#and inside the fandom w everyone's takes n shit the less i like him

[mailboxmerchant]

BAD DAY

tldr:naib is mfin horny after a match wit u bae n ur both in love with esch other and equally needy but dont knoe‼️

character: Naib Subedar - mercenary

fandom: identity V

warnings: SEX!!! who could have guessed, also rough/dom naib, swearing, power bottom(lmao)/fem reader, perhaps some masochistic type a stuff but not crazy, less goooooooo

(this is like. just horny. no thoughts. only horny)

As sweat beaded down his forehead, you watched Naib angrily smash the keys of a decoding machine. Something was up, but your teammate just never seemed to let on when something had gone wrong. This match was going fine, you had three more ciphers to go, and everyone was still up and going, only two of your teammates being injured. The hunter was struggling to find any of you, and with each of you teamed up with another to decode, you were all feeling confident in a victory to the survivors. So why was Naib so stressed?

“Hey, Naib?”

 “What, y/n?” 

His tone was sharp, and he snapped back instantly. Someone was clearly cranky. What did you even do?

“Are you...feeling okay? You seem...tense.” You kept your tone neutral, preventing there to be any negativity for him to react to. Before he snapped back, he missed a calibration and alerted the hunter of our position. Still not talking, Naib wrapped a braced arm around your waist and made a dive into a pile of cardboard boxes and other various recyclables. “Shut it, y/n. Hunter’s comin’.” 

You went quiet, but still, his commanding attitude could be done without.  You squirmed in Naib’s grip, at which he grunted, and tightened his hold on you. 

He was started to really make you worry. Naib was usually a calm, collected rescuer, who often would be more reassuring when you were being hunted. You promised you’d figure all this out, just maybe after the match ended. 

The danger passed, quite literally, as Hell Ember jaunted around the trash pile you were hiding in. Naib’s grip got even tighter around you as the hunter loomed closer.  “N-Naib, I can’t-” Naib didn’t seem to give a damn for what you had to say as he slapped a hand over your mouth. “I said, quiet.” His tone was worsening, he was really pissed, huh?

You couldn’t deny yourself though, hearing him sound so stern and having him grab at you so suddenly really threw you off. Your ever-so-secret crush on Naib was keeping you from feeling angry about any of this, in fact, you were almost happy to be so close, even if he was being rude. 

Finally though, you decided that you needed to get back to the matter at hand. Leo was gone, and Naib had to let go of you sometime. You made more of an effort to move, and Naib finally dropped you. Quickly, you jumped back on the machine as the Merc slowly crept from the box pile to return to his typing position. “You know, you could have been caught if it weren’t for me.” He sputtered, quieter than before. “Th-thank you...? God, Naib, what’s your issue today?” You spoke more questioningly than upset, hoping he wouldn’t hear the annoyed undertone in your speech. “It’s nothing you’d understand.” 

Alright, you were giving up for the remainder of decoding time.

Silently, you both finished the machine, and you made a break for the opposite direction of Naib. You figured you could have some alone time to just decode, calm down, and prep for the ending leap where you’d have to play a guessing game for which gate Hell Ember would be waiting for you at. 

Taking a break from running, your steps grew light as you began to pace yourself. “y/n!” As you looked through the fog, you discovered that Edgar was awaiting you with a half done machine. “Edgar! You’re here!” You made a quick greeting to the painter before getting back to business. Small talk wasn’t necessary between the two of you, as the ability to decode calmly was leaving both of your skillsets as your heartbeats became slowly more audible. 

“Come on, y/n, we can finish this, just don’t look away from the calibrations. Stay focused.” Edgar gave you a light tap of the palm to your head as he smacked the sides of the cipher. Your pace increased, as did Edgar’s as you had merely a percentage left. Someone else’s machine popped off, and yours a second later. 

Determined and brave, you made off like a bullet towards the southward exit gate. Sneaking around a broken pillar, you sighed at the sight of a clear gate.  Edgar clearly didn’t share the idea that this was the correct gate, so you could only hope he was hiding and waiting it out to escape. Actually, it seemed like everyone picked the wrong-

*SLAM*

A large hand suddenly slapped down on the decoding pad next to yours, frightening the hell out of you. You prepared to meet your doom when you turned around, but instead met a glaring Naib. “N-Naib! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” “Where’d you run off to earlier!? We were supposed to be decoding together.” 

His tone from earlier was still present, so....clearly he was still peeved about something you did. “W-well I just thought-” “You thought nothin’, y/n. Just keep decoding.” Your crush wasn’t protecting him any more. Letting out an anxious and angry grunt, you turned back around to the coding pad, slamming the rubbery keys down as you decoded. 

So that’s how it was, then, huh? Fine.

“Naib, you’re a real asshole.” You huffed as you finished the gate, and stormed out, not evening looking back to see if he OR Hell Ember were following. 

Once back in the manor, you rushed back to your room, the embarrassment and guilt from your actions following you quickly after. 

Keeping up the angry façade, you slammed your door behind you before running to flop on your bed. Holding your pillow close to your face, you yelled into it, hoping it was enough to choke the sound. 

“Damn it, Naib...”  You closed your eyes, hoping to wake up with a renewed confidence that way you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of your words.

The sound of three loud, harsh knocks on your door awoke you from your rage nap. 

“OPEN UP! COME ON, I ALREADY KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, Y/N!!”

Naib? Again? Now what...

You begrudgingly sauntered to your door, cracking it open to peek out. Only, Naib pushed right through your defenses, pushing both you and the door back. “Hey!”

Naib was more forceful than before, walking quickly in your direction, and even quicker, cornering you against your bed. You fell onto your behind as Naib gave you a harsh push. “What is all this?! You’ve been acting weird since we started decoding together in that match, and you’re totally out of line! I didn’t even...do anything...” Your words lost their force as you trailed your eyes downward. So that’s why he was all pent up.

An obvious tent in Naib’s pants was what your eyes met with, and even though your cheeks began to blush furiously, you averted your gaze and tried to pretend that you saw nothing. “J-just get out of my room.” You grumbled, no longer able to keep eye contact. 

“I just came to talk, y/n, don’t throw me out.” Naib shifted his body, effectively pinning you to the plush mattress, a hand on either side of your head. You ‘hmphed’, and curtly turned your face away from him. 

“D-don’t act all pissy,” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, “you’re making it so much worse!” Your eyes still just couldn’t meet his, the heat between the both of you running down between your legs.  Sliding a knee between your thighs, Naib leaned down to speak gruffly into your ear. 

“This is all your fault, you know.” 

“N-Naib! I-” but your words were quickly vanquished by a pair of warm, slightly chapped lips slamming down on your own. A slight graze of his teeth on your bottom lip gave you more excitement than you’d ever felt in any match, and you immediately parted your lips to feel Naib’s wet tongue slick into your mouth. 

You let out a quiet noise, enough for him to notice. After what felt like an eternity (seconds) of making out, Naib pulled away to hold your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks harshly between his fingers. “So...that’s how you feel, huh?” 

You were flustered, but it wasn’t going to take away what your nap earned you. “You were being so awful in that match, but I still...love you, Naib. I didn’t know when or where to tell you, but if you’re gonna do it first, then by all means...” You gestured to Naib with a smirk. 

Hungrily, Naib practically shredded your clothes off, each of his hands attaching themselves to your chest as he kneaded your soft breasts between his fingers. Your quiet pants were driving him absolutely insane. He loved every little exhale that escaped your mouth, settling to nip and suck at your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Telling you how much he needed this, how long he was waiting for this, how he wanted you.

An abrupt end to the sensations in your chest were replaced by a hand sliding underneath each of your thighs. Lifting them up to his shoulders, Naib quickly unfastened his belt, a look of giddiness flashing across his smug face. 

Diving his head down to meet his forehead to yours, Naib snatched your panties off in seconds, aligning himself painfully slow. As he slid his length slowly into your entrance, you dug your fingers into his hair, which was messily tied into his usual ponytail. Hissing at the feeling of you tugging his hair, Naib pushed all the way inside of you, earning a mewl of both pain and pleasure from you. 

"Ah, but wait..."

You winced as Naib suddenly pulled his length out of your entrance, the emptiness being too much to bear. "I'm an asshole, aren't I?"

He was going to make you eat your words.

Almost literally.

"Get up." His harsh tone was back, but it only served to make you feel hotter than before. Giving a shy nod, you got to your knees as Naib stood at the edge of the bed.

Nervously eying him, you gaped at his length, wishing you didn't say those words before so he could drive you insane with pleasure with it.

Stupid y/n...

"Well?" Tired of waiting, Naib took his hand to the back of your head, pushing you closer to his body, your head colliding with his chest. The sudden wholesome warmth was quickly replaced as he pushed you downwards near his manhood.

You began to comply as you opened your mouth, feeling as he gave a slow first grind into your throat. You choked immediately, but didn't pull away. Not yet.

Breathing quickly through your nose, you began to suck aggressively with no warning, pulling a gasp from the previously snarky Merc.

"Ga-hah! y-y/n...." Pulling off with a 'pop', you went back down to give small kitten licks to the tip of his cock, earning little shifts of position and pants from Naib.

"Stop....stop teasin' me...." was all he could huff out. You slid the entirety of his length in and out for a quick throat fuck a few times, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. In your own way, you were making him pay for being so snide earlier.  “Screw you, y/n. Have it your way.”

Your torture paid off! 

Naib firmly pushed you back down on your stomach, grasping your hips and pulling you close to his own hips. Letting out a satisfied hum, you felt as Naib quickly align himself with your entrance once more.

Giving you no time to readjust again, he fully sheathed himself inside of you, your insides stretching once again to fit him inside. “Hah....shit, Naib.....” You cursed, grasping tightly onto Naib as he pushed you both down, beginning to thrust wildly in and out of you. Every pounding slammed harder against the entrance of your womb, the suction of your warm, wet insides also providing intense pleasure for Naib. 

“Oh fuck, y/n, you’re...so tight...” Naib panted loudly into your ear. Neither of you were even remotely worried about the other manor residents hearing either of your moans racketing off the walls of the creaky residence.

“G-god...I c-can’t...hold on...” You whimpered pathetically as your dug your fingers into Naib’s scalp a second time. As your begging for more became louder, you felt the knot in your stomach grow larger, tighter, and more overwhelming than you’d ever felt before. You could feel Naib’s hard and precise thrusts growing sloppy, and you knew you were both getting close to climax.

  “y/n....y/n....I’m gonna...” Before his sentence could even be finished, Naib’s thick cock twitched harshly inside you as you felt his hot seed pour into you. The spreading warmth was enough to send you over the edge, your juice quickly spilling out to mix with his own. 

Slowly pulling out, your precious mercenary promptly collapsed on top of you, his head coincidentally landing in between your tits. You sighed hazily, riding off your previous high as you wrapped your arms around his head, and slowly letting your eyes close in exhaustion.

a/n: so sorry if theres any typos/grammar-spellin mistakes. i rushed the end bc i had this cued for FOREVER, enjoy babes <3 

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Block Party Barbecue

Fandom: Marvel (Single Parent AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x F!Reader

As requested by anonymous: Chubby!Bucky and reader are dating and during a barbecue a woman gets flirty with him. Reader doesn't get jealous right away because she thrusts him. Unfortunately he doesn't know how to handle the attention the right way and reader does get jealous over him seemingly flirting back. He doesn't mean to but he's overwhelmed. Maybe with some happy ending? ❤️

The sun was beaming down on you and Becca and the rest of the children surrounding you at the arts and crafts table that was set up for the block party. Becca, at seven years old, was trying to make a bracelet with her name on it. Her brows were furrowed, blue eyes, like her dad’s, filled with determination as she strings beads one by one. 

You chuckle and kiss her head and look over your shoulder to see Bucky chatting with your neighbors: Sam and Nat. A white t-shirt still clings to his round belly due to the water games groups of you played earlier. He takes a sip from his beer and, as if he felt your eyes on him, he looked your way and gave you a wink. 

“I finished!” Becca announces and you turn back to her to see her name spelled out in beads with mismatched beads surrounding it. 

