forming in the pit of your stomach. What could possibly be so pressing at this hour? The uncertainty gnaws at you, feeding into the growing sense of unease.

As you strain to make out the muffled voices from the other room, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. The once familiar sounds of Tim's voice now carry an edge of tension, each word laced with frustration and urgency. It's a stark contrast to the comfortable silence you shared moments ago.

Your heart sinks further as Tim returns, his expression weighed down by an unspoken burden. The air between you feels heavy with anticipation, as if bracing for the inevitable.

"What's wrong?" you venture cautiously, already dreading the answer.

Tim's gaze flickers with a mixture of regret and resignation as he meets your eyes, his voice heavy with apology, "I'm really sorry, but something came up. I have to go."

Your mind races, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in the atmosphere. What could possibly be so urgent? Despite your efforts to remain composed, a wave of insecurity washes over you. Did this mean you weren't important enough to prioritize?

"...Really?" you finally utter, your voice trembling slightly.

"Yes," he reluctantly confirms, a guilty expression on his face, "I'm very sorry, but I need to attend to this."

Wanting to protest but knowing it would be more frustration than it was worth, you nodded slowly at the news, "...Okay."

He starts for the door, ""I wish I could stay, but I really need to go. I'll make this up to you, I swear."

As Tim heads towards the front of your apartment to gather his belongings and dress, you follow behind, hastily pulling on your shirt as you move. Despite the turmoil swirling within, you're determined to maintain a façade of composure, refusing to let the tears welling up inside spill over. The uncertainty gnaws at you as you watch him prepare to leave, a knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. You desperately cling to the hope that something truly urgent has come up, unable to bear the thought of him simply walking away after the intimacy you shared. You wonder if you'll be able to face him at school after this, but the thought is so overwhelming to you that you just try to focus on the present moment.

You swallow hard, forcing a tight-lipped smile as you bid him farewell, your heart heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions. As the door clicks shut behind him, you're left standing alone in the hallway, grappling with the aftermath of his abrupt departure.

After a long moment, you decide that freshening up will probably help you feel better and you turn on heel to head towards the bathroom, the goal of brushing your teeth and washing your face the only thing you're ready to focus on in your sudden loneliness.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

@dakota-rain666 @tyga-stripes @obsessedwithromance

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - One heart.

Warning : suicidal thoughts, drug use

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “Please do another part of the 'one-sided' love with Choi su-bong” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : pt.1 TWO HEARTS // English is in bold // I think Thanos mostly won the ddakji game because we didn’t see him get slapped, unlike all the other characters (?)

Thanos was having a bad night, staying up late, rewatching MG Coin’s latest video.

He had lost 500 million won in crypto currency because of that asshole.

“Put it all in, trust me.” He said, repeating what the YouTuber had said. “Fucking bitch.” He was now indebted to a total of 1.19 billion won. How was he supposed to repay all that ?

He wanted to call you. He had grabbed his phone and typed in your name, but as you popped up, he decided against it, throwing it back on the bed.

It was really late and he knew you struggled with sleep, not wanting to stop you from resting.

So he walked out with his vape and his subway card in his pockets, his cross around his neck.

The more he walked, and the more he felt his sanity lose him, agonizing over all the lost money, failed love attempt and his failed rap career.

He didn’t know how to get rid of his debt, and he couldn’t even ask you, you just had enough money to live somewhat comfortably thanks to your part time job.

Thanos took a hit of his vape as he walked, frustration growing heavier and heavier to the point of hitting his head several times with the small device, not caring about the weird stare from the people around.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did he say to go all in ? Did he do that on purpose ?!” He yelled, angry at both the YouTuber and himself for trusting him.

“What are you looking at ?” He asked angrily at someone passing nearby who side eyed him.

When he stopped walking, he was in the middle of a bridge. He looked to the side, watching the dark water. He could still see the waves, reflecting the moonlight.

For a moment he considered jumping. What’s stopping him ?

You’d probably cry over him a bit, like his other friends, but then you’d all move on. And then you’d forget about him.

He won’t even have a funeral worth remembering, whether they find his body in the water or not. Maybe with his greenish/yellowish shirt people would find him ? Maybe he should’ve put on a darker shirt ?

He took another drag of his vape, letting the smoke out with a sigh. He leaned closer to the border, looking at how high the bridge was.

Would it hurt if he jumped, would he really die ? Would his bones just break at the contact of the water ?

He opened his cross, taking a pill and swallowing it before letting out another sigh and pulling away, walking back. The drug quickly relaxing him.

As he waited for the subway, a man approached him.

“Excuse me, sir.” A voice called from behind. Thanos barely turned around, waving him away.

“Don’t need your help.” He said quietly.

“I must insist, I want to talk to you about a great opportunity.”

Thanos finally turned around, barely giving the guy a glance.

“What do you want ?”

“I’m sure it will interest you.” The man said, showing his suitcase before opening it. It had two pieces of paper, folded into squares, one red, one blue, and a large amount of cash.

Thanos looked at him then at the money and at him once more with raised eyebrows, pointing at it.

“What if I told you you could win money by playing a game with me ?” The man said with a gentle smile. Thanos looked at him, interested.

“What ?”

“A game of ddakji. I flip the card, you give me 100 000 won. You flip the card, I give you 100 000 won. Okay ?”

Thanos looked at him for a second before nodding.

“So which color do you want to play as ?” The man asked, taking the two pieces of paper.

“Red.” Thanos replied, pointing at it before taking a hit of his vape.

The man gave it to him, placing the blue one on the floor and placing himself a few feet to the side, giving Thanos space.

Thanos looked at the red card, quickly trying to study it to know how to throw it to win, nothing came to him. He approached the blue one, glanced at the man once before focusing back on the game, and then threw it right on the blue card who was sent in the air before falling on its other side.

Wide eyed, Thanos looked at the man, holding one hand out, ready to get the money.

“The round is not over.” The man said with a smile, before signaling Thanos to move to the side. He took the blue card, leaving the red one on the ground before powerfully and confidently throwing it down, the red card successfully flipping over.

Thanos groaned, cursing under his breath. He had no money on himself, but he could still pay back with the money earned in the game, right ?

They played a total of 10 rounds, 6 of which Thanos won. Winning him 600 000 won, but having lost four rounds made him lose 400 000, so a total of 200 000 won earned in the end.

The man took a large sum of money, counting it before giving it to Thanos who took a drag of his vape before taking the money.

“Sir.” The man said, closing his suitcase as Thanos counted the money before giving it a kiss. “You can make big money playing games like this for a few days. Would you like to give it a try ?”

Thanos looked at him, confused. This had to be a scam.

That’s when the man called him by his real name, taking him off guard as he said his age, the schools he went to, what year he left, to whom he owes money and how much, the small jobs he had and when he started his rap career and how he failed it. Finishing by mentioning his dad and his failed relationship attempt with you.

“What is it ? Who are you ?” Thanos asked, approaching the man, ready to fight. “You stalking me ?”

But the man didn’t answer, instead taking out a small card, unbothered.

“We have a few spots left.” He smiled as Thanos took the card, briefly looking at it. “Give me a call.”

Then he walked away with his suitcase, disappearing into the subway as Thanos stayed there, considering ripping off the small piece of paper.

“What the fuck ?” He looked around, trying to see if there really was someone following him.

“A few games like this, huh ?” Thanos said, finally looking back at the card, placing it in his pocket with the money.

Thinking, he began to move his lower jaw repeatedly along with his fingers, waiting for the next train.

When it finally arrived, he sat down inside, jaw still in action, head moving up and down to the rhythm of some song, hands flying in the air.

Not a lot of people were on the train at this hour, though he earned a few stares from the most sober ones. The drunks were barely conscious or too focused on themselves and their friends, talking and laughing loudly.

He almost missed his stop, listening too intently to a discussion nearby. His jaw moved faster the more he focused on them.

Walking out of the subway, Thanos thought about getting his phone out to send you a picture of the money but he remembered he had left it on his bed.

“Shit.” His head dropped down.

He continued his way back home, soon noticing a man sitting on the stairs by his door, face down.

“Is that bastard sleeping ?” He asked quietly. He wanted to give them a kick but moved past him to unlock his door instead, hearing a faint music coming from him. Thanos guessed he wasn’t asleep as the man began to hum quietly. “Fucking bitch, taking my stairs for a public bench.”

As he searched for his keys, he recognized the song. ‘Ego’ by BigBang, the song you kept listening to recently. And it was also your voice humming it.

“Fucking… [Name] ?” He asked, turning around. You didn’t respond, still humming. He gave you a kick to the side, making you jump and rip off your earphones.

“What the- Oh ! T !” You smiled, standing up. “What the fuck did you hit me for ?” You added with a frown, pausing your music.

“I thought you were some drunkard ! Why were you waiting like that !” He pointed at you, angry, stomping.

“How did you want me to wait ?!” You pointed at him in return. “I called your phone but you didn’t answer, so I knocked at your door but nothing ! Who sleeps like a fucking log, huh ?! So I thought you were out and I could wait for you.”

He stared at you, before squeezing the bridge of his nose, calming down. He didn’t know why you were here but it would be a lie to say he wasn’t happy to see you.

“How are you not asleep ?”

“You’re… not either ?” You pointed out.

“Yeah but you have sleeping troubles.”

“Yeah, exactly, that’s why I’m up, dumbass.” You said with a laugh. “Are you letting us in or do you prefer to have this conversation outside ?”

He stared at you before rolling his eyes and unlocking the door, keeping it open for you to get in.

“Why did you go through all the trouble to get here ?” He asked with a smile as you walked past him.

“I have something to tell you.” You replied, looking away.

“Me too, you’ll never believe what happened.” He said, closing the door behind himself and following you to his room.

“What ?”

“I got 200 000 won just by playing a children’s game.”

“Nice. Are you sure this wasn’t a scam ?” You asked, laying on his bed, grabbing his phone and giving it to him. He unlocked it, seeing all the texts you had sent him. He would freak out about them, but you’re here, so he can’t.

He sat next to you, grabbing his pillow and giving it to you. You took it, giving a quick ‘thanks’ as you rested your head on it.

“The guy even gave me his card to play more games. Said I could win a lot more.” He took out the card and the cash, showing them to you.

You said nothing, studying the money. Was it stolen ? Was there a way to know ? You took out your phone and asked Naver.

“He uh- he also knew a shit tons of things about me. Like, crazy level.” He grimaced, lips in a pout.

“Huh ?!” You raised your head, letting your phone drop from your hands. “Throw that card away, don’t call them !”

“I won’t !”

“Yeah you’re just thinking about it ! I know you.” You sat up, placing a hand on his. He looked at it. “There’s no such thing as easy money, unless you’re already rich. This is so obviously a trap.”

He sighed, slightly upset you weren’t as excited about it as he was.

“I could pay my debts !”

“Or die ? Maybe they’re gonna take all your organs, your fucking eyes ?” You squeezed his hand, trying to make your point across. His heart skipped a beat.

“He said they were games, like the one we played.”

“And you trust him because he gave you 200 000 won ?”

“It was ddakji.”

You pulled your hand away with a sigh, feeling defeated, but he grabbed it back.

“Nothing bad is going to happen. Trust me.”

“No, I’m not gonna trust him for you. Throw that card away, don’t call them.” You pulled away, grabbing the card and throwing it to the floor. “I don’t want to find you dead, or have you disappear and never see your body because some asshole got you with money.”

He looked at you, he knew you cared about him, you had made that clear before, but he didn’t know you worried like that. He could feel his heart flutter in his chest.

“I… lost 500 million won more...” He said quietly, looking away, biting his lips.

“During the ddakji game ?!” You looked at him, wide eyed.

“No, earlier. Because of fucking MG Coin. That’s why I was out.”

You sighed, placing your head in your hands. You had like, 9% of what he just lost on your account. That wouldn’t even help him. Fuck.

“If I play the games-”

“Oh my god you’re so fucking stubborn ! No !”

“10 rounds, I won 6 of them !” He said, trying to make you understand.

“And what ? That makes you lucky ? Then why weren’t you lucky earlier and not lose 500 billion won ?”

“It doesn’t rely on luck.”

“Yes it does ? Not entirely but it does, I watch his videos too.” You looked at him again. “If you lose one of their games, whatever that is, what do you think is gonna happen ? Which organ are they gonna harvest from you first ? How many organs are you gonna lose for you to understand it’s a stupid idea ?”

“Alright, alright, calm down.” He got off the bed, grabbing the card and throwing it in the trash before regaining his place next to you. “You’re stressing me out with your organ talk.”

“I fucking hope so ? This whole situation is stressful. You said he knew shit about you ? How ?” You laid back down, searching Thanos on Naver to see how much information about him would pop up.

“I don’t know.” He replied, his back resting against the headboard as he slowly slid down, now laying next to you.

You were lost in your thoughts, eyes moving quickly on the screen, as Thanos observed you, knowing you were probably already thinking about how to help or what you could tell the cops.

God, he really wanted to kiss you, watching as your fingers pulled nervously at the skin of your lips.

“What did you want to tell me ?” He finally asked, hands waving between you and your phone.

“I don’t think it’s the right time for that.” You replied still lost in your own head, grabbing his hands to stop them from interfering with your thoughts.

He stayed like this, his hands in yours for a few seconds before talking again.

“I almost ended it.”

Your eyes slowly looked at him, thinking about his words, not understanding.

“I was on a bridge. Looked so damn fine.” He said before looking at you, seeing you slowly realize. The more your eyes grew in size, the more anxiety he felt.

“What ?!” You pulled on his hands, leaning closer.

“Stop freaking out, I didn’t jump.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“Why didn’t you call me ?”

“Because I wanted you to sleep.”

“Oh fuck you.” You hit his shoulder. “Since when do you care about my sleep ? You’re always…” You let out a frustrated groan, planting your face in the sheets.

“What ?” He laughed. “I’m always what ? I don’t send you texts at night so you can sleep, remember ?”

“Well, maybe you should, because it’s fucking boring.” You said, glaring at him.

“Text me, I’ll text you back !”

“But you’re the one with a rather not shitty sleep schedule, I’m the one who doesn't want to wake you up.”

“How many times will I have to tell you ? Mh ?” He placed his index under your chin.

You looked at him, confused.

“I” He pointed at himself, “Love” making a heart with his fingers, “You.” and then pointing at you, tapping your chest. “So I don’t care if you wake me up at 3-”

You planted your lips on his, one hand gently holding his face while the other held the one still pointing at your chest. Your eyes were closed shut as he looked at you in surprise, lips following you when you pulled away.

He didn’t wait for an explanation, instantly kissing you again, a kiss less restrained than yours. Hands crawling to your face, holding you close. Kissing you again and again.

Thanos had no idea what was going on, did you change your mind ? But he wasn’t going to drop any crumbs.

He felt you climb on top of him, your lips kissing all his face. His heart could explode, but not before he made a thousand raps about it.

“What’s- happening ? I’m so fucking confused, man.” He said with a smile, chuckling once you two had calmed down.

You hugged him tightly, resting against him, face hidden in the crook of his neck.

