#but look when the idea strikes you just gotta run with it ya know?

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

Ouran Host Club Members and their Personal Bookshelves

*the bookshelves that are not dictated by their families, and are truly just for them* 

Mori: Mori doesn’t strike me as a huge reader outside of studying for school. Maybe a smaller bookshelf with lots of animal care books, a few gardening tips and tricks books, and a few other ecology books. There’s half a shelf on the history of martial arts in Japan and the different styles. No trinkets (his raccoon would steal them or the chickens might eat them). 

Honey: A shit ton of sweets baking books. Not because *he* is particularly interested in baking, but so he can show his personal chef what he wants to eat next. A *big* collector of cutesy blind boxes, so all of those trinkets are arranged by style and color along the various shelves. Maybe a hidden shelf with a few dark romances look read the manga this dude istg he a frea--

Kaoru: Went through a major self help/self improvement phase recently, and that’s reflected on his shelves. A few books in foreign languages. A solid amount of graphic novels. Went through a big super hero comics phase and was also obsessed with The Walking Dead for a while, so those are all kept fondly and neatly. He has some things he’s bought while out shopping with Haruhi at the commoner’s supermarket that he enjoys seeing lined up on his shelves. 

Hikaru: A respectable amount of manga, his favorite action-y and dystopian books, and video games. Messy, chaotic, series are not lined up together, much less in correct number order. They go on the shelf wherever there’s space, at least they aren’t on the floor, so who cares? Spines? Broken. Pages? Dog eared. Text? Written all over. Fucks? Not given. “They’re my books, I can do whatever I want with them.” Protect him from the booktubers/booktokers. Would absoLUTELY rip a book in half. Never let them know your next move.

Haruhi: Extremely curated. There’s not as much space where she and her dad live compared to the other members, plus books can be expensive. Haruhi is a big supporter of her local library and lending books amongst friends. She has a carefully selected collection of her favorite books from when she was younger and as she’s gotten older. There is also one book dedicated to each host member that she acquired in case they ever surprise pop by to help entertain them if she needs to get anything done. She also has a fair amount of trinkets and fun little figurines to decorate the shelves. 

Kyoya: #aesthetic #pristine #myshelvesarebetterthanyourshelves, look I do NOT see this man as having messy bookshelves. They are regularly dusted, spines are NOT cracked, and filled with classics all from the same publisher so the style of binding is uniform. Lots of Osamu Dazai, and even more Japan travel guides.

Tamaki: Gorgeous shelves. Giant, gleaming with polish, any bookworms dream. The shelves though? A bit chaotic. There is an entire shelf dedicated to The Little Prince in as many editions and styles he could find in dozens of languages. There are picture frames full of Odette and his friends and his mother, more children’s books in French, a shit ton of Japan travel guides, autobiographies on famous piano composers, an expansive music collection, figurines, dead plants that he swears are still alive, and any other means of proof that he is living his life to the fullest and having a good time. 

Bonus

Renge: Manga. You know those collectors who have those perfect white bookshelves, rows and rows of manga, maybe some fairy lights, and the funko pops of all their faves? Yeah, that’s her. *And* she has the volumes in Japanese, French, and English. Honestly, maybe a few other languages too if she likes the covers. Some are even signed. Renge also is not about that ~half completed series~ life, nah, she’s a completionist, and has *every* volume, even the volumes that don’t technically come out till next month. I aspire to be her in this regard only. 

Nekozawa: Japan’s largest collection, both of the personal nature and available to the public, of occult books, some of which date back hundreds of years. He was dark academia before it was trendy. Only light through special panes is allowed to permeate the room in order to protect these books. He also has some of those glass stands with certain books flipped open to his favorite pages. Nekozawa also has a substantial amount of occult artifacts which he sometimes lends out to museums. 

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: tyler owens x cowboy male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: there's a new cowboy at the rodeo tyler used to ride for, and tyler's itching to get to know him.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.06k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: plenty swearing, implied death in an acted play

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: cowboy slang vocabulary

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Rodeos are basically a second home for the famous Tornado Wrangler, Tyler Owens. This particular one he visits as often as he can, on weekend evenings to watch the show he used to ride for.

Sometimes, he misses it. He misses the blinding lights that make him forget he's in a glorified pit rather than a stage, and the whistling cheers and claps as he's fighting for his life on the back of a bull; most of all, he misses seeing his cowboy friends damn near every day for practice, especially the old rats that twister-signals him every time they spot each other.

Speaking of, he always tries to waive the fee for his ticket, and when he's too stubborn to accept, they bump down the $15 dollar price to a $3. Not that he ever agrees to that, either. He wants to support them.

All that history means he can always tell when they hire a new cowboy for the show, and this one, well, whew. Isn't he a looker?

Probably, anyway. The cowboy poncho's doing nothin' for his figure, and he's got his scarf up over his nose like the less pleasurable corona's still going around, but he's always had a little thing for cowboys with rat tails and hats over their eyes. Silly little things they are to want to act a mystery–fellers'll often get exposed one way or another–but there's just something about you that lassoes him in.

When Liam sees him walking over after the show, a purposeful look in his eye, he has to ask if he's coming back. "You finally quittin' your storm chaser business, cowpoke? We're startin' to miss ya."

"No, not today. Maybe when I'm forty." Tyler indulges him with a far off idea, like he always does to make small talk, but today he just can't wait to get to the point. "Who's the tenderfoot?"

"Oh, (Y/N)?" Liam chuckles, like a pleasant memory already brightens his mind just from the name. "He's good, ain't he?"

"Yeah, y'all train 'em for three months beforehand." Tyler brushes it off. He was good, but that wasn't the point, and–

"He's a total Bronc Buster, actually."

"Yeah, yeah," He dismisses it once more. "why the scarf? And the hat over his eyes?"

"We're starting a new thing next week." Liam strikes him with that famous excited grin of his, the one that often makes you forget how stern he can get, "Theatre plays on horseback."

"Plays on horseback–?"

"Yeah!" He replies with a nod like it's nothing. "Well, it's just regular plays without a stage, proper backdrops or a light crew," He lists off, then realizes just how depressive that must sound, "and real horses."

"Yeah, that's great, Liam, but why does that matter, exactly?" Tyler still had that one objective in mind, and that's finding out the mystery behind the newest cowboy on horseback.

"He's playin' the villain, of course. Gotta tease the man before we premier the show, builds up the anticipation, obviously."

"Right, right..." Though he trails off, he tries to act as though he knew the obvious marketing strategy, because obviously you put a man in a poncho and obstruct his vision so he looks like a good villain—that aside, he can't deny it worked.

"Look, dabster," Liam's the one waving him off this time, "he'll do fine, we'll do fine! We've rehearsed a lot, and we're sure it's a good idea."

"Uh-huh?"

"Just make sure to come on Friday rather than the weekend." Liam digs his finger into Tyler's chest, looking him in the eye so the man knows he's serious. "I mean it. We're only airing this thing on Fridays, it's long as all hell, Ty."

"How long?" Tyler deadpans.

"Pfft." Liam waves it off, "Long. Like Broadway up north. Lotta acting, intermission to push our food sales, then more acting. Climax, boom, tears and victory."

"Y'know the famous ones like Hamilton run for under three hours, right?" Tyler raises a brow. "Like a movie?"

"Like they say, you can't rush art, Tyler." Liam pats Tyler's shoulder twice reassuringly before he's pushing past and calling out his goodbyes with a yell. He had to leave with a one-liner, huh?

The buckaroo's just yammering, Tyler thinks to himself as he watches his old friend walk off. He only notices that he didn't get to ask for the new guy's number when his faraway figure gets to the size of a bean.

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"Flee, Danika, flee!" You shout to your horse as you barrel dive into cover. She does as promised, fleeing just far enough away that she'll hear your whistle once you've dealt with these bad, bad men.

With your back pressed against a rock and bullets just wooshin' past, you let the empty shells fall from your chamber to the ground and replace them. One by one, pressure's on, your fingers twitch, but they don't hesitate.

You'll get out of here alive, you always do.

You heave a breath, then another, a steady stream of inhales n' exhales, you're calming your heartbeat and will shoot with its rhythm.

Three, two...

Leaning over the edge of the rock, you aim.

Three, two, one.

Three men gone, off their horses and thudding against the harsh, hard ground, but there's more, ridin' in from the east and already prepping their aim. You scramble to get off your ass and into proper cover, the hay shed will do.

There's sweat over your face, it's making your scarf stick. You can't think about taking it off now, lest any of those boys make it out alive and see your face.

As the beat of the hooves comes to a stop, you peak 'round the open side of the shed and shoot.

Three, two, click, click, click.

Gods be damned, you've run out of bullets. You rush to flick open the chamber and empty the shells to replace them; the process is as natural as breathing to you, but not quite as fast.

A man rounds the corner, and you instinctively whip your revolver at his head to result in a crack that sounds all too real.

As the man thuds behind you, you peek around the corner with fresh bullets.

"We'll get you, you sonuvah gun!" The last of the reinforces is a coward, or a scout, as he's now ridin' away on his horse, but he's too gracious a host to consider leaving you without a parting gift.

The bullet that was meant for his head gets the dynamite that's gliding its way towards you, catching it mid air and detonating it early, before it gets you.

The force of the faroff explosion nearly knocks your hat off your head and your ass to the ground, if you hadn't already been there.

"Lord almighty..." You let your revolver fall to the ground harmlessly–which bounces off a little more than it's really meant to–and sigh.

The hat comes off, then the scarf, and you breathe, breathe, breathe.

You're alive, and you've got more enemies. Oh, who cares? What's a few more names to the list?

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As the crowd finally sees the villain's face for the first time, people whistle and ooh at the him.

Tyler's gut feeling was right: he is a looker.

That aside, the storm chaser had to admit, old Liam was onto something, even with the noticeably fake props. The only thing he's wondering is why it's been one hour and the regular rodeo show is resuming as usual. It's not intermission, cause they're not pushing food marketing as Liam said they would.

He doesn't have to ponder very long as he meets up with his old friend again.

"I took your advice to heart, actually. I knew the ol' star would be exhausted after all of it, so I thought we'd split it over a month, and play the same section all weekend. More ticket sales."

Tyler raised a brow at the mention of the protagonist, "Ol' star? He had one scene."

"Not him," Liam says it like he should know, like they're both back in front of the drawing board again, "(Y/N)."

"The villain's the star?" Tyler deadpans.

Liam chuckles in turn, "Didn't you hear the crowd when we finally revealed his face?"

"Oh." Tyler shakes his head, "Well, ain't he dyin' later? Stars don't die."

"Ehhh..." Liam waves his hand and shakes his head side to side in a kind of gesture. "It's implied."

"It's implied?"

"Endings are best left up to interpretation!" The man flourishes with a grand gesture, heaving more energy around than Tyler's used to seeing from him. This thing must really be a passion project. "Don't ruin it, for me, son."

Tyler raises both his hands in surrender at that. "You won't see nothin' from me, old man."

Tyler lets him walk off this time, he deserves that much; only then does he realize that he hasn't got the new guy's number. Again.

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"Negotiations? I don't do negotiations." You're huddled behind cover, hidden from view as you talk with the alleged big huncho of the mining camp. He brought reinforcement, nothing you can't handle, but it could still spell trouble.

"I like to look at a man when I'm talkin' to him."

You scoff. "Like hell I'll peek. You'll blow my head clean off if I try."

"I'm a man of my word." He insists, his deep jazzy voice just screaming a man of wealth and contracts.

"And so am I, but you wouldn't trust that." Idly, you check the chamber of your revolver, having learned from your mistakes. Six bullets, not shells, ready to be fired.

"Touché, good sir."

"Good sir?"

"As I understand it," The man says, his voice is strong to reach your ears but it ain't threatening, "you just want a cut of my money."

"And if I do?" You click the chamber back in place, listening for out of place sounds like footsteps.

"I'm willing to pay." Oh, that haughty bastard really thinks he's gonna get you with that?

"Like hell you are." You laugh, a loud thing so you make sure he hears that you're not gullible.

As the big man begins to speak again, surely more lies that are meant to coerce you into taking the bait, you throw a stray wood chip up into the air.

Bang!

The split second after it sees the light of day, the wood chip is shot to splinters, right as you'd expected.

"I think negotiations are over, sir..?"

"Cornwall." The man sighs out his name. "Good day to you, sir."

"Good day, sir Cornwall."

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As he often finds himself doing nowadays, Tyler goes around searching for Liam to talk about a particular someone. Little does he know that where he usually finds his old friend, he'll finds someone else.

"Excuse me," He begins politely, not recognizing the man from behind. "have you seen Liam?"

When you turn around to reply instead of another cowboy he might know, his little stunned gaze makes your words take on a confused tone. "He's playing his part in the pit..?"

"Oh." Tyler has barely any time to register that Liam's actually taking part in the acting biz before he's scrambling to greet you properly. "You're (Y/N), right? The new guy?"

"That's me." You nod your head and take a sip from your bottle. In a couple minutes you'll be back in the show again, so you're making the most of your small break. "And you?"

"Um, Tyler. Tyler Owens. Does Liam not talk about me?"

As the star of the million-follower YouTube channel Tornado Wranglers, Tyler thinks he's kind of a big deal around Oklahoma, especially around here as he used to ride for the local rodeo. He's usually not an arrogant guy, unless he decides to play it up for the competition, but...he finds that his ego is a little bruised now.

"I'm just playin' with you, poppet. Liam never stops singing his praises 'bout you." You offer your hand for a shake, a well placed gesture if you hadn't just called him poppet.

Tyler flushes a little, because, well, poppet's quite an endearing term and you're hot and there's something about men that are sweaty and out of breath. He manages to shake your hand without making a fool of himself anyway. "What does Liam say about me?"

"He said that you've taken a million kicks from bulls and you still managed to go an get yourself a fancy degree, that you're tough as nails and can always tell when he slips you belly wash." You list off a couple of less than good things about him in detail so excrutiating that Tyler knows Liam's said them time and time again. "Oh, and that you always rode pretty well."

Tyler comes out of it a little embarrassed, and his voice therefore comes out meek, like he hasn't spoken for a while. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You laugh and pat his shoulder. "You know how Liam is, he'll point out how you're a hill of beans and then praise ya."

His shoulders deflate with relief and he laughs along with you. "Yeah, I know 'im."

"Truth be told, it's kinda nice to hear about the real man as opposed to the Tornado Cowboy persona." You say it kind of sheepishly, which is rather nice to see when he's only ever had a cocky you to compare to.

Plus, you'd just admitted that you watch his videos, making his grin widen. "You a fan?"

"Don't get too full o' yourself, cowboy." You point a finger at him, huffing a laugh. "I see you in the stands every week."

He could just say it's because this play is an ongoing thing with a new sorta 'episode' each week, which is the truth, or he could flirt along. "You caught me," He hisses like it's a big deal and it's embarrassing to be caught. "I am your biggest fan."

"You like anti-heroes, do ya?" You chuckle, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I'm as gullible as everyone else, darlin'. I'll like any villain so long as they're hot n' ride good." He sends a wink over, because there ain't no subtlety when there's a crowd just a ways away you've gotta shout over.

You wolf-whistle in turn, "Is that so, poppet?"

"I'm being simon-pure." He insists, tipping his hat for extra measure.

This is going well for Tyler, you're responsive to his flirting and you can match it too. Unfortunately, good things always have to come to an end.

"Listen, Tyler," You indulge him with a laugh but unfortunately point towards the stage. "I don't wanna miss my cue, so I've got to...well, you know. What I'm saying is..."

"Wanna grab a root later?" Tyler takes the opportunity to ask first, eagerly at that.

"Yeah," You smile, grateful that he took the opportunity. "yeah, uh, want my number?"

It's the fourth week in a row Tyler watches another figure walk off on a Friday evening, but this time he's got his prize secured, and he's left more hopeful than regretful.

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These stubborn miners are just setting up more and more defenses, to the point where you're pondering what marks the difference between a mining camp and a Pinkerton camp. Is it gun count or armed miner count?

You settle into prone on a ridge overlooking the camp to make your figure less noticeable amidst the bright sky–earning you a couple strange bird caws from onlooking eagles–and scout out with your binoculars.

