#but in his case he can't even if he wanted following the events of the second game

[sorcerersandskillusers]

I want to talk about one of the most terrifying and interesting bsd characters who almost no fan remembers.

This character nearly tore down the ADA without ever getting involved herself, yet the entire fandom has ignored her because of her terrible anime adaptation.

Who am I talking about?

Nobuko Sasaki

If you haven't read Dazai Osamu's Entrance Exam, then you probably don't even know who this character is, in the anime she is watered down to the lovesick girlfriend of an actual villain, and you probably dismissed her immediately. But in the light novel, we get to see how dangerous and cunning she really is, to the point she nearly gets the better of Dazai and almost causes the ADA to be shut down. (Fukuzawa says he would have closed the agency if they hadn't caught her)

In terms of intelligence I'd put her on the same level as Mori, just slightly below the super human genius characters i.e. Dazai, Fyodor and Ranpo

The Azure Apostle

For those who don't remember, Sasaki was the Azure Apostle, a mysterious figure who challenged the agency with several horrifying cases, which would all lead to mass casualties if the agency failed to stop them. These were; uncovering an underground organ smuggling operation (which the agency failed to stop and which massively hurt their reputation) stopping a bombing of Yokohama port which could have killed hundreds of people, and preventing a commercial aeroplane from crashing into the city (this was not included in the anime)

Each of the people, who committed these crimes, had no Idea they were being manipulated and thought it was their own idea the whole time. There was no evidence that anyone else had been involved at all, and the agency had no way to connect her to any of the crimes. And she even makes the genius move of framing Dazai, the mysterious new member with suspicious knowledge of the underworld and a hidden past, as the true culprit.

In fact, she only made one mistake, challenging Dazai. If Dazai had been basically anyone else, they would have been cornered and arrested, but since Dazai's mind works on a level even master strategists can't imagine, he was able to turn the tables on her.

But even after Dazai sees through her plans, the ADA still has to act exactly the way she wants them too and stop the plane crash. Even when they know they're being manipulated, they still have to do exactly what she wanted.

Finally, after Dazai and Kunikida confront her and get her to admit to being behind all those crimes, even then they are powerless to stop her.

Even after being involved with so many massive crimes, Sasaki herself hadn't done anything illegal, so within the law the ADA is completely powerless to stop her.

They can't arrest her, and if they try then the agency will be put in even more danger as will many innocent lives. She has completely trapped the ADA, and even Dazai in a choice to follow the law and let her go or take justice into their own hands and prove they will stoop as low as she did.

In the end, there she has them in a perfect deadlock, let her continue her mission, or kill her themselves. Both are bad outcomes for the ADA.

In the end, Dazai has her killed by using a third party (Rokuzo) to shoot her, so the agency can't be blamed for her murder, though this ends her plans it deeply scars Kunikida and shakes his resolve in his ideals.

The trauma from this event still haunts Kunikida to this day, we see that when he is affected by Q's curse, Sasaki is who he sees.

So thats the Azure Apostle, a terrifying master mind who nearly brought down the Armed Detective Agency, but now lets look at the other side of this character.

Nobuko Sasaki Herself

We know several things about Sasaki as a character and her history from the light novel. That she was a brilliant criminal psychologist and was internationally recognised despite being so young

,that she was the ex-lover of the Azure King and the real mastermind behind his plans, and that she had very little motivation of her own.

That's not meant to be an insult to the character, she says herself that she never really had much direction in life, even with her incredible intelligence she never really had anything she wanted to achieve.

But the Azure King was the opposite, he had powerful drive and strong ideals, he wanted to punish criminals who couldn't be touched by the law and when he failed to change the law as a bureaucrat, she offered him an alternative.

A very important thing here is that neither of them were manipulating or forcing the other into this path, as far as we see they genuinely loved each other, each providing something the other couldn't, Sasaki her mind and the Azure King his drive.

When the Azure king died, Sasaki had no path of her own to follow, so she simply kept following his, even though she doesn't seem to have really cared about his cause.

All of this creates a very unique character, you can't say she was driven by revenge, because she wasn't really driven at all. It's more like she was running on momentum, she had chosen a path to follow and could not stop even though there was nothing pushing her down it any more.

She's a perfect antithesis of Kunikida and was the best possible villain a light novel about him could have had.

A man who brings his ideals into reality with his own hands against a woman who uses others to enforce ideals that were never hers to begin with.

Anyway, I made this because Sasaki is criminally underrated in this fandom, If you haven't read "Dazai Osamu's Entrance Exam" I highly recommend it, I've only put a tiny fraction of the amazing story here.

[levshany]

Tandem, this is an AU in which the Collector possesses Philip, and there are a lot of things happening afterwards. but now we’ll just retell how it basically started

@angstyhikka drew a couple of arts and helped me with coloring

This is an alternative development of events after the ending of the fanfic “At The Dawn of The Light” (it's not finished yet, but there is already an AU from the ending, yes). The idea belongs to @lasymit, and I (Lev) picked it up :3

Before King's Tide, all events take place according to canon. And then the following changes occur: the witches capture Philip and lock him in a cave in the Titan's skull. The draining spell is stopped without the help of the Collector, but he himself is not found. His mirror remains lying at the bottom of the pit.

For 10 years, Philip was under a sleeping spell. Everything would be fine, but when the Hexside squad wakes up Philip to make him help them with one super important problem, not only does he become mischievous but he also has problems in his head now. Luz and the team think that Philip is manipulating them (you can't blame them for this, Philip is Philip, even with a leaky memory and a leaking roof, he manages to be such an asshole), and therefore they torture him to force him to cooperate with them.

While Philip was sleeping, a cozy corner appeared in his head, in which there was nothing but a green hill, a small house and an apple tree. There, Philip, in his child form, lives with Caleb, who is a figment of his sick mind. During his 10 years in this mindscape, Philip convinced himself that this was reality. And the Boiling Isles, the cave and the witches who torture him are an endless nightmare. Because, on the Boiling Isles, he sometimes remembers that he killed his brother. But this simply cannot be reality.

At some point, Luz and Hunter realize that Philip is not pretending that he is seriously ill and no matter how much he denies it, he needs help, and they soften towards him somewhat. Although both have rather mixed feelings towards their dementia grandpa.

Even in the moments when Philip remembers himself fully enough, his attitude towards the Boiling Isles, Luz, Hunter and even his own mission has changed greatly in any case. He no longer cares about the destruction of witches and revenge for his brother. Philip is tired. Deadly tired. All he wants to do is sleep. He slept for ten years, and this was perhaps the first time in decades of his life that he felt peace and happiness.

While he is in this state, it happens that he encounter the Collector. This is a difficult meeting for both of them, but it all ends with the forgiveness of all grievances. They both don't want to lose each other now. The collector is still locked in the disk, but Philip has the opportunity to let his friend into his subconscious. Seeing the deplorable state of Philip's mind, he decides that he must help - after all, Philip is still his only friend. Collie asks Philip not to go to "sleep" forever, but Philip replies that he has no joy in waking up here. All he dreams of is never returning to the world of the Boiling Islands. The collector, frightened that his only friend is about to leave him, possesses Philip and promises him that he will get them both out of this nightmare.

This is how Tandem's story begins

a huge amount of detail has been omitted to avoid spoilers for "The Dawn". if you wanna learn more go check the fanfic *wink wink*

[reiding-writing]

Hiiii, first of all i wanna say congratsss!! You’re an amazing writer and i LOVE your stuff! Secondly, i would like to mention that i’ve never actually made a request before so bear with me 😬 Okay okay, so i was wondering if you could write cold!reader with angsty prompt 28. "I can't believe I didn't see that coming." and general prompt 23. “I thought I’d lost you.” Maybe spencer gets hurt and reader shows emotion (maybe some tears) and the team is all like ???

(feel free to ignore this btw 💗💗)

CLOSE CALL [CLIMACTERIC]

28. “I can’t believe I didn’t see that coming.”

23. “I thought I’d lost you.”

WARNINGS: fem!reader, guns, hostage situation, character death, reader is her typical rash self, happy ending

spencer reid x cold!reader || hurt/comfort || 2.8k ||

a/n: thank you <3 i’m honoured to be the conduit you chose for your first request and i hope this is what you envisioned 🫶

main masterlist!! ⋆｡°✩ cold!reader masterlist!!

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Spencer’s hands shake so much as he pulls off his bulletproof vest you’re not sure how he has enough articulation in his fingers to do so in the first place.

“Reid, you’re not ready to do this.” Your words aren’t as harsh as they are truthful, but it cuts him down the same anyhow. “Let me or Hotch do it.”

“No, I need to do this myself,” Spencer shakes his head determinedly, and if he wasn’t so focused on the sheer amount of adrenaline running through his veins right no he’d probably be proud of himself for standing up to you and not just following your word as law, but alas, the only thing he could feel right now is absolute dread. “He won’t listen to you.”

Why was it always him that got personally involved with the unsubs? It was like they were a heat-seeking missile locked only onto his location.

Literally locked onto his location in this case. He’d seen him —Daniel as he called himself— on the train home from work, in the coffee shop he frequented, the local library, and he swears he also saw him parked in his apartment building’s parking lot.

It was like he was silently screaming at Spencer to notice him, and when he finally got to speak to the man, he asked for help. He was afraid. He was afraid of himself because he was having horribly intrusive thoughts that made him want to do terrible things and he viewed Spencer as his only scapegoat. Pros and cons of being all over the news for his job he supposes.

Spencer really did try to help him, but every suggestion he made was shut down like they weren’t good enough, like Daniel wanted Spencer to physically go into his brain and remove all of the faulty parts that were making him feel insane.

Spencer’s help just wasn’t good enough, and it lead to multiple people dying as a result.

And now Daniel was holding a woman hostage in her own house.

How was he supposed to not feel solely responsible for that?

Spencer had to be the one to speak to him. Not you or Hotch and your negotiation training, him and his personal connection to all the deaths that had happened because he wasn’t able to help someone that was begging him to save them from their own mind.

He practically shoves his revolver into your hand as he commits to going inside, taking a second to regulate his breathing before emerging from behind the SUVs to approach the closed front door, leaving you all in wait, guns raised at every window in the event that something goes wrong.

Something was bound to go wrong.

“Reid the minute that something feels off you leave, understand?” It technically wasn’t your call to make, but as you spoke into the small radio on your chest you weren’t really thinking about that. It’s not like Hotch would disagree with you anyway.

There’s a few seconds of silence over the radio, even though you know he heard you from the slight jolt in his spine as he reached the front door of the house. “Reid. Tell me that you understand that.”

“Copy,”

You had half the mind to drag him back into the car from that response alone. He clearly wasn’t listening to you, not properly anyway, and having such an emotional involvement in something like this was going to get him killed if he treated it the wrong way.

“Be careful,” Hotch was less antagonistic in his warning, but it held the same message.

Spencer threw an arbitrary thumbs up above his head before knocking on the door of the house and entering slowly with both his arms raised.

Then it was a waiting game. A stalemate where you had to sit with your guns trained and just wait for any sign of change. It was like absolute torture.

It was virtual silence and tumble weeds for the best of five minutes, and then there was a loud gunshot sound that echoed from inside the walls of the house, and all of that waiting felt for naught as you pressed the button on your radio with a steady stream of trepidation raising in your throat that he might not answer you. “Reid? Reid come in.”

You wait for something to come from the other side of the radio, even if it’s just the crackle of static from him pressing the button without actually speaking into it. But all you get is silence, and it makes that sinking feeling grow until you literally feel like you’re about to throw up your stomach.

You don’t think twice about running towards the front door of the house after you don’t get an answer, ignoring the calls of Hotch for you to back down and let SWAT take care of it so he didn’t possibly lose two agents instead of just one.

He knew you weren’t going to listen to him either way.

You open the door with your pistol raised at your eyes, the weight of Spencer’s revolver tucked into the waistband of your jeans acting both as an instrument to ground you and as a torturous reminder that the gunshot you heard couldn’t have possibly been from him.

It had to have come from Daniel.

Logically you should’ve swept the ground floor first before rushing straight into the dining room where you knew the three had been last, in case Daniel had left the room and approached you from behind.

You don’t of course, and you kick open the barricaded dining room door with enough force to splinter the door frame holding the hinge pin in place, the door hitting the wall with a thud.

The sight you’re met with is not what you expected to find.

“Reid—” You drop your gun to your side the second your eyes land on the back of his head, his back to you and his eyes locked on Daniel, lying on his back on the dining room floor with a bullet hole to the side of his head, his blood slowly pooling on the linoleum.

The woman he had hostage was alive too, thank god, practically trying to melt into the corner as she cried into her hands, obviously still in shock over what happened.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see that coming,” Spencer’s words didn’t feel like they were coming from himself as he spoke, his voice feeling detached from his consciousness as his mind focused on fully comprehending the situation.

“I can’t believe how stupid you are—” Your body forces a sharp breath to leave your mouth as it cools don from the adrenaline rushing through your system, and you pull Spencer backwards by his arm to stop the blood from Daniel’s body reaching his shoes. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I just- I don’t know,” Spencer gives up on trying to find an explanation for his actions before even really thinking about it. He knows there’s no use, because he really wasn’t thinking, it was just acting on instinct.

“You see this Reid?” You give the radio on his chest a pull with your hand, causing him to stumble forward towards you in the process. “It’s a radio, use it.” There’s no denying the insurmountable rage in your tone as you berate Spencer for his carelessness, something that he most definitely deserves as he stands there nodding at you like an idiot.

You let go of his radio with a small push, sending him stumbling backwards this time, and you take a second to compose yourself before pressing on your own radio to communicate with the rest of the team. “I’ve got Reid and the hostage alive. The unsub shot himself.”

“Copy that, we’re coming in.”

Hotch’s voice may as well be a leaf in the wind as Spencer puts his full focus into how absolutely furious you seem with him.

“I’m sorry—”

”Sorry isn’t good enough.” You ignore the arrival of your teammates in the house, how they carefully guide the hostage outside to get her looked over by the ambulance waiting outside and how they secure the scene for the forensics team to deal with. “You cannot throw your life away by running head first into a dangerous situation knowing you can’t defend yourself.”

“I thought—”

“What? That it’d be fine? That you all of a sudden had all the training you needed to talk down an armed serial killer with serious delusions that could leave you as his next victim?” Maybe you we’re being a bit too harsh on him, but it was important he understood exactly what could’ve gone wrong. “You might be a genius Reid, but you are the dumbest goddamn person I have ever met.”

Spencer presses his lips together into a line at your declaration, lowering his head until his gaze is firmly planted on the floor.

“You are not an expendable resource, you can’t be replaced, and you need to understand that before you throw yourself into a possible line of fire do you understand me?” You ignore the lingering gaze of Hotch as you continue your verbal assault on Spencer, and you know you’ll probably get an earful yourself for being so hard on him, but he gave you a real scare, and you were expressing that to him in the way that suited you most.

“Yes I understand, I’m sorry…” The slight waver of his voice as he responds to you is enough to knock your anger down a peg, and you drag your hand down your face with a sigh.

“We were scared for you Reid, you could’ve died.”

“I know…”

You give another soft sigh at the voice he barely keeps his voice controlled as he whispers out his answer to you, on the verge of tears from your thorough verbal assault.

“Don’t do it again. I thought I’d lost you.” You lift up one of your hands to put it on his shoulder, although it lands closer to the curve of his neck, prompting his face upwards to meet your eyes once more. “And as much as you can be idiotic, the team needs you alive.”

He gives you a soft hum as an answer this time, not trusting his voice to not crack if he were to speak properly.

