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phantomdoofer · 7 months

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Chapter 5: Ricordi

Peppino carefully taped the sign to the front door of the pizzeria:

We will be closing at 4 PM for family business. Thank you for you continued support!

Peppino smiled as he unlocked the door. While he hated closing early twice in one week, this was too important. A lot has happened. He was actually quite proud of that sign. He'd printed it on the new computer and printer Gustavo had convinced him to buy. It was a cheap, small laptop, but before he hadn't even been able to afford it. Small steps lead to big things, Pino.

He heard the back door open as Gustavo came in. "Buongiorno, amico!" Peppino called. "How are you feeling today?"

"Bene, amico, grazie." He looked at the sign. "See you finally took my advice. Going to see Mama tonight, eh?"

"Sì," Peppino replied. "It's been too long. And with this whole clone business, she's wanted to see me in person."

She'd tried to call him the day before. Gustavo needed me, though. When he'd called her back, they'd had a short discussion about what Giuseppe had told her. "Come see me soon," she'd told him. "There are things I want to say face-to-face."

Of course, he'd already decided to do that. But Mamas will be Mamas.

The bell jingled as a customer walked in. As Peppino turned to greet them he heard a scratchy voice say, "Buenos dias, fat boy. Saw the sign, you going out of business again already?"

Oh Mio Dio, I do not need this stronzo today. He resisted the urge to punch the Noise directly in his toothy maw. "Like the sign says, I've got family business. Are you here to order? Otherwise, get out." Both Peppino and Gustavo crossed their arms. Peppino felt a vein on his forehead begin to throb as he worked to control his temper.

The Noise, of course, was unfazed. "Ah, fat man, you know I keep this place running! Why, I practically own it!"

After the Tower, Noise had made a lot of money on franchising deals, which he'd used to restart NTV. He'd invested in the land around his studio, and a lot of the Tower residents lived there. Not me, though. "I'll say it one more time. Order or leave."

"That's no way to talk to a paying customer! I outta-"

Suddenly a goopy, dripping arm reached down from the air vent, grabbing Noise by the head. He started shrieking as the hand flung the little creep out the door and across the street. As Noise picked himself up, Fake Peppino oozed down, waved, and ran outside, chasing the screaming Noise down the street and out of sight.

Peppino climbed down from out of Gustavo's arms, where he'd leapt in abject terror at the sudden appearance of the goopy clone. He wiped the sweat from his brow. "That thing still gives me the shivers."

"I noticed." Gustavo was trying not to grin. "Let's get to work, eh?"

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Peppino's scooter whirred its way down the side of the highway, a pair of freshly-made pizzas strapped to the back. His Mama had asked for them. Reminds her of Papa, she said. As he puttered along, he remembered the years where she had cared for him, after the war. Always either drunk off my ass, picking fights, or huddled in a corner. They had been bad years, and she'd been infinitely patient. Then, she had suffered some kind of attack. The doctors told Peppino it had been stress. His guilt had driven him even deeper. Only caring for her had kept him from trying to finally join his lost brothers.

One day, cleaning an old closet, he'd found his Papa's old recipe book, flipped through it, and found a note.

Pino, as I write this, I don't have much time left. The disease will take me before you reach seven. Your Mama, bless her soul, cannot accept my passing. I, myself, only regret not being here for the two of you. From your first cry, I set aside my dream for a new one: to ensure your happiness. I do not know when you will find this. But know that I think you have it in you to be great. You have always been my light, my inspiration. I hope you will be the man I dream you will be. I love you, my son.

On that day, Peppino had received a blessing from beyond the grave, and it gave him strength enough to drag out of the abyss. He'd worked to improve his skills, gotten his health back, gone back to school, and received his food license. He'd taken out the first loan, and opened the pizzeria. A copy of the letter was in his wallet. The original was with his Mama.

I wonder if she remembered to show it to Giuseppe when he visited. Probably not. Her memory is spotty these days, and there were a lot of other things to talk about.

His stopped his scooter at the bike rack outside his Mama's apartment. Locking it, he grabbed the pizzas, looked up, and took a deep breath. She already knows, Pino. The worst is already over. He walked up the steps, found her door, and knocked loudly.

When she opened the door, his heart sank, as as it always did, at the tiny, frail woman she had become. "Ah, Pino, il mio piccolino. I was getting worried that little scooter had broken down on you."