“Great job, Becs! Looks super cute! Would you like me to tie it for you?”

“Yes, please!” she nods and holds out her wrist. You tie the bracelet around her and you bump fists. 

You both get up from the bench and stretch a little bit, “You hungry?”

“A little. Can I get popcorn?” 

“Sure, let’s go see if your dad wants some.” Becca mindlessly grabs your hand and you both walk over to Bucky who’s now chatting with a rather attractive mother. You don’t immediately get jealous. You trust Bucky and you know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.

When you near, you see the woman squeeze Bucky’s bicep. You know exactly what she’s doing and you’re hoping Bucky catches it. But he doesn’t. Instead, he chuckles and smirks, flexing his arm and allowing her to squeeze his arm again. She squeals in awe about “how strong” he is. 

You narrow your eyes at the two and then gently yank Becca back to prevent her from getting closer to her father, “Actually, he looks busy. We’ll just get some for us, okay?”

Becca replied with a bright, “Okay!” and followed your lead towards the food area. 

The sun was going down and Bucky felt like he hasn’t seen you for hours. He’s seen Becca since she’s ran up to him a few times to ask a question or to show him her latest project. But you? Nothing. 

The lower the sun gets, the more people head back into their houses, which makes it easier for him to see you. He finds you, tossing leftover water balloons to each other and backing up with each toss. 

Becca tosses a balloon towards you and you miss it, which causes it to burst at your feet. You scream as the water hits you and Becca’s laughter echoes through the neighborhood. 

Bucky smiles as he approaches the two of you, “You guys not tired?”

Becca shakes her head, “Nope!”

“Well, everyone’s leaving, sweet pea. Plus, you should get inside before you get sick. You’re drenched in water.”

His daughter’s shoulders sag in disappointment, “Okay.”

Bucky then looks at you and sees you’re staring at your feet, “Doll? You coming with?”

You shake your head, eyes avoiding his, “No, I-uh-I think I’m gonna head home now.” Bucky knows something’s wrong, but he’s not sure what or why. He figured you had a good time with Becca. Then why did you look so sad?

Becca runs up to you and tugs at your arm, “Can you at least walk home with us?”

Never able to say no to her, you nod, “Of course.”

The three of you walk all the way down the street to the court where the Barnes residence sits. When you get to the front door, Becca hugs you, “Bye Y/N! I’m glad you came today. I had fun!”

You softly giggle and hug the girl back, “Of course, Becs.” she pulls away, giving you a last wave before heading inside to take a bath. 

Without looking at Bucky, you turn around and murmur, “Bye,” but he catches your arm.

“Sweetheart, hey. You gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you mumbled with insistence.

Bucky shook his head, “You and I both know that’s a lie. I-I haven’t seen you all day, doll.”

“Maybe if you paid less attention to the women fawning over you, then you could’ve spent more time with Becca and I!” you spit at him and Bucky reels back.

“What’re you talking about?”

“Earlier. Becca and I were coming up to you from behind and you were talking to some woman-some beautiful woman-and she was clearly flirting with you. At first, I didn’t think I had anything to worry about. But then you started flirting with her and making her laugh-I just....it made me feel like shit, Bucky.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m-I’m sorry-I didn’t mean to-I didn’t know-well, no. That’s a lie. I knew what I was doing.”

You whipped your head at him with wide eyes, “W-what?”

But Bucky’s hands are on your shoulders and he’s shaking your head, “No no no! I didn’t mean it like-fuck!” he runs a hand over his shaved head, “She wasn’t budging. I tried giving her so many outlets to get her to leave, but none of them worked. I was freaking out on how else to get her to leave, so I just ran with it? I mean, flirting back with her did push her away for a little bit, but then she kept coming back and-anyway, I eventually told her she misread everything and that I’m happily dating you.” he sighs and cups your face, “I’m an idiot.”

You sniffle, “Yeah. You are.”

“Babydoll, I never meant to hurt you. I just-I was taken by surprise and overwhelmed. Not many people find me appealing so when Caroline came on strong I didn’t know what to do. But nonetheless, it’s no excuse. I’m sorry my actions made you feel like shit.”

You sigh, leaning forward and resting your head on Bucky’s chest, “I sometimes feel like I’m not good enough for you. I feel like I’m not pretty enough, that I don’t do enough to show you that I love you, that I-”

“No, baby. No.” he arms wrap around you as you softly cry, “You do more than enough, for me and Becca. You’re enough, sweetheart. I promise. I was just being stupid. I’ll do better. Promise.”

“I’m sorry for getting jealous.”

“I’ll accept your apology as long as you accept mine for being dumb.”

“Deal,” you murmur and hug Bucky back. 

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You turn around to face Becca and wipe your eyes, “Yeah, Becs. Sorry. I’m just really drained and crying helps tire me out more.”

“It’s okay to cry sometimes,” she says and looks up at you with a heartwarming smile. 

Bucky comes up and wraps his arm around your waist, “You sure you wanna go home? After we call wash up, we can cuddle and watch a movie?”

“Sure. Sounds good.” 

He kisses your head and the three of you head inside the house. Everything was gonna be okay.

[sserpente]

A/N: I’m baaaack! This Imagine was requested by @procrastinatinglikeabitch, @fandom-rpblog, @sparxgal and three anons!

Words: 4003 Warnings: smut, more or less, angst and fluff

Your heart leaped into your throat when Loki entered the room, the empty space between you instantly filling with sexual tension and unspoken words when his blue eyes met yours. He gazed at you intently for a moment before making his way over to the large dining area where Thor was already sat drinking a huge pint.

Disappointed, though you could not put your finger on why, your own eyes wandered back to your phone. It was better this way, you kept reminding yourself. Loki was too much of a distraction. Sooner or later, you would get yourself in danger—or worse, you would get him in danger. Being a SHIELD agent, or a member of the Avengers or whatever the hell it was you were, you could not afford loving the God of Mischief. Who were you kidding? Breaking up with Loki, even though he had despised you calling him your boyfriend, had not changed your feelings for him. Your relationship had been but a secret, the adopted Stark girl attracted to mischief, malice and tricks.

When you closed your eyes, you could still feel his cool fingertips ghosting over your skin, leaving trails of goose bumps behind. You could still taste his soft lips on yours, stealing gentle but demanding kisses. You were the first one to understand him, he had said. But you had not been the first one to break his heart. He had snorted upon you asking to remain friends—and you had not properly spoken since. It was better this way. Well, in fact, you had been avoiding him, dismissing any looming conversation and keeping safe from the way your body reacted to his.

You knew that when your vision became blurry and your phone screen transformed into a bright dot before your eyes that you should excuse yourself and barricade yourself in your room to cry. Perhaps you had no right to mourn what you had had, despite it being an utter secret. You had hurt him. You had pushed him away for seemingly no reason. It was better this way.

You still remembered how you had met. The reason Loki had bothered to take a proper look at you. Your parents—your real parents—had been historians who specialised in the Viking Culture and Norse Mythology. They had named you after Sigyn, Loki’s wife; and when Tony Stark, the man who had adopted you after your parents died in a tragic accident, introduced you to the team—among them Loki, who had been brought back to Earth as punishment for his deeds to support Thor—his stunning blue eyes had, almost unnoticeably, widened.

You did not actually go by the name Sigyn anymore. It was too complicated to spell, let alone pronounce. But ever since then, Loki had been drawn to you and you… you had been drawn to him. You would never know what kinds of secrets your parents had kept from you or what meaning there was behind your name. There was magic between you—and now, you had ruined it.

For a few precious minutes, it was utterly quiet, with only your clock on the wall ticking away peacefully and letting you sulk pathetically, your face against the pillow. When someone knocked on your door, you elected to ignore it—right until the intruder simply let himself in.

“Go away!”

“Last time you were mesmerised by that trick.”

Your eyes widened. You turned over vigorously to find Stephen Strange standing before your bed, seemingly having floated right through the closed door. His red cape was flowing behind him like a red river. You waved back at it when it raised a corner to say hello.

“Stephen! Oh my God, when did you get back?” Growing up, you had loved sci-fi films and of course, Doctor Who. Travelling to different dimensions and universes wasn’t just exciting, it was breath-taking. Needless to say, you had soon taken a liking into the New York-based sorcerer. His magic was nothing compared to Loki’s but Stephen had quickly become one of your best friends—it was a notion Loki wasn’t particularly fond of. It would be even worse now that you both… no, in fact, it had just been you who had decided to break up for good.

“Just now. Are you gonna tell me why you’re acting like a teenager?”

“I… rough day. Tell me everything. Where did you go? Did you bring me a souvenir?” It would be a little unfair to use Stephen as a distraction from your misery. But you were desperate. And desperate times called for desperate measures.

-

Two and half hours later, Stephen became too hungry and thirsty to keep telling you his tales. You both made your way back to the kitchen to grab something to eat, hoping you would not run into Loki. He hated the ‘second-rate-wizard’ as was—and there was no reason to tickle a sleeping dragon.

Fortunately, you only ran into Tony instead. “I was looking for you,” he stated, opening a coke can he took from the fridge, “We have to talk. There has been another attack in New Jersey.”

“Another one? That’s the third one this month.”

“Yep. Thor believes it has something to do with the Chitauri… at least that’s what the damage looks like their weapons left behind. We are meeting in the living room in ten minutes.”

You sighed, nodding defeated. Another mission then. As long as you didn’t have to spend time with Loki…

“And you? What have you been up to lately?” Stephen asked as soon as Tony was gone.

“Nothing at all.” You replied. He raised an eyebrow.

“That answer came a little too fast. Are you sure everything is alright?”

“Hmm. Yes, of course, why wouldn’t it be?”

You gave him a fake smile—one which froze on your face when, a few minutes later, you strolled into the living room and spotted Loki already sitting in your favourite chair. You swallowed thickly, remembering this one time the Avengers had been out at a party somewhere in Hungary and Loki and you had stayed home. You had ended up on his lap naked after taking a shower, fucking right there and then on that bloody black leather armchair.

He remembered it too. The corners of his thin lips barely moved, his smirk invisible to everyone but you. After a few heartbeats, he acknowledged Stephen’s existence.

“Loki.” He said politely.

“Strange.” Loki snarled in response.

Tony took twenty minutes to explain the situation and fill you in on the details and then proposed the plan he had been working on with Thor and Bruce.

“…who will bypass the security system and get us inside.“ You were barely listening, only stealing quick and furtive glances at Loki. “In the meantime, (Y/N) and Loki give themselves access from the south side of the facility and make sure we’re not running into a trap or a handful of soldiers.” Your eyes widened.

“We can’t! I mean… why me and Loki?” Tony frowned.

“Why not? I hate to say this but Loki actually listens to you, besides, the two of you have always made a good team on missions. You help us get inside safely, we take care of the rest. And I don’t want you in the line of fire, (Y/N).”

Growling, you leaned back and crossed your arms before your chest. This was a bad idea. You certainly did not want to endanger anyone because you would be unable to concentrate in his presence. Not to mention that Loki was rather resentful. He would make use of the opportunity and try and lure you back in only to pounce once you felt safe enough, knowing exactly about the impact he made on your body and mind. Perhaps he even knew how much you still loved him. Either that… or would show you the cold shoulder.

“I can take care of myself, Tony.” And regardless what had happened between us, Loki would risk his life to save mine. You could tell by the way his eyebrows rose ever so slightly whenever he laid his eyes upon you. You were still on his mind then, as much as he was on yours.

Suddenly, Loki chuckled darkly, making you blush. You could tell he was oddly amused by this whole situation. Mischief was sparkling in his blue eyes when he looked up, seemingly unaffected by what was happening around him. Thor frowned. It was not unusual he had no clue what was going on.

You sighed once more. It was pointless to argue with him. Tony Stark had developed a strong protective instinct ever since he had adopted you. “Fine then. Can I go to sleep now, Dad?” You asked him scornfully. Tony nodded, overhearing your tone.

“I’ll have FRIDAY wake you up. We’re leaving before dawn.”

