#not a writer or whoever the hell writes shit by hand

[vinyl-pop]

I did this. This is like. Idk. Think it’s 3rd Life gem!au. But idk. Idk who to tag but I think I’m supposed to tag @chrisrin (correct me if I’m wrong).

[starlightshadowsworld]

I didn't think Gotham Wars could get worse... And I was wrong.

So wrong.

Say what you will about WFA but at least that Bruce never kidnapped Jason.

And fundamentally changed his biology so that everytime Jason feels "heightened adrenaline."

He will be immobilised by fear.

So much fear infact that Jason mistakes it for fear gas.

And his justification for giving Jason a "failsafe."

Is that it's to heal him.

"I love you but you're a murderer. You're a bull in a China shop. After round and round with you, trying to figure out how to help make you a better man, how to heal you."

Talks about how he's set him up with a new identity, a new life.

Going on about how "this isn't a punishment Jason. I love you." And it being a gift.

All the while Jason is on the ground.

He can't move and he looks like he's in pain.

While Babs and Dick are trying to look for him.

... Hey DC...

WHAT THE FUCK.

What the actual fuck?!

Leave Jason Todd alone challenge, fucking hell.

Like I knew Bruce has lost his marbles but... WHAT THE FUCK?!

The idea of him permanently changing Jason's biology so his own body attacks him.

Jason who is so fucking traumatised, that theoretically anything could cause him to become immbolised.

Calling it a "failsafe" and justifying it that it's for Jason's own good.

No.

No it fucking isn't.

Also the balls of this man for saying that Jason should be in prison for all the people he's killed.

Like Bruce hasn't probably killed just as many.

I don't care if he's not intentionally doing it, few people are gonna survive the beating he gives them.

Or be able to make it to a hospital.

Also yeah murder is bad but you say it like Jason hasn't only been going after people who have killed just as if not more than him.

Also Bruce you know what else is illegal?

Kidnapping.

Beating up your children.

Being a vigilante.

Taking justice into your own hands.

All the shit you are currently doing.

And how can you talk of healing, you have never healed from any of your trauma.

You're literally conducting this whole shit in your parent's old house.

Fuck you!

You are a massive fucking hypocrite with the ego of someone who thinks they are untouchable.

Who thinks he is right about everything and can do whatever he wants.

Fuck everyone else.

So I guess I gotta give the writers credit because Bruce is actually acting like a billionaire.

I'm just so disgusted by all of this.

Like if I didn't already despise you in this run, I do now.

And I'm pretty sure he's gonna go fight Dick now for daring to get in his way and get Jason.

Good luck to whoever writes the next run and has to retcon all of this.

... Please retcon this...

Gonna take comfort in the image of WFA Bruce is screaming bloody murder, and than hugging his terrified Jaylad.

And promising him everything's gonna be okay.

[sideeve]

why r you such a good writer wtf i love your work 😭😭 i was wondering if you wrote for graves? if so, i was wondering if you could please write smth about the reader being higher military (like a colonel/ssg or something) and is KIA but the actually faked it so they waltz in when graves is grieving?

→ ⋆ title ୨୧ ;; HEROES NEVER DIE

→ ⋆ synopsis ୨୧ ;; graves has yet to figure out your abrupt disappearance after a mission. → ⋆ notes ୨୧ ;; faked death, angst with a full ending, colonel!reader, forgive me . i don’t know shit about the military but my dad’s in it if it counts😭 , i wrote this at 5 am so bear with me , the reader’s race , ethnicity, hair , or looks are not specified

“you know i like that shit!” you exclaim, proud of your soldiers. the shadow company and phoenix force had orders to come together for a save-and-rescue mission in bangkok. a new terrorist organization had disturbed the peacefulness of the residents of their home country

during the multiple operations for the shadow company and phoenix force coming together, graves took a liking to you. it was hard for him to crack your code. you were a woman of morals. work was the most important thing to you.

and falling in love in a work area? not ideal. but, it was graves. he always got what he wanted.

“uh, ya know you got that from me, right?” phillip struts over to you, a hand on his hip. “that just means i hang out with you too much.” you smile, popping a hip out. “c’mere, colonel.” phillip pulls you by one of your loose hooks on your vest, kissing you.

before he could see it, a red dot centered right on your forehead. “mo—”

pang

blood splattered all over graves. he was…confused. what just happened? why can’t he move? why is he breathing so hard right now?

he scrambled to your body, staring at the large bullet hole in your forehead. whoever it was had it out for you.

“no, no, no!” he wiped the blood spilling from your lips. “you can’t. you can’t die.” this was the first time you would see him vulnerable. and the moment wouldn’t even last long.

you weakly lift your arm, caressing his cheek. “it’ll all make sense one day.”

those were the last words you spoke to him. they didn’t make sense. he’d understand? wha—where you supposed to die? was this planned before? where you in on it?

6 years had passed. you were assumed dead by many. you haven’t been seen by anyone. all anybody knew that you were KIA. graves refused to give details during debrief. he didn’t want to remember his lover dying in his arms.

he shook his head at the thought, turning back to his computer. general shepard had sent him some files and forms to look at. he wished to be at his house, laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling. like he’s been doing for years now. but duty calls.

“knock knock, commander.”

he sighed, not wanting to be bothered for the day. maybe even the rest of his career. “it’s open.” he groaned. “well, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?” you chuckle.

his head snapped towards you. he couldn’t believe it. did the government clone you? is this real right now?

he could care less. he missed you like hell and he finally has you in front of him. “you’re fucking alive!” he pushes his chair back, running around his desk to hug you. “jesus, you’re alive.” he sobs, pulling you closer. he puts his hand in your hair, squeezing it to make sure this is real and not a dream.

“phillip, i’m—” “i don’t care what happened,” he sniffles, “i’m just glad you’re alive.”

his tears soak the top part of your tee. but you didn’t mind. you knew how much graves was hurting inside. if it were up to you, you would’ve never faked your death.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, graves. i didn’t want to.” you explained. the last thing you wanted was for him to hate you. “i know, honey. i know.” his voice cracks. “don’t leave me again. swear you won’t.” he pulls a few pieces of your hair behind your ear.

“i promise.”

[mymreaderlibrary]

Hey buddy, gotta say, fucking LOVE your old man yaoi post with price and reader. It's also one of my favorite things and shit if you'd like could you write more about them? Like I need these two old men to finally own up and kiss damnit 😭

I wanted to get this out way earlier but ANYWAYS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT AAAAGHHGH I honestly wanted to write about it a lil more but I wasn’t sure. I hope this is good, no beta cause I’m a looney toons of a writer who’s stubborn as hell.

[old friends to lovers, slight angst, injury ment, laswell is so fuckin annoyed by being the only smart person, use of y/n though they’re kinda treated more like an oc sorry, the ramblings continue]

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They didn't speak of the night before, but they honestly didn't have to. Y/n and Price could tell their feelings were mutual, or at least stronger than a typical friendship, but instead they chose to be stopped by an invisible road block.

For y/n it was the feeling of lost time. They weren't young anymore, they didn't have the energy nor time for things like relationships and... well he wasn't sure if Price would want to be stuck with an old fart like himself. Price aged in a way that'd make any man jealous meanwhile y/n? Not so much. He was greying, his bones ached more often than not, he spent half of his time drinking shitty liquor that made his teeth reek, and, as much as he hates to admit it, he's just not handsome anymore. Price deserved to be with someone who still had life to them. Maybe a spunky military gal who could keep him on his toes or private operative with an infinite list of missions to complete. What he didn't need, however, was someone who already had their chance and wasted it. Y/n should've told him just how much Price meant to him, how much he envied the people who got to stay by his side. He should've searched for him, got on his hands and knees and begged to come with. Convince whoever had them separated to change their mind. He didn't care if he still went through the same pain he did when he was alone, if he had to amputate his own damn leg again, or deal with the loss of his parents one more time. As long as he could've done it by Price's side he would've been happy or at the very least satisfied. But that was the past and the current y/n could never catch up to the man Price had become.

However for Price it was guilt. He remembered the days that y/n and him felt invincible. Like every little thing was just a stepping stone in their grand journey to glory. No matter the pain they persevered, found solutions where others would've given up, made names for themselves amongst crowds of soldiers all baring the same purpose. Too bad those names couldn't stop them from being split up, from losing their friends, their families, from being sent all across the world with no way of knowing if the other was even alive. Those names couldn't stop y/n from losing his entire calf... (Price hated that he only knew of his friends injury due a rumor involved with y/n's discharge). Y/n shouldn't even be here, his time in the military was over, he paid his penance, he should be at home watching tv on a leather couch with a beer in hand. Nothing on the mind but whatever sore loser couldn't figure out tonight's Jeopardy categories. But no, Price had to go and drag him out from retirement, right back onto the front lines. Straight back into trouble. Even if he wasn't on the field that didn't mean he was away from risk. His mere association with the 141 planted a target on his back that wouldn’t be removed by simply walking away. Price didn't feel he deserved y/n's affection not when all he ever did was put him in danger.

So they both stayed like that, infinitely stubborn, hellishly avoidant, and not nearly as sly as they thought. The 141 didn't have a full understanding of what was going on between the two, but they could tell there was some unfinished business. Gaz thought maybe one of them slighted the other and neither have taken the step to apologize for it. Soap thought y/n perhaps betrayed Price and that's why he's missing part of his leg. Ghost had... almost the right idea, thinking there was a strange tinge of romantic tension between the two though he assumed it was from something like a love triangle. Maybe y/n and Price loved the same woman and had some unfinished rivalry? Regardless, it was not his problem so much as it didn’t effect the mission.

Laswell however, she knew. She wouldn't have the position she did if information like this just flew past her radar. She knew of their history, she saw how they reacted to one another. Laswell wasn't blind for god's sake, in fact she felt like the only one with eyes at the moment. She wasn't so crass as to demand them to make up and get it over with, but having no one to complain to was definitely testing her patience. Instead she stuck to subtly, casually chatting with Price about y/n and dropping questions in regards to their past missions together and how close they were, hoping to make some wheels turn in his rusted head. She wasn't gonna do more than that however, they were two grown men and if they couldn’t figure it out that was their problem. Could they just be a little more subtle though?

It took until a, quite literally, explosive scenario for them to finally get it together. A bullet had gotten lodged into Price's shoulder after an enemy made a lucky shot. It was far from the worst thing the Captain had faced but it still wasn't great, hurt like a bitch for one. And secondly it seemed to send y/n into a spiral. He was practically fuming when Price got back, going on some sort of rant about hygiene and wound care. Y/n demanded to be the one to dress Price's shoulder with a tone that had the others knowing they were not invited to watch unless they wanted to join in on the incoming lecture. And lecture he did, through the whole process Price could barely get a word in. Y/n paced and raved, threw his arms in the air and even knocked over supplies on accident. He was a complete mess and it wasn't until y/n was literally out breath that the Captain could finally speak.

An explanation of what happened was given, it was just luck (bad luck in regards to Price) that he got hit. This wasn’t overly common and the team knew how to deal with these wounds. Everything was okay, it was going to be fine. This just came with the job, risks were inevitable.

They were quiet, looking at each other and letting the silence permeate the room. Price reached his hand out to touch y/n’s but was caught off guard as the other man suddenly leaned it. Knocking his head against Price’s good shoulder and breathing heavily, y/n shuddered a silent cry. A plead for Price to be safe. Whatever false version of safety he could promise, just please don’t die out there.

The Captain raised his outstretched hand to cup the back of y/n’s head, running a thumb over the stubbled hair. Letting his hand slide to his face and pushing him back just an inch.

Another moment of silence. Hearts beating like rabbits.

“You gonna actually do something or do I-“

Price shut him up as quickly as he could. It was clumsy, a bit shaky, and definitely desperate, but the moment their lips touched it felt like pure ecstatic relief. Relief that this was finally happening, relief that the invisible barrier they built around each other was so weak, but mostly relief that those moments, all those touches and lingering stares weren’t for nothing.

They breathed in each others scent, something they’ve come to know so well and yet in this moment it felt brand new, and infinitely stronger. The spice of a cigar, the sting of sweat, and- oh right, sterile wipes. Price was left to chuckle awkwardly and y/n backed away. Any childish excitement felt would have to wait but at the very least they had this.

[mummybear]

My Brother's Best Friend - Chapter 6 - Mystic Wolf

Words: 3523

Warnings: Swearing, Talk Of Mates And Marking, Dirty Talk, Stiles Loosing Control, Think That's All :)

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader/You/Sadie McCall, Theo Raken, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Talk Of James (OC), Alan Deaton

A/N: Sorry about the wait guys! I'm still really struggling with writers block and I've been really poorly lately which hasn't helped! Anyway< I really hope you enjoy this one! I'm also half way through writing the next one :)

Chapter 6 - Mystic Wolf

Stiles doesn’t speak another word to you, he doesn’t need to though, you can feel his anger pulsing through your bond. He quickly pulls you behind a tree and positions himself in front of you. It's strange, it's almost like the feelings you shared before have been amplified. You take a single step closer to him and wrap a hand around his wrist, trying to pull him back with you. You’re pretty sure you know that voice too and nothing good can come from an amped up werewolf Stiles going face to face with him again, not after the last time.

Stiles lets out a deep growl, one you can feel beneath your feet. Just as Theo steps out from the tree line and into view.

Theo whistles with a stupid grin on his face, “I heard that you’d had an upgrade Stilinski, but shit, even I didn’t see this coming.”

“What do you want, dipshit?” Stiles grits out from between his teeth. You move your hand so you can grab his wrist and intertwine your fingers, before plastering yourself to his back, hoping to stop him from doing anything stupid. Your heartbeat is rapid and nervous, you’re so worried about what might happen right now, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop it.

“I was looking for Scott. I understand he had a run in with my Beta.”

You’re very confused by this version of Theo, what the hell was he trying to pull. He was like a completely different person. Calm and in control, but you’re certain the monster is lying just beneath the surface.

“Your Beta? What the hell are you talking about?” Stiles asks, irritation and impatience rolling from every word. You can feel his body shaking with tension against your own. 

Theo smirks and steps closer, “you’ve both met him. James? I understand that Sadie knows him very well.”

You can’t help your reaction, it's instantaneous, your breath catches in your throat and you tense, gripping Stiles tighter. Stiles gently squeezes your hand back trying to comfort you, but you feel his rage spike.

“Yeah, somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Keep your bitch in line and the fuck away from my mate. You two belong together. Whoever the hell trusted you to be Alpha needs their head testing. But that’s your problem to deal with, so if you and your godforsaken pack can get the hell out of Beacon hills that would be great.” Stiles’ voice is dripping with sarcasm coupled with annoyance. Even though you’re worried about your situation and how Stiles or Theo might react you can’t help but giggle a little, you’d missed Stiles’ sarcasm.  

“I made myself Alpha. Not that I expect a little runt like you to understand what real power is. We don’t plan on going anywhere. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to speak to your Alpha.” Theo announces and as he turns to leave, Stiles lets out a warning growl, and you can’t help but whimper in response to it. To your surprise Theo turns around too, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

With a sigh he looks Stiles dead in the eyes, “yes?” 

“One more thing. Keep James the fuck away from Sadie. She’s off limits. Not only is she my mate, but she isn’t interested in his caveman act, or his shit attitude and bad breath. He doesn’t listen and I will stop him, that’s a promise.” Stiles tells him with such steadfast confidence, that you can’t help but blush. You know it shouldn’t excite you this way, but your base instincts seem to take over at your mate defending you, and a noise you didn’t know you could make comes from your mouth. You’re on your tiptoes before you can stop yourself, trying to nuzzle his neck. 

Stiles tries not to react but you feel him relax against you, and without even trying you’ve split his attention. Theo laughs, “Sure, I’ll tell him. But he won’t listen. He will come for her, so make sure you are ready to stop him. I’d say good luck, but I don’t care either way.”

Neither of you have a chance to reply, the second Theo starts to walk away Stiles snaps and picks you up and pins you against the closest tree.

“Such a little troublemaker, Minx. You already know that nobody else is allowed to hear those pretty little noises you make.” Stiles purrs, taking both of your wrists in one of his hands and pins it to the tree above you as he nuzzles your neck. 

You let out a cry of pleasure when his teeth scrape against your skin, you grip him tighter with your legs and roll your hips against him. Feeling his cock straining against his jeans, “you know what I want, Stiles,” you pant breathlessly.

“I’ve already told you, if I start, I won’t stop. As soon as I’m deep inside you, feeling your pussy dripping wet all around me, I won’t be able to stop myself from sinking my teeth into your neck and claiming you.” Even the spoken words seem to have an effect on both of you, your grip tightens on you as you shiver against him. 

He lets out a shaky sigh as he presses his lips to yours softly before pulling away, “this pull between us is getting harder to resist and I’m hanging on by a thread,” he whispers the last part dropping his head onto your chest, carefully releasing your arms. Your hands drop to his head and you softly run your fingers through his hair. He lifts his head and meets your eyes. 

“I swear, I really am doing this for you, I know that’s probably hard for you to believe, or even understand but…” you stop him pressing a finger to his lips.

“I know you are. I can see how hard this all is on you,” you can’t help but giggle at that statement hoping to lighten the mood, and luckily Stiles is unable to hold back his own smile as a blush stains his cheeks.

“Yeah, no kidding,” he laughs with a roll of his eyes.

“You’ve been so incredible, Stiles. I have no idea how you haven’t snapped yet. Frankly, I’d never blame you for that, I couldn’t. Even if I couldn’t feel it through our bond, I know all you want is what is best for me, to protect me.”

“Always,” Stiles smiles and lets out a breath. You unwrap your legs from his waist and he carefully helps you onto your feet.

“I shouldn’t have let that prick get away though, I need to text Scott.” 

“Tell him we’re going to see Deaton now if he needs us.” 

Stiles quickly does as you say, though it’s obvious he’s reluctant to even let go of you for a minute. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, as worry pulses through the bond.

“I promise, Stiles. Nothing that he tells me will change my mind. I’ve wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember. A few obstacles or difficulties won’t change my mind, I’d have been there for you even if it was just as your friend. This just makes me more invested to make sure that you turning into a wolf hasn’t harmed you in any way.” 

“That means more than you know, especially given all this fucked up shit going on. Just don’t speak too soon, please. I can’t get my hopes up yet, it will kill me if you decide against us.” He sighs as his phone pings before you can reply, and he looks to find Scott has messaged back.

“Scott says they’re with Deaton at the clinic already. Are you ready for this?” he asks, holding out his hand for you, which you eagerly take hold of.

The entire walk to the clinic is quiet between the two of you, but it’s nice, oddly comforting. Not that you have any idea what the two of you might face, but this time together with no pressure at all makes a change. It feels like it’s been non stop pressure since Stiles first burst back into your life. You can’t quite work out how it’s been such a short time since then, less than a week ago you had been planning to move on from him for good because you couldn’t wait for him forever. Now here you both are, walking down the street hand in hand, wondering what on earth the next few hours will hold for you both. Whatever it does hold, you just hope that Stiles will be okay, because you would never tell him, but you terrified whatever type of werewolf he is might be dangerous for him. Though you’re not worried he’d ever hurt you.

Stiles gently squeezes your hand, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Hey minx, I can feel you thinking… literally. Talk to me,”

You huff out a laugh. “Sorry, I’m okay. I guess I’m just wondering what Deaton will say about us, about all of this. I’d just like to have a year where something massive and life changing doesn’t happen, I dunno. Ignore me,” you sigh, a slightly self-deprecating laugh leaving your mouth.

“Don’t do that, don’t downplay this shit. I get it. Everything with Scotty has taken years to settle down. Last year you lost your best friend in some shitty accident, then all of this with me. You have every right to feel the things you’re feeling. Just promise me, you won’t shut me out. I want to be there for you, like I said even if you decide against us going forward with our bond. I would never hold that against you, I’ll never stop being there for you. You’ll always be a part of me.” Every word he speaks settles around you like a comforting blanket, and you can’t stop the grin from breaking out on your face.

