#get your mind out of the gutter jeez

[andy-clutterbuck]

LA TIMES - 2017

[demiboydemon]

Jeez Revali get your mind out of the gutter 🙄 (he would fuck him though so like, he’s not wrong)

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Congratulations on 1k! It's impressive how many different genres your AUs have covered with such fun stories

For the ficletbuild a prompt game, perhaps F "Where's your sense of adventure?" + 🧜‍♂️Just add water? Vibes and item are dealers choice :)

Thank you so much, I love trying new things and exploring different universes and themes. Hope you like what I've come up with, I've been wanting to write this for a while. 🧜‍♂️❤️

Night swimming

Rated: T

Words: 1,000

Tags: Established relationship; mer!Steve Harrington; sexually explicit language; nudity

Notes: Bonus drabble to Just add water

“Okay, not to sound ungrateful,” Eddie mutters, huddling deeper into his flannel. Summer is well and truly over and the nights are getting chilly, especially out here on the water. “I appreciate this whole three-month anniversary surprise date, I really do. But couldn’t you have gone for dinner and a movie perhaps?”

“Nah,” Steve smiles. He stops rowing, pulling the oars into the boat and leaving them floating on the surface of the moonlit lake. “It had to be here. This is where I fell for you, where we first kissed. First made love. C’mon, where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Back at the shore, probably.” Eddie pretends to shiver, even though his face has gone hot at Steve’s casual mention of their first time. “Where all of that stuff actually happened, by the way, so I still don’t get why you needed to row us out here. Now where’s that surprise you promised me?”

“Patience,” Steve scolds, leaning closer on the rickety bench so that he can press a kiss to Eddie’s lips. “I'm getting there.”

Then, without further preamble, he starts stripping.

“What the-” Eddie blurts as Steve’s sweater hits him in the face. “No way, forget it. We're not fucking in the middle of the-”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, who said anything about fucking?” Steve rolls his eyes, shrugging out of his jeans and underpants. “We’re going for a swim.”

And then, before Eddie has a chance to stop him, he dives headfirst into the dark lake. Eddie yelps and clenches his eyes shut as the boat rocks. When he opens them, Steve is just emerging again. He laughs and shakes the water from his hair, happy like a fish in the water, which … okay, yeah. That's actually an apt comparison, considering the giant, glistening tail and the fucking fins that have taken the place of his legs.

You'd think that after three months, a guy would get used to his boyfriend being a real-life mermaid. No such luck, apparently, because Eddie still finds himself as dumbstruck as the first time as Steve swims closer and casually rests his arms on the edge of the boat. The patch of scales on his temples shimmers in the pale light.

“Not coming in?”

Eddie grins, trying to ignore the way his heart hammers against his ribcage.

“Nuh-uh, fish boy. Don't wanna freeze to death. You have fun, I'll take care of the food.”

He has just bent over to retrieve the huge picnic basket from the hull of the boat when Steve says, “Oh, you thought that was for you?”

Eddie whips his head up, mouth already open around a question- … which turns into a garbled half-scream when he sees what has appeared beside Steve.

A gleaming pair of eyes, each roughly the size of a saucer.

Eddie blinks. The eyes blink back. There's two pairs of lids on each, the inner one a thin, translucent membrane.

“She's been dying to meet you,” Steve smiles. “Say hi?”

“Hrrrrrrgh,” Eddie says.

The creature makes a sound - a long, high-pitched trill. Steve chimes in with a laugh of his own, and wait, do they think this is funny?

Steve sees the scowl on his face and tilts his head. “C’mon, Eds, don't be like that. You've seen her before.”

“Yeah, from a distance,” Eddie squeaks, finally finding his voice again. “Not like this. Jeez, warn a guy! What happened to meeting the family first?”

The creature makes an affronted sound and Steve pets her large, arrow-shaped head.

“Of course you are family, he's just a bit confused,” he tells her. She grumbles and he turns to Eddie with a chuckle. “Uh-oh, you'd better apologize.”

Eddie stares. Steve’s eyes flick down to the picnic basket.

“Ugh, alright,” Eddie mutters. He reaches down to flip the lid open, steeling himself for the sight of slimy fish heads, only to be met with… “Fruit? She eats fruit?”

Steve shrugs. “She's an ombi- … obvy- … she eats everything, really. Oh, give her the watermelon, she loves those.”

Eddie obeys, because why wouldn't he? If your mermaid boyfriend tells you to feed the friendly lake monster a watermelon, you feed the lake monster the goddamn watermelon. It's only logical.

The melon is about as large as his head. He lifts it, and a long neck comes curling out of the water, until those eerie eyes are level with his - and then higher still, so he's looking up at them. It's a weird feeling, being face to face with this creature who's so much older than him - older than the lake itself, maybe - holding out the fruit to her like an offering. Awe, he realizes. He's feeling awed in the truest and most original sense of the word.

And then she bends down and plucks the melon from his hands. Something crunches and Eddie shrieks in surprise and disgust as a shower of juice and seeds descends on him. The creature swallows, blinks her glowing, double-lidded eyes at him one last time, and then she's gone, slipping back under the surface of the lake with barely a ripple.

“Huh,” Eddie exhales a shaky laugh. “That went pretty-”

The world tilts.

His scream turns into a wet gargle as he hits the water, but Steve has him under the arms and is pulling him up to straddle his tail before he can go under. He sees Eddie’s shocked face and laughs, gently combing dark strands soaked in lake water and melon juice out of his face.

“That went fantastically,” he says, grin wide and brilliant and incredibly proud. It makes Eddie’s heart kick in his chest, just a little. “She really likes you!”

Eddie spits out a mouthful of water.

“What, really? Is it just her or do all of your family members have such an odd way of showing it?”

Steve hums, a bit nervously perhaps, and pulls Eddie's shivering body closer to his chest.

“Well, wait until you meet my mom.”

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[daflangstlairde-art]

"Once More to See You"

Part 1 of whenever, wherever (we'll always be together)

Fanfic summary:

It's just... Sans was gone for a year, to him. And now here he was, a walkin’ tragedy named after postmortem monster remains, more powerful than anyone Red has met and yet chilling with him on the balcony.  Red was not fumbling this again. No way.

Chapter 2, 2,965 words

Credits, content warnings and further information on ao3.

—

Red was lucky he didn't need physical contact to bring Sans– ...Dust along through the Void. Anyone else, he'd be worried they’d fall off and get stuck, but Dust was probably even better at Red’s tricks than Red. 

In a few jumps, they were at the apartment, Red placing a hand on the wall to catch his breath, still sweaty. Dust gave zero reaction. 

Red and Edge’s apartment was nothin’ fancy. Ebott City wasn't especially populated so they’d managed to get a two bedroom without that much hassle. One room that served as atrium and living room and kitchen, an attached balcony, one bathroom, don't need that much else. It was high up — strategic, since Red could use his shortcuts and if need be, Edge could use his magic for a softer greeting to the ground. Just in case. It had large windows overlooking the city, though they usually kept the blinds in the living room lowered but the slits open to let in light. 

It wasn't lavishly furnished or anything. Pretty sparse actually. Boss kept it clean. 

“hol’ on, i’m not sure what we actually got to eat–” Red beelined for the fridge. He wasn't about to offer S– uh, Dust his own unfinished lunch. 

“don't worry about it,” Dust cut him off. Hands still in his pockets, hood on, casual and unbothered by anything. Someone could point a gun to his face and he wouldn't even blink. 

“nah, think we got some veggie soup–” yeah, there it was, some beef jerky–

“leave it.” Dust said. “i just want a nap,” welp, if he was that sure. Red reluctantly closed the fridge. It sat wrong with him to not feed Dust, but whatever, he’ll bully him about it later. 

“my room’s on the right, other one is boss’,” Red pointed to the corresponding door, watching Dust pause in his step. 

“it’s fine, i can take the couch.” he muttered. 

“hell naw,” Red immediately argued, “go sleep in a semi normal space, s– dust... uh...” aw what's a fun nickname? 

“i don't mind,” Dust shrugged. 

“i don't care,” Red sniped back, making shooing motions at him, “to my room you go,” 

“jeez, you want me in your bed that bad?” Dust teased, grin a little sly. Every joke and tease that came from him eased a bit of Red’s tension. 

“can't say i don't,” Red replied in spirit, grinning as always, “you should take y’ clothes off too, y’ gonna get dust on everything,” 

Dust’s eyes guttered out, and fuck, Red misstepped. He got a little too comfortable. Had to remember who he’s speakin’ to. He did his best to not give away bracing for an attack. He still wasn't entirely sure how volatile Dust was. 

“...yeah.” the other muttered simply. “wouldn't want that to happen.” he turned his back on Red and walked to his bedroom, with the sound of a zipper being undone. Red debated whether he should follow. He should, like... make the bed or something...? Not that it was much of a bed. He was still rockin’ that floor mattress style. 

Red followed after Dust into the bedroom, mostly to kick some dirty clothes on the floor a bit to the side, close the curtains more fully, that sort of thing. Polite and respectful and all, he didn't look at Dust undressing, even though there ain't much nude about a skeleton. While Red switched off the lights with a click, he listened to the mattress dipping and the shuffle of the blanket. 

Dust curled up on the side closer to the wall and therefore farther from the window. Back turned towards Red. Blanket covering him almost completely, just a bit of his skull visible buried in the pillow. 

His clothes were ditched in a dusty pile on the floor. The scarf wasn't among them. 

Red picked up the heap, dust particles floating down. He grimaced. Gross, but nothing unusual. He exited the room to stuff them into the already halfway full washer — Dust would probably appreciate having his own clothes to wear when he woke up. 

With a few beeps, the washer was tumblin’ away at it. 

Red returned to the bedroom, opening his drawers to dig out something temporary for Dust to wear if he needed it. Just a plain gray sweatshirt with a hood, and some black pants, long. That should do. He left them at Dust’s feet. 

“holler if y’ need anything,” Red told him, resisting the urge to lay a hand on the bed lump that was Dust. “anything at all,” he assured. 

Dust didn't give him a reply, face entirely smothered in the blanket. 

Red wanted to linger, but left him to it, closing the door with a soft click. 

He turned back to his living room, at last. Sighed. Dragged a hand down his face.

Jeez. 

LV 20. 

Fuck. You don't just trip and fall into that number. What the hell happened to Dust?

...And how the hell was Red supposed to deal with any of it?

Dust carried himself like a corpse that was already six feet under but just hadn't realized it yet. His cold, sharp aura clung to him like... well. Like dust. Red could feel the traces of it even a room away. Hyper aware of the theoretical murder machine laying in his bed. 

...Dammit, he had to text Papyrus to let him know. He imagined the boss coming home with all his usual volume and winced. Yeah, that would go swell, totally.

Red sat back on the couch, his soup having long gone cold, but that's not what he was thinking about right now anyway.

Red dialed up Edge. The boss knew he wouldn't be calling in the middle of the day for any stupid reason, so the phone barely rang for three before the other’s voice came through. Red had the foresight to lower his damn volume. 

“Why Are You Calling Me In The Middle Of The Day?!” Edge demanded without a second’s delay.

“jeez, not even a hi?” Red teased.

“Sans.” growled through. 

“yeah yeah,” Red sighed again, leaning back. Propped his legs up ‘cause Papyrus wasn't here to berate him for it. “there's, uh... well, guess who dropped in,”

“What? Who?!” 

“sans,” 

“WHAT?!” 

Red winced from the volume, pulling the phone a couple hairs away from his skull. 

“yep. my reaction too. although, uh, let's just say,” he hesitated, “he's had a bit of a makeover. he's dust now,” 

“DID YOU KILL HIM?!” Edge yelled even louder. 

“what? no!” Red backtracked, “his name is dust, the fuck–? i’d never,” 

Although he knew Edge would have his back if they needed to hide a body. But Red wouldn't be calling so casually if that was the case.

“Oh. Well. Good For Him, I Suppose,” Edge huffed. 

“yeah, he’s nappin’ right now. when you come back home, remember to be real careful, got it? shit’s sensitive. don't be too loud and sudden, alright?” 

“Understood. Is That All?” 

“i’m serious, boss. yeah, that’s all,” 

“Will Do. See You Later.”

“see ya,” 

With barely a sound, the call ended. Red left his phone on the table, flopping on his back, hands on his face. Trying to figure out how to deal with an LV 20. Shit, even the fuckin’ King could only dream of that number. Theoretically, Red’s only seen the kid with it, and that was always brief, always Reset. He's never had to consider what life like this would be. 

