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heartpiratedrabbles · 1 year ago

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Kids Anger Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 ~

Kid X Fem Reader X Killer

The first thing is blinding numbness. Slowly becoming aware of your body, heavy and unmoving. You feel so tired yet you still try to move. Barely twitching a hand before practically flinching in pain. The subtle movement woke up the rest of your nerves as you try desperately to relax rather than tense up. You can feel your face scrunch and surprisingly it’s the only thing that doesn’t hurt, although it is sore and stiff. As the pain settles into your senses and you calm down, you can feel a blanket on top of you, even something stuck to your arm. Your shoulder and back ache the most but you don’t dare move for fear of another wave.

Finally, you allow your senses to open a little more and you can hear more of what’s happening around you. This felt like a dream, despite all the pain, you felt as though you were floating and sinking, heavy and light, truth be told if you were more aware the feeling would make you dizzy. There was talking happening but you couldn’t process the words, a hurried voice and some footsteps. You tried to turn your head in hopes of listening in but immediately stopped the second pain became too much.

You instead decide to relax your face, trying to open your impossible heavy eyelids. They felt glued shut as you slowly pried them open. Light quickly assaulted your eyes and quickly snapped them back shut, not prepared for the blinding light. This was frustrating, you couldn’t do anything, every small movement was torture, you couldn’t focus on anything without your head spinning. Despite all that you could feel movement on the bed around you, a light touch to either of your hands something cold that had made you slightly flinch to your chest.

Despite your best efforts to understand anything it was too much. You couldn’t think about anything, couldn’t move without pain, couldn’t listen in on what was said. The heaviness of your body was calling to you and you couldn’t resist it forever, so just as quickly as you had ‘woken up’, you were forced to go back to sleep.

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Kid paced the floor side to side. Kid sitting by your bedside. The doctor just left the room after checking over your condition. Killer had rushed for him when they saw you twitching a little bit but by the end of it you were still asleep and unmoving, the doctor reassuring the two that you just needed more time to overcome your mind and recover, reminding them to continue talking to you.

The poor doctor in question, who was practically forced to treat you, had slowly become use to the scary captain’s insistence on your condition. He was terrified when some of the pirate’s crew had barged into his office and kidnapped him to see his newest patient, but he was able to convince them to move you to the actual hospital, and despite being intimidated, they were paying him quite handsomely even when he gave vague news of your recovery.

Remarkably your wounds were starting to close, and the doctor, despite not approving of the methods used, was amazed at how clean and precise the gashes and stitches were. As it would turn out, using whiskey and rum to clean out your bullet wound every day had gotten rid of the infection by the time the doctor was looking you over. He saw the signs of slight blood poisoning but you seemed to have been able to fight it on your own, still though the IV bags you were getting included anti-biotics.

One of the two were always at your bedside, that is until even the doctor forced them out so they could take care of themselves, another crew member opting to tag in when they were away. It had been 4 day’s since being in an actual hospital and other than an emergency surgery when you got here to double check all the sutures and closing up smaller gashes you seemed to be healing well.

“Why isn’t she opening her eyes?” Kid paced before going to your side, Killer already sat on one side unmoving, studying your face.

“She is most likely still in shock. It’s a miracle she’s still alive with what crude methods you used but she’s fighting.” The doctor place the stethoscope to your chest to check your heart, “She’s breathing much better today. It’s no longer labored,” A nurse in the room was writing the updates down.

“And when will she wake up?!” Kid practically barked making the doctor flinch. Despite getting use to it, the person in front of him was still a notorious pirate captain.

“With any luck she’ll wake up any day now. But as I’ve said before her injuries themselves were enough to kill a regular person 5 times over. Her shoulder alone should have put her in her grav-“ The doctor stopped talking when he heard a punch behind him, no doubt to the already ruined wall, “She’s lucky to be alive Mr. Kidd. I cannot promise anything but I believe she’s been trying to wake up this entire time.” The doctor walked over to the nurse looking over the notes and discussed more about some treatments before handing the clipboard back. “If you need anything else, I’ll be right down the hall,” He added before walking out, knowing they’d tear apart the hospital if they couldn’t find him quickly.

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You wake up again, this time though with more determination, you don’t feel as exhausted as you had in the past. Your body, while still painful and sore, no where near as bad as the first time. You’ve slowly been able to make out the words around as time went on. A part of you couldn’t really believe that Kid and Killer were there. It felt more like a dream.

When you had passed out in the cell you had thought the image of Kid in front of you was a hallucination, and now that you hadn’t opened your eyes it felt like it had gone to auditory. You’d never known your Captain and lover to whisper so softly, nor had you ever thought you somewhat shy lover to encourage you to wake up if not only to beat kid up. If you could you would have chuckled when you heard to words reach your ears.

You feel a hand in yours and can hear gentle snoring and it takes some energy but you finally open your eyes, expecting to be blinded again you’re stunned more at having to adjust to only the subtle light from the moon coming in the window. You look down at your hand, seeing a sleeping Kid resting his head next to it. His snoring become all the much louder the more you wake up. You glance towards the window, not moving your head much and notice a figure in the corner.

A small smile falls on your lips as you try to speak, but notice just how weak your voice is. Killer comes closer to you, grabbing a glass of water and helping you drink it slowly, “Don’t speak, you’ve been out for nearly 3 weeks.” He whispers and you nod you head slightly while leaning further back squeezing Kid’s hand unconsciously. “Y/N.” Killer’s voice was serious and strained, and you watched him kneel down while taking his helmet off to look at you straight on, “You scared us. So much.” His voice was soft yet serious as he slowly took your free hand and brought it to his lips, holding it there with a gentle kiss.

Killers body shook and you couldn’t help but to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Don’t leave us again,” His voice was weak but it held a determination. The snoring to your right suddenly stopped for a second and you shifted your eyes to Kid. He stayed stilled and after another second or two the snoring resumed with a sharp inhale. You felt a chuckle bubble up into you, but it sent you into a coughing fit.

Quickly Killer rose to his feet grabbing the water again before rubbing your back. All the noise finally woke Kid up which shocked you as he normally slept like a rock, not even a scream would wake him and he jumps up getting his bearings.

Finally, his eyes land on yours, your wide-open eyes who were looking back at his. He grabs both your shoulders, patting them, both his real hand and his metal hand patting you until both hands are on either side of your face, moving it side to side in disbelief. Killer reaches over and slaps Kid up the back side of his head.

“Y/N?” Kid asks and you nod and he lets out the longest sigh, both his hands flexing open for a while before relaxing, “I’m. I’m sorry Y/N.” He stands there like a kicked up puppy, not knowing what to do, looking at the floor and you can’t believe what you’re seeing.

A laugh is making it’s way up your throat and you can hear Killer sigh, already getting the glass of water again as Kids eyes widen, saying he was going to get the doctor, leaving the room quickly.

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You’d been back on the ship for about a month now and while you still felt aches and pains you were healthy enough to do everything you had done before the incident. Most people had started to treat you the same, although with a bit of caution, a while ago. Killer still worried and watches you from afar constantly but never stops you from doing what you want.

Kid on the other hand was afraid to touch you. For the longest time neither of your lovers join you in bed, making the already large mattress all the lonelier. With some convincing both had joined you in bed, but the second you moaned out in pain in your sleep Kid immediately left, worried he had hurt you somehow.

Kid and Killer had gotten into multiple fights ever since, Killer on your side of sharing the bed as you had broken down to him of how lonely you felt, meanwhile Kid on his own side of thinking they’ll accidently hurt you. The night in question, you had a dream of being trapped in the cell again, the memories of being whipped until the Marines in charge were satiated with how much blood was pooled around you. And while Kid treated you gently he kept his distance rarely touching you.

Your anger finally bubbled over when you were tying a knot and Kid came up behind you, taking the rope from your hands and finishing the knot himself.

“What the fuck Kid!?” You snapped, and despite the fact that he was worried to hurt you physically, his fighting spirit was well and full.

“Y/N you’re still weak! You’ll hurt yourself!” He yells back to you, once again towering over you. The rest of the crew seemed to go into auto-pilot, leaving you too to fight as Killer made his way to the deck to watch from afar.

“I’m fine Kid. My shoulders fine. My back is fine. I can walk and talk. Everything is Alright! Let me do my fucking job” you snap back, shoving his shoulder a bit.

He stiffened up a bit, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I understand plenty Kid! You think I’m some weak little flower that need protecting! I don’t need you tip-toeing around me, I don’t need your guilty pity Kid. At least Killer lets me do things!” You yell at him, something in your heart finally settling since you’ve gotten back on the ship.

“That’s not it, Y/N.” Kid snaps back, both his hands grabbing your arms, “You were so close to death… You were barely breathing.” Kid stops squeezing your arms.

You realize what he’s feeling, going through it yourself when he had lost his arm. You grab one of his hand and bring it to your face, “Kid. I’m alive.” You move it to your heart, “It’s still beating. If not for you and Killer I’m sure this would be long gone.” You can hear his breathing hitch at your words. “I. Am alright. I, Am alive,” You bring his hand back up to his face, kissing his palm. “I may be scarred now, but I am here. And I’m not going anywhere.” You can tell Kid has tears brimming his eyes but that he’d never let them fall, “I only wish for you to treat me like me again.”

After a long silence Kid lets out a sigh. “Like I’d ever let you go Mouse,” He scoffs, moving his hand to your shoulder squeezing it a bit. You glance at Killer who is leaning against a wall “Who the fuck you lookin at when I’m right in front of you Mouse. I don’t care if it’s Killer, if he wants some he can come here,” Kid pushes you a bit before leaning down to kiss you.

#Kid X Reader X Killer #One Piece #One Piece X Reader #Kid #Killer #Angst #Part 4

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crappymixtape · 1 month ago

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among the stars • part three

PART I • PART II • PART III • PART IV • PART V • PART VI ❝ summer ended and everyone went back to school or to indianapolis for ‘real’ jobs – steve’s friends practically begged him to come to the city with them at the end of the summer, couch surf in their apartment until he finds work, but he decides to stay until one rainy night in october something happens – someone happens – and it changes the course of his life forever • 18+ | ( 3k, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, extraterrestrials, steve x reader )

H O P E L E S S F U L 🎶 earthing, vanbur

“I don’t know? Something about light years or–no, dumbass. Does it look like I watch Star Trek? Okay, okay. Sorry.”

Steve Harrington leaned against the wall of the room he’d deemed ‘the kitchen’, talking into a long, corded, communication device. There was a friend of his that might be able to help, one Dustin Henderson, but the way he was talking to him now didn’t sound very friendly at all.

The sun had risen and set twice since you’d crashed, the days here much shorter than home, and a sinking feeling had grown in the pit of your stomach.

At first you’d been encouraged by Steve’s blinding optimism, hopeful that maybe he’d be able to help you repair your comm link or at least sort through the crash to find something useful, but all your things had turned to ash and he barely knew how to adjust the settings on his own rudimentary time piece. Over the course of two short days your hope had dwindled.

Maybe you would never go home.

Glancing up at Steve, you caught him looking at the same time, and his cheeks flushed as he dropped his gaze, his voice lowering. Quiet.

“No, no. It’s fine. We’ll meet you over at Robin’s. Alright.” Hanging the corded device on its base, he gave you a flicker of a smile, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck, “Dustin says he might be able to help.”

You watched with wide, expectant eyes and his cheeks grew pink again.

“So–uh–we’re gonna meet up with him. See what we can figure out.”

“And who is Robin?” you asked, legs neatly tucked under you, sat with perfect posture in an old armchair.

“Oh, well–Robin’s my best friend.”

“Best friend?” your brow furrowed as you considered his words. “Is this like a life partner? One you procreate with?”

If Steve’s cheeks had looked red before, they were positively scarlet now.

“No–oh, Christ. No, I don’t have a–a life partner. Or kids–er–at least not my own kids,” he stumbled over his words, eyes glued to the floor as he walked toward the front entry. “C’mon, we should go.”

You stood from the chair, watching as he grew increasingly uncomfortable, your head tilted, considering him. “Have I offended you, Steve Harrington?”

He paused, hand on the door knob, and looked over his shoulder at you, a rough chuckle falling from his lips, “No, you haven’t offended me.” The expression on his face softened, warm amber eyes meeting yours, “You don’t have to use my full name. Just call me, Steve.”

“But isn’t that your name? Steve Harrington?”

Another laugh rumbled in his chest and your skin warmed at the sound.

“Well, yeah, but–“ his words melted into a hum of thought, and his hand fell away from the door as he turned to face you. “Here, why don’t you tell me your name?”

“I am Aerus-4,” pulling at the neck of your flight suit, you tugged it down to show the markings tattooed along your collarbone. Steve’s lips parted, but nothing came out. “Our titles are given at birth,” you explained, watching as slowly Steve closed his mouth, “The first is our planet and the second is our sector.”

“What do your friends call you?” he wondered and it was your turn to give him a look of confusion.

“Aerus-4,” you repeated.

Steve chuckled again and warmth bloomed in your chest, “We give each other nicknames here. Like shorter, better versions of the stupid names our parents give us.”

“Nicknames?”

“Yeah. Like, my full name is Steven Michael Harrington, but my friends call me Steve.”

“Just Steve,” you echoed, and he beamed, but it hit you quickly that you didn’t have a nickname because this place wasn’t home and you didn’t fit here. You didn’t want to be here.

The brilliant turquoise of your hair faded to a washed out grey.

“Oh,” Steve breathed, hand outstretched as he took a step forward.

“I am Aerus-4 and you are Steve. Just Steve,” you said, stepping around him toward the door, “And it would be disrespectful to keep your ‘best friend’ waiting.”

OH MY LIGHT TRIPS IS IT ON FIRE, IS IT COLD?

The method of transportation on Earth was archaic, you thought, as Steve navigated the way to Robin Buckley’s. There were no teleport stations and everything moved on wheels and required constant refueling. Basic public hovertram systems weren’t even available and it took forever to get from one side of Hawkins to the other.

Steve messed with a set of dials on his control panel the entire drive, making the sound coming from the comm system scratch and change between different people’s voices. You didn’t like any of it at first, but then he started singing along to the one he finally settled on, and it grew on you, soft and slow like a seed planted between your ribs.

“All my instincts, they return, and the grand facade, so soon will burn. Without a noise, without my pride, I reach out from the insiiide,” Steve sang softly under his breath along with the man on the other end. The sound was low and warm, settled in your ears and sent a zip of electricity through your limbs.

Clearing your throat, you shook your head as if to shake his voice from where it’d curled up at the back of your mind.

“Is this some kind of simultaneous comms transmission?” you asked, and it pulled Steve’s eyes from the road, brows pinched together in confusion.

“What, the radio?” he asked.

“Yes, the man on the other end is saying exactly what you’re saying.”

The corner of Steve’s mouth tugged up in a lopsided grin, “No, this is music. One of my favorites, actually. His name is Peter Gabriel.”

“This is music?” you asked incredulously, “This is nothing like music on Aesa.”

That made Steve laugh and you couldn’t help but smile, the sight squeezing dimples into Steve’s cheeks, and your skin grew warm again.

“To each their own,” Steve parried, then softened, “Smiling looks nice on you, should do it more.”

You dropped your gaze to your lap at the sudden attention, hair flushing a soft pink color as Steve bumped off the road and into the driveway of a small residence.

It was made of brick, moss clinging to the north side of the roof, and surrounded by a waist high, white, wooden fence. You weren’t sure what the point of it was, as it certainly wouldn’t do anything for protection, but a beep from the control panel pulled your attention back to the present.

“We’re here,” Steve nodded toward the small building and the door opened to reveal not only Best Friend Robin, but four others as well.

Your pulse quickened in your neck, your flight suit pinging a warning and sending red currents pulsing through the fabric.

“Are you–is something wrong?” Steve leaned in toward you, hand hovering at your forearm, expression curved in worry, and you shook your head.

“No. My suit needs to be serviced,” you lied, but he bought it and murmured a small sound of acknowledgement before climbing out and leaving you to panic.

