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yanderecandystore · 1 year ago

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I love the yandere monster story, can I make a wish for some yandere monster boy naga who is looking for a mate to carry his eggs and live the rest of his life together forever?

I don't condone yandere shit irl, but if you bang a naga man someday I'll give you a pass and a cookie, you mad lad. Not proofread enough lmao, also sorry but I really don't know how to type s e x.

Tw/Tags: straight up NSFW/+18 scene (written by someone who struggles to imagine sex- So we don't guarantee quality) // not very descriptive genitals, if at all // the usual yandereness + breeding kink; possessive behavior; manipulation; suffocation; implied oviposition but not really cause I'm dumb // you're a literal desert mailman💀 I'm sorry // brief mentions of troubled family life/past trauma // language barrier // self-conscious reader // willing yet slightly scared reader.

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Writing in the sand [Yandere!Male!Naga x AFAB!Messenger!Reader - One shot]

Being a messenger was actually a lot more dangerous than it seemed at first, how many times have you and your camel met with bandits, scammers, difficult terrain, awful weather, people who would tell you the wrong direction for shits and giggles?? MANY times, but did you ever consider quitting and going back to the tea shop of your very judgmental parents or worse- To accept the offer of personal servant to that weird queen from the faraway lands who wouldn't shut up about how much better her kingdom was?? NO!

I mean a little bit. Just a little bit. Occasionally, I mean her kingdom was really pretty, though constant snow sounds like a pain in the ass, and giving up the freedom you currently have for either a strict monarch or your family was NOT something you were planning to do, ever!

The first time you got off the borders to send messages for far away people was the day you truly felt alive for once! The desert itself was your greatest rival and yet you faced it head down after that day- Sure, you were unprepared at first and there's still plenty to learn out there but it was EXCITING!!

You fought (ran away as quickly as you could) many groups trying to get a coin out of your body, or your life! Or your camel!! King Mustard wasn't the same after the "giant scorpion with that group of thieves" incident that happened, the worst part is that it happened twice though the people were different at least. Your personal theory is that the scorpion WAS the same from before, and that it has been following you through your journeys and it probably was looking for revenge!!

You told that story to so many people that now it's hard to go someplace without repeating yourself, it's weird how even though you're never at one place for too long, most people know you! You're, humbly speaking, sort of a big deal in the great drylands- Not known for your bravery but mostly for your constant running mouth and your adapted technique in how to extract cactus juice safely from a cactus with 70% success of no cactus drunkenness! (100% Needle-safe not included).

Stopping in a town was obviously the safest place for you and your camel, but was also probably one of the most rewarding parts of your trips, of course because you always need to have plenty of resources out there in the sand but also because… Well, as much as you loved every second of exploration and travel, you were admittedly a very lonely person.

It's not something you like to tell others, as you have already experienced people doubting your capability of being a messenger if you get so "emotional" over being far away from people ("I told you so!" Yeah, thanks mum.). It was a time you could feel at least safe and… Sometimes welcomed.

But it wasn't always a lonely trip, after all, King Mustard was here! Him with his big personality was always the heart of the party! Everyday was fun with him, even if he couldn't speak to you… However, that doesn't mean you haven't found great comfort in your travels, you probably haven't noticed this yourself yet, but [y/n]...

You are a very dear person.

Every person you've helped along the way in your trips, just by coincidence finding them, and landing them a hand in the hot and harsh reality of the desert thinks of you dearly. You have friends! It's just that you don't see them very often… If at all. The desert has a funny way of getting people closer, people who struggle to survive in its environment, and yet it also drifts them away- The wind blows in every direction separating every small particle of sand, and maybe one day they'll meet again, or maybe not. Cruel was it, with its breathtaking beauty and extremely cold personality for someone so hot and merciless.

You often associate the desert with its forgotten god. You tend to talk about it as a person rather than just an environment of harsh conditions, you always remember to talk to it, hoping it would listen in a way. You were pretty much by yourself out there, but thinking that someone was listening to your travels made you feel safer, perhaps not as tormented as the blazing Sun would leave you to believe. You were being watched, and protected, you just knew it!

The proof of it came from one of the greatest encounters you ever had during your travels.

It was really hot that day, King Mustard seemed really tired and you were melting under the blazing heat- You two needed shelter and fast! And suddenly, as if the gods listened to your prayers!-(But quickly threw you two middle fingers)- An immense sandstorm was approaching!! For someone as cautious as you, you couldn't understand where the hell it came from!! It was so sudden and just- There was no indication of it!! At all!!

You got knocked out, and when you woke up- You were… Somewhere strange, like an underground oasis of sorts, hidden in the desert there was a cave of luscious greenery and drinkable water, it was magical how big the place was!! You thought you had died and went straight to Paradise!!

At least, you thought so when you saw a very large and handsome man staring back at you, smiling gently. He had tanned skin and a REALLY long, almost platinum hair! He looked so gorgeous with his green cat eyes that you almost forgot to breathe!

You asked the man if he was an angel, and he responded to you in a language you didn't understand. You were 100% certain that the man was really an angel and yet when he revealed the lower part of his body your face dropped immediately, terror slightly setting in. He was half snake, half a giant snake at that! His tail seemed endless, those dark scales were so pretty yet so terrifying! The gold markings seemed very regal and holy in nature but the endless darkness almost seemed to eat it all up! Like a demon!

You freaked out at first, but when you looked at his eyes, his gentle face- His expression of concern, those big bright eyes, you noticed he really didn't seem to have any ill intent towards you, perhaps you were misjudging him for something he was not. After breathing in and out, you calmed down, never taking your eyes from him, you felt comforted as you realized this creature was the one who saved you out there! And who saved your camel!! He was still really scared of your snake buddy, but you made sure to soothe him.

Long story short, you became friends with a human-snake guy who seemed genuinely very cool! It's a shame you didn't understand a word he said… You suspect that maybe he speaks in a very ancient language and perhaps this means he was REALLY old!! And yet, he seemed just about your age, and you got to hangout with him during your free time.

Poor thing, he seemed trapped down here (though to be fair, it is a fabulous prison to be in-) and he really wanted to catch up with times! So you made it your duty to help him understand the new world, you have no idea why he is here and how long did he live here separated from the rest of the world, but now that you knew how to get there and how to get out- You made it your mission to teach him everything you knew about the modern world.

And although the language barrier was massive, you two somehow got to learn something very special about each other- He shared with you his name, "Rakaski", and you got to teach him yours.

~"[y/n]"~ His accent was heavy, and yet you felt something flutter inside you whenever you heard him call your name. You remember him repeating your name over and over again as if he wanted to memorize how to say it.

After hearing his name, you made sure to research it, trying to find something that could lead you to know what language he was talking in- But no books nor people seemed to know how to speak it, except for one book you found, a fairytale book that was so old that it was a nightmare trying to understand the vernacular! But it didn't seem like a very "old" old kind of book, it was probably made after the language had changed, there were a lot of words that you didn't recognize.

The book never explained the name's meaning really, but it was always used as a common word- And given the context of the story you read, it seemed to mean either "falling" or "god"? Well, you're not very sure, since the book was confusing as hell, and your interpretation of the story was very mixed- Was it about a desert deity or a man that kept tripping over in the sand?! Seriously, why did it have to be so confusing!?

In the end, you still didn't understand the book and neither did you find out anything about Rakaski's name. At least you know it was older than your home kingdom, which was pretty cool.

Either way, the lack of communication never stopped you from coming down that hidden paradise to talk to your best friend every opportunity you could! King Mustard can be very squeamish whenever you guys try to get down there, he really disliked going there and you assumed it was because he was claustrophobic, which you already knew he was. So, today you'll leave him in the shade and get down by yourself, you don't want to stress the poor thing.

"M-Mustard! King Mustard Junior The Third, stop pushing me around!! You know you're a lot heavier than me! Seriously, this isn't funny!!" Ah, King Mustard, for a camel you're really just a scaredy cat! You push him away gently as you can, he keeps positioning himself in front of the hole you want to jump in.

"Hey stop!! If you don't want to come then fine, but let me get in! Please! I'll be back soon!" The massive animal was starting to get a little too agitated, and you knew better than to try to force your way.

"Mustard, seriously you're starting to scare me, you know I'll be back soon, please let me get down." You don't know if it was the deep magical connection of friendship that made him understand you and realize that he scared you, or if he suddenly felt disinterested in playing with you right now.

Taking by how the camel sassily walked away you're starting to think it was the second option- Of was he genuinely insulted by your stubbornness? Who knows.

"Sigh… You always get like this when we pass by." Though you can't really blame him, you know he still distrusts Rakaski, but come on it's been a year! And Rakaski has never hurt any of you two! Sure, he was a bit intimidating at first but he had a good heart, you just knew that.

Compared to the men back in your hometown? Rakaski was a saint, you were sure of it.

You had slid through the sandy hole and into the luscious underground with ease, you started to call for him, but before you could even yell out "Ra" you saw him not so far away, seemingly very occupied.

"Awn, guess you're decorating! Have I come at a bad time?" You walked to him and joked despite being aware he wouldn't understand you.

The way his face lit up and turned to face you was just so precious, he seemed very excited!

~"[y/n]!! [y/n]!! It's really good to see you again!! I was already worried you would never come."~ He talked just like you, committing the same mistake of talking as if the other would understand- You had no clue what he said, but as he coiled around you and his arms squeezed you oh so dearly you understood exactly what he meant.

"Yeah, yeah- Missed you too-" You never knew how to deal with anything social, period, and being flustered at someone who wasn't even human was not a first but it never got easier. But with him, at least, you feel like you don't need to pretend that you don't feel slightly flustered by his attention. Gods know you're a very easy target for large and very well built men.

After he let you go, you realized he was just building a new nest for him, so you decided to help him as well. It was already pretty much done when you got in, but you felt like he deserved a "fancy" bed so you helped him decorate with flowers and some of the trinkets you bought for him, he just loved human trinkets!

And by the gods, you knew you were currently in Spring, but these flowers?! They were just so damn pretty, it's a real shame that your traveling is mostly done in sand, occasionally though you have to go to the East to deliver important letters and gifts and you just kinda love that place! Every time you go, they're experiencing a different season, and it all changes so much, it's beautiful!!

"Oooh!! Maybe I should bring you flowers from one of the neighboring kingdoms, it'll be a way to show you the world since you can't leave…" You think out loud, and of course, he looks at you a little confused- And yet he repeats the word you said.

"Flowers?" He repeats it as if he didn't understand what you said, yet liked how you said it.

"Yes! Flowers!-" You say pointing to the flowers in his nest and surrounding you two, he quickly understands it, it seems.

~"Oh! Flowers! Oh, that's what it's called to you? Great heaven's, humans are always changing, aren't they?"~ He starts to laugh, you… Sort of don't understand the joke, but perhaps "flowers" just sounds funny to him.

He patted your head as he laughed, as if trying to congratulate you on making him laugh (I mean, getting this man to laugh was a challenge, you bet even without the language barrier).....

Although, it felt more like a "reward" sort of situation… As if he was rewarding you for… Being so entertaining, you suppose! Still, that's probably just all in your head, besides you know well when someone is being condescending to you, you're sure of it! Years inside your family's house has made you a pro in spotting bad apples from far away. I mean, you like to think you do, to be fair Rakaski was a little difficult to read, and sometimes he did things that you probably weren't sure of what they meant.

But then again, he was a very old half snake dude trapped inside a cave somewhere along the rock formations spread all over an unforgiving desert, his social life was probably a lot worse than yours, and who's to say that his antics aren't based on his own culture? Perhaps snake people like to coil around each other to show affection, even if it's really hard to breathe like this.

Things weren't so complicated between you two, however, as you guys have invented a form of simple and more direct communication through pointing to objects and scribbling on paper. You had thought about using sign language, so you learned a couple of words and tried to use with him-

"So- This means that- Hm..?"

But before you could teach him he already was talking to you through hand signs you didn't understand, he was very well adapted and you only knew a few like "hello", "you", "me" and "see you soon"- Which would be the most used one for you two.

"Huh, you always impress me, maybe you should be the one teaching me-" You bowed down, genuinely impressed with what you saw, and he seemed very content with himself as he smugly pretended to wave and throw kisses to a nonexistent audience. His ego was always a bit inflated, wasn't it?

You decided to cut your visit short and return back to King Mustard as you didn't want to leave him waiting for too long. It's funny how neither him nor Rakaski liked each other despite sharing a diva personality. As you waved your goodbye, Rakaski decided to give you one last big hug.

A hug that didn't seem to end at all. His body wrapping around you and leaving you to feel surrounded by darkness. This usually happened so it didn't come as any surprise. You tried to tickle him as that usually worked.

"Come on now, you know I'll be back soon!" You laughed as you tried to provoke him, his belly was so sensitive that you could see him contracting and trying to avoid giggling.

But he didn't let you go. Your attempt only made him restrict you further, the snake body trapping your hands with its weight.

You were well aware of Rakaski's animalistic tendencies, for example he was cold blooded and constantly held you to try to gain some height, like he is doing now.

You know that when he yawns his jaw unhinges and opens so inhumanly wide that you have to close your eyes so you won't have any more nightmares about it.

You know he is nocturnal so he is constantly feeling a little too sleepy whenever you two hangout, as you often come to see him during the day (which was something you did for safety, though you sometimes worry he is having trouble sleeping because of you-).

And you also know that snakes tend to suffocate their prey with their body before eating them whole.

While trying not to judge him as a human eating monster you still feel very, very terrified of the slight chance he might be hungry and has forgotten you're not food. The more you struggle the tighter it gets, and it doesn't help that his skin is so cold, it makes your nerves flare up as you can hear him growling with what you hope is not hunger.

"RAKASKI-!!" You yell, you couldn't help it, you were starting to feel dazed. While closing your eyes you felt his lower body shift and relax, you felt arms hugging you a lot more gently than the suffocating sensation from before. If it wasn't for his lazy eyes and the internal chuckling you can feel in his chest you would say he was actually hungry for you. He was just trying to scare you.

"Sigh, you'll be the death of me- Seriously you scared me to death!" You tried to push him off you, but he basically threw his entire body weight on you as you fell to the ground with your back on the soft yet not very ideally comfortable grass.

"Shhhh~!" He nuzzles on you while hugging your stomach. Normally he would have let you go now after petting your head or pretending to bite your neck just for funsies- But today he is very much not letting you go, at all.

Okay, you really didn't want to address the situation, you weren't planning on ever talking about it of course but- By the gods, you knew better than to assume his playful smile was just his usual silly self.

Oh, who were you kidding, you knew it from the moment you came in and saw the nest he was making, it's not like you haven't noticed his chest rising and falling as if he was struggling to breathe just by talking with you. You wanted to leave because you noticed that perhaps you took the wrong month to visit him.

It was mating season, wasn't it? Why now? Why today?! And why WERE YOU ACTUALLY CONSIDERING IT?!!!

"Okay I think I need to think about this a little more- I mean you're clearly not thinking straight right, I'm not even a snake lady, man!" You try to push him off you as you avoid eye contact, the worst part is that he was fairly attractive for someone's who's lower body was just one huge snake tail.

He wouldn't budge, he only shifted his head to look at your face, even if you were avoiding him you could feel his smirk creeping around the corner of your vision, you wouldn't be surprised if he knew what you also knew.

I mean, it wasn't a secret you liked him was it? You thought you didn't mind him noticing this but this sudden desire just feels like it's happening all too fast and you're worried it might be just a one time thing, that he is acting like this out of instinct not out of actual desire towards you. And well you never really did this before, I mean not with someone like him, at all! But you had experiences with people before.

Bad experiences. The ones that would leave someone worried for years that they're not good enough to anyone. Were you being cautious or were you just being self-conscious? Were you scared of him not liking you when this high of his diminished? Maybe you just weren't sure if this was a good idea.

"I don't know if I'm really ready for this." You confess, looking back at him- Hoping to find your answer.

And he looked back at you with a sad expression, did he understand what you said? Did he understand what you meant at least? He looked so concerned and genuinely "awake" despite his current very urgent instincts. He held your hand and kissed it for reassurance, you didn't notice you were crying until your vision was blurry and your chest was aching.

"Sorry.." You tried to wipe them yourself, you don't know why you're apologizing. Rakaski didn't seem to take it well, he was about to say something before shaking his head vigorously and wiping your tears himself. He came closer to look you in the eyes, stop staring elsewhere, you won't find comfort anywhere else but those eyes.

He decides to come off of you and give you some space despite his initial reluctance, the gentle and almost warm presence of reassurance leaving with him- And before he could give you space you decided to make the first move yourself.