Flight. That was your first instinct. Stephen was already suspicious and you would do good to avoid any more nosey questions. If only you could throw yourself into Loki’s arms and show them just how much you loved working with him. You scoffed to yourself as you marched through the dark hallway.

“It seems you have already found yourself a new sorcerer.” Loki snarled with a start, appearing behind seemingly out of nowhere. You froze, your hand only inches away from your door knob.

“W-we’re just friends, Loki, you know that.” Your heart began to pound. Shit, after all, this was the first time you were properly conversing again after weeks. Your voice was shaky—and you were certain it did not go unnoticed. Loki knew you, your body and your reactions better than you did yourself.

“Yes,” he retorted mockingly. “I know that.” He paused. “It must be unbearably terrible then to work with me instead of him.”

“That’s not… you know that’s not why.” Loki snorted bitterly.

“Of course it isn’t. Tell me, have you been suffering since you ended our relationship? Have you been missing me, my touch… our conversations?” He would never say it, never out loud—never admit in how much pain he was. Instead, he decided to show you. “Do you miss this?”

Cornering you, he stepped closer until your back hit the cold wall, forcing you to lift your chin up to meet his blue eyes.

“Loki, stop. We ended this. We can’t…”

“We can. You need this as much as I do, do you not?” You could practically taste his breath on your lips by now. Loki inched even closer to you, pressing you against the wall. Any moment now, another Avenger could turn around the corner. It was dark but still…

“N-no…”

“No? Why are not pushing me away then?” You could feel his erection against your pubic bone. Loki bucked his hips, demonstrating you what you were missing out on. Your body was ablaze, every cell longing for his touch and the sweet release only he could give you.

“Please don’t…” Don’t what? Don’t continue? Don’t… stop?

“Hmm… that sounds awfully like this one time you begged me to play the evil villain capturing a young and innocent maiden… the perfect toy to make an even more perfect little pleasure slave.” He purred.

Your walls clenched upon his seductive words. Unceremoniously, and ignoring your half-hearted protests, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up so you were trapped between his strong body and the wall, your heated centre resting snugly against his crotch. A moan escaped your lips when he rubbed himself against your lips, his forehead coming to rest against yours.

Loki knew exactly what buttons to press. Biting your lower lip, you stifled another moan when he cupped your left breast and squeezed it lightly, applying just enough pressure to turn you to putty beneath his touches all the while his other hand wrapped around your threat to remind you, in the most seductive and delicious way, who was in charge. Every blissful thrust of his against your most intimate body part, albeit still clothed, drove you closer and closer to orgasm. If he kept going like this… he would make you come undone for him right here in this hallway. God, where there any cameras nearby? Tony would get a heart attack if he decided to view the footage tomorrow…

But you did not get a chance to protest. Loki’s lips came crushing down on yours, capturing you for a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you until you gave in and dug your fingernails into his shoulders. Faster and faster, he kept rocking against you, desperate, not only to bring you relief but also to quench his own thirst for a numbing peak of lust.

You wanted, no, needed to feel him without clothes, needed to feel him deep inside of you… “Loki…” You whispered. “Please…”

He shushed you in response, kissing you once more to shut you up. His breathing quickened as he picked up speed, thrusting against you and pampering your sweet nub of pleasure through the disturbing layers of your clothing until you burst into millions of tiny shards, pleasure rippling through you like lightning bolts. Your walls clenched around nothing as you came, soaking your already wet knickers. Panting, you buried your face in his neck, his raven hair tickling your cheek as Loki followed you suit and stilled as his orgasm grabbed a hold of him, shutting down and heightening his senses all at the same time. You could feel him twitching against you, his warm seed, instead of coating your tight walls, staining his leather trousers.

For a few heartbeats, you simply leaned there against the wall, breathing in each other’s presence.

“I am returning to Asgard.” You suddenly heard him say softly. Your head shot up in surprise and shock.

“What? You’re leaving?” He nodded weakly.

“Tomorrow night.”

“You can’t… you can’t just leave m-… What about Odin, what about Thor… what about your punishment?”

Loki scoffed. “My so-called ‘punishment’ ended over two months ago. I stayed because of you. But now, with nothing holding me here… I see no point in spending any more time among a group of meagre mortals who all desperately wait for the day I will not return from a mission.”

“Loki…” You wanted to tell him how this was not true, wanted to tell him that there was something holding him here on Earth. With trembling fingers, you reached up to cup his face. Loki moved back as if stung by an adder. You almost landed on the floor when he let go of your thighs.

“What do I need to do to stop you?”

Back to Asgard. It was in this moment that you realised that you had made a huge mistake with pushing him away from you like that out of worry for what your future might look like; realised the moment his blue eyes full of hurt and longing met yours that you loved him so much you could never possibly imagine a life without him anymore. You only feared that by now… it was too late and Loki had shut you out for good.

“Nothing,” he spat. “Not anymore. This is goodbye, (Y/N).” I just needed to feel and taste you one last time, he, unbeknownst to you, added silently.

You sank to the floor, sobbing, long after he had left, spending what was left of the short night crying yourself to sleep and mourning the loss, probably of the love of your life, which was entirely your fault.

-

You did not want him to leave. Being apart from Loki within the Avengers’ compound was hard as was… how would it feel once he was back on Asgard, lightyears away from you? What if he found a beautiful princess from another realm who would marry him? What if he forgot you?

Needless to say, you were unrested the next morning, your eyes swollen from your endless streams of tears. You did not join the others in the kitchen for breakfast, instead, sulked about in your room until they were all ready to leave.

How would you ever survive this mission, knowing that after, you would never see him again? What could you possibly say to him to make him stay? Loki had made it very clear to you last night. There was nothing holding him here anymore. He had shut you out just like you had shut him out, kicked him when he was already on the ground.

The only one to blame was you… and you wished for nothing more than to mend his broken heart. Tearing up yet again, you suited up and boarded the helicarrier. The journey would take you to Thailand, to a “secret” facility delivering weapons and armour of alien origins to a few thugs in New Jersey.

No… you would fix this. You would win him back. Loki was positively the best thing that had ever happened to you. You had been naïve, no, stupid to end the relationship because it might distract you from saving the bloody world. There was no world without Loki, was there?

Like the last couple of days, he was avoiding your gaze when you approached him standing next to Thor, observing the rest of the Avengers preparing everything like they were getting ready for a camping trip.

Finally, his blue eyes met yours—and for just the fraction of a second, longing flashed in them.

You looked away quickly when Tony noticed, blushing furiously. But… yes. That was exactly the problem. You kept hiding him, repudiating him. Your heart skipped a beat. Even when you had been together, you had, painstakingly so, kept him a secret out of fear of what the Avengers might say or do to separate you. Truth was, no one would ever be able to separate you from Loki anymore—no one but Loki himself.

Before you could stop yourself and reconsider what you were about to say, you took a deep breath and clenched your fists all the while marching straight towards the God of Mischief. Loki frowned in a confused manner.

“I have something to tell you guys.” You said loudly—loudly enough for everyone to stop doing whatever they were doing and face you to listen curiously. Loki’s frown deepened.

“Loki and I…” You paused. Loki and I are in a relationship? No. That was not powerful enough. “I love him.”

“Huh? Love him how? Like you love nachos and cheese or like playing house?” Bucky commented unimpressed.  Beside him, Tony froze. Loki’s lips parted in utter surprise. You had never caught him off guard like this before.

“What did you just say?!” Your adoptive father finally snapped, earning him a reproachful look from Doctor Strange—who looked equally displeased. You couldn’t care less.

“I said I love Loki.” To your left, Thor began to grin.

“So that’s why you decided to stay with us, brother,” He stated, patting him on the shoulder. “You fell in love!”

“I did not fall in love.” He spat. His soft gaze when his blue eyes met yours, however, spoke a different story. You couldn’t help it, giving in to the urge to be close to him, comfort him, kiss him. So you did. You practically jumped into his arms, digging your nails into his armour and kissed him senseless. It took him only a heartbeat to reciprocate the kiss and wrap you in his arms. Behind you, Tony was about to explode, if such a thing was possible.

“What have you done to her, Reindeer Games? What kind of spell is this?”

“I’m afraid it’s not a spell, Stark.” Stephen tossed in—still displeased but somewhat… amused. The rest of the Avengers appeared to be equally shocked. Well… that was their problem now. Even though there were a lot of things still unsaid between you two, Loki would be yours again; and you would never ever hurt him again like this.

“Okay, stop it. Stop it now! (Y/N), have you lost your mind? This is Loki.”

Eventually, you broke away from him, if anything to catch your breath. Loki was panting too, still not quite believing what you had just done. He did not, however, pull away from you. Quite on the contrary—he held you close as if he was worried Tony or one of the others would snatch you away from him.

“You don’t really know him, Tony.”

“I don’t know him? I don’t know him, (Y/N)?! This man brought an alien army to New York and killed innocent people!”

“That’s not how it happened and you know it.” You spat sharply, unwilling to mention Thanos’ name.

“I forbid it.”

“Forbid it? You can’t forbid it.”

“I can, you’re my daughter!”

“That’s not what it says on the adoption papers. I am a grown up woman, Tony. I can make my own decisions.”

It was Steve who stopped the Ironman from lunging at Loki without even wearing his suit.

-

“What does it look like back there?” Steve’s voice came through the waterproof earpiece you were wearing.

“We’re facing a cliff.” You replied matter-of-factly.

“Is there water down there?”

“Yes. Deep enough for a ship to pass through and deliver deadly ammunition.”

Tony might have hated would he had had to say about you but Loki but you were indeed a very good team, even more so now that… you smiled at him when he reached for your hand to pull you back into him so would not accidentally fall off the cliff.

“There is a… well, it looks like a cave. It might be what we’re looking for. Do you reckon that’s where they are storing the weapons?” You asked, turning to Loki.

He nodded. “Possibly.”

“And do you think there is a safe way down?”

“Of course there is a way down.”

“You teleport us?”

Loki grinned—maliciously. “You do recall how I told you back on the helicarrier that this barrier we saw on Stark’s digital map will not allow any form of teleportation? Given that I no longer have the Tesseract at hand…”

You raised an eyebrow and suppressed a grin—and the urge to just kiss him again and have him make love to you there and then.

“So?” Ignoring the fact he had made a subtle suggestion the space stone be returned to him, you looked at him, expecting the worst. He did not disappoint.

“We jump.” He stated, seemingly unaffected. Your eyes widened.

“What?!”

This time, he laughed. It was honest, blithe—and it warmed your heart. This man… is yours, a happy voice in your head whispered.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, reaching for your hand. You took it with a deep breath and nodded.

“I do.”

Loki’s smile was still genuine when he took your hand and squeezed it gently.

“Together.” You whispered. Next thing you knew you had your breath taken away as you fell, holding on to the God of Mischief for dear life. The moment you had to let go was the moment you broke through the water surface effortlessly, sinking deeper and deeper. Surprisingly, it had barely hurt, still, the sudden darkness and masses of water around you put your body on alert. Resisting the urge to take a deep breath, you ripped open your eyes.

Loki was grinning at you smugly even though you could barely register it due to the saltwater, instantly making you feel safer. He’d never let you drown. Your eyes were already burning. Quickly, you closed them again, only to feel him wrapping you in his embrace and pulling you close to ensure you made it back to the surface safely.

And before you even knew it, he captured your lips for a passionate kiss underwater. Loki became your oxygen. But no, you corrected yourself. In a way, he always had been. And perhaps… just like in the Myths… you would become his wife and he would take you to Asgard with him.

-

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Ghost Boy ⎯ Klaus Hargreeves Headcanon

Pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x Reader Fandom: The Umbrella Academy MASTERLIST Warnings: Mentions of drugs SUMMARY: Having similar powers to Klaus would include...