"Tall fences," You begin to mutter under your breath. "sniper outposts on the roof, a guard at the wagon rail, no, two; several on each little path in and out."

And...is that a Gatling gun? "Ugh, seriously?"

"What is it, my darling?" Your sweetheart calls from behind you. Before you can answer, she's rolling you over onto your back and settling half on your lap. The geese in V-formation above caw louder.

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." You assure, a nice smile on your face as you steady the gal.

You couldn't worry her, no, you're doing this all for her, after all. It's not her fault her daddy got their family into a deep, six foot grave kind of debt before the man got himself killed in a fishing trip gone wrong, after all.

"There is always somethin' to worry over." She giggles, hands trailing over your chest, pulling your attention away for the moment.

"I know, poppet, but–"

"You're worryin' right now." She points out, drawing circles over your heart with her pointer.

You sigh, "I know."

"Let me take your handsome lil' mind off it, can I?"

She's already leaning down before you can even say no.

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As soon as you start kissing up that pretty girl in that pit you take for a stage, Tyler looks down at his phone. He taps the screen impatiently, almost as if you'll answer him right now while you're up there, all busy.

Hey, it's Tyler. It was nice meeting you.

How does six at the Hay Shed sound?

"He ghosted me." Tyler groans. It's covered up by the sound of the ooh-ing crowd, but he doesn't much care if it's heard or not. "Seriously, I find a man as fine as cream gravy, and he ghosts me?"

It was too good to be true. You're hot, you called him poppet, and you were receptive to his flirting; too good to be true.

...

"Liam, hey! Can I borrow a horse?"

Nothing's better for clearing the mind than a good horse ride right before sunset, it's like long walks at the beach. Tyler often found that it was also great for dealing with break ups or, in this situation, not even making it to the talking stage.

He doesn't check his phone, doesn't even realize it's vibrating in place with it in the saddle bag. Instead, his eyes are straight ahead.

He's riding towards the sunset like it's the end of a movie, and what a poor, short movie it is.

It's fine. It's fine, it really is. It's not like he was already mashed, anyway, no sir! He's just disappointed. It's a big cavernous feeling in his chest like it's empty, when it's really filled with something none too good.

"Ah," Tyler sighs out, hopefully exhaling all them feelings. He pats the horse, watches its ears twitch as he talks. "You understand me, big guy?"

He's too caught up in feeling sorry for himself to hear someone else riding up beside him.

"Perfect spot for a first date, huh?"

"Holy shit, what the fuck?" Tyler damn near falls off his horse. He has to hold onto the reigns with white knuckles in order not to.

"You done airin' your lungs, poppet?" You only grin in return, pointing out your shirt pocket, at your phone. "I shot you a text."

Tyler huddles closer to his horse's neck. Though he's still heaving recovering breaths, he finds the sass to say, "About a week late."

"Yeah, 'm sorry about that." You rub the back of your neck, your smile melting with shame. "I'm kind of a busy man."

"Oh, yeah?" He shoots back with furrowed brows and a scowl.

"Yeah, I totally deserve that." You bow your head a little, "It's just, I work the show all weekend, and I was so exhausted comin' back in on Tuesday that it totally slipped my mind."

Oh.

"Let me make it up to you?" You ask hopefully, looking at him with those sheep's eyes, and it makes him feel a little guilty.

"I'm sorry." Tyler says quickly, straightening up and all and mirroring your apologetic look.

"No, no, it's totally fine!"

"I mean, I totally didn't realize–"

So there you both are, spewing excuses to be sorry for each other, guilt eating away at you like worms do a book. There seems to be no end to it. Your pseudo-argument stretches as far as the horizon, up until the sun sets below it.

"Seriously, let me make it up to you." Before he can even reply, you continue. "You said the Hay Shed, yeah? I'll buy our dinner, no big deal."

"I–" Tyler starts up, but you shoot him a pointed look, quieting him down. "Okay."

"Okay, good." That nice, charming smile of yours builds up again, and he almost swoons.

"Race you?" He smiles back, tipping his head forward.

You're already shifting into proper form. "Oh, you're on, cowboy."

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You're sitting in your porch in that old rocking chair of yours, your white hair sweeping off your forehead as an easy breeze blows past. Your fingers tap to the rhythm of your boy playing the guitar and his mother singing along. Ranch life has treated both you and Danika well. The old girl gets to snack on sugar cubes every day while you got to lock your revolvers away and sip on fine liquor every night after dinner.

It's been a good life, you think as you watch the sun set. Your sins are long behind you.

...this isn't how you planned to die.

No, not in this damn cave away from your girl, slowly choking on fumes, trapped in by a cave in.

Somewhere, distantly, you can hear that good for nothing hero laughing like old Saint Nick himself, shouting to the world his victory.

It's not even his, you think stubbornly, because you won't give him the victory of thinking your death is his to brag about, it's this damned fire and these damned rocks.

You were so, so close. You've killed dozens of men just to get in this gods-damned gold mine and steal a couple nuggets for your girl, and you almost made it out.

This is how you'll die, all alone here choked by a fire.

Oh hells. If you're going to die you might as well die by the hands of a man who's actually worthy of the kill.

Shakily, you lift your hand.

This world was shit. Hope the next is greener.

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"Ah, oh god, fuck off!" Tyler shouts, and despite all that fight to shove your lips off his chin and his face, he's laughing.

"What, am I not pretty enough for ya, darlin'?" You pull him closer with warm–noticeably not scalding–hands at his waist, puckering your lips playfully at him.

There's black makeup, soot, over your face: on your cheeks, 'round your eyes, on your forehead, everywhere.

"Go boil your shirt!" With one shove, he pushes you so hard you fall into your vanity chair. The flimsy old thing rocks from side to side before settling back down with your weight on it.

You roll your eyes, picking up a makeup wipe once stabilized to begin cleaning yourself off. "If you didn't like me, you just had to say so."

"Don't be like that." Before you can answer, he's turning your chair and sitting on your lap, though when you try to kiss him, he pushes you away again. "You're not done yet, cowpoke."

You huff and whine, and you'd kick your feet if you could, like it's the worst shame in the world.

"Don't pitch a fit at me." He points a finger at you and you laugh in turn.

"No, of course not, darling."

Tyler waits patiently as you wipe the makeup off, realizing as he does that he's been through worse shit: the biggest tornadoes, the harshest thunder storms, and the stickiest mud. Although to be fair, he hasn't had mud that transfers as easily as this cheap makeup does on his face before.

"That good enough?" He shakes his head, prompting you to huff and wipe your face again. "Now?"

It's still not good enough for him. Fortunately, he snatches up the wipe and passes it over your face himself. It feels as rough as a cat's tongue or your dad hosing you down after you tracked mud around the house, and you're fixing to speak your mind about it.

"There you are." Tyler's face emerges from behind the wipe, a wide, teasing smile on his face that tells you he was wiping you off longer than he needed to. "Apple-pie order."

His lips are on yours right after that, drowning you with a toad strangler of love. Your complaints die out right on your tongue, because how could you ever be mad at him?

Answer is: you can't.

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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i watched this movie in spanish so i don't know what tyler's cowboy nickname is in english and i've also forgotten some details in the movie (ex: if it was mentioned that scott and javi are ex-boyfriends, i literally did not notice until i read the wiki)

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Series Masterlist

Chapter 3

Warnings: Allusions to violence; injuries; accidental urination

You were almost certain your feet were bleeding, but you dared not stop to check, hesitant to even turn to inspect for bloody tracks. The heels had been left behind and you had no others. You hid the limp well, accustomed to pain. Your head remained lowered in subjugation, your gaze only high enough to see the back of Daryl’s legs. You needed to know if he stopped or changed direction. 

The food and water had proven to be both a blessing and a curse. While it had provided the nourishment you so desperately needed, it had also left you with a mighty problem: your bladder was almost painfully full. You debated on asking permission to step off the road, but feared the repercussions of speaking without being spoken to first. 

“I gotta take a piss.” Daryl huffed, not breaking stride when he veered to the left and into the ditch, heading toward the trees. You halted immediately, the sudden stop making the urge to go nearly unbearable. Standing still was impossible. You bounced painfully from foot to foot, your thighs pressed together. 

“Y/N.” You flinched at the sound of Rick’s voice. His tone was gentle. You just weren’t used to someone saying your name instead of some sort of degrading term. You slowly lifted your head, meeting his eyes for only a moment before dropping your gaze again. “Do you need to—?” He trailed off, and you looked up just as he motioned to where Daryl was currently relieving himself on a tree. You nodded meekly. Rick smirked. “Just go on over there with Daryl.”

You nodded again and stepped into the grass. The soft ground was a welcomed change from the gravelly pavement. When you would usually never dare to run, you moved quickly, only stopping when you came up next to Daryl. 

The man did a double take. “The fuck, woman?!” He quickly turned his back to you as he finished tucking himself away, the look on his face one of surprise and frustration. He didn’t really appear to be angry. Regardless, when he whirled back around with his hand up, you just knew he was going to strike you. You covered your head to shield yourself from the impact, the sudden fear resulting in the loss of bladder control. 

When the hit never came, you lowered one arm to risk a quick glance. Daryl was staring down, no doubt seeing the rivulets of urine descending down your legs. In panicked horror, you began to mutter apologies, fully prepared to then be struck or forced to your knees for a different sort of punishment that would offer at least some gratification for him. 

I-I-I’m sorry, Sir! I just haven’t had that much water in ages and I— I just—”

“Jesus. Just—hang on.” He was already pulling his pack off his shoulders, kneeling down to dig through the contents. A moment later, a bandana and a sleeveless shirt were being shoved into your arms. “Clean up and an’ change into that but—turn ‘round.” You didn’t hesitate, your back to him almost instantaneously. There was a shuffle of clothing and the distinct click of a belt buckle. 

Oh. 

So, that’s what he intended to do. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time a belt was used on you. Regardless, you continued to unfasten the clasp on your barely-there top, allowing it to fall to the ground. The shirt was quite large on you, a bit of your breasts visible under the arm, but it was at least comfortable. 

“Here.” You looked over your shoulder to find him holding out a pair of boxers, his belt still undone. Your first instinct was to curl your lip, but you quickly crushed that thought. “I know it ain’t the best idea but ya can’t exactly walk up with ya business all out either. We got kids there.”

Kids? You finally accepted with trembling fingers. “Right. Thank you, Sir.”

The archer sighed, securing his belt. Free-ballin’ wasn’t his idea of a good time but he’d just have to deal with it. “Can ya please just call me Daryl?”

You bent over to step out of your panties, using the bandana to clean up, and then pull on the gifted undergarments, not really considering the view you were granting Daryl in the process. What you couldn’t see was the sudden redness that filled his face or the way he quickly averted his gaze. “Big Jazz always said it takes a while for customers to adjust to being addressed so formally.”

Daryl scrubbed a hand over his face. “Ya done?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“For fuck sake. Let’s go.” You lowered your eyes, only sparing a momentary glance at your discarded clothing before you began to follow him. He’d surely punish you after nightfall when Rick had gone to sleep and would probably prefer you naked anyway. When Daryl stepped back onto the roadway, he paused. There were small prints of blood leading up to where he’d last seen you standing. “Your feet bleedin’?”

“It’s fine, really.” You replied, a little too quickly. He considered you for a moment before shaking his head. 

“Nah, can’t have ya leavin’ a trail.” Rick was watching curiously, his head tilted. Daryl had returned to the tree, digging a small hole in the earth with only his hands so that he could bury the clothing and bandana. Satisfied, he dusted off his hands on his thighs and returned to where the two waited. “Can’t do much ‘bout them prints but the trail’ll go cold here.”

You glanced down worriedly at your feet. They still ached and burned and bled. So what exactly did he plan on doing with you? He handed his pack to Rick, but when he pulled off the crossbow, you felt nauseated. 

“Sir?” Your voice was so timid, he didn’t hear it but he did see you take a step back, though it was obvious you hadn’t realized it. Please, don’t kill me. I can be better. The weapon was also passed off to Rick. 

“Ya got two choices.” You blinked up at him owlishly. Then he was moving toward you and you reacted, shuffling backward with your palms out in front of you. He stopped short, angling his head to narrow his eyes in an expression you couldn’t quite read. 

It was with learned control that you focused on slowing your breathing and heartrate. “I’m sorry.” Your arms quickly dropped to your sides, dainty fingers twisting into the hem of the oversized shirt. 

“Ain’t got time for this shit.” A calloused hand wrapped itself around your bicep and pulled. Your body crashed into Daryl with a yelp but things didn’t end there. He swept his arm beneath your knees, fully pressing you into his own space. “S’this or piggyback. Which ya want?”

You allowed yourself to scrutinize the archer but not for long. Once you were settled in his arms, your eyes met his for the first real time.  How could anyone have eyes so blue? Even with the crease in his brow and the slight curl of his lip, that kindness in his eyes had been the one thing to remain. 

“This—this is fine, Sir.” You wouldn’t argue. He was worried about people following, not about how bad your feet were hurting. 

“Ya good with that?” Daryl jerked his chin toward the crossbow that Rick was maneuvering onto his back. 

“Yeah, I got it. Let’s get a little further before we set up camp.”

Daryl began walking a few paces behind Rick, his steady stride rhythmically rocking you in arms. You couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched you without the intent to harm in at least some fashion. The archer didn’t seem like the sort of man that would eagerly inflict pain upon you, but he did buy you. If not for his own gratification, then why? 

You had to admit he was attractive. He had an air about him that you found calming, contradictory to the indifference that was always settled on his face. Maybe it would almost be enjoyable when he inevitably fucked you. Maybe he wouldn’t take such pleasure in marking up your skin with unwanted contusions. 

You dropped your gaze to where his fingers wrapped around your legs, just shy of the back of your knee. His hold was sure but not overbearing. He didn’t hold onto you like you were his property, even though that’s exactly what you were. He cradled you gently. He carried you like he actually cared. 

It was confusing. You shouldn’t let your brain be lured into such impossible fantasies. Maybe he was being kind now, but once Rick was asleep and Daryl had you alone, he would certainly give you what you had coming. It was the way of the world now. It was what men had become. 

But would it really hurt to let yourself imagine, just for a moment, that he was different?

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

HELLO YES I´D LOVE TO KNOW ABT JAY´S EYE??? i´m guessing skybound related?? (i am SOOO curious abt your plans for skybound btw aaaaaa!!!!)

(adgsfgsdfass i actually hadn´t noticed it first, my dumbass went and looked at the pretty lights of the ferris wheel and brain shut down lmaoo, gotta step up my game >:0)

also damn!! those are some GOOD colors, the atmosphere is amazing!!!! been to the beach when the weather is like that, scary stuff!!!

Operation Rainbow Lights Distraction is successful *-*)9

Kidding, but it's good to know that his eye is both subtle yet striking! S'what I was going for!

Anywaaaay, explanation time! Grab popcorn and really think about if you're ready to discuss fantasy eye trauma before jumping in <3

So we all know Jay gets an eyepatch in Skybound, but in actuality Clancee just gives it to him for aesthetic reasons, even though Future!Jay was seen to have one back in S5. And, of course, the fandom has run rampant with all sorts of deliciously angsty ideas (blinding him, making it a different color, gouging his eye out, etc), but I...can't do that lmao

-Blinding his eye completely would cause too much of a butterfly effect for a lot of the things he does in later seasons, and I am already juggling enough subplots lmao. Besides, this is one of the common go-tos for him and I wanna take a different approach. -I can't change the color of his eye without going against my own established lore (I did consider just making it a light blue but a) that's also a common thing and b) would wind up looking too close to Zane SO—) -I don't have the stomach to gouge his eye out completely. I can tear Zane limb from limb, carve into Kai's face like a Christmas ham, and have Lloyd nearly lose a hand but I can't bring myself to do that aaaaaaaAAAAA–

BUT I wanted to do something interesting with his eye, and to do something at least a little bit different from what I've personally seen.

