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madebyrolo · 1 month

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Beach date

Rafe Cameron x Reader

She/her

one shot / fluff

summary: “VICTOR, YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS!?” Type fic.

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I was sitting on my bed scrolling through TikTok when Rafe texted me.

“Be ready I’m picking you up at 6.”

“And for what can I ask?” I responded

“It’s a surprise peach”

Rafe came up with that nickname when I was over one day and I accidentally drank the rest of his peach juice.

“Okay okay see you then :)”

With the time being 5:38, I get up and put on denim skirt and white halter top with little blue flowers on it. I grab my Uggs cause they’re cute and comfy and I put my vanilla perfume. I get my purse and make sure my lip gloss is in it and soon I get the text that my bae has arrived. I love calling Rafe bae cause he hates it.

“Mom I’ll be back, I’m going out with rafe!” I call out from the stairs.

“Okay honey, be home before 10 please!” She calls out from her office.

She absolutely loves Rafe and luckily she trust me and him enough to let me out without asking anything. And with her having my location on 24/7

I shut the door behind me and I walk to the black truck in my driveway. I see Rafe standing right by the passenger door with his dopey smile plastered across his face.

“Hey dream boat” I say walking up to him placing a small kiss on his lips.

“Hey hey? That wasn’t a kiss come one give daddy a real one.” Rafe said earning a laugh from me before pulling me in by the waist completely smashing his lips on mine.

“That was sweet but you’re eating me Rafe.” I joke with him.

“Oh so with that hurtful joke, I don’t think you deserve these.” He said grabbing a bouquet from inside the car.

“Rafe, you didn’t oh my god they’re beautiful!” I saw grabbing them from him and smelling them.

It was a mix of blue hydrangeas with lilies and mums with the perfect amount of greenery . They smelt amazing, like peace which I loved about flowers.

“Blue like my eyes so you think about me every time you look at them.” He somewhat joked.

“I always do Rafe.” I say before planting a small cute long kiss on him.

“Now come on, I’m dying to know what you’ve planned.” I say adjusting the collar of his white dress shirt.

“Okay peach get in.” he said opening the door and letting me in.

After a 15 minutes drive with a quick pit stop for a pizza at dominos, we finally made it. We stopped by the beach putting the car in park and once again opening the door for me.

“What are we doing at the beach? I didn’t bring a suit.” I say while he grabs my hand leading up to the sand.

“We’re not gonna for a swim.” he said.

“You should’ve mentioned the beach, I wouldn’t have picked these Uggs Rafe.” I tell him.

“You know Uggs were actually meant for the beach? They were for surfers” he explains.

“Do I look like a surfer?” I complain.

“Hey I got you to stand in the board once!” He nudged me

After a short walk we are greeted with a blanket that had a basket with lemonade and other goodies. There was 2 easels and some paint supplies along with more flowers.

“Happy date night!” Rafe said as let put down the pizza.

“Rafe this is so cute!” I say as I sit down in the blanket and look at everything he got.

“I did this all myself, thought we deserved a nice cute date to end off the summer.” Rafe said sitting next to me.

“Rafe this is perfect. Thank you.” I said hugging him.

“I got us some paints so we can do a little couples art maybe and some extra canvas for fun but mainly cause I know I’ll mess up.” He joked bringing out all the colors.

“You’re actually the best boyfriend ever Rafe.”

“I know I know. You can pay he back later.” he said with a wink as you nudge him.

“Okay give me a plate I want pizza.”

After your small dinner and some laughs shared with Rafe you finally get to the painting.

“Okay so we can do thumb prints, handprints, kisses, little things that represent us,” Rafe listed ideas as he scroll through Pinterest.

“Let’s do a handprints, something easy and then maybe we can cover it in sand to reminds of us this little beach date.” You offered

“Yeah I like that” he kissed your nose.

“Alright so many kisses today I think you just did this to get some.”

“No no I actually did this for us, but that’s just a perk” Rafe gave another kiss but on your neck and started going down.

“Okay okay! Let’s get to painting!” You giggled due to the friction of his warm lips on your skin.

As you guys finally decided on a paint color which took absolutely forever because Rafe wanted to do blue to match his eyes (once again) but you wanted a sage green because it was nice and calming which was a perfect way to describe this date. Certainly not this relationship yk how Rafe is.

“Okay your hand first cause it’s giant” you as you painted his hand a dark green.

“Hey you love these hands, especially these finger-”

“OKAY. So place it straight don’t make it crooked.” You guide his onto the canvas

“I can do it myself I’m a big boy okay y/n” he said placing his own hand down.

“Okay leave it there for a couple of seconds to get a good print.” You order.

You grab a lighter green to match his and paint your hand. The ticklish feelings and smell remind you of elementary, and the one time Jayj ate paint (not as a dare.)

“Oh that’s a cute color” Rafe said as you put the paint back.

“Okay you can take your hand off now. Longer you keep it, it’s probably gonna dry on there.” You joked.

“Don’t make it crooked.” He said as he grabbed your hand placing it down on the canvas on top if his.

After a couple of seconds you take it off and see the perfect imprints of you and Rafe.

“Aww it’s so cute!” You commented

“Oh now we have to make another, I’m gonna want one too.” He said admiring your art work.

“Here you go.” he said handing you a cup of sand

You sprinkle the sand ontop of the paint making sure to put enough then shaking the rest off.

“Okay now while this drys I wanna paint another.” you say grabbing another canvas.

You decide to paint a turtle on the beach. Turtles are your second animal cause they’re just so darn cute. As you paint, Rafe also decides to paint whatever he is. He has an assortment of colors and he’s just in his own world. As you watch him you can’t help but notice how his tounge pokes the inside of this cheek as he concentrates.

After 20 minutes, you finally have finished yours projects.

“Okay on, one…two…three!” You count down and flip your canvas.

“Oh thanks cute!” Rafe says and you stare as his… maybe pizza?

“Nice…I don’t even know. Rafe what is that?” You say confused.

“It’s a boat!” He says excited.

“Look it’s me and you!” He points to small blobs

“Oh I thought those were olives…”

“Y/n…” he says with a pout.

“Oh come on it’s cute!!!” You say trying to make him feel better.

“Maybe you should just keep to gallery walks instead of making the art…” you pat his shoulder as you both stare as his “boat”

“Your turtles are so good but look at my boat.”

“Rafe calm down it’s fine beside you can always buy classes.”

“But you’re a natural! It’s unfair.”

“Rafe quit it, besides you’re better at other things than me!” You try to cheer him up.

“Like what?”

“Golf”

“Wow lousy golf. Topper is the king let’s face it.”

“Whatever who cares he got cheated on.” You managed to crack a smile from him.

“Beside, you’re an absolutely an amazing boyfriend. My boyfriend.” He turns to look at you.

“Look at this amazing date you planed. And set up all by yourself too. Gotta give yourself props.” You give him a hug.

“Yeah I’m a pretty good man..” he said playfully rolling his eyes.

“My man.”

You guys share another slow and passionate kiss.

“Come on let’s clean this up. You can spend the night at mine.” You offer as you began to throw things into the basket.

“Okay good, I already told my dad I was.” He said as he grabbed the trash and threw it in a bag.

As you guys drive home you play your oldies playlists. You singing along while Rafe learns new songs.

Soon you guys make it to your house. Rafe parks the car and you guys make your way to the front door with him holding the insane amount of followers.

“Wait we never made my painting” Rafe stopped in his tracks.

“Here you can have the hands, I’ll take your pizza boat.” You say handing him his.

“Guess we have to have another date night to make another !! Ugh!” You said sarcastically.

“What a bore.” Rafe plays along.

You guys reach upstairs. Taking a joint shower because Rafe kept insisting on taking one first but you were too tired to wait. You both got the amazing date night, and hot and steamy sex.

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Came out of hibernation and finally wrote 😩

Sorry for any typos I got too lazy.

Love me some soft Rafe 💁🏽‍♀️

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archiveikemen · 11 months

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Harrison Gray 1st Birthday Campaign: Story (2023)

His POV

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On a sweltering summer day when I was 17, my curse showed itself for the first time.

Ever since then, I became a member of Crown and grew older with them for many years.

Victor and my partner in crime, Liam, would plan birthday surprises for me every year. Due to my special ability to tell whether someone was lying by looking into their eyes, their plans always failed miserably.

— However, that’s a good thing.

(I’m no longer someone who deserves to be happily celebrating my birthday.)

And so my birthday, which is on the 30th of May, is approaching again this year—.

By the time Liam and I had completed our mission and were on our way back in a carriage, the sun was already setting and it was almost night time.

(Mission is complete, and Liam is next to me. This is like any other day.)

(— The only thing that’s different is that I didn't see Kate even once today.)

My lover, Kate, would come running to my room every morning like she couldn't wait to see me.

But she didn't come to see me this morning.

In fact, when I was about to go look for her, Liam pulled me away…

Harrison: Hey, Liam.

Liam: Yeah?

Harrison: You lied to me about “something” today, didn't you?

Liam: Uh…

(... Yeah, I knew it.)

His reaction, Kate’s unusual behaviour, and the sudden change in members assigned today’s mission. Moreover, today’s date is the 29th of May — the night before my birthday.

If I pieced all that information together, there could only be one conclusion.

Harrison: … I see, I get it. So that's what’s going on.

The moment I got the idea, the carriage came to a stop at perfect timing, and I swiftly got off.

Liam: Harry, wait!

I thought I heard Liam call out to me from behind, but — seeing Kate was my top priority.

While I searched for Kate, I caught a glimpse of her small figure walking down the hallway.

Harrison: I’m home.

Kate gasped when I grabbed her arm from behind and drove her to a wall.

Kate: H-Harry…! Good morning.

Harrison: It’s already night.

Kate: Oh—... you’re right. Time sure passes by quickly.

Kate kept avoiding my eyes, clearly hiding her lies from me.

(Goodness. Since it’s come to this…)

Harrison: It hurts. … I got a wound during today’s mission.

Kate: You’re hurt!? Where!?

Harrison: I lied. You’re finally looking at me.

Kate: Ah! Harry, you’re a liar!

Harrison: Too late. — Anyway.

To prevent her from looking away, I cupped her face in my hands and looked straight into her eyes.

Harrison: You’ve been avoiding me all day because you’re planning a surprise birthday party for me, am I right?

Kate: …!

Kate’s eyes widened, and then she frowned in resignation.

Kate: … Ahh, I got caught.

Kate: But how did you find out?

Harrison: Firstly, your position as the fairytale writer makes it easy for you to know my date of birth.

Harrison: Secondly, Victor and Liam celebrate my birthday every year, so it wouldn't make sense for this year to be an exception.

Harrison: And the one thing that really gave it away — you’re in love with me, and yet you didn't show me your face even once today.

Kate: …

Harrison: There are more reasons, do you want to hear them all?

Kate: Now I’m feeling down because of my lack of ability to pay attention to details, and I’m dying of embarrassment… so let’s just leave it at that.

(Pretending not to notice is what a good lover would do.)

(But I had a feeling she wouldn't want me to.)

She often fell for small lies, but she had never failed to notice when someone was pretending to be happy.

She was oddly thickheaded, yet sensitive to the movements of people’s hearts — but that was the Kate I fell in love with.

Harrison: That’s too bad. You were planning something with those guys, and now that it’s ruined—

Kate: You don’t know about “the rest”, right?

Harrison: … The rest?

Kate giggled like a child who just made a successful prank, and pulled her hand away.

Kate: Come with me, Harry. This way, this way!

Harrison: H-Hey…

We headed to the dining room where all the members of Crown were gathered.

Liam, who was with me until a while ago, was there too.

Kate: Everyone, Harry already noticed, so why don’t we spoil another surprise for him?

Victor: Oops! You’re very observant, Harry. Alright, Kate, bring “that” out.

Kate: Okay!

(... There’s another surprise?)

As I tilted my head in wonder on the inside, Kate walked up to me while pushing a wagon.

On the wagon was a huge five-tiered cake.

(This is…)

Victor: Oh, you’re surprised? We did it! The two tier strategy surprise was a success! Yay.

Harrison: Two tier strategy?

Victor: You can see through lies and you’re very perceptive, hence the birthday surprise fails every year, correct?

Victor: So this year, I discussed it with Kate and came up with a new strategy.

Victor: There’s no way to prevent you from finding out that I will be throwing a surprise party for you as usual.

Victor: However! I got everyone to hide the fact that I’m baking this cake.

Liam: I was so nervous. I started wondering what I should do if you were to pursue the matter in the carriage.

Elbert: … You did a good job.