“Oh my, god,” a taller girl with short, blonde hair gushed, hands clasped over her mouth. A shorter boy with twists of brown curls shoved her aside to get a better look and revealed another girl with brilliant orange hair, arms wrapped around a tall boy with rich, deep brown skin.

They were all talking over each other in an instant.

“…hair so pretty…”

“…they’re purple?”

“…not from here.”

Their words sent your hair racing through a shimmering rainbow of colors, unable to pinpoint what emotion squeezed tightly around you and freezing you to your seat until Steve appeared at your window.

“Hey,” he tapped at the glass and opened your door slowly, “It’s okay. They’re my friends. They’re here to help.”

You swallowed the uncertainty crawling up your throat, thoughts drifting to darker stories you’d heard back home. Stories of people from Tyr-9 being abducted and imprisoned on other planets. Subjected to experiments, research, torture…or worse.

A hand pressed into yours and you gasped at the sudden physical contact, eyes flicking down to find Steve’s thumb smoothing gently over the bump of your knuckles.

“Hey,” he said again, softer, and it pulled your eyes up to look into his. Bright, brilliant pools of amber, warm and gold like sunsets back home and the color of your hair melted into a deep gold. Calm. Ease.

Trust.

“I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he said, and in that moment you didn’t know why, you had absolutely no reason to, but you believed him. Despite his lack of weapons and poorly made clothing, you knew he meant what he’d said.

“Okay,” you whispered, and let him lead you from the car and into the house.

OH MY HEART SLIPS DO I NEED YOU, LOVE?

Robin Buckley’s home was furnished much the same as Steve’s, she even had what looked like was a matching arm chair, just as old as his. It was modest, cozy and simple, and not threatening, but your instincts had your hand ready at your side, one quick reach away from your dagger.

Steve led to you a larger sofa and sat down next to you, recounting the storm and the crash to everyone while they lingered in front of you both, sitting or standing, andstaring. There was, of course, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, the one who would help, Max Mayfield and her boyfriend Lucas Sinclair.

“–shoulder was injured. It looked really bad yesterday, but it seems to be healing fast. Like really fast.”

You turned to see Steve gesturing at the exposed swatch of skin at your shoulder where your suit had ripped, the gash nearly closed, and you quickly pulled your hair over it.

“Er-sorry,” Steve stuttered, and you let your gaze drop to your lap.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked quietly, and Steve quickly shook his head.

“No! No, you just…that cut on your shoulder looks like a scratch now and it’s only been a couple of days. It should’ve needed stitches.”

You looked up at the four sets of eyes studying you, your thigh pressed to Steve’s.

“We just mean you’re healing very fast. Faster than we do here on Earth,” Dustin added gently and you glanced over at Steve who gave you a small reassuring smile.

“And you don’t need to sit around in those old clothes,” Robin chimed in, the smile on her face warm and kind, “You can totally borrow a hoodie and some jeans or whatever you need. We look like we’re close to the same size.”

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Steve muttered and Dustin snorted.

“Because you have a one-track mind.”

“Watch it, Henderson.”

“What? You do.”

“He’s not wrong,” Max agreed with a shrug.

Steve folded his arms over his chest with a grumble, “Can we please just tell us what the hell we’re gonna do?”

“Right,” Dustin clapped his hands, and you jumped at the sudden sound, but Steve took your hand again.

It’s okay.

“Let’s start with what we know,” the boy pulled a large pad of paper into the room on an easel. “The ship isn’t functional anymore, so getting in and flying back isn’t an option,” he scratched a black mark over a line of writing and it made your stomach twist. “We also can’t repair it, I don’t even know where we’d get parts,” he added, scratching over the next line and it made your hair flicker between dark purple and navy blue. “But!” he added, pointing at the third line of writing, “Comms are definitely an option.”

“Comms?” Robin asked skeptically, hands planted on her hips.

“Yes. I’m sure your technology is more advanced than ours,” Dustin said looking at you, and the nod and eye roll you gave him back earned you a laugh. “Okay, much more advanced than ours,” he amended, and you couldn’t help a small smile, “But the basics still apply.”

Turning to the pad of paper he flipped to the next page to reveal a poorly drawn spire with discs and antenna's and a small control panel.

“I’m almost positive Cerebro II can get a signal out past the thermosphere, if not right into the exosphere.”

“In English, dickhead,” Steve grumbled and Dustin kept going, completely unbothered.

“It can send radio waves into space, which is the best chance we have of someone picking up our signal. It’d have to be rudimentary. You know, like, single words or phrases? But it’d be enough to get anyone within range’s attention.”

Your heart hammered against your ribcage at the thought of reaching the others from your party. Even if it was just coordinates they would be close enough to pinpoint your location and–

Bring you home.

“Can we go now?” you cut in, startling everyone and pulling their eyes to you, and your hair flushed pink again.

Dustin gave you a big, toothy smile, “If the sky’s are clear, we’ll go tonight.”

Steve’s fingers squeezed at yours before quickly letting go, tucking his hands into his lap and scooting away from you, taking his warmth with him.

“That’s perfect. Great–really great–we’ll be ready,” he said with a flicker of a smile, but you detected dishonesty from him. Why would he lie? But before you could give it another thought, the couch sunk down next to you when Robin filled his spot.

“C’mon, let’s get this gross thing off you,” she said, nose crinkling up at how dirty your flight suit was, covered in ash and burns and tears.

You immediately looked to Steve, help, and it pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Oh–yeah,” he added, standing with Robin, “I’ll be right outside the door, hm?”

Robin held a hand out to you and you gave Steve one more look, Is it safe? And he nodded gently, encouraging, and you took her hand as she eagerly pulled you down the hallway to her room, Steve hurrying to catch up.

YOU WERE BORN EARTHING, EARTHING.

She’d been right. You and Robin were almost the exact same size, just a touch shorter than she was. She and Steve had waited out in the hallway, giving your privacy to change, and as you stood looking at yourself in the mirror, you wondered how anyone did anything here with clothes like this.

Robin had given you a dark green hoodie and it fit well, as did her black pants and shoes, but you felt weird, uncomfortable, vulnerable to the elements. Your locks of hair had faded back to their usual turquoise, your purple skin in stark contrast with the green fabric running down your arms. When your eyes trailed down your legs, you shook your head – pants full of holes? What was the point?

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hey, you okay in there?” Steve’s voice came through the door and you opened it with a scowl on your lips, startling them both.

“Robin Buckley, your pants are full of holes,” you stated very seriously and she gave you a just as serious look back.

“That��s how they’re supposed to be.”

You both stared at each other for a long second, neither breaking face, and Steve’s eyes flicked back and forth between you.

“Oookay. Looks great! Thanks, Robs,” he said, slicing the awkward silence in half. Then, taking your hand, he tugged you back out to the front room only for you to find it empty.

“Has Dustin Henderson left already?” you asked, panic crawling up your throat. What if you missed it?

“No, no,” Steve assured you, “He took Max and Lucas up to Weathertop so they can run a few tests.”

“What is a Weathertop?”

“Oh, it’s the hill where he keeps Cerebro II.”

Your brain swirled, fuzzy, hazy.

Cerebro II. Weathertop. Robin Buckley. Earth. Dustin Henderson. Flying isn’t an option. Healed too fast. Purple skin and turquoise hair and not from here and–

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay–”

“No! It’s not, Steve Harrington!” you cut his words in two and he recoiled as your hair bled into a deep, bruising violet, “It’s not okay!” Your chest constricted, too tight as you struggled to pull air into your lungs. “I’m not okay, this is not okay. I’m never going to get home and I’m stuck on this planet where–where nothing makes sense and–”

“But–”

“–and I don’t have a–a nickname! And I’m not like you! Or your friends! It’s hopeless,” your voice cracked, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes.

“It’s not hopeless,” Steve said quietly, gently taking your chin between his fingers and tilting it up so that your eyes met his. “At least not yet,” he added earnestly.

Your tears welled against the line of your lashes and despite your efforts, you blinked and they spilled over, tracing slow tracks through the freckles chasing across your cheeks. You were determined, stoic, silent, unwavering and still and he was…everything you weren’t. Soft, but strong, brave, but vulnerable, steady, but willing to shift.

Sweeping your tears away with the pad of his thumb, Steve wiped them on his sleeve. “Can I give you a nickname?” he asked, and it pulled your gaze up again. Amber eyes. Pools of gold. Warm. Safe.

“But we’re not friends, Steve Harrington.”

“Sure we are,” he countered, then added softly, “How about Ru? Is it okay if I call you that?”

“Ru?” you echoed and he smiled.

“Yeah. Ru, short for Aerus.”

The corner of your mouth flickered and tugged up, the vice squeezing at your chest slowly spinning loose.

“Ru,” you said again, smiling, and Steve grinned.

“Nice to meet you, Ru. Friends?” he stuck his hand out to you and you took it.

“Friends.”

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART TWO OF A ??? PART SERIES – MORE TO COME SOON ]

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kamiversee · 1 year ago

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The F*ck List (semi-official) Breakdown.

The following was submitted by my lovely ☃️anon, & I needed to make this it’s own post given how long it is, my replies & clarifications are written in between this breakdown & theory (Ex: A/N > Etc.).

Here, you’ll find majority of details you may have missed & maybe even more to think about. Enjoy :)

(wc; 5.7k) (content; spoilers ofc)

holy shit Kami. i literally had to take the entire day to process everything. before anything else, i need you to know that you've created an absolute masterpiece. TFL was the first fic i ever cared to keep up with and it has set the bar impossibly high for any other writer out there. please take your time with TFL 2, i'm so excited to read your other work!! also a break sounds like it would be so good for your mind considering how long you've dedicated yourself to this story 😭😭😭 you're seriously impressive. heads up, i didn't proofread this at all bc i finished typing this at 4 am LMFAO so forgive me if it's all scrambled and makes no sense.

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A/N > Thank you for taking the time to write this breakdown, I seriously appreciate it so I wanted to take my time in responding to it & engaging with you :)

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now, on to the yap. i deadass cracked my knuckles before typing all this out.

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A/N > You’re so real for tht ngl

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i reread the entirety of TFL from chapter 1 and my brain is so melted from analyzing that i'll prob find more details tomorrow after i sleep on some theories 😭 BUT HOLY FUCK YOU REALLY WEREN'T KIDDING WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE HINTING AT GOJO'S OBSESSION SINCE LITERALLY THE FIRST CHAPTER??? the fucking hint being that "Gojo's desire for you is so strong it's almost frightening." GIRLLLLLL 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

your foreshadowing and referencing is insane. idk if you intended a lot of it, but a lot of it caught my eye.

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A/N> I TOLD YOU GUYS IVE BEEN DOIN IT SINCE THE FIRST CHAPTER !! Okay not exactly but like there was a vibe I had from the first chapter & when I later came up with the twist & went back and saw that everything would connect perfectly ^.^

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chapter 7; the reader and Gojo have lighthearted banter about how the reader "started this" situation.

"I made a mistake." [reader]

"A good one."

"Bad one." You correct.

this was regarding a completely different situation but it baffled me how much it connects to the plot itself; the reader making the "mistake" of leaving her door open, and how it lead to months full of trauma and love. probably completely unintentional, but such a good detail.

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A/N > Very intentional btw, it’s supposed to be known that, in a sense, Gojo x reader is forbidden :)

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Choso's still staring at you intently, "What version of you would someone not like?"

The way he words his question only furthers that little feeling in your chest. It's almost as though he were implying that any and all versions of you would be acceptable in his eyes. - Chapter 16

THE WAY WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT CHOSO WOULD STICK BY US REGARDLESSSSSSSS AAAAAA WE'RE SO BLIND!!! i just hope this stays true to the sequel :')

"No, I wish you didn't have to hate me." He says, shutting his eyes again and sucking in a deep breath, "B-But... it's uh, It's okay. I can live with you hating me." - Chapter 21

AAAA WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!! WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS WAS FORESHADOWING OUR FUTURE WITHOUT GOJO 😭😭😭 how he can live with the idea of the reader hating him so long as she's happy with Choso, especially considering his later revelations of how twisted his actions were and how if you stuck with him, he'd view you differently. fuck.

You despise the fact that he loves you. To you, it's almost entitled for him to feel like he has that right. How dare he hold such a strong emotion for you? If he felt this way, why is he forcing you to sleep with people for him? It makes no sense.

Why would someone claim to love you and put you through so much?

If he's been in love with you all this time, why start the list in the first place? Why couldn't he have just tried to win your heart from the beginning? Why the list? Why the blackmail? You don't understand him. - Chapter 23

i'm crushed. we didn't understand because we didn't know that Sukuna was involved. that could mean a million other things. i have some far-fetched theories about this but hear me out later!!!

the entirety of chapter 23 had me fucking floored while i was rereading. THE FORESHADOWING WAS EVERYWHERE!!! EVERY FUCKING WHERE

"No sweetheart, Sukuna's an asshole but..." His expression flickers and his smile fades away. He swallows and then clears his throat, "I'm pretty sure he'll satisfy you just fine."

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You narrow your eyes at him, "Are you sure?"

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"Fuckin' positive," Gojo suddenly sounds pissed and you grow concerned. The arm around you gets a little tighter while he walks you through some crowds and you keep looking at the man confused.

There's a vein popping out along his jawline because of how hard he's gritting his teeth.

of course he's aggravated because he knows that Sukuna is the one behind the list in the first place 😭😭😭 I'M SORRY WE DOUBTED YOU SATORU, FUCKKKK

——FIFTEEN MINUTES. That was the exact amount of time it took you to seduce Sukuna. The act was way too easy. Actually, it was suspiciously easy.

BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNEW 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"What all did you plan on doing tonight aside from getting harassed by strangers?" Sukuna suddenly questions against your skin.

You ignore how close he is and the way his lips make you tense, turning your head to face forward. Chuckling at his last comment, "Same thing as everyone else here." You reply, slightly confused by his question.

"Bullshit," He utters, "Nobody dresses like this without the intent of gaining my attention," Sukuna claims while his hands slide back down along your body.

this 100% could be just him being cocky and Sukuna, but the recent reveal just makes this feel like an extra demeaning interaction. but of course, it's Sukuna.

chapter 24 is so fucking shady too with everything we know. i know you addressed some of these points already bc i brought them up in previous anon messages, but these things still had me paranoid;

the way Sukuna leaves us and tells the reader to go to his room after a certain amount of time (i know he could have just been tidying up real quick but everything about this man has me on edge)

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the way he's been consistently on the phone since the reader entered the room, which is shortly after she messaged Gojo saying that she'll be able to cross Sukuna off of this list by tonight which he wasn't happy with at all.

no seriously, he kept diverting his attention to something in the bathroom and then came out, still on his phone. maybe he's talking to literally anyone else but STILL I'M PARANOID

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A/N> This is to show the fact that Sukuna is a very socially active individual, & hints to the theory (I think you later state) that he has connections.

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this happens in chapter 25 but the way he keeps smiling while the reader kisses him is just so smug of him especially considering the original reason as to why the reader's even interacting with him

then the spicy chapters with Sukuna…

the foreshadowing that the lack of knowledge of Sukuna's reputation will come back to bite her in the ass; first with the knowledge that he is abusive, and then her finding out that he is the curator of the list, knowing the full details of her blackmail and even threatening her again.

WHO DID HE FUCKING FIGHT HELPPPPP MY MIND IS BOGGLING there's no way it's Gojo, right? they're both too unscathed in these next few chapters for there to have been a fight between the two of them.

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A/N > It’s not Gojo. 🙏

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THE FUCKING MOMENT WHERE HE CONTEMPLATED SOMETHING WITH THE PHONE IN HIS HAND??? I FUCKING KNEW IT. I FUCKING CALLED IT WAS SOMETHING SHADY AS HELL.

