#ANYWAY I MAYBE GET A LITTLE BIT BLUNT ABOUT THE BAD-THOUGHTS I HAD SO I MEAN BE CAREFUL>

[bbyseok]

this time, i’m thinking about lifeguard!bakugou. i’m pretty sure i’ve also seen a post or two about him, but lemme get my brainrot out cuz he’s driving me insane..

lifeguard bakugou doesn’t give onlookers a show they don’t deserve, but people will take what they can get with his classic black tank tops and those bright red swim trunks that hang loosely on his hips.

and really, he’s only wearing the red trunks to follow the uniform rules and look the part of being an actual lifeguard. he’s taken up the job over the summer for whatever reason.. and everyone eats it up in the end.

whether it’s at the beach or a pool, he’s on one of those tall, white lifeguard chairs designated for people like him on duty obviously. he’s got his legs spread out, his right knee swinging inward every down and then with his form reclined back as he surveys the water and the area.

there are some days he’s got a towel draped over his neck and shoulders for him to wipe his sweat away, or a pair of tinted sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose to hide his carmine eyes from the world.

it’s sight to see most definitely. and you can confirm—as you’re one of the many people who come to the water solely to look at him. okay, well- that’s partially true. you come with your friends often to actually enjoy a bit of swimming—so what if you know exactly when bakugou’s shift starts and ends?

anyways, it’s not like you’d actually initiate anything from your attraction. you’ve seen the way he’s already turned down multiple flirting attempts from the more bolder people willing to shoot their shot—it wasn’t pretty.

“i’m the fuckin’ lifeguard who’s supposed to watch your asses and you’re givin’ me a reason to drown you,” he had snapped at some particular person who thought that they had a chance. “scram.”

the lifeguard team only tolerates his blunt behavior because he’s actually pretty damn good at the job when he needs to be, and let’s be honest—he attracts a lot of people.

it’s another day of lounging by the water with your friends, relaxing on one of those typical white beach chaise chairs. you spend your time alternating between chatting and reading a spare book you had brought—paired with sneaking glimpses at bakugou, of course.

but something’s different about today. ‘cause you swear he keeps looking at you too.

you don’t wanna get your hopes up too high; perhaps your daydreaming’s getting a little too out of hand or something, but it’s a little too difficult to ignore his burning stare.

perhaps there’s something on your face? is something wrong with your swimsuit? it’s nothing too raunchy or revealing—it’s something you normally wear for these kinds of outings. or maybe he had heard you say something?

before you know it, his shift is ending soon. it’s actually so bad how you’ve got it memorized. he gets replaced with this redhead that’s definitely way more friendlier than him—kirishima, you think is his name, and you and your friends usually linger around the beginning of his shift before leaving.

“psst,” one of your friends nudges your shoulder, sitting up from the chair. “bakugou’s totally looking at you. like—he’s staring in your direction.”

you blink and sit up as well. okay so, you’re not imagining things. “what-? really?” you don’t dare cast your gaze to the lifeguard, refusing to make eye contact. “but- but why would he?”

“i dunno. maybe he-”

you finally glance over and catch sight of the the blonde heading down from his towering seat, and he tucks his rescue tube under his arm. your eyes follow him and his movements as he walks and—oh shit. he’s walking towards you.

your eyes can’t help but widen as he finally reaches your chair and tilts his head down at you, blazing eyes scrutinizing and narrowed. you’re pretty sure you almost drop your jaw on the floor. he’s even more stunning up close.

“oi,” he says gruffly, glaring down at you in some sort of expectance. “quit your gawking at me. you do that way too fuckin’ much.”

oh god, did he really come over to you just to say that? “oh- oh,” you stammer out, “i’m so sorry- i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable, i just-” you want to drown out of embarrassment, so it’s a good thing that the water’s right there so you’ll just-

“oh, shut your yappin’,” bakugou dismisses you quickly with a roll of his eyes, and you blink up at him, still a bit embarrassed that he had called you out. there’s a pause that lasts for two seconds before he says, “i’m not gonna be workin’ this shift anymore.”

and now you’re blinking up at him in utter confusion because what? why’s he telling you this? did you make him so uncomfortable to the point that he’s letting you know that he’s altering his work hours? “i don’t understand, i-”

“if you still wanna gawk at me, i’m switching shifts with the dude with the red shitty hair who usually works around this time.” the blonde clears his throat and turns his head away, letting you process his words.

wait. wait. he’s letting you know he’s changing his lifeguard shift with kirishima beforehand because he wants you to. he wants you to be there. he wants to see you there. “o-oh.”

bakugou meets your gaze again. a raspy chuckle falls from his lips then, and you let the image of his small smirk settle into your head as he offers it. “you better be there, pretty.”

(you learn later on that the days he was wearing those tinted sunglasses, he was gawking at you too.)

#bnha bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #rain’s writing #my writing #rain’s thoughts #i just realized these stories are just the different ways bakugou would ask you out in different universes lmfao

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Hello resident Eridan expert! 0u0 I was wondering if you thought he might get on well with Aradia? Thank you for your time!

Actually yes! In moderate doses. After Eridan's character development. The list I like to keep of his platonic friends, from most to least close to him, is like.

Nepeta -> Dirk -> Feferi -> Vriska -> Aradia -> Other

So I already talked about how he and Nepeta seem like they'd actually make for really good friends - the Heart player who can't help but see the good in him, and Eridan liking nice people and the fact that the two of them have a lot in common. I've also made mention before about how I think he and Dirk would have an extremely lethargic, almost transactional bro-ship where they sometimes beat each other to death. A completely neutral friendship, where they do not make each other better OR worse, they just help each other take the edge off the Prince Ennui. Using extreme violence.

He and Feferi are also not so different, and, honestly, they're childhood friends. She's pretty fond of him, and he's TOO fond of her, but after his character development and he fully gets over her, I think they'd be perfectly decent friends. He and Vriska have much the same deal, but I think their personalities mesh slightly worse than his and Feferi's.

If you're wondering why Kanaya isn't on this list, it's because she hates his dumb ass and always has. I think Eridan thinks he's really good friends with Kanaya. Kanaya has literally never respected Eridan even a little bit. Same with Rose. It's really funny.

So Aradia is kind of the last person out of the characters that I think I'd emphatically call "Eridan's Friend." Everyone covered in "other" tends to be people who are everybody's friend (like John) or basically tolerant of his behavior in small doses (like Dave).

With Aradia specifically, there's a few factors to consider; first of all, she has a pretty negative view of highbloods in general, calling them "hateful sn0bs" at one point. She's a lot more tolerant as the stewardess of the afterlife, because Alternia's gone and everyone else is dead, but I think it should still stand that she'd be sensitive to anti-casteist sentiment, since casteism colored so much of her life back when she was, y'know, alive.

But the reason I think they'd work as friends is because Aradia has a bluntness and straightforwardness about her that happens to mesh well with Eridan's suite of issues. He's actually fairly easy to manage if you're fully honest with him and set and maintain very clear boundaries, because he doesn't catch social cues, but also doesn't really see naked hostility, bluntness, or aggression as bad things.

And Aradia can be viciously sarcastic, but her natural tendency is to be very blunt and honest and call things the way she sees them. This means that if she's ever too annoyed by Eridan, she will let him know that as bluntly as humanly possible, and then happily fuck off, with Eridan generally no worse for the wear (although he may have a negative reaction in the moment. But Aradia's self-possessed enough to not really give a shit as long as she's not in the wrong).

The main issue between them is that I think Aradia would believe Eridan IS a nasty, casteist highblood, unless somehow given reason to interact with him for an extended period of time. Eridan didn't really talk to the lowbloods, and the two generally had no reason to interact, so she'd basically have no reason NOT to believe him when he starts spewing bullshit. Moreover, Eridan's the type of aggressive idiot that would outright admit that if they'd FLARPed together, there was every chance she'd wind up orphaned or dead (this is just a neutral fact to him), and then comment that maybe it wouldn't have mattered because she wound up dead anyway (again, just a neutral observation to him). Writing Eridan mostly consists of coming up with words that make you cringe.

Aradia is smart enough that I think any extensive conversation or time spent with him would make her realize how performative his casteist stuff is, and how little he actually cares about blood color. Since she generally never had reason to interact or care about him before (not even her friends are friends with him), this would pretty much shift her opinion from "idgaf about him, seems like a snob like the rest of the highbloods" to "oh... he's funny as hell. what's wrong with him".

Once she figures out that he genuinely doesn't mean any harm or offense by the awful dumb shit he says, I think she'd be willing to engage with him on mutual interests (they both FLARPed, so they're presumably both roleplayers, and they could probably bond over death - something Eridan is unfortunately obsessed with and Aradia doesn't have many discussion partners over). Emotionally, she'd probably keep him at arm's length - he has a lot of Issues and Problems, and she's not really interested in helping him handle them (she doesn't really bother with trying to cheer people up on the bubbles so much as just explaining what they can do now that they're dead, and letting them make their own decisions). Not that she isn't a nice person, but I do think it'd just be kind of difficult for her to have too much sympathy for a guy whose problems were largely caused by being too aristocratic.

But, like, she would also pretty happily call him "her friend," because she always cuts it short when it gets too real for her, minimizing her negative experiences with him. I think eventually, like training a dog, Eridan would figure out that Aradia is just Not The Friend For That, so it'd become less of a problem as time goes on.

She thinks he's ridiculous and funny, calls him up when she wants to infodump on someone and her usual buddies aren't around, and I think they'd play good DnD together with Nepeta and Vriska. Yeah I know Vriska killed her but she killed Vriska so they're even. The energy at the table is deeply weird but Eridan wouldn't notice and Aradia would get a kick out of it, leaing poor Nepeta to suffer it alone.

Anyway, I love that Eridan's assortment of platonic friendships is so haphazard. Nepeta AND Feferi, who hate each other. Vriska AND Aradia, who killed each other. And also Dirk is there. He's the DM.

#homestuck #eridan ampora #aradia megido

[tarjapearce]

Bad Teachings (Pt. 9)

Older! Miguel x Reader

WARNINGS: Slow burn, Relationship building, mild angst, friendship establishing, spanish learning with Miguel. Mild sexual innuendos, Age gap implied.

Summary: Instrospection and more bonding with Miguel.

A/N: Forgot to update this week. Hope you enjoy c: Thanks to my beta reader @oharasmommymilkers00 ❤️

Previous Pt. 10

—Remember that time when we agreed to take that Accounting class but we got it canceled last minute?

Oh god, don't remind me. Statistics was worse. Nearly fail that one, nearly tear my hair out of the stress.—

—You looked cute when stressed.

                                     Ahh, shut it.—

—It's true. And look how gorgeous you've turned.

          You just wanna get in my pants—

—I'm polite enough to take you out on dates before that happens, mon cherie. ;).

—If you want to, of course.

You chuckled at the message and covered your flushed cheeks. Same sly dumbass that had asked you to date him after one of your worst days in a class. His clumsiness had been one of the things that came in handy to conquer you.

Sometimes you often wondered about the what ifs and what not with Simon. And so far he had shown you nothing but kindness and respect. He'd be straight forward. Just like Miguel.

But Miguel was a bit cryptic when it came to his words. His warnings left you pondering and surmising over your current situation. He seemed unbothered by the whole thing. Rather amused and borderline intrigued.

As if waiting for a chance to prove himself right. But in truth, it was his own way to say 'I'll let you experience this for you to trust your gut more and learn to not be so gullible over pretty words' He was teaching you a valuable life lesson without actually intervening too much. Not that you knew anyways.

A life lesson that he had learned in the worst way possible. Sometimes deciphering him was a true challenge. You thought that things would be different considering the two of you had shared his bed. Not once but twice.

And again, he seemed unbothered by it. He was cautious, a bit too reserved with certain things, but honest. A bit too blunt, but somehow, an enjoyable company despite him having the personality of a black cat sometimes.

He was true to his words of hating formalities once a line was crossed. At least he thought of you as a reliable person. Your heart had leaped a bit too fast upon hearing those words and his reassurance.

The buzz of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts about Miguel.

—Want us to go to a date? A proper one, I mean.

Simon had sent and you couldn't help but stare at the screen.

Probably in another timeline it'd be Miguel asking you such things. But in this you were sure that he was currently working, cussing in spanish to his useless coworkers in his mind. The thought made you chuckle.

He knew what he wanted. But it didn't mean you were in that personal list.

Right?

He didn't seem the type to be actively seeking for a partner either. You sighed.

You didn't know anymore. Conflicted as you were you typed back a reply.

             Sure. Next Friday night at 7. —

Maybe trying to figuring him out wasn't your duty. If he'd want something, he'd tell you. And so far the silence from his end regarding such things made it all clear. Friends. That's what you two were and his actions only reinforced the thought.

-----

"Birdie?"

"Hm?"

Hobie threw in the hoodies in a box as you packed up the ceramics and fragile objects. He had asked your help to make some little renovations here and there back in the shop.

Despite the paintings that adorned the local were cool and part of the subversive aesthetic, they were fading and were in dire need of a retouch. Just like the front desk you found him in sometimes.

"Lately you seem to be up in the clouds a bit too much. You ok?"

"Oh yeah. Just had a rough day at work. Glad I'm here."

Hobie kept putting things inside the boxes, the voice of Conor Mason echoed through the place as he sang 'Animals' with his band, Nothing But Thieves in the background speakers.

"Do you have any particular favorite food from here, Hobie?"

"Wish the rich could be edible, but doubt they'd be good tasting. They're shitty as they are." He shrugged nonchalantly, "I settle for that little dinner two blocks away on east from here. Gotta luv me a good strawberry shake and chips."

"That actually sounds good."

"Innit? Might take you and the mates one day."

You chuckled. "Sounds good."

"How's the friend making thing going?"

You put all the watercolors in a box labeled with the provider's name.

"Oh great, actually. Met with an old friend of mine. My ex from college actually"

Hobie's face deadpanned and rolled his eyes. You huffed in disbelief.

"Geez, seems everyone has an opinion on him lately"

"He's your ex for a reason, birdie. Just saying"

Your face puckered, "We were just... friends that kissed back in college if I'm honest with the status. The Boyfriend-Girlfriend thing was merely honorary"

"Still, an ex." Hobie pointed out flatly, again.

"We barely saw eachother in between classes! Then he left to his homeland to finish his career."

"And that is?"

"Industrial engineer."

Hobie's brow quirked in derision but smirked

"And what about the big bloke?"

"Big bloke?"

Hobie brought the ladder and soon began dismantling the hooks the clothes were on

"That big, mean dog looking bloke that helped you with the door?"

You giggled at his description. They'd probably wouldn't like eachother that much and would hate to be in a Get Along T-shirt.

You opened a new text chat with Miguel and typed quickly

I know you dislike texting, but I finally had the time to open up my photography profile. —

You hit send after copy pasting the link to your media profile and put the phone back on your blazer's inside pocket. He'd take a while to reply.

"Oh? You mean, Miguel? What about him?"

"What does he do for a livin'?"

"He's a geneticist"

Hobie grunted "Must be nice for him to fuck around and find out with nature."

"He seems passionate on his work. Workaholic even."

Hobie stored the ladder and sighed, "Or he's trying t'cope."

"Cope? With what?" your face puckered

"Thought you knew him." He shrugged.

Even though unintentional, Hobie's words just reminded you of how little you still knew about eachother. And so far you still kept doing the effort in knowing him more.

You groaned to your insides to then let out a heavy sigh.

" It's complicated. I'm in... We are in the process of getting to know eachother and I don't want to push him into doing things he feels uncomfortable with."

"How old is he?"

"Fourty two."

"He'd tell you if something is wrong. Still, smells like dady issues."

Your cheeks grew warmer and your eyes widened at his words.

"It's not like that! He was my teacher. My dad was pretty loving and attentive by the way."

Hobie just laughed and you hit his shoulder playfully.

"To each their own, Birdie." He raised his hands in defense, "Jokes aside, the bloke seems good. Bitter but good."

"He is."

There was a little smile on your lips that vanished as a couple entered in.

A tall, black man with honey eyes and a kind face, a little afro ontop of his head and a soft stubble, a smile that only stretched upon seeing Hobie, followed by a blonde young woman with her right side of her head shaven and her hair with a pink ombre on its tips. Hand in hand.

"Miles! My man."

Hobie smile stretched genuinely as he hugged and gave him a secret handshake.

"What's up, Hobes?"

"Hey, Gwendy."

The both gave a heartfelt hug and then Hobie gestured towards you.

"This is Runway Girl. Corporate slave"

With a playful scoff and a roll of your eyes, you introduced yourself properly with handshake. Both looked in their fresh twenties.

"Nice to meet you both."

"Ready for new paintings?"

Miles spoke as he placed his backpack on a nearby table. Hobie explained that Miles was the artist that had painted his place. That they had known eachother for a couple of years, after all Hobie had moved to Nueva York a while back, surfing through apartments until he settled in your building.

"Please tell me he's doing graphic arts in college"

"He went for physics"

Gwendy, or rather Gwen spoke as Miles and Hobie chatted through new ideas on the paintings.

"Did he?"

"Yeah, the art-thingy is just his own business."

You couldn't help but groan

"God, I feel so useless and old right now."

Gwen giggled

"Totally get you. Barely on my twenty-one and I feel like I need to step up my game. Or I'll die."

You giggled. After a while of witnessing Miles skills on the grafitti, you told everyone their goodbyes, earning a little tease from Hobie and how obedient you were for da system. But truth was that you had been skipping meal prepping costing you a little splurge of money on food.

Once home, you changed into your pj's and removed your makeup, followed by the little ritual of a skin care routine.

The constant drip dropping in the kitchen's sink made you annoyed . No matter how much you tried, the leak kept flowing.

You snapped a picture and reported it to the landlord. Just as Miguel's name popped on your screen. Fingers padded at his chat box.

—Impressive, specially these two from this album.

He sent you a picture of a tied up man, black and white. Despite the bdsm-ish undertones in it, you had kept it classy and esthetically pleasing to the eye. Those had been your first essays back in Photography 101.

The other one was a hand holding a chain, connected to the model's collar. Same black and white setting.

Didn't know you were into this sort of stuff, Mr. O'Hara —

—Told you to quit calling me that. Are these your creation entirely?

      Of course. Had to bribe a classmate with a week worth of burgers to get these pictures, he knew bondage. —

— Well, it was really worth it.

You know?... You could be a great model for me 🤔—

—No.

Not precisely this sort of theme 🙄, dummy. Just pure portraits. —

Wanna practice them. And you happen to have a photogenic face.—

—Do I now?

You sighed and rolled your eyes with a little pink on your cheeks.

                   Sure. Are you in or... —

—Lemme think about it.

You were about to type when he beat you to it.

—Gotta go. Long day tomorrow at work. You have talent. Keep it up.

                                 Thanks! GN. -

—Goodnight, guapa.

-----

Even though you were in a meeting your attention wandered to the pretty skies out the window. A mix of blue, peach and a dash of lilac painting the endless blanket of clouds above, extending past your vivid imagination.

Some clouds had shapes. Or at least you tried to create 'em. A bowling man, a fork with a huge star in it. A bee in a skull.

Your lips curved involuntarily at the mental image, within a blink of an eye you were back on the meeting. Julius sure knew how to lead a team, but when it came to speeches he'd lose a crowd's attention span almost immediately.

He dismissed your team for lunch break.

Food was enjoyable. After all, no pleasure should make feel oneself guilty. You had prepared some Asian food thanks to a new YouTube channel you had found by mere coincidence as you were trying to add new music to your playlist.

You went through your phone media while eating. You updated to some stuff, liked some posts, laughed at the dad joke level memes, and checked on your new profile media.

A couple of comments in the ethereal flower themed album, some others in L'Art Du Bondage, the bdsm aesthetic album. And to your surprise a couple of new followers. The name m.oh2099 made your brow to quirk.

You stalked the profiles but so far the only that looked like a bot was the 99 one. No data or pictures. Deciding to ignore it, you resumed back to your eating.

The scarf was almost done, and by almost done you'd mean halfway there. As much as it pained you to use the first thing you created for other purposes, you were sure that this new one would look and would be built better. With a much more less error margin and something that was actually wearable.

Your mind rambled through the thoughts and soon you were back to your work. Making briefs was like an automatic process for you at this point.

And soon, you'd continue pouring yourself over work until you reached three thirty pm. Friday evening, seemed like a good chance to wander the city again. This time however, an idea popped in your mind.

Your legs crossed underneath the table as you sorted through your contact list and dialed Miguel's number.

It took a while, he didn't pick up. But returned the call almost immediately.

"Aló?"

His gruff and terse tone made you purse your lips

"Is it a bad time?"

You heard some shuffling and papers being crumpled

"Not really"

"You sure?"

Miguel sighed, "I'm sure. What is it?"

Taking a deep breath you spoke "I was going to city wandering today, and I thought it would be fun if you'd came. To relax us a bit. You sound stressed."

His sharp cheekbones rested on his knuckles with a softer expression upon your words. He was about to bring Simon into the conversation but gave a mild grunt as his joints popped together. His ass sure was sore to be spending the whole day correcting and approving projects.

"Sure. Need to stretch out my legs. Me duele el culo de estar sentado todo el pinche día." (My ass hurt from sitting all fucking day)

He grumbled the last bit to himself with a creasing face.

"Okay? Uh, see you at the same parking lot of last time then ."

"Right."

-----

He was there when you arrived to park the car. You put the lock and walked towards him.

"Sorry for making you wait, had a little brief in last minute."

You pulled out your phone and soon both started walking. You let him to go ahead for a couple of steps. You snapped a first picture of him looking with deep eyes over his left shoulder your way. Gray strands shone under the dying sunshine rays.

" What are you doing?"

"Taking natural portraits of you."

He crossed his arms and you snapped another picture. His upper lip scowled at the suddenness of the whole thing. He wore a navy blue shirt, black dress pants and shoes with his ever trusting matching belt and his glasses.

"Let's go." You giggled and took his arm.

You snapped more on the way, He crossing the street as you snapped one behind him, earning a good shot of his back. People stared at you both as you walked by, everytime he seemed to protest, you took another picture, and that's how you both discovered a new treasure.

A little French café. The sweet and coffee aroma instantly assaulted your noses once you came closer.

"Wanna try it?"

He just pushed your lower back inside.

Large glass windows with simple decor, a warm chocolate and beige color on the walls and the outside chairs and tables, scattered in the front. The name 'Belle Vie' printed in brown san serifs capital letters on the beige large tent in the entrance.

A couple of people filled in the outside tables as the inside was full. Seeing the different desserts in display on the front made you curious.

"I'll get this one. You invited last time." You spoke as you pulled your little hand purse as he took his wallet.

"Not a fan of that."

"Too bad."

You smiled and pulled him closer. Of course, he'd order a black coffee and a slice of French flan. You asked for a hot chocolate and a croissant to dip and went outside to occupy a table.

You had already took some pictures of the desserts and the place. He smiled at your eagerness.

"I now understand why you like wandering the city"

"Hope you're having fun"

You smiled before immersing yourself into editing the pictures as your order came. You giggled with a mischievous grin as you tweaked his photos.

"I think it's polite to pay attention to the person before you, guapa"

"Gimme a minute"

Your fingers slid and tapped dexterously and he leaned towards you. He called your name with a voice you knew too well. His teaching voice.

"Yes, sir?", You blinked dumbly and snorted, correcting yourself as you looked up at him "Yeah?"

You were pulled out from the instant trance as he pried your phone from your hands with a little smirk at your default reply.

"H-Hey! "

"Pon atención" (Pay attention)

He warned you while waving his index finger at you.

You gulped and stilled. Immediately looking at his expression. Smug, but serious. Like the one he gave you when saving your ass from failing his class at the library years ago.

"May I have my phone back, please?"

"You can chat all you want with Simon later"

That broke the sudden spell as you deadpanned

"Uh, what? No! I was editing your pictures. Give it back, please."