Kate: The original plan was to surprise you the moment it became the 30th of May, but…

Kate: You found out, so the plan got moved forward.

Kate shrugged and pointed at the cake.

Kate: Look, Harry. Everyone made this cake together. The base was made by Victor.

Alfons: In the meantime, El and I went shopping for fruits.

Roger: Elis and I made tons of whipped cream. My biceps are bulging now.

Kate: William was the one who put the whipped cream on the cake beautifully.

Elbert: … That was Will? … It looks as if it was done by a professional.

William: Fufu, you flatter me.

Elis: … Jude isn’t here, but he did a taste test just in case.

Liam: Does that count as helping?

Alfons: My, my, the biscuit cat at the top of the cake looks adorable!

Roger: … That’s a fox. I made it.

It felt rather strange to see the guys who were usually soaked in blood from their missions, talking about cake.

But Kate was at the centre of it all, and she effortlessly erased any feelings of discomfort.

Kate: Harry.

Harrison: Hm?

Kate: I’m sorry for lying to you, and for not seeing you all day.

Kate: Also for avoiding eye contact with you.

(... There’s no need for you to worry about all that.)

Harrison: … That’s alright, I’ll forgive you because of this cake. I feel like having something sweet.

Kate: Fufu, okay.

Seeing Kate’s smile of relief felt so endearing, I put my lips to her ear and whispered…

Harrison: Let me eat you after I eat this cake.

…

After having lots of cake, the two of us rushed straight to bed.

(... I can smell the sweetness in her hair and neck.)

I wanted to give in to my desires and hold her, but there was one thing I had to ask.

Harrison: Say, how did you get all the members of Crown to help you?

Kate: Erm.

Harrison: You must’ve called for all of them to participate, otherwise they wouldn't be here.

After a little hesitation, Kate spoke while looking me directly in the eyes.

Kate: When I got the idea of celebrating your birthday, I tried to imagine how you’ve been spending it in the past.

Kate: Until now, you’ve been having to lie to everyone.

Kate: Therefore… I thought that you wouldn't have been able to enjoy your birthdays wholeheartedly.

Harrison: …

Kate: But that’s not the case this year, right?

Harrison: What do you mean?

Kate: You will continue telling lies for the sake of your missions. However, the people here understand now.

Kate: You’re a kind person. You don’t lie for no reason.

Kate: You don’t have to keep a distance from us anymore, Harry. I can assure you of that.

(...)

(... What?)

Kate made this day not just for me, but also for my past birthdays.

And Crown was in on it too.

(Back then, I wasn’t able to express my happiness well, but… was I actually happy?)

Love, kindness, happiness, and other precious things were always realised late.

I embraced Kate, as if to lock in the feelings I just felt.

That was very unlike me, but my heart was shaken.

Kate: Harry?

Harrison: I’ll remember everything you just said. … Thank you.

Kate: … Yeah.

And then we kissed once, twice… and countless more times.

Kate spoke in short bursts between ragged breaths.

Kate: Ah, it’s a new day.

Kate: Happy birthday once again, Harry. And… I love you.

Harrison: Thanks. … Me too.

Kate: That’s… the truth, right? Fufu, that makes me even happier!

I stole Kate’s lips again and didn't hesitate to slip my hands under her clothes.

The softness of Kate’s skin, her warmth, her movements, and her words — all of it filled my heart to the brim.

(... I’m the one who’s happy.)

…

— 30th of May, the actual day of my birthday.

Victor burst into my room early in the morning and cheerfully announced that everyone who was available would be going for a celebratory lunch.

(... You just want to make a big deal about people’s birthdays.)

(Oh well, I’ll go along with it for today.)

While I waited for Kate to get ready, I thought back to the day I stepped foot into this world of darkness.

– Flashback Start –

Harrison: I’m not interested in the prosperity of England and other people's freedom. But—

Harrison: I’m interested in what you guys are doing, therefore you should let me become one of your members.

Harrison: I have the curse of a fox and can see through lies. I think I’ll be useful… what do you think?

– Flashback End –

(... I’ve told Crown countless lies since that day.)

Those lies were necessary in order to protect, and I couldn't show anyone my true feelings.

For that reason, I lived my life keeping everything that was precious to me as far away as possible.

I accepted my fate as a lying fox, and thought that was how I was meant to live.

— That was how things were.

(Kate returned something precious to my hands.)

(Smiling as hard as she could.)

Whenever I was about to give it up again, Kate would say “you don't want that, do you, Harry?”.

Incorrigibly, she would put it back in my hands.

(And then, I—)

There was a knock on my door, and Kate peeped her face in.

Kate: I’m ready. Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Perhaps because it was my birthday, Kate was more dolled up than usual.

Harrison: This outfit suits you well.

Kate: Thank you.

Despite her shy smile, she seemed very pleased.

(...?)

Harrison: What are you grinning about?

Kate: … I was thinking about something while on my way here.

Kate: Harry. For your next birthday, and all your future birthdays, I’ll do my best to surprise you.

Kate: I’ll continue making sure that you have the best birthday ever.

Harrison: …

Kate: Someone’s here. Is it Victor—

Harrison: You don’t have to respond to that yet.

Kate: Oh—

I put an arm around Kate waist—

And hid us behind the curtains.

Kate: … Harry?

Harrison: I know you’re trying your best.

Harrison: But having you by my side is already enough to make it the best birthday ever.

Kate looked up at me with her eyes widened.

Kate: Do you mean it…?

(... Isn't that obvious?)

(I’m so grateful towards you that I can change my way of life for you.)

And have my birthdays celebrated here, with Crown.

I could no longer live my life avoiding keeping what’s precious to me close by.

(Kate, because of you, I can't be alone anymore.)

I gave her an aloof smile, embarrassed by the feelings bubbling in my heart.

Harrison: It’s up to you to find out whether that's the truth or a lie.

Harrison: … You’ll be with me next year and every year after that, won’t you?

Kate: Yes, I’d love to!

I kissed Kate, who smiled while saying that.

The birthday kiss tasted sweeter than the cake Kate made — it tasted like pure bliss.

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starlightscythe · 3 months

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Raining in Manila

Greg Hirsch x f!Reader

Also includes an instagram!AU (idk what it's called but I added some insta interactions)

Plot: you're the Chief of Financials at Waystar Royco and also Logan's Goddaughter, tasked to go with Greg to the Philippines to check up on the xerox business, not knowing some budding feelings will grow along the way.

Warnings: stressed!reader, will add more later.

P.S: purely written for Greg. Fuck Nicholas Braun, man. What a prick.

"So you're half Filipino? All this time?" Greg asked, trailing you from behind. Pushing your heavy baggage cart as you walk with hands free, clutching your phone with your right hand.

"I am 1/4th Filipino, Greg. My grandma, Nerie is the Filipino. Lucky wife to my Grandpa, Victor whose a European." You explained, steps hasty as you walk towards the exit of the NAIA airport.

Greg tried to catch up with you as best as he can with his long legs, pushing the heavy cart with force to walk side by side with you.

You were sent here by Logan to check the Xerox copy machine side business and to evaluate the profit and if it's still considered to be operational by income standards. Waystar is apparently looking to cut their losses even if it means a thousand people would lose their job just to pay off Peirce.

"That's interesting. So you speak the language? B-because you know, what if we got lost and none of us speak the language? Google Translate isn't exactly eh- exact?" He pushes his hair back, adjusting the sleeve of his suit, "Is it normally this hot here?"

"I told you to lose the suit dumbass. It's a tropical country- and you know what-" You paused, stoping by a souvenir shop a saw an English-Tagalog Dictionary, "learn the language while we're here."

Quickly purchasing the book and throwing it at him which he catches clumsily mid-air.

The ride to your hotel was short, doesn't help that Greg was complaing about the tropical heat and how he's sweating underneath his suit.

"Honeymoon?" The Uber driver asked. Smiling at you and Greg from the rear view mirror.

"Uh- oh- no. No. Just work- work mates. Happy workmates" He laughed, "here for work."

"On valentines day?" The driver raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, unfortunately." You replied, pulling your lips in a tight line as you message an unresponsive Roman about the hotel reservation.

Exiting the Uber and going straight to the hotel lobby whilst Greg was left alone to unload your bags from the trunk. A couple minutes of waiting for him, he finally emerges besides you, tapping your shoulder lightly.

"Oh, took you long enough. Show them the reservation." You spoke, returning your attention to your phone.

Greg stood there confuse, pushing his hair back and wiping his sweat from his forehead, "What reservation? I thought Roman sent it to you?"

"I thought he sent it you?!" You whispered to him, "well, call Kendall and have him sort this out."

"Is there a problem?" The receptionist finally arrived in front of you.

You quickly turned to her and smiled, "no. No. We're all good. He's just sorting out the reservation paper. Such a klutz, this one."

"Well, Ma'am if you just have a name for the reservation and an I.D I can verify it even without the papers." She assured you.

Rummaging through your bag as Greg tried calling Kendall behind you. Taking out your Waystar employee I.D and showing it to her.

"Can you try, (Y/N) Abberdon? I think my collegue might've put it under my name."

The receptionist typed for a bit and shook her head, "we don't have that name in the system Ma'am. Is there any name? Maybe under the name of your collegue?" She gestured to Greg.

Grabbing the man by the I.D which dangled from one of those laces with the retractable strings. "What- hey!" Greg exclaimed, hand still on the ringing phone.

"Try Gregory Hirsch?" You desperately looked at her. The woman did the same thing only to looked up at you once again and shook her head.

Mentally punching Roman in your head at this point, "Ok well, we don't have his I.D but, Roman Roy?"

"I see a Roman Roiland but no Roman Roy, miss. I am sorry."

"Oh my god," You backed away from the reception desk, "I am sorry- just give me a minute" Excusing yourself. The woman nodded her head and returns to her work.

You grabbed Greg by the arm and dragged him away from the desk, looking up at him for an answer.

"They won't call back. I tried Kendall, Shiv, and Roman." He panicked, "I could try Tom?"

"Then try Tom." You deadpanned, "I am going to call Roman. But keep calling whoever is in that flip phone of yours Greg or I will throw that ancient thing in the trash."

"No need to be stres-"

"Don't tell me what to do." You suddenly flipped out at him, making him flinch, "I am- I am sorry. I am just stressed, you're right. This is not big deal. If we can't reach out to any of them we'll just have to book it ourselves."

Greg nods, "yeah. Ok. I'll keep trying to call Tom."

A couple more minutes of you guys looking like anxious rats on your phone trying to contact everyone. Greg finally got a hold of Tom over the phone.

"Tom! Oh thank God. Listen I am- we- yes me and (Y/N)- we're stuck in the Philippines- yeah- can you just- Is Roman with you?- oh- right- uhuh- well, here." Greg hands the phone to you.

You took it out of his hand, "Jesus I forgot how these things work," Fiddling with the flip phone for a bit, "Hello? Tom? What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck is everyone?"

"Enjoying your vacation with my assistant? That you stole by the way. How dare you?!"

"We're not on vacation, dipshit. What's happening over there? We can't get a hold of everyone and we're stuck in another country with no hotel reservation."

"Oh yeah, well. There's been an emergency and Shiv just told me you guys might be stuck in there for another week or two because they're using the private jet to go to the bahamas."

"What the fuck?!" You exclaimed, quickly returning back to your normal tone, "well can you atleast have Roman call me b-"

The phone suddenly crackles and Roman's voice was heard though the phone, "hey god-sis. Yeah listen, I did an oopsie and I kinda forgot to put in a reservation..."

"What's happening...?" Greg tried to ask but your head was running a million miles per minute.

One thing you hated was when plans didn't go as planned and mostly being stucked in another country where you barely speak the language and your American Express might not work.

You raised your hand out of frustration, an attempt to throw Greg's phone onto the ground. But he was quick to catch your arm with his tall physique, snatching his phone out of your hand.

"He-hey. Ok. How about you sit and calm down. Ok?" He tries to comfort you, "I'll handle this. I know you're stressed out so just relax. Ok?"

You nodded, sitting by the nearby sofa of the hotel lobby. Frantically typing into your phone whilst running a hand onto your hair out of frustration.

"Yeah- ok- I can manage that. Ok. Thanks- bye" Greg ends the call and sat on the couch parallel to yours, "ok so, we'll book a hotel and have it on the company card. Shiv said we could do whatever we want for the next two weeks as an apology for your distress and inconvenience. So...there you go. Don't stress ok? Cause youre kinda freaking me out too."

Slowly nodding as you bit your lip, preventing yourself from laughing at the distressed Greg as he sighed and lean back onto the white sofa, putting his earphone on to calm himself down. You sneakily took a picture of him and posted it on Instagram.