There's no way Dust could handle being amongst people. Especially not humans, if Red had connected the dots correct. He'd flip. Totally lose it. Red was admittedly worried about Papyrus coming back home and how that would go. They might have to get those questionable meds for stabilizing LV that the doc invented. 

Doesn't matter. Red ain't letting that man slip from his grasp again.

—

Red woke up immediately summoning a bone and shoving himself away from–

...From... nothing. It was just Dust. Just standing next him and staring, hands in the pockets of the sweatpants Red left for him. 

Still hazy from the nap (that had to be short, it wasn't much darker outside), Red blinked, stared back. All his brain could loosely think about was oh shit, Sans is wearing my clothes. Wow. Fuck, Dust was wearing his clothes. It wasn't anything especially fancy whatsoever, far from it, but just the simple equation of Red’s clothes on Dust made his mind short-circuit. The terror of waking up to LV 20 looming over you didn't help his composure.

“wuh– y’– uh–” Red cleared his throat, pushing himself to sit up. C’mon Red, be normal. “what– uh, you okay sweetheart?” he rubbed his face. 

“smoke,” 

“smoke?” Red was on alert. 

“do you have a smoke,” Dust said, voice without a strong affect. His new normal, it seemed. Red calmed down with an exhale. It had to be Dust’s aura setting him so on edge (heh, Edge). 

Right, Dust wanted a smoke.

“yeah, uh–” he searched through his pockets, pulling out a pack and a lighter from his inventory. “here,” he held them both out to the other as he got to his feet. 

“thanks.” Dust pulled out a cigarette, slotting it between his teeth in a way that drew a picture of habit. Pocketed the pack with however many remained inside.

Red interrupted him as he lifted the lighter, “better do that on the balcony or boss’ll flip,” with a thumb pointed to the living room’s balcony. 

Dust made a neutral hum, but went over, opening the glass door with a gust of chilly autumn air. He left it open a crack as he almost disappeared behind the closed blinds. Red watched his silhouette shuffle to the small plastic table and chairs out there and sit down. Watched him bend slightly. There was a momentary flick of light. 

Red imagined it. Dust, sitting on a gray balcony. Wearing Red’s loose, comfy clothes. A sleek cigarette between his teeth. The glow of the lighter’s flame against his bones, warm and jittery, bright in the dark afternoon. 

The way Dust would bring the light to the tip of the cigarette and inhale. The way he’d hold it with two elegant fingers. The look in those dangerous eyes.

It sounded... really hot (hah).

Red shook himself off, blinking. Be normal, he inwardly whacked himself. 

The washer was still going. Red got the rare urge to busy himself with something. He picked up the leftover shit from his lunch, pouring the soup back in the pot. Ditched the bowl and spoon in the sink to be washed (most likely by Papyrus). 

It was quiet in the apartment. The neighbors lost their tendency to get loud at night when they were made aware of the new, monstrous tenants. Rightfully. The light was dim and gray, the sky cloudy. Red checked the time — he’d slept almost three hours. Boss would be home soon, but not yet.

It was just Red. And the silhouette of Dust out on the balcony. Since when did he smoke? 

He didn't eat earlier. Red opened the fridge again. Should he heat up soup for him? Or would toast be better? If Dust lacked an appetite, the latter had a higher likelihood of enticing him. But LV had a tendency to make you sick, which the former would be kinder to.

Thinking on it, while Dust had spoken flat and reserved, yeah, Red had definitely... picked up a strain in him. Something heightened in his eyes, in the way his hands were shoved into his pockets, the way his shoulders were set. 

That's probably why Red woke up feeling like he was being attacked. 

He decided on toast. 

—

“hey,” Red greeted, stepping out into the chill air. 

Dust didn't reply, but his eye lights flicked to Red momentarily in acknowledgement. Then he went back to watching the city. 

Red closed the balcony door behind himself. Shuffled over to sit on the chair across from Dust, the one closer to the door. He placed the ceramic plate with still warm toast on the table. A thin spread of butter melting on it. It smelled nice, as is the tendency of baked bread and butter. 

The city was still active at this hour. Cars driving around leaving tails with their headlights, the occasional klaxon. Windows lit up in a dotting pattern. Everything was so gray today. Fitting, Red supposed, for Dust to pop up now. 

He inched his head to observe the man himself. Lounging on the plastic chair across, loose clothes draped like a stone sculpture. Gazing outwards. Shoulders hunched, still with the red scarf on of course. As Red had expected, he’d pulled the hood up again, and it lightly shadowed his face.

There were three blazing things about him — his eyes, and the tip of his cigarette. The one that he lifted and brought to his teeth yet again. Red listened to the way he inhaled softly, making the glow momentarily stronger, eating away at the cigarette. Then the same measure of exhale, blowing gray smoke into the air, messed up by the light wind so high up. 

He was like the cover of an album. Like a shot from a movie, in all his messy appeal. Dust muddling the shine of his bones to something duller. Loose and tense in the same breath, like a messed up clump of string — in some places pulled into taut knots, and some loose and free-flowing and uncoordinated. Red wanted to ghost his hands down his sides, feel with his own senses the way Dust’s spine curved, the dips between his ribs. 

Red exhaled slowly. He was ogling. Probably wasn't all too appreciated. 

He nudged the plate Dust’s way.

“eat,” Red insisted. 

Dust’s eyes flicked to the food and away again. 

“i don't feel like it,” he muttered. 

“didn't ask,” Red returned. 

“why are you so set on this?” Dust asked the way someone would sigh. 

“‘cause you didn't earlier,” Red reminded, “you're skin and bones,” he joked. 

“all bones, actually,” Dust returned, almost in the same spirit. 

Food was a thing, for Red’s universe. Always had been. Same with clothes and shelter and all that. Food was survival. Shared food was family, love, companionship; shared food was care. Food wasn't just some thing like it was in Sans’ universe. To Red, it was a thing. It meant something. You don't always got access to food, much less the good type. 

“eat.” Red put just a bit more pressure to it. 

Dust sighed, now, like Red was asking him to wake up for school. But he relented, using the hand that held the cigarette to pick up a piece of toast as well with his free fingers. 

He raised the toast to his mouth. There was a crunch as he took a bite and started chewing. Red was grinning in subtly smug satisfaction. 

“so,” he leaned back in his seat, “what got you itching for a puff?” he nodded at the cig. 

Dust shrugged. Not the most conversational. Shame — Sans was always so pleasantly chatty before, without being intrusively loud at any time. Red could admit he was missing it. Dust was... well. Clearly affected by whatever brought him to this state. 

“papyrus is comin’ home soon, thought i should give you a heads-up,” Red mentioned. Judging by the scarf, that had to still be a sore spot. 

Unsurprisingly, Dust's hand stilled and his eye lights went out. He squeezed his eyes shut, then shoved them open. Something shaky to the lights now. He put the half eaten toast back on the plate, next to the whole one.

“...yeah, i’ll go before then,” Dust said quietly. 

“fuck no,” Red snapped before he’d even finished the last word, sitting upright, “you're not leavin’ anywhere!” 

“jeez,” Dust raised his palms, “okay,” 

Red relaxed again, exhaling. Pretending like nothing happened. He's been totally chill the whole time. 

It's just... Sans was gone for a year, to him. And now here he was, a walkin’ tragedy named after postmortem monster remains, more powerful than anyone Red has met and yet chilling with him on the balcony. 

Red was not fumbling this again. No way. 

“just thought edge would, uh. not be too happy about this,” Dust shrugged, leaning back as he took another drag. Adjusting the scarf. 

“boss always has a stick up his ass,” Red waved it off. “ignore that. he’ll be happy as a dope to see ya,” 

Dust’s brow ridges raised into surprise. Interesting thing to be surprised about. Then, his expression ticked closer to a frown. He hunched into himself a little. Doubt? Discomfort? He was bringin’ out all the emotions for this one. 

“...sure.”

“he will be,” Red reaffirmed easily. “you'll see it for yourself if you don't fuck off,”

Dust rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, i’m not,” 

“anyway,” Red smoothly continued. Dust was being a little chattier, so he circled back to “y’ didn't answer my question,”

“hm?”

“since when do you smoke?” 

Dust blinked. Huh, he did seem a little more aware. Good. Red wondered what did it. Maybe getting some food into him? Red nudged the plate again, pointedly. Even though the toast was definitely cold by now.

“a while,” Dust shrugged, glancing away. “just... needed something to do with my hands.” he muttered. It wasn't even a smidge of the truth, but it wasn't an outright lie.

Red grinned wolfish. “i can think of a few,” he said, sly. 

Dust’s chest jerked telltale of a choked laugh. Fuck yeah, that's what Red liked to see. He wanted to hear him laugh full and genuine. Not like whatever that bullshit from earlier was. 

The lights of his eyes lingered on Red with an expression as unreadable as the rest. 

[cypherpt2supremacy]

Okay now that the haze has cleared after the insanity that was JK's live yesterday, I will try my best to rationalize everything that went down. I need to be logical and objective and keep the delulu in check. Okay let's start.

Jimin did see a naked Jungkook on live and hopped on it so fast but so what? I'm sure this had nothing to do with the skin JK was showing. It was simply because he missed seeing his bro's face. Also, he was bored and had nothing else to do. JK himself told us Jimin is usually bored in the mornings. See? Y'all are reading too much into this.

Now I know that after Jimin said good morning, the song that automatically popped into Jungkook's head was "good morning, this is what I texted you" "I think I'm falling for you, it's dangerous" but you guys this had nothing to do with Jimin. JK was not singing this to him at all. It was simply the word "good morning" that made him think of this song. If JK was singing this to anyone, it would be Army because JK is irrevocably and eternally in love with Army.

Jimin saying he could handle seeing JK's naked body should not be interpreted as something sexual. Of course he can handle seeing it. They used to live together. He's seen him naked a million times before. Why wouldn't he be able to handle it? This is the only logical conclusion. Yes I know JK melted into a puddle of goo when he read that comment, like I've never seen anyone look that whipped in my life but that's not the point. He agreed that Jimin can handle it and this is because Jimin would not at all be affected by it.

Now how do I rationalize JK's desperation and willingness for that Jikook live? My dude was like "your place or mine, just say the word, bro." The fact that he was going to shower at Jimin's place should be completely taken out of the equation. The point is that JK would have been out that door within the drop of a hat had Jimin said yes. Like he was literally begging at some point that's how bad he wanted it. He even tried to leverage Army into getting Jimin to agree but hey this was all because he knew how much the fans love seeing him with Jimin. He knows we love their bond. This was why he wanted that live so bad. Also he has been doing a lot of solo lives since the year began. It only makes sense that he would want to do one with a member now. Never mind the fact that the only member he's repeatedly asked to come over has been Jimin. That is completely irrelevant. JK loves all of his hyungs equally. OT7 forever bitches!

Jimin going all "kekeke I'm scared" "I think you are going to hit me" is where I get a bit stomped because how do I rationalize this one? This is peak kinky flirting but still I will try my best to defend Jimin. This was a joke. Obviously it was a joke because we all know JK would never lay a finger on Jimin. So why did he say it? Why on earth would he make this joke to a half naked JK? Yeah I'm sorry I got nothing. I don't know why he said it. I would probably never know the thought process behind it. It has nothing to do with him having a muscle kink and wanting to be at the mercy of his big buff bro. I will go back to pretending he never said it for my peace of mind.

The "I'm not that easy" comment is so easy for me to defend thank God. He simply meant he is not easily convinced. He is a stubborn man and when he says no he means it. He was not implying he is not easily seduced or that if JK wanted him, he needed to try harder. I'm going to ignore what those who speak Korean had to say about it. They weren't in Jimin's head. They couldn't have known what he meant.

Ending this post by saying that the pic Jimin sent JK was simply of his puffy morning face to prove that he's in no state to do a live. It wasn't a nude. I know he sleeps naked but he definitely put on a shirt before taking that pic. Y'all need to get your heads out of the gutter, jeez.

[braindead94]

Power Bottom

Here's one of my fics that Im planning to post here. I have others on AO3 under the same name. Its about Doc Ock and Spider-Girl! Reader who makes a stupid move while fighting. It is also an ongoing series that is slow to update, this is the first part.

Warning: forced kissing, unwanted touches, fighting, Doc Ock being HOT. Minors DNI

You wont lie: being Spider-Girl is amazing sometimes. 

Sure, you might not have the most glamorous life by fighting criminals in the sewers or fighting them near a dump. The public might not like you; per say (thanks JJJ for the great press). And yes, your social life as yourself had to be put on hold on numerous occasions while fighting big names like The Lizard or The Juggernaut (He’s looooooads of fun to clean up afterwards….).

