#Oh fuck I put go fist instead of go fish

[eiightysixbaby]

Idk if your requests are open- Eddie and rock singer!reader? They both perform at the hideout, which is how they met, and then he finds out she goes to Hawkins High as well. Rest is up to you 😊 p

hi love! thanks for your request, I adore this! I hope you enjoy my take on it 🫶🏻

Eddie genuinely can’t believe his eyes. There’s no way - no way - a girl as gorgeous as you lives in Hawkins and he’s never seen you before. There’s no way this gorgeous girl exists and she can sing like a goddess. But, here you are, performing with your band at the Hideout on the same night he’s performing with Corroded Coffin.

You’re doing a cover of Barracuda by Heart, killing it if Eddie’s being honest. Your voice works so well for the song and your energy is so captivating, he’s actually got heart shaped eyes as he watches you command the tiny little stage. It puts the set they just played to shame, the way you draw a crowd - that isn’t just full of drunk people.

Gareth knocks his fist against Eddie’s shoulder, breaking him out of his trance. Eddie glances at him, unwilling to tear his eyes away from you for too long.

“Dude, they’re fucking amazing,” Gareth says emphatically. “That girl can sing.”

“Tell me about it. I genuinely think I found the love of my life,” Eddie replies, shifting his gaze back onto you as if to prove a point.

He watches as you belt into the microphone, finishing the song and giving an enthusiastic bow before you and the rest of your band leave the stage.

“Go talk to her, man!” Jeff encourages, leaning over the table to grab Eddie’s forearm, giving it a slight shake.

Eddie shakes his head, curly hair flopping around his face. “Nah, I dunno, man,” he starts, but the guys don’t even let him finish.

“Don’t say she wouldn’t be into you,” Gareth interjects “because she literally did a cover of Dio earlier. That girl was made for you.”

“And she’s wearing a Metallica shirt,” Jeff says.

“And I caught her watching our set,” says Grant. “But she certainly wasn’t looking at any one of us except you, Ed,” he laughs.

“Okay, alright, point taken,” Eddie snaps, raising his hands up to silence the group.

He knows he should talk to you. He knows he’ll regret it forever if he doesn’t. And yet, when he sees you sit down with your band mates at the table beside his, he feels his stomach do somersaults. Your laugh sounds like sunshine. Like butterflies and rainbows and glitter and everything good. It simultaneously makes him nauseous and elated. He feels himself go rigid with nerves as you talk mere feet away from him, rambling excitedly to your friends about how well they did up on stage. He feels himself literally turn to stone when Gareth stands up, sidling up to your table and congratulating you all on an awesome performance.

Because Eddie knows Gareth, and he knows he’s not just innocently praising you guys, no. He’s on a mission to make Eddie crawl out of his skin, and he’s about to achieve it.

“Yeah, me and my friend Eddie were just talking about how great you guys sounded. Isn’t that right, Ed?” he says, giving Eddie a wickedly cheeky grin as Eddie turns to look at him. He’d be scowling if it weren’t for the fact that you are also looking right at him.

He’s like a deer in headlights, lips parted slightly as he fully meets your eyes. He blubbers like a fish for a moment before Jeff literally kicks him under the table, waking him up.

“Uh, y-yeah, oh yeah. You guys were incredible, put us to shame really,” he forces out a laugh, tries to force a sense of ease into his voice, which is horribly ironic.

You seem to buy it, though, or at least you don’t comment on it if you can tell that he’s about ready to tunnel underground and leave this bar forever. Instead, you beam at him, a brilliant and gorgeous smile that would have his knees buckling if he’d been standing.

“Thanks, Eddie, but you guys truly killed it. We couldn’t have possibly competed with that Master of Puppets solo you delivered,” you say excitedly, talking with your hands. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” you say, leaning forward on your table, extending a hand as far as it will go for him to shake.

He totally notices how you didn’t extend a hand to Gareth, oh boy does he notice. He only sweats a little bit as he reaches his hand to meet yours, shaking it firmly. “It’s great to meet you,” he says, smiling softly, butterflies still raging in his stomach.

“You should’ve seen him when he was learning that solo,” Grant interjects, “holed himself up in his room for weeks until he mastered it.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t do anything else but practice. I swear, he probably didn’t shower for day-” Jeff is cut off by an elbow to his ribs, Eddie turning to him with an expression that says ‘you’re dead if you keep talking’.

“Ooookay, anyways,” Eddie interrupts, his cheeks going pink.

His face feels hot as you laugh at the image his friends had put in your brain. But you aren’t truly laughing at him, Eddie can tell, and your response only affirms it. “I don’t blame you, it’s one of those songs that just infects you, right? Your hard work clearly paid off, too,” you say, still smiling brightly.

Eddie feels his nerves ease a bit, and he knows he’s in good company with you. You aren’t phased by his awkwardness, you don’t even seem to notice. Eventually, your friends and his friends all leave the tables, walking over to play some of the pinball machines tucked in one of the corners of the bar. It’s just you and him now, silence washing over the scene as he finds he doesn’t really know what to say.

“So, uh, you from Hawkins? I’ve never seen you around,” he wonders, voice cracking mid-sentence. He wants to slam his head against the table top until it cracks open, but he perseveres.

“I actually moved here at the start of summer,” you say, setting down the glass of water you’d been sipping on. “Moved in right next door to our drummer, caught him playing in his garage the one day, and the rest was history. They needed a singer for the band, and I decided, why not?” you smile, reminiscing on those first days of friendship. “Anyway, I’m due to start at Hawkins High next week for the new school year. I’ll be a senior.”

Eddie’s heart thumps in his chest at that, giddiness brewing in his chest at the thought of seeing you again. “Oh, no shit! I go to Hawkins High, too. I’ll be, uh, I’ll be doing my senior year…. for the… third time,” he winces, earning a soft laugh out of you.

“Third times a charm, isn’t that what they say?” you beam at him, resting a hand on his forearm gently and squeezing once before pulling away. Your soft eyes meet his, and he feels all of his worries melt away. There isn’t a hint of judgment in your voice, in your gaze, and it’s genuinely a weird feeling to Eddie. He feels like he could tell you anything.

God, he’s screwed.

Eddie normally hates the first day of school. Everyone bubbling with an excitement he doesn’t feel, talking to their friends as if they haven’t seen each other in ages, when this town is so small it’d be next to impossible to not have run into each other over the summer. School to him was just a place where people would pick on him, try to tear him apart, outcast him. Yeah, the first day of school has never been Eddie’s favorite day. Until today.

He finds himself getting up before his alarm even goes off, the anticipation of possibly getting to see you taking over his brain. You hadn’t spoken since that night at the Hideout, he didn’t get your number like an idiot, and needless to say he’s been dying to talk to you again. His friends gave him plenty of hell for not setting up a date with you or something, but he just couldn’t do it so impulsively. Now, though? Now, he wants to work up the nerve to do it, and he’s hoping he’ll get the chance to see you throughout the school day.

His uncle Wayne notices the unusual skip in his step, the small smile tugging at his lips as he prepares his breakfast for the day.

“What’s gotten into you, boy? Usually I’m dragging your ass outta bed so you’re not late for first period,”

“Just, uh, just excited to start my last year of high school,” Eddie says, playing it off. “One day closer to graduating and leaving that place forever, huh?”

Wayne doesn’t buy it, knows Eddie’s been dreading doing senior year over for a second time, but he doesn’t press the issue. Just gives him a slight nod and goes out to the porch to drink his coffee.

Eddie flies through his morning routine; scarfs down his breakfast, chugs a mug of coffee very ungracefully, showers and gets dressed. He puts on a Dio shirt, thinking back to the cover of Holy Diver you did with your band. A conversation starter, he thinks to himself. He grabs his keys, heading for his van with his backpack and his little tin lunch box full of drugs in tow - because, y’know, he won’t turn down the chance to make a few extra bucks today if the opportunity presents itself.

The halls of Hawkins High are bustling when he arrives, full of giddy freshmen going over their schedules with their friends, teachers greeting the students, the jocks being obnoxiously loud as per usual. But this time, Eddie doesn’t feel an overwhelming sense of dread consuming him. His eyes scan the sea of people for your familiar face, but he doesn’t see you.

He can’t really be disappointed yet - there’s tons of students here, it’s unlikely you’d be the first one he’d run into. But then first period passes and you aren’t in his class. And then second, and third. Halfway through the day, and still nothing. What if you don’t share a single period with him? What if he doesn’t get the chance to see you at all?

He trudges into the cafeteria at his designated lunch hour, mood lifting a little when he sees Gareth and Grant waving at him eagerly from the table they’d claimed.

“What’s up, man? You look a little down in the dumps,” Gareth says, frowning a little at the older boy.

“He’s sad cause he hasn’t seen the love of his life yet,” Jeff says, coming up behind Eddie with his tray of food, startling him.

“Oh shut up,” Eddie mumbles, taking his seat and pulling his sandwich from his lunch bag.

He’s not really listening to the conversation his friends dive into, he’s too busy scanning the room for you. His eyes roam over the various tables, separated into their designated cliques. He spots the band geeks, the cheerleaders, the basketball team - just the way it always is. There’s a sea of people in here but he doesn’t find the one he’s looking for. Just as he’s about to lose hope, to resign to the fact that you’ve probably been assigned to a different lunch period, he hears a familiar voice calling his name.

“Eddie?” your voice calls, and he turns in his seat.

You wave eagerly at him when his eyes land on you, and it makes his stomach flip. You look perfect, dressed a bit more preppy than you had been at the Hideout, but still not untrue to yourself.

“I’m so glad I ran into you! Love the shirt, by the way,” you tell him, and he feels his cheeks heat.

“Y/N, hey,” he says, swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. “It’s so great to see you again, how’re you liking Hawkins High?”

“Eh, it’s alright so far. The jocks are extra annoying and Ms. O’Donnell seems like she’ll be a pain in my ass, but I’ll push through,” you say, still smiling despite your complaints.

“Don’t get me started on that woman,” Eddie says, shaking his head and laughing.

You greet the rest of the guys, chatting briefly with all of them about band stuff and what classes you’re taking. Eddie watches you, listens to that gorgeous laugh of yours as you exchange banter with his friends. He’s got stars in his eyes every time you glance over at him.

Soon enough you decide you need to head back to your table, wanting to make sure you have enough time to eat your food. “It was great to see you guys again, we’ll have to get together sometime soon!” you say, waving pointedly at Eddie as you retreat to your own seat with your own friends.

Eddie wants to smack himself for not making a move, not asking you out on a date. The opportunity slipped right through his fingers. He doesn’t even need to look at the guys to know they’re all staring at him, ready to deliver various quips about how he had his chance right there.

“Don’t say shit, or I’ll make the next Hellfire campaign a nightmare for all of you,” he threatens, pointing a ringed finger at the three of them.

The table goes silent, each of the guys suddenly extremely interested in their meals, none of them daring another glance in Eddie’s direction.

The rest of the school day drags. Eddie knows he’ll see you again, he knows it wasn’t his only shot to ask you out, but he disappointed himself by losing the nerve to speak up. What if he flounders every time he sees you? What if someone else snatches you up before he can get the balls to try? He absentmindedly floats through his last few periods, staring into space as he daydreams about you.

Finally, the last bell rings, saving him from purgatory. He packs up his things and shuffles out of his classroom, ready to go home and just sleep away his self-pity.

Then, he sees you. You’re about to head out the door of the building, backpack slung over your shoulders. A fire ignites beneath his feet, a gnawing feeling that tells him he can’t let you get away this time. He picks up his pace as he heads in your direction, sneakers squeaking on the freshly polished floors. He doesn’t give himself the time to second guess it. He calls your name, and you turn, eyes shining when you realize it’s him.

“Eddie, hi, what’s up?” you ask, tilting your head to the side a little as you both step out of the way of the crowds of students who are eager to leave for the day.

“Hey, um, I was just wondering if… maybe you’d want to swing by the diner or something? For dinner tonight?” he asks, his palms sweating as he speaks.

For once, he thinks he’s made you nervous. You glance away from him for a moment, chewing your lip as you hold back a smile.

“I’d love to,” you say, and he feels an immense weight lifting off of his shoulders. He feels like he could fly right now if he wanted to.

“I can pick you up at around, say five-thirty?” he questions, waiting for your approval. He shifts his weight on his feet, hands fidgeting with one of the straps of his book bag.

“Okay, yeah,” you agree, pulling a piece of paper and pen from your backpack and scribbling your address down, handing it to him. “I’ll see you then, Eddie,” you grin. Then, you lean closer, your mouth hovering beside his ear. “Maybe after dinner you can teach me how to play Master of Puppets,” you say quietly, pulling back with a slight smirk on your face.

He doesn’t get the chance to respond before you’re gone, pushing the doors open and walking through the parking lot. He looks down at the paper you’d handed him, sparkly purple ink from your gel pen gleaming up at him.

And yeah, Eddie’s so fucking screwed with you. But there’s no way he’s letting you out of his grip now.

#leah’s got mail 💌 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb

[blamemma]

Omg I love 2! “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

Like, let's be real, this would be such a Max thing to say.

lil bit of angst (no real happy ending), vile vibes, mentions of cheating, mentions of irl wags, changed the prompt ever so slightly as well sorry xx

Daniel watches Max with a hawk-eye, tracks him as he paces back and forth, his fists clenching, un-clenching, clenching, un-clenching, palms spread wide, knuckles cracked, clenching once more.

He doesn't have much space to move in their hotel room, but Max covers every square inch in the time he takes thinking. Daniel watches as his mouth opens, always as if he's about to say something, all that leaves though is an angry 'mmph' or a swear word. Daniel wants to tell him that he looks like a goldfish; the constant 'o' of his mouth reminiscent of the pet fish he once had. He doesn't want to poke the bear though, doesn't want to make him more incessantly pissed off.

Max stops, crouches down, wrapping his arms, around his legs, hugging himself almost. The soft demeanour of his posture is starkly different to that of his face; pursed lips, furrowed eyebrow, scalding eyes. He says nothing, just stares at Daniel, through Daniel, and so Daniel pokes, breaks the deafening silence.

"Why are you mad?" Daniel asks, "It's what you wanted."

Max's arms unravel themselves from around his legs as he throws them outwards in anger and shock, but the quick movement forces him to lose his balance, tumbling backwards onto his arse. Daniel laughs and Max face scrunches up, scowling even more at Daniel.

"That is not what I wanted at all Daniel. You are not stupid enough to think I wanted you to do that, her, or I don't know maybe you are. You were stupid enough to kiss me in the fucking harbour."