A/N This is before he goes back in time w/Hazel & Cha-Cha’s briefcase. Feedback is appreciate <3 Comment to be added to the taglist <3

You two met when you saw Klaus speaking to Ben, the conversation didn’t look out of place but you saw the looks everyone was giving Klaus

“Hey ghost boy!” (You)

You grew up knowing about The Umbrella Academy and its students

Especially that you had strikingly similar powers to Klaus

Conjuring wasn’t really your forte but you could give ghosts the ability to move objects with enough thought

Klaus and Ben would look at one another with wide eyes as Klaus practically runs across the road to see who said that

“You can see me?” (Ben)

Ben would be in awe and Klaus would probably think he was coming down from an acid trip

“Of course I can see you,” (You)

I think Klaus would be completely losing his shit

“Oh my god, there’s more of us? How- I- Ben why are you talking to them!?” (Klaus)

“Don’t worry ghost boy, I won’t steal him.” (You)

After convincing Klaus to meet you for brunch or something, you’d finally get to know him

And I’m not talking about Klaus on drugs, Ben would have made Klaus sober up so he can have a clear head

At brunch Klaus would probably be hitting the side of his head because of all the ghosts and it wouldn’t take much to draw his attention away

“Hey, just ignore them,” (You)

“I can’t-” (Klaus)

“Yes you can, Klaus, just tune them out like you do Ben. It’s simple... just think of them as white noise and they’ll just fade away.” (You)

It took you ages to master the talent of ignoring the ghosts, you never figured out that drugs numbed your mind so you just dealt with it

He’d squeeze his eyes shut and when you knew he couldn’t hear them anymore, he opened his eyes with a huge smile on his face

“I don’t... I don’t hear anything... I can see them, but they’re just there... thank you!” (Klaus)

That’s the start of your wonderful friendship with Klaus

He’d struggle to stay sober because sometimes ignoring the ghosts doesn’t work all that well

You two would work on your powers together

Klaus teaching you how to conjure and you helping him ignore the ghosts

“Wait, so you can’t conjure them? I can’t tell what’s better, ignoring them or conjuring them.” (Klaus)

“Ignoring them, especially when you weren’t raised to be special...” (You)

After some time you’d be pretty good at conjuring while Klaus loved being able to just live his life without worrying about being drugged up in order be happy

Being around Klaus would obviously lead to you seeing his family

They’d probably be really skeptical about you but after some convincing things would be... decent?

Diego would find you to be a more tolerable version of Klaus

“They’re like Klaus, but minus the dumbassary.” (Diego)

“And the drugs, don’t forget the drugs.” (Five)

“Hey! I don’t do drugs anymore, maybe the occasional margarita, but other than that... I am 100% sober.” (Klaus)

Going out with Klaus is always so much fun, he always insists on dressing up and doing your makeup even if you don’t like to wear it often

Klaus helping you with accepting that you are special

Shenanigans with Ben that usually end with Klaus chasing the two of you down

It’d be so fun being Klaus’ friend but he could get a bit overbearing

Sometimes laying on you for no reason at all (other than being bored)

He’s very clingy and touchy-feely

“Y/N... hug me.” (Klaus)

“Klaus, I’m doing something- get off- oh my god you’re like a koala.” (You)

“Maybe I should start going by Koala... it’s cute?” (Klaus)

Over all, despite his less than favorable traits, Klaus is a great and loyal friend who’d be down for anything from orgies to movie nights inside.

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Fate Is Sealed. Chapter 8

Fandom: John Wick

Ship: John x Elizabeth (OC)

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A/N: For those of you who read my imagine 'We're Even', you'll realize this is pretty much it with a few things changed to better fit Elizabeth and the current situation of this story. Hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Even as I clutched my side, which was still gushing blood and threatened to kill me. Even when it was my only option because not even the Continental was a safe place anymore, knowing them to have broken the rules before. Even then, I couldn’t believe I was standing there at the front door.

I raised my arm, my knuckles hovering over the door as I hesitated to knock. Our relationship was too complicated, what if he refused to help me? What if he told me on everyone? Even worse, what if he finished the job? He probably held grudges for what I did when we first met, even if I had tried to undo those mistakes. I hoped it was just my feverish mind and that I was wrong, that the tension I felt between us was only in my mind.

My frantic train of thought was interrupted when a loud groan escaped my lips as the pain from my gunshot wound suddenly worsened by ten times. My vision became blurry and I limply fell against the door, struggling to stay on my feet and gasping for air.

The soft thud of my body hitting the door brought attention to my presence, as a barking started inside the house. I grit my teeth and straightened up as much as I could, forsaking the support that the door provided me with and instead having to hold my own weight, even if my legs threatened to buckle underneath me.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” A voice said from inside the house, causing me to swear under my breath. Footsteps grew closer as I spotted a figure through the glass.

The front door opened just as I noticed I had stained it with a bloody handprint.

“Hey” I breathed out, gulping while I swayed in place. “Long time no see”

It had been less than a day, but that moment at Aurelio’s shop felt distant and surreal.

I observed John as he blankly watched me. His black hair framed his stern brown eyes. He was wearing a casual white T-shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants. I stupidly grinned at the realization that I just saw the Boogeyman in his pijamas. Maybe it was just the blood loss, which was making me delirious.

Noticing John’s silence, I forced myself to say something. My mind worked slowly, but I managed to blurt out some sort of apology to lighten up the mood and hopefully ease his vexation.

“Sorry to disturb your peace and quiet, John” I breathed out, still clutching the bleeding wound in my side. “I didn’t know where else to go”

“Elizabeth” John gulped and clenched his jaw. “What happened?”

I took my time to answer, trying to regain my breath and focusing all my strength in staying conscious. Everything seemed too bright, but I couldn’t tell if it was because all the walls were white and contrasted with the darkness of the night or because of my feverish state.

“Business gone… wrong…” My knees finally buckled, but John was ready and he caught me in his arms before I could hit the floor.

I frowned, helplessly leaning against his chest and trying to hold on to his shoulders for support. I opened my mouth to speak but found that I had no strength to speak not a single world. John piped up anyhow.

“Were you followed?” He brought me inside the house and kicked the door so it would close behind him.

“N-No” I managed through grit teeth, now struggling to stay awake. “I made… sure…”

My strength failed me once more and John decided to completely scoop my form into the safety of his arms. It was a great relief not to have to stand on my own.

I hadn’t noticed there was another presence there, but the barking from before continued as John carried me further into his home. Two pair of paws followed after us while John hurried into the bedroom.

I closed my eyes, tiredly leaning my head against his shoulder. It seemed to somewhat stabilize me and stop everything from spinning around me. Despite our history, I felt incredible safe at that moment, his very presence being like a silent promise that everything would be okay.

When he gingerly laid me on the bed, the thought that I would get blood everywhere popped up in my head. I was most definitely delirious, worrying about his sheets while I was literally bleeding out.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back” John squeezed my shoulder before rushing off, allegedly to get a first aid kit. I immediately missed his comforting presence, but was too exhausted to call him back to me.

I got slightly startled when a soft weight fell on the bed and I looked to see the pitbull, cautiously moving closer to me. He whimpered, watching me writhing in pain and groaning, and licked my face. Somewhat endeared at such pure gesture, I weakly smiled, although I softly pushed the animal away.

John returned, his bare feet thumping against the wooden floor. Noticing my eyes were closed in exhaustion, I opened them to see him scattering the contents of the first aid kit across the bed.

Through heavy-lid eyes I watched him move, calm and efficient, as he pushed my hands aside to take a look at my wound. My hand heavily fell on his shoulder, earning a glance and a raised eyebrow from him.

“I… wasn’t sure… if you’d…” My eyes closed again, but I felt him tapping my cheek.

“Hey, stay awake” His deep voice seemed to echo around the room as he broke his silence. “If I’d what?”

It took me a few seconds to figure out he was going back to what I had just said. It was so hard to focus, and sleeping seemed so cozy at that moment. I was so very tired and just wanted the excruciating pain to stop.

“That you would… help me” I breathed out, wincing when he pressed something against my wound that stung like hell.

“Why not?” I tried to find any emotions in his voice –concern, anger, pity, contempt, fear –but it was flat and neutral.

“I tried to kill you” I replied with an attempt of a sarcastic smile.

“And you didn’t” His eyes briefly met with mine, but he quickly resumed his task.

I couldn’t help a chuckle despite my pain and weakness. Ever since I ambushed him, I still wasn’t sure if that was the right call or if it was a mistake not to kill him. But if it was the reason why I didn’t get John Wick against me and instead led me to that moment, maybe it was a good decision.

“You were shot?” He suddenly asked me, and it took me a bit again to comprehend the words again.

“I…” I gasped, feeling that speaking was exhausting. “O-Out”

John gave me a nod, and I was glad to see understood what I meant and I didn’t need to elaborate. I shut my eyes tight, though, when I realized that it also meant that he needed to stitch it since I had pulled the bullet out. I didn’t exactly remember when I did it, but I had heard the clinking noise it made when I dropped it.

“You really meant it then” I hissed when I felt the cold needle piercing my skin. “W-We’re… even”

“In fact, I owed you one” I could have sworn there was a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“That’s right, I forgot…” My eyes closed themselves once more, and I decided to rest them for a bit. “History repeats itself, huh”

“In this world, it often does” He suddenly sounded so far away, his voice fading out into the void. “Elizabeth? Shit, stay awake!”

I wanted to do what he said, but I was too comfortable in the painless pit of darkness that was engulfing me.

I was surrounded by red. My heart beat quickly, pumping blood so violently that it resonated against my ears. My fingers pulled the trigger, and the sound was so loud that each time it felt like I was hitting a drum, but maybe that was my heart thumping in my chest still. Pure adrenaline traveled through my veins, clouding my thoughts and replacing them with pure instinct and muscle memory. Like an animal, like a predator.

I cringed, tensing up and jolting up at the sound of myself screaming. It was all I could fathom now. Screaming, gunshots. Fear, pain. Blood.

I gasped, startling myself awake, unable to breathe. I opened my eyes to be received with brown eyes laced with alarm, framed by a curtain of dark hair. I breathed in relief when I recognized his face.

“It’s okay, you’re safe” John whispered softly, even if his hands were tightly wrapped around my wrists. Assuming I jolted awake and squirmed, I lightly tugged at his grip and he released me.

It took me a moment to recall the latest events and understand what happened and where I was, but as soon as I did, a wave of relief washed through me.

“Oh, fuck…” I breathed out, finding myself extremely weak and my head spinning once more.

“You alright?” He asked, sitting at the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving me.

“Y-Yeah, I think so…” I lifted the hem of my shirt to reveal the bullet wound in my side, now clean and stitched closed. It still throbbed, but at least it wasn’t bleeding anymore.

“I healed your arm too” At first, I frowned at John’s words, but then I remembered that I got stabbed there. Craning my neck to look at the wound in my arm, I saw that it was bandaged too.

I was still full of bruises everywhere, and my face felt a bit swollen near the temple. But I felt much better now that my stab wound and my bullet wound were taken care of. I felt tightness in my face that told me he covered the cuts in my cheek and eyebrow too.

“Thanks, John” I told him, pouring as much honesty into my words as I could. “Really, thank you”

I watched him carefully, wondering why he allowed me in and even went through all the trouble to treat the wounds for me. Even though I had done the same thing for him once. Everything would be so much easier if I could read something in the blank canvas that was his face.

“I didn’t mean to bring you into this” I muttered, seeing as he was quiet and refused eye contact now, despite my staring.

“I can handle it”

“I know you can”

“Good”

Uncomfortable with his silence, I slowly sat up. I knew John was a man of few words, but I was so puzzled and intrigued by his behavior that I wanted some sort of explanation. A clear sign that he didn’t hold grudges against me, that he didn’t feel obligated to help me and it was a decision based on his opinion on me. On his… feelings.

“Rest” He softly pushed me back against the pillows, placing one strong hand on the side of my head in what I thought was a comforting gesture. “You’re safe here”

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want to impose, that I was better and I could leave already. That I didn’t want to take up his bed and be an unwanted presence in his house. However, I pursed my lips when I recognized that harshness in his eyes that admitted no argument.

Satisfied when I didn’t try to sit up again, John nodded and stood from the edge of the bed.

“John” I held him by the hand before he could leave. He looked me over his shoulder. “Why… Why did you help me?”