But there were times like these where you were swinging in the air, pulling on your organic webs hard to make you soar in the air, the feeling of nothing holding you back…

This was one of the greatest things about being a hero.

Until that moment was ruined by Doc Ock showing up.

You sighed as you heard the familiar click-clank of his powerful arms storming through the streets. “Ahhhhhgrrrrreaaaat, what is it this time?” You muttered as you allowed yourself to free fall. Snagging a web to a building, you followed the trail of destruction and people running away.

Dr.Octavius was climbing up the walls away from the tail of police cars that stopped at a building he clambered up. One cop saw you and shouted, “Go get him Spidey!” as you swinged above him. You gave him a salute before gallivanting up to the criminal.

Landing perfectly in front of Otto, you stood on the wall. Sticking straight against gravity with your super strength. “So, this is a nice change of pace. Usually, I'd have to hit up on abandoned warehouses to find you sneaking about for some leftover science garbage. Let me guess: your old age finally made your bones crack loud enough for them to hear?”

Doc Ock, with his shiny actuators attached to his back reared back from you. He crossed his arms as his (admittedly handsome) face looked irritated. The wind from this height blew his two trench coats widely around him, showing more of his shirtless chest. ‘Oh Lord, he just had to be shirtless today, didn’t he?’ You think, your cheeks blushing while biting your bottom lip. Your heart beated faster as your mind went into the gutter before you snapped out of it. You counted your lucky stars that you were smart enough to wear a costume that covered your face.

“One of the nice security personnel just got lucky when I was at one of Stark's labs.” He explained, not taking the bait you not so perfectly laid out for him. “Ooooooh, and you got scared by one guy? Jeez, if that’s what it took to get you up and about, I wouldn’t have to fight you a lot.” You joked, resting your hands on your hips.

“Well, it would probably be because he will no longer be ‘up and about’ anymore. Don’t worry; he IS alive. If you call it that.” He replied, a sinister smile creeped into his lips. Your blood ran cold, making you jump into gear and jump out at him.

Again, you never seemed to learn that you never make the first swing.

Otto let out a shameless laugh as he moved to the side, his upper arms strike out to you. You managed to slip away from them in the air in time for one of the bottom ones to make a grab at you. One of it’s claws scratched your side when you webbed away from it. It seemed to cackle in victory with his claws opening and closing.

‘Fuck! Need to get this on even ground.’ You look to the ground, where a crowd of people were surrounding the police and continued to grow. ‘Far from them. Get him talking, get him angry to follow you to the top of a building.’

“So, the great, intelligent Doc Ock has been spooked by one man. Not even a superpowered one! What? Is your hearing aid not working right today?” Otto utters a growled, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes glaring daggers at you while having one of his actuators rip out a chuck of contrite off of the building and throw it at you.

You web it and swing it back at him as you make your getaway. Dumb move: his arms crumbled it into smaller pieces. You ducked down quickly to make a wide web to catch any falling debris as you continued to swing away. 

Leading Otto higher onto the roofs. Some smoke bellowed out of the exhaust pipes, making you cough behind the mask as you ran on solid ground. You heard the claws stomp behind you, coming faster and faster.

“You think you're being very clever by insulting me to follow you, don’t you?” Doc Ock called out, his baritone voice filled with command and vile. “I was kinda hoping that we wouldn’t fight on the ground in front of the press, they just never get my good side.” You called back, flipping over to another building and shooting gobs of webs at him. 

He raised his actuators to block off the attack, making the two that got caught to get stuck together. Otto paused to try to remove it with a bottom arm, which you then jumped back to where he was and pounced on him. You webbed one of his flesh hands on the roof as you landed on top of him.

“Gotcha now-” You stopped, blushing harder than before when you realized how you landed on him.

Your legs were straddling his very wide hips, your butt just shy away from his crouch and a hand resting on top of his (plushy) pecs.

Silence fell hard between you two, your eyes looking right at him also surprised as you did, still as a rock. His actuators almost seemed to weave in the air in confusion.

Slowly, Ottos face then turned bemused. “Well, well, well… this has certainly turned into a delectable turn of events.” His deep voice purred. Your eyes widen as your body clenched at his suave voice.

“Oh-Oh God, I am so, so sorry!” Your voice squeaks a pitched higher, your heart now pounding like a jackhammer. Quickly taking your hand off of him, you stutter over your words as you try to gather your thoughts, trying not to touch anything but him.

“Shit, I totally didn’t mean to end up like this- let’s just forget that this is hap-” You make a move to get off of him when an actuator quickly wraps around your waist twice. With another squeak, you try to pry it off of you with your free arms, but it only tightens its hold on you. 

Your nerves started to fry in panic, your movements all jittery while the heavyset man just laid all calm and collected with his hooded eyes covered by his special glasses. His free hand rested on his bare stomach as the rest of the actuators (the two got free from your webs) all slinked up and aimed their bulbs at you. You rambled on, saying nothing and everything at the same time to get him to just-Let-Go!

“-Like, can’t we just move on from this?? I just go one way and you go the other way and we both don’t look back on this-” “I’m not sure if you know this, my dear, little spider,” He interrupted as his gloved hand lifted up to your belly. 

Your cheeks become warmer as his fingers brushed up over his metal arm, just grazing over your super suit, over your chest and up to your neck where it cupped your head to look down at him. “But my actuators detect not only heat signatures, but heart rate as well.”

You just noticed how fast your heart was beating, pounding with a mixture of fear and unease. Lust is definitely not part of that, nope. “W-w-w-w-well, if that were the ca-ca-case,” You stutter, painfully aware how his arms were now slithering around you, nuzzling against your back like a cat headbutting. One reached down to slip his glasses off, leaving his big eyes looking up at you. His eyes looked hungry, and that’s what scared you the most.

“T-t-t-then how come you missed that guard back the-” One arm grabbed your neck with it’s claw. You gasped as you grabbed it, trying to pry it off as the lower arm tightened its grip on you again. Your spider-sense is tingling, not to an alarming degree, but still buzzing enough for you to panic a bit.

This was getting out of hand; here you are practically sitting on New Yorks, maybe one of the world's greatest supervillain, with his actuators almost have you in wraps, Doc Ock has his only hand resting on your hip, you, a hero, is getting fucking turned on.

‘Lord, if you're there: Please kill me now’ You begged as Otto chuckled.

“We are having such a nice moment, Spider-Girl. Lets not ruin it with petty insults.” Said Otto, squeezing your thigh nicely. “Okay, thi-this is getting too weird,” You muttered. “Let me go now!” He tisk. “Now why would we do that when the fun just got started, hmm?” You try to use your super strength to pull the claw off of your neck, but his hand slipped up to your hip again, distracting you again as it dipped to your back and stopped on your butt.

He let out a soft hum, his face just looked mischievous. “I see all the hero business has really given you a mighty workout. Much more fun for us to squeeze.” You yelped as he did so, your legs almost clamp onto his sides. He grunted, reminding you how he is actually fragile to your power, and you are now left with a new problem.

“Lo-look, just let me go. I don't want to hu-hurt you-” a moan slipped out when he raised his leg up against your body, pushing your pelvis over his harness. 

If your cheeks burn any more, they would burn your mask off.

Otto smirked, his lips showing teeth, now looking more at ease. “Ohho, now this is getting interesting.” The arm grinds your hips on the harness and you try to tuck your legs up to get off of him. Two actuators wrapped around them and brought your lags back to their positions, hulting you and leaving you even more stuck. “Ironic, how fast your heart is beating so fast to be close to someone you don’t care about.”

“Please! Just stop!” you yelled, startling how loud your voice is. Even if you two were far away from the crowd, you still brought attention to warrant a helicopter. Possibly. Hopefully not.

“Oh, I like that…” Otto whispered. “It’s not always that I have a beau ideal not only getting turned on, but begging?” He growled, and fuck does his voice sounds just so good.

“Do go on, I’m very keen on hearing your pompous voice begging me to let go. A nice change from your failed attempts at humor.” You groan, but glazing around, you couldn’t just not wait for someone else to rescue you.

Shit, what if the Avengers heard about this?

You bit your lip and got on with it. “Please, Dr.Octavius,” You said, hoping that his former title would maybe favor your plea. “Please let me go.” His smirk just grew. “That’s better, although...” He looked to one of his arms, who was leering down at you then to him. He let out a huff of glee as his dark eyes turned back to you. The hungry only flourish into something more deadly threatening. The danger-buzzing became a thundering ring in your minds eye.

“I think it would be even sweeter if you give me a kiss.”

Oh fuck no.

You got back to the claw on your neck, but it clamps on tight. Almost cutting off your air. “Oh, come now, would a kiss really be that bad? No one will ever know.” He reasoned. His hand trailed one finger up and down your inner thigh. “It would be over quickly and painlessly. If, however, you want to stay up here with a much more enjoyable activity…” That damn finger found itself over to your clothed crotch, JUST ghosting over your clit.

Your body jolted, ecstasy pumped into your blood and a mewl escaped your gasping mouth. The temptation was far too great, God his whole presence is just waiting to be indulge into.

But you still couldn’t ignore how much your spider-sense was yelling at you hard in your mind. This was stepping into something more deadly. ‘But what choice do I got? How can I escape without hurting him??” A voice of reason, not like your own, said that it is safer than what he was asking.

“I can wait all day, I have nothing to hide, well, except for a little hard drive I ‘borrowed’ from Starks. I’m not sure if you do, regarding if the press let their helicopter come out to look at the damages.” You shivered at his voice, glazing about as you willed your arms to let go of the claw on your neck. You try to calm your fast-paced heart beat with even breathing, but it’s not working. “Ju-just one kiss?” you whispered, too low for anyone could hear.

Apparently, his actuator did. Docs famous, corrupted grin returned on his good-looking face, the laughing lines deepening with wicked glee. “Just one, and I’ll let you go.” “.....okay.” Was all you said before the claw finally let go of your neck. 

You rubbed your throat before it returned and nudged your upper body to lean down on him. “Okay, okay, I’m doing it! Jeeze, so impatient.” You muttered. You leaned closer over his face (while trying not to come contact with his torso). That bastard then said “You are going to have to initiate the kiss, my dear. I’m the one who is stuck.” He wiggled his trapped hand to set the point.

You scowled at him, then flinched when you felt more fingers brushing against your crotch. “Well?” You looked at him in the eyes, then sighed. Slowly, you hooked your thumb under your mask (ignoring how your hand was shaking from this) and lifted the mask up above your nose. The spider-sense was now yelling-no, screaming NO at you.

Octavious let out a hum. “My, you look so delightful when you’re disheveled.” ‘Shut the fuck up, you sonofabitch.’ Was what you wanted to say but knew enough not to.

You breathe in the air (much better than breathing through the mask) as you sucked in your lips, then lean down to quickly give him a dry peck on the lips.

Otto looked unimpressed.

“Oh, that can’t be how you kiss.” One of his claws stomped on your back, shoving your whole torso on top of his. You plant your hands on his shoulders but couldn’t push off of him. “You have to kiss me as if you meant it.” His free hand made its way to your nearly clear cheek. You almost panicked when his gloved fingers touched where the end of the mask was, just nearly pushing it off of your face before resting to the back of your head.

“How else am I supposed to be convinced that you really want to be free from my embrace?” He asked. You gulped, your blush returned again as you closed your eyes and pretended.

You pictured your long-time crush, Jessie. He grew up with you through middle and high school, blossoming from an angsty, emo boy to a handsome man from the 1950s. He is, quite literally, the male version of Jessica Rabbit and embraced it wholeheartedly. He was always kind to you when you were growing up, and even more when he became popular in high school. He made sure that you were heard, always seen and validated from your peers. Now going into college: he has bloomed into every dream man that women ever wanted.

Your heart beats more slowly, more comfortable just thinking of him and his elegant face looks at you with his warm eyes. His whole demeanor just pouring radiant of safety and love, just waiting for you to be in his arms. His smooth parted lips just waiting for just a peck.

You leaned down and finally kissed Otto Octavius. It started out slow, your eyes closed as your mind focused on Jessie. Just pretend, just ignore how vastly different Otto's large body is from Jessie's angular, yet hard body.

The supervillain smiled in the kiss, it felt weird, very unlike your crush. Ottos hand smooths over your neck and onto your back, rubbing circles over your shoulder blades. Damn, does that ever feel nice.