He chuckled with satisfaction plastered all over his face.

"Quick lesson. Say por favor." (Please)

"Por favor?" You tried as your tongue rolled with the words, making him laugh gently and you to pucker.

"Glad you find my ignorance in spanish amusing."

"Ah, no te enojes, preciosa. Im just kidding" (Don't get worked up)

He cleared his throat

"Look at my lips and how they move. Try to copy that movement"

And oh you were looking. Plump lips moved as he spoke, his voice making your brain tingle.

"-Por favor"

Again, you repeated the word and he seemed pleased that you didn't butchered the phrase.

"Relax your jaw. Let loose your face muscles." One hand cupped your jaw and he squeezed softly, making your lips to pout as you giggled.

"That's better. The tongue rolls better when you're loose"

"We're learning Spanish, right?"

You both chuckled and he let your face go with a soft look in his eyes.

"Of course. Show me the pictures"

"I happen to need my phone for that."

"And what do you say?"

"Can I have my phone back, por favor?"

He smiled and handed the trinket back to your hands.

"Gracias."

His eyes widened a bit and you giggled, "Thats the only phrase my brain could keep in the past two days. "

"You're doing good."

"Gracias."

With a bashful smile you finished the retouching and showed him the pictures you took of him.

"See? You're photogenic"

It was his time to give a shy smile.

"You're not used to be taken pictures."

"I don't like em much."

"Too bad. You're a natural at this. A bit more of production, my professional camera and my. The shots I could do with you."

"You can do better than this old man."

You rolled your eyes at the comment with a scoff.

"You're not old. And you look good. I'd say you're in a beekeeping age"

His brow quirked, "What is that?"

You shrugged with a smirk "That's your homework."

The waitress apologized for delaying as she brought your order. The treats instantly filled in your lungs. She suggested to put some whipped cream inside the chocolate. That it tasted better.

You sat to replenish your energies with a contempt smile on your faces. The sky was gorgeous, you were having a good time, the drinks and treats were delicious.

You could see his tense shoulders slumping at the taste of the coffee and Flan. You snapped a final picture of him about to eat a piece of Flan.

"That's my favorite" You showed him the picture without editing. He looked relaxed and borderline inlove with the coffee taste.

"I'm keeping it."

Just as he was about to take a picture of you, his eyes wandered away snatching all his attention to something. More like someone.

Mahogany eyes trailed after hot magenta. He put the phone away as his eyes followed the woman.

"Miguel?"

His attention was elsewhere and you followed his looking. Nothing out of the extraordinary but a group of people.

A tall black man with a lovely and fashionable coat, a woman with a hot magenta pixie-punk haircut and shimmery cinammon skin doing some shops, and a group of young adults with a dog. Nothing out of the common, except the pink haired woman.

You shrugged

"She's so pretty" You'd mumble casually as you dipped your croissant on the whipped cream mix chocolate, ignoring the subtle mood swing on Miguel’s face.

His eyes casted down to his coffee, the bitterness hitting a bit too hard as he sipped it, so he took a large chunk of the Flan to appease the rioting taste buds.

You attention full on the sweetness and pastries before you.

"Thanks for coming. Means alot."

He cleared his throat with a rasp and shook his head briefly.

"Thanks for inviting me. It was good."

His attention going back to you, despite his mind chanting to look up again, and when he did, the woman was already gone.

It wasn't a hallucination. He knew what he saw. You lips moved to say something and then smile.

A flurry of questions knocked at his mind's door, the noise coming too strong and his breath hitched.

"How do you say look at me in spanish?"

"Mírame"

You nodded.

"Miguel?"

your voice was pulling him out the unpleasant trance he got himself in.

"Hm?"

"Mírame" even though the accent was still there, he looked at you. Many emotions crossed his eyes, confusion and discomfit taking the lead.

"You ok?" He nodded.

He wasn't ok. Not when ghosts of his past came back to haunt him in such a subtle way that had rattled his mind. .

"I'm fine, guapa."

For once, he lied to you.

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f1 boys as sour songs 💜

listened to sour for the first time in a while and remembered how good olivia rodrigo’s lyrics are. had to pair my favorite group of boys with the songs on a great album. this def got a little angsty because this album is pretty much pure angst so readers beware :)

if you like this, send me more albums to do pls!

Lando Norris

enough for you-

I’m sorry to say it but he would definitely move on for someone who he thought was better than you. I could see his girlfriend trying to live up to his expectations and needs. Lando seems like he would look for “someone more exciting” and the next second he would be gone. Also he seems like he would be oblivious to you trying “so hard to be everything you liked.” He has high standards that would be hard to live up to for anyone. I’m not sure that many people could be enough for Lando and this song is so much about that.

Oscar Piastri

driver’s license-

No because Oscar angst based on this song would go so hard. Him teaching you to drive but then you breaking up before you get your license? Sobbing… anyways. I feel like if one of the drivers were to teach you to drive, it would be Oscar. Also I can imagine driving through the suburbs with Oscar. Like maybe this is just my imagination so feel free to disagree with me, but like Oscar and driver’s license makes so much sense to me. Breaking up with him would hurt so bad omg

Max Verstappen

1 step forward, 3 steps back-

He screams an unpredictable lover. Like I could see him getting mad at you over something small but then being literally the sweetest person ever next time you see him. Like the passion and anger he has when on the race track could become a problem in his relationships. I feel like a relationship with him could involve a bit of “do you love me, want me, hate me?” Especially Max when first started f1 fits this, I think he’s matured a lot since then and Max today doesn’t apply as much, but early Red Bull Max 100% gives the energy of this song imo.

Charles Leclerc

deja vu-

The first driver that came to mind listening to this song was Charles. Like I hate to say it, but I see him reusing all of the romantic things he did with his exes with a new girlfriend. He would not be creative enough to come up with new ideas lol, like “everything is all reused.” Also I can see him doing “car rides in Malibu” like in his latest YouTube video and also telling “her you love her in between the chorus and the verse” since he likes music so much. I definitely see Charles angst based on this song.

Carlos Sainz

good 4 u-

Imagining an angry breakup with Carlos right now. He would definitely make you angry when he left and I can see him just moving on as if you never existed and you trying desperately to get him to realize how he actually hurt you. Also his life seems to be going great right now like “you’re getting everything you want” and “your career’s really taking off.” He is the type of guy to get everything he wants while you loathe it from afar. This would make such a great angst fic omg, I need someone to write Carlos with good 4 u right now

Lewis Hamilton

favorite crime-

I hate to say it, but I see him leaving to focus solely on his career. Which would lead to lines like “I watched as you fled the scene.” He would be the one to leave and would be blunt about it, leaving you feeling like a crime scene. Also come on, the line “I crossed my heart as you crossed the line,” is honestly so formula 1 coded and I can see Lewis crossing the line both physically while racing but also crossing the line in a relationship. This man would be so hard to leave and you would have been trying so hard to hold on while he was pulling away from you, like “all the things I did just to call you mine.” Ugh it hurts to say it but that’s what I’m imagining for this song :(

Daniel Ricciardo

brutal-

It’s giving Danny Ric being dropped by McLaren. “All I did was try my best, this the kind of thanks I get?” Like Danny definitely suffered at McLaren and this song screams the angst that must have come from that. Just imagine him blasting this in the car leaving his last day there. He’s “got a broken ego, broken heart” after all that. Could also relate to his hand injury, like with “ego crush is so severe, god it’s brutal out here.” Had to have been brutal for him to get his dream back just to have it kind of crushed again when he hurt his hand. Danny Ric and brutal just fits so well imo

Yuki Tsunoda

happier-

Ok because if Yuki ever moved on, he would be the ex I would want to be happy. But like look at that man, I would be hella jealous but want the best for him in life. It would hurt to be left by Yuki because he seems like such a genuine guy. Simultaneously wanting him to do too well but to not move on just seems like how a breakup with Yuki would go. I know I’m purely going off vibes here, but like come on! I would hope he’s happy but not like how he was with me. Would not be able to let this man go.

Alex Albon

jealousy, jealousy-

Out of the 2019 rookies, Alex has got the worst deal. I can imagine that he would constantly be comparing himself to Lando and George who have both have a lot more podiums than he has. Also having a teammate like Max at Red Bull also must have led to a lot of thoughts about him not measuring up. The line “comparison is killing me” just screams Alex Albon. Out of all of these drivers, he gets the most compared to teammates and the other drivers who joined the grid when he did. If anyone here is jealous, it has to be Alex.

Logan Sargeant

hope ur ok-

Logan absolutely embodies this song and I will die on that hill. He fits the physical description for “blond with eyes of salt.” I feel like Logan has had to “unlearn all of their hatred” more than a lot of other drivers, as he did have a not so great season and received a lot of negativity. I actively hope Logan is ok and that he is able to be happy despite his bad start in f1. He deserves so much better and that is exactly what this song is about.

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[spookykoolkat]

the red j.m. | chapter four

CHAPTER FOUR: NO GOOD

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pairings: older!joel miller x plus sized!younger!reader

chapter summary: you've been in jackson for a month now and things are still a little rough. you haven't found the right crowd to fit into yet, and thought maybe you might have to settle for the family of four you already know, until you meet your patrol partner, tyler. unfortunately, joel doesn't seem to like the idea of you with any other man but him.

warnings: 18+ age gap (joel is 57, reader is turning 26), inappropriate thoughts, sexual language, teasing, touching, slight jealous!joel, x-rated descriptions, crude language, perv!joel, creepy!joel, mean joel not too mean tho, MDNI!!!

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na: HI! thank you for alllll of the love oh my god my little gothic heart is so full i love you guys!!! i hope this series is everything and more to you guys bc i love this so much! hopefully as chapters go by, i get better in my writing and hope everyone enjoys it! i appreciate all of your kind words and interactions with me and making me feel welcome since i am new to writing on tumblr and kind of took a six year break from writing oneshots/fanfictions LOL. anyways please enjoy this chapter things are g3tting a little hot and heavy :P I CANT WAITT i hope that my writing is cathartic for my big girls we do not get enough representation for us in stories and writings!please enjoy! smut coming soon fr fr LMFAOO

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DECEMBER 21ST, 2024

YOU

you’ve been in jackson for a month now. you couldn’t believe it, you truly had every doubt about staying even a week. but, it’s probably the calmest life you’ve lived in a very long time. you enjoyed it and you truly felt you’d made the right decision, it didn’t take much convincing either. but, you still haven’t unpacked the items maria gave you and continues to give you. just in case. 

the neighbors are learning your name, as you are with them, and they actually care. as much as you let them. you felt quite bad because you found yourself still not clicking with anyone around you. and you’ve tried. the people your age find you boring, almost a dark cloud over them, bursting their bubbles. younger kids only approach you because of ellie, asking for advice on stance and grip. the older group, around tommy and joel’s age, finds you a bit much. 

your language, your lack of social awareness–sometimes it gets embarrassing. saying something old heads wouldn’t necessarily like, being too blunt and a little explicit. joel figured you should hang around your age group, yet you didn’t really click in with the rest. he was far from embarrassed being around you, you just said the things he was thinking out loud.

you only found yourself clicking with joel. in many ways, as much as he let you. he was standoffish most of the time, barely cracking a smile at your weird habits and the noises you make when you’re passed out on the couch. he refused to let you break him, this wall that he had up to survive. do not get attached. he thought, maybe the less he knew you the less it’d hurt to have anything happen to you. but it seems even as little as he does know you, he’s still feeling that tug at his heart laying his eyes on you. 

it was too late. whoops.

joel doesn’t want to address that feeling, and he doesn’t want to call it as it is. he actually cares about you. he had no choice but to call it that, because why else would he lie to you about finding cassettes in the house?— so that you didn’t know what he really did to get you whatever he could get his hands on. 

he didn’t want you to know that he actually smuggled in goods that he and his family needed, and while bribing, stealing, trading and selling for necessities, he made it a mission to find at least one cassette tape for you. he didn’t know you actually saw him red handed, and you still didn’t know where those boxes were coming from. he figured if you knew, you’d bring it up. 

he made it his mission for two whole weeks, after your first week of staying with him, and finally got his hands on some actual music for you. joel hadn’t made efforts like this in a long time, and he knew that denying the fact that he at least cared for you would mean he was being delusional. 

but he was always worried about you. you were his object of affection and he craved to find a way to get you out of his mind. he actually felt guilty for thinking about you in ways you’ve probably never been before, he felt guilty for wanting nothing but to make you feel good—however that was. 

you doubted it strongly of course, shaking the feeling off as your own delusion and insanity, but you always hoped. hoped that maybe his generosity and southern hospitality was actually him caring about you in a different way, but he was a grown man. you tried to off yourself in front of him–you were insane to think he’d even look at you as anything but a liability, he hardly looked your way as it was. 

at least you thought so.

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joel paid attention to every single thing he sees and hears. he doesn’t show it, he doesn’t acknowledge it—all he does is observe. some more than others. 

you didn’t talk to him unless he talked to you, you kept your distance like he wanted, but somehow he knew everything that was going on. he didn’t have to talk to you to know you, and that’s what he was ashamed of. he watched you. 

he was a creep, he felt like someone who was abnormal and making things weirder than they had to be. he was studying you and you didn’t even know. he picked up on what made you smile, which cassettes you listened to the most, which just so happened to be the ones he was ‘holding on to.’ and in the midst of observing you, he checked you out any time he got. 

when you weren’t looking mostly, but even sometimes when you were talking to him about something not so important. he realized that if you did see that his eyes wandered over you, you were probably gaslighting yourself into thinking he wasn’t doing exactly what you thought he was doing. he loved your body. and he loved the way you dressed your body, the way the shirts you wore always clung to your heavy breasts, how even when you dressed in baggy clothes he still wanted to ruin you like that. 

sick. you’re a sick old pervert, ya kno’ that? he knew. what joel didn’t know is why you made him feel this way, why you drove him to do the things that he does for you. why he acted feral every time you bent over, why he would storm out of the room when you got on your hands and knees to pick something you dropped up off the floor. 

but he also studied you because he wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling how you felt the night you woke up in jackson, to make sure you weren’t feeling depressed or like you didn’t want to be here anymore. just talk to her fucker. he couldn’t. he would never admit it, but he’s eavesdropped near ellie’s garage to hear conversations between the two girls. 

“ellie, i mean it, you cannot tell joel.” you hushed as you glanced towards the door, back to ellie. 

she scoffed. “like i’d tell him, lay it on me.” you noticed the irritation in her eyes when you brought up joel, asking yourself if maybe there was something that wasn’t being said. you just put a pin in it. 

“okay. one, i’m finally allowed a gun and i got my patrol route.” you cheered in a hush and joel almost pressed his ear into the door. 

ellie rolled her eyes, grabbing the piece of paper. “no fucking fair. good looks, telling me bad news first. what’s two?” she joked. 

“i met my patrol partner. his name’s uh, tyler? i think. yeah,” you looked down and nodded, assuring yourself. joel made it a note to tell ellie how thin her walls were, not right now though. 

“tyler… tyler m?” joel thought of every man in this town named tyler with the letter M as his last name. instantly made a mental list of five tylers. 

“i don’t know. but he asked me for a drink. tonight, he was gonna meet me here but i told him i’d meet him there. lesson number 5, always have a way to leave anywhere you are if you need to.” you said. you figured it’d be best to teach her as much as you could, telling her things she needed to hear to survive. 

that’s how joel knew immediately what was happening when he heard your soft singing from your cracked door. you were getting ready for him. he actually hated it. he couldn’t remember the last time he felt that heat in his chest, biting the tongue—it wasn’t until his face turned down into the old familiar feeling, what he recognized as jealousy. 

who was he to be jealous? for what? it was a saturday night, most people were off of work, and everyone was settling in the town’s circle to drink and watch movies. everyone but joel. he was now classified as a bitter old man, with a dark whiskey in his glass. maybe now a bitter, creepy old man as he knocks slightly on the cracked door and you invite him in. 

you were fixing the laces on your shoes, simple black converse, and his eyes made his way up from there to your face. a deep v neck shirt that looked like a second skin from how tight it was, and faded black jeans with tiny holes from being lived in that hugged the fat of your thighs. he never noticed the gold dainty necklace that sat in the middle of your chest, but it sits right between the curves of your breasts. were they always that big? he felt like a kid, ogling and asking stupid questions.  

“hellooo? joel?” you called to him as you rested your palms on the width of your thighs. he saw your lips, coated in a sheen and your hair split down the middle instead of being in a pony tail or bun. creepy old man. you’re being creepy joel!!! he shook his head. 

“headin’ to the circle?” he asked. if he were close enough you could smell the whiskey on his breath. 

“yeah i-,” you thought for a minute. joel didn’t trust the next person as much as you did. you saw his protectiveness through ellie, you felt maybe he’d feel the same for you. even if you were a bit delusional. 

“-was gonna catch a movie with ellie, most likely be back around 12.” you said as you glanced at the clock, 9:32. 

“‘s that right?” he said suggestively, like he knew something you didn’t. he did. 

“yeah. that’s right,” you stood firm, even shot him a dirty look. “why don’t you enjoy the night, joel. you got the house to yourself, ain’t that what you’ve been mopin’ around for?” you stood up and grabbed your gun to put in your waistband behind your shirt, sticking a knife in your high top converse and one in your jean pocket. 

maybe you got too defensive, but you were right in a way. he looked miserable around the house, storming in just to grab a beer and lock himself in the library or room. 

“that’s right,” he was just smug. so smug you couldn’t stand it, you wanted to slap him. 

“whatever joel,” you wanted to be right so bad. you wanted to prove to even yourself that you were right. but neither of you were buying into this act you played, and you knew it. he was making you nervous with his stare, the hard shell you had was practically ripped off of you when he grabbed your wrist before you left the room. he held you, shoulder to shoulder and looked at your face, down your neck and to your chest. 

“if you need anythin’, you let me know darlin’.” darlin’? it was so foreign to you, so alien that you didn’t even have time to process it before your mouth moved to say a small alright and taking your arm from his grip. when you did, it was cold and you could feel the print of his hand around your wrist down the stairs. 

it was so different, something that leaked off of his words when he spoke to you. and you wanted to hear more of it, explore that with him. 

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before you could psych yourself out of going through the bar’s doors, you heard someone call for your name and turned your head to the left to see tyler, walking towards you with a big grin on his face. tyler was just two years older than you, someone you met while you were in combat and patrol classes, and didn’t acknowledge until he approached you, re-introducing himself as your partner for the first two weeks. you couldn’t be cold and shoo him away, you just smiled and introduced yourself, really looking at him. 

he was not joel miller. tyler’s skin wasn’t as tan as joel’s but he wasn’t pale, and he was actually a bit lanky even under the thick coats he layered. you noticed that his chest wasn’t as broad and strong as joel’s, hell his arms were smaller than yours. he was a skinny tall thing, while you were a bit short and thick everywhere. and when he embraced you lightly at the entrance of the bar, you just felt cold. no warmth, no comfort, you felt like you’d break him. 

“hey, i was hoping you’d actually come.” he breathed in as he pulled away, still, it wasn’t feeling right. 

“why wouldn’t i?” 

“cause you’re out of my league,” he said with a seductive smile and you wanted to believe him. wanted to enjoy the night as it comes and maybe have a few drinks, talk. but your mind was on a bitter man who sat in a house all by his lonesome. 

the thing about ‘dates’ now is that small talk doesn’t happen anymore. what’s your mom like? she’s dead actually. really? mine too! it was pointless. if you ended up here, you knew that you were alone. 

it wasn’t long before you and tyler were sitting on two stools, side by side. your knees were in between his as the two of you talked, flirted, gave simple touches. you were having fun. doing what would seem normal at a bar, just enjoying the company of someone who actually liked you. 

“how come you’ve never hung out with anyone else? i never see you with anyone.” he said, his fingers tapping on your knee. 

“mmm, i’m just not for everyone.” you flirted, covering his fingers with yours. you knew this wasn’t going anywhere, but you’d like to live in it just a little longer. the touch of a man, someone who desired you even if it wasn’t how you wanted. something you started to crave from joel. 

“maybe you’re just for me then?” he suggested, and you decided to just play into it. it was kind of hard not to when you were thinking of joel, you needed to act out on it. 

“i doubt that, honey,” you said, tugging at the collar of his shirt. he smelled like tequila and grass, something not that appealing but you ignore it. you wanted something out of him tonight, because for some reason the words joel spoke to you kept ringing in your ears. if you need anything, you let me know darlin’. the words rumbled through your body and straight to your core, because if there’s anything you need he could definitely be of help. 

you didn’t know how long you stayed at this bar, teasing and touching each other until you felt the ache in your core, aching for a touch that you’ve had once before. but you didn’t give a shit about purity or virginity, you wanted the ache gone and you knew tyler was the best bet. 

“tyler,” you whispered in his ear as the bar started to empty. 

“yes, beautiful?” he answered and slid his hand up your thigh. 

“show me how good you are with your fingers, yeah?” 

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he followed you back to joel’s, hand in hand as you turned the key to the house and softly opened the door to prevent the creaking. granted, you didn’t think this through, like everything else. maybe you should’ve gone to his. you cringed a bit, walking inside. 

it was dark inside, nothing but the sizzle of a freshly put out fire. you put your fingers to your lips to shush him, taking him slowly upstairs and to your room. you couldn’t help but find yourself glancing at joel’s door, which is cracked open. 

you finally made it to your room with the lanky man groping your body and trying to slither you out of your jeans, letting him. 

“only want your fingers, okay? if not you can leave.” you established as you stood in your panties and tight shirt. 

“fuck, yeah that’s okay,” tyler himself was craving a woman’s touch, he didn’t even care if he got off. he just wanted to see you, a woman’s body, to feel you. 

“can i touch you? like anywhere?” he asked as he sat on the edge of your bed, his cock already hardened against his pants. it didn’t sound right coming from him. you wondered what it’d sound like with the texas twang you craved to hear from a certain man. 

it still made your core twinge a bit, remembering the last time you were this vulnerable. you couldn’t lie, even if it wasn’t what you wanted, you fell in to the odd touch of the man desperately trying to touch you. 

“anywhere. keep your dick in your pants, i’ll touch as i go if you want me to.” you moved over to him and crawled into your bed, and he slipped in next to you as he propped himself on his elbow to look at you. 

“you’re so pretty, really.” he said, genuinely and you smiled. your stomach even fluttered a bit. it’s been a long time hearing that, hearing desire. 

“touch me, please.” 

tyler took his time, a little more than you’d liked but he was busy distracted with the way your tits pushed up to your chin, like you were suffocating. touching and teasing, his touch felt good but it still didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel heartstopping. maybe you’re expecting too much. 

but he didn’t talk to you when he dipped his hand in your panties, you just heard his whimpers and panting as he rutted his hard on into the side of your fat thigh, barely focused on you. you weren’t feeling it anymore, your wetness wasn’t even directed towards him really. everything you did with him was what you wanted to do with joel. you weren’t interested anymore and it started to feel wrong, it never felt good because tyler wasn’t worried about you. just his nut, and you didn’t like that. you didn’t like to feel used. 

“okay, wait, wait—i said wait!” you said and grabbed his wrist, pulling it from your panties and moving off of the bed. 

“wait, fuck i’m sorry, i was just so, fuck i’m so sorry.” he said a bit loudly, and you swore you heard a creak in the hallway as you moved to the door. 

“it’s okay, i just, i’m not–i’m tired. i think you should go.” you said, hugging your arm as he adjusted himself in his pants and got up. 

“i’m sorry, i,-” he tried again and you waved him off. 

“it’s done and forgotten, you didn’t do anything you were just really into it. i wasn’t.” you were careful with your words, not as tough as you would be because you’re vulnerable. but he wouldn’t get far if he hurt you, you knew that. 

“i’m sorry, goodnight. can we kind of like, forget this?” he asked rubbing the back of his neck and you softly laughed. 

