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werepuppy-steve · 10 months ago

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february fic rec

a monthly fic rec series where i try to read every fic on my tbr

<- january -> march ▸ more fic recs ▸ my ao3

steve has nightmares - M, 2.3k, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: established relationship, panic attacks, 54321 grounding method

It’s not like the nightmares are, y’know: something new. What’s new is the way he wakes up from them. It’s still a gasping thing, with his heart shot up past the base of his throat more near his tonsils or some shit, somewhere he can almost taste it like metal and the sour tang of fear as it rattles and shakes and pounds, like his chest’s caving in on itself and that’s all normal, that’s all stuff he knows and— “-ve you,” but now there’s a sound on the periphery of his awareness, sneaking in the almost-nonexistent space between his hammering pulse but he grabs for it, because something in him knows it’s important: the most important. He follows it in between the beating, risks getting crushed if he fails here, too, and— “Love you,” Steve hears more clearly, all of a sudden, and he feels hands on him, running smooth and swift courses up and down his arms; then he also feels lips, he can feel the words as motion against his body almost more than he can pick out the sound: “love you, love you, love you,” and now he knows it, now that his vision clears as it adjusts to the darkness and he sees him: Eddie. - Or: Steve has nightmares. Eddie talks him through.

Stolen - T, 2.7k, complete @penny00dreadful

tags: secret relationship, hospital heist, protective steve harrington

When Steve arrives back at Eddie's hospital room, only to be met by a doctor telling him that Eddie had suddenly died within the last ten minutes, Steve finds that very hard to believe. OR Steve steals Eddie back.

eternity - T, 2k, complete @oh-stars

tags: love confessions, fluff

“I need to come over tonight,” he whispers to Robin. “Eddie wants to talk.�� “Oh,” Robin says, cupping the back of Steve’s head briefly. “I’ll have all your favorites ready for you when you get to my house.” Steve doesn’t have to say anything or force a smile. She gets it.

Love Is What Makes You Brave - G, 3.1k, complete @penny00dreadful

tags: break-up/make-up, getting back together, exes to lovers, hurt/comfort

Should he be here? No. Was he going to continue to be here for as long as he could take it? Hell yeah. OR Eddie found out Steve is getting married. And now he's idling in the church car park.

Safe Haven - M, 2/2, complete @sidekick-hero

tags: werewolf steve, hurt/comfort, getting together

Eddie finds a hurt wolf in the woods and takes him home. He has no idea that there is more to this particular wolf than it seems.

In Sickness and Health - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, older steddie, hurt/comfort, discussions of seizures

Eddie has learned to revel in quiet afternoons, even when he’s alone. The way the sunshine bathes the apartment’s living room carpet—his and Steve’s apartment. Their cat, Poncho, settled heavy and warm in his lap. A chilled glass of southern iced tea and a plate of crackers and sliced cheese. The television volume on low. Book open and set on the arm of the couch. It’s good, the quiet. Yet, it breaks the moment the front door opens. He didn’t hear Steve stick his key in the lock. But he definitely hears his annoyed groans and huffs. The slam of the door, most likely shut with his hip. A muffled, “Damnit”, when he drops his keyring on the floor.

City of Stars (Are You Shining Just For Me?) - T, complete @steviewashere

tags: coming out, love confessions, hurt/comfort

Steve and Eddie’s hang outs tend to land them on their asses at one another’s houses. But tonight, the sky is clear and the moon is out and everything seems to be painted by the soft glow of stars. Because Steve’s parents are home. And Wayne’s got the day off, so he’s asleep early in the living room at the Munson’s. Neither of that will stop them, though. Steve picks Eddie up thirty minutes before the sun has to set, a little Melvald’s bag in the backseat filled with food and a soft throw blanket.

Perfect Timing - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, future fic

It’s funny, Steve thinks, that he knows the way in which Eddie’s emotions express when he comes through the front door of their shared space. They began renting an apartment in Chicago just a year or so after getting together. Tail end of 1986 meant sharing a bed and house by August of 1987. And it’s theirs. Filled with miscellaneous clutter—a bookshelf brimmed with books, coffee table layered with Sports Illustrated and Heavy Metal magazines, dice and keys and Topps baseball cards, and picture frames they dust and drawings from Eddie’s sketchbooks and ‘failed’ art projects of Steve’s that Eddie thought were masterpieces. Point is, they’ve made it their home. And they started their lives with a breath of fresh air. And now it’s 1995, depending on one another’s reactions, this all may just crumble at their feet.

feel the bigger thing - T, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: established relationship, married steddie, domestic fluff, rockstar eddie

“We don’t need a second house,” Steve points out, smooshed against Eddie’s sternum. “We can get the pool,” Eddie added with the audible equivalent of his brow-wiggle and okay, fine, that’s a good point, because Steve may not have really used the one at his parents’ after, well, everything, but he…does kinda miss having one. Now that the memories are distant enough in both time and miles that he doesn’t see standing water deeper than four feet and start fucking hyperventilating anymore. So…yeah. Compelling argument regarding a pool.

fever - E, 3.8k, complete @maxinemaxmayfield

tags: transmasc eddie, first time, virgin eddie, strap-ons, top eddie, bottom steve

“Shit,” Eddie groans, teeth pressing into his bottom lip. His hips buck up, and his imagination runs away with that, thinking about Steve, balancing over Eddie’s hips, riding him as hard and fast as he can manage, delicious thighs shaking while Eddie thrusts up into him. God, he wants it more than anything. There’s just one problem. Eddie currently lacks the, uh… Equipment.

so glad i found you - T, 1.4k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: established relationship, steddie dads, modern au

Eddie blinked at Steve, lips parted as he tried to remember how to breathe. He’d been with Steve for just over a year, and while he didn’t technically live with them, he spent more time at their apartment than his own. He was on Sarah’s emergency pick-up list, took her with him to run errands when Steve had to work late, bought her things when the budget allowed just because he wanted to, and would read to her most nights that he stayed over. In many ways, he was her dad.

An Extra Hand - E, 5.2k, complete proprioception

tags: blow jobs, dick piercings, smoke buddies, steve being a slut for eddie's dick

"You have a dick piercing?" Steve finally sputters. "Oh," Eddie says. "Yeah." Steve thinks he recovers pretty quickly from that. (That's the only thing he has going for him in Hawkins: he gets back up.)

take the call - T, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: established relationship, married steddie, rockstar eddie, future fic

“Eddie?” He rolls his eyes kinda automatically, kinda thoughtlessly at the cut of the audio track to let the mic system override from outside the booth. “Okay, so, like, don’t freak out.” “This lady called, and she said she found Lainie’s card inside the case of a phone she picked up,” and okay, okay, that’s…that’s random but maybe it’s about their assistance manger, who just got her contract confirmed and got fancy new business cards for it and has been handing them out to everybody she sees, even gave Eddie extras to pass on to Steve, maybe he can share them at the school as if anyone at even a hoity-toity private 6-through-12 school would have a reason for a card from a record label but she’s excited, and Eddie’s excited for her, and Steve loves the people Eddie works with, and not just because they’re attached to Eddie and he loves the things that come with Eddie as a given—but that’s also true, and always has been, but— “She found the phone at a car crash?” So: the more-to-it. The thing his body already knew. Eddie��Eddie doesn’t even need to know what comes next to know he cannot fucking breathe.

Angel - E, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, insecurities, handjobs

His eyes track different spots in the room. The lines on the wall. Bowling pin. Car picture. Dresser with the drawers haphazardly still open. Eddie saunters over and gently closes them, even stops by Steve’s hamper and picks up the other thrown down clothes. And then he notices it out of the corner of his eye, Steve’s full length mirror. It breaks his heart. The sheet covering what would be his reflection. And on the top right corner? A little sticky note, reading: You’ll hate what you see. Everybody does. Don’t remove.

Dream Come True - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: married steddie, future fic, steddie dads

He may have got the quiet life. And Eddie may have lived out his simple dream. He’d been a rockstar for a little bit in the late nineties and early two-thousands, retiring before they got married. But…Steve hasn’t lived his dream. Eddie hates that he thinks it’s being held back from him. Eddie’s determined to heal that hurt inside him.

Have You Done Your Homework? - E, 7/7, complete SameShipDifferentFont

tags: first time bottoming, daddy kink, bottom steve, virgin steve, sex toys

“I…I want to.” Steve admitted. “You want to?” “I-Yeah, I do, I just…I don’t know how.” he flushed furiously, snatching his hand away to rest at Eddie’s open inner thigh. Eddie caught his ducking head before he could hide against his shoulder, smiling softly as Steve met his eyes in embarrassment, but Eddie looked mischievous. “Just treat it like a pussy, baby, can’t go far wrong.” Or...Famous ladies man, Steve Harrington, is reduced to a blushing virgin when it comes to sex with Eddie. He struggles with the anxiety of trying something new, but Eddie is patient, and gives him...assignments. Steve explores his own body, learns what he likes, ways he can please Eddie, until he can attempt his main goal...giving his virginity to Eddie Munson. If he has the nerve to go through with it.

Honey and Tea. - E, 5.7k, complete daggerandrosie

tags: omegaverse, accidental voyeurism, masturbation, omega steve, alpha eddie

It was all just a innocent silly joke, nothing much, Steve just wanted a good easy laugh. It was late, dark and silent at the trailer park, no one in sight and Eddie's nightstand light was on. Steve would just pop he's head up the window and, hopefully, scare the shit out of his friend. But he's the one that ended up being spooked. Maybe you shouldn't be peeping through people's privacy after dark.

fallen king - T, complete @sp0o0kylights

tags: post s2, pre steddie, eddie munson's tabletop sermons, valentines day

With a startling amount of clarity, Steve realized he was done. With his so called friends, with the girls who’d tried corning him all morning, with Hargrove and just--everything. He was over it. If Billy wanted the crown so bad he could fucking have it. (If Tommy wanted to pretend he was tougher than he was by mimicking the dick, then he could have that too.) “This is stupid.” Steve announced, dropping the masks he so carefully wore. The ones he kept having to fix, because the Upside Down and its related demons (human and non) kept taking chunks out of it.

soothed - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: injury, hurt/comfort, pre steddie, protective steve

Steve moves to drag Eddie inside, but drops his hands when Eddie flinches away, nearly stumbling down to the concrete. He lets go of his elbows, which are now decorated with fine small crescents, and shields himself. There’s a couple smaller, red bruises decorating his wrists. As if somebody grabbed him. Steve fumes at the sight. “Eddie,” Steve breathes, “why don’t you come inside?” He steps away from the door, letting it sit open and waiting. On shuffled, hesitant feet, Eddie comes in. His eyes dart around the room before they land back on Steve. Immediately, some of the tension and fear in his big brown eyes falls away. Instead, a layer of relief and gratitude seems to fill him. Enough that his eyes brim with tears. “Oh, Eds,” Steve can only coo.

pretty pets once were wild - E, 5k, complete kravioli

tags: werewolf steve, vampire eddie, monsterfucking, sub top steve, dom bottom eddie, puppy play, breeding kink

The annual Munson ball has been a celebration of all monsterkind living in Hawkins for nearly 600 years. When Steve is dragged along to this year’s celebration during the full moon, he gets a lot more than he signed up for. or werewolf!steve and vampire!eddie’s mating

i'm keeping you in sight - T, 2.2k, complete teiresias

tags: fluff, pining, taller eddie, getting together

When there’s no immediate reply, he pauses for a moment, seemingly taking in the situation. “D’you want help with that, Stevie?” -- Eddie has the gall to get taller.

The Boy Who Swallowed a Star - M, 9.9k, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: howl's moving castle au, getting together, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, platonic stobin, robin as calcifer (bc that deserves its own tag)

The Wizard Munson is supposed to inspire fear and awe. A trickster, a devil, a power unmatched. Blah blah blah; Steve only sees the gangly boy who almost fell off the roof of the Harrington’s tailoring shop, trying and failing to be stealthy and mysterious when Steve was not yet ten—so where whispers follow down alleyways about the dreaded terrors of the Wizard? Steve really just sees the goofball. His Eddie. “Come with me, Stevie,” Eddie doesn’t even pause for pleading, dives right in and begs him as if Steve needs convincing; "if nothing else, come with me so I know you’re safe, so I can do what needs doing without splitting half of me always just worrying. Save me from scrying out endlessly, to make sure you’re okay.” Steve’s heart thumps painful, pathetic: pure and unvarnished in a way he thinks is only possible when Eddie’s nearby. Only possible for Eddie, at all. Which means the answer’s wholly obvious—the war’s getting worse, this is his Eddie—only one response was ever really on the table: “Alright.”

crawl home to you - E, 5.2k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: temporary character death, kas eddie, vampire eddie, soulmates, getting together, blood drinking

Steve should never have kissed him. He knew that now. While Eddie was dying, bleeding out on the ground of their version of Hell, the only thing Steve felt he could do to help him was kiss him. It was quick, just a peck on the lips, lingering only for a moment. Their eyes never even closed. Steve wanted to take in every remaining moment that Eddie had. There was nothing else he could do, just hold him, try to whisper comfort that may not have even been heard.

it's not ever what it looks like - M, 3.2k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: modern au, rockstar eddie, established relationship, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, implied/suspected cheating (nobody is actually cheating on anybody don't worry)

There was a picture of Eddie standing with his arm around some guy who was taller than him, both of them laughing, looking at each other like…well. Steve knew that look because it’d only ever been pointed at him, but now he was seeing it pointed at just some guy. The headline read EDDIE MUNSON GIVING UP HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART FOR SUPERMODEL SUPERSTAR?

Feels Good (Oh To Be Alone With You) - E, 1.3k, complete @theheadlessphilosopher | th3d3adboy

tags: transmasc eddie, cock warming, light dom/sub, cunnilingus, handjobs

Steve had never felt the way he did when he and Eddie were together. He'd always considered himself a pretty experienced guy, sexually speaking, but with Eddie things were different.

if devotion is a river, then i'm floating away - E, 6.4k, complete @starryeyedjanai

tags: post-s4, getting together, drummer steve, corroded coffin, semi-public sex

“So when you said someone was paying you to get lessons for the past six months, you weren't talking about some middle schooler interested in doing marching band?” Eddie asks, slamming the fridge door harder than necessary. Sorry, Gareth’s mom. “Nope,” Gareth says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “You’re pure evil,” he says. “Why is Gareth evil and why is Steve Harrington in the garage?” Jeff asks, coming into the kitchen. or, Eddie has feelings about Steve filling in as their drummer

i'm a man (without conviction) - T, 2.1k, complete lateralparallel

tags: hopper pov, established steddie, protective hopper, character study, eddie antagonizes hopper on purpose

Steve Harrington is not his kid. Hopper already has three, and he’s not looking to add any more. He’s sure of this fact about ninety nine percent of the time, the remaining one percent being when he’s faced by Harrington’s big, clear eyes and his perpetually quivering laugh. Hopper is not a great dad. He knows this, and he knows he should remember this, but Steve Harrington has a way of making him think highly of himself in the paternal department.

