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ssnakebytes · 5 years ago

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Purple MallekxReader Ficlet

Mallek shifted his weight from foot to foot anxiety clawing at his stomach. He stood just outside the entrance of clown church – the ‘woops’ echoing through the doorway reminding him, not for the first time, why he hated it here.

Mallek let out a small curse and checked his palm husk again. A message had come from Marvus the night prior requesting Mallek meet him here. Mallek had agreed but questioned why. Marvus’ response was nothing more than an ‘lol.’

Mallek couldn’t say he was shocked at how the conversation had ended, and this wasn’t the first time Marvus had asked to meet here. It was neutral ground in Marvus’ mind. Mallek had tried to explain why he disliked coming to this location but Marvus’ insistence that it was the safest place for them to have their serious talks always won out. Mostly because Mallek was too nervous to push back and lose one of his only good friends.

“Yoooo! Der he iz! O shiz, wut up doe??”

Mallek rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the fond smile as he turned towards the familiar and rambunctious voice. Mallek stopped when he took in the full view.

Marvus was walking towards him, his usual stage wear discarded for a standard tank top and pants. He still wore his many rings though. These were not the things that distracted Mallek however.

Mallek’s eyes raked over the person just beside Marvus and he felt his muscles tense up. He’d heard of the alien but had never seen them, just blurry photos here and there. He had been curious of course, every one was, but seeing them coming towards him caused a small panic to erupt with in Mallek.

They were even smaller than he’d imagined. Their skin color was something he’d never seen and when his eyes met there’s…his stomach dropped. They had the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. The color was so clear against the whites of their sclera and their smile was the most disarming thing Mallek had ever seen. And it was directed right at him.

Your smile widened and you waved enthusiastically at the tall clown you were approaching. Marvus had shown you his photo once before and labeled him a friend and a safe person to go to in the event of an emergency. You were excited to meet someone new and all but bounced up to him.

You introduced yourself excitedly and held a hand out to shake. Mallek stared down at you, his gold tooth just sticking out from his lip. He said nothing as he looked you up and down. You let out a nervous chuckle and lowered your hand, suddenly very self-conscious about the outfit Marvus had suggested for today.

And that very outfit was what had Mallek’s attention so raptured. You were wearing a short sleeved, short shorts jumpsuit in the same purple as Marvus’ jacket. The same purple of Mallek’s eyes and blood. You were wearing Mallek’s color and he couldn’t stop the feeling tugging at his blood pusher at the sight.

“U gud, homie?” Marvus asked, his voice cutting through the tension and bringing Mallek back to the actual moment.

Mallek nodded and met Marvus’ eye, trying to keep from being distracted by the alien and their smile again. “What did you want to talk about?” He asked.

Marvus brought a hand to his chin and closed his eyes as though deep in thought, he let out a hum and tutted to himself.

Mallek rolled his eyes and bumped his shoulder with Marvus’. The famous rapper was only a few inches shorter than Mallek and often bemoaned this fact when the two would start ribbing each other.

“Can’t b remeberin rn�� Marvus muttered, “But u met my lil alien buddy yet tho?” Marvus asked very loudly, placing his hands on your shoulders and grinning at Mallek. “Dey wild as fxxk!” He added just as loudly. He sounded more like a proud lusus than a casual acquaintance.

Mallek’s eyes followed the length of Marvus’ arms to the small alien between them. He swallowed hard, his mouth going dry again as your eyes met and he found himself lost in their color, in the way they crinkled at the ends, the way your smile seemed more genuine and sincere than any he’d seen before.

Mallek shook his head in response, unable to speak at the moment. He felt like an ass and reached his hand out to shake this time, hoping he hadn’t completely offended you previously.

Your smile grew bigger as you eager took his hand. Your fingers were slim against his and he noted the intense difference in temperature. The warmth from your palm radiated all the way up his arm in an unfamiliar but pleasant way. Mallek shivered feeling the softness of your skin against his tougher exterior.

Marvus chuckled as he watched and pulled out his palm husk, ready to take a candid photo. Before he could open the camera, the phone began to ring. Marvus huffed and rolled his eyes at the caller ID. “shiz…I gotta take dis call.” He muttered. “Go on ahead an we’ll meet up later.” He muttered putting the phone to his ear and walking away.

Mallek opened his mouth to protest but Marvus was already walking away. Mallek sighed and looked down at you, you still had his hand in yours. You looked up and him and shrugged.

“Sorry about that.” You said, sounding almost sheepish, “He does that a lot.”

Mallek sighed again. “Don’t worry about it.” He muttered his mind consistently traveling back to the point of contact between you. He wasn’t sure if he should pull away or if it would be weirder for him to keep holding your hand. He found he may be enjoying the feeling a little too much.

A few moments passed and Mallek found his mind racing on what to talk about. He didn’t want you walking away just yet, but couldn’t figure out what to say to keep you there. To keep you looking at him.

Before he could land on a subject however, the bells for the mass began to ring. Mallek flinched at the sound. That felt like a cue to him and as he was about to turn and leave, he froze when you spoke up.

“Sit with me?” You asked, gripping Mallek’s hand as other clowns moved past the two of you to enter the church. Mallek swallowed hard, the warmth and pressures of your hand on his causing a small breakdown of coherent thought. He’d never felt such soft skin in his life.

Mallek composed himself quickly though and grinned down at you. “Eager, huh? Sure, if you’re that desperate to be around me how can I say no?” He responded with a shrug of his shoulder.

You returned his grin and tugged him along down the rows of seats. Mallek’s attention was hyper fixated on you confidently leading him through the church. Something that would be incredibly dangerous for any one of your warmer color. He couldn’t stop his mind from going back to the feeling of your hand in his. You’re so warm, and your quickness to keep him by you made his chest explode in an unfamiliar feeling of affection.

His ears perked as he heard the whispers around him of other purples who seemed torn between culling you on the spot and wanting to ‘get a taste’ first.

Mallek scowled and realized why Marvus had made such a show of you coming in with him. You’re only alive because you’ve got his protection.

You chose a spot 3 rows from the front and let him have the aisle seat. Mallek glanced behind him scowled when he saw how the trolls behind you were smirking. One of them even started to lean towards you, hid lips curled back in a predatory grin.

Mallek moved before his mind registered what he was doing. He quickly took his worn leather jacket off and placed it across your shoulders, the spikes acting as the perfect deterrent from the troll behind you. Mallek smirked as the clown growled at him, his eyes glanced back down to you.

You were smiling at him, soft and sweet, and slipped your arms through the sleeves. It was comical how large it was on you and how it clashed with your disarming face. Mallek was quick to look away, thankful for the paint that hid the blush exploding across his face.

He could hear the preacher for today coming up the aisles, greeting her usual attendees. Mallek glanced back to see who it was. He knew he’s seen this woman around before, but he would be lying if he said he knew her. She was huge though, her shoulders and hair giving her the appearance of a formidable troll.

As she approached her smiles went from somber to genuine. She reached a hand out toward you and Mallek flinched, sudden fear gripping his chest as he looked to see what she could be doing so he could best counter it.

Mallek stopped when he saw she was simply patting your head; your smile matching hers in familiarity.

“Glad to see you back again liTTle one.” She said in an almost reverent tone.

“Glad to see you too Chahut!” You responded, taking her hand from your head and giving it a squeeze. Mallek pursed his lips at the contact feeling as though the earlier hand holding you had done with him meant much less than he originally thought it had.

Much to Mallek’s relief Chahut did not stay long and continued to make her way to the front. He slid down in his seat feeling a little chillier with out his jacket and ready for this to be over. He still wasn’t sure what Marvus had wanted to talk to him about. Mallek’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard your quiet voice beside him.

“They don’t hurt them when I come.” You whispered, your eyes darting to the far side of the church before facing forward again where Chahut begins to preach. Mallek glances down at you and then along the far wall where multiple low-bloods were chained and whimpering.

Mallek’s bile sack flipped and he felt a bitter hatred prickling at his mind at the thought of those trolls being held against their will because of the other clown’s ideas of jokes.

“They also usually let them go when I ask.” You continued, tucking a strand of hair behind your – in Mallek’s opinion - oddly rounded ear. “But I have to stay for the whole sermon and answer the questions about it correctly.”

Mallek’s eyes narrowed as he looks up at Chahut as well, she seemed enraptured by her own words and the irony of it all did not escape this Mallek’s notice. The mercy being put in the hands of an outsider but only if they can prove they can conform enough. A small growl escaped Mallek, but was cut short when he felt your small, warm hand rest on his arm.

“It’s alright.” You start, your eyes never leaving the front. “I know what I’m doing. Marvus always has me study before so I’ll be able to actually do it.” You paused then and look at Mallek, your smile still in place. “Aaand I wear things that show off my legs because for some reason every one seems to like them.” You muttered, kicking out your bare legs a few times. Mallek’s eyes followed the length and curve of them, having no trouble understanding why others would also be entranced by them.