He kissed her on each cheek. "Not yet, Mama. How are you?"

In response, she took the pizzas and walked them to the table. "Oh, you know. Other than being an dried-up vecchia who sometimes can't remember what day it is, I'm doing well." She tottered to a cabinet, grabbed two glasses, and turned. "Will you take vino tonight, Peppino?"

"Just a little tonight, Mama," he said. He was careful about his drinking - while he didn't abstain, he'd drank several vineyards and breweries dry before he'd cleaned up. But he felt safe doing it here. She poured for both, then they sat down to dinner.

As they ate, and the pleasant buzz of inebriation softened his mind, she looked at him. "Your brother had a lot to say."

I bet. "Well, he's been kept away for thirty years, after all. That's a lot to catch up on."

She set down the slice she had. "I could not believe him at first. The lies, the secrecy. But he knew things that only we would know. And he looked so like you." She looked down. "But his life has been so hard. Not that your life hasn't been as well, Pino," she added hastily.

Peppino swallowed the slice he'd been chewing. "He told me some of it. We've both been through a grinder, in our own ways." He patted her hand. "It's OK, Mama. I think I've come to terms with... who and what I am. You don't have to walk on eggshells around me."

The elderly woman visibly relaxed. "I'm glad. I was so worried when I was told. Your mind was so fragile after you came back from the war. I know you have worked to be better, but I see it in your eyes." She reached across the table and cupped his cheek. "You still struggle. The darkness still sits in you. You miss your fratelli, the ones you lost in the war. You miss your Papa. And now this clone business. I worried that you would fall again. And this time you might not come back." She leaned back. "So I slapped him. For what he was putting you through."

Peppino leaned back. "But he's your son. Your actual son."

"Are you not as well?" she said. "You started out as him, yes? I raised you, held you when you cried, lifted you up. You are also my son, regardless of how you started, Pino," She smiled. "That has not changed."

Peppino felt tears well up again. "Grazie, Madre." He stood up and gently hugged his mother. "I don't deserve you."

"È una sciocchezza," she said.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Then Peppino said, "so you slapped him. A decorated special forces Major?"

She laughed. "Sì. He took it like a champion, too." She sighed. "Then I hugged him just as hard. He acts strong, but I can see in many ways he is still just as emotional as you, Pino. He is simply better at hiding it." She looked sad. "Even after so long, I can see when my sons are sad. He misses his friends, too. He's had to watch too many go out to die. He's had to send them. It weighs on him."

Peppino remembered the tired eyes, the slumped shoulders. I don't know if I could do that.

She leaned forward again. "Pino, you and I both know my time is limited. I want to tell you - be there for your brother. He will need you, and while he is strong, he is even more alone. You have your business, your dream, your friend. Soon, he will have nothing but you."

"Don't be silly, you've got years left in you!" Peppino knew it was a lie, but he couldn't, he refused to say the truth out loud. I don't know what I will do without you.

She smiled. "Still you hide, ragazzo. You know the truth." She smiled again. "I no longer have any regrets, now that you have a life to live. I know your Papa is proud of you." She looked at the wall, where the letter was framed. "He told you himself, after all."

She stood, and took the letter down. "Pino, I want you to take this with you."

Peppino gently took the frame. "But why?"

"To give to your brother," she replied. "I forgot it when he visited before. He will likely see you soon. He said something big was coming soon, and he wanted to be with you when it happened. So give it to him then. It is something he needs to see - just as much as you did."

"Sì, Mama," Peppino replied. "I think he does."

"Then I am content. Come, let's sit and watch TV for a while. You should not drive until you're safe." She grinned wickedly. "You have enough drunkenness on your record."

He laughed. "Ottimo, Madre. If that's how you want it."

They sat and watched TV for hours, reminiscing about everything and nothing.

As Peppino drove home in the dark, he thought of the letter strapped tightly to the back of the scooter. A letter from a man who never knew his blessing would apply twice.

It wouldn't have mattered to him, Peppino thought. Not a bit.

<<Previous/Next>>

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hisuianhellion · 4 months

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I Finally Chose Violence

SO. TO JUST PUT IT INTO PERSPECTIVE. Some major shit went down here. Three bandit sisters took the NON-heir brother of a Noble's ACTUAL heir. The Noble was dead, had it happen a few years prior, and the heir hadn't taken their place. The sisters, in their INFINITE FUCKING WISDOM, took the WRONG BROTHER to try and make a Noble outta him. Why? Ain't got a clue. Maybe to force a ransom payment or prove their way was better.

