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rozcdust · 3 years ago

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Murder on my mind

Pairing: Petshop trio x gn!reader

Genre: Crack, Soulmate AU

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, violence, bodily harm, suggestive, profanity

Synopsis: Your soulmate is a fucking asshole and you’re absolutely tired.

pt. 1 | pt. 2

“Listen-“ Chifuyu was interrupted by a punch in the face, “Okay, I deserved that-“

Another landed on his temple, and he stumbled back, holding his face.

“That still hurts even if you-“

“DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE!?” You were screaming, absolutely furious, turning towards Baji to kick his shins, sending him sprawling on the ground.

They felt slightly bad, knowing the extend of injuries they caused you, so they let you go on your little murder rampage without offering much of a fight.

You kicked Baji’s ribs for good measure.

“So could we talk about this or-“ Tora tried, but you pounced on him in a second, punching him, ignoring the way your nose started gushing even more blood.

It was probably broken at this point, but you didn’t care, you had to get 13 years of pent up frustration and pure rage out, goddammit.

“Okay now you’re going overboard-“ Chifuyu tried to get you off Kazutora, but only ended up on the ground as well, getting kicked repeatedly.

“Overboard? OVERBOAD?! MOTHERFUCKER CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT THE FUCK IT WAS LIKE- YOU KNOW THE KIND OF MONEY I SPENT ON BANDAGES? I GOT FUCKING STABBED BECAUSE OF YOU FUCKERS!”

Tora held his nose, sheepishly looking away from you.

“Yeah, that was kinda my fault.”

You stopped your attempt to make sure Chifuyu never has children to stare at him.

“You got stabbed?”

“Oh no, he stabbed me.” Baji raised his hand, still curled up on the ground holding his ribs.

You matched over to him to step on them further, enjoying the crack that came out of your own ribs.

Did this classify as self harm?

Probably.

Did you like the fact he is the one who’ll get to feel the pain until your ribs heal?

Fuck yes.

“Dude, you’re only hurting yourself.” Kazutora noted, getting up in a sitting position.

Round house kicking him in the face, sending him right back to where he was, you decided you were done, taking a step back to plop yourself on the ground and glare at the three men in front of you.

“You look fucked.” Baji noted, getting up as he held his ribs, cringing when you threw your bag at him.

You crossed your arms, hard glare switching between the three of them as you planned their murder.

“Explain yourselves.” Your voice was cold as you spat out the blood pooling in your mouth.

“Do you have to do that?” Chifuyu questioned, frustrated, propping himself up to glare at you, but that didn’t look all that impressive with him still holding his groin and squinting.

“I am currently planning how to make you disappear under mysterious circumstances. Me bleeding all over your fucking store is the least of your goddamn worries, bEsTIe.” You screeched, throwing a bottle of formula for kittens at him.

Chifuyu only offered you a confused glance as Tora groaned next to him.

“Again, my fault.” Tora’s eyes were closed into a frown as he raised his hand from the floor.

“Is everything your fault?”

“Mostly.”

Baji finally managed to get up fully, stumbling over to the counter to get you a tissue, and as he tried to hand it to you, you had to contain the urge to bite his fucking finger off.

“I still want an explanation.” You huffed, grabbing the tissue to dab up the blood which now started dripping onto your shirt.

“So we were in a gang when we were younger-“

“YOU WHAT?!” You jumped up, Baji holding you back to stop you from kicking Chifuyu’s face in.

“Yea, so, sorry about all that?” Kazutora offered, now sitting down with his legs crossed, cringing with every movement.

Excellent.

You wanted them to suffer and burn in the pits of fucking hell.

“Do you think a sorry is gonna fucking cut it?” You glared, leaning your head down so as to not choke on your own blood.

“Is it a sorry enough we let you kick the shit out of us? We got better, didn’t we?” Chifuyu tried, but got your pocket knife flying at him.

You regretted not stabbing any of them.

Sitting down, you glared as you unbuttoned your shirt, revealing the hickeys and bite marks covering your neck and chest, allowing them to speak for themselves.

“So not better, but-“

“No buts.” You gritted out, glaring at Baji as he sat down next to you, just out of arm’s reach.”

“You three assholes- Do you fucking- Where do I even fucking start? You made me go to the ER every fucking day, use concealer by the bucket WHICH WAS FUCKING EXPENSIVE-“ Your voice was growing into frantic screaming by the millisecond, “STILL DO BECAUSE I HAVE YOUR FUCKING HICKEYS ALL OVER ME YOU! YOU HORNY MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING WHORE-“ You took a breath, “NOT TO FUCKING MENTION THE AMOUNT OF BANDAIDS AND BANDAGES AND FUCKING RUBBING ALCOHOL- AND THE TATTOO-“

“Again, me.” Tora bashfully admitted.

He was testing his luck because he thought you had nothing to throw at him anymore.

He thought wrong.

As your phone connected with his head, he realised nothing is holy to you and he should probably be very, very afraid.

You took a deep breath.

And then another.

And another.

And then you jumped at Baji to punch him.

Now you were done.

“You met us 10 minutes ago and already slutshaming us?” Chifuyu tried, jokingly, but shut up when he saw the murder in your eyes.

“So,” Baji started, offering you another tissue. “Apology over dinner?”

You snorted, accepting it.

“I don’t even know your names and I plan to kill you in your sleep.”

“I’m Kazutora.”

“Guilty for everything, cool, thanks asshole.”

“Baji.”

“Fuck you, I’ll stab you again.”

“You already broke my rib.”

“I broke my fucking rib, don’t try me bitch, I will pull out your spine and beat you to death with it.”

“And your name? Or do I just…” Chifuyu trailed off, forming finger guns, winking, “Call you ours?”

He was lucky Baji held you back.

Again.

He was quickly becoming number one on your murder list.

“All of you are inconsiderate, insensitive, self centred, selfish fucking assholes and I will go to fucking church just to pray that you end up in hell.”

“Ouch.”

“YOU WANT ANOTHER OUCH MOTHERFUCKER?!”

Kazutora quickly shook his head no.

You sighed, exhausted.

“I’m y/n.”

“Well. Nice to meet you y/n.” Chifuyu awkwardly waved, trying to not shrink under your murderous gaze.

“About that dinner…” Baji raised an eyebrow, chuckling nervously as you turned towards him, your teeth gritted.

You honestly looked terrifying with blood all over your hands and face, hints of bruises already forming all over your skin.

“Take me to the hospital first.”

“Deal, bestie.” Kazutora joked as he got up, your house keys quickly meeting his face, “Seriously, how much shit do you have in your pockets?”

His question was answered by a fidget spinner.

“Babe, do you still want to kill us?” Baji asked, looking up at you, his hands wrapped around your waist as all four of you were sprawled on their bed, your head on Kazutora’s chest, Chifuyu’s legs tangled with yours.

“Every day.”

“You should forgive us for that already.” Kazutora softly stroked your shoulder, flinching when your glare turned towards him.

“I will forgive you when I see you freezing in the 9th circle of hell with Lucifer.”

“You love us.” Chifuyu mumbled, half asleep, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I hate you and hope you die a painful and miserable death.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He sighed, tilting your chin towards him, planting a soft kiss filled with nothing but adoration on your lips.

“I want a kiss too.” Baji pouted, licking your neck.

“I will bite your fucking lips off.”

“Kinky.”

“I will smother you in your sleep.”

“Love you too, baby.”

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a/n: quality writing and accurate fighting scenes? with plot? in this economy? never 😤

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countryclubkillanowhuh · 3 years ago

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Halloween

established relationship rafebarry

(Rafe is kind of ooc in this because this fic is technically set in the timeline of a longer fic that I am writing where Rafe never killed Peterkin and Ward went to jail. I’m not super into how I wrote him but it took to long to write this for me to go back and change it.)

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“I ain’t dressin’ up.”

“What! Barry you have to! The Tannyhill halloween party is like one of the biggest events of the year. No way you come without a costume on.”

“No, Sarah. Shits for little kids and rich chicks looking for an excuse to dress all slutty and get trashed. I don’t want no part of that.” Barry argued, for the fourth time today. The entire group had been trying to convince him all week to come to this stupid ass, Kook ass party. He hadn’t given in until Rafe hunkered down on the idea and did some pretty serious convincing, the boy could be persuasive when he tried.

Especially since, when it came to persuading Barry, he really didn’t have to try that hard.

Now, however, the man was determined to stand his ground. If he was going to be forced into going to some party full of rich teenagers he absolutely was not budging on his decision to go as himself.

“Yeah Barry, everyone else is going to be dressed up. It won’t be any fun if you’re the only one who isn’t.” Barry decided it was easier to just ignore JJ than try to explain for the thousandth time that it wasn’t going to be any fun either way.

When she realized that he wasn’t going to grace her friend with any sort of response, Sarah continued, “Come on Barry, even Rafe is dressing up.”

“That’s a nice try princess, but that ain’t gonna change the fact that i’m not doin’ it.”

He then looked around at the living room they were all sitting in, and was reminded that the only reason he ever even came to this god forsaken murder mansion, wasn’t even back from wherever the hell he went two hours ago. “Where is he anyways? Didn’t he say he’d be back in 30 like 120 ago?”

The question was directed at Sarah and Kiara considering them and Barry had been the only ones here when Rafe left.

“He’s probably picking up his costume from the dry cleaners.” Kiara answered, “You know those assholes always take way longer than they need to.”

“No actually, I wouldn’t know that Kiara, cause I don’t take shit to the cleaners. Hold on, he already has his costume? Halloween isn’t for another two weeks.”

“Yeah, are you new? Halloween is Rafe’s favorite holiday, he goes all out. Every year he plans his costume at least a month in advance. He doesn’t ever tell anyone what it is until the night of though, he always makes it into some sort of dramatic reveal.” Sarah explained.

“Oh, so imagine how happy he’d be if his brand new boyfriend dressed up with him for their first halloween as a couple.” JJ inputted.

“How much do you think Rafe would appreciate an act of devotion like that JJ?”

“Oh I don’t know Pope. He’d probably appreciate it a lot if you get my meaning.”

“Do you two ever shut up?” They both shook their heads at Barry’s question, proud grins on their faces as if that was just the reaction they were hoping for. “Halloween? Is Rafe Cameron’s favorite holiday? Really?”

“Yeah. How don’t you know that?” John B asked, “I don’t even like Rafe and I know that.”

“I thought that was how he convinced you to come to the party.”

“Uh, no, Sarah that’s not how he did it.”

Barry explained, hoping that the middle Cameron wouldn’t push for a better explanation of just how exactly her brother had done what the rest of them had deemed impossible.

But, of course, since Barry luck was against him, the next words out of the girls mouth were, “Okay then how did he convince you to come?”

“He used a more….physical persuasion technique.”

The resulting sound of John B, JJ, and Pope’s whoops and hollers was suddenly harmonized with the sound of a certain dirt bike speeding into the driveway.

They all turned to face the front door as the topic of conversation himself walked in, carrying a big black clothing bag over his shoulder.

“Umm.. hello? When did you all get here?”

Rafe greeted, looking skeptically at the three boys who hadn’t been at Tannyhill when he left.

“Sarah called them over to talk group Halloween costumes like an hour ago.” Kie answered.

“And they’ve all be talking to you this whole time Bear?”

“Yup. This is what you abandoned me with. I hope you feel bad about it.” Barry quipped, trying not react to the most recent of nicknames for him that Rafe had been trying out since they got together.

He’d hated all the previous attempts and requested that Rafe never call him them again. The current one wasn’t awful though, so he hadn’t said anything about it. He figured the silence was confirmation enough, because that’s the only one Rafe had used since.

“I would’ve taken you with me but this is top secret so…” He trailed off, shaking said top secret clothing bag in front of himself to show what he was talking about.

“That a suit or somethin,? You got some sort of event comin up that you ain’t told me about?” Barry refused to believe that his boyfriend actually had a two week early costume in that bag despite what the others had said.

“Nope. Halloween costume, I always get them in really early so I can be prepared. Do you know what your gonna be yet? Cause if not you should figure it out soon, all the good costumes will be gone if you wait until last minute.”

All Barry could do for a second was blink in shock at the fact that Sarah and the rest of the Pogues weren’t fucking with him. Rafe really did like Halloween that much.

When he finally could speak all he managed was a short “No not yet.” before slipping back into his shocked state.

“Okay, Bear. Let me know if you need any help coming up with something yeah? I’ll be right back, just gonna go hang this up.”

Everyone was silent as Rafe left and made his way to what used to be his room,Barry finally turning to face the rest of the living rooms inhabitants when he could no longer hear footsteps going up the stairs.

When he did so, Sarah was looking at him like she’d just won a years long bet.

Reluctantly sighing, he addressed the members of the room, “Y’a know what? Fuckin’ fine. But I ain’t puttin no effort into finding a damn costume.”

At that Sarah’s grin only grew impossibly wider, “Leave that to me and Wheezie. We’ll find something perfect.”

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That’s how, the day of the party, Barry found himself in the middle of the youngest Camrons room, legs cold from the shorts he was wearing, while Sarah attempted to detangle his hair with the brush they’d requested he bring, Wheezie observing the whole thing from where she was seated on her bed.

“Bitch, if you don’t stop yankin’ my hair out imma kill you.”

“Quit whining Barry, i’m not even pulling that much you’re just tender headed or something. I swear your hair is worse than when we started though.”

“That’s cause you ain’t fuckin’ doing it right. And I ain’t tender headed, ask yo’ brother.”

He argued.

At that Sarah pulled even harder on the knot she had been working on that Barry’s pretty sure she created in the first place, “Gross, Barry. Don’t say stuff like that around Wheezie.”

“Not like I don’t know, they stay the night here sometimes remember? Rafe’s old room is right down the hall.” Wheezie provided, causing Barry to make a mental note to tell Rafe to keep it down next time they stayed here.

Sarah ripped another lock of hair out in response before Barry snatched the brush away from her and started brushing his own damn hair. She must’ve been taking forever on purpose or something because he got the few knots out in a total of 2 minutes.

Once it was brushed Sarah took over again, pulling his shoulder length hair into a loose bun at the base of his neck, leaving pieces out in the front to ‘frame his face’ whatever the hell that means.

When he was finally deemed ready by the sisters, Wheezie got up off her bed and led Barry towards the floor to ceiling mirrors that made up her closet door.

“I look stupid.”

“No you don’t!” Sarah hit his shoulder to emphasize her argument. “You look hot.”

“I’m telling you, I snuck into Rafe’s old room a few days ago and looked at his costume. This one will go perfectly with his, he’s going to love it.” Wheezie added, gesturing with her hands towards the costume on Barry’s body.

“I highly doubt Rafe Cameron loves anything about his boyfriend bein’ dressed as a cop. In fact I’m pretty sure there ain’t no one Rafe hates more then those assholes.”

“It’ll go with his, trust me. And besides even if it didn’t, you’re not just a cop, you’re a sexy cop. At least that’s what it said online when I bought it.” Wheezie continued.

Barry thought about that for a moment before including , “Yeah, that’s another thing. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the fact that you, a 13 year old girl, bought me, a 25 year old man, a costume that was advertised as ‘sexy’. “

“Okay, then just don’t think about it as being weird, think about it as your boyfriends little sisters being super supportive of your new relationship. Now, Rafe is probably already waiting for us downstairs so…..buck up buttercup.” Sarah said, pushing the older man out of the bedroom door into the hallway towards the stairs.

Barry didn’t know what it was that he expected Rafe to be dressed as but this sure as hell wasn’t it. Barry’s costume had also been kept secret from Rafe, causing them both to let out surprised laughs when he, Sarah, and Wheezie joined the rest of the party downstairs.

“Look at you! Is that one of them mugshot signs around yo’ neck, Country Club?”

“Yeah, it’s authentic too. The station let me keep it after I got arrested for public indecency a few years ago.”

At Barry’s surprised look the younger of the two elaborated, “Topper and Kelce dared me to streak at this stupid party we were at and I was drunk and multiple kinds of high so…”

Barry just laughed stating that he shouldn’t even be surprised cause that sounds that some shit Rafe would do sober.

“Anyways enough about me, what are you wearing?” Rafe continued, giving his boyfriend a once over that slowed when it reached his uncovered legs.

Barry noticed, but decided not to say anything about it, instead joking, “Well mine ain’t nearly as authentic.”

“No, I don’t think those shorts are very cohesive with our local law enforcements strict dress code.” Rafe replied, slowly bringing his attention back up to Barry’s face.

“You don’t think so? I coulda sworn I saw Shoupe walkin’ around with a pair just like this on last week.” Barry couldn’t help but feel accomplished at his boyfriends responding laugh. “No but seriously, I’m never trusting your sisters with dressin’ me ever again. I’m pretty sure the two of them hate me, puttin’ me in shit like this.”

“Oorrr, more likely theory, my sisters just love me and want me to be happy, and are using you in a tiny pair of tan shorts to accomplish that goal.” Rafe grinned, “You look so fucking good by the way, I didn’t expect you to actually dress up, you hate Halloween.”

“Yeah well you like it so I figured why not. Also the idiot brigade spent hours trying to convince me that you secretly wanted me to.”

“Well I will potentially have to thank them, assuming I can bring myself to talk to them long enough to do so. Wheeze and Sarah did great though, you look hot as fuck and you still managed to look like a proper cop despite the shorts. You have the handcuffs and everything.” Rafe observed, pointing at said handcuffs hanging from one of the unnecessary belt loops sewn into the shorts.

“You look good too, baby. But you did that all by yo’self so I guess i’ll have to find a way to thank you later. And yep, they work too, according to the website, came with a set of keys and everything.”

Rafe raised his eyebrows at that, “The fuck did my sisters buy you? Don’t lose those keys though, we might need them later when you’re thanking me.”

Barry couldn’t help but let out another laugh, “Well then, maybe this costume ain’t so bad after all.”

“See, I told you Halloween can be fun.” Rafe said smug smile on his face due to getting Barry to admit he wasn’t having an awful time like he thought he would.

“Only cause i’m spending it with you, Country Club. I still hate it otherwise.” Barry said, finally leading them both away from the stairs and towards the rest of the party.