"Max." Daniel tries, raising his voice slightly, overwhelmingly annoyed at how the blame is being put on him. "Max, you told me to go out and kiss someone and be photographed doing it. You don't get to tell me what's right and wrong in this fucking game you're playing. You told me to kiss someone, she was there, we were photographed. You should be fucking happy."

“I’m not mad, I just think you could have chosen someone better to kiss.” Max retorts from his place on the ground, the spare fabric of his shorts scrunched into his fists. He keeps unconsciously picking at the beard burn marks on his neck and Daniel wants to creep forward on his hands and knees, bat his hand away so he doesn't irritate them more.

"Oh alright, next time you tell me to kiss someone, I'll wait around for the pre-approved list." Daniel bites out instead. He stands up and starts pacing this time, searching for whatever reprieve it gave Max.

"If you had not been so dumb to have kissed me in public Daniel, then I would not have needed you to go out and kiss a woman so that public do not think you are gay."

"Or so Kelly doesn't think you're gay?" Daniel stops pacing instantly, feels bile form at the back of his throat. He knows they've crossed a line that they can't go back from. He could dig further down in hopes of finding gold, or beg for a ladder to get him out of this hole.

He digs.

"That's what it's all about really though Maxy," He watches intently as Max's face goes soft at the pet name, and then immediately sour again. "Can't have her finding out your dirty little secret can you. It's been harder to hide hasn't it, now I'm back on the team, back in the paddock. She'll start noticing you've disappeared after races. Start asking questions about where you are. Is that why she hasn't been to many races this season? Scared she'll see the truth."

Daniel's hurting the both of them now, but it's all he can do. His stomach turns every time he thinks about how drunk he had got, how he'd had to psyche himself up to kiss Heidi in the packed club, how he'd had to linger for longer than he'd liked hoping that someone had pictured it.

He wanted some sick satisfaction from it, wanted Max to know it was Heidi he had kissed, felt a small sense of pleasure when the picture had finally landed on numerous fan pages, hoped it was as painful as Max to see as it is for Daniel seeing him with Kelly.

"It didn't have to be her." Max whispers. He looks up at Daniel, all bright blue teary eyes, pouty lips, scarlet red cheeks. Daniel wants to kiss him; kiss him, kiss him and kiss him. Never kiss anyone else. Never want Max to kiss anyone else. For this to be enough.

Instead he sits down opposite him, curls his knees into his chest and wraps his arms around them.

"Yes it did Max. You know it did."

#dr #mv #maxiel #my writing #aight sorry #maybe hate this maybe love it #its like when u take the first bite of ur food and ur still a lil sceptical

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi Wendy! (Im the same person who suggested the Benkei angst♡)

maybe the scenario could be where Benkei doesn't spend much time with reader anymore because of his work, so reader gets lonely and maybe spends time with Omi, Waka or South (your choice) and maybe gets benki a little jealous here and there..👉👈

Though you don't really like this scenario then please tell me and I could change it 💕✨️✨️

I don't think I've ever done one of these so I'M UP FOR THE TASK!

Sneaky Link: Keizo Arashi, Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1,4k

tw: angst, angst, angst!

masterlist

"You're always at the gym," you sigh, cradling the phone against your ear. Another long evening spent alone with the TV isn't what you envisioned when you suggested a romantic dinner. You glance at the food sitting on the stove and note that it's probably cooled significantly since you cooked it.

"I'm sorry, baby," Keizo replies over the sound of the dryer tumbling in the background. "I'll be home as soon as I'm done with this client."

"Yeah, yeah." You hang up and sit the phone on the counter, allowing yourself a brief second to pout. This wasn't the ideal way to spend any evening. But as you begin to put away the dishes, the doorbell rings.

You pray that it's Keizo and that he was just hanging you out to dry for some fun, but when you look out of the peephole, you see Takeomi instead.

"Y/n," Takeomi chirps jovially. When he sees your face - no doubt long and drawn and disappointed - he takes off his silly sunglass and frowns. "Bad time?"

"Come on in," you offer, holding your arm out so he can enter.

"I was just stopping by to see if the big guy was here, but I see he's staying late." Takeomi sniffs. "Did you cook dinner?"

"It's going to go to waste, so--" Takeomi quickly pads into the kitchen and gives a small gasp.

"This looks amazing." Before you can chastise the older man for his lack of manners, he grabs a plate and begins to arrange it as he sees fit, making sure every single inch of the dish is covered in vegetables, meats, and rice.

"I'm starving," Takeomi admits sheepishly, and you wave him off, shaking your head. He sits at the breakfast bar and shovels down your food, humming in appreciation every so often. "Keizo's missin' out," he jokes with a full mouth. You watch him eat with a sense of pride - here's someone who came and actually enjoyed the food you made without even hesitating to ask if he was welcome to. And, for once, you admire that about Takeomi. Even if he is a money-grubbing, smug-faced, inept loser at times.

When all is said and done, you're both sitting on the floor and playing a card game while chowing down on brownies and drinking sake.

"Go fish," Takeomi exclaims triumphantly, but you just look at him in confusion.

"This isn't 'go fish'," you mutter. "It's Uno."

"Oh." Takeomi searches for the right word before declaring, "Uno!"

"Oh, good; the light's still on." Keizo pulls into the garage of the home with ease, then ambles out of his car, feeling sore. He pushes open the back door and sets his bags down on the kitchen table before looking over into the living room, where he expects to see you sitting on the couch, reading a book. When no one greets him, Keizo walks toward the room, expecting to find it empty. But there you are, passed out on the floor next to an empty bowl and bottle, cards strewn out on the floor in front of you, and... Takeomi?

You're both clothed, and by all accounts, it seems like Takeomi came over for dinner and games while he was away. No food is left on the stove - despite there being dishes in the sink - and something grabs at Keizo's heart like a fist grabbing a towel.

Something irrational flashes in Keizo's mind, but he opts to cool down in the bedroom before rousing his friend and kicking him out. But he can't calm down, not even with cold water splashing on his face. So he does what he intended to do before.

"Get the fuck up," Keizo grumbles, nudging Takeomi with his foot. Takeomi stirs but doesn't wake. Keizo grits his teeth and grabs his friend's face, smacking his cheeks a few times.

"Yeah, yeah," Takeomi slurs, sitting up slowly. "Got one more round in me." When Takeomi recognizes Keizo, he smiles widely. "Oh, hey, dude; didn't hear ya' come in th'--" Takeomi belches. "The door."

"You should go home."

"Nah, y/n told me I could sleep it off here on the couch or somethin'."

"I'll drive you back." Takeomi waves his hand dismissively.

"No, no," he urges Keizo, hiccuping. "I'll be fine in the morning; you'll see. I just--" Takeomi tries to stand, but he wobbles around drunkenly for a moment. Keizo wants to drag him by the collar to his car, push him into the passenger seat and speed off, but he knows that would be detrimental. He'd lose his cool.

"Sleep on th' couch." Takeomi barely makes it to the furnishing before he collapses face down. Keizo inhales deeply, then moves to grab you off of the floor and guide you towards the bedroom. As he's doing just that, you rouse a little, smacking your mouth.

"Is it late already?" You yawn. Keizo grunts once, shutting the bedroom door and guiding you to the bathroom. "Should take a shower..." You begin to undress, also barely making it into the shower, before you nod off again. Keizo joins you moments later, standing by as you press the soap to your chest and make lazy circles around your flesh.

Begrudgingly, Keizo helps you, only to soften his fingers against your body and remember that you're still his. Things were hard now, but they'd get better with time. He wouldn't have to work so much in the near future, and then you could spend time together as much as you wanted.

"You enjoy your evening with Takeomi?"

"Omi's nice," you murmur, and while it does make Keizo a little jealous that his friend came into his house, ate his food, and entertained his girl while he was away, maybe it was for the better. "We played cards."

"I saw that."

"He told me my cooking is good."

"I tell you your cooking is good all the time," Keizo replies, wrapping a towel around you. "Do you not believe me?"

"Dunno," you shrug, walking slowly towards the sink. Keizo deflates. No, this was no good. He tries to nuzzle your neck and give you a few reassuring kisses, but you pull away, rubbing lotion into your skin while he watches.

"You're upset with me." A statement, not a question.

"You're never home," you grumble, scrunching your face up. "It's always 'the gym', 'the clients', or 'training.' I feel... unimportant."

"You're very important to me," he offers.

"Well, I planned a nice dinner, and you stayed out late."

"I'm working on not doing that so much," Keizo whispers. "I'm sorry, I--"

"No," you shake your head quickly. "No, don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Say you're 'sorry,' and then do nothing to change it. I can't stand that." Now, you're trying to move past him, but Keizo stands in your way, blocking your escape.

"Baby," he coos, holding his arms out. But you bat them away and push past him. "Y/n, please--"

"I'm tired of being here and you being there." You pull out clothing haphazardly and shrug something on before tossing your towel to the floor. "Takeomi came over and for once, I felt so fucking relieved I didn't have to be home by myself another night."

There it is again.

Keizo's heart constricts.

"So, you'd rather have Takeomi, huh?" Your glare is relentless, but Keizo's nostrils flare, and the both of you begin a stand-off. "You'd rather have the guy who isn't giving you shit over me?"

"You're not meeting my emotional needs."

"This is all temporary," Keizo reminds you, but you toss your hands up, defeated.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. You're obviously not listening to me."

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't invite my friends over and get drunk with them." Your mouth opens once, twice, and then a third time before you snatch a pillow and a blanket off the bed.

"At least your friends don't assume I want to sleep with them," you toss back angrily, storming out of the bedroom. "I'm sleeping on the fucking couch."

Keizo wants to yell back something petty, but he feels his fists unclench and his previously tense body unwinds.

"Fuck," he whispers, collapsing on the bed face down. Sleep it off, he tells himself. Sleep the jealousy off and revisit the topic in the morning.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #keizo arashi #keizo arashi x reader #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine taking care of all the Beast pirate children with King

Author's note: I realized halfway through that I wrote King a little like an underappreciated and over worked housewife.

Eighteen years before the main storyline

Ulti: *four years old and climbing Kaido like a tree and is using his hair like a climbing rope*

Page One: *two years old, and is attempting to climb after Ulti*

Kaido: *snaps and yells* King! Get in here and get your brats!

King: *comes in from the other room wearing a small red apron, and holding a mop* Oh I'm so sorry Kaido-sama, Ulti! Get down from there. *Grabs Ultiand tries to pull her off*

Ulti: Nooo! I wanna reach the top! *holds on to Kaido's hair and kicks her legs to try and break free of King's grasp*

King: *pries her off with both hands* Do you know where Yamato and Jack are?

Kaido: *scoops Page one up off his knee and hands him to King* Last I heard they were having a fist fight under the sacred tree.

King: *groans* for fuck's sake, I just patched them up yesterday.

You: I'll help you patch them up again, and handle their dinner tonight.

King: oh really, thank you. That will give me time to finish the quarterly finance reports. Here you go, *hands you both kids and goes into his office*

You: *reaches out and yanks on Kaido's mustache*

Kaido: ow! What the fuck was that for?

You: You took these kids in when their dad died, and instead of taking responsibility and raising them. You dumped all four of your children on King, who is already overworked as it is and is ultimately a deeply traumatized man.

Kaido: Doesn't explain why you yanked on my stache.

You: because fuck you that's why, *walks out of the room*

Ulti: *flips Kaido off behind your back*

A week later at dinner

You: *wiping food from around Yamato's mouth*

King: *attempting to feed a very fussy Page One some fish*

Jack: *flips his eating tray because he was served grilled cactus*

You: *throws a dirty look at Kaido*

Kaido: *sighs and smacks Jack,* stop acting like a dickhead

You: Timeout for both of you.

Jack: *used to time out, so he goes and stands in the corner*

Kaido: What?

You: I'm putting you in time out, go stand in the corner and don't talk for five minutes while you reflect on what you did wrong.

Kaido: I've never done that and will never do that.

Five minutes later

Jack: *eating his dinner after he apologized*

Kaido: *still silently standing in the corner because he earned himself a fifteen-minute timeout*

King: *infinitely amused by Kaido being put in time out*

Yamato: *sticks his tongue out at his father's back*

You and King: Behave, young man.

Yamato: sorry

You: *ruffles Yamato's hair*

King: *smirks at you*

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

do u have any cute kevjean moments in mafia restaurant…. thank you 🥹 - dayurno

WIP Wednesday (10/11) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 32)

“Hey, do you remember the time we— Ow, fuck,” Kevin’s fork hits the ground with a clank and when Neil looks up, his hand is trembling. Jean shoves his plate onto the counter, then takes Kevin’s hand to rub it between both of his. 

Under his breath, he mutters, “Every day I wish I had killed him myself, I wish—”

“It’s not that bad,” Kevin says, trying to contain a grimace.

Jean’s nostrils flare as he exhales. “It is. Where’s your brace, is it in the car?”

“It’s— I didn’t bring it. I didn’t think I would need it today.” Kevin sucks air through his teeth. “It was fine this morning.”

Jean fishes in his pocket and tosses a set of keys at Neil’s head. He avoids getting his eyes gouged out, catching them in his fist instead. “Neil, go grab the Ibuprofen for me, would you? It’s in the console.”

“Yeah.” Neil sets his plate down and Kevin starts to protest.

“It’s not that bad. Really—”

“The last time you said that it got worse and you couldn’t even pick up a pen for two days.” Jean snaps, continuing to hold his boyfriend’s hand between his. Kevin freezes at his tone and Jean swallows, then raggedly whispers, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just— I can’t go back and stop it from happening, but I refuse to let him keep hurting you.”

Neil pauses by the door to watch Kevin’s face morph into something between grief and adoration. 

“It’s alright,” he whispers.

“Are you going or not?” Jean directs at Neil. And Neil all but jumps out the door and rushes to the car. He unlocks it and digs through the console until he finds a packet of painkillers, then brings it back into the kitchen with him. He puts it in Jean’s waiting hand. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Does heat still help? I can try to— We could put a dish towel in the oven or something,” Neil suggests. He’s about to do such when he hears a voice from the dining area.

“Oh, Falscher Kellner? Are you still here?”

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#i've gotta be honest i had no idea what the next part was gonna be but holy shit i started thinking and got super emo because kevin's hand #probably hurts on and off for like the rest of his life? like he's got arthritis probably and shit like that but jean takes care of him wah #anywayyy yes here you are <3 #aftg #andreil #kevjean #Mafia Restaurant AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️ #answered #marianjos #dayurno

[obesericewrites]

Just in the last ask, how about instead they see MC in their kid who had grew up years after MC’s death who laughed and smiled just like MC and mistaken them as MC.

