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mixelation · 2 days ago

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have some reborn au. tori's second chunin exams arc

i think i've posted some of this before, and some of it i..... don't think i have? the beginning i'm like 90% sure i posted, so don't just skip the whole post if it seems familiar.

there's a [...] where there's missing scenes. also i think the reason i never posted sections of this are i didn't like certain details or wanted a few scenes to be better. however i'm in a Posting Mood

xXx

Tori was having a problem. Several problems, actually.

“I’m not even allowed to submit a proposal without some idiot chunin co-signing,” she complained, pacing back and forth in front of Deidara. He was seated on his bed, rubbing ointment into the pink patches of his feet and legs that his medic hadn’t quite healed all the way.

Deidara had… set a field on fire, or something, on his mission. Whatever. Kushina-sensei had gently hinted at Tori that she should go over and make sure he didn’t need help cooking or cleaning, as while Konoha hospital could fix up most things, Deidara had still landed himself three weeks leave with foot injuries.

Obviously, Deidara had yelled at her and set a clay flea off in her face for even hinting he might need help. Convincing him to let her ladle the big pot of her mediocre curry soup she’d lugged over into his own tupperware had been a whole ordeal filled with yelling and a couple minor explosions. But once she had that out of the way and a bunch of tupperwares in his fridge, she was taking his presence in town as an excuse to rant about her own problems in her new lab assignment.

“My new supervisor wants me on dish duty,” she went on, gesturing furiously with both hands. “I know every piece of research fuinjutsu better than anyone there, and I get dish duty? I wouldn’t mind cleaning my own dishes, or if everyone was cleaning dishes, but my ideas for projects just get ignored. Who cares that I’m a genin? I have more experience than any of the chunin in that lab.”

She’d complained to higher management and attempted to get reassigned, but it seemed she was being ignored. She was afraid she’d have to go through Kushina to get facetime with the Hokage. She didn’t want to play nepotism; she wanted to earn this herself.

Deidara looked at her like she was stupid.

“If it’s a rank problem,” he said, “then just go get promoted to chunin, yeah.”

Tori stared back at him, flummoxed. This idea hadn’t occurred to her. She was quite confident she could handle any task any chunin might encounter in a lab. She was reasonably certain she could perform better than some of the jounin in a lab, even, especially if she got to head her own projects in her own specialties. But… chunin were meant to lead missions. They had to be able to fight things, had to know some set number of jutsu, had to have all the rules and ordinances memorized.

“Do you think I’m qualified?” Tori wondered out loud.

She really only had a grab bag of jutsu under her belt, the product of only bothering to learn things that interested her. Her combat skills mostly revolved around hitting things with a stick, or irreversibly destroying flesh in an extremely slipshod way. It seemed like a vast overestimation that she might be qualified for a promotion.

Deidara managed to look even more unimpressed with her.

“What the hell do you think chunin are?” he asked.

“Squadron leaders?” Tori tried.

“Not the baby ones,” Deidara told her. “Anyone with two brain cells to rub together can make chunin. The only reason you’re not already promoted is that Iwa is filled with assholes, yeah.”

This seemed… wrong, somehow. She’d mostly just gotten as far as she did in the Iwa exam by relying on others. But, maybe, she could swing an internal promotion?

Tori went and looked up the official minimum qualifications for chunin promotion. She did qualify, it seemed. Apparently you only needed the Academy three ninjutsu to make chunin, although more were recommended. And maybe she should review all these rules and internal structures she was supposed to know…

The minimum mission requirement was also only one C-rank, which seemed too low. It also seemed like her various higher ranking missions maybe shouldn’t count. The Iwa fiasco had mostly just been her playing side-kick, up until she basically just lied through her teeth for a very stressful few hours. The Sasori fiasco wasn’t exactly a shining moment for her either. It all really depended on her being on a team with a bunch of monsters rather than her own talents, honestly.

Oh well. It wouldn’t hurt to try, she supposed. It wasn’t like the Hokage’s office didn’t know exactly who she was and the details of her on-paper accomplishments.

She filled out a form for promotion-by-mission and turned it in. Two days later she was called into the Hokage’s office. Minato was literally eating a sandwich while he talked to her, apparently on his lunch break.

“Right,” Minato said, swallowing. He picked her application off a pile of papers and slid it across his desk to her. “I’m not approving this.”

“Okay,” Tori said, having expected as much.

“Because I want you to go to the next exam,” he continued. “It’s in Kiri.”

“Oh,” Tori replied, surprised. So she’d have to prove her qualifications? Annoying.

“I think you should aim to win the tournament,” Minato said through another mouthful of sandwich. “Make it flashy. It’ll be a good showing for Konoha.”

“Wait—” Tori started. “I’m not—”

“I’m going to okay you to reduce lab hours if you feel like you need training,” Minato continued, unperturbed by the madness he was spitting. He passed another, stamped form across the desk for her, brushing sandwich crumbs off of it. “You have six weeks. Kushina said she’d register you. Let me know if you need anything.”

He dismissed her. Tori wandered out of his office gripping her exemption paperwork in both hands. Less lab time was the opposite of what she wanted!

Deidara laughed at her when she reported what happened. There was, she noted, empty curry-stained tupperware in his sink.

“I can’t win the tournament,” Tori bemoaned as he snickered. She was really more of a “promoted due to clever thinking” type of kunoichi. “Make it flashy? What is he thinking?”

“Probably that most genin actually just suck, yeah,” Deidara told her. “Do you think Kushina-sensei could convince him to let me go to the tournament?”

Apparently the idea of watching her fight was deeply funny to Deidara. He talked for a very long time about wanting to see her panic and melt a small child into goo in front of all their friends and family. Tori buried her face in her hands.

“Oh, then you’d get a pay raise,” Deidara said, eyes suddenly brightening. “We could move somewhere better, yeah.”

“Deidaraaa,” she whined.

xXx

The lab sink was already filled with dirty test tubes in the morning. The new chunin had mislabeled several samples the day before, and now the experiment was ruined, and Tori was in charge of clean-up. Tori listened to the chunin explain this, glaring at the sink.

“So I’ll be setting it up again while you clean,” the chunin said.

It wasn’t that Tori thought she’d never mislabel something. It was that she had enough experience to know to double-check, and if she managed to screw it up anyway, she’d clean up her own fuck-ups.

Plus, everyone had ignored that she’d pointed out their control for this experiment made no sense. There was a huge risk that whatever results they got, if this chunin could get it to work at all, would be totally uninterpretable.

“Actually, I have an exemption,” Tori told the chunin. “I just came in to say I’ll be out for a while.”

She fled the lab. Kushina’s office door was always open.

“Oh!” Kushina said when Tori knocked. “You’re getting started on training earlier than I thought. Donut?”

She had a small box of donut holes she pushed at Tori. Kushina always had snacks on hand, because she liked bribing people into see her in person.

“I talked it over with Minato,” Kushina said, twirling a pen in her fingers as she spoke. “Basically, we think it’d be a good PR move if you sort of showed off that Konoha is basically the best at fuuinjutsu.”

“Okay,” Tori said. She could do that, at least… probably.

“You weren’t really flashy with it in the Iwa tournament,” Kushina continued. “So we’ll have to come up with something. Maybe you can work on giving some speeches about how your jutsu works like some weirdos do. Oh, but don’t show off you can use nonhuman chakra; we don’t want that getting out until it has to.” Kushina frowned slightly. “And I guess you shouldn’t melt any other genin. That’d be bad for international relations.”

“Okay,” Tori repeated. That just severely limited her combat capabilities. “Um, Hokage-sama told me to… win the tournament?”

She waited for Kushina to say Minato was being ridiculous. Instead she beamed and said, “Well, of course! I want my team to be three-for-three, you know!”

Kushina then made her take the rest of the box of donuts and shooed her out of the office, with a promise they’d make a training schedule.

“It’ll only be like twice a week,” Kushina said as Tori gathered up her bag. “Don’t want to distract you from the lab!”

“But,” Tori started. She needed… more than that, if she was even going to pass, let alone win a tournament.

“Bye!” Kushina replied.

Tori walked out of Hokage Tower feeling completely unsure of what to do. She could go… think about combat fuuinjutsu? Except, she’d moved most of her materials to her desk in R&D in a bid for separate work and personal time, and she did not want to go back there right now.

Well, she knew Deidara was in town and not doing anything. She went and asked him if he wanted to train.

Deidara took at her in deep distrust. “Who are you and what did you do with Tori?”

“Come on,” Tori whined. “I brought you donuts.”

Deidara was walking with a slight limp, but he did accept the rest of the donut holes and then shuffled out the door.

“We can use my grounds, yeah,” he said, still sounding suspicious that she wanted to train at all.

Deidara had his own assigned training ground, out in a field away from anything else. It was filled with half-made sculptures covered in tarp that Tori had decorated in fuuinjutsu herself, to reduce the chance of random explosions.

The field was also completely riddled with potholes, blown into the ground by Deidara’s various experiments. Deidara wasn’t exactly quick on his feet right now, but he did spend the rest of the morning attempting to shove Tori into various holes and then close them over her, making fun of her the entire time.

So probably she was improving at… something. Getting out of death traps, maybe.

Kushina, at least, did get back to her with a schedule fairly quickly. Kushina had blocked off some time in the afternoons on Mondays and Thursdays, and gone ahead and made training ground reservations.

“Do you have anything you want to do?” Kushina asked while she tied her hair up in preparation for what Tori assumed was two hours of kicking Tori’s ass.

“I mean, I can come up with something,” Tori said. Then she added slowly, “But I’m not sure it would be… flashy.”

“Nah, flashy isn’t really your style,” Kushina agreed. “I figured I’d just give you something from the ol’ vault.”

“‘The vault’?” Tori repeated.

“An Uzushio technique,” Kushina clarified.

“But isn’t that…” Tori started, and then was unsure how to finish her sentence.

The Konoha school of fuuinjutsu— which was ultimately closest to what Tori had ended up teaching herself, since her main instructor at the very beginning of her convoluted journey was Orochimaru— was the most similar amongst shinobi villages to traditional Uzushio practices, due to generations of intellectual trade between Uzushio and various Fire Country shinobi clans, especially the Senju.

Konoha fuuinjutsu and Uzushio fuuinjutsu weren’t synonymous though. A lot of Uzushio practices had been completely lost. Kushina had immigrated to Konoha with an entire trunk of scrolls, and one of her long term projects as Konoha’s head of fuuinjutsu was hunting down and recovering Uzushio techniques for preservation. These techniques were highly prized and rarely taught even to Konoha ninja, and Tori was barely even Konoha.

“Isn’t that like… for your family?” Tori asked.

Kushina frowned down at her.

“What are you talking about?” she said. “You’re my student. Of course I’m teaching you my techniques.”

Kushina did proceed to kick Tori’s ass for the next two hours, except instead of just hitting things at her, Kushina threw in some “what do you think of THIS technique?” moves. The training ground ended up completely ripped to shreds. Afterwards, Kushina lined up a bunch of scrolls containing the techniques which had nearly just murdered Tori and went over the pros and cons.

“I want something more subtle,” Tori said, clutching her bruised ribs, because what the fuck?

“No,” Kushina chided, “it has to be big and flashy, you know! We went over this!”

Tori was assigned a scroll and sent off to study it.

xXx

Tori attempted to demonstrate it for Deidara. She dropped the sealing paper into a bucket of water. The water inside twisted into gentle swirls.

“Uh huh,” Deidara said, unimpressed. He held out a hand and a clay water strider hopped onto the water’s surface. It zipped around, not the least bit disturbed by the slowly moving water.

Tori frowned and made a hand sign, attempting to add more chakra to the seal. The water picked up slightly. The clay bug was still unperturbed.

“A whirlpool, you said?” Deidara said, a mean smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Shut up,” Tori replied.

xXx

[...]

xXx

The problem with doing anything with Kushina was that there was a small but very real chance the Hokage would just be there.

Tori had expected to speak to him. He was their ride to and from the beach. She assumed the necessity of his presence was why she was meeting Kushina at her house and not some more central location. Tori had also assumed that Minato’s presence would be temporary.

Instead, Minato was in swim trunks and holding a large straw bag. Naruto was behind him, also in swim trunks, swinging a shovel around like some sort of weapon and making whooshing noises with his mouth.

“Uh,” Tori said.

“Don’t mind them,” Kushina replied. She was also dressed for the beach, in a mesh dress over a one piece. A pair of sunglasses sat on top of her head. She held a second straw bag in her hands. “They’ll just be hanging out.”

“But…” the protest died on Tori’s lips. It was an extreme act of favoritism for her to get to go to a beach for training for a day. It would be rude to complain that Minato and Naruto also wanted to hang out with Kushina. “Okay.”

The beach Minato teleported them to was on an island, out in the middle of nowhere off the southern coast of Fire Country. Unlike a lot of his Hiraishin markers, this one was not here as the result of a war mission, because this place had seen no fighting.

The marker he took them to was in an old outpost building on the eastern most point of the island, left over from generations ago during the warring clans ers, when there was fear of an attack from the sea in this area. But since Konoha had unified all the ninja in Fire Country, all the in-fighting had halted. The only true risk of attack came from Water Country, and there were more and better placed outposts to monitor their waters. This building was abandoned and basically falling apart, and only good for providing shade.

“Remember when your dad abandoned us here,” Kushina was saying to Naruto, tone humorous, “and it stormed, and we had to hide inside for hours?”

“Oooh yeah,” Naruto nodded knowingly, “because he had an ‘emergency meeting’ about something dumb, and he said he’d come right back, but then he didn’t.”

“The fruit vendors’ union was in a state of extreme duress,” Kushina said solemnly.

“They’re never going to let me live that one down,” Minato said to Tori with a good humored smile.

Kushina led them down the beach and around to the side of the island that faced the mainland. There were barely any waves on this side of the island, and the tide was far in enough that there was only a thin strip of white sand between the water and the tree line. Naruto kicked joyfully in the shallow water, running ahead and then running back.

They hung their stuff in the trees, with Kushina pulling out a belt of scrolls and strapping it around her waist.

“Is Mom going to do something cool?” Naruto said, vibrating in place.

“We can watch,” Minato said, squatting next to him. “Here.”

Naruto climbed onto his back, giggling as he went.

Oh god, I’m their entertainment, Tori thought. She did not, actually, want the Hokage to watch her embarrass herself. She didn’t even want a ten year old kid to watch her.

(Maybe she especially didn’t want the ten year old kid watching her? Little kids could be mean and judgemental, and Minato had taught Obito. He’d definitely seen more embarrassing stuff than whatever Tori was about to fail at.)