Drunk Dialing - E, series, WIP FinalMoondragon

tags: drunk bootycall, phone sex, light dom/sub, bratty steve, semi-public masturbation

Steve was drunk. Very drunk. He knew it. Robin definitely knew it. That’s why she was sitting on his back, pinning him to the floor, trying to pry his hands out from under his body. Her pajama pants were bunched up around her knees, her sock clad foot near his face. “Steve! Give-It-To-Me!” she said through gritted teeth. Or: Steve Harrington has a brilliant idea and Robin fails at stopping him.

cassette tapes and ticket stubs. - M, 5.2k, complete @thefreakandthehair | througheden

tags: modern au, mutual pining, fluff, coffee shops, record stores, baseball fan steve, getting together, accidental dates

“Well, you said you’re 90% sure you’re getting stood up. And I’m 100% sure that I’ve already been stood up. I know baseball isn’t really your thing but,” Steve wiggles the tickets between his fingers. “Road-rip?” “One condition,” Eddie says, pursing his lips. “I’m giving you a free ticket and day in Chicago but sure, let’s negotiate,” Steve teases. Grabbing his empty cup, Steve follows his lead as he tosses it in the trash. Eddie spins back around, heart clattering in his chest as he comes almost literally face to face with Steve who’s close enough that Eddie can smell the cologne he’d dabbed on for his date. Warm, spicy, Steve’s signature scent. Eddie hates that he knows that. When he finds his tongue again, he shakes his head and smiles, signing his own fucking death warrant for the day. “If we’re doing your date, we’ve gotta do mine, too.” Or, Eddie and Steve are set up on blind dates by Robin and Chrissy. They both get stood up. Or, do they?

wednesdays - G, complete @steddiealltheway

tags: rockstar eddie, pining, fluff, getting together

Steve stops in his tracks, all thoughts gone from his head as he does a double take at the magazine rack near the checkout. And yeah, he knows that Corroded Coffin is popular. Hell, he’s seen Eddie’s face on the same rack at least five times before. But never like this. The picture on the front page is taken at a lower angle, with Eddie clad in leather pants and a tight mesh black shirt that might be a crop top, but Steve can’t tell with the way Eddie’s guitar is covering his midriff, hands flying over the frets, showing off silver rings glimmering under the stage lights including the one that Steve helped Dustin pick out for him as a celebratory gift. But as Steve’s eyes trace over Eddie’s bare arms and the stark black tattoos, he’s led to wild curls perfectly framing Eddie’s face which stares down at the cords, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape and eyebrows knitted together in concentration in a way that makes Steve feel weak in the knees. And Steve’s suddenly hit with the question: Why didn’t anyone tell him that Eddie was hot???

to die by your side (is such a heavenly way to die) - T, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: limbo/near death experiences, light angst, they're in el's mind palace, getting together, fluff, happy ending

“Oh fuck, not you, too.” Steve looks up—when did he sit down, he doesn’t remember sitting down, he doesn’t remember how even got here, and hey, actually, where is here— “What?” Steve looks toward the voice; familiar. See the wreath of curls around a pale face. “This is death, right?” Eddie’s crossing over to him, crouching just beside; “I’m dead, like, I am very sure I’m dead, but you’re here, so—“ “I don’t,” Steve breathes in sharp—tries to get his bearings, tries to see but it’s just black in every direction, his lungs feel like they’re halved in size all of sudden, everything feels tight and painful and hard like inhaling isn’t something guaranteed, and his heartbeat feels like it’s dragging the carcass of something with it when it pumps, laborious and— He’s is breathing, though, even if it’s kinda half-assed; he’s got a heartbeat, even if it feels like it’s about to fucking give out. That doesn’t…that doesn’t sound like death.

if devotion is a river, then i'm floating away - E, 6.4k, complete @starryeyedjanai

tags: drummer steve, post-s4, corroded coffin, getting together, handjobs, blowjobs

Tearing the Buttons Right off Your Dress - E, 5k, complete @solarmorrigan

tags: babygirl steve, roleplay, steve in panties and lingerie, established relationship

After spending the day celebrating with friends, Steve has one final birthday gift for Eddie Eddie's pretty sure this just became his favorite birthday ever

#cj talks #steddie #fic rec #steddie fic rec #steddie fic

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thus-spoke-lo · 2 years ago

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For your requests :3c

Do you remember that show Silent Library? Something like that but sexy.

"Sexy Silent Library"--the newest late-night program in the North Blue, airing over projector snails near you! (I'm sorry...lmao)

CW: NSFW/18+; afab!reader [no pronouns used]; vaginal fingering; kinda soft-dom Sanji if you squint WC: 698

“Darling,” Sanji admonishes you sweetly while he lazily drags a fingertip up and down your arm, “you missed a step in the preparations portion, make sure you get everything.”

“Sorry.” You swallow hard and a shiver runs down your spine. “I think maybe I’m just going a little too fast.”

The library in this village is vast, the shelves of cookbooks stuffed to capacity, and you promised to tag along with Sanji and help him transcribe as many of the recipes as possible. Not that he needed to, of course, he boasted a bit while you strolled through town, cigarette dangling precariously from his lips as he spoke, but having a vast repertoire was always a great benefit to any chef, no matter how experienced—and perhaps, if you were particularly interested, he could show you some new techniques when you arrived back at the Sunny.

You suddenly have a very clear picture of the kinds of techniques Sanji intends to teach you the longer your sit together at the table in the back of the study room, his methods apparent in the way he moves his chair next to yours, how he bites at his lower lip and gazes at you hungrily through the mess of blonde hair hanging in his face. The fingertip tracing patterns over your forearm becomes a hand caressing your upper back, then a palm placed on the back of your neck, squeezing it gently.

“Sanji, knock it off, you’re gonna distract me,” you grumble half-heartedly for show.

“Oh, am I?” His hand moves down your back, across the plush of your hip, then slides under the table and settles gently on your thigh, his fingertips lightly pressing into the exposed skin just above your knee.

“Sanji!” you gasp, quickly clamping your hand over your mouth.

“Hush now, my darling, you’re going to attract attention,” he whispers as his soft hand creeps up your leg, pushing up under the hem of your skirt as he glances around the room at the few other patrons spread out at other tables. “Let’s see how well you do with some real distraction.”

Sanji’s hand reaches the apex of your thighs, and he inhales sharply when he discovers the damp heat awaiting him, a patch of wetness growing in the gusset of your underwear.

“My, my, mon bijou,” he quietly marvels, “already wet from just a little teasing? You really are a dream, you know.”

He presses against the dampened fabric, and makes slow, unhurried motions over your clit, smirking at every little sigh that he earns from you, clucking his tongue when those sighs start to become moans. Two fingers push your panties aside and he slides them inside you, subtly pumping them in and out while he watches you; he rests his chin in his hand and nods every now and again, pointing at the pages in the book, silently reminding you that your task was transcription, not pleasure. Your hips gently rock against his hand, matching his deliberate rhythm, and you clench the pencil in your hand so tightly it threatens to snap as you feel a warm, familiar heat start to spread through your lower body, a delicious tension building in your core. All of a sudden, he stills his motions, and slowly, torturously, pulls his fingers out of you, a smug grin settling on his lips.

“Sanji,” you whine in a whisper as he tugs down the hem of your skirt. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because, my sweet,” he smirks as he licks your sticky wetness from the tips of his fingers, “you’ve missed at least three-quarters of that recipe, and what you did write, I can’t even read.”

You glance down and can’t help but laugh a little at the nearly-empty page, your handwriting an unintelligible scrawl.

Sanji leans in and the tip of his tongue caresses the shell of your ear while one lean arm snakes around your waist. His breath is warm against your skin, his tone suddenly ravenous as he whispers, “Get it right this time, angel, and we’ll find somewhere a little more private so I can hear every beautiful sound that falls from your lips, c’est bon?”

#lo's requests #sanji x reader #blackleg sanji x reader #sanji smut #one piece smut #lo writes

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leclerc-s · 1 year ago

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track 001. london boy

─── ❝ so i guess all the rumors are true❞ ───

masterlist // next

bailey knew it was never a good idea to enter a pr relationship, but she was all out of ideas. if a fake ‘relationship’ could get her out of her slump she would take it. as a songwriter there was nothing worse than being stuck in a writing slump. she had done extensive research on her fake boyfriend and all she had come up with was that he was a scorpio and sassy, there was also something about him being an avid twitch streamer. so, clearly, her methods of research needed some work, but not by much, in her opinion.

it's also was a perk because it meant jeremiah would finally stop bothering her. she had made a few mistakes in the past and one of them was agreeing to go out on a date with him when they were 15. they had dated for 3 years until bailey had called it quits on them. her excuse had been that she was too busy with her growing career but she just wasn't in love with him anymore. the two had been best friends before they began dating and now their friendship was ruined, which is why bailey regretted ever dating him.

she had been single since then which naturally meant jeremiah thought she was still in love with him. she wasn't but he didn't understand that, so like every other guy who didn't understand what the word 'no' meant, he kept asking her out. this in turn meant she had to lie and tell him that she was talking to someone so he would stop annoying her. it was then that the opportunity to be an f1 driver's pr girlfriend fell into her lap. she hadn't even known who the driver was until she was signing the nda's with his managment.

bailey had been annoyed with him not showing up to the initial meeting but one quick google search for the f1 schedule had told her he was currently in austria racing. the two wouldn't be officially meeting until Silverstone, his home grand prix, or at least that had been the plan until his manager was texting her to let her know he would be showing up at her small concert in london. now she was effectively freaking out over how the two would make any of this believable if they didn’t even know each other.

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baileywinters london, i am in you

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user82 ariana (lando) what are you doing here?

↳ user90 who is this lando you speak of?

↳ user82 lando norris is a formula one driver, british, attractive

↳ user15 she is for the girls, gays, and theys only. mr.norris can leave.

jerimiahhuchanan sorry i couldn’t make it to your london show

↳ baileywinters its okay! there will be more!

zoyatorres have fun in london

↳ baileywinters will do! 🫡

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met this weirdo at my show, apparently he's famous or something? he was signing shirts

landonorris seriously? that’s the best you can come up with? baileywinters alright asshole see if you can do better

zoyatorres hello? you go to london and you meet a guy? i expect details winters! baileywinters you got it zoya!

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saw a pretty cool girl perform tonight. 10/10 would recommend. great show baileywinters!

baileywinters you think i’m cool? landonorris alright don’t let it get to your head baileywinters mine was still better landonorris as if

isabellaperez LANDO NORRIS HOW DARE YOU NOT INVITE ME?! landonorris next time, i'm sorry!

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baileywinters so the cars go vroom vroom in weird circles? thanks for the invite mclaren! i hang out with the weird guy from my show and suddenly i’m at an f1 race, life is weird.

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mclaren it was a pleasure having you here! please come to more races, lando’s more tolerable

↳ landonorris my own team against me? this is betrayal.

↳ danielricciardo you’re more quite when she’s around.

isabellaperez why did no one tell me you were here? mclaren i have a bone to pick with you and your drivers!

↳ mclaren redbullracing your admin is out of control

↳ redbullracing 🤷🏻‍♀️ what can they do about it?💋 isabella

jeremiahbuchanan since when are you into f1?

↳ baileywinters always have been but i’m more of a sebastian vettel fan than i am of the sport

↳ user13 she gets it

↳ mclaren she’s a aston martin fan? is this the betrayal lando was speaking of?

↳ baileywinters i will be a fan of whatever team sebastian vettel is on

↳ user63 these two just met and she’s already been invited to a grand prix? seems like a pr relationship

↳ user72 they seemed to hit it off. i don’t see what the big deal is? let them be friends. not every man and woman who spend time together are dating

↳ user91 not to mention it takes weeks to plan stuff like this out. they had probably already planned this when she met lando. she probably planned her london show around her appearance with mclaren

who’s jeremiah?

why are you asking?

he just dm’d me asking if we were dating. do i lie to to him or do i tell him the truth?

LIE! I NEED YOU TO LIE TO HIM!

also do think it's wise to tell someone you don't know that it's all fake?

okay, that’s a good point but why do i need to lie to him? you know him, don’t you trust him?

do you trust everyone you meet norris?

no, but if i scroll back far enough on your instagram he’s everywhere

we dated, he's an ex

why are you stalking my instagram?

i don't know if you're aware but i know nothing about you. i'm gathering intel on you

also you’re friends with your exes?

okay, that worries me a little but yes. why do you make it sound like i'm a fucking mission or some shit?

is it a problem that i'm friends with jeremiah? and it's one ex. i've only dated one guy.

how did one guy get you to write so many songs about him?

first you stalk my instagram now you're listening to my songs?

i went to you concert...i had to make it look like i was fan. what's the point of this if it doesn't look believable at least?

does this mean i have to go back and watch your old season? or can i just watch dts? please tell me i can just watch dts, it's so much faster

if you want a dramatization of f1, sure watch dts

wait, i just realized, you were stalking my instagram and your reason was pretty shit. lando norris, do you have a crush on me?

i'm not even going to entertain your thoughts.

that's not a no

alex albon WHO’S THE GIRL NORRIS?!

george russell what girl? lando brought a girl? huh?

isabella perez i can’t believe you didn’t tell me you knew bailey winters. friendship over.

carlos sainz qué? why did i not know lando had a girlfriend?

lando norris WOAH! who said anything about girlfriend? she a girl who’s a friend. there's a space between girl and friend. girl friend.

daniel ricciardo he has a crush on her!

lando norris i do not!

daniel ricciardo you were a blushing mess the entire time she was near you. and you were quite. penelope trevino lando's never quite. who is this girl?

natalia ruiz she was pretty, from what i saw.

isabella perez she’s gorgeous! besides the women here present she’s my wcw

charles leclerc we seriously need to find isabella a boyfriend

isabella perez get me your brother’s number charles leclerc what? you have his number? are you asking for lorenzo’s? isabella perez it’s a joke, but do you think he’d been willing to get me the number of some of those cute prema boys? isabella perez also arthur’s literally my best friend, i can get him a girlfriend though? i have friends. max verstappen sorry? i thought you said you had more friends besides us. isabella perez i do pierre gasly your sister doesn’t count isabella perez fuck you baguette and i do have more friends, you french fuck rowan todd i know you don’t want to get arthur a girlfriend when that boy is still hung up on your sister isabella perez if we don’t talk about it, it’s like they never dated. meaning i don’t have to be awkward around my best friend and sister.

daphne jones added one person

daphne jones no one question it.

(626)-584-6812 what the fuck is this?

lando norris oh god

isabella perez oh thank god i thought you added arthur or my sister and i was panicking because we were talking shit.

lando norris DAPHNE!

(626)-584-6812 daphne jones? oh my god! excuse me while i go scream in a pillow

lance stroll she’s so real for that mae jones daniel’s live reaction to meeting daph for the first time

daphne jones changed (626)-584-6812 to bailey winters

bailey winters i should’ve become friends with an f1 driver sooner if it meant knowing daphne jones

penelope trevino what are your intentions with my son? carlos sainz *our son bailey winters excuse me? lando norris PENELOPE REBECCA TREVINO! CARLOS SAINZ VÁZQUEZ DE CASTRO! isabella perez full government names, he’s pissed.

lewis hamilton i worry for you people, i seriously do.

lewis hamilton i apologize in advance bailey, they’re nuts.

bailey winters sir lewis hamilton knows my name. oh my god. i've peaked. this is what my life has been building up too

esteban ocon oh this comedy gold right here

lance stroll you cried after you met daphne the first time esteban. shut up. mick schumacher in his defense it's daphne freaking jones. freya vettel that's a valid excuse

sebastian vettel i have you children muted for a reason. this is insane. you’re all insane.

pierre gasly lando is currently chasing carlos with a golf club.

bailey winters where did he get the golf club from?

rowan todd i’ve learned it’s best not to question things around here. bailey winters noted.

penelope trevino he’s still my son, i regret nothing.

bailey winters i’m so confused

esteban ocon to clear it up for bailey, carlos and penny are lando’s parents after he drunkenly referred to them as mom and dad. mae jones penny and carlos claim to hate each other but we’re all waiting for that enemies to lovers trope to hit isabella perez just like we’re all waiting for mae and max to get their heads out of their asses and get back together. alex albon or for natalia and charles to stop pretending like we don’t all know they’ve been sleeping together and just announce they’ve been basically dating since 2019 natalia ruiz excuse me? carlos sainz the walls are thin. i’ve heard things. i bet sebastian did too. sebastian vettel i heard too much.

daniel ricciardo the only healthy relationships here are daphne and i + pierre and yuki

pierre gasly yuki and i are not dating yuki tsunoda that’s not what you said yesterday. i guess i’m not the love of your life. pierre gasly yuki, no, you are. i promise. fernando alonso you two desperately need to get girlfriends george russell fernando's never present but when he is he roasts the absolute shit out of someone.

bailey winters i seriously love you people. this is the best thing to happen to me in a month.

lando norris wow, and yesterday she said meeting me was the best thing to happen to her alex albon clearly she lied to make you feel better sebastian vettel you won’t think that for long bailey, i promise bailey winters i died, dead, deceased. digging my grave. here lies bailey winters, she died after meeting her favorite driver (sebastian vettel) and celebrity crush (daphne jones) daniel ricciardo she’s just like me. daughter? bailey winters father? wait, who's my mother? max verstappen daphne charles leclerc it may take a while for you to connect the dots

3:13 am

bailey winters DANIEL AND DAPHNE ARE DATING? I JUST FIGURED THAT SHIT OUT. WHAT THE FUCK? THAT FLEW COMPLETELY OVER MY HEAD! CHARLES AND MAX PRACTICALLY GAVE IT TO ME!!