Soooo then instead of some kind of external injury (that is, a physical trauma caused by someone/something else), I started looking into the effects that Lightning can have on the eye (so for my purposes, something Jay would inflict on himself). Turns out there's actually possible "lightning injuries" that can occur on the eye (rare though they are), ranging from star-shaped cataracts, electrical burns, iris collapsing (kinda cool, but also ew and horrifying), and ofc effects on vision itself without just straight up blindness.

There's also that I haven't seen very many changes with his sclera (white eye part) either. From scleritis to simple eye strain, the eyes can become bloodshot...but, what if it was permanent, and what if it was from electricity?

ANYWAY I put all this info into a blender and made the following smoothie out of it:

So during Skybound, Jay gets chained up in Vengestone on Nadakhan's ship and mercilessly tortured, yadda ya, but instead of one of the pirates inflicting harm onto Jay, he still tries to force the use of his powers even through the Vengestone, which causes an internal surge within him (as his powers "run in circuits", and applying Vengestone essentially makes his powers an "open circuit", meaning they have no current to follow/no outlet to head towards, so all that power/energy just gets channelled back inward and goes nowhere)

...meaning that the force of the attempt "blows" Jay's eye out from the strain (not literally, but think of it like he's having a contained Outburst, with all that power trying to channel out through the eyes as it would naturally but it can't). The resulting flash/pain turns his eye glassy, makes his eye bloodshot (but instead of "blood" its with electricity, hence the blue), and affects the shape of his pupil (making it diamond star-shaped, though you can't really tell in the tarot card unless you squint).

Resulting complications of this are that his one eye becomes extremely sensitive to certain amounts of light, his eye tears up randomly and get easily irritated, it causes chronic pain on that one side of his head, there's a on-and-off haze around his gaze, and he does start to gradually get worsening vision as he gets older (but not until he passes on his powers to whomever).

He wears the eyepatch when the environment is particularly bright (or he's meeting someone new and doesn't wanna freak 'em out), but without both his eyes his precision and evasive ability gets hindered (which is inconvenient when you're lightning. Also inconvenient when you're trying to teleport and lack depth perception). So, sometimes it's a gamble of if he wants to miss his target, or to avoid excruciating, crippling pain.

But other than that he's fine <3

[the-bar-sinister]

Deicide: Red Shift (47895 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 11/?

Summary: A mysterious signal is drawing ships across the Grand Line to a place called Elegia for the first ever concert by the rising star singer, Uta. Following the signal are Cross Guild and fallen emperor Shanks, the Charlotte family, the Donquixote Pirates and the shattered remnants of Law's crew, and Kid's crew, and Cavendish and Bartolomeo.

And the Straw Hats and their captain Luffy, who hasn't seen Uta since they were both little children at their idol Shanks' knee.

Perhaps this meeting was ordained by fate. Perhaps, in the end, there was only ever one tragic outcome possible.

But Luffy has other plans.

catch up here

-

The guard room was fairly large, but it still wasn't large enough to hold the Straw Hats and the Donquixotes. Usopp was fairly sure that all told there were more than two dozen of them, none of them wanting to take their eyes off the others while Luffy and Law were upstairs… working things out. However they were going to work out. Usopp was not at all sure that things were going to stay as civil as they were, not with the way Sugar was looking at him.

The small woman…girl? Woman? The small doll stood just out of arm's reach of him with one bright eye narrowed, the other, the one under her monocle, seeming to hitch just a bit wider on what looked like old scar tissue as relay ed through inhuman porcelain skin.

The look of silent, seething fury on her face was unmistakable though, her lips in a sharp frown as she flexed her fingers by her side with a soft series of clacks. 

Usopp tugged at his collar and fought with himself whether to try to strike up a conversation, or just to try to hide behind Franky. All around the room, quiet, tense conversations were starting between members of the two crews who had, for the most part, been serious enemies for a while.

Not all of them, though, Usopp was still boggling to see Bepo there among them, and saw that the bear mink was now waving down Carrot with a large grin on his face.

-

Geeze…now this was a situation Carrot had never expected. On one hand—she was glad that things weren't erupting into all out violence! On the other, well—she remembered Dressrosa well, and the people they were now crammed into a room with were the masterminds of that whole stupid mess.

BUT—well, people change, right? That was the only reason she could think of why she'd see Bepo, one of the few other minks she'd seen in her time venturing outside Zou, hanging out with them along with Law, the guy who, ya know, had basically asked them to take these guys all out for him.

Still, she couldn't contain her excitement when Bepo waved over to her with a smile, practically leaping across the room with rabbit-like speed to tackle him in a hug with an exclamation of "GARCHU! Wow, long time no see! Since what? Zou?"

Bepo huffed out a greeting in return and nuzzled against her happily, squeezing her in his big arms. "I think! I don't think we were even in the same room for a minute on Wano!"

"Yeah! I know right? Things were crazy on Wano—I don't think I had a minute to THINK with all the chaos. All that ninja stuff—and then the infiltration, I'll be honest Bepo, I have no idea what you were even up to on that little island!" 

"I was captured for a while," he said with a sigh. He had started running his claws through her hair, straightening and brushing it. "Other than that I was mostly following around after Law. How about you?"

Carrot nuzzled him affectionately. So many people on the grand line didn't understand the importance of minkship— of the casual intimacy of touch between friends who cared for one another.

"All the way to the Donquixotes, I guess! That's gotta be an interesting story!" she laughed quietly. "Gosh, after Wano? Well….things kinda went sideways when Luffy's ship got boarded by Emperor Shanks—you know, the guy he used to look up to?" 

"Shanks?" Bepo blinked. "You guys got boarded? For real? That had to be scary!"

Actually, now that she thought about it, even Bepo had been more shy last time they'd been together. She'd chalked it up to him having lived with humans for so long, but something seemed to have changed now.

She nuzzled against him again, her curiosity pinging stronger as she looked up at him with her bright, wide eyes. "It was kind of scary. But they had a big fight and Luffy drove him off—I'm not gonna air my captain's dirty laundry but—but Shanks was saying some pretty cruel stuff." 

"That's awful." Bepo shook his head, nuzzling her closely and snuffling at her ears. She noticed that the crest of his fur had been braided. "As I think you heard, we didn't have a much better time after Wano…"

"Yeah!" Carrot frowned. "I…I can't believe that big JERK sunk your ship and took out your crew!" Her sharp nails scritched his fur by his neck as she huffed happily, ears twitching against him "we'll kill him for it, someone here will at least!"

She looked up at him with a half smile "but something good must have happened—you've definitely opened up since Zou!" 

His ears flicked as she scritched him and he made a pleasant grumbling noise. "Well… I've been trying. Um. The new crew is a lot more open…"

She watched his gaze flick over to some of the Donquixotes, in particular a quite tall man with braided hair.

The tall man seemed to catch his eye, grinning from ear to ear as he waved—distantly, Carrot felt like she remembered him from Dressrosa, though his name didn't come to mind.

"They're open, huh? I guess I can see that—they always kinda had the feeling that they'd be fun if they weren't, you know…trying to kill us." Her nose twitched a little as she bumped Bepo again with a smile. "Who's that?" 

She watched him bristle and his ears flush as he smiled bashfully. "Oh uh, that's Buffalo." He gave him a little wave, as the man noticed them looking at him.

"Buffalo—oh!!!" Carrot hopped a little as she remembered. "He hit me with that spinning thing of his in Dressrosa! It got my bees all out of sorts! Hi Buffalo! Glad we're not enemies anymore! Glad I'm not bein' asked to kill you!"

Buffalo seemed to freeze up slightly across the room before his smile turned a little confused and he managed a "t-thaaanks? Me too?" 

-

Zoro had known this day was going to be weird, but he did not understand how weird it was going to be until he found himself crammed in a room full of Donquixotes and nobody had their weapons drawn. That was almost a shame because you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. His good eye bounced from familiar face to familiar face— he was surprised how low his gaze was when he got to Pica. It looked like he'd managed to cut the guy down to size after all.

At some point the cook had started to move. His long-legged swagger carried him across the room and towards a lone girl in the fishnet shirt, short shorts and a smoldering cigarette as she tapped her foot against the ground in a sort of tense, anxious irritation.

For some reason the thought of 'maid' came to mind despite her utterly maid-like attire. 

Zoro was already moving to intercept the cook's shitty attempt at inter-crew diplomacy before his brain was fully in gear and he realized that 'maid' came to mind because he'd seen her in a maid outfit in Dressrosa.

That certainly didn't stop him from moving to intercept, though conversation of some kind at least had already started by the time he got there.

He came in mid sentence, Sanji leaned on the wall near the woman "--now I'd hate to ask such a beautiful woman about someone else, but…"

The girl outside of her maid dress had gone a little pink, shifting from side to side as she waved her hand and chewed on the end of her cigarette. "Fuck, don't worry about it! I mean, I'm worried too." 

Zoro furrowed his brow. What the hell was the cook worried about? He crossed his arms, frowning and was about to ask when the synapses connected. Oh, the girl that had collapsed. Chopper and Caesar had her in the other room, doing some kind of examination on her. Hadn't she been the one that Sanji was talking about after Dressrosa?

Before he left for his big wedding.

Zoro gave him a warning look instead of interrupting him for the moment.

"Yeah, I'd bet—it's troubling your pretty face," Sanji purred as he smiled around his cigarette. Between the two of them, the corner of the guard house was filling up with dueling scents of different tobacco mixtures and smoke. He glanced sidelong, seeming to meet Zoro's eye before he leaned in closer. "so why don't we reassure one another, Baby 5."

Baby 5 blinked. 

"Uhm…" she took a long puff from her cigarette and glanced towards Zoro briefly. "I mean, the doctors don't seem to be screaming and runnin' around, so Violet's probably just, I dunno— fuckin' overwhelmed. Maybe it's all the voices around here? It's crowded." 

"It wasn't that crowded on the bridge when she collapsed," Zoro interjected. He didn't bother to add the rest of his thought— if that were the case, wouldn't she have collapsed while they were in the concert area?

"Mosshead, d'ya know how far she can SEE? This whole island's well within her range. She's pickin' up everyone here and then some!" Sanji snapped back "Baby 5, don't pay any attention to him, he's got as much good sense as he's got a sense of direction."

"Well, I mean—" Baby 5 chewed nervously on her cigarette with a scowl—Zoro could see as she turned each of her fingers into gleaming knives one at a time before they faded back to human flesh. A repeating tic that she performed a few times in succession. "The last thing she said before she collapsed was 'I'm blind' and somethin' about the island." 

"Yeah, what was that about?" Zoro shrugged. He certainly didn't know. He didn't know why Viola was even there, anyway. He was pretty sure Sanji had said that she'd left the Donquixote family. But maybe the idiot cook had just had the wool pulled over his eyes.

Baby 5 continued as Sanji's brow furrowed—was it concern? Confusion? Who knew. "Poor Violet—I mean, whatever's fuckin' happening did a number on her. I hope she's gonna be alright. I mean—she came back to the family, so we've gotta look out for her."

"Hahah…" Sanji laughed, before he noticed Zoro glaring his way and the bravado leapt back into his voice to send him leaning playfully on the wall beside Baby 5. 

"She'll be alright, Baby 5…, ut you show your colors beautifully, you know. A lovely, smoldering flower like yourself— overwhelmed with care for one of your own. Even one who I'd been told had— well, left the Donquixotes for good!" 

Here it came. Zoro was going to have to be ready to field it when Sanji inevitably got his feelings crushed. Again.

"Well yeah, she was a fuckin' traitor for a little bit," Baby 5 bristled—literally bristled with what looked like hundreds of knives' edges—before she flashed a broad grin. "But she came back to us—she actually saved the entire family from her father and helped us track Doffy down to bring the family back together! She's always been onna us, even if she —hey, uh, you alright man?"

Sanji's shoulders were shaking, and he'd gone white as a sheet as he pressed his hand to his face "---and now she's back with the Donquixotes, after all that—huh." 

"Don't faint there, cook," Zoro growled, putting his hand on his shoulder. It was a tease, but for a moment with how pale he looked, he was actually worried.

"I ain't gonna faint, Mosshead!" he snapped back—though he gave him a thankful smile "I just really—I dunno I thought she really did want help gettin' out of the Donquixotes. It's just a bit of a surprise."

"I mean—" Baby 5 leaned forward with the clinking of her metal fingers as they phased through different weapons again. "We were surprised too, you know. We thought she turned her back on us forever, went back to bein' a princess or a queen or whatever. But—I dunno. We ain't as bad as everyone thinks we are." 

Zoro glanced up at the ceiling, thinking of Luffy. That was probably what Law was telling him, too.

-

A fishman! A fishman! Another Fishman!!!! Derringer couldn't stop his excitement as he practically bounded around the other man inside the guard house—the SUPER TALL and BUILT LIKE A BRICK HOUSE Jinbei, the first son of the sea.

Oh ho, he was a famous one. A warlord, a former Sun Pirate—as far as fishmen went he was prooobably the most famous ever, ever! And now here he was, in fangs distance to little ol' Derringer—the half fishman reject, the Donquixote's special little guy. Him!

He giggled eagerly, his hand covering his mouth as he watched Jinbei's expression with pin-pricked red eyes "gooshhhh" he tittered. "You're handsome, Mr. Jinbei, has anyone ever told you that? You look positively De~li~ci~ous~!" 

Jinbei cocked his head at him, looking down as he towered over, practically blotting out the light. "Actually the last time someone told me I looked delicious, it was a threat."

"It could be a threat if you want it to be a threat!" Derringer laughed, batting his long eyelashes at him as he leaned in closer. He wanted to see how he reacted—he wanted to see what this legend was like! Was he anything like him? Did he feel the fighting fish blood fever? The anger? The excitement? "Or, ya know, whatever!" 

"Or whatever, hm?" Jinbei's wide mouth formed a smirk, and Derringer could see his fangs peeking out. "That's a dangerous proposition, young one. Especially in circumstances like these."

Despite his words and his calm manner, there seemed to be a teasing sparkle in the older man's eye. Baiting him, if only a little.

"I'm not scared of a little danger!" Derringer said proudly "I grew up a fishman in the North Blue an' Dressrosa!!" 

And everyone knew how fishmen were treated, even half-fishmen��maybe even especially half-fishmen.

He leaned a little closer, the sharp edges of his sharp teeth showing as he snapped them. "and anyway, a tussle would proooobably spice this place up a bit. A little sweat, a little blood—a little exertion! I mean, it's the big reunion of the Straw Hats an' the Donquixotes! Let's get freaky with it!" 

Jinbei laughed and he laughed merrily. "You remind me of old friends, young one. But I won't break the peace unless my captain gives the order."

Derringer's eyes practically sparkled as he leaned in closer, closing the distance—where was the fun in staying apart? I mean, they say fishmen had to stick together right? So why stay so far apart? Besides—wouldn't it be funny to see his face when he smooshed up right next to him? He pressed against him with a batting of his eyelashes.

"I remind you of old friends?? Really really?" 

"I could tell you stories, if you have the patience to listen to them."

Patience…eughhh…sometimes he felt like he'd had the patience removed from him and put somewhere else. His mind moved so quick—he got so distracted—he usually responded to a request for patience with a few playful bites and indulging an appetite.

But that being said—Jinbei wasn't just handsome, he was a connection to a culture Derringer hadn't ever known—his own. He nuzzled up against him with a broad grin. Just this once, just this fleeting moment he'd grow a little patience to listen "I'm dyin' to know, Mr. Jinbei~" 

-

Nami's teeth were on edge. She cast nervous glances towards Giolla—she hadn't forgotten that fucking modern art shit she pulled on her and Chopper. She wouldn't forget it for a long time, either. It'd be a cold day in hell when she let herself be turned into a painting again. She looked at Doflamingo slouched in his weird and birdlike stance—the man they'd worked so hard to beat, just standing there while Law explained himself.

She was in the middle of the cocktail party meet-and-greet from hell and there weren't even any cocktails.

"This is absurd," she muttered to herself.

"Sure is," an unfamiliar voice answered from somewhere above her on her left. 

She looked up to find one of the Donquixotes— in a similar slouched posture to their illustrious leader— slumped against the wall next to her with a pack of cigarettes in his long fingered hands. He was wearing a cape, and had a broad brimmed hat that cast a shadow over the top of his face in a way that only brought more attention to his wide lips.