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A/N> The other Sukuna hint I was talking about is right before this moment btw, you’re welcome ;)

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then he has the audacity to hold his tongue right afterwards?? it's such a big hint towards the fact that he knew about the list from the beginning UGHHHHHHHH.

the way he tried to humor the reader about her "job" even though he was in on the whole thing. UGH. SUKUNA WHEN I GET YOU SUKUNA?? 👊👊👊👊 especially with that "whore" joke right afterwards. i can't stand him. i know that it's implied that he has a twisted view on women from having abusive women in his life (his mom and his ex who he punched) BUT STILL. he's so lucky he's fictional and hot.

the fact that we're able to pick up on the fact that it's a "crazy coincidence" that he continues the whore jokes UGHHHHH HE HAS BEEN PLAYING US FROM THE STAAAAAARTT

Gojo got upset at something from Sukuna's party, he didn't want you to call yourself a whore all of a sudden, Sukuna seems to have believed that was your actual job, and you remember how pissed Gojo seemed as he thought about you sleeping with Sukuna-

Holy fuck. Are the two connected somehow? Is something going on? What does Gojo owe Sukuna? Does Sukuna know you only slept with him as payment to clear Gojo's debt? Is-

GIRL YOU WERE ALMOST THERE!!!! YOU ALMOST HAD IT!!!

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A/N > I love teasing in my narration by nearly spoiling things 😹

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seriously though, these chapters killed me. the official end obliterated my heart. it's so fucking bittersweet i want to scream at the top of a high building. the reader ends up happy and with someone she loves, which is fantastic for her. she deserves that after everything she went through. Choso treats her so, so well.

but Gojo. with the theories i have, i feel horrible. i was so harsh towards him as a die hard Choso girly but these endings changed me. i just hope i'm right.

the fact that his healing journey is harsher than ours makes this ending sting so much. he's healed, and you can see it with his demeanor from the call and the way he interacted with the reader.

we were always made aware of the way he looked at us such deep attachment. the initial gleam shows that he's happy to see us, but that he's not reliant on us for his happiness anymore. he's finding that on his own, and it's a grueling process for him. i wished the reader gave him a hug, but that would probably make me feel even worse.

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A/N> He gave her a lil side hug (with his arm over her shoulder) & was resting his head on hers at the end if that makes you feel any better 😅

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"Through my blackmailing, I fell for you but I also did it because I loved you from the start." i'm gonna throw up bro i'm so sad. i'm proud of his growth. his obsession was so, so strong but he always prioritized the reader's happiness over himself. i know that being self-sacrificial is so core to his personality but it doesn't make it suck any less. i'm devastated. i started blasting mitski in the car on my way to work after reading this.

i thought i was ready for the journal burning. i was so ready for this tie to be severed, for them to finally move on. but i failed to realize that it could ultimately mean a life without each other. it makes sense as to why, but it still sucks.

kami i need that poly ending before i cry my eyes out at 4 am rn. you know i can't handle angst, but bittersweet endings lowkey hurt me even more. i need all my babies to be happy. i desperately need it.

but that alt ending... fuck. in a horrible, sick, and twisted way, i'm relieved. i'm a Choso girly from the bottom of my heart but i can't let this Gojo go omfg. even if he shows up for one more chapter, i think i'll be alright. BUT IT BETTER NOT BE FOR DEATH KAMI!!!! I HAVE A FEW EXCERPTS THAT SUGGEST DEATH FLAGS BUT I AM SIMPLY NOT LOOKING AT THEM. DON'T DO THIS TO ME KAMIIIIIII. i need this boy to be frolicking in a field of flowers or something. my heart can't take this.

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A/N> I know I reference death a lot but that’s just to add a sense of how dramatic the characters are 🫶

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okay, time for my mind-fucky theory. pls bare with me. if it wasn't obvious by my last post, i'm 100% on board with the theory that Sukuna's blackmailing Gojo, which started this whole thing. but the thing that is getting me is how this all connects. i have some assumptions that could make sense, but there are a handful of gaps. here's my thought process;

Sukuna's blackmailing Gojo by using his obsession/love against him.

we are already familiar with the fact that Gojo has liked the reader for years. there was a chapter where Gojo mentioned that it started off as a "crush" but he was so oblivious to his own obsession up until the reader mentioned it to him. it's to the point that he didn't understand what was wrong with the idea of hurting people for the reader. who's to say that Sukuna didn't catch him in some sort of heinous act regarding the reader like stalking?

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A/N > You’re cooking with this one and I almost, almost had to go get the fire extinguisher :D

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Gojo didn't understand the difference between love and obsession until later on in the story. this would be consistent with the implication that Gojo just loved her so deeply that his morals were askew as we have yet to find out how far his love goes.

what if Sukuna caught him in the act of doing god knows what, and brought up the fact that if the reader found out about this, that she'd get super freaked out and would do everything she can to get away from him (considering probably barely knew each other, if at all, at this point). but why would Sukuna devise such a plan over a money bribe? well, Sukuna's already revealed to be wealthy, and maybe he was bored. the same line that Gojo kept repeating to the reader whenever she questioned him as to why he did it. what if Gojo asked Sukuna why he's blackmailing him, and he said the exact same thing; "I was bored." we see how much Sukuna mirrors Gojo's speech by calling the reader "sweetheart" often, what if Gojo did the same thing?

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A/N > Gojo & Sukuna do have a few parallels in this story & they will be addressed more in the sequel.

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we wondered in chapter 23 how Gojo reaches out to these men to ensure their debt is "paid," but considering how oblivious everyone else on the list is to Gojo owing them anything, it would make sense that he only reports to Sukuna as he is ordered to do so. but two things stumped me on this theory overall.

the reader said that she used to party a lot and get involved with boys before Gojo. if he was stalking her for so long, why did he wait so long to approach her?

what specifically would be the blackmail that Sukuna has on Gojo?

regarding the first point, it's been mentioned that Gojo has been "scared of women" and was shy when it came to approaching the reader. he knew of her for so long, but was able to constantly slip under her radar. considering how much of a pervert he is, it wouldn't have been surprising for him to sneak around and watch in on the reader hooking up with other guys. after all, these guys were probably complete strangers to him and all he cared about was you. remember how Gojo was basically able to tune out his own best friend, Suguru, when the reader was hooking up with him in their living room? it wouldn't be wild to assume that he was able to do the same for your other hookups as he spied on you.

to connect this with second point, what if Sukuna caught Gojo being a peeping tom on the reader during a party hook-up? while being so distracted in the act of spying, Sukuna spots him. the reader wouldn't be alright with the fact that someone who's barely an acquaintance (if that, depending on the time this occurred) to her has been perving around and watching her have sex without her consent. she would do anything to get away from Gojo, and of course that would crush him. Gojo tried to buy Sukuna's silence by any means necessary. so, Sukuna generated a list of people that he and Gojo mutually knew for the reader to fuck. the reasoning for it would be the fact that Gojo has to sit through the process of having the girl he likes fuck a bunch of guys besides him, and the fact that Gojo knew all these men would make it sting more. plus, he has a reputation for hookups. (chapter 8)

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A/N > You’re like RIGHT there with it and yet not there at the same time omg 😟

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but why would Gojo agree to this deal with Sukuna, and why would he also go with the method of blackmailing the reader? it's basically a guarantee that the reader would be scared away regardless. but again, we could recall that Shoko mentioned that he was too "scared of women" to approach the reader at first. this was his chance to finally approach her. plus, "once that video is gone, there is no excuse he'll have to be around you." (chapter 8)

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but the more i thought of this reasoning for the two points, the more bizarre it felt. so what if instead of Gojo being a peeping tom, it was Sukuna. we get so many hints that Sukuna has eyes and intel everywhere. we get an indirect implication of this when he called us out for rolling our eyes during our phone call with him. yes, it could be completely by chance, but it's still a great hint that he "sees everything" and "knows everything." we get an even bigger hint towards this in the alt ending when he directly references The F*ck List.

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A/N > Others have taken note of how Sukuna knew she rolled her eyes but trust me, that’s just to show that Sukuna knows the reader’s body language more than he’s let on & paid attention to her a lot during the time they were together.

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it wouldn't be too far fetched to assume that he has some shady videos taken of people without his consent, some possibly acquired through other people (like how Gojo was revealed to have sent Sukuna the video of the reader from the first chapter). what if Gojo caught Sukuna with the video, threatened him to delete it, and Sukuna counterthreatened to have it be sent and posted everywhere. it would be highly ironic, but consistent with the way that Gojo and Sukuna practically mirror each other at times. the reasoning for the list choices would still be the same for this theory, too.

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my citations for these theories ☝️🤓

“You once asked me if I love you because I blackmailed you or if I blackmailed you because I love you and my answer is both,” Gojo confesses as he turns to meet your gaze, “Through my blackmailing, I fell for you but I also did it because I loved you from the start.” - Chapter 56

loved you from the start; his obsession has been consistent from the start (supports Gojo being a peeping tom theory) or he has always had a deep concern for you (supports him wanting to stop Sukuna from spreading blackmail of you instead).

“I’ve sacrificed everything for you, y’know.”

“How? What’s everything that you’ve sacrificed, hm?”

“You. I sacrificed the woman I love to make her happy.” Gojo admits, and of all he’s said thus far, that feels like the truest statement.

“I could’ve been happy with you.” You remind him.

He laughs, “Yeah well, I’m an idiot.”

You scoff, “That’s all you have to say?”

“Yup.” - Chapter 56

is he an idiot for being a peeping pervert instead of just approaching you normally? maybe. how does this make her happy? she ends up finding love through Choso, through the list, through the blackmail.

But deleting the video means ... he has no more leverage over you and can't force you to help him with the hole he's dug for himself. - Chapter 8

the hole being the blackmail set against him by Sukuna.

Gojo's behind you cursing at himself for being unable to tell you the truth.

He's so scared that you'll never help him without the blackmail and, well, he has every right to be because you're pretty sure that if it weren't for those videos he has over your head, you wouldn't be doing any of this. - Chapter 9

the videos he's referencing is the original video from chapter 1 and the fake video he lied about with Suguru, but he can't tell the reader the truth because it's too twisted and risky (supports Gojo peeping tom theory).

He silences himself in thought. There are so many ways he could go about answering such a question but the possibilities of how you may react are endless. Plus, you're drunk and if he's going to admit or explain anything to you, it'll be while you're sober.

"Because..." Gojo's voice gets so quiet that you almost don't catch what he says, "...I don't have any other choice." - Chapter 21

if he didn't go through with his list, Sukuna would have went through with Gojo's blackmail, thus resulting in either you getting as far away from Gojo as soon as possible or Sukuna's video being sent around.

He let something slip abruptly, "W-Wish I c-could tell you everything, sweets..."

Your brows furrow at that.

Are you missing something here? - Chapter 22

YES GIRL!!!! SUKUNA'S BEHIND THE WHOLE LIST, HE'S BEHIND THE BLACKMAIL GIRLYPOP

"Anything," Gojo says, meeting your gaze. He's so serious that it's almost dark the way he looks at you, "I'd do anything for you." - Chapter 29

"I meant it when I said I'd do anything for you."

You follow his motions and then end up right back in his arms, "Right..."

"I'd sacrifice the very thing I love just to see you happy." Gojo claims proudly.

You scoff, "Thought' I was the thing you loved?"

"You are."

His words bewilder you, "Then that makes no sense."

"It won't." Gojo shrugs. - Chapter 29

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anything. even if it means putting your body, heart, mind, and career on the line. directly supports the theory that Sukuna initially had blackmail on the reader.

"We're the same, y'know..." He suddenly says, his voice breaking again, "We both want someone so terribly bad but our situations prohibit us from getting that person."

"You could've prevented all this though..."

Gojo sniffles and you feel a drop of wetness slide down his cheek and slip against your palm. The man was crying? Why? - Chapter 30

this whole time we've been told that Gojo and the reader share more similarities than the reader realizes. what Gojo is to the reader, the reader is to Choso. while Choso now knows of the men that the reader slept with, he doesn't know why. he doesn't know about you being blackmailed. you know that you had to sleep with these men. you don't know why. you didn't know it was because of Gojo being blackmailed.

"For loving me, Satoru. It's not a crime," You say, mocking a comment he made to you earlier, "You're allowed to love me. So, for that, and that only, I forgive you."

Those words healed so many more wounds in his heart than you realized. It was like that was all he ever needed to hear. If Gojo's mistake was loving you and that's what caused this, then you forgive him.

If in some twisted way, his feelings started the list, you forgive him.

COME ON NOW.

There’s so much going unspoken but the two of you knew what either was saying, you understood each other more than either of you realized. - Chapter 35

“Well,” Gojo sighs heavily and then draws your hands off his face, leaning down to you a bit, “Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made in exchange for one’s happiness.”

“Are you telling me that all this was for the greater good?” You quiz as you raise a curious brow.

“Something like that, yeah,” He shrugs. - Chapter 45

You tell him, “If I had one wish, it’d be that you did that from the beginning.”

Gojo opens his mouth to say something but then he swallows his words down. He nearly fucked up.

“All you had to do was talk to me,” Your shoulders raise into a shrug as you move a hand to the doorknob, “Things could’ve been different if you did.”

“Even if I’ve been obsessed with you since the beginning?” He questions and he’s stepping closer to you again. He can’t possibly wrap his head around that possibility-

You laugh a bit, “Especially if you were obsessed from the beginning,” You didn’t know it but that statement right there made the man feel as though his world was falling apart, loads of regret tumbling over him as he stares at you with wide eyes, “Satoru I think you forgot but, before all this started, aside from Shoko… I was lonely.”

Gojo’s throat goes dry and he fails to form a response to that, “I…”

“If you had just talked to me one time, and more than a hey or how are you,” The way your eyes soften, a slim sheer gloss of tears coating your gaze as you speak to him, “I would’ve fallen for you.”

He grits his teeth, “Don’t tell me that.”

“But it’s true.” You say.

And just like that, Gojo was crumbling all over again. If only you knew how much he regretted everything after hearing you say that. - Chapter 46

if he had just spoke to the reader before all of this, maybe she wouldn't have gone to those parties, hooked up with those people, and caused whatever kind of blackmail Sukuna had on Gojo (or on her).

He wishes he could take it all back, his feelings for you included. If only he could go back and stop himself from ever being curious about you. That’s what started it after all. Because, at the end of the day, Gojo knew who you were before you knew who he was— hell, even before Shoko knew who you were. - Chapter 53

then what is the timeline of his obsession starting? has it been before Gojo? could his blackmail have taken place even before Shoko introduced you two, adding to the weight of the threat that Sukuna held over Gojo's head (regarding the peeping tom theory).

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A/N > The timeline on Gojo’s interest, not obsession just yet, on the reader will be addressed in the sequel so this’ll be answered there <3

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but there were certain parts that stumped me and my theories so i have some weird reasonings around them;

It's selfish of him and seriously fucked up but, he's said it before and he'll say it over and over again-- you're all he has. He made promises to everyone on that list, promises of delivering a woman to them at some point, and of course, he couldn't convince anyone he knew to do such a thing.

So again, the situation with you just happened to be a coincidence.

The problem is that Gojo hates that it's you. He hates that you're the one he ended up doing this to. - Chapter 8

Gojo's known to be a silly guy so it could make sense that he actually did promise these guys hookups for reasons unrelated to his blackmail. after all, he does have a reputation for getting people hookups. the coincidence is that Sukuna now has dirt on Gojo and wants to toy with him. by making the reader sleep with them the guys he coincidentally owes hookups to, he fulfills his role/reputation and relieves his debt at the same time. two birds, one stone.