¡leclerc-s speaks! love giving my ocs shitty exes. happy sprint day! manifesting a mclaren or ferrari sprint win today!

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #lando norris #lando norris x female oc #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

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bimbombimbo · 6 months ago

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thistook like way too long it was supposed to be a doodle

anyways uhhh kid sniper and his trapinch!!! + grown up.. and flygon.. i have been rotating tf2 pokemon in my brain !!

You guys wanna listen to me ramble about tf2 Pokemon so baaad.. go on.. click on the read more thing...

OKAY SO i need to get this out of my system

It's probably obvious that Mick had been a difficult kid (of course, given that he was an outcast probably: the slim, small, weird kid with no body hair) and very much without friends. He'd have been the object of, mockery and nasty jokes and things like that; school sucks buddy!

Applying that into a Pokemon world: Mick would have definitely wanted a huge, strong pokemon. Probably to be able to properly defend himself, one like Kangaskhan, or a Zangoose or a Seviper (or even better, a Charizard just like he'd seen on TV!). Of course, having a strong pokemon would require years of training (and bonding too!), something that required a level of patience little Mick hadn't built yet. So, knowing his way into the woods due to always hanging around there by himself (comfort? escape? who knows), he goes deeper and deeper. Yeah, he tries to catch creatures he deems "strong", and horribly fails, again and again.

During one of these awful attempts, he returns home, frustrated and tired. However, the constant trips to this unknown part of the outback (and, of course, making a lot of noise) had attracted a teeny tiny creature: a Trapinch! The weak link of his group, low level, weak thing (but fierce and with a high defense), its presence isn't recognized until Ms. Mundy finds a lot of her crops missing and others bitten.

Of course, Mick finds the plague and brings it back to the outdoors, away from home. But it refused!Going back to the little boy's house each time it is taken away. Catching it on a small trap, Mick is willing to exterminate it, but something talks to him. Maybe he saw himself in the eyes of that tiny critter (who was struggling in a cage that wasn't made for it), or maybe he learned some empathy from his mother, or maybe he just wanted to contradict his dad. So, he keeps it in the end.

Clearly, the kid doesn't expect much from this, little creature that fits in his backpack (bad idea: he shouldn't have brought it with him to school, now he's also the weird pokemon kid). But still, he feeds it, he brings it with him everywhere (can't trust his dad enough), and slowly gets used to its presence.

The Trapinch soon tags along Mick into his hunting trips. The kid trains his precision with the bow and, in a couple of years later, his dad's rifle. Understands his companion's hunting method too, and slowly begins to train and teach new moves to it. A bond is forming! Through the years, Mick starts seeing the Trapinch as a pet (not that his family didn't had pets, but this one? it was his. the connection was visible between them)

The bullying problem doesn't stop though. Mick learns to avoid it, and avoid telling his parents about it (given that he already defends himself, and he doesn't want to make a fuss out of it). He drops school around his last years, dedicating himself to only hunting for some time, taking about a sixteen/seventeen year-old guy probably.

And wahoo! Word gets around about the quiet guy that headshots all the bunnies and deers and just like that he gets his first actually sniper job. (Not really going into that, let's focus on the pokemon aspect instead)

Trapinch probably evolves around this time. Not an extremely incredible event (some evolutions are televised) but Sniper might have not expected a Big Dragon-Fly. Vibrava is such a cool pokemon tho, it gets a while for Sniper to get used to the new name.

- Fun idea a friend of mine commented: "Vibrava can get him his jars to pee. It can also work as a bomb helicopter or smth: it grabs the jarate, flies above the enemy and drops it in their head"

However I do think they wouldn't have gone in much sniping jobs together, given a feral Vibrava's nature of, uh, the ultrasonic waves thing. It probably goes away a lot, into the outback all by itself. That's fine, but Sniper can't stop thinking his pokemon is going to leave and not come back some day.

Around this time, Sniper gets his contract at RED, travelling to Americs (probably around, 23 years old?) Forgive me for I don't know much about dates and ages! I headcannon Sniper to be in his mid 30's during the comic (Even though I'm pretty sure he's canonically 26, I'm sorry, I can't imagine him being younger than 30)

Sniper brings Vibrava with him into his (recently obtained) van, close to RED headquarters. For obvious reasons, it is not taken into the matches, but it's left out of its pokeball to explore around. At first, it doesn't return to sleep one night. Then it happens more often.

And it finally happens. Vibrava doesn't come back for a day, two days, a week. Of course, Sniper feels devastated, thinking it's gone for good (but leaving his window open everyday, just in case...)

He wakes up one day (or is it night? probably too early to notice), having heard a strong wind move his van. Groggy, goes outside to check if a storm of some kind is approaching, and he'd greeted by an enormous, dragon-bug thing that grabs him by the arms and lifts him up in the sky.

Flygon is way stronger than Vibrava. Bigger, of course, and more active. But still playfully bites at his hands, and still lays on its back demanding belly rubs like a dog (just like it used to do when it was a Trapinch). They go on camping trips together a lot. Sniper could technically go on its back, but he doesn't want to leave the van alone.

Sniper probably looks back to when he was a kid and is glad to not have uh, eliminated the pokemon when he had a chance.

FUCK THAT'S A LOT? i ain't reading allat 😂 if you're here thanks for reading i love you

#tf2 #tf2 sniper #pokemon #trapinch #flygon #my art

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lgbtsana · 1 month ago

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ELECTRIC TOUCH

– WINTER ONESHOT

PERM TAG LIST: @run2seob

GENRE: y/n breakup, fated meeting, fated lovers, soulmates, strangers to lovers, nextdoor neighbors.

your boyfriend broke up with you two months ago. he had found another woman, and took the apartment you had been paying for. though, you were able to get the apartment back after showing the bills to the landlord, you still felt hurt.

just when all felt lost, you got a new nextdoor neighbor.

slowly waking up and looking at the time, you realize you're, yet again, late for work. you quickly got out of bed and got ready.

while the day seemed nice, birds chirping, clear blue sky, perfect weather. you were hurting, making the day seem terrible.

ever since the breakup, you haven't felt like yourself. everything seemed horrible and you didn't like that. you tried many methods to cheer you up, such as, hanging out with friends, going to karaoke. nothing seemed to work.

you tried going on a blind date, but he just wasn't your type, but you also didn't want to have the guy as a rebound.

suddenly, you heard driving outside your window. there was a moving truck, making you remember that you have a new neighbor as of today.

“i should probably go greet them..” you mumbled, thinking of a last minute gift to bring to them. “ah! the cookies!” the night before you made cookies, chocolate chunk.

grabbed a tupperware container, you placed four cookies inside.

you opened your apartment door and stuck your head out, checking to see if anyone had come up yet. noticing no one, you walked out and then noticed a blonde female in the corner of your eye.

“you must be my neighbor,” the female shyly spoke, “i've been excited to move in, so hello.” she waved with a gentle smile. your eyes locked on hers, the tense air lifting.

you felt your heart leap as soon as you saw her, she was breathtaking. you couldn't help but blush slightly within her presence.

“yes, hi. i am your neighbor.” you whispered, feeling nervous around her. she was just so beautiful, you felt like a peasant in her presence.

“huh? sorry, i didn't hear you..”

“ah! i'm your neighbor, nice to meet you...?” you were able to speak a full sentence, yet your voice shook nervously. “i’m y/n, seo y/n, you are?”

“ah! kim minjeong! nice to meet you.” minjeong held out her hand, waiting for you to shake it.

gladly taking her small, gloved, hand, you shook her hand, nodding as if acknowledging her name. you found it odd she had her hands gloves, but you brushed it off.

“so we’ll be next door neighbors from now on huh?” she smiled, “at least my new neighbor is nice!” she laughed slightly, before she turned on her heel. “i need to unpack, talk later?” she stuck a note in your jean pocket before leaving.

pulling the note out of your pocket, without touching you, her door shut. you opened it to see her phone number on it, you couldn't help but giggle.

you put her number in your phone, sending a text, just letting her know your number.

a few hours later, you received a text back and you both chatted over the phone. a conversation that was fun, something that you hadn't had in a while. for the first time in a while, you were smiling. her little jokes or puns made you laugh, after your breakup, it was hard to laugh because of the pain of it.

yet, minjeong was somehow able to make you laugh. it was nice.

the next day, you were taking out your trash and noticed minjeong. her hands still gloved, yet you just didn't mind it. maybe it was something with her health, you didn't mind either way.

“oh hey!” you exclaimed excitedly, your voice louder than it had been in a while. visibly surprised, she turned to you with a smile.

“taking out your trash?” she came over to you, placing her gloved hand on your shoulder. answering her question with a nod, she giggled at you, “your little reactions are so cute!”

you felt your heart flutter, your face flushing at the sudden compliment.

as if on queue, her phone pinged. “i gotta go, my boss is calling me. talk later?” she asked, waiting for your response, “of course.”

minjeong smiled at your answer and left. skipping away happily, which you couldn't help but laugh to yourself.

the compliments didn't stop after that, left and right, a compliment came your way from minjeong. and, everytime, you went speechless with a red face.

she couldn't help but find anything you did adorable. the feelings between the both of you continued to grow.

one day, she invited you over to her place. of course, you accepted, your crush on her still growing.

“you called?” you teased, giggling. “indeed i did, princess!” her nickname for you slipping off her tongue easily.

“i thought i told you to stop calling me that, minjeong~” you whined, not hating the nickname.

“you did, but it suits you!” minjeong pouted, “the nickname stays, princess.” she stuck her tongue out.

feeling defeated you sighed, knowing you wouldn't win, “fine, fine.”

for the first time, you noticed her gloves off. she noticed your surprised look, and asked, “what?”

you took her hand in yours and looked at it, “no gloves...”

until, you felt an electric shock? visibly looking in pain, she pulled her hand away. her gloves getting put back on her hands.

“are you okay? i'm so sorry!” she apologized, concerned yet her voice trembled.

“i'm fine, are you okay?” you asked her, noticing her trembling.

you rested a hand on her shoulder, before petting her back, telling her to calm down and that you're okay.

her gloved hand touched your cheek and she kissed you gently.

taken aback, you didn't react at first. “i- i'm so sorry..” she whispered when she pulled away, seeing the shock on your face.

before she could run away, you placed your lips back on hers. both of your lips moving in sync, hungry for each other. minjeong took a chance to advance and pinched your skin, making you open your mouth. her tongue dancing with your own, your one hand gripped on the sleeve of her shirt. the other on the back of her neck, holding her soft hair.

the heavy breathing from the two became elaborate, you both feeling hot and almost devouring one another.

minjeong became to grin into the kiss, moving her hand down to the rim of your shorts.

minjeong was the first to pull away, both of you breathing heavily. the tension in the room evident.

“wow..” she whispered, still close enough to kiss again. your eyes stared into hers, still hungry for more.

placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, “another time~” she winked, grabbing your hand.

“i have something to tell you.” the sentence made your face drop, “oh.” you whispered.

“oh! that's not what i mean, princess.” she reassured, “you know that shock you got earlier?”

you nodded, remembering the moment, “well, my mom called it a soulmate shock, though i am not completely sure what it means, i just know it means we are fated lovers?” she shrugged, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

you couldn't help but smile, your face lighting up with joy. “so, does that mean we date?”

minjeong pulled you in for a cuddle, “or more, you never know~”

NOTE: i really hope you enjoyed! that was my first time writing a makeout scene so i hope it was good! give me feedback on how i can improve in the future.

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wanderlustqueen-writes · 1 year ago

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Hypothesis Number Two

Erwin assigns Hange with a mission: finding a way to bond with Levi. Hange's methods are… unorthodox.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë

Rating: SFW. Just fluff.

Warnings: Poop jokes?

Aditional Tags: She/Her pronouns for Hange Zoë

Wordcount: 1,9k

“You want me to do WHAT?” Hange’s voice came out squeakier than she anticipated. Then again, the tone was justified, given the absolute ‘nutty as a fruitcake’ nature of the Commander’s request.

“I said I want you to bond with him,” Erwin’s words were deliberately slow this time. He was standing by her desk in the science laboratory, the light from the candle dancing across his stern face.

“I heard what you said” Hange replied, her eyes wide open, outstretched hands waving aimlessly at the air in front of her “I just… why? How? How do I even-”

“He’s been here a while but hasn’t made friends with anyone so far.” the commander caught a glimpse of Hange’s eye roll and sighed in response. “I usually stay out of your businesses, but given the nature of what we do, this intervention is necessary. Levi’s raw talent won’t be of much help if he is not able to trust his squad. Or vice-versa. So I need someone to… break the ice. To make him feel more comfortable with the Survey Corps. Someone to bond with him, so others follow suit”

Hange listened carefully to Erwin’s words. Their leader, as usual, had his eyes on an important goal that the others hadn’t seen yet.

“I understand that, Erwin. But why ask me?” Hange pointed towards herself as if she were a rotten apple at the market stall. “It’s not like I’m someone he is particularly fond of. Hell, he seems to hate me even more than he hates Mike, and I heard that Mike shoved his head into a pool of sewage once!”

“He did no such thing.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It was a puddle of muddy water. Anyway, I’m asking you because everyone else is scared of him”

“But-”

“Just think of it as an experiment. What works? What doesn't work? You’ll find out. And if that doesn’t motivate you, just remember that I’m commander and this is an order.” As soon as the last word left the leader’s lips, he turned on his heel and left the room.

Hange stood there for a good ten minutes, awestruck, pondering over what the hell had just happened. She couldn't deny her curiosity about the new captain. He came from a completely different background but his abilities were unmatched, even by the most experienced soldiers. His nonchalance also had some sort of appeal to her, like a mystery waiting to be solved, and it didn’t hurt that he was so easy on the eyes (although she kept that last part to herself). Still, Erwin’s choice was weird. Hange thought that someone more charismatic and generally likable, such as Petra, would be the most obvious person for the job. Was the commander, again, seeing something ahead that was not yet clear to her? Maybe. Probably. But even if that was not the case, Hange wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

She took a bite of that nutty fruitcake and it tasted exciting and sweet. Fair enough. She set by the lab desk and started scribbling on a piece of paper. Let’s get this experiment going!

***

The perfect opportunity to set her plan in motion came up a few days later when they gathered in the mess hall after a particularly tiring training session with the new Special Operations Squad.

Hange’s plan was… peculiar. She knew that to bond with Levi, she needed to find some common ground with him, but the captain was so damn closed! The only interest she knew he had was neatness. She was halfway through creating a plan to make their cleaning duty schedules coincide when it hit her: he apparently also liked poop talk. Seriously, for someone so obsessed with hygiene, that shorty sure talked a lot about excrement.

Hange ripped the previous plan and started to write down her new ideas. Erwin said she could think of this as an experiment, right? Then It was only right to approach the matter with the scientific method:

Observation: Levi is an introspective shorty who grunts at everyone, cleans obsessively, and talks a lot about feces. Hypothesis: A poop joke will create a moment of positive connection with Levi. Experiment: Tell Levi a good poop joke and observe his reaction.

Then, all she had to do was analyze the results and convey her conclusions to Erwin. It was definitely a bet, but one that might just pay off.

So Hange buried herself in research for two days, until she found the perfect joke and the right way to tell it. There was nothing else to do other than wait for the best opportunity to conduct her experiment, and when the soldiers sat at the mess hall to tell stories and relieve the tension from the training, Hange knew that it had arrived.

They sat facing each other through the small corridor, their backs leaning against the table tops behind them. Moblit, Hange, Erwin, Mike, and Nanaba on one bench, Gunther, Eld, Levi, Petra, and Oluo on the other, all drinking from their jugs, except for the new captain, whose chosen poison was tea.

“... and that’s when I found Oluo lying in a pile of trash behind the bar.” The older soldier scowled as Petra concluded her story. “Come on, Oluo. Don’t be so tedious. You did look pretty funny with that banana peel on your toupé”. Most of the Corps laughed audibly, and even Mike and Nanaba let out a giggle at the ridiculous image.

“What about you, captain? Do you have any funny stories for us?” Petra asked, still laughing a bit while wiping the tears that had accumulated in her eyes. She seemed to be making an effort to put Levi at ease with his new squad. Hange made a note to herself to ask Erwin about that later.