Pain. This is near baby au territory.

M: It was so calm. M was teaching the children how to properly gut a fish when Dawn started messing with them. Poking fun at how the kids cutting was wonky, which made them quick to jab back at her by saying she didn’t remove all the guts. It stated an argument.

���Your just mad that I can actually touch my fishes guts! Look at you, can barely see the inside with your cutting!”

“Oh, I’ll show you guts.”

“Kids…” They warn….a second to late.

Fish guts begin to fly, Dawn shrieks as they smack her right in the face. Gagging immediately when they land in her mouth, she nearly puts her whole head under the river water in order to clean her mouth out.

M is about to halfheartedly scold their other child when they laugh. Loud and filled with glee that it nearly killed them. For just a beat…they saw you sitting across the water from them. But just as soon as they came to the realization; you’re gone. The child’s attention was lucky enough to be aimed at Dawn.

They clear their throat and focus on their own fish as the two children bicker. The sound would usually be a domestic comfort ….but the couldn’t focus. Their eyes blank and hands trembling.

They feel so…helpless with their feelings. They miss you. They miss you and want you back so you can help them with the kids. Both of your kids.

“Baba…are you… okay?”

They blink a bit, startled and glance back at the two kids. Who had simmered down and settled for just shoving and pulling each others hair. They miss you….but they have something else to focus on now. “I’m fine. Here, lemme finish your fish.”

S: It was one of the rare occasions where S was taking the kid into the guild to interact with them. As it was beginning to rain outside, they had nothing else to do. They faked regret when their aunts and uncles came over and started telling tales about S’s mistakes in their younger years. S pinched the bridge of their nose when their uncle began to tell their most embarrassing story.

“No way! They didn’t!!”

“They definitely did! The poor bastard was stuck in a trap for hours and refused anyones help. Spend half the night up there until they finally accepted my help! Even then they complained.”

S is just about to interrupt their uncle with a sharp comment until their kid laughed. It made their face drop when the noise turned into a familiar jingle. The way they threw their head back, the small crooked grin when the laughter died down.

They saw you. Just for a moment, they saw you sitting across from them. Before they can even blink, your gone and the kid is back. Staring at them with a look of pure confusion. “I…I need a minute. I’ll be right back kid.” They say blankly, forcing a shaky smirk. Sending their family a look which they returned with a knowing nod.

S nearly ran out of the guild, stumbling to the ground outside. Gasping for air with their fingers digging into the ground. “..fuck!” They curse, slamming their fist into the ground. They relished in the pain it caused and did it again. And again. And again. The did it until they couldn’t feel their hand anymore.

They needed to stop thinking of…you. You’re gone. They have to be strong enough to cage those emotions and keep them their so they can be together for the kid. …..Your kid.

S inhales for a long moment, holding it their for a second. Before exhaling loudly, squeezing their eyes shut. Ignoring the tears that welled in their eyes, they whipped their eyes as they got to their feet. Turning around they freeze a bit at the sight of their sister in front of them.

Her eyes filled with… not pity. No, it was something that made their heart clench, understanding. “The aunties and uncles are keeping your kid busy. Let’s go get a drink.”

S needs a damn drink.

B: It was storming. It was the perfect weather for some sweet pies and a cup of tea. They cut a small slice of pie and bring it towards the small lump covered in blankets on their couch. They hold the plate above the small hole and watch as two grabby hands emerge from the darkness.

“Sit up, honey. It’s bad to slouch.” They scold, placing the plate on the small table in front of the couch and move to grab one of the two cups filled with steamy tea.

When they look back, the kid is sitting their in the middle of the blankets. Looking very much like a horsefly. They tell them so blankly.

It earns a quick laugh….that leaves them frozen. The cup they were going to bring to their lips hovering just before the contact.

They saw…you. For just a second and nothing more. It reminded them of how you sounded when Mr. Jaha would tease B or yourself. Just as that thought came to them, so did their senses. They shake their head sharply and blink down at their cup for a moment.

“I-!” The begin, only to abruptly pause when their voice comes out raw and hoarse. “Sorry, how do you like your pie, honey?”

As they start a painfully slow conversation, they have never felt more grateful that their child was able to pick up the sudden change in their attitude. Wait….their child. They were your child as well. They can’t forget that. Never. They will raise this child with the attitude you would have held in this situation.

“A…are you okay?”

“I’m fine, honey. C’mer…let me tell you how I met your other parent.”

#s ask #m ask #ro ask #b ask #does this qualify as dead baby au?? #fuck it #dead baby au

[salemwritesstuff]

making out with marijuana

pairing: eddie munson and reader

pronouns: they/them

warnings: use of marijuana, making out under the influence

desc: you and eddie light one up.

w.c: 828

i knock on the door, rocking back and forth on my feet. after a short while, i knock again.

did he forget i was coming today? i hum at the thought, lifting my fist to knock again. before i can, the door swings open.

"sorry, sweetheart." eddie munson laughs, the ends of his hair dripping with water. "just got out of the shower."

i look him up and down, slowly. "i see that." i point to his naked torso. "you forgot a shirt."

he laughs again, moving aside so i can step inside. i do so, the door shutting behind me. "what, first time seeing someone shirtless?"

"no." i respond. "i see myself shirtless all the time."

"i'm sure you do, sweetheart." he moves past me, sitting on the couch. laid out on the table in front of him is his layout: rolling paper, a grinder, a lighter, and a small plastic bag of marijuana. he motions to the cushion next to him.

"don't be shy, now," he smiles gently. "i don't bite."

i roll my eyes, making my way to sit next to him. he reaches forward, grabbing the plastic bag.

"first time?" he asks, grabbing the grinder and putting a gram of marijuana inside, screwing the lid on and twisting a few times.

"guess." i say, pulling a leg underneath me.

"yes?" he guesses. i shake my head. "well, i tried." he laughs, unscrewing the top of the grinder.

"and failed." i add, grinning lightly, watching as he fishes a piece of rolling paper from its box. sprinkling the now ground up marijuana on the end of the paper, he rolls it up slowly. finishing, he sets the grinder aside, puts the joint to my lips, and reaches for the lighter.

"you first, eddie." i protest, leaning away. "the host is always first."

eddie laughs lightly, shaking his head. "you won't explode if you go first."

"i know, but--" he puts the joint to my lips, scooting closer to me.

"my home, my rules." he flicks the lighter open, lifting the flame to the joint. "and my rule is that the guests go first. always." a sizzling noise forms, eddie's eyes meeting mine. "puff."

i give in, finally taking a long drag from the joint. my eyes flicker closed, my body starting to relax. i pull away, blowing out leftover smoke, watching as he puts the joint to his lips, puffing. he leans against the sofa, tilting his head back, letting smoke escape his mouth into the air.

me and eddie pass the joint until it's halfway gone, heads fuzzy and body heavy. he puts the joint out, setting it in a tray.

i'm staring up at the ceiling, half daydreaming, when eddie says,

"you're so fuckin' stunning."

i flinch, jerking my head toward him with a wince. "fuck, that hurt." i rub my neck.

"are you okay?" he asks.

"are you?" i respond.

"what do you mean?" he answers, confused.

"your staring problem. and what you said, about me being..." i trail off, getting lost in thought.

"well, it's said that the eyes are attracted to beautiful things..." he murmurs, reaching his hand up and tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

"you're just saying that 'cause you're stoned." i mutter, admiring his face. fuck, he's gorgeous.

"look who has a staring problem now." he teases, smirking.

"oh, so you can stare at me, but i can't admire you?" i raise an eyebrow. he chuckles, cupping my chin. leaning down, his breath tickling my ear, he whispers, "i'm teasing, sweetheart."

my face feels hot as i shiver, clearing my throat. "shut up, i know that."

he leans away from me, but doesn't stop looking at me. i look away from him, finding interest in his hands instead.

a few moments pass before he says, "wanna make out?" i look at him, my face hotter than it had been when he whispered in my ear.

"pardon?" i say, and he grins. he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against him.

"d'you wanna make out?" he repeats, staring at my lips.

i clear my throat, unable to form coherent words, so instead, i nod.

"use your words, sweetheart." he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. "i need to hear you say it."

i whine, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "please, eddie."

that was all he needed before he kissed me, tugging me onto his thigh. i wrap my arms around his shoulders, grabbing the cushions.

minutes pass and i'm on my back, eddie kissing up and down my neck. my hands are in his hair, tugging anytime he finds a very sensitive spot. he pulls my hips against himself, moaning lightly.

"can i mark you?" he asks against my shoulder.

"please." my head falls back as he sucks on the spot just below my earlobe, running his hands up the small of my back. pulling away, he grins.

"so damn gorgeous."

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[sucktacular]

Let me give you an ask I know you'll love. Top 5 moments from death note, any version including light novels is 👌🏼

OKay this is SO late because I wasn't using my desktop for a hot second and mobile doesn't like to tell me about inbox messages, but I also didn't check so that's my bad! <3 But both of y'all asking about top 5 death note momence has me so <3 <3 <3 ; w ;

Okay so I will preface this with: it has been a very hot minute since I read LABB so as much as I'm obsessed with it entirely, I probably forgot some very good moments. u_u These are gonna be silly moments cuz I like the funnies.

Starting at number 5 and going to my favorite moment:

5. The entire time Light is under house surveillance. From the weirdly conservative and leisurely skimming of lingerie mags to look like an average, regular teen (not believable). To the famous "I'll take a potato chip... heh... AND EAT IT!" scene. Classic.

4. I think it's like 1 week max since Light had got the Death Note. Lind L. Taylor shows up on tv and Light is like ??. He introduces himself as "L", says I have a pretty good idea of why you're doing this, but "what you are doing... is evil!". And Light IMMEDIATELY is like oh FUCK this guys ENTIRE life. DIE! Which also outs his location like entirely, LOL. Idk it's just very funny to me. Anti-kira? CANCELLED... LIVE!!!

3. Light and L's fist fight(s). Love watching these homophobic gays fight each other with their bare hands and get knocked around because they're chained together. They clearly love it too and I wish they'd get their hands dirty a bit more often instead of just always using their massive brains to have dirty brain sex.

2. From the LABB Murder Cases, Chapter 5, Page 117-119: A very close second favorite part of mine is when Naomi comes up from the kitchen at a crime scene with some coffee on a tray for her and Rue Ryuzaki (private detective and Freak). She opens the door and askes if he found any more clues and then notices he's just laying in the middle of the room, flat on his back, arms and legs sprawled out like a star fish. She's frozen looking at this dude and then repeats the question and is kinda worried he's gonna start crawling around with his back arched like in some horror movie (ps. For context: she found this guy at a crime scene when she looked under the bed and he crawled out from under it (hes a seasoned on-all-fours crawler), and ate a jar of jam with his bare hands for lunch. amongst... other things. so she's already going THROUGH it with this dude). He doesn't respond and shes like uhm? and he says "I'm a corpse." "Hunh??" "I have become a corpse. I cannot answer. I am dead." She's bewildered but just accepts it and ponders how to get around this dude so she can put the coffee tray down. She eventually goes to jump over him but completely fucks it and steps, in boots, right on his gut. In an attempt to catch her balance and not spill the hot coffee on him and everywhere she puts her entire weight on him." "Gah!" said the corpse." "S-sorry!" she remarks and then they carry on. I'd give anything to be a fly on the wall with these two.

From the LABB Murder Cases, Chapter 2, Page 55-56: My favorite part of the book (tho honestly there are so many so don't quote me on that lol) is when Naomi goes into the bathroom to speak to L on the phone about the case at hand. She reports that a strange private detective is there helping her. To which L asks point blank: "Is he cool?" and shes like.... what? and he repeats the question and she's still unsure how to answer such a question, but lays it on THICK. She's dead honest and is like this guy SUCKS, he's quite honestly a PATHETIC FREAK and a WEIRDO "and I'm surprised he hasn't killed himself yet". I'm crying! She said that!! There is silence and L changes the subject back to the case. BUT the best part is she leaves the bathroom to go back to investigating and the "freak" in question (Rue Ryuzaki) is standing right there and was most likely eaves dropping on the whole conversation she just had. The whole scene has me hollering entirely and I think about this art done by @/ekmeko everyday. Link

#sucktacular sucks #suicide #ask #long post #death note #labb #death note spoilers #labb spoilers #spoilers #beyond birthday #frankly there's so many very good genuine moments in Death Note but I'm a sucker for the sillies #i would absolutely love hearing everyones favorite moment(s) in the comments if you wanna add! >:3c

[ztarvokwrites]

a/n: oh shit oh fuck i'm back! hi! it's been a long ass while hehe!!! hope you're all doing well and have had a wonderful - if not, pleasant holiday! first of all, i apologise for leaving so suddenly. i was hit with major writers' block after i tried to finish the starmeppo fic and just... couldn't. but, i'm back!! well, idk how long for, but i am back!! i'm gonna try and slowly start posting again. basically i'll just post whenever i finish a fic that i have/had creativity for and maybe dip again lmao. anywho... enjoy this very late festive fic!

warnings: NSFW FOR LIKE A PARAGRAPH SO MDI! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MDI!!! and also just a bunch of sweetness hehe

synopsis: galdino has a surprise for his beloved this christmas season ❤️

word count: 4,654 (this took me WEEKS cos of procrastination and writers block lmao enjoy)

Snow fell upon the deck of The Big Top as the crew had approached the nearest festive island for a much needed vacation - although, it took a lot of bribing from Galdino for Buggy to agree.

“Why do you want to go there so badly anyway? That place isn’t very flashy, y’know.” He snorted as Galdino crossed his arms. Buggy’s finger tapped on his desk as he impatiently waited for an answer, watching as Galdino seemed to hesitate his response. His expression turned to a soft scowl as he watched his mouth open and close like a fish on land. With a grit of his teeth, Buggy slammed his fist down on the desk, making Galdino jump.

“WILL YOU JUST TELL ME ALREADY INSTEAD OF WASTING MY DAMN TIME?!”

“WILL YOU SHUT IT?! I’m trying to find a way to tell you privately and this-” Galdino responded, looking around to see Cabaji standing by the door, eyes closed and arms crossed as he leant against the wall. “Isn’t very private.”

Buggy cocked a brow, confused as to why he was now sweating and very curious as to why he wanted to tell him the reason in private. He sighed, throwing a pen at Cabaji to get his attention. How the unicyclist napped through the yelling was beyond him.

