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R U MINE? feat gojo satoru (II)
gojo satoru has got to be the picture definition of a stereotypical college frat boy. he’s cocky, loaded with his daddy’s money, and dangerously handsome. it seems like common sense to stay away from him since you’ll never get more than a one-night stand out of it.
that’s why you choose to turn a blind eye once you’ve come to the horrific realization: you’re in love with him. and you’re just itching to ask…
“are you mine tomorrow? or just mine tonight?”
IMPORTANT: this is part TWO (and the final part) of the r u mine? mini series. make sure to read part one of this fic before proceeding! :)
content: 5.4k words, afab!reader, rich college frat boy gojo, SMUT (fingering & unprotected sex.. wrap it before u tap it kids!) ANGST, (i listened to deftones while writing the breakup era LMAOO i was in my feels 😔) gojo "everything reminds me of her" satoru is really going thru it, idk how to feel about the ending tbh, cheating implications, kinda proofread ig, more emo gojo (u luv to see it)
author's note: guys. where do i even start?? first of all, thank u for all the support on the first part of this mini series!! we also hit 100 followers on this blog so tysm for supporting me n my writing <3 here's the long awaited part two (n also the finale) as i promised that i would get it out over the weekend! just a quick announcement that i may be a little bit more inactive from here on out.. mainly because classes r starting again nd im starting to get busier. i do have more fic plans though, (and a geto smut in my drafts? 👀) so i'll make time to write when i can! happy reading and thank u for all the support on this silly little series :)
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everything’s been hazy.
you don’t really remember how you got home– you either waved down a cab or walked until you somehow found your house. either way, the alcohol is worsening the pounding in your ears. the straps of your dress are clinging terribly against your skin–you want to take it off, you want to wear something more comfortable, you want to just go to sleep, preferably forever… but you can’t bring yourself to.
you can’t even bring yourself to move.
so the rumors really were true? but why did gojo pursue so far just for you? why did gojo say those words to you when you spent the night together? why did gojo try so hard to convince you that night that he wanted to have sex with you because he loved you–and not solely because he wanted to have sex?
why did gojo lie to you?
another series of pings sound throughout the room, and you finally move to silence your phone. the noise is all so overwhelming. why the hell is your phone blowing up?
you check your notifications–mostly dms from people you don’t know, either asking if you and satoru were dating, or questioning you about what the hell happened at the party. you know that you’re gonna be the subject of gossip once you’re back at campus, and you hate it.
you were surprised at the numbers once you scrolled down your notification list a little further. ten missed calls from satoru, accompanied by a series of fifteen panicked messages. you open it, and you stare sadly at his contact photo and name, remembering the fond memory behind it. once you two actually started dating, you were merciful enough to add a heart next to his name, and even updated it to “toru”. he was elated at that.
you think you can barely even call him gojo now.
the most recent message was barely sent a minute ago. like it was on cue, you see the bright headlights pull up outside of your door. you wanted to sink into your couch and never resurface ever again.
you hear suguru’s car door open and close, and then frantic knocking outside. you walk to the door while sniffling, looking through the peephole just to confirm your suspicions. it was satoru.
“i can hear you crying through the door, y/n. i know you’re there.” he takes a deep inhale, and the tears start rolling down your cheeks again once you hear the complete and utter vulnerability in his voice. you just don’t know what to believe anymore. “shit, i’m crying too. well, i’m gonna explain myself even if you don’t care enough to listen to me. uhm, believe it or not, what happened at the party wasn’t my doing… at all. when you went to use the bathroom, this girl went up to me and started flirting with me, like she was waiting for you to leave or somethin’. i was g’na tell her to go fuck off but she pushed herself on my lap and before i could do anything about it you walked in and it was just all horrible timing and- god. i know it sounds unbelievable, right? you must think i’m terrible right now.”
“you don’t have to believe me. if i were in your shoes i wouldn’t know what to think either. i’m just… explaining what happened.”
there’s a long period of silence between you and satoru, aside from the occasional sniffling on both ends. you don’t know what to say. you want to believe him. you want to do nothing more than to open the door and let him hold you in his arms again, but you just don’t know what to think anymore. you poured your entire heart out to a man who you knew you shouldn’t be messing with, and now you don’t know who or what to believe. you feel like a fool, and you’re just tired. so damn tired. the silence feels asphyxiating, like it's tearing your relationship with satoru further and further apart the longer it draws on.
satoru is the first one to break the silence. “i’m guessing from the silent treatment that you don’t believe me. it’s okay, y/n. i’ll wait an eternity for you to forgive me because i’ll always choose you- fuck… over anything, and i hope you know that.”
your mind is a mess, and satoru’s words make it even messier.
i’ll wait an eternity for you
i’ll always choose you over anything
you put your head in your hands and sob. it hurts.
a minute passes–gojo hears you get up from where you’re sitting behind the door, and his heart fills with hope.
“i just… i just don’t know how to believe you, gojo.”
his heart breaks when he hears the door–presumably to your bedroom–open and close, leaving him alone with his shattered heart. his heart breaks when he takes in your voice, noticing how weak and exhausted you sounded. he wonders how much you’ve cried just from this past hour alone. his heart breaks once he realizes that he’s alone with his thoughts again, alone with the voice in his head that was berating him for not being able to prevent all of this if he hadn’t frozen up and just pushed her away the second that girl started flirting with him. finally, his heart breaks once it registers that you called him gojo–the last name that he shares with his corrupt and money-crazy family… the family he tries so hard to get away from. it was also the name you called him during the days that you barely trusted him.
now, he’s back to square one, and he has none of your trust again. this time, satoru swears that he’ll do anything in his power to get it back once more.
you didn’t come to school today.
there’s been nothing but radio silence on your end. gojo has sent you countless messages over the weekend asking how you’ve been, with the occasional desperate voicemail where he tells you that he loves and misses you. you’ve turned off your read receipts, so gojo doesn’t even know if you’ve seen his texts or listened to his voicemails. he’s concerned for you, even though he knows that he’s the reason behind all of this. he was hoping to talk things out with you today.. but you weren’t even here.
one thing gojo knew about you is that you cared deeply about your academics, and you wouldn’t miss attendance even if you were sick. it pains him to know that he was the reason that you weren’t here today. you were avoiding him, and he felt helpless.
he’s talked to geto—and the best advice that his best friend could offer was to “find proof that you didn’t cheat on her.” he’s right, though. the last thing you had said to gojo was that you don’t know how to believe if he’s telling the truth or not. gojo has absolutely no idea how to prove his fidelity to you, since words clearly weren’t enough. it frustrates him to no end.
gojo now knows that he feels absolutely lost. all when he’s not with you.
it feels nerve-wracking to walk the halls.
he remembers telling you the night that you slept together that he’d learned over time to drown out the rumors about him. he learned not to care about what other people thought about him, and he eventually became unaffected by the school’s gossip.
however, this time was different.
this time, he finds it difficult to drown out the rumors when he hears your name in them. he flinches every time someone whispers your name and his as he walks the halls, feeling that all eyes are on him. “i heard y/n and gojo broke up…” “they were dating?!” “yeah.. i didn’t believe it at first, either! apparently he…”
he doesn’t want to hear it, so he walks a little faster. it hasn’t felt this suffocating to be on campus in a while.
maybe that’s partially why you didn’t show up. rumors are hard to ignore if you don’t know how to shun them out.
gojo lets out a sigh. he decides that he’s going to ditch the rest of class. you weren’t here, he couldn’t talk to you, and he felt he was gonna go mad if he heard your name spoken by someone again, so he turns to leave, but flinches as he feels a hand lightly tap his shoulder.
“gojo-san?”
he turns around, with a girl that he’s never seen before standing in front of him… not that he pays attention to them in the first place, though. he raises his eyebrow in question, and the girl looks so nervous she might pass out. “i have to tell you something-“
“if it’s a love confession or whatever, i don’t want to hear it-“
“-no!” she flushes a deep shade of red, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes. she coughs awkwardly at his expression. “um, no.. it’s not that. please, just give me two minutes in the library. i have something to tell you.”
he decides to entertain this girl for a bit. he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t curious about what she had to talk to him for. gojo sighs and says, “two minutes. that’s all you’re getting.”
“this is about the party last friday, no?” he says while taking a seat near one of the tables. he feels sick just being here. he’d never gone to the library before meeting you–as he had no reason to go here at all. then, he started accompanying you everywhere as he tried to win your heart. “study dates” were frequent here, and he even remembers forcefully changing his contact name and number on your phone during one of your dates.
gosh, everything literally reminds him of you. he can barely live like this.
she takes a seat across from him, and she shamefully nods at his words. “i went to the party on friday, and i just want to say i’m sorry-”
gojo gets up to leave. he can’t do this. he doesn’t need anyone’s pity. pity can’t change the fact that you still won’t talk to him. she panics as gojo is about to walk away. “wait!”
the librarian tells her to quiet down, and she mutters an apology. still, she persists. “please, just wait for two minutes… i need two minutes to explain myself. you promised you’d give me that.”
she stares at gojo, who hasn’t left yet, and takes that as her opportunity to speak. “i was a friend of… her,” he doesn’t need an explanation to know who she was talking about. “the reason why she came up to you was because of a dare i told her to do. she’s had a crush on you for a while now, so of course she was willing to flirt with you.”
“um, that was the dare, by the way. my friend told me to record it, because we were all drunk, and we thought it would be funny. just another memory to laugh at in the future, right? we didn’t know you were dating the girl you were with at the party. sorry but, we assumed she was just a fling… or something… we didn’t know she was your girlfriend.”
“yeah, i was dating the girl at the party.” gojo scoffs, and he feels his anger bubbling up again. “then your friend had to do that stupid dare, and she won’t fuckin’ talk to me now.”
“i’m sorry-”
“i don’t need your apologies. is that why you came up to me? to apologize so you don’t feel guilty about what happened anymore?” gojo sneers. he was right, though. guilt is ridden all over her face, and she can’t even meet his eyes. he’s about to leave, thinking that this entire conversation was useless, but gojo thinks back on what she said earlier.
“...my friend told me to record it…”
he turns back to look at her, which surprises her, to say the least. “hey, you said you recorded the dare, right?”
“uhm, yes.”
“so you still have the video?”