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A/N > As we later learn that some of the “debt” Satoru claimed to have isn’t real, we can also infer that his reputation & the promises he’s made to these men were done out of coincidence. Take Toji for example; tell me you can’t see an interaction between him & Gojo where Gojo gets a bad grade and wants to get it up so he taunts his professor with the idea of getting him a hookup & Toji would laugh it off considering Gojo’s reputation ;)

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another thing that stumped me is why Gojo got so worked up with the reader referring herself as a whore, and the connection to Sukuna. my delulu reasoning is that once Sukuna threatened Gojo with blackmail by either of the two theories/methods i mentioned, Sukuna casually referred to the reader as a whore. that caused a major fight between the two, possibly even getting physical (which can refer back to the implication that Gojo has hurt people for the reader).

the fight could have increased the tension and severity of the situation, so Sukuna decides to add Choso to the list knowing how easily attached Choso gets. in chapter 5, the reader and Gojo were discussing the list and Choso specifically. Gojo was even noted to be relieved when the reader had mentioned that they'll just have to hope that Choso doesn't get attached, as he obviously holds deep feelings for the reader. Sukuna knows that by going through with the blackmail with Choso involved, Gojo most likely will not end up with the reader if Choso get attached and the reader reciprocates those feelings.

also, the counterargument that Sukuna and Gojo are actually friends/allies in this situation just doesn't sit well with me. it would make for a crazy twist but it just feels too out of character for Gojo. but then again, how would Sukuna specifically know about The F*ck List? but idk, it just feels so wrong to me. maybe i have too much faith in Gojo lmfao. after all, he has consistently shown a great dislike towards the guy since chapter 23. but maybe it's my denial speaking. i really don't want to think of Satoru going through this whole arc only for it to reveal that he truly is a piece of shit. pls don't do this to my pookie my heart cannot handle it </3

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A/N > Remember, Gojo is a good actor & you go a long period of time in the book not realizing he’s not as much of a villain as he pretends to be 😉

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there's that moment after the reader fucked Sukuna that still messes with my brain. with my theories, my brain's thinking that he contemplated on collecting even more blackmail on the reader. for what reason? idk, to be an ass? to torment Gojo further and add more to his blackmail? but maybe he decided not to because he already has plenty of blackmail on the reader (if the theory of Sukuna having a video of her from way back then is true) and fucking her knowingly made Gojo pissed considering all the dirt Sukuna has.

so why can't Gojo tell her the truth now? why does he want to wait years in advance? maybe he's hoping that by that time, not only will you forget and not care about the situation overall, but maybe Sukuna will forget all about it as well. the chances of Sukuna holding on to the reader's blackmail for that long is slim and the reader would most likely be in a situation where she is completely separated from Sukuna depending on her job and living situation with Choso. the stakes are lower than if he were to reveal everything to you now, at a moment where your life is still so uncertain. it would go against his wish for you to end up happy.

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A/N > Maybe Gojo doesn’t tell her the truth because he can’t, just as he said 🌚 Perhaps he’s not allowed to yet. After all, why would Sukuna even tell the reader he made the list in the end? ^.^ Just some food for thought!

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regarding the future of TFL... fuck, bro. i have no fucking idea. i'm too caught up in the (presumed) past. i'm mourning fr. i love this fic sooooo fucking much. whenever you decide to pick up on the sequel, i will be there. if you choose to publish anything else in the meantime, i will be there. thanks for such a fun and memorable read, Kami. i'm excited to bookbind this soon 🤍🤍🤍 now, i need to watch blue lock to shove these feelings down.

yap fin (for now)

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A/N > I love you sosoosooooo much for this. These theories are like reading an entirely new fanfic sometimes except, I know all the answers & what’s going to happen next, which only makes me more excited ^.^ Thank you for taking the time to make this, thank you for reading, thank you for supporting, just, THANK YOU.

This right here is exactly what I write for; people like you :)

To the others reading this breakdown & theory, thank ☃️anon because she’s a damn godsend & ilhsm ^.^ (definitely showing favoritism rn, sorry not sorry, ily all I swear)

Edit; Since you’re watching Blue Lock, I can’t wait to bring my Shidou fanfic here because a lot of the drama in TFL has inspo from that fic, which I wrote first ^.^ & I could totally see you enjoying it because not only is it a childhood friends to lovers than enemies & back to lovers troupe BUT it also includes Itoshi Sae x reader which ofc, adds hella drama :))

P.S. It’s two am as I finally post this and omg sorry it took me a while, I wanted to answer other anons first before unpacking this badboy, again, tysm!!

#the f*ck list #tfl!theories #tfl spoiler #tfl #k!ans: ☃️

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distraughtlesbian · 1 year ago

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can i speak my truth ? can i keep it real ? there shouldve been more in-party conflict in blades 2. like obviously mc should’ve gotten to cuss mal out in particular when he was like You Dont Know What We’ve Been Thru as if getting kidnapped and forced into a magically induced coma and getting your blood stolen and having constant benadryl nightmares is a walk in the park lmfao, and also just gotten to talk more about what they went through and how it’s impacted them

but also there should’ve been way more beef between the other party members. like girl if i’m nia and i’m spiralling scorning sleep and food constantly hunting for a way to free MY GIRLFRIEND (!!) from the clutches of some goth elf cunt on top of making the fantasy catholic church christlike again and repressing my inner shadow demon and one of my friends is like “hesdeadjim.png give up also fuck you” and then fucked off to be an alcoholic pit fighter, i wouldve actually just thrown hands when we saw each other next. no magic no nothing just me and my nasty little fingers (covered in paper cuts from all the arcane shadow tomes ive been reading) coming straight for her eye sockets. staff of silverlake should’ve been nia’s weapon and she should’ve leapt into the pit in chapter 4 and clocked imtura in the skull with it.

like you bitches should be CRAZY!!!! you should all have DISORDERS!!!! you should be begging ravens perched on busts for RESPITE AND NEPENTHE from your memories of me !!!!!! the moon should never beam without bringing you dreams of ME and the stars never rise but you feel MY bright eyes. tyril should be half-mad with grief and stress he should be mumbling to himself and seeing mc’s silhouette in dark corners. nia should be clearly and obviously off her fucking rocker and constantly on the verge of self destructing and taking us all out with her. imtura should be constantly blind drunk so she doesn’t have to feel her grief or anything at all really. mal should have been in the wind the second it started looking like mc wasn’t coming back and nobody’s heard from him in months. kade should be in a bottomless pit of grief bc when he was stuck in the shadow realm we never gave up hope and we went to rescue him but now that the tables are turned he’s slowly losing hope and day by day and night by night we recede and he becomes more faithless. threep and loola should be inseparable sleeping in a pile together never beyond a wing-length from one another and keeping obsessive tabs on all the other party members no matter how far-flung across morella they are because they’ve already lost everyone and everything they knew to the shadow court once and they’ll be damned if they lose anything else. also kade and aerin should’ve built up a weird semihostile rapport bc once everything fell apart and everyone went their separate ways it was just the two of them in the whitetower palace and kade would go to his cell and sit out of arm’s reach to vent about his time in the shadow realm and his grief and hopes and fears. they both knew and loved mc, in their own ways, despite how aerin hurt them, and now they’ve both lost them, maybe for good. maybe one day aerin starts talking back

where is the SPICE where is the FLAVOUR? where’s the DRAMA where’s the OOMPH where’s the PANACHE? you cannot look at me and tell me these dysfunctional bitches wouldn’t fall back into their worst habits once the one person who held them all together up and vanished into the void. why am i not ending each chapter feeling like i’ve just gotten punched in the dick bc the love is so obviously still there and that’s why it hurts so bad. they should’ve put their whole budget and pussies into forcing the party to fit themselves back together even though they’ve all grown new sharp edges and keep cutting each other up. they should’ve gone full dark no stars about it. grief is an amputation but hope is incurable hemophilia you bleed and bleed and bleed, plants that are split down the middle dont heal they die, you are a language i am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read, what lived and died between us haunts me still, if someone asked me at the end i’d tell them “put me back in it”, i care what ghosts think of me, come back even as a shadow even as a dream, someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other ending to this story, etc, etc, you get it you understand. also the mc should’ve come back WRONG.

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4pfsukuna · 11 months ago

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Enemies to f⭐️cking lover Toji

Ok so ive been thinking about releasing a 3-5 part enemies to lovers(or something along those lines) for toji although i know the most common works on here is one shot smut. Trust smut will be involved… its toji

You used to be an american spy but japan pays nearly tripple. The jobs were quick easy taking 2 days at max. You had climbed the interest ladder for your ability to get things done in a quick and neat fashion with minimal mess and uproar increasing your salary from 4 figures to six in only a couple of months. Unfortunately theres another assasin whos getting in your way and hes the exact opposite of everything you stand for.

Not only does he not wear a mask to cover his identity, he lets his targets know exactly who he his just so they can have his name as their last thought before death.

Toji fushiguro.

The biggest jackass youve ever met.

This wasnt your typical one sided beef where youd get mad at him and hed flirt no he had beef with the number one assassin who was stealing his target which means his money. It truly grinded his gears and yours when they made you split a salary.

“Might as well go home princess” you hear his raspy voice though princess was said in a derogatory way hes made it clear several times he hated the way you did things. Why be so… clean. Death is death.

“Fuck off pretty boy go back and crawl into whatever shitty little backroom of a laundry mat and return to horse betting” you seethe having done your research on him. Its not like he needed the money for anything important unlike you who wanted it for taking care of responsibilities back home.

This mission had been one of your biggest yet and you did not need to blow your hiding spot nor cover by arguing with his big ass over nothing.

You're grabbed from the crouching position your in and slammed against the brick wall not hard enough to hurt but it does press into your all black outfit.

“You can do whatever research you want on me but you dont fucking know me… you dont know shit.” he snarls lip on his scar stretching further yet you shove him off. “And im not a pretty boy”

“Please youre not the threat you think you are” you scoff attempting to bruise his ego and the way he steps forward lets you know you did but you never let your guard down to your surroundings and youre quick to pull out your gun aiming in his direction.

He chuckles crossing his arms over his broad chest and you may be uninterested but youre not blind to how his compression tee squeezes him in a way thats… satisfactory to the eye.

“Going to shoot me princess? I thought you were too good to get your hands dirty. Squeemish at blood even” he pokes until you release six shots shooting the men slowly approaching that he failed to notice.

“You fucking shot me!” He growls touching the tiny drip of blood from where the bullet grazed the tip of his ear just enough to break skin not cause any definite damage.

Taking a bow you smirk before making eye contact with him the only gap in your mask being the slot for your eyes.

“Oh sorry about that pretty boy, ill do you a solid and let you tell shiu you got this one all on your own.” you tease knowing his pride wouldn't let him take the credit for something he wouldn’t do.

“No i don’t want your pity kill” he seethes looking as if he’s ready to throw a tantrum yet you can only smile knowing you won this battle.

“Great more money for me” you grin running past him the location no longer serving you any purpose. It was time to cash in and Shiu didnt stay up past 2am.

Toji grabs your arm stopping you from escaping though before he could speak the faint sound of sirens in the distance growing closer.

“What? You goin’ to hold me here until the cops get here with these other dead bodies how do you think that’s going to look? A big, strong and muscular giant holding a petite young woman like myself” you victimize yourself and you watch the frustration grow in his eyes knowing he has to let you go.

“Its not fucking over” he hisses releasing you with a slight push making your smile grow even wider.

“Great more chances for me to teach a pup like you what not to do” you tease tearing off a piece of his shirt and pressing it to his ear. “Wouldn’t want your blood at a crime scene would we fushiguru”

And youre dissapearing into the darkness of night and he watches your silhouette slip down an alley until he no longer can.

You may have thought you had the last laugh but he was best friends with Shiu. So when you near you third week of no assignment you figure its time to reach out to the former and see what the issue is. Learning that Toji somehow convinced him you wanted a break you decided it was time to cut your ties temporarily with the man and find a new “project manager”

The next assignment is the most you’ve ever been offered so high in the six digits it’s close to seven and for a simple retreival mission.

So when youre standing surrounded

“Toj

Waking up with a throbbing headache youre confused when you meet the eyes of a spikey haired 5 year old who is playing with a toy truck a black puppy not to far behind. He must feel you stairing since he turns to face you and gives you a toothy grin.

“My dad must like you, he doesnt let us wear hats in the house but let you keep your mask on” he stutters slightly and you reach up feeling the mask

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x black y/n #toji x black reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji #toji fushigro x reader #toji zenin #toji x y/n #toji x oc #sukuna x reader #sukuna x black reader

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kbagraces · 6 months ago

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No Time to Die LN4

Lando Norris Mafia/Gang AU

As much as we try to suppress the stigma, strong women will continue to be perceived as intimidating until you learn to love us.

PART 4 Reflections

My vision and hearing was in and out the whole journey to Lando's hide out flat in London. My body was slumped across the back seats of his car, my head resting in Mandi's lap, her delicately moving hair out of the concerning gash on my head and then holding her jacket back on the wound. I felt like i was under water, i could hear talking from the front of the car but not words. Mandi didnt utter a sentence.

I felt the car stop and i was lifted out of the car. The cold midnight air stung, i could finally make out what they were saying, Mandi demanding, "Careful. Careful. Would you be careful!"

That means that Lando was carrying me, another thing he can hold over my head. Brilliant.

"I am being fucking careful." His voice rattled against my body. I wanted to snap, no one talks to my best friend like that. But once again it came out as a groan and a huff.

I was lowered down, i'm unsure whether its a bed or a sofa, but its soft as hell either way. My bpdy is drifting off again, im either passing out or falling asleep but this time i dont care to fight it.

I wake up alone, the sun peaking through the blind. A duvet drapped over the bottom half of my body. I'm in the most baggy joggers and an even baggier t shirt. I'm sure these aren't clothes myself or Mandi packed.

My head stinging, i raise my hand to touch my injury, jagged stitches across where the gaping wound once was. The amateur skills screamed that it was the work of Mandi, having stitched up a few of my wounds in her time, but at the end of the day shes not a professional

I lift myself out of the bed, another vampire like room in front of me dark walls dark furniture is this man allergic to colour?

Walking, or more like waddling, out of the room i attempt to gain some balance. I walk down the hall to the kitchen gasping for water.

I turn around glass in hand to spot Lando's body stretched out over to sofa, legs hanging off the end. He's on his phone scrawling through whatever nonsense is on there.

"Morning." I announce, theres no way he didnt hear me come in.

"Morning, how's my favourite liability!" He attempts to joke, looking up from his phone. His eyes taking in my obvious dishevelled appearance and body clad in what i've deduced to be his clothes.

"I'm going to pray that it wasnt you that dressed me in your clothes?"

He grins, a huff coming from his nose as he sits up , eaning foreward, elbows on knees. "I should be so lucky."

"Excuse me?"

He ignores my question, "Mandi both bathed and dressed you, i just left the clothes on my bed. Your shit was in my car and i couldnt be bothered to get them."

I hummed in response, sitting down at the island. My fingers rotating over the top of the glass, feeling slightly awkward due to his eyes not once leaving me.

"Where is Mandi?"

"Her and Nat went to service the car, get her filled up, tires changed... cleaned."

Odd how it wasn't him and Nat, odd that Mandi also thought it was a good idea to leave me here, shes up to something.

"How long will they be? I want my clothes."

"They'll be back soon."

"You've got a real starring problem you know that." I feel uncomfortable being so judged? Admired? I cant tell which.

"So ive been told."

"Good to know you make all women uncomfortable and its not solely reserved for me."

He gets up from his seat, now leaning opposite me across the island in the kitchen. His irritating, signature smirk painted on his mouth.

"I make you uncomfortable?" His mouth now feigns a mocking pout, "Do i make you nervous too?"

I scoff, unfolding my arms, imitating his stance and leaning across the table, a few inches between our faces and hands nearly touching, "no one makes me nervous."

There was a thick tension in the air, neither of us willing to move. There was a twinge in his eyes, ones that usually are blank with zero emotion are now twinkling with what i assume is resentment mixed with a little bit of lust.

"Morning!!" Natalie beams in her usually sunny voice. Honestly, how someone so doom and gloom as Lando made such good friends with such a ray of sunshine ill never know.

Lando's body stands tall and rigid once hes aware of their presence. Neither of us sure how long they'd been there. His eyes blank once again, although certainly embarrassed that he was caught off guard.

I catch a glance between him and Natalie before he shakes his head.

"Nice outfit." Mandi cackles, mockery laced in her tone.

Lando, serious as ever claps his hands together, "now we have the car can we all get ready and get this shit show on the road. You have 10 minutes meet back here and we'll get a plan together."

Natalie and Mandi leave to what i assume are their individual rooms. I head over to the front door retrivbeing my bag which mandi brought in.

"I won" i said as i brushed past Lando.

I'll have no man try and intimidate me or even worse believe they have a hold over me!

We all enter the kitchen once more. Taking a seat around this cursed table.