"Well I'll just see if they have a spare room available." You pull a tight smile , touching his shoulder as you move past him. Greg gives a nod in response.

"Hey," You greeted the receptionist again, "looks like my collegue might've missed it in his brain to book a reservation, is there a room available for two weeks? Two room separately...preferrably for me and him" Pointing at Greg behind you.

The receptionist tuts as she tapped at her keyboard for a bit, looking appologetic up at you, "sorry, looks like we're all fully booked at the moment. That's normal for valentines Day- oh wait- we have an opening for a honeymoon suite... I am afraid that's the only room available."

"Oh..." You scrunched your face. Scratching the back of your head in frustration, "is there like...another hotel?"

"Well you can try the love hotel from across the street but at valentines week I am afraid all of the hotel right now are fully booked too, miss."

Glancing at your watch, it reads 6:37 pm. And the jet lag was getting to your system. Not really wanting to go out there and dragging Greg around the block you were forced to weigh your options.

"Does it have a couch atleast?"

"Yes ma'am. But I am afraid it only has one bathroom."

"That's fine." You sighed, taking out your business card, "just do it. We're way too tired."

The woman apologized again as she took your card before handing you two keycards for the room. Telling you that your bags will be delivered in your room shortly.

Dragging your feet back to where Greg was, you handed him the other key card by shoving it in his face. Greg took it and read;

"Honeymoon suite?" He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes

"Yeah, not alot of options at valentines day, buddy." You scoffed at him, "you're welcome to run around the block for a new hotel room. They're all fully booked apparently. and I am too tired to argue for separate room. So either suck it up or get out."

Greg grunts in annoyance, standing up and following you anyways.

You turn back at him, "there's a love hotel full of jizz across the street. You're welcome to that"

"Uhuh, and if I get sick because of it, you'd have to be Tom's assistant for as long as it takes."

"He wishes, Greg"

#greg hirsch #Greg Hirsch x reader #cousin greg #succession #greg hirsch fluff #greg Hirsch fic #greg succession

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stillcarmine · 3 months

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I have this idea for an AU where Nemesis DOES invoke the “soul for a soul” resurrection principle with Hazel at Salt Lake and it's about to turn into a battle, but Leo jumps forward and is like, "Hey, you need a soul, okay? Well, there's mine."

Nemesis asks if he's willing to die for Hazel, and Leo's… worryingly not immediately shutting the idea down. But what he says is, "Think of it like... collateral. Like for a loan? Or, um, like an item on layaway."

"Layaway?"

"Yeah," Leo says. "Like this thing people did when they couldn't afford to buy something? The store would hold it and they'd like, pay it off in installments until it was done and get it then. It was like, credit cards for poor people."

And Nemesis knows that the kid is smart, and that he knows she's not going to kill him yet, so it's more like a vouching situation, where Leo's soul is like, carrying Hazel's? Like, it's enveloping it in a weird sort of embrace. But this protects it from the scales of balance, which even without the goddesses' direct interaction would have started affecting Hazel.

And it's fucking disturbing.

Because they barely know each other, and though Leo like. Just straight up wasn't going to let someone die in front of him when he could do something, he also didn't actually think it through. And Hazel's been at the mercy of too many people in her life, it doesn't matter if Leo's got no ill will or intention toward her.

And it makes everything so much worse.

Cause Leo's trying to squash down the idea of having a soulmate, even one that's not romantic, because that's not what this is about, but his lonely, hungry heart can't help itself. And Hazel is so confused because yes, she's grateful but she's also horrified. The whole Sammy situation still hasn't gotten resolved and it feels like her past is trying to pull her back into that suffocating cavern.

Anyway, it’s all messy and confusing and when Leo realizes he has to die he’s like… oh okay, well there’s that at least, the final payment, and all those thoughts Hazel had before about only coming back to right her wrongs and Frank’s just not been having fun and is like, totally conflicted.

But the price, death during Gaea’s defeat, mirrored in each other, two victors, one survivor, all debt paid off.

#idk how it would even end except Leo dying and staying dead and idk if I explained this well but oh well #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #nemesis pjo #hoo #pjo #the mark of athena #the blood of olympus #heroes of olympus #sammy valdez

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 5 months

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Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 20: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warning/Tags: Smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, bit of breeding kink in this chapter

Word Count: ~ 3k for this chapter

A/N: Well, we've finally reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has read and liked/commented on this story -- I appreciate each and every one of you!

I'm definitely planning on continuing with The St. Agnes Years, plus I'm in the process of writing 3 one-shot sequels, so stay tuned for those!

"Let's give one more round of applause for the new Mr. & Mrs. Murdock!" The deejay said as Matt and Y/N made their way through the tunnel of well-wishers to the limousine that was waiting to whisk them away towards their new life as husband and wife.

Man, I'm glad I thought about bringing a going-away dress, Y/N thought. As beautiful and comfortable as her wedding dress was, she was happy to have had the thought of having something to change into before she and Matt had left their reception.

Matt motioned for Y/N to get into the limo first, then slid in after her.

As soon as the door was shut, Y/N pulled Matt in for a kiss. "I'm so happy to finally have gotten to marry you."

Matt let out a happy hum against her lips. "Mmm, me too, and it only took about 15 years later than I originally had hoped.”

Y/N laughed. “Hey, better late than never though, right, husband ?”

Matt chuckled. “Right you are, wife .”

Y/N turned towards the darkened window as the limo pulled out of the church parking lot and turned in the opposite direction of Matt's -- our , she silently corrected herself -- apartment. "Hey, wait, we're going the wrong way."

"Oh no, sorry angel, I forgot to tell you," Matt replied as he shrugged his tux jacket off and loosened his tie. "I got us a place for tonight so we wouldn't have to spend our wedding night at the apartment."

Y/N cuddled into Matt's side, feeling slightly guilty. "Oh, okay. That was sweet of you, Matty, thank you.”

As much as they had tried, she and Matt had been unable to find the perfect affordable home that would suit all of their needs, so about a month before the wedding they had agreed that Y/N would just move into Matt's apartment after they were married and that they would keep looking. She knew that as much as she had tried to hide it Matt could still sense her disappointment, so she figured he had booked a room at a hotel in order to try to make their wedding night special.

Matt wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You're welcome, angel."

The car weaved through traffic, and after a few minutes it pulled to a stop.

Matt grabbed his tux jacket then opened the door and stepped out before offering a hand to Y/N.

Y/N took his hand and slid out of the limo.

Her brow furrowed as she realized that they were standing not in front of a hotel, but in front of the townhouse that Y/N had fallen in love with back when they had first started looking for a bigger place.

As the limo drove off, she turned towards Matt, who had a wide grin on his face. "Wait a minute, what are we doing here?"

Matt pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. "Welcome home, Mrs. Murdock."

"Welcome home? Wha--" Y/N sucked in a breath. "Matthew Michael Murdock, you did not."

Matt chuckled and nodded. “I did.”

"How ? How could you possibly have afforded this?"

Matt shook his head, a bright grin on his handsome face. "You remember the money my dad had left me when I was a kid?"

Y/N nodded. Matt had confided in her when they were kids that since the odds were so stacked against his dad during Jack's final fight with Victor Creel that he had wound up inheriting well over a million dollars. "Well yeah, but I figured that money was long gone. I know some of it was used to pay for your eye doctor visits as well as your training with Stick, and on top of that law school sure isn't cheap, nor is a penthouse apartment in Hell's Kitchen."

Matt shook his head. "Actually, even with my medical bills and what St. Agnes paid Stick for my training I had plenty left over for college, but since I wound up getting a full scholarship to Columbia I didn't actually wind up using any of it for school. Then I got a really great deal on my old apartment because of the neon billboard outside of the living room window, so most of the money has actually been sitting in the bank collecting interest for the past 28 years. I figured why not finally spend it by surprising my wife with our dream home as a wedding gift?"

Y/N shook her head. "But we weren't even engaged at the time."

Matt shrugged, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, but I was already planning on proposing on our Friendiversary and knew you were gonna say yes."

Y/N laughed. "Oh you did now, huh?"

"Mmhmm. Or at least, I was sure enough to spend most of my life's savings.” Matt nuzzled her nose with his. “As soon as you were headed back to your apartment after we toured this place and knew for sure that it was our dream home, I went back in and made an offer the previous owners couldn't refuse."

“No wonder it went so quickly!” Y/N playfully swatted him on the arm . "I can't believe you kept this from me for months , Matthew. What happened to 'no secrets between best friends', huh Murdock?"

Matt grinned and shook his head. "I figured you wouldn't mind me keeping this one secret from you for a while, although I did almost give up the surprise several times because I hated knowing how upset and stressed out you were about us not being able to find a place that we liked nearly as much as this one."

"I'm sorry, angel," he had said when Y/N had looked up the listing for the townhouse a few weeks after they had toured it and discovered that it had sold almost immediately. "I know how much we both loved that place."

"It's fine," Y/N had replied, the words sounding flat even to her ears. "No matter how much we loved it and how perfect it was for us it's not like we could ever have afforded the mortgage, even with both our salaries. We'll find something, I'm sure of it. We'll just have to keep looking for something within our budget."

Matt had wrapped his arms around her and given her a gentle kiss. “It'll be okay, angel, I promise. I just want you to be happy.”

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as the selflessness and love behind Matt's gesture fully hit her. "So this is really ours?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, angel. It's really ours. Right now it's in my name only, obviously, but I drew up a new deed this morning to make us officially co-owners on paper. We'll just have to wait for our signed marriage license to get filed on Monday before we can get Foggy to notarize and file the new deed for us."

Y/N wrapped her arms around Matt and gave him a kiss. "I love you so damn much, you know that, right?"

Matt wiped the tears from her eyes. "I love you too."

Y/N looked up at their new home once again. "So can we go in?"

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, angel, of course."

They headed up the stairs to the entrance.

Y/N let out a giggle as Matt unlocked and opened the door then scooped her up in a bridal carry.

She gave him a kiss. "Love you, Mr. Murdock."

"And I love you, Mrs. Murdock," Matt replied, carrying her over the threshold before setting her down.

As they walked through their new home, Y/N was surprised to see Matt's dining set, sofa and coffee table in their respective areas as well as the boxes of belongings that she had moved over to Matt's earlier in the week. "Wait, when and how did all of our stuff get in here?" she asked as they walked up the stairs to the living room.

"This morning after Karen dropped your suitcase off at my place," Matt replied, draping his tux jacket over the back of the couch and taking his glasses off. "Foggy helped me pack my stuff up yesterday and I hired movers to actually move everything."

“What's going to happen with your apartment? Are you going to lease it out?”

Matt shook his head. “I sold it to the current owner of my building a couple of months ago with the stipulation that he let me lease it back until after the wedding.”

He gestured around the mostly-empty space. "I know we'll have to do a lot of furniture shopping when we get back from our honeymoon, but I wanted us to be able to spend our first night as husband and wife in the home that we'll share for the rest of our lives, so I figured bare minimum was better than nothing."

Y/N gave Matt a tender kiss. "Matty, sweetheart, this is perfect . Thank you so much.”

Matt chuckled. “I was so nervous that you’d find a place that would work for us and that you'd like better than here.”

Y/N shook her head. “Despite all of the apartments and condos we toured, this was honestly the only place I could see us building a life together in.”

She trailed a finger down Matt's torso, stopping just above the waistband of his pants. “And speaking of building a life together, since we actually did find our dream home I guess that means I'm going off of my birth control now, doesn't it?”

A grin spread across Matt's face. “Does that mean we can try for a honeymoon baby?”

Y/N huffed out a laugh as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Even if I stop taking my pill today I don't think it would happen that quick, but that doesn't mean we can't start working on it.”

Matt hummed, a slight smirk blooming across his plush lips. “In that case, lead the way, Mrs. Murdock.”

Y/N took Matt's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom.

As soon as they entered Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his front. "Thought about this while we were touring this place, angel," he murmured into her ear. “Making love to you here in our bedroom… and all of the other rooms in the home that we'll share for the rest of our lives."

Y/N hissed in a breath as Matt began trailing kisses down her jawline to her neck. "I did too, Matty. Imagined you fucking me up against the shower wall, getting down on my hands and knees for you on the couch in the garden room…"

Her breath hitched as Matt gave a gentle nip to her throat. “...Riding your cock in the library.”

Matt growled deep in his chest, his already-hard cock twitching against Y/N’s ass. “Shit, yes, angel, can't wait to get to do all of that with you.”