You kissed him, hoping perhaps he would understand the gesture, and he did! He hugged you and kissed you back returning your neediness… Though coming in with a lot more desperation than you thought. Not seconds after forcing his tongue in despite your unisseanes.

I mean, it 's good! He isn't being horrific at it is just that you have underestimated how badly he seemed to want this. And although you're just as interested in this as he is, you're worried you may not hold to the same durability as he has.

Today was the day. Today had to be day, and he wouldn't have it any other way. To wait longer would be torture and you best believe this man was patient. He wasn't expecting you to almost reject him at first of course, oh you almost gave the immortal a heart attack!

He shouldn't have been so pushy, he knows that, but having your soft lips on his was so worth it that he couldn't help himself as he pinned you down again, ah… It's a shame the nest is so far away, this is not a very classy way to do things.

Then again, ripping off your clothes with no regards was probably not very refined either, humans needed a lot more courting than he was aware of- But it was fine! You were doing just great, you were being so good to him, he wishes he could praise you in your own language so you could understand him.

~"You're so lovely for something so fragile, thank you for accepting me- You have no idea how long I've spent being trapped here knowing damn well there's not a single other like me out there."~ He would praise you in his own tongue in frantic breaths while kissing your neck and nibbling in your ear, while his lower body made sure to lock you in place, you were a little scared, weren't you?

~"I'm genuinely sorry for having to put you in this position but I can't take it anymore- But I know you want this as well, I know you do!"~ He usually was very talkative, but there was something in his voice that sounded shaky, desperate, and his hands were too confused on where and what to grab that you noticed he seemed just as inexperienced as you were.

Well, at least you thought so before he spread your legs and started to rock back and forth in your lower region- It's not exactly that he is inexperienced, but he is very much off his mind right now- His movements aren't uncertain, they're just frantic for any release. Not that he won't tend to you as well, he just really needs this right now. But you'll understand, you always do. You always treat him so well, despite the monster he has become.

~"It'll hurt, and I'm not sure if it's only a little. I promise to make it worth it later to you."~

You were struggling to keep up with his weird and off putting rhythm- He was just so ready for this, it's been on his mind ever since he found you unconscious inside his natural prison, but he knew better than to be selfish to someone he'll have to share a nest with.

~"It'll be great don't worry, I'll make sure you'll be well taken care of. It'll be incredible, my treasure."~

You shivered when he went from humping your lower region to undressing kissing it almost as passionately as he did your mouth- He should probably move a little slower considering he changes activities way too quickly but hey it felt better than the awkward dry humping.

It wasn't bad, but it lacked a bit of finesse- Not like his careful and calculated attention to your privates right now-

"Humans need a lot more work than I remember, but does that mean we can make it last longer? Would you want that, treasure? [y/n]?" Rakaski was playing with it almost as if he never looked at something like a naked human before, but it was a lie- He was absolutely just trying to tease you with every poke and flick.

He ran his finger down slowly before reaching an opening and pulling it inside, at least one to feel you inside. It's lovely that you arch your back to the littlest of things, and although he doesn't understand your words, moans are hardly hard to misinterpret.

"Slower then? I guess I was being too unprepared, I'll be honest that it's more fun than I expected. If this is the work I have to do every time then I'll gladly accept." Human courting was fascinating to him, though now he understands why, he can't just expect you to take it all in with a little help- And helping someone never tasted so sweet.

You were feeling embarrassed by his stare as he licked you out and further tried to spread you- Trying to ease the inevitable soreness that would come but damn, did he have to look at you like that?! It made you feel a little dirty, a little too embarrassed to entertain his idea, for someone who seemed so eager to shove it in without any foreplay he was really taking his time now!

You grabbed his hair carefully, you didn't really notice what you were doing and to be honest you weren't sure how to continue with this but Rakaski looked at you in awe… His smugness was replaced with a look of pure adoration- His pupils wide and round as he expects you to guide him.

It gave you a bit more confidence knowing he trusted you to hold his head and sort of help him find the right pacing.

You don't remember for how long it went, you just remember that it ended with you on top of him, going at your own pace. He held your hips not stopping you to go as fast or as slow as you wanted but rather because he felt very uncomfortable NOT holding every centimeter of you. He needed to grab into something and your sweet flesh was exactly that.

You woke up in his nest, feeling a little disoriented, memories of what happened a little foggy, but you were sure it wasn't a dream considering the soreness in your thighs- It was hard moving.

You sighed, feeling weirdly satisfied- Well, that's not the right word, more like… Well, genuinely happy.

You tried around, and you saw Rakaski curled up into a ball, sleeping so peacefully and yet with that little mischievous smirk in his face you just knew he was dreaming about it.

You turned your body to face him, deciding to close your eyes and sleep a little more.

Until you remembered you left your camel outside.

"HOLY GODS, KING MUSTARD!!" You jumped up, trying to run as quickly as you could towards the entrance- But you couldn't even leave the nest when Rakaski wrapped his tail on you and pulled you closer.

"WAIT! It 's my camel!! I forgot I left him-"

"Stay." He said in a very half awake voice.

"You can talk…?"

"Stay." Rakaski wrapped himself around you, as he buried his face in your neck. You weren't sure if he was understanding what you said, or if he only understood the meaning of that one word.

"Rakaski, I'm just going to check on him, I'll be back soon, I promise-" You pushed his chest away. You shouldn't have done that.

Rakaski tightened his grip around your body.

"Stay. [y/n]. You're not supposed to walk so soon. Stay still, no mother should walk so early after mating…" He still sounds so sleepy, so innocent, but his half opened gaze was not… friendly.

"Rak- AH!-" Tighter, and tighter, and more tighter. He knows damn well that whenever you get to that camel you're leaving him for gods know how long, but as he stated before, soon to be mothers shouldn't walk around in the dead of night especially since he knows humans don't deal well with the coldness of the desert during this hour.

It's better to stay here and let him take care of you while you're now waiting for his kids, even if you aren't aware of it. He isn't sure how long hybrids take to be born, but he wasn't to be there for you every step of the way.

"Shhhh…. Go back to sleep, stop struggling, it is not good for you…" He kissed you goodnight as he suffocated you back to sleep.

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Treasure | OPLA!Sanji & Mermaid!Reader

★ requested by anonymous (see here)

Summary: You secretly followed Sanji all the way from Baratie to Arlong Park and got critically injured while trying to save his life. Tags: sfw, platonic/familial opla!sanji & younger mermaid!reader, girldad!zeff if you squint, depictions of canon-typical injury/violence

Searing pain rushed through you as splinters of wood pierced the skin of your back.

The carnival booth was reduced to rubble at your impact, proof of the sheer force used by the buff pigtailed fishman to throw you out of Arlong Park’s courtyard pool.

Sanji jumped at the loud crash, his eyes widening in recognition and shock as he caught a glimpse of the shimmering scales of your lower body. His screams of anguish barely registered in your ears as your consciousness got weaker the more blood gushed out of your wounds.

The newly minted cook of the Straw Hat Pirates did not waste any more time delivering a series of intense kicks toward the fishman, ending the fight with a well-placed "Mouton Shot" to your attacker’s chest.

Once he was sure the threat was neutralized, he rushed to you, calling out your name over and over again. He knelt next to you and cradled your head, careful to not agitate the deep gashes on your back.

“Why are you here?!” His voice cracked in distress, his tone both angry and concerned, “How did you get here?!”

“The pool…” you managed to choke out weakly, “There’s a tunnel connecting it to the ocean.”

“Never mind that – you’re not even supposed to be here!” Sanji cried out, hands shaking as he took off his suit jacket and draped it over your shivering body. “Did you– did you follow us all the way from Baratie?”

When you said nothing and refused to meet his eyes, Sanji let out a frustrated groan, “Does Zeff know you’re here?”

You could only shake your head slowly. Tears started streaming down your face at your own stupidity. What were you thinking, following him all the way here? You were a fool to think that he ever needed your help. Now, you were only making things worse for him.

“I’m sorry–” You sniffled, flinching from the pain that spread throughout your body as a result of your violent sobs, “Sanji, I’m sorry.”

Sanji’s eyes softened, all the anger leaving him as he hushed you, smoothing your wet hair away from your face, “It’s okay, kid.”

He spoke gently, repeating, “You’re gonna be alright,” but it almost seemed like he was trying to reassure himself more than you.

You struggled to hold on to him, trying your best to keep your eyes open amid the blinding pain, but soon, you reached your limit and finally let sweet unconsciousness wash over you.

After Luffy defeated Arlong, Sanji kept himself busy in the kitchen of the Going Merry.

A doctor from Coco Village had extracted all of the wooden shrapnels from your back and stitched your skin back up, then the crew had carried you over to their ship, laying you in one of the beds. The Going Merry was still docked at the village’s port, as its captain was adamant about them not leaving yet until he was sure you were okay.

The cook was now making some hearty onion soup for dinner – he thought at least if the crew saw his red, teary eyes, he could just blame it on the onions.

Sanji did not allow his hands or thoughts to be idle for even one second, otherwise he was going to lose his mind over his worry for you. He aggressively, but precisely, chopped the onions, dumping all of his stress on the poor vegetables.

“She saved your life, you know.”

Sanji’s knife stilled at the green-haired swordsman’s voice.

Zoro was leaning against the kitchen’s doorway, arms folded in front of his chest, “I saw it. That fishman was about to drag your ass underwater – would’ve succeeded too if she hadn’t interfered. You know your kicks would mean nothing against a fishman in his element.”

Sanji’s grip on the knife tightened at the revelation. It was bad enough that you got seriously injured, now he was told that it was because you saved him?

“You should go see her.” Zoro said, his voice unusually soft and civil, unlike the many times they have bickered in the short period that they have known each other, “Talk to her.”

The swordsman faltered, before continuing, “When I was… unconscious after the fight with Mihawk, it was Luffy’s voice that brought me back. I think she would recognize yours, even in her sleep.”

Sanji did not say a thing, merely returning to his chopping, and Zoro left without another word.

Despite his silence, Sanji couldn’t help but feel hopeful as he considered Zoro’s words.

Talk to her.

It was Luffy’s voice that brought me back.

I think she would recognize yours, even in her sleep.

The words constantly replayed in his mind as he caramelized the onions, patiently stirring until they were softened and browned. He deglazed the pot with a bit of white wine, hesitating for a second before knocking back a few large gulps of the alcohol for himself. Sanji did not usually drink on the job, but he couldn’t think of any other way to suppress his growing anxiety. He added some broth to the pot and threw in a mix of herbs and seasoning. With a last taste test – it was perfect, obviously – Sanji left the soup simmering on low heat as he washed his hands, took a deep breath, and finally headed toward the room you were in.

Sanji looked at you, laid on your stomach on the bed. Your head was turned so one side of your cheek met the pillow, allowing for air to enter through your nose. That position couldn’t have been comfortable for you, Sanji thought. Your torso was fully bound in clean cloth dressing. Traces of blood had started staining the pristine white bandages, despite the many stitches that you received on your back. Your lower body was covered with towels soaked in salt water, keeping your scales and fins from drying out.

Sanji dragged a chair to your bedside and sat down.

“Hey, Treasure,” He started tentatively, before choking up and finding himself unable to continue whatever he was going to say. He ran his hands through his blonde hair in frustration, and tears started to well in his eyes as he looked again at your closed eyes and unmoving form.

He took a deep breath to regain his composure, and started again, “Hey. I don’t know if you can hear me… But the mosshead seemed pretty sure this would work.”

He took one of your limp hands and gripped it tightly with his own, “I, uh, I heard you saved my life.”

His voice was shaking when he continued, “I’m still mad at you for secretly following us, don’t get me wrong, and I will never forgive you for putting your life on the line for me… But, thank you. I guess I owe you my life.”

Sanji paused, running out of words to say, but he recalled what Zeff said when it was Zoro who was lying in this very bed not too long ago.

“You have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world. Talk to him. Tell him stories. Sing him sea shanties for all I care.”

Sanji was not particularly versed in any sea shanties, so he decided to tell you a story instead.

“I still remember the day we met you.” He began, “Zeff has probably told you this a thousand times already.”

He smiled fondly at the memory, “We found you in a treasure chest, believe it or not, hidden among the produce crates delivered to the Baratie. Half of the chest was filled with water, and you were so little, splashing around the box as if it was a bathtub.”

“I was shocked, of course. It was the first time – and only time, really – that I ever saw a mermaid. Zeff didn’t seem quite as surprised that you had fins instead of legs. I guess he must’ve encountered mermaids before during his pirating days in the Grand Line.”

“We didn’t know what to do,” Sanji started to draw tender circles on your wrist with his thumb, “You suddenly cried, and I guessed I must’ve made a funny face or something because then you were laughing. And as soon as Zeff heard your laugh, I knew he was smitten and had no choice but to take you in.”

“Who would’ve guessed, huh?” He chuckled softly, “The fearsome Red-Leg Zeff, suddenly having two brats under his care.”

Sanji shook his head and grinned, reminiscing the day he and Zeff had to clean out the huge tank where they kept the restaurant’s stock of live fish and transformed it into your temporary “bedroom”.

He then revealed something he never told you before, “At first, I would get jealous, you know, because Zeff was always so… stern with me. But, with you? Oh, you were his little treasure. He would rave on and on to all the customers too about his precious baby girl.”

He took in your face, which somehow looked even younger than when you were awake, “But, as time went on, I guess you grew on me too, kid.”

Sanji shut his eyes and bowed his head, as if praying to some god he didn’t even know existed, “I can’t lose you, Treasure.”

He was clasping your hand between both of his now, “You’re my little sister… and you’re my best friend. So, I really need you to wake up.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Ji.”

Sanji started as he heard your small voice, hoarse from not being used in the long hours that you were unconscious, “I’m not your best friend, I’m your only friend.”

He burst into tears of relief, grasping your hand so hard that you felt it going numb.

You started to get up, ignoring Sanji’s warning not to. When he knew that you weren’t going to listen to him, he reluctantly helped you maneuver into a sitting position.

Sanji dunked a fresh towel into the bucket of salt water on your bedside and replaced the old one covering your lower body.

“How are you feeling?” He asked you.

You had a light headache, your ribs felt bruised, and your back was still throbbing. “I’ve been better, but I think I’m gonna be okay with a bit more rest.”

Sanji was quiet then, awash with such an immense relief that no words could come out of his mouth. You took this chance to speak up and properly apologize to him.

“I’m sorry for following you.” You told him sincerely, looking right into his eyes, “I was worried, especially since you were heading to the den of the worst pirate in the East. I swear I was just gonna watch from afar and then leave once I knew you got out of there safely. But things suddenly escalated, and I just… couldn’t let you get hurt.”

Sanji flicked your forehead, “That was fucking reckless and you know it.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You sighed, “But since I’m alive, and you’re pretty much unhurt, I guess I don’t have to worry anymore, huh? Looks like you've made some pretty strong new friends.”

The hint of sadness in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Sanji. He reached up and ruffled your hair gently, “You’ll always be my best friend, though. I hope you know that.”

“I know.”

Sanji paused, calculating his next words. He knew that once he relayed his Captain’s offer to you, there would be no taking it back.

“Actually... Luffy offered you a place in his crew. Since you’re here now.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, not expecting the proposition.

“Personally, I don’t think you should take him up on that.” Sanji rambled on quickly, “Being a pirate is dangerous stuff, kiddo, it’s not like the make-believe games we used to play when we were younger. It’s gonna get you hurt like this again and—“

“Sanji.” You stopped him, “I’m not a kid anymore. I can make my own decisions without you telling me what to do.”

Sanji stared at you for a moment, before letting out a long exhale, “You’re right. Of course. I’ll tell Luffy to set sail soon now that you’re awake.”

“No, Sanji.” You said, “I’m going back to Baratie.”

Sanji looked at you in disbelief, “What? Are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes, “I thought you didn’t want me to be a pirate, now you’re second-guessing my decision to go back?”

“Well, I mean, I always thought you wanted to go to the Grand Line.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “You know, to find out more about your heritage, meet other mermaids like you... Maybe even find your parents?”

You shook your head, “What makes you think I want to look for the people who clearly abandoned me, Ji?”

Sanji’s expression at your rhetorical question was one you could not decipher. You placed a hand on his arm and firmly said, “Zeff’s my dad and you’re my brother. That’s all I ever knew and all I’ll ever need.”

He looked a little comforted at your declaration but stayed silent.

“I’ll look after the old man, so don’t worry, okay?” You further reassured him, “Go on your adventures – see the world. And once you find the All Blue, come home and tell us all about it, yeah?”

He smiled and finally nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay.” You nodded back at him, before patting his suit-covered shoulder, “Good talk, bro. Now will you let me get back in the water? I’m shriveling up like a raisin.”

“You’re still hurt–“

“The salt water will let me heal faster, you know that.”

