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megapteraurelia · 3 months ago

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IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER.

🫧 SUMMARY; — you pulled a muscle during practice, and conventiently, iwaizumi hajime was around to help get off.

🫧 WARNINGS; — graphic smut; unprotected p in v; fingering

🫧 WORD COUNT; — 2976.

🫧 AUTHOR'S NOTE; — uhmmmmmmmm, it's iwaizumi hajime. there you have my reasoning. >_> i have NOT checked over grammar, so super sorry if you find mistakes. you're free to keep 'em, though. also!! this was only supposed to be like a 400 words drabble....ehm heh :3

please let me know what you think! -` ♡ ´-

“iwaizumi-san!”

“stop it!” you hissed quietly, panic bubbling up within you, but she ignored you as she called out to the athletic trainer, currently supervising your volleyball team on this monday, sharing him with several other volleyball teams of all kinds of leagues on the other days.

her voice sounded so innocent, so worried, so fake when in actuality she was bursting at the seams with delight to set you up with the trainer, so you tried again before she was too far for her to hear your whispers full of hysteria, “get back here, immediately, i’m gonna ki— oh shit, shit.”

in tow with your teammate, jogging like only a greek god could do, was iwaizumi hajime. his dark hair was pushed back and tousled up, courtesy of his hand running through it a bunch of times as he stood observing all of you, quietly speaking to your coach. iwaizumi’s eyebrows were drawn over his eyes, and oh, those intense eyes, trained on you. you thought you might as well hyperventilate when he looked at you like that. like he wasn’t just the on-site expert for sport injuries. like he had a reason for his eyes to linger on your form when you played. like his attention was solely on you, drinking in your entire form.

he was kneeled beside you before you could even swallow the saliva that gathered in your mouth to realise it. steadfast hands hovered over your leg, careful not to touch without having your explicit permission, though the warmth radiating from his hands heated up the slight slit of air between your skins.

“what happened?” he murmured, voice a deep rumble in his chest, warm and smooth. the green of his eyes searched yours for an answer to his asked question escaping his lips and the unasked one in the form of his clean nails and gentle fingertips ready to palpate your flesh.

you nodded at him, “i think i moved too suddenly. i didn’t… “ before trailing off, promptly inhaling when his fingers descended and touched your leg, bare skin spouting goosebumps almost immediately at the contact. his hands were warm, pleasant touches yet with enough pressure that you had to suppress a shiver running marathons down your back.

“...warm up properly,” you finished your sentence, gaze wandering over his face: the look of concentration, dark eyebrows framing his light eyes, the striking jaw as he kneed the muscle, gently prodding to find the tender spot.

“mhmm,” he pressed down lightly onto your thigh above your knee, “here?”

“no. higher.”

his fingers were obedient to your voice as they glided up, hands exploring your flesh, and once again, he asked, “closer?”

“no,” you breathed out, teeth finding your lower lip to bite down as your cheeks heated up, “higher still, and more towards the inside.”

iwaizumi hajime’s eyes found yours, and they were strong the way they captured you so easily, the way you could get lost in them. the intensity and presence of his body crouched around you like he could smother you if he wanted, if you wanted, and his eyes pleaded for honesty as he silently asked whether it was alright to touch higher up. you nodded, because it was.

“alright, if you would excuse me,” he said, yet you could swear there was a slight rasp in his voice that wasn’t there before. one that slithered in and took a hold of you, only for you to instinctually lean forward a bit, feeling his chest near your shoulder as the air warmed up.

like a string of butterflies, his hands moved up your thigh, almost at the juncture of your legs, and they slid down, searching your heated flesh for the tender spot, fingertips pressing, his breaths even yet deep, your heart pitter-pattering clumsily, and—

“ah! holy— fuck, that there, it hurts.”

he watched your face contort in pain carefully, his fingers easing up the pressure, yet keeping a hold of your thighs to measure the extent of your muscle strain.

“calm, calm, deep breaths,” he murmured lowly, voice almost like a purr yet the pain at his hands shooting up, “you’re doing well, good girl.”

“good, breathe in,” tears pricked in your eyes at another wave of pain swapping over you and you inhaled deeply, “and out now. i know it hurts, but you’re fantastic. doing a good job, you brave doll, you.”

maybe you were delirious, maybe it was his scent, maybe his touch, maybe the heat pooling in your stomach, but his praising words, praising you, accompanying the pain ignited a deep desire in you, made your legs twitch for something other than agony, and then there were his eyes — making you feel like he liked having his hands on you, like he liked saying those things to you, like he could devour you right then and there. intense, piercing, seeing all of you.

the tip of his rosy tongue poking out quickly to wet his lips as his hands stilled and he softly let go of your leg.

“you should make sure to get proper rest. no overworking yourself, and — “ he fixed you with a long look, one that had your toes curling, that made feelings stir in your chest, that told you there was scolding awaiting you if you didn’t listen; an underlying threat, a warning, a promise,“ — you better not forget to warm up next time. extensively.”

your cheeks reddened in shame, because you knew you should have, “yes, i will, iwaizumi-san.”

he nodded, though hovered right next to you for a moment still as he breathed out, and then he stood up, his shirt stretched wide over his shoulders. he looked down at you, eyes darting all over your form, lingering on your leg with your pulled muscle, over to your face, to your lips.

his hand went through his hair again, the other clenched to a fist “do you have a way to get home?”

innocently, you shook your head.

it surely was a sign of control, the way his fingertips pressed into your knuckles ever so slightly, as he helped you through the door of your apartment. his scent was so close to you, and when you opened your mouth, you could taste his fragrance.

“thank you.”

iwaizumi gingerly let you down on the couch and helped you elevate your leg on the table in front of you, eyes lingering on your shoes that you still wore. with a glance at you, he started untying your laces to pull your shoes off.

the act was intimate; his hands were as warm as his voice was dark, “you should really take it easy.”

“but then i wouldn’t have you taking care of me,” you finally allowed a smile to grace your lips, your hand opening up toward him, and he came closer to you. his chest was firm against your fingers as they slid up to touch his shoulders, his neck, pulling him down to you slightly.

“you don’t have to get injured for that to happen, silly,” he mumbled, distracted, his hands settling on your healthy leg, fingers pressing into the pillow of your flesh, though this time with an underlying heat he hadn’t shown during your practice.

“i didn’t do it on purpose!”

his eyes narrowed and he regarded you professionally, in the way it always turned you on when he did; his voice a snarl as he got into your face, “how often have i told you to not just dive into gameplay without making sure your muscles are all ready to go, huh? you’re asking for—”

you sank your teeth into his lower lip.

his eyes seemingly darkened with desire, and he abandoned holding you at arm’s length within the second your mouth met his. tongues laced together, intertwined in a maze of delight, the rough pink muscle pushing down on yours, dominating the whole of your mouth; only a matter of time until you were nothing but a puddle of nothingness at his feet, ready to do everything he wanted.

he growled your name into your mouth, gasping for air, pulling you in again, because how could he ever get enough of you?

the way you tasted, your carelessness igniting an anger in him that spurred him on to teach you a lesson, fire pooling in his stomach, in his loin; your tongue hot against his.

you mewled at him overpowering you, and a quirk of his lips were the only thing responding to your rosy cheeks. his nose found its way to the spot where your neck and your ear met, the spot he always buried his face in to take in your scent, to kiss you silly. his teeth grazed your flesh, breath hot as the desire blazed up in your stomach at his touch.

“say my name.”

“h—hajime.”

another pinch, another bruise you would have to cover up in the morning, “again. i don’t like when you call me iwaizumi.”

“hajime,” you repeated just as low, hand gripping his hair tight to pull it. in response, his tongue caressed your flesh, his fingers crawling up your leg to your stomach, and you remembered the times his dick drilled into you, deep and hard, pushing you over the edge, his fingers pressed into your stomach just like that.

his face pulled up again, swiftly dipping you into a dark maze again, tongues already touching before your mouth could connect, “fuck, i shouldn’t. you’re injured.”