“forget what?” you smiled and he returned it, giving a small kiss on the cheek before he left. he was a nice man, a good kid, and he meant no harm. he didn’t need a ruthless beating or yelling, just needed to tell him it wasn’t meant to be. you couldn’t shake the feeling of how wrong it was, how wrong it felt being tyler touching you. 

you knew who you wanted to touch you. as sweet and kind and charming tyler was, he wasn’t what you wanted. the man you wanted was across the hall from you, on the other side of the stairs. sleeping, maybe. 

you knew ellie was at a friends house doing only god knows what, so with the hope in mind that joel was asleep in his room, you trotted downstairs braless, and bottomless. you were still in the same tight shirt you left in, but now just in the pink panties that were apart of the gifts maria got you. just new/traded clothing you needed. the shirt hugged you and cut off at the dip of your curve, the fat of your tummy slightly protruding between the shirt and your panties. 

you didn’t look towards the fireplace where the sofas were, instead you grab a small cup and let faucet water pour into it, taking a drink. 

“work up a sweat?” a deep southern voice said behind you, from a distance. you jumped at the sudden break of silence and turned quickly to the sofas. 

“joel? what the fuck,” you breathed and stepped out to walk to the sofas. somehow, you completely disregarded the fact that all you had on was a shirt and panties, standing in joel miller’s living room. 

“what made you think it was a bright idea to invite a bastard in my home like that? not only that,” he said. you finally saw the light from outside shining on his face as he stood up, something glimmering in his hand. a gun. “but letting him touch all over you? that prick?” 

you had a lot to say, a lot to yell out. but the only thing to say was a snarky comment. “you know he called you the same thing.” 

which, he did. but you were too drunk on the flirting and drinks to care or to know why, even though you already knew. joel wasn’t nice to anyone but ellie. tommy and maria even think he’s an asshole, but that’s tommy’s brother and maria’s brother in law. he’s family. but there were things that you didn’t know about joel miller. things he didn’t want you to know either. 

“why do you even care? who’s touching me, i mean.” you scoff, feeling less embarrassed about your state of clothing. but being a lot more aware as he steps closer and closer to your curvy figure, putting his gun in the waistband of his sweatpants. 

he was intimidating like this. towering over you with his fists clenched, searching your face for something. you felt your heartbeat pick up as his eyes raked over you and fell on your lips. he was drunk off of you, the sight of your fat cunt only being clothed by a single piece of fabric drove him to dig his nails in his palms. the nakedness of your thighs, and the midriff showing—it was going to kill him.

“if you’re gonna fuck these town folk, make sure it ain’t in my house.” he spit, and you just rolled your eyes. you felt like you were in trouble for sneaking out, like a teenager. 

“i didn’t fuck anyone. we didn’t do anything. he wanted to, i didn’t.” you defended, feeling small now but still holding yourself tall.

joel just looked at you, not wondering if you were lying or not. he knew you weren’t, he heard it himself the minute he heard something bang against your wall. it was just you shuffling to get up, and he heard you consoling him. you weren’t satisfied. 

“why’d you lie to me? bout’ seein’ him tonight?” he asked, your head tilted up to his as he steps one step closer. your chest is almost touch his, and your breathing was getting heavier. 

“figured you wouldn’t trust him,” you said, sounding like you wanted to say something else but keeping it to yourself. 

he was watching you like you were his prey. like you were something he wanted to take and devour for himself, like you were something for his eyes only. 

“smart girl,” 

“he touch you wrong?” he couldn’t help but ask, the curiosity killing him slowly as time passes with you standing in front of him with your tight pink panties on. he looked down between the two of you and saw the hardened pebbles that were your nipples showing up through your black tight shirt, down to your tummy that was pressed against his. he liked the softness of your belly, he was practically dying to grip it himself. he wanted to grip every part of you, to palm your pussy and feel how warm you were in his grip. he even found himself hating his own mind as thought of what your pussy would look like sucking him in. 

“i, he,” you were stuttering, embarrassing yourself as his hand trailed up your arm, thinking of all the ways he could watch you take his cock for him. 

you watched him watch you. how his eyes went dark again, how there was a slight touch of possessiveness in his voice. you didn’t assume though.

“can’t find the words, hm? he wasn’t makin’ you feel good?” he asked softly, watching as you closed your eyes and breathed through your mouth, opening again to see a small grin playing on his lips, his head tilted to the side. his fingers barely left your wrist, and made their way to your fleshy hip, tapping against the bare skin. he was enjoying this. making you squirm. making you nervous. 

“fuck off, joel,” you meant it to come out a lot stronger than it did, even you thought you sounded needy. “s’ none of your damn business,” you spit, stronger this time.

and before you could even wallow in your retorts, a smile tugged very faintly at his lips. you weren’t so convincing when you were practically trying to pull him to your body with your fists buried in his sweater. he appreciated the effort though, he's never met someone with as much bite in their bark as you.

he just liked to watch you writhe for him. you wanted to whine with how eager you were for him, how mean he was being to you for no reason. you needed him.

“it’s like you’re not even tryin’, what’s the matter? do i make you nervous sweetheart?” he gleamed in his power over you, the way your eyes searched for him and your mouth parted, just for him. he wanted to ruin you in every way. ruin every man for you, show you how to truly be taken care of.

"go fuck yourself," you retorted and he actually laughed. and he laughed at you. a sudden heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment filling you.

“i didn’t tell you but,” he paused as he leaned into your ear, grazing his cheek against yours and smiling to himself, “you looked real pretty today, ya know that? you look even prettier like this, all flustered for me.” 

you had to be dreaming. had to have gone to sleep after tyler left, and this was your wet dream making up for it. there was no way you were this exposed to joel and he was practically pressed up against your body as he told you how pretty you looked. you couldn’t speak, your tongue was tied and joel smiled to himself as he realized he got you to shut up.

“would ya let me touch you, sweet girl? maybe you'd be nicer if someone knew how to touch you,” he asked, his fingers playing on your hip. 

you still couldn’t answer. it felt like a trap, like if you let yourself give in to his words, every guard you put up was pointless. you were frozen, and suddenly felt insanely vulnerable but his voice was so inviting, so impossible to not fall into.

“touch me where?” you asked, treading lightly. you wanted to hear it, you wanted him to tell you he wanted you as bad as you wanted him. you wanted to prove to yourself that you hadn't lost your mind yet. but you also wanted to stretch whatever this was as long as possible before you find yourself on your knees for him without even asking.

joel felt like he was out of his body. like he was watching you squirm and move under his presence from above. he was so distracted by how hard your nipples were rubbing against him that he didn’t even notice your fists balled into his shirt, trying to take him in closer. maybe it was the alcohol he drank to ignore the jealousy he felt, or maybe it was the fact that tommy came to tell joel about the boy you were seeing. how the two of you were practically on top of each other before he left, how he was touching you in public–he was angry. 

nothing was done, nothing more than joel grabbing your almost bare hip and you tugging on his shirt, but it still felt like something that was crossing a line. a line you wanted to cross.

until he got the courage to grab the hand that was buried in his sweater, taking it in his own and touching you with your hand. he was answering your question. his hand ghosted on top of yours as his eyes watched your eyes train on the sight between the two of the bodies, enjoying how soft and pink you look. you were hot and bothered, and he could get used to seeing you like this. 

“first place i’d touch you, baby,” he breathes, his lips practically against your cheek now. he was breathing you in, drinking you in, “is right here,” 

his hand guided you to cup your mound, angry that it wasn’t his hand touching you. your breath was shaky while you watched him, your eyes flickering from his moving hand to his eyes, and every time he made sure your eyes latched onto his. he wanted you to know how much he was enjoying teasing you like this, he wanted you to remember the way he looked at you while you panted against him. 

“but like this, lemme show you ‘xactly how i’d touch you sweetheart,” he was lost, drunken only on you, ignoring the world around him. “don’t think that boy would be enough for a woman like you, ain’t that right?"

he took his own hand as you were still pressed against his front, his lips now teasing the skin of the crook of your neck and starting to pull your panties away from your skin to dip his hand inside. your breathing was uneven and your soft whimpers were getting louder the more he trailed down into your underwear, and he was loving them.

the second he felt the scruff of your unshaved mound, he heard you release a shaky, sexy breath, and he grew harder against your bare abdomen. even feeling the heat of your skin on his clothed cock made him want to get on his knees and worship you.

"needy little fuckin' thing, that desperate for me huh? you gonna let me feel this pretty pussy how i want?"

he was so fucking filthy. so filthy for someone who hasn't even seen you naked, so filthy for someone who didn't even talk to you before this. it was agonizing, you were melting into his harsh words and wanted to listen to him make you feel small like this all night.

"joel, i swear," you warned as his breath hit your lips with his eyes on yours.

you had a bush, he thought to himself. he really didn’t think that would turn him on of course,  but now he pictured you standing in front of him, bottomless. how your belly would look with your curves, the way your breasts would rest at their natural position, your thighs fat and wide all for him, and the pretty fat mound waiting for him to feel and taste. worst time to think all of that of course, because it sent a flood of blood and excitement to his groin, giving him another thing to be nervous about. but god did he want to see it, see all of you laid in his bed, and tugging on the thatch of hair on your mound. he was fucked.

and god forbid you figured out that he’s been picturing you bent and folded in every way just so he could reach to the back of your cervix, if you figured out that his anger towards you is pent up sexual frustration because every time you’re in the shower, he’s thinking of the way you looked lathered in soap, waiting for him to join you. he was a sick man to think of you like this, but all of his desires and fantasies were threatening to barge in, to unleash all of his wants and needs to you. 

he was fighting himself to be a respectable man, a man who doesn’t think of women who were young enough to be his own kid in ways that were sinful. he shouldn’t be wanting to fill your throat with his cock when you smart mouth him. he was losing whoever he thought was himself, and letting heart and cock do his thinking. 

you couldn't think right, nothing was processing as you felt the heat of his hand on your cunt. you felt another wave of pleasure hit you and suddenly, you could feel your wetness pooling for him in your panties. you had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that joel actually wanted you too, even if he wanted to put you in your place for once and shut you up.

you didn't care how he wanted you. you were a bitch, but you were desperate for him.

"mmm, you're real scary, baby, threats ain't gettin' you anywhere. you have t' beg me for my fingers," he teased, rubbing the hair on your mound.

"oh fuck off, i'm not begging you for shit," you're putting up a fight with yourself, and you were winning. at leadt you thought so. even if you were letting him touch you this way, you weren't goping to beg him or give him the pleasure of watching you submit to him.

"yeah? maybe i'll jus' make ya," he grinned, his sinister smile forming while he rested his forehead on yours, his hand inside your panties as the two of you watched him tease your lips.

the second joel’s finger moves from your hairy mound to the fat lips of your cunt to spread and feel just how much you ached for him, to tease your hole so you'd be sent into a fit of desperation, the two of you heard the doorknob jiggle and a loud laugh from the outside, meaning it was ellie. joel pulled his hand and body away quickly and nodded upstairs with a hard look, giving you the hint to go before ellie saw you in your panties. 

your face expressed everything to him, you needed him. and you didn’t want to let go. he watched as you walked up the stairs, your ass practically eating up the fabric of your panties. it left nothing to the imagination and he groaned, something you swore you heard, before he fixed himself in his pants. 

ellie walked in, and you stayed at the top of the stairs out of sight to hear the lecturing. 

“are you outta your damn mind, ellie? it’s three in the mornin’,” his paternal instincts were coming out, and you smiled. 

“i was down the street. relax, i just didn’t want to stay there.” ellie defended as she slipped her shoes off. 

“did somethin’ happen? are you hurt?” he asked quickly, examining ellie to see if he saw blood or cuts anywhere. 

“jeez, no joel lay off. why are you up anyways isn’t it like six hours past your bedtime?” she scoffed, annoyed at the father figure lecturing her right now. what was he gonna tell her? 

“was waitin for your friend to come home, so i can lock up before bed,” he lied. he was lying and you knew it. you came home an hour ago, and he was still up. 

“you’re in love aren’t ya? old man,” ellie teased. her demeanor was a little more playful than she’d been this last month and he shook his head annoyed, but to you it was silent. your lips pinched into a thin line as you heard joel grunt.

“go to be ellie. now.” he ordered and she rolled her eyes, saying her good nights and going to the garage to sleep in her space. 

a part of you wanted joel to come upstairs, into your room and to do everything he wanted to do. you didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but with the touching and flirting he was doing, it seemed like he wanted you. maybe he was drunk, you could smell it on his breath! he seemed pretty sober talking to ellie. you cursed yourself as you moved quietly to your room, leaving the door cracked open just in case. 

but nothing. you heard him trudge up the stairs, and walk directly the opposite direction into his own room. you were frustrated at this point. sexually frustrated if you must say, and the ache in your core was not leaving any time soon. 

you felt embarrassed, and you felt like joel was toying with you. all of the sudden this comes up and he's trying to finger fuck you in the living room when you genuinely thought he didn't even acknowledge your mere existence. it was so confusing for you, but the only thing you knew for sure now after a few weeks of deciding is that you craved joel miller.

it was a weird feeling. only because growing up in an apocalyptic world as a teenager and a young adult meant your chances of love and relationships were slim to none, at least for you. but you met joel in times where you had given up already.

as you lied in bed, wondering if joel was asleep or thinking about you too, you felt silly. you were setting yourself up for disaster by having hope that whatever this was with joel was more than that, and not just that. you worried you were getting ahead of yourself, maybe you were taking joel's advances too seriously. what if he just wants an easy fuck? nothing serious, something for pleasure in this dark world where everyone seeks a way to alleviate their pain

you felt like maybe you were geting into your head like you always do. maybe this could be good. maybe this could be your chance to let go, be vulnreable again, let someone make you feel like a teenager again. you had your fair share of crushes when you were in the QZ, you remembered that innocent feeling of liking someone, the shyness that came with it, how nervous you got around them. and with joel, you felt that times one hundred.

the flutters in your stomach, the goosebumps on your skin when he stands too close to you. he made you feel good even without trying.

but nothing good comes from joel miller.

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[13eyond13]

What headcannons do you have on B during his career (for a lack of a better word) as a serial killer? To me, he's like one of the funniest characters but also the most pathetic in the most poetic try-hard way. Why do you think he's such a try-hard? He's coping but what is he coping from?

OMG B!!! Haven't thought about my favourite stupid son B enough lately, so thank you for this ask....

So he's a try-hard because he is probably VERY INSECURE, to be blunt. He probably has very little sense of self-worth or a concrete sense of identity outside of trying to one-up L, and he takes that to the extreme in a highly comical way. He's also no doubt traumatized from his insane childhood as a shinigami hybrid who watched many people (including both his parents) die while knowing they were going to die / was also raised very weirdly and abusively/experimentally at Wammy's and made to feel like he was only worth something if he could be as smart and talented as the legendary L. In his mind he decided that creating his own destiny would be better and rebelled against that expectation by being like, "why be the next L when instead I could DEFEAT L by creating a brilliant crime that he can't possibly solve?"

ANYWAY there's a reason he is the most creepypasta villain / emo boi / dark academia darling of the fandom, and that highly melodramatic backstory is a huge part of it - which I DO love dearly in its own mid 2000s way, even though I also sometimes sigh at it because of the extra villainous cartoony edge it adds to L's backstory, and don't always want to take it very seriously as part of L's characterization in the manga plot...

So on my most recent re-read of the LABB novel, I feel I was a bit struck by just how... Not Good B's impression of L actually is? And this was kind of hilarious to me to think about. I feel like when I was younger and really into shipping LxB I read it just as "clearly B has a massive crush on L and is doing his best to imitate him perfectly because he hero worships him and sincerely wants to be him so bad!" HOWEVER this time around I remember thinking something along the lines of "wow, this feels almost like B just googled how to cosplay L and then lazily threw something together 5 minutes before crawling under the bed", hahaha. So he either just kinda sucks at imitating L (and maybe so, but he also managed to trick the families of the victims into letting him investigate the crime scenes, so he's probably not THAT bad at acting when he wants to be?) or maybe he's intentionally trying to make a mockery of L. It is ALSO FASCINATING from a psychological POV to imagine he's just being a troll about it all and trying to make fun of L with how he behaves! Like! Was he intentionally mocking L with his impression of him to somebody who would never even get the stupid joke in the first place? If that's the case, it's excruciatingly cringy to me that nobody even gets his joke the entire time, hahaha.... poor Naomi suffered more than Jesus at some points during that investigation, I swear...

B trying to do a scathing impression of L to somebody who has never even met him before:

ANYWAYS. I think that whatever the case, he PROBABLY hoped/expected L himself was going to show up to the crime scene to confront him, at any rate. And so therefore he probably initially dressed up as L not to genuinely pass to anybody as L, but maybe expecting to do some ominous dark mirror/ arch-nemesis big reveal shit to L?? Perhaps once he realized that Naomi was the only one coming / was working for L he just changed gears a bit and decided he'd just lead her through the clues as best he could while trying out this cosplay of the guy that he wants to offend most, but this is in my mind pretty much how it must have gone.

One of my fave headcanons about him is that he re-read that crossword puzzle he made / that the police threw out without solving SO MANY times while he was sweating off his makeup under the bed, as well... that's why he had to show it to Naomi as soon as he got out... he was like "I PUT A LOT OF WORK INTO THIS DAMMIT, and SOMEBODY is going to appreciate it" hahahaha. Ohhh, B....

#like i LOVE B #but i also think he sucks ass as a person #but i love that he's written kind of so melodramatically and cartoonishly that i can still just laugh at him and not feel too bad about it #even though his life is sad and clearly sucked ass #idk he's my 3rd fave just because he's such a funny sad shitty guy #and weirdly complex to contemplate despite how much of a creepypasta villain he also is #beyond birthday #p #death note

[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are you doing?

AFTER HALF A CENTURY...IM BACK WITH ANOTHER SICKFIC!

Now, this one was supposed to be a little drabble but I got a little carried away...

Anyways, enjoy!

Thinking about Hyunjin who has a really bad stomachache and he’s been crying on and off all day and can barely eat anything but once he feels a bit better he goes with reader to the library while she study’s in silence and he just kinda tries to distract himself with reading, but then he starts feeling nauseous and can’t really talk because yk you gotta be QUIET in a library. So he has to text her to tell her he feels like he’s going to vomit but she’s not quite getting the hint that he wants to leave so he has to be really blunt with her 😭. THEN she takes him outside and he just dry heaves, then she gives him water and he just throws up the water. but when they get in the car…oh that’s a WHOLE new situation and mess.

LIBRARY DATE

While you were on your midterms, Hyunjin was in a well-deserved rest period. However,  the poor boy's body was feeling the toll from the last promotion. His immune system wasn't doing that great and he ate something that didn't sit well with his stomach.

He woke up with a really bad stomach ache, it was a sharp pain around his middle, especially sharp in the pit of his stomach. The pain was so strong he actually started crying at some point.

- babe, it hurts!

- oh baby. I know it does. I gave you medicine, it will take some time for it to work. Do you want to eat some light soup? Or maybe a fruit?

- no...it feels horrible...I feel like I've eaten enough for the week.

- but you didn't eat anything. Not since last night.

-I know....but I just can't, it's hurting too much.

- oh Hyune...do you want me to rub your belly?

- yes...

You sat next to him at the edge of the bed where he was lying down and proceeded to rub his belly. He felt comfortable with your touch and closed his eyes to try and rest. In a few minutes, he managed to fall asleep.

You let him rest while you finished doing your chores at the house and prepared something light for him to eat in case he woke up feeling a little better.

A few hours later, he woke up feeling a little better, the pain was barely there and he was actually feeling a bit hungry.

You had prepared some light snacks for him, as you thought that would sit better than soup.

- Hey sleepyhead.

- Hey babe.

He said going towards you like a little kid for a hug.

You hugged him as he buried his face on your shoulders and spoke softly.

- Are you feeling better?

- Yeah...a little....

- Do you want to eat something?

- Yeah...

- Come on.

You said as you grabbed his hand and walked to the table. You served him the snacks you were preparing before in hopes he'd be able to get at least a little bite in.

- You don't have to eat everything. Just pick what you think your stomach will agree with.

- Woah! Thank you, honey.

You just smiled as you sat in front of him while he ate. You kept scrolling through your phone and chatting with him.

- Hyune

- Hm?

- I'm thinking about going to the library to study later. Are you gonna be ok alone?

- Can I accompany you?

- are you sure? Are you feeling better?

- Yeah. I think going out of the house might help me feel less stressed.

- Okay then. Why don't you finish eating and while you digest your food, I'll take a shower and get ready?

- ok!

He did as you told him, he sat on the couch and patiently waited while you showered and gathered your stuff.

The local library wasn't that big but it was beautiful and cozy and definitely helped you feel more concentrated to study.

You found a free table, sat down, and organized your things, you put on your earphones to help you concentrate more. Hyunjin just sat in front of you, completely in love seeing you so focused. He loved seeing how passionate you were about the things you did, even if it was just sitting down and studying.

He couldn't really keep on using his phone so he decided to look for a book about art to read while you studied.

At first, he was entertained, almost like a toddler, he managed to learn about some other painting techniques and he was happy that this outing turned out to be productive for him as well.

But then things started to go south. As he was reading, the stomachache from earlier was starting to turn into full nausea.

And unfortunate to him because, ironically, he picked a book that had tons of Van Gogh's paintings in it, and all that swirling werent helping at all.

He brought a hand to his stomach and gently pressed on it because even though he felt nauseous, the pain from earlier was still lingering around.

He tried to stay focused on the book but the more he tried to read or look at the pictures the more his stomach twisted. He placed the book on the table, closed his eyes took and deep breath in, and exhaled, trying to keep the nausea at bay.

He kept bringing his hand to his stomach and fidgeting on the chair, most to catch your attention, but you were basically in another dimension of full focus, and he didn't really want to use his phone and risk feeling even worse.

But the nausea was growing stronger, so he had no other option. He got his phone and texted you, but the contents of the message weren't shown so you just shrugged it off as him trying to distract you.

He sent a few more texts, but you didn't even bother looking up, part of you wanted to show him that you could stay focused even when he incorporated a toddler to annoy you. But little did you know the distress he was in.

He set down his phone and lay his head on his arms, but the nausea was reaching its peak. He could feel the little he had eaten earlier sloshing around and his mouth started pooling with saliva. He started to swallow convulsively but things just weren't working.

He felt something rushing up his chest and a foul taste in his mouth, he was gonna throw up and there was nothing more he could do to avoid it. And you still hadn't read his texts. He didn't want to talk, first because you were in a library and it was really quiet, and second because he was afraid that if he opened his mouth he'd throw up right then and there, but he had no other choice. He needed to get out of there.

He abruptly put down your book and if you weren't in a library, you would've yelled at him.

You looked straight at him but before you could even get angry, he took his only chance.

- I'm gonna throw up.

He said as quietly as possible but still urgent. Apparently, just admitting that he was gonna be sick, made his stomach contract and he was quick to cover his mouth to surpass a gag.

- Shit.

You said standing up and getting to his side. You just grabbed his arm and wrapped your arm around him as you guided him out, his body already bending over as his stomach contracted again.

Unfortunately for him, some people noticed the sudden commotion.

For some reason, the bathroom wasn't near the room you were in, so you just took him outside in the yard.

He bent over, hands on his knees for support while you kept on holding his arm and rubbing his back.

He spat out the thick saliva that had filled his mouth as you two were walking out of the room.

He felt awful, saliva kept filling his mouth over and over again and he just kept spitting it out. But the nausea was still there and it was strong.

He tried straightening his back for a bit to see if he would feel any different, but it just made his stomach flip again.

He bent over one more time and began gagging again, you could feel him tensing up under your touch with every gag but nothing but saliva came out. You felt horrible and could only hope people would just pass by and not notice him.

- Hyune? May I try something?