“it should be in my camera roll somewhere-”
“if you came here to apologize to me, then you should send me that video.” she looked a little horrified at his words, and gojo could almost laugh. “what? i’m not gonna do anything bad with it, god.”
she thinks about what gojo’s intentions could be with that video, and her eyes light up in recognition as she connects the dots from what he said beforehand. i was dating the girl at the party… then your friend had to do that stupid dare… and she won’t fuckin’ talk to me now.
she nods in understanding. this is the least she could do for him. she pulls out her phone, looking for the video, and says, “i hope you two make up soon, gojo-san.”
gojo satoru walks- no, runs out of that library with determination. determination as he finally has the video evidence of what happened at the party–his saving grace so he could finally get you to forgive him.
you miss him.
you miss him like hell, actually, and you blink at the messages he just sent you in complete disbelief.
you didn’t show up to class today because you were afraid. you were afraid to see satoru again, yes, but you were also afraid of what everyone else would say about you. the party was one thing, but the after-effects and the rumors were something completely different. you didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with that, unlike satoru, so you stayed home. all because you were afraid of what would happen on campus.
you just wish things would go back to how they were before… all of this happened. you didn’t want to admit it, but you’ve read all of satoru’s messages, and you’ve listened to all of his voicemails. you’ve cried to them. and it hurts because you’re still torn apart in the midst of your own feelings. and now, satoru wants to talk to you, because he’s been wanting to do nothing but fix everything between the two of you.
the doorbell rings, and you almost jump out of your skin.
you didn’t even know if you would open the door or not. despite that, you felt your body moving on its own, like you were relying on your own instincts. you washed your face to get rid of the dried tears on your cheeks, brushed the tangles out of your hair, and dressed into something more presentable. the next thing you know, you’re leaning against the wall next to the front entrance. your shadow is visible underneath the door, so satoru knows that you’re here.
“hi, y/n..” he sounded so nervous that you almost laughed, but you felt equally as terrified as him. “i have something to show you… uh, on my phone. if you don’t want to see me, it’s fine, i’ll just send it to you, but i’d really prefer if you open the door and we’ll talk about this inside-”
your hand is already reaching the door knob before you can even think about it. it’s such an impulse decision that you look at him in surprise once you open the door. it’s the first time you’ve seen him ever since you were at the party. it’s only been three days, but you can’t help but notice how his eyebags are more prominent, his eyes are a little redder, and he looks nothing short of exhausted.
“hey,” he manages to breathe out, his eyes meeting yours. “can i come in? please?”
you nod, too stunned to say anything, and he exhales in relief as he walks in. the two of you sit on the couch, and gojo notices how you’re keeping your distance from him. it breaks his heart a little.
he looks for the video on his phone and gets ready to show it to you. this is it. his last ditch effort for your forgiveness. he’s really fuckin’ hoping that this works. “i got this video from a girl who came to the party. it’s a recording of, um, what happened.”
he hands the phone over to you, and you take it skeptically, still choosing to keep silent. you press play, and you watch the recording. a shaky hand holds the camera, and the person behind it says, “holy shit, she’s actually doing it!” they're presumably talking to their friend, and the camera focuses on a girl walking over to gojo. your heart is pounding, eyes widening in recognition as you stare at her... the one who caused all of this in the first place.
the all too familiar girl comes up to him, saying something out of earshot. when gojo looks at her, completely uninterested, she pulls that move. the scene you saw at the party before you ran out. tears fill your eyes again, and you almost want to stop the video, but your interest is piqued at the next part.
..this… this part was something that you didn’t see. gojo angrily reacts at the girl’s move, with her falling on the floor as she looks at him, stunned at how furious he looks. the person behind the camera gasps, continuing to record out of shock as a crowd of people turn to stare at the two. geto eventually comes into the frame and takes gojo away from all the chaos. the video ends there, and you grip gojo’s phone shakily.
holy shit.
tears roll down your face, but this time, they’re tears of relief. you waste no time in hugging satoru, crying your heart out as you bury your face in his neck. you’re happy. you’re so fucking happy, and so relieved knowing that he didn’t lie to you. of course he didn’t.
“m’sorry-” you sniffle into his shoulder. gojo is so shocked at what was happening that it takes him a second to hug you back, but when he does, he starts crying. “m’so fucking sorry i didn’t believe you-”
“shh, it’s okay, it’s okay…” he says, and you only hug him tighter. “m’so tired, you know that? these past three days fucking sucked. i’m just so glad you’re in my arms again, fuck-”
“-i love you, i love you, i love you so fucking much, toru.” you repeat, laughing as you kiss him all over his face. it’s been a while since you said that to someone. you wipe his never-ending tears away, still in disbelief, and whisper, “you’re real. right? you’re actually here with me right now ‘nd i’m not dreaming, right?
“i’m very much real, baby.” he says, putting his forehead against yours as you take in his features again. “god, i missed that pretty face so much.”
he finally closes the gap between you two, pulling you into a much needed kiss. it’s a kiss filled with so many emotions–desperation, happiness, relief. satoru thinks his heart is finally whole again. he’s missed you. he’s missed you so fucking much, and you’ve missed him too.
you’re like an anchor to satoru. the light of his life that keeps him grounded. and god, he’s been apart from you for too long.
you reposition yourself as you’re deepening the kiss. you’re on his lap now, and you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging on his hair in desperation. “oh yeah? ‘y gonna do anything about it?"
“of course i am,” he says, hands roaming underneath your shirt as he caresses your bare waist. fuck. he needs you. right now. especially after thinking that he was about to lose you forever–for something that he didn’t even do. “i’m gonna show you just how much i missed you, baby.”
gojo can’t let you go.
you’re in your bedroom, and both of you waste no time undressing each other. he takes you in–all of you, in awe of every crevice of your body as he trails his hands further down your waist.
god, you’re so beautiful. “i can’t believe i almost lost you.”
his words are shaky, like he’s still uncertain that you’re real and you’re in his arms again. he can’t seem to break himself away from you, almost like you’ll disappear if he lets you go. “but i’m here now, toru.”
“i’m here to stay, and i’ll never let you go again… ‘m yours,” you whisper, and your words set a fire in him, fueling his body with nothing but desperation. desperation to have you right here, and right now.
he wastes no time in plunging two of his fingers in your cunt, and he groans at just how wet you are. “satoru-”
“fuck, you’re so wet… and it’s all for me,” he mutters, spreading your legs effortlessly when you try to close them, thighs shaking in pure pleasure. he adds another finger, and you already feel stretched to the brim, and you haven’t even taken him in yet. the thought of his cock inside of you makes you even wetter than you already are, and you look up at satoru with eyes full of lust and desire. “missed you so much, baby. missed you and your pretty little cunny,”
his fingers are long, and you whine at how full you feel right now. you’re so loud, and you don’t even care. right now, it’s just you and satoru finally feeling each other again. it’s only been three days, but it feels like you’ve been apart for years.
everything about this was filthy. from your erotic moans and the way your cunt squelched against his fingers… not to mention the vice grip you had on them- fuck, satoru thinks he can cum untouched just from watching you like this.
“haa-” you whimper when his fingers curl and hit that spot in your cunt that you can barely seem to reach on your own. it’s exhilarating, and only fuels the growing heat in your stomach. “toru- don’t stop- please, i’m close-”
“really?” he taunts, and it feels so fucking good–your head is numb, and the only thoughts filling your head are thoughts of satoru. the pleasure is too much, and you try to get away from him, but he keeps you in place, curling his fingers faster as punishment. “don’t run away from me, baby… be a good girl and just take it, yeah?”
“toru- fuck- i’m gonna cum, please-” you’re on the brink of release, but suddenly, he stops, ruining your orgasm. “no- wait-”
he pulls his fingers out, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. you were so close–why did he take that away from you? you try and swat at his hands, but he just takes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, locking his eyes with yours with a sly smile. “you taste so sweet, i can’t help it,”
“aww, is my baby mad ‘cause she didn’t get to cum?” he coos sarcastically, caging you in between his arms as he tilts your face up with his finger. “too bad… the only thing you’re cumming on tonight is on my cock.”
and with that, he eases his painfully hard member into your walls. your insides hugged him perfectly–it was like you were made just for him. you gasp once he’s fully sheathed himself inside of you. his fingers were already a lot to take in, but his cock was something completely different. he moans your name, barely keeping his cool. “fuck- you’re squeezing me so tight,”
“missed everything about you, baby. i need to hold you, please,” he pleads desperately, clasping your small hands against his. the size difference alone between the two of you almost makes him cum, but he holds himself back, choosing to bask in this intimate moment. he’s missed every part about this. “you ready f’me?-”
“-just fuck me, satoru, please-” he doesn’t need another confirmation from you.
he can’t bring himself to hold back. next thing you know, he’s fucking you into the mattress, and you feel the headboard shake at how fast satoru is going. fuck–you feel every part of him, every part of his cock as it slams against your tight hole. he’s so big, you feel yourself gasping for breath, and you moan out loud as you notice the prominent bulge forming in your stomach. it’s him, it’s all him, and it’s driving you mad.
satoru follows your eyes in the midst of all of this, and he watches everything in fascination. he decides to be a little mean, and presses his free hand against your stomach–it feels so good, you could almost scream at the pleasure. “you feel that, baby? that’s all me inside of you, hmm?”
“please-” the onset of pleasure feels so overwhelming, and tears fill your eyes. you feel an oncoming orgasm coming, and you know your release will hit you like a tidal wave. your heart is pounding, but satoru only grips your hand tighter and fucks you even harder. “oh, fuck!”
“m close, baby. are you g’na cum too?” he manages to say between pants, and you somehow nod, mind hazy and your release only coming closer. you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “cum inside of me, toru- please- i need to feel you-”
gojo groans at your words, and you both cum together. you ride out your high, screaming as you spasm around his cock, the pleasure overfilling your senses until you’re trembling from it. he fills you up, staying inside of you as the two of you catch your breath. everything’s hazy, and you’re barely aware of your surroundings… it takes you a few minutes to recover.
“angel, are you with me?”
“yeah, fuck, just… give me a second.” you say, and gojo thinks that he would gladly give you all the time in the world if you needed it. he pulls out of you with a hiss, and his warm seed drips out of your cunny. it makes his cock twitch, but he knows that you’re probably not considering a round two right now.
when you come to your senses, you notice satoru–who put his clothes back on already, wiping your legs down with a rag. his touch is so soft, like he’s afraid to break you, unlike how he handled you just a moment ago. you look down and notice the bruises starting to form on your legs and waist. satoru looks guilty as he stares. “i didn’t go too rough with you, did i?”
“not at all,” you reassure him, and you see him soften up a little. “it felt really good, actually… thank you, toru.”
“s nothing. you know my girl only gets the best,” he teases, and you laugh. “i’m gonna go get you some new clothes and some water… i’ll be back, okay?”
you nod, closing your eyes again as satoru leaves the room. he’s back in two minutes, and he’s gently changing you into new clothes that he found in your drawer. you’re so tired that you can hardly move, so you let satoru do all the work. he caresses all of your bruises, apologizing again even if you already said that it was okay. he’s so gentle, a swift juxtaposition to what just happened beforehand, and so soft with you. once you’re clothed again, he brings a glass of water against your lips, and you greedily gulp it down as he keeps a hand on your back. he places it on the nightstand once you’re finished, and you grab his wrist after, tugging him back to the bed. “lay with me for a bit, toru.”
satoru doesn’t hesitate, laying down next to you on the bed and placing your head against his chest. your breathing is back to normal, and you feel his heart thumping against your ear. you wrap your arms around him, and satoru thinks that this moment is so domestic that he can’t help but daydream. he looks at your face, memorizing every feature about you with a lovesick look in his eyes. you’re so beautiful, so perfect, and he’s just so fucking glad that he didn’t lose you.
satoru thinks he could wake up to this everyday.