“hajime,” you pleaded against his lips, one hand slipping down to the waistband of his pants, “please. it was hard enough to…”

you trailed off when his fingers wandered too; a mild frenzy surrounding you, stuffy, restricting your breathing at how broad he loomed over you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you loved the arousal swapping through your body, and you couldn’t wait to have him touch your hip to support his weight, ram his cock into you so hard until you saw stars, and even then he wouldn’t stop, would continue sinking deep into you.

“go on. finish your sentences,” he drawled; his intense gaze burning you up, lips shining with saliva, cheeks flushed in a rosé. just as you, he was caged in lust.

“it was— ah,” your voice turned scratchy and traitorous when his rough fingers slipped down your panties, “h—hard…fuck, I— pretending like, ngh-ahh, we’re not…a th—thing..”

“what’s that? i don’t think i can properly hear you over your stutter.”

“bas—bastaa-hah-hard.”

your thighs opened up for him, even though one of your legs screamed for you to stop moving, but you couldn’t help it, your hips rubbing against his fingers, grinding down on him slowly, roughly; pants falling from your mouth like leaves in october. his body pushed yours against the back of the couch, hard, his mouth biting your skin as his lips found that specific spot on your neck easily again.

“yeah? you really want to call me names now, doll?” iwaizumi hajime could not fool you so easily, his breath leaving his mouth in chopped pieces; the words escaping his needy mouth a breeze against your skin once you had shoved your hands down the pants to grip him. his desire was matching the same inferno roaring in you, and he felt heavy in your hand, thick and warm.

a groan escaped him, low; and your hips leaned forward to kiss his hands again and again, rolling, breasts pressed against his chest as your mouth left hard kisses all over his neck, leaving marks, claiming him as yours the way you wanted to shout to the world.

hajime could only watch you through half-lidded eyes, feel your fingers drag his entire length, pulling at him deliciously slow, thumb catching the eager drops to rub them in, and god, you looked so fucking beautiful, your cheeks all red, eyes glazed over, shiny lips open, alluring sounds coming out of your mouth, drilling through the hot air to him.

“i wish i could just— fuck, dick you down so good, you pretty thing,” he gritted out, his teeth biting into your lips now too then licked over them as an apology and a whine escaped you, “y—yeees, please-ah.”

“but you don’t want to listen,” his fingers plunging deep inside, thumb working your clit, building up your orgasm quick and dirty, fingers skilled at drawing out every inch of lust within you, and when your legs started trembling, when your nose twitched like you were about to sneeze, he pulled away.

your hand slipped out of his pants against your will, and he looked at you, breathing heavily, repeating, “you don’t want to listen.”

“w—wait, hajime, wh—what?”

iwaizumi hajime towered over you; an almost mean glint in his hazed eyes, fingers clenching and unclenching before grabbing the base of your hair, gripping tightly. dull pain bloomed on the back of your head and your neck as he forced you to look up at him.

“i’ve told you to take care so many times. warm up well, rest up well, yet you pretty little brat have to go overboard, huh?”

his fingers tightened, and your mouth opened up slightly, only for his thumb to sneak past your lips to press down on your tongue heavily. you tasted your own self from where he had pleasured you, and you couldn’t even respond because he held your jaw the way he wanted to.

“did i or did i not say that?” hajime asked, “hm, doll?”

using your head, he nodded with his hand holding your mouth, but you found yourself nodding alongside him out of your own volition, too. you wanted him to fuck you, wanted him to claim you, use you, own you. but here he was, still standing there in front of you, his raging hard-on so very inviting. you let out a pitiful sound, but he glared at you in warning.

his thumb slipped out of your mouth, rubbing your lower lip instead, pulling it down to expose your teeth, “mhmm, let me think for a bit on whether you deserve it, yeah?”

“don’t be so mean, hajime.”

“my darling, you haven’t seen me mean yet.”

your mouth curled into a pout, “please, i will be more careful. i’ll do my warm ups, i promise,” and then, because you knew how much he liked hearing you breathe out his name in that sinful tone of yours: “hajime.”

“fuck.”

it was like a dam broke, the way he let go of your hair and face so easily, the way his eyes devoured you, the crash of his mouth on yours, the clashing of teeth, meeting of tongues. hajime stumbled into you, felt how hot you were, sweat already adhering to your body like a second layer of skin as his fingers tugged on your clothing, clearing access, careless because all he could just do right now was have you.

his body pressed all over you, hot breath fanning over you, his hard dick rubbing between the folds, driven by need, eyes meeting yours for a split second before he drove into you. your injured leg hoisted up on his side, in the least possible way of irritating the already strained muscle, making sure to keep it level.

“i’m sorry, baby, i’ll— ah, f-fuuck, i’ll take care of it later,” hajime’s words were so kind, but the way he was groaning, the colour of his voice, the way it rumbled in his chest was dark, floating in the air like gas, suffocating you slowly.

his hips slammed against your skin, and the sound echoed in the room, in your head, the tremor felt throughout your body.

you were sure your eyes turned upwards in pleasure, whining out his name, clenching on his rapidly moving cock, had you rocking back and forth against the back of the couch, chasing a high you yearned so much. his face was buried in your neck, biting your skin, tasting your lust for him, never stopping.

feeling arousal swirl in your stomach, you felt the way your core tried to get a hold of him but the pace he set was too fast, too much of a challenge, like all the pent up frustration needed to get out, like his annoyance and his concern over you hurting yourself needed to be fucked out of him and into you.

“haji—hajime.”

his voice was muffled, but you felt the low purr of it against your skin, “m’darling girl, you feel so good, you’re so pre—ah, pretty, nghh, fuck. don’t you— don’t you worry me like that anymore, hear me?”

“yea—h, yeah, yes, yeahh,” baseless affirmations passing your lips, no sense in your words. he could ask you for anything and you would have said yes. gasping for breath, raising your hips, meeting him, pressing messy kisses everywhere, god, you were whipped for iwaizumi hajime. ultimately and completely wrapped around his fingers.

when you came, it was at his command, at the bite of his teeth, at the press of his hands on your stomach, at the same time that he released and filled you up, hips stuttering, lazily plunging into warmth over and over. claiming you with his cum painted all over your skin, pushed back between your folds again.

you wrapped your healthy leg around him to keep him near, to keep him inside and close to you, not ready to part just yet. hajime had never been softer and gentler in setting down your other leg, expert fingers caressing your flesh, tenderly prodding to reassess the injury until he was satisfied.

sighing, he lifted his head, kissing your jaw, the corner of your mouth, capturing your lips into a meek, warm show of affection.

“i’ll clean you up, love, you just sit here and look pretty for me.”

despite that, he took a while to move.

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disneyprincemuke · 2 years ago

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midnights, 3 * mv1

max just won his third championship, but the sinking feeling starts to settle in

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol

notes: yall i have like 3 different drafts of this, i got no idea what's up with my writer's block... i've also rewritten my fem!driver series like 3 times based on a request like what is going on

(prev) // (next)

max verstappen wouldn't give anything up for the third title he's just won. but he would turn the world upside down if it meant having you around.

the interviewer had caught him off guard earlier, congratulating him for winning on a saturday evening. and then suddenly bringing you up and noting how strange it is that you have not been around for a while.

he had to tame his shock, arguing with himself in his mind about the privacy of your relationship. on one hand, he hasn't had to talk about you openly while he's still in mourning. but on the other, everybody just assumes you're too busy to attend races and they bring you up nonchalantly.

he has to go around pretending he doesn't want to break down in tears at the mention of your name.

christian had brought the team into a nearby bar to celebrate, not forgetting to remind everybody that the main race is still tomorrow.

max knows that he misses you. he recognises it in the way his hand reaches out for nothing when he walks into the paddocks by himself and looks out for your face in the crowd when he's on stage. he just tries to push it away as much as he can.

but it hurt the most when he jumped out of his car at parc ferme after the sprint, marking his third title in 3 years. he searched desperately for your face within his team, wanting to share the championship with you.

he wants to share this with you, truthfully having you to thank for his all that he's achieved in the past 3 years. at the end of all this, he just wanted to stumble back into you and celebrate quietly.

max had been the centre of attention, taking his mind away from you for about an hour. he was singing and dancing, drinking and having fun until the sinking feeling started to eat him away.

now he's tucked away at a corner booth of the bar, his fourth glass of gin and tonic on the table. he's staring blankly at the table, the bass from the speakers thumping away in his chest.