#rafebarry #rafe cameron #barry obx #halloween #don’t tell me #it’s bad #i’ll cry #sarah cameron #wheezie cameron #jj maybank #pope hayward #kiara carrera #john b routledge

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hellimagines · 4 years ago

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Indebted to You -- Barry OBX

Masterlist

Summary: As JJ Maybank’s older sister it’s always been your top priority to protect your little brother. Even if that means easing your father’s temper by indebting yourself to Outerbanks’ top dealer.

Warnings: child abuse, frequent dr*g mention and dr*g dealing (of the non-oui’d variety), paying off someone else’s debt non-conventionally

Pairing: Barry x fem!Maybank!reader

Word Count: 2.4K

DISCLAIMER: Please, for the love of fuck, DO NOT do hard dr*gs just because you think they’re ‘cool’ or because you think dating a dealer is ‘cool’. Believe me when I tell you that neither of those things are cool, and that is NOT what I am trying to get across with this story; I don’t condone hard dr*g use.

A/N: This is something I pulled out of my ass because I wanted to write for Barry really bad, but I didn’t have any ideas. It has potential but I’m not sure if it’s gonna go anywhere. Also, Barry may be a little OOC since we don’t get much from his character. Anyway, I hope you guys like this and let me know what you think!

You released a slow, aggravated huff while staring down at your drunken father. He sat hunched over on the couch, with his elbows digging into his knees and his gaze trained on the coffee table before him. Behind you, your younger brother was curled into an armchair with a frozen bag of expired peas pressed against his left eye and a bloody tissue under his nose. You yourself had a welt already throbbing and beginning to swell on your cheekbone, but you ignored it in favor of kicking your dad’s limp foot. His head shot up, neck cracking with the unexpected speed, and narrowed his eyes at you dangerously.

“You had some nerve steppin’ in on something that wasn’t your business. What’ve I told you ‘bout stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong?” he snarled while attempting to stand, but was pathetically unsuccessful due to his inebriated state. All he managed to do was stumble and fall back down on the couch with a grunt.

You rolled your eyes, “And what’ve I told you about mixing your whiskey and blow? I already have your grave dug outback, and the sooner you keep this shit going, the sooner I get to toss your ass inside it.” Luke scoffed at your words but didn’t offer a rebuttal as he flexed his bloody knuckles. “JJ didn’t touch the fucking money-- I’ve been keeping ahold of it so nothing goes missing before I head to Barry’s. You’d remember that if you weren’t fucking high or drunk all the time. JJ’s got his own job and is making his own money, he doesn’t need to jack your rolled bills for anything.”

You pulled out a wad of recently-flattened bills, shaking the cash in front of your dad’s face. It was roughly $600 that you had made the past weekend while bouncing from Kook party to Kook party. Luke’s eyes widened at the sight of the money and he instinctively reached out to grab it from you. Your arm jerked back and you clutched the wad tightly before shoving it back into the pocket of your leather jacket.

With a shake of your head, you looked over your shoulder and gave your brother a once over, nodding to yourself after assessing he wouldn’t be dropping dead anytime soon. “Why don’t you go to JB’s? I’ve got shit handled here and I heard the waves were supposed to be good before the sun sets.”

“You sure? I can go with you-”

“Over my dead body. I got involved in this so you didn’t have to. Scram, before I change my mind and make you clean the kitchen.” JJ frowned but did as he was told, depositing the peas back in the freezer before making his way out the front door. You turned back to your dad, who was now laying on the couch with an arm thrown over his face. “I don’t have many more runs to do before we’re out of this shit-eating debt you caused with Barry. Keep your paws off the cash and we won’t have any problems, okay? You can’t fuck this up before I manage to fix it. Please, dad,” you whispered pleadingly and lowered yourself to the edge of the coffee table.

Your dad peeked open an eye at you before laughing darkly. “You’re running the game, princess. The streets know you, but even worse, those rich Kooks know you and know what you have to offer. That won’t be forgotten, especially with how good you’ve been running that shit. You’re not gonna be getting out anytime soon, so what’s it matter if a couple twenties go missin’ or a gram gets cut on our table? Don’t piss Barry off and don’t get caught by the cops, and you’ll be set for life.”

“No, I’m not like you,” you growled as your lip curled into a sneer. “I don’t wanna keep dealing and end up bitter and angry and alone, like you. Once I’m finished working off your debt, I’m done.”

Luke shot up from the couch in the blink of an eye, towering over you while gripping your jaw tightly. You could feel his fingers painfully digging into your skin, pressing against your teeth, and making you wince. “Doesn’t matter what you fucking want. This isn’t your world, princess. Once people know who’s moving product in the streets, you’re stuck. So you may as well embrace the Maybank name and take what you can while you can. Now, be a good girl and go make daddy proud,” he hissed in your ear, before roughly letting go of your jaw by flinging your head to the side. You teetered off the edge of the table and fell to your side on the floor, but Luke didn’t spare you a second glance as he stepped over you and stumbled to his room.

After pushing yourself to your feet and massaging your sore jaw, you shot a glare toward the direction of your father’s room. “Fuck you,” you spat quietly before leaving the house and slamming the door shut behind you.

By the time you made it to Barry’s trailer, the sun had set and the small grassy area Barry called his ‘backyard’ was lit up with lights, noises, and people. You made your way around the trailer, nodding to a few people you recognized before you found Barry lounging in a lawn chair with a beer in his hand. His smile was wide and dirty as he laughed with the people surrounding him, seemingly at ease with everyone. When he noticed you walking toward him out of the corner of his eye, his smile brightened and he shouted out for you.

“Ay, look who it is!” he yelled, waving an arm out toward you while the others cheered at your arrival. “I was just thinkin’ about you, sweetheart. C’mon, sit down with me. I left a chair open just for you,” Barry smiled, gesturing to the black lawn chair beside him with a Mikes waiting in the arm pocket. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but to snicker softly at him and take the offered chair.

“What made you so certain I’d show up tonight?” you hummed teasingly while opening the spiked limeade that had been waiting for you.

Barry grinned over the lid of his beer, his brown eyes watching you intently as you drank from your bottle. “Because I know you, sweetheart. Sunday nights are your drop-off nights.” Your cheeks warmed at his comment, but you played it off with a scoff and shake of your head. “I wanted to make sure you were more comfortable tonight, so I kept that chair open for ya and grabbed your favorite while on a liquor run.”

A harsh scoff came from a chair on the other side of Barry, and you peeked around him to see who it came from. “Special privilege for his new fucktoy, what a surprise,” the voice muttered, and you recognized it as one of Barry’s frequent buyers, Sherry. You’d never had a conversation with the girl despite having gone to school with her in the past, and even though she was always at Barry’s get-togethers, she typically seemed more focused on her next fix rather than talking with anyone.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Barry snapped, turning to look at her with a clenched jaw. He seemed to purposefully be blocking her view of you, and you remained silent as the altercation unfolded.

“You know what it means,” she snapped back. “Whenever a new piece of trash starts selling for you, you put your dick in her and use her until another one shows up. But, you never bought them their favorite bitch-drink or saved them a seat, so what makes this one so much better, huh? Why does she get to sit in the big, nice chair next to you, but the rest of us have to have three-legged chairs and warm beers? What about her cunt makes her so much better?” Marie shouted, causing a couple of the others to whistle in disbelief.

Before Barry could respond, one of the boys in the circle spoke up. “Maybe it’s cause she’s not a psychotic bitch who snorts the blow instead of selling it.” You could hear Marie’s angry gasp at the diss, and when Barry gave her a pointed look rather than defending her, she flipped off the group before storming away.

“Remind me why we let Sherry stick around all the time?” Someone questioned as you idly picked at the label on your bottle.

“Because this ain’t a fuckin’ gated community,” Barry scoffed as though it was obvious. The other chuckled in agreement before the conversation picked up and everyone went back to their own thing. You cleared your throat awkwardly once the attention was off of you, not knowing how to respond-- or if you were even supposed to. Barry gave a deep sigh, “Sorry about that, sweetheart. Don’t listen to anything she said, Sherry just hasn’t been doing great since she lost custody of her son. You’re not a fucktoy and I ain’t got no intention of using you like that.”

“Don’t worry about it, she’s going through shit and I get it. I shouldn’t stay long anyway, Luke’s fucked off his ass and if I’m gone much longer he’ll flip,” you shrugged, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the cash as you spoke. “I made about $600 this weekend, and I know it’s not as much as it usually is, but someone had already hit up the beach and two of my usual places by the time I was able to start selling. So, I was stuck at Rafe’s party all of last night and only a handful of small pickups on Friday night.” You handed the wad over to Barry with an apologetic wince. “I still have some blow left over, so I’ll try and push a few eight-balls before the weekend. I’m sorry it’s not more.” Barry flicked through the cash quietly as you explained everything to him, before folding it into his pocket once it was all counted. He finished off his beer while looking you over, causing the nervous feeling in your stomach to grow.

“Sweetheart,” he began with a shockingly gentle sigh, “You ain’t gotta apologize for any of that shit. You’re cleaning up your daddy’s debt because he’s too useless to do it himself, yet you’re not bitter or angry at everyone because of it. I’ve heard of the way you stick by new users throughout the night, making sure they’re using safely and doing okay. You still go to your day job and take care of your brother and his shithead-friends despite being up past dawn most days. You’re doing great, and I don’t ever wanna hear you apologize for thinking you’re not doing enough.”

Your cheeks flamed and your eyes widened in shock as you spluttered helplessly at the man in front of you. “I wasn’t implying that I wasn’t doing enough! I just know how much my dad owes you, and $600 weekends are gonna take too long to pay it off.”

Barry raised an eyebrow at you before grabbing onto the arm of your chair and tugging you closer to him. You yelped at the sudden movement, bracing yourself for the inevitable collapse of you and your chair. Barry laughed loudly at you when you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the chair tightly, but there was no mirth or mock behind his laugh. Once the chair stopped moving and his laugh slowed to a chuckle, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Relax,” he chuckled, reaching out to move a strand of hair out of your face. “I wasn’t gonna let you fall, just wanted to talk to you better.”

“You could’ve just asked me to move closer,” you grumbled, casting your eyes to the side as your cheeks flushed. “And I told you I can’t stay long to chat.”

Barry gave you a nonchalant shrug, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, if your daddy’s got an issue with you keeping me company, I’ll just go and have a talk with him. I don’t want you worrying about him when you’ve got enough going on. Stay for a bit, sweetheart. I’ve got a whole cooler full of those Mikes, and you’re the only one I’m allowin’ to drink ‘em. If you really wanna go, I won’t stop you, but I want you to know that I don’t mind you stickin’ around me for a while.”

You bit your lip as you considered Barry’s offer, quietly looking out at the happy party-goers. It was calmer than any Kook party or Boneyard Blowout you had attended, and you had to admit that you loved the calm and welcoming atmosphere. Barry’s warm hand settled over your propped up knee, bringing your attention back to his hopeful eyes.

“Okay, fine,” you caved and Barry squeezed your knee in delight. “But, you have to go get me a drink. Sherry was right, this chair is comfortable as fuck and I don’t wanna get up.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Barry teased and patted your knee before leaving to grab your drink. You stared after him with a bashful smile, unable to help yourself as the nervous feeling in your stomach evolved into flustered butterflies.

‘Shit,’ you groaned to yourself, ‘I’ve got a schoolgirl crush on this motherfucker. I’m so screwed.’

#outerbanks #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks imagines #outerbanks x reader #obx #obx imagine #barry obx #barry outerbanks #barry obx imagine #barry obx x reader #barry outerbanks imagine #barry outerbanks x reader #obx barry #obx netflix

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flashfuture · 4 years ago

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Okay so I have a question. Is Oliver Queen a particularly shitty dad or something? Because I've seen him in a few comics, one of them with Connor, and honestly he seemed fine. Like I know him and Roy don't have a particularly great relationship, and Ollie kinda fucked up with him, but like is this just the case with Roy?

I'm asking this because people generally ignore this thing about Bruce, who has a been a mostly shitty dad for a while now, and generally make excuses for him, citing the fact that he wasn't always like this. Most fics featuring him show him as a good parent. But fanfic authors go out of their way to show Ollie as a terrible father, and an asshole in general, especially when pitted against Bruce? Why is it this way?

PS. I haven't read many Green Arrow comics.

Okay so this is gonna get long lol

Snowbirds Don’t Fly is where Roy is on heroin and there are many many misconceptions about this particular issue

#1 this was a PSA which means certain characters have to play a role even if it seems out of character

#2 That is the only time ever that Ollie has hit Roy. And Roy hit him back later not that this excuses it but yeah nowhere near anything like Bruce

#3 The whole kicked out of the house thing. Roy was an adult. A full-grown adult who lived on his own. Roy only got into heroin because Ollie left on a road trip thinking his kid would be fine

#4 Ollie himself is an alcoholic so say what you will but personally, I know addicts in families can get pissed when other people also get addicted to things just based on personal experience

#5 After fucking up Ollie went out of his way to learn everything he could about addiction and recovery. He went out of his way to earn Roy’s forgiveness and then a few years later Roy agreed to reconciliation. All this happened in the 70s and by the end of it Roy and Ollie were fine and firmly in the father-son category without much lingering animosity

But then the 90s and Chuck Dixon happened. Dixon hated Ollie. He wanted to kill Ollie. So he made Ollie as unbearable as possible. For example, Ollie who loves kids, always wanted kids pushed away Connor Hawke as soon as he learned it was his real son, ran off with eco-terrorists, and blew up in a plane crash. Really dumb story

Anyways after this Roy was heartbroken he’d lost his dad. Like they were really close and people really hang on to an argument/ fuck up that happened going on 50 years ago. While conversely as you said waving away arguments that have happened consistently and recently. And Bruce started being abusive in the 80s like full-on horrible dad after Jason died.

Then in 2001 ish Ollie is brought back to life. And he’s handed off to Judd Winick. Winick is a racist, sexist, and all-around bad writer. He’s noted for creating a black love interest for Ollie just to kill her brutally because of an argument with a Black Lightning writer.

The other thing is Winick played Ollie like a womanizer and a cheater. Birds of. Prey also ran with this because that series had a nasty habit of bashing men.

So basically Ollie was called a cheater for that time he was drugged and assaulted, kissed against his will by a teenager who he pushed off, and slept with a woman while he and Dinah weren’t dating. Cheating.... I can’t even explain the level of devotion to Dinah that Ollie displays. She is it for him really he isn’t even a flirt. Hal is the flirt.

Winick also whitewashed and sidelined Connor a bunch cause screw him right.

So that series did not shed a good light on Ollie and it’s sort of done damage to his rep when we should be ignoring it like we do with King’s work because it was that bad and ooc.

What was valid from that series was Ollie adopting Mia Dearden after seeing she could use a hand up from where was in life. What was valid was Ollie spending all the time he could with Connor because he missed out on his son's whole life. And spending time with Roy and his granddaughter Lian. Like Ollie loves kids he loves Dinah and he loves his family.

That’s who he is.

New52 is another reason. So Ollie got shafted and shafted hard.

He and Dinah weren’t dating at the start? I don’t think they were

Roy was no longer Ollie’s son but his co-worker

Connor and Mia just didn’t exist. Mia showed up for 6 issues and hasn’t since. Connor has only recently re-appeared in the Robin comic.

Ollie and Roy didn’t get along because Ollie fired Roy for drinking on the job and that was sort of it. They weren’t father and son here so it’s a weird idea to compare them to Jason and Bruce and if you look at canon Bruce is still the worse one

But Rebirth has reset Roy to being Ollie’s son and Ollie was crushed when Roy died. Is still crushed cause i don't think he knows Roy is alive.

Also Ollie is just like a generally good dude. He’s a genuine socialist and environmentalist. He uses his money when he’s got it to promote these things and sometimes blackmails corrupt rich people into supporting social services.

Like you know Dick saying he wants to be Blüdhaven’s safety net? That is a page right out of the Oliver Queen playbook.

Ollie funds most of the justice league really always has since like Zero Hour. Bruce and him probably are the two who do but it’s remarked upon multiple times that Ollie was the first (in some timelines) and main benefactor.

I’ve noticed what you have in fanfics too and it drives me crazy. With the addition or I should say lack of Dinah and Hal. Dinah was absolutely like a mother to Roy. She’s his mama. She got him through his detox. Hal was the one who brought Roy to her.

(Most people gloss over that Hal was like an Uncle to both Roy and Wally)

So yeah whenever I see Ollie bashing plus no mention of Dinah I know that the writer knows next to nothing about Ollie.

Also Bruce likes to say Ollie is just as bad as him when Ollie is categorically a better person in like every way lol.

This isn’t to say there is anything wrong with fanon-ing Bruce. But I just don’t understand why Ollie is essentially fanon-ed in the opposite direction.

Roy will always get along with Ollie better and be safer with him than Jason would be with Bruce. But fanon wants to play off like Roy hates Ollie and is terrified of him or whatever which even in the darkest New52 pits of hell that wasn’t even true.

I’m not sure why it’s gotten to be this way tbh. Bruce, Dick, Ollie, and Roy are the golden ages boys who got to stay young and they’ve all been slandered by writers but fans seem really only capable of ignoring when Bruce is written badly which is so odd. Like Dick gets called out for things that are so wildly ooc it astounds me that Bruce out of all people is the one people want to ignore is just sort of the worst.

Lol yeah I got ranty. As you can tell I am very passionate about this and I just wish more people would even try to find out about Ollie before assuming things that are not true.

Hope this helped somewhat

#dc comics #ask #ollie queen

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derireo · 4 years ago

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a threat to the community! ↦ itaru, tasuku, tsumugi, izumi

what’s wrong with liking boobs and showing interest in your friend’s brother and the other friend’s sister? izumi clearly doesn’t know.

it feels like it’s three against one, and tasuku doesn’t know how much more of this slander and nonsense he can take.

maybe he should just kill one of them.

「 3k words 」

cw: vulgarity, swearing, name-calling, crack treated seriously, a little ooc.

"Do you ever just wish you had a girlfriend with a huge pair of bazoingers." Itaru said one fine evening.

It wasn't even a question, but it had Izumi automatically nodding along to whatever nonsense the man was spouting.

"All the time." She muttered under her breath beside Tsumugi who was forced to pause in marking Taichi and Tenma's practice quiz.

...What.