“Thank you,” you whisper, emotion clogging your throat as you blink away your tears. “I can’t believe you said all of that without any sarcasm attached. And to think I was considering moving on from my obsession with you a week before you came back.” You can’t help but laugh when he tugs you to a stop and steps in front of you with his hand over his chest.

“I should be offended by that,” he smirks, stepping closer and pulling you into his arms. “Guess I’ll just have to count myself lucky I came back in time to stop that momentary insanity huh?” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his eyes glow purple as you lean in and softly press your lips to his. His hands settle on your hips when you pull back, “this bond packs a damn punch,” Stiles chuckles with a slight wince while resting his forehead against yours. It’s only then that you realise you’ve stopped outside the clinic. 

You swallow thickly feeling the way your body reaches for him, almost like your soul is reaching for his own. It’s actually painful when you both pull away from each other, so Stiles takes your hand once again. You walk backwards slowly in front of him, with a grin.

“You sure you don’t want to just go back home. We can finish this right now Stiles.” 

“Fire. Minx, you’re playing with fire,” he rasps, as a blush creeps up his neck and he adjusts himself in his pants and rubs at the back of his neck.

You both walk through the door and come face to face with your brother, who quickly pulls you into a big hug, you melt against him as you wrap your arms around him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Sadie.” He lets go of you and gives Stiles a quick hug too.

“Did you guys have any trouble on your way over here?” 

You look at Stiles who lets out a huff, “yes. We should talk after… well this.” 

Before Scott can reply, Deaton walks into the room.

“Ahh, Stiles, Sadie. Good to see you both. As we discussed Scott, I think it’s best if this conversation is between the three of us. We’ll call the rest of you back soon.”

With a nod of his head Scott and the rest of the pack leave the clinic. You, Deaton and Stiles gather around the examination table. Stiles reaches out and wraps his fingers around your own, and you let out a shaky breath, “It’s okay, me too,” Stiles assures you, a barely there smile on his lips.

“Are you both sure you want to talk about this now?” Deaton asks thoughtfully, looking between you both, you’re certain your nerves are written on both of your faces.

“Kind of need to, Doc. We’ve agreed, the sooner we know what we’re up against the better,” Stiles tells him for both of you, unconsciously edging closer to you. 

“I would have to agree. Have you both been doing okay? Adjusting? I realise it’s only been two days but you seem relatively calm, all things considered.”

It feels as though your skin is itchy and you know the only thing that will stop the itch, so you do what your body wants and tuck yourself under Stiles’ arm. Blushing when both men stop to look at you, “sorry,” you whisper a little embarrassed.

“No need to apologise, it’s perfectly normal. I’m honestly surprised you lasted that long, I have to confess I’m also impressed that we’re even still able to have this conversation before you’ve fully mated with one another.”

Stiles clears his throat, “so… where should we start, Doc?”

“Well, from the little we know about the wolf you seem to have, it is a very rare kind. It’s also not known why and how people gain this particular type of wolf. However, there are a few things I can tell you. One of the main things is that we have no idea how the Mystic Werewolf occurs, only that as I say it’s extremely rare. It’s also been told that the Mystic is one of the only wolves able to resist the true Alpha’s influence, and in fact your power could rival that of Scott’s power. We also know that Wolfsbane doesn’t have an effect on you, at least, not to the extent it does on every other wolf. Once the two of you are mated, if that's the path you choose, then you’ll be able to mind link with each other, but only with each other. There is also the distinct possibility that Sadie might gain some of your powers, once mated. Although, if you choose to become a wolf, Sadie, there is a high possibility that you’ll also become a Mystic wolf. No matter who is the Alpha of your pack, your mate will consider you her Alpha, Stiles.” Deaton pauses, watching you both carefully as you both try to digest everything you’ve heard.

Stiles swallows hard and you’re sure you heard it, “okay. My first question is… is Sadie safe with me? Am I dangerous? To her, to anyone else?” 

Deaton frowns a little in confusion, “Stiles, I can see what this means to you. But I assure you, you’re only as dangerous as any other werewolf. As much as Scott is to Allison, though from the amount of restraint you’ve shown I know that your bond to one another is incredibly strong. There are some whispers that the Mystic wolf can shift into a full wolf and control the transition so they don’t lose themselves to the animal. However, that was one rumour that I couldn't confirm. But if you want my opinion, Sadie is safest when she’s with you.” 

You feel Stiles sag with relief as you press close to him, almost like his scent is stronger now you’re inside again. The rumble that leaves his chest makes you whimper and his fingers grip you tighter, pulling you closer. 

“If I make her mine, mate her, will she turn or is that a separate thing?” Stiles asks, his voice almost a growl now, you can see his wolf in his purple eyes, feel him clawing to take you.

Deaton swallows looking between you both, clearly the tension in the room has gone up quite a lot in the past ten minutes, and Deaton can sense that Stiles is barely holding it together.

“No, it’s completely separate. Marking is something that must be done while you’re mating. Changing someone is completely separate.”

“Alpha, please,” you whimper, feeling the cramps in your stomach again, but these are so much worse than anything you’ve ever felt before. 

Stiles growls and pushes you up against the closest wall. You whine a little at the pain but that’s soon forgotten when you feel him press against you. His breath is hot and fast against your mouth. His hands are fists beside your head pressed into the wall. You arch towards him and lick your lips desperate to feel his skin against yours.

“Doc? Does mountain ash work on me?” Stiles snarls, as his fists slam through the wall by your head.

“As far as I know.” Deaton responds calmly. 

“Do it, please. Stop me. I can’t do this here. We’ve waited too long, I won’t take her here, not like this.” Stiles whispers, eyes never leaving yours even when Deaton leaves the room.

You keep your eyes locked on Stiles as you begin to tug at your coat. Feeling the sweat rolling down your neck, you're unbearably hot. Stiles licks his lips as his eyes fall to your breasts, still covered by your t-shirt.

“Fuck. You want it, don’t you, my little Minx.” 

You lean in close, your breathing ragged and push up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his ear. “Told you I’d still want you. My big bad Alpha,” you purr, wishing he’d move to grab you but he keeps his hands buried in the wall.

“Stop it, Sadie. I’ll hurt you right now and I don’t want that.” 

You hum out a pleased noise as you look up at him, “Make it hurt then, baby. I wanna know, when you take me and make me beg for it, where are you gonna put your mark?” Stiles only growls low and deep in response. You tip your head to the side and bite your lip as your fingers skim the side of your neck, “here?” you ask breathy and desperate, “or here?” you whisper once more, brushing your fingers over the top of your breasts. Tipping your head back you expose your throat to him, desperation clawing at you painfully. 

Stiles finally snaps and leans forward and you feel his entire body shudder as he licks up your throat and nips at your chin. He rips one of his hands from the wall and his hand gently smoothes over your breasts with a gentle squeeze, he uses a little more pressure his hand pushes over your collar bone and comes to settle around your throat. He buries his nose in the side of your neck and inhales deeply.

“All fucking mine, taste so fucking good.” Stiles groans deeply, you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the last of his control snap. 

However, before he can make contact a cloud of dust envelopes the pair of you and Stiles is ripped away from you. You hear a massive commotion but you can’t react. All you can do is sink to the floor, unable to hold yourself up anymore on your weak legs. You are vaguely aware of the snarls and growls just across the room, but all you can do is whimper as you collapse to the floor. The world around you goes dark as you slip into unconsciousness.

Stiles POV

I stop fighting Scott to get back to his sister the second that I hear that whimper and I watch, helpless and terrified as my mate collapses to the floor. I whimper helplessly pushing at Scott much less aggressively, desperate need and terror clawing at me. I’m unable to take my eyes from Sadies still body as Allison drops down beside her to take her pulse. I can hear her heartbeat but I allow it, what the fuck have I done. I drop to my knees as I look at her laying there in a heap, helpless and all I can think is that this is all my fault. 

Scott gets down beside me as he rests a hand on my shoulder, he meets my eyes. 

“Don’t go there, Stiles. Not your fault. You’ve both waited way longer to mate than is usually even possible. I know why you did and I’m glad you got all of the information before doing anything, we’ll all get you both back home. You both need food and rest, then go from there.” 

I give him a stiff nod as I slowly make my way towards her and carefully pull her into my arms, holding her close to my chest. I will make this all right, I’ll make everything perfect for her.

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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 5

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Mentions of blood and gore. Smut. Fingering (fem receiving), oral (male receiving), Dom Loki. Mentions of survivor's guilt.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. An accident in one of the rooms forces you and Loki together as you try to puzzle out who is after Loki.

Word Count: 4,907k

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Screaming. There was lots of screaming coming from down the hall. You were in the Jotunheim room, freezing your tits off, when the sound of screaming made you stop talking. The patron in front of you was about to mouth off but you held up a hand. You tilted your head, searching for the sound, and you heard it again.

Footsteps pounded outside of the room and there was a flurry of activity running just outside the door. “It’s okay, everyone!” You called out. 

You motioned towards the DJ to turn up the music. You motioned for the waitresses and waiters to refill everyone’s drink. You smiled and made an effort to walk to the door at a normal speed. 

Once there, employees and patrons were running and screaming towards the front entrance. You stopped one of the waiters. “What’s going on?” 

“It’s sick!” He said. He looked a little green and held his mouth, presumably thinking of whatever the hell was going on. He wasn’t going to be useful so you let him go and moved down the hallway. You felt like a fish trying to swim upstream. There were so many people. 

Other rooms had people leaning out of it to see what was going on. On your way, you assured them that everything was fine and pushed them back into their respective rooms with the promise of a free round.

Panic climbed up your throat but there was nothing to panic about right now. If it was a fire, the alarms would go off. Sprinklers would turn on and drench the place. If it was a shooter, you’d hear gunshots or more yelling. You ran through a list of scenarios and the safeguards you had in place.

Unless…unless whoever was fucking with the club was at it again. You tried not to worry about that, but the fact that Loki didn’t know what was going on scared you in many ways. He was the god of mischief. And the things that had been happening around the club reeked of mischief. He wouldn’t sabotage his own club, not even for fits and giggles. So who? 

There was a big crowd in one of the hallways surrounding the Nidavellir room. You pushed through the throng of people until you got to the entrance. There were still a lot of patrons inside, along with some actors, and Honey stood off to the side of the stage. She was fuming and cursing up a storm in Spanish.

When she saw you, she only got angrier. “I told you! I told you something like this was going to happen!” 

You crossed the room to her and she grabbed your hand. She pulled you towards the stage where an actress, Angel, had her leg stuck in a hole. The stage had collapsed around her leg and there were torn and bloody pieces of wood next to her. Angel’s makeup was ruined and running down her tear-filled cheeks.

She held herself up but her arms were shaking with the effort. There were a few guys surrounding her, trying to get her up, but any time they moved her, Angel screamed and sobbed harder. 

“Shit, shit,” you muttered. The stage had slipped your mind. After dealing with the mind-controlled idiots, they hadn’t offered any explanation for their actions or their whereabouts beforehand. Loki said he would handle it and that was the end of it. On top of your other duties, a few days had passed and you hadn’t even thought of the stage.

You sighed. You’d have to start carrying around a notebook or something. You were usually better than this. You blamed it on another restless night searching for information on your family. 

“Okay, boys, stop! You’re making it worse. Angel, we’re going to get you out and I need you to hold on a little longer.” 

“I told you this would happen! If you two had listened to me…” 

“Honey! Not now. Get these people out of here. Either offer them a different room or comp them two free drinks on a return.” 

Honey opened her mouth to argue more but you lifted an eyebrow. She ran her tongue over her teeth before smirking. “You’re even starting to act like him. It’s weird!” She turned around and started to usher the onlookers out of the room.

“And someone turn off that damn music!” You yelled. This room had thumping, rhythmic music that was doing nothing for your growing headache. No sooner had you yelled it, did the DJ cut the music. 

“Thank the gods,” you sighed.

“My thanks usually come with gifts,” Loki said.

You sighed harder. You half turned to see him weaving through tables to reach you. You always saw him in that damn black suit and yet it was like seeing him for the first time. He always managed to look crisp and unbothered. Every button in its place, the flower on his lapel, and his long hair tucked behind his ears. 

He stalked towards you, his eyes trained on you, and stopped just in front of you. “What’s going on?” 

“Well, it appears Angel fell through the stage,” you said.

Loki huffed a laugh and looked at you. “I have eyes, Darling,” he said.

“Then why did you…? You know what, I don’t care. It’s being handled. Don’t you have ale to drink somewhere? Deals to make?” You asked.

Loki stared at Angel and the stage. He knocked on the wooden floor and crossed his arms. “I can conjure some pillows to help, but we need to stop her bleeding before she passes out,” he said. 

“I can handle this, Loki,” you said.

“Have I implied you couldn’t?” He looked at you and you bit the inside of your cheek. This felt like a test. One you were failing. You didn’t know what his hidden agenda was but you had no time for it. He was offering to help. Two heads were better than one. 

You looked at the men still standing on the stage. You looked at the tallest and skinniest. “I need your belt. You’re going to wrap your belt around her leg to stop the bleeding.” 

You hopped onto the stage, but you weren’t tall enough to swing your leg in one go. Instead, you hopped backwards scooting your booty onto the stage. Loki watched you work and grinned when you caught him staring at your bare legs. You rolled your eyes as you swiveled on your butt and rolled onto your feet. 

Loki hopped onto the stage in one fluid motion. He moved like a dancer, born to do it. He stalked across the stage and spoke softly to Angel. He managed to make her laugh. He conjured two pillows for her arms and she sighed a bit as he slipped it under her forearms and side. 

The actor you pointed to had his belt off and tied it around Angel’s leg. You conjured a saw and handed it to the actor with the biggest muscles. “Cut around her leg. We’re gonna let gravity do most of the work. If someone hasn’t done so, call the police. She’s going to need an ambulance,” you called out.

People rushed to do your bidding as you directed them on what to do. Mercifully, Loki stayed out of most of it. He let you take care of everything. Angel was free but there was a river of blood down her leg. There were scratches and one deep gash on her leg that everyone recoiled from.

You smiled at Angel and told her that everything would be alright. That you would go with her to the hospital and it would all check out.

“Send Honey. I need you here,” Loki said. 

You held your first, second, and third responses before turning to him with a grin. “I want to make sure she’s okay,” you said. 

“She will be. I have another use for you,” he said. 

You took a deep breath and told someone to find Honey. As the janitors got there, you told them to leave the area alone until you were able to investigate what happened. They only needed to gather the loose pieces and put up cones. 

You directed people to close off the room, clean up the dishes, and clear out. Once everyone had a job to do, Honey came into the room. She was still cursing in Spanish but was gentle with Angel. Honey shot you and Loki a dirty look before escorting the paramedics inside. 

They loaded Angel onto a stretcher and Honey was there to keep them all in line. Loki waited for you on the side of the stage. He stood like a lifesize painting. In moments like these, you saw the godliness. He was regal in every sense of the word. And beautiful. Still an ass. 

You walked over to him, ready to give him a piece of your mind. He smiled and held up a hand. “I know. But I believe this is the work of our saboteur and I’d like your help,” he said. 

You stopped short of getting into his personal space and squinted at him. “Who are you?” 

He smirked. “It’s me, honest.” He walked closer and hung his head to look into your eyes. 

“Someone is messing with my club and you are the only one I trust,” he said. “I know we can get to the bottom of this.”

“How? Whoever is doing this isn’t taking credit. And they’re able to do it without being here,” you said.

“I think they are here. No one can work remote magic. Perhaps a witch, but this isn’t their style,” he said.

“You think it’s a magic user after you?” You asked.

“I know it is,” he said. 

You nodded and chewed on your lip. It would make sense for it to be magic that’s been causing a ruckus. But why? And who would do it? 

“Come. While we have the chance,” he said. He turned on his heel and hopped off of the stage. He turned and held out his hand to you. You rolled your eyes but you also didn’t want to bust your head open trying to prove a point.

You held his hand and climbed down off of the stage. His strong hands stabilized your waist as you got down. “Thank you,” you said.

He grinned. “My thanks usually come with gifts,” he said.

“My gift is not stomping on your foot,” you said and grinned innocently at him. He chuckled and let you go. You missed him instantly. 

Was it so hard for you to give in and say the words? How hard was it to say, “Okay, Loki. Fuck me like one of your conquests”?

Partially. You wanted the experience with none of the messy feelings. In a cruel twist of irony, that wasn’t what Loki was after. He wanted your feelings while he gave none of his own. He wanted to own you, body and spirit. And you didn’t want to give it to him. You wanted to keep your heart firmly in your own hands. 

You followed him out of the room and towards the back of the club. You walked a bit behind him. Only because his strides were so long and your legs were so short in comparison. You watched that strut of his.

It would break you to be hurt by him. You would truly be broken. Like a kid that had played too rough with their dolls. He would wreck you in the worst way if you gave everything to him and he gave nothing in return. 

He didn’t “do” feelings. Your refusal was all part of some sick and twisted game in his mind. You weren’t the first person to say no to him. You weren’t even the fifth. For a reason you couldn’t fathom, it bothered him when you said no. If it was merely about pleasure, you would understand.

No one liked being told no. Rejection was an acidic taste no one wanted to experience. So naturally, people wanted what they couldn’t have. He could have your body, he just couldn’t have your heart. So what was his deal? 

He made a turn before his office and you followed, confused on his destination. Until he was outside of the security room. Loki opened the door, scaring the poor guard on the inside. 

“We need the room,” Loki said. 

The guard was petrified of Loki. You bit your lip to keep from laughing at the poor man. He was older, retired police, with a shock of white hair and a bushy white mustache. He swallowed painfully, audibly, as he nodded profusely and exited the room without another word.

“Words like ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ go a long way, you know,” you said.  

“I know,” Loki said. He smiled as he closed the door behind you and locked it. Your stomach flipped. The security room was just big enough for four people to stand in comfortably. Only big enough for two people to sit in comfortably. 

There were monitors all over the room showing various camera angles of different rooms, hallways, common areas. There were only a few in the employee lounge and break room, offering minimal privacy. There were a million cameras in the actual club rooms, kitchens, and bar areas. 

On the desk, there was a large switchboard. There were so many buttons and levers, you weren’t sure what to make of it. Loki sat down in the chair previously occupied by the guard and his fingers flew over the switchboard with ease.

“How do you know how to work that thing?” You asked. 

“I know everything about my club. Including Earth contraptions,” he said. His rumbling voice filled the quiet room. It only highlighted how intimate the space was. You crossed your arms. You didn’t like this. Not one bit. 

You weren’t claustrophobic, but the dark room did remind you of the ship. The ship that carried you here. Guilt still snuck up on you sometimes. You were close to getting killed. It was only up to Thanos who got killed and who got spared. You happened to stand on the correct side. 

You shook the memories off. It wasn’t your fault that the monster played judge and executioner. You focused on Loki’s fingers as they moved across the board.

He brought the Nidavellir room up on the big screen and rewound the tape until Angel was going through her routine. Everything was fine until her foot went through the stage. There was no one around her, except for the other dancers in her routine. 

“What are we looking for?” You asked.

“The stage should not have collapsed. It was specially made to be near indestructible. It would have taken a thousand Angel’s to break through it.” 

“But you see, there was no one on stage with her,” you said. 

Loki scoffed. “You can do better than that, Darling,” he said.

You sighed. You hated when he did that. It activated some petty and competitive side to you. You wanted to play on his level and pick out what he was thinking. It was stupid and childish and yet you found yourself leaning in. You placed your hands on the desk and leaned over to get a good look.

Loki obliged and ran the tape a few more times. You looked at everything but Angel. He was right. The saboteur wouldn’t have to be on stage, just in the room. He ran it one more time until you placed your hand on his arm.

“There!” You pointed to a hooded figure who was only partially in frame. They were facing away from the camera so you couldn’t see their face. But the figure turned away right before Angel’s leg went through the stage. Like they had anticipated everyone freaking out and ready to run out. 

“Very good, Darling,” he said. 

You rolled your eyes. You were also still holding his arm. You could feel him flexing beneath your hand. You snatched your hand away. 

