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strawbeerossi · 7 months

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Sweet Treat

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Penelope gives you aphrodisiac chocolates as a gag gift. Whenever you and Spencer have a movie night, you both don’t realize what sweets you are delving into.

Content/Warnings: Awkward little banter between friends, mutual pining is mentioned, food/eating, aphrodisiacs, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.4K

Kinktober Day Twenty Three: Aphrodisiacs

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“Penelope, what the hell is this?” You asked, a laugh leaving your lips as you looked over the container of what looked to be normal chocolate. “Well! I found it online and apparently it’s some of that chocolate that you eat and you just wanna go crazy on the first person you see.” She giggled.

A girls night meant all sorts of things but whenever Penelope pulled out presents, you knew exactly where this was going. You and the girls had met up at her place about an hour ago. After ordering Chinese takeout and having way too much wine, the night had taken a bit of a turn when it came to discussions. Women talk. Sex was a main topic between you and your small friend group.

“So you are giving them to me?! P, I don’t even have a boyfriend.” You laughed. “Who needs a boyfriend whenever you can have fun with anyone in the world. Just keep them.”

And so you did. It was days after the fact whenever you were inviting Spencer over for a marathon of your favorite show. It was going to be fun, you and your best friend from the office watching your favorite show together. He’d offered to pick up food on the way, which he’d stuck with a good Thai place that you both had eaten at numerous times before whenever you got back from a particularly late case.

Spencer was your best friend on the team, the both of you being closer in age compared to the rest of the crew you worked with. Plus you had similar interests when it came to books, movies, among other things. You’d greeted him with a wide smile the minute the door opened. “Hey!” You grinned while moving to hug him. Despite his disdain for hugs or being touched, he’d slowly began to let you in more. He was happy to hug you or have you hold his hand whenever you needed to pull him somewhere else in a crowded room without losing him.

He enjoyed being by your side. Honestly, he was sure he was in love with you because of how caring you were. You listened to his rambles and even asked him further questions. You even laughed at the jokes that were complicated to understand. You were truly a light shining bright on the team. “I hope you have snacks because I didn’t even stop.” Spencer groaned after returning the hug with one arm as his foot kicked the front door shut. “I do. I have a lot in the kitchen.” You assured.

You'd started the new season of your show together and gotten through dinner within a few episodes before Spencer disappeared into the kitchen as you paused the program on tv. “Don’t take too long! I gotta see how this plays out!” You called while leaning back against the couch, pulling the blanket over your body while letting out a soft hum. Spencer had ended up grabbing some chocolate. Which he didn’t read over the label as he grabbed a tab from the container and looked it over. “That’s cute. It’s got little shapes.” He chuckled to himself, breaking one in half as he was moving to take a bite from the rich milk chocolate. It was to die for, so he had to take the other half to you so you could try before you both tore into the bag together.

“Try this. It’s so rich. I actually love it.” He’d commented. You weren’t paying attention to what the chocolate looked like, bringing it up to your nose and smelling it before you were pulling the piece in your mouth. Which it was delicious, your eyebrows raising. “Wow, that really is good.” You laughed, watching as Spencer was sitting down and passing over snacks to you. “We can eat the chocolate later. You know sweet stuff can either send me flying on the walls or I end up feeling bad to do anything.” Fair enough.

It was an hour later when you were on another episode, your body was feeling hot as you shifted uncomfortably on the couch. You wouldn’t like to think that you were attracted to the program, it was a horror series and you were in the middle of a chase scene. So why else were you squirming?

Just as you were going to excuse yourself to take care of the heat in your belly, you noticed Spencer shifting uncomfortably, a pillow resting over his lap. Then you thought about the chocolate, your eyes widening as you were shooting up from the couch and rushing to the kitchen. Spencer watched you, turning slightly on the couch to watch you curiously through the doorway. That’s when you see the box, a soft groan leaving your lips as you lifted up the sex candy while bringing a hand up to rest against your face. ‘

Just great. You knew you should’ve just put it in your room.

“Spencer.” The sound of your voice had him nearly jumping out of his skin as he quickly faced the tv again. “Yeah?” He asked as his hand clutched the pillow harder. Maybe you’d caught him. Even someone who wasn’t a profiler could tell there was something going on, not to mention the growing tension between the both of you.

Mutual pining was normal and you both weren’t exempt from that. Spencer was an awkward rambler but you found it endearing. Just as he found you as equally as endearing even if you were quiet a good majority of the time and relished in his ramblings about whatever was brought up. You both enjoyed each other's presence, the two of you spending time together more often than not.

Those unsaid mutual feelings made this whole situation worse.

You approached the couch again as you slowly sat down beside Spencer again, body leaning back against the couch as you could feel yourself hot, face flushed as you couldn’t sit still to save your life. Spencer had now taken notice, clearing his throat. “I-I uh.. I may need to leave soon. M-mom’s facility called.” A lie but it would be a smooth getaway.

“Oh, yeah. Uh, it might be for the best! I forgot that I have to..” Your eyes glanced around the room. “Reorganize my bookshelf!” Less subtle. “R-right. Uh, This seems weird but can you close your eyes for a minute? I just..” His eyes were glued on the pillow, making you bring your eyes down as well. “O-oh.”

“It’s not because of the show!” He squeaked, face bright red as he was looking back at the screen. “I don’t- I don’t know why but I was looking at you and it just.. I don’t know!” He whined. His awkwardness made it hard for him to admit why there was a pillow on his lap outright, however you had clocked the reasons why.

“You know the chocolate..? Uh, Penelope gave me them the other day as a joke and they are.. They are essentially just sex chocolate.” Your face was hot, chest rising and falling as you were feeling the gush of slick in your panties from the heightened arousal. “Wait. Aphrodisiacs?!” Spencer was looking at you with wide eyes, mouth agape in shock. Well, at least he didn’t feel as bad from getting hard after giving you a few glances. There was a reason behind it.

The both of you stared at one another, faces hot and eyes blown out with lust. “So uh.. How long does this last?” Spencer finally asked, his brain being too clouded over with lust as he stared in your direction. “I-I wouldn’t know.. I never used them.” Your nose crinkled as the both of you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from one another. “I, uh, I lied about my reason to leave.” He stated the obvious while you couldn’t help but let a little laugh escape your lips. “I know..” You admitted, slowly pushing yourself to stand. “I um.. I don’t actually have to reorganize my bookshelf either..” You laughed awkwardly while heading over to stand in front of your best friend, hand moving to gently rest over the pillow. “I don’t want you to go.. Not yet. Can you, um, help me out a little bit? I trust you and you are here.” You rambled on as you put your hands together slowly. Spencer was looking at you with wide eyes as he nodded slowly.

“I’ll help.” You were both a bit awkward at first, the male letting you move the pillow before you were straddling his waist, the show in the background continuing to run as your best friend was blushing nervously. “I gotta admit that I’ve only done this one time before..” He spoke while you offered a smile. “It’s alright.” You whispered as you let your head dip down to connect your lips with his. Your bodies were buzzing with electricity as you were deepening the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair while his hands were gripping your hips.

You never thought you’d be in this position, tongue in your closest friend’s mouth while your hips were grinding down against his. You felt a fire inside of you, your body desperate to be bare and touched. As you pulled out of the kiss much to Spencer’s dismay, you were tugging your shirt over your head before tossing it somewhere else in the room. The sight of your breasts in a white bra had Spencer’s Adams apple bobbing as his eyes were trained on the lace that accentuated your skin. “It’s pretty right? One of my favorites.” You comment while watching his eyes stare at your tits with a new sense of hunger in his eyes.

You took it as a great sign as your hand was reaching behind you, unclasping the top before letting it fall somewhere with your shirt. His hands were quickly coming up to cup your breasts before he was just diving right in, wet kisses being pressed against your skin before his lips were wrapping around your nipple, tongue flicking over the nub as your fingers tangled in his hair. “Fuck.” You cursed while his attention was focused on your chest.

Your body was perfect.

As he had gotten enough though, he was pulling back to examine your chest that was covered in a few hickies and your hardened nipples. “You look so pretty.” It wasn’t akin to being called a whore or a slut but you honestly liked it. The way he complimented your body had your cheeks heating up as you were lifting your hips when he had gained enough confidence to work on your pants. He’d tugged down your pants and panties before working on his own pants.

“Eager?” You commented, a little giggle leaving your lips as Spencer looked at you as if you’d grown another head. “Have you seen yourself?! Of course I’m eager!” He defended himself, causing the both of you to share a laugh. “I hate to rush this but-” He was cut off by a groan as your hand reached between you both to give his leaking cock a few tugs. “I know, me too. You can make up for the lack of foreplay later.” You wiggled your eyebrows as you pressed your lips against his once more, your leaking hole sinking down onto his cock.

The both of you had let out moans muffled in one another’s mouths as your hips rocked slowly, getting adjusted to the man’s thick cock. It was always the awkward nerds who had the best surprises.

Your head was falling on his shoulder as he held your hips with a bruising grip. He wasn’t one to have sex often, not being lucky like Derek in the department of women effortlessly throwing themselves at him. He knew that this scenario was one he never imagined happening, your velvety walls clenching tightly around this bare cock while you essentially used him as a human dildo to get yourself off.

He wasn’t complaining in the slightest, watching your face contort in ecstasy as his hips were thrusting upwards to slam into your leaking cunt, a groan falling from his lips as his head tilted back against the sofa. You were whining and moaning with each thrust that he matched with your movements, eventually pushing the one place you needed most. The impact had your hands clutching tightly to his shoulders as you let your mouth fall open with a soft cry.

“Oh my god, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Your words were slurred, the effects of the aphrodisiacs heightening all of your arousal so you felt like you were going to burst at the seams. Your body was hot, hips surely bruised by Spencer’s rough grip as he slammed into you as well as your legs shaking from their position.

When you did hit your peak, you were tightly grabbing Spencer’s shoulders as your hips slammed down into his lap, ass hitting his thighs at an unsteady rhythm. Spencer however, was quickly flipping you both over, your body sprawled out against your living room couch as he was rolling on top of you.

Taking the opportunity, he wasn’t skipping a beat as his hips slammed into yours, your sensitive cunt contracting around his cock as he was bringing himself to climax. As your moans and whines from overstimulation echoed in the apartment, his own whines of desperation were falling from his lips.

His cock twitched inside of your used pussy, quickly making the effort to pull out of you as he jerked at his leaking cock, a low huff leaving his lips as ropes of cum were now pooling in your stomach, glazing your bare skin as he let out a weak whine. As you lay there covered in his spent, your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as you made the effort to catch your breath.

“I think that chocolate needs to be thrown away to avoid incidents like this again,” his voice pulled you out of your post sex haze as you laughed a little. “Are you kidding? I think we need to do this every time we watch our show together.” You teased, making Spencer shake his head with a smile.

“At least hide it for when you have anyone else over. I don’t think I’ll survive if this mix up happens with someone else.”

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eyesxxyou · 10 months

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Fun & Games

☆🕷️。・hobie brown x blackcat!reader

rating. m

word count. 3.3k

synopsis. you and Hobie have long been playing the game of cat and spider. you chase, you fight, you fuck, you fight again, and you two love your games. but it's truly all fun and games until you manage to get your hands on an interdimensional device.

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🐾warning: p in v sex, unprotected sex don't do that children, possessive!hobie, public sex, y/n is a real hoe and I love her for that, odd love hate relationship, clit slapping, Gwen's here very briefly, wall sex, bondage, mentions of injury, just me being horny so it's kinda horribly written, lemme know if I missed anything

"She's gotta be somewhere." Gwen sat perched on a ledge, the eyes of her mask wide and alert for any sign of the anomaly. In other words, you. You had somehow managed to get your hands on a interdimensional device of Miguel's making and have been hopping all around the multiverse causing mayhem. "You sure you have no idea where she's at? She's from your dimension after all, not to mention-"

The thing is, the devices don't show exact locations. They just tell you what dimension others are in. Leaving Gwen and Hobie hopping about right after you to put you back where you belong.

It was Hobie's fault after all. Being the Black Cat of his dimension meant you were good at sleight of hand. A single run in with you and next thing he knows his device is gone, his cock is hard, and he misses you so fucking much.

"Yeah, yeah, i's my fault or whateva." He spoke over the communicator, his eyes scanning across the streets for just a peek of that brilliant white hair of yours. "I'll keep an eye out, jus' stay where you are and don't underestimate 'er. She'll put you on ya arse before ya know it." He's gone toe to toe with you plenty of times to know that you're rather skilled in combat. And for reasons he'd also know that you're flexible.

He cut off his device, the one Miguel reluctantly gave him after laying into him over his incompetence. "You're gonna deal with this mess you've made!" He almost crushed the device in his hand from gripping it so hard as he pushed it into Hobie's chest. "You get her back to where she belongs then you're out. You're done."

Hobie honestly couldn't give less of a damn about being booted from the society. Taking orders and being a part of a team was really cramping his style. Preferred it when it was just him and his own dimension's problems.

He hopped between buildings in this dimension looking for any marker of you. Your cloud-like hair done always in wild, untamed curls that somehow manage to sit perfect around your face. You wore black leather, nice sharp spikes, claws you made yourself that left their scar against his chest as well as down his back.

Hobie liked how complicated your relationship is. How you constantly kept him on his toes, remained so inconsistent that he never got bored. One second you were on your knees, his cock weighing heavy on your pretty tongue, just narrowly missing the angel bite piercings you had with fangs in, and the next, you were trying to claw his eyes out of his face. You were batshit fucking insane and he was absolutely in love with you though, he'd never admit that.

He hoped he found you before Gwen did— it's been just a little under a month and he's been feening for you, spending his lonely nights when he doesn't have a million wounds and a few broken bones to tend to with his hand wrapped firmly around his cock and your name wetting his lips with prayer. He's fucking pussy-whipped, desperate, absolutely nuts for you.

And when he finds you (which he always does somehow), you're hopping across a rooftop and sliding down a gutter into a nearby alleyway. He follows you stealthily, lingering in the shadows as he rounds the corner and drops into the shady alley. But he finds you aren't there. He pauses, talks a moment to let his instincts take the lead.

It just took a second, a small tingle, the hairs on the back of his neck standing but he hardly had any time to react before you were on his back with your claws pressed against his throat. "Ya missed me?" You whispered in his ear with the touch of a smile in your voice.

Hobie moved quickly, pushing the both of you back until your back slammed against the jagged brick wall and your grip loosened just enough for him to pry himself out of your clawed hold. He webbed you up with your hands trapped above your head. Your goggles were already pushed up into your wild hair and your cat-like eyes gleamed at him. "I'd say you do."

Hobie reached up and pulled off his mask. “Nice to see ya too, Y/N. We can have our reunion once ya back where ya belong.”

“Never took you as the type to join a committee of interdimensional spider fascist.” You scoff, wriggling your wrist against the binding of his webs but you know all too well how strong they actually are. Many times have you been caught in his web, bent in all sorts of positions. He’s always been your favorite toy.

“No’ by choice. You did me a fava’ actually, they gave me the boot ‘cause of you.” He came close, his tall, lean stature looming over you as he removed the watch from your wrist and deactivated it. Hobie looked down at you, looking into your sultry eyes that told him you just wanted to sit on his dick then make your grand escape. You’re always dressed in leather, your shorts so tight and small it leaves hardly anything to the imagination. You were wearing those torn up, distressed tights he loved so much and that he’s definitely torn his own fair share of holes in.

“Don’t you want to know why I went to the places I did?”

“There’s a reason?” He thought it was just you fucking around, trying to cause as much mayhem as possible, begin a nice little collection of diamonds stolen from different dimensions. Your motivations were always a bit hard to decipher.

You leaned in as close as you could in the position you were stuck in and whispered to him, “All the dimensions I went to had a version of you in them. I wanted to see which one was my favorite.” It was a confession of sin just between the two of you in this dark little alleyway he had you stuck in. “Would you like me to tell you about the other yous I’ve met?” You took his stoic silence as answer enough.

“There was one with the prettiest eyes. One blue and one brown. I got to look in them while I rode his pretty face. He made me cum so hard.” Your voice was so heavy with the memory of it but you didn’t linger. “And the other one, nice, long locs. He fucked me so good my legs were shaking. Oh- and the other one made me squirt for the first time-”

Your descriptions sparked something primal in Hobie, something carnal and possessive. A part of him was aroused at the thought of your pretty little cunt he was absolutely addicted to getting ran through by different versions of himself. Maybe you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you, why else would you do something like this?

“You a lil’ whore, ya know tha’, kitty?” His hands were already at the waist of your shorts, undoing the makeshift button you had made after he broke the original one a while ago. His lips were on yours, licking and biting feverishly in attempt to get a taste of you. “Guess I gotta remind you who you belong to.” He needed to tame your pretty little pussy, domesticate it, make it purr for him.

“I don’t belong to anyone, you know that.” You murmur against his lips, shifting your hips to make it easier for him to get your shorts out of the way. He pulled them down to your knees just above your boots and shifted away from you to duck under and slot his way between your nylon-clad thighs. He trailed kisses up the length of your body as he made his way back up, shoving your torn shirt up so his lips could feel your heated skin. “I’d beg to diffa, luv. I think you know ya slutty pussy belongs to me because why else would you hop aroun’ the multiverse just to hook up wit’ me ova and ova again?” He forced your shirt up over your tits, leaving you nice and exposed, unable to do anything about it even if you wanted.

“I’ve just gotta show you tha’ the original is always the bes’.” He had no time to take his time, to worship every inch, every curve, every dimple. He wanted his cock in you, he wanted to fuck you hard, fast, and deep. He wanted to destroy that pride of yours and force you to admit that he will always be your favorite.

He knows that's just how you like it. Rough, quick, and almost animalistic with a hint of risk. You can't get off without it.

He tears a new hole in your tights right that the crotch and finds that your panties are already soaked, the vague outline of your plump pussy pressing against the fabric that clings to you like a second skin. He gets so hard at just the sight of it, so hard it becomes painful. "I's been a long fuckin' time." Hobie breathed out under his breath. "Ma favorite girl missed me I can see." He pressed the bulge of his cock against your wet, desperate cunt.

Your muscles tense and shudder uncontrollably as your lips attempt to contain a horrid little whimper. You weren't usually so sensitive, Hobie could feel your thighs clamping at his hips in an attempt to close your legs. His fingers slid past your panties and pulled them to the side just to find that your pussy was already pink and swollen, abused and misused by all the cocks you've already taken. You were so damn sensitive, your bud throbbing and engorged.

Hobie couldn't help but let out a chuckle, a smirk framing the scoff he let out. "A fuckin' slut, I tell you. You've already been so damn ran through." He slapped your pussy nice and firm and your whole body jolted with the pain and pleasure it caused and you cried out a little too loud.