Daring to continue this, you trailed your hands over to his face and deepened the kiss further, poking your tongue into his mouth. You imagined Jessie hands over your back, sending tingles of excitement up your spine. But Octavious hummed in the kiss, nearly breaking you away from him.

He was compliant, letting you take charge of it. He would almost push his lips onto yours, but never overpower you. Your fingers made its way to his hair, entangling in his dark locks, bringing his face closer to yours. He smelled like oil, sweat, and smoke. So different than Jessies expensive cologne, but it suited the older man.

Everything felt sooo good, like a sinful temptation that warmed its way from your core. His arms, his real ones, wrapped around your body in a deathly grip while his actuators nearly went limp over your body. You hummed in the kiss, holding his plump cheeks in your hands.

It only took a second to realize that Otto was using both arms to hold you closer to him.

You broke away from the kiss and immediately jumped off of him and quickly webbed away, pulling your mask back on. 

Heart was still racing, still pounding like a horse on steroids. You didn’t look back; you didn’t DARE to see if Doc Ock was chasing you. You mind just reliving that moment with him over and over again as you continue to (very clumsily) swing up to a building away from the scene in New York city and finally allow yourself to sit in silence.

Just sit and reflect on it AGAIN. 

Your face was still warm. Your hands were still shaking from…. that. It wasn’t as if he took your first kiss. You had to admit, it felt nice. Ock was a good kisser, but damn if he is ever so cocky and…. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but by the way your spider-sense was acting would've swore that you were stepping into something dangerous. 

Something that you can’t go back and undo, for it has set to stone. Now that danger is set in motion, and it wants more.

Then, you think back to a sentence he said and you facepalm hard. “Fuck! I forgot to get the damn hard drive!!!”

[blueisabear]

POV: Your Friend is hiding a secret

[M4F] [Friends to lovers] [Slowburn] [Superhero] [Robbery] [Confession]

Well I took a long hiatus, not like anyone on here knows me. I don’t know, maybe writing some short stories will help me clear my system from the undiagnosed ADD ideas running in my head. But for a while I had this idea of your best friend, a very boy next door type, who you known for years is actually one of the most powerful people on the planet. Cannot imagine how Lois Lane felt.

You know being hunched over your computer is really bad for your back. Oh don’t give me that “uh-huh” and ignore what I just said. Listen I get that you’re on a deadline but you’ve been working all day and deserve a break. Why don’t we go for a drinks? There’s this new bar that has a medieval theme and it’s got all these weird cocktails, they’re supposed to be like potions. It’s fun and new. Your favorite combo.

And…You’re not even paying attention, great. Look, I know that you’re a hermit who loves her computer but you and I both know it’s been a rough week. Especially since we’re working on the project for the client. But you came here early and now look, we’re last ones to leave. Please do yourself and me a favor and let’s go home. Even the night staff want you out. Yes I know there’s no night staff but you get my point. Please?

That was totally a yawn, it was a fine but it’s more proof to go home. Come on I’ll help you pack. ‘Cause I’m a gentlemen that’s why dummy. You’re right, names are mean. I’m sorry. Now can we go now? It’s Friday and 9pm and we’re still at the office. At our age, we should be at that bar I told you about. No I haven’t been there but I read it in the paper. People love the place. Maybe tomorrow. I know I always flake but emergencies always pop up. Yes they are emergencies. Well you know stuff. It’s uhm tough being…well, what’s going on… It’s hard to explain. It’s just that I’m trying to thank you for being there. I wanted to do something nice and take you out for dinner. Yeah, yeah. Call me cheesy. I know. It’s just unfortunate that the one night I’m off, you’re at your desk working. I’m teasing, I’m teasing! Ah jeez, you didn’t have to hit me. What that was totally a punch, I’m definitely getting a bruise from you. Signs of this abuse I go with you. I’m teasing! You’re so sensitive, its adorable, in a weird sadistic way. OW! Okay I deserve that one. But you know I love you.

Woah, you okay? You’re wearing heals? Hey I didn’t say you couldn’t wear heals. I’m asking why you’re wearing heals. I know you tripped but did you roll it? Come on, let’s sit down on the bench here. Take off the shoes. No, I don’t have a foot kink. Jeez get your head out of the gutter. Is it sensitive here? Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Bad news is that you definitely rolled it. I got some wraps in my bag that can help. Just let me…ah ha! Got ‘em! Uhm, lets start here then… I know it’s tender. Just a few more…done! How does it feel? Better? Good.

So uhm, why were you wearing heals in the first? Well it’s just that, as long as I have known you, you’re the tomboy. The girl who takes no shit from anyone. Was it that rough of a work day? Yeah I figured by the way you yawn every three sentences. It wasn’t just work? You had a date? With who? What do you mean ‘don’t mind him!’ Well obviously you were glued to your computer when I found you which means this story doesn’t end well. He ghosted you? Jeez what an asshole. Well look at it this way, it sounds like you dodged a bullet with that one. Not all bad? What do you mean? Ohh when you were texting, the conversation seemed one-sided. Ohhh…The energies didn’t match? Haha, your desire to read people’s personalities are adorable. No I’m not saying its a bad thing, it’s just cute when you say that I’m just a Scorpio moon and all that crap. Right not crap, sorry. But it is adorable that you blame mars for being in Gemini for a bad hair day or whatever. You taught me way too much or that. But I am glad that you’re here with me now. Can you walk? Just…ahhh, be careful. Your ankle is still tender. You can lean against me till we get you home.

So what’s this project you’re working on right now? Oh, the new Hero in town. Mr. Greeley wants to track him? Wait what? Oh, my bad the client wants to track him. I don’t like the hero but still, the guy deserves some privacy. When did we decide this? At the past meeting…there was a meeting? No I don’t remember that. It was a week ago, okay. Not to long ago. No I think I had a doctor’s appointment that day. I’m sorry but apparently I had someone beg me to get checked out for iron deficiency. Me being bruised all the time really concerned you. Also not like you punch me every chance you get. I had to have the record for you to believe me that I was fine. You know that I am clumsy, I just don’t watch out where I…ow… am going. Stupid corner came out of nowhere. My point exactly. So how are we going to track him, the man can literally fly. Ohh so you had the idea of the people reporting sightings of him. Like a community twitter? See… you are smarter than you look. Hahaha, hey, hey! Can’t take a joke. You know I love teasing you, just as much as you love hitting me. Okay maybe I deserve a couple but still, that’s us.

Wait, so what are your thoughts of the new superhero? Mysterious? Why’s that? I guess that makes sense that he never publicly announced his name. And that he always flew away as soon as a camera get’s within 50 feet of him. He doesn’t always run away? What do you mean by that? He’s saved you before? When? Yeah I remember that day you were running late to our monthly movie nights. Wait robbed? At the grocery store. Wait why didn’t you tell me this before? I could have met up with you. Ugh, I’m so sorry. I could’ve…I feel horrible that I wasn’t there. Don’t worry? I mean you’re alive, that eases my stress a lot. So what exactly happened? So after the muggers ran away with with your stuff, he came in last minute and beat them up. Oh and then he returned your stuff. Gotcha. No I’m not jealous. If the guys wants to save pretty girls then I won’t stop him. I’m not jealous. Ugh. No I am not. Fine, you tell yourself that if it helps you sleep at night. I’ll let you know that my love life is perfectly existant. Yes it is! The last time…Rosie McDonald. The elderly lady that I volunteered to read to. That doesn’t prove anything, she’s a lady that enjoys my company. Same thing as a date. Yeah, it’s been a while since I last saw her but I have had emergencies.

Hey-hey watch you’re ankle! Did you think of bringing extra shoes? You left them back home? Were they in front of the door right as you were about to leave, you forgot them? You know what, it happens to the best of us. I can’t even blame you. With so much being on your plate It’s hard to keep track of which is what and where it goes. Sorry that was a bit deep, here sit on the stairway. Let’s fix your wrap…There we go! Now it’d be stupid of you and careless of me if you walk again. So either A) Call an expensive cab this late or B) I have to carry you. Wha- I’m stronger than I look! Oh I get it, you don’t want my cooties. I fucking knew it.

Ayo! Taxi! Thanks, we’re going to 25th ave. We’ll be fine if you drop us off at the main light. Princess? You alright. Yeah you can rest on me. It’s should be too far. I’ll wake you up when we arrived. Shhuussh it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re just stressed from work all day. Plus you’re exhausted. Just relax.

Pssst, Princess. PSSST, Princess! We’re here. Thank you sir! Keep the tip! Come on, hop on my back. I’ll carry you inside. Have…I mention…I hate…stairs? Where are your keys? I’m gonna put you down gently. Here we…found them. Hop on in. You go get ready and I’ll bring your stuff inside. I’m always this I nice, you just…Forget even I’m too tired to make a witty joke. Listen I know this is last minute but can I stay here the night? Sorry you go first? Oh, yeah I’d like to stay here. I don’t have any clothes though. Your brother accidentally left some here. Sounds just like him. Are he and I even the same size? He too also like baggy shirts? Must be a family trait. No but seriously, I can’t blame him. Where are they exactly? Guest bedroom? Gotcha.

I’ll lock your door and grab some ice for you.

* You hear footsteps of him locking the apartment and opening the freezer. Then the non-gentle footsteps lead to your room *

Here you go Princess. One ice pack and a glass of water for you. You took no time getting into bed. Did you even brush your teeth? Floss. Who am I kidding, you’re literally a perfectionist you’d never forget but you can afford to miss a night. Is your ankle feeling any better? Good. I’m going to get ready. Do you still have my extra toothbrush? Right, guest bathroom, where else? Call out if you need me. Good night Princess.

* It’s late in the night and you hear small creaking noises. You slowly sit up and grab your bear spray from your night stand drawer. Your ankle is better but it’s still tender, so your footsteps is have a slight limp. Slowly but surely, you make your way over to the door leading to the hallway. There you hear footsteps that weren’t yours and your friend was definitely a sleep. Something smashes in the kitchen and then a long comes a “fuck.” The voice wasn’t familiar. You quietly but quickly limp over to your friend’s room. You jump to the bed and go to shake your friend but he’s gone. Another shatter comes from downstairs but it’s louder than the first. Before you knew it, you hobble over to the stairway. Where was your phone? In your purse, down stairs, left by your friend, where the danger was. Maybe you could go the fire escape, no your ankle was too sore. CRASH! You take one foor after another and soon you were in the kitchen with your friend in the middle of the room, surrounded by broken glass, furniture, and five unconscious men *

Uhhh… I can explain. Oh! Watch out for glass! Yeah I wouldn’t, especially with bare feet. Hey, let me fly over to you. Hang on, don’t want to- Are you okay? You look scared. The costume is just temporary one, until the current one gets fixed. I swear, it’s still me. I’m still your best friend from college. The guy who watches romcom movies with you. The guy who carried you when you were too drunk to walk back to your dorm. I’m still that guy.

Right, those guys. Well the best way to think of it is like getting strikes by lightning. You just got robbed and they robbed the best friend of a Superhero. Hang on, I’ll tidy up the place up.

* Intense winds from superspeed *

Okay bad guys in jail and did the best I could to fix the place. I know a guy if there’s any problems. So I imagine you have questions and want answers. I’ll happily indulge with whatever but be warned, I will repeat the questions.

How long? As long as I was alive? My parents think I was born with these powers but other than that we don’t know where they came from. DNA test? No. Pa says it’s to risky. Doesn’t want the government to take me away from him. What do you think I’m Superman with same back story? No. My parents are my parents and I even had a brother. Yes, a brother. He died when I was fifteen and he was seventeen. Some jerks were messing around 4th of July and decided to pick on the weird kid. They tried aiming a firework at me and ultimately my brother took the bullet. This was before I found out I was immune to fire. No, my brother was a good guy. He was top of his class, football star, Prom King, and just got accepted to Harvard Ivy League. Yeah, the jackass was gonna be a lawyer. He couldn’t be any more cliché. I try to follow in footsteps. Thank you, I appreciate your condolences. Why did I shit on myself earlier? You mean for the project and such. Disguise purposes. But…thank you for, uhm, defending me against real critics. I appreciate that too. When was I planning on telling you? Well, the superhero thing is a new thing but the powers…right after you saved me from this swarm of frat guys trying to forcibly pledge me in. Even though I could have saved myself, you rushed in with no hesitation. Honestly, I just love the way you struck those guys dumb with your quick wit. God the way they look so stupid after you told them off with big words that none of them understand. It was hilarious. Yeah, still got the spitfire with Mr. Greeley, I think he can’t decide whether to fire you or send you to the big boss himself. What you got some great ideas, you should totally market them.