"mate, congratulations again." he looks up to meet daniel's eyes, who is now sliding into the empty seats opposite him. daniel puts his drink down and leans back to get comfortable. "shouldn't you be celebrating?"

"already did. this is my fourth," max grins forcefully, tapping on the rim of his cup. he leans forward to rest his elbow on the table, drawing shapes on the table with the droplets of condensation from his drink. "just a little tired, that's all."

daniel doesn't answer right away. he just nods understandingly then looks around briefly. "so where's (y/n)? she's never missed a championship weekend." max's eyes trail up to meet him again.

the mention of your name forms a lump in his throat. max wishes he knew where you were, then maybe he'd have the courage to find you and take you into his arms once more.

"did you split up or something?" daniel follows up immediately, raising an eyebrow at max.

the dutchman blinks, tears quickly swelling in his eyes. realistically, only victoria knows of the split. he's more shocked that alexandra and kika have kept it so lowkey that the news hasn't flooded the media and gossip sites.

for that, he's truly thankful.

"yeah, in singapore," max shrugs. he picks up his drink, taking a big gulp to wash your name off his tongue.

daniel nods and sinks into his seat, not asking max to further elaborate. he appreciates that as well. he's not in the spot where he's ready to talk about it either.

he tried to with victoria, but it only ended with him in a sputtering mess of tears before he fell into a deep slumber. he woke up that morning on the floor by his couch with victoria not very far off.

"have you talked to her since?"

max shakes his head dejectedly, lips pouting into a genuine frown. his eyebrows furrow as his frustration starts to grow.

why hasn't he reached out? more importantly, why haven't you?

"i think she hates me, mate."

"why would you even say that?" daniel tilts his head, raising his eyebrows to encourage max to elaborate. he's quite curious on this one, truly.

daniel had never seen a love like the one you shared with max. the privacy of your relationship made whatever he witnessed all the more special and he loved watching you both grow with the relationship.

he heard of the fights from his girlfriend who was suspiciously more aware than him, but he could have sworn that you two would have made it out of the great war. he hadn't seen you since saturday night in singapore and he simply thought you'd taken a break.

his guess that you'd split up was random, but he never expected max to confirm it.

max shrugs. "we were fighting all the time. we somehow lost each other. we were too far gone to save, i think."

"you asked for the split?"

"she did," max confirms with another sigh. he presses the cold glass onto his lips, "i didn't say anything, she just walked out."

"mate, you didn't say anything?" daniel exclaims in disbelief. he drops his drink on the table, watching max calmly sipping on his gin and tonic. "why didn't you?"

"i don't know," max answers with another shrug, running a hand through his hair roughly. he tugs at the roots and drops his drink on the table with a thud. "i don't know, maybe we're better off not together."

maybe. maybe, maybe. and maybe if he'd just fought for you that night, you would be here celebrating with him.

that, or you'd still be fighting every 3 days over every little thing. he recognises the toxic cycle, but he'd honestly rather have that with you around than be in this position.

max shakes his head, finishing whatever is left of his drink. abruptly, he crawls out of the booth seat. he hears daniel scrambling after him.

max holds up a hand and turns to face daniel with a frown. "i'm heading back to the hotel. i just want to be alone. please."

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hollyethecurious · 4 months ago

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Can you add me to your tag list? Part 1 is great, can't wait for Part 2!

Of course! Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed Part 1. I am diligently working on finishing Part 2, so I hope to have it ready for y'all soon.

I also want to congratulate you on being the first person added to my 2025 Curious Crew Tag List! Each year I start over with my tag list, allowing people who may have moved on from the fandom to gracefully exit the list.

So...

Look alive, ya filthy bilge rats! It's time, once again, to sign up for me crew!

It's a clean slate for the new year, so if you'd like to be tagged in my 2025 fics/updates, then please comment on this post, send me an Ask, or slide into my DMs.

I set a writing goal for myself of an average of 300 words per day, which will give me just over 100k words this year, and believe me... I have at least that many words of ideas in me!

Just a reminder, though. I do not do individual lists for each fic. I have one tag list for all updates and new works, so if you asked to be added you'll get notifications for everything. However, you can exit the list at anytime by just shooting me an Ask (I won't post it) or a DM. No worries at all.

Finally, I have made the decision to no longer post on FanFiction.net. I'm sorry for the inconvenience this may cause for some of you, but the site has become so burdensome. Going forward, you can find my fics here on Tumblr and on AO3. I am HollyeLeigh over there.

I look forward to sharing my works with y'all. If you're curious as to what I'll be working on this year, feel free to send me an Ask. I love talking about my ideas and having it out there will keep me accountable, lol!

Thank you to those who have been with me both this past year and the years prior. Your continued support and encouragement means the world to me!

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imaginesbymk · 2 months ago

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MARSTON. ━︎━︎ ZSAKUVA STRICT PROFESSOR !

chapter two - ❝chewing gum.❞

← previous chapter: chapter one - "four eyes." next chapter: chapter three - "boo!" →

fanfic info / read it on wattpad

SYNOPSIS / Andrew finds out the person behind the review. A student pays a visit during office hours.

TAGS - mentions of Andrew's backstory with the teacher.

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"I'VE ALWAYS valued the sentiment behind poetry. But now when I look down and read the poems I wrote during my youth, I can't bare to look. Only a seven-year-old writes, 'roses are red, violets are blue', and students who couldn't care less about poetry use that line over and over just to get the assignment over with. Students in the classes I were in used that as a prompt, and last year a student used that but just switched up the words. Violets cannot be red.

But this topic is for another time. I won't be teaching poetry until next semester. Right now, the first topic before I could even jump into The Odyssey or The Iliad is the history behind literature, and because literature existed during the beginning of civilization: we go way back." I press the forward arrow key to go to the next slide. "History plays a huge role in literature, and without history, no literature. Without literature, no history. Without either, I am unemployed."

Another round of giggles erupts.

"We will cover history, and if you're in a program such as English and Liberal studies, you would very likely have that required course in your schedule."

Speaking of schedules, the Dean requested to see me before my office hours. I have opened them for week 1, despite it only being syllabus. But because I jump right into the topics, students would want to come during the hours and ask me pretty much anything.

As I entered the Dean's office, I let out a breathy sigh. "Any luck?"

She nodded her head. I rush over to her desk.

"I want to stress this to you, Andrew. Once we track down this person, they will be under investigation. Think about all the paperwork that comes with it. The poor kid is probably-"

"Childish? Very much so." I fold my arms. "I would never do anything to jeopardize my relationship with my students."

"Even though you claim to be innocent, you will still be under investigation. They require proof." The Dean opened her email, then split the tabs so we could see both the report she filed as well as a document shared on Google Drive.

I begin tapping my foot, agitated. "Is there a new review posted?"

Dean stares. "Andrew."

"Right."

"The more paranoid you get, the more you will keep feasting on the negativity. That's unhealthy."

"Yes, but having the nerve to come up with a fake allegation is just as unhealthy and quite bloody dangerous to my job. I am hiring a lawyer if this doesn't resolve by the time it snows."

The Dean opened the new tab. "Here."

"Read it to me, please."