He nipped at her throat again as he unzipped her dress. “But first, I want to take my beautiful bride to bed.”

Y//N shivered as Matt slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, the smook silk pooling at her feet.

She stepped out of the dress, then turned and gave Matt a gentle kiss as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “Then take me, my handsome groom.”

Matt smirked as he slid his hands down to her ass. “Oh I definitely plan on taking you, angel, over… and over… and over again.”

Arousal flooded Y/N’s system. She gasped in surprise as Matt picked her up and carried her over to the bed, gently setting her down before quickly divesting himself of the rest of his clothing and climbing in after her.

She let out a moan as Matt settled himself between her legs and nosed at her silk-covered core.

“Mmm, so needy,” Matt purred. “Practically dripping for me already, aren't you, sweetheart?”

Y/N nodded, her mind already hazy with lust. “Uh huh. Want you, Matty.”

Matt groaned. “Want you too, angel.”

Y/N whimpered as Matt pulled her underwear to the side and licked a broad stripe up her folds.

He slowly dragged his tongue up her folds again, swirling his tongue around her clit as he worked two fingers inside of her.

Y/N’s back arched off the bed in pleasure. The only thing better than the feel of Matt's long, thick fingers stretching her out was his long, thick cock. “Fuck, Matt.”

Matt moaned against her as he began to fuck her with his fingers. “That's right, angel, don't hold back. Make those beautiful sounds for me, let me know how good I'm making you feel.”

Y/N cried out as Matt hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. “Yes, right there --”

“That's my good girl,” Matt crooned. “I got you, angel, let go for me.”

Y/N could feel the coil of an oncoming orgasm tightening in her stomach. “Matty, Matty yes, please, don't stop -- ahh!”

She gasped as she reached her peak, legs shaking as Matt worked her through it.

Matt gently withdrew his fingers before raising them to his mouth, his eyes closing in bliss as he sucked them clean. “Mmm.”

He slowly peeled Y/N’s underwear off of her. “You make the prettiest sounds for me, Y/N. Love to hear you.”

Y/N sat up and pulled Matt to her for a kiss. “Need your cock in me, Matty,” she whispered against his lips. “Want you to fill me up.”

Matt nodded as he took himself in hand, sliding his cock through Y/N’s folds a few times before guiding himself to her entrance. “Gotta start slow, angel, don't want to hurt you.”

Y/N sucked in a breath as Matt joined their bodies together, the snug fit of his cock inside her tight channel making her involuntarily clench around him.

Matt groaned as he waited for her to adjust. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good, so perfect. Love you so much, my angel, my beloved, my wife.”

Y/N let out a soft gasp as Matt slowly drew himself out and pushed back in, the slow, lazy rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her fueling her desire for him. “I love you too, Matty, my husband, my forever.”

She slowly raked her nails down Matt's back. “Can't wait to grow our family with you here in our home, sweetheart, raise our children here together.”

Matt’s hips stuttered slightly. " Shit, yeah, gonna fuck a baby into you as soon as possible, angel, make you come on my cock over and over, taking every single drop of my seed deep inside your needy cunt until I'm absolutely certain I've gotten you pregnant."

Y/N gasped loudly as Matt adjusted his angle, his cock reaching even deeper inside her. "Yes, want that so badly, sweetheart."

Matt slid a hand over her stomach, his cock pulsing against her walls. "God, Y/N, you're gonna be even more beautiful than you already are when you're round and full with my child, with our child. Can't wait to hear and feel the life we'll create together growing inside you."

Y/N whimpered. She could picture Matt gently kissing and caressing her growing stomach as he talked to their unborn child. “Please, Matt. Want to have a baby with you.”

Matt began to rub tight circles against her clit with his thumb as he drove into her. "Don't worry, angel, I gotcha, gonna make sure I come nice and deep in you so your cunt has no choice but to take it all."

Y/N gasped, right on the edge of ecstacy and just needing one little push to send her over. "Fuck, Matty, I'm right there baby, please don't stop."

Matt growled deep in his chest. “That's right, sweetheart, be a good wife and come for me.”

He dropped his voice into his Daredevil tone. "You're mine forever, aren't you, Mrs. Murdock ?"

"Oh fuck, yes, yours , Matt, always --" Y/N cried out as the coil inside her snapped.

Matt slammed into her twice more before finding his own release, his cock pumping his seed deep inside her throbbing cunt. "Shit, Y/N ."

Y/N wrapped her arms around him and hummed in bliss as she began to descend from her sex-induced high. “Mmm.”

She shivered as Matt stroked a hand through her hair then down her arm to her side.

Matt gave her a tender kiss before carefully pulling out of her.

He lay on his side and reached for Y/N, caressing her cheek with one hand while wrapping the other around her waist. “I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you, angel.”

Y/N snuggled up to him and hummed as Matt began lightly tracing his hands up and down her back. “I am too, Matty.”

She was silent for a few moments. “You know, you always thought I was your guardian angel, but actually I think it was the other way around.”

Matt's hands paused as he tilted his face down towards her. “Really?

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I mean think about it. You were literally the answer to my prayers, Matty.”

Matt chuckled. “Ironic that I grew up to become a vigilante known as ‘The Devil of Hell's Kitchen’ then.”

Y/N huffed out a laugh. “In that case I guess you were actually my ‘guardian devil’, but the sentiment still stands. I am who I am because of you.”

She gave Matt a kiss. “Now, how about we keep practicing making our own little devil?”

Matt rolled onto his back, guiding Y/N to lay on top of him. “That sounds like a great idea, angel. After all, you know what they say -- practice makes perfect.”

#lotmf writes #AoG Masterlist #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x fem!reader

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blessyourhondahurley · 7 months

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Suptober day 11 - Working the Door

Dean goes to his very first frat party, but he doesn't get very far…

Suptober prompt: Epic Flufftober prompt: Sweet Tooth

(Read on AO3)

“Deannnn!”

“C'mon, man!! You look fine.”

“Quitcher primpin' and let's go, already!!!”

Tired of waiting for him to come down, his friends have started hollering up the stairwell across from his dorm room's door. They know this is a surefire way to piss off Michael, his RA, and Dean is deeply not interested in having any more disciplinary meetings with that dick. He runs his hand through his hair one more time, grabs his wallet and keys, and books it out of his room.

“Okay, jackasses, I'm coming, jeez,” he yells down. Aaron, Victor, and Benny are at the ground floor exit, two flights down, howling up at him like starving animals. “Shut the fuck up, guys, or you're gonna get Mikey on me again!”

“Well, get a move on, then! This party's gonna be epic, if we ever fuckin' get th– oof!!”

Dean scurries down to the last flight of stairs, then sits on the banister and rides it straight into Victor, almost knocking him off his feet.

“Oh, sorrrrry,” Dean sings in the least sincere voice imaginable. He ignores Vic's irritated glare in favor of basking in Aaron and Benny's braying laughter. “Anyway, I'm here now, so why are we still standin' around? Let's do this!!”

They've been angling for an invitation to one of Omega Eta Alpha's parties ever since they got to KU six months ago. The frat's legendary on campus, not only for their massive weekly ragers but also for their gorgeous mansion of a house and the illustrious history of their alums. To get into one of their events as a freshman requires connections, persistence, and dumb luck, and the four of them finally hit the jackpot a few days ago when Aaron realized he knew a guy who owed him a favor he was willing to pay up in ink. Now their names are on the guest list, and they are on track for the most raucous and amazing night of their lives.

After all the bitching his buddies did about having to wait for him, Dean's pretty irritated to discover that the party is just ramping up when they walk in.

“Things don't really get going until closer to ten,” the man checking ID's right inside the door informs them after verifying they're all under 21 and giving them neon-green wristbands which make that fact impossible to hide. “You can go on inside, though. Pizza got delivered a few minutes ago, there's about fifty pies, so enjoy! Watch out for the non-alcoholic punch. Brother Gabe's got a massive sweet tooth, and he put so much rainbow sherbet in that bowl you're gonna die of diabetes if you have more than two glasses.”

His buddies whoop and shove their way into the house, but Dean stays behind. The man with the wristbands tilts his head, a look of confusion on his handsome face. “Aren't you here for the party?”

Dean gives the guy his best panty- (and brief-) dropping grin. “Y'know, I'm actually in no rush,” he replies. He holds out his hand. “I'm Dean, by the way.”

“Hello, Dean,” the man replies, giving him a firm, lingering handshake. “I'm Castiel. You can call me Cas.”

“Hey, Cas.”

A group of giggling, chattering girls walks in, and Cas turns to greet them and check their ID's. Dean leans against the wall beside him and watches him work, ogling his fill. Cas is around his height, but probably has a good fifteen pounds on him – his shoulders are deliciously broad, and the muscles in his arms and thighs bunch and bulge as he passes driver's licenses back and forth and waves the girls through one at a time. His hair is dark and artfully mussed, his lips are full, and the gravel of his voice gives Dean goosebumps.

There's another lull then, just the two of them standing in the entryway.

“So, what's your major?” Dean asks.

Over the next couple of hours they carry on a fitful conversation. Whenever Cas isn't busy checking arrivals against the guest list and verifying who can drink and who can't, they chat about their classes, their families, their interests, their goals. The thumping noise of the party filters through the wall, but neither man seems to care as the attraction between them sizzles.

Midnight comes and goes, and everyone who's going to be here tonight has already arrived. Cas could rightfully abandon his post and go hit the keg, but instead he offers Dean a hand and tugs him outside. They walk, still hand in hand, to the 24-hour diner down on Main Street for burgers and shakes, and they stay there talking until the sunrise.

“Are you sorry you missed your very first frat party?” Cas asks him after kissing him stupid by his dorm room door.

“Not in the slightest,” Dean replies, leaning in for more.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel au #suptober23 #day 11 #flufftober2023

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“It’s gonna get me by the end of the night”

- whumptober, prompt no. 23

(hey! watch out! are you even paying attention?)

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“I told you, I don’t remember. I don’t know. Please, you have to believe me.”

Sam wiped her nose, snot mixed with sweat and blood smearing across her sleeve. She blinked hard, trying to stay focused. Her head was full, her ears buzzing as if she was underwater. The lights above her were too bright, and she couldn’t see out the dark window to her right.

The interrogation room she was in was too stuffy. Too hot. She couldn’t breathe right. She needed to find Tara- where was her sister? It was her right to get a phone call. That’s what Kirby and Gale said, anyway. Where were they? Where was Tara?

God, her arms ached.

Flexing her wrists, she winced. “Do you think we could loosen them? It hurts,” she whines softly, holding her handcuffed wrists out to the detectives.

One of them, Detective Cousins, she thinks, raises an eyebrow at her request, shaking his head. The detective who cuffed her at the scene, Lieutenant Victor, just sighed, putting his pen down and running a hand through his hair.

“Look, Sam. We know you did it. We caught you with the weapon in your hands. You still have dried blood smeared on your shirt. We need to know what happened. Can you tell us that?”

She shook her head, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. Her forehead was slick with sweat, and if she glanced at the metal table for too long, she could see the dried blood flecked across her face. No, she wasn’t proud of what she did. But it had to be done. They had to die.

Shrugging, Sam bounced her knee anxiously. “I was protecting Tara. Everything I do is to protect her. Billy was coming to kill Tara. I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

Both detectives glanced at each other, their drawn expressions not giving away much. After a moment or so of silence, Cousins broke the silence.

“Okay. Tell us what happened, please.”

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She knew he was back. He always crept up on her when she was at her most vulnerable.

Admittedly, it had been a tough couple of weeks. She had gotten fired from her job at the bank, and she was struggling to find work. That led to her skipping several therapy sessions and forgetting to refill her medications. Plus, Tara was in the throes of her senior year finals, and Sam couldn’t bother her right now. She would make ends meet. She always did.

But Billy was back. And she couldn’t focus on anything other than that. He lurked behind corners, showed up in reflected surfaces, and followed her anywhere she went.

Sam knows what he wants. He wants Sam all to himself- a protege, a muse, a new generational killer. He wants his blood to carry on his legacy. And to do that, he wants Tara dead.

She knew this would always come down to a final bloodbath. Two bodies enter the ring, one leaving still intact. She knows she has to be the one left standing, as Tara wouldn't make it without her.

So when he comes knocking on their front door, she doesn’t hesitate. She snags the knife that she had hidden behind the kitchen cupboard and goes to attack.

At first, he laughs at her feeble attempt to attack. He asks her, “What are you planning to do with that, Sam?”

Truth was, she had no idea. But she needed to protect Tara. Her little sister was taking her last final in their bedroom, and she couldn’t be bothered. Sam needed to be efficient and end this before it could take away what she loved most.