They walked out over the water. It was shallow for a long while, and the water was clear enough that Tori could see all sorts of big rocks waiting to appear when the tide went out. When they reached deeper water, the water beneath them suddenly went dark.

“Don’t like that,” Naruto said, squinting down at it. It was kind of spooky, Tori privately agreed.

Kushina motioned for them to stop, then walked out further by herself. Then she turned to them and pulled a scroll from her belt.

“Okay!” she called. “Get ready!”

She then bounded backwards, putting even more distance between them, and tossed the scroll out from herself. It unrolled at her feet and across the surface of the water, and then ink rapidly crawled out from it. Tori squinted at it. It looked like the lines of characters crawled out from the scroll and then sank into the water.

There was maybe a thirty second delay between Kushina unrolling the scroll and then the water in front of them suddenly moving. It swept sideways, and then grew in velocity such that both Tori and Minato had to leap back to avoid being swept away. The giant whirlpool’s center dipped down into the water. If they’d started off closer to Kushina, Tori wasn’t sure she would have been able to escape being sucked in. If Tori hadn’t known exactly what was going to happen and not been warned, she probably wouldn’t have expected the attack to have this sort of range and not backed off quick enough.

“Whoa!” Naruto cried. “Mom’s so cool!”

“Right?” Minato replied.

Kushina skirted the edge of the whirlpool back to them.

“Ta-da!” she said, throwing her hands in the air. She had to pitch her voice loud over the sound of the water. “These used to be all around Uzushio, to keep people out. And we used to use little ones to fish. But I don’t see why you couldn’t use it for that very flashy attack you want, Tori, right?”

Tori hadn’t actually wanted a flashy attack, but she didn’t point that out with the guy who ordered her to be flashy standing right there.

“You’re going to use that in a fight?” Naruto asked, peering down at Tori from his perch on his father’s back. “I thought you were the lame one on your team.”

“Naruto,” Kushina scolded immediately.

“That’s the plan,” Tori told Naruto, unperturbed. “I’m supposed to convince everyone I’m cool.”

“I thought you were just going to win the tournament,” Naruto said. “Everyone would think you’re cool if you won.”

Oh god, what has Kushina-sensei been saying about me? Tori wondered. Outloud, she said, “Sometimes the goal of a fight isn’t to win.”

“Really?” Naruto asked, wrinkling his nose like this was perplexing. He aimed his question at the back of Minato’s head rather than Tori.

“She’s right,” Minato said. “You and I can talk about it more when we go make a sand castle.”

“She is going to win though, you know,” Kushina said, hands on hips.

“Just keep in mind the goal is to show off fuuinjutsu,” Minato said, turning to Tori. “You want the audience to see what you’re doing. Don’t be sneaky.”

“What?” Tori said. She pointed at the whirlpool. “That took like half a minute to activate. How am I supposed to use it without being sneaky?”

“Thirty seconds is pretty fast for a genin,” Minato said.

Tori chewed her lip, unsure how to answer. So he thought she’d be even slower? How did pointing that out help her?

“It would also be good for PR if you seemed…” Minato arranged Naruto on his back awkwardly. “I don’t know, peppy?”

“Peppy?” Kushina repeated with a barking laugh.

“I don’t know, what makes people want to hire a teenaged girl?” Minato asked.

“Coolness,” Naruto said immediately.

“Oh, you think she should be cute?” Kushina said, frowning slightly. She tapped her chin. “Tori, you can be charming for a couple hours, right?”

“No?” Tori tried, voice cracking. Well, probably if she was playing off a specific person. But she had no idea how to charm a whole audience and then also do all this crazy combat stuff at the same time.

“I’m sure you can manage,” Minato said, smiling at her with more confidence than his opinion deserved. “C’mon, Naruto, let’s go play.”

He left. Tori watched them, and when they were back at the beach, she asked:

“Did you give Deidara this many caveats?”

“Hm?” Kushina said. “No, of course not. You think Deidara could be anything but a screaming maniac in a fight? We just told him not to kill anyone and figured the explosions would make anyone want to hire him.”

Wow, Tori thought as Kushina turned to deactivate her whirlpool. I can’t believe marketability is this important to being a ninja.

Tori spent the rest of the morning squatting on the water with scrolls in her lap, making seals for whirlpools while Kushina stood over her with arms crossed. The seal required a certain amount of chakra manipulation from the user, which wasn’t the way Tori liked to design her own seals, and her misunderstanding of this was what had been causing her problems. It took several tries to get an actual whirlpool.

It was… very small, only the size of her palm. It was almost cute.

“Well, it worked,” Tori deadpanned. “Could I catch fish in it?”

“Absolutely not,” Kushina said, but her tone was good-humored. “You definitely got the jutsu down though; good job. You just need to put in more chakra to make it bigger.”

“More chakra?” Tori asked, peering up at Kushina. She did a few calculations in her head. If the amount of chakra was proportional to the size of the whirlpool… “I’m not sure I even have enough chakra to make a whirlpool as big as yours.”

“Eh, you probably won’t even have that much water,” Kushina said dismissively. “Do it again, and we’ll see how big you can make it.”

Tori went back to the shore for lunch feeling deeply dissatisfied and weak-limbed from chakra loss. Naruto ran over to them the second Kushina’s foot hit the shore, Minato following him.

“It’s not a big deal,” Kushina said as she unpacked their food. “Lots of jutsu have high chakra costs, and shinobi deal with that everyday. Minato, how many times can you use rasengan in one fight?”

Presumably because the limitations of a Hokage’s signature jutsu were state secrets, Minato took a long chug of water instead of answering.

“I don’t like it,” Tori muttered, accepting a bento box. “It doesn’t feel… safe. I’d rather use algae chakra or something.”

“Okay, this isn’t going to be life or death, you know,” Kushina said. “This is a perfectly safe opportunity to get comfortable with risk assessment for when you can or should use a chakra-heavy technique or not.”

“She’s right,” Minato agreed. “Our relations with Kiri are good. This isn’t going to be like your other exam. No one’s going to try and kill you.”

I don’t think that’s true, Tori thought. People were always trying to kill her. It was part of her charm.

“Are you worried about pushing through a fight low on chakra?” Kushina asked, settling down on a beach towel with her own lunch. Naruto plopped down next to her, immediately getting sand all over the towel.

“No, I’m confident I can handle that,” Tori said. She didn’t favor chakra-heavy techniques, but she’d definitely fucked up a lot of jutsu experiments and spent way more chakra than she meant, and being in Oto ment sometimes you just had to do a task post losing all your chakra to an experiment.

“Good,” Kushina said, nodding to herself. “Because I know you’ve been sparring with Deidara, and… well, I don’t think he or I are good for advice on that.”

Tori snorted. No, she didn’t think they would be.

“Do ninja have to fight a lot with no chakra?” Naruto asked, sounding concerned.

Minato, seated on his own towel rolled out next to them, poked Naruto’s leg with one foot.

“You probably won’t have that problem,” Minato said. “Because you’re your mother’s son. But yes, it’s normal to have to do a mission low on chakra, or tired, or hungry.”

“That sounds like it sucks,” Naruto said, frowning. “Why would you assign a mission that sucks?”

Minato grinned back at him. “Well, I try really hard to make missions as easy as possible, but sometimes things go wrong.”

“Like a storm during the fruit vendor union’s meeting,” Kushina said brightly.

“Er. Yes, like that…”

Tori sat on her own towel across from them, eating in silence as she watched the family tease each other. It seemed wild they were all being this nonchalant while she was freaking out. Then again, why would they care about her, when they had their own little happy family to concern themselves with?

The problem with practicing high-chakra techniques was that Tori had already spent so much chakra that not even resting and eating had recouped enough to make anything besides a tiny whirlpool. She was done with that training for the day, whether she wanted to be or not.

“I guess Minato can take you home, if you want,” Kushina said. “Or you can stay. Have you ever been on a beach before, Tori?”

Tori hadn’t seen a beach in years. Tori did actually quite like the beach; she probably would have been overjoyed if she hadn’t come here already stressed and upset. She agreed to stay.

The tide had gone out, leaving a wide stretch of wet sand that glinted in the sunlight, algae-covered boulders, and shallow tide pools. Tori watched the Namikaze-Uzumaki family walk out over it, led by Naruto’s screams of delight.

Tori stripped off her kunoichi dress, down to her bathing suit, and kicked off her sandals. She’d been swimming in plenty of rivers and lakes, but she’d missed the sensation of sand between her toes.

“Whoa!” Naruto cried. “Look at this guy!”

He held up a horseshoe crab. Tori jogged over to them, eager to look at it herself.

“They have blue blood,” she told Naruto excitedly. He looked up at her curiously. “Because their blood cells use copper as an oxygen carrier instead of iron. Isn’t that cool?”

Naruto’s face of wonder at the idea of blue blood shifted to confusion. Tori wasn’t sure this kid had understood a single thing she’d told him, possibly ever. Kushina laughed at them.

They spent the afternoon combing the tide pools for cool little creatures. Kushina knew the names for almost all of them, from the two different types of mudskippers they unearthed, to a bunch of different types of crabs, to a handful of sea cucumbers, to a rainbow of anemones and seaweeds.

“Tide pool hopping was my favorite game, back in Uzushio, you know,” Kushina told Tori with a hint of sadness in her voice. She held up the tiny hermit crab in her palm. “I used to keep a bunch of these. I was always hoping they’d move into the prettier shells I’d find for them. They never did, though.”

She laughed, but the sound was quieter than Kushina’s laughs usually were.

Tori opened her mouth to say she’d always begged her parents for a hermit crab when she was a kid, because she liked the painted shells seaside shops sold with them. The story died on her lips before she could make a single syllable. That part of her life was way over. She only ever let herself think about it in the darkest part of the night now.

Instead she said, “Yeah, tide pools are super cool. I like reading about them. I’m glad I could see them in person.”

Kushina grinned at her.

“I’m lucky I can still share stuff like this with my family,” Kushina said, voice brighter now. She gently replaced the hermit crab on the edge of its tide pool. “If you ever want to join us again, sometimes we also go to a mainland beach in…”

Kushina babbled. At some point, Minato disappeared and reappeared with a bunch of popsicles. Tori found a spiral of shark eggs and attempted to convince a giggling Naruto he should eat them. They went back to their things only to discover biting ants had invaded all of their bags.

“We could put out food and draw them away!” Naruto said, a handful of chips from their lunch suddenly in his hands.

“Do not do that,” Minato yelped, grabbing for Naruto’s wrist.

They went home all covered in ant bites. Apparently not even a Kage could win against mother nature.

Tori walked home with a smile on her face, happy with her afternoon. It wasn’t until she was home and heating up water for instant noodles that she realized she hadn’t actually solved any of her problems. She could make a medium whirlpool now, but she’d only get one shot at it, and she had no idea how to approach that.

Oh god, she thought, heartbeat suddenly increasing. And I only have two weeks left!

xXx

Kushina and Deidara just spammed high-chakra techniques as much as they wanted. They wouldn’t be good for advice. But Tori did have another teammate.

Itachi was annoyingly hard to track down nowadays. He took a lot of away missions in ANBU, which Minato was tightlipped about with even Kushina, so that route of tracking his movements was limited. If Tori wanted to find him, she had to talk to his family, which she always felt super awkward about.

“He didn’t give us a return date, dear,” Mikoto told her when she answered the door, smile serene. Tori wondered if she seemed dumb in Mikoto’s eyes. Yes, she knew ANBU agents often couldn’t say when they’d be back. She just thought she’d ask on the off chance that he had!

Mikoto offered to let her stay for tea. Tori fled as quickly and politely as she could.

Tori started doing increasingly unhinged things, like watching the Academy when it let out because she knew Itachi liked picking up Sasuke and would prioritize getting home in time to do it if he could. She spent a lot of time haunting the outside of ANBU HQ and Itachi’s favorite bakery. None of these things, her anxiety-riddled brain pointed out, helped her train at all.

She didn’t even find Itachi doing this. Instead, Kakashi tapped her on the shoulder while she was sneaking into the ANBU breakroom after hours.

“Fantastically illegal activities you’re up to, my sweet ninja sibling,” he drawled.

Tori had basically jumped out of her skin, but she’d managed not to scream. God, Kakashi could hide his presence completely.

“I’m trying to find Itachi,” she said, voice strangled. Then she cocked her head to the side as she considered Kakashi. “Actually, maybe you can help instead. Got a few minutes for some mentoring?”

Kakashi was in full ANBU uniform, so she couldn’t see his face. He did lean back slightly, regarding her. She knew that, despite his posturing about calling Team 4 his “siblings,” Kakashi was pretty hit-or-miss about actually wanting to hang out with anyone at all. He liked privacy and was allergic to intimacy, and she had no idea if helping a genin out of the goodness of his heart was pushing it or not.

After a long, awkward silence, Kakashi finally said. “Alright. Give me twenty minutes to shower and change.”

He sent her to a nearby teahouse to meet and then didn’t show up for another forty-five minutes. The tea Tori ordered for them was lukewarm by the time he walked in.

“I became lost in thought in the shower,” he said dreamily.

“Gross,” Tori told him.

Kakashi blinked lethargically at her. “I did not imply that at all, my dirty-minded sibling.”

Tori cut to the chase, explaining her current mess of a situation to him. She was supposed to win a bunch of fights, act charming and cool while she did it, and on top of all that, she had to use a high-chakra fuuinjutsu technique she was unlikely to get comfortable with in the current timeframe.

“What… exactly… are you asking for advice on?” Kakashi asked when she was finished.

“You end up with chakra exhaustion a lot,” Tori said pointblank. “I guess I was wondering�� I don’t know, how do you deal with not having enough chakra for your own techniques?”

“Hmm,” Kakashi said, drumming his fingers on the table between them. “You know, you’re right. Maybe being charming and ‘peppy’ is impossible for you. That was pretty mean.”

Tori kicked him under the table.

“I still don’t understand what you’re torn up about,” Kakashi said, his eye crinkling up in a teasing grin at her. “When I met you, you had no accessible chakra, and that didn’t slow you down at all. Why does the idea of spending it all on one technique upset you so much?”

“I guess…” Tori fidgeted with the cup in her hands. “If I just had to win a fight, that would be one thing. But I’m supposed to do a very specific thing, and I’ll only really get one shot at it.”

“Ah,” Kakashi said. There was a long pause. Then he said, “I am trying to think of a joke appropriate for a fourteen year old.”

“Gross!” Tori laughed.

“Maa,” Kakashi said. “Unfortunately I don’t think there’s a very good answer to your conundrum. If you screw up, you screw up. Any big technique is like that. If it helps, you’re at a normal part of any ninja’s journey.”