Sanji looked unconvinced, “There’s a doctor – at Coco Village. The one that stitched you up. We should go see him first.”

“Okay, I’ll see him.” You promised. “But, you should go ahead. The Grand Line is waiting. I’m sure your poor crew has wasted a lot of time just waiting for me to wake up.”

“No.” Sanji said decisively, “We’ll take you back to Baratie first.”

“Not a kid anymore.” You reminded him, “I swam all the way here. I can find my way back.”

“You weren’t hurt then.”

“Stop. Worrying.” You emphasized each word with a slap to his arm.

You sighed, “If it makes you feel any better, then I promise I’ll stay around these islands until I feel strong enough to swim back. And I’ll borrow the village’s transponder snail to call Zeff and explain everything. Knowing the old man, he may even come to get me himself.”

Inside, you were cringing, already dreading the scolding that you would receive from your overprotective dad.

Sanji’s eyebrows were still furrowed, his face filled with concern. You took his hand again and squeezed, “I’ll be okay, Sanji.”

A mischievous smirk crept up your lips, “Besides, it’ll be so embarrassing for you to come back to Baratie only days after that tear-jerking goodbye.”

You lowered your voice in a terrible impersonation of him, fake sobbing as you repeated his parting words back to him, “Thank you for putting up with my shit all these years, old man. I’ll never forget you, Zeff!”

Sanji’s face flushed in embarrassment as he slapped you lightly upside the head, “Shut up, you cheeky girl. I don’t sound like that.”

The room was filled with your laughter, and finally, Sanji felt himself becoming slightly more at ease.

“Seriously, I’ll be fine.” You told him one more time for good measure.

“I know.” He smiled as he pinched your cheek affectionately, “You’re my sister after all.”

Sanji got up from his seat and patted your head, “Well, you must be hungry. My soup should be ready right about now. I’ll bring you a bowl, and if you finish all of it, then we’ll see about getting you back in the ocean.”

“Could you–”

“Add a shit-ton of croutons?” He finished your sentence, knowing full well your preference.

At your excited nods, he chuckled and headed to the kitchen,

“Sure, Treasure.”

a/n: ah, this was a fun one to write. i get excited whenever i receive requests for story ideas that normally would not cross my mind! i was aiming for a believable sibling relationship here so i hoped this fic achieved that? also, i rewatched parts of opla when writing this and i may have fallen in love all over again with taz skylar’s sanji askdjskjdl how is he so charming??

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gh0stsp1d3r · 8 months ago

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Maybanks sister

Series masterlist, previous chapter

Chapter 6- you don’t need him

Summary: jj is struggling with the guilt he faces, Rafe and you help each other get through everything as always, and when Jj comes to apologize at tannyhill, how does Rafe feel?

Warnings: small short description of psychical abuse, slightly toxic!rafe, maybe ooc!jj?

“Dad! Dad-“ you shouted, desperately trying to get him off of your brother. Your shout was gut wrenching, your voice cracking and your eyes full of tears.

You finally managed to get him off, and you saw Jj staring at you, his face bloodied. His eyes struggling to stay open.

“Oh my God… Look what you fucking did! Look!” You cried, quickly getting down onto your knees next to JJ, ignoring your father behind you telling you he’s not worth it.

“It’s okay, JJ. It’s okay. You’re fine.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, wiping away the blood on his cheek and the drool that fell when his mouth hung open.

Your tears fell onto JJ, the memory forever engraved into yours and his brain. He was only 15 at that point, it was his birthday. You were 17.

You’d always protected him, always. He felt a strong sense of regret, having to fight the urge to turn back and come back to you, telling you he’s sorry. He was pulled out of the memory when someone came up behind him, a hand on his shoulder.

“You okay, man?” John B asked him, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine.”

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Rafe took you to Tannyhill, the ride was quiet the whole way.

And when he got there, Ward was standing outside, police cars and boats around.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked back at Rafe. He held out an arm, telling you to stay in the car for a moment.

“I just saw Sarah.” Ward told him.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

The next days, during the sentencing for John B, you and Rafe stayed in. He had become anxious, and you were the one to calm him down every time.

He had gotten to the point of multiple panic attacks, asking questions like what if they found out or what if they caught him.

“They won’t. They won’t, Rafe.” You whispered quietly, your hands on his face, and your eyes searching his. He looked down, shaking his head to himself.

When you saw the news that John B was captured and in prison, it had calmed Rafe down a bit. But a part of you felt bad.

That was your brothers friend, your brothers friend who you practically watched grow up with him, your brothers friend who had a crush on you in his awkward acne and braces phase.

You knew that JJ was planning a way to get him out.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

“-They’re gonna eject you to the hospital. You remember cousin Ricky?”

“Cousin Ricky, the weed dealer?”

“He’s an EMT.”

“He sold us our first dime bag.”

“So? You can do both. Gig economy, bro.”

“Jesus.” John B sighed.

“Okay, but step 3 is extraction-“ Jj continued his plan.

“Times up.” Plumb spoke, interrupting the two.

“Yes, ma’am. You gotta trust me on this one.” Jj said, staring at John B. “Nothing to lose now. Eleven PM.” He stood up, and walked out.

He heard talking, when he suddenly saw a familiar face. He turned back, doing a double take, he stared out at the window, stepping closer.

He watched his father play basketball, and began banging on the door.

“Dad! Dad!”

“Let’s go.” Plumb said, grabbing him.

“Dad!”

“Let’s go.” She repeated, peeling him away from the window.

He turned back, his jaw clenched as he walked.

“I see what you did there, Plumb.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

Rafe was speaking to his dad in the living room while you sat on the bed, texting back with your cousin.

You decided to tell him that Luke was in prison. He wasn’t very surprised. And somehow the topic went back to Jj.

“He’s an asshole, you know how he is.”

“I feel bad, tho.” You typed.

“Don’t feel bad, He’ll come back, I mean what’d you do for him to get pissed at you?”

“Pretty bad shit.”

“He’s always off doing pretty bad shit anyways. He’ll come back to you.”

“Hope so. Thanks Ricky.” You typed,

“Anytime.”

You shut off your phone, staring at the ceiling for a moment before you heard something hit the window. A rock.

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your body, then standing up and looking out to see a small figure in the yard. Was that…

“Jj?” You mumbled to yourself, opening up the window. He waved.

“Jesus Christ.” You groaned, shutting the window and quickly gathering your stuff, and heading downstairs.

You opened and shut the door quietly, stepping outside and seeing JJ.

“What the fuck do you want, JJ?” You asked him, walking towards him. He stood, staring at you and back at the house behind you.

His hands were shoved in his pockets.

“You know dads in jail?”

“Yeah… so what?” You told him.

“And you didn’t think to tell me…?”

“I wanted to, J, but I couldn’t have-“

“Why? Why couldn’t you have, y/n?” His voice raising, you put your hand over his mouth.

“If any one of them hear you they’re gonna be fucking pissed. C’mon.” You mumbled, walking away from the house, but he stood there.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked again.

“Because, I thought you would blame me. I just found out not that long ago, and I didn’t know how to tell you.” You spoke, your back to him. You turned around now.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

“Is that why you came? To just say that?”

“No. I’m sorry. I- I said some shit back at the dock… shit I didn’t mean…” he paused. “And I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widened at his words. It was rare for him to apologize like this. It was silent for a little.

“You have to get it, that I just… why him?” He asked, referring to Rafe.

“Because he’s the one who was there for me when no one else was. He was there for me when you weren’t.”

He stayed quiet now.

“But I get why you weren’t. Looking back at it, I haven’t treated you the best either. You’re my younger brother. And I should have protected you more-“

“Don’t.” He spoke up, quietly. “You did-“

“Well, what do we have here? Maybank, don’t you know you’re trespassing?” Rafes voice interrupted, stepping down to the both of you.

You both turned around at the voice.

“I was just on my way, cupcake.” He clicked his teeth, and turned around.

Rafe was behind him quickly, a hand on his shoulder, tightly gripping it.

“Don’t come near here again.” He whispered into his ear. “I will fucking shoot you on sight.”

“Mmm.. I’ll look forward to it. I would love to stay and join your tea party… but I have some other shit to get to.”

“You have some nerve showing up here, JJ.” He shouted when he began to walk away, Jj flipping him off from behind his back.

“Rafe, he was just-“ you began.

“Do I need to remind you that he was the one who made you cry like a fuckin’ baby the other day?” He turned to you now.

You were taken aback at his words. Stepping back as he walked towards you.

“I told you, you don’t need him. Or anyone else.”

“He’s my brother, Rafe…”

“And when has he ever done anything good for you?”

You stayed silent. He walked closer, a small sigh escaping his mouth. You slightly flinched when his hands went up. They made their way to your face, cupping it.

“I’m just trying to protect you, baby. Don’t want you getting anymore hurt than you already have been by him, or anyone else.”

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 1 year ago

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Hi Rin! I've been reading your writings and I've been having the best fun, thanks you for the hard work! Seeing that you are accepting requests I was wondering if you could do a Minho x reader? (Female if possible but ofc if not that's good too!) With reader having a sweet and caring personality and Minho at the beginning scoffing at her bc he thinks everyone is too soft on them but newt and others commenting of him being hyper aware so they tease him saying he has a crush? And then a scene where he starts developing feels and he's like nonono but there's no way out hehe. Hope you have a very lovely day!

This is so cute!!!!!! Thanks for requesting (and waiting 😭) ❤❤

Got a very teenage vibe from this as I was writing, hence the title

Teenage dream

Minho x fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse, before Thomas)

Notes: this is more of a Minho pov fic? Hope that's ok :))) Kinda switches back to reader at the end though

Warnings: vomit tw, language, reader's drunkness levels change drastically within minutes, ALSO TEENAGE AWKWARDNESS TO THE MAX, I swear Minho has better game in my other fics, he's just a silly sweet guy here lmao

"Light 'em up!"

Minho stands back as the other boys throw their stakes into the bonfire, watching you giggle at their raucous cheers from across the Glade, an involuntary smile rising on his face.

Before long, the party's in full swing; meaning everyone is now yet again horribly, stupidly drunk.

Minho, as usual, has only had a bit of Gally's concoction, and is idly chatting with Ben as he hears a loud crash.

"What the..."

He leaves Ben, jogging over to the scene to see... of course.

It's you, the two-months-in newbie, and you're sprawled out on the ground in a mess of barrels that have been knocked down, potatoes spilling everywhere.

Your arms are tangled with Newt's- Newt? and you're both laughing, harder than Minho's seen Newt laugh in a while.

"We- the potatoes. The potatoes," Newt manages to say, gasping between cackles.

"Eh. Problem for tomorrow," you sing, extracting yourself from the barrels and potatoes that are now all over the ground.

"Here," says Minho, containing his eyeroll and stepping forward to offer Newt an arm.

"Thanks, man."

Minho tugs Newt up, and yep, he's plastered cause Newt flies up and stumbles forward, crashing into an amused Jeff and nearly sending them both tumbling down.

You stand beside Newt, body folding in laughter as you reach out to grab his arm.

"What's going on?" Alby's voice cuts through the chaos.

You wobble over to him, grabbing one of his hands and clasping it between both of yours in a praying motion. "Sorry, Albs. We'll clean it up in the morning, promise."

"Yeah, you better," says Alby, and his voice is stern but Minho can see the smile reaching his eyes.

What the hell? What happened to their strict leader?

"Thanks, leader man," you say with a grin, patting his chest and giving him a cheesy thumbs up.

Suddenly shouts sound out nearby, and Minho turns to see someone staggering around before turning and throwing up right onto a tabletop.

"Dammit, Ben," mutters Jeff, pinching the bridge of his nose and rushing over.

"Did someone throw up?" Minho hears you ask, before you jog over, veering slightly off to the side as you run.

He sighs and follows you, to where the Gladers are standing around Ben making various ew and gross sounds as if they don't have someone chuck up at least every couple months.

"I ain't cleaning this up for you," Minho tells Ben as he helps him up.

"The whole damn table is gonna stink for months," groans Jeff, looking over the table the Medjacks lent for the bonfire.

"Sorry," mumbles Ben, his words slurring slightly.

"It's alright," you say comfortingly, grabbing a piece of wood you got from god knows where and scraping the stuff into a bin.

"Hey, strong men," you call. "Grab this table and go spray it at the hose."

"Sorry," repeats Ben.

Minho sighs, and shakes his head. "Not your fault you're a lightweight," he says light-heartedly, punching his friend in the arm gently.

He watches as you wash your hands quickly before grabbing a cup of water and bringing it over to Ben.

"Here," you say, handing it to him. "Don't worry, the table's fine. Worst case we'll use it as firewood for next time."

You trip slightly as you step back, and Minho shoots out an arm to grab your waist before he even knows what he's doing. "Alright?" he asks.

You grin, patting his arm. "Guess I'm not as steady as I thought I was."

"Oh really," Minho lifts an eyebrow. "You thought you were steady when you fell into three barrels of potatoes?"

"Ya know, the one time that happens..."

"You mean, just now?"

"Yeah, that one time,"

"Stop with this couples banter," groans Ben. "My head hurts."

"Hungover and drunk at the same time," you say, nodding so sympathetically Minho genuinely can't tell if you're acting or not. "Here, let's get you to bed."

⭒----⭒

"Every month we manage to top the last month's mess," announces Alby, sitting on a table as he addresses the Gladers, most of whom are still waking up and groaning.

He throws out orders for each group, eyes shut and massaging his temples as he speaks, before he gets to; "Y/n, Newt. Gardeners."

"Minho and I already packed up the potatoes from yesterday," begins Alby, and Minho warms as he feels your eyes on him.

"Some of them were crushed under the barrels," Alby continues. "We lost some supplies."

You bite your lip, looking up nervously. You exchange a glance with Newt, and you're wearing identical guilty expressions.

Alby rolls his eyes. "Like scolded children, both of you. Just get to your jobs, go on."

"Thanks mate," says Newt, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

"Yeah, thanks Alby." You give him a little sheepish smile before leaving.

"I'll check on our leftover supplies," says Newt. "Minho, come with?"

"Wh- sure," says Minho, following behind.

⭒----⭒

"Something on your mind?" asks Newt, shifting some food barrels around.

"You're all too soft on her," mumbles Minho, crossing his arms.

"What's that?"

"You, all of you. With Y/n. You shouldn't be letting her get away with things just cause she smiles, or reward her cause she does one tiny nice thing."

Newt turns around, an amused expression on his face, which is infuriating but also extremely worrying.

"What," snaps Minho.

"Nothing," says Newt, all innocent. "What do you mean 'get away with'?"

"Like just then," says Minho. "She got drunk at the bonfire and made a whole mess, then what? Just flirted her way out of trouble? That's bullshit right there."

"I was with her, I made that mess too."

"You weren't the one who fell into the barrels," Minho fires back.

"And how would you know that? You must've been watching her pretty closely." Newt's full on grinning now, hands on his hips in mock sternness.

Minho deflects. "Whatever, she shouldn't get away with making a mess like that."

"Mate, everyone gets shucking plastered at the bonfires. Don't tell me you've been blind to Zart passing out on the ground every month or how Ben can hardly get through his morning runs."

"I mean, yeah, but people don't knock whole barrels of crop over."

"Winston damn near fell into the fire last month."

"That's different," insists Minho.

"Fine," says Newt, sighing. "Can we go back to when you said she flirts her way out of trouble?"

Minho freezes. "...what?"

"Go on then," says Newt, grin stretching on his face. "What'd you mean?"

Minho averts his gaze, uncharacteristically conflicted. "Ya know, just like... how she had her hands all over Alby last night, when he should've been yelling at her or something."

Newt raises an eyebrow, tilting his head at Minho. "What, did you want her to get in trouble?"

"No! Of course not," protests Minho. "Just- in general, it's not fair. To flirt like that and... you know," he finishes weakly.

"That's not flirting mate, she's just an affectionate drunk."

"Yeah... Whatever."

"You know," begins Newt. "One of these days you'll understand, and the rest of us'll be here, laughing our damn asses off at you."

Minho scrunches up his face, confused.

Newt laughs, tossing an arm around his friend. "Give it time, you'll get it."

⭒----⭒

It's a month later, after the next bonfire, that someone finally has the courage to tell it straight to Minho.

" -and people think she's like, the greatest soul to bless the Glade. It's stupid. The other day, she helped Gally carry something, ya know, cause his shoulder was shucked, and I swear, the whole of the Builders had stars in their eyes." Minho huffs, rolling his eyes.

"And," he continues. "She looks after Greenies like they're incapable of walking. Then suddenly everyone loves her?"

"Everyone loves Newt," Ben points out. "Why aren't you getting all pissed about him?"