There were several minutes of silence before you spoke again. “At the end, I’ll state the low bloods deserve to be set free, they aren’t ready to be received by the mirthful messiahs.” You paused and glanced at him to ensure he’s listening.

Mallek’s eyes catch yours and you continue, “Chahut will ask what I am willing to do. I’ll say put my life in for theirs and prove that a low blood can accept the messiahs. She’ll tell me if I don’t, I’ll be culled. Every one will go nuts. She’ll ask me questions. I’ll answer them all correct. The low bloods will be let go and there will be some very angry clowns. Marvus swoops in and pronounces a deal is a deal and offer to host a celebration so the others can let off their steam. It will be accepted and we will leave.” You stopped again and actually turned towards him and away from Chahut.

“Do you understand?” You asked, your voice only a whisper to keep from upsetting others around you.

Mallek looked at you, his face didn’t easily host whatever emotion he was feeling and instead of responding he gave one, curt, nod. You let out a small relieved sigh and smile at him, turning your attention back to the front.

You had been concerned at first, telling the plan to anyone else. Marvus had assured you Mallek would be safe to tell however, and that it may be necessary to do so to keep him from doing anything drastic of his own. You swallowed hard and looked at the trolls whose lives would depend on you. It was almost time now.

Mallek chewed his inner cheek as he mulled over what you had told him. He didn’t like it. The idea of it was insane and despite your confidence you were more likely to be torn to shreds on the alter than listened to. His claws began to fidget with the brass knuckles he wore, the spikes were not out yet. He glanced around to take in how many clowns were present and how many he’d be able to actually take any on to keep you from being hurt.

He paused in his thoughts and tried to determine where this need to protect was coming from. He looked back at you and followed your line of sight to the terrified trolls chained to the wall. A feeling of understanding washed over him. He couldn’t verbalize it, or even think of a coherent way to describe it. But in that moment, he understood. But by Messiahs was he terrified.

Mallek’s attention came back to, when your hand laid over his, the clinking of his rings against the weapon suddenly alarmingly loud to him. He paused the movement and allowed his cool skin to absorb your warmth. His eyes stole another look at your face and for a moment he felt he would never want to look at anything else.

And before he knew it you were standing. Your voice echoed through the walls and Chahut’s eyes narrowed. Mallek could hear the words of you and the clowns around him but couldn’t make any of it out. His hearing seemed to be filled with only the sound of his own heartbeat. It was all going exactly as you said it would. And when you walked past him, still in his jacket to stand at the front, he thought he would burst from fear.

Chucklevoodoos filled the air making it thick and repressive. The chained trolls seemed to grow more fearful, their wails caming out louder. The incense itself even seemed to become impenetrable and for a moment Mallek felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

A large hand tapped his shoulder and brought him back. Marvus moved his head towards you and Mallek understood he was meant to follow. He stood then; his legs wobbly from his muscles being so tense.

Chahut was standing directly above you, your frame looked like a wriggler’s next to her. As Mallek approached – the few feet distant seeming endless – he could see the steal in your eyes. There was such a resolve in your posture and for the first time in his life Mallek understood reverence. Were he not on a mission right now he may have even fallen to his knees in prayer.

Chahut backed up once Marvus took his spot on the alter, he addressed her and the rest of the church. He pronounced that a deal is a deal and rules need to be followed. He gestured to Rapsta Slamzy who looked off put but did as he was told and unlocked the shackles. The trolls who had been imprisoned stood in shock seemingly unable to move.

Marvus shouted at them and with their wits about them again they ran. They all ran as hard and fast as they could. Mallek could barely register what Marvus was saying next as you came and stood beside him.

“Are you ok?” You asked looking up at Mallek, you’d glanced at him a couple times during the event and even from your distance could see how hard his jaw was clenched. You wondered if maybe you made a mistake by asking Marvus to invite him to this.

Mallek gave you an incredulous look. “Am I ok?” He asked, sounding almost offended. “Are you ok?” He continued his expression contorting into one of distress.

You couldn’t help but grin. He had been worried about you. “I’m alright.” You told him, taking his hand again and tugging on it slightly, motioning for him to come closer with your other hand

Mallek appeared uncertain but did lean closer. You grin and move so you could whisper into his ear, “It was rigged from the start.” You whisper, your lips just brushing against the skin of his ear.

Mallek shivered, feeling his heart rate pick up at the contact, he almost missed what you had told him. When it came together in his mind, he turned to look at you. He opened his mouth to reprimand you for being so reckless but was unable to as Marvus literally swooped in and took you from him.

Mallek pouted as he watched the other purple blood ‘woop’ and spin you around. Your laugh filled Mallek’s ears and his chest grew tight with a sick feeling of jealousy.

Marvus announced again the location of the celebration and didn’t put you down the entire way there. Mallek followed as far behind as he could, hands in his pockets as he chastised himself for being upset when he had no right to. He had no claim to you and Marvus had obviously known you much longer. Mallek groaned, emotions were hard.

Upon arrival Mallek continued to keep his distance. He leaned against the wall, watching as you laughed with a few of the Marvus’ friends. One Rapsta was close by and Mallek felt a small bought of relief as he watched the other rapper keep the clowns at arm’s length from you.

Mallek had considered leaving a number of times already but hadn’t yet talked to you since the church. He didn’t want to go with out saying something but was at a loss for how to approach you. And if there was even point.

Mallek glanced over at Marvus who joined him, a newly opened Faygo in hand. Mallek’s nose wrinkled at the smell and his eyes were drawn back to where you are seated.

“So…wutchya think?” Marvus asks, offering Mallek the Faygo bottle.

“What do I think about what?” Mallek responded, holding up a hand in refusal of the drink

Marvus shrugged and took a sip. His grin turned sharp before he spoke again. “Bout deh alien, dawg.”

Mallek finally looked away from you and his eyes narrowed at Marvus. “Why?” He demanded.

Marvus chuckled and puts his hands up in surrender, nearly spilling Faygo as he did so. “A’ght, a’ght, u got me. Gotta favor 2 mo fxxkin axe u.”

Mallek groaned and rolled his eyes. Favors from Marvus were usually not great, pretty out there, and tended to end up with some form of bodily injury. But also, Mallek knew they were redeemable and that the power Marvus held could get him closer to his goals of getting a revolution moving. Mallek still wasn’t sure if Marvus had caught on to his technically heretical leanings. He wasn’t even fully sure if Marvus was against or for it. The guy’s an enigma and all but impossible to figure out.

He’s also a good friend and has come in the clutch for Mallek in the past. With a sigh Mallek nods. “What do you want.”

Marvus’ grin takes over his face. “Dope, knew a brutha wuld cum thru!” Marvus let out a little laugh and took another long sip from his drink. “A’ight so, Imma be goin on tour real soon. Big show, lotsa juggz finna lose dey mindz, BUT itz all sea shores all slimey mferz wut b reddy to cull my lil buddy in a nasty way.”

Marvus paused then and pointed at you. “I ain’t takin my new diamond sumwhere I can’t be keepin ‘em safe, dig? Need a brotha dat can look out for ‘em while I’m getting dat cas$$shmunny.”

Mallek noded along, his head buzzing at the diamond comment, a small part of him sunk knowing you’ve already got someone in a quadrant, which means you’ve probably got others filled as well. He wouldn’t be surprised. He looked back at you, where you were still smiling. He would swear he could almost feel the warmth radiating from here. It made him want to curl up and sleep against you. Mallek turned from you back to Marvus.

“So why me?” Mallek asked, some concern for that answer bubbling in his chest.

“Cuz ur who dey wanted.” Marvus responded, nodding to you again. “Well sorda, I figured it out. Wuz showin ‘em pics of homies to trust, didn’t want dem getting in 2 trouble w/ no ideaz who dey culd go to. Den,” Marvus paused here and chuckled, “Den dey saw ur pic on my plam husk an it wuz ova.”

Mallek stared at Marvus for a moment. Sometimes even he couldn’t gather what the famous clown was saying. “Continue.” Mallek pressed after a moment of silence.

Marvus pouted. “Aw, dang u ain’t pikin up wut I’m layin down here, cuz? Shizzzz. A’ight so, I been w/ buddy for a while and lemme tell u, I ain’t never seen dat face go so hot so fast. Dey even let out dis little gasp, wuz cute as hell. And dey didn’t axe bout any1 but u. An I b knowin ‘em gud enuff by now 2 know dey waz vibin off a brotha. Figured dey be more down to clown witch u den any other jugga bro or sis, even dough dey alredy b knowin sum.” Marvus paused here and took in Mallek’s slack expression. “Getting’ it now, bro?”

Mallek didn’t respond for a moment and looked back, finally catching your eye. You grinned wider and waved at him for a moment before motioning for him to come over. Mallek swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. “They wanted to hang out with me?” He asked, bewildered.