"GEEZE!" Nami startled, nearly fumbling her climate rod that she was using as a makeshift prop to lean on. "Fuck! How the hell does a guy your size sneak around like that?" 

He waved his hand dismissively and shook his head– though there was a wide smirk on his face. "Ah, I'm not that stealthy. Want a smoke?"

He offered the pack of cigarettes down to her.

"Says the guy who crept behind the master thief," Nami snorted as she eyed the cigarette pack curiously.

She didn't smoke often— sure, sometimes she would, especially with Sanji on nights when they had watch together. She'd also smoked a little back in the day, with Arlong and the Arlong Pirates before she made her bid for independence.

Reaching out, she plucked one of the cigarettes from the box with a thankful nod. "Thanks uh…what's your name. I don't think we wound up fighting—mostly I was dealing with your artsy buddy over there." 

"Giolla huh? That must have been a hell of a fight." He chuckled and snapped open a silver lighter, first for himself, and then leaning down to offer the open flame to her. "It's Diamante. You?"

Diamante. He was one of the big leaders of the whole group.

Nami sputtered as she stuck the cigarette between her lips. 

"....Oh uh, hey there—big guy." One of the big four…three? Of the whole Donquixote Pirates was looming over her and offering her a cigarette like they were buddies.

They sure lived in interesting times, huh? She leaned forward and caught the end in the open flame "mostly it was annoying honestly. Really turned me off art for a while."

She took several short pulls on the cigarette until it lit. "I'm Nami. Straw Hat's navigator and—well, I figure you guys already know I'm a catburglar too." 

He snapped the lighter closed once her cigarette was lit and tucked it in his pocket, still slumped down closer to her level.

"No shit? I used to do a little burgling now and then. Bet you're a hell of a lot better at it than I ever was. No damn cat, that's for sure." He took a long draw on his cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke thoughtfully.

"You were a burglar?" Nami's curiosity was piqued. 

Sure, the Donquixotes were probably all a bunch of assholes, even if Law inexplicably forgave them or whatever—but it wasn't every day she got to talk shop with a fellow thief. "I mean—not to toot my own horn here, but I did rob the East Blue blind before I left it—and helped in a grand heist to rob the Gran Tesoro." She blew a stream of smoke towards him on an exhale and smirked. "How about you? Why don't you tell me about the sorts of places you used to hit." 

-

Doffy stood in the doorway between the room where most of the crews were nervously hanging out, and the room where the doctors were looking after Violet. He had been surprised to see Caesar Clown with the Straw Hats— but grateful, at least. 

He had too much on his mind, his wheels were spinning. He needed a drink. His new Corazon was upstairs negotiating with Straw Hat Luffy– or possibly 'negotiating' with him if they were all lucky– and who the hell knew what was wrong with Vi. And all of everybody was on a hair trigger.

He really needed a drink.

This was supposed to be a fun concert.

"Can you believe how weird this concert has been?" A familiar voice cut through his spinning thoughts, as a cold and strangely fluid weight suddenly bumped into his side before solidifying into a pair of arms wrapped around his. "Doffy, remember me!?"

Doffy jolted, and his fingers tensed reflexively, but then he blinked down at the suddenly familiar intrusion. "Vivi! Oh! It's been a while, hmm?"

The last time Doflamingo had seen the former Princess Vivi had been about two years ago, when she and Croc had shown up in Dressrosa looking for a Devil Fruit for her. That had been a hell of a time. and seeing here now was an… adequate distraction from his restless nerves, for the moment.

The Alabastan woman eased up on his arm to nod her head, before she turned her starlight eyes towards him with a broad smile. 

"Almost two whole years, which—with everything that's been happening? It feels like forever!" Her voice dropped lower and she murmured "I heard about what happened in Dressrosa—I'm just glad you're all okay. I was worried! After everything you did for me, I felt terrible hearing about it." 

Doffy softened, and he put a hand on Vivi's back. It was sweet that she cared. They'd lost people in Dressrosa, dear people, but thank hell the majority of them had made it out alright. And he'd managed to avoid Impel Down– thanks to Crocodile.

"I can't imagine you heard good things," he chuckled darkly, glancing at the Straw Hats. "I see you managed to rejoin your crew. Crocodile said as much."

Vivi chuckled with him, brushing her hair over her shoulder as she leaned against his hand.

"Yeah , I'd actually found them again basically right after Dressrosa—if Croccy and I had caught up a little sooner maybe I coulda convinced them that things with you weren't as bad as they seemed." There was a bit of genuine regret there—it sounded genuine at least, and her eyes flicked downwards as she took a deep breath. "But at least it put him in good proximity to find you and your people, huh? Small favors." 

"Small favors," he agreed with a sigh. He wasn't surprised she at least felt a little bad. They'd had a good time when she'd visited with Croc. He'd shared some Uta dials with her. It seemed like everything in the Dressrosa disaster had conspired to go just wrong enough to make the whole house of cards come tumbling down.

But the Donquixote family moved on. They persevered. They'd rise again. Vivi being here now, and Law being here now— this wouldn't be another disaster. Already he could see that the building tension in the room had cooled to a low simmer as other conversations struck up. "Did you hear about Cross Guild at all?"

Vivi perked up again, and as she looked up there was that little shimmer of starlight that the fruit he'd helped her get had bestowed. She grinned widely with a nod. 

"Yeah, I heard a lot about it—I had a call with Croccy recently and he told me some. It's a huge pirate alliance, right? You're in it, and a bunch of other famous pirates. It's a real meeting of the minds!" 

"Any chance we might see the Straw Hats signing on?"

Vivi looked from side to side before she leaned against him conspiratorially. "Hell, I hope so! I've been kinda thinking of how to pitch it to the Captain. I mean—he loves his independence as a pirate, but…he's kinda been softening on people like Croccy and Mihawk and everyone, so there's a chance I can get through." 

Doffy smiled as he thought he heard noise from upstairs. Maybe it really wasn't to be another disaster. As long as they figured out what was wrong with Violet…

-

It'd taken several curious glances from across the room, furtive out of the corner the eye type glances and a few open stares before he finally registered why the random 'Donquixote' pirate lingering near the back looked so familiar.

A doggish excitement overtook him as he bounded through the room with a couple of murmured 'i'm sorries' as he shifted past the other people talking to grin down at her. 

"Komurasaki!"

She wanted to be called that, he remembered from their last conversation—the one on the banks of Wano, where she wanted to leave Princess Hiyori dead as the world thought she was. He respected that, she was taking the chance to be her own woman, right? Like he was trying to be his own man, even with the looming of his idolization of her father.

But man, she looked different—she wore her hair more relaxed, gone was her kimono in favor of the sorts of things he saw Nami tend to wear around the ship. She looked good, but hardly like the old Komurasaki he'd seen only a few weeks ago. And it wasn't just clothes deep.

Did he look different? Sure, he'd dressed up for this festival—Luffy had practically insisted with the goading of the rest of the crew. He'd thrown on 'jeans', a sturdy, rough, and coarse material that he found he'd rather liked, and one of the logo-bearing concert tees under a large jacket of the same 'jean' material. He'd even gotten a collar, studded in red and white, which had been teasingly pressed in his hands. He looked different—

But did he look different like she did? Had he changed into a man of his own like she'd changed, so clearly?

"Komurasaki," he said again with a doggish grin. "Wow, I didn't expect to see you here!" 

Her cool, oceanic eyes swept over him, taking him and his changes in much in the same way that he had looked over her. She smiled, and there was a slightly crooked edge to it, a little different from the placid and practiced smile of the great Oiran.

"Nor did I expect to see you. Yet another strange circumstance."

"I'd say! I know you'd left with Law, so if we ran into him it meant you had to be somewhere, but—" he could feel his phantom tail wagging, he couldn't help it. He was excited. He'd wondered a few times how she'd been doing—and it seemed that she was doing well. His eyes fell on the crookedness of her smile, his own hitched wide and excited.

"But I didn't expect we'd be runnin' into you at my captain's sister's big festival." 

Her eyebrows raised curiously and she lifted her chin. "So Miss Uta is Straw Hat Luffy's sister? I had no idea. Fascinating. We came mostly because the young master seems to be quite the singer's biggest fan."

Yamato's head tilted to the side, his pale hair obscuring his vision of her for a moment. "I mean, it was kinda a surprise for me too—but Miss Uta's his long lost sister. He didn't exactly get around to tellin' me what happened though. We wound up wrestlin' instead. Luffy's kind of an 'oni' sorta guy."

His brow furrowed as there was a sudden flash on something she said "---the young master?" 

Komurasaki flicked a slender hand toward Vivi and her conversational partner– the leader of the Donquixote pirates. "Doflamingo."

Yamato rubbed the back of his neck, feeling one of his fangs slip over his lips as the confused expression crossed his face. 

"---Doflamingo's the young master?" 

The guy was clearly older than a lotta the people here, him and Komurasaki included. You'd think he'd have graduated to just 'master' by then, right? The people outside Wano sure were weird— but anyway, weren't they saying on the bridge something about Law, that pirate captain, being part of their crew now?

"Huh. Law's—he's with these guys now, huh? Guess it makes sense you'd join up too. They seem—" Captain Luffy seemed to hate 'em, but—still. "Kinda fun? Showy. Like a walkin' theater show." 

"That's right," she nodded. "They rescued us after Blackbeard destroyed the Polar Tang. We would likely have been dead in the water without their assistance. And I would very much describe them as a theater show. It's… delightful."

"I can tell you like it!" Yamato grinned "I mean, Komurasaki, you look like a whole new woman! Like you fit right in!"

He put his hand on his hip, feeling the hushed vibration of jean against whatever formed the comfortable shirt that clung a little tightly to his body. "I'm—" his smile faltered. "I'm sorry your captain lost his ship, and I'm real glad these fellas saved your lives. But it's gotta be something to live in a theater show every day!"

He flashed a broad and toothy grin. "gotta find yourself now that we're outta Wano, right?" 

"That's what I'm trying to do," she nodded. "And it seems you're doing the same. I do like your outfit– you fit right in with your own crew."

Yamato flushed as he grinned wider, his whole body vibrating. 

"You really think so? I don't—I mean, I've been worrying that I've been kinda the same ol' Yamato from Wano! You really think so?" That doggish excitement rolled through him as he bounced on his heels. "The outfit—it's called 'jeans', aren't they neat? Captain Luffy and Usopp and everyone helped me pick it out. They even got me a co—" he flushed, and pointed to his neck "you know, a necklace." 

"I love it," Komurasaki nodded. "I was just envying it in fact. Do you think one would suit me?"

Yamato tugged his collar thoughtfully, feeling the sharpened studs against his claw-like nails "Honestly, yeah? Especially if you're leanin' into the style of these folks here. I think that girl over there's wearing something like it," He pointed to the girl in the fishnets talking to Sanji and Zoro.

He looked Komurasaki over, admittedly—it wouldn't have suited Hiyori, and even the refined oiran Komurasaki it wouldn't have either. It was kind of brash, it carried connotations. It wasn't dignified—but Komurasaki seemed to be trying to move beyond that kinda life. Maybe it suited this new Komurasaki real well. "I think it'd suit ya well." 

She followed his gaze. "Yes, Baby 5 wears one fairly often. I wasn't sure how common they were," she chuckled. "If you think it would suit me, perhaps I'll consider it a second time. But– you worry you're the same old Yamato, hmm? That's funny, I hadn't thought you spent any more time being Yamato at all. I'm going by just 'Saki' now, by the way."

Yamato flushed—she wasn't wrong, he guessed. He'd spent pretty much all the time she'd known him being someone else. Being 'Oden'. Even before they'd met he'd spent pretty much every moment trying to emulate the dead and infamous samurai.

He rubbed his neck. 

"Baby 5 huh? I mean, they're common enough… I like 'em. They feel nice to wear, you know? I think you'd enjoy it, " he hesitated before he continued, not sure how open he wanted to be. His father always hammered home how a man kept that sort of thing to himself. "Just Saki…That's pretty cute, I'll remember that," he chuckled, crossing his arms under his heavy chest. "You hadn't thought it, huh? You thought I'd still be ah—goin' around as Oden?" 

"I had no idea, really. I didn't want to make any assumptions. You were fairly insistent about it for a while, after all."

Yamato grimaced, his long and jagged teeth clacking together as he glanced towards the ceiling "yeah uh, I'm sorry about that—I…I mean," he was faltering, the awkward feeling of hesitation welling up inside him.

Was he embarrassed about the way he emulated the man? He'd wanted to be anyone but the 'oni princess' so bad, and the only time anyone aside from his father respected him as a man was when he'd taken on the mantle of their lost hero. It was all he had in the prisoner's pit. That and his father's expectation that he'd rule the Beast Pirates.

"I'm tryin' to be just Yamato now," he murmured, his shoulders sagging slightly "whoever that is outside of the prison." 

"Then I think you are making a fine start at being Yamato," she nodded. "The jeans are a very handsome look if you don't mind my saying."

Yamato flushed deeper , bobbing his head with a sheepishness of his smile "thanks, Saki. You're pretty clearly makin' a hell of a good start at being Saki, too."

He lightly punched her arm with a grin. "You think so? I never wore nothin' like this before, but I'm not gonna lie, I kinda love it." 

–

Usopp stood nervously in the corner trying to avoid gazes as around him the tension started to strangely ease. People were actually talking to each other. It was madness.

Sugar was still staring at him.

Her eye narrowed again as she took a sudden step towards him. 

"God Usopp," she said slowly. "You were very mean to me in Dressrosa." 

Usopp had no idea how to respond to that. He was mean? They had been enemies! They had been on opposite sides of a guerilla war! Sugar was turning people into dolls?

"I mean, uh… it wasn't personal?" he offered nervously.

"I shoulda turned you into a doll. I bet you'd become a silly armadillo toy or something," she continued in a monotone, taking another step forward. "But I didn't. So now there's only one thing you can do." 

Usopp took a step backwards– only to find his back was already up against the wall. He glanced from side to side, wondering where he'd call for help if he needed it— and he was feeling like he might need it.

"W-what can I do?" he asked thickly.r

Sugar tilted her head up imperiously, and stuck out her hand. 

"Say you're sorry. Maybe make me laugh. It's the least you can do to make up for making a fool of me." Her eye peered deep into his as her hand hung between them "I'm sorry for the way things went out of control in Dressrosa, and for turning your friends into dolls. Now it's your turn. We are both adults, here." 

Usopp felt like his jaw was on the floor. She just wanted him to say he was sorry? She… she was sorry for the way things went in Dressrosa? He felt like he had entered some strange and parallel universe where everything was topsy turvy.

On the other hand, hadn't Zoro and Perona been getting along just fine apparently for two years? And he guessed they had Caesar Clown actually traveling with them…

It felt strange, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I'm… sorry?" he blinked, croaking it out. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for making a fool of you Miss Sugar."

Sugar reached her hand up and patted his elbow, about as far as she could reach with her diminutive height. 

"Good boy. I forgive you. I have a big heart." She paused before a rather wicked grin cut across her face "you're still going to have to make me laugh sometime. That is a promise." 

Usopp tittered nervously and gave her a sloppy salute. She had touched him! And he wasn't a doll! That was a good sign, right?

"You got it! I'll uh, try to come up with some jokes."

And try not to feel like he was going to pass out.

[determinedwriter]

Whumptober 2023: Day 20: “You will regret touching them.”

Note: The idea for the plot was inspired by the first mission listed in this TikTok

Ro

Peter and I are on normal neighborhood patrol today as always. Nothing too interesting happens on simple patrols like these. Except for the occasional petty theft or community service stuff I like to do.

I’m definitely more into the simple stuff than Peter is. I like just helping people, even if it’s just helping an old woman carry her groceries. It can be oddly fun to do things like that. But Peter is a lot more into the action. We haven’t had any of that for a while now.

Be careful what you wish for.

Peter swings atop a building and I follow him with my power of fire flight, landing beside him. “Anything to report?” I ask.

“Other than returning a stolen tip jar and webbing up the guy that did it? Nothing.” He replies.

