#still can’t get over how it took me like 7 attempts to beat him in pla and at the end i thematically only had my starter survive 😭

[pokemonruby]

he has already gone and dethroned her as the hardest fight in the series i’m afraid

[nerdy-novelist017]

Perfect (Benny Cross x Shy! Reader pt 7)

The chapter we've all been waiting forrrr! 🤗 I won't lie to you, I'm slightly terrified to post this chapter, but you all are so kind. I hope this is everything you wanted it to be! 🫶

Benny X Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 3.8k (woah, got a little carried away)

Summary- You've lived your whole life according to what everyone else wanted you to be. Tonight would be the first night of your new life -- one where you decided who you were.

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You took a deep breath, holding it in for a few moments in an attempt to calm your quickened pulse. You had spent the whole rest of the day yesterday thinking about nothing but your future. What was set in stone and what was up to you. You knew what you didn’t want, that much was clear to you now. But could it be possible to have what you wanted when you weren’t even sure if that was what you were?

By the time you had dressed and made your way downstairs for breakfast, you felt as though you were being torn in two. One side was what your head told you to do, the more sensical side. And the other was what your heart wanted to do, the more exciting side. You entered the kitchen where your mother stood at the stove, her hair still in rollers and an apron tied around her waist as she prepared breakfast. 

“Morning, Mama,” you greeted quietly as you approached her to help. Cooking breakfast was your usual routine with your mother, a time spent with secretive giggles and never-ending stories. It was a time where the two of you would be uninterrupted, consumed by only each other in your own world. A place where you would complain to her about your boy troubles at school or how the popular girls were mean to you that day. And as you grew older, and things like high school drama no longer seemed to matter, it became a place where you could talk to her about her life. Where she would tell you how to be mindful of the world around you as she taught you to make poached eggs. A place where she had mentioned numerous times how happy she was because of her family, because of you.  A safe place – home. 

“Morning, honey,” she replied as she shot you her usual cheerful smile. “Coffee’s on the table.”

You thanked her as you poured yourself a cup. You put your apron on and began to help with the homemade pancake batter. You were so lost in the endless sea of thoughts that when your mother mentioned a familiar name, you nearly spilled the bowl of batter. 

“What?” you asked as you looked over at her. 

“I said Pete came by, asking for you,” she repeated as she did a double take at your crestfallen expression. 

“He did?” you inquired in a small voice. “Did he . . . say anything?”

“He asked if he could speak with you. He seemed real insistent,” she laughed. “I had to tell him you were in the shower to finally get him to leave.”

At your silence, she continued hesitantly, “How did your date go?”

You sighed, “It was . . . okay.”

“He seems like a real nice guy.” 

You nodded weakly, feeling oddly reluctant to tell her what had happened at the golf course, the anger in his eyes, the sudden volume in his voice as he slammed his hands against the car.

She lowered the spatula she was using to stir the scrambled eggs, and she turned to face you fully. “Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” 

You nodded again but when you glanced up at her, you could see the disbelief in her eyes. You could fool a lot of people, but your mother was never one of them. 

“What’s going on?” she prodded in that controlled mix of gentle firmness that only mothers can conjure. You were silent for several long beats, unsure of how to vocalize your feelings. 

“I don’t think I want to go out with Pete anymore, Mama,” You admitted softly and being able to speak those words aloud for the first time felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted off your shoulders so you go on, “I don’t like the way he treats me compared to others. I can’t see myself being married to him.”

She fell quiet for a few agonizing moments, and you worry that you might have said too much. You avoided her gaze, looking down at the raw batter in front of you as you tried to figure out how you can fix what you’ve just said. 

But then, “Is there someone else you met?”

You looked back at her face, your heart sinking at the sight of her serious, unreadable expression and your mouth suddenly felt too dry to speak. You only nodded. 

She looked down at her pan of eggs for a moment. “Was it that blonde boy? The one with the motorcycle?”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “How–?”

“I saw him drop you off last night,” she explained. “I was reading in my bedroom when I heard the engine pull up. And when I looked out the window, I saw the two of you standing there.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the realization that Benny was not a secret of yours anymore. He was living in your reality now, a figure to receive the scutanty of your parents, of your neighbors, of your family. The thought left a pit to form in your gut. 

“Your father will never approve of that, (Y/N),” she said, firmly shooting down your outlandish hopes. “You know that.”

“I know. I just . . . ” you trail off with a sigh as you sink into one of the chairs at the small breakfast table in the kitchen. “He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before, Mama. He’s fun and exciting. He just seems to understand me so perfectly. And the way he talks to me, the way he makes me feel about myself . . .”

Your mother abandoned her position at the stove to sit in the chair beside you. “That isn’t a practical choice, honey. It’s not going to guarantee you any stability for your future. I want you to have a good life, to live in a good house with a husband that has a good job. He isn’t that and who knows if he will ever be able to provide you with those things.”

You swallowed the painful lump forming in the back of your throat as you looked down at your lap, knowing that she’s right. 

Her hand slid across the table to grab yours tightly. “But I also saw the look on his face as he watched you walk up to the house. That look of pure devotion and love.” There were tears shining in her eyes as she struggled to speak. “And I realized I have never seen your father look at me the way that boy looked at you.” 

Your heart shattered at her admission, and you squeezed her hand tightly, stunned into silence. 

“All I want in life is for you to be happy. That’s all I want. Every time I see a shooting star or blow out the candles on my birthday cake, I make a wish for you to live a happy life.” She swallowed thickly as her eyes fluttered over your features. “I understand that your happiness might not look the same as mine, and that’s okay. Your father won’t approve of this, and you know how he gets. But I will always support you – always.”

“Oh, Mama,” your voice cracked as you stood quickly to wrap your mother in a tight hug. 

As you stood in the embrace of your mother’s arms, you realized it had been a long time since you had been consoled like this by her. And in this moment, you felt like a little girl again, still in need of your mother’s infinitely understanding advice and kind hugs. Muffled by her sweater, you whispered, “You make me happy, Mama.” 

“You make me happy too, my girl,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She pulled back eventually, holding you by the shoulders. “I want you to choose the thing that will bring you happiness.”

You nodded and she reached out to wipe the tears that had fallen down your cheeks as she said, “Now, help me finish breakfast before those eggs start to burn.”

“Yes, Mama,” you laughed, sniffing as you watched her move back to the stove, noticing the undeniable actions of her swiping at her own tears as she did. 

And now you stand, at the threshold of someplace you’d never expected to be, you’re nervous, but sure of yourself. Thunder rolled through the sky as a storm brewed in the distance, and you almost laughed at the realization that you had successfully outran the storm, a strangely comforting irony. Releasing your breath, you push open the door before you could give it another thought. 

The inside of the Vandals clubhouse is bustling with people, more than you had ever seen in one small place. Cigarette smoke filtered through the air, covering the environment in a haze. Loud voices, glass clinking, cue balls clacking against the pool tables all mix together with the music playing from the jukebox in the back. Overwhelmed, you stand in the doorway for a moment, eyes scanning through the sea of bodies covered in the infamous Vandals colors. After a moment of hesitation and a brief thought of turning around and going back out the door you came in, you pushed on, sliding into the room like a boat into a river. Weaving your way through the packed bar, you passed a few tables where someone bumped into you as they stood from their seat. You apologized and tried to move by, but the unfamiliar man reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Where are you off to, pretty little thing?” he asked, his voice slurring as he tried to grin at you but he must have been seeing double because his eyesight was staring at the spot over your right shoulder. Before you could respond, someone else from the table spoke up, his voice barely heard over the noise of the bar.

“Hey, I know you,” he said, his dark slicked back hair and clean shaven face familiar, but you couldn’t place his name. “You’re Benny’s girl.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his words and you shrunk into yourself a bit, losing a bit of your already wavering confidence.

“It’s Wahoo,” he clarified as he too stood from his seat, moving to grab his drunk friend and pull him away from you. “Don’t let him bother you, he didn’t know who you were, was all.”

You nodded, grateful for his help. “Is Benny here?”

“Yeah, ’was over by the pool table in the back last I saw,” Wahoo responded as he pointed in the general direction. 

You tried to steady your pounding heart as you made your way to the back of the bar. Brushing into a temporarily clear path, that’s when your eyes found his tall, lean figure, that dirty blonde hair and wicked grin. Your steps faltered a bit. He hadn’t seen you yet, you could still turn around and go back to your ordinary life. But that wasn’t what you wanted anymore. You were scared, but you were here anyway. You approached the table where you saw other faces you recognized (Johnny, Brucie, Gail, Zipco and a few others whose names you hadn’t committed to memory yet) but none of them were your primary focus. 

Gail was the first to notice you nearing, and she elbowed her husband to get his attention as she said something you couldn’t quite detect in the loudness of the bar. But her commotion with Brucie garnered Johnny’s interest as he two turned to look at you, a smile breaking out across his face. Benny turned from his sidestance, his eyes scanning over the crowd in an attempt to see what was so important to distract the players while the game continued. His eyes roved over your face for a fleeting second, continuing on before jumping back to you in a flustered doubletake. 

Then suddenly, you were on the other end of the pool table, directly across from Benny who looked at you as though you were an apparition. You leaned your hands to rest against the pool table, trying to look more confident than you were as you felt the eyes of every person near the pool table on you. 

“Bunny?” Benny asked, almost speechless as he handed his pool stick off to Zipco. He rounded the table to be closer to you as he continued. “What–what are you doin’ here?” 

“I came to speak with you,” you respond, eyes glancing at the others around the table before landing on him again. “To ask you something.”

He got the hint loud and clear. “C’mon,” he said as he grabbed your hand in his own and pulled you through the room to the backdoor where he pushed it open and motioned for you to go first. 

It had already begun to rain lightly, tiny droplets hitting the concrete with a gentle pitter patter. The coolness of the outside air surrounded you in a pleasant way compared to the atmosphere inside. There were a few bikers out back smoking and talking, but Benny didn’t seem to mind their presence as he led you down the way, keeping under the dry safety of the overhang. 

“Is it always that busy?” you ask when you both stopped. With your back against the brick wall and Benny standing just in front of you, the overhang didn’t offer much room from the rain. But that didn’t seem to bother him either as his eyes were locked onto you despite the roof runoff hitting his jacket. 

“No.” He shook his head. “There was a convention in town today and most of those guys in there are from Columbus. I’m sure that’s pretty overwhelming for you.” 

Your heart fluttered at his gentle squeeze of your hand and you were acutely aware that he hadn’t let you go since pulling you along out here. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“Did you walk here?” he asked, and thunder rumbled somewhere behind him.

“No, I rode my bicycle,” you replied. “Bike, I should say, makes me sound cool like you guys.”

“You’re way cooler than me, Bunny,” he said, his voice low as he wore a lopsided smile.

You couldn’t help but mirror his expression as you looked up at him, realizing just how close the two of you were. The scent of his cologne tickled your nose in a way that sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. It was almost unfair, you realized, that he was so effortlessly attractive – he looked good, he sounded good, he smelled good – and you don’t think he even knew the effect he had on you. And he had the audacity to look at you like you were the gem. 

“What?” he asked after your beat of silence, his eyes flickering to your lips.

“Nothing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you blurted out the question that had been burning inside you the entire ride here. “Do you want to go to California with me?”

“Right now?” 

“No.” You tried to cover your giggle. “I mean, some day. I do want to go. Remember when we talked about it?”

“I remember.”

Benny’s unwavering gaze caused your heart rate to speed up but you trudged on, “I’ve always thought it wasn’t a practical dream, that somehow it couldn’t be me who walked down the beach because I'd been too busy with school and then school became work and work would become marriage and keeping house.” Your carefully rehearsed speech began to fragment as you spilled your jumbled thoughts. “But I realized that is so silly because it’s my life, and I–I can do whatever I want with whoever I want. And I want to go to California to see the Pacific Ocean, and I was wondering if you’d want to go with me.  So . . . what do you say?”

He stepped closer to you, his face just inches from yours, his voice incredibly gentle as he said, “I think I'd go just about anywhere you asked me to, Bunny. But are you sure it’s me who you’re wantin’ here?”

Your brow furrowed slightly at his response. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’m not the kind of guy girls like you fall for. I’m the exact opposite.” His free hand reached out and brushed a tendril of your hair behind your ear as his voice dropped an octave. “But when I'm with you . . . I feel like I could do better. Like maybe I could be better. Not perfect, but something closer to worthy.”

“I’ve been perfect my whole life. Perfect grades, perfect smile, a perfectly quiet doll on the shelf.” You look at the biker standing before you. The exact opposite of what you’ve been surrounded by your entire life. The exact person you’ve been told to stay away from. But there were things that you noticed about him now that you hadn’t when you first saw him at the picnic. Those hands, calloused and scarred from years of fighting, were holding your own gently as if you were made of glass. That mouth, capable of verbally hurting just about anyone who got in his way, only ever spoke softly to you. Those eyes which have undoubtedly seen their fair share of the worst of humanity, gaze at you as if you were the moon. This man, the excitement you feel you’ve been unknowingly waiting for your whole life. You stepped closer to him, your noses brushing together softly as you whispered, “I don’t think I want perfect anymore.”

“What do you want, Bunny?” he asked, an unmistakable vulnerability in his raw voice. 

Your answer to him in nonverbal as you closed the gap between you, lips pressing against his softly. The world seemed to pause as you gently kissed Benny, your heart pounding in your chest. The kiss was soft at first, tentative as you both seemed to test the waters of something new and uncharted. Overcome by your overthinking, you began to draw back, but Benny’s palm cupped the side of your face, pulling you back to him with a more meaningful kiss. His lips were warm and rough, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hand held yours early as he deepened the kiss with a sense of urgency that sent a wave of heat to fill your core. His hand moved to protect the back of your head as he backed you up to the cool brick of the wall behind you. 

Benny’s mind was racing with a whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t used to feeling. He had been careful, so careful, to keep his distance, to remind himself that a girl like you would never be with a man like him. He had hoped, prayed, that you might return even an ounce of his feelings for you, but he had to be realistic. You were a beautiful dream, so far out of his reach. But now with your lips on his, your fragile hands clutching the fabric of his jacket, he couldn’t deny the truth any longer. You were breaking down every wall he had built, showing him that just maybe, he was worth more than he believed. 

He had never kissed anyone like this before – with a mix of tenderness and passion that made his heart ache in a way that both terrified and galvanized him. He moved his hand down your side, gripping your hip tightly. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want this moment to end. Because in this kiss, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time: hope.

He’d spent so long believing he wasn’t good enough– that his life was too rough, too messy for someone like you. But in this moment, as your breath mingled with his own and your heartbeat racing against his chest, he started to believe, even just a little, that he could be the man you saw in him. That he could be worthy of this, of you. 

Your lips parted slightly, and Benny took the invitation, kissing you with a newfound fervor, pouring all his sentiments into it – the longing, the fear, the hope. The connection between you felt electric, and for the first time in a long time, Benny didn’t feel lost. He felt found. Found by you, found by this moment. 

This is real, he thought almost in disbelief, She chose me. He could hardly comprehend it, but the evidence was right there in the way that you kissed him back with equal intensity, the way you clung to him as if he was the only thing grounding you. His lungs burned and he had to pull back, but he kept his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, his thumb stroking your cheek. I don’t deserve her, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, but for the first time, another voice – a stronger one– countered, Maybe I could someday. 

He opened his eyes, seeing the softness in your gaze, the way your parted lips were slightly swollen from the kiss. It hit him then, like a bolt of lightning. He wanted to be better, not just for himself, but for you. Because you deserved more than just a rough-edged biker, you deserved the world. And if you’d let him, Benny was determined to give it to you. 

“Was–was that okay?” you asked breathlessly, unsure if you’d done it right, but hoping he had felt what you couldn’t put into words. 

His eyes softened even more as a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “It was more than okay, Bunny.”

Your smile grew, a little more confident now, despite the heat tinging your cheeks. Suddenly the backdoor squeaked open and Brucie poked his head out the doorway. 

“Benny, you’re up to shoot, kid,” he said and must have seen the closeness of your bodies, the way Benny still held onto your waist because he smirked smugly. 

Benny didn’t even glance over. “Tell ‘em to hold my spot.”

“Pool?” you asked, tugging on his jacket lightly as Brucie disappeared back inside. 

Benny nodded, grinning lazily down at you. “Yeah, you ever played?”

You shook your head, feeling a little shy. “No, never. But . . . I’d like to try.”

He raised his eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “You want me to teach you?”

You nodded, this time with more certainty. “I think I’d like that.”

He took your hand, leading you back inside as the rain continued to pour around you. As he lead you back into the bar, the noise and constant chatter engulfing you once again, you felt reassured by the steady warmth of his hand in yours. And he didn't let go of your hand even when you got to the table. A few members cheered and teased Benny, but he only smiled and shook his head, his focus on you, instead. He stood behind you, positioning you gently. 

“Here’s the thing,” he murmured, his voice low and just for you. “You don’t have to know everything right away. Sometimes it’s about the journey, not just the win.”

You looked over your shoulder with a small smile, your faces only inches apart. “I think I’m ready for the journey.”

Benny’s gaze gentled. “So am I, Bunny. So am I.”

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[wisteriaw0rld]

-ˋˏ ༻motherly love༺ ˎˊ-

||synopsis: they like you because of how motherly you treat them, but despite them having a crush you might only like them platonically♡

||a/n: originally requested by anon but I accidentally deleted the request. (Again, I still might be slow on requests, I apologize in advance) - (In this the reader is a hashira and Tanjiros sibling!)

||characters: Zenitsu, Inosuke, Kanao, Genya, Muichiro

“It’s not fashionable to love me.” -Lana Del Rey

˚ʚagatsuma zenitsuɞ˚

♡Zenitsu had never actually met you until he landed in the butterfly mansion after the incident on the infinity train.

♡Tanjiro talked about you a lot. Considering you were a Hashira you were always busy with duties and you never had the chance to talk visit Tanjiro and meet his friends.