One problem: they took my Luxray, too, using a Gengar's bullshit shadow traveling shit.

Below is a play-by-play of what the fuck went down when I showed the fuck up.

I showed up. What I saw was Lucien (my Luxray, for context) putting himself in front of the Growlithe they stole and the Miss Fortune trio. He was not letting them get an inch closer, and I'm pretty sure when the middle sister got too close, he nearly took her arm off. He bit down, made eye contact, held her there, and let go. He didn't Crunch. He didn't use Fire Fang. He was making sure she knew he held back there, and I could not be prouder at him proving he is The Goodest Boy.

They did not take kindly to this, and sent out THREE POKEMON AT ONCE to try and take him down for DAAAAARING to attack them. So I turned things on them. I sent out both Nanami, my Samurott, and Barry, my Sylveon. Nanami backed Lucien up, while Barry? Oh I let him have some fun.

Barry went straight for the oldest sister there. He latched right onto her leg with his ribbons and started TUGGING. And the moment her Gengar came out? Shadow Ball To Their Face. That little genius knew the Gengar was a major threat, and I knew the exact one to send out to bait their defense.

See, they're used to the Security Corps. They use their Pokemon in a similar way to normal Survey Corps folk, and tend to follow strict regimens and rules. Exploitable ones. Ones these sisters liked to play around to fuck with them and get away with their schemes. Nah, fam. I don't play by the fucking rules.

The youngest sister ended up charging me directly after her Abomasnow got knocked out clean, but she was the only one not being handled. Thankfully, I had been brushing up on a few... SKILLS by proxy of dealing with Kamado. She wasn't expecting me to body-check her head-on. And I might've bruised more than her ego. Her nose was blooooody when she landed on her back.

To put it simply? Shit went very south very quickly for them. Because they weren't expecting someone capable of smoothly commanding three Pokemon at once while literally cracking someone's face with my shoulder, cane in the way.

So. Three sisters, all losing both Pokemon battles and actual brawls. They're all flailing madly. They're all rapidly regretting their choices. And it's at this point that I think, alright. They've had enough punishment. We don't need to do permanent damage. I've made my point, and I call back my trio. Instantly, they listen, and they're right behind me, glaring down these three. One's scuffed along the front, one's got a bite mark on her arm, one's got a broken nose. They're a bit nonplussed.

So I make an ultimatum. Give back the pup. Or they go straight back to Jubilife and I get a fucking explanation for things, pronto. They effectively go rabid with rage at that suggestion, popping Revives into their Pokemon's mouths, getting ready to fight just as dirty as I had.

This is when the two wardens of this area, Palina and Iscan, show up with Irina, the Pearl Clan leader. They've brought the smaller Growlithe, the ACTUAL heir. And when he sees what's going on... he charges.

I could see the desperation on his face. He saw three angry people with four angry Pokemon trying to take his brother away from him again. I'm also pretty sure all of us heard a howl come from the peak of the mountain, too, because I think something snapped in him. Not only did the light of evolution cross by his body... it was MATCHED with LIGHTNING FROM THE FUCKING SKY. Yellow, tingling lightning that literally made all of our ears RING.

What came out... was the BIGGEST. FUCKING. DOG. I HAD EVER SEEN. That thing was apparently an Arcanine, and he was AT LEAST the size of a whole ass SHED. And he was PISSED. Needless to say, even myself and my Pokemon were a little nonplussed and shocked by this, so the Miss Fortunes used that chance to flee using their Gengar again.

Which left us with a giant, pissed off, frenzied Arcanine Noble.

I was literally only here for a ghost sighting.

... needless to say, I had two Water types, though. Ones a lot more experienced in battle than a flailing pup-turned-monster...

........ it really didn't take very long, I'm gonna be blunt. But once he calmed down, hey! He wasn't a Gigantic Behemoth of a Doggo anymore. Just one that was actually close to my own height. And a lot more like his meek self from before. Lovable li'l flufferpup just got a glow-up. Literally.

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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Hi, saw ur smut prompt list. I have 2 request, which u don’t have to do.