"I'm not pissed," argues Minho. "I'm just observing... stating. People give her credit for just being a vaguely decent human being."

"Minho. You sound insane. You're literally listing good things, and twisting them into... whatever bullshit point you're trying to make."

Ben continues. "Y/n is a decent human being. She's kind, caring, better than the rest of us assholes at accommodating the newbies. She helps people out. Is that so bad?"

"I mean, no... but-,"

"But nothing!" interrupts Ben. "Why are you so obsessed, anyway? Haven't you given some thought into why you're hyperaware of her every move?"

"Oi! Are you telling him?" Newt's voice rings out from across the empty dining hall.

"Yes," says Ben, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Cause this is exhausting."

"Shuckin' finally," says Newt, clapping Ben on the shoulder as he slides into the bench beside him. "Someone needed to do it soon."

"What," snaps Minho.

"You have a crush," says Ben, tugging on his hair exasperatedly. "A stupid schoolyard crush- which I don't even have memory of, but you're just so, so-"

"What Ben is trying to say," interrupts Newt. "Is that you like Y/n."

"What? No, I-"

"And," Ben cuts in. "Somewhere in that thick head of yours, your lovey-dovey feelings are fighting with your denial and causing this." He gestures vaguely towards Minho.

"I don't know what you're talking about," retorts Minho.

"Of course not," says Ben flatly. "But now that we've told you, it should only be a matter of time."

"I mean..." Newt struggles for a second, before giving up, shoulders sagging. "Yeah, Ben's summed it up pretty well."

⭒----⭒

A crush? There's no way. Minho frowns to himself, lost in thought as he walks out of the shower block.

The Glade is in the best time of the day right now. It's when everyone's wrapping up the day's work and hitting the showers, before waiting around for dinner.

Minho's showered early today, so the dining area just has a few people idly sitting around chatting. He nods at Newt, who makes eye contact with him across the dining area and starts walking over.

Newt stops though, as someone else slides into the bench across from Minho. It's you.

Minho widens his eyes at Newt, who simply grins and turns to sit somewhere else.

Fine. Minho sighs internally, turning to you. "Y/n, hey."

"Hey," you greet, flicking your hair back. You've got a small towel resting on your shoulders to keep your clothes dry while your hair's still wet. Minho notes this information for no particular reason.

"Listen," you say, leaning forward intently. Pretty. The thought crosses Minho's mind without his consent. You look clean, fresh out of the shower, sunset casting your face in a warm glow. Nope, no way this is happening.

"Uh Minho, ya with me?"

" 'course," he responds quickly. "What's up?"

You grin, clearly seeing through him, but you continue anyway. "So, Ben tells me the forest around the Runners' hut is really pretty. Flowers and all. Is that true?"

"Yeah," says Minho. "The pond is nice too."

You hum, nodding in thought. "Take me sometime?"

"Yeah, sure," says Minho.

You know what, shuck it.

"Do you wanna go now?" he offers, resolve clicking inside him.

Minho's heart picks up at your smile, beaming at him. "Yeah, let's go."

⭒----⭒

"I can't believe you've never been here," says Minho, standing with his hands in his pockets as you wander around the forest.

"I can't believe no one ever brought me here," you reply. "It's beautiful."

"Yeah..." He trails off, watching you bend and smile at some purple orchids. "...beautiful." Fuck.

"Can I be honest with you, Minho?" he hears you ask.

"Of course," he responds, leaning on a tree.

"I was kinda worried," you begin, still looking down at the orchids. "That you didn't like me, or something."

Minho's eyebrows fly up. "Wh-"

"I just- I wanted to clear it up. Cause you seem like a cool person, and I'd like for us to be... friends." You sound uncertain, and Minho feels like an absolute shit.

"No!" As your head whips up, he hastily continues, "I mean, yes, of course, just-"

He groans. "It's my fault, I'm just- I was stupid. An idiot, actually. I've been-"

You've got a confused expression as Minho huffs out a frustrated sigh. "It wasn't anything like... what you're thinking. I just had some other feelings- thoughts, in the way. And I guess it came off like I didn't like you. But I do. I like you a lot," he admits.

You let out a soft laugh. "I'm glad. I didn't want it to be," you gesture vaguely. "Ya know."

Minho smiles, and seems to shake himself slightly, nodding towards a tree near the Runner's hut. "Come check out these ones."

He leads you to a tree with white flowers peeking through the leaves.

"Hey, Minho."

"Yeah?"

"What'd you mean 'other feelings'?"

Um. "What?" He asks nervously.

"You said there were 'other feelings' in the way. What did that mean?"

"Just... in general," he says weakly. "Feelings, thoughts. Etcetera."

You frown slightly at him, confused, but you're distracted as he reaches up to the tree.

"These're Ben's pride and joy," he says idly, plucking one of the flowers. "A damn pain to grow at first, but now they just bloom on their own."

You swallow as he turns to you, holding up the flower.

"Here."

Your heart beats fast as he steps into your space, and tucks the flower into your hair, behind your ear.

Neither of you move. Minho's hand is still hovering at your cheek, your face tilted up to meet his eyes, open and earnest.

Oh. Oh.

You break first, ducking your head down. "So, uh-"

"Yeah," says Minho, hand rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously.

He takes a deep breath. "So I, uh- I don't know what I'm doing, like... at all. Ya know, Ben and Newt had to sit me down and... whatever. I just- I like you," he confesses in a rush. "And I know I've done a shucked job of showing it, but I really, really like you."

You huff out a laugh, incredulous. "Minho, I like you too. That's mostly why I wanted to get closer to you."

"Oh," says Minho. "Well... do you think we could go on a date sometime? Maybe here, with the flowers. We could do dinner?"

You smile. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great," says Minho, grinning in a way he knows looks stupid (he doesn't care). "Cool.

"I guess we should be getting back, then." Minho gestures back to where the Glade is probably eating dinner now.

"Yeah," you agree, starting off behind him.

"Minho?" He turns at your voice, looking down at the hand you've extended, palm-up.

As he puts his arm out in the same way, slightly confused, you slip your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. You see his wide grin as you glance to your side.

"Hey, Y/n, think that date can be tomorrow?"

"Yes, absolutely."

Went full teenager throwback for this one - the awkwardness is tangible

Thanks for reading <3 Requests are open as always :)

#the maze runner #minho x reader #tmr minho x reader #tmr minho #my writing

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Bleed American - Wyatt Walker ("Ida Red" 2021) x Fem OC

* Part 1 : Salt *

I'm taking a short break from my Cooper Abbott fic to indulge in another Hartnett character that I had actually started writing for before I watched Trap. This is canon divergent from the last, oh, 30 minutes of the movie (where Ida gets paroled as agreed upon, so Wyatt and Dallas don't have to do the violent plane theft job, and Dallas doesn't have to die, and Wyatt doesn't have to go to prison 💙). Feel free to check out my Josh Hartnett masterlist for all my writing of his characters so far. Comments and reblogs with unique are very appreciated (I'm sorry if I don't respond, I do see them and read them all and they give me about the only serotonin I have left these days). Gif is mine .Also...I really hate onions.

(( word count ~ 6,800 ))

“I'm...I know, I'm sorry, just...can't you just come pick me up?” Darla whined into the phone, to her older brother, knowing that calling up her so-called 'mom' or 'dad' was more than she was ready to deal with, after the events of the night so far. She glanced over to the woman at her side, sitting on the edge of the stage, an apologetic look on her face as she waited for the voice on the other end to speak up. After a few moments, she started nodding, spewing thank you's and more sorry's, and disconnected the call, letting out a breath. “My brother an' my uncle are gonna come pick me up,” she confirmed as she slipped her phone into her pocket. “I'm sorry for makin' you wait.”

“It's okay...I just wanna make sure you get home safe.”

* * *

“Alright, baby girl, I can't wait to hear an explanation,” Wyatt Walker's voice rang out as he stepped into the mostly empty building, his uncle, Dallas Walker, at his back, the two of them glancing around for signs of life.

“I didn't do nothin' wrong,” Darla vocalized her defense, Wyatt and Dallas following her voice until they reached the main room of the establishment, featuring a bar, several tables pushed back toward the walls, and a small stage for live music, serving as a perch for Darla, and a young woman neither of her relatives had ever laid eyes on.

“No, 'course not, someone else-” Dallas spoke up, but Darla's nervous voice piped up again.

“Ask Lex, she'll tell you! I didn't...it wasn't my fault,” she huffed, crossing her arms and looking to the non-relative at her side for back-up. “Lex?”

Wyatt and Dallas both directed their dark eyes to the stranger, who suddenly looked quite nervous herself. “I...well, it's true,” Lex uttered, and Darla threw her arms up as if that were the end of the conversation, hopping off the edge of the stage and walking toward one of the tables to grab her bag, leaving the stranger alone with the two men before her. Dallas watched as she wandered away, his gaze quickly gravitating toward the bar, which he began to approach, leaving his nephew alone with the stranger.

“Lex, huh?” Wyatt spoke up as he eyed her casually, reaching his hand out, and carefully grasping hers when she took it and hopped down.

“Alexandria,” she mumbled, her eyes darting toward the teenage girl as she snagged a bar stool and sat upon it to grab a beer she was definitely not legally old enough to drink next to her uncle, who grabbed a bottle of the same.

“Alexandria,” Wyatt repeated, nodding as she extracted her hand from his, and following her as she walked across the empty room to join the other two. “So what excitement did we miss tonight that you couldn't call your mama about-”

“She ain't my mama-” Darla murmured, and Wyatt closed his eyes, his expression becoming momentarily tense as he sat down.

“You know what I mean,” he answered, but his gruff demeanor quickly faltered as he glanced at his little sister. He couldn't stay mad at her, not for much of anything. “Well, we ain't gonna get the truth outta this one,” he declared, shifting his gaze instead to the new acquaintance. “How 'bout you?”

Lex opened her mouth briefly before closing it again without a noise. She hadn't expected a conversation, just a confirmation that the girl was in safe hands so she could head back to her motel room.

“Well, damn, Wyatt, you're makin' her nervous,” Dallas spoke up, and Lex followed the voice to the man farthest from her. “What was your name, sweetheart?” he asked, reaching out a hand that Lex tentatively grasped.

“Lex,” she mumbled, and the eldest of the quartet nodded.

“Well, I'm Dallas, I'm Darla's uncle, and this is Wyatt, her brother. He ain't usually this rude,” he concluded, and Wyatt let out an audible breath. “Why don't you tell us what went down?”

“Well...,” Lex began again, licking her uncomfortably dry lips, not even slightly more at ease than she had been before she knew their names. “We were on stage-”

“We?” Wyatt asked immediately.

“Yeah, my band and I-”

“You're in a band?” Dallas inquired, surprised, though he supposed the vibrantly dyed purple hair and calloused hand he'd shaken made more sense in retrospect.

“Yeah, we suck. Anyway,” she continued before she could be cut off again, “we were playing, and I saw this girl,” she quickly indicated Darla, “getting groped by some guy in the crowd, and it was pretty obvious she wasn't about it, so I stopped the show and had security pull him on stage, and...”

There was silence for a few seconds before Wyatt's voice sounded, repeating her last word, “And?”

“And, I...tased him in the crotch,” she admitted, shrugging her shoulders at the male grunts on either side of her.

“Twice,” Darla added, Wyatt looking to his youngest sister, Dallas taking another swig of beer.

“I asked him if he knew how old she was, and he said something about how she was dressed, and it was pretty clear the message hadn't sunk in,” she continued, “so I electrocuted him until he couldn't stand up.”

“Well, that's...not what I expected,” Dallas declared, setting his bottle down, glancing to the musician, and his nephew beside her. “And where's this guy now?”

“Um...no idea? But, uh...” she paused, shifting her weight on the stool and reaching into one of her back pockets to pull out a government-issued piece of plastic, and placing it in Dallas' hand when he reached out for it. “I snagged his license, in case she decided to press charges, after all, and I asked security to remove him. I figured it was safest for Darla, here,” she acknowledged, reaching to grasp the teenager's hand, “if she had someone trustworthy come pick her up, just in case.” She heard the seat beside her squeak under the brother's weight, and glanced his way reflexively.

“Well, that's awfully upstanding of you,” he drawled, his face seeming a bit kinder than it had the last time she'd looked his way.

“Well, we...try to make sure wherever we play if a safe space for the girls and the gays, so...” she shrugged again, finding it harder this time to look away from him.

“Well, on behalf of the girls, and, uh...” he motioned to his uncle, who raised his beer in acknowledgment, before taking another drink, “ the gays, that's much appreciated.”

Lex glanced Dallas' way and let out a light chuckle, eyes drifting back to Darla, who seemed more at ease after the vocal explanation. “Well, anyway, you're here now, and I'm sure she's in good hands, and I really should be go-”

“Well, hold up, now. Where do you think you're going,” Wyatt cut in before Dallas could, the two men clearly on the same page as they caught each other's gaze.

“...Away?” Lex hedged, easing off her bar stool.

“Nah, we can't have that,” Wyatt stated as he reached out, snagging a belt loop on her jeans with one finger. “You saved our girl, here. Least we can do is buy you dinner,” he offered, though with his digit clinging to the loop at her hip, it seemed more like a demand. “You hungry? Dallas, you hungry? Darla?”

“Starved,” Dallas declared, Darla nodding, looking to Lex for her answer.

“I...I guess.”

* * *

“Are they always that intense?” Lex asked the teen at her side as she drove behind Dallas' car, toward the 24-hour diner they had suggested, having declined the offer to ride along in the same vehicle as both of the men.

“I guess...I mean, not really...sorta,” Darla mumbled, playing with the charm on her necklace as she watched their surroundings from the passenger seat. “Dallas is always kinda crazy...Wyatt was actin' kinda weird, though,” she admitted.

“Like he expected you to be the cause of the trouble?” Lex ventured, glancing briefly to her side, before her gaze flitted back to the road.

Darla let out a soft laugh before answering, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You run to them for help a lot?”

“Wyatt, mostly. He was my favorite uncle, and then I found out he's actually my brother, and...it's just confusin', I guess. He still backs me up, though,” Darla continued. “He ain't mean, or nothin'. I think he's just been stressed out. Guess I ain't exactly helpin'.” The conversation dwindled to a mostly comfortable silence as Lex's car continued to follow Dallas', the restaurant finally coming into view, to her relief.

* * *

“Ah, not the salad. Don't tell me you're one of those girls,” Dallas chided as Lex flipped through the menu and landed in the health-conscious section of the laminated booklet. “Get some meat on them bones, girl!”

“Do you have any idea how much fast food I get stuck eating on the road? I am cheeseburger-ed out,” she retorted, glancing to the elder of the two men, before returning to the description to figure what she'd need to have left out. She wasn't about to sit and pick out onions from her greens in front of these people.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled, taking a swig of beer from a new bottle provided by the diner, another reason she'd chosen not to ride with the men.

Somehow, she'd managed to find herself in the middle of a round booth, in much the same layout of group members from the bar : Wyatt, herself, Darla and Dallas. How it kept happening this way, she wasn't sure, and regardless of how obnoxiously handsome both of these men were, she couldn't shake her discomfort.

“You spend a lot of time on the road?” Wyatt spoke up, and Lex glanced his way before shifting her eyes back to the menu. His presence had felt intimidating in the shadowy bar that doubled as her band's venue for the night, but in the florescent light of the diner, he was even harder to look away from. It took a conscious effort not to stare, and his arms outstretched, resting along the upholstered edge of the booth seating, and nearly at the back of her neck, wasn't helping.

“We mostly do local venues, but when we leave the city, we try to schedule as many stops as we can to get the most out of the trip,” she answered, taking a drink of water.

“And what's local?” he continued, reaching with the hand not inches from her shoulder to push his hair out of his face.

“Um...Oklahoma City,” she confirmed, and he nodded, as did Dallas.

“ 'Bout a hundred miles away,” the older of the two acknowledged, and she nodded. “How you like it, down there?”

“I don't,” Lex uttered immediately, which earned her glances from both men, before the entire table lifted their gaze at the approaching, elderly waitress, each guest proceeding to rattle off their order, ending with Lex, who specified what she did and didn't want on her salad, and feeling the eyes on her from the inhabitants of the table, finishing off her order with, “and a banana shake.” After the waitress disappeared again, Lex glanced to Dallas' smirking face. “Happy?” He shrugged in response.

“Sure...I'm gonna judge you on those onions though-”

“My mother made it her mission to put onions in almost everything she could, okay? I hate them. I'll always hate them, and you can't make me feel bad about it,” she cut in defensively, Dallas' smirk widening, Wyatt remaining silent as his limbs shifted slightly, his tanned arm brushing against her neck, the ends of her purple ponytail tickling his skin.