"Migh' wanna be quiet. Ya don't wan' someone coming down and seeing your poor cut gettin' abused." His fingers slid between your slick folds, every part of you tender to the touch, every movement leaving your body trembling. It's pathetic how quickly he can have you and squeaking, whining, crying mess. A street cat tame by those long, slender fingers of his as he plays in your mess, a reminder of all the other hims you've had. You had been out on a conquest and somehow it's ending with you getting conquered.

It was easy for him to glide his fingers into your heat, the pad of his thumb drawing circles on your poor clit while he used his other hand to grab your chin and force you to look him in the eyes. "Can you feel tha'?' Your cunt was swallowing his digits down to the knuckle and squeezing. "Nice lil' kitty is purrin' fo' me. Think I migh' make 'er a house cat."

"Go fuck yourself." You manage to choke out between the strangled moans of your throat. Hobie chuckled and kissed you, nice and hard with his tongue against yours and his fingers playing your pussy like a fiddle. God, he was so good at what he did, knew just where your sweet spot was to have you crumbling in his hold.

He pulled back a little, both of your lips wet with saliva, and nipped at your bottom lip. His fingers pumped in and out of your trembling pussy that wept for him, your slick dripping from his knuckles. You writhed against your restraints, claws sawing at his webbing to little avail. And you knew his fingers were nothing compared to that gorgeous cock of his that fit in you so snuggly and touched places that, before him, you hadn’t even known existed.

But his fingers were so good, able to caress your walls in ways his length couldn’t. His thumb rubbed your clit ferociously, sending spiked balls of pleasure to every muscle in your body. You spasmed, back arching off the walls, eyes rolling, vision blurry. “S-stop fuckin’ with me.” You manage to spit out at him in a shaking gasp.

“But fuckin’ wit’ ya is my favorite part.” Hobie slipped his fingers from your messy hole and took it upon himself to get a taste. “Plus, i’s no’ like you show me any mercy when ya in one of ya moods. I’ve gotta point to prove here.” His hands began to undo his belt with rushed persistence.

“And what point is that?” You watch him pull himself out, the length of his cock pressed against your pelvis. Prettiest you’ve ever seen, nice and long with subtle veins and dark brown tip beading with pearls of precum that weep from his tip and roll down the underside of his shaft.

Hobie maneuvered (more like manhandled) your fame so that your legs were up over his shoulders. He spat on his fingers, used it as lube to spread down his length. “Tha’ you ‘n I both know you can’t replace me with some off brand version.”

“Oh, I’d argue they were very on brand. All had that pretty face of yours. That prettier cock.” Your words faltered a bit as he pushed into you without so much as a warning, jealousy getting the better of him. His fingers grip your thighs, body pressing you into the wall while his hips rutted against you. He fucked you like an animal, his teeth gritting, his cock brutalizing your used up cunt. And the position allowed him to sink so deep you felt him in your gut, in your throat, in your very head. He fucked the air out of your lungs but that didn’t stop your cries of pleasure.

And as pretty as they were, Hobie didn’t need the two of you being stumbled upon. He placed his palm over your mouth, kept you placid and quiet white he fucked you with intention. He was gonna claim your pussy, paint it white, make it his, let you know that no matter how hard you try the two of you will always find yourself dancing to this same song. You’d fight, you’d fuck, you’d fight again, you’d fuck again. Sometimes you were allies, sometimes you were enemies, but at all times you were lovers.

He spanked your swollen clit while he fucked you in such a brutal nature. There was no sympathy for you, no mercy, no kindness offered. Just carnality unmatched by any of your other affairs. It might be the spider venom bound to his DNA making him this way. Hobie– normal Hobie, rational Hobie– was not a jealous person, especially not towards someone who, in all cases, did not belong to him.

The emotions of it were conflicting. The mixture of jealousy and arousal at the thought of you with another version of himself because in all the ways that made him who he was on paper was, he was with you every single time. Genetically, generally, the vague outline of himself. But the experiences were different, slightly tweaked in a way, and in the way that matters you had fucked entirely different people. And that was the fun of it. What would be the point of sleeping with the same person over and over again if not for the slight differences every time.

Hobie wondered if they made you feel this way, your back arching so dramatically off the wall, your eyes going cross with pleasure as your moans are contained behind his palm. The two of you had so much shared history that even if they were better, it still wouldn't compare. He knew you like he knew many things, on a level balanced by emotion and technicality.

The two of you were never meant to be anything more than this, a quick, filthy fuck in the back alley of some random place and yet you both were sure you were soulmates in some sick twisted way. You'd both go around in these pointless circles having the most fun with never making the effort to define yourselves or restrict yourselves to something that wasn't completely and entirely you.

Your toes curled in your boots as you felt the brutality of an orgasm coming your way. It built within you, clawing to get out like you clawed through the webs. It seized you like being strangled, curled around your body, left you warm and fuzzy and delirious.

"Look a' me, luv. Look a' me with those pretty eyes of yours." The way he fixed your face forward, made you look him in the eyes. "Nice lil' pussy gonna make me cum." Your walls spasmed, hugged him, squeezed around his length, molding to every curve, every vein. If only his hand weren't over your mouth, you'd kiss his pretty lips and tell him to shut the fuck up and just fuck you, just lose himself in you.

And oh, was he losing himself. An orgasm quickly approaching on the horizon. Hobie pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes low and sultry as he removed his hand from your mouth and gripped your thighs once more. "Fuck-" Hobie gasps and shudders, his abdomen tightening with the beginnings to a climax.

"Go ahead, pretty boy. You said you have a point to prove, right? Go ahead and prove it." You watched in breathless pants as he takes his pleasure in you, comes undone for you, his fingertips pressing bruises into your supple skin. "You're my favorite, my pretty boy." You confess to him. In all versions, you were simply looking for him, something you didn't find, no matter how eerily similar they all were.

Hobie murmurs something incoherent under his breath as he cums. He's swift with pulling out, just in time to spill his hot semen all over your heat. He claimed you like he always wanted to, with the way his hands left bruises in your skin, with the way his trembling cock spread his cum all over you, how his lips claimed yours in a moment of passion.

"You can stop pretendin' to be trapped now." Hobie murmured against your lips, pulling away and running his thumb across your kiss-swollen bottom lip before making himself decent. You had long sawed your way through his webs, they never last that long. You let your arms drop. "Finally, they were startin' to hurt."

Hobie removes himself from your body, letting you take the time to get yourself together. "How much time do I have this time?" It was back to business as usual, not that either of you minded. You both enjoyed your games.

"A minute before I call my partna. Two before I start chasin' you myself." He always gave you a bit of a head start, maybe out of some soft spot he had for you. Sometimes he caught you, sometimes he didn't, it was all up to chance.

You pull your goggles out of you disheveled hair and fix them over your eyes. You lean into him, close enough that he thought you might kiss him. "I'll try not to break your nose this time, lovely." You peck his lips as a distraction as you slip your hand into the pocket of his vest and attempt to steal your stolen watch back.

Hobie's already thinking one step ahead of you. His hand grasps your wrist. "No' tha' generous. An' you've got 'bout 40 seconds lef'. Better get goin'." He's dealt with your bullshit more times than he can count. He knows what goes on in that pretty head of yourself, how you're always scheming, even against him— especially against him."

You scoff then chuckle. "Fine— c'ya 'round, Bee." You turn and rush off, grasping a gutter to leap up on the rooftop and run off.

You both love your fun and games.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #hobie brown #atsv #spiderman #hobie brown fic #hobie brown smut #spider punk #black cat #hobie x reader

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writersdelight · 3 months

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Hiii! I hope you're having a good day. I absolutely adore Husk, I just wanna smother him with hugs 😆

Could you write one with him and reader that takes place the night before extermination day? They love each other but are scared to admit it. Ultimately Angel Dusk convinces him to confess since 'tomorrow is never guaranteed'.

Lots of fluff and love please! Thank you! ❤️

“ I don’t know what to say..”

Husk/Reader fluff before the Extermination. Not long.

Word count: 842

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-> Content: Fluff, I hope this is tooth-rotting fluff, swearing, mentions of dying, not-proof read (we die like Adam)

-> Author’s note: My first request! Ajdjdgj. I don’t think I’ve written fluff ever, but I swear I tried my best. Tysm, Anon! I’m having a great day.

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Husk hadn’t been interested in making his feelings known during his life and that was all the more prevalent in death. When living in a place like Hell, you gotta be safe, keep your card close to your chest or someone will take advantage of you. He knew that all too well.. but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have certain soft spots..

He liked how you were so genuine, it’s part of what he loves about you. He knows he loves you- he’s good at understanding people and that includes himself. Even if it’s something.. that’s hard for him to admit. Something about the prospect of letting someone in like that is unnerving.

There was only a day left until the Extermination. The rest of the hotel residents were celebrating, trying to live it up before the battle tomorrow. There were some residents who were calmer.. one was Angeldust or well.. Anthony. He appreciated the change he saw in Angel.. Though in the moment with Angel at his bar, he knew the other could tell something was on his mind.

“ …you thinking about tomorrow, whiskers? It got you worried?”

“ ‘Course not. I’m just thinkin’ of how we might run out of booze at this rate.”

Husk laughed the question off, gesturing the empty bottles around the bar. Angel knew that he was lying. With the entire exorcist army about to be on their doorstep, there was practically no chance any of them would making it.. even you. He both loved and hated that you’d be fighting by his side. He loved your passion, the way you wanted to protect your loved ones, but that’s just it: he wants to protect you. You’re safest far away from there.

“ That’s bull and you know it. You’re worried.. but I don’t think you’re worried about you. I think it’s someone else. Someone special to ya~”

As he danced around outright saying the name, he gestured with all four of his hands over to you. You were wrapped up in a conversation with Cherri Bomb at the moment, talking about who knows what. Husk’s gaze followed Angel’s movements… he wasn’t wrong.

“ ……..………”

“ I knew it! You ain’t denying it.”

Angel had a grin on his face as if it was the most satisfying moment in his afterlife (though it certainly wasn’t).

“ You gonna make a move before it’s too late? Say something you need to?”

“….. I don’t think there’s anything I can to say. It’s.. complicated.”

Angel looked at him, taking the situation more seriously than he had before.

“ ….Husk, Buddy, tomorrow ain’t guaranteed. We both know it... so why not go tell your special little someone how you feel..? What’s there to lose?”

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The party had died down, most people were talking amongst themselves at this point… He had to gather himself to work up the nerve to go through with the confession. He knew that he loved you, he was almost positive you felt the same way, but that didn’t take the edge off of this type of deal. He took a breath before walking over to you..

“ Hey.. you mind joinin’ me upstairs?”

He wanted to be somewhere more private for this. Just the two of you.

“ I don’t mind at all.. something up?”

“ Nothin’ to worry about, doll.”

He guided you to the stairs. Once you two were at the top, he led you straight to his room.. you had never been in there. It was.. sort of nice. Certainly dingy. It’s exactly what you thought a man like him would have.

“ …what is this about?”

“ ……….”

He took a moment to figure out his words.. how can he say this? There are so many wrong ways to put it and the possibility of doing it right was slim to none.

“…..we might die tomorrow-”

“ I know that. There’s no where I would rather be than here. Someone needs to show these angels what happens when they pick a fight.”

You interrupted.

“ This isn’t about the damn fight- this is about you. Doll… I.. got feelings for you- I love you. I need you to know incase we’re both double dead tomorrow..”

He was almost surprised to hear the words leave his own mouth much less the surprise you felt.. your eyes met his in the moment after he confessed. There was a silence.

You had felt the same way, how couldn’t you? But putting it to words and saying what you both knew aloud..?

“ I-”

Husk couldn’t finish his sentence as you moved, tightly hugging him. You could feel him loosen up slightly, he had been so tense.. slowly he hugged back.

“…I feel the same, Husk.”

He smiled a bit.. his wings wrapped around you, pulling you closer. It was like you two were the only people in all of hell and that’s the way he likes it. You’re one of the best things that’s happened to him.

Tomorrow may not be guaranteed.. but you two will always have tonight.

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auras-moonstone · 8 months

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hi ursula! as a swiftie, would you be willing to write something with jack based on “Foolish One” by Taylor? thanks! and good luck with college!

hii, thank you so much! not gonna lie, i don’t think this is my best work, but i really tried my best and i hope you enjoy it<3 ps. i feel so bad for making jack act like an asshole 🥺

foolish one — jack champion

word count: 2,586

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

based on: foolish one by taylor swift

summary: y/n is in love with jack and he keeps her hoping for something that’s never going to come.

HER RELATIONSHIP WITH JACK WAS ONE OF THE MOST CONFUSING THINGS Y/N HAD EVER KNOWN. They had been friends for months, and somewhere along the way, their friendship got a little bit flirty. And Jack was a charming boy, so Y/N fell for him faster than the wind.

She was all in for him and has been open about her feelings since the very first day. And while her cards were on the table, Jack kept his in his hands. Y/N had no idea where he stood when it came to them. One day, he was the sweetest guy in the world, treating her like she was royalty—which kept her hopes high—and the next one he would ghost her and act cold.

The questions pounded her head whenever she laid in bed with nothing else to do. Most nights she would talk herself to sleep, answering her own doubts and justifying Jack’s behaviour. Y/N was mad about him, so mad she would overlook his bipolar attitude and block the voices in her head.

You’re not the exception, you’ll never learn your lesson, they said. She would shake her head and instead replace it with wishful thoughts—like him finally confessing his love. Confessions of love that, like her voices tried to warn, were never going to come.

Y/N’s friends saw right through Jack’s actions. He loved Y/N’s devoted disposition, but he didn’t want a relationship with her. And at the same time, he didn’t want to see her with someone else, so he kept her waiting and stringing her along. They had warned Y/N and tried multiple times to make her open her eyes, but it was a lost cause—she was in a denial haze, taking the long way down.

“I’m fine, guys. The shooting extended a bit, that’s it.” Y/N said on the phone, after her friends called her when she texted Jack couldn’t make it to their hang out.

“He kept you waiting for three hours, Y/N” Willow said, venom on her voice. She was so tired of Jack and his tricks.

“Well, he wasn’t allowed to use his phone on set until a few minutes ago.” Y/N shrugged. All of her friends could notice the tense tone, she was acting like she was fine.

Truth was, Y/N was disappointed. Though she really understood the complications that came with his work, she just really missed him. They hadn’t seen each other in days, and her heart longed for him.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” James spoke harshly.

Y/N was about to defend Jack when the bell rang. “I gotta go, guys. I’m okay, don’t worry about me. Love you.”

The girl, still in her skirt and top, opened the door to find a bouquet of roses in front of her face. The person holding them pulled the flowers down to make his face visible. There stood Jack, with his apologetic smile and a pout. “I’m really sorry, Y/N/N.”

Y/N smiled instantly, taking the roses. “Thank you, Jack. And it’s okay, really. I understand how shootings work.”

“You are so amazing, have I ever told you that?” he gave her his most charming smile and Y/N melted. “And you look so beautiful. Is it too late to hang out?”

Blushing like a school girl with a crush, Y/N shook her head and signalled him to come in. “I only have leftovers, hope that is okay.”

“It’s perfect” he assured her.

“Thanks for the roses, I love them.” she smiled contently as she put them on a vase.

“They reminded me of you.” Jack said, putting a strand of her head behind her ear. She looked at him curiously, as if telling him to expand. “I saw them on the flower shop and they brought me back to that shade of lipstick you wear, it looks so good on you.”

This was the side of Jack that she loved and confused her at the same time. She didn’t know what to call the situation—it wasn’t an interaction between two friends, but she couldn’t call Jack hers either. Y/N didn’t have a clue about Jack’s feelings towards her, and she was too much of a coward to ask, so she tried her best to seem bulletproof, to act as if his compliments didn’t ignite a fire on her.

“Y/N?” Jack spoke up as he paused the movie they had been watching for the last hour, making her lift her head that was resting on his shoulder. “I want to ask you something.”

Flickers of hope invaded her body. Was this it? Was he finally coming around? “Okay…”

“You know the premiere for my movie is next week, right?” Jack said, and she nodded. “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? As my date”

She bit the inside of her cheek to not scream in excitement. “Of course, I’d love to.”

He smiled widely and kissed her temple. “Perfect. Before you resume the movie I need to go to the bathroom, be right back.”

A few seconds later, a text notification was heard and Y/N, thinking it was her phone, read it from the locked screen.

i’m sorry i couldn’t meet you tonight :(

i feel really bad, but the photoshoot was longer than i expected

i’m free rn, maybe we can still meet up?

Y/N left the phone back on the table, as if it was a radioactive device. He had plans tonight? Was that why he came here? Because he didn’t have anything else to do?

“Hey, everything okay?” Jack asked, sitting back next to her.

“Yeah, just a bit tired.” she answered, body rigid as Jack grabbed his phone. She saw him scan the texts and she noticed he tried to bit back a smile.

“I have to go, anyways. Family emergency” he said, kissing her cheek. “I had fun, and your left overs were chef’s kiss.”

Y/N forced a laugh. “Me too”

When Jack left, she went to bed and the excuses unfolded all at once—maybe it was just a friend.

Then why would he lie? the voice on her head retorted

He didn’t want to make me feel bad about leaving. He had plans with her before me, after all.

Apparently everyone comes before you on his list of priorities, the voice said.

He asked me to be his date to the premiere. Me, not anyone else.

You will never learn your lesson.

Y/N HAD BEEN WAITING FOR HOURS ON HER COUCH WHEN HER FRIENDS SENT HER THE PICTURES OF JACK WITH ANOTHER GIRL AT THE PREMIERE. Once the information sinked down, she stayed sitting there frozen for a couple of minutes, trying to make sense of the situation. But there was no justification that came to mind this time, it was crystal clear, so Y/N went to change her clothes, completely defeated.

Her long black dress didn’t make her feel as pretty anymore (instead, it made her feel stupid) and the make-up she had worked on for hours—which she had copied from one tutorial on Youtube because she didn’t have a clue about the subject—had been washed away by her tears.

She had been played by Jack’s sick need to give love just to take it away in an instant. But this time it hurt even more, because Y/N had finally learnt her lesson and knew it was time to go, to get away from him. Jack had always been an expert at sorry’s, at keeping the lines blurry to mess up with her mind and heart, he sweet talked her and ignored her when he didn’t need her.

He hadn’t written her or called since the night he left her house for a supposed “family emergency”, and Y/N had told herself it was because he was very busy. Now she knew better, the silence meant something, it screamed “goodbye”. He finally got the girl he wanted on his arm, Y/N had been just a girl he kept in the wings, the foolish one that he kept content with just a couple of longing glances. She hadn’t seen the signs, or she hadn’t wanted to, and that’s why now she was leaning the hard way.

Y/N spent the following days in bed, the only times she got up were to go to the bathroom and make something to eat. She didn’t answer texts or calls, she wasn’t in the mood to talk. Her heart felt heavy, as if it had been beaten repeatedly—which it had, just not literally. There hadn’t been any signs of Jack—not an i’m sorry, or an explanation, not even a hi. He had erased her from his life as if she didn’t matter, as if she never existed. And it pained her, it pained her that on his mind, she wasn’t even deserving of an apology.