1. Bob: 38, 45, 48, 50, 51, 75, 77, 86, 98. 💜👓

2. Rhett: 63, 39, 45, 46, 50, 51, 77, 89, 98. 💛🐂

TY! Can’t wait to see what ur beautiful mind comes up with! 💛💜

BAAAAAAAAABES!!!!!! I'm giggling like a naughty teenager who's just been caught by the nuns at school (lol).

Bob

You guys had gone to the ranch to help the family out

But when you had a minute alone, Bob took you out to the back field for an after-dinner walk

Pretty soon, you two started engaging into a kissing game which got heated pretty quick

You and Bob laid right down there in the field, lucky for you two, the grass was tall enough to hide in

Any exposed skin on either of you and he was all over it with the love bits and the nips, getting at your most sensitive spots and leaving dark little marks everywhere

You tugged on his hair just a little bit and he went absolutely feral......it was like he couldn't get you or himself outta those clothes fast enough

After which he thoroughly fucked you in that field

You could feel the heat in his face as he kissed your stomach, moving down to your core just slightly

And when he looked up you saw he was completely red in the face

"Oh my God, Bobby you're blushing!!"

He kissed you even as he fucked you in that field

"Baby I kissed you once and you took my breath away"

"Bobby......after all this time?" you asked.

"Always", he murmured before he kissed you deeply

The very next morning you woke up right in each other's arms

Bob reached for his jeans but found that his shirt was missing

And when he looked up, he saw you wearing it

"What?" you chuckled.

"Oh you have no idea how sexy you look, wearing my shirt like that" he purred

Rhett

It was kind of a shitty night down at the Handsome Gambler

You and Rhett had been debating on whether or not to go home just yet, seeing as it was gonna snow like a bitch through most of the night

You were right in the middle of a slow dance. Rhett had punched in the numbers on the jukebox and it had played "Joy of My Life" by Christ Stapleton, turns out that had been the first dance at your wedding

As the memories of that day came back, he couldn't help but kiss you

"Rhett we're in public," you giggled as you felt his stubble on your neck

"I can't help it baby," he purred. "I kissed you once and you took my breath away"

Sweet, sweet man.....you were happy that you had said "I do" to him those two years ago

He got a little more heated with the kissing

And pretty soon, you caved too

"Chevy.......NOW!" you hissed under your breath

You immediately raced him out to the parking lot out back

And the two of you jumped right into that truck

The windows steamed up pretty quick, obscuring any view that people might have had

The minute you tugged at Rhett's hair and ran your hands through it, oh he was complete putty in your hands!!!!!

The love bites and the nips he had left soon turned dark purple as he marked his territory

"Oh darlin' everybody's gonna know you're mine"

You had no fucking idea what happened after that, it was all pretty much a blur

At least until you felt Rhett jerking a little on top of you

"Did.....did you just come?"

When you saw that shit-eating grin and heard that laugh of his, you smacked his shoulder

"Rhett Abbott, you get down here and fuck me like you mean it!"

And oh did he ever.......

You hadn't even realized what time it was until you started to see snowflakes on the windows and against the light of the streetlamps

"Alright, lets go home darlin or we'll get snowed in"

As much as you wanted to lay there with him, you two had to get home

He hurried to get his jeans back on but when he saw you wearing nothing but his shirt and your lucky black lace underwear.......

"Rhett? Rhett what are you looking at?"

"Darlin ya'll have no idea how sexy you look in that right now"

"You want me to ride home in this?"

"YES PLEASE!!!!!"

"Ok but turn the heat up, it's freezing in here."

On the ride home, he couldn't keep his hands off of you

But you didn't mind

Because it was still the best night ever

And you always would be the joy of each other's lives

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hunted-moth · 1 year

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Forest Of Dreams Part One: A Shit Place

Summary// after the death of your older brother tom, you and Jake talk about life and catch up

Word Count// 1.3k words( 1,317 idk how to shorten it :| )

Warnings// Cursing, death(toms “funeral” and how he died), Bad writing(maybe), drinking, small fight scene- let me know if I should add anything else -3-

A/N // I want to be gay with Neytiri and I can only find poly reader stuff :’) so I’m writing it myself! But beware I’m dyslexic and had shit education so if it’s weird to read that’s why. Oh and the banner was made by me but the pics are from the game pandora rising and a clip from the movie

“YO TOM, I'M HOME, YA HERE?”