“I told you, I owed you” Any warmth that might have been present in his voice when he told me to rest was now gone. “Now we’re even”

I let out a sarcastic chuckle to hide how much the impact and bluntness of his words hurt.

“So that’s why” I angrily let go of him. “It’s nice to see where we stand”

John turned around, completely facing me, and towered over me. He observed me for a moment, the dark harshness in his glance softening slightly.

“How did this happen?”

“I was adamant and angry” I gulped at the memory of the confrontation. “And kind of reckless…”

“You’re better than that”

“No, I’m not”

Another silence settled in the room, and I stirred in the spot until he spoke up again.

“What I meant is…” He averted his eyes for a moment, I couldn’t tell if in annoyance or resignation. However, I did know he pretended he didn’t hear me. “Who did this to you?”

“You don’t want to know” I closed my eyes and heaved a sigh, utterly exhausted. “You’re involved enough already”

“That’s cute” John chuckled, surprising me so much that I opened my eyes to look at him. He bore a sarcastic expression.

I sat up again and supported my weight in my elbow even if my arm was shaking and begging me to lie down again. Despite the icy glare he threw me, I maintained eye contact.

“I know you can handle it, Boogeyman” I poured venom in my words, offended by his patronizing demeanor. “That doesn’t mean I want to drag your ass into something that’s not your fucking business”

His glare only hardened at my words and my tone, but I held his gaze. I expected anger from him, but he just lingered in the tense silence.

Noticing I had used my bad arm to lean on the bed, a strangled grunt of pain tore my throat and I collapsed back on the bed, breathing heavily from that needless effort.

“Rest” John repeated sternly, covering me with a blanket. “I don’t want to see you up”

With that, he walked away, leaving me with the only company of his pitbull, who sat at the feet of the bed. I suppressed the urge to call out for John and ask him to stay with me, to provide me with his protective company. But I doubted he would even glance back at me if I did. And I… I didn’t want him to stay with me anyway.

I didn’t know how long it had passed or when did I fall asleep –I didn’t even remember going to sleep, I must have been too exhausted –but when I next awoke, it was almost bright outside. The sun was high, illuminating the room through the window.

The house was quiet except for the distant sound of oil splattering and dishes clinging. John must have been in the kitchen, so I decided to go and meet with him despite his wishes.

Hoping he wouldn’t lecture me for it, I sat up. I took my time, taking a few deep breaths, to swing my legs over the bed and stand up. I was instantly received with a head rush, and a barking sound close to me informed me of the dog’s concern for my wellbeing when I dangerously swayed.

“I’m okay, buddy” Still recovering from the dizziness, I blindly moved my hand to pet his head. “I’m fine”

Patiently waiting until I felt stable again, I touched my side and my arm to analyze the evolution of my wounds. I was profoundly relieved to find no blood in my palm. I hadn’t bled through the bandages.

I followed the delicious aroma of eggs and bacon into the kitchen, where John was just finishing serving the breakfast in two plates. He didn’t look at me, but his shoulders tensed ever so slightly at my presence.

“I told you I didn’t want to see you up” He said, still not making eye contact.

“That’s too bad” I sarcastically replied, subtly eyeing the food. “I have no intention on lying down again”

John turned his head to finally look at me and pursed his lips a little. He leaned both hands on the counter, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.

“They’re still after you, and now you’re injured” He paused, almost waiting for me to object. “You can just stay here”

“You already paid your debt” Unable to ignore my groaning stomach, I grabbed two pieces of bacon off the plate for later, earning the smallest of smirks to show up on his face. “Besides, I’m no John Wick, but I can handle it”

That said, I wanted nothing more to do with him. I wanted to stay, I really did, but I wouldn’t. I refused his charity, it made me feel like he was reluctant to help me. Like after all we had been through together, he only saw me as pending business.

I had truly believed that sweet John Wick that comforted me that time was still somewhere in there, that he had a tender side no one knew about and that I had been lucky enough to get a peek of. And when he didn’t think twice to help me, basically saving my life, and healing my wounds and letting me rest in the safety of his home… I thought he was allowing that side of him to shine because of our history and our connection. However, it all crumbled when he said ‘I owed you’.

Finding it too painful to meet with his eyes again, I began walking to the front door. Before I could, though, a hand firmly clasped around my good arm, stopping me in my tracks. John was suddenly very close to me, breathing heavily.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Elizabeth” Were his only words, he knew I was too stubborn to stay. “You’re better than that”

He spoke slowly, wanting every word to sink in. The intensity of his glance only backed up their importance.

I showed him a sad smile, thinking back to a conversation we once had. He thought he knew me better than anyone, and maybe that was the problem. Maybe that was what bothered me so much, the possibility that he did, that he saw through me.

“Maybe I’m not” I broke free from his grasp, sending him an intense glance in return.

I walked to the door with determination, feeling his eyes burning holes in my nape. I opened it and turned around to look at him one last time. My chest tightened thinking that I might never see John again, but things were too complicated to stay.

“Don’t worry, John” I said, stepping outside. “If I get hurt, I won’t be bothering you again”

He tilted his head to the side in some sort of warning, but I continued talking when he opened his mouth to reply, interrupting him before he could start speaking.

“We’re even now, aren’t we?” I bitterly smiled at him, waving goodbye.

“Elizabeth…” John clicked his tongue, taking a few steps forward.

I shut the door loudly, already walking away from the house and noticing an emptiness filling my chest.

“Elizabeth!” I heard him calling me, stubborn, from inside the house. But I was already gone.

[daenyara]

“Friendly Neighbourhood Stakeout”  [MARVEL/B99 CROSSOVER]

Words: 2.2k+

Pairing: Rosa Diaz x f!Cop!reader

Synopsis: you and Rosa ask Spider-Man to help you with an important case, but he decides to help you confess your feelings to her.

Warnings: drug case mentions; Gina being herself; crossover; very Gay™ fluff; Peter Parker playing Cupid.

A/N: This is for @hufflebucky and @sapphirestark  ‘ B99 Challenge. I had the prompt ‘Stakeout’. It’s my first time writing for the B99 fandom but I had to show some love to my fav tv show, especially to my wife Rosa. Thanks again Sara for being amazing and beta reading this <3 

The buzzing sound of chatter and phones ringing filled the Nine-Nine, along with the smell of black coffee and whatever disgusting snack Scully and Hitchcock were munching.

Frowning, Rosa raised her head.

“What the hell, Gina? You just texted me”

“Mh, yeah, Captain Holt wants you in his office”, informed her Gina, not bothering to look away from her phone.

“Couldn’t you just say it? We’re literally three feet apart,” questioned Rosa as she rolled her eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t feel like it. I’m taking a quiz to find out what kind of soup I am”

Rosa’s eyebrows couldn’t possibly get any higher. “But you hate soup”

“Everyone does. Doesn’t mean I don’t get to know the truth”, explained the other woman matter-of-factly.

Rosa slightly shook her head and decided that the conversation wasn’t getting any less lame. She entered the Captain’s office and closed the door behind her, noticing that she wasn’t alone. As Jake greeted her, you flashed her a bright smile, at which she answered with a subtle smirk (the closest thing to a smile that you could ever get out of Rosa Diaz).

“Detective Diaz. Here you are”, said Captain Holt with his usual lack of enthusiasm.

“Wanted to see me, Captain?”

Holt gestured her to take a seat. “Yes. We need to discuss the vigilante situation.” The man sighed while pronouncing the last two words.

“This is so cool!”, blurted out Jake before he could stop himself. He had a childish grin plastered on his face and his eyes were twinkling in excitement.

You elbowed him. “Jake, get a hold of yourself”

Holt, on the other hand, knew Jake way too well. to “Peralta, this is serious. There has been an increasing number of cases where some random whackadoodle took matters in his own hands and made himself justice.”

Jake scoffed, raising a finger to make a point.

“Uh, first of all, Captain- ya sexist. Women can be whackadoodles too, you know? Hashtag girl power.”

Rosa shook her head. “Jake”

“Too much? Sorry. Anyways, they’re not all bad! Alright, Daredevil and that Punisher guy are definitely scary. But what about Spider-Man? He’s super cool!”

Holt scoffed disdainfully. “Is Spider-Man the one with the red and blue tights?”

“It’s a super suit, and what’s wrong with red and blue? They’re like, prime colours!”, exclaimed Jake in disbelief.

“Don’t you mean ‘primary’?” You cocked an eyebrow, but Jake shrugged.

“Ugh, whatever. Rosa, tell the Captain that Spider-Man is a good guy. You’ve met him, right?”

“Yes. He’s a dumdum”, she deadpanned, but it was too late. The fact that she had met Spider-Man had already caught your attention.

Your eyes widened as you turned to face her. “Wait, you’ve met Spider-Man?! How? When?”

“I was arresting a perp, a few days ago, and he ran. He was getting away when…” Rosa pursed her lips, clearly displeased with what she had to confess.

“When…?” you pressed, the curiosity taking over you.

She huffed. “Spider-Man webbed him up. That perp would’ve gotten away if it wasn’t for the dumdum.” You were impressed. Having known Rosa for years, you knew how hard it was for her to admit she needed help.

“So, he helped you,” concluded Jake stressing the words, triumph all over his face.

“Yes, that’s what I’ve just said”, hissed Rosa through gritted teeth, and you briefly stroked her back to calm her down. She took a deep breath and added: “Also, he said that if we ever need his help he’s willing to collaborate with us”

Jake jumped on his feet, howling. “That’s perfect! We should do that, we have that huge drug case going on and we could use the help! Wait, how do we call Spider-Man? Should we project a giant web in the sky? Also, do you think Spider-Man likes Die Hard?”

At that point, he was pretty much ranting.

“That is enough out of you, Peralta. Calm down,” commanded the Captain in a stern tone. He seemed thoughtful for a moment, then he spoke again. “However, it is true that we could use some help. And maybe working together with him will show the other vigilantes that there’s no need to ignore the law.”

“Oh my God, are you saying what I think you’re saying?!”, shrieked Jake, and this time Rosa punched him in the shoulder to shut him up.

Captain Holt addressed you. “Y/L/N, you distrust these vigilantes as much as I do. What do you think?”

You bit down your lip, pensive. “Honestly, Captain? I’m with Jake on this one. Spider-Man isn’t like the others. I think he’s just trying to help whenever he can. It’s just a hunch, but I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

Holt pondered on your words. “Very well. Diaz, you’re the only one who met him. Do you think we should trust this - I cannot believe I’m saying this - superhero?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, before glancing at you. “He seems okay. I’m not good with trusting people… but I trust Y/N. If she thinks he can help, she’s probably right.” She was giving you a half smile and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Alright, you convinced me,” nodded Holt. “Diaz, Y/L/N, arrange a meeting with him and discuss the details of the case with him. Peralta, you’re out.”

The whole precinct could hear Jake’s protest. “WHAT?!”

“You are way too emotionally invested in this Spider-Man guy. You’re crying, right now,” scoffed Holt, pointing at Jake’s disappointed grimace.

“Okay, fair enough”, grumbled Jake. “Rosa, ask him if he likes Die Hard!”

“I won’t.”

As you left the room you gave him a sympathetic smile, even though you were rejoicing inside. You could never get tired of working a case with Rosa, and you were happy for every change you got to spend more time with her.

*****

“This is amazing! So official”

You turned to see Spider-Man leafing through the case files. “Hey, don’t touch anything! I don’t need that sticky stuff all over my files.”

Despite your worries, it was pretty easy to find him. And it was even easier to convince him to help you - he had already accepted before you had even explained the case to him. It was safe to say that he was aggressively happy to help you with a big drug bust. So here you were, closed in a carefully selected New York apartment together with a renown superhero, waiting for Rosa’s signal to barge into the perps’ hideout.

“Copy that, sorry,” he apologized, scratching the back of his head. “Hey, where’s detective Diaz? I mean, I’m not complaining- she already threatened me twice and I’m terrified of her. But I thought you were working the case together.”

You nodded. “We are. She’s in the other building with the Task Force. Initially, she didn’t want me alone with you,” you admitted with a chuckle, “but I insisted I could handle it.”