♡However after you had gotten the news of the flame pillars death after an encounter with upper moon two, you immediately rushed to the butterfly estate to make sure Tanjiro was okay. That was the first time you had actually met his friends.

♡The moment you made sure Tanjiro was okay, you took the time to meet his friends.

♡Right after Zenitsu met you, he immediately asked you to marry him. Before you could even politely decline, Tanjiro smacked him on the back of his head.

♡It didn’t take very long until you realized Zenitsu’s scared personality. He would practically scream at everything. 

♡Any time you got the chance, you would visit the butterfly estate to help him train. 

♡You felt bad at how he was terrified of being a demon slayer. So you offered to help him. You began training him and attempting to get rid of his fears.

♡Any time Zenitsu got scared, which happened a lot, he’d cling to your side while you pat his head reassuring him he was okay.

♡The food you make for him is also something that makes him feel better after getting scared. If your head pat’s don’t help him, your food will. But he’ll definitely have tears in his eyes while eating.

♡Being with Zenitsu is much like being stuck with a scared little kid that’s by your side 24/7.

♡He gets attached to you very quickly. With the way you treat him so kindly, he can’t not be by your side.

♡So whenever he has a mission without you, he’s gripping onto your haori while the people he’s going on the mission with try to pry him off of you while yelling apologies.

♡He overall loves how you treat him. So gentle and nice.

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˚ʚhashibira inosukeɞ˚

♡He doesn’t care much about you being a hashira. Let alone Tanjiros sibling. The moment he see’s you he’s trying to fight you without a second thought.

♡At first, he doesn’t even know you’re Tanjiro’s sibling. While Tanjiro does talk about you a lot, he’s never explained how you look.

♡Inosuke found you sitting at the engawa of the butterfly estate eating an onigiri while minding your own business. The moment he see’s you he takes out his swords, yelling at you to fight him.

♡Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho, who all saw Inosuke trying to fight you, immediately grabbed onto his legs while yelling at him to stop. They knew you were fully capable of beating him as a hashira. That’s why they were trying to get him away. So his injuries wouldn’t possibly end up worse.

♡With all the commotion, Zenitsu heard and walked over in confusion. Then Tanjiro followed. Only to see Inosuke trying to fight you.

♡That’s when inosuke found out that you were Tanjiros sibling. And a hashira at that.

♡The moment you actually first got along with Inosuke was when you were helping Aoi in the kitchen. Aoi had to leave to finish the laundry and that’s when Inosuke ran in.

♡As always he had demanded you to fight him. Every time you ignored his offer. So this time you did as well.

♡”You want some takoyaki?” You asked, completely ignoring his request. It took him a while to process what you said. Especially since he’d already eaten and he wasn’t allowed to have seconds.

♡Eventually Inosuke got used to you giving him food. Even when he was no longer at the butterfly estate.

♡He’s not really used to kindness or affection. Tanjiro had been enough with how nice he treated everyone. But the moment he met you it was different. You had obviously favored him.

♡You were also used to being overly affectionate unlike him. Having so many siblings and being the oldest next to tanjiro made you show affection to others.

♡With all the attention you gave him it didn’t take long until he fell for you. It came to the point you were the only person that was able to calm him down whenever he acted rashly.

♡Many people are shocked when it comes to your interactions with him. Inosuke cares deeply about you but refuses to show it.

♡Even with his efforts to keep it a secret, his crush on you remains obvious to you

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˚ʚtsuyuri kanaoɞ˚

♡Kanao met you through shinobu after she  decided to visit your estate and bring Kanao with her.

♡You were only a year older than Kanao and considering your kind personality, shinobu had assumed the two of you could become good friends.

♡The moment Kanao met you, she fell for you and she fell hard. She’s not used to being cared for which is the main reason she loves you so much. 

♡She doesn’t know much about love but the way you treat her made her admire you.

♡Kanao loves to spend time with you and is always visiting your estate once she’s done with her job at the butterfly mansion.

♡She eventually learns how to talk to you without using her coin with easily helps her open up to you. It takes a while but she soon learns how to talk to you without a problem.

♡Kanao adores the way you care for her. Your hugs and company sooth her and make her feel nice.

♡She doesn’t know how to handle the care of someone else so she does get flustered easily.

♡After you had learned about her past, you treated her with more kindness and of course she felt herself falling more in love with you. 

♡Kanao often gets more clingy as your bond with her grows. She gets awkward when it comes to giving you hugs back so instead she’s always following you like a lost puppy.

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˚ʚshinazugawa genyaɞ˚

♡Genya doesn’t exactly know how to act around someone that cares for him so much. He’s not used to affection.

♡The moment you expressed the smallest bit of kindness to Genya, he immediately took a liking towards you. 

♡He didn’t understand why he felt comfortable around you more than most people. 

♡But you had treated him with nothing but kindness and it made him appreciate you.

♡Genya also noticed the way you tried your best to protect him.

♡The main reason you had always treated him nicely had been because you saw the way Sanemi treated him. In a way you knew the wind pillar did care deeply about his brother but didn’t know how to express it. So you decided to help.

♡You didn’t exactly expect him to grow a crush on you.

♡Genya also admires you a lot considering your a strong hashira. But that also gives him another reason to get easily awkward in a way.

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˚ʚtokito muichiroɞ˚

♡He didn’t pay much attention to you until you went on a mission with him. The way you had treated him in the short amount of time you were with him made him cling to you.

♡You often helped him when it came to his memory problems. You wrote him small notes in a notebook to help him remember some things.

♡Muichiro deeply appreciates your kindness to him, even though it takes a while for him to get used to.

♡He’s not used to someone being by his side and treating him so motherly, he begins getting really cling.

♡Next thing you know he’s the one following you everywhere you go and not leaving your side.

♡He gets jealous easily and doesn’t like when others steal your attention, (which happens a lot).

♡Muichiro’s also always reminding you that your kindness can be seen as a weakness when in reality, he never wants your nice personality to leave.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Education

Lesson #7: Communication is KEY.

A/N: well; you asked for it. It’s here.

Warnings: smut. Also not entirely proof read cuz I wanted to post it today for y’all so…

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“Amelia?” Matty called out to her from behind the door, resting his forehead against it. “Can I please come in?” He cooed.

He knocked this time, in case she hadn’t heard him, “Amelia, darlin, please let me in.” He listened carefully for a shuffling of feet, any signs of movement at all, but none came. Soon, he began to pace back and forth to alleviate the raging of his heart. “Amelia, please. Open the door- please, I need to know that you’re alright.”

The silence was unbearable. As he paced by the bathroom door, Matty went over the events of the night in his mind, combing through every detail as he remembered it, trying to identify the moment that things went wrong.

He’d spent the entire way to the party wondering if she was going to be there. She’d designed the art work for the album that they were about to celebrate, so he’d hoped that Jamie would’ve had the sense to invite her. It’d gotten difficult to get a hold of her after their last phone call. Which, embarrassingly, he’d been too drunk to remember the details of. He has a vague recollection of talking to her, touching himself, alone, in his hotel bed, listening to her moan on the other end of the phone and wishing that she were eighth there with him. But he doesn’t remember much else. The texts were sparse and far between after that night. She wouldn’t pick up whenever he tried to FaceTime her. He’d written it off as time zone issues. It wouldn’t be the first time that his friendships or relationships were affected by his itinerant lifestyle. As he’d learned the hard way, over the years, nothing beats being in the same room with people. No matter how good distant connection is.

He’d spotted her soon after arriving at the event; seen her standing with a group of people that she doesn’t really like. He knew she was too polite to excuse herself from the conversation, so he figured if he inserted himself into the group, he could help pull her away.

If he was being honest with himself, his escape to LA was anything but effective, he’d thought about her every night while he was there. Even when he met up with his hookup. He was ashamed that he’d close his eyes and think of Amelia every time that another woman touched him. Try to remember what she sounded like. How good she felt wrapped around him the last time that he’d fucked her. How good he felt being with her. It took everything in him not to call out her name in another woman’s bed.

So, of course he’d been eager to finally see her again. But was that so wrong? Is that what hurt her? Was he pushy when he asked her to go into the bathroom with him? Did she not want to? She did hesitate, briefly, but he thought it was just because it was an entirely new thing that she’d never done before. And that was the whole point of their arrangement. He was meant to make her feel safe to try things out and figure out what she liked. Gain confidence to do things with other people. How’d they get from that to here?

Matty slid against the bathroom door crumbling yo the floor. “I just want you to know I’m right here, okay? I’m gonna stay right here. I just- I don’t know how to- I don’t know what to do right now, but I’m still here. I haven’t left you. I’m not going to.”

He ran his hands through his hair, attempting to breathe, deeply, and collect himself. Patience has never been a virtue that he possessed, though. “Oh, fuck this.” He mumbled before standing back up and banging on the door. “Amelia, please! Open this fuckin door! At least make a sound so I know that you’re okay in there. I can’t be out here thinking that- that you’ve hit your head against something and need- need- fuck! open this fuckin door!” He banged on the door repeatedly, more aggressive this time, as his patience wore thin.

His hands hurt from knocking against the door and his chest felt tight with worry. He won’t take this anymore. “Right, that’s it, then. I’m getting something to unlock this door with.”

With a 4 minutes YouTube tutorial, a butter knife, and one of his credit cards, he finally managed to open the door without breaking it.

“Oh, Amelia…” his heart sunk when he saw her, sobbing on the bathroom floor, her whole, naked body shaking. The sight paralyzed him for what felt like an eternity. His worst fear had come true. In trying to protect her from the hurt of the potential ill-intentions and miscommunications of complete strangers, by offering to be the person that she could experiment on, or with, he’d somehow wound up hurting her himself. The worst part is that he had no idea what he’d done wrong.

This moment wasn’t about his self-pity and indulgent guilt, he’d feel his feelings later on. Right now, he needed to be there for her. He ran into the room to grab the first thing he could find — his own shirt— and brought it back to wrap her up in, carrying her in his arms. His heart pounded against his chest, terrified that he’d make a wrong move and fuck this up, even more, so he narrated every single step he took, waiting a moment to give her the chance to object.

“Gonna just put this on you, so you don’t catch a cold…alright?” She said nothing. “I- umm- wanna get off the floor?” Again, nothing. “Well- I’m going to pick you up now, okay? If you want me to stop, just- say…say something.” “Bringing you to bed now, unless- well, unless you want to be sat somewhere else.”

She made no effort to protest or to stop him, so he took that as permission and proceeded, slowly, gently, as lightly as he could. His delicate touch and strong arms were a far cry from what was going through his mind. Matty held her in his arms as she wept into his bare chest. With every breath she took, every sniffle, and every tear drop that fell from her face onto his skin, his heart broke over and over again until he thought it couldn’t possible hurt any worse- and then it did.

When he felt her finally go still, her trembling breath calm and even, he looked down, and saw that she was asleep. Should he be relieved that, at least, she wasn’t crying anymore? Or should he focus on thr fact that, whatever he’d done had caused her to cry her eyes out, literally, to the point where she could no longer keep them open? He didn’t have it in him to move her or disrupt the first moment of peace that she’d had all night. So as his body went numb underneath her weight, he replayed their night in his mind, yet again, silent tears running down his face.

***

It was 3 am when Matty awoke from a dreamless sleep. Amelia was now fully wearing his shirt, all buttoned up, and clinging to his body, her legs intertwined in his, her cheek against his stomach, as she slept. The lights were turned out all the way, so she must’ve woken up at some point and walked around the hotel suite. When he stretched out his arm to feel around for his phone, he felt a water bottle on the nightstand. At least she’d had some water. That’s a good sign. Or was he desperate for anything to convince him that she was alright? Did he not deserve to feel relieved yet? Would he ever? He felt weak looking down at her. He wanted to kiss her forehead, to take her pain away, but he had this unshakable feeling that he’d break her, hurt her, cause her harm, if he ever touched her again.

In the morning, his body felt cold without Amelia pressed up against him. He had one text on his phone. It hurt his eyes to read it before they’d blink away the sleep. Mia ❤️: had to leave for a work thing. I’m okay. Thank you.

This was the worst news that he could’ve woken up to. He slammed his head harshly against the pillow, a loud cry tore through his chest.

***

“Matty?” Adam stood in the doorway, smiling, as he watched Matty sprawled out on the floor, arranging his son’s toys in some sort of circle, mumbling to the kid as if they were engaged in a serious conversation. “It’s been a while, what’re you two up to?” Adam walked over to them.”

“We’re creating toy rankings” Matty said matter-of-factly. “You know, like the Premier League tables?”

Adam giggled, Shaking his head. “Okay; I know the baby can’t be THAT entertaining and I’m his dad. So, who or what are you hiding out here from? And why couldn’t you do it at your own house?”

Matty glanced at Adam briefly before returning his attention to the army of toys. “Not hiding.”

“It’s Amelia, isn’t it?” Adam sighed loudly, joining Matty on the floor and instantly taking his son into his lap. “What’ve you done this time?”

Matty ceased his fiddling, cocking his head in shame. “I- erm…I- maybe didn’t pay attention when I should have.” Saying it out loud began to help piece together the situation in his head. “She- was trying to let me know that- that she wasn’t alright. I completely missed it.”

“Don’t sound much like you.” Despite Adam’s concern, he put on a cheerful demeanor to keep his boy happy. The contrast between his face and his words gave the conversation an eerie feel. Marty found it mildly distressing, if fatherly and admirable.

“I know. I fucked things up. Badly.”

“Well, have you apologized to her?”

“I- I want to. I just….can’t look her in the eye. And…..well, if that’s how I feel - Can’t imagine how she must feel.”

Adam said nothing for a long moment. When he spoke again, Matty hadn’t expected him to still be on that train of thought. “Let me ask you this: do you and Amelia ever just….hang out?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like, not for sex. Just- for the sake of hanging out.”

Matty rolled his eyes, insulted by the implications of the question. “Of course we do. All the fuckin time. We went to see a film not too long ago, and, she came to see the set when we were working on the designs for tour. She stayed at mine one night cuz she was too drunk to go home…..” Matty paused, catching his breath, “do you need the dates and times as well? The fuck is ‘do you hang out?’ What kind of question is that!”

“Matty,” Adam looked him straight in the eyes, noting that, by his defensiveness, Adam must’ve hit upon a sore subject. “this all happened before the two of you started….well, fucking. Have you spent any time together as friends since then?”

Matty’s lips instantly parted, he was about to respond with “of course we have! What a ridiculous thing to ask!!” But, as he thought about it, he realized that Adam was right. He and Amelia were no longer really friends. His expression shifted from offended to embarrassed.

“It’s not like you’re incapable of maintaining the friendship.” Adam consoled him. “You’ve slept with friends of yours and kept them as friends before. So, why won’t you do it with Amelia?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s not on purpose. The time has just not been right recently. It’s just the way things have been going. I’ve just been busy. You know this. Band stuff.”

“So you have time to fuck her, but you don’t have time to hang out with her?”

Matty winced unable to bare hearing that about himself. “Well, not when you put it like that….She came to me and asked for this! We made an agreement- it’s not like that! You’re making me sound like a fuckin creep.”

“Go.” Adam nodded towards the door. “Go on, go apologize to her. I gotta get this little man ready for bedtime, anyway. Uncle Matty’s gotta go.”

***

Amelia was stunned when she answered the door, “Matty, what are you-“

“May I come in?” He spoke too quickly, nerves taking over him.

It was late. Plus, Matty never came over unannounced. So, with some confusion and concern, she let him in.

“What’s all this?” She pointed to the bags in his hands.

“We’ll get to that in a minute.” He waved her question away, his eyes scanning the apartment that he’s been to countless times before, with new found novelty. Anything to avoid eye contact. “Wanted to- erm…” he stuttered, still looking around. “how- how’re you feeling? You know, af-after the other night?” Matty stumbled over his words. He’d imagined this conversation going differently in his head. He’d even practiced his words on the way over here. But now that he was standing in front of her, certainty and practiced delicacy had left him. He was terrified. “You left before we could talk…”

Amelia led the way to the kitchen, with Matty trailing sheepishly behind her. She helped him set down the bags l in the kitchen while she considered his question. The answer was too complicated. She shrugged. “I’m okay….I think? I don’t know. I don’t know how I’m feeling. One minute I’m fine, and the next….” She was surprised to feel herself get so emotional so quickly.

All Matty could think was. you did this. You hurt her. You’re the reason she feels this way. He wanted to pick up one of her kitchen knives off the counter and pierce it through his own heart.

“Let- let’s sit down somewhere? Is that alright?”

Amelia’s brows furrowed. It wasn’t like him to be so uncertain. “Sure.”

In the living room, the sat on opposite ends of the same couch, Matty nervously fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket. “So- I think….I think I know how you’re feeling and why it happened. Would you like to hear it?” He looked up at her, briefly.

She smiled nervously. “Sure- I mean, any ideas would be better than no ideas.”

“I think, well, I think we pushed you too far in the bathroom. I was a bit more aggressive than normal.” Matty’s voice got caught in his throat, so he paused, collecting himself. He was determined not to make this about himself and his feelings. He mustn’t speak unless he’s sure that he can control his tone.

“Y-yeah. I mean, I guess? The- umm, hair pulling, and the whole bending over thing…you being demanding. We’d never done any of that before.”

Matty nodded, “go-go on. It’s good. It’s good to hear you say these things.”

“Not sure what else to say.” She shrugged. “I mean, I liked it. All of it. It was just…a shock. Like, too many new things at the same time, you know?”

“Mhm…keep- keep going.” Matty was positively trembling.

“Ummm….I don’t know. That’s it I guess? It was just overwhelming for a moment. But for some reason it made things better. Like- when you told me to fade away from you and bend over? At first- I panicked-“

“Can I ask why?” His eyes shot up, meeting hers.