I cross my arms and smirk. “I don’t know, I’d say that’s pretty productive.”

Peter kisses my cheek. “What about you?” 

“I took pictures with an Avengers fan. He was super into the costume.” I strike a pose dramatically. “And who can blame him?”

“Does he know The Flare is friends with Spider-Man?” Peter teases.

I giggle, kissing his cheek in return. “He seemed like a fan, yeah. Had merch and everything. It’s pretty wild.”

Peter puts his mask back on. “You know what, I’m gonna go take a picture with this guy.”

“You’re funny, you know that?” I tell him. “Hurry back and we can stargaze or something before my curfew.”

He smiles. “You’ve got it.”

Peter leaves and I watch him swing away like an acrobat. “Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave.” I joke to myself.

After a while, I hear my phone buzz and take it out of my bag, expecting it to be Peter. But it’s Dad. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Why is Peter’s suit tracker off?” He immediately asks.

“Oh uh, I’m not sure. He’s not with me right now. We were just gonna hang out but he’s talking to some big Avengers fan I met. He’s got a cosplay armor hand that looks like yours. It’s pretty funny. I’m not sure why he’d switch off his tracker. I can go look for him.” I explain.

Dad pauses and sighs. “If your tracker goes dark, I swear to God, you better not get kidnapped.”

“Understood,” I reply. “See ya, Pops.”

Hanging up the phone, I put it in my bag and leave it behind on the roof, beginning my fire flight around the city. I don’t see Peter anywhere so far. “A.R.I.E.S?” I ask my AI.

“Yes, Aurora?” She chimes back.

“Call Peter Parker.” I request.

“Calling Peter Parker,” A.R.I.E.S. replies.

The seconds go by as it rings with no answer, leaving me anxious. “I know his tracker is offline, but…can you help me scan a signal? You know I know how to hack.” 

“You sure do, Miss Stark.” She muses. 

My AI is adorable, I have to say.

I cease flight, landing on another roof. “Signal found.”

“Bingo,” I say to myself. 

Tracking the signal to an old warehouse, I stay as quiet as I can, entering a room that looks like an obsessive shrine to the Avengers. There’s replica armor, photos, newspapers, and even some alien-looking tech all displayed around a glass case with Peter inside of it.

He looks like one of those pinned-up, dead butterflies in a frame. I suppress a scream, knowing not to draw attention to myself. “Oh my God, Peter…”

Please be just unconscious and not dead. Please.

Running over, I press my hands to the glass. Maybe if I can break the glass and get him out of here quickly enough, I won’t have to fight anyone or get into any trouble with this insane collector.

Wishful thinking, I know.

“A.R.I.E.S, contact my dad. Tell him exactly what’s going on here and send him my location.” I say.

“Aurora, I can’t seem to get a signal.” She tells me.

I gulp. “Do what you can, when you can. I’m gonna need some help here. But I’m not leaving Peter alone.”

“Will do,” A.R.I.E.S. says.

I break the glass, making a loud crash. Gotta be quick. Peter falls forward and I catch him, removing his mask. “Come on, come on, wake up. Wake up, Peter. We have to get out of here.”

His eyes open. “Hmm…Ro?”

“Hey. Hey, babe.” I gasp in relief, taking my mask off to kiss him. “I love you. We’ve gotta hurry and get out of here, okay?”

Peter blinks, slowly becoming more aware. “Right, yeah. This dude is freaking crazy. I’ll tell you more later. We-”

He pauses. I recognize these pauses by now, knowing he must be sensing something with his Spidey sense. “Ro, we have to go now. I mean now.”

Looking around, Peter looks confused, putting his mask back on. I do the same. “Where are my web shooters?”

“I don’t know. We have to get out though. Before-” I’m interrupted by a repulsor beam narrowly missing my head.

Turning around, I see the super fan. “I knew you’d come. I have a display case for you too.”

The repulsor beam comes from a replica Iron Man arm, the fan holding a gun in the other hand. “I won’t kill you. Not yet. I haven’t found out how to preserve bodies. But soon, I’ll have all of the Avengers on display.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Just let us leave.” I reply calmly. “Please.”

The fan puts some kind of plugs in his ears before quickly pressing a pen-shaped device. It makes an ear-splittingly shrill noise, causing both me and Peter to collapse, suddenly unable to move.

He approaches us. “Sonic taser. A Stark Industries beauty. Only prototypes were made. Never widely produced. It was considered…unethical. I couldn’t believe when I was able to acquire it. It’s a rarity and while it’s not an Avengers-related collectible, I made an exception for this.”

I am dragged across the floor and put inside of a case like Peter was when I first arrived. I am powerless to stop him, completely paralyzed by the sonic taser. Peter is put into a case across from mine.

The case is extremely claustrophobic, making me want to panic. As the minutes tick by, the fan ties us firmly to the cases. God, please tell me that A.R.I.E.S. has been able to alert my dad. Or anyone, really.

We are both eventually able to move, tied tightly to the velvet-lined cases. More like cages. “Please, stop.” I groan weakly, my body still not fully recovered from the effects of the device. “You can still stop this…”

“I don’t want to stop. I just want to keep you in your pretty little frames here. You both look so…perfect. I do have to know…” He reaches for my mask and removes it. “Wow…the Flare is a little girl.”

“I’m not little.” I spit. 

“What about Spidey?” He asks, removing Peter’s mask. 

The fan laughs. “Spider-Man, huh? More like Spider-Boy.” 

Peter rolls his eyes. “You called yourself a fan of the Avengers. I’d say you’re more of a freak.”

“I’m the freak? What about you, crawling on walls? And you, shooting fire from your hands?” He argues.

“What’s your plan here? You’re gonna leave us tied up until we die?” I ask.

“Long after that. I’m hoping to preserve your bodies somehow, like I said if you were paying any damn attention. We’ll see how it all pans out though, kid. What’s your name? Your real name?” The fan rambles.

“None of your fucking business.” I snap.

He shakes his head in amusement. “That’s how you’re gonna play this? Alright.”

He rummages through a drawer of unorganized gadgets. “Let’s see.”

The fan takes out a simple-looking black stick that zaps with electricity when he presses a button. “I have all kinds of S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra devices too. You’ll soon learn to fear all of them. Or maybe you’ll get used to the pain. We’ll see.”

Peter struggles against his binds. “You will regret touching her.”

“Is she your little girlfriend? Hmm?” The fan taunts.

He glares at him. “You’re insane.”

“I’m a collector.” The fan corrects Peter. 

“No, I’m pretty sure you’re insane,” I argue. “Not that you’ll listen to either of us.”

The fan takes the stick pulsing with electricity and presses it to my skin. “AH!” I scream in surprise, not expecting it to hurt quite so much.

“No…” Peter gasps. “Stop. Stop!”

The fan powers down the device and claps his hands together happily. “This…this is amazing.”

“If you’re such a fan, why are you hurting us?” I ask.

He laughs as if it’s a stupid question. “I want to see how much your bodies can take. You know, considering you’re Earth’s mightiest heroes.”

I gulp nervously. “Yeah, sounds like something an insane person would say. I think Spidey is right.”

The fan looks me in the eyes. “You remind me of Stark. Your attitude…and you have this look about you. Tell me, are you related to him?”

“No.” I lie. “But I get that a lot. You’re not the first.”

He studies my face, likely trying to figure out if I’m telling the truth. “Well…alright.”

“But Tony knows I’m here,” I say. “I alerted him before I came to help Spider-Man over there. Your time here is running out, pal.”

The fan chuckles. “Some help you are.” He taunts. “Besides, Tony’s never fought someone with an array of Avengers weapons before.”

“I guess not,” I admit. “But that tech? He knows how to work it better than any of us. You know I’m right.”

He pauses, expression momentarily betraying his tough exterior. “Tell me your name.”

“Tell me yours.” I counter. “Is it like, super nerdy? Does it fit the wannabe badass thing you have going here?” 

The fan grabs my neck. “Tell me. Now.”

I don’t know if there would be any negative ramifications for telling him my name, but I don’t want him to win. I’m not about to let that happen. Knowing my name gives him more power than I’d like to give this jerk.

I shrug. “Does it make a difference to you?”

He grins. “I’d just like to know. I’ll even tell you mine. It’s Dan. Now what’s yours?”

“It’s kinda funny you thought that would work.” I chuckle.

“The fact you’re still laughing…shows me I clearly haven’t been cruel enough. This is just the beginning.” He taunts.

I refuse to show my fear. “Yeah, okay.”

Peter looks at me and suppresses a grin. I bite my lip and Dan turns to Peter. “You think this is funny? Huh?”

I shut my mouth, probably being at fault for that gnarly hit. “Sorry.”

He gives me a reassuring look, cut off by a second hit to his face. Dan grins wickedly. “You’re head over heels for her, aren’t you?”

Peter gulps. “The rest of the Avengers are gonna come here and rescue us, you know.”

Dan slowly nods and crosses his arms. “Yeah, yeah. Whether or not that’s true, I don’t really care. Why don’t you tell me your name, boy?”

Keeping his mouth shut, Peter’s expression turns to stone. Dan turns to me, pulling a cord tightly around my neck until I start to suffocate. Peter’s eyes widen and he shouts. “Hey, stop!”

“Just tell me your name. It’s that easy.” Dan taunts.

“Peter!” He yells back. “It’s Peter!”

“Peter what?” Dan doesn’t free me from the cord yet.

“P-Parker!” Peter exclaims. “Now take the cord off! H-Her lips are blue!”

Dan doesn’t budge. “What’s her name?”

He looks at me sympathetically. “I’m sorry. I have to tell him. I-It’s Aurora. Ro…”

Peter knows he wants my last name too, but hesitates. “Stark. Aurora Stark.”

Dan releases the cord from my neck and I gasp. “Y-You fuck.”

“Stark, huh? I’ve heard rumors, but…I wasn’t sure it was true. Tony Stark is a dad.” He teases me. “You really are a rare collectible yourself, aren’t you?”

“I’m a person.” I spit.

“A mutant.” He corrects me. “But I don’t hold that against you. The Avengers with powers impress me the most. I can’t believe I have two enhanced heroes in my own collection. Look at me now.”

“My dad is going to find this place and kill you,” I tell him.

Dan proceeds to light a cigarette and press it against my skin. “Hmm. Nothing. I suppose I should’ve guessed that.”

“Yeah, dipshit.” I laugh. 

“You want me to burn the boy instead?” He asks me.

“No,” I reply quietly.

He ramps up the burning, setting my hair on fire. My skin and hair are normally completely fireproof because of my powers, but this seems to have a strange effect. My hair crumbles to ash until the flames reach my scalp and I force my body to extinguish.

Peter’s eyes get watery. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine,” I reassure him.

“Engulf yourself in the flames,” Dan tells me, holding a lit match to my palm. He knows I can harness it and grow the blaze. He knows I can surround myself with fire without it hurting. “Do it or I’ll burn your boyfriend alive instead.”

I take control of the flame immediately, the fire spreading from head to toe. This doesn’t hurt me. Not at first.

But the longer he makes me do it, the hotter it seems to become. I’ve never done it for extended periods of time before. Not without breaks. And not while held captive with Peter right in front of me.

Dan sees my skin start to get a little red, my fire-resistant suit starting to break down. “Keep it going.”

“You’re hurting her,” Peter says, voice shaking. “You have to let her stop.”

Dan smirks. “I don’t think I will.” 

Whimpering and wincing, I try to stay strong. Peter shouldn’t have to see this. “My dad’s gonna come here and…and…”

A wave of pain jolts through me and I let out a little yelp. “You’re a d-dead man…”

“I think you’ll be the dead one in due time. I just want to see how long you can stay ignited. After that, I’ll preserve your body like I said.” He explains.

So I guess I’d better stay alight. Or I really am dead.

Minutes slowly but surely tick by, my injuries getting worse. I didn’t know this was possible. But my entire body is now starting to seriously burn and scar. “You’re f-fucking crazy.”

“You know, that’s really getting old.” Dan mocks.

“Just leave her alone…leave her alone.” Peter pleads.

“I don’t think I-”

Dan is cut off by the shattering of glass and my father himself flying in his armor. Finally, finally to our rescue. He and Dan shoot repulsor blasts in unison, causing them both to tumble several feet backward, the explosion of light shattering both Peter and my glass cages.

I’m set free, but fall on the floor in front of me, unable to catch myself. It knocks the wind out of me. “Oof!”

The commotion around me is mostly blurry. All I know is Dad is here and Peter is free. That’s what matters most.

Dad has quickly taken down our captor, hesitating as he reaches for me. “Ro, what…how did this happen?”

I must really look awful. “He made me…d-do this. If I’m engulfed for too long, it…does this. He said if I stopped then Peter would…would…”

“It’s alright.” He reassures me. “I don’t want to hurt you but I need to get you out of here so you’ve gotta be strong for me, okay?”

“It’s bad.” I say matter of factly. It’s not a question. Bad is probably an understatement. “I-Isn’t it?”

Dad locks eyes with me and I see the worry. The fear. “Nothing I can’t fix. I fix things, remember?”

“You do.” I murmur, comforting him rather than really worrying about myself. 

“Eyes on me.” He instructs me firmly. “If you drift off, I swear to God I’ll ground you.” 

“So no dying or my phone gets taken away?” I ask.

Dad grins at my wisecrack. “Bingo.”

Grimacing as he lifts me, I cry out. “G-God!”

“I know. I know it hurts. You’ve gotta just hold on for me, okay? Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight.” He tells me.

“O-Okay.” I whimper. “I just want the pain to stop.”

Dad carries me out of the warehouse, Peter not far behind. He’s in much better shape than I am, but he won’t stop worrying over me. “Hold on, Ro. I’m right here. I’m so sorry.”

Body aching, I curse myself for letting tears fall. It makes my burned skin hurt more. “It h-hurts so badly. I-I can’t breathe.”

Dad cradles my head and its burned scalp. “I’m getting you outta here, kiddo. I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go.” 

“Please don’t…” I mumble, head spinning. 

My eyelids become heavier until I cant keep myself awake any longer, coming in and out of consciousness as I’m brought to the hospital and treated. Bandages, medicine, IV’s, tubes, and muffled voices flash in my mind.

When I’m fully awake, I see Dad holding one of my bandaged ones. “D-Dad?”

He looks at me with tears in his eyes, quickly blinking them away. “Oh, thank God. You scared the hell out of me.”

“Same.” Peter says, holding my other hand on the opposite side of the bed. “But you’re gonna be fine.”

I exhale shakily. “I don’t know how my powers did this.”

He grins bittersweetly. “Powers are weird.”

“You can say that again.” I groan.

“I can’t relate. My superpower is my IQ.” Dad teases.

“And your insufferable arrogance.” I chime in.

“That’s right.” He replies quickly. “You know me so well.”

I sigh. “I knew you’d come to save us. It happened so fast…I didn’t want to leave Peter there alone. I had to…to…”

Dad very gently touches my shoulder. “It’s alright. I know. And you were right. The moment you went dark, I knew I had to find you. I’m just so sorry it took so long. That place was surprisingly well hidden for a warehouse.”

“A warehouse full of Avengers weapons and memorabilia.” I point out.

“And glass cages made for humans.” Peter adds. “Makes sense he would hide all of it. But he wanted to keep us both captive until he…figured out how to preserve our…erm, bodies.”

Dad shifts uncomfortably in his seat, showing how much the thought bothers him. I take his hand. “It’s okay. You got to us in time.”

“Yeah.” He mumbles.

Despite continuing to talk and make occasional wisecracks, it doesn’t make things feel too much better. My burns are pretty bad and I haven’t dared to try and use my powers again since. My body is too weak and too wounded.

Bruce and Dad both brainstorm ways to help with the scarring, Dr. Cho helping with some synthetic skin grafts as she’s done before. It’s not fun, to say the least. But having my dad and my boyfriend with me helps these treatments be less horrible.

I’m alive. I guess that’s what counts at the end of the day.

But I’ll never forget the way I got these scars no matter how much they fade.