“Afraid to touch me, Darling?” He asked. 

He pressed a series of buttons to zoom in on the figure but no other camera caught the person. 

“I could’ve been touching you this whole time. You’re the one who doesn’t want me to,” you said. 

“Is that what you think?” He was so fucking nonchalant. As if he were asking for the  weather or shipping updates. 

You didn’t answer him. You watched as he brought up different camera feeds, trying to follow the figure. They knew where the cameras were. It wasn’t hard to avoid the ones anyone could see. But they avoided the hidden ones as well. Impressive. The figure disappeared into the crowd as they ran from the room. The front entrance didn’t catch them leaving either. 

“Come here, Darling,” he said, using that same nonchalant tone. 

You scowled at him. He had pushed away from the desk and turned the chair in your direction. “No.” 

He grinned and pulled your arm. You struggled but he was stronger. He pulled you onto his lap so that your back was to his chest. “You know what to say to get me to stop,” he whispered in your ear. 

You scoffed but he was right. Some part of you wanted to see where this was going. He gripped your thighs and placed them outside of his. Then, he scooted the chair closer to the desk so that it wasn’t easy for you to get up. Your knees brushed the underside of the desk and you wiggled trying to get comfortable.

Loki hummed low, in the back of his throat. It was then that you noticed the hardening bulge under your ass. You stopped wiggling. 

“You mentioned when we started all of this that I couldn’t give you what you wanted. I know what you need but perhaps I went about it all wrong. I gave you too much time to think, to talk yourself out of it,” he said. 

His hands played with the hem of your skirt. His fingers skated over your thick thighs. You gasped softly. “What are you on about?” 

“My poor, overworked Darling,” he purred. 

His hands lifted your skirt and bunched it around your waist. Your breathing increased, but you tried to keep it contained. Keep it to yourself. 

“I left you with the option to think it over. To beg me to kiss and fuck you. You’re not going to do that. Your pride is too strong,” Loki whispered against your neck. 

“Finally, we agree on something,” you said. Your voice sounded a little breathy. 

Loki smiled against your neck and his fingers started to knead and seek the core of you. You placed your hands on his to keep him from going forward. You couldn’t think straight. Not with his hands on you. 

“Hands on the desk, Darling. Now,” he commanded. Your hands flew to the desk in front of you without even realizing it. You scowled, ready to chew him a new one before he kissed your neck. 

“If you move them, the game is over. If you tell me to stop, the game is over. Understand?” He asked.

You licked your lips and nodded. “I understand,” you said. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t see his face. You couldn’t interpret his mood or guard yourself against what came next. And you liked it.

His fingers found your panties and he moved it to the side. He slipped his left hand through your folds and sighed at finding you wet. 

“I should’ve realized sooner that the issue was the decision. You needed it out of your hands. You decide and control everything all day long. Here, at home. Do you ever turn your brain off?” He asked. 

His hand played with your clit and you jerked. You moved your hand a little and he tsked at you. You bit your lip and placed your hands flat on the desk. 

“I have to be ready for anything,” you said. It was true. You were a firm believer in that anything that could go wrong, would go wrong eventually. You had backup plans for your backup plans.

Loki reached around you to mess with the switchboard again. The bastard was working while he was finally giving you what you wanted. He brought up the feed from the Nidavellir room again. This time, after the incident when you showed up. 

“Look at how in control of the situation you are. Never faltering. Look at how everyone looks to you,” he said. 

He continued to play with you and you were getting wetter by the second. You watched as you came into the room. Everyone looked at you. Even when Loki showed up, they were taking your cues. 

Loki slipped a finger inside you and you moaned. You dropped your head because it had been so fucking long since you had someone else’s hand inside of you. You took care of yourself when you got the chance. Lately, those chances were few and far inbetween. 

“Look at the screen. Keep your eyes on yourself,” he commanded in your ear. 

You struggled to lift your head. His fingers were long and he had them at an angle, rubbing against a spot inside of you that you hadn’t managed to get on your own. His finger stilled and you grunted.

“Eyes up, Darling. I won’t tell you again,” he said.

You sniffled a bit. You weren’t crying, but the pleasure felt so damn good. You were desperate to get his fingers moving again. So you lifted your head and focused blurrily on the image of you telling everyone what to do. 

Loki began to stroke your pussy and you moaned softly. “You do so much around here. I know I don’t always say it. But I am deeply grateful to have someone like you at my side. However, I am aware of what you need,” he said.

He added a second finger and you reared up. Loki groaned as you wiggled against his hard cock. He pumped his fingers in and out of you. You wanted to close your legs, it felt too fucking good, but he kept your legs on the outside of his. There was no way to close them. 

Your hands curled against the desk until they were fists. Your nails dug into your palms. Your moans filled the room and the wet suction of your pussy as his fingers slid in and out. He added his thumb to stroke your clit. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. Pressure built in your tummy as your orgasm floated to the surface. 

“You need to let go, my Darling. Let go, for once. Just feel,” he said. He kissed up and down the side of your neck. He bit your neck where it met your shoulder. “Let go.” 

“Oh fuck,” you wailed as you climaxed and flooded his fingers. 

When you were done, Loki pulled his fingers out of you. Then he shoved them into your mouth. “Suck.” 

You sucked his fingers, tasting your arousal. He moved more switches and pressed more buttons on the switchboard. He located the footage from the fight. The men that had attacked you had pulled up on their own and exited the car by themselves. It was mid afternoon but the parking lot was half full. 

Loki kissed your neck. “I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re so gorgeous after you cum,” he said.

You groaned. Somehow, you only wanted more. You weren’t satisfied with just his fingers. Loki pulled his fingers out of your mouth and licked up what you couldn’t get to.

Loki pushed away from the desk and massaged your thighs. They were beginning to ache a bit. His breath fanned over your neck and ear, raising goosebumps. He closed your legs and your arousal had cooled a bit in your panties.

He pushed you to stand and some part of you died. He got you off and now he was done with you. Discarded. 

Loki chuckled. “Do you think I’m done with you?” He asked. 

“Aren’t you?” 

Loki grinned. “Never. I’m never done with you. Not until I hear you beg for this cock. It won’t be now, it won’t be soon. But I will hear those words,” he said. 

Your jaw dropped. You didn’t understand him. And it was infuriating. You made a career of being able to read people well. And he made it more difficult with every word he spoke. 

“Don’t hold your breath,” you said. Though, you sounded tougher in your head. Your eyes kept dropping to his thick cock straining against his trousers. He noticed and rubbed himself over his pants. You thought he was going to say something smart about how you couldn’t get it unless you begged.

“Get on your knees,” he said.

He started to undo his belt. Your pussy tingled. You were crouching down and staring at his hands before it registered. You didn’t scowl this time. He unzipped himself and pulled his trousers down. You helped him bring them down a little further. 

He stroked himself and you licked your lips, watching the action. His dick was huge and his balls were heavy. Precum beaded at the tip before it slipped over the side and dripped down to the base. 

Loki rubbed his dick across your lips. “Put that impudent mouth to good use,” he said. 

You opened wide and slipped your lips over the thick tip. The saltiness of his cum coated your tongue and you licked up everything he gave. You bobbed your head slowly, trying to see how you could fit all of him and please him.

“No teasing, Darling. I have dreamed of this too often,” he said. 

You fought the urge to smirk. All that bullshit he sprouted about being able to last. You used your tongue and hands to add extra pressure as you began to suck him dry. The sound of you slurping his cock was nothing in comparison to his moans. He stared at you while you sucked him off. 

He encouraged you on what he liked and what he didn’t like. He coached you on how to take him how he wanted. Your pussy clenched hearing his words of praise. “My beautiful, Darling. Your mouth is heavenly,” he said. 

He couldn’t stop touching your face and hair, moving it out of the way of you pleasing him. He stopped talking as you sucked him harder, like a lollipop. He threw his head back and moaned. 

His mouth hung open and his eyes were closed tightly. He brought his hands to your head and began to move you faster. You choked a bit as he forced himself deeper down your throat. And you fucking loved it. You loved that he was fucking your mouth. That you were the one driving him this crazy. 

He moaned a bit more before he shoved into your mouth on one hard push. His cum squirted out of him and down your throat in hot pulses. You swallowed it all down and moaned. Your panties were fucking soaked and you pathetically clenched around nothing. You needed this beautiful cock inside you. You wanted to see his face as he slammed into you over and over.

Loki pulled out of your mouth and he bent forward in the chair. He kissed both of your cheeks, your forehead, and your lips. He pulled your hair until your neck was exposed and he kissed the length of it.

“So fucking gorgeous. So divine. You are a goddess,” he whispered. 

Your heart soared. You would live and die on his praise. If he kept it up, there would be no coming back down. Your head would swell ten sizes too big. 

You grinned and he kissed you again. Posessively. Madly and deeply. Your kisses were sloppy but no less hot. He pulled back and put his face against your cheek. He panted and nuzzled you until you were both calm enough to speak. 

“Why won’t you say the words?” 

It took you a minute to understand what he was asking. You were thankful that he couldn’t see your face as you answered.

“I don’t want to make it bigger than what it is. It’s just us fucking,” you said.

Loki kissed your cheek. “If that were all it was, this would have happened a long time ago. We’re past casual, Darling,” he said. 

You wanted to deny it. To hold on to your delusion that this was one sided. Or that he didn’t truly care, not that way. And why should you want his feelings? After he was done with you, he would move on to his next obsession. 

“I know you’re going to overthink this. Don’t. Clean yourself up and come back. We’ve got a saboteur to find,” he said.

He let you go and fixed his pants. You stood up with a frown. He still wasn’t going to fuck you. He said as much but you still held on to that pathetic sliver of hope. 

He stood up and smirked at you. He leaned in and kissed you. When he pulled back, he bit your lip. “Do as I say, Darling,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck you!” 

His laugh followed you out of the room. Bastard.

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Take a Chance with Me | CSB | Prt. 1

: ̗̀➛ summary: on a night when your friend group forces you into a sticky situation, the only thing you're left to decide is if you're willing to take a chance or not

: ̗̀➛ pairing: choi soo bin x curvy!fem!mc (ft. small appearances from yeonjun and some le sserafim members)

: ̗̀➛ genre/au(s): angst (maybe? i guess? idk my writer's brain was struggling), forced proximity, major buildup

: ̗̀➛ rating: M(18+)

: ̗̀➛ word count: 1.409k

: ̗̀➛ warnings: written with a curvy/plus size mc in mind, talks of meddling friends, brief discourse on puberty and crushes

: ̗̀➛ smut warnings: none (for this part)

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There are very few things your friend group loves more than meddling in the social aspect and love affairs of your life. But especially the details of your love life. In fact, it's their favorite thing to do. See, for some odd reason, your friends absolutely love placing you into situations that test how either your crushes or those who harbor feelings for you will act. This has been the dynamic of the clique for years… since the days when the transition from carefree childhood to the point of the pre/pubescent years in which one begins exploring sexuality as sexual attraction runs rampant, and those awkward, obsessive, puppy love type crushes bloom. Since the 5th grade, for whatever reason it be, your proactive, kooky, loyal, mischievous, tight-knit crew had taken a rather strong interest in the events of your life. Hell, they would jump through flaming hoops of fire just to help you — their talkative friend — finally find a guy whose actually interested in you, and help you get laid by a hottie disguised as a cutie, even if you are their little gremlin of a friend who likes to start shit and then play innocent.

Which is exactly what brings you to your current predicament. A very sticky situation at that. Suddenly, and greatly betrayed and singled out by your best friends. Friends who have subtly manipulated you and forced you in this mess. A group of friends that have once again placed you into a rather testy situation due to their interest in your love affairs. How dare they conspire against you and trap you. God, the audacity of those guys and girls to create a whole scenario in hopes of hooking you up with whoever it is they see as a good match for you. How dare your lovingly mischievous best friends try to push you into a situationship or full-blown relationship right now.

After the long ass road trip, you finally pull up to the beach house your friend Yeonjun’s auntie owns. Upon your arrival, you’re quite surprised to find no presence of your friends anywhere in the vicinity of the property. While shifting the gear into park, your gaze moves over towards your phone that’s resting in the dash mount. Then you reach your right hand out and hold down on the home button, using your voice to command Siri to initiate a FaceTime call with Chaewon. After about two rings she finally picks up.

“Hey, Chae, where are you? Are you Kkura, Zuha and Yuyu on the road yet? And where's everyone else at? I just barely got up to Yeonjun's aunty's beach house, and I'm so confused. What happened? The place seems to be totally empty. D-Dd-Did we change plans? Or? Oh my God. Did I get here too early? Chae, you should’ve told me!” You worriedly question and stammer, turning off the engine. It's weird. Chaewon is usually super good at telling you about the spontaneous decisions the others in your friend group make. But this time she didn’t for some reason.

“Ohh, heyyyy babes! Huh? What are you talking about, Aeri? Wait a minute girl… WHAT?!?!? So, you’re already at the house? And you’re saying no one’s there? But… What about Soobin? He should be there by now. Is- Is Soobin not there?...” Chaewon suspiciously replies, wordlessly communicating with the girls. Chaewon is then strongly interrupted by the sound of Yunjin, Kazuha, and Sakura animatedly giggling in the background.

Why are the girls suddenly acting so strangely? Soobin? Choi Soobin? Huh? What the hell is going on? What about Soobin? What is Chaewon talking about? And why on earth is she mentioning Soobin specifically? “Hahaha. That fool. What a fucking chicken. Soobie Boobie better get up off his ass and make his move on our girl Aeri now. Lest we forget about how homeboy basically owes us all big time now.” Yunjin sassily interjects, dramatically flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Amen Sister! Our squad did a huge favor for the man. We all took an L so his cringy simp ass could finally have his opportunity to swoop in on our girl Aeri.” Kazuha scoffs, majorly appalled by the idea of Soobin chickening out after all this planning to help the man finally confess his feelings for you. Kazuha and Sakura exchange some very disgruntled looks before rolling their eyes in unison. “Damn straight girlie! We gave Soobin a big chance here. He told us all about how he was finally going to go for it and tell Aeri everything. So, if he doesn't take the chance, and shoot his shot now… well then, I’mma go kick his ass and then yeet him off a steep as fuck mountain.” Sakura quips, passionately describing how she plans to “take care” of Choi Soobin should things fail him.

Okay. What in the fuck is going on with your besties right now? Clearly there is something that seems to be pretty damn major going on… but like, what? What is it? Why did the conversation flip to some strange talk about Soobin? And then there’s yet another question, what exactly were Yunjin and Kazuha trying to insinuate by saying things like “Soobin should swoop in on you”, or that Soobin “needs to get up off his ass and make a move on you”? Oh, and also there's Sakura passionately going on a whole bit about how she's got this whole plan to unalive Bin if he “doesn't take his chance to shoot his shot”.

Why is there all of this vast discourse on Choi Soobin popping up out of nowhere? Swoop in on you? Make his move? Shoot his shot? Did you fall into an alternate universe or some strange dimension? What on earth is even happening? This all really doesn't sound anything like the Choi Soobin you know. None of it makes any shred of sense. At least not in your mind of all spaces. Especially since you and Choi Soobin are only just best friends. Although, you really shouldn’t have expected any less. What are the odds an event like this would happen to you? 99.9% of course.

Far worse things have been done by your girlfriends before, so how can you distinguish whether or not this time is another pity party, or if there's truly some weight to the words coming from your girls. What exactly are your friends up to? Is this another act of the whole friend group trying to discreetly arrange a romantic situationship for your benefit? Or, is this perhaps a real scenario, and this indeed is a whole orchestrated plan by Choi Soobin?

Yeah, you’ve had a bit of an inkling that in Soobin’s eyes, he might see you as something more than a childhood best friend. But, even if there is a slight, miniscule chance that he holds more romantic feelings towards you, you don't allow yourself to believe it.

Loudly smacking your hand against the center console between your seat and the passenger seat, you succeed in somewhat scaring the four girls on the other end of the call. “Uhh… girls! Y’all have got some explaining to do right now. What the hell is happening and why are you guys being so aloof about everything right now? “Chae, what's going on, bestie? Why is one of the first things you asked me, whether Soobin is here or not? And Yuyu, Zuha, Kkura… can anyone of y’all please be so kind as to tell me why exactly you three are talking to me about our dear mutual friend Soobin rizzing me up?” You interrogatively rant.

Your confusion and grand desperation only grows even larger at the range of reactions exuding from the four girls sitting on the floor of Kazuha's home dance studio. As a result of your rather intense inquiry, your friends audibly gulp and silently exchange fearful glances, wordlessly pleading with one another to speak up and answer your line of questions.

“Sorry sweet sweet Aeri. But, we can't share anything with you. And besides, even if we did by chance want to spill the beans to you… you see, we have all been sworn to secrecy by one Mr. Choi Soobin.” Yunjin comments.

“Nothing we can do, Aeri. Sorry to keep a secret from you, but it is what it is. If you wanna know so bad, then you're just going to have to ask Soobin about everything.”

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Reunited ch 5

*had to sit in a room all morning and just twiddle my thumbs so got some writing down. So here we are chapter 5 again im a baby writer none of this is profed i just write and post. Everyone be kind. In my fic neytiri and jake actually took care of spider, like reader asked them to and the colored text is them speaking in Navi.

Previous chapter. Next chapter

Y/n pov

My mind is slightly eased after speaking with Norm. While he didn’t promise anything he also didn’t flat out refuse us, even so miles has continued to fine tune his own escape plan for us just in case Jake refuses to help. Right now however the biggest hurdle in his plan is Spider. Making sure we can fully take care of him, which evolves a mask that couldn't be tracked and a reliable source of oxygen for him. But after looking into some of the tech the new rda developers have been messing with I found a new type of mask for spider. It was more portable and no longer required to be charged; it would create its own oxygen so I keep my eye out and wait to swipe one when the time comes.While we all continue to follow any leads on finding Jake none of us are truly hunting him just doing the bare minimum to look as though we are all still loyal. It's not till a week later that something big happens. Ardmore has one of her goons call on us to meet Ardmore on the bridge.

Miles pov

I walk into the bride wainfleet and z-dog behind me. Y/n wanted to come but i wanted to keep her as far away from the general as i possibly could.

You called for us general”

“Ah yes colonel follow me, she leads us over to the hollow map now showing a large area of water instead of its usual mountain and tree landscapes.

We believe we’ve found a lead on sully's wearabouts

Really

Yes Mathewson pull up the data

Yes general

The map moves going back to the tree line just outside the rdas search circle. A red dot now displayed

We’ve been sweeping for old equipment from the war making sure everything was together and accounted for. In doing so we came across and active signal from an old fighter helios, it entered the edge of the tree line here and went west, until disappearing somewhere in this small grouping of islands

Thank you Mathewson. Colonel your team will leave at the end of the week, to start searching every one of these islands until Jake sully is found.

Of course General we'd be more than happy to.

Good answer: you'll be meeting up with a vessel we have out there already and they will assist you in your mission. Now go get me some results colonel

Yes ma’am”

Y/n pov

“So what did the wicked witch want?” I ask miles as he Lyle and z come back from their meeting with Ardmore

“There's been a signal from some old pre war equipment, its flown out towards the ocean region, ardmore wants us to follow up on it. She has reason to believe it sully or at least some of his followers.

“Well if it is Jake what are we going to do?

“I dont know darlin, try and contact norm again see whats taking them so damn long and if they dont answer well have to go with plan b.

“Ok ill go out today, and try again. “

“Good take Mansks and prager with you, but yall be quick about you hear i don't need this woman trying to find something to bitch at us about. Espesiclly when she holds your life in her hands ok love.”

“I will love take care of spider for me tonight.”

“I will darlin”

“Yeah no need to worry y/n hell be with his favorite uncle.

“Who says you're the favorite I hear Lopez call out as he approaches us.

“I say i'm the favorite and since i have seniority you can suck it lopez”

The two start going at it like toddlers me, miles and Z all just watching them.

“Don’t worry y/n me and Quartich will actually take care of shit.”