“Alright!” Dallas exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defense. “So, anyway...what's it like, being a rock star?” he inquired, receiving an eye roll from Lex, though Darla's attention perked up at the question.

“I...couldn't tell you,” Lex admitted with a small laugh, shaking her head slightly.

“Not the fake modestly,” Dallas protested, but Lex shook her head, firm in her convictions.

“No, really...I mean, you saw how tiny that stage was, right? How small that venue was? No, if you wind up at one of our shows, it's probably by accident,” Lex explained, taking another drink.

“Well...you look the part, at least,” Wyatt suddenly spoke up, and Lex felt his hand graze the back of her neck, playing at the ends of her dyed hair.

“Yeah, I guess,” Lex murmured, unsure how she felt about the physical attention. He still unnerved her, maybe even more than the older man at the other end of the booth.

“So...” Dallas spoke up again, his eyes shifting to his nephew, and back to the new acquaintance, “what's the deal? Can't play your instruments of somethin'?”

“Because we're a girl band?” Lex asked suddenly, head tilting, eyes slightly narrowed. “Because girls can't play their instruments?” When Dallas shrugged, she shook her head slightly and relaxed more fully against the upholstered seating, Wyatt's arm drifting back around the edge again, the nape of her neck against his sleeve. “We currently have three guys, and me, by the way. I'm the only girl.”

“Currently?” Wyatt's voice again.

“Yeah, that's, uh...that's kinda part of the problem. We're constantly losing and gaining and swapping members. I think I've been with them the longest at this point. We mostly do covers, though, so it doesn't really matter who's playing or singing or whatever,” she finished.

“And that doesn't bother you?” Wyatt asked suddenly, Lex turning to look in his direction, to the chocolate brown eyes that hid in the shadow of his brow.

“Um...some days, I suppose. I guess I...I was never really a songwriter. I mostly just wanted to learn to play the songs I already loved, from other bands. Certainly not itching to get famous or anything.”

* * *

The conversation carried on steadily until their meals came, and a mostly comfortable silence filled their corner of the diner as they ate, Dallas and Wyatt finally shifting some down the booth so everyone could stretch their arms and eat comfortably. In the midst of finishing their meals, Lex cleared her throat and mumbled an “excuse me”, indicating for Wyatt to move so she could exit the booth, the younger man slipping out and stepping around to the other side to sit by his uncle until she returned. As soon as she slipped through the women's bathroom door, Lex put her weight against it, and the back of her shirt slid against the glossy wood until she sat on the tile floor, taking a deep breath.

When she'd pulled the creep on stage to humiliate him and zap him with her taser-like stun gun, she never expected the rest of her evening to turn into this. She certainly had no regrets in saving Darla, of course, as she'd hope that anyone on stage who saw such behavior would do the same, but...she had not signed up for this, sitting at a table in some secluded diner in the middle of the night with a couple of 'good ol' boys'. Regardless of how admittedly attractive both of them were, they were intense and intimidating, and she had not felt comfortable since the moment they'd walked into the venue that night. “Just a little longer...it's almost over, I'm almost free,” she mumbled to herself as she sat with her face in her hands, cross-legged on the floor. She wondered briefly how much charge was left in her little stun gun.

Deciding she might as well make the most of her time away from the group, she quickly used the facilities and rinsed off her face, swished some water around in her mouth to loosen any spare bits from the salad, checking her reflection, taking her hair down to redo it...and wondering why she was taking the time to groom herself at all, given the situation. With a last glance in the mirror, she stepped toward the door and pulled it open, and nearly yelped at what she found waiting for her.

“Jesus, fuck, what is with you two?!” she exclaimed in as hushed a tone as she could manage, confronted with Wyatt, waiting just outside the door in the narrow hallway.

“You were gone so long-” he began in his cool demeanor, but she quickly cut him off.

“And?! I don't...I don't fucking know you. I haven't done anything to you, or your uncle, or your sister. I did a nice thing, and ever since you two showed up, I feel like I'm being sized up and interrogated and shit,” she huffed, letting out the frustration she'd kept locked inside the last few hours. “What is with all this,” Lex continued, looking around to make sure there weren't more strangers approaching, “all this intimidation crap?”

Wyatt slumped against the wall behind him, though it put little distance between them, watching her thoughtfully. “Didn't realize I was-”

“Really?” Lex challenged, reaching for his waist to snag a finger around his belt loop and giving it a tug, as he had done to her at the bar. “Grabbing me like this, and hovering and touching me, that doesn't...” her words faltered as he dipped his chin to drop his gaze from her eyes to his waist, where she gripped his jeans, staring for several seconds before he extended his own hand to carefully grasp hers and draw it away.

“You're right,” he admitted, running his free hand over his chin and cheek to scratch lightly at the facial hair that decorated his skin. “It's, uh...it's been a tough year, and I suppose it's made it hard to trust people, and my own instincts. And that's got nothin' t' do with you,” he explained, running his thumb absently over her knuckle. “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It weren't my intention. I guess it's just...habit,” Wyatt continued, and Lex's gaze finally shifted from their connected hands, up to his face again, his pretty brown eyes framed by those charming brows. “Can we start over?”

* * *

Another half hour had passed by the time Dallas stood up to give his arms a stretch, glancing over at Wyatt and shifting his head to indicate the younger man follow him, the two of them leaving the booth to walk across the diner, toward the register to pay the bill.

“He ain't with nobody,” Darla whispered as soon as she presumed them out of earshot, and a smile spread across Lex's lips, shaking her head as she let out a breath of amusement.

“I wasn't planning on asking,” she answered, glancing over at the two men, oddly huddled together, as if in a secret conversation of their own.

“Oh, come on. You two've been making eyes at each other since...well, at least since you got back from the bathroom,” Darla protested, but Lex continued to dismiss her.

“We live a hundred miles apart-”

“So?” the teenager's voice took on a whiny tone in protest.

“And he's gotta be close to twenty years older than me-”

“Sooo?” Darla continued, as if she were speaking to one of her schoolmates.

“Annnd...” Lex whined back, a little exasperated. “We don't even know each other.”

“Well, I can give you his phone number,” Darla offered eagerly, and Lex put her elbows on the table, her face in her hands, covering her eyes as she leaned forward.

Meanwhile, across the diner, Dallas leaned on his own elbows against the varnished surface of the bar counter, his voice hushed as Wyatt leaned against the same counter at his side.

“She sure is somethin',” the older man muttered, staring at a rogue menu, considering whether of not to get a dessert to go.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Wyatt answered, staring at nothing in particular.

“I noticed you noticin',” Dallas responded, thumbing through the laminated pages. “So, you want me to...pop outside and kick her taillight in or somethin'?” When Wyatt finally looked directly at him with an indignant stare, Dallas continued. “She can't go home with a busted taillight...someone's gotta fix it so she don't get pulled over...and damned if you don't just happen to own an auto shop-”

“Yeah, Dallas, I get your meaning. I'm not an idiot,” he answered, shaking his head. “And how exactly do you think that's gonna look after the night we've had?”

“Hey, I'm not the one that decided to spend half the night acting like a dick-”

“Fuck,” Lex's voice sounded from across the diner, and both men shifted their gaze in the girls' direction.

“What's wrong?” Darla piped up, sliding out of the booth and walking toward Lex, standing directly in front of the glass entrance door. Heavy rain drops plopped down from the sky, soaking everything in sight, coating the windows of the cars in the parking lot and giving them a sheen of fog. Dallas and Wyatt had crossed the restaurant by the time she answered.

“My windshield wipers are...pretty much useless,” she huffed, leaning her forehead against the glass, water vapor collecting where she breathed against it. “I didn't exactly plan to be out until...fuck, almost 2am,” she sighed as she looked at her phone. She knew rain was on the way, she just thought she'd be able to beat it, easily.

Wyatt and Dallas were already exchanging glances by the time Darla's voice sounded again. “Well, Wyatt's got an auto shop just a couple miles away,” she explained, and Lex lifted her forehead from the glass to turn and glance over her shoulder at the two Walker men who had gathered.

* * *

“Thanks for this,” Lex mumbled as she watched the rain through the passenger window of her car, Wyatt in the driver's seat, having split up from Dallas, who'd agreed with absolutely no complaints to take Darla home.

“It's nothin',” Wyatt answered, tempted to sneak a glance at the young woman beside him, but thinking better of it with the rain coming down as hard as it was, the rubber squeegees of the wipers uselessly flopping around like spaghetti noodles as they swiped noisily across the windshield. “You saved our girl...that's worth a lot more than a salad and a milkshake.”

Lex was quiet for several moments before she spoke up again, leaning her head to the side against the upholstery of her seat. “I half expected you to lecture me for letting them get this bad,” she confessed.

“Yeah...you get this one, lecture free. I'm not your daddy. Just don't let the new ones...what?” he glanced over for the briefest second when he noticed an odd expression on her face in the periphery of his vision. She shook her head, but continued her silence. “Did I say something funny?”

“Don't worry about it,” she mumbled, glancing out the window again, a crooked smile on her lips.

True to Darla's word, not ten minutes of driving passed before Wyatt's combination auto shop and car lot came into view, Wyatt pulling in when he was near enough and driving around the back to the dock doors, Lex breathing a sigh of relief.

“See? Told you I'd get you there. I ain't got an umbrella though...can't promise you won't get wet,” he stated as he got out of the parked car and closed the door behind him, walking around the front as Lex watched him, stepping out when he opened the passenger door. “What?” he asked as he glanced briefly to her face, but stating nothing else as she followed him with narrowed eyes back around the other side to the front door. When they stepped inside, Wyatt quickly locked the door behind himself, and walked past her as she stared at him, wandering toward his office. He stopped suddenly in his tracks at the unmistakable sound of angry electricity, swerving around to look upon the young woman, still situated near the front door, grasping the device she'd zapped the creep at the concert with, earlier.

“Just testing it,” she stated simply, sliding it back into the purse she carried.

“Right...how about you find a place to sit and get comfortable, and I'll get your car in here and take a look,” he offered, wary of the small but powerful weapon, resuming his walk toward his office. Lex didn't take a step until he'd disappeared from view.

* * *

“So what do you do, when you're not playing, uh...what was it you said you played?” Wyatt's voice rang through the shop as he gathered various tools and bottles of fluid, the wipers swapped out for new ones without issue.

“A little bit of everything, mostly bass though...I didn't ask you to do that,” Lex spoke up as she realized her car was slowly rising into the air, Wyatt activating jacks underneath.

“No, you didn't...but your oil is filthy,” the mechanic declared, drawing out the dipstick to show her, Lex waving her hand as she approached.

“That's okay, I believe you,” she mumbled, putting her hands on her waist as she watched him pull up a rolling board to lie on and disappear beneath her car. Before he even touched metal with his hands, he felt himself being pulled back out, and he found the musician crouched beside him when he reappeared, her hand firm on the molded plastic his weight lay upon. “Why are you doing this?”

“Like I said, your oil is-”

“Good enough to get me home,” she cut him off, shifting her legs until she sat on the cement floor beside him. “I'm grateful for the new wipers, but you don't need to do all this.”

“It's really no big deal,” Wyatt shrugged, and vanished again when Lex loosened her grip.

“So, is this what passes for flirting up here? Topping off a girl's fluids?” she asked, leaning forward to balance her elbow on her leg, her cheek against her palm as she glanced around at her surroundings.

“You make it sound so dirty,” Wyatt's voice floated out from underneath the car.

“I saw your finger nails, you're way past dirty,” she mumbled, sliding back a bit when the little wheels beneath his body began to move and he reappeared before her, fresh grease stains on his cheek and forehead. “Definitely dirty,” she observed, but her smile was a pleasant and welcome sight to behold. “Do you need anything?”

Wyatt looked thoughtful, and he stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out some change, dimes and half a dozen quarters. “Why don't you go grab a drink from the vending machine.”

“That's not what I meant-”

“I know what you meant. I've got this handled, darlin', you just relax.” When she wandered off for a few minutes, and reemerged, it wasn't the sound of a can opening that met his ears, but a box full of something loose inside. “What'd you get?”

“Sour Patch Kids,” Lex declared, tearing at the thin cardboard as Wyatt slid out into view again. “What?”

“You took my Sour Patch Kids?” he asked, and she glanced down at the box. “Those are my favorites.”

“You gave me the money,” she mumbled, easing open the plastic bag inside and dumping a few pieces into her own hand.

“I said a drink,” he reminded, but there was no edge in his voice, or on his face. “Everybody around here knows the Sour Patch Kids are mine.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn't keep them in the vending machine,” she shrugged, watching as he started to reach for the box in her hands. “No, your hands are gross...here.” She plucked a piece out of the bag and hovered it over his lips, which he immediately parted, accepting the tangy treat. “Are you about done under there?”

Wyatt chewed briefly and swallowed, turning his head to glance back at her elevated car. “I guess I'm just stallin',” he finally admitted.

Lex nodded and glanced up at her car, freshly serviced and in much better shape to hit the road. “Yeah, I kinda guessed that.”

“You gotta drive home tonight?” he inquired suddenly, and something about the question felt more like a sort of invitation. She dipped her slender fingers into the box and drew out another piece of candy, offering it to him when he opened his mouth again.

“In the morning. I have a motel room, tonight...that I will be going back to, alone,” she clarified when he raised his thick brows.

“Now, did I say anything about-”

“No, but you said, yourself, that you're stalling,” she reminded, dropping another sour-coated gummy into his mouth, his larger, grease-stained hand grasping hers suddenly when she started to pull it away. He was quiet for several seconds, content to stare into her dark green eyes, before he finally spoke up.

“You gonna electrocute me with that zap stick if I try to kiss you?” he whispered, his eyes trained on hers.

Lex watched the mechanic thoughtfully, his body practically sprawled out on the floor, before her. “God, this has been such a weird fuckin' night,” she finally declared, and his lips twitched in response.

“That ain't exactly the answer I was looking for,” he retorted, and Lex leaned away again as he slid out completely from beneath the car and sat up on the rolling board. “You got a boyfriend at home, or somethin'?” She glanced away, shaking her head, the loose strands of violet hair by her ears swaying. “Or a girlfriend?”

“No, I...I'm not seeing anybody,” she admitted, looking back at him as he lifted himself off the board and rose to his feet, reaching a dirty hand out that she stared at for a few seconds before accepting.

“Anybody waitin' for you back at that motel?” he asked abruptly, and she suddenly wondered if it had been a bad idea to leave her stun gun in her bag. “Or can I convince you to stay a little longer?”

“I, uh...” she began, but her words faltered.

“You don't have to,” he stated, loosening his embrace of her hand. “But, I sure wouldn't mind if you hung around a bit longer.” When she swallowed noticeably, her face visibly flushed, even in the dim light of the empty shop, Wyatt nodded with a hint of a smirk, dropping her hand completely. “Why don't you think on it, and I'll go get cleaned up.”

In his brief absence, Lex began to wander around the auto shop, eventually finding her way to what was clearly his office, leaving the door open behind her. Small, cheaply framed pictures of Hot Rods and other classic cars hung against ugly, yellow ochre walls. To her relief, there were no sleazy calendars of scantily clad women draped across muscle cars in sight. Ignoring the distance slaps of rubber-soled shoes against smooth concrete, she continued her casual inspection, glancing over pinned-up receipts and finally rounding the desk, finding brightly scrawled coloring pages full of cartoony cars, taped to the walls. Darla's name was written in crayon on both of them. “Don't tell 'er I still got those up. It'd just embarrass her,” Wyatt's voice sounded from the doorway as he observed his office invader.

“I won't,” Lex answered, a gentle smile on her face as she observed them, the mechanic stepping around the desk from the opposite direction and dropping down into his swiveling chair.

Reaching into a desk drawer and pulling out a canister of grease-cleaning wipes, Wyatt popped open the container and handed one to his guest, placing her car keys down on the glossy surface as she wiped away the stains he'd left on her hands. “Whatcha thinkin' about?”

“About how much of a hypocrite I am,” she mused, glancing over her shoulder before shifting to rest her weight against the edge of his desk. When Wyatt said nothing in return, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest instead, regarding her with curious eyes, she continued. “Preaching to your little sister to take care around dangerous men...and now, here I am, doing something impulsive and stupid,” she explained, shrugging her shoulders, placing her palms against the rounded edge of the desk.

Wyatt was silent for several seconds as he considered her, only serving to add to her hesitance. “I take it Darla's been tellin' stories about me,” he finally stated, and Lex simply raised her brows in response. “So...am I still makin' you nervous,” he guessed, his gaze, directly into her eyes, ceaseless.

“I don't think 'nervous' is the word I'd go with,” she mumbled, glancing away from his intense stare.

