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tateypots · 3 months ago

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The Party

18+ MDNI

Pairing: multiple dark characters (see moodboard) x f!reader

Word count: 4.2k

Summary: Offering to help your new stepdad host a party for his family doesn’t turn out the way you expect.

A/N: full disclosure, this is fully unhinged. This is very dark, please heed the warnings before reading. I am not responsible for what you consume on the internet.

I tried to post this last night but tumblr was being an ass and wouldn’t let me so now I’m posting at 5:30am on my phone in the airport so chances are it’s riddled with issues that I’m too tired to check for 😬

Warnings: non-con, drugging, step cest, oral (f!receiving, tit play, anal play, unprotected piv, anal, creampie, talk of previous non-con activity. Let me know if I missed anything.

“Well now ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Joel told you as you skipped down the stairs.

“Really?” you asked, twiddling with the hem of your sundress, your skin warming at his praise.

“Absolutely babygirl, give me a twirl,” he directed, spinning his index finger at you. You bit your bottom lip to try and stifle the huge grin that was threatening to break over your face and complied with his request, spinning on the spot, causing the hem of your dress to flare out, flashing more of your bare thighs to his gaze.

“Hmm, pretty as a picture. You sure you want to waste your Saturday hanging out with us crusty old fellas?”

“Of course, I’m dying to meet the rest of your family.”

“They’re your family now too babygirl.”

“All the more reason for me to get to know them.”

When your mom had found out she had to go away for work the weekend of the party you’d offered to help host. Truthfully you did have a slight ulterior motive for opting to stay in and help your new stepdad throw a birthday bash for one of his many cousins. You’d seen photos of them and knew they were all impossibly handsome, the family resemblance striking. You were hoping one of the younger ones might be single and would help distract you from the devastating crush you had developed on Joel.

You felt like such a sicko lusting after your stepdad. But he was so broad and strong and handsome. And kind and attentive too. When you’d returned to Austin after graduating he’d insisted you move in with him and your mom despite them being newlyweds when he found out all you could afford were shitty apartments on the bad side of town.

“You’re family babygirl, I wouldn’t be able to live myself if somethin’ happened to ya,” he’d told you with a grin.

And three weeks ago when you’d arrived with a car packed full of your belongings he wouldn’t let you lift a finger unloading. He and Tommy had transferred everything from the car to your new room which he had freshly decorated in your favourite colour.

Watching his biceps bulge while lugging boxes had been where it started. The urge to go over and bite them was almost overwhelming. Suddenly you understood your mother rushing off to Vegas with him after only 6 months of dating.

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“Is there anything I can do to help set up?” you asked him, desperate to get away from him for a few minutes before you spontaneously combusted.

“Could start settin’ the table, the boys’ll be here any minute.”

You scurry out into the yard, letting out a deep breath and trying to pull yourself together, purposefully ignoring the dampness in your panties and start laying the table on the deck.

Joel is in the kitchen piling up burgers and steaks for the grill when the door opens and the boys pile in, led by Tommy and all carrying cases of beer, bickering over who was at fault for the Longhorns latest defeat.

He greets them all with a hug and a slap to the back, stealing Frankie’s cap and ruffling his hair, “happy birthday Frankie boy, gettin’ old now.”

“Not as old as you, getting greyer every time I see you,” Frankie retorts, grabbing back his cap and plonking it back on his head.

“That’s not cos he’s old, that’s just what bein’ married does to ya,” Tommy guffaws, setting Joel’s eyes rolling.

“Speaking of which, I hear your beautiful lady won’t be joining us tonight. Such a shame, I hope you have lined up alternative entertainment for this auspicious occasion,” Ezra enquires as he cracks open a beer.

“What do you take me for?! Of course I have, and honestly, I’m spoilin’ you boys tonight,” Joel tells them as he notices you peeking round the door from the kitchen, “ah there she is, come in babygirl, let me introduce you.”

You scuttle over to his side, suddenly flustered by the group of big burly men surrounding you. You’re grateful when Joel wraps a big arm around your waist and pulls you close.

“Fellas, this is my lovely stepdaughter,” he gives them your name before pointing them all out to you, “this here is Dave, Javier, Ezra and the birthday boy Frankie. Tommy you know.”

You shake their hands as they’re introduced, wishing Frankie a happy birthday as well. Tommy pulls you away from Joel’s side into a tight bear hug that sets you giggling, “Tommy!” you squeal as he squeezes you tight.

“That’s Uncle Tommy to you sweetheart!” he retorts, finally releasing you with a laugh of his own.

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You spend the afternoon getting to know them all. Dave you learn is married with two daughters, he is calm and serious, Javier is quiet and aloof and smokes like a chimney. Ezra could talk the hind legs off a donkey and spends hours regaling you with tales of his travels. But Frankie. Frankie is sweet and charming and so adorably handsome you almost want to swoon. Much to your dismay though your growing attraction to Frankie does nothing to dampen your attraction to Joel and more than once during the day you zone out thinking of them bending you over and spit roasting you on their cocks.

The sun is setting when you first start to feel it. You’d decided to stop drinking an hour ago having sunk far more beer than you were used to throughout the day and you were feeling more than a little buzzed. But they’d all cajoled you into one more beer which Joel had handed to you before you could change your mind.

The now empty bottle slips from your hand as your head begins to feel foggy. Surely one extra beer couldn’t have tipped you that far into drunkenness could it? But your arms and legs feel heavy and you’re struggling to coordinate them.

You try to push away from Frankie’s shoulder, where you’ve been resting your head for the last few hours, cuddled into his side. You manage with a struggle to push yourself into sitting upright but you feel off kilter and you can’t tell if it is your body or the ground beneath you that is swaying.

“You ok babygirl?” Joel asks with a smirk.

“Yeah, should’ve stopped before that last beer,” you mumble, fighting to get the words out.

“Ok babygirl I got ya. Fellas why don’t we move this party inside,” Joel suggests as he saunters over and helps you to your feet. You hear the others heading inside as Joel supports you towards the house.

You’re embarrassed for getting so drunk and showing yourself and Joel up. You want to cry with shame. “M’sorry Joel, think I just need to go to bed and sleep it off.”

“Oh baby, you can’t go to sleep just yet, the party’s just getting’ started,” he murmurs in your ear as he guides you into the living room. The rest of them are there, eyes on you. Hungry, dangerous eyes.

Joel brings you to stand in front of him and you lean back against his massive frame to keep yourself upright. His huge hands settle on your belly, the heat of them searing through the thin fabric of your dress.

“Alright fellas time for the main event, let me show you what’s on offer tonight.” His hands run up your body until they’re cupping your breasts, gently squeezing and leaving you breathless. You struggle to keep up with what is happening.

“Joel, what’re yo-“

“Shhhhh babygirl, its ok, just stand there real pretty f’me ok.”

His hands leave your breasts, one settling back on your belly as he pushes you forward slightly. You hear a zipper and feel cool air on the skin of your back, feel his hands pushing the dress off your shoulders, feel the gentle caress of the fabric as it slips down your body. Joel pulls you back into his torso, his hands now rubbing over your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Fuck she’s pretty,” Frankie says with a whistle.

“Ain’t she just,” Joel replies, kissing up your neck. The confusion spills over into upset and tears start to fall from your eyes. You had wanted him. Had wanted Frankie too but not like this.

“Don’t cry babygirl,” he coos in your ear, “we’re just goin’ to have a little fun, you won’t even remember in the morning.” You choked out a sob, far from reassured.

“You sampled her yet Joel?” Dave asked.

“Course I have, she has the sweetest little cunt.”

“As good as her mama’s?”

“Better.”

You wailed and tried to wriggle free of him but your body was slow and uncooperative, his grip on you tightened as he slipped his hand beneath the elastic of your panties, running his fingers over your clit sending a jolt through you.

“Liberate her titties Joel,” Ezra demanded, leaning so far off his chair he was in danger of falling off, licking his lips as Joel undid the clasp of your bra. You futilely brought your hands up to try and keep it in place but it was ripped from your body and thrown to the ground, your hands wrenched down to your sides leaving you on full display for the perverted group you had foolishly hoped to call family.

“Jesus, Mary and all that is fuckin’ holy, I cannot wait to suck on those beauties,” Ezra declared, palming at his crotch and groaning with pleasure.

“Alright boys, lets get this show on the road,” Joel said, turning you and all but dragging you into the hallway and down towards your bedroom. You stumbled and struggled and tried you pull away but Joel’s persistent grip around your midsection kept you upright and moving towards the site of your impending violation.

Once in your room he dropped you unceremoniously onto your bed. He leant over to kiss your forehead, and grope at your breast. “It’ll be easier on you if you’re good babygirl, you might even enjoy it. But if not, some of the boys prefer it with a little bit of fight.” Another sob wracked through you as he moved to pull your panties down and off your body.

Turning to face the group clustered by your bedroom door he walked over to Frankie and shoved your panties into his shirt pocket.

“Frankie gets first go as it’s his birthday,” he said, clapping him on the back. Needing no further prompting and ignoring the groans of the men behind him, Frankie made his way over to you, swivelling his cap round to sit it backwards on his head. He spread your legs and dove face first into your pussy, moaning in delight.

He ate you like you were his last meal, sloppy and desperate. His tongue was everywhere, sampling every nook and cranny of your cunt.

He flicked and licked and suckled your clit until you were moaning and jolting beneath him, his beefy arms wrapped tight around your thighs to keep them spread for him.

“She’s so fucking sweet, Jesus, I’ve never tasted a pussy this good,” he moaned before diving right back in, stuffing his tongue into your hole and fucking you relentlessly with it as his thumb circled your clit. You came with a cry, sobbing through your aftershocks as the others watched with rapt attention.

Frankie didn’t relent, diving right back in and began devouring you again.

“Alright fellas you know the rules, no marking, and no one fucks her ass, everything else is fair game,” Joel instructed. “Ok, lets give Frankie some privacy now.” He herded the others out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind him.

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You came on his tongue twice more before he pulled his cock free of his pants and pushed himself inside of you with a low groan. You were unsure whether it was whatever drug they had slipped you or his preparation that dulled the burn of his massive cock stretching your walls.

“You feel so fucking good baby, perfect fucking pussy,” Frankie crooned in your ear as he thrust himself into you. You couldn’t even look at him, your head turned to the side, tears streaming down your face, and your eyes closed tight. It didn’t seem to bother him. He just kept using you and singing your praises, honeyed venom dripping in your ear. Just a few short hours ago you would have given anything to have this man between your thighs. Now all you felt was despair.

His hips pumped relentlessly into you in a slow, steady pace as he lay atop you fully. That made it so much worse. The intimacy of the position. He took you as a lover, not an assailant, and it made you want to crawl out of your skin.

His thrusts turned sloppy and uneven and with one final brutal thrust he came with a cry, emptying himself deep inside you, rope after rope of hot cum spraying your walls.

He sagged on top of you before pulling out with a groan, pulling his boxers and pants up from his knees and bending over to give you a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room.

You wanted to curl up into a little ball but your body remained frozen and disobliging exactly as he left you, lying with your legs spread wide, the torturous slow drip of his cum from your fucked out hole staining the sheets below you.

You closed your eyes, praying for the oblivion of sleep, Joel’s words echoing in your head, “you won’t even remember in the morning.” The idea left you sickened but you hoped for it all the same. You’d give anything to go back to a few hours ago, when you’d felt safe and secure, when you’d looked into their eyes and seen nothing of the depraved monsters they turned out to be. You supposed memory loss was the closest to a time machine you’d get.

You heard footsteps and felt the bed dip as someone sat beside you. Your eyes remained closed. You had no desire to look at whoever it was that had come in. As much as you’d like to hope that your ordeal would end with Frankie, you knew better. You’d seen the hunger written over all their faces. You knew this night was far from over.

The feeling of something soft and damp between your thighs had you whimpering.

“There, there cariño, let’s get you all cleaned up.” Javier. “Frankie gave you a big load huh? That boy always cums so much, spurts like a fucking geyser.” This was the most he’d spoken to you all day.

You sobbed again, fresh tears gathering at your waterline as you felt his fingers exploring you, spreading you wide for his greedy eyes.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he mused as he stroked you. “Thought your mama’s was the prettiest I’d ever seen but it’s no competition baby.”

You felt nauseous at the comparison. Had they done this to her too? Drugged her and used her or had she gone to them willingly? Had she known what she was leaving you to with her absence?

You tried unsuccessfully to pull your body away from him. Tried to raise your arms to push him away but he batted them away as if they were made of straw.

He manhandled you onto your front with ease, grabbing a pillow to stuff under your hips and pulling down his pants, moving with urgency now, “got to get inside you baby, your little pussy is calling for me.”

He stuffed himself inside you in one brutal thrust and a deep groan, immediately setting a brutal pace, hands tight at your hips to hold you steady.

“Fuck yes, take it baby, take it all, just like that.”

And you did. You had no choice. You lay there and let him pound you into the mattress, wishing you could block out the sounds of his pleasure.

He reached forward and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you up and forcing a deep arch into your back, his other hand reaching round to grab at your tit, pinching and rolling your nipple until you were moaning beneath him.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock, make a mess all over it.”

You had no energy to fight against it. Your orgasm washed over you as you clenched around him. You felt him pulse and twitch as he unloaded inside of you.

He released your hair, letting you slump back onto the bed. He ran his hands down your back to give your ass a squeeze as he dismounted.

You heard the shuffling of fabric and the sound of a zipper as he stuffed himself back in his pants. He leant over to press a kiss into your hairline.

“Good girl baby, took it so good for me. Hope Joel lets us have another turn with you someday, that’s not a one time pussy you got there.”

Leaving you with the sickening thought of enduring this again he departs, leaving you once again spread on your bed unable to move, soaking your pillows at both ends.

And so one by one they used you. Tommy jackhammering into you, whispering praises about what a good little niece you were. Ezra worshipping your “glorious titties,” pinching and licking and sucking until your nipples were swollen and raw before shoving his cock between them and squeezing them tight around his thick girth, fucking them til he exploded, painting them in thick, creamy white. He ate your ass until he was hard again and then dove into your pussy like he owned it, the loud squelching of his cock pummelling through other loads of cum you’d already taken making you feel nauseous once more.

Dave came next. By this point the drugs were starting to wear off, your movement freer, your head clearer. You punched and hit at him, managing to scramble off the bed and away from him. But even at full capacity you’d be no match for Dave. For any of them. He let you stumble out of the room and lurch your way down the hall, following you at a leisurely pace, pulling his hard cock out as he went, enjoying the game.

Just as you reached the front door he pounced on you, wrestling you to the floor and forcing your legs apart before taking you right there on the floor of the hallway as you fought and screamed and cried. He came with a roar, the now familiar heat pulsing in your thoroughly used pussy.

He pulled out and you felt a gush, semen spilling out of you onto the hardwood floor. He walked away from you without even bothering to push his softening cock back into his pants.

You finally curled up into a little ball, as your body had been craving to do since this nightmare began. But you weren’t left in peace for long.

“C’mon babygirl, lets get you back into bed.” Joel hauled you back to your feet and once again dragged you back to your bedroom. You sniffled and whimpered, out of energy, out of resistance.

When he left you on your bed you hoped and prayed that was the end of it. But he returned a minute later with a glass of water and you curled yourself up into a ball once more as he sat on the bed next to you.

“You’ve done real well sweetheart, been such a good girl for us. It’s nearly done babygirl, you’ll be able to rest soon,” he promised, his big hand settled over your hip and his thumb stoking your skin in what you assumed he intended to be a soothing way.

“Please leave me alone,” you bawled, “I can’t take anymore.”

“Shhh babygirl it’s ok. Here, drink this, it’ll make it all better.” He shuffled up the bed closer to your head but you pushed yourself away from him, rolling to the other side of the bed.

“I’m not going to drink that, I’m never touching anything you give me ever again you sick bastard!”

“Watch your mouth babygirl, you don’t talk to me like that. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way but you are gona drink this down one way or the other. If I have to call in the others to hold you down you might not like what happens. Those boys are itchin’ for another round with you and if you’re gona be a brat I might be inclined to let them have at it.”

You wailed, “no, please no more. Please!”

“Then drink it down like a good girl, c’mon sit up.”

Closing your eyes and crying your heart out you hesitantly complied with his instructions.

“There we go, that’s it. This’ll make it all better I promise, you’ll fall right to sleep once it kicks in and you’ll wake up and it’ll be like this never even happened, don’ that sound nice?”

And begrudgingly you had to admit, it did. You hated yourself for your weakness but the thought of being burdened with the memory of this night was devastating. You wanted, no needed the oblivion of ignorance. So you took the glass from Joel and downed it in one go.

“There we go, that wasn’ so hard was it?”

You shook your head, the motion already leaving you feeling woozy. You slumped back on the bed and let the tendrils of fog slowly start to take over your brain. You felt Joel part your legs but made no move to stop him. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the feeling of weightlessness that was settling over your body.

“Oh baby, your poor pussy, she’s all used up huh?” he asked, running his fingers through your defiled slit. You assumed it was rhetorical and didn’t bother responding. “Don’ worry baby, she’s done for the night, once you’re asleep I’ll get her all cleaned up and she’ll be good as new by the time you wake up.”

Before the relief could fully consume you at his words you felt his fingers dip lower, spreading the wetness down around your other hole. You tried to tell him no, to leave you alone but all that slipped from your mouth was a loud moan as he applied more pressure to your puckered asshole and slipped a finger in to the first knuckle. He slowly began pumping it, sinking further and further into you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. I thought I was never gona experience anything better than your tight little pussy but think I’m gona have to start fuckin’ this ass every night from now on.”

The words floated through your hazy brain but with nothing to latch onto they flitted away like feathers in the wind.

You felt his finger retreat. Felt him spread your legs even further apart. Felt the insistent pressure of his large cock finally sinking into your previously unclaimed hole, his moan loud enough to wake the dead.

“Jesus babygirl, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

He pushed your thighs up towards your chest as he slowly sawed in and out of your tight channel. You were aware of the movement but felt nothing more, your brain fully detaching from the physical world as the drug took over your body.

He sped up as he looked down at you, so fucking beautiful all spread open for him, tits jiggling with every thrust. His movements got faster and harder, sinking into previously unreached depths of your body.

“That’s it, takin’ it so good for me. This hole’s mine babygirl, those boys ain’t ever gonna get it. Fuck, so good,” he moaned, feeling as close to heaven as he was ever likely to get.

He railed into you, chasing the orgasm he’d been staving off all night listening to his family fuck you. He dropped his thumb over your clit and went to town, your body responding on autopilot to the sensations he was forcing on you.

He watched your battered pussy clench around nothing as you came, pushing out globs of cum and it sent him hurtling over the edge. He pushed himself as deep as he could go and filled you with a growl, safe in the knowledge that his deposit was pure. All him, not the mixed up medley currently leaking out of your cunt. How he wished he could plug you up to keep it all inside. But he couldn’t risk giving the game away.

After all, he was fairly certain he was close to having you give yourself over to him willingly. He didn’t want to jeopardise that. And until then, Javier had refilled his drug stash to tide him over. Because willingly or not, you were made to be his perfect little fuck toy.

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Tagging some people who showed interest in the WIP, let me know if you want to be removed. @magpiepills @itwasntimethatdidit40 @baronessvonglitter @strang3lov3 @romanarose @joelmillerisapunk @jennaispunk @pinkypromisepascal @sunshinehaze1

#tw noncon #tw drugging #dark!joel miller #dark!tommy miller #dark!javier peña #dark!frankie morales #dark!dave york #dark!ezra prospect

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drvscarlett · 1 year ago

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Let him cook

Charles Leclerc x Masterchef contestant!reader

Series Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

A/N: Got this idea because the masterchef trophy is similar to the Australian GP trophy. This is going to be a series

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User1 aint no way you cooked this

User2 nice try Charles but we all saw that pasta video

CarlosSainz55 mate drop the # of the private chef you hired, these look delicious

Charles_Leclerc I told you that I made this myself CarlosSainz55 Lies!!!!

PierreGasly since when did you learn how to make coq au vin???

Charles_Leclerc not you too PierreGasly you should invite me sometimes so I can judge your cooking

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YNCooks last date night before i enter masterchef australia. credits to the boyfriend for the lovely photos

Friend1 Y/N i know this is your dream for a while now. I hope you win. We will cheer for you our next masterchef australia!

YNCooks awww stop! ur making me cry

User1 OMG she is finally competing, goodluck Y/N!

User2 Y/N always talk about how its her dream to enter masterchef, I'm gonna watch it everyday and hope she wins it!

User3 Goodluck Y/N! I hope you become the next masterchef australia!!!

Mystery Box challenge episode

There was a building reputation in the kitchen that you are one of the strong homecooks of the season. After winning the past 2 mystery challenges, you were extremely determined to do well and seek for a third streak. The mystery box today was all about italian cooking, a cuisine that you have been comfortable due to the close ties of your boyfriend being signed to an Italian team.

"And what do we have here with you today Miss Y/N" Matt Preston asked as he approached the work table together with George Colambris "You seem rather comfortable and in your own zone. Its like an ordinary Tuesday date night"

You gave a small chuckle with that mention "That's actually pretty on point of you to say as Tuesday is my date night with the boyfriend"

"Ah so maybe that's why you are so inspired because you are in love"George teased.

"Well I have to admit that there is a little pressure to do well in this challenge or my boyfriend's family will get mad at me"you quipped back a reply.

The judges suddenly leaned a little interested to learn more about your personal life, "So your boyfriend is italian?"

"He is not but he might as well be. He spends a lot of time there"

"It must be hard to not see him a lot since you are here competing" Matt says

"It's a price we are willing to pay. He has been supportive of my dream as I am with him" you gave an encouraging smile as you continue to chop the sweet potatoes.

"We hope to meet that boyfriend of yours because he is one lucky man because that dish looks delicious!" George says before they left the station.

Somewhere in Bahrain, Charles Leclerc is grinning upon watching the replay of the episode. He was beyond proud of what you have achieved as a contestant in MasterChef. He wished that he could do more to express his support towards you but you have an agreement with him to keep things lowkey for the meantime. It was a reasonable decision as he didn't want to overshadow your career but it was nice to know that you two are a private thing but never a secret.

He was so engrossed to repeating the boyfriend clip that he didn't notice that Carlos snuck up beside him.

"What are you watching there?" Carlos asked his teammate

"Oh its nothing" Charles says as he immediately exited the Youtube app "I didn't notice you there, you scared me"

"If you weren't too into your phone then you would have noticed me calling you" Carlos explained "What are you watching on your phone that got you smiling like that?"

"Nothing, I just saw an ad"

"Hmm sure an ad" Carlos was pretty sure that Charles was watching MasterChef but he couldn't care anymore to ask which country because there was too many so he decided to just let it go "Cmon Fred is asking for us, were late for a meeting"

"Carlos! Why didn't you start with that?"

Cake challenge

You were exhausted because you spent the early hours of the morning watching the Jeddah GP. It was a thrilling race to see Charles bag his first podium of the season so you can say that its worth it. Besides, you were able to talk to him after the race so it sweetens the deal even more.

Filming begun for MasterChef and the judges brought out balloons for the mystery box challenge.

"Your challenge today is to make the most imaginative and creative birthday cake that you ever had" Gary explained "The pantry is filled with all the cake flavors you can ever imagine so be creative and show us what you've got"

Baking has never been your strongest suit. It was all about precision and measurements as small increments can make a huge difference. Today, you were determined to do well and you wanted to use the podium finish of Charles for the cake.

It was a struggle to bake the cake, cool it, and pipe it in under 60 minutes. You felt the pressure getting under your nerves as your hands started shaking when you were piping the cake details with 10 minutes left. There was a sigh of relief when you finished just 5 seconds away from the judges calling the time.

There were plenty of beautiful cakes in the room so it was a shocker for you that the judges called you in front to present your cake.

"Judges what I have for you today is a three layer cake with the raspberry,almond, and pistachio with chocolate to seperate the layers and a lemon buttercream frosting."

"You told us you can't bake, that seems like a lie" George says as he cuts through the cake "Look at that layers"

"The layers are actually inspired by the italian flag, its an homage to the boyfriend. Its actually a cake that I made thinking about him" you explained.

"That is simply gorgeous. The cake is very moist and the balance with the flavors is that its not too sweet or nothing overpowering. Your boyfriend is a lucky lucky lucky man to be baked a cake like this" George complimented.

"Does your boyfriend cook?"Matt asked as he took a bite

"Oh God no. I have to cook or else the kitchen will be on fire"you laughed "But I can't drive so maybe that's his payback"

"You seem to show the beautiful dynamics of your relationship when you cook something inspired by him. I wish you two the best" Matt's genuine comment was a heartwarming moment.

Its unfortunate that you didn't win this challenge but you were able to showcase your support for your boyfriend.

Melbourne GP meets MasterChef

This was another challenge as you were elected as a team captain for the second team challenge. You were extremely nervous when you were transported with your team mates from the blue kitchen to an unknown location. It was even more nerve-wracking after you've realized where you are.

"Welcome to the Albert Park where the Australian Grand Prix is underway for this weekend" Matt introduced "Your challenge is to prepare two dishes: a pasta and a fish dish to be served to the talented drivers in Formula 2"

There was a little sigh of relief as you were dealing with the Formula 2 drivers. It was a lot of weight on the shoulder if you will be serving food to your boyfriend.

"The practice sessions will be starting in a few minutes. You have 90 minutes to prepare your dish and an hour to serve them"

All you know was that you started organizing the team to put them in charge of the dishes that you will be making today. You cross your fingers that the color red brings luck to your team today.

Meanwhile, the paddock was buzzing with cameras and Charles immediately noticed that there were some new film crews around the Formula 2 drivers. His eyes did a double take after he recognized the face of three familiar judges he often sees on MasterChef Australia.

"What's going on? Isn't that MasterChef Australia judges?" Charles quizzed

"That's MasterChef Australia, they have this team challenges and they will be feeding the Formula 2 drivers" Silvia answered as she was informed earlier that morning about the extra exposure in the paddock today.

"Why Formula 2? Why not us?" Charles whined

"If you want then you could go ask Ollie for food" Silvia suggested

That sets a lightbulb moment for Charles as he excused himself to talk to the young driver. He will not miss the opportunity to taste the cooking of his secret girlfriend and support her in doing her craft.

It puzzled Ollie Bearman to see that Charles has been looking for him once the practice session was over. He was even more confused by his request.

"So you want me to get you food?" Ollie asked "Doesn't Ferrari have a catering?"

"Its not just food, its the MasterChef Australia food" Charles explained without giving out too much information "I just love the show okay?"

"You can come along, I'm sure they don't mind" Even better.

So here is why you were genuinely surprised to see that Charles Leclerc is walking inside the MasterChef tent with a red and blue plate in his hand. He was grinning wildly as if he was a kid on a sugar rush.

"Ohmygod we are serving food to Charles Leclerc!" one of your teammates whispered.

"Hi goodafternoon! What's the dish for today?" he asked politely.

"Well we have a pan fried cod with a pea puree and then some green grapes some fennel over there and then for the pasta lemon ricotta and beet tortellini" you answered as the team captain "We hope that its up your liking"

Charles gave you that smile that seems to light up the whole room, "I look forward to it, thanks!"

Its moments like this that you wish that you could reach out for him but you understand that its not yet the time. Its nice to see the support that you have for each other even though its all in private and away from the eyes of the media.

"Goodluck on your race Charles!"

There was a smile on both of your faces as you both continued to go chase your dreams.

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Part 6: To Trying Again

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15

I don't wanna mess this thing up (I don't wanna push too far)

(In which an "evil" writer might surprise you guys just a little bit with this part)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Fluff and Angst

Words: 5.6K

TW: Swearing (I think that's it?)

A/N: Happy Monday lovelies! This is sort of a filler-ish short chapter though I do think it's important to both plot and character development. I'd like to preface this by saying I've never been to Minsk or Park Pieramohi so I'm very much going off of pictures. Editing and I remain on very, very bad terms so pretty please let me know of typos so I can fix them. As always, let me know what you liked, what you disliked and what you'd like to see going forward. Have a lovely rest of your week my loves <3

July 2018

“You’re being too loud,” Azzi whisper-screams at the blonde girl in front of her as she closes the door to her room behind her with a little too much force.

Paige turns her head back every-so-slightly with a pronounced eye roll, “will you please relax.”

“I would if you’d just be a little more careful,” Azzi glares, taking cautious steps as if the sound of her sneakers across the carpeted floor could potentially wake up any of the coaches.

“Azzi,” Paige says exasperatedly, “the coaches are all the way on the other end of the hallway. Besides, they're probably all sleeping.”