On day seven of self-isolation, James barged into her house. The angry look on his face faded away once he saw her lying like a crumbled up piece of paper. “Have you been casted in The Walking Dead?” he asked humoursly.

Y/N bit back a smile. “No, I’ve been casted as someone who was attacked by a dementor.”

“Ah, the make-up department has done a great job then.” he said, sitting next to her. “This needs to stop, Y/N/N.” his tone changed to a serious one.

“I know, I’m just… I’m scared that if I go out I might bump into them, I don’t know if my heart can take that.” she confessed. “He hasn’t apologised, James. He hasn’t said a word to me…. was I that meaningless to him?”

“He’s an asshole, and I’m not letting you isolate yourself because of him anymore. We are going out, I miss my best friend. And seeing you live like a vampire is depressing, honestly when was the last time you saw the sun?”

“I have windows, drama queen” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Go shower, you give onions a run for their money”

“Shut up, dick” she laughed, pushing him harshly making him fall to the bed.

Y/N’S WORST NIGHTMARE BECAME TRUE. She had been sitting on the table alone, because James had gone to the toilet, when a familiar face approached her. Just like a dementor, Jack’s presence had sucked away the little happiness James had managed to make her feel. Jack look radiant, just like the girl he had his hand attached to, and it made Y/N want to die.

“Hey! Long time no see” Jack smiled, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t ruined her for the millionth time and finally managed to pull the last straw.

“Yeah” she said simply, looking away from him hoping he would get the memo.

“Do you have anything to do later? We should catch up” he said with a smile. He look so sweet and kind, it was hard to comprehend he was the same boy who had toyed with her heart. But he was, and the sweet boy facade didn’t work on her anymore.

“Sorry. Busy” she replied shortly and harshly.

“Hey, babe. Everything okay?” James slided on the seat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He gave her a look, saying ‘follow my lead’.

“Yes, J. Bumped into an old friend” she forced a smile.

“James, nice to meet you” the boy extended his hand for Jack to shake. The brunet had his jaw clenched, glaring at James with storm in his eyes. He was raging with jealousy.

“Jack, nice to meet you too” he said, though his voice couldn’t have sounded more fake. Then he set his eyes on the girl “Can we talk?”

“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. I’m on a date, and I think you’re too.” Y/N answered, sneaking a glance at the girl who stood uncomfortably behind the actor.

“She’s just a friend” Jack said quickly.

“I don’t care. Go away, please” her determined tone was a clear sign that there was nothing Jack could do to change her mind, so he left. Though it didn’t mean he was giving up.

A few hours later, he showed up to her house. Y/N rolled her eyes as soon as she saw him, and tried to close the door, though Jack stopped it with his foot.

“I just want to talk, please” he said.

“Fine, let’s talk. But be quick, I don’t want to see your face for too long”

“Okay, what is going on? Why don’t you want to talk to me?” the tall boy asked, closing the door behind him. She didn’t invite him to the living room, they just stayed by the entrance.

“I can’t believe you don’t even care enough to realize what you did. Or are you just playing dumb?”

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Really? You don’t acknowledge the fact that you stood me up? We were supposed to go to that premiere together, Jack! And you didn’t even tell me about the change of plans, I had to find out through Instagram! Do you know how much that hurt? I was so excited for that date.”

Jack set his gaze on the floor. “It was stupid, what I did. I’m so sorry. Megan asked me if she could go as my date and I- I had a crush on her for so long, I couldn’t say no.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve understood. It was going to tear me to pieces, because I really loved you Jack, but I really would’ve understood. Instead, you ghosted me. You didn’t even have the decency to check on me the following days.”

“I forgot” he muttered, unable to meet her eyes.

She scoffed “You forgot?” disbelief spurred from her lips. “Wow. Shit, I was so blind, what the hell is wrong with me? I fell for someone who never cared about me, he only pretended. I settled for your longing glances while I gave you my full attention every goddamn time”

“No, I do care. I’m so sorry. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, Y/N/N.”

The tears blurred her vision “I know, it comes naturally for you. Because you only think about yourself.”

“Let me fix this, Y/N. I don’t want you out of my life” he tried to hold her hand, but she took a step back.

“You can’t fix this. You should’ve thought about it before you messed me up. Your words don’t mean anything now, it’s too late.”

Jack frowned “Because you’re with someone else?”

“Because I stopped being foolish. I’m not falling for your stupid charm again. So please, loose my number and don’t show up at my door anymore, I’m done with you.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”

The girl laughed. “I never realized, but our dynamic was always like that. You would mess up, ghost me for a few days and then apologise. And like a love-sick puppy, I would let you in again every time. I really did love you, Jack, it sucks that you couldn’t have cared less.”

“Stop saying that, it’s not true. I care” Jack said with a sigh.

“You’re here because you saw me with someone else, and you hate it when my attention isn’t sorely on you. This is about your ego, not about you caring for me.” Y/N said, Jack opened his mouth only to close it again. She was right. “Goodbye, Jack.”

When she finally managed to get Jack out of her house, she rested against the door. Her chest felt light, the weight had completely disappeared, and she realized that bumping into Jack had been the best thing that could’ve happened to her. It had been an opportunity for her to let out all of the feelings she had been bottling up for months. Now she could finally move onto something better.

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The Daughter's Return: Stories from the Vault

Some old stories from when you were a kid! This is LONG but its eight short stories from various ages of the readers life!

For those of you that might be reading for the first time, this is a prequel to The Daughter’s Return, but you can read it independently if you’re just looking for cute little stories!

This idea was sent to me by anonymous! CW: some mentions of child abuse (in Age 5 story and Age 11 Story) Word Count: 7.3k Part One | Next Chapter | Table of Contents | Read on AO3

Magic - Age 5

You had gotten hopelessly lost. You had told Marco you knew your way back to the ship, and you had stormed off. He was taking too long. And now you weren’t sure which way to turn. You had a great sense of direction at sea, but it didn’t seem to be the same on land.

Some men were talking nearby. They looked a little rough, but that never deterred your father from talking to people, and it wouldn't deter you. “Excuse me,” you said, and the men immediately stopped talking. “I think I’m lost.”

“Lost, huh?” The man with a scar on his cheek chuckled. “Too bad, kid. We’re busy.”

“But-”

“Hang on, Tank,” the man without teeth said. “I know her from somewhere.”

The two exchanged glances, and then crouched down to your level. You knew they would help if you asked.

“Where you gotta get to, little girl?” Tank asked.

“The docks,” you explained. “My dad has a ship.”

Both of their eyes got wide, and they looked at each other once again.

“Say kid, what’s your dad's name?” Tank licked his lips. “Wouldn’t happen to be Whitebeard, would it?”

“That’s it!” you cried out. “You know him?”

“Yeah,” the other man said. “We’re good friends. In fact, we were just about to give him this too.”

The man held up a strange-looking fruit. You weren’t sure what your father would do with a fruit. There were plenty of normal fruits on the ship already. Maybe it was special. Maybe it was magical. It certainly looked magical.

“Let’s go, kid,” Tank said. He grabbed your hand and gripped it firmly. It was almost painful, but you didn’t complain. You didn’t want to be in more trouble.

The three of you walked for a long time, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were going further into the island. You were now in the middle of the jungle, and you guessed that the men were lost now too. You should’ve stuck with Marco. This was getting complicated.

“Listen Sunny, I don’t got a good feeling about this,” Tank mumbled, his eyes on you.

“What are you talking about? Listen, the N-”

“Shush! Not around the kid! She’s worth 10 million berries for a reason!”

“Hey kid,” Sunny said looking at you. “You stand right here and don’t move. We’ll be right back.”

He placed the fruit on a log nearby, and the two of them walked a couple of yards away to speak privately.

You knew you should spend your time listening in on their conversation, but you couldn’t stop staring at the black fruit in front of you. It was like it was alive, the undertones of the fruit shifting in color from yellow to orange to red, and then back again. It had to be magical.

You weren’t sure how you ended up beside it, or how it ended up in your hands. You were mesmerized by it. It would make a good gift for your father, but you wanted nothing more than to try it yourself first. Just a small piece. It wouldn’t even be noticeable. You closed your eyes and took a small bite.

It took everything you had not to gag. This was a terrible gift. It tasted horrible. You chewed, and then swallowed, and finally began coughing from the horrid taste of it. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this.

“Hey! What the hell are you-” Sunny’s eyes got wide, and you heard him scream out a string of curses.

“Spit it out, you devil!” Tank screamed, running at you. “We can’t sell that to the Navy if you eat it!”

The Navy? No, this fruit was supposed to be going to your father. They had told you that.

Sunny got to you first, and he slapped you hard across the face. Your skin stung, and you could feel tears rising in your eyes. But you held onto the strange fruit. You refused to let it go now. It was your magic fruit.

“You little bitch!” Sunny screamed, shaking you like a rag doll. “You ruined everything! We were going to make a fortune off of that!”

“Sunny, relax,” Tank reasoned. “We can still turn the kid in. The Navy will give us more since she’s got powers now.”

“The Navy?” You were confused. “You were supposed to take me to my dad.”

“We hunt pirates. Which is what you are,” Sunny sneered. “You’re going straight to Naval Headquarters, kid. They’ll probably kill you the moment you arrive.”

“No.” You could feel tears rising, and you took a step back, trying to get away from them. “No. I want to go to my dad.”

“Get her, Tank.”

Tank’s large arms reached for you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You let out a loud shriek, hoping to attract someone-anyone-who might help. You held your magic fruit tight and felt a strange pull in your stomach, but you refused to open your eyes.

You couldn’t hear Tank and Sunny anymore, or anything for that matter. Everything seemed eerily quiet, even though you were in the middle of the forest.

When you finally opened your eyes, it looked like a bomb had gone off around you. You were standing in a hardened lava flow that stretched out at least 100 yards on every side of you. There were no signs of trees or grass, only blackened volcanic rock.

You heard the familiar flap of wings above you, and Marco dropped down in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, checking your body for any sign of injury. You flinched when he touched your cheek, still sore from Sunny’s slap. “Who did this to you?”

“Nobody,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. You couldn’t let him know you had gotten lost. You couldn’t let him know you had gotten hurt.

His eyes scanned the surrounding area, clearly in disbelief at the power emitted. “Who did this?”

“I don’t know.” You wiped at your eyes. Your throat hurt from screaming so much.

Suddenly Marco’s entire body got tense, and he pulled your magical fruit out from your hands, examining it.

“It’s for dad.” You sniffled. “That’s what the guys said.”

“What guys?” His eyes found the small bite you had taken, and they grew wide. “Did you eat this?”

You took a step back from him, afraid he might hit you too. Marco had never hit you before, but the fruit seemed to make people do crazy things.

“No,” you lied, trying your hardest not to cower.

“Y/N. Did you eat this?!” He shoved the fruit in your face, pointing to the tiny bite you had taken.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, falling to your knees. “Please don’t hit me. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Marco’s voice was instantly soft again, making you cry even more. “I’ve got you, kid. You’re safe.”

“It looked so good,” you cried. You let him pick you up, and you cried into his shoulder. “But it was so yucky.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing your back. “They’re not very yummy, I know.”

“I want to go home.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he took flight into the sky, holding you and your magic fruit tightly.

You must’ve fallen asleep mid-flight, because when you woke up, Marco was still holding you, but you were now on a boat. Home.

“What kind of fruit?” Your father whispered.

“Some kind with lava properties, it appears. There was a huge explosion, and I found her surrounded by hundreds of feet of cooled lava on all sides.”

“Hundreds?” Your father sounded skeptical.

“I can take you back to the place I found her, if you’d like to see.”

The thought of going back to Tank and Sunny made you let out an involuntary whimper, and you squeezed Marco’s neck. “Please don’t make me go back to the bad men. I won’t leave your side again, Marco. Promise.”

“The bad men?” Your father asked.

“Can you tell us about them?” Marco asked, prying you from him and setting you on the ground.

“They said they were bringing me and the fruit back to you,” you explained. “But when I ate the magic fruit, they got really mad at me and then they disappeared.”

“Disappeared?” your father asked, “Disappeared how?”

“I dunno. I closed my eyes and screamed and when I opened them they were gone.”

Your father gave Marco a quick glance of concern, and then turned his attention back to you.

“I’m just glad you’re safe, punk.” You father stretched out his hands and you ran to him, clamoring up onto his lap.

“You’re not mad?” you asked, looking up at him with big, watery eyes. “Even though I ate your fruit?”

“It’s your fruit now.” Your father laughed. “What’s it called?”

“The Vulcan-Vulcan fruit,” you said instantly, though you weren’t sure how you knew it. “Am I magic now like you and Marco?”

Your father gave you a big grin, pulling you in for a tight hug. “You sure are! But we're going to have to teach you how to use that magic, okay?”

“Okay!”

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Trouble - Age 7

Marco pulled open the doors to the supply closet, and bent his head down to make eye contact with you.

“Whatcha doin' in here, kid?” he asked, seeing the guilt written all across your face.

“Hiding.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I’m gonna be in trouble.”

He smirked. So you had caused that fire at the base of the main mast. “Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head, and he climbed in next to you and shut the cabinet door behind him. The two of you sat there in the dark, him waiting for you to speak.

“I didn’t mean to,” you finally whispered. “I just got mad.”

“What are we supposed to do when people make us mad?”

“They were laughing at me. Calling me princess and making fun of me. I tried to ignore them, Marco. I promise I did try!”

“They’re not trying to be mean,” Marco explained, but you shook your head.

“They were being mean! They weren’t being funny-mean like you or Thatch or Izou! They were just being mean!” You could feel the magma under your skin start to churn, making it feel like a thousand bugs were crawling across your skin. A slight glow came from you as you shifted in discomfort, illuminating the closet.

“Deep breaths. I don’t want this stuff to catch on fire too.”

You let out a small sob and buried your head in your knees. “Now you’re being mean! Just leave me alone!”

“I’m just teasing,” Marco said, putting his hand on your shoulder. He sucked in a breath at the heat you were emitting, but he didn’t remove his hand.

“I hate this power,” you cried. “I can’t control it! It’s stupid and it just keeps hurting people!”

“Breathe with me,” Marco said. You heard him take a deep breath in, and you followed his lead. When he breathed out, you did. When he breathed in, you did.

After a few minutes, you could feel your body starting to relax, the magma beneath your skin stilling, and peace returning once again.

“Can I just give this power back?” you asked. “It’s been two years and I can’t figure it out. I’m failing.”

“You’re not failing,” Marco said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “You’re learning.”

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Nap - Age 8

You preferred to sleep in your father’s study during the day. Marco always made you take a nap, but you didn’t really need naps anymore. You were getting too old for that.

But, when you were “asleep” in your father’s study, sometimes you got to hear top secret reports. Things only the reporter and Pops knew about. And you, but nobody knew that. So you didn’t mind nap time too much, as long as you got to be in his office.

Today had been boring, though. No reports at all. Just your father working quietly at his desk, the scratch of pen against paper slowly lulling you to sleep.

And then the door creaked open.

“Pops,” a man whispered. “We found it.”

Your father’s pen stopped moving, and your ears perked up as you laid against the cot in the back of his office.

“Found what?” Your father asked.

“The fruit.”

“Is it safe?”

The man sighed, coming into the room and taking a seat at the desk. “It’s with a kid.”

Your father paused, and you could sense him trying to figure out if you were asleep or not. You steadied your breathing and your heart rate as best you could, keeping your entire body still.

You heard him shift back in his chair, his attention turned to the crewmate in front of him. “A kid?”

“He just started sailing in the North Blue. Just a teenager. Trafalgar Law.”

“How the hell did a kid get his hands on a fruit like that? And where in the North Blue?”

“We believe he’s from Flevance.”

“Flevance!?” Your father’s voice was louder from disbelief, causing you to flinch. He lowered it again instantly, aware of your presence and not wanting to wake you. “So he’s a walking corpse. It's just a matter of time.”

“That’s the thing, sir. We have reason to believe he’s been cured.”

“With immortality? That’s not how the Ope-Ope fruit works. Someone else has to-”

“We’ve confirmed he’s the one in possession of the Ope-Ope ability. We believe he used it to cure himself.”

“Incredible,” your father breathed out. “He was just a kid when it went missing. He was that knowledgeable at such a young age?”

“It appears that way. But all files about Flevance have been destroyed, so there’s no record of his family.”

“I see.” Your father hummed, trying to weigh a decision. “Have we sent people to him? To invite him to join us?”

“He didn’t seem interested.”

“But he’s not hostile?”

“Unclear,” the man said. “We have reports that he used to be a part of the Donquixote Family, but that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.”

“Any idea what caused the split?”

“No,” the man said. “But reports say Trafalgar disappeared the same time another member did. Code name Corazon.”

“Damn that Doflamingo,” your father cursed. “He makes a mess wherever he goes.”

“What should we do, Pops? Want us to bring him in anyway?”

“No,” he said immediately. “Leave him alone. Seems like that kid has been through enough. Just keep tabs on him, and let me know when he enters the Grand Line.”

“Sure thing. You sure that’s all you want to do? The Ope-Ope fruit-”

“Belongs to Trafalgar. He decides what to do with it. We should respect that.”

“Alright.” You heard the door creak open and shut once again.

“You are never to tell anyone what you just heard.” Your father’s voice was dangerously serious; so much that it caused the hairs to stand up on your neck. “Never. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut tighter.

“Good.” He went back to writing.

You tried to sleep, but your mind couldn’t stop wandering to the boy in the North Blue. You wondered if he was nice. You wondered if you’d ever meet him. You hoped your paths would cross some way one day.

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Stargazing - Age 9

“Marco!”

“I’m busy tonight.” The first division ruffled your hair playfully. “It’s late anyway, you should go to sleep.”

“But-!”

“Go on! It’s going to get crazy here in a bit anyway,” Marco said. “You know how Pops feels about you being out during party nights.”

“That’s not fair,” you pouted. “I’m still part of the crew. I should be able to party.”

“Maybe when you’re in double digits,” Marco jested.

“Really?!”

“Go!”

Thatch peeked his head in the door. “How about you come hang with me, squirt?”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I’m not a squirt!”

“Of course. How could I forget?” He gave you a deep bow. “Your majesty.”

You giggled at his actions, already forgetting about Marco. “Take me to the kitchen, Mister Knight!”

“Gladly.” He scooped you up and dangled you upside down, causing you to squeal in delight.

“No, Thatch! Not like that!” you giggled, squirming in his grasp.

“Sorry madam, I can’t seem to hear you,” he said, shaking you and causing you to squeal even louder. “You said just like that?”

You erupted into another round of squeals and giggles, and he escorted you from the room to the kitchen upside down. When you arrived at the kitchen, he easily tossed you into the air and set you on the seat in front of the stove. “What would you like, O’ Princess of the Seas?”