“Then why do you keep doin' that?” Wyatt asked suddenly, and Lex's brows knit together in mild confusion. “Lookin' away from me like that...Do you just not trust me, or-”

“I don't trust me,” her voice was barely above a whisper, and Wyatt tilted his head to the side, uncrossing his arms and leaning forward in his chair, a strange smile forming on his lips.

“That so?” he asked, and Lex pursed her lips, as if she were wary some other uncomfortable truth might slip out. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter as Wyatt finally stood up from his chair, stepping so casually in front of her, and so her body sat sandwiched between his own and the heavy, sturdy piece of furniture below her. “Know what I think?” he asked, his body looming, and Lex shook her head as her eyes focused on his. “I think you're a little sweet on me,” he murmured, his large hands finding her smaller ones and uncurling her fingers to weave his own betwixt them.

“Against my better judgment,” she whispered, glancing down to where their hands joined.

“You know, I...just 'cause I ain't exactly on the straight an' narrow...doesn't mean I ain't a good man,” Wyatt did his best to assure, his hands maneuvering hers up to his shoulders, and letting go to grasp her waist when her fingers scrunched up the fabric of his button-up. “Ain't nothin' t' be nervous about, sweetheart,” he rasped as her digits clutched at his shirt, his large, calloused hands traveling down her sides and gripping her outer thighs when he reached them to lift her up onto the edge of his desk. The tiny metal bits of her jeans scraped against the smooth wood as he stepped even closer and situated his thighs between her open knees. “Alexandria,” he breathed as her fingers worked their way up his neck, to the chestnut hair at his nape, his own hands gliding over her bare arms, her shoulders, finding their way back up to her jaw, tilting her chin back with his thumb until she had no choice but to look into his eyes. “If you're gonna tell me no...you better do it, right now,” he warned as her fingers worked through his dark mane, Wyatt finally descending over her to capture her lips, the tiniest moan sounding in Lex's throat.

Wyatt's lips were just as soft as they looked, careful and gentle as they caressed her own, the accumulation of his short whiskers scraping lightly against her skin. His mouth worked so delicately against her own, as if any hint of over-ambitiousness might divide their bodies from one another, that it was Lex who finally took some initiative. Parting her lips against his, gripping a fistful of his hair as his hands began to descend down her body again, she took advantage of the opportunity when a sigh escaped him, prodding against his tongue with her own until his mouth practically latched over hers. A muffled groan rumbled in Wyatt's throat as he felt legs wrap around his waist, slender fingers at his shirt again, groping along his clavicle and shoulder, Lex's blunt-cut nails gripping the fabric as his own hands worked under the hem of her tee. When her body gave a light shudder at the contact of his rough fingertips against her bare skin, but showed no sign of displeasure, he eased higher, mouth still working against hers as his calloused digits met fabric-wrapped underwire, traveling higher still, cupping the soft mounds of flesh through the light padding of her bra. It wasn't enough.

Finally drawing away from her mouth, leaving lighter kisses against her cheek, her jaw, his hands slid around her to pluck at the clasp keeping her soft flesh from his hands, pausing when her whole body seemed to noticeably still. “Is this okay?” he breathed against her skin, his scruffy chin against her temple, open palms against her shoulder blades. Wyatt felt her breath on his throat, her hands meeting at the top button of his shirt. “Is that a yes?”

“I...I'm sorry. It's just been a long-”

“Don't apologize,” Wyatt quickly cut into her words, his hands descending to the small of her back, her unhooked bra still clinging to her chest. “You got nothin' to be sorry about.” His large hands still at her back, his thumbs gently caressing her sides, Wyatt's mouth found Lex's once more, following her lead as she descended against his desk, legs still at his waist. His fingertips eased her shirt up over her stomach, grazing a bit too lightly over her ribs, making her squirm for just a moment before his hands slid higher, pushing back multiple layers of clothing up to her collarbone, and grasping gingerly the soft mounds he'd uncovered.

“Wyatt?” he heard her whimper as his mouth followed in the wake of his hands, ghosting his lips over a taut peak as he palmed at the other side, his tongue dancing over her supple flesh as his free hand weaved between their bodies, toward the button of her jeans. It was enough to snap her out of his spell, and Wyatt found his face being lifted off her chest from her grip in his silky hair.

“Too much?” he mumbled as her fingers loosened, pushing his fallen hair out of his face.

“A little,” she managed, rising up on her elbows, her legs unlocking to fall away at his hips.

“I just wanted a little taste,” he whispered, abandoning her breasts in favor of her parted lips.

“I think you've tasted enough for one night,” she answered, but her smile was still present when he granted some distance between them. “What time is it?”

Glancing at his watch as Lex began to pull and clasp her clothes back into place, Wyatt proclaimed it nearly four in the morning, and surprise and an edge of panic took over Lex's features. “Oh, shit, I didn't...God, they're probably freaking out,” she mumbled as she scrambled off his desk, disappearing from his office before he could ask whom she was talking about. “Fuck!” he heard her exclaim as he stepped out of his office, following her voice across his shop, finding her holding her phone up to her ear as she waited for a voice on the other side of the call. “I know, I know, I didn't have my...yeah, I'm okay, I, uh...kinda lost track of time,” she spoke into the receiver, glancing at Wyatt as he stepped closer, his features tinged with concern and a dash of frustration. Frustration with himself for keeping her out so long, or pushing a little too far, or just the thought of not getting to see her again after tonight, he couldn't decide. Maybe a bit of all of the above. “Right, yeah, I'm about to head that way...yes, I'll text you when I get to my room...goodnight.”

“Your band?” Wyatt ventured, and Lex nodded as she ended the call.

“Yeah, I guess they've been blowing up my phone for an hour, now,” she confirmed, pushing her mobile into her back pocket. “You're not the only one that worries, I guess.”

“I guess,” he repeated, a weak half-smile across his lips. “I suppose I gotta let ya go, now.”

“Um...yeah,” she agreed, though she didn't look any happier about it than he did.

“I don't suppose I'm gonna see you again,” he spoke, not even trying to fake a smile anymore.

“I, um...I'd like to...I don't know when, exactly, but...I-” Lex's words ceased as Wyatt closed the distance between them, his hands finding her jaw as his lips met her own, his kiss as gentle as their first.

“We'll figure somethin' out,” he assured as he put the slightest distance between their mouths, his hands descending to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in closer. “You ain't gettin' away from me that easy.”

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vaperarmand · 10 days ago

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okay so none of this is done cooking, sorry in advance, but since Daniel wears the ring on his right hand and wedding rings are worn on the left in the US, how do we feel about it being an engagement ring? (delusional)

even better if it's JUST Daniel wearing it because he uses it to cling to the idea that Armand turning him HAS to mean something, not even in a "I want to be in a relationship with him" way, but the ring basically being a manifestation of the idea that there is a bond between Daniel and Armand and that at some point Armand will come back to Daniel. that Daniel just has to try harder because the 'bond' is already there and he just needs to get Armand to say Yes.

engagement ring as a desperate attempt to make himself believe that some day he will find Armand and that, if Daniel just tries hard enough, he will be able to make Armand stay explain himself.

pay also no attention to the first time Daniel proposed to Alice and how Daniel wearing an engagement ring here can be read as a repeat of him clinging to a person he wants a connection to and that person refusing to give it to him by not wanting to marry him.

okay NOW I'm done.

literally when you brought up the alice connection i had to turn my head to the side and giggle because OHHHH MY GODDDDD. isn’t the quote even something like “what did she say when you pulled out the ring?” maybe i’m making that up in my head. but it’s like. okay.

i’m going to sound so dumb but i will admit that i always kind of. didn’t understand why this trip down memory lane was so horrific for daniel (other than the fact that it was being forcibly extracted from his head) like. dude she DID eventually marry you, though she probably shouldn’t have, and she had at least one kid with you. is it really so terrible to remember the one time she rejected you? but now i’m seeing like. yeah it is. the idea of being rejected to him is so horrific that it (and i use this word very loosely) traumatized him. and now armand has rejected him and is rejecting him every day he doesn’t come back to daniel. he’s in hellllll.

thinking also of lestat whose greatest fear is loneliness, which was made to come true by louis, who is (deservedly) still not with lestat, leaving him actively lonely because they’re on good terms but they haven’t renewed their vows yet. and the possibility of both daniel and lestat using these rings to try to ward away the manifestation of their greatest fears, which already have come true & do so on a continual basis, is so so delicious. oh my god

#asks #iwtv #THIS IS SOOOO GOOD. FUCK.#hold on i need to find that one danstat post i made months ago

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 8 months ago

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Is the afoquirk gonna kill shiggy?

If you're worried about this post, let me explain better what I meant.

I'm worried about Tomura's body after the quirk is gone, 'cause so far we have no way to know how a body would react to losing the afoquirk. With the other OFA users and AFO himself, well, they died before the quirk could be extracted. With Yagi, he was quirkless so he didn't suffer the strain caused by multiple quirks in a body. The same goes with Izuku, even if he lost the ofaquirk, his body would not react badly to it.

Would the strain of the afoquirk kill Tomura?

Maybe? but I think it is a possibility that won't happen now, more like a long term consequence of the events of the manga. What Tomura is doing has no precedents. The bnha universe has never seen someone go so far.

We know that quirks are evolution and that what happened with Tomura's body is part of that. For me, it's more of a question. If Tomura has gone beyond the state of everyone else on the planet, what does it mean for him once the battle is over? If his body evolved to accommodate the growing of his quirk(s), if he lost his quirk(s), what would it mean to his body? Would Horikoshi allow Tomura to keep the evolution of his body in the end? What would that mean to the story?

Bnha is a manga full of consequences. People lose limbs, they lose their quirks, they get scars and even lose their lives. I'm confident that Deku won't kill Tomura. That is, Tomura won't die during his face with Deku, no matter what. That's part of the condition the story set to turn Deku into the best hero ever.

Now, what will happen to Tomura after?

One option is to rewind Tomura to the time his body hasn't evolved yet. I think he didn't have that during his fight with Stars and Stripes, so it's a matter of rewinding days, maybe even a week, but no more than that. The problem is that Eri is still a kid and only a kid. She has been training, but you know how many out there need a rewind in order to survive? There's a shortage of power that only raises the stakes.

The other option is that the regeneration quirk is enough to deal with the damage, so Tomura can get out of the fight kinda fresh. I'd theorize that Tomura's physical evolution means that he does not need to worry about the strain of multiple quirks in his body, but that's a lie. Most recent chapters have shown the symptoms of the strain in his forehead, similar to the ones we've seen before in the OFA users. This one is not plausible to me. We saw how the rest of the members of the League of Villains ended up: beaten, bloody, full of wounds. I don't see why Tomura would be the exception...

Let's say Tomura ends up really hurt. All his quirks are gone. His body maintains its evolution, it acts like anyone else who has lost their quirks (ex. Iida Tensei, the former pro-hero Ingenium). They can survive, their body moves on.

The most logical thing according to the bnha narrative is that the afoquirk banishes like all the other quirks, nothing special. It's the route with less complications. Sometimes, the easiest way is the correct one lol.

When I said this:

Would the strain of the afoquirk kill Tomura?

Maybe?

I think it is a possibility that won't happen now, more like a long term consequence of the events of the manga.

I'm referring to how Horikoshi keeps the damage of the characters through time. Toshinori Yagi kept the damage of his fights with AFO, right? It's the same for many heroes and villains. They can keep living, but someday in the future they'll have to pay for their hero/villain feats.

I'm sorry if I scared you. It was not my intention.

Sometimes I like to entertain questions that help me understand what the story is trying to achieve or how it'd bend the events of the manga in order to fit the message the author wants to convey.

Bnha is a story about not repeating the mistakes of past generations. I'm sure they'll figure out a way to help all the villains survive, if only because the hero kids are invested in changing things. It's more about their own heroic ideals and less about "do those villains deserve to be saved?"

The answer is yes. Because that's what heroes do. They save as many as they can, if they can. There are no exceptions.

Summarized answer: No, the afoquirk won't kill Tomura Shigaraki in the manga. (At least I don't expect it to).

#shan's asks #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #shigaraki tomura #bnha manga spoilers

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schwarzenadler13 · 25 days ago

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sooo i'm on a dwk brainrot and despite having a fic started since 2014 that i should really finish...my brain has just come up with something else and i just need to get it out so i don't forget

soo what's the deal with horizon and the silberlichten? like??

i once read a post that went like "we have to pretend horizon is a normal girl that on holidays she just goes destroying teams as a hobby" or something like that; found it:

i agree, in my other fic she's just kinda a nature spirit/fey/witch/whatever in that line that's having fun in her own wicked way

like that dwk4 doesnt end with "oh, you chose love over revenge, i now love you uwu"

but more like "can't a nonhuman girl just have hobbies? even if those hobbies are destroying teams/relationships and getting a boy harem? why do humans have to ruin things?"

sooo she's now vengeful and slightly psycho against dwk (mainly the brothers)

*cue time travel and magic shenanigans and a bit of attempted murder*

(oh, and marlon as a hostage pissing her off)

but well, that wasn't the fic i was planning to talk about (maybe another day)

in this one, she's indeed a normal girl but the silberlichten are just minions of a greater evil, which i haven't really elaborated on and temporarily named them schattensucher

(yeah, they're not the vampires from dwk5 or maybe they are, just that they're not vampires, but something else entirely, more evil and less tragic)

sooo we're already on the weird/bizarre part of the timeline which involves magic, so fantasy route it is

the schattensucher want to unearth donnerschlag, which in the books is described as the stadium of all stadiums

so why not a magic stadium? it probably has some kind of hidden power they want or something (sorry, still working on the lore)

now donnerschlag just opens through a combination of four powers which are handed to four football teams by the football deities? could that even be a thing?

one was horizon's old team and she herself handed it to them

the second were the wolves and horizon just got it through engineering the erik/jaromir drama (this required trial and error which may explain the silberlichten)

third are dwk (which is why horizon pops up in ragnarok) and the last are the biester but horizon doesn't know that

she just knows, through ✨magic sense or whatever✨, that dwk have faced them so she wants to extract that info out of them

horizon's original plan is just repeating what she did to erik/jaromir with leon/marlon but she starts having her doubts about that working early on

first of all, there's the canon divergence of leonessa being broken up because this is fabi/leon

i even doubt they would come back together after dwk3, nessie isn't blind

that means we get a less dramatic dwk4 (is it even possible given it's so intertwined with the romantic drama?)

(the wessel brothers go beyond the mist either way)

anyway, horizon can't go the freya angle on them, leon only wants to defeat her and isn't thinking about anything else(?)

and while she can definitely charm and manipulate marlon, it's not a foolproof plan

(i like the perspective of magic being involved in this because marlon being about to betray everything due to crushing on a hot girl is not one of my favourite things)

(like sorry, i'd like to think he's smarter than that, he seems to be smarter than that)

(so horizon going slightly daughter of aphrodite on him makes sense)

sooo she decides to kill two birds with one stone and gathers all the magic she can

(i believe the forest beyond the mist is also kinda a magical weird place outside of space and time)

soo there's the lake scene where horizon confirms she won't be able to pull the same drama with them as leon isn't interested

then she changes route: she manipulates the lake as a portal and puts a tracking spell on leon, then manages to get him swallowed up by the water until he's gone

(and with this, this is like the...3rd? time horizon attempts to murder leon in both fics...yeah, the little shit is very much a favorite of mine lol)

(although it's not like she does this attempted drowning in order to kill him...unlike in the other fic)

meanwhile in hamm, the biester + fabi are just enjoying summer on the lake

that is until one of the girls goes "FABI! COME HERE!" and fabi just hasn't heard them as panicked ever so he's very concerned

he immediately panics as soon as he arrives because the girls are taking out a body out of the water, a body he knows

(i haven't scientifically nor medically proofed this so excuse me if this doesn't make sense)

and well, fabi may very well have had phases of frustration/dislike towards leon that led him to desire seeing him defeated and humiliated

but he has never wished for him to drop dead so he panickedly tries to wake him up

"if he has drowned, we should attempt mouth-to-mouth resuscitation" *all biester look at fabi to do it*

(he would curse them if the situation wasn't so dire)

he does, leon coughs but doesn't wake up but at least they know he's alive and take him to the quarry

and well, this is just part 1 because it has just gotten too long all of a sudden 😭 i'll continue soon

pd: i may not really remember fabi's whole outfit from dwk3, but in the fic i can only picture him wearing half-skirts in ateez hongjoong's fashion :D

#die wilden kerle #dwk #fanfiction #rambling about a fic i may never write #if my other dwk fic is anything to go by #dwk fanfiction #i watched the movies like a decade ago so it may be very off #it feels weird to talk about this series in english #i'm so used to talk about it in spanish #my darling fierecillas #las fieras fc

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starsinthenigth · 2 months ago

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Momohiki Ash (OC) x Yandere!Rise!Donatello Hamato Headcanons !!