Right, you want answers. Sorry. List my powers? That’s a dozy of a list. Well you know the obvious ones, flight, speed, strength. I have ice rays and energy blasts from my hands and eyes but I really use those for ice pops and the real baddies. A new one is that I can phase through stuff. X-ray vision? No, that’s Superman. I can see microscopic things though. Fire immunity, bulletproof, breathe in outer space and underwater. I don’t know, the list keeps getting longer. It’s hard to keep up.

Hey I just wanted to say that you do a lot more for me than you realize. Well, I mean that…remember that time those guys tried to rob you. Now that you know the truth, you obviously realize that your best friend is actually the superhero who took you on a moon light date. Yeah the flying and us dancing in mid-air. That was me. I didn’t mean to scare you with how high we were. I just wanted to impress you. My parents taught me how to be good. My brother showed me what I could do. But you…you taught me why. I don’t know how or where I got these powers but I do know why. You. No matter how many guys you dated, it hurt watching you get your heart broken over and over again. But, you put on your best smile and kept going. When you did break, you trusted me to run to and just hold you.

What was that? A name? No not yet. I was thinking Boulder but I don’t really have anything with rocks. Champion? I like that. To be the people’s champion. Haha, cheesy but I like it. You’re my champion.

[ebitenpura]

Made it through the first half of the Malgussy arc and Eight felt bad for Malgus for like, 3 minutes before he completed changed his mind when he started calling him a moron lol. (He also was unfortunately thinking about yielding and watching what he would do instead of stopping him right there because he was kind of entranced by his entrance. Lana definitely smacked the back of his head and told him to get his head out of the gutter). It was pretty entertaining watching him go "I don't wanna" the entire time while everyone remarked that he was being petty, but alas, our poor husky is dragged along on misadventures as usual.

Looks like they're starting to lean into more puzzles and movement fights in normal content for once, the Nul trap room was decently fun and Malgus doing the naruto run was incredibly unexpected. It's no FFXIV, but it's a good start.

Also made it through Ruhnuk and a few of the dailies and it's definitely the stronger half of the shared arcs; I haven't seen a cutscene that long in this game and the fight scenes were really good. That being said, Eight and Shae's dynamic kills me because I feel as if she went to the Alliance and went give me your best warriors so he had to go with her. As expected, Echani and Mandos mix like oil and water; Shae is way too aggressive and explosion-prone compared to his tactics while Eight was like what are you doing calm down jeez. He's the bold one in his line of work, but Mandalorians are a whole different level of bombastic. The only part they saw eye-to-eye was through honor; Shae mentioned he thought like a Mando and he definitely went "no, I'm just an Echani."

Got to flirt with Rass Ordo as well. I can see why people like him. He's kind of like if Jonas was a goofy Mando. Definitely gives off strong puppy dog vibes and smiles a lot; very cute compared to half of the brooding characters in this game. Eight likes him, but I don't think they'd go beyond a few dates and flirting on and off.

[davnittbraes]

Oooooh older reader fic with JAVI P no less 😏

I had to prepare myself before reading this one (no not that way jeez Katie get your mind outta the fanfic gutter)

First of all, I count a whole three fucks in this first section, brava 👏

then THIS LINE:

You can see right through to the failure of a man he actually is.

Javi STAHP omg just lemme hug him plz

It has been a long day and all that has kept you going is the thought of getting out of your heels and pantyhose and onto your couch.

My skin literally crawls with the memory of pantyhose every time I read this sentence. Blech. Why was this a part of daily wardrobe. 

Your feet and back are screaming at you not to get taken in by those puppy dog eyes

Lol good fucking luck, my lady bits are much louder than my feet and back so they can scream all they want but I’m gonna melt for those puppy dog eyes every time 

Has his shirt been unbuttoned this much the whole time?  Four buttons undone?  Really?  Why bother buttoning it at all?

Questions the fandom asks repeatedly. 

Maybe fucking is all he’s good for.

I said JAVI STAHHP

You’ve lived enough life to know a man that doesn’t want you isn’t worth your time. 

PREACH 🙌

He brushes his fingers over the creases at the corners of your eyes and you melt.  “You’re beautiful.”

😭😭😭 Javi tenderly loving my wrinkles actually healed all my trauma ever

in summary,

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Seen (Javier Peña One-shot)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Summary: You’re the last person Javi wants to ask for a favor, but not for the reason you think.

Word count: ~2.2k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Alternating POV, reader is a few years older than Javi (Javi could be a variety of ages) and has hair that could be worn up or down, wrinkles and laugh lines, a touch of angst, non-graphic sex

A/N: This isn’t quite what I expected it to be when I started working on it many many months ago.  The idea was inspired by @famouslyanonymous musing that there didn’t seem to be any fics featuring a Pedro boy with a slightly older reader.  I wanted to say a lot of things with this fic and I’m not sure I said any of them, but I hope you enjoy!

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“Fine.”

Fuck.

Javi slams down the phone and pinches the bridge of nose.

He needs a favor.  Why does it have to be from you?

He can flirt his way through the department secretaries easily, but you, with your intelligent, assessing gaze… he swears you can see right through him.

The two of you have been crossing into each other’s orbits for a long time now.  He can tell that you know…  You know he’s not some DEA hero.  You can see right through to the failure of a man he actually is.

He takes a long drag on his cigarette before stubbing it out and pushing away from his desk.  “Fuck it.”

He pulls at the back of his neck as he makes his way to your department.  He can already feel the tension headache beginning.  If you won’t do this for him… he’d rather not think about it.

He approaches your desk nervously. “I need a favor.”

“Is that right?” you reply, continuing your work.

“I would really appreciate it.” If he can’t flirt, he can at least try to be polite.

“You aren’t going to compliment my nail polish or tell me how pretty my dress is?”

“Uh… I… what?” Javi stammers.

“I see what you do around here.  Flirting with all the pretty young things to get your way.  Not me though, probably because I’ve got 20 years on most of them and a few on you.”

“What? No! Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman here.”

“Right,” you scoff.  “It’s too late for the charm, Javier.”

He leans over your desk, gripping the edge.  Moving himself into the halo of your perfume.  “I’m telling you the truth,” he growls.

You lift your eyes to his and his knees go a little weak.

Who is he kidding?  A class-act like you is never going to bend the rules for a man like him.

“Never mind,” he pushes off your desk and walks away.

When he returns to his desk later that afternoon, he’s surprised to find the file he needs sitting on his chair.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You lean back against the elevator wall and sigh.  It has been a long day and all that has kept you going is the thought of getting out of your heels and pantyhose and onto your couch.

The elevator pings as the doors open on the garage level.  You step out into the cool, echoey space.  That’s when you see him.

He’s standing by your car, exhaling a plume of smoke, somehow not looking green and sickly under the florescent lights.  He must hear the click of your heels on the concrete because he turns and puts out his cigarette as you approach.

“What are you doing here, Peña?  Need another favor?”

“Thank you for the file.  You didn’t have to do that.”  He shifts his weight and looks down at his feet.

“Yeah, well, lord knows you get enough roadblocks thrown in your way.  I don’t need to be one of them.”

Javier chuckles ruefully, “You have no idea.”

“If that’s all, I need to get going.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” Javier looks up at you, “To say thanks?”

Your feet and back are screaming at you not to get taken in by those puppy dog eyes, but there’s something simmering beneath the surface of his gaze.  Something that makes you curious.  His outburst earlier hasn’t left your mind.  You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little interested in where an evening with Javier Peña might take you.

“Counteroffer.  How about you come over to my place in an hour.  Bring the booze with you.”

Javier’s eyes light up in surprise.

“Don’t get any ideas, Peña.  It’s been a long day and I don’t feel like going to a bar.”

“I didn’t have any ideas.”

You scoff and make your way to the driver’s side door, “See you later?”

He nods.

Javier stands aside as you pull out of your parking space and out of the garage.  You can see him in your rearview mirror smoothing down his mustache, hand on one cocked hip.  It should be an interesting evening.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You open the door to your apartment and Javi is momentarily stunned speechless.  You’re wearing flowy, satin pants and a cardigan belted around your waist.  You’ve removed your make-up and your jewelry.  You’ve let down your hair.

You’ve never looked more beautiful.

You’re always stunning at work.  Elegant, put-together, gorgeous.  But here, now, you look so soft and relaxed.  It’s as though you’ve taken off the armor you wear to the office.

Like he’s getting a glimpse of the real you.

He always tries to hide the real him.  That façade might not work tonight… a frightening thought.

You step aside and motion him into the apartment.  Javi swallows deeply and forces his feet to step inside.

“I brought whiskey, hope that’s ok.”  He holds out the bottle to you.

“Definitely ok, I had a feeling.” You lead him to your couch.  Two tumblers already sit on the coffee table.  You uncork the bottle and pour two fingers in each glass.

You hand him his glass before swirling the amber liquid in your own.

He watches, mesmerized, as you breathe in the heady aroma and your eyes drift closed.  You take a sip and sigh.  His cock twitches.

“That’s good whiskey, Javier.”

“Call me Javi.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You didn’t expect it to be so easy to talk to him.

Somehow you’ve gravitated towards each other.  Your knee now rests against his thigh.  His arm stretches behind you on the couch.  Whiskey glasses sit forgotten on the table.  You only needed a few sips to relax before the conversation and laughter flowed.

Swapping stories of co-workers and old mutual friends.  You realize you’ve never seen him smile before tonight.

It’s a shame.

His smile lights up the room.

Javi arches back against the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s getting late.”

You make a non-committal noise in reply because your gaze has been captured by the expanse of his chest you can see through his gaping shirt.

Has his shirt been unbuttoned this much the whole time?  Four buttons undone?  Really?  Why bother buttoning it at all?

Not that you’re complaining as you take in the view of his smooth, golden skin.  You watch, hypnotized, as his chest rises and falls with each breath.

Your gaze travels upward, catching on the divot of his clavicle.  The perfect place to breathe his scent.

His Adam’s apple snags your gaze next as it bobs in his throat.  You have to swallow yourself, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of licking your way up his gorgeous neck.

His jawline comes into view.  Strong and angular.  Beautiful.  Especially in contrast to his soft, plush lips.

They part slightly, revealing the most perfect crease in his lower lip.

Then there’s his nose.  Noses shouldn’t be so arousing.  It’s absurd.  But there it is in all it’s aquiline glory.  Like a goddamn sculpture.

You continue your journey up to his eyes and find that he’s staring at you, pupils blown.

Your mouth is suddenly dry as Javi slowly closes the distance between you, never breaking eye contact, giving you time to protest, until his lips meet yours.

A fire ignites in your body with the first touch of his lips.  It burns from your head to your toes waking you up from your slow syrupy thoughts.

You climb onto his lap, knees on either side of his slim hips.  His hands grip your waist.  His heat bleeding through the thin fabric covering your center.

You break away from the kiss, breathless. Javi continues kissing down your throat, tugging at your cardigan.  You sit back and reach between you, untying the belt and letting it fall off your shoulders.

Javi groans as he takes in the thin camisole you are wearing underneath.  Your bra had come off along with the pantyhouse and heels.  Your hard nipples poke against the silky fabric.  They squeeze even tighter as Javi licks his lips.

“Fuck, bonita, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps.  The sound goes straight to your core.

- - - - - - - - -

He didn’t come here for this.

Maybe he hoped initially.  But it didn’t seem to be what you had in mind.

He wasn’t lying when he said you were the most beautiful woman at work.  His eyes rove over your body of their own volition every time your paths cross.  His ears tune into the sound of your laughter and even more to your witty and sarcastic remarks.

But he didn’t expect this… this connection.

You’ve set him at ease.  Pulling stories from his memory that he thought were long forgotten.  The urge to pour out his heart to you nearly chokes him.

You’re too good for him.  Too smart, too strong, too confident.  And oh, are you beautiful.  

And now you’re above him, rocking into his cock, making the most heavenly sounds as you lick into his mouth.  He can do sex and do it well.  He can make up for everything he lacks with a good fucking.

Maybe fucking is all he’s good for.

“Take me to bed, Javi.”

He pauses.  He expected your words, but somehow, they have caught him off guard. It wouldn’t be just a fuck with you.  You’ve gotten under his skin.  You’ve glimpsed his soul.

The words bubble up before he can’t stop them.

“I’m scared.”

- - - - - - - - - - - 

His admission catches you off guard and you sit back.  “Scared? Of what? I know I’m older than you, but it’s not like I’m some dried-out husk and bats are going to fly out of my vagina.”  You push against his chest to get off his lap, annoyed and frustrated.