“Thanks z, ok boys let's go. “

We successfully made it to the clearing, ringing the com link non stop, when it was finally answered i could hear an odd sound in the background. It almost sounded like water or something, just reconfirming that whoever it is that answered was probably near the ocean

“Hello?”

“Jake?”

“Y/N?”

“Wow Jake, is it really you?

“Yeah dove it's me.”

“Ha dove I haven’t heard that call sign in years… oh jake i can’t even tell you how happy i am to hear your voice.”

“And I you y/n, now let me ask what's going on.”

“Have you spoken to Norm?”

“Yes I have, I was actually trying to get back to you but some stuff has happened with my family and I got side tracked.”

“Oh Jake, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything but I have to ask for my family and for yours.”

“What is it y/n”

“Jake shits is about to hit the fan here, Ardmore is determined to bring you in and make an example out of you. In her eyes, if she gets rid of you and your family then the RDA no longer has any issues with taking over Pandora like they plan.”

“And”

“And I'm guessing by the sounds of the ocean behind you that she's found where you’ve gone.”

“How”

“They got a signal from some old equipment that disappeared in a grouping of islands. They don't know which island so she wants to send us out to search, and if we don't do what they say they will get rid of us jake.”

I hear jake get further away from the com probably pacing, As i hear muffled cuss words

“Jake she wants to send us after you, but we're stuck if we don't do what they want they will get rid of us. We need to work together and come up with some way to delay Ardmore and get us out, so we can help you.

“Y/n its not going to be that easy.

“Well then tell me what we need to do to make it easy jake cause the rda isn't going to go away again without fully crippling what they’ve got going here. And no offenses but we’ve all been gone for 15 years the rda has stepped its game up. You’ll need our help”

Jake is silent again before letting out a long sigh. “I'll have to talk to some people, Dove. They’ll be the ones that will have to decide if we can do anything”

“Ok jake, we’ll continue to lay our part here but we're running out of time

“I understand here in the meantime is spider still with you. “

“Of course he is jake you should see him interact with everyone and”

“I can only imagine y/n but since he's still with you i'll send out a message to the clan to keep an eye out for him. Ok if they see a human kid with a bunch of Navi in army garb they’ll know who you all are. I'll tell them not to put up a fight that you aren't there to hurt them but you have to act until we are ready to strike. You just can’t hurt anyone

“We wont jake i'll personally make sure of it.

“Good till then keep in touch with me and ill try and come up with a plan to get yall off the radar. If your her only hunting party then getting rid of you will delay them till we can strike”

“Good point.” Mansks says next to me “if we somehow all died or got lost the rda wouldn’t be able to send someone after us right away without occurring more losses.”

“Yeah that would definitely upset the people over the general but it would also piss her off.” Prager chimes in

‘But y/n.”

“Yeah.”

“Be honest with me, I know you will.”

“Ok i promise.”

“Is he the same?”

“No Jake, none of us are the same. They’ve all changed and as the days move they grow more and more used to pandora and want to be a part of it. We’re different Jake, they could be different just like you where they’re on that cusp of not being human anymore but not fully being Navi. We just need help, so I ask you again as your friend. Please help me protect my family.”

“You always saw the best in me y/n, so I'll try and do the same with them. We'll have to meet somewhere neutral though, I'm not going to go through all this for quartich to betray me and hurt my family.”

“I completely understand Jake.”

“Ill be in touch dove, ill get and answer to you by tomrrow at the latest ok i have to talk to some people first so we can start making preparations. Keep this. Link open and let me or norm know if anything happens ok

“Ok jake i will

“Goodbye y/n and may eywa be with you.

“You as well jake. “

The call ends and i stare at the ground thoughts running through my head

I know in my heart that everyone’s changed and I know Jake would also help us, it's everyone else I worry about. While I don't want my family torn apart and used, I also don't want the people and the clans of Pandora to be hurt in the process either.

Jakes pov

“You did what now

“Im sorry tonowari but we have to help them”

“And why should we help these demons?”

“Ronal please”

“They’re are agitated and i can understand”

“Im sorry ok, i'm sorry that i brought this battle here when i told you i was done with war but its not going to go away. Look what's happening the rda hut tulkun, just as you’ve told me, they will not stop until they strip this planet of everything they want and then leave it in the dust to rot.

“If we help y/n and her team they can help us permanently alter the rda, possibly crippling them. We could cut this off at the source once again they have insisted that I don't have any longer.”

“What is it you expect from us jake sully”

“I expect nothing. I ask desperately for help to integrate and teach the sky people new ways, show them that our way of life is fully worth fighting for and then let them help us protect it.” Ronal and tonowari are silent. Exchanging looks with one another. Until Tonowari straightens up once more

“We will help you toruk makto, but know this will all fall on you and your family if it goes wrong.”

“I understand that and I will not endanger these people I refuse. We will set them up somewhere outside of the village until they are accepted and then we can go from there. Does that sound alright?

“Yes, on the grounds that I and my mate meet them as well since it is our clan they must conform to.”

“Of course.”

“Good then see to it Jake sully and keep us updated.”

“I will thank you tonowari, thank you.”

It takes until the end of the week to set up a meeting, being in constant interaction with jake we learn that we need to first meet with the clans leader tonowari since they are the ones that must teach, home and aid us

We take the ikran out and stop in our clearing to dump everything with a semblance of a tracker and leave it there. Spider rides with me today instead of miles. I like holding him close, it makes me breathe easier and Miles wants to make sure we're protected. We told the general we would take a quick trip to gather some more supplies for us since we found the food of pandora worked better for our growing Navi bodies than human food did. It takes a couple hours to get away from the base and towards the designated meeting spot it's an area just breaking into the ocean filled with overgrown roots of trees and moss. We land in a forested jungle esc area. A small stream and pond stints on a cliff face if you follow the stream and go further out into the trees you’ll come across the ocean. It’s truly beautiful though. Spider and I were so excited honestly to see the ocean and its beautiful turquoise blue water. I wish there was a beach to plan on and not just tree roots but hopefully spider will have the opportunity to have an actual beach day sometime in the future, all the ikrans are chirping with glee as we let them rest and drink some water. Everyone else though, were very rigged, ears pinned back and twitching at every sound. Hands twitching towards their weapons but making an effort not to grab them, tails swishing steadily back and forth. All on high alert, because even though we're here to make allies, training can not be easily forgotten.

“Ok darlin you ready” miles asks coming over to me and spider. I try and put a brave face on but my insides are twisted. Im affraid. If this doesn’t go well then well be essentially on the run from the rda and well be all by ourselves. I mean i have faith in my team but we can’t do it all alone and… i brought out of my thoughts by miles pulling me into his chest whispering to breath in my ear.

A few deep breaths and i shake my head he loosens his hold and looks at me

“Are you ready my love”

“It’s just sully i can handle him “

“Miles you I both know it's bigger than that. “ Hes silent

“Miles just promise be to try ok, we all need to reconcile and move forward before none of us can”

“Your right darlin your right”

“COLONEL”. Lyle yells out getting all of our attention. He's looking at the sky. Seeing a group of other ikran flying towards us. Everyone gets in formation, grouping into a somewhat defensive stance but still trying to look open since they all know what's at stake here.

Six people land and depart. Three of them are darker blue like us but there are two others. They look different from the Navi I'm used to, they're a lighter more turquoise blue, they have bigger arms and tails. They also wear shells and netting rather than the braided garments of the forest people.

As they get closer the dark blue male leads, his dreaded hair hangs behind him as he walks with purpose towards us.

Jake?” I ask the male as he comes to a stop a quarter of the way from us.

“Jake, neytiri i hear spider shout out as he goes bounding over to the group.

“Spider!” i hear miles call out to the teen who stops before completely running over to them

“It’s ok,” Jake calls out. Gesturing a hello to Spider. The atmosphere is definetly tense on all sides so i decide to try and break it

“It’s good to see you again jake and you neytiri

Jake smiles and neytiri finally comes out from behind him, no longer able to contain her happiness at seeing the person she used to know in a body gifted by eywa. I meet her half way between the two groups as she holds me at arm's length, looking me up and down. Before gently smiling.

“I see you my friend”

“I see you neytiri” She smiles and hugs me, I feel miles and the other scoot up slightly, miles in spider coming up behind me as Jake and Norm follow behind neytiri

“Tiri, can I cut in” Jake asks coming to stand beside her before also, quickly, hugging me and looking me over as well

“Wow dove, it's actually you, I honestly say I never thought I’d see you again, any of you” Jake says stepping back towards me as he eyes the man behind me

“Quartich”

“Sully, mrs. Sully”.

Tiri softly hisses at miles anger evident on her face, but she says nothing, she's not the only one though, i can tell miles is nervous even though he's trying real hard not to show it.

“Care to get this thing started sully we can’t be here all day.

“Right grab Wainfleet and come meet your new allies.” Miles Lyle and i walk with jake and neytiri over to the unknown Navi

“Ill translate for you jake tells us quickly

“We know how to talk sully miles replies snippaly to jake with wainfleet smirking next to him

“Miles please just relax, go ahead jake.

All right, then Tonowari, Ronal. This is y/n l/n, miles Quaritch and Lyle Wainfleet. They are the heads of their clan with Quartich being their olo’eyktan

“Guys this is the metkayina clans olo’eyktan tonowari and his mate and tsahik of his clan Ronal. They’ve been helping my family and i and have agreed to help you all as well”

Tonowari and Ronal i see you: doing the gesture much to their surprise “And i thank you for helping in our time of need”

Tonowari and Ronal look at each other having a silent conversation before returning my greeting, Miles does a simple nod/bow to show respect which Tonowari reciprocates.

“Jake sully has told us of your life’s, and i refuse to bring trouble to my clan without just cause. In fact we were prepared to refuse jake sully until eywa sent us a sign.”

“She sent me a vision”, Ronal starts “she told me to help you, and i will not refuse Eywas word not matter how much i disagree with so you sky demons will be helped”

“Um thank you”. I say nudging miles beside me to say something

“Yes thank you chief we just ask for somewhere to lay low. Miles spits out

“We just got our family back and we would like to protect it sir. Lyle adds to miles speech

Understandable, as ive said once we get you away from the sky people we will start teaching you the ways of water till you become a part of the clan.

Thank you thank you we will work hard i promise we are all very capable and will earn our place i swear.

“Very well, jake sully?”

“Oh yeah ok well first things first before all of that we have to figure out how to get you away from the rda

I've actually had an idea about that, Lyle states quickly.

Y/n pov

For the next hour we dish out a plan, our team would follow our orders and start searching the islands and the villages, once we get to the preordained village, the ocean clans would unite and apprehend the sky people that have been scouring the ocean nearby. They would capture all of us and fake kill/capture us in their attempts to rescue the toruk makto adopted human son. Hopefully there would be no casualties but the human soldiers that Ardmore sends to monitor us will probably put up a fight. Hopefully we can talk them into staying on the boat. Either way it was surprising how well all the boys got along. Working well to hash out this plan to where everyone was taken care off. It brought a smile to my face till i saw neytiri side eyeing miles, she was till stiff as a board so i decided to try and talk to her.

“Hey tiri can i speak with you for a moment?”.. she agrees and walks over with me to sit on some tree roots near by

“How are you Tiri?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean your stiff as a board and i know your not exactly thrilled with Miles”

“That de… Quartich has done much to me and my family, and i hold much anger toward him, but eywa has spoken and i am trying to listen to her.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be angry with him, neytiri. You know i don't think I ever got to apologize to you.

“For what?”

“For everything for not doing more to stop the attack on hometree, even though I didn’t know they were doing that. Or for stopping miles and the other from joining the war for everything the humans have done to you I apologize.”

Tiri hugs me, both us having tears in our eyes

“I do not blame you y/n for i must also apologize, for taking your mate away from you”

“No tiri neither of us blame you in fact we don't even really remember it. What matters now is that we're here together in these bodies and are able to do better this time”

“Yes.”

“I must also thank you and Jake for what you’ve done with Spider. You out of everyone had every right to never even acknowledge Spider but he tells me he's close with all your kids and that you helped him so much growing up.

“Yes i must admit at first i was apprehensive but as he learned more about pandora the more i saw you in him, i knew you would want him to live a life not in a lab”

“You are correct. I wanted him to be able to experience the things around him so again from mother to mother I thank you neytiri.”

“Of course y/n of course”

Miles pov

“Ok that should be good for now, it’s getting late and your team will need to start heading back Quartich.” Jake says quickly motioning to how dark the sky has started to get the sun beginning to set in the sky

“Agreed, ok y’all pack it up.” I yell to my team all swiftly moving into action

“Sully i would like a word, privately” i say looking over at spellman as he quickly lifted his head from talking to Tonowari as soon as he heard me speak

“Fine, I have something to say to you as well”

Jakes pov

Quartich and i walk over away from everyone else

“Ok sully get this out of the way yeah”. Quartich says bracing himself like i'm going to slug him in the face. Part of me wants to but the more mature part has realized I had wronged this man as much as he had me.

“Im sorry colonel”

“Wait What!”

“Yeah, I'm sorry……. I've had a lot to think about colonel, and ive realized, you guys took me in when i got to pandora, despite my disability you all treated me like a normal soldier. Made me part of your team despite me being assigned to grace, didn’t let me feel like I was just some experiment, and what did i do, I betrayed you all. I immediately made you the enemy when in reality it was the rda that where the enemy we were all just caught in their net, just like now. Which is why I apologize for that but you have to see now why I did what I did don't you?

“I do sully i do, he turns to look at spider and y/n quickly.

“I forgot when i was human that i made a promise to myself that they would come before everything else. I wanted a good home for my family and thought the only way to get it was to follow orders.

“I understand that, which is why i propose a new start”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I say we let the past stay in the past. No longer opposite sides of the board but comrades in arms once again. That we help one another to realize our dreams for our families. What do you say?” I ask holding my hand out to shake and sign the pact.Quartich looks at my hand for a moment for grasping my arm and shaking it a nod in my direction

“Agreed sully, let's take these bastards out, but first lets get us away from them deal

“Yes sir.”’ I say a slight grin in my tone.

“Dad, we're ready!” I hear spider yell out, quickly turning Quaritch's head. We both look over to the boy with a goofy smile pressed on his face.

Hey thanks for taking care of my boy, jake

“Of course, colonel, I promised y/n I would..

“Yeah now let's get the job done.”

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Robbery

Villain has been robbed, a task that should have been impossible, but worst of all they have no idea who, how, or even what was taken. 

Based in the OC World of a bigger project

CW: Swearing, fight, blunt weapons, knives, blood, death/killing, control against will, threats

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Villain sat at their desk and stared at the note in front of them, folded in  half and propped up like a little tent, words drawn neatly on its side. If you were to pick it up and look inside you would see more letters, words Villain already had burned in their brain.

They had to admit their hand writing was pretty, educated, crafted even. Someone had taken the time to write these letters perfectly, or perhaps it was a skill they had simply mastered.

On the outside of the note was the word sorry, and inside read: Had to borrow a couple of things, hope you don’t mind!

Of course Villain would mind and the writer knew that, why else would they leave a note? Why else would they say those words? They knew exactly how pissed off Villain would be and they wanted to just add a cherry on top. Villain had been robbed, and to make it worse they had, had no idea until they found the note, sitting on their desk likes this.

Not only had someone stolen from them, undetected, but the thief made it all the way into Villain’s office and left a fucking note without activating a single alarm, without a single security guard noticing them. Part of Villain was impressed, it was a feat previously thought impossible, that not even Heroes had achieved. The other part burned with a rage hotter and more deadly then any fire in hell.

And the worst part, because this only gets worse, Villain had no idea what was even taken. With no alarms to go off and no camera footage having caught sight of the supposed thief, Villain had to send people to search the vaults, to go through every logged opening and close of the gates, the doors and the vault itself.

Villain has no idea who, what or why, just a note of apology.

The door to Villain’s office opened and Right Hand walked in without hesitation.

“Please tell me you have something,” Villain said.

Right Hand stopped in front of the desk, crossed their arms.

“Well, they somehow managed to avoid every camera in the facility, which at least now we know we have blind spots.”

“We don’t have blind spots,” Villain said, “I designed this place myself. We have blind slivers, tiny moments in between camera movements, there is no possible way someone could have timed those up.”

“Well I think we may need to adjust what we believe is possible,” Right Hand said and pulled a folded piece of paper out of their pocket. Villain took, it unfolded it, read it once, then twice, looked up at Right Hand.

“They used the code?”

“Someone plugged it in, and yet we have no record of someone accessing it. Security was in the booth all night, no one asked them for it.”

“Alright I know what we just said but that is actually impossible. The code changes combinations every minute, the only people who can see it is security. Was there a breach in the firewall? Were we hacked?”

“No, none. And the Telepathic fields were up so no one could have read Security’s mind. As I said, the impossible is old news. Whoever this person is must have some ability for them to just… well I don’t even know what, but they used the code to open the vault, and they avoided every camera and alarm in the building.”

Villain studied Right Hand carefully. “You haven’t said what they’ve taken yet.”

Right Hand sighs.

“I don’t like that sigh,” Villain said.

“Well, they took one of our experimental explosives, which you know, not great.”

“But.”

“But… they took Nathanial’s Grimoire and the Amulet of Gruel.”

Villain felt like laughing, felt like punching a wall, and biting an ear off. They took in a breath, steepled their hands and rested their lips against their fingers. Once again they were impressed, that’s a lot of important shit to take, some very important shit.

“And we have no idea who they are?”

“No, but we have teams working to track the book now as we speak.”

“If our thief knows what they are doing they won’t be able to track it for long, which means we have a very narrow window to find it before they undo everything I have worked for.”

Villain stood from their seat.

“Get Antony to send out teams across the city, give them all trackers and tell them to move as fast as possible.”

“Already on it, they are readying now. I was more here to see what you wanted me to do.”

“We are going to search a different way.”

Right Hand nodded and followed Villain out of the room.

~

Civilian felt like they were trying to dislocate their jaw. No matter how much they had squished down the sandwich every time they bit into it, they had to open their mouth as wide as possible and then some to fit it in. It wasn’t helping that they were trying to eat it with one hand, and when bits started falling out they resorted to taking smaller bites, getting bits and pieces at a time. Still tasted good.

With their other hand, covered in a thick glove, they reached over to the book in front of them and flipped a page.  The book was big, and old, and beautiful, covered in sigils and gold leafing, leather binding its sides. The pages were all delicately painted, pained over to get every picture and letter right. Civilian appreciated the effort and was careful to keep their sandwich away.

They licked mayo from the corner of their mouth, flipping over another page. It was all fascinating stuff, but not what they wanted.

The hotel room they were in was small, ridiculously so for the price, not to mention to state of it. Civilian was sat on the faded carpet, coughing table dragged over to the window the catch the evening light. Civilian had tried using the lights inside the apartment but they were so yellow they could barely see the details on the pages. They scanned over another two pages before turning them again, brows knitted together in concentration. It was hurting their head. Usually, it didn’t take them much effort to get what they want but something about this book was making it difficult.

It wasn’t that they didn’t know the language, that’s never been an obstacle before, nor that their knowledge of magic was limited, they would simple just expand that limit. But there was some sort of interference from the book itself, a static that buzzed in their mind.

They sat back and took another bite of their sandwich, shifting their eyes away to try and alleviate the pressure in their head. It didn’t really work. After a couple more minutes trying Civilian closed the book, the pressure in their head becoming almost unbearable. They turned and opened the window, letting in a wash of fresh air as they stood in the sunlight, taking a deep and calming breath.

A phone to their left rung and they placed the sandwich down onto  some paper wrap, wiping their hand against their shirt. Caller ID unknown.

“Hello,” Civilian answered sweetly.

“Where the fuck is my bomb?”

They flinched and held the phone away from their ear.

“Really Gerard there is no need to yell, your voice is coming across fine.”

“You lied to me, and you stole from me.”