"They said they carefully reviewed the page where it was posted, and they were able to track down the IP address. Their offense violated the policies and guidelines, and the review has since been removed after you have contacted the site's personnel and reporting the rating as additional efforts for faster evaluation." The Dean smiled at me. "Now it's up to you to take more legal action."

"A name?" I ask, almost ready to bite my nails.

The Dean scrolled down the report. "They will report a name later on."

"I'm trying very hard here to not pace around like a student."

"Once I get the name, I'll forward it to you right away. That's all, please go pace around in your office."

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MY PARENTS took legal action when they found out about what my teacher did back at my old school. I try to erase that awful memory from my head as much as I can, but it trails behind me like footprints whenever I think of what has gotten me stressed right at the beginning of the new school year. It was enough that my peers looked at me like I had six heads on my body because I was much more gifted that it made me move up a grade.

I had to deal with stares and whispers every time I walked past people. Not just back then, but even now. How ironic is it to have students stare and talk about me over such a sensitive situation as a child, to gush about how "attractive" I look for a professor. I shouldn't let that deceive them for the type of teacher I am, I value myself more than my looks.

The quirky Maths professor looks at me as I turn to corridor to my office on the second floor. His office is all the way on the other side, crammed with students who struggle the most with simplifying fractions or dilutions (the majority of his students are in the health sciences field). So thankfully, he never bothers me.

I picked up my pace. I should be at least a minute late, which I will learn to actually be present inside for office hours at the dot next time. They're always in the afternoon, and students should be at alert. But then again, this is week 1. I shouldn't expect too many students already coming in to-

My eyes fixated on the student standing by my door. The only student who showed up.

It was them.

They turned around when they realized I was standing behind them. I fumble for my office keys and unlocked the door. "Come in."

My computer was still on when I left for the Dean. The tab that was open were the slides for English Composition 201. I hid the tab.

They sat down at the chair across the desk.

"How can I help you?" I ask.

The student shrugs. "Just wanted to say hi, was checking to see if you remember me."

My face lit up, as did theirs. "Of course I remember you," I pull back the rolling chair and sat down, unbuttoning my suit. "You were in my literature class last year. It's nice to see a familiar face. You're Y/N, if I'm correct."

They nod. "Yeah."

"You did so well in my class. Every submission never ceased to amaze me. I actually saw you attending my Literature 101... that's the class you were in, and passed. I was confused on why you were there."

"I came to campus super early. Thought I could kill some time."

Y/N was always careful with time. Always handed things on time, always arrived to my lectures on time, always attended office hours or private tutorials when needed. A very gifted student sits before me, it felt like seeing myself through another point of view, in awe of me. As I remembered what they said to me during one of our private tutorials, "You're one hell of an ace professor. Or whatever." It was no wonder people stared.

"Well, welcome back!" I smile at them. "I hope you do well this year, as you did the last. I must say, your critical analysis on The Odyssey was something I re-read a couple times. It was beautifully crafted."

They wave their hand. "Oh. I remember stressing over that assignment."

"And you managed to pull through. Working under pressure is a strength, it seems."

I could hear Y/N chewing their gum like they were a greaser. I could have some tendency of being a misophonic, but I just hate the sounds of gum chewing. Gum chewing, gum popping, food smacking, fidgeting, tapping, it makes me want to tear my hair out of my scalp in a fit of rage. I had to learn to tolerate keyboard clicks once as a student and now a professor, and heavy breathing whenever I took the tube back in England.

It was kind of rude to do that in front of me, not etiquette if you were to go professional in the workplace... but I just ate a snack.

I held out my hand. "You got any gum?"

A notification popped up on my laptop. "Just a moment, please." I skim through the little bar. It was the forwarded email from the Dean. I inhaled sharply and clicked it open.

Zylos, James.

I stared at the name for a moment as my eyes began to widen.

"Uh-" Y/N looks at me weirdly. "Am I taking too much of your time?"

"N-no!" I shook my head. "I mean, I'm all right."

"Are you sure? You turned so pale just now."

I glanced at the detailed email, which was a scanned copy of the report in Courier text. "I just thought I clicked something that could have been a potential computer virus."

There was indeed a virus in the form of a student of mine. A former student, who plagiarized an assignment I had given last year. The Dean had to inform me that James Zylos intentionally stole someone else's work and passed it off as his own. I was able to catch it right away. It was painfully obvious. The tone of the writing was definitely not written by him, and I made sure he understood why I was angry, and why the university had a valid reason to withdraw him.

I may have expected some kind of outcome, though it was his choice to cheat, but I did not expect this. Especially from that kid.

Y/N nods slowly, popping the gum in their mouth. "You still want that gum?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Thank you." I held my hand out and Y/N handed over the aluminum wrapper from the pack. Goodness...

"Professor," Y/N sat back in their seat. "I can come back another time. You seem to be in some kind of distress."

"It's nothing to worry about, truly. My brain likes to display illusions."

"Like Macbeth?"

"Like Macbeth." I cleared my throat. "You're right. I should get back to this," I gestured to the laptop. "I don't expect a lot of students to actually show up for office hours in week 1, it's quite silly on my behalf. But you're more than welcome to stop by when I'm available. In the meantime, I'll see you in tomorrow's class."

Y/N got up, slinging the strap of their bag over their shoulder. "Right. Take it easy, prof."

I nodded and they went on their way. The door closed, and I looked at the email once more... and fell into an abyss of dread.

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ok idk if anyone's asked this before. but. i've been following your fics for the past while (lovelovelove btw) and realized for the first time yesterday when i perused your masterlist just how many you've published. holy shit dude!! mega kudos. i've been polishing up a couple different wips since new years this year but haven't published any so far, so ig i wanted to ask for advice on getting out there as a fic writer? i've never published before lol. what's ur methods and advice, chef

ahhh thank you :) i am so excited for you!! imho you're standing on the threshold of a beautiful adventure, like you've packed your bags (got some wips) and are ready to head out the door. it's intimidating but in my experience the first comment you get will make all the stress worth it; it will wash away your reservations and give you a hit of affirmation that will only drag you further on into sharing more. it's a virtuous circle that you just have to start.

as trite as it sounds, my biggest piece of advice is to fake it until you make it, like pretend you've published a hundred times before and are perfectly confident and entitled to put your work up in public. that's what i did the first time, i pretended to be someone normal lol. i knew what i expected to see from others and made my story summary and tags look like that to avoid negative ripples (no such ripples really exist in reality, but i know how anxiety whispers lies).

it worked because there's no front door or barrier to entry to posting on ao3, you know? you are exactly as welcome and valid as i am there; we both see the same site back end and the same draft page. you are the same as anybody who has already published. if you have wips and have something that could reasonably be considered finished? pick one, something small even, and just post it. you can edit it once it's live if something dire comes up, i do it all the time.

this is actually something that is causing me a lot of writer's block right now, the fact that i am being far too perfectionist and precious about the next chapter of my main wip. i simply care way too much about the story, so i'm so scared of doing it wrong, so i've been sitting on it. but the way that i've published more 50 stories in the past is trusting my gut about when something is done and pushing it out to the public before i hold myself back.

you have to just keep moving forward, that's the key. tell yourself the next story will be better and remember the last story is better than you think it is. make your chapters as long or as short as you feel is right, post as often or as sparingly as you need. share on other social media once you're done if you want, people want to know there is more of the thing they love in the world, you know? you're offering a gift, and that's kind.

i know that all the advice in the world is basically useless unless you see it at the right moment you need it, and none of my advice is anything that you haven't heard before, but if you need a sign that it's time to pull the trigger, that you are allowed to post things, that people want to see your work, that you're welcome and important to the community by sharing your voice—please take this post as that sign. be confident, because you deserve that confidence, and hit post <3

#best of luck !!!#i hope this answer is what you wanted to know #please lmk if you have any other questions etc #this is such a kind ask and i appreciate it so much #fanfic stuff #fandom stuff

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sir-sunawani · 2 years ago

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Note: There's an alternative version of this story that picks up at chapter six that will be available as well. It goes darker and harder than the original. ♥

Summary: You're employed as an Internal Coordinator in the West Branch of Rain Dinners in Grandline Metro. You're well-aware your boss is the Warlord Sir Crocodile, but your sixty days is almost up on the popular dating website Cult of Personality, and you're looking forward to meeting the person you've been talking to for the last sixty days. (This makes it sound way fluffier than it is, oops.)