"So we have ordered a plane from Dover straight to Barcelona, there one of my drivers will take us to a safe house to sort who's going where and doing what." His eyes scan us, ensuring that were listening. Lingering on me before continuing.

"Nat, you're driving to Dover. I am going to tap into Ferrari and Keegans data to see what their plans are they seem like they are biggest threats as of right now. Mandi, you can sit there and look pretty and y/n you can attempt to do that too." He laughs at his own joke, a little too hard. Asshole.

We all head to the front door, Mandi grabs my arm pulling me back to walk at her pace.

"You know you can cut the sexual tension with a knife between you two" Her eyebrows quivering up and down suggestively.

"Are you kidding?"

"Not at all, youve got the big bad Lando Norris wrapped around your little finger. Turn on the y/n charm, I beg of you! Make this trip interesting."

"As if running away from your brother who took over of you old gang isnt interesting." She can't be serious right now. Surely?

We hang back at the front door, out of earshot as they load upo the car.

"Come on he fancies you, you fancies him, why don-"

I raise my hand to her face in rejcetion, covering up her mouth.

"Firstly, shut the fuck up. Secondly i do not fancy him."

"You so do"

"Do fucking not."

She rolls her eyes "okay okay you don't."

We make our way to the car, Nat revving it in impatience. As Mandi opens her door, she whispers, but loud enough for me to hear,

"You so do."

#lando norris #f1 #ln4 #formula 1 #lando norris x reader #lando norris mafia au #lando norris gang au

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butterflyyoucomefromme · 18 days ago

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Joji (George Miller)

his head is more wide than it is narrow, indicating extraversion. he has a heart-shaped face with a weak chin. his eye bags are a bit tricky. he looks exhausted in every picture, like he hasn't slept for three days straight so they could just be from sleep deprivation, but here you can see them well-defined

his face muscles are relaxed, he isn't squinting, and he actually looks refreshed. genuine Se eye bags, not bleary-eyed. his eyes are big, much of his sclera visible, soft/sad looking with equally soft/gently curved eyebrows. there is a mellow (and also extremely miserable) vibe to him -> ENFJ so/sp + phobic (with strong tendency to 5)

MBTI

in this interview he talks about a song he wrote about cheating and it's not even about him. the whole song is just inspired by his cheating roommate. he imagines what that situation would be like, but it's not based on his own experience (or that of his roommate's for that matter). and here he talks in a similar manner, even though this time the song is actually inspired by his own experience, he still distances himself when talking about it ("i have seen dudes who had this 'oh shit!' moment" "this is about a person who..."). there is a disconnection, almost like he outsources his emotions, and by doing so generalizes them. at the end of the second interview he talks about a necklace that his roommate's ex left behind and that he is now wearing. it's not even from his ex, but someone else's ex. "it might be some angry ex music, that might be where it's coming from, idk" he has no grasp on his own emotions or knows why he is feeling what he feels. all that is Fe. a Fi artist would talk about their own experiences and how they feel and how they process and express their emotions through music, from which place their emotions are coming, and how it's, fundamentally, their song (or at least wear their own ex's jewellery lol)

from what i can assess from his Filthy Frank videos, they're very much childish Se slapstick humour, very crude and in your face. a lot also relies on shock value and being counterculture, but also playing a character as an easy cop-out (a tried & true Fe tactic)

so both from the way he talks as well as his youtube content, Fe+Se is pretty obvious

enneagram

one more quote from him: "people are just shitty in general, you can't really trust people." misanthropic outlook, classic 5. all around just giving doomer gloomer vibes with a defeatist attitude. his "yeah right" song is actually a good representation of how 5->7 typically looks like. it's not the dramatic "5 suddenly going wild and behaving recklessly like a 7" nonsense, it's a misanthropic and self-hating 5 who just doesn't give a shit anymore and just lets himself go, in a subtly self-destructive manner

at the same time there doesn't seem to be any major nervous energy about him. no overthinking or latent aggressive vibes (6). also 5w6s are usually more withdrawn, but it's safe to say that he likes to entertain and play different characters. he's a bit eccentric and not afraid to show his ugly side. he likes when fashion has a backstory (his roommate's ex's necklace). he also gives a lot of interviews, frequently appears in videos with others, and generally seems to be comfortable being in the limelight (4)

here he admits to having been afraid whether people would embrace him outside of the personas he has created, and here he says that he likes to see the smiles he brings on people's faces, showing a clear desire to connect with people (soc). too grounded to be sp-blind, not closed off enough to be sp-dom

tritype

this is going to be controversial, but i think he has a 2-fix. "everyone needs a break, that's what i am here for [...] i can entertain people, that's what my duty is" he also talks about his self-worth issues and that he feels that he's not good at anything so to quell his shame (heart center) he tries to service others

he has a very laid-back attitude, very subdued, like he just woke up and got out of bed, the type of guy that you can't really imagine getting angry -> strong 9 influence

conclusion

ENFJ 5w4 so/sp 592

anyway, let's see what PDB has to say about hi-

#typo #celeb typing #joji #george miller #anon i think you should apologize for making me look at this ugly man #εїз

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littlepupwriting · 3 months ago

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Woven Ch.4

Masterlist

☆ Mean dom kylo, resistance sub reader, fem pronouns for reader, no y/n, descriptions of death (not main characters), angst, violence against reader, slow burn, eventual smut, interrogation, forced mindreading, non-force user reader, force user reader?, force choking, ptsd, massacre, more fun power dynamics, hand to hand combat, threats, this chapter is just plot but ya need good plot for great angst sex, knights of ren exsisting, A NEW CHALLENGER ENTERS THE RING☆

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY

You woke up to the blinding lights of medbay and the now familiar beeping of the small medical droid. It hovered around you, completing scans and disconnecting IVs from your arm. You got up and got dressed in the clothes that were folded next to the bed. Lightweight black tank top and black leggings. It was impressive quality, the fabric felt remarkably easy to move in. You expected the opposite, but the First Order didn't skimp on training clothes, even for prisoners. The door opened and a Stormtrooper entered, checking the screen next to the bed. "You're all ready to go, come with me." He led you out of the room, beginning yet another long trek through the never ending ship. Actually…

"Excuse me, what ship are we on? No one ever told me." You kept your voice innocent and light.

The Stormtrooper paused for a moment before looking down at you and responding.

"The Finalizer."

Your stomach twisted in knots. The Finalizer was huge, larger than any ship you had ever been on. It meant you were more likely to get lost if you tried to escape, if you could even figure out how. The Stormtrooper came to a stop in front of you and you almost ran into him, completely lost in your thoughts.

The door opened to a room you hadn't seen before. You took a steadying breath and stepped in. It was vast, with black padded walls and padded floors in the center. The door closed behind you as you scanned the combat training room. Running your hands over your ribs and abdomen you felt only slight discomfort, the little medical droid had done a great job healing you, much faster than you ever had been healed before.

You looked up and around the room and saw a large man in the corner at a table. He stood there, breathing hard and drinking water while wiping off sweat. His long black hair hid his face but did nothing to cover his shirtless back. Even from across the room you could make out large scars across it, obviously earned in battle. This must be the man that Kylo wanted to train you. For some reason he thought that you would make a good fighter, or else you wouldn't be here. Who knows, trying to understand the reasoning of a madman was hopeless, right now you needed to focus on training. Becoming a better fighter could be what helps you escape, so you were going to do your best.

Your head snapped up as the man called out your name. "Here." He pointed to a spot on the mat.

You walked over and stood there as he paid you no attention. His face took you by surprise, it had an almost boyish quality, his plush lips turned into a frown as he read the datapad in his hand. His thick brows were furrowed over deep set brown eyes. In contrast to his softer qualities, his nose and jaw were angular and intense. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed as he finished a swig of water and set the datapad down.

"You had formal combat training, right?" The man walked over to you on the mat.

"I had some training on the basics, and kept up with it over the years." There was no reason to lie to this man, besides its not like your formal training was top secret.

"Ok, warm up and we can see what you've got." His voice was smooth and surprisingly grounding, but after the past few days anything mildly calming would be soothing like a balm on a burn. Beginning to stretch, you rolled your shoulders and hands, lengthened your spine, and really took a moment to feel out what hurt and what didn't. It felt good to not be strapped down on some bed. Once your muscles felt warm you looked up at the man and asked what to do next.

"Let's do a simple spar."

You looked up at him incredulously, "You are huge and I just got out of the Medbay, don't you have someone more my size that I could spar with?"

"No." He responded plainly. "And you don't get to pick the weight class of who is trying to kill you in a fight." He brushed the hair out of his face with a large callused hand.

"Fine," you huffed. Of course this wouldn't be fair, you could tell that nothing on this damn ship would be.

You took a deep breath and widened your stance preparing to begin. Without any warning a huge fist came flying at your head, you dodged just in time to see his other fist begin swinging up at you from below. You quickly brought your arm up to cover your face and curled in, blocking the blow with your elbow. Yet another blow came to your side, you were able to side step just out of range and lower your block. You made eye contact with him and saw a flash of interest in his expression. He was watching your every move like a hawk, learning your reactions.

He was toying with you. He made a well placed kick that you blocked but got you off balance. Then a punch to your side. Hissing in pain you quickly regain your balance. You were sure someone had told him what your injuries were and he did it anyway. That pissed you off. You glared at him and he smirked.

You weren't a toy to play with, and your frustration was beginning to fuel your movements. Stepping closer, you threw your first punch, he blocked it, and the next three that you threw at him. After setting up that pattern for him to follow you broke it. You faked a gut punch and as he bent to block it you sent a solid punch right to his jaw. The shock on his face as your knuckles came in contact with his skin was priceless and as much as you wanted to take a moment to enjoy it, you kept going.

You threw more punches, most of which he blocked, but you were able to throw him off balance. Thankfully, you were small enough to twist away from some of his jabs and you leaned heavily on that as the sparring continued. You landed some hits and he landed some hits. You were sweating and hot but your frustration pushed you on. He went to kick you and to his disbelief you caught his ankle as it struck the meat of your thigh. You quickly raised his leg and bent it forcing him to struggle to keep balance on one foot. His face twisted from shock to anger. Without wasting a moment you pulled him, so his balance would fall forward and as he began to fall you threw your weight forward, bending his knee as far as it would go. You used your arm to lock it in place, his heel to his ass, then pushed him to the ground. You straddled his right thigh as you held his left leg folded and pinned in place then drove your free arm's elbow down into his stomach with no remorse.

A pained grunt blessed your ears as he fought to open his leg. Your weight had shifted when you dove at his stomach and he was able to break your grip. His foot made contact with your chest and he unceremoniously shoved you off. You gasped for air as your ribs ached. That one fucking hurt. Before you could recover he had you pinned on your back as you panted, holding your side.

His hair hung in his face, sticking to the sweat on his skin, and his cheeks had a slight pink to them from effort. You were completely pinned, not for lack of trying to throw him off. He straddled you easily, his size dwarfing yours. You attempted to use your legs and hips to shift him off, only succeeding to have his weight rest more in his hands on your shoulder and chest. You winced at the pressure and struggled to inhale fully. The air around you both felt hot and his body heat made it that much hotter. The temperature. In the room.

"Do I have to verbally secede or something?" You grunted, breaking the silence.

"I want to hear you say it." His voice came out only slightly labored as you rolled your eyes.

His eyebrows lowered, completely unamused. "Besides, admitting it out loud may help with your attitude problem." You could feel him lean just a little harder into his hands causing you to gasp in discomfort.

"FINE. Fine." He let up slightly. "I submit."

He didn't move, staring down at you.

"What? I said it, now get off," you groaned in frustration.

"Say it again."

"What?"

"Say it again," he repeated. "You ought to get used to saying it, so, say it again"

Yup, every single person on this ship is an asshole.

You glared up at him, "I submit, you win." It came out through your clenched jaw sounding almost like a hiss.

The corners of his mouth twitched up in a barely hidden smile. He drew it out for another second of eye contact before he finally let up and climbed off.

You took a deep breath, relieved to have him off of you and out of your personal space.

You watched as he turned his back and walked over to the table where his water sat. His stride was long and confident, each step feeling purposeful. You sat there on the mat catching your breath and observing him. The way his soft lips pressed against the mouth of the water bottle, and he swallowed the liquid greedily made your breath catch. In the past you don't remember being so enamored by a stranger but you were captivated. It must be your mind trying to work through all that has happened to you in the past few days. You couldnt look away, studying his hands, how easily the one held the bottle, the size of his hand making it look small in comparison. The smooth veins branching over the—

He was looking at you. Directly at you. The eye contact was piercing and almost overwhelming. You felt as though he had cast a spotlight on you, bringing your shameless staring to attention.

He didn't speak as he lowered the bottle from his lips, eyes on you the entire time. One eyebrow raised as he looked down at you with a small upturn to the corner of his lips, it was as if he was daring you to come up with a good excuse.

He hummed for a moment as if thinking before turning to face you.

"Need some?" His tone was condescendingly smooth, as if talking to a child.

If your cheeks weren't already red from fighting, they certainly were now. Quickly, you pulled yourself together, putting on a hopefully believable glare of annoyance.

"Yes, of course I'm thirsty, I just put your ass on the ground." You huffed.

As he responded you could hear the hint of a chuckle in his voice. "Yes you did. I'm impressed." He nodded.

A small rush of pride surged through your veins, though you tried not to let yourself enjoy it.

"Water is over in the locker rooms, that way." He lazily motioned with the hand still holding the water bottle, before bringing it back to his lips for more.

As soon as you caught yourself watching him again you quickly tore your eyes away to look where he had pointed, hoping that he hadn't noticed.

Beside the corner of the room was a short hallway that led to a pair of doors, each to their own locker rooms. You wandered inside to find lockers, showers, and changing areas. Near the towels was a small collection of water bottles. At least they keep their employees hydrated. Picking one up, you drank the water enjoying how crisp it was. Confirming that you were alone in the lockerroom you decided that it was worth poking around really quick, and did just that. Reading the posters on the walls, the instructions for loaning out equipment and a schedule for different mandatory training. All good things to keep in mind but nothing too important.

It was obvious that you had taken too long when you got back to the main room. The trainer looked impatient and called you over by name again. His voice echoed through the room in a way that sent chills down your spine. He glared down at you the whole walk over.

"Don't waste time." He widened his stance slightly. "Now, again," he commanded.

You matched his position and got focused as the fight began.

"What have you got a hot date to get to?" You instigated.

"I don't only train you," he deadpanned.

Of course he trains other people.

"Sounds boring," you counter.

His eyebrows raised as you both continued sparring. "If this is to easy you are more than welcome to join." He landed a solid hit to your side that left you gasping.

Hissing in pain, you glared up at him. He kept successfully blocking every punch and kick you tried, your frustration growing with each one.

"Sounds great," you grunted, struggling to keep up.

Before you could react he kicked one of your legs out from under you, forcing you on to the floor. He easily pinned you the same way he had before.

"Are you going to tap out or do I have to make you again?" He asked.

"…fine, I submit. Let me up."

He climbed off of you and you could breath again. Now standing, he leaned down and offered you his hand to help you get up. In a small act of rebellion you stood up without his assistance, ignoring the gesture entirely.

You could feel his eyes on you as you got to your feet, annoyance so obvious that you could hear it in his voice.

"Fine. Again."

And again you went, sparring over and over until you felt a layer of new bruises along your body.

Three water breaks later and you were utterly exhausted, your muscles ached and it was hard to stand without wobbling. You and the trainer had a solid banter going, and while yes, he was a bit of a dick, he seemed to be the most genuine person you had met so far on this ship. It wasn't always torture to talk with him, and sometimes his gestures felt almost kind. He seemed to actually care that you improved and would praise you when you did well.

"So you said you train with others, do you train with Kylo Ren too?"

You were sitting on the mat while he was looking back at his datapad reading something, he paused at your interruption, thinking for a moment before looking down at you to answer.

"Yes."

"I bet he is a pain in the ass," you quipped.

He had the smallest hint of a smile when he responded though his voice remained level, "It is easier to train him than you."

"Yeah sure," you rolled your eyes.