“you’re starin.” you say with an amused look on your face. gojo doesn’t even try to play it off. “what’s on your mind?”
“nothing. i just… love you so much, y/n.” he says, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. satoru would trade anything if it meant that this moment wouldn’t end. “m so glad you chose me.”
“i think it’s the other way around,” you tease. “you chose me. ever since you saw me at the party, you’ve done nothing but try to win my heart.”
“how could i not? there was just something different about you compared to everyone else.” he reminisces about that night at the party, and how far he’s come with his relationship with you. he remembers that night like it just happened yesterday.
you sigh, almost like you were thinking about that night too. you pull him into a kiss, finally finding the courage within you to say a proper “i love you.” to the man who meant the world to you.
“i love you too, angel.” he says, and you snuggle into him tighter. “you know i’ll always choose you…”
“..from this life and into the next. i’m so glad you gave me a chance, y/n. i’ll forever be grateful to now be called your husband. i’m the luckiest man ever knowing that you let me into your life, and i’m the one who gets to read these vows to marry you. i cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. i love you so much, y/n gojo.” he’s crying. gojo satoru is crying, and he’s hardly ever cried before. though, that changed after he met you.
the last time he cried was during pre-k, and now he’s done it time and time again… all because of you. he cried once during your first argument with him, another during the night he thought he’d lost you forever, and then another when he finally had you in his arms again once he proved his innocence… and now, during his wedding, when he finally gets to call you his wife.
and when you share your kiss at the end of the ceremony to symbolize your togetherness, you hear all your friends cheering. mainly shoko, utahime, and geto. if you showed this very scene to shoko during your university years, she’d call you crazy, saying this would never happen. gojo satoru was once a man who’d never willingly committed in a relationship before, but you came into his life and you changed everything about him. it was like magic.
you pull away from the kiss, wiping his tears away and whispering against his lips, drowning out the crowd, “thank you.”
for memorizing all my favorite foods so you could buy them for me. for walking me to class every day. for making me fall in love with you that one day at the park. for waiting for me to slowly love you even when i was scared to love. for waiting for me even if i didn’t trust you. for loving me. for proving those rumors wrong. for proving that satoru gojo is actually capable of falling in love and pouring his heart out to the one he loves the most.
for everything that you have done to love me.
it was like gojo could hear all of your unspoken words. he smiles, letting one more tear roll down his cheek, and says, “it’s all worth it if it’s for you.”
thanks for reading <3 -kami.
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Unwanted: Chapter 15, Undermined - Pt. 3
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Jade Carthage (she's a warning), delusions.
Word Count: 661
Previously On...: You confronted Sam to question him about Bucky's claim that he happens to get hard when he fights. Fortunately, it seems like he was telling you the truth... about that, at least.
A/N: Ah, tis my final day of Spring Break. Back to regular life tomorrow, and no further breaks until the end of the school year :( Well, we have Memorial Day and now Juneteenth, so that's something, but it's still gonna be a loooong 11 weeks :/ But I gladly welcome the better weather.
Did anyone watch the eclipse? I'm in the path of totality, but I slept through it, I think lol. It was cloudy here, anyway, so I didn't even notice.
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True to his word (almost as though he were actually trying to make it a habit), Bucky kept his distance from Carthage. Several times, FRIDAY had alerted you that Bucky and Jade had crossed paths somewhere within the Tower, and you would review the footage with bated breath, always expecting to see the worst, as if they would strip off their clothes and start fucking in the common room. But you were relieved to see that he continued ignoring her, acting as though she truly did not exist, and it seemed to be driving her mad with vexation.
She was so perturbed by it that she eventually came to you looking for a way to get to him.
“I need to talk to Jamie,” she said, interrupting you mid-conversation with one of the scientists in your lab.
“Okay,” you said, dismissing the scientist. No reason multiple people should have to suffer through this. “Then talk to him. It’s a free country.”
“He isn’t speaking to me,” she pouted. “He’s acting like I don’t exist!”
“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” you told her, trying to keep the smile from your face. “I’m not sure what you want me to do about it. Or that I’d actually want to do anything about it, even if I could, if I’m being completely honest.”
“I just don’t know what I did wrong!” she whined. You sneered at that. How could she be so completely lacking in self-awareness? Especially to come to you, of all people, after the things she’d texted to Bucky, after trying to destroy your relationship.
“Would you like the list alphabetically, or in chronological order?” you asked.
She rolled her eyes at you. “You know, you should have just stayed away from him. Everything would have gone according to plan if he wasn’t so fucking obsessed with you.”
“According to plan?” you asked her, eyebrows shooting to the top of your forehead. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”
Jade seemed to stumble for words. “I– he– you knew I liked him when I first interviewed. And just to get back at me because I was maybe a little bit rude to you, you went and stole him for yourself!”
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. You wondered if you should ask Tony for a raise, because while you were paid extraordinarily well, you sure as shit weren’t paid enough to deal with this. “Listen, Carthage,” you began, “because I’m just going to tell you this once: My relationship with Bucky started long before either one of us ever even knew of your existence.” Technically not a lie, just a small fudge on the truth. Friendship was a type of relationship, after all. “And it’s going to keep going long after both of us have forgotten your name.”
“You don’t understand what you’re putting me through!” she cried, tears forming at the waterline of her eyes.
You stared at her for a moment, unblinking. “What I’ve put you through?!” you asked her, clenching your fists to keep from punching her in that annoyingly pretty face– you knew that would lead to a fist fight you had no chance of winning. “You have been nothing but a thorn in my side since the moment you first walked into this Tower. Before you showed up, I was the happiest I’d ever been, but you had to come along and try to sink your claws into the man I love. You ruined my relationship; fuck, you ruined my life.”
You didn’t know what effect you expected your words to have on Jade, but you weren’t prepared for her insidious smile as you finished speaking. “Maybe you should be asking yourself, if Jamie loved you as much as you love him, why your relationship was so easy to ruin.”
With a flip of her hair over her shoulder, she was gone, leaving you alone, speechless and freshly betrayed all over again.
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Whisked Away 3
No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.
Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You get a job at a bakery but your new boss only adds to your work
Character: chubby!baker!Thor
Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.
You set the icing bag down and step back. You press your hands against the front of your apron as Thor shifts closer to the counter. You watch him nervously as he turns the tray by the corner and considers your work. Each cookie is a variation of the cross-stitched them. The most detailed shows roses, while the others are intricately lined with grids with scalloped edges.
He hums and sucks his teeth. You cringe and push your arms down straight, overly aware of yourself and your body. You should at least try to hide your desperation. His cheek dimples and he smiles as he faces you.
“When can you start?” He asks.
You nearly sway. You can’t believe it. You’re misunderstanding him. You shake your head, “pardon?”
“You do good work, so... I’d like to hire you,” his tone is jovial.
“Right, uh, when... when could I start?” You scrunch up your fists as you feel your insides buzzing. This can’t be real. It’s so sudden. Too good to be true.
“If I’m being honest, right now,” he turns his large palms out, “however, there is the matter of paperwork and all that.”
“Right,” you nod.
“Tomorrow?” He suggests, “bring in a blank check and I can send the forms you need to fill out tonight. Is that too soon? Am I too desperate?”
You almost laugh as he asks the questions in your own head. You let out a breath. It’s real!
“Sure, that sounds good,” you agree.
“Then I suppose that means you’re hired,” he announces and offers his hand, “welcome to the team.”
You look at his thick fingers before you reach for them. You shake his hand, his covering yours entirely, and he clings for just a minute before he releases you.
“I’ll pack these up to go,” he spins and marches across the kitchen. He takes out a square box and returns to the counter, “you can take them home to your sister.”
“Uh, oh, thank you, you don’t have to do that.”
“Please, a little celebration,” he says as he uses a rubber spatula to transfer the cookies, “I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear the good news.”
“Ah, yeah,” you wring your hands then stop yourself. “Thanks.”
“Of course,” he closes up the box and holds it out. “Tomorrow at six? You can open with me.”
“Sure, I can make that work,” you smile, trying not to let your doubts break through. That might be a problem for Delaney.
🍰
You put the box down on the table as Delaney sits in her recliner. She clacks the long needles together as she grumbles at her latest project. She gave a curt grunt at your entrance; she must be fighting another stitch.
“Why don’t you grab your frame?” You suggest.
“Bored of it,” she shrugs as you approach, “you bring me goodies?”
She peeks over her shoulder towards the table.
“Yep. Cookies,” you answer, “owner was really nice. Let me take them.”
“Oh yeah? So...” she looks up at you, “how long til you know?”
“I already do,” you can’t help a large grin, “I got it.”
“You got it!” She shoves aside her knitting, “that’s...” she grunts as she pushes herself to the edge of the chair. She waves you away as you try to help, “amazing.”
She stands and turns to you, pulling you into a crooked hug. You embrace her, your heart beating with joy. You haven’t been this happy in forever. You haven’t seen her this excited in just as long.
She lets you go and to your surprises, stays standing. She groans as she stretches her arms and shifts around. She rolls her walker away from the side of the chair and leans on it. She’s not moving too bad. She wheels around you to the table and you follow.
“There is one thing. I have to be there at six,” you explain, “so I might have to get you up early--”
“Uh uh, I’m not getting up before sunrise,” she scoffs as she flips open the lid of the box, “I can get myself up.”
“Right, I know, Deli, but if you need anything, you can call--”
“Hey,” she takes a cookie out and considers it, “you need this job.” Her mouth slants as she looks at you, “we both need you to have this job. I’m not stupid,” she glances back at the cookie, “this is really cute. You did this?”
“Uh, yeah, part of the interview,” you say, “it was... different. Nice place though. Family business, I think? His daughter works there.”
“Ah, some old dude, huh?” Delaney angles herself to sit on the dining chair with her special cushion. “Fun.”
“I guess he’s older. Big.”
“Fat?” She chuckles.
“Don’t be mean,” you shake your head, “tall... and a bit... pudgy, I guess.”
“Huh, well, that’s not too bad. Better than some slave driver. Can’t be too bad if he gives you free cookies.” She takes a bite and her eyes nearly roll back as she hums, “oh my god!” She says through a mouthful and swallows, “these are so good. Have you tried one yet?”
“No, I... my stomachs all knotted up.”
“You got it, relax. Have a cookie before I eat them all,” she shoves the box towards you.
“Alright,” you take one and nibble along the edge. You take a large bite as the sweetness crumbles onto your tongue. You cover your mouth as you nearly moan. She wasn’t being dramatic. “Oh god.”
“Right?” She breaks off another piece, “this is like sex in my mouth.”
“Ew,” you scrunch your nose up at her.