Chapter 1: The Nitty-Gritty

You smile at the sound of the message popping up on your computer. You'd been chatting online with someone for the last couple months, and after getting to know one another through your shared likes and dislikes, you'd finally decided to meet. You've avoided sharing photos, or even having a conversation on the phone, but all of that had been the point of the website you'd both found yourselves using.

Cult of Personality was a quirky singles site that focused on people getting to know one another purely through interests. The idea behind it was that you could get to know someone without those pesky instincts getting in the way – no getting swept away by someone's voice, or getting too focused on their appearance (for better or worse). Instead, you spent at least sixty days communicating by text through anonymous proxies. If anyone said something that was a deal-breaker during that time, then there were no messy fallouts to deal with.

The connection would be severed without you knowing enough about the other to be able to locate them. The system was even designed to automatically censor location names, so people couldn't accidentally give themselves away. The only thing the service did with location information was use it to randomly match people who were within 100km of one another.

It was great for people who didn't really want to fill out tons of questionaries, or worry about uploading photos, or dealing with talking about themselves.

For you it was nice because after a few failed relationships, and with a job that took a lot of your time, it was an easy way to get yourself back into the whole idea of dating.

As your luck would have it, you found someone who you enjoyed "talking" to after only a couple tries. You had even admitted that you looked forward to your conversations and had been pleasantly surprised to find out he did as well. It was reassuring to know that things weren't one-sided, and shortly after that you'd both started making plans to meet up once the 60 days was completed, and the site gave you the option to lift the automatic censoring.

You had preemptively decided on a Saturday lunch meeting, just in case you were at the edges of the 100km diameter that the site utilized. Better than trying to make a dinner reservation on a Friday after work, and ending up in a panic if one of you were to be stuck in traffic.

The restrictions lifted tomorrow, Wednesday, and as you got ready for work you were humming to yourself.

In Grandline Metropolis, amidst it's 600,000 sq km of land, you worked for one of the seven Warlords who oversaw the second circle of the city. While you knew Mr. Crocodile was a warlord, you weren't directly connected to the city's underground. You knew about the city's underground because you were school friends with people who had ended up in that life, and you still kept in touch. But, like most of the employees of the Rain Dinners – the casino/restaurant/hotel chain with five locations around the Grandline Metro – you weren't a part of the underground directly. There were people closer to Mr. Crocodile who probably had ties to stuff like that, but you were just the secretary to one of the mid-level casino floor managers of the West location, just outside White Beard's territory.

Buggy was, well, buggy. He seemed to be constantly under a lot of stress, but he wasn't a terrible boss. He had a decent sense of humor, was easily brought into focus, and often went out of his way to make sure the people under him were doing well. He was a bit selfish, but whenever someone needed to be legitimately let go, you always had to come to him with well-documented, irrefutable proof. While that could be annoying in some cases, it was also reassuring that he wasn't letting people come and go without being sure there was nothing else to be done for it.

"Hey boss, I won't be available this weekend." You explain, handing over another paper for Buggy to review. "So if something goes wrong you'll have to call Alvida."

"Are we expecting anything unusual this weekend?" He questions calmly.

"No, there's no big events, and Alvida's already aware I'll be unavailable." You're kind of surprised to see Buggy this calm. Usually, he was a complete mess when you took vacations or called out sick.

"Alright, (Y/N), just make sure to let Alvida know that Galdino's going to be the one reaching out. I'm off this weekend as well."

Ah, that explains why he's so relaxed. You muse. After a moment's thought you flinch. You hadn't exchanged names with the person you were meeting this weekend. Statistically, it was improbable that it was Buggy, but it wasn't impossible either. Well, if it was him, you couldn't let your professional assessment of him color how he was in his private life.

"I'll let her know." You assure him flatly, taking back the last of the documents and reorganizing them quickly on his desk. "Your meetings are light today, and tomorrow you have the Staff Luncheon to attend."

Buggy flinches. "Right."

"It's at our branch this month, Buggy."

Your boss sighs. "That's the problem."

You laugh. "It is harder to 'accidentally' miss it due to traffic when it's here."

"You're being a little too flashy, Miss (Y/N)." He grumbles.

"And yet you still appreciate me." You quip, giving him a smile before walking out to get back to your own work.

The rest of your work day went smoothly. You coordinated with Galdino and Alvida about the weekend, making sure they knew that neither you nor Buggy would be available. Alvida had raised an eyebrow over it, since she knew you'd been signed up on Cult of Personality. You had filled her in on your plans for the weekend before now. You were still pretty sure it wasn't Buggy, but she made you promise her that if it turned out to be him you would let her know immediately.

Alvida had her quirks, and she could kind of mean in that haughty beauty sort of way, but she wasn't malicious or cruel. You'd shared a few drinks outside of work, and mainly she just enjoyed drama and gossip.

Getting home you went through your after-work routine. Peeling off your work clothes you slipped into sweats and a t-shirt, made yourself something easy, and relaxed with an episode of your favorite show while you ate. Afterward you checked your messages and settled into the dating website.

You: One more day \o/

Him: I'm glad your enthusiasm hasn't waned.

You: At this rate I'm worried I'll be exhausted come Saturday. I'm really looking forward to this.

Him: Plans can be easily adjusted if need be.

You: Joking aside, I'm sure I'll manage. Though, I have to admit that today has caused me to be very curious about something. >_>

Him: Oh?

You: Well, it seems my boss at work has requested this weekend off as well. O_O

Him: Ah-ha. Did you request your time off today?

You: I did.

Him: Then I wouldn't worry. I didn't have any of my employees request time off to me directly today.

You: Oh good.

Him: My condolences to your boss.

You: lol he's not a bad guy, but that would've been incredibly awkward.

Him: It would've been a mark against you wanting to meet someone new, as well.

You: You're not wrong.

You: Admittedly, I wouldn't hold it against you if we did know one another.

Him: That's reassuring. Though, if I do know you, then I have done myself a great disservice for not knowing you well enough until now.

You feel yourself blush despite it all. It was nice to be appreciated for your, well, you-ness, and not for anything else. You let him know you appreciated the sentiment and the two of you talked about nothing and everything off and on for the rest of the evening.

Tomorrow was going to be the longest Wednesday to ever dare to exist, not just because you were looking forward to getting home before you'd even left for work, but also because the monthly staff luncheons always made the days feel longer when they were at your branch. It wasn't nearly as bad when Buggy was ushered out and into a different branch for the event, but every 5th month it meant your casino was filled with important people.

Important people like to feel important, so there were all sorts of extra protocols and fine moving parts to worry about. The hardest part was going to be dealing with the Billions. The people who were only just barely important and wanted to make sure no one could possibly forget it. The Baroque Works staff would be there as well, and if things went well, after the initial meet and greet, all you would have to worry about was filling Buggy's shoes while he was busy at the Luncheon.

. . . . .

You: Good morning, I can't stay on and talk much right now, there's an event at work I need to be in early for. Looking forward to talking to you tonight!

Him: Much anticipated.

The drive into work was faster than usual since you had left a couple hours earlier and traffic was nonexistent. You got into work and got all your normal morning work done before the doors had even opened. Alvida and Galdino were in almost as early and you set them to work organizing the cleaners and preppers. Surfaces that had been polished the night before were polished again just to add a little more luster.