“I didn’t lie to you Gerard, and I didn’t steal from you, you just gave me information you didn’t know you were giving me.” Civilian took a bite of their sandwich. “And let’s be real here, I have a much better use for the bomb then you do.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Come now, your plan is as plain as day. You were going to detonate it in the School of Word because that’s where half the council’s kids go.  I mean really man, kids? You think people are going to side with you over the council after you kill a bunch of school kids? You’re just giving the council more fuel for the fire, not to mention the fact that morally, once I know that, I have to stop you.”

“You want to talk morals with me? How about-”

“Kids are a different story man, you don’t hurt kids, they have no part in any of this. Asswipes like you however I have no issue with harming. Which is something you should keep in mind.”

“You have no idea what-”

“You should know by this point, I do in fact know what I am talking about, and I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. Now maybe we can rethink this plan of yours into something a little more productive.”

“No I will tell you what I am going to do. I am going to find you and I am going to make you regret betraying me.”

“I didn’t betray you Gerard, I was never loyal to you in the first place. I just had a nice conversation with you and now you’re butt hurt because my plan was better. See, much less dramatic.”

“I am going to tear you limb from limb, you will beg-”

“Ok good luck with that.”

Civilian hung up.

They sighed, leaning forward until their head rested against the cool glass of the window, knuckles whitening against the phone.

“I don’t have time for this.”

They stood their a moment, trying to think their way around the situation but every path they went down met with a wall until there was only one path remaining. The one path they didn’t really want to go down.

Civilian turned and picked up the book, moving it over to a an almost equally as old looking brown leather satchel, tying it in firmly. They stood, piking up their plate and walking it over to the kitchen bench where an even more ancient looking Gold amulet, its centre adorned with a transparent black crystal that held a mummified human eye inside of it, sat. And next to it was a glass box, inside a perfectly spherical metal ball with knobs and buttons across one side.

Civilian placed the plate down, picked up the amulet and hung it around their neck before nestling the glass case under one arm.

~

The polluted night sky was nothing but a black void. Villain had never liked cities, this reason among many. Being separated from the stars felt like being separated from a lover, from a friend, even a parent. The stars had been with them longer then any human had. Watched over them in their childhood, watched them grow into the horrible person they were today. But they didn’t judge, in fact they couldn’t give less of a fuck, and Villain appreciated that.

But here in the light polluted city, Villain couldn’t see a single one, just a black void stretching out above skyscrapers and towers. The roof Villain stood upon was much shorter then those, though still a towering fortress.

“Staring at them isn’t going to make them suddenly appear,” a voice said behind Villain.

Villain did not move, just continued looking up.

“Perhaps, but in my minds eye I can paint them out.”

“What’s your obsession with them anyway? They’re cool and all but like they’re just lights, I don’t get it.” Hero stepped beside Villain, looking up at the void.

“That’s because you grew up in the city. Seeing them for you was a treat, for me its home.”

“You could always go back home, stop being a pain in my ass.”

Villain grinned, looked down and at Hero.

“Oh  no, I have way too much fun here. Besides there is too much work for me to still do before I can think about retiring.”

Hero sighed.

“Yeah, so you keep saying, not that you ever tell me what your work is.”

“You will know when the time is right.”

Hero just rolled their eyes.

“Enough chit chat, why did you summon me here.”

Villain turned away from the edge of the building to face Hero completely.

“Don’t play dumb, you know why I brought you here.”

Hero raised their brows. “Well that’s news to me.”

Villain eyed them, frowned.

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

Villain laughed, it startled even them, but they laughed at the absolute absurdity of it. There is no way it was another Villain, they would know about that, so it had to have been the Heroes, but if Hero doesn’t even know… Who the fuck broke into their facility?

“I was robbed last night,” Villain said.

Hero’s face almost split itself in half their jaw dropped so fast.

“What?! How? That’s impossible.”

“So I thought, but clear as day someone stole from me, even left me a little note.”

Villain took the note out and handed it to Hero. They kept talking as Hero examined it.

“I had assumed it was the heroes’ doing since no Villain had, but apparently not.”

“No, an operation like that would have definitely reached my ears, your place is a fortress.”

“And yet someone got in, completely undetected. If they hadn’t left a note, then I wouldn’t have known until next time I opened the vault.”

“Interesting,” Hero said.

“Exactly.”

“Why would they alert you if they could have gotten away scott free?”

“Well since no ransom or deal has been proposed my current theory is they just wanted to show off. Or tell me they’re about to destroy the world.”

Hero cocked their head as they looked at the note.

“Hmm, no I don’t think so. I am not getting end the world vibes from this.”

“What are you getting from it?”

Hero placed a hand over the note, pressed it between their palms and a flash of green went through their eyes.

“Desperation, anger but very aimed anger. This person was on a mission, a goal, but not to end the world. To… find something? It’s a bit hard to tell, I’m getting a lot of interference.”

“Can you tell if they’re a witch or a mage?”

Hero took a second before slowly shaking their head.

“No, but definitely one of the two and definitely strong, as strong as you perhaps.”

“Mm, I figured they’d have to be at least somewhat powerful to pull this off.”

“Yeah, just what we need, another you or superhero to play gods in this world.”

“Be careful now, I’m sensitive about that subject,” Villain warned, voice low.

“And we have a deal that you won’t play mind games with me, so I can say what I like and you will let me go or I rat out this whole operation to the other Heroes.”

Hero went to put the note in their pocket but Villain snatched their wrist. Hero gasped as their body seized, eyes stuck staring into the darkness of Villain’s.

“Tsk, tsk, come now Hero I have treated you so well up until this point. You’re going to try and blackmail me now?”

Villain pried the paper from Hero’s gasp.

They sighed, “I should have seen this coming, you types always get cocking at some point, never able to stay on your own level.”

Villain moved, still holding Hero’s wrist, Hero’s body walking itself along side them.

“Do you want to know why I always meet people on the roof? And no its not just so I can look at the stars.”

Villain stopped a metre away from the buildings edge but Hero’s body kept going, walking in front of Villain, turning so their back is to the drop and they are facing Villain.

“I know you are hoping that this is just a warning, and once upon a time when I was young and hopeful I would have given you a warning. But experience has told me that once this spark is present there is not putting it out.”

Tears ran down Hero’s face, their body still stiff, mouth unable to move while their mind screamed and begged. Villain smiled softly.

“You were a good pawn, I will miss you.”

Villain let go of Hero’s wrist and Hero gasped a scream about to pass their lips when Villain struck out with their other hand and pushed them off the building. Villain peered over the edge, watching and waiting for the thud, the screams. Their phone vibrated and they pulled it out, just as a woman screamed below.

“Yes?” They said, turning and walking away from the edge.

“We found something, not the thief but where they stayed.”

“Find anything useful?”

“Just that this was a one person job and they like chicken, cheese and mayo sandwiches.”

“Well, that’s not exactly useful, but I’ll take it, can any of the trackers get anything from the sandwich?”

“There is some interference, but they think they might be able to.”

“Mm, that seems to keep happening. All hands on deck when we do find this person.”

“Yes sir.”

~

Civilian sat on a chair in the middle of a warehouse. Night had fallen and everything was dark bar the single LED lantern in their lap and light spilling in from the street outside. For anyone else it made for a difficult place to see in, for Civilian, eh.

They watched the silhouettes arrive, a small army by the looks of it. Of course Gerard might have been a pain in the ass, but he was smart. Civilian hit a button on the remote in their hand the the large roller door began to open, stopping the the army in their stride. Gerard stood in front of them.

“Well you took your time,” Civilian said, standing, holding the lantern in their hand. “I only left you like 20 messages.”

“You think you’re so smart don’t you,” Gerard said, walking in.

“Just a little?” Civilian shrugged. “I mean I tricked you, didn’t I? Though if I am honest that was not very hard at all.”

The small army spread out as they walked in, surrounding Civilian, armed with bats and crowbars and knives and other quite unpleasant ways to die.

“You are messing with things you can’t even begin to imagine. I didn’t get to where I am by letting idiots like you punk me around.”

“Punk you around? Who even says that anymore? Is that even a saying?”

“Shut your fucking mouth or so help me I will cut out your tongue and make you eat it.”

“Ouch,” Civilian said.

“You have two options here, either-”

“No, you have two options here,” Civilian cut in. “Well, your people do. You Gerard are going to die here to night one way or another, but everyone else, if you don’t want to have a short end to your life this is your one and only chance to leave.”

A few chuckles went through the crowd, a couple of uncertain glances but no one moved.

“Who do you think you are?” Gerard laughed. “You think you stand any sort of chance against all this?”

Civilian smiled, “I don’t know Gerard, do you? Why did you bring so many people?”

His jaw tightened.

“I broke into the most secure facility in the world and stole from one of the most feared and you think I am afraid of a gang of non-magical, non-gifted humans? My dear boy I may be a nobody, but that doesn’t mean I’m helpless.” They pulled off their sunglasses, “and you know full well I’m not human.” Silver eyes shined in the dim light.

“Fuck this,” Gerard snarled, “kill them.”

“Good luck,” Civilian said and closed the lamp. Darkness descended and the swing of the bat by their head went wide, easy for them to dodge and grab. The bat came into their grip, and they slammed the end into the owner’s stomach, stepping back to dodge another’s swing and parrying another.

Everything quickly turned into a flurry of movement, a blur of swings and kicks and punches, blood and broken bones. As their eyes adjusted the enemy’s swings became more accurate, someone grabbed Civilian’s hair and pulled them back, opening up a moment for a swing to the ribs. Civilian broke the hold and was free again, at some point they got punched in the face, which they returned.

Civilian moved with incredibly speed, like a cloud of smoke manoeuvring itself around attacks, flitting through the air. But they were much more solid then smoke, and despite their speed and ability the sheer number of people around them was enough to fail them. Hands and weapons were everywhere, like a crowd of children all reaching in to grab the one toy. Someone got a solid hit to Civilian’s knee and as they dropped a blade found their shoulder. Hands grabbed them and pulled them up, wrapping around their arms and several somethings cracked against their ribs.

Civilian kicked back against them, making enough space to dislodge their arm, remove the blade from their shoulder and stab it through someone’s throat.

Gerard watched from the back, moments of victory, of ego and triumph rising, as he watched each hit to Civilian. But the longer he watched the more the triumph began to die. Despite the seemingly winning blows Civilian did not go down, and one by one Gerard watched his people fall, until Civilian snapped the neck of the very last person.

Civilian did not look good. Blood spread across their shirt, dripped down their arm and onto the floor. Their breathing was ragged, bruises were forming and as they reached down to pick up their sunglasses a sharp breath stopped them. They used a bat to ease themself down, pluck the glasses from the ground and then ease themself back up. Gerard should have taken the time to run, to fight, to do something. Instead he just kept staring, and watched them turn to him.

“Well would you look at that,” Civilian said. “I was right. Who would have guessed it.”

Survival instincts kicked in and Gerard span on his heal and bolted for the exit but before he could make it even a step something hard and fast took out his legs. The bat clattered to the ground beside him as he tripped and fell with it. His head smacked against the ground, black dots dancing in his vision. Civilian appeared beside him, picked up the bat.

“You had so much potential Gerard, could have done so many things with your life and instead you chose this.”

“Please…”

Civilian raised the bat.

“I gave you ample opportunities, this is your own doing.”

They brought it down on his head.

Their shoulder wailed in agony.

“Fuck,” Civilian cried as they let go of the bat.

Their whole body screamed, if their ribs weren’t broken it was a fucking miracle, something was definitely wrong with their knee, and if they don’t act soon, they might just bleed out.

They grit their teeth as they walked towards the door.

“Fuck this,” they groaned, reaching the door and collapsing against the door frame.

They didn’t have time to be injured, time to find somewhere to patch themself up. They had to finish the book, do the ritual, they had too..

Civilian lowered themself to the ground, panting.

“Fuck,” they growled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

They used the wall to pull themself back up, but their legs shook.

And if things couldn’t get worse, they looked up.

“Well this is interesting,” Villain said, standing a bit away on the street, a few other people coming into place around them. “Not the state I expected to find my master thief in.”

Civilian gripped the wall to hold themself up.

“Not really a master, just kind of lucky.” Their hand is slick with blood. “Not that I feel very lucky right now.”

“You don’t look very lucky either,” Villain said, “Piss someone else off I take it?”

“You could say that.” Civilian was struggling to see straight.

“Well, I was preparing to have to fight you but by the looks of it you’re going to fall over in a second. Do you want my medics to grab you before that happens?”

“I mean if that’s an option sure. Saves me the trouble of a concussion or something.”

Villain looked to their left and one of the people broke away, approaching Civilian. In the doorway of the warehouse Civilian was shrouded by shadows and as Medic approached and got a better look at them, a panic found their features.

“We need to take them in now,” Medic said.

“It’s only a little blood loss,” Civilian said, their grip slipping off the door frame. Medic grabbed them, the impact agonising but Civilian didn’t have the energy to react.

The Medic look up, looked in to the warehouse.

“Holy shit,” they breathed. “Sir, come look at this.”

Villain frowned and approached, eyeing Civilian before looking into the room. Their brows rose, absolute carnage.

“Well you missed the perfect opportunity to say, ‘you should see the other guy’,” Villain said.

“Mm, damn,” Civilian muttered.

Villain eyed them again, the blood.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Medic picked Civilian up bridal style and carried them behind Villain.

Even in this state Civilian seethed. What a fucking mess.

 ~

Part 2

Let me know what you think! And if you folks have any recommendations of what I should write I am open to requests and the such. 

[lordrandreaming]

Unwanted Arcana opinion that might put me in hot water below:

I think the writing is incredibly lackluster, for personalities, interactions, and so on.

I noticed, as I neared the end of Julian's route, the writing lost it's fire. It seemed.. Confused. Like whoever wrote it had no idea where this was all going. You can tell, there was a change in writing.

Lucio, Muriel, and Portia are especially victims of this sudden change, because it just felt like they were given 'filler' personalities and stories. No one is hit harder than Portia. Followed by Muriel.. Followed by Lucio.

Now I like Lucio. But.. He wasn't done justice. You can say, that living the pampered life turned this count whos been in various bloody fights, raised out in the cold harsh winter environment, would make him this squishy, soggy idiot we know.

But.. His characterisation really could have been better. I see him more as 'Sorry not sorry I did that lol' not 'I need everyone to forgive me or im crying' (its not actually like that, but it's pretty close.) And then fucking off for adventure.

In my opinion, which yes, is just an opinion, Lucio should have stayed in Vesuvia and make up for what he's done by lending a helping hand. Yes everyone hates him, as he was written to be the *worst* character..

I think it's unfair what happened to all the routes by the end. Im assuming, If Julain's near-ending was so cobbled together, that Nadia and Asra's routes suffer the same fate.

As a writer, I care about the character's I am writing. I can see clearly that in the end, none of the M6 were cared about. They were made to be appealing and draw people in, because it was "the Thing" at the time.

It makes me incredibly sad, that now I see how cobbled together everything is. Some amount of thought went into the story, but it could have been so much better..

There isn't alot to do, for one. And I know.. 'Its just a game!' However, as a consumer of said media, it's extremely lacking and doesn't stimulate me like I'd hoped. It's like a false promise- but there was no promise to begin with.

When I first seen the Arcana, I was not at all interested. And for good reason.. As advertised was not what we got. I got into it about, two years ago now.

Yes, I was late, but.. The fandom was near death when I came into the scene. Yes yes, I know, people of course are still heavily into it, and I still love it myself but.. It makes me sad.

The character's clearly weren't cared about. They were put out there for visual appearance to lure in lonely gay people. Lesbians, Bi, everyone. They included everyone so they can pull in more people.

Nothing wrong with that- alot of games and industries tend to do this. But they never stick with what they said..

You can say: Mori, why are you bitching about this? It doesn't matter anymore!

Or

If your so unhappy, why don't you just stop caring?

Because.. It started out as a passion, you can see, and quickly as people left, new people kept coming in and that passion was quickly lost.

It saddens me, as an artist and writer. The love was lost.. And the Arcana became hollow anymore. As I played through it a second time, it just felt empty. It was so thrown together- the ingredients just didn't mix.

Id re-write the whole damn game if I could. And like hell I'm going on Dorian.

I appriciate that the people who still love the fandom, want to make and create and that Dorian allows that to happen, but I don't vibe with the fact that anything you post on there is now Dorian's to claim and use.

You can be mad at me, say that I'm wrong because Im dumb and didn't play all the routes, or tell me that I'm just seeing 'face value'. But I'm not changing my opinion because people are mad at me.

This isn't a post meant to rile up or insult anyone. Im not starting a debate. This is just my heartfelt opinion, and that opinion is the state the Arcana was left in was shit. It could have been more interactive, we could have had so much more, but ultimately, we are left with a hollow possibility of what could have been, but never was.

[actuallyitsstar]

Maverick + 2, 21, and 22?

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2. favorite canon thing about this character?

i think that hands down i have to say that i actually really respect the writers/tc/whoever making the active choice to humanize maverick. in a lot of big Straight Man Macho Action Flex Movies (tm) i feel like this is hardcore frowned upon. but i gotta hand it to tc, because i feel like it's a through line for his films- my poor traumatized meow meow ethan hunt comes to mind- that his action hero characters are like. PEOPLE. with emotions. who behave in a way you can empathize with and unpack.

like even in the original movie, though they are obviously not explicit in discussing it, they do address the way a scare can shake you up, the way there's no shame in it. viper even says as much to maverick when he's thinking of quitting. there's no shame in it. that spin was hell, it would've shook me up. there's no shame in cougar quitting either- he still is a good man, as mav helpfully reminds the others. he disobeys orders to help cougar, (i'd like to get on my 'parallels to jake launching against orders to save mav and bradley' high horse here but its not relevant rn so i'm gonna refrain), and he defends cougar's honor to the others multiple times. of course there's the surprising (for an 80s movie full of cheese and needless romance subplots and sweaty men) amount of emotional intelligence in goose and mav's conversation at the housing, when mav apologizes for showboating and makes the ~promise~ to goose and goose gets to display his immense working knowledge of What Makes Mav Tick. for all of that famous ego we've seen in action, mav is perfectly capable of listening to what goose has to say and understanding his point and conceding without making it about himself. that right there is some surprising emotional intelligence (which never coping with losing goose will promptly destroy but i digress)

and then there's the post goose's death universe- they let it haunt him. as they should, but i feel a lot of films in a similar genre and style wouldn't be willing to dwell on it so. he gets to cry. a lot. he's literally in the jet in top gun '86 with just. tears running down his face. then there's tgm- there's the scene outside the hard deck and there's the scene with ice and there's the funeral and there's the fight with bradley on base and there's but you are here and the hug on the carrier. he gets to be genuinely emotional and heartfelt. he gets to express actual in the moment feelings that are not just anger and are not just with a ~love interest~. HE GETS TO BE HUMAN !!! HE GETS TO BE SOFT !!! THATS SO IMPORTANT TO ME. probably wouldn't be my number one blorbo man if it weren't for that.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

aaaaaaa i think my favorite (evil) thing about writing mav is the unreliable narration. it's rly great (read: painful) to sit down and just say the craziest shit that is not true as if it is fact and then know he that he really thinks like that. hes just like 'of course he can't expect the most basic human decency known to man from his closest friends and family because it is unreasonable to imagine someone as horrible as himself could ever deserve it' and he's just talking about like. needing somebody to pick him up from the airport. and you're just like wow. this little guy is fucked up huh

least favorite tho....... it's a two sided coin. it can't be too on the nose and it can't be too over-the-top. mav is great at being/seeming functional, on a surface level. it's only when you get inside of the one bedroom apartment with a bedroom he is not allowed to use bc that's for just in case his long lost son ever comes home or whatever that you realize something is wrong. his pov can't be too down or too depressed. it's mostly objective, with just a direct little splash here and there, just enough so the reader can be like 'okay. yeah. makes sense. alright. still making sense. and....wildest most untrue thing you could possibly say about yourself. alright yeah he needs therapy' <3

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

aaaaaa so many amazing authors in this fandom do so much that i adore i don't even know where to start, but i guess one of my favorite things has to be when he's just very *shrugs* about the flyboys and they've already decided that he's one of them now. it's really great to know we just all agreed somehow that this is a found family group of aviators who barely have any screen time with each other, and that we all just agreed that mav probably doesn't understand the invitation to be as direct as they mean it because he is frankly unused to receiving such direct invitations period. there is nothing like watching an idiot who needs loved get roped into a found family. like !! yeah !!! get loved !! do it !!! it can't be stopped !!

and hmm something i don't like. very much the reverse again, in a way, but i think one of my least favorite things has got to be either over-infantalizing him into like, way too much of the "baby brother" in the group (i am not denying that this is objectively probably his role, just that this does not mean he is going to be acting like he is 5). he knows how to do the basics. he's an adult man who is technically capable of taking care of himself (though whether he feels he deserves the effort is a different story). you have to be hella fucking smart to graduate with the kinds of degrees and experience you need to do what mav does. he's a fully capable adult. he's just also a little dumb about the self care sometimes. they're not mutually exclusive.