★pulled straight from my wat-padd account★

— |✷| REQUESTED & ORIGINAL CHARACTER BY: @ash1kun !!

— |✷| ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC: romantic.-

—|✷| TROPES: yandere x oc, fluff. . . I think.-

— |✷| TRIGGER WARNING: Subtle mention of stalking, trackers, overprotective themes, subtle murder implication (??), manipulation (I think??), hints of isolation (??), themes of violence at some point-

— |✷| CONTENT WARNING: Donatello and the OC may be OCC.. So, I apologise in advance for that, me saying 'maybe' and 'migth' WAYYYY too many times.-

— |✷| NOTES: I might repeat certain words over and over since my dum-dum brain can't think of synonyms. And I refuse to search up the synonyms up on Google. Once again, I'm sorry if both characters are OCC. Also, any form criticism is welcome, along with advices. Please point out if I made any sort of mistake uur, yeah.-

— |☆| Alright, so, with Ash Momohiki being the same species of turtle as Donatello, aka, a softshell one, the first thing that came to my mind is that- erm, Donnie would make them their very own Battle Shell as well. -

—|☆| Of course he filled it up with all of his lover's favourite things, along with notes about their shared interests and stuff. He, as well, made sure it keeps em' safe while they are outside or near danger. Not only via protecting their shell though, but he also made sure that whatever enemy crosses their way, let's just say, urh, won't bother them again. As his creative genius mind had an idea to make an. Ahem. 'Automatic Battle Shell' for them !! Meaning it will activate when a hatred individual or enemy, such as, the Purple Dragons, are near. -

— |☆| Maybe, for extra measures of safety, he might add a som erm, equipment, to his partner's tech-pet, Plut!! Although, he might- well, he will ask for Ash's permission for him to further advance Plut. He might add more weapons to the little..well, massive- tech-dragon than he already has, maybe even a tracker. Or two. Or three. Or four. He will absolutely make sure that he won't damage or malfunction Plutonium in any way, though, he promises !!

— |☆| .. however, he could, with what I assume would be a heavy heart- make a few sneaky adjustments to Plut's personality. Y'know, to make sure that Ash doesn't spend all of their time with their tech-child. He swears it's not that of crucial change, he swears -

— |☆| Maybe his tech will make them admire him, and his genius mindset even more than they already do. He might keep his partner in his lab, disguising the fact that he wants em to stay for longer via giving long, long excited rambles about his tech and interests. Of course, he will let Ash ramble and infodump about everything they like as well. Though, it's not only because he just wants their presence near him, he also likes to see them happy and excitedly spout out about their likings, as well as their own pieces of technology and inventions. Perhaps letting them express themselves through their own ways and preferences might just be one of the few, if not only things that get them show positive emotions. Or maybe, perhaps he could extract anger or jealousy out of them, since they could possibly have things in common that may not be so likeable, or maybe even people.-

— |☆| I can honestly see Donnie expressing his hatred to Ash about the Purple Dragon's tech club and once he finds out that they- as well hate them and that consider them pests, he might just get a boost to plot against them.. or make more plots against the those satin wrapped punks, that is. I doubt that any form of hesitation to cause any sort of trouble, or perhaps even violence to those stuck-up jerks would still linger in his brain honestly, especially if Ash themselves, express violent thoughts towards them. Or just a little bit of disliking towards the Purple Dragons is enough to give them one more reason into hunting 'em down, I suppose.-

— |☆| Another excuse to get 'em to stay might be through, well, playdates.. with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N and Plutonium that is. Maybe the two will watch over them. Maybe Ash will stay as well, since I doubt that they would strife away from their child-like figure and that, for Donatello, is a win, since they get to spend more time in the safety and comfort of his lab !!- |☆| He will as well make positive little comments about them and their work, maybe give them more praise with each passing day. Praise that might slowly escalate to him trying to convince Ash that he might be the only who sees their actual worth. Although, he'd do it through little hints and stuff and he won't be straight forward with it. Not for now at least.-

— |☆| Oh, he learns about their intrusive thoughts that they get while they are being alone?? Oh no no no. He can't possibly have his own partner be tormented by such dark thoughts. He is going to stay close to them for as long as humanly, or mutant-ly possible. Their situation kind of reminds me of when Raph is alone and he becomes 'Savage Raph', so he might try to help them through ways that he would help his older brother. However, I feel like making mental notes and, erh, documenting about stuff that they could do in order to calm down, may be more suitable for them. -

— |☆| Although, their own tormenting and dark imaginations could be used as a weapon against them. He might use it as a punishment for them if they ever, well, try to leave him. Maybe if they start noticing the little changes in his personality that is. I'm not sure. Sure, guilt might roll in him for leaving his lover in such a state, but hey, he will surely find a way to calm them down soon. So, he shoves the liability of his actions away, and his mind starts swarming around to collect all of the countless stuff and little habits that he has mentally kept about them. So, hopefully or most likely, trying to find what calms them down should be easier now. While seeing them struggle to regulate their own emotions, which is something that he himself understands, he also doesn't want them walking out on him. No, not when he found someone that he deeply relates to and admires to no extent.-

— |☆| ..But he doesn't have to worry about that. Why would they leave if they are basically head over heels for him along with the praise that he gives them? After all, he and his brothers- well, mostly him, have filled their soul with the much needed and wanted hope that they lost. Plus, he could just be the only one present who will show them actual appreciation.

— |☆| Hm? Brothers who? Eh they don't understand much about tech and rarely care for it- despite them most likely giving warm hearted compliments about Ash's equipment- !! He understands them better, they both share the same likes and dislikes- they are both hunting and eating whatever praise is given to them !! So, since they love and understand each other, and since Donatello can keep them safe, is there really any need for them to walk out of his life?

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eshithepetty · 1 year ago

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SORRY FOR HOW I DISAPPEARED AGAIN. BUT I RETURN AND I BRING.. THOUGHTS....

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I was going to just reply to it, but, actually - no. this deserves to be its own post. Because YES!!! Yes, exactly!!!! This isn't something that I often see discussed in this fandom, if ever, but I think about it so much. I think @peepee-envy is exactly right. So much of this show is much more metaphorical than you think. All the fantastical stuff really just exists to... amplify the mundane. It doesn't really stand on its own two feet on its own. That's why we never really see the power system explored that in depth, that's why the terrorism organisation stuff is very secular in the story and doesn't affect the world more beyond its focused arcs, that's why buckwild stuff like the divine tree exists and is kind of just treated as normal, that's why the aliens just... show up, one day, and do nothing else. Those are all just footnotes. Just glass mozaics the story puts over the actual messages and character arcs to make them more colorful and fun. We already know that part of the story's presentation is changed by Mob's point of view - Tsubomi, the body improvement club and 100% carried away being the most obvious examples - so why couldn't that extend to more of this universe?

Of course, I'm not out here claiming that every fantastical and improbable thing in this story is just a projection of Mob's imagination or whatever, that would be kinda dumb and not that fun. But what is fun to me is thinking about what it could all mean!! What lies beneath the surface, what we can interpret and extract from these events! Like, as the reply above notes - the big clean up arc isn't so much about Ritsu literally going and beating the shit out of people... because, yeah, that does happen... but if we were to take it through a realistic lens, Ritsu would probably be in juvie rn lmao. No, what really matters here is the drama. Put as short as I can, it all goes like this:

There are 2 siblings. One of whom is noticeably different in how he percieves and interacts with the world, something that starts to alienate him (how do you take this to its fantastical extreme? Make him literally see the world differently (seeing spirits) and having different abilities (ESP) of course!)

Because of this alienation, there begins a rift in how this boy views himself and the traits that make him different (thus: a literal separation between mob and ???%...)

Only, these identity issues are obviously not healthy - the way he's started to reject himself is not healthy - and it, inevitably... ends with him lashing out, in a way that noone expected. And his younger brother, who had seen his brother as his role model up to that point... understandably got hurt and influenced the most. (And this being the story that it is.... that means the hurt and confusion gets made physical. Blood on the asphalt. A shadowy demon, 'something else', beneath your brother's skin)

Thus begin 3 long, suffocating years of neither of them being able to deal with it. One has decided to abandon his every desire and personality trait in the hopes that being invisible will make sure he drives noone else away ever again. And the other takes a similar page out of his older sibling's book, and hopes that by doing just what society tells him to do, being good, being quiet and nice and always accomodating to his brother, will mean he can avoid that trauma repeating. (Only, in this case - the feelings are so much more amplified, by the fact that this is not just hurt - this is death. Shigeo very much almost Murdered his little brother that day. And the both he and Ritsu are achingly aware of this.)

(But noone can bear these burdens forever.)

So eventually... the younger snaps. He's tired of upholding this image of perfection, of intelligence, of helpfulness - he feels like none of what he's done, what he's been, in the past 3 years is true, because it's all been born from fear. So when a crack appears in front of him - a chance to not do that anymore, to be someone else... he takes it. He finally lets himself be flawed. And he finally breaks down. (And in this world where he fears death and aspires literal powers with which to defend himself - this rebellion is exhagarated. He lies and cheats and hurts in the most blatant way possible. He's violent. Because in this world where he fears dying - what's a little more blood on the asphalt? He just needs to know it won't be him next. He accepts all this guilt and sinks into it because he's finally allowed to. Because for once, these feelings and destruction is something he controls. Noone else.)

(He's finally like his brother. He feels, he's finally able to understand him. He wanted psychic powers, because the time his brother fully showed his psychic powers is the time he was truly whole, and he aches to feel whole himself, too. To unmask and become something truer to himself, something that will bring him closer to his nii-san.)

And as for the other... well. There goes the whole rest of the story of Mob Psycho. Shigeo learning to open up. To find friends. To understand himself. To accept his differences. To reach out. To change people. And to finally, be able to mess up, and walk away after it - because it might feel like the worst possible thing in the world. It might feel like he's the worst person in the world, this horrible beast who's just so angry, and who can't stop hurting people, and who suddenly blames everyone around him and is destroying everything he touches as a result... but that's only because he's never allowed himself to take himself into account before. He's never seen himself before, never let himself protect himself before.... and to a person who's lived their whole life in darkness, only candlelight to guide them - the sun would feel like an apocalypse. It's only so overwhelming, because it is so to Shigeo. It's all just a representation of how he feels.

And I just think that's all so fun. It's fascinating... I love thinking about this stuff. And it's also why, I realize as I'm writing this, I've always felt that terms like 'parody' and 'deconstruction' do not 100% apply to all of mob psycho, to what it is as a series.... because, yes, there's definitely elements of both (particularly in the more actiony parts of the series). But at it's heart... it almost leans more into the logic of something like magical realism, where fantastical elements do exist - but they don't explain themselves, and they don't impact the universe they inhabit in a way that people would deem as realistic - they just are. They're there to be a set dressing, they're there to be an allegory, they're there to make it more interesting - but the story was never about them. It was about what lied beneath that fantasy. It's about the humanity of it all.

And it also just makes the story So funny. Like, yeah, guess there's a mind controlling broccoli now in the middle of the town,, why not!! One of my best friends is a green booger, and my father-uncle-brother figure is a scam psychic, and my little brother almost strangled someone to death for me, and one of my classmates want me to be a cult leader.. Also my confession to a girl Literally left 11 dead 69 injured but thats fine !! Etc. etc. I just really like that, jdhdjdhj

This is a story about how even the most special looking people are actually just as normal as anyone else; that the most ridiculous things are just a part of life, that we can find connection in the strangest of circumstances, that life and growing up is awkward and cringe and confusing and!!! It's all just normal. This is life. And I love this beatiful and weird series, with all my heart <3

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #analysis #meta #kageyama ritsu #kageyama shigeo #AGAIN SORRY FOR HOW LATE I AN TO RESPONDING TO THIS PEEPEE-ENVY....#and for dissapearing jdhdf #i get busy and then its hard to get back in the swing again once im out of the woods #also i hope i didnt get anything wrong with the magical realism part - its not a genre im familiar with #but thats the closest i could compare what i had in mind to #anyways!!!#hope me still brainrotting isnt annoying lol #i might also post some oc artin the near future.... well see #but yeah. ramble over o7 #my own post #id in alt text

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yarrayora · 1 year ago

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kuromahi baking halloween cookies based on this servamp kinkmeme

Note: this fic is part of the kinkmeme prompt, where everyone who see it is encouraged to write their own version of it even if there are already others who filled it read more about it here

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A lot of people said that cooking was like art where you didn't have to follow the recipes accurately to get good results but baking was science where a single mistake could lead to a disaster. Mahiru thought it was a stupid comparison. His hamburg steak still turned out tasty even though he no longer looked at recipes because he already figured out how to make it tasty.

Meanwhile when he was baking breads there was always a chance of it not turning out well properly even though he had already followed the same recipe for years, and whenever he googled to figure out why it happened turned out it might be moisture in the air. Or the sun was too hot outside. At this point he wouldn't be surprised if astrology played a part in whether a dough would rise properly or not.

Today too was a bad day for baking.

"This is way too wet!" Mahiru complained. "The cookie dough isn't taking shape!" His fingers were sticky and gross from trying to knead the dough into submission. And failing, obviously. "Kuro, did you add something?"

Kuro knew his Eve didn't mean to sound so harsh but he involuntarily flinched anyway. "Just vanilla extract." He admitted.

"What? We don't need vanilla extract." Mahiru frowned.

Kuro fidgeted nervously. "Lawless said it would taste better if I add it."

"Oh, well." Mahiru put his hands on his hip in annoyance. "He's stupid. He should have told me if he wanted some vanilla cookies. The dough ends up too watery because you added unnecessary liquid... how much did you add anyway?"

Kuro fished for his phone and scrolled to find his DM with Lawless. "The instruction said half of the bottle's cap."

Mahiru got even more annoyed. "That's stupid. That's not how this works. You need to take into account of the dough's consistency."

"...are you mad at me?" Kuro asked warily.

"I... no." Mahiru sighed. "Sorry, I just got frustrated. Sorry." He sulked. "I'm going to wash my hands and work on this later."

Mahiru turned the faucet on, the room was quiet with only the sound of running water and Mahiru's hands squeaking together trying to get rid of the sticky dough.

"So..." Kuro awkwardly approached his Eve, his hands were massaging Mahiru's shoulders with hesitation. "You wanna fuck the frustration away?"

The offer just made Mahiru sigh. "Nnnooope. I'm not doing that to you."

"I could top for once—" Mahiru snorted loudly, accidentally cutting off Kuro's sentence. "I could! You could sit back and do nothing for once!" The vampire was slightly offended.

"Kuro, you suck at being a top." Mahiru pointed out.

"I'm an excellent dildo." Kuro huffed.

Mahiru smiled teasingly. "That just means I'll do all the work again."

Kuro's expression softened seeing Mahiru was smiling again. He leaned on his Eve and planted a gentle kiss on Mahiru's forehead. "Cuddle?" His long arms were now embracing Mahiru's body entirely.

"Mmhm, cuddle."

(Except whenever they cuddled, it never ended as just cuddling)

(This time was no exception)

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"Soooo, how was it?" Lawless waggled his eyebrows.

"What?" Kuro's eyes never left the screen as he was still focused on his video game.

"Did my 'vanilla extract' help?" Lawless nudged his brother.

"Dude, stop that. I'll get mad if I have to repeat this level again," Kuro said, despite his tone remaining as monotonous as ever.

Lawless sighed dramatically. "Did you have sex last night?"

"Yeah?" Kuro replied absently. "Oh, is that what the vanilla extract is for? Dude, no need for that. Mahiru just ended up mad that he needed to redo the dough."

Lawless went quiet for a couple of seconds. "Dough."

"Yeah?"

"Did you use a fucking aphrodisiac for the halloween cookies?!" Lawless freaked out. "Nii-san! You stupid! You idiot! We need to get C3 to recall the cookies before people start fucking on the street!"

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author's note: reminder that for tanakabox's halloween event, tooru basically commissioned his nephew to bake cookies to help stop halloween time loop, said cookies are distributed to people all over tokyo

#servamp #kuromahi #mahikuro #shirota mahiru #mahiru shirota #servamp kuro #kuro servamp #yarra writes stuff #servamp kinkmeme #theres a kuromahi positivity blog from years ago #where apparently the shippers were being oppressed or something by the fandom #if you want a good laugh you should check it out #also sorry no sex scene because i cant stop thinking about wet dough

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mugram · 9 months ago

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The Beginning of the Choices

Jackalope: Es, you’re awake! Good morning!