He tries not to focus on the warmth of your hand on his neck, nor on the fact that you’d said ‘I’ instead of ‘we’ when talking about being concerned for his safety under fear of only worsening his attempts at keeping himself composed.

Your gaze softens marginally as you spot the glassiness of his eyes, and for a second he swears that the protective shield you cover yourself with disappears to show the amount of concern you truly felt for him.

“I’m okay… I promise,” He nods softly at you with rounded eyes. He’s mildly flattered by how much you care, but he doesn’t want you to show it as concern, positive emotions suited you much better he thinks.

“You’re lucky, and it won’t last forever,” You use you hand against his shoulder to turn him around, pushing him gently towards the front door and using the opportunity of him not facing you to swallow the start of your own tears, clearing your throat into your elbow as he takes your lead in leaving the house.

“Reid,” Hotch is on top of the two of you before you even walk out the door. “Go and meet Morgan by the ambulance, I want you checked over,”

“But—“

“Go,” Hotch’s inherent ability to be authoritative trumps Spencer’s resistance immediately, and Spencer begrudgingly leaves your side with a small “yes sir,” to go and be checked out by one of the EMTs.

You attempt to follow him at first, but you’re promptly stopped by Hotch raising his hand in your direction, and then gesturing you over to him.

“Berating somebody for running into a dangerous situation head first with how you responded is very—“

“Hypocritical, I know,” You interrupt the end of Hotch’s sentence by finishing it yourself. “But if he hadn’t gotten into that situation in the first place then I wouldn’t have had to respond the way I did,”

“I understand you care about Reid,” Hotch crosses his arms over his chest, and although there is zero malice in his expression or his tone, you can still tell that he’s not exactly happy with you right now. “But you also need to be more careful with how you handle yourself,”

You narrow your gaze at him a little, and he mirrors it right back at you. “You can’t worry about keeping Reid alive if you’re not alive yourself, you need to be more careful, understand?”

“Yes sir,” The words are almost begrudging as they leave your mouth, but you know he’s right really. Running in after Spencer without a second thought and then berating him for being reckless was hypocritical, and you probably deserved to be reprimanded for it.

—

“You really gave her a scare you know,” Morgan speaks, prompted by Spencer’s very obvious lingering glances in your direction as you speak with Hotch.

“I know,” Spencer sighs dejectedly as he finally removes his eyes from you to allow the paramedic in front of him to check his pupillary response. “She made sure of that,”

“She cares about you Reid,” Morgan gives him a squeeze on his shoulder. “You’re gonna give the poor girl a heart attack if you keep this up,”

“That’s quite dramatic, the chances of somebody going into cardiac arrest from shock is extremely low, only 5% of all cases, and technically it would actually be cardiogenic shock, which isn’t a heart attack,”

“It’s a figure of speech Reid,” Morgan gives him a small playful shove after the paramedic has finished his evaluation, rolling his eyes. “Point is, you scared her, and I don’t know whether to be amazed or concerned at the fact that’s even possible,”

“She’s just as likely to be afraid as anyone else,” Spencer bites his cheek at Morgan’s declaration, unsure whether he should feel guilty or flustered at just how much you seemed to care about him, from the words of the rest of the team anyway.

“I mean yeah we were all worried about you, but she ran head first into the house with a potentially manic shooter inside, by herself, after Hotch told her to wait for backup,” Morgan gives Spencer a light nudge with his elbow, raising his eyebrows with an amused expression. “You know what I call that? Favouritism,”

Spencer lets out a small airy laugh, shaking his head as he stands from the edge of the ambulance.

“Face it pretty boy, you’re stuck with her for life, even if it means she follows you into an early grave,” The teasing in Morgan’s voice is unmistakeable, but his words ring truth either way. “Let’s just make sure you don’t end up in an early grave alright?”

“Yeah—” Spencer lets out another small breath through his mouth as Morgan pats his hand between his shoulder blades, gesturing for Spencer to follow him towards the rest of the team with a nod of his head.

Spencer doesn’t want to cut himself short just yet, especially if that means you’ll serve yourself the same fate. Although the idea of having you accompany him, even if it did mean in whatever lies after death, didn’t sound like too bad of an idea.

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 12 || The First Lesson

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, & sexual tension.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 3.7k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——WITH THE MONEY YOU'VE collected from Gojo, you decided to spoil yourself that Friday by going on a much-needed shopping spree.

You didn't do anything crazy with your money like spend it all on ridiculously expensive items but, you did spend it on basically a whole new wardrobe. It felt nice to have money like this-- you no longer felt like you were struggling.

Monday had been filled with so many events that the following days went by in a complete blur. You remember your classes and even having a little movie night with Shoko but aside from that, everything was pretty eventless.

Well, unless you count the way you and Choso text each other in your free time.

He's got a nice vibe to him and you admire that but after every conversation with him, you have to quickly remind yourself that something real will never work out. Even so, that didn't and doesn't stop you from genuinely trying to be his friend.

He's the little light you needed in your life and you weren't about to throw that away, even if it was risky. And boy is that one big risk. From the texting to the few other phone calls you had with the man, you notice two things; one, he really loves his brother and brings him up at least once in every conversation and two, he hates being lied to.

At first, you thought the whole lying thing he'd bring up was just something he said to convince you to tell him about yourself and you thought he claimed to not like liars just to be silly.

Turns out you were wrong about that, Choso hates when people lie to him big time-- he says that he understands not trusting people but you can't expect to trust someone and be untrustworthy yourself.

Not that any of that was going to have you tell him everything about Gojo. You wouldn't even tell that information to Shoko and you tell her nearly everything (not that much happens for you to do so anyway, but still). It'd be shameful for you to voice out loud that Gojo walked in on you masturbating and caught it on camera.

You wish you could say, who would really care that much about it but even if no one batted an eye at the sinfully shameful act, you'd still be embarrassed. It would take some real convincing for you to tell someone about that incident.

So yeah, you have no plans on telling anyone. Not Shoko and not Choso-- no one can find out about it.

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After that wonderful day of shopping and a weekend you spent cleaning and redecorating your bedroom, the following Monday came around much sooner than you expected. You spent every minute of your free weekend time plotting how exactly you were going to seduce Toji Fushiguruo.

Then before you knew it, you were sitting in the man's class nearly thirty minutes before the class had actually started. You were the first to arrive and it wasn't unusual for you to be there, students come early to class all the time. In your case, you just didn't want to run into Gojo.

Instead of sitting where you sat the first time you attended the class, you found comfort in taking the vacant spot right in the front of the classroom. Mr. Fushiguro's desk was a few steps away from where you sat and if he were to ever sit there, he'd have your pretty face to distract himself with.

This time around, you brought a bag with you so you wouldn't have to carry things in your hand. You still brought the same items as the time prior-- notes, a binder, and some books. Spreading and organizing the assortment across the desk space in front of you, you were trying to rehearse how you expected the next few weeks to go.

Having to seduce a professor is like having an entirely new class added to your schedule. You used to have Mondays free but now you'll have to be here for a while as you try to catch a lustful gaze from Toji.

Today you decided to wear something similar to the week prior-- a button-up blouse that has said buttons undone just enough to reveal only a slither of cleavage and another short skirt with stockings. Is this your usual attire? Who knows but it'll have to do for the sake of getting this man to-

"You're here early," A deep voice suddenly points out. The sound startles you, making you shift slightly in your seat as you look to the direction it came from.

Walking into the classroom is the professor in question; Mr. Fushiguro. His gaze is locked down onto the sleeve of his shirt as he adjusts it over his wrist and you take his moment of distraction to drink in every bit of his appearance.

The shirt he has on has one single button undone at the top, revealing his smooth collarbone and just a bit of skin below that. Then his pants are... well they're practically hugging the man's thighs. Good lord, the sight makes you squeeze your legs together, especially when you focus your eyes on his crotch for a moment longer than intended.

Are you drooling? You hope not because your eyes definitely widen at the visibility of something rather large neatly resting in between his legs. Oh it's big. You can tell from where you are. Toji has a big dick-- fuck, of course he does. You think to yourself.

The male's eyes are on yours before you even realize it. Toji clears his throat to gain your attention and you're again startled. "Eyes are up here, doll." He comments simply.

You swallow and your gaze flies up to his, "Sorry Mr. Fushiguro."

As you look at his face, you notice this little smirk on the corner of his lips as if the way he caught you gawking at him was amusing, "You're fine," He hums as he furthers into the room, "I catch women starring all the time."

After you take a second to collect yourself you scoff at his words, "Do you really?"

"Yep. Especially my students." Toji tells you, oddly bringing you a sense of comfort. It felt good to know that you weren't the only one ogling the man.

He walks across the front of the room and approaches his desk, taking a seat and moving toward his desktop that's off to the side. You keep your eyes on the man and lean forward a bit, moving to rest your chin in the palm of your hand.

"Doesn't that bother you?" You ask innocently.

Toji looks past his computer screen and to you, the eye contact instant. "Depends on the person staring." He tells you.

You flash a little smile, "Interesting." You then tilt your head to the side, "Do you also catch people staring like that during your lectures?"

"Sometimes, why?" He arches a brow.

You shrug, "Just curious."

Toji lets out a sigh and then looks back to his computer, "Am I gonna have to deal with this curiosity of yours often?"

"Because I like studying people and the way they think, yes." You utter sweetly, looking down at the paper in front of you and going to jot something down.

The man lets out a simple hum in response to that and the room falls into a comfortable silence. After you wrote down your little note to yourself, you kept looking up from the paper and to the professor ahead. He looked so focused as he gazed at the screen in front of him.

In a way, you could almost see the underlining stress hinted in his eyes-- the true effect of being a teacher, you suppose. Even so, the man is addicting to stare at, though you don't mean to. You find your eyes lingering on him for long moments at a time.

The way you can see subtle veins poking out along his jawline, trailing down his neck and disappearing into his shirt... The way his lips part to sigh when he spots something incorrect on whatever it is he's looking at and the way he rolls his head back slightly to crack his neck are all so damn attractive.

And his shoulders... they're so broad and muscular, outlined nicely by the shirt he wore. You catch yourself biting on your lower lip as you imagine what it'd be like to have this man over you. Fuck, you're slowly having lustful thoughts like a true whore.

Then again, you can't help yourself; look at him. He knows what he's doing. You can tell by the way he dresses, the way he stands from his seat and rolls his shoulders back, and the way he carries himself around the classroom.

Even as minutes fly by and class eventually begins with the students having entered already, including Gojo Satoru whose gaze you ignored entirely as he passed by you, Toji so obviously knows how attractive he is.

You do the same things you did the week beforehand and take notes normally, finding yourself paying way more attention in this class than you have in any of your other ones. This time, the lecture doesn't last for a full three hours but you didn't even notice because you were glued and hanging onto every word that left Toji's lips (kinda).

You know what the lesson was about and you think you're getting a decently good grasp on economics but at the same time, your mind was constantly drifting away.

At one point, Toji had moved to hand out articles for everyone to read over for a few minutes and when he got to you, he handed the paper to you directly while staring down into your eyes. Maybe it was the angle or the brush of his fingers over yours but looking up at the man felt sensual already.

When the class had finally ended, he walked over to the door and gave one last goodbye to everyone as they left and then shut the door behind all the students.

By that time you had dove back into your prepared notes, trying to figure out how you could interview the man for the 'project' you had in sociology. Luckily, you'd spent a good amount of your weekend hours on this so you considered yourself well-prepared.

"Alright, where do ya' want me for this?" Toji asked, making your head fly up from your notes. He was suddenly standing in front of his desk, his lower back rested on the wood behind him and his large arms folded over his chest.

You blink, "Uh, right there is fine Mr. Fushiguro. Unless you wanna sit?" You tell him, gesturing your hand to the nearby extra chair off to his right and your left.

"Depends, how long is this gonna take?" Toji asks you.

The question makes your brow raise, "Do you have somewhere else to be?"

He pauses, eyes low on yours before saying, "No."

A cute little smile takes over your face, "Then this'll take as long as we need it to."

Toji appears to be bored or annoyed already. Some kind of disturbance is written on his face as he goes to ask you more questions, "If we take long this week, will this be shorter next week-"

"Sir, unless you have somewhere else to be," You cut off sternly as you gaze right up into his eyes. "There's no need to rush this. All I'm doing is asking you a few questions, if there's a problem with that I could always just find another professor."

His lips shut in an instant and he stares right back into those serious eyes of yours. You technically don't have the freedom of finding another professor for this imaginary project of yours but, he doesn't need to know that.

The man then scoffs and cocks his head back a little, "There's no need for that. You're here now, aren't ya?"

You beam, "Exactly. So let's go ahead and get started then."

With that, you begin to start questioning the man on some of his background as a teacher. At first, it was nothing too serious or intimidating. As you questioned him, both of you held eye contact like it was nothing and Toji was sure to answer every question to the best of his ability.

It's not like the questions were difficult though, majority consisted of how he thought about things and why. You got from his answers that he was a very confident man and hardly made any regrettable decisions, even learning that he chose to teach economics because he used to be a man who lacked financial stability.

That was one thing you admired about him too, whenever he started speaking about money you could instantly tell he came from a humble background and slowly the interview felt more like you were getting to know him rather than using his answers for a project.

And it was all going oh so smoothly until you asked a question you were sure was going to make him halt in his answering. "And what about your sex life, Mr. Fushiguro?" You asked shamelessly, looking him dead in the eyes as you did so.

Toji had been in the middle of sipping on water and you watched the way your question made him choke. He coughs loudly and looks off to the side, avoiding that all too innocent gaze of yours as if you didn't just ask that question.

For a moment, after he catches his breath, he looks at you to see if you'll rephrase what you just said. You don't.

"Ahem," He clears his throat, "My... My sex life?"

"Yes sir," You grin at him, "What's it like?"

"Wh-What would you need to know that for? Is that a question you have to ask??" He stammers.

You can tell you've got him momentarily flustered. "Well, my Sociology professor typically prefers that we pick out the questions to ask in most of our assignments, and since the point of this project is to see how environments affect the way people think; it isn't uncommon for me to ask about your sex life, sir."

Again, he just stares at you. After a quick huff, Toji clicks his tongue, "Yeah, no I don't get that explanation."

"Mr. Fushiguro, so far I've asked you nearly everything about your work life and home life. The only environment left for me to question you about is the sexual one." You explain further, "If the question makes you uncomfortable, I understand, we can move on from it but... it would make my final project better."

"Right, okay," Toji sighs, visibly still thrown off by the initial question.

And he has every right to be thrown off, it's like you said-- every question before that one was normal and manageable. He didn't know it but you had him exactly where you wanted him. There's nothing more satisfying than seeing such a large and somewhat structured man lose his composure.

"The more uncomfortable the questions I ask, the better my project results will be." You add on, your voice sweet.

The older man raises a hand to his forehead and you watch him wipe his face, his hand slowing along his jaw as he rubs his fingers against it in thought. "Alright, alright." Toji says, "What was the question again?"

You chuckle, "Can you tell me about your sex life?" The way your voice hits the man and the way you're looking at him makes him fidget where he stands, especially when you go on and add a little, "Please Sir?" at the end.

Toji would be lying to himself if he said he didn't see or feel the very obvious tension between the two of you at that moment. "I don't really know how to answer that. What am I supposed to say, it's active?"

"Well," You let out a little snicker, "Is it?"

His brows furrow at you, "You don't think it is?"

"I'm asking." You utter firmly. Then, you lean back in your seat a little, crossing your arms under your chest and causing the area to be more unavoidable to the eyes. "Is your sex life active, Mr. Fushiguro?" You question.