It’s the name that had been coined for you across the Grand Line ever since your bounty shot up to 200 million. Daughter of Whitebeard: Princess of the Seas. You had a love/hate relationship with it, but when the commanders said it, you thought it sounded quite nice.

“Ice cream!” you called, a glint in your eye.

“Aw, come on!” Thatch complained. “You know you can’t have that this late.”

You gave him the biggest pouty face and sweetest doe eyes you could muster. “Just this time?”

He let out a chuckle and shook his head. “You’re devious, kid. Devious.” Bending down, he pulled out two bowls and an ice cream scooper. You immediately dropped the act, a huge smile appearing across your face.

“Can we do chocolate?” you asked hopefully.

“Might as well,” Thatch sighed, opening the freezer. “You better eat all the vegetables I give you tomorrow.”

“I’ll help you make them, if you want!” You were bouncing up and down in your seat in anticipation.

Thatch groaned at your excitement. “I’m gonna pay for this, I can tell.” Regardless, he scooped out two heaping scoops for you, and two for him.

He slid the bowl across to you, and you immediately dug in. He watched you in humor for a few bites, and then began eating his own. “How’s your training coming?”

“I’ve almost got the hang of it!” you said proudly. “I can practice small stuff on the ship now.”

Thatch laughed. “You’re not a fire hazard anymore?”

You smiled at his half-joke. “Only sometimes.”

“Good to hear.” He glanced down at your already empty bowl and smiled, impressed with your eating skills. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Wait!” You threw your hands up, begging him to stop. “Can’t we do something else? Please Uncle Thatch?”

It was a desperate attempt, you knew that. But the commanders always melted when you called them uncle. It was the easiest trick in the book, yet they bent to it every time.

You could see a slight rose color dust across Thatch’s cheeks, and you knew you had succeeded.

“Fine, fine! Come on, I think tonight will be a good night.”

“A good night for what?” you asked, but he just picked you up and set you on his strong, broad shoulders, silently carrying you out onto the deck.

It was loud outside. You had to cover your ears from all the music and the screaming. But Thatch didn’t head toward the party. He turned and the two of you snuck up the stairs to the back of the ship.

It was significantly quieter back here, like someone had placed a wall between you all and the party. He set you down at the very back of the boat, and laid down next to you.

“What are you doing?” you stood over him, pouting downward.

Thatch just laughed. “You’re looking the wrong way, kid.” He pointed to the sky. “Look up.”

You followed his finger upward, and found a sky more full of stars than you had ever seen before.

“Woah,” you breathed out, full of amazement and wonder. “There’s so many.”

“Lay down.” He patted the deck next to him, and you did what you were told. “If you watch closely, you might see a shooting star.”

“Really?” you gasped, your eyes scanning the sky even more intensely. You were attempting to look at every place at once, desperate to find what he had promised.

“Just pick a piece of the sky and watch it,” Thatch advised. “You’ve really never done this?”

“A few times,” you admitted. “But the sky has never looked this radent.”

“Radiant,” Thatch corrected, a smile on his lips. “Guessing you read that in one of your books.”

“Yeah. Sometimes-oh! There!” you pointed to the streak of light across the sky. “Did you see that one!?”

“Yeah! Good eye,” Thatch noted. “You’re very observant.”

“Dad says I’ll make a good strategist.”

Thatch glanced over at you. “Do you want to be a strategist?”

“I think so.” You kept your eyes on the sky. “I don’t know though. Sometimes it’s overwhelming to think that much.”

“You seem to like correcting Marco in the meetings.”

“Well, he doesn’t think of all the things he should!” Thatch laughed at your comment, but he didn’t say anything more.

“There’s another one!” you cried after a few moments, pointing at the sky.

“Gah! I missed it! Well, make a wish.”

“A wish?” you asked. You hadn’t heard of that before.

“It’s a thing you do in the North Blue. If nobody else sees the shooting star, you make a wish and they say it’ll come true.”

“But it won’t actually come true, right?” you reasoned. That was silly.

Thatch just shrugged. “Might as well try. What does it hurt?”

And so you closed your eyes and thought about what you wanted to wish for. A friend. That would be nice. One your own age. One who you could play games with and laugh with and tell secrets too. You wished for a friend.

“I made my wish,” you said, opening your eyes again.

“Don’t tell me what it was. You have to keep it a secret.”

“Okay,” you agreed. You watched the sky for a little while longer, but you didn’t see any more shooting stars. You must’ve used them all up on your wish. “Hey Thatch?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks for never making fun of me. Like when I mess up or stuff.”

“Why would I make fun of you?” he asked. You could hear the confusion in his voice.

“Some people do. But you don’t. So…thanks.”

“Sure, kid. Let me know if I ever hurt your feelings or I accidentally make fun of you, okay?” He sighed, and you could hear that he was struggling to stay awake. “Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.”

“I like stargazing,” you said, your eyes starting to droop.

“Me too, kid.”

---

Friend - Age 11

You were eleven when your wish came true. You wished on several stars since that first one, an overwhelming amount of them were spent on a friend your age. And there she was. Standing in front of you. She was slightly taller than you, and maybe a year or two older. But she would do.

“This is Whitey,” your father said, introducing you to the new girl. “She’s joining the crew as your new sister, so make her feel welcome.”

It took approximately four hours for you and Whitey to become best friends. The two of you shrieked with joy as you trampled across the deck. You bulldozed through people without a care in the world.

At night, the two of you hid under the covers, whispering secrets while you held your hand over your mouth to muffle the giggles. You made up stories and told her about the crew, and she told you about her life hopping from island to island, working under new people every few years.

One morning, it was just you and Thatch in the kitchen. You swung your feet while you sat on the barstool, waiting for Thatch to finish your eggs. You had heard enough stories, but you were afraid to ask Whitey directly. You didn’t want to lose a friend. Thatch wouldn’t make fun of you for asking, though.

“Was Whitey a slave?”

You heard Thatch make a garbled noise, like you had caught him off guard with your question. “What makes you think that?”

“The stories she told me. She moved around a lot, and the people were always really mean to her. She has a lot of scars on her hands.”

“Observant as always,” Thatch mumbled. “Yeah. Pops and Marco found her in the street, searching for food. But she used to be a slave.”

“Did we kidnap her?”

“You can’t kidnap a slave, kid. You free them.” He plated your egg, and threw some bread on the pan to toast it.

“So she’s free now?” you asked.

“Yep.”

“But she’s a kid.” Your brows knit together, trying to understand. “Kids are supposed to be with their family. Shouldn’t we take her back to her parents?”

“We’re her family now,” Thatch explained. “That’s what matters.”

“What if her parents miss her?” you asked. “Pops would miss me if I found another family.”

Thatch put the toast on your plate and slid it over to you. You could tell he was thinking carefully of how to word what he wanted to say.

“I don’t think Whitey’s family was very kind to her. I don’t think they miss her,” he said. “I don’t even think they know her. She’s been a slave for so long, they probably forgot about her.”

“Forgot?!” you cried. “I could never forget my family! I could never forget you!”

“And I’ll never forget you,” Thatch promised. “But some families aren’t close like ours. Some don’t like each other at all.”

“That doesn’t sound very much like family.” You weren’t really hungry anymore. This discussion had made you lose your appetite.

“It’s not. That’s why we're Whitey’s family now. So make sure you’re the best sister you can be, okay?”

“Okay! We're gonna do Spa Day!” You jumped off the barstool and raced out the door. You had to make Whitey feel like the most loved person in the whole world. She was your best friend and your newest sister.

“Your breakfast!” Thatch called, but you were already gone.

“Whitey!” You jumped on her, still asleep in bed. “Whitey, wake up!”

“I don’t want to,” she groaned, flipping away from you.

“But we’re gonna have Spa Day!”

Her eyes peeked out from behind the covers. “Spa Day?”

“Spa Day!” you cried. “Come on!”

You pulled her out of bed and to the female bathhouse. You immediately stripped down to your underwear, but Whitey kept all her clothes on. The two of you worked together to fill the tub full of hot water, steam spreading throughout the room.

“Oh! I forgot!” you threw your back clothes on quickly. “I need the vegetables!”

“Vegetables?” But you were already racing out the door and back to the kitchen.

“Thatch!” you yelled, running into the kitchen. Marco was in there, and he looked at you in an amused manner.

“Is it inside-out day?” Marco teased, and you stuck your tongue out at him. In your haste, you had thrown your clothes on the wrong way. But that didn’t matter right now.

“Here,” Thatch said, handing you a basket. “There’s salts, peppermint, and lavender. Put those in the bath. Over here are the aloe-coconut facemasks, just apply those before you get in the tub. The cucumbers over your eyes. Got it?”

You squealed in delight. “Thank you!!!”

“I’ve got stones on the warmer for when you’re done!” he called out to you as you ran back to the bathroom.

“You spoil her,” Marco chided.

“Oh please, as if you don't.”

“Got the vegetables,” you panted as you entered the bathhouse, exhausted from running across the ship.

Whitey was still dressed, and you frowned at her hesitance as you stripped down. “Whitey, you have to take your clothes off.”

“What?!” You could see her cheeks pink. “All of them?”

“To get in the bath, yeah.”

“Maybe I could just keep my shirt on.”

“No,” you said. “The fibers get into the drain and clog it.”

“Well I don’t want to take my shirt off.”

You scowled. “Why not? I have mine off.”

You could see the panic in her eyes at your question, her entire body tensing. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Whitey-”

“Spa Day is stupid!” she screamed. She slammed the door as she left, making you jump at its echo in the room.

You tried your best not to cry. You really did. But by the time you were in the kitchen returning the ingredients to Thatch, your vision was too blurry to see his frame.

“She didn’t want to do Spa Day,” you sobbed, globs of lava mixing in with your tears. “She said it was stupid!”

“Oh, okay.” Thatch took the basket from you and set it to the side. “I’m sorry, kid.”

“I hate her!” you screamed, your skin starting to boil. “She’s so mean! She’s just like everyone else!”

“What exactly happened?” Marco asked, coming over to help mitigate your frustration.

“I told her no shirts in the bath,” you said between breaths. “Because that’s the rule!”

“Okay, uh, kid-” Thatch took a step back, letting Marco take over. The doctor had a bit more heat tolerance with your literal meltdowns. Your tears were starting to drip down onto the wood, burning holes into them.

“Y/N. Stop.” Marco said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I know you’re upset, but we’re not going to destroy Thatch’s nice kitchen because of it, okay?”

Your lips puckered out, trying to hold in your sadness. “Sorry,” you whimpered. You wiped the hot tears from your face.

“Why do you think Whitey didn’t want to take off her shirt?” Marco asked. “Think about it.”

You bit your lip, thinking long and hard about why a shirt was a big deal. “She’s embarrassed.”

“Good,” Marco said, nodding his head. “Do we think we can bend the rules for it this one time to make her feel more at home?”

“But-”

“The drain, I know,” Marco finished for you. “I’ll talk to Pops. Don’t empty the tub when you guys leave, and let me know when you’re done, okay?”

You looked over at Thatch, trying to ask him a secret question. Why was she embarrassed? You silently asked.

Thatch nodded, understanding. “Think about what we talked about this morning.”

Family? No, not that. Whitey used to be a slave. She had scars on her hands. Maybe she had scars on her back too. Maybe she didn’t want to show them.

“Thank you Marco.” You gave him a hug, finally calm again. “And thank you Thatch.” You ran over and gave him a hug too. “Sorry about your floor.”

“It can be fixed,” Thatch assured you. He handed the basket back to you. “Just like you and Whitey.”

You walked back to your room, your stomach bubbling with nerves.

“Whitey?” you knocked softly on the door, and then opened it.

“Go away.”

“We can still do Spa Day,” you said.

“I said go away.”

“You can keep your shirt on,” you said. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll keep my shirt on too.”

Whitey turned over to look at you. “You will?”

You nodded. “We can have Shirt Spa Day.”

Whitey giggled. “Shirt Spa Day. That’s funny.”

“Shirt Spa Day!” you chanted, and she joined in with you. The two of you skipped down to the bathhouse, still chanting your silly string of words, and solidifying a tradition that would last for years to come.

---

Learning - Age 13

You screamed out in frustration, volcanic glass shattering around you. You had been trying for days to get this new technique right, and you could never make it like how you were envisioning.

A small beam of volcanic magma. That’s all you were trying to do. But you couldn’t get right. It was either the wrong consistency, or the wrong angle, or didn’t even come out at all.

And this evening you all were leaving the island. It would be at least a few days before you could practice again. Not that you had made any headway. You were still back at square one. You hadn’t done anything.

“Looks like you're struggling,” a familiar voice boomed, laughing at your distress.

You quickly composed yourself, trying to appear somewhat level-headed before you turned to the voice.

“Teach!” you said, putting on a smile and giving a laugh. “Yeah, just a little bit.”

“Maybe I can help?”

You gave a polite smile, not wanting to appear rude. You weren’t entirely sure what Teach could do to help, since he didn’t have a devil fruit ability. But Marco and your father had left you to figure it out on your own, and you could use any help you could get.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

“Just a thin lava stream projectile,” you explained. “One that can be small and precise if I need to take out one person in a group.”

Teach nodded, impressed with your idea. “Have you got the lava beam worked out yet?”

“No, that’s the problem. I can’t make it at all.”

“Let me see.”

You frowned, but you did as you were told. You held your hand out, pointing to a rock, and tried to make a small strand of lava shoot from your hand. You could feel the energy building up, like all of the pressure was stuck behind a wall.

And then there was a flash, and magma erupted from the ground around you, spewing hundreds of feet into the air.

Luckily Teach was far enough away that the blast zone didn’t hit him. He simply laughed at your misfortune, a loud booming cackle.

“I see your problem,” he said. “You’re too strong.”

You scowled at him, thinking he might be trying to make fun of you. “What do you mean?”

“You’re trying to make a tiny beam. But you don’t even know what the beam should look like. You’re doing too much at once and overloading your senses.”

“Marco said I should start small,” you said.

“Marco doesn’t have your kind of power.” He laughed again, walking over to you. “Look, kid. Just focus on making a beam. It doesn’t matter how big it is. Don’t limit it. Just envision a beam hitting, say…that rock over there. Try that, okay?”

You looked at your hands, skeptical of his advice. “Okay.” You took a deep breath, and held out your hands in the direction of the rock. “You might want to step back.”

“Don’t need to. Don’t kill me, okay?”

You couldn't kill Teach. He was one of the oldest members on the ship. He had always been there. You'd never forgive yourself if you even burned him a little. You had to get this right. You took one more breath, trying your best to center yourself and envision the kind of thing you wanted. And then, you pushed the lava out of your hands, aiming for the rock.

It hit. Exactly how you imagined it would. Well, it was kind of hard to miss the rock. Your beam was about 10 times larger than what you had initially wanted. But it was a beam.

You could hear Teach cheering behind you, whooping and hollering at your success.

“I did it!” you screamed, hardly believing it yourself.

“You’ve got power, kid!” Teach patted your head in approval, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. You had been failing because you had been limiting yourself. But you weren’t a failure. You were powerful.

“It’s my dream to perfect this,” you said, a grin on your face. “Perfect this and become division two commander.”

“That should be a pretty easy goal for you to reach,” Teach said. “Better start thinking of another dream soon.”

“Do you have any dreams, Teach?”

“We all have dreams, kid. I’m just glad I could help you get closer to yours.”

“What’s yours?”

He cackled at your question. “There’s a devil fruit I'd like to find one day.”

“Oh! Well, the Grand Line is huge, it’s gotta be out there somewhere. Any fruits I find you’re welcome to. ” It's the least you could offer.

“Well that sure is kind of you! I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.”

“I really hope you find it, Teach.”

“Me too, kid. Me too.” He sighed, a smile dancing across his lips. “But let's focus on you! Keep practicing! Make it smaller and smaller until you’ve got it the way you want. You’ll get there!”

It was the first time someone really understood how you learned and operated, and every move you perfected in the future came from what you learned that day.

---

Kiss - Age 16

You hadn’t expected your first kiss to be on your 16th birthday, but that’s just how it happened.

He was a new crew member, and he had caught your eye almost immediately. His name was Palms, and he was quite the looker.

You must’ve caught his eye as well, because every time you looked at him, he seemed to already be watching you.

The two of you played this silent game, flirting only with looks passed between one another, when finally Whitey nudged you.

“Will you just go talk to him! You guys have been fucking each other with your eyes since the sun went down!”

“Whitey!” you gasped, giggling at her bluntness. She rolled her eyes and waved you on, encouraging you to get a move on.

You met him over by the keg, and you filled up your tankard while waiting for him to speak.

“I hear this party is for you!” he yelled, trying to make his voice heard over the music.

“My 16th birthday!” You yelled back.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know! I would’ve brought a present!”

You gave him a wink. “You still have time to think of one.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, his eyes raking your body. “Yeah, I can think of one.”

You had never felt self-conscious before in your outfits, but Whitey had chosen this one for you, and it was a bit more skin than you were used to. But she had told you that confidence was key, so you gave him a smirk and walked inside the doors. You wanted a little bit of privacy.

He was a terrible kisser. Or maybe you were. You weren’t sure. It was your first time kissing, after all. But it was still euphoric. A rush of the senses, you could feel your body temperature rising in response to-

“Holy shit you’re hot,” Palms said, pulling away from you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, that just happens sometimes,” you explained, rushing back to his mouth.

“No,” he said, pulling away from you. “You’re like, burning me.”

“Oh.” You could feel your cheek blush. Your skin started to churn, anxious at this new revelation. You couldn’t even kiss without your ability going haywire.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He said, watching the magma beneath your skin start to glow with slight concern. Not concern for you. Concern for himself.

“Yeah.” The moment was gone, and you only felt shame now. “Thanks for the birthday present.”

He gave a nervous laugh. “If you need another one when you cool down, you know where to find me.”

You gave him a polite smile and rushed out onto the deck. Instead of returning to the party, you went up the stairs and to the back of the ship. You just wanted to be alone.

You knew what some people said about you. How you couldn't control your emotions. And since your emotions controlled your powers, you couldn't control that either. People constantly questioned your father on your abilities, and his decision to make you lead strategist at such a young age. The only people who really trusted you on their teams were Marco and Thatch. The other commanders would tolerate you, but they would never use you to your full potential. It's like everyone was just waiting for you to mess up.

You leaned over the side of the ship as you cried, trying not to get any burn marks on the wood. You had been with your devil fruit ability for over ten years now, and you still couldn’t completely control it. You hated it. Some days you wished that you had never eaten that stupid thing, or that you had just let those men take you to the Navy and it-

“I thought we’d find you here,” Whitey said, coming up next to you. She gave you a light bump on the shoulder.

“We?”

“Come on,” Marco said from behind you. “We’re going to play Strategist and Commanders.”

“You said I’m too young for that.”

“Not anymore,” Thatch said, a smile spreading across his face. “You’re sixteen now, aren’t you? Welcome to the club.”

“But I’m just the lead strategist. I don’t belong to a division.”