“What? I ain’t no prude,” she scoffs, “actually, I've been talking to this guy online.”
“Del,” you warn her.
“I’m an adult,” she snaps.
“I know,” you say, “I’m not saying anything except be careful. I remember Colin.”
“Mm,” she frowns, “so do I. Jackass.” She reaches for another cookie, “you better bring home more of these.”
“Uh huh,” you swipe the box towards you and close it up, “and you better slow down. You haven’t even had dinner.”
“You are such an old lady,” she whines.
“One of us has to be the mature one,” you sniff.
“That’s fine. I like being the fun one,” she chortles and takes a massive bite, “mph, I could live off of these.”
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Sandtober Day 2 - Your Art for the prompt "Nightmare"
Thank you to all the fabulous talented people who contributed to Day 2 of Sandtober! As with Day 1, I am showcasing all the art I found that was tagged #Sandtober2023 or that tagged me directly for the day 2 prompt.
Prompt List can be found here and you can join anytime you like!
Please like and reblog the creations linked below!
Dreams Nightmare Aspect by @the-cloudy-dreamer
The Dream Weaver with Spider by @timesorceror
The Corinthian by @azi-sings-calliope
The Corinthian by @mostly-morpheus-and-myths
Dreams Nightmare Aspect by @crystal46uwu
Nightmare Calligraphy by @chaosclimber
Nightmare Realm by @maelstroms-blog
Hob Gadlings Worst Nightmare by @merinsedai
Dream and Nightmare by @lord-morpheus-ravens
The Corinthian by @milune-vox
The Corinthian by @quillingwords
Hob Gadlings Second Worst Nightmare by @mathomhouse-e
The Corinthian by @got-the-dreams
Dreams Nightmare Aspect by @murphyoftheendless
Dream Protects From A Nightmare by @klarahimmeltheendless
An Abstract Corinthian by @thirrith
Hob Gadling and Nightmare!Dream by @teejaystumbles
A Haiku For The Corinthian by @writing-for-life
A Song For The Corinthian by @brunettebeanz
Lastly Dream and The Corinthian by Yours Truly
If I have missed anyone please tag me, send me a link, or DM me and I'll add you to tomorrow's prompt list.
The Prompt for day 3 is "Paths" and I have already seen some gorgeous art for this prompt! Can't wait to see what else you create! Don't forget to tag #Sandtober2023 and tag me to make sure you get added to these lists the following day! :)
Thank you again to everyone participating!
#sandtober2023#the sandman#the corinthian#dream of the endless#inktober#inktober 2023#awesome fanart#sandman inktober challenge
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Weekly Update
8/27/2023
Announcements/Reminders
Next week is my 1 year ficversary! - I'll be doing a BIG post and a tiny celebration for that since I just had a celebration for my 2k followers.
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I'm taking art commissions! - Pricing - Follow my art blog: @melodymakesart
Fic Updates
Disclaimer - I never know which way the winds of inspiration will blow. Timeframes aren’t a promise/guarantee, they’re a goal.
Fic Updates Legend:
Blue - Update this week
Pink - Update in progress
Red - Backburner Fic (not currently working on. See WIP list for status)
You can find my current WIP list here
Chaptered Fic Updates
A Bit Dodgy - Chapter 17 is coming tomorrow! I don't think it will be out early in the morning like usual but it will be out tomorrow at some point during the day!
Always Yours, Never Mine - Chapter 4 is in progress, hoping to have the next update out in the next couple of weeks!
The Fractured Moon - My primary focus this past week has been getting A Bit Dodgy finished, and also working on getting the requests and stuff for my 2k celebration done. I'll be working on part 4 of TFM this week to hopefully post next week!
Remember to look at my WIP list for other backburner fics
Mini-series Updates
Feeling You Can’t Fight - Chapter 3 is done! I had meant to get editing done for this fic last week but it got away from me! I'll be working on it this week.
All on the backburner for now but will get additional chapters soon:
Not a Doctor - Part 2
Worth the Risk - Part 3
AI Character Bot Updates
I currently have the following bots on my list that I’m working on. If you have any suggestions or additions you’d like, please feel free to ask! I won’t make every single one I get asked for but I’ll make some of them as I get time!
DBF Jake and Steven (I already did Marc...did I ever post him? I thought I did but maybe not)
Patient Steven and Marc
Moon Knight Rescue scenario
Am I missing any? Don't see one on the list that you want to add? Send me an inbox or private message! No promises, but if I like the idea I'll make an AI bot.
I think that's all for now! Much love!
Don't forget to follow my other blogs:
@melodymakesart - My art blog
@lockandkeynovel - The blog for my original fiction novel, Lock & Key
@melodyreadsfanfiction - The blog where I reblog works I intend to read, a good place for fanfic readers to follow!
@melodygatesupdates - This is where I'll reblog any chapter updates for my fics and whatnot. This is what I use instead of a tag list!
#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#melody gates weekly updates#melody talks#jake lockley#melodys weekly updates#miguel o'hara#across the spiderverse
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Hey mind telling me what the story behind Kiyo’s sister is? I’m kind of clueless and only heard one story of the whole thing😅
This got decently long, so I've put it under a cut. I'll add it to the FAQ tomorrow as well, since it's come up a few times!
I will also request that this post not be reblogged to hate blogs or blogs specifically dedicated to "bad" or "disliked" content. As someone who has been harassed as a result of content being circulated in those circles, it makes me very panicked and anxious to see my work on similar blogs. If you do so, I will need to block you for my own mental stability.
In V3 chapter three, Korekiyo admits to mass murder and takes on the guise of his sister to do so. As a result of being nearly beaten to death at one point, Korekiyo created a tulpa of his dead sister (who we'll call by her popular fan name, Miyadera, from here on). He believed Miyadera wanted him to murder 100 girls, and claimed that they were once lovers.
In general, fans seem to take Korekiyo's claims at face value. Which is...weird, considering how obviously the whole thing is a "mentally ill delusional sexually deviant serial killer" trope played completely straight. And that his worldview includes things like "I should kill people so my dead sister has friends." But let's set that aside, and say that, for the sake of explaining the popular fandom viewpoint, Korekiyo is a reliable narrator.
So in chapter 3, when he is on the brink of being cornered, Korekiyo begins to switch between his own identity and the identity of his sister's tulpa. These are the only potential looks we have into Miyadera's personality. To give you the gist, here are all of the quotes while Korekiyo takes on his sister's guise that are listed on the Wiki.
(Please note that the "Apologize" is directed at another student who challenges Korekiyo.)
I'm going to be honest. I have reread this a LOT trying to figure out what everyone else is apparently seeing here that I am not. At worst, this reads to me as a slightly stern etiquette teacher. But the popular fandom perception is that this dialogue implies that Miyadera was manipulating and abusing Korekiyo. I could not honestly tell you WHY people believe this, but they do.
And people ran with that. They ran with that so hard. Every sin Korekiyo commits is pinned down as being Miyadera's fault, and Korekiyo is absolved of his crimes as a result of being an abuse victim. It's similar to the effect you often see in the way people discuss Junko and Mukuro, except that Mukuro does not invoke nearly as much sympathy on a larger level, even though Junko's mockery and subsequent murder of her sister are explicit canon.
Now, to be clear: I don't buy into this. I think this is an extremely generous reading of Korekiyo's character, and that it removed his agency and the horror of his crimes to make him more sympathetic (particularly for shipping purposes - if you glance through the Miyadera tag, you see a LOT of Korekiyo/Rantaro fics with Miyadera as the evil abuser Rantaro must rescue Korekiyo from). I also think that people give too much credit to the canonicity of Miyadera's "possession" when it isn't clear, even in the universe of the game itself, whether Miyadera is actually a tulpa or if it's an identity that resulted from Korekiyo's trauma, like Syo/Jack.
But on its own, I don't care about it THAT much. People have headcanons I disagree with all the time. I don't really like a lot of people's thoughts about Nagito's backstory, either, but I don't think about it very often, and I certainly don't care enough to get mad about it. The problem is...
People are very, VERY violent about Miyadera.
I'm going to ask you to reread the quotes from Miyadera as a reminder of literally everything we know about her personality. And then I'll ask you to read this post.
This...is, in fact, despite all odds, the predominate opinion on Miyadera. If you go into her character tags, there are an endless number of posts like these, daydreaming about doing violence on her person, murdering her, torturing her, etc.
As a Grandparent (25, the age of spinsterhood), this sets off some alarm bells. This is how people used to treat female characters who got in the way of their favorite ships, like Kairi from Kingdom Hearts. Now, that is popularly understood to have been a result of misogyny. It is horrifying to see that it has survived.
Fantasizing about committing excessive violence against a woman...is misogyny. Making up crimes a woman did not canonically commit as an excuse to justify fantasizing about violence against her is misogyny. It is one thing to dislike a character based on headcanons. It is a totally separate matter to participate in and encourage this level of vitrol solely to make a male character more sympathetic.
To clarify: I do not think that misogyny is the sole reason for this interpretation. By nature, Danganronpa appeals to teenagers, who tend to fall into this type of fandom-wide trap more easily. But it is, in fact, more concerning to normalize this sort of thought process among teens and young people. And so I am very defensive of Miyadera's actual character as a result.
#miyadera shinguji#asks#anon#meta#talk to the mod#hope this doesnt come across as too biased!#ill reblog this again later when its not 4 am lmao#korekiyo's sister
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WIP Weekend Game
Tagged by @scarcrossdlvrs and @patchworkgargoyle and @starryeyedjanai
Rules from the original post:
In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!
If you’re reading this, you’re invited!
If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.
File list:
Crown of Thorns
Nightswimming (Steddie Bigbang)
The Prophetic D&D Game
Time Travel
Chart:
I'm only putting up the 4 Stranger Things fics from my last week for now but I suspect I will also write things from other stuff tomorrow because Weekend Writing Marathon is having a super sprint Saturday tomorrow and I usually try to write a lot on those. Join us, if you want.
Snippet and Tags beneath the cut
Snippet from Crown of Thorns. Do you want the little bit of Rockie I'm writing in? 'Cause that's what you're getting:
“We’re going to go stay with my aunt Gertie in Kansas,” Vickie said. “Mom didn’t want to at first, because they have a new baby and absolutely no room, but they offered, so off we go. At least I can still help by babysitting, I guess? I hope we can come back soon.”
“I hope so, too,” Robin said. They were just wrapping up their shift and more workers were coming in to relieve them, and she didn’t know how to say goodbye. “I mean, I’ll still be here, so I can call and give you updates when we get the all clear?”
“That’s so cool that your parents let you stay,” Vickie said. “I’m not brave enough to stand up to mine.”
Vickie reached out first for a hug, and Robin felt awkward about it until she felt her really squeeze tight. She tucked her head against Vickie’s and whispered, “I’m glad you’ll be safe.”
When they pulled away from each other, she could see that Vickie was on the verge of tears. “I don’t actually know my aunt’s phone number,” she said, “or else I’d write it down for you.”