“Your plan to be fucking annoying and win me over worked.” You said quietly, embarrassed.

“Hah ! When did you know ?” He asked, his hand caressing your back.

“I realized a long time ago. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to be right.”

“Asshole ! And I’m the one who’s stubborn ?” He pinched your sides, making you squirm.

“Exactly- Stop it- Why do you think we’re in this situation ?” You sighed.

He smiled, before letting out a small scream, shaking you violently.

“I’m so fucking happy !” He said, kissing you again, looking at you with a huge smile, tightly holding you. You laughed, kissing his neck. You stayed like this for a moment, enjoying each other’s warmth as you slowly felt sleep creep on you. But before it could arrive you moved.

“Promise me you won’t call them.” You said, pulling away, sitting on him with a yawn.

“Alright, I promise. Anything.” He smiled, raising his hand to make a pinky promise.

“Good !” You said with a big voice, quickly closing the distance to plant another kiss on his lips. Before moving down slightly and planting your face against his chest.

You frowned, feeling his cross against you, so with one hand you reached under his shirt through his collar to grab it and pushed it away, making him chuckle.

“If you wanted to put your hands in my shirt so bad you could just do it.”

“Shut up.” You closed your eyes, before actually taking him up on the offer, gliding your hands under his shirt and resting them on his sides.

You could hear his heart pound faster as he wrapped his arms around you, letting out a pleased sigh.

“I love you.” You said quietly, smiling to yourself when his heart picked up speed again. “Good night.”

[megalomaniacz]

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pt 1

smut, top!cait x bottom!reader

“be my date to this party my friend is throwing?”

you couldn’t say no, not that you wanted to, but you really did owe her. plus, you had nothing to do this weekend but homework and sulking rewatching the same episodes of the same show while stuffing your face with popcorn, so you said yes.

she told you she’d pick you up at 9 and you were ready by 4:30. the anxiety of the night twisting your stomach into pretzel-like knots. you take a small breath as you leave your dorm and walk out to the front. it was 8:59 but it seemed like she’d been sitting there a while. you hurry to the car and get in her passenger’s seat, hands placed neatly in your lap.

“you excited?” she asks. eyes focused on the road ahead. you let out a small “yes” before she turns her music up and you both sit in silence on the way.

you show up to a house you’d never been to before. there were a couple parties you attended, but never one quite like this. the house was huge, it had the kind of staircase that was shaped like a spiral. there were free drinks everywhere, and the music was blowing from a huge set of speakers. you saw a group of people in the corner smoking weed, and even recognized your cheermates mingling in the kitchen.

caitlyn grabbed your hand and led you upstairs where it was a bit quieter. she opened the door to a room all the way down the hallway where two other people sat sharing a bottle. “hello everyone, let me introduce you to my new friend.”

“the cheer girl. i recognize you.” one of them says and it makes you wish you could melt into the floor. “be nice, vi, it wasn’t her fault.” caitlyn sits next to her, pawing for a drink. “whatever you say, cupcake.” vi responds, giving her the bottle. caitlyn then passes it to you, and you take a large drink, knowing this night will be long.

the night went on smoothly after a couple drinks. you’d left the room to go to the bathroom when you found yourself back downstairs dancing against another basketball player to an rnb song. you closed your eyes, feeling the music.

after thirty seconds you could feel someone pull you aside. the figure drags you to the bathroom before your vision clears and you realize it’s caitlyn. “what’s the matter kiramman?” you furrow your brows.

she seems angry, the type of angry people try their best to hide. you could see her face turning red and her knuckles turning white. she nearly talks between gritted teeth.

“why the fuck were you dancing with that witch?”

you take a very loud gulp. turning yourself around to face the mirror. her hands are at both of your sides so you can’t slip away, and you can feel the anxiety start to sober you up. “who was i dancing with? is there a problem with dancing?”

you can feel her growing angrier with you, her dress just above her knees. her heels making her tower over you. she turns you around and places a firm hand under your chin. “there’s a problem when you’re dancing with maddie and you came here as my date.”

suddenly you feel flush. your body growing weak under her gaze. that was caitlyn’s ex. how could you have not known? how embarrassing. you open your mouth to apologize, but instead, feel a push on your stomach. caitlyn steps back as you run over to the toilet and hack up a mixture of whatever you’d been snacking on to calm your nerves earlier today. she put a hand on the back of your head and began to shush you.

“i think it’s time for us to go.”

you couldn’t believe you were apologizing once again to caitlyn. how many mistakes were you gonna make to piss her off? she hushed you as she ushered you out of the house, sitting you in the passengers seat. five minutes into the ride you were fully sober, and realized you were not headed back to your dorm.

caitlyn pulled into the parking lot of her apartment, then opened the door to help you out of the car. you both silently walk up the stairs hand in hand until you reach her door. she unlocks it and you both walk in. all the lights are off except for a dim lamp in the living room and some leds in the hallway.

she slumps on the couch and you sit next to her. another apology falling from your lips.

“i’m so-“

“sorry? you’ve been incredibly sorry the last few days, but things don’t seem to change, huh? you keep embarrassing me.” caitlyn interrupts.

you feel your heart sink and your eyes begin to water. it was true, you just kept making mistakes. you were sure you’d be the topic of discussion tomorrow. caitlyn’s date dancing with her ex? how much messier can things get?

“i promise i’ll make it up to you.” you start as you notice her beginning to take her jewelry off. she unbuckles her belt and slips off her short black denim jacket. “oh yeah?” she asks, stretching her neck. you get closer to her, hands reaching out towards her face. “i’ll give you a massage. i’ll do your taxes. please…i’m so sorry.”

she leans in closer to you, a smirk on her face as she grabs yours and pulls you in for a kiss. you feel your heart beating faster, hands growing sweaty, as if the wind had been knocked out of you. her lips were so soft you melted into them. tasting hints of mint on her tongue.

when you pull away you catch a glint in her eyes. the way she’s looking at you now is far different than earlier. she bites her lip, pulling her hair out of her face. “you really wanna make it up to me?”

you nod your head, and she’s on top of you, straddling your waist as she kisses down your jaw to your neck leaving marks on your chest. you close your eyes, melting into her touch. the pleasure causing you to push your legs together. shallow breaths come out as she notices and begins to spread them apart with her knees.

“fuck.” you whine, feeling exposed. you were wearing an oversized shirt as a dress with nothing but tights underneath. she grabs at them, ripping a hole around your heat. when you open your mouth in defense of your tights, she shushes you. “i’ll buy you more.”

she then tugs your underwear to the side and latches her tongue onto your heat. mouth pushed into you as if you were running away. which you were, squirming under her stomach twisting pleasure. you could feel it in your thighs and your arms. the way her tongue twisted against you. her mouth sucking up your slick.

and as if that wasn’t enough, she inserted her middle finger, pulsing at your g spot. it causes you to cry out her name. “ca- caitlyn.” you whimper. she pulls away for a second to look up at you. beautiful blue eyes piercing through yours. as you open your mouth to say something else, she inserts another finger, cutting you off.

your back arches as you try to take it like a good girl. hands digging into her couch while you buck up into her mouth. her grip on you is tighter now. one hand fucking into you while the other wraps itself around your thigh pulling you in. you can’t help but cry out to her. feeling your climax approaching.

“fuck m’gonna.” you breath out. your hands tangle themselves in her hair, legs shaking as she has you seeing fucking stars.

you can feel the orgasm bubbling up when suddenly she pulls away from you, spitting on your cunt and sucking it back up before wiping her lips off with the back of her hand. she takes her fingers out, cleaning them with her tongue, and looks up at your poor pathetic face.

“now we’re even.”

[bluedandylyon]

Rewatch Rambles (tm)

Season 1

PRINCESS PROM PRINCESS PROM WE'RE GOING TO PRINCESS PROM

(pt 1. Listen, u don't understand. I wrote SEVEN pages of notes while watching this episode dude)

The way this show deals with propaganda, I stg. Phrases like this make Scorpia's defection hit so much harder. The way the Horde just fed complete lies to this really sweet and kind person to destroy her self-esteem and prevent her from looking deeper into the colonization of her home that took place.

The destruction of the Scorpioni people's culture and home is horrible. Scorpia desperately holds on to the propaganda that her family just "handed over" the land to Hordak to deal with the cognitive dissonance of being part of the Horde. It breaks my heart every time.

RAH just the way that Catra has internalized Adora’s abandonment and compartmentalized that She-ra and Adora are two different people to cope with her abandonment bc she is so angry at Adora but she loves her and the only way those two can co-exist is if she turns She-ra into a different person than Adora and dump all of the anger she feels towards She-ra. 

And also this phrase

Is so sad because it just goes to show that Catra fully believes Adora asked her to come with her as an afterthought after meeting Bow and Glimmer and thinking they’re better friends bc they “fit in”.

She thinks Adora is embarrassed of their past connection and again, it stems from the “you are kind of disrespectful”, at least the sentiment behind that statement. To Catra, Adora sees her as inferior and a person who is so disobedient and socially weird, that that’s why she gets mistreated and doesn’t get what she wants, cuz she doesn’t “fit in”. 

The way I fucking LOVE extremely neurodivergent Adora planning for the ball, I love her so much. It feels like that thing I do where I practice what I’m going to say to a person and like possible conversation topics before a hang-out but cranked to 300. 

The way Adora is so freaking uncomfortable throughout the makeover sequence bc she only feels safe in her clothes. It’s so transmasc coded,  being forced into dresses and feeling like it’s ur only choice and like,,, disappointing ur female friends when you’re not into makeup and dresses and nails AURGH. I know Adora is comfy with dresses later, in the future vision, but I just relate to her discomfort on very femme presenting clothes in the early szns a lot. 

This transition from Adora’s room to the FZ using Catra putting on her jacket is so GOOD.

Also holy shit she's so hot, suit Catra HELP ME. Listen they don't call me the Masc Catra CEO for nothing, I will go FERAL over her during all of these rambles. U signed up for this.

I gotta admit that Catra did go thru gay panic looking at Scorpia in that dress.

I mean, same. Scorpia is fucking ripped and she WORKS that dress.

Also maybe I’m reading too much into it but this transition of Scorpia walking to grab Catra’s hand into Adora ready for the ball could symbolize that Catra is only thinking of how jealous Adora is going to be? Like she’s grabbing Scorpia’s hand but she’s really thinking about Adora and how she’s going to get a rise out of her. 

This frame just symbolizes Adora’s coping mechanism since she left the Horde so well. She’s just leaned completely into She-Ra and feels completely dependent on her bc she will just break down with so many emotions if she takes like a single second to process all that’s happened to her.

Huh, you know what? I'm pretty sure this is the first episode in the series so far where Adora doesn't turn into She-Ra throughout the whole run.

I love Entrapta just being so completely sure of herself here and loving her own company, I would be talking about “the social experiment” with her for hours lol.

This really shows how much of a show Catra is putting on. She looks around for Adora and then grabs Scorpia's pincer. Her #1 goal tonight is make Adora jealous. Kidnap her friends for her master plan is a close second.

This whole transition is peak, when she notices Catra entering the ball right after saying that is RAH. It's a good wake-up call, that at the end of the day she did leave Catra behind, even if she tried to get her to come with. Idk, I just like that she is made aware of the loose ends in her past. That even though she is starting to fit in with the alliance and crafting a new identity for herself, she shouldn't forget where she comes from and the relationships she left behind.

Especially because this is the first ep that highlights Catra and Glimmer’s parallel struggles with fitting in and dealing with their abandonment issues. They actually deal with it very similarly, trying to get a rise out of the person they love by showing "they’re so much better off without them".

Bow doesn’t really rise to the bait bc he’s much more emotionally mature and secure, but Adora totally falls for it bc,,,, she doesn’t really know how to deal with most emotions. 

This is Glimmer’s first time really seeing Catradora interacting and I love her confused ass face like “why is Adora being really intense with this specific horde soldier rn” also Catra’s mlep is 10/10

The way Adora IMMEDIATELY falls for Catra’s bait. like, it’s actually kind of embarrassing for her how fast she folds shkdjshsaj there is NOTHING in that party except for Catra as soon as she arrives.

Also the special Adora smirk, love to see it.

literally SO unnecessarily sensual. She did NOT have to caress the pole like that. Girlie is working overtime.

I am also obsessed with thinking that Catra made the lil paper ahead of time and even put in a little doodle. My blorbo doesn’t mess around, she clocks IN to her shift as #1 ex situationship menace.

Also arghhh as a person with abandonment issues, I feel this fucking episode so hard with Glimmer. I know Bow is frustrated and annoyed, which is so fair but it’s also kinda mean how he doesn’t take a second to validate her feelings of fear of him moving on from their friendship.

Like Glimmer's feelings are valid as hell. When you are used to having a best friend u do everything with, that dynamic changing without any warning is scary! Especially if you struggle with feelings of inferiority.

I just LOVE the parallels between glimbow and catradora in this ep. And I like how glimbow’s way of communicating is slightly better but it’s still unhealthy and invalidating vs Catradora’s,,,,, not communicating at all

Bow straight up ate with this line tho.

I'm gonna save the dance for pt 2 bc I have 5 pictures left on this post and y'all know there's gonna be a LOT of dance screencaps.

[aanoia]

Orphic (pt.1)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 3,719 warnings; injury, mentions of death Pt. 2; Pt. 3 Important note; this is sort of a continuation of a previous story that can be found on my Wattpad. It's not required to read that story, in fact it was written years ago (now it's very poorly written, but then it was my best writing). It will give backstory on your parents. Speaking of your parents, you were born to Tsu'tey and Y/n. Tsu'tey died the same death as in the movie, and Y/n died during childbirth. Jake and Neytiri took you in and named you after your mother. You're basically twins with Neteyam :) Bold is English :) the normal text is Na'vi

Decided to stray from my Marauders era for the time being, as I rewatched the Avatar movies and that phase is coming back. This is mostly a trial to see if I want to post this series on Tumblr, or just on Wattpad. The format will probably change a bit as time goes on :)

The ground beneath her rushes past as her ikran races through the air, following closely behind the group of older warriors. She stays steady on her ikran, completely in tune with her surroundings as her sharp eyes scan across the moving terrain. The unpleasant hum of the skywalker machines fill her ears, and her lip subconsciously curls into a sneer. Into view comes a train upon its foreign tracks, two helicopter-like vehicles hovering above it. 

“Ground team, move.” Her father’s voice instructs in her ear. The track explodes, sending the front of the train flying and causing the aircrafts to veer off track. The experienced warriors dive, and she aches to follow suit, but she refrains. Only two others stay high in the sky, her brothers, Neteyam and Lo’ak. She knows they crave the same thing she does, to go down and fight with the others. However, their father’s orders echo in their minds. The group of Na’vi work swiftly, bringing down the aircrafts and searching through the various cargo bins.

“Yo, we have got to get down there,” Lo’ak says, looking at his elder siblings with an excited look on his face.

“No way! Dad will skin us!” Neteyam protests.

  “Come on, don’t be a wuss!” Lo’ak half shrugs, and his ikran changes directions, beginning to dive.