“Out.” Demanded his Captain, to which - although as confused as Cabaji was - he complied, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Galdino leant back in the chair he was sitting on with a sigh as he thanked his superior. Buggy did the same - minus the thanking - and crossed his arms, a deep frown on his painted lips.

“Well?” Questioned the Clown. “Why do you want to go to this specific island so desperately?”

“Well, Christmas is coming up in a few weeks,” Began Galdino, making Buggy’s eyes roll. “And I thought it’d be nice to surprise Rose with her gift.” Buggy’s eyes perked up a bit with interest. He leant forward with a brow raised, completely confused and intrigued.

“‘Surprise Rose’? What gift?” Quizzed the man, elbows now on the desk as he narrowed his eyes at the Wax Man, who began to sweat a little bit harder. “Just what are you going to give to her that’s so surprising?”

Cabaji only heard muffled voices for a bit, so he closed his eyes again, fully prepared to fall asleep at the door once more, until a loud shriek made him fall flat on his face.

“YOU’RE GOING TO WHAT?!”

“I SAID SHUT UP!!” Galdino yelled back, hands giving the arm rests of the chair a death grip as Buggy immediately quietened down, a grin wide on his painted face. Galdino did not like that look. Buggy rested his cheek on the palm of his gloved hand, still grinning.

“So, Romeo,” Buggy slightly mocked. Oh God. “What’s your plan, hmm?” Galdino sucked his teeth, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms as he glared softly at him.

“There’s no way in Hell I am going to tell you.” He responded, making Buggy feign offense.

“What?! Why not?!” Shrieked Buggy, again.

“Because you’ll ruin what I have planned again,” Galdino bluntly spoke, eyebrows furrowing. “You ruined our last date, remember? And that was almost three months ago. We haven’t had a proper date in 3. Damn. Months, Buggy.”

“Alright, alright,” Buggy sighed, putting his hands up in defense. “I promise I won’t foil your plan this time… Now, tell me? Pretty please?”

“Ugh,” Galdino cringed as the Clown batted his eyelashes at him. “Fine! Just, stop that and listen. Before I start, I do not want you telling everyone here about my plan. I’d rather be dead than have Rose find out about what I’m going to do.”

Buggy nodded and listened closely as Galdino began, telling him his plan in a hushed voice.

Outside, Roseanne shivered. Despite being in one of Galdino’s thick-as-fuck coats, she couldn’t help but shiver. Alvida stood beside her in one of her own thick coats, however she wasn’t shivering at all. The taller woman sighed.

“Why the Hell are you shivering? You’ve got a coat on.” Alvida remarked, making Roseanne shoot a glare at her.

“Shut up. I’m more used to warmer climates, okay?” The shorter woman argued, teeth chattering and cheeks rosy.

“Darling,” Called Galdino, making the two women turn towards him. Roseanne briefly glared at Alvida as Galdino deadpanned as he made his way over to them. “I didn’t mean you.” Alvida tutted and rolled her eyes.

“Charming.” She spat before walking away. Galdino sighed, watching her leave before turning to his dear with a soft smile. He chuckled a little as she shivered.

“Still cold, my Dear?” He rhetorically asked. Roseanne shot him a glare.

“The fuck do you think?” Spat Roseanne, making him flinch a little before shivering himself. He cleared his throat before taking one of her hands in his and bringing it up to his lips, placing a kiss to the back of her palm. Roseanne felt her cheeks become warm as he smiled at her, his other arm wrapping around her.

“Let’s go inside for now, hm? We’ll be arriving at our destination fairly soon.” Galdino spoke as they walked together to their shared quarters. Roseanne blinked, leaning into him a little more as they walked.

“Hey, why are we even going to that winter island?” She asked as they entered the room. Galdino took the coat off for her and hung it up before leading her to sit down on the two-seated couch, sitting down beside her. Heat rose to her cheeks once more as his hand rested on her thigh.

“Buggy said the island always had - and I quote - “flashy parties”. We basically have no choice.” Galdino quickly explained, his thumb gently caressing her thigh, making her squirm a little. Roseanne sighed, trying to keep her cool.

“That’s just great. Let me guess; he’s not gonna give us five minutes to ourselves?”

“He has now.”

“I’msorrywhat?”

“I said,” Galdino spoke, his hand now resting on her inner thigh as his other hand cupped her cheek, making her face him. She could see a glint of something in his eyes that made her heart race and heat pool between her legs. “He has now.”

Roseanne’s face turned red and before she knew it, she had already leant in and pressed her lips to his. Fireworks went off in her belly as he kissed back with such vigor and passion, his hands now gripping her waist as her arms wrapped around his neck. It had been so long since they actually spent time together like this, she almost forgot what it felt like. Galdino took this opportunity to hoist her onto his lap before laying her down on the couch, breaking the kiss briefly to speak.

“He’s promised me he’d leave us alone for a while,” He began, his hands caressing her thighs. A smirk painted his lips as she blushed, the contact making her squirm. “So,” One of his hands moved to slide down one of his suspender straps. “Shall we, my Princess~?”

“Shut the fuck up and touch me already.”

“As you wish.”

Alvida knocked on the door to Buggy’s office, a gruff voice telling her to come in made her enter.

“Any clue as to why the Waxman is all perky today?” Questioned the lady, sitting down on one of the bean bags that Buggy insisted he is to have in his office. Buggy kept his lips closed, persing them. Alvida raised a brow. “You’re keeping secrets now? You and your big mouth?”

“THE FUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY NOSE-” Buggy stopped yelling as they both heard muffled music coming from a certain couples’ quarters. Alvida and Buggy shared a confused look before they heard some soft moans, the two of them looking away from each other awkwardly.

“Well,” Spoke Alvida. “That answers my question.”

“Three told me to leave them alone when we get to the island.” Buggy suddenly explained, making Alvida raise a brow.

“Oh? Why? And why are we even going to that island?” She asked. Buggy sighed, looking her dead in the eyes.

“If I tell you, you must promise to not tell Roseanne or the others. I know for a fact that if you tell them, the crew would tell her.”

“Just tell me already.”

Clearing his throat. Buggy leaned in and told her. Alvida’s eyes widened and she began to smile.

“Are you serious?? Can… Can they even do that? I mean, we’re all Pirates.” She asked. Buggy smirked.

“I said I’d deal with it. All we need to do is find a priest and-”

“Force him to work with us?” Alvida guessed. Buggy chuckled.

“Exactly!”

Silence overcame them both as the soft moans from the quarters became a little bit louder. Alvida rolled her eyes as Buggy grimaced.

“Should we tell them to keep it down?” Asked Alvida. Buggy shook his head, standing up.

“Let them have some flashy fun and try to ignore it. I’m gonna go and see how close we are to the island-”

“CAPTAIN BUGGY!” One of Buggy’s lackeys burst through the door, making them jump. “WE’RE ABOUT TO REACH THE ISLAND!”

“Excellent,” Exclaimed the Clown with a big grin. “How long until we reach the shore?”

“About 2 hours, Sir! Also, should we go and tell Brother 3 and Sister Rose?” Asked the lackey. Buggy shook his head.

“I’ll tell them when they’re done.”

Rose’s legs shook ever so slightly, the feeling of his cock finally releasing deep inside of her making her quiver, his cum leaking out of her occupied hole. Galdino’s lips detached from her neck, his breath hot and heavy against her skin as he rested his head on her shoulder. He groaned as he felt her walls clench around his shaft, her pussy milking him for all he’s got. And he smiled at this. He’s certainly missed this feeling.

Lifting his head, the couple met eyes; her tired red irises meeting his own. He smiled down at her as she caught her breath. She truly looked like a rose in his eyes. His gorgeous, beautiful Rose. Without saying a word, he captured her lips in a long, soft kiss in which she returned tiredly. Galdino pulled away to look at her flushed face, a soft smile gracing her pretty features. He felt like he was falling in love with her all over again - like he had just met her for the first time. The Waxman gently pushed some hair out of her face and mouth, her bangs moving in her eyes.

“Ow…” She mumbled, blinking in an attempt to get the hair out of her eyes. Galdino chuckled, pushing her bangs out of the way so her forehead was visible. When she opened her eyes again, she softly chuckled. Galdino’s eyes softened before he leant down and began to pepper her face in kisses, making her all giggly. Rose’s giggles turned to laughter when his stubble tickled her skin. Galdino chuckled with her, planting kisses anywhere he could while whispering words of praise.

“So cute, my Rose.” He murmured. Rose’s face grew warm.

“With the prettiest eyes,” He kissed her eyelids, causing her to giggle. “And the prettiest laugh.” He kissed her nose and chin, making her smile. Galdino looked at her, completely smitten as his eyes darted to her shy grin. He sighed, lovestruck.

“And the prettiest-”

“THREE!”

“HOLYFUCKINGSHITGETOUT!!” Galdino screeched, quickly covering up both of their naked bodies with a blanket and holding Roseanne in his arms tightly, shielding her from the intruders’ line of sight. He glared at them, noticing their striking blue hair and big red nose immediately.

Buggy’s eyes went wide, blinking in some form of shock before he shook his head and grinned.

“We’re about to reach land!” He exclaimed, a big grin on his face. Galdino narrowed his eyes, pissed off.

“GET. OUT.” He spat through his teeth as he held Rose closer to him. Buggy threw his hands up in defense.

“Hey, tell me to get out again and I won’t give you two alone time-” Wax was thrown at him. “AHH! OKAY OKAY! I’m leaving! Just, come out when you’re ready, okay?! God…” Buggy grumbled before swiftly leaving, closing the door. Galdino grumbled, gently placing Rose back on the bed with a soft apology.

“He didn’t see much, did he?” Roseanne softly asked, a harsh blush on her cheeks. Galdino shook his head.

“Don’t worry, my Love. I didn’t let him,” He reassured her, gently stroking her face with the backs of his fingers. “Did you hear that, though? We’re going to be arriving at the island soon.”

“I still don’t get why he wanted to come here. And how come you’re so excited all of a sudden?” Roseanne asked, kissing the palm of his hand. Galdino couldn’t help but internally swoon at the contact.

“Because he’s finally going to leave us alone for a while? Besides, I’m going to give you the best day of your life.” He promised with a grin. Roseanne cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh? But you already give me the best days of my life. What could make this one so special?” She innocently asked, hands reaching up to run her fingers through his long, black hair. Galdino blushed, both at the contact and her words, before he smiled, pecking her lips.

“You’ll see,” He pecked her lips again before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Now, get cleaned and dressed before Buggy barges in again. And make sure to wrap up warm,” He continued as Rose did the same. He stood up, walking to the bathroom. “I’ll turn on the shower while you pick out the best outfit you can find,” Roseanne walked up to him, legs wobbling a little as she looked at him in confusion. He turned to her, grinning. “I’m going to spoil you, my Dearest.”

Roseanne blushed as he pecked her lips again before heading into the bathroom. A giddy smile creeped up onto her lips as she immediately rushed over to her closet. A few minutes passed and her outfit was chosen, the couple had just gotten out of the shower and had begun to dry themselves off and get dressed.

“Want me to help you, my dear?”

“No thanks, Galdi,” Spoke Rose, blushing a little as his hands rested on her shoulders. “I’ve got it.”

Bangs were heard at the door and the couple were told to “hurry the fuck up”, so they did. Once they stepped on deck, Roseanne gasped. The winter island they had docked on had been decorated head to toe in multicolored lights and various festive decorations. Galdino’s gloved hand rested on the small of her back.

“Come on, my Love,” He mumbled, kissing the top of her head as she zipped up her coat. “We have a special room waiting just for us.”

“You said that last time and it was literally just a wax house in the middle of nowhere.” Roseanne spoke as they both got off of the ship. Galdino frowned a little.

“Yes, but you know why it was there.” He responded, smirking ever so slightly. Rose blushed profusely, mumbling for him to shut up as they made their way to a hotel. She raised a brow. The place was surely fancy, which was odd considering they were pirates and all. As soon as they got in and walked up to the reception desk, the receptionist behind the counter gasped, her face going pale.

“Y-You’re pira-”

“We’ll pay you to keep quiet.” Galdino interrupted, pulling out a small bag of berries and placing it on the desk, effectively making the receptionist shut up. She pursed her lips.

“...How much?”

“One hundred thousand. Take it or leave it.”

“...Here’s your key. Enjoy your stay!” The receptionist beamed, handing Galdino a room key, to which he thanked her before holding Roseanne’s hand and making their way to their hotel room.

“...What the fuck just happened?” She asked, completely confused. Galdino squeezed her hand with a smile.

“Just some basic negotiation, my Dear.” He spoke, unlocking the door to their room and leading her inside. To her surprise, all their luggage was already inside, however the balcony door was wide open and she saw a hand flying away. Galdino groaned softly.

“I told him to leave us alone for tonight…”

“What was that?” Roseanne asked, a small smirk on her lips. Galdino panicked a little.

“I- A-At least that saves us from doing it ourselves!” He spoke with a chuckle. That certainly was not what he said, but since he was treating her, she didn’t say a word. He then cleared his throat, wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled down at her. She looked up at him, confused.

“How about we do some sight-seeing, hm?” Galdino suggested.

“Okay, but,” Roseanne began, wrapping her arms around his neck. “What’s there to see?” Galdino just shrugged, making her pout.

“Awh, don’t make that face, my Love,” He spoke, kissing her lips. “It’ll be our own little adventure. How about it?” Roseanne hummed, seemingly thinking before nodding.

Time seemed to fly as the two wandered around the island, Roseanne’s eyes glistening with wonder as they looked at all the festive decorations and structures. Galdino couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he watched her point to things excitedly with a child-like grin. Then, they reached a ferris wheel. Roseanne pointed to it and turned to her tall boyfriend, a big grin on her face.

“Can we?” She asked, voice full of excitement. “I bet the view is beautiful from up there!” She sighed before her stomach grumbled loudly, making her embarrassed. Galdino laughed a little.

“Maybe after some food, eh? Come, let’s take you somewhere special, my Rose.” He spoke, linking their arms together and walking towards a nearby restaurant. Roseanne got nervous; this place looked fancy! But, before she could suggest someplace else, Galdino had already led her inside. The man at the front desk was the same as the lady from the hotel; scared. But after some negotiation, he took them to a table for two in the corner of the restaurant.

Roseanne didn’t want to ask anymore questions, she was just happy that they’ve got some time alone for once, albeit in a strange way. They had both been looking forward to something like this for months and she was glad they got it. As they ate, they talked; mainly about how grateful they both were to get away from the crew for a while.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Began Roseanne as she ate her pasta. Galdino raised a brow. “How did you manage to get Buggy and all his… Delusional followers to leave us alone? I haven’t seen them or heard from them all day.” Galdino couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at this, her main question was about Buggy? His heart stung a little.