“Oh, gosh. This is embarrassing.” She mumbled under her breath. “Cuz- cuz I couldn’t see you. I like seeing your face. I like being able to tell that you were happy with me. That I was doing what you wanted me to do.” Her face turning read, she smiled. “But- the panic, it made the orgasm even better. I didn’t hate it, necessarily….it was just…a lot.”

Matty was tongue tied, his thoughts spiraling. He couldn’t find a beginning or an end to anchor himself to.

“Matty? Are you with me?” Amelia attempted to meet his gaze. “Honestly, I mean it! It didn’t hurt or feel unpleasant. I just-“

“Yeah, well, we’ve talked about this happening in theory.” Matty finally regained his footing. “Remember when I told you to read some shit about ‘subspace’ ? I think…..the excitement, the pain, the pleasure, the anxiety- perfect storm. A cocktail of Adrenalin and endorphins to push you over the edge.”

“Oh.”

“Would explain the sudden inability to speak…the overly emotional state, the….eagerness to do more.” Matty listed all the indications that he recalled her showing.

“Can I ask….Is that- umm….would it also happen to be why everything felt so…strong? Like lights and noises and stuff?”

Matty’s heart ached in his chest. He was sure that kitchen knife stab would be easier to take than this. “Fuck me…..yes, yes it would explain that as well.” He closed his eyes, willing the tears to stay where they are. “Anyway, so, I think, all of that, then throwing that new restrained position on you…demanding that you get me off…it may have been a mistake.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Not ‘may.’ It was a mistake. Definitely. It was my mistake. And I’m- I’m sorry.”

Amelia didn’t know how to feel about this new revelation. She was glad to have an explanation for how her body and her mind had felt, not to feel so helpless over her emotions, but she had no idea what to make of any of it.

“It gets worse.” Matty confessed. “Once you’d safe-worded, i- I should’ve done more. Been better. Taken better care of you.”

“Oh. No…matty you did good. I felt okay. I mean, not really, I was feeling entirely disconnected from my body, but-“

“Yeah that’d be the subspace psychology…”

“Like afterwards. I felt okay waking up the next morning. Just….confused and embarrassed.”

Matty laughed. “So…not okay.”

She smiled at him, “it’s really not that bad, looking back on it now…”

“I was scared. I owed you better. But I was scared that I’d hurt you. I suppose I- didn’t want to admit to myself that I’d missed all the signs. Let it get to a point where you had to tap out. And we hadn’t umm….we hadn’t made a real plan for what happens if you do tap out. I mean, we have our aftercare routine for afterwards….but, I should’ve anticipated that we’d both be in a completely different headspace if we stopped suddenly.” He shrugged. “I got lazy on you.”

“Matty-“

“I did! It’s true. I got complacent. Comfortable. Things were going so well that I didn’t think anything bad could ever happen between us. So- so I was less prepared!!! Even though im always on you about always being prepared. And speaking up. Fuck- what a hypocrite.”

“Matty, don’t say that!”

“I’ve failed you. And I’m so, so, sorry, Amelia.” Matty finally burst into tears. But it didn’t feel enough. He wanted to get on his knees and beg, bow down to her and tell her how much she didn’t deserve his negligence. How much he wishes it were the other way around.

Allowing himself a moment of release, Matty quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and jumped to his feet. “Anyway, erm….the bags in the kitchen. I- I brought some things that we could- I mean, if you’d allow me- and I completely understand if you’d rather not- to make it up to you….take care of you the way that I should have that night. I’ve bought some things. So we could see what you might like to have on hand for emergencies like that. That is….uhhh- if, of course, you’d ever let me touch you again.”

Amelia smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that very much.”

***

“Okay, and then…once you’re calm, well, I guess I’d wanna check for injuries or something.” Matty was running down a new checklist he’d created to ensure that not a single detail is ever lost on him again. “But, since, I’m days later now, and we didn’t use anything that could hurt you….I’ve drawn you a bath, so, if you’d go in there, and- You enjoy that while I get you some food and water.”

“You’d leave me?” Amelia’s voice sounded needier than she’d intended. “By myself?”

Matty was stumped. It was a good thing they were running this rehearsal. “I- erm…had assumed that you’d want some space.”

She shook her head passionately. “No, no! Not at all. All I wanted, that whole night, was you.”

Matty stood there, blinking rapidly, staring at her face. “Okay, then. I’ll sit by the bathtub? Keep you company…”

She stepped forward, hesitantly, decreasing the space between them. “Please get into the bath? With me?” Matty could tell, by the blushing in her face, that this wasn’t easy for her either. “Want you to hold me, please?”

Matty nodded, silently, and began to undress.

***

“Here, you can uhhh…you can have this to wear.”

Amelia looked down at his extended arm and the t shirt that he was offering, chuckling heartily. It was that old ragged brown t shirt that was not so oversized when he’d first bought it. “You love that horrific thing. It’s like your favorite, for some reason.”

“Yes, and you hate it, but it is my favorite, so….now, it’s yours. You know, to wear on days like that. For- I don’t know. Comfort? Not to be so presumptuous as-“

“Shut up and hand it over before I set it on fire or something.”

***

In bed, Matty wrapped his strong, thick arms around her, squeezing her tight, breathing in her hair. She held onto his bicep, her hand tiny in comparison, stroking his arm, up and down, running her fingers over his tattoos. This, she thought to herself, must be the safest place on earth.

With considerable effort, Amelia wiggled within Matty’s tight grip, turning around so she was face to face with him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling herself closer to kiss him. For the first time ever, Matty was stiff to her touch, his lips passive. It wasn’t long before he pulled away, slightly.

“Amelia- what….we shouldn’t.” He whispered despite them being completely alone.

“Matty, please?”

“I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You’re not going to.”

“It’d be wrong. To- to take advantage. You’re vulnerable right now, and-“

“So are you.” She placed a kiss to his cheek, smiling faintly as she watched his face grow red.

“It’s my job to protect you- we agreed, I’d be a safe trial. I-“

“Please, I need you. I didn’t get to make you feel good last time. Please? Don’t want you to get into the habit of treating me like glass, I’d hate that.”

When he said nothing in return, she kissed him again, and this time, he kissed her back, his arms easing their grip on her, hands lowering to grab her bum. She moaned softly, smiling against his lips.

Matty hovered over her, now naked, body dipping his head to leave gentle kisses all over her.

“Stunning, you are.” He kissed the space between her breasts; her eyes fluttered shut. “Perfect.” He kissed her a little lower this time. “Gorgeous.” He was halfway to her belly button. Her hands naturally moved to hold his curls between them, her breathing quick and shallow, more desperate the closer that he got to her core.

“So good for me,” he mumbled against her skin, his breath raising goosebumps all over her, which did not go unnoticed by Matty.

He grinned, reveling in his power over her body. “Gonna make you feel so good, darlin,’ I promise.”

“Oh, Matty…” she whined, “please do.” Her neck strained against the pillow; her entire body jolting when she felt Matty’s mouth, suddenly, at her clit. “Fuckkk! Yeah….”

Matty growled, smiling to himself. He forbade his other senses from feeling anything but her. His eyes shut, his ears focused only on her melodious sounds. A zealous worshipper, every breath he drew was all her, taking breaks only to kiss and nib the insides of her thighs, his armpinning her down, firmly, as she writhed and shook. Not even her reflexive pulls at his hair could deter him. He was determined to give all of himself to her.

“Sorry, erm…” he smiled, shyly. “Condom.”

She felt his sudden absence sorely, whining out and calling for him to hurry back.

“I know, I know. Sorry, love.”

She heard him wince and shuffle onto the bed and knew that he was back.

“You ready for me?”

“Mhm, please, please, I need you.”

Matty had to restrain himself from instantly pulling her into his arms to ravage his insatiable lust for her, reminding himself that he wanted this to be gentle, soft, precise, slow.

She felt the slow pressure and opened her eyes to watch him throw his head back in pleasure, a long and drawn out moan leaving his lips.

“Fuuuuckkk mee- Amelia. So, fffuckin good. So tight.”

Matty’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he began to thrust into her, soon finding his rhythm. Once he’d given himself a moment to adjust, his finger was back on her clit, gently stroking it the way he knows she needed.

“Ohhh my god, Matty…” she whimpered.

“I know, my love. I’ve got you.” He leaned forward, taking her hands in his and intertwining their fingers together. He laid on top of her, his chest pressed into hers with the full weight of his body.

“You feel s-so good.” He cried out, the overwhelming pleasure bringing tears to her eyes.

Matty kissing and sucking at the skin underneath her ear put her over the edge. She gasped, incoherently repeating “I- I’m gonna- cum…but it’s - it’s too much.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve got you, darlin. Let go, it’s gonna feel g- oh my god- good.”

He felt both her hands squeeze his tightly and knew that she wouldn’t hold on much longer.

With a loud cry of his name, she gasped sweetly into his ear, and he felt her clench and gush around him, trembling as she came undone.

Matty himself couldn’t hold on for much either, her squeezing him tightly through her orgasm, sent his own waves of pleasure on the heels of hers, his head falling to her shoulder, he moaned softly, his eyelashes tickling her skin.

Matty thought he’d heard her whisper “I love you” into his ear as the rush of excitement flooded his mind.

***

Neither of them had the heart to be the one to pull away first, so they remained in that intermingled state, basking in the afterglow of that release, nothing but the hot air, and their rapid breathing mellowing out, in the room around them.

Amelia swallowed harshly, her mouth feeling dry even as her body glistened with hers and Matty’s sweat.

“I love you.” She said more clearly this time.

He couldn’t have mistaken her words this time. And if he had any doubt at all, the feeling of her heart beating furiously against his, after it had just calmed down, was unmistakable.

Matty remained perfectly still, his mind blank. It was it racing so quickly that it was impossible to hold onto any thought? He couldn’t tell the difference.

“Matty? I love you.” Amelia spoke again, helpless to stop herself. Now that it was spilling out of her, it was as if the floodgates had opened. She loves him. She loves him. She loves him….

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Un-Kissable :|: Never Been Kissed CS AU

I know I haven’t posted the re-release of Un-Kissable. I’m sorry. I am! I just didn’t want to bombard you guys with it.                        

I thank @ilovemesomekillianjones​ for being my beta for the first chapters and then the lovely@ultraluckycatnd ​​ took over. Both lovely human beings!

Art by @herhookedhero​​​

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Chapter 7

Liam Jones was known for his overprotectiveness when it came to his little brother, Killian. Liam's boss, Dakkar Nemo, encouraged his employees' awareness of the value of family. Nemo had adopted a troubled young man named Rufio and helped him turn his life around, and now the young man worked part-time for him while attending night school. Like Killian, Nemo had encouraged Liam to go to night school, but the stubbornness of the older Jones brother was not an understatement. Nemo watched as Liam's aggression was taken out on the job at hand. It was obvious something was upsetting him.

"Liam," Nemo called out.

"What?! I'm busy!" Liam snapped back.

Nemo stood quietly and said, "Alright, everyone out, except for Liam."

Liam flinched; it had been an accident. He was just engrossed with his task and the worry for his brother was making him lose his temper faster than usual.

Everyone stepped out without a whisper.

"Alright, what is bothering you so much?" Nemo asked.

"I'm worried about Killian."

"I was under the impression that Killian was a successful adult from how much you talk about him. Is he in trouble?" the older man asked, concerned.

Liam smiled; he was happy to work at Nautilus Shipyard. They were all family, so he felt comfortable sharing his concerns with his boss. "I think so, but he is too stubborn."

Nemo laughed. "I'm familiar with the family trait. Why do you think he is in trouble?"

"Killian was beaten up and he just let it happen. He didn't even try fighting back. He is too afraid to botch up his first assignment."

"He is a smart young man, Liam. I think your brother needs you to trust him. If he thinks he can do this job, you should let him prove it."

Liam sighed. "He needs me and I can't fail him again."

"You have been a good brother to him. I think he might argue you have always acted as a second father to him. He needs to do this on his own."

"Nemo, if it was Rufio, would you back down?"

Nemo considered the young man's words. He was right, getting Rufio out of the troubled past he had experienced during his foster years had been a challenge.

"Liam, what do you need from me?"

Liam smiled. "I just need a leave of absence. I think I can work on weekends if you need me. I haven't figured out everything yet, but I need to find a way to keep an eye on him."

"Of course. Would you like to speak to Rufio? Maybe he can give you an idea of what to do?" Nemo asked with a kind smile.

"Aye, I'd like that. Nemo, I'm sorry about snapping at you before. I hope he has some ideas because I'm drawing a blank."  Liam sighed.

Nemo called everyone else back inside to the work area. Liam and Rufio walked to Nemo’s office to talk in private.

Once alone, they sat down.

"Nemo thought that you might be able to help. I want to help my brother. Killian got beat up while under cover for his newspaper. I just need to find a way to keep him safe," Liam said, frustrated.

Rufio listened to Liam rant about what had happened, but the moment Liam had suggested about following in his brother's footsteps and attempting to pass as a student, Rufio could not stop himself and had laughed so hard it had taken Liam a lot to not get insulted by the kid's cackling.

"Alright, then what do you suggest?" Liam asked, annoyed as Rufio's laughter subsided.

"I think he needs to find a way to fit in." Rufio paused. "Maybe a makeover of sorts. If they think he will tell on them, that might open your brother to more attacks, but if he keeps quiet for a different reason... like because he has been in trouble before and now has to stay clean… We need to give your brother a dark side. Reputation is everything. I still talk to some high school kids I knew from foster care. We can spread some rumors about Killian and once they hit the right person, it will fall into place," Rufio said.

Liam nodded. “I have an old leather jacket that might do the trick.” He thought about his brother’s appearance from the last time he saw him. 

“Oh, Liam, can you find out what high school he is going to?” Rufio asked.

“What does that matter?” Liam asked.

“In my experience, it matters what kind of bullies we are dealing with. Are these kids just acting up because their parents don’t pay attention or do they like getting in trouble for the fun of it?” Rufio said matter of factly.

“I will find out. Thanks man,” Liam said with what passed as a relieved smile.

The duo ended the conversation with an exchange of phone numbers to continue later before they both went back to their original tasks.

After work, Liam went over to Killian's to check up on him and find out about the school name as Rufio had asked.

The door opened wide and he noticed Shadow looking up to him.

"Hey there, Shadow. Are you serving as a doorman for my little brother?"  

"I'm right here you git." Killian picked up the cat from the floor and whispered. "Time for your sustenance."

Liam sidestepped his brother, rattling some treats inside his coat pocket, catching the attention of the feline whose ears perk up. "Don't be mad because Shadow likes me best!"

Killian rolled his eyes. "He can smell you a mile away."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, little brother."

"Younger brother. Liam, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?"

"I'm just here visiting. Oh, I brought you this old thing. I think it's still cool and you finally have grown into it. Leather never goes out of style brother."

Killian, still holding Shadow, walked towards his kitchen, Liam following close behind. Shadow meowed in his arms, annoyed he was still waiting for his food. "I know, you're hungry."

Shadow purred his agreement.

Once fed, Shadow went to his favorite spot.

Killian stared at his reflection as he tried the old jacket on. "So why are you giving me your favorite jacket?"

"I was thinking about what you said. I know you want to prove yourself. So I have been wondering how I can help and I thought this could help you fit in and if you indulge me in answering a few questions for me."

"Questions?"

"Okay, don't get mad, but I mentioned what happened to Rufio and he knows the lads you are dealing with. Knowing your enemies can prove helpful."

"Alright, let me make sure I understand. You want me to wear this like a disguise?"

"It can make you feel freer to do things that you normally wouldn't do."

Killlian stared at Liam as he talked. The words he spoke were so similar to how Miss Swan had described As You Like It when they had discussed it. Maybe it could work.

Liam called Rufio and as soon as the other picked up, he said "Hey, he is going to Storybrooke High."

Rufio tsked. "Oh, so he is dealing with the Lost Boys. It's a group of foster kids that cause trouble and I know them personally. Don't tell Nemo, but I still talk once in a while with Devin and Slightly. They don't go to Storybrooke, but they hang out at Skull Rock with the others. I have an idea how to help out.

Killian had been stressed out for days after his meeting with Sydney. He was distant in class. His appearance grew roguish by the day. It was such a change from his first day of class. The glasses were gone and the beard was transforming him without any effort.

Emma kept an eye on him out of concern she told herself, but there was something about him that pulled her attention to him. She had also noticed it was not just her attention the change was attracting. The girls were paying more attention to him.

Killian and Henry would still work together on their assignments, both oblivious to the attention the new kid was getting.

During lunch, Killian had taken to observing the "cool kids" table. Henry sat next to him to see what he was looking at and said, "You know they'll never accept you."

Killian turned to his young friend and replied, "I know, but I have to try."

Henry looked at Killian confused. "I don't understand. I'm your friend and they beat you up, but you still want to try?" Henry stood up, angry and feeling betrayed by his one friend to move to a different table. 

Killian sighed but he had to try in order to keep his job. He approached Peter's table.

Peter and Felix looked at him as he walked towards them.

Felix stood up ready to fight.

Peter stayed still on the chair and gave his command to his soldier. "Wait. Are you dumb!? We can't do anything here with everyone watching. Let's just hear what he has to say-- for now."

Killian nodded his head at Peter and side-eyed Felix. "I don't want any trouble mate, I haven't said anything to anyone about who beat me up. I have kept my mouth shut," Killian said as he clenched his fist.

Peter smirked. "You should know what will happen if you open your mouth."

"I'm guessing another beating? Look mate, a word of advice? You are getting older and you will soon be suffering the consequences of your actions. How about we come to an agreement? I keep my mouth shut and you leave Henry and myself alone."

Peter laughed. "How about the first chance we get, we beat you and your friend to a pulp?"

Killian laughed. "You do know that everyone knows it was you two, right? If you think beating us up will not make it clear to everyone, including the teachers, then it will not matter if we say we didn't see a thing because you will still end up in juvie."

Peter's face morphed into a sneer. "Are you threatening us?"