"Do you ever wish you would just shut the fuck up." Tasuku hissed in annoyance, looking over his script to send a glare to Itaru who was tapping away at his phone.

Itaru rolled his eyes and repeatedly snapped his fingers in Izumi's direction, the woman looking up from the page she was helping Tsumugi mark. "You get me, right?"

The woman nodded and tapped her red pen against the coffee table, leaning to the side to rest her body weight against Tsumugi. "Hell yeah, brother."

Itaru switched his gaze to their blue haired friend and pointed at Tsumugi next, eyebrows raised.

"And you, my good friend."

The part-time tutor swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck, taking a sheepish glance Izumi's way with a little smile. "Uh. I guess?"

Itaru squinted at Tasuku after receiving the answer he was hoping for and smiled, his shoulders doing a little dance when the violet-eyed man groaned. "Tasuku just doesn't know how to appreciate women."

"Dude." Tasuku gritted, dropping his script. The man didn't want to feed into whatever bullshit Itaru wanted to start tonight, but he wasn't going to let the guy slander him like that. How dare he.

"It's true." Izumi said and reached out for the snack bowl that was on Tsumugi's side of the table. She snatched a chip and shoved it into her mouth.

"We were jogging through the park once and I asked him if he thought the girl we were about to run past was cute." Her voice was muffled by the food and it elicited a disgusted reaction from Tasuku while Tsumugi could only sigh.

The snack bowl was meant to be a reward for later.

Itaru was the only one listening. "Okay, and? What did he say?"

Izumi spared Tasuku a glance over Tsumugi's shoulder and blew a raspberry, shaking her head. "He said no."

Itaru snarled. "How could you."

"Wha— come on." Tasuku threw his head back with a deep sigh much to the amusement of his childhood friends. "It was a genuine answer."

"Dude. All girls are cute." Izumi stated as a matter of fact, gently patting Tsumugi's arm. "Right, Tsoogs?"

The man nodded, not willing to get harped on by both Itaru and Izumi who seemed to be looking for a fight tonight. "...Right."

"See?" Izumi and Itaru gave Tasuku a pointed stare. "You're the odd one out."

"Not all girls are cute." Tasuku frowned, pointing an accusing finger at Izumi. "Take a look at yourself if you need an example."

Both Izumi and Itaru gasped, scandalized.

Wow. Just wow! Tasuku really had a pair of balls to be saying that to Izumi. Such blasphemy was not to be taken lightly!

Itaru and Izumi were going to burn him at the stake.

Sitting up from his position on the couch, Itaru threw one of his cushions at Tasuku who caught the pillow with ease. Damn.

"You are so rude, you cheeky piece of shit." Izumi playfully cried as Tsumugi held her back from standing up to throw a punch at Tasuku who was sticking his tongue out.

Bleh bleh.

"Izumi's kind of cute at best." Tasuku continued, eliciting an agonized sob from Izumi who was now burying her face into Tsumugi's neck. Oh, the pain was unbearable. How could her buddy do this to her?

"How did our conversation about boobs end with someone crying..." Tsumugi sighed under his breath and pulled the girl closer to him, resuming his marking so that he wouldn't have to finish it later tonight.

Itaru crossed his arms huffily. "On a good day I'd agree with you Tasuku, but we are talking about Izumi here, you beefy fuck." The blond choked dramatically and glared at Tasuku who was rubbing his face.

"You better apologize to our Queen." He sniffled.

Tasuku cringed. "Queen?"

"Duh. Who else is most fitting to take responsibility?" Itaru rolled his eyes and made a grabby hand motion at Tsumugi. The oldest member of their group grabbed a candy from the bowl and tossed it.

"Uh, me? You fuck." The disbelief was apparent in Tasuku's eyes but Itaru ignored it.

"Oh, sure." Izumi scoffed. "Who's the one who has to deal with all the hearts you've broken?"

"Wow." Itaru chuckled through his candy. "So Tasuku is just a straight up ladykiller? As in, he literally kills people."

"For Chrissake— just shut up." Tasuku groaned, throwing the blond's cushion back at his face.

"I'm pretty sure I had to spend the night in jail once due to your drunken actions." Izumi wagged her finger and harrumphed.

"No." Tsumugi frowned and held the accusing finger that was pointed in Tasuku's direction, pushing it back down onto Izumi's lap. "Tasuku still got jailed for destruction of public property. You got jailed for assault."

Itaru piped up after tossing away the pillow that was so rudely thrown in his direction. "That happened in high school, though."

"I'm pretty sure I was acting in self-defense." Izumi frowned, crossing her arms as she remembered the unfair treatment she was given compared to the person she had punched. "Spitting on someone is considered assault. I was only protecting my pretty face."

"Ooh, Izumi using her basic Law 12 knowledge. Impressive." Itaru whistled, snapping his fingers as to applaud his friend for using her rarely flaunted intellect.

Izumi winked playfully and twirled a strand of hair around her finger, pantomiming that there was chewing gum in her mouth. "84% and never studied, baby."

Tsumugi's gaze scanned the woman's figure with a curled lip; a frown. "But if you studied, you could've gotten an A." His tone was scolding and it made Izumi pout. The woman cuddled into Tsumugi's side to appease him.

Itaru threw his candy wrapper at the tutor. "Hey, as long as she can keep us from fucking up in front of the cops, grades don't matter."

"A-fuckin'-men, broski." Both Itaru and Izumi sent each other a pair of finger guns and winked.

"You're fucked if you think Izumi's gonna keep you from getting incarcerated." Tasuku rolled his eyes. Seriously, was no one seeing the problem here?

Izumi had absolutely no compassion for their friend group. If she could, she'd probably watch Itaru and Tasuku get put in handcuffs. And if she could, she'd probably put Tsumugi in handcuffs.

This girl was off her shits.

"The Izumi slander is off the charts today." Itaru wolf-whistled. "You better shut your mouth, Tasuku, or else karma is gonna bite you in the ass."

"Yeah or else I'm gonna fuck your brother." Izumi threatened, completely derailing the conversation.

Tasuku froze. "What the hell."

"Fuyuki always looks like he's Down To F Izumi so she's probably not even kidding." Itaru pursed his lips, sending Izumi a thumbs up. Tsumugi couldn't protest, because it was probably true.

Izumi simpered. "I'm gonna be your sister-in-law."

"Oh my God." Tasuku cried.

"And hey, don't think your sister is automatically safe from me either, Chigasaki." Izumi's eyes caught Itaru's and the man pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Isn't his sister married?" Tsumugi frowned. He didn't have a problem with same-sex relationships but he was going to have to draw the line at homewrecking.

Luckily enough, Izumi had the same set of morals so the question made her freeze.

She jutted her chin at Itaru. "Is she married?" Izumi asked.

Itaru shrugged. "Dunno."

Izumi clicked her tongue. "Damn. I'll text and ask her later."

"Can't you just get with someone your own age?" Tasuku complained. He was not going to let Izumi near his brother. Absolutely not! Wasn't it a little weird going after your friend's siblings? Gee!

Izumi's lips curled into a frown after the question was asked. "And end up with someone like you guys?" Her tone was full of disdain, but she quickly kissed Tsumugi's cheek to let him know that she wasn't talking about him specifically.

Izumi gagged. "I'd rather kermit."

"That's reasonable." Itaru nodded. "I am quite the disaster of a sentient life form."

"Can you speak normally? And hey." Tasuku jabbed a finger in Izumi's direction. "It's not like I'd want to date someone like you either!"

Tsumugi fell back against the couch, rubbing his face as Izumi huffed and fell back with him, their knees hitting the edge of the coffee table.

"Can you guys please just make up and kiss already." The blue-haired man sobbed in exasperation.

Izumi shook her head and glared at nothing. "Sorry, Tsoogs. The only Takato I'm kissing is Fuyuki and it's gonna happen after we recite our vows at the wedding."

Tasuku threw his hands up in the air. "What wedding? And why does that piss me off?"

"'Cause you're jealous." Izumi poked her tongue out.

Tasuku growled. "Am not."

With a devilish grin, Izumi curled her arm around Tsumugi's shoulder and leaned over the man's lap to slap Tasuku's thigh. "Dude, if you want a nice smooch from me, all you gotta do is ask."

"Oho." Itaru's voice was monotone, but Tsumugi saw the way his eyebrow twitched. "If I ask nicely can I get a smooch too?"

Izumi turned her head and pretended to barf. "No. Maybe in your office suit, but like that?" The woman scoffed, eyes scrutinizing the grease stains on Itaru's shirt. "No fuckin' way."

"You're mean." Itaru frowned. "So you'd still kiss Tsumugi even though he dresses like that?"

The blond pointed at Tsumugi's usual attire and made a gagging noise. Not that there was really a problem with his outfit, but it was just so.... boring.

(Itaru opted to ignore the fact that Izumi was matching with him.)

Noah fence, Itaru mused to himself.

Tsumugi poked his tongue out at the gamer.

"Yeah? He's got a cute face and he always came to my sporting events back in HS." Izumi huffed, cradling the side of Tsumugi's face to squish their cheeks together, affectionately melting into his side. "Unlike you guys, Tsumugi was very supportive of me."

"Yeah." Tasuku rolled his eyes. "Supportive of your nonexistent athletic career."

"Okay, listen here 'hot stuff'—" Izumi grouched and slapped Tasuku's ankle. "I was scouted for the national team just like you."

Not even ten seconds in and Itaru was already tired from hearing them talk about athletics.

"Can we please stop talking about sports. Both of you didn't accept the offer anyway." Itaru cried dramatically and let his phone fall from his hand, slouching in his seat.

"Worst mistake of my life." Izumi sighed. "I've lost the chance to become a ladykiller."

"You say that as if girls would be attracted to you." Tasuku scoffed much to the annoyance of Izumi.

"I've had more girlfriends than you've had sex." The woman griped.

"Tasuku's a virgin, though." Itaru piped up, ignorant. No one seemed to be surprised at the fact that Izumi has had girlfriends before which was a little underwhelming.

Save for Tsumugi who was pouting.

"Exactly." Izumi picked a few candies from the bowl and threw them at the gamer while everyone ignored Tasuku's protest to the previous statements.

"How come we've never heard of you having any girlfriends?" Tsumugi frowned at Izumi and pat her knee, teasingly wiggling his shoulders as if he was a child throwing a tantrum.

The woman laughed and ruffled Tsumugi's hair. "You bastards would've complained had you known I always cancelled our plans for a girl."

"Well, did they have big boobs? If so, then it's fi—" Itaru was justifying Izumi's reason for always standing them up, only to have Tasuku remove his own indoor slipper from his foot to vault it at Itaru's chest.

"Ouch. </3" He pouted.

"Stop with the damn boobs. Izumi probably likes thick thighs." Tasuku frowned much to the amusement of Tsumugi and Izumi.

"Sounds more like a personal preference of yours." Itaru shot back while the pair sitting on the floor faced each other and sighed.

"Men." Izumi rolled her eyes so hard her head started to hurt. "Right, Tsumu?"

She scrunched her nose at the tutor who she was still holding onto and he responded with a nose scrunch of his own. "Right." He agreed confidently this time.

"Aw, I always knew you were an ally." Izumi cooed. "Kithes for you." She said and pressed her lips to his cheek before standing up from the floor, raising her arms above her head to stretch.

Itaru made grabby hands. "I want kithes."

The cutesy act made Izumi gag, and she shook her head. "No way. You've got your own army of wives to ask."

"Aw." Itaru clicked his tongue. "But they aren't as cute as you are." He supplicated.

"Ooh. Touché." The director whistled a pleased tune and waved at Itaru to come over. "You got me. Get over here."

The way Itaru had scrambled off the couch to trot over towards Izumi made the director laugh, and she willingly opened up her arms for Itaru to sink into her embrace.

"Ugh. Warm. Like soup." Itaru sighed. The comparison made Izumi make a noise of disgust.

"Okay, off you get." She groaned and forcefully pushed Itaru away. "I'm not kissing you anymore."

Brushing away the imaginary crumbs Itaru had dropped on her, Izumi turned her body in the direction of Tasuku, who was casually lounging on the sofa. She ignored Itaru's childish cry.

"As for you," she pointed a finger at the meathead. "score me a date with your brother and then maybe I'll give you the privilege to hug me."

Tasuku bristled.

"I am not letting you anywhere near Fuyuki." He squinted. "And I don't even like hugging you."

The whole trio in front of Tasuku scoffed, leaving him puzzled. "What's up with the reaction."

Tsumugi began to collect his unfinished quizzes, putting away his pens and answer sheet with a shake of his head. "Nothing. You're just a really pathetic liar."

"What."

Itaru grinned and trotted towards Tasuku, flopping onto the man's legs with a relaxed sigh.

"You're the lucky bastard who always gets spoiled by Izumi, ya big dumb of straight up ass. I'd punch you right now for being so ungrateful." The blond threatened.

"Aw, I never knew I picked favourites." Izumi frowned, squatting beside Tsumugi who was still cleaning up. "Tsumugi's my new number one."

The man mentioned smiled gratefully and blew a kiss at Izumi who grabbed the invisible thing and shoved it into her pocket.

Tasuku readjusted his legs underneath Itaru to properly distribute his weight. Ugh. He hated when they sat on his legs like this.

"Stop acting all lovey dovey. You two aren't even dating." The grouchy Winter Troupe member grumbled to which Itaru punched at his thigh.

"He's jealous! He wants in on the action." Itaru jested while Tasuku shot up to grab the blond by the front of his greasy shirt. "Oh God, I'm gonna die— IZUMI!" Itaru shrieked, in the middle of being violently shaken by Tasuku.

The director sighed at the commotion, sending a pout Tsumugi's way as the tutor shrugged his shoulders and gave her knee a comforting pat.

"I swear." She muttered under her breath. She stood back up to her full height and turned towards the pair on the sofa, eyes flaring with aggravated heat.

Izumi snatched the front of Tasuku's shirt just like what he did with Itaru and ripped him away from the blond with a wide eyed stare, startling the man out of his gentle bullying.

"You." She removed a hand from his shirt to tap his nose, smile fake as Tasuku blinked and stared at the canine tooth that was snarling at him. "Are being really bratty."

Finally being released from the clutches of the Devil himself, Itaru scrambled off the sofa to huddle against Tsumugi. He started to playfully cry just like Izumi did a little while ago and buried his face in Tsumugi's neck.

"I'm gonna beat your ass if you don't cool it by dinner tonight." She hissed, tightening her grip on Tasuku's shirt to pull him forward. Juuust until their noses were touching. "Got it, baby boy?"

She smiled just a little after uttering the nickname, but Tasuku huffed.

He lightly pressed his palms against her stomach to push her away, snarling. "I'm older than you."

"By a month. Get over yourself, pup." Izumi scoffed and raised her hand to roughly slap-half-pet Tasuku's cheek, using just enough force to push his face away from her.

"I'm going to my room to look at girls online." She sighed and raised her leg to dig her heel into Tasuku's stomach for good measure.

Just to let him know that she's still the boss in their little group. <3

"Text me when Omi finishes cooking tonight." Izumi pulled away from Tasuku before he could wrap his fingers around her ankle and trip her up, giving him the middle finger with a teasing smile as she walked backwards into the hallway.

"That's our Queen." Itaru sighed dreamily.

Man. If Izumi was the only woman left on earth he'd probably kill Tasuku and Tsumugi to keep her all to himself.

....Too much? Too much.

Tasuku was still grumbling to himself, rubbing the spot on his stomach where Izumi put her foot earlier. He winced.

...Hmph.

"I'm gonna pound her into the gr—" Tasuku made a sudden move to jump off the couch, but was stopped.

Tsumugi chuckled and held Tasuku by the back of his shirt to prevent the taller man from chasing Izumi down the hallway. "No you aren't."

"He really is a murderer." Itaru laughed in shock, bracing himself against the couch he was sitting on earlier.

"Yeah." Tasuku scoffed with a smile, turning towards Itaru. "And I'm gonna be sending you to your grave first."

The smile was....eerie. Itaru could feel the hair on his neck stand tall.

He slowly began to shuffle towards the hallway. "...I'mgonnagolookatboobswithIzumi." He said in one breath and then dashed down the direction of the director's room.

Tsumugi took a single glance at Tasuku and shook his head. "You are such a handful sometimes."

Tasuku pointed at himself and gaped.

"ME?"

#originally titled 'idjit' <3 #a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#itaru chigasaki #tasuku takoto #tsumugi tsukioka #izumi tachibana #a3! scenarios #a3! crack #a3! fic

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candles-are-now-illegal · 4 years ago

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Little White Planes (John/F!Rook)

Spacing night be off cause I'm posting from my phone. (I'll fix it and any spelling or grammar mistakes later... It's 6:30am). I didn't know what else to call this.

Also John is ooc because I make him too soft 🥺

My first Far Cry 5 fic/piece.

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His radio crackling to life is what woke him. The voice coming from it is what made him sit up sharply.

"John? You awake? Please tell me this is your frequency… John?"

"Well this is an unusual surprise. Can't sleep, Deputy?"

"Is it safe to assume those little planes on your coat aren't just a questionable fashion choice?" she asked, making him frown.

"Did you call me in the middle of the night just to insult my clothing?"

"No. I have a perfectly good reason for calling you."

"And what might that be?"

"I may or may not have... stolen a plane."

"May or may not have?!" He couldn't help the laugh that broke through the sentence. "Do you even know how to fly one?"

"Yeah, of course, I just wanted to talk about the weather up here!" Her tone light and playful then switched to sharp and angry. "Why the fuck do you think I'm calling you?!"

"Okay, the sass is neither necessary nor appreciated."

"John. Help. Me. Land," she growled. He sighed as he got up and slipped on his shoes and coat. If he let her die he'd never hear the end of it from Joseph.

"Alright, alright. Where are you?"

"Wher-? Where am I? The sky, John!"

"Yes, I know that part." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Where are you in relation to the ground?" he asked before quickly pressing the talk button again. "And don't say up!" He heard her let out a mix of a groan and a sigh before she answered.

"I don't know!" He could hear the panic and tension in her voice.

"Take a breath. You're obviously within distance to contact my radio. Look down, what do you see?"

"I'm kinda trying to avoid looking down, thanks!"