Tori wasn’t… she wasn’t a proper ninja, though. She felt like a pretender, a fake, a kid playing make believe. She had no idea how to communicate this to Kakashi without sounding completely insane.

“I think maybe,” Kakashi continued, leaning back in his seat, “you’re more anxious because it’s not your original technique, so you’re not as confident with it. You’re used to having done all the development and troubleshooting yourself, and the lack of control on that end is freaking you out.”

“...Huh,” Tori said. That… that definitely could be part of it.

“I’m not the person to ask about original techniques,” Kakashi drawled. “But I will say that the key to mastering someone else’s technique is to make it your own. You don’t have to use it exactly the way Kushina does. You have to figure out how to make it work with your style.”

“That’s actually really helpful,” Tori said with a weak smile. “Thanks, Kakashi.”

“Anytime,” Kakashi replied, and then disappeared into a puff of smoke, leaving her with the bill.

xXx

Tori felt slightly at peace for a few more days, spending time analyzing the jutsu scroll and cross-referencing pieces of it with her research materials. This seemed closer to who she actually was. It soothed her.

Then Deidara spiked her anxiety all over again by showing her a lease he’d signed. There was another line with an X next to it, for her to sign as well.

“I haven’t even seen the apartment,” Tori said, feeling hysterical. Why was everyone making all these insane decisions for her?!

“It’s cool, I promise,” Deidara said. “But we have to sign quick. The landlord only gave me a couple days to decide, yeah.”

Tori leafed through the lease furiously. The address was in a really nice neighborhood, the square footage was impressive, and the lease listed patio furniture among assets they’d be liable for, implying the existence of that outdoor space she wanted. Half the total rent would be a huge stretch even on a chunin salary, and she might not even get that.

“I’m willing to divide up rent proportional to our salaries, but I get the bigger bedroom,” Deidara said.

“Even if I stay a genin?” Tori snapped. She shoved the paper and the pen at him.

“You’re not going to stay a genin, yeah,” he replied, annoyed, and shoved it back at her.

“The average age of promotion is fifteen,” Tori said, her voice cracking embarrassingly. “Thirty percent of shinobi never even make chunin.”

Tori had less than a week to prepare before heading out. She felt like she needed months to practice as much as she wanted, and she didn’t have the time or energy to deal with this. And yet, she found herself skipping her training ground booking to take a tour of an apartment.

“Be quick,” the landlord said. “The current tenants only agreed to thirty minutes.”

The apartment was really nice. Nicer than she’d even ever considered an apartment could be, really. All three of the bedrooms and their own narrow balconies, not quite enough for furniture but enough for a potted plant and to step out onto in the morning, and there was a rooftop terrace.

“We could make this one an office,” Deidara said, gesturing at the smallest bedroom, which was the size of a very determined closet and currently done up as a baby room. The current tenants wanted an actual house for their growing family, apparently.

Deidara could easily afford a pretty nice apartment on a Jounin salary, even if he had zero savings to fall back on. Tori assumed his insistence on her rooming with him was the little income bump to get him something even better than “pretty nice.” He probably felt like he deserved it, after all those years as a feral forest child.

She certainly couldn’t afford anything approaching this good on her own. If she wanted anything bigger than her dorm room on her own, she’d have to either get incredibly lucky or look in one of the shittier outer neighborhoods, which was why she hadn’t done it.

When they were done with the tour, the landlord stared expectantly at them. Deidara cleared his throat and looked meaningfully at her.

Oh, so he’d gotten this last minute tour because he’d promised the landlord she’d sign.

Tori low-key felt like flipping them both off and stomping off. Her hand balled into a fist.

“The café on the corner is supposed to have the best coffee in Konoha, yeah,” Deidara said, eyes glinting.

“Fine,” Tori seethed. “I’ll sign.”

If she didn’t make chunin, her life really was going to turn into a shit show.

So long, take-out lunches, she thought as she signed her life away.

As they walked back to the dorms, Tori actually thought a little harder about what they’d just done. She’d never rented an apartment herself before, but Deidara had been working on moving out since he made chunin. She’d listened to a lot of rants about biases landlords had against younger ninja, even if they had high salaries. Usually ninja got charged high, multi-month deposits, to cover the landlord in case the renter should randomly die. It prevented younger ninja, who didn’t have savings, from renting higher-end places even if they could afford the monthly rent.

“There wasn’t anything in the lease about a deposit,” Tori said, confused. Was that a separate thing she’d also suddenly have shoved in front of her? “Or… key money?”

Deidara beamed at her. “I found a way around that! I just got a cosigner to cover us, yeah.”

“Cosigner…?” Tori repeated. “That wasn’t on the lease…”

“Yeah, usually that’d be in there and it wouldn’t get you out of a deposit,” Deidara agreed. “But turns out you can get away with anything with a letter from Hokage-sama, yeah!”

Tori stopped dead in her tracks. Oh good, now if she didn’t make chunin, the Hokage would know she couldn’t make rent.

“What?” Deidara said, putting his hand on his hip. “You wanted to read his note too? Tori, you're such a nerd–”

Tori resisted the urge to scream.

xXx

Itachi finally found her two days before she was set to leave. He found her setting up at the training ground she had booked for the morning.

“Both my mother and Kakashi-sempai said you were looking for me,” he said, eyeing the line of bamboo poles she set out in the packed dirt.

“Yeah,” Tori said, pointing accusingly at him. “You are impossible to find, asshole.”

“I apologize,” Itachi said, not sounding the least sorry. “I’ve been… increasingly uncomfortable at home, and have been taking longer missions.”

Tori squinted at him. She’d thought Danzo being gone would make his family situation better, not worse.

“Is something wrong?” she asked carefully.

Itachi, being an uncommunicative asshole, just shook his head. He didn’t look any more stressed than he usually did: he had killer bags under his eyes, but that was his normal state of being. His hair was recently washed and shiny, not gross from too much time on missions and not enough time with shower access. His body language was calm and lacked the weird twitchy movements he’d get when he was trying not to lose his shit on someone.

He was at least physically taking care of himself, then. She had no idea what went on in his messed up little brain, but Sasuke had seemed perfectly happy and sociable those days she’d clandestinely stalked him, which was a good predictor of Itachi’s anxiety levels.

“Did you want something from me?” Itachi prompted.

“Oh,” Tori said. “Kakashi ended up helping me out, actually.”

She briefly explained her current conundrum.

“Kiri?” Itachi asked, and Tori noted he brightened ever so much. This was basically the Itachi version of perking up like a dog hearing the treat bag rustle. It was almost cute.

“Yeah,” Tori said. “The other thing I wanted to ask was if you want me to tell you-know-who anything.”

“Hmm, no,” Itachi said, without the slightest hint of malice in his voice.

“Really?”

“If I had something to say,” Itachi said blandly, “I would simply send a crow.”

Tori’s lips thinned. Itachi was… not a very good friend, in her opinion. But it also wasn’t in her place to micromanage his friendship with Kisame.

“Perhaps you can ask how he’s doing,” Itachi said mildly. “I would like to know.”

That was… that was cute, actually.

“Sure,” Tori agreed.

Itachi next turned back to her bamboo poles.

“Is this for your mission?” he asked.

“Mm,” Tori said. “I’m making an overly complicated jutsu to look cool. Wanna help? I need someone to swing a sword at me.”

Itachi was happy to comply. He was, Tori abruptly remembered, a terrifying person to have swing a sword at you.

But she did get her jutsu working.

#reborn au #toriverse #my writing

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rekino2114 · 3 days ago

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for the valentines day prompts maybe A number 12

, the bubble bath with a fem nagi?

Taking a bubble bath with fem!nagi

Prompts list

Pairing:fem!seishiro nagi x gn reader

A/n:This was one of the requests for the Valentine's Day event, but I'm gonna do it now cause the same prompt is in the normal prompt list. Nagi is aged up

The moment you opened the door to your house your girlfriend stopped clinging to you and fell headfirst on the couch

"Are you tired sei?"

She turned around and stared at ceiling with her classic blank expression

"Yeah, my muscles feel like they're burning"

"I get that, today's training was pretty harsh"

"Why does Prince want me to work on my physic this much? I'm already good enough as it is"

"He's just like that with everyone"

"Yeah but his training is wayyyyy too extreme. *sighs* it's such a hassle"

You giggled and went over to nagi to kiss her cheek

"I know just the thing to relax, how about we take a bath together?"

"Uh.....yeah...that would be nice.....I don't have to put in the water and everything though right?"

"Of course not, you're already tired like this"

Nagi looked up at you and gave you a slight smile

"I love you, you're the best"

"Love you too, I'm gonna go put the water now, you just do whatever you want"

She gave you a thumbs up as you went in the bathroom to start the bath. When you saw there was enough water, you put a bath bomb in to add more bubbles since you knew nagi liked them.

You smiled seeing the bathtub fully filled with water and walked back to the living room to tell nagi everything was ready

"Hey bab-........."

You found her playing a videogame.....with her jersey and shorts thrown on the ground and her being in just her bra and panties

"Oh is the bath ready?"

"Why are you in your underwear?"

"....to bathe, I'm gonna take these off too later"

"Yeah but why even before the bath was ready?"

Nagi just shrugged as you sighed but still continued to blush even more as you started taking off your own clothes

"You do look beautiful so I guess I can't complain"

Taking that as a sign, nagi took her underwear off too

"You too"

"Oh thanks"

You held her hand as you went to the bathroom, and in the bathtub, you laid down first, allowing nagi to lay on your chest and to be wrapped around your arms

"Are you comfy?"

The lazy genius nodded and started to speak, which caused some bubbles to rise since her mouth was submerged in the water

"Hehe, I suppose that's a yes, I'm gonna wash your hair now"

You took some shampoo and started massaging her scalp and stroking her long white hair, coating it thoroughly with the shampoo.

"OK I'm done now, I should probably wash your body now, are you OK with that?"

The white haired girl opened her eyes and raised her head a bit so she could speak

"Yeah, totally, thank you"

"It's nothing"

You ran your bodywash covered hands through your girlfriend's body, making sure to be gentle while touching her curves (even with how much you were blushing) you then laid back down with her just to relax in the bath more now that the washing part was finished

"Are you feeling better now sei?"

"Yeah definitely, thanks so much"

"I told you it's nothing, I love you and would do anything for you"

"No really, thank you, I don't know how I'd live without you"

"That's so sweet, I feel the same babe"

Nagi just shut her eyes and let herself relax more into you, you smiled at this and started playing with her hair again

"If you ever need something just say it, I really love you nagi, and I know you love me too, so there's nothing I wouldn't do to see you happy"

Nagi didn't answer so you raised your eyebrows and tapped her head a bit

"Nagi?"

You saw her eyes were fully closed and her body completely relaxed.....she was sleeping

"Hehe, seems like you really were tired"

You raised her head a bit but still put her in a comfortable position so she could continue her nap

"Well sweet dreams love"

You kissed her cheek and stretched, closing your own eyes but continuing to run your hands through your girlfriend's white hair

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flowery-mess · 2 days ago

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a family of one

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / mentions of alcohol and drugs / bad parent-kid relationship / mentions of cancer / shoving someone / slight sexual scene in the end / I think that's it, lmk if anything else

Words: 3,9k

Author's note: agh Noah❤️‍🩹 my heart beats for him I swear, grab your tissues and enjoy reading, let me know what you think✨

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Messages from Noah’s father throughout the last week:

“Hey son, do you have a minute to talk? I need a favor”

“Hey Noah, I need to talk to you”

“Hey man, pick up the phone it's important”

Noah never answered, he knew what the favor was. His father only contacts him when he needs money, but Noah doesn't have it in him to just block his number and cut him off. He usually never answers, until this text came through:

“Noah, I'm sick and I need your help”

It was Monday evening, Noah was home alone and didn't know what to do with this information.

He sat down, opened a bottle of whiskey and took a big gulp.

His father for him was only a failure, both of his parents were, but at least his mother cut him off completely. He never wished Noah a happy birthday, but when it was his birthday? 'Hey Noah, what do you say about birthday dinner tomorrow?' as if Noah would give a shit about his birthday. He made the mistake once, took his father for a dinner on his birthday, only to be the one that paid for it and to find all of the cash he had in his wallet was gone, probably stolen when he went to use the bathroom.

Noah's eyes scanned the text over and over, the word sick sticking out. Sick. What does he mean by that? He knows he shouldn’t care, but the small boy in him still feels weirdly sad about the idea of his father being sick.

“Sick? What do you mean?”

Noah texted back, then locked his phone and put it screen down on the table in front of him. He doesn’t want to talk with him, unless it’s really important.

His attention was on the street outside, watching people live their lives while he felt like his life is never going to change. Like his past will never leave him, it will haunt him forever. Abandoned by his parents, lost his grandparents, living alone in this empty apartment, desolate.

His phone buzzed with a new notification, but it took him a few minutes to get the courage to pick his phone and read it.

“Cancer, can we meet and talk?”

Noah let out a shaky breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Cancer. Does this mean he’s going to die and leave him completely too? Would it hurt Noah?

“I don’t wanna see you. What stage?”

“Son, please.”

“Son.” Noah read out loud with a laugh. Funny thing to call someone you left and use only for money.

“We either talk this way or not at all.”

Noah didn’t get another answer from the man that calls himself his father, so the only thing on his mind was if this was the last conversation he had with his father. He didn’t know if he was in the early stage where treatment still can help or if he has years, months or even days of his life.

—

“Hey, you’re not drinking tonight?” you slipped in the spot next to Noah, who looked not in the mood for anything or anyone tonight.

“No.” he didn’t even look at you and continued to stare into nothing.

“Are you okay?” you saw Noah out of a mood many times, but he was never this weird.

“Yes.” one word answers, great.

“Why don’t you go home if you’re not in the mood to be here? I don’t mind.” you didn’t know if he stayed there only because it was an unspoken rule that you two always leave together, that he makes sure you’re leaving safe, so if that was the case, you wanted him to know he doesn’t have to stay.

“I’m fine Ella.” he snapped, finally turning his head to look at you. He looked different, his eyes somehow empty, dark circles under them and his jaw showed a few days of unshaved stubble.

“You don’t look fine Noah.” you knew it was pointless to try to get a word out of him, but you tried.

“Don’t you have friends to drink and dance with?” his tone was unwelcoming, so without a word you stood up and left. You knew he wasn’t fine, but you’re not going to let him take it out on you, you only wanted to help him.

You found Molly and Clara and decided that if Noah isn’t going to apologize that you’re not leaving with him tonight. Not that he looked in the mood for sex, but lately you’ve been leaving with him and sleeping at his place even when you didn’t have sex.