[dracwife]

Dex I am hitting you up now for some renlie headcanons since you offered <3 feel free to answer whenever it strikes your fancy 🥰

chawlie. :^]

loves giving you petnames. tries new ones out all the time and most dont stick but he likes to toss them out anyways. stuff like "pookie" and "honeyrat" and silly things that he just mashes words together to make alongside traditional stupid silly petnames

his goofy silly smile whenever he sees u is unparalleled. he gets the happy jitters whenever you come over

he tries SO HARD to clean his apartment btw. when he knows ur coming over hes scrambling like never before to tidy up. its actually impressive and the gang is like "holy shit you're capable of organization??"

pillow and blanket forts with movie night !!!!!!!! its his favorite date because its cheap and private and cozy.

he gets a little self-conscious though about like. the fact his pjs are all old and ripped up and stained and ur just sooo pretty and fancy in his eyes at first when u come over hes like :(( sorry and u just gotta reassure him and he'll be back to his solly giggly self

oh ya. he's a little chuckly giggling mess around u. u just make him so happy.

hugs u like a teddy bear at night. total spider monkey cuddle bug

he always runs ideas by u first before anyone else. he trusts u more than anyone to help him with Shenanigans ™

maybe kind of intentionally leaves hoodies and jackets out. for u to steal. maybe. bc u just look sooo cute in them. maybe. but only a little 👉👈

u. teachin him to read. and write. i hc he's dyslexic but idk about u so i'll just say you helping him learn/manage it and just being able to be proud of him and !! he's so grateful about it and the gang is astonished when he shows up being able to like casually read and he's like. im not stupid u know.

which. btw. ur the only one who makes him feel smart and worthwhile like he's not just some stupid idiot and. it's one of the reasons he loves u so much. bc u see more than just like the dumb janitor and it genuinely is the first time in his life he's ever felt like someone actually likes having him around for more than just being able to push him around and make fun of him so. to say he loves being with you is an understatement.

ya idk !! charlie's always been my favorite. so. i think ab him and his character a lot LOL

[meabh-mcinness]

*imagine a barren strike of road in the middle of the desert no life is found whatsoever...until a car blasting sonic the hedgehog music comes barreling down the right lane*

🎵Life is a hurricane here in duck berg race cars-🎵 oh hey its you! How ya doing buddy?

You probably can't tell from my amazing secret outfit that its me! The anon that broke into your house and total didn't ice a corrupt police chief and gave his body to alligators in a swamp haha!

*my design is just a trench coat and some sunglasses that are shaped like 2022*

But hey since you're here get in I got something to show you! *picks you up and drive violently as "all of me starts playing"*

Now then my fluffy friend i kinda got a feeling that it seems you've been down in the dumps and I may be wrong on that part but imma tell you this mushy stuff anyways.

Whatever you're going through if its sad or annoying or if you even feel to over work

Just know that we're all here to listen for whatever you are willing to share and were willing to wait for whatever banging masterpiece you've got in the works is ready when you're ready!

We can wait just make sure to take care of yourself and I know you're gonna do amazing things.

Oh looks like we got to your stop.

*slowly pulls over in front of your favorite place ever*

Now be careful alright and remember when fighting a werewolf always uses your wits not your fists

And I brought you a gift!

*hands you keychain with a flufflego crystal pendent*

Its a crystal nothing more~

WELL I gotta run before the fbi finds out where I am!

Later days kiddo!

*drives off leaving a trail of dust behind as arin Hanson linkin Park starts playing*

Why does this guy sound so grumpy?!

Thank you so much for sending this in *checks calendar and swears profusely* a couple months ago! I literally almost cried when I saw it and it definitely helped even if I didn’t respond to it till just now.

There was just a lot going on at the moment and I suddenly didn’t have time to write anymore or even sleep really.

BUT that stuff has died down by a lot and I am now not only a worker but a full time University student! I started yesterday and I love it so far! All the time I spent dealing with paperwork and scholarships and people were worth it in the end. This means that hopefully other than midterms and finals I will be far more free to finish the works I’ve already started and make new ones as well! I actually joined the writer’s club on campus and will 100% drag them down into this fandom with me for there ideas and spread the Iruma love.

Also thank you for this pendant! *Pops it onto my very clearly far too large with too many items keychain* I will treasure this forever!

[undertale-writing-times]

Reader has Autophobia? Fear of being alone.

Ooo how interesting :o

Sans: Even if he doesn't really get it, he isn't gonna like judge or anything. If you just don't wanna be alone, then that's fine. You could tag along with him when he goes to do things. It could be a little boring cause he's got a skele-ton things that he's gotta do but hey, if you two put your backbones into it, time would fly by. Hope that doesn't bug ya.

Papyrus: Well fear not, Y/n! For he would never leave you alone for too long! The Great Papyrus would never force you to deal with something that you didn't want to deal with! If you don't want to be alone, he'll bring you along places with him, and if he can't, he'd call you every so often to check in on you and if he thinks that you're starting to panic, he'd rush home! He wishes to be the greatest datemate in the world!

Red: He thinks that that's really stupid and wonders how someone would even get that phobia. At least, that's what he thinks at first, then one time after he left you alone for just a bit too long, and he came back to see how freaked out you were? He suddenly feels… sorta like a dick. He calms you down, and stays with you for the rest of the night, really close. After that, he gets you two matching bracelets! So you could look at it, and see that even if he isn't there, you're not really alone? He doesn't know how much that helps but… it might?

Edge: He's one of the ones that would most likely try to get you over your phobia. He says that fear is a sign of weakness, and someone would use it against you, and he doesn't want for that to happen! Now, saying that, I don't mean he wouldn't help you with it as well. He would make sure that, if he has to leave, Doomfanger is there with you, and either he or his brother would check in on you often. Please know that he loves you, and he's doing it for your own good.

Yanberry: Oh he is totally going to use that somehow. He loves the fact that you're afraid of being alone because he can use that to make you love him! If you talk back too much? He'll lock you in a bedroom for a little while, all alone, and turn off the lights. If you try to run away? Yeah, back into the room but this time, lights off and you'd be spending the night in there. He doesn't care how much it hurts you, you hurt him by trying to run away! He loves you, and you love him, and you would have given it all up by running away! How could you?

Fresh: Honestly, he doesn't really understand it? Why are you afraid of being alone? Isn't that when you're at your safest? Even so, he wouldn't leave you alone all that often. Sometimes he would, just to see your reaction, cause your fear is a little cute but… normally, he's better than that. He would get you a toy that has his voice recorded in it, so all you need to do is squeeze it! Then… you don't feel so alone, right?

Ink: Ink understands having phobias, he hates the color white and anything without color! If he was stuck in a room with nothing, he would go insane! If he isn't, you know, already but the phobia of being alone, strikes something in him. He thinks that it's interesting! Humans are pack animals, which makes sense, so the idea of you not liking being by yourself, is a little cute! He calls you nicknames of different animals that live in packs, and teases you about it pretty often but he, tries, to never leave you by yourself for too long. Tries is said because sometimes, he forgets.

Error: Sometimes Error likes to be alone, and they hate the fact that whenever you're left alone, you start to feel freaked out. They just don't get it, but that doesn't mean that they're gonna be an ass about it. They have their own phobia. So, whenever they feel like they need to be alone, they'll wrap their strings around you lightly, then go to where ever they wanted to go. If they feel you tug on the strings, they'd come back to check on you. They think that it works well because it shows you that you're not alone.

Sci: Even if he doesn't understand it, he would start to do things to help you with your fear for whenever he does need to leave. He can't bring you with him to the labs, so instead, he'll have his phone and turn on video call so he could talk to you while he's working. He thinks that it would be fun, and makes it so you don't feel so alone. Plus, you get to see what he does while he works sometimes, and there has been at least… two explosions.

Echo: Sometimes it's better to be alone. Or, at least, that's what Echo thinks. Even so, if his datemate doesn't like it, he's going to be there for you just in case. If you have to go out places, he might not tag along, just because he doesn't like going out into public places but when you're alone at home? Yeah, you're not alone at home. He would always be there, talking with you or just hanging out. He starts to connect you with a safe space, which is a little embarrassing but hey, it's also a little nice to know that he has something.

[obey-me-headquarters]

I thought about it and I think for the pet AU Belphie would make a good house plant?

All ya gotta do is change his soil, water him and put him in the sun light! EZ PZ

If that's the case then why did they leave him in a pot that is too small and water him only once a month? Beel was the one who would trim his leaves when they would wilt. So when Beelzebub runs away from that awful house overrun with too many pets he carries Belphie with him. Belphie has to convince Beelzebub to plant him in the ground because he's dying in that tiny little pot. Beelzebub is very against it because he has to leave his poor brother behind but he has to leave to get food. Only for a bunch of poachers to nab the baby :(

Families keep adopting Beelzebub but he's hellbent on running away, within the week he ends up back where he started. After the 2nd and 3rd escape attempts the families usually give up.

You adopt him and sign some paperwork saying that if they catch Beelzebub you have to pay a fine to get him back. Those poachers are dicks, scamming families with the promise of a cute house pet but instead being given a gluttonous demon that runs at at every opportunity.

Don't get Beel wrong. The food you give him is great, and he loves loves loves the head scratches but he really should be going. You don't understand, you can't understand. You're a human, and he's nothing but a pet. Let him go.

You figure it's because he's claustrophobic, maybe that's why he needs to be outside. So you put him on a leash and let him walk around on two legs...Only for him to make a run for it. He drags you along, by the end of it you're both covered in mud and he's got red marks from being choked from the collar. You decide to not let him outside for a bit.

After a month Beelzebub seems calmer and you let him outside more. Until one day you let him go without the leash, one last time before winter comes. You explain that it will be a couple months before he can go out because of the snow-

And he fucking panics. So badly he begins to hyperventilate. At least he didn't run? You take him inside and hold him close as a few snow flakes fall outside. Beelzebub goes on a hunger strike, you know how thin he was when you got him. He is accustomed to starvation, and the idea of your baby getting sick because you won't help him makes you sick. You make a deal that he can't run, you have to walk along side him. He begins to run but he stops before getting out of your sight, eventually getting frustrated and carrying you to a clearing. He drops you in your butt and runs forward, sobbing and whining as he holds something brown and shriveled.

For the first time ever Beelzebub snarls at you, hissing about how it's your fault.

Its..a plant?

If he would calm down and stop calling you a murderer you might be able to help. You get close and his threats become more desperate. Upon closer inspection the plant seems to have a face.

The cold is killing the plant. Is this why he was so scared?

Now you're in the middle of the woods, trying to break the frozen ground with a shovel while a demon twice your size whimpers and cries like a chihuahua in a thunder storm.

You manage to get into the ground, but while you move the plant into a pot you accidentally rip off one of his wilted petals. Beel doesn't let you get near after that.

Belphie wakes up on a window sill in a pot. There's a straw taped to his stem. He takes a look around and sees Beelzebub. Beel just holds him and cries while Belphie glares at you. Apparently the place Beelzebub buried him didn't have enough sun.

Over the next few months Belphie refuses to speak to you, typically chosing to fold in on himself to hide his leaves. Beelzebub usually stays by your side or is sitting near the fridge waiting for you to get home. Beelzebub likes to sit in the sun next to Belphie and sleep.

Over time Belphie begins to sprout flowers and talks. He sleeps most of the time but he's a plant so..he doesn't really do much..

Eventually he can and will sprout legs, and when he does he is never going to leave your side. You're stuck with him.

It's the start of a budding relationship :)

Ohhhhh, I definitely like Belphie as a houseplant! I like how instead of chosing their game animal counterparts, everyone is different kind of animals hybrids.

I think Belphie would make a great house plant, and I definitely think it fits into his lazy nature. Because, as a houseplant he wouldn't or well, couldn't do as much.

I like how you protrayed Beel's anxiety about going outside! I'm gonna be honest, when I wad first reading this ask I didn't understand why Beel needed to go outside so often until I got to the part about Belphie and it all clicked.

Belphie being a house plant is definitely interesting. It's not a demon/hybrid type I would think existed in this au. But with the way you described it I can definitely see house plant demons existing. I guess their main job is to just sit there and look pretty, as they lack the legs to do anything else lol. Maybe some of them them can grow fruit or tea leaves? Since Belphie can grow flowers, I imagine that different types cab grow other stuff. Maybe fruit and tea grown from plant demons are supposed to be practically tasty, or valuable. Maybe Belphie's past owners got him thinking he'll grow fruit, and when he didn't they locked him away to rot. So Beel had to step up and look after him.

Belphie eventually growing legs is also very interesting, as I imagine that even with legs he's still pretty lazy lol.

[drakenology]

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janitor’s closet - kirishima x reader

categories: cunnilingus, blow job, riding, exhibitionism, slight degradation, unprotected sex, cussing, cervix kissin’, nasty hook up in the janitor’s closet.

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Hanamura Corp; a place known for legitimate business. Every employee including yourself was very capable of their job and it was wonderful to be a part of. But God was it fucking boring. Everyone there just ignored each other, did their job and clocked out once their shift was done and over with. With the exception of a few women you’d talk to around break time,  The entire building was often so quiet you forgot other people worked there.

One thing that made your job a little bit exciting was the escapades that took place every Wednesday in the janitor’s closet. The janitor who worked mostly Wednesdays was quite possibly the most gorgeous man to walk those halls.

Ejiro Kirishima; a sweetheart who worked as a janitor here at Hanamura Corp for a few years now. What he was doing working as a janitor and as not a male model was a mystery.

He was tall; 6′11 to be exact, with long red hair he often had tied back in a messy bun, strands of his hair cheekily escaping from the sides. Not to mention his body. Eijiro was an absolute beast of a man; his entire body was ripped. His arms were gigantic and covered in tattoos. The women of the facility often gossiped about the ginormous janitor who came by their cubicles with a warm smile and a tip of his cap. 

“God, he’s so sexy. I’d like to just jump his fucking bones.”

“I wonder what he’s like in bed. Probably an insatiable beast.”

“I just know his dick is huge. Fuck, I can only imagine.”

She guessed right. His dick is huge. How do you know that? Because you’re the one fucking him in the Janitor’s closet every so often. Every Wednesday when he worked, he’d walk past your cubicle and tap you on the shoulder. You’d turn and practically drool at the sight of him, knowing that in a few hours you’d be getting railed until you can hardly walk back to your desk. How this became so routine? Hell, you’ve long since forgotten. But who gives a fuck about the details?

“See you at noon?” He’d whisper in your ear, chuckling when you nod meekly. 12 o’clock was the time everyone usually took their lunch break which had proven to be the perfect time to get fucked on the job.

Once the clock struck 12, you slide your panties off under your desk and tuck them in your briefcase, a rule set by Kirishima to ensure that your cunt is exposed and ready for his filling. You walk towards the janitor’s closet; the one next to the women’s room and stand there to wait, awkwardly waving at the women who came out of the restroom with a weird stare. Suddenly the door opens and someone pulls you inside. 

Finally. He kissed you hard, his big stern hands grabbing and caressing your ass as if he owned you and everything attached to you. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist when he lifts you and pins you against the cold steel supply shelf. “Miss me, gorgeous?” Kirishima asks, his lips ghosting over yours as he hikes your skirt up over your ass, biting his lip when he feels you’re completely bare underneath. 

“You’re such a little slut for me, taking your panties off to come and get fucked in the janitor’s closet.” He starts kissing your neck, nibbling slightly to mark you just a little; he can’t help himself. 

You’re already getting so hot, your slick pooling at his fingertips as they run along your folds. He stands you on your feet and turns you around, getting down on his knees to worship your ass. His hands slap each cheek firmly, causing you to flinch and lean into the wall, ass sticking out for him. 

Before you can speak, his hands spread your ass apart, spitting onto your pussy. His tongue starts lapping up your slick folds as his hands squeeze your ass, your nails digging into your palms as you groan into your sleeves. You’re mewling so much you could swear someone could hear you, Kirishima’s thick fingers now sliding inside you while he stands on his feet. 

“Gotta get that tight cunt ready for me, baby. You like that?” He huffs into your hair, pumping his fingers inside you at a slow pace. You nod as you back your hips into his hand, Kirishima grabbing one hip to keep you still. 