"No, I'm trying to make things civil for us. I know your friends Mike and Johnny need to pass Miss Swan's class to be able to play football. How about we help them in exchange for leaving us alone and an occasional invite to Skull Rock?" Killian said with a raised brow.

Peter's eyes turned to Felix. The Darling Brothers were having a hard time keeping up their grades. Normally Peter wouldn't care, but Fiona enjoyed going to the games and Felix was smitten with Wendy. The siblings and Fiona were finally getting their food, smiling as they crossed the cafeteria to reach their table.

"I will think about it. You can go for now," Peter commanded.

High school still offered the same high importance to formal events it did when Killian was in school before. Which meant the prom and all the frivolities of being voted king and queen still applied. No one was exempt and that included Peter, courtesy of his beloved Fiona. Killian had noticed a small wedge appear between them the moment the fair to raise funds for the dance was announced.  She wanted the crown and now he did too after the few arguments he lost. Prom was still at the bottom of Killian's priorities, but for the purpose of saving his job he would endure the festivities. The fair was the upcoming Saturday and he would attend.

The Darlings, Fiona, Felix, and Peter would be helping at the fair. In reality, Fiona was the one with the real power. Peter and Felix were the muscle while the Darlings were just caught in a toxic friendship.

Killian had noticed the friendly smiles Wendy would offer Henry and the shy ones he would return. That was a sure way to end up on the wrong side of Peter and Felix. 

Miss Swan still asked about his attack and he hated lying to her, but he could not rat out Peter and Felix. It wasn’t just about him, Henry’s safety was at stake. Even if the lad was still upset with him. He hadn’t talked to him since the day prior at the cafeteria. 

At the end of the day Killian shot a quick glance at his friend who was in deep discussion with Miss Swan. He hoped things would get back to normal. The lad was a smart kid that he thought of as a little brother. He exited the school and was about to enter his car when a van stopped next to him. 

“Jones, Sydney sent me to set up surveillance. Get in, we don’t want to attract any attention,” the hooded man said.

“Robin, maybe it would look less suspicious if you weren’t driving a van that screams of stranger danger,” Killian sassed back but with a quick look around, got inside the van. 

The van turned on and they drove off. Once far enough away, Robin pulled over and parked, shutting off the van. “I’m here to set up surveillance. So what do you want, the heart-shaped swan wings or the pirate skull?”

Killian’s eyes rolled. “Aye, mate, give me the swan wings shaped like a heart so the heathens in there can have a field day. The pirate skull, please. Where do you even find these?” 

“I work with what they give me.” Robin worked on his laptop, ensuring the link to the hidden camera in the pin was working. “Okay, testing Killian Jones, Glass Mirror.”

“I think you are wasting your time, mate” 

"Jones, stop being difficult!"

"Sidney?"

"No, it's the magic mirror on the wall. Killian I'm sorry, but the ideas you have provided haven't been too promising. You're in over your head. So this is what we are going to do. I will review the tapes, and I will find your story." With that the boss ended the transmission.

"All right," Killian sighed, deflated.

"Here's the battery and the transmitter. Plug it in. I'm sorry man. Good luck." Robin smiled encouragingly. "I'll be watching you."

"Very funny!" Killian muttered.

"I'm plenty funny, mate!"

 Robin turned the van back on and returned Killian to the high school.

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[mademoiselle-red]

so I was watching this TikTok about how everything is more affordable when you don’t live alone, since you can share stuff like rent (and you can afford a bigger space too!) and groceries and help each other out with chores and errands (assuming equal division of labor) so you all end up with more time and money at the end of the day, and you have people to share food and activities and things with so life is also more fun.

And I was thinking about Ralph in chapter 16 when he went back to his empty room after beating up Bunny, looking around that undecorated and unloved room and just feeling despair at the fact that his attempts to live with someone else never work out, and finding himself unable to face the idea of spending the rest of his life like this. Because one of two things need to happen for him to get out of this: a partner or a lot of money. A partner so he can move into a proper home, or make it far enough in his career to afford a proper home of his own.

Right now the later had been blown to pieces along with his fingers, they’ve sent him back to training, and he is so tired, too tired to climb that ladder all over again. It took 7 years to get to where he is in the merchant navy hierarchy and now he has to learn and climb whatever career ladder awaits a radar operator, if there even is one.

And the former, a partner to share his life with. He tried it with Alec, who is the most reasonable person he knows, but it didn’t work out. Their personalities clashed too much. Alec wanted to avoid claustrophobia, while Ralph wanted to huddle closer for comfort. With Bunny, they clashed on everything: from how to decorate the home to what kind of relationship they could have. They both found each other insufferably smug and stuck-up in their different ways. And with Laurie, he tried to compromise, he really did, but Laurie wouldn’t meet him in the middle. And Laurie wants to rent a room alone in the countryside and get occasional visits from that boy of his. Laurie doesn’t want to share a home, a life with Ralph. And Laurie thinks he is just as fickle and cruel as Bunny. “Maybe that’s why I can’t hold down a relationship. Maybe my parents were right. Maybe Jeepers was right. Maybe they were right all along —there’s no place for me because something is wrong with me.” Maybe he had been planning to end it all at 19, until Spud came along and told him there was nothing wrong with him. Maybe he half-believed it as he rode the train down to Southampton, and decided he’d try making something of his life still, because one person told him it was worth it. And now that one person looked at what he’s made of himself over the past seven years and decided that no, there was something wrong with him after all.

And the thing is, the way Ralph had been living for the past few years before Laurie showed up is really no different from the near-term life Laurie dreamed up for himself in the EMS hospital: renting a room out of someone else’s house, getting frequent visits from a special friend who would never stay long. The only difference being that Ralph’s special friend would have sex with him while Laurie’s special friend would just sit and talk about his moral crisis.

Anyways, I remember how in the early months of the pandemic, when I was still living in Berlin, renting a room in a flat with two roommates who were a couple, it was really miserable for me because I had no other space to be in aside from my own room and the tiny kitchen, which was communal. The living room was their second room. And later that summer, a friend sublet her one-room unit in a university dorm to me, and it was a little better, since I had total privacy, but I was still isolated to my room. When I finally accepted my mother’s invitation to move back into her home in the US at the end of summer, the thing that struck me the most was the house: so many rooms! a full size kitchen! So much countertop space! And someone who cooks for me! And space in the garden for a table and chairs! So many places to lounge around in! I don’t have to drink my coffee in my room anymore! And I can just grab a mug without thinking. It’s all mine, ours. Mind you, I was raised in this house but it felt like I was visiting wonderland for the first time 😂

Like, I totally get Ralph’s happiness the morning after the wedding. It’s not just having sex with Laurie and knowing that he is loved in return. It is being able to wake up in that wonderfully homely house feeling cherished and knowing that everything in this place is dear to Laurie, well looked after, and long loved, and now that includes him.

[kuhatoarchive]

this was it — they stood at the precipice of the world's end. meteor swarmed overhead, sephiroth awaited them at the planets core, countless lives have been lost along the way... and yet, where one would expect trepidation and fear? cloud found peace. there was something so freeing about only having two possible outcomes. either they made it, or they didn't. but it was this that mattered, being able to stand face to face with the possible destruction of all and still having it in him to say no, to refuse to accept it, knowing that he would fight no matter what.

it took him too long to see it, to really get it... but cloud? he wanted to live. he wanted to protect those he cared so much for, to one day pay back all the love and sacrifices made for him that got him to where he was now.

he was cloud strife. he wasn't a great mercenary. he was never SOLDIER. he'd never been that great of a person, really, if you asked him. he'd always just been... himself.

and that was enough.

this time? he does not hesitate to hold her hand. long past was the time of his pride and shame holding him back - the eyes that look into tifa's? gratitude incarnate. maybe they never really knew each other before life threw them on these train tracks, strangers to both themselves and each other...

but cloud wouldn't change a thing now.

"thank you. for everything. for never giving up on me."

best read while listening to "together" by nine inch nails /jk

  unprompted.   ♡  * always accepting !  @vctlan.

   premonitions—vague hunches they were—had never denied her, even if she postponed their acknowledgement. but today, sitting here, the air shy from lukewarm and the night sky star-littered, she feels a stab of mortification like a thrill that courses old pathways within her: she can’t imagine the end, whichever outcome that may be, and from it stems a numbness she could have mistaken for peace in any other situation. 

   everything, even herself, feels up in the air, the same way the highwind looms over. placid. waiting.

   tifa wonders how she doesn’t gasp or retch or sob as her body struggles to contain the paradoxical truth. that, as it stands, they are as alive as they are dead. she holds the feeling against herself, keeping it there, beating; this is life. this is proof that she has come this far, that the memories were worth it, that the stars are watching how hard they have fought, and will still. it’s the most fear she has ever felt, and she’s glad she survived to be able to. 

   above all, she’s glad cloud is here. if some don’t return, if none of them do, she thinks she can bear anything having him beside, holding onto the hand that reaches for hers. she feels every bit of herself gather at the touch, half-afraid she is imagining it. no… gone is the time of mirages. his gratitude is true and his own and it holds her in place, thinking, there isn’t a world where he’s worth giving up on.

   his words set her free, somehow. their simplicity and earnestness. the steady hold of his gaze and the sureness of his grasp. it fits into the broad scheme of her consciousness like a tessellate, safekept to invoke before the final battle along the images of her family, nibelheim and its townsfolk, aerith, their crew, all the people she met in her time at sector 7 or her travels. a constellation.

   “...it’s because you never stopped fighting your way back.” to us. to me. it’s not hiding if she knows he gets her meaning by now. it’s tucked, too, in the creasing of her eyes, a smile forming. “after all that has happened… there’s still fight in you. it... makes me give it my all, too. i should thank you for that, leader.” another tifa might have figured her sigh would be a prelude to tears. instead, she chuckles, a small, brief sound to accompany her attempt at lightheartedness. 

   another hand rises to cup the one she holds, placing it atop his. her breathing is different now. quiet. her mind oscillates between reality and dream. hope, perhaps. “...we’ll be okay.” 

   against the beginning and end, in whatever order they may come.

[fives-lover]

Chapter 7: Matches

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Mando'a: Mir’sheb= smartass (MEER-sheb) Twi'leki: Chod = shit

“Okay, so I haven’t met you yet.” Ari wiggled a finger in front of her toward a man with a large Republic symbol tattoo on his forehead as she sat down with a tray of food, “What’s your name? Do the other boys down there like you?” She jabbed a thumb down the table, smirking at the new person. 

“It’s Jesse. I sure hope they like me. They’re kinda stuck with me.”

Fives overheard him, “Nope! We hate him. He’s the absolute worst out of all of us.”

"I'm Ari. That might be a little debatable Fives. I think you could be the worst one..."

“Mir’sheb.” Jesse flipped Fives off. 

“Oh, shut up Jesse. You’re a smartass too. It's definitely him!” Fives chuckled. 

Hardcase slammed his hand on the table. “Rasha was talking more shit at lunch today, Ari!” He exclaimed, accidentally spitting food across the table onto Rasha in his excitement. He swallowed quickly and handed her another napkin, “oops, sorry… So, we’ve gotta see what these girls are made of, or at least what she’s made of. Rasha said she could beat our asses a few days ago too. I’d say she might be a little too confident, we may need to show them a thing or two. Yeah, we’ve seen her on the ground, but she was just running around putting bandages on everyone and shooting at a few droids!”

Fives and Echo sat back in their seats, smirking, knowing how they would fare after that rough ARC and minimal Jedi training the two went through.

Rasha rolled her eyes. “Oh, so you’re saying I should just leave you alone if you get shot out there then? Maybe I will.”

“Hey, don’t scare her off before anything starts!” Oz piped up, grinning. 

“I really don’t think any of you scare her.” Ari dramatically gestured at Rasha and rolled her eyes, “I can’t take you anywhere Rasha! You just wanna fight anyone and everyone! And you always end up as a mess!” 

“I didn’t start anything. They started giving me shit first both times! They were saying they might need to teach us how to fight, or at least something more than pulling hair or lekku and kneeing their crotches! And the mess wasn’t my fault!” Rasha teased them and gestured across the table to Hardcase, still wiping her shirt.

“Oh, well… when they say chod like that…” Ari raised an eyebrow, giving the group of men a cocky smirk, she got up when she finished eating. “Why don’t we just go right now? Or do the little boys need to give themselves a pep talk?” She walked out with Rasha close behind.

The girls sat, talking in the wrestling area of the training room by themselves joking and watching a few other groups wrestle. The floor was covered in a black mat with circles painted in various spots, and hooks hanging from the ceiling to hold the punching bags strewn along the padded walls.

“Hey, no sleeping now! You two challenged us, remember?” Hardcase boasted.

“Oh, shut up. You’re the ones that took forever. Long enough for us to at least try to take a nap. Did you need to psych yourselves up and grow some balls for it or something?” Rasha snickered.

“Hey! Do you guys mind if I join in? Skyguy, err, Master Skywalker is too busy to train with me tonight.” Ahsoka quickly made her way to the front of the group. When Rasha realized Ahsoka probably heard what she said, she quickly slapped her hand over her mouth.

“Hey! There’s a kid here. Watch your mouth Rasha!” Ari shoved her back down as she attempted to get up.

“It’s okay!” Ahsoka eagerly said, “I’ve been around all these guys for way too long not to have heard any of that.” The small Togruta turned, smiling.

Fives got everyone’s attention, “Alright, so we’ve got one, two, three, four… eight of us. Wow, that’s more than usual,” he chuckled, “personally, I like to have us write our names on some flimsi, drop it in one of our buckets, and draw randomly. But you two are the newbies, so we’ll let you decide this time.”

“Sounds good! Let’s get going!” Ari was already grabbing some to tear, giving everyone a piece.

“Okay, so who wants to draw first then?” Echo asked.

“I thought you knew your manners, Echo. Ladies first. And since she was running her mouth so much, maybe Rasha should go first,” Jesse added, elbowing Echo in the ribs.

Rasha’s ears turned red when everyone looked at her. She slowly reached in and grabbed a name once they took hers out.

“Well, who did you get?” Fives asked while still holding the helmet out to her.

Nervously, she announced, “uh… You, Fives…” Rasha looked into his eyes but quickly drew her gaze away, watching everyone else draw names.

Echo brushed off her nervousness. “Who wants to grab one next?”

Ari drew a name and announced who she got before she leaned in, and whispered, “Don’t beat your boyfriend up too bad now.”

“He’s not-” Rasha cut herself off quickly when everyone looked at her again, realizing she said that louder than she meant to and blushed even more from the attention. She looked over at Fives and saw him trying to hide a small blush with a smirk.

She leaned back over, “those looks weren’t too convincing.”

“He’s not though!” Rasha whispered back, trying to force herself to be quieter.

Oz started announcing the pairings. “So, it looks like it’s Ahsoka and Echo.” -Echo groaned- “Ari and Jesse, Rasha and Fives, and Me and Hardcase”

“Oz. You two should go first,” Rasha blurted out and dragged Ari away from the group once the two got started.

“Why are you bringing me over here? If you haven’t noticed, the match is over there.” She pointed her thumb over her shoulder, smirking.

“We both know he’s not my boyfriend. You would’ve been the first one I told!” She looked over to check on the match. Oz and Hardcase had just started wrestling on the ground.

“I know!” She turned around to watch it as well. “But just look at him! And look at you!” She looked her up and down with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s there to look at with him?! And with me?!”

Ari rolled her eyes, “I knew you had a thick ass skull but holy shit Rasha. You’re gonna give me grey hair and I don’t even have any!” She said, moving her purple lekku around. "And then, when you're not alone or hanging out with me, it's always you two!

Rasha started getting defensive, “what’s there to look at?! That's not true!”

"Just watch him during this training..." Ari watched the rest of the match ignoring Rasha.  

Getting up again, they went in slow circles around each other, throwing the occasional jab to throw the other off again. Both were breathing hard. Eventually, Hardcase grabbed Oz’s arm, pulling him forward. Oz escaped his grasp, elbowing him in the ribs. Once free, he lunged at Hardcases legs. He fell almost instantly, getting the wind knocked out of him but rolled just fast enough the avoid Oz’s elbow in his stomach again before getting on top of him. The two wrestled for a few more minutes until Hardcase pinned Oz to the ground, locking his arm behind his back; Hardcase won.

Ahsoka wanted to go next. Echo sighed as he begrudgingly went into the circle. He would attempt to try, knowing he'd lose. Rasha thought it was kind of funny how quickly his posture changed. Ahsoka didn’t give Echo the chance to throw jabs as the last two did. He was immediately on the defensive, blocking every attack she threw at him. He managed to grab her arm at one point, twisting it to a position that looked painful. She was able to get him to let go for a split second before swiping her leg against his ankles. Echo managed to grab her shoulder on the way down, pulling her with him. In the few seconds that she was caught off guard, he locked her arm behind her back and crawled on top of her. Somehow, Rasha didn’t see it, Ahsoka twisted herself underneath him enough to get her knee out and into his ribs, throwing him off. The rest of the match didn’t last long before Ahsoka had him in an uncomfortable, if not painful, position on the mat. She didn’t look like she even broke a sweat as she helped Echo up. He looked exhausted and out of breath. Now, it was between Ari and Rasha to decide who would go next. Ari jumped into the circle, leaving Rasha’s match with Fives last.

Jesse joked, “I’ll try not to hurt you too bad.”

“Promises, promises. Can’t say the same.” Ari shrugged.

They started slow until Jesse lunged at Ari as she quickly ducked under him, ramming her shoulder into his diaphragm, and shooting him backward. He clutched his chest, gasping for air. She started going slow again, being nice and waiting for him to recover some; she didn't want to be done so soon. He caught his breath, but not fast enough, as she got behind him, kicking him in the back of the knees, throwing him to the ground again. He rolled over in time to catch her ankle, pulling her to the mat next to him as he got on his knees, attempting to gain the upper hand. She tried grabbing his neck to drag him down again, but his hands shot straight for her wrists, pinning them down, while his knees squeezed her legs together, making her unable to move, she tapped out; Jesse won.