"Afraid of heights, Rook? Maybe don't steal a plane. Just an idea."

"I'm not afraid!" She snapped back almost immediately.

"Ah, that's your pride talking, Deputy. Something else we have to talk about."

"Fine, you wanna know how fucking scared I am? I'm terrified okay! I hate heights, I hate planes! I'm only doing this cause you had it in the first place!" This made him frown.

"Wait, you stole my plane?!"

"I stole Nick's plane back. Get over it and help me! … Please, John. I don't wanna die." He froze as her voice broke. "I know my death wouldn't even affect you. Hell, it would help your stupid project to have me gone…"

John grabbed the keys to his car and started making his way up and out of the bunker. He'd stayed there as opposed to his ranch after a long day of confessions. A decision he regretted seeing as this let Rook sneak in and steal a plane without getting caught.

"None of us want you dead, Deputy." She let out a scoff. "If you want me to help you, I need to know where you are. You've got the plane up and flying, as long as you keep steady, looking down isn't going to suddenly change that."

"Uh .. Falls End is kinda far but I can see it. I think that's… uh… Larry's place?"

"Think you can make it back to my hanger?"

"Rather not get shot on sight, thanks."

"There's a big field west of Fall's End. North of that crop circle."

"Yeah I see it. Why can't you just tell me how to land it at Nick's? He has a runway."

"I'd also rather not get shot on sight, thank you very much."

"Wha- okay fine just get me down."

...

He managed to talk her through the steps and as he arrived at the field he saw the yellow plane slowly descending.

"Good. Good. Nice and easy." He stepped out of his vehicle as she flew slowly overhead, a moment later touching down with a jolt in the empty field. As he jogged to the plane he explained how to fully shut it down and made it to the plane just as she popped the door open. "Woah!" She jumped down, almost tripping in her rush to get out of the plane, and he caught her by her biceps as she landed in front of him. He chuckled at her startled expression upon seeing him but he gave her a soft smile. "You're alright."

"You're here." She blinked at his face then looked down. "Are those… planes on your PJs?" He sighed at the smile coming to her face.

"Yes." He rolled his eyes at her snicker. "They were a gift."

"Sure they were." She smiled up at him and he swallowed. A moment later she shocked him by suddenly hugging him. Her arms wrapping tightly around his middle. He slowly returned the hug. "Thank you, John." She whispered into his shoulder.

"Of course." He let his chin rest on the top of her head as his eyes closed. A small, silent, content sigh escaped him. She gave him a squeeze, signaling the end of the hug, and he reluctantly released her. She took a step back from him and he subconsciously frowned. She glanced in the direction of his car that he'd left running, driver's side door wide open.

"So, you gonna tie me up now?" He blinked at her as his eyebrows shot up.

"I-..."

"Just figured this is a perfect opportunity for you to try and get me to confess again," she continued with a shrug. "We both know I won't. But it's better than getting shot with bliss bullets and dragged to you."

"Oh. Yes. I-I mean no. That's not why I'm here." He let out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's late. As you can see, I'm not really dressed for confessions at the moment." He made a big gesture down at his clothes making her grin. "And I'm sure you're tired after all that."

"Almost dying in a plane will do that to ya."

"You didn't almost die. You were fine." He rolled his eyes but had a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I guess. Had a good co-pilot." She winked at him. She actually winked at him. He let out a breathy chuckle before he cleared his throat.

"Can I.. drive you somewhere? Doesn't feel right just leaving you in the middle of a field so late. No tricks. Just a ride."

"I'm a big girl, John." She put her hands on her hips.

"Of course-"

"But you better." John blinked as she started towards his car. He followed, after a moment of staring. "Feel bad leaving the plane here but Nick knows I'm not a pilot."

"And yet he had you steal his plane back?"

"He didn't wanna leave Kim by herself."

"Of course," John muttered with a frown. Rook hopped into the passenger's seat as John slid into the driver's.

"Heated seats. Fancy. Though not surprising."

"What's wrong with wanting to be comfortable?" he asked with a frown.

"Nothing. Nothing." Her eyes landed on the bobble plane on the dashboard. "This your personal car?" she asked with a chuckle as she poked the toy.

"Yes," he said as he lightly swatted her hand away.

"Cute." He ignored her and started to pull the car back to the road.

"Seatbelt." She rolled her eyes. "Aren't you a cop?" She clicked the seatbelt on before turning to look at him. He glanced at her after a moment of her just staring. "What?"

"You came alone."

"Yes."

"You really didn't wanna use this as an opportunity to capture me." It almost sounded like a question, like she couldn't believe it.

"Is it so hard to believe I wanted to make sure you landed safely? I'm not heartless."

"No, just a sadist." He opened his mouth to reply but stopped himself, but only for a moment.

"I'm starting to think you're a masochist." She laughed aloud at that; John found himself smiling.

"What's the phrase 'glutton for punishment'?"

"Is that a confession?"

"You wish." She let out a scoff. He hummed but gave no other reply.

"Where am I taking you?" he asked.

"Hmm… where won't you get shot?"

"Why don't you give Nick a call? Tell him where his plane is. He can get it while you stay with Kim."

"And you don't think he'll shoot you?" He didn't have to turn his head to know she was looking at him like he'd gone crazy.

"I won't drive right up to the front door."

"You're supposed to kiss your date at the door, not make them walk 500 feet to it." He chuckled. "That's not how you're supposed to get a girl's heart racing."

"Is there another sin I should be considering adding to your list, Deputy?"

"Oh please, buy me dinner first then we'll see about lust."

"Dinner wouldn't be the first date," he said without missing a beat.

"Oh yeah?" she sounded intrigued. For some reason this made his chest flutter.

"Flying lessons."

"Oh hell no." She let out a laugh. "If you think you're getting me back in a plane you're outta your mind, Johnny." The two laughed together.

"You don't trust me?" he asked. "As your pilot," he quickly added. "What happened to me being a good co-pilot?"

"Flying lessons on the ground, sure. You want me in the air again, I better be in the backseat with a parachute." Maybe she didn't mean to imply that she trusted him with her life as a pilot but that's how he was going to take it.

"Might take you up on that." He glanced over to see her smiling. "That's not an invitation to steal anymore planes."

"Didn't even cross my mind."

As they grew closer to the Rye's airstrip, Rook called Nick on the radio. She explained where she left the plane and that she was heading back so she could stay with Kim while he went to get it. Nick, of course, understood and let her know he appreciated that she at least got it back for him.

John pulled over to the side of the road at the end of the runway. Rook opened her door but stopped and turned back to him.

"Hey John," she started. He watched her. "Thank you. Really, I mean it." The smile she gave him made his chest tighten.

"Of course." He returned the smile. She leaned back into her seat.

"Bring this John to my confession." She poked him playfully in the chest. His smile grew and he had to actively stop himself from stopping her as she finally climbed out of the car.

"Goodnight, Rook."

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This kinda just kept going and I didn't know how or where to end it… was probably way out of character for John so sorry about that but the idea came to me so I wrote it. This is my first FC5 piece.

Again it's 6:30 am. I still need to reread this to fix little mistakes but I wanted to share it cause I haven't posted any writing stuff in so long.

#Far Cry 5 #john seed x female deputy #john seed #fanfic #fluff #i think #OOC John #too soft John

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whyralltheusernamestaken · 5 years ago

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Hell

Yannoe that incorrect quote that’s like, I would f//ck a demon cuz of status, when your stroll into hell and everyone else is panicking but your sugar daddy’s just there?

Well that’s what this fic is lmao

Hitoshi Shinso x reader

Demon!Shinso who doesn’t go to UA

Genre : fluff, comedy possibly

Warnings : swearing, hell(?)

Words : 2,316

Masterlist

A/N : it’s a very stereotypical hell, apologies lmao

this is also a very ooc shinso cuz i’ve never written for him b4

Hope you enjoy!

The events following your classes’ arrival to the rescue centre were certainly a mess. One moment Thirteen had been explaining about them self and their quirk, and the next a vast mass of villains had shown up. A mass of purple clouds had swallowed all of you up whole and scattered you across the centre, leaving you with the weaker villains.

Well that was what was supposed to happen. Instead, you had drop onto a one way staircase of marble, surrounded by rivers and waterfalls of lava.

“Why the fuck is it so hot in here?” someone curses out. You turn to see Bakugou taking off a piece of his costume, sweat already dripping down the side of his face.

“Are we still in the rescue centre?” a certain red hair asks, deactivating his quirk that he had unconsciously started using when he was sucked into the warp.

Before you can even get a word in, a small, cute imp pops up out of nowhere, a small trident in it’s hands. “Welcome to hell!” it cheers, a large grin on it’s face as it’s wings beat the hot air around, turning around to look at you. “Welcome back Lady Y/N, it’s been a while since we last saw you.”

You hum in response, booping the small creature. “I must say I didn’t recognise it here, must’ve changed a lot.”

“It knows you?” Kirishima asks. You nod, not bothering to elaborate more as the imp answers your question.

“Not at all mistress.” it responds, flying around before settling on Kirishima’s shoulder, the said boy tensing up almost immediately before softly rubbing the imp’s cheek. “You simply hadn’t seen the outside of the castle.”

“Sorry to break up your little reunion.” Bakuogu snorts, stomping up to Kirishima and grabbing the imp by it’s tail. “but how the fuck can we get out of this shit hole?”

“Well that’s not very nice.” it chides, stabbing him in the hand with the point of the tail before flying to settle on your head. “You can leave if master allows it.” it continues, ignoring Bakugou’s hisses and threats towards it.

“Well shall we go then?” Kirishima suggests, to which you agree. “Come on Bakubro, stop being a wimp.”

“Who the fuck are you calling a wimp huh?”

You ignore the boys, beginning to climb the stairs. The stair case seems endless, one step followed by a thousand more.

“Why the fuck are there so many stairs?” Bakugou shouts, rubbing his forehead with his arm.

“Because it’s long and tortuous.” the imp laughs, sticking it’s tongue out at Bakugou to which he responds with another curse.

“Would you like me to teleport you mistress?” it asks.

“Does that offer include the boys?” you ask, not bothering to turn around and look at them.

“No it doesn’t”

“What why not?” Kirishima asks. “That’s not very fair.”

You can hear the pout in his voice. “Then I’d love to take you up on that offer.”

“Y/N you bitch, don’t you dare leave us- HEY! Come back here now!”

By the time he finishes his sentence, you’re already gone.

“Bro she just left us.” Kirishima complains, but he’s drowned out by Bakugou’s ear piecing screams of anger.

He sighs and shakes his head, continuing the steps up.

After what seems to feel like hours, they finally reach a massive gateway, It opens up to another set of stairs, this time the temperature much cooler than before and the stairs seem to be made out of pure gold, decorated with velvet trails of red.

“This way!” the imp calls out, reappearing in mid air.

“You little shit-” Bakugou calls out, leaping into the air to grab it, but it simply flies away, leaving him to fall clumsily onto his feet.

Kirishima follows along, pulling Bakugou by the arm, making sure he didn’t stomp off like a child.

After a few twisty corridors, then find themselves in a massive hall, the ceiling held up with columns of red and gold, a massive crystal chandelier hanging from the centre. Painting and tapestry littered the baroque architecture and near the back of the hall sat a massive throne, one that could probably fit at least a dozen people.

The boys look to see you sat across someone’s lap, you head against their shoulder as they fed you grapes.

“Oh, look who finally made it.” you smile, giving Bakugou a wink as you see literal steam emitting from his ears.

He starts scowling at you but Kirishima simply laughs. “So Y/N are you gonna explain anything or?”

“This is Hitoshi!” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck as he smiles adoringly at you. “He’s the demon king of hell.” you nod approvingly at your introduction, whereas it only brought more questions to his friends.

“And you know him because...” Kirishima starts, trying to get you to continue explaining your story.

“Oh, he’s like... hmm.” You pause, trying to look for a good term to label your relationship as. You had accidentally stumbled across summoning the demon when you tried to combine your quirk which witchcraft, which led the latter to become infatuated with you, the first human who had even summoned him in his thousands of years alive.

Your room had began to fill with smoke and now matter your use of quirk or fanning air through the window, the wouldn’t seem to disappear. That’s when you realised the mass of black forming in the centre of the smoke.

You shrieked and climbed out of the window, jumping down rather ungracefully before sprinting down the road. Your parents were at work so there was no point in staying in the house.

As you turned the corner, you bumped into someone, falling backwards. They stepped forward and caught you by the waist, lifting you up to meet a gorgeous purple haired man with deep sunken eyes and a Cheshire grin.

“Um thanks.” you quickly said, stepping away and getting ready to run away again when he spoke.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” he asked.

“I think there’s someone in my house.” you said, your adrenaline now leaving you with the fear.

“Oh that was me.” he replied curtly, giving you a grin as he watched your face morph into fear, and then quickly anger.

You raised you leg, kicking him directly in the nuts.

“Bro I could’ve been changing on something.” you threw your hands up in the air. “Who gave you the right to just waltz into my house.”

“Um you actually.” he spluttered, squatting down on the floor as he struggled to regain his composure. He was the demon king for fuck’s sake and not only had some mere human ran away after summoning him but then they proceeded to kick him in the balls. The audacity!

“What?”

“You summoned me.” he glared.

You pursed your lips. “How?”

“How am I supposed to know?” he retorted. “No one’s done that before.”

You stared down at him, inching your face closer and studying his features. “Can I return you?”

“What the fuck?” He raised his head abruptly, head butting you as you stumbled back a few steps.

“What?” you shouted, rubbing your sore forehead as he stood up again. “I didn’t try and summon you, it was an accident.”

“Well I can’t go back until you make a deal with me.” the man sighed, placing his arms on his hips.

“Yeah no.” you replied almost instantly, turning on your heel and leaving. If he was telling the truth and was indeed the one in your room, then you could go home with no worry.

“Hey, don’t ignore me you human!” he shouted, catching up with you and walking next to you.

“Can’t you like, I don’t know, leave me alone?” you asked desperately.

“No. You have to make a contract with any demon that you summon within 7 days or your soul will be taken.”

“Uh huh.” you nodded. “Can I make a deal with you to leave me alone?”

“Technically yes, but you’ll also need to pay a price.”

“Oh my fucking god.” you screamed, banging you head against your front door. “What’s the price then?”

“Hmm I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? You’re the one spewing this nonsense about a contract.”

“Oh, it’s just I get to choose the price. I’m not too sure what I want from you yet.”

You rolled your eyes, walking over to underneath your window before boosting yourself up with you quirk, perching on the window sill as you stared down at him.

“You’re cute. But also fucking insane bro.” you commented, stepping into your room and closing the window.

“Well that wasn’t very nice.” he said, reappearing in your room.

You screeched, jumping back. “Bro please leave me alone.” you begged, sitting down defeated on your bed with your head in your hands.

“Nope. I’ve decided.”

“What will it be?” you asked uninterested, deciding that you’re fate had been sealed already. You were going to die anyways, why not go by a hot demon.

“You’ll be my friend.”

“What the fuck no.”

“I do admit that I’m rather a lonesome person, I could perhaps do with some of your...” he looked you up and down before finishing, “presence.”

You snorted. “Don’t you have any demon friends?”

“The king has no friends.” he replied simply.

“And you’re like the king?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“No darling, I am the king.”

“He’s like my friend?” you question, looking at Shinso for an answer. He simply shrugs with a smile before holding up another grape for you.

“Friends?” Bakugou snorted. “I don’t see you cuddling up to all of your friends in the dorms.”

“Humph fine.” you pout. “Like sugar daddy? I don’t know, but you do give me a lot of things.”

“That’s simply because I like you.” Shinso replies, a soft smile on his lips.

You respond with a large grin, sitting up to give me a kiss on the cheek whilst you hear Bakugou cough “Disgusting.” underneath his breath.

“Can’t you like, keep Bakugou here and torture him endlessly?”

“I’m afraid that’s against the rules.”

“Or you could recruit him, since he’s a literal demon himself.”

Kirishima laughs at your comment, before asking “So how can we go back? Our friends might be in danger so we need to go back as soon as possible.”

“Alrighty Hitoshi, can you teleport us back?”

He responds with a hum before you find yourselves back in the centre.

You look around to see Kirishima and Bakugou getting up from the floor, Bakugou shouting about how he didn’t need to have dropped them from such a high place. He stops when he sees the Nomu, it’s foot perched upon your teacher’s head. You start to run to him when you realise Shinso is flying mid air, still holding you in his arms.

“Hey, how strong are you?” you ask.

“Pretty strong I’d say. Why?”

“Do you think you could blow that muscle bird away. It’s kinda ugly.” you comment, pointing at the Nomu. “But like, keep the human underneath it, I kinda need him stil alive.”

“Your wish is my command.” he replies, before he flicks his wrist, the nomu being lifted high into the air and tossed to the side of the centre.

“Holy shit.” a male voice shouts. “That bird is invincible, how did someone do that?”

You turn to see Mineta shouting by the side of the water zone, your lips curling in digust. “Ew gross.”

“Would you like me to get rid of him?”

“Maybe another day.” you reply.

The doors suddenly burst open to reveal All Might, standing there in all of his muscly glory.

He begins to fight with the Nomu as you lean back in Shinso’s chest.

“So like, could you get his body off the playing field?” you ask, pointing at Aizawa.

Shinso hums in response, lifting Aizawa’s body and following it toward the exit of the centre.

“Hey Tsuyu, could you take him?” you shout and she nods quickly, wrapping her tongue around his and pulling him towards the ambulances outside.

“Alrighty, how about we wrap things up.”

Shinso hands you a magical gun and you enhance it with your quirk. With one beat of his wings, you two gets proceeding closer to the nomu, before you shoot it’s expose brain. It halts momentarily, unable to regenerate too quickly, and the perfect opening in created, All Might landing a punch and sending it flying off, out of the centre’s roof.

“Well that was fun.”

“I don’t think we can say the same for your friends.”

You look over to see a few of your classmates very ruffled up, buts and bruises littering them. “Oof.”

“Should I put you down?”

“Nah, you’re comfy.”

Bonus :

“Y/N, are you going to see your demon boyfriend any time soon?” Kirishima calls out in the living room of the dooms.

“Demon boyfriend?” Uraraka pipes up, catching the interest of many classmates.