There were three times as many valets available today, to deal with the influx of VIPs, and almost every member of staff was working. People were rotated in and out on tables more often as well to keep every extra sharp. Extra areas had been opened in the back to accommodate people being able to lounge between there active table times so they could recharge properly. It was an untenable schedule every single day, but everyone came together to make it work for the Luncheons.

When the owner, Mr. Crocodile arrived, everyone lined up to greet him. It was the only time all the staff stopped what they were doing to greet a guest. Nothing was said, but everyone lined up neatly in the lobby and bowed slightly as he entered. As far as you knew it wasn't even something he had requested, one of the Numbers had demanded it at their branch some years ago and the tradition stuck.

Frankly, if you ever learned who Mr. Nine was, you would happily punch the lout right in his nose for suggesting it. Fortunately, Mr. Crocodile didn't linger in the entry way, and strode quickly through. Considering he was just over 7', he had an impressive stride. Aside from the company photo, and the occasional glance in the hall when the luncheons were held at your branch, all you ever saw of him were his shoes.

When you first started working at Rain Dinners you'd had a little crush on him, but from the way things went for most of the staff, everyone had a little crush on him. He was the least eccentric of the Warlords, far as you were aware, and the man had style. Most of the ladies swooned over him and half the of the men on staff did as well.

He wasn't much older than you either. Far from the youngest of the Warlords, he was just over 30 and doing remarkably well for himself. He was barely of legal gambling age when he started the first Rain Dinners, and within three years there were 5 of them in the Grandline Metro alone.

With the owner gone, everyone burst into action and the several moments later the casino came alive as the doors opened to the public and the day began properly.

Only eight more hours to go before you could start making proper plans for the coming weekend.

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The Anticipation Is EVERYTHING Okay, let's be real: the build-up to your birthday is just as exciting as the actual day. And what better way to amp up that excitement than by tracking the days? Every time you check your countdown, it’s like getting a little preview of the fun that’s coming up. Plus, it gives you something to look forward to when the days seem to drag by.

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Totally Customizable Want a countdown that screams you? No problem. Sites like Birthday Countdown Online let you personalize your countdown with photos, themes, and fun messages. Go ahead and choose your favorite colors, upload cute selfies, or add quotes that make you giggle. It’s your countdown, so make it as unique as you are!

Track Your Vibes With a countdown, you can track more than just the days. It’s a chance to document all your excitement, feelings, and little milestones along the way. Maybe you're planning a surprise party, or you're just looking forward to a chill day with pizza and Netflix. Whatever your vibe, your countdown is the perfect reminder of what’s to come.

How to Set Up Your Birthday Countdown:

Find a Countdown Website First, head over to a birthday countdown website like Birthday Countdown Online. There are tons of options, but this one is super easy and customizable.

Input Your Birthday Once you're on the site, just enter your birthday date. BOOM, countdown starts! It’s that easy. No tech skills required—promise.

Personalize the Countdown Now for the fun part! Pick a theme, upload your favorite pictures, and add fun details about your birthday plans. You can even add a message or quote that sums up your excitement! Your countdown will be a reflection of you.

Share It Everywhere Once your countdown is set, share it with all your friends! Post it on your Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, or text it to your best friend. The more people that are on this countdown journey with you, the better. You can even make it a group countdown with your besties!

Bonus Idea: Use Your Countdown for Other Special Occasions

Who says a countdown is just for birthdays? Here are some ideas for other occasions you can celebrate with a countdown:

Holidays: Christmas, New Year’s, or your favorite seasonal celebration.

Anniversaries: Relationship, friendship, or work anniversaries—celebrate them all!

Vacations: Counting down to your dream vacation or weekend getaway.

Big Life Events: Starting a new job, moving to a new city, or hitting a personal milestone.

Final Thoughts: Get Ready to Party (Every Day!)

A birthday countdown is the ultimate way to make your special day even more special. It’s fun, it’s customizable, and it lets you share the excitement with everyone you care about. Plus, it’s just one more excuse to celebrate YOU, and who doesn’t love that? 🎂✨

So, head over to Birthday Countdown Online, set up your countdown, and let the good times roll. The countdown to your next birthday just got WAY more exciting.

Let the countdown begin! ⏳🎉🎈

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jojo0039 · 8 months ago

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*Pogue for Life* Secret of the Gnomon Part 1

The plane finally makes it to Orinoco. Jo is sitting across from John B and Sarah.

Buzz is still sitting in the cockpit with the pilot and Ward is sleeping on the other side of the plane.

"Is he asleep?" John B asks Sarah.

She stands up and walks over to her father.

She snaps her fingers in front of his face and he doesn't move.

"Yeah." she whispers.

She sits back down so they can talk.

John B leans forward with the map so the girls can see.

"So Tres Rocas, that is where Neville said we will find the guy. Solana is an archaeological site. I think that is where they're taking my dad." John B says as he looks at the map.

"Neville said that the site should be around here." John B points to the spot on the map.

Jo and Sarah share a look with each other.

"This? This is the map we're following?" Sarah asks skeptically as she takes the map from him to look at it.

"He's the only guy who has been there Sarah." John B states.

"I'm not gonna lie, this map is gonna be hard for us to follow. We don't know the area. We're gonna be in trouble." Jo states.

"I know that. But we need to save my dad and find El Dorado. We can do this guys." John B says.

Jo smiles softly at him.

"You're right. We have my dad too so he will definitely be help." Jo comments.

Ward snores and catches their attention.

"Are you sure he doesn't know anything?" John B asks Sarah.

She shakes her head.

"Not from me. I sure as hell didn't tell him anything." she tells him.

Buzz walks into the cabin from the cockpit.

"We're getting ready to land kids. Buckle up and get ready." Buzz tells them.

"Ok, Dad thanks." Jo says to him.

Buzz turns around and locks eyes with Ward.

He just shakes his head and walks back into the cockpit with the pilot.

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Once the plane lands, everyone gets up to leave.

Jo walks off the plane behind John B.

"I can't help but think about the others. Do you think they are able to make it?" Jo asks.

"You know how JJ is. He would have found a way to get everyone here." John B reassures Jo.

"Sarah!"

The group turns around to see Ward walking out of the plane.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Sarah storms back over to him.

"I'm coming with you." Ward states.

Buzz rushes over to Ward.

"You can barely walk. You need to get back to where you're staying and let these kids find John."

"You got us here like you said you would. Thank you for that. But you need to go back to Guadeloupe." Sarah argues.

"You're all in over your head. You need my help!" Ward argues.

"You need a doctor Dad. Go home." Sarah firmly argues.

"I can help-" Buzz cuts him off.

"Go home Ward. You've done enough. I'm not gonna say it again." Buzz stands firmly in front of Ward.

Jo grabs Sarah's hand.

"Go home Dad." Sarah turns to walk away.

"You heard her." Jo glares.

Ward raises his hands in surrender.

"Alright, you all win. Joanna take care of yourself." Ward gives her a knowing look.

"Don't worry about my daughter. She can take care of herself." Buzz says as he walks away from the plane.

Jo places her hand over her stomach and walks after John B and Sarah.

John B flags down a taxi and gives him an address.

They all pile into the taxi.

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Once the taxi driver brings them to the location, they get out and Jo looks around in awe at the busy street and all the street vendors.

She smells all the different foods that are being sold on the street and she feels her stomach grumble at being hungry.

They see fireworks going off and people in the street celebrating.

"There seems to be something going on." Sarah comments.

"Yeah like they're celebrating something." Jo continues the conversation.

John B walks over to them while Buzz pays the taxi driver.

"We have to assume that Singh already has gone upriver. We're looking for a guy named Jose. He's going to be the one to take us to the dig site." John B tells them.

Buzz walks over to the kids.

"Do you have a last name for Jose by chance?" Buzz asks.

John B shakes his head.

"No, he didn't give me a last name." John B informs them.

Buzz sighs in frustration.

"Alright, this will be harder but not impossible. River guides will probably be down by the river." Buzz suggests to them.