“Don’t belong to a division,” Marco scoffed. “You can be on my team. Or Thatch’s. Whoever you don’t choose is stuck with Whitey.”

“Stuck with?!?” Whitey pouted, rolling her eyes. “More like graced with!”

“But-”

“Stop making excuses,” Thatch said, ruffling your hair. “Let’s go.”

You gave him a smile, already forgetting about your disastrous kiss. “Let’s go.”

Oh, they had no idea what kind of monster they had awakened that night.

Departing - 2 years ago

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Marco asked, looking at you.

“A lot of things will change in two years,” Thatch warned.

“I’m ready.” You nodded, adjusting your things on your back. “I need to do this.”

You walked over to Whitey, the goodbye you were dreading the most.

“You gonna be okay without me?”

Tears filled her eyes. “Yeah.”

“You don’t have to lie, Whitey. I’m not going to be okay without you either.”

She let out a soft sob, and clamped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t be.” You wrapped her in a hug, crying too. Normal tears now, though your lava tears rarely affected your ice-witch best friend.

“I know you have to leave to get stronger,” she said, her voice muffled by your gear. “But I hate it so much.”

“We’ll have SO much to catch up on when I get back, though!” you let out a choked laugh. “We can stay up all night under the covers, just like old times.”

“Promise?” she sobbed, clutching you tighter.

“I promise.”

The two of you finally broke apart, viciously wiping the tears off your face.

“That was embarrassing,” you both said in sync, which started another round of laughing sobs.

“Y/N.” Your father’s voice boomed from nearby, quiet, but urgent. “We have a small window of operation to get you where you need to go.”

“Right.” You gave Whitey one more squeeze. “I’ll see you soon. And I’ll make a journal every day so I remember everything to tell you. You do the same.”

“Deal.”

You walked over to your father, towering above you. “Thank you for everything, Pops.” You tried to keep your voice level, but you could feel your lip trembling.

Thankfully, your father’s was doing the same. “I know this is the right call. The timing couldn’t be better. I'll remind you, you’ve already done it, but continue to make me proud.”

“I’ll do my best,” you promised.

“That’s all I can ask for.”

He pulled you in for a hug, and you could feel he was holding back tears, just like you were. You had never been away from your father, besides small missions and scouting trips. And now you wouldn’t see him for two years.

“Ready, Izou?” you asked, looking toward the man who would take you to Wano.

“Let’s go.”

You walked through the crowd, saying goodbye to the only family you had known your entire life.

“Good luck!” called Haruta. He had just joined, and you were sad you wouldn’t get to know him more.

“Get nice and strong, and come be our commander!” Teach yelled, and you gave him a grateful nod.

“We love you!” called a group of young adults. You spotted Palms amongst them, and blushed as you waved.

You knew things would be different when you got back. You just didn’t realize how different they would be.

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factual-fantasy · 8 months

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@britneyt

Aw! Thank you! :DD

@gilbertsphotography

The elven style ears are meant to make them look less human and to match the Wario bros. :0 My AU's Peach and Daisy are these tall elf like creatures, not humans. They are the same species as the Wario bros.

Jangles would prepare himself for this brutal duel in "put em up" type battle stance. Ready to give this fight his all.

Only to be squashed by Jangle. Alas, he is made of plastic <XDD

@pinkpenguin88888

XDD Thought that was a bunny at first-

:DD Thank you! But hey, nothing's stopping you from book marking the post or saving the link to it somewhere :0

@whereismycupofcoffee

Honestly I have no hope. I'm thinking its gonna bomb like the Ruin DLC did, lore wise. Calling it now there's gonna be a character named VANESSA and her nickname is VANNY even though this movie is about the first game and has NOTHING TO DO WITH VANESSA. There's gonna be a kid named Cassidy, another kid named Gregory, circus baby is gonna come out of nowhere, there's gonna be a nightmare animatronic reference, one kid is gonna look like the crying child for no reason, Springtrap is gonna talk a lot and take away the horror- its gonna be a mess. The lore will be a terrible. mess.

Horror wise it might be awesome but I am NOT looking forward to all the crap they're gonna mix in with the lore. Its soooo simple, just make a spooky movie that captures the terror that the first game created. Recreate the mystery and horror. Bonnie disappearing, Foxy running down the hall. Freddy's music. Maybe Golden Freddy?? Hints of a darker past with dead kids. It would be awesome. They don't gotta complicate the lore by adding all the other games into it but I know they will-

@palettepainter :DD Thank you!!

@randox-talore Nope! The flowers don't make them bigger. They just give the bros ice/fire powers :}

@devastatorst

Pretty much XDD

@andysalleyway

:DDD Thank you so much!! Honestly I'm surprised by the number of my followers that are into the same fandoms I'm into. Sounds like I've found my people! XDD

Thanks, I'm hoping it finally gets through to people and they'll just leave me alone..

It is! But ya gotta DM me for it so I can sus out your blog :x

I need to have some idea of who I'm letting in-

:DD Thank you so much! Also sorry, I don't take requests :/

@montygatorshusband

THANK YOU! I don't support any ships from any fandoms, I just personally don't like them. So having people harp on me and my AU because a "canon ship" isn't in it was really annoying.. 😓

Glamrock Bonnie and Foxy would be thinking "Wow, they look different/great! :00"

Glamrock Freddy and Chica are like "WHY IS BONNIE SO LARGE"

Oooo that would be cool! All my versions of Bonnie are slow, so having him throw things at Gregory would be terrifying-

@ocinstituterep

The reason why I haven't drawn any classic mermaids like that is because it felt kind'a weird to add a half human creature into the Octonauts universe. Considering humans don't exist in it.. Now that post with the mermaid thing actually has the creature looking humanoid for sure. Because it would look more alien if it was human. But I kept the scales because a straight up half human mermaid would just feel out of place-

@mashmellowy

Firealpaca! :}}

@oddesto

XD Thank you!! Also my WHOLE BLOG?? Dang. I apologize for all the Gravity falls cringe you had to see-

XD Factual Fanta, that's great 🤣🤣

@citrusfruitman

I think those people are just salty because they wanna draw my stuff but I wont let them. My true fans will have basic human respect and just not draw fanart without sending me hate and rude comments.

@danman22ful

Monty is much more mellow and kind in the Partial swap. Although he still can be a bit of a grump sometimes. The way Bonnie is treating everyone (mostly Foxy) really angers/upsets him.

Roxy hasn't changed a whole lot tbh. Full of grief and self loathing. Except I don't think she'd have this "I'm better than you" attitude. Her thinking that Freddy's death was her fault would crush her. Just like Monty was crushed in the OG au.

:DDD Thank you!! Also really? :00 Wow, great minds do think alike! XD

Aw, I'm sorry that you relate to Bonnie's struggles, <:(

I was thinking he would do 1 of 2 things.

Either this bombshell that his late friends of 10 years are alive, would be so emotionally overwhelming that he would completely shut down. Literally. They would break into his room and Bonnie is collapsed on the floor. And cannot be reactivated. And when he does eventually reactivate, he absolutely refuses to acknowledge or speak to anyone in anyway..

OR, hearing that Chica and Freddy are alive, would completely drown out any other feeling. They're alive, he would rush out of his room to go see them. All of his stress, all of his anger would be swept away in favor of his anxiousness to see his friends again. And finally, he would talk to people again somewhat. Every day would get easier knowing that once its over he can go see Freddy and Chica again.

I haven't decided which one is better <XD

@burningmusicfunnygiant (Post in question)

Oh a whole mix of emotions. Mostly joy and sadness though.. Joy to see them alive after all these years. But sadness too see the horrible states they're in.. Mostly Freddy's state-

<XD Don't worry I wont. I know some of the angsty bits of Bluey but not enough to draw stuff and traumatize you all-

You are spared this time! XDD

#my response #fnaf security breach #super mario bros #octonauts #jangles

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cloudlessly-light · 4 months

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Heyyy

Could you pls pls pls write this for me pls pls pls

Hotch and Emily have been fucking each her other but not together.

Hotch bends Emily over the desk after she’s gives him attitude before they get ready for a flight to wherever it is they gotta go for a case. When they are done he keeps puts her thong in his pocket. For some reason one Reid has to borrow Aaron’s blazer and puts their hand in the pocket. Both Emily and Hotch watching wide eyed as it happens. And then Reid is like ‘Hotch, why do you have a thong in here and JJ is like hang on that is Emily’s I was there when she bought them

A/N: This is for the lovely @eobangingwhen who deserves some filth! Thank you for always being so incredibly sweet in the comments and in our chats, I hope you like this!

Title: Just the thought of you Summary: They’re stuck somewhere in between together and apart, who knew a pair of underwear would be what finally pushed them together Word count: 3,5k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, angry sex, restraints, spanking, feelings, attempt at humor

It was only supposed to be a one time thing, a secret hidden behind closed doors after a case going awry, leaving the entire team frazzled, and a little broken. It was supposed to be one night of two people using each other to forget, to feel something other than anger.

But of course it doesn’t stay that way, that one night turning into whatever they were now, not quite together, but not quite apart.

They know that at some point they’d have to talk about it, that they couldn’t keep doing this forever, but it was exciting and fun, having a secret that no one else knew about. It was sides that they rarely got to show, parts of themselves that had kept hidden for the most part, their job always taking time away from their private life.

It wasn’t something that either of them could really explain, all Emily knew that the rush she felt when he looked at her in a particular way, or the way Aaron felt the deep surge of arousal from something as simple as her smile, it wasn’t something they wanted to give up.

It was a game, caught somewhere between real and fantasy.

It was a new week and Emily walked into the bullpen already feeling restless. It had been weeks since their last night together, because they knew it couldn’t happen too often, that feelings would only lead them to complicated. Neither of them needed or wanted complicated. But now she was restless, her need only getting worse after a night spent dreaming about him.

So she heads to his office first thing, knowing that no one but him was in yet and without knocking she enters before quickly closing the door behind her.

“Prentiss?” He gives her a questioning look, but he recognized that look in her eye. Slowly, he put his pen down and straightened in his chair. “No.” He states simply.

“No?” She scoffs, not once had he turned her down since they started this thing.

“The team will be here soon.” It’s an excuse that never stopped him before and her eyebrow arches. “Besides you got last weeks reports to finish.”

The chilly attitude does nothing but piss her off, because she can see the way his eyes linger on her, notices how he swallows the tiny bit harder, the slight clenching of his jaw. He wants her too, but he wants her to ask for it, to beg. And she refuses.

“Fine, sir.” She spits the word at him, voice dripping with venom and when his eyebrows furrow she knows that he’s not unaffected. But she’s Emily Prentiss, she doesn’t beg for anyone so with a huff, she leaves to do exactly what he had told her, finish the few files she had left before the morning briefing.

She works quietly, only stopping to greet the rest of the team as they arrive one by one and when she’s done she heads to his office again. She drops them carelessly on his desk and smirks when he looks up at her with dark eyes.

“All done. Happy?” Her arms cross as she stares him down, something she knows he hates. Like she assumed, he stands up from his chair, dark eyes flashing with something close to annoyance.

“Next time you hand those to me.” His voice is even, and it only fuels her irritation.

“Or what? Afraid that I’ll mess all that paperwork you’re so concerned about?” She can see the way his fingers twitch, he’s restraining himself from reaching for her, probably wants to grab her throat but instead he settles for leaning forward over his desk, voice low and almost threatening.

“Watch your tone.”

When she chuckles his whole face tenses in anger and she feels the thrill of it tingle down her spine. He’s about to say something, his mouth opening and then closing as he tries to control his own anger at her behavior.

“Hotch,” The sound of JJ’s voice breaks through whatever tension that had filled the room. She looks between the pair as they turn to her. “we’re ready to start. Is everything okay in here?”

“Oh we’re fine, Hotch is just a little uptight. You know, the usual.” She can see JJ’s eyes widen, but it’s not the first time they had a disagreement, so the blonde doesn’t say anything and only nods awkwardly.

“I’ll be there in a second.” Aaron mutters as Emily leaves and JJ follows her. He takes a deep breath to try and calm himself, wills his heartrate to slow and the deep pull in his groin to go away. Emily was infuriating, but there was no denying how much his body responded to it. It’s another second before he joins the rest of the team, feeling dark eyes on him the entire time.

They listen as JJ presents the case, Derek and Spencer already throwing out theories before the meeting has ended, Dave agreeing and adding his years of experience in the mix. But Emily has stayed silent, something that was unusual for her.

“We’re heading to Kansas, wheels up in an hour.” Aaron finishes and everyone is quick to stand from the table. “Prentiss, in my office.”

“Did you piss off the principal?” Derek teases with a grin and she rolls her eyes at him.

“He has a stick up his ass today, I don’t know what his problem is.” She knows Aaron hears her, her eyes trained on him as he waits for her by the door.

Derek just laughs, not noticing their boss behind him and gives her a wink before she walks out to join Aaron on the catwalk.

The tension is thick and silent as he ushers her into his office and closes the door, not sparing her as much as a glance as he shuts the drapes too. When he turns to face her, she catches the dark look on his face but it does nothing but excite her.

“So this is what happens when I tell you no? You behave like a bitch?” He takes two long steps towards her but she stands her ground.

“No, I’m acting like a bitch because you’re an ass.” She grabs his tie in a tight fist and pulls him forward. “If you don’t want to fuck me, that’s fine. I can just find someone else.” She speaks against his lips with a dark smirk on her face.

The mere thought of Emily being with someone else, kissing and touching another person, sends white hot rage down his spine. With strength he usually doesn’t show he grabs her shoulders and spins her around, the force of it causing her to let go of his tie in surprise. He pushes her down on his desk, easily maneuvering her body like he wants to before slipping of his tie and tying her hands behind her back. Once he’s done he steps back from her, and when she doesn’t move he trails his hand up her back.

“You think someone else could fuck you better than I could?” He kicks her legs apart and she sucks in a breath. But she doesn’t reply and he bends over her back, speaking against her ear as he pushes her harder against the desk. “Do you?”

“Seems like you won’t do it properly anymore.” It’s not an answer and they both know it, but it has the desired effect and the low growl that comes from him vibrates against her back.

“Fucking brat.” He mutters, hands already moving around her to find the button of her pants. He pulls them and her thong down roughly and watches as she steps out of them before he kicks them to the side.

She looks back at him over her shoulder just in time to see him unbuckling his belt and she smirks. The pulsing between her legs only intensifies when his dark eyes find hers, want and anger reflected back at her.

“What are you waiting for?” She asks and it seems to be the absolute last straw for him. His hand lands on her ass, the slap loud and stinging, and she hisses. The second slap causes her to jerk forward and she gasps as her forehead lands on the smooth wood. He spanks her three more times in rapid succession and if he weren’t worried that they could be heard through the door he would have continued.

Instead he looks down at her, hands tied, smooth skin hot and flushed, his mark on her clear and he can’t help but to jerk his already hard cock. Before she has the chance to open her mouth again he steps behind her, his slacks and boxers shoved down just enough that there wont be any evidence of her on his suit. He pushes inside of her roughly, grunting at the tight heat that surrounds him as Emily whimpers.

“This what you wanted?” He huffs as he starts to thrust hard and deep inside of her, hands forcing her down against the wood and making it impossible for her to move. “This what you needed? To get the attitude fucked out of you?”

“Y-yes.” She gasps, the stretch of him burning, his breath on her neck damp and hot. She can’t do much but take it, and it’s exactly what she had been craving, the restlessness she had woken up with disappearing by each of his heavy thrusts.

They don’t have a lot of time, so he doesn’t waste any and quickly finds her clit. He rubs in circles, just the way he knows she loves and is rewarded by a breathy moan. His other hand move to cover her mouth and he stops moving, staying deep inside of her. She squirms slightly from the deep fill of him, almost too much.

“Do you want us to get caught?” He mutters and she shakes her head. “Then you gotta be quiet.” When she nods he slowly moves his hand away to instead wrap it around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just enjoys the fluttering of her pulse against his fingertips, the feeling of her labored breath.

“Move.” She grits out and he slaps his hand against her clit. “Fuck, please, please move.”

“There’s my girl.” He praises her and he feels her squeeze around his cock in response.

They stay like that, Aaron bent over her back as he holds her in place, his hips moving with sure strokes against her. It’s not long until Emily’s quiet moans turns needier, breather and she bites her bottom lip in an effort to keep from being too loud as her body starts to tense.

“Aaron, oh God.” She breathes and the sound of his name only gets him closer to his own release.

“Mine.” He mutters, barely aware of what he’s saying anymore. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” The words whispered, her sole focus on him and the way he’s making her feel as he gets her closer. “Only yours.” She gasps only moments before she falls of the edge, her orgasm rocking her entire body.

Her words are the last push he needs and he comes only a few seconds after she does, his pleasure muffled against her clothed shoulder. He stayed like that, pressed close against her, his hands turning gentle as his breathing evened out. The flexing of Emily’s fingers made him stand, a low moan sounding from him as he slipped out of her and she shivered. He untied her hands and draped the silk over one of his shoulders and watched as she bent down to reach for her pants and underwear but he quickly snatched the thong from her.

“Give me those.” She laughed but he shook his head and stuffed them in his pocket before redoing his own pants.

“No, I’m keeping these. You have more in your go-bag.”

She just shook her head at him but didn’t argue and instead pulled her pants back on. Once she was done she leaned against his desk.

“That was fun.” She smiled, cheeks flushed and dark eyes cloudy in that special way they always got after an orgasm.

“You really wanted to fuck huh?” He smirks before leaning down to press a kiss to her lips and then quickly inspected her wrists for any chafing.

“We both know I wasn’t going to beg, I needed you pissed off.” She muses with a soft hum, as she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss. When they break apart she takes the tie from his shoulder and loops it around his neck and under his collar. “Granted, I didn’t think you’d use the tie.” She laughed as she finished tying the tie and his hand grabbed her ass.

“You want to behave like a brat, I’ll treat you as one.” He always marveled at how easy things were with them, how they could go from hard to soft so quickly.

“Lucky me.” She winked and then quickly brushed her fingers through her hair. “Do I look okay?”

“You’re beautiful.” He says without thinking and she blushes. “But if you’re asking if you look like I just fucked you senseless over my desk, no you’re okay.” His words make her laugh softly and she nods.

“See you out there.” She presses one more kiss against his lips before walking towards the door and opening it.

She can feel three sets of eyes on her the moment she steps out on the catwalk but she avoids all of them. It wasn’t the first time she had snuck into Aaron’s office for a quickie, so she wasn’t worried that they would catch on.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks and she nods as she sits down at her desk.

“No really, Prentiss you good? What happened?” Derek looks between the open door and the now open blinds to Emily.

“We had a disagreement, but it’s settled, I think he saw my sides of things.” Her eyes lock with his through the window for a second and she can’t ignore the slight fluttering in her belly.

They fly to Kansas, the flight there turbulent as the rain pours down and only seemingly getting worse the closer they get. They get to the station and to everyone’s surprise it doesn’t take more than a few hours for them to find out who the unsub is.