“Hmm?” you hum in response, looking up from your phone. “Maybe when I feel like it, why?”

“Well I heard there’s a special type of crocodile skin in the demon realm where it’s unbreakable and I was wondering if I could reference it for my quirk or costume?”

You nod in response. “Sure thing, I can give him a call.”

“Um no you won’t.” Uraraka cuts in. “You are going to tell him to come here because I want to see your boyfriend.”

“Um why though?”

“Because we’re best friends and you didn’t even think to tell me you were dating someone?” she pouts and you instantly feel bad.

“Sorry sorry Ochako. Sure.” you quickly reply.

“No you are not inviting that bastard over.” Bakugou shouts from the kitchen.

“Well more of a reason to invite him I guess.” you laugh.

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tinypnut · 5 years ago

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Thoughts

Wolffe x Reader

@kriffingunlucky

~Prompt~

I need soft, a soft something. Something where the reader has anxiety and or depression, or even schizophrenia, and she gets proper comfort. I need this. Or she’s overwhelmed with life and doubting why she is even here, where she wonders why everyone leaves her. Why nobody actually likes her. Why nobody even cares enough to support her like she does them. Where she’s everybody’s shoulder to cry on but she goes into her room and cries at 3 am. When everybody is finally asleep. Where she zones out when people talk and her gut wrenches when she thinks about tomorrow. How she’s afraid to speak because she gets cut down. She stares at her body with disgust. She hates herself.

(I’m sorry in advance if its a little slow in the beginning and then rushed at the end, it’s been a while since I’ve written so I’m a little rusty. I also apologize if Wolffe is OOC)

Words: 2,175

TW: Mentions of suicide and depression

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You were on break when it happened, you were having a simple conversation about the war and the effort towards it. The conversation itself was like any other that you’d taken part in. ‘How’ve you been doing since you were last deployed? What’s it like on the front lines? Have we gained any ground? Is this war really worth all of the pain, bloodshed, and death?’ but for some reason, something struck you, deep searing pain in your chest, a fog flowing over your mind and it just kept getting darker and thicker. It begins to feel suffocating as the days continued. This was a feeling you hadn’t felt in years, the pain, the darkness the fear, everything. Yes there was the pain and fear on the battlefield, but this was a different one. Daily conversations became harder to keep up with, getting out of bed was difficult. It was like a weight has placed itself upon you and can’t be lifted. Memories flooded your thoughts constantly, haunted your dream and it just wouldn't stop. All the men lost, your family, everyone, it just wasn't right, it wasn't fair. This war had been raging on for so long and for what? You weren't making a difference, every battle more men were lost, body counts rising each time, the kaminoans treating the clones as if they were a product on an assembly line like droids and not real people. But what could you do? You felt worthless, meaningless, nothing mattered. You joined the GAR to make a difference, to help those in need because you didn't have a family, no one back home to worry if you'd come home or not. It was just that and nothing else, or at least it was that at first. As time went on the Troopers in the GAR, specifically the 104th, became your family, they gave you a reason to continue he gave you a reason. But right now, nothing mattered, all you felt was a growing numbness, an emptiness that just kept growing. A smile felt forced, nothing was genuine anymore and it hurt but you had no one.

Why bother Wolffe? He shouldn't have to deal with this from me, he’s probably busy anyway he has to get ready...

You sat in your quarters not caring that you were shipping out the next day again, in fact you hadn't left your quarters all day, to be honest. Currently you sat at the edge of your bed your head in your hands. Your eyes were wide and you hadn't even registered the tears falling to the floor.

Wolffe hid his concern well as he strode through the halls of the barracks looking for you, he hadn’t seen you much during leave which was odd, very odd in fact. Whenever you and his battalion were on leave you would never hesitate to spend time with him. You would normally get cleaned up and then wait for him to finish his debrief. Afterward, you would pester him to leave his work be and take a break from it all. He found it refreshing even if he never actually admitted it. This time however it seemed as if you had avoided him the entire time and today he didn’t see you in the halls at all. Wolffe was worried, did he say something to offend you. Though that was unlikely due to his lack of word use most of the time. Were you tired of him? His chest tightened at the thought. He may not always say how much he loves you but he definitely shows it through his actions. Was that not enough? He gripped his helmet as he walked checking all of your favorite places to go while on leave, which also included checking up on the 501st.

You let out a shaky breath but soon unraveled, you let out a broken choked sob as you cried. You covered your face trying to hide away from eyes that weren’t even there.

I cant...I just...its my fault they’re dead, it’s all my fault! I can’t do anything right I’m worthless. I’m worthless. I can’t do anything right. Nobody cares, nobody cares about me, it all an act. They pity me, its a joke, they are all gonna leave me, everyone does eventually. They all hate me, I’m a burden! Why the hell am I here anyway? What does it matter? Wolffe doesn’t care about me does he? I’m just there to distract him, a doll, that’s what I am…. But I love him...and he, he means so much to me I love him. Wolffe... I can’t tell him, he’ll think I’m weak…

These thoughts just kept repeating themselves over and over and over again and they wouldn’t stop. It was a pounding against your head, you gripped your hair and began to pull, sobs were heard in your quite quarters. You bit your lip as more than rust repetitive thoughts fill your head. You began to see the dead, your family, your friends, everyone. Their lifeless eyes boring into your furthering you to convince yourself that it was your fault that they died, that if you tried harder they wouldn’t have died. You let out a whimper as you curled up on your bed.

It’s all my fault, I can’t do this anymore...all the pain, the suffering, no one would care that I’m gone….I’ve tried, I’ve tried for so long but I’ll never be good enough...I-

Your thoughts were cut off by a knock on your door.

“(Y/N)...” The gruffness of the voice was unmistakable, it was Wolffe. “(Y/N I know you’re in there, open up.” he continued but you didn’t budge. You may have been craving comfort and contact with others, you were desperate for it but your pride was currently pushing your mental stability out the window. He couldn’t see you now, what would he think of you?

Maybe if I wait long enough he’ll leave…

That, however, was not the case. There was a somewhat aggravated grumble from the other side of the door. Wolffe was well known for lacking patience and even though he loves you he is getting slightly fed up with you avoiding him all of leave. He shifted his helmet to under his other arm and punched in the code to the door to your room. When you heard the door open your froze now mentally cursing yourself for giving him your passcode.

“Cyar’ika, what the hell is going o-” When his gaze finally made out your form curled up in your bed he quieted and took a step closer. “(Y/N)?” he questioned softly hesitantly almost. Your form curled up more as you tried to hide from him and sniffled slightly.

“I-I’m fine Wolffe…” Though your voice drastically betrayed you.

He narrowed his gaze and moved further into your room and set his helmet on the desk beside your bed. Wolffe then sat down on the edge of the bed and gazed down at you. He remained quiet, unsure of what to say. He placed his hand gently down on your side and rubbed with his thumb.

“Cyar’ika...what’s wrong?” He questioned. Then gentleness of his voice sent you over the edge again and your let out another sob. He shifted and carefully took your hands away from your face. His eyes pierced yours and they seemed to cause you to melt. You sat up and hugged him tightly not caring about his uncomfortable plastoid armor. Tears streamed down your face and Wolffe was somewhat confused but held you close regardless. He rested his head atop yours and rubbed circles on your back in a means to comfort you. “(Y/N)...I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you…” He said softly. You bit your lip debating if you should really tell him what’s going on or not.

“I….Wolffe I” You bit your lip trying to compose yourself. “D-Do….Do you love me?” she questioned hesitantly. Wolffe pulled away slightly and fear filled you. He gazed down at you and placed his hand on your cheek.

“Of course I do (Y/N)....what makes you think that I don’t?” his brows knitted together and you look away.

“I can’t I don’t….” Tears streamed down your face again and your clenched your fists “These thoughts they won’t leave me! I’m not good enough! I’ll never be good enough! It’s my fault your brothers keep dying! It’s my fault my family is dead! I can still see them….their lifeless eyes starring back at me, the fire, the blood, everything! I can’t save anyone! I’m utterly worthless Wolffe! People don’t care, do you know how many times I’ve tried talking to people and I get interrupted by another and my original conversation was forgotten? Being overlooked all the time? Not being good enough, to begin with? Having so many expectations and being an utter disappointment regardless?! I’ve tried so hard for so long Wolffe, the smiles, ignoring all the abuse from others, the nightmares, the fakeness of it all? I’ve tried so long to be strong but I can’t...I-I can’t keep doing this...Wolffe…I...I joined the GAR to help others...but ultimately it was just to die….but then I met you...Master Plo, the whole pack...You became my family but I just….I….a...a part of me is waiting for you all to leave me...like everyone else has…” at first you were crying as you spoke but as you continued your voice became meek and your tears had stopped flowing. Your gaze remained down at the bed.

Now he understood, his heart sunk as you spoke, he knew of the pain you spoke of. Weight on your chest and fog in your mind. He and his brothers may have been bred for war but he knew. He knew of all of it, you’ve had enough of the war and you snapped. He would be lying if he said he was expecting this but he really wasn’t, you had a wall that was almost as strong as his, a part of him was proud for staying stong but ultimately he was worried for you, he hated seeing you in pain and cursed himself for not noticing this sooner.

“Wolffe?” You questioned hesitantly as you looked up at him. He seemed to be in a relative daze as he gazed at you. When he heard you call his name he blinked. He ran his fingers through your hair with his other hand keeping one on your cheek.

“Cyar’ika, You are the strongest, talented, and greatest person I have ever met. These thoughts, I can’t promise that they will leave you but that’s all they are. Thoughts. No one will leave you, I most certainly won’t. I understand what you feel, the fear, the pain, everything. You are allowed to feel these things but don’t ever give up. Keep fighting because you are my world, I don’t know what I would do if you left. Nothing can erase what happened, no one can change the past and no one knows what the future will hold. You can always come to me (Y/N), you have my support Cyar’ika. I can only comfort you when you come to me though. I hate seeing you in such pain, this war. I don’t know when it will end and I can’t promise that we won’t lose anyone else but we have to keep fighting, and I can assure you that no one hates you. But I can’t speak for the seps” He smiled slightly towards the end. You cracked a subtle smile and rested your head against his plastoid armor.

“Thank you Wolffe...for being here…” You said softly, you were definitely not 100% back to normal but you did feel like the weight on your chest had been lifted, even if it was just a little bit.

“Anytime (Y/N)” Wolffe held you close sighing softly “(Y/N)?” Your eyes were shut and you hummed “I Love you Cyar’ika, and I always will” He pressed a gentle kiss atop your head and your smile grew. Wolffe didn’t say he loved you out loud that often but when he did you could practically feel the love that flowed from it and enveloped you. A warmth filled your chest and you let out a content sigh.

“I love you too Wolffe”

He shifted and stripped himself of his armor leaving him in only his blacks. He laid down pulling you with him. He held you close against his chest, arms around you in a protective manner.

“I will protect you (Y/N), now and forever. No one will hurt you while I’m here” He said as drowsiness crept upon him. You shifted your hand to intertwine your fingers together and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. You closed your eyes falling asleep in your lover’s arms, that squeeze speaking volumes to Wolffe.

#clone troopers #star wars #clones #oneshot #fanfic #clone wars #x reader #commander wolffe #wolffe #wolffe x reader #wolffe pack #cw #104th attack battalion #104th squad #104th

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explorers of arvus: now what? / 2.2.21

LAST TIME ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS: we kicked the shit out of a witch, a murdercow, and a tree, and nearly got murdered by a broom! also i exploded the tree, which was pretty fucking poggers. we also did have to hold taure down to feed her some healing elixirs but yknow

silje, meanwhile, was spaced the fuck out the entire time (bc of being a dmpc last time) and has no idea what just happened or that he commited gratiutous amounts of tree violence.

And Then We Slept For 24 Hours (we didnt)

thorne rolled a nat20 on drawing the tree blight on fire! which is EXTREMELY COOL. im glad we have a memorial of the coolest thing ive done on arvus so far (and also hopefully the fire wont spread bc it would suck if we set all of arvus on fire) oh nvm we're in a swamp so we good. hard to set things on fire in a swamp.

i swear im paying attention but green is talking about dreamout in 772 rn and has some very interesting theories about how the eggpire plot would go down so i am just. side-eyeing it. i am Looking. i swear im paying attention.

oh man i havent collected my notes from last session bc i was liveblogging in discord for nyx's benefit. that's gonna be interesting to compile.* i wonder if i should put these in gdocs instead of wordpad lmao (wait no i use wordpad bc its easier to just pop open and have layered over discord / roll20) * [ AND THEN I DIDNT DO THAT FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS ]

michael: ...burn the house down charlie: ~ we're gonna burn the whole house down! ~ thorne: [confused] how do you know that song? we dont have any bards charlie: [buffering] ...BITCH I MIGHT BE

what if i took a level in bard, would that be fucked up or what

tiny hut tiny hut tiny hut tiny hut. TINY HURT (sieron casted Leomund's Tiny Hut bc we burnt down the only nearby shelter)

lots of discussion about the hut. hut talk

thorne: sieron, why havent we been doing this? charlie: great question! hey sieron, what the fuck? sieron: i guess i just havent thought about it? charlie: you're lucky you're cute >:/ sieron: AA??

discussion of sieron's alter appearance and how its probably somewhat awkward bc thorne is just. openly a horc. unfortunately, sieron's hometown is super racist

HELLO I HAVE BEEN DISTRACTED BC RUBY DID A PANEL REDRAW FROM ASP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA aa a a a a a

time for taure and thorne to chat on watch! frenship taure hasnt noticed her hair colour bc shes been busy doin stuff, like killin people taure misunderstands thorne asking abt her hair and thinks he has a tragic backstory of being a hairdresser before becoming a warlock DOES TAURE KNOW WHAT THE FEYWILD IS yes she does! war of the veils was a thing, where the feywild invaded the material plane and honestly i should read all the worldbuilding again bc its been forever but i thought all that was neat

oh shit thorne called taure a uhhhh eladrin? OH BOY TAURE ROLLED A 1 we're on the same page here TIME FOR THORNE INFODUMP eladrin are feywild elves! as in closely related to the fey, as well as living in the feywild. their hair changes with the seasons, like taure's does :O !! taure and thorne have not had a fucking one on one conversation before

thorne: taure. taure: yes, hello that is me i am taure [..] taure: now, counterpoint, the sun makes hair change colour-- thorne: Taure.

thorne is trying so hard i love they everyone else is sleeping through this convo so theyre spared the awkwardness but ooc we are having a great time :o eladrin hair colour changing stuff related to mood / seasons / powers?? thorne is admittedly confused bc Weird Documentation but this is really neat to hear about taure, meanwhile, has no idea why this is important.

thorne: if i had told you this, and you had-- transcended-- into your next phase-- id be very concerned taure: hold on [loud grunting] okay no

why havent we been doing tiny hut this whole time. sieron.

oh right taure has a tragic backstory and her mom ditched her as a babby. MEANWHILE, THORNE DOESNT EVEN HAVE PARENTS michael: there are two types of people in the world: those who're kidnapped as infants, and those that kidnap infants WAIT IS THIS LIKE, THE FIRST TIME ANYONES HEARD ABT THORNE'S BACKSTORY BESIDES "LIVED IN THE FEYWILD" thorne is very chill about it though. god i love thorne. i love the entire party

thorne: ...after the third or fourth prophetic vision, they all sorta blur together.

god i wish id written down more about the magical mystical adventure OH. THE ORACLE FORESHADOWED THE ELADRIN THING. NEAT thorne: oh, the oracle! is that the guy with the, uh... [snaps fingers] the gryphon fart orb?

IREL IS HERE YAY IREL i have forgotten how to spell their name. how about i split the difference and spell it Yirel. michael is rolling to see if thorne and taure woke yirel up-- OH OKAY yirel just. sleeps for fun. god i wish that were me

charlie's hair can hold many small pets of dubious sapience.

I LOVE YIREL,,, thorne is just pleasantly confused. WAIT IS YIREL PURRING yirel: you are confused by that action! :D taure: ...yes. what were you doing? yirel: i was performing magic! i can now detect your minds! i can hear your thoughts. :D OKAY SO YIREL WAS. NOT PURRING. yirel has cast Detect Thoughts on thorne. thorne's train of thought is now "???"

we need to teach the snake consent. we have now taught the snake consent.

YIREL IS GOING TO VERY POLITELY ASK THE BIG BAD IF HE CAN READ THEIR MIND its okay i love them. thorne is SO CONFUSED yirel is attempting to be helpful YIREL LITERALLY DISCOVERED THEY COULD CAST DETECT THOUGHTS SO THEY CASTED DETECT THOUGHTS. thorne is hoping yirel wont learn to cast fireball on themself. yirel: there's two timelines where that could happen. i will do my best to avoid them! :D

okay its really hard to get across in text but yirel is basically just. permanently happy/excited sounding. like a puppy! or like the ":D" face in winged snake form.

ooh, a celestial serpent location! off in the mistwall mountains. they are Extremely Dead but yirel told thorne+taure where it is on the map and said we can learn stuff abt time! and then went to sleep. goodnight yirel. i will kill for you

S. S. BIG BOAT (it is 60 miles across. big boat. thank you jorb)

WHAT IS WRONG WITH JORB'S CAMERA, WHY DOES IT KEEP ZOOMING IIIIIIIIIIN

it rained overnight so all the water that collected on the tiny hut got dumped on everyone, and THEN silje shook off like a dog and charlie is MISERABLE

SILJE GOT A NAT20 FORAGING the survival squad are gonna get the fuckin best breakfast ever

oh yea the poison / disease was stored in the tree blight! so now that we've incinerated it it's all good. still gonna take time for the whole river to clear, but with the source of it gone we should be golden. fuck yea

oh man today was hourly comics day, wasnt it. or was it feb 1? fuck shit damn uhhhhh i have done. nothing. besides work on the PMV, talk about dreamout, and now play d&d. this is unrelated to everything im just Thonkin

TIME FOR SWAMP FACTS solar knows So Much about swamps. time to discuss cattails (please no) these are cattails............. ME WANT BITE. ME WANT PLANT CORN DOG DELIGHT. ME WANT DEEP FRIED. ME THINK WATER TWINKIE NICE

oh shit thorne has spotted a ufo. yuufo time OMINOUS YUUFO silje, with an armful of frogs and a lizard in his mouth: [looks up] mrrp? poor silje cant see for shit. NEITHER CAN THORNE its either very small and close, or very big and far away

HRM. actually this MIGHT be related to the vision bc the ominous yuufo was heart-shaped, and the vision was of a necromancer on a floating bloody platform raising all kinds of undead

its been forever and i didnt take a lot of notes on the mini-session but the last time we saw the oracle was a cave on theral! so, unrelated to the place yirel marked on the map. which michael marked down as "seat of the oracle"!