And despite her stubbornness, Azzi can concede that Paige has a point there. It’s nearly midnight and the game against Spain earlier in the day might have had a final score that made it seem like the USA U17 women's basketball team had won handily, but the game itself had been draining to say the least. The post-victory dinner had featured a bunch of worn out teenagers gobbling their food without much conversation and a cohort of coaches who seemed like they needed an hour of drinking followed by good night’s sleep. But even the exhaustion of the day hadn’t been enough to prevent Paige Bueckers and her diabolical mind from coming up with the idea to sneak out into the city of Minsk.

“No,” Azzi had said immediately even before the words had been spoken, that shimmering glint in Paige’s eyes a dead giveaway as she sidled up to Azzi at the salad bar.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” Paige had pouted.

“You never say anything good.”

“That’s crazy. You’re so mean to me.”

“So mean,” Azzi had nodded in agreement, “so how about you go and bother someone else.”

“Azzi please. We haven’t had just Paige and Azzi time in ages. Don’t want someone else. Just want you.”

And after that well, there wasn’t really any chance of saying no. Azzi’s only fifteen and she doesn’t know that much about love, but sometimes when Paige looks at her with those earnest blue eyes and a smile that promises i’ll always be here, she thinks the way her heart starts to flutter erratically to a beat of and i wouldn’t want anyone else to stay, might just be the start of her finding out.

“See,” Paige grins triumphantly as the two girls find their way out of their hotel and onto the street, “told you we wouldn’t get caught. Shit’s just too damn easy.”

Azzi rolls her eyes at the attitude, “don’t tempt fate.”

“Fate’s got nothing in front of Paige Bueckers. I make my own fate,” Paige winks as she links her arms through Azzi.

It’s a mundane amount of contact, absolutely nothing special to it, but Azzi feels herself shiver in spite of the humidity that’s circling around them. She doesn’t quite know how it happened. One moment she was staring across the court, judging the skinny blonde practicing free throws and coming to the conclusion that she’d be no threat; the next moment said girl was next to her on the plane back from Argentina and Azzi, a self-admitted introvert, found herself rattling off about everything and nothing with this girl who seemed to have discovered the keys to all of Azzi’s locks. Hours of talking had bled into days and days had bled into months and despite the fact that facetime had taken the place of in-person conversations, the word friendship had seemed too cavalier a word to describe the relationship Paige and Azzi were building.

Paige had whittled away all of Azzi’s carefully constructed armor until she was buried deep underneath her skin and Azzi’s sure there’s no knife in the world sharp enough to carve the blonde out from where she lives underneath Azzi’s ribcage. Azzi doesn’t want anyone to try and dig her out. She thinks she might bleed out if they do.

“Az,” Paige whines, waving her free hand in the younger girl’s face, “are you even paying attention to me?”

“That depends,” Azzi hums, “are you saying anything interesting?”

“I’m always saying something interesting.”

“You’re always saying something. The interesting is subjective,” Azzi teases, laughing when Paige pouts.

“I sneak you out to give you an adventure and this is how you repay me? With insults?” Paige puts a dramatic hand to her heart.

“Walking boring streets is not an adventure. Virginia has streets too.”

“It’s not about the streets, it’s about where the streets lead to,” Paige says with grave seriousness.

Azzi raises an eyebrow, “are you entering your philosopher Paige era?”

“I’d make a good philosopher,” Paige waggles her own eyebrows as they two girls find themselves entering park Pieramohi.

“Virginia has parks too, you know Paige?” Azzi says skeptically.

Paige lets out a dramatic sigh, “will you just keep walking, woman. Sometimes I wonder if you even like me?”

It’s said like a joke but there’s a hint of insecurity beaded into it that buzzes in Azzi’s ears as she wraps a careful hand around Paige’s wrist, stopping the two of them where they are.

“Hey,” she whispers softly, nudging the older girl, “you don’t ever have to wonder with me. I’m always gonna like you Paige. Even if you’re a pain in my ass half the time.”

“Had to ruin it with the last part, didn't you?” Paige complains but her eyes twinkle at the reassurance, “Just so you know I’m gonna be a pain in your ass forever.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” Azzi promises as they continue strolling through the park.

The silence is peaceful and the breeze that flows around them is like a comforting hug. And Azzi thinks that she’d be okay if there wasn’t a destination for them to get to, as long as the journey came with Paige by her side.

“We’re almost there,” Paige says slowly, a slightly nervous edge to her voice.

“You sure you’re not just getting us lost-” the teasing quip dies on Azzi’s tongue as she stares at the scenery in front of her. They’re standing on the edge of a bridge overlooking a lake and it looks like something out of a disney fairytale; the picturesque image of green trees silhouetted against a magically starry night is captured perfectly on the still surface of the water that’s flowing beneath. As Azzi peers across the railing, Paige right next to her, she feels her breath hitch at the reflection that peers up at her. Because the view in front of them is beautiful but Paige’s eyes are on Azzi and she’s staring at her as if the view is nothing in comparison.

“C’mon,” the blonde says softly, lacing her fingers through Azzi’s as she tugs her along, “I have a plan.”

“There’s more?” Azzi asks in awe as Paige guides her to the gazebo in the middle of the bridge.

“Just a little bit,” Paige says and oh- that shy smile is different. Azzi doesn’t think she’s seen that one yet and she makes a mental note to herself, to memorize it and store it along with all of Paige’s other smiles that make Azzi’s insides swoop like a rollercoaster.

She watches intently as Paige begins to peruse through the purple rucksack she’d been carrying. The first thing out of it is a picnic blanket and then a horde of different snacks, all of Azzi’s favorites. Two plastic champagne glasses are next and then a sheepish grin as Paige pulls out a bottle of soda.

“Couldn’t quite risk trying to get alcohol,” Paige scratches at her neck.

“Next time maybe,” Azzi shrugs as she helps Paige set up the arrangement and she feels herself fluttering at the thought of doing this again and again and again.

“How’d you even find this place?” she asks as Paige begins to pour out the soda.

“You ever heard of googling?”

Azzi rolls her eyes at Paige’s teasing smirk, “how’d you even have time to do this?”

Paige is quiet for a second as she passes Azzi her glass, “wanted to do something special for us,” she says quietly, keeping her eyes intently on what she’s doing as she pours out a drink for herself, “wasn’t hard to find time for you.”

“You could be a poet, Paige Bueckers,” Azzi whispers and she knows it’s unfair of her but she thinks it anyway. As long as all your poems are about me.

“The poets are lucky I chose a ball instead of a pen. They’d be out of a job otherwise,” Paige says, trying to ease back into the more familiar arrogance.

“Always so humble,” Azzi says, rolling her eyes as she holds up her glass, “alright what are toasting to?”

“I came up with this whole thing. You can come up with a toast,” Paige scrunches her nose and Azzi shakes her head at it.

She thinks for a second before smiling brightly at the girl in front of her, “let’s just keep it simple and toast to us.”

“How original,” Paige teases but she clinks her glass against Azzi’s anyways, “here’s to us.”

“Here’s to us,” Azzi repeats as they both take sips of soda.

They melt into a comfortable silence, relishing in this rare moment where there isn’t a screen separating them from each other. Facetimes is a wonderful creation but a blurry screen, Azzi decides, doesn’t nearly do justice to just how damn pretty Paige is. Her hair is golden as it basks in the glow of the moon and Azzi wonders if the stars are jealous of how brilliantly the blonde’s blue eyes twinkle.

It’s Paige who speaks first, her voice hesitant, “you uh- you never asked me how my date went a couple of weeks ago.”

Azzi feels her whole body go rigid. She’d almost forgotten about Paige’s wretched date. The blonde had told her about it a couple of days before the actual event and Azzi had played the dutiful role of a best friend, teasing Paige with a light-heartedness she didn’t feel and congratulating her with an excitement that came from anywhere but from the heart. She’d purposely avoided Paige’s calls the day of the date and then two days after, coming up with some sorry excuse she no longer remembers. On the third day, when the hollow ache of i miss her voice in her chest had become too hard to ignore, Azzi had finally picked up the phone and diverted the conversation straight to a different topic. She hadn’t thought of the date since.

“Guess it slipped my mind,” she says airily, fingers gripping the edge of the picnic blanket.

“I could tell you about it now,” Paige says slowly.

I’d rather you didn’t, Azzi thinks but that’s a thought that veers a little too out of the sphere of best-friend-isms and so she simply nods her head, “y-yeah tell me about it. How was it?”

“It was nice,” Paige begins and there’s something hidden in her tone that Azzi can't quite place but she’s a little too busy sulking at the idea of Paige with anybody else to try and decipher it, “dinner was good. Took her to a movie after. That was good too.”

“That’s cool P. I’m glad- I’m glad you had fun,” Azzi says nonchalantly, gripping the glass in her hands just a little too tight.

“I didn’t.”

“What?”

“I didn’t really have that much fun,” Paige clarifies and Azzi gawks at her in confusion as the older girl fidgets with the frayed edges of the picnic blankets, “just didn’t- didn’t feel right. Don’t think she had much fun either. She never texted me after.”

“What a bitch,” Azzi bites out, suddenly irrationally angry at a girl she’d never met because how could anyone possibly not have fun with Paige, “I’m sorry P. You deserve-”

“I didn’t care that she didn’t text back-”

“Still. It’s just the decent thing to do,” Azzi rants.

“Maybe,” Paige shrugs, “but I didn’t have time to care about that. I had other things on my mind. Like the fact that you weren’t talking to me.”

Azzi flinches at the accusation, rushing out her previous defense, “I was busy.”

“Bullshit,” Paige sneers.

“Paige-”

“But I get it,” the older girl says softly as she reaches for Azzi’s hand, tugging the brunette closer to her and Azzi feels something inside her erupt at how close their faces are, “I probably wouldn’t have talked to you for two days either if you went on a date with someone else.”

“Oh,” Azzi breathes out and there’s probably something more eloquent she should say but there’s this realization of maybe you feel it too that’s beginning to creep up her spine, rendering her speechless as Paige continues to stare at her like she’s mapping out all the tiniest details of Azzi’s face.

“The whole date, I kept thinking how you wouldn’t order what she ordered off the menu or that you would probably hit my hand if I tried to steal something off your plate but then give it to me anyway. And that the movie would never have been so quiet with you and we’d probably get yelled at for giggling too much and I-” Paige pauses, dragging in a deep breath, “I definitely would’ve kissed you at the end.”

A sigh of relief escapes Azzi’s lips, “you didn’t kiss her.”

“No,” Paige confirms as she drops her forehead against Azzi’s, “but I-,” the blonde gulps nervously and Azzi can’t help the way her hand reaches up to caress the blush forming on Paige’s cheeks.

“Ask me,” she whispers.

“I really want to kiss you,” Paige confesses, voice shaking slightly, “can I kiss you?”

Azzi doesn’t say anything, choosing to reply instead by pressing her lips softly against Paige’s. They move slowly at first, testing each other’s boundaries and savoring their first taste of each other. Azzi pulls the older girl onto her lap, hands firmly on Paige’s hips as the other girl clasps her own hands around Azzi’s neck. It’s a little messy and uncoordinated and Azzi thinks they might need to practice a little more to really get it right but still, it’s everything.

And Azzi just knows

She knows it then just the way she knew Tim was meant to be her dad. The way she knew Jon and José were meant to be her brothers. The way she knew she was meant to play basketball. Azzi knows that she’s meant to fall hopelessly in love with Paige Bueckers.

March 2033

There are three things Azzi should do.

Push Paige away

Tell her this a bad idea

Run the fuck away

She does none of the above.

Instead Azzi kisses Paige back.

And it’s still everything. Like the sun and moon are colliding and creating something so insanely powerful; something that feels so eternal.

There’s nothing soft or slow about it as Paige presses every inch of herself into Azzi until she can feel Paige’s heartbeat as strongly as she can feel her own. It might be impossible but she swears their hearts are talking to each other, tapping out rhythms against each other’s chests that confess all the things their owners are too scared to say. And Azzi wants nothing more than to lose herself completely in the moment because Paige’s lips feel like a drug and Azzi thinks she might just be an addict in relapse.

Except to relapse, you need to have recovered. And Azzi doesn’t think she ever fully recovered from Paige.

It isn’t until she feels her back hit the edge of a desk and the sound of something crashing onto the floor infiltrates her ears, that Azzi finally comes to her senses. She tears her lips away from Paige as the older woman groans in protest, arms tightening their hold on Azzi’s waist so she can still have some semblance of control over the situation. And really Azzi knows she’s strong enough to escape Paige’s grip, could easily fight it if she wanted to. But well, she doesn’t want to. And Azzi’s tired of doing things she doesn’t want to do.

“Paige-”

“If the next words out of your mouth are ‘we can’t do this’, Azzi I swear to god I’m going to kill you,” Paige threatens, pressing her forehead against Azzi’s.

Azzi laughs softly and she can feel Paige’s whole body relax at the sound of it and like clockwork, she feels the tension beginning to release from her own muscles, “if you kill me then we definitely can’t do this.”

“I’ll revive you after or something,” Paige says with a half-smirk.

“Or something,” Azzi rolls her eyes, “but we can’t-”

“Azzi,” Paige groans.

“We can’t do this right now and definitely not here,” Azzi amends, alluding to the fact that they’re still in Steph’s office.

Paige raises an eyebrow, cocking her head slightly, “but we can do this later? Somewhere else?”

The question lingers between them as Azzi bites her lip. She knows what this is, knows that it’s Paige putting the ball in her court. A ‘no’ would likely be the end of things and that scares her more than she’s willing to admit but she’s not quite ready to commit to a ‘yes’ yet, even if that flame of desire inside of her, the one that can only be lit by Paige, is blazing hot through her veins.

“I don’t know,” Azzi says carefully, shivering at the way Paige’s thumb is rubbing circles against her waist, the flimsy material of her shirt doing nothing to prevent the goosebumps forming on her skin, “TBD.”

“That’s not a no,” Paige says carefully, hope blossoming freely on her face.

“That’s not a yes either,” Azzi warns half-heartedly.

“But it’s not a no,” Paige presses.

“No,” Azzi admits, playing with the neckline of Paige’s shirt, “it’s not a no.”

And Azzi’s so scared of the future, scared that if she lets herself burn, she’ll incinerate everyone around her but there’s something in the way Paige smiles at her words. Something that feels a lot like a promise of i’ll be the rain that washes out the fire before you can turn us to ashes.

“I can work with that,” Paige says softly, tilting Azzi’s chin up.

“So desperate to get back into my pants Bueckers,” Azzi teases and she expects a witty remark in return but instead she’s met with nothing but sincerity.

“So desperate to get back into your life,” Paige whispers, voice cracking on the last two words.

Tears prickle against Azzi’s waterline as she stares in awe at the girl in front of her. Sometimes she thinks Paige doesn’t even know that there’s a halo of goodness sitting above her head, doesn't even know just how beautiful her soul is. Paige is stunning on the outside; it’s something no one can deny. But it’s nothing compared to how gorgeous she is on the inside, nothing compared to how kind, how humble, how forgiving Paige is.

“Why?” Azzi asks, her tone rife with heaviness.

“Why what?”

“After everything, after all this time, why would you still want to be in my life?” the tears fall harder as Azzi struggles to breathe, “I- I broke your heart. I broke us. How could you possibly want that again. How could you possibly want me again?”

Paige's eyes soften as she cups Azzi’s cheeks, thumbs brushing away at the drops of water running down them, “because you’re Azzi. My Azzi. And I get it- I get that you’re not ready to be all in on this with me yet and if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not completely ready either. But we can work on it right? Take it slow and see where it goes and maybe we’ll- maybe we’ll be even better this time.”

“You think so?”

“I believe so.”

Azzi presses her lips delicately against Paige’s, reveling in the way it makes Paige’s breath hitch. She pulls away faster than she would like herself and Paige chases her lips, eyes still closed.

“What was that for,” the blonde asks, slightly dazed.

“For being my Paige.”

***

Azzi taps her foot impatiently against her wooden patio as she glances at her phone clock for the umpteenth time. Paige is almost twenty minutes late to pick her and Stephie up to go to dinner at her parent’s house. The invites had technically been separate but Paige had insisted that they needed to go together because Paige didn’t want to walk into the house alone. Azzi’s not sure why Paige is nervous to see her dad and brothers again, not when she’s pretty sure they’re bursting with excitement to see the blonde whose pictures still have a permanent place on the family photo wall, but if Paige wants Azzi by her side, well she’s not going to say no. Not anymore.

It’s been a week since they’d agreed to take things slow and Azzi’s still not quite sure what exactly that means, but she thinks she likes it. She likes being able to call Paige and not having to come up with a lame excuse for why. She likes that she and Paige can take Stephie out for ice cream after Curry Camp and they don’t have to pretend they’re only tolerating each other’s presence for the little girl’s sake. She likes that they can brush their pinkies while walking and instead of jolting away, they simply just link them together. There’s boundaries of course. No sleepovers at either of their houses. No doing anything more than kissing. No kissing in front of anyone else and definitely no kissing in front of Stephie. No doing anything in front of Stephie really. And there’s still so much mountain left to climb but as long as they’re pushing up it together, Azzi doesn’t think there’s any incline steep enough to stop her from continuing up this path.

“Miss Buecks,” Stephie squeals as Paige’s car rounds the corner into Azzi’s driveway.

Paige steps out of the car, arms wide open and ready to catch Stephie as the little girl goes tumbling down the front porch, aiming straight for the blonde. Azzi’s not an artist by any means but if she was, she thinks she could paint a thousand pictures of Stephie and her Miss Buecks. It terrifies Azzi a little bit, just how perfectly Stephie fits into Paige’s side but it calms her too because there’s a part of her that’s in love with how much they love each other.

“You’re late Bueckers,” Azzi chides as she follows her daughter’s path down the patio stairs.

Paige grins, shifting Stephie on her lap as she opens the side door to her car to pull out two bouquets of flowers

“Will these make up for it?” she asks slyly as she hands the larger one, an assortment of pink flowers, to Azzi and a slightly smaller bouquet of purple hydrangeas to Stephie.

“These are so pretty Miss Buecks,” Stephie gushes before pressing a kiss to Paige’s cheek left cheek and Paige beams at the compliment, “thank you Miss Buecks.”

“You took that long to get flowers?” Azzi asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Mama,” Stephie chides immediately, “you’re supposed to thank someone when they give you a gift.”

“Yeah Azzi,” Paige’s eyes glimmer with mirth, “thank me like Stephie thanked me. Don’t you think Mama owes me a kiss on the cheek Steph?”

Azzi narrows her eyes at the scheming pair in front of her as Stephie nods animatedly at Paige’s question, “yeah Mama you owe Miss Buecks a kiss on the cheek.”

Shaking her head, Azzi walks over to Paige taking deliberately steady steps. Slowly Azzi leans in, puckering her lips. Paige closes her eyes and Azzi winks at Stephie who’s eyes widen.

“I’m waiting,” Paige sing-songs, a self-satisfied smirk taking over her features.

And instead of the promised kiss, Azzi licks a sloppy strip down Paige’s cheek and the blonde shrieks as both Azzi and Stephie burst into laughter.

“EW AZZI GROSS,” Paige whines, hurriedly rubbing her shirt against her cheek, “is this what you’re teaching your daughter?”

“I’m teaching my daughter not to let anyone manipulate her,” Azzi says, giving Paige a careful look, “now why were you late?”

Paige grins sheepishly as she opens the door to the backseat of the door. A lavender car seat is placed on the left side of the car and Azzi feels her heart lurch with no one’s ever cared like this.

“It’s pu-ple,” Stephie claps excitedly, “is it for me?”

“Of course it is,” Paige confirms, booping Stephie’s nose before looking at Azzi, “it’s just- we uh- we always have to take your car cause it has the car seat and moving it between cars is such a hassle. So I just thought- you know- I just thought it’d be cool- useful- practical- if I had one too? And this way if you ever need me to take Stephie off you then I uh- then you don’t have to worry about me driving. I don’t- I don’t really knows much about car seats but I looked it up online before and the person at the store agreed that this is definitely the best one- like I swear it’s safe-”

She’s cut off by the feel of Azzi’s lips pressed to her cheeks.

“Thank you Paige.”

***

Just as Azzi expected, Paige merges herself back into the Fudd family with the same ease she’d first had when she’d carved out a place for herself almost a decade and a half ago. It’s a little emotional at first when Tim opens the door, a smile almost as big as him decorating his face as he pulls Paige into a hug even before she can say a word.

“Welcome home kid,” he whispers into her blonde hair and Azzi doesn’t have to see Paige’s face to know that her best friend is blinking away tears.

Guilt surges in Azzi’s stomach and she tries to swallow away the lump of i took this from her that’s blocking her throat. It had been so simple at 15 to give Paige a part of her world; Azzi hadn’t thought twice about it. And then with the snap of her fingers, she’d taken that world away. She knows her parents had never cut Paige out; hell they’d been at her wedding to some other woman -and Azzi had pushed them to go knowing Paige would need it- but it was a far cry from what they’d been. A far cry from when Paige’s schedule was a key factor while planning Fudd family summers.

“Hey,” Stephie pouts, tiny hands crossed over her small body “I thought you always gave me the first hug Pops.”

“We’ll make an exception today,” Tim says with a wink before letting Paige walk into Katie’s arms and spinning his granddaughter around, “but you’re always gonna be my favorite.”

“I better be,” Stephie threatens and the adults around her laugh.

And finally it’s Azzi's turn to be pulled into one of her dad’s patent bear hugs. She goes willingly, always at her most warmest in the arms of the man whose blood might not run through her veins, but whose love had always protected her from the cruelties of the world.

“You look really happy today sweetheart,” Tim says softly.

Azzi’s eyes flitter over her father’s shoulder to where Jon and José are embroiling Paige in a group hug with Stephie in the middle of it, screaming about finally having their “white sister” back, as Katie and José’s fiancé Tallulah roll their eyes at the group of them, and she can’t help but smile into her dad’s shirt, “I feel pretty happy today.”

***

“You cheated,” Jon yells.

“Miss Buecks does not cheat,” Stephie yells back loyally.

“Don’t get into this Stephie. You don’t know her like we do,” José glares at Paige who narrows her eyes at him, “she’s been stealing from the bank.”

“Miss Buecks does not steal,” Stephie defends again, wrapping her arms around Paige’s neck from behind as the blonde presses a quick kiss against Stephie’s temple.

“It’s okay Stephie,” Paige reassures, gently swinging the little girl into her lap, “some people are just sore losers.”

“Can’t be a sore loser because I didn’t lose-” José coughs and Jon corrects himself immediately, “because we didn’t lose.”

“Y’all let it go,” Tallulah groans, leaning her head back against the sofa, “it’s literally just monopoly. Please, I'm so tired.”

“Just monopoly? JUST MONOPOLY?” José guffaws dramatically, “I can’t believe I’m marrying someone who doesn’t understand that it isn’t just monopoly Tallulah. It’s about liars and cheats and honor-”

“Miss Buecks has plenty of honor,” Stephie says stubbornly, leaning her head back against Paige’s chest.

Jon rounds on Azzi, who’s been silently watching the situation, “did you help her cheat?”

“Excuse me?” Azzi asks, glaring at her brother from where she’s been comfortable reclining on the sofa. She’d opted to be the banker instead of playing, content just handing out money to the rest of them while watching the game unfold. But really she hadn’t been paying much attention to anyone else but her daughter and Paige. Stephie didn’t quite understand the rules yet and so she was always on someone’s team. It had been a given tonight, that of course she would be with Paige. And Azzi had watched, trying not to be too obvious, with a foolish grin on her face, as her two favorite people whispered to each other, Paige listening intently to all of Stephie’s ideas whether they were good or bad.

“Oh good point,” José turns to look at Azzi too, “you’re the banker, did you help Paige cheat?”

“Mama would never cheat,” Stephie argues defiantly as Azzi pushes herself up from the sofa to send a menacing look to both of her brothers.

“I’m not going to dignify that accusation with a justification,” Azzi says, standing so she’s towering over her two brothers who are still sitting on the floor, “now clean up the game. It’s almost Stephie’s bedtime.”

They might be well into their twenties and José might be taller than her now, but they’re still not quite immune to Azzi’s wrath. Tallulah and Paige snicker as the two men, sulking at each other, obey their older sister's command without another word.

“You’ve gotta teach me how you do that,” Tallulah says, hi-fiving Azzi who smirks in response.

“Miss Buecks,” Stephie whispers, “what does dig-ni-fy mean?”

“Mean she’s not gonna entertain your uncles being dumba-”

“Paige!”

“Being dumbapples,” Paige corrects and both Azzi and Stephie give her an odd look at her ridiculous attempt at saving the bad word from leaving her lips.

“Alright Stephie-bean,” Azzi says, pulling her daughter off of Paige’s lap, “it’s late enough. Off to brush your teeth you go.”

Stephie looks hesitantly between the staircase leading up to the guest bedroom -where she and Azzi normally stayed- and Paige.

“Can Miss Buecks stay with us tonight?” she asks softly, one hand bunching in Paige’s shirt as she stares up at her mother with large doe eyes, “please Mama.”

“Stephie I don’t think-” Paige begins, ready to stick to the boundaries they’d laid out for themselves and really Azzi should let her; should follow her lead really.

Except the words are tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop them, “yeah she can- she can stay.”

“YAYY,” Stephie squeals, jumping into Azzi’s arms as Paige stares up at her in surprise, “thank you, thank you, thank you Mama. I’m so happy,” she swings from Azzi to Tallulah, “aunty Tully did you hear? Miss Buecks is gonna stay with us and you can make her your famous pancakes in the morning.”

“I can, can I?” Tallulah asks with a raised eyebrow as she lets Stephie and her excited chatter lead her towards the bathroom. With Jon and José both having already started towards their own rooms and Azzi’s parents fast asleep, it leaves just Paige and Azzi in the living room.

“You’re okay with me staying?” Paige asks softly, finally lifting herself from the floor and onto her feet.

Azzi scratches the back of her neck, “if- if you want to. You don’t have to. I can- I’ll explain to Stephie-”

“I want to,” Paige says, taking a cautious step towards Azzi, “but the rules?”

“This doesn’t count,” Azzi justifies and Paige smirks, taking another step towards the brunette.

“It doesn’t?”

“We said no sleeping over at each other’s places. This is my parent’s house. So technically it doesn’t count,” Azzi shrugs, trying to keep her face from breaking into a grin as Paige moves one more step closer.

“And where exactly am I sleeping?” Paige asks with a knowing grin as she loops an arm around Azzi’s waist, briefly checking to make sure no one’s around.

Azzi tilts her head, letting the grin break through, “I think Stephie would like it if you slept with us.”

“Ah well if that’s what Stephie would like,” Paige says, nodding commiseratingly.

“For Stephie’s sake,” Azzi repeats as she wraps her arm around Paige’s neck, pressing her forehead against the older girl’s and letting herself just breathe in the peace that comes with being all consumed by Paige.

“Azzi,” Paige’s voice is laced with uncharacteristic vulnerability as she speaks again, “you won’t- you won’t run away again tomorrow morning will you?”

“No,” Azzi promises, gently brushing her lips against Paige’s, “I won’t run away again.”

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #wcbb

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fyodior · 1 year ago

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FUCK YOU, FUCK ME!

pairing: toji fushiguro x gn!reader (no anatomy described)

cw: pegging toji !!!! reader uses a strap, toji is hesitant but goes along with it and ends up LOVING it. anal (m!receiving), missionary and doggy, minor orgasm control, etc. kind of glorified anal so keep that in mind. MINORS DONT INTERACT ILL BITE

notes: this is a sponsored fic for @ficsforgaza, and im so so excited to finally be posting it!! (other wips available for sponsor here) go check out some other great creators on the blog too!! and this is my first time back writing in a bit so pls be kind :") divider by @/cafekitsune!

wc: 2.8k

“Toji, sweetheart, you need to relax.”

“Fuck- I’m fuckin’ trying,” your lover grunts, wincing and sucking in a sharp breath. “I’m not fuckin’ used to things inside’a me like you are.” You choose to ignore that last quip.

Only half a very well lubed finger deep into his tight ass, you figure this is going to be a long night, but you know it’ll be so, so, worth it - for both you and him.

The day you first proposed trying anal to Toji, he was all for it - excited even. Until he found out that you meant he’d be the one receiving, and his face immediately fell.

“No. Nope. Nothin’s goin’ up my shitter,” he had responded, making you roll your eyes and groan. You swore up and down that a prostate orgasm could be life changing for males, but he flat out refused for months. It wasn’t until your birthday when you promised him he didn’t have to buy you a gift if he agreed to try anal just once - and then he was all for it.

He was hesitant as the two of you scrolled through sex toy websites to search for the best possible strap and dildo for him. Pointing out ones you thought he might like only made his face contort in discomfort, haunted by the thought of something going inside his asshole. The list of “hard no’s” grew and grew the longer you searched: nothing longer than 6 inches, nothing girthier than a circumference of 5 inches, no skin colors because that felt too real, and no balls. Toji Fushiguro was a hard man to please.