“Simple, I bribed him.” He answered, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Roseanne hummed, eyes narrowing.

“With what?”

“Treasure.”

“Please tell me you didn’t give him any of our share, Galdino.” Roseanne pleaded. Galdino sighed, clearing his throat.

“No, I told him that if he left us alone for tonight, I’d find some treasure for him.” A lie. A simple lie was all it took for Roseanne to make a noise of understanding.

“Oh. Okay, then. And what about the crew?”

Galdino deadpanned at her question, getting rather annoyed and Roseanne mumbled an apology. The man shook his head with a small smile, his free hand reaching out and gently holding her own, his thumb running over her knuckles. They continued to eat and talk, Galdino giving Rose the occasional compliment and sweet words to make her blush. Once they ate all their food and left a tip, they left for the ferris wheel that Roseanne had pointed to earlier.

On board their little pod, the wheel began to slowly move. Roseanne was giddy with excitement. Galdino was sweating with nervousness. He had to keep it together until they reached the top. He had to. A gasp left her mouth as they finally reached the top. But it wasn’t a gasp of awe.

“The Marines are here.” She stated, making Galdino whip his head to the direction she was looking. He swallowed, cursing under his breath.

“We need to leave,” He spoke, making a bat out of wax and breaking a window. Roseanne nodded and took his hand before jumping out of the window with him. They landed on the soft snow and began to run towards the hotel, only to be stopped by the Marines. Hands through up into the air as guns were pointed at them.

“Stay right where you are and don’t move a muscle!”

Roseanne and Galdino briefly glanced at each other. Poor Galdino looked stressed while Roseanne looked like she was about to kill them all. Maniacal laughter made them jump.

“Captain Buggy has come to save the day!” Buggy screeched as two hands lifted the couple up by the hands and began to fly them back to the ship as some of their crewmates began to fight off the Marines. Roseanne scoffed.

“Why aren’t we down there kicking some ass?!” She exclaimed. Their feet hit the deck of The Big Top as Buggy dropped them. The Captain growled, agitated.

“Because if you were to die then Loverboy over here won’t be able to marry you-!” Galdino’s hand clasped over his painted mouth as he glared daggers at his superior.

“SHUT. UP.” He warned as Roseanne looked at them both with confusion written all over her face. Galdino turned to her and sighed, releasing Buggy’s mouth from his grip.

“Uhm,” Roseanne began, putting a hand on her hip. “What’s he on about?” She asked, now crossing her arms. Galdino sighed again, clearing his throat as he slowly walked up to her, getting something out of his back pocket.

“I was going to ask you this on the ferris wheel, but now that someone has ruined the surprise, I suppose I must ask you this now.” He spoke, shooting a glare at Buggy before turning back to Rose and getting down on one knee. Time seemed to slow. Roseanne’s heart rate slowed as she watched him take out the little black box and open it, presenting the most gorgeous diamond ring she had ever seen. Little Rubies encircled around the Diamond on the golden band and the shimmer the gems made were almost magical. Her hands clasped over her mouth as it opened in shock, eyes welling up with tears.

“Roseanne, you make me happy that I wake up every single day. Even when Buggy screams at me to get up when everyone else is sleeping, I take one look at you and I know that I’m going to have a good day, no matter how miserable it is,” Galdino began, his heart racing a mile a minute as he began to sweat. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He was far too nervous for this. “Granted, we didn’t get along at the beginning, but as time progressed, I felt myself falling deeper in love with you. You are the most perfect, most talented woman I have ever laid my eyes on and I cannot believe that I am with you,” His voice cracked a little bit, yet he continued. He had to. “Roseanne, every single day, I can’t stop thinking about you. About us. My Love, I- I…” He trailed off, seemingly lost for words before he sharply inhaled through his teeth. He was melting at this point. “Will you marry me, my dear Rose?”

He did it. He finally did it. Buggy held his breath. Galdino watched her reaction carefully through his glasses.

Roseanne couldn’t move, the heat rushing to her face made it hard to do so. Was he serious?

“... Are…” She began, muffled behind her hands. “A-Are you serious? Y-You wanna marry someone like me?” She was shocked.

Galdino slowly nodded, bringing his arm down a little, thinking he was going to get rejected.

“...S…” Rose whispered. Galdino straightened up, looking at her with confusion and shock. “...Y-Yes… Yes! YES!! A MILLION TIMES YES!!!” Roseanne exclaimed, tackling him to the ground in a hug with tears streaming freely down her face. Once Galdino caught his breath, he grinned, tears in his eyes and heart full of relief. Roseanne pulled away just enough for her lover to put the ring on her finger. When he did, he kissed her finger before looking deep into her eyes and kissing her, holding her face with both hands before they pulled away, Roseanne giggling to herself as they caught their breath.

Applause from all around them alerted them to their surroundings, they both looked around to see that the entire crew had boarded the ship and the anchor had been lifted. They were now sailing away from the island and trying to get away from the Marines, who were hot on their tail.

“CONGRATULATIONS, BROTHER 3!”

“I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU, SISTER ROSE!! I’M GONNA CRY!!!”

Roseanne chuckled before standing up, wiping away her tears as Galdino stood up, too - a soft scowl on his face. He pointed to the Marines that were now shooting at the ship.

“DON’T YOU SEE THERE’S A FLOCK OF MARINES CHASING US?!” He exclaimed before sighing, rubbing his temples. Roseanne placed a hand on his arm, grabbing his attention. His face immediately softened as she smiled brightly up at him before walking away. He watched as she faced the Marines - a canon coming their way making him panic.

“Rose…?”

“Don’t worry, my Love,” She spoke, looking at him over her shoulder with a sweet smile. Her hand felt under her coat and grabbed out a leaded microphone. She turned back and grinned. “I’ll be fine.” With a spin of the cord and a swing, the cord wrapped around the cannonball. Using all of her strength, she pulled the cannonball towards her before swinging it around and around until she finally let it out of the cords’ grip; the cannonball flew back towards the Marines’ ship, hitting its side successfully. Although dizzy, she stood strong, reclaiming her microphone and grinning victoriously as her crewmates cheered. Galdino stared at his girlfriend- no- fiancé, jaw slack in shock and awe.

“Buggy,” Rose called. Buggy snorted, eyes wide and mouth in a thin line. To say he was shocked was an understatement. “Let’s get outta here, yeah?” Buggy just nodded, snapping out of it and ordering his men to do whatever it takes to get away from the Marines. Roseanne’s legs felt like jelly as she suddenly began to stumble. Galdino was quick to catch her just before her legs gave way. She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck as Galdino picked her up bridal style, grinning.

“I can’t wait to be Mrs… Wait, what's your last name?” Rose asked, raising a brow. Galdino sighed softly.

“Terza.” He answered, taking her back to their shared room. Roseanne blinked. At first she thought; ‘So third in a different language?’. But then, she smiled - beaming.

“I can’t wait to be Mrs Terza.” She softly spoke, burying her blushing face in his shoulder. Galdino’s eyes widened a little, a giddy smile on his face as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“I can’t wait either, my Dear. So,” He spoke as they walked in the room. He laid her down on the bed and closed the door before turning on his heel to her. He grinned. “How does February 14th sound to you?”

Roseanne sat up, alarmed. He panicked.

“O-Or, we could do March 14th??”

“WHITE DAY????” Roseanne yelped, shocked. Galdino panicked even more.

“OR WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT, THAT’S FINE TOO, I SUPPOSE!?”

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[ajitated]

Originally posted: 15 March 2022, in a prompt sent via ask by @glorious-typo!

Ask: OH! And because I’m sending this stupid prompt to everyone: Any au, for Fen or Jordam: It’s 2am and they walk out to find some weirdo rummaging through their trash (spoiler it’s Levi)

Answer:

I had so much fun writing this >:3c Jordam (Jörmungandr) is my oc, Levi (Leviathan) is @13thcat’s oc, and Erin (Erinyes) is @bubblegumbeech’s oc!

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Jordam is tired. She spent the entire day in a windowless room, setting up legal documents and working out a deal with a bunch of old men that needed everything explained at least three times and were stuck in the last century when it came to technological advancement. When she left for work that morning, the sun hadn’t been up yet.

It’s almost 2am now that she’s walking home. The deal worked out in her favor of course, it always does — but the assholes hadn’t allotted time for a proper lunch break, let alone dinner, and if she doesn’t get something to eat in the next 20 minutes, she’s going to kill someone.

Beating people up is so much easier than dealing with bureaucracy. If only she could solve the world’s problems with her fists instead of hundreds upon hundreds of signatures and pieces of paper.

She wants food, to kick off her heels and dress, and to flop down face-first onto her bed.

And tomorrow, she wants to head to the gym and find some unfortunate sparring partner to ruin the day of. Maybe multiple unfortunate sparring partners; she only recently started at this gym, the regulars won’t know to avoid her yet.

Jordam swings her purse around and starts fishing for her keys as she approaches the path leading up to her apartment. As she goes to unlock the door, there’s a loud crash to her right.

She has a switchblade in her hand before her keys even hit the ground. If some dumbass has chosen right now to try robbing her, they’re very much going to regret it. She doesn’t have the goddamn patience to deal with this-

The front lights belatedly switch on, the faulty sensor apparently just realizing there’s movement.

Someone’s head pokes out from behind some trash cans, one of which has been toppled over.

Jordam flips the knife closed and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Dad,” she says flatly, “what the fuck are you doing?”

Levi stops trying to right the now-dented can and looks over at her, his face lighting up. “Jor! How’s it going, how was your day? Didn’t think you’d be out so late, sleep is important y’know-”

“Father dearest if you don’t explain what’s going on right this second, I am going to balance out the scars on your face and leave you out here while I go figure out if there’s anything edible in my apartment. Someone better be dying.”

“Ah.” Levi gulps and shuffles slightly so his right side is angled away from her. “Well about that-”

Jordam narrows her eyes and darts forward, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the light before he can stop her. There’s a big rip in the upper sleeve of his shirt and red seeping through the fabric.

She takes a deep breath and mentally starts counting to 10.

She gets to 3. “You dumbass, what the hell did you do?”

“Hey!” Levi whines, trying to pull his arm away. All he succeeds in doing is making himself wince. “I didn’t start it, I was trying to be perfectly civil thank-you very much.”

“Oh sure you were. Erin is definitely going to believe that-”

“No. No, nope, nu uh, we’re not telling Erin. I took care of it already anyway.”

“Why wouldn’t I tell Erin?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. She knows Levi isn’t dumb, contrary to popular belief. Why on earth would she put herself on Erin's list of ‘people that have hid my brother getting hurt from me’?

The corners of Levi’s mouth turn up in a smirk. “cause I never told her about the dude that gave you that scar on your shoulder~”

Jordam curses under her breath. That’s technically true. “He’s in a different country now, it’d be fine!”

“Sure it would.”

3 words have never sounded so sarcastic.

Jordam sighs. She pokes at the cut on Levi’s shoulder and ignores the way he flinches and glares at her. It really only needs a couple stitches. They’ve both patched up worse for each other.

“Fucking… alright, fine. C’mon, asshole.”

Levi cheers, and she goes to pick up her keys and finally actually unlock the door. So much for getting food and becoming one with her bed immediately after…

Well. At least Levi owes her one after this; surely he’ll have some people she can beat up tomorrow. And tonight, she’ll patch up his arm and they’ll get drunk enough for him to share embarrassing stories about Quizz and the others — she’s been out of the loop for long enough that something new and absurd is bound to have happened.

You miss so much when you’re working on the legal side of things.

#ajility writes #ajs originals #ajs ocs #moving onto blog #originally posted 15 mar 22 #friends ocs #oc jordam #oc levi #prompt fill #friend typo #oc writing

[aeriefel]

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

The cavern yawned like the great big mouth of a beached fish, the passage twisting in darkness the further into the throat you went. Dread sunk in Eri’s gut with the tact of a stone plunging into the sea.

She didn’t remember how she got here. There was a fight - yes, a bad one. In Coerthas, she and Sarien had fought tooth and nail, rolling around in the dirt as their fists connected to bone and blood drenched the snow. Ugh. She could feel the welt Sarien left on her eye and taste the sharp cut on her lip. But she couldn’t remember how they ended up here…

A ball of yellow flame hovered some feet before her. Eri blinked blearily at it.

A heavy thunk sent Eri jumping back into the wall and she broke into a surprised shriek when pain, sharp and jagged, clawed its talons deep through the bone in her leg.

“Oh what, oh what, oh what!” Eri gripped her leg but knocked her head back when it just made the pain worse. Dark spots swam in her vision. “What?!”

Eri felt blindly around her leg. Broken leg. She had a broken leg. It had to be. She had - she had to set the bone. Leg had to heal. Crutches. Weeks - months to heal. Weeks if Eri had anything to say about it. She had to - “Fuck!” Eri rubbed the heels of her palms into her eyes and bit down hard on her lip. Iron bled into her mouth.

Eri couldn’t afford this. Even with all her expertise and all the healing in the world, a broken leg would set her back weeks. She didn’t have weeks! She didn’t even have days!

Hands pushed her own aside. Sarien, bruised and scratched, swam into her vision. “No-” Eri threw out a punch - weak, and a terrible one - but Sarien knocked it aside without so much as a second thought. She pinned Eri's shoulders to the cold wall.

“Hold. Still.” Sarien ordered through gritted teeth. Her plated gloves dug into Eri’s shoulders.

Eri swiped at Sarien’s face with a palm full of magic. Sarien pinned Eri’s wrist to the wall instead, the magic fizzing. “I said hold. Still.”

Eri's tail slapped the ground. She searched Sarien's face and made perhaps the worst choice she could've made - she stopped.

Sarien hissed at her and dropped her hands. She pulled a line of thick cotton from her pocket and started wrapping Eri’s thigh.

“What are you doing?”

“Splinting your leg. What the hell do you think I’m doing?” Sarien scoffed. “Aren’t you supposed to be a healer? This should be obvious.” She grabbed a branch and tied it against Eri’s leg with that same cotton.

Eri watched her warily, grimacing when Sarien jostled her leg. She hissed and breathed out quick through her nose at the pain. “Why are you helping me?”

Sarien glanced at her. She started tying a second wrap around Eri’s calf, but didn’t answer. And knowing her, she wasn’t going to answer.