you said walking through the door, silence. ‘Strange, But oh well he's a grown man after all. He can do what he wants” you thought

as you walk to the kitchen to get something to eat and grab a drink. As you got to the fridge you saw a note:

‘Went to the store be right back for more food :D’

“oh, so that's where he is,” saying out loud. You open the fridge and grabbed a pop and a pudding cup and go to plop down on the couch. You just got back from your avatar training. You were going to Pandora as a Xenogeologist. you did ok with said training but the language was a bit difficult to grasp.

you finished the snack and opened a laptop to study and practice said language, but just as you were about to start, a knock at the door interrupted. A sigh escaped your lips as you got up and opened the door with some sass.

“Are you Y/N Sully” two men in suits greeted you at the door, “yeah what do you want?” attitude rolled off your tongue

“Is your brother Tom Sully, age 22”, “yeah, what about him?” you asked warily

“He’s dead, stabbed in a mugging gone wrong,” one agent said with zero emotion as if he had said it a dozen times already, “he's at the morgue if you'd like to see him,” the other said

At the morgue, you looked down at the box that was about to be pushed into the inferno you tried calling jake but he never answered

you looked over to see that none other than your older brother jake rolled in with two agents.

“We're looking for Sully T” the agent's voice boomed, you recognized them as an RDA agent.

“Yeah over here”.

“Jesus Tommy” “yeah, two cops came to our place, said he was stabbed by some thug for his cash” was all that was said between the two.

You heard the two agents talk to Jake about replacing Tom in the avatar program. You just tuned it out and thought of what to do, you had three days till you were shipped out. you had just graduated college a few months ago, so had a shit ton of free time. Then a thought popped into your head.

“Hey Jake, wanna go get a drink?” a smirk formed on your lips

“what? Aren't you 20 though” jakes face was confused, both from the fact he was already drunk and the fact you were two years younger than him

but with a shit-eating grin, you pulled out your wallet to show your fake ID

“don't worry, i'll be fine,” you said with a smile

“Jesus N/N” jake couldn't help but chuckle

“Relax, besides I turn 21 in a few months. Plus we get shipped out in three days, so why not live a little”

He only shook his head with a smile “fine” was his final answer

“nice let's go to this bar I know, two streets down I think”

Location–Cherry Tops Bar

“TO TOMMY” both of you toasted to his memory, then took a swig of the liquor

“So how’d you get a fake id,” he asked “ahh I knew some art majors back in college, had them whipped one up for me when I was 18”

“Good lord Y/N, you graduate high school at 16 with that brain of yours and you get an id to drink”

“Hey, at least I waited, 'cause I seem to remember you coming home drunk” pointing out his hypocrisy seemed to get a laugh outta ya.

Growing up it was just you three, so, of course, you'd pick up both traits of your brothers

“So how ya been anyway,” you asked Jake, the two of you hadn't talked in months. Jake sighed saying

“same old same old,” he said with a gloomy face

“ah well, that's gonna change in about three days and about 6 years from now” you both laughed with jake returning your question to you

“oh you know, I finished college about two months ago, Zoe and I broke up, and got my ears stretched” “oh you and Zoe broke up?” “yeah, just didn't feel anything anymore, plus I'm leaving for what 16-18 years so might as well call it off,” you said with a neutral expression, sure she was a nice girl beautiful too. There just wasn’t anything there anymore

As you and Jake were getting caught up in your lives, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked over to see some dude looking down at you with a stupid smile clearly drunk. You recognized him as a former classmate, he was a known creep who'd get up in everyone's space

“Ya need something dude?” there was a hint of annoyance in your tone as you shrugged off his hand

“yeah, Just need you in my bed tonight” he wore a sleazy grin while looking at your chest

“ah sorry man, I already got your Ma in mine, can't keep her waiting, right bro,” you said as you looked at your brother to continue your joked

“yeah sis, let's bounce and go to yours,” he said with a playful smirk

Obviously, he was a momma's boy and didn’t take kindly to calling his mom a whore as he looked at the two of you, he looked like he was about to punch you, and when he eventually did, you swung back faster.

Knocking him to the ground. His buds went to help him by knocking you down but Jake had your back by wheeling into them. You straddled the guy getting a few licks in before you were pulled off by the bouncer and you and Jake were thrown out. You got up laughing while helping Jake up.