“I’m going to end this the only way we know how. Through blood,” she snarled, the knife’s reflection bouncing off Billy’s face, blinding him.

He doesn’t move at her words, but she can see the ripple of doubt flow through him. He holds his hands up, feigning surrender. “Sam, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She shook her head, advancing on her father. “You know what I want. I want you to leave me alone. I want you dead,” she hissed, holding the knife up, ready to strike down.

And then they fight. He runs, grinning maniacally at the chase. She could almost hear his gasps of surprise at each turn he took, and each time she swiped at him, he cried out. It was exhilarating, knowing that she was ending all of this for the sake of her love, her baby sister.

Eventually, he falls to the ground, blood-bathing their apartment in a twisted baptism. There is no wall untouched by his blood, and though he fought her back, Sam won. She straddled his body, knife in hand, a throbbing pain in her shoulder. He had clawed down her body, punched her cheek, and even pushed her down several times. It didn’t matter. She reigned victorious.

As she watched him take his last breaths, she smiled at his pain. He looked up at her, eyes wide, full of… betrayal. Like Sam was supposed to protect him and make sure he lived. She just shook her head at him.

“Sam? Why?” he whimpered, gurgling on the blood pulsing from his slashed throat.

Bending down, she took his chin with her free hand, smiling coldly. She watched as his eyes slowly faded to the life he once had draining onto the carpet beneath him. While he died, she watched him disappear away, holding his chin between her fingers.

His head thumped onto the ground, the sound echoing through their bloodstained apartment. The apartment was quiet momentarily before flashing lights and screeching sirens filled the air.

As they cuffed her hands behind her back, Sam looked up towards their bedroom, waiting to see her favorite pair of eyes smiling back at her. But instead, she saw nothing. Strange.

But then she saw those eyes she desperately wanted to see but on the body of her dead father.

She doesn’t stop screaming until they sedate her in the cop car.

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Detective Cousins looked over at the fidgeting woman sitting in their interrogation room. She still wasn’t lucid enough to continue this conversation. They would have to continue this after she had been sedated and given new clothes. Maybe then she would be capable of admitting her crime.

Glancing over to Detective Victor, he watched as his partner pulled out the report and started to write on it. Plopping down in the free chair beside him, he put his head into his hands, sighing deeply.

“It never gets easier when it’s another mental health crisis, does it?” Victor remarked, patting the back of his friend.

Cousins grunts in return, rubbing his eyes exasperated. Sitting up, he reached over and plucked the stack of photos of the crime scene from Victor’s files, studying them closely. He took in the blood-covered walls, every square inch coated, surprisingly all from the little body it once flowed in. Going to the next photo, he looked over the weapon recovered at the scene. A Buck 120, a replica from that Stab film saga. He flipped to the next image, wincing as the victim's vacant eyes were displayed.

Wide open and shocked, as if the attack completely blindsided them. Shaking his head, he quickly turned to the next photo; he studied the fingernails closely, seeing the blood and hair caked under them as if the victim clawed and fought Samantha to death. It wasn’t unusual to see victims with those defense wounds under the nails or bruises from fighting so hard.

What was particularly heartbreaking about this situation was the nature of the defense wounds. The pair had noticed that the scratch marks on Samantha’s body were shallow, hesitant almost. Like the victim didn’t want to hurt Samantha but instead wanted her to stop. It didn’t matter. The victim was still dead.

Victim. He supposed he should use the person's name, especially since they were nothing but a memorial now.

“It’s such a tragedy that Samantha killed her little sister. Tara looked so young. So full of life,” he sadly said, putting down the photos.

Victor nodded somberly, patting Cousins back. “I don’t think she’ll ever truly understand that she wasn’t killing her father,” he softly admitted, looking away.

Sitting up straight, he looked at his partner incredulously. “You think?”

His partner nodded sadly. “Yeah. I think so. She was having a mental health crisis. CSI found bottles of pills that weren’t taken according to their dosage. They estimate she was off medication for a month,” he paused, swallowing hard.

Cousins sat back, hands over his face. “Jesus.”

Victor kept talking, almost robotically. “She claims she was protecting Tara from her father. But instead, she was attacking Tara. The screams she heard were Tara begging her to stop, and the eyes she saw weren’t her father’s-”

“- But the eyes of a sister she didn’t have anymore.”

Both Cousins and Victor glanced into the two-way mirror, watching as Sam continued to talk to somebody who wasn’t there.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #whumptober 2023 #AU: go with grace #are you there? who’s in control?#scream vi

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 1 year

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Chapter 2

Boundary Between Good And Evil

???: "Wait!!"

(.....!)

I see a little girl and an angry man leaped in front of me, entangled.

Little girl: "Ow!"

He shakes her wrist roughly and I see a small twinkle between her closed fist.

(Is she a thief?)

Man: "I'll make sure you can't use that arm of yours!"

The man raised a fire poker.

(If you hit her hard with that it will break her bones for sure!)

A moment unfolds before my eyes and----

Kate: "Wait!"

Unintentionally, I shouted.

Man: "Huh?! What do you want?"

(I didn't mean to step in, but...!)

Kate: "Hey, first return what you stole. After that, I'll listen to what you have to say."

Little girl: "Ngh!"

Man: "Ow!?"

(Huh!?)

The little girl took this opportunity to kick the man in the arm and disappeared into the crowd.

Man: "Come back, you bitch! And you, what the hell were you trying to do, huh!?"

Kate: "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to...."

(It didn't come to my mind that she would kick the man and run away)

I regret sticking my nose into other people's business, but I'm sure it will haunt me later.

Man: "She stole something very expensive from me! Of course, you're going to pay me for that, right?"

Kate: "Yes, I'll pay you!"

I can feel tears running down my face, as I took out my purse.

...........

Man with long black hair: ".....I see. So that's the cute little robin."

...........

Kate: "Haa....I did it again."

(Although to that jeweler, that little girl may have been an outright bad person, stealing things)

(But I also didn't think it was good to...hurt and blame the little girl who was so cornered that she had to steal)

Everyone knows that East London is full of people living in poverty.

I couldn't just stand by and watch a little girl get hurt without knowing what kind of feelings she was having about stealing.

(But in the end, the jeweler was victimized and the child got away with the crime)

Kate: "....I don't know if what I did was good or bad."

Kate: "All I know is I'm a little short on money for tickets to this month's play."

It is my humble hobby to go to the theater once every few months with the salary I have saved up.

(I was supposed to save up enough after today's delivery...looks like I won't be able to make it this month)

Kate: "Well, I guess there is no point in crying over the spilled milk. I'll just have to make some more money again!"

...........

Kate: "I'm back."

Postmaster: "Kate! Thank god you're here!.....No wait! On second thoughts maybe not, the streets at this hour would be dangerous..."

Kate: "What's wrong?"

Colleague: "Actually, we're understaffed. There is still a vacancy for night delivery."

(Night delivery...that's it!)

Kate: "I'll do it!"

Postmaster: "Are you sure, you will be safe? I appreciate the help...but."

Postmaster: "Okay look, the delivery block is a safe townhouse area, but don't wander off carelessly."

Kate: "Got it!"

(Great! Now can make up for the money I lost earlier!)

(It's my first time doing night delivery...as long as I'm cautious, I'll be fine)

..........

Man with long black: "Now, gentlemen, are you ready?"

Man that looks like a cat: "Of course, Victor. It's been a long time since we've all been on a mission together. It's very exciting."

Aloof man: "You're getting too excited. Too much excitement can backfire and you'll end up hurting yourself. So just chill."

Man with a gun: "I'll fix you up if you're not too badly hurt. If you die, then I'll have one less person to help me with my research."

Man that looks like a cat: "Thank you, Roger. As expected from a former doctor."

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: ".......Al, do I have to go too?"

Gentlemanly man: "Yes. It's a lovely evening and there may be something you're looking for in the target's mansion."

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: "Really....okay."

Best man: "If we're going anyway, get on with it quickly. Unlike the nobles, I don't have time for this."

Tall young man: "You don't have business meetings or collections scheduled for tonight."

Best man: "Tsk....Can't you just read the room and not be honest for once. Shut up."

Man with red eyes: "As you can see, the Crown is ready, Victor."

Man with long black hair: "Ahaha, as usual. You guys are so carefree. Well, let's get started then."

Man with long black hair: "Loyalty to your evil tonight."

Chapter 3 - Invitation To The Dark Night

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siriuslysmoking · 9 months

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Wandering Very Far | Chapter 10

(The Year Everything Flipped Upside Down Masterlist)

—And then one day A magic day he passed my way And while we spoke of many things Fools and kings This he said to me "The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return"— – Nat King Cole

She’s made peace with the idea of dying before they even make it to the Wheeler house. The car is filled with silence as Steve drives to the house. She watches the scenery during the drive. As many times as she thought that she was going to die she didn’t expect this, many times she thought she might die, but now she knows that this is probably the end. For her.

It’s funny, how a few weeks ago she was writing college essays and applying for scholarships, now she’s fighting monsters in her head. That doesn’t seem fair.

But she’s going to die and that’s okay.

Nancy and Robin will meet them at the Wheeler Residence since there isn’t enough room in Steve’s for anymore with the two of them and the three in the back.

She might not even make it to her eighteenth birthday. It’s in a few days but the last thing she needs to do is celebrate her life that’s going to end in a day or two.

There’s no way to stop it, no leads, nothing that could stop this. It’s fate, you could say. No way to stop it, no way to stall. Steve and Alex can hear the three kids whispering in the back about something, but Alex pays no mind, just stares out of the window of the empty road.

When they arrive Y/n decides she should call her mom, she’s been gone since she left yesterday morning for work, and knowing her mom she has another day before she files a police report. Nancy points her to the phone hanging on the wall in the kitchen.

Ring…

—Hello?

“Hey mom…”

—Y/n, sweetie, where have you been?

“I’m sorry, I’m staying at Nancy’s for a few days, I forgot to call you.” Y/n bites her lip, holding a muffled sound, something about talking to her mother is bringing it out, making her realize she is going to die.

—Okay… Just keep me updated.

“I will.” Y/n takes a deep breath, “I love you mom.”

—goodbye, sweetie

“Mom.” Y/n rushes, “I love you.”

—I love you too, silly

“Bye, mom.” As she hangs the phone on the wall back in its original place. She lets out a shaky breath before climbing down the stairs to the rest of the group. Steve, Dustin, and Lucas all sit on the dusty old couch sitting in the basement. Y/n sits on top of the desk across the room with her feet on the chair.

Her leg starts shaking as she focuses on her breathing, in and out, she reminds herself.

Steve is quietly murmuring with the younger boys while Nancy, Robin, and Max work on the Victor Creel look. “Did you call your mom?”

“Yeah.” Y/n mumbles to Steve. Steve stands up, moving over to her, standing in front of the chair, his hands on the top of the chair.

“Wanna go get some air?” Y/n just nods to Steve, sliding off the table, and stepping down from the chair. She follows him up the wooden stairs to the main level, making their way out of the back door to the fenced in backyard. They sit next to each other on the stairs of the deck. “Want to talk about it?”

“I’m gonna die, Steve.” Y/n looks out into the sky, “He’s gonna kill me.”

“We don’t know that.”

Y/n chuckles, shaking her head, she does know. They’ve all tested their luck with the line between life and death. It’s time someone pays up their dues and if it happens to be her, she’s okay with that. “I am.”

She pauses, Steve stays silent, licking her lips, she speaks again, shrugging. “It’s okay, though.”

“Alex…” Steve murmurs, shaking his head, wrapping an arm around her body, encasing her in a side hug. “Don’t say that.” he closes his eyes, feeling his throat start to close, making his voice come out all shaky and wobbly “Please.”

“It’s the truth, Harrington.” she shrugs, resting her head on Steve’s shoulder, accepting his warmth. “I’ve accepted it, you should too.”

“I won’t.” Steve’s voice comes out harder this time, “I’m not going to accept that you’re going to die.” he shakes his head, “‘cause, you’re not.”

She doesn’t risk saying anything else, she just wants to sit in silence with her friend, being comforted, that’s what she needs right now. If he doesn’t want to accept that she will probably die, that’s fine, he will accept it though, in time. When the time comes he’ll have to.

“You can’t die.” Steve bows his head, “You can’t.”

“I can’t promise you I won’t.” she speaks, nuzzling her head into the warmth of his neck. “I’m sorry, that I can’t.”

“College, work.” Steve mumbles, “Moving in together, that’s what we planned. Together, we were going to be adults together, a shitty two room apartment, going out to bars on the weekends with Robin.”