“So eager. Stay still would, ya?” Kirishima taunts, speeding up his fingers as he smacked you ass to scold you. You yelp, the sting from the hit fading into blinding pleasure as he fingered you, your cunt squelching and making obscene  noises as you feel your legs turn to pudding. 

“Kiri I c-can’t, you’re gonna make me c-cum!” You whine, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“That’s the idea. Mm, cum all over my fucking fingers.” He urged, his fingers diving deeper into your greedy walls, your cunt sucking him inside as you cum with a hard clench. Kirishima smirked and pulled his fingers out of you, sticking them into his mouth with a moan at your flavor. 

“Good fuckin’ girl. On your knees.” He demands, pointing towards the floor. You obliged, moaning when you see him take his cock out of his uniform pants. Good lord, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing it in all its glory.

He was impossibly thick and long, prominent veins running along the shaft and a perfectly soft and spongey head; the one that kissed your cervix with every thrust. You open your mouth for him, tongue lolling out as he sticks his cock inside. Your lips wrap around him, moaning at the taste of his skin as you bob your head. Kirishima takes a fistful of your hair and fucks your throat, hissing when you gag and drool all over his cock. Your hands start grabbing at your breasts, unbuttoning your top to pull them outside of your bra. 

“God, look at you..” Kirishima groans, you giggling when he pulls you off his cock with a lewd “pop” sound. “Such a dirty girl.” Kirishima takes his thick cock and slaps it against your wet lips, pressing between them to get your mouth open again. Sucking him off got you so wet; the sounds of slurping and gagging. All of his dirty words laced with pleasurable grunts stirred your insides as your cunt ached with need.

Every time his cock hit the back of your throat you moan, reaching your hand down to help relieve the ache in your core. 

“Shit..” Eijiro moans at the state of you, a usually prim and proper business woman on her knees for him looking so fucking sloppy. 

It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, taking his hand to pinch and play with your nipples as you suckle on his dick head, taking it and slapping it against your tongue with a love struck look in your eye.

He burned that image of you in his mind, wanting to revisit this moment later when he was alone while bucking his hips to get you to wrap those soft lips around his cock again. Your fingers rub lazy circles on your swollen clit, moaning around his dick as he fucked your mouth. 

“So fucking sexy, baby.” He hissed, pulling his cock from your lips and sitting on his haunches. 

“C’mere.” He demands, slapping his thighs to get you to sit in his lap. You straddle his waist, his length resting on your slick cunt. He grinds your hips against his, the under side of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit with a groan. Kirishima lowers his hand and gives you the filling you’ve been craving all week, pressing his length against your weeping hole and pulling your hips down onto his length. 

The dull stretch caused you to grab onto his shoulders and hold tight, bouncing on his cock slowly to adjust to his monster of a cock. It was all so delicious; Kiri running his thumb along your swollen bud with a satisfied grunt. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming already, Eiji- shit!” You wail, breathy moans leaving your lips as he ruts his hips upwards, one of his big hands grabbing at your breast, the other rubbing your clit in soft circles. 

“Fuckin’ hell, baby..” He groans, rolling your hips into his as his hands run along your soft ass, striking it harshly. You’re drooling into his shoulder, holding onto the shelf that contained cleaning supplies for good measure, trying to keep up with his movements. With all the shaking, all the cleaning products started toppling over, loud clangs of the metal shelf echoing through the small closet to mask your loud moans. 

You both let out breathy half giggles, melting into each other’s bodies as Kirishima reached up to wrap your hair around his hand to yank it, attacking your now exposed neck with hot kisses and nibbles. He stands on his feet, fingers pressed into your ass to keep a tight grip on you as he lowered you onto his cock. You see stars as Eijiro picks you up and drops you onto his thick cock, scrambled sentences leaving your mouth as your mouth hangs open in bliss.

Kirishima kicks over a bucket, the stupid thing in his path as he pressed your bare back against the cold concrete wall. He rolls his hip into yours, lips wrapped around one of your nipples, nibbling lightly. Grunting and high pitched whines fill the closet, your bodies practically sticking together from the heat you both omitted. Tongues intertwined with each other, hands traveling along naked skin as he hit your g-spot over and over again in a blind rage. 

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum for you, baby.” you squeal, toes curling so hard you feel a cramp coming on; Kirishima bucking into with more fervor as you both reach a climax. 

“’M gonna cum inside you. Gonna make you my fuckin’ cum dump.” He huffed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with every hit against your cervix. 

You both grunt; Kirishima painting your insides white as he rests you both onto the floor, grinding his hips a few more times before pulling out his flaccid form. Your back laid flat on the cold floor, looking up at him with clouded eyes from all the tears you shed from your encounter. Sex with Kirishima made working at this stuffy place so much more worth it. As he looked down at you he helped fix your clothes, the timer on his watch beeping to signal it was time to get back to work. 

“Ya know, we don’t have to wait to see each other once a week. I could fuck you like this every day, every night...” Eijiro said, wiping the sweat from your brow. 

“Are you asking me out?” You tease, sitting up to button up your shirt.

“Depends.. are you saying yes?” He asks, raising his eyebrow as he adjusts his pants.

“Maybe.”

[simeonisalesbian]

demon sisters reaction to MC giving them a bunny kiss.

Lmao I had to Google bunny kiss and there are far too many things about kissing actual rabbits and stuff. That being said the idea of rabbits giving kisses is terrifying. Them bitches bite it hurts. Maybe it's just my fear of rabbits lmao

Lucifer:

if you were to attempt this in public she'd end up lecturing you about its simply to hide her embarrassment

But if you give her a bunny kiss in her office she'll honestly melt

Just know that she expects one now every time she'll call you to her office

Sometimes she'll make up an excuse for why she called you while other times she'll just openly ask for a bunny kiss

The latter really only happens when she's super stressed and sleep deprived though

Mammon:

she practically jumped out of her skin when you you put your nose near hers

it took a lot of fumbling for her to even get the words "what do ya think your doin?!"

After you tell her it was a bunny kiss she'll scoff and act like she's too good for something so cutesy sounding

After few more minutes she'll break though and ask for another

She'll try to quietly hint that she wants one every now and then but will have to end up actually asking.

no one understands what you want when you just keep tilting your head funny Mammon

Leviathan:

the only time you'd be able to get close enough to give her a bunny kiss is during a sleepy gaming session

And even still you gotta be fast or she'll jump back

She'll on the verge of passing out honestly.

it was really cute and she'd love more bunny kisses but she's honestly not sure her heart could take more.

the only solution to this is exposure therapy obviously.

Keep giving bunny kisses till she relaxes a bit

Or speed run it by giving a bunny kiss to someone else in front of her. She'll be begging you to only give her bunny kisses from that point on

Satan:

she was going to complain when you moved the book away from her face a bit

That is until you rubbed your nose against hers.

She just kinda sits there for a second processing what you just did.

"I'm not sure why you did that but please do it again."

when you tell her its called a bunny kiss she smirks.

now she lets you know she wants one by calling you her bunny.

Asmodeus:

give her one while her nails are drying

She'll happily squeal and complain that she can't give you a hug because of her nails

once they're dry it's over for you.

You will be drowned in all of Asmos affection.

If you don't give her multiple bunny kisses throughout the day she'll be convinced you're upset

Beelzebub:

you'd have to ask her to bend down a bit just to reach her honestly

But she'll happily oblige curious as to what you were planning

when you rub your nose against hers she just kinda gives you a questioning look.

once you explain though she practically beams at you giving you a bunny kiss back

She thinks it's really cute honestly and will occasionally trade bits of her food for one

Belphegor:

She's about to fall asleep when you strike.

she'll scrunch up her nose for a second before making a confused noise at you.

She'll chuckle a bit when you tell her it was a bunny kiss.

she'll just pull you closer returning the bunny kiss before tucking your head under her chin saying "nap time, bunny."

she starts giving you bunny kisses whenever you snuggle together now

[strange-lace]

Macaque

I was in the mood to make more content for Inverted AU, so here’s a short-ish fic of how episode 9 would go in this AU with Macaque, Wukong, and MK! Enjoy the shadowpeach!

Another demon defeated but still no sign of Sun Wukong. Macaque let out a sigh before rolling his shoulders to bring relief to tense muscles. Oh well, he'll just have to keep looking, not like he hasn't been at it for years now. At least this city he wandered to was quite nice with pleasant people, nothing too out there aside from demon attacks.

"Hey! Hey you! Shadow monkey man!" Macaque wouldn't deny that the sudden voice made him jump, considering he was on top of a pretty tall building. Apparently not tall enough to stop the young man from climbing up the side, somewhat out of breath yet that didn't deter from the determined look on his face. He simply brushed his messy hair out of his eyes and adjusted his teal backpack, which looked surprisingly heavy. Macaque couldn’t help but be somewhat curious as to what was in that thing.

Wait was that the Monkey King's staff in his hands?

Indeed it was, he'd recognize that weapon anywhere.

“Ah, you must be the Monkie Kid I’ve been hearing so much about, am I right?” That got him a look of suspicion before the young man also seemed to remember the staff in his hands, causing him to let out an amused huff at his own paranoia.

“Yeah, the staff kind of gives it away, don’t it? Name’s MK though. Now whomst is you? Most of the time, demons who ask me who I am are five seconds away from trying to kill me.” Macaque couldn’t help but chuckle at that, already finding that he was starting to like this little guy and his attitude. Perhaps if a person like MK was chosen to wield Wukong’s staff, then perhaps that meant his love had finally started turning things around for the better. Maybe it meant he finally stopped being someone he wasn’t all for the sake of keeping a memory alive.

“The name’s Macaque, though, the Six-Eared Macaque is actually my full name. But what brings you up here exactly bud? I doubt you’d climb up this high just for anybody.” MK’s face showed that he wanted to argue that point out of principle before remembering his purpose for coming up here.

“Simple, teach me.”

Wait what?

“What what?” MK scoffed at the question.

“I want you to teach me to fight, like how you fought that demon back there. I don’t intend on leaving you alone until you do and that is a threat!” Macaque didn’t doubt that he meant it that way and could very easily follow through on that. Sensing he wasn’t going to get out of this, he let out a sigh before giving MK a smile.

“You sure your mentor won’t have a problem with me teaching you?”

“Bold of you to assume Wukong’s disapproval will stop me.”

“Well alright then, I think we’re gonna get along just fine, bud.”

---

“I see what you’re trying to do, you’re afraid of holding back and giving your enemy the opportunity to win. But the first strike isn’t the most important one. Every strike counts. Other people may tell you that patience and focus don’t matter but a fool allows himself to rush without restraint. While you have power inside you, you have to use it carefully. Take the power to defend others, not just destroy those who stand in your way. You’re not a weapon kid, you wield the weapon above all else.”

---

It started with a fairly innocent question from MK after one of their training sessions, him slowly going through a water bottle given to him by Macaque while the monkey made them something to eat. He needed a distraction to stop himself from taking over the cooking, years of feeding others making him feel guilt the moment someone else took over.

“So Mac, how exactly do you know the Monkey King?” To his credit, Macaque only fumbled the slightest bit at that sudden question and was able to save the plate before it crashed to the floor.

“Oh um well… funny thing about that is, well… we used to be together actually. Like y’know… together-together,” he explained while he plated their food, wincing internally at how awkward he sounded. With his back towards MK, Macaque didn’t notice him go tense and grip the couch arm so tightly that the wood underneath cracked at the pressure.

“Used to be together, huh? What happened?” Macaque couldn’t help but shiver at the chill which traveled down his spine. MK’s voice was perfectly even and calm yet he was filled with an overwhelming fear that warned him to not turn around and remain perfectly still until the danger passed.

His ears twitched at the sound of sparks behind him, magic power permeating through the air.

“I… I messed up honestly. We had an argument about something, I don’t even remember what it was so long ago. But I had to leave to just get some space and air before I said something I’d regret, something I couldn’t take back. It was only meant to be a couple hours but some stuff out of my control happened and by the time I got back… Wukong was gone. I had been looking for him for centuries after that and then… well then you found me.”

“What, you hoped getting on my good side would mean that you’d win the Monkey King back?” His tone promised nothing good if Macaque kept digging himself a deeper hole.

“No! No, nothing like that at all. I don’t expect Pe-...Wukong to take me back or anything like that. I just… wanted the chance to apologize to him is all. If he wants anything to do with me afterwards, then I want that to be his choice. Nothing more, I swear.”

MK remained silent behind him before the sudden tension in the air dissipated as quickly as it appeared. Macaque let out a sigh of relief, slowly turning around to see MK still sitting on his couch, placing the staff back in his ear nonchalantly.

“Fair enough, sounds like you both were just idiots who don’t know how to communicate. If you actually intended on using me to get to the Monkey King, you’d have actually mentioned him during our training and yet you haven’t. And you can’t lie to save your life anyway. Just don’t be an idiot again alright? Monkey King… Wukong, he’s a mess and I don’t think he could handle thinking he’s been abandoned again.”

Macaque could feel his heart break at the idea that his Peaches, his love, thought that he had left permanently. He wanted nothing more than to run to him now and make things right. But that was Wukong’s decision to make, nobody else’s.

The two ate their food in silence after that.

---

Sun Wukong may have supposedly “lost his edge”  but he was by no means dense or oblivious.

And while he was certainly happy about his successor’s vast improvement over the past couple weeks, a part of him sensed something was off. Like his successor was hiding something from him. And those moves he watched MK use to absolutely demolish the old mural, the Monkey King swore he had seen them before.

But it couldn’t possibly be. He hadn’t seen him in centuries. Not since he… left, like everyone else.

“I’m impressed, my boy! Tell me, how did you do that? Have you been seeing another mentor perhaps?” Wukong asked, his typically serene smile straining the slightest bit at the idea of his son student learning from someone who wasn’t him. The sensible part of his brain was gently poking at him, reminding him that it seemed silly to get upset about such a thing as, if anything, MK had appeared significantly calmer during their training compared to when they started. This could be a good thing, it told him.

Yet it was silenced by the majority of his brain which ran on fatherly protectiveness and had immediately been plagued by images of the worst case scenario. A demon had approached MK, promising him to make him stronger while also poisoning his student as a bid to turn him against the Monkey King before stealing his powers or, Heavens forbid, harming him.

No, Wukong refused to even allow a chance of that happening, logic and reasoning be damned.

“Hey, you’re the one always going on about ‘patience and focus’, I’m just finally putting what you said into practice,” MK answered, the picture of being casual which only set off further alarm bells within Wukong’s head. But before he could question him further, MK’s phone dinged to tell him of a new text message which he quickly read over, his eyes widening slightly at the message.

“Welp, looks like I gotta cut things short for now Wukong, something came up and I gotta head out. See ya later! Don’t forget to eat something tonight and sleep, I will know if you don’t.” And with that, MK was off through the hole he had created in the wall where the mural was before the Monkey King could get a word in edgewise. 

Wukong waited long enough to allow MK to get a reasonable distance away before transforming into a bird, flying after his successor.

Something fishy was going on and the Monkey King was determined to find out what it was.

---

“Why exactly are we climbing up to this giant mountain again Mac?” MK wheezed, hating to admit it but this hike had genuinely winded him despite all his training. He had immediately gone to Macaque’s place the moment he got his text only to be told to follow the six-eared demon, leading them to where they were now.

“Well, consider this your ‘final exam’ bud! I want you to use everything I’ve taught you to fight against me, no holding back. Think you can do that?” MK couldn’t help the twitch at the corners of his mouth at the sight of Macaque’s genuine excitement as he explained, all six ears twitching while his tail was wagging like a dog. A demon who was centuries old and had fought countless powerful demons had no right looking that endearing, but here MK was looking with his own two eyes.

MK gave a chuckle before straightening himself out, wordlessly pulling the staff out his ear.

“You sure you’re comfortable getting your ass kicked by me, Mac?” With a smirk, Macaque summoned his own weapon in a flash of purple with the beginning of two shadow clones pooling at his feet. They shyly peeked from the ground from behind their master.

“Oho, a couple training sessions with me for a month and you think you have what it takes to defeat me, bud? Well then, bring it Monkie Kid!” MK didn’t hesitate to charge forward with Macaque mirroring him, weapons at the ready and adrenaline already running through their veins.