Javi growls and grabs your ass, pulling you back to him, holding you still while he finds his words.  “Fuck, that’s not what I meant.”  He huffs as he continues, “I’m scared because you… see me.”

The anger burns away as quickly as it came.

“I’m not the man most people think I am.” His big brown eyes that only moments ago held laughter and lust, fill with pain and doubt.

“Who are you, then?”

“Just a man.  Trying.  Failing.”

“I know.”

“You don’t want me.”

“What if I do?”

You’re surprised by your own admission. It’s the truth.  You do want him.  And not because he’s a ‘hero’ but in spite of it.  You want the man you met tonight.

You watch his feelings war across his face.  His body wants you, that is abundantly clear.  You’re pretty sure his mind and heart do too, if he could only trust them.

“Have you been real with me tonight, Javi?” you ask, brushing the pads of your thumbs over his gorgeous cheekbones.

“Yes.”

“I won’t beg.” You’ve lived enough life to know a man that doesn’t want you isn’t worth your time. “But know that I do see you and I want you.  The real you.”

His fingers dig into your hips and he swallows hard. “I’ve never done this.”

“I find that hard to believe.”  That earns you a smirk, some sparkle returning to his eyes.

“You know what I mean.  Real… I’ve never done real.  At least not for a long fucking time.”

“I’m as real as they come, Javi.  Wrinkles and all. Can you handle it?”

He brushes his fingers over the creases at the corners of your eyes and you melt.  “You’re beautiful.”

You bring your lips back to his, gently testing.  He wraps his arms around you, surging up into the kiss.  Heat quickly builds between your bodies as your hands roam freely across his broad shoulders and up into his hair.

He groans against your mouth.

“Take me to bed, querida.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Your body is perfect.

Not in the way of youth – firm, angular, unblemished – but well-loved.  Each part of you telling the story of a life well-lived.

He worships each curve of you.  Reveling in what pleasure feels like with someone when he opens himself up.  He kisses your softness, traces each wrinkle with his calloused fingers, delights in the sounds you make as he explores your body.

When you welcome him into your wet heat with a contented sigh, it nearly breaks him in two.  You feel so right around him, moving with him, coming with him.

Sated and drowsy, he lays with you on your bed.  You brush his hair off his forehead and trace your fingers over his laugh lines and the crease between his eyebrows.  He’s lived some life too.

“Still scared?” you ask, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Yeah,” he rasps quietly, looking up at your soft smile, “but I think it might be worth it.”

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5x03 | Four Walls and a Roof

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Paperwork

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IT TAKES TWO

PAIRING: nishimura riki x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you've always despised nishimura riki. ever since he decided to jump onto the next girl when you broke up with him. your love for him lingered and you missed him. however, you knew he didn't like you anymore. or maybe he still did?

WARNINGS: this decently angsty and honestly idk what I even wrote. cursing and tons of them! very childish fighting between ni-ki and you. my brain can't comprehend wtf i wrote. kissing! idk if that's a warning.

WORD COUNT: 4.8K words

taglist[perm]: @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @milklix @kar0ki @sugarsunoo

a/n: okay I lied. this has been in my drafts since 2022 but like still it’s been a year😀oh i didn't exactly proofread this. i did check the grammar a little whilst trying to write but it's not fully proofread.

you pushed yourself off the ground, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. the mirrors were fogging up, a true sign of hard work had been done.

“great job (name). that would be all for today.” heeseung, a senior of the dance club, says. you smiled at him.

“thank you sunbae.” heeseung chuckles.

“you don’t have to call me sunbae (name)-ah. we can speak casually, of course i’m still older than you so you have to use a little formality.” you shyly looked away.

“o-oh alright heeseung sunba-i mean heeseung oppa.”

“better.” he ruffles your hair.

“hey hyung, are you done with her? jay hyung has been looking for you.” ni-ki says.

you gave him a hard glare. now, you may ask who was this ni-ki guy. well he was nishimura riki, a classmate of yours.

heeseung nods and he sends a small smile to you before leaving the place. ni-ki rolls his eyes.

“you do realise heeseung hyung has a girlfriend right?”

“yeah.” you in fact did not hence you formed a painfully obvious crush on him. “why do you care anyways?” you growled at ni-ki.

“jeez calm down tiger, I just noticed how you always try too hard to get heeseung hyung to notice you. it’s clear he has already set boundaries between you and him. he sees you as his little sister.”

“shut the fuck up.” ni-ki smirks.

“and what if I don’t, lee?”

“well nishimura, both you and I know this wouldn’t end nicely so I suggest you shut the fuck up before I make you.” you stare at him hard.

“think I’m afraid of you Lee? just cause your brother is Lee Minho? captain of the dance club? your dear brother loves me (name)-ie.”

you gave ni-ki the finger and left with your things.

ah the dynamic between you and the boy. the tension was too high, even your brother thought so.

“that’s where you are, what took you so long.” minho whines.

“save that whining for jisung. ah wait, forgot you are probably stuffing your tongue down his throat instead.”

“yahhh what’s with the uptight behaviour?”

“you know why Minho.”

“you and riki kid again? oh lord, you two are like cats and water. enemies.”

“you’re just saying that because soongie wouldn’t get in the bath water.”

“SHE WAS CLAWING ON ME AND THAT SHIT HURT.”

“cut her nails then.”

“what? no! she has to use those nails to attack anyone I hate. I’m training her, she’s our fiesty lion.”

“and how is training going?” you looked over at Minho.

“not well…”

“there’s your answer, let her live. she probably already hates you more than ever.”

“SHE DOESNT. YOU’RE JUST UPSET RIKI HASN'T KISS YOU YET!”

“now why would I want that demon child to kiss me?”

“the tension (name), do you not feel it?”

“no mr.krabs, I am not feeling it. the only tension I’m feeling is our hatred for each other.”

“yeah but that tension can be something more…like sexual tension.” you gave your big brother a smack on the head.

“we are 17, Lee Minho. get your mind out of the fucking gutter. moreover, I would never kiss someone like nishimura.”

“oh you two go by first name basis, watch him call you Mrs.Nishimura.”

“in your dreams.”

“BABEEE!!!” jisung clings onto Minho’s arms. minho leaves a cute little peck on the boy’s lips.

“ugh you two are disgusting.” you grumbled.

“hyungie, think we should find a boyfriend for (name)? she’s kinda extra spicy today.” jisung says.

“ay fuck you, you’re lucky you’re my brother’s boyfriend or else I would have roundhouse your ass a long time ago.”

“hyungie, she scares me.” jisung hides behind minho.

“(name), please don’t scare jisung. Oh and sungie, she just finished an argument with riki and she’s tired from dance practice. just let her live okay?”

“but she needs to release her tension.”

“you and everyone else are the same. I already told you that me and nishimura do not have any sort of tension besides the hatred we have for each other!”

“then if you don't, why don’t you go out and find a boyfriend? I bet you’d be a hundred percent way more happier.” jisung says.

“I would’ve had a boyfriend if I wasn’t a coward and confessed to heeseung sunbae and if he didn’t have a girlfriend!” you yelled. you froze after saying so.

“you like heeseung?” your brother says.

“minho, please don’t tell him. it’s no use of telling him if he already has a girlfriend.”

“he doesn’t have a girlfriend the last time I checked?” jisung says.

“what?”

“who told you that?” jisung asks.

“ni-ki.”

both minho and jisung shared a knowing look.

“(name), have you ever thought riki might have a crush on you? hence he said heeseung had a girlfriend?”

“what? why would he like me when he fucking hates my guts.”

“look (name), both you and riki are really dense and we hate it. we can tell the both of you like each other.” jisung says.

“you’re talking fucking nonsense, jisung.”

“(name).” minho looks at you.

“just drive me home and then you can go on your little date with jisung.” you shut your brother down. Minho sighs.

“alright, you’re okay with being alone at home with the cats right? mom and dad won’t be home early tonight.”

“are they ever home early?” minho wanted to answer but he couldn’t because it was true, when were they ever home.

he drives you home and drops you off. he rolls down the window.

“how about you order something if you’re hungry or-”

“i’m not going to the nishimura’s.”

“mrs.nishimura is usually home so if you want some home cooked food. I suggest going over.”

“yeah yeah. have fun on your date you two.” you rolled your eyes.

“(name), don’t do anything okay?” minho says.

“like what? have sex? that’s what you two are gonna do.”

“we aren’t-(name)!” jisung blushes.

“just get in the house, dork.” minho says.

“yes, my dear brother.” you bowed and went to open the door.

you entered your home and were instantly swarmed with Minho’s cats.

“doongie, dori where is your sister?” you asked the two cats. dori meows and walks, seems like it was trying to lead you somewhere.

you followed the cat and well you found someone in the backyard petting soongie.

“nishimura riki.” you mumbled under your breath. you watched him smile and pet the tabby cat. it rubs itself on the boy happily, tail curling in happiness.

why did he look so cute? wait-

the boy senses a presence looking at him and as such, he looks up. you stay frozen in your spot. he stands up and opens your back door.

“had fun staring (name).” ni-ki smirks.

“fuck off.”

“how cute, got you all flustered huh.” he teases.

“very funny. why would you get me flustered, nishimura.” you rolled your eyes.

“well, lee. if a good looking guy like me enters someone’s home and they are alone…why wouldn’t any girl get flustered?”

“that just makes you a pervert.” you bite back. ni-ki scoffs.

“fair enough. anyways, I’m here cause my mom told me to call you and your brother over but seeing as to how he left with his boyfriend…you’re home alone.”

“I can handle being home alone myself. I’m not a baby.”

“you wouldn’t be saying that when you were 13.” you gave the boy a sharp glare.

“I told you to not talk about when we were 13. also, can you stop bringing up the past? the past where you hurt me?”

“when did I ever hurt you?” ni-ki says.

“when we fucking broke up.”

“we were young, we both made mistakes. there is nothing for you to dwell over the past we had.” ni-ki rolls his eyes.

“you’re right. I shouldn’t dwell over it but I can’t stop these feelings.” a tear falls. “get out. you’ve already hurt me enough and you’ve lied to me a lot. there is no point of us seeing each other anymore.”

[flashback, 4 years ago]

both you and ni-ki were young and very much in love. no one knew you two dated, everyone only assumed you two were best friends. not even your family or his. which was weird considering the amount of time you two spent together, guess no one really cared.

he was popular with everyone and you were decently acquainted with everyone. there were tons of sneaky dates at the library and maybe cute little pecks here and there. they were innocent of course. that’s how your love was, an innocent puppy love.

but you wanted something more…serious. you sincerely loved ni-ki. you wanted it to continue in the future years and you even thought about marrying him. you were too in love with him. however, ni-ki just wanted something casual. he was too immature and young to think about getting in a serious relationship.

so he has never admitted he loved you. yeah, he confessed but he hasn’t said ‘I love you’. one day, you had confronted him.

“I love you, ni-ki.” you say.

the boy sits there stunned.

“love? don’t normally people who are in a serious relationship say that?” he questions.

“are we not in a serious relationship?” you asked. the boy laughs.

“why would we be? we are young. I still haven’t grown a beard!”

“so you don’t love me?”

“I like you but that doesn’t mean I realise that I want to truly like you with my full heart.”

“oh.”

“I still have many other girls after me, you don’t have to be the only girl I like. besides, we are also best friends. it’s kinda weird still.” he says.

“let’s break up.” you say not looking up at ni-ki.

“okay.” you looked up at him. how could he so casually say that? “i’ve been meaning to start dating aria from our class anyways. think I should ask her out now?”

no remorse whatsoever. that’s when your hatred grew for him.

“go ahead and fucking date her. I’m not your girlfriend anymore and neither am I your best friend anymore.” you threw the necklace. the necklace signified your friendship of 3 years. it was a matching one with ni-ki’s but since you two were officially not friends anymore you gave it back to him.

“what? we can still be friends (name).”

“not with someone who broke my heart.” you say. you cried on the way home. that night, minho had comforted you despite not knowing what happened.

he vowed to hurt the person who hurt you but up till now…he didn’t know it was ni-ki. the person he trusted the most.

[present time]

ni-ki knows you were crying. he remembers the day you had broken up with him. he was stupid he knows. which was why…he vowed to get you back and never let you go again.

but he can’t. he doesn’t know how to. the only thing he was good at was breaking your heart. he was bad at love and he was also afraid. which was why he couldn’t bring himself to hold you close.

he leaves your home. never to come back even though he really wanted to.

the boy enters his home, his mother eyeing his slumped shoulders.