TAURE THINK OF THE CHILDREN THAT WE DONT HAVE (we have yirel!) TAURE THINK OF THE CHILD THAT WE HAVE

ahoyhoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i wanna go to ahoyhoy. we are not currently going to ahoyhoy but maybe some day

i had to stop paying attention because buttons wanted to see my Horrible Streaming Setup and apparently something terrible has happened. also honse

we are potentially dealing with a salad katamari.

thorne: could that be what the object in the sky is? silje: ...a lettuce?

we have voted to ignore the salad katamari for now. this action will have consequences.

charlie and silje take watch! charlie wants to know what silje's deal is! silje is a monster hunter. charlie misses bein a thief ): SILJE WAS A MONSTER HUNTER SINCE HE WAS 12?? charlie realizes that perhaps becoming an adventurer and doing a huge amount of murder on a regular basis, especially as a child, is Maybe Not Great silje likes books! charlie offers to lend him her books :D charlie, quietly: i am totally doing the friendship thing so good. RATS RATS RATS RATS hehe rats.

uh oh, nyx has died. NVM NYX IS OKAY nyx's power has not gone out again

we've been on arvus for 13 days! neat.

OH SHIT FLOATING ISLAND its also shaped weirdly like a heart. YEP IT LOOKS LIKE ITS BLEEDING probably bc of clay or iron oxide in the dirt but still that looks ominous as hell SIERON'S A SMART BOY he rolled 20+ on the 3 rolls he had to do, fuck yeah. this fucked up island is an Earth Mote! which are lil sky islands. or like, just general dirt chunks thatre in the sky. theyre either natural events or wizards showing off! also they usually move, but this one is just kinda... tethered. not like Literally but its locked in place. this is apparently the "Heart of Arvus"! which is . at the heart of arvus. or at least the centre of the continent.

solar: leo, we've found the ruins of mumbo jumbo's base. leo: [leans over and thwaps solar on the leg w nerf sword]

penn: i swear to god, if i look out my window and i dont see jorb in the sky, im going to be disappointed that hes not doing his job. jorb: slowly rotating.

we are now thinking about how to get up on the rock. TINY HUT STAIRCASE solar: could i featherfall the wrong way? wand of wonder / wild magic surge! NOPE mage hand! charlie is 41 pounds. mage hand is 5 pounds limit. korred rope! we have enough rope to tie together and tie to the korred rope, BUT the korred rope cannot fly. OH THE ROCK IS INHABITED there's an elf!

sieron & taure: [worried about the necromancy] charlie: HOWDY~!

[party arguing about who's gonna go up bc not all of us can fit up there] [leo and solar start swordfighting in the background]

sent kaepora through the portal to the heart of arvus aaaaaand end of session! CLIFFHANGEERRRRRRR

michael: DID YOU FUCK MY MOM, DUNGEONMASTER?

#leo chirps #ttrpg #explorers of arvus #BACK TO NORMAL NOTE FORMATTING whee #i hope youre ready for a lot of Tiny Hut Staircase from now on bc im so fucking enamoured by it

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 5 years ago

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my escape ix: the thief (marvel x disney’s descendants 3 crossover)

Series summary: Astrid Lokisdottir (OC) grew up on the Isle of the Lost with her father, Loki Odinson. Plagued by nightmares, she’s presented with an escape plan and memories of a woman, memories which aren’t hers.

series masterlist

Series warnings: spoilers, swearing, mean Loki, kidnapping, I’m not following canon timelines, all characters except for Astrid are not mine, Loki is kind of OOC, the story focuses more on (spoiler alert lmao) Astrid and mother!reader’s relationship

character relationships if that’s a thing: Astrid x Harry Hook, Astrid x dad! Loki, Loki x wife! reader, Astrid x mom! reader, goddess of hysteria! reader

A/N: yes, I left you on a cliffhanger. yes, this is unedited

The limousine came to a halt and Y/N could not help but smile to herself; after years, she would finally see her husband. Beneath the thoughts of excitement, a little part of her mind couldn’t help but wonder if Loki even wanted to see her. What if the reason he was condemned to the Isle was because he condemned himself to the Isle to escape her grasps?

What if he took Astrid with him because he knew she would be an irresponsible mother? Y/N frowned, going to the Isle was a bad idea. Of course, Astrid wouldn’t have come looking for her if Loki badmouthed her. That thought alone provided y/n with relief; maybe her husband did want to see her.

A man in a black suit opened the car door for her and the h/c-haired goddess stepped off the black car and took in her surroundings. The living conditions on the Isle were far from ideal. The buildings appeared as they withered away and a horrid stench filled her nose which led to her scrunching up her face. She pitied every person living on the damned isle.

“Where do I find Loki?” Y/N questioned, looking around for any telltale signs of Loki’s whereabouts.

“Your husband isn’t an easy man to find, your highness. Since his relocation to the Isle, nobody from Auradon’s heard from him,” the man explained.

“Of course, he is. Loki is one Hel of a god; surely, someone here knows of his whereabouts,” Y/N smiled optimistically, nearly scaring the man.

“I was assigned to follow you around to avoid any complications ma’am and I don’t think it’s a good idea to mingle with anyone of the Isle,” the man attempted to explain. Y/N shrugged his words off and began to stray away. The man rushed after her as she did and huffed; there was no reasoning with the Goddess of Hysteria.

Y/N felt another presence behind them, reached into her boot, and spun around to see a hooded man attempting to pickpocket her guard. She chuckled. Her guard didn’t seem to notice but her guard didn’t seem to notice that his wallet was in the hands of another man

“Unhand his wallet or I cannot guarantee you’ll walk away with all your limbs, darling,” Y/N grinned, holding onto her dagger tightly. The man in front of her barely cowered. Instead, he broke out in a fit of laughter.

“Look, princess, I don’t know what you’re doing on the Isle of the lost, but compared to the man I have to answer to, you’re as powerful as a mouse,” the man chuckled, admiring the wallet in his hands.

“Any man who knows his worth would bow to the Goddess of Chaos. The man you answer to? I’ll make him kneel before me as anyone should,” Y/N snarled, pushing the dagger closer to the man.

“Loki? Kneel before anyone? You must be mad, woman!” the man chuckled, catching Y/N off guard. Of course, people on the Isle feared Loki. A quick moment passed and Y/N was now holding a dagger to the man’s throat, catching him off guard.

“Loki’s whereabouts. I need you to tell me where he is or you will perish at my hand, darling,” Y/N smirked, holding the cold dagger closer against the man’s skin.

“What’re you gonna do with them princess? Do you really think Loki of all people would submit to another princess from Auradon?” the man chuckled shakily. Y/N smirked knowing the man was trembling under her hold.

“Another princess? Darling, I’m a goddess and you will tell me what I need to hear. My business with Loki is my business, not yours,” Y/N whispered lowly, drawing a small ribbon of scarlet on the man’s throat.

“Lady Y/N, let go of the man, we can ask someone else and he can keep my wallet,” her bodyguard eased her, slowly approaching Y/N. Y/N’s arm replaced the dagger on the man’s throat as she pointed the dagger too at her body guard.

“No! I’ve waited twenty years to be reunited with my family, I am not willing to wait a few more minutes! Not while we have a perfectly good opportunity to find my husband! You’re here for my security, you are not my advisor,” Y/N’s eyes glimmered with chaos as a crazed expression found its way to her face. This was the Goddess of Hysteria and she wouldn’t allow anybody to keep her from her husband.

“He’s in the tower next to Maleficent’s castle,” the man choked out, interrupting Y/N’s hissy fit.

“I don’t know where that is, darling. I’d prefer if you’d take me to him. Don’t try running away either,” Y/N huffed, unhanding the man and letting him walk.

He nodded in response before he began to lead them towards Loki’s residence. Y/N smiled to herself, this was happening. She was going to be reunited with her husband.

The man led them through dark alleys, only stopping to check for any dangers in the path. He didn’t dare look Y/N in the eyes in fear of what he might see. She was terrifying to him. If she were anything like Loki, he feared she’d see hell in her eyes. Even her own bodyguard feared for his life when he was tasked to keep her alive. His life flashed before his eyes the moment the dagger was pointed at him.

All he could see in that moment was the crazed look in Y/N’s eyes as her face flashed with Asgardian fury. Anyone would have broken down under her gaze alone.

They arrived at a tall stone brick tower. Y/N chuckled knowing the tower must have been Loki’s dramatic way to assert dominance over the Isle.

“Loki resides at the top of the tower with his daughter. It’s a long way up,” the man explained. Y/N nodded solemnly before bolting up the spiral stairs as fast as she can.

She ignored the aching in her legs as she got further up the staircase. Her eyes focused on the ground with every step she took. She didn’t even notice the man in front of her as she crashed into him, nearly throwing each other off the stairs.

“Watch where you’re going,” a deep voice brought her out of her excitement as she regained her footing.

#loki #loki fanfic #loki of asgard #loki x reader #loki imagine #avengers imagine #harry hook #harry hook imagine #harry hook x reader #harry hook x oc

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vierafication · 4 years ago

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Last night around 4 am, I reblogged a certain post about "villainous rp" and added my own two cents to what had been discussed within it- mostly just venting about behavior I'd seen in the past. I didn't think much of it until I saw the next day it had been reblogged, and reblogged again, and again, by some folks who seemed pretty unhappy about what I'd said. I was told I needed to get a life, that I clearly can't separate IC and OOC, that maybe I shouldn't be writing at all. That hurt. I was irritated, then, feeling like I'd had words shoved in my mouth, like I was being purposefully misinterpreted. I typed up a clarification post explaining my previous points and pressed send, but it was seemingly ignored.

I talked with @damankjol about it later. He's the best, if you didn't know. And he rp's villains! I don't think he's a sociopath! He's very empathic and honest and understanding and cool, and he helped me realize that people weren't just angry at me, they were genuinely hurt by what I'd written. I went back and reread what I posted, as well as the responses, with a more critical eye. And... yeah. What I typed up wasn't clean, organized, or coordinated. I was venting and the tone that came off was irritated and rude. While not my intention, what I wrote sounded pretty fucking disrespectful and downright mean. And, frankly, my intentions don't matter, anyway, since I wasn't able to convey them properly. I just put some angry bullshit up on tumblr way too late at night, and I didn't expect anybody to even look at it, let alone reblog it- but I should have. Tumblr is a public platform and I should have approached my post the same way I'd approach any other one during the normal hours of the day. Thinking critically is always key, but audience is too- a vent post is a vent post, but I should have thought before I vented about a topic other people were sensitive to, and properly indicate specifics instead of vague generalizations. So, yes, I really wanted to apologize to anyone who that post hurt. I’m genuinely sorry. I should not have generalized like that. It wasn't even my intention in the first place. I was disrespectful and now that I think about it, incredibly hypocritical to boot. So yeah. I really am sorry. I respect @damankjol and @miqojak a lot as writers, and it would never be my intention to tear them down. Or anybody else, for that matter- rp only works when you rp with others, after all.

Once again, I'm sorry, and I hope you won't hate me for eternity or anything. Storytime and critical analysis under the cut.

One of my first, and worst, experiences in the ffxiv rp community was a good couple years ago. I was describing my character to a “friend,” and that character happened to be Lionnet Blodoint, my Ishgardian chirurgeon. Lionnet was not a good person by a long shot, to begin with, and from his time serving during the Dragonsong War, he’d developed quite a bit of PTSD relating to any and all things draconic. He hated dragons. He didn’t even like Au Ra. “Wow,” said the so-called friend at the time. “Your character is a nazi.”

“What? No!” I exclaimed. I tried to explain that he was NOT a nazi, he was just a traditionalist Ishgardian who hated dragons because they had been, at one point in time, absolutely hell-bent on destroying his home and everything he knew. I thought it was a pretty reasonable character trait to hate, or at least fear, dragons after serving in the Dragonsong War. The core of how I’d planned to develop him would be overcoming or at least coming to terms with his trauma, and no longer seeing it in every dragon or Au Ra he met. “No,” they said. “Your character is terribly written. They’re awful and nobody would ever want to rp with them. They’re boring because they’re so full of negative traits. They’re racist and thus, a nazi. And you are just as bad, because you’re defending them! You’re a nazi too!”

So yeah, they are NOT my friend anymore. But that whole convo really stuck with me, and I was afraid to bring out Lio afterwards- it took me another year before I actually began to use him in rp. And he turned out wonderful! His story became one of my favorite rp character stories of all time, and he had great relationship development and a happy ending. He’s still around, canonically, but I have a different main toon now.

So it shocks me that what that person told me about Lio is more or less the same as what I wrote in that post. I’m honestly dumbfounded at how I could just casually type that up and post it, when it draws so many parallels to the way I was bullied back then. So yeah. Huge hypocrisy right there. I swore to never act like that. And to an extent, I suppose I have. But that post I made was pretty fucking close- just directed at a vaguely generalized audience instead of a singular person and character. Maybe that’s actually worse. And I am sorry. I guess because it wasn’t directed at anyone but the void (even the op’s url doesn’t exist anymore), I just didn’t think about it. Which sounds like a lame-ass excuse, but... it’s true. I just wasn’t thinking. I was just venting. It’s really fucking with me that I could’ve hurt somebody so much completely unintentionally, to be honest.

So, what did I say- or, to be more clear, what was I attempting to say? What was my intention, and what wasn’t? I’m going to go over that now, more for my benefit than anyone else’s. Please note that I am not trying to make excuses or shove any blame elsewhere. I am just trying to clarify what I meant and address the issues that made my post so negative, for my own sake.

To begin, I’m gonna link this post by @lilac-memorials. It goes into detail about the trouble with “villain” discourse, and addresses a number of issues from a much more unbiased standpoint, far more eloquently than I could. Also, it seems to reference (the worse) parts of my posts at some points, or maybe I’m just paranoid. Regardless, it’s a much better post than the trainwreck that was the original one, and I agree with every bit of it. It also addresses the difference between a “villain” and an “antagonist,” which is something I attempted to go into but failed miserably.

Anyhoo. My post began with this paragraph:

Seriously. I do not trust anyone who refers to themselves as a “villain” rper. A character can take an antagonistic role in another character’s story arc, that’s fine, that works. It goes back to the “everyone is the hero of their own story” sorta thing. But playing a villain, only as a villain… what’s the point in that? It’s just someone roleplaying as an evil asshole that expects to be treated as stronger than other characters, expects to be feared. It reads like some twisted power fantasy. It doesn’t sound fun and it sure isn’t fun for the people rping with you. Like dude, calm down.

To begin with, yes, I am indeed a little distrustful of people who label their characters first and foremost as villains, before anything else. I am more suspicious of engaging in rp with them than I am with other types of characters, because I have seen some pretty crappy villains out and about and I just don’t wanna deal with that. Next, I go on to try to draw the line between a villain and an antagonist, and how I am much less suspicious of “antagonistic” characters than straight-up “villain” characters. “But playing a villain, only as a villain... what’s the point in that?” I ask. Very rudely. Insinuating that their is no point whatsoever in playing a villain. Which I didn’t intend to. But honestly, I don’t know how else that would’ve translated- I don’t know what I was thinking. I go on to describe this “villain” as somebody who is an evil asshole with a power fantasy, and how it ruins fun for anybody. Which can be read very easily as saying “all villains are like this.” No, they are not! I was describing the bad type of villain rper. The rper who “plays a villain, only as a villain,” and not as a character. Do you get what I mean now? The controlling, toxic, power-hungry rper that plays a villain as an outlet to be further controlling, toxic, and power-hungry, moreso than they ever could in reality. We all know that type of person exists. We’ve met them, somewhere. Sometimes they aren’t playing the villain at all, anyway. They’re playing the hero, or somebody else entirely. But here, I am just venting about that type of person. They are what my post is about. The key line should’ve been “playing a villain, only as a villain,” but it was shoved into a passive-aggressive question addressing self-worth instead of a proper sentence describing the difference between a well-written villain and a badly-written villain. And thus the post begins as if it had been rudely addressed to all villain rpers everywhere, labeling them as the evil asshole with a power fantasy, instead.

Next is: Anyway hot take but maybe the reason people kept trying to “redeem” and “change” OP’s character is because their character is boring af!

Yeahhhh, that one’s just mean. And, given the first paragraph, easily able to seen as an attack saying that if you are a villain rper, your character is boring af. They’re not! The op’s post is a little much, to be honest, and I guess I thought I was feeling spicy at 4 am. Now I think I must’ve just been being mean. Aurelia explains what’s wrong with the initial post here, though, instead of trying and failing to poke fun at it in that special pseudo-mean tumblr way like I did.

Lastly, Like, honestly! Play a character as a foil to another, play to fucked up ideas about morality, play an antagonist arc to a protagonist character, play a character who makes bad decisions. But don’t play a “villain.” Don’t play a character whose core personality traits are simply being cruel/evil. Don’t play a character whose sole focus is to kill npcs, be scary, and lord over other players’ characters. Don’t play a character who never develops or changes, and doesn’t facilitate change in other characters. Just don’t be an asshole edgelord. Don’t be flat and one dimensional. Don’t use rp to live out your fucked up power fantasy. Get therapy instead.

Honestly, I think this is the most clear part of my entire post, and also the worst, at the end there. I just am listing off behaviors that this figurative “bad villain rper” exhibits, and what offsets them. Play a villain that’s complex, had depth, nuance! I’m saying don’t play the “villain,” and then listing off what this specific hypothetical villain is. The opposite of deep and nuanced. The “bad villain rper” type the whole post is a vent about.