He just nodded. You massaged his stomach with a bit of pressure to see if you could stimulate it somehow to help him get whatever was making him feel bad out. But it didn't work, he just kept dry heaving.

- I-I feel awful...my stomach is churning and flipping but nothing is coming up...

- Oh baby...Why don't you try drinking some water? Maybe trying to get something in will help you throw up. Don't take small sips, just try to drink as you normally would.

You handed him your bottle of water and he drank it just as you said.

He drank almost half a bottle and he could feel his stomach revolting inside him. He bent over again and gagged a few times before his stomach contracted a little more and brought up all the water he had just drank but nothing else.

You kept rubbing his back as he proceeded to throw up water and thick saliva. In a few minutes, he was left dry heaving again. You gave him some water to rinse his mouth and then wiped it.

- Babe? Why don't we sit down for a bit?

- Hmm...

You guided him to a nearby tree and helped him sit down.

- How are you feeling?

- Sick...

- Okay. Let's go home. I'll go grab our stuff.

- I'm sorry...I'm sorry for interrupting your study...

- Don't apologize...I should be the one apologizing for not noticing sooner... Just wait here, I'll be right back.

He lay his back on the tree and tilted his head back with his eyes closed. He took deep breaths and tried to pay attention to his breathing or the sound of the leaves rustling with the wind, anything that could distract him from nausea in his stomach.

You grabbed your stuff and apologized for the sudden commotion and left to get the sick boy waiting by the tree.

- Come on, let's go. Can you stand?

- Can you help me?

- Of course.

You positioned your arms beneath his while he held you for support, and helped him to his feet. You stood like that for a while, with a firm grip on him, to make sure he wasn't feeling faint before heading to the car.

- Do you prefer to roll down your window or the AC?

- The AC...I'm afraid that any smell will enter the car if the windows are open.

- Okay. Babe, tell me if you feel like throwing up, okay? So I can at least try to pull over.

- Okay.

The first 30 minutes of the ride were okay. He kept his eyes closed while you held his hand, thank God for automatic cars. You kept quiet the whole time because you didn't want to overwhelm him.

But then, the worst happened. Traffic. For some reason, traffic stopped. And you felt desperate because you wanted to get home fast, so Hyunjin could rest.

- Shit! There must've been an accident or the traffic lights are broken...you okay?

He just nodded and closed his eyes again. You knew he wasn't okay, he was far from being okay. Traffic felt like it was moving one centimeter at a time.

He was okay at first because the car wasn't moving but the realization that he'd be stuck in a car for god knows how long while feeling sick made everything worse.

The nausea which was somewhat controlled, increased ten times. He squeezed his eyes and let out a shaky sigh while his hands gripped his thighs and the door handle with such force his knuckles turned white. He tried taking deep breaths but the sudden movement of the car made his stomach jolt. He felt something coming up his throat and started to swallow convulsively. There's no chance in hell he was gonna throw up inside the car, he had already ruined your study day and now he was going to soil your car with vomit? No chance.

You were too focused on the road, trying to understand what was causing the traffic jam, so you didn't notice him fidgeting by your side.

He managed to swallow it back but it was a useless effort. As soon as it went down it shot back up, hot foul tasting liquid hitting the back of his throat. He gagged and quickly brought his hands to his mouth, fearing the worst.

The gag snapped you back into the reality of the car.

- Hyune? You okay?

He barely made eye contact with you when his stomach jolted one more time, making him gag once more. But this time, vomit gushed out, slipping through his fingers, and soiling both him and your car.

- Oh my god! Hyune!

His stomach didn't give him time to think before contracting again and sending even more pale vomit up, once again escaping through his fingers.

You were shocked with the situation unfolding before your eyes so it took a few seconds for you to react.

You quickly reached for the glove box and found a little towel you always kept with you, considering how he had gotten sick in the car before.

- Oh babe! Don't worry.

You placed it on his lap and told him to open his hands and let the vomit fall on the towel, while you drove a little more. Once you stopped again, you looked for a plastic bag inside your stuff so that Hyunjin could throw up everything making him feel bad.

- Here. Use this.

- S-sorry...I'm s-sorry...

- Don't apologize. It's not your fault you're sick.

He closed his eyes as he gagged again, this time inside the bag, liquid coming out and hitting the back making a sickening sound. You could only rub his back and mutter some words while you drove.

- Oh baby, just let everything out.

He burped another wave, followed by another one making him bend forward a little and you could feel him tensing up under your hand.

- Just get everything out.

He gagged a few times until he threw up again, vomit mixing with the liquid inside the bag. The car was starting to smell and you both wanted to get out of there.

Thankfully, the traffic jam stopped and you as fast as you legally could to get home.

Arriving there, you went straight to Hyunjin's door to help him.

- Here. Let me get rid of this.

You threw away the bag filled with vomit and turned your full attention to him, who was sitting inside the car facing you.

- We're home, baby. Let's go. Can you stand?

- I don't kno-

He was cut off by a sudden gag that sent up more vomit making him bend forward and you barely escaped from soiling your shoes. You shifted to his side and rubbed his back as he vomited again.

- Here. Rinse your mouth and let's go up. You need to take a shower.

He rinsed his mouth and you helped him up, wrapping your hands around him and carefully heading to the elevator.

Arriving home, you went directly to the bathroom with Hyunjin. You helped him out of his soiled clothes and tossed them in the dirty laundry basket.

- You don't need to stay here...

- Hyune, we've been dating for quite some time now...you don't need to be embarrassed. I just don't want to risk you fainting in the shower. But I'll turn around if that will make you feel more comfortable.

- Thank you...sorry...

- it's okay, honey.

Thankfully the shower ended without any accidents, despite him dry heaving over the rain for a brief moment.

You helped him change clothes and then got the bed ready for him to sleep.

You embraced him in a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. And that was the last straw. He started to cry and sob and buried his face in your shoulder.

- Honey? Baby? Why are you crying?

You said with a cute voice and almost crying yourself.

- I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...

- it's okay, baby! Stop apologizing.

- but...I ruined your day...you couldn't study because of me, your car is completely dirty...I'm sorry

He said breaking down even more.

- Oh baby! There's nothing to apologize for. You were sick! It's not your fault! You didn't ruin my day! Stop worrying about that! Hyune, I love you! I'd never, not once, think that you ruined my day.

You said as you cupped his face in your hands and wiped his tears away.

- promise me you'll stop feeling guilty about it.

- I- I promise...

He said pouting. You kissed him and then embraced him again as you two lay in bed.

- How are you feeling?

- Still a little nauseous...

- Wait here a little bit, let me grab a bucket just in case.

You grabbed the bucket at light speed and went back to bed. You cuddled him and started rubbing his belly. He sunk under your touch and within minutes, the poor tired boy was fast asleep.

You changed your approach and kept stroking his hair until you fell asleep as well.

The night went on without any other incidents, the poor boy had his energy completely drained after everything that happened and you couldn't be more grateful that he managed to sleep like a rock until midday.

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[marshmallowdarling]

heyyy uhh

I dont know how many reqs you have so I'll keep it short, dw! but darth vader (actually Vader; most ppl i've seen tag it as darth vader when its not, yk?😅) "reuniting" w/ a gn friend of his, but the reunion is them being captive 😀👍. like maybe the friend was captured bcuz he was hunting for jedis, or they were helping ppl escape and that backfired on them.

you're free to choose how his friend got captured cuz im just throwin ideas. so many scenarios lmao 😆😆😆

I'm finally back!!

So sorry for being away for so long and so sorry for taking so long to get to this request, I stopped writing it half way through the first bit and realised I might have fucked up the request but kept going anyways lol so sorry if it wasn't how you imagined!!

I tried making it a little more yandere at the end but I will 100% write a few head canons or more one shots after about how life would be after this if anyones interested!! :D

Remember my request are still open!!

✧3735 words ✧ Vader x Reader ✧ Sher/Her pronouns

Hope you enjoy bubs!

~Mwah!

(Y/N) never wanted to be a jedi, not really. She wanted to help people of course but did she really want this life?

Her question was answered after her dear friend Anakin died; no, she didn’t want this life.

She wanted a life of her own, to not have to train every day with multiple weapons, to not have to stress about every movement she makes. 

She wanted a life where she could sleep in, where she could just breathe and live and do mundane things, where she could make connections and love. 

But the force works in mysterious ways and after (Y/N) had grown up, settling down in a small town and having a small shop that she adored as it played into her hobby, she was yanked back into the life she had left behind.

Obi wan had reached out to get her to help the resistance, she was apprehensive at first but after seeing him come back to her shop a bloody mess with her childhood friend Ahsoka, she had reluctantly agreed to help him just to help people escape the empire. 

“I thought you said there wouldn’t be any troopers here.” (Y/N) hisses, using the force to yank a metal box towards three troopers and slam them into the wall. She barely misses the blaster shot as she jerks her body behind another crate.

Crouching down to cover herself, she fumbles to get her (borrowed) blaster from her thigh holster before peeking out and taking a few bad shots. 

Ahsoka uses the distraction to take down the last two troopers before looking down at (Y/N) and extending her hand. “It wasn’t a part of the plan.” They both grunt as she hauls her friend up. 

“When does anything ever go according to plan” (Y/N) grumbles as she dusts herself off. 

Ahsoka just chuckles before looking around they alley way they were forced into. “Master Kenobi said the captured Jedi’s are around here, we already made a scene so we should just go without him. If they caught us off guard, we should probably assume he’s not doing well on his end either.” 

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“Come on this way.” (Y/N) whispers to an injured Jedi as she helps them walk in the cover of the night. “We’re almost there, just hold on a little bit more.” Her eyes glance at the wound at their side, blood already seeping through the fabric she had ripped from her outfit and used as a makeshift bandage. 

Panic shoots up her spine as (Y/N) throws herself and the Jedi to the side just barely missing the swipe of a saber. 

Rolling over to push herself up by her arms she doesn’t miss the boot that slams into her stomach, a silent scream creeps up her throat as her mouth widens at the blunt pain. 

She had never seen him in the flesh, but anyone could figure out who that black booted foot belongs too. 

Darth Vader.

Gritting her teeth in pain she grabs his ankle to haul her body up slightly as her other hand comes and pushes behind his knee to make him drop. 

‘GO! GET TO THE OTHERS AND GET THE KRIFF OUT OF HERE!’ She yells to the Jedi using the force as Vader swings his arm and lands a right hook. 

(Y/N) says good bye to her life as she focuses everything on just making sure Vader is distracted enough to let the injured Jedi and the rest escape. She sees them start to crawl to the wall to haul their body up in their peripheral, but she just elbows Vader’s chin making his helmet covered face tilt up. 

 This is the first time she had seen him; she can see a hazy reflection of herself in the black metal of his armour, but she gets flown back and slammed into the ground as he reaches out his hand and uses the force to pin her down. 

Her torso gets the brunt of the attack and she flicks her wrist to get a few scattered rocks and stones thrown at him. They don’t do much damage as his armour takes the brunt of it, but it throws him off enough to let her grab her blaster and take a few shots making him release his force. 

Two hit his chest head on, his armour taking the shots as he remained unharmed, whilst the others miss pathetically. 

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a Jedi.” His voice booms out, modulated from his helmet but still unbelievably deep as he snarls. His arm extends to use the force again, but she takes a few more shots at his arm making him flinch back. 

“I am no Jedi.” She spits back, the hood covering her form starts to lift as the wind picks up but it manages to stay on. “You must not be as smart as they say you are if you really can’t see my plan.” 

Finally seeing that the Jedi is out of sight, (Y/N) throws all her force at him. Vader gets thrown back a few inches but stays strong to the rest as he swipes his arm out and knocks her off her feet, his raises his arm and moves her around like a rag doll in the air before he slams her down into the ground, keeping her pinned there. 

She can barely move her fingers this time, not even a twitch as she sees his figure start to walk towards her. Pressure starts enclosing around her throat, blocking her air supply as she tries to rip her arms away, but they just lay there helplessly. She gasps, gritting her teeth to try and do anything but all she can manage is to kick her feet as the wind finally rips away her hood, instantly slapping her face with the cold chilling air. 

Her vision starts to bleed in and out as her head spins from the lack of oxygen, (Y/N) manages to see Vader now looming over her figure and she thinks she sees him recoil back once he finally gets a look at her face. 

The invisible hand around her throat and pinning her limbs down let go almost instantly. She flings her body up and immediately gulps down air and coughs, everything hurts and throbs in pain, but she can’t think about anything as her hands come up to cradle her throat as she tries to fight off unconsciousness and steady her breathing. 

(Y/N)’s mind finally comes back to her as she cranes her neck up to see Vader just standing there. 

“Wh-What?” She manages to croak out as her throat screams in protest, tears she didn’t know were now spilling to coming down her chin. 

A weird crackling sound comes out and she thinks it’s his modulated breathing as he just stares. 

She wants to fight, to do anything but sit there on the ground pathetically but it takes everything in her just to loll her head up at him, her body feeling like lead as new bruises start to flourish with old ones. It had been days of fighting and running and healing injured Jedi without any rest.

(Y/N) was never the strongest and after years of not training or using any force, she had become weak. 

He says something, she thinks it’s a name, her name?

But her eyes finally close as her body falls to the side and her brain drags her to sleep. 

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(Y/N) shuffles around a bit on the plush bed to get herself comfortable before her mind starts to darken again, the silk sheets feeling soft and light yet warm. 

Wait sheets? Bed?

Throwing her body up, the black sheets pool at her waist as she frantically looks around the room. 

It’s a room of some sorts, maybe on a ship? The walls are metal and the room’s big but bare with anything personalised. 

She remembers the fight with Vader, thinking she was going to die but he just let her go and then she passed out. 

The room spins as her vision finally clears its sleepy haze and the more she tries to focus the more the throbbing pain in her head hurts. Her body is so sore, and it feels like she has to use every piece of strength in her body to try and pick up her arm. 

Nausea creeps up her throat and she groans as she curls into herself. 

Hearing the door open, she forces her body up right as she watches Vader stride in, there’s no words exchanged as he closes the door and takes a few steps towards the bed.

They both stare at each other, (Y/N) staring into the eyes of his helmet to try and search for his eyes and Vader looking in those familiar (E/C) orbs he used to search comfort in. 

Slowly, he starts to lift his helmet off and (Y/N) goes to stop him but it dies in her throat when she sees his face. 

“Anakin?” Her voice is so soft he barely misses it, he wants to correct her and say that Anakin is dead but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. 

(Y/N) doesn’t know what to do, she wants to swear at him, she wants to jump and scream and hug him so tight but… 

“You’re…. You’re not Anakin.” She says slowly. 

She can see the hurt flash in his eyes before he looks away and puts his helmet back on. They both return to silence before (Y/N) speaks again.

“What do you want from me? Why am I here? Why didn’t you just…” She trails off, her head pounding harder as she thinks about her childhood best friend ending her life. 

“Just what? Kill you?” His voice comes out sharp, but the ugly sound of his modulator crackling tells her his voice strained. 

(Y/N) pushes herself up by her arm to sit properly as he watches her through his visor. “You fought with Master Obi-Won and fought to kill. Why didn’t you do that to me once you saw who I was?” 

“That’s different” Vader’s voice comes out uncharacteristically high, but he calms himself before continuing. “You are in my bedroom and you will be here until I say so. I’ll go get you some medicine and food.”

His black cape flows as he turns around to leave but (Y/N) leans forward to try and make him stay. 

“Wait! Anakin-” 

“It’s Vader now!” He snaps cutting her off. “And don’t think of leaving this room, your injured and I have the door locked with guards stationed outside. Just sit down and do nothing, like you have done for years.” 

The last few words digs a knife into her heart but she doesn’t even have the time to properly react before he’s out of the room with the sound of the door sliding closed. 

(Y/N) stares blankly at the door as her head falls back to softly thunk against the bed post. 

Had her Anakin really turned into this? Into the monster that is Darth Vader? 

A few tears escape her eyes that she’s too exhausted to wipe away. “Oh Anakin, what did they do to you?” 

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Like he had said, Vader came back into the room a few minutes later with a bowl of some sort of bone broth, a cup of water and some bacta patches. 

He straightens out the sheets at her lap before placing the tray down before giving her a once over and disappearing into what (Y/N) thinks is a connected refresher. 

Picking up the spoon, she swirls the bone broth a bit before taking a small tentative sip. It hits her tongue, and she has to stop herself from humming. Days on the run with limited bad tasting food made this simple broth taste divine on her tongue, but as soon as she swallows, she feels her stomach churn. 

(Y/N) drops the spoon back into the bowl, it makes a small splash that barely misses her clothes but she ignores it to sling one arm over her stomach. 

Hearing Vader return, she doesn’t have it in her to look up at him as she closes her eyes. 

“You need to eat.” It’s a command, his voice having no trace of the man it used to belong to. 

“Why am I here.” Her voice is so soft that even Vader’s helmet almost misses it, but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t know how to respond.

He hesitates before taking a few tentative steps closer to the bed. “Why didn’t you become a Jedi?” 

Opening her eyes to watch him, her eyes flash to show her Anakin, the one who was always curled into himself in the middle of the nights when he was caught up in the darkness of his mind. 

“Because it wasn’t the life for me.” She manages to say softly. “I wanted to love, to feel without any consequences. I wanted to help people, but I knew I wasn’t cut out to help people how Jedi’s do.”

“Then why did you come back?” He takes off his helmet again, placing it at the foot of the bed before slowly getting on his knees.

The scene must look comical to any outsider, the feared Darth Vader on his knees for some random girl.

(Y/N) has to physically restrain herself from reaching her hand out by hugging herself and tucks her hands in her pits. 

“This time I could help people properly. People were getting hurt and I could help them, why wouldn’t I?” 

She was always doing that, wasn’t she? Always helping people even if it meant she had to do things she didn’t want to. 

Vader wants to shake her shoulders, to shout at her that everyone’s selfish and just using her. To call her selfish for making him stay as a Jedi before leaving it all behind. But most of all, he wants to collapse in her arms and tell her everything, all the pain he endured and everything he had to do that he wouldn’t even think about telling anyone else. 

He doesn’t even realise he’s deep in thought before he sees her moving to place his helmet back on, now half sitting on the edge of the bed near him. 

“Va- Anakin.” She corrects herself before whispering whilst keeping her touch as delicate as possible. “I can see that you’re struggling to breathe.”

When his helmet finally does lock in place, Vader takes a few deep breaths. He had pressurised his room obviously, but he had to keep it just under his comfortable levels to make sure it didn’t affect (Y/N). 

The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop them. “What happened?” They come out soft, but he can feel the hurt behind them and it makes his blood boil. 

“How could you possibly ask that?” His modulator now booms his voice. “You saw how they were, they were the reason for her death and you even left!” 

The mention of Padmè squeezes (Y/N)’s heart but she just furrows her brows.

“So all of that just justifies you killing millions of innocent people?” Her voice raises as well but he crosses his large arms across his chest plate. 

“You don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t understand Anakin!” She cuts him off, now standing on wobbly legs. “You’re hurting people, people like me who just want to live!” 

Standing in-front of him now, yelling at him without listening, reminds Vader of Obi-wan and he snaps. 

“I AM VADER! ANAKIN IS DEAD!” His voice rattles the room and shocks (Y/N) to drop back down on the bed. “People like you? Don’t make me laugh.” A cackle gets cut off by his modulator, but it’s filled with coldness. “Your selfish, sitting around while people get hurt. You only care when they start to bother your own little world. Where were you when Padmè died? Where were you when I was getting hurt? You just want to help people to fill that pathetic hole in your chest, so don’t you dare think you can talk to me about any of this.” He sneers before turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him, leaving (Y/N) sitting their heart broken. 

Looking down at her (S/C) palms, her body shakes with her sobs. 

Anakin really is dead. 

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A few days pass, maybe a week?

(Y/N) doesn’t kriffin know but she does know is that her body has finally recovered mostly, some wounds still need a few more days but there’s no risk of tearing anything open and she finally doesn’t feel nauseous and dizzy anymore.

Happy with her new found health, now the dreaded thoughts of what will happen to her finally sink in as her mind isn’t fogged up with pain.

Vader made it out like he hated her, he despised her life and even though she hadn’t seen him since that day, a storm trooper always came in with food and things she would need for the day.

It made no sense and she’s tired. 

She left this life because she couldn’t handle it and now, she’s forcefully thrusted back in only to be caught up in more stuff? 

(Y/N) never wanted this. 

Standing from the chair, she walks over to the sliding door that was always locked and started banging. Like always, the storm troopers stationed there at every hour and rotating depending on shifts, called back asking what she needed.

“I want to talk to Vader, now.” Her snappy voice makes them hesitate, they had strict rules to keep her in the room and not to talk more than necessary and there were no rules to state that she couldn’t ask for the black armoured man himself, but they had seen how angry he had barged out of the room. 

Finally giving into the demands, they look at each other before calling out they would send someone to fetch him and in a few minutes Vader himself was walking through the halls.

All troopers and anyone in the vicinity tense up and looks away but he ignores them before slamming the hatch open and locking it behind him. 

“What do you gain from keeping me here Vader? What do you want from me? This is the last time I’m asking this and if you don’t answer me, I will do everything in my power to leave.” (Y/N) usual voice is devoid of any fun or sarcasm or tenderness as she gets straight to the point, not letting him even acknowledge her.

Taking a few steps towards from the wall, he leaves decent space between them both but still enough to keep a comfortable conversation.

“Do you really not know why you are here?” His modulated voice still startles the female but the anger in her veins smooth over that. 

Crossing her arms, she leans onto her front leg. “How could I? You seem to hate my existence, yet you ordered for me to be taken cared of, but I’m not allowed to leave. You won’t even answer my questions.” Her arms come up and wave to emphasize her point but Vader just stares. He had forgotten how her little habits actually looked, he could never forget but the years apart had fogged up his imagery of the memories. 

Finally feeling as if there is no other way to express himself, he just simply states. “I love you, that’s why you are staying here.”

(Y/N)’s mind reels so hard that she stumbles back, her ass landing right on the chair she had left untucked. 

Shaking her head, (Y/N) feels like she’s dreaming because this couldn’t be real. “You- You can’t! You said it yourself, I’m selfish and horrible and you called me pathetic! You loved Padmé! How could you love me?” Tears start pouring down her face, but she doesn’t even realise as she looks through his armour and straight into his heart, trying to search for the Anakin she knew and, admittedly, loved, but she can’t find him and all she can see is a stranger. 

Vader winces at her tears, it feels like someone is physically ripping his heart out when he sees her cry, but he just takes a deep breath before striding over and crouching. 

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, but I didn’t realise until Padmé died that the love I felt for you and her are different.” His gloved hand comes up to wipe away a tear, a little rougher than he had wanted but he had never touched someone as delicately as he was touching her now. 

Hiccups and whimpers leave her throat as sobs wrack (Y/N) body before she abruptly stands up and shakes her head. “This- This ca-can’t be happening.” Her voice cracks slightly but Vader just stands up aswell and grabs her arm gently to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“This is real, the faster you accept that the faster you can acclimate to your new home.” Again, Vader is a bit harsher than he had wanted but he had never thought about anyone’s emotions other than his own for years. 

Ripping his arm off her, (Y/N) growls. “This isn’t my home, this will never be my home. You took me away from my home.” 

She moves to run to the door but she gets yanked back by her waist and gets thrown onto the bed, the plush surface doesn’t do any damage but the fast movement disorientates (Y/N) enough to let him pin her legs down with his own and restrain her wrists with one of his own. 

“It doesn’t matter if you tell yourself this isn’t your home because now it is.” The hiss that escapes his throat crackles horribly from his modulator, but he just presses her wrists down harder to make sure her (e/c) orbs focus on him. “You’re staying here weather you like it or not, so it’s best if you start faking it or the only person who’s going to be affected by your struggling is yourself.” 

Her hiccups and tears return as she started into the damned black visor, Anakin had really died and left behind this love sick monster hu?