"If I want it to be, yes," Toji answers vaguely.

A giggle leaves you and you playfully roll your eyes. "If you want it to be, huh?"

He tilts his head, "Yeah, somethin' wrong with that answer?"

"No, no, not at all." Your gaze drops down to your paper and you write something down while speaking, "Just a bit cocky, is all."

You thought you imagined the next thing that would come out of his mouth because of how focused you were on writing and how low his voice got.

"'Could show ya' somethin' cocky if that's what you're askin' for here," Toji tells you.

On instant, your thighs draw closer as you squeeze them. Your head remains angled downward at the paper in front of you but you shift your gaze upwards to him, "Are you offering, sir?" You ask in a sultry tone.

He didn't even mean to let that slip in the first place so the last thing he was expecting was for that to be your response. The man surely thought he had lost his job with that comment right there but when you respond with the same energy as him, he's truly surprised.

Toji simply decides to go with it, y'know, entertain you. "You couldn't handle that kinda' thing, sweets." He claims.

You scoff and return your eyes to your note-taking, "You'd be surprised."

"You wanna surprise me, then?" He challenges.

Slowly, you place the pencil in your hand down and sit back in your seat again. He's still standing across from you, arms crossed and large body leaning back against his desk. Your eyes lock onto his and you move your two hands up to your shirt.

Toji's brain nearly malfunctions as he watches you unbutton two buttons on your shirt, the crease of your cleavage now fully visible. You don't miss the way his eyes drop to the exposure.

Your fingers then teasingly stop at the next button-down, "Sir," You call, causing his gaze to snap up to yours. "My eyes are up here."

Toji scoffs, "I know."

You move a hand to fan yourself off, "Anyways, it's a bit hot in here, no?"

The smirk that goes on his face is instant, he's finally starting to catch onto your advances. He then pushes himself off the desk and instead of walking toward the direction of the room thermostat, he walks right over to you, stopping directly in front of your desk.

Toji leans down and places his hands flat against the surface, looking you dead in the eyes as he speaks to you in a tone so low you grow aroused by the sound alone. "Couple of words got you all worked up or somethin'?" He questions.

Again, you squeeze your legs together and swallow deeply. Okay, you couldn't deny the fact that you were kinda horny now. Part of that could be because of the way you kept imagining lewd things as he talked through the lecture but now... it's hard to control yourself with the man right in front of you.

"N-No." You squeak out.

Fuck, all that confidence you had completely disappeared.

Toji tips his head to the side and his eyes dip down to your lips, "You're lyin' but, alright." He says, leaning back up and standing straight in front of you.

It took nearly every ounce of your self-control not to peek down at his crotch, you wanted to take a peak so badly. You begin to fiddle with your fingers in your lap, "Mr. Fushiguro..." You call out softly.

"Hm?" He hums, the sound vibrating deeply against his throat.

"Can I ask you one more question...?" You request, eyes up on his with this little needy and lustful gaze you could no longer control.

Toji stares down at you, his eyes are completely unreadable. Fuck, again you found yourself looking at him from this angle. You had this sudden and odd desire to be on your knees right now with your throat stuffed full of his c-

"No." The man answers, cutting off your horny imagination and surprising you.

"N-No?" You echo.

He shakes his head and turns away from you, "You heard me, no. Nine times out of ten, that next question was going to be all too inappropriate." Toji assumes as he walks around his desk and takes a seat. "I think we've done enough for today anyway. You can go now."

Your throat runs dry. Damnit, Gojo wasn't lying when he said this man was going to be very difficult. Slowly, you stand to your feet and grab your things. After which, you walk around your desk and as you pass him, your pencil slips out the side of your bag.

Quickly, you bend over and pick the item up, standing straight up afterward and turning your head back to Toji with an embarrassed expression on your face. "Sorry Mr. Fushiguro." You apologize lightly.

He doesn't even respond with words, giving you nothing more than a hum in response. After that, you hastily exit the room.

The very second you close the door behind you, Toji tosses his head back, "Fuck." He groans.

He'd been able to control himself so perfectly up until you just bent over with that short skirt of yours. He looked before he even thought about it, his eyes all over the curve of your thighs leading up to your ass and even focusing on the way those little stockings hugged your legs.

Toji's hips raise up as he shifts in his seat and then he spreads his legs. The man looks down almost tiredly at his crotch.

The sight of the annoying outline of his now hard cock made the man shake his head in disbelief. "Damn woman," He mumbled to himself.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ☐

KAMO CHOSO ☐

NANAMI KENTO ☐

??? SUKUNA ☐

??? NAOYA ☐

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[partycatty]

i was sent an incredibly delicious prompt to use, and i just can't resist it omg. requester wanted to be anonymous, but just know i appreciate u! i won't lie, i ran into so many blocks trying to get this out. writing is hard :( i ended up taking a couple creative liberties anon i hope that's okay

bi-han > new tricks

johnny cage's girlfriend catches him cheating, so she tries to get back at him using bi-han. it's all fun and games, until something new starts to blossom.

warnings: u get cheated on, THIS IS NSFW, author struggles to write johnny in a bad light bc of their favoritism /j, accidental bottom bi-han

notes: i'm rubbing my hands together like a little fly rn, also bi-han's betrayal doesn't happen in this case, also also yes i made a gif of johnny getting his shit rocked for this fic thumbnail

masterlist <3

PART 2 !!!!

•you and johnny got together following the end of the storyline's events. he charmed you to holy hell and back with those dumb sunglasses and pickup lines at the academy. he was a sweetheart at first, love-bombing you endlessly until you accepted his thirtieth relationship proposal. deciding to stop dragging him along like a lost puppy, you finally said yes, and off you went to date a movie star!

•the change from being nobody to somebody was JARRING. suddenly, cameras were up your ass all the time, and you caught yourself staring out of your apartment window on multiple occasions to see people scurry away when they're spotted.

•even so, you can't lie. the parties that celebrities hold rival outworld's temptations. especially if johnny is hosting. despite downsizing from his mega mansion, his new home was still expansive enough to hold a large number of people. and boy did he take advantage of the space.

•everyone was a few drinks deep, you yourself were a little buzzed but with the intention of loosening up and socializing. johnny however, seems to have other intentions.

•johnny is canonically a recovering alcoholic. he'd indulge in a girly drink every now and then, maybe some whiskey on a really shitty day. but today, he must have combined the two flavors of vice and was now fitting his clothed dick into some random C-list actress's ass, grinding to the music. his sunglasses sloppily clung onto his nose and his face was flushed. drunk or not, he was dry humping some random broad at his own damn party, with you only a few feet away.

•you want to scream so bad, to tear her bleached blonde hair to the ground and beat her, and then johnny. but all you can do is stand there horrified, that is, until johnny looks up from his buried face in her neck and makes eye contact with you, eyes wide.

•"babe — goddamnit — babe!" johnny slurs out, holding your arms tight on his balcony. "it's not... fuck. it's just fun! it's a party! lighten up!"

•after a drunken back and forth, johnny eventually throws his hands in the air and tells you to fuck off because he can find better at that very party. although you heavily disagreed, the conversation abruptly ended when you slurred something back along the lines of "you want some other bitch? have 'em then!" officially ending your relationship and storming out of the party.

•the following few days were rough on your heart, and majority of the time your bed was occupied and loud sobs echoed across your walls. you could've had it all, dammit, and this dickhead just threw you away like nothing! he thinks he can just score any woman he wants, whenever he wants. even if he learned his lesson from cris, his playboy attitude runs in his veins. it's not something he's gonna shake easily, and you were a victim to his unchanging behavior.

•back to living with nothing, you decided to retreat to the one place you knew you were wanted; the lin kuei compound. bi-han, kuai liang and tomas respected your strength when it came to fighting against evil and welcomed you like their own.

•after about three days of living on the lin kuei's land, you check social media. you went ghost online after the breakup since the paparazzi and article rats were prowling the internet (and your home) for details about your breakup with the A-Lister. checking social media proved to be a stupid move, because almost instantly your feed was flooding with photos and videos of your ex-boyfriend partying on yachts and posing with models. he's really out here posting like he's not damaged in the slightest, but literally everyone and their mother can read the post a little deeper and see he's compensating for losing you. you were mature, well-spoken, and well respected, and he was still trying to get his shit together after everything that happened. you were just another crack in his shittily held together glass. and it was time to get back at him.

•it starts off innocently enough, you snap quick photos of the grandmaster when he's not looking, showing only his veiny arms and a hint of his blue uniform. you'd post it to your story to pretend to soft launch this new "boyfriend," linking a romantic song to the post and letting people run wild. this proved effective immediately, as you noticed that "UgotCAGEd" with the little verified mark would view your story almost the exact moment it'd go up. you knew that he knew exactly who was in the photo, and it just had to have been driving him up a wall. he even tried to combat this by posting more and more, each setting getting more lavish and sexy than the last. if anything, johnny was a chronic 1-upper. but you couldn't just post blurry pictures of bi-han forever. this needed to cut deep.

•and you were going to play this stupid game, because if he goes low, you go in the TRENCHES.

•"grandmaster sub-zero, i-i have a favor to ask you," you politely ask, bowing once before smiling up at bi-han. "i have a plan. a... ridiculous one. but it needs your help."

•"you want us to fake partnership?" bi-han asks you, trying to summarize your lengthy explanation. "go ask kuai liang. or tomas. they need something to do these days, with shang tsung imprisoned. i'm busy."

•"it can't be them, it has to be you," you respectfully protest, putting your hands in a prayer position to beg for his help. "johnny is... jealous of you. it would be most effective. and i'll be forever in your debt." bi-han's eyes momentarily widen at your insistence. your desperation for his help caught him a little off guard.

•it's true. johnny was jealous ever since he got his shit kicked in when they first met. they were never really huge fans of each other since then. standing in front of him now, it's easy to understand how bi-han was so superior. his emotions never took control, he was a powerful leader for his clan, and his furrowed brows and gravely voice rumbled inside of your chest... jesus, now that you're getting a good look, he's actually pretty hot. oh, no.

•"this is ridiculous," bi-han groans, trying to angle himself just right in the selfie. he stands behind you, hand wrapped around your neck as you try to angle the photo just right to where it only gives a tease of his face in the mirror's reflection. "how long does one photo take?"

•"it has to be perfect," you reply, eyes focused on your phone as you wiggle it in different directions to get the best possible view. "crouch down a little more, so more of your jawline shows."

•he leans down, and his breath fans across your neck and ear as he sighs in frustration. you can't deny the little tingle it made you feel inside. but hey, anyone would be nervous if a brick wall like bi-han was in breathing vicinity...

•you snap the photo, seemingly satisfied but now fighting a flustered expression. when you look it over, you realize no, this isn't enough. johnny would leak his own sex tape with a model to beat you at this stupid game, and while you weren't necessarily ready to start blowing the ninja, you knew you needed to get one step ahead.

•"can we take... one more?" you ask sheepishly, already trying to put into words what exactly you're going to ask from this expressionless man.

•"only if it's quick," he replies with a frown, crossing his arms.

•you take a deep breath, spinning to face him and nearly chest to chest from the tightness of the small bedroom you were given.

•pointing to your bed, bi-han almost instantly understands. his lips turn into a thin line as his cheeks are brushed with warmth, warmth that he tries to conceal from you with his hand as he rubs his face.

•he sits himself on the bed, propped up on his elbows with a knowing look in his eye. it's difficult to maintain eye contact as you crawl onto the edge of the bed, hesitant to do what you wanted. for a moment, you want to pull away and trash your entire plan. there's no way you were about to climb up and sit on a ninja grandmaster's lap as revenge against your movie star ex. how in the genuine hell did you end up in this situation??

•"come on, woman," bi-han grumbles, sitting up for a moment to abruptly wrap his hands around your hips and pulling you to sit atop his lap. you tense up, realizing you're now straddling him... and lowkey, he looks good under you. he also just manhandled you. hm. curious.

•you try to shift yourself to comfortably rest on his hips before seeming satisfied with the position. shakily, you reach up to snap a selfie, one that conceals his face but shows you sticking your tongue out and flipping the bird.

•and then you felt it.

•at first, it went unnoticed due to your nerves about the uncharacteristic closeness. but, once you settled to snap the photo, you realized that... bi-han was rock fucking hard underneath you. you weren't sure if you should acknowledge it, but regardless, it felt so perfectly sized against your clothed folds, and you make your interest unintentionally obvious when you let out a nervous whimper. bi-han's eyes remained trained onto yours with a hint of hunger in his low-lidded gaze. even though he wanted to initially hide the boner, it was now abundantly obvious and he felt a surge of confidence gauging your reaction. the hands that rested on your hips tightened, his cold fingers digging into your flesh.

•"you feel that?" he grumbles out, his body feeling suddenly incredibly hot against yours. you swallow and nod. as you do, his firm grip starts to rock your hips back and forth against his cock, the friction of the fabric dividing you two sending you wild already. "whose is bigger?"

•"...yours," you answer breathlessly, allowing yourself to be controlled by the cryomancer's hands. your confession was true, too. johnny's dick was long and lean, but bi-han's.... lord. it felt thick. even through layers of clothes it felt like it could tear you down the middle if he pounded hard enough. a new part of you wanted to find out.

•with a sudden haste, bi-han hikes up your skirt and top, holding the clothes bunched around your waist as he abruptly gives you even closer contact to his cock. you could feel it twitch and throb, and every part of you wanted to sink it into your throat to see how well it hugs your mouth's fleshy walls. his hands crawl underneath the bunched up clothes and settle on your hips, this time directly gripping the plush of them.

•a shiver shot down your spine, both with sudden arousal and the frosty trails on your body from his fingertips. even if he wouldn't admit it, he was just as excited as you were. he let out a low growl feeling your pussy leak through your panties and dampen his dick.

•"i hated the way he looked at you," he'd grumble, eyes fixated on the friction he was creating by manhandling your frame to grind against his. "wanted you all to myself — ngh —"

•you wanted so badly to stop and unpack that wild, sudden confession, but you were already fiending for his popsicle like a motherfucker. through your hazy vision, you see bi-han lock eyes with you, a devilish glint present. he reaches between the two of you and palms himself while you try to relieve the pressure on your clit using the back of his hand.

•finally fed up with the foreplay, bi-han pushes you off of him, making you elevate your body on your knees. he tugs his shirt up and his pants down. his member springs free from the tight constraints, and lord help us all, it's as long and thick as it felt through the pants.

•"you wish to get back at that pompous wannabe?" he asks, voice dangerously husky. "get to it then." obeying like a dog, you settle between his parted legs. still holding his dick, he slaps it against your cheek expectantly.

•the tension, the hunger, and the high emotions overtook your strength to remain proper in front of the grandmaster as you eagerly licked at the base of his shaft, trailing kisses all the way to the warm tip. once you feel properly sure of his size, you slowly but surely sink him into your mouth, barely able to get his dick deep enough without causing a strain on your jaw muscles. bi-han tries to keep his arousal under wraps, but when he feels you hollow out your cheeks to give him the greatest pleasure possible, he lets out a little whine of surprise, though it still sounds more animalistic due to his grumbly voice.

•you hold this position for a moment, letting your warmth completely encapsulate his freezing body. you were starting to see stars in the corner of your eyes before bi-han harshly pulls you up by your hair, making you sputter for breath. a thin trail of saliva follows your lips as he raises your head.