“Why don't you crash at my place till it's time to go, bet you still live in that shoe box” you offered

“Yeah sure, i'll head to my place and pack up tomorrow” he agreed, and started rolling away

“sounds like a plan”

Location– Y/Ns and Tom's apartment

The apartment was small but still bigger than jakes. It had two rooms and a closed bathroom but was still small though with little space for anything else, but since Y/N and Tom were out of the house all the time it didn't matter.

“Hmm kinda cozy” jake commented

“Yeah, and pretty cheap for what it is. You can sleep on the couch ". You moved the coffee table so Jake could have a place for his wheelchair. Then retired to your room to sleep. As you were sleeping, you had a dream, you were in a jungle. You heard giggling and it ran off as you chased it into the forest. Then you woke up.

Location– Jakes Place

In the morning you and Jake went to his place to help him pack up.

“wow, I really do forget that you literally live in a shoe box” you looked around his place, it was an open floor plan, and very cramped

“shut up,” Jake said as he pinched you

“OW,” you yelped.

It was a quick activity as he didn't have much to his name. As you two head to your house you thought about the dream again. Jake noticed and asked:

“Hey, what's up? Been spacing off all morning,” he asked concerned

“hmm oh nothing, had that forest dream again,” you said nonchalantly as if it was breathing

“Wow, this is like what? The hundredth time” he joked. You've been having this dream since you were a kid. Sometimes you'd be flying, running, or swimming after someone. Your mother always said that it was god giving you dreams of the past, but you wrote it off as just a random recurring dream, stemming from the fact you like nature.

Jake only nodded as you two made it to your door. You decided to order some food and just relax for the day.

It felt weird to you, Jake and Tom were identical twins, but Jake had longish hair. So seeing him do the same routine as Tommy gave you a sense of Deja Vu.

Once you finished you retired to your room to get some studying in and rest. As of tomorrow, you and Jake would be put in cryosleep as you journeyed to pandora.

Next // PT 2 New Life New Dreams

Previous // N/A

Taglist//

//Masterlist//

A/N// First chapter :D good god is this short, this also might be bad…but oh well you start from somewhere lol and it will be longer lol

I've got some ideas for pt 2 but if you have some feel free to give them to me. Oh and this fic was inspired by ‘Dream Girl’ by omgkatherine01. Like I said inspired so some things might by similar haha

#neytiri x reader #x reader #jakes and reader are siblings #avatar x reader #neytiri x avatar reader #neytiri #jake sully #avatar #james cameron #james cameron avatar #wlw #lesbian paring

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homu-san · 9 months

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Dreadful Stories

Old Jack here with another ghastly tale inspired by Sage's Island's most unfortunate school. I'm calling it...

THE SURPRISE ENDING OF VIL SCHOENHEIT!

As a young star, Vil was famous for his looks.

Now at 18, he was all washed up. A has-been.

But in a lucky break, he'd been asked to showcase his signature look at a local convention for aspiring celebrities. It was just the boost his career needed!

Unfortunately, his looks hadn't aged well.

"Mmm. Getting better." "I think you just need the right motivation."

His biggest fan ( And right-hand man)

Rook was about to demonstrate when-

YAAAARGGGH!

"Now that was a great scream."

It was one of Vil's dormmates. He'd apparently gotten food poisoning and had to be rushed to the infirmary due to something Epel did.

"What was I meant to do? He was picking on me!"

"That's not a reason to give them food poisoning!"

So Vil got stuck at the dorms to teach Epel a lesson. His convention comeback was canceled.

RAAAAAGHH!

"Ok, I'm hearing frustration but I'm not hearing terror. What if I tried-"

*A GANG OF HOODLUMS IN HALLOWEEN MASKS HAVE BEEN TERRORIZING SAGE'S ISLAND TONIGHT! POLICE ARE URGING RESIDENTS TO-*

CRASH!

"That came from the basement!"

"You're right!" "Also, I loved your delivery on that."

"Why is the basement door locked?" "Because Epel likes to use it to sneak out."

"There's a key hidden in the music box. The secret is to keep winding... and winding... Until finally, the key pops out."

"Thanks, Roi de Poison." "I'll be back in a sec."

Twenty minutes later, Rook hadn't returned.

So Vil went to look for him. Right on cue.

He reached for the music box...

And as he wound the key, he listened for Rook but the dorm was silent.