Aaron sends Emily along with Spencer and Derek, as he and Dave stay at the station with JJ. It’s still raining and as they make their way towards the house where the unsubs mother lives. They were only going to ask her about his son’s whereabouts, but as they get closer a back door opens and a man walks out. He stops in his tracks as he sees the FBI vests and then turns around to run.

They quickly chase after him through the cold, wet streets. The rain is harsh, pouring down hard enough to make it difficult to see. But Derek manages to catch up and grabs the unsub, only to cause Spencer to trip over the unsub’s leg as he tries to get free, sending the youngest member of their team to fall to the ground, right in a large puddle.

She comes up right after them, and as Derek is putting the man in handcuffs she helps Spencer up.

“Are you okay?” She asks as she looks him over.

“I’m fine, just wet.” He mutters, his jacket soaked through and muddy.

“Come on, lets get him to the precinct and we can all clean up.” Derek tugs the man along, barely budging even as the much smaller man squirms and tries to fight him.

When they walk into the police station not much later she can see furrowed eyebrows and looks of confusion sent their way. She realizes that they all must look like wet messes and when JJ laughs as they approach her suspicion is confirmed.

“What happened?” She grabs her cardigan that she had disregarded and puts it over Emily’s slightly shivering frame.

“The bastard tried to run. Spencer tripped.” She motioned to the younger man who had taken his jacket off, his cardigan also wet and muddy.

“You want my jacket?” Aaron offers, already unbuttoning his suit jacket even as Spencer shook his head.

“No thanks, I’m okay.”

“Kid you’re shaking, take the jacket.” Derek tells him as he dries off his head with paper towels that JJ handed him.

“I’m okay.” He says again, pushing drops of water out of his face from where his hair was soaked and sticking to his face.

“Spence, just take it.” It’s JJ’s soft but determined voice that gets him to accept the jacket that Aaron is still holding out. It’s too big, the shoulder drooping and the arms too long, but it’s warm and he offers a smile.

“Thanks Hotch.”

“Don’t mention it.” He turns from Spencer to talk to the detectives, leaving the rest of the team to start packing up. They had only been there a day, a case was rarely solved so quickly but they were all happy to be heading home to sleep in their own beds that night.

By the time he comes back, the whiteboard is clear and most of the papers and files have been collected into neat stacks.

“The pilots are waiting for us.” JJ says before he even has the chance to ask and he smiles his thanks.

“Ready to get out of here?” Derek asks after throwing the takeaway mugs of coffee in the trash.

“Yes. Please.” Spencer says as he stands up, Aaron’s suit jacket still on. Absentmindedly he puts his hands in the pockets, a habit he’s had since he was a kid. “What is this?”

Aaron sees Emily’s eyes widen just as a look of confusion appears on Spencer’s face and his own eyes lock on his hand in the pocket. It’s like it’s happening in slow motion, Spencer pulling out the purple thong and holding it up for the rest of the team to see.

“Why is there underwear in your pocket?” He looks at Aaron who stands frozen in place. Derek whistles from beside him, a laugh soon following.

“Looks like someone’s been getting busy.” He pats Aaron on the shoulder while Dave joins in with his own chuckle.

“Well this brings back memories.” He says, remembering his own flings that happened when he was younger.

Emily just stared, mouth slightly open as her underwear hung from one of Spencer’s long fingers, too stunned to speak.

“Wait.” JJ takes a step closer to Spencer, eyes zeroed in on the thong.

Emily feels panic rising as blue eyes move from her to the thong and back. No, no, no, no, no.

“Those are Emily’s, I was with her when she bought them.”

The moment the words are out, Emily sees Aaron’s shoulder slump and eyes close as he pinches the bridge of his nose and for a moment she wants to kill her best friend.

“Uhm, what?!” Derek looks between them, one look to Emily’s flushed face and he knows that JJ is right. “What are your panties doing in-”

“What do you think?” Emily snaps, cutting him off and then quickly snatches her underwear from Spencer and stuffs them in her pocket.

The silence that stretches out between them seems to go on forever until JJ clears her throat, an amused look on her face.

“Guess you owe me 50.” She grins at Derek who just shakes his head at them all.

“I knew I should have gotten in on that bet.” Dave winks at Emily who’s looking at them with wide eyes.

“You knew?” Aaron asks, finally feeling like he could breathe again and he slowly makes his way to Emily who still seemed too surprised at the team’s reaction to move.

“It’s been an ongoing bet for like a year now.” Spencer added casually. “JJ bet Morgan and Penelope wanted in and then I wasn’t allowed to bet cause they said it would be cheating because I can recall every single interaction you’ve had.”

The laugh that erupts from Emily comes out of nowhere, like she can’t contain the mix of emotions inside of her and she hides her face in Aaron’s chest. When his arm wraps around her and his lips press against the top of her head she relaxes. They might not have everything figured out, but she was pretty sure they were heading in the right direction. When she dared to look up at him he was smiling down at her and she smiled back.

“Want to go to dinner with me?” He asks it quietly as the team’s teasing and joking becomes a backdrop.

“I think it’s about time.”

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biohazard-4ever · 25 days

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How do you imagine Leon as a boyfriend? :333

For both our indulgence and Claire's :D

This got me while I'm still a little dry of HCs. I have been out of the fandom for quite some time (7 years) and am returning only now so, I don't have many HCs to share with... Yet... So, this will definitely be a little messy and not as good! But I'll definitely comeback to this on later dates and update it constantly.

Are you ready? Are you? (COMPLETELY SFW HCs btw)

Oh, you pressed Read More. You sure are ready!

LEON WITH AN S/O COMPLETELY CLUELESS ABOUT BIOTERRORISM:

Maybe you'll want to accuse him of being too aloof for not giving you the satisfaction of telling about his whereabouts. Your friends might even accuse him of being toxic for keeping these "shady" secrets.

If you press him too much, he may let it slip that he is working under a "legal governmental organization" (The president himself, cough) that deals with really complicated things and he would rather not put you in the middle of all this. He is doing this to protect you, damn it! Can't you understand it?

His work will often be a problem in your relationship... It is something with the potential to kill him out of stress, yet, it is something he does not discuss with you at all. Don't take it as if he does not trust in you enough to share his burden. He just isn't allowed to.

Every time he comes home, you are shocked about the new scars and/or bruises he appears with. All you know is that he travels a lot, has excellence with guns and martial arts, and the more you think about it, the scarier you get. You're no fool... You know that whatever Leon is dealing with in his work, certainly has the full potential of killing him (and you).

PDA. Please, if you are not into it... Well, what are you doing with the one guy that will imprint on someone as a duckling?! There are days he leaves work and goes back home for lunch just because he wants to feel your scent and hold you for a few extra minutes!

You are his piece of normality, and he wants to keep things that way... Maybe you read somewhere about this "conspiracy theory" where "Zombies and Bio-weapons exist". He immediately pulls your attention to check the pup store! The Golden Retrievers pups are on sale!

LEON WITH AN S/O WHO ALSO WORKS FOR ANTI-GOVERNMENT (Or, basically, Leon with Claire!)

Leon is not content that you/Claire have to deal with this in any form or way. But he will not dictate how you/she should live your life. This is your fight too, all he gotta do is do his job twice as well so that YOU will not have to deal with it. He is the pawn at the front line, if back-up organizations need to take action, he already failed his job.

He will show up in the Terra Save HQ. Yes, he will pull his Government I.D at the entry lobby while demanding access to her office in the Non-Governamental Agency. He has lunch to deliver to his girl/wife and he wants to enjoy lunch break by her side!

Every birthday is celebrated as a miracle. It is like being borne again. One more year while living this crazy life? And you two get to celebrate it together? Insane.

IF HIS S/O CAN GET PREGNANT, he will feel a little more of urgency to do just so. You know...? You two live a very dangerous job and... Leon wants to leave a piece of him to you (or have a piece of you, in the worst-case scenario, for him). If not the case, he is completely as eager to adopt a child with you.

LEON WITH ANY S/O:

They will lay in bed on lazy weekends with their lips touching all the time while talking about sweet nothings. His hands inside their shorts' back pocket. Kneading their hips and buttcheeks lovingly.

When walking through the streets with his S/O, if cold or windy, he will put their hand inside his jacket's pockets while holding their hands.

Leon does a lot of things that, for him, it is only natural and he does not really notice he IS doing it until his S/O points it out, like, when having dinner at a restaurant or just at the table of their dining room... If his S/O leans down to try and fetch something that fell or is under their chair that requires them to lean down and reach under the table, Leon will stretch his arm to cover the table's edges closer to his S/O so they won't get hurt or hit themselves when they sit back.

He has two phones. One exclusively for his work, and one his S/O has complete and free access. When they're ready to sleep, Leon will put his phone on the bed on its side working as a mini-TV. His arm works as his S/O's personal pillow while you two watch videos and whatnot (tiktok, youtube, Netflix... You name it)

Leon does not like anything that has to do with BITES. Just. Don't. Not. No funny. And especially, DON'T BITE HIS NECK UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE PUT IN A SLEEPER HOLD. Don't worry, he will grow to accept kisses and wet, sloppy kisses there. Just try and understand it, poor boy has it rough, and often his neck seems to have a red target in it whenever he is out on an assignment.

Sweet messages are not uncommon. Leon acts as an eager youngster in love and you're his first ever sweetheart! He loves to BE in love. He daydreams about your life together and expectations.

He is not a shy guy or antisocial, and maybe his easy-going personality may trigger some jealousy from his S/O but, please, don't hold it against the man. Leon is a Human-people and he loves social interactions. As he said to Buddy after inviting him to drink some beers: "I like company". And it shows! He also invited Mike for a few drinks after they returned to the USA from Spain. (RIP Mike)

Leon loves shopping. Have you seen the man's jackets and watches he uses on a daily bases? His BIKES? Leon is a good-looking guy and he knows it. He wants to stay well-dressed and always presentable. Proud to always be seen as "the handsome boyfriend of his S/O" He even would use that as his first name if you would allow it. (You don't :( ) So, be prepared for a lot of walking and clothes shopping with him!

#HC #mine #leon #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #claire #claire redfield #cleon #OC #S/O #SO #LeonxSO #LeonXS/O

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Fade Into You Part. 5

Prequel Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, masturbation

FADE INTO YOU

Summary: This is the Prequel for Lights, Camera, Action! How does an outburst on your first day lead to a lifelong friendship with the Tribal Chief Roman Reigns and the stands the test of time. How does that friendship introduce you to a special group of people that will become your family.

When did the lines get blurred between friendship and wanting a relationship with one of your best friends Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow the friendships, and relationships of how they all came to be the one big happy family we all know and love in Lights, Camera, Action.

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New Years Eve Party

Jey’s House

“Jey, you have been ignoring me all night,” Taraji whined as Trin rolled her eyes. “Well, that is what happens when you show up somewhere uninvited,” Trin said as Taraji ignored her.

I mean Trin had a point, I didn’t even know this girl knew where I lived.

“Look Taraji this is for family, and I don’t really like you showin’ up uninvited,” I said honestly truly regretting having slept with her a couple months ago.

She made a big deal of it being about having fun but she’s lingering around.

I admit I gotta stop falling into the trap when she calls or texts about wanting to hang out.

“I can go, it’s no problem,” Taraji said turning on the tears. “Oh, ok please do,” Trin said pulling me onto the dance floor as I shook my head.

“I’ll talk to you later Taraji,” I said as Trin and I continued our dance.

“See you did this shit, all you had to do was keep lil Jey in your pants,” Trin said as I rolled my eyes.

“I know Trin, you right, I gotta do better,” I said as we danced. I finally could relax as I saw Sefa walking Taraji out.

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Sefa’s POV

“Are you sober enough to drive?” I asked as she smiled at me. “What you wanna take me home?” she purred as I cringed.

“Not really I was just making sure you don’t kill yourself, or someone else on the road,” I said honestly.

“I’m good I didn’t drink anything,” she said as I waved and began to walk back inside not even saying goodnight.

“What hold does Shantell hold over ya’ll?” Taraji asked as I turned to look at her. “What do you mean by that?” I asked as she smirked at me.

“Ya’ll just seem to just really love protecting her, I saw how ya’ll surrounded her tonight, almost like I was the bad guy she needed protecting from,” Taraji said as I sighed.

“It’s none of your concern, but we look after our family. That’s something you will never be, no matter how many times you open your legs to my brother,” I said walking away from her as growled in her throat.

“You are such an asshole,” she said as I kept walking ignoring her.

“Damn, you make shit so complicated Jey,” I mumbled to myself going back inside to join the party as I heard Taraji speed out of the driveway.

Joe’s POV

“Shantell not that I mind, but if you keep me to yourself all night folks gon’ start to think we are dating,” Joe said laughing holding me tight as we danced.

“Hey, I danced with Jimmy and Sefa too so there,” I whined as he spun me around. “Hey, I’m just teasing you babydoll, you know you my only dance partner at these functions,” Joe said as we continued to dance as Jey and Trin were dancing next to us.

I felt Jey’s eyes on me as I lifted my head off of Joe’s shoulder and met his intense gaze.

I felt almost naked under his gaze as I saw the questioning in his eyes before he turned back to Trin.

They exchanged a few words, as she slapped his shoulder. It seemed as if they were engaged in a deep conversation, making me wonder what they were talking about.

Trin’s POV

“Jey, you know you want to dance with Shantell, go ask her,” I encouraged as he shook his head. “Nah, I don’t want to interrupt her and Joe, they seem to be enjoying themselves,” he said as I slapped his shoulder.

“You know they are just friends, stop inventing issues. The only issue is you’re too scared to admit you like her,” I said tired of the bullshit. “Well, it's too late anyway she just went out on the back door,” Jey said as I smiled.

“That’s even better you guys can be alone. It’s almost midnight. Josh go ring in the new year with her,” I said as he gave me a hug and left to find Shantell.

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Shantell’s POV

I sighed as Dangerously in Love by Beyonce began to play as I leaned back in one of the lounge chairs on the balcony closing my eyes.

It felt good to just enjoy the waves crashing on the shore and the beautiful music.

“Aye, ain’t no sleepin’ girl it’s almost midnight, and you owe me a dance,” I heard Jey’s excited voice say as I laughed standing up.

“Well, you shouldn’t throw such good parties and I wouldn’t be so sleepy,” I said as he gave me a hug as we began swaying to the music.

“Girl, you been popular tonight I thought I would never get you alone,” Jey said as I laughed. “Oh, stop it, you could have been asked me to dance but you had to entertain Taraji,” I said as he nodded.

“I’m just kiddin' Shan, plus I didn’t want to entertain her. That’s why she left so fast,” he said as I slightly pulled away from him.

“What I mean is I didn’t invite her, I don’t even know how she found out about the party or where I lived for that matter,” Jey said as I frowned at him.

“Well, if that’s true sounds like you need to be more alert of the stalker vibes,” I said putting my head back on his shoulder as he held me close.

“I ain’t worried about Taraji, she knows what the deal is,” Jey said as I slightly winced thinking back to that night in the club.

I had never told him that I saw them, and I take that secret to the grave.

Matter of fact she was the last thing I wanted to think about while I was in his arms.

Later on in my destiny

I see myself having your child

I see myself being your wife

And I see my whole future in your eyes

Thought of all my love for you

Sometimes make me wanna cry

Jey’s POV

I was content, Shantell was in my arms and we were together.. I looked up and smiled as I saw mistletoe hanging over us.

That’s why Trin was pushing me to come out here. That Little sneak set this up, messy ass.

I can say in this moment I’m thankful for her, and I ain’t gonna let the moment pass me by.

“Aye, look up,” I said as Shantell looked up and laughed as I smirked at her.

“This is Trin’s doing I take it,” she said shaking her head as I shrugged my shoulders gazing into her beautiful eyes.

“I think you right, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. I mean what’s an innocent kiss between best friends right?” I whispered as she blushed but nodded.

“Yea, what could it hurt. I mean it wouldn’t be awkward at all, we’re friends,” she whispered as we glanced inside the window hearing everyone counting down to the new year.

Every time I see your face

My heart smiles

Every time, it feels so good

It hurts sometimes

I felt myself losing my nerve. It had to happen now, I had to kiss her but first I had to take a memory of this moment.

10!

I had to remember how she looked in the moonlight, how her body was calling my name to caress and cherish her.

Created in this world to love,

to hold, to feel,

to breathe, to live you

Dangerously in love

I gently caressed Shantell’s face as our lips lightly grazed each other, both of us moaning at the feeling of our lips meeting in a earthshattering kiss.

It was like the world disappeared around us and everything felt right.

I am in love with you, you set me free

I can't do this thing called life without you here with me

'Cause I'm dangerously in love with you

“Happy New Year!!!!” I could faintly hear as I pulled Shantell closer, our tongues gently danced with each other as our kiss became more passionate. I felt her caressing my face pulling me closer.

Her moans making me want more of her in every way as I held her tight, almost afraid she would disappear but I knew I had to let her go.

'Cause I am in love with you, you set me free

I can't do this thing called life without you here with me

'Cause I'm dangerously in love with you

I'll never leave, just keep loving me

The way I love you, loving me

“Happy New Year Shantell,” I whispered against her lips as she smiled pulling away, staring shyly at me.

“Happy New Year Joshua,” she whispered gently wiping her lip gloss off of my lips as I smiled at her.

Yea, my ass was gone. Crazy deeply in love with this woman.

Shantell’s POV

I can’t believe we just kissed! The excitement in the house was nothing compared to the excitement I felt dancing in my chest as he pulled me close, and we continued to dance.

Dangerously in Love definitely had a new place in my heart and I would never look at the song the same ever again.

I'm in love with you,

I'm in love with you

I can not do

I cannot do anything without you in my life

“You know this is one of my favorite Beyonce songs. I swear I’m going to a concert one day, It’s on my bucket list,” I said smiling shyly at him as he spun me around.

I was trying to change the subject and hoped things wouldn’t get awkward between us.

That kiss had blown my mind and this song was speaking to my soul, it was truly how I felt about Jey.

“Favorite song huh, well that’s good to know and the song is tight. Who knows I may take you to a concert someday,” Jey said as we continued our dance.

I love you

Dangerously in love

We reluctantly pulled apart as I could see the questions in Jey’s eyes.

“We good right? No regrets?” Jey asked, as I smiled at him gently cutting him off, covering his lips with my finger.

“Not a single one, stop stressing,” I said reassuring him as Trin stuck her head out the door to check on us.

“Happy New Year ya'll! Come on in we bout to turn up for the new year,” she said as Jey pointed at her.

“Yo’ ass ain’t slick, we know what you did,” he laughed pointing at the mistletoe as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know what you talkin’ bout,” she said closing the door with a knowing smirk before winking at me.

“I think we should go back inside,” I said as he sighed. “I know but it doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he said guiding me back inside.