The party was the same as every other week, so after more drinks with your friends you moved to the garden to play beer pong against boys from your class.

“Molly you’re so bad at this.” Clara groaned at Molly’s another attempt to throw the small orange ball into one of the red cups at the other side.

“Maybe it’s intentional, but you’ll never know.” and you would believe that. Molly wanted the drinks and look like the girl who needs help with throwing the balls, preferably with a guy behind her and his arms around her body.

“Ella? Hey Ella!” you heard someone shout your name, then you saw one of the fraternity boys wave at you.

“I’ll be right back.” you told the girls and started walking in the direction of a tall blonde guy, “Hi, do you need help with anything?”

“Yeah, have you seen Noah?”

“Last time I saw him in the living room.”

“He’s not there.” he left a sigh and looked around “do you think he left? He wouldn’t leave without you, right?” that made you roll your eyes.

“Listen, I don’t know where he is. The last time I saw him he was an ass, so maybe he went home.”

“There’s this guy asking for him, but I don’t wanna give him his address or something.”

“And how can I help you with that?” you were still pissed from earlier, but stopped yourself from being an ass, just like Noah, “I’m sorry, didn’t want to be rude. Do you know who that guy is? Have you tried calling Noah?”

“Yes, texted him too. Don’t know the guy, all he’s saying is he needs to talk to Noah.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.”

You followed Ben, as you learned his name was, through the living room and then outside from the main entrance.

“Oh, there he is. Problem solved.” Ben said and stopped walking when he saw Noah and the guy already talking.

“Oh, great.” you said, but couldn’t help yourself and watch them for a minute. Ben left you there, saying he had to go back, but you didn’t mind.

There weren't many people in the front yard, so far it looked like no one noticed Noah and the mysterious guy outside of the property. You walked slowly towards them, you saw Noah’s back and you could tell from the way he stood he was uncomfortable.

As you made it closer to them, you could finally see the other guy. You didn’t recognize him, that made you wonder who he was.

Until you scanned his face and then it hit you. Same almond eyes like Noah’s, very similar hair color and he was just a few inches shorter than Noah. His father, it has to be, you thought.

You didn’t know what to do, if you should leave or stay there. Yeah Noah pissed you off, but from the little you knew about his past and saw his nervous body language, the anger you felt towards his actions from earlier was replaced with worry.

You stood still for a few minutes, watching them both throw their arms around and raise voices at each other, but not enough for you to hear what they’re talking about.

They didn’t notice you standing there, watching them, until they stopped talking and just glared at each other.

Noah’s father’s eyes met yours for a second, you looked away and tried to think of how to leave.

“Do you need anything?” he yelled in your direction, which caused Noah to turn around and notice you too.

You couldn’t figure out the look in his eyes, but it only confirmed that he wasn’t comfortable and like he was asking you to stay.

“Don’t talk to her.” Noah said to his dad, turning back to face him again. “If that’s all you wanted to tell me, you can leave now. We’re done.”

“Is this how you gonna treat me? Your dad?”

“You,” Noah lost it and grabbed his father by the collar of his t-shirt, “are not my dad.”

You knew Noah probably wouldn’t hurt him, but you still skipped the space between you and them and put your hand on his shoulder with silent “Don’t do something stupid Noah.”

He dropped his hands and you could feel his shoulders going up and down very quickly from his quick breathing.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“I’m his dad, I’m sick and he won’t help me.” the man in his late 50’s told you, Noah stayed silent. He knew he doesn’t have to explain the situation to you, that you’re on his side.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Whatever you were talking about, I’m sure there is a better place to discuss it than a frat party. Don’t you think?”

“Alright, listen Noah I’m sorry for coming here. Maybe we could take this to your place and solve it out.”

“You’re not coming to my place.” Noah yelled out of frustration and people started to look.

“Noah,” you whispered enough for him to hear you, “everyone is watching, maybe it’s better to move this somewhere else.”

Without a word Noah turned around and started walking in the direction to his car. You were quick to follow and by the loud steps behind you, you were sure his father was right behind.

“You,” Noah turned around so quickly that you almost hit his chest, he pointed his finger at his father, “are not riding in my car. And you,” then his eyes looked down on you, “are staying here.”

“Noah-” you tried to speak but he interrupted you.

“I don’t want you anywhere near him, okay? Stay here.”

“And leave you to do something stupid? No.”

“Ella.”

“I’m coming with you. I can stay in the car or in your bedroom and I won’t listen, but I’m coming.”

He knew it was pointless to argue any more with you, so he just unlocked his car and you both got in.

“Does he know your address?” you asked him after neither of you asked his father if he has a way to get to Noah’s place.

“I don’t care.” Noah started the car and left the parking lot, you could see his father get in a cab and follow you.

There were a few minutes of silence before you spoke up.

“What’s going on Noah?” you slightly turned to the left to face him.

You could see his jaw locked in place, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the driving wheel.

“Talk to me, please.” you tried again.

“He was texting me for a few days about how we need to talk, I never replied until-” he swallowed and took a few seconds before giving you more information “until he texted me that he has cancer.”

“Oh Noah I’m so sorry.”

He rolled his eyes, he never wanted anyone to feel sorry for him.

“I told him I don’t wanna see him, that if he wants to talk, then do it through texts. But he showed up tonight. How the fuck did he even know where to find me?” he took his hands off the steering wheel and smashed his fists against it three times before he continued to talk, “I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t care. I know he just wants my money and even if he says it’s for a treatment I don’t believe him.”

You didn’t know what to say, you just let him talk and let out everything he needed before he had to face him again.

“And my mind just won’t shut off. All I can think about is how he’s still my father and I should help him, but I don’t want to. I can’t do it again, try and then just be left alone again.”

He was never this honest with you, not even the night when you were both drunk and he told you about his history. Now he was sober and sharing much more than you ever thought he would.

“You don’t have to help him if you don’t want to, okay? You don’t owe him anything. You can hear him out and then send him away. I’ll be there if you need me, I can walk him out so you don’t have to.” you reached to grip one of his hands into yours, squeezing him as a sign of support. You saw thousands of emotions behind his eyes and took his cheek in your other hand, gently rubbing your thumb up and down, “Okay?” you wanted to know that he heard what you said.

“Okay.” barely a whisper.

You kept his hand in your for the rest of the right, playing with his fingers.

When you reached his building you went to the garage parking lot and you saw his father get out of the cab and wait in front of the big building.

When Noah turned off his car, you two just stayed sitting there in silence until he spoke up.

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Wait.” you grabbed his arm and turned him to face you, “Whatever happens, stay calm and be the bigger person. I’ll be there if you need me, yeah?”

“Yeah.” you leaned over the console and gave him a small kiss on his lips, Noah cupped your cheek and rested his forehead on yours.

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You met his father in the main lobby, going in a different elevator than him. Noah led you to his place in silence and his father followed.

When you entered the apartment Noah didn’t bother asking him if he wanted water or a coffee, he just sat behind the big table next to his kitchen counter and motioned for him to sit on the opposite side. You stood next to the counter, not sure if you should leave or not.

“Do you mind giving us privacy?” his father spoke to you and without any word you turned around and started walking in the direction of Noah’s bedroom.

“She’s staying.” Noah said in a firm voice.

“I’d appreciate it if it could be just the two of us.”

“And I’d appreciate it if you could leave. You choose.”

When the older man didn’t answer, you walked back to the kitchen area and stood there in silence.

“Talk.” Noah barked at his father.

“As I told you, I’m sick Noah. And I need your help.” it was weird hearing Noah’s name come from that man’s mouth, “This time I really need your help.”

“What cancer do you have?” Noah spoke.

“What?”

“You said you have cancer, what cancer?”

“The doctors are not sure-”

"Bullshit, how can they not be sure what cancer you have?”

“Listen son, I know I hurt you in the past and that I have not been the best father in the world, but we’re still family by blood, so you should help me.” Noah didn’t know which part of that sentence pissed him off more, but he started to lose his patience with the man in front of him.

“You never were my father. You never took care of me, I don’t have to take care of you.”

“You can’t remember the time I took care of you, we were a happy family. But you were too little to remember.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you left before I could remember anything.”

“We had reasons why we left you with your grandparents.”

“Oh really, did drugs and alcohol get in the way of raising your kid?”

You were just now getting pieces of Noah’s childhood, your heart already hurting for him. You wanted to hug him and never let go.

“You don’t know anything.” his father was bold enough to speak to him like that, even though he was the one needing Noah’s help.

“And who’s fault is that?” Noah bit back.

“Listen, I need money and I know you have it. If you want me killed by the end of next week then stay being an arrogant prick and don’t help me, but I’ll tell them to go after you.”

“Them?” Noah and you were both confused, he said he was sick, didn’t he? “Who the fuck are them? You’re not sick right? You just made it up to get money from me.”

“Don’t know why I bothered with that, but don’t worry son, if I’m going down, you’re going with me.” he pointed his finger to Noah’s face, the last push Noah needed to stand up, leaving his chair to fall to the ground and grabbing his father by the collar again.

“Shut up, no more talking. Get your shit and leave my apartment.” he threw him back to his chair and waited for him to leave.

“Is this how you treat her too? I see you took something after me, you’re just like me.” that sentence was enough for you to step in and get this man out of Noah’s apartment, out of his life.

“That’s enough, you need to leave or I’m going to call the police.” you said, you tried to sound confident, but the shakiness in your voice betrayed you.

“Oh darling, you’re not scared of me are you?”

“Don’t talk to her.” Noah stepped between you and his father before he could get to you first.

“When you get her pregnant and have a little bastard just like you were, you’ll remember me. Noah, you and me, we are the same. You’ll find out.”

They were standing chest to chest, Noah looking down on him with a look that could kill. You saw Noah’s hands turn into fists by his side and you knew if his father is going to push a few more times, he’s going to lose it.

“You need to leave.” you spoke from behind Noah, gently pushing him to the side. “I’m serious, no one wants you here, so please, leave.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” he yelled in your face and before you could react, you felt his hands on your shoulders, pushing you away from him. You fell on the carpet next to Noah’s sofa, hitting your thigh against the coffee table.

“You fucker!” you heard Noah, then you stopped listening.

You suddenly felt sick from the situation, so you stayed laying on the carpet and just closed your eyes.

Him and Noah yelled at each other, you heard movements and only hoped they’re not fighting, until the main door closed and suddenly silence took over the apartment.

Noah stood by the door, not capable of moving or talking. He wanted to scream, at his father for being a dick, at you for standing up for him and putting yourself in danger, at himself for letting you come.

“Noah.” he heard your voice behind him, but still didn’t dare to turn around and face you. He was scared, scared that you were hurt, because of him.

“I’m sorry.” was all he managed to say.

You hugged him from behind, laying your head on his back and your hands on his tummy. He wasn’t good at talking and you didn’t expect him to talk about what just happened, you just wanted to hold him.

His head fell down and his breathing became quick, he was holding his tears in until he couldn’t. You felt the tear fall on your hand and then you heard silent sob.

“Oh baby, come here.” you turned his body so he was facing you, you could see the hurt in his red glassy eyes. You grabbed his head and laid it on your shoulder, Noah’s hands made their way around you. He held onto you like never before, he realized that somehow, you’re probably the first stable person in his life.

He cried and you let him. You led both of you towards his couch, still holding him.

You laid down with Noah on top of you. You were consumed by his weight, but you didn't mind at all.

You played with his hair while he laid on your chest, your fingers gently scraping his scalp to calm him down. His hand held onto you like his life depended on it, scared you’ll leave him too and he’ll be all alone. Again.

He cried until he felt like there were no more tears in his body, then he just laid on your chest, grateful for your presence.

“I’m sorry.” he finally managed to say it out loud, his voice hoarse from the crying.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” you whispered back. “Do you wanna talk about it?” you knew what his answer was going to be, but you wanted to try.

“Not now, please.”

“Okay, you don’t have to.” silence took over the room again, you continued playing with his hair and he absentmindedly started tracing his fingers on your skin. You were hiding from the world right now, but you could still hear life from outside. Cars, people talking, babies crying or dogs barking down on the busy street.

“Did he hurt you? Are you hurt?” Noah suddenly realized that his father pushed you and you fell. He lifted his head to scan over your face, looking for possible injuries.

“I’m okay, really.” maybe you were starting to feel a bruise forming on your thigh, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Are you sure? Did you hit your head?” Noah looked over your whole body, touched your head to make sure you’re whole and not hurt.

“Calm down Noah, I promise I’m okay.” you held his head and kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry you had to be there.”

“Stop apologizing, and I asked to be there, so it’s not your fault. Okay?” you heard Noah’s mhm and you knew that that was the best agreement you’re going to get from him.

“Will you stay tonight?” his voice still low, you could hear the fear of you saying no in it.

“Yes.”

After a while you moved to the bathroom, had a shower together. Noah let you wash his hair and his body. You wanted to wash all of today off of him. He let you hug him, hold him, again, while the water was cascading down both of your bodies.

He kissed your shoulder, then your collar bone, then your neck, jaw and finally, your lips. Kissing him felt different, more emotional. You knew he was saying sorry through his kisses, so you let him. When you separated from the kiss, he grabbed your head with both of his hands. His fingers stroked your cheeks in a comfortable way until he said “I’m not in the mood for sex tonight, sorry.”

You had to hold a laugh in you, because you found it funny that he thought you expected sex after everything that just happened.

“Oh Noah, neither am I. I just want to cuddle you all night. Is that okay?” you rubbed your nose along his, leaving a small kiss just at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah.”

So that’s how your night ended. Your bodies intertwined in Noah’s big bed, you held him until his breath evened out, then you fell asleep too. Before you did, you left a few kisses on his skin, whispering that he’s not alone and he’s not a desolate.

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ohbabydollie · 15 hours ago

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Heyyyyy, so if your okay with it (obviously )

Schlatt having a pain kink (hair pulling, backscratching, biting, etc.)

And Reader being a tiny bit of a sadist

THIS IS FOR A FRIEND I SWEAR👀😓😓

Ur friend is absolutely cooking rn, I’ve also got work in less than 7 hrs but I js needed to write this

You had first noticed it when you had pulled Schlatt's hair a little too hard while he was going down on you, instead of it deterring him, it encouraged him, moving to pull you closer to him and not letting you escape his grip.

Then when he had been fucking you, accidently holding onto his shoulders and scratching down his back, he didn't stop until you were completely fucked out of your mind and left panting.

You gasped softly when you had noticed the number you did on his back, some light scratches and others a bright red, almost threatening to bleed.

"did it I over do it?" you ask softly, gently tracing the marks on his back as he groaned slightly.