Marvus let out a loud laugh, the honking sound bouncing off the walls and triggering a cacophony of other clown’s laughs and honks all around them. He wiped a non-existent tear and nods. “Ye bro, I think my lil diman iz all kindz a hot n’ botherd by u. An dey do b lookin p fresh in our color don’t dey?” Marvus’ tone deepens towards the end, the insinuation hanging heavily in the air.

Marvus took the lack of response as a cue to continue. “Thought u’d think so, dats y I put em in dat cute lil outfit, and den you went and covered it up witch yo big ole jacket. Can’t blame a brother tho, I’d b wantin to put my sign on ‘em 2.”

Marvus’ tone was close to dangerous and Mallek could feel his body heating up from the implication. Mallek’s mind was racing. You were already into him, had been before meeting him. You’re moirail was giving him the go ahead. He let out a shaky breath and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I can help keep them safe.” Mallek all but whispered.

Marvus let out a triumphant ‘woop’ before slapping Mallek on the back. “Thanks bro, b owin’ u 1. But b careful wit ‘em, they’re feistier dan dey seem.” He warned with a wink before shoving Mallek towards you.

Mallek stumbled only slightly before straightening and taking another steadying breath. He was going to keep you safe, he had to. He moved towards you and when you reached for him, he felt his legs almost turn to jelly.

“There you are! What were you two talking about over there?” You asked, suspicion heavy in your voice, but your face unable to make a faux serious expression.

Mallek chuckled and took your hand in his. “About how good you look in my jacket, and how you’re going to pay me back for it.” He teased, his confidence returning as you laced your fingers with his.

You pouted up at him and let out a dramatic sigh. “But Io, I have no money! How will I ever be able to return the favor?” You threw your free hand over your eyes and turned away, a giggle already bubbling up your throat.

You heard Mallek let out a hum and turned back to him. He was smirking now and leaned in a little closer. “I think we can find, some form of repayment.” He responded, his tone low and seductive.

Your eyes met his and your own grin turned into something more flirtatious. “I’m willing to do anything to make this right.” You told him, angling your face upwards and leaning towards him, your neck exposed and the jumpsuit slipping just a little down your shoulder (just like you’d practiced earlier in the bathroom).

To your joy you watched as Mallek’s eyes followed along the exposed skin. His eyes met yours again and it felt like you could melt from the look he was giving you.

“I’ve already got a couple ideas.” Mallek promised, moving even closer so your bodies were nearly touching. As you felt your breath leave you the sounds of the party around you faded away, your attention was solely on the large man beside you and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Marvus chuckled as he watched the two of you, feeling a sense of security in his choice. You’d be safe while he was gone and – hopefully – finally get laid. He raised his empty Faygo towards you from the wall as you both shared a look before your attention was turned back fully to Mallek. Marvus shook his head and moved from the wall to return to his party.

-submitted by @popcorn-kitten

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Yo this is so amazing!!! Thank you for writing this and submitting it ;w; I love it so much and it just improved my day by 10000%. I love how you write purple Mal, your characterization of him is awesome!! I’m gonna re-read this like a billion times, I’m serious ;w;

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 5 years ago

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Iruma-kun 8 - 9 | BnHA 68 - 71 | NGL 8 - 9 | ID: Invaded Sneak Preview (i.e. eps 1 - 2)

Tw: suicide for ID: Invaded, by the way (it’s only briefly in the commentary, but it’s in ep 2). Plus, ID: Invaded gets its hashtag well before its debut.

Iruma-kun 8

“Lady Redhair”? I think Amelie’s hair is orange, but you do you, Clara.

I paused at the wrong time and saw Asmodeus had bug eyes behind his glasses.

Is that the vending machine Clara attacked her bullies with…?

I wonder what rank Amelie is…

Diabolical + botany = diabotany.

Come to think of it, the Azz-Azz/Iruma relationship is similar to the Gokudera/Tsuna relationship…

So as it turns out, Clara gets her juvenile tendencies from taking care of her younger siblings. Hmm…

Aw, it’s kinda disheartening to see Clara so down. It looks a lot like Zenitsu when he doesn’t see his own abilities, or something of the sort (which I always fall hook, lin and sinker for).

I wonder what Amelie’s seduction percentage is…?

Oh, you can see Succubus-sensei in the ED…hmm.

Update: where is Clara’s dad…? *gulps if he’s passed away*

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Azz-kun is such a proud parent…even though he’s the same age as Iruma, LOL.

Lack of ambition? Clara just proved this wrong last episode and Sabro has his own ambitions…but then again, Azz-kun wasn’t privy to such knowledge.

“Fear 1” is a pun on ikkai (first floor). (At least, that’s what I can assume from context.)

There doesn’t actually seem to be a pun when Azz mentions Execution Cannonball (shokei gyokuhou)…which, I think, is weirder than having a pun in the first place. (The later joke is that Clara says gyouki instead of gyokuhou, which is pretty far off for part of it but completely spot on for the other , so the subbers put in a phrase that matched that kind of pattern in the English as well.)

Rumour has it there’s going to be an Iruma-kun dub. I wonder how they’ll make all the puns work…?

It’s-wahahaha! It’s just dodgeball!

Huh? A high-ranking demon? Sullivan? Opera?????

LOL, you can still see the tree sprouting from one of the rooms.

The Demonitor is handing Opera the dodgeballs, LOL!

I like Opera’s nails…they’re a nice shade of purple…

Ponytail Iruma…looks a bit strange, but I’ll get used to it. I like ponytails, y’know.

Even Azz-kun’s hands are big in comparison to Iruma…

That preview was far too abrupt!

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The giant moving crab is actually a thing. I went and saw it one time in Ginza and again on Dotonbori, Osaka. The crab is associated with Kani Doraku, a crab restaurant.

“Amajiki” literally means something like “eats the sky”. A good name for my good boi.

The subbers didn’t even finish the word “defence”! Eesh!

Amajiki likes butterflies…? I wonder, if he ate butter, could he be a butterfly too…?

Running All Might, I see…(it’s a parody of the Glico Running Man in Osaka.)

Basically, this is what Vigilantes was for! Woot!

I love how Kaminari charges people’s phones. That’s the sort of dumb thing heroes do with their powers, since you gotta remember they’re just young dumb boys at heart as well.

The problem with a hardening power is that it sounds lewd out of context…

I wonder what Fat Gum’s first job was…?

There’s a post-credits segment…keep watching.

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Centipeder has such a cute voice, albeit a distorted one.

Kirishima is voiced by Masuda, so it’s fun to hear him get such a prominent role again (after Charanko in OPM s2, Touken Ranbu and Boueibu, among other roles).

“Likes: All Might” – LOL, we knew that already though.

Nighteye is Seiya Ryuuguuin: Hero Version.

There’s a post-credits segment. Keep watching.

The manga calls the magical girl series “Preyure”, so it’s weird to suddenly have the dub refer to its dub name, “Glitter Force”.

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Midoriya doesn’t have any bedhead…because his hair’s already messy! LOL.

“…what’s important is what you do afterwards.”

“Maybe we can catch the League…and the Hassaikai all at once!” – Yeah…that’s not going to happen Kirishima, considering the series is still going.

Come to think of it, Eraser’s goggles are the only part of his outfit that don’t really match…no wonder the idea comes from somone else (maybe saying that is a spoiler for those only following the main series and not Vigilantes, though…?).

Swordfish will become important later on…you know Tamaki’s Quirk, so you’ll see when it’s important soon.

Another post-credits segment…keep watching.

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One of the reasons I like Amajiki is because of his intro. Now you can see why!

Hassaikai = Hassai Group, so calling the opponents the “Shie Hassaikai” and “Hassai Group” in the same translaton is inconsistent.

“…playing into their hands.” – You can’t say that when you don’t have hands, Tamaki…

No Guns Life 8

Well, there ain’t no metaphor like the blatant one – man is the deadliest weapon to himself…or something of the sort.

Geesh! I wanna dub for this!

Well…couldn’t Olivier light the cig and stick it in Juzo’s mouth…? Or is that not “sexy enough” for the target audience?

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I’ve noticed only the women have lip flaps now…LOL. (But maybe I’m stating the obvious because my head’s a bit fuzzy from lack of sleep…)

“Medico” appears to be the Spanish word for “doctor” (as you might be able to guess). Then again, what Spanish colonies are there in the world…? Spain, sure, and South America…*googles* Basically all of South America, dangit.

Context says “madre” = mother.

Context also says “mentira” = lie, or “you’re lying!”.

Geesh, that cup size joke was such a non-sequitur that I didn’t even find it funny…

Geesh! This Colt dude is basically Sabro (from Iruma-kun)! Update: He also looks like he came straight outta JJBA.

ID: Invaded 1 – 2 (SNEAK PREVIEW!)

I thought I wouldn’t be able to access the preview, but by accessing Funimation’s videos…I can watch it!