“No,” Levi answered dryly. Then, when he noticed the negative change in the young woman’s facial expression, he elaborated “Not many fun stories where I come from.”

“I have one” Hange raised her arm eagerly, breaking the uncomfortable silence, and, for once, her comrades seemed grateful that she decided to say something. “It’s a poop joke”.

“Ugh,” Oluo said. From the corner of her eye, she saw Erwin giving her an inquisitive look. On her other side, Moblit had… was that fear on his face? Oh, Come on!

“So, a bear and a rabbit are taking a dump in the woods…” Hange started, suppressing the grin that was forcing its way into her lips. She wasn’t the best at telling jokes (always got too excited before the punchline) but she was trying her best this time. She couldn’t let external conditions interfere with the results of the experiment. Her comedic timing needed to be perfect.

Oluo let out another groan. Was he really disgusted by the mention of feces or was he trying to emulate Levi? He seemed to be doing this a lot these days. Petra elbowed him and smiled at Hange. The rest of the Survey Corps all looked at the squad leader expectantly, some more amused than others, except for Levi, who had his eyes fixed on the teacup he was slowly bringing towards his lips.

“A bear and a rabbit are taking a dump in the woods” Hange started over. “After the bear is done with his business, he turns to the rabbit and says “Hey, Rabbit. Do you have a problem with shit sticking to your fur?" “‘Well, no. I’m quite used to it” Hange put in extra effort in making believable voices for the characters, which drew some laughter across the tables. Levi remained indifferent, taking a long sip of his tea. Hange continued.“‘Good’, the bear says. Then he grabs the rabbit and wipes his ass with him.”

For one instant, the room went silent, except for the sound of liquid spurring out of Levi's partially closed lips. Hange’s vision got blurry as particles of tea covered her lenses. The wetness of her face was uncomfortable, but she was focused on more pressing matters. Who was sitting directly in front of Levi, again? Crap! The scientist raised the glasses to her forehead and slowly looked to her right side. Like a wax figure, Erwin sat with furrowed brows and clenched lips, completely soaked in the brown liquid. One could believe he was a literal statue, had it not been for the painfully slow rhythm of his breathing, moving his chest up and down. Crap, crap, crap, crap!! As she thought this, a thick drop of tea traced a path down his left eyebrow. Yep. She was in deeper shit than that rabbit.

Hange’s mind started working at a frantic pace, a whirlwind of synapses preparing the deepest, most heartfelt apology ever, but, then, she noticed something everyone else had caught on before her: Levi. Even Erwin seemed unbothered by the tea bath he had just taken, as he looked at the new captain without blinking.

Levi was staring blindly at the floor beneath him, his hand frozen, holding the teacup directly in front of his face. His nostrils were dilated and the eyebrows were completely furrowed, but also… twitching? The captain’s lips moved as if he were trying to say something, but no words were coming out of his body.

“Is he ill?” Someone asked. The voice brought Hange back to the present.

“Captain, are you okay?” Petra asked, concerned, then turned to look at the scientist “Hange, I think you broke Levi.”

“What is happening?” Erwin’s question was not rhetorical.

Hange analyzed the captain for a moment, the ambiguity on his expression, all the twitching and trembling.

“I think he is… deciding?”

As if it recognized the cue, Levi’s expression melted into an audible giggle. A giggle! It was hoarse and higher pitched than Hange anticipated, but most of all, it was adorable. The sound disappeared as fast as it had come, leaving everyone agape.

“Tch. That was disgusting, Four Eyes.” Levi said, with a small grin on his lips. “Do you know another one?”

‎***

A few hours later, Erwin stopped by Hange’s side as they refilled their jugs.

“Interesting technique,” the commander said, without looking at her.

“I guess you picked the right person for the job” Hange smirked, then suddenly remembered her question about Petra. “By the way, did you assign this mission to anyone else?”

“No, just to you. How did you know that that would work?”

“Science” Hange winked. Erwin let out an amused puff of air through his nose, then narrowed his eyes. “Was this also part of your plan?” the commander signaled at the brown stain on his shirt.

“Of course not. But I wish it was. That was genius!” The scientist laughed loudly, and the commander himself giggled.

“Fair enough” Erwin responded, a light smirk still on his lips. “On a completely unrelated note, I’m assigning your squad to the toilet cleaning task for the rest of the month”

“Oh, come on! I was just following your orders” Hange pleaded, but the commander remained silent. “Okay, fine. It was worth it, though.” The scientist said as she walked back to her table.

As Hange approached her comrades, Levi moved to make room for her on his bench. Erwin observed the quirky squad leader sit by the new captain’s side and smile at him as she said something. The commander’s lips curled to a slight grin. It wouldn’t be long before those two fools began to see what was already clear as day to him.

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tsukimefuku · 11 months ago

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❅ Sand and Snow | Chapter 3

ALL CHAPTERS HERE | PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE.

In the city of Odate, Akita, there have been multiple deaths in the past few weeks. The first-grade sorcerer Nanami Kento is sent out to investigate the snowy city, not knowing that it would be his last mission as a Jujutsu High student.

Why Nanami left Jujutsu High to become a 9/5 corporate slave.

Tags: Murder/mystery, canon typical violence, POV Nanami, Post Star-plasma Vessel Arc, Canon compliant, Angst but I'm not Gege

Here we go! First fight scene, and everyone's favorite white haired sorcerer arrives.

WC: 3.6K | on AO3 here.

This time, Nanami called Ijichi after reporting to principal Yaga. Ijichi picked up pretty fast, and had a worried tone to his voice.

"Y-Yes?"

"Ijichi, I have some things to ask. Firstly, do you have any new information about the Yamadas?"

Ijichi paused. "No... I have not. I mean, I don't." He sounded nervous.

"Is there anything wrong?" Nanami asked.

"No, just... h-haven't found anything yet. Nope. Nada."

He thought Ijichi's demeanor was out of sorts, but decided to not press the matter any further on the phone. Some things about this mission were shady, Ijichi must've had a reason to be acting like he was.

"Also, I need to have some samples examined. Is Ieiri available?"

"Samples? Of what?"

"Coagulated blood from the last corpse." Nanami answered.

Ijichi sounded like he fought back an urge to hurl and gagged a little. "I will ask her about it."

"Ok, do it now."

Nanami heard fast footsteps, a thump, another thump, Ijichi saying ouch and ruffling on the line. He sighed as he waited for Ijichi to solve his locomotion hardships on his way to Ieiri. Shoko picked up the phone and answered.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Ieiri, I need to have some coagulated blood samples examined. They contain a cursed type of venom. Normal methods were not able to determine its nature or origin."

"Tough luck, huh?" She responded. "Nanami, you're in Odate. Just the time it would take for that sample to get here... I don't think I can do anything to help you this time around, unfortunately."

He sighed. It was worth the shot, anyway. "What would you suggest?"

"This is something that has to be analyzed in loco and as soon as possible."

"I understand. Thank you." Nanami said as he hung up. He grabbed the phone number Shiori had given him earlier that day, and dialed it. She picked up.

"Hello, who is this?"

"It's Nanami. Are you occupied?"

"I'm not, actually. I'm just at home taking care of my plants. Why?"

"I need your help with something." He replied, hoping she wouldn't ask for further clarifications on the phone.

"Ok, I guess. You can come over. But please, knock on my door this time, stalker." She replied, before hanging up the phone.

Nanami sighed and started getting ready. As he thought about how much a job was worth if it meant getting accused of being a stalker, he did not notice his hotel room window was just barely open right before he went out.

***

As Nanami approached the house in the woods, it started to grow colder. This time around, the snow beneath his feet was considerably thicker, and the wind felt like razor blades slipping just above the skin. He hurried his pace, just so he wasn't in the cold for longer than necessary.

Getting to the front porch, he knocked, and Shiori answered.

"See? Much better than hiding in the bushes and getting jumped with a gun. Glad you knocked." She said, jokingly.

"I did. You instructed me to." Nanami replied in a monotone.

He really has absolutely no sense of humor, she thought, welcoming him. "I'm brewing some tea, if you're interested. Will help ease the cold off."

"Thank you. I accept it."

"You really do talk funny, huh?" Shiori remarked, smiling.

Nanami seemed puzzled.

"Nevermind." She replied. For someone his age — clearly still a teenager —, Nanami sure talked in a very formal way. "Here, take it." She gave him a cup and got one for herself. She then poured the tea in both cups and sat on the table, inviting him to join her. He sat down and smelled the tea, it had the same strong sweet and flowery aroma.

"What is this?"

"Oka tea, one of Yamada's specialties." She answered. "It's a mix of herbs, flowers, and other dried ingredients. Some people still buy this concoction I make, I like to believe other Yamadas out there still make it for themselves, but my customer base has been growing thin. I almost can't afford the costs for keeping my greenhouse anymore." She seemed somewhere in between upset and resigned about the entire situation, adapting to another bad thing happening in her life.

Nanami sipped the tea. It was a perfect balance between sweet and acidic, but had no sugar or sweeteners added. It was impressive, actually. He looked at Shiori. "You still don't want to become a jujutsu sorcerer or an assistant for Jujutsu High? They pay well."

She scoffed, as if the idea itself was absurd. "There's more to life than money. I want to keep my family's legacy alive, even if it dies with me. Also, I have to wait for my brother's return."

"I see." He didn't quite know how exactly he felt about what she said. Never one to contemplate about the meaning of work, or purpose, for that matter, Nanami felt he had nothing to add to the conversation on this matter particularly.

"You said you needed help with something, didn't you?" She asked him.

"Yes." Nanami took out the scalpel enveloped in paper. "Do you have any reservations regarding blood?"

"Not really. My family would train us from a very young age in the tradition of healing with nature and those kinds of things." She shrugged. "I have helped my mother treat wounded people before."

"Fine." He unwrapped the paper and plastic, revealing a scalpel with a tip covered in blood. "I need your help taking a look at this blood sample. It has been infused with some type of cursed venom. I'd like to know if you know something about it."

"I see. I mean, I don't see anything out of the ordinary. But I get what you mean." She scratched her head a little, staring at the scalpel, not knowing exactly how Nanami thought she could help. Understanding about poisonous plants was one thing, working with cursed venom-infused blood was another entirely.

"You can't see cursed energy traces?" Nanami grew increasingly skeptical at her ability to help him.

"See what?"

"Vestiges. Here, look closely. Focus. It is like seeing a cursed spirit, but fainter."

She drew her face closer, and her eyes widened for a moment. "Oh, yes! I can see it! Some very small traces of cursed energy." Shiori reclined in her chair and laid a hand on her chin, while she evaluated some possibilities. "Look, I don't have a lab or anything here for analyzing whatever this is. I do, however, have some old books from my family that might help us determine the origin of this."

Better than nothing, Nanami thought.

She went upstairs, and he could hear sounds of things getting taken, dropped, twisted and thrown around, like Shiori was trying to remodel the house. At one point, it sounded like a large bookcase fell, followed by a scream and some cursing like shit and holy fuck. Shortly after, Shiori shouted, "I'm alright!".

He hadn't moved an inch, still sipping on his tea.

Shiori came down holding a very large — and apparently ancient — book. It had a very worn out brown leather cover, the binding seemed just about ready to give in to time and degradation. It also smelled funny. "Here, this might help us. Let's take a look."

She opened the book, and started flipping through the pages, until she got to a part that talked about poisons and different types of venom. "So... what do you want to know?"

"Is there any indication of a curse or shikigami that possesses venom?"

"Let me see." She put the book on her lap and started flipping through it. She paused for a moment, and then continued. "Well, there isn't anything about curses or shikigami. It has, however, some things about medicinal plants and such."

Shiori didn't raise her eyes to meet Nanami and stayed silent. He found that to be out of character. This would usually be the moment she'd make some unfunny or confusing remark.

"Is there anything about any plants or herbs that can asphyxiate someone?"

"I don't need a book for that one." She closed the book. "There is the heartbreak grass." Shiori looked at him. "The most toxic varieties are spread throughout Asia. Do you think someone could infuse the extract with cursed energy?" She asked. "Why would somebody even bother to do so?"

"It avoids that a jujutsu sorcerer turns into a curse after their death." Nanami replied.

"I see. But were the victims even Jujutsu sorcerers?"

This still didn't explain the bite marks, though.

Shiori looked through the window. "It's starting to get dark outside. I don't have much to eat here, since I'm the only one living in this house for the time being, but I might have some hibari senbei cookies, if you want to take them with you".

Nanami remembered Gojo would be arriving at Odate tomorrow, and had a faint memory of him asking about cookies. He sighed, putting his fingers in between his eyes, and responded, "Thank you. I will be needing that."

"Needing?" she replied, a little confused, as she walked into the kitchen to grab the baked sweets. "What would you need cookies for? Do you have low blood sugar or something? Here." She came back and handed him a small paper bag with homemade cookies inside.

"Nothing. I apologize for inconveniencing you." He replied as he took the bag.

"Don't worry. I appreciate the company." She smiled. "Even if you're a stalker, company is company, am I right?" Shiori said mockingly.

"Please, stop saying that." Nanami answered, annoyed. She just chuckled.

***

Back at the hotel, Nanami greeted Yoko, who was just about to end her shift. She waved as he got closer.

"Hello, Mr. Kento! Can I help you with anything?"

"Actually, I have some questions about Yamada Shiro, if you have some time."

"Oh." She was completely caught off guard. "Of course, I think." How does he know his name? "What do you want to know?"

"What can you tell me about him?"

"Well, I have been best friends with his sister and him since middle school." She said, whispering. Probably so that her grandmother couldn't hear anything. "They were good kids. He had a thing about protecting weaker people, but every time he got in a fight, he'd be 10 times more hurt than the one he had beaten up." Yoko shrugged. "And she had something about not meddling in other people's businesses. She just wanted to protect him."

"I see. What about his departure some time ago?"

Yoko was taken aback. "How do you know that?"

Dammit.

"During my work here in Odate, I've met your friend, Shiori. She told me her brother left the city a while ago."

"Your work in Odate? What do you do?" She asked, and then pondered. "Oh, you've met Shiori then."

"I'm a private investigator." It was hard trying to keep track of all the versions of his story. This was starting to become tiring. "I'm here to investigate these deaths in Odate. After talking to you and some people, I decided to go to Yamada's house and learn more about them, just in case." He replied. "Yes, I've met your friend."

Yoko was at a loss for words, wondering if he was treating her best friend as a suspect of any sort. She needed to talk to Shiori as soon as possible, and know more about what this man standing in front of her had said to her.

"Well, about Shiro... You probably heard it better from his sister. He left about a year ago to go looking for their parents, and grew increasingly distant, up until he simply stopped responding to our messages and calls to ask him how he was doing, around 3 months ago." Yoko thought that it would be fine telling him this, given that he probably already had that piece of information from Shiori. "Even though I wanted to call the police, Shiori asked me not to."

"I see." Nanami noticed her change in demeanor. He knew he wouldn't be getting very far questioning Yoko anymore. "Well, thank you for your time." He said, walking towards the elevator. When he got to his floor and started making his way to his room, he could hear someone shutting their window loudly. People lack basic cordiality with others, he thought to himself.

As Nanami entered his room, something felt off.

He looked around and nothing seemed actually out of place, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. As Nanami turned his back to the closet, for a split second, he felt someone lunging at him. Thanks to his reflexes, Nanami was able to throw himself in the window's direction before the culprit made any contact.

It was the man dressed in black.

Nanami grabbed his blunt sword from his back and advanced in his opponent's direction, instinctively ready to deal a 7:3 blow. However, he quickly realized it would be a bad idea, given that the preferable outcome here was capturing the curse user and taking him to Jujutsu High for questioning and, being the case, sentencing. Restricting his strength, Nanami dealt a measured blow to the man's stomach, which made him spit blood inside his mask.

What Nanami was not ready for was a shikigami appearing right in front of him. It was a floating four-eyed purple snake, with a menacing set of fangs. The snake instantly charged in his direction, quicker than he could deal another blow. He reinforced his arm with cursed energy before the snake could bite him.

The shikigami suddenly disappeared, and right behind it came a full-blown punch from the man that caught Nanami with his guard down. He could feel his nose cracking at that moment. Nanami was thrown against the wall behind him, breaking the mirror, while shattered glass fell all over him. As he tried to get up, the man opened the window, held his shikigami on one arm, and the floating monster helped him out.