Y/n sighs, glancing at Neteyam, “Come on, little brother, we can’t let him have all the fun.” She grins, and flies after Lo’ak.

“Lo’ak! Y/n! Get back here- argh!” Neteyam groans, before reluctantly going along with them. The trio land, and Y/n gracefully dismounts her ikran, swinging her bow across her shoulder. Once again, she’s scanning her surroundings, taking note of any possible dangers, anything that could hurt her brothers.

“Come on, let’s go!” Lo’ak urges, already running into action.

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam growls, running after the boy. 

Said boy runs to a supply crate, where a warrior hands him a gun. “Go boy, take it.” Lo’ak happily takes the firearm, ululating proudly. Y/n and Neteyam walk towards him, the latter rather pissed off. 

“You don’t even know how to use it.” He sneers, glancing distastefully at the gun in his hand.

Lo’ak successfully loads the gun, a smug grin on his face, “Dad taught me.” He raises the gun in the air, pretending to aim at something. “I bet you can’t aim.”

Y/n rolls her eyes, “Lo’ak, you can’t either.”

“Yeah- but I bet he’s worse than I am.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Neteyam mutters. A warrior calls out, and once again their father’s voice fills the air.

“Gunship’s inbound! Fall back!” He yells, and the three kids immediately take off to their ikrans. Neteyam urges the two others to run faster, and they all push. However, their efforts are in vain as an explosive goes off behind them, sending the three flying in the air. Y/n yelps, landing on a jagged piece of metal. She hisses at the pain searing through her back. She sits up, reaching behind her to find her fingers coated in a wet substance.

“Shit, dad is gonna kill me.” She mutters to herself, pushing herself to her feet. “Neteyam!? Lo’ak!?” She spots her father, turning over a blue body. She rushes over, dread filling her body. “Dad- is that-”

Neteyam groans, his face scrunched in pain, “Dad?”

Jake takes Neteyam by the back of his neck, lifting him up to check his back for any injuries. Upon seeing none, he growls at the boy. “What are you doing here, boy? What the hell were you thinking?” He glances at Y/n. “And you- are you alright?”

She bites her tongue and nods, “Yes, I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’m- sor-sorry,” Neteyam grunts out, pain lacing his words as Jake lifts him over his shoulders.

“Go, Y/n. Now.” She nods upon her fathers demand, and rushes back to her ikran. She quietly calms its worried squawks, and takes off in flight. She follows the group through the mountains, trying to ignore the stinging in her back as she hangs her head low, afraid to meet her father’s stern gaze.

A loud horn blows as they make it home, and many Na’vi cheer and whoop upon their arrival. Y/n lands on the rock with a solemn face, and she winces softly as she dismounts, not so graceful as last time. She pets her ikran’s face gently, cooing.

“You did good, girl, thank you.” She whispers, restings her forehead against her ikran’s.

“Fall in.” Her father commands and she sucks in a breath. She pulls away from her ikran, following her father’s orders. He looks at the three children with an irritated look, and Y/n can’t help but notice the hints of worry mixed in. “You’re supposed to spotters. You spot bogeys, and you call ‘em in. From a distance.” He growls, looking back and forth between the children. “Does any of this sound familiar? Get here!” He commands Lo’ak, and the boy steps forward, joining the line. “Jesus, I let you three geniuses fly a mission, and you disobey direct orders.” In a softer voice he adds, “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded? Please?” Y/n hisses softly as her mothers hands gently caress the skin around her wound. 

Kiri glances at her father, “My brother is wounded.” She says in an obvious tone.

“It’s fine.” Neteyam reassures.

“Baby girl, please.” Jake pleads as Tuk gazes curiously at the scene. “Tuk, go with her, go!”

“Dad- sir, I take full responsibility.” Neteyam tries as Kiri and Tuk sigh and join their grandmother.

“What- no, he doesn’t.” Y/n butts in, glaring slightly at Neteyam.

“You do. That’s right. ‘Cause you’re the older brother, you gotta act like it.” Y/n looks at him with a distasteful look. She’s the eldest. She was born many moments before Neteyam was. She looks at her feet, a dull ache in her chest.

“MaJake.” Neytiri says softly, a nice change in tone. “Your son, and your daughter, are actually bleeding.”

Jake looks between the two, and his gaze settles on Y/n. “You said you weren’t hurt.”

“I’m fine, sir.” She says quickly.

He stares at her for a moment, before sighing, “Just go and get patched up. Both of you. Go on, dismissed.” She hesitates for a second, but with her mother’s urging hand on her lower back, she walks, leaving Lo’ak alone to deal with their father. 

Neteyam grunts in pain, hissing slightly. Y/n watches quietly from the corner of the room, having already gone through this. Lo’ak laughs, arms crossed as he taunts his brother. Their grandmother, the Tsahik, shakes her head at his antics as Tuk hands Neteyam a bowl and gently instructs him to drink.

“I would use yalna bark.” Kiri says out loud, standing to walk to her grandmother. 

“Oh, you would? And who is Tsahik?” Her grandmother asks, continuing with patching her grandson. 

“You are grand- move!” She shoves Lo’ak over. “You are, Grandmother. But yalna bark is better.” Neteyam hisses in pain. “Stings less.”

“Mighty warrior.” Lo’ak teases, earning himself a slap to his leg from his grandmother.

Y/n tunes the group out, zoning in on a spot on the floor. Her hands clasp tightly around her beaded necklace, one that belonged to her birth father. She wonders if he would have let her go down and join the rest, or if he would also have her be just lookout. Would he be angry at her, the way Jake seems to always be? She’s heard many stories about him. He was a great warrior. The People trusted him to bring them to victory against the sky people, and he died attempting to do so. He was mighty, and she feels like anything but. Her thoughts shift to her mother, Jake’s best friend. She was kind, and fierce. People would always speak of her fondly. She had to end her father’s suffering, breaking her own heart in the process. And then, once Y/n was born, she died. All Y/n has left of her is her name.

She will forever be thankful to Jake and Neytiri, who have filled the position of her mother and father. But she can’t help but wonder how her life would be different if her birth parents were alive. She feels a presence beside her and sighs softly, glancing over. 

“Hey, sis, you alright?” Neteyam asks softly, looking over at her.

She nods a little, “Lo’ak got grounded.” She says quietly as said boy leaves with Kiri.

He hums, “I heard. No flying for a month.” He sucks in a breath, thankful he somehow avoided the punishment. Y/n nods and Neteyam studies her for moment. He notices the way she protectively holds onto her necklace. “Are you thinking about Tsu’tey again?”

“I always am.” She responds, back to looking at the floor. “I miss him, and I don’t even know him.”

He scoots a bit closer, nodding. “It’s alright, sis. He’s with Eywa, and he’s watching over you. I’m sure he’s proud of you.”

She makes a face, “Yeah, maybe.” She glances up as Neytiri and Jake walk into the tent. She makes brief eye contact with her father, but quickly looks away. His sad gaze lingers on the girl, but upon Tuk’s begs to be picked up, he looks away.

Neteyam sighs softly, wrapping his arm around his sister’s shoulders, “Either way, you have me, big sister.”

Y/n glances at him, a ghost of a smile on her face. She holds out her pinky, “Little brother.”

He grins, locking his finger with hers, “Big sister.”

“No matter how old we get.” She finishes softly, shaking his pinky like a handshake. “Thank you, Neteyam.”

He half shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s no biggie.” He pulls his hand away, and ruffles the top of her head. “I'll leave you to ponder, I need to speak to father.”

She smiles, “Try to keep your head.”

He stands, “I'll do my best.” And he walks towards their parents. 

Y/n uses this chance to sneak off unnoticed. She silently slips out of the tent, and once she's a good distance away, she calls for her ikran. She takes a deep breath, and jumps from the edge, landing seamlessly on her ikran. The two immediately take off, and she ululates loudly as they go. Once his wings meet a steady rhythm, she spreads her arms out, basking in the final moments of sunlight. The warmth of the rays brings comfort to her skin, and she sighs deeply. The built up stress slowly fades away and her muscles relax. 

Moments like these, completely alone and serene, not a worry in the world, are her favorite. It’s the only time she can truly relax. However, she doesn’t get many. The tight leash her father holds her on seems to be suffocating. She can never leave without notifying someone - and even then she can never leave by herself. Her father’s fear of something happening took over her life. So, whenever she gets the chance, she slips away, giving herself a moment of freedom. 

Her ikran perches on the side of a cliff, and Y/n carefully climbs onto the small landing. She rests against a rock, looking up at the night sky. Her ikran purrs softly and curls up beside her, resting his head on her lap. She gently pets him, caught up in her own world.

Her serenity was interrupted by the hum of vehicles below her. She furrows her brows as her ikrans head perks up. She peers over the edge of the landing, her eyes searching for the noise. A seemingly rogue amp suit trudges through the forest, gun at the ready. She glances at her ikran, and in only a moment she’s on his back, stealthily gliding down. The sun slowly falls behind the trees, and the world gets darker, but she doesn’t turn for home. The pair land in the trees, and she silently instructs her ikran to stay back. 

She runs through the trees, tracking the noises of the amp suit. The bow slung across her shoulder gently hits her thigh, and her ears perk up at every sound. She eventually catches up with the suit, and watches intently from the trees. A young man occupies the suit, and she notes his particular ugliness. Her stomach settles uncomfortably, and she swallows thickly. 

“Mule, do you read?” Her dad’s irritated voice fills her ears, and she freezes. The sound catches her off guard, and she falls short of the branch she was reaching for. She yelps as she loses her balance on the tree. She shrieks, flailing her arms as she falls. She hits the ground with a thud and a groan, and the amp suit already has his gun pointed at her.

“Well, what do we have here?” He sneers, a nasty look on his features. She grunts, pushing herself to her feet despite the ache in her ankle. She doesn’t answer, instead slowly inching her hands to her bow. “Don’t you touch that thing.” 

“Mule, I asked, "Do you read?””

“It’s getting dark out, did mommy and daddy not tell you to be home before the light dies?” He takes a step closer to the girl, and she bites her cheek, glancing around.

“I do not speak English, dipshit.” She sneers, glaring up at him. 

“What was that? Speak English, beast.” A squawk fills the air, and the man's attention is drawn. Y/n takes this moment to dart between the robot's legs, pulling her bow off her shoulders. She swiftly climbs on top of the tree, pointing the arrow at the man. He points his gun, and fires aimlessly. The arrow leaves her bow, and strikes beside his head. She loads another arrow, and a searing pain shoots up her thigh. But she holds steady, and releases this arrow. The suit slumps, and falls to the ground. 

Y/n glances down at her thigh and a pained look crosses her face, she lifts her hand to her throat. “Devil dog, I read.” She grunts out.

The answer is immediate, “Where’s your playground?”

She stumbles down the tree, calling for her ikran before answering, “By the mountain-” She hisses. “South side.”

There’s a pause, “Are you hurt?”

She sighs deeply, her ikran landing beside her. “Yes. I’m coming home.”

“No, stay where you are.” She takes off. “Mule, do you read?” No answer. “Goddamnit, Y/n.” She makes it home quickly, and her siblings immediately crowd her. 

“Y/n- what were you thinking?” Neteyam rushes out, pushing past his siblings.

She grunts, feeling slightly dizzy from her bleeding bullet wound, “My leg.” She mutters, afraid to look down at it. 

“My daughter!” Her mother shrieks, shoving the growing crowd. “My child- what has happened?”

“Mama-” She slides off of her ikran into her arms. Her leg gives out and she screws her eyes shut.

“Y/n!” It’s her father this time, who also shoves through the crowd. “Shit, Y/n- move! Everyone move!” Neytiri picks up the girl and follows after her mate, her face etched in worry. 

“I’m sorry-” She whispers to her parents.

“Shh, save your energy, child.” Neytiri instructs softly as she sets her down on a fur blanket in their tent. Mo’at rushes in, gently pushing Jake aside to assess the wound. She makes quick work of setting up her supplies, a deep frown on her face.

“Y/n!” Neteyam rushes inside, despite his father’s protests. He slides next to Y/n, taking her hand tightly.

“We must remove the bullet. It will hurt, grandchild.” Mo’at says calmly. “Are you ready?” Y/n swallows thickly and nods.

“Okay,” She whispers, dreading the next few seconds. Her fear proved to be justified, as the pain of large makeshift tweezers digging through her thigh is unbearable. She tries to stay quiet, but a few whimpers and cries manage to escape. She relaxes once the bullet is removed, and sighs. “Ouch.” She mutters, sniffling softly.

Neytiri frowns at her daughter, “What were you doing out there so late?” Jake watches from the front of the tent, a hard look in his eyes.

“I just wanted-” She hisses. “To be alone, for a moment. I lost track of time.”

“And the sky people?”

“Came out of nowhere… he was alone. I was watching him, and then dad called for me, and I fell.” She doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, shame filling her body.

“Where is this man?”

“Dead.” She replies grimly, slightly relieved as Mo’at wraps her thigh. 

“You killed him?” Neteyam asks quietly, wonder in his eyes. Y/n nods solemnly. “Woah, cool.”

“Not cool.” Their father butts in, stepping forward. His hard gaze sets on his eldest. “I’m disappointed in you. You defied multiple rules. Don’t go anywhere alone. Don’t go out when it’s getting dark. Don’t interact with the sky people.” His arms are crossed, and his jaw clenched. “You could've died, do you realize that?”

Y/n’s gaze lowers, and she nods. “Yes, sir.”

Neytiri gives her mate a pointed look, “She could have died, so be thankful she didn’t. She has already received the punishment of her mistakes. All you must do is comfort her.”

“A shot to the leg isn’t enough- she should be grounded.”

“MaJake.” The heat in her eyes successfully quiets the man, and he sighs, shaking his head and storming out of the tent. Y/n frowns, sitting up slowly.

“I’m tired.” She mumbles.

“You cannot walk on your own, granddaughter. Your leg requires healing, and you must give it time to do so.” Mo’at says, a rare gentle tone in her voice. “I shall have a healer bring you crutches.”

Y/n nods, “Thank you, grandmother.” Mo’at nods and collects her things. She exchanges a few words with her daughter, before walking out. Her presence was replaced by a crying Tuk. She runs in and jumps into Y/n’s arms. “Woah- Tuk?”

“Are you dying?” Tuk asks, her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, no, no, Tuk. I’m alright. I’m not dying, silly.” She says softly, kissing Tuk’s forehead.

“Is your leg going to be cut off?” Lo’ak questions, much too excited about the idea, as he walks in.

“You wish.” She grins. Her siblings can always cheer her up, even if they aren’t trying to do so.

“I think you’re an idiot.” Kiri mentions.

“I think father agrees with you.” Y/n shrugs, still holding tightly onto Tuk. “Is my ikran okay?”

Kiri nods, “You’re ikran is just fine.”

She smiles gratefully, “Thank you. Now, let me sleep. I require slumber.”