Finally, finally, after months of convincing, hours of online shopping, and a few more days following the arrival of the package, did you have your lover laid out in front of you, legs spread and hole awaiting. It was the sweetest fucking sight in the world, and you were so grateful you maintained enough patience to get to this moment. Good things really do come to those who wait.

The harness was already strapped around your waist, painfully eager to attach the dildo and get to it, but of course there was ample prep required, especially for someone completely new to anal. Per your request, he had showered prior to you getting home from work and had tried to clean himself out a little bit, which you were very grateful for. Now you were tasked with stretching and prepping his hole. Your mouth watered at the thought of it.

Instructing him to lay on his back, for no other reason than you wanted to see his face, you press his thick, sinewy thighs apart and settle between them. You had done your best to create a gentle, relaxing environment in your shared bedroom, with the lights dimmed low, a few candles flickering on the shelf, and soft music playing from the TV. Yet still, the man was as tense as a clenched fist.

The goal was to get him a little worked up and wanting it, so you start with a little foreplay. Kissing him softly, you jerk him off slowly, getting him hard enough that he wants to cum. His hard cock lays neglected on his belly as he rests on his back, propped up against a horde of pillows, and you could honestly cum just at the sight of him. Toji is fucking beautiful.

But now it was finally time. After dousing your fingers in a thick, goopy layer of lube, you press the tip of your ring finger against his puckered hole, and he immediately flinches.

“Baby, I promise I won’t make this hurt, you have to breathe, though,” you plead, using your other hand to massage his thigh. “Here - take a deep breath with me.”

Motioning for him to follow, you suck in air, watching him closely. After rolling his eyes and deciding he’ll finally play along, he mimics you. The second he releases the breath he was holding, his body deflating, you take the chance and slip in your finger down to just the first knuckle.

He immediately gasps, furrowing his brows and grunting. “Hey! You fuckin’ tricked me!” he accuses, indignant as a little kid.

You chuckle in response. “It got it in, didn’t it?”

You stay like that for a bit, wriggling the tip of your finger purely just to start getting him used to the feeling of something inside him, watching his expressions closely.

“Does it feel good at all, babe?”

It takes Toji a moment to respond, clearly chewing on the idea in his brain. “It… it’s weird,” he finally says, pursing his lips. “It just feels strange - not… bad, though. Yet.”

“Good,” you nod. “Good. Just hang in there, and you’ll feel good soon, okay? Promise.”

He just grumbles before gripping his cock, fisting it a few times before you smack his hand away.

“Hey!” he gasps, jaw wide open. “It’s my dick!”

“No. I said no touching yourself yet,” you bite back. When he looks like he’s about to pitch a fit, you decide to throw in a “please, baby? For me?” and he backs down. Toji is nothing if not a sucker for you.

After warning him, you push your finger in to the second knuckle. He sucks in a sharp breath, but makes no protest - a good sign. Soon, you have your whole finger inside him, and he’s panting a bit.

“See, baby? I knew you could take it,” you smile softly.

“Whatever,” Toji grumbles, avoiding your gaze. He can deny it all he wants, but he can’t hide the fact that his dick twitched every time you pushed your finger in a little further. “Let’s hurry this up and get it over with.”

Your eyes go wide at that, but you nod. “Your wish is my command, sir,” you smirk.

And just like that, your whole pointer finger has bullied its way inside him.

“Fuck!” Toji coughs, lurching forward. “You can’t do that!”

“Oh, but I can,” you grin impishly. “Just lay back and let me work you open, okay?”

Now that you have two fingers inside him, you can actually make some headway. Squirting some more lube around his entrance, you start to very slowly fuck him with your fingers, pumping them in and out at a snail’s pace. Toji stays silent, still refusing to meet your gaze, but his cheeks are cherry red and he’s gripping the sheets with a tight fist.

The quiet music coming from the TV hums softly in the background, and you hope it’s relaxing him at least a little as you slowly spread your fingers apart, trying to scissor them open to loosen the muscles and stretch him out. Toji’s breath hitches when you spread them even past when his hole starts to resist, and you smirk. You guess he likes the feeling of being full just as much as you do.

Time passes painfully slowly while you work him open with your fingers, aching to finally get inside him. To finally fuck Toji in the way he deserves. Finally, you feel like he’s prepped enough to adequately take the strap. It might hurt a tiny bit, but what’s the harm in that?

“Okay, sweetheart,” you start as you fit the jet black dildo into the O-ring connected to the strap. “You okay on your back like this, or do you wanna take it from the back?”

His face burns bright red at the thought of you fucking him in doggy, so he just shakes his head. “ ‘m fine like this,” he mumbles, and you nod.

Once again settling between his thighs, you wrap a hand around his cock and pump it lazily, offering him a small smile.

“You look so pretty laid out like this for me, legs spread and ass spread so wide, ready to take my cock,” you muse, mind in overdrive.

“S-st-stop,” Toji squeaks out, biting his fist. He won’t admit it, he can’t admit it, he’ll die before admitting how much that turns him on. He can’t admit how his ass has started to ache for something to fill it back up again, even though you’re more than willing to oblige.

“Can’t, baby boy,” you frown, leaning in for a kiss. “Not when I finally have you like this.”

The brief kisses seem to relax the tense man just a bit, melting against your lips and kissing back hungrily. You could’ve sworn you caught a just fuck me already under his breath, but he’ll refuse it until his deathbed.

When you make eye contact with him and he nods, you press the well-lubed tip of the strap against his hole, watching with stars in your eyes as it resists, but still tries to spread open. A cough can be heard from near the headboard, but no protests so far. Soft whines fight to escape Toji’s throat as you push in each centimeter of the silicone cock, face burning hot and red. About halfway in, you pause, giving the man a moment to breathe and acclimatize to the intrusion inside him. He’s grateful for it too, huffing and groaning and squirming as he tries to find a more comfortable position, but there is none. Not when there’s something hard shoved up his ass. You just stay as patient as a saint, massaging his muscly thighs and running your hands up his torso, trying your best not to lean too far forward and inch any more of the cock inside him. As a treat, you give his throbbing, aching cock a few tugs with your spit coated palm, and he lets out a sigh.

One more moment of eye contact, and more nod, and you push your hips a little farther forward. Suddenly, Toji lurches forward again.

“Gah!!” he cries out, eyes wide and heaving. “What- what was that? What did you do?” The accusatory questions only make you laugh, leaning in to kiss him sweetly.

“Must be your sweet spot - your prostate,” you chuckle. “Here - let’s try again.”

Pulling out a few inches and thrusting in again has Toji sputtering and groaning all over again. You can’t help but break out into a wild smirk. This is exactly what you wanted. Not only for yourself, as a perfect view to marvel at and take in, but for him - Toji deserves this, deserves to feel good.

Leaning forward, hands braced on either side of his chest, you muster up all your strength and thrust hard. This time his head is falling back against the pillow as he cries out with a call of your name, too.

“It’s all the way inside, sweetheart,” you smile, marveling at how the silicone balls are pressed firm against his ass. “How do you feel?”

“G-good,” he nods, gulping. “Just- let’s just do this- please,” Toji chokes out.

This version of Toji, one so vulnerable and desperate, is one you’ve never seen before. Not even when he’s fucking you - he’ll get desperate to get his dick wet, sure, but this is… different. Sweeter. His dark, unruly hair is matted to his forehead with sweat, and his chest is heaving in anticipation. You simply have no choice than to give him exactly what he wants.

Inching your strap out to where the tip is almost dangling out of his hole, you thrust all the way back in, relishing in the way he once again moans. His reaction is so much sweeter than you could’ve imagined, and you simply can’t help the way you go fucking crazy. Your thrusts pick up speed, anchoring yourself by gripping the sheets hard as you erratically fuck your lover’s ass. The both of you are complete messes, groaning and whining and gasping almost theatrically, chasing a beautiful high.

“Harder,” Toji grunts, pulling you in by your cheeks for a messy kiss as his thick legs circle your waist. “Fuck! Fe-feels so fucking good, fuck, fuck fuck…” he blabbers, your face still in his tight grip. You couldn’t give less of a shit, just want to see him falling apart even more, so you give him exactly what he asks for.

Wet sounds of lube and skin on skin echo throughout the bedroom, mixed with the tunes of both your moaning and groaning. An ache is blossoming in your thigh muscles and you can feel yourself losing stamina but you refuse to give in just yet, using every ounce of your strength to piston your hips in and out of him. Toji can’t help but clench tight around your cock, you can feel it by the increased resistance, and you truly think you must have died and gone to heaven.

“Toji, sweetheart,” you call, trying to grab the man’s attention. “Get on your hands and knees for me, okay?”

For the first time likely ever, the man does as he’s asked with no protest. He hisses a bit as you slip all the way out of his tight heat, but scrambles to flip over and present his ass for you. There’s no way this is your Toji, not when he’s acting like this - but you decide you’ll allow yourself to indulge in this doppelganger, just for tonight.

Some adjustments to his stance are required, as he is taller than you, but you soon find a comfortable position so that your hips can be flush against his ass. His throbbing cock and balls hang heavy at this angle, dangling between his thighs, but he doesn’t seem to mind. At this angle, you have a much better view of his beautiful ass, using two hands to spread his cheeks apart and stare with a slack jaw at his abused hole, puffy and throbbing. It’s mind boggling that you were inside him. And will be again. With one languid thrust, you’re bottoming out again and pressing his face into the pillow, making him cry out.

This angle, while depriving you of your lover’s beautiful face, is much easier for your task. Having his ass presented for you like this makes fucking him a breeze - so you take, and take, and take, and take. Pump in and out of his tight, wet hole, both of your bodies trembling as you’re overcome with so much emotion and overstimulation. You feel like a bitch in heat with the way you’re rutting into him, bottoming out with almost every thrust.

“Fuck,” Toji spits. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

Your eyes go wide at the realization. He’s going to cum? Just from getting fucked? Holy shit.

“Yeah, baby? Wanna cum? Feels so good getting fucked, huh?” you tease, continuing to fuck him hard and deep. “Want me to help you out, or so how long it takes for you to cum just from getting your ass fucked? Hm?” Your own words are lost on you, seemingly coming from a place of pure lust and not from your rational mind.

“Please help,” Toji chokes out. And he’s been so good, not touching his cock this entire time, taking your cock so well, that you decide to do as he asks.

Your pace slows down some as you wrap a hand around his aching, angry red cock, thumbing at the tip and using his tacky precum to lube up your hand some. It only takes one, two, three strokes before he’s gasping and spurting thick, hot ropes of cum onto the bed, whole body tensing as he cries out louder than you’ve ever heard before. He collapses onto the bed, and you take the message, pulling your strap out from his abused hole. No words come from his mouth, only heaves and gasps for air as he tries to come to terms with what just occurred. You don’t nag him at all, just flop down next to him and push his sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes.

“Did that feel good, baby? Hm?” you ask, smiling softly at him. That’s truly all you ever wanted. You truly couldn’t give much of a shit about your own desires and lust - all you ever, ever wanted in this world was for your lover to feel good.

Toji gulps. “....Yeah. Felt real good.” It’s obvious he’s exhausted, only moments from passing out. You can’t blame him.

“Did so, so good for me, sweetheart,” you coo, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Now get some rest. It’s hard getting fucked, isn’t it?” That makes him chuckle weakly.

“Fuck you,” he rasps, but he has a lopsided smile on his face. “Love you. Really. Thank you.”

Your heart soars and you smile widely. “Of course, sweetheart. Always. I love you. Now please get some rest so we can go for a second round.”

#toji x reader #toji smut #jjk smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #toji imagine #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #toji x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk x gender neutral reader

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themandylion · 7 days ago

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Every once in a while I'm reminded that not everyone has read Booster Gold (2007) and thus aren't familiar with the fact that Batman is the only* Post-Crisis hero who truly believes Booster is a True Hero.

So today I'm going to educate you!

I can't really talk about Booster/Michael Carter prior to Ted Kord's death (because I haven't read those comics). I don't know about his earlier solo series or any team-ups he was in before the 2007 series, aside from when he kidnapped Jaime during Infinite Crisis to help take down Brother Eye. But I did read his 2007 solo (it's good, there's a lot of interesting stuff that happens in it), and the part that always stuck with me was when he kept the Joker from shooting Barbara Gordon.

If you don't remember that happening, that would be because he failed. But not for the reason that most people might think, considering Booster's reputation as a joke, only in the hero-ing game for fame and fortune.

See, the premise of the 2007 Booster Gold series is that he gets recruited by Rip Hunter to correct problems in the timeline. There's an entire thing going on where a group of villains are deliberately causing disruptions for their own personal reasons, but we're not here to talk about that! Because before Booster could really get into the swing of fixing the timeline, he first had to learn why. Why it was so important that he do this, but also why it was that these schmucks could successfully make changes but he couldn't save Ted?

Early on (issue #5, as it happens), Rip tells Booster there's an abnormal wormhole in Gotham on the night Joker shot Barbara Gordon—something that was never supposed to happen! He tasks Booster with reversing this. It, well. It doesn't go well.

Booster: Send me back. I need to try again. Rip: You've lost a lot of blood-- Booster: Now, dammit!

He failed to stop the Joker from shooting Barbara and got beat up in the process—Joker even grabbed Skeets and beat Booster with it at one point! Booster bruised and battered and all around not having a good time. But nonetheless, he's is determined to try again.

So he does. Over and over and over again. He gets electrocuted, bashed into a window, shot—these are the tries that are shown in the comic but it could very well have been that he tried even more and there just wasn't space to show it. Each time he fails and returns, he's demanding to go back again before Rip even finishes patching him up.

Finally, Rip tells him he needs to stop. He confesses there was never an abnormal wormhole at this event. Joker is always going to win, Barbara is always going to end up paralyzed. It's a solidified moment in time, something that can never be changed—just like Ted's death.

Booster: Damn it, I can do it! Rip: You'd only die trying to save her. I'm sorry.

Things get a bit physical—Booster shoves Rip, shouts at him. Gets ready to abandon this whole mission since the main reason he went along with it in the first place was the possibility of saving Ted. This being comics, some stuff happens next that stops him from giving up, and we're left to believe that Rip was correct when he told Booster that, "Anything from the present on back cannot be changed."

However, as later issues will prove, this simply isn't true. Why? Because of this whole mess that was never a real mission and only ever happened in order to teach Booster a lesson about inevitability. In fact, as we find out in issue #1,000,000 (which is really like... issue 11 but also issue 12 because DC was doing some weird stuff with number in the 2000s—there's an issue 0 between 6 and 7 similar to how issue 1 million comes between 10 and 11) Booster trying to save Barbara did change something. Just not what he expected.

In issue 1 million, Batman summons Booster to the Bat Cave, pulling him out of an awkward confrontation with Green Arrow (Ollie) and Green Lantern (Hal). There's some back and forth—Booster assumes Bruce wants to chew him out for being a screw-up (he's already feeling down and on the outs with Rip again). Instead of saying anything, Batman throws a bunch of photographs at Booster.

Photographs from the camera Joker was wearing when he shot Barbara. Mostly of her looking awful... but also of Booster, broken and bloody and horrible. Batman reveals he's held onto these photos for years—waiting until Booster was wearing a suit that matched the one he had on in the photos. Waiting until he was grown up enough to explain how he was there that night.

Booster can't explain everything—part of being a time agent means you can't tell people you're a time agent (in fact, him being a joke hero is actually part of his cover). But this wasn't actually a time agent mission, so he says he tried to save her, but he couldn't. He tried over and over again, but all he did was fail, because he's a joke.

Batman: A joke? Batman: I don't know what you're up to, but I can see the pain and punishment you took from the Joker. Batman: You were literally tortured. You risked your life for a chance she might walk again.

He goes on to give Booster a genuine pep talk, telling him it's fine if the rest of the world thinks he's crazy if that's what it takes to be the best he can be. That Booster has proven himself not only to Batman, but also to himself. And then they shake hands and it's super-duper touching and I'll be honest, it's very, very hard for me to not just stick whole pages in here. This bit always gets me choked up and emotional. (He offers to listen to Booster the way Ted used to! He tells him to keep up the good work!!)

Anyway. More people should write about how Batman is the only* hero in the Post-Crisis/Pre-Flashpoint continuity who believes in Booster Gold and has absolute faith in him.

*Caveat that Jaime Reyes and a handful of others are also aware of some of what Booster is up to during this period, but most of those other heroes are actively involved in time shenanigans with him.

#Booster Gold #Michael Carter #Bruce Wayne #DC comics #reference #character reference #and because comics and comic writers never talk to each other/compare notes #of course the best person to be a mentor/friend to the time traveler #is the guy who gave his protege a mental breakdown over the “impossibility” of time travel earlier in the same canon #“I have these photos proving time travel is possible but I'll ignore that in order to make my not!son super paranoid! Great plan!”#BUT ALSO this makes it that much more touching that Booster would want in on trying to save Bruce from the time stream 🥺

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The Winner Takes it All: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU) | Chapter 2

NSFW! Minors DNI!!! Summary: The moment the thesis competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the engineering department. He's the only other person smart enough to beat you, and the only other person insane enough to stay in the lab until midnight every night. He's also an asshole, but you're starting to think maybe he's not as bad as you thought he was... Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader CW: mentions of masturbation WC: 6.9k AN: hehehehehe this chapter was so much fun to write and i fear i have added a bit of a plot to this pwp fic. next chapter will get even wilder! as always, asks and requests open <3

Ch. 1, [Ch. 2], Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6

Chapter 2: Testing

Anakin stumbled to his room on unsteady feet. When he entered, it was 1:43 am, but he had never felt more awake. He couldn't have slept even if he had wanted to, because you were haunting him. The wood of his door as he unlocked it felt like the lab bench under his fingers. His lips felt phantom kisses from you. Your angry voice echoed in the creak of the hinges. His pillows were soft like your clothes, like your skin.

The more he thought about it, the harder he got, which he wasn't sure was possible, really. His cock was pressing against his jeans so hard that he was relatively certain he could get off just by thrusting into the material a few times. Anakin rocked his hips experimentally against the rough material, and a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. Jesus. He was definitely sensitive enough to cum like that. But he shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. It would be weird and creepy, when you told him you didn't want to do more of this. He shouldn't. He resolved to sleep it off, but found sleep was still evading him about an hour later when he lay awake in bed. Fuck my life. Fine. If he was going to be up, he might as well get some work done. So, he spent the night typing at his desk, which he distinctly had to try not to imagine kissing you against.

Anakin didn't hate you. Far from it. Okay, maybe not that far from it. But if he hated you, he something-else-ed you with equal measure. He just wasn't sure what that something else was. Did he like you? This wasn't like any crush he had before. You were so rude sometimes, but he would snap right back, and then escalate. Anakin didn't love that personality trait in himself, but it came out in spades around you. In freshman year, your name on the posted top homework of the week was exhilarating. Finally, some competition. Someone who loved engineering as much as he did. Someone who understood the fire that got him out of his backwater town and into the world. Then he met you, and that exhilaration turned a thousand times stronger. You weren't just a peer, you were a challenge. Every jab you threw at him, every time your bot would beat his in the traditional end-of-year tournament, he'd feel like he was suddenly on fire, electricity shocking through his very being. It was the same feeling he chased in taekwondo, that edge where he wasn't sure if he'd win, but he was so, so close. It was easier to interpret it as anger, as hatred, as fuel.

Even though he thought you could be a know-it-all, he had to admit that he always had a sort of begrudging respect toward you. You worked on a group project together, three times, once per year on average, and he could consistently rely on the fact that you'd never be a slacker. Others on the team would sometimes ghost, which annoyed you both in equal measure. The two of you would butt heads over what to do in the projects, but you were always 100% dedicated. He respected it about you, even if you were critical of his admittedly shoddy handwriting or the logical jumps in his proofs.

By senior year, he was unknowingly nursing what could affectionately be called a crush, though it was masked under layers and layers of frustration and competition and anger. Anakin wasn't very self aware, but it was beginning to dawn on even him that, perhaps, he liked you. There were several signs. Late nights in the lab were torture for him. He'd sit there, trying to focus on something, anything, but he kept seeing that piece of hair that fell into your face when you bent over your bench and your deft hands wiring capacitors. Sometimes, when you passed him and he caught a whiff of your smell, his heart would speed up. When he heard your voice in class, he would start smiling. It was honestly kind of embarrassing.

In retrospect, it was surprising he hadn't broken and kissed you earlier. But, now that he had, all he could think about was kissing you again. As he sat at his desk thinking, the next steps for his thesis slipped through his hands like grains of sand. At practice the next afternoon, his technique was sloppy, which his teammates riffed on endlessly. In class, the professor could have said the secret to traveling faster than light, and it would have gone in one of Anakin's ears and out the other.

You had said it couldn't happen. Why? Did he do something wrong? At the time, he was clouded with arousal, joy, and exhilaration, so he didn't ask any questions, just agreed mindlessly, but your statement was haunting him. We shouldn't do this again. Why not? His body was screaming for it, at the very least, and so was his heart, but he chose to ignore that.

Anakin was pondering this issue over a piece of tech for the Jinn lab, where he worked part-time during the semester, when Obi-Wan walked in and headed straight for him. Though Obi-Wan was technically his supervisor, being a third-year graduate student advised by Professor Jinn, Anakin considered him a friend. Though he was usually pretty serious, Obi-Wan appeared thoroughly amused today and looked a bit like the cat who got the cream.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said by way of greeting as he passed by his chair.

"What's up?" Anakin asked as he tried to get a particularly annoying screw tightened.

"Were you in the thesis lab last night?" Yes, he was, in fact. He was making out with you, but he didn't need to mention that.

"Yeah, working on some hardware for my next prototype, why?" Obi-Wan's smile spread further, if possible.

"Did you know there's cameras?" The blood froze in Anakin's veins. The suggestion in his voice was unmistakable.

"What?" His voice came out like a whisper.

"Good thing you were simply working on your prototype. You should warn other students to take… dalliances elsewhere," Obi-Wan said, winking.

"I-um-fuck--I." The words died on Anakin's tongue. Holy fucking shit. "I didn't see cameras."

"They're small. Qui-Gon had me install them this year. Nevertheless, things happen," Obi-Wan said, pausing, then quickly added, "Good luck." Obi-Wan patted Anakin on the shoulder and walked into his office in the back of the lab, leaving Anakin frozen in his chair.

Later that evening, once he'd worked (read: sat in shock) for four hours at the Jinn lab, finished two assignments for his gened, and led a practice for the TKD team, Anakin dragged his tired ass to the thesis lab. He was still restless since Obi-Wan's revelation. There was a video of the two of you, and he found himself wondering more than a few times if he could get it. For safekeeping, of course. No other reason.

He nodded at Barriss, who was on her way out, on complete autopilot. Seems she's getting in gear for the competition, he would have thought had he been mentally present in the slightest. He was the only one in the lab, a relief considering the fact that all his brain cells tended to leave the building as soon as you were near him, so he could get some work done. Get some tests in, make some actual progress. Maybe he could even pull a win on the competition, if not just an A on his thesis. He'd written some code during thermo lecture that he loaded onto an Arduino, turning over the device and its sharp pins in his fingers before disconnecting it from his laptop and shoving it into a breadboard. It looked ugly, clunky, and inelegant, but it was just a temporary setup for the test run before he attached the Arduino to the current motherboard. Sometime midway through the code running, the door to the lab clacked open.

It was you. Who else would arrive to the lab at 8pm? You looked gorgeous today, which hit Anakin like a punch to the gut. Cool, cool. This was normal. He could handle this. The cold had darkened your lips and cheeks a bit, so subtle he wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't staring. But he was, and he looked away quickly, back to his computer, and choked out a "hey." Anakin heard the tell-tale smack of your backpack on the floor, then each layer you shed (thump for coat, gentle taps for gloves, barely a thunk for hat). His eyes were fixed intently on the screen, even though there was nothing to look at there. When he looked up, you were right in front of him, close enough to touch.

"Hi," you said. Your eyes were gazing up at him earnestly and he could almost see his reflection in them. Fuck. You were standing incredibly near him, much closer than anyone else in his life would.

"Hi," he breathed. Was this it? Were you going to tell him that, actually, you wanted him? That maybe you could go on a date, or, at least go back to your place? Just going back to yours for sex wouldn't be exactly what he wanted, but then again beggars can't be choosers. And he was definitely a beggar right now.

"I need the small pliers." You reached out your hand expectantly. Oh. Okay.

"Yep." He handed them over, then watched as you walked back to your table.

Awesome. So Anakin was still horrendously awkward around you. He knew how to speak to you after the past several years, where he'd found himself getting little kernels of knowledge about your life and thoughts. It was more that he didn't know what he could say that wasn't a confession that he really really wanted to kiss you again.

The dark had already fallen outside hours ago when you began to put away your prototype. All of the world was asleep, the hallway outside the makerspace dark. The only light outside the lab were the streetlights glowing through the open windows, casting shadows over the sidewalk. Time was fictional in those moments, stretching and shortening and contorting until a minute passed in what felt like an hour, or the other way around. Nothing made sense in those moments. His calculations. The unease he felt. Least of all, why you didn't want to kiss him again. Why he didn't just tell you that he couldn't stop thinking about you. But you were already putting your coat on, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, and--

"Wait," he called out desperately, gesturing with his hand toward you. He fell silent. What was he going to say? He'd ask you to talk, to explain that he actually really enjoyed yesterday and that he'd really really like to do it again. He'd tell you that he didn't hate you, actually. That he'd actually enjoy going on a date, maybe to dinner or a movie, he wasn't picky. The words were on the tip of his tongue.

"Can you just stay for five more minutes while I use the drill press?" Close enough.

You looked at him and simply nodded. You kept an eye on him while he used the drill press, and his hand almost slipped three times under your scrutiny. But then he was done, and you both went through the paces of closing up the room. Vents off, machines off, check printers, check laser cutters, lights off, leave.

On the walk home, Anakin looked up and saw an empty sky, so different from the one on the farm at home. No matter where he turned there, he saw constellations and different worlds. Here, between the tall buildings and under all the light pollution, it was just black. You walked home wordlessly again.

The next day, he was determined to be more normal, and immediately asked you how your project was going. He could tell you were guarded based on the wariness in your eye, but you still answered. That you were dealing with a test not working. He offered to take a look at it, but you shot him down.

Later, you asked him if he knew how to deal with an issue with your CAD model, which he did, and he helped you extrude text on the curved surface. Anakin tried not to notice how close your body was.

The normalcy returned within three hours between the two of you. Sure, there was an elephant in the room (or, really, a herd of elephants), but you two were getting comfortable again, casually chatting about class and boasting about your projects. You revealed the thermo midterm hadn't gone so well, and he confessed that it hadn't for him, either. He was very worried about the class, actually, but the thesis was his priority. When he told you, Anakin couldn't figure out what your expression meant. Surprise? Anger? Sadness? Sympathy? He shrugged it off. Probably was a shock to realize he wasn't always perfect.

An hour later, he was thinking about going home, but then he saw you staring at your computer with your headphones in.

"Whatcha watching?" He hoped the question sounded casual. You paused the video and looked up at him.

"An old Criminal Minds episode," you responded with a hint of a smile. His heart leaped.

"Can I join? I'm waiting on a print, and I need a break anyway." Was that smooth? He couldn't tell. You nodded, and he pulled up a chair. He was endlessly thankful you were using wired earbuds today (you had explained you'd forgotten your usual wireless ones at home), so that he had an excuse to sit near you. It was just how far the cord reached, not how badly he wanted to press himself against you. That was all.

"Oh, it's totally the teacher," he remarked at one point, midway through the episode. Your legs had gotten closer, almost pressing the sides of his thigh to yours. That did not make his heart race. It was probably the tension in the episode.

"Obviously, dumbass," you chided, smacking your leg into his, but there wasn't any bite to it. It was affection, and he reveled in it the whole way home.

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Ahsoka Tano wasn't stupid. She had eyes and a capability for critical thought that she thought two particular people in her life lacked. When her roommate came home from the lab one day in mid-November, dead silent with hair mussed and lips still swollen from making out with someone, Ahsoka knew something had happened between you and the only other person who would be in the lab that late. Finally. But there was a clench in your jaw, a hard set in your eyes, that told her it wasn't all positive. But it was progress.

The first time she met met Anakin was when she was a freshman and joined the Coruscant U taekwondo team. She'd seen him around the competitive taekwondo circuit, of course; he was national champion two times running in the 16-18 division. Anakin was precise, vicious, and powerful. By the time he was a freshman, he was about to reach the fourth Dan, a feat which took most people years. He was just that good.