"Get up and go shower, I have other people to train now. There should be clothes for you in there." Just like that he was stoic again but he reached out to help you up, and just like before you went through the effort of getting your tired body up by yourself. He watched you struggle out of the corner of his eye then went back to reading his datapad.

You made your way to the locker room and found the folded set of clothes on a bench just as he had said. You showered in the hot water and took your time, washing away not only the sweat from working out but also the grimey feeling from being in medbay for days. You took a moment to appreciate the minimal scars forming where your lacerations were, the medical equipment here was truly amazing.

You stepped out of the shower wrapped in one of the provided black towels then got changed into the set of dark clothes that were provided. It was definitely not the same style of clothes as anyone else you had seen on the ship. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The pants were well designed, large and flowy until it tapered halfway down the calf with pockets in a smooth black fabric. The top as comfortable under the tight fitting charcoal grey jacket that opened in the front and zipped halfway up the neck. You looked like you belonged on that hellish ship, like you belonged with the First Order. The clothes were by far the nicest you ever wore and suited you well, and that realization made your skin crawl with disgust. At least you didn't look like a soldier.

You made your way out of the locker rooms, the sound of people fighting growing steadily louder. A small part of you hoped that it was your trainer sparring with Kylo Ren, it would be good to see him tired and frustrated. It would make him more human, give you proof that the monster could get tired and had weakness like anyone else. As you turned the corner you watched two men you didn't recognize fighting with each other, with a few others watching. Out of the observers you recognized the scared back of your trainer. You turned to leave when you realized past the door you entered through, you had no idea where you were in the ship or where to go.

You sighed and turned back, beginning the walk towards the center mat of the large room. Your existence didn't go unnoticed and for every set of eyes that found you the walk seemed to get longer. By the time you got to the group of men only the two sparring and the trainer weren't watching you.

The four men beside your trainer were huge and burly compared to his slimmer muscle. They were also all staring at you openly, unlike your trainer who didn't spare a glance.

You felt like you were under a microscope and quite uncomfortable as you began to speak.

"Excuse me." Your manners surprised not only you but your trainer as well, though the only acknowledgment he gave you was his eyebrows raising in subtle surprise as he continued watching the men fight. You decided to attribute your politeness to being watched by strangers.

"No one told me what to do next." The man's eyebrows raised even further.

"You want me to tell you what to do?" He sounded cocky and you sighed in response.

"I don't know where anything is on this maze of a ship or where I can go without being shot for being where I shouldn't be." You pointed out. "Listening to you is slightly better than being shot."

You could hear poorly concealed snickers from the men beside you.

He tapped a few different things on his datapad before turning to you with disdain.

"Someone will be here shortly to babysit you, until then you will sit and observe in silence."

You glared up at him with hatred, about to argue and he stared back, silently challenging you. You saw the unspoken threat of knocking you back onto the floor and pinning you again, so you decided not to push it. You took a deep breath and sat with a indignant huff, watching the two fight on the mat. More muffled laughter.

The men sparring finished with a devastating loss, one in an arm bar on the ground under the other. You were impressed, they had obviously trained for years to be killing machines. You also noticed that they all seemed to be friends.

Before you could get further lost in your thoughts you heard your name, looking up you saw a stormtrooper standing with the trainer. "He will take you to your room, and bring you dinner. More training tomorrow."

You stood to follow the Stormtrooper and without thought you said thank you to your trainer. It was an old habit from childhood to thank the people you sparred and learned from before going home. It must have come back to the surface. Your trainer nodded, wordlessly accepting your thanks, and unbeknownst to you his eyes followed you out the door.

#pup thoughts #fanfic #kylo ren #kylo x reader #smut #dom/sub #slow burn #starwars fanfic #dom!kylo #knights of ren #fandom

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thelov3lybookworm · 5 months ago

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TELL US ABOUT THE OC BOO DO IIIIIT I wanna hear about this cutie patootie 🥰

YESSSS IM SO HAPPY RN 🥹 ILY GIRLY OMG THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A CHANCE TO YAP 🥹

(this is an arranged marriage fic but both of these dummies have crushes since day one lollll)

okay so physically, hes like 6'3, has the prettiest hazel eyes, HIS DIMPLES SHOW WHEN HE SMILES, has the cutes ever laugh, the greenest green flag of them all

(hes also very good with kids like hes the bestie of his 4 year old niece 🥹)

he meets my oc girly at her cousins wedding, and hes like hello 🥰 and shes like 🤤😳 and he talks to her and stuff. then she is upset at something, and he, A STRANGER, sees that shes going around upset and so he follows her to a secluded corner to ask her if she wants to talk. like what stranger would do that 🥹

then like, they are going to get married cus their parents arranged it, but before they go on a blind date and hes like, 'listen, you dont have to say yes, just tell me no and i will tell them to call it off, yeah?'

then hes always doing things to make her happy, like she has been studying in uk and wants to go back for it, and he literally gets plane tickets for the two of them to go 1 WEEK AFTER THEIR WEDDING. AND SHES LIKE 😦and hes just like 'i wanna give you everything you want hehe🥰'

and then ive got one chapter planned where girly is sad and telling her husband about how her cousin bullied her, and hes so flabbergasted, and this guy who never even raises his voice or says anything bad about others, CALLS THE COUSIN A BITCH BWAHAHAHAH 🥳💀and then hes being a hater and trying to get his wifey to laugh cus sad wife is not allowed 🙂‍↔️

also everytime i write his name in the plot points, hes got that one emoji there, like

(this is when he sees her for the first time after their wedding)

(this is him telling her theyre going to uk)

and like. UGHHHH I JUST LOVE HIM JUST EVEN THINKING ABOUT HIM MAKES ME GO GAGA OMG

#tato <3 #asks <3 #my bbgs <3 #moots <3 #loml <3 #ann rambles <3 #oc fics <3

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surreal-duck · 4 months ago

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Tumblr user surreal-duck can I see your ocs I miss them

HI LORE i. miss them as well and rly should do smth w them again one of these days. but ur in luck bc i was sweeping thru my old internship doodle files and theres a good chunk of these i finally have reason to show LMFAO

anyhow these r mostly from the magical girls story ive been rotating in my brain for like? 4 or 5 years now?? but specifically the two mentor figures + the opposing antagonists (id posted the first two before on this blog but not the rest bc favoritism) these were frpm around 2022-23 so 👍

these r nikolai (red) and olivia (blue) !!! theyre childhood friends and formerly trained together under the same mentor before they got dragged into a larger, sinister plot/organization and nikolai defecting from them and just general disastrous yuri breakup dozens dead many injured etc. olivia was overly devoted to their mentor and turned a blind eye to the truth of what they were doing convincing herself that shes in the right for doing so! and the shock from nikolais abandoning her festered into immense hatred and theyve been at each others throats ever since <3 now nikolai has a mentee of her own that she simultaneously uses and sends off on missions to lowkey sabotage that organization. said mentee is the lil phantom thief girl ive drawn here and then but i honestly have no clue if ive posted her all that much either. anyways throughout the story they kinda bite each other and also kiss at some point but not before trying to slit each others throats and gouge their eyes out. the usual routine

heres brook and kane!!! brook is the main four's mentor, and old friends w nikolai. theyre somewhat of a secluded and otherworldly being living quietly among humans as an apothecary in the woods, and assists/watches over the gang!!kane along w olivia is one of the subleaders of the evil organization seeking to revive a fallen god to bring upon a new order upon the world but honestly hes not all that into it. he hates the world anyways and is bored all the time even with his extra and dramatic attitude so wouldnt it be kinda fun to bring it to ruin and renew it from there. at least til the magical gang kinda manage to make him come around and he becomes a key ally for them!!! plus he has beef with nikolai since who knows when and before his reformation she kinda would send her little mentee on "errands" to ruin each of his plans. and because of such she happens to run into the main gang often before they eventually befriend her as well (but not without heck of a lot of conflicts on their end too). post reformation though he kinda just pops by now and then with some new intel for them to use + becomes utterly smitten at first sight when he met brook and is now in fervent pursuit of them even with their indifferent ass. brook takes advantage of this by making him do near impossible errands for some rare ingredient or another but somehow he always comes back to their doorstep with the biggest smile on his face bleeding from every part of his body and cheerfully handing them the coveted item. and many such cases. they go drinking w nikolai the same night and vent to her how he would not leave their ass alone and she just laughs at him

and here is a pretty old chart also my old art kinda hurts/outdated designs and is missing my girl olivia but things r generally like this. plus some refs i never ended up finishing and now kinda dont like so i will redo that yet again at some point maybe lol

also some old marilanis while im at it bc i crave yuri and none of my ocs are exempt from this

#i hope this dump is sufficient for you lore alsakhdhfjwjdhwf #duck ocs #duck scribbles #doodles #asks #fluff-e-boy #always made ocs closer to my age (or at least how old i was at the time when o first made them) so niko liv brook and kane were kiiiinda #an attempt at figuring out some older charas and amping up the drama a bit i suppose hgfkbdkgdkj #its all a mess though i explained it ad best i could but its a lot more just trust me #maybe ill do more w them one day but that wont be soon. unfortunately a bit too ambitious for my current level #also theres two more sketches below that last one that the text is referring to that being kris utdr and erm. no need to mention the other

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cassyapper · 3 months ago

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Okay so fucking jotaro kujo

This man has been on my mind for fucking weeks

Like at first in part 3 I liked him cause I thought he was cool and very autistic, then he kept appearing in more parts and apparently Araki made it his personal mission to make his most popular character live a fuckin tragedy

I'm obsessed with him I keep giving my own traits, he now can't remember names *nor* faces for shit (face blindness my enemy) he can't handle spicy food and bright lights are his enemy (sensitive eyes)(like moi)(his hat is very helpful in that regards)(damn it now I want jotaro's hat)

I was giggling thinking of doing the "nine months in my womb making me suffer" meme with your continuety of Jotaro being the one to give birth to jolyne (long live trans Jotaro for the win) then I made myself fuckin devastated because I thought "wait wouldn't he be relieved a bit that she doesn't look that much like him?" THEN IT WENT INTO A WHOLE RABBIT HOLE OF ME THINKING OF JOTARO LOOKING AT JOLYNE GROWING UP AND HER BECOMING MORE MIRE SIMILAR TO HIM THAT CAUSE HIM TO FREAK OUT CAUSE "Oh my god what if she becomes like me" LIKE HE'S A FUCKIN CURSE OR SMTH

AND AND I was going to listen to music in class while doing work and then the song ah well better than the alternative by will wood came on and I had to fuckin stop that shit from playing immediately because I fuckin knew it would psychology break me and make me weep

BUT NOT BECAUSE IT IS A SAD SONG

Well I mean it is a sad song that moves so many people to tears but in my experience of listening to it it does me feel many emotions (just like any will wood song) but I never cried listening to it

NO THE REASON I KNOW IT WOULD EMOTIONALLY DESTROY IS BECAUSE THE FIRST FUCKIN LINE IMMEDIATELY REMINDED ME OF JOTARO

I knew just then if I actually listened to the whole song I'll cry in the middle of class

Even when I came back home I'm dreading listening to it

And you know what's fuckin funny?

Jotaro isn't even my favorite jojo

It's josuke! And in any part he's in he's not my favorite either (he's a close second) part 3? It's Avdol

Part 4? Rohan (there's so many things wrong with him and he's just plain entertaining to watch dkfjjfjf)

Part 5? Mista (ok idk if it counts since he only appears in one(1) scene but fuck it I count it)

Part 6? Jolyne and/or Pucci

It is fuckin bizzare

And like if I ever do a tier list of jojo characters it doesn't feel right to put him in any normal tier list

No it feels more appropriate for him to have his OWN tier that is situationed in a PNG of a brain BECAUSE HE HAUNTS ME

HE'S LIKE AN EVIL SPIRIT (pun intended) THAT'S HAUNTING ME TILL THE DAY I DIE

Anyway yeah I'll never be normal abt him

nods sagely i understand so so well

"I'm obsessed with him I keep giving my own traits" me TOOOO he's so. grabs at him. i think something about jotaro gets at a baseline that a lot of people have and it rings so resonantly it's kinda beautiful (also hope u can get a hat like his one day for ur light sensitivity or cool sunglasses like kakyoin)

also the jotaro being scared of jolyne turning out like him is SOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING REALLLL FUUUUUCKKK ive literally also used the phrasing "he sees himself as a curse" before IT'S SOOOOO. RAUGHHGHGHHHGH JTOARO KUJO I SWEAR he loves so much that he is scared of everything. lets just kill him

i will def have ot lsiten to that will wood song but i have felt similarly about other songs like i nearly cried while driving once because the song "eight" by sleeping at last come on and it fits jotaro so well. he's so evil this way

ALSO REAL AS FUCKKKKKKKKKK ABOUT JTOARO BEING AN ENIGMA OF A FAVORITE BECAUSE HE'S NOT. THE FAVORITE. HE GENUINELY ISNT. AND YET. AND YET HE IS A FAVORITE BUT WHAT HE'S THE FAVORITE OF EVADES CATEGORIZATION it drives me INSANE. "And like if I ever do a tier list of jojo characters it doesn't feel right to put him in any normal tier list" REAL AS FUCKKKKK. the way ive conceptualized it myself is that jotaro is my favorite jojo character BUT. my favorite jojo is jonathan or jolyne, my favorite p3 character is kakyoin, my fav p4 character is josuke or koichi, my fav p5 character is fugo, my fav p6 character is jolyne or pucci (samesies there) etc etc. like jotaro is the Jojo character to me. he is not the jojo or the character of any individual part. he is jsut , the jojo character. it's insane

he really is like an evil spirit youre so right. let's jsut kill him

#cass cries #jjba

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danceswithsporks · 4 months ago

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Clone X OC Week 2005

(Late) Day 4 - Intimacy

Rex X OC (Zirena)

Warnings: Talks of Suicide. Public Sex, Oral

Zirena groaned softly as her eyes opened to the blinding light overhead. Where was she? She shifted slightly and felt a scratchy material beneath her. “Wh-What?” Shit her throat felt dry. She blinked a few times before her vision cleared, finally. Blinding white walls filled her vision before the scent of disinfectant filled her nose. A steady beep sounded next to her. Turning her head, she noticed a bag of liquid connected to some tubes that led to her arm. An IV?

The sound of a door opening drew her attention and she looked towards the person who stepped into the room. “Kix?”

“Look who's finally awake.” He walked over to the terminal beside her bed. His eyes flickered between it and his datapad. “How are you feeling?” His voice came out in a gentle whisper.

“Okay. Confused?” She copied his tone of voice while trying to sit up better. A rush of pain went through her side and she quickly placed her hand against it. “Sore.”

Kix stepped over and gently pushed on the spot she was covering. “Is it painful?” Worried brown eyes looked into her green ones. She nodded slightly before mumbling ‘Kind of’. The medic hummed in thought for a moment. “That’s to be expected after what you went through. The week in the bacta tank helped to heal your outer body and begin the healing process for your internal damage.” He pointed to the IV. “The bacta infusion will help with the rest.”

“Bacta tank?” Her hand slid across her side before she quickly pulled up the medical gown she was in. Beside her, Kix coughed awkwardly.

Sure, he’d seen her body when she was first brought in and while he was taking care of her. But she’d been unconscious then. Now that she was awake, it felt wrong.

Zirena stared down at the bandage on her rib. “What the fuck?” Came out of her loudly.

Kix sighed as movement could be heard from the couch behind him. He shook his head while punching the bridge of his nose. “So much for not waking him.”

“Waking up who?” She looked towards the couch and felt tears burn her eyes. “Rex?”

The blonde had just been dreaming about her when he suddenly heard her voice. Except this time it was louder than in his dreams. His eyes stared at the woman in the medical bed. “You’re awake.” He rushed to her side quickly and took her hand in his. She hissed slightly and he quickly released it. “Kriff, sorry.”

Why did her shoulder hurt? She reached up and pulled the top of the gown down her shoulder. A bandage could be seen there as well. “What the hell happened?”