Nanami then realized what was missing. His documents regarding the case from Jujutsu High, which were laid over the room's table.

He pulled the phone and called #903. The old lady picked up. He informed her his room had been invaded, and he got attacked.

***

"Hey, good morning. There's a pretty guy asking about you at the door."

"What?" Nanami had to take a few moments to get himself back to reality.

"Yes. A pretty guy. He's asking for you. He's calling you Nanamin." Shiori responded. She said the word 'pretty' mockingly with a half smile on her face.

The night before became a haze. Old lady called Yoko, who then called Shiori, who then called Nanami. It was a full circle of what the hell was going on. While Nanami assessed the state of his wounds in the bathroom mirror, he told Shiori he would be looking for another hotel to stay for the time being.

"That's a terrible idea." She replied. "Look, there is something weird happening, and it might have something to do with my family. I saw the last victim's photo on the local news. That was my uncle whom I thought had left Odate years ago, Hiroshi."

He was silent, trying to figure out if his nose was broken or just very purple.

"We are already joining forces. Or, for the matter of fact, you're using me as a source of information."

"I-" Nanami started to say something.

"It's fine, I understand that's how an investigation works" she cut him off, before he could say anything. "But I want to know what the hell is going on."

This was bad. He couldn't stay on the phone with her anymore.

"I'll be at the hotel waiting."

"I'll ask Yoko to give you a ride." She hung up.

Nanami started texting Gojo right away, and hoped he would answer at that moment.

NK: I have been attacked in the hotel. I'm going elsewhere. Ask where to find me at the main desk.

SG: Are you okay?

NK: Yes. Only some mild bruising.

NK: Hurry.

After he got to Yamada's house, Shiori offered to help to treat his nose. They sat at the dinner table, and she adjusted Nanami's hair, which got completely over his face during the altercation, and was laying on top of the wound. This guy should really cut these bangs, she randomly thought. Shiori then started treating his nose — it was not broken, but might have a hairline fracture. He was pretty sturdy, after all, even for a jujutsu sorcerer.

"Did your face get hit by a car?" She asked.

"No. It was a curse user. He had a snake shikigami."

She went silent for a moment, and kept treating his wounds.

"Well, did the snake headbutt you?"

"No, he punched me when I had my guard down."

She applied some ointment mixed with fresh and clean snow on his nose. It burnt. "It will be uncomfortable, but you'll feel better in the morning."

"Nanamin!" Gojo exclaimed loudly, as he walked into the room, white hair slightly covered in snow and frosty pitch-black glasses. "Well, you're definitely in the middle of nowhere." Satoru remarked, grinning widely. Nanami wished he could fall back asleep. He then feared he would have a nightmare reenacting this exact moment.

"Interesting!" Gojo said, examining his face wounds closely. "These are well into recovery for someone who just got attacked last night. Did you treat them yourself?"

"No," Nanami replied, "she did."

Gojo then looked at Shiori, who was at the corner of the room leaning against the wall while she held a bowl filled with water and a towel, at a loss for what exactly was going on.

"Well, hello. I haven't properly introduced myself."

He never properly introduced himself.

"My name is Satoru Gojo, and this guy right here will be my sidekick for the time being." He placed his hand on Nanami's shoulder. Nanami slapped it away.

"I'm Yamada Shiori," she replied, "and I make things with herbs."

"You got that result with just plants?" Gojo asked.

"Yes. Plants and some clean snow can go a long way." She answered. "My mother used to make me help her when I was around 8 years old to treat the wounded and dying people of our family."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Most of them still died, though."

"Oh." Gojo was surprised she said that with such a straight face.

"... It's a joke. We used to help people that got hurt in these woods, or relatives, but they were sent to the hospital if things were dire enough." She replied. Gojo thought to himself that she had a weird sense of humor.

"She can also see curses and has an innate cursed technique." Nanami added.

"Oh." Gojo answered. "Well, have you heard about Jujutsu High? We have very few healers, and only one actually talented!"

Shiori seemed irritated. "No." she said, as she got out of the room and began descending the stairs, stepping loudly while pouting.

Gojo was confused. "Nanamin, what-"

"She was already scouted by Jujutsu High. Doesn't want to go." Nanami answered. "And stop calling me that."

"Hey, Nanami! Pretty boy! What do you want for breakfast? I only have cookies and tea, so that will have to do." Shiori shouted from downstairs.

"Did she... just call me... 'pretty boy'?" Gojo sounded disheartened. Nanami had a hard time concealing his satisfaction at that.

"She did."

"I changed my mind. I hope she doesn't come with us to Tokyo."

Nanami sighed as he started to get up. They both went downstairs and sat at the table. Shiori had served homemade cookies with Akita faces on them. "They're from the last festival that happened a few days ago," she explained.

"Well, I might just forgive you then." Gojo said, as he grabbed one of the cookies and took a bite.

She understood nothing, but figured it was pointless to ask. He clearly just liked hearing the sound of his own voice.

"So... What is going on, guys? What is happening?" She asked.

Gojo lifted his finger, as if asking for them to be quiet and pay close attention to him, while he ate one of the cookies. They were waiting patiently — or, at least, Shiori was. Nanami was annoyed that someone would request his turn to speak while he had a mouthful of food to chew and swallow. Satoru finished munching and started speaking.

"I'll get into that in just a minute, but first, Nanami, I need you to call Ijichi." He pulled a brand new and never before seen phone from his jacket. "Use this. There is another Ijichi's number in there, as well."

Nanami grabbed the phone and started dialing.

"As for you, Mrs., are you aware the last victim was a Yamada?" Gojo said, lowering his glasses to stare at her directly.

"I know. He was my uncle." She answered.

"This might be a coincidence, or you might be in danger!" The way he said it so casually and kind of exhilarated somehow annoyed her. "You could be our culprit's next target."

"Seriously?" She asked, revolted.

"Rest assured, you've got nothing to worry about."

"I don't? And why is that?"

"Because the strongest jujutsu sorcerer you will ever meet just got here." He said, putting on a conceited smile.

"Did he? Where is he?" She asked earnestly.

Nanami could be heard suddenly coughing from the living room. Shiori honestly did not understand the point Gojo was trying to get across.

"Well, you're really making this difficult for me." Gojo replied, taking a sip of tea. The tea was incredibly sweet, which he appreciated a lot. "Well, very difficult."

End notes:

I really need to define a day every week to post, heh. Next chapter will probably be posted on the 22th, but maybe earlier if I get around revising it before that!

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months ago

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Stockton!Series Part Eight: Canvas - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

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Stockton!Series:

Part One: El Cuchillo - An incident in the clubhouse causes ramifcations for the entire club.

Part Two: Always - Nestor learns about what happened.

Part Three: In the Dark - You and Nestor wake up to find armed men in your house.

Part Four: Sierra - Marcus takes care of the men who tried to kill you.

Part Five: Maternal - Nestor and you take refuge at a familiar location.

Part Six: Times Are Changing - Marcus and Bishop discuss moving forward with the club.

Part Seven: Graveside (feat: Marcus Alvarez) - You and Marcus discuss your mother at her graveside.

It’s late when you come back home to the house that you and Nestor share. The electricity is still off from where they’d cut the power during the break in, but Nestor has illuminated the rooms with the battery powered Moroccan lamps you use for mood lighting. It’s a pretty, welcoming glow.

You find him sitting on the floor of his art studio, the stench of gasoline is barely noticeable unlike the ruined floorboards from where the cohesive material had eaten its way through the varnish. His unruly curls hang loose around his shoulders as he sits in front of a canvas, spreading paint across it with one of the thicker brushes. He’s clad in a loose vest and grey basketball shorts., the light from the Moroccan lamps casting a warm glow across his skin.

He's absorbed in the task, his brushwork methodical. Painting is where he goes to hide away from the world, to make sense of it. Everything that’s happened over the past few days it’s too raw, too much. Now that things have settled you have to process what happened, deal with it.

“Gilly’s gonna come by tomorrow, give us a quote for the shit that needs fixing.” Nestor tells you, his gaze still fixated on the canvas as he swirls the paintbrush. “Bottles and EZ helped clear out the stuff that can’t be repaired. We’re gonna need a new bed and couch and our books are ruined…”

You reach out across the space between you, your hand coming to rest upon his forearm, thumb gently smoothing over his skin.

“Nes.” You say softly. “I’m sorry about what happened to your paintings.”

Out of everything that was destroyed you know that is the one that hurts. They’re things that you can never get back. his creativity, his brilliance they shine through in all the work he does, he leaves a piece of himself in every painting.

“They’re just things…” He says with a sigh, raking his hand through his hair.

“It still matters.” You tell him and he looks up at you.

You can see the pain in his eyes, the anguish because those paintings, they meant the world to him. He sets the paintbrush down before he studies the artwork in front of him, the one he’d been working on before your home had been invaded. It had been beautiful once, darkness and light contrasting against each other. The night sky and the stars, the desert landscape. Now the paint runs down it in rivets, the chemicals from the gasoline burning into the canvas, eroding it.

“I was working on something for your birthday.” He tells you, his gaze lowering back to the canvas in front of him. “They fucked it up, they came into our home…”

He trails off, the line of his jaw clenching.

“I keep thinking about what would have happened if we hadn’t woken up that night.” He says quietly, his chin coming to rest upon his knee. “If I’d been on that run up to Denver, the way that I was supposed to be. You would have been here alone…”

He’d been about to embark on a security run for Rose Kush when he’d gotten the call from Bishop. It would have been a three-day job. Coco had taken it instead after he’d heard what happened to you with Ramos. You shift until you end up kneeling beside him. You wrap your arms around him, drawing him close, your lips brush over his hairline as he buries his face into the curve of your throat.

“I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you.” He whispers against your skin. “It came too close this time Mi Corizon, it was far too close.”

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lucagray813 · 2 months ago

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A Need to be Better - Chapter 1

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 5,042

Characters: Mei, Macaque, MK, Wukong

Relationships: Mei & Macaque, Mei & MK, Macaque & Wukong

Summary: Mei is determined to to be ready for whatever comes next and Macaque is going to help her whether he wants to or not!

Additional Tags: Mentor Macaque

CW: None

Link to AO3 Version

Chapter: 1/2

Chapter Navigation: 1 | 2

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Mei was on a mission.

A mission to find Macaque, who, she had on good authority, had taken to lounging about on the west side of the island.

MK hadn't been able to tell her why he'd been hanging out there but he'd told her he'd come across him a few times while he'd been training. Apparently he'd even given him some helpful pointers, although MK had made sure to whisper that little tidbit to her in case the overly sensitive Monkey King had been close enough to hear.

When she had expressed an interest in seeking him out for some pointers of her own, MK had warned her that Macaque's methods of teaching were incredibly frustrating but he'd also had to admit that they were quite effective.

While she still had her hang ups about Macaque - and rightly so if you asked her - she was willing to put all of her grievances aside temporarily if it meant that he could help her improve her stagnating combat skills.

Unfortunately however the "west side of the island" was a pretty wide area to search and she was getting increasingly frustrated the longer she searched with no success. And despite the fact she still had plenty of ground to cover, she couldn't help but think that Macaque was just deliberately avoiding her. Sure, she had no evidence for that but it felt like the kind of thing he would do.

Her irritation all but evaporated however when a familiar troupe of monkeys appeared above her, chirping curiously.

They were a bunch that often hung about Monkey King's house and she and MK had been starting to get to know them over the last couple of months - they were even getting good at telling them apart! So much so they'd even worked with the monkeys to give them names that they liked.

They were making good progress figuring out how to communicate too. Although MK was a lot better at that than her, especially when he was in his new monkey form. The sounds and body language were difficult to get right otherwise.

Honestly though the monkeys seemed pretty good at understanding Chinese most of the time, it was understanding the monkeys which was difficult. But they'd had great success teaching them how to respond to yes or no questions!

She waved cheerfully up at them, "Hey guys! What are you doing all the way out here?"

While the monkeys could go wherever they pleased on the island, different troupes seemed to have preferences and this group wasn't known for straying too far from the mountain.

They all jumped down to see her, a couple climbing over her to say hello.

She smiled at them, "Aw! Did you come all this way just to hang out with me? You want to know what I'm up to?"

This got some affirmative nods, and what she thought were some affirmative monkey sounds, so she reached and pulled the two monkeys climbing on her off and crouched down so she was on level with them all.

One thing she and MK had learnt about these particular monkeys was that they loved a bit of drama. So, she looked around her conspicuously before leaning close, and mock whispering, "I'm actually on a secret mission!"

They immediately started to chitter excitedly amongst themselves before one or two of the bolder monkeys started screeching at her for more information.

Gesturing dramatically, she explained theatrically, "That's right! I am on the hunt for an elusive target! I'm looking for a monkey about yay high, with black fur and a bad attitude. Sound like anyone you've seen?"

MK had told her that these monkeys had been all over Macaque while they were in the scroll so she didn't doubt they knew who she was talking about.

She took a moment to lament the fact that MK hadn't been able to take any pictures while they'd been in there because apparently Macaque had looked absolutely miserable being used as a climbing frame.

She stood abruptly with her hands on her hips, "This is a dangerous mission and some of us might not make it back alive but the reward for our success will be great! So who's with me?"

Cheering erupted from her attentive audience as they suddenly ran past her, one or two looking back to make sure she was following. She needed no more prompting and immediately took off after them, grinning widely.

They ran together through the jungle, jumping over fallen trees, swinging from branches and she matched their excited chirps and screeches with shouts and laughter. She felt invigorated! Her solo trudge had turned into a game with friends - this was the way secret missions should be!

Eventually, they pulled a head of her as they reached a clearing. All of them making their way up a tree and clambering over the grumpy looking monkey that had been relaxing on one of its branches.

She quickly whipped out her phone to capture the moment for posterity. She knew it would be hilarious to watch Mr. Sourpuss fend off monkeys and now she and MK could watch this whenever they needed to bask in his suffering.

But seeing as she was incredibly merciful by nature, she only let it go on for about five minutes before deciding it was time to get down to business.

She walked towards the tree as he managed to get the monkeys to settle down enough that he could relax back against the branch. Though the cool and aloof look he was no doubt trying to go for was ruined by the small pile of monkeys sat on and around him.

Speaking in the annoyingly dramatic way he always did, he called down to her, "Well, this is a surprise. The Horse-Dragon Girl looking for little, old me? To what do I owe the honour?"

Her grin showed plenty of sharp teeth, "You should feel honoured! I've graciously decided to let you train with me today!"

Macaque didn't even raise his head at her exclamation and scoffed, "And by train you mean fight, right?"

MK had warned her any interaction with Macaque would probably get on her nerves but she wouldn't let him put her off, "Yeah, no duh! Obviously I mean we should fight!"

He waved his hand dismissively, looking away from her and closing his eyes, "Not interested, go "train" with Wukong if that's all you're after."

Her eye twitched, but she took a deep breath before she replied, "Look, we both know that trouble is coming and we all need to do our part to be ready for it! So do your part and fight me!"

Unmoved, he questioned, "And what will fighting me do for you?"

She was really getting ticked off that he wasn't even looking at her as they talked. And paired with these pointless questions she was beginning to wonder how she'd thought she could stand to be in his presence long enough to learn anything from him.

Irritated, she explained, "Obviously, the more fighting you do, the better you get at it! Everyone knows that!"

Macaque only sighed in disappointment at her flawless logic. But he did sit up, monkeys adjusting around him, and look down at her as he drawled, "Ok kid, let me spell it out for you - what is the specific outcome you want from fighting me?"

She thought she had already made it pretty clear, and unable to help herself she pointed at him as she declared, "The "specific outcome" I want is the satisfaction of kicking your butt! What is it you're not getting here? Every fight you get better - stronger and faster - that's what I want!"

Macaque just rolled his eyes, "So what you're saying is that you have no outcomes for this fight other than to win?"

First of all, rolling his eyes at her? Rude. Second of all, how did MK deal with this guy? If he had something to say why not just come out and say it? Why ask questions around it instead of getting to the point!

Getting more annoyed at repeating the obvious, she responded, "The entire point of a fight is to win! And the more you fight, the better you get at winning!"

Her eye twitched again as he brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose - as if she was the unreasonable one here!

He stood to leave and answered, "If your only goal for "training" with me is to "win", then we're done here."