Y/n sits, gently humming to herself as she makes a necklace. It’s only been a few days since she was injured, and she’s spent her down time making things for the people she’s loved. She’s already finished the things for her siblings, her mother, and her grandmother. All that’s left is her father. She must admit that she contemplated even making him one, but he really does mean the world to her. She’s determined to make this necklace perfect for him. 

She glances up at the sound of ikrans landing, and her family is there. She hides the necklace quickly, and lifts herself up. She uses her crutches to step outside of the tent, a questioning look on her face.

“What’s going on?” She asks, and meets Lo’ak’s eyes. The boys gaze drifts to the ground and her brows furrow.

“All of you, go. I need to speak with your mother.” Jake demands and no one protests. The group of them go around the tent, and instead of giving them space, they eavesdrop on the conversation. The adults manage to get a few private words exchanged before the children listen in, “This thing. This Quaritch.” Y/n’s ears perk at the name. The villain of her parents’ stories. “Whatever he is- he walked right in here. He can walk right under Eywa’s nose.”

“This is our family! This is our home!” Neytiri defends.

“This is about our family! This is about our little ones.”

“I cannot. You cannot ask this.” Her mother steps past Jake. “I cannot leave my People. I will not.”

“He’s hunting us. He’s targeting our family.”

“You cannot ask this!” Neytiri snaps. “The children. Everything they’ve ever known. The forest. This is our home!” She yells, her voice urgent. 

“He had our children. He had ‘em under his knife!” There’s a moment of silence before Neytiri let’s out a shaky breath. 

“My father gave me this bow as he lay dying.” It wasn’t difficult for Y/n to know which bow she was speaking of. “And he said “Protect the People.” You’re Toruk Makto!”

“This will protect the People!” Jake yells.  “Quaritch has Spider.” Y/n gasps softly, looking at Kiri with sad eyes. “And that kid knows everything. He knows our whole operation, and he can lead them right in here.” The eldest kids share a look. “If the People harbor us, they will die. Do you understand?” They’re silent for a moment. “Look, I got nothing. I got no plan. But I can protect this family. That I can do.” Neytiri gasps softly, her face twisting in pain. “But I know one thing.” Her father whispers. “Wherever we go, this family is our fortress.”

Neytiri sighs, and embraces her mate tearily. Jake sighs softly, his heart heavy. Y/n glances between her siblings.

“You guys need to tell me what happened. Now.”

Y/n waits patiently on her ikran for the ceremony to end. She cannot walk well, so she doesn’t attempt to stand with her family as the new Olo’eyktan to “kill” her father. She keeps her bag close to her hip, her creations kept safely stored inside. She frowns as her family walks towards her, her mother cries silently. 

Not a word is spoken as they begin their journey to the islands. Y/n glances behind her at the forest for the last time, and she can’t help but feel as if she’s leaving behind a vital part of her. She’s leaving behind her birth parents. Their memories. She sighs and looks forward, holding tightly onto her necklace. 

A father protects. It’s what gives him meaning. One life ends. Another begins.

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He doesn’t deserve you…pt.4

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.5

feat. Baji Keisuke

Finally you did it, finally you snapped and broke up with your toxic boyfriend. And who else would be there to catch you, when not Baji? He always makes time for his favorite girl, no matter how busy he is.

Hello friendos, this here is pt. 4 of my mini fan fiction. After this there will be the last one coming with well deserved smutty smūt 🌚🌚🤌🏻 but in this chapter Baji is there to catch you and being literally so tender with you. I just can’t help Baji is simply my boy when it’s about Tokyo Revengers 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤣 Rewatching Season 1 just because of him. 👁️👄👁️💀 so enjoy and have fun 💖

Wordcount: 2,5k

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of violence, suggestive in the end, toxic ex boyfriend

Further time went on and well today was the day, you finally snapped back.

You finally had enough of being treated like that, always having the feeling you would be the second choice, although it was your boyfriend.

How did it end up now?

Oh, after you stood there, after the talk your boyfriend gave you for being too demanding, you stood there silently and simply told him: "I break up with you."

At first, he didn't realize what you said, but the situation escalated.

You were being yelled at, and he was like that he wouldn't agree to the break-up.

You two discussed, and you tried to put up a strong front, just how Baji told you to.

Because you didn't need to hide yourself. Far too precious that you, a gem among all the stones, would need to hide.

You fought with him, packed his things and literally threw him out of your own apartment, at least you tried to.

You still were too nice, but at least this man was out o your house.

And on the same day you decided to call Baji, and he had been doing tough business, as the first division commander he still needed to put up with some shit.

He had been done to simply give someone the beating of his life, losing his fist as he then heard his phone ringing. Usually he would have declined any caller, but not when your pretty face showed up on his screen.

"Hey there, cupcake." he greeted you on the phone, stepping over the man who had thought making business with Toman would be an easy thing, without paying.

You just heard a painful groan from the background, but you decided not to question this further after all, you weren't too curious about it, so you would stay out of trouble.

These were his words.

"Hey, ehm I hope I am not interrupting something?" you asked when you kinda figured out he was busy.

He was never too busy for you, not for the sweet girl.

"Nah, I am all yours now." he said, and you could listen to the smirk behind the phone as he walked further away from the scene.

"So, I broke up with him, just a few hours ago. Wanted to ask if you might want to come over, but when you are bu-" you wanted to ask, but would understand when he had different things to do, after all you knew he was important to Toman.

He looked over his shoulder just to watch Kazutora taking care of the rest. You heard a kinda crunch, what happened to be the guy's jaw. But Baji interrupted you, he would make time for you, of course he would. Especially now when you said you broke up with your boyfriend.

You felt weird, kinda lighter but weird, you had cried a lot and felt guilty, although you shouldn't even. And when your boyfriend was gone now, out of the apartment, you were sure it wouldn't be the last time you saw him.

"Not busy, not at all. Give me an hour and I am there. No matter what happened, I am proud of you, you know." he said to you, and you could listen to his sound that was genuine.

Right after your call when he handled the last things, he was on the way to you.

With his bike, driving through the streets. He couldn't explain what was going on, but he is more than eager to be with you now.

Not that he would use your probably sad state, no, but the thought of having you to himself for some time maybe, it was alluring.

After all, even when you still were taken, there was this tension between you, the electrifying air when ever he called you such cute nicknames. The way your cheeks sometimes flushed, the way you subtly liked his way of flirting, although he never over did it.

The hour was over and right when Baji parked in front of your apartment, he saw your now ex-boyfriend rushing grumbly out of the door, the guy did not even see Baji.

Too busy being angry, not understanding that it was him why you broke up now.

So when he finally was at your door and rang the bell so you let him in, you went to hug him.

Oh, you looked exhausted, your pretty eyes all so red from crying, you looked a little dull because of all the discussions you needed to have now.

Your boyfriend had come back for short, just to ruffle some feathers.

You dare to break up with him? He would give you that, the ugly way.

"Oh, hey, are you alright? I saw that asshole walking out?" he asked you, laid a hand in the back of your neck.

Fingers feeling the silky texture of your hair. Taking in your scent, feeling a little tremble in your body.

How that this damn boy ruined you, so you cried so hard? He felt your tiny fists clutching his shirt.

He took his free hand before he stepped in and closing the door with a swift kick, before hugging you tighter. Not only that, but he sighted, not that it disturbed him or that he couldn't calculate that, but just the fact someone dared to make you cry like this.

You were literally the nicest person on earth, when someone was bad to you, it was the same as kicking kittens, it was cruel.

"Don't cry, sweet girl, we don't want that pretty face to look sad. Not because of some dumb fuck. Come here." he cooed into your ear, so you felt his warm breath caressing it.

Making you nuzzle your head into his chest.

Usually much too shy to just hug him, but you needed a hold, and he would never deny you that.

After some minutes you calmed down, finally were being able to speak and to sit down on the bed.

"He just...he said he would like to talk again, calm. Well, I let him inside and as soon as I said we are not getting back together, he was furious. Like he doesn't believe me I'm serious, and things I am just on my period or shit like that." you explained the over all situation, before you looked down the blanket.

"Listen, I am probably not that good in...comforting, but whenever he texts you or wants to come inside here. You call me, yeah? He still thinks he is in charge, but he isn't." Baji snorted, sitting across from you, watching how your fingers fumbled with the hem of the blanket.

"You are here, others wouldn't be here." you answered with a low voice, you still were like a shy deer.

"I don't want to burden you, it already feels like I am asking too much because I called you in the first place. You had been busy." you added then, he could listen to the frustration in your voice, your delicate features that showed clear distress and guilt.

"You broke up with someone who didn't even deserved you, it's a lot to take in. You called me, I want you to call me. It means somewhere I have a place right there..." he replied and looked at you, before pointing loosely with his finger where your heart is.

When he was around you, he was a little softer, made him want to be nice. Especially now after he saw you were so hurt.

"Don't be ridiculous, you were like the only other person who is...interested in me. Since my boy - my ex-boyfriend, I have not many friends. Not real ones." when you said it, it hurt him, you were everything.

So cute, so fucking kind, you would put others before you, it could be a good as a bad trait. But it makes you...you.

"You are high up on my list." you let him know before your eyes looked over.

"Well, there is no place I would rather be than here. So, tell me. You broke up, you said it...how was it?" he tried to tickle it out of you, wanted to know how you felt, wanted to just be there for you.

At some point after hours of talking, not only about the break-up, but you needed to vent.

Vented how shit he was, how bad he made you feel. It was nearly amusing for him, seeing the cute little girl all raging. Just moments before it was time for a distraction.

You had put on some movie, nothing too exciting just wanting, to not be alone now. After you felt so empty.

And who was he to deny that? Being here, with his favorite girl? Damn he was in, not matter what it means what you two would do.

So you two sat in your bed, watching a movie and during that you two kinda cuddled up, just a little, your head on his chest, because the heartbeat calmed you. His arm around your shoulders. Fuck, why did it felt so good?

Like he just wanted to have you to himself, would you really need to have the phase to get over your boyfriend?

It was not like you wouldn't have played this scenario in your head, being single again, being alone. As if you already could start working on a break-up, although it just happened now.

Mostly what you felt was guilt.

Guilty because you liked cuddling with Baji so much more.

Guilty because, you liked how he called you.

But would you really be guilty? Of course not, not when you had been denied to being loved properly and giving love so many times.

Your eyes stared at the screen, even when your mind was focused on his heartbeat, his breathing. The way his fingertips danced over your shoulder. Or when he played with the strands of your hair. So soothingly, nearly wanting to make you fall asleep.

Then a message on your phone popped up.

Another message.

And another message.

It was your ex, aware you ignored his texts, writing you on Instagram, Snapchat, discord, every other platform, just to get your attention. Besides the fact that he could feel your body tensing up, it annoyed him. That piece of shit really didn't give you a moment to fucking breath.

"Maybe we should block him." he grumbled before snatching your phone away.

"No...not yet. I mean, there is still some stuff here, couldn't pack everything for him. And I don't want him here unannounced." you said, trying to grab your phone, but he turned away with it.

"Well, he annoys you, he fucking annoys me. We should shut him up, like...girl he won't stop texting until you reply." he said, and you peered over his shoulder, when the phone was unlocked...

"Oh, and that bastard thinks he is funny." Baji spoke out loud, before you leaned on him, looking at the text where was written: I give you two hours, and then you are back to normal ok?

"Two hours...does it mean he comes back in two hours?" you mused out loud before you let yourself fell flat on the bed. Groaning in frustration.

"No one told me breaking up is so exhausting." you meant quite dry now, made the brunette next to you chuckle.

"Oh, it's never not exhausting, darling. He is just a pain in the ass for not accepting what you said. And thinking you don't mean it." Baji explained looking at you.

Even when you were a small mess, with your hair in a ponytail, slightly disheveled, the top and the sweatpants you wore. You looked cute, indeed kinda hot even.

How much he would love to distract you for real, make you cry because of another reason than you feeling guilty for standing up for yourself.

Cooing so sweet things in your ear, while he would be buried deep inside you.

He kinda shook his head more to himself, he couldn't do it now, could he?

"And how the fuck prove I that I mean it? I mean struggled for like months...to go that far." you said threw your arms in the air for a short moment. Looking at Baji, searching for whatever advice or help he could give you.

"Well, technically you could prove it." he then said, and it slipped faster out than he wanted, the little idea of finally being closer to you, love you.

Your brows furrowed together and you tilted your head.

"Hm?" you asked interested but confused.

"You still could show him, that you don't have time. You are being busy, with a new one already, you know." Baji spoke as if he wouldn't mean it, but not even humor could save him from his own thoughts.

"I just broke up with him, I mean even when we would fake...some pictures or whatever. Isn't that rude?" you wondered, and how adorable it was, that you are not even now wanting to hurt that damn bastard more than you thought you did.

"Rude? Girl, he used you, and had side chics...you would just give him his own medicine." he said, and a hand went through his raven locks, his golden eyes smoldering and yet curious what your next reply would be.

"I... I mean, do you think it would make him stop for a while?" you asked then, you didn't decline it at all.

He turned over to you, indeed leaning up now.

"Maybe he would be choking on his fucking blabbermouth and shut the fuck up. It could be worth a try. I am in when you are in, pretty." he said, his tone soft, never meant to pressure you. He even reached out and tugged a strand of hair away from your face, with tenderness that spoke volumes about his true feelings.

You felt that little tingle when he did it, how it always tingled when Baji did things like this.

You seemed to think, you were a good girl, good girls wouldn't do it right?

You took a deep breath, maybe it was time for repayment. After all, you would just be faking pics, right? What could go wrong?

Hell, when you would have known...

"Fine, ehm... I am honest, it's not like I would know what I do." you said, made your decision clear and suddenly grew back to your shyer self.

You sat up again, drawing just a tiny little bit closer.

"Believe me, I know what would get his blood boil and make him believe you don't want him closer than 5 miles." his voice was just a little lower, with a subtle hint oof seductiveness.

Baji, never a shy one at all. Kinda happy to be the lucky guy tonight, sneaking a kiss.

And he swears this was his only plan, just a little kiss, just one little picture. What you would send over Snapchat to your ex....

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Dr. Hakim being "doctor doctor" basically and Dan knowing and using the word "tantrik" I loved this video sooo much 😭 Definitely worth a rewatch @stepja you have the best ideas

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Lost in your Love PT 5

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Vox x Reader (Alastor x Reader)

hey......heyyy... how y'all doin, how y'all been...?

I been gone for a longgggg time I hope this satisfies you all!! I made this one a bit longer than the others, idk when I'll post pt 6 but hopefully I'll make it soon!

Summary: A short memory of the past and a new one resurging.

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He thought the heavens made a mistake.

“This lovely lady here is my darling wife, Y/n.”

You raised your hand to Vox offering a handshake, “Pleasure to finally meet you Vox, I hope my husband isn’t causing you too much trouble.” You giggle, slightly nudging Alastor.

Vox couldn’t take his eyes off you, “The pleasures all mine.” Your hand was smaller, softer than his… it felt right.

After your first interaction with each other, he couldn’t get you off his mind.  Surely you felt the same, but then again… you were married to his business partner, Alastor, one the most feared overlords in all of pride ring.