When Ahsoka met him, she was certain he'd be the kind of arrogant that could only come with prodigy status. And, though he was a bit full of himself, she was surprised to find him to be kind. Not nice, necessarily, all quips and snipes and sarcasm, but definitely kind to the younger students, and to her. When he asked her to be his vice-captain, she said yes immediately. There was no one better she could learn from.

The first time she noticed the tension between you was at the first competition she was in, when you came to watch her. At some point, Anakin's name had been announced, and you looked like you'd smelled curdled milk. When she asked you about it later, she hadn't expected the total word vomit that spilled out of you about how annoying and horrible and infuriating Anakin was in class. Your actual issues with him were fairly minor, she thought: 1. He gloated (definitely true), 2. He sabotaged other people's projects so he'd do better (probably not true), 3. He was always getting praise from the professors (probably true), and 4. He always assumed you didn't know what you were doing (probably true).

But Ahsoka saw a side of him you didn't. At a competition in her sophomore year, in the dead of night at the Airbnb the team had rented, she saw him frantically sewing his expensive competitive dobok, heavy with embroidery befitting his dan, when one of the seams tore mid-match the day before. It took some digging, but he confessed that he didn't have a backup. He couldn't afford a new one right now. Anakin didn't talk about home much, and, when he did, it was in clipped sentences saying that yes, he had a mom and a new stepdad. Yes, he was from a small town. As vice-captain, she had access to the list of students who the team was sponsoring at competitions because they needed the financial aid. Anakin was on the list every time. Ahsoka didn't mention it to him, ever.

Over the past three years, she had watched the spark between the two of you ignite into fights and frustration. She'd heard Anakin ask about you in a way he thought was subtle, but was actually glaringly obvious. She'd heard you complain that he was so annoying enough times. Now that something had actually happened between you, that was it. She was going to do something about it.

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"A taekwondo party?" You had asked.

"Yeah! At Rex's," Ahsoka had said. To be honest, you kind of needed a break. Or, at least a night to not think about circuits. You were beginning to see that Anakin was smart, even smarter than you had thought, and it was creeping up on you that, maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't win no matter what you did. Maybe he was just too brilliant. You wanted to forget that, and getting drunk seemed like a great way to do just that. "Anakin will be there," Ahsoka's voice echoed in your head. Why did she say that? The peace you had settled into with Anakin was tenuous, but there. Did she know about what happened between the two of you?

You still weren't sure when you arrived on the door of the brownstone. Tau Kappa Delta wasn't an actual frat, but it was a house full of the TKD team competitors who called each other "brothers," so the nickname stuck. It was a bit out of the way of campus, but it was the prime place to hold parties if you wanted to get raunchy in a safe place. You and Ahsoka had gotten dressed up, you in some kind of short black silk dress she shoved in your hands, and her in a strappy ensemble that looked a bit like battle armor. There were straps around the arms that extended into fingerless gloves and some kind of tactical belt was slung low over her hips. Her halter top showed off her strong arms, and, for an instant, you wished you played sports for the university. How she wasn't shivering in the cold air, you'd never know.

The door swung open and the warmth indoors hit you, thick with bodies and sweat and beer, and some guy ushered you in while Ahsoka gave him a hug. This must be one of the team members you had met, some sturdy guy with an accent. You couldn't quite place if his name was Cody or Vaughn, but it was one of them, you thought. The room you entered was full of coats and bags, as well as a few people standing and chatting with drinks in their hands. Through the doorway, music blared in what was probably the living room. You couldn't make out any furniture through the dancing crowd.

Ahsoka reappeared with a shot in each hand, offering one to you with a wink.

"To a good night where you can relax, because God knows you need it," she toasted, bumping her shot glass against yours and downing it in one go. The tequila burned as it went down your throat. You coughed for a bit, then asked her for another. Might as well get the party started right. Another shot went into you, and then Ahsoka dragged you to the dance floor. The lights in the room were flashing all kinds of colors--red, purple, blue--and the music was loud enough that you could feel it vibrating through your organs. Ahsoka pushed her way past some people, closer to the center of the room, and then found enough space for the two of you and started dancing. The rhythm flowed through you, and you were just drunk enough not to care if you looked stupid. It was perfect. The two of you danced for three, maybe four songs, before Ahsoka went to get you both another shot, and then another. Some of Ahsoka's friends had joined you, not that you knew them, but you were in your own world, having fun. People bumped into your shoulder, leg, elbow, whatever, but you were on cloud nine. The bass felt like one heartbeat connecting all of the strangers on the floor to you, like you were all one beast. Dancing with your friends like this, going to parties, that's all that you cared about. This would be one of those memories you treasured, you were sure of it.

And then you saw Anakin. Much to your annoyance, he looked particularly good that day, his hair still as touchable as it was every day in the lab. He was wearing light-wash jeans (like that night, a small part of your brain reminded you) and a black, comfortable t-shirt. Oh, and there was a woman with him. Like that wasn't the first thing you noticed. She was shorter than him by a good bit, standing in front of him so you couldn't see her face, just her annoyingly shiny chestnut hair and perfect neck. Cool. Fine. They were in the corner of the room, with him leaning against the wall and her standing in front of him, shouting conversation over the loud music. Anakin shot her a warm smile, the one he rarely turned toward you, and then she put her hand on his chest. It was the alcohol that flipped your stomach, you were sure of it. And anger at seeing him, nothing else. You tapped Ahsoka and got close to her ear.

"Who's that?" You asked. She turned closer to you, her eyebrows drawn.

"Huh?" She half-yelled back. You lent in closer, trying to get to her ear.

"The girl?" You could barely hear yourself over the noise.

"What?" Oh, fuck it. You full-on yelled, but it didn't even come close to the level of bass in the room.

"Who's the girl with Anakin?"

"Oh," Ahsoka yelled back. "That's his ex." Awesome. Whoop-de-fucking-do. There was, objectively, no reason why that should have annoyed you. But it did. The girl waved to Anakin, then left, leaving him looking incredibly hot up against that wall. Your eyes took in the width of his chest, the muscles and veins in his arms. And then he was looking at you.

He had caught you. Fuck. He gave you a little wave with a smirk, then left into the next room. Shitfuckmotherfucker. Ahsoka grabbed your shoulder, shouting something about how the two of you should get some air. You nodded and let her pull you out of the dance floor, then to a room down the hall, where you could hear voices talking, laughing.

You recognized a few of the people. Jesse, Echo, the one whose name you'd ascertained was actually Cody, Fives, and Fox were all there, and, of course, so was Anakin. They were sitting in an uneven, horrible circle that was really more of a convex shape around the couch. Some girls you'd seen before around campus but you hadn't really met and some other team members were strewn about the room, sipping beers from their red cups. Anakin greeted you both with a wave.

"Hey, come join us, we're playing truth or dare," he yelled across the room. Ahsoka grinned and almost pulled you down with her to the floor.

"C'mon, let's play," she said as she grinned up at you. Truth or dare and other party games had never really been your thing, and you kind of were feeling the number of shots you had taken, so you decided you were out.

"Oh, I'm not sure--" you started.

"What, gonna chicken out?" Anakin's voice called. That motherfucker.

"Never," you shot back, plopping your ass down. You weren't sure there was a way to win truth or dare, but you were going to find it, goddamn it.

"Okay, Rex. Truth or dare?" Jesse started. You'd only met him once, but he had a nice voice and a glint in his eye that made you like him immediately.

"Dare," he responded gruffly. Some oohs peppered the room as they watched their intrepid assistant captain about to get loose. Jesse thought for a moment.

"Take two shots!" The crowd chanted as Rex sighed, poured himself two shots of tequila, and downed them with only a small wince. After he was done, it was his turn.

"Ahsoka, truth or dare?"

"Truth?" Ahsoka crinkled her nose.

"Aw c'mon Snips. Bo-oring," Anakin teased. Ahsoka shot him a look that said if I weren't across this circle, I would smack you right now.

"Only 'cause y'all can't think of a better dare than drinking," she said. Chuckles bubbled through the room.

"Fine, then, have you ever kissed Lux Bonteri?" Rex's question apparently hit the nail on the head as all the color drained out of Ahsoka's face.

"I changed my mind. Dare." Ahsoka's eyes were wide, and you knew why. She and Lux had kind of had a thing going, but he was on another school's team. She'd come back home after matches with stories about what he said, asking if you thought it was romantic or platonic. But she'd never admit to doing anything with a member of their fiercest competition. Rex rolled his eyes as people booed, Anakin especially loudly.

"Fine, fine. I dare you to�� call your ex," Rex conceded. That was easy enough for Ahsoka, given that her only ex was Barriss, who she was still good friends with. Barriss had broken it off to focus on work over a year ago, and it had been hard on Ahsoka at first, but they got over it and were back to just being a little bit awkward. With an eye roll and a scoff, Ahsoka pulled out Barriss's contact and pressed the call button. The phone rang out on speaker, just getting Barriss's voicemail. "There, ya happy?" Ahsoka asked, then turned to someone else.

The game went around and around, questions about the last time someone had sex and dares to kiss someone else flying across the room as the team members who obviously knew each other too well publicly tortured one another. Eventually, someone said your name.

"Truth or dare?" It was Echo, who Ahsoka had told you was finally competing again after tearing his ACL. He had kind eyes, and the room seemed electric, so you made your choice without much thought.

"Uh, dare?" Echo smiled in a way that seemed apologetic, and you realized that perhaps this was a terrible idea. Was the room holding its breath, or was it just you?

"Okay, I dare you to straddle Anakin for three minutes." The room erupted, cheers and hollers coming from every player in the nearby vicinity. "Get it, Cap" came from somewhere on your right, and a whistle came from your left. Anakin looked white as a sheet, and you noticed he was staring at Echo with murder in his eyes. They'd pay for that in practice, most likely. He was leant back on his arms, legs criss-crossed, but the position suddenly looked tense. A muscle in his jaw bulged. The chants weren't stopping, and you decided to get it over with.

Whether it was the alcohol coursing through you or some newfound bravery, you weren't sure, but you started moving over to Anakin, who was three seats to your right, near a wall. He made eye contact with you, his gaze softening, and you could practically hear him asking you if you were okay with this. You were, you realized. It was probably the alcohol talking. The wolf whistles of the other players faded away, and sitting on his lap suddenly became the only thing you wanted.

You hitched one leg across Anakin's body, then sank down so that you were sitting on him. The rough material of his jeans slid against your bare thighs, and you cursed your choice not to wear pants. Your stomach was pressed to his chest, and you noticed that, even though your cleavage was in his eyeline and you always thought he was easily swayed by tits and ass, his eyes were intently staring into yours. In your shadow and the dark light, they were blown wide, the black almost consuming his blue irises. A world away, someone yelled that they had started a timer.

Somewhere behind your back, Ahsoka slipped Echo five bucks. You wouldn't have noticed if she had done it in front of you, because you were too busy trying to slow the beating of your heart. Or was that his? You couldn't tell. Everything was a bit fuzzy. In this position, you were above him for the first time, looking down at those eyes that were casting you a look that churned something inside you. With that look, you were back in the lab, and he was telling you to jump up onto the table, and his hands were all over you. You'd lose yourself in that moment, if you could.

Anakin's eyes traveled down your figure with a hard gulp that bobbed his Adam's apple. His gaze lingered on your low-cut front, tracing over the seams, then reaching down to your thighs. In your drunken state, you hadn't noticed the amount of skin that was exposed when your dress rode up. He definitely did. You felt something slowly changing beneath you, and it took you a second to comprehend that he was getting hard. Because of you. You rationalized it as the reaction any person with a penis would have to being straddled like that. Right?

His heavy breathing seemed to confirm it, and Anakin mouthed 'sorry' when he felt himself press against you subtly. You distinctly did not mind. His eyes flicked down between your legs, where the skirt had ridden up so that one wrong--or right--move would let him see what was underneath it. Him seeing you didn't bother you one bit, actually. You kind of wanted him to put a hand to you, press his fingers inside you. Maybe he could take you upstairs to one of the rooms and fuck you furiously. Or maybe you could shove what you were feeling against your legs into your throat. Or maybe one, then the other.

His gaze met yours again before sliding down to your lips and staying there. The same energy that he had when he was one-upping you, confidently answering a question in class, or telling you to re-solder your work grew in his eyes. That intensity. That fierce desire for success. You found it incredibly attractive then, but now, it was irresistible.

The timer beeped, and you thought of the 3D printer that night in the lab. Cockblocks, the both of them. The others in the room cheered as you got off him instantly, then slinked back to your usual seat. Now that you were sitting on your own, it became obvious that the heat between your thighs was not entirely from his legs warming you up. You pulled the hem of your skirt down just a tad. The adrenaline of the moment hadn't stopped, even though you were reminded of the existence of the crowd that had just watched you. You didn't want it to end. You'd give anything for the room to be empty right now, like the lab at night. You pulled out your phone and sent a message to Anakin, your fingers wobbly on the keyboard.

Upstairs. Follow me in 3 mind, the text said. Fuck. Maybe you were a bit drunk. *Mins, you corrected. Anakin checked his phone almost instantly, his eyes still locked on you from before, and quickly typed something back. k. You waited two more rounds of questions before getting up.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you said to Ahsoka, who was absorbed in some kind of debate with Fives and Cody. She nodded at you, and then you were off. You weaved through people, up to the floor with the bedrooms, which was much less populated than the downstairs. There were a few rooms that seemed either occupied or locked, but one at the end of the hall sat ajar. You entered, leaving the door cracked so Anakin would know where you were, then sat down on the bed. It was a twin, in a decently clean room that had a bunch of posters for bands along the walls. Whoever lived here really liked Pink Floyd, apparently. It was actually nice up there; the music was pumping through the building, but it was a nice backdrop this far from the speakers. The window was open, so the cool breeze was flowing.

A few moments later, the door opened. The second you saw Anakin, you pounced on him. He let out a slightly surprised mmph, but then feverishly kissed you back. Anakin tasted like alcohol and orange juice, but you didn't mind. As long as he was kissing you, he could taste however he wanted. One of his hands scrabbled behind him to find the door handle and shut it, while the other came up to your jaw. Whatever desires he had downstairs, he was clearly showing them now. His hand went down to grab your ass, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. You pressed yourself against him, just like you were downstairs, your whole bodies melded together until you didn't know where he began and you ended. The way Anakin kissed you was intoxicating, more so than any of the shots you had taken that night. More than any drug you would ever take. That fire, that anger-desire-passion-whatever that burned in you intensified until the music downstairs and the unfamiliar surroundings faded away, and all you could feel was him.

You rocked your hips forward, just to test his response, and he growled into your mouth with a ferocity you didn't expect, but loved anyway. Fuck, you'd do anything to hear that again, to hear it all the time. He pulled your hips into his, grinding against you in the process.

Suddenly, he twisted around so he was pressing you against the door with his body enveloping you. Anakin trailed down from your lips to your jaw to your neck. The little nips and wet kisses were driving you wild, so you decided to return the favor and snaked your hand down his chest, which was shockingly hard and muscular, until you reached the hem of his shirt. Your fingers toyed with the edges where his skin met the soft cotton, and you could feel his ragged intake of breath when you trailed even further up. He pulled away, his breathing still heavy. You thought and hoped he would take his shirt off. To show you what you'd seen on the rare times his shirt had ridden up while he took off a hoodie or jacket. Instead, he just looked at you and stopped.

"Fuck me, please," you whispered into the room. For a moment, he looked like he was strongly considering it, and you found yourself praying he would say yes.

"How many drinks have you had?"

"I don't know, like four? Does it matter?" You shrugged. "It doesn't change that I want you," you whispered in a way you hoped was seductive. Anakin got off you so quickly that you were almost hurt, but he still remained close enough that it soothed the sting.

"I'm sorry. It's going to kill me to say this, but we shouldn't do this now. I've only had one drink and you're clearly not thinking straight," he said. His eyes were so full of concern that you almost didn't get mad at him. Almost.

"No, I'm thinking very straight. I'll say the alphabet backwards if you want," you offered, getting closer to him again. He took another step back.

"I'm talking about your decisions. I don't want to have sex, and then have you wake up in the morning and regret it. Just--let's go back to yours." He caught the look in your eye, which clearly meant that yes, you would indeed like to go back to your place, then hurried to add more.

"Not like that. You go to sleep. I'll stay in your living room. In the morning, if you still want to do this, I'll fuck you right then and there." Anakin rumbled the last words out so intently, so full of promise, that you finally conceded.

"Fine, let's go. But as soon as I wake up, I'll take you up on that. And then I'm going to the lab. I've gotta get back to work," you said, letting him past you to open the door for you. Anakin chuckled.

"Maybe you're more sober than I thought." The two of you went back down the hallway, past the other closed doors to the staircase, which was somehow even sweatier than you remembered, then past the living room to the entrance. Anakin's hand was clasped around yours the entire time, to make sure he didn't lose you, and you found that, actually, you didn't mind the contact. You wanted to do it a lot, even sometimes outside of sex. But that was the tequila talking. In fact, the tequila was doing a lot of talking right now, and the world was a little bit wobbly and fluid. Your head was heavy, and you found yourself stumbling a few times in your impractical heels.

Somehow, in all the chaos, Anakin found Rex by the entrance. You couldn't hear every word he said, but you caught "too drunk," "going home," and "make sure Ahsoka gets home safely." The 15 minute walk home passed by in a blur because you were a bit too distracted by the smell of Anakin's jacket around your shoulders. You really were stumbling around, and Anakin had to catch you a few times, but you made it back to your dorm in one piece.

This time, instead of going to the west elevator, Anakin followed you to the east, then up, up, all the way until you got to the tenth floor. Your key scraped against the lock, and you could hear Anakin's impatient sigh as you missed the hole again. You finally got it in, then got into your apartment and immediately flopped face-first onto your bed. Everything was a muddled mess after that. Anakin helped you take your shoes off, though not without making fun of you for being so drunk first, and then handed you a makeup wipe. You slapped it across your face a few times, then tossed it to the side. With a quick "good night," Anakin was about to leave your bedroom to crash on the living room couch.

"C'mere," you called, sitting up and stopping him in his tracks. He approached the bed, then sat down next to you until you put your head on his shoulder. This was bad, you knew, but it felt, for a moment, like that didn't matter. "Stay." Your voice was so small, so quiet. Vulnerable.

"I want to, but, no, I really should--" You interrupted him, still a little drunk and groggy but definitely annoyed. Could the bastard stop trying to be chivalrous for one second?

"If you don't stay, I am gonna dunk your Arduino in water. After you've soldered it." The threat was slightly diminished by the way you nuzzled his shoulder, but it worked anyway. Anakin was always a sucker. His deep sigh confirmed it.

"Fine. Just--oh God this is weird--let me take off my jeans if I'm going to sleep in a bed." You nodded and watched as he stood up, then unbuttoned them and pulled them down so he was in loose boxers and his t-shirt. His strong legs were on display, and you filed the image away for later as he crawled in behind you on the tiny twin bed. Your bed was shoved into the corner of the room, so he had to smush himself between you and the wall, but he managed it with only minimal complaining. He was so warm, so big and comforting. Maybe this was the relaxation you needed tonight, not a stupid party. Maybe you could do this more often. Anakin put his arm around your stomach, pulling you into him. Yup, you definitely had to do this more often. His breath tickled the back of your neck delightfully, and his bare legs felt incredible against yours.

"Is this okay?" You didn't have time to answer with anything more than a mhmm before you fell asleep. It was the most restful sleep you had in months, but that wasn't because of Anakin. Maybe it was. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't so bad. Maybe you liked him a bit, when he wasn't being an ass. But that was probably the tequila talking. It was the tequila, really.

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nualaofthefaerie · 1 year ago

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Sandman s2, confirmed news!

I see a lot of speculation on the topic, so as someone who has closely followed and confirmed information, I am comprising this thread of confirmed Season 2 leaks that I will update regularly.

This is inspired by @orionsangel86 rant, and I have no real following here for people to listen to me, but I hope this will allow the fandom to discover me as a Sandman creator.

All information has been thoroughly confirmed, and some of it was found by me. I will try to keep the chronological order:

1. Ruairi O'Connor is our Orpheus

Well...I don't have to explain, the man's face is on there, plus Melissanthi Mahut follows him on Instagram

2. Esme Creed Miles is our Delirium

Back in August, we suspected Esme Creed Miles had joined the cast of the Sandman as our Delirium when Lourdes Faberes posted this picture with this caption:

Soon after the entire cast followed Esme and since then have interacted and been in the same place multiple times including last week when Donna and Mason were filming:

3. Barry Soloane is our Destruction

His wife spoiled it, and he has it on top of his acting credits. He is followed by all of the Endless and Neil on Instagram, and they interact regularly.

4. Midsummer Night's dream is filmed/being filmed

As you can see from this leaked call sheet from the same day, the scenes included elves and fairies + the caravan + the people who asked what was filmed on their walk basically confirms Midsummer Night's Dream

5. Wanda and Ruby's characters are being merged and are being played by Indya Moore

We have no further information on the changing of storylines.

+ a lot of minor roles have been confirmed as well but those are of no vitality.

6. Names of six of the supposed 12 episodes have leaked

(In no particular order)

"Season of Mists"

"Brief Lives"

"Family Blood"

"The Song of Orpheus"

"The Ruler of Hell"

"More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold"

Source is WhatsOnNetflix (reliable source)

!!The next ones are speculations since we cannot confirm them but it is quite likely as timelines fit:

1. Ferdinand Kingsley has filmed the Season of Mists dream sequence

The only clue we have of that, is that he maintained a hairstyle similar to Hob's with a longer beard for a while and has recently chopped it all off.

2. Filming of "Season of Mists" in Brighton Pavillion on the 20th of February

According to eyewitnesses, the production was humongous, the extras and actors were dressed in gothic/mythical/monster/horror attire, which excludes the location from being Destiny's garden or have anything to do with the Family dinner, leaving Season of Mists as the most plausible conclusion

3. On-site location filming on Castle Arce in the week of March 15th

The Castle Arce area has lots of mazey parts, dare I say Destiny's garden, but that is pure speculation. (I just found these so I have not had the time to decipher them properly).

3. Destiny will be POC

I sincerely hope that to be true. The only semi-clue we have that suggests this might be true is the picture from Lourdes (above with Esme) and the fact that Adrian Lester is in the picture, but he is not part of the cast or seen in leaks anywhere. We hope for news soon.

That's it, folks.

Those are all leaks compiled in a comprehensive list to avoid further speculation. I will be updating the list accordingly and if anyone has questions, feel free to send them my way, I feel confident in all the ones that we have confirmed to be true.

Love,

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 9 months ago

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you're gonna go far

eddie & wayne picture fic based on this post

(long post ahead, but bear with me)

4/10/1984 Eddie, I’m starting this letter after you came home with the letter from the school saying you’re not graduating this year. I could tell you didn’t believe me when I told you it’ll be alright, that it’ll all work out in the end. That it did for me when I had the same talk with my pa.. but you eventually stepped back from the edge, I think, you’re in your room now. There was something else there too, which is really why I'm writing this now. You have the same look in your eye that I saw in my own reflection long before I got drafted, the look I saw in your dad’s when Lizzie told us she was pregnant. You’re already planning your escape. And I won’t hold it against you when you do kick rocks, I just pray you give me a little warning so I can say goodbye. And I ain’t a praying man. I’m tucking away some cash with this for when you go. Don’t have much, but I have you. And I wanna make sure you have the best start you possibly can.

10/11/1984 It’s been rough for you again. Working at Merrill’s has been good for you. Getting fresh air, sunshine, shit, even your gangly noodles you call arms are looking less noodley. But they just sent you home early today.. something wrong with the crop and they won’t need the extra hands this season. That, starting school again, even Ronnie leaving last week.. I know you two kids were close. You ain’t even getting all excited for halloween! Adding some more cash for you, little more than I could last time. Just hang in there kiddo.

6/5/1985 I think you think you don’t know, and I’m willing to let you pretend for a little while longer, but shit, Eddie, you think I wouldn’t know when graduation was supposed to be just because you weren’t the one to tell me? You know I won’t be mad at you. If you don’t say anything for another week, I will. 6/7/1985 - There it is.

7/22/1985 I was able to talk you down again that night, and you ‘re getting back to your old self again. I still can’t believe you had your whole room all packed up like that. I’ll give ya that speech all over again as many times as you need, but I’ll write it down here for you: You’re gonna go far, Eddie. You’re gonna tear outta here next year and you’re gonna knock ‘em all dead. You are so talented, you are much more than any of us Munsons have ever been or will ever be, and you’re gonna be the biggest star in the world. You mark my words. And I know you’re gonna fight leavin’ when the time comes, thinking you need to take care of me or some crap but I promise you: The birds’ll still sing, the trailer will still creak, the leaves will die and fall like they do every year, but I’ll be here whenever you need to come back. I’ll be here as long as you need. If that’s forever, so be it.

8/15/1985 I’m taking you up north this weekend. Just to get away, y’know? Before your LAST senior year starts. Might be cutting it a little close on funds, happens when you’re trying to survive, but we’re overdue for a change of scenery. We ain’t living just to die. Only a little going in this time, but I’ll be damned if I don’t add something along with a new note.

10/5/1986 Been a while since I added to this, huh? Well, it’s finally happening. You are leaving tomorrow and boy did you make a stink before you did. Went on a whole tirade about needing to get out of this damn town, about not being able to get anywhere when everyone except me is against you. I wanted to point out that you’ve got your band guys and that Harrington boy in your corner too, but I didn't think you’d like me interrupting your whole big speech about who it is you love and being queer and all that with a “Yeah. I know. You and Steve make moon-eyes at each other all the damn time.” I’ll make sure to pass on your info to him when I get it. He doesn’t seem like one to hold a grudge (or at least not hold it long), so I'm sure he’ll be the first in line to greet you the next time you find yourself in our neck of the woods. Those kids’ll miss you too y’know. They’ll be college age before you know it. I’m gonna pack up this envelope and stash it in your stuff somewhere I know you’ll find it again. so you can find it when you need it. Can’t believe I managed to save you close to a grand. Not enough by a long shot, but it’ll help ya for a while. Been saving for a years now, y’know.. Now Eddie. I told you all this last year, and just now before you slunk off to bed, but here it is again, just in case you need to hear it: - I’m proud of you. - I love you more than you’ll know. - You love whoever it is you want to love (as long as i’m on that list somewhere) - I’m glad you’re getting out of here when you can. And I’ll continue to be glad that you did even when things get hard. When I’m doing all the chores around here myself, when I go visit Al in county even though I know all we’re gonna do is fight… I’ll be so grateful you’re making your own way in the world far from here. I’m not angry at you, Teddy. But you’ll be the greatest thing I’ve lost. I’ll always be here if you need me. Wayne

some notes!

-i hc wayne as a military man ofc and bc of that, my own sloppy, all caps, post military handwriting is perfect for him!

-i like to think eddie thinks he's slick and wayne didn't know he liked boys until he was about to leave but wayne knows. of course he knows. al told him why he kicked eddie out, wayne just didn't think it was his place to bring it up before eddie did.

-didn't think too much farther after this, but let's just say that steddie happens when eddie comes back to hawkins in a couple years when the shitheads graduate.

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scary-grace · 5 months ago

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 23) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22

Chapter 23

“Good news,” the doctor says, and you look up from the compound you’re mixing at your station. “Shigaraki is tolerating the procedure much better than I expected. I can only assume it’s thanks to your quirk, and because of how well he’s handling it, we can add another quirk to the mix.”

You’re not sure how you feel about that. “What about the neural load?”

“With just one more, it won’t be a problem,” the doctor says. “All For One carries many quirks, and as Shigaraki will be the next him, it’s in our interests to get him used to it.”

That phrasing is never not going to be weird to you – Tomura not as All For One’s successor, but as the next All For One. “Okay,” you say. You know already that the doctor won’t change his mind. “Which quirk?”

“You’re familiar with our collection of quirk factors, and you know Shigaraki Tomura better than I do,” the doctor says. “Why don’t you choose?”

What would be useful to Tomura? What would he want? You think about it for a moment, try to think about situations Tomura’s found himself in where the lack of a certain quirk has frustrated him. Between the League’s quirks and the collection Tomura’s already receiving from the doctor, there’s really only one gap that you can see. “Does that Nomu’s Warp quirk work on the Nomu itself?”

“Mm — yes,” the doctor for says after a moment. “All For One has used it to travel, when it was in his possession. It would make sense for the next him to have it as well.”

The next him. There’s that phrasing. Again. The doctor is frowning. “Don’t you think he’d want something flashier?”

“Decay is flashy enough,” you say. When you think of the doctor’s quirk collection, you can’t think of anything that matches Tomura’s ability to level a city with the touch of his hand. “He should have something useful. Warp is useful, and it’s not something his opponents will be able to access, even if they do have Kurogiri.”