He found one of Rook's arrows and imagined the worst.

*...THE GANG'S LEADER IS THE INFAMOUS HOOKMAN KILLER, DR. KARL HAMEL, WHO IMPALED AND ATE HIS FAMILY TEN YEARS AGO TONIGHT.*

The old fridge rattled and grew still.

ROOOAAAAAR!!!

"Oh dear!"

KRAK!

"AAAGHH!"

"Rook?!" "Roi de Poison, Relax. I was just trying to scare you to help find your scream."

"Well I'm not scared, Rook. I'm furious!"

"Then act furious! All I'm getting from you now is that you're hurt and confused and you're-"

SLAM!

He threw him out, but kept a little something to remember him by.

"Roi de Poison? Have you seen one of my arrows?"

And he was still holding it when he fell asleep watching the late-late picture show.

Hours later...

VIL!

"Epel? What's going on up there?"

AAAAAGH!

"Ok, I'm coming up."

"But if this is a trick, you're dead, Epel."

"Epel, Are you there?"

Epel had vanished. But his bedside radio was still on...

*-SAGE'S ISLAND POLICE DESCRIBE THE MAN AS 6 FEET TALL, WITH A STEEL HOOK FOR A HAND. RESIDENTS ARE URGED TO LOCK ALL DOORS AND WINDOWS AND NOTIFY THE POLICE OF ANY SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY-*

CREEEEEAAK

Vil turned, saw the Hookman, and...

"GASP!"

Was speechless.

He was quite smashing!

SLAM!

And whoever he was, he couldn't get enough of Vil!

"Ok, Vil, There's gotta be another way outta here!"

That night, he played his part beautifully.

Riddle's door hadn't been opened in years. The hinges groaned.

K-CRACK!!

He wasn't moving, but he sensed that the story might not be over yet.

The Hookman had vanished! He listened for his breathing but all he heard was..

DING

DONG!

At the door, he heard whispering.

*PSSSSST*

"Oh dear."

SURPRISE!

"GASP"

"BRAVO, VIL!"

"YOU WERE WONDERFUL!"

"WE LOVE YOU!"

His fans had come to surprise him! For Vil, it was a dream come true.

Then he saw what kind of monsters they were and he realized what was about to happen-

He was going to be famous.

And with his final breath Vil Schoenheit gave the performance of his life.

EEEEEEEAAAAGHHHK!!!

I wasn't there myself, but I hear Vil was magnificent!

"Poor boy! He had a taste for stardom..."

"...But unfortunately so did his fans!"

Of course the police blamed it on poor Rook, disappeared the same night.

And little Epel? Hiding under his bed the whole time!

He took it all pretty hard. But that's another story.

As for Vil, tucked inside the music box was all they ever found of him.

His ear.

Now that's what I call an ear-ie tale!

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A rotten corrupt world

After the banquet came Giuseppe's speech. He was going to do some emergency PR for himself trying to explain what was going on with that whole Delfina Baradoz situation. She had been invited to the summit, but had denied the invitation for some odd reason, so she wasn't even there to defend herself, it's perfect.

Giuseppe: Yes, Delfina, or Delphine as I call her, is my daughter. However, I would never try to hide one of my children, especially one who obviously look so much like me. You see, it all started when I married Gwenaelle Lorgn-

In the middle of his sentence, he was interrupted by Daniele, bursting into the conference room enraged. He ran towards the podium and punched his former childhood hero straight on the nose.

Daniele: Outta my way, old man!

Once the old spellcaster was on the ground, Daniele threw a temporary paralysis spell at him. It should last around only five minutes, but he still won't have much time to do his speech before security shows up.

Daniele: Hi everyone. My name is Daniele. I was born in Tartosa in the powerful Rossini family 23 years ago. When I was 12, I was diagnosed with progressive magic degeneration, and while my parents never claimed I was dead, they like to pretend that I am.

He quickly scanned the room and noticed standing in the very back, Dawud, Gwenn and Adem. They were just there, hoping they wouldn't get noticed by any of the staff or worse, by Giuseppe himself.

Daniele: I knew spellcasters with my disease or a similar to mine, or who were straight up born without powers, were treated horribly, but I didn't realize the extent of it until recently. Our society truly is vile towards our most vulnerable. I know we are all traumatized to a degree about being mistreated by humans, even by other occults sometime, but we need to understand that ironically, there is more to being a spellcaster than casting spells. I mean, do you really think humans see me as one of them?