It didn’t take too long for Vox to reach overlord status, you were there too, praising him along the way. It was lovely. After spending time with both you and Alastor he began to notice that Alastor would often leave you behind with him.

“I’ll be back soon darling, stay here till I’ve return.” You would smile sadly, watching him disappear into the shadows. Vox placed his hand on the small of your back, smiling softly at you, “Lets head inside, yeah? We can rewatch “It Happened One Night”.”  You look up towards him smiling.

“I thought you didn’t like to watch that movie?”

“I don’t mind watching it again if it's with you.”

You looked away from him, facing where Alastor disappeared, “Al, doesn’t like the picture box all that much, I liked if we had one of our own.”

Vox runs his hand down your arm reaching your hand, holding it in his, “Luckly for you, I’m just the man you need.” He taps his head.

You laugh, oh man, your laugh. He’s never heard a sound more beautiful. Of course he can listen to you for days on end, but your laugh… you rarely laugh like that for Alastor. Vox feels as if it’s only reserved for him to hear.  

“Let’s go inside!”  You pull him by his hand into the house leading him to the couch. You sit down first, and Vox connects himself to the small television, inputting the movie so you both can watch.

“I don’t think I could ever get tired of watching this.” You tell Vox, watching as he finishes setting the movie up.

“Watching me or the movie?” He smirks at you.

You feel your face turn red slightly, “The movie obviously!”  

Vox laughs, “I know sweetheart, I’m just joking with you.” He takes a seat next to you.

The movie’s opening credits begin, and you slightly shuffle closer to Vox. He takes notice of this and wraps one arm around you. You place your head on his shoulder, sighing softly. Vox feels his screen burn.

……..

This is a feeling he can get used to.

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Vox knew that you felt uneasy about the sudden reappearance of alastor. Now this morning, you aren’t lying beside him, normally it would be him out of bed before you but today was different. He cancelled all his meetings for the day to spend time with you, his pretty wife, so that you can know that he’ll continue to keep you safe.

He finds you sitting on the couch, seemingly in a daze, with a coffee mug in your hand, “Good morning, sweetheart,” he presses a kiss to your cheek.

You snap out of your trance, “Good morning love! I have your coffee waiting you, just need to press the button.” You stand up walking over to the coffee maker rather quickly.

Vox looks you over as you walk away from him, the television in front of you was turned off… you were staring at nothing. Vox takes a seat on the couch, turning the television on to the 666 news.

“Here you go.” You place the coffee in his hands and take a seat…. with a space between the two of you. You never leave a space, mornings in front of the TV are usually spent cuddling with each other, Vox takes notice of this and moves closer to you.

“Everything alright sweetheart?”

You continue to stare at the television with a blank expression.

“Sweetheart?” Vox waves a hand in your face.

You shake your head, placing your hand to your forehead. “I’m okay, I just had a weird dream….it felt really real.”

“Was it a nightmare?”

“No, not a nightmare, but it was strange…”

Vox wraps an arm around you, taking a sip from his mug, “Do you wanna talk about it? It might help if you do.” He places the mug on the table. “You were staring at nothing minutes ago, must have been a really strange dream.”

“Was I really staring at nothing? I’m sorry.” You look over to him.

“Nothing to be sorry about sweets,” He kisses your forehead, “You okay with talking about it?”

You pause for a moment, “You might find it really weird, like really really weird.”

“We live in hell, my love, I’ve heard weirder things.” Vox cheekily smiles.

“Okay, well….it was about Alastor.” You feel Vox tighten is grip on you. “But we weren’t in hell… we were… were alive and dancing. I felt like I had known him my whole life! I don’t believe I ever met him in life, so I don’t know why I dreamed of him like that! He said loved me…...,” Vox tenses, “And I said it back.”

“It keeps replaying in my head, I don’t know why…”

Vox takes a deep breath, “The piece of shit must’ve put something in your head darling,” Vox stands up, “He won’t be around much longer, I’ll make sure of it.”

“It felt real…”

“What?”

“The dream it felt real... Have I ever met Alastor before? We never met him in life, right? Since he was here before us.”

Vox clenches his fist, “Darling, I assure you that you’ve never met that asshole in life. You spoke to him a few times during our partnership but other than that, no.”

“Oh… he just felt familiar… I wasn’t afraid of him in my dream…. Did he do something to me to be afraid?”

There… a moment of opportunity.

“You don’t remember sweetheart? I mean… you probably pushed it far, far away in the back of your mind…. I wouldn’t be surprised if you forgot it…. It’s probably for the better if I don’t remind you…” Vox looks away smiling sinisterly.

“Vox,” You take hold of his clenched hand, “how bad was it?”

Vox looks down at you, sitting back on the couch hugging you tightly, “Horrible…...I regret leaving you home that day…...I should have taken you with me, but you...” He moves himself back to take a look at you, “just looked peaceful sleeping. I didn’t want to bother you, you would have woken up in a while after I left.”

“alastor was coming over to chat, pick up documents that were on the table, then leave. I had forgotten…... and I left to go visit sponsors.”

“So…. Alastor did something to me…. while I was sleeping?!”

“NO! That guy is an asshole, but he wouldn’t stoop that low……… No, I wasn’t there when it happened but when I came home…. you were on the ground in front of my office doors. You weren’t breathing…...There was blood coming from your mouth, scratches on your arms, just blood, it was everywhere. The doors from the office were broken... I never felt more scared in all my years of life and death.” Vox held your face in his hands.

You tilt your head, “Why did Alastor do that?”

Vox looks around the room for a moment then turns to you, “After I made sure you were alright, you slept for about two days then you woke up. I asked you what happened, and you had told me alastor was looking for something more than documents. He was looking for the deals that I made with other souls. You see all he wanted was more power. He never cared about our business partnership. He wanted everything for himself. A selfish piece of shit. You heard him rummaging around from the other room and asked him what he was doing. He of course didn’t like it when people interrupted him. You tried to fight him off, tried to get him away from the room, but it didn’t end well. After alastor couldn’t find what he was looking for he left. He left you on the ground to die. Who knows what would have happened if I came home later rather than sooner!”

“I…I had no idea.”

“He doesn’t care who gets hurt. Nothing else matters to him but power. Power is all he wants, and because of that stupid reason.... you got hurt.”

Vox kisses you and you return the kiss.

“I don’t want him to hurt you again… I love you too much to ever lose you to him. Do you understand darling?”

You look away from his eyes, his hands hold your face tighter turning you to face him, “I just don’t want to lose you, please understand. I love you.”

“I understand vox.” He kisses you once more.

Something in the back of your mind tells you that his story doesn’t seem right.

It doesn’t feel real, but vox wouldn’t lie to you.

Would he?

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I finished my midterms! BUT!!! I have assignments :( I don't mind doing them I just don't like it when it's a lot but hey its college!

Hope everyone enjoyed reading! (again, sorry for the very very long delay!!!)

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Wordcount: 1552

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Helo hello! I hope you have a greatest of day or evening! You may ignore my request if it's too much.

Elder Faerie Cookie x Reader (where they sacrificed their life powder for White Lily Cookie and possibility saving Elder Faerie Cookie from Shadow Milk Cookie but at the cost of their life)

(My Dms are open if you want to ask me for more details and I'll gladly elaborate my request of oneshot!)

"Her kind heart played a cruel trick on her..." Pt.1

Synopsis: Elder Faerie planned on sacrificing half of his Life Powder to wake White Lily because he's aware that Pure Vanilla still has quiet alot of things needed to be done in the future, but you stepped up and suggested everyone to use your Life Powder instead... Would you be able to survive with half of your Life Powder gone?

A/N: ANSJDBFJFBDKCBKCF MY FIRST EVER OFFICIAL REQUEST (≧∇≦)/

I'd like to apologize for making it seem like I ignored your request, and to make it up for you, I (tried to) made this fic to be as perfect as I possibly can write it to be! (≡^∇^≡) (By rewatching the whole Beast-Yeast Ep.2 and copy some of the Cookies' dialogues word-by-word to make this fic a bit close-to-canon)

Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy the fic <33

Reader is female (confirmed by the requester privately)

This fic will be split into 2 parts, the second part will be worked on immediately after this fic has been posted.

Requested by: @/monamiesss

Pt.1 [Here!] ~ Pt.2

CW: Angst(?), slight romance & fluff, badly proof-read, the author's vocab isn't very good yet, bad grammar(?), maybe some typos here and there(?), rushed fic, quiet short

After a long, arduous journey, GingerBrave and his friends have finally reached their destination in search for White Lily—Beast-Yeast, specifically the Faerie Kingdom. Pure Vanilla can finally meet his friend after ages, even though it's just through a glass casket.. And Pure Vanilla is determined to do whatever it takes to wake White Lily once again.

"What must we do to wake White Lily?"

"White Lily's body is but a shell. An empty dough."

"To revive it, two things are required..."

"...None other than Soul and Life."

"The shards of the Light of Freedom that you have gathered hols White Lily's soul, and..."

"...And?"

"...We need a powerful life source. As much of it as a living Cookie holds..."

"But that means..!"

"A living Cookie must sacrifice their own Life Powder...?"

"....."

"Yes, a life for a life. A fair exchange."

"... Magic so sinister, and yet so just."

"But know this..."

"No matter how much life force we use in the revival of White Lily..."

"She will only be given half a life."

"For most of White Lily is now in the hands of Dark Enchantress..."

"As long as both live, neither shall become whole..."

"How is that a fair exchange...?!"

...You were standing a few meters away from the group, you didn't mean to eavesdrop but you managed to listen to everything... From the fact that Silverbell lead a group of outsiders into the kingdom to the conversation your husband is currently having with those outsiders—you heard everything, and you don't really like the idea of Elder Faerie sacrificing half of his Life Powder. You know how your beloved husband can be—he's selfless and kind, he's willing to do anything he can for the sake of Cookiekind without caring about himself.

Soon, Elder Faerie suggested that his Life Powder shall be used to revive White Lily and Silverbell was called to perform the Witch's Ritual, but before he can start the ritual...you step up to intervene.

"No. Use my Life Powder instead."

"B-but, Your Majesty! You'll be weakened if we use your Life Powder!"

"It's okay, I'll be fine. Now, begin the ritual using my Life Powder instead."

"...But-"

"Queen's orders."

"...Ofcourse, My Queen."

Multiple Cookies—Including Silverbell and Elder Faerie—wanted to object the sudden intervention, but they all had no choice but to stay silent especially since you were so insistent on sacrificing your Life Powder.

You stood beside the lifeless body of White Lily and Silverbell soon began the ritual. Slowly, half of your Life Powder began to drain away from your body and instead transfered to White Lily. Seconds after the ritual was done, White Lily's eyes began to flutter open as she say up from the grassy ground beneath her.

Pure Vanilla, GingerBrave, Strawberry and Wizard rushed to see White Lily, they were all glad that she didn't turn into Dark Enchantress. Though, they all seemed to have forgotten someone...

"Cough, cough..!"

You coughed as your legs weaken and made you collapse onto one knee, your body weakening way much more than you anticipated. And soon enough...your eyes slowly closed as you body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"YOUR MAJESTY-!!"

All the Cookies shouted, they were all worried for you. Especially after just passing out.. Pure Vanilla was about to stand up and try to heal you, but Elder Faerie stepped up first and picked you up in a princess-carry style.

"I shall escort them myself. Silverbell, aid White Lily and the others. And...tell the other knights and servants not to enter my chambers, I'd like to have a moment with my wife."

"Ofcourse, Your Majesty!"

Elder Faerie then walked back into the castle, carrying you back into your shared chambers. He layed you down on your shared bed, he made sure to lock the door so noone can get in or knock on the door.

Elder Faerie then layed beside you on the bed, his arms wrapped around you as he snuggled close to you—cuddling with you while you rest.

A few hours later...

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, your body felt less weak now. Sure, you're still a bit weak, but not as weak as earlier.. You were about to sit up, but your husband tightened his grip around your waist slightly to stop you from getting up—giving you the realization that he has been hugging and cuddling with you while you passed out.

"Mm...My darling, rest... I shall stay with you until you got better."

"Hm...ofcourse, my dear.."

You would smile softly, wrapping your arms around Elder Faerie and hugged him back. You can feel his body gently pressing against yours, you then kissed his forehead.

"Hm...you're rather affectionate today, my dear.."

"Hehe...what can I say, darling.. I haven't gotten the chance to be affectionate with you in quiet a long while."

At your giggle, Elder Faerie let out a soft chuckle. He moved his hand up to cup your cheek, his looked at you with his eyes half-lidded as he was about to lean in and kiss you. But suddenly...a loud bang can be heard out side the castle, followed by screams of other Cookie and a loud commotion.

"! What was that..?"

[1-imaginary-girl]

I’ll Take Care of You Pt. 2

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Summary: You and Eggsy have continued seeing each other after the incident. The only problem is, Eggsy only sees you when he's injured. Will he find the courage to tell you how he really feels? Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Talk about minor injuries, but overall fluff again.

Word Count: 3824

Part 1

A/N: The second part is finally here! I rewatched "Robin Hood" recently and it got me back into the Taron Egerton headspace. God I love that man. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eggsy is walking out of a Kingsman meeting and he can feel the fatigue settling into his bones. Without having a mission to focus on, spy work can be rather boring. Especially during meetings like those. He's trudging down the hall when suddenly, he feels a buzz from his phone. He takes it out and instantly a smile appears on his face.

He received a text message from you saying: Did your meeting kill you with boredom? :P

He laughs to himself before responding: It was fucking dreadful, but thankfully I will live to see another day.

Ever since that fateful night where Eggsy got hit by your car, the two of you have stayed in touch. He thinks he’s actually found a friend in you. It feels nice to have someone to talk to about being a spy, other than his fellow Kingsman agents. Maybe Eggsy shouldn’t be telling you the information he does, but he can’t help it. There’s something about you that makes him want to tell you everything and he knows he can trust you. And you already knew he was a spy, so he figured what’s a few more secrets to spill?

Eggsy loves having you in his life. The only thing he doesn’t love is that the two of you don’t really hang out other than when he gets hurt. Yes, Eggsy has continued to visit you, his favourite nurse, whenever he gets injured in the field. Once, he even paid you a visit after fighting practice with Roxy resulted in a nasty black eye. You didn’t appear mad at him for wasting your time, since all you could really do is offer him an ice pack. You just tended to him as you often did and the two of you talked the night away.

It isn’t even a conscious decision anymore to go to you. He just always finds himself making the journey to your place with a new injury. The first time it happened after the car accident, it was because he had gotten injured near your place and thought it would be easier than returning to base or even going home. But after a few visits, he found himself just wanting to be with you, injured or not.

After this realization, he began to feel bad about selfishly wanting you to be the one who fixes him. After all, you already spend all day tending to patients. So he told you:

“Are you sure you don’t mind fixing me up all the time? I’m starting to feel bad for inconveniencing you.” 

But instead of agreeing, you smiled at him and said, “Eggsy Unwin, you could never be an inconvenience. Don’t tell anyone, but out of all of my patients, you’re my favourite.”