“Yes, Kurogiri. Has your contact made any progress in figuring out where he’s being held?”

“He’s in Tartarus,” you say. “That’s where they all are.”

All For One, Moonfish, Muscular, Overhaul, and Stain. Mustard is there too, which you find appalling — he’s underage, just like Toga, and neither of them belong in maximum security under 24-hour guard. You’ve heard things about the conditions inside the prison, and they’re awful. If you needed more reasons to win the war to come, you can add Tartarus to the list — you don’t want you or anyone else to wind up inside.

The doctor nods brusquely. “When Shigaraki liberates All For One, remind him to grab Kurogiri as well, won’t you?” Then, as an afterthought: “Overhaul, too. That quirk –”

“It’s gone,” you say. “Tomura Decayed one of his arms, and Compress –”

Something clicks in your head. You take out your phone and call Compress, ignoring the doctor’s complaints. Compress answers. “Yes?”

“Do you still have Overhaul’s arm?” you ask, and the doctor’s complaining abruptly cuts off. Compress answers in the affirmative. “What condition is it in?”

“Pristine condition, given that I haven’t released it — other than that unfortunate instance with your coffee table,” Compress says. “Why?”

“Keep it like that. We might need it later,” you say. You thank Compress, hang up, and turn to the doctor again. “We have one of Overhaul’s arms, preserved at the point it was removed from his body. Will that work?”

“Yes,” the doctor says, startled.

“Good.” You’re not sure how Tomura will feel about getting Overhaul’s quirk, and that’s the least of your worries. “Won’t that be too many quirks? If we’re already adding Warp –”

“Oh, Overhaul isn’t for Shigaraki,” the doctor says. “It’s for you.”

You stare at him in horror. “You’ve been very insistent in your role as the team’s medic,” the doctor says. “With your quirk, at the moment, you’re only useful to Shigaraki. With the Overhaul quirk, you could heal your other comrades’ injuries with ease.”

He’s right. With Overhaul’s quirk you’d be beyond effective as a medic. You already have the anatomy knowledge you’d need to use it. But you don’t want any part of what Tomura’s been going through., and when the doctor looks at you, he reads it all over your face. “We’d wait until Shigaraki possesses All For One, of course,” he says. “That would make the transfer painless. And we’d transfer a copy, to avoid any personality contamination.”

“Personality contamination?” you repeat, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“You’re familiar with the way that transplanted hearts carry the characteristics of their original owners. It’s the same for quirk factors,” the doctor says. “With a copied quirk, the level of influence is significantly lower. So there really is no reason for you to refuse to take on Overhaul’s quirk at all.”

Something about that pulls a thread in the background of your mind. It bothers you, but not as much as the idea of taking on Overhaul’s quirk in the first place. “That quirk killed one of our friends. The rest of the League won’t want me to have it.”

“The same quirk brought your friend back, didn't it? I’m sure you can convince them,” the doctor says. “In any case, if you’re certain that Warp will suit Shigaraki best —“

“I am.”

“We’ll begin preparing the transfer,” the doctor says. “How are the bullets coming?”

“I think I’ve fixed the problem,” you say. “I’m ready to run another test.”

“Excellent. We’ll run it now.”

When you test the bullets, you test them on clones of the doctor. It was his idea, not yours — to ensure the bullets are working, you need a quirk that switches off visibly, and the doctor’s clones aging decades in a heartbeat is as good of a tell as it gets. In your last trial run with the bullets, you shut off the quirk factor successfully, but tests confirmed that it began to repair itself almost at once. This time you’ve woven in another quirk — Petrification, which allows the user to paralyze any part of another person once they’ve touched them. The wielder, whoever they were, likely used it for full-body paralysis, but you’ve been tinkering with it, narrowing it down. You think you’ve created a compound that isolates and nullifies the victim’s quirk, and with Petrification added in, you can make the change permanent.

You think you’ve made the change permanent, and according to the tests the doctor runs on the double you just stabbed with one of the needle-tipped bullets, you’re right. “Excellent work,” the doctor says. “I would have come to this conclusion alone, obviously, but it’s much faster with two. All For One will be very pleased, even once he discovers how you lied to him.”

“I didn’t know I had a quirk.”

“I was there,” the doctor says. “You may not have lied knowingly about your quirk, but you certainly concealed the fact that you knew Shigaraki Tomura before his quirk awakened. If you had revealed that, All For One would have removed you.”

You knew that, sort of. Tomura definitely knew. “Still,” the doctor says, almost reflectively, “I suppose it worked out in the end. If All For One had removed you, he would have missed out on the benefits of your quirk.”

Your quirk benefits Tomura, not All For One. Tomura, and only Tomura. If that wasn’t the case, the doctor wouldn’t be talking about giving Overhaul’s quirk to you. The thread pulls a little tighter in the back of your mind, but the doctor cuts the thought off with an instruction before you can follow it. “Start production of the bullets. I’ll prepare Warp for transfer, and we’ll begin this afternoon. Things are moving along very nicely. After this, all that’s left is Super-Regeneration — and of course, All For One.”

The thread pulls tight, then snaps. It’s a good thing the doctor’s already left the room. If he hadn’t, the pure horror that’s rattling your entire body would have given everything away in a heartbeat.

You must be wrong. You have to be wrong. You’re desperate to be wrong — but as you pull the pieces together, you realize that the truth has been there the entire time, and it’s just as terrible as you first thought. Stolen or transferred quirks carry imprints of the original wielder’s personality. The effect can be reduced by transferring a copy, but the doctor is making sure Tomura gets the original All For One. Copies were good enough for the other quirks, but not that one. All this time, you’ve heard the way the doctor refers to Tomura and assumed that he meant to describe Tomura as All For One’s successor. But he’s never said successor, or heir. He always says it the exact same way — Tomura will be the next him.

All For One never meant for Tomura to inherit his role. He plans to transplant his original quirk to Tomura and steal Tomura’s body for himself.

The realization crashes down on you so hard that you nearly black out, but you drop your head between your knees and force yourself to breathe. Passing out won’t save Tomura. If you want to save him, you have to think. You have to make a plan. But planning right now feels like an impossibility. Doing anything feels like an impossibility, because you’re still you. Functionally quirkless. All but defenseless even with a clip of quirk-canceling bullets in your gun. Easily dismissed and easily overlooked and the last person anyone would ever suspect of doing anything to subvert Tomura’s — and theoretically All For One’s — plans.

You take slow, deep breaths, trying to slow down your thought process to match. The doctor doesn’t know what he just told you. He doesn’t know that you’ve put the pieces together, and even if he did, he wouldn’t think for a second that you’d try to stop it. After all, he’s watched you stand by as he tortured Tomura for the past three months, even allowing yourself to be pulled in to help him do it. If you didn’t blink at that, why would you blink at this? You’re loyal to Tomura’s vision, which the doctor thinks is the same vision as All For One’s. You’d never dream of crossing him.

Except you’re not loyal to All For One’s plans, or even Tomura’s plans. You told Spinner when he asked, the same way as you told yourself when you set off down this path — you’re loyal to Tomura, to Tenko, and no one else. That loyalty means you’ll cross him sometimes. It means that you’ll foil his plans if you have to. In this case, it means that you’ll stop him from receiving All For One.

Even as the thought comes to you, you know it’s impossible. You could beat the doctor in a fight, you’re pretty sure — his quirk extends his lifespan at the cost of his physical strength and speed, and when it comes to protecting Tomura, you’re basically insane — but he has Nomus on his side, and if you blow your cover and lose, it’s over. So you can’t take All For One out of the equation. Tomura will wind up with the quirk no matter what.

He’ll wind up with the quirk, but there’s no reason for him to wind up with the original. If you make sure he’s given a copy instead —

The plan clicks into place and the instant it does, the urge to enact it becomes overpowering. You grit your teeth, trying to ignore the buzzing in your limbs, the panic that floods your system with adrenaline and makes your hands shake. You can’t do anything right now. You don’t need to do anything right now. Warp is being transferred this afternoon. All For One is next, and Super-Regeneration last. You have time to figure out how to make sure the quirk factor the doctor transplants into Tomura isn’t the same one he took from Tomura’s master. In the meantime, you need to make sure the doctor doesn’t suspect you. If he suspects you, he’ll lock you out of the process in a heartbeat.

He told you to work on the bullets. You still need the bullets. You clench your hands into fists, ordering them to stop shaking, and when they don’t, you lose patience with yourself and go fumbling through one of the supply cabinets in the lab for a scalpel.

You remember promising Tenko that you’d stop — or maybe just swearing that you didn’t do it anymore — and the times he’s seen you naked since you started again have been few enough and far enough between to allow the injuries to heal. You’ll have all the time in the world for the three lines that you carve into your hip to fade, and by the time you’ve wiped the blood away and taped down a sterile pad and disposed of the scalpel at the bottom of a sharps container, you’re calm again. You know what you need to do. You won’t let this happen to Tenko. You can save him. You will.

Making the bullets is time-consuming. By the time the doctor comes back from tending to the Nomus he’s cooking up, you’ve only made three. Three, to go with the five Tomura and the others stole from Overhaul — and while you’ve been working on it, you’ve added a twist to your plan. The doctor peers over your shoulder at your progress, then goes to the window to observe Tomura. “We’ll let him rest a little longer before we transplant Warp. I’m hungry. Go and bring me some food from the cafeteria — and some for yourself as well. You look terrible.”

You’ve been hearing that a lot lately. It’s apparently a good thing your costume includes a veil. As much as it irks you to act like the doctor’s servant, you need him in a good mood, so you change into a set of scrubs and head to the cafeteria, blending in easily with the other staff members. This is the kind of place you might have worked one day, if nothing had changed, if you hadn’t found Tenko again. You were proud of working at the clinic, but you’d have been proud to work in a hospital, too. A hospital would have paid better, had better benefits, and depending on the specialty you were in, maybe better hours. The kind of things you’d have needed if you ever wanted to start a family.

You don’t think about things like that anymore. You hop in line at the cafeteria, order what the doctor likes and something you know you won’t do more than pick at, and make your way back down to the lab, willing your hands not to shake, willing your breath to stay even. You deliver the food to the doctor, and then, rather than retreat like you usually do, you sit down at the far end of his workspace. The doctor raises his eyebrows. “Can I help you?”

“Sir, I had a question for you,” you say. Sir never hurts with men of a certain age, and since you’ve used it before, the doctor won’t smell a rat to hear you use it again. “All For One — the quirk — it’s instantaneous, right? The target’s quirk is gone as soon as All For One touches them and decides to take it.”

“Yes,” the doctor says. “Why do you ask?”

“The compound in the bullets I’m making isn’t that fast,” you say. “It’s quick, but if the person who was shot acted quickly enough, they could counter-strike before their quirk was destroyed. So I was wondering if — um — I know it’s the most important quirk you have, but –”

You play up nervousness, anxiousness, a desire to please. The kind of thing the doctor expects to see from a devoted servant, one who’d die for her master. The doctor smiles kindly, or condescendingly. From him, they look the same. “You’re wondering if you can have a copy of All For One for your experiments?”

You nod. “The compound in the bullets works now, but I’d like to make it even better. I want to help Tomura as much as I can.”

The last part is true, at least. “You’ve asked nicely, and you’ve been quite diligent,” the doctor says. “Of course you can have a copy. I believe there are three or four in storage, and of course Mocha can make more if needed.”

“He remembers how?” you ask. “He’s made a lot of copies recently.”

“Of course, but you may wish to jog his memory,” the doctor says. “The original is stored in the repository, the same as the others. Show it to him and he’ll replicate it again. But do try to be judicious with your work, dear. Waste not, want not.”

“Yes, sir,” you say at once. The doctor tilts his head, studying you. “Sir? What is it?”

“You don’t look well,” he says abruptly. “At this proximity, maintaining Shigaraki’s increased healing factor shouldn’t strain you.”

“I’m not — strained,” you say at once. “Just tired. Uh — and hungry.”

“You aren’t eating.”

“I was nervous to ask you about All For One,” you confess. That’s not a lie, either. You look down at your bowl, feeling tears spring to your eyes. “I don’t want to let Tomura down. I’ve been trying as hard as I can –”

All true. “But I’m worried it won’t be good enough,” you continue. “What if it’s not enough, and something happens because of me, and he –”

“Well, you can at least be assured that you won’t live to see it,” the doctor says. “Your quirk will bleed you dry to keep him alive. But we’ll render that unnecessary all too soon. Once Super-Regeneration is transplanted and combined with the effects of your quick, Shigaraki’s transformation into the second coming of All For One will be assured.”

That’s a new phrasing. He hasn’t used that one before. For a second you wonder if you’re wrong — but then as you sniffle over your bowl of cafeteria ramen and the doctor passes you a handkerchief, you decide that it doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or right. With the course of action you’re planning to take, Tomura will get All For One’s quirk no matter what. All you’re going to do is remove any chance that he’ll get All For One’s soul along with it.

The transplantation of Warp goes as well as it could. The sound of Tomura’s screams rings in your ears almost constantly, and every time a procedure ends and you’re left to care for him before he returns to stasis, you’re terrified that he won’t forgive you for your part in it. But it’s not just that he forgives you — it’s that he doesn’t seem to blame you in the first place. “It was my idea, not yours,” he mumbles, when the words blur their way out of your mouth. “Just stay here.”

“Of course,” you say, like always. The hole in his stomach’s closed now — he can eat and drink, although the only thing you’ve been able to get him to accept is a few sips of water. He wouldn’t even drink it at first. It took you dabbing a wet cloth across his lips for him to open his mouth. “You’re almost done after this. Two more and then it’s over.”

Tomura nods. His eyes are closed. “When it’s over,” he starts, then grimaces. You raise the cup of water to his lips again and he takes it from you with a shaky hand, drains it, sets it aside. “Over here. There’s room.”

You look askance at him. “On the operating table?” There’s not room by any stretch of the imagination. “Tomura –”

He shakes his head. “Not Tomura.”

“Tenko.” You lower your voice. “Will you eat something if I sit with you?”

“Why don’t you want to –”

“I do. I just want you to eat something, too.” You study him, wondering what’s going through his head, hoping he’ll agree. After a long moment, he nods. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

You end up sitting towards the end of the operating table, Tenko’s legs propped up in your lap as he picks at a plate of food. His muscles are stiff — you could tell when he lifted his legs up to stretch them across your lap — so you massage them gently, trying to work the knots out. Tenko relaxes by degrees. “What did I get today?” he asks after a while.

“You’re doing really well, so the doctor told me to pick an extra quirk for you. I chose Warp.”

“Warp?” Tenko’s mouth curves into a smile. “Bad call. Now I can come get you whenever I want.”

“If you think I don’t want to be with you all the time, you haven’t been paying attention.” You wish you were sitting closer to him, or that the plate wasn’t in the way. You want to hold him closer than this. “You were saying something earlier, about when this is over. When it’s over, what do you want to do?”

“Win. Fast.” Tenko picks at the food you brought him. “Before that I want to do stuff. With you.”

“Like, sex stuff?” You’re having a hard time thinking of stuff the two of you haven’t already done that doesn’t start to veer into kinks. The two of you haven’t talked about kinks. “Sure. I’m not sure what kind of stuff you’re thinking about, but we can probably –”

Tenko’s kneed you lightly in the stomach. “What was that for?”

“Not sex stuff.” Tenko peels one eye open and catches the look you’re giving him. “Not just sex stuff. Other stuff. Date stuff.”

“We’ve gone on dates,” you remind him. “Two of them.”

“Those aren’t real dates,” Tenko says. Ouch. “Where we go somewhere and do something. Like a movie. Or the arcade –”

“That kind of date,” you say. Your heart sinks a little bit. “I don’t know if there’s anywhere we can do that where it would be safe.”

“The PLF has other towns. Not just the one we fought in. We can go there.” Tenko’s plate is empty. He sets it aside. “And stay there, after.”

“After the date?” you ask. Tenko shakes his head but doesn’t explain. “After — oh.”

After he wins. After the old world ends, in the new one. You’ve known Tenko was thinking about it, known that some of what you’ve said has taken hold, but aside from jokes about things he wants to ban — cats have been added to the list that already contains heroes, hate groups, and bras — he hasn’t said anything concrete about what he wants it to be like. Except this. Except that he wants to have somewhere to live, and he wants you to live there with him.

And none of that will happen if you can’t stop All For One from stealing his body. “Okay,” you say to Tenko. “We might have to go on multiple dates, then. So we can decide which one we like best. I should warn you, though — I suck at arcade games.”

“I don’t care about that.” Tenko reaches for you, catches you around the waist and pulls you awkwardly in until you’re sprawled against him. It’s not comfortable, but he’s doing his level best to get comfortable anyway. “I’m good enough for both of us.”

“I know.” You’ve believed him every time he said that, ever since you were kids. He’s promised he could do it, whatever it was, for both of you, and you’ve never doubted him. You’re not doubting him now. But at the same time, you know that what needs to happen now is something only you can do. You need to do it for both of you. “Ten?”

He’s falling asleep. His grip on you is loosening even as he tries to wrap you around him. “Yeah?”

“I love you,” you say. “You know that, right?”

He nods. “Always knew,” he mumbles. His next words are slurred, almost incomprehensible. “Same here.”

You’re still sitting with Tomura when the doctor comes back in. He takes one look at you both and rolls his eyes. “Get up. The sooner we put him into stasis, the sooner we can transplant All For One.”

The doctor usually sends you back once Tomura’s in stasis, but that can’t happen this time. You untangle yourself from Tomura’s arms carefully, giving yourself time to phrase the question. “Can I stay for a little while once he’s under?”

“This again? You already know –”

“Not to sit with him,” you interrupt as carefully as possible. “I want to work on the bullets a little more. I promise I’ll stay out of the way. I won’t get underfoot.”

“You haven’t been underfoot,” the doctor says. “A bit sentimental, perhaps, but you’ve made yourself quite useful. You can stay, but you’ll have to stay overnight. Johnny will need a break after this next trip.”

“Which trip?”

“I want you to retrieve Overhaul’s arm,” the doctor says. “While I’m sure Compress has it safely stored, it’ll be better preserved here.”

You nod. Another stupid idea is churning in the back of your mind, but you shove it away. One crazy idea at once is the most you can handle. You tell yourself that, but your mouth has different ideas. “I can preserve it once it’s here, sir. If that would help.”

“That will be very helpful indeed,” the doctor says, smiling. “If you were worried that All For One would be unforgiving of your lie, Saintess, I’d cease to worry about it. He rewards loyal service generously.”

You nod, and close your eyes as the taste of warp sludge fills your mouth. One thing at a time. One plan. One course of action. Nothing else you do will matter if you can’t use your perceived loyalty to All For One to stop him from destroying Tomura.

Spinner and Re-Destro pounce the instant you get back, but then Hawks puts in an appearance, and Spinner detours to run interference while you run to find Compress. You badly need to talk to Spinner — you have to warn him what All For One is trying to do — but you can’t with Hawks sniffing around. Spinner doesn’t come to find you until you’ve already packaged Overhaul’s severed arm for transport, when you’re in the act of calling the doctor to tell him to bring you back. “You’re not staying? I thought he was going into stasis –”

“He is. This is something else.” You try to think of what to tell Spinner, what he’ll need to know if you’re caught and taken out of the picture. There isn’t much, now that you think about it. Even if the doctor catches you, it’ll already be too late. “Listen. If anything happens to me, go to Jaku hospital. Down below. That’s where the doctor is, and the Nomus –”

“What do you mean, if something happens to you?” Spinner’s eyes widen. “Is something going to happen to you? What’s going on?”

“There’s not time. Just — if I’m not back, go there. Don’t leave Tomura there –”

You break off, coughing. Warp sludge is filling your throat. “Don’t leave him. Remind him –”

“About what?”

“Who he is.” It’s the only hint you can give. Then warp sludge chokes off your voice, and when it clears, you’re alone in the darkness beneath Jaku hospital once more.

You wait through the rest of the day. Into the night. You make the doctor hover over you as you work to extract and preserve Overhaul’s quirk factor, taking up so much time that he’s glad to leave you alone when it’s done. As soon as he’s gone, you get moving. You’re familiar with the organization of the quirk database by now, and you go straight for All For One. One original quirk, and three copies. Or so you think.

You’re pretty sure the doctor doesn’t suspect you, but if you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t trust anybody when it came to preserving Tomura’s plans. You set the original quirk factor on its glass slide on the workbench and study it for a moment. It doesn’t look like much — just three full layers of skin, peeled from the palms of All For One’s hands. Your stomach twists when you think about how agonizing it must have been to remove. All For One’s palms have holes in the center of them. You don’t remember that from the hand that closed over your face the first time you came here, but you had other things on your mind.

You set the original aside, then line up the copies alongside it. “Mocha-chan,” you say, and the Nomu appears at your side. “I need a copy of the original quirk.”

Mocha makes it for you, and you affix it onto a new slide, peeling the label off of the original and adding it to complete the picture. Then you tuck it back into the archive in the proper spot and slide it shut.

Next, you pick up a scalpel, and you start with the copies, dragging the blade of the scalpel firmly across each one. You’re not pressing hard enough to cut through the layers of skin completely, but as you test each copy, they collapse into sludge when the pressure grows too firm. You destroy each one, then turn your attention to the quirk labeled as the original. Time to find out if the doctor’s even slightly suspicious of you. If he is, there’s no way he’ll have left the original All For One quirk factor within your reach. You wouldn’t.

You cut into the peeled-away palm of All For One’s hand, biting deep enough to cut through it entirely, but it doesn’t collapse. You cut into it again, amputating the thumb, but the integrity of the quirk factor remains intact. So the doctor does trust you, then. Your heart is racing, and in spite of the fact that you have the proof you need, you continue to cut, slicing All For One’s quirk to ribbons. And when that’s done, when you’re surrounded by nothing but slivers of skin, you drop the slide to the floor and crush it under your heel.

It doesn’t feel like enough. You want to stomp on it harder, and after a second, you do. You sweep the rest of the slides off the workbench, too, shattering them, and add them to the pile of crushed glass on the ground. You imagine it’s All For One’s face that you’re stepping on, that you’re obliterating what’s left of his features with strike after strike, finishing a job that All Might couldn’t. You aren’t like Tenko. You don’t blame All Might for everything, even if you do see the flaws in heroic society, even if you do believe that the world would be better off if everything about it changed. But you do blame All Might for one thing, one thing that’s unforgivable — failing to save Tenko. If All Might had truly beaten All For One, he would never have stolen your best friend away.

It feels hypocritical to blame All Might when you failed Tenko, too, but you were just a little kid. You weren’t the one who took responsibility for saving everyone. What you’ve taken responsibility for is this — not preventing All For One from being passed to Tenko, but making sure that the piece of his master’s soul gets is as weak as possible. It’s all you can do. It’ll have to be enough, and you tell yourself that it is, that it will be. A shadow of All For One isn’t nothing, but you’re not afraid of it. If you’re by Tenko’s side, you can help him keep it at bay. And maybe if your next plan pans out —

But this plan isn’t finished yet. One thing at a time. You turn to the Nomu again. It’s been watching you silently, its eyes blank and staring. “I’m going to clean this up, you say, gesturing to the glass on the ground. The Nomu says nothing. “I need three more copies of All For One.”

The Nomu makes them for you, and you slide them into the database alongside the copy you’re passing off as the original. Then you get to work sweeping away the glass, sponging away the piles of sludge and scraps of skin, concealing the evidence of what you’ve done. There’s a weird feeling of unease in the pit of your stomach.

At first you can’t figure out what it is. But the further away you get from the destruction of All For One’s original quirk, the clearer it becomes. You’ve lied, you’ve stolen, you’ve been an accessory to kidnappings and murders. You’ve used an illegal weapon and killed someone with it. You’ve been complicit in illegal human experimentation. All of that is more than enough to put you within Kazuo’s parameters. But what you’ve just done feels different. It feels like something you can’t come back from, something that’s subverted All For One’s plans directly, something he or the doctor would happily kill you for. You took the trust the doctor had in you and twisted it into a weapon, manipulated and flattered and pretended yourself into a position to ruin everything, and then you did it without thinking twice.

You know you did the right thing. You aren’t sorry about it. You’d do it again in a heartbeat. But you can’t shake the thought that of everything you’ve done since Tenko came back into your life, this is the one that makes you feel more like a villain than anything else.

<- Chapter 22

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #tenko shimura x reader #tenko shimura x you #shimura tenko x reader #shimura tenko x you #x reader #reader insert #please hold #man door hand hook car door

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di-42 · 10 months ago

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Well, what a good month for reading August has been! A few days off can make such a difference!

As always I'll try and tag the writers whose Tumblr username I know, so they know they are loved!

If your fiction is on this recommendation list and you'd rather I take it off the list, or if you know a writer who's on this list would rather not be, please let me know and I'll remove their fiction immediately.

I have really enjoyed these fictions, including not one but two Christmas stories. In August. Because, why not? i hope you'll love them too!

August's Awesome Fictions

WIPs:

Wavelengths & Frequencies by imposterssyndrome @maaikeatthefullmoon and shades_of_eccles_cakes @shadesofecclescakes (rated E, chapters 5/?)

I'm absolutely loving this enemies-to-lovers human AU where Crowley and Aziraphale are radio DJs. They loathe each other. They also can't stop thinking about each other! Of course they end up working for the same media corporation. The humour in this story is sharp and clever, and the characterisation is excellent! It's updated every Monday and honestly the only problem I have with this story is that I receive the notification email on a Monday morning and need to wait until at least the end of the working day to dive in!

You're The Bad Guys by Nebz_AlphaCentauri @alphacentaurinebula(rated E, chapters 8/?)

Human AU set in the Cold War. Aziraphale is an MI6 agent, Crowley is a KGB agent. They're assigned to the same mission in Berlin by their respective head offices. This story is full of suspense! I love the characterisation of our heroes and each chapter leaves me wanting for more! Updated every Friday.

My own WIP And I Did (rated E, chapters 6/13)

A post season 2 fiction where Aziraphale is Supreme Archangel and Crowley is Grand Duke Of Hell.

In my not-a-summary I say that this is a story about faith, about love, and about choices. Which is true. But I have come to think of it also as my apology dance to Crowley. My headcanon about Aziraphale has always been clear and my first fiction was me sharing that headcanon basically. I wasn't as sure about what Crowley would do after the final 15 as I was about what Aziraphale’s motives were. I didn't see Crowley drinking himself oblivious or taking a road of self destruction. But I didn't know what he would do. So I skipped that part and started that fiction from after the failed second coming, but still I didn't think I did Crowley justice. Then it hit me, and that was when I started writing And I Did. I knew what Crowley would do. Crowley would do what Crowley does. And what does Crowley do best? This is a story about faith, about love, and about choices. I try to update every weekend, but I might not be as reliable as I’d like!

Complete stories:

The Truth About Plants & Queen by ShortInsomniac98 (rated E, 11353 words)

Human AU where Crowley hosts a night radio program and Aziraphale calls in. I love how their relationship develops in this story and I loved to see a friendly side of Gabriel! (And I mean Gabriel!)

The Anon Before Christmas by @foolishlovers (rated E, 66732 words)

Ah. Where to begin. Every now and then, you read a fiction that just makes you feel at home. Makes you feel like you’re in safe hands. Like you’re in for a real treat. This absolute gem has very quickly become my favourite human AU. For several reasons. The characterisation of the two main characters is absolutely spot on. I could hear Crowley talking in DT’s Crowley voice and see him moving in DT’s Crowley way, and I could hear Aziraphale talking in MS’s Aziraphale voice and see him moving in MS’s Aziraphale way. The pace of the development of their relationship from enemies to lovers is just perfect. It’s told from Crowley’s POV and you can see how his perspective changes as the story progresses, but the writer is so good that Aziraphale’s change of perspective shows perfectly through Crowley’s POV too. The array of side characters is so good that it actually pains me to call them side characters. I wrote in one of my comments to the fiction that I will forever adore this story’s Bee, and I meant it, but Newt and Ana are equally fantastic (and I loved the other cameos too!). Also, and this is especially important to me, this story is as much a love story between Crowley and Aziraphale as it is a story of true friendship among all the characters. They look after each other, they have each other’s back, they support each other. I am so lucky and privileged to be able to see myself represented in that aspect of the story. Last but not least, this fiction doesn't overstay its welcome one bit. You are happy about how everyone ended up, but still could read more. It’s like you are part of the gang and want to know what your friends are up to. Everything in this story was perfect. I realise I haven’t mentioned what the plot is about, but hopefully by now you might want to find out for yourself!

Planes, Trains & The Apocalypse by walking_contradiction42 (rated teen, 32382 words)

Human AU where Crowley and Aziraphale meet on a plane on their way to Tadfield (via London) for Christmas. Crowley can't stand Aziraphale and only wants as uneventful a journey home as possible. Ha!