Ohmygloooooooob, this “I’m in pieces, but I’m connected” concept is so cool! (But also hella freaky, which is exactly my style!...You do know that I’m a bit of a freak for body horror, right?)

You…probably shouldn’t be yelling at the person if they appear to be dead(!)

This would make an awesome escape game, no…?

I never knew the future looked so similar to the present.

Ooh, this gets more and more interesting! There are people watching this murder mystery.

Whose ID Well is this…? If it’s Sakaido’s, then maybe he can find out more about himself through the celebs.

The code appears to be from the Windows operting system, since C: is the default hard drive. So I’d say it might be Windows Visual Basic, actually, or C (the programming language).

Hmm…maybe that’s when the episode ws being produced.

Okay, so how I’m understanding this is that Sakaido is in the world of the murderer (of Kaeru’s) mind and he has to find her murderer to get out.

Ooh, so Sakaido is also a murderer…and as it turns out, Sakaido’s perp drills holes in the heads of their victims…scary. What I was really here to say was that this reminds me of a movie called Minority Report.

I think one of the victims had part of his head missing in the ID Well, so maybe Sakaido’s missing an elbow in real life…?

The joke is that the word for “well” in Japanese is i (井) or ido (井戸) and then ID, of course, is ID and likewise id is id (but it’s ido in Japanese). Googling ID: Invaded reveals Sakaido is written with this same kanji, plus two others (酒井戸), meaning his name is part of the wordplay too.

It’s like Minecraft, except you make the world with your entire body…LOL.

Maybe that’s (takoya) short for “takoyaki”…? Just a guess. Update: I’m right.

The licence plates say “Shinagawa”. This show takes place in Shinagawa (or the car I read the plate of was obtained in Shinagawa)!

Huh? How did Hondomachi get into the well? Do they have a drive to kill as well????

These quotes have gotta mean something, so here’s the first one: “Is it ridiculous to believe that I have been given a certain role to play for this present world?”

What’s up with the numbers in the room Matsuoka is in…? (Apparently a terrible day volunteering is enough to put me on edge and subsequently make me a master detective, it seems.)

I went back to my old Honeyfeed stories recently and I rediscovered a character that I wrote about a few years ago – Yuki, after the matching character I axed from my original plot of Half-Paid Heroes (because the story I’m referring to is the Honeyfeed version of HPH) – who was partially close-shaven like Fukuda. I gave Yuki such a character design just to set up intrigue, but I didn’t think I’d ever see a similar design to it, ever. Now, here I am.

Narihisago? What a name! I checked what “hisago” means and apparently it means “gourd”.

Is this Kaeru (the one that committed suicide), perhaps, the one in Hondomachi’s head and that’s not actually the case…?

The CGI’s a bit awkward in this show.

Is “Muku” Sakaido/Narihisago’s daughter…?

I think the old guy – the head of the cop team – uses a Mac, based on his GUI.

New quote: “Wind comes in this hole and out the other, and it makes the world a little bit clearer.” This reveals the quotes are actually from the episode.

This music which acts as the ED is nice. I’m basically sold on this show, y’know.

The original work is by “The Detectives United”. I wonder what that means…?

#simulcast commentary #ID: Invaded #no guns life #boku no hero academia #My Hero Academia #mairimashita! iruma-kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #chesarka watches mi-k #Chesarka watches NGL #Chesarka watches BnHA #Chesarka watches ID: Invaded

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Pit-town Strays Ch.1

Kidlaw softness and redneck shenanigans in a northern mining town. Everything's fucked but whatever.

Rated T, no warnings, or just general warnings for setting-specific social ills and violence (racist cops, shitty parents, etc). Someone ordered wholesome kidlaw family feels? well HERE.

[Ch. 1] - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

Read on Ao3 too, I’m Ossicle

“What the hell are you going to Pit-town for?” Bellamy chewed at Law with his mouth open, a smarmy sneer on his pasty face.

“None of your business.” Law scowled, turning his eyes away from his brother’s ground-up breakfast. He shoved a random pile of coursework into his backpack.

“Well I know what kids like you go up there to do. Everybody knows.” Bellamy drawled on, like he knew shit about anything besides scamming beer and shooting bottles at the quarry.

“Don’t make assumptions, idiot. I’m just babysitting.”

“Why?”

“It’s called a job? You should try it,” Law suggested primly. “Feet.”

Bellamy lifted his feet off Law’s pile of textbooks. “Why, though? You got that big scholarship, I seen the letter when it came in.”

Law frowned at him. “How did you…”

“Well it was just there, so I read it. Why don’t you move out, if you got all that money? You hate it here so much.”

Law waved this matter aside. “I owe that money to someone. Give me the volvo keys.”

Bellamy didn’t move his stupid stumpy self from the ancient recliner—prized spot in the basement space the three brothers shared. “No, I need it, I’m meeting up with some guys later to go down to the quarry. Dad said I could.”

“Bellamy, I need it to get to town. Just gimme the keys.”

“Well I need it to pick up little ladies! You can hitch, right?”

Law didn’t bother arguing. He sighed through his nose and slid his feet into his severely ratty sneakers before heading out into the yard.

“Don't tell Dad where I am or I'll tell him about your girlfriend!” Law called on his way out.

“Obviously,” Bellamy muttered.

The ancient volvo wasn’t feeling cooperative today, or Law was having a lapse or something because he couldn’t fucking hotwire it. He slammed his fist on the dash and took out his phone. It was an oddly summery fall day—not too cold to walk or bike—but his shoes were getting thin in the soles, and Law didn't like asking his dad for little stuff like that. Didn't wanna be such a burden all the time.

He scrolled through his messages and sent a couple off to see about a ride. But Robin (who'd suggested the job) was teaching, and Baby (sweet, bitter Baby) was already in the sauce.

BB: i cn still come tho? you real stuck?? big bro awwwww im sry

You: Nono dont go driving if youre partying it up, Ill hitch a ride I guess

BB: Where?

You: Just into town

BB: Where in town??????

You: The Pit.

You: or whatever.

BB: LAWWW NOOOOOOOOooo jus kidding lol no judgement here

BB: id sell it on weekends too if i were pretty liek U

You: I’m not selling my ass!!!

BB: Lol

BB: sure

BB: why else ndn boi hangs w miner trash? Shady.

You: Lots of reasons, including a babysitting job. Don’t make assumptions.

BB: “babysitting”” “””job”””’

You: Yes.

BB: God ur sheltered

BB: shltered bebe in u nice rich house

BB: don get picked up there, pit-town piggies love ndn bebes

Law pocketed his phone with an eyeroll and started walking down toward the highway.

Once he’d found a ride and gotten dropped off, it was a twenty minute walk from the highway to the Pit. Law ended up climbing over the bare, rocky hill behind the truck stop, cuz his phone’s map had the place all wrong. On top of the hill, he could see the Pit in all its glory laid out before him.

Pit-town was the weird little enclave where the town’s mine workers were housed, in tar paper houses as outdated as the mine itself. The tangled machinery of the refinery loomed just beyond the houses, and above all that, the smokestacks. White smoke drifted from their peaks, as high above him as the clouds. Nothing except low bush berries grew around here—it was like an outpost on the moon.

Law went down into the village. Men with tattooed arms watched him from pickup trucks, and women smoking in lawn chairs whispered. Half-feral dogs barked and circled.

“Ya lost, hun?” one busty woman called from her front step as he passed, and her friends chuckled.

“No…” he mumbled back, and hurried on as they all laughed.

He was flustered and out of breath by the time he got to the address, on the other fucking side of the whole village. The house was like the rest: a single-storey bungalow on a small plot of land with a car port full of dead appliances. There was a little pink bike lying on the front step, and a short dog chain attached to a pole in the middle of the bare yard. A deep trail had been trod in a circle around the pole but there was no dog in sight. Law went up and knocked lightly.

He stood there for a few minutes, feeling the neighborhood eyes on his back, before trying again. He knocked a little louder. “Hey, um. Hello?”

A harsh voice called, “YEAH IT’S OPEN.”

Law tried the door. “No it’s not?” he called back.

“YEAH IT IS JUST KICK IT AND TURN THE THING AT THE SAME TIME.”

“...No, definitely not open,” Law assured him after trying every kick-turn combination.

“AH FUCK.”

“Yeah.”

“OKAY, CAN YOU JUST BREAK IN?”

“...What??” Law was almost offended.

“I’M DOING A THING, CAN’T GET THE DOOR RIGHT NOW, JUST TRY SOMETHING.”

Obviously Law could break into stuff, because his shitty little brothers thought it was hilarious to lock him out of the house all the time. And because their father thought it was prudent to keep things like Law’s ID in a secure location. Law didn’t think that skill set was a great way to start this ‘job’ thing, though… He looked around at the prying eyes across the street and they flitted back behind their blinds. He sighed.