•"wait," he commands breathlessly, fumbling with his other hand to find your phone that was discarded onto the mattress. when he does find it, he struggles even more, mind blank from horniness and also his unfamiliarity with smart devices. you chuckle to yourself, climbing back up to his chest and weaving your way between his arms to show him how to record a video. when it's finally figured out, you crawl back down to where you were and grab his cock with a full hand, stroking it lazily. he winces.

•"sensitive already?" you ask in a low tone, giggling to yourself. bi-han didn't have much time to relieve his sexual desires, so it's no wonder that the slightest bit of head nearly sends this man flying to the moon. "i expected more from you, grandmaster—"

•"—shut the fuck up," he replies sternly, not finding your teasing all too funny. "i'll silence that whore mouth."

•woah

•and with that, he holds the phone up, angled downward at you as you angle your lips on his tip again. he grabs the fistful of your hair and sinks you down once more, this time holding you in place. you barely had time to get some air in before getting your throat thoroughly plugged. you put your hands on his thighs to ensure you'd stay upright, but always sure to look at the camera as you gag and drool.

•"that's more like it," he'll purr, pushing your hair from your face as he holds you still. he then directs his voice to the camera. "how about that, cage? taught your dog some new tricks. i'd say she's exceeding expectations."

•when he finally lets you breathe, you only get a couple gasps before willingly taking his cock again, this time bobbing rhythmically. bi-han, as a ninja, is incredibly good at staying silent, so all he can do is let out occasional exhales and sharp intakes of breath as you suck him off.

•you're sure to put on more of a show than usual for the video, looking into the camera with a sultry smile even with your lips stretched out to accommodate for his giant dick. you've got an expression that says "fuck you."

•when bi-han has enough of your pace, he starts to buck his hips into your throat, creating a nasty gargling sound in the back of your head that would be otherwise nauseating. you're surprised he's not ripping the hair straight from your scalp as he death grips a fistful. frosty hands grip the sheets, solidifying them with a thin sheet of ice as he nears the edge. his body can't decide between lurching forward and arching back as you make him cum.

•he's a silent orgasm-haver. bi-han bites down hard on his lower lip as he releases, clenching his eyes shut and knitting his brows together. and boy, does he love to ride the high of fucking your face. he loves it even more knowing he'll have an audience.

•he wanted to cum into your mouth so badly, but even he knew better. he had to make the money shot something memorable. cum painted your face beautifully, dripping down your cheeks and catching in your eyebrows. there was even a thick streak starting from your hairline. with no time to ever do this himself, his jizz accumulated within him for quite some time, now soaking your entire face.

•bi-han stops the video, but only to snap photos of your messied, flushed face. gripping your cheeks to hold you in place, he's sure to make sure every drop of cum is within camera shot as he catches his breath.

•you swipe a glob of his load from your forehead and stick your finger in your mouth, tasting his arousal for you with a smirk.

•"definitely sending that to him," you giggle as he tucks his dick back into his pants. "i'm in your debt, bi-han." normally, he would've protested the use of his first name from an associate of liu kang, but he was too high from his orgasm to really give a shit. instead, he grumbles a small "mhm," and nods, fighting a little smirk himself.

•he stands up and grabs a loose towel, holding up your face more sweetly this time as he wipes you clean. the gesture was oddly soothing. he seemed like a pump and dump kind of man, and he probably is! but you're touching a sweet spot he didn't know he even had. even so, he's silent, never once communicating this and instead expressing it through the minor gesture.

•a relationship doesn't quite blossom yet, but the sexual tension between you two is now incredibly obvious to the lin kuei. his gaze lingers, as does yours. the touches during training last a moment longer. your silly little plan of making johnny angry seemed to have blossomed a new... situationship? we'll unpack that some other time.

•the following morning, your phone rings. it's johnny.

•"DID YOU BLOW THE FUCKING ICE NINJA?!"

[carriesthewind]

Good evening everyone! As I said in an answer to a previous ask, there wasn't a public call-in line to listen to the Show Cause Hearing in Mata v Avianca (the ChatGBT lawyer case) today.

However, while we are waiting for a transcript of the hearing (because there was a court reporter! yay!) and a written decision by the judge, we did get this absolutely anxiety-inducing live tweet of the hearing:

(Caveat: this thread was not an official transcript of the hearing and should not be taken as such. It is possible the actual events and statements made in the hearing differ significantly from this report - i.e., take this with a grain of salt and reserve final judgement for the actual transcript.)

I'll put the full thread with some (light) commentary below the cut.* But the overall impression I am left with is that the judge seems to feel this pair of attorneys are treating their duty of candor toward the tribunal with the same seriousness with which they are treating their duty of competence to their clients. (And in this case, that's a very bad thing.)

*The full thread except for a soon-to-follow part 2 because I ran out of space for images again.

(All of the following screenshots are from the above tweet thread by Inner City Press @ innercitypress on twitter, made on June 8, 2023.)

Normally I would overlook that "you, personally," but in this case, you really get the feeling that the judge is concerned that LoDuca might just start talking about what Schwartz did again.

Establishing LoDuca's base of knowledge - he should know how to look up cases and check if they are real; he should know what a real case looks like.

The March 1 submission was the plaintiff's opposition to the motion to dismiss, where they first cited the fake cases.

How bad this answer is depends, I think, on LoDuca's wording here. Best case scenario, his statement about Schwartz was a specific statement about what inquiry was reasonable for him to do under the circumstances (which - for that first filing - I think is actually a reasonable argument. You don't expect your colleague to just make up cases). Worst case, this reads like him trying to wiggle out of his obligations. I will withhold judgement until I see the official transcript.

Rule 11, by the way, refers to Rule 11 of the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure. Rule 11(b) states:

(If you remember the Order to Show Cause, we are dealing with a Rule 11(b)(2) issue here. Rule 11(c) allows the court to impose sanctions for violations of Rule 11(b))

Oh no, bad answer. (If anyone reading this is good at photoshop, I cannot express how badly I want a version of the "this sign can't stop me because I can't read" meme with the sign being the quote from defendant's reply where they say, "The undersigned has not been able to locate this case by caption or citation, nor any case bearing any resemblance to it.")

Oh that is not a good way of characterizing those orders. (Those were the orders, remember, where the Court said, "By April 18, 2022, Peter LoDuca, counsel of record for plaintiff, shall file an affidavit annexing copies of the following cases cited in his submission to this Court: as set forth herein. Failure to comply will result in dismissal of the action pursuant to Rule 41 (b), Fed. R. Civ. P.")

I would simply perish on the spot.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention in my original attempted summary of "Varghese" - the first paragraph states that it is a wrongful death suit by the widow of the passenger. Then the second paragraph states that the passenger was denied boarding on a flight due to overbooking and thus missed his connecting flight and therefore incurred additional expenses. The case was such nonsense that I legitimately forgot about that inconsistency by the time I got to the end.

Your honor I plead "2 stupid 2 sanction."

(I believe the "different fonts" is in reference to the April 25 affidavit, in which the case names - and some of the surrounding text - are in a different font from most of the text in the affidavit. It seems like this is because they may have been copied straight from ChatGPT. See e.g., #3 below. It's hard to tell just based on this twitter thread, though.)

A short and simple answer! You did it!

"I have all the answers I need" is not a good sentence in this context.

Very genuinely: shorter is better here. At least I don't think he hurt himself with that statement.

Judge Castel: How do you conduct legal research?

Schwartz: I research cases.

Judge Castel: Do you read them?

Schwartz: Well, I may have once upon a time, but after hearing you ask that question in this context, I have decided to retire from the practice of law forever and also possibly sink into the ground and die. Also, by answering "yes," here, I just realized that I'm either admitting that I read the cases I submitted and therefore must have known they were fake, or else I just possibly committed perjury. Oh shit oh fuck.

Oh god I'm cringing myself into a pretzel just reading this.

Hey, by the way? You can actually use google (esp. google scholar) to do legal research. (It's not a good tool and you will miss things, but it will do in a pinch.) But. Um. If you know that...why didn't you double check your cases at very least on google when you were told they seemed to be made up?

So, once again, I am going to withhold judgement until I see the actual transcript. That said, if Schwartz did say this, I would like to compare it briefly to a part of the chat transcript he provided to the court. Here is the first question asked about the Montreal Convention in the provided transcript:

"analysis"

Oh god. I can't even provide commentary on this one. I hope this is worse than the actual transcript will prove to be. I'm reading through my fingers like I'm watching a horror movie.

"Misperception" (or "misconception") doesn't work once you have evidence that should cause you to doubt - like not being able to find a case that was supposedly published in the Federal fucking Reporter.

This is overshooting "2 stupid 2 sanction" into "too stupid to function."* You either looked for "Varghese" or you didn't. If you looked for "Varghese," it is not credible that you continued to have a good faith assumption that ChatGPT couldn't lie. If you didn't look up "Varghese," you just lied to the Court under oath.

*Just to be clear: for an ordinary person, this would be a very understandable lack of knowledge issue. A lawyer has no excuse not to know this.

Judge Castel: Mr. Schwartz, I think you have the fucking audacity to try to lie to me to my face in my fucking courtroom.

Honestly at this point I'm surprised he could still talk. I think screaming, "I'm melting, I'm melting!" as he vanished into steam, leaving his crumpled suit behind, would be an appropriate response.

NO.

Oh no, oh honey.

Ok. Two options here (again, assuming he actually fucking said "They said they couldn't find them," in response to the Court asking, "When Avianca said you cited non existent cases?"):

Schwartz is once again trying to purposefully downplay what the defendant's reply brief actually said and dodge responsibility.

Schwartz honestly, truly believes that when the defendant filed a reply containing the line, "The undersigned has not been able to locate this case by caption or citation, nor any case bearing any resemblance to it," they were just asking for assistance with their legal research?!??!

I honestly don't know which is worse.

Oh no....

Oh man, I haven't gone over it here yet, but I think that "I looked up the judge" is a panicked attempt at bringing up a talking point the Professional Responsibility Lawyers raised in their memorandum of law. (Again, I'm giving this reading of his response with the caveat that it is based only on this thread, not the official transcript, which might read very differently and contain different/more info.) The Professional Responsibility attorneys noted in a footnote that two of the judges listed in the "opinion," including the "author," were actual 11th circuit judges, and the other is an actual 5th circuit judge. My read of this footnote was as an extra little detail tossed in by the Professional Responsibility attorneys to try to dress up their argument that the "opinions" had various "indicia of authenticity."

But here's the problem. If Schwartz is telling the truth - if he was reading carefully and critically enough that he bothered to look up the judge (why would you do that if you didn't think the case might be fake?!) there is no way he could have missed that the case was gibberish. Again, if this is really what he said at the hearing, he either lied in the hearing, or he must have know the "opinions" were bogus when he gave them to LoDuca to file.

"Did it cross your mind" - if the court actually said this, oh my god.

Hey, that's the point that I made in my original post(s)!

This whole thing about the "+h" to "th" with the notary date is from the recent affidavits filed on 6/6/23, you can read them about them if you want, I'll be honest, I don't really care as much about the notary stuff so I'm going to skip it for the moment.

....and I've run out of space for images again. Part II to follow shortly!

[mommypieck]

JJK headcannons about having a famous gf? Singer/Actor, i think they’re reactions would be cute lmao

gojo

im not gonna lie, he loves the attention he's getting by being your boyfriend... and your fans don't like him for being too hot. but overall he's the most supportive boyfriend ever. he always yells at all paparazzi at the red carpet so that they can see his pretty girlfriend. as much as he wants to dress so that everyone can see him, he prefers wearing the most boring outfit so that you can shine. gojo follows at least 1000 of your fan accounts and saves all edits your fans make of you.

geto

he's not too trilled about it to be honest. you two met before you got famous so the sudden spotlight was annoying to him. he's jealous of all of your fans and he doesn't like that your fans have a crush on him. but he's super excited when he sees you on tv or in magazines. he even cuts out your photos from the magazines. same as gojo, he wears the most basic outfits so you look amazing next to him. that said, he also loves picking up outfits for you. and he reads all articles that talk about your fashion choice ("no y/n, they said that pink doesn't bring out your eyes.")

nanami

he goes to all castings with you and fights the casters when they don't accept you. nanami does all manager things for you. if you need to bring a coffee? he will. if you need to powder your face? he will do it for you. he tries to be with you on the sets but he can't because of his work, so he just brings you snacks on his break. nanami doesn't like going with you to public events because it's too much attention for him, but he sure as hell will be waiting for you in the backstage or just close in case something happened to you. also likes to flip off paparazzi.

[ineffable-suffering]

Why Aziraphale is an unreliable narrator

Part 2: The Story of wee Morag

This is Part 2 of 3 total metas. Here are:

Part 1, in case you want to read about my analysis of the Story of Job first

and Part 3, in case you're impatient and want to jump ahead.

Fair warning though, for the sake of understanding some of the references, you're probably better off reading this chaptered meta chronologically. However, every part should work just as well as a standalone! I'll do my very best to make it so.

Alright, off or on you go beyond the cutty cut!

I'll start this second part off with a very brief summary of the main take aways and points from Part 1, which go as such:

Memory, as opposed to a third party's narration, is not a factual, objective retelling of a story or event. It's mingled and mangled with emotions, imaginations and exaggerations, projecting both the feelings and impressions you had back then as well as those you might have now in the present time back on whatever it is you are remembering. (Which is why we need to put everything that Aziraphale is remembering into the context of what he might have felt in the past, as well as what he's feeling right now.)

While this doesn't mean his (or anyone's) memories are lies, it does mean they're a very subjective and sometimes factually distorted representation of what actually happened, which, in our case, gives us a lot of subtext and a lot of not-there furniture to figure out and look at.

So, let's continue with S2E3 and the Story of wee Morag. We start our flashback with a scene of Aziraphale writing his diary entry on the 10th of November, 1827. Immediately, it's firmly established that this is once again not an outside-point-of-view narration, but rather what Aziraphale remembers and wrote down.

One thing that immediately stuck out to me here, is how helpful and kind Crowley is to Elspeth, pretty much from the very beginning when they meet her in the graveyard. Not only does he take on a Scottish accent so she won't perceive him as English (as she does with Aziraphale), but he also helps her drag the barrel that has the fresh body in it and, in the end, even pulls it all by himself while Elspeth simply follows behind them. Here's a rather poor-quality picture, for reference:

Now, we know that despite not showing it very often, Crowley has always been very fond of the humans and never really put himself on a pedestal simply because he's an immortal being himself. He likes humans, just like Aziraphale does. But, just like this story will tell us, Crowley knows that on top of liking humans, you can't just put them into boxes of good and evil and expect them to always do what is supposedly the "right" or "divinely good" thing to do. (Which is what differentiates him from Aziraphale in the way he understands and treats them, as we're shown in this minisode).

Him immediately and unspokenly helping Elspeth with dragging the barrel therefore might also be a first sign of a tiny projection from present day Aziraphale, as opposed to what Crowley might have actually done (probably just walked beside her, like Aziraphale) because he has the knowledge that Crowley really was so very kind to her in the end, wasn't he? And that he's kind to humans in general. ("Not kind! Off my head on Laudanum!" Sure, babe.)

Most of this minisode, in my opinion, is actually there to establish how Aziraphale's view of morality and good vs. evil used to be quite flawed and elitist –– and how Crowley has always been there to gently nudge him towards questioning his black and white view of heavenly right and hellishly wrong. That's why I think there's not as many hints in this minisode about Aziraphale's memories not being an accurate portrayal of what happened, as there are in the Story of Job or the magic show in 1941. (And, fear not, the latter will definitely be the most hint-heavy one). Alas, there's still a few bits and bobs in the Story of wee Morag that stuck out to me, that make a brief yet good case of the whole unreliable narration thing.