"it didn't hurt, don't worry" he mumbles, "felt kinda good actually" he mumbles causing you to giggle slightly.

"so you want me to do it again?" you ask

"yeah, I know the safe word after all" he says softly before putting on his pants and walking off to a corner of the house.

as he went off to do whatever, you couldn't help but notice how hot the scratched you left on Schlatt were. how erotic it felt, it was like your own personal mark on Schlatt, one no one else could replicate.

so you kept his words in mind for next time, adding in a little extra in and you had to admit, it was some of the hottest sex you’d had with him.

the way you’d pull at his hair encouraging him to go deeper with his thrusts, scratches that made him move his hips at just the right angle to hit that special spot in you and when you came close to an orgasm, the way you’d bite down on his shoulder, holding back a scream as your legs began to shake.

He’d be left scratched up, panting and no where near done with you.

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 17 hours ago

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Rip jason and damian! Cookie momma gonna slap out their attitude,i fear😔🤣.

And Dick and Bruce will also avoid whoreing themselves.

No women will try to seduce Bruce with mom!BW reader around if they still want their pretty face intact. I KNOW that these socialite /model/secretary etc will be terrified of her.

Bruce better pray if cookie!momma see him neglect BW! reader like the father-daughter dance!

AND either it'd gonna be a bad bitch fighting with Talia or they're gonna be great friend who do tough love.

Yummy, good soup! 🍲

Readers' moms are like their biggest supporters; if you had 100,000 fans, she's one of them. If you had 100 fans, she's one of them. If you had 10 fans, she's one of them. And if you had zero fans, best believe she's sitting in the front row of every school play, recital, and graduation, camera in hand, screaming your name, clapping, jumping up and down, and acting hysterically. At your school play, which was about Dorothy, you were one of the trees that was supposed to run around pretending to be a tornado until the tornado kid arrived to pick up Dorothy. You were tree number three—not tree number one, not tree number two, but tree number three. You didn't have any lines except for saying "swoosh" and moving your branches around, but that didn't stop your mom from shoving the camera in your face, telling you how proud she is of you, clapping her hands, and yelling like a crazed fan when the play was over.

When your mom hears about the whole neglecting thing, she’s literally seething with rage--like about-to-go-insane type of rage. When you tell her about the gala and how you feel like Bruce doesn’t like you or is ashamed of you, her jaw drops, her eyes widen, and she’s ready to walk into Wayne Enterprises with you by her side, kicking down that door and cussing Bruce out. You’ve seen your mother angry before, but not this type of angry; this is pure, unadulterated rage. After that, you start getting invited to more family events you didn’t even know were happening in the house, which makes you feel kind of sad, but at least you get to be invited, even though your mom had to force them to invite you. Something’s better than nothing.

So, in the living room with the others, as you play Mario Party, Mario Party has never felt so unfun before. You’ve played countless times with your friends, but this time it feels depressing. Cracking jokes or roasting each other about how bad you are in the mini-games is nonexistent. They're just talking with one another, having conversations, but you feel out of place. You can’t leave; you don’t want to seem ungrateful. If you do leave, they’ll probably start trash-talking you and saying how you ruined the mood. You’d rather disconnect your controller and sink into the leather couch until you’re at the very bottom, swimming in your own sorrow and self-doubt. You don’t want to be one of those kids who only gets invited to hang out with others because your parents tell those kids to or pull strings with other parents. You want people to hang out with you because they like you, enjoy your company, and think you’re cool--not because your mom tells them to.

When you hang out with Steph, Barbara, and Cass at the mall, you feel like you’re intruding on their fun. Instead of making conversation and small talk to get to know them better, you head to the food court to drown your sorrows in Chinese food. Then, you get distracted by a claw machine that helps take your mind off things. But if they don’t want to hang out with you, your mom will be happy to hang out with you, and she’s pretty possessive of your attention. You know who else is possessive of attention? Bruce is like Lucious Lyon is really possessive over your mother’s attention. Not getting it himself, he’ll make sure that nobody else gets her love and care. When your mom goes back on the market and starts dating again, Bruce sabotages all her relationships. He'll pay the guy off to stop dating her or make sure the car breaks down so they can’t leave the driveway. If that doesn’t work, they'll get a personal invitation from Batman. He'll make sure to take care of the date, clearing her schedule so he can interfere, taking her to a lavish dinner and inviting her back to the manor. The boys won’t even object either, especially not Jason or Dick. He practically raised those two boys, and just the idea of you giving your attention to another guy doesn’t sit right with them. Damian will make sure to stop his stepmother from being with any man other than Bruce. It just doesn’t make sense. Would she stoop so low as to be on dating websites? She’s a Wayne.

Ever since your mother complimented Damian's artwork, he's been wrapped around her finger. Talia is extremely jealous; it took her so long to win back Damian's trust, and it took your mother mere minutes. That jealousy is very strong. She sees you as a motherly opponent, someone stealing Damian away. Since Wayne Manor, he hasn't even considered taking over the mantle and becoming the Demon's Head; he's been too busy being Robin. When Talia finds pictures of your mother and Damian together in the media, she becomes consumed by jealousy—jealousy so strong it could be destructive. This makes Talia believe she and your mother have a rivalry, or perhaps a one-sided one; she thinks your mother and Bruce are still together, even though you haven't been together for 17 years—or longer. Who knows?

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lsunstreakerl · 19 hours ago

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part seven of the maxiel corporate au! 2.4k words, alternating max POV and daniel POV.

hi! explicit!

here we have.... more dirtbag daniel. the rico effect only works when he's looking right at him, unfortunately. (for now) (I swear he's not an asshole forever but he definitely is right now)

Max is the first one up on the floor- it's quiet still. He can't hear Martin's tea kettle or the sound of Rico doing his home workouts, and Isack had stopped yelling over his discord call sometime around two in the morning.

He keeps his steps light, grabbing clothes out of the closet, though there's no silencing the creak in the pipes as he turns his shower on.

He's been told it's like a mini alarm clock for the others- starts pulling them out of sleep.

Max has shampoo in his hair when he remembers.

"I want you open all the time."

He pauses. There's a chance Daniel didn't mean it- might have been saying it in the heat of the moment.

But what if he did?

Max isn't even sure- he has a bottle of lube, yeah, but it was a gag gift. He's never actually used to it to-

He rinses out his hair, watches the suds swirl down the drain. Daniel had been fairly clear, and Max remembers the ache and the stretch- doesn't want to make that any worse than it needs to be if he can help it.

There's a first time for everything- and Max is no quitter.

He's toweling off his hair, fumbling in the bathroom drawer before his fingers snag on the cap, and he pulls out the bottle, wrinkling his nose.

He's not really sure how he's supposed to do this. Especially if he's not allowed to get off- there's not even anything in it for him, and what if Daniel doesn't fuck him today at all?

There's a horrifying moment where Max wonders just how long he's supposed to listen to Daniel about the whole thing. What happens if he gets busy? Max refuses to be celibate indefinitely. He'd rather be dead.

It's awkward, laying out on his back on the bed, legs wide. He feels humiliated about it, lube slicking his fingers as he presses them to his hole.

He hates how that makes him hard.

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The bus ride is as miserable as Max expects it to be, dark and chilly. The sun hasn't quite risen yet, but it's starting to peek on the edge of the horizon through the buildings. Max hops off at his stop, makes a detour to get a bagel at the pop up stand.

He's feeling more human as he steps inside the office building- far better than yesterday. He's getting his desk sorted for the day, paperwork straightened as his desktop takes its time logging in, taking bites out of his bagel as he checks through his email.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Max can accept that. He starts digging through his older reports, pulling up numbers and files from a few years back, when the company had first started dealing with Netco.

Max doesn't like them. They're shady, which is one thing- but they're smart about it, which is entirely another.

Max had only spent a year and half in law school before he dropped out, but it's enough for him to know he doesn't like what he's looking at.

He's zoned in by the time the rest of the department starts filtering in- chewing on the end of his pen, eyes flicking over the numbers, occasionally jotting down certain figures he wants to go back and double check later.

He's not sure how they're hiding it- but they are. He's going to figure it out.

Scarlett pats him on his shoulder on the way back, and he tosses an absentminded greeting her way. They'll need to sit and go over some of this month's figures later- just because Max has his nose stuck in the past doesn't mean the rest of the world has stopped moving.

A few other employees make their way by, and then there's knuckles rapping at the edge of Max's desk.

He looks up, meeting Blake's eyes.

"Mornin' Max. Hope your day off was good. I was going to see how you'd feel about digging deeper into those discrepancies you spotted, but..."

Blake is grinning at him, and Max smiles back, turning the side of his monitor in his direction.

"Already on it, sir."

"Max."

Blake sounds mildly exasperated, and Max fights his own amusement.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me sir?"

"Probably a few more, sir."

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Daniel pinches the bridge of his nose, tries to breathe out slow, find his inner zen. He's not finding it.

He's been getting the fucking runaround from Netco, and they both know it. It's making his eye twitch.

He and Blake had spent a few hours yesterday with their heads put together over Max's reports, but they just couldn't trace it. Hopefully the finance department is really digging their teeth into the problem- Daniel wants solid proof if he's going to pull out of this deal.

Probably what Daniel should do is take a break- hit the office gym, get a hot coffee, come back to the problem feeling refreshed.

Instead, he's messaging Max on slack again, asking him to come upstairs when he has a moment.

A few minutes later his personal phone buzzes.

Blake F: Seriously Daniel

Blake F: I actually have him doing work right now

Blake F: Now he's going to be too cock dumb to get anything done

Daniel R: idk what you're talking about

Daniel R: maybe I really do want to talk to him about the reports

Blake F: No you don't

Daniel R: no I don't

Daniel leans back in his chair, waiting. He's already getting hard just thinking about it- he's got a packet of lube in the drawer, just in case Max forgets, but he's hoping that's not the case.

He starts clearing his desk, making more room than he had before- he's going to bend Max over it today. Daniel prefers to have a clean space normally anyways, but he'd made some adjustments while he was teasing Max, in the name of seeing him blush.

Now it's a bit more how he likes it. Mostly cleared off, a few things at the sides, but relatively organized.

A few minutes later there's a knock at the door. Daniel waits a few seconds, just enough to make Max twitchy on the other side.

"Come in."

Max steps in, gently shutting the office door behind him. Daniel subtly clicks his workstation icon to read busy.

Max shifts on his feet, fingers fidgeting in his pockets. Daniel doesn't have to hide it now- not that he was pretending before- so he takes his time looking at Max, lingering on his chest and waist.

Daniel rolls his chair back, spreading his legs.

"Over here, Maxy."

Max walks over, comes to a stop in front of Daniel- between him and the desk, which is where Daniel wanted him. He rolls back forward, brackets Max between his legs so he's pressed between Daniel and the wood.

He curls his finger through one of Max's belt loops, tugging at it.

"Have you been good for me?"

Max swallows, blue eyes tracking Daniel's movements.

"Yes sir."

Daniel flicks at his belt buckle, unlatching it as he pulls it off of Max, carefully folding it over itself a few times. It's going to have teeth marks by the time he's done- Max is loud.

He runs his fingers down, flicks lightly at where Max's bulge is, enjoys the flinch and the gasp he gets in return.

"Ah- I stretched, sir."

Good. Daniel wonders if it's enough- and then he wonders what that had looked like, Max trying to fuck himself onto his fingers, uncertain and confused, trying to remember how Daniel had done it- it makes his blood hot.

Daniel sets Max's belt down on the side of the desk, squeezes Max's hip.

"Was that your boyfriend yesterday?"

Max goes bright red, turning his head away from Daniel's gaze.

"No- no sir, that's not- Rico is my neighbor."

Daniel raises an eyebrow. Neighbors don't usually answer each other's phones and wake each other up in the same bed, but- maybe there's been some kind of major culture change and Daniel's missed it.

"Sure he is."

He abruptly stands, right up in Max's space, chest to chest. Max is red down to his neck as Daniel grips his waist, spinning him so that he's flush against Max's back.

He tucks his chin into Max's shoulder, lips near his ear.

"You're going to have to be quiet for me, babe. Can you do that? Because it's pretty busy around the office today. Wouldn't want anyone to come investigate, would we?"

Daniel presses his hips forward, pins Max against the desk with a little whimper.

"Words, Max."

Max nods, ears red.

"Yes sir, I can be quiet."

Daniel doesn't believe him.

He snakes his fingers around to Max's front, deftly popping the button to his pants and untucking his shirt before he gets his other hand between Max's shoulders- and then he shoves.

Max is just the right height- he lands perfectly on his chest, hips wiggling up onto the desk. The tips of his toes brush against the floor, but otherwise he's not balanced on his feet at all, ass pressed against Daniel's hips.

Daniel grinds against him for a moment, distracted at how perfect Max looks for him here- his hands are gripping the edge of the desk in front of him, squirming.

"Ah- here? What if-?"

Daniel is tugging Max's waistband down, getting his hands on his cute ass, finally.

He grabs Max's belt, leaning over him.

"Guess you'll just have to be quiet then, won't you? Open your mouth."

Max shivers underneath him, opening his mouth for Daniel to shove the belt between his teeth. His knuckles are white at the edge of the desk.

Daniel allows himself some indulgence, squeezing and groping at Max's ass. Max might not know it, but no one else is coming in here unless Daniel tells them to. Besides, the whole point of this is so Daniel's looming headache doesn't get worse- and fucking Max makes him feel better.

He brings two fingers between Max's legs, presses into his hole. Max makes a low groan underneath him at the stretch, and Daniel scissors his fingers. Max is about as loose as Daniel would expect, considering he'd probably only stretched this morning, and it's now late afternoon.

It'll be a tight fit, but it's not enough for Daniel to think about giving him extra prep.

He snags the lube packet and a condom, smears it around Max's hole and over his own cock, and then he's pressing into Max, tight and hot around him.

Max shouts into the belt, muffling the noise.

Daniel fucks his hips in, watches Max's fingers scrabble to get a better grip on the desk.

"Seriously babe, unless you want the entire executive floor knowing I've got you up here bent over the desk, you might want to watch your mouth."

Max whimpers, clenching around him, and Daniel grips one hand around his waist to hold him in place, wrapping the other around his thigh.

"Your only shot at coming is while I'm fucking you- if you can't do it you're out of luck."

He catches the slight dip of Max's head in acknowledgment, and then he's fucking into him hard, trying to get rid of the stress and annoyance he's been feeling all day.

Max is writhing on the desk, probably in a useless attempt to get friction on his own cock, but he's being good for Daniel, letting him wring his own pleasure out of him. He's making little noises around the belt, punched out moans every time Daniel fucks in.