I understand there’s a film with a similar title, you definitely don't need to have watched the film in order to enjoy this lovely fiction.

The Bookseller And The Garden by oceantears (rated teen, 13668 words)

Fluff, fluff, fluff! Canon divergent fiction where Crowley is a demon stationed on earth, Aziraphale is an angel stationed on earth, but they have never met until present day. There's no end of the world in sight, only an angel and a demon falling in love and not knowing how to break it to the other that they're not human. I laughed all the way through.

After The End (part one of Nice And Ominous: A Reluctant Eschatology Of The Second Attempt) by beardo @e-rated-beardo (rated teen, 26086 words)

Crowley learns to cope after Aziraphale goes to heaven, with a little help.from his friends. And from the Bentley. I love the writer’s humour and the conversations between Crowley and the Bentley are hilarious.

Series:

Aziraphale’s Diaries by azzfell, @fellshish

This series is hilarious, warm and fluffy. So far there are four stories, all consisting in, yes you guessed it, Aziraphale’s diary entries. In the first story, Empirical study on the principles of snake care (rated teen, 2048 words), Aziraphale suddenly realises he hasn’t paid enough attention to Crowley snake-y needs. He decides he wants to make up for it. Hilarity ensues. Put your cup of tea down before day 6, trust me. In Experiments of an angel who has read entirely too much fanfic (rated teen, 3064 words), Aziraphale discovers fanfiction shipping him and Crowley and decides he wants to test some of the tropes on the demon. Reading Crowley’s reactions through Aziraphale’s POV lens will make you feel warm inside. Drink down at day 10. In How to be a demon: a brief history of the Arrangement (rated teen, 2663 words), Aziraphale recounts some of the temptations he’d had to do during the years, to honour the arrangement with Crowley. The last entry will make you melt. In Adventures of a mystery shopper in the bookshop (rated teen, 3090 words), Aziraphale is worried that Crowley is getting bored, so he wants to help by giving him something to do. Peeps, for this one don’t even pick your drink up. You’ll end up spitting it all over your laptop/phone/tablet.

One shots:

Keep Digging by Appleseeds (rated teen7068 words)

Human AU. Crowley and Aziraphale work in the same office and Crowley is trying to gather the courage to ask Aziraphale out, only to get cold feet at the last moment. In order to try and save his face, he needs to do what the title says. I howled with laughter. Just put down whatever you’re doing and go read this right now. It’s unbelievably hilarious.

But It’s Pretty by Supergeek21 (rated E, 2544 words)

Aziraphale and Crowley have a conversation on why the Bentley is yellow and why the walls are yellow. Things get deliciously spicy.

You've Got Kudos by curtaincall (rated M, 4128 words)

Aziraphale and Crowley both write Good Omens fanfiction on Ao3. Crowley’s stories are sweet and romantic. Aziraphale’s stories are smutty and spicy. They love each other's stories without knowing who the writer is. This fiction was a treat!

The Corset by smitten_obviously @sabine-smitten-obviously (rated G, 1248 words)

A funny and sweet account of that time in the 17th century when Aziraphale decided to wear a corset. I really loved how sweet Crowley is here, without overdoing it a bit! A little gem.

My own little one shot, Angel! Angel! They're At It Again! (rated M, 5566 words)

It's the year 2030. The world never ended. Aziraphale and Crowley are living happily and safely together as a married couple. Everything would be well, if it wasn't that lately Aziraphale has been a bit busy. A bit distracted. Now, Crowley can't have that, can he? He seeks the advice of his girlfriends, who unwittingly give him an idea on how to liven up his marriage. A fluffy and hopefully funny way to the South Downs cottage.

Poems:

To Wish To Fall by ArchangelRemiel @sassysnakedemon

A lovely and sweet poem that explores different ways of falling.

The Devil's Red Hair by lickthecowhappy

I really loved this very emotional poem! Aziraphale has a little souvenir helping him cope in heaven.

June's list here.

September's list here.

#good omens fanfiction #good omens #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfic #good omens fic #good omens fanfiction recommendation #good omens fanfiction recs #good omens fiction #good omens fiction recs #this fandom is amazing #and incredibly talented

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selkiefinalist · 1 month ago

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BELATED FIC REC POST

okay last(?) week i was really in the mood to rec some fics and then ran out of energy to actually do it but tonight i have a LAPTOP, i slammed a cup of coffee at 8 p.m., and most importantly have a willing heart, so here is a compilation of the various asks i received:

Fic(s) you could do a whole PowerPoint Presentation on:

generations by talahui (hockey fic, ej/nate): except my powerpoint would be about how this is the most important, exactly perfect fic for me and i would make the author (beloved) also present, but much more articulately, on the themes and content of the fic itself, as i am well known as an inarticulate pile of sentient goo. however, here is the loose outline of what my slides would be:

why ejnate is the most important ship ever written

how the author's use of casual/domestic intimacy really came for me but also, you know, tells you everything you need to know about a certain commitment-phobic character's intentions

the power of choice!!! my beloved

how to hurt my feelings while making me happy about it in three steps

the most accurate upper midwest characterizations of all time

scenes that are specifically so painful and also perfect to me. this might be also slide 4 but it's my presentation so i do what i want

future full of yesterdays (1d, narry): godddddd i love this fic, i re-read it a few weeks ago after many years of not having read it and it really held up for me, my powerpoint would be a little rusty but very sincere and every slide would be like 'why this fic is perfect, cont.'

2. a fic you would recommend to get someone into a fandom or pairing you love or have loved

listen i really had to think about this, because hockey fandom is soooooo. like there's so much good stuff, and different stuff, and just. it brings a tear to my eye. but i need to be true to who i am, and i always try to rec stuff that i haven't before, so here is a mix of rarepair fics of varying lengths/ratings/players:

laundry day by screamingcryingthrowingup (~3k, pinto/sanderson). this fic is like if you dared someone to spit in your mouth because you didn't think they would do it but you kind of thought they might because they're a little bit of an asshole and then they actually do spit in your mouth and you're like oh shit

since we're here anyway by robokittens (~4k, chabby/josh). just a really, really good fwb plus a lil extra

cut from the bone by underfallingstars (~80k, i did say there would be varying lengths lol, roope/wyjo). hanahaki disease fic!!! bless this author, i was tearing my hair out through the WHOLE THING

hold by frausorge (2.4k, dillon/jones) for the magic au lovers, i reallllly enjoyed how magic worked in this fic

at home in the uncanny valley by ionthesparrow (~36k) i remember reading this when i was just dipping my toes into hockey rpf and sending it to la and also clawing my face off

3. A fic from a past fandom that you still reread (or at least still think about if you don't revisit old fandoms)

let's go with nevada's fault (~35k, ziall, 1d fandom). ultimate comfort pairing, comfort fic. every three years i go down a big ziall rabbit hole and never ever regret it

4. Fic(s) you would/did create fanart for

one million years ago i made a collage for steph's luckyverse fic. i'm not really an arty person, but i do like doing stuff with my hands

5. Fic(s) that keep you up at night (Either reading or thinking about)

ok well quite literally when i woke up at 3 a.m. on saturday morning FOR NO FUCKING REASON two weekends ago, while also still fuming about season four of the magicians, i read the entirety of damage control for a walking corpse (queliot, ~75k) and then, more slowly, the rest of that series, which really just. the beauty of all life. is something to weep about.

6. Great Angst Fic

i'm not the biggest pure angst fan, like i will definitely read it but some level of angst or whump often crosses the line to straight-up melodrama and that's when i have a hard time sticking with it HOWEVER if you haven't read jes' anything that touches (~50k sidgeno, mind the notes) then i think you should.

in a different way, angst that kind of pries you apart and puts you back together but not in quite the right way, like in a way that's still beautiful and still you but not exactly, try how planets form by caltrain (3k, dumo/yamo)

#fic rec #replies #<-kind of i mean i consolidated several asks #hockey rpf #hrpf #rpf #how many times did i say like or stuff in this #the least articulate person to inhabit this green and blue planet #or whatever my tag is

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videolaa · 6 months ago

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A New Years Kiss: Minho

Hello, long time no see. Happy New Year. Please enjoy this unedited, extremely poorly written one-shot. From a tired, hungover writer. As always, all rights go to videolaa. You are not allowed to discredit my work, I don't post anywhere else unless stated by me.

You batted your eyes, trying to adjust to the lighting in the room. What would have been distant sounds from the kitchen sounded like loud bangs from your newfound hangover. As your vision cleared enough, your eyes widened, realizing that wasn't your bedroom door. This wasn't your bedroom, your sheets, none of it.

An arm tossed itself over your side, making you tense at the feeling onto your bare skin.

Slowly turning to find Minho, sound asleep next to you, shirtless. There was a hard gulp in your throat, trying to process everything that happened, as you tried to piece the puzzle of last night together. A part of you wanted to wake Minho up and ask what happened, but he looked so at peace that you couldn't pull yourself to do it.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, trying to remember everything.

You and your friends decided to go out for a few drinks and watch the countdown. While everyone discussed who's car was taking who to where, you went to get ready. It was new years after all, might as well dress up a bit.

Hyunjin poked fun at you from the drivers seat about Minho, possibly showing up, which made you want to dress up. He wasn't entirely wrong. You did like Minho. He was built, handsome, and he had a beautiful smile that sometimes resembled a bunny. He knew how to make you laugh, especially on days when you felt like crying. Some people said he seemed cold or distant, only they didn't know how caring, funny, and soft Minho was. So maybe you did dress up to see if he would notice yet enough to still blend in for the evening.

He showed up and stuck to the guys and you like you. Slick shots, chasers, and mixing drinks began to swirl with your thoughts. At one point, Seungmin teased you both about not having anyone to kiss at midnight. Remembering you were ready to fire back a comment until Minho raised an eyebrow with a smirk looking at you. "Your alcohol is talking," you pointed out. Minho shrugged, "Mine doesn't have me turning red. Well, how 'bout it. Be my midnight kiss?".

It's just a kiss. He was consenting to it, "Okay. I'll be your midnight kiss." At the twenty-second mark, take a shot for courage.

"10" his eyes went between your lips and eyes, double checking if you were positive with this.

"9" you nodded your head before both of looked at the screen like everyone else.

"8" an arm rested on your back.

"7" the world was quiet.

"6" both of you were leaning in with your hands snaking around his shoulders.

"5" Both of you closed your eyes, and leaned in.

That was all you could remember, not even the cheering. You rubbed your temple, embarrassed by last nights actions. One kiss shouldn't have led to waking up in his bed.

"He's gonna think I'm easy" you mumbled as quietly as possible. You liked him, maybe someone mentioned it and he used it to his advantage - especially adding alcohol into the mix...

With as much strength as you could muster you swung your legs off his bed, trying to slip away in order to get to your trail of close.

Freezing as you heard a tired groan, with a cat like stretch, "Leaving?"

"Yeah," you felt self-conscious now that you were sober, still bare in front of the guy you liked. You wouldn't be surprised if your makeup was smeared across your face. "Give me a minute, and I'll take you home" his voice raspy as he went to leave his bed. "I can call Hyunjin..."

"I'm sorry about... everything," he mumbled. "Don't be, we're both at fault" The air felt unfinished, as if more was supposed to be said, but neither of you could find the right words. "Tell me, do you remember last night?" you asked, quickly pulling your shirt over your head. "Everything got blurry a little after we kissed."

"Was it bad?" Your fingers quickly scrolling to your best friend's contact.

"No, and I don't think the rest was either," his ears were turning pink, causing you to giggle, seeing that thankfully, neither of you remember coming back. "I do remember a certain someone liked having her hands in my hair," he laughed, causing the heat to rise to your face, hitting the call button, your heart leaping to your throat. "I didn't mean -"

"Don't worry, I liked it"

"What?" You stared in disbelief. That did not just come out of his mouth, which had a mischievous smile forming, "I said, I liked it."

Your face was burning, so visible it had Minho shrugging on a pair of sweats as he came over, cupping your face, "You're so red,"

"So are your ears," you shot back. Then he did it again, eyes flickering from your eyes to your mouth. Only his eyes were softer, sober, a soft hello being heard from your phone, repeatedly. "Shit! Hello, sorry"

"You call and don't say anything? Do you want me to have a heart attack?" Hyunjin screamed, bringing throbbing of your head hit you harder than before. "Don't be dramatic, I don't want you to have a heart attack. I was going to ask what you were doing right now -" an echo of vomit, followed by the sound of flushing, was heard in the background. "Are you sick?" Minho raised an eyebrow at the question.

"It comes and goes, last night really-" Hyunjin's body cut him off again, the mere sound was enough to make you feel queasy. "Hello? Is someone there with you?" your voice switched to concern. Only relief you got was Changbin answering, "I got him. He'll be fine. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just trying to check in" you explain.

"And that she has a ride home!" Minho said closer to the phone. "Can you take care of him?" you asked before Hyunjin mumbled something, "Yeah I can do that - she's fine, you two can talk about it later! Minho has her, she's fine! (Y/n) can you call him later?" Changbin huffed. "Yes I promise," you sighed with a slight laughter before hanging up, placing your phone in your back pocket.

"Did that kill the mood?" The feeling of guilt, seeing how close Minho was standing. "Not entirely - could have gone without hearing him sick," he scoffed, but you agreed.

Minho lifted his hand back up to your cheek, "I might though," you stated as his hand froze, letting you continue. "I know last night wasn't planned, and maybe a mistake, but I don't do friends with benefits. So if you want that I can't do that. Plus I really like you I'm not putting myself in a situation like -" you were explaining only to be cut off by a pair of lips.

Shock ran through you at the feeling of his lips on yours. You couldn't help but lean into it yourself. Shutting your eyes, sparks flew across your eyelids. Your hands flew to the back of his neck, Minho pulled away, resting his forehead against your shoulder, "I don't who you believe in but, thank God. I've had liked you for such a long time"

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, a couple people figured it out. Then last night happened and... I didn't plan on taking you home. I wanted to kiss you, but I planned on asking you out on a date" Minho dumped his confession, leaving you speechless.

This gorgeous man, who could have anyone he wanted, who seemed so far out of your league, wanted you? The new year barely started, but the last 24 hours definitely were not expected.

All you could do was laugh, and kiss him again. "We don't have to do anything but come back to bed? I'll put a movie on and we can just -"

"Lay there?" you finished his sentence.

"Or sleep off two hangovers" he joked.

"I would love that." Minho pulled you back to the mattress at your answer.

"Happy new year Minho"

"Same to you, too (Y/n). Lets make it a good one"

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roonotrue · 29 days ago

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Hi, I hope you are having a good day ^^ can I order a fic (M) reader, romantic, fluff, accidental confession & games with Idia? Perhaps where they are both at a sleepover in Idia's room while staying up late to play a video game (something similar to Final Fantasy, or something simpler like Stardew Valley or Minecraft, or a competitive game like Mortal Kombat, choose the game you like the most) and, being influenced by the Reader's gameplay, he simply confesses without thinking about it?

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General Masterpost

Events Masterpost 1

Requested From: Oneshot Request Prompts 5/29 (starts) - 6/19 (ends)

Love this request- I knew Idia was gonna get the gaming prompt- it'd be a crime not to write one for him with it, lol. I meant to finish this yesterday but fell asleep because I have horrifically untreated ADHD and but hey, I got it out for the start of Pride Month! My first gay fic for the season y'all, and I tried my best, cuz I haven't done a lot of Idia writing which is wild cuz he's one of my favorite characters.

I should also note- I love all of these games, and I struggled so hard since you sent this prompt writing multiple different versions of this using different games- and this is the one I liked the most! I might post the others some other time if I feel like going in and polishing them up a bit, but we'll see. Anyway- I hope you enjoy!

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MORTAL KOMBAT 11™

"Why is combat spelled with a 'k'?" Is the first thing Idia asks when you come over to play games and present him with the rarest thing you could have possibly found at Sam's today.

"The fuck if I know, now you gonna play or you turnin' chicken on me, Shroud?" You challenge giving him a well practiced cocky smirk.

One you used to wear more often in your old world when you were the best at playing competitive fighting games in your friend group. You've been humbled since meeting Idia here in NRC though.

This though- this you think you have a right to be cocky about.

Because of all the games from your world to find- of all the competitive fighting games to find- you found this one.

You've struck gold.

Not even gold ore- pure, already processed bars of gold, because this- this means you stand a chance against this raging nerd who treats gaming like it's his day job, hobby, and addiction all at once. Which it actual might be at this point.

It's adorable though, so you forgive him for all of his ruthless victories and gloating over you in terms of competitive games, because honestly? You'd do the same.

You're about to do the same tonight when you kick his ass at Mortal Kombat™.

"Chicken? Seriously? And what's made you all confident? Just because it's a game from your world doesn't mean I can't master it in like, two rounds max, LMAO." He gives you that overconfident smile of his and you struggle not to melt at the idea of how comfortable it means he's gotten with you.

When you two first started hanging out he was a stuttering stumbling mess, barely able to comprehend that you would even want to hang out with him of all people.

After a while of beating you at every game he introduced you too, and then letting you wallow in anguish while playing a calmer farming based game together- he's become far more used to having you around. Far more confident, cocky, and dare you say happy to have someone else to play videogames with, both online and in his dorm room together.

Sitting on the floor, way to close to his tv trying desperately to- at the very least- inconvenience him at a dumb racing game that reminds you a lot of Mario Kart™ (another game spelled with a 'k' not a 'c'- is that just are weird your world thing for games?) every Saturday bleeding into Sunday morning- sometimes afternoon- has become the best part of your week these last few months.

"Well I guess we'll just have to put that to the test then!" You laugh, moving to sit on the blanket-pillow pile Idia had prepared for you twos game night, surrounded by junk food and carbonated energy drinks. Vil would obliterate you with his mind if he knew about this.

"Fine, but don't go crying to Ortho again when I beat you." He says that, but you know that if you do start struggling, he eases up and will even let you win once or twice.

You pretend you don't know as you brag about the victory, and he plays 'sore loser' grumbling with a small smile on his face as he watches you run to tell Ortho of your 'success.'

It's... One of those little things between you two.

One of the things that you can't decide if the dizzy way it makes you feel is because of how close you two are- legs pressing together still from push at each other trying to throw each other off- or because of the egregious amount of carbonated liquid sugar you've drank.

Either way it always leaves you a little more confused then you where before about your feelings towards him.

You smile fondly when Idia settles next to you, ignoring the rush of instant oxytocin flooding your brain when your arms brush.

"Sure, but only if you don't go crying to him when you don't." You smirk opening the game case and putting it into the game console- which luckily enough, seemed to work with the disc even if it was meant for a playstation.

You hope this doesn't break it or anything.

Probably won't.

Hopefully won't.

Anyway-

"Sooo, you gonna tell me how to play or is part of your strat gonna be throwing me in the deep end to drown?" Idia looks at you with a raised brow and slight smile and you roll your eyes.

"Of course not- I wanna win, not be a dick. We can run a practice round or two." You quickly explain the controls to him- or at least how they seem to translate on these controllers, which, to be fair, are similar enough to ones from your world.

"So there's a ton of characters to chose from- they have different combos that you can look at here-" Idia goes very still when you lean over him pressing some buttons on his controller to show him how to get to the combo move list menu.

"So- you got it?" You pull back to meet his eyes with a wide smile.

"W-what?" He jumps when you lock eyes, his face slightly pink as he stumbles with the controller he almost accidently tossed, making you laugh a bit.

"Do you understand the control? Ready to do a practice round?" You ask, and he gulps nervously.

"Uh- yeah, G2G. I learn better from practice anyway." Where'd all that confidence he had earlier go?

You smirk to yourself as you turn back to the screen, picking your character.

"I'd recommend Scorpion or Sub-Zero- they're my favorites." You point the characters out- letting Idia chose first.

Because you're nice.

He picks Scorpion, so you go with Sub-Zero.

And as soon as the game starts it takes all but fifteen minutes for Idia to absorb everything you tell him, and he's able to go toe to toe with you on your practice fights, and even beats you on the last one.

"Huh- this is legit just a classic 2D fighting game. You do know I'm a pro at those too? Lol." He side eyes you as he puts down the controller with a small scoffed laugh and you bump him with your shoulder as you snort and bring a finger up to the bridge of your nose.

"Um, actually, it's a 2.5D fighting game-" You mimic his voice, making it a bit more nerdy and exaggerated though.

"Shut up-" He shoves you back and you quickly hit start on the next game a real game, not practice.

"Wha- Hey! I wasn't ready you can't-"

"Can and did!" You laugh as he fumbles to grab his control and adjust his grip.

You are kind enough to wait for him to get settled before you start to play though. Cuz again, you're oh so nice. Gamers honor and all that.

And you let him get his hits in.

And then you stop playing around.

See the thing is, when you first started playing video games- it was fighting ones like Mortal Kombat, and when you finally got a copy for your game console you played it nonstop until you where pretty sure you almost gave yourself carpal tunnel in under a week.

So if there is any game- any game in this world or the next that you'll beat Idia at, it's gonna be this one. Even if he learns fast and has years more general gaming experience than you.

The room falls quiet, nothing but the sound of the button mashing of the controllers and the occasional sigh, scoff, and chuckle whenever one of you is winning or loosing.

Idia manages to hold his own extremely well for his first time playing, but eventually-

"YES!" You cheer launching your hands into the air, controller falling into your lap. You fall back into the pillows behind you- back aching from being hunched over and eyes burning a little from not blinking as much as possible.

"Finally! A victory against the infamous Gloomurai!" You can tell Idia is looking at you slightly miffed for a moment before his gaze shifts to something else as you sit back up and make a fake bow.

"I'd like to thank my father- for introducing me to violent fighting videogames at a faaar to young age- and my friends from Earth for their years of trying to beat me at Mortal Kombat and helping me keep my epic skills sharp- and of course Sam, for somehow magically having a copy of this damn game- I won't be able to afford food this week because of it's outrageous price- but it was worthy to be sitting here now with this W!" You monologue dramatically.

In the corner of your eye you can see Idia shaking his head with a genuine smile on his face and slight flush on his cheeks- embarrassment if you had to guess.

"Yeah yeah, gg, you won- one out of three. Now sit back up- I'm still getting used to the game." He scoffs, but the small doesn't fade and you do as he asks.

"Excuses excuses, Shroud- but okay. I don't mind kicking your butt two more times, but if I do, I am absolutely bragging about it for the rest of my life." You shove him and he shoves you back.

"Uh-huh, and if you don't I'm never letting you live down all this cocky smack-talk."

So you both play again- and it's definitely harder, but you manage to beat him again, this time you burst out laughing as he groans at loosing by a hair.

"God, I forgot how sweet victory tastes- no offence Idia, but defeating you is officially the best moment of my life. My crowning achievement." You sigh dramatically draping an arm over his shoulders.

He tenses instantly under the touch and you glance up at him to see that same pink hue on his face from earlier, though this time he refuses to meet your eyes, or even turn towards you.

"Hey- you good-"

"Yep! I'm G-great- just uh- not used to losing." He coughs into his elbow as you pull away, and you tilt your head, watching him carefully.

He really isn't the best at lying to you... But you guess you'll let it go... For now.

"Hm, well, congrats, I'm here to help you officially get used to it." You pat his back and while he doesn't look at you as you turn your attention back to picking a new character for the next round- okay with losing it if only to make him feel better- he does it for you after all- you hear the smallest little scoff from him.

And then-

"You're so lucky you're cute..."

"What was that?" Your brain comes to a screeching halt and you can practically feel your neck snap with how fast you turn to look at Idia- the words so quiet you're damn near certain they were an auditorial hallucination or something.

"Whatwaswhat?" Instantly Idia shrinks in on himself, his whole face painted a dark crimson and his hair blazing up, turning a bright pink that stands out in the blue hues of his Ignihyde dorm room.

Oh.

It definitely wasn't a hallucination.

"The thing you just mumbled, what was it?" You ask again, heart hammering in your chest and the dumbest grin making it's way to your face.

"N-nothing- fuck- RIP my dignity, alt f-4, alt f-4, alt f-4-" He chants under his breath as if that will magically let him disappear into the ether, and leans as far back away from you as he can- refusing to turn back to look at you.

"Oh, it was definitely something~" You tease leaning forward as he leans away and at your ton his head darts to look at you like a deer in headlights.

"H-huh!?!? H-hey don't look at me like that! Seven, this is straight out of a cringy otome game and I just got the bad ending for sure..." You knew his hair turned normal fiery orange and red when he was angry or really passionate about something, but you didn't know it could turn pink like this.

You're tempted to reach out a hand and touch the non-harmful flames. Well, they're unharmful when their blue, but they do burn when they're red.

"Would you're hair burn me if it's pink like this?" You voice the thought as you toss your controller to the side and fully turn to face Idia, who has been slowly backing away from the situation.

He freezes at the question and if his face could turn redder, your certain it would.

"I-w-what kind of- I don't- L-look, I d-didn't mean to say a-anything it was stupid, and cringe, and if you want to leave I totally get it and if you don't want to talk to me anymore either I won't bother you-" He starts spiraling and you roll your eyes.

You rise up to your knees and then fall forward, arms open, crashing into Idia's chest and wrapping your arms around him, he let's out a loud startled yelp arms instinctually wrapping around your form to catch you as you send the both of you crashing to the blanketed floor and you can't help but chuckle.

You can hear his heart beating like a drum solo's going on in his chest.

You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest as you grin up at his scarlet face, which looks like the human equivalent to a computer blue screening.

"Hey Idia?" You mumble into the soft fabric of his blue hoodie and his grip on you tightens just a smidge, but he still refuses to look at you.

"Y-yeah?"

"This is definitely the good ending- so calm down a bit before you give yourself a heart attack. I don't wanna lose my new boyfriend as soon as I get him." You laugh and Idia jumps like you just slapped him in the face- finally looking down at you, eyes wide.

"B-b-boyfriend!?!?" His voice cracks so sharply that you flinch at the sound.

"Well, you haven't asked me out, but I can ask you out instead if you want?" You smirk at him and he opens and closes his mouth like a gaping fish for a long few moments.

"I- you-"

"Do you not want to date-?"

"No! W-wait- no! I m-mean- like- yes, I do- i-if you want to- seven this is so- a-are you sure you don't j-just wanna leave- you don't gotta s-stay out of pity or anything-"

"Idia?" You cut him off, pushing up off of him and hovering over him, looking at his blushing face with a small, but very genuine smile.

"Y-yes?" He squeaks, shrinking into his hoodie as your gaze pins him in place.

"Would you like to go on a gaming date with me next weekend?" You ask with the very same confident smirk your wore at the beginning of this night and below you, despite turning his gaze away in embarrassment, smiles too.

"Y-yes please..." He manages to stumble out and you push up off the ground to give him some space to cool off for a moment, offering him a hand to help him up.

"Alright then! Snack break, then we're finishing this final round, k?" You decide and he darts up, baffled.

"What!? Y-you can't just hit me with a six-attack combo and then act all casual like that-!" He shouts, hair still pink on the ends but calming down back to blue, his face though, is still a bright scarlet.

"Oh? Well you're the one you made the first hi- what? Are you scared you'll lose again cuz I'm to pretty for you to focus?" You tease as you rip open a back of the nearest bag of chips and start munching, wagging your eyebrows at him.

"N-no! Ugh- you're-! I'm picking the game next week!" He gives up, ripping the bag from you hands and violently shoving some of the chips in his mouth to shut himself up.

You laugh at the action and let yourself shuffle closer to him again until your sides are pressed together.

"Okay by me- just go easy on me, I'm your boyfriend now after all~" You chuckle as you nudge him and he rolls his eyes, hair back to blue but face still flushed a pretty shade of pink.

"After today? I'm fr never going easy on you again."

"Liar, you will."

"... Yeah. I guess I will."

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Word Count: 3,011-ish

Y'all, I was writing this and realized "I still haven't finished book 6 yet" So I went and jumped between writing this and doing that.

And I'm on the cusp of finishing book 6 but I'm struggling with the final boss because I'm so bad at building good teams- it's a whole thing- point is, I still haven't gotten the Crewel card guys and I am GRIEVING.

But it's fine. I'm an adult. I can handle this, and I'm working on the next request tonight, so hopefully I'll have it posted sometime tomorrow, so see you then! Byeeee ~ Roo

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dilutedconfusion · 2 months ago

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A Moth to a Flame

Eustass Kid x F!Reader (Part 6)

Heyyy so yeah…it’s me again. This is not an old post or a repost or anything like that. I am back like a year later still obsessed with Kid and still continuing this fanfic because it’s my baby and I love it (despite some of the old chapters making me cringe a little lol). So basically what happened was college and life REALLY got in the way, but lately I’ve had more time and finally THANK THE FUCKING LORD got out of my writers block. Like seriously I was so stuck on where to go with this fanfic I rewrote certain sections a bunch of times. But here I am and I plan to try to keep this up once again. Soooo expect more from me (specifically the last chapter of Lost Star if you even remember that fic that Im soooooo close to finishing).