“Oh, here.” Robin grabbed a pad of paper and wrote Steve’s number down. “I’m staying with Steve until this all clears up. He’s basically running a halfway house for his stubborn friends who won’t leave. Like he’s one to talk.”
Tagging: I want you to know that I keep a running list of writers now and I've gone through to edit out the ones who have already been tagged in the two WIP weekend posts I've seen so far. This is the rest of my list. It is long and distinguished (sorry not sorry).
@2btheanswertothequestion
@artaxlivs
@atmilliways
@corrodedcoughin
@disastardly
@fiore-della-valle
@hellsfireclub
@greenbergsays
@greenlikethesea
@kedreeva
@laundrybiscuits
@lorifragolina
@momotonescreaming
@qprstobin
@redbirdblogs
@riality-check
@sayesayes
@spacebarrette
@stargyles
@steddierthings
If you're not tagged here and you know I know you on discord, then it's because I don't remember your tumblr name. Tell me and I'll add it.
#my writing#wip weekend game#extensive tag list#stranger things#steddie#fanfic reblogging#select post from queue order by time desc limit 1;
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DEBRIEF/RANT OF THE NIGHT
i think imma clock out for tonight yall i’m making pizza and watching a movie *GASP* ik ik after last nights fiasco i didn’t think i’d watch another but i just love movies so much. (no but seriously i was genuinely annoyed last night) when will a rory character get a happy ending?! even with scott his parents divorced like..🧍 give us another clyde type ending..
i got a charlie fic halfway written that’ll probably be out tomorrow night along with a scott head cannon post and idk i had an idea for a short series but that wouldn’t be out for a while. i don’t wanna push myself in case i give myself writers block (last time it literally lasted 3 years and the app logged me out💀). also send me songs that’s usually what gets me writing and gives me ideas.
ALSO ALSO lowkey had the idea of doin an About Me page idk just an idea idk if anyone would even look at it
AND i’m really glad we all shared the same sentiment with the racist asks today. i was seriously upset when i saw that it wasn’t even the first time josibunn had gotten them and previously taken a whole break off tumblr bc of it. it’s really disheartening. like i was scared to start posting again after my 3 year long hiatus cuz people can be mean on here. i fortunately have never experienced that yk with my account still being pretty small but my heart goes out to anyone getting those things in their asks. let me know and i’ll start boosting ur content fr
this also applies to anyone else if your fics aren’t getting the recognition the most definitely deserve i’ll get on that and reblog like there’s no tomorrow cuz obviously i understand how hard writing can be and how it sucks when no one’s reading or not rebloging
goodnight my loves
ps: remember to add yourself to the tag list by filling in my form in my masterlist pinned on my blog <33
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Any number that haven't been asked for the writers ask game !!!
SIFJSOSHKSHSJS soooooo fair so true
6. have you written any fanfics featuring your OCs?
i do not have OCs because my brain is a puddle and i cannot have original thoughts
13. have you ever received hate on a fic?
actually yeah multiple times for some reason. i got anonymously bullied into not finishing one actually :( who would do such a thing! i’m such a lover by nature!!!
14. have you ever co-written a fic?
no and i don’t think i will, i’m too bossy i have eldest sibling disorder
16. how long is your longest fic?
i just wanna hold you when it’s over, 67,976 words
18. recommend someone else’s fic!
ahhh what a perfect note to end on! as always, please check out my beloved writer mutuals that i previously tagged, as well as @teabookgremlin and @lesbiantahani for their fantastic work and beyond epic contribution to the fandom. i also have a lottienat fic rec list that i continue to add to (and will probably add to again tomorrow while i get tattooed). i also have a fic rec tag (#fic rec) and will always always ALWAYS reblog a fic i see on my dash <3
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO SENT ONE IN IM KISSING YOU PLATONICALLY! 💞
#if any writers for yj want their fics promoted or reblogged feel free to use my track tag or dm it to me! i will ALWAYS support y’all#ask game#asks
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I posted 19,249 times in 2022
That's 14,849 more posts than 2021!
10,953 posts created (57%)
8,296 posts reblogged (43%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@omegaverse
@gimmickbird
@noonez
@44prop
@danoriddler
I tagged 8,305 of my posts in 2022
#asks - 2,647 posts
#anonymous - 1,792 posts
#agueros - 95 posts
#bluemoonstonesy - 77 posts
#debruyne - 62 posts
#tmg - 57 posts
#de-geas - 51 posts
#saw - 47 posts
#likeimhomeagain - 40 posts
#about me - 40 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#jacket flares adidas trainers… i’ve been known to lug a tote bag around… even a football shirt too from time to time if you can believe that
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
les mis was a terrible fandom literally 90% of the posts were arguing over enjolras sexuality headcanons and the other 10% were just like, “jehan braiding flowers into his hair 🥺 being loved by everyone he knows 🥰 baking cookies for his friends 😌 then he fucking DIES in 9/11”
458 notes - Posted April 24, 2022
#4
i’ve been watching football for what... eight months? i’m basically an expert now. here’s my list of patch notes to improve the sport
shorter shorts (this is the keynote policy)
fighting to be mildly encouraged
kissing to be strongly encouraged
if you can steal a card from the referee your team gets an extra point at the end
blanket ban on hair gel
chelsea fc to be disbanded with immediate effect
any player given a penalty has to be the one to take it
goalkeepers are allowed to kick the fuck out of their outfield players if they feel like it
the managers have to kiss at full time, as a show of respect
feel free to add your own
630 notes - Posted March 6, 2022
#3
sometimes you really just have to say well life is balls right now but at least maggie thatcher’s rotting in hell
849 notes - Posted April 8, 2022
#2
gonna be thinking about this all day and possibly well into tomorrow
3,260 notes - Posted May 25, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
It’s fun to think abt what could have happened if Walter White taught any other subject. Like Economics teacher Mr White is teaming up with Jesse who works customer service at a bank and they’re frauding the stock market. English Mr White is plagiarising poetry and publishing it under Jesse P. Inkman. Mr White the PE teacher obviously is pumping Jesse full of steroids so he can illegally win The Big Race. And Mr White from the art department? I’m sure I don’t need to say hentai
10,927 notes - Posted October 15, 2022
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I posted 979 times in 2022
67 posts created (7%)
912 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@maikanna
@logicgunn
@snapecentric
@half-blood-slytherpuff
@owlzerness
I tagged 467 of my posts in 2022
#snupin - 56 posts
#severus snape - 38 posts
#<3 <3 <3 <3 - 13 posts
#ask games - 13 posts
#stargate atlantis - 10 posts
#happy birthday sev - 9 posts
#harlivy - 8 posts
#asks - 8 posts
#tag games - 7 posts
#teen sev - 7 posts
Longest Tag: 103 characters
#and i don't wanna download it because i want to contribute to the ratings when it finally does get here
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Rules: List the first lines of your last 10 stories. See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.
Thanks for tagging me @logicgunn! I haven't done this in a while :)
Well They're No Friends Of Mine
(hp, snupin, marauder's era, oneshot)
"Look at him. Skulking about as usual."
Puffed Up Like A...
(hp, lucius malfoy/oc, lucissa, oneshot)
It had not been real.
A Little Nudge
(sga, mcshep, oneshot)
“Fine,” Rodney announced, slamming his tray down on the table, “I give up.”
The Truth Will Out
(hp, snupin, multi chapter, adult)
He knows something is wrong before the potion even touches his lips.
The Reckoning of Severus Snape
(hp, severus snape/euphemia rowle, oneshot, adult, dark)
There was never any performance: no lustful moans or delicate sighs, no hair cascading artfully down one shoulder, no sweetly whispered words, and certainly no declarations of love.
I Like Mine With A Kiss
(hp, fleur/tonks, multi chapter, adult)
Ever since she was a little girl, Fleur simply could not stand mess.
The Potion Seller and the Wolf
(hp, snupin, multi chapter, fairytale au)
The forest held few surprises for Severus Snape.
Aurora
(hp, severus snape/aurora sinistra, oneshot, adult)
"Are you okay, love? Do you want to stop?"
Narcissa
(hp, snucissa, oneshot, adult)
"Lay back down, darling. That's a good boy."
Bellatrix
See the full post
27 notes - Posted February 19, 2022
#4
Kinky Snupin sex, you say?
Is there any other kind? lol.
I thought I had more recs but the only one I seem to have bookmarked is Five Time Lupin and Snape Should Not Have Had Sex At Order Headquarters (But Couldn't Help It) by Snegurochka. Seriously - it's got everything. Humour, angst, kink, and even has surprisingly sweet ending.
I'd quite like to do a kinky Snupin rec list at some point. If anyone has any they want to share please feel free to add to this post!
My kinkiest fic by far is The Truth Will Out which I am actually going to update - shocking I know - today or tomorrow!
29 notes - Posted March 29, 2022
#3
The Truth Will Out
A Remus/Severus fic
Rating: E
Summary: When Severus spikes his Wolfsbane with truth potion, Remus reveals something neither of them expected.
Tags: porn with plot, porn with feelings, bdsm, dom/sub elements, dom severus snape, sub remus lupin, bondage, edgeplay, spanking, humiliation
Chapter 11 is up in which it all breaks down at the role reversal. Or does it?
41 notes - Posted April 30, 2022
#2
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Remus Lupin & Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter & Severus Snape
Characters: Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Mary Macdonald
Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, snupin - Freeform, POV Remus Lupin, Yule Ball (Harry Potter), Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Bullying, Dancing
Summary:
Whenever his friends pull a prank on Snape, Remus always looks the other way. But what if there's another option?
52 notes - Posted January 10, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I just need a scene at the Battle of Hogwarts where Snape reveals his loyalties by breaking his cover to save someone's life. Then I need an epically clichéd fight scene where he takes on like ten Death Eaters and wins easily. Oh and I need it set to a soundtrack - preferably a classic pop rock song completely incongruous to a fight scene but someone works incredibly well.
98 notes - Posted May 26, 2022
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I CAUGHT UP!!!!
first off, as always, LOVING the sibling dynamic!!! each of them have their own colour and i love seeing them interact <3 and how they baby our dear yn too of course
moving on to the matter at hand, the guy on everyone's minds (derogative): hyunjin. i... rlly don't know how to feel abt him??? like he clearly has red flags but i feel like he might pull through in the end and stop being so toxic. i wonder if there's actually smth behind his behavior, or if it's just plain jealousy. tbh i think i'm just too much like our dear yn and i'm giving him the benefit of the doubt, but i don't wanna jump completely on the hate train. rn i'm waiting at the station and i might get in when it comes 😚
then the man on everyone's minds (affectionate): jungwonnie!!!! nothing to say besides that i love him <3 it's so refreshing seeing him be so kind and understanding and having proper communication from the beginning, we love to see it! and the park siblings already love him, as they should
i gotta hurry bc i'm gonna go eat so. question time!!! is this smau gonna be around the same lengths your other smaus are? are you planning on expanding more on yn's backstory? (please say yes) AND MORE IMPORTANTLY: why buttercup? is it because she's tough and never doubts, unlike yn???? or just bc she liked her colors the best??????? why did yn want to grow up to be her?????????
have a nice day and i hope something good happens to you tomorrow! you're gonna find a pc on pristine condition lying on the ground i just know it!!