Through her frustration, a sharp feeling of panic managed to break through, "No! I need to train with you! I-You-Argh! You don't understand! I need to be stronger. I need to better. If you're saying fighting isn't how I do that then what is?"

She stared up at him desperately, withstanding his scrutiny, until he cast a glance up at the sky and sighed, "Alright, here's the deal, kid. You and I will fight and then we'll talk about your performance."

Relief flooded through her, quickly followed by excitement and anticipation - this was what she was here for! And her "performance" was going to blow him away!

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"Alright, I think I've seen enough."

Her heart sank.

Macaque had barely broken a sweat while she was struggling to get her breath back as she leaned heavily against her sword.

She was better than this!

She roared in frustration, abandoning her sword to stomp atop the cliff they were on as anger and disappointment threatened to consume her.

"You were just toying with me! The whole time I was giving it my all and you just-!" She cut herself off with a frustrated shout.

She was so angry she couldn't even get her thoughts in order!

Her next step saw her falling through a shadow portal and landing on her butt in front of Macaque, who looked entirely unbothered as he sat cross legged before her, "So before I give you my assessment, let's hear yours. How did that go?"

Her anger had been interrupted by her unexpected relocation but faced with such an aggravating question she felt it flare up again, "How did that go?! That was maybe the worst I've ever fought! You've seen me fight before - you know that I'm better than that! You better take that into consideration in your "assessment"!"

He didn't seem impressed by her outburst but coolly he responded, "Okay, let's do a little word association here. I'm going to say a word and you're going to tell me how, if at all, it applied to the fight we just had." He held up a hand to silence her, "This fight and this fight only. Are you ready?"

Word association? What was this!? How did MK endure these monkeys and their stupid lessons? As if this whole experience hadn't been humiliating enough, now she was being treated like a child?

She could feel her throat and nose burn with fiery indignation.

But she reminded herself that this was all to be expected. MK had warned her that he would be like this but it could all be worth it if she was able to endure it.

She took a deep breath.

If MK could handle this then so could she!

At her nod, Macaque began.

"Accuracy."

She responded with enthusiasm, "Every attack I launched was dead on target! The only reason they missed was because of your dumb shadow powers! Anyone else would have been toast!"

"Strategy."

She had the awareness to be slightly sheepish, "Does hitting you with my sword or a dragon laser count as strategy or...?" At his deadpan expression, she conceded, "Ok, strategy is maybe not something that there was lots of in that specific fight."

"Strength."

Back in her wheel house!

She puffed up proudly, "Yes! And lots of it! Just look around - my dragon laser can cut through anything. Just look at the chunk it took out of that mountain."

She pointed to said mountain behind Macaque but he didn't turn around. She pouted but there's no way he hadn't seen it during the fight so she let it go.

"Emotion."

She scowled. She knew this was going to come up! It always came up! So she got angry! It just meant she fought harder!

She said as much, "Yeah, ok, so I got frustrated while we were fighting! But that's because you weren't fighting properly!"

Macaque didn't rise to the bait, instead summarising, "So would you agree that, during this fight, while your attacks were accurate and strong, your lack of strategy and your frustration meant the outcome wasn't what you wanted?"

She grumbled, "I'd say you not fighting me properly was the reason I didn't have "the outcome I wanted"." She took a breath however and begrudgingly admitted, "Maybe a cooler head and coming up with a strategy would have helped. A little."

Macaque nodded, "Alright, kid. You have a couple of options. We can leave it here and you can do what you want with this experience or you can come back here tomorrow and we'll discuss a training regime."

Her eyes widened.

An actual training plan? Tailored to her?

Too excited to care about playing it cool she exclaimed, "The second one! And why wait until tomorrow? Let's talk about it now!"

Macaque let out a small huff, "While I appreciate the enthusiasm, I'll need some time to put something together. And don't get too excited - I promise you less than half of it will involve fighting like this."

Her enthusiasm definitely took a hit but she couldn't say she wasn't curious about what he had in mind. Still, she clarified, "But even with it not being all fighting - my fighting will somehow get better?"

Macaque nodded, "If you're able to stick it out then yes. Although bear in mind I'm not going to take it easy on you. If you decide to go through with this, I'll work you hard and I'll expect you to put your all into it."

Resolve filled her.

If this is what it took to become better then she would do it, she responded confidently, "I've got what it takes! If you can deliver then I'm prepared to go all in!"

Macaque eyed her critically for a moment before nodding and standing up, "Well, alright then, looks like I've got a lesson plan to work on. Meet me here tomorrow at midday and I'll show you what I've got. In the meantime, I'll let you deal with these little spies."

As soon as he had disappeared through a shadow portal below him, another one opened above the same spot and dropped two very familiar looking birds.

She was quickly on her feet, "Were you two spying on me?!"

MK was quick to turn back to his human form, arms flapping, "We weren't spying! We just saw your dragon laser shoot into the sky and came to see what was up!"

Monkey King turned back and added, "And then we saw you were fighting with Macaque so we stuck around to figure out what was going on."

MK nodded beside him, before asking hesitantly, "So... What is going on? I mean, I can guess! But-"

He was cut off by Monkey King, "You really want to be trained by Macaque of all people?"

The look on his face suggested that he couldn't imagine anything worse.

She decided to deflect, "Hey! If MK gets a mystic monkey teacher then I want one too!"

"But Macaque? There's enough Monkey King to go around and there's no better fighter around than me!"

"No better fighter, maybe. But no better teacher? Not by a long shot!"

Monkey King looked comically wounded as he brought a hand to his heart, "First of all, you say a lot of hurtful things to me but second, Macaque?!"

This seemed to be a sticking point Monkey King wasn't going to get over and irritation spiking, she responded, "If your entire argument is "but Macaque?!" Then I don't want to hear it! Yes, Macaque!"

Honestly, spite was now also being added to the list of reasons to train with Macaque.

MK had been watching this back and forth with a mixture of amusement and anxiety but apparently realising things could get messy fast he decided to step in.

"Monkey King, would you mind giving me and Mei a minute? We can talk mystic monkey student to potential mystic monkey student."

He said it with a reassuring smile but it was obvious he was hoping Monkey King would take the hint without kicking up a fuss. She didn't care to protect his delicate sensibilities and glared at him while gesturing for him to shoo.

Offended by this clear dismissal, he huffed and turned to leave, "Alright, fine. I'm out of here. There's something I needed to check out anyway."

And with a pout, he transformed back into his bird form and flew off.

She and MK shared a look before she asked, "You think he actually has something to check out or was that the worst attempt at saving face you've ever seen?"

Mk sighed, a tired look on his face, "I really hope it was him trying to save face because otherwise I have a bad feeling I know what he's away to do and there's no way it will end well."

He did seem tempted to chase after him for a second but ultimately decided that being here was more important.

"So... Macaque?"

She resisted the urge to point out that this was not a massive improvement on Monkey King's line of questioning but she knew he was asking from a place of genuine care.

So with a sigh, plopped herself down on her butt next to MK and answered once he followed suit, "Yeah, Macaque... I'll be honest I just wanted to test myself against him with a fight but now I really want to know what he's got in mind. Although, you heard what he said, right? Less than half of it will be fighting? Surely, that's up for negotiation?"

"I did try and warn you - you never know what's going to happen when you interact with him but you can almost guarantee it's not what you're expecting."

He looked off in the distance for a moment, a somewhat traumatized expression on his face, but he snapped out of it quickly.

Arms thrown wide, she exclaimed, "But does he have to be so rude about it? Or be so annoyingly not straightforward! Earlier, he wouldn't even look at me when I was talking! And then when he did he just rolled his eyes at me! Like, hello!? That's so rude!"

MK nodded in total agreement before throwing an arm over her shoulder and commiserating, "Well, at least if you end up getting trained by Macaque we'll have plenty to complain about. Both about mystic monkey mentors and about Macaque's super rude teaching style!"

She could already picture it and in some ways she almost looked forward to having one more thing that they could share with each other but on the other hand she was well aware of how much MK had suffered as a result of mystic monkey business, how they all had.

"MK, is this a bad idea? Training with Macaque? I mean, I know he's not currently on the 'bad guy list' but he's also not exactly one of the good guys either."

Sure, he'd had a couple of moments of heroism but that all could have been to save his own skin - the world ending meant the end for him too after all.

MK took back his arm and struck a thoughtful pose, and after a moment he offered, "I know what you mean, I have my doubts about him too, but every time I see him I get to know him a little better and I feel I'm starting to understand him. To be honest, I think he's just really messed up by everything he's been through. Like, once he sort of implied that he'd died? He was probably just being all metaphorical or something. But if he wasn't then that's got to mess you up big time!"

He was quick to clarify, "And I'm not saying that excuses everything he's done - definitely not! He's still responsible for the bad things he did. But, I don't know, he seems to be working on it? He doesn't need to be helping us, y'know? But while I'm still watching out for, like, a relapse or something? I'm willing to give him a chance at redemption."

There was an earnest look in his eyes as he placed his hand in her shoulder, "But that doesn't you need to give him the same chance! Even forgetting everything he's done, he's not an easy person to get on with. And while some of that is probably from being messed up, I think he might also just be like that?"

She took a moment to process everything he'd said and marry it up with her own recent experiences with Macaque.

In all honesty, she didn't like the guy but she didn't have to like him to be able to work with him. Hell, they'd already proven that they could work together when they'd fought against Peng and it hadn't been nearly as painful experience as it could have been.

And he did seem to be offering genuine help to MK, even if he went about it in the most annoying way possible. She couldn't rule out that he had some ulterior motive but as long as she and MK were both on the lookout for any hints he was trying to screw them over then she thought it might be worth the risk.

After all, Macaque had a vested interest in the world not ending so it didn't make sense for him to mess with the heroes that were trying to stop the fabric of reality being torn apart.

Determined, she nodded, "I'm going to give it a shot! We'll both keep an eye out and if something isn't right then I can just stop training with him!"

Maybe her desperation to improve was clouding her judgement but MK had her back and the rest of the guys would too. They'd all make sure Macaque would regret it if he tried anything funny.

MK squeezed her shoulder before letting go. His supportive grin faded into something a little more concerned before he asked, "Y'know, I'm all for training hard but I have to ask... Is there something else going on? Lately, it seems like something's been bothering you and now you're seeking out Macaque...?"

Admittedly, she had been a little short tempered recently and she was pretty sure everyone had picked up on it but, in her defence, none of them had been able to just "bounce back" after Azure. And it wasn't helped by the unknown threat on the horizon that they weren't ready for.

That she wasn't ready for.

MK would get it. He was just as determined to push himself past his limits as she was, probably even more so. But after everything he'd been through, she didn't want him worrying about her.

At the same time however she was powerless not to admit, "I just want to make sure that I've done everything I can to make sure I'm ready for whatever comes next."

Pep talk mode activated, he responded, "I know exactly what you mean. But I know that we can do this, that we will be ready! Just look at everything we've accomplished already - we've saved the world, like, three times! And with how hard we're working we're only getting better! As long as we stick together, we can tackle anything that comes our way!"

She let herself be swept up in his resolve and grinned as she stood and pulled him up with her. With his hand in hers, she declared, "You're right - we've got this! And if Macaque's as good a teacher as you say he is then nothing is going to be able to stop me!"

His blinding grin suddenly disappeared as a contemplative expression took over, and he asked with far too much sincerity, "Wait, hold on, if you get trained by Macaque does that mean you'll needed to update your hero name? Dragon-Horse-Monkey Girl? Oh! We could have matching monkey logos!"

No way in hell was she getting caught wearing Monkey King's face anywhere on her person.

But God if she didn't adore how MK's stupid brain worked.

---

Wukong was on a mission.

A mission to find Macaque, who, he knew, had recently set up a couple of hideaways across the island.

And while he was extremely conflicted about that, he ultimately decided to keep his friends close and his enemies closer. If Macaque was up to something then better it be here where he could catch him in the act.

He found him in the third little nook he tried.

He had to squirm through a narrow opening in the rock face but eventually it opened up to a room sized cave that was apparently being used as a makeshift study, with a desk in the middle and books piled up against the walls.

Macaque had near perfect night vision but for whatever reason he had set up a handful of light emitting seals around the place. Quite possibly just to stop himself from being blinded by the laptop that sat beside as he wrote.

He was a little surprised someone so stuck in the past had kept up with technology but he didn't let that distract him.

Macaque didn't acknowledge his arrival, so with a huff he kicked things off, "What are you doing, Macaque?"

He mentally patted himself on the back for only sounding about half as accusatory as he felt. Look at him being the bigger person and avoiding a fight.

Not looking up from his work, Macaque responded, "Writing a lesson plan. I'm sure you're very familiar with the process having taught MK for so long now."

His tone suggested he knew that Wukong had never even strung the words "lesson" and "plan" together before.

He felt his eye twitch before he reminded himself to think of the kid. To think of how disappointed he would be if he didn't at least try to keep this civil.

He took a calming breath.

"What's your angle? Why are you doing this?"

Macaque sighed and put his pen down, before leveling him with a look of disdain, as if he was nothing but a waste of his time.

He bristled and internally asked himself how one person be so infuriating.

"I'd be lying if I said spite wasn't a factor here, Bud."

Immediately vindicated, he exclaimed, "I knew it! Leave the kids out of this!"

Whatever the hell this was!

Macaque's eye twitched but he continued smoothly, "But seeing as the end of the world is also looming. It would be irresponsible to just leave these kids without a clue."

Ignoring his angry spluttering at the dig, he added "The kid approached me, not the other way around. She knows that they're not ready for whatever is coming and she's using the resources available her. I can respect that. Besides, no doubt they'll be at the centre of it all and I'd like to increase my chances of surviving this mess."

Heroically recovering from the slights against his good name, he clarified, "So spite and self-preservation? Good to see you're still acting in character."

Typical. He should have known.

Macaque scoffed at him before picking up his pen, "Oh yes, self-preservation - the most villainous of motivators. Now, if you're satisfied I'm behaving in a nefarious enough manner, I have work to be getting on with. This is going to take me all night even without you here to distract me."

Irritated by the dismissal, he didn't budge as he tried to goad him, "All night? How? That bad a teacher you need step by step notes?"

Glancing back up with an incredulous expression, Macaque responded, "You couldn't just leave me with the hope you'd actually put any thought into how you teach MK? Teaching someone properly means knowing their history, understanding their strengths and weaknesses and tailoring your teaching style to them. It's not just about doing things your way and expecting everyone else to fall in line."

The atmosphere in the room was getting tense, and likely sensing that they were heading towards dangerous territory, with a heavy sigh, Macaque tried to be diplomatic, "Just go, Wukong. MK clearly gets your teaching style so why get hung up on what I'm doing?"

Macaque's attempt to diffuse the situation had caught him off guard and he felt unsure on how to respond.

Besides his pride, what was there to be lost from just walking away?

The chances of him actually gleaning Macaque's ulterior motives were slim to none and from what little he could see from here it did look like he was genuinely working on a lesson plan for Mei.

Obviously, he'd keep an eye on the situation but for now...

He hesitated before actually turning to leave however. Because the more he thought about it, the more a lesson plan didn't actually sound like a bad idea. And, y'know, just maybe, his track record as a teacher wasn't quite as illustrious as he would like it to be. So, if this was was something MK would benefit from...

And he was supposed to be trying to be at least a little more amicable towards Macaque and despite being his needlessly aggravating self he hadn't actually done anything wrong.

Yet.

Clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he asked, "So... Just out of curiosity... How would someone go about making a lesson plan?"

He really shouldn't have been surprised by the shadow portal opened up beneath him. But he supposed he should be grateful it had spat him out in front of his house instead of half way across China.

That didn't stop him muttering curses he knew Macaque would hear.

--Chapter End--

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years ago

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Hi! I saw that your requests were open! Can I request the twst first years breaking into an all girls school that kidnapped fem reader? I can see them going in undercover lol. It can end either platonically or romantically!

omg this sounds threatening 😭😭 here's how it would go, I imagined they would work together so here it is, hope you like it

First years rescue you from an all-girls school

You were sadly forced into an all-girls school after a few people started pointing out how you didn't seem safe in an all-boys school. Not to mention NRC, a school known for rowdy students

You didn't want to go, but after you were forced to go there by your parents, your peers, etc, you went unwillingly

Grim wasn't allowed to go with you, and because of that he turned to your best friends for help: Ace and Deuce

Ace immediately said "yeah no we can't" but Deuce said that you were in need of rescue. You were their closest friend, who was gonna protect them from Riddle?!