Closing her eyes tightly to block out everything out as her legs stop trying to twist away, the last though in her mind rings out before she finally stops struggling.

‘I’m sorry Anakin.’ 

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[Twisted Wonderland x Puella Magi Madoka Magica] - What to do when you reload in the wrong universe? - [HEARTSLAYBUL] - PART 2

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It’s LUNCHTIME. The time when everyone would fistfight each other for the special meal of the day. Tbh NRC has nice lunches; it’s a freaking buffet, for goodness sake. 

The group goes to get lunch, and things seem relatively peaceful. So of course, Grim starts a touch of chaos the moment Homura thinks it’s safe to let him go. Should’ve just kept Grim in a death grip until you got lunch, Homura.

By a touch of chaos, I mean Grim breaks someone’s (an upperclassman) carbonara spaghetti egg. And because NRC students don’t know when to pick their battles, they attempt to start a battle in the cafeteria (an awful decision, really).

Is Homura going to intervene? Am I going to make her intervene?

Yeah but not exactly in the way you’re guessing

She’s going to try, in her own way, to defuse the situation. This means as per tradition she’s going to actually make it escalate because Homura and persuasive speaking are like oil and water. Or maybe even like a grease fire and water.

Homura tries to bring up how stupid it is to, you know, fight with underclassmen over slightly damaged egg carbonara, of all things. An appeal to common sense (and a poke to their egos). Besides, weren’t they going to break the yolk anyways, since they were going to eat it? It’s a small, paltry thing to get so worked up about, in her all too blunt opinion.

This absolutely does not make the situation any better. In fact, it makes it worse, because now the seniors think they’re being condescended by a child. 

Ace and Yuu think they have never seen someone so bad at defusing the situation they turn the fire up to eleven. Ace, however, is a shining example of a pot encountering a kettle and not realising it has shared traits. Perhaps this is also foreshadowing for Ace’s later unfortunate choice of language. 

Due to plot convenience, these guys have about one brain cell rattling around in an abstract, collective shared mind space. They take one look at this kid and go “Freshman. Small. CAN TAKE ON IN A FIGHT.”

Actually, canon does kind of actively shove it in our faces how extraordinarily eager delinquent-type NRC students are to fight literally anyone. So maybe I am justified in making them try and fistfight a middle schooler. 

They try to engage Homura in a fight. Aka they’re doing that thing where someone puffs out their chest and squares up (literally). Homura is trying to back out because:

She’s shown to be rather non-confrontational in canon. 

In her experience, ignoring these people often works because they’re at least more bark than bite. (Or rather, Homura has sort of thought that by clamming herself up—metaphorically speaking—things won’t affect her as badly because before things…never really changed no matter how proactive she was (I am referring to both her past as a bullied child over something she had no control over, and her long-term experience with other volatile pubescent girls)

Homura would really like to not get punched in a cafeteria.

One of them attempts to get physical with Homura, who’s darting away as fast as possible. She’s not looking for a fight and would like to not show up to her next class looking like she just got in one.

Yuu is not having it. Deuce is not having it. Grim is not having it because while Homura scares him a little (read: a lot) he’s not gonna let these guys push around his #2 Henchman (henchwoman?). Ace is seemingly vibing in the background but actually, he high-key wants to see the guys get pummeled it’s a case of fire meets fire. Like, he’s a jerk himself but these guys were also jerks (also Homura is a little bit baby to him so it’s completely justified in his honest opinion.

Yuu is putting that swim training to good use by yoinking the offender’s arms and going “DO NOT.” Grim bites one of them. I don’t think he has magic rabies. Deuce wants to clock them but doesn’t because he’s in the public eye, so he just allows Yuu to go to town on them. Ace watches on the sidelines, noting Yuu’s great attachment to the girl with the magical equivalent of an automatic gun. He also thinks it’s hilarious that the mages are being bodied by the new non-magical student—conveniently ignoring the fact that Yuu most definitely never skipped arm, leg, and the rest of his body, day.

Homura is left wondering about the feeling one gets when people are willing to stand up for you. (She’s also left wondering if highschool would ever be as ridiculous as the one she was experiencing right now) Perhaps it’s a completely out-of-place feeling to be felt when watching someone body two people for you, but human emotions are irrational. To her, it’s a warm sort of feeling, even if she thinks she could’ve just dealt with it herself.

Mostly, I think Homura needs a few scenes to be protected, rather than constantly trying to be the strong one. 

The fight is resolved, and everyone’s hungry. Yuu has an allowance for food and other necessities here because Crowley would get Mcmurdered Mcssasined in his sleep if the staff knew he basically dumped off a bunch of otherworlders into a large shack and called it a day. That and I ooc-ed him a little into someone that sees these kids/Homura and goes, ok maybe they need a little something, at least.

Just enough so that there are no additional PR problems. Or so he says to himself. Oh, he boasts about it for sure, but it sounds as phoney as always.

Elaborating on this: Crowley often boasts about his kindness/generosity when he’s…definitely not being generous. So I think when he is doing something because he actually cares, then he justifies it weirdly to himself. Of course, this is simply pure imagination, and not strictly in line with his canonically displayed personality. 

I call it the “Homura sympathy effect”. When you see this emo little kid you just invite yourself in as her family/friend because it’s actually kind of depressing watching Homura if you observe carefully enough.

They finally buy lunch. Homura gets a plate of omurice. Yuu says it’s because Homura is a growing child. Homura is suddenly violently reminded that, yes, she can actually grow right now. 

She does her best to not choke on her food. This means she instead stares blankly at her food as if she’s been confronted with a crisis of unimaginable proportions.

Oh god, Homura thinks, Madoka doesn’t exist. Oh god, she continues to monologue in her head, I can’t access my powers anymore.

(She can’t go back if something goes irreversibly wrong, wrong, wrong—)

The omurice, to her, tastes really good. The egg is fresh and creamy; the rice combined with the demi-glace sauce and the soft vegetables should be normal on her tongue but maybe it’s been years and years, and sometimes she’d find that food tasted like nothing at all.

(Distantly, Homura thinks that Madoka will never be able to eat something like this ever again. Distantly, Homura wonders when the taste of fresh food ever become so foreign to her.)

But I suppose any kind of actually fresh food would taste good if you’ve been sustaining yourself off determination and cup noodles.

Just the bare minimum so you don’t waste magic making up for hunger.

Yuu carefully watches her eat as he does so himself. Ace and Deuce are bickering in the background and Grim is tearing into his own food with gusto. Homura mechanically eats her meal with the precision of a surgeon and the speed of a machine. He hopes that Homura liked the meal. He wonders what Homura would normally eat, all alone by herself.

Yuu gets the feeling that Homura hasn’t really been eating well for quite some time.

And then Cater shows up. 

Who is this guy? Homura has zero ideas. The rest of the group has many violent ideas. Oh, they tricked Yuu (and the others) into doing his work for him. Hm. (Down goes a couple of points for Homura’s opinion of Cater. While I’d say Homura does try her best to be not as judgemental as possible because goodness knows how much she herself has received, these are people she’s bonded with on some level, so a little bias (TM) comes into play. Even if Ace can be a jerk, and Grim's basically a bratty kid)

Ever the conversationalist, Homura’s as quiet as a church mouse. But that’s fine, since Cater’s deadlift the majority of the conversation anyways.

Cater is already evaluating the new member of the group aka Homura. He remembers Riddle complaining about certain people breaking school rules during the assembly. He is kind of surprised she's still here though, since knowing the headmaster Homura should've gone home by now. So there must be something…

She’s definitely a little…quieter, and more solemn and serious than he expected a fourteen-year-old to be. Cater definitely remembers his sisters never being like Homura. But it’s probably a personality variation thing. After all, everyone’s different, and Homura's no exception to the individuality of people in general.

Yet her eyes still unsettle him, ever so slightly. He's not sure if the freshmen and the other unsorted student(?) realize it, but Homura's eyes… There’s a hardness in them, and an emptiness that lingers. (He wonders if she was ever forced to grow up too quickly, forced to understand certain hard truths of reality too quickly.)

Although, maybe at least one of them realises it, seeing as Yuu’s practically hovering over her like an oversized mother hen. Well, it’s not really his problem to deal with anyways. 

Cater laughs and smiles, acting casual and playing the perfect role of a relaxed upperclassman. He’s pretty sure it does nothing to ease their earlier grudges (which, well, fair enough—most NRC students aren’t really the forgive and forget type anyways)

And just in time for him (Cater’s one-hundred percent sure they’re all starting to get annoyed with him), Trey enters the scene, wielding his nonchalance like a well-sharpened sword. He’s polite, calm and collected—acting as a voice of reason even though he’s just slid to their table knowing full well their…colourful reputations in this school. (She had heart problems, not hearing problems)

Homura’s sorely reminded of Mami with this third-year, and his verbal slip regarding his less-than-stellar opinion of Ramshackle dorm (even if arguably justified) is one that has her also putting her opinion of him on the fence.

Cater brings up getting their numbers

The numbers are incompatible rip Cater (Homura simply didn’t bring up the fact that data roaming wouldn’t even apply in another world—he’d figure it out on his own later anyways. Or hear it from someone else. Whichever comes first.)

It’s not like isekai (aka inter-universal/inter-universal/inter-whatever) services are included in standard sims provided in Japan—no matter how prevalent the isekai genre is

But also I ask you all to imagine Cater looking at Homura’s utter desert of a contact list.

There’s like maybe three tumbleweeds and it’s:

The hospital she lived in for years on end

Her uncle(‘s secretary) — anyone who hasn’t read ANAI aka “As N Approaches Infinity” is missing out also screw Homura’s uncle in that fic he sucks

Mitakihara Middle School’s front desk 

Yuu, in comparison, has like a bajillion phone numbers. All with their own little nicknames such as “Core day every day”, “Down bad for pixels”, “(Putting) The L in LGBT”, or “Mission control centre” (That actually refers to his family phone’s number)

Very awkward for Cater, and Yuu, who are either starting to get or are getting more information on how socially disconnected Homura might’ve actually been

Briefly, Cater wonders if Homura was homeschooled

Trey is having ✨flashbacks✨ to Riddle’s own upbringing and wondering if there’s any connection to the few phone numbers and an implication of a lack of friends. He puts that thought out of his mind because he’s not really in any position to pry (and we all know how well the first and last time he tried turned out)

Then Trey starts giving an intro on the dorms like a tutorial menu narrator

Of course, when the obligatory ‘Epel is as pretty as a girl” statement pops up, Ace can no longer call Grim and Deuce morons as NRC is no longer an all-boys school with the inclusion of Homura

Anyways, Lilia shows up(side down)! 

Bat Gramps gives everyone a heart attack!! Homura wonders if this is how it feels to be on the other end of a time-stop

When Lilia says that Diasomnia is very hospitable and welcoming, instead of Silver and Sebek being 🗿 they are carefully inspecting (read: Silver is concerned but he looks dead serious. Sebek is less concerned and more “????they haven’t sent the tiny human back home??? Suspiscious.”)

Actually Sebek is both a little confused and a bit like “wow this new human child must be very good to still be here in a uniform”. Unfortunately for him he… looks more like he’s glaring. 

Homura is 🗿 tho. She just wants to have a peaceful lunch what on earth is happening

Ofc since Homuhomu is here, canon diverts as in Lilia stays a little longer and flits around Homura like a bat from hell. 

“My oh my, it’s you again. How have you been, young one?” (coming from someone who looks no older than 18)

“...I am…fine.” (be easy on her Homura’s doing her best)

Yuu just slides closer to her because who is this weirdo why is everyone in this school so weird maybe that’s what Magic highschool(™) actually does to people

To Homura, Lilia feels…odd. It’s not quite like Madoka (The Law of Cycles now), so young yet so wrapped within aeons of time; a newly born law, yet with a history beyond time. He feels more like Walpurgisnacht. There is an unspoken history behind this highschooler, and he’s just focused on her ring. Lunchtime was turning out to be terrible. Maybe it was a good thing she often skipped lunches at Mitakihara Middle School.

“Oh? Is that…?”

Homura has just given up and pretended she does not see™. If she tries to hide it she’ll draw unwanted attention. If she tries to explain she’ll give it unwanted attention and there was no guarantee her explanation would be credible enough. So she just… Did not see. If the others are interested they’ll watch anyways so it’s better to just pretend to be completely disinterested in the fact that Batman lite is staring at her literal soul—pretend it’s no biggie. 

Of course, her body language has completely closed off, and now Yuu’s gently pushing away Lilia. 

“Hey, maybe not so close, alright?”

“Of course, forgive me for that—and for disrupting your meal. I do hope we can converse again. ” He looks at Homura, Yuu, and Grim, before adding, “Especially the three of you.” Then he peaces out aka teleports back to his lunch

Of course, Ace still slanders Riddle at lunch like in canon. Even if Yuu frantically made abort motions. Homura just stares at the scene, already knowing how it’s probably going to pan out. 

No one likes being talked about behind their back like that. She’d know a lot about how that felt like. After all, that’s what happened to her.  

And wuh-oh wouldn’t you know? Riddle’s right behind Ace. Deuce puts Ace out of his misery. Yuu has his head in his hands. Homura quietly sighs and continues eating her lunch. Cater and Trey have stiffer smiles than overmixed egg-white mixtures. As Ace continues to dig his own grave—going past six feet and beyond, Homura takes the chance to observe Heartslaybul’s Housewarden. 

Her first impression is that: He’s…not that much taller than her at all (Riddle is 160 cm whilst Homura is about 158 cm). But he looks incredibly prim and proper—definitely the image of what someone expects of a Dorm Leader.

Her second impression is that Riddle is rather strict. And very used to having authority, if the way Cater immediately folds to his words is any indicator of that trait. Perhaps Ace wasn’t completely wrong about his dorm leader being rather unyielding, personality-wise.

However, Ace…isn’t doing himself any favours at all, so Homura also chalks it up to Ace having zero brain-to-mouth filter.

Grim identifies him as the guy who sealed his magic, and Riddle, in turn, identifies them as the students who nearly got expelled + singles out Homura like Why are you still here??? Presumably as a student too if the magestone is any indication. To him, it breaks the rules and sets a bad example. 

In fact, Riddle even starts a little speech about how rulebreakers only cause chaos, and shouldn’t be, under any circumstances, tolerated.

Aaand now Riddle’s reminding Homura of Sayaka, in a bad way.

So she goes: There is nowhere for her (and Yuu by extension) to go in Twisted Wonderland. They’re not inhabitants of this world (in case he uh, forgot that like how the story seems to often do that whenever you don’t know Disney/Japanese-inspired tradition #659 like an idiot because you come from planet Earth), therefore NRC kind of does need to bend the rules for them unless they want bad PR (She’s seen enough of what her Uncle used to get up to in the hospital through magazines, social media and the television. He flung around money and time as if there was nothing else to live for but his own hedonism.)

Riddle, of course, at this stage of the story, rejects that notion because he thinks there could be other alternatives. Bro is debating with a 14 year old.

Yuu, as nice and kind as he is, also gives his two cents. As in, “I sure hope you can get Crowley to reconsider then.” He says this with a singular (1) eyebrow raised whilst wiping Homura’s mouth.

Homura is blue-screening for a hot five minutes because wow ok that was ???? Yuu asked,  “Is anyone gonna take care of this kid?” and did not wait for a single reply.

Ace tries to get his collar removed even though he shit-talked Riddle in front of his face. Ace has balls bigger than Jupiter I guess. Not that it’s helping him or anything.

Homura also bears witness to Riddle’s ability to memorise rules. Not all 810 of them but he definitely knows his rules if he’s jumping from rule 271 to rule 339. He still reminds her of Sayaka in a bad way though. All too unyielding to others. 

Hopefully for him, it won’t be to the very bitter end.

Oh, and she also learns that Trey is vice-housewarden, which… She supposed there probably was an alternative reason as to why Cater and Trey approached them—seeing the way they interacted with Heartslaybul’s Housewarden.

And judging from the loud displays of dismay from surrounding Heartslaybul students, not only is Riddle a strict and unyielding dorm leader, but he also has his dorm students under an iron-clad grip.

Trey tries to do a little damage control after low-key informing everyone of Riddle’s extreme magical prowess (strong enough to become Housewarden before the end of his first week at school). He does so by attempting to soften the blow of Riddle’s actions by basically saying: he’s not a bad guy and everything he does is because he thinks it’s better for the dorm. 

Which, to be honest, Homura has heard many variations of that. Hell, she’s basically done outwardly terrible actions in the name of the greater good (for her friends). (Not like it ever worked)

She can get that. 

But Riddle still did mildly get on her nerves, even if Homura would never show that in a million years or resets.

Grim, thankfully, raises the question of the ethics of Riddle collaring anyone as he pleases—although it’s less that and more him airing out his own grievances with getting collared and having his magic sealed too.

Both Yuu and Homura are quick to remind Grim that it was kind of his fault for, you know, setting the hall on fire.

Diverging from canon again, this time it’s Ace and Deuce who ask about Unique Magics and thus Riddle’s particular Unique Magic. Now that they re-explain what Riddle could do with his Unique Magic… Homura is sure she’ll have to be careful around him.

She doesn’t want to know what would happen if she gets collared.

Would there be a way to learn how to prevent it from being applied to someone?

Of course, back to the story: Riddle’s loud and clear live demonstration of “Off With Your Head” does him no favours in portraying him as someone wanting the best for his students.

And as we skip past the further dialogue on Grim’s opinion of the Unique Magic’s name (i.e. completely bonkers and terrifying), Cater’s explanation of why exactly it feels so terrible to have a collar (mostly for Yuu’s benefit), and Trey attempting to downplay it by going “As long as you follow the rules, you’ll be fine. Riddle isn’t that scary.” 

We stop at Ace asking if he legitimately can’t be let into the dorm if he doesn’t get a replacement tart for the one he ate.

He can’t. In addition to that, it’s also an established rule. Homura thinks that’s kind of a stupid rule. Yuu outright says that it’s kind of a weirdly harsh rule. I mean, replacing what you unfairly took is important, but taking away your room whilst you haven’t…didn’t sound like the best rule.

Ace would like to add that it is, in fact, a really harsh rule—since he’s the one getting collared and being left without a place to sleep in (something that could’ve happened if Ramshackle wasn’t inhabited by Yuu, Homura and Grim, who tidied up some part because they are on another level of homeless)

Trey and Cater… definitely realise this, but currently at this part of Heartslaybul’s book, they don’t actually have the power to tell this to Riddle and not expect to be reprimanded or worse. So they just awkwardly laugh. Cater just tries to transition to telling Ace that Riddle usually looks forward to the tarts, and they’re hand-made by Trey—Ace just needs to replace the tart he ate with another one and things will be fine after that.

Homura…isn’t sure about that, but if it’s all about following the rules then the logic seems sound? But if not then… Ah well, she’ll see what happens then and take action from there. 

A little segment of Trey hand-made the tarts??? Those really good-looking really tasty-looking tarts??? (Ace’s words) 

Yeah he’s from a baker's family lmao (Just for you guys who can’t read my mind: this is Cater)

“Aren’t tarts like that extremely expensive?” That is true Deuce. “Ace, why don’t you try doing it by hand? It’ll be cheaper that way, although I’m not sure about the quality,” says Yuu. Wow Yuu, lots of confidence in Ace there. 

But Yuu is correct. Ace can’t bake.  

Well, perhaps Trey could help? He is the vice-housewarden. And the one who baked the tarts—so he’s well acquainted with Riddle’s tastes. That’s what Homura adds to the brewing discussion.

At that moment, Kalim and Jamil FINALLY ARRIVE ON THE SCENE… While the Heartslabyul dudes start talking about making a tart from scratch. 

Kalim’s like “Oh hey Homura!!! :D” He did say he’d find her and he did!!! Kalim’s so happy to spend the rest of his lunchtime with his new friend.

Jamil helped a lot. And by a lot, I meant he went through statistical analysis inside his head that culminated into nothing because Kalim rolled a nat20 on luck and perception.

Oh who are these people? Well, Homura introduces them as “My upperclassmen: Al-Asim— (Oops nearly used Last name–First name format) Kalim Al-Asim, and Jamil Viper.” With her soft, serious tone, it sounds less like she’s introducing potential new friends she made and more like management introduced new colleagues. Having around five (5), and quite possibly fewer, friends + her entire background makes this very much a work in progress.

She’s picked up on the fact that Twisted Wonderland uses the ‘First name–Last name” format instead of ‘Last name–First name’ like Japan. Although, Homura did noticeably stumble. But hey, she caught herself in time.

Yuu confidently says, with his whole chest out (figuratively), “Izumi Yuu, nice to meet you.”

I finally thought of a last name for Yuu, so he’ll be known as “Izumi Yuu/Yuu Izumi” from now on. I figured that if I’m also going to build Yuu as a character by adding information here and there about him, then he might as well get a last name.

Ace: “Wait your name was Izumi this whole time?”

Yuu: “Oh no that’s my surname. I’m Japanese.” (Which sadly explained nothing)

Ace & Co: “???”

Yuu: “Ah. Right. Forgot about that.”

Homura: “From where we came from, it was common to introduce ourselves using our last names first, instead of our first names.”

Kalim’s actually wondering what they were discussing earlier. They were discussing Trey helping Ace bake a replacement tart for the one he ate.

Trey can bake? Jamil’s also good at that!! Jamil corrects that he’s only mediocre at pastries/baked goods like the ones Trey makes (Which are more “Western” in design)

Trey would like to see how good Jamil is at baking. His glasses glint as his fingers lightly grip one of the sides again. In fact, speaking of baking, he could help Ace with the baking. But he’ll need something in return.

No one does anything for free in NRC, after all— No it’s not cash Ace. 

Trey wants chestnuts. Two hundred to three hundred of them. Boiled, shelled, and pureed. Riddle wants a chestnut tart so… Kalim thinks that sounds fun! Jamil is quick to tell Kalim that, no

Kalim, you have a meeting later Kalim you can’t go.

Maybe next time Kalim

Ace, Deuce and Grim are out though no labour for them no siree

Homura calmly sips on her tea and states that Ace doesn’t have much of a choice.

You’re right, Homura, but you could’ve said that a bit nicer lmao

Now Ace has to confront his unwanted reality aka he needs to go get two to three hundred chestnuts and prepare them for baking.

And then Cater and Trey team up to make them want to bake. The killing blow is being able to eat a tart after baking them. Hook, line, and sinker; just like that, they’re in.

Yuu’s in for it—He’ll make sure Grim doesn’t act out. Also, tart.

Homura…would like to study more ways to leave Twisted Wonderland. But then Yuu looked at her like he fully wanted her to join and ok she caved.

Mostly everyone is discussing chestnuts now. Where to get them? botanical garden? Alright. And Trey’s baking skills. And tarts. Mostly tarts.

Oh and Kalim’s plans to have Homura over for a mini-party aka eat Jamil’s food. Everyone in this group right now is also very much invited because the more the merrier!!!

But why does he want to throw a mini-party for Homura? Because one she helped him and two she’s baby. He does not say this outright but he basically implies she has a kicked wet puppy aura mixed with her serious aura and that’s no good for someone who helped him out :(   

It’s a mini-party because Kalim mostly just wants to get to know potential new friends this time. He can throw a spontaneous dorm-wide party next time!

Kalim decides to walk Homura to class again, because why not? She’s a new student and Kalim likes her—which means a potential new friend in his books! (And Jamil remembered her schedule + their classes aren’t too far away so Jamil’s fine with it) This time though, Yuu, Grim, and the rest of the Heartslaybul boys (minus Riddle) decide to tag along. It’s probably more entertaining than a normal day if they follow, especially for Trey and Cater.

Jamil just wants a (Twisted Wonderland) Ibuprofen. 