"Yea that's possible, but if they're like the guides back home, they're probably getting drunk in a bar." Jo states as she makes a face at the suggestion.

"So we should start looking in bars?" Sarah questions.

"Sounds like a plan to me. Let's start there." John B states.

"Divide and conquer?" Jo asks.

John B and Jo do the Pogue hand shake.

"Let's do this. Sarah and I will go this way. You and Uncle Buzz go that way. We meet back here in a half hour." John B states.

"Sounds like a plan. Be safe."

The group splits up and Jo and her dad walk the other way.

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Jo and Buzz walk into a bar.

Buzz walks over to the bar towards the bartender.

"Hi. Do you know a Jose? He's a tour guide." Buzz asks the bartender.

Jo walks over to a group of people sitting and drinking beer.

She approaches them.

"Hola! Do you guys know a tour guide named Jose?" Jo asks the men.

They all shake their heads.

Jo sighs in frustration.

She starts to get dizzy and asks for a glass of water.

The bartender hands her a glass of water and her dad eyes her suspiciously.

"What is going on with you? You have been acting weird for a few days now." Jo shakes her head and walks out of the bar.

Buzz follows closely behind her.

"Don't walk away from me Joanna! Talk to me right now." Buzz commands his daughter.

Jo stops and turns around with tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Dad. I didn't mean for this to happen." she sobs.

Buzz stops moving in surprise at his daughter's sobs.

"What are you talking about? What is going on?" Buzz questions.

"I messed up big time. And I can't fix it." she tells him.

"Joanna, you're scaring me. Whatever it is you can tell me. Is it something Rafe did?"

The mention of his name just made Joanna continue to cry.

John B and Sarah make their way over to them.

"We couldn't find anyone who would know him."

John B starts but stops when he sees Joanna trying to wipe away her tears.

"Jo? What's going on?" John B asks.

"Its nothing. Everything is fine." Jo states.

"Jo something hasn't been right with you. If something is up you need to tell us." Sarah argues.

"I'm not doing this right now. We're supposed to be looking for Jose, not ganging up on me." Jo argues.

"We're not ganging up on you Jo! But something is going on and we need to know." Sarah states persistently.

"Listen, I am fine. We shouldn't be wasting this time wondering about me! We need to be searching for Big John!" Jo raises her voice at Sarah.

John B pulls Jo's arm so she backs away from Sarah.

"Please don't hurt one of your best friends right now. You only get this defensive when you know you've been caught. So just say whatever it is that's going on with you, so we can go back to searching for my dad." John B firmly tells her.

Jo shakes her head and has a look of defeat on her face.

"Okay. You're right. I should have said something a long time ago. I just didn't know how to say it. If I admit it out loud then I know it's real and I'm not ready for it to be real." Jo starts to cry.

Buzz gets a look of realization on his face.

Sarah grabs Jo's hand.

"It's okay. Whatever it is we will deal with it together."

A large commotion of yelling gets everyone's attention.

"Son of a bitch!"

They hear a loud banging and they all turn their heads to the direction the noise is coming from.

"I'll chew your arms off, you jack-off feeder fish!"

John B gets a smile on his face.

"There is only one person on this planet who would say something like that." Buzz laughs.

"Wait, are you saying-"

"That's my dad you guys!" John B states.

"Which means Singh hasn't taken him upriver yet. There is still a chance we can save him here." Buzz states as he looks around the area.

"Yeah, but how are we gonna do that?" Jo asks.

John B and Sarah turn their heads to the fireworks being let off.

"I have an idea." John B tells them.

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Jo and Sarah pay the kids and grab their fireworks.

They move across the street and line up the fireworks towards the windows of the building where Singh and his men are holding Big John.

They watch as Buzz grabs a ladder and starts to climb up to the window.

Jo lights up the first one and the flare flies into the room.

Sarah lights off hers and it flies into the house.

Jo stands up and faces Sarah.

"I'm pregnant." Sarah's eyes widen and she turns to Jo.

"What?" Sarah questions.

"I'm pregnant. It's Rafe's." Jo finally tells her.

Sarah looks at her with wide eyes.

"Does he know?" Sarah asks.

Jo shakes her head.

"I planned on telling him when we got back. Your dad knows though." Jo says.

Sarah looks confused.

"How does my dad know?" Sarah questions.

Jo shrugs her shoulders.

"He just figured it out. I'm pretty sure my dad figured it out too." She laughs humorlessly.

They turn and watch as Buzz slides in the window.

Big John looks up to see Buzz climb in the window.

"Need some help bud?" Buzz questions.

"How the hell did you get clear down here?" Big John questions.

"We got good kids who want to do the right thing." Buzz tells him.

They hear a man running back toward the room.

"How long has it been since you've been in a fight?" Big John asks Buzz.

"It's been a while. But everything is starting to come back to me."

The door bursts open and one of Singh's men charges them.

Big John reaches for the man's gun as Buzz swipes at the guy's legs knocking him to the ground.

The gun slides across the floor.

The man grabs a knife and waves it at the men.

"Get back now!" the man orders.

Big John lunges at the man as Buzz reaches for the gun.

Big John punches the man in the face.

The man head butts John.

Buzz grabs the gun and the guy is quick to kick it out of his hand.

The man kicks Buzz into the wall.

Buzz dodges the man's punch and manages to punch him in the stomach.

Buzz pushes the man away from him and reaches for the gun.

The man grabs it first and aims it at both him and Big John.

"Now sit down, both of you!" Big John and Buzz both raise their hands.

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John B reaches the ladder and starts climbing up.

Jo and Sarah run over to him.

"Be careful B please." Jo says as Sarah keeps the ladder steady.

They start to hear a struggle from above them.

"I have to save my dad." John B starts climbing up the ladder.

Gunshots fire out the window.

John B gets startled falls off the ladder and lands on the ground.

"John B!"

Sarah and Jo help him up.

They move out from underneath the ladder.

"Are you okay?" Jo asks.

He nods his head.

"How are we gonna save our dads?" John B questions Jo.

She shakes her head.

"I have no idea." she responds.

They hear more gunshots and a man falls to the ground.

John B pushes the girls behind him as they hear footsteps on the roof.

Two men drop to the ground and Jo sighs in relief when she realizes it's her dad and Big John.

"Thank god!"

Jo runs to her dad and wraps him in a hug.

"Dad?" John B's eyes widen.

"Hey, kids." Big John greets.

They hear men shouting and running towards them.

"We gotta go!" John B exclaims.

"Come on this way!"

Buzz pushes Jo ahead of him as they take off running away from the house.

Jo can feel her lungs burning as she hears everyone running behind her.

"We have to find a place to hide!" Sarah exclaims to the group.

"This way!" John B guides.

They follow John B onto a different street and they hide behind a fruit cart.

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They move away from the cart and start rushing down the street.

"Are you okay Dad? You fell out of a window!" John B questions his dad.

"I'm alright kid, no need to worry about me." Big John answers.

"If we never see Singh again it'll be too soon." Buzz comments.

Big John slaps Buzz on the back.

"Let's collect our bearings. Get the lay of the land."

Big John moves them over to the edge of the street so they can talk in private.

"Do you think we'll have enough time to make it to Solana for the solstice?" John B asks.

"Yea, but I wouldn't get too cocky. I still can't make out these glyphs." Big John states.

"I have something that might help with that."

John B pulls the paper that has the symbols translated that Pope gave him.

"This is Pope's okay. This is a family heirloom of his." John B tells his dad.

"Pope? Is he here too? Who else have you told this to?" Big John yells angrily at John B.

"Did you know about this?" He points an accusing finger at Buzz.

"Dad! It doesn't matter, alright? So just listen to me for once. This thing is like a- what did he call it?" John B trails off.

"A Rosetta Stone." Sarah and Jo answer at the same time.

"Yeah, Rosetta Stone. It's like a translation." John B explains.

"I know what the Rosetta Stone is." Big John glares at his son.