Then comes the dreaded “ Don’t use rp to live out your fucked up power fantasy. Get therapy instead. “ The villainous power fantasy. No, I do not think everyone who rp’s villains is like this. Yes, I believe there are people like this, who are INCREDIBLY few and far between, and if they solely use rp as an outlet to harass others both ICly and OOCly, that is bad! And maybe they should get help! And even, then, that was only half-serious! But therapy is a serious subject and I should have known better, and done better. Did all of that come off as intended? Hell no! Instead, it was the final nail in the coffin.

So! That’s what I was trying to say. Badly-written villains are a pain. If I had written up a post like I am now, with this long-ass thing, actually trying to be eloquent and clear. Not 4 am word vomit. This 4 am word vomit instead has gotten me to be read and interpreted as:

-being completely unable to separate character and player to the point where i think every villain’s player is a Real Life Bad Person and/or needs mental help

-saying all villains are boring because they’re not heroes, and thus are incapable of being complex and nuanced

-saying people who play dark/antagonistic characters are, in general, living out their fucked up power fantasy through them

-thinking that villainous characters are incredibly boring and just plain terrible

No! None of that is what I think! Absolutely none! I’m not going to go in and refute each of those claims, because, like I said, I’m not trying to make excuses here. But I WILL end this thing with what I do think of villainous characters and their players:

They’re fucking great, okay? A good story is made a gazillion times better by having a good villain in it, be the story a book, a movie, or an rp scenario. Well-written villain rpers are a TREASURE, and need to be appreciated! It is often harder to find rp with antagonistic toons, to begin with, and their players may find themselves getting shit on more often than others, which should absolutely not be the case. Characters that are complex and deep and nuanced are great no matter what their alignment is.

There ARE some pretty shitty villain rpers out there, too. And, in my own personal experience, they tend to be much more obnoxious than shitty hero rpers. A badly written hero will ruin a villain’s rp. A badly written villain may well try to ruin everybody around them’s rp.

Badly written villains suck. They’re the worst. And they make things worse for those that dedicate a lot of time and effort to crafting complex and cleverly written, compelling villains! Badly written villains are something I can and will complain about, just as well-written villains are something that I can and will praise. But I’ll try not to complain or vent on this platform anymore, to start.

And I do NOT blend IC and OOC. That’s the rper’s taboo! I will critique others who do it, though, which ironically is what I was sort of trying to do- complain about those specific villain players who do that. But anyway. If you’ve read this far, good for you! This has been way too long.

And. Please. If I do say or do something that hurts you in the future, regardless of what type of post it is, talk to me! Tell me what’s up! Thank you!

#THIS IS A LONG ASS POST U HAVE BEEN WARNED #u dont need to read all of the rest if u dont want to #in fact u dont need to read it at all if u don't know what post im referring to anyway

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eirist · 5 years ago

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Hi! How are you? Hope you are really good! I really love your fics (but the first time writing to you :3). So, I have this prompt: Late night, a drunk Zoro and a drunk Nami meet unexpectedly in the kitchen, looking for some water. Thanks so much! Looking foward for more fics!

LITTLE BITS AND PIECES OF HEAVEN

DRINK YOU SOBER

One-shot #: 17

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei. Title is from Bitter:Sweet’s steamy song.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: For @marafuego. Hope you enjoy this!

And… I apologize for the delay as I haven’t been able to get around the prompt requests for some time. Truth is I kinda got stuck. But reassured I will deliver the other ZoNa requests as soon as I can.

Summary: “I’m drunk… and you’re drunk as well right? Can we just leave it at that?”

“Well, hello stranger.”

Zoro flinched at voice and immediately drew back from the Sunny’s fridge, knocking his head on the overhead tray in the process.

Frowning, he swiveled around and found Nami leaning against the far end of the counter separating the kitchen and dining area, with a cheeky smile on her face.

“What do we have here?” She asked in a singsong tone. When he didn’t answer, she propped her chin on the palm of her hand. “Looks like someone’s stealing from the supposedly locked fridge.”

Zoro cursed under his breath while rubbing his head. “Shut it witch. I’m just getting some water.” He stuck his hand back inside the fridge and grabbed the pitcher.

“I’m surprised you know the code.”

He smirked as he slammed door shut and snatched a glass from the counter rack. “Ero-cook’s THAT predictable.”

Nami’s lips formed a perfect ‘o’ at his remark.

“Why are you still awake?” He asked as he poured himself a drink.

“Why are you lurking in the dark?”

They both asked at the same time. Nami grinned while Zoro cocked an eyebrow at her.

In the silvery moonlight streaming in from the galley’s portholes; they stared at each other, both waiting for an answer.

When neither one replied, Nami then straightened up and was about to make her way towards him when she blindly bumped the corner of the counter.

“Ouch!” She whined. “Why the hell didn’t you switch the lights on Zoro?” She made a clicking sound with her tongue to show her disapproval at his decision to skulk inside the galley in the dark.

“Don’t need it,” the swordsman grunted.

“Well some of us do!”

“Not my fault you can’t find your way in the dark cat burglar.” She didn’t miss the way he emphasized her epithet.

Nami made a face as he downed his water in one gulp.

“Slow down with the water idiot! You’re not the only one who wants to drink some!”

"Not so loud Nami!” Zoro hissed. “You’ll wake the others up!”

“Ooops. Sorry,” she mock-whispered. Then she giggled. “I’ll shush.” She placed her forefinger on her lips.

The tall swordsman raised both of his eyebrows at her reaction. He scrutinized her curiously, wondering why she was still up and about… and boisterous.

He silently observed her as she approached him. And he noticed that she seemed unsteady; her stride was careful but he can see that she was tilting a bit and her hand never left the kitchen counter.

“Are you drunk Nami?”

She stiffened at his question. “Excuse me?”

“You’re staggering,” Zoro pointed out.

“No I’m not!” She vehemently denied. “Just had a feeew drinks is all…” She stuck her tongue out at him. “You of all people should know that I don’t get drunk that easily.”

He looked unconvinced. Few for Nami usually means almost ALL the liquor stock available. “Uh-huh. Is that why you’re using the counter for support?”

Nami puffed her cheeks. She was now near enough for him to note that her face was flushed and her eyes, a bit unfocused.

Not drunk my ass alright. He thought with a scoff.

“I am not drunk Zoro!” She poutily declared when she heard the unbelieving sound he made. She let go of the counter to place her hands on her hips—the way she usually does when she was about to chastise him. However, the sudden defiant movement made her wobble a bit and Zoro automatically reached for her arm to steady her.

“Not drunk my ass,” he voiced his earlier thought.

“You’re the one to talk.” Nami grumbled while holding on to him. She drew closer and sniffed. “You reek of alcohol swordsman.” She scrunched up her nose in disgust.

Her insult didn’t even faze him. With a shit-eating grin he said, “I should say the same to you.”

Her brown eyes widened in horror. She looked offended and mortified at the same time. True, he can smell the liquor on her, enough for him to deduce that she probably drank more than just a feeew (to quote her) drinks as she was claiming.

Nami smacked him on the arm lightly. “Not as much as you do baka! Did you take a bath with sake or something?”

Zoro just chuckled at her attempt to drag him in a midnight banter. As much as he wants to engage in their usual verbal play, his head is already buzzing from all the liquor he drank.

He was already following her down the road to inebriation and ready to pass out anywhere.

He was done with this night.

Nami must’ve sensed it given the way a sly smile appeared on her lips.

Grabbing his shoulders for support, she tiptoed so they were almost face to face. “You are drunk too, aren’t you Zoro?” The mapmaker whispered in his ear.

"And what if I am?” Zoro drawled.

She threw her head back and laughed. “So you do get drunk!”

“You wish witch.” She laughed again and his arm instantly went around her, just in case she topple-over from dipping her head back too much. He can just imagine the havoc it will cause when she falls and crack her skull on the floor of the Sunny’s kitchen while with him.

Ero-cook will definitely murder him before dying from a broken heart if that happens.

All of a sudden, Nami grabbed his face.

“Oi!”

The orange-haired girl huffed. “Don’t deny it Zoro. You look like you’re about to fall asleep on your feet.”

“Hnnn…”

A mischievous smile appeared on her face, as her thumbs gently rubbed at the corners of his eyes. “You know, your eyes slant more when you had too much alcohol,” Nami told him in a soft voice. Then a frown marred her features, as she traced the scar running over his left eye. “Or in this matter… your eye…”

His breath got stuck in his throat. He had no idea that she actually paid any attention to him. He can feel his face heating up and it’s definitely not because of the booze in his system.

She proceeded to cup his face in the palm of her hands. “And you would smile more. Probably because all that liquor you chugged down help loosen your stoic smiling muscles.” Nami daringly use her thumbs to push the corners of his lips up in a lame attempt to make him smile.

Zoro just stood there staring at her, completely perplexed.

Then Nami clapped her hands with his face between them.

“DAMN IT NAMI!”

“Hahaha! Oooops you still felt that!”

“Temee…” With a growl he grabbed her wrists, in case she decides to repeat the action again. “Of course I did!”

“Oh alright,” she said in a condescending tone. “I guess you’re not really drunk… just supeeer close to it.” She mimicked Franky’s voice while patting his arm with her free hand to appease him.

“Why would you even think that?!” Zoro snarled at her.

“Why else would you be here in the middle of night, in your sleeping trousers and raiding the fridge?”

“I just wanted some water!” Zoro explained through gritted teeth. The one damn bad thing about this feisty cat thief is that she can really be insufferable… sober or not. “I’m gonna go nap,” he mumbled before their conversation turn into a squabble. He doesn’t have the energy for it to be honest.

“Hah!” Nami snickered. “There it is. Your own version of ‘I’m drunk’.”

His good eye narrowed.

“Your eye is slanting so much more now Zoro!” She chirped. “Getting drunker by the minute?”

“Shut it witch or I’ll pour all the remaining ice cold water on you to sober you up.” He threatened.

He was rewarded with a snigger and she took a step back. It was then that he realized that he was still holding her.

Zoro let her go and made a grab for the pitcher to refill his glass. He ignored the fluttering feeling in his chest from their exchange earlier.

“Hey. Why didn’t you join me tonight Zoro?” Nami nudged him with her shoulder to get his attention.

It was his turn to be startled by her question.

“We could’ve have drunk the whole bar under the table you know,” she continued on. “And I could’ve taken home more berries from the bets if you were there.”

Of course she would be interested in money more than anything, as usual.

“I know you’d just find a way to get your hands on my winnings if I drank with you,” he muttered glumly.

“Damn right of course!” Nami beamed at him. “Though you should be thankful it’s just your money I want to get my hands on.” She said rather suggestively, poking him on the chest.

Zoro nearly choked at her statement. What the hell did she mean by that?!

He coughed to clear his throat. Turning away from her, he seized his glass and drank the water in one gulp. He decided to just ignore what she had just dropped on him. “Good thing I decided to drink in another bar then.”

She feigned a sad look at that. “Ouch. I’m hurt Zoro. You’d choose isolation over a friend?”

“Nice of you to think I drank alone.”

Silence suddenly enveloped them.

Nami quirked an eyebrow at him. “The lone wolf finally learned how to make friends?”

Zoro snorted.

“Oh,” she looked a bit astounded. “You mean you… you like… went somewhere where you can…”

They blinked at each other for almost a full minute before her implication dawned into Zoro. “What?! No!” He looked just as stunned as her. “Of course I wouldn’t… it’s not…” he stuttered, unable to give her an explanation.

Well that suddenly sobered both of them up a bit.

The former pirate hunter felt all his blood rushed up to his face. This is embarrassing.

He rubbed a hand on his face before clearing his throat. “Usopp and Luffy joined me for a while. Then Franky, before he headed back here. Then Brook. That’s what I meant by I’m not alone.”

It’s not like he owed her an explanation but he didn’t want her to think that he actually hang-out in bars to pick women up…

… Or that he deliberately goes in brothels to get laid.

Nami worried her lower lip looking deep in thought. “Oh okay…”

Damn it!

“For a moment I thought you’d rather spend time with a stranger than with me.”

A disgruntled sound escaped his lips and he swiftly averted his eyes to avoid her gaze. How do one respond to that? What should he say?

Should he tell her that he actually wanted to spend time with her? That he wanted to accompany her at the bar where she went earlier and spend all night sitting beside her as they drink the stocks empty and win every single drinking competition thrown their way?

But that he didn’t? Instead he forced himself to look for another pub or tavern far away from her.

Because recently, he realized that being with Nami… was a bit disconcerting.

She stirs up certain emotions inside him that he was not too familiar with.

And it was throwing him off. Because he had no idea how to deal with it or how to handle it.

He shook his head to brush all the thoughts in his mind away.

This should be dealt with some other time. When they are both sober and in their right minds.

Tonight was not the night for this.

Nami suddenly pressed into him.

“Hey!” He glanced down, his lone eye meeting her half-lidded ones.

Great. The alcohol already took its toll on her. Nami looks like she’s about to pass out.

“I could use some water too Zoro,” she murmured, resting her forehead against his chest.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt the familiar, warm sensation crept slowly all over his body. She was too close for comfort now.

“Go get your own glass then.” He grumbled.

He felt her pout as her lips touched his bare skin. “We can just share.” She suggested in a tone that he knows so well. He recognized it as the one she constantly uses whenever she wants a favor from the cook or any other man she wants to twist around those devious fingers of hers.

He scowled. Like that would work on him…

Then he felt his resolve crumble a bit when she shifted closer and the scent of mikans mixed with alcohol assaulted his nose.

It was enticing. It makes him want to try and see if she tasted like she smelled.

His thoughts were cut off when she suddenly grabbed the glass in his hand.

Ever alert, Zoro held on to it.

She lifted her head up and their eyes locked. Nami tugged at the glass and he tugged back. She was no match against his grip of course. But he had to give her points for bravely trying.

Then she did the unthinkable. She wrapped an arm around his waist and pushed him back so she was now essentially pinning him between her body and the kitchen counter.

“Nami!” He rumbled the moment he felt her bountiful chest against him.

Nami smiled cheekily at him and she quickly snatched the glass out of his hand. “See it’s not bad to share Zoro.” She tossed back the glass’s content before placing it back down the counter.

He answered her with a glare. She has yet to get herself off him.

Nami was gazing up at his face, smirking at her victory. Then he watched as it slowly disappeared as she blinked up at him. Nami looked like she was pondering about something.

“Zoro,” she called his name in a way that it set off every single nerve in his body, sending it into overdrive.

“What now?” He asked in a raspy tone.

She was silent for a few seconds. But there was a gleam in her eye that he wasn’t sure he liked. “I’m drunk… and you’re drunk as well right? Can we just leave it at that?”

His eyebrows drew close to each other. “What are you even say—”

And she cut him off by capturing his lips with hers.

Just a fun suggestion. Try listening to Bitter Sweet’s Drink You Sober. The music is perfect for a ZoNa sexy time. It will help you imagine what possibly took place after the last scene. Unless I’m able to write it as a bonus one-shot. Hahaha!

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shots #zoro nami fanfiction #roronoa zoro #nami #zona prompts #prompt request

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onepdumpsterfire · 5 years ago

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Disclaimer: These stories are based ‘loosely’ on the game Obey me shall we date. The major stuff will be the same, but here and there the story will be changed or embellished. It is just an AU and I do not own the game the characters, from both One Piece or Obey Me, nor do I own One Piece in general. It would be cool though…

Warning: The characters will mostly be ooc and for the most part will not have the same background as in the anime/manga. The reader’s age will be above consent; the exact number is up to you.

Mystery Train

Devildom!AU

(pt13/?)

Various Characters X Reader

Sabo, Ace, Kid, and you were walking down the Devildom strip mall. There was an opening up ahead that leads to one of the eternal magic seals. It’s been here since ancient times and is one of the three ways to get to Earth. Sabo explained that they used to be open for public use but now only a select few and whoever they give permission to are allowed to go through. That’s because of a certain someone, Kid, kept going to the human realm and causing a ruckus with the witches over there. Which is also one of the reasons why he’s coming along. The witch you were gonna go visit is a fan of Kid’s and the one who wrote the book. He was more like leverage? A bargain to make the witch want to help turn Ace and Sabo back.

“Ace, since you’re in my body you are going to have to open the portal to the human world.” Sabo described to him how to open the now sealed portal and the location of where the witch would be. “The ride might make you a bit uneasy on your feet, Y/n, so hang on to me,” Ace offered you his arm, raising the other so he could perform the incantation. The solid wall wavered, whirling in itself before giving in to a black abyss.

Stepping through felt surreal, there was no body, no self. Just an empty void that somehow felt to be moving. Before you knew it the sun was blaring down on you as you hung from Ace’s arm. The ride had been short, but it took a lot out of you. The boys offered to let you sit and get your bearings for a moment while Sabo got tickets for the train you needed to take. Ace told Kid to keep an eye on you while he went off to get you a cool drink, the trip from the portal was always hard for any human that passed through, magic or no magic.

You sat on a bench near the platform, breathing in the fresh air. It was nice being back in your home-world; you’ve missed it a lot. Your family and friend that you left without notice, how were they? Were they worried? “You okay there, Y/n? You look pained, are you gonna pass out?” you looked down from the blue skies above to Kid. In such a short time that you’ve been down in Hell you’ve managed to experience such wonderful things. Meet people and beings you would have never thought you would. It had opened up a part of life you never knew existed. “Yea, I’m okay. Just missed,” you gestured vaguely in front of you to all the passing people and the arriving train, “this.” How could you not? It’s home. Kid stood beside you pondering what you said. They hadn’t asked to bring the exchange students to Devildom, they were just randomly chosen and taken. Nami was lucky because she knew about the program before she got to Hell, but you… You were just thrown into the fray. No questions asked. “Hey, Y/n?” His voice was strained, tied to itself in his throat. “Yes?” Kid had to clear his throat before continuing, “do… do you wish you’d never gone to Devildom?” you turned to him, surprised by his worries. “Of course n-” you were cut off by Ace’s return. He handed you a water bottle telling you that it should help you with your queasiness.

“I’m gonna go look in the shop over there,” Kid pointed at a souvenir place before scampering off on his own. He hadn’t given you the chance to tell him that coming here wasn’t a regret for you. You’ve enjoyed your time with the brothers, even if they are asses half of the time. The memories you made with them are some that you’d cherish for the rest of your life.