Eri dropped her head back against the wall with a groan. Typical. “Could you at least tell me how we got here?”

“Do you always ask this many questions?”

“Do you always deflect?”

Sarien rolled her eyes and tightened the wrap, making Eri jolt. A smug little smile twitched Sarien’s stony mouth. “We fell into a ditch. There was a cave.”

Vague. And short. Eri sighed. She shouldn’t have expected anything different. When had Sarien ever been forthcoming with information? “Why are we so deep inside it, then?” Eri gestured around them with a wave of her arms, wincing when Sarien finished tying the splint with a tight knot.

“It was snowing. You were unconscious. I don’t think you need help putting two and two together.” Sarien stood and dusted off her hands.

Eri narrowed her eyes. Sarien looked at her and rolled her own. “You were knocked the fuck out. What did you want me to do? Leave you in the snow?”

“We were fighting each other. I hit you with a boulder!”

“Yeah. And?” Sarien crossed her arms. Her bangs slid over the one eye that wasn’t hidden behind her blindfold. Somehow, the red ring around her iris seemed to glow even brighter. Maybe it was simply that they were this close to each other and not going for each other’s throats. Eri never really took the time to study her closely before.

“It just… I thought you would’ve left me there. It would’ve been easy. Unless…” Unless Sarien wanted to help her. Unless she didn’t want to leave Eri in the snow.

Eri smiled smugly at her adversary.

Sarien grimaced. “Don’t look at me like that. Stop.”

“I knew it.”

“Fucking-”

“I knew it!”

“You know nothing about me!” Sarien snarled. The yellow flame behind her flickered. “Just - just stop! Don’t make me regret not leaving you in the snow.”

Eri wasn’t wrong, she knew she wasn’t. But she threw up her hands in peace and smiled at her instead. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t say anything.”

“Eugh.” Sarien rolled her eyes. She stomped toward a pack laying on its side in the center of the room and swung it over her shoulder in one smooth motion, making the light that followed her flicker. Shadows dance dover her scales and made the deep obsidian color glimmer like jewels.

Eri quickly looked away.

Sarien slipped her other arm through the other strap and turned back to Eri. Her visible eye was hard and her mouth even more so. She came back over. “Don’t say a word.”

“Huh?” But Eri didn’t have time to think before Sarien scooped her up in her arms.

A gasp of pain wrenched through Eri’s throat. Sarien, with a frown, adjusted her hold until Eri’s bad leg was snug and Eri herself pressed into Sarien’s chest. Eri went absolutely still. The cold vanished from her body - Sarien radiated heat like a roaring fire; even her armor felt warm. The heat seeped through Eri’s clothes and into her skin and chased the cold away.

Sarien looked down at her, eye fierce. Eri met it readily, wide-eyed. Something twitched over Sarien’s mouth. A grimace? A frown? Sarien was just as stoic as ever.

Sarien looked away and walked into the dark corridor. The light followed her just behind her shoulder, bobbing on an unseen current. Eri took this time to rest her palm on her thigh and push magic into her leg. While she couldn’t fully heal the bone (if only), Eri could at least numb the pain and soothe the muscle.

Eri watched shadows flicker over Sarien’s face. All of this was so…out of the ordinary. It warred with everything Eri had ever seen the dark knight do. Helping Eri? Carrying her out? It completely went against the persona Sarien wore, the reputation she bore. Another smile pulled Eri’s mouth wide, which Sarien pointedly ignored with a flare of nostrils and a narrowed eye.

Eri knew it. She knew it. There was so much more to Sarien than met the eye and she knew it. There was good in her. 

“You’re insufferable.” Sarien huffed after a minute. Eri hadn’t realized she’d been staring for so long.

“You told me not to say anything.” Eri gently pat Sarien’s chest. She almost missed the way Sarien’s fingers flexed in her coat. “I was doing good!” 

“Good isn’t at all how I’d describe it.”

“I was being kinda obvious, huh?” 

“It’s a wonder that you ever became the Warrior of Light, you have no subtlety whatsoever.” 

“Have you ever considered that maybe that’s a good thing?” 

Sarien looked at her, then. Her one eye alone could’ve pinned Eri to the spot from its intensity. Part of her was so very glad the other remained hidden behind the blindfold. “It’s not.” Sarien answered finally. “You’re predictable and easy to read.”

“You’re pretty predictable, too, you know.” Sarien scoffed at that but Eri continued, “You are! A person just has to know a few things about you and it’s easy peasy to figure you out. Maybe that’s just me, though. None of the others think so. I guess I’m just that good.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.”

“Then what do you think I’m thinking?”

“I don’t care what you’re thinking. I just want you out of my business.”

Eri huffed. Sarien kept moving forward, each step strong and sure. She didn’t say anything else.

Eri blew a long breath through her nose. “I’m going to get you to see it.” Eri said, adjusting her arm around Sarien’s neck. She winced when she pressed her fingers into her knee, sucking in a sharp breath between her teeth. The pain in her leg began to subside as her magic worked its way through her bone. “One day. No matter how long it takes.”

“What are you on now?”

“You have a good heart, Sarien.”

“Ugh, not this again. I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m not going to stop until it finally gets through your head. You can go about your goal in a different way. You can do so much good –”

“ – and you can protect Eorzea with us, yadda yadda yadda. Whatever.” Sarien adjusted her hold on her. “I’ve told you plenty of times that your way won’t get you anywhere.

“But yours won’t, either.” Eri replied softly. “You’ll be lonely and sad with yours.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Eri looked at her - really looked at her. And felt sad. “I hope you find the peace you’re searching for." she told her. "If not by yourself, then…maybe with a friend?”

Sarien didn’t answer.

They didn’t talk the rest of the way back outside. Sarien turned a corner and the mid-morning light met them, shining through the mouth of the cave. Just outside the cave was a wall of rock that curved up a good few yalms, and at the very top was –

Eri shielded her eyes against the sun. “Thancred?”

“Ah, Eri.” The man, silhouetted by the sun, cut a dark figure against the blinding snow, but she could make out the line of his smirk even from down below. “There you are! We’d been looking for you.” His eyes cut to Sarien and his jaw set. “Though, preferably without present company. Are you unharmed?”

“My leg is broken.”

“Did Sarien –”

“No, I fucking did not.” Sarien snapped. “Just come fucking get her before I leave her down here.”

Thancred rubbed his brow, mouth twitching. “Yes yes. There is a path to your right. I will meet you down there. Do not try anything.” He held his hand up to his ear as he ducked down and vanished from sight.

Sarien’s grip on her tightened. When Eri looked up at her, Sarien's limbal ring was bright red. “Sarien?”

A deep, hard frown etched its way over her face. Sarien didn’t look at her. “When we meet again, we’re enemies.”

“But…”

“I don’t care. I will see my vision fulfilled, one way or another. What happened here today was an outlier. I refuse to have my enemy defeated by her own two feet when I can defeat you without gravity kicking your ass.”

Thancred pushed aside brush and jumped down the last yalm, bypassing the last part of the path. He approached with arms outstretched, a vision of ease when, really, he was anything but. “Hand her to me.” he said, voice low.

“Gladly.” Sarien strode to him and shoved Eri into his arms. Eri’s leg dropped too fast and the pain sent her body twisting into Thancred’s chest, biting down on the scream that almost tore through her throat. Tears pinpricked her eyes in a dizzying, spinning array of dark stars.

Something flashed over Sarien’s face – pain? Regret? Eri couldn’t make it out through the world spinning. Whatever it was, it was gone before Eri could tell her it wasn’t her fault, replaced instead by her all too familiar glare.

“Do you always have to do things the hard way?” Thancred snapped at Sarien as he steadied Eri in his arms. Her fist was white-knuckled tight in his jacket. “You did not have to shove her!”

“Just be glad I didn’t take her out when I had the chance.” Sarien snarled back. She waved her hand. Behind her, the flame collapsed in on itself then stretched wide open into a swirling, screaming portal. “Next time, she won’t be so lucky.”

Sarien looked at Eri one last time, an unreadable glint in her eye. The last thing Eri saw of Sarien before the portal winked shut was how her tail, normally held high and proud, hung low between her legs.

#HI HI HI I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE DELAY!! #i had a much much shorter response written but then i hated it so much that i stared at it for a week and spiraled until THIS popped in min #d. thank you so much for the ask and for your messages ;v; #i appreciate you very much #this scene is super condensed ak;sdflkaa;ldskfa #but i hope it makes sense! #ffxiv #writing #wol x wol #or i guess??? wol and wod??? #*drum roll*

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Once i find the original illmake a better one but i just worked with what i hadi really needed to make this last night

#Oh fuck I put go fist instead of go fish #Sorry for stealing imf embarrassed i just needed this #Except then I couldn’t find it so I searched everywhere and then the only place I could find it was on Chara and lucas’s blog #SORRY..

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just this once pt.4

a/n: shes LORGE

Word Count: 5,031

Warnings: smut implications, canon typical violence, mentions of blood, non-graphic assassination

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6.1 pt.6.2 pt.6.3 pt.7 pt.8)

“You gonna cum for me, Talia?”

“Need another mission?” Nick asked, shaking Natasha out of a memory. Her eyes darted around for a split second and noted that the meeting was over.

She had missed the last half of the briefing.

“No,” Natasha shook her head, immediately getting up and attempting to rush out past Nick.

“Well that’s a shame,” Nick continued, moving to the doorway and completely blocking Natasha’s retreat. “I needed a legendary assassin to accompany a local fish.”

“Not a fish,” Natasha replied, far too quick for her to stop herself.

“Funny, that’s the exact same thing she said,” Nick said with a smile before crossing his arms over his chest.

Natasha knew she had lost; she hadn’t really had any hope that she would win anyway. If Nick wanted her to do something, she was going to end up doing it, and that was that. She motioned her head for him to walk with her, and his smile grew. Asshole.

“I need you to take out a target,” Nick said as if there had never been any lull in the conversation.

“Who?” Natasha asked. They reached the elevator and she pressed the button to go up to the gym. Nick pressed the button for his office.

“Jake Porter.” He handed a manila folder to Natasha. It was heavy.

“Says he’s SHIELD?” Natasha asked as she quickly flipped through page after page.

“He is,” Nick nodded, looking down at Natasha. “He’s also the snitch from your last mission.”

Natasha nodded, trying to ignore some vital parts of that mission. She had managed to avoid you for a few months again, but she should have known better than to think it would have lasted forever. It seemed almost as if the world was conspiring against her.

“If it’s a hit, why is Y/N going?” Natasha asked, slamming the manila folder closed as aggressively as possible. It ended up just folding back over at an embarrassingly slow pace.

“He’s hiding in an underwater safe house.”

Of course he is.

“When do we leave?” Natasha asked as the elevator doors opened to Nick’s floor.

“In two hours,” Nick said as he walked forward, not even caring enough to look back.

Natasha sighed once the elevator doors slid shut again. A knot formed in her throat and stuck, forcing her to focus on each individual breath. Something was trying to claw it’s way out of her chest; she could only keep it at bay for so long. There would be hell to pay if it ever came forward.

“Is that not cannibalism?”

“No, it’s lunch.”

The voices pushed past the elevator doors before they were fully open, and Natasha couldn’t help the small smile that graced her lips. Both you and Yelena were sitting at the bar, trays of sushi and cups of tea in front of you. Your mouth was full and you weren’t even looking at Yelena, yet she continued to raise her brow at you in disbelief.

“You’re a fish, that’s fish. It’s cannibalism,” Yelena continued, but you shook your head and picked up another piece.

“Not a fish,” Natasha replied for you. The corner of your mouth tilted up and there was a slight shift in your gills, but Yelena just rolled her eyes.

“You two are disgusting,” Yelena mumbled to herself. “Shouldn’t you be planning a honeymoon or something?”

The room went cold. Your head tilted down until you were hunched over your sushi, picking the pieces apart with your chopsticks. There was a tenseness to your jaw that had to have been painful, but it didn’t ease up. Yelena shifted in her seat and looked down at the ground.

“It’s on hold,” Natasha shrugged, desperately wanting to get off the topic.

“Oh right,” Yelena nodded, already back to her usual demeanour. “You’ve got cold feet.”

“I don’t- I don’t have cold feet,” Natasha took a slight step back and crossed her arms over her chest. “Life is just busy.”

“Busy as in you don’t want to-”

“Did you down here for a reason?” You asked, throwing Natasha and Yelena off of their argument. You were still meticulously picking the sushi apart, rice grain by rice grain.

“We’ve got a mission,” Natasha said curtly. “We leave in two hours.”

“Okay,” you said as you stood up from the bar, towering over Natasha for only a moment before walking off. “See you then.”

“Why do they always leave me to clean up their mess,” Yelena groaned, and Natasha turned to see the mess of your sushi.

Instead of answering, Natasha just gave Yelena a wink and walked away. She has a mission to get ready for.

———

“Can you please turn the fucking heater on?” You shouted from the back for what had to have been the 12th time in the past 10 minutes. The pilot ignored you.

“If you’re cold, put on a jacket,” Natasha repeated. Your sigh could have been heard all the way back in New York.

But when she glanced up, she felt a knot form in her throat. Your thermal suit was clearly not doing anything for you as you pulled what looked to be a third jacket over your shaking shoulders. Blood was showing under your cheeks, and your gills were pulled in tight.

“There’s a space heater in the safe house,” Natasha said softly. You finally looked up and met her eyes.

As soon as your eyes narrowed in on her, she felt time stop. A heat started in her cheeks and spread to her neck and chest. It was as if you were looking into her, so deep that you could find the parts of her she didn’t even know about. Something about that look, something that dug into her core and left her feeling empty as soon as you looked away.

“I’ll freeze to death before then,” you mumbled before tearing your gaze away; you tore a hole through Natasha’s heart in the process.

For the rest of the flight, the only noise was the sound of your chattering teeth. It echoed through the quinjet and Natasha felt the beginning pangs of a migraine popping up in her head. If you didn’t stop soon, she was going to be driven into a homicidal rage.

“Hovering in five,” the pilot finally yelled out, and Natasha stood up quickly with the hopes that the faster she moved, the faster she could get away from the incessant staccato clacking of your teeth.

You stood up after a moment, standing far enough away from Natasha that she couldn’t feel your warmth. But you were still close enough for her to notice the shakiness spreading down your limbs. The way your harpoon jingled on your belt as your body was wracked with the occasional spasm. And yet you put on a brave face and braced for the mission.

“My mask has an hour of oxygen,” Natasha said, already pulling said mask onto her face. “Think we can finish by then?”