"John, you can't be serious. You guys still want to try to find El Dorado?" Buzz questions.

John glances up at his oldest friend.

"Oh course I do Buzz. This is what we were missing right here in my hand."

Big John waves up his hand that holds the translations from Pope.

"The kids were able to find the missing piece that might actually help us figure this out!" John looks at the paper.

"The gods are smiling down on us now I can feel it." John says to John B.

"Look, I'm glad that they're smiling and that we were able to help, but we have to go." John B insists.

Big John nods his head.

"You're absolutely right. I'm gonna hang onto this."

He slips the paper into his jacket pocket.

Sarah and Jo exchange looks.

"Alright, we have to go. Singh and his men are going to be looking for us. We need to head toward the river and try to find that guide." Buzz states.

"You're right. I know the way come on kids."

John leads the way and everyone follows him toward the river.

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jainlakshit · 2 years ago

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reubyocs · 1 year ago

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"No. You don't get night vision goggles." Doomsday sighs as he sits back in his seat. He's clearly annoyed by this too, even though he isn't the one going into the casino. "V here wanted to cheap out a little bit. But he knows his way around, so maybe just grab his hand or something when it gets to that bit."

"Hey!" Call V from the car, who can clearly hear Doomsday. "Maybe we just need a bit more cash huh? We don't need to invest in them so vision is something I can sacrifice." Doomsday rolls his eyes, turning his attention to LJT. He clearly shares the same feeling as Doomsday.

V leans open and pops open the passenger side door for 427, smiling as he pats the passenger seat. He then places Avon's glasses down on the dashboard just in front of Stanley, allowing Avon to see what 427 is signing. V pulls the seatbelt over him, buckling himself in. He's so excited to be pulling off this heist once again, with a new crew member too! Once he makes sure 427 is all buckled in, he begins to roll the car forward. V leans out the window, waving at the group as they exit the basement. It's night time, so there's a lot more people outside the arcade waiting impatiently to go in.

"Man, I'm gonna rake in some good cash this evening." V speaks as he pulls out onto the road, merging with the traffic. He quickly glances to the left, looking at the queue forming outside. "I'm sure my staff will be fine with the amount of people wanting to go in." He shrugs as he continues to drive on.

"So, what do you do normally?" V asks as they merge onto the road, beginning to follow the traffic. This drive is much shorter in comparison to the van. "I assume this isn't the norm for you. I mean- it's also totally cool if you don't answer. Confidentiality and all."

V doesn't get caught up in any traffic lights whatsoever. Which makes for a nice, smooth drive to the Casino. On the horizon, is the glistening casino. Even at night, it still glimmers like a diamond. There's a feeling of adrenaline starting to build up in V,

"Alright, don't forget you're not actually parking at the Casino." LJT breaks the silence. "You're parking at that site before. You'll leave the car and its' keys there, then sneak over the fences to get to the Casino's staff lobby."

"Man, that actually was a short drive." V laughs as he pulls up to the intersection, indicating right. They're about to pull into a derelict building site, which is where they'll stash the car. "You're still good to go?" He asks, watching the traffic for an opportunity to turn. "No pressure, I'm happy to take you away if you're having second thoughts."

If 427 is good, then he'll drive into site and park. He'll then get out and grab the duffle bags out the boot. Then, he'll stash the car keys in a secure spot, ready for their driver to recollect.

If not, then they'll drive off. Maybe they'll go get some ice cream or something fun.

Unlike with Thursday, Stanley doesn't make a huge mess getting changed in the closet. He's in and out of there quickly enough, and leaves the closet roughly as he found it. He steps back out and smooths down the material and then gives a thumbs up.

The duffel bags get his attention. Pushing up his glasses, he goes over to see what those are all about, but LJT gets his attention. His eyes go right to him to show that he has it, and he listens carefully.

He nods as LJT explains, and holds up his hand where he has questions, waiting politely until he's called on. "What's considered 'too many at once' when it comes to taking out the cameras? Any idea?" He figures it's a good question. If there's such a thing as too many once, then he figures LJT must have some ballpark idea, which will give him an a starting point.

Stanley can't help but smile to himself. Two people scan cards at the same time to open a door. Both need to communicate well for this. He and his Narrator would have been caught in a second. Maybe once he gets back to his office, he'll try to get back to this ending again and see if they can do this together. Maybe they'll both end up thrown in jail together.

When it comes to what to get inside the vault, Stanley simply signs, "Just tell me what you want me to get, and I'll get it. Anything you think I ought to grab. Otherwise I'll just grab whatever looks interesting to me." If the others knew any better, this probably would mean nothing coming from a man who has an affinity for buckets, red Swingline staplers, and Solitaire.

At the mention of it being completely black, though, both hands go up. "We don't get any like see-in-the-dark goggles or anything? I know those exist. Okay then. Chaos. I like it."

It takes him a stupidly long few seconds to figure out that do not bring the cops with you to the delivery means to make sure the cops aren't following them and not to not invite the cops to join them, but other than that, Stanley understands. This sounds really easy. It doesn't even really matter if these guys trick him and keep all the money for themselves. The point is he's sticking it to the man and robbing a vault, man. This just might be the crazy thing he needs to shake things up in his life. Going through that "EXTRA new content" door really was the best idea he's ever had.

Giving a thumbs up to show he's ready to go, he makes his way over and into the parked car, climbing in and sitting wherever he's been directed to sit.

#eeee its go time!!#stanley johnson #the haunted office #Val #pete #les #avon #DCaR Heist

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Version with images can be found here.

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 1: The Nitty-Gritty

It was great for people who didn't really want to fill out tons of questionaries, or worry about uploading photos, or dealing with talking about themselves.

For you it was nice because after a few failed relationships, and with a job that took a lot of your time, it was an easy way to get yourself back into the whole idea of dating.

The restrictions lifted tomorrow, Wednesday, and as you got ready for work you were humming to yourself.

"Hey boss, I won't be available this weekend." You explain, handing over another paper for Buggy to review. "So if something goes wrong you'll have to call Alvida."

"Are we expecting anything unusual this weekend?" He questions calmly.

"Alright, (Y/N), just make sure to let Alvida know that Galdino's going to be the one reaching out. I'm off this weekend as well."

Buggy flinches. "Right."

"It's at our branch this month, Buggy."

Your boss sighs. "That's the problem."

You laugh. "It is harder to 'accidentally' miss it due to traffic when it's here."

"You're being a little too flashy, Miss (Y/N)." He grumbles.

"And yet you still appreciate me." You quip, giving him a smile before walking out to get back to your own work.

You: One more day \o/

Him: I'm glad your enthusiasm hasn't waned.

You: At this rate I'm worried I'll be exhausted come Saturday. I'm really looking forward to this.

Him: Plans can be easily adjusted if need be.

You: Joking aside, I'm sure I'll manage. Though, I have to admit that today has caused me to be very curious about something. >_>

Him: Oh?

You: Well, it seems my boss at work has requested this weekend off as well. O_O

Him: Ah-ha. Did you request your time off today?

You: I did.

Him: Then I wouldn't worry. I didn't have any of my employees request time off to me directly today.

You: Oh good.

Him: My condolences to your boss.

You: lol he's not a bad guy, but that would've been incredibly awkward.

Him: It would've been a mark against you wanting to meet someone new, as well.

You: You're not wrong.

You: Admittedly, I wouldn't hold it against you if we did know one another.

Him: That's reassuring. Though, if I do know you, then I have done myself a great disservice for not knowing you well enough until now.

. . . . .

You: Good morning, I can't stay on and talk much right now, there's an event at work I need to be in early for. Looking forward to talking to you tonight!

Him: Much anticipated.

With the owner gone, everyone burst into action and the several moments later the casino came alive as the doors opened to the public and the day began properly.

Only eight more hours to go before you could start making proper plans for the coming weekend.

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #Crocodile x reader #crocodile x y/n #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere

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