Sabo came back moments later to tell you the train should be arriving in twenty minutes. “Where’s Kid?” Sabo looked around, but couldn’t see him until Ace pointed him out by some knick-knacks in the store behind you. Sabo was irritated walking over to him. Both causing a small scene as they argued over the novelty items. “We should go over there before they break something,” Ace extended his hand for you to take. “Are you okay to walk?” You nodded at him before taking his hand and pulling yourself up. “They wouldn’t actually start fighting here, right?” Ace chuckled, “No, no, they know not to draw too much attention while we’re in the human world… I hope” That’s not that comforting.

You both walked over to see what all the fuss was about. “It’s not your money, you have no choice in what I buy with it.” Kid argued at Sabo. “I’m just telling you to show some restraint, wouldn’t want what happened in Las Vegas to happen again.” Kid’s eye twitched, what was that supposed to mean?! “Shut up, asshole. I’m getting them.” Kid handed the cashier the phone charms before reaching for his wallet. His wallet…He patted himself down looking for it, but he couldn’t find it! “Oh? Did you forget something back at home?”

“Fuck off,” Kid’s already sour mood had gotten worse. He didn’t need Sabo to rub it in. “Well, I suppose this once will be alright,” Sabo reached for two more charms, putting them in the counter. “I can get the charms this time, as a souvenir.”

“They were for Y/n and me. ONLY US. Why are you two getting some too?” Kid had wanted it to be a special thing between the both of you, but Sabo was ruining it. “Because we all took the trip together?” Sabo hands the cashier the money to pay for the charms. “Then get something different!” Sabo handed out the paid-for charms, connecting his own to his phone. “You can’t complain, I paid for them, just take it.” He handed him the last charm. “So we can match, Kid.” You raised your phone so he could see the dangling robot he had picked out. “… fine, whatever.” Kid finally relented, he couldn’t say no to the smile you’d given him.

“The train should be arriving shortly, let’s go wait by the platform.” Ace said, already pulling you along with him.

“Who died and made him boss?” Kid says as he followed along. The loud horn of the arriving train sounded throughout the station. When you all got on, you had already made plans to split up and look for the witch after the attendant checked your tickets. All except for Kid. “I’m gonna scope out the cars,” Kid walked out of the cabin, ignoring Sabo’s protests to stay put. “He never listens, just let him go,” Ace told him, as he ordering from the attending cart. “This isn’t a vacation, Ace. Take it seriously.”

“I am! I just want a drink.” The attendant handed him what he’d ordered, asking if there was anything else he wanted. “Do you want anything, Y/n?” You chose not to irritate Sabo more than he already was, declining the offer. “Suit yourself,” He turned back to the attendant, “ Can I also get a sandwich.” Sabo rubbed the bridge of his nose, this trip has been wearing Sabo down more than it should have. “If you were hungry, you should have eaten at home.”

You spotted Kid hurrying down the aisle back to your seat. Something’s wrong, he seems spooked. “I didn’t do it. I promise.” Well, that isn’t suspicious. “STOP RIGHT THERE!” That’s worse. What did he do? The man who’s been chasing Kid pushes him against a seat. “You KILLED her!” The situation is much worse than any of you thought. Panic flows through the people in the cabin. Murmuring and gossip flooding every seat.

Ace grabs onto the man, yanking him off his brother. “We should take this somewhere else,” Ace released a small wave of his power to warn him to do as told, or else. “Take us to where the body is.” He whispered to him, trying to avoid the prying ears of the other passengers.

We’re all ushered away from the many probing eyes of the people. Sabo turned around at the end of the cabin, getting all their attention. He said some sort of spell and they continued to do as they were. It’s almost like they hadn’t heard about the murder the other man was screaming about. Hypnosis? “I thought only Sanji could charm people?” you asked him, very confused about what he did. “What I did is very different from what he does,” he motioned for you to keep walking, “it only erases their last memory and it only works once, so we better do this as quietly as possible.”

The car that the witch was riding in was luxurious, to say the least. The cabin has a comfortable looking queen-sized bed pushed to the back. The room has a tall case that carries wine bottles and glasses, all tied down so they wouldn’t tip or fall. A two-seater sofa rested against the wall, a small table with two, magnificently carved, cushioned oak wood chairs in front of it. Her boy sat in one, slumped over the table, still bleeding from the stab wound on her lower back.

There was another woman in the room. She stood by the bed, hands covering her mouth and tears running down her face. She was visibly still in shock from what had happened. “Lucci!” She ran to meet him at the door until she saw the rest of us make our way into the room. “W-who are they?” She took a defensive stance, reaching over to pull him close to her. “I-I don’t-”

“I’ll introduce us,” Ace was taking charge of the situation. Giving names to all the other new people the pair saw in front of them. “Now that that’s out the way. I would like for you to explain what happened here.” The woman’s hysterics turned to outrage. She bounded over to us, pointing at Kid, “he killed her!” Lucci pulled her back, having noticed the glint of danger the three demons gave off. “Don’t get close, dear. Who knows what his friends are capable of doing.”

“Listen, Lucci, was it? And um,” Kid snapped his fingers trying to bring a name from his memories that he didn’t have. “Kalifa,” the now-named woman filled him in. “Right, Kalifa. I didn’t kill the witch,” Kid was trying to reason with them, “There’s an explanation to what happened.. I just..” The woman pulled herself from Lucci’s hold, “And what’s that?!”

“GIVE ME A MOMENT! I need to think.”

“Oh, that’s a VERY convincing argument.” Kalifa reached over to the phone that hung from the wall near the door, “I’m calling the security in this train.” Sabo reached over and snatched it from her hands. “Now, now, there’s no need for that.” The woman stepped back to where she was, not trusting being close to any of us. “Give us an hour and well prove that it wasn’t him”

“Why should we trust you?”

“You have no choice,” Sabo snapped his fingers. Both the man and woman fell down to the floor, hopefully, asleep. “What was that,” you asked him. “Don’t worry, they’re just asleep.” Sabo stepped closer to the table, “we needed some time.”

“Kid, Ace, take them to the bed while I try to invoke the witch’s spirit.” Now we’re doing seances? “Looks like they’ve already set up the table, great.”

“We shouldn’t mess with a witch’s spirit if you ask me.” Kid was a bit skeptical about the whole ordeal, as to be expected. He didn’t want to mess with another witch, they had a knack for revenge and grudges. “There’s no need. I’m already here.” You jumped from the sudden noise from behind you. A ghost? “I stayed behind because I wanted to know who killed me and why. Seems like we’re on the same boat, so why not work together?” The apparition floated over to her corps. “I know why you’re here.” The witch leaned down to get a better look at her lifeless body. “You were looking for me. It’s about the forbidden book, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. Do you know of a way to revert the book’s magic, Mrs.Kokoro?” She laughed at Sabo’s formality, “just ‘Kokoro’ is fine.” She waved her hand in front of herself as if to say to not think too much into it. “I can help you get back to your bodies, but first you’re gonna have to do something for me.” As expected, she wanted us to solve her murder. Though, to do that we have to find out how the scene played out. “I can help with that,” Kid walked over to us, making sure to keep his distance from the ghost. “When I walked in Kokoro was sitting there,” He pointed at her body, “her back to me, Lucci was next to her and Kalifa across from her.”

“What were you doing before Kid barged in?” You walked further into the cabin, further examining the scene of the crime. “We were doing a seance,” she pointed at the set up on the table, “Lucci had found her, distressed, in another cabin. Her husband had just died, she was going to go meet the family, but then Lucci found her and offered some consolidation. She wanted to know if her late husband was okay in the afterlife.” Kokoro raised her hands to further her point, “how could I refuse a grieving woman’s wish?”

“So Lucci is your… assistant?” Ace piped in from the bedding area. “More like my apprentice. I was teaching him magic.”

“I don’t see how the woman would have motive to kill you, if she is just a grief-stricken widow as you say.” Sabo points at Kid, “then that leaves you and Lucci.”

“WELL, I DIDN’T DO IT.”

“We know that,” Ace shook the man in question awake. “Wake up, we know you did it. We want to know why.” Way to ease into it. Lucci woke up from all the shaking, disoriented. “What do you mean?” His voice was groggy, still heavy from sleep. “What’s going on?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know. Why did you kill Kokoro?” Ace kept a hand on Lucci, his clasp vice-like, it was a threat not to try anything. “I did no such- ” The room shook, sending you off balance to the floor. “I KNOW THAT YOU DID. SPEAK THE TRUTH.” Kokoro’s apprentice had betrayed her, she was enraged. The lights flickered in the cabin, wine bottles and glasses shattering in their place on the shelf. “C-calm down, Kokoro. We’ll figure this out.” You tried to stop the raging spirit. “They’re right. Tipping the cabin won’t help us.” Sabo walked over to where Ace was and pulled Lucci to his feet. “Tell her the truth or I’ll make you,” his threat was accompanied by a power surge that passed through Sabo’s arm to Lucci’s chest. It sent him flying to the wall behind the bed, the wood splintered under the force he was thrown with. “F-fine. I’ll talk,” Lucci coughed, blood spurting out of his mouth and onto the white covers. The noise of it all woke Kalifa too. Good, there should be another witness to this. Someone who will testify against him when you all left for Hell.

Kalifa stood up in a hurry when she caught sight of Lucci. “W-what’s happening? What are you gonna do to us?” She has the wrong idea about what’s happening. “Relax, we’re just getting the killer to confess.” Ace pointed at the man bleeding on the bed. “Time to fess up.”

Lucci grunted his way to the edge of the bed, “…I killed her.” Sabo had power over Lucci and he used it, clutching his hand into a fist, he made Lucci grovel at his feet. A force constricting the man’s fractured ribs. Lucci groaned in pain, face down to the floor as he dug his nails into the floor. “Keep talking.” Sabo let his hold on Lucci loosen, but he didn’t relent on it. “What else do you want me to say? I told you what you wanted-”

“WHY?! Why did you kill me?! I thought you changed. I was gonna beg for your innocence.” The car shook again with her thunderous voice. “Why? Because I wanted more than your power!” Lucci went on to explain how Kokoro took him in as her apprentice. She’d found him the streets begging for food. He was in his mid-twenties and ran into some bad luck. To make a long story short, he ended up bankrupt and homeless. With her kindness, he managed to get back up on his feet; but the world he left behind. It wasn’t him anymore. He got fixated on her teachings, in her life. He asked and begged her to take him in as her apprentice for a long time. He wanted to help people the way she’d done to him. He wanted to show the wonders of a hidden world to somebody. He told her he was a fast learner and that he could help beyond that. He had studied and got a degree. He could be of use to her in some way or another. In the end, she got so annoyed by his constant presence that she accepted.

She taught him about spells and magic, pacts and other creatures that roamed the three realms. Lucci was surprised to learn that Heaven and Hell were real and once he learned that he could have more power than what she was offering, he jumped at the chance. It all went to his head. Kokoro sensed when something had switched in him, so she put a spell on him. It prohibited him from using magic or getting away from her. He became her prisoner.

Today, she was taking him to meet the elders of the grand coven so they could cast their judgment on him. All the while he kept trying to convince her that he’d changed. He saw what the power did to him and was glad she stopped it. It was a tough choice, but she couldn’t turn a cheek on the schemes he had made before she cast the charm that made him powerless. They were dangerous, they could cause all three worlds to go into an all-out war.

“You’re despicable. You make me sick.” Kalifa piped up from the bed she was still sitting in. “I should have never come here with you”

“But ya did, doll,” Lucci sat up against the bed, “so suck it up.”

“You demons take him back to your realm, jail on Earth would be too kind for this scumbag.” Kokoro floated over to Lucci, a scornful look on her pale face. “I hope you rot there.”

“Now boys, as promised. Cambia corporum meum corpora sua nominavi.”

After the promise to take Lucci back with you and subsequently knocking him out for easier transportation, Kokoro returned Ace and Sabo back to their original bodies. Sabo then erased Kalifa’s memories of the whole ordeal and was promptly sent back to her seat. Kid, on the other hand, is in charge of taking care of Kokoro’s body by giving her a proper burial in the human world. Once you were all back Sabo took Lucci to Shanks to be dealt with, while Ace asked to have a word with you.

“Why are you here, Kid?” Ace was beginning to get exasperated by Kid’s clinginess. The boy would not leave you alone! He stayed stuck to your side like a piece of gum ever since everyone came back from the retreat, even more so since you two made a pact, actually. “Because I need to talk to Y/n too,” Kid snapped back at him. He needed to get what happened at the station straight. For whatever reason, he couldn’t get it out of his mind.

“Talk to them later then. I need them alone right now.” Kid knew what Ace wanted to talk to you about. It somehow bothered him. You kept making pacts with his brother, one after the other. It was for his family, he knew that. He wanted you to stop, though. It wasn’t because he didn’t want his family to reconcile or anything like that, he just wanted you to find another way of doing it. It was a selfish wish, he knew that. You were just spreading yourself too thin over all of them. It seemed like he hardly even mattered to you anymore…

“R-right. Some other time.” Kid tried to walk away, but his eyes kept being pulled back to you. Ace was talking to you. Words that made you blush. Bashfulness that he adored so much from you. He’d asked you about making a pact now. You told him to think it over, if he wasn’t ready he shouldn’t do it. If he feels like it’s because he owes you something for the help you’ve given him, then it was best to leave it alone. Ace reassured you it was none of that. He told you he was ready to help you help his family. You made another pact. You made plans to do the small ritual later that night. You were one person further away.

Maybe he’ll ask you about it some other time. Kid needed some air right now.

*Author’s note: I forgot how Wrath and MC made a pact so here, take this.*

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hi!! re: your tags on a post not too long ago—what do you mean by dick’s previous love interests not respecting him? i haven’t read a whole lot of his stuff and tend to avoid romance-heavy plot lines in general, so this is 100% a genuine question and not me trying to start anything i promise, it’s just that i’ve seen dickb4bs and dickk0ry shippers in the past claim it’s sexism when people dislike his partners?

Ah well DC are big brain and they think peak humor is the boomer meme of the nagging wife.

So basically Dick and Kori were an absolutely fucking amazing couple. But then there was the issue of Mirage where she pretended to be Kori and tricked Dick into sleeping with her. Which is r*pe. Dick was slut shamed and victim blamed for this. DC has an absolutely awful track record with male victims of sexual assault. Ollie was always victim blamed for happened to him. And Dick they didn’t even acknowledge that he was assaulted. As well they had Dick sleep with Babs before the wedding I think. And that is so ooc it’s not even funny.

And when Dick started dating Babs they slowly chipped away at his skills to prop Babs up. And I’ll say it again if you have to tear down another character to make one look good you haven’t proven any skill. Character A just got butchered for no reason and Character B stayed the same. So Babs started mocking Dick for a lot of things. And it carries over into modern stuff. Where she’s the big brain and her dumb himbo boyfriend. Dick Grayson is not a fucking himbo. He’s smart as hell and dangerous as hell.

So they write Dick wrong to make him the butt of the joke. No one is laughing with him, they’re laughing at him. You see it in the newest Nightwing comics where Babs is there to make sure the reader knows how silly Dick is.

The issue is with the writers being incapable of writing a het relationship well. Literally, the best ones I can think of is Dinah/Ollie (though Gail Simone and Judd Winick tried their best to fuck that one up) Big Barda/Scott Free, Clark/Iris, Barry/Iris, Wally/Linda (but DC keeps fucking my Flashes)

So yeah DickKori got a bad rap because the writers want to over-sexualize Kori so then it’s like she and Dick were only sexual and I just- they were gonna get fucking married. And I literally could care less about DickBabs except that it contributes to the character butchering of both Babs and Dick by the way. Because when Babs is mocking Dick she just looks like a bitch. They reduce Babs over and over again to Dick’s ex-girlfriend.

So uh yeah those are my thoughts. People do indeed like to throw around sexist the same way they like to call Gail Simone a feminist because she thinks men are bad. She’s also the ally who says read this book because it’s got a gay character and that is about as surface level as you can get🤷‍♀️ I mean sure call me a sexist cause I don’t think the woman nagging and mocking a man all the time is a very good relationship dynamic. Lol yeah when people say that a lot of the time they’re just angry you don’t like their faves. As long as you aren’t you know actually being sexist (which really is not that hard to tell) then it’s best to ignore them.

I’ve got some scalding takes on characters who are there just to be women for the sake of having a het love interest. They’ve certainly evolved Babs since then but every time she’s with a batboy she gets snapped right back into that box of 60s housewife. I’ll never exactly ship Babs with any of the Batboys because she was made to be Bruce’s love interest and keeps getting shifted around to fit with each and every other batboy.

It is usually best to avoid Dick romances as the writer just uses the women to cause him more man pain cause of course they do. DC is traditionally written by men and lots and lots of white people. These people are older who have older views of relationships based on what was on TV but it’s still lame.

For example, there is always the age-old Babs and Kori fight over Dick storyline that absolutely no one wants to read. Women being pit against women over a fucking man??? Seriously? And if I see one more writer claims the only woman Dick has ever loved was Babs I’ll scream. It’s the tiniest smoothest brain take I have ever seen.

Bea was lovely the cherry on top of the Ric mess. She was adorable and fun and she really cared about Dick as a person. I miss her. Which is I think the post you were talking about? Idk I can’t remember what I tag where lol.

I think to derail for a quick sec the reason so many people turn to same-sex relationships in fiction is that the relationship between two women and two men will almost always be more developed than whatever het thing is going on.

Dick is much much closer to Roy, Wally, Garth, and Joey than he ever was to Babs. Now DC is retconning that Dick and Babs were childhood friends. But they still imo have no chemistry outside of they both work with Batman and ones a girl ones a boy.

Kori and Dick had real chemistry they were trying to both find freedom and safety within one another. The writers didn’t constantly have to hammer home that they loved each other or have random thought bubbles to try and make some connection happen. They just did happen.

Anyone who knows me knows I am not the biggest Babs fan. However, I’ll still protest the unfair treatment of any character. I don’t have to like a character to not want them to be butchered by bad writing. Like confession time I don’t even like Jason that much but I talk about him all the time because I want him to have a good story. So to me DickBabs is directly connected the butchering of both characters and it just doesn’t work.

so yep rambles on top of rambles. I’m not character bashing here just to make it clear. And I am a little bit relationship bashing but more so writer bashing.

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