He has a bit of mercy, hitches Max's leg up to angle at his prostate, and Max makes a muffled wail, tightening around him.

Daniel bends down over him, grinding his hips in slow and deep.

"Maxy, it's like you want someone to come check on you. Is that it? You want one of the other executives to walk in, see you crying on my cock over the desk?"

Max is teary, but he's frantically shaking his head no. At the same time...

"The way you're getting tight on me makes me think otherwise, babe."

Daniel lifts Max's hips up, pulling back just enough to admire the way Max looks underneath him, and then he's snapping back in, Max dropping his forehead to the desk as he takes it, Daniel's perfect little plaything.

He must be getting close- he's tight around Daniel, hot and slick, and Daniel spares a moment to think about getting that test done before he's coming. Max desperately tries to grind his hips back into Daniel and down into the desk, frantic with it.

Daniel debates for a second, but- Max came four times the other night. He doesn't want him to be getting any ideas.

He pulls out, and Max sobs into the wood, hips making tiny little circles.

"Aw, almost babe. Maybe next time."

He gives Max a pat on the ass as he tucks his pants back in, fixing his own belt before he reaches around for Max's, pulling it out of his mouth.

There's teeth marks in the leather. Point for Daniel.

Max is trembling on the wood, so Daniel gives him a minute or two, letting him try and regain his composure as Max settles back on his feet, gingerly pushing himself up. His lashes are wet, and he's definitely still hard. His clothes are a rumpled mess.

Daniel takes another moment to just look- he's not sure how he's gotten so lucky, to have a sweet intern so eager to please. Daniel holds Max's belt back out to him, pushing it into his hands.

"Go use the private bathroom, get cleaned up."

Max nods, fingers wrapping around the belt as he takes a few steps back, turning for the bathroom. He's definitely got a limp now- Daniel isn't sure how he got rid of the last one so fast, but a little part of him hopes this one sticks.

Daniel rearranges his desk again, setting it up to actually get some work done. He really does feel better already.

He pencils himself a little reminder on a nearby sticky note, to find an excuse to bring Max on the business trip coming up.

A few days, Max flying private and in Daniel's hotel room? The things he could do-

He nods to himself, underscoring the note.

That definitely needs to happen.

#maxiel corporate au #ficlet #when you look beyond surface level the vibes are actually terrible here #but it's hot so it's okay

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cokoweee · 2 days ago

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EHEHHEE Now I get to the DEEP STUFF~

Let's begin.

LOOK AT THIS LITTLE MANNNNNNNN EEEEEEEEE He's seriously so cute- he's like a flying metal kitten and I can't STAND IT- Also, I noticed that Shelldon's dialogue isn't the same either. Before, there would be numbers hidden between the letters- but it seems he's "grown" out of that with this mini upgrade!

Also seeing a genuine smile on Kendra's face is REALLY needed right now. She's just legitimately happy to see the lil robot again, safe and sound. (And NOT a kraangified creature bent on killing her.) These two's little interaction was quite nice to watch and I hope we get to see more of their dynamic. :) Note the fact that here, Kendra's dialogue is also becoming her signature pink again as well... <3

Okay back to the plot.

Now Kendra and Draxum have a... iiiiinteresting dynamic to say the least. It began a bit awkward with the care and medical treatment Draxum had to give her after she was stabbed- but then it began to mellow out by the time Kendra began to get sick. Even so, she never gave him permission to use her name. But here- she does. Here, she actually opens up a tiny bit, allowing this crazy weird old goat to actually call her by her first name. Kendra may be spiraling- but there are some healed pieces of her still shining through the broken shards. <3

Also- THE NECKLACE. Bro- WHY didn't I THINK OF THAT-

And here it is... what we've all been silently dreading~ the answer for Kendra's continued deteriorating health... When we get a peek at her expression here- man it's not a comforting one. She knows something's wrong with her. She knows it's not going away. And her face here is drowned in dismal acceptance.

Draxum goes on to explain as best he can where the problem must have originated from, and it confuses Kendra. (Me too, if I'm being honest. I always thought she got sick because of the knife stab. MAN WAS I WRONG.) Anyways, Draxum begins describing that the origin of the sickness must have infected Kendra at the farmhouse. Then he goes a step FURTHER and tells Kendra that what's attacking her body is the same that killed Raphael.

(I realize now how much her dream was really telling us... Coko you SNEAK.)

And then there's one more thing that I noticed about these panels: How the words referencing Cali the kraangified are highlighted BRIGHT PINK. (Just like Kendra's dream...) Which again, just proves that it was Cali who infected her all along.

I think we now see where that little scar on Kendra's shoulder came from. 0-0

...

EXCUSE ME HUH!?!??! C-Come again, Draxxy?? SIR???

THIS RIGHT HERE. This- haaaaiyyyaaaa this is foreshadowing at its finest. What's the cure? How will Kendra be saved?

Her shoulder... has to be... amputated. Her shoulder, as in her entire ARM???? Like- HELLO???? This is some really... heavy news. AND I LOVE IT. This kind of moment needs to be held with seriousness, and Coko, you aced it. :) Incredible work as always.

This series continues to impress me with your storytelling and foreshadowing. As well as the teeny tiny details that you need a magnifying glass to see. Then there's also the obvious details that are always so clean and beautifully illustrated. Your BG's. MANNN ALIVE THE BACKGROUNDS.

Seriously, Coko. Your work is extremely impressive, and I hope you know that at least by now, after so many like myself have loved it and looked forward to it. :) Thanks for giving me a new thing to look forward to and analyze the crap out of. ~^^~

That's all for now. :) See you after your next update!

~ Melissa

OKAY I had to hold onto this till after work just cause I barely had any time

SHELLDON’s new text!- I wanted to try something new and use the Genius Built font for him. It’s nice seeing ya interpret him as growing up a lil despite getting smaller lol

Kendra and Draxum have a bit of a weird relationship. They don’t chat it up often but they’re both pretty okay enough with eachother where they can have a meal together in peace. They’ve got some mutual respect for eachother

AND MAN YALL I WAS AUUGHHH every time someone blamed bishop, big mama NOPE IT WASNT THE HINT WAS ALWAYS THERE! Pink is not Kendra’s signature text color. I’m absolutely awful I make my hints at shit so stupid so subtle that it’s HORRENDOUS

Ok last lil thing cause im losing track of what im saying. Actually I’ve completely forgotten BUT I LOVE READING THESE RARARARARRARAAR

#asks and replies #Im so doodoo balls yall #stupidest shit ever #I even changed my blog colors for this #that’s how terrible I am with hint

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faghubby · 3 days ago

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Bear

THIS STORY IS SEVERAL FANS IDEAS WRAPPED INTO ONE STORY.

"Hey come here" a big burly man called after me as I exited the building. I looked at him but headed for my car. He quickly covered the distance between us. Grabbing my arm he spun me around.

"You were just upstairs with Connie" he told me.

"So" I said smartly. Even though this man towered over me.

"She is my sister" he told me.

"OH pleasure to me meet you,Eli" I said extending my hand.

"Don't give me that shit I know what kind of Sissies my sister likes" he said and yanked the back of the pink thong Connie had made me wear up giving me a massive wedgie. I was so scared, of him but also that someone might see that I almost peed myself. He pushed me into a near by alley.

"Please, I have a little money", I fumbled and pulled out my wallet.

"You should have a purse" he told me knocking my waller out of my hand he pushed me against the wall.

"Faggots are supposed to be good at sucking cock" he said unbuckling his pants. My God he was serious! "Or maybe I should just tell your wife you wear her panties and meet my sister on your lunch break" he said. Taking my phone of my belt clip.

"Okay, anything. But I never done this before." I knelt down and reached into his pants. I was shaking, I felt cold even on this warm summer day. I felt his cock, Jesus! Was that all him. I pulled out his cock. It was a thick fat cock his mushroom head already purple.

I could smell his musk and sweat. As he grabbed it and smacked his cock across my face.

"Let go bitch ain't got all day. I took the tip In my mouth the taste of sweat and piss. But he pushed it in more I gagged and coughed.

"Better get that mouth back non there" he warned. I went back to sucking on the head as I jerked him off. Without warning he shot his load into my mouth. I pulled away and the second shot hot me in the eye. The third all over my shirt. The rest seemed to miss me and hit the ground. He handed me back my phone, I had sucked off another man. I thought. I couldnt say inhad not fantasies about it. But innmy fantasies. He was a hot stud, and there was always a woman there. This was dirty, degrading, disgusting. I wanted to shower with bleach. I picked up my wallet.

"My name is Jake but you can call me Daddy" he told me. He then showed me pics of me sucking his cock. "You're mine now" he smiled and walked away. I needed to get back to work I was late. I couldnt go like this. I took off my shirt and threw it away after using it to wipe off my face. I stopped at a store and bought a new dress shirt. At the office I went to the bathroom and realized I had dry cum in my hair. I tried to tell my supervisor that I had an emergency and had to go. She didn't believe me.

"Eli, you got an hour left at this point, since you took a two hour lunch" she said annoyed. I went back to my desk defeated. As I sat down my phone dings. I pick it up to see a text from DADDY. there is a pic of his dick as his profile.

"I know you're dreaming when you can suck my cock again. I just thought I tell you. Your wife is hot" he sent a pic of of social media or my phone of Gail is a bikini on our vacation. "Does she know she married a fag?" I blocked him. He just sent a message on a different number.

"Maybe I should send this Pic to everyone in your contact list?" There I was on my knees with cum all over my face.

"Now unblock me and stop being such a little cunt" he texted. He would text me multiple times a day. He seemed to know my life. My friends, family, all about work. He used this to have me send him pics of myself dressed in my wife's panties, but he didn't stop there soon he wanted me fully dressed. I had to answer no matter when he texted. He had already released a pic on a website for gay men. But had blurred my face thankfully. I was in bed one night when he texted.

"Come outside" it was 1am. He was here! I had not seen him since that day two weeks ago. I got up and went outside he was sitting in a car in front of my house.

"Get in" he commanded I quickly got in hoping no one saw me, his cock was already out.

"Well it ain't going to suck itself" he told me. "Or should I gomknock on your door and get Gail to do it?" He said I leaned over and took him in my mouth. It was different this time, he smelled good. He must of showered because he didn't taste like sweat. His hand ran down my back and under my shorts.

"Where are your panties bitch?" He asked I didn't stop sucking his cock. "You are going to have to learn some things. Next time you will be smooth. I don't want to see a hair anywhere on your body. Your ass, your legs, even your pits will be smother then a new born" he told me. "I am also going to be around alit more. Seems like leaving you alone makes you think you don't belong to me" he told me then pushed my head down, I gagged as he shot his load in my mouth.

"Clean thar mess up" he told me shoving my face back into his crotch. I licked his thick bush sucking all of his cum up.

An hour had passed by the time I returned to my bed.

"Everything okay?" Gail asked as I got back in bed.

"Fine, go back to sleep". But I was rock hard in my shorts. I snuggled up to her.

"Um, what's this" Gail reached back and pulled out my dick without a word she stroked me. Not even facing me. I couldn't remember the last time we had had sex. Weeks ago I thought as I came all over her ass.

"Now get to sleep" she mumbled. I woke in the morning to pics of me sucking Daddy's cock in his car.

"Be around later cunt" he wrote. I decided to work from home today. Gail left for work. I couldn't shave. How would I explain that to Gail.

"So working from home today" i got a text from Daddy. "Good I want to see pics of you all smooth and dressed up by 4. Or I going to visit Gail at her office" he sent a pic of the building she worked at. I did some work then googled best way to shave body hair. I ran a hot bath and used Gail's razors to shave. It took two tubs of water. And had to shower after to rinse away any stray hair. I loved how it felt everytime I moved the motion seemed to electrify my skin. I got dressed in one of Gail's dresses. And sent Daddy a pic.

Ten minutes later I heard the doorbell. I panicked then I heard Daddy's deep voice call out as he came in.

"Where you at Faggot?" He called. I appeared at the top of the stairs. I wore Gail's dress. It was tight on me and barely covered my ass. When I saw Daddy I got excited. I don't know why, I had paid Connie to make me wear panties and degrade me. But this was different I needed Daddy, I hated him. But needed him. I didn't find him attractive. Not sure many woman would either. He was a big man, with a bit of a pot belly. A shaggy beard, and unkempt hair. But he carried himself with competent confidence. Daddy climbed the stairs two at a time. He grabbed me and kissed me. I felt wierd but my lips parted and his tounge danced in my mouth. His hand grasped my hard cock.

"My little faggot is happy to see me?" He smiled. Pulling my dress up so it bunched around my waist.

"Please no" I whispered his hands grabbed my ass.

"It's time you learned to be a proper bitch" he told me. He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. He threw me on the bed but before i could get away he manhandled me. Flipping me over he shoved my head down leaving my ass up in the air. He tore Gail's panties off of me. And smeared some type of lube on my ass. He must of bought it with him. Then I felt his cock push against my ass.

"Daddy please, I don't" but as I said it his cock pushed in. Pain shot thru me as my ass adjusted to being invaded. He waited only a moment before he worked more of his cock inside me. My phone was ringing I was supposed to be working. Daddy didn't care and started to fuck me. Slow at first then speeding up. He pounded away on my ass before he stiffened and filled my ass with his seed. He pulled out and my ass as felt empty, and sore. He got dressed as I laid on the bed.

"Now I don't like you getting excited" he told me fippimg me over he sat on me his ass pointing towards my face. He fiddled with so,thing cold around my dick. Then got up I looked down he had locked me in a steel chastity cage.

"I can't! Gail!" I told him. "Please" he just laughed and left me sitting there panicking. My phone rang again bringing me back to reality I rushed downstairs. I still wore Gail's dress. Daddy was gone. I tried to get the cage off and to my surprise with a little discomfort I pulled it off. I ran upstairs and showered. And got dressed in my clothes. My ass was so sore.

Gail came home as usual I was still working making up for a day of dressing up and getting fucked. I must of subconsciously been more attentive to Gail that night because right after dinner she took me to bed. I tried to make an excuse. But as soon as she removed my shirt she stopped.

"I like it" she told me and kissed me. She then reached inside my shorts and grabbed my dick. "Where is it?" She stopped suddenly.

"What?" I said surprised

"He locked you up, I saw the pics" she told me pushing me back.

"What? You knew?" I said without even thinking..

"From day one, you charged that whore on the credit card" Gail scolded.

"Gail I" I started. "Where is it?" She asked holding out her hand. I opened my drawer and gave ot to her.

"I guess it's to small" she frowned. She picked up her phone and called someone.