“Movie nights, dance parties, cooking.”

“We need to have that.” Steve lifts his head, looking in her eyes, “We deserve that. Normalcy.”

“Yeah…” She trails off, “we do.”

“You hungry?” Steve’s eyes light, “You gotta be hungry.” He stands and grabs onto her hand, lifting her up as well to her feet.

Steve was always a good cook, it’s what he does in his free time. Of course he needed to eat and with his parents always being gone he had to pick it up, when he was younger and he couldn’t drive to go get something to eat he worked with what he had. Cooking was Steve’s thing. Baking was Y/n’s. They fit together.

Steve was her best-

No, Chrissy was her best friend. But she is her fucking soul mate, platonically speaking. If she had to choose someone to be by her side in all of this it’d be Steve.

Steve raids the Wheeler’s ridge while Y/n sits on top of the counter. Steve is in his element so she doesn’t even think about bothering him, he is mashing up an avocado as his pan heats up. He has bread, a tomato, two different cheeses, and a whole load of spices.

It takes him maybe ten minutes to finish it. “Tadah!”

He presents the sandwich after plating it, he has another plate in hand with more of the same for the rest of the group. “It’s a grilled mozzarella sandwich.”

He scoots it towards her eagerly, waiting for her to try his masterpiece. She does, taking a bite, not until now did she realize how hungry she really was. She just hums into the bite.

Steve does a celebratory dance while walking over to the stairs, yelling at the younger ones that he made something to eat while heading up the stairs to tell Robin and Nancy.

I totally lied about it being a long chapter, sorry lol. next chapter might come a out a week late because my work is gonna be double the normal hours since the dad has to go back to work, if you didn't know I'm a nanny, and the dad's a teacher and he goes back to school before the kids do, and the mom's a doctor. okay enough about my job.

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Fault | Yunho [Pt.2]

「Synopsis」 : Yunho Knew he was an idiot but was apologising to you going to be enough to get back the friendship he ruined?

「Word count」 : 2.5k

-> Genre: Angst, (Happy ending I swear)

Paring: Bestfriend!Yunho x GN!Reader

[Warnings] : A whole lot of tears, Insecurities, Mentions of cheating, if i missed something let me know

Note : Hi!! SO MANY OF YOU WANTED THIS! It's crazy this (and another series I'm doing eheh) have been my most requested. So I do hope you all enjoy this ♡♡

Part one

[REBLOG AND COMMENT FEEDBACK]

You thought the months being without Yunho were rough but the lone month after walking out on him at the dorm was torture. All your brain could think about was him. Every little detail of your life was designed and painfully filled with memories of him. You haven’t heard from him since that night, nor have you heard anything from his brothers either. It was like you were cut out completely, making you feel even more alone. Well except for one person. San. He was determined to check on you every day.

It became a routine throughout the month. Good morning texts, have you eaten or made sure to drink water. He rarely spoke about Yunho, and neither did you bring him up. He knew you were hurt because of him. But Like you, Yunho was hurt as well. He became mopey, avoiding everyone, not eating. Everything that you were doing he was doing. But you were slowly becoming better while he was just getting worse as the days went.

He fought with his fiance. Finding out she was not only cheating, but trying to bleed him dry for his money. News for her was his brothers cut her out before she could make him worse. He moved back into the dorms. But never left his room. The others were beginning to worry for him. And that’s what led to San, showing up. Slowly, and carefully into your life. Making sure you were okay before asking the big question.

“Hey, Do you know where San is?” Wooyoung purposely spoke in front of Yunho’s room, trying to get the male's attention. Maybe even drawing him out of his room.

“Hmm, I don’t know. The last time I saw him he was getting ready to go see y/n.” That’s it, Hongjoong spoke your name. Will that bring Yunho out? Before Wooyoung could speak again, the miracle happened.

“Why is he with them?” Yunho’s voice is groggy from not talking for so long. Luckily he did shower when everyone was asleep so he isn’t dirty, but he still looks it.

“San and y/n have been hanging out for a little bit now.” Wooyoung poked the bear with his words, viability seeing Yunho tense. All the members knew of his crush but none of them spoke up but now that he has royally and truly fucked up, they feel the need to push it. And since soft, careful pushing doesn’t seem to help, what about the latter?

Jealousy

“San!!” You scream, laughing as San tried to shield your view with his head. But you managed to snake your body away from him, until you jumped forward onto his lap, turning the tables in order to distract him. The finish line nearing, San leans on you, intensely staring at the screen trying his best to win. But to his surprise, you cross before him, taking his place as victor.

“HA! I WON!!” You cheer, turning onto your back while still laying on San's lap. He just laughed at you, looking like a kid, smiling widely. A smile he has been trying to get you to do for the past month. A real smile.

“Well, I guess I’m paying for food.” He laughs looking down at you. You suddenly stopped mid-laugh, your eyes growing big with glee. He leaned his head on the back of the couch as you jumped for your phone, throwing it to him making him fake wince in pain.

“Okay okay, what am I getti—” San’s voice softens as his mind travels off before his mouth could keep up. He sees your background on your phone. It was a picture of Yunho and you at the winter festival. It was the last time you saw Yunho before he disappeared. You were so happy. You were secretly planning to tell him that night, that you were in love with him. But when the time came and you asked him to meet you in the snowflake garden he never showed. It broke your heart and what was worse, San and all the members were there too. They saw your disappointment, your heartbreak. You left soon after that not bothering to say goodbye to the others. All they could do was watch as you walked away, lump in your throat and tears pouring down your cheeks.

“San? Are you okay?” You lent over looking at your phone screen to see what San got caught up looking at but you fell silent once you saw what it was. “Oh…That I… I ju—” Your sentence got entangled in your throat as a knock at your door echoed into the room. San and you both looked confused not expecting someone to be there. San immediately got up walking over with your phone still clutched into his hands. You follow him closely, gripping onto his shirt as he stopped at the front door.

“Yunho?” San's voice was snarky, surprised to say the least gripping your phone tightly. You hid your body behind San’s gripping him tighter as your heart starts to race. You’re shaking, scared. Why was he here, what did he want from you?

“San.” His voice was blunt, cutting through the tension in the air. You gulp down a ball of saliva, scared to even hear his voice. Yunho removed his anger-filled gaze from San to you, tilting his head slightly so he could see you hugging your face into San’s shirt. His anger rose, seeing you so close to San, like how he was with you before all this happened. Deep down he knew he had no right to be angry and no right to even be at your front door. This was his mess, but knowing you and San were hanging out, sparked something in him. Something feral.

Overthinking clouded his judgement. What if you were snuggling while watching a movie, just like how you and he would do whenever he was over. Or those knowing glances you would have with each other, he was so madly in love with you that he would crave to just trap you against the couch cushions and kiss you until his lips bled. He didn’t want San to have those feelings, to think what he thought. He didn’t want you to move from those memories and create new ones with another. He wants to be selfish with you. Have you all to himself, but he fucked up so much, that he is unsure how to gain you back.

The silence was clear that Yunho was here for you and only you, making San sigh in annoyance. He knew Wooyoung and the others were setting up this plan to see if they can get Yunho to finally at least try and apologies. You didn’t know of the plan but you were aware of him being back with the boys. San would bring him up every now and then, trying to see if you were interested in talking about him. You kept brushing it off, so San was always unsure about going ahead with this plan, not wanting to put you in a difficult situation.

“ I just remembered I got a text before…” San turned around so he could face his body to you. The grip on his shirt you had, now moved to you holding his arm tight. Your eyes were wide and glossy. They were filled with fear. You didn’t want him to leave you, not alone with him…

“Sannie please…” Your voice is croaked. A weak whisper is the only thing you can muster. You pleaded with wide doe eyes that fear to break into tears in any moment. Yunho internally cringed at the nickname you gave San. It was a cute name, something you and he would do for one another. He was YuYu and you were Tiny. No one else had a nickname, it was his and your thing, no one else. Guess what just another thing he fucked up on.

“If anything happens, and you need me. Call. But please…” He leans down to your ear so he could whisper his last words without Yunho hearing, causing the other male to become even more angry, feeling his blood boil with jealousy. Your eyes widen at his words, before nodding in response. San handed your phone back with a smile before turning to head out.

“Yunho,” Was the only thing he said to him before leaving your apartment, leaving you with him…

You didn’t speak, instead turning around and walking back into your apartment, heading towards the lounge room to clean up. Yunho invited himself in with your silence, walking soon after you once he removed his shoes. You sat down on the couch letting a sigh out before retching for a controller to switch the game off. Yunho watched you intensely, waiting for a moment to speak but worried about what might come out.

“Tiny I—Don’t call me that.” You cut him off sounding harsh, venom laced in your voice. He gulped, feeling tears gloss over his eyes. He stared down at the ground, choosing to let you talk first instead.

“First you stood me up at the festival, leave me wondering what I did wrong. Spent months trying to get a hold of you, thinking you might be dead. If it wasn’t for Seonghwa telling me that you called them I would have started a search party for you. Second, you come back with a fiance and break my heart all over again. Then I spend a month with San trying his hardest to be buddies with me but he is a terrible liar and so are the others and all they wanted from me was to talk to you again.” You stood up, facing him. Tears were running down your red cheeks but you gave up caring for tears. Yunho was also crying, looking at you with guilt smacked on his face.

“Why should I be the one to ask for you back? Was it all just a game? Was our friendship even real?” when you said that Yunho broke down, walking towards you, gripping your shoulders. You tried to push him off you but his firm grasp was no match.

“Please, Please don’t say that.” His voice croaked, saliva spitting out while hot tears smear on his face. He falls to his knees in front of you, hanging his head low. “Please, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t want any other this. I’m so fucking stupid. I didn’t deserve someone like you, and I still don’t. But please. Please don’t think our friendship was anything but real.” He let out a sniffle, looking up at you with glossy eyes.

“You are my best friend.” Now it was your turn to burst into tears, hearing his words. You didn’t want to forgive him or even hear him out, but your heart is aching to just know his side of the story.

“Fine Yunho tell me… Why?” You whispered. You sat down on the couch while Yunho stayed on the floor, placing his hands on your knees before starting his side of all this. Turns out Wooyoung made a joke that night at the festival that Yunho should confess to you, and Yeosang remarked saying if you didn’t like him back that could ruin your friendship, and it scared him so he ran off. But what he didn’t expect was to run into his now ex-fiance while he was running. He offered to take her home cause of literally running into her and one thing lead to another she confessed and in his stupid mind, he thought this was fate giving him a way out. A way out to not ruin his friendship with you and to finally get rid of the feelings he has burred. But all it didn’t was make him realize how much love he had for you but by then it was too late. His ex made sure to only focus on her and so he didn’t see, speak or hear from you or any of his brothers. He was stupid., drunken by the hope of finally being able to make everyone happy but all he did was make it worse.

“I went home about a month ago to find her with someone else. I left and went back to the dorms and been there since. I’m so sorry y/n. I don’t expect you to forgive me or even see me as anything other than a friend but I am seriously stupid.” He looked down, pouring his heart out to you, crying his eyes out. Your silence was killing him. He didn’t know what you were thinking of but god sometimes he wishes he could read minds.

“Tiny…” You whisper making him look up at you confused.

“W-what?” He tilted his head.

“It’s Tiny to you Mr.” You smile through your tears, making his heart jump. Hugging your legs his head rests on your lap. You were going to forgive him but he needed to work for it. You can't live without him any longer but that doesn’t mean he is off the hook.

“You should just have told me, cause that night I was going to confess to you,” you said making Yunho sit straight up with a shocked expression.

“You were?” You nodded at his question making him whine, feeling even more like an idiot. Silence fell for a moment at you rubbed your fingers through his hair as he kept his head on your lap. He got up and sat next to you grabbing both of your hands he looks at you dead in the eyes.

“Tiny…W-would you doing me the honour of forgiving this idiot and let me take you on a date.” He asked running his thumbs on your palms. You pretend to think about it before saying a simple ‘yes’, making him tackle you in a tight hug, trapping you against the couch and his larger body. He was finally happy again and all he said to do was apologise. He is going to have to remember that just in case.

"By the way..." Yunho mumbles into your chest. "What did San say to you before he left?" You could help but chuckle at his words. Even though it wasn't necessary to tell him he was itching to know.

"What you jealous?" You laughed making him sit his head up, darting his eyes around the room.

"What!? No? I just I—Yuyu it's okay I'm just teasing." You cut his rambles off seeing his ears turn a bright, shade of pink.