Kix watched the terminal as her heart began to race. “Calm down.” He placed his hand on her good shoulder. “Tell me what you remember.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and thought while reaching carefully for Rex’s hand. Her shoulder hurt like hell but that didn’t matter when she just wanted to touch him. “Dollian…He was trying to make me agree to marry him in exchange for my freedom. I…told him to go to hell.” Her head shook from side to side. “That’s all I can remember.”

“It’s okay.” Rex leaned forward and kissed the side of her head gently. “Don’t push yourself.”

“Makes sense.” Fox’s voice carried from the door.

“Fox?” Well her room was slowly becoming crowded. What next? The entire 501st?

Rex raised an eyebrow as he looked at the Coruscant Commander. “What are you doing here?”

Fox held up a thermos. “Bringing you some caf.” He also held up his datapad. “And some news.”

“What news?” Zirena watched as the red-clad clone walked over to her and passed her the datapad. “Is this?”

“The evidence against your family. It’s all here. As of this morning, everyone implicated in this matter has been released and cleared.” Fox crossed his arms.

“Wait, they’re just now being cleared?” That hadn't happened while she was unconscious?

Her beloved shook his head. “While no evidence had been found in your home or the Senator's home and office, we still didn’t have proof that they hadn’t committed the crime either.”

Zirena let out a long breath. “Oh.” She chewed her lip for a moment. “Well, at least this is all over now.”

Fox cleared his throat, gathering everyone’s attention. “There is one more thing.”

Of course, there was. “What is it?”

Fox reached over and tapped at the screen a few times. A file with a countdown appeared. “Seems Dollian had one more trick up his sleeve.”

She ran her fingers across the screen and scanned the file. “Wait.” Holos littered the file. So many holos! “These are holos of Rex and I.” She turned the tablet so Rex could look as well.

“Indeed they are. Once the timer hits zero it’ll release all of these to the media to reveal your relationship.” He watched as worry took over Zirena’s face. Rex shifted next to her.

“Can Echo and Tech stop it?” If anyone could figure it out it would be those two.

“No.”

Well, shit.

“Not yet at least.” The Commander sighed. “They’ve been working nonstop since we found it last week. But it’s surprisingly difficult to stop.”

Rex looked at the datapad. “How long do we have?”

Zirena pulled the countdown back up. “Two weeks” She took a deep breath and stared at the countdown for a moment before passing it back. “I see. Thank you, Commander. Please keep me up to date on the progress.”

Captain Rex stared at her in surprise as she calmly passed the tablet back. Her face had settled into a mute expression that he couldn’t seem to read. “Are you okay?”

“I am. There’s no point in worrying right now. That won’t move things along quicker. All we can do is hope that your men can figure it out.” If not…they’d cross that bridge when they had to. “For now, can I get something to eat?”

Kix watched her carefully before nodding. “Yeah, I’ll go grab ya something.”

-*-

1 week later

“Rex, Love. You know I can walk, right?” She shifted in his hands as he carried her into her apartment. “Kix cleared me, I’m perfectly fine now.”

“Not a chance.” Rex walked over to the couch and gently placed her down. “You almost died, I just want to be careful with you.”

Zirena reached up and stroked his cheek. Was that stubble she felt? “Darling, I’m not a porcelain doll. I promise I’m okay.”

Rex knelt in front of her and leaned his head in her lap. “I know, it’s just…I truly thought I lost you.”

“But you didn’t.” She stroked the back of his head gently. “I’m here and still so desperately in love with you.”

His eyes closed and the two of them sat together in peaceful silence. After ten minutes, he felt Zirena shift and clear her throat. “Are you okay?” Rex looked up at her quickly.

“I am…it’s just…” she hesitated. “I lied when I said I didn’t remember much about what happened.”

“You remember it all?” When she nodded to him, he cradled her face. “Do you want to tell me?” He wouldn’t force her.

“I do.” She wanted to share everything with him. The good and the bad. “But not here.”

Rex nodded and stood up. He reached down to carry her once more and instead, she shooed his hand away and instead stood on her own. “Meshla. Please?”

Zirena outstretched her hand and allowed him to grab it. “How about you hold my hand and lead the way?”

“Deal.” Rex wrapped his tan fingers around hers and led her into her room. Before allowing her to settle into the bed, he helped her take off her clothes and pull on one of his athletic shirts. The long top stopped just below her butt. It was one of the Captain's favorite looks on her.

It always felt amazing when Rex doted on her like this. It had happened very few times in their relationship and she savored each and every moment. In turn, she helped him out of his armor. “I still can’t believe that Anakin lent you to the Guard for this long.”

He watched as she nearly expertly removed his armor. Over the last few months, she’d gotten more and more practice in removing it. Her fingers stumbled on a few of the more complicated areas. But within five minutes he was standing only in his black. “When he heard what happened to you, he knew I wouldn’t leave. He was able to pull some strings and have me assigned with them for a while.”

“So who's in your position while you’re here?” Zirena carefully placed the final piece of his armor on the ground.

“Surprisingly, Fives.” He chuckled as he watched her gently place the armor down. The surprise in her eyes made him chuckle.

She stood up and stared at him. “Really?”

Rex nodded. “Anakin thinks it will be a good teaching moment for Fives. He has the tactical knowledge to be a leader, he’s just a bit too impulsive at the moment.”

Zirena chuckled while grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the bed. “Isn’t that exactly how everyone describes Anakin Skywalker?”

“It is. But that’s why it’s so important that Fives learns to be more level-headed.” He pulled back the comforter and helped her get comfortable. Rex settled in the bed next to her while pulling the blanket over them. “Can only be one impulsive person per unit.”

“Isn’t Ahsoka Tano also part of your unit?” She settled into the bed before laying her head on his chest.

“Well…that’s…” Rex sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose. “ I see your point.” Beside him, Zirena let out a chuckle. “It’s all the more reason that Fives needs to get his head on straight. Can’t have it be three against one.”

“I think you’ve been managing very well.” She giggled once more earning a playful tap on her shoulder.

“Stop being a cute smart ass.” Rex rubbed her arm gently before taking a breath. “So, would you like to tell me what happened? Or we can wait and just relax.”

Zirena took a deep breath. “Like I said, he wanted me to marry him in exchange for my freedom. But he….” She felt him rub her arm. “He made it hard to say no.”

Rex looked down at her in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“He threatened to have you killed if I didn’t. He said he’d be able to have you killed anywhere. That he had people who could do it.” She shivered at the memory. “There was the briefest of moments where I considered what he’d said. If only to protect you.” The hand rubbing her arm stopped. “But I quickly remembered who you were and how strong you are. Who your General was and how amazing your men are.”

She had been put into a rock and a hard place. Marry him and gain her and her family's freedom. But lose being with him in the process. Or deny him and risk spending the rest of her life in prison and the possible murder of her lover. “I’m sorry you had to make that hard decision.”

“Honestly? It wasn’t that hard. That’s when he pointed the blaster at me. He begged me to be with him. That he’d hoped my infatuation with you would have gone away. He said that I would learn to love him and if I didn’t then he’d kill you.” She leaned her head back to look at him. “I told him if he did that then I’d kill myself. That’s when he shot me.” A few tears trickled down her cheeks. “I remember the sound of the door finally opening and you calling my name. But then everything went dark.”

Rex’s grip on her tightened. He’d never let her leave his side again. “I was so afraid that I’d lost you. When I saw the blood around you something came over me and I almost killed Dollian. But the coward decided to try and end himself instead. Fox stopped him just in time. Last I heard, he’s at some medical facility in the mid-rim.”

“I guess that’s a good thing. Will he face trial now for what he tried to do? And what he did do?” Rex shifted awkwardly beneath her. “What?”

“Dollians family have stated that he had a mental break and that’s why he did everything. They want to avoid a trial if possible by claiming insanity.” He hated that it would most likely go that way. That Dollian wouldn’t be punished for everything that had happened.

“Fuck, I wish I’d punched him when I had the chance when we were kids.” An annoyed sigh left her. “Let’s at least hope this is the last we see or hear of him.”

“What about the countdown? If they can’t stop it, we'll be hearing from him.” That was Rex’s worry. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed about their relationship. Not in the slightest. But he worried about what the public reaction to the popular performer and daughter of a Senator dating a clone would be.

Zirena sat up and looked at him. “I have a plan for that.” Rex raised that notorious eyebrow of his. “If we can’t stop it. I’ll be going public myself. I will not let him take that from us.”

Rex raised his hand to her cheek and cradled it. “Are you sure?”

“More than I’ve ever been sure about anything in my life.” She’d thought long and hard about this. While she would have preferred to wait until they got married, if they got married, but after everything that had happened, she realized she didn’t want to hide it anymore. If it came down to it, she’d reveal it herself. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay. You know I’ll be by your side the entire time.” He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against hers. “But that is a thought for later. For now…” he leaned in and kissed her deeply. “Will you give me the honor of savoring you?”

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I thought you’d never ask.”

-*-

5 Days Later

“Rex? Why were you so insistent on us coming here tonight?” The two of them walked slowly and quietly through the Galactic Garden.

Rex held her hand gently. “ I have to ship out tomorrow night. Head back to the guys. Just wanted a romantic night with my girl.” He’d miss her. They’d spent the last two and a half weeks as close as possible. Even though they’d gone through such a difficult time together, they’d come out the end even stronger.

Zirena hummed happily as she leaned her head against his arm. “A part of me wishes you could stay. But your men, and Anakin, need you.” The two of them continued to walk quietly around the garden. She loved the sight of all the different types of plants. “By the way, how did you manage to sneak us in after hours?”

“Pulled in a favor with Fox. He got us clearance to be here for as long as we want.” They turned down a familiar path.

A playful smirk crossed Zirena’s lips while she looked up at him. “Is that so? Any reason in particular why you asked him for that?” Rex stopped walking and so did she. She looked ahead and found them in the Chandrila section once more. Underneath the Oracanth tree sat a small picnic blanket with a basket and a bundle of noobian green roses. “Oh, Rex.” She gasped softly. “It’s beautiful.”

Rex took her hand in his and gently led her over to the picnic. “I wanted everything to be perfect. Because there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

Her eyes went wide. “What is it?”

“Do you remember what I said at the benefit? When Dollian tried to take you as his date? About the garden?” He reached up and stroked her cheek.

“That you’d planned to ask me to marry you here, under the stars.” She watched as the clone Captain knelt slowly.”

“Zirena, I can’t promise the perfect marriage. Some days we may fight and argue. Most days we’ll love and cherish one another. But one thing that I’ll assure you of is that I will be with you for as long as you want me.” He smiled brightly at her as he pulled out a ring from his pouch. “It’s not a diamond or other precious gemstone. But it is special. I made it from a broken piece of my armor and the stone is from my blaster.” He slid the ring onto her ring finger. “ Zirena Ka’ve, will you marry me?”

Her eyes watered as she nodded quickly. “I thought we were already engaged?”

He chuckled happily before standing and pulling her into a deep kiss. “You’ve made me the happiest clone in the galaxy. I know we won’t be able to have a proper wedding for a while. But I just wanted you to know how much I loved you.”

“I’d wait a thousand years to properly marry you, Rex.” She kissed him once more.

Rex sighed and placed his forehead against hers while laughing. “You’re right. I’m sorry the ring took so long.”

“I’ll forgive you, this time.” She winked at him.

“Good.” Another kiss was given to her before he stepped back. “How about some celebratory food?”

-*-

A soft hum left Zirena as she stared up at the night sky. There weren’t many easy stars to see. The light pollution from the planet made it hard to see. But it was still beautiful to her. She raised her hand to the sky and smiled at the ring.

“You’re sure it’s okay?” Rex nudged her gently.

She turned her head to the side and nodded. “It’s more than okay. It’s perfect Rex. It’s part of your armor that keeps you safe. It’s the crystal from your blaster, you use that to protect the galaxy. Nothing else could be more perfect.”

With a sigh, she sat up quickly before spinning and straddling his lap. “You’re an amazing man, Rex. You could have used a blade of grass and it would be perfect.”

“One day I’ll buy you the most gorgeous of rings.” His hands fell to her hips and held them.

She leaned over and kissed him. “You already have.” With a wiggle of her hips, she grinned as his grip tightened on her and a low groan left him.

“You naughty minx.” He moved his hands to her thighs as she sat up and slid them up her skirt. To his delight, she had no panties on. “Now, Now. What is this?” His hands slid around her thighs and gripped her ass tightly.

“Mmmm, just a precaution.” She reached down and pulled her top off quickly.

Rex growled at the sight of her chest in the green lace bra he’d helped her purchase. On one of her breasts was a large love bite, his mark from the night before. “Here?” She nodded quickly with an adorably wicked grin. “You’re sure?”

“Just think of how lovely of a story it will be for the boys to hear the next time you get drunk.” With a wink, she lifted her hand to the center of the bra and easily unclasped it. Her breasts bounced, happy to finally be released. Her nipples instantly hardened in the cool night air.

The low lighting of the garden seemed to make her look even more like a goddess. His hands returned to her waist and gently ran up her sides to her breasts. “How do you know I do that?”

Zirena shrugged while sliding her hands down his chest and to the hem of his shirt. Her fingers wrapped around the soft material and tugged at it, indicating that she wanted it off. “Liza called me the last time you boys went to 79’s and told me that Kix had called her and told her what we’d done on the kitchen counter. He asked her if they could try it.”

Rex let out a long sigh as he lifted slightly off the ground and allowed her to pull the shirt off. “Are you upset?”

The shirt was tossed to the side before she ran her fingers down his pecks. “Only that we don’t have better stories to tell them.” She leaned down and pressed her lips against one of his pecs. “But we can easily change that tonight.” Her lips pressed against his other one. “If you’re feeling adventurous, that is.”

His hand slid under her chin and pulled her back up to him. “More adventurous than you know.” Rex pulled her down and kissed her deeply while one of his hands began to massage her breast. “Sweet, Sweet Fiancé. Let’s have some fun.”

“Yes, please, Captain.” Her lips ran against his happily before she pulled back and reached between her legs. “How do you feel about not seeing that sexy cock of yours going into me?”

An almost feral growl left him at the thought. “There’s so kriffing much I want to do to you, Sarad.” He gripped her thighs and pulled her towards his face. “First things first, I want that pussy on my face.”

Zirena squealed loudly as she was quickly and easily pulled towards his face. “ Captain Rex, you’re so vulgar.” She loved it.

Rex didn’t answer, intent on showing, not telling. He told himself he was going to start slow, really tease it out of her, but one look at her dripping core and all self-control left him. He buried himself between her thighs, giving one long lick from her ass to her clit, then wrapped his lips around her sweet pearl and sucked hard. Zirena’s reaction was near instantaneous, reactively trying to leap away, but he was having none of that. He growled and tightened his grip around her thighs, and that was that. He went back to devouring her. From experience, he knew that her head was most likely falling back as moans of ecstasy left her sweet lips.

There was something erotic about not being able to see her reactions, the soft material of her skirt cloaking his entire head. It seemed to enhance the way her sounds affected him. His cock felt harder and ached in desperate need to be freed. Without stopping, he released one of her thighs and reached down to the button holding his pants together. He fumbled with the irritating thing before finally feeling it open. As soon as the zipper was pulled down, his cock sprung free in relief. A groan of relief left the clone as he continued to feast on his fiancé.

Her head was spinning. Something felt completely different this time. It seemed like he was hungrier and needier. She rocked her hips back and forth in desperate need of him to never stop licking her. The sound of his zipper pulled her down from the sky just long enough to realize that his savory cock was now waiting for her. It was nearly painful to pull herself from his face, but she did.

“Zirena?” Why was she suddenly moving?

“Just getting into a more comfortable position. Don’t worry.” She turned around and as she did so, she caught a glimpse of her beloveds soaking face. Fuck, he looked so hot staring at her with those lust-filled eyes and her essence all over his face. She bent forward and lowered her head to his cock. She eyed the bead of cum leaking at the tip hungrily. She wanted it in her mouth. A long lick ran from the base up to the tip. Her ass was purposely raised in the air so he couldn’t lick her.