"He pulled it off" she said. Whoever was on the other side said something that made her smile.

"Get dressed, yes in panties" she told me. I put on panties, some shorts and a tee shirt with sandals. Gail drove me across town to a tattoo parlor. As I walked in I saw Daddy tattooing someone.

"That chair" he pointed Gail had me sit. When Daddy finished he came over to me. "Pants off" he told me. I was shocked to see Gail follow his instructions as well. She also removed her panties. So I removed mine. I noticed a tattoo on Gail's ass. It read married slut. I was stunned but then Daddy put restrains on my arms.

"We are going to give you a prince Albert so the garage can't be pulled off" he informed me. I wanted to complain but he walked over to Gail and shoved his fingers into her pussy. Then he numbed my dick and drove a needle thru. He reinstall the cage then put in the prince Albert piecing locking the cage on permanently. He wasn't done I was still bound to the chair as he bent Gail over and drove his cock into her. He fucked her. Long and hard as she was bent over top of me. The numbing agent had worn off and my dick now hurt as he pumped his seed inside Gail. He then shoved his dick in my mouth making me clean it.

"Your Daddy's little faggot now" Gail told me. As she pulled her panties back on. I had no idea how long they had known each other. Was this all just revenge or had I been set up from the start.

Gail took charge after that. She threatened to expose me to my deeply religious family. I was subject to not only wear panties but also bras and often stockings under my boy clothes. Often making me dress fully as a woman. She bought me makeup and hair styles. Along with nail care. I never saw Daddy and Gail together again.

Although Daddy would often spend the night in my bed. I craved him now. I would beg to suck his cock. Or plead with him to fuck me. I refused him nothing. Even when he had me service his friends. I have a tattoo now that says Daddy's faggot on my ass. I never saw Gail naked again. We lived like roommates. Acting as a loving couple for family functions.

Soon that will end as well. Daddy wants me to get breasts implants. Gail thinks it's a great idea.

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theocddiaries · 3 days ago

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[At the Mean Bean, the Wachowski brothers are having a snack. Robotnik walks out of the warehouse carrying a box and drops it on the floor with a grunt.] Robotnik: Ooof, what a load of crap a human can keep… I'm surprised I didn't find a dinosaur back there… When you're done, toss this for me, okay? Sonic: Yeah, sure, and if you want, I'll mop your floors, too. [Shadow comes over to refill their drinks. Knuckles gets up to rummage through the box.] Robotnik: Ah, great. Shadow, the blue pest is gonna help you with the dust. Shadow: Thank you. Tails: He was being sarcas-- Sonic: Yeah, yeah, I'll go, I'll go. Robotnik: Ah, moments like this make me less disgusted that you like my hedgehog. [Sonic and Shadow blush and avoid eye contact.] Knuckles [pulling things out]: Whoa, a rock with numbers! Can I keep it??? Robotnik: What are you saying… that's my first cell phone! Knuckles: Can I keep your rock-phone, please??? Shadow: Tell him yes, you were going to throw it away anyway. Robotnik: Ugh, now that I see him excited, I want it back! Tails: That thing doesn’t work anymore, Eggman… I doubt it worked back in the day. Knuckles [reading a thick book]: Hey, Eggman, are you gonna introduce me to this Guinness guy? Look at all the cool stuff they've done! Shadow: That's the Guinness Book of World Records, Knuckles. Tails [sits down next to him]: I want to see, I want to see! Sonic: That brings back memories. When Green Hills tried to win by having the most Santa Clauses. They almost won. Tails: When did that happen?? Sonic: I think it was back in 2014. Shadow: But I thought you were alone for ten years? Sonic: Well, I still watched. Robotnik: What a shitty life, really… Come on, say some of your typical jerk-like stuff so I stop feeling sorry for you. Knuckles [approaches the table with the book]: Look at this, Sonic. This guy went up and down the Empire State in ten minutes. Amateur, my little brother could do it in ten seconds! [ruffles his quills] Robotnik [reading]: "Cracks 100 walnuts with his head…" Look, red, that one’s more your type. [cackles] Knuckles: Another amateur. I already did that, and better. I cracked 105 once and only stopped because I mistook number 106 for a rock. Shadow: Wait… you made it to 105??? Knuckles: Yep. Sonic: Knucks, if you had called the Guinness guy, you’d be in this book! Knuckles: Seriously???? Well, I’ll do it again, then, and bring honour to the Wachowski name! Robotnik: Yeah, go ahead, hit your head. It's the genius move it needs…

#incorrect quotes #sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #dr robotnik #ivo robotnik #dr eggman #eggman #sonic wachowski #tails wachowski #knuckles wachowski #knuckles the echidna #tails the fox #miles tails prower #sonic movie shadow #sonic movie universe #scu #wachowski brothers

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hoshiina · 1 day ago

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pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader

summary: hyoga is jealous of moz who keeps trying to talk to you

warnings: hyoga calls you "love"

Hyoga was in a bad mood. While you could always tell when he was— you knew him like the back of your hand— today was different. Anyone could tell Hyoga wasn't having it today, and now that was rare. He wasn't one to wear his emotions on his sleeve like that. Now, one might say he always looks a little pissed, but that wasn't it. Today was different.

It was obvious in the way his eyebrows furrowed a little more, and the way his glares were sharper and colder. It was obvious from the annoyance he radiated while he trained, and the strength in his spars, as if to let out his irritation.

Most importantly, it was painfully obvious how upset he looked when Moz tried to talk to you for what seemed like the 100th time to him this week. You weren't certain if that was the reason for his horrible mood, but you had a vague hunch it might be. Regardless, you didn't particularly want to entertain Moz for too long. You knew well the compliments Moz gave on your work were nothing but a front, and he was only trying to shoot his shot. You had a feeling Moz wasn’t quite aware of your relationship with Hyoga, but that wasn’t important. What was important was you were for Hyoga, and Hyoga alone.

Hyoga was always composed. Collected. He wasn’t one to let his emotions get the best of him, and his actions always followed his best judgement— not what he was feeling. Yet, gosh, did he feel his blood boil every time Moz tried to say some pretty words to you. The pure jealousy he felt in his chest was an emotion unknown to him, and even he would admit that he was much better off not knowing.

“You’re free to reclaim your lover. That’s your right, is it not?”

He was so lost in thought, he hardly noticed Tsukasa walk up to him. Now, that said something about how badly this was affecting him.

“Oh, be quiet,” Hyoga retorted.

Tsukasa chuckled a little. “I didn’t think you were one to feel such jealousy,” he said.

There was nothing for Hyoga to say in return, because he too, did not think he was one to.

But he did. He did, and as upsetting of a feeling it was, he felt almost bashful from it. He believed that if this was not the most unfeigned display of how terribly in love he was with you, he didn’t know what would be. He had never felt such a way ever, and he was somehow certain that no one else would bring out this emotion of his. It was reserved for you, and you alone.

In one swift move, he’d take your hand and pull you close, away from Moz and whatever he was trying to ask you about next. For once he wouldn’t mind the looks of surprise from the few who were around.

“Have you grown tired of me, love?” he asked, looking right at you. He knew this wasn’t true— not for a moment, but he wanted you to reply. The way your eyes widened and you looked so in love from the one pet name he rarely said in public couldn’t help but make him smile. No number of Moz's advances could win you over— just like he was hopelessly yours, you were hopelessly his.

“I was just thinking that I missed you,” you said.

Oh, he couldn’t care less about Moz being there. That earned you a kiss.

BONUS:

“Were you jealous?” you asked him, eyes hopeful.

“No,” he lied.

“Oh,” you replied, slightly disappointed. “Well, I suppose you wouldn’t… I make it painfully obvious that I’ll only love you, don’t I?” You continued to mutter on about how perhaps you shouldn’t… to keep him on his toes a little, but that made him smile a little. You didn't need to change anything, because it wasn't you— it was him. He knows you love him to the moon and back, but it turns out he does too.

“Sorry, I lied,” he said. “I was incredibly jealous.”

#hyoga x reader #akatsuki hyoga x reader #hyoga akatsuki x reader #hyoga #akatsuki hyoga #hyoga akatsuki #dr stone x reader #dcst x reader #NAWT PROOFREAD #sorry i literally pushed aside every single one of my hoshina requests sitting in my inbox/drafts to write for. HYOGA.#i was going for a specific vibe when writing this and then it ended up um exactly how i usually write #had lots of fun writing it though #TYSM FOR READING I HOPE U ENJOYED

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hoonquette · 18 hours ago

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standing still, sunghoon loves you and you love his attention.

PARK SUNGHOON × toxic ! fem ! r 𓈒 ㅤㅤ angst (kind of) situationship 【 842 】 ㅤ ── ㅤ incl. lwk lovebombing from reader unproofread writing.

AMOR.ㅤ love toxic enha but what about toxic reader !! lwk based off of jenny by the click five

you shuffle across your wooden floor, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. you debate for the third time on whether or not you should open the door, before ultimately deciding to pull it open. you almost shut it immediately, a frown forming on your face.

because standing at your door, staring at you with the saddest eyes you've ever seen, is park sunghoon.

for what is probably the fifth time this week. why were you expecting anything different? no sane person would show up to your apartment this early in the day.

sighing, you rub your temple. "sunghoon, it's not even eight yet."

"sorry, i know. um—" he clears his throat, "can we talk?"

"about what?"

you know exactly what he wants to talk about. it's the same thing he's been wanting to talk about for the last two weeks, the same thing you've been avoiding. you mentally prepare yourself for what you know is coming and the argument that's no doubt going to follow.

"i— come on, you know what." he says your name softly, to which you raise an eyebrow and he relents. "i wanna talk about us."

"there's no us, sunghoon."

"you act like there is before you ghost me."

you wince, looking away from him. "i treat you normally, not like my boyfriend."

a total lie because you do act like sunghoon is your boyfriend, who wouldn't? he likes you and treats you well enough. you just aren't ready for another relationship—at least, not the committed one that he wants. maybe in another universe you found him first, and maybe you're in a happy relationship, but that's not what happened in this one.

"because getting pissed at me when a girl asks for my number is normal, right? are making out and sleeping in the same bed normal too now?"

"oh my god, can you let that go? i told you why i got mad." you step outside, shutting the door to your apartment. maybe having this conversation in the very public hallway isn't a good idea, but you'll be damned if you let him inside.

you don't bother refuting his other points because you know he's right, and there's no way you can spin it to fit the just friends narrative you have going on for you.

sunghoon scoffs and runs a hand through his hair, like he wasn't the one who started everything. if he didn't want to get annoyed then he should've stayed home, you think to yourself.

his voice is rough when he speaks, "you make no sense at all. can you just be straight up with me? quit stringing me along."

"you're the one who has all kinds of hope for whatever," you gesture between the two of your bodies, "this is. i never said we were going to date."

"but you did say you loved me."

"i— sunghoon, seriously, of course i love you. we've been friends for, like, ever."

the look he gives you almost makes you want to laugh. not out of amusement, but out of shock. he's never looked at you with that much distaste and hurt in his life, not even after he found out you got back with your ex last year.

"you know that's not how you meant it and i know that for a fact."

you didn't say it platonically, but you also didn't say it romantically. in all honesty, you only said it to make him stay with you.

"what do you want me to say?"

"just let me move on if you really don't love me, okay? i can't keep doing this situationship shit with you."

you hate to hurt him, that you keep pulling him along on a ride that you don't even know is going anywhere meaningful, and a small part of you wants him to move on. however, a twisted and much larger part of you doesn't want him to. you don't want him to find somebody else—the thought of that makes you sick—and you definitely don't want to lose what you have with him, even if he doesn't like it.

stepping forward, you grab his hand, bring in up to cup your cheek and he lets you. you can see his features soften when you place a gentle kiss against the palm of his hand. "look, okay—i'm sorry, hoon. i don't know, i'm not ready for a relationship right now. i'm too busy, you know?"

you're not that busy.

he nods, "yeah, i get it. fuck, it just sucks to be in this situation. i really like you."

you know he does, and it sucks that he chose you as his person, but what can you do about it?

you can tell he's calmed down, that he's over his bad mood by how his shoulders relax and how he smiles at you. it's a smile that's only reserved for you and you take pride in that fact.

"i really like you too." you smile at him, another lie you're using to keep him. "give me some time, okay?"

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edutainer2022 · 24 hours ago

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I'm half way on my commute to Paris for a thing at UNESCO. So I have a lot of time to think. The great story bit by @idontknowreallywhy the other day got me thinking about Scott and his idea of (im)possibility of relationships. The subsequent conversation brought back a revisit of a John, who's VERY protective of big brother's peace of mind and heart. So here John and Dr. Tycho Reeves have a talk. Maybe it's a shovel talk. Maybe any adult relationships, including friendships, are tricky, because there's putting oneself out there, conflicting schedules, set commitments, baggage. I'm rather fond of the idea that rescuees carry a torch for Thunderbird One. But do they know Scott Tracy?

Always a great thanks to @janetm74 for discussions and support.

EPIDIGMATIC

The figure in his lab was tall, towering over an open tab on his work console. Shoulders looked wider across because of the cut of a designer coat. At least Dr. Reeves guessed it was probably designer. Among the wider televised heroics in IR blues it was easy to forget they were all billionaires. The hair color was all wrong though. Flaming red. Tycho Reeves hadn't yet met this Tracy, but certainly harbored respect through academic osmosis.

"Dr. Tracy? Pleasure!"

The handshake was cool, but firm.

"Dr. Reeves, excuse my intrusion. I was in the area."

That could mean any number of things, including being a continent or two over, dropping from orbit, funding something classified there, at CERN, or Tracy Industries attending one business forum or other in New Geneva. Given Tycho Reeves didn't hear Dr. Moffat bumbling excitedly about Dr. Hackenbecker coming over to her lab, it was probably the latter. The visitor's coat also supported the assumption. If it was a formal business meeting, that would mean the CEO of Tracy Industries came too. Scott. Dr. Reeves' heart jumped an extra bit. There was something about the man, a magnetic presence, that made the sincientist want to bounce, speak a mile a minute and share all his achievements. Quite silly, come to think of it. Dr. Reeves wasn't in high school anymore, since he was about twelve - genius and all. But once meeting him, one would want Scott Tracy to look at you and SEE. "There's nothing smarter than hard work!". Tycho's heart gave another enthusiastic patter.

The rustle of expensive wool brought him back to the present. Oh, right! Scott's brother. In his lab. Tycho wondered if he should offer tea. Not that he kept a kettle around quantum sensors.

"Are you here with Tracy Industries?"

He blurted out before any rational consideration took over. The ginger tilted his head, regarding him to whatever end.