#man I hate tumblr post creator my beloathed #what to do when you reload in the wrong universe? #my writing #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #akemi homura #homura akemi #twisted wonderland #fanfiction #crossover #headcanon #au #my ideas #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #kalim al asim #jamil viper #twst yuu #twst grim #alternate universe #crack #crack treated seriously #hi im back from the dead aka exams and tumblr has decided to punish me for being out of commission for so long

[whatevertheweather]

Hello, salutations, happy Wednesday. I've been thinking I want to share something, but I don't know what to share, so I'm going to share a little of everything. Every WIP I have. Six snippets. Roughly in order of how much I've been working on them. Here we go.

One:

Baz had thought of Simon as someone who would indulge in any available vice, but it turns out there are only a few, very particular vices he cares about, and the rest is anyone else’s problem. “I don’t need much,” he said, which is an extremely relative statement at best and a reckless conflation of ‘much’ with ‘many different things’ at worst. He had, in his own words, half a drinking problem for a bit, and he’s never much interested when there’s alcohol on the literal or metaphorical table, but they did get high together the other night. (“Drink is to numb the bad. Weed is to augment the good.”) Simon had brought them up to the roof of Baz’s building because he wanted to look at the moon. They laid down under a sky of sullen grey clouds turned sickly by the city lights, and Baz said, “Where is it?” and Simon shrugged, and then he found them a blunt to smoke instead. They passed it back and forth until Simon told him he wanted to eat the stars, and Baz asked why. Simon said he thought it would feel good. Baz laughed until Simon shut him up with a hand over his mouth and tried to explain that it would be a power trip, that you’d never feel more pure and full than having a star in your belly. Baz told him you would never feel more dead, and Simon threatened to make him dead, and the moon never showed her face, but it was rather a lovely night anyway.

Two:

“What?” Baz says, and Simon’s eyes snap up to his. “Nothing, just, you—” What? You have a nice throat? “—you have a bit of fluff,” he mumbles, and he reaches out to brush the lie off of his neck. It was a bad idea, because now his fingertips are on Baz’s skin, and he’s cool to the touch, he’s softer than Simon expected, and it’s right there, all he wants to do is trace a finger over the shape of his Adam’s apple, down to the hollow of his throat. His collarbones, too, they’ve a nice slope to them. Gentle, smooth. His shirt’s open a bit (his shirt’s always open a bit), and his chest hair peeks out of it. He’s got more than Simon. Simon would get his fingers into that, too, rub his thumb over his chest, push his palm flat over his heart. “Surely you’ve gotten it by now.”

Three:

Simon’s curiosity was losing the fight, honestly. On the whole, he was just so very glad Agatha had whatever weird baggage this was so that Simon had the chance to fix what fate had boggled by not sending him to the same school to room with Baz. (And look at Baz. And talk to Baz. And maybe get under Baz.) (Definitely get under Baz.) (He’d have found an excuse to manage it at school, one way or another.) “And now?” Simon asked. He was downright giddy with it every time he got Baz to look at him. He felt it all the way down to his toes.

Four:

He thinks on that first night, as he shoves at the sash, fights with the frame, rests his hands on the sill to breathe once he’s managed it, that he might be truly, profoundly pathetic. That he craves the familiar, the routine, the mundanity of Snow’s existence so desperately that he will do this for just an echo of it. But he thinks on the second night that he is wrong. That maybe he wants the familiar but it is not this, because the open air doesn’t make Baz think of Snow. It makes him think without relent about how fucking cold he is. No other thought stands a chance. He buries himself under every blanket and he shivers still, he watches that open window and he curls in on himself, he feels no warmth and that is what he wants, something physical and immediate that is so loud in his head that there’s no room for anything else. He aches with the cold, and there are worse things to think about than that.

Five:

This is the first time he’s felt suited to actually sitting in this car like he belongs here instead of accidentally existing in it like some kind of dodgy hitchhiker, and it’s making him restless. He feels like he’s wearing someone else’s skin. He huffs again as he drops his head to the side to look at Baz. “Can I hold your hand?”

Six:

He’d gone out to the alley to get some fresh blood in him. It was a stupid idea—you had to be drunk to be humming happily while you sucked blood from a rat’s neck, and from there sobering up could only be a steep downward tumble—but Baz was a stupid drunk. The sort who thought the line between stupidity and brilliance was very thin, and that he was always wobbling on the correct side of it. The sort who thought he could get away with flashing fang in central London just because everyone else in a three-block radius was also being a stupid drunk.

This is an open invitation for someone to come round and hit me with a pool noodle until I finish any of these, please and thank you.

Now, tags:

@fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @moodandmist @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @confused-bi-queer @ivelovedhimthroughworse @basiltonbutliketheherb @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @captain-aralias @forabeatofadrum @aristocratic-otter @ionlydrinkhotwater

#I mean it I'll reimburse for the pool noodle someone please just make me finish writing something #I'm goin bonkers seeing the dates I started these wips #six doesn't sound like much but many are multi chap k #and each chapter is its own wip in my mind #wip wednesday #my writing

[littlesniggy]

Commission Law x female reader

Thank you so much for this commission request! The person wants to stay anonymous so not tagging you here as requested.

I hope you like it and it was fun to write! If you're interested in commissions feel free to contact me!

Warnings: a little bit suggestive, reader getting drugged, Law being hella shady

Characters: female reader, Trafalgar Law

Word count: 4.3k

You watch the straw hats and heart pirates celebrate to their heart’s content because of the – admittedly surprising – victory over Donquixote Doflamingo and his little minions. You can’t quite fathom how Luffy – the goofiest goofball out there – was able to defeat one of the strongest pirates you have ever seen. You’re not easily terrified but Doflamingo had managed to stir some despair inside your heart when you first faced him. Luff was the one who so easily stomped this flame of despair out and let you feel free again. 

Even before he defeated the captain of the Donquixote pirates you had made up your mind to join the fight and maybe even join his crew. This young man is nothing but inspiring and you want to help him achieve his dream of becoming the king of pirates. 

“To the straw hats and the heart pirates! You’re the reason why our people are able to sleep reassured at night again after so many years of terror!” Rebecca raises her mug and the pirates follow after her. “To Lucy!” she adds. “To Luffy!” you and the others join in and drink to the future king of pirates. 

“What a lively party.” You look up at the sudden voice right next to you. You had been so sucked in by the whole atmosphere that you didn’t notice Law take a seat right next to you. You smile at the captain and nod before you raise your mug, Law mimicking your gesture before he takes a big sip. 

“I still can’t believe that Luffy was able to defeat Doflamingo. It’s so….surreal.” you admit, your eyes following Luffy and Brook dancing around while Brook plays on his violine and sings. Man, you can’t wait to join their crew but you’re nervous. 

“Yeah, never thought we’d actually win.” Law admits and follows your gaze, watching the celebrating crews. “Any plans what you plan on doing after today, Y/n ya?” he asak, his eyes don’t leave the other people. You sigh at his question and slightly smile to yourself. “I was actually thinking about joining the straw hats.” You admit. Now, Law turns his head back to look at you. Hi raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Join the straw hats?” he asak and you nod. 

“Yeah. I really wanna help them and especially Luffy achieve his goal. He’s such an inspiring person and honestly, you can’t help but like him, right?” now you look back at him, knowing that he knows what you mean. 

Law chuckles slightly and takes another sip, emptying his drink. “Straw hat ya is one of a kind.” He agrees. “Is it already set in stone that you want to join them?” He inquires and you look at him confused. “Why are you asking?” The heart pirates’ captain shrugs to your questions. “Honestly, I want you to join my crew, Y/n ya.” He tells you, studying your reaction closely. You’re a but taken aback by the blunt statement and you can’t help but feel a little bit flattered that he wants you to join his crew. But your mind is set.

“I appreciate the invitation but I have already made up my mind. I want to join Luffy and his crew.” You decline his offer. Law sighs but nods, looking a little bit disappointed. “That’s what I thought. Too bad. And I can’t change your mind?” He tries one last time but you shake your head no with a warm smile. “Sorry, Law.”

“No worries. You can’t always get what you want.” He says defeated and smiles at you lazily. “You want anything to drink? I’m gonna grab something anyways.” He offers, showing you his empty mug. You look into your own and notice that it’s also almost empty. 

“Sure, thanks Law.” You reply and watch him get up and walk over to where the beer is placed. In your head you go over the short conversation with him. You can’t quite figure out where his interest in you stems from; you haven’t really interacted during the whole mission but then again maybe he was watching you fight and you impressed him? Well…who knows.

The captain comes back shortly after, holing two mugs in his hands, offering you one of them. You take it with a ‘thank you’ and bump mugs with him after he sat down. “To your new crew”, he says, looking right at you. “and that you can help this airhead over there achieve his goal.” 

You smile and nod, appreciating his warm words and encouragement to your plans. Law watches you take a big sip, enjoying the cool feeling of the liquid filling your mouth before it runs down your throat and the alcohol elicits a warm feeling inside your body. Tonight is a good night and you can’t wait to talk to Luffy later. 

“I’m gonna go over to the others. You wanna join?” you ask Law but he declines, shaking his head. “I think Ima stay here. Have fun.” He says. You giggle and let him know that you certainly will have fun. It takes two tries for you to finally get back to your feet and you feel dizzy but ignore it in favor of walking – or rather tottering – over to Zoro, Nami and Luffi. 

You wave at them and Nami waves back. You want to party with them, drink more and get to know them better. A feeling of euphoria of the prospect of being a part of their crew suppresses the slight feeling of uneasiness that slowly spreads through your body. You take another sip and see how Zoro pats the seat beside him, offering you to sit down. 

You want to, you really do but your body start to feel heavy and your steps become more careless. Eventually, you trip over your own feet. The whole world turns upside down and the last thing you see a shocked looking Zoro reaching out for you before someone catches you in their warm arms.

Then, everything goes black.

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You wake up with a terrible headache and you have to shut your eyes tightly due to the light that shines right at your face. Everything in your head is spinning, makes you feel dizzy and nauseous. God, you haven’t felt this way since the last time you got hammered with you friends and woke up on the floor next to your bed, one shoe off, the other still on and your shirt hanging around your neck. A futile attempt to get undressed and find comfort in your warm bed. 

It isn’t quite as bad as last time but you still feel like never opening your eyes again and instead drift into this dreamless sleep that will eventually make everything okay again. 

Awkwardly, you try to turn around to avoid the annoying sunlight that keeps pestering you by the second. It’s just too bright. You’re woken up by a sharp pain in your nether region as you roll over, flinging your eyes open and sit up. What the…? You think but are immediately hit by the room spinning around you and you have to fall back again, rolling to the side and mumble something incoherent. 

What in the hell is going on? What happened last night? 

You nuzzle your face into the soft pillow and pull the blanket closer to your chest. It’s oddly chilly, you notice. Did you leave the window open? 

You inhale deeply, a soothing smell you haven’t noticed until now flooding your nose and you sigh contently. It’s warm and somewhat woody but with a small hint of something cold and…. sterile? Kind of reminds you of the time you had to go to the hospital. The hand sanitizer had a similar smell. Now that you think about it this is not a smell you’re too familiar with – or not familiar at all. 

You slowly open your eyes again, a weird feeling creeping up inside your stomach. The clearer your blurry vision becomes the more this feeling turns into panic. This is not your room. This is not your bed. This is not your perfume. And this is definitely not one of those humas sized body pillows lying next to you with its arms crossed behind its head, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

With a shriek you half rob, half jump away, almost falling off the bed at the sight of a man on the other side of the mattress. You look at him wide eyed, mouth open in a silent scream as the eyes of the man look at you in amusement, a lazy smile on his lips. 

“Thought you’d never wake up.” Law’s voice is as calm as ever as he watches you breathe heavily from the shock. You don’t know what to say. So many questions circle inside your head until there is just one big question mark. 

“You look pale. You don’t seem to be fully sober yet. You want something to drink?” he asks you. Taken aback by his question your mouth forms words but your vocal cords don’t seem to get the memo to actually make a sound. 

Chuckling, the captain of the heart pirates gets up and slowly walks over to another room which seems to be a bathroom. Your eyes follow him until he comes back, holding a cup of water in his hand which he offers you. 

Your heart rate has come down to a somewhat normal beat again and you take the cup offered to you with a shy “thank you” before you take a sip. The cool water calms your mind down and takes away part of the panic in your body, letting you organize your thoughts at last. 

Law sits down on his bed, his cold eyes still sparkling the same merriment from before. There is a long silence between you two and his intense stare makes you squirm in your position. Flustered, you avert your gaze and look down instead-

and you immediately want to die on the spot. Everything happens so fast; your body reacts before your mind can even start to comprehend the situation as you throw the cup of water at the captain with another shriek before your arms grab the blanket forcefully, yanking it away from underneath him and pull it, pressing it tightly against your bare chest. 

Law managed to dodge the cup last minute and he watches it crash against the wall and fall down to the floor in thousand pieces. He raises and eyebrow at the wet stain on his wall before he looks back at you, wanting to question what that was all about all of a sudden. But what greets his eyes is an almost painfully distressed looking young woman, covering her body with the dark blue blanket and her eyes tightly shut as to not look at him. 

“That was unnecessary.” He comments but he can’t hide the smirk on his thin lips as his eyes look you up and down. He’s honestly surprised that it took you so long to notice but your reaction is priceless regardless. 

“Why so shy all of a sudden? It’s not like it’s the first time I see you naked.” His blunt statement makes the wish to die even more prominent. But it also sparks the question in your head what he means. 

“What are you talking about?” you ask, not daring to look up at his smug face. Maybe, if you pretend you can’t see him, he cannot see you either���

“Oh, you don’t remember?” he asks and now you have to open your eyes to look at his surprised face. You slowly shake your head no and you watch Law sigh. 

“Just take a wild guess what I could possibly mean.” He encourages you. Your mind is blank for a second, not yet ready to start the process of thinking again but you try regardless. Your eyes slowly wander down from his face, over his exposed chest, showing off the tattoo you had previously seen before. Your eyes go further, mentally tracing his abs and the small happy trail leading from his bellybutton all the way to the waistband of his boxers where it disappears.

It takes you a moment to then look down your own body which is covered by the blanket but is confirmed to be completely naked underneath. 

It takes you another moment to then put two and two together and you almost faint. If your head could steam from embarrassment like a steam engine it would! Law watches your face turn from puzzled to fully comprehending what he was implying as you wrap your body even tighter into the blanket. Law would roll is eyes at that. After all there is nothing he hasn’t seen yet. But he doesn’t. Instead, he inches closer but not too close and lifts your chin up with his fingers, looking at you in a serious manner. 

His touch alone suddenly sparks something inside your body and the spot where his warm fingers contact your chin tingles in excitement. You look at the captain of the heart pirates and feel helpless. You don’t know what to do or to say as the thoughts race through your head uncontrollably. Did you really….spend the night with the man in front of you? What happened last night?

“You okay? Not the reaction I expected.” He says, his thumb lightly circling your skin. “W-what happened last night?” you finally press out, the small motion of his thumb soothing yet confusing. 

Law lowers his hand and simply shrugs. “Let’s just say you were pretty wasted last night and did some crazy shit.” You try to remember but there is nothing. It is as if someone took some scissors and just cut a part of your memory out and taped it together again. 

“What…what did I do?” you ask, scared of his answer. Law chuckles in amusement and raises an eyebrow. “You really wanna know?” Confused but determined you nod, wanting to know exactly what happened last night. Law licks his lips as if he is remembering something before he starts to explain. 

“I have no idea how many drinks you, Roronoa and Nami drank but you are not even close to their level.” He starts, sounding a little bit mockingly but you ignore it. 

“At some point, you called me over to drink with you and when I sat down you were….quite friendly.” Your eyes grow wide before you close them in shame. Credit to Law, he knows how to make it sound a little less awkward and less primitive. At least until now. 

“For some reason you really desperately wanted to sit on my lap and practically threw yourself on top of me.” Oh God….

“Just so you know, you’re not too heavy but when someone keeps jumping up and down on your legs over and over again it starts to hurt a little.” He points at his thighs and the big, dark bruises on them. Oh God…!

“Anyways, once you were comfortable, you really seemed to like to touch my tattoos. No problem with that but you seemed to really like my chest and my nipples in particular. I’m not the biggest fan of getting my nipples twisted though. Not my thing, y’know.” He smirks as he watches you shrink more and more into yourself at his recap of last night. 

“Something I wasn’t quite disinclined to was when you shamelessly rubbed my crotch while you whispered into my ear, suggesting we could ‘continue the party in your room’”. 

Oh. My. God. 

That is everything you can think of when he finally finishes the little story. You feel ashamed of yourself and for what you did. That’s just so not like you! You don’t drink too much! You don’t get handsy with random men and you certainly don’t just sleep around with said men! What is wrong with you? What must Law be thinking about you? What must the Straw Hats be thinking about you?!

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, small tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as you look up at Law. The captain notices your teary eyes and his expression softens a little. 

“It’s okay, no worries. It was fun so don’t sweat it.” He reassures you. 

“Please….don’t tell anyone. I’m usually not like this.” You ask him and he shakes his head in amusement. “Do you really think I’m the person to go around and brag about what I do in the sheets?” he raises an eyebrow and you can’t help but giggle slightly at his question. No, Law definitely was not the guy to tell everyone that he just got laid. 

“Thanks.” You mumble.

Your eyes start to look around and you spot your clothes on the floor, completely scattered all over the place. “I think I should get dressed.” You say, more to yourself but Law nods anyway. 

You get up on shaky legs, taking the blanket with you as you slowly walk over to your slip. As you bend down, the blanket slips away, exposing your back and butt and a strange pain rushes through your body. Oh right, what is that? You had noticed it before but then forgot about it. Maybe Law did some weird stuff to you and now your back is all bruised and what not? The thought alone has your face burning in embarrassment. 

“Y/n ya?” you hear his voice and turn around to look at him from over your shoulder in question. “Since when do you have my jolly roger tattooed on your ass?” he points in your direction, specifically at your behind. Your raise an eyebrow in confusion before you follow the point of his finger down to your butt. First, you don’t see anything, thinking he’s messing with you. Law sees that you don’t believe him and sighs as he gets up from his spot and walks over to you. 

Taken aback, you take a step back but law reaches you swiftly. He gently yet decisively grabs your hips through the blanket and guides you a few steps over in front of a mirror. He turns your back to the reflecting object, one hand resting on your hip while also holding the blanket to the side to expose your ass, his other hand grabs your chin between index finger and thumb and makes you look at your reflection.

Your first instinct is to bite your lip at the picture and you can’t help but wonder if you two had done it right here as well. These thoughts are all but washed away the moment you lay eyes on your own behind and see what he is talking about. 

A small yet very noticeable tattoo now adorns your left butt cheek. Hot irritated skin is more than enough to confirm that it is, indeed, freshly tattooed. Your first thought is that now this explains the pain you’ve been feeling. The second thought is pure panic. 

You push Law away from your and get closer to the mirror. Clearly, this must be some bad joke, right? No way this is real! You touch the black ink but immediately inch away at the pain. 

“Don’t scratch at it or it’ll get infected.” Law dryly comments. You snap.

“Do you really think this is my biggest problem at the moment?!” your voice is two octaves too high and you barely recognize it. 

“When did this happen? Why do I have this tattoo? What will Luffy think?! They will never let me join their crew now!° 

Realization hit you. “They will never let me join their crew.” You repeat, eyes wide and completely in shock. “I won’t be able to sail with them.” You mumble as your eyes are fixated on this small piece of doom on your ass. “I can’t become their friend. I can’t help Luffy achiece his dream. I’m a failure.” 

Law listens to the nonsense you’re mumbling about and he’s had enough. He takes a step forward and puts one hand on your shoulder. “Look at me.” He says but you’re too much in your own thoughts that you don’t hear him. This time louder and with a slight squeeze of his hand he repeats himself. “Look at me!” your turn to face him, desperation written all over your face. 

“I can’t join the Straw Hats.” You whisper but Law hears you loud and clearly. 

“Maybe you don’t really wanna join them after all?” he slowly inquires and you look at him confused and a little bit mad. “What?” you ask, anger mixing in your confusion.

“I said, maybe you don’t want to join them. Maybe you just told yourself that you want to join them because you admire Luffy so much? If I remember correctly, he saved your life, didn’t he? Maybe you just told yourself you want to join them because you feel like you have to pay him back for that.” You are silent. 

“Can’t it be that this little tattoo is a sign that you would rather want to join someone else’s crew?” 

Your anger slowly vanishes at his explanation and you start to think about his words. Is he right? Has this all been out of guilt? It’s true that you had once considered joining his crew but then Luffy came along….so maybe he is right?

“Would you….would you want me to join your crew?” you ask. 

“Why else would I have asked you yesterday? I don’t just ask anybody and usually I’m not asking twice but the jolly roger on your ass is quite convincing that I’ll make an exception. Just this time. Do you want to join my crew, Y/n ya?” he asak and you nod, not thinking about it anymore. 

Law is right. This whole situation is one single giant clue from the universe that you should join Law’s crew and help him achieve his goal.

Law grins contently and takes a step back. “Good to hear. And since I’m your captain now I want you to get dressed. If anyone sees us like this they might think you slept your way to the top.”  He teases and lets himself fall back on his bed. Your face burns as you have just eaten the hottest chili in the world and you hurriedly gather your clothes and get dressed. Your captain watches you and waves goodbye as you open the door to leave. You don’t look at him, still too embarrassed by this whole situation so you don’t see this somewhat sinister smile on his lips.

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Law watches as you stumble over to Zoro and Nami, his eyes following your every move. The drug he’s given you is working faster than expected and he fears that he might’ve overdone it but then again if it helps his goal there really isn’t anything like ‘overdoing’ it. He doesn’t know why he wants you do join his crew but he surely knows that this need, this urge to have you around him must mean something. It’s primal and selfish but he’s not above these human feelings. 

Law can see how you lose focus more and more by the way you can now barely stand on your own two feet. Nami looks at you worriedly but it’s too late. Zoro tries to catch you but Law is faster, catching you in his strong arms. 

“Y/n!” Nami yells and rushes over to where he holds you. “Y/n! Is she okay?” she demands to know, the other Straw Hats joining her. Law shakes his head with a sigh and hoists you up in his arms bridal style, your head resting against his chest. “Guess she had one too many drinks.” Which is the most plausible explanation there is. 

“I didn’t see her drinking that much.” Zoro comments. “Maybe she’s a light weight.” Law retorts which seems to satisfy the green haired man. “I will take her to my submarine and have an eye at her. I’ve got medicine there if she needs anything.” He says and Luffy nods in agreement. 

“Thanks! Take care of her! I need want her in my crew!” the captain of the Straw Hats exclaims and Law rolls his eyes. “Let’s wait till she’s sober again, Mugiwara ya.” He simply says before he carries you away. 

His crew wanted to follow him but he told them to have fun and enjoy the party as long as they can. He has other plans anyways. 

He puts you down in the surgery room and looks at you for a moment. He then checks your vital stats and eyes, coming to the conclusion that you will be knocked out for a while. He strips you completely naked and turns your body on your stomach, making sure that your face is free just in case you need to throw up. 

His hand traces your back and the curve of your ass before he takes a hand full and squeezes the soft flesh with an amused huff. Law then takes out a small machine which he has used on himself before when he got his tattoos. The steady sound of the machine as he starts to hammer the ink into your skin is soothing and he can’t wait for you to wake up next morning, confused about where you are. He’s thought about different scenarios that would be the most plausible and the one that just stuck with him is the most obvious one. 

Why would you question having sex with him if you can’t even remember where you got this tattoo from? Good thing you’re already naked so Law only needs to place you like a doll next to him in bed and wait for his plan to finally fall in place. 