[syntiment]

hello you've got me very interested in edancy, i love a good rarepair ;) im very curious, was there any specific thing that made you ship them, like a moment in s4 or something you read or saw that reminded you? im interested how you came to this ship, its intriguing to me and i'd like to hear your perspective on it!

also LOVE your art it's so beautiful and pretty and so warm and makes me have the warm fuzzies, i love it!!

AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Welcome to Edancy hell, we have matching jackets. I also call the ship Seven Miles with my friend so if you ever see me refer to that, I'm talking about Edancy.

They have a lot of very subtle moments on screen that really made me interested in their character dynamic. The fact that Eddie just knows that the Wheeler residence is seven miles from his trailer THAT quickly- the ways he's very touchy with her, Nancy's interaction with Wayne and not buying people saying he's a killer immediately. They share a lot of looks that give me a vibe. And also the entire scene with Eddie pep talking Steve "if it were me I would get her back" and then making Steve cover up can both be read as a bit of jealousy which is a fun take on it.

They very much fulfill that opposites attract quota in terms of aesthetics with Nancy being mostly dressed in pastels and seeming very put together and organized while Eddie is in a lot of dark grungier clothing with a more laidback and laissez faire attitude. And yet they have a lot of the same core values with both of them being fiercely protective of whoever they consider "their" people, they have a distinct lack of respect for authority because of being failed by those in power around them often, they both have rather niche interests and are sort of loners even despite the initial appearance (ie: Nancy has enough friends to be counted on one hand, none of whom are very close to her. And despite the Corroded Coffin boys being Eddie's group at school, none of them went looking for him when shit hit the fan). They're both extremely passionate and stubborn people, the perfect types to uplift and encourage one another through the pursuits of their interests and who are both independent and reliant in equal parts to make the balance of their relationship work very, very well.

In short, they have the perfect personality types to make a romance between them really work out long term. Plus, they both can understand and relate to a lot of what the other has gone through. Survivors guilt is a huge aspect in both of their stories.

Eddie needs someone who won't back down and will help him stand his ground and who's motivated and dedicated enough to be able to give him the fire to follow his dreams and stand against the tide. And Nancy needs someone emotionally available and light enough to remind her that there's more to life then the isolation and expectations she lets people press upon her, and someone who will put the wind under her wings when she's getting weighed down by her own self doubt and fears of failure.

And the other is quite literally the exact archetype to achieve those points.

I came into liking Edancy because they had a cute dynamic on screen but I'm also a collaborative creative writer in my free time (which is a fancy way of saying I roleplay really huge DnD scale elaborate storytelling venture epics with friends where we write canon and oc characters in a show/game/movie setting, in this case we're writing our take on Stranger Things Season Five) and my friend and I jokingly talked about them as a romantic relationship, quickly realizing just how good for each other they are. And the more we looked the more we discovered a really strong chemistry and it was all downhill from there basically. We're hooked. Edancy is by far my OTP right now, I'll die on this hill honestly. My friend is here with me, also dying on this hill LMAO.

ANYWAY THIS IS VERY LONG- but yeah, there's a lot about them that just... work very well.

[spellbook-gayboy]

20 with whoever you'd like :)

20.

"Y'know, there are a lot of situations that that phrase can be applied to, dear brother," Ian grumbled, "but one of the very few exceptions is the fact that you only managed to half-cut the rope that's still wrapped around the bloated corpse's neck."

"Okay, that's fair." Rex murmured in response. The corpse in question still dangled limply from its spot on the bare poplar tree, the thick yellow cord that served as a noose digging into swollen and purple flesh. A gentle wind set it in sway, the shiny white footwear attached to its feet occasionally clicking against each other. "Maybe we could find someone to help, or...?" The hero starts, his voice trailing into silence as something dawns upon him. His eyes, from behind the thick goggles, sweep the small backyard they find themselves in. "...where are we? Why are we doing this? This isn't a superhero thing, it's not even a 'Rex and Ian do crimes for fun' thing! Wha- why are we tryna cut down a body?! What the hell is going on?!"

Ian looks his brother over, recognising the expression that was currently stuck to his features. "Honestly, I'd ask the writer. Some of these prompts have been low-effort before, but this?" he declares, throwing his hands up in a display of useless frustration. "Thi-this is just a scene from Disco Elysium! Like a straight rip-off!"

"Disco... Elysium?" Rex questions. The specific combination of words rings empty in his mind, the two nouns sounding almost absurd next to one another. The gears within turn: could he be referring to some obscure police procedural from decades past, or a novel in his house's vast library? Perhaps something more current, like a film that just released in theatres, or even, God forbid, a trending topic on social media? Despite the absurdity, there is a pang of familiarity at the name, scratching at the edges of that pink wet sponge between his ears. He focuses, and focuses, until...

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Success] - Disco Elysium is a video game, written and designed by the Estonian novelist Robert Kurvitz and a collective of fellow artists, musicians and creators, and is currently published by the games publishing company ZA/UM. It styles itself as a 'detective RPG', and features a distinctive painterly art direction, the brainchild of oil painter Aleksander Rostov. From what you've been able to recollect, there is also an apparent ongoing legal dispute between Kurvitz and shareholders of ZA/UM, and you have been advised several times to not the game legitimately, lest you contribute further to the practices of ZA/UM. The advice seems sound, and you already have the perfect method of pirating it on your games console. You will do it, once your curiosity tips you into morally justified piracy.

"Woah woah woah, stop that!"

I'm sorry?

"You! Yes, you! Listen here, Harry, putting us in a different setting is one thing, but subjecting my little brother to the game mechanics? Oh, you should be thanking your ancestors that I'm a fictional character, or I'd have ripped your fucking balls off by now!"

Okay, first of all, it's the new year, and I'm trying to spice up my writing a little. I'm sorry that being out of your comfort zone scares you, Ian, but you need to understand-

"I don't need to understand shit! Listen, Cape-Watch, the old man, everything up until now, completely fine! It's in-universe, so I don't have a problem with any of it! But this?! What's even the point? A funny reference? A fourth-wall break? Like, at least plan these out first!"

How am I supposed to plan these out? They're meant to be short little snippets where people can point and yell 'there's my little guy!' Nothing more than a little serotonin boost before the weekend. Were you expecting Shakespeare?

"Don't give me that! I've seen you write better than this, Harry! Don't you want to be... I don't know, a great writer? One of the greats of AO3, or whatever?"

Not really. Sometimes I write prose, and sometimes I write pigshit. At the end of the day, as long as I can still write, I'm happy. It's all words to me, Ian.

Ian sighs. He rubs exhaustedly at his brow, already tired of debating his creators' reasons for writing. "Fine, whatever makes you happy. Just take us home so I can wipe my own memory."

Rex was very confused by what he had just heard. "What the fuck."

[little-elena]

The hunger games AU

Elena Gilbert, the writer turned rebel.

Elena and her family were from District 2 originally. Her father was a doctor, and her mother a socialite who frequented the capitol. Elena was studying to become a writer. She had always been the Gilbert golden child and had gotten good grades, was super nice to everyone, and made friends with the right people. Her father had been slightly disappointed that Elena didn't want to be a doctor like him, but over all both of her parents were supportive of her choice to pursue her dream.

Elena was 16 when Katniss Everdeen went into the games, and she was intrigued by her displays of rebellious behavior. Despite being from one of the career districts, Elena was never a fan of the hunger games despite her capitolite best friend Caroline's obsession with them.

After Katniss and Peeta triggered the rebellion's official start, Elena and her parents got caught in the cross fire. During one of the riots Elena's father swerved to avoid hitting the people who had raced onto the bridge. He lost control and the car flew off the bridge. It was a rebel that pulled Elena out of the car and the wreckage. Unfortunately Elena's parents didn't make it.

Elena woke up in a hospital a few days later. Confused and disoriented. Grief over took Elena sending her into a serious depression that worried her Aunt and Brother immensely. Sometime during the 75th hunger games, Jenna met a man named Alaric who was a secret part of the rebellion. He became really close with the Sommers/Gilbert family. When shit officially hit the fan Alaric took Jenna, Jeremy, and Elena out of district two and relocated them to district thirteen. It was a lot of explaining, there was a lot of anger from Jenna.

Once in district thirteen Elena dealt with another wave of depression before Jenna encouraged Elena to make a little district diary and write in it every day like she used to back home.

Jenna was never directly involved in the rebellion, but she did go for supply runs here and there trying to contribute to the district more than just some therapy sessions for those in need. It was on one of these supply runs that Jenna was killed by peace keepers. The loss Sent Elena into a spiral once more. She couldn't stand all the loss, all the people dying. She also didn't understand why Katniss kept trying to run from it when people needed her.

When people need you, when youre a symbol like that, when you mean everything to a group of people you rise to the occasion, you don't run from it. To Elena it wasn't about Katniss it was about the people wo needed her. If she were Katniss she would step up. Be whoever she needed to be to keep people safe. Elena doesn't run.

That philosophy ultimately landed her in combat training. Sure she might never be black ops, but she sure as hell wasn't going to sit there and do nothing. She was going to fight for the future that her parents, that Jenna would never get. She was going to fight for freedom her brother deserved. Elena might not be the mockingjay, but she was ready to stand up for the future like she was.

Notes:

Elena is 18 by the time mockingjay part 1 rolls around

Elena is in TRAINING for combat and is NOT a full fledged soldier yet

Elena refuses to let Jeremy become a soldier

She is not a fan of Katniss once they meet in district thirteen

Elena records the events she sees and hears about in a special diary and wants to write a book about it when the war is over.

Elena's father was involved with the capitol and did experiments on tributes, mutts, and just about everything else the capitol handed him. (parallel of his vampire experimentation) Elena was not aware of this till much later.

[wyverncult]

copying u. 001 matel gear 002 otasune or whoever else u want to talk about. 003 SNAKE !! or strangelove <3

this took so long to do

METAL GEAR

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: basic as hell i love SOLID SNAKE though, i love his writing soo much. i also like miller strangelove & otacon. shoutout to amanda for being the only helpful bitch in all of PW though & mantis for looking like that

Least Favorite character: ROSEMARY. sorry. their relationship in 2 made me feel insane

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): IM BASIC... otasune, bbkaz, strangeboss. not favs but i also like fox/gustava & maybe bosselot

Character I find most attractive: genuinely this is hard. probably big mama she's cool as fuck

Character I would marry: raiden should ditch rose and get with a man like me. i don't want to marry him i just think i could treat him better

Character I would be best friends with: let's be real it's probably otacon

A random thought: ^ spent 3 minutes wondering about otacon's love for anime and whether he really liked it or if it was a thing fandom took and ran. i think he does like anime i just also think the whole terrorism thing took over his life for a minute

An unpopular opinion: i dont think rising is bad but i dont think its a masterpiece either. i think its moral is just currently relevant rn 👍

My Canon OTP: strangeboss OF COURSE

My Non-canon OTP: otasune & bbkaz ofc. bbkaz is dubiously canon though so... Schrödinger's canoninity

Most Badass Character: PROBABLY EVA she's just off the shits 99% of the time honestly

Most Epic Villain: i'll be honest even though she didn't get much screentime the boss is the most iconic & her battle was difficult. also made me cry

Pairing I am not a fan of: ......snox, so sorry LOL

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): MGS4 NAOMI. FUCK.

Favourite Friendship: otasune 100% no matter whether what they intended was platonic or romantic i love their partnership the most

Character I most identify with: i mean ill use miller as my icon but i do not identify with or agree with him at all LMAO

Character I wish I could be: UM. NONE. HELP. i WOULD dress like mantis in a heartbeat though.

OTASUNE

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: i'd heard about them beforehand but i didnt know who they were until i started playing the game. probably when i got to the Do you think love can bloom? line i was like. was that necessary LOL and thats about when it cemented

My thoughts: GRRR they compliment the other so well. also they seem like pretty bad parents in 4 but i wanted to see more of that and whether it was just everything coming to a crux

What makes me happy about them: i just really appreciate the amount of trust one puts into the other & keeping the one's life in the other's hands. sooo good.

What makes me sad about them: all of mgs4 GRR. i love it it just makes me sad

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: wish there was more than just fluff or philanthropy-era fics

Things I look for in fanfic: post mgs2-era & longer or more seriously-toned fics :]

My wishlist: i wish we got to see between mgs2 and mgs4! that & i wish we got to see more of sunny, maybe in side content, or see otacon post-mgs4 (mgs4 novel is written in past tense but it doesn't exactly count). also someone drew concepts of a co-op game with otacon and snake and i need that in my life

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Mmmmmmm. no clue. i ship snake with weasel sort-of jokingly LMAO

My happily ever after for them: CAMPBELL CAN LEAVE THEM TF ALONE SO THEY CAN STOP BEING TERRORISTS 👍

SOLID SNAKE

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: HES MY BEST FRIEND HES AWFUL AND I LOVE HIM

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: see above ^ otacon & to an extent weasel

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: OOH. i love his seniorship to raiden & of course i have to mention sunny. thinking about his relationship (or lack of) to big boss and liquid also makes me feel insane though

My unpopular opinion about this character: none off the top of my head!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: normally id want them to put the main protagonist to rest but I'll be honest i DO want another game with snake. that or books about things we havent seen happen. a book written from his pov would be really interesting

Favorite friendship for this character: YOU ALREADY KNOW IT !!! otacon is his lover and best friend

My crossover ship: i don't do crossovers, can't think of any!

STRANGELOVE

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: SHE MAKES ME REALLY SAD id really like to see more of her. ellie you and me lets listen to her tapes sometime i haven't finished them

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: need you ask

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: we didn't really see much of it but her relationship with big boss is extremely interesting just by association of the woman they both lost

My unpopular opinion about this character: i can't believe this is an unpopular opinion.. she's a lesbian 🤯 Also i think that her having a child w huey is fucked up on her part but also extremely funny. sorry you got involved strangelove

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: UGH. we should've seen more of her. shes such a background character it is genuinely sad

Favorite friendship for this character: ... this girl has friends? so sorry..

[sukirichi]

— out of reach | gojo x reader

request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎‍♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz 

pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?

warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D

notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3

word count: 10.5k

masterlist ! 

If you’re going to be honest, having Gojo as a roommate is something completely unexpected.

Not only are you two from entirely different worlds – him as a jujutsu sorcerer and you as an average human who can’t see curses – but he’s also just someone who is entirely out of your league. He’s respected and looked up to in his field of work, while half of your co-workers don’t even know your name, much less notice you in function parties where you mostly just nibble on sushi before calling it a day and turning back home.

You and Gojo met in elementary school. You could tell from the way he’s surrounded by servants and stern looking adults, firm hands on his small shoulders, that he was different from everyone else.

Apparently, he comes from one of the three big clans in the jujutsu world or whatever. You honestly don’t care about any of that, because Gojo refuses to act maturely about his role in the clan. You still remember how quiet he was on the first day of school, never smiling and keeping to himself despite your persuasion to eat lunch with him or play with him after school in the courtyard.

You miss that Gojo Satoru – the quiet, serious kid who was far too gentle in his actions yet firm in his words and beliefs. When you were still a little girl, you admired how he seemed older than his age, a wistful look in those azure blue eyes of his that you’ve always loved.

To you, Gojo Satoru was your hero. You’ve always been one of the shortest kids in class, and it didn’t help that you really loved pigtails all the way until middle school that made you an easy target from immature people who’s being hit way too fast by puberty and growing each passing day. You never minded your short stature because really, it’s just height, but you couldn’t ignore how your confidence dwindled each day when they called you several array of nicknames.

Too shy to fight back, you’d laugh it off or force a smile.

Gojo wasn’t having any of it. He’d break his silence and immediately pull you to his side (which only made things worse because Gojo was one of the tallest kids in class, further emphasizing how small you are right next to him) before threatening to smack the kids right in the face.

The threat should be enough to land him detention, but because he’s Gojo Satoru, the golden kid everyone loved, they took his word seriously.

At the age of eleven, you started seeing your best friend as your knight in shining armour. Gojo basked in this, growing protective and always glaring at whoever snickered when you walked past them. Sometimes he even bared his teeth to hiss at them, which was honestly so ridiculous now that you think about, though the message – the threat – always came across loud and clear.

So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.

Years flew by and the two of you grew apart due to work and also as a part of growing up. You still kept in contact, messaging each other once a month to ask the other how they’re doing. His work kept him extremely busy though, and Gojo didn’t want you involved in the dangers of what he’s doing, so he makes sure to keep a safe distance.

Until six months ago, you hear a banging on your door. You’re just about ready to throw hands because your former roommate moved out to live with her stoner boyfriend, leaving you to shoulder all the bills and responsibilities of maintaining a two man apartment.

A sneer forms on your lips as you swing the door open, a scowl already on your face. You assumed it was your roommate who returned to get the pair of lace panties they left in their room, but instead, your childhood friend stands before you, taller (seriously, how has he not stopped growing?) and definitely a lot hotter than the last time you saw him.

One thing leads to another, and now it feels like there was never such distance between the two of you with how easily you both fell back into a comfortable – yet chaotic – rhythm and routine of being each other’s roommate.

Not that you mind, of course. Gojo’s definitely changed a lot from when you were kids. He’s no longer that stiff or sensitive when it comes to others. In fact, it seems like he loosens up a lot more with age, because you can barely recognize the man living under the same roof with you now.

For one thing, Gojo is loud. Like really talkative, won’t shut the fuck up and speaks like he’s in a screaming contest with someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re taking an important phone call or sleepwalking at three in the morning to pee, Gojo is always creating some sort of ruckus.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved it. You love him.

He’s definitely a lot more enthusiastic and fun to be with now that both of you have grown up, or in Gojo’s case, simply aged. His maturity reversed backwards because it feels like you’re taking care of a little kid.

Not only does his body clock is practically non-existent, he’s also horrible when it comes to taking care of himself and being punctual with work.

Fortunately for him, you love him, and you both leave for work at the same time. You always wake up earlier to prepare breakfast so you’d both have energy to start the day – although you highly doubt there’s really anything that depletes his endless source of one.

Sleepily walking through the kitchen with your fist rubbing at your eyes, you rummage through the refrigerator for some eggs when you realize there’s none.

Huh, you think to yourself, scratching your scalp. You’re sure that Gojo went grocery shopping last week since it’s his chore to do the outside stuff like buying groceries and throwing thrash, so where did it go?

You open shelf by shelf, checking each corner and shoving cans aside to look for the tray. With a glare, you stand on your tiptoes to pull the pantry open, only to have your mouth fall aghast because it’s all there – right at the back where you can’t reach it!

Fucking Satoru, you grit your teeth while heaving your body up onto the counter. It’s a struggle because not only are your muscles still half asleep, but because the shelf is right in your face, and if you’re not careful enough, you could hit it right with your face and fall over. Of fucking course you know Satoru did this to make fun of you – and now you retract your statement over your best friend.

It’s all a lie.

He’s a pain in the ass. Why do you even bother cooking for him and letting him live literally just a room away when you know he won’t stop pulling shit like this?