"Um... yes. I mean, not exactly. My brother is giving a keynote at the Future of Industries forum. I tagged along for the ride."

So Scott WAS in New Geneva. Dr. Reeves felt an instant pang of sadness as, obviously, the ginger Tracy came over to CERN alone. The lack of extra security measures and no sealed perimeter was a dead give away in the morning. Well, Scott Tracy obviously had many other important commitments. Far more important than a follow up visit with a hapless rescuee.

"Alright then, pass my best to your brother, will you? I still owe him my life. I mean, your brother Scott as I, of course owe my life to your other two brothers too. Pass my best to your brother Scott, that is, since he's the one you will see sooner."

He blurted it all jumbled out before completely embarrassing himself by asking for a guest pass to the Forum opening. The ginger tilted his head the other way, still watching him closely.

"It is easy to see him that way, you know."

That gave Tycho's rambling mind a pause.

"See him what way?"

He could swear the ginger man sighed.

"A hero. It's easy to see him as a hero. A fearless Thunderbird, sweeping in to save the day."

Dr. Reeves felt suddenly very protective of the image he cherished - a fearless Thunderbird, sweeping in to save him and his passengers, unphased in the face of imminent doom, settling his own frantic mind to focus with well-aimed words, staying with them through almost certain death, patient and kind through his flailing, gentle with the child on board. But, of course, there was a whole different side to Scott Tracy - a young CEO of the global business, a billionaire, a public presence in the upper echelons. A very handsome and a very rich young man. A celebrity heartthrob. Tycho Reeves was absorbed by his research and inventions, but he didn't live under a rock.

"Are you going to tell me now appearances are deceptive?"

If the ginger brother was there to tell him Scott Tracy was out of his league (something the MENSA mind did deduce on his own, thank you very much), he migh as well be snarky about it.

Fiery head shook and he could tell Dr. Tracy sighed again. At least both of them were uncomfortable with this conversation.

"Oh, no! I'm going to tell you appearances don't even begin to scratch the surface. Anything amazing you might imagine to be true about him - heroism, selflessness, care, kindness, love - is actually more by orders of magnitude. So much more!"

Good, then. Dr. Tycho Reeves was not wrong. He still wasn't sure as to the reasons for this ad hoc conversation. Scott Tracy was really not a hard sell. Dr. Reeves might be a genius, but he also wasn't blind. Not that it could go anywhere. As if he stood a chance! The pang in his gut was of a less exuberant variety, that time.

Piercing turquoise gaze was trained on him again. Dr. Reeves wasn't squirmish, but there was obviously something on the Tracy's mind he wasn't letting on.

"You were divorced. Why?"

His marriage to Simon, a research partner since grad school, falling through was a matter of public record in the academic community and certainly a hot topic for grapevine gabbing a conference circuit or three. Simon got his funding from the GDF space program and wanted to move to Texas, to settle down there, Tycho was completely absorbed by the hyper-rail project. It was a dull ache of an ever present phantom of loss, but in a way it was inevitable. They went their separate ways and remained amicable and civil at research events, at least. Not that it was any of his uninvited guest's business! Tycho suddenly felt exposed. But the Other Tracy expected an answer, silently. Something depended on that answer. Dr. Reeves was uneasy to put a finger on what.

"I was caught up with the hyper-car. There was hardly room for anything else. Guess, we were in different places and..."

Tycho let his voice trail off. That had to be one of the most surreal contexts he had ever discussed his failed marriage in. With a Thunderbird Five, no less. Dr. Tracy nodded in tune with some unvoiced thought.

"My brother cares with everything he's got, you know. All in, there's no in between. He will be the most generous, giving, present friend you could ever make."

Dr. Reeves figured as much. But it was purely academic, though. Scott Tracy would never befriend a whimsical inventor, genius or not, heady rush of adrenaline after a breakneck rescue or not. Or would he? Why exactly was the ginger brother giving him a shovel talk, if that what it was?

But Dr. Tracy was not done yet.

"You're obviously dedicated to your work, Dr. Reeves. That warrants respect. But you need to understanding something about my brother - although International Rescue is a non-profit and may seem to a layman's eye like a thrilling hobby - my brother has a consuming commitment to various duties that come with the territory. Duties he will never abandon willingly. Trust me, we tried. There WILL be rainchecks on get-togethers and scheduled calls. More often than not. Scott WILL be late to your Nobel Prize award ceremony if there's a landslide in Peru."

Dr. Reeves opened his mouth to speak and came up with nondescript gargling. Turquoise gaze was level with his own.

"My brother would never hold it against you, if you can't put up, because he doesn't believe anyone would sign up for everything that he is, ultimately. But, Dr. Reeves..."

There was seriousness and searching in the younger man's stare. Tycho instantly was anxious to be found lacking.

"Scott deserves someone in his life who would always choose him, no matter what. I will not see my brother hurt."

Before Dr. Reeves, inventor and genius, top 2% of the best and brightest of his generation, could collect words for a coherent utterance, John Tracy was gone from his lab in a whoosh of high end wool.

***

The desk comm unit blinked with an incoming call. Scott squinted at the caller ID - Eos and John were usually screening his private calls. Something must have happened! Hopefully not the hyper-car accelerating to Mach 3, again!

"Dr. Reeves? Tycho? How can I help you?"

Scott sounded worried, but the scientist on the other side of the holocall looked disheveled and slightly wild-eyed, like he hadn't slept all night. There was a palpable thrum of nervous energy through the connection.

"It's alright if you miss my Nobel Prize ceremony! I mean, it would be a bloody loss, but if there's an earthquake, it's alright!"

Scott was decidedly not equipped with enough information to follow the convo.

"Huh? Is there an earthquake? Tycho, are you alright?"

It was unusual that John would have patched the call through directly to him, instead of deploying One.

The miniature holo of the scientist waved him off.

"Perfectly fine, thank you! I don't need a rescue! That is, if I did, I'd be perfectly fine too, because you'd rescue me."

Dr. Reeves was rambling again. Scott tried the course correction.

"Tycho, I have to ask again: are you alright?"

Scott was patient and kind, the way he was with a rescuee. The scientist gave another dismissive flail. Maybe he did need help.

"Pfff, I'm not the problem! Yes! I don't wanna be the problem, I want to be part of the solution. I can build a faster hyper-car, so there's no need to rain check a meeting if you're caught up in a landslide. I don't want to put UP with what you are, I want to make a difference!"

It was hard to follow the rapid fire speeds of the genuis mind on any given day, but Scott felt like he was going through a maze backwards in that particular moment, blindfolded.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Would you like to have coffee sometime? Or tea? Tea for me, definitely, but you can have coffee, of course. Not at the landslide, though!"

Dr. Reeves was loosing track again, but there was a huge smile on the other end of the holocall, flanked with dimples.

"Sure, I'd love a coffee! How about tomorrow, after the Forum opening? I'd rather skip the afternoon mixer - too many people trying to sell me stuff or buy me out."

Unbeknownst to Scott in that moment his schedule for the week shed up to a third of confirmed engagements and his RSVP to the Closing Gala got amended to +one. In the sitting room of their spacious suite John was smiling over his tablet.

#thunderbirds are go #tycho reeves #john tracy #john tracy is a good brother #scott tracy #scott tracy is clueless #my fic #methinks i have astronomy #thunderbirds 2015

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Child of divorce drabble

feat. Rosquez, Pedro & David like brothers

Based on this post, for @motomamithings <3

P14.

David told himself that it wasn't that bad. That it was just testing, that he had started slowly and that it wasn't that big a of a deal. He had to get used to get home, understand it, realize the difference and adapt. There was no room for a time attack.

He tried to convince himself that it wasn't necessary to be in the top 10 right now. He still had time. He could still improve. Tomorrow was a new day and he really didn't had much time on the bike yet.

He really wanted to make his father proud though.

With that thought he let himself fall on his bed, his face burried in the pillows, letting out a groan. "Fuck" he cursed.

P14.

It was still hanging over his head. P14.

He really didn't want to spend too much time thinking about it, worrying what others thought. It wasn't like he cared. He grew up, being watched, having news article about 'how Marc Marquezs son was doing in young career'. He learned to not care. He was sure there were already people checking his testing times wondering how the son of legends didn't even make it in the top 10. 14th from 15 riders.

"Fucking fuck fuck" It just wasn't good enough. He had to improve. He had to be better. He had to make his papa and his dad proud. He knew he could do it. He knew he could make them proud and follow in their footsteps. Maybe not the same number of championships but just not get completely humiliated while trying.

And after all he already had a championship. He was a world champion and they had been so proud of him. He wanted to make him that proud again. And P14 wasn't excatly the way to do so.

"Ey!" he heard a familiar voice. He didn't need to turn around to know that Pedro had entered. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Fuck off" he shot back, not meaning it. "Don't you have motogp stuff to do?" "I do. But some annoying little kid dragged me here for - what was it? - ah. emotional support" "OH please. You basically followed me" he replied with a grin. He was happy that his pseudo brother had went with him to his testing.

"Only cause I knew you need me. So spit it out, fucker. What's wrong?" Pedro leaned on the wardrobe that was standing with a small gap to the bed. He sat on the ground looking at David on eye level. David looked at him. The two boys just stared at each other for a few moments.

"I'm P14" "I know" "That's not good." "And? It's just testing. Who gives a fuck?" "I do! What if I'm stuck in P14 in moto2 forever!" he babbled away, letting every thought in his head outside. "What if Moto3 was my best season? What if I disappoint my papa and-" "Woah woah, did you fall of your bike and lose a couple of your braincells in the gravel? Do I need to get a shovel to get them back?"

"To get my braincells back you'd have to know what braincells look like. That's a problem in your case." Pedro's eyes went wide as he realized that David meant that he had no idea what braincells look like cause he had none. The younger brother just chuckled as he watched the face he pulled.

"You know I'm here to support you. Cheer you up. And that's how I'm treated!" he replied, fake offend in his voice. David laughed at that. He knew they were just biting at each other for the fun of it.

"You know, you sound like uncle Jorge when you're getting all 'oooh poor me'" David commented. "Ah, well he is my dad so - and you're getting all depressed like uncle Vale when you're crying about P14 on your first day of testing. FIRST. TESTING." "I know" he sighed and dramatically flipped over, staring at the ceiling. "But I wanna be better than P14!"

"Aaaaaand there is uncle Marc! Serious stop coping your dad's behaviors. That's weird as fuck." "Well they are my dads so-" "Fuck off" Pedro replied as he rolled his eyes. David just laughed.

"But for real - why are you worried?" "I'm worried I'll disappoint papa" he said with a shrug. He meant it and David knew that. The two basically grew up together. Pedro knew first hand how close the bond between David and Marc was. He knew how much it meant to David to make his papa, who had to sacrifice a lot to raise him - partially alone -, proud.

"Seriously? Have you met your dad?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure you could be a unsuccessful drug dealer and he'd be proud of you" "But I want to give him a reason to be proud of me! I can't let him down" "You're not, fucking hell, David. Come on. You're the baby goat. You got this." "P14, Pedro. P14." "In testing."

"Okay so how can I improve?" he asked looking at Pedro. The older boy just shrugged. "I watched a few of your laps" he replied now more serious. The two had always had their heads together arguing about racing and strategies and forms. That hadn't changed. "I have a few ideas but what did your dads say? He gave you tips too, no?"

"I ehm... I haven't called him yet" "What?! Why? We always call after riding" It was a tradition set in stone, even when it were their parents riding. They always called their kids or at least texted them after they got of the bike. And when the kids got on the bikes they did the same.

"I know. I just... I haven't checked my phone yet. P14 is shit. I want to do better and I didn't really want to know papa's reaction yet"

"His reaction?" Pedro laughed. "What? He probably sent you a funny encouraging picture. So stop whining and call your dad. He's probably chewing his nails off why you haven't reached out yet. You know how they are, always acting like they weren't the same."

David nodded. But he felt guilt that he hadn't even checked his texted. He had never gone in debrief and take a shower without at least sending his papa a thumbs up that he made it safely through everything. It meant no headache. No dizzyness. Nothing to worry about. No invisible problem.

"Remember how dad chewed my head off when I didn't immediately call after I had that bad crash?" Pedro asked, remembering his motogp rookie season. "And uncle Jorge told you off for scaring uncle Dani when he was the one nearly going insane?" "EXCATLY! See! So call your papa, get some comfort and then pull your shit together, we're getting you in the tops quicker then you can say think."

David smiled at him. And when Pedro said it like that, there was no way he was lying, right? It had to be true.

He dialed his papa's number only to be greeted with a clearly realized sign. "David, baby, there you are. Are you okay? The session ended 30mins ago. Did something happen? We're you not feeling alright?" "No, no, I'm fine papa. I'm really okay, don't worry" he quickly said

"But you didn't respond to my texts! I was worried. You never not-" David closed his eyes, prepared to listen to what followed when another voice came through and interrupted his papa.

"Marc, my love" Vale intervened and David couldn't help but smile hearing his dad's voice, soft, as always when he was telling him off. "He's okay. He just didn't thought about texting after a day like that. Come on, let him be. We always had our heads elsewhere."

"But - I was worried" Marc tried to argue. He was looking at his husband with a pleading look. He had to understand. "I know. But he didn't crash and there was no reason to think he wasn't okay." "Yes but... I... He's our baby." he added softly, covering the phone in hope David wouldn't hear. He knew how his son hated when he treated him like that. But he couldn't help himself. David was their child, their baby. And Marc would do anything to protect him.

"He is" The Italian agreed. He was just as worried as Marc was but after seeing the academy kids grow, fall, get up, get hurt, get better, leave one operation room after the other, take pain killers like smarties and smile through the pain, he had learned to appreciate every time he didn't need to worry about his children. Especially David.

"And he's somehow soon turning 19. Don't chew his head of for not immediately texting his parents when he was working. Okay?" Marc huffed, clearly not wanting to agree. He hated not being to be there with David but he knew he had to stay away for some moments. He had to let David figure it out himself. He had to let him have room to breath, no matter how nervous and anxious he got when he wasn't right there on his side.

"Okay." he agreed.

"David?" he asked. "Yeah?" his son said, showing he was still on the line. "I'm glad your okay. You did a very good job today. I'm very proud of you. We are very proud of you." "Yes bambino" Vale chimed in. "You were doing fantastic. And don't worry about P14, it's just testing. Just focus on getting used to the bike"

David smiled, wondering how even when they weren't there, they still seemed. To be able to read his mind. "Yeah. Thank you"

#I hope you like it :)#motogp #marc marquez #valentino rossi #ray's writing #motogp rpf #rosquez #david alonso #pedro acosta #Child of divorce AU

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