"He said to give you a chance." You smile making Yunho grumble in annoyance. Of course, San was just trying to be a nice friend. He lays his head back down, holding you a little bit tighter, just in case. Cause in this moment he was never going to let you go.

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Yandere Family | Mission Start

It felt irrelevant going to school when the threat of her baby’s safety hung so heavy over Remalda's head. But she gained solace in the progress she was making with the Appleworths as she organized their next meetings. She with Ms. Appleworth and Michael with Victor. As she heard the rumble of students accumulating outside her classroom. As if to make her yearning worse she kisses the framed picture she has of her baby; curled in a basket and glowing with a gummy smile. She pushed it down, for her baby (Y/n), for her husband, for her son she could do this.

“Alright then class, how was your break?”

Across the same campus, Michael was finally arriving at the loading spot for his field trip. As much as he wished he could skip too many business deals were being offered and he couldn’t afford not to gain more. Winking at the first client of his newest venture as they let the teacher usher them on the bus. He was about to follow before being stopped by the teacher.

“Now now Michael, it's rude to shove your way on the bus without a buddy!”

He rolled his eyes, annoyed with the way she spoke to him. Figuring he’d lie to get the old crone off his back.

“Mine is already on there.”

The teacher squinted her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

“Oh really than who is it?”

She stood staring vindictively at the stone-faced boy as he looked at the various children in their seats. Many of which were already chatting with or playing with designated seatmates. All but one.

“Hi!! Mikey! Can you see me? It’s me, Victor the flower boy! Remember me?!"

Michael closed his eyes as if to erase the boy’s existence from

“...Victor…Victor will be my seat buddy.” He groaned through gritted teeth as the teacher waved at the jumping boy in the window. She let him pass, having him trudge towards the excited boy. Michael plopped down dragging his hands over his face as Victor made it his mission to talk his ear off.

This is for (Y/n). This is for (Y/n).

______________________________________________________________

This is for (Y/n). This is for Yulia. This is for (Y/n). This is for Yulia.

He repeated his mantra in his head as he watched two of his clients fight. The class arrived to the history camp in one piece, Victor hardly ever leaving his side. And when he did leave he was able to meet at the designated area for his business. His new client and the old were arguing both demanding that Michael spend his time with the other as their separate agreements demanded. Unable to shake off seatmate he wasn’t able to do anything with the privacy he thought would have occurred.

“He’s coming with me! So back off!”

“N-no he’s s-staying with me! I p-paid him after all.”

“So did I!”

They were just going back and forth; and Michael was stuck. He couldn’t slip away without directing their attention towards him and he couldn’t invovle a teacher to diffuse the situation.

Gosh this kids are so childish!

He knows the thought was ironic considering his age but he knew he couldn’t do business with people too busy squabbling to compromise. The only thing that would make this worse is if–

“Mikey? What’s going on?”

Victor had returned vending sodas in hand as he intervened once again. Michael had half a mind to yell but he couldn’t afford to villainize an Appleworth or a witness to his restricted activities.

“I-its his fault! He was keeping Michael away from us!”

“Yeah you applejerk sticking your nose into business you don’t understand!”

They surged towards the boy who barely seemed to register the raised fists and angry eyes.

“Hey! He had nothing to do with this. Its me you want. I have your money and I’ll refund you just don’t bother him!”

The two kids turned, now fully swinging on the boy. Forcefully taking their money that Michael had prepared in his bag. The one boy spit on Michael while the other lingered before running away.

“I-I expect to pay for your services!”

Michael let his body untense, shouldering the burning sensation of the bruises beginning to form. He refused to look at the violet haired boy who set the drinks down to sit next to the beaten boy.

“Thank you Mikey.”

Michael sucked his teeth refusing to look the boy’s way. Victor grimaced but he scooched closer letting his body practically lean against the injured boy.

“I can pay you know? Double than what they paid.” Victor tried which seemed to work as Michael began to turn towards him again. Putting his hand out Victor happily blushed before putting the drink in his friend’s hands.

Victor listened at the popping fizz as Michael opened the can and began to drink. Sitting in silence the purple-haired boy began to wonder. Latching on to one of many loose strands he began to play with it as he an intense red overtakes his cheeks.

“Uhm hey Michael…?”

“What.”

“Uhm what was that service he was talking about?”

“Hmm? Oh…right. Why do you want to know?”

“I jus’ wanna.” He refused to look at the red orbs of Michael as he tried to gain control of his blush. Michael smirked.

“Oh? It seems you already know, huh? Then what, do you want me to kiss you too?”

Victor let out a defeated sigh curling him into himself as he devided to come clean.

“I saw before I got on the bus…I don’t want you to do that anymore–”

“No dice. Too good of a price–”

“I’ll pay you more and I wasn’t finished…I want you to only do it with me. I have the money. You know I’m good for it!”

“I know that! But why? You realize it won’t be so easy to refuse that king of pay, so why?”

“I-I don’t know but I can make sure it never happens again!”

“That’s a lame answer.”

“Sorry.”

The trip from then on was uneventful. But it was easier to tolerate now that both boys had a better understanding of one another.

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50/50: A Shanks/OC (and Beckman/OC) Romance - Chapter 1: Meetings and Propositions

Summary: A twenty year journey of friendship, love, and heartache between Shanks and the woman he loves.

Chapter 1 word count: 4240

Notes: This fic is currently incomplete but it's pretty close to being done. Smut will definitely be in later chapters, they will be tagged appropriately. Also, Hongo does not exist, the OC is the doctor of the Red Hair Pirates. No hate to Hongo or my Hongo stans.

Cannons and gunshots fired in the distance. Riley continued what she was doing in her office, paying the noise little mind. She’d have to check for survivors later, certainly, but until the blasts died down there wasn’t much she could do.

Pirate battles were pretty commonplace in this area of the South Blue. Compared to other islands in the area, Isha Island wasn’t the biggest or the wealthiest and was quite isolated, being a journey of at least five days to its nearest neighbor. But it did have ample resources and a strong sense of community. This combined with its pleasantly warm weather almost year round made it a perfect place for pirates to make port.

For the most part, this worked out quite well for the island’s residents - most weren’t wealthy enough to have anything worth taking, and the business the pirates provided to the bars and markets kept the economy flowing. Of course, it wasn’t always a great deal - pirates were rowdy, violent, and varying levels of cruel. Any week that went by where there wasn’t a battle in the streets, a trashed storefront, or a mindless death was generally considered to be a good one. On Isha Island, that was pretty much all they could ask for.

Riley dragged the tip of the pencil down the sketchbook paper before her, defining the outside line of a metatarsal bone. She shaded along one end, adding definition. When she was satisfied with her diagram of the bones in the human foot, she took a ruler and drew lines straight out from the key points, labeling them in a neat script. It had been a few minutes since the last blast of gun fire. Perhaps the battle was over. Time to see if anyone was left alive.

Riley made her way through the village street and down to the dock. Putting a hand over her brow to shield her eyes from the late afternoon sun, Riley could see a ship sailing off into the distance, clearly the victor, and the remnants of what appeared to be a much smaller ship sinking into the sea, just a few chunks of broken wood, a mast, and a torn, unmarked sail slipping slowly into the water. Looks like these guys bit off more than they could chew, she thought.

Riley walked towards a small craft bearing a red cross on its single sail, untying it from the dock and making her way out to the site of the battle. This was pretty standard practice for her - wait for the battle to end, head out to sea at most a mile (she wasn’t exactly a sailor - that was about as far as she could bring herself to go), and see if there was anyone to rescue. Sometimes there was, sometimes there wasn’t. If there was, she’d haul them aboard and bring them back to her office, where she would mend their wounds and send them on their way. Such was the life of a doctor in a village like this one. It didn’t pay well, or sometimes at all, but it was what she felt she was meant to do.

“Hey!” a voice called out to her. Looking around, she spotted a head of wet, black hair in the water, attached to an equally soaking body. The man was waving out to her with one hand, his other seemingly holding someone. Riley waved back, acknowledging the two men, then made her way over.

When she got close enough, the black-haired man spoke. “Please…my friend got shot. He needs a doctor.”

“Well lucky for your friend, that’s what I am. Here, let me help him up.” The man in the water passed the unmoving body of his friend to Riley, who grabbed him underneath the arms and hauled him aboard, plopping him onto the deck. The injured man let out a cry - she probably got him where he was hurt. “Sorry!” she said. It wasn’t easy being a relatively normal-sized person and hauling men who were sometimes two or more times her size on board the small craft, but it had to be done.

When the injured man was on board, she finally took a good look at him. A blood stain bloomed through the white shirt covering his right bicep, and was much the same color as the man’s hair and the red ribbon that circled a straw hat which hung around his neck. Another seeped through his pants near his right glute. The man grimaced in pain. “Sorry,” she said again. The man didn’t respond, his head lolling to the side. His skin was pale - he’d probably lost a fair amount of blood so far.

Riley then turned her attention to the other man and helped him aboard.

“How many were with you? Do you know if they’re alive?”

“It’s just us,” the black haired man replied. “Is there anything we can do to stop the bleeding?”

Riley pulled the injured man’s shirt aside to examine the first wound. “Not much until we get back to my place, unfortunately,” she replied. She retreated briefly into the boat’s small cabin and came back with two towels. “Here, take these and apply pressure to the wounds. We’ll get him taken care of.” The man obeyed without a word.

Riley turned the boat and began sailing the two castaways back to shore. When they arrived, she looped the boat to the dock and jumped off. “Let’s get him out of there, quick.” Working together she and the black-haired man brought the wounded red-head off the small craft and onto the dock. For the first time she got a good look at the red-head’s uninjured companion. He was tall, his long black hair hung in a wet ponytail down his back, and his soaking clothes hung to a lithe, muscular body. He lifted his injured friend from the dock and carried him in his arms.

“Lead the way,” he said.

Riley nodded and turned on her heel, leading him quickly through the streets. “Right here,” she called behind her, gesturing to the small building that bore the same red cross as her boat. Opening the door, the wet man walked inside, his friend in his arms. “Lay him out on that table, right side up,” Riley said. The man obeyed wordlessly.

“What’s his blood type?” she asked, glancing his way.

“Ummm, XF I think? I’m not positive though.”

Riley sighed. “We’ll have to test him quickly, just to be sure.”

Riley got to work, stripping the man of his wet clothes and hat and instructing his friend to keep the pressure on the wounds until she was ready. He watched as she moved quickly around the room, pulling bottles and metal instruments from the cabinets, and laying them on a rolling cart. She then pulled on a pair of gloves and settled down on a stool next to her patient, gently pushing away the man with the black hair to take his spot.

He watched as the young woman worked on his friend, testing his blood and beginning a transfusion, extracting the bullets, cleaning the wounds, and sewing up the holes they left behind. She worked quickly and didn’t even look like she knew he was there - her focus was entirely on the man with the red hair. Eventually, with her work complete for now, Riley straightened her back from her position leaning over the red-haired man and pulled off her gloves. She turned to the black-haired man. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Beckman. Benn Beckman,” he said. “And that’s my captain, Shanks.”

“Well Beckman, Shanks will be fine. His wounds will need some care, but he’ll be back to full health in a few days, maybe a week at most. Since your ship was destroyed, you can stay here until then.”

“Thank you, ummm…”

“I’m Dr. Juniyoshi, but you can call me Riley. Come on, let’s get him to a recovery room. Beckman lifted Shanks up again and followed Riley down the hall to a room with a 1 on the door. He laid his friend down in the sheets, being careful not to accidentally hit his wounds, then plopped himself in a wooden chair by the head of the bed.

“Can I get you anything?” a gentle voice said. He looked up to see Riley standing in the doorway.

Beckman thought for a moment. In all the rush to get Shanks to safety, he hadn’t been very present to his own feelings. He felt the wet fabric sticking to his skin, becoming uncomfortable. “Dry clothes, if you have any?”

Riley smiled softly. “Let me see what I can do.” She left the room and returned a few minutes later with a bundle of clothes in hand. “I hope these will work, we sort of have a mishmash of things people leave here. I’ll come back in a minute to get your stuff and his in the wash.”

Beckman peeled off his wet shirt and pants and slipped into the sweats and t-shirt Riley provided. She returned to take their items to the washroom, gathering the wet bundle in her arms. “I’ll be down the hall. Let me know when he wakes up, okay?” she said before turning around and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

What a day it had been for the two of them, Beckman thought. What Shanks had sworn would be a pretty standard treasure grab turned into a bloodbath - mostly for them, sure, but he and Shanks had gotten some good shots in on the other guys. The other guys who were greater in number, stronger, and who Beckman had fucking told Shanks they didn’t have a chance infiltrating and stealing from, but no, Shanks swore they could handle it, that they just needed a single bag of gold to get by, and they’d be in and out easily. And now here they were - no treasure, no ship, and even their weapons were at the bottom of the sea.