First of all: The way Aziraphale describes all of it in his diary is so different from the way we see him actually remembering it. It's almost like he tried to write this entry (and possibly all of his diary) as a bit of a thrilling short story, with himself as the main character. Which makes sense, given the fact that he adores books and would certainly be keen on dabbling in the art of capital-w Writing himself. It's yet again hinting at the fact that sometimes people (and angels) try to polish and bedazzle stories (and memories) to make them seem more exciting and adventurous, often to distract from the not-so-fun parts of it.

Like when Aziraphale's diary narrates:

"It was with heavy heart we arrived at Elspeth's destination. I was determined to thwart her monstrous plan!"

... and yet we see Crowley and Elspeth casually walking down the alleyway, very obviously not heavy-hearted in the slightest, while Aziraphale nervously scurries on behind them, very obviously not determined to thwart. (Timestamp-wise, it's around 17:38 in S2E3, in case you want to see for yourself.)

We get another cinematographic/auditory hint at the fact that Aziraphale's memory is heavily influenced by what he's feeling that very moment, when Dr. Mister Dalrymple –– FRCSE, thank you very much –– shows him the tumor he removed from the seven year old boy. You can see the shock and horror on Aziraphale's face once he learns of this child's cruel fate. We then proceed to hear Mr. Dalrymple's voice grow sort of echo-y and far away as the sad music swells up and drowns out his voice almost completely. It's awfully similar to what it feels like when really horrible news are broken to you and you dissociate and drift into a state of shock. Here's the clip of it, so you may listen for yourself:

It's clear that this is a very subjective portrayal of what Aziraphale is going through during this part of the memory. He's deeply horrified and saddened about the little boy having passed away so early in life – and we hear and feel this shock with him. Through him, because this is his memory. Whatever it is he's feeling and thinking, we're feeling and thinking it too because we're seeing it through his lense.

Another (less sad) hint at a possible exaggeration is the abnormally deep hole Crowley makes the two graveyard watch keepers fall into. I'm pretty sure he's very much in charge of his miracles, making this random slip-up seem a little silly – which is why I'm also pretty sure the "Might have slightly overdone it on that hole" is a wee bit of a meta hint at this just being another one of Aziraphale's dramatic bedazzlements of this story. For the *flings feather boa around neck* drama!

You know what else might be exaggerated? Hm, I dunno, maybe Crowley growing into the size of a tree for no apparent reason. Sure, yes, he's pretty high on Laudanum which is making him a bit loopy. But apart from that, it does seem an awfully big cinematographic euphemism for him being the metaphorical (and, once again, for the drama of it) literal bigger person in this scenario. He's the one who ends up saving Elspeth and who manages to secure a safe life without poverty and grave robbing for her. While Aziraphale was so tangled up in his own moral journey and main character-ism, missing that wee Morag was seconds away from death already, Crowley is the one who actually ends up growing stepping up for the human in need and saving them for good (pun intended).

In a way, it might just be Aziraphale's view of/feelings for Crowley in this very moment. Watching the demon outgrow what, according to Aziraphale's heavenly logic, is supposed to be a foul fiend, bestowing evil upon humanity – and growing into someone who does the exact opposite and saves Elspeth instead. Another larger-than-life character development, in Aziraphale's eyes. Literally.

Let's switch back to the topic of the diary entry one last time, so I can make my final point of the this minisode's unreliable and a smidge over-dramatic narration of Dr. McFell. If you pay close attention, Aziraphale starts the entry we're all getting to experience with: "Last month, Crowley and I both happened to be in Edinburgh." Which means it didn't actually happen on the 10th of November, but rather at some point in October, 1827. Once we see Crowley get hydro-pumped back to Hell after rescuing Elspeth, the minisode ends with, presumably, the last sentence of Aziraphale's diary entry: "And that was the last I would see of Crowley for quite some time."

Take my hand and let's look at where the furniture isn't: This very clearly means that Crowley couldn't have been gone for more than a month, at best. Read again: "It happened last month and that was the last I would see of him for quite some time." This, albeit indirectly, clearly implies that when Aziraphale had sat down to write the diary entry, he had already run into Crowley again. Otherwise his phrasing would have probably been more along the lines of "... and I haven't seen Crowley since" or "... and Crowley has yet to return from wherever it is Hell's currently keeping him".

What's the point I'm trying to make? Good question. I guess my main point of storyteller Aziraphale being a bit over-dramatic in his narration is simply backed up by this, since A Single Month would barely pass as "quite some time" for an immortal being like him. And yet that's how he puts it, in his little Confidential Journals of A.Z. Fell, Vol. 603.

And another point that has absolutely nothing to do with the topic of this meta (but I'm still gonna make it 'cause this is my memory post): The meeting at St. Jame's Park in 1862 that so many, post-S2, took to be their first run-in after the Story of wee Morag, actually wasn't that at all. They saw each other at least once only a month later, as Aziraphale's diary lets us know. Which explains why he wasn't very surprised or concerned when he met Crowley in London, 1862. If there really had been 35 years in between those two events, the first one ending with Crowley being sucked back Downstairs to receive more than three decades worth of hellish punishment, wouldn't Aziraphale have been at least a tiny bit worried or more interested than:

Just saying.

Alright, let's string this inflated hot air balloon of a post back together so we can outline some invisible furniture. This time with only two humble points:

Crowley through Aziraphale's lense Backed up by how we are introduced to Bildad the Shuhite in the Job minisode (suave, cheeky, smart, passionate in shoemaking and obstetrics), it's growing quite clear that Aziraphale's memories and impressions of Crowley are very fond and impressed ones. He sees him as someone who's not only witty, funny and cool, but also as someone who has figured out way sooner and faster than him that nothing's ever black and white. Not God's plans and not the human's choices either.

Aziraphale as a bit of an exaggerating adventure author With the direct parallel we get of inkslinger journalist!Aziraphale in the present day, it's quite apparent after this minisode that Aziraphale's memory is not only deeply influenced by his emotions, but that he also tends to have a bit of a dramatic touch to him. Although, you gotta give it to the guy: A month without seeing the love of your life, even if said life is eternal, can indeed seem like "quite some time".

Well, would you lookie here, we've reached the end of Part 2! What a journey it was. I hope you forgive me for the fact that I drifted off-course a few times. I just can't seem to reel in my silly little observations, even if they've got nothing to do with the point I'm trying to make. But hey, doesn't that just make me a little bit like Aziraphale's storytelling, in a way?

I'll let you be the judge of that.

See you in Part 3! And in case you haven't snuck a peak yet: here's Part 1 again.

Ta!

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hi Kat! Congratulations on your 2k followers!

I'd like to request a post-war drabble taking place on their shared home in Marley. Just after when Levi and reader got home after giving birth to their baby, Levi decides to take care of the baby because of his insomia. All while reader was peacefully resting.

*kicks down door* I NEED LEVI WITH BABY NOW kdjfksdjf

A New Dad | 2K Follower Event | Post-War Dadvi Drabble

✧ word count ➼ < 700 ✧ notes ➼ post-war, fluff, i suck at titles don't judge me >:(

It was late into the night.

The war was over. There were no more Titans to fight, no more lives to be lost to an enemy that seemed impossible to defeat.

Unfortunately, that didn't mean anything to Levi's insomnia. He still couldn't sleep.

That, plus the fact that you had just given birth to his child just a few hours ago, meant that tonight was one of the many nights in which he knew he wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon.

He looked over at you and was relieved to see that you were fast asleep. Even with how noisy the streets of this Marleyan neighborhood could get, you were completely knocked out. It wasn't too surprising. You did just push a baby out, after all.

It wasn't the same case for your child. His eyes immediately snapped over towards the wall at the front of the bedroom that had your child's nursery on the other side.

Not wanting to wake you, Levi gently pushed himself off the bed, hoping that he would be able to get to your crying baby before you woke up from it. You needed the rest.

His gaze softened as he walked into the nursery, your baby coming into view. As he approached, his mind was reeling, with him still being in shock that she existed and that he was now a dad.

He reached down and picked her up, still surprised at how light she was.

"Can't sleep?" he murmured. "Neither can I."

He knew it was much too early to know if she'd share the same sleeping patterns as he did, but he certainly hoped not.

Levi rested her on his shoulder, patting her back to soothe her as he paced from the nursery to the living room, silently grateful that his knee wasn't bugging him too much at the moment.

It did hurt after a while though, so he circled the living room a few times before making his way back to the nursery.

He glanced over at your child with his good eye, noticing that she had fallen back asleep as he was walking around. He patted her back for a few more minutes before he gently placed her back down in the crib.

It was surreal how small she was. He had spent all nine months preparing to be a dad, but he still found himself in shock now that she was in front of his eyes.

Once he was able to see that she was sound asleep, he quietly left the nursery, leaving the door cracked in case she woke up again.

You were still passed out, having turned onto your other side with your arm reaching for Levi's side of the bed, likely searching for him in your sleep after he had gotten up.

He lifted your arm as he crawled back under the blankets. You seemed to notice that he was back in bed, immediately squeezing yourself between his arms and resting your head against his chest. By your breathing pattern, he could tell that you were still mostly asleep—as you should be after spending nearly the first half of the day trying to squeeze a human out of you.

Levi pulled you in, planting a kiss at the top of your head. He felt you take a deep breath, burying your face further into his chest as you tightened your squeeze on him.

His good eye flashed down towards you as he heard you mumbling something underneath your breath.

"Hmm?" he gently shifted as you looked up at him.

Being still half-asleep, you didn't respond, only shifting up a bit to gently plant your lips against his, grateful that he was there after the exhausting events of the past day.

The last thing you were able to process was the soft feeling of his lips on yours, with his hand squeezing at your waist as he pulled you in closer, before dozing off to sleep within the warmth and safety of his arms.

[devildomditzy]

Wincing, you continue to wrap the mess of bandages around your damaged hand. Sure, you weren’t new to teleportation, and you can't even begin to count the times where Solomon failed to remind you to “stick the landing”, but you’re not sure if teleportation through time played by the same rules.

You’re lucky. Mammon caught you before you could hit the ground, because of course he does. Hell, just last week he caught you before you could trip your clumsy ass down the stairs in the hallway. Even in non threatening situations, his intuition to protect you over all else shone through his tough guy façade.

You instantly clung to him, because well, it’s him. Once you both landed, you leaned into his embrace. Though by now you were used to random cases of danger invading your daily life in the Devildom, plummeting from the sky unexpectedly is still enough to shake you up.

You let out a stuttering breath.

“Thanks, Mammon. I have absolutely no idea how I teleported up there. Maybe I don’t have as good a grip on my sorcery as I thought.”

You look up at him with a small smile, the one you know drives him crazy.

He returns it with a blank stare.

“How’d ya know my name?”

Something was clearly wrong.

“Not to be facetious, but I could heal that for you, you know. You could heal that for you.”

You glare up from your spot on the bed to make eye contact with Solomon.

“Gee, thanks for the reminder.”

His lips purse together in a thin line in a valiant attempt to hold back his laughter as he steps closer to you.

“You’ve got to admit, though unexpected, this turn of events is quite humorous, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m thousands of years in the past, my friends and boyfriend don’t recognize me, and I’ve only got you to keep me company. Hilarious.”

His lips upturn in a devious smirk. You hate that smirk.

“Aw, is it so bad to have to live with me? We’ve got all of Cocytus Hall to ourselves. I could wake up everyday and cook breakfast-"

“Please don’t.”

“We can divide up the chores, it’ll be like we’re newlyweds.”

Your wrapping halts so that you could look up at the pain in your ass. You need to ensure he sees the way you scrunch up your face in disgust.

“If I wasn’t in so much pain I’d slap you, but I won’t, consider it a favor.”

You continue wrapping the roll around your palm tightly, just like Mammon had taught you, as he did once before, right after you’d just met. A moment you remembered fondly, one of the first times that he hinted that he might see you as more than a friend. Even if he had a weird way of showing it. The thought makes you smile.

“Well, can we consider it a favor that I followed you all the way out here to ensure your wellbeing?”

You roll your eyes so hard he could probably hear them moving in your skull.

“Oh please, it’s you we’re talking about. There has to be some ulterior motive.”

He seems to pretend to ponder for a bit before tilting his head to the side.

“Ah, was I really that obvious?”

“Of course you were. 'Solomon the Wise' is anything but subtle,” you say, jeering his silly little nickname in a mocking tone.

A small chuckle shakes his head. “Well, I do really want to keep you safe, and return us back to our time with minimal temporal damage, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested to see what this time period had in store.”

You stop once again to give him a confused side eye. “Didn’t you already live this time period?”

His eyes seem to look a little far off, as they typically do when he’s lost in thought. “It was so long ago, I truly don’t remember much of it.”

“Hmm,” you hum finishing up the last of the wrapping and securing it in place. You attempt to flex your hand to the best of your ability. You swear you heard a pop. Your eyes begin to well up.

“Why aren’t you letting either of us heal you again?”, he questions after seeing your pained expression.

“I told you," you frown looking down at your sorry excuse for first aid. "I need a reminder that this isn’t some convoluted dream, or one of Levi’s weird games.”

“The fact that the brothers don’t remember you isn’t reminder enough?”

You know he’s joking, but Solomon always finds a way to get right under your skin in the worst way.

The tears that once threatened to bubble over begin to fall silently, streaking your face as you purposefully avoid eye contact.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it, truly.”

You’re both quite for a moment. Surprisingly, the air in the room isn't awkward. It's just... solemn.

He breaks the silence first.

“I know how hard this must be for you, considering how close you all are. To be honest, I'm kind of jealous. So many people care for you so fiercely across all realms.”

You sniffle, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“You didn’t see the way he looked at me, Sol. It was like I was nothing to him. He didn't even look at me like that the day I met him. ”

He sits down beside you on the bed, pulling an arm around you, allowing you to collapse into him.

“He only looked at you like that because here he doesn’t know you yet. In case you've forgotten, you weren’t exactly born yet,” he teases.

He gets a small chuckle out of you with that one.

As you calm down, you begin to really reflect on what you know, and what he’s told you so far.

“Wait, you mentioned temporal damage before. What did you mean by that?”

“That’s a tricky one. to explain. But I guess to put it in layman's terms; You cannot, no matter what happens, tell anyone that you and I are from the future. Doing so could have dire consequences.”

“Like, it could change how things happened in our time?”

“Precisely.”

“And doing so would cause-”

“Temporal damage, yes.”

You give a dejected sigh. “Doesn’t even matter if I tell them anyway, they’d never believe me.”

“On the off chance that any of them do, or you convince them of the fact, our original timeline could fall apart.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you might never get to go back to the brothers you know today.”

You can’t hide the worry that flashes on your face, even if it was just for a second. You’re the two most powerful sorcerers the world has seen for a very long time, and yet you feel so powerless.

“I-I can’t really feel them anymore. Their pacts, I mean. They’re so faint. B-But, it worked on Satan! So they have to still be in tact, right?”

Solomon smiles at the little glimmer of hope lighting up your face.

“Yes, it’s true that you haven’t formed your pacts yet in this time period, but you’re still the same you from the present. The invisible bonds you share between yourself and the brothers are still connected.”

“How is that even possible?”

“MC," he sighs, trying to figure out the best way to explain. " You didn’t die in our timeline. You didn’t leave, you didn’t cast any spells or trigger any curse. You were just gone. There only thing I could trace was this slight time distortion, so I went off the only lead I had. I’m glad I did.”

“I’m glad too, or I’m afraid I would be dead by now.”