He stayed silent for a moment. “Are you afraid of me?”

“I saw a video on YouTube of you literally lifting a car with your bare hands, but no. Oddly enough, I trust you,” you said with a chuckle. “I’m sure you’re a good kid”

“I’m not a kid!” he blurted out, and despite the mask, you could tell he was embarrassed. “I’m- I’m a man.”

You let out a heartfelt laugh and patted him on the back. “Sure you are, boss.”

He was about to retort when your phone rang. Your eyes lit up when you read the name on the screen.

“Hey. Everything okay?” immediately asked Rosa when you pick up.

“Yeah, we’re good. We got eyes on the back of the building and all the exits are covered. Relax, I’ve already told Captain Holt that we’re ready, your task force will do great.”

“I know. I just wanted to make sure you’re safe”

Her tone was casual, but nonetheless, you were surprised to hear something like that coming from her. “Since when does Rosa Diaz worry?” you teased, but when she didn’t answer you smiled. “I’m fine, I promise,” you reassured her softly. You could’ve sworn you heard her sighing.

“Okay. Keep the radio close and wait for the signal. Bye”

As soon as you ended the call you turned up the volume of your walkie-talkie. Spider-Man was staring at you in silence.

“Are you guys together?” he asked after a while, and you suddenly felt your face burning.

“W-who?”

“You and detective Diaz.”

You gave him an incredulous look. “Why would you say that?!”

“I don’t know! You seem close, I just assumed- Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” he rushed to add when he saw your mortified expression, but you shook your head.

“No, you didn’t, don’t stress about it. I’m sorry I got defensive,” you exhaled sharply, trying to find the right words. “Rosa and I are just colleagues. Well, friends.”

“But you like her, don’t you?”

You drew your brows together, gazing at him. “What, are you a telepath or something?”

“No, but you kinda just confirmed my theory,” he chuckled, making you roll your eyes.

“Whatever”

“She likes you,” he added with a shrug. You scoffed, at which he insisted. “She does! She’s super aggressive with everyone except you, and she gets super nervous around you.”

Now you were utterly curious. “How can you tell that?”

“Super-hearing,” he explained. “Her breath changes, her heartbeat accelerates… Of course, she could simply be angry at me.” You giggled at the small hint of doubt in his voice. “But I think it’s because she likes you and she’s not very good at emotions.”

You thought about what he had just said. “That was surprisingly insightful,” you praised with a smirk, grabbing a fresh Coke from the mini fridge and throwing it at him.

“Thanks,” he chuckled.

After a moment you spoke again. “You know, I’m an accomplished detective from the NYPD. And I’m pretty sure you’re a teenager. I have no idea why I’m discussing my dating life with you, it’s weird.”

This time he didn’t even bother correcting you about his age. He simply sipped his Coke, grinning. “We’re not discussing. I’m just pointing out the obvious. She’s scary and badass, you’re kind and badass… I think you'd make a super cool couple.”

You beamed at his statement, and at that moment an idea popped into your head.

“I’ll tell you what. If you help us make this bust without letting any of the perps get away, I’ll ask her out.”

He was just about to shake your hand when a loud voice came from the radio.

“NOW! GO, GO, GO!”

*****

Saying that the bust had been a success would’ve been an understatement. You had confiscated all the drugs and arrested everyone involved. When the task force had made its entrance some of the perps had tried to escape, but luckily you had Spider-Man on your side and catching them had been almost too easy.

“Good job, dummy,” smirked Rosa, giving him what she considered a friendly punch on the shoulder.

“Ouch… Thanks,” he chuckled nervously, and you snorted in amusement.

You looked at him. “I guess that’s it, then.”

He smiled in return and shook your hand. “Don’t forget, we’ve caught all the criminals,” he whispered in your ear. You blushed slightly but nodded. A deal was a deal.

“I know, I know… Take care of yourself, Spider-Man.”

“You too. Hey, if you guys need help some other time let me know!”

“Oh, wait,” you shouted as he was about to leave. “Do you like Die Hard?”

Spider-Man tilted his head in confusion. “What, the old movie? I’ve never seen it.”

And with that, he was gone.

“I’m telling Jake that Spider-Man loves Die Hard,” you announced, and Rosa snorted.

“Good plan.” She looked over at the men you had just arrested, who were still covered in synthetic webs, and smiled. “Guess he’s not so bad, after all.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” you agreed. You took a deep breath, nervously chewing your bottom lip. “Listen, Rosa, there’s something I need to ask y-”

Your sentence was cut off by Rosa’s lips gently pressed against yours, gliding over each other slowly and smoothly. You could taste her lipstick in your mouth, but you didn’t care. You grabbed her leather jacket, pulling her closer, as she dug her fingers into your hair.

When you interrupted the kiss to give her a questioning look, she grinned.

“You must’ve turned on the speaker, before. I heard your whole conversation.”

“Oh, God…”, you muttered to yourself as you covered your face in embarrassment. But after all, your mistake had led to something good. Still out of breath for the kiss, you looked at Rosa with affection as you laced your fingers together with hers. “Well then, can I buy you a beer, Detective Diaz?”

She left another quick peck on the corner of your mouth and winked. “Sounds dope, Detective Y/L/N.”

[marshmallow-fireside-keith]

@electricprincess888 asked for a sequel. Merry Holidays <3 to you and everyone reading. You’ve all given me a place I belond. This fandom is a family to me. No matter any disagreements, I have nothing but love for y’all. Thanks for this fantastic year and have a blessed set of end-of-year holidays, fam.

Part one (minus the spaces): http s://marshmallow-fireside-keith. tumblr.com/post/181383762650/shiro-cant-wrap-for-shit-good-lord-does-he-try

Mild N.ot S.traight F.ucking W.ater

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”Here, you first, Big Guy,” Keith’s eyes are reflecting the sparkles of the lights strung around the tree, a flat, oblong package large in his small hands, he never quite grew as much as he’d hoped, ”So, there’s- it’s a, uh, long story.”

Shiro leans in to take the package and leaves a firm kiss atop Keith’s head. The two sit down. He works quick on the wrapping paper and peels off the lid to the box beneath it. In it is a fuzzy scarf that looks like, ”Is this cashmere?” He removes it gingerly, letting the rest of the box tumble to the floor. He’d know that feeling anywhere, ”My mom had-”

”-a coat made of cashmere. Passed down the Shirogane matriach?” The lights twinkle off Keith’s smiles.

”I- When did I tell you that?”

He winks.

”Ok, I’ll bite, then. What’s the story?”

Keith launches into the tale. When he’d visited his mom in Korea earlier that year they’d gone hiking together. On the trail they ran into an elderly woman who recognized Keith, ”It was so strange,” he recounts, but the woman told him that she’d purchased one of his paintings. ”I looked over at mom and she reminded me that I’d sent her some pieces to sell,” he continues a bit tangentially about going back to the woman’s house and how the house was decorated. Shiro laughs quiet.

”So, it turns out, she’s a crafter and she just had this cashmere lying around that she had always meant to use but, yknow, never found the time,” Shiro loves this man. His man, hopefully. But there’s only so much he can listen to at any one time. Besides that the nerves are starting to buzz all over his body. ”-And so she helped me knit this for you. Uh, anyways. That’s my gift. Hope you like it.”

”I love it, thank you,” he gently pulls Keith towards him and rests their foreheads together. He hums and closes his eyes, ”I love you.” He’s faced monsters before but he’s never felt the kind of terror he feels in that moment. Their house is cool, the morning cooler, but sweat is gathering at his brow. His hands are trembling. The next few moments are a risk, one he’s fought himself over taking, but the elation of hearing, ”Yes,” and later, ”I do,” are too sweet, too tempting, for Shiro to never take the leap.

”You’re scaring me here, Muscles.”

He wants to say something reassuring but his throat feels like he’d used the scarf to strangle himself. He’s really glad that the tag has a joke.

Keith snorts as he reads it, ”Ok, Space Dad. You’re a two-for-one special, Daddy.”

If all goes well he’s gonna have Keith screaming that last word as Shiro shoves him down into the mattress and gives him a good pounding. Something something about Keith being a naughty boy this year. But that’s if he says yes.

Oh God, please say yes.

He can forgo the sex- Well, no. That’s not true. Sex with Keith is wonderful and tender and stupid. It’s laughing at accidental farting. It’s making silly noises. It’s the occassional cry because it’s so good. And the occassional cry because it’s just that everything else is bad, but don’t stop, please, I need this. It’s the sweet snuggles afterwards when they’re both spent and all they can do is enjoy each other’s body heat in the quiet of their room. It’s certainely part of it.

”Calm down, I’ll unwrap *that* present later,” he smiles all smarmy like, ”Daddy.” Keith unfolds the paper at the tape.

Whether or not he means to, the pace is driving Shiro nuts. One part of him is imagining how handsome Keith will look in his white tux. His hair will be groomed back into a ponytail and it will be the one time anyone sees Keith look neat and tidy. His cheeks will glow pink after they enjoy a glass of the champagne. Damned Asian Glow. Damned if it won’t look beautiful on Keith.

Keith snorts as he opens the first box, ”I’ve always wanted a box.”

They’ll approach Allura. They’ll tell the queen how honored they’d be to have her as the surrogate to their child. Well and truly. Whomever their kid becomes they’ll be strong and compassionate, loyal and humble, and, just like their mom, a gift to anyone that knows them.

”And another box?” Keith turns the package over and over, nose crinkled, as he inspects it.

They’ll grow old together.

Keith pries it open to reveal another box.

Shiro will stay strong and fit to help Keith, even in their golden years. Even though Keith has been and will always be stronger whether he’ll show it or not.

”Ok, dude, it was funny the first few boxes. This is- it’s getting really small. Is there anything even in it?” He huffs.

Shiro’s surprised by Keith’s patience thus far. But it’s held out as long as it’s needed to.

Keith opens one more and inside is the ring box. He goes quiet. He looks to Shiro and then away.

It’s hard to convince his voice to work so it comes out somewhat raspy, ”Keith, I- All this time. You’ve been here for me all this time. Through everything. You’ve been here. I- I love kissing you in the mornings, even with morning breath. And I laugh when you fart during sex-” Fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s fucking this up, ”-uhm, I mean. You know. I also fart. It’s ok to- Fuck. Shit. Keith will you marry me?”

Keith’s head is tucked forward and his bangs are shielding his face. His shoulders are shaking. When he looks up, there’s tears running soft down his cheeks. He’s laughing, then he’s sobbing, then he’s laughing again.

Shiro can’t move.

”You-” he sniffs, ”- are so dumb. I fucking love you. I love you and your stupid fucking farts and your horrid breath in the morning. I- Fuck- Shiro, yes. I should be asking you that. I’m the one who should be worried and unsure. Marry me, Shiro.”

Keith throws himself at Shiro.

They weep. And weep. And weep. Shiro can’t tell what the wetness on his face is, tears or snot, much less who it came from. But it’s wonderful and beautiful and if this is the price to marrying Keith than he’ll gladly take a face full of the man’s snot.

”Come on, Daddy. Let’s go get cleaned up. I still have a present to unwrap.”

Damned if that hand doesn’t look so much better around him with that ring on it.

[lovova]

The Fallen’s Motive

Yo, so, I'm going to start this by saying that, obviously, the below theory is wrong. It's the sort of thing you think of when you're thinking about a game for waaaaay too long. Toby is a triumph when it comes to game design and integrating it into lore, but I thoroughly believe that the Fallen Child is at best a metaphor on video game cruelty potential or at worst some in-narrative dude who wants your soul for evils.

With that cleared up, I have an...alternative character interpretation. For what happens at the end of Genocide.

A ‘for funsies’ theory. Don’t take it too seriously ;) I just thought it was cool.

Okay. So...

First of all, we have to go in with the mindset that Undertale, ultimately, doesn't want to be played.