The lock was just one of the doorknob ones, and the jamb didn’t have a guard on it so it was easy to get a credit card in there. The door swung open and Law stepped into a cluttered hallway.

“In here!” the big voice called from down the hall.

“I here!” a little voice added.

Law navigated his way carefully, stepping over baskets of laundry, unreturned empties, and sealed up moving boxes. Something obnoxious was playing on tinny speakers in another room. He rounded the corner into a sweltering little kitchen that seemed like the only clear spot in the house.

There was a very tall redhead with a face full of piercings sitting at the kitchen table in his boxers, and a much smaller redhead in a frilly blue bathing suit beside him. They were painting their toenails black, with their feet up on the table.

The bigger redhead seemed really shocked to see Law. He almost toppled backward on his chair. “H-hi! Uh! You’re Native.”

Law blinked. “Yeah. Um. You’re naked.”

“I’m Nami!” announced the little girl.

The guy was pretty much naked, by Law’s standards. Also kind of jacked… Law could feel his face heating up and was glad that it didn’t really show on him. The man sitting there in his boxers was pale as a fucking ghost, though, and so his sudden flush was super obvious. He rushed to recover from that intro.

“I don’t mean like, ‘oh, you’re Native.’ Well, obviously you are, heh, but I don’t mind or anything!"

“Yeah, uh.” Law nodded helpfully. “I don’t mind either, that you’re… naked.”

“Kidd is a naked...” Nami sang to herself.

“I'm not even,” Kidd protested. “I'm just hot as hell. Aren't you hot?”

“Am I??” Law was completely lost.

“Not—! I mean, yeah, but you're in a hoodie? Aren't you sweltering?” Kidd clarified.

“Oooh. No, not really. I like to keep covered up,” Law explained, picking at a fraying sleeve. He supposed it was weird to be wearing jeans and a hoodie in this weather, but no weirder than wearing Crocs in public, like people here seemed into doing.

Kidd was distracted by Nami painting patterns on her feet with the nail polish. “Fuck, Nami, stop, we just paint the nails. It’s messy, see? MESSY.” He took the tiny girl and sat her on the counter instead, then went about cleaning up the table. “Sorry about the door. Can’t go anywhere with wet toenails, it smears like hell.”

Law nodded harder and went to help him. “It’s cool, I know how to break into stuff. I mean I don’t usually! But your door was easy. Not that I’ll do it again!”

“Not a problem… uh, Kidd. I’m Kidd. Hi.” The guy finally got his head together and extended a hand. His fingernails were painted black too. He had a really firm grip.

“Law,” Law replied in relief.

“And this is my sister Nami,” Kidd jabbed a thumb at the toddler perched precariously on the counter. “She’s a fucking psychopath.”

Nami ignored them, sticking towels into the toaster instead.

“You have a dog too? I saw the chain outside.” Law wondered.

“No, Dad took the dog with him. And the fuckin car…”

“Your parents are both working?” Law asked, and immediately regretted it. God, he really was sheltered.

Kidd blushed again and started stacking dishes.

Law rushed to clarify. “Or, ‘parent'? I only got one too—a dad. I'm adopted though, and my birth parents are both passed, so.”

Kidd was wiping off each dish absently under the running water, not really cleaning anything. “We got a dad and mom, they’re just… not around right now. So it’s just us! Which is better, believe me.” He growled the last bit under his breath.

“Oh, got it.”

“Anyway. I didn't wanna ask someone to come all the way here to watch Nami, but that bitch down the street won’t take her anymore because of lice or property damage or something, and I got an interview today. I’ll prolly find another illegal daycare somewhere around here if I do get this job, though, heh.”

“Yeah don’t worry about it.” Law tried not to seem squeamish at the mention of lice.

“If they do take me I’ll be starting right away, so I might be out til pretty late,” Kidd warned him. “I’ll pay you for however long you’re here for though.”

“Sounds good. You gonna work at the mine?”

This seemed like another sensitive issue. Kidd looked away and muttered, “No… you gotta be 21, and take all these courses and stuff. And anyway, like HELL will I end up in the fuckin pit,” he finished with unexpected heat.

Law was saved from having to come up with a response by Nami blowing up the toaster outlet. The kitchen appliances all blinked out.

“FUCK! Again…” Kidd rushed to pick her up and sit her back on the table as a loud dryer beep sounded from the bathroom. “And fuck, there’s my pants. Listen, can you grab a fuse from the drawer there and stick it in? I actually REALLY gotta go, like right now.”

“Yeah of course!” Law watched the strange redhead duck through the kitchen door and pick his way down the obstacle course hall to another door.

He pulled his eyes away from the muscled back and onto the little girl, who was… eating nail polish.

“You!” Law scolded her, and put her in a chair. He grabbed the few towels that weren’t burnt, and tied her to the aluminum frame. “Okay, eat cheez-its while I fix this.”

Law had got the new fuse screwed into the panel and the nail polish off Nami’s face by the time Kidd came back, dressed in clothes that didn’t seem like interview clothes to Law: heavy duck pants and steel-toed boots. He grabbed a duffel bag that was sitting on a box stack, shouldered it and then stood looking at Law.

“Uh,” Kidd was blushing again. It was kind of amazing to see this tough blacklung brat acting so unsure. “If I come back really late maybe I could bring something? To eat? And we could eat it here?”

“Yeah, that'd be good.” Law shrugged like he didn't mind either way.

“KFC?” Kidd suggested.

“Oh I don't like breaded stuff. Fries are good, though.”

“Chinese?”

“I'm trying not to eat MSG actually…”

Kidd tried to think. “So what do you eat?”

“Mostly sushi.”

“I didn't know there was any sushi places in this shit town,” Kidd admitted.

“At the college there's one. Uh, but whatever you bring is fine, don't worry about it!” Law reassured him.

“Okay. Well, see ya.” Kidd made his way outside, yelling at some hovering dogs to git!, then started swearing. “Aw fuck, Nami's FUCKING bike…”

“You trip on it?” Law poked his head outside.

“No,” Kidd was looking at an empty front walk. “Fuckin kids took off with it again. I'll just go punch their dad in the throat later, not a big deal.”

“Holy,” Law commented mildly.

He watched Kidd pull a frankenstein-ian motorcycle out of a side door and roar away on it. Then he looked around to see if anyone had caught him looking. He was just sending a good glare at the prying eyes across the street when he remembered that he was babysitting. He returned to the kitchen where Nami was sitting once again on top of the table, drawing circles in a nail polish puddle with one finger.

“Your brother is an entire entrée,” Law informed her.

She didn't reply, intent on her craft. But she objected when he tried to pick her up. “Nooo!”

“No?” he put her down.

She glared at him, a tiny girl of no more than four, ginger hair in little pigtails and her frilly blue bathing suit spotted with nail polish.

“I'm Law,” he sat down so he was at her level, and introduced himself. “Lawww.”

“Law...” She appraised him solemnly for another moment and then seemed to deem him acceptable. “I’m being a witch,” she confided in a whisper.

“A witch?”

“Yah.”

Law sat back in the chair with a laugh. “My girl! Let's talk!”

Law had the kitchen scrubbed to his own exacting standards in short order, having secured Nami firmly to a chair (with duct tape and towels this time).

She was starting to nod into her cheezits by the time he'd finished, and Law figured it was nap time. He went to review the rooms along the hallway, looking for a baby room. He couldn't figure out the logic of the place, though. There was a largeish bedroom, which seemed to be the source of the stale smoke smell, mostly taken up by a tacky king bed and Seinfeld DVDs. It clearly hadn't been used in forever. He closed that door. Then there was a smaller room that might've once been a child's room, decorated with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and complex Lego structures piled in one corner. It was stacked floor to ceiling with file boxes and covered in dust too. Another small room seemed to be Kidd's hideout, though the bed was just a box spring covered in laundry and books. There was a guitar and practice amp, and a desk piled with half-dissected old laptops. Law resisted the urge to snoop, and closed the door.

He went back down to the other end of the hall, past the front door, where the narrow corridor opened into a small living room space. A couch and a single mattress were neatly made up into beds, in front of a large TV that seemed like the only new thing in the house.

“I want a Kidd nap.” Nami had somehow gotten out of the duct tape high chair and was at Law's side, rubbing her eyes.

“Okay? In the big bed?”

“You're silly,” she accused. She went to lie down on the couch, pulling a fuzzy blanket over herself.

Law went to sit next to her. He gestured down at the mattress on the floor, with its orange and blue comforter and many fuzzy cushions. “Is that your bed? Don't you wanna nap there?”

“No,” she explained patiently, eyes already closed.

“Right, obviously.”

He watched her shuffle and sigh her way to sleep.

“I could've had a sister,” he murmured, partly to her and partly to himself. “I mean, I do have a biological sister, but I didn't grow up with her. I think it would've been nice, though…”

Nami was already asleep when he looked over again. Easy! Law totally had this babysitting thing in hand. He pulled his stats assignment out of his bag, and got down to the real work.