“If I didn’t go after you, I’d be dead by now too”, he laughs, “The brothers aren’t too forgiving when it comes to you.”

The notion fills you stomach with a warm feeling. A warm, thick, bittersweet feeling.

You still have the boys, but they don’t know you yet.

You still have your magic, but not nearly as strong.

You’re not alone, but neither of you have any inkling on how to get back.

Meanwhile in a place in time thousands of years from where you sit now, seven panicked demons are tearing their realm apart high and low to try to find any trace of you.

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I want your tongue twister; got me beggin' for your head spinner!

Now, when you heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that Choso was an eater, you took it with a grain of salt. You hadn’t seen him talk to anyone since about a year ago, but that was when he broke up with his ex (who you’d assume was the one who started the rumor); she cheated or something like that; you didn’t give a damn because you had a boyfriend at the time. But that was a year ago. And Choso looked fine now. He’d had a bit of glow-up since then, doing a new hairstyle since he let his hair grow out, some tattoos, and working out a bit. He also became a little more social, still keeping to himself but a little more outgoing at parties and whatnot. You’d never really had a conversation with him, only ever seeing him on campus, both of you wrapped up in conversations to really notice each other. That was until right now.

I want it, I want it; let's get loud!

“CHOSO, CHOSO, CHOSO!”

They’d all been doing a strikeout competition, which pretty much consisted of taking a hit of a blunt, doing a shot, chugging a beer, and then, finally, exhaling. Most guys throw up or can’t even make it past the shot, but Choso had won three times now, which everyone was pretty damn excited about. You’d think he’d be hammered now, but technically, it had only been three shots, so no biggie, but they were tequila shots. He was a little tipsy, laughing as Yuuji raised his hand in celebration, the other guys getting hyped and banging on their chests, walking up to give him dap. Once the main event pretty much ended, you went to walk away until:

“Wait, wait, wait, you guys gotta see him do this thing!”

“Nah, Yuuji, I don’t think I can right now.”

“Nonsense, we got you; somebody get the damn cherries out the fridge.”

Now what the fuck were they gonna do with that? They brought them up to Choso, sitting them on the counter as everyone watched him pull one out the case.

“Fuck it.”

Choso put it in his mouth; what, he was gonna take a shot with a cherry in his mouth? That’s pretty basic compared to what he was just doing. Except he hadn’t taken a shot after. And did he eat the whole damn thing? What about the-

“HOLY SHIT HE DID IT!”

Choso stuck out his tongue, the stem of the cherry tied into a heart. Everyone went batshit, completely impressed by the trick. His friends, yet again, hyped him up. He looked around at everyone smiling, that was, until he made eye contact with you. And what did you look like? Flustered as fuck. When he pulled it onto his tongue, you felt something in the pit of your stomach, which shot straight on down. It was pretty fuckin’ hot. But why were you so excited? Because it proved, he really was an eater.

‘Cause I can't fight the feeling of your tongue twister, I want it!

You’d walked away after that; he’d gotten a rise out of you for sure, and you had to go cool down. You’d found Nobara and Mai by the pool, drinking some punch and smiling at you as you walked up to them.

“Told you!”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think he was gonna do that!”

“It’s a party trick, ya know. Yuuji on his shoulder, it was bound to happen.”

“You say that like you’ve seen it before!”

“‘Cause we have. He’s just not my type.”

Nobara shook her head in agreement, leaving you surprised. 

“Now, go get some punch and loosen up; we’re about to play beer pong soon.”

So fine girl, I must be dreamin'...

“Fine.”

With that, you walked back to the kitchen, grabbed a cup of punch, and headed back to-

“Hey.”

You almost jumped out of your damn skin. You knew it was him, you’d recognize his voice from earlier, but when you turned around, you hadn’t expected to see him like this. His eyes were half-lidded, bloodshot from being high probably, and flushed a bit from the alcohol. He leaned against the counter, eyes looking up at you.

“Um, hey.”

Now, Choso wasn’t a homewrecker. He thought you were pretty damn cute, but he knew you had a boyfriend, so he backed off. That was until tonight when he caught eyes with you and asked Yuuji about you, who told him you’d broken up with your ex a year ago, but Yuuji wasn’t always a reliable source. So, Choso was feeling a little hot, in a horny way; you possibly being single put a fire under his ass. So now, he was talking to you.

“Saw you earlier; why didn’t you play?”

“Oh, not really my type of game?”

“No? Why’s that?”

“I’m not a big tequila drinker. Um, my friends are waiting, so I should probably get going.”

You felt so hot; you had to go back to Mai and Nobara. There was no way you could keep doing this, especially when he looked like that, like some sort of animal that wanted to eat you alive. But then again, after tonight, that wasn’t so bad. You shot him a little wave and walked off; now you just had to find out where-

“Wait a second.”

He’d grabbed your arm now, not enough to hurt you, but enough to shift your attention back to him with a look that said you weren’t going anywhere. So, you didn’t.

“Um, what’s up?”

“You know, I gotta tell you somethin’.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“I think you’re real pretty. Usually, yeah, but tonight, your curves look pretty damn good in that dress.”

You wanted to respond; truly, you did, but you completely froze when he looked you dead in your eyes. You were about to die; your panties were probably fucking soaked from all this interaction with him. You were fuckin’ melting when he brought his hand behind your waist, bringing you closer to him. Choso brought his lips up to your ear, licking the skin there. He didn’t really give a fuck if you had a boyfriend at this point.

I’m comin' in, and you got me talkin'…

“Can I eat your pussy?” 

“Can you do wha-”

”You heard me, princess.” 

“Um, I uh-” 

“Meet me, upstairs bathroom, five minutes.”

With that, he let you go, walking off somewhere in the party. You were nearly panting. The fuck did he just ask you? You found Mai and Nobara at the ping pong tables, unable to speak.

“Oh, there you are. You okay?”

“Yeah, I just- um, I gotta go, uh, use the bathroom! But, I have to, um, just don’t check on me, I’ll be fine.”

“Uh, okay, girl. Call us if you need us.”

“Yeah, no problem!”

You walked away from them, still in shock from what was about to happen. He’d said 5 minutes, right? You could use the other 3 to get in there and cool off; try to act normal about this. You scurried up the stairs, controlling your breathing as you opened the bathroom door.

 It's about time; let my lips start walkin'!

“Here early, huh?”

Choso pulled you into the bathroom, making sure no one was looking and locking it behind him. He turned to look at you, walking up and kissing you softly. You felt like someone was putting you on ice, calming down a bit, but mostly because you didn’t want him to feel you shaking in anticipation. He was so laid back, pulling away to look at you.

“Why ya so nervous?”

“Is that even a question? You told me a couple minutes ago you wanted to eat me out, and now, we’re here for you to do that.”

He chuckled and brought his hands under your ass, lifting you to sit on the counter. He massaged your hips as he looked into your eyes, kissing you again, bringing his hand up to the back of your neck to deepen it. You couldn't help but bring your hands up to his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand found its way to the arch in your back. Your fingers ran through his hair, and you swore you heard him groan a little into the kiss. He pulled away from you, half-lidded eyes looking at you up and down.

“Got a question for ya.”

“What’s that?”

“You got a boyfriend?”

“No, but it’s a little too late for that, huh?”

“Nah, I’d have you in here either way.”

Now you wanna make my head drop…

You blushed at his confidence as he brought his lips back to you, this time on your collarbones, sucking lightly as his hand rested on your thigh. When he got to the top of your dress, he came up and gave you a quick kiss, letting your straps down and hooking his fingers in the front of it to pull it down; your tits falling out. He brought his hand up to massage them, his mouth next to your ear again.

“Nice tits, princess.”

You felt your body perk up at his comment, making him chuckle as he brought his mouth down, taking a nipple in his mouth. That tongue of his was just getting started, sucking in and kissing your nipples as you moaned into his touch.  He’d been smiling at your positive reaction, bringing a hand down your body, feeling your pussy through your thong. He came up to your mouth and kissed you, smiling as his hand kept massaging your panty-clad pussy.

“This wet for me? I’m honored.”

God, you wished he’d shut the fuck up. Not because you didn’t like what he was saying, but because it was a little too physically effective. Choso was a little excited now, high on, well, high in general, but also on how worked up you’d gotten for him. Hooking his fingers in your thong, he pulled it down your legs, kissing the skin that led to the way back up. He had your body like putty in his hands, grabbing your ass and bringing you closer to the edge of the counter so he could get a good look at you. With two fingers, he spread your lips, precum soaking his fingers as he smiled at your reaction to him finally touching you.

Getcha in ya sweet spot…

“So fuckin’ pretty…”

Choso brought your legs over his shoulder, kissing your inner thighs as you squirmed, dying for him to touch you how you wanted. He chuckled at your reaction, then got to work. He brought his lips down to your pussy, letting his tongue split your folds like he was knocking on the damn door. That is until he opened the door for himself, sticking his tongue inside of you, dipping deep to make sure he could really taste you. You’d been moaning out, trying to keep as quiet as possible to ensure you didn’t alert anyone that the bathroom was extremely occupied.

Meanwhile, he was shamelessly groaning, exploring you like a hidden treasure. It was really when he moved his tongue to your clit that you were groaning his name, fingers in his hair as he lapped you up. He started slow, but then anticipation got the best of him, licking you up like his life depended on it. He felt too fuckin’ good, your pussy basically screaming at the satisfaction. 

He’d opened your legs with his hands at this point; you were so stimulated you couldn’t keep them closed. Then, there was that fuckin’ eye contact. He shot darts at you, watching your every move, closing your eyes, throwing your head back; he wanted to see it all. You’d arch your back every time he licked your clit up and down and pulled your body forward every time he circled it. Like a fuckin’ movie, and he was the director. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer; that fire inside of you was burning up, getting hotter by the second. At this point, you were grinding your pussy against his face, feeling him smile as you begged him to make you cum.

“I’m close…”

Choso kept going, this time a little slower, teasing you to hold out a little longer. He wasn’t quite done having fun. He’d decided he wanted to feel your pussy on his fingers before you came, pumping them in and out of you real slow but curling them up to hit that spot inside of you. With a final look at you, he picked up the pace with his tongue again, bringing his fingers out so his hands could keep your legs still. You were goin’ crazy, gripping the sink, his hair, anything, trying to brace yourself for what was about to come. And then, you came. You threw your head back as your body tensed up, hand steady in his hair. He brought his hand up to cover your mouth before you could get loud, feeling you screaming his name into his hand. 

Choso stood up now, wiping his face off and kissing you on your neck. He held you as you came down, head falling on his shoulder from how hard you came. He found your dress on the floor, putting it on you as you came to. You were spent. You had to hold your arms over his shoulders as he slid it up your body, kissing you when he brought it all the way up, and lastly, bringing his mouth to your ear.

“Such a good girl for me.”

Gonna make your body go crazy!

I want it; I want it one more time…

When you woke up the next day, it felt like almost nothing had happened until you saw the hickeys on your neck and legs. And you in Choso’s T-shirt. And his sheets. You immediately called Mai and Nobara to see what the hell happ-

“Oh, you’re up!”

Choso walked into the room, freshly showered, briefs hanging low on his waist that were quite thin, despite the very, um, thing they were meant to cover up.

“What happened last night? I know we-wait, did we?!”

“No, not all. After I ate you out, you damn near passed out, so I brought you back here to my place and gotcha all cleaned up, ya know, shower and took your makeup off. Then I put a shirt on you and laid you in my bed, so I took the couch. Didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”

“Oh, um, thank you?”

“No problem, princess.”

He walked over to his dresser to get some clothes out, hanging his towel over the back of his chair. You know you probably shouldn’t, but you had to know; the thought was itching you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to talk to you about your, um, reputation.”

“Oh, you talkin’ bout the rumors and stuff?”

“Yeah, those.”

Choso came over and sat with you on the bed, rubbing your thigh as he spoke.

“Yeah, I’ve heard ‘em. What people don’t know is that it originally came from Yuuji. The first time I did that cherry thing, he joked and said I looked like an eater, you know, like someone who, anyways, then it pretty much caught on. A lot of girls walk up to me these days, asking about its truthfulness and if they can test it out, but I’m not a very promiscuous guy. My last girl was last year, and that ended pretty toxic.”

I can't find the words to sing it: tongue twister! I want it, I want it!

“So, uh, why did you eat me out?”

“Well, I told you last night. I think you’re cute. I’ve seen you around for a while, but you're always in conversations with someone, I’m not one to interrupt. When I got a little fucked up last night, my dick pretty much told me to make a move, so here we are. I totally get if you’re not like looking for anything more than-”

“It’s not like that at all, um. It’s just surprising to hear you say all that.”

“So, what you’re saying is you do want that?”

“Um, I uh, yeah…”

He brought his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. When he pulled back from you, he gave you a smile as he blushed, but that ended pretty quickly when he brought his mouth to your ear.

“So, wanna go again?”

I wanna get you in a tongue twister, tied up in a tongue twister!

♱ the song used in this story is tongue twister by cash cash. 🖤

(this work is very different than my others! I encourage you to read speed. or fruit.)

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Emergency Contact (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: injuries while deployed, stitches, bandages, angst (deals with the events from Deployment Diaries Parts 18 and 19)

When Bradley asked you to be his emergency contact, you were overjoyed. This meant he was serious serious. He must have told his mom at some point that he was going to switch it, and she must have agreed that it was a good idea. You'd call Carole and Goose if anything happened. Of course you would. 

But that had always been a far off scenario in your mind. Something that was never actually likely to happen. You'd never expected the day to arrive where you had to be the one answering the horrific phone call.

"This is Admiral Priscilla Franklin. I have you listed as the emergency contact for Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw."

"Oh," you gasped. Your hand came up to your forehead as you slowly sank down to sit on the kitchen floor in your yoga pants and sports bra.

"I'm afraid there's been an accident."

You felt yourself on the verge of hyperventilating. You were listening to Admiral Franklin, but her words weren't making sense. You'd barely been able to confirm your full name for her.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw was involved in a mission related incident. I can't provide you with much more information than that."

Your eyes were filled with tears as you choked out the words, "Is he okay?"

There was such a long pause. Part of you wished that Bradley had kept Carole as his emergency contact, because now you were going to have to be the one to soften the blow about an injury to her instead of the other way around. 

Unless it was worse than that. Admiral Franklin wasn't saying anything. What if it was worse than an injury? You were laying flat on the floor, your tongue too heavy and awkward in your mouth as you gagged. 

But you needed to know right now. "Is he okay?" you demanded louder, sucking air into your burning lungs."He's stable at the moment. We are waiting for him to regain consciousness. He has broken ribs, lacerations and most likely a grade three concussion."

He was alive.

As you got some scant details about what happened, you started sobbing. When you ended the call, you collected Tramp in your arms, and he licked your face all over. Someone would be contacting you the following day about collecting Bradley from the San Diego International Airport like he was a piece of lost luggage. 

You didn't want to call his parents. It was so late in Virginia, you would most certainly be waking them up. But when you looked at your lock screen, it was a photo of you and Bradley with Goose and Carole when you'd been in Virginia for Thanksgiving last year, and you just cried harder until you could barely see through the tears.

Once you managed to prop yourself up against the cabinets, you wiped your nose all over Bradley's soft UVA shirt and forced your fingers to work. Unlock the phone. Go to your contacts. Locate the Bradshaws' home number. Tap it. Your hand was still shaking when you heard Carole's voice loud and sharp after just two rings.

"Sweet Girl. Tell me what's wrong."

Your body was shaking with wretched sobs as you tried to get the words out. "He was in an accident. A bad ejection. He's unconscious but still alive."