“It will be fun, don’t I owe you some more dances,” I said as he perked up. “Hell yeah, and I plan to get all of ‘em,” he said as I blushed.

I think we would be ok; thank God the kiss didn’t make it weird. It was just an innocent kiss between friends and that was it…

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New Years Day

Shantell’s Condo

Shantell’s POV

“Baby, now you can’t keep on not livin’ your own life,” my grandmother said as I sighed. “Gram, it ain’t like that. I’m focused on trying to get my classes done so I can graduate. Romance can come later,” I said trying to make her understand.

“Sweetie, you can go on a date here and there. Enjoy yourself,” she said as I sat beside her bringing her a bowl. “Yes ma’am, I promise I will try,” I said with a small smile.

“Good because if it wasn’t for me, you would be done with college twice over by now. Probably well established in your career of choice and married,” she said as I frowned.

“Grammy that was my choice, I wanted to be there with you to take care of you. I don’t regret that, and neither should you,” I said as she sighed.

“I know baby but you’ve missed out on so much,” she whispered. “I haven’t missed anything Gram, what is for me will be, now let’s make this Mac and cheese,” I said trying to change the subject.

She was trying to get too deep on me and I had a great time last night at Jey’s party and I wanted that to carry over into today.

I missed cooking with her, and I just missed her being here all together. “Make sure that cheese is room temperature,” she instructed me as I graded the fresh cheese for her famous homemade mac & cheese.

“Yes, ma’am I remember, I always remember what you tell me,” I said honestly as she smiled sadly at me.

“Good my baby, I need you to always remember how much I love you,” she said as I frowned at her.

“Ok, I don’t like when you talk like that, it sounds like you tellin’ me goodbye and we ain’t doing that yet Gram,” I said looking at her.

“Baby, we all gotta leave here someday, but you right I ain’t leavin’ here yet. Least not till I know you gon’ be ok without me,” she said as I couldn’t stop my tears.

“Gram, I don’t want to think about that,” I cried as she grabbed my hands taking them in hers.

“Shan, I ain’t getting younger, but when that times comes I need you and your mama to let me go. I’m so tired baby,” she whispered as I nodded in understanding, but it broke my heart in two to even think about saying the words out loud.

I couldn’t even imagine being here on earth without her.

“I know Gram,” I cried as she pulled me into a hug. “Ya’ll gon’ be just fine my baby,” she whispered as I held her tight.

“Aye, Gram glad you back down here with us,” Jey said coming in the kitchen as I smiled wiping my tears. “Yea, I am enjoying the weather, kinda makes me want to move back,” she said as I got up and gave Jey a quick hug. “Aye, you ok?” Jey asked as I sighed.

“I’m good, I just need a minute. I’ll be back,” I said rushing off before he could stop me. The conversation had me tore up and I needed to regroup.

Jey’s POV

“Did I interrupt something important Gram? Do ya'll need me to come back later?” I asked as Shantell’s grandmother grabbed my hand. “Nah, baby I just was telling Shantell I wanted her to be happy,” she said smiling at me.

“We all want that Gram, she’s amazing,” I said as I could see her in deep thought.

“Josh, why ain’t you told my granddaughter you love her?” she asked as I smiled at her.

“Wow it’s that obvious huh?” I asked as she laughed. “Son, I knew that the first time I met you, so why ain’t you told her,” she asked as I tried to think of the best way to describe it.

“ I was tied down in a loveless marriage for years and now I’m trying to find myself, after years of living for somebody else,” I said pausing, looking into her eyes to see if she was judging me but I saw none so I continued.

“I really do love Shantell; I just know with everything I got goin’ on a relationship for me right now would be bad and I couldn’t live wit myself if I hurt her.

"That seems fair, and I agree with you," she said nodding her head in agreement.

"So, for now, we’re just friends and I think that’s best until I figure myself out,” I said lowering my head as she caressed my hand in a motherly way.

“Joshua, I’m not judging you son. I just wanted to know what the holdup was,” she said as I smiled at her.

“The hold up?” I asked as she laughed.

“Yes, the hold up because I know you two are going to have a beautiful life together,” she said as I felt my heart flutter at the thought of a life with Shantell.

“I hope so Gram it’s been hard to not just tell her but it ain’t fair to make her put her life on hold while I figure out mine,” I said as she nodded in understanding.

“It’s ok to take time to figure yourself out Josh, that’s how life is supposed to work. Some people who are hurt rush to move on and take that baggage with them and the next person they love suffers, it's not fair," she said as I digested what she was saying and really took it to heart.

"Honestly, you are doing the right thing and I’m proud of you,” she said as I gave her a hug.

I really needed to hear that from someone, I’m glad I took Shantell up on the invitation to come over for dinner.

“You always know what to say don’t you. Just a modern-day people whisperer,” I said as she laughed rubbing my back.

“I sure am, but you just take care of my baby Joshua when she finally does gives you her heart. I don’t wanna have to come back as a ghost and haunt you now,” she said laughing.

“I will Gram, she will always be safe wit me, and loved. I promise you, I'll always take care of her,” I reassured her as I felt her wet tears on my shoulder.

I knew she had been having conversations with Shan and her daughters about what she wanted them to do in case she became unable to make decisions for herself and I knew it was weighing heavy on them all.

I just hoped and prayed we have a couple more years with this amazing woman, she was a godsend.

I guess sometimes in life you gotta have the hard conversations and today, I can honestly say I felt a thousand times better talking to Grams about everything I was feeling.

“Now, just don’t make her wait too long. She can be just like me at times, impatient as hell,” she said as we both laughed.

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One Month later

Pensacola Oncology Associates

Shantell’s POV

“Doctor Randall please don’t play with me are you serious?” Joe asked looking at him in disbelief. “I’m serious Joe you are in remission,” he said as I screamed in excitement and relief.

“Oh, thank you, God,” Joe’s mom whispered as Joe put his hands over his face as we both reached over and hugged him.

“I’ll give you guys a minute,” Dr. Randall said leaving the room as Joe’s shoulders shook with emotion as he sobbed onto his mom’s shoulder holding her tight.

I tried to move away to get myself together and to give them a moment but Joe’s mom immediately grabbed my hand preventing me from moving away from them.

Our watery eyes met as she shook her head holding my hand tighter. “Joesph we’re here, let it out baby,” she soothed as he continued to sob.

He had beat it…Joe had beat cancer. I knew a weight had been lifted off of him as the trip to Samoa put a lot of things into perspective for him and I knew he was ready to face these new challenges head-on.

“Man, I gotta call Paul and tell him the news,” Joe said a few minutes later wiping his tears as he turned to me.

“Hey, not today you just got some good news. Let it soak in and spend some time with your family before you even start thinking about work. Work will be there, take time for you,” I said as he smiled and gave me a hug.

“Thank you for having my back sis,” he whispered as I nodded “You know I always got you,” I whispered. My brother was cancer free; it doesn’t get much better than that and I know he’s going to be back better than ever and get back everything he had to give up in order to go fight this battle.

Yea, the big dog was on his way back to the WWE and I couldn’t wait to watch him do what he loves again.

On the way back to my condo Joe had called Jey to give him the good news. Joe anxiously tapped his hands on the steering wheel as his phone connected to the car.

"Hello, Jey's phone," a familiar female voice said as I frowned at the radio as Joe looked at me in confusion.

"Aye, uh, can I speak to Jey," Joe said as I looked out the window trying to not let it bother me. "Um, who’s calling?" she asked as I rolled my eyes.

"Taraji I’m sure the caller ID either came up as Big Uce or Joe so put Jey on the phone or tell him to call us back," I said as she laughed.

"Hey, Shantell you know we miss you out here on the road girl. I’ve been keeping Jey company in a good way though since you’ve been home,” she said as I laughed.

“Well good for you, what do you want a cookie? I mean, I hope ya’ll are being safe in those storage closets. Watch out for the arena rats I hear they bite and carry rabies,” I said smartly as Joe held my hand as his mother snickered.

“It ain’t worth it Shan,” he whispered as I heard Taraji mumble something under her breath, but she wasn’t crazy enough to say it outloud.

“Look, tell Jey to call me back it’s important,” Joe said trying to get off the phone as his mom cut in. “Uh, sweetie, Tari,, Tanri, Tangerine, uh, whatever your name is put my nephew on the phone, this is family business,” she said as I smiled at her as she gave me a sly wink.

“Why you on my phone,” I heard Jey say as Taraji tried to cover her messiness up. “Jey it’s for you, it’s Joe and I figured it was important,” Taraji said as I rolled my eyes.

“What you even doin’ in our dressing room, let alone picking up my phone,” Jey said as I snickered hearing her trying to come up with an excuse as I heard a door slam.

“Jey, why you slammed the door in yo’ girl’s face. That’s not nice at all,” I said laughing as Jey growled.

"You messy Shantell, you know I ain’t wit dat girl," he whispered as I continued laughing.

"What’s up wit ya’ll and what did doc say?" Jey asked as I smiled at Joe.

“I’m back Uce, It’s in remission,” Joe said. “Yes sir! Let’s get it Uce!” he shouted as I shook my head so happy everything was falling into place. We had been in chaos for far too long.

“Ya’ll betta take care of my baby when he comes back out there Joshua,” Joe’s mom said as I imagined the smile on his face. “Auntie, you know we got Uce,” he said without missing a beat.

“I know baby, ya’ll have a good show and be safe," she said as I chimed in as well. “Have a good show Jey,” I said as Joe raised his eyebrows jokinly at me.

“Thanks, Shan, and good luck on new classes coming up,” he said as I smiled. “You keep up with my stuff better than me, but thank you,” I said as Joe laughed.

“Ya’ll two make me sick,” he whispered as I lightly punched him in the shoulder.

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Monday Night Raw

Feb 25, 2019

Jey’s POV

“I’m in remission ya’ll,” Joe said as the crowd exploded as did everyone backstage watching in Gorilla. Man, it was good to have him back.

“Yes sir! Let’s go bear!” Shantell shouted smiling at Joe on the Tv as he talked to the fans.

I hadn’t really spent any alone time with Shantell since the day after our kiss on New Years. This new hectic schedule WWE had us on wasn’t helping.

When I did get a chance to get home, she was in Ohio visiting her grandmother. The other time we all went bowling, and everyone was there.

I had a good time don’t get me wrong, it’s just I can’t remember the last time I spent alone time with her.

I missed just us vibing, talking about life and falling asleep together without a care in the world.

That mind-blowing New Year’s Eve kiss still had a hold on my mind too.

I’ve hung out with Taraji a few times, but it wasn’t the same. She wasn’t Shantell, I know what the problem is and I can admit it.

“I gotta get ready ya’ll,” I said as Shantell stood up and gave me a hug. “Go kill it, Uce, you know we going to be watching,” she whispered as I enjoyed holding her in my arms again.

“Thanks, Shan,” I said finally finding my voice, hating to let her go. As I walked away to get ready for our segment, I couldn’t help but steal another glance at her before walking down by the interview set to go over things with Jimmy.

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, beautiful can I steal you for a second?” Tevin asked holding his hand out as Trin grinned at me. “Uh, yea sure,” I said taking his hand as we walked down by the interview station.

“So have you given any thought to what we talked about? he asked as I smiled at him.

“I told you; I wasn’t ready for a relationship Tevin. Look I enjoyed our date, but I have too much shit going on to be anybody’s girlfriend,” I said honestly as he sighed.

“I know you hung up on him, and he’s too dense to even know you like him,” he said as I looked at him strangely.

“What are you talking about? I asked trying to play dumb.

“Look you ain’t gotta talk about it 'cause it ain’t my business. But I know you like Jey, so to save my own feelings I’ll stop pressuring you to go out with me,” he said as I sighed in gratitude, I hope he didn’t catch it.

“Now I hope I can at least call you or text you some time as friends,” he said as I smiled at him.

“I would like that, I mean we are friends after all,” I said glad he wasn’t pushing the issue because I didn’t want to talk about Jey.

I also knew Tevin wasn’t a one-woman man either, Nattie had given me the scoop when she heard about our date so I had been avoiding his calls and texts trying not to lead him on.

I mean he was charming and could make me blush with his compliments but that was about it, I knew the real deal about his ass.

You ain’t shit.. Ugh, some men I swear.

Jey’s POV

“Does Shantell seem a lil different to you?” I asked as Jimmy scoffed at me like I was crazy.

“I think you paranoid Uce, Shantell ain’t acting different,” Jimmy said as I saw Shantell talking to Tevin and I felt my blood boil.

“I just feel somethin’ been off wit her, I don’t know Uce,” I said as Jimmy shook his head.

“Nah, Shan has just been busy with school, you know she got one more year left. Her classes are getting harder, I heard her and Trin talking bout it earlier,” Jimmy said as I nodded my head trying to focus on what he was saying but I caught out the corner of my eye Tevin rubbing Shantell’s arms as she blushed. What the fuck did he say to make her blush?

“What the fuck is this?” I hissed, pointing at them as Jimmy looked and shrugged his shoulders.

“Tevin took Shantell out on a date a couple weeks ago, I guess they hit it off,” Jimmy said as I wanted to throw up at the thought.

“What you mean took her out? Shantell too busy for all dat, especially with somebody like his ass,” I growled my fists clinched at my side.

“I think you jealous Uce, but that’s on you cause instead of asking her out you jumped into Taraji’s cookie jar,” Jimmy said as I tilted my head in his direction, frowning wanting to slap the fuck outta him.

“Aye, chill wit dat shit, that was a one-time thing, “I said defensively. “Yea, but you are hanging out wit her Uce, that shit is dangerous. Before long you gon’ be dating her,” he said as I growled.

“No, the fuck I ain’t, I’m just enjoying myself right now,” I said as Jimmy laughed.

“Well, seems like while you are enjoying yourself, Shantell should be able to enjoy herself. Hell, from the looks of it Tevin wants to help her enjoy herself, Jimmy said looking at them with a smirk.

“I’ll kill his ass first,” I hissed as Jimmy laughed at me. “All that’s happening is on yo' ass because you should have told her how you feel about her,” Jimmy said rubbing it in.

“Man gon’ with that shit Uce, we just friends,” I said as Jimmy rolled his eyes at me.

“Well look at the shit you caused friend,” Jimmy said sarcastically pointing at Shantell as Tevin caught her off guard with a kiss, pulling her to him, caressing her hips.

“That muthafucka, I’ll break his fuckin’ face. Who da the fuck he thinks he is?” I growled as Jimmy grabbed my arm stopping me from going over there to knock the fuck outta Tevin.

“Nah, let him sop her up and down, she just yo’ friend remember, Uce,” he said as I snatched away from him rubbing my hands over my face in frustration.

“Tevin, I said friends!” I heard Shantell exclaim against his lips as she broke the kiss prying his hands from around her waist.

“I’m sorry it’s just you’re so beautiful and I wondered what it would be like to kiss you,” Tevin said as Shantell rubbed her temples.

“Please don’t do that again, I ain’t that type of girl ok. Look, I don’t feel comfortable with people I don’t know in my space.” Shantell said as Tevin tried to grab her hand as she moved away.

“Shantell, I just think we could be good together if you give me a shot,” Tevin said as Shantell held her hand up preventing him from coming closer.

“Tevin, you’re a nice guy but I’m not interested in you that way. What you did made me feel very uncomfortable, so I think we just need to stay away from each other for a bit to let things cool down,” she said trying to let him down easy.

“Aye, that’s cool, no harm done. I really am sorry,” he said as Shantell gave him a small smile before going back over to sit with Trin. Tevin smiled and continued to watch Shantell for a few seconds before returning to his station for the show.

“Creepy little shit, I’ll fuckin’ kill him,” I muttered as Jimmy cut me off, “Aye, Shantell handled it, go walk it off. We at work, go get yourself together, we on in ten minutes,” Jimmy said as I reluctantly went the other way.

I know one thing Tevin better stay away from Shantell or we gon’ have a serious fuckin’ problem that I won’t mind solving. That motherfucka was gon’ come up missing, if he ever touched her again.

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Rambling as to make sense of DTAMHD, tw ed and klinsky reference, this is horrifically long but i promise i'm going somewhere with it

I gotta say, watching it the first time I was fairly disappointed (The acting and episode were great, just wasn't sure how I felt about it as a finale) But having spent time to process, i would say this does its job as a Dennis catharsis episode, particularly symbolically

Starting off, Dennis has been almost scarily normal this season, or about as normal as Dennis can be (catfishing your roommate into using xl anal beads), not creeping on women, not getting fed up with the gang all the time, working with them in a familial manner again. Shockingly, it seems he's doing pretty good, and growing into himself

Like at the beginning of the episode, he's actually going to a doctor and apparently everything looks normal. Either this doctor immediately needs to be disbarred, or Dennis has been doing better taking care of himself, an unheard of concept

4. Dennis has a desperate fear of getting old, willing to do anything to prove himself still valuable, something to be desired, both connected to his childhood abuse by Mrs. klinsky, a way of rationalizing that it was okay because Dennis is special, just more developed, and his tenuous relationship with his mother where he was the golden boy, but emotionally separated from her due to drug abuse.

5. Dennis' mind scenario thing starts right after the title sequence i think, and we pretty much immediately get his interpretation of the gang and how he sees them.

6. Charlie is childlike, confused over the concept of sea level, and Dennis has an almost patronizing view of him, not understanding how he's this way if they are so similar

7. Frank brings up the family style cooking, the point of the pressure cooker, but dennis and the gang are in two different places, and the only reason they called was the sea level thing. Dennis sees the gang as a family, but feels like an outsider

8. Dee is reasonable and kind, backing Dennis up, supporting his decision for a mental health day, but seems to lack understanding as to why Dennis is doing this, a fundamental disconnect

9. Mac is always in view, all of him, the focus of the call. Dennis stays watching him, even though he says nothing particularly relevant in the scene. The whole of him appearing also has interesting implications of Dennis knowing who mac is, but he can only get a picture of the other members of the gang for a few seconds at a time. Mac is his constant.

10. To continue that thread, the other members are always yanking the phone towards them, stopping Dennis from being able to interact with him, but Dennis always knows where he is.

11. Frank is an asshole, diminishing Dennis' problems, acting like they don't exist, and as a much smarter person noted here, dennis' watch starts beeping the moment he starts talking.

12. Mac is also patient, cautious of Dennis' boundaries and doing exactly what he has to to make dennis feel safe.

13. Dennis is insistent on it being his mental health day and none of them participating, but as becomes evident later, the day is miserable BECAUSE they aren't there to back him up and support him. Dennis tries to stay away because they make things complicated, but they make things complicated by causing him to have big feelings.

15. He also gets repeatedly annoyed by very little things, like downloading an app or not getting the precise tea he wanted, but then calms by blaming it on the system (system seems like such a familiar word in the context of dennis and his thoughts... I wonder what it could be referencing lol) So all of those little inconveniences that stop Dennis from doing what he wants, can in fact be attributed to the system. Not only does he acknowledge it's the system, but also that he isn't the only victim, that others suffer because of it.