For your reading pleasure and because its been forever Imma give a but more in depth summary of PREVIOUS chapters before talking about this one itself.

SO SPOILERS AHEAD PLEASE GO READ THE OTHER CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS RECAP!!! This is just for returning readers who may have forgotten.

RECAP: Okay so if we remember Y/N lives on an island in the New World. Her life is boring but she tries to make it fun by both drawing constantly and being reckless (I know what a fun combo). Kid literally just got his arm blasted off about a week ago. Little to say but he’s been a bit grouchy since then and because of that him and Killer have been on the rocks. Y/N out of curiosity decides to follow the pair once they take to land on her island for supplies. Kid and Y/N chat, she does something stupid like falling right into the damn ocean, he saves her. She wakes up on his ship and is NOT doing well mentally. Kid freaks out, basically publicly bullies her but lo and behold her Dad, who may not or may be someone special, shows up at the scene of the crime. All long with the entirety of Kids crew just standing there awkwardly.

Summary: Y/N finally has some semblance of dignity and stands up for herself. Kid doesn’t like that, but guess what? He actually sorta realizes what a little freak he was being. Kid and Killer finally talk about it instead dodging the issue for the millionth time which means some big emotional trouble for the lads. Y/N realizes she misplaced something, something rather important. Killer starts to scheme and may or may not totally ship it. But all the while Y/N’s worst nightmare is looming closer.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Killer being freaky lol

Word Count: Like 10-11k I think, this shit huge

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Tags: @st4rfevrr @archangelshavethetardis @likeeliterallywtf-archived @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @thesnailus @shamblespirate @gabi-moureira @ferretsqueen @karmadglory @dreamistsblog

(Also I realize again it’s been HELLA LONG since I last posted. But I still tagged the people who wanted to be tagged, but if you would not like to be tagged anymore no problem just ask! I get it lol)

Seeing you up on that boat was odd for him. Odd in the way one might find a chess piece in a checkers box. Or a tree on the world’s smallest island in the middle of the ocean. Not impossible, surely, but that thought didn’t stop him from remembering something he hadn’t thought about in years.

His saliva turned to acid and his throat the barrel of a gun. Throwing out scorching breaths that had him kneeled over in pain.

You were young. Short enough to get fully engulfed by the putrid man that was holding you. His mask was void of any emotion yet he could nearly see that sadistic smile. Your hair a mess of blood as you struggled against his large arms.

Your father caught a spare glance of you that night before everything changed. One reflective bright glare of fire in your eyes and tears so full of life and emotion. If that moment was a painting it would be praised. But his life wasn’t one he wanted to be documented. Not anymore. Not with this shame.

Because only a bastard like him could have a doomed child like you.

“Y/N tell me what’s going on.”

Before he could let himself sink into the past he needed to realize you weren’t pleading for your life. Not clawing or caked in blood. His eyes catched the shining gleam of sweat on your brow. The way your eye bags sunk a little lower and your hair seemed out of control. But it was the bandages on your hands that worried him the most. You weren’t standing up fully, as if hunkered over in shame. Face red with an emotion he couldn’t quite make out.

Is that…fear or embarrassment?

Before you could speak, your mouth already hanging open to reply, the redhead cut you off. “Dad?!” Kid leered between you and this supposed man that was your father. Looking down at your hand on his forearm in disgust before ripping it away and quickly walking up to the edge of the banister. Your cheeks flushed up an even brighter red, swallowing down the solid rock that was seemingly in your throat to follow after him. Kid stood there giving the man a speculative snarl as he spoke to you. “This man is your father? Did he come here to save his helpless little baby?”

You glared at him almost instantly. Smacking a hand into his right arm which nearly sent smoke to spew out of his ears. “Don’t talk to me like that!”

She…smacked him? Your father was trying to piece the scenario together. One that made sense with both your injuries, blushed face, and the fact that you hadn’t come home last night. He was expecting to see you screaming for his help if you were injured.

I mean clearly these men hurt her right?

Kid didn’t have a moment to retaliate against your slap because in an instant he heard rocketing steps in the air. His eyes met your fathers as he watched him skywalk up onto the deck. The crowd of Kid pirates below briskly put down their supplies and drew their weapons. The faint clang of guns getting loaded and swords being unsheathed causing him no alarm. As the slightly gray haired man landed you in front of you, you felt a wave of relief. With Killer promptly getting his blades out and ready, Kid stayed still. Sizing up the man with an unblinking glare as he turned towards him.

With all the weapons pointed at your father you couldn’t help but make haste. Stepping in between the space between your father and Kid. “Everyone chill out! I’m being serious, put down your weapons, everything is fine!”

Seeing you red and yelling like that sent a little smile to Kids lips. Eyes flickering to your palm now facing him as if that would do anything to stop him. “Don’t tell my crew what to do, brat.”

Your father took a bounding step forward. His heavy boot slamming against the deck authoritatively. “Don’t talk to my daughter like that! Y/N what happened here? Why are you injured and with these idiots?”

Before you could even speak, mouth hung open and head turned back towards your father you were cut off yet again. “Idiots? That’s big talk coming from a short man.”

Kids voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to you as he spoke up. “Kid shut up! You’re making things worse.”

Kid didn’t like that. Well that was to be expected but he couldn’t handle anymore of this outright disobedience against him. You were a pest and he needed you to know that. “You’re telling me to shut up? Little miss I can’t fucking do anything for myself and need my daddy to come save me. Yeah right. Step aside. If this old geezer wants a fight he’s getting it.”

With Kids attitude the crew started to murmur from below. Some left standing clutching their weapons, others climbing up the side onto the deck. Pacing sideways to take up the space behind Kid and beside Killer. But what people didn’t notice, simply because they couldn’t with the man’s face covered in a mask, was Killer squinting his eyes at the old man in confusion.

It wasn’t like him to draw his weapon and not be completely enthralled in what was happening. That was required of him simply for the fact that him and the surrounding crew could die in a moment of hesitation like that. But here he was, ears almost ringing softly as the world around him became muffled. That girl and Kid just blurry visages yelling at each other back and forth like always. The crews murmuring and yells egging on the situation from beside him. The only thing perfectly set in his view was this old man, standing there silently, watching over the scene more confused than afraid.

Where do I know this guy from? I…swear I’ve seen him before.

Killer couldn’t quite put his thumb on it and Kid, along with everyone else, wasn’t paying enough attention.

They are watching their favorite soap opera, “Dad Meets His Daughter’s Angry Deranged Boy-toy.”

Without any hesitation seeing as Killer was so unfocused he giggled softly at that. Which of course made the whole crew go completely silent instantaneously.

“Did you just…laugh?” Kid, who in the middle of berating the old man, pivoted his anger towards his next victim. Craning his neck at a visibly painful angle to stare back at Killer.

Killer once again thanked himself for wearing a mask 24/7 cause without it they would’ve seen the blood red tinted all over his tanned cheeks. He left out a awkward little cough, glancing at you and your father who seemed to be giving each other confused looks and shoulder shrugs.

I don't whats weirder, them hearing my laugh or everyones reaction to it.

“No. Of course not.” He said, muscles tightening up once again so he looked a little more ready to fight. His arms at his sides as his blades tipped limply towards the floor.

“Are you making fun of me over there? Is this funny to you?” Kid asked clearly trying to find yet his third victim of unused testosterone and throw it head first at somebody.

I swear I need to buy him a stress toy. The ones where the little eyes pop out so he can get the full experience.

“I mean it’s a little funny, yeah. You yelled at a helpless girl for no reason and almost made her fall off the boat. And now you’re picking a fight with an old man whose main concern should be cataracts, not fighting.” Killer said matter of factly. The crew behind him both laughed a little at Killer’s blatant throw whilst others softly agreed with him.

“Yeah why in the hell are you fighting these people Kid? We don’t even know who the hell they are.” Jaguar, one of the taller crew members, rumbled out. The rest of the crew nodded their heads in response as they stared at Kid expectantly.

Hip, who had been the one to bandage you up late last night stood quietly. Considering the fact that Kid profusely asked her not to mention what had happened and he barely even told her anything, she was in no rush to explain anything to the crew. Keeping her arms folded and her lips tight.

Otherwise the rest of the crew had no idea how this girl had even managed to get on the boat in the first place or why she was wearing their spare clothes.

“Wait, isn’t that the girl from yesterday UK? The one that was on the docks.” Bubblegum piped up, softly elbowing the man next to him as he stared at you.

“Hmmmm…yeah I think so now that you mention it. She looks a little more ugly than before though.” He mumbled, but with ears like yours of course you heard. Your frown deepened as you looked back at him in shock.

“Says the guy who’s built like a fucking onion!” You stepped away from Kid and your Dad, pointing a finger at the man in the crowd.

“Hey don’t call me an onion with your mummy looking ass!” UK roared back, the rest of the crew clamoring with him as their weapons now pointed at you instead of the old man.

“Don’t you dare talk to my daughter like that!” The old man yelled, grabbing you by the shoulders forcing you to take a step behind him like always. You struggled a bit, smacking your fathers hand away but getting pushed back regardless. You tried to pay no mind to him, focusing your attention on the crew in front of you. Considering what just happened earlier with Kid you couldn’t take any more blows to your ego like that.

“Oh now you’re gonna shoot me because I called one guy an onion. What are you a bunch of babies? All of ya’ll like to pretend like you’re some big balled bastards but fucking start squawking like birds the second you meet someone who won’t let you shit on them!”

What once was an uproar became a full yelling contest, the once quiet peaceful boat of the early morning now splitting anyone’s ear who happened to be close by.

At this point, Kid was just standing there in shock. He was angry, sure, but now that it wasn’t all focused on him and his personal beef that made absolutely no sense, he was starting to see how things…may have gotten out of hand.

This isn’t my fault, she deserves this. This random old guy deserves this and I-

He looked back at Killer, who was now just standing there silent at the front of the angry mob, mask trained on the redhead.

Oh I know what he’s thinking. Probably a big fat I told you so and that I let this get out of hand and that I was being completely irrational and how I need to be resting in bed sucking on my thumb like a child.

Kid just grimaced more, the loud yells between you and his crew less ramping up his anger and more just making his head thump in pain. All that tiredness from this morning coming back and but of course his stupid stump throbbing.

He felt the veins on his forehead grow, beating rhythmically on his forehead before he finally couldn’t take it anymore. “EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

And thankfully the ship went silent yet again. Everyone’s eyes snapping towards the red head, but of course the silence didn’t last long.

“Captain this damn broad and geezer need to learn a lesson!”

“Yeah her and that old geezer shouldn’t even be here! They need to pay for even stepping onto the Victoria!”

”I don’t wanna be here, your stupid Captain asked me to leave and then wouldn’t let me! I don’t know you if guys realize this but your Captain is a fucking hormonanlly imbalanced idiot!” You yelled back, looking at the crew once more. There was no way you were going to take the blame for what had happened. If it was up to you, you would’ve been gone already.

“What the fuck did you just call our Captain?” The crew somehow said in unison. If they were pissed before then they were ready to go to war now. Stomping closer to the girl as a herd and weaving around Killer who still stood silently in place staring at Kid.

Kids eyes fluttered around spastically. If he wasn’t suddenly tired he would’ve joined the fight with you calling him ‘hormonally imbalanced’ and all. But with Killers demanding stare on him and this strange sense of shame and even a bit of embarrassment in his gut for what he had done, he really just wanted this over with.

So instead he chose the most agreeable option since his crew would fight to the death for him and you seemed to finally have your balls back with all the yelling. He quickly without thinking too much stomped over to you, slipping behind the old man and grabbing you by the back of your shirt. You hadn’t even noticed him considering you were far to focused on the angry mob to be fair. But one moment you were standing, in the next you were being slid backwards, sending your feet out from under you. You managed to catch yourself from falling but you’re feet kept sliding across the deck with quick speed.

“Hey what the hell? Let go of me!” You tried to spin around and took strong steps on the ground to keep you planted. But you couldn’t move with his grip on your shirt keeping you in place. Eventually he came to a stop, pinning you against the banister with your back to him so he could let go of you. You tried to kick back into him, but he was using his knee and stabbing you right in the spine to keep you in place.

Oh not again. I’m not babying out this time.

“What is with you and pinning me against this stupid banister? I swear to god I'll turn your fucking nutsack into a coin purse you horrid man shaped piece of shit!”

Surprisingly that little comment made him snort. Biting back a laugh and smiling down at her as he craned her head to look at him. “Wow, look who got her bite back. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He whispered demeaningly. But just when you were about to slip free you felt him slip something in your pocket which immediately sparked out these purple little lines of electricity. It made your skin tingle and before you knew it he let up, removing his knee and taking a step back from you.

“Fucking hell what did you-“

One moment you were standing on the deck and the next you were swung violently 20 feet in the air. In these kind of moments, when you had a crowd watching you really didn’t want to seem like such a wuss. But hanging loosely like a limp cat by your side pocket really did bring out the worse of you.

“OH MY SWEET FUCK PUT ME DOWN!” You tried to grab onto the item in your pocket but the second you tried you got flung violently towards the island at incredible speeds.

Kid, who’s one good hand was still sparkling purple, suddenly stopped. Looking over at the old man who was being held up by the angry crew with a grin on his face.

“Go fetch.”

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“How long until we get there?” A woman asked, her voice interested yet pointedly annoyed as if she was just asking the question to bother the stewardess beside her.

“By nightfall according to the captain madam.” The stewardess stood beside her with a straight back. Eyes lingering anywhere else but the woman beside her. The woman sat upon a red velvet chair carried in just for her. Gold tassel accents threaded in its edges that matched the dangling drips of finely threaded gold hanging from her glasses.

If the stewardess wasn’t pointedly uncomfortable she would’ve marveled at the delicate jewelry all along the aging woman. Noticing the fine lines in her face filled with makeup. Bright colors adorning her eyes in the attempt to make her look slightly more welcoming. ”Well they should make haste if they know what’s good for them. Keeping me cooped up in this…” the woman motioned her hands around the large room of the boat, “pigs den! I mean seriously, you’d think they’d provide something a bit more lavish.”

“Well with the short notice this was the closest available ship to make your request madam. I apologize for the lack of amenities.” The stewardess replied, keeping her tone even despite the obvious hatred towards her ship.

I didn’t become a marine to have my very own ship be compared to a pigs den.

“It doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t have had to wait for this disgusting ship to arrive in the first place. I’m on a over decade long mission that those supposed marines should be well informed on. But look! With the death of that horrid man we finally get a chance and yet suddenly all their efforts go to reforming those mindless countries.”

The stewardess stayed quiet. Watching over the woman as she sighed and leaned further back into her chair. A tilted frown on her painted lips. The tips of her sharp heels prodded into the side of her footrest ribs. The footrests face becoming more contorted in pain.

Always obedient. Always silent.

The stewardess thought, again trying to conceal her animosity as she made the effort to refill the woman’s drink once again despite it still being half full. Whatever she could do to stop her nagging she would. Not a single pillow out of place, nor lack of attentiveness showed.

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The meeting room, which was also called the observatory, was near the upper deck of the Victoria. The room was circular in shape and had big windows looking out towards the sea. Light blue walls made the room bright and airy. But they were mostly covered by all the hanging picture frames and memorabilia the crew had collected over the years. They kept their most precious items in this room along with maps, treasure chests, and rare artifacts. The room was the most well kept out of all of them though it still had that messy touch of scattered papers and left open books on almost every surface. At the center of the room was a light table surrounded by four lush dark blue chairs, the meeting place for Kids most trusted.

“What the hell was that?” Killer said, after hastily dragging Kid back inside the ship and into their observatory. The rest of the crew had thankfully gone back to work as Kid had ordered. There repetitive sounding footsteps as they hauled boxes from the dock to the lower hull close by. But of course once that girl and her father had disappeared Kid had tried to go grumbling off someplace else. Completely disregarding the confused faces among his crew.

“What do you mean what was that for? I did my job and got rid of her.” Kid stepped into the room, turning back around to stare at Killer as he closed the door. Knowing damn well he didn’t want anyone to hear what was going on.

Killer finally faced towards him, arms crossed over his chest as he stood there, just as demanding looking as he was back on the deck. “That’s not what I mean Kid I meant why did you get up on her like that? I told you I could handle it and you brushed me off like I wasn’t even there.”

“Well if you’d get the shit out of your ears you would’ve heard me say I didn’t need any help.” Kid rolled his eyes at him, almost unconsciously about to cross his arms before he realized he couldn’t. Which of course just made him even more pissed at having to deal with this.

“But we both agreed-”

“Agreed on what? That you think I couldn’t handle it.”

“Kid I need you to stop being a dick for just a minute and listen to me.” This was starting to get to Killer. Scratch that it had been getting to Killer for the past week. But right now it just felt like that cherry on top of an already steaming shit pie. He couldn’t let it go on any longer, he needed to talk about it now. There was no way he was letting something like that happen again.

“I don’t-”

“Kid.” Killer instantaneously cut him off. Quickly taking his hands and grabbing the back of his mask to slip it off. A big puff of his blonde hair and bangs swooped down over his face covering his eyes partly. But he brushed him down a bit to get rid of the hat hair. Holding his helmet at this side as he stared at Kid, his face so serious it could cut glass.

This quickly shut Kid up seeing his first mate like that. Along with the fact that he finally got to see the purple lines underneath the blondes eyes confirming just how tired he was.

“Okay, thank you.” Killer finally started, “What you did earlier was weird okay. You pushed her to the edge of the ship just because you wanted some kind of thank you? I thought you didn’t care about that and wanted her to leave first and foremost?”

“Well you saw the way she was acting. She was being ungrateful and practically about to pass out just from being near us. She was talking about my ship like it had her at gunpoint.” Kid knew he was complaining like a child, but he also knew he was right. She was acting weird the whole time and Killer saw that.

And yet she says I’m the hormonally imbalanced one.

“I don’t know what was wrong with her but you knew she was hurt. We both did. She literally just wanted answers and too leave yet you made a big deal out of it. I get it, she’s a bitch but we both know that wasn’t worth the trouble. Provoking her and her goddamn father like that.”

“You ask me to relax and the minute I find something fun to do you get angry at me.” Kid scoffed, still not willing to cough up the fact that he was starting to feel embarrassed by it too. Since in Kids mind he was just going to pretend like everything he did made sense, it was the easiest way out of this to him.

“What do you mean fun? I know you like proving asshole marines wrong and messing with them but that was just some girl.”

“Quit questioning me, it already happened and we’ll never see her or her father again so what does it matter?”

Classic Kid deflection. ‘It already happened so let’s not talk about it because talking about my feelings is not going to happen.’

Killer sighed, feeling a bout of rage start to bubble in him. “You brushed me off. God, everything you did out there was ridiculous. You went from wanting her gone to practically begging her to stay just so you could have something to yell at. The whole crew nearly started a fight on deck because you were being so unreasonable!”

Shit I didn’t mean to yell. Fuck. Killer knew not to raise his voice at Kid. But with how tired and just overall done with this he felt, there was no stopping it. Biting his tongue he watched how Kid’s face turned from annoyed at talking about it, to annoyed at him in particular. His dark rimmed eyes peering at him.

“Are you telling me I can’t pick fights when I want to? Seriously Killer? And the crew had every right to get angry. She was being a bitch, and her so-called father was just protecting her like the little baby she is. I didn’t instigate that, if anything you should’ve been the one to tell them to back off whilst I was dealing with them!” Kid took a step closer to Killer. Tilting his head slightly and throwing his hand up in the air. Killer of course couldn’t back down, not now after everything. Kid needed to be stopped.

“Well I thought you didn’t want my help. Why the hell would I try to fix your sloppy problems when you acted like I wasn’t even there. We’re a team Kid! We’ve always been a team and I’ve spent my whole life making sure you don’t blow a gasket over stupid shit. But for some reason this time my words aren’t enough? A random girl is the thing that makes you crack?!”

Kids eyes went wide when Killer yelled once again. He never did that. He always used that calm voice of his to settle Kid down. But here he was, just as broken as the man in front of him.

“It’s not like that! It’s not that I wasn’t listening to you, I just didn’t want you controlling me. You’ve been 10 feet up my ass all week, I need to be able to do what I want. I am the Captain aren’t I?!” He wanted Killer to say yes. To put down whatever this was and just let him be. There was no way he was going to stand here and let him talk to him like that. Even if subconsciously he knew he was getting a taste of his medicine.

“Well I’ve been 10 feet up your ass cause you lost your fucking arm Kid! Your literal fucking arm that was once attached your body on your left side if you can’t remember. Or are you so lost that I need to draw you a diagram as to what that means?” Killer flung his hand up in the air. Stepping closer to the red head as his eyes narrowed down on him in anger.

Why is he being like this? What the fuck? Kid almost didn’t know how to respond. Killer had teased him all his life but not like this. Not ever seriously. But here he was, zoned in dead on his face with a look that basically spelled out hatred. If Kid wasn’t so angry, he would’ve immediately been hurt.

“Yeah I for sure as hell need a diagram for the fucking lack of arm that I can feel throb every time you talk to me! Has it ever occurred to you that this isn’t helping? That you getting in the way for even the tiniest of things is a nuisance?!”

“Oh don’t you say that Kid. For all I’ve done for you, for the shit I went through last night and today. Or matter of fact when I saved you from bleeding to death when your arm got shot off.” Killer rubbed his eyes quickly, trying to hold himself back from saying something stupid. But it was on the tip of his tongue and no matter how much he swallowed it down, it dared him to yell it out. So he looked him dead in the eye, and took a step forward, breaching the space between them.

“I have to be like this Kid because if I wasn’t you and your incapable ass would be dead already!”

And that was the sentence that broke the camel’s back. That split the sea in half or caused Pompeii to rupture and kill thousands. But Kid wasn’t about to kill thousands, he didn’t even want to kill the one man in front of him. But it sure as hell took the strength of those thousands to keep him from punching Killer straight in the jaw.

“You did not just say that. Killer, do you seriously think everything I am and all my strength comes from you? That I’d be nothing without you huh? Do you really think that lowly of me? Huh?! DO YOU?!” Kid couldn’t handle it, pressing his pointer finger roughly into the other man’s chest. He was nearly screaming that last part, which meant if the crew hadn’t heard them arguing before, they definitely heard it now.

This immediately caused Killer to panic. He was angry, annoyed, and down right hostile but what he said was wrong. And even though he knew Kid would take it the wrong way, he still had said it. “That’s not what I meant Kid! You’re taking my words and twisting them. I know you can-"

“Shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, get out of here! Get the hell off my ship! If you don’t think that I can handle being by myself then fine. Let’s see how much I need some controlling, nagging, and useless asshole like you!”

The second those words slipped out of Kids mouth he felt the life drain from his whole body. As if somebody has slipped inside him and tore off a piece of soul. Dragging it away as Killer took a step back.

Kid’s mouth hung open to say something, anything, but his fear of looking stupid caused by his horrifically sized ego made him stop. There was no way he was going to back on what he just said. It would make him look like a fool and even more worrisome than that it would prove that he really was off his rocker. That he really was letting his emotions control him and the one person who was perfect at keeping Kid in check, was for some reason staying completely silent.

This silence grew heavy, as if the literal weight of a mountain hung on Kids shoulders. And that feeling only got worse. A crumbling rupture of an earthquake with each and every step Killer made, until eventually he had turned around and completely left the room. That’s when Kid really felt it crack, the fault line splitting completely. Swallowing up the land that held his heart and soul. Lava covered the ground with a searing splash across his cheeks. Fist clenched as it got pinned in place in the soil. There was no reaching for that door to chase after him. No movement at all. But that mountain shook and crumbled inside him. What once was one conjoined land became two separate solitary islands in just a few moments.

The space between them bigger than ever.

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After some point you couldn’t handle it anymore. Usually your room was comfortable. A nice place to relax and do whatever you wanted when you pleased. But right now it was a hiding place. Just another hole, box, or carved out corner in a wall for you to hide in. You stared up at the ceiling on your bed, body aches thankfully gone after you downed a gallon of water and some medicine. Along with your parents tag team nagging at you as you changed your bandages. There was no right way to explain to them what had happened so you said it in roundabout ways. Trying to avoid it all together despite how guilty you felt. Until of course your father gave you that look. That piercing look he had given you since you were a child that said tell me the truth as if lying would damn you straight to hell. So you did. You told them about the jetty, the drowning, how those pirates ‘saved’ you, and how you ended up arguing with those men on that ship.

Little to say they were mad, but more then that they were completely and utterly worried. “You can’t…you can’t keep doing things like this. I swear Y/N its like you want to get hurt.” Your mother pleaded out, arms folded across her chest as she stood there with a frown.

“I’m not trying to get hurt and I didn’t mean to fall into the water or whatever happened.”

“Well what did you think would happened when you go walking out there during a storm? You’re not an idiot. I know you’re not an idiot but you keep being so reckless.” Your father, who always had some semblance of faith in you if not regarding all the insistent worrying they both loved to throw up on you, seemed to be taking this slightly better than you imagined. Well frankly anytime the word ‘drowning’ was even uttered near your family it felt uncomfortable for a large sum of reasons the three of you never wanted to talk about ever again. And thats how these kinds of things went, you’d fuck up, say your sorry, they let it slide but little did they tell you that the leash around you was going to get a little bit tighter. You were older now, hopefully straying away from that leash but you knew it was always going to be there because you simply were put on this earth to be something to worry over.

Maybe Kid was right. I am just a baby.

“I know and I’m sorry, okay. I won’t go out there again. I’ll be careful.” You tried to look at both of them as you spoke but your eyes kept fluttering downwards. The floor a much safer place to look at then the disappointment surrounding you.

“Look…I know you’re taking his death hard. We all are. But for you to be acting out and making such horrible decisions like this is putting your life at risk. Who knows? Those men could have just taken you from us and you wouldn’t be here right now. You’d be on a ship of all things.” Your mother looked at you solemnly. She knew about your fear of being on boats. She knew how much you had loved him. Which only made you feel more and more ashamed of everything.

Fucking hell I am stupid. I’ve been trying to ride any high I can get and I just…keep falling back down. What’s wrong with me?

Which led you to where you are now. Your father going silent, your mother wishing you’d let her in. But you’d walked away, shut and locked the door to escape them. You didn’t need a constant reminder of how strange you were. You had already dealt with that your whole life yet here you were dealing with it again.

Your hands traced the bandage on your side. Felt your clothes thankfully changed into something not belonging to those idiots pressed softly against your skin. You were comfortable, yet miserable.

Sounds a lot like my life.

You chewed your lips, trying hard to remember what had happened last night. How you had even gotten there. How in the world those pirates ended up saving you.

I…remember the bar and talking to him. I remember leaving to go home I think. I must’ve ended up going to the beach but why in the hell did I fall in? I’ve never fallen in before, I’m always careful. Unless someone…pushed me in?

That thought made you brows furrow. Why in the world would they have pushed me in, just to save me? Actually why in the world were they over there? You can barely see the jetty from the docks. And it’s just forest around there so there’s no reason to head that way.

You rubbed your eyes, groaning softly in annoyance. Okay well maybe they were meeting someone up over there? But I know everyone who comes in and out of this island. You can’t not know that since the dock is right there. Maybe…there’s some pirate treasure hidden over there? No way in hell, I’ve lived here way too long to not have come across some stupid treasure. Well maybe…they followed me? But Kid was basically begging for me to leave him alone and…Killer seemed more interested in literally anything else but me. I mean I guess he stared at me when their ship first showed up but that’s about it. And why did Kid seem so annoyed when I asked him if he saved me? I mean seriously does he hate me that much that he can’t even take credit for it? Despite me being on his literal ship??

All of these thoughts were really starting to get to you. Jumbling around in your head as you smacked yourself across the forehead wishing you didn’t have seemingly a small case of amnesia. You sat up with a grunt, scooting your ass over to the end of the bed near its left post. Without even paying attention you reached out to grab you satchel, which you always left hanging there in the same exact spot. Except this time you didn’t feel it there. Feeling nothing but smooth cold wood instead of fabric. You did a double take, blinking your eyes as if you were hallucinating before in fact realizing it was there.

“What the-”

Then it hit you like a bag of bricks.

My bag. My stuff. My FUCKING SKETCHBOOK.

You knew you had lost your clothes, seeing as you came home not wearing them. But your bag had completely left your mind. You basically forgot the damn thing existed for the past 6 hours since you woke up. Which meant two things.

It’s either crying for help at the bottom of the sea bed or its….

The second part made your skin crawl.