You'd never seen Carole upset before. She always seemed to know what to do. And even now, while her voice shook slightly as she woke her husband up, she sounded so strong. 

You heard Goose's groggy voice, and you relayed all of the information you had. 

"We'll be out tomorrow," Carole said immediately.

"No," you replied softly. "I think you should wait until I know when he's coming home. Just in case he doesn't even come back to San Diego. The Admiral mentioned seeing a specialist."

There was a long pause on the other end of the call as you wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your boyfriend's shirt. "You'll keep us updated?" Goose asked. "And you'll tell us if you change your mind and want us to come out now so you're not alone?"

"Of course," you adamantly insisted. "I'll call as soon as I hear anything at all."

Then Carole's voice was back, and it was as reassuring as talking to your own mother. "The instant you tell us to get to San Diego or anywhere else, we'll be on our way. So you just give us the word, and we're coming, Sweet Girl."

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You were barely given any notice at all. Six hours from now, you needed to pick Bradley up from the airport. Apparently he could walk on his own, which was the best news you could imagine hearing. You called Carole and gave her the update, and she purchased tickets for the first flight out the following morning while she was on the phone with you. 

But nothing prepared you for the mess you found when you finally laid eyes on him. "Oh, Roo. Oh, Bradley." You covered your mouth with your hands. He truly looked terrible. His face was swollen and bruised, and you could see stitches peeking out all over the place. His left arm was bandaged and resting in a sling. But he was smiling down at you as you wiped tears from your eyes, and he ran his right hand along your hair.

"Can I touch you?" you asked softly, and Bradley slipped his right hand around your waist, slowly pulling you closer until your body was gently touching his.

"Please touch me, Sweetheart. It's the only thing that will make me feel better."

You laughed through your tears as you let one hand rest gently on his chest. "You scared me," you whispered, throat tight with emotion. "Like a whole lot, Roo." You let your other hand trail up over his neck and swollen cheeks, avoiding the clusters of stitches when you could.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he whispered back, kissing the tears on your cheeks.

It wasn't an easy task, but you got him home and cleaned up and into bed. He was having a hard time breathing, and the ninety-eight stitches on his left arm were almost enough to turn your stomach. His handsome face was creased with pain, even after you helped him take his medication. But every time he whispered your name or laced his fingers gently with yours, you couldn't help but smile. 

Very carefully, you climbed in bed next to him and pushed his hair back from his forehead before you kissed him. "Your parents will be out tomorrow. They can't wait to see you."

"Thanks for taking care of everything and letting them know what happened," he murmured, the pain medication finally kicking in and helping his big body relax. "You're the best. I love you." He was thankfully asleep before you could even return the sentiment. 

The next morning, he only woke long enough for you to change his bandages and give him a million kisses and feed him some toast in bed. You felt wrung out and overly emotional and exhausted by the time you heard Tramp run for the front door. It must be Goose and Carole since you told them to just let themselves inside when they arrived. But when you looked down at the old sweats and Bradley's undershirt you had been wearing, you felt your cheeks grow warm. 

You looked like a mess. Your bedroom, bathroom and kitchen were a mess. They were about to see how bad their son looked as he napped in bed, and on top of everything else, you looked terrible too right now. 

But before you could even fully register your embarrassment, Carole's petite form was standing in your bedroom doorway with Goose behind her, Tramp jumping up to try to get his attention. 

"Oh, Sweet Girl," she sighed, glancing at Bradley and then looking back at you. "You wonderful, sweet thing." She had tears in her eyes as she approached you. "Look how well he's doing. Oh, Goose, look how she's taking care of him."

You let Carole collect you in a hug, and you sagged against her, too tired to try to explain to her that you were tired and out of your element. Instead you just let her hold you as Goose kissed the top of your head and made his way to sit in the dining room chair that you'd carried in and set right next to Bradley's side of your bed. 

"Let Goose sit with him until he wakes up and needs you, okay?" she whispered. "And then the four of us can talk together."

"Okay," you agreed softly. Because while it was a privilege to be Bradley's emergency contact, it felt nice to not have to take care of everything alone now. 

Carole led you into the hallway. "Let's get you fed, and then I'll help you get yourself in the bath. And later on, Goose can walk Tramp while I make dinner. And then you can focus on Bradley like I know you want to, and he can focus on you. And we'll be here to take care of everything else."

"That sounds good."

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you kept me like a secret—Miguel O'Hara

🕸synopsis: you are done being his little secret

🕸tags: fem!reader × Miguel O'Hara

🕸no warnings

🕸notes: posted this on ao3 and forgot to update here!

🕸part 2

It made your blood boil.

You couldn't take it anymore. It was fun at first. Hiding it from everyone. Concealing your underlying feelings to one another infront of the rest of the Spider-Society, yet if anyone looked closely, they notice your little slip ups. How you glanced at each other with fondness, how Miguel's hand somehow always ends up trailing across your waist, how your fingers brush against his everytime you are in a meeting, how on missions, you two always stick together, and how during break, you would be the only one making sure he's had his daily dose of empanadas.

But now it was ridiculous.

It's been a few months now, and he's been different. Treating you the same way he'd treat any regular member of the spider-society, even a little lesser than that. He was rough, harsh, unforgiving, you knew that about him, but despite his nature, he would always be a little gentler to you. That changed.

You just assumed it was because of the Miles Morales situation. When Miguel became fixated on something, he'd be that way, a perfectionist. It was a blessing and a curse.

But what made you realise that this is getting a little too secretive for your liking, was his birthday.

You stood with your drink in hand at the bar. You were the one who set this whole thing up for him, after all, parties were the only occasion where he would let loose (as well as in the privacy of his penthouse with you, but that was not the case now.)

You made sure you got his favourite flavour of cake, getting decorations that won't bother his sensitive red eyes, going even as far as hacking into his gizmo so no bothersome notifications would upset him that day. You were even dispatching other spider-people on anomaly and canon event missions, so he wouldn't have to worry about it all day. It was exhausting, planning a party while simultaneously keeping everything in order in the multiverse without any guide to how Miguel keeps it all together.

You thought he'd be happy you threw him a party, but ever since he'd walked in, he ignored you. He did not utter a word with you since his arrival, yet you could see him chuckling and smiling along side some other people.

"Hobie, do you have something stronger than this cranberry soda?" You turned to the bar, pushing your glass towards Hobie, who was bartending for the night. "F'course I do," He chuckled, "But you know Miguel's rules, lad doesn't want anyone getting drunk."

"Oh, Come on, I've seen you sneaking Lego Peter and Peter B. martinis and scotch, why can't you do that with me?—Wait, since when do you follow any rules anyway?" The punk chuckled, "I don't. You said it yourself, I've been sneaking drinks and everyone is a little tipsy. But they're drinking to let loose, that's not why you wanna drink though, eh?" His eyes glanced at Miguel, then at you. Hobie was the only one smart enough to notice anything, and he was also the only one who noticed the change in attitude between the two of you. You never really talked about it, but he always had this knowing look on his face.

You grumbled, and he just moved under the sink, pulling up a tall glass of..some unspecified liquid. "The fuck is that?"

"I present you to you, 'The Unnamed'. I don't believe in labels."

"Ah, but isn't calling it 'The Unnamed' a label in itself?"

Hobie's colours changed a couple of times, from red to blue to pink and then back to grey. You've irritated him. He rolled his eyes and then put some of this unspecified liquid into your glass, filling it halfway. "You've bested me, now drink up."

"Is this like regular alcohol or—" You asked, bringing the drink to your lips. It was queit sweet, and it had none of the sting that seeps into the throat when you drink alcohol.

Hobie interrupted, putting the bottle away."It is not alcohol, it is a special concoction of mine. It may or may not make you want to speak your mind." His eyes left your confused face and looked up, to the taller frame making his way towards the both of you. "Birthday lad, want me to get you anything?" He jumped off the counter, standing beside Miguel.

"Hm. A refill on the scotch would be nice."

"Too bad, help yourself, I don't take orders from anyone." He strutted away, and gave you a wink, as well as a small smile.

Miguel huffed, "Ese pedacito de mierda."  He mumbled, grabbing a glass and a bottle from behind the counter. He still did not acknowledge your presence, so you decided to be the bigger person and just talk to him.

"He's funny though, his little antics are amusing." Miguel raised his brows at you, moving to sit beside you. That was good, you were hoping for any reaction.

"He's bothersome." He replied shortly, sipping his drink. When he spoke, he didn't look in your eyes, which is odd, Miguel loved gazing into your eyes. He always said it was the only way he could tell how you're feeling. "And yet you keep him around."

"I never said he lacked skill."

"I suppose you did..not." You took another sip of that weird drink he gave you. An odd sensation was tingling at the back of your head. Miguel took a glance at you, and his nose scrunched up in confusion. "What on god's green earth are you drinking?"

You held up the glass to him, chuckling. The liquid was a bit odd looking. Consistency like melted ice cream and the colour of silver. "The Unnamed."

"Pardon?"

"Its called 'The Unnamed', Miguel. It's Hobie's great invention. It's pretty good, once you ignore how it looks."

"Doesn't look very inviting." He added, and then suddenly it went queit between both of you, the only thing peircing through the thick silence was the loud music playing and the sounds of people laughing and chuckling.

You weren't sure if it was the drink, or the ever-growing, tamed anger in your chest, but you felt the urge to speak.

"I planned this party for you, you know."

His red pupils met yours.

"I made sure you had a nice day. No stress. Made sure LYLA didn't inform you of anything that could make you lose it—"

"What? The multiverse—"

"—and  I dispatched teams to make sure everything goes smoothly. All while getting decorations and setting up the place."

He went dead queit. You did not like that.

"...and yet, you have not spoken a word to me all day." A laugh sounded out of you, but it seemed more like a huff. "Not even a thank you. No anything. It's like you don't even know me."

"I—"

You didn't let him continue.

"You did not even come and talk to me until now, and it was because you wanted a drink."

He slammed his glass on the counter, the glass cracked a bit. You slammed yours too, he was not the only one irritated here.

"What do you want me to say?" He rasped, his voice a little lower than a whisper. So far, no one has noticed your heated argument, but if this escalates further, you will have an audiance. "There are suspicions that we are a thing. I can't..We can't risk it." His tone was a little more gentle, but there was still this look in his eyes that you couldn't decipher. To most, Miguel was a book shut close, one that no body could peak into. With you, he was different.

Was different. You couldn't for the life of you figure out what he was thinking as of this moment.

"Miguel, you don't even ask me to spend time with you when everyone is gone or asleep." You replied, "And what if the spider-society found out? Is that so awful? You hand picked these people because you trust them. What's wrong with them knowing?—"

"You and I are not from the same universe. That could very well disrupt the canon—"

Unknown to both of you, you two have been leaning towards each other, your lips almost touched, but it was hard to focus on anything else when you were boiling.

"Do you think I'm naiive? If our love was a threat to the canon, you would've eliminated the possibilty of us happening anyway. You wouldn't have kissed me that day. You—"

"Oi, birthday boy, this one was specially hand–picked for you!"

Your necks snapped towards the direction of Hobie, who was standing behind the DJ booth with Gwen. A familiar song started playing, Miguel's favourite.

How ironic. Of course you only realise now why a song like Secreto de Amor is his favourite.

You both turned away from each other, but Miguel's features softened.

"You're the one who told them I like this one, I'm presuming." He hummed, sighing heavily. You only gave him a small 'mhm'. "Thank you."

You glanced at him, his fingers were circling the edges of his empty glass of scotch. "It..I'm enjoying my time." He added, giving you a faint smile.

Yet he did not acknowledge what you told him. But you found yourself sighing, that burning feeling subsided for a moment. You let yourself smile at him, extending one of your hands towards him.

Miguel just stared at it, a bit confused.

"Since its your favourite, we should dance. You haven't danced since you got here."

Puzzled, he kept staring at your hand. It took him a moment, then he shook his head.

"No."

Your brows furrowed.

"What?"

"I am not dancing with you."

You stared blankly at him.

"Why?"

"I can't."

"You can't dance?"

"I won't dance. Not with you. You know we can't."

That was it for you. You put your hand down, and picked up your belongings. You couldn't even look at his face. This was absurd. You weren't asking him for the world. You were only asking him to dance.

You moved quickly, you heard Hobie calling out for you, but you had already gone through the door and was heading to the elevator.

You heard heavy footsteps running after you, and a familiar red webbing wrapped around your wrist as you kept slamming the elevator button.

You looked up, and he was there, looking at you like he can't figure out what he has done wrong.

"You're being childish." He spoke, his voice echoing through the space. You couldn't believe him. "What?"

That's all it took him to say for you to burst.

"I am done being with you, Miguel." You said, not noticing the tears that welled up in your eyes until they were staining your cheeks. "I'm done being your little secret. I'm done being your midnight lover, and I'm done being with a man who is so horrified at the thought of us being together."

"You don't know what you're talking about." He pulled the web that was wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards him, but you ripped it before you could collide with his chest.

The elevator dinged, and you got inside. Miguel rushed to follow you, but you were already closing the door.

"Wait—"

"I'm not coming back to your little club-house." You pulled a box from your bag, and threw it at him before the elevator's door could close.

"Happy fucking birthday, Miguel." was the last thing he heard before the elevator began descending.

Miguel looked at the box on the ground, and picked it up. When he opened it, he saw a silver ring, with engravings inside of it. There was a note as well.

'Consider this a promise, and an oath.

I will always love you, no matter what you do.'

The engraving inside of the ring were the date you first met, with the words 'I'd look for you in every multiverse.'

Seems like that was untrue now.

[yoitsjay]

Dad or Daddy

Pairings: Ghost x gn!reader

Summary: laswell bragged about how great of a babysitter you were. So Ghost just had to find out for himself.

Warnings: sexual innuendo, but no action. Cliffhanger

Word count: 1,639

Render credit: @ave661

You had gained a reputation originally by being a very good babysitter for laswell and her wifes adopted baby, you were a trusted friend of Kate's wife, hence the immediate job, and then Kate started to brag about how you were the only one who seemed to put her baby to a dead sleep, your voice and the warmth that radiated off of you was alluring, and it soothed a lot of people, babies included.

One day you were relaxing at home, you already had a plan to make your way to a local bar that night and had told kate and her wife all about it and that it was a new bar and grill that some other friends of yours had been raving about. Little did you know she would be giving a certain someone your location, and you would end up having a very eventful night.

So when that evening drew in, and you were dressed and ready in a cute ish outfit you put together to perhaps attract some attention to yourself. Maybe you would get lucky… Can't help but dream really. Regardless, you take a cab to the bar, planning on having a few drinks. It doesn't take long to get to the bar either since the location wasn't far from your home, however you did not want to walk home drunk, since something could happen and you wouldn't be in the right mind to defend yourself.

Upon entering the bar and grill, the strong aroma of savory food and alcohol fills your nose, however the smell is anything but repulsive. There's a small dance floor placed in front of a DJ booth on the right side of the room, directly in front of you is the large bar with a huge shelf filled with bottles of different alcohols and mixers. and on the left side of the room are booths and tables to seat at if you're there to grab dinner with a friend, family or other. You were hungry, but since you were alone you just walked straight up to the bar.

You order one drink and a water to start, switching from alcohol and then to water, just to make the night last a little bit longer, you had no plans till monday and it was saturday. After the two drinks you ordered a couple appetizers, munching on some potato wedges when you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, it was light, but you could feel warmth from the hand that poked you, and you turned your head, resting a hand atop your full waterglass, just in case. "Hi?" You asked out in a questioning tone.