Like, if the game itself was an entity, and all the characters inside of it were just aspects of that entity, Undertale would be screaming 'STOP TOUCHING ME' at us pretty much all the time. This is understandable, as with the lone exception of True Pacifist, pretty much every time we interact with its characters, we make their lives considerably worst. Even in the BEST neutral ending we can get, we've left the Underground and its people -literally- suicidely depressed, if the fandoms interpretation of 'Falling Down' is correct. If you take away the True Pacifist ending, everyone inside of the game is one hundred percent better off without us ever actually playing it.

So.

With this in mind, lets look at the situation Undertale, as an entity, finds itself in. We've turned the thing on. We've already started, and by god, 90% of the players are GOING to finish it. Okay. So the game gives you every reason in the world to eventually pick the True Pacifist ending (the ONLY ending where ANYONE is happy. As I said, there is no long lasting happiness in any nuetral ending. The underground is doomed the second they lose those six souls, along with the only authority figure both capable of and willing to harvest them. Its TRUE PACIFIST or BUST.). True Pacifist is easily the most fun, with the most content, and is arguably EASIER then every other ending (once your permanently on the true pacifist route, it is impossible to lose, after all). The game WANTS the true pacifist ending, and is willing to hand everything to you to get it.

Ah, but...DETERMINATION.

I don't want to go into the 'morality' of the genocide run. A game is a game and fiction is fiction, and its only when you forget or blur that does a majority of our real world, actual problems occur. So much true, lethal suffering over compelling narratives...but I digress. Regardless of any real world implications, it can be agreed by pretty much everyone that if Undertale itself is viewed as an entity fighting for the happiness of its characters, then it does NOT want us to play Genocide. It puts up SO MANY FUCKING ROADBLOCKS.

Need to hit that number of kills to move onto the next area? Good luck, random encounters just became WAY MORE RARE. Want to entertain yourself while doing it? Better have some background music somewhere, because Undertale is taking away its soundtrack, a majority of its flavor text, and its puzzles. Are you doing it for more information on the lore? Sure, fine, but you better be ready to wait until the end of the game to get it. The game goes out of its way to make itself not fun to play.

Ah, but....DETERMINATION.

So, your gonna keep going? Fine. Thats where the boss monsters come in.

(if you're thinking this is a little long for a character analysis theory, please bear with me.  I genuinely feel like the information I'm putting forward is necessary to understand the theory. I don’t mean to waste anyone’s time.)

There are three 'stages', when it comes to boss monsters and Undertales attempts to stop you from ending on a Genocide run (did you catch the vocab word for the day in that sentence? It’s important. Don’t worry, I'll fill you in later): they go as follows: Regret. Rage. Trick.

Regret: the first two boss monsters, (as in monsters who are bosses, not race types) are the two characters in the game that the softest of players would most wringe their hands over killing. Toriel is Goatmom, and like any mom, holy SHIT does that woman know how to guilt trip you, even to her very last breath. But lets be honest, most of us killed her by accident already once before. You'll move on. Specifically you'll move on past her, ready to face the run, but then, hahahaha, FUCKING PAPYRUS. Papyrus is when you really make the choice to do it, because unlike every monster that came before him, where you might have desensitized yourself by killing them by accident anyway, you cannot kill Paps by accident. Even in neutral runs, you get that health bar low enough, and Paps will ask you for mercy by sparing you before he can die. It is ALWAYS a choice to kill Papyrus. And because of that, his death might fill you with more regret then any other. Because unlike every other character, theres no real good way to justify it.

But ya kill him too. So, onto stage 2.

Stage 2 is Undyne and Sans. What? Did you think Sans was stage three? Nah dude. (btw, Muffet and Mettaton arent really a part of the stages when it comes to Genocide, because while they're great characters, neither of them inspire the same regret or the same rage as Undyne and Sans) Do I even have to explain it? Even if you havnt played the Genocide run yourself, chances are you've watched someone do it: Both the Heroine and the Judge are MASSIVELY difficult to beat (Undynes attempts at killing you are often forgotten when in reference to Genocide due to the sheer nightmare Sans was to beat, but there is no doubt in my mind that plenty of players quit once they tried to take on Undyne. She is HARD). The only real difference between Undyne and Sans is that Undyne, as a character, thinks it possible to win, and Sans, as a character, knows that a rage-quit is the true goal of his fight. Either way,  both fights were designed to compel you to stop.

Ah, but...well, you know.

You move on.

So...what's the third?

Ha.

Haha.

Think about it.

I mean, really, really think about it. From a character perception. From the games perception. Take away the metaphor. Take away the soul thing. What, exactly, did this character accomplish, in regards to us?

This bitch.

This FUCKING ASSHOLE...

They turned off our game.

That was their first step. They made it allll blank. You don't wanna play nice? Fine. You don't get to play. Theres no more content. Quit.

QUIT.

But ya don’t quit.

See, cause thats not the trick though. Anyone who got through the genocide run isn't a quitter. The game knows that. The Fallen knows that.

So, wait ten minutes and...oh?

Do you want more content? My oh so DETERMINED player? Would you like to see the true, TRUE end?

My goodness =) alright then. But if you want to see it, if you REALLY wanna see the FINAL bit of content the game has to offer you,  DETERMINED player...

...Do you see it now?

Do you get it?

(Do you remember todays vocab word? The vocab word is 'ending'. As in the final stop if you're really, really riding this ride all the way down.)

YOU GO BACK AND GIVE THE CHARACTERS THEIR DAMN TRUE PACIFIST ENDING.

Ha.

The Fallen child puts you in a situation where, more or less, the game gets what it wants. At worst, it wants you to stop playing. To leave it alone. But if you're the type of player that will sit and let the game blankly play for ten minutes, relentlessly DETERMINED even when NOTHING is there? Oh. Okay. If you really, REALLY wanna the last possible bit, best go do that True Pacifist ending again. Its the oooonnnnly way =)

The trick is stage three, and that stage uses your DETERMINATION against you. It knows that you really only want one thing (to see every interesting ending) and it dangles that desire in front of you like a carrot. And if you fall for that trick?

Then everyone is saved.

The underground goes free! The game stops being played! The player is satisfied!

The fallen child has saved the day!

Hurray!

“But Lovova!” You probably shout. “Thats not the best ending!! Everyone isn’t happy! The Fallen goes on to kill everyone! “

oh?

do they?

W H E R E!?

S H OW  M E  T H E  B L O O D.  P R E S E N T  T H E  D U S T.  L E T S   S E E  T H E  B O D I E S.

P R O V E  I T.

What? You can't? You just saw scary red eyes and a messed up photograph?

Ha. Haha.

S U C K E R =)

[miss-louisa-may]

The Fangirl Next Door|| Part One

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard X Reader

Warnings: none, just excessive riverdale references

Finn's P.O.V

I looked out my window as my new neighbors entered the house. There was a girl who looked my age, and her parents. I wonder who'll get the room with the window across from mine? My question is answered as the teen girl opener the door with a bunch of boxes. She looks up at the window and I quickly duck down before she sees me.

I continue to watch out the window, but I keep my head low. She has a box on her bed, labeled "fandom stuff". It's open, and she starts pulling things out. The first things looks like a poster. When she unrolls it, I smirk a bit. It's a Stranger Things poster. Our new neighbor is a Stranger Things fan. Then she faces the window and I see that she's wearing an It t-shirt.

"Finn! We're going over to meet the new neighbors!"

This should be fun

~~~~

My mom rang the doorbell, and it was opened a minute later by, who I guessed was, the girl's mom. She had an odd look on her face for a second, but it changed to a smile.

"Betty, Y/n! The neighbors have come over!"

I hear two sets of footsteps from upstairs, and a blonde woman comes downstairs, followed by a h/c haired girl. The fangirl.

She stops in her tracks, and her eyes widened. I can see her containing her excitement as her moms invite us in. Her moms take us into the living room, and we begin introducing ourselves.

"Hello, I'm Betty, and this is Veronica. And this is our daughter, Y/n."

The girl, Y/n, nodded and waved a bit. Every few seconds she'd glance awkwardly at me, and then the floor.

"Y/n. Why don't you and Finn go up to your room and get to know each other?" Her head jolted up, and she began to protest.

"N-no, it's fine, t-that m-"

"It's okay, we can go to your room. I'll help you unpack."

Her moms almost had to push her out of the room. Y/n was hesitant to open her door, but when she did, I saw that her walls were covered in It and Stranger Things posters, and pictures of the casts from both things. Which meant that my new neighbor had photos of me on her wall.

"I-i'm sorry. T-this is p-p-probably really w-weird to y-you."

I shook my head. "Don't worry, I've seen stranger things."

She laughed a bit, but quickly went silent again. I noticed that every time she looked at me, she'd immediately turn to the floor. "S-sorry I'm being s-s-so awkward. It's n-not everyday that y-you have the F-Finn Wolfhard in y-your bedroom."

~~~~

A couple of hours later, Y/n felt a bit more comfortable around me. Then my mom came and told me we were heading home. Later that night, I was messaging the It cast group chat about Y/n when I noticed said girl sitting on her bed, which was next to her window.

I decided to send them a secret photo of her. I quickly snapped one, and sent it. Right after I put my phone down, Y/n looked up and we made eye contact. She waved slightly, and I waved back. My phone buzzed, and I saw messages from the group chat.

Jack: woah she's really pretty

Wyatt: i agree with jack

Me: Yah she is

Jeremy: don't tell me you like her already

Finn: no we only met today. I'm just saying that I think she's pretty

Jaeden: i bet that in one or two weeks you'll fall for her

Sophia: me too

Chosen: me three

Jeremy: me four

Jack: nah it'll be less than a week

Wyatt: ^^^

~~~~

Five days after I met Y/n, I decided to give her a tour of the town. Well,  my tour of the town. When I knocked on the door, one of her moms opened it.

"Hi, Mrs. Cooper-Lodge. Is Y/n home?"

"Yes, why?"

"I wanted to give her a tour of the town."

"Okay, I'll go get her."

A couple of seconds later, Y/n came down the stairs, wearing another It shirt and a strange, pointy hat-beanie thing.

"Hey, Finn." She grabbed her keys, kissed her mom on the cheek and shut the door behind her.

"Interesting hat. Where'd you get it?"

"From one of my mom's old friends from our old town."

I brought Y/n around town, showed her the best places to go, places she should avoid and my favourite places. We ended up at the park, with ice cream.

"Thanks for showing me around, Finn."

"No problem!"

"It still feels kinda weird to be neighbors with my favourite person." She laughed, and I laughed too.

"I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"Really? I doubt it."

We noticed that the sky was getting dark. We finished our ice cream, and started walking home. We were still eight blocks away from out houses when the rain started pouring down. Y/n's first instinct was to take her hat off and shield it from the rain. I gave her a strange look, as she put the hat in a pocket inside her jacket.

"What? It's... special to me. Now, we should find somewhere to go until the rain lets up."

I spotted a small shop not too far away from where we were. "Y/n! Over there."

We ran to the shop, trying as hard as possible to stay dry. The shopkeeper came out from the back and gave us a weird look. "What are ya doin' in 'ere? Odd place for a couple o' teens?"

Y/n pointed out the window, and the man nodded in understandment. "Well, you can stay 'ere til the rain lets up. Do you wanna call yer parents? Let 'em know where ya are?"

Y/n nodded, and the shopkeeper led us to the phone.

"Hi, mom. Sorry I'm not home. Finn and I got caught in the rain. We found a shop to stay dry in though. I'll be home as soon as I can."

I could the muffled voice of her mom on the other side of the phone.

"Okay. Bye, mom. Love you." She handed the phone to me, and I started dialing my home number.

"Hey, dad. Yeah, we're caught in the rain. I'll be home soon though. Yes, Y/n is with me. Okay bye." I hung up, and thanked the shop keeper.

"Do you want anything to eat, kiddos? I've got spaghetti cooking if you want to join me."

Y/n smiled, and we followed him out the back of the shop.

~~~~

Two hours and one meal of spaghetti later, the rain stopped. Y/n thanked the shopkeeper for everything, and we left. The walk home was somewhat quiet. Y/n had put her hat back on, and I was messaging everyone on the group chat about our adventure with the shopkeeper.

Jack: have you fallen for her yet

Finn: stop jack stop

Jack: never

y/s/n will be unsinkable

Me: y/s/n??