“I was so close, too! Damn it! I should've just pinned you after I rammed my shoulder into you...”

“Hey, you did good. Just gotta think about how much stronger we are than you before you go for your next move.” Jesse smacked her on the back lightly after pulling her up.

“I’ll get you next time.”

“Sure, you will.”

“Rasha and I know how to go against you guys, Jesse!” Ari quipped back, crossing her arms.

Rasha’s turn. She almost couldn’t move.

Why did it have to be Fives? I was talking a big game. Let’s hope I can hold myself up to it in front of the boys. I’ve gone against him before but that was while everyone was showing us some new stuff so we were all going easy. And now, I have an audience... Maybe I can use what I’ve watched and learned to my advantage.

He threw a few jabs, trying to catch her off guard, but not close enough to hit her, yet. He finally stepped closer, throwing a jab; she dodged, rolling to the other side of the circle, and getting behind him. He turned around, facing her again; she stepped closer, slipping under his punch in just enough time to grab his wrist and twist his arm. He gritted his teeth, pushing her off him to the ground with his free hand. He came down to grab her, attempting to pin at least one of her limbs; she rolled again, bringing her knee into his side as she stood up, pushing him over. Neither wanted to hurt the other, but both wanted to win, so the game of chase kept going.

Managing to get behind her, he brought her elbows up, and locked them behind her head; she knocked the back of her head into his chin, eyes watering. He took a couple of steps back but didn’t loosen his grip. She needed to think of something else quickly and brought her legs to her chest, slammed them to the ground, and shoved him back; that seemed to loosen his grip just enough for her to pull his head forward and move out of the way as he fell to the mat, hitting his hands and knees. She wasn’t quite strong enough to keep him down as he reached back for her arms and flipped her over. She landed hard, losing her breath, but brought her foot up to shove him in the shoulder, pushing him off balance. Finally, Rasha gained the upper hand long enough to put Fives into a chokehold. Both panting hard and sweating profusely, he tapped out; Rasha won before they decided to call it a tie.

That definitely wasn’t like any of those other fights…

Exhausted, she rolled off him onto her knees. When she found her balance, she turned to help Fives up. After looking back up, everyone was staring at Fives and Rasha. She started turning red from the attention again but would blame it on the amount of exercise she'd just had if anyone asked. Ari knew Rasha could fight against a lot of different opponents; the extra training helped prove that even more. She wasn’t prepared for what happened in that circle though and couldn’t place it, but she knew something did between them. She only gave her friend a blank stare while she attempted to figure it out. To them, it was just another match. Yes, one that lasted longer than they had expected, but still just more training. It wasn’t even the first time either were evenly matched like that. They didn’t see what the big deal was or why everyone was staring like that.

Rex broke the silence of the group with a slow clap, making a few jump, “I was coming down here to remind everyone that we’ll be arriving tomorrow. Glad you got some training in beforehand.”

“Tomorrow?” Ari and Rasha asked at the same time, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“Yes…? I thought you knew when we’d be there?”

“We did, sir, I just didn’t realize how long we’ve been in hyperspace already. I’ll get these boys up to the medbay to make sure nobody’s hurt too bad.” Ari managed to say between sips of water.

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The King's Curse, ch. 11

[reading time] 7 mins.

In the open fields of snow, there was nothing but me and my thoughts. And boy, did I have a lot of them. I couldn’t shake the taste of blood or the squealing animal from my mind. But then my thoughts wandered back to the Queen, and she forced her way into my brain as well. The reality of what she’d done to me set in, and my feelings mixed into this weird concoction of anger and lust. Is there a word for that? My body still wanted to fuck her, but my higher emotions wanted to beat the shit out of her.

No time for that, though. I needed to focus on Sylvie. Finding her was my top priority. I was going to give her a piece of my mind when I did, though.

I kicked a small stone in my path, and it faded into the snow a few paces away. “Figlio di puttana!”

Fury didn’t even begin to describe how I felt. This was worse than the time I had to face Ixion to get her back. I had no idea if the Queen would uphold her end of the bargain. Hell, knowing the fey, she’d somehow set me on some impossible task. If only Sylvie had taken me with her, dammit!

My shoulders slumped. No, I couldn’t be angry at her. She did what she thought was right, and she likely knew this was a one-way trip. It was her way of saving me. Now I was the impetuous one, the ungrateful one, and I’d likely turned one suicide into three. Poor Mal. Why did I drag him into this? Was I so terrified of doing this alone that I just had to put him in danger, too?

I buried my face in my gloves, and the acrid smell of leather filled my nostrils. “Okay, Rayna, get it together. We can’t save Sylvie if we’re an emotional wreck.”

Flinging the negative thoughts from my skull, I pressed on.

Only a few minutes passed before I reached the base of a cliff. It looked shorter when I was far away, but now, up close, it was several times my height. Just my luck—I hadn’t brought any climbing gear. Not that I owned any, but still.

While I pondered my options, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and stepped on something hidden in the snow.

“What’s this?”

A thin layer of snow covered the object, so I knelt down and brushed it aside. I put a hand over my mouth and gasped. Sylvie’s bag! I yanked it free of the soft powder. Several things were missing, possibly scattered. Why would she leave this behind?

My eyes scanned the cliff face. Did she drop it from up there, perhaps? That would explain why she didn’t bother to come back for it. Thankfully, there were no signs that she’d fallen herself. I winced and banished that morbid thought from my mind.

Slipping the satchel over my shoulder, I stared at the bleak, grey stone. There was no other choice. I had to go after her, but climbing the cliff would be tedious and slow. I flexed my right arm a little and sighed. Please cooperate, I told my own body. Relaxing seemed impossible given my emotional state, but I forced myself to imagine my body elongating, my face becoming a beak, my skin growing feathers. The magic welled up inside me, as familiar a comfort as any. Would it work? Could I become the raven again?

I winced and sucked air through my teeth. My right arm attempted to become a wing, but unbearable pain fractured my concentration. The scar seethed and protested, and I cried out in pure frustration. I couldn’t do it. Ever since that damn dark elf knifed me in midair, I couldn’t shapeshift. Was it some sort of curse? Would I ever be able to shift again?

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I took a moment to inspect the side of the cliff. The rock had several sharp edges that might serve as handholds. I’d just have to do this the hard way, so I tugged at the cuffs of my gloves to secure them and gripped the rocky surface.

First one hand, then the other. This wasn’t too bad. I groped for spots that I could grip and pulled myself up. I tried to support myself on a small ledge, but my boot slipped, and I felt around a couple more times before I found solid footing. This would go agonizingly slow.

But that wouldn’t stop me.

Reaching up again with my left hand, I grabbed another fistful of rock and dragged myself up more. My breath laboured. I really should’ve hit the gym more often… or at all.

“C’mon, Rayna,” I said through clenched teeth. “Just keep going. Don’t look down.”

“You sure do talk to yourself a lot.”

“Gesù Cristo!”

Startled out of my wits, I lost my grip and fell butt-first into the snow below me. I expected it to hurt, but I wasn’t actually far enough up the cliff to injure myself. Floating in mid-air above me was Lacuna. They were just standing there, on nothing at all, arms crossed across their chest.

“That’s a neat trick,” I mused. “Care to teach it to me? I would love to just fly up this cliff.”

They alighted on the ground and squatted next to me. “You looked like you were about to do so all on your own. Why not change into a little birdie?”

I wrapped my arms around my knees. “I can’t. Not anymore, anyway. Ever since I got this,” I said and pointed at my arm. “Uh, well, you can’t see it right now, but it’s a big, nasty scar.”

“Oh? Blaming an innocent scar, are you?”

I rolled my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

They shrugged.

I dusted the snow off and got to my feet. “Just stay out of my way. I can do this.”

Once again, I grabbed hold of the cliff and pulled myself up. Somehow, it felt even more difficult this time. My muscles were already unhappy. Lacuna’s piercing gaze unsettled me, too.

They drifted up next to me, careless as a leaf on the wind. “You know, if you keep bashing your head against a mountain, the mountain will win.”

I panted heavily. “What’s it… to… you?”

“Oh, nothing, dear. You just looked too stubborn to admit it.”

My hands slipped, and I slid back down the rock face to ground zero, banging my chin on the way down. Dammit. I flopped down in the snow and leaned my back against the cliff. This was hopeless. Lacuna drifted down as well and sat in a lotus position mid-air. What a show-off.

“You want so desperately to reach the top,” they said. “And yet you hold yourself back, love.”

“I’m not in the mood for riddles.”

We sat in silence for the time being. Why were they even here? Did they just want to mock me like everyone else? No, something else was going on… it was almost like they were… encouraging me? In an oblique sort of way. Maybe Lacuna was right. What if the scar was just an excuse? Was I afraid of shapeshifting again?

I hadn’t taken flight in almost a month. I missed it.

The sky was purple-red, and the daylight hours ran short. If I took too long climbing the mountain, it would grow dark and cold… well, colder. I couldn’t afford to waste time. I pushed myself upright again and regarded the cliff. Lacuna watched me silently.

Alright, fine. One more try. I took a deep breath, inhaling until my chest was full, and then I slowly let it out through my nose. I needed to find peace. The last few weeks were nothing but a roller coaster of emotions for me. Maybe that was what stopped me? Once more, I inhaled the crisp air, and I let the chill roll from my lungs out into my arms and into my fingertips.

Once more, the ideal of the raven entered my mind and slipped into my limbs. My arms stretched wide, and I bid them become wings and my body to sprout feathers. Yes, just a little bit more… I was so close.

But then I recoiled and held my right arm against my body, tears coming to the corners of my eyes.

“Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!” I shouted.

Lacuna tapped a finger on their cheek thoughtfully, their grey eyes unreadable. “Shapeshifting is such a rare gift, not one that I’ve seen outside of the fey courts. You seem to have talent. And yet, instead of moulding your body, you act as if you’re slipping on clothes.”

Frustration tightened my throat. “Do you… understand how this works? It’s only ever been an instinct for me.”

“I see. Without guidance or teacher, you just stumble awkwardly like an infant.”

My lips pursed, and my eyes burned at them. “What would you suggest, then, if I’m so bad at this?”

“Well, I won’t claim to be an expert, but I’ve heard a few things. Relax. Mould yourself as you would the earth. Start from the inside, not the outward appearance. Ignore everything else and let the shape emerge naturally.”

I almost retorted, but there was a certain logic in the dark elf’s statement that I couldn’t deny. Swallowing my pride, I took a moment to gather myself, puffing out a few frosty breaths. Slowly, carefully, I imagined my body as clay, and I reshaped it with my mind’s eye. At first I was a formless ball of flesh, but from it I sculpted a beak, feathers, beady black eyes, spindly feet… one by one, the features surfaced. All of it encompassed me, and I lost myself in the raven.

My arm screamed, the scar burned like fire. It didn’t want to become a wing, but I told it that it had to. It must, for Sylvie’s sake. We had to fly up the mountain together, even if it killed us. Starting with the inside as Lacuna instructed, I shoved my arm into wing-shape like one might fuss with a twisted sleeve. Feathers emerged from straining skin and bone.

“Caw!”

I opened my eyes and saw the world through a bird’s vision. It worked! My right wing still seared with pain, and briefly I glanced at it. No feathers grew where the scar zigzagged across my wing. Hopefully, there were still enough feathers left that it could lift me. I stretched out both wings and flapped hard, vaulting myself into the sky.

I could fly again!

Still, it was a long way up the cliff, and with each beat of my wings, the scarred one protested more and more. The top was in sight, but my vision blurred with the pain. Every time the wing stretched outward, it felt like the deformed flesh might rip from the strain.

Just a few more metres…

My flight faltered for only a second when my right wing refused to fully extend. It was enough, though, and immediately I spun and fell into a nosedive, hurtling head first back toward the ground.

No! I was so close! I couldn’t fail now!

I forced my wings out wide next to me, so much so that it felt like I ripped the scar open anew. There was no spare time to check, though. I just focused on spreading my wings, trying to catch the air. It worked, and I climbed again.

With one last exclamation of corvid joy, I soared over the clifftop and back down toward the ground. The pain was too much, though, and I reverted into an awkwardly flailing human before making it to solid ground. Gracelessly, I face-planted into the snow, my cries of dismay stifled by a mouthful of ice. Who cared, though? I’d just flown again!

I rolled over on my back and laughed up at the sky. Snow stuck to my eyebrows and stung my cheeks. Something touched my hand, and I looked over to see Lacuna lying down in the snow next to me. How did they get here so fast? I didn’t even see them move.

“So you can change into a bird? Fascinating.”

I giggled to myself again. I didn’t give a damn what they thought. I was just happy to feel the wind under my wings once more.

[generic-whumperz]

Hi Tom, 

To explain my delayed reply, I took myself on a three-day bender and am just now coming down. Lost my phone a couple of hours in on the first day, but I half suspect that little fuckwad swiped my phone when I wasn’t looking to play Candy Crush or some shit like that. Anyway, I’m back now; thanks for the advice. It’s not like these fuckers come with a user manual, although I damn near think you got this Master shit down to a science with the way you got your boy whipped into shape. 

To answer your question, the little fuckwad tried to bash my head in with a rock before his escape attempt. Once I got his sorry ass back, I busted his jaw with it hard enough to knock out some teeth. How’s that for “even” enough for ya? Don’t you worry; one thing about me is that I always follow through on a threat. I would've even done more, gone further, but unfortunately, I have to keep his head intact and only slightly jumbled so my brother can use his freak-ass brain to weed out shady fucks in dry-cleaned suits. But I got to him in other ways; really made him squeal, if ya catch my drift. There’s some things isn’t so tolerant of, and just my luck, one of which just so happened to be a favorite pastime. 

I suppose that’s a difference between you and me. Where’s the fun in total submission 24/7? I like the chase, the confused fear, the defiant-candied anger in his eyes, and how he fights back and thinks he has a chance of winning. Nothing like watching him crumble and hearing him scream once he realizes the struggle was all for nothing and he can’t escape me. Gets my blood hot and pumping where I want it to go. My boy can hold his own and is much more resilient than he looks, I’ll admit. He only looks like a delicate little thing. I suppose the feistiness is a trade-off; without the fire, there’s no fight, and the fight is just the warm-up for the main event.  

I oughta give that keyword thing a try since “shut the fuck up and beat it” has apparently lost all meaning with this one. There’s some joke in there about a Mystic empath not being able to read the fucking room. Thing is, I know he’s smart, smart enough to play dumb and try to work me almost as much as I’m working him. But I got his ass chained up in the basement now, and he knows he’s fucked. He’s scared as shit. Starving him and having him beg for food and water while grinding him to a pulp sure has weakened his resolve; we are just on the cusp of a true breakthrough; I can feel it. Luckily he has many fears I can pray on, but for this training, I think it’s time for the cattle prod to shine. I got a dog theme going on, since he likes to bite and growl and act like a wild fucking animal. Made sure he can’t walk anymore, too, so he’s even on all fours 24/7; he sure is living up to that Scrappy Doo nickname I gave him, right? Think a clicker or whistle will work in place of a keyword command?

He wasn’t originally purchased on the grounds of him being a fucktoy, hence why he’s so shit at taking dick and not crying about it. Some fucking hand-me-down I got. Smart move on your end, getting Khaled so young and molding him to how you want from day one. You don’t have to break him from years of bad habits. I’m envious. Mine? There’s too much pride, too much dignity. How many slaves you know have walk-in closets full of designer couture and a whole separate lower wing of the house all to themselves? Expensive pet, spoiled fucking rotten, thinks he’s hot shit and above it all; forgets he’s a fucking slave and nothing more than a cock warmer to me. I’ve thought about putting him in training, but honestly, I can’t stand the thought of someone else using him. Guess I’m possessive over what’s mine, even if I didn’t want it in the first place. 

There isn’t much worse than me out there, even though he knows I could be worse still, but I think he forgets that. I show him small mercies, ones he’s too blind to see and therefore can’t appreciate. I could have chopped his whole foot off instead of only cutting his Achilles tendon. I could have sewn his eyes shut instead of just breaking his glasses, thrown him ass-naked in a walk-in freezer instead of just the basement, cut his tongue out instead of fastening a gag in his mouth (but I can’t sacrifice the wonders that tongue does, can I?), could have gotten his stomach removed instead of just starving him-I think you get the point. But maybe I need to cut the cord as they say, learn to control my jealousy and show him something worse than me, like how you scared Khaled with your underboss and capos. If he could still walk, I’d send him to my brother for grave duty to remind him that he could be one of the next John Does. 

But Tom, man-to-man, how do you control your possessive nature and leash the jealousy of another man soiling your perfect creation you built brick by brick? Khaled is a work of art, a fucking exhibit.

Wyatt here, this one’s for Tom. Everyone else kick rocks, this is some Master-to-Master talk only!

*waits till everyone leaves*

I noticed how well trained your boy is, what’s your secret? Mines an annoying little fuckwad and I can’t stand him!

I’ve given my boy some proper ass whoopings and punished him in more ways than one don’t get me wrong, but right when I think I’ve cured him of his bitchyness, he starts throwing me more attitude or giving me the stink eye! He has quite a vicious mouth on him too, and not in the good way.😒

I won’t lie, I like it sometimes—he’s spunky and that can be fun, but mostly I just want him to shut up and step into line without a fuss. He doesn’t respond to positive reinforcing, not like he deserves it, and he doesn’t give affection. Won’t freely submit either, gotta bleed or beat him half to death or threaten him to get him to comply! He’s spiteful and holds a grudge, even tried killing me and running off; a shit slave if I’m honest with you. Mom gave him too much wiggle room and he thinks he deserves to be treated better—a fucktoy wants to be a real boy! What a joke!

An associate of mine advised to put him in a weekly schedule so he knows what I expect out of him for…you know. Have you done this, is it effective at all? Or did I just get a bad egg and you got lucky?