His heart sped up at that, so he cracked a joke. “I’m sure that’s what you tell all your patients.”

“Only the handsome ones,” you replied with a wink that caused a shade of pink to bloom on his cheeks, but luckily you had returned to your work and didn’t seem to notice.

It was after that encounter that Eggsy had realized he was developing feelings for you that evolved past friendship. He had tried to chalk his feelings up to being platonic, but who was he kidding? He was falling for you, and falling hard. He thought about confessing to you, wondering if you felt the same, but it was too risky. Eggsy didn’t want to ruin one of the best friendships he had over feelings that are most likely one-sided.

“Is that Y/N?” A voice sounds from beside him, causing Eggsy to jump and almost drop his phone. So much for his spy training. “Tell her I say hi.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, tucking his phone away and out of Roxy’s nosy stare. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, now walking beside him.

“Cut the shit, Unwin, I saw you smiling down at your phone with that goofy lovestruck smile that is reserved only for Y/N,” she says. Eggsy had never planned on sharing Y/N with Roxy, not wanting to risk you getting into trouble, but unfortunately for him, Roxy and Merlin are no good busybodies. The next day at work after the car accident, Roxy immediately bombarded him with questions about you. Apparently, when Eggsy informed Merlin that he was going to a random civilian’s house, the news was too interesting not to tell Roxy.

He also never planned on giving Roxy your name but having a friend that’s a spy is not convenient when keeping secrets. She had spied on him when Eggsy was texting you, the two of you having exchanged information that fateful day, and saw your contact name before he could stop her.

“I was not smiling, and I do not have a goofy lovestruck smile only for Y/N,” Eggsy tells her, but as soon as he says that, he wonders if he does. If his feelings are really that obvious.

“God, for a spy you really are obvious.” Sometimes he wonders why he’s even friends with Roxy.

“And for the last time, Rox, I am not in love with her,” he insists. 

“Is that why you won’t let me meet her? You’re afraid I’ll tell her? Because I can assure you, unlike yourself, I am quite excellent at keeping secrets.”

“For the record, I won’t let the two of you meet because I’m afraid you’ll scare her off,” he says, but he’s also afraid that Roxy might steal you away. Maybe you’d prefer a female spy friend over him. He doesn’t think you’re the type of person to do that, but his insecurities continue to hold him back, just in case.

Roxy lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Come on, Unwin, just admit that you love her! I already know, and you won’t convince me otherwise.” Eggsy realizes how true that is when he looks over to see his friend’s dead serious expression. Fuck it.

“It’s not love, quite yet,” he admits, and Roxy giddily celebrates. Eggsy looks up and down the hall to make sure no one sees her. “What was that about being too obvious?”

But Roxy doesn’t hear him. “I knew it. I can’t believe I got you to confess, I thought I’d have to bug you at least a few more times about it,” she says with a smile on her face. He rolls his eyes.

“Well, now you know. Satisfied?”

She stays quiet for a moment before asking, “Why don’t you tell her again?”

“It’s not that simple,” he says, shaking his head. He doesn’t know how to explain himself without making him seem like a miserable sod. “She’s my friend. A good friend, and I don’t…” He sighs and stops walking. Roxy stops beside him. “I don’t want to screw this up.”

“Eggsy Unwin,” Roxy says, and when he looks her she has a serious arms-crossed look that makes Eggsy want to keep walking. “You’re not going to screw this up.”

“But what if she doesn’t feel the same?” he confesses and then realizes they should have chosen a more private location to be having this conversation. Luckily, there appear to be no other agents around.

“By the looks of your messages, I can almost guarantee she feels the same. On top of that, I’m your best friend and even I would get annoyed at having to fix you up after every fight,” she says.

“Sorry, exactly when did you see such messages?”

“Never mind that,” she says, brushing the topic aside. “The point is, I think she feels the same way. And even if she doesn’t, based on the limited knowledge of her, she sounds like the type of person to handle that well. You don’t have to worry about your friendship.”

What she said makes sense, yet Eggsy can’t shake the queasy feeling in his stomach at the thought of having to confess to you.

“It’s up to you what you do,” Roxy continues. “But would you at least consider it?”

He stares at her unyielding gaze, and relents. “I suppose.”

“Thank god. I don’t know how much more pining I can take,” she says and resumes walking.

“I do not pine!” he says, picking up his pace to catch up with her.

†††

A week later, Eggsy finds himself sitting in one of the Kingsman jets heading back to base after a long, but successful, mission. He’s lounging in one of the chairs, feeling proud that the mission had gone off without a hitch. 

His mission had been to retrieve some confidential information that had gone missing, but the retrieval ended up being fairly easy. The people who had stolen the information got lulled into a sense of calm and had lowered their security. Thanks to that, Eggsy had been able to be in and out of the compound, only having to take out a few people along the way. 

Eggsy feels the pride and relief he normally would but now he’s also filled with excitement. Typically, at the end of his more recent missions, Eggsy will have acquired a few wounds that need tending to and would drop by your place (if you were available, which most of the time you were.) Only, as Eggsy relaxes into the jet’s seat, his excitement suddenly dwindles. He lifts up his arms and examines his body to check, but this time Eggsy finds himself in perfect condition. No injury to be found. He slumps back into the chair.

This should be a good thing, as Eggsy isn’t always as careful as he should be, but he finds he’s disappointed. After all, now he didn’t have a reason to see you. He bites his lip and gazes out the window. He was really excited to see you and now there is a hole of dissatisfaction left behind.

He continues thinking about you, about what you’re doing right now, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s dialling your number. He only wants to hear the sound of your voice, even if he got your voicemail he would be satisfied.

On the third ring, you pick up. “How’s my favourite spy doing?” you ask as a greeting. He’s almost embarrassed at the butterflies that flutter in his stomach at your voice, and you calling him that.

“I don’t know, how is Bond?” He hears you giggle, brightening his already wide smile.

“Oh hush, no need to be jealous over a fictional character. And you were right, he is a bit posh for my taste.”

It’s his turn to laugh. “Well, your real favourite spy is feeling pretty fucking good right about now.”

“I take it the mission went well?” He had been texting you throughout the mission when he got bored. Merlin used to give him shit for it, but now he’s begrudgingly resigned to it, knowing that Eggsy had no intentions of stopping. As long as it’s only you.

“It went great! Everything went according to plan.”

“Sounds a bit boring.” He laughs, as he silently agrees with you. “Speaking as your nurse, however, I suppose this is good news.”

“What a lovely nurse I have. How did I get so lucky?”

Another laugh. “Right place, right time, right car I suppose.” He laughs. It took a while before you were able to laugh about hitting him with your car, as you still felt extremely guilty. But after reassuring you that he was over it, and constantly teasing you about it, you found the humour in it. “Seriously, I’m happy for you Eggs. You must feel great.”

“I do,” he says, despite the disappointment that lingered due to not seeing you. “Want me to tell you about it?”

“Duh!”

“Could you please try to leave out the classified bits?” Another voice sounds from the jet. Eggsy looks up to see Merlin passing by. He gives Eggsy a tired, worried expression. Eggsy smiles up at him.

“You can count on me, Merlin,” he says with a cheeky smile and a wink. Merlin simply rubs the bridge of his nose where his glasses sit.

“Is that Merlin? Tell him I say hi!”

“Y/N says hi,” Eggsy relays to him. Merlin’s face softens.

“Hello dear,” he says. Despite the nagging and scolding, Eggsy thinks Merlin likes you. The two of you have never met, but Eggsy suspects the older man believes you’re a good influence on him. Truthfully, it’s because you make Eggsy happy.

“He says hi back.”

“When are you going to introduce me to your spy family? Or is that against the rules?”

“I think it’s a little late to be considering the rules.” You laugh.

“Fair enough. Then what is it? Do you just want to keep me all to yourself?” Eggsy’s breath catches as you jokingly hit the nail on the head. He knows it’s selfish, but he can’t help the feeling of wanting to be yours. To remain your favourite spy.

“You caught me,” he says with a laugh to avoid the truthfulness from leaking through his tone.

“You can’t keep anything from me, my dear boy.” Again, his heart hammers in his chest. “Now enough chit chat, tell me about your mission.”

†††

Later that night, Eggsy is sitting on his couch, your phone call from earlier echoing in his mind. Even after hearing your voice, it didn’t quite satisfy his need to see you. He considers slightly nicking his hand with a knife when he catches himself. What is he doing? There’s nothing stopping him from going to see you right now except his own nerves. But if the two of you really are friends, then there’s nothing wrong with it, right?

“Fuck it,” he mutters to himself. Summoning up courage he doesn’t have, he stands up from his couch. What’s the worst that can happen? A deep breath, and he’s making his way to the door when suddenly he hears a knock. He pauses, wondering who it could be. It’s the middle of the night.

Eggsy cautiously walks to his front door and opens it, only to stop in shock. There, on his doorstep, is you. You’re here, at his place. Once that registers, concern overwhelms him as he takes in your state. 

You’re leaning against his doorframe with a hand pressed against your left side. You also brand a gash on your chin and a split lip. Despite all of this, a smile graces your lips. “Well isn’t this ironic?” you say as way of greeting. Eggsy’s still having a hard time believing he didn’t fall asleep and dreamt this. But your voice shocks him out of his frozen state.

“Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you?” he asks, opening his door. Shock is slowly giving way to worry as he watches you slowly make your way into his place, taking in the view.

“It’s actually a funny story,” you say. You make your way to his couch but pause to examine his living room. “Nice place you have here.”

Eggsy’s mind is going a mile a minute. He didn’t know what to do, but then he remembers that you’re injured. “I-I’ll go see if I have anything to patch you up with.” Before you can argue, Eggsy starts scrambling around his place trying to find what he thinks he would need. He ends up bringing a wet cloth, a bag of frozen peas, a package of bandaids, and some disinfectant cream that you had given him.

He returns to find you sitting on his couch, a pained expression on your face as you take deep breaths. As soon as you see him however, your face hides any trace of pain. He furrows his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything. He dumps the stuff on his coffee table.

“Whoa,” you say, taking in his collection. He becomes self-conscious since you’re an expert in medicine.

“I-It’s not much, I know, but it’ll do for now,” he says reassuringly. He takes a seat on the couch beside you. He knows about the injuries on your face but not your stomach. He eyes your side and you know what he’s thinking. “Could you lift up your shirt?”

“How forward of you,” you say with a smirk and he’s acutely aware that your roles have truly changed. He gives you a stern look, and you drop the smirk. You pull your shirt up to reveal your side and Eggsy sucks in a sharp breath.

“Jesus Y/N,” he mutters, examining the massive bruise. 

“I’m lucky it’s just a bruise,” you say, a wince on your face. Eggsy looks at you and forces your gaze to meet his own.

“What happened?” he says sternly. He knows you’ve been dodging around the subject since you got here. You blush, realizing that he’s caught onto your game. To distract you, Eggsy begins fixing you up. He gently places the frozen peas on the bruise and you gasp in pain, causing his heart to squeeze.

“I don’t know how you spy types do it,” you comment. He thinks about asking how you medical professionals do it, as seeing you in pain breaks his heart. But Eggsy won’t let you dance around the subject any longer. You let out a sigh as you hold onto the bag while Eggsy examines your other injuries. “So, it’s actually rather embarrassing, but…I was actually on my way to see you.”

His eyes widen. You wanted to see him too? He tries to catch your eye but your gaze is directed at anywhere but him. A deep red is encroaching on your cheeks. You clear your throat. “So anyway, I got in my car and drove over. I…I was a bit rushed so when I got out of my car I wasn’t paying much attention. That’s when this biker rounds the corner and rides right into me.” Eggsy finishes dabbing the wet cloth on your chin and begins to apply the disinfectant, causing a hiss to escape your lips.

“Sorry,” he says. He finally meets your eyes and it feels like he got the wind kicked out of him.   

“It’s fine,” you whisper, not breaking away from the stare. A moment passes before you look away and continue your story. “Anyway, he knocked me over and my left side hit the curb while my chin hit the pavement.” Eggsy winces for you. 

“Did the wanker at least apologize?” His voice is clipped, withholding his anger for your sake. Tending to you is all that’s keeping him from tracking down this man and inflicting the same pain he forced upon you.

"It wasn’t his fault, Eggs, I wasn’t looking." He nods but still isn’t satisfied. Accident or no, this man hurt you which stirred unpleasant emotions in his head. “He ended up falling over as well, but he had a helmet so ultimately both he and the bike were fine. We both apologized to each other, me for not looking and him for not steering away or stopping quick enough. He was actually really nice about it.”

To distract from the illogical flare of jealousy that rose within him, Eggsy decides to joke around. “Is this a habit of yours? Getting into accidents with nice men? You know, there are other ways of gaining a man’s attention.” His comments make you break out into a smile that instantly winces due to the split lip.

“First of all, shut up,” you say, causing him to laugh. “And second of all, I’ll have you know that I had a clean record before I met you. Perhaps you’ve begun to corrupt me.”

“Perhaps I have.” The two of you smirk and the flirtatious energy soon leaves a sharp tension in the room. Eggsy applies a large enough bandage onto your chin and now begins to dab on the cut on your lip. You’re close enough for your breaths to tangle. But before Eggsy makes a complete ass of himself, he has to know. “Why were you coming to see me?”

This question wipes the smirk from your face and reheats your cheeks. “O-oh, that,” you say, trying to find the words, it seems. “Well, the thing is…okay, after your mission, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was expecting to get a call from you saying you needed to be patched up. I-I had gotten used to it, so I was expecting to see you. But then the mission went fine.”

Eggsy can’t believe what he’s hearing. His heart begins picking up speed as he eagerly waits for you to continue.

“And I know I should have been happy to hear that—I was, I mean I hate seeing you hurt and I’m always the one telling you to be more careful.” You begin to ramble on and in your ramblings, Eggsy’s confidence grows. “I selfishly wanted an excuse to see you, but then I decided fuck it, and made my way over here. I-I just wanted to see you.”

You will no longer look at him. Your flirtatious confidence is gone as you let the unspoken words hang in the air. Looking at you, processing what you said, Eggsy realizes that there’s a chance. There’s a chance that you feel the same way, a strong one. And if there’s a chance, Eggsy’s going to take it.

“Y/N,” he whispers. His continued silence forces you to look at him and he hears you gasp softly at his proximity. He’s looking at you, flicking his gaze down to your lips and back up to your eyes. His eyes hold a question and you glance quickly at his lips before nodding.

Eggsy gently takes your face into his hands and crashes his lips down onto yours. You hiss and he breaks apart, feeling guilty for forgetting your cut, but you grab his collar and force his lips back on yours.

Eggsy sinks into the kiss, letting the passion take over and melt his body. He can’t think of anything else other than your lips, moving together, sweeter than his imagination could have predicted. When the two of you break apart, gasping for air, he breaks into a smile. You giggle, making him want to kiss you all over again to swallow the sound and live off it.