“what happened? why isn’t (name) with you? she’s supposed to have dinner with us. also where is minho?”

“she’s not going to come. minho hyung is out with his boyfriend.”

“what do you mean she’s not coming. it’s dangerous for her to be alone in the house. go watch over her.”

“mom, she’s turning 17 and she’s pretty much independent. I don’t need to watch her.” ni-ki huffs.

“did you two have a fight? riki, sweetie you need to be less assertive. (name) is a sweet girl, you need to be gentle with her.”

“mom, can I please just get to my room?” Mrs.Nishimura sighs.

“fine, I'll just go over then. dinner is on the dining table, have some before you go playing your video games all night as per usual.” ni-ki hums. his mother going over to your home.

you hear a small knock at your door and went to open it. Mrs.Nishimura pulls you into a hug.

“did ni-ki hurt you again (name)? if so, I’m so sorry for my son’s behaviour. I have no idea why he is like this when the both of you were so close in the past.”

she quickly checks up on your face. it was obvious you had just finished crying, she sighs.

“I am so sorry this happened (name).”

“it’s fine Mrs.Nishimura.”

“no, it’s not. he is my son. you two were friends and out of nowhere you two just stopped being friends. I should have prevented it, I should have seen it coming.”

“it’s not your fault Mrs.Nishimura. it was ours, we-” should you really tell her? both you and Mrs.Nishimura were really close. even back then when you were younger.

“what happened sweetheart?”

“we used to date.” Mrs.Nishimura gasps.

“oh my, what did my son do to you?” she asks.

“we were too young, we didn’t know about love. well, mostly ni-ki. I wanted it to be sort of serious but ni-ki didn’t. he said something along the lines of me not being the only one he might fall in love with and there was no guarantee that he might still like me. I broke up with him and he was okay with it. I-” you start to choke up, “I love him.”

this stunned Mrs.Nishimura. she never thought this would happen. she knew it was hard for you and how much you’ve gone through with the heartbreak. she holds you close as you cried on her shoulder.

“oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I didn’t know you two were once lovers. while I’m happy that you two did date, whatever my son did is not right.” she says to comfort you.

once you’ve calmed down, she caresses your cheek.

“how about you have dinner okay? it will make you feel better and if you’d like, we can chat some more and talk about what happened.”

“thank you, Mrs.Nishimura.”

“oh sweetheart, you can call me aunty. only if you’re comfortable of course.”

“thank you aunty.” she smiles before pointing to the thermal bag.

“go eat sweetie, I need to run back to my house to give my son a big scolding.” she says before she steps away. you held onto her wrist and she turns back to you.

“aunty, can you please not tell him? I don’t want him to find out that you know about our past relationship.”

“of course, sweetheart. in that case, I’ll just grab something for you instead. a sweet treat or something.” she smiles at you before she leaves.

you sighed. at least you didn’t have to lie to Mrs.Nishimura about why you and ni-ki fell out of the close bond.

the next day, you were walking to your class when ni-ki pulls you somewhere secluded. well not so secluded, it was just an empty classroom. the moment he stopped, you pulled your hands away from him, giving him the scariest glare you could do.

“what do you want?”

“my mom.”

did Mrs.Nishimura tell him?

“she knows about us.” ah so she did.

“and what about it? what we had was in the past, why do you care if she knows?”

“because she’s my mom (name). she was never supposed to find out about us.”

“you’ve always wanted to keep us a secret. have you ever thought about telling her or your dad eventually?”

“never.” ni-ki says

“oh wow, how selfish of you. i can't believe you. this is why we broke up. you never thought of being in a serious relationship with me, you never wanted to show me off and you wanted me to be a secret. I never wanted to be your sneaky link.”

“who said you were my sneaky link? (name), I liked you.”

“oh really? remember all those dates we had? hidden, kept away, that’s all i was. then with what you said after we broke up? you wanted to date another girl after I literally just ended the relationship. do you ever have remorse? was I ever someone important to you?”

“of course (name). you have always been the most important to me.”

“cut with the bullshit, riki. If you had ever liked me, you should have stopped me from breaking up with you but you didn’t. you left me to cry for days, get sick and made me hate myself for so long. do you know how hurt i was? i genuinely thought i’d die from crying so much. and why? because i loved you. that’s how much i liked your stupid ass and now i’ve sort of moved on from you, you stop me from getting the happiness i deserve? why are you toying with my feelings?”

by now, tears were already flowing across your cheeks. the silence was deafening and you just wanted to leave, and so you tried to but not without ni-ki pulling on your wrist and pulling you into a hug. you don’t even register he was hugging you until you feel your shoulders getting wet. ni-ki was crying, he let his walls down.

“i’m so fucking sorry.” ni-ki whispers. you tried to push him away but he only holds onto you tighter. “please, don’t leave me.” he whispers again.

you stood there frozen, you let ni-ki cry on your shoulders. you were already late to class so a few more minutes with ni-ki wouldn’t hurt or it possibly could. you feel small pecks on your neck, something ni-ki did in the past while he was cuddling with you. he freezes and lets you go.

“i-i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have overstepped your boundaries. we aren’t dating anymore and you have feelings for someone else now. i should respect that. i should go.” ni-ki leaves the room.

your heart still longed for him no matter if he hurt you multiple times, you wanted him to be selfish for once and realise that he is worthy of you. 

“nishimura riki, you have once again hurt me.” you couldn’t cry anymore even if you wanted to, you just went to class.

after school, you went to the dance studio. heeseung obviously knows you weren’t okay so he stops you from continuing the routine.

“hey, are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine.”

“(name). you know you can always trust me.” you breathed in.

“heeseung oppa, i like you.” heeseung’s eyes widened.

“oh, (name). umm, i’m sorry but i don’t see you like that.” he says trying to let you down in the most gentle way possible. you felt like crying and not because of heeseung but because of ni-ki. a tear slips out and heeseung panics.

“h-hey, i’m sorry. you don’t have to cry.” he wipes the tears falling. you laughed while trying to wipe the falling tears.

“it’s okay, i’m not crying because of the rejection.”

“oh, then what’s wrong?”

“ni-ki.” you say. heeseung tilts his head, you told him what happened. he was a little shocked to find out the reason why you two were enemies in the first place.

“(name), i think you should be upfront with him. tell him how you really feel, how much you still like him. ni-ki hasn’t dated anyone else and we have been wondering why. he never talks about why so we thought something happened, we never thought you were the reason why.”

“you make me sound so evil.”

“(name), you know that’s not what i mean.” heeseung huffs. you giggled.

“i know.” you hear the door crack open and followed by a slap on the arm and complaints. heeseung facepalms.

“boys.” heeseung says. they pile out. “how long have you been standing there for?”

“since (name) confessed to you.” jake says. sunghoon slaps the boy’s arm.

“curse you for being painfully truthful.” sunghoon whines.

jake shrugs, “well, i am not going to just lie about it.”

“we were eavesdropping, that’s equally as bad as lying.” jay says. jake pouts.

“well all of you know why me and ni-ki hate each other. even you minho.” you say. minho walks out from behind sunghoon, awkwardly laughing.

“sorry, (name). anyways, doesn’t that mean the reason why you cried so much when you were thirteen-”

“was because ni-ki and i broke up. yes, that’s why i cried so much.”

“oh my baby sister.” minho goes to hug you and you pushed him away. “I’m so sorry your heart got broken by a pubescent 13 year old boy.” you smacked his arm.

“god why did i have to have you as my brother.” you groaned.

“you love me (name).” minho says.

“yeah, unfortunately.” minho huffs at your words.

“okay so how are we going to get ni-ki to confess to you again.” jake says.

“jake there is no point. that boy is stubborn.” you say.

“you’re right, you should date me instead.” sunghoon says.

“dude, now is not the time to say this!” jay says.

“I was kidding. I mean, i’m park sunghoon. i’m sure, anyone would love to date me.” minho high-fives sunghoon.

“that’s my fav boy.” he says. you scoffed.

“let’s just drop this.” you grabbed your things and left the studio. minho runs after you.

“(name). come on, you have a whole team who are more than prepared to give you that cute high school relationship!”

“minho, i already said to drop it. I really don’t want to go through this whole problem over a boy who doesn’t like me.”

“are you sure he doesn’t like you, (name)?”

at minho’s words, your mind replays what happened earlier in the classroom.

“don’t leave me, please.”

ni-ki cried. he was never one to show his feelings. that was his most vulnerable state that you’ve seen him in. 

“yes, he doesn’t like me.” you say. you weren’t sure yourself.

“you’re denying it. i can see it in your eyes. you know something that we don’t.”

“minho, i just really don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m tired.” you say. minho takes note of the painful tone you had. your voice wavered.

“alright, i’ll stop. you should go home.” you nod at his words and went home. minho sighs and goes back to where the others were.

“hyung, how did it go?”

“nothing much. i think it’s best if we ask ni-ki. the both of them used to date each other, clearly they still like each other.” minho says.

“jungwon, do you know where ni-ki’s class is?”

“of course, follow me.”

however, when they went to find ni-ki he was nowhere to be found. they decided to visit his home. as for you, as you were about to open the door. you could hear mewls coming from inside, you were worried about the cats so you went in. you noticed the cats surrounding ni-ki as he cries.

“why are you here and also you practically broke into my house.”

ni-ki was alarmed, “i’m sorry. i just walked in here aimlessly. my house is also locked and i don’t have the keys.”

“don’t you have classes in afternoon?”

“I didn’t go.”

“oh.”

ni-ki shivers. you went towards and placed a hand on his forehead. you sighed.

“you’re having a fever. come on, how about you go take a warm shower and then lay in the guest bedroom. i’ll grab some medicine from the cabinet.” you went to walk away but ni-ki grabs your wrist.

“don’t leave me, please.” he weakly says.

“I won’t, i’ll be here in the house while you go bathe. i need to grab clothes for you too.” ni-ki nods. he stands up to go to the bathroom. you left him a towel outside the door and clothes on the bed. you shut the bedroom door.

why were you suddenly taking care of ni-ki? he was the one who hurt you constantly and here you were. you shouldn’t be doing this. your heart aches. you decided to make him some warm honey water and grab the medicine from the cabinet. maybe you should make him a little something to eat, you weren’t sure if he even ate lunch. how did he even get sick in the first place?

you decided to make him a sandwich since it was the only easy thing you were able to prepare. you knocked on the door with a tray in your other hand. you heard ni-ki mutter ‘come in’ so you entered. you nearly froze in your steps when you noticed the hoodie he had on. it was the hoodie you had gifted him with while you were dating, it fit just nice since ni-ki had grown quite a lot.

the boy tries to dry his hair with the towel you handed him with. you placed down the tray onto the nightstand before grabbing the towel and helping him dry his hair. it was an unconscious gesture since you used to help ni-ki dry his hair after he finished bathing. he stays quiet. once you were done, you looked down at him. he was looking up at you and you looked away.

“i made something for you to eat before you have your medicine. there’s honey water too in case your throat is soar. I’ll be in my room-”

“stay, please.” he voices out.

“I have to study.”

“then study here. i need you, please.”

your heart races. you sighed.

“fine, i’ll grab my things and study here.” ni-ki nods and you go to grab your study materials and notes. you came back and placed your materials on the ground.

“you can do the work on the bed.”

“with you on the bed? i’m not your friend, nishimura.”

“i’m sick and you are technically responsible for me.”

“i am not responsible for you-”

“you saw me and helped me. this means you are responsible for me.”

“what are you? five?”

“you used to care for me when we were dating.”

“please stop bringing up the past.”

“the past that i miss.” ni-ki says. You froze.

“don’t lie to me. you never missed me. you only wanted to fool around.”

“I regret saying that.”

“well too bad, nishimura. we broke up. that’s it, that was the end of us.”

“it doesn’t have to end, (name).”

“if i gave you another chance, you’d just throw it away again.”

“i wouldn’t.”

“ni-ki.” you say.

“(name), i really really love you.”

what was this sick joke he was playing.

“i used to look forward to hearing you say that but now it just seems like a joke to me. you don’t have to put pity on me. i know i was desperate back when we were young. i just really liked you so much.”

“i am not joking with you, (name).”

“prove it then. if you love me so much.”

“I’m sick, (name).”