T: Well, first off, thank you for giving me the goddamn recognition that I’m owed! 😏 Yes, Khaled did turn out pretty well under my hand, and hopefully I can give you some advice that will help you get yours under control.

First of all, slaves are simple creatures that best respond to pain. You seem to be off to a good start, but I’m going to remind you to make the punishment proportional to the crime. The little shit tried to kill you? Cool, then punish him with the weapon he tried to kill you with! Always follow through on threats, something I’m sure you are already doing, but needs to be said anyway.

What I think your real problem is, is that you enjoy the defiant streak in your slave. I for one didn’t tolerate any feistiness under my roof, but you do you, I guess. If you want to preserve that defiant streak for the odd occasion but overall want a meek and submissive slave, then that may take a bit more effort on your part.

Perhaps you could instigate a key word or phrase that means ‘shut up and step into line’ when you’re completely serious about compliance. Then if your little fuck hole ignores you after that word, follow up with a punishment that best suits him (ideally something that preys on his deepest fears). Consistently use that word when you want compliance, consistently punish if/when he doesn’t listen, and eventually, I’m sure your little fuck hole will understand and yield to you with one little key word.

I’ve heard this is the best way to ensure obedience and submission, but I’ve never really had that problem with Khaled. One or two traumatizing beatings were more than enough to get him to fall into line! This might be because I got him first-hand, straight from the auction floor, when he was still young. He barely had time to figure out who he was himself, so I got to shape him into the perfect slut for me 😉 However, I sometimes think he takes me for granted, so I’ve passed him off to my underboss and my capos sometimes, if only to remind him that he could have it so much worse than me. He remembers pretty quickly, and has literally come crawling back to me on more than one instance.

[t-horn-n]

— heads and tails

PAIRING: finnick odair x reader (female) 

GENRE: mild-angst 

WARNINGS: mentions of death 

SUMMARY: part ii of coin toss

When your pupils first started to accept light again, they were met with large owlish eyes blinking back at you, followed by the rest of a harsh cut face.  Your sluggish brain eventually recognised the collection of features as the District 7 female tribute: Johanna Mason.  

“I remember you,” she said.  “Vaguely.  District 10, right?”

You groggily made an affirmative hum while you forced your legs to help you shift into a position at least resembled sitting up.  At the moment, you were too far on the verge of delirious to be surprised that another of the well-known tributes cared enough to know your name.  

“Pleasure.” 

You nodded and attempted to brush the sand from around your eyes although it did more in the opposite respect.  

“I’ll get Finnick to catch you something before we all go argue over whatever plan those dunces from 3 have got brewing in those heads of theirs.” 

A woman of her word, Finnick sure enough approached you minutes later to hand you half of a skinned fish, still impaled on one of the prongs of his trident.  You took it, thanked him, and he sat down next to you.  He smelled of seawater and something distinctly fresh, something that didn’t belong in the arena.  You weren’t quite sure how that was possible, given the circumstances, but he was Finnick Odair after all.  

“How’s your shoulder?”  He asked.  

“It’s fine.  Nothing that a good dose of adrenaline won’t cure.”  You remembered the sharp and direct pain of where the claws of those mutts had punctured your skin acutely.  Now it was reduced to a dull throb, beating in time to your heart.  In fact, it hurt suspiciously less for how recent it was.  

“That’s good to hear.  My district sent some cream or something down in a parachute, but it landed in the water.  Glad Johanna didn’t swallow a gallon of salt water for nothing,” a small smile teased the corners of his mouth.  

“Perks of being you, I guess.” 

“I guess,” he echoed.  

“I meant to ask you, how is it that you know my name?  I mean, I know they announce it at the Reaping, but everyone is too busy sizing up their opponents to remember anyone’s name.” 

He paused, looking up at the strange projected sky.  “I watched your games.” 

You almost laughed.  “You didn’t have a choice.  And they weren’t particularly special, just another year where another kid comes out with blood on their hands.” 

He let out an exasperated noise that fell somewhere between a sigh and a laugh.  “It’s almost disgustingly cliché.  You’re right, I was forced to watch the Games, Snow even summoned me to the Capitol that year.  And you were remarkable in your Games, even before you won I just couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to you, to me it was inexplicable.”  

Finnick shook his head, ran a hand through sandy hair.  “Gosh, this is embarrassing.  I was there when you got off the train after your games too.  I don’t think you remember it, but you looked at me and there was just this emotion on your face and it was like a punch to the gut.  I can’t even describe it.  But you have just been here,” he tapped his forehead, “just round-a-bouting ever since even though we’ve talked, what, five times?” 

His eyes shifted over to your profile for a moment, then back to his feet.  

“Oh,” you said. 

Silence stretched the distance between your words.  It grew heavy.  

“Oh?  Is that all you have to say?” 

He looked mildly pained, like his foot had fallen asleep and now pins and needles were trilling up his leg, or like his leg had seized with a cramp.  You laughed, following his gaze up to the false sky.  He looked indignant.  

“I’m sorry,” you said, a grin dancing onto your face.  “It’s just that the Capitol has made me feel so small.  These Games have made me feel minuscule, no one remembered my name after I came out as a Victor.  I was forgotten among a very short history.  And yet you, this golden boy, have recognised the existence of this nobody.  Don’t you find it at least a little bit funny?”

“Not at all because as cheesy as it is, it led me to this moment.”  

— part i

— m. list

[xoxo-teddybear]

The Bakugou Kids - Bakugou Katsuki

(Dad)Bakugou x (Mom)f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing

Summary: Bakugou and Y/N love their son with their entire beings, but sometimes, parents need a break. Especially when those parents are responsible for creating a literal demon spawn. He is kind, well behaved, and cute of course! But he does have Bakugou blood in him. With Y/N already away on a girls trip, Bakugou has to find out how he’s going to deal with his (now) many, many kids.

A/N: You passed down your duplication quirk down to Katsuo.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked your husband as you stood at the doorway. “Katsumi may be a calm baby but she’s still a baby. And Katsuo’s quirk just kicked in and it is mine. I would know how difficult it can be to manage.”

“Stop worrying, Babe. It’s just a duplication quirk. And he’s only 5, how powerful can it really be?”Katsuki said, wrapping his arms around you. “Just go on your little girl’s trip with Ponytail and Racoon Eyes. I can handle the brat.”

You looked at your husband with a raised brow and smile before rolling your eyes and giving him a kiss. “Alright then. I’ll see you in a few days!”

With that, you walked out of the house and into the cab to meet your friends at the resort. Katsuki chuckled before walking back into the house to find his son napping on the couch. His spiky, blonde locks were all messed up with bed head while his E/C eyes he inherited from you remained shut. Katsuki walked over to his newborn daughter and picked her up while he took a seat next to Katsuo’s sleeping form, rubbing at his soft hair until he woke up.

“Can’t be all that bad, right Katsumi?”

The baby girl merely cooed with sparkling ruby eyes that mimicked her father’s.

—

Wow. Wrong. He was so wrong! It had only been 2 days since your departure but things had already gone so wrong! When you said your quirk was difficult to manage, Katsuki thought it would be difficult for Katsuo to manage. Not him!

Katsuki should’ve known his son would’ve taken the opportunity to act out while his mother was away. He had always been your little angel while Katsuki saw him as his little gremlin. With Y/N gone, Katsuo has been pushing all kinds of limits. Limits that had Katsuki beat.

Katsuo had been fortunate enough to inherit a quirk. And not just any quirk, but your quirk. Duplication. Basically, he can create copies of himself. When you were his age, you could only create 4, max. Katsuo was different though. He had Bakugou blood flowing through him. He was advanced the second he was born. So now, Katsuki was stuck looking after Katsumi, Katsuo, and Katsuo’s 16 other copies.

“Aye! Number 15, you’re gonna break that lamp! 11 and 8! Don’t wrestle in the mud! Go take a bath! NUMBER 3 GET OFF THE KITCHEN ISLAND! KATSUMI!” The adult blond screamed, looking for his infant daughter, eventually finding her sleeping in her little rocker on the living room floor. “Oh right, you don’t talk yet.”

Katsuki sighed as he slumped down next to his daughter, and leaned his back against the couch. He looked around the room and saw the 17 Katsuo’s making a ruckus around the house. All he could do was question how the hell is 3 month old daughter could possibly sleep through all this.

Katsuki almost lost all hope for humanity until a knock was heard on his front door. Knowing exactly who was there, he quickly got up from his place on the floor and ran to the entrance. “You idiots are finally here!”

Katsuki pulled in his 3 friends, the boys of the Bakusquad, and slammed the door shut. The 3 friends all stood in shock at the sight of the house. Not that it was overly messy or anything. It’s just that there were about 16 more figures in the house that aren’t usually there.

“You gotta help me!” Katsuki said, running infront of them, shaking his best friend’s shoulders. “I love my kids! I do! I love Katsuo, I swear! BUT I DIDNT SIGN UP TO BE A FATHER OF 18 FREAKING DEVILS!”

“Okay! Okay, relax man. We’re here.” Kirishima said, patting his friend’s shoulder as he wept. “How the hell are we gonna take care of 17 little Bakugous?”

“Right? We thought 1 Kacchan was a lot. Then you brought another one into the world, who apparently brought some unannounced friends.” Kaminari joked.

“They’re demons!” Katsuki exclaimed. “This has to be some fucking Karma for the shit I did. I knew I should’ve listened to my old hag better. Now shits came back to bite me in the- HEY! PUT YOUR SISTER DOWN! SHE’S NOT A FOOTBALL!”

Katsuos number 7 and 5 placed a sleeping Katsumi back in her rocker with an annoyed pout before running off to play something else.

“Welllll, there’s nothing that 3 cool uncles can’t fix!” Sero enthusiastically said. “Hey kiddos! Who’s ready to have some fun?”

All the mini blondes stopped their movements, some freezing mid-air, and looked to the slim man. They all shouted in joy at the sight of their uncles and ran to pounce on the 3 men, including their father. From the point of view of the boys in the Bakusquad, it looked like a Bakugou stampede.

“Run, run, RUN, RUN, RUUUNN!!!!” Kaminari screamed as the boys all ran for their lives to escape the herd of Katsuos. This was going to be an interesting day.

—

Safe to say after the day had passed, the boys of the Bakusquad were completely exhausted. Sero had half his clothes torn, Kirishima’s hair fell from it’s great spikes and even lost some red hues, Katsuki’s eye bags had never been heavier, and Kaminari was just straight knocked the fuck out. They were all thrown across the couch as Katsumi rested in Katsuki’s arms.

“What do we do?” Kirishima exclaimed.

“I don’t know.” Katsuki said, looking at his scrambling son(s). “There’s just too many.”

“And we’ve already lost a soldier.” Sero said pointing to Kaminari’s sleeping form. Katsuki and Kirishima followed his gaze and bowed their heads in respect towards the defeated Kaminari.

“Well now what? Is Bakugou just supposed to live like this for the next 3 days?” Kirishima asked.

“Hell no. If I do, there’s not gonna be anymore Katsuki. I’ll just be some body without a soul because my damn gremlins sucked it outta’ me.” Katsuki said with his head dropped down.

“Well how do we get them to calm down?” Sero questioned.

“I don’t know. They’re all mini me’s. Nobody could get me to relax.” Katsuki said in defeat, but that’s when Kirishima had a lightbulb go off for him.

“Except for Y/N!” The red head said, popping up from his seat on the couch.

“Uh, if you haven’t noticed Shitty Hair, this all started because she’s away on her trip.” Katsuki said with sarcasm as he looked at his friend as if he was an idiot.

“I know that! But Y/N wasn’t the only one to tame you, Bakugou!” Kirishima said in excitement.

“So then who else?” Katsuki asked.

“You know,” Kirishima smirked. “Denki’s favorite person. Y/N and.........”

It took Katsuki a second before his eyes popped when he finally got it. “No!”

“Yes!” Kirishima said.

“No way! We’re not going to her!” Katsuki complained.

“Who?” Sero asked.

“Nobody!” Katsuki screamed.

“Oh it’s somebody alright! Somebody who was able to tame the beast in Bakugou the second he was born!” Kirishima said.

“Who?” Sero asked. Katsuki finally sighed before he gave in, realizing this was his only hope for sanity. He grabbed his phone and made a quick call before explaining to his dark-haired friend.

“The demon of all demons...”

—

The door opened to reveal a tall standing brunette and an elder feminine blonde.

“...My mother.”

—

The boys of the Bakusquad all sat lined up on the couch as Mitsuki stood at Katsuki’s end and smacked her son’s head.

“You idiots! Y/N leaves for 2 days and all hell breaks lose?!” Mitsuki screamed at the 3 young men.

“You old hag! Quit hitting me! Ima’ grown man for crying out loud!” Katsuki screamed as he rubbed his head. Masaru simply bounced the sleeping Katsumi in his arms as he watched the scene play out.

“Well if you’re such a grown man then why can’t you manage your own kids without your wife’s help?!” Mitsuki argued, leaving Katsuki silent as he grumbled. The eldest blonde sighed before continuing. “Alright listen, I’ll watch these little devils for the next few days until Y/N comes back. I’d love to spend some time with my grandbrats. Why don’t the 3 of you go take a break and-“

“THANKS! Let’s go losers!” Katsuki said dragging his friends to the exit. Mitsuki and Masaru only laughed at their son’s behavior as they began tending to the kids.

The boys of the Bakusquad all quickly walked out of the house and headed for their cars as they all walked together.

“So, where to?” Sero asked.

“We could go head up that new resort in Tokyo!” Kaminari suggested.

“Naahhh. That’s where Y/N’s having her girl’s trip. Wifey would kill me if she saw me there instead of at home with the kids.” Katsuki said with his hands in his pockets. Kirishima raised his brow at this.

“Oh? So then, maybe we should go back and-“

“You know, on second thought,” Katsuki said with wide eyes once Kirishima made the suggestion. He took his hands out of his pockets and placed them behind his friend’s backs to keep them moving. “Maybe she won’t kill me..if I’m lucky..and wish..upon a shooting star....a million times over. Hah.....yeah. TO THE RESORT!”

As they walked, Kaminari attempted to look at the house once more, prompting Katsuki to turn his friend’s head back around. “No, no, no, don’t look back, they can smell fear.”

[simplyotometrash]

Could I request hcs of the brothers reacting to MC asking them to lay on top of them. It’s just sometimes really comforting to have the weight of someone else on me.

I love your writing and I hope life is getting better for you! 💕

MC Asking The Brothers to Lay on Top of Them

Lucifer:

“What?”

You sprung the question on him while he was working on paperwork late at night.

“I just...well...”

“MC, please say what you wish to say. It’s late.” He rubbed his temples but there wasn’t even a hint of frustration or irritation in his voice. He sounded tired but nothing but kindness was direct at you.

“You’ve been working a lot more lately and I’ve been having trouble sleeping and, well, it’s really comforting to feel someone else’s weight.”

The blush on your face made him smile. 

How could he say no to such a face? 

He couldn’t

He turned out his light, now the room dimly illuminated by what light flitted in through the window.

“Well, my dear, your wish is my command. If you’ve been struggling to sleep, you should have said so sooner.”

He was careful when laying on top of you but found a comfortable way to lay soon enough.

It was odd, as usually, you would end up fast asleep on top of him. But he couldn’t deny it also felt nice.

“I suppose I could do this for you more often. All you need to do is is ask me.”

Mammon:

It was the middle of the night. The only reason you even bothered to ask him was because Mammon wasn’t snoring up a storm.

So you knew he wasn’t sleeping.

“W-what? Lay on top of ya? Is this some new kink ya found?”

Of course, you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

You could feel how hot his face was. You loved how easily embarrassed your tsundere was.

“No, silly! Sometimes it’s just nice to have weight on top of me in bed. It helps me feel better and safer.”

Immediately rolls the two of you over to lay on you. You can feel his skin get even hotter against yours.

“D-don’t go makin’ a habit outta this, ya hear? I love ya and all but the Great Mammon ain’t yer weighted blanket!”

Says not to make a habit of it.

He’s the one to make the habit.

Him laying on top of you becomes the norm when you guys get ready for bed. 

There’s something about it that makes him feel...small. But not in a bad way.

It’s like when he is the little spoon.

He feels protected and loved. Nothing can touch him.

But also nothing can get to you without going through him first.

And that makes him feel like he’s protecting his human, even while they sleep.

Levi:

Leviathan.exe has stopped working

System reboot needed

His face is so hot and red you could fry an egg!

“M-MC! Are you sure? I’m a gross otaku, I might not be very comfy to sleep under! A-and I have a weighted blanket, we can use that instead-”

“No, Levi, I want you to lay on me. If you’re okay with that. I liked weighted blankets but it is different when it’s another person.”

It takes some calming down before he goes for it.

And boy oh boy does he like it.

It’s not the most comfortable in his bathtub, though. He knows it’s gotta hurt your back.

So he plushes out his bathtub for sleeping to make it less hard and ensure your back will never hurt!

Besides, laying like that makes it way easier to actually lay together in his tub anyway. It’s such a narrow space.

Sometimes he asks if you can sleep on him instead and instantly understands the comfort it brings you.

Even when it becomes standard practice and asking isn’t needed, Levi’s face is always going to be bright red until he gets settled in for the night.

It also helps force him into a sleep schedule because he loves it so much.

Yeah, he’s okay with this. More than okay.

Satan:

Very little reaction from Satan.

He read about this kind of thing before. He was kinda wanting to ask you to lay on him but you beat him to the punch. 

Mostly because he wanted to test it out.

“Of course I will. If it helps you, I’ll never say no to it.”

The biggest downside of being the one laying on top?

He can’t read to you very easily.

Satan loves reading to you at night, it helps the both of you wind down.

That’s okay, though. He memorizes plenty of stories to tell for the nights that he lays on top of you.

And he has books ready for the nights where the two of you switch.

He has no qualms with this. It actually feels really nice.

He can understand the comfort it brings.

Satan has never felt so warm and calm in his entire life. 