“Shit.” He shuddered at the feeling of her mouth on him. She was amazing at this. He continued to be surprised by her abilities. Her ass waved above his face, teasing him of that treat he desired so badly. He tried to move his arm up to pull that cunt back to him but found them pinned by her knees. “Sneaky girl.”

Zirena wiggled her hips even more. “Just wanted to have my own fun is all.”

Rex rolled his eyes. She was so adorable for thinking she was stronger than him. In one swift movement, his arms were pulled out and his hands quickly grabbed her ass. “Bring that cunt here.”

“Fuck!” His head hungrily returned to her cunt making her eyes roll into the back of her head. She fought through the amazing feeling and focused on Rex instead. She placed her lips around the tip of him and worked her tongue around the head. He growled into her cunt making her shiver.

He wanted to rip her skirt off so he could see her in action. Rex loved watching her suck his dick. But this would be such an amazing memory to have. The enhanced way it felt made him shiver each time her head bobbed. Each time he groaned, she groaned. It was one of the best feedback loops he’d ever experienced.

One thing Zirena had noticed over the last few days was that he hadn’t kept up with his shaving. A noticeable stubble was now on his face and with his current position, the stubble on his chin was now rubbing against her clit. Each time his tongue dipped into her cunt, that stubble rubbed against her clit and she saw magnificent stars. She pulled her head off of him with a loud pop and moaned loudly. “Rex!” Left her lips in a mix of a cry and a scream. So close. She was getting so close.

Rex lowered his mouth to her clit while pressing two fingers into her. ‘Fuck’ was cried out making him smirk while her soaking pussy clenched around his fingers. “Good girl, cum for me.”

“Not yet.” She wanted him to cum at the same time as her. Zirena wrapped her hand around the base of his cock before returning her mouth to him. She’d gotten better over the last few months at taking him deep into her throat. ‘I’m so proud of you, Sarad.’ He’d whispered to her while running his fingers through her hair. It was that thought that was now pushing her to quickly suck him. “I want that cum to run down my throat.”

His hand grabbed her ass and squeezed tightly. “Mmm, don’t think you need to try too hard, Fiancé. The sight of this ass and the sexy as hell sounds you're making are sending me up the wa-“

Zirena pressed her cunt back into his face and stopped him from talking. She felt a nip at her thigh and she let out a gasp that was muffled. The cock in her mouth throbbed, making her smirk. His fingers that were deep within her twisted and stroked the spongy spot that would have her singing for the entire garden. Her gripping his cock tightened and her motions became sloppier. She could feel her own saliva all over her hand and around her mouth from sucking on him. They’d no doubt walk out of here completely disheveled and she didn’t care one bit.

Her pussy began to tighten around his fingers making his cock throb even harder. The thread of pleasure within him tightened and tightened until finally, she screamed as her own orgasm washed over her. As soon as her body tightened around him and that delicious essence hit his mouth, he snapped. “Kriff.” His hips bucked and quickly pumped his seed deep into her throat. She cried and screamed around his cock while rubbing hard against his face, working her way through her orgasm.

The two rode their highs together, rolling through the waves of pleasure that shook their bodies. After a few moments, they both settled into each other. Her head rested on his firm thigh next to his cock. She felt him press his lips against her thigh making a sweet sigh leave her.

Rex ran his hand up and down her leg gently a few times, allowing the both of them to relax. “How’d that feel?”

Zirena settled against him. “Amazing. Maybe you should keep the stubble?” He chuckled beneath her, making her bounce a few times. “I’m just being honest.”

He tapped her thigh a few times, indicating for her to get up. “I’ll think about it. Not sure I can pull it off as well as Fives does.”

Zirena turned and smiled up at him, loving the way her release on his nose and chin glistened in the light of the trail lights. “We’ll see.” She turned and straddled his lap once more. “Now, shall we continue? Or would you rather take this home?”

“Like I would deny my fiancé the fun she so clearly desires.” He pulled her body close against his and kissed her deeply, sharing their tastes with one another.

#clone wars #clone x OC week #clonexocweek2025 #late post #I’m sorry #; ;#captain rex x oc #Captain Rex

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fairytalesofthewind · 1 year ago

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With Darkness comes Light IV

A Feysand x reader fic

TW: 748 words of angst (vivid description of death)

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Both the citizens of the Night Court and those beyond it, thought of Cassian as a simple brute, who happened to be a General. He was certainly a good fighter, brave and handsome, but many people thought that beyond that there was nothing to be seen. You knew better. Cassian knew better.

Throughout his life, Cassian came close to dying too many times. Throughout his life, he has seen too many die. He recognises the feeling now. Before one moves on, there is a shift in the world, and a tug deep in one’s bones, right before Death grasps you. He knows that that last moment could be the most painful one, especially when you are cradling the person you love most in your arms.

He thought he would have to experience it only once in his life. The feeling of blood and life slipping through his fingers as his sister, Alodel, lay dying in his arms. Hundreds of years later, he still lies awake at night, remembering the smell of the fresh snow, now saturated with the terrifying scent of her blood. He remembers how the blinding white snow was reddened by the concerning amount of blood. He remembers Alodel fading away, not only her life slipping away, but also her body. There was nothing left of her, she had been taken away by a black mist.

And yet, there you were. Hundreds of years later, fighting bravely. He could never forget that day, the way you fought, and how you died in his arms.

It was barely a decade before Rhysand was trapped Under the Mountain. Most of the soldiers from your camp had left to fight, leaving only the weak, young and old behind. His enemies knew that too, which is why they attacked your camp.

They didn’t account for you, didn’t expect anyone to fight back. At the end, it didn’t matter, you weren’t able to fight against that many experienced soldiers. At the end, Cassian was too late, just like he was with his sister. At the end, you didn’t care, you had accepted your death before he did.

The scene before him was all too familiar. You looked like you were sleeping in a bed of red, in the middle of the snow. He took you in his arms, his memories of the past blending into the present like your blood in the snow.

You didn’t look scared like Alodel, you wore a kind smile on your face.

“There you are,” You greeted him, “Warrior-Heart, I have been waiting for you.” You didn’t beg him to not let you die, like his sister. You didn’t cry, you didn’t writhe in pain. Your death was so different, yet so much the same.

Cassian had tried to reassure you, he would get a healer, before you knew it. You only answered back with another smile for a while, before you said to him that it was your time.

“Don’t fear, Warrior-Heart. This won’t be the last time we meet. But I must first die to get reborn.”

But he couldn’t let you die like Alodel. He could not bear it. He pulled you closer in his arms, begged Rhysand to make haste and get to your camp. He told you stories and called you Alodel many times, before asking for your name. He rocked you back and forth and cried harder than he did in years when you died. He had felt the pull of Death and only embraced you tighter. It could have taken minutes or hours before Rhysand finally arrived, but it had already been too late.

You had already been taken by a black mist.

After all those years, he remembered your face, as if your blood was still fresh on his hands.

That’s what it felt like when he saw you. The Keeper of the Forest, Master of the Dark Creatures, the young girl that died in his arms. The girl he mourned for, as he did for his sister.

You looked different. You weren’t covered in blood. Your wings weren’t ripped apart, they were missing all together. Both of your legs were attached to your body and there was no hole gaping through your stomach. Your body looked fine, but your eyes looked as dead as the day you first met.

He repeated your name and alarm flashed through your empty eyes, before you disappeared into a black mist. This time not because you died, but because you fled.

Taglist: @starryhiraeth @sweetorangeblossom @esposadomd @blackgirlmagicforever

#acotar #rhysand #acofas #feysand #acotar x reader #cassian #cassian x reader #acowar #x reader #feyre

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flimflamfandom · 2 years ago

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Washboard Blues, and other Vignettes

Vignettes (I guess they call them Imagines these days?) I wrote in the Lackadaisy Discord, plus one that’s original on here.

There are 4 on offer: -You’ll Thank Me When You Grow Old (Discord) -If Only She Knew (Discord) -Washboard Blues (Discord) -You’re Gonna Look Fine (new for this post)

I also allude to an original character from @ladybugkisses ! I don’t really include her, it’s mostly about Rocky, but she’s there so I’m tagging it and mentioning Ari. Give her a follow if you haven’t already!

You’ll Thank Me When You Grow Old

Rows of sunlight snuck through the blinds in the dorm. It was cold - drafty, and wet outside, with typical dorm room quality insulation (that is to say - bad insulation) made for a rather frigid experience.

Still, Helen was wrapped up in the covers, Olivia was in a thick bath robe - And Ivy was nowhere to be seen. That is, until the door crept open, revealing a rather bleary eyed Ivy, still in clothes from the night before - party clothes, with a hastily thrown on tweed jacket.

Olivia peered up from her glasses while reading, like a disappointed mother. "You're home early." She said, a snide lilt in her voice.

"I...stayed at a friend's place."

"Sure you did." Olivia stood. "And I bet you sat there and played dominos all night, too?" Olivia walked over to her bed, and got a few things from the shelf nearby.

"Olivia, what does it matter if-"

"It matters that you're out so late! I was worried sick!"

"Freckle is nothing to worry about, he's a good man!" "He works at that no good, low down Daisy-whatever. I bet he'll die in some awful shoot out anyhow."

"Olivia!" Ivy gasped, as she removed the jacket, and her evening sleeves, "How dare you say something like that!"

"It's true! What's next? He gets you tied up in it?"

"...well..."

"...IVY. MICHELLE. PEPPER." Olivia seemed mortified. "You're NOT gonna keep doing that! You'll get killed!"

"What does it matter to you!?"

"We're your FRIENDS, Ivy! Don't we mean ANYthing to you?" Olivia fought on a sweater, and got her shoes on. "...I'm going to class. I don't want to hear about...mobsters or whatever." Olivia put her hands on Ivy's shoulders.

"You'll thank me when you grow old."

Olivia walked out the door. Ivy stood there. She sniffled. Helen rubbed sleep from her eyes.

"...oh, morning Ivy," She yawned, "Did you...see Oli? She wanted to talk to you."

"...how did you sleep through that?"

"Sleep through what?"

"Nevermind.”

If Only She Knew

Calvin sat there as the record player warbled. Something about a washboard. He sat, nervously, in Mitzi May's office. Ivy was there, too. The two seemed to be in fairly hot water. Calvin and Ivy'd been caught by Mitzi in the broom closet as it were. Ivy, still in her green dress, looked up at Freckle.

"Think you'll have to stop working for the Daisy?"

"Maybe."

"Well. Always the Marigold." She said.

"Not in my life." He said. "If I'm forced into retirement I'm going-"

The door opened. Ivy gripped Clavin's hand. Mitzi stormed in. "I must admit, I'm awfully cross you two chose to do this on the clock."

"Mitzi, with all due respect, Calvin's hands were hardly near my-"

"It's not about that!" Mitzi said. "I do NOT want to hear the details! What's important is that you should NOT be doing that at work!"

"I'm NOT on the job!" Ivy remarked. "It's my night off!"

"Calvin is very much on the job." Mitzi replied.

Calvin looked down. "...I, eh...I was...staking someone out."

"...why didn't you say something!"

"I tried, but you kept kissing me before I could say words!"

"I do have a nasty habit of that." Ivy said.

"I like that nasty habit." Freckle went a bit red, and drooped his ears.

"Aww, Calvi-"

"Excuse me." Mitzi said, sternly. "...I'm not gonna make you two stop seein' each other, that'd be too much. But Ivy, you ask me if Calvin's workin' next time."

"...fine."

"And you, Mr. McMurray." Mitzi said. "What are your intentions for my daughter?"

"...beg...pardon?"

"Your intentions."

"...for your daughter?"

"No, I haven't got a daughter."

Ivy blinked. "...you said daughter."

Mitzi's ears stood up. "...I said Ivy."

"You called me your daughter!" Ivy gasped. "Does that mean-" She smiled brightly, "You love me like a mom!?"

"Ivy, please, I-"

"Does THAT mean I'm Ivy may? I like that! I like Ivy Mcmurray more, though~" She cooed.

"Ivy, I-"

"You two GET OUT!" Mitzi nearly chased them out with a stick. She sighed.

"...that girl..."

If only she knew.

Washboard Blues

Glitz. Glamor. Fame. Fortune. All these things came with running the newly successful Daisy. The dresses, the drinks, the fine friends, the gorgeous parties.

And Mitzi was stuck washing clothes, before such a party, because Wick was 'indisposed'.

"...You've got 3 maids and a secretary." She grumbled as she scrubbed. "And none of 'em could come to help with things?" She hung something else out. She huffed, and let out a sigh. "I ain't some dainty little housewife, Wick," she spoke, to no one in particular, "if you're not even gonna marry me why make me wash the clothes?" She sighed. "Atlas never made me do that." She grumbled. "I bet ZIB wouldn't! She yelped. "I bet he'd LOVE to wash the clothes from time to time! Closest he gets to a goddamn bath." She sighed.

"...no, no." She shook her head. "Wick's...injured." She rolled her eyes. "Here I go again, cursing the sick and needy." She got back to scrubbing. She hummed to herself, and sang.

"Mornin' comes with cloudy skies and rain...my poor back am broke with pain....My man's sleepin', I just scrubbin', chillin', weepin', I do rubbin' age a-creepin', clothes a-tubbin', all day long..."

She sighed, alone in the back yard, stretching her back and grunting. Her joints cracked. And then...

"...You know, Zib," She looked over to him, "You really don't have to play that on sax." She said.

"How am I not gonna play Hoagy Carmichael?" He walked over, and put his instrument down, carefully.

"What're you even doing here?"

"Band's entertaining here tonight...I see you've got a bit of the washboard blues, huh?"

"He's got a bad back, his maids are all sick, and Lacy is already on cooking duty..." She shook her head.

"Just bad luck on his part."

"Hmm." Zib shrugged. "You're right, you know."

"Hm?"

Zib cupped her chin. "I wouldn't make you wash nothin'."

"...su...stop." She batted at him, playfully. She smirked. "You're too much."

"If you say so."

You’re Gonna Look Fine

“...Rocky?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve been looking in the mirror for something like 30 minutes.” Mitzi said, crossing her arms. “What’s got into you? You got a court date or somethin’?”

“Not a court date,” Rocky said, “A REAL date!”

“With who?”

“Ari!” “...it doesn’t ring a bell.”

“You wouldn’t know her, anyhow.” Rocky said, dismissively. “She’s beautiful! She’s got this fiery red fur, and white tailtip, like a...fox or something! How wonderful she is, how delightful, how-”

“Rocky,” Mitzi shook her head, “I understand you got a date goin’ but frankly there’s an awful lot of work to do and I don’t want you mussin’ that suit beforehand. I-...where are you even goin’ at this time’a day that requires that sorta dress?”

“Why, only the finest establishment in town!”

“...”

“HERE!” Rocky said. “For pancakes.” He suavely straightened his tie.

“...for pancakes?”

“She never had ‘em.”

“Rocky-” Mitzi pinched the bridge of her nose. “I do hope she likes you, because I can’t imagine a lotta other women doing so.”

“Do I look okay?”

“You’re gonna look fine.” Mitzi said. “Maybe a little over dressed for a breakfast...you look like you’re on your way to your wedding!”

Rocky sighed dreamily. “I suuuuure aaaaam...”

Mitzi chuckled a bit, and batted his arm. “You really are perplexing.”

“Is that her in the window?”

Standing there was a girl, with...fiery red fur, and a white tailtip. She looked reluctant to enter. Mitzi looked over. “Well, Rocky, you know how to pick ‘em, I’ll give y’that.”

“What if she thinks WE’RE talking though?”

“...despite my better efforts I look like I could be your mother, Rocky. Go ahead, open the door for her!”

“Alright...wish me luck, Miss May, ol’ boss ol’ pal o’mine!”

“Mhm.” Mitzi walked up to the office, and sat in her desk.

“...if THIS doesn’t work out for him, nothin’ will.”

#Lackadaisy #Lackadaisy Cats #lackadaisy fanfiction #FlimFlamuniverse #ivy peper #Calvin McMurray #Frepper #Rocky Rickaby #Mitzi May #dorian zibowski #roari #I like those two together they're cute!

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