“well, that sucks then-” ni-ki leans in and kisses you. your eyes widened, you could feel his lips moving against yours. this was really passionate but soft. ni-ki has never kissed you like this before. your eyes flutter shut and you kissed him back.

ni-ki sighs into the kiss, his hands reaches up to your cheek to hold it. he tilts his head to slightly deepen the kiss. one that shows how much he treasured you and how sorry he felt for hurting you. you pulled away.

“i love you.” he says it once again.

“ni-ki, we can’t make this official.”

“i know. i’ve hurt you a bunch of times. we’ll take it slow.” you nod.

“i need to trust you first. i can’t bring myself to just forgive you.”

“alright. can i at least hold you?”

you nod before climbing into the bed. he wraps his arms around your waist. the both of you laid down on the bed. it was a little awkward but ni-ki still felt at ease knowing he was able to hold you.

A year later, you were in your bedroom playing games with ni-ki. he attempts to sabotage you in mario kart.

“yah, ni-ki!”

“too bad, babe!” he sticks out his tongue.

“hey! you guys started the game without us!” jake huffs. both you and ni-ki smirked at each other.

“we started first because i wanted to play a round with my girlfriend.”

“urgh, i am not over this. it’s been 5 months since you two started dating and you’re already pulling the ‘couple’ card.” jay says.

“oh, it’s been 5 months?” you say.

“5 months with my beautiful girl.” ni-ki squeezes you and pecks your cheek.

jungwon gags at the sight, “I liked it better when they fought.” 

“i have to agree with that.” minho says.

“young love.” heeseung shrugs.

“let’s back out of the game so they can play, ni-ki.” you pat his arm.

“okay.”

“IM PLAYING AS PRINCESS PEACH!” sunoo yells.

in the end, you got your happy ending.

with the same boy who hurt you.

nishimura riki.

[prmafrost]

"Unrelated of course, Jeez! Get your mind out of the gutter."

☠🌏– SPITS IT OUT

[petals42]

rest

I guess I write sambucky now?? short fic, set post-season 1 (though written before ep 6 airs), established relationship

It’s five months after New York, almost three months after they started being… them when Sam walks into his bedroom to see Bucky sitting on his bed, shirtless. And armless. It’s sitting on the bedside table next to him. He’s tense and almost glaring at it. 

“Is something wrong?” Sam says, stepping into the room fully and closing the door. “Is it broken?” Instinctively, he looks around. The last time he had seen Bucky without the arm, it was because the Dora Milaje had disabled it somehow and Sam has no doubt that they could get into this house if they wanted to. They could get into any house if they wanted to.

“No,” Bucky says. “No, it’s just-- it’s heavy, you know? I thought it might be nice to-” he waves at it, lying there, inert on the table. “If that’s okay with you.” He is not looking quite at Sam, but just off to the side like he’s waiting for an order. 

“Oh,” Sam says, surprised. He’d never thought about it like that. He figured with all the fancy technology and Bucky’s super strength... “Well--” 

“I can put it back on,” Bucky interrupts, reaching for it as if Sam’s fraction of hesitation was the answer he expected. “I know I look weird without--” 

“Hey, no, wait,” Sam says and he’s grateful for his training that he’s fast enough he can reach out and grab Bucky’s wrist before Bucky gets a chance to grab the arm. He squats down so they are eye-level. “Wait, that’s not what I was going to say.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, just clenches his jaw as if bracing for bad news. Sam slides his hand up Bucky’s arm to press his hand to Bucky’s cheeks as if he can massage the tension away. 

“You do not look weird without the arm,” Sam says. “You look--” he hesitates. They don’t say words like beautiful or gorgeous in their relationship; it’s still mostly playful banter and laughter and Bucky-Bucky doesn’t like words like that. Sam doesn’t like to think about why Bucky doesn’t like words like that. “You look like yourself, man.” He knows he got it right when he feels Bucky relax under him. 

“Yeah?” Bucky says and he goes for casual but Sam can hear the relief in it. “You sure?”

“Same ugly mug I’ve been stuck with for months,” Sam says, leaning forward to peck Bucky’s forehead before rising to take off his own shirt and pants. From the corner of his eye, he watches Bucky stretch his arm over his head and roll his shoulders back and Sam can admit to himself that his eyes do catch on the lack a few times, the part where Bucky’s shoulder seems to abruptly end instead of shifting into the cool black of metal but he still looks like Bucky. And he does look relaxed, Sam realizes. He hadn’t thought about how much the arm would weigh or what strain that would put on Bucky’s chest or back, but the shield is heavy, he knows. Throwing it around all day is exhausting. He can’t imagine being literally attached to it all day. 

He has to laugh as he finishes brushing his teeth and gets into bed with Bucky still stretching and flexing, twisting around the bed like a contented cat. 

“Dude, you want a back massage or something?” 

“Mm, does it come with a happy ending?” Bucky says, rolling over to smirk at him.

“See, I try to be nice and your mind goes straight to the gutter,” Sam grumbles, like that’s not one of his favorite things about Bucky, the fact that the man is funny and witty and dirty and-- and still basically purring as he stretches again. Honestly, it’s almost enough to make Sam say yes to both ideas. “Jeez, Buck, when’s the last time you took that thing off?” Sam doesn’t remember seeing it off, really, and that’s weird now that he knows Bucky clearly enjoys it so much.

“Mm… it came off for a second in-”

“I know that one,” Sam says. “That doesn’t count. I mean, like this, like really took it off?”

Next to him, Bucky stops stretching. “I don’t know,” he mumbles. “I had it off a lot in Wakanda.”

“Wakanda?” Sam says. “Bucky, that was years ago.” A lot of years if you count the time they were blipped. 

“Yeah, well,” Bucky lifts one shoulder in a rough approximation of a shrug. “It’s… you know, it’s not safe, really. To have it off. If someone were to attack or--” He closes his eyes and stops himself and Sam knows he’s taking a breath and counting to five. Knows cause sometimes he has to do that too. “I figured, here, with you, it’s probably okay to-- we’re probably okay.”

“Um, excuse me,” Sam says, laughing and shoving at Bucky’s shoulder. “Probably? Man, your boyfriend is Captain America, in case you forgot. I am basically a super solider. I am faster than any human alive-- who hasn’t been superserumed, which is cheating by the way. Ain’t nobody gonna mess with this specimen of strength. This bastion of non-toxic masculinity. This--

“Oh my god,” Bucky says, punching him in the stomach. “Shut up.”

“I’m Captain America! I got you!” Sam says, still laughing. “I will protect you like you are the 51st state! Like you are a bald eagle! Like--”

“I’m going to kill you myself if you don’t shut up,” Bucky says. “With only one arm if I have to.”

“Psh, you couldn’t take me with both arms, old man,” Sam says but he settles back and Bucky rolls into his side, draping his arm across Sam’s waist and they are both warm and happy and Bucky feels safe and Sam feels the same way.

[twotales]

WIP ask game! Coulomb's Law and Good Boy <3

Thanks for the ask for the WIP title game <3

Coulomb's Law

(I forgot I renamed it Oxygen 😅)

Radek/Rodney

Excerpt:

Rodney always felt like he was drowning in a sea of misunderstanding. Constantly having to stop his work and answer a barrage of questions, to explain why, to simplify something extraordinarily complicated.

Until Radek.

Radek didn't require explanations, there was no need to take him by the hand and walk him through. He just got it, sometimes before Rodney even said it.

And for the first time, Rodney felt like he could breathe.

 -

Good Boy

Radek/Rodney

In a nutshell: Rodney's submissive tendencies awaken. (Which I have written about before 😂 but this is different. )

Excerpt: (for context Radek is in a chair and Rodney is kneeling... Hey! Get your mind out of the gutter, it's because of a crisis they just averted, jeeze.)

Radek tilted his head and licked his lips, his hand landing on the back of Rodney's neck. The steady pressure had Rodney breathing better. 

"Rodney."

Rodney looked up in confusion, unsure of what was going on with him. His breath hitched as Radek smoothed his hand through Rodney's hair. 

"Your equations were perfect."

Perfect? Rodney's heart slammed, his lips parting as he looked up at Radek's reassuring face. 

"I thought those modifications would take longer." Rodney nodded slowly as he started breathing through his nose.

Radek analyzed him, hand sliding over to the side of his face. Radek hummed as Rodney pushed his head into his palm.

Radek led him closer, Rodney's hands shaking as his cheek pressed against Radek's thigh. His eyes darted around anxiously before locking with Radek's. He sucked in a breath at the glint in Radek's eyes. Oh god. He already knew what Radek was going to say. 

Radek smiled wide, his dimple popping out, "Good boy."

(The above excerpt was written in the gutter.)

[moonculus]

all or nothing - dream x reader

angst

warnings: mentions of death, weapons

pronouns used: they/them

.+*but if you loved me, why’d you leave me?*+.

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I.

enough was enough. no more screwing around. you had made up your mind. you were going to kill dream.

your final straw was tommy’s death. you should’ve snapped before, you should’ve done something. he was a menace. alas, something always tugged at you. something always held you back. tommy was alive, and your friend had similar plans. but, tommy was a boy. a child. you knew he was going to let his feelings get in the way- something was going to go wrong. you could feel it. so, when tommy told you his plan to kill dream and asked for your assistance, you couldn’t bear to watch him go through with it.

“so, are you in?”

you sucked in a breath. on one hand, dream took practically everything from tommy. he had a right to be the one to take his last canon life. on the other hand, you knew how the kid could get. he would lose all of his reasoning the second he saw the mask. you cared for tommy, but you couldn’t stand by and let him do this.

“no.”

“no? y/n, please!”

“no. you’re going to get caught, and god knows what will happen next. this isn’t a game, tommy. you’re not taking this seriously.”

“i am! he killed me!”

“i know, and i simply cannot let him do it again.”

“i’ll be safe.”

“you’re not going.”

“try and stop me.”

you stuck out your concealed sword in front of the boy, pausing him in his tracks as he turned to leave. he knew of your mercenary background, as well as your extensive combat training. he needed you to finish this, once and for all. you sighed, knowing it was better if you went along with him than he went alone.

“tomorrow. you’ll bring ghostbur here, although he is not my first choice in distractions. i can only ensure your safety, tommy.”

“i understand. we’ll be here.”

you watched as the teen fled the forest. what had you gotten yourself into? too many things could go wrong- too many holes in the plan. you knew better. you would never go into a dangerous situation like this without thinking of every possible outcome. especially when other lives were in your hands. what exactly had you agreed to?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

you had spent all day preparing weapons and potions for your trip. countless invisibility and fire resistance stacked against your walls. your fingers grazed the handle of your sword, unwanted memories flooding back.

“oh come on, now. you can do better than that. here, position your hips like this.”

a familiar pair of hands rested on your waist tentatively as you gripped your weapon, a blush creeping up your neck.

“classy, clay.”

“what do you mean? i’m just training you, get your head out of the gutter.”

you could practically hear the smirk on his face, despite him standing behind you. cocky bastard.

“and swing like this..”

his right hand came to your dominate hand, showing you where to swing to get the most power. you smiled slightly as he stepped in front of you, keeping contact with your forearms. his eyes kept wandering from your lips to your eyes and back. the air felt thicker, and for a second you thought it could be something. but dream being dream, he pulled away with a cough.

“you did well today, i’ll see you next week?”

“next week is... fine.”

“cool, cool. hey- do you, i mean- just... be safe.”

you smiled at the man’s blush. you didn’t have to say it for it to be real, you both cared for each other. you had since you were children. he wasn’t always like this.

you hadn’t taken note of the time in so long; you heard the faint knock of your dread outside your door. you gathered your defenses, wiped your face of stray nostalgic tears, and allowed the two inside.

ghostbur was silent, a curt nod and a shakey smile were all he could spare you. you didn’t mind all that much, everyone knew the possibilities. although, these two were a little more optimistic than yourself.

“tubbo and ranboo are coming as well, they’ll meet us at the prison.”

“jeez, kid. you’re really trying to let everyone on the server know our plan, huh?”

“they wouldn’t tell a soul, i swear.”

“then let’s get going. we don’t have all night. let me ask you once more, are you sure about this, tommy?”

without hesitation, they boy answered. “i have to do this.”

you nod and motion for the duo to follow you. on the way out, you squeeze ghostbur’s arm as a form of reassurance. you’d do all you could to keep him safe as well. he smiled at you, following you out the door.

when you reached the prison entrance, two figures came into view. a tall enderman halfbreed, uncomfortably shifting in his spot, and his shorter companion, small horns sprouting on his head.

they nodded to you as you reached the portal.

“cheers,” tommy shrugged, downing the invisibility potion.

“all or nothing.”

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