“Enough!”

A sudden force landed in between them with enough force to send them both flying backwards.

MK and Macaque recovered in time to see who decided to interrupt their duel.

Both of their hearts nearly stopped at the sight of the enraged Monkey King but for vastly different reasons.

“You have 5 seconds to explain yourself for trying to harm my-” Wukong’s rage quickly deflated as the dust cleared enough for him to truly see who it was he had thought was attacking MK. “Mango Flower?”

“Um… hello again, Peach Blossom. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Macaque joked, voice weak as he restrained himself from acting out of bounds even if he wanted nothing more than to gather the other into his arms. It had been so long, far too long. 

He nearly broke at the sight of tears beginning to form in Wukong’s eyes.

His resolve finally shattered as the Monkey King ran towards him, arms outstretched, and before Macaque knew it his legs were moving on their own. The wind was knocked out of him at how tight Wukong squeezed him yet he returned the embrace back with gusto, ignoring the groaning of his ribs. He simply buried his face into the other’s fur, the smell of peaches still there even after all these years. Faintly, Macaque realized he was also crying once he felt a wetness on his cheeks.

Macaque let out a squeak in surprise as Wukong picked him up in the hug and spun him around, the sound of his laughter echoing throughout the mountain. The sight of such unabashed joy on his face was enough to make the six-eared demon to start laughing too, joy contagious in the best of ways. 

MK would deny it unless under the threat of death but he couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two monkeys get lost in their own little world. It made the guilt which nagged at his chest at having to manipulate the two to make this meeting happen ease up, seeing how happy the two were.

“It’s been so long…” Wukong whispered as he placed Macaque back on his feet, gently cradling his face as if afraid that if he stopped touching the other, that he’d disappear again. “But, why are you here? I had thought that you hated me, isn’t that why you…” Macaque went stiff in shock before taking the Monkey King’s hands into his own.

“What? No! If anything, I thought you hated me for leaving instead of talking things out and that’s why you were gone when I came back. I always intended on coming back to you Peaches, I swear on it.” Wukong’s eyes went wide at that, extremely close to crying again a second time that day. “I had been looking for you for centuries now to apologize.”

And now the warm feeling was gone, leaving MK to bite down on his staff to stop himself from screaming at how much those two had failed at the simple of communication.

“We’ve both been absolutely foolish, haven’t we?” Wukong couldn’t help but laugh at it all, which only worsened as he noticed all six of Macaque’s ears turn red in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I guess we have been-” His words were cut off as the Monkey King grabbed his scarf, pulling him into a sudden kiss that made Macaque jolt in surprise before he practically melted into the other’s arms. A purr rumbled in his chest and neither noticed their tails wind around each other.

The sound of MK clearing his throat, loudly, was enough to get them to break apart in embarrassment.

“If you two are done being romantic idiots, I have to beat the shit out of Macaque to prove that I’m better than him. I mean ace my ‘final exam’.” The grin on his face showed that he was lying through his teeth.

“Don’t think I forgot about all your trash talking, young man. How about it Peach Blossom? You willing to go all out with me and the kid?” 

Wukong’s face was the epitome of ‘Every part of my body wants to say yes but I shouldn’t.’ He was already terrible at saying no to MK and now with Macaque’s endearingly earnest face, he knew he was done for, at least with these two working together now.

“...Oh alright.”

The two mutual cheers at his agreement made Wukong feel slightly less guilty in letting his lessons go for a brief moment. But not completely.

But that was okay, Wukong was used to living with constant guilt.

[angelamajiki]

[ here kitty kitty - dabi AKA todoroki touya ]

@orenjineki How about Catboydabi walking home with you and living in your place. Does whatever he wants, especially breeding you and always prepares you by licking you thoroughly.

CW: nsfw, noncon, animal hybrids, knotting, yandere

You were no stranger to taking in stray cats. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to keep letting them come back, but you didn’t mind. There were many frequent visitors on your front porch in the morning and evenings. They made appearances for food and to relieve themselves, but weren’t too keen on sticking around. Except for one. A large Burmese cat with a black coat and striking turquoise eyes.

After his fifth visit, you decided to give him a nickname as you did with all the other frequenters. Eventually, he was settled as Dabi. The poor thing was so skinny when he first arrived that you gave him a little extra love and kibble. He liked to come inside, a rare opportunity with the others, and curl up on your lap whenever you decided to relax for the evening.

You decided to domesticate and keep him after he stayed in your home for a few weeks with no signs of leaving. The lazy cat was little bastard, but he was yours. He liked to trip you and knock things over just to get your attention. Staying curled up in your lap as you worked, he kept you warm with his usually warm body. Wherever you went, Dabi went too.

It became a problem of sorts. He followed you everywhere, no matter the time or the place. At first you were afraid losing him or having him get hurt, but he seemed alright on his own. He was a stray after all.

After a few months of him living with you, you decided to official get a collar for Dabi. At this point, it was safe to assume he was safe to assume that he would stick around for good. He began leaving presents at your door, whether it be dead birds he caught for you or bringing something from the store that you were looking at. He also ran off all the other strays you had been feeding as well. What a shame, you liked them. But, you chalked it up he was being territorial. Nothing more, nothing les.

“Dabi, you can’t steal things from the store, okay?” You sighed. “I can get them fine on my own.” You gently pet his head as he nuzzled your hand and licked your palm.

“I’m going to the store to get you a collar. Until you learn to behave yourself, you’re under house arrest. Got it?” Dabi nipped your hand playful and sauntered out of the room. What a little bastard, you thought.

At the store, you settled on a purple collar with a silver name tag. Perfect for your little man. After making it back home, you called out for him as you walked into the living room.

“Dabi, I’m home-“ Stopping dead in your tracks, you saw him. A man with cat ears, a tail, and tattoos on his face and body sitting on your couch. Naked, you might add.

“Welcome home, Master,” the man purred as he stood up. “Is that my collar?”

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?” You barely whispered, frozen in your spot as the man got closer.

“I’m Dabi, pretty Master. Don’t ya recognize me?” He bared his fangs with a devilish smirk, swishing his tail behind him. You were still at a loss for words. Your cat was a hybrid? Granted, they were extremely rare, but they existed nonetheless.

“Why...why didn’t you tell me you were a hybrid?” You were certainly not amused like he was. Was this some kind of joke to him?

“I wanted to make sure you were the one. You took me in when I hadn’t a thing in the world and loved and cared for me,” He explained, moving behind you as he wrapped his arms and tail around your waist. “I knew you were the perfect mate and had to chase those other little fuckers away from you.”

Dabi grabbed the collar from your trembling hands and put it on. “See? You know we’re meant to be together, too. Otherwise, why would you want to claim me with a collar? You love me like I love you.” Purring loudly, he began to lick at your neck and cheek.

“I-I saw you as a pet! You tricked me, you bastard.” Your growled as you pushed him off of you. “Get out of my house!”

Dabi laughed and grabbed you harshly. “Aw, don’t kick me out, Master. You’re the one who took me in and now you gotta deal with the consequences.” He purred in a condescending tone. Picking you up, he took you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed you two shared, pinning you down when you squirmed.

“Let me make it up to, I want to pay back your generous hospitality.” He began to remove your pants and underwear, not bothered by your trashing. Softly shushed your pleas, he smirked “Relax, mate. I’ll take good care of you.”

Dabi locked eyes with you and leaned down, tenderly placing a kiss on your hole before beginning a vigorous pace of licking. Unable to hold back your moans, you began to whimper and whine. He placed your ankles under his arms and grabbed your wrists, locking you down in position.

“Stop it!” You cried, struggling against his grip. Your pet paid no mind as set out to loosen your hole. “Relax, sweet thing. You’re going to need to be nice and loose if you’re going to take my knot.”

Tears streamed down your face as you helplessly laid still, unable to ignore the tight heat coiling in your core. Coming undone, you cried out loudly as your hole flexed and tightened around his tongue.

“Good girl, good Master.” Dabi purred and praised, finally releasing you from his grip. As you caught your breath and came down from your blinding orgasm, he licked you clean and hiked your legs up over his shoulder.

“I can’t wait to breed you master,” he sighed dreamily as he positioned himself. “To fill you up with our litter.” He groaned, slowly pushing himself into your still pulsating hole. Your still sensitive body shook as he bottomed out, both of your noises filling the room.

Taking your hands in his, he started out a gentle pace as he licked the tears off of your cheeks. He praised you sweetly, whispering all the sweet nothings you used to tell him as you moaned and panted.

Pushing your hips down further, he pressed his own onto yours, setting a brutal pace.

“Gonna look so good and full with our kittens, Master. Gonna be such a good mother,” he practically whined as his thrusts got sloppy. He was getting close to his first knot and your second orgasm.

“Gonna knot, gonna knot, gonna knot,” he moaned loudly as he came, popping his knot inside of you. Thick ropes of come painted your womb as his legs shook from the shock of his high. You cried out as you came as well, gripping his forearms tightly.

The both of you panting in silence for a few moments before he pulls you on top of him and begins to run his fingers through your hair. He grooms you gently and licks any tears that fall.

“Good girl, Master.”

You should have never taken in a stray.

[mosiee]

The guys—

Definitely say I love you to each other whenever possible

If they’re out selling with someone but split off half way through it’s a

Ey, I love ya, stay safe and I’ll see ya later

Or when someone has a good idea for something

Yer fuckin brilliant I love ya

Or when someone has a bad idea for something

Ya know I love ya but that’s a real shit idea

Or when someone Jack specifically has a really good day, they go around to everyone and

It’s just been a good day. I love ya

And when anyone has had a really bad day

Don’t matter what the shit they said, I love ya and all the boys love ya

And it’s especially funny when David was added into everything

Just imagine after the strike, he’s selling with Race or Mush or just someone that’s not Jack and they part ways and they just

Gotta run Davey. I love ya and I’ll see ya tomorrow alright?

And David just stands there for a second and let it sink in because wow he didn’t just say that where everyone could hear

And that leads to a very amusing conversation for Jack because

But he said he loved me— Jack how do I tell him I can’t— I mean it’s not—

Jack’s doing his best not to laugh but can’t help it and just bursts out when David looks like he’s going to have an aneurysm

Guess you ain’t used to it yet. It’ll grow on after a while

And he doesn’t offer more of an explanation but it’s okay because after a month or two, David is also telling all the guys he loves them

[kariachi]

And the final liveblog of the day, another Static Shock one. We’re doing ‘Showtime’.

~~

The bustling Dakota downtown scene

Hi Puff. Hi Onyx.

Hi Virgil. Hi Richie.

“Where did you come from“ They’re superheroes, they just show up places.

Beating people up with their friends

Static’s on tv

Wow the production values on that commercial are shit. That’s like, powerpoint effects.

I don’t know what’s more offensive, advertising somebody’s show without approaching them about making one, or doing so with effects like that. Insult to injury.

Sir what sort’ve madman expects someone to watch and ensure soymilk has been added to a drink they ordered with soymilk? Like if this was an allergy yes but I am doubting that

Yeah this guy’s an asshole.

Brandon don’t deserve this.

Ah, you’re Rast. The asshole with the shit effects in his commercial. Rude man.

Brandon at this point give up and find a new gig. What’s this guy gonna do, how much influence can he have if he can’t even afford effects passed the powerpoint level?

Virgil in no way believing his name came up first when the idea of a reality show about superheroes was pitched.

I don’t trust a word that comes out of this man’s mouth. He could tell me the sky was blue and I’d check.

Rast: ‘I had to advertise first to try to pressure you into going along with it’ Virgil: ‘Yeah no’

Walk away and never return, Virgil.

Bunch of kids just vaguely hanging around outside a tv producer’s office

Trying to guilt Virgil into this shit

Not bad money these kids are making. Actually for that money play that shit up, get Static to come down, how many hours can you squeeze out of this man? Have your parents taught you how to squeeze money out of an employer? Somebody get these kids a mentor and a union

Welding supplies and a microscope. I worry sometimes about what Richie is up to.

Oh boys. Oh boys you do not deserve the shit you are gonna have to put up with. You haven’t signed anything have you?

Not even one episode of this show in and they’ve got Virgil sat there for make-up and hair to make him look perfect for the camera.

Damn, tech dude is rude. Also you may want some insulation for that transmission box given, ya know, electricity powers

How do you mistake Richie for a delivery boy the guy is in fucking costume! If nothing else you’d think they’d be given a picture of the co-star.

Oh gods and they’re late for patrol due to all this. If this is supposed to be the second fiddle it can’t interfere with the heroing like that. Or, well, third fiddle I would hope at least at their age. Preferably fourth or fifth but I admit that’s a bit much for superhero works

Oh this is gonna be a shitshow

This is why reality tv around crime is never a good idea. To make a show you need content, which means crime, and if it’s not there you gotta build it up or make it yourself.

They track down some crime in progress, committed by yet another bought of ugly on these shows I am watching today. First the hair on that one bastard, then the outfits in Power Play, and now this fucker’s outfit.

Ya know so far this fight makes for worse tv than the one against Puff and Onyx woulda.

Also, just had a thought, can you imagine trying to film Static and Gear vs Hotstreak? You know all it would take is for him to get annoyed at the cameras or the noise of the helicopters or a passing leaf and suddenly you fuckers plummeting and on fire.

Ah, the meta jokes that don’t work when you’re watching a show recorded without commercials

Virgil, Virgil do not just run into a fight like that because some schmuck with a camera crew is getting impatient, have some sense we know you own at least a bit

And he gets his butt kicked. Poor Virgil.

This dude is just plagiarizing our boy

Richie is also a good friend

Rast making a big to-do about Virgil not winning that fight making the show bad and Richie looking about one Virgil’s wingspan away from getting in his face over it

‘Were it not for my much more moral bestfriend being between us I would strike you down’

And lo but the boys are fighting. Because Virgil’s upset this new guy one-upped him and Richie’s upset Virgil just ran off on his own without a plan just because there was a camera there and Virgil’s upset Richie’s upset and it’s just a mess

Oh damn Virgil. Seriously responding to Richie claiming he doesn’t even want to be on a show by pointing out that he was a solo act before he got his powers. Neither of the boys looking their best in these episodes, which is the point of watching them but still

Virgil: ‘I think I may have fucked up’

Somebody throw Rast into the bay. It doesn’t have to be to his death or anything he just, needs to get tossed in the bay

Got a nice chase with whatever his name was, Static dealt a damn good blow, but it seems to have only charged up the enemy. So he tries again. And again. Virgil you are smarter than this.

And Virgil gets his shit wrecked. Rast not as much as I would like, though I suppose the crew is blameless.

Virgil’s family wish to watch his show. Or at least his sister does.

The Hawkins have a doublewide door.

Apologies between our boys! Richie was jealous but he shouldn’t have let it get him moody, Virgil shouldn’t have been showboating at the expense of everything ever. Both are in the wrong, and now they can do better

I love how, much like Bruce jumped from “hm, I look to be covered in fur“ to “I think this guy may have actually been a werewolf“, Virgil and Richie jump from “this guy can take in electricity to make himself stronger“ to “I think this guy might not actually be a metahuman“. Both massive logical leaps when a simpler explanation exists.

Boys investigating shit, sneaking in to look at footage for clues

Sir you are not about to replace Virgil with Adam, you are not even gonna try! You leave him outta your mess he deserves better! As if he doesn’t have enough to worry about with his brother running around starting shit...

I do not approve of heroes using their powers on people to sway them to their pov, Virgil

These men should not be trusted with a briefcase of valuables

*gasp* Whats-his-name can speak!

Transmitter was somehow transmitting Static’s powers. How? Who the fuck knows. But that little matter is handled now. Now it’s just to wait for this dude to run out of juice.

And he’s blasting down helicopters. It was only a matter of time.

Virgil’s really upped his game in the season since the last episode.

Well, dude managed to get some distance before he ran out of power and Richie got his ass.

Brandon turned to supervillainy to fund his artistic passions

Rast can’t even be polite enough to listen to the monologue of the villain he created. Rude ass bastard.

Look, boys, I’m just saying, let Brandon go, just long enough to knock one of Rast’s teeth in. I think it would do wonders, just amazing things would happen.