Nami turned out to be a pretty chill baby, as well as being an utter terror. She mostly ignored Law, preferring to go about her little play tasks uninterrupted, with the TV playing in the background. “Being a witch,” she explained whenever Law asked what she was doing.

“Keep it up,” he encouraged her, turning back to his own work.

He quickly learned, though, to keep an ear out for silence, because she was probably blowing shit up. Law found her building a fire in the oven, then making what he was pretty sure was mustard gas in the toilet.

“How’d you do that??” He took the bleach from her and she threw a mild fit before toddling off to the next game.

By the time Kidd returned, Law was just sitting in a kitchen chair with his stats assignment disregarded in front of him, watching the four-year-old expertly jimmy the makeshift lock he'd put on the knife drawer.

“More twist on the lever,” an amused Law recommended.

“So this one's being a psychopath huh,” Kidd entered and threw his duffel bag on the table.

Law corrected him.“Um, she's a witch and a prodigy? She made several deadly potions with cleaning supplies today."

“Oh jesus now there's two of you.”

“One more and we got a coven.”

“Great. Nami, it's like 11, why ain't your ass in bed?” Kidd growled at his sister, who ignored him.

“She went down for a couple hours, but kept getting up when she heard a car go by. And I couldn't get any pajamas on her,” Law reported.

“Yeah she won't take the bathing suit off unless I bribe her. She's big into being a ‘mermaid’ this month, on top of being a witch.”

Nami had gotten the knife drawer open and was feeling around in it with one chubby hand.

Kidd scooped her up. “No knives.”

“A knife!!!”

Law shook his head and smiled. Child after his own heart. “What's she want a knife for?”

“She's been trying to slash my tires lately, so probably that. It's usually pretty funny to watch, but yeah, not at bedtime. Eh, Nami?”

“I WAN A KNIFE! A KNIFE A KNIFE A—”

Nami stopped and stared at the chocolate coin Kidd was holding up. She grabbed it and wiggled out of his arms. They followed her to the living room where she was stashing her prize under the couch.

“Holy, she's got a hoard,” Law gave a low whistle at the cache of foil coins and random shiny things.

“Yeah I think she's more dragon than mermaid,” Kidd commented.

Nami lay down in her floor bed, where she could see the glittering pile.

“I got food, if you wanna…?” Kidd nodded back toward the kitchen.

“Is she good here?”

“Yeah she pretty much puts herself to sleep, just leave WrestleMania on for her. She likes the noise.”

They went back to the kitchen, and Kidd turned on a thing Law had thought was a smashed toaster oven reconstructed with safety pins, but which turned out to be a radio. Kidd gestured to a bag on the table, and Law unpacked it while the redhead fiddled with the receiver. It mostly seemed to be picking up country music and static.

“Can almost get that alt rock station with this thing,” he muttered, “probably just needs another coat hanger.”

“You went and got sushi??” Law pulled out several little plastic containers.

Kidd’s back was to him but Law could see his neck and ears going red. He kept fiddling with the dials. “Yeah, whatever.”

“From all the way at the college?”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“...I think that radio is using you as an antenna,” Law observed, changing the topic.

Kidd snorted and let go of the screwdriver-dial, and the radio went to mostly static. “Faboo. Maybe it wants a piercing too.”

His face had returned to a normal color under all that metal, and he joined Law at the table. Law offered him the dragon roll and took the sashimi plate.

The chopsticks were an obstacle.

“Do you stab it?” Kidd glared at the sushi and the two little sticks.

“No, look at my hand: hold one like a pencil, and the other one loosely—”

“I stab it.”

“Don’t stab it, hey, you’ll ruin the integrity of the roll shape!”

“Hm,” Kidd chewed his mangled piece. “Tastes like salad.”

“Here.” Law scooted over a chair. He took the chopsticks out of Kidd’s fist and rearranged them. Kidd’s hands were large and rough to the touch, and the scent of sweat and gas clung to his clothes. The sudden impression of body heat and machinery smacked Law right in the back of the brain.

“I’m gonna say this is finger food,” Kidd decided.

“Yeah,” Law agreed automatically.

“Yeah, fuck this. Want a beer?”

Law hated beer. “Yeah. I mean, whatever.”

Law sat and nursed the beer with determination, trying to pay attention to Kidd's animated take on government surveillance vans and Nicolas Cage. His brain was getting fuzzy really fast, though. He was such a fuckin lightweight.

“He’s not an actual human person, is all I’m saying. You seen his face tryna do face stuff?” Kidd argued, crunching his second beer can and tossing it in the bin across the room. "Nother beer? Hey, you’re not even done that one.”

“Tastes like bread,” Law noted distractedly.

“I guess. You don’t like Bud?”

“I liked the first movie,” Law hiccuped.

Kidd laughed like a fucking hooligan, and Law had to laugh too. Normally loud laughs grated on Law's ears, but he decided he liked this one. It wasn't mocking or cold; just big.

Kidd shook his head with a final chuckle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Me too. Sooo uh, what you studying at the college?”

“General science right now, thinking I'll go into the pre-med stream,” Law answered right away. “Or maybe something more research, less clinical… uh. Or you know, like. Whatever.”

Kidd actually seemed interested. “Yeah that sounds awesome. I always wanted to go into engineering, but pure research would be cool… You um. Doing some math, there?” He looked over at Law's assignment, abandoned on the table.

“Stats. The bane of my existence. Don't stare at it too long, it'll put the bleed on your brain.”

“...you're stuck, huh?” Kidd glanced over again.

“No.” Law sniffed. “I'm considering it from many angles.”

“Okay, man.”

“Oh, like you know anything about sample sizes and shit.”

Kidd shrugged, but the line in his forehead deepened. He cracked another tallboy.

Law gripped his own beer can in the uncomfortable silence that followed, and then downed the rest all at once.

“Nother,” he wiped his mouth and Kidd raised an eyebrow but passed him a fresh one.

“Git it in ya.”

“Mhm.” Law took a deep swig and almost fucking barfed. “Sooo… you make that bike yourself huh?”

“...yeah,” Kidd's face lost the put-out look and split into a grin. “Or whatever, I just added some stuff and changed other stuff… actually, it's…”

That got another good long ramble out of the redhead, full of startling laughter and crass parallels with female body parts. Law wondered idly if Kidd was actually familiar with any female body parts, or whether this was just how people in Pit-town talked.

“Hm?” Law sat up straight, realizing that Kidd had asked him something. His brain was definitely all swimmy now.

“Or I can give you a lift back now. It's a long way to the Rez.”

“I'm not from the Rez, I live down the highway. I can just hitch my way back, it's not a big deal." Law looked at his phone—after midnight.

Kidd was giving Law a look, like he wanted to say something about that, but then grunted and downed his beer instead. “Here, for today,” he said, taking an envelope out of his pocket and pushing a few folded bills into Law's hand.

“Thanks.”

“If you're free tomorrow I'll be working again at noon. And like I said, you can stay here tonight if the trip out is—”

“Oh!” Law felt his face heating up again. “No, I gotta get home. My dad's gonna kill me as it is. I'll come back tomorrow, though, okay?”

“Okay! Or, whatever, good.”

“Yeah.” Law stood and started stuffing things back into his backpack. “Okay see ya tomorrow.”

Kidd gave him a flippant salute and cracked another beer.

Pulling on his sneakers at the door, Law felt a little tug at his pant leg.

“Law, you are going to go?” Nami worried.

“Yup, gotta go home.”

“Law, you won't be here if you go,” she started snuffling.

Law picked her up and put her back in her bed. “I'll come back tomorrow. Okay?”

“No.” She hid under the blanket and kept snuffling.

He hesitated. “I have to go.”

“She’ll get over it in a minute,” Kidd told him from the doorway, leaning backlit against the frame with crossed arms. “It's better not to draw it out.”

Law looked at the little lump among the cushions and shrugged. He stood to go.

The redhead chewed at his tongue piercing and watched him. “Okay, I don't wanna be weird about this, but like. It's the Pit. And you're... You know?”

Law wasn't getting it. “I'm...?”

“C'mon, you stick out. And it's really late, and it's just past check day, and… it'd really just be faster if I gave you a ride.”

Oh, fucking chivalry or whatever.

“So I'll put my hood up,” Law dismissed this.

“It’s the Pit, though,” Kidd said again.

“... See you tomorrow.” Law left without drawing it out any further.

Law got halfway through the village before someone pulled up next to him, apparently to offer him further unwanted courtesies.

“Looking for a place to stay?” the man offered.

“Just heading home,” Law deflected.

This didn't seem to be the answer the guy wanted, and he followed Law in his pickup at very close range, until they got to the village limits and the end of the street lights. Law gripped his phone in his pocket. He heard the truck door slam just as he went to detour off the road between two houses.