Oh no. I can’t. I can’t go back there, they will actually try to kill me this time.

When you had first seen that beautiful boat it mesmerized you, but standing on it was a different story and the people on it were even worse.

Maybe if I ask nicely? Or like…pay them? Fucking hell I didn’t even look for it when I woke up.

But you weren’t about to just give that bag up. You needed that sketchbook. It was the damn thing that he had made for you when you were little. You’ve been binding more pages to it ever since because you thought it made your art better. It had everything in it.

Okay…let’s think rationally. I could try to dive for it and grab it. It’s in a waterproof bag so I should be fine. But then you remembered your wounds, which meant of course diving wasn’t an option. Second plan…get someone else to dive and look for it. Fucking who the hell would want to do that? It’s definitely not going to float to shore, that book weighs a ton and it probably got sucked in deeper.

You looked up at the ceiling, thinking heavily in the same way you always did. Okay then I guess if its going to be somewhere I can actually grab it myself…it’s going to be there. Which means I’m going to have to ask myself.

The thought of asking one of your parents to do it grazed across your mind but you halted that thought immediately. I’m the one who got myself into this mess, I’m going to be the one to clean it up.

You quickly shot up. Rushing over to your closet and throwing it open. You kept an extra wad of emergency cash hidden in a small box on the top shelf. Slipping down and coughing up the extra dust that came down with it you opened her up. Sitting on the floor to count bills and at least try to save some of it.

There’s no way I’m giving them all of this. Maybe just a little, like 50…no to low maybe 100? Fucking hell their pirates they are going to be greedy.

So unwillingly you split it into fours and took one fourth of the pile. Shoving it into your pocket and standing up to head out. But before you could reach the door you realized something.

There’s no way they are going to let me out. I’m injured so they don’t want that getting worse nor do they want me near that ship.

You stared at the door for a moment, feeling some guilt come over you. Well it won’t take me too long. I’ll just try and be back right away. Go to the ship, hand them the cash, and go straight home. No biggie. Not a problem.

You knew bad things could happen, like the whole crew still hating your guts and not accepting your money. But you were on your terms now. You didn’t have to get on the boat if you didn’t want to, nor did you have to come unprepared.

So knelt down by your bed, patting your hand around on the warm carpet before you felt the cold and hard metal fill up your hands. It was a pistol your Dad had given you for protection. And despite how unsafe and risky of a person you seemed, you were still a better shot than anyone else on this island.

So you shoved it into the back of your pants, keeping the safety on like always before slipping on a black jacket to cover it up. Then quietly you opened the latch on your window and slipped out into the evening air.

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Killer was well…Killer and that meant two things. The first being that he was a soldier of massacre as they called him. The name being right on the nose for exactly what he was capable of and willing to do. The second thing, or the more unlikely thing for people to realize, was he was a softy. He knew that everyone was, even Kid which he so often made fun of at the worst and best of times. But Kid hid it well and to the untrained eye would never notice it if it went unchecked. But Killer, well Killer had problems hiding it. He didn’t just wear this mask because it made him look cool or for the fact that he had some unscrupulous feelings about what he looked and sounded like. He also knew that in the face of danger, sometimes his face could give it away how he felt. That any time his Captain had been hurt or someone on the crew was out of his reach his face contorted into this horrifically sad frown. One that made him look weak despite being anything but. It made sense for him, as the calm more rational half of his Captain to be unreadable as to never give anything away.

But today he realized something strange, like as if the sky wasn’t blue or grass wasn’t green. He realized maybe Kid didn’t view him as much of a half as he did himself. That this connection they’ve had since childhood wasn’t as strong as it once was or maybe it was always like this and he’d never notice. Too lost in the battle, blood, and happiness his crew brought him.

These thoughts were strong as he walked but no one would have noticed. He wasn’t going to slump over or cry out in pity as he walked through the town. He was inconspicuously sad, showing exactly what he wanted to show at all times. So when he went to the bar for a drink, the same one he had been to the previous night, no one noticed. Even when the bartender questioned him about the absence of his friend, he simply said “He’s busy right now. Ya know…pirate stuff. Just here to relax is all,” and that was that.

He’d been drinking slowly and calmly as he watched the world go by outside the window. Sitting at the barstools at the front of the house since a booth would only make him feel more empty.

He hadn’t spent the whole day there. He had nowhere else to go for what seemed like forever so at first he took a walk to let off some steam. Punched a tree or two when no one was around and finally settled here for the past few hours. Reading through old newspapers and patiently waiting for the moment he could go back home. He supposed he looked suspicious at this point, seeing as he could feel the bartender’s eyes on him more often then he liked. But he hoped it wouldn’t take too long now, the sun slowly starting to go down and darkness unfurling like a blanket in front of him.

Maybe I’ll stay at a motel. Go back and talk to him in the morning. I’ll take it all back and amount what he said to me to just be some funny little accident. We’ll laugh about something stupid like this eventually, we always have.

He had said the same thing to himself all day. That this was just another rare hiccup in their relationship. Nothing to worry about, nothing to cry over. They’ve always been together from the start, something as simple as this wouldn’t change anything.

If only we never met that girl. It would’ve never gotten that bad. He could have relaxed, I wouldn’t have had to worry. Everything was just too much at the wrong time and he was making it worse.

He took a sip out of his drink through the bendy straw, swirling it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing hard. His fists reflexively clenched through the anger.

Why did some random woman just bring out the worst in him? He’s never been like that before. If anyone bothers him like those Strawhats or Heart pirates he swipes it off eventually. Not wanting to waste his time on people that just get in the way. But it’s almost like he wanted her to be in his way and getting angry at her for being there to begin with. Maybe…he just wanted someone to let his frustrations out on rather than me or the crew? But he saved her from drowning, the one thing that could kill him easily. God and the way he looked at her last night on that cot, I can’t remember the last time he looked at a woman like that-

He cut himself off mid thought, realizing something rather strange finally piece together.

Kid isn’t a man of words, he’s a man of action, so why talk to the woman you want gone when you can just get rid of her? Which means he wanted her there. He didn’t want her to leave but once everyone else got involved he couldn’t be selfish anymore.

He didn’t want me getting in the way in the first place which is why he brushed me off.

…

Oh my god he’s in love with a lunatic.

As if some otherworldly power had been listening in on his thoughts he saw you walk by the window. Not super close thankfully but he spotted you across the other side of the street, walking rather fast with your hood up. The streetlights had come on but the sun was still barely peeking through, providing him just enough light to see you instantly.

Not again.

He wanted to immediately panic. Maybe his subconscious was starting to correlate you and the worst possible things happening to him. But as he watched you walk he made the rational decision not to freak out.

She lives here, this is her town. Of course she can walk around it, which is not unusual.

But what was unusual was the speed at which you were going, before he knew it you were out of view of the large window in front of him and he could’ve sworn your face looked very…serious. As if something had happened he wasn’t aware of.

Or something was about to happen. This road leads right to the docks. She’s walking fast. She looks serious. Fucking hell its nighttime and she’s injured she should be resting.

Killer nearly smacked himself on the head for that last bit. Am I seriously telling yet another injured person they should be resting? Am I going insane or is my secret calling to be a nurse because I swear to fucking god its not.

Without even really thinking about it he slung out some cash, slapped it on the table and instantly headed out the door. The bartender tried to give him a friendly goodbye from behind the bar but before she could even manage that, the door had swung shut.

He spotted you immediately down the long winding road. Picking up the pace and using his long legs to try and catch up to you.

This looks creepy doesn’t it. A big man following some girl. And oh lord she’s going to freak out when she spots me.

He had no other way to make this seem evenly slightly normal. He didn’t even know if you’d want to talk to him. But this felt important, or moreover he needed some context about a lot of things and you were the only one who’d provide that currently.

Right when he was about to shout to grab your attention you turned around and looked at him from afar, slowing down to a stop but not saying anything until he proceeded a bit closer.

“So this is how you murder people huh? Walk up to them causally like you wanna talk about fresh baked pies and not murder.” You spoke out, eyes narrowing on the man as you craned your neck to look at him from behind you.

Killer, who was not at all expecting you to be so calm about this did his best to walk forward with a sense of purpose. His voice even and calm as he spoke. “I’m not here to murder you. I just want to talk.”

“You don’t seem like that talking type.” You mumbled, your hand almost itching to grab out your gun but you paused, staying still despite the bit of alarm he caused you.

Maybe this is a good thing. A slightly freaky thing considering he's walking up to me but a good thing. I can get him to grab my stuff and avoid the ship all together.

“Well sometimes I like to make exceptions. Keep em guessing.” Killer stepped up closer to your side, causing you to finally turn your body a bit more towards him. He didn't seem torn with anger nor did his body look tense. Which of course just meant he was leading you into a false sense of security.

I really need to stop being so paranoid.

“Well aren’t you funny. Fine. I’ll talk to you but you gotta help me with something. Deal?” You tilted your head at him, keeping your hands shoved in your pockets.

“What is this something you speak of?”

You rose an eyebrow at that, finding the way he was talking to be far too controlled then usual.

Well I guess I barely know the guy but if he's really apart of that crew then he clearly doesn't have the lingo down.

“I left some…of my stuff on your ship and since your Captain physically threw me off I have to go retrieve it.” It was almost physically painful to mention the whole him catapulting you into the air thing. Lips turning into a hard line of uncomfortableness.

If Killer did notice your obvious distress over the situation, he sure as hell didn't let that on. “Sounds fair enough. Lets walk and talk then shall we?” Killer causally motioned his hand down the road. Politely ready to walk with you in step as if thats what he wanted to do all along.

Does he want me to go back there?

“What do you even want to talk about?” You mentioned back, turning with him in stride as the two of you started to walk together. You kept your pace a little slower then before, trying to discern his motives before you walked into what could be a trap.

I mean what could this guy even ask me thats so concerning? He clearly knows nothing about me because if he did I would have a lot more problems then just some nosy guy.

“You and Kid.”

What the-

“Me and Kid? I barely like to be mentioned in the same sentence as him. Why in the world would I talk to you about that?" You truly hadn't a single clue why he would care about that. Even thinking about him made your skin burn red with some sort of embarrassment hatred hybrid.

Unless he thinks something happened. I mean Kid was acting like a madman but thats just how is always is I'm assuming. Unless...I'm wrong?

"Just let me ask some questions, you want your stuff back don't you?" The way Killer said that instantly ticked you off. Hard-balling him beside you with a huff knowing that he damn well loved having some leverage over you.

Well at least this means I don't gotta pay anyone anything.

"Goddamn it, fine. If you couldn't already tell he provided me with the most embarrassingly horrific event of my life. So if you’re wondering if I still care about the whole town pillaging thing anymore then guess what, I don’t. He can try to burn the whole place down if he wants. A kind of guy like him couldn’t even make a dent in a tin can.” You spat out, looking ahead at the road.

“You don’t think he’s strong?” Killer replied as if you were stupid or blind, maybe even a mix of both.

Theres no way she can actually thing that. Matter of fact I know thats a lie.

“Of course I know he's strong, I may have been having a panic attack but I was still completely lucid asshole." You cocked your head to the side to look at him. But by Killers continued silence you could tell he wanted a bit more explanation then that, so you huffed out and continued.

"But he’s an idiot. He gets angry at absolutely nothing and it gets in the way of everything. He even yelled at his crew to stop and they didn’t even listen earlier. I’ve been around long enough to know that means something.” You talked with your hands motioning in the air. Clearly more intertwined in your thoughts about Kid then you realized. Which didn't come as a surprise but what Killer pegged as strange was why you of all people would care about Kid’s own crew listening to him.

Does she expect something better of him then? Some sort of pre-perceived idea of what leading should look like?

“Well the only reason they didn’t listen is because you were bad mouthing him. They really love him as their captain. Not listening to his orders just to save his reputation.” He thought that would clear the air a little bit, but by the way you rolled your eyes at him it only seemed like he had made it sound worse.

"If you always follow your emotions instead of orders, people are bound to get killed. You can't just push rationality aside because someone pissed you off." Your voice came out clear and unbothered as if those very words were written on your hand so you'd remember. Reciting old doctrine or some sort of moral code that Killer had no idea why you of all people would care so much about.

She...cares about rational decisions? This girl made the most ludicrous decision not even 24 hours ago.

"But when it comes to you being rational, all sense of life perseverance goes out the window."

Those simple words hit you over the head like a frying pan. Corners of your mouth digging into your jaw as you frowned at the man.

"Oh shut up, you know that was a mistake. I've done dangerous stuff all my life so its not like I begged and pleaded to fall in."

At least I'm assuming, I don't actually remember-

"I'm talking about making the wrong decision because you want to do something, selfish or not. If you know you can't handle it or that it'll turn out horribly if you try, then why even do it? Its stupid and it puts more people then just you at risk." You knew you were 100% percent right on this and nothing was going to change that. What confused you though was how Killer had seemingly never thought about it like that before, or at least from what you could tell since you could barely get a read on the guy.

"This coming from experience?" Killer simple said, as if peering into your very being beside you. You had expected retaliation or some form of agreement yet this was just another weird shot at knowing something obscure and irrelevant about you. And just like last time, this also made you glow red.

"No of course not! I just...I'm not stupid okay? You can think whatever you want about me really, I truly do not care but I know what I'm talking about. Kid seems like the kinda guy who thinks he can do anything but he's just going to end up getting hurt. God...I bet thats why he lost that arm of his. Doing something without thinking it through and just-"

"You sure you hate the guy? You seem far to concerned about what has happened to him." Killer had watched your tone change slightly as you rambled on about how wrong he was about this being a personal experience.

Yeah right-

And how you seemingly...cared about Kid? Is that what that was?

Which made you blink twice, realizing how you sounded before you composed yourself once again. "Of course I do. Having rightful judgments isn't me being all goggly eyed, I just pick up on things. Like how back on the deck you didn't do or say anything when things got out of hand. Which means you either don't care about Kid and will let him feel the pain of his mistakes or you don't like fighting over things you find meaningless."

Ahh beautiful sweet deflection. Her and Kid should write a book on it together.

"Both are wrong. I do care and I didn't think it was entirely meaningless, at least not to Kid or the crew." Killer surprisingly didn't call out her deflection, considering being honest might make her trust him more and clearly the girl was permanently too paranoid to do that easily.

"But clearly if you didn't step in to help, then you wanted Kid to deal with it. Which makes you lazy or like I said before, you wanted him to fix his own mess. Make him deal with it because maybe you're getting tired of dealing with him." You pointed your finger up at the man next to you like a nerd. A weird little sadistic smile on your lips as you finally managed a good jab at his inner psyche. Which he didn't take to well, but again she couldn't tell.

"Yeah. Sure." Saying so little definitely looked guilty, but saying much more would've been far worse. So he landed on sarcasm, which perfectly titled your defense into the unsure pile.

"What? Did I hit the nail on the head with that one? Or are you the only one allowed to pick people apart in this conversation hmmm?" You did that weird little evil smile up at him again. Leaning closer to him as you walked.

Kids right, she is a brat.

Killer sighed slightly, knowing damn well he did not want to fight you on this, he had bigger fish to fry. "Yep, you guessed correctly. You've been enough of a headache for me so its my turn to pick you apart. What did Kid say to you at the bar last night?"

"This whole deflecting this is getting kinda funny ya know." You rasped, visibly deflating next to him slightly and loosing that smugness you held earlier.

Is she getting paid to be this expressive or is being extra just natural? Hell, at least I can read her well.

"And you know whats going to be even funnier?" He said back, which caught you short puppy eyed expression of curiosity back in an instant. "The sad look on your face when I don't go grab your stuff for you. A real knee slapper really."

While Killer tried held back a laugh at the instant regret on your face, you smacked his arm. It threw him off a little when you touched him but he couldn't help himself but actually chuckle this time. You genuinely went from curious to pissed in a matter of milliseconds.

She's a pain but at least she fun to mess with.

"I swear to god I should've known you'd be just as annoying as he was. Why do you want to know about that anyways? It was barely a 5 minute conversation and he basically just bragged the whole time." You said with that same huff of annoyance out for the six millionth time.

“About what exactly?” Killer of course already knew half of the story, but he needed to see how you felt about everything if this was going to work.

”You seriously wanna know? Isn't there more important highly invasive questions you could be asking? Like how big my boobs are and when I cried last.” You motion your hands towards your boobs as if to mock him, which of course was both strange and yet again very funny.

He smiled behind his mask for a moment before cooking up and throwing back something equally humiliating. “Is that what you wanted to talk about all along? Because I can guess both of those pretty easily if you wanted to know. Or should I go get Kid for the tit size testing since he clearly knows his way around your body?"

If Killer had ever seen you red before, well that was just an eighth of what was happening right now.

"HUH?" It almost took you a second to even process what was just said and when it did it only got worse. Your hands flailing in the air as you spoke like you were swatting away impure thoughts.

"Why in the hell would he know anything about me?! Let alone something like that. Jesus christ, clearly you two have explored each others bodies but leave me the fuck out it."

If Killer wasn't good at this whole hiding emotions things he would've busted out laughing at that. Feeling a soft snort come out of his nose before he started up again.

"Me and Kid? Now why in the world would you be thinking about that? Unless...you wanna join in of course." His words were silky smooth and seductive, leaning closer to you now just like you did to him earlier.

At this point you were a damn stop sign or a swatch of paint kind of red. The whole Kid thing was already bad enough but now it was just too much. The top of your head to bottom of your feet shuddering.

"Okay! I get it! Your a male prostitute and a pirate! What an eclectic resume you must have but I did not pay for these services so either step back or Imma start screaming." You put up your hands defensively and started to veer away from the man as you too walked. Keeping an awkward amount of space between the two of you.

"Hey don't be like that." He said, trying to sound sad but if anything being called a male prostitute was a new one that tickled his funny bone in the right places.

"Or what? Personally I think yelling about the whole male prostitute thing so the rest of the street hears it is a better idea." You motioned your hands around the street, which was mostly empty but houses and stores still lined the sides of both of them.

"Word of mouth is a good advertisement technique." Killer nodded his head and place his hand on his chin to agree with himself. Which made your jaw nearly snap in half and fall to the floor.

"I'm really starting to think your serious." You mumbled out, slowing down to a stop finally since the docks were getting rather close at this point. Killer stopped along with you, still keeping the distance.

"You wanna know what I think?"

You opened your mouth to saying something but he immediately cut you off.

"Never mind. I don't really care if you want to know or not. Because something has been scratching at me this whole time and it has something to do with you and Kid."

"First off, I don't want to know what you think. Secondly, the whole me and Kid thing was so early this morning. Stay with the trends buddy 'cause I'm all about getting my stuff back, which includes not interacting with that idiot if I can manage."

Killer eyed you curiously looking for any holes in your words or body language. You seemed decent about bouncing back from things like this Killer had noticed. Your emotions strong but after a bit you could guide the handle. But right now he was hoping you slip up if even for just a moment.

"So you don't want to see him at all? Or maybe even ask me some questions about him? Maybe how he lost his arm or why he was so angry with you?" He wanted to peak your curiosity and he could tell part of you was giving in. The way your eyes widened slightly and that same puppy eyed look came back.

"No of course not. Even if I did why would I trust you to tell me anything? Either your a freaky little sadistic asshole like Kid or you have some sort of personal gain."

Well I guess shes right about one of those things, to bad she'll never guess why.

“Well you don’t know the whole story so I have my reasons.” He crossed his arms and left her hanging with that little statement. Just forcing her to finally ask him a question and give into that oh so potent curious nature.

“And what would the whole story be huh?" You narrowed your eyes at him. Matching his body language and folding your arms just the same.

“Hmmm probably the part about him saving you by himself. By the way, don’t tell him I told you that.” He said that as if it was the lightest most innocent thing to just causally mention. Which left you doubling over the second you got your bearings.

“Why would I ever tell him anything-wait what? He saved me? He’s the one who did it?” You eyes had nearly widened to saucers and even if Killer was a blind man he could've seen the obvious excitement on your face. Taking a step closer to him like a bait to a fish.

“Yep. Came back to the ship completely soaked with you on his shoulder. Which is rather strange considering how the sea can kill him and all." This matter of factly air was perfect for you, saying just enough to drag you in deeper. An image of you laid upon one of his shoulders making you unconsciously blush.

“I know how Devil fruits work dumbass I’m not stupid. But why in the hell would he do that then? And again I talked to him like twice before that and both times were horrible.” You snapped back, feigning disinterest. Right now on the inside you didn't know exactly how to feel, which was making your stomach turn and your knees wobbly.

Probably just the injuries. I'm feeling weak and most likely have an concussion this is to be suspected.

“Maybe to you they were but not to him. He complained to me about you.” Killer tapped his foot on the ground for a moment, watching over you as you crept closer.

“He most certainly complains about everyone so don’t try to fool me blondie” You rolled your eyes at that, scoffing at the man. Killer tell you were right on the edge, about to fall into his little plan. He just needed you to stop doubting him for just a second.

I need to go deeper. Make her feel special.

“Well yeah you’re right but this was different. He said you looked at him like you understood him.” Though he didn't really understand what Kid himself meant by that, its not like he was lying. Just restating the truth in a way that left her up to speculation.

And speculate you did.

Like I understood him? Was that like...two second moment so special to him he just had to go tell his friend?

“And so what if I do? A girl can’t have some empathy once in a while?” You lied to your feelings out loud, feeling more and more like something else was going on that maybe you'd been overlooking.

“Not when it comes to the guy you supposedly hate.” Killer didn't want to come out right and say it. He knew you'd just get pissed and brush it off. So put a lot of weight on the word supposedly as he spoke. Though he almost knew for a fact now that he was right.

Supposedly huh? Something thats generally assumed but...not always right. But how could I be wrong about something I'm so...assured of? Your eyes flickered to something far less confident then before, but like always you rebounded. Pushing back harder trying to press him for real answers.

“Is this how men work? You’re nice to them for more then two seconds and suddenly I must just be begging to suck your dick. Cause if thats what you think then please politely stop talking next to me." You paused for only a second eyes going wide and a small fake gasp coming out of you.

"Oh wait that was too nice you might get the wrong idea. I meant step off fuck face or I’ll snap your jaw in half.” You nearly growled out, upper lip twitching into a snarl.

Killer quirked a smile at that. “Wow you really are meant for him. That’s just the kind of thing Kid would like.”

You raised an eyebrow, that same unsureness now swirling around in you like a tide pool. It was weird hearing this from the guys own best friend. And though you would scold yourself later for letting him affect you like this and getting curious, right now you couldn't help yourself but ask yet again.

“What thing?”

And right then Killer knew he had you by the hook. Just reeling you in slow and methodically.

“You being mean. Or listening to him. Either one.”

“You telling me he’s some kind of masochist?”

Killer again, nearly snorted at that.

“Well duh. I mean why else did he keep you on his boat for so long? Especially since it took him about two seconds to actually get rid of you.”

Fucking hell...that kind of a good point. No no no no no this can't be happening.

You swallowed hard, eyes flickering all over the place as you worked it out in your head. Trying to find just one reason why that wouldn't make sense, yet you were coming up short.

“You’re saying he wanted me there, fighting with him?” Those words just slipping past your tongue sounded wrong.

“I think so.”

You went silent for a moment. Which was rare for you because you never had any troubles keeping up the flow of conversation. You'd always say some joke or brush whatever it was off. You had learned that at a young age. Completely disregard every insult or badly chosen word as if it meant nothing. But here you were, settling in it with silence. Which only made you panic more and nearly fumble all over yourself.

“Your just g-getting weird ideas. I don’t care how long you’ve known the guy but telling me that is 100% just a ploy to fuck with me. So if that’s what you wanted out of this conversation you should’ve taken a better approach.” You tried to sound confident. Pointing a finger at the man across from you as if to blame this all on him.

But he's not talking about his own feelings or reasons. He's talking about how the other more horrible to deal with of the pair feels.

“Well Kids been going through a lot lately, hasn’t made him the best person and I think you’re partially to blame for that.” Killer mumbled, cocking his head at you. Which snapped you out of it ever so slightly because what in the fuck did he mean by that?

“How are his actions my fault?!” You placed a hand on your chest and cocked your head right back. Though Killer really couldn't blame you because even he didn't fully agree with what he had said.

“Because he likes you. And if I know anything about Kid he gets real strange when he likes someone.”

Again with his stupid matter of factly voice. I swear I'm going to rip is beard hairs out and feed them to him.

"I still don’t believe anything you’re saying! So you can drop that act wise guy. You don't know shit about anything so you know what? Goodbye. I can do this by myself." You turn abruptly and started heading back towards the dock with a quickened pace. The sounds of Killers heels clicking along right behind you.

“I just think that it would be better for the both of us if we went a little bit harder on the guy.” He said, trying to hide the almost pleading tone in his voice.

Fucking hell Im loosing her.

“Huh? How in the world would being meaner help? I get it he’s a masochist but I’m not trying to make the little freak spurt in his pants.” You spat back at him, trying to keep you brain on target instead of wandering off into whatever nightmare this man was trying to convince you of.

“No I’m just saying that if you push him harder I know he wouldn’t do anything that would actually hurt you. And if you think I’m wrong you should try it. It’ll prove my point.”Killer stayed looking over at you as you walked, though you had completely stopped looking at him. Brows furrowed and grimace as strong as ever.

“I’m not going to poke the bear. It’s way too much effort dealing with him.”

“Don’t lie to me, I know you love dealing with him or at least people like him. Which is why you followed us to that bar in the first place. You like being in the line of danger.”

You finally looked at him again which let Killer know he hit a soft spot with that one.

I mean she's gotta know herself pretty well. Theres no way she can runaway from that one when its true.

“Ughhh...fine, think whatever you wanna think. You can try to psychoanalyze me all you want but you don’t even know me. And how does this even benefit you anyways? You’re basically begging me to pester the guy for no real reasons."

“Cause I think he’ll be better off with you.”

Rather than me being the one to pester him.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“We’ll, aren’t you just turning into the nosy one now huh?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at that. Keeping your eyes ahead as you two walked closer and closer to the ship. The sun fully set at the moon hung about half way up in the sky.

Was Killer doing this for partially selfish reasons? Maybe…wait no scratch that, its a solid yes.

This isn’t manipulation...if I’m right anyways. And he would never actually hurt her. No. Never. Which is clearly the worst case scenario. I guess other than her hurting him.

He looked over at you for a moment beside him. Eyes gliding up and down before landing back down on your grouchy yet slightly red looking face.

There’s no way that could ever happen. Not in a million years. And if she did genuinely want to hurt him it wouldn’t be THAT bad. I mean look at her, she’s a little chaotic and snappy. Maybe a tad bit obsessive…and incident prone.

Oh what the hell am I thinking this is like sending two flaming rockets to slam right into each other.

Something bad is bound to happen even if it means I get Kid back and relying on me. He’ll be so beat up from the fall damage of whatever this crazy person next to me is thinking, that he’ll fall right back into the pattern of complaining to me like always. But I know its worth it even if I am a manipulative asshole. I mean what other choice do I have! I was planning on just talking to the guy but now I know neither of us are being reasonable with the way I reacted earlier.

He looked at you for a second again, not particularly liking you but still feeing guilty nonetheless. He could tell by the way your eyebrows stayed permanently furrowed that what he said had gotten to you. Which just meant it was only a matter of time before you and Kid crossed paths again on this dot of an island.

She’s the one that pulled us apart with that fight. Maybe she can be the one to put us back together.

Lost in his thoughts he didn’t even entirely notice you had stopped walking suddenly. Finding the spot next to him where you were now vacant.

“Y/N?” He called, turning around to see you a couple feet back frozen in place. Eyes wide as you stared out in front of you. It was almost a little eerie, your lips parted and your eyes seemingly unblinking. “Hey you good?”

“Marines.”

“Huh?” He hadn’t heard you the first time. Your voice coming out in a whisper. Stepping closer to you he slowly trailed to where your eyes were locked onto. Turning around and looking out at the ocean. At first he didn’t see it, thinking you were crazy for a moment. But the tip of something broke through the fog that had settled across the ocean. The tip of a rather large navy ship heading straight for the docks.

Oh no.

I wrote this low key worried ya’ll would forget all the correlations from the previous chapters but whateva. That’s my fault anyways lol. I feel like its becoming a lot more apparent whatever the hell is going on, but there’s going to be so much more. Actually I’ll even give ya’ll a hint, ya know that sketchbook Y/N freaks out about? THAT THING IS SUPER FUCKING IMPORTANT. Yes her dumb little book is extremely relevant who would’ve guessed? (Me. I would’ve). I feel like I need to get you guys excited again for this fanfic so hopefully this chapter was juicy enough. Lots and lots of mysteries and all that. Kisses and hugs cause I’ve missed ya’ll. Hope you’re doing good!!!!!

(P.S. Y/N canonically has a blicky now you should be so scared)

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