Because, the nagging voice in your head tries to mock, he’s your best friend and you can’t really say no to him. This makes you huff as you carefully pull the tray towards you, hooking two fingers at the edge while your other palm grips at the end of the counter for support. No thanks to your short limbs, you’re practically hogging the shelf by now in an attempt to reach it. You look ridiculous, that’s for sure, and you make a mental note to keep Satoru’s windows open tonight so he freezes to death –

“Aw, cupcake,” a sing-song voice emerges from the other side of the room. “You look so adorable. You should’ve woke me up if you need my help.”

“Fuck off, Satoru,” you flip him off. The man only laughs, the rambunctious sound echoing off the walls. It’s way too early in the morning and he’s already so damn loud; something builds up at the back of your head out of frustration already. His grin only gets wider when you finally got the eggs and clutch it your chest, setting it down on the counter while wiping your sweat away from your face. “Freeloader,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring him when he happily skips over to you.

“Ouch,” he places a palm over his chest, although you both know he’s never really affected by anything. “So what’s for breakfast today? You?”

“You know, I can kick you out anytime I want. I’m being extremely nice even going as far to cook you breakfast before you leave for work, so don’t test my patience.”

“Exactly, my best friend is so kind,” Satoru grows the audacity to rest his arm on your head. This triggers a reflexive response from you; shoulders tensing up and hands curling into fists beside you. “I would totally date her if she wasn’t such a temperamental little devil,” you nearly stab him with a fork with his statement, which he thinks he’s being so sly for but you heard it, and you’re most definitely not pleased with it. “Okay, I’m kidding! I’m going to go shower now!”

You roll your eyes at him and heat the pan over with some oil, muttering under your breath that you’re really going to kick him out soon. As if things couldn’t get worse – as if Satoru couldn’t get any worse – he smacks your backside in the process before darting to the showers.

“Gojo Satoru!”

“Morning, best friend, love ya!”

You were right. He is a pain in the ass.

“You don’t always have to walk me to work.”

“I know.”

“So why’re you still here? I’m not a little kid anymore,” Contrary to your words, you stick closer to Satoru when the morning rush of workers and students begin to crowd the streets. Your best friend notices this with a small smile, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Don’t even try, Satoru.”

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“I know that look on your face,” you fiddle with the buttons of your uniform, sighing when Satoru follows you inside the bus after tapping your phone for two seats. It’s not a surprise to you anymore that most of your expenses are spent by him, for him, and he lazily sprawls his long limbs across the seat before you pulling you down right next to him.

As much as you hate this man, especially because he smirks at the attention he’s receiving from women – even men – in the bus, you have to admit he’s warm and smells damn good. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking around in slight self-consciousness before inching a little closer, just to feel his warmth. He’s comforting – irrationally so – so you set your bag between the both of you to keep your sanity. “If you keep doing this, Principal Yaga might fire your ass because you’re never on time.”

“Trust me, cupcake, he won’t. I’m too valuable for that.”

How you saw that coming – you can’t tell anymore. The bus ride is relatively quiet and eventless, with you dozing off every now and then because you’re never a morning person. Thankfully, Satoru is more respectful this time around, lolling your head until it drops to his shoulder. After that, he snakes his arm around your waist before resting it on your thigh as a way to say you don’t have to head bang every damn second and just sleep.

On any other occasion, you would’ve hated it. You always look so small whenever you’re in Satoru’s presence. It doesn’t help that he’s long and lanky, either, his slender fingers effortlessly caressing your thigh while almost your entire body is flushed next to him. But right now, he’s too warm, too soft, and you’re too tired that for just a little bit, you allow yourself to relax.

A beeping wakes you up a moment later. Opening your eyes, you push yourself off Satoru when you see an old lady reaching for the handles. No one gave up their seats for her even as the bus driver asked her to find a seat lest she’d fall.

“Grandma, here, take my seat—” You’re about to stand up and offer it to her when Satoru tugs you by the wrist. Because of your small, wobbly composure, pulling you to him takes little to no effort. You end up on his lap, sitting on him as if you’re nothing but a small, dainty schoolbag. Satoru is clearly enjoying this because you feel him breathily laugh on the back of your neck, charming – annoyingly so – as he gestures to the now empty spot beside him.

“It’s no worries, Grandma. She’ll be fine,” he gestures to you, patting your head like you’re some puppy. “Please, take a seat. The bus is already moving.”

“Satoru, get off me,” You wriggle yourself from his hold, which only ends up in wasted effort because this big oaf doesn’t even budge. He even bounces you on one of his thighs, and you dig your nails into his arms as a silent plead for him to stop. He ignores this, ignores your small whines and the apparent embarrassment that has you debating whether to punch him or hide yourself in the safety of his uniform.

“She’s a feisty little one, isn’t she?”

The old lady watches the two of you banter, giggling behind her wrinkled hands. “You’re an adorable couple.”

“I think so too!”

“You’re so going to pay for this, Satoru,” you grumble, face planted onto your palms. This is it – the worst day of your life. It’s even worse because despite your protests, you have to admit his lap is actually comfortable. You’ve already known this before after countless times of cuddling with Satoru during movie nights, but its different when you’re both out in public. It feels...oddly intimate and maybe even romantic when he rubs soothing circles at your back, almost as if apologizing for this event. Most of all, you just hate the way something pools beneath your stomach at having him so close to you like this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m practically crushing you with my weight.”

“Please, cupcake, you barely weigh anything. I could easily lift you off with just my finger,” when you elbow him in the chest, Satoru only laughs, raising both hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing.”

You give up. No one seems to be paying much attention to any of you anyway, so you sigh, letting yourself hide in the crook of his neck as you watch the city pass through the windows. Your body moves as his chest rises and falls from his breathing, the movement oddly comforting. It’s embarrassing – it really is – but at least the grandma was comfortable until Satoru drops you off near your building.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.”

“Why not? You don’t want people to see us together or something?”

“No,” you stare at him from the corner of your eye. It’s no secret Satoru is attractive. This bastard knows it too, judging from the way he confidently and arrogantly swaggers next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked with no care in the world. “My co-workers keep asking me for your number every time I tell them we’re not dating. It’s getting annoying at this point how they go Satoru this and Satoru that.”

“Am I hearing it right? Is cupcake jealous?”

“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted,” you correct, “They don’t know how much of a pain you are to have around. They’re so focused with your looks that they completely overlook the fact you can’t even wash your dirty underwear!”

Satoru frowns at this, pointing his finger to you as if you’ve accused him of a huge crime. “Hey, I wash my underwear.”

“Yeah and last time you did, you mixed it with whites! My work uniform turned a stupid shade of blue! Now I can’t picture the colour of your boxers out of my head and it’s giving me a headache!”

“Wow, Y/N,” the smirk on his face and the sudden drop of nicknames lets you know you’ve said something wrong. Even behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes are just sparkling with amusement. He’s enjoying this way too much. “I never thought you’d ever picture my boxers. I mean, I don’t mind showing it to you if you ask nicely—”

“Ugh, you’re so hopeless. I’m going to work.”

Gojo laughs when you jog away from him. He catches up with you in a matter of seconds, only having to take a few steps forward before he’s right beside you again. You’re unsure if you should be annoyed it’s so easy for him to always be right next to you, and how he almost always is right next to you while you prefer running away. It muddles with your heart and mind so much you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to be swayed by the sickeningly sweet sound of his laughter. “I can’t pick you up later, okay? I might work overtime!” (that’s a lie since Gojo prefers shopping and sightseeing)

Both of you know that’s a lie. Gojo never works overtime. He’s going to work for a few hours and so and call playing around with his students as “on-hand learning” before he goes shopping for stupid souvenirs and wild-flavoured mochis, then end his day by sightseeing and coming back home.

“Wasn’t expecting you to,” you mumble, waving goodbye to him as the office doors close. Slowly, Satoru’s grin and enthusiastic farewell fades into view until nothing but the pale, silver walls of your office greets you.

Funny how you claim to hate this man so much, yet the moment he’s out of sight, everything becomes dull and pointless.

It’s an absolutely shitty day. Your equally shitty boss blames you for something you didn’t even do, all because his incompetent secretary – who you’re sure he’s sleeping with – lost this month’s report and claimed she handed it to you last week when you’re not involved in that kind of work. Logic doesn’t come by them because your boss publicly humiliates and scolds you, calling you all kinds of names until tears are streaming down your face.

You slam the door shut the moment you get home, kicking your shoes off as you head straight to your room. You don’t bother taking your makeup off anymore as you change into a loose shirt and floral cotton shirts, padding to the kitchen after seeing Satoru is well nestled into the couch.

At least someone’s had a good day.

Seeing as the sink is empty, he probably hasn’t eaten dinner. This makes you sigh, because when will he ever learn to look after himself? He’s literally like a child.

Satoru pauses whatever he’s watching before he hovers over you, head tilted to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity. You ignore him and begin to set down some bowls and chopsticks for dinner, all the while Satoru is studying every inch of your tightly pulled face. “Bad day?” he concludes.

“Hmm.”

“Bad day it is then,” he nods to himself. “I can cook dinner, if you want.”

“And have you burn my apartment? No thanks,” you scoff, pushing him aside to retrieve the pans when you see that he’s placed them above again, even after you’ve reminded countless times to just leave it near the holders in the sink. “Ugh, why do you keep putting the pans in this shelf? You know I can’t reach this. I’ve had enough with you pulling pranks on me, and don’t think I’ve forgotten you placed my shampoo above the shower head today, you idiot,” you snarl and hop over the counter again to get the pans, trying your best to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. “You’re really bothersome, you know that?”

“Then why don’t you kick me out?” he challenges, completely oblivious to how you’re struggling – both physically and emotionally. “You always complain about me being a nuisance here, but you’re not really doing anything to keep me out.”

“Because where else would you go?”

“Technically, I have a room back at the Institute.”

“Yeah, but because you’re so stupid and reckless that you got kicked out of your own home,” you spat out, and you watch as Satoru raises a brow at your statement. Banter is common between the both of you, but something about the intensity of your gaze lets him know you’re serious this time around. “I don’t even know how Yuuji puts up with you. That poor Megumi is right when he says you’re insufferable. You’re good for nothing!”

Satoru scoffs, “Fine, if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just say so earlier? I could easily pack my bags and go since I’m just making everything harder—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying when your hand over the counter that acts as support slips under you, and you fall, legs bent awkwardly while you scream, preparing yourself for the impact. The pan is long forgotten, your only thought was oh my god, so this is how I die.

But it never came, and you keep your eyes shut tight even as warm hands cup your ass. Satoru is breathing hard under you. Finally gaining the courage to crack an eye open, your breath halts when you see that he’s sitting on the floor, with you safely nestled between him.

Satoru has always had pretty eyes, but it’s rare he takes off his blindfold off even when he’s home. This is one of those rare occurrences that he seems like a normal human, dressed in a gray sweatshirt that hands low from his collarbones and magnetic blue eyes staring right back at you. His touch is gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you, and his voice that is usually loud and teasing comes out breathy and hesitant.

“Are you okay?”

Your gaze drops down to his lips. He’s close, so close, that if you just lean a little closer you could – you snap out of your daze. “Get off me.”

“Cupcake, you’re the one who’s on top of me,” his voice falls an octave lower, eyes flitting down to your clothing – or rather the lack of it – before Satoru takes a deep breath. “Did you really have to wear that?”

“I have the right to wear whatever I want in the comfort of my own home.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he raised a brow, this time completely in control of himself as he gazes back up at you with a burning gaze. You see nothing but the way one corner of his lips tilt up, almost teasing, and he looks so much like a shit-eater that you feel heat crawl down your spine.

You push yourself off him but your bent foot behind you slips, and you fall forward with your hands clutching his strong shoulders. Satoru catches your leg behind you, drags it forward until your knee is pressed in between one of your warmth, very much still enjoying the way you wriggle away from his hold. He knows his effect on you – but you deny this wholeheartedly.

“Careful, cupcake. This isn’t a slip and slide.”

“I hate you so much,” you bare your teeth at him, slapping his chest until he finally lets go of you. Turning your back to him, you pick up the pan and begin preparing your dinner, muttering curses under your breath as you heat up the stove. “I’m kicking you out tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“Eat your damn dinner first.”

Dinner after that is awkward. Although Gojo is someone who can wolf down his meal in three seconds, he takes his time in eating to start conversation with you. Sometimes he asks decent questions like how your day was or he’d talk about something stupid, but he’s quiet the whole time. He even volunteers to do the dishes before retreating to his room, coating the house in silence.

It almost feels like you’re all alone over again.

You’ve gotten so used to him being an utter mess everywhere that when he’s not trying to piss you off and actually giving you the much needed peace, you begin to hate it. Memories of the rude things you’ve said to him a while ago play and in your head, and you bang your head against the wall repeatedly.

How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?

The answer doesn’t come until you stare at your walls, wide awake at midnight. The house is still eerily silent and you don’t stop shuffling around your bed in discomfort. Many times, you wished that Satoru would shut up and leave you alone, but now that he’s actually done that, it feels weird. Uncomfortable. It feels wrong.

With a grunt, you kick off the sheets and carefully tread to his room, knocking lightly in case he’s already sleeping. “Satoru?” you call out, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Are you awake?”

You’ve seen Satoru angry as kids before, but what would he be like now? Would he still want to be your friend? Would he still annoy you by hiding your things somewhere you can’t reach? Or would he be the who is now out of reach? If he leaves...who’s going to walk you to work? Who’s going to complain he doesn’t want to do groceries but buys you things you don’t ask for but want anyway? Who’s going to keep teasing the living daylights out of you if not him?

All these thoughts claw at the back of your mind until your bottom lip trembles. You hate how weak you feel; how you’re never careful with your words.

You never meant it when you said all that.

Your train of thought is cut off when the door swings open, revealing an equally tired-looking Satoru. At the sight of you peering up at him with glossy eyes, he pushes the door wider and steps closer to you, his large hands cupping your face as he leans down in worry. “Cupcake,” his brows pinch together, “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything I said,” you blurt out, “I was just tired from work and my boss was being shitty, so I wasn’t totally myself that time and I’m really sorry I took my anger out on you. I didn’t mean it when I said you’re insufferable and that I’m kicking you out so – yeah,” you breathe out, trailing your gaze downwards to stare at your feet instead. It’s difficult to look him in the eye right now. When you finally gain courage to speak again, it barely comes out as a whimper, your hands delicately tugging at his shirt. “Please stay. I like having my best friend around here.”

Satoru doesn’t answer.

You’re about to look up at him just in case you’ve said something wrong, or worse, he refuses to forgive you, but then – “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t kick me out. You’re too much of a darling to say no to me.”

Sigh. Satoru laughs when he sees your shoulders deflate, absolutely shattered in exhaustion. Hiding your smile to now show him you’re relieved, you punch his chest that really feels like a fly had accidentally flew into him. “Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. And here I thought I could have a serious conversation with you for once.”

“Apology accepted,” he beams, tilting your chin upwards so you could look at him. Even in the darkness of his room, his eyes glow, leaving you hypnotized in its beauty. “Plus, I think I’m the one who should apologize. You’re right; I haven’t been the best roommate and I am a freeloader,” he scratches the side of his head in thought. “But I do buy you food all the time though.”

“Yeah, with my money,” you counter, but you don’t really care anymore at this point. You’re beyond elated you’re both fine now, and you shyly gesture to his big, warm bed that suddenly looks so comfortable. “Can I stay here for tonight?”

“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”

“Yes, I do.” There’s no hesitation in your words and you don’t complain anymore when he easily picks you up like a ragdoll using only one arm. He’s surprisingly gentle when he places you both down on the bed, sheets warm and soft as it blankets over you.

It would be perfect – except it’s so damn awkward.

Gojo’s long limbs are everywhere. Your face is pressed into his chest, both your legs tangled together. His arm is sprawled over the curve of your hip, his hand nearly grazing your ass that’s barely covered by the thin material of your shorts, but if he shifts, he’ll end up cupping the back of your thighs which is equally uncomfortable.

He seems to be stuck in the same position because you’re so small, and your knees are grazing his groin. Had he known you’re going to sleep with him, he would’ve worn underwear or even boxers under his sweatpants.

He’s never told you before, but he prefers to sleep in the nude. Satoru only picked up the nearest pair of pants when he heard you knock, and even then, he didn’t have the time to wear a shirt.

Your breath is hot on his skin and he’s so sensitive and aware of all your movements. Satoru clears his throat awkwardly, shifting until his arm lightly holds your back instead, but then he pulls away as if he’s touched fire when he’d unknowingly fiddled with your bra clasp instead. It’s so painfully awkward that Satoru chuckles above you, while you scrunch your nose, silently praying to the heavens above that he won’t hear how loud your heart is beating right now.

“Why is it so hot in your own room?”

“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”

“You wish, Satoru,” you mumble beneath him, making yourself as comfortable as you can with your cheek resting on his bicep. It’s not the softest pillow considering he’s pretty muscular, but he’s warm and smells like mint spice nevertheless. “You’re really not going to put on a shirt?”

Satoru sighs, a long and loud one that is extended for dramatic purposes. Suddenly, he pushes your knee off of him, grimacing and thanking the darkness that you can’t see how much he’s struggling right now. “Cupcake, this is hard for me as much as it is for you. You’re barely wearing anything.”

“Since when have you cared about what I wear?”

“I’m a man, Y/N,” is what he reasons with, “You’re lucky it’s me. Had it been someone else and you crawled into their bed wearing these—” Satoru pinches the waistband of your shorts, and you squeal in protest, only making him laugh afterwards before he lets it go and the material snaps back at your skin, “—poor excuse of what you call shorts, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you a peaceful night.”

You know exactly what he’s trying to hint at. Still, it’s hard to believe that Satoru is capable of seeing you that way.

It’s not that you feel you’re unattractive. You know you’re pretty and have been out on many dates, but it’s easy to feel that you’re not sexy when you have the height of a thirteen year old and you’ve been constantly chastised about it.

Satoru’s not-compliment compliment has your heart skipping a beat, and you scoff in response. “Shut up,” you warn lamely, “I want to sleep.”

“Then let’s sleep, cupcake.” You don’t know if it’s because you’re utterly exhausted that you doze off seconds later or if Satoru’s words just held power in them, but soon all thoughts of anything unwanted drifts out the window, his arms keeping you close, completely safe and sound until the worst nightmares couldn’t even come close.

Hot. It’s extremely hot.

You crack an eye open to try and find the source of this uncomfortable heat, but you freeze when you realize you can’t feel your muscles from the chin down. Panic rises in your throat once you see the current predicament you’re in, and a scream rips through your throat so loud that the birds outside scurry away in a flurry.

You’re wrapped in Satoru’s blanket and comforter, rendering you unable to move because of how he’d treated you like a burrito wrap. Even your toes are captured inside this hell, and only your head is able to wriggle side to side.

“Satoru!”

The culprit comes out of the shower a split second later, his hair dripping wet and only a towel hanging low from his lips. If you weren’t so hell-bent on killing him, you would’ve been speechless at the way water drips from his hair down to the curves of his abs, going down down down into a place only your darkest imaginations could take you.

Satoru bends over in laughter as he whips out his phone, jumping from angle to angle and side to side to take photos of you. “Fuck,” he howls, slapping his thigh while you snarl in an attempt to break free. “You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

“Satoru! Get me out of here!”

“No, this is way too gold. I’m sending these to my students.”

“Satoru, I’m serious!” The devil incarnate himself falls deaf to your please.

Maybe it’s because the violent intent has coursed through your veins so strongly that a surge of energy and strength overcomes you, and soon, you’ve rolled out of the blanket. The fresh air nipping at your heated skin is most welcomed, but right now, you had a mission to fulfil: obliterate Gojo Satoru.

The platinum haired man is still laughing to himself, too distracted in scrolling through the best photos to send to his students that he doesn’t notice you escaping and zooming straight right at him.

The momentum is enough to catch him off guard until you end up on top of him, short arms clawing your way through to snatch his phone. Satoru yelps when his phone lands out into the living room and your hands come down to choke him. You don’t have plans to kill him, but you want to hurt him enough to remind him you’re not someone he can fuck with.

You’ve just about had enough of this man and you’re so sick of him!