They look for allies and so they turn to Epel. Ace knows that you and Epel were super close, with you two often hanging out together at lunch with them. Epel finds out you were stuck in a *gasp* nobility school for girls (look at this as something like a princess school haha) and he's like "NO WE'RE GOING TO SAVE THEM"

Jack and Sebek are going to be harder to convince. Jack is super good at following rules, and he says that it isn't a civil way to get you back to the school if they all just invade. They try their best to convince him, and after a lot of back and forth, he sighs and says he'll just tag along as backup.

Sebek says no, you weren't that important to him anyways. That is until Malleus seems to be rumbling the school with the fact that you suddenly disappeared. He tells Sebek that he misses you, and Sebek thinks to himself "If I get y/n back, Malleus will look at me as a trustworthy person" and so agrees to tag along with the other first years

The operation is going to be swift: Grim, Ace, Sebek, and Epel are going to run in. Then, Deuce and Jack will be there for defense with magic in case it happens. They all find out where your dorm is, and then from there, the plan begins

It's the dead of night and they basically do the sneakiest method of rescuing you: breaking your window.

The alerts go off, they're shouting at each other to get you to safety, some students are trying to shoot them down with magic, they run away on their broomsticks. It's super chaotic, but Epel shouts at the school how they need to practice their aiming while you just sit there in Jack's arms still tired and sleepy

How will all of this sudden rescue mission get solved in the news, school relations, etc.? Who knows, but for now Crowley says that the first years did a horrible feat, but secretly he's happy your back too haha

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst first years #twst ace #twst ace trappola #twst deuce #twst deuce spade #twst epel #twst epel felmier #twst jack #twst jack howl #twst sebek #twst sebek zigvolt #anon ask #fem!reader

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blackjackkent · 7 months ago

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Stopped by Dammon's forge to get Karlach's next upgrade!

As with their first encounter back at the refugee camp in Act 1, I think Karlach's the one really driving this and Rakha just tags along and hands over the infernal iron when asked. She is invested in Karlach getting her repairs - even Rakha is not immune to Karlach's overwheming friendliness, and Karlach has been one of those with the most influence on Rakha's own developing outlook. But she doesn't have any idea how the repair might work and is basically just following directions for whatever Karlach feels is best (and is also really preoccupied by her own shit today).

So she mostly just listens quietly as Dammon delivers his news.

"I only need one more piece of infernal iron to craft an insulating chamber that could make it possible for Karlach to--"

"--touch people?!"

"Exactly."

Rakha watches silently as Dammon takes the piece of iron they found, works it slowly and methodically into the shape he needs. She watches as Karlach pulls open her armor to slot the piece into place against the mechanism under her ribs. She watches Karlach's expression morph from hope to eager anticipation.

"There. So did it... work?"

"Only one way to find out," Dammon says with a smile.

Rakha and Karlach have discussed before how Karlach longs for a hug. Rakha cannot recall ever having given anyone a hug, and this doesn't feel like the moment she wants to start (certainly not with the mood she's in). But Karlach looks at her expectantly...

She remembers Wyll touching her sometimes on the arm or shoulder in moments of strain, and the comfort it has brought her. And mimicking that, she reaches out and lays a hand on Karlach's shoulder, feeling the muted heat pulse up through armor and glove into her palm.

Karlach relaxes visibly, sagging a little into the touch. "You feel so nice..." she murmurs.

It's not a compliment Rakha has ever been paid before. But it stands as a nice contrast to the absolutely terrible night she's had, saturated with brutal thoughts.

-----

Dammon goes on to explain that it is not all good news - Karlach will not be able to live indefinitely if she remains in the material plane. Insulation or not, the engine will eventually kill her.

Karlach's response to this news fascinates Rakha. "I never wanted to live forever," she says fiercely. "I just want to live good."

At first, after the nautiloid, Rakha's focus was entirely on survival. Now, with Sceleritas's instruction hanging coldly in the back of her mind, she is coming to grips with desires beyond that - desire to fight back, to not cede control to the beast. To choose.

To live good. She isn't sure she can say it with the open-hearted optimism that Karlach can. She isn't even sure she has a right to. And she still wants with fierce animal instinct to continue to survive and to destroy the things that hurt her and her companions.

But she files this away alongside all the other statements that have formed the pillars of her few months of consciousness thus far.

-----

"Listen," Karlach says later, "I'm never going back. If you said I could die right now or live a thousand years in the Hells, I'd choose to go out now with my freedom intact. I don't expect anyone to understand that - but I've been dealt a hand most people don't have to contemplate playing."

"I respect your decision," Rakha answers. She hears her own thoughts reflected in Karlach's words - that developing need to choose and stand against outside forces.

Karlach smiles. "Thanks, soldier. Your support means I've got one less thing to worry about. That means a lot to me. You really are the best of the best - of the best."

Rakha doesn't answer. She wonders whether Karlach would say that if she could see inside Rakha's skull where the beast urge sits, where the images lurk of all the death and destruction it wants - of Isobel bleeding from eyes and mouth, of Last Light's Harpers chewed to pieces by darkness, of Karlach's own body bursting apart in a shower of ash.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #this one's a bit stream of consciousness XD #rakha is such a weird mosaic reflection of every conversation she's ever had

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slut4thebroken · 9 months ago

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Attention writers !!!

(Or anyone who uses google docs lol)

So for a while now I’ve been trying to find a new app to use because I literally have so many wips (around 160 JUST for cillian💀) and it gets overwhelming when I’m trying to look and see what I’m in the mood to write. Google drive helps organize them a little bit, but it’s not really enough imo.

So I came across an app called Obsidian. It’s a little tough to figure out honestly, but once you get the hang of it, it’s super easy. However, my little neurodivergent brain doesn’t like change lmao so I was really hesitant to switch over to that app completely because I like using Google docs for writing (Also Obsidian doesn’t have an underline option??? Lol). BUT I really really liked that you could have folders AND tags. But at the same time, you have to pay to use it across devices so I couldn’t transfer everything on my laptop from docs like I did when I tried using word. And also it did that thing where when you copy and paste from docs into somewhere else, the spacing between paragraphs gets fucked up and as I said before, I have 160+ fics… I’m not fucking going through each one and fixing the spacing😭 So I was about to just accept defeat and keep using docs, but then I literally came up with the best idea in the entire world🤭

TLDR: I don’t like google docs with how many wips I have and I needed an app with better organization than just what google drive offers. I finally found one and figured out a way to have it all organized and easy to find, but still let me write in docs (cause I don’t like change lmao)

Now I’m gonna explain how I use it lol

It has an option for “vaults.” So far I’ve made one for my cillian fics and one for all my c.ai bot stuff. I’m also gonna make one for dc stuff eventually lol but you get the idea

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In those vaults, you can have folders that the notes go in. Mine are just the characters I write for

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So what I did was I made the note title whatever the doc was titled, added the tags, and then added the link to the original doc so when I click it, it opens it in the google docs app. (To add the link, open docs and stay on the “home page” don’t go in a specific document. Click the three dots next to the title and then click copy link and that’s it lol)

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Also when you click on “files” above all of the folders, it takes you to this

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Clicking on “tags” shows all of the tags you’ve used and you can click on one to find a fic. So if I’m in the mood to write angst, I’ll click the angst tag and it’ll show me all of my wips that have angst

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You can also change the appearance to light/dark mode (I made it dark so you could see the contrast of the screen shot on this post but I’m just now realizing that ppl probably have tumblr in dark mode lmao. Whatever) and change the accent color to whatever you want.

You can also rearrange the order of the toolbar (above the keyboard). So I put the ones I use the most (tag, undo, redo, etc) in the front so I don’t have to scroll. You should explore the app too because there are a lot of things you can customize.

Anyway that’s pretty much it. I really recommend this method if you’re someone who has a lot of documents. It takes a while putting the existing docs in, but after that you just have to add them as you create new ones which barely takes any time at all

#writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writer stuff #writer help #idk how to tag this post lol

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tiny-wooden-robot-fics · 7 months ago

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Against the Tide - Twenty-One

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character, Silvio Ricci x Original Female Character Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach), Silvio Ricci (Ikemen Prince), Olivia DuBois (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent, Pirates and Princes, Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Worldbuilding, Angst, Some Subtle Racism, Sexual Tension, Political Subplot

Previous Chapter: Twenty | Next Chapter: Twenty-Two

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“I owe you a thank you,” she says to him. “For persuading your father to hear Barnes out.”

It’s Silvio’s turn to shrug. “I don’t need your thanks.”

His words are cold, and it twists something small and painful inside Olivia’s chest. “Silvio?” She calls his name softly, speaking to him the way one might speak to a wounded animal they’re trying not to scare away.

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As expected, Jarron Barnes doesn’t look happy.

“You should wipe that look off your face,” Silvio tells him. “You got off easier than I was expecting you to.” He spares a quick glance at Olivia. “And you’re lucky she decided not to mention anything about the kidnapping.”

Barnes doesn’t reply, but his sour expression tells them both everything they need to know about how he feels.

“It’s not forever,” Olivia says, her tone slightly more sympathetic. She understands how frustrating this must be for him; though his methods were wrong, his motives were not. “Silvio’s right - you were lucky not to get any time in prison, and since probation is just a few short years, you can still enjoy life on Vora and be there to witness the birth of its new government.”

“Small comfort that is when somebody else is taking credit for my ideas,” Barnes mumbles, shooting a pointed glance at Silvio.

“Nobody’s taking credit for your ideas, asshole,” the prince snaps. “And even if everything you suggested comes to fruition, you won’t be solely responsible for making it happen. Have some self-awareness, why don’t you?”

Barnes opens his mouth to respond, but Olivia speaks first. “We could go back and forth like this all day,” she sighs, “and nothing would come of it.” She turns back to face Barnes. “Like I said, it’s not forever. Take care of your restitution, be on your best behavior for the next five years, and do what you can to help Vora and support it.”

Once again Barnes falls silent. Then, without warning, he turns to Olivia. “I guess I do owe you a thank you,” he starts sullenly, his words quiet and his eyes looking at the ground somewhere near her feet. “For not saying anything about the kidnapping.”

Olivia shrugs. “There was no harm done in the long run,” she explains, “and while you went about getting things done the wrong way, your intentions weren’t all bad.”

For some reason, her words make him chuckle. “Yeah… I can see why you’re such a hot commodity around here.”

She’s still left wondering what that means after Barnes is led away, leaving her alone with Silvio.

“I owe you a thank you,” she says to him. “For persuading your father to hear Barnes out.”

It’s Silvio’s turn to shrug. “I don’t need your thanks.”

He isn’t looking at her. She can see his jaw twitching, evidence of the way he’s clenching his teeth. For a moment silence hangs between them, and then he speaks again. “What the fuck do you even see in him, Livvy?” The question comes out quickly, the words jumbled together almost as though he’s forcing them out.

Olivia’s first thought is that he’s questioning her about Barnes. When what he really means sinks in, however, she draws in a sharp breath. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yeah,” Silvio replies. This time he does look at her. “At least tell me what I lost to.”

“It isn’t like that, Silvio.”

“It is, and you know it is,” he scoffs. “So tell me what you see in him.”

“He’s kind,” Olivia starts quietly. “It may not seem like it to you - or to many other people - but he is. He looks out for the people in his care. He remembers all the little details about the men on his crew. He knows all the things that make up who they are, and he treats them accordingly. He’s generous, he’s clever, he’s thoughtful… he’s more prone to sentiment than you might think---”

“You’re right,” Silvio interjects. “I shouldn’t have asked. I guess I didn’t really want to know after all.” He shakes his head. “But what now? How do you build a life with someone like him?”

She raises her eyebrows. “Is that another question you don’t really want to know the answer to?”

Her question gives him pause. He looks briefly away from her, his eyes on his parents standing at the other end of the large meeting room where Barnes’ inquest was held. The room is starting to empty out, and he sighs as his gaze lands back on her. “I never got over you,” he says. There is something he’s let creep into his voice, something Olivia wonders if he’s aware of himself. It sounds like pain. “I never let myself get over you because I always imagined you’d come around. I thought…” He trails off, then starts again. “I thought the life you have now was just something you needed to get out of your system. Something you’d enjoy for a few years until you’d had a sufficient taste of what it was like. I should’ve known better than that, I suppose. You were never meant for a life like this.”

“But there was always a part of me that was thinking you would come around,” he continues. “Or maybe that part of me was just engaging in wishful thinking. I slept with other women, but I never wanted anything serious. I couldn’t, because what if you changed your mind and came back? What if you decided one day that you did want to marry me?”

His words are like a knife, seeking out the most tender parts of her heart and slicing them to ribbons.

“Don’t give me that look,” he mumbles grouchily. “That looks suspiciously like pity, and I hate that shit.”

“I’m sorry,” she says softly.

“I know you would’ve been miserable with me,” Silvio admits with a sigh. “I knew that back then, and I know it now. Nothing has changed about any of this except the fact that even though I never really had you, I lost you to a man everyone kept telling me was better than me in every way. I lost you to a man who, on paper, should never even be able to compete in the same league as me. He’s a fucking pirate, Livvy. Do you know how humiliating it was to lose the woman I love to a fucking pirate?”

His present-tense use of the word ‘love’ doesn’t escape her notice. “I wish you would stop saying it that way,” she tells him. “I’m not a prize to win or lose, Silvio. I’m a human with feelings - feelings that even I couldn’t predict.” She inhales deeply and lets that breath out in an exhale, hoping that it doesn’t sound too much like a sigh. “You have to know that I didn’t foresee things turning out like this.”

“I know,” he relents, grudgingly. “But a whole hell of a lot of good that does me now… right?” He sighs, and before Olivia can respond he’s speaking again. “I suppose if nothing else, I have him to thank for my closure.” To her surprise, he offers her a bitter smile. “So thank him for me, yeah? Thank him for being the reason I could finally move on and let you go.”

Olivia isn’t sure what to say to that. He’s smiling, but it’s bitter and full of sadness, and it makes her heart ache. “Silvio--”

“Let’s make a success of this - Vora’s new government,” he interrupts her breezily, already turning away from her. “One last thing we get to do together, right?”

He doesn’t wait for her to answer.

“You know,” Prisca starts, “I seem to remember not long ago, there was a headstrong young woman that worked for me who swore up and down that she wasn’t interested in anybody. Less than a year ago, that was… But rumor has it that that same young woman’s part of a set now.” She smirks at Olivia over the rim of her coffee mug. “You happen to know anything about that?”

“‘Long months in close quarters make for unpredictable events,’” Olivia mutters, echoing her mother’s words from what seems like a long time ago. “God, I can’t believe my mother was actually right about me… though not in the way she thought she’d be.”

Her expression makes Prisca laugh. “Mothers have a way of doing that, you know. It’s purely to piss us off.”

“I’ll say.” She takes a sip of her own coffee. It isn’t quite dawn, and the tavern is still quiet, most of its patrons having stumbled up to their rooms or back to their ships less than a quarter of an hour ago. Olivia knows the peace and quiet of this time will be short-lived; soon Prisca will have a morning rush, and the cycle of business will begin anew.

“Wasn’t hard to see it coming though, Livvy,” Prisca asserts. “He’s been head over heels for you since that first day he asked me if you were for hire.”

“I’m sure that isn’t true.”

“It is,” the older woman insists. “A body only had to look at him whenever you were in a room to know how he felt about you. He may have busied himself with other girls, but I’d bet everything in my money chest he was just passing the time until you came around.” She looks past Olivia’s shoulder, to the open door of the Sundance. “And if you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask him yourself?”

Puzzled, Olivia turns and follows Prisca’s gaze. “Oh,” she says softly, when she spots him standing in the doorway.

“Come on in, Grimm,” Prisca calls, as she pushes away from the table and stands up. She addresses her next words to Olivia. “I’m gonna get started on peeling the potatoes,” she tells the younger woman. “Take your time - I’m just getting a head start and there’s no need for you to rush and join me.” With one last knowing look and a smile, she heads in the direction of the kitchen.

“Hi,” Olivia says, when he’s seated himself in the chair Prisca vacated.