But there will always be nights where he’s likely not going to be there when you go to sleep. So he invents in a heated and weighted blanket. He makes sure that he sleeps with it on him enough to the point it smells of him.

If it can help, even just a little bit, he’s happy.

The sweet boy just wants to do his best for you. He hates when he isn’t there for bed but sometimes it just cannot be helped.

Asmo

No explanation needed with him.

“Of course I will! I’ve been wondering what it’s like to lay on top of you anyway! You’re always laying on me when we sleep or cuddle!”

This man just adores it.

And he’s the smallest of the brothers so he definitely won’t be crushing you under his weight.

He likes it! It feels like he’s being pampered!

It gives you a great chance to play with his hair and he gets to just bury his face against the side of your neck or against your chest.

He actually likes it more when he’s on top of you. Especially when he’s had a bad day.

It makes you feel better and it helps him feel comforted after a long, awful day.

He feels like it’s his sanctuary almost. 

Nothing can touch him but you.

This is completely innocent. He might make suggestive comments but this little habit you two have won’t be tainted.

Unless you’re the one to start it. 

seriously this is just being said because i’m sick of everyone writing asmo as horny 24/7 and nothing else :))))

Beel:

“No.”

“But-”

“No.”

You gotta understand, this is gonna take A LOT of time and working up to get him to even attempt this.

Even then, he will never lay fully on top of you.

The most you’ll get is gonna be him resting between your legs with his head on your chest.

Beel won’t budge on this either.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m a big guy, I weigh a lot.”

All of that muscle comes with him being pretty heavy. Also, he’s somewhere over six feet fucking tall, he’s a very physically dense boi.

He will do what he can to help you but nothing will convince him to ever put more weight than necessary on you.

And even then, he doesn’t sleep too well if this goes on overnight because he’s just so worried about accidentally crushing you in his sleep.

I mean, it took a long time to get him to share a bed with you! And he’s still afraid he might roll over and crush you in his sleep!

Just take what you can get. He’s trying his best, he’s just scared.

He’s beefy and sweet and personally would rather you be laying on him where he feels a little more secure in your safety.

When he’s having a day where he just can’t do it, he gives you his jacket.

It’s heavy and warm and smells just like him. It should help, right? 

Asmo said it would be a good alternative so he tries it.

Plus he gets to see you drowning in the fabric of his jacket because no matter how tall you are, his jacket will make you feel small.

The damn thing is baggy even on him!

Belphie:

Pffft

You never even needed to ask him.

You think you got a choice in this one?

Belphie will lay on top of you just because it means you can’t go anywhere unless you can get him to move.

Which means keeping his warm cuddle partner in bed all day.

So words aren’t needed here.

But you do explain it to him one day while you’re just snuggled in bed together. 

“Huh. Makes sense to me.”

He’s so nonchalant about it. But he understands that someone else’s weight can be comforting.

Why do you think he sometimes pulls you on top of him to lay? 

He takes comfort in it. Your warmth and heartbeat and weight remind him that you’re real. You’re alive. And you won’t be leaving him.

Of course, you’ll still be trapped by the Avatar of Sloth so you better eat and take a bathroom break BEFORE you head to the attic or to his room. 

You won’t be moving until he wakes up.

Sometimes you swear he’s not even asleep based on the cheeky smile etched across his face.

You’ll take it, though. It brings both of you comfort

[redrobin-detective]

The late Daniel Fenton

It was shaping up to be a beautiful if chilly December day and Casper High, as always, was bustling. It was 7:49 and class was about to start. The teacher watched the last few kids stumbling in at various levels of wakefulness. He already knew who would be the ones to rush in after the bell but that was alright. Life was too short to stress about being a few minutes late to class, especially in Amity Park of all places.

He looked up to see Madison, one of his shyer students walk in before making a beeline for his desk. She was biting her lip and nervously rubbing her hand down her skirt. “Hey,” she began quietly.

“Good morning. What’s up, Mads?” He asked casually. She looked upset, he could probably put on a video for the class if she needed to talk. They really needed a permanent counselor but the constant ghost attacks ran off most of them so he’d taken up the unofficial mantle. It felt good to help his students like that, make up for past wrongs.

“Are we um, expecting any new students?” She asked, her eyes darting over to the door she’d just come through. “Any transfers, exchange students or anything like that?”

“No,” the teacher frowned. “Amity isn’t the kind of place people transfer into. Why?”

“There’s a kid in the hallway,” she mumbled. “I don’t recognize him, he’s got a backpack and everything but he’s... I don’t know he doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh you’re talking about that weird dark haired kid,” Kyle said as he entered and sat down with a slouch. But even the class slacker looked unusually tense. “Dude’s creepy, can’t put my finger on why but he definitely doesn’t belong.”

“Oh,” was all the teacher had to say. Suddenly he realized how cold the classroom had become, the uncomfortable feeling that was pressing ever so slightly down on them. “I suppose it makes sense, the ghosts have been quiet lately with the Truce and all. He probably got bored.”

“Sir?” Madison said.

“Shannon,” he said instead, looking over at the frizzy haired girl hunched over her sketchbook furiously at work. “Would you do me a favor and move to the vacant seat in the second row? Just for today.”

“What? Why?” the girl whined even as she gathered up her various arts supplies and got ready to move.

“That’s Mr. Fenton’s seat,” he said taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes in preparation for what he was about to see. Danny would come here, of course he would. This was Lancer’s old classroom and Danny had him for first period English Lit. He and Dash both did.

“Mr. Baxter? What’s going on, is it a ghost?” Malik asked from the back row while Shannon shuffled to her new temporary seat.

“Yes but you don’t need to be scared,” he said softly, evenly. “He won’t hurt you.” The bell rang but Dash didn’t start the lesson. Instead, he waited. Danny had never been on time to class the entire time Dash had known him, of course death wouldn’t change that.

“Sorry, I’m late Mr. Lancer,” Dash gripped his desk so he didn’t jump when Danny Fenton simply appeared in front of his desk instead of walking through the door like any other student. “My folks couldn’t drive me, they’re still working on their stupid ghost portal.” A quick glance over at this class showed varying levels of fear, shock and curiosity but they were Amity kids through and through. The cold, powerful energy radiating off Fenton told them it was best to play along with whatever the ghost wanted.

“Perfectly alright Mr. Fenton,” Dash said softly, searching the 14 year old’s perpetually young face. He hadn’t changed a bit since Dash last saw him their second week of freshman year. It seemed unreal seeing how the years had taken their toll on Casper’s favorite son, Dash Baxter. God had they really been that young once? “Take a seat and we’ll get started.”

Danny shrugged and walked over to the seat Shannon had just vacated. He sat just the same, one leg stretched out and the other propped up against the leg of the desk. As soon as he took off the backpack and put it around the chair, it disappeared. He didn’t say anything else, just sat as stared at Dash with piercing blue eyes like he could see right through him.

“We had been talking about the lead up to the Civil War but let’s table that for today,” Dash said, proud his voice only wavered a little. He knew other people had seen Fenton around town. Lina saw him standing outside the Nasty Burger maybe five or so years ago. Dale, who used to live near Fenton Works swore he sometimes saw someone moving through the windows of the long abandoned house. He’d always secretly dreaded the thought of seeing Danny Fenton again, afraid he’d finally get was coming to him.

“Instead, we’re going to talk about local history,” he continued, not daring to take his eyes off the undead teen. Every other living student was tense, afraid. He wished he could assure them that the ghost wouldn’t lay a hand on them. In the event Fenton decided to ditch the hero schtick, it would be Dash and Dash alone he’d come after. “Amity Park has long had rumors of being haunted dating all the way back to the 1600s. It wasn’t until the last century that scientists determined that Amity Park is located on top of a thin spot between our world and the ghost realm. Natural portals form here all the time allowing spirits to pass through.”

No one spoke and barely anyone breathed except for Danny would wasn’t breathing at all. He just sat and stared at Dash with steady, unblinking eyes.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton were the scientists who discovered the weak point in reality in Amity. They devoted their entire life to the study of ghosts and made remarkable advancements in our knowledge of ectobiology and culture, the first being,” he paused as Danny cocked his head in confusion, squinting his eyes suspiciously at Dash. “The first being their manmade portal to the ghost zone. The portal remained active for almost two decades for research purposes but was shut down following their deaths.”

“You’re not Mr. Lancer,” Danny said suddenly, his eyes shifting from baby blue to an ectoplasmic green. Marty, who was sitting to the left of Danny, swallowed a squeak of fear and squeezed his eyes shut.

“No,” Dash sighed, “Lancer died almost thirty years ago now. Best teacher I ever had, he gave me his blessing when he passed on the job to me.”

“I,” the ghost ran his hand through his hair which was starting to lose its color. Seeing Fenton looking so scared and confused made him ache. It reminded him of old times. Dash had spent most of his life making sure he helped hurt kids if only to make up for the one he’d never been able to make it up to. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay, Danny,” he soothed. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“The portal, it wasn’t working at first,” Danny justified, his aura glowing a little more. “Sam and Tuck, they were curious. They wanted to look but I told them it wasn’t allowed, Sam, Sam she dared me to go in. I put on the hazmat suit and went inside and found the on button inside. I accidentally hit it and-” he paused midsentence and looked down at his hands. They weren’t pale flesh anymore but covered in white gloves. The black was completely bleached from his hair. A few of the students gasped as they saw the strange would be student melt into Phantom, the ghostly hero who’d been protecting their town since their parents were young. “I died.”

So much time had gone by. People were born and people were buried and the truth became distorted until it was just a legend passed jokingly around cafeteria lunch tables. Amity’s youth had forgotten their town’s history until it was sitting in a desk, trying once more to be one of them.

“You did,” Dash said sadly. He remembered hearing the news of Fenton's death. An assembly had been called the morning after the accident. Lancer had cried at the podium, Manson and Foley hadn’t returned to school for a week and had never been the same again. Dash hadn’t known what to think at the time, only that the kid he’d beat up for the crime of being different would never show up to school again. Or so he’d thought. “It was a tragedy, you were mourned by a lot of people.”

“I know you, don’t I?” Danny said quietly before he sat up straighter. “Dash?”

“In the flesh,” Dash grinned shakily.

“But you’re so old,” Danny said, once more distressed. “Your hair is grey and there’s wrinkles on your face and-and you’re a teacher now?” The last line was said with incredulity, his eyes flaring again. “You used to push me down the stone steps of the school and shove me into my locker and call me names.”

“Yeah, I did,” he sighed, feeling every one of his years. He was pushing 70 but he didn’t think he’d ever stop feeling like a stupid 14 year old who took out his frustrations on the ones who didn’t deserve it. “But you were the last; I never touched another kid again. I’m married now, four kids. I’m vice principal now, teach History and coach the school’s football team. It’s,” his voice caught again, still unable to process how young and stupid Fenton looked sitting there like no time had passed at all. It made Dash feel like all his accomplishments and attempts to be better would never amount to anything so long as his last victim roamed the earth unable to find peace. “It doesn’t fix what I did back then but I make damn sure that there won’t be any bullying at Casper so long as I’m here.”

“Huh,” Danny said, slouching once more in his seat but it looked less like his earlier teenage laziness and more weary. He and Dash were the same age after all, just because only one of them got old doesn’t mean time didn’t still affect them. “You did change, a lot of things did.” Danny looked down at the desk, “how long has it been?”

“Almost 50 years,” Dash sighed. “My wife wants me to retire but I guess I always find more things to do.” He paused then decided it was now or never. “I’m sorry Danny, for hurting you back then. I wish I'd gotten to know you better.”

For just a moment, Danny was perfectly clear. Even half floating out of his chair and looking like the local celebrity, his eyes were so painfully human. A boy killed before he ever got a chance to get started. Who’s will to protect was so strong it lasted half a century. It haunted him late at night to think of the glory and power of Phantom overshadowing just how incredible Danny Fenton had been. Not that anyone had seen it at the time. Soon there wouldn’t be anyone left to remember that quiet, kind teenager and then Danny Fenton really would be dead. Kill him just as thoroughly as that portal had.

The moment was broken by a breath of cold leaking out of the ghost’s lips and, just like that, his highschool classmate was gone and Phantom was left in his stead. He looked curiously around the classroom as if he didn’t know how he’d gotten there.

“There’s a ghost, stay here and don’t leave unless the fighting gets too close. I’ll get it though, don’t worry. No kids are dying today.” Maybe it was Dash’s imagination but he thought he saw Phantom’s eyes linger on him for an extra moment, trying to place where he knew the teacher from. Dash just smiled.

“Our lives are in your hands. Good luck, Phantom,” the ghost teen saluted before fading away entirely. Dash let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, suddenly exhausted but also lighter at the same time. It wasn’t every day you got to look your mistakes in the face and apologize. “Shannon, you can move back now.”

“No, I’m okay here,” Shannon said as she flipped to a new page in her sketchbook and looked intently at the spot where Fenton had once sat. “It’s like you said, that’s Danny’s seat.”

“I had no idea, Phantom’s been around for like, ever,” Freddie mumbled, pushing up his glasses. “But he used to be just like us.” And still was, Dash thought sadly. Danny would never grow old, never go to space like he’d always dreamed or marry Manson like he’d probably intended to. He was stuck, in more ways than one for who knows how long.

“Yes, that’s why it’s important to know your history. The Civil War and my other lessons are important but we can’t forget these smaller, more intimate histories. If we lose these lessons to time then we risk repeating the same mistakes over again.” He looked his students in the eyes, holding their attention.

“So we’ll continue today with the local history. Before he was ghost butt kicking superhero, Phantom was Danny Fenton, son of the local ghost hunters and a bit of an outcast in town. The Daniel Fenton Foundation was founded about a year after his death and was-”

[soupbabe]

Heard you wanted to be spammed with requests-

So uh- Idk if you do platonic headcanons but- maybe platonic Stardust crusaders with a pillar crusader? Doesn't matter what,,, gender the bby pillar person is,,, just,,, sweet pillar babe who's tall af- and totally acts like a doofus at times---

You dont have to do this tho uvu

Stardust Crusaders + Pillarman! Reader HCs

It says Pillar*man* in title, but reader will be gender neutral, I think that's just the species (?) name! Also I like doing platonic requests so I don't mind doing this at all ! <3

Joseph Joestar

He met you around the time he met Santana

You were stuck in the same Pillar as the youngest pillarman, also playing the role of a guard dog before you were turned into stone

The main difference between you and your (uh forced adopted?) brother is that your face broke out in a huge smile and giggles filled the room when he booped your nose and told you to be happy

You were loyal to Kars, but throughout the time in Battle Tendency that decreased due to the realization that he never cared about you and did abandon you without thought

Joseph was there to comfort you through it and you helped in defeating Kars in return

After BT, you were sent to be studied at the Speedwagon Foundation and years later they were able to replicate the red stone of Aja for you

Ultimate Y/N ! Ultimate Y/N !

Sunburn no more

You became a nature deity, similar to Kars

First thing you did when the study was done was prank Joseph into thinking that the Ultimate Lifeform came back

Although it didn't work all too well, your forced down smile and stifled giggles definitely wasn't a sign of Kars, despite the mighty wings you sprouted

You lived with Suzi Q and Joseph for the majority of your new life and you adored being apart of their lives

Also they did make you babysit Holly numerous times even though you had no idea what a human baby looked like until now

Should've learned their lesson when one time you were caught making a rough sketch of what would have been a traditional pillarman tattoo on a 10 year old Holly, claiming that it's needed for her to grow up big and strong like you

Although you weren't a stand user, you had experience fighting ancient supernatural beings stronger than some stand users and you were a deity among men. Joseph didn't wait to take you with him when he found out that Dio was making a return

When Holly got sick and it was clear the crusaders had to go to Egypt, you didn't hesitate to sign up. It was a rare time that you were serious and your loyalty to your aged best friend shined through. You loved his family and you saw Holly grow up, of course you'd be there for him

Throughout SDC, you mostly just laughed at him (mostly during the fight with Mariah) and cracked jokes with him to ease tense situations

Also that bit at the end of the show where he pretended that Dio possessed his body?? He got that from you and you both laughed while Jotaro gave you both a glare

Iggy

Oh my god you barked back.

Y'all gossip with each other in dog, you're a nature deity, of course you can understand him perfectly

Added bonus of your powers is that he naturally relaxes with you

Sleepy gremlin

Jotaro Kujo

It took him a while to warm up to you

You were raised by Kars and Esidisi, dealing people who come off as cold and have occasional outbursts of anger come natural to you

He first doesn't think of you as anything when he first saw you

It wasn't until you sized him up, easily towering over the 6'5" teen, his eyes widened in astonishment a little

He has no problems with you, you're respectful to his mother and you respect his privacy for the most part

You're real bonding moment was when you made a lame, but fairfly obscure, fish pun when beating up the stand user of Dark Blue Moon

You both talked about marine life, he was genuinely interested in your experiences with ancient marine species and types of life before evolution made them what they were today

Although he doesn't like the happy go lucky types of people (they remind him of his annoying fangirls) you'll be the exception

A moment you both really became friends was in the Steely Dan fight

You shot your hand up in excitement, offering to aid in beating the hell out of the cocky bastard that mistreated Jotaro and Joseph

It was a good moment for you both to have light hearted banter and you ended the fight with a smile and a high five

Although persuading Joot to do the high five went more like: "Jotaro please" "No." "Pleassseeeeeee" "*sigh* Leave me alone after this."