By saying you loved it, I'll add you to the tag list 😊. Now you won't miss an update and I get a lovely reblog with your reaction in the tags, which I love btw they crack me up every time. Moving on...
I'm just happy that people love the sibling dynamic, writing siblings is always tricky cause I don't have any so it's not from experience just what I've seen and read but I'm glad that all the Park Siblings seem like distinct characters.
If there are siblings that play a major role, 100% YN is gonna be the maknae 😂. Then again I might just challenge myself to make one of my YNs be the eldest or the middle child...
Hmm I dunno where his story line will take us atm. There's definitely a backstory there and it's coming in future chapters but at this point in time it's up in the air if Hyunjin will be recieving a redemption arc or not 😂.
Ngl this might be my favourite Jungwon cause he's just such a sweetheart and he's been like that since the beginning 🥹🥹🥹. I just love him so much and I'm so happy that everyone loves him too, TSIT Jungwon deserves all the love.
So my last 2 smaus that ended, Long Story Short PSH and A Diamonds Gotta Shine LHS are on the shorter end.
However, I hate short smaus myself so this one will probably be 30 chaps, maybe longer if I feel like I can add more drama and angst 😂. Or even fluff, really it depends on my mood.
YNs backstory, I'm not sure if it'll be explained more in future chapters or not but so you know I'll outline it here:
Parknae was kidnapped as a baby by a couple who had just gone through a miscarriage. They saw a young baby unattended by nurses and kidnapped her from the hospital.
Parknae being kidnapped was big news and they saw on the news but seeing that the Parks were rich and there were already 5 older siblings they ran away with Parknae thinking the Parks will get over it eventually.
They did care and love her for the first decade of her life, they treated her as their own child. Unfortunately the Park family never recovered from losing a child.
Their parents went through depression, blamed themselves for losing their youngest child and did everything they could to find her again. The remaining Park siblings, felt the pain of a lost little sister and did all the could to help find their youngest sister.
Despite the loss of Parknae. The parents didn't forget that they had 5 other children, they still loved and cared for them as they did before but there was always something missing. The whole family felt that missing piece.
Sadly a year before Parknae was reunited with her family, the parents were in a car accident and they died, coincidentally they were on their way to see a Private Investigator who they had hired to find Parknae...
Subsequently Parknae never got to actually meet her biological parents, she only knows them through pictures, videos and stories.
I hope that answers the questions on Parknaes backstory.
Buttercup because she's what YN strives to be and also YN just loves that Jungwon took this random bit of info and made it into a nickname for her.
This turned out to be a hella long ask 😂. Go eat something and I hope you have a good day too!!. I do still recommend you read Peace a Jay Harry Potter meets Gossip Girl smau, but that's just me wanting to see you reaction to that smau 😂.
Have a good day! Stay hydrated and happy!!.
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I posted 10,379 times in 2022
That's 10,379 more posts than 2021!
371 posts created (4%)
10,008 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@milfygerard
@alinnsurana
@aropride
@thisismyideaofhumor
@revengeromance
I tagged 736 of my posts in 2022
#mcr - 82 posts
#my show - 35 posts
#am gonnae kill masel - 31 posts
#gerard way - 27 posts
#mcrtacoma - 24 posts
#mcr tacoma - 11 posts
#you will reblog - 10 posts
#i am experiencing an effect.... - 9 posts
#ray toro - 8 posts
#i am experiencing an effect... - 8 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#but like all around it was meant from the start to be a silly little bubblegum comic story about a happy couple who live in a world where
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I was scrolling through Instagram and this photo (from Panda @subliminal.vamps) made me stop and think. Frank's wrist isn't 100% better.
Frank has ice (possibly heat? please correct me) packs strapped to his wrist and shoulder. He's probably in a good amount of pain, and playing guitar for 2 hours a night on top of whatever practicing and sound checking they do probably doesn't make him hurt less.
I'm not Frank, I'm not his family member or friend, so I don't know what he's dealing with beyond what he chooses to share. But as a fan of his band and him as a person, I'm grateful that such a talented and dedicated musician is willing to put himself through discomfort or pain for the love of his craft and his fans. That means a lot.
145 notes - Posted October 4, 2022
#4
reblog if volcano shake em up is your favorite mcr song
220 notes - Posted September 22, 2022
#3
Fans and Friends who are Stuck in Vegas: Here are Some Fun Things to Do!
I'm crushed for all of you who got tickets to WWWY and are now stuck in the Vegas area with no show. That's so awful and heartbreaking, especially if you've traveled a long way or were looking forward to seeing your favorite band for the first time. Big hugs to you all. Here are some things to check out that you may enjoy. All activities listed are clean-and-sober friendly and cost less than $100 per person. I'll list the most recent pricing I can find, but keep in mind that these things change.
National Atomic Testing Museum! Learn about America's history with nuclear weapons testing. $24 per person, book online through their website. Open 9a-5p.
Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area! Be careful here with the wind advisory today, but it may be good tomorrow. You can hike, picnic, take the scenic drive, and more! It's beautiful. Probably a $35 entrance fee per car. Timed tickets required for the scenic drive.
You Can Rent A Backhoe And Fuck Around, No I'm Not Kidding. Individual digs from $25, group digs from $175.
Area 15 Immersive Experience! Passes start at $49 per person. This is SO COOL, highly recommended. You can guide yourself through, but there are also formal tours.
The Mob Museum. General admission $30 per person. Learn about the impact of organized crime on American history and society today. Thousands of artifacts and some pretty cool exhibits!
Please reblog and add more activities! I tried to include unique, interesting experiences that had booking available TODAY, 10/22 and TOMORROW, 10/23.
407 notes - Posted October 22, 2022
#2
yeah I support LGBT
L - lesbian icon frank iero
G - gerard way
B - 🅱️ikey
T - Ray Toro's Trans Rights Charm Bracelet
430 notes - Posted August 25, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I'm a wildlife biologist and he's the red panda I'm monitoring on my trail cam
1,256 notes - Posted October 6, 2022
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Brutalia Week starts tomorrow!
Because of this, I'm going to go through the full instructions of participation below:
Read the Rules, About Section, and if you have any questions, the FAQ.
Although realistically, you likely have already done this and step 1, create a BruTalia-centric fanwork (anything from art to fic to edits) for one of the prompts listed below.
Day 1: Masquerade | Justice League Finds Out
Day 2: Canon Divergence AU | Second Chances
Day 3: Royalty AU | Getting Back Together
Day 4: Secret Relationship | Talia Needs/Gets A Hug
Day 5: Bodyguard | "I Want My Beloved To Be Happy"
Day 6: Childhood Friends AU | Bruce Needs/Gets A Hug
Day 7: Unexpected Pregnancy | Free Space
3. When the day for said prompt comes around, post it.
3A. On Tumblr, this would mean posting it with "brutaliaweek2022" as one of the first five tags. If you want to be extra safe and make sure I see it, you are also welcome to put @brutalia-week in your post to give a notification.
3B. On Ao3, this would mean posting to the collection, Brutalia_Week_2022. Please remember, if typing it into the "add to collection" bar when posting a fic, the underscores are neccesary for it to work. Similar to tumblr, you can also tag BrutaliaWeek2022 on top of this if you wish.
3C. If you happen to be posting it on discord, then the only way to really do this (that I would be able to instruct on, at least) is through posting it in the #brutalia-week channel of my BruTalia server. The message details don't matter.
4. In the case that it's on tumblr, wait for it to be reblogged onto here. Please try to be patient on this! Give it at least twelve hours before you make any further actions (aside from perhaps tagging @brutalia-week if you haven't already).
4A. If I actually miss it (24+ hours), make sure to contact me. That can be through messaging this blog, messaging my main blog (@baticorngirl), dming me on discord if you have it (Baticorngirl#5309), or even sending an ask to this blog (preferably not on anon, though, so I can know who's work I'm looking for and answer it privately).
5. Enjoy other people's fanwork! This goes both for those of you who are contributing your own and not. If you do end up really liking someone's work, in most cases, they'd probably appreciate a reblog or leave a comment, so keep that in mind! We want to make sure we're giving our wonderful fanfic writers, fanartists, editors, and other contributors love and appreciation.
Here's the link to the Navigation/Tag Masterlist page if it helps anyone with the last one. Currently, I haven't updated the year-related tags, but that's much easier to do once they are works in those tags, so I'll make sure it's updated by the end of tomorrow.
Thank you for reading! Have a good BruTalia Week!
#brutalia#demonbat#talia al ghul#bruce wayne#batman#brutaliaweek2022#brutalia week announcements#talia head#bat family#al ghul family#dc#dc comics#batman comics#dc fan week#batman fan week#dc fandom event#one day left#bruce wayne x talia al ghul#bruce x talia#talia al ghul x batman
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matchablossom fic recs for every mood <3
remember to check tags & warnings !
can't stop this feelings i got (this high)
summary: "It says 'you're handsome', this time."
Kaoru promptly choked on his water to laugh. "Wow, high praise," he teased. Kojiro stabbed his thigh lightly with his pen as retaliation. "Let me guess, if there's another one tomorrow, you'd collect all of them like old people collect stamps."
"Hey, they're beautiful!" Kojiro defended himself.
word count: 1643
Say It With Flowers
summary: It’s only as Hiromi’s driving away that the implications of the afternoon’s events come together fully in his mind.
First, he’s met both Joe and Cherry Blossom as their normal day-to-day selves.
Second, Joe and Cherry seem to be dating. Or something.
Third, Joe and Cherry still have absolutely no idea who Hiromi is.
Vaguely pre-canon. Joe/Cherry with Shadow POV.
word count: 6431
but i hedge my bets on love
summary: In which Kaoru recognises the poor timing of reminiscing over his ex on his way to a wedding.
word count: 8479
sugar on your tongue
summary: He isn't sure why provoking his best friend is so fun, but he can't stop himself from adding "thought I'd make something delicate, like you."
And yeah, he clearly has a death wish. Because Cherry's knuckles are still swollen from the last fight he got into, and he's suddenly crowding into Joe's space as he hisses "What did you just call m—" Joe picks up one of the desserts and pops it into his mouth before he can finish the sentence.
word count: 226
Does It Ever Stop?
summary: An exploration of what could have happened if Kaoru had been just a little less lucky. ( note: character death, made me cry lol)
word count: 881
How I Need You
summary: Kojiro takes Kaoru to the hospital and in his attempts to keep himself awake, Kaoru lets slip a few words that make Kojiro's heart leap.
word count: 3062
believe you when you say it like that
summary: “Carla,” Kojiro begrudgingly fits his thumb to the scanner outside Kaoru’s apartment.