After a moment, you say, “If I’d known this is what it would take for you to finally make a move, I would have got hit by a bike ages ago.” You both laugh before Eggsy can’t hold himself back any longer and captures your lips again. You hungrily accept.

You kiss until you pull back, wincing in pain. “Totally worth it,” you whispers. He sighs as the cut on your lip reopens. 

“What am I going to do with you?” he says, shaking his head as he reapplies the cloth. 

“Nurse me back to health?” you say with a smile. He smiles back.

“Don’t you worry love, I’ll take care of you.”

[strawberrypinky]

the winner takes it all [rook x lucanis dellamorte] - pt. 1

Somewhere in the depths of her heart, she clung to the hope that whatever her grandson felt for the girl was nothing more than camaraderie and deep gratitude for having rescued him from the Ossuary; that she, at best, was nothing more than a dalliance.  Her hopes were thwarted when Lucanis brought her home for the first time after the gods had been vanquished.

Or; Six months after the defeat of the Evanuris, Lucanis decides to properly introduce Rook to Caterina and it turns into another episode of the telenovela that is Lucanis' life.

A/N: So I had initially resolved to not write anything for Dragon Age, mostly because I haven't played any games in the series until Veilguard (and I have beef with the game on several layers bc that was massively wasted potential); however, a rewatch of Crazy Rich Asians got me to reconsider, because I am convinced a non-Crow Rook and Caterina would be exactly like Eleanor and Rachel.

Some people on here agreed with me and this three part series was born as a result. I still don't know how to feel but either way, I hope this is a fun little read <3

Tagging @if-youre-not-a-dog-then-leave bc I promised them like two weeks ago I would when I finished this.

Word Count: 5.3K

Part One ❀ Part Two ❀ Part Three

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Caterina had long suspected that Lucanis might harbour more… familiar feelings for the young woman who had aptly introduced herself as "Rook" nearly a year prior. The elf had, quite frankly, been nothing short of a disaster when Teia first introduced them. She was small and slight, with large protruding bat ears that peaked through her long dark brown hair, tousled and frayed, wide and unsettling purple eyes against ashen skin and clothes so frumpy that Caterina, for a brief, scandalous moment, thought if the Cantori Diamond had seen fit to let a beggar roam its halls.

She had twitched and squirmed in front of the Talons, decidedly uncomfortable in a room full of assassins, clearing her throat far more often than necessary of a healthy person, cheeks reddening with each passing second and a voice that bordered on squeaky when she inquired to know more about the Demon of Vyranthium . If that all hadn't been enough to add insult to injury, the young mage had apparently interrupted a strange ritual, unleashing two ancient and blighted mages onto Thedas instead of stopping the one she had been after for months. And while Caterina could appreciate that the disruption of the ritual had resulted in her uncovering the whereabouts of her grandson, she could only sneer disdainfully at the sheer stupidity. 

In short, Caterina disliked her immediately.

While she could appreciate the young woman's candour and, yes, even her rather apparent abilities, which had somehow managed to bring Lucanis back to her, she still did not like her. The second time she had met her Rook had at least been much more presentable, clad in a fine, mulberry-coloured mage robe, swiftly blending into the shadows as they infiltrated Illario's sham of a celebration on his failed ascension to the station of First Talon. Her hair had no longer been wild and untamed but put up in intricate braids, the ugly big ears full on display, and her purple eyes, while still unsettling, were decently beautiful when she actually accentuated them with kohl and shimmering powders. When she and Lucanis had finally bested Illario (and Caterina had to admit - the woman fought well) and Caterina named him First Talon, she had expected Lucanis to swiftly decide upon his cousins' fate and simply imprison Illario after humiliating him and denying him an honourable death. Yet instead, he hesitated , looking to the elf for guidance as if she had a single clue to the intricacies of Crow politics or the tenuous and frankly fragile position the Dellamortes had long found themselves in.

"Enough, Illario," Caterina pointedly said. "Lucanis is First Talon now. Whatever his decision, it will stand."

She could perceive a small gasp from her left, Andrateia and that Rook woman looking at her with equal amounts of astonishment and incertitude. Caterina's eyes searched those of her grandson – a man who, after the torture he had been put through at the hands of his quasi-brother, was both hauntingly familiar and aberrantly not, only stood there with his mouth and eyes wide open, as if not quite believing the words she had just spoken himself. "But I –"he only managed to utter, shaking his head, before his gaze wandered to the Necromancer. "Rook, after all of this, what –". 

Whatever Rook saw in Lucanis' eyes that day, Caterina would never entirely understand. She could only watch as the young elf's eyes softened, overfilling with unwelcome warmth and kindness, before she strode across the room and took her hands in Lucanis', her fingers tracing gentle lines into his calloused hands. It was a vile display of unnecessary leniency, an antithesis to everything Crows were, and yet Lucanis had listened when she had suggested simply giving Illario a second chance.

"There is always a chance to begin again," she had uttered cryptically that day, a gentle smile on her lips. 

And he had listened . 

It had unnerved Caterina more than she cared to admit that Lucanis had listened to a mere girl - that he had shown mercy when mercy was the furthest thing Illario deserved and House Dellamorte needed - but before she had any chance to speak to the elven woman, the pair had absconded with the human mage they had brought along, and Caterina did not see "Rook" again until the blighted gods had been vanquished. She had, however, heard of rumours – wagging tongues speaking in hushed tones of Lucanis being accompanied by a young woman in the streets of Treviso, yet whenever Caterina did try to catch them, neither could be found. At least not together. Since his return and subsequent rise to First Talon, Lucanis had received countless marriage contracts, some of them Caterina would have greatly approved of, yet whenever she brought it up, Lucanis only waved her off before he absconded to various places all over Thedas. 

It was then she finally asked Teia about the girl.

"What do you know of her?" Caterina had asked her late one night, eyebrow raised inquisitively.

The Seventh Talon only looked befuddled. "I'm sorry?"

"That girl," Caterina clarified. "Rook. What do you know of her?" 

"Not much," Teia shrugged, absentmindedly nipping on her wine. "A capable mage, even if her necromancy is rather strange. She did a beautiful job ridding Treviso of the Antaam and the blighted Dragon, though." 

"Yes, I'm sure she is quite the luminary," Caterina flippantly replied. "But what do you know of her ?"

"She is Nevarran - a Mourn Watcher," Teia relented. "A bit eccentric and strange, perhaps, but she is a kind woman. The Crows haven't forgotten all she has done for the good of Treviso. Her name is certainly quite popular with the Fledgelings." 

Caterina had barely held back her scoff. If Fledglings liking someone was the standard required for the wife of a Dellamorte their house would not live to see another day. Not that she would ever allow Lucanis to marry an Elf in the first place, lest House Dellamorte is further sullied by mere half-breeds – the demon living inside Lucanis was more than enough and his position within tenuous as is. Somewhere in the depths of her heart, she clung to the hope that whatever her grandson felt for the girl was nothing more than camaraderie and deep gratitude for having rescued him from the Ossuary; that she, at best, was nothing more than a dalliance. Having seen the woman properly dressed, she could acquiesce that she, aside from the bat ears and strangely purple eyes, was quite beautiful, and if rumours of several Crows preferring elven whores rang true, Caterina could suppose she might be nice to bed too. But that was all she could ever be. Had to be if House Dellamorte wanted to survive.

Her hopes were thwarted when Lucanis brought her home for the first time after the gods had been vanquished.

"Are you sure I look decent?" Wilhelmina, or Rook, as her companions had called her, asked, turning to face Lucanis as she fastened the necklace around her neck, letting the pendant fall to her collarbones as the dark green silk sat against her pale skin. 

He only smiled, his hands placing themselves on her hips before he placed a soft kiss on the crown of her head. "You put the stars to shame."

"I'm serious, Lucanis," Wilhelmina grumbled, turning back to face the mirror as she fretted over her hair. "I'd rather not disgrace myself in front of your grandmother. I know you value her opinion."

"So am I," the assassin smiled. "Don't worry, Rook. She will love you." 

Wilhelmina smoothed the folds of her robes one final time, her hands trembling slightly. The dark green fabric shimmered faintly in the soft candlelight of her room, casting her pale complexion in warm tones. Lucanis's presence was reassuring, but the knot in her stomach refused to unravel, so she took a steadying breath before glancing at Lucanis through the mirror.

"You say that," she murmured, "but you and I both know she'll have certain… expectations."

"You saved the entirety of Thedas," Lucanis mumbled, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting manner before staring into her eyes through the mirror. "I think you far exceed any expectations anyone might have." 

Her cheeks flushed faintly, but she managed a small smile. "You're too good with words. I'm starting to think you missed your calling as a bard."

Lucanis laughed, shaking his head. "I think you have me confused with Illario. Come. I'm sure the two of you will get along well." 

He led her outside her room, walking into the sitting room of the Nevarran home she shared with her skeleton brother and adoptive father. The man sat at the fireplace, his eyes focused on a book.

Curiosity. Where. Is it?

Spite's familiar voice rang through the room; Emmrich's attention was now diverted as she saw the couple emerge from Wilhelmina's room. Lucanis groaned – he had no idea why Spite adored Manfred so much, to the point where the two could potentially even be called friends. If a demon and a wisp animating a skeleton could even be called that. For the longest time, Manfred had largely unsettled Lucanis, a skeleton walking around beyond his killing expertise. He still wondered if he could even kill Manfred, even if he no longer found him unsettling but rather… endearing. "Spite, enough," he grumbled audibly. "We have places to be."

"Manfred is with some apprentices, Spite," Emmrich chuckled, standing up from his seat and walking over to the two of them. "But you are free to visit him whenever Lucanis has time."

Meet. Curiosity. Tomorrow!

"Spite," Lucanis groaned again, hearing Wilhelmina giggle to his right. "Emmrich, please don't encourage him. He'll overstay his welcome."

"You are both always welcome here, Lucanis," the Professor smiled kindly. 

Lucanis could not help the slight reddening of his cheeks, quickly clearing his throat and uttering a "Thank you, Emmrich". He was still not used to the welcoming attitude of the Volkarin family, so vastly different from the affable reclusiveness of his own, though no less tightly-knit. It had been strange to seek Wilhelmina's affection with her father so close by, not at all helped by the fact that the man, much like his daughter, could hear Spite and the demons less than appropriate thoughts at all times. But, to Lucanis' colossal surprise, the Professor had only smiled and wished them well – something he never once took for granted.

Wilhelmina's soft laughter echoed between them as she patted Lucanis's arm. "Don't be so hard on Spite. You know he's just curious."

Lucanis sighed, though his lips twitched into a reluctant smile. He still wondered how he had gotten lucky enough to find a woman who loved and accepted him despite being an abomination. "Well then. We should really get going. Caterina doesn't really appreciate waiting for her dinner."

Wilhelmina turned to Emmrich then, her expression a mixture of affection and nervousness. "I'll be back before long, I promise."

"Take your time, my dear Mina. You aren't on duty until midday tomorrow," Emmrich told his daughter with a warm smile. "You look beautiful, by the way."

Wilhelmina only smiled gratefully, briefly hugging him before being led outside and towards the Eluvian that would take them to Treviso.

When they emerged from the Eluvian, the warm winds of Treviso caressed their skin, and the city sprawled itself in front of them, bathed in golden light as the sun was beginning to set on the horizon. Lucanis looked over at her, watching as Wilhelmina briefly closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth on her skin. 

Pretty.

Spite commented in his head, and Lucanis readily agreed. While he knew Wilhelmina was entirely at home in the Grand Necropolis' dim lightening, where her beauty was hauntingly enchanting and her entire being glowed , there was something about her in the warmth of Treviso's sunlight – something gentle and ethereal. His heart clenched as he imagined her bathed in the warm sunlight each and every morning, eyes closed as she was still sleeping, and he simply watched her pale skin being kissed by streams of gold. Lucanis could only hope she would be amenable to live in Treviso with him; that returning to her work, should she wish to continue it, would be enough through the Eluvians but that Antiva could be her home, much like it was his. To sleep without her in his arms most nights had been an agony he didn't come to expect, not after she had laid in his arms every night since his ascension to First Talon, except for the tormenting weeks she had spent trapped in the Fade. It had been easy enough to pretend the world wasn't ending, those fleeting moments a momentary reprieve as the elven gods consistently loomed over them. When they had miraculously survived, and a return to their lives was imminent, Lucanis had rather quickly decided he did not want to be without her much longer. 

He had given themselves six months - six months in which she had aided the initial efforts to restore Minrathous before returning to the Grand Necropolis and resuming her duties as a Watcher. Six months, in which he had begun to lead the Crows as First Talon, casting the remains of the Antaam invasion out of his home for good. Within those six months, Caterina had more than once approached him with the myriad of marriage contracts House Dellamorte had received, his grandmother seemingly itching to marry him off and potentially see her great-grandchildren born, but he had spurned her time and time again, wishing to properly introduce the only woman he would ever when he felt it was time. 

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Lucanis silently took Wilhelmina's hand in his, leading her towards his home as they journeyed through Treviso's sunlit streets. It was quiet, at first, a comfortable silence as they enjoyed simply being together without the threat of the world ending looming over them. It had barely been six months since they had defeated the Evanuris, but rebuilding efforts had been well underway, and Treviso was now looking more and more like the home he had grown up in. The occasional passerby cast curious glances at the pair, though most recognised the Heroes of the Veilguard, neither Wilhelmina in her flowing green robes nor Lucanis in his deep purple ensemble blending into the warm and earthy tones of the city. 

"Are you alright, Cariña ?" Lucanis asked, breaking the silence as they approached the Dellamorte estate. 

Wilhelmina only sighed, offering him a nervous smile before nodding. Lucanis squeezed her hand in reassurance before walking through the gates with her, the spires rising like dark sentinels against the warm glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the courtyard. As they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The cool, polished stone of the entry hall gleamed under the light of hanging candelabras, their flames dancing in gilded sconces. Servants moved with quiet precision, their footsteps muted against the intricate mosaic floors. The grand dining room loomed ahead, its heavy oak doors guarded by two Crows in full regalia. They stepped aside in perfect unison, opening the doors to reveal a room bathed in golden light. Lucanis could feel Wilhelmina stiffening beside him as she took a final steadying breath before accompanying him inside. 

The long table was set with delicate porcelain and shining silverware, its centrepiece a towering arrangement of white lilies and deep crimson roses. At the head of the table sat Caterina, her posture impeccable, her gaze sharp as a blade, and Illario was, for whatever reason, right beside her.

She rose gracefully as they entered. "Lucanis, my boy," she greeted him sweetly, embracing him before her eyes locked onto Eurydice with her piercing eyes and a gaze that felt like a thousand judgments wrapped into one. In the corner of his eyes, Lucanis could spot Illario standing up to greet them. "I wasn't aware we were expecting company tonight." 

"Caterina," Lucanis nodded. "May I introduce Wilhelmina Volkarin to you?" He gently pulled her forward, a slight tremble in her hands that immediately ceased.

"It is an honour to see you again, Lady Dellamorte," Wilhelmina smiled, reaching out her hand to shake it. "You look well."