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[belphieslilcow]

So Long Ago

just a fun lil trans belphie fic, takes place in lesson 3 when mc dream time travels back to the celestial realm!!

gn mc - trans belphie - belphie has naturally ginger hair

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You stared at the two demons in front of you, or well, they were angels at this point. You had seen Asmodeus's old albums and saw him in his angel form, but there was something so enchanting about seeing the real thing. Never mind how Beel looked, shirtless and letting his impressive physique show. It really did feel like something out of a dream, you were so stunned you were barely paying attention to the conversation the two were having.

"So, why are you out here anyway, Beel?"

"Oh, actually I'm looking for Belphie."

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of the youngest's name, you were curious to see what he looked like back then, Asmo didn't seem to have any photos of him, though with how picture averse he is nowadays you wouldn't be surprise if he's always been like that.

Asmo shot Beel an incredulous look "You're looking for Belphie? Here? You really think she'd be out in the middle of the forest?"

You were stunned for a moment, you must've heard him wrong.

"Oh, she's here. See for yourself."

And now Beel was referring to Belphie as "she"? What was going on? Was Belphie...

You were stopped in your thoughts by Beelzebub shaking a nearby tree, and out came falling a blur of white, navy blue, and fiery orange.

Looking at the being on the ground you saw the orange was their long, ginger hair tied in a loose braid, accented beautifully by the warm light coming from the halo above.

The being, who you assumed was another angel, groaned in pain as they sat up, moving a large portion of hair from their face that must've come undon from the wall. "Ugh... Beel, why'd you go and do that?"

"Don't blame me, you shouldn't have been napping in the tree."

Beel held out one of his large hands to the other angel, helping them up. It was them you got a good look at their face, the light dusting of freckles across their cheeks, the grumpy expression you knew well, and their droopy violet and magenta eyes.

This was...

Beel spoke up, "Mc, this is my twin sister, Belphie."

Sister?! With that confirmation everything clicked in your head, Belphie never spoke about being trans and you felt a little bad having found out this way and not by his own mouth, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

"Wait a minute..." You turned to the sound of Belphie's voice, it was higher pitched and sounded like when he was doing his baby brother act to get something out of one of his brothers.

"What's a human doing here?"

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That night after the whole time travel experience, you sat criss cross on your bed, looking through one of Asmo's old albums you asked to borrow.

Sure enough, even though his face wasn't visible, you could see the back of his old long, orange hair in some pictures. You just assumed it was another angel they were familiar with, or maybe Lilith, but Belphie had been in the pictures the entire time.

You heard a soft knock on your door, "Mc? I'm coming in."

Ah, speak of the devil...

Belphegor came in, holding his cow print pillow and a fluffy blanket and plopped on your bed beside you.

"What are you looking at? Oh, is that one of Asmo's photo albums?"

You nodded. "I just... wanted to look through it."

Belphie grabbed the book and saw the page you left off on, it had the most pictures of his old self.

You looked to see his expression, but it was normal, no disgust at his old appearance.

He looked back, "Oh, who told you?"

You cocked your head in confusion.

"That I used to be a girl? That's what you were looking at, right?"

You were taken aback a bit by how openly he said it, though Belphie was pretty blunt.

"No one told me, I had this weird dream in Asmo's room where I saw you guys when you were angels. I don't know how I knew it was you though."

He shrugged, "Eh, who knows." Belphegor rolled over on his back. "It's not like I didn't tell you because I didn't trust you or anything. I just didn't think it was that important."

He grabbed the fluffy blanket and wrapped himself up in it. "Honestly, even I forget sometimes, it was so long ago too so it's not really a big deal."

You smlied at your demon and put the book on your nightstand, laying down beside him and getting in your own blanket. Even if it wasn't a big deal to him, you were glad you got to know him a little bit better.

The demon yawned beside you, "Mm... good night..."

You brought your arms around him and closed your eyes. "Good night, Belphie."

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #obey me belphegor #trans obey me #hehehe i wrote it >:)

[electrasev5nwrites]

Ninja Daily: Vapors 53

Seven sets of footsteps made varying volumes of scuffling sounds on the dirt road out of Konoha one early morning, a cacophony that nearly drowned out the sounds of birdsong and wind tugging at drying leaves. If it had been a little less windy, it might well have muffled all other sounds, even though some of the footsteps were near silent. The bizarrely loud treads from three of the party members more than made up for the deficit.

They'd taken up a variation on a standard formation—a triangle. Sasuke took the tip, with Kakashi walking a few feet behind his right heel, Aiko was to Kakashi's right, and Sai stood way over on the left while their clients huddled between the shinobi.

"Let's hope this mission works out," Kakashi sighed after a few hours of walking in silence, as if he had been mulling over their recent string of missions. Aiko didn't buy it—he was attempting to stir up trouble to get an amusing reaction from the team. The unusually calm, temperate weather and lack of inter-team drama was probably boring him to tears.

Like the predictable chump he was, Sai gave a sunny smile with his eyes creased shut.

'Decent attempt,' Aiko scored mentally. 'Maybe a six out of ten, grading on a curve to compensate for his general ineptitude?'

She'd developed a grading rubric in the weeks they'd been stationed on back-to-back missions together. It wasn't like there was much else to do. The odd tension between Sai and Sasuke and Kakashi's general nonchalance had unfortunately made her the peacekeeper by default. She had no skill at the role whatsoever. At times like this, she desperately missed sweet, charismatic Naruto and even Sakura. The little girl had been a people-pleaser by nature, and clever enough to maneuver conversations that almost everyone was pleased by.

Sai lacked that conversational skill entirely, but hell if he didn't try to make friends anyway. She gave him so many points for effort and unintentional hilarity.

"I happen to like these missions," the boy in question interjected blandly. "I find it very interesting to see how Dickless can destabilize the most mundane of missions with his very presence."

The two possible outcomes of this trip seemed about equally likely :

Sasuke would become a Chuunin and rub it in Naruto's face when he came back home

Sasuke would snap and actually kill Sai with a blunt rock, forgoing all shinobi training in favor of his mindless hate for the other boy even though he factually knew it would endanger his promotion. He would get promoted anyways because Tsunade would just be sick of trying.

Her thoughts might have been on the same wavelength as her Uchiha teammate. Sasuke's fingers twitched as if he was longing to wrap them around Sai's neck, but the impulse was too Naruto-ish for him to actually indulge in.

'To be fair, Sai has a point.'

It wasn't even that Sasuke had done anything—it really did seem to be his very presence that jinxed things. Forget Naruto, Sasuke was a luck token of some sort. (Good or bad, she wasn't sure, but definitely luck).

The civilian family they were going to be escorting looked downright unnerved at this point. The teenage daughter Hana was clutching the straps of her green backpack so tightly that her fingers were turning white. Her young-looking parents (Ichigo and Mei) exchanged uncertain glances.

Aiko leaned around her mentor and aimed a reassuring smile at them, cutely clasping her hands behind her back to portray an unthreatening demeanor that would be more palatable to non-shinobi. "Don't mind them," she explained. "They're just joking around. You have nothing to worry about with us here. I know we look a bit young, but all three of us are competent shinobi, and Kakashi-shishou is one of the best shinobi in the world."

Strangely, they didn't seem reassured at all.

"Suck-up," Sasuke muttered under his breath from the front of the group. Without missing a beat, Kakashi extended a foot and sent him tripping face-first into the dirt. He'd done it quickly enough that Aiko almost missed the motion. She might have, if she hadn't been expecting something similar. He was petty sometimes. Their clients skittered back nervously to keep a distance from the grumpiest party member. Sai merely looked on while Sasuke irritably spat out dirt and regained his footing. His expression was blank but somehow managed to convey curiosity through his tilted head and unblinking stare. Sai was a bit like the world's tallest and hunkiest owl, really.

Aiko took a moment to glare at her teammates, who had just undone all the soothing she'd done. Calming other people just didn't come naturally to her, so she didn't appreciate having her ham-handed efforts undermined. "Whatever," she grunted, purposefully shoving her mentor with a shoulder. He allowed it and pretended to sway away from the force she mustered, which probably didn't help the impression that their aghast clients were gaining about their expensive escort. Even despite knowing that she was a shinobi, they probably didn't put much stock in her physical prowess. She wasn't particularly intimidating in appearance, even with a gigantic dog summons trailing by her side. Unfortunately.

Uncertain or not, they were apparently committed enough that they didn't muster up any complaints and obediently followed along with Kakashi's absent-minded directions.

'Makes sense,' Aiko noted. 'I bet hiring an escort is really pricey. On the bright side, they probably got a great deal, considering they managed to swing two ANBU level shinobi and the Hokage's apprentice.'

She would have told them that if she could—it probably would have soothed their minds. But it would have been grossly inappropriate for her to share confidential information like that about Kakashi and Sai. Sasuke's position wasn't classified, but it would probably be best not to talk about it either.

If this mission somehow went downhill into a spectacular blaze of incompetence and mind-bendingly bad luck, it might be a good idea not to have the highest echelons in their village directly embarrassed by the fiasco.

So their poor clients would just have to suffer nervously until the team got a chance to prove themselves.

'It's amazing that Naruto isn't even here, but having two-thirds of the surviving team seven together is somehow enough to tap into whatever alternate universe stores his weird karma,' she mused.

Then again, even in the manga, Sasuke's story arc had been fucking weird on its own merits. Maybe Naruto was completely blameless. Maybe there was nothing weird about Naruto's luck in the first place. He could just be a normal little boy.

Kakashi startled and gave Aiko a wary stare when she suddenly began choking on what appeared to be nothing. He warily patted her shoulder, pulling his hand back immediately as if he'd been burnt. "Okay there?"

"H-hai," she gasped, fanning her face with a hand. "Sorry, it's nothing."

'No way. Naruto is definitely weird as all hell. S'why I love him.'

Mindful that Kakashi had been downright unnerved by her inexplicable good humor, she wiped her face as blank as possible. She needed to pay attention and be alert, since she was on the clock. With any luck at all, they'd run into a moderately difficult fight that could be used as a justification for giving Sasuke his damn promotion already. A field promotion was perfectly respectable, after all, even if it wasn't as flashy as an exam promotion.

Mitsuo whined, a warm weight brushing against her right hip. Aiko glanced down and ran her fingers through the thick, white fur at his neck soothingly. He leaned his thick neck into her hand, snuffling sadly at her fingers. It was the first time he'd been out with her on an extended mission, but it was starting to seem like they would never have time to bond in Konoha.

"I know, I know," she murmured to the ninken sympathetically. He was having a hard time spending nights away from home. It was lucky that Pakkun had pulled her aside and explained some things to her, because Mitsuo couldn't speak any human language. He would probably never be able to.

That was yet another reason why it was so important for them to spend a lot of time together. If he was going to be her companion, they had to develop camaraderie and the ability to understand one another. He had a fairly good understanding of human speech (something like a toddler's vocabulary, but geared towards shinobi life), and she was learning some barks, but neither of them could properly vocalize the other's language. That meant that nonverbal communication was going to be crucial, as were the coded communications that they were still working out. There wasn't much need for Mitsuo to speak in riddles—it would never be an issue unless they were fighting another ninken summoner (or maybe a wolf or coyote with a similar dialect). But Aiko was actually working on teaching him a bit of English. Kakashi seemed perplexed by the strange sounds – syllables that didn't exist in Konoha, particularly—but she didn't see a reason to make up obscure references when she could teach him things she readily knew. It didn't make things any harder for her ninken, after all.

The only way to get that vital bonding done was just to spend time with each other. Their clients and Sai seemed a bit curious, but Sasuke gave her an unusually wide berth after she had summoned Mitsuo.

It wasn't that he was frightened of or disliked dogs, of course. (Although that wouldn't have been an unusual response to a dog that probably weighed more than Aiko did). No. It was because Mitsuo's hackles had gone up the instant he got a whiff of Sasuke and had insistently circled him, barking and growling for two painfully long minutes while Aiko tried to figure it out. Kakashi hadn't met them by the gate at that point, so she was on her own. Though it felt presumptuous, she eventually summoned Pakkun and begged for help.

He'd looked at her like she was an idiot while Mitsuo insistently danced around Sasuke. "The puppy is saying that one there smells like cats." He licked his nose, apparently oblivious to just how repulsed Sasuke appeared to be by the motion. But perhaps he'd noticed, because the pug continued. "He does reek of cat," Pakkun added decisively. Then he gave a few short barks that appeared to turn into an argument and a royal scolding. Mitsuo perked up his ears and glanced between his elder and the boy he was so insistently keeping corralled away from his summoner. He yipped and whined, but eventually pulled his ears down flat and groveled onto his tummy, awkwardly pawing his way over to Aiko's side.

"There," Pakkun sighed. He turned to Aiko, scratching at his neck with a rear paw. "I explained that you have to tolerate the cat stench because you're teammates."

Sasuke looked more than a bit disgruntled. "I don't even have a cat," he bit out shortly.

Both dogs gave him pitying looks. It was hard not to laugh. Pakkun took one long sniff, and decisively judged, "Is Uchiha."

"Is Uchiha," Kakashi (who she had definitely not heard arrive), agreed solemnly.

Sasuke twitched, looking somewhere between murderous and baffled. "Well-spotted," he eventually condescended.

Mitsuo whuffed. Pakkun gave a growling laugh in reply, and tilted his head so sharply that Pakkun smacked himself in the face with one of his floppy ears. "Then what's the question, boy?"

"I don't see the connection. I don't have the Uchiha nin-cat contract. I don't even have a regular cat." He jerked his head irritably at Aiko, clearly not happy about being growled at. "She has a cat. Growl at her."

"S'not a cat," Pakkun said sagely. Mitsuo agreed with a series of low vocalizations that startled Kakashi into giving Aiko a strange look. "He says he saw it hack up a burning hairball once," Pakkun helpfully supplied. "Can't be a cat. Some kind of furry lizard, probably."

There was a spectacularly awkward silence. Aiko pretended not to feel the stares. "Well, that's all sorted out and everyone's here!" she chirped with false enthusiasm. "Time to set off on an adventure."

"Aiko." Sasuke's disbelieving tone stopped her in her tracks.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged helplessly. Smaug was really more like Hinata's cat now, to be honest. She was either some sort of crazy talented animal whisperer or Smaug just sensed a similar soul in her. "I was uninvolved in that."

That pretty well stopped conversation for the first hour or so of their long walk.

'Come to think of it, that might be when the clients started to seem a bit uncomfortable around us,' Aiko reminisced fondly. She should probably feel guilty, but… couldn't quite muster up the energy. They weren't being paid to make friends. Their job was to safely get their client out of Fire Country, not pretend to be a luxury cruise service.

It was a pretty lazy mission, made even more so by the necessity of putting extra work on Sasuke to give him a crash source in field work. Aiko and Sai lurked around and set up camp that first night while Kakashi followed Sasuke to be sure his procedure running a perimeter check and setting up acceptable traps was up to snuff. They were gone long enough that Aiko eventually felt badly enough for their poor clients (who were obviously unused to long travel) and helped them set up their bedrolls and dug out a campfire for them. Sai merely looked on, idly running a clean brush over a notebook as if drawing invisibly.

"Thanks," Hana panted, wiping her forehead back as if to clear sweaty bangs, but her skin was completely dry.

'That's a bit odd,' Aiko noted without indicating anything about her thoughts externally. 'Her breathing patterns indicate exertion, but no sweat?'

It was unusual, but she didn't comment. All three of their clients seemed in much better shape by the time Sasuke and Kakashi returned, if a bit unpleasantly startled by just how quickly they appeared in the middle of the group toting bloody animals.

"You can cook." Sasuke tossed his directly at Sai. The artist caught both rabbits, but the swinging momentum spattered his face with what was probably still warm blood. Ichigo looked decidedly green, reaching out to take his wife's hand.

Sai gave a very strained smile—more so than usual, and awkwardly wiped the rabbit blood off his cheek and nose with a palm. It smudged a little and didn't entirely come off. "Of course. I am honored that you trust me with such a task." He paused. "Does this mean that you are courting me? This reminds me of a proverb about the duties a man has to his beloved. You see, when a man loves-"

"Ah, maybe we can talk about that later," Aiko hastily interjected, tugging the animals out of Sai's loose grip and pulling him to the fire by his hand. "I'll help. Thank you, Sasuke, Kakashi. They're lovely."

Sai's brow furrowed. He looked first at the rabbits he had been given, then to a fuming Sasuke, and then between Aiko and Kakashi as she snatched the food their team leader had brought back out of his hands.

Before he had a chance to open his mouth, Aiko had shoved everything into his arms and sparked up the fire to make sure it was going strong before laying down a leather tarp and pulling out a kunai. "Sai, would you skin those?" She gave him a meaningful look.

"Yes. We will talk later?"

She choked down a laugh, avoiding looking at Sasuke who was probably breathing smoke at that point. "Of course, Sai. We can talk about anything you want."

'Well, almost anything. I don't guarantee you'll get the answers you want,' she amended. He was probably still spying for Danzo, after all.

Doubtless, she wasn't the only one who knew that. Since Tsunade almost certainly suspected him, Sasuke must know as well. Kakashi could know too—he'd been in ANBU long enough that he could be aware of the other branch and was old enough to remember the scandal of Danzo being ordered to dissolve his private forces. They might even both know that the other knew, but there was no reason for either of them to know that she knew. She'd never been told, after all.

Aiko wasn't particularly worried. She knew how Kakashi treated threats, and none of the signs were present. Oddly enough, he seemed to be doing his best to be friendly to Sai. Of course, 'friendly' for Kakashi was more than a bit stilted and difficult, so she was taking it upon herself to be the bridge to the team. It made sense that he might be trying to ensure the Root nin felt welcomed. Obvious hostility would make it obvious that they knew he was a spy.

'Besides, Naruto managed to convert him in canon. That means that Sai is probably vulnerable to peer influence. He doesn't understand his own emotions, and he's brainwashed enough to think that he doesn't even have them.' (a particularly idiotic move on Danzo's part). 'All in all, Sai is highly susceptible to manipulation from anyone who spends an extended period of time with him. A bit of kindness here, a bit of respect there, and maybe even a semi-friendly rivalry…'

She intentionally did not smile. Sasuke would probably be vexed if he realized that his unfeigned irritation with the other boy was teaching him scripts for semi-hostile but still nonviolent human interaction. Worse, Sai learned by mimicry and repetition. That meant that his insults only got more clever and accurate every time the boys locked horns, and he had discovered that innuendo was one of the best ways to get under Sasuke's skin.

Probably the best part was that she was relatively certain Sai had decided to give the oft-discussed Icha Icha a try. Every once in a while, he'd make a comment or almost-reference that made her suspicions flare up. That made Sasuke the odd man out, actually. He still thought they were foul perversions and seemed to be doing his best to pretend not to notice any references.

As with any escort mission, the days quickly fell into a dull monotony. Kakashi pulled out his books and read while they walked, but no one else had anything for entertainment. The small family occasionally made token attempts to draw their escorts into conversation, but it was stilted and uncomfortable. By the third night, Kakashi let Sasuke run the perimeter alone, and had a chance to see the depressingly fumbled way their clients managed to unpack and pack their belongings. He and Sai exchanged a meaningful glance behind their backs. Aiko had to bite her lip to repress her suspicions as to what they were communicating. There would be no point in saying anything aloud—her comrades knew what she was thinking.

Like the past nights, she took a spot far from the banked fire, letting Mitsuo curl up into her side for the comfort of a half-hearted puppy pile. The shared body heat was nice—she seemed to run pretty cold, and was generally pretty uncomfortable at nights. Even still, she had to tuck her fingers under her shirt onto her belly to keep them from turning into icicles while she slept. Sasuke had given her a vaguely repulsed expression the first day, but by now seemed resigned to her apparently weird decision to share bedspace with a ninken.

She didn't understand why he cared in the first place. It wasn't like Mitsuo was dirtier than the rest of them or anything, and his doggy scent wasn't offensive at all.

'Maybe Pakkun was right', she mused. 'Sasuke's a cat'. (That was actually closer to what he'd been implying that first day. Pakkun and Mitsuo weren't offended that Sasuke had merely been in contact with a cat. Ninken were far too intelligent to hold that sort of grudge—regular cats barely pinged on their radar. Ninja cats like the ones historically linked to the Uchiha to the point where their scent lingered in their compound so many years later, on the other hand…) In her mind, she symbolically linked Yamato and Sasuke as the cat people she had to work with despite their persistent silliness.

It was a shame, but not everyone could be so lucky as to score a ninken partner.

Despite the way that there was constant conversation, Aiko learned surprisingly little private information from quietly listening to their clients' discussion. They didn't seem to be very interesting people.

They had been interested, on the other hand, in the antics of their ninja protectors. After his disastrous attempt to miff Sai by making him do the petty work, Sasuke didn't dare hand Sai food at night. (That might have been for the best, because his roasted rabbit had been a bit dry and bland). Instead, he sullenly ignored the other boy. She was almost convinced that Sai missed the banter by the way he kept glancing at the Uchiha.

Feeling a bit bad for him—she was never certain if Sai genuinely felt left out or if he was antisocial—she sat down by him on the fifth night on a large rock while Sasuke grumbled and did some sort of cooking magic. (The boy had a kami-given talent.) He looked at her curiously. It only took him a second to drastically change the atmosphere.

"Are we going to have that conversation about a man and a woman now?" he inquired innocently. "Sasuke never answered my question."

Movement around the camp stopped.

'Sai is either a fantastic troll, or just the most clueless human being there has ever been.'

"Perhaps later," Kakashi idly interjected from his sudden position on Sai's other side. Aiko pressed her eyes shut to avoid giving him a scathing look. That kind of deflection would never work, regardless of the sincerity behind the first question. Sai wasn't stupid, and he wouldn't appreciate being pushed aside.

Surely enough…

Sai glanced at Kakashi, then Aiko, and then turned to smile at Kakashi. "Is this a threesome?" he asked innocently. "I believe that Icha Icha Tactics contains a scene that begins much like this one. It seems to be an acceptable proposition." Then he frowned contemplatively, examining Kakashi closely. "Although I would like to know one thing before we begin. Am I the banana, or the donut?"

Kakashi slid off the rock as if scalded. "All yours, Aiko," he muttered, unconsciously tugging at that mop masquerading as hair on his head and hustling over to help Sasuke with smoking rations for the next day.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"No, it's not like Tactics," she answered calmly. "Although I think that's one of the strongest books in the series. What did you think of the depiction of the Daimyo in that one? It's very controversial, you know, though Jiraiya-san technically denied that it was intentional satire."

'There, easily deflected. He likes being asked what he thinks about non-personal things.'

There seemed to be no luck in the world for them in other matters, however. They were only taking the family a bit past Konoha's border with Tea. At civilian speed, they had already been walking for a full week, and there were only a few days left on their mission.

Sasuke was getting decidedly twitch at the possibility of another inexplicably easy mission. It almost seemed unlikely that they would run into no problems at all on such an extended trip. Where were the bandits? Wild animals? Potholes? At this point, she would accept just about any tribulation. It only had to be classified as a combat mission for Tsunade to be able to bend the rules and grant Sasuke a promotion. Sure, she might have to obscure the direct circumstances, but that would probably only serve to make Sasuke seem more impressive with such a mysterious circumstance around his promotion.

Like divine intervention, that was when she sensed four humans with advanced chakra systems coming their way, about a mile off. Granted, they were only moving at low to mid-level Chuunin speeds, (meaning they had a couple minutes) but when combined with the other oddities about this mission…

She'd take it.

"Shishou, orders?"

He looked at her disinterestedly, ignoring the baffled expressions from their clients. Sasuke and Sai looked sharply between the two. Silly non-sensors that they were, they probably didn't know about their soon-to-be visitors yet.

"I think we'll stay the course," he mused idly, spinning a kunai on an index finger using the ringed end. "Steady ahead and all that."

She rolled her eyes. "Is the most recent Icha Icha about pirates?"

(Aiko knew damn well that it was. She had a half-read copy hidden under her mattress at home.)

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kakashi virtuously lied, glancing at the scandalized man steering his staring daughter away from him. Hana couldn't seem to keep her eyes off of him. "Look, we should just be quiet and pay attention to our surroundings."