The man who had tapped you was tall, and muscular and he was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, however the most unusual thing was that he was wearing a skull ski mask that obscured his face. "Are you Y/N?" he asked, and you raised an eyebrow before speaking. "I am, who are you?" You asked him, and the man sits down beside you on the free bar stool to your right. "Im Ghost- Laswell told me a lot about you, you're a close friend according to her? and I hear that you're one damn good babysitter." He explained, and your previous defense dropped when he mentioned Kate and being a good babysitter.

Upon hearing that a soft chuckle escapes your lips and you nod. "Yeah thats right… you must be the silent killer from the 141 if i remember correct. she doesnt talk a lot about her work around me, but i do know that The Ghost is one mysterious guy… so how can i help you?" You asked, and watched as the large man rubbed his knee slightly. "Well- i have a 5 month old daughter, and i can never find a decent babysitter during the months im on deployment, i dont get a lot of breaks so its hard to see her, and her mom isnt in the picture." he explained, and you nod to show him that you were following along.

He continued a moment later. "All the other sitters i've hired have flaked after a month, or less than that, and well, Laswell says she is going to be home a lot more often which means you'll probably need work… What im asking is if you'd like to babysit for me? you would stay in my house, semi-permanently unless im home for breaks and whatnot, you'll be paid 100 per hour and all of your grocery expenses will be payed for too, and of course you can use any streaming service, my room- all of it. i just really need a reliable babysitter who doesn't flake out on me."He explained, somewhat breathless at the end of his request. You stare at him for a few moments, a smile slowly growing across your lips.

"Take me out to a nice dinner, and I'll be your permanent babysitter for 75 an hour." You stated, extending his hand out to him to shake. You didn't know if he was smiling or not, but the crease by his eyes told you that he was relieved, and just like that you shook hands and the deal was made. The dinner happened the next weekend, but Ghost took you to one of your favorite restaurants in town which just so happened to be your favorite as well. You talked and got to know him a bit, his interests and what life was like in the special forces. You couldn't help but admit to yourself that even with the mask you could tell this man was attractive, with the way he spoke and carried himself, he knew he was good looking too.

On monday he introduced you to his five month old, and she was an absolute sweetheart of a baby. He had a few more weeks left of his break so in that time he got you used to his apartment. It was a two bedroom, one bath apartment, a perfect size for him and his kid, and maybe a lover if he chose to have one. The apartment was simple though, one plant in the living room that was withering away, most likely a house present. And for the most part the apartment was clean, save for some scattered kids toys on the ground.

And in a blink the weeks had passed and You were back at simons apartment, this time with a suitcase full of clothes, and he was getting ready to leave, you said your goodbyes and off he went, and you stayed, living in his apartment for months. you took young charlotte everywhere with you too, back to your apartment on some occasions to clean up some dust, your friend was house sitting for you so it did not get too bad.

You and Ghost face timed every night so he could talk to his daughter, though of course she couldn't talk back, but she knew that the man in the skull mask was her father and she was filled with glee whenever she got to see him through the screen. On top of that you started having your own little chats with ghosts after Charlotte was put to bed. At first it started with little flirty messages, and then heart emojis or kissy faces, and Ghost wasn't shy with his responses with flirty remarks, though he didn't use emojis yet. You weren't a rookie so he didn't have to be professional with you it seemed.

One night seemed to be a gamechanger for you and him however, you had once again put Charlotte to bed and she was out like a light, no sound could wake her. You had a drink or two, and decided to get out of your uncomfortable clothes, making his way into his bed where you had made your home after the first three months of staying in his home, and still as naked as the day you were born you took one of the blankets off Ghosts bed, posing in front of the body length mirror in his bedroom, and with the blanket hanging from your lower torso, hiding the important its, you posed and took a scandalous picture of yourself, with a sultry expression on your face.

Immediately you hopped into his bed, and sent it to him, a grin spread across your lips as you sent him the picture without a word before or after. You shut your phone off, not wanting to see him type out a response to take a picture. However you were growing concerned when more than five minutes passed without a response, so you checked yours and Ghosts chat, seeing that he had read it.

Just as you checked the chat, you saw him begin to type out a response, and your face grew red in anticipation, and his reply finally appeared.

"You've been teasing me for months darlin' and now this? Buckle up sweetheart because when I get home you're not leaving my bed for weeks."

His response had your eyes blown wide open, and you could feel yourself get aroused at the thought of him doing.. everything to you. You quickly messaged him back however. wanting to tease him just a bit more.

"Oh shit- That picture wasn't meant for you ghost, it was for another cute guy- don't take things the wrong way, i'm just your babysitter,"

You sent that reply quickly, and immediately he was typing again, only sending you a red angry face.

"I'm taking the next plane back home. you and i will be having a long… chat… when i get back. cuz i know damn well you ain't talking to nobody but me."

And that's when you knew that you were smitten with your little kids dad, absolutely smitten.

[anikasheep]

The sheep we adore so much is change, but we still love them

I love imagine how the brothers pampered MC SO MUCH

i love imagine how the royals, the angels, and our fucking teacher ALL PAMPERED MC.

They said demon would corrupt human's soul.

Remember that Thirteen said that Solomon's soul is different but still shining?

MC is the similar case.

Their soul is the shining pink sheep shape, but their their ribbons which has a bell on it, is the wool white one with the black radiant.

I believe that the ribbon was the wool white color, so why the color changes?

They're corrupted by the demons.

They're pampered by the angels.

They're spoiled by Solomon and Thirteen.

The demons, well, they all encourage MC to express what they want, what they desire, what they wish for.

Lucifer rewards MC for their hard work, he enjoys the petting when only he and MC alone. But what he did the most was let MC throw a small tantrum to them.

The eldest brother believes that if MC never throws a tantrum at him or the other brothers, it means they are treating them still wrong. He gives MC the PRIVILEGE to show anger with him. Still, he seldom sees MC angry and kind of disappointed with the failure.

The Avatar of Pride doesn't know that MC cares the trust of him the most in their relationship.

MC values themselves as the one who Lucifer trust enough to take care his brothers and share his burdens. They realize how busy Lucifer is so in the most situations, MC would forgive Lucifer if he lose his temper or being too harsh when he's too busy to take a break.

And that's the reason why MC gave NB!Lucifer silent treatment when they found that Luciferr use the apple to test them.

Sort of, what Lucifer want to see in original timeline, NB! Lucifer got and he finally could use Barbatos's cake to apologize to MC.

Apologize for those misunderstandings when they were the human exchange student. Apologize for failing to protect them. Apologize for that his pride couldn't allow him to open his heart to them fully. Apologize for that he would love them even though they're not related to Lilith, but the selfish part pushes him to decide that HE CAN'T LET YOU GO.

Mammon showers his love on MC in three ways: gifts, fortune, and his time.

Earrings, necklace, watch, and bags, even his treat to have dinner in Hell's Kitchen or Ristorante Six, as long as MC wants, Mammon would try to fulfill their wish.

I believe that the more Mammon loves MC, the more fortunate MC is. OUR ADORABLE SHEEP would use their fortune to treat the brothers and their other friends. But if they only use the fortune to treat Mammon, they'd get more.

Mammon is a clingy demon, that's right MC. Mammon wouldn't admit that, but all his crow familiars would watch over you in three realms. The crows recognize you as Mammon's most precious. This means all crows have the obligation to protect you and chase the thieves away.

Remember those rumors you heard from the other students? Some demons were attacked by a flock of crows? If you ask who are the victims, you might feel strange. Cause the crows attacked those demons who made you upset before.

And do you still remember those demons' names who confessed to you? Have you noticed they would followed by a few crows after that even though you rejected them? If not, let me ask you a simple question, MC. Did you ever meet any of your suitors again?

Lucifer scolded Mammon for that event, but the Avatar of Greed just shrugged. The two oldest brothers kept this secret only between themselves, and Lucifer didn't punish Mammon for this event.

He loves teasing, especially to those newbies. He had spun you so many stories to cover the true intentions that he needs your money.

He knows you are rarely mad at him, but NB! Mammon doesn't know that you adopted Luke as your litter brother or son technically. As a result, you're furious when you know he spins a tale to Luke that you're a bad demon who loves eating children.

Let's say that NB! Mammon is frozen when he hears you gritted his name like when Lucifer is angry.

"Maaaaammmmmon....!"

The brothers are terrified and admire your angry sheep form, they watch in awe and ekk when you use the "STAY! BAD DOG!" AT LEAST THREE TIMES on Mammon, Mammon has to lie on the ground for an hour.

Since that day, the whole Devildom knows that the sweet attendant of the 7 rulers of the Underworld is ONE OF THE MOST CAN'T BE BOTHERED.

I always thought that MC would warm up to Solomon slowly, they love Solomon, but the feeling of the distance can't get rid of somehow.

Until MC was dragged to the NB timeline and Solomon is the one who came through the time for them. Solomon might not see that but I believe that MC is SOOOOO TOUCHED by this.

A man came to you even though he has to jump through the time? How romantic (*/ω＼*)

Living together means a lot to humans, Solomon finally got his key to be closer to MC. They share the domestic chores, greeting at least twice and MC would nap on the sofa while Solomon reading.

Solomon knows that the brothers and the royals spoiled MC with high-quality gifts. Clothes, make-up products... you name it.

But Solomon also knows that MC has a sweet tooth that they can't refuse a dessert. That's why he loves to queue up for popular desserts. The time of getting in a long line is worth it if that means he would see MC's eyes light up and their adorable smile.

Solomon may be the mischievous and mysterious sorcerer he is, and he could be a strict teacher involved in magic. But he actually is soft and makes MC feel safe.

The unspoken feelings of being related as a human and the living proof that MC belongs to the original timeline build a bridge, which leads MC to show more emotions around Solomon. That's why MC would use cold words when they were teleported by the bubbles or angry with Solomon for being too late to start their movie night. And the ways the fantastic three roasted Solomon is funny hehe.

MC feels equal to Solomon, though they can't be sure whether it's because of how Solomon is or it's the result of Solomon always wanting to make humans equal to the other two realms.

But MC can tell him what's on their mind. They know that Solomon would hear it and find a way to get the best of both worlds.

MC cuddles with Solomon before they bid good night. And sometimes they'd just fall asleep.

Solomon never woke them up, he used his coat to cover them so that they wouldn't catch a cold.

After Solomon finished his papers or study, he would teleport himself and MC to his room and snuggle with them before leaving a forehead kiss.

[angelltheninth]

MCU characters (any you want) where the Reader if completly oblivious to the flirting?

That would be me. I can't ever tell when someone's flirting. You'd figure I could from the amount of romance I've written but I always figure they're joking or something lmao.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Loki, Namor, Kate Bishop, Clint Barton, Gamora, Peter Parker, Druig x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, flirting, teasing, kissing, oblivious Reader

A/N: Show me a big, glowing sign that you're flirting and then I will see if I'll reciprocate.

Bucky would never want to be pushy with you but the man has his limits for sure. He would drop a lot of signals your way in hopes you would see them, he would compliment you a lot more then his friend, always pay attention to you when you're talking and try his best to compliment you when ever he could. When he saw that he was getting nowhere, very slowly at that, he walked up to you like a man on a mission, looked you in the eye in a very, very serious manor that made you think you did something wrong and asked you to go out. No more guessing or being around the bush for you, it's a yes or a no. So, what will you choose?

Sam wouldn't lay it on too thick with you. At first he wouldn't even be aware of his own feelings for you. It took him a long time to come to terms with them but once he did he noticed that you had the exact same problem. It was honestly funny, you were so much worse then he was when it came to noticing his flirting. He even asked you out on a few dates that you weren't aware were dates until he couldn't take it anymore and spelled it out for you on the third date. You were so embarrassed, he tried so hard for you and you're were so dumb. You couldn't even point to your first date. Well in that case Sam will gladly take you on as many dates as you want, for real this time.

Loki could not believe you didn't pick up on his flirting. Not just his flirting but what about all the times he kissed your hand, or called you beautiful, or called you sweetheart? Do you think he does that for everyone? He likes to play with people but not you, he was genuine in his advices towards you. Did you really not pick up on any of them? Sure a friends with benefits deal could work for him too, if you returned his flirting in the first place. He got really forward with you, kissing your hand, your cheek, whispering sweet things to you, his eyes always following you, building up that sexual tension until you were the one who couldn't take it anymore and kissed him. Congratulations, you finally understand how he feels. Now he will buy you dinner and a drink, and then... well let's see where the night goes.

Oh poor Namor was beside himself. He would visit you at the surface constantly, leaving you little gifts and trinkets from the sea or his kingdom in hopes that you would understand how much you mean to him. You did not. Even when you went swimming and he would compliment your figure, what pretty form you have when swimming, how you would look amazing swimming beside him through his kingdom, clearly thinking of you as a future partner, you figured he was just being really friendly because you knew he didn't have the highest opinion on many surface dwellers. He pulled you under the ocean and kissed you passionately, bubbles of surprise surfacing as he made his affections clear, in his territory, leaving not a drop of doubt anymore.

Kate always asked you to her archery and martial arts tournaments, always made sure you had the best seat, always asked you to be her plus one on any events her mothers company held, always left you cute little notes. That was not enough. How that was not enough she did not know. For all the medals and trophies and tests you were the one thing she could not figure out. But Kate was no quitter, no way. And she chose a, admittedly very flashy way of asking you out. She asked you to help her practice archery at her place and when you weren't looking she tied a note on one arrow. When she fired it she asked you to go and pick it up. The note was written in a purple marker, telling you that she would love if you went to the next dance with her as her official romantic partner.

Clint does not have the patience to wait around for you to figure out anymore. Not after months of dropping hints. He even calls you to tell you good night when he's on missions. For gods sake he gets teased by his friend all the time about you and even they don't buy that you're not in a relationship. Time to take things to the next level. He will no longer be... well he wasn't exactly subtle, at least not by his standards but now he was going to confess properly. It happened before he went on his next mission, he gave you a big hug and told you he likes you a lot, has liked you for a while, he needs to go now but have that answerer ready by the time he comes knocking on your door again. And he will come back, he always does.

Gamora was always a woman of action. She left very little room for doubt with her flirting, her kisses, saying how cute and hot you look when you fight, all the compliments she gave you during sparing sessions. It was all out there. It was supposed to be so obvious. And yet it turned out the only way she could get to you was if she was painfully blunt. Painfully being the key word. She challenged you to a match, knocked you on your back, straddled you and commented how nice you look under her, if only it was under different circumstances. Seeing how flustered that made you she offered to make it a reality, but only if you agreed to go on a date, she doesn't make advances like this towards just anyone you know.

Peter is losing his damn, brilliant mind over what he's doing wrong here. Mind you he hasn't had that many relationships but he thought he was pretty clear in his intentions in them. So why are you different? Are his notes not cute enough? Maybe he should have been more direct when he asked you on a night patrol date. Regardless he won't make you guess yourself anymore. He will do the old romantic cliché of bringing you flowers... while hanging upside down from a web and asking you if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime. If not then at least take the flowers, it was a little awkward swinging around New York with such a large assortment of them. He's gonna end up in the papers for sure.

Druig wishes he had the ability to read minds instead of control them because he feels like it would make this situation a whole lot easier. He would very much like to know if you feel the same way as he does, or if you don't at least reject him properly. When he hears that you only thought of all their outings as friendly he has to stop himself from laughing because he thought that was a joke. No, you were being completely serious with that statement. In that case would you still stay the same if he cupped your face and kissed you slowly, poring every ounce of his affection into it? Do you get it now? He doesn't want to be just friends with you, he wants so much more.