“Joe.” Is it possible for an AI to sound disdainful?
But he’s let in anyway. He knows Kaoru well enough to duck, narrowly avoiding the beaded throw pillow Kaoru lobs at him.
word count: 2041
sunflower seeds
summary: A hacking cough, that’s what it is. Yellow petals with specks of blood, Kaoru didn't understand it at all.
(Or, Kaoru’s so hopelessly in love with someone, yet he doesn’t even know who he’s fallen for.)
word count: 6062
Do you still remember being young?
summary: “Remember when we were like that?” he asks his companion. Kaoru raises his sight from the glass of red wine between his fingers to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Young?” he replies, making Kojiro snort and roll his eyes.
“You just turned 30, Kaoru. You’re not old.”
word count: 903
hopeless and oblivious.
summary: “Wh- what?”
Adam doesn’t miss a beat.
“You’re hopeless. And oblivious.”
word count: 1120
can't sleep (without you)
summary: Joe wakes to the sound of his bedroom window creaking open. A moment later, his best friend is climbing through, all slender limbs and pink hair. And, okay, that's unexpected. Because it's nearly three o'clock in the morning, and more importantly, Joe's room is on the second floor.
"What the fuck, Cherry?"
Cherry closes the window with a shrug, "I couldn't sleep."
word count: 525
unexpected delivery
summary: In which Kaoru writes a love letter addressed to no one in particular that Kojiro happens to pick up one day.
word count: 2714
Things That We Have Been
summary: "I said, I overheard the kids and Shadow today. They were making a huge bet about us."
Kaoru hummed at that, his curiosity piqued a little. "What about us?"
"Langa said that we are dating, Reki said we're exes who still care about each other," Kojiro answered, opening his fingers one by one. "Miya, that little minx, said that we're still pining. Shadow said we're fuck buddies."
word count: 1877
A Magical City Called Paris
summary: "“I’m not a chicken!” Cherry snapped. Bingo. “And I’m not scared!”
Joe leaned forwards on the table, his face coming awfully close to Cherry’s as he smirked and said, “Then prove it.”
Cherry’s eyebrows shot up, then he frowned, grabbed his glass, gulped down the last of his drink and stood up.
“Fine,” he said. “Let’s go fucking dance, Kojiro.”"
*********
or, my version of what (really) happened on joe and cherry's alleged trip to paris.
word count: 2933
To the place where the sea sleeps
summary: " I love you, kojiro, " (note: character death)
word count: 783
Love Someone
summary: Kaoru brings dates to Kojiro’s restaurant but Kojiro often just whisks them away the moment they see him. Kaoru feigns annoyance, he couldn’t care less, and Kojiro’s just looking out for Kaoru, though he doesn’t want to admit it.
Alternately, two idiots think they’re smart but in reality, they’re just dumb childhood dorks in love with each other.
word count: 3049
endings (but also beginnings)
summary: "You're-" Reki starts, then stops, rocking back on his heels. "You're you."
Kojiro has no clue what that's supposed to mean. "I am?" he agrees, but it comes out sounding like a question.
He watches Reki fidget for a moment, clearly struggling to find the words he wants. "Um," he says. He's looking everywhere except his face. "How do you... how do you come out to someone?"
word count: 4063
only wanna be with you
summary: Taking a trip to Vegas. Drinking too much. Marrying your best friend. A tale as old as time.
The obligatory "we accidentally got married in Vegas" fic.
word count: 8641
i’ll make sure to add more at some point !! hope this is a good list for now :) feel free to leave your fics/recs in reblogs or replies !! i’ll check them out :)
#fic recs#sk8 the infinity#sk8#matcha blossom#matchablossom#sk8 cherry blossom#cherry blossom#joecherry#kaoru sakurayashiki#cherry blossom x joe#cherry
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New Beginnings Ch. 3
Female reader x Liu Kang/Kung Lao (Not sure which yet)
Wow, guys. Thanks so much for all your kind words, favorites, reblogs, and follows! I didn't think this fic would do well. But I'm glad I was wrong!
Someone had asked about being added to a tag list for updates. I'm certainly willing to add one! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for future updates. I'll try and make sure I get everyone.
Without further ado, here's the much requested chapter 3!
You didn't sleep worth a damn that night. Not only was your anxiety running wild, but it gave you nightmares of being killed in fights your subconscious conjured up by remembering what Raiden told you about Mortal Kombat.
That… And this wasn't your bed.
You managed to fall asleep early into the morning.
A harsh knock banged on your door. You nearly jumped out of your skin as it woke you. Wide-eyed, you sat straight up in your bed and watched the door as if it was about to attack you.
Another harsh knock startled you. Quickly you got to your feet and answered the door. Kung Lao stood in front of you, an impatient look on his face. A large black, brimmed hat was on his head… was it made of metal? "Put on a gi," he ordered.
Your brows bunched.
One of his brows rose quizzically.
"What?" You said. You could feel how dry your throat was. God, you needed a drink.
Lao inhaled sharply. With a nod he gestured vaguely for you to step back. You did, and he stepped past you to the wooden chest at the foot of your bed. With a swift kick the top swung open. You stepped over to look inside and saw a small selection of clothes, very plain, but similar to Lao's and Liu's that you remembered. There was also a long, simple gown that you guessed was for sleeping. That would have been nice to know about last night. Lao reached in and pulled out a gi. He tossed it on your bed. "That is a gi," he told you, turning his attention back to you. "Put this on, then step outside into the hall. I'm training you this morning."
You brushed a hand through your hair and realized it was a mess. Bed head. Your fingers tried combing out the knots as you looked at him. "When's breakfast?" You asked. Really. Food sounded good. You hardly ate last night.
"After your morning training," Lao said.
"Why after?"
"Because it is. Wake up. Train first. Then breakfast. Then train again. Lunch. Train. Dinner," he listed off. "After dinner you can do whatever you like, but you'd be wise to rest up. You're going to be sore."
Your jaw hurt as it clenched. "Everyday?"
"Everyday."
"Even weekends?"
"Everyday," he repeated sternly.
You almost groaned.
"Unless you'd rather give up and go home?" He mocked.
God, would you. Home sounded great.
But you were needed here. Raiden needed your help to fight Shang Tsung. Sure, you were useless right now. And sure, he gave you a choice to not be involved, but Raiden had been able to paint a very real picture of what Earth would be like if Shang won Mortal Kombat just one more time… Earth would be destroyed. Everything gone. You. Your home. Everyone.
"No," you said. "No, Raiden wants my help… Can't exactly tell a god ‘no.’" Was that defeat in your tone?
"Good. Now change," Lao said as he turned and stepped out of your room, closing the door behind him.
It only took you a minute to get changed. The gi felt strange. You weren’t used to such loose clothing, but you did like that it let your body breathe. Stepping out into the hall, you saw Lao leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked you up and down, then nodded in approval before turning and walking down the hall. You followed, but kept your distance.
“Can I get something to drink?” You decided to ask after a moment of silence.
“We’ll have water there,” He said, glancing back at you.
“Is Liu going to be there?” You asked.
“Already don’t like me?” Lao asked.
“He’s just not an asshole to me,” you quipped, and immediately regretted it as Lao stopped in his tracks. Goosebumps covered your arms and neck.
“I’ve been called worse,” He simply said and continued walking.
A relieved breath escaped you. You saw that going differently in your head. You expected some shouting. But he just… accepted it.
The rest of the walk was in silence as he led you to an open area, sand covering the ground, pillars to the left and right. An array of training dummies and tools were placed around the sand. This was a fighting arena, you realized. And it had a view...
You slowed your pace. Oh no. Not a view. And this one didn’t have any sort of railing. It just dropped off! Oooh fuck this, you thought and stepped back even though the ledge was about a hundred feet away.
“Come here!” Lao called over as he stood in the center of the arena.
You didn’t move. Moving to him would put you closer to the ledge. No way.
But he grew impatient again. His voice raised and it echoed through the ravine. "COME. HERE!"
Those goosebumps came back. Hesitating, you slowly made your way over to him.
"Good. Sit."
You did. Right in the sand. Lao took his hat off and swung it down. You jumped as he made a deep line in the sand not even an inch from you. The sound of metal grating the sand sent a shiver through you.
"This is Lord Raiden’s arena. Each day you will step closer to that ledge," he said, not having to point to it. "You will learn to meditate and control your fear until you can sit on that edge comfortably."
Oh no.
"Are you ready?” He asked.
“No…”
“Good.” It was like he heard you say ‘yes’ instead. You groaned and he slipped his hat back on his head and secured the strap under his chin. “Sit with your legs crossed. Like Buddah.”
You moved your legs, sitting as you knew ‘criss-cross applesauce,’ but Buddah style did sound more mature.
“Close your eyes, straighten your back, and rest your hands on your knees.”
You did, but felt him close in on you, then his hand on your shoulder. Goosebumps again. A knot in your stomach. Grip firm, he pulled you back slightly, straightening you out more. You opened one eye to glance up at him, seeing a focused look to his eyes as he critiqued your posture silently. His eyes then shifted to your open one.
“Close your eyes,” he repeated. That impatient tone returned.
You did. You felt him step away.
“What do you see?”
“What?” Your eyes were closed. You saw nothing! What kind of question was—
“What do you see?”
“Nothing,” You said in annoyance.
“Do you see the ledge?”
You hesitated. “No.”
“It’s about seventy feet away from you.”
Your jaw stiffened.
“The drop is miles deep.”
Your fingers curled into your knees.
“If you'd fall off, you’d die.”
You took a shaky breath as panic began building in the pit of your stomach. That’s when you remembered you didn’t have your anxiety medication here… wherever here was.
“These are facts. There is nothing you can do about them.”
Now came that helpless feeling.
“Relax.”
You couldn’t. The images of the ravine, the ledge, and you falling to your death were flashing in your mind.
“Relax,” Lao repeated and you could feel him come closer again.
“I can’t,” You admitted.
“You can.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Stop thinking about it.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I can’t.” Your tone became defiant. You could feel a presence circle you slowly.
“Focus on the sand under you. The wind as it blows around you. My voice. You are not falling. You are sitting on the ground. Safe.”
You tried. You really did. But the ledge had its grip on your attention.
“What are you doing?”
“Freaking out…”
“What are you doing?”
You hesitated. “Sitting in the sand.”
“Are you falling?”
“No.”
“Are you going to fall?”
“No.”
“Breathe.”
You took a hard, deep breath.
“Feel the air fill your lungs then leave as you slowly exhale. Feel your chest expand and contract. Focus on what’s real.”
You took another breath, and did your best to breathe out slowly. It still shook.
“Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
You took another breath. You kept taking breaths. You kept trying to focus on the air and your chest, and not the death trap this arena was with an open ledge into the ravine. Would you even feel it when you hit the bottom? Or would you die in mid-fall?
Lao tapped your shoulder. “Focus.” He must have noticed.