: …Eh? What are you talking about? “You forgot”? Oh, yes, your memory. Sorry.

: My name is Jackalope, but I don’t mind if you call me “J” or something.

: You’ll see a lot of me, so it’s probably better if you call me something easier than Jackalope. But, I don’t mind if you do.

: Oh, yes, the horns. I’m not any ordinary rabbit. Because horns.

: Think of me as your caretaker.

: I should explain your job here.

: You, Es, are the Warden of the prison called “MUGRAM.”

: All you have to do is watch the prisoners, which sounds pretty straightforward.

: Hey, you even get three meals and a nap! What a relaxing workplace, yeah~?

: There are ten prisoners incarcerated inside “MUGRAM.” They all seem pretty harmless at a glance.

: But, be careful. They’re all murderers.

: However, what happened, what they were thinking, and how they took someone’s life is still unknown.

: As the Warden, you must find the truth and motives behind their actions.

: Once you do, you need to decide if they are FORGIVEN or UNFORGIVEN.

: Lemme repeat it. As the Warden, you have the power to deem them FORGIVEN or UNFORGIVEN.

: So, how will you find out their sins?

: You may think torture? Threats?

: We'd never do that here.

: Here at MUGRAM, we can extract their mental images as music and videos.

: They’ll be provided to you as a transcript of sorts.

: All you have to do is read and enjoy.

: It’s a really cool system, right?

: [sigh] The only problem is that it takes a while between interrogations. Not every mental image can be extracted at once, too.

: No need to rush! We’ll just watch and read them in order, one by one.

: Here in MUGRAM, we use a three-trial system, but it doesn’t work like a normal trial.

: You can vote once a day to decide if you would FORGIVE or NOT FORGIVE.

: We’ll tally the votes once we’ve heard all of their thoughts, and we’ll repeat this three times, hence, the three-trial system.

: The first trial is about to start. Once it’s over, whether you deem them FORGIVABLE or UNFORGIVABLE will change how they’ll be treated during the second trial.

: I mean, in my opinion, I’d just FORGIVE all of them. Some of them don’t seem like they’d ever commit murder. But, it’s really all up to you, Es.

: Anyways… Your decision may also affect what gets extracted during the second trial.

: And your judgment may also change after you see what gets extracted then.

: You never know what will happen.

: Can’t decide their fates with just one extraction?

: Well, that’s a good point. But, as I said, you won’t discover everything all at once. Depending on the prisoner, you may not even know what their sins were, with just the first trial.

: Trust your instincts.

: You can make a decision based on if you like them or not.

: Whatever happens because of that… it’s not my responsibility.

: Observe them well. Hints of their sins are hidden throughout their extractions and interrogations.

: Reveal everything about those prisoners.

: Well, that’s it, Es! We’re going to be together for a while… so enjoy the time we have together!

: Huh? What are you asking? “Why is there a place like this?” “What the heck is MUGRAM?” “Who are you?” “Who are the prisoners?” “What will happen after the third trial?”

: Hey, calm down! Don’t worry about those things and questions for now. You’re the Warden and they are the prisoners. That’s all you need to know, okay?

: Looks like the prisoners are about to wake up. Are you ready?

: MUGRAM’s first trial starts now.

#MUGRAM -- Voice Drama #mugram #milgram oc #ocgram #// since J talks like the entire time I decided to use : instead of the actual name #because I did on the draft and it took a WHILE #this trend will probably follow into other voice dramas #I also rewrote the Jackalope intro because yay :DD #Jackalope - “J”

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latestparis-style · 8 months ago

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My sister and I made French toast from a recipe in a fanfiction. And we took a lot of pictures.

Welcome to the LatestParis_Kitchen.

For the last year or so, my sister and I have made a fun hobby of reading the most bizarre Phantom of the Opera fanfictions we can find. Out loud, tossing the phone back and forth to each other by chapter. Neither of us read it beforehand, and it's a 10/10 experience.

There's a POTO fanfic on Wattpad by the name "Angel In Hell". It's by user: momenttodebruh. Read the fic. It's the epitome of the perfect, unhinged Y/n fic. With loads of iconic lines. My sister and I quote this fic like it's a popular TV show. Seriously, it got to the point where my mother repeated one of lines because we said it so often. This fic is (intentionally or not) hilarious and a masterpiece.

In the fic, the protagonist, a Y/N my sister and I dubbed "Bitch", makes her "famous French toast™" to impress the manager into hiring her as a chef at the opera house.

The best part?

The recipe is followable with exact quantities given.

Here are screenshots from the fic:

I refined it to this recipe:

You know, just in case you're a freak who wants to try this.

My sister, Beth, and I have joked about "Bitch's famous French toast™" every time we make regular French toast, and today is the day we decide if her recipe would make us hire her.

Beth can make a mean French toast, so let's see how Bitch's famous recipe measures up.

Here's all the ingredients. We are following this shit as closely as possible, so no half batch. 6 eggs and all.

We thought we would only need four slices of bread. God were we mistaken.

Just as a side note, Beth and I were doing this while our parents were out to dinner, so we're on a time crunch. Sorry for any blurriness in the photos!

Here's the 6 eggs. This is the least gross looking photo I managed to take. Also, Beth is method acting, look at the Victorian lace on those sleeves.

MAY I PRESENT THE TEASPOON OF THE ONLY SEASONING! CINNAMON Y'ALL!

We added the vanilla extract here too, but I believe it didn't change much.

Okay, so we used our four slices only to discover that there was half the batter left. Beth suggested we make it to freeze. She has much more hope in Bitch's Famous French Toast than I do, but I agreed. We were drenching these slices, so maybe you could get more out of this recipe.

haha, this is where shit hits the fan, or egg hits the pan? Anyway, the house started to get a little smoky. Our house has smoke detectors connected to the alarm system, so if they go off, the firetrucks are coming. We burnt about half the French toast, so I took the smoke detectors off the walls. Then the alarm started... beeping? It wasn't blaring, thank God, but I'd never heard it beep before, so Beth opened all the windows to air out the house, and I had to awkwardly call my dad like: "heh, we made French toast, so if you get a call, don't let the fire trucks come. oops."

Only after that did I realize that the alarm was beeping because I took the smoke detectors off the walls.

So I put those back on.

We were simultaneously laughing our asses off while flipping out about the possibility of firefighters coming to our house because of a fanfic. It was fun. Certainly intensified this experience.

And in the end we had...

A strangely eggy, flavorless stack of "Bitch's Famous French Toast"

Some of them were very burnt, but that's down to Beth and me. Y/N doesn't hold any blame.

Look at all that toast (eight fucking slices) and keep in mind that Firmin canonically eats the entire stack. And, AND! It was so good, in the next chapter, he call for it to be served to the whole opera house.

Beth quote: "It really just tasted like eggs. The cinnamon didn't do much, but because the egg soaked into the bread so much, it had this strange, bizarre custardy quality?"

Her rating: 4/10

I, as a person with celiac disease, had to make it on gluten-free bread. It's worse that way: 3/10

After eating, uh, some of the French toast and freezing the rest for a moment of hungry desperation, we sat on the couch to collect ourselves. I started typing up this post, when our upstairs TV miraculously turns on (it turns on with any change in the room's lights, and it's extremely annoying).

What is it playing?

KITCHEN FUCKING NIGHTMARES

Which, in fairness, we had been watching earlier. Gordon Ramsay was speaking to our souls while we sat on that couch.

Side note, please don't take this as us hating on this fic. It was our single biggest inspiration while writing "A Girl's Desire" and we genuinely adore it for all it's worth.

If the author sees this, I will be starstruck.

#phantom of the opera #fanfiction #poto #erik destler #wattpad #fanfic #phantom of the opera fanfiction #phantom of the opera fanfic #gaston leroux #erik poto #poto musical

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oboetemasuka · 8 months ago

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Order of Attack, part 13

"Of Blasphemy and Hypocrisy"

Amane's voice drama!

I really did just write 945 words in one sitting, not touch it for two weeks, and then write the other half. It's at 1791 words now, which is even longer than Mahiru's...

As per the little poll I ran a week ago, I have kept names in family name, given name order. I'll probably go back and fix names in the AO3 version after I'm done with the main fic.

We're nearing the end...

(cw: cults, child abuse, verbal abuse, descriptions of injuries)

Es was not prepared, as usual. They sprinted to the cell of the next prisoner they were supposed to interrogate. Amane.

But as they approached the door, they remembered what happened the last time they barged in. They did not want a repeat of Mahiru, especially since Amane had a much bigger reason to react similarly.

Unprepared indeed. As they gently opened the cell door, they found Amane's eyes drilling into them. Wait, eyes? They were informed that-

…

They gasped as the realization hit. Their gaze was drawn to Amane's right eye. It wasn't staring back at them. It didn't seem to be looking at anything at all.

Es fell backwards onto the floor.

"You have kept us waiting, Warden-san. It seems like you have not learned the importance of time since we last spoke." She paused to let Es get some sense back. "Are you staring? Warden-san, have you not been taught that staring is rude?"

Es quietly got back to their feet, still at a loss for words. They recalled what Shidou told them. If anything was amiss with Amane, they were to get him right away.

"Where are you going?" Amane asked as they turned away. They couldn't answer that. "Are you going to get Kirisaki Shidou, perhaps?" There was no answering that. "If you do, there will be no interrogation."

"What… what do you mean?"

"If you bring him here, I will refuse to speak."

That would cause a problem with the extraction machine. Es gave up and took a seat.

"Why are you so rattled, Warden-san? Could it be… this?" Amane swept her hair away from her right eye. "This is only a trial from God. I do not understand why it demands your attention."

Es grimaced. "Y-you… Kotoko…"

"Yes, Yuzuriha Kotoko did this. That is not the important part. What matters is that I face this pain head on."

"You're not going to… put an eyepatch on it?"

"I have no need for things that distract me from my path."

It didn't seem like Amane would continue this topic. And what could Es say? Sorry? That would probably yield similar results as when they said that to Fuuta.

"Warden-san, has the cat gotten your tongue?"

"I…"

"We gave you a chance to make your case, but it seems you have nothing to say for yourself."

"A chance- make- T-that's not-"

"If you make such an incomprehensible choice as to not forgive us, it follows that you would be able to justify it. Yuzuriha Kotoko has done as much."

"She…"

"She firmly believes in her right to punish those of us who were not forgiven by you. We pity her for acting on such flimsy reasons."

"I don't appreciate you driving the conversation like this."

"You are the one who is not talking. Tell us. Why did you make this choice?"

Of course she was going to ask this. Es knew this wasn't the time to share their actual reasons with her; it would only fill her with more contempt. But would she see through them?

"After examining your video, I've judged that your murder was the result of religion. Of faith."

They should have known this would turn into a back and forth of her insisting this wasn't murder and them trying to shut her down. She persisted.

"You might agree that the other unforgiven prisoners would do well with our faith. In fact, Kajiyama Fuuta's condition has already improved thanks to our guidance."

Had it really? When Es checked with Shidou before this interrogation, it seemed that Fuuta hadn't exactly been improving. He had just stopped taking as many painkillers as before.

Es wondered how much Amane had been interacting with the others. Fuuta and Mahiru had seemed protective of her, but they never brought up much about her faith.

This wasn't a productive line of conversation. Moving on…

They asked her why she kept referring to herself as "we". Whatever she said was a load of nonsense to them, so they just went back to the topic at hand. The murder.

Amane wouldn't budge. When Es tried to talk law and ethics, she only doubled down.

Until they hit a nerve.

"Milgram denies your doctrine. Your doctrine is wrong."

"You dare…"

"Your standard of judgment is wrong. Milgram cannot endorse a doctrine that allows murder."

"It was not murder. It was a punishment justified by-"

"It is wrong!" Es slammed their hands on the table. Amane flinched.

"Y-you say that like Milgram is a better standard of judgment," she retorted.

They felt bad for reacting like that even though they were ticked off.

"You don't get to argue-" they tried to fire back.

"We should say the same of you. How different is a judgment that allows such violence as punishment?"

"Are you dragging Kotoko into this again? She was not acting according to my judgment. She interpreted it as she pleased and acted on it accordingly. Frankly, I'm inclined to think you did the same."

"Excuse us?" Amane stood up, but Es paid her no mind.

"What proof have I got that you are acting according to your doctrine and obeying it to the letter? For all I know, you just made up a bunch of rules to selfishly serve your own desires."

"You… you…" Amane's voice sounded louder in Es's ear, though it didn't seem like she was shouting. Yet.

Es looked again where she was once seated. She wasn't there.

"You dare insult us!? You dare insult God!? This is unforgivable!"

Es turned to the sound of Amane's voice and felt the barrier activate around them. Amane was right next to them, trying to swing down a pair of scissors with one hand and holding her sleeve with the other.

"Don't you know it's impossible to attack the warden?"

Amane didn't seem to care. She just muttered "I won't forgive you" over and over as Es mocked her little pretend game of "we".

"You want to continue this child's play?" They pried the scissors out of Amane's hands. "Go back to your seat."

She tried to grab them back, but she was tired from her previous efforts to attack.

"Hypocritical warden… you're a child too."

"Wrong. I'm an adult in Puerto Rico and Haiti. You are a child in any country."

Admittedly, they made that up. They knew she couldn't prove them wrong.

Amane huffed, clearly out of arguments.

"That's right. Go back to your seat now," Es said, nudging Amane away by her shoulder. Her right shoulder.

She yelped and jerked away, losing her balance and falling to the ground.

Es got up and walked up to help her. "Amane, I- I didn't mean-"

"Don't touch me!" she cried out.

She swept her uniform's straps out of the way before pushing herself up.

Es extended their hand. "I could-"

"You will not… steal our… trial… not after you insulted our God…"

Once she got to her feet, she leaned on the table, wincing as she pressed her left arm down, and coughed.

For the first time, Es got a good look at Amane's injuries. Her right eye was bruised. The left side of her chin was scraped. Her legs were dotted with bruises and cuts. They all looked recent, even though a year had supposedly passed.

"The least you can do is not stare." Amane sounded like she was trying not to cry. "You trample over our dignity. So cruel."

"I'm not staring. I'm just making sure you don't pull something like that again."

"Excuses."

"If you're not looking for help or sympathy, then go. back. to. your. seat."

Amane complied, dragging her feet along. "We do not appreciate you treating us like that."

"I'm only trying to move the interrogation along."

"You call this an 'interrogation'? You are just being mean. Asserting your power over us just because you are older."

"If you want an interrogation, stay in your seat." Es waited for the tension to dissipate before continuing. "The fact of the matter is that you are a child. And that has a lot to do about how we judge your crime."

They were a few sentences into their spiel when Amane interrupted. "'We'? Who is 'we'? Is it not just 'I'?"

What?

Amane seized the conversation while Es was stunned.

"We really are just the same, you and I. You call me a product of my environment, and yet are you not too? You have been handed the role of the warden, and you obey it without question. And you say I am wrong for clinging to what I know.

"I'm aware I'm out of the ordinary. But aren't we all? A prison full of murderers, and everyone thinks everyone else is peculiar. Meanwhile, you judge us on arbitrary standards when you have no memory of normality yourself."

Es flinched.

"Mahiru-san told me about her interrogation," she continued.

Of course. Mahiru seemed particularly close to Amane lately. "What of it?"

"She told me how touched you were when she said she would hold fast to her beliefs."

Uh oh. Es was too slow to mask their immediate reaction.

"Hypocritical of you, is it not? You stomp on our beliefs. Say we are making decisions based on a faulty doctrine. Claim that we are picking and choosing for our own gain. How could you turn on us like this after talking to Mahiru-san? Is it just because she is an adult and we are not? After all this, will you continue to deny us?"

"It depends," Es responded. "It depends on what is shown in the footage. If something resonates with me this time, I will accept it."

"Very well. But if you do not forgive me—us—in turn, we will not forgive you… all."

Just then, the bell rang.

Reeling from Amane's remark, Es fell out of their chair.

"Funny how the tables turn."

Amane stood over Es and threw their own lecture back at them.

"Well, do get up on your own. It would serve you well to understand our trials."

"This about trials again…" Es muttered as they stood up.

"Speaking of which- Kirisaki Shidou has been such a detriment to us. He tries to steal our trials, but we hold fast. Kajiyama Fuuta, too, is starting to see the light. We are glad that we can guide him away from-"

"Shut up!" Es shouted.

This time, Amane remained headstrong. "Oh, Warden-san. You look angry. Are you going to hit me again like last time?"

"Enough!" The nerve of this girl. "Prisoner no. 8, Amane… sing your sins!"

Q. What do you think of Kajiyama Fuuta?

A. He's lost and in pain, but I'm glad to guide him back on the right path.

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