Between the two of them, Beckman had always been the voice of reason. He was a good bit older than the man he considered his captain and his friend, and in the short time they’d been traveling together, he realized it was on him to keep Shanks from losing his head in the clouds. But it was a trade-off - Beckman was the angel on Shanks’ shoulder, but Shanks was the devil on his. He helped the older man lighten up a little, and Beckman couldn’t deny that the two had a lot of fun.

Beckman didn’t know how much time had passed when he heard a soft groan from the man in the bed. “Shanks?” he said. Shanks grimaced a little before opening his eyes to see his friend leaning over him.

“Oh hey, Beck.” Shanks took a minute to allow himself to feel the pain in his wounds and the cotton sheets on his naked body. He looked around the small room as his eyes adjusted. “Where are we?”

Beckman rose from his seat and habitually patted his pocket, seeking out his pack of cigarettes before remembering that they were with his pants and destroyed by sea water. He sighed. “After those pirates kicked our asses,” he began with a pointed look at Shanks, “the village doctor came out and rescued us. We’re at her place. You got a bullet in the arm and one in your ass. Also we have no ship and no money. So, hope it was worth it.” He wanted a cigarette so badly.

Shanks could only let out a gentle laugh. “Welp, we tried!” He shrugged his shoulders, wincing with pain at the movement.

“We tried and now we’re stranded on some island.” Beckman could feel himself getting heated. “We’ve got nothing, Shanks, what are we gonna do?”

Shanks laid his head back against the feather pillow, a smile on his face. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Beckman could feel a headache coming on, and Shanks had only been conscious for a few minutes. He couldn’t imagine how his captain could be so blasé about such a serious situation. But that’s just how Shanks was sometimes. Beckman took the opportunity to step out of the room, taking a breath to calm down before going to seek out Riley.

“Riley?” he called softly. Her head stuck out from behind a door at the end of the hall.

“He awake?” she asked.

“Yup.” Without a word, Riley made her way to Shanks’s room. Beckman resumed his place in the chair.

“Shanks, I’m Riley. How are you feeling?” she asked, one hand resting on the door jamb. He looked up and saw the woman who saved him for the first time. She was on the taller side with dark hair and brown eyes. Shanks was taken aback - he’d seen a lot of pretty women in his day, but to him, she was particularly beautiful. And she had saved his life. Remembering the bullet hole in his ass, he realized she’d probably also seen him naked. He blushed a little at the thought.

“I’m doing okay, all things considered,” he said with a crooked smile. A pretty woman in the vicinity meant Shanks reflexively turned on the charm.

“Are you in pain?” she asked.

“A little, but I’ve had worse.” His ass really, really hurt. Arm too, but especially the ass. He could not let the pretty woman know.

Riley giggled - she saw straight through him. She excused herself to the main office and came back a minute later with a syringe full of clear liquid.

“This will sting at first, but I promise it’ll help.” Shanks inhaled through his teeth as the cold liquid entered his muscles around the bullet hole in his arm, but the cold and the pain subsided in seconds.

“Roll over so I can get the other one,” Riley ordered. Oh boy, she was gonna see his ass again. Shanks wasn’t sure why he was feeling so self-conscious. It’s not like she was the first woman to see him naked. Shanks obeyed regardless.

“So what led to this whole situation?” Riley asked, as she discarded the syringe and took a spot on the edge of the bed. Beckman recounted the tale, emphasizing the fact that it was a stupid plan - it was for some reason very important to him that she knew that he knew that it was stupid, and that he was not the mastermind behind it.

Riley spoke when Beckman finished, shaking her head. “Another day, another bunch of pirates doing stupid pirate things. So you guys are shit outta luck then, huh?”

Shanks and Beckman looked at each other. “Yeah, basically,” Shanks replied. “I take it you get a lot of people like us around here?”

“Oh yeah, pretty much constantly. Pirates love this island. This island tolerates pirates.” Riley rose from her spot on the bed. “Like I said, you’re welcome to stay until you’re healthy, but after that you’re on your own. I’m going to go make dinner, be back in a bit.” With that, she left the room.

“So what’s the plan now, Captain?” Beckman said pointedly. Shanks chose to ignore the attitude from his second in command.

“Well first we get me healthy. Then we figure it out. We’ll ask Riley what’s around here, maybe she can help us.”

Beckman said nothing, he just turned to the window and watched as the last rays of sunlight faded from the sky.

“I want her to join our crew,” Shanks said. Beckman turned around and stared at him incredulously.

“You want her to join our crew? First of all, why her? Second of all, what crew? It’s just us and we don’t even have a ship to sail on anymore. We’re barely a crew, Shanks, we’re…we’re just two assholes trying and failing at being pirates. She’s not gonna leave her home to come fuck around the oceans with us.”

“Come on, every pirate crew starts somewhere! We got a captain, a vice captain, and soon we’ll have a doctor. I was hoping we’d get a cook or a navigator first, but hey. I bet we can convince her to do it.”

“How, exactly?” Beckman replied. He really, really, wanted a cigarette.

“Dunno!” Shanks said, placing his uninjured arm behind his head in a relaxed manner. “We’ll figure it out.”

Beckman groaned. “You keep saying that. I’ll believe it when I see it. Also, you didn’t answer my first question.”

“What question?” Shanks asked innocently. Beckman couldn’t tell if he was playing stupid or genuinely didn’t remember.

“Why her?”

Shanks grinned. “Dunno. Just have a feeling.”

Not long later, Riley returned carrying a tray laden with three steaming bowls of stew, bread, a bottle of sake, and a carafe of water. Beckman rose to take it from her hands, placing it on a side table and handing a bowl to Shanks. Meanwhile, Riley poured the sake.

“This smells amazing, doc,” Shanks said. “Thank you for saving me. And for the food.” Riley shrugged. “No need to thank me. Not gonna let you starve under my watch.” She smiled slyly at him.

The three made light conversation over dinner. Shanks and Beckman told her about how they met and their adventures together so far, while Riley told them about life in the village as a doctor. The conversation flowed easily between them and was full of laughter. Riley had met a number of pirates in her time as a doctor on Isha Island, and many interactions she’d had weren’t quite this pleasant. With pirates, it truly was a crapshoot what kind of person she’d end up meeting.

“So what made you two become pirates? Like, what are you after?” Riley asked, taking a sip of her sake.

“Short term,” Beckman began, “Freedom, adventure. Money, but out of necessity more than anything. I’m sure you get a lot of asshole pirates here, but we don’t start trouble unless we need to.”

“We’re not afraid to finish it though, if it happens to come our way,” added Shanks.

“And long term?” asked Riley. The two men looked at each other.

“Long term,” said Shanks, “Have the strength to protect people. Maybe be an Emperor. Find the One Piece.”

Riley stopped with her drink halfway to her mouth, then burst into laughter.

“Oh you’re those kind of pirates!” she guffawed.

“She doesn’t believe us, Beck,” Shanks said to his first mate, his voice full of mirth.

“Can you blame her?”

“You laugh, doc, but the One Piece is real. I know that for a fact.” Shanks’s tone became more serious, though the crooked smile remained on his face.

“Oh?” Riley replied. “And how do you know that?”

“Because I grew up on Gold Roger's ship.” Riley met his gaze. The look in his brown eyes told her he was completely serious. She looked to Beckman for confirmation, who only nodded.

Riley cleared her throat. “So you know what the One Piece is, then? And where?”

“Eh, sorta. It’s complicated,” Shanks said. “I unfortunately wasn’t there when they found it. A friend of mine was sick and I stayed behind with him. In theory, though, I have most of the information that I need.”

“So what’s stopping you then? Why not just go for it?”

Shanks shrugged his uninjured shoulder. “It’s not time yet. Not sure when it will be either. But it’ll happen. I might be 40, but it’ll happen.”

Riley could only look to Beckman. “And you believe him?”

“I do,” Beckman replied. “I haven’t known Shanks for long but I know him well enough to know he’s not bullshitting me. And I do believe he’ll get there one day. I wouldn’t be on his crew if I didn’t.”

“So now that you know what we’re all about,” Shanks said to Riley. “Wanna join us?”

Riley’s eyes grew wide. “You want me to join you? You’re serious?”

“Deadly,” said Shanks. Beckman only looked at her and nodded in assertion. When his captain’s mind was made up, there was no changing it.

“We just met,” Riley said.

“So?” replied Shanks, “Beck and I had only known each other a few days before he joined me.”

“I’m not a pirate.”

“Most people don’t start out as pirates. I’m a rare exception.” Shanks said with a wink.

“I can’t sail very well, I’ve never even been more than a mile out to sea.”

“We’ll teach you what you need to know,” he responded.

“I can’t fight.”

“You don’t have to.”

Riley was getting frustrated. Couldn’t this guy take a hint? She rose from her seat, crossing her arms as she began pacing the room.

“You don’t even know me!”

“I know that you’re kind,” Shanks said softly. “And that’s the type of person I want on my crew.”

“Since when do pirates care about kindness?” Riley scoffed. “You don’t even know me,” she reiterated.

“Riley, you went out to sea after that battle, of your own volition, pulled our soggy asses out of the water, and saved my life. Not only that, you also washed our clothes and made us dinner, and are letting us, who have absolutely no money to our names, stay here until I’ve recovered. People who aren’t kind don’t do that.”

“I’m a doctor, Shanks, I have an ethical obligation to care for anyone who needs help.”

“And you know what type of people hold themselves to ethical standards? Kind people. Boom. Beckman, hit me.” Shanks held his closed fist out to his vice captain, awaiting a bump. Beckman rolled his eyes, but obliged. Riley couldn’t help but laugh before a silence settled between the three, letting her mind mull over the proposition. “You don’t have to decide now,” Shanks said. “But just…think about it, okay? I promise, it’ll be worth your while. Just give me a chance.” She looked up and met his eyes, which sparkled with something she couldn’t quite place. Riley couldn’t explain why - it went against all logic - but for some reason, she really, truly trusted this guy. This strangely charming idiot who she just met who wants to find the legendary One Piece.

“Okay, I’ll think about it,” Riley replied. “But for now, you both should get some rest.” She gathered up their bowls and cups and stacked them on the tray. “The bathroom is at the end of the hall. Beckman, I’ve set up a bed for you in the room across from this one. Oh! Which reminds me, I almost forgot.” Riley ran out of the room and came back with some loose cigarettes and a lighter, which she handed to Beckman. “As a doctor I can’t condone smoking, but I also know nicotine withdrawal is a bitch. Just smoke out the window, ‘kay?”

“Holy shit…thank you.” Beckman replied, in awe of the kind gesture. Shanks sure did have a way of reading people, and Beckman knew his captain’s analysis of her was spot on.

“I sleep upstairs, just come get me if either of you need anything.” Riley made her way across the small room, stopping and turning at the door. “Goodnight, boys.”

“Goodnight,” they echoed back.

Riley climbed the stairs to her room and prepared herself for bed. As she brushed her teeth, the conversation with Shanks and Beckman replayed in her head. They wanted her to join them? And become a pirate? Holy shit, were they crazy?

The largely rational side of Riley’s brain gave an outright No. But the less logical, more fantastical side reared its ugly head for the first time in a while. You should do it! It’ll be fun! it insisted. Riley didn’t love that part of her brain, and tried to keep it suppressed whenever possible, as it had a tendency to cause trouble. It occurred to her that Beckman seemed like the kind of person to be much the same way.

Climbing into bed, Riley started a list of pros and cons in her head. Pros:,she thought, It would be fun. I feel like I can trust them. I’d get to see the world. My life could be over at any point, I should take some risks while I can.

Riley rolled onto her side, struggling to get comfortable. Cons: They have no ship. No money. No crew except the two of them. The red head might be crazy, going after the One Piece. They could be human traffickers for all I know. They could be murderers. They could cut me up and use me for fishing bait. I mean I don’t think they will, but still. My life could be over at any point, it’s silly to take a risk like this when I have a good, stable life here.

Okay, the cons were in the lead. But that little part of her mind didn’t want to let it go. As she felt her eyelids get heavy, she allowed the gears to turn in her brain. What if I could get rid of some of those cons? What if I could help them out? As Riley drifted off, she thought of stepping onto a real pirate ship and going out to sea for the first time.

The next morning, Riley awoke when the sun from the window reached her sleeping form. She stretched, and couldn’t help but smile. She knew how to make the logical choice into the one she wanted to make.

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