Caterina only narrowed her eyes, tilting her head as her lips curled into a smile that did not reach her eyes, which only briefly acknowledged her outstretched hand, though she made no move to take it, her hands clinging to her cane instead. " Wilhelmina , is it?" She asked pointedly. "I was under the assumption that your name was Rook." 

"That is only a… sobriquet, Signora," she gulped, her hand retreating awkwardly. 

Before either woman could say another word, Illario sashayed over, his usual flirting smile on his face as he embraced Wilhelmina with a big hug. Lucanis narrowed his eyes as Illario pressed kisses against her cheeks, greeting her overzealously with the usual sleaziness that had enabled him to bed countless women over the years. "Rook," he drawled, holding her at arm's length. "Aren't you a sight to behold? My cousin does have taste, after all."

"Illario," Lucanis growled in warning, eyes briefly flashing purple as Spite's own displeasure became apparent, stepping between the two as Wilhelmina's cheeks grew warm, and she instinctively stepped closer to Lucanis, who didn't miss Caterina's eyes narrowing further. 

"It is… nice to see you again, Illario," she nodded, biting her lip as she looked at Lucanis. 

Illario smirked. "Pleasure is all mine," the disgraced Dellamorte purred as he watched what was sure to turn into a spectacle.

The disdain was practically written on Caterina's face as Lucanis pulled Wilhelmina towards the dining table, pulling out her chair before seating himself next to her, across from Caterina. They sat in awkward silence for a few seconds, waiting for the food to be brought out, though nobody could mistake the critical gaze of Caterina, passing her eyes over her like a cannibal viewing his dinner, melting the flesh off her bones with devouring curiosity. 

Lucanis could see plainly the discomfort written on his love's face, her posture taut and breath slightly uneven. Smells scared, Spite grumbled in Lucanis' mind, and the man could only watch with growing uncertainty; Caterina's eyes would not stray from Wilhelmina's form, the glare in her eyes so famous that it had brought countless adversaries to heel. From the corner of his eye, Lucanis could glimpse his cousin sardonically sipping on his wine, leaning back into his chair as he watched his own grandmother tear the famed Hero of the Veilguard into pieces without so much as uttering a word.

Her gaze did not even avert when the servants brought the food, Mazzarelle , though Lucanis had ensured Wilhelmina would receive a vegetarian option instead. Caterina eyed the caponata in front of Wilhelmina suspiciously, though she remained quiet until the servants had left the dining room, and the quartet sat in tense silence until Illario broke it first.

"Caponata?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Is there a reason you aren't eating Mazzarelle like the rest of us, Rook?"

Wilhelmina cleared her throat. "I am vegetarian, actually."

Caterina hummed. "How Nevarran."

"I suppose vegetarianism isn't common here, then?" Wilhelmina asked politely, picking up her fork to begin eating.

"Not at all," Illario shook his head. "Though I suppose my cousin has always attended to your dietary needs most dutifully, as he usually does. Romantic, isn't it?"

Lucanis choked on his food, glaring at Illario, who only smirked at him in return. Wilhelmina smiled brightly. "If the restoration efforts of Minrathous and my work with the Mourn Watch hadn't kept me so busy, I'd be bursting at the seams already."

"Lucanis cooks for you often, then?" Caterina asked, a sharp edge to her tone, her eyes now focused on her grandson.

Wilhelmina nodded enthusiastically, swallowing a piece of aubergine. "Oh, yes. He also cooked for all of us back when we all lived in the Lighthouse. We were quite spoiled by the end of it."

Caterina exhaled through her nose, a slow, measured sound as she tapped her fingers lightly against the polished surface of the table. "How domestic," she mused, her voice silk-hiding steel, before she took a bite of her own food.

Wilhelmina smiled politely, but Lucanis could feel her fingers twitch in her lap. He placed his hand over hers beneath the table, grounding her and offering a comforting but warm smile.

Caterina's gaze remained locked onto Wilhelmina, an analytical glint in her eye as though she were attempting to pick her apart piece by piece. "And tell me, Wilhelmina ," she said, deliberately enunciating each syllable, "do you plan to linger here in Antiva much longer? I heard you were with the Mourn Watch. I can only suppose your duty binds you to Nevarra."

Wilhelmina swallowed the bite she had just taken, looking over to Lucanis briefly, who could only raise his eyebrows at Caterina's strange line of questioning. Surely she must have understood why he had brought a woman home? "I do attend to my duties in the Grand Necropolis," she eventually answered carefully. "However, the Eluvian network allows for... easy travel between our nations." Her fingers curled slightly against Lucanis' palm as though reassuring herself of his presence.

"Those elven mirrors you restored?" Caterina echoed, her expression unreadable.

Wilhelmina inclined her head. "Yes, the network has proven invaluable in our efforts, and the Veilguard has continued to use it even after the Evanuris were defeated."

Caterina hummed, idly twirling the stem of her wine goblet between her fingers. "How fortunate, then, that you need not choose between your obligations and your… personal indulgences." Her gaze flickered pointedly to Lucanis, and though her words were perfectly polite, their weight settled over the table like a drawn blade.

Lucanis, feeling the familiar bite of his grandmother's scrutiny, kept his expression impassive. "It definitely helps," he said simply, his voice carrying a faux easy confidence.

Illario, ever the opportunist, smirked. "Oh, cousin, you make it sound so simple. Balancing love and duty - why, the First Talon certainly doesn't squander any opportunity." He raised his goblet in a mock toast, his grin positively wicked. "I did not think you were so capable."

The corners of Caterina's mouth twitched, though whether it was amusement or something colder was impossible to tell, even to Lucanis, who thought he had long figured her moods out. Caterina took another slow sip of wine before speaking again. "And tell me, Wilhelmina - how exactly did you end up fighting elven gods?" Her voice was soft, but the question was anything but. "I hear most Mourn Watchers never truly depart Nevarra."

Lucanis felt Wilhelmina stiffen just slightly beside him. "I ah," she cleared her throat, gently placing down her fork. "I made some unpopular decisions during a civil war that broke out between some undead nobility. My superiors thought it best for me to travel a while so that the noble houses could... calm down a little."  

"Ah," Caterina acknowledged, her eyes narrowing. "So I can suppose you do not belong to any of the noble houses then."

Wilhelmina snorted, a laugh bubbling up in her throat. Lucanis couldn't suppress his own flicker of amusement, knowing just how much both Wilhelmina and her father disliked Nevarran nobility. "Maker, no. There was a brief dispute when I was found if I held any claim to the Ingellvar estate, or rather what remained of it but -"

"Found?" Caterina interrupted her with a raised eyebrow.

Wilhelmina hesitated for only a fraction of a second, but it was enough. Caterina had caught it, and from the way her lips curled ever so slightly, she knew it too. "Yes," she eventually admitted. "I was found in the Ingellvar crypts as a newborn."

"So you are likely a bastard child of a noble family then," Caterina pursed her lip.

"Caterina," Lucanis hissed, horrified at her statement. Wilhelmina only offered her a wan smile.

"Not quite," she shook her head. "The last of the Ingellvar family died during the Storm Age, and they had no known heirs nor any elves amongst their line. Their crypts have long been in disrepair and rather deep inside the Necropolis. There is no way for a mere visitor to have placed me there, and the Watch had no female elves of childbearing age at the time of my birth."

Illario let out a low whistle, shaking his head with a grin. "A woman of mystery then. Cousin, if I did not respect you, I might seek to unravel the mystery myself."

Lucanis growled then, his eyes flashing dangerously purple as Spite almost screamed at him in the back of his mind. " Por la sangre del Hacedor, Illario."

Illario only chuckled, utterly unbothered by Lucanis' warning glare. "Come now, cousin," he said, swirling his wine lazily. "Can you blame me for being intrigued? A girl found amongst the crypts turned hero. It's practically a bard's tale waiting to be told."

"Nothing quite so spectacular," Wilhelmina smiled. "My father found me after two spirits alerted him to my appearance. He took me in as his ward shortly after and raised me as his own. I led an ordinary, if slightly erudite, life for the most part. What happened with the Evanuris was... an unfortunate coincidence at best. I certainly never strived for something as grand as taking down elven gods."

"I would rather say it was a very fortunate coincidence," Lucanis chuckled fondly, delighting in the small blush that spread along her cheeks.

Caterina hummed, tapping a single finger against the stem of her goblet. "And did you ever find out who left you down there?"

"No, signora," Wilhelmina shook her head, diverting her attention back to the former First Talon. "The Mourn Watch came up with some theories over the years, but in the end, it never mattered to me. My father was all the family I have ever needed."

Caterina exhaled slowly, setting down her goblet with a deliberate motion. "How touching," she murmured, her gaze settling on Wilhelmina like a weight.

Lucanis knew that tone - he knew it far too well. It was the same one she used when dealing with unruly subordinates, with men and women who mistook her age for fragility. It was not approval, nor was it outright rejection. It was quiet disapproval, sharp and restrained, waiting for the right moment to become something more. He could only watch as Wilhelmina inclined her head, gaze questioning as she waited for Caterina to continue the conversation, but his grandmother only continued eating in silence, the conversation clearly over.

The remainder of the evening had been awkward at best and torturous at worst. Illario had largely steered any conversation afterwards, entirely ignoring his grandmothers' scathing glares in favour of interrogating Wilhelmina, though the young Watcher found herself strangely enjoying the disgraced Dellamorte's presence. While she had not forgiven him for what he had done to Lucanis and all he'd been willing to do to become First Talon, she had also come to understand his reason why and that, truthfully, Illario's and Lucanis' grandmother had all but set her own grandsons up for failure.  

Wilhelmina could not claim to fully understand the Crows, their hierarchies and houses and inner works largely foreign to her, even if she had come to understand some of it throughout working with them to defeat the Evanuris. Lucanis had told her precious little about them, preferring to keep his work mostly separate from their personal lives, and what little he had told her of his childhood mainly horrified her. She could not fathom why a grandmother would abuse what little had been left of her family, let alone pit the quasi-brothers against one another by always preferring the child that had come from her favourite daughter, leaving the other to clamour for any scraps of attention – no matter if good or bad. But she had understood that all Illario essentially wanted was to be enough – and Wilhelmina could not, would not , fault him for that.

When dinner had concluded, Caterina had sent Illario off, the suave Dellamorte bidding Wilhelmina goodbye with a broad smile and a "Come back soon" before eventually seeing Lucanis and Wilhelmina out herself. As they reached the foyer, Caterina mumbled something in Antivan Wilhelmina couldn't quite make out, her grasp of the language still novice as Lucanis aided her studying in what little spare time they had. Lucanis nodded, turning back to Wilhelmina with a strained smile.

"I'll be back in a second, Cariña," before hurrying off to a different wing, leaving the two women on their own.

Wilhelmina shifted uncomfortably as Caterina's gaze bored in on here, eyes scrutinising in the same fashion they had before dinner. "You have a beautiful home," she broke the silence awkwardly, clearing her throat.

"Yes, I suppose it is," Caterina hummed, unimpressed, her grip tightening on her cane. "Though I did not invite you here to hear your flattery nor to entertain Lucanis' fantasies of rebellion."

"Rebellion?" Wilhelmina's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Caterina tilted her head, her expression carefully neutral. "He has always been far too sentimental for his own good, but I have been able to instil duty in him well enough. I can only wonder what you must have done to make him act so recklessly. Tell me, girl. Have you regaled him with fantasies of everlasting love? Or are you simply that good of a fuck? I suppose it was only a matter of time until he succumbed to more... baser desires. He has been changed since that demon has been forced onto him. Perhaps you control that thing."

Wilhelmina's mouth fell open, her mind racing. "I did nothing but love him. Both of them. And I cannot control Spite anymore than I can control the weather."

"You mistake passion for love, my dear child," Caterina’s lips curled into something that was not quite a smile, her tone dismissive. "I have spent Lucanis' entire life preparing him to bear the burden of this family. It is his duty. Do not mistake Lucanis’ affections for permanence. He has always been too soft-hearted for his own good. One day, he will see sense, as that is what I have raised him for."

"And what sense do you suppose he'll see?"

Caterina sighed as if speaking to a stubborn child, giving her a long, slow look. Then she reached out, placing a single gloved finger beneath Wilhelmina's chin, tilting it just so. "I can almost see what he sees in you. You're young, quite beautiful for a knife-ear, and you have done admirably well in your fight against the gods. But hear me when I say this." She stepped closer, now holding Wilhelmina's chin between her fragile hand, the elder woman looking down into her eyes. "You, dear child, are nothing. You carry no name. No legacy. Not even the dignity of a proper birth. A death mage that was discarded in the dark until someone decided to claim you out of misplaced pity. You are a passing fancy - a crypt child. Nothing more."

Wilhelmina's eyes only widened, her heart aching as each cruel word seeped into her skin, before Caterina dropped her hand, stepping back and smoothing an invisible crease in her gown. The silence stretched between them, heavy and unyielding, before the sound of footsteps echoed from the hall, and both women turned as Lucanis reappeared, his easy smile faltering slightly at the tension still thick in the air.

"Everything alright?" he asked, his gaze flickering between them.

Wilhelmina offered him a small smile. "Of course."

Caterina only nodded, her expression once more a perfect mask of quiet dignity. "Of course."

But as Lucanis took Wilhelmina’s hand and led her toward the door, she could feel Caterina's gaze lingering, sharp as a dagger’s edge, watching, waiting.

"What did she say to you?" Lucanis whispered as he led her through the streets.

Wilhelmina only offered him a strained smile. "Nothing."

She could tell he did not believe her.

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Favorite Things: The Heart Killers pt 2

Before we even watched the finale, the two of us were preparing to re-watch it. We knew that knowing and loving the characters was going to make us see things so differently and we wanted to go back to the beginning to take it all in. This series went way beyond our expectations and we were both surprised at how much we ended up loving this show. The characters were well written, but the real magic came from the way the actors so expertly brought them to life!!! 😍

We had too many posts we loved to fit in one, so you can find Part 1 here 😁

Part one can be found here. More posts we loved ahead (spoiler warning):

@khaotunq had us rolling with this one. We love you so much for this!

Thank you for this @heretherebedork! Engagement pins is now 100% a thing!

Fadel seriously lectured Style THE ENTIRE SHOW about not driving distracted and then the pulled THIS! Was everyone else screaming "WATCH THE ROAD!" with us?! A Joke needed to be made.

😍 Gorgeous GIFS from episode 12 by @tortibomb! Bison's face... 🤣

Not going to lie, the whole Lilly family dinner scene gave us some whiplash. But @cornflowershade shared some of the things they liked about this part of the story and we feel like this scene deserves a closer look.

The sacrifice both Kant and Bison are willing to make for each other in the family dinner scene is another reason it needs a rewatch. Everything was happening so fast, it was hard to take it in fully. Enjoyed this post by @bird-inacage:

Posts like this one are fun. We like when people pick apart scenes. @airenyah has an entire post about Style during the family dinner scene:

Last one. Can't have a The Heart Killers roundup without Style's crop tops!

We are sure we missed some great posts, so please share with us if you have something we might enjoy!