I thank that you can't see stands. I can only imagine the endless lighthearted fights you and Star Platinum would have, you both giving each other proud smiles of how strong your friend has become

Noriaki Kakyoin

You gave a welcoming and cheerful aura when he woke up at the Kujo household

Out of all Crusaders, I do like to think that you would think of Kakyoin as more of a little brother

Probably because you miss Santana a bit tbh, red hair and a more reserved personality?? Easy for that to happen

Although you do make sure to keep that distinction between the two separate beings, gotta be healthy bby

You were one to always encourage him to get more out of his shell and be the friend he deserved

He would encourage you to speak about Pillarman society/culture when you both roomed together

One time you pranked him by giving him a handful cherries and giving him a tiny jumpscare when the cherries actually did turn back into your hand

Sometimes you both make fun of Polnareff together </3

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

,,,,big tall gentle giant? Oh my god he would've melted for you at first

He flirted with you first thing after the fight with Avdol, only to be immediately shut down with your laughter

It's not the first time someone hit on you, but his attempt was so cheesy and bad that it was funny

Don't worry he didn't keep on flirting with you though, it was clear that you weren't interested

That and you told him that you were over 1000 years old

You both were outgoing so it wasn't a big surprise that you two got along so well

He actually enjoys your tales of past fights and how it was like not being able to be in the sun for the longest time

That and he asked for hair care tips, your hair is very beautiful to him and to keep it as such even when you were turned to stone? Impressive

You both are dumbasses together, but you're the one to save his ass all the time

Especially during the first fight with Hol Horse, guns can't kill you and even then your skin can create a harsh shell to soften the blow

You just laughed it off, said that it tickled, and encouraged Polnareff to chase after the (now) frightened cowboy

You and Polnareff also have a lot in common too and you both are able to be for each other when it comes to Polnareff's grief over his sister and you technically being the only pillarman alive

Omg Y/N I can't believe you have yourself an emotional support himbo I'm jealous

You're also a wingman/wingwoman for him, years and years of experience (and using Joseph in his younger years as a "what not to do" reference) led you to being the perfect helper in getting whoever Polnareff wants

Muhammad Avdol

He's read about the Pillarmen, but he never thought that they were actually real

So when he met you he was flabbergasted

You and Avdol's friendship is like him unintentionally parenting a 7 foot 5 year old on one of those kid leashes

He knows that almost nothing can cause you great harm, but he still worries

Because of that his favorite form of hanging out with you involves chatting over tea or showing you foods you might not be aware of

In all honesty, it's greatly appreciated since your diet switched from vampires and humans to absorbing like 2-3 raw cows every other week. Your "palate" is not as expansive as you may think

While in India, you were able to buy some Henna and Avdol was very open to you giving him a mock Pillar tattoo

He wore it with pride and was very greatful

Sometimes when he gets homesick you make your arm into a chicken, and although it isn't the real thing, he appreciates it

You also show him ancient Pillar rituals too and it's his favorite thing to listen to

In return, you bother him to show you how to read tarot and tell him about (in your words) "occult business~"

You balance each other out and Avdol cherishes you greatly

When the mission to Egypt was over, he did name a chicken after you btw

[queenshelby]

The Last Semester - Part Three

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 3,345

Original Blog:

@queenshelby​

Previous Parts: Part One; Part Two

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The Blind Date

It was 7 o’clock when you walked into the local Irish pub, looking for your date Patrick in a crowded room. Luckily, Emma had shown you Patrick’s Facebook profile and he certainly was handsome and easily recognisable.

Unsurprisingly, when you saw him standing at the bar with a pint of Guinness, he had already caught the waitresses’ attention and she tried her best to flirt with him until you approached.

‘Hi, Patrick?’ you asked and he nodded before shaking your hand and suggesting that you find somewhere else to sit.

Eventually, you located one of the high-top tables on the other side of the pub and sat down with your beers and began talking.

Patrick was a doctor at the university campus who had graduated medical school as little as two years ago. But, whilst he clearly was smart, you quickly realised that he was somewhat arrogant and lacked a good sense of humour.

Regardless, you tried to make the most of the night until, eventually, Patrick sought some reassurance from you that you would be going home with him that night. According to him, he didn’t like wasting his time if there was nothing in it for him.

His comments caught you by surprise and you quickly advised him that you were not that kind of woman and you certainly wouldn’t go home with someone you barely knew.

Patrick was disappointed and the conversation escalated quickly when he called you a prude and referred to you as being a woman who simply uses men to get free drinks.

You were speechless and, at half time, you put $10 pounds onto the table for your drinks and excused yourself quickly, grabbing your bag and headed for the bathroom.

There was no way you would be putting up with a man like this and you couldn’t believe that Emma thought that you would like him. Did she really think as little of you, you wondered?

Later that Evening

‘Cillian, hey’ you said as, after spending ten minutes in the bathroom collecting your thoughts, you walked out towards the entrance of the pub.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Cillian asked as he immediately noticed your red and somewhat teary eyes.

‘Well, let’s just say that my roommate set me up on a blind date with a total wanker’ you laughed but, really, you weren’t sure whether you should laugh or cry after what he had said to you. It certainly didn’t help your self-esteem and that was something you struggled with.

What you were, however, sure about was that you were ready to leave even if that meant that you would miss the second part of the game.

‘Do you want to get out of here?’ Cillian asked, his hand resting on your shoulder and his eyes giving you a concerning but yet reassuring look.

You quickly nodded and Cillian responded with a simple ‘common then’ before dumping his half full pint of beer and walking outside with you.

Once you made it out of the door unnoticed, you inhaled deeply. ‘Damn and I really wanted to see the game. Ireland is so close this time’ you pouted slightly disappointed.

‘I am going to watch the rest at my place. You are welcome to come along’ Cillian offered and you took a moment to think about his offer. You knew that your flatmates were having a party and the game was only available on pay tv and you would much rather sit on the lounge with Cillian and watch the Ireland beat France than clean up vomit and empty bottles of booze at home.

‘Uhm yes, why not. Thanks’ you said shyly and followed Cillian to his apartment which was only a five-minute stroll from the pub.

Finally some Privacy

‘Wine or beer?’ Cillian asked after you took off your shoes and sat down on the lounge in his living room.

‘Whatever you are having’ you responded and Cillian was quick to open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.

‘Thank you’ you said as he handed you a glass and sat down next to you. You really weren’t much of a red wine drinker but pretended to enjoy it.

There was an awkward silence between you as you watched the second half of the game but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

You struggled paying attention to the commentators as your mind focused on the man sitting next to you instead. The smell of his aftershave mixed with detergence he had used to wash his clothes drove you absolutely crazy. And then there were his hands, which you watched every time he reached for his glass of wine.

But it wasn’t just you watching Cillian. He watched you as well and often gazed over to you, focusing on your soft facial features.

Eventually, after about twenty minutes into the second half, you couldn’t bare the silence any longer and started a conversation.

‘So, you wanted to ask me something yesterday when I came to your office. But then you didn’t. I am curious though. What was it?’ you said shyly, slightly encouraged by the wine in your system.

‘I was actually going to ask you whether you wanted to watch the game tonight’ Cillian murmured, looking somewhat embarrassed when he looked over to you.

‘So why didn’t you?’ you went on to ask, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Because I realised how inappropriate that would have been’ he admitted and you smiled, cheeks flushing red.

‘Well, here we are’ you said nervously, looking into Cillian’s deep blue eyes for a moment before trying to look away shyly.

But, Cillian wouldn’t let you, reaching for your face with one of his hands.

‘Hey’ he said quietly as his thumb ran over your chin gently. ‘I like when you look at me’ he then went on to say and, just like that, you leaned forward and pressed your lips onto his once again.

The kiss you shared was gentle and tentative, not rushed and not forced in any way. It was a simple kiss, brief but exciting.

‘I am sorry’ you said after your lips drifted apart, but this time, you didn’t look away and your eyes got lost in his.

Cillian shook his head briefly before drawing your face closer towards his again for yet another kiss. Again, it was tentative but, this time, you parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and explore.

‘I shouldn’t be pursuing this Y/N’ Cillian said quietly as, eventually your lips drifted apart. ‘It’s not right on so many levels’ he went on to say but you quietened his lips with a third kiss, a passionate kiss which drew your body even closer towards his until you found your way onto his lap, facing him, pressing your body against his as your tongues moved with each other in sync.

‘I am a grown woman Cillian. I can’t see anything wrong with this and I certainly don’t want you to stop kissing me’ you said as your lips drifted apart again, a shy smile escaping you as you did.

‘I am also twenty years older than you and supervising your drama project’ he then went on to say somewhat concerned.

‘I don’t care about the difference in age and, technically, you aren’t my supervisor anymore, Aidan is’ you reassured Cillian, smirking at him as you did.

‘Still, not a good look getting involved with one of the students from the project’ Cillian said reluctantly but without making any attempt to push you away.

‘Well, I could leave now and you can ask me out again in three weeks when you finish up your volunteering position’ you then suggested all while you started to grind against him, feeling his erection strain against his jeans beneath you.

Your suggestion fell on deaf ears as Cillian already struggled to contain his emotions and needs with you on top of him and, just as you finished your sentence, he affirmed what he wanted with another passionate kiss.

The kiss you were sharing soon became heated and desperate and Cillian’s hands started to roam over your warm skin beneath your thin jumper.

His touch instantly sent shivers over you skin and down your spine and sent you into overdrive when his hands began to cup your small breasts.

You moaned into his mouth and, just after you did, you pulled back slightly, allowing him to pull your jumper over your head.

As he did, you suddenly felt a little nervous and self-conscious but it was obvious. He wanted you and his lips soon met yours again.

‘Cill…’ you said in between kisses and he looked at you, responding with a quiet ‘hmm’ as his eyes were questioning what you wanted to say.

‘It’s been two years since I have been with anyone and I don’t really do one night stands’ you murmured quietly and Cillian simply smiled, caressing your face with one of his hands before responding to your comment.

‘Good’ he said before giving you a quick peck. ‘Neither do I’ he reassured you without telling you that it had been six months for him too, which is when he broke up with his last long term girlfriend Nadine.  

After another minute or two of more passionate kisses, Cillian picked you up and, before you could really prepare yourself for what was about to happen, you were in his bed.

Nervously but eager at the same time, you looked up at him with what you hoped were bedroom eyes.

He got the message and hoovered over you, kissing you gently before continuing to undress you, gentle but a little hurried.

You had already lost your jumper in the living room earlier and now he was pulling on your jeans, getting rid of them in a haste and leaving you exposed in your grey cotton underwear.

‘I didn’t quite plan for this’ you said nervously as you weren’t really dressed to impressed, your underwear simple and not sexy at all.

‘You look beautiful just the way you are Y/N’ Cillian reassured you before leaving a trail of kisses on your warm skin.

The anticipation was already killing you. With each passing second, his lips trailing over your bare shoulders and up your neck, you felt yourself shiver, the heat traveling right down to the taut muscles inside you, right between your legs. It was slick there, the result of your growing arousal.

It wasn’t long until Cillian unclipped your bra, exposing your small and perky breasts. You were impressed that he had immediately noticed the clasp of the bra at the front. He certainly paid attention to detail.

By now, your nervousness had sat in and your cheeks began to flush as his eyes gazed over your body.

Cillian noticed and simply responded with a warm smile before nudging your nose with his.

‘We can stop if you want to’ Cillian began to say but you immediately interrupted him.

‘I want you Cillian, please’ you whispered and he responded with a gentle nod.

‘Relax’ he then whispered before kissing you again and you took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

‘Cillian’ you eventually moaned as he nipped your throat with his teeth before sitting back.

You opened your eyes again and watched as Cillian grabbed his shirt from the back, and pulled it down over his head. Next off were his jeans, and then his briefs.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. His body was perfect, his chest was only lightly covered with some hair and his skin was covered in freckles.

But, when you lowered your eyes, your sense of shyness returned and seeing him completely naked in front of you caused you to flush.

He was clearly aroused by you, hard and ready, even though you only just started.

As you nervously looked at him, Cillian leaned forward and began to gently run his hands over your stomach, leaning down to kiss it, before hooking his index fingers into the hem of your panties and pulling them down your legs.

You inhaled sharply, almost forgetting to breath out again as he exposed your soaking wet mound.

What now, you wondered? Like the two men you’ve been with in the past, would he proceed directly to the main event?

‘You are so sexy, you know that?’ Cillian went on to say and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Sure’ you said nervously as he spread your legs before bending down and pressing his hot mouth right against your sopping wet slit.

You didn’t expect that and immediately let out a sharp gasp.

‘Oh god’ you moaned in pleasure as you put one of your hands in his hair and gripped the sheets beneath you with the other.

Cillian’s tongue ran through your slit several times before it swirled around over your clit gently.

‘Fuck’ you cried out, throwing your head back as he began to eat you out, his tongue working wonders on your sex-deprived pussy.

His hands were on your thighs, pushing them farther apart, fingers digging into your skin.

‘Please’ you eventually said, not even sure what you were pleading for. You just knew that he couldn't stop or you would scream.

Your pussy was sensitive, and it had been so long since you had sex and even then, you never quite experienced any sensation like this.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you moaned even louder as he sped up the movements of his tongue.  

Within bare seconds, you came with a cry and a shudder. Unable to hold back, you let go, shutting your eyes to ride out your orgasm.

Involuntarily, you were grinding up on him, your hips lifting off the bed, toes curling.

‘That was quick’ Cillian chuckled after you came down from your high and before giving your inner thigh another quick kiss.

‘I am sorry, I don’t know what just happened’ you said somewhat embarrassed as you never had orgasmed before when being with someone else. In fact, you never even gotten close to climaxing when someone else pleasured you orally.

‘Don’t ever be sorry’ Cillian said, kissing you gently before sitting back again and reaching for the bedside table draw to his right.

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you and, shamelessly but also somewhat nervously, you watched him pull out a silver condom wrapper from the draw.

You bit your lip in anticipation was you watched him open the wrapper with his teeth before rolling the condom onto his hard shaft.

Cillian then leaned forward again, spreading your legs further apart with a nudge from his knees. He looked powerful above you, his body trained, stomach flat, waist trim, looking at you with such lust that you forgot for a moment that, just days ago, you were trying to forget all about him. He leaned down, kissing you, tasting you, making the heat spread all over your body as he slipped two of his fingers inside of you, curving inward.

‘Still so sensitive’ he chuckled while you gasped at the sensation.

‘Cillian, please’ you begged. But he didn't seem to hear you and put pressure down, jerking his hand and thrusting his fingers right against your previously unexplored g-spot.

‘Oh my fucking god, no no no’ you cried out, bucking your hips again almost instantly, this time squirting right into his hand. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, your pussy still clenching on his fingers, desperate and needy.

‘Cillian, oh fuck’ you whimpered, not realising that you left a wet puddle on the sheets.

‘Wow’ Cillian grinned. He looked pretty pleased with himself as you sat up somewhat shocked, which is when you noticed what had just happened.

‘Oh my god. This is so fucking embarrassing’ you said when you noticed that you squirted for the first time.

‘Shh, it's okay’ Cillian murmured, calming you down and kissing you.

‘In fact, I think its fucking sexy and I hope I can make you do this again’ he smirked before guiding your back onto the mattress again.

‘I think you might’ you chuckled as you held out your arms and he melted into them, supporting himself with his arms.

‘I want to feel you so badly Cillian’ you moaned as his cock finally slid between your legs, making you squirm and buck your hips.

‘Patience’ Cillian said softly, and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.

‘How can you restrain yourself?’ you asked, surprising you both.

Cillian raised an eyebrow, impossibly amused.

‘I’ve been restraining myself from wanting this for weeks’ Cillian said, and pressed his lips to your neck, kissing, nipping, biting and sucking. You closed your eyes, toes curling again, and gave into the pleasure. You did your best to wrap your legs around him, and he began to grind his cock down between your legs, right along the slit of your wet pussy.

When he finally entered you, you both let out a hiss of satisfaction, clutching at one another. The friction slow, drawn out, was enough to numb your mind. Your fingers dug into his back, his hands gripped the sheets, and he made love to you, driving inside of you with careful, deliberate movements.

‘Cillian’ you moaned as you felt him thrust in and out of you over and over again. But, hearing his groans and moans was exciting you just as much as the pleasure he gave you with his cock.

Cillian and you adjusted, getting familiar with one another, your bodies moving in slow grinds as he snapped his hips, making you shift yours off the bed. His pace quickened, and so did your breathing, and in one swift motion, you were a shuddering mess, feeling his cock hit that spot again, making you shatter.

At this point, Cillian was relentless, pounding into you, making you cry out in pleasure. You gripped his shoulders, fingernails leaving crescent marks behind, little slivers of moons, leaving your mark. He was yours and you were his.

You writhed under him, your pussy clenching around his thickness. His hands visibly shook, his breath wild as he moved in you, kissing you almost roughly, smashing his lips against yours, and in seconds, his tongue was sliding against yours as you tasted each other.

You anticipated each movement, feeling the bulge of his cock hard inside of you, filling you. Just when you thought you would come again, he withdrew and helped you to your knees, and when he entered you from behind, it was a whole other experience. He was deeper, and you seemed to drift together. You could smell his spicy aftershave, could smell your coupling in the air, thick and hazy, making you dizzy with desire.

Your bones seemed to ache from the feeling of his stomach muscles clenching hard against your back as he rutted into you. You pushed your ass back against his cock, and you found your rhythm, bodies slapping, panting and grunting in the dim light of his bedroom.

He was thrusting into you and with each passing second, you came closer and closer. You were whimpering, your entire body a mess of tightened muscles. An all-encompassing moan left your lips as his fingers found your clit, and as he rubbed, circling it, you came again, hard and fast.

Blinding gratification. Earth-shattering spasms. A delicious high, an overdose of emotions your body began to shake and your walls began to contract tightly around his thrusting cock.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian groaned into your ear as he reached his high shortly after you did and you could feel his cock jerking inside of you.

His name was on your lips, but you couldn't say it; you couldn't say anything. You could feel every pulse inside of you, could feel every grunt and groan slip underneath your skin, could feel his taut muscles flush against your body. This wasn't just sex. It was heaven.

Just as you both finally came down from your high and while Cillian was kissing the back of your neck gently, he carefully pulled out of you and, just as he did, you could hear him swear.

‘Fuck’ he said in a trance as he pulled back, away from your body.

‘What is it?’ you asked and turned around immediately, looking down, noticing his cum leaking from you and down your inner thigh.

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