Jaeden: it's his stupid ship name for you and y/n

"Who are you messaging?"

"Oh! Uh, just this group chat. With the rest of the losers club."

"That's so cool!"

I saw our houses in the distance, and shut off my phone. Y/n unlocked the door with her keys, waved goodbye, and shut the door.

~~~~

"Stop staring at me through the window" was what Y/n had written on a piece of paper. There was a smiley face at the end of the message, which meant that it wasn't meant to be taken in a rude way.

I found a notebook and scribbled down a message to her. "No. You're too interesting."

I could see her laughing while writing another message. "I'm not that interesting!"

This went on for a while, until Y/n jumped up from her bed and ran out her door. I guess her parents called her down for some reason. She returned later, but by that time, I had fallen asleep.

~~~~

When I woke up, I saw that Y/n wasn't in her room.

"Hey Fi- oh did I wake you?"

Y/n was standing in my door way. Her eyes widened. I looked down and immediately covered my bare chest.

"Holy shit..." Y/n whispered to herself, her face heating up.

"I'll leave. Just get dressed. We're going to the cinema." She closed my door, and I quickly through on some clothes. I opened my door quickly, causing Y/n to stumble back.

"Oh, sorry! Were you leaning against the door?"

"Yeah."

"What movie are we seeing?"

"Murder On The Orient Express."

"Cool."

~~~~

As we walked out of the cinema, Y/n was in a heated discussion about the movie. I think she was talking to me, but I was distracted. Iwas distracted by Y/n. She was really cute when she talked about something she was passionate about.

"-inn! Finn! Are you even listening?"

"No, I wasn't. Sorry. I got distracted."

She sighed, but laughed. "You always get so distracted when I'm around. Don't tell me you're falling for me so soon."

She had said that last part in a jokey voice, but it made me think. Was I falling for her? No. Finn, you've known her for six days. I didn't realise I had frozen and gone silent until Y/n started shaking me.

"Finn? Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Do you want to grab lunch?"

[yesyunniechan]

Detective Conan File 1004 [Japanese to English Translation]

Finally, the 1004 that exploded the fandom!

There's something he wants to ensure while he's still Shinichi...

[The next day]

A: Anyway...

A: Since we found another cipher on Ihaya-san's body yesterday... 

A: The criminal is probably still plannin' to kill one of ya!

A: That's why, until the check-out... ya ought to stay put inside yer respective rooms, okay?

Ag: O-okay...

A: Just to be on the safe side, we'll put a police guard next to yer room...

M: Got it!

H: Oi, Kudo, is yer body OK?

S: Yeah, kinda... I drank the medicine late this morning...

Se: Medicine?

Se: What medicine?

S: T-the cold one...

M: What a terrible grave-visiting it turned out to be...

Ag: Yeah... we weren't able to visit Dekuri's grave after all...

K: Well, we can always do that next time...

[Shinichi drank the antidote for a third time. And the case is...]

K: A dream?

K: So that's a dream of yours, Dekuri-kun!

D: Yeah! To see that line, 'Original Manga: Dekuri Michio', on the big screen...

D: Really? You'll really put my name in the credits?

M: Of course! The manga is originally yours, after all!

D: I regret it all the time... I was so frustrated that that graduation project had turned out to be so super awesome, that I spoke without thinking back then...

D: Sorry...

A: Oi, what's up, Dekuri?

A: The preview room will close soon!

D: How weird...

D: No matter how long I waited, my name didn't show up...

P: Hm? Where are ya goin'?

M: T-the restroom... The one in my room is in bad condition...

M: So I decided to use the one in the lobby... I'll come back right away...

M: To Kiyomizu temple...

A: Yes, hello?

M: Oi, Agata, how long should I wait for you?!

A: Wait for me? What are you talking about?

M: Didn’t you just send me an email?

M: "I'm the one that killed Nishiki and Ihaya... There’s something I want to talk about before I'm arrested by the police, come to the Kiyomizu temple's stage...'

A: What? Such message isn’t possible! Did you check the address?

M: Address says "Chestnut@"... 

A: Chestnut... Isn't that Dekuri's address?

M: Eh?

[I'm the one that sent you that e-mail...]

M: Eh?!

[Dekuri...]

M: T-that's not possible!! 

M: Aren't you dea...

[I came back from the afterworld to settle the score...]

[You tricked me...]

[I won't forgive you...]

[I won't forgive you!]

[I won't forgive you!!]

M: N-no... Y-your name... Really...

M: Eh?

A: Make sure you apologize to Dekuri properly...

A: In the afterlife!!

A: W-what?! 

S: The height of this stage is around 12 m...

S: So if we prepare the air mattress beforehand...

S: Then his destination won't be...

S: The afterlife... Agata Riki-san?

A: W-why are you here?!

A: Y-you managed to solve the cipher?

S: Yeah... the hint was the white cross, which was constructed using those black squares at the beginning of the cipher...

S: It represented Kyoto's wards and the kanji were parts of Kyoto streets' names...

S: The placement of the kanji signified which ward the street belonged to and how to read those kanjis!

S: Using this method, the start of the cipher Nishiki-san received is...

S: Kamigyoku's Kontakacho's "kon"!

S: Nakagyoku's Tourouyamacho's "rou"!

S: Kamigyoku's Sujikaibashicho's "suji"!

S: Ukyoku's Adashino's "no"!

S: Sakyoku's Kamihatecho's "hate"!

S: If we only read the first syllables of those kanjis...

S: "Ko Ro Su No Ha"... Which means "Korosu no wa... (I will kill)...

H: And the reversed "saki" kanji...

H: Signified Nakagyoku's Pontocho.... But since it was reversed, it was "Npo", and only the "n" was supposed to be read...

H: And so the first cipher is "I will kill three people...

H: The first one is the scriptwriter"!

Se: And if we check the second cipher, found in Nishiki-san's pocket...

Se: "I will kill two more, next one is the lead role"...

Se: While the third cipher, which was in Ihaya-san's pocket...

Se: "I will kill one more. At the end, I will fall from the stage"...

Se: Well, after making it look like Mayama-san commited suicide by leaping to his death...

Se: You planned on saying that you'd figured out the means by which to read this cipher...

Se:You'd intended to make the third cipher Mayama-san's suicide note...

Se: Since you noted the suicide spot, we were able to prepare for it!

A: A-a curse...

A: I was trapped under a curse that made me do all of this!!

A: You saw it for yourself, didn't you?! The ceiling in Nishiki's room! A human can't possibly do that in less than 10 minu...

S: Magnetic notes! Nishiki-san used them during the remaking of the script, so you likely used those, right?

S: With enough static electricity, those notes would stick to any wall without the use of any glue...

S: You first stayed in this room a day ago, drew all the bloody splatters and footprints on the ceiling, and let it all dry...

S: You then covered it with those notes you placed on the ceiling... 

S: Of course, you didn't forget to reserve this smoking room the next day too...

S: But at the same time you reserved all smoking rooms...

S: And if you cancel the room with the paint in the middle of Nishiki-san's call... Nishiki-san is able to reserve this room!

S: Then, after stabbing Nishiki-san, you removed the notes from the ceiling with some sort of pole... 

S: And mixed the notes in with the script, thus tricking us...

S: While you used a syringe to take Nishiki-san's blood and then spray it in the middle of what looked like the blood splatter on the ceiling, right? 

A: T-then the tengu?

A: That huge tengu that suddenly appeared in my room and then burnt and disappeared...

A: What was that all about?!

H: When everyone wanted to help Dekuri-san with his manga, ya were the only one of any use, because ya had some artistic talent... so a handy guy like ya coulda made it, dontcha think?

H: With flash paper...

H: That huge tengu...

H: Since flash paper is light, ya stuck it to the celing with some glue...

H: And since ya painted it with markers that contained alcohol... Once the cigarette's fire touched it, it burnt up in the blink of an eye!!

S: The evidence supporting this are the 3 cm sized burn marks... 3 cm means that you had started smoking it just right before throwing  it at the tengu....

S: So you basically must've lit up your cigarette the moment you screamed and the bellboy opened that door for us...

S: Could a person who's supposedly being terrorized by a tengu really afford to waste that much time?

Se: What's more, you put those traces on that inuyarai the night before....

Se: And then covered it up with another inuyarai, which was one size bigger, right?

Se: Then, after committing the crime, you removed that inuyarai to reveal some traces... 

Se: And then put that one over the inuyarai of a different restaurant...

Se: We were able to find a lot of things under that one...

Se: The murder weapon, the raingear used to avoid blood splatters...

Se: I bet you wanted to wipe off your fingerprints and make it look like the crime had been committed by Mayama-san...

A: W-what are you saying?!

A: You saw it too, right? Mayama wanted to climb over the railing himself!!

I bet he was also possessed by something!!

H: Looks like there are transparent magnetic notes with red foorprints drawn on'em...

H: And ya covered that up with layers of notes that are colored like the wooden floor...

H: Ya attached a thin fiber thread to those notes and tore 'em off sheet by sheet...

H: So that it looked like Mayama-san had the bloody footprints approachin' him...

S: On top of that, only Mayama-san could hear that dreadful voice, because you used that directional speaker...

S: No wonder he tried so hard to escape it...

[I won't forgive you...]

S: Let's see... You were planning to retrieve those notes and this speaker amidst the fuss that the suicide would cause...

S: So it should still have your fingerprints...

A: Shit!!

A: Out of the way, brats!!

A: Eh?

A: Ehh?!

Ay: My apologies, but in order to lower yer guard...

Ay: The Kyoto prefectural police  had been asked to wear their old uniforms and pretend to be a group of students on a school trip...

A: Shit... shit...

H: What I still don't understand though... Why'd ya put two lumps on all the dead bodies?

A: Kobutori-jiisan...

A: When the bad jii-san tried to imitate the good jii-san, and invoked the wrath of a tengu... he put two lumps on him...

A: Well, when I saw Keiko fall during the shooting and growing a lump...

A: I came up with this plan for the murder...

Se: So the motive was that that Dekuri guy's name was not in the credits after all?

A: Yeah! Dekuri was sitting there in the preview room dumbfounded... And when I told those three who were at the celebration party, they laughed and said this...!!

I: Really? He was that surprised?

M: We did it!

N: What a great success!

S: But wasn't that an accident?

A: I was bewildered when I asked the staff afterwards...

A: They didn't remove anybody's name, and just fixed the spacing...

A: That means that those fuckers weren't even planning on putting Dekuri's name there... And called Dekuri to the screening room just to ridicule him!!

K: You're wrong, Agata-kun!!

K: They shouldn't have fixed that space!!

A: Eh?

M: This is the credits page that was supposed to be shown!

M: The names of all 5 of us... And me and Keiko-chan changed our names... And the irregular spaces...

M: All in all, it creates Dekuri Michio's name!

M: So that it will show his name at the same time as ours!!

M: We really wanted to include his name under original author, but the producers said it would be troublesome to pay the fee for this change, so we did this instead...

K: We thought that he, who likes ciphers, would notice it for sure...

A: N-no way...

K: We actually did the same in that graduation movie project to express our gratitude to him...

M: We wanted to surprise you as well, since you were his best friend, so we didn't say anyhing...

K: Sorry...

A: W-what have I done...

[The lamenting of a murderer shaken in the Kiyomizu temple...]

[While the autumn leaves surrounding the temple burned red...]

[As if withering away...]

R: What? Those voices... Did you catch the criminal?

S: Don't worry about it, Ran...

S: It was an unpleasant case after all...

So: Wha-at? Even though we changed course to follow you around?

Se: We've still got some time, so where should we go?

R: Well, how about Kitano's Tenmanguu? Okita-kun told me about it earlier!

So: Nice! Let's go, let's go!

Se: It's pretty far...

So: Yeah... and the way there...

S: Oi... Hold on a sec...

S: So... how do you feel?

R: "Feel"? 

S: About me! Apparently you met Okita yesterday...

S: You didn't forget...

S: That I confessed to you in London..

S: Did y...

[This is Ran’s (feelings) answer]