Law tried not to back away as the guy advanced. “I'll call the police.”

“I am the police,” the man pointed to the badge on his belt.

"Shit..."

"And you're trespassing."

Law held onto his phone, a harsh roaring steadily growing in his ears. The smart thing would be to play dumb and helpless so he wouldn't fucking get shot, and just hope someone came by… but the man went to grab him and he panicked just as the roar peaked. Law snapped the fist holding his phone into the man's temple, and it made a loud crunch. A couple more frantic strikes sent the pig down in a confused pile of limbs.

Well he'd fucking done it now. Maybe he could run before—

“Oohhh shit, haha,” someone commented.

Law glared over at Kidd, who was sitting there on his noisy rat bike, peering at the man on the ground.

“Hi?” Law crossed his arms.

Kidd scratched his neck. “Saw him drive past after you left, and figured… yeah. I was just gonna come and like, bam! Do a drive-by with a crowbar. But that Rocky shit was actually way cooler, haha. Is that a brass knuckles phone ring?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah…” Kidd considered the lump on the ground. “Kay, well. Can I drive you home now?”

“...” Law really, stubbornly wanted to refuse.

“Just so you can see how Marlene here rides,” Kidd patted the motorcycle. “Did I tell you I built her?”

Law's tension cracked and an incredulous laugh bubbled out. “Yeah. You told me. She's a beauty.” Kidd passed him the helmet and Law slid into place behind him.

“She’s a rubber-tit, chain-smoking old blacklung biddy, fuck yeah she's a beauty. You can ride her all day and night, she don't get tired.”

Law had been wondering how he'd get all the way home like this without popping a boner, but that mental image cleared it up.

“Uh,” Law gave the unconscious cop a guilty glance, “should we get this guy somewhere…?”

“Oh, I'll just call his wife to come get him, I guess,” Kidd snorted at the pathetic pile and took out his phone.

“You know him?”

“Everyone knows everyone here… hold on a sec. Hey, Mrs. Kyle? Yeah I just seen Kevin going off tryna fight that goose again.”

“Fuckin what??” Law snickered.

“Yeah, Cobb Road. Looked like he'd taken a good one on the head already. I dunno who taught that thing to make a fist. Yeah, anyway. Yeah, bye.” Kidd hung up, nodding to himself like that was it.

“No one's gonna believe that shit,” Law objected.

“Oh the goose? That's real, the thing's a monster. I think they should just shoot it but there's a pool on who'll defeat it in hand-to-hand combat.”

“...okay. Sure.”

“It's the Pit,” Kidd explained again.

Kidd tied a bandana onto his face as a windguard, and they pulled out of the village and onto the highway. It was fall but the air was warm and smelled like tar. Law held onto Kidd's waist and directed him by patting his arm and pointing. The smokestacks receded behind them, though the tar smell lingered on through the treeless landscape. Eventually Law signaled for them to stop.

Kidd pulled off the highway and stopped just under the lone streetlight at the turnoff. He looked around. “This is just a carpool lot. I might as well take you all the way home, right?”

“Nah, my Dad's already gonna be pissed that I'm out this late. If I ride up on a bike smelling like booze… yeah.” Law passed him the helmet and dismounted. “It's not far from here, I'm good now.”

Kidd was still processing the first part. “Aren't you in uni? You still have a curfew?”

Law shrugged. “He's strict. He just worries. Though, yeah, he's nowhere near as protective about my fuckin brothers so—”

At that exact moment Law's brain registered the whine of a familiar car, and he had to grip his bag to keep from bolting. He relaxed slightly when he saw it was just the Volvo.

“Hey Lawnboy,” Bellamy chuckled, leaning an elbow out the window.

“Hiii Law,” a gawky, sharp-eyed girl chirped from the passenger seat.

“Monet, my dream girl,” Law flirted mildly, leaning on the door frame. Monet giggled and Bellamy scowled.

“That your ~boyfriend~?” the blond troll mocked, jabbing a thumb at Kidd, who tensed and sneered.

“Yeah,” Law shot back.

There was a pause.

“Really???” Monet scrambled to get a good look at them both. Bellamy's face went slack with shock.

Kidd stuffed his head into the safety of his helmet.

“What're you doing?” Law questioned the helmeted Kidd.

“He's shy!” Monet squealed. “Ahhhh you guys are perfect!”

“Are you blushing?” Law tried to flip up the mirrored visor and Kidd held on stubbornly, shaking his head.

“Law, bring him to Hawk's place with us, I'll make youse guys’ drinks!! I got sourpuss and peach schnapps!”

“They're not coming to Hawk's,” Bellamy told her sullenly.

“Shut up Bellamy. Law, you guys coming?”

Law demurred. “Gotta work tomorrow, Monet-fique. Nother time.”

“Aw.”

“See you at home, Bellyache,” Law dismissed his pouting brother, who scowled.

“‘Babysitting’, huh. I'm telling Dad you're hoeing it up in the Pit,” Bellamy threatened.

Monet punched him in the shoulder. “Oh my god Bellamy no you're not. Later, Law! Byyye, strong silent boyfriend!”

Bellamy took his cue and screeched away.

Law turned back to Kidd, who was still hiding under his helmet. “Sorry. That was my brother. It just seemed like the best way to get him to leave.”

Kidd gave a slight shrug.

“So. See you tomorrow?” Law shouldered his bag.

Kidd nodded.

“Thanks for the ride. And for dinner and stuff…”

“Yeah it's whatever,” came Kidd's muffled voice.

“Oh yeah I mean, whatever.” Law started off down the road.

“Uh…! Thank you too, for… coming...” Kidd called after him a few steps later.

Law stopped and looked back awkwardly.

“...And for being chill about Nami's issues, and the house, and dealing with that creeping fucker… You don't have to come back after that crap. And if all this is gonna get you in trouble with your dad anyway,” Kidd offered in a nervous jumble, as Law wandered back over and stood there, feeling suddenly sad.

Law had had his share of sweet goodbye kisses under this streetlight, when he'd been a little younger and a little less worried about everything. He kinda really wanted another like that right now… But Kidd was holding onto the helmet on his head like a life preserver. And a kiss seemed like such a shallow, wrong-headed kind of assurance to offer against all ‘that crap.’

Law leaned in, and bonked his forehead lightly against the glossy helmet instead.

“Well, pick me up tomorrow, at the highway. So I don't gotta risk crossing the goose,” Law shrugged too, like it really was all just whatever.

He couldn't see Kidd's face but he could see his heaviness lift.

“You got it, Cap.”

The scruffy redhead leaned into his bike and the road, and became a fading engine roar in the dark. Law walked home slowly.

#kidlaw #KidLaw fic #eustass kid #trafalgar law #one piece modern au #Kid is a blusher #Law is an airhead #blue collar love #pit-town strays

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Mutual Obsession - Peter Parker

Summary: What happens when the hero you've been obsessing over, happens to also be obsessed with you?

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: None!

A/N: I just thought the idea was cute, but then I spiraled out of control and wrote this monster of a thing, lol.

I look at my corkboard, the mass of Spider-Man newspaper clippings pinned up all over it. Sighing at how messy it is, I slowly take it down to set it on my desk. I need to reorganize and get rid of the older articles by putting them in my box. My fingers work efficiently, removing all the pins and organizing the piles of clippings by date.

It's almost therapeutic, just time I can spend thinking about nothing and just letting my hands work. It doesn't take too long, and soon enough I have the oldest articles put away and the newest ones ready to pin. As I hang the board back up, my eyes wander over all the shots of Spider-Man's face. Who are you?

Not that I'm actively trying to find the guy - if he's wearing a mask, he obviously wants to keep his ID secret. I'm no snitch, so I just watch from afar. I'll probably never meet the guy, despite living in the same city. I don't go out much, so there's not a lot of chances for crime to affect me. The closest I got to him was seeing him swing overhead once. No one believed me when I told them I'd seen him. Only Peter, a good friend of mine and also my current crush, did, but I didn't get a lot of time to talk with him during math since we were so focused on notes.

I turn away from the board, rubbing my arms. Glancing at the clock I see that it's getting close to 10PM. My stomach begins to growl and I decide it's high time that I went out to get some food from my favorite takeout place down the street. Pulling on my jacket - which has a rather large home-made Spidey patch on the back - I head out after grabbing my purse.

The air is brisk, smelling like rain, and it makes me hope that Spidey is warm with his outfit, because it doesn't look very insulated. I'd hate for the hero of the city to get sick. I make the short walk down a couple blocks to The Warren, hands tucked deep in my pockets but my fingers still get cold. I shiver the entire way, regretting not also grabbing my gloves and a hat but there's no turning back now. The late autumn weather is a cruel mistress.

The bell over the door jingles as I enter and the guy behind the counter looks up. He grins wide, "The usual, Y/N?"