“Hey, beautiful.”

The way he looks at her when he says it makes her want to cover her face. She raises her mug to her face instead, taking another sip of her coffee. “Would you like some coffee?” She asks, poised to go to the kitchen and pour him a mug.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirks, reaching over and plucking her mug from her hands. He never breaks eye contact with her even as he raises it to his lips, and Olivia has to once more fight the urge to cover her warm face. When he’s taken a sip and pushed the mug back into her hands, he speaks again. “She’s right, y’know.”

“Hm?” She’s busy looking down at the mug in her hands. She lifts it to her mouth, placing her lips over the place where his lips were just seconds ago. There is something about the gesture that makes it feel almost as intimate as the things they get up to when they’re in bed together.

“She’s right,” he repeats, when he has her full attention again. “Thought it would hurt my ego to say it, but I guess I’m not the man I used to be.” He chuckles. “I wanted ya from the day I met ya, and not just to have in bed. I knew if you’d have me, I’d never touch another woman… wouldn’t even wanna look at another woman.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come around,” Olivia replies softly.

“What for? It was worth the wait,” he grins. He reaches out, and Olivia thinks he means to swipe her coffee again. He bypasses the mug and lifts her hand to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it. “Don’t ever let me wake up from this dream, yeah?”

He stands, letting go of her hand to cup her cheek in his palm. Olivia knows what’s coming when he leans down, but it’s still a pleasant surprise when he presses his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. “I’ll come find ya later,” he promises, the words whispered into the corner of her mouth right before he pecks her there.

“Try to stay out of trouble,” she smiles after him as he leaves.

He smirks back at her from the doorway. “Now why would I do that?”

“Livvy!” Prisca calls from the front. “You got a visitor.”

Her first thought is that perhaps it’s Grimmjow again. She knows it hasn’t quite been two hours since she saw him last, and she is almost loath to admit that even the smallest bit of time spent away from him now feels like an eternity.

“Coming,” she calls back, rinsing the soapy plate in her hand and setting it carefully in the drying rack with its mates. Quickly drying her hands on the towel hanging from her apron, she makes her way to the front.

She lets out a gasp of surprise when she sees who her visitor is. “Daisy!”

The young woman beams back at her. “Hello, Lady Olivia,” she says, dipping into a curtsey. “I wanted to see where you worked.”

“You came all the way here by yourself?” Incredulously, Olivia looks around. The tavern is only about half full, and no one seems to be paying the younger woman any mind.

“Kenny brought me,” Daisy answers.

“Oh.” She tries not to let the word sound like what it is - a sigh of relief. “Where is he now?”

“He went on, to the Hellcat,” the younger woman explains. “Said he was going to go see the Captain, but that he would come back and collect me after a little while.”

Olivia nods in understanding. “Would you like something to eat or drink?”

“Some coffee would be nice,” Daisy says shyly. “It smells really good.”

“Wait right there,” Olivia smiles. “Actually, pick a table. I’ll bring coffee and join you for a bit.”

When she gets back with the tray of coffee, she finds Daisy sitting at a table in the back corner, her hands folded in her lap as she quietly observes the other patrons. Olivia joins her, pouring coffee and pushing one mug towards Daisy while keeping the other for herself. “Help yourself to whatever you like,” she says. She points at the small silver pitcher and the bowl. “Cream and sugar if you take it that way.” Daisy thanks her and prepares her coffee. “Ahhh,” she breathes, after the first sip. “It tastes even better than it smells.”

“Prisca’s been making this coffee for years,” Olivia smiles. “She’s got it perfect.”

“I’ll say.”

“So… things seem to be going well with Kenny,” Olivia starts.

Daisy’s cheeks flush pink. “I really like him,” she admits, her voice soft. “And he… he really likes me.”

“I can tell.” Olivia resists the urge to laugh, thinking of how inseparable the two of them were on the journey home from Vora.

“He’s gone down to talk to the Captain about something,” Daisy reiterates. “And I came to ask you something.”

“Oh?” Curious, Olivia raises her eyebrows and inclines her head, indicating she’s ready to hear whatever it is.

“I wanted to ask you,” Daisy fidgets in her seat a bit, looking down into her coffee. “If it would be okay for me to come with you when you go back to Vora.”

Surprised, she stares at the younger woman. “With me?”

“Yes,” Daisy nods. “Maybe not as your lady’s maid if you don’t need one. Just as… a helper.”

Still a little stunned, Olivia shakes her head. “But… Daisy,” she starts gently, “you know I’ll be there for at least two years, right? This isn’t just a visit where I’ll be staying for a few weeks and then coming back to Clario. This is,” she pauses, the gravity of the words hitting her hard. “It’s not a permanent stay, but it is long term.”

“I know,” Daisy nods with a smile.

“What about your mother? And the queen? Weren’t you training to take over for your mother before you left Clario?”

“I was. But in my absence, my mother began training my sister. She’s only a year younger than me, and she would have learned anyway.”

Olivia chuckles; she can’t help it. “Oh, Daisy,” she sighs helplessly, when her laughter has subsided a bit. “It seems I’ve rubbed off on you in more ways than one, and for that I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Daisy chirps brightly. “My mother wasn’t upset, you know. She says life at sea must have done me good because I’m less timid and mousy now than I was when I left.” She smiles. “And believe it or not, she really likes Kenny too.”

“I’m glad to hear it, on both counts,” Olivia says sincerely. “And if coming to Vora is what you want, then I’ll be happy to have you along. Is that what Kenny’s gone to see the Captain about?”

Daisy nods. “He wanted to ask if it was ok for me to come along on the Hellcat.”

“I’m sure the Captain will be alright with it,” Olivia tells her. “He’s very fond of you.”

“Though not as fond as he is of you,” Daisy laughs.

“Now I’m sure of it,” Olivia laughs with her. “I’m definitely rubbing off on you.”

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toubledrouble · 2 years ago

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Since you guys seem to like my chem teacher, I might just introduce the other teachers too

CZECH

Strict but also not

Tells us innapropriate jokes

Hangs candy on a tree that's hanging over her fence so kids passing by can take it

Has been present at the centre of Velvet revolution while pregnant. This woman was growing a new human inside of her body and still wanted to be present at the square when Gott and Kryl sang the national anthem

Was interested in a book I brought to class one day so much that she wanted to borrow it

Loves Dead poets society

Literally a manager of an orchestra

Lets us eat during class

Has a resignation letter thing ready at all times in case she just decides to quit, she's prepared for anything

She can be absolutely terrifying but she's also an absolute sweetheart and she teaches so well

When Adam tagged her (as in "tag you're it") she laughed and then ran up to me and tagged me

Disappointed by the lack of knowledge about culture we have

Honestly she's an icon idk what to tell you

Cool teaching methods

Probably will yell at you when you say something stupid but she's actually calm and that yelling somehow works to fix your stupidity? It's magic or something

Told us how many marks we need for her to be able to give us the final mark and let us just chill when we had them, no more tests

She just knows so much stuff

Her son is a doctor, ex army doctor I think? She must have passed the cool smart genes to her kids

Apparently one time I gave her some work of mine to read and then forgot it but she remembers? I'm so afraid what kind of cringe that must have been

Doesn't call me just by my name but by a sort of nickname (literally not even my own mom uses the affectionate version of my name)

Promised to give me a chocolate after partaking in the czech olympics regionals

Literally more proud of me than my family haha

Also teaches German. But speaks even Russian and I think French? And a bit of Latin. And obvi English.

Travelled a lot in her youth, it seems?

Keeps calling herself a grandma xd

Has absolutely stellar hearing and idk how she does that

She's an lgbt ally, yay!

Also wants equal marriage if she can be in a registered partnership (because she doesn't want to get married, she considers it long, boring and unnecessary at her age. And she doesn't need the benefits that marriage has)

Once described types of men using trees... It was a very interesting conversation

Accepted the fact that instead of a summary of one book I wrote about how it represents a metaphor for something because I misunderstood the wording of the assignment. She didn't let it slide with one other guy because he literally wrote the thing that showed up when you searched it up on Google but she let me and my explanation of three different ways the metaphor can work live and honestly I love her for that

Sometimes makes German grammar references in class and makes the russian-taking group confused

Tells us fun facts about the works we talk about in literature

Always says everything how it is

Will call you an idiot (affectionate)

HISTORY

Plays the guitar - both electric and acoustic

Was at a Pink Floyd concert recently

Has a motorcycle

And a cool aviator-like leather jacket (refuses to tell us where he got it, it's top secret)

For some reason is dating our bio teacher and we kind of pity him because at least to us she's mostly a bitch lmao

Tells bad jokes and worse stories (but we love it)

Tells us random innapropriate historical facts (apparently Napoleon didn't last long in bed and idk why he knows that)

Or says something about his past career or family history (randomly drops in how his ancestor had to ski back from Italy after ww1 or something about a client whose family tree he made)

Loves romanticism era literature

Goes fishing

One time he told me I look like I'm going to die (I'm very pale and it was summer)

Used to be my English teacher and it was amazing, we we wrote a postcard from a vacation to our principal and he made a rude comment about him and then quickly told us not to write that

Laughs whenever I have to go to the student council meeting because we both know something about toilets is going to be said

Had me read in the school announcement thing because he remembered that I was in poetry reciting competitions

Also made me start the teacher's day with greeting them as colleagues and then saying "this is prof. *his name* but 20 years younger with a soft, velvety voice"

Actually made me read a second thing there recently because he thinks I have a nice voice

My father figure lmao

We had a totally peaceful discussion about ancient and modern history and which one is better (it's ancient history and I will die on this hill)

Took selfies with us on a trip

Complains about how "see? If they paid attention in their history class, they would see where it was going and this whole thing could be prevented"

When he decided to make me suffer and ask me questions in front of the board (verbal exam) he asked stupidly formulated questions so I gave him just as dumb answers ("and what are these men in the photo doing?" "standing in front of a vagon" *shocked laughter* "I mean, yes, but I meant what are their jobs or... You know" "well you didn't say that" "that's valid")

Makes fun reanactments of situations he's explaining (that could be colonising, class enemies, literally whatever) and it's so fun

But also likes to make me suffer. Literally touched a pen during class? Amazing tell me everything you know about the current situation of native Americans in America (we were talking about the American revolution and this was kind of off topic but I can't really complain because I knew anyways).

Knew I love Joan of Arc, had an assignment about her ready and it was a free topic that he didn't assign to anybody, still decided to make me write my assignment on the structure of society in the middle ages (which you have literally not even one slide of info about because it just isn't that complicated unless you want to go into unnecessary detail which he hates so I was forced into writing a slide about my opinion comparing the society in the middle ages with the current one)

Just enjoys giving me harder assignment with a smirk that makes me want to punch him so bad (still adore him tho)

After I tagged him at lunch (literally ran past him, punched him arm as I was in full speed sprint and yelled "you're it!" in the full dining hall), he called me and my friend (they were filming it) into his office and then turned to one of my friends, tapped her shoulder with one finger and said "you're it." and we honestly lost it

One time accidentally said the Romans had rectangular squares (instead of shields) and I had a fit of laugher and he attempted to send me to the hall to calm down but when I got up to go I literally collapsed on the floor in a stronger fit of laughter and he started laughing at me

Loves to recommend historical movies. Or criticise them, for that matter.

Shittalked one Marie Terezie series with me

Has extremely cool hair

We actually made a meme about him being the hottest teacher and I really hope he has seen it. I might print it and give it to him at the end of the year, who knows

One time during a gingerbread thing I will describe somewhere a bit lower, I needed to make a good symmetrical cross (+) but screwed up so I just turned it into The sword in the stone and joked about giving it to him. Our main teacher actually did give it to him and he thanked me in the hall and I was so confused because I had no idea

One time I accidentally sent him a meme instead of an assignment. A Henry VIII meme. A really bad one.

One time I sent him a meme on purpose, tho. One about Romulus and Remus. He asked me about it and then told me he will be looking forward to receiving more memes in the future

GEO/BIO (aka our main teacher)

Makes tremendous exams even worse by forcing you to recognise pictures of the stuff. Cultural heritage places, trees that look literally the same, freaking moss that you can't tell apart let alone based on a projected photo...

Made us do damn maps of every continent. But at least three for each - river systems, terrain, and then possibly just classic geography. Also made us remember the capitals of every single European state which made me want to stab her because despite being slavic i keep switching some of the balkan countries

Lab work. Just. Lab work is pain.

You know about these weirs streams where it's just someone peeling an egg? Yeah she made us go that during our lab work

Also forced me to go to the bio olympics and j hate her for that because I don't even like biology

Literally makes me and my friend aka the responsible ones do so much stuff that we have basically no free time so she can kiss my ass

I hate her sm

Complains about being overworked, proceeds to dump half her work on teenagers

She sucks most of the time

Only nice to our medic group

Like. She buys us food after competitions

That doesn't change the fact that she's evil and overworks me constantly. One time I screwed my shoulder up after a full day of running around and running errands and carrying stuff and running upstairs with it and-- yeah I was in pain so I don't like her

Actually made us spend part of our Christmas break in the school kitchens baking and decorating gingerbread and doing other arts and crafts for some charity thing. I love charity events but once again I was sick and tired and had no free time

Makes our medic club do a thing where we explain first aid to kids. This includes minimum time to eat, drink, or go to the bathroom. One time I got a fever and still had to stay there. When I finally got home, I passed out haha. Spent the next two weeks in agonising muscle pain with a cold and a fever. Once again I refuse to forgive her for making me stay there.

PHYSICS

Kind of a pedo if I'm being honest

Somehow always manages to mess up whatever he's explaining and teach us wrong information

Tests basically each class

Sometimes can be convinced to play physics themed Kahoot

Old man

Just... So weird and random

Muted the whole class on zoom during quarantine and then complained that noone responded (we were texting in the chat but he ignored that)

So many weird zoom stories

Has that shirt + beige pants fit

Does so much weird stuff that he refuses to explain because "that's between heaven and earth"

Please just elaborate for once

Exams fron things he never even talked about because why not

MATH

Sometimes tells us what nails she is planning to get

Always get the worst bowl/helmet cut and then when it finally grows out a bit she does it again. My heart weeps.

Once made someone cry during geometry??

Threw someone's pen from the window

Threatens to throw more stuff

Honestly so done with us sometimes

Rocks red and black fits most of the time

Wear a light scarf sometimes because it's cold

Keeps saying it's trivial (it either isn't or we're just stupid, jury's still out)

Wears heels all basically all the time

Probably so done with me because I just can't count haha

Loves us but sometimes we piss her off

Sometimes we just have gossip session about our main teacher because she dislikes her as well

Complains about the specific blue chairs we have and use sometimes and she's so real for that

MUSIC

Weird

Somehow made us watch psychological horror movie based on a fairytale (probably of German origin like the most of them) instead of... Idk. Something related to the class.

Going out consists of walking to a nearby pub/restaurant and sitting in the garden area

Or the basketball court thing

Thinks he is a local celebrity (he's not exactly correct)

English

The sweetest

Made us a traditional Ukrainian Christmas dish

Me and my friend made her a list of classic Czech movies we reccomend

Always says "girls, why are you so late?" when you come in not even a minute after the bell rings

Thought I'm from a bilingual family lol

Sometimes we discuss and compare Czech and Ukrainian traditions in English

Confusing pronunciation

One time she said the name Shakespeare in such a funny way but she's sweet so we don't want to tell her

Watched the new Puss in Boots movie with us in class, told us we can bring snacks

ART/P.E.

A lesbian

Has asthma

Loves art and art history

Seriously she's like me from another universe

Plays audiobooks during art class

Grades mostly based of effort

Made big canvas paintings with us and then decorated the school with them and that was something new and revolutionary

She's cool, I like her

Used to be an equestrian, apparently?

Makes art history quizzes on her insta stories

So many boob flower pots and sketches of women... I love it xd

Oh yeah she also does ceramics and makes cups and flower pots and stuff

RUSSIAN

Sweetheart as well

Used to be my English teacher before we switched groups

So done with pur group sometimes

Very excited to teach us the longest or funniest words like достопримечательности

One time she watched Masha and the bear with us during class

And Jen Počkej Zajíci (Ну погоди) even tho it's basically the same in all languages since there's minimum speaking

Also made us recite a poem about lunch during the week and I still remember it after rlike three years and I hate that

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