“Sh-shouldn’t t-take that long,” you stuttered, teeth shivering between words. “Short d-dive.”

“Opening the cargo door,” the pilot yelled, and just as he said, the cargo door opened and you both stared out into the dark, icy water.

“Age before beauty,” Natasha teased as she gestured out at the water.

“Very f-funny,” you chattered again, but followed her direction and stepped off the cargo door and into the freezing water below.

Natasha was quick to follow suit, wanting to get the dreadful part over as quickly as possible. The very instant her feet touched the water, a painful shock travelled across her skin, sinking deep into her bones. Her fingers reacted slowly when she tried to clench her fist.

“Let’s go,” you said through your comms, and Natasha managed to see you just in time before you disappeared into the inky darkness.

It was like Natasha was swimming through jello. No matter how much she willed her limbs to move, her body to keep going, it seemed she slowed down with each stroke. The water around her started to close in, each breath drawing the pressure closer. Her lungs were on fire and her heart was pounding too hard and the darkness was closing in and she needed out.

There was the whisper of a touch on her arm before she felt herself being yanked upward, finally soaring through the water like she had wanted. In a heartbeat the water released her, the pressure disappearing far faster than it had appeared. She yanked her mask off and inhaled deeply, ignoring the way her lungs screamed at her to stop.

“Trying to get yourself killed?” You asked, and Natasha finally took notice of your hand wrapped around her bicep.

“It was too dark,” Natasha replied, her tongue feeling heavy and slow.

“You didn’t answer the comms,” you continued, “I thought you had gotten lost.”

There was venom to your words. Natasha looked up and managed to calm her shaking enough to see the fire in your eyes, the clenching of your jaw, the freshly picked spots on your bottom lip. Your hand was gripped tight enough that if Natasha had any circulation left in her arm, it would’ve been cut off.

And she didn’t care.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Natasha said, finally yanking her arm out of your grasp. “You stay here for the getaway.”

You nodded and jumped back into the moon pool, already nothing more than a memory. Natasha wasn’t sure if she liked that or not. She shook her head and took off down the corridor, already on the hunt for her target.

It was easy. Far too easy. He was in his room, door unlocked, music far too loud for him to hear anyone come in. A single shot to the back of the head, and the mission was over. Now all she really needed to do was head back to the moon pool and then you could both get to the safe house and warm up.

Except for the small, itty bitty insignificant fact that the base was set to self destruct once Porter’s vitals stopped.

As soon as the sirens started to echo through the base, Natasha was sprinting down the halls. She didn’t know how much time was left, didn’t care, she just needed the both of you to get as far away as possible before you were stuck in the rubble. Natasha turned the last corner and saw you standing on the edge of the moon pool.

“A little faster, please?” You yelled, grabbing Natasha’s arm and pulling her into the water, giving her barely enough time to pull her oxygen mask back on.

You didn’t let go of her arm as you started cutting through the water. She could feel the blood pulling back from her limbs and pooling back in her core, and she felt like dead weight. Your momentum slowed as you pulled her up and wrapped your arm around her waist.

But then the muffled sirens stopped, and you both turned around just in time to see a flash. Natasha’s body wouldn’t react, just felt like lead as you pulled her closer, curling up around her until she was completely covered in you. The distorted explosion reached Natasha’s ears just as she felt the shock wave propel you both further away.

The spinning seemed to last forever, and Natasha felt like even her brain was spinning along with the rest of her body. She didn’t know when it stopped, couldn’t tell when you were still. It was impossible to tell what was up, down, where the surface was, how deep she was, how close she was to death.

Until you pulled away slightly and looked at her.

Natasha went to take a breath and immediately felt freezing water shoot down her throat. She cut the breath off as quickly as possible, but it was too late. The water was deep in her lungs, freezing each individual cell from the inside out. She didn’t have an oxygen mask anymore.

There was a split second where your eyes met hers, and they almost seemed to turn black before she felt your free hand close her nose. She was about to push you away when she felt your lips on hers, cold and chapped. You pulled her closer and teased her lips open, and she didn’t fight it. If she was about to die, then at least she would die happy.

And then you exhaled, and her lungs inflated and felt just a little lighter, and the darkness inched away.

You pulled your mouth away and started swimming again, presumably heading up though Natasha couldn’t tell anymore. Every few seconds you would exhale more oxygen into her lungs, keeping her alive as you dragged both of your freezing bodies back to safety.

As soon as you broke the surface, Natasha gasped and filled her lungs with fresh air before coughing the water back out. She was freezing, her limbs felt like lead, and her body was aching from the inside out. And yet you continued to pull her along, swimming to shore until you could pull her up with you.

The rocks on the shore poked into her suit, leaving bruises that would grow very quickly once she got back to the safe house. You laid on the shore too, back down, small pebbles sticking to your gills. From the way they twitched, it was clearly uncomfortable, if not painful.

You both stayed there, laying in the freezing tide, rocks and pebbles sticking into your skin to the point where you would both be recovering for weeks. Natasha’s eyes wanted to close; sleep seemed to wonderful and it would have been so easy. You could both just sleep and not hurt anymore.

But death was not in the cards, and Natasha wasn’t going to let a little cold win.

She rolled onto her stomach slowly, as fast as her body would allow, before pushing herself up to her knees and then her feet. It was painful; her body felt heavy and little pinpricks were on every inch of her skin. But she wasn’t going to think about it. Instead, she grabbed your arm and yanked you up, ignoring the gasps and hisses that you let out.

“Two miles left,” Natasha mumbled; her lips felt frozen shut.

The walk was slow; neither of you had the energy nor the warmth to make decent time. You both stumbled, tripping over your own feet, or the rocks, or the uneven terrain. But eventually you made it, right as the sun was at its highest point in the sky and Natasha almost felt the ghost of warmth in her cheeks.

“Sit down,” Natasha demanded as she threw the door open. She didn’t bother looking back before moving to grab the space heater and put it directly in front of the couch.

Your eyes were dead; they didn’t shine the way they were supposed to. Your hands kept a death grip on the blankets pulled tight over your shoulders. The shakiness in your body had disappeared, now completely still. It felt like a hole was punched through Natasha’s chest, grabbing her heart and ripping it out.

She sat on the sofa opposite you and just watched you. Hoping that you would move, that you would blink, that you would start shivering again. She didn’t know how long it normally took you to warm back up, didn’t know how long it would take for you to get back to normal. But she did know the word you had used for this condition before; you were torpid.

It felt like hours later, but Natasha’s eyes shot back to your face once she heard a wheezy gasp come from you. Your eyes looked glassy, but you blinked once, slowly, before a shiver wracked your body. Just one. But that was enough for Natasha to feel the vice grip around her throat release.

The ringing of the safe house phone made you both jump.

“Romanoff,” Natasha answered, her eyes travelling back to you.

“You’re safe?” Maria asked through the phone.

“Y/N’s torpid, but we’re secure,” Natasha said curtly. Her pulse was starting to increase.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Maria asked again.

No. No, Natasha wasn’t sure.

“I’m good,” Natasha replied anyway, “just ready to get out of here.”

“About that…”

“Don’t say it,” Natasha mumbled. She leaned against the wall and let her head fall back.

“A storm is rolling in and we won’t get to you in time,” Maria continued anyway. “You’re stuck there for a few days.”

Natasha looked over to you again, noting the rise and fall of your shoulders as you slowly, painfully pulled another blanket over your body, this time covering your head. The flush hadn’t come back to your cheeks yet, but you were moving. She could work with that.

“Will we keep power?” Natasha asked, although she already knew the answer.

“Questionable,” Maria answered anyway, “but the generator is in the back room.”

“How much can she manage?”

“She can handle one room. Use her wisely.”

One room. Not enjoyable, but manageable.

“Keep the phone plugged in?” Natasha asked.

“Preferably,” Maria answered, the sound of a smile coming through the phone. “I’d like to talk to you every now and then.”

“Then it’ll be ready,” Natasha replied with her own small smile. She missed Maria. She missed her a lot.

“I’ll try to call after the storm hits, test out the line,” Maria continued.

“I’ll be waiting for your call, then,” Natasha continued.

“You two are disgusting,” you called from the sofa, and Natasha was brought back to the current situation.

Right.

“Go check on the fish,” Maria sighed, “and keep yourselves warm.”

“Yes ma’am,” Natasha teased.

She stood up and hung up the phone before turning to check on you. You were shivering steadily, and your eyes were looking around. There was the faintest blush to your cheeks and forehead and your lips were looking slightly less chapped.

“W-what’s the w-word, bird?” You asked, looking up to meet her eyes.

“We’re stuck for a few days,” Natasha sighed as she sat on the sofa opposite you. Unlike you, she could heat up quickly. Now the cold was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

“So basically,” you started, “they’re leaving me to die.”

“No one is leaving you to die,” Natasha huffed, rolling her eyes.

“Yes they are.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Natasha shook her head. “You have every blanket in the house wrapped around you, how are you not warming up?”

“Because I can’t warm up like that and you know it,” you groaned before falling back against the mountain of blankets.

“I’m not putting up with this right now,” Natasha said, all concern from earlier gone. “Give me a blanket, I’m going to get some sleep.”

“Take the one off the top,” you pouted, “it’s not helping much anyway.”

Natasha walked over and grabbed the blanket you had mentioned, pretending not to notice the ice and pebbles still currently sticking to your gills. You looked absolutely miserable, and she felt a pang in her chest at the sight of your shivering frame.

But she couldn’t bring herself to say anything, instead just turning around and heading off to the one bedroom. She was going to get some sleep if it was the last thing she did.

Or so she thought.

Natasha woke up to darkness and a cold starting to seep through the blanket and her thermals. She planted her feet on the freezing floor and took a deep breath, not really prepared for the fact that the power was out, and she was going to need to watch you at all times to make sure you genuinely didn’t die.

She grabbed her blanket and the two pillows off the bed and made her way to the living room. There was a flickering glow on the walls, and she walked in to see you sitting in front of the space heater and a fire. The generator was more quiet than she had expected, but it still released a constant thrum throughout the safe house.

“When did-” Natasha cut herself off, her eyes having locked onto the bloody gauze and minuscule shrapnel pieces littering the floor.

“About three hours ago,” you replied, either ignoring her hesitation or not caring. “You were out for about seven.”

“Did Maria call?” Natasha asked, trying to walk around you without seeming obvious.

“Yeah,” you nodded. Natasha could see your eyes focused on your abdomen, shaky hands moving deftly. “Said the storm would last for about two day from the time she called.” You looked up with a raised brow. “And that she loves you.”

Natasha finally got a good look at what you had been doing while she was asleep. A jagged piece of metal was sticking out of the left side of your abdomen. There were numerous blood spots on the remainder of your suit, and some bloody tweezers and towels were on the floor in front of you.

“What happened?” Natasha asked, eyes still zeroed in on your side.

“From the blast,” you shrugged before looking back down to continue picking shrapnel out of your skin.

The blast? Natasha hadn’t gotten any kind of injury from the situation, aside from a headache and maybe some oxygen deprivation, but she didn’t recall anything hitting her. Why had it hit-

Oh.

Oh of course.

She was torn. She wanted to help, was desperate to fix you up so you wouldn’t hurt or bleed. But it would have been crossing a line; you never wanted anyone’s help. On top of that, anyone’s hands on your skin made you uncomfortable.

But you were doing such a bad job.

“Give it to me,” Natasha said. She held her hand out as she sat down beside you, already using her other hand to start taking the blankets off of your shoulders.

You huffed and started grumbling to yourself, but handed the tweezers over anyway. She finally made it down to your skin and found the true culprit of the metal sticking out of your side; an entry wound on your back, near your left shoulder.

“You pushed it forward so you could reach it, didn’t you?” Natasha asked as she got to work on the piece, picking smaller pieces out as she found them.

“Does it matter?” You asked. Natasha didn’t answer, instead just pushing the piece out of your skin and ignoring the hiss of pain you sent her way.

“Hand me the first aid kit,” Natasha demanded. You grumbled again but did as you were told.

It was quick work patching you back up; your low blood pressure was very beneficial in the moment, and she wasn’t worried about you bleeding out before you could get back to the tower. You wouldn’t be comfortable, but at least you would be safe.

Once she was sure you weren’t going to ooze through the gauze, Natasha gathered the bloody articles and got up to throw them away. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see you pulling the blankets back over your shoulders, wincing every now and then when you twisted the wrong way.

When Natasha got back and sat down on the sofa, she just watched you. Watched your slowed breathing, the occasional shiver, the inaudible groan when you shifted. You looked miserable, but at least you were breathing and talking.

“I’m bored.”

Maybe she didn’t like that you were talking.

“Then you’re going to have a rough few days,” Natasha answered.

“But I’m bored,” you whined. “Help me not be bored.”

“You’re an adult, find something to do,” Natasha shot back. She got up and walked over to the bookshelf, leafing through things that she knew she wasn’t going to read, but was hoping it would give you the idea to find something.

“If I get too bored then I’ll die,” you sighed. “Do you want me to die?”

Natasha turned her head slowly and raised her brow at you.

“How dare you,” you whispered.

She turned her head back to the bookshelf so you wouldn’t see the smile desperately trying to show on her face. Your sounds of indignation continued to reach her ears, so she hurriedly picked the next book her fingers touched and walked back to the couch.

You both sat in silence for a while, and Natasha actually managed to get some reading done. She had no idea what the story was actually about, but that didn’t matter. All that really mattered was that she was killing time, and if she killed enough time then it would be time for her to go back home and forget any of this had ever happened.

“Nat, I’m bored,” you said again after more silence.

“I already told you to find something to do,” Natasha replied without looking up from her book. “I’m not going to find something for you.”

“Fine,” you grumbled as you pushed yourself up from the floor. “I’ll do it myself.”

Natasha sighed but let you go. She didn’t look up, but she was still hyper aware of where you were in the safe house. Aware of each step you took, of each cabinet you opened. Just knowing where you were gave her a sense of comfort.

“Wanna play a game?” You shouted from the other side of the safe house.

It was going to be a long few days.

———

“Connect four,” Natasha said as she slid her red chip into place. Again.

“Connect four my ass, you fucking cheater,” you said as you tried to find out just where Natasha had cheated.

“How do you cheat at connect four?” Natasha asked, a smile threatening to show through her facade.

“I don’t know, but you did,” you said, pointing your finger at her. In turn, Natasha just chuckled and took another sip of her vodka.

Two empty bottles were on the kitchen counter.

“I demand a rematch,” you said again, giving her a deathly stare.