You weren’t sure how long it’d been. You’d gotten tapped, reminded, and straightened several times. But by now, your breath wasn’t shaking anymore. You could swear your lungs had grown. Your breaths were deeper as you fought to focus. You could even feel the heat of the rising sun kiss your face and arms. Eventually, the ledge faded away from your mind and Kung Lao told you to stop.
“Open your eyes.”
You did. A blue-ish hue tinted the world as your eyes adjusted to the light.
“Relax.”
You let your back slouch again and stretched your fingers out.
“How do you feel?”
“Stiff.” You cracked your knuckles and rolled your shoulders and neck.
“Get up. Stretch.”
You rose to your feet and rubbed your face. Turning around to face him, you stretched your arms behind your head. He was sitting on the steps leading to the sand pit, leaning back against a pillar, very much relaxed as he watched you. You had been out here in the middle of the arena all by yourself. For how long, you weren’t sure. Turning back around, you looked out at the ravine.
“Scared?” Lao asked, not moving from the steps.
Weirdly, not so much. “Not as much…”
“Good. Tomorrow morning you will be a step closer. We’ll do this again.”
“Until I’m out there…” You looked at the very edge and imagined sitting there, knees almost hanging off the ledge, alone… What if a strong wind blew you over? What if he tried to straighten you up but accidentally pushed you? Oh, there was that panic again. You turned away, breath starting to shake again as you hurried towards the safety of the steps.
Lao had watched you. He noticed your breath shake again even from several feet away. You’d almost thrown yourself into another panic. “Breathe,” he coached. “You got a while before you’re there.”
You nodded. He was right. He’d said you were about seventy feet from the edge. If you only took a step closer each day, that meant it was about sixty days away. Give or take. Okay. Two months. Two months sounded do-able. You pulled your shoulders back tight. Your upper spine cracked and popped with tension. You’d feel better once you got away from here.
“Thirsty?”
You looked over to him and he pointed up the stairs. Following his gesture, you found a clay pitcher and cups on a table. You’d forgotten just how thirsty you were, and now your throat felt sore.
After climbing the steps, you poured yourself some water and felt it rush all the way down to your empty stomach.
“You’re horrible at meditation,” Lao said, breaking the silence.
You looked back at him.
He just grinned at you.
You rolled your eyes and turned away. Of course you were horrible at it. It was your first time and you were in the middle of a panic attack.
Breakfast. Finally. Lao sat in his usual spot at the table. You sat across from him and looked at the array of food already set out. It was mostly vegetables and proteins… though no actual meat. Right, you thought. Monks. Monks were vegetarians weren’t they? Well… At least there were some eggs. You reached for the simple white rice to start off your plate.
“Take it easy on the rice,” Lao ordered, which made you look up to him with confusion. “Focus on vegetables and protein. You need to get into shape.”
Did he just call you fat? You glared at him, but it did nothing to move the critical look from his face. With an annoyed sigh, you slid some of the rice off your plate and back into the bowl. You looked back to him, as if to ask for some much unwanted approval. He nodded. You then filled your plate with vegetables and poached eggs. You didn’t care much for tofu or beans, so you ignored them.
“I’d kill for some pancakes,” you unknowingly whispered under your breath.
“If you kill Shang Tsung, I’ll get you all the pancakes you want,” Lao said, jarring you.
“Oh... Didn’t mean to say that out loud,” You admitted sheepishly.
“Offer still stands.”
You glanced to him and couldn’t help the grin that pulled your lips. Hearing the door open, your smile faded and you turned to look behind you. Liu Kang had walked in, flushed, face and arms glistening with sweat. He offered you a smile before sitting next to you.
“Good morning,” He said, not wasting time in filling his plate.
“‘Morning,” You greeted and watched him fill his plate with rice and beans. A bit of vegetables.
You looked back to Lao with furrowed brows. How come Liu could eat all the carbs?
Lao noticed your fuss. He pointed his chopsticks at Liu, but looked at you. “He needs the energy.”
Liu, lost, looked up, then to you, then back to Lao.
“I told her to take it easy on the rice,” Lao explained.
“Ah,” Liu nodded. The gentleman that he was, he didn’t comment on your weight, but you felt it. Okay, you weren’t in the best shape. You didn’t have the six or eight packs you figured they had. But you weren’t fat… Right?
You looked down at your stomach, hidden under the baggy gi, and folded an arm over it tightly in a futile effort to hide it.
“Being a nurse, I’d think you’d know about nutrition,” Lao judged, mouth full.
You huffed. You got it. You were fat. Okay. Shut up, Lao. “Being a nurse, I hardly have the time to cook for myself,” You defended.
“Lucky for you, you don’t have to cook here. The monks will. Shouldn’t be an issue anymore. No excuses,” Lao said.
“Yeah… Lucky me,” You said, still annoyed. You began to eat, starting with the vegetables.
Liu, again being the saint he was, had decided to change the subject. “How was morning meditation?”
When you didn’t say anything, Lao answered for you. “Fine.”
That caught you off guard. Fine? He told you you were horrible!
“Really?” Liu’s interest was piqued.
“Her posture needs work, and her mind isn’t yet disciplined enough. But she did fine.”
“That’s great.” Liu looked to you.
You bit your tongue, but couldn’t hold it. “You said I was horrible,” you said to Lao.
Lao grinned and filled his mouth with food.
What was this? A give and take? Or take and give? Tell you you’re horrible, then say you were fine?
“I’m sure he was only kidding,” Liu suggested.
“Was I?” Lao questioned with an inflection, which earned him a stern look from Liu. Lao’s grin only grew.
Liu sighed in accepted defeat. “How did you sleep, Y/N?”
“Awful,” you answered quickly.
“Oh?” Liu frowned.
“Yeah.”
“Anxiety?” Liu asked.
You nodded. “And nightmares. And it wasn’t my bed. Always takes me a while to get used to a new bed.”
“Well, yesterday must have been stressful enough,” Liu reasoned.
“Bit of an understatement,” You mumbled before filling your mouth.
“Did you decide if you were going to stay?”
Lao answered before you could swallow. “She’s staying.”
Liu looked so relieved to hear that, but looked back to you for confirmation. “Is that true?”
You nodded.
A smile came to his face, the smile you liked. So sincere. So real. “Thank you.”
You looked to your food. You didn't feel much like talking anymore as thoughts raced through your mind. Now it was concrete. You were staying. You were crazy, but you were staying.
Liu was training you now. This was a different arena. It had a view, but the walls were high enough that you didn’t mind. Still sand on the ground, it looked like a smaller version of the colosseum… but without the thousands of seats surrounding you, and more oblong. A huge statue of Raiden sat off to the side, just outside the arena, in a fighting stance seeming to watch your every move. On the other side, some other statue, ready to fight Raiden. You quickly realised they were two parts of a monument. Some fight that had happened. Who won, you wondered.
“Time to test your might,” Liu said.
“What?” you turned away from the statues to look at him.
“Have you ever had lessons in self defense?”
“Uh. No. Not really. Remember? No experience.”
He nodded and walked over to you. So you were starting at square one. He could handle that. “Try and hit me,” He told you.
“What? No.” You stared at him as if he was crazy.
“The best way to learn is to practice. And the best way for me to gauge just what you can do is for you to try and hit me.”
“I’m not going to hit you, Liu.”
“And what do you intend to do when Mortal Kombat begins?”
Okay. You had to admit. He had you there. You wouldn’t be much use if you couldn’t fight. You sighed in your defeat and looked him over. He took no particular stance. He just stood there, eyes locked on you.
Okay. You could do this. Not like you could hurt him. You doubted you could hit that hard anyway. Without much warning, you swung a fist. Unsurprising, he dodged it easily. You swung again. He dodged. You tried a kick. He blocked. You still weren’t surprised, but after a few more attempts, you were getting annoyed.
“I can’t hit you if you keep moving,” You hissed.
“Do you expect Shang Tsung’s fighters to just stand still and let you hit them?”
Again, he had a point. You kept trying. You kept failing.
“Keep going,” Liu coached gently as he gracefully dodged your futile attacks.
You took turns pushing each other across the sand pit. You would push him to one end, then he would take the offensive, and you would dodge, backing you up to the other end. You knew he wasn’t really trying, he hadn’t even broken a sweat while you were sure you dripping. Eventually you stopped. You walked away and gave him a ‘time-out’ sign as you leaned back against a wall. Heavy breath after heavy breath came out of you. You really were out of shape. Fuck it. You gestured your forfeit vaguely as Liu walked towards you.
“Not bad,” He offered.
A single, exhausted, “Ha!” escaped you. Yeah right. You were awful.
“You’ll get better.”
“Maybe in a hundred years,” you only half joked.
“If you stay determined,” He joked back. It earned him another laugh from you and he smiled in that small victory. “Between myself and Lao, you’ll be in shape within a few months.”
“If you two don’t kill me in the process.” Again, only a half joke.
“I assure you, we will not kill you,” He said, that sincerity in his voice. “However, you may feel as though we have.” That wasn’t a joke.
You groaned. You already felt that. “Can I just go back to meditating? I can handle that.”
“I think you deserve a small rest. We can meditate until your breathing comes down,” He’d accepted and gracefully fell to the sand. His legs went into the Buddah-like position, but instead of his hands on his knees, he held one up as if to pray and the other gripped the prayer beads that hung from his wrist.
You slid down the wall and positioned your legs. Your hands went to your knees, and you leaned on them. Liu didn’t seem to mind that your posture wasn’t correct, and you were thankful for it. You just allowed yourself to relax and closed your eyes.
Alright, you thought. You remembered what Lao had told you only a few hours earlier. Focus on what’s real. The sand. The wind. The air in your lungs. Breathe. And you did. You focused on all of it… Which quickly backfired.
Okay. Focus on one thing. You focused on the air. It was so dry. It was dry earlier too, but you’d forgotten during breakfast. Were you in a desert? The Sahara? Would explain the quietness of the place. And come to think of it, you hadn’t even seen a plane in the sky since you got here. Where did the water you’d been drinking come from? It had to come from somewhere. The ground? Maybe there was a well here. Where? But wait, you had a bathroom in your room. It didn’t have a tub or shower, but the toilet and sink did work. Was there plumbing? There had to be if the sink and toilet worked.
“Your mind is wandering,” Liu said softly, bringing you out of your thoughts.
“Yeah,” You answered, keeping your eyes closed. You straightened up. “Sorry.”
“What were you thinking about?” He asked curiously.
“Nothing. It’s fine. Sorry.”
“Tell me,” he pushed gently.
You breathed a laugh nervously. Well, if he insisted... “Just wondering if there was plumbing in this place.”
Liu didn’t say anything for a good minute, which prompted a knot to build in your stomach. God, you were stupid.
Then you heard a soft laugh. You opened your eyes to see Liu chuckling to himself. That knot melted away along with some tension in your shoulders. You smiled, then shared in the laugh.
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