16. The tsuma blares the song when he opens the door in the parking lot, and he's so focused on stifling it that he doesn't notice he's just made a mistake that will hurt him in the long run.

17. On the French dip, dee once again works in conjunction to Dennis, encouraging them not to eat it. Charlie is afraid of Dennis' wrath, but Mac wants for Dennis to come home and be happy. Mac tries to reassure dennis.

18. Overall an aggravating phone call, but the moment he turns it off there are almost reactionary consequences, a police car pulling him over.

19. Dennis comes up with his own metaphors for what he's going through in his mind, likening himself to a pressure cooker.

20. He also has Dee and Mac decide not to call because they want him to have a successful mental health day and respect his boundaries, but frank continues to belittle

21. Along the lines of 16, "Dennis' true self is the tsuma" theory, he goes into a fit of rage when he can't communicate with his car. Dennis is comfortable in the car, but when he exits he puts on a mask, and now can't get back in.

22. The true DENNIS System,

D-Deliver me from this as in get me out of having to demonstrate value

E-Engage with human as in wanting a real connection rather than a physical one

N-Nancy(boy)/Neighbor/Nightmare/Never ending as in repeatedly nurturing dependence in a way that hurts him with the wrong people

N-NIGHTMARE/Never gonna help me as in even worse than the first n, and him knowing that it only hurts to neglect emotionally

I-Is this real as in the potential of something real with inspire hope

S- Somebody help me as in him wanting to escape the system

23. By my reckoning there are 3 people the ceo could symbolize, those being Frank, mac, or Dennis as a mask.

a. Frank because he is so oblivious, able to live a live of lounging at the beach, but it was his actions and neglect which have led to Dennis being trapped in his own prison. The frank is an older figure, and it makes sense for the diamond to be derived from his heart as he is his offspring in a sense. Dennis is reclaiming his sense of free will, taking back control so he can live a life that isn't predestined by his upbringing. The hand on the chest is trying to make frank understand, dennis still gets the pleasure of violent retribution though.

b. Mac is the one orchestrating the pressure cooking of the diamonds, explains the extreme homoeroticism of the scene. The systems have been created to protect himself from mac, mac is allowed to lounge because he has found peace with himself (MFHP) Dennis wants that for himself, and receives it from mac. Mac reaches out first, at the encouragement of dennis, but is pushed away so dennis can show his appreciation, upon which mac looks shocked. They clearly understand and have sympathy for one another. A love song is playing, and dennis takes mac's purest essence for himself, showing how intertwined they are. Mac is left unhurt because it was about the gesture, not the carnage.

C. Dennis as a mask, or what Dennis has made himself into to survive, lounges because he has been given control over the inner dennis. He has created all of the systems, and tsuma is his, made into a form that he can control for his own benefit. Dennis is his own worst enemy, and seeks to deconstruct this unfeeling being in order to find himself. He has a touching moment with himself, where mask dennis realizes that it is necessary that true dennis come to power. explains the homoeroticism because of narcissism, and ultimately true dennis decides the most humane thing he can do is leave behind mask dennis, killing him gently and taking his heart, condensing it into a diamond that symbolizes his innate goodness and incorporating it into true dennis.

I personally think it's a mixture of all three, but regardless this IS Dennis' catharsis. The motifs are there (crying, a powerful body of water) and dennis takes back control, actively choosing to be better. it's different, but it's still there.

24. In the end, when it's all revealed to be a glimpse into Dennis' mind and he's lowered his blood pressure, it's not because he's won per say. before the title, Dennis was keying up for some kind of angry meltdown, but he takes a moment and thinks better. i wouldn't say Dennis has had just one catharsis, but a million little ones in his mind since the season started, a million little choices to be kinder, more patient, better. He calms down and has found at least a temporary solution to his problem (The kratom doesn't hurt either) dennis has gotten so much better with interacting with others this season tbh, and to continue that to an extent would stop him from being the dennis we all know and love, sleazy and manipulative. And what he loves, what he knows will help him, is to be with the gang, his family. And he makes the choice to go to them too.

Remember, there is a structure. It will be fulfilled. (And if it isn't, at least we have FVR and Tends Bar)

#iasip #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #dennis reynolds #oh dennis reynolds #dtamhd #macdennis #mac mcdonald #charlie kelly #frank reynolds #dee reynolds

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eijirousbestie · 1 year

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where they would work

MHA HCs

Kirishima

Starbucks . ° •

He’s just so happy to be able to make people their favorite drinks.

It’s kind of endearing how he loves the shop as much as he does and he doesn’t even like coffee. Sometimes he’ll be curious about the taste of the various coffees he’s made.

He knows what it’s like to have a messed up order (and misspelled name) so he’s very meticulous with how he serves every order.

When writing a customers name on a cup, he’ll draw little doodles beside it.

Because of his bubbly personality tons of regulars flood the shop whenever he works. If he’s off shift, the shop is ridiculously empty.

His manager makes sure to keep him up front at all times because he brings in good money.

“Where’s Kirishima? The shop’s practically dead.”

“It’s his off day sir.”

Sero

Hot Topic/Spencer’s . ° •

You can’t tell me he wouldn’t work at one of these stores.

I can just imagine him wearing his usual clothes with a little employee name tag on his shirt as he talks your head off about his favorite bands at checkout.

“Look all I’m saying is Sleeping with Sirens were way ahead of their time. Gotta pay respect ya know?”

Will 100% be nosey about what you’re buying if it interests him in any way. Getting a graphic tee of your favorite artist? He’s all over it asking when you first stanned.

He finally found out what was at the back of Spencer’s and won’t stop cracking jokes about it.

Makes use of his employee discounts and shows up the next day wearing a shirt he got off the display for 75% off.

Kaminari

GameStop . ° •

Self explanatory really. Denks is such a dude’s dude he loves all types of games so why not work where he can be surrounded by them all the time?

He works cash and restocks merchandise, games, rentals and such.

When he first realized how broke he was he thought “getting a job” meant he was gonna have to slave away in an office somewhere crunching numbers. Who knew he’d have so much fun at work.

He’s practically best friends with his co-workers… except his discord mod manager. He doesn’t talk to him very much.

He chucks it up with customers who come up to him asking for the latest drops or game recommendations. He knows the ins and outs of their products and always points them in the right direction based on their preferences.

“Oh you’re wanting something similar to Overwatch? Whatever you do, don’t go Valorant. It’s kinda sucky really. Here, Apex is so much better, especially if you main Seer.”

Bakugou

McAllister’s . ° •

Okay now stay with me, it sounds random as hell to say he’d work at a deli but it makes PERFECT sense.

He’s got skill in the kitchen and I feel like he can make a mean sandwich. Bakugou as a butcher also makes sense.

When he first starts working at the deli, his manager puts him on cashier and he hates it. Having to listen to overly complicated orders drives him batty.

Needless to say, his manager put him in the kitchen after that. And thank god for that because he prefers it in the back anyways.

He secretly loves cooking for people so although he might gripe about an insane amount of pastrami going on one sub, he knows someone will eat well because of his efforts.

“What kind of a shit sandwich is this? Shit’s pissing me off I’m not making this.”

#mha headcanons #mha drabbles #mha x reader #bakugou headcanons #sero headcanons #kirishima headcannons #kaminari headcanons #bakusquad headcanons #mha hcs #bakugou katsuki #denki kaminari #hanta sero #kirishima eijirou

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heyy, i’m here requesting being loyal to my word lol, i have this little idea where adam is stalking/taking pics reader for a job and actually gets like obsessed ?? with them and tries to awkwardly make a move lmao, and obviously this happens before the bathroom events, idk if this idea sucks i just miss my pookie💔

Aldis- A.S x gn! reader

I love this idea so much and writing it was so fun!! Thank you so much for sending it in, writing for Adam is definitely a blast lol

Fic type- this is fluffy!!

Warnings- shitty bosses are implied, and the prices that are mentioned are inaccurate (I looked up aldi grocery prices and then adjusted for inflation by like, a dollar or two lol), stalk-ish behavior is mentioned (adam talks about trailing you going to and from work), cigarettes and smoking are mentioned a few times and Adam might be a little ooc

It started off as a job. Adam found himself hired by your employer to see what it was, exactly, that you did on the way to work and from it. Adam didn't want to know why your boss had wanted to know that of you and the money was good enough to not question it, so he went along with the words of your boss because the money, in the end, helped him pay rent on the shitty apartment he called home.

It started, apparently, because you'd come late to work a couple of mornings in a row with a variety of different excuses--the rain on a day of downpour, your car had broken down, your car was in the shop, your alarms weren't working--but Adam didn't bother to question that, either. He got his camera, he trailed you, he developed the photos and took them to your boss in exchange for cash that could be either devoted to making the rent or buying cigarettes.

Eventually, what was originally just a job became something a bit more for him. He caught himself genuinely caring about you, trailing you not because your boss asked but to make sure you got home without issue.

Care became infatuation, and infatuation got Adam Stanheight where he was--standing inside an Aldi Supermarket at six in the evening on a crisp day in late summer-early fall, having pretended to bump into you in the candle section, of all places, while he shopped Aldi for the deals that he could get on groceries as he needed them anyway.

"Shit!" Adam cursed, catching the candle you held before it could hit the ground on the basis of nothing but luck. "I am so sorry--I barely know my way around this area. I don't typically come down here, but the shop near my apartment is closed for renovations and I needed to grab groceries." Not entirely a lie--you lived in a different spot in New Jersey than he had, but only twenty minutes in a car, and the shop near his apartment where he could've grabbed groceries was closed, so it was Aldis and their bargain deals on any and everything both out of necessity and his minds desire to make a move.

"Oh, no worries!" You laughed. "Seriously--I don't know my way around here either, I typically shop somewhere else, but stuff has happened at work so I gotta do what I gotta do."

Adam had stopped taking photos of you only two days before, having been let go from the job after 'complications' according to your boss.

Adam was trying to flirt, but the flirting part of getting someone to give you their number was not quite his strong suit.

"So," you said. "There must've been another shop in your area. What brings you here?"

"You know that it's impossible to pass on ground beef at 99 cents a pound," Adam said, laughing. "Or a dozen eggs for $1.35, or milk for the low low price of $1.86--it's a rough economy and I am doing my best."

You laughed, and Adams heart gave a funny little flip. "$200 gets you a fuck ton more here than it does anywhere else. I've got candle money, which is nice to have again."

"Are things at work all right?" Adam asked, a feeble attempt at flirting that probably came off a bit too invasive. "Shit--there I go. Asking the way too personal questions. You don't have to answer that, we barely know each other and I don't mean to be invasive."

"My boss has cut my hours in half, is all," you said, shrugging. "I'll be looking for a new job next week, do you know anybody?"

"Nobody reputable," Adam said. "Not that I work with people who aren't, but--"

"What do you do, and what's your name? I'd like to put a name to a handsome face."

"My name is Adam Stanheight," he said. "I take photos."

"Subject matter?"

"PI stuff," Adam said. "I am a glorified snitch, basically, but the money is good."

"Well, glorified snitch," you said. "My name is Y/N and I work in marketing. You ever wanna make a career switch, give me a call."

You passed him your number, and Adam found himself in awe just a bit. He'd fumbled his way through flirting with you like it was the act of trying to share a cigarette and he was a first-time smoker, and you'd flirted like it was nothing.

"What if I don't want to make a career switch?"

"Call me anyway," you said. "We can shop at Aldis together and I can tell you all about the woes of my life in the frozen fruit aisle."

You walked away thereafter, and Adam was left to stand, his cart to his left, in awe.

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A full transcribe of JOEL MILLER'S dialogue/lines from the TV show THE LAST OF US.

EPISODE 6 - KIN

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

...gimme the gun. Gimme the gun, Henry.

Henry, no!

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And the gun.

Just someone passin’ through. Take the gun out, two fingers only. Put it out of reach.

I’m lookin’ for my brother.

I haven’t told you what he looks like.

A bit.

No. Ellie!

What did I just say?

Nevermind her. I need you to tell us where we are.

We’re somewhere here. Exactly where? And your answer better the same as your wife’s.

Well, you found a great place to hide, I guess.

So you haven't heard the name Tommy?

You got any advice on the best way west?

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They’ve lived here a long time. Put that back.

Shut up.

I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m fine.

I said I’m fine! Just the cold air… all of a sudden.

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Don’t start. It’s too close to dark. There’s some caves along the river. We’ll set up camp there, cross in the mornin’.

We can get our own rabbits.

Just keep movin’.

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Come down from there. You’re gonna break your neck.

No.

Okay?

Oh, it’s a “we?”

It’s never been an option. Maybe… an old farmhouse. Some land. A ranch.

Sheep. I would raise... sheep. They’re quiet and do what they're told.

And what about you, where you gonna go?

Sally Ride.

It’s a little late to start wonderin’.

Tried what?

Well, I reckon it’s a lot more complicated than that. Marlene, she’s a lotta things, but… she's no fool. If she says they can do it, they can do it.

I’ll do both. Get some sleep. Dream of… sheep ranches on the moon.

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You gotta wake me up if that happens. You can’t do things like this.

I’m responsible for you, okay?

Uh-uh.

You wake me up next time.

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Fine.

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You don’t know how to whistle?

No.

Talent.

Huh.

You can handle the shootin’. Not so sure about the dressin’.

The part where you take the guts out.

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You’re no Will Livingston.

Yeah. Don’t ask me. I don’t have a clue.

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Get behind me.

We ain’t lookin’ for any trouble. We’re just passin’ through.

How ‘bout we just talk this through?

Okay. Easy.

It’ll be okay.

There’s no infected out here.

Like I said, we’ll just move on.

I’m just lookin’ for my brother. That’s all, nothin’ more.

Joel.

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Tommy!

I came here to save you.

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Thank you, ma’am. Been a while since we had a proper meal.

Sorry. Ellie, let’s mind our manners.

What’s wrong with you?

Ellie.

Ma’am, we’re grateful for your hospitality an’ all. But it’d be nice to have a moment here, maybe just for family.

Congrats.

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And you said infected?

No, he can’t. How do you keep this place quiet?

You draw power from the dam?

So, uh, communism.

We’ve been doin’ fine.

Yeah. Okay.

You’ll be fine.

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Been a long time. Doesn’t seem like you aged much.

Pshoo. Christmas trees and bacon? Pretty decent set up.

She’s fine. Alright.

Oh, yeah. She’s the daughter of some Firefly muckety-muck. Tryna find her family somewhere out here. I was headin’ in this direction, so…

There’s a payment. So, you know where they might be, these Fireflies?

It’ll be easy for us seeing as you can headshot infected from half a mile away, which is a bunch of bullshit, by the way.

Oh, come on. I made it across the country. The two of us can make it from here to Colorado.

What, ‘cause your wife won’t let you?

She the one who kept you off the radio? Is that why you stopped messaging me back?

I’m your brother.

No, I heard. Wrong people might show up. So is that what I am? Am I the wrong people?

Those things I did, Tommy, those things that you judge me for, I did those things to keep us alive.

If you knew the shit that I’ve been through, Tommy, tryin’ to find you these last few months-

Guess we’ll find out.

What else am I supposed to say?

We’ll grab some supplies and be outta your hair in the mornin’.

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This ride to the university, is it a suicide mission?

You’ve had people go that way and come back?

She’s immune.

Ellie. She got infected, but she didn’t get sick.

Tommy. Tommy, I saw her get bit myself. That was months ago. Months. She’s immune.

It was Marlene. She hired us to smuggle her to some Fireflies. It went bad. Tess got bit. She made me swear to take the kid. It was her dyin’ wish. What the hell was I supposed to do? We made it as far as KC, and then… You know, she saved my life there… from another kid. Five years ago, I would’ve destroyed him. But she had to shoot him to save me. Fourteen years-old. Because I was too slow and too fuckin’ deaf to hear him comin’. And I saw… I saw a man kill his own brother to save her while I just watched. And today I thought that dog was gonna tear her apart because it smelled somethin’ on her. And all I did was stand there. I couldn’t move… I couldn't think of anything to say. I just… I was so afraid.

You think I can still handle things, but... I’m not who I was. I’m weak. Lately, there are these moments where the fear comes up outta nowhere, and my heart… feels like it’s stopped. And I have dreams. Every night.

I don’t know. I can’t remember. I just know that when I wake up, I've lost somethin’. I’m failin’ in my sleep. That’s all I do. It’s all I’ve ever done… is fail her again and again.

I’m just gonna get her killed, I know it. I know it. I have to leave her.

I mean, it’s why you took off on me, right? To make up for the things we did? Well, here’s your chance to bring your kid into a better world. You’re younger than me, you’re still strong. You said it yourself, you’ll come back. You have to take her. And you can’t tell anyone, not even Maria. Tommy, you're the only one I trust. If anyone else sees those bites on her, what’s under her skin… they’ll shoot her. It’s the last thing I’ll ever ask of you. I swear.

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Ellie…

Listen, um…

I came here to talk to you.

What exactly did you hear?

I made this decision for your own good. You’ll be way better off with Tommy. He knows the area better than I do-

Of course I do.

No. Don’t say another word.

You have no idea what loss is.

You’re right. You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad. Now come dawn, we’re goin’ our separate ways.

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No. I came here to steal one of these horses and go.

I know. Anyway… that was thirty minutes ago and I guess… you deserve a choice. Still think you’d be better off with Tommy-

Okay.

Hold onto both.

General direction?

Countin’ on it. Can I borrow that?

'Cause Maria took mine, you know?

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Wide right. You’re flinchin’.

I made it bigger than I should’ve. Eject the cartridge.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, give it.

Mm-hmm.

A deep breath in, slow breath out. You squeeze the trigger like you love it.

Gentle… steady. Nice and slow.

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No. The country was too big for that. Back then, there were basically two main ways of lookin’ at things. Some people wanted to own everything. And some people didn’t want anyone to own anything at all.

Neither. I just did my job.

That’s right. Houses, stores… that kinda thing. We were called “contractors.”

Yeah. We were cool. Everybody loved contractors.

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Right. It’s called a “turnover.”

Yup.

Basically… but violent.

Well, how ‘bout that? Made it in five days.

Still time to find out.

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Team mascot. It’s a kind of sheep.

They’re probably in the middle. Safer.

This way.

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Yup.

Sort of adults. I think it was just as much about partyin’ and findin’ themselves as anythin’ else. Figuring out what they wanted to do with their lives.

So, I’ve been thinkin'.

I don’t want a sheep ranch actually. I mean if the deal is I can do anything?

Well… when I was a kid I wanted to be a singer.

Why is that funny?

No.

You’re already laughin’.

Fair enough.

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Must be from the old labs.

First time seein’ a monkey?

Lookit.

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Mm. No guards.

Yeah.

This is a packin’ list. Something you make before moving.

Well… least it ain’t Clickers.

All the pins lead there. Maybe gettin’ ahead of the weather… Better facilities? I don’t know.

Out the back.

Ready?

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