“You’ve been saying that for the past 37 matches,” Natasha said simply.

“Fine, then we’ll play another game,” you said quickly. “We’ve got… Clue, Monopoly, Parcheesi.”

“We’ve played all of those, Y/N,” Natasha pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter, we’ll play them again and again until I win and you stop cheat-”

The sound of the generator shutting down made the both of you fall silent. Almost instantly, Natasha noticed the cold soak into your bones and your body start shaking. Your teeth clattered and you instinctively pulled the blankets tighter.

“That’s not good,” Natasha whispered. Her voice seemed to echo in the now-silent house.

“It’s cold, Talia,” you shivered. You sounded like a scared little kid.

It broke Natasha’s heart.

She didn’t know if it was the butterflies or the alcohol, but she ignored the feeling in her stomach and moved over until she was sitting directly next to you. Her hand lifted the blankets up so she could get under them, and then found her arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you against her.

Your body was tense against her, but it relaxed quickly once you were settled. There was a peace about you that Natasha hadn’t felt in months, since before that mission so long ago. And your body relaxed against hers gave Natasha more peace than she could ever hope to get with anyone else.

“You’re ridiculously warm,” you mumbled from under the blankets.

“It’s a gift,” Natasha teased. You chuckled, but then sat up and switched the positions, pulling Natasha into your lap.

“You’re warmer this way,” you mumbled as you laid your head against her neck. Your breath tickled her skin.

Sitting in your lap was a dangerous place to be.

“We can’t do this,” Natasha said softly.

“We’re still on a mission,” you said, your lips moving against her skin. “It doesn’t count if it’s on a mission.”

“You know that’s not true,” Natasha said. You lifted your head and looked at her.

She could see the flush in your cheeks, going down your neck and tinting your gills. There was a darkness to your eyes, reminiscent of the inky water you two had escaped from. And just like that water, they pulled Natasha in. Pulled her in and held her captive as they engulfed her completely until there was nothing else but her and the water.

“It can be,” you whispered, moving in slowly.

“Don’t kiss me,” Natasha said so softly, her voice more like the ghost of a whisper.

“Say it like you mean it,” you said, now only a fraction of an inch away.

“I can’t,” Natasha whispered around the knot in her throat.

She could feel your breath on her lips, could feel the way your fingers were digging into her thigh and hip. The fire left a warm glow on your face, illuminating the scars, the shaved hair that was starting to grow back in, the sparkle of the inviting water in your eyes.

And Natasha wanted to dive in.

Until the rumble of a quinjet landing nearby shocked her out of her trance. She pushed herself off of your lap, rushing to the door as quickly as possible and throwing it open to see Maria standing on the cargo door.

“Need a lift?” Maria asked over the roar of the quinjet.

“And a medic,” you said, suddenly appearing behind Natasha. You had ditched the blankets and were standing tall, although Natasha could see the slight shake in your hands.

“Lucky for you, we’ve got both,” Maria said with a smile, ushering for the both of you to hop in.

Natasha got in first and looked back to help you in, but you ignored her outstretched hand and crawled in on your own, face scrunched in pain as your wounds pulled. You didn’t look at her when you passed, instead heading straight to the medic and letting him get a look at your injuries.

You ignored Natasha the entire trip home.

Natasha swore everyone on the jet could hear her heart explode the same way the underwater base had.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #marvel #my writing

[jiminrings]

yoongi grills stem koo’s ass <3

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo wants to explain himself and yoongi may not want to listen

"hyeji's never packed you a sandwich before?"

jungkook pales at the mention, mouth drying when he sees yoongi bring up the soft smile that doesn't comfort him at all

“the one that’s all knuckle?”

oh my god

IS THIS A RIDDLE????

yoongi tilts his head in amusement when this pathetic excuse for your past crush is calculating what he just said in his mind

what is a sandwich that’s all knuckle?? but it doesn’t even rhyme!!

aren’t riddles sUPPOSED to rhyme????

jungkook’s more than well-versed in stem-related problems that are just rephrased 237 times over and over so that it wouldn’t be as easy to solve

he can solve that!!!

but this!!! :O his mind is short-circuiting pls do not approach him

“hm?” yoongi’s smile patronizes him further and puts him on the spot, straightening his figure and jungkook’s quick to stop him from coming back inside your dorm

“i want to-“

“i asked you — have you ever had a knuckle sandwich?”

yoongi enunciates with so much clarity that kook finds his mind blanking, tripping over his words he hasn’t even formed yet

“i-is it-...” he stalls, trying to rack his mind for the bread he’s not sure he’s ever even heard of in his life, “i-is it like, a pork thing? uhm, t-the pig’s knuckle? and then you put it between, uhm, bread?”

,,,, laughable

jungkook’s supposed to be smart, isn’t he? or atleast that’s what yoongi thinks he’s supposed to be

lmao he would’ve laughed at the boy’s poor attempts if only he wasn’t furious at him

he’s dumb but not the endearing kind ://

“no,” yoongi drawls out, pretending to fish something out from his pocket

jungkook watches in intrigue, thinking that yoongi’s reaching for his phone to show him a picture of what it looks like

the hypothetical situation in jungkook’s mind is clearly not the one that happens

jungkook SHRIEKS as he stumbles on his heels backward — crystal clear to him that yoongi was not looking for his phone, but instead balling his fist and him being the receiving end

almost the receiving end

yoongi almost sucker-punches jungkook in a blink, fist literally a millimeter away from his nose and the only thing he could see at the moment is red

... red and jungkook’s wide eyes that have never carried this much fear up until now

“that’s a knuckle sandwich, kid. would’ve fed it to you if only y/n isn’t in the room right behind me.”

holy fuck

his heart is beating right against his ribcage and that shouldn’t be possible, fists closing upon themselves nervously as he tries to soothe his thumb so his mind relaxes

spoiler alert: it doesn’t work

jungkook’s mind is all over the place, even more rattled than it was when he takes a text without studying (he was so low he got a 98), but the only thing that’s clear is that you’re behind this door

“yoongi — mister yoongi, please. i-i need to explain myself, and if only you let me try, i can!! i swear. i’m not forcing you but-...”

there he is again

jungkook’s only been in his sight for like two minutes but his eyes are already sore

“why are you even here?” he scowls and even if the younger boy’s taller than him, every bit of his posture and demeanor at the bite of his words scream small, “why go all this length for someone you stomped on today, then have the gall to be a crybaby about it?”

he's speechless and it only serves him right, looking at his mudded-up converse and trying to focus on anything besides the guilt within

"m-my explanation," jungkook mutters, hands behind his back as if he's being scolded, “will you tell y/n?”

yoongi releases an agitated breath at him muttering your name

he dOESN'T get to say your name!! no!!! not after what he did to you

“i’m not concerned about you. what i decide to do or not, has nothing to do with whatever you say right now.”

kook solemnly nods, and even if yoongi's much harsher in your words compared to yours, the gravity of yours with him not being related to you cuts deeper

there's nothing else he could care about, actually

jungkook follows campus curfews to a T and would come home two hours earlier in the rare event that he goes somewhere

but now, he couldn't care less when the dorm master could just be there any second and he'd pass a hall monitor like usual

for the whole day, you were the only one that occupied his mind

"i know hyeji isn’t the one."

god, it was clear as day

he'll be the first one to admit that he can't read people very well, but he knew from the start that it's probably not hyeji who's been packing his lunchboxes

jungkook sometimes takes attendance in behalf of the professor because as much as he's shy, he's also a teacher's pet

the classes she shared with hyeji? she wasn't present everyday for the whole duration of two weeks, and how could it be that she still managed to make him a lunchbox if she wasn't present in the campus at all?

there was a probability that it could've been her, but it was so low that it sat right next to improbable

"i-i entertained the possibility briefly that she was, but then nothing was making sense the more i thought about it."

jungkook sometimes also checks papers because his professors trust him enough and he has perfect scores anyway, so he uses his own as his answer key

"i needed to interview y/n for an assignment, a-and a signature above a name was needed and it was just so familiar."

the moment he racks his head for hyeji's writing, it seemed fAR from the writing on the sticky notes on the lunchboxes

"then she seemed mad at me, but when i went to her on the field to try and confront her-" jungkook pauses and almost whispers the next part, the shame on his skin starting to seep into his bones, "she told me that we weren't related for me to feel hurt about it."

yoongi clenches his jaw, a pressure forming on the center of his eyebrows because he knows where this is leading

"a-and i thought it was hyeji again."

jungkook can't bring himself to be elated that it's been you the whole time because he might be a little too late; a little too late when he's already subjected you to the heartbreak you didn't deserve

"i-i didn’t know what clicked in my mind but i was just so hurt that-"

that's the fiNAL straw for yoongi

this has been him trying to keep his anger at bay the whole time, but this one!! this one he can't just accept

"you are a fucking asshole. honestly."

jungkook slightly winces with the sudden cussing, but it barely scratches the surface

"you think you’re the only one hurt? tell that to me who’s never seen y/n cry so hard before — or even cry at all."

his explanation wasn't an excuse and he knows it, but nonetheless, it tears him apart

"i’m sorry."

his lips quiver and he's trying sO hard not to cry in front of his senior, but yoongi doesn't feel even the slightest remorse for the kid

"i don’t care. you don’t apologize to me; you apologize to y/n. whether she forgives you or not, which for the record i don’t think she should, you cannot take back what you said."

if what jungkook said was eVER said to yoongi, given that he had the same circumstances as you did, he wouldn't know how to bounce back at all

it's a pain he doesn't wish to feel and he could only helplessly look at you who's trying to navigate it

perhaps you don't even plan to navigate it — knowing you, you're just gonna sail through it all to the point you're not giving yourself enough time to even realize that you already are

it was the same cycle of trying to move on without grieving through it properly that it hurts yoongi and seokjin and the tiny amount of people around you

"grovel at her feet. cry her an ocean. commit penitence. whatever you wanna come up with, no matter what, you do not make my y/n feel like she isn’t deserving of love."

you're family and yoongi goes above and beyond for family.

"i don’t care if you make up. i don’t care if you don’t. all i know is that in any other place besides outside the room she sleeps in, i’d hurt you like you hurt her."

jungkook almost wishes that yoongi punches him now and he won't even try to dodge it

"i deserve it."

"you do."

they whole-heartedly agree and it's the only time that yoongi can get behind jungkook's words

"i’m always gonna be on y/n’s side, kid."

there's no other way around it and as much as you know it or not, you've cemented your position in yoongi's heart unknowingly

"the only way that i’m gonna be on yours is when you’ve earned my utmost respect," he can't even see when that happens, crossing his arms across his chest, "and you don’t."

jungkook's tears are falling to the floor but they don't get on his cheeks, the sudden set of footsteps coming from his side making his head straighten and wipe his eyes immediately

he's the only one alarmed and he spares yoongi a glance, then to said person

yeah right that couldn't have been you :((

the guy who's approaching doesn't stop walking and he looks like.... he's uh,,, coming to where he's exactly standing????

he seems oddly familiar though

“oh, taehyung!"

where did he hear that name before??

taehyung stands at the same height as jungkook, maybe a centimeter or two taller, but he just couldn't stop looking at him from the corner of his eyes

yoongi's oblivious to jungkook's ongoing deduction, immediately engulfing taehyung in conversation

"y/n’s already asleep. i could do her part of the project-“

he offers because he recalls that right, you told him that taehyung's coming over to finish your shared project of a business plan late tonight

uhhhhh you're kinda zooted and going through it rOUGH so yoongi doesn't mind doing your contribution for you

“yoongi!! oh no man, it’s not what i came here for," he leans for a side hug, eyes landing on jungkook to drop a polite smile to acknowledge him

jungkook only slightly bows, confused but even more intrigued because he heard your name in the conversation

"i just uh, i just saw y/n crying while i was on my way home awhile ago, and i didn’t get to ask why, but i felt bad, so i came by to drop some cookies.”

oh

taehyung continues talking and it leaves yoongi and jungkook stunned, but he only focuses his attention on the former

“you looked like a hazelnut cookie kind of guy, so i baked some too!! is y/n allergic to peanuts? i put some too in a separate container in case she is.”

yoongi laughs and they go from there

IT'S LIKE JUNGKOOK ISN'T EVEN HERE!!!!

baby he's here he's nOT a hallucination!!!!

despite the fact that he's sticking out like and (unacknowledged) sore thumb, no one makes a move to take the conversation elsewhere

“thanks, tae. damn, you did all this yourself?”

yoongi whistles when he takes the tupperware opening it and almost watering at the sight

he doesn't mind baking cookies for you in case you wake up hungry, but taehyung really just did himself a nice favor without knowing it

he smiles softly, eyes narrowing in intrigue now that he realizes

"taehyung. no offense, but you’ve only interacted with y/n like once and it’s only for a project. why would you bake her uhhh 28 cookies?”

hehe

“35, actually :D”

tae interjects, waving him off when yoongi's jaw drops even further

“yeah, i know. i just felt so sorry for her — i’m not related to y/n but i just felt like i wanted to make her feel better.”

jungkook's jaw locks at this, his breathing becoming shaky all over again, fists balled this time

“it’s like,, economics!! i don’t actually know, maybe??? i’m in visual arts. y/n took over my part for me when i was sick-“

".... so you made her 30 cookies."

taehyung's the personification of a golden retriever and now that he thinks about it, jungkook reckons seeing him more than a handful of times

he laughs deeply at yoongi's rebutt and it may be in unfortunate timing that jungkook realizes he kNOWS him

he's in the same year!! he's the one that takes the portraits for the school paper and it's always his name in the credits

"good night, yoongs. hug y/n for me. tell her i'll take over her part, no questions asked."

taehyung walks away and he's perfectly content even if he didn't get to give you the cookies like jungkook thought he would

"night, taehyung."

yoongi looks at the retreating figure briefly, then looks at jungkook pointedly

he doesn't realize that he's still budging and listened on an entire conversation, dropping his head when yoongi points to the elevator

"bye, jungkook."

"good night, yoongi."

he feels hesitant to leave but it's probably for the better, putting his hands in his pockets still not enough to make his hands stop trembling

kook stops at the middle of his walking, turning his head to look back at yoongi whose mouth already has crumbs

"c-can i see y/n tomorrow?"

"i'm not her dad."

jungkook nods somberly, leaving it at that while his bulk of emotions consume him

he thinks all about the ways he could attempt to make it up to you, a million ideas in his head but his head doesn't hurt

his nose twitches at the lingering scent the cookies left, annoyed at the persistent smell and perhaps the boy that brought them

jungkook's never really liked cookies.

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