I nod, "You know it, Sean! 10 minute wait as usual?" Sean is the son of the owner here and he is always here when I come in, so he's memorized my order over the several times I've come in.

Sean laughs, "You know it. It'll be right out, Y/N, you can sit in your spot on the bench."

I do sit on the metal bench they have reserved for people ordering takeout. It's right up by the window and I lean my head back on the glass, closing my eyes. It's been a long day and all I want is food to make my stomach stop growling. I hear footsteps and the bench moves with the weight of someone sitting next to me. I peek one eye open and look over, seeing Sean.

"Rough day?"

I hum in affirmation and he nods solemnly, patting my leg in solidarity.

"I feel that. I noticed you've been coming here more often lately, are your parents not home a lot?"

I shift so I can sit up to look straight at him, "Yeah, they've been taking more shifts now that I can take care of myself, or, y'know, so they think since I'm getting takeout at ten-o-clock. Not exactly the best time."

Sean nods, "Well, you know I'm always here if you need someone to rant to, okay?"

I nod back, "Of course." Ever since I first started coming here when I was younger, Sean had kind of taken the role of older brother for me since he's three years older than me. I don't mind - he's nice and he genuinely cares.

His head snaps up when a bell rings and he stands, walking back into the kitchen. He comes out with a plastic bag with my takeout in it and I start rummaging for my wallet in my purse. Using his other hand, Sean stills mine. I look at up at him, confused.

"Take it, this is on me this time."

"I-but…" I pause, knowing there's no way to change his mind. "Okay. Thank you, Sean. See you soon." I take the bag from his hand and he gives me a gentle push out the door.

"Go, go and eat the deliciousness. See you soon."

The bell rings again as I leave, the cold air blasting me in the face again and I wince at the sudden onslaught. I wave to Sean through the window before starting to walk back home. I keep my eyes focused downwards, knowing I'll probably not run into anyone on the way.

I suddenly hear a snap of tree branches in front of me and my head jolts up from where I was watching my feet. A figure is just barely visible but I can't see any features. I slow my pace but keep walking, gasping when I can see who it is.

"Spider-Man? What are you doing here?"

"I-I mean, I was, just, in the neighborhood?" he phrases it like a question and I squint at him.

"What's going on?" I assume the worst, that there's a shooter in the neighborhood, or some other criminal.

He rubs his neck, embarrassed from what I can tell, "I… I like to come check on you every night. I got worried when you weren't home. Sorry."

I blink, mouth agape with shock, "You… what?"

"I said I check-"

"No, no, I get that part, just… Why?"

"I just like to check up on my number one fan. Your jacket is super cool, and you seem pretty nice," he says, and I can tell he's hiding something.

I cross my arms, the plastic bag of takeout shuffling with the movement. "I'm flattered, really, but isn't that somewhat creepy?"

"Isn't it somewhat creepy to keep a board full of articles of me?"

I flush hot with embarrassment at the thought that he's seen the board, "N-no! That's different! You're mysterious and… and surreal. Everyone wants to know who you are!"

"But not you."

I tilt my head, confused, "What?"

"You've never once tried to figure out my identity, and I know full well that if you dug hard enough you could find me pretty easily. Why haven't you tried?"

I shrug, shifting side to side as my legs are starting to get cold, "I am just trying to respect your privacy."

There's a pause and I can tell he's debating something in his head. Literally, I can see him tilting his head back and forth, like he's weighing the pros and cons of whatever it is in his mind.

"But do you want to know?" he asks finally.

I huff, "I mean, it'd be cool, but not unless you want me to know. Also can we please start walking, I'm starting to freeze just standing here. And my food is getting cold."

"O-oh, of course, yeah," Spidey says, gesturing for me to walk and I start. He falls into stride beside me, silent, and I roll my eyes.

"If you want to tell me who you are, I won't tell anyone. I promise. You can trust me."

He chuckles, murmuring, "I already know that part." I pretend I didn't hear him because that makes absolutely no sense. He talks again, louder, "How about we keep the suspense going until I get you home, deal? Then I'll meet you on your balcony."

I shrug, "Whatever you want to do, that's fine with me."

The walk back is quiet and goes by incredibly fast as my mind ponders what the hell is going on. He watches me? He knows me? I'm so confused but I'm not going to press for any info. I don't want to make him feel weird, or, I guess, weirder than this already is.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks as we are almost to the door.

"Thinking about how insane this is. I'll meet you on the balcony," I say, pushing into the apartment building and heading up to mine. I drop the bag of food on the counter and pull my coat off, placing it next to the bag. I see a flash of red outside the balcony window and practically run over to it, pulling the door open.

"Alright, can I come in? It's honestly really cold out here," he says, rubbing his arms and I nod. I step back so he can come in and he enters.

"Now, this might come as a shock to you, but you actually do know me in real life," he says and I furrow my brows, even more confused. Who could he be? I can't recognize his voice with the vocal changer he's using right now.

"I honestly have no idea."

He takes a deep breath, preparing himself. Slowly he reaches up, pulling the mask off to reveal his face.

I scream.

"PETER?!?!"

He bolts forward, covering my mouth with a gloved hand, "Shh!! You're gonna make the neighbors think you're getting murdered." He slowly removes his hand and my mouth is wide open with shock.

"What the fuck?" I whisper, a big difference in my voice compared to only a few seconds ago.

He runs a hand through his hair, "Sorry, you probably weren't expecting me."

I wave a hand, "No, no, it actually makes a ton of sense. A Stark Internship? Disappearing practically every evening after school? You suddenly got really muscular? I'm just stupid for not putting it together."

Peter fidgets with the mask in his hands, "And, I want to be honest, the reason I've been keeping track of you is because… I like you, Y/N. I've been interested in you since you wore your Spidey jacket to school, since you started talking to me more in class, since you've become my friend. You're gorgeous and kind and so amazing. I really like you."

I have no words at this point. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out.

Peter gets nervous, suddenly rambling, "I'm sorry, this is all really sudden, I can leave if-"

"I'm just trying to process, Peter, please just slow down for a second. This is a lot to take in."

It clicks in my mind - the guy I've liked forever is also the hero I've liked forever. Holy fuck. How does this happen?

"Do you… want to eat with me? You probably need to warm up and I need time to process this."

He nods, "Sure, if you got enough for two."

I go into autopilot mode, pulling out two plates and divvying out the food for each of us. I absentmindedly throw a blanket in Peter's direction, which he catches and wraps around himself with a sigh of joy at how warm it is. After I set the two plates down at the table, I tell Peter I'll be right back.

I walk into the bathroom and notice my face is basically stuck - I'm in shock, I guess, and my legs suddenly feel weak. I sit down on the floor so I don't fall over, breathing deeply in and out. My crush is here. My crush is my favorite superhero. My crush just told me he liked me. I press my hands into my eyes, suddenly laughing at how perfect this all is, how weird this all is. That’s it. I've gone insane. This has to be a dream.

I pinch myself and curse with the pain. Nope. Definitely not a dream. Okay. What do I do now? Go out and eat with him? That sounds like a solid plan. Okay, Y/N, stand up, go out there, and eat your food.

I shakily stand and compose myself, checking that I look fine in the mirror. I head out and Peter looks up at me as soon as I'm in view. "Hey."

"Hey," I say, pulling out my chair and sitting across from him. We eat in silence and I ponder what I'm going to do next. What am I supposed to do next? I never imagined this happening, I have no plans.

We eat in near silence except for the clinking of our forks on the plates. Peter grabs both plates when we're done, placing them gently into the sink for me. "Thanks," I murmur, watching him navigate around the kitchen with ease.

"No problem. Have I given you enough time to think?" His gaze is focused on the plates in the sink, which he is now running water over.

"I like you, too," I blurt out and Peter's head snaps back to my direction.

"Y-you do?"

I feel my face go hot and I duck my head down, "I've liked you for a while, Peter, just never fessed up."

His feet appear in front of me and I look up, his eyes searching mine. "You really like me?"

I laugh, "Yes, you dork! I like you!" He grins, pulling me up and out of my seat by my hands. His arms wrap around me and he lifts me into the air, twirling us around into the living room. I squeal, laughter coming from both of us.

"I never pictured it'd be like this," he says after setting me down, holding my hands still.

"Neither did I."

"I guess we've just got a mutual obsession," Peter says, caressing my cheek with his hand. The pattern of his gloves tickle but I stay perfectly still.

"I guess so," I smile against his hand.

He looks down at my lips and then back at my eyes. "C-can I kiss you now?"

"Please do," I whisper, and he closes the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine. He backs up after a moment but I press forward, kissing him again. My hands find his hair and my fingers tangle in it, grinning against him.

He breaks us up, pressing our foreheads together. "I hope this means we're together now."

"Of course. We're each other's obsessions, remember?"

#peter parker #peter x reader #peter parker imagine #spider-man #spiderman #spider man imagine #**#rach writes

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