Satoru yells out a “Hey!” when you let out a battle cry, using your legs to kick him back when he tries to sit up. Your plan backfires when your hands slip down his wet skin and you fall face forwards, hands barely touching the ground for support when your lips come crashing down on his.

He stills underneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize that holy shit, you’re kissing him and his lips are so soft that has you scrambling back, but Satoru doesn’t let you.

His large hand comes up at the back of your neck to pull you forward. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and Satoru slips his tongue inside when you do so. You no longer remember how you got here or try to make sense of what’s going on, because he feels so good, tastes so good that you bury your nails in his hair while he ravishes your mouth.

You’re so tiny that his hand cups your entire buttcheek almost possessively, a low growl emanating deep in his throat when your tongue eagerly intertwines with his. Satoru tastes like heaven and everything about the kiss is sloppy – tongue clashing with one another and teeth nibbling at the other’s lips. It’s clear both of you can’t get enough of one another as you moan in his mouth, shamelessly grinding on his crotch, suddenly thankful that you’re always wearing thin clothes when you feel him harden underneath you.

“Fuck, baby,” he pulls away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. “Yeah, just like that,” There’s something empowering about the way he pants at your ministrations, especially when you roll your hips faster across his erection. “Keep going, baby, you’re doing – fuck – so well.”

You smirk at his praises, latching your teeth on his neck to suck marks on them. Satoru groans at the same time you muffle your moans through his skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to tug the cups of your bra down. You nearly lose it when he pinches your nipple, bolts of electricity running down your spine at the contact. A moan breaks through your lips just as you come right there and then, the wetness of your sudden orgasm barely hidden in your flimsy underwear.

“Feel good?” he teases and drags your shirt down to the other side, but the post-nut clarity hits. And when it does, it hits hard.

Fuck. You just came from Satoru’s simple touches, and he’s so unsatisfied, still painfully hard underneath you but nothing but panic and regret washes over you like a strong tidal wave. Suddenly, you grow lightheaded as you push yourself off him, fixing your bra while ignoring the confused and hurt look on his face.

“I gotta go to work,” you run out the room, feeling your body tremble as Satoru runs after you. “Make yourself breakfast. I’ll eat on the way out.”

“Y/N, wait!”

You know you’ve just ruined everything – that nothing will ever be the same after that – but you’re scared, utterly and remorsefully so, that you slam the door right in his face as if you don’t have any idea how much you broke him.

You’ll never forget the way Satoru’s face fell when you left.

Just as you thought, nothing is the same after that. The tension is so thick around the apartment you make an effort and go out of your way just to avoid him and the apartment completely.

It’s cowardly – you know this much – but do you ever try to fix the friendship you cherish but shattered completely? You don’t. You don’t because it only crashes down onto you now that maybe your feelings for him aren’t just platonic, after all. It’s even worse because you touch yourself at the thought of him filling you up when he’s asleep, all because you want him so bad and the mere presence of him has your brain malfunctioning.

It isn’t entirely sexual either. Yes, you want to fuck him badly, but it scares you down to the core even more because you want so much more than that.

Now you understand why you always say he’s a bother but never asked him to leave. It’s because you like him, actually romantically interested in him. It makes sense now why you always felt so annoyed whenever your co-workers asked for his number, or how you’re immediately pissed off when Satoru talks about this hot woman he saw at work. You always chalk it up to an excuse you just hate how he can’t keep in his pants, but it isn’t true at all.

It’s because you actually like him – and you’re at a loss on what to do or how to deal with it.

The next few days feels like hell. Satoru isn’t stupid; he knows you’re avoiding him. He stops teasing you eventually and even buys takeout all the time when you lock yourself up in your room right after work, refusing to cook dinner or even eat all so you’d be spared the torture of looking at him.

He’d knock at your door and ask you to eat, but other than that, he’s respected your distance.

You feel like the most terrible person on earth. You don’t miss the way dark circles line under his eyes or how he’s lost his spark, barely even speaking to you when you’ve come or about to leave for work.

You’re alone the whole ride, as well, and it only dawns on you how lonely you are when Satoru isn’t always annoying you all the time.

But it doesn’t make sense. Why is he so bothered by it? Didn’t he regret it? It’s painfully clear you’re not Satoru’s type. You’ve seen the women he dated before, and you’re not close to them so why does he seem like he’s struggling with this as well? Or maybe...he’s just sad that his friend is avoiding him.

Yeah, that has to be it.

Satoru is a man. He was probably turned on at that time, but after giving some thought about it, he probably wants to keep his distance too. He’d be insane if he ever actually wants to date you – his best friend out of all people – because he’s Gojo Satoru and he could literally have everyone else.

You don’t care that you’re a coward.

You don’t care that Satoru is sad to see you this way.

You don’t care because you know he’ll reject you, you know he’ll be weirded if you admit your feelings for him. To him, you’re like his little sister. There’s just no way you two would work out. For now, you have to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. You just need some time to get over your feelings for him, and when you’re confident you won’t fall for him again, you’ll mend your friendship.

You just need time.

“So, Y/N, you still don’t want to give us your friend’s number?”

“Yeah, Y/N, you should share it,” your co-worker encourages by jabbing her shoulder to yours. It’s a lazy Friday night and the staff went out for dinner. You don’t usually come to these hangouts since dinner with Satoru is always much more fun, but he’s the last person you want to think about now, so you happily join them. Now, though, you’re starting to regret ever coming here. “If he’s really single like you said, then it shouldn’t be a big deal to ask for it.”

“Well, since you want it so badly, why don’t you ask him directly for it instead?” you snap, feeling anger begin to trickle. All you wanted was just one day where you don’t have to think of him, but of course they had to bring him up. It’s also annoying how they can never seem to get the message across that you don’t want them dating him. “Why do I have to be the messenger?”

“We haven’t seen him much. Doesn’t he always walk you to work?”

“He’s been busy with his job, that’s all.” And also because I’m avoiding him – so now he’s avoiding me too.

“He’s a teacher, right?”

“Oh, come on, guys, don’t be so dense,” your senpai chugged her drink rather loudly, catching the attention of your nosy co-workers who wouldn’t stop pestering you for his number. “Look at how uncomfortable she looks. It’s obvious she doesn’t want you guys to be involved with her friend for a reason. Think of how weird it is for her too if ever her co-worker and best friend dated. She’s going to feel like a third wheel.”

“I’m not—”

“That makes sense,” your co-worker nodded beside you, “Are you sure you just don’t like him though?”

“Ew, why would I?” the food began to taste bitter through your lies, “He may be tall and attractive, but as his roommate, I’ve seen his ugly side. Satoru is a complete slob and can’t even cook to save his life.”

“I don’t mind cooking for him all the time if I were to be his little housewife.”

“That’s never gonna happen,” your words came out harsher than it was, and you laugh it off with a wave of your hand when your co-workers’ eyes widened. “I’ve been living with him for six months and he’s never brought anyone home or told me he’s going on a date. I told you already, he’s a no strings attached kind of guy. He’s nothing but a one night stand.”

“You have to admit he’s still sexy though.”

Right. You hide your groan through another shot because there’s no way of convincing them otherwise. As much as you hate to admit, you’re actually jealous on how freely they could talk about him like that, but then again, it’s not like you and Satoru were dating – or would ever date, for that matter.

They start to leave one by one when it starts to get late, leaving only you who’s still desperate to avoid Satoru. Nothing prepares you for when the sky darkens and a storm comes pouring just as you’ve left the closing shop, the rain drenching and soaking your clothes through and through. Running under the nearest tree for shelter, you shiver. It’s cold – way too cold – and curse yourself for not bringing a darned umbrella.

The nearest bus stop is like what, fifteen to twenty minutes away? Your teeth are chattering and your legs are shaking, and you fumble through your phone as you dial a number you know by heart before you even realize what you’re doing. “S-Satoru?”

“Y/N,” the surprise is unmasked in his voice, something shuffling in the background before it falls silent. “Is everything okay?”

“Uhm, are you busy right now? It’s fine if you are, I’m just—”

“I’m training with Yuuji, but what is it?”

“Listen, I,” you inhale sharply when coldness bursts through your body, making you shiver and press yourself closer to tree to get away from the rain. Above you, thunder crackles before the rain grows heavier and angrier. “I forgot to bring an umbrella and I’m absolutely soaked right now. The nearest bus stop is fifteen minutes away and all the buildings here look so shady—”

“I’ll be on my way. Text me where you are,” You nod and thank him, too cold and numb to realize you’ve just broken days of silence. You lose track of time under there, hugging yourself until your lips turn blue. It doesn’t take long before Satoru shows up minutes later, his hair equally drenched and sticking flat to his eyes free from his blindfold while he pants, hand on his knees. “Thank goodness you’re safe. I rushed here so fast I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

After seeing Satoru drenched like that, something snaps within you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact the rain is unforgiving as it slaps the pavement, and your heart breaks when you see that he’s more concerned for you – even after you’ve given him the silent treatment. “You idiot! Now you’re soaking wet too, you’re going to get sick!”

“Highly unlikely,” he shrugs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“But what about—” Satoru suddenly carries you before draping his coat over your head, running until he found a cab to hail. He immediately asks the driver to turn up the heater while you tremble on top of him, not caring anymore that you’re sticking so close to him for heat.

Satoru doesn’t let you go all the way inside the apartment. He sets you down on the couch where you take off your wet clothes in haste, too cold with teeth chattering that you silently take the hoodie and boxers Satoru offers you, making sure to keep his gaze averted the whole time. Once fully dressed, you snuggle back into the sofa’s comfort, stiffening when the couch dips beside you.

Not a moment later, Satoru towel-dries your hair, leaving your mouth and throat dry with guilt. Even after you’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to him, he’s still so kind with you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Satoru...” you twiddle with your thumbs just as he starts to ruffle the towel in your hair, making sure to squeeze water out of the strands as he dries it. “About what happened the other day—”

“It didn’t happen if you don’t want it to,” his voice is cold’ monotonous and so emotionless you’re rendered speechless. “You can forget about it.”

“I...”

“You regret it, right?” he’s done with drying your hair, and he stands up to place the wet towels in the sink as you watch him stride all the way there. He’s changed his clothes too; looking comfortable in a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants, looking every bit the domestic boyfriend you’ve always wanted but can never have. “It’s fine. We can forget about it and go back to normal,” to emphasize his point, Satoru winks at you, though it does nothing but make your heart sink.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” your voice is small; hesitant and wavering with fear. “What if...the only reason I pulled away is because I wanted more of you?”

Satoru’s back freezes as he sets the towel aside. At this point, your heart is pulsing on your tongue, and you dig your nails onto your thighs when Satoru sits down next to you, right next to you. He’s silent the whole time; eyes calculatedly piercing through yours. Your breath hitches when his hands that are burning hot against your cold skin cups your jaw before his thumb runs across your lips, his eyes turning dark at your reactions.

“And what if I said I felt the same way?”

“I,” you gasp, closing your eyes because it all feels so surreal. “I like you, Satoru. I like you a lot and I—” he doesn’t let you finish. Soon, you find yourself in his lap with his hands cupping your cheeks while he smashes his lips onto yours.

Satoru is absolutely feral. He’s breathing hard and almost angry, even, with the way his teeth are biting down to nibble on your lips. You moan when he drags you closer, your clothed centre rubbing on his thigh with delicious friction. “You have no idea,” he rasps down on your lips, “how much I’ve fucking liked you ever since we were kids,” Satoru pushes his hoodie aside, revealing your sweet neck to him, and he doesn’t waste his time in sucking and abusing the poor flesh so he can mark you as his. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N, it’s always you, always you.”

You fist his hoodie when Satoru sinks his teeth down into the juncture of your neck, his hands curious and exploring every inch of your body. He knows you’re naked underneath his clothes, but it’s a different thing when he actually feels your breasts right on his palm. Satoru tweaks the hardened bud in his fingers, growling when you moan at the contact and use his thigh to get off.

“You—” you gasp as you expose your neck to him, wild and needy as you keep rubbing your heat over his thigh. “—talk way too fucking much,” you scold, finally pushing his lips away from your neck. Satoru chuckles at your eagerness but you silence him by flinging his boxers off of your body and somewhere far away, exposing your heat slick with arousal right in front of him. His pupils blow in excitement, hands coming up to grab at your hips, but his attention is taken away when you nibble on his ear to whisper, “Shut up and fuck me.”

The simple command is enough to make his patience snap. In a flash, you’re pinned underneath him, whining and moaning when his finger meets no resistance as he slips it inside. “You’re that needy, huh?” he laughs even louder when you lose it, humping yourself on his finger because it’s not enough.

“Satoru,” you beg, clutching his bicep when he adds another finger in. “More.”

His fingers are so long, hitting places that your small ones could never reach. He begins to scissor his way in, his fingers deliciously rubbing against your velvety walls while pumping them inside and out in a speed that causes you to squelch around him.

It’s absolutely lewd how you’re eagerly spread out before him, but your head is clouded with lust, no longer hindered by shyness out of your need to cum. Your chest is rising heavily, his thumb now rubbing against your clit as he coaxes you to cum. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, eyelids, nose, anywhere but your lips, his voice so gentle and innocent as if he’s not knuckle deep inside you. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Inside,” you whine, gasping when he brushes against a really sensitive spot that has you clamping down on him. “‘Toru, fuck, just fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he smiles against your skin, relentless and harsh as he keeps pushing inside you. You feel him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Another finger adds in until you’re dripping enough on his palm and staining the couch, but neither of you care. “I said, beg for it.”

“No,” you hold back, nearly crying out when he pulls your fingers out of you. That sudden emptiness is back again, but you don’t want to beg. You’ve never begged another man before, and this won’t be the first time you’ll be doing so either. You refuse to let him have the upper hand despite the crystal clear fact you’re already soaking wet for him, but because you’re stubborn, you only fumble with his sweatpants to spring his cock free.

He’s already dripping with pre-cum from the slit, his cock hard and angry. Despite his arousal, Satoru stops you from going further, using only one hand to trap both your wrists. “Beg for it,” he demands again, his other fist already pumping down on his shaft.

You nearly cry at the sight. Both of you are aware that Satoru is capable of pleasuring himself, but it’s not that easy for you. Your small, dainty fingers will never be parallel to the pleasure his long cock could give you. All you had to do was beg for it. He’s right there, within reach, if only you’d just –

Impatient for your answer, Satoru takes you by the hips and discards your hoodie in the process, sinking you down his cock, inch by delicious inch. You don’t hold back from the sensual and high-pitched moan that leaves your lips. He’s long, and the tip of his cock just about brushes your cervix when he bottoms out. He feels so good, so warm and huge and filling you up right where you want him to be. Your head falls down on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips, but Satoru has had enough.

“Fuck, look at you,” he presses on the bulge of his cock visible through your abdomen. “You’re so fucking small – how do you take me so well? I could ruin you. Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

“You think you can just leave me hanging like that, huh?” he slaps your ass, eliciting another moan from you and making you clench around his cock. Satoru falters for a moment. Before you can react, he stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist with nothing but his tip hitting inside you. “You’ve been so fucking mean – leaving me wanting you like that and ignoring me for days. Do you think you deserve this, huh?” Satoru kicks his door open at the same time he loosens his hold around your ass, making you slide down his length the next second.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out just as Satoru begins to bounce you, your breasts following the motion of him fucking deep into you. “Fuck, Toru, that’s too—”

He’s so eager to fuck you, to make a mess out of you and have you losing your mind over his cock that he doesn’t even wait until you’re both on the bed. You no longer register when your back hits the pillow, or how your arms are frozen when he pins it above your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises as he watches you clench around him. You’re so small and his eyes zero in on the way your abdomen bulges then flattens again every time he pounds into you, rolling his hips in a way that has you screaming and thighs quaking. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect,” the moment his hands grip at your hips to pin you down, you know he’s not going to stop. And you don’t want him to.

Satoru latches his lips around your right breast, gently grazing his teeth over it while his other hand pinches and rolls the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He feels so good – and you’re crying already by the time you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

The room is filled with the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with his breathy grunts and your moans like heaven on his ears. Satoru wants you to feel how much he loves you – how much he adores you – and the pace he sets is torturous. He snaps his hips against yours and presses down on the bulge of his cock through your belly, chuckling when you tighten more around him.

Your head lols to the side, tears falling down your pretty face because of how rough he’s being. But you don’t complain, not when he’s filling you in so deep and he’s kissing you everywhere, touching you everywhere, making you feel nothing else and nobody else but him.

“You’re amazing,” he rasps, watching the way your tight cunt sucks him in greedily as if you don’t want him to go anywhere else. “You take me in so well – you really want me to destroy you, huh?”

“Satoru, please,” you finally plead, “I-I’m cumming, I want you, I need you, oh,” you squeal when he finally lets your arms free. You look so precious, so innocent, and he doesn’t let up his pace. He plants his feet into the ground and his strokes begin to grow sloppy, your tight walls encouraging him to go faster, go deeper.

If possible, Satoru is only even more fuelled with the way you look so precious and innocent in that moment. His touch is gentle in comparison to the way he’s mercilessly plowing into you, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big for you, that much is obvious from how much you’re already overstimulated just by his size, but your nails sink down on the flesh of his ass as a silent plead for more.

“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He fondled your clit, loving the sight of your small body creaming down on his cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come on, tell me you’re mine. You’re made me for aren’t you?”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck,” you squeal, throwing your head back for a second when he keeps hitting your g-spot that has you seeing stars. Your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets behind you as he keeps impaling you with his cock right then and there.

You looked perfect; so perfect to him that he’s basically using you for his own pleasure at this moment. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, back arching and nipples brushing against his chest.

In that moment, you grow needy to have him even closer, tilting up to blindly search for his lips. Satoru complies; leaning down and leaving open mouthed breathy kisses that’s a mix of you moaning and crying around him, while he struggles to do so when he’s cursing at the feeling of you coating his cock with your juices. Satoru looks down at your tiny frame trapped in his arms, his voice husky as he groans once he saw both of your arousal absolutely leaking out of your wet cunt.

He’s so close but you’re already over the edge, scratching at his back at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive from when you came and Satoru doesn’t slow one down one bit. He loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, and Satoru buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you until he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole.

Satoru’s arms give out beneath you, his chest colliding with yours but not enough that he’s crushing you with his weight. You’re both breathing hard and panting, his dick softening inside you.

He pulls back a moment later to slide out his sensitive cock, wincing while he watches pools of cum gather in your pussy before it drips out. It isn’t until he’s witnessing the mess he’s made he realizes how you’ve been so good for him; taking him all the way in despite your quivering frame. It dawns on him now just how tiny you are when he pulls you close to him; you’re practically hanging off his chest with how small your body is.

He wonders how you’re able to fit all of him, but he’s grateful nevertheless. Satoru shows his appreciation by peppering kisses all over your face, his hand snaking down to caress your inner thighs.

“Hmm,” you moan into the kiss, jolting when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit. “Satoru, no,” you whine while pushing his hand away, and he shushes you with another kiss. “’M too sensitive, please...”

“It’s fine, cupcake, it’s fine,” his nickname for you is back again, and you lean closer to him just as he begins to massage your sore legs. “You did so well for me, cupcake, you know that? You’re such a good girl for me,” too fucked out to have a comprehensive answer, you only nod in response, spreading your legs open again and ignoring the warm stickiness between your thighs as Satoru kneads your abused flesh. You feel him kiss your temple before he leaves to get a towel and cleans you up. Meanwhile, you’re so tired you’re about to doze out in his bed.

“Hey,” he soothes, bundling you up in his arms until you’re tucked in the safety of his body. So small, he coos inside his head, watching as you fold yourself even smaller while your eyes flutter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh into his shoulder, “I feel good. Thank you.”

Satoru doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for. He feels like he’s the one who’s mostly indebted to you after everything you’ve done for him. You’ve already fallen asleep before he gets the chance to tell you how he feels, so Satoru only covers you both under his blanket, making sure there’s no more space between you out of fear you’ll distance yourself from him again.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that because you’re right next to him, and you’re never out of reach.