"That ship has sailed," Sai cheerily piped in, looking unduly pleased at being able to contribute to conversation.

'Not the worst play on words,' Aiko noted. Really, when grading on a curve of "Sai", it was pretty good.

She took a moment to imagine the group turning to Sasuke for his contribution. In her mind's eye, he turned around with that dead-pan bitch face he wore so well.

"Avast."

And then he turned back around, duty done.

Sadly, it was not to be. Apparently Sasuke didn't like pirate jokes, because Sai's appeared to be the last straw. He whipped around and inadvertently activated his bloodline just in time to catch a sudden movement from behind the group. "Look out!" He spun on his heels, already in an aggressive posture.

Kakashi, for whom the warning was entirely unnecessary, easily twisted Hana's arm behind her back (It was a fake name, if these people were anything less than absolutely incompetent). "I've been wondering for days when you would give up on that idiotic cover of yours," he drawled. "I suppose that's the other half of your ambush coming up?" Dismissively, he gave the girl a hard shove and stepped backwards to avoid the blow that the woman posing as her mother attempted to land on him with (of all the damned things) some sort of weaponized parasol. Aiko had to at least give them credit for disguising their weaponry well.

Not all of her companions appeared interested in giving them any slack.

She blinked, and then Sai was astride a gigantic ink tiger, peering down impassively at their fake clients. "You are highly unskilled," Sai informed them. Aiko was mildly surprised to note he was holding a brush between two long fingers. That had definitely not been there a moment ago. Then again, neither had the tiger. "We knew of your deception by the second day."

"Yes, we all knew," Sasuke agreed unconvincingly in an undertone.

'I had no idea.' He felt a little bit of sweat well up. 'I was just about desperate enough for a fight to push this mission to 'combat' status to bludgeon a raccoon to death and claim it was rabid. Better yet, claim Sai was bit by the rabid raccoon and get two birds with one stone. Of course I would have had to put him down. It'd be a terrible shame, but I'm sure Tsunade would understand.'

It was a nice daydream.

To be fair, he'd been stationed on point and hadn't had the chance the others had to actually keep an eye on their clients while they were walking during the day. It wasn't entirely Sasuke's fault that he didn't tally all the oddities and hypothesize that they weren't really dealing with honest civilians.

Aiko huffed, almost absentmindedly blocking four senbon from the kunoichi posing as the couple's daughter."You're a bad liar," she whispered after making sure that their teammates were out of earshot/ preoccupied by fighting. Sasuke flushed. She jerked her head at the young kunoichi who seemed irked by being dismissed so obviously. "Why don't you take that one, Sasuke?"

He managed to regain enough of his composure to give a cocky little smirk and nod. "This'll be easy," he roared, charging the enemy kunoichi as he pulled an oversized shuriken off his back.

Something twitched in her temple. 'I'm not sure why I thought working with Tsunade would calm his temper and dramatic tendencies,' she realized sheepishly. That had been a mistake. But it didn't matter much. Even if he was a bit ostentatious in battle, he was certainly effective.

Despite the way that the inaction felt completely unnatural, she restrained herself and stood back to let their lone genin fight alone. Sasuke was significantly faster than his opponent and easily ducked her next projectiles. She seemed to be a mid-distance combat specialist, which was poor luck against such a fast taijutsu artist like Sasuke. The fight was practically over the second she conceded that she couldn't keep enough distance from Sasuke and stood her ground to swipe at him with a blade hidden under her sleeve. He easily stopped it with his shuriken, using the curved edges to force her armed hand outward. It only took him two hits that seemed to shatter something where they hit—in her shoulder and a rib—to get her to her knees and gasping.

Aiko tilted her head to the side to watch the way he trussed her up in the next six seconds, vaguely impressed. 'Is it disturbing or kind of hot that he's that good at bondage?' Sasuke certainly didn't look as inexperienced as she knew him to be when he easily whipped all-purpose wire around "Hana's" ankles and wrists, topping it off by stuffing a bit of bandage in her mouth to stop her from shouting out to her comrades.

"Finally," Sai muttered, knocking the 'father' out with a blow to the head. Kakashi grunted in assent and seemed to set a genjutsu on the 'mother' that sent her to the ground in a fetal position, quietly weeping. Aiko just rolled her eyes at the boys' dramatics. It really wasn't that big of a deal, and they could have taken care of their opponents without waiting on Sasuke.

That was when the other half of the hilariously undergunned ambush squad (that had probably expected either three Chuunin or one Jounin and three genin) appeared, about a minute after the youngest kunoichi now whimpering through a gag had jumped the gun and made an attempt to take out Kakashi.

They'd probably become very nervous about their mission when they realized they had somehow scored Sharingan no Kakashi on what should have been a routine mission staffed by Chuunin. The girl might have even been right in thinking that she had a slightly better chance getting him from behind while he was preoccupied with obvious hostiles instead of joining in an attempt to overwhelm him with numbers. He was internationally famous precisely because that kind of thing didn't work well on him, after all. Unfortunately for Hana, getting the drop on Kakashi was so spectacularly unlikely that her best option would probably have been to cancel the mission if at all possible. Doubtlessly they would have done so if there'd been any way to contact their comrades.

"Is that who I think it is?" a bulky man wearing what appeared to be a lightning headband asked uncertainly. He was staring straight at Kakashi and looking a bit nauseous.

"Oh, shit," someone said. Two out of the four back-ups for their 'clients' turned directly around and bolted.

They didn't get very far.

"We're not going to kill them," Sasuke repeated flatly, grumpily doing his part to drag their cargo technically over the border.

("That was our mission, after all," Kakashi had cheerily pointed out despite the fact that it seemed apparent their mission objectives had changed. Perhaps he was just mocking their captives?)

For once, it seemed like Sasuke and Sai were on the same wavelength. To be frank, Aiko didn't know what was going on either, but she did assume that Kakashi knew what he was doing. It wouldn't hurt to wait around and find out what he thought they should do.

The man in question dropped Mei on their pile of enemy shinobi with a thump (and a sad "Oof!") and idly poked at one of their captives with a sandaled foot, mussing up his hair and leaving a shoeprint on his cheek. "Well, we get one of these every once in a while," he explained cheerily. "Some village funds a fake mission fishing for a low-level team in hopes of getting a chance to weaken our forces and make off with a bloodline user. We have more clans than any other village, after all." He shrugged. "But our friends here appear to be from Lightning, who we aren't at war with. I know it's idiotic, but Lightning in particular has a history of demanding reparations from Konoha after their poorly-planned attempts at bloodline theft inevitably fail to fool anyone but the thickest Academy students."

Weak killing intent wafted off of someone in the pile of bound and humiliated shinobi.

Aiko clenched her jaw tightly to keep her amusement hidden. He was intentionally provoking them, of course, but he wasn't lying. He was probably referring to the attempted kidnapping of Hyuuga Hinata that had gotten Neji's father killed in the not-so-distant past. At any minute now…

"That makes no sense," Sai observed with textbook predictability, not seeming at all strained by the shinobi draped over each thin shoulder. "Is Lightning often this incompetent?"

Hana visibly cringed.

Yepp. Aiko had been waiting for the peanut gallery to speak up. Kakashi had a knack for playing the boys like a couple of instruments… but probably drums or something, because she just couldn't see him solemnly picking at a shamisen or something like that. Although he would be great if he tried.

Sasuke had picked up the conversational thread as well. "Historically speaking, yes," he snarked.

She turned her face down to Mitsuo (happily licking at an irritated man's face) so Sasuke didn't see her eyes roll. Big talk, from a guy who hadn't noticed the undercover Chuunin in their midst.

Granted, it wasn't that he was stupid, and he had still easily wiped the floor with his opponents which pretty well proved that he was a high Chuunin-level fighter. He just had little practical experience with real civilians that would have clued him in to the oddities in their friends' charade. There had been hints: like the textbook time it took them to begin to display tiredness every day, or the too-inefficient ways that they went about setting up camp at night without ever improving. Come on, civilians were untrained, not stupid.

Kakashi shrugged, walking away without a care. "If we kill them, Konoha will have to deal with repercussions. It's not like it matters. Konoha ninja are far more skilled than these…"

His pause was uncharacteristic. It probably meant he wanted them to jump in. She was happy to oblige.

"inept hacks?" Aiko piped in at the same time that Sai offered, "weaklings?" and Sasuke monotoned, "uncouth plebians?"

Kakashi tilted his head contemplatively. "I was going to say Lightning shinobi, but those terms all equate to about the same thing."

If she hadn't turned around expectantly for the reaction, she might not have seen the pile-up of bound and disarmed Lightning shinobi wilt even further, as if someone on the bottom had given up out of embarrassment.

It was a particularly humiliating situation to be in. Their mission had failed, and they would have to return home unsuccessful, telling their superiors that they had been bested by a single team that hadn't even thought them worth killing. She actually felt a little bad for them—it hadn't been their fault they'd been assigned such a mission. How were they ever going to explain this away without losing all their dignity? She didn't know how much self-respect she'd be able to muster if she'd been stripped to her underwear to ensure she wasn't hiding any more weaponry and then left in a pile on the road, waiting to be found by helpful travelers.

Oh well. That was their problem, not hers, as long as they didn't try to get back into Fire Country.

"It was Sharingan no Kakashi," Ichigo swore, putting a hand over his heart.

"But not just him!" Kenpachi chimed in. "He had a whole ANBU squad disguised as a Chuunin team with him. Our cover must have been broken before we ever got into Konoha."

"Yeah," Mei added sincerely. "You should have seen them! They had an oni with them, one with hair like fire!" She made a face. "A badly dressed oni at that," she muttered in an aside to a blue-haired man who snickered with her.

"Don't forget the man with the massive shuriken," someone added from the back of the group. "Seven feet tall, he was, and blood in his eyes."

"And the last…" Ichigo shuddered. "Half naked boy, pale as paper, and crazy to boot. Kept trying to start fights with his own companions."

"We barely escaped with our lives," Hana added solemnly, staring deep into her hands and looking genuinely disturbed. "They were after us like Inuzuka hounds. If we'd been just a little bit slower…" she dragged a finger meaningfully across her throat.

"Jeeze," the border guard breathed, looking disturbed. "Just… Here, you'd better go in straight away."

"Hard mission?" His partner asked when he returned just in time to see a large group of shinobi in peasant plainclothes stagger into the village.

A bit smug at having gotten the juicy gossip, he nodded vigorously. "I'll say! They just got back from fighting Sharingan no Kakashi and an entire Konoha ANBU squad! One of them had a demon mask and red hair to match!"

The detail was compelling, after all. Konoha always seemed to use animal symbols for their ANBU. What kind of monsters had that team run into?

"Ha!" his coworker scoffed, toasting the weary travelers' backs with his water bottle. "Course they did. What a few ANBU compared to real shinobi? They're good enough for Konoha work, of course, but up here, ninja just come tougher."

OMAKE

Because they did have more than one mission as a group…

"This is ridiculous." The whine was uncharacteristic. But Sasuke had been pushed to the limits. "I mean," he continued, gesturing stiffly, "this is our fourth C-rank in a row that was miraculously resolved before we got there. Once, I can understand. I can even be happy for the village plagued by bears that solved their problem on their own by realizing the bears were only reacting to territory encroachment. The second mission was acceptable as well, even if we still don't know how that missing nin ended up dead before we got there."

"I know, I know," Aiko agreed, irritated. "And this last mission. It was…" She gave a helpless shrug. "It's positively surreal that the leader of those bandits decided he would rather finish his education and work in finance, forever abandoning a career robbing traveling merchants to transition to legally getting their money."

Tsunade snickered. "Tell me about the third one, again? I've forgotten how that turned out."

"We don't talk about the third mission," Kakashi said darkly, fingers tightening on the open book he wasn't reading.

Sai furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to speak.

He was cut off by Sasuke. "We Don't. Talk. About the third mission," he practically hissed.

Poor Sai looked confused. Aiko reached over and patted his hand reassuringly, completely missing the way that Sasuke's eyes narrowed in sheer irritation. He didn't like her being nice to Sai. But he was just so adorably lost in conversations all the time that she couldn't help but want to help him out.

"Your luck as a team is positively bizarre," Tsunade allowed, somehow managing to seem somewhat professional despite the fact that they all knew she was on the verge of cackling at their misfortune. "I can't imagine a shinobi with stranger luck."

Naruto gave a vicious battle-cry, parrying an oversized sword with the ice cream spoon he'd been using when a group of drunks invaded the festival. He was almost glad the pervert wasn't here because he was just so embarrassing. There were only ten guys—he could take 'em.

"And anyways," Tsunade decided, waving a sheaf of papers at the group, "That's all in the past, now. I'm sure that this mission will work out!"

#vapors #uzumaki aiko #electrasev5n #ninja daily #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

[somewhat-bored]

Not me thinking about the interactions with characters we never get to see (Especially ones with the Golden twins) and about to write a mini-series about the scenes we don’t get to see.  This definitely isn’t about avoiding schoolwork.

Anyways, take The Second Story fanfic during the investigation of the Grand Oak Resort’s basement.

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Ridley suggested that anyone who wanted to stay upstairs with her could. Seeing that the basement was probably haunted and totally creepy, Izzy and Olly looked at each other and knew that they wanted to stay on the first floor.  Carter and Leila had already begun to make their way down.  However, when Theo started to descend the steps, Olly shot Izzy a quick glance, begging to go downstairs.  Izzy merely shrugged and made no move to the stairs.  Olly looked at Izzy, looked at the stairs, and quickly followed after the rest of the Misfits.

Fine, go down to the creepy basement with your crush and get your soul stolen by creepy ghosts.  I’ll stay up here where it’s safe and slightly less creepy.  Izzy thought to herself.  Whilst she was tempted to go down after Olly, she would’ve felt a little bad if Ridley had to stay up here by herself.

Awkwardly standing a few feet away from Ridley, Izzy contemplated what she would do.  The silence between them was becoming a little unnerving.  Izzy didn’t know Ridley all that well, and it’s a little difficult talking to someone you barely know.  Ridley also didn’t seem to appreciate humor all that much, but that was Izzy’s strongest ability (Besides tap-dancing, but that would seem out of place in the situation).

“Why’d you stay up here?“  Ridley asked, breaking the silence after the rest of their club disappeared into the darkness of the stairs.

“Huh?“  Izzy was caught off guard by the bluntness of the question.

Ridley looked at Izzy and turned her chair so they were directly facing each other.  “I thought you and Olly were jointed at the hip, so why would you stay up here when he went down there?”

“Oh, it’s like totally scary down there!  The basement is probably haunted or something,”  Izzy said.  She was a little unsure of how Ridley would take the idea of her staying up here so she didn’t get lonely.  Ridley seemed like the kind of person to scoff at that idea and anyone who would suggest it.

Ridley looked unconvinced.  “Really?  You didn’t go downstairs because of a ghost story?”

Izzy gasped, mocking offense.  “Well, it’s not just the seance!  This is a highly unstructurally sound building!  There’s mold, rats-not you Illy-and cracks everywhere!”

“You had no problem going inside of this building in the first place.”  Ridley countered.

Shoot.  Normally Izzy didn’t have problems with improvising answers, but Ridley’s hard skepticism and Izzy’s lack of Olly to back her up with the responses left her a bit unprepared.

“Uh, well,”  Izzy stuttered with a response, “I’m also up here, so like, in the worst case scenario, if we get caught snooping in a restricted area, I can try to talk us out of a problem.”  Maybe that was a believable excuse?

Ridley still looked skeptical at this answer.  While a legitimate and understandable answer, Izzy’s lack of conviction must have given her away.  

Izzy sighed, “Fine, I stayed up here because I think it would suck if you had to be alone.”

Ridley looked almost surprised after she said that.  “...huh.”

“I would have been fine up here by myself.”  Ridley said, turning so she was facing the stairs.  “Honestly, the only thing that sucks is that I can’t look for clues in the basement with you guys.”

“And being alone in a creepy abandoned hotel wing!  That sucks too!  That’s like, a perfect setting for a horror story victim.”  Izzy added.  This got a small chuckle out of Ridley before immediately getting cut off by a scream.  Followed by a few moments of silence.

“Was that Olly?” Izzy asked, a little timid.  Who was she kidding, that screech was definitely from her brother.  Maybe it was nothing to stress about, like a joke meant to scare her and Ridley.  Or...  “Should we go down to check on them?”

“I can’t go down.”  Ridley said.  Instead of making Izzy brave the basement alone, she yelled down to the rest of the Misfits.

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Hearing quick footsteps up the staircase, Olly emerged from the basement, yelling something incoherent about a fake skeleton jumping out and tripwires.  Izzy seemed relieved the moment Olly came up the stairs.  Ridley could barely follow him, but Izzy seemed to understand his rapid speech.

“Come on, you gotta see it!  It looks so scary!”  Olly said, pulling Izzy towards the steps.  However, she stopped him and looked at Ridley.

“We could probably pick up your chair together and take you down the stairs, if you want to.”  Izzy suggested.

“Oh, yeah, you gotta see it Ridley!”  Olly exclaimed like an excited puppy.  “It’s like super cool and creepy!”

“How creepy?”  Izzy asked.

“Creepier than B.B Bosso!”

Ridley was surprised for the by the twins for the second time in a few short minutes.  They were going out of their way to make her included in the investigation.  She wasn’t really expecting that from them, seeing as she didn’t know them too well.  But, the gesture was nice.

“If we drop you, which we will try very hard not to do, I promise to give you every single one of my cookies for the next ten years!”  Izzy exclaimed.

“I will make no such promise,” Olly proclaimed.

Ridley held back laughter at the twin’s antics.  The skeleton did sound cool, and she wanted to check it out for herself.  “Sure, let’s go down.”

#the magic misfits #there are a lot of scenes where we don't get to see the perspectives of the other misfits #especially in the minor third #also Olly x Theo shippers come get a small mention #also i should probably work on the Owl House swap AU but this came to my brain #and it refused to leave

[sabrinasfadingmoon]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

tagged by the wonderful @uncleasad Thank you for tagging me! I did the first paragraph of each fic because the first sentences just seemed oof.

1 I want to see me clearly (I see you clearly) : Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos

When you looked at yourself what did you see? Kit always saw what her mother wanted her to be. What her birthright was. She should be grateful, she was, being a princess was luck bestowed upon her. Even if it wasn’t something she wanted, she understood that much.

2 jealousy, jealousy, I am yours : Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Enid had waited a long time for her soulmate. It wasn't unnatural for someone to go way into adulthood without them, but something told her she would find hers when she was a teenager.

3 summer rush : Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman

Hope, for a moment thought about hiding. Maybe if they couldn’t find her on campus they would just leave without her. It was childish, of course she knew that. But maybe childlike tricks to get her out of the Saltzman's beach house for three months was worth it.

4 when the stuffed animals go marching in : Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

The room was cold on the winter night, Wednesday sat at her desk reading a particularly interesting book when- there it was. The small thud- no, not a thud, more of a plop from a small color stuffed animal hitting the ground. She grit her teeth, cursing Enid Sinclair.

5 I love the nostalgia in your darkness, I call it home : Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Enid didn’t expect it when it happened.

But when it did her eyes were not first met with color but darkness. And then she saw the brown, the eyes. How beautiful they were and her feet took her forward.

6 sweet and sour and not a bit of nice : Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Enid decided long ago that Wednesday was torturous. She was morbid, blunt, and some would even say horrifying. And Enid loved every second of it.

7 I’ve fallen into a trope : Riley Matthews/Maya Hart

RileyMatthews: hiii Twitter 😝 I finally remembered my password in time to announce my new tv show! Transparent with the beautiful Maya Hart!

8 I am infinity falling for you : Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman

“Why are you even pouting!” Lizzie complains as she and Josie sit down at their lunch table. MG was already there and gave his girlfriend a loving kiss while Josie groaned.

9 the universe is a bitch, but at least they’re high while it falls apart : Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman

Josie isn’t really sure how or when it started if she’s being honest. They had moments, small moments here and there.

10 dumb love never hit me so bad : Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman

When Hope was little she used to be so curious about the red string attached to her pinky. She used to tilt her head and just stare at the wall it went through in wonder.

And there we have it! Ten wonderful fics I’ve written! The one rilaya fic makes me giggle dhdhhd

I don’t actually really talk to people— I’m quite a loner so I’m just going to tag people I know write fanfic on here. I would tag Asad but they tagged me smh.

Feel free to do the challenge if you want! No hard feelings if you don’t.

@u-look-beautiful-today @limeodey

#fadingmoon fics

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Hunter x Hunter Chapter 199 - Light and Shadow

Killua is going to be the best boy this chapter soooo let’s goo

Killua the best BOYYYY

carried his boy Gon to the border

also managed to find his way without a map or a GPS

I think it’s one of the rare time we see him actually out of breath

Well thank god you’re on the way and they don’t have to wait there for several hours

Killua is sweaty as fuck

Your skin is too pale to stand like this in the sun Killua, I’m glad you stayed under a tree

Well reinforcements are coming

NETEROOOOOOO

small old man

with japanese business guy

and BIG JAW marketing man

probably both in their 40s or 50s

ASSHOLES

these kids aren’t some randos

also stop judging them when they are probably traumatized

Poor Killua

Pitou’s aura must be terrifying then

as far as we know Hisoka and Illumi are as bad as it can get for humans

I’m pretty sure the ants’ aura is terrifying because they aren’t humans and their emotions can feel very foreign to humans

kind of like sinister with added uncanny valley

HYPE

already on Illumi’s and Hisoka’s level at least

Let’s remember Killua thought he could kill Netero to get the ball back in the first Hunter Exam

Yeah Pitou is terrifying alright, a born genius made of an amalgam of creature

Knov, you know you don’t need to be patronizing to say that ?

Like of course a state of panic and shock isn’t the best state to accurately gauge the power of an opponent

Morel is right too, power levels are irrelevant when you take into consideration nen

TRUE again

it’s been shown several time too

Uvo’s demise, Genthru’s and his gang, etc...

All due to some errors on their part, some mistake

Well I don’t agree entirely

thinking about retreating to take them on with better odds is also possible

Hisoka is definitely the incarnation of always being 100% confident he’ll win

I also think this way of thinking might only be the bias of only taking into account the ones who survived by never backing down

Gon is sleeping like a brick

it’s so cute Killua used his turtleneck to cover him

even if it must be full of sweat, it’s cute

I wish someone would be able to carry me home and tuck me in my bed

Netero is smart, an elite force is better than plenty of weak soldiers

Killua seems touched by this proposition

I never understood why they call them “assassins”

maybe they consider the one participating in this operation as assassins, ant killers, exterminators maybe ?.

Thanks Netero

leaving them with some potential way to come back into this

Gon on his shoulders hahahaha

Killua is THE BEST

Gon must have had his best night, maybe his neck will hurt a bit

Killua feels so guilty

poor kid, he feels like he did something wrong

the only thing you could have gotten was death

You only listened to Kite who was an experienced hunter

Gon understands

I’m pretty sure Killua also refers to their discussion when Gon said if Kite told them to flee that he’d stay no matter what. But that was if their presence could have helped in any way.

Killua said he would judge case by case

and he was right to do so

Baseless optimism feels so foreign to Killua

Poor little guy

You didn’t leave him to die Killua, I can see you’re terrified of what you did if it means Kite is dead

But sometimes surviving was the best option and Kite was fine with that anyway

GAYYYY

and also traumatized

poor boy

BABY

YESSS YOU CAN

AND WELL FUCK AS ALWAYS

Kite’s headless head always feels so at peace

Pitou got injured, their ribbon was torn too

They suffered a cut and some blunt hit on the face but also on the neck

Pitou must be pretty tough too because Kite clearly only aimed up there but it didn’t do much

What an ending for a volume

I’ll begin Volume 20 another day !

#hxh c199 #hxh liveblog #hxh manga