He took a moment to catch his breath, then continued.

Daniele: People with my condition who have more typical spellcaster traits such as say, purple hair, don't even lose their traits! Hell, a few months ago we had a case of a young human man becoming a spellcasters, we're not as different as we claim to be. We like to claim we're different species, but we're clearly not like...just the fact we can have children with each other should be a big enough proof. We're all homo sapiens, we're all people. It's just that some of us can do magic, some of us grow fish tails underwater, some of us are half-bat, some of us turn into wolf during the full moon and some of us have dragonfly wings. Fuck, I'd even say we're all humans, how come us occults can't even get that words even though we objectively are human being too? Like, we're complacent in our literal dehumanization. This whole division thing is stupid, you realize a woman whose goal was literally to create peace between humans and spellcasters was demonize to hell and back like holy fuck! And it's not human who were demonizing her, I'm just saying. I understand, like I said, humans have mistreated us for centuries, I'm not forgiving them for that, but at least, can we just not let this pent up anger be redirected towards people like me or Delfina. Please.

Gwenn and Adem looked around, people were looking at them. Seems like they weren't that subtly hidden after all. Though, there was one person with them that hadn't been mentionned yet.

Daniele: And like, proof we're not so different, both "regular" humans and spellcasters get mad when we start dating each other, or if we fall in love with other occults. A-A-And...I no longer care that you're human, Dawud, I love you.

Dawud turned bright red, and was now totally outed as a human to the rest of the crowd who had no idea who he is. He literally did not know how to respond. The guy really made a whole speech, a poignant speech in spite of it being improvised on the spot, begging for acceptance to his community, a speech which might go down in spellcasting history even, and then ended it with a gay love confession.

Adem: Dude, I think he might be talking about you.

Dawud: Y-Yeah.

Anyway, he would not have the time to give Daniele an answer live, as security barged in right after. Even if one of them secretly agreed with the speech, he started it by punching an old guy unprovoked.

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fractured

nineteen: reunited

chapter summary: After Eleven reunites with everyone at the Byers' house, the group comes up with a new game plan to close the gate for good.

chapter warnings: language

word count: 1.9k

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KATE LOWERED HER gun as she watched Mike move closer to Eleven.

As far as everyone in that room knew (besides her and her father, of course), El had died after defeating the Demogorgon last year. Neither Kate nor her father had told any of them that she hadn't died because of the threat to her safety. While it had impacted everyone involved in the first incident involving the Upside Down, it had certainly affected Mike the most (he had taken care of El in secret in his basement for a week whenever they had first become involved with the Upside Down).

Even though Kate and Hopper immediately recognized the girl in front of them, making them lower their weapons, and Mike moved closer to her, Steve was completely confused. At first, it didn't click into place for him; he had only been concerned that this random girl had somehow killed a Demo-dog with her mind, proceeding to throw it through Joyce's window and then unlock the door with her mi—oh. He didn't dare ask because he very quickly realized that this must have been Eleven, the girl with superpowers he had only heard about, except now she had short, slicked back hair instead of the buzz cut. He knew he couldn't be the only person with any hesitations, right? "Is that...?" Max started, but when everyone in the room only stared at Mike and El hugging in front of them, she seemed to get her answer.

"I never gave up on you," Mike said, pulling away from El. "I called you every night. Every night for—"

"Three hundred and fifty-three days," El said, cutting him off. "I heard."

Mike hesitated. "Why didn't you tell me you were there? That you were okay?"

"Because I wouldn't let her," Hopper replied.

Kate sighed as her father stepped closer to El. Her hair was slicked back, her eyes had black greasepaint under them and on her eyelids, and her clothing was all black, which was much different than the flannels she normally wore.

Hopper only seemed to stare at her. "The hell is this? Where you been?"

"Where have you been? And you?" El asked, looking to him and Kate.

Hopper only hugged the girl, and Kate came up behind her, joining in. "I'm so sorry, Ellie."

Before she could reply, however, Mike interrupted the Hopper family reunion. "You two've been hiding her," he said, anger starting to taint his tone. "You've been hiding her this whole time!"

"Hey!" Hopper said, grabbing Mike after the boy had hit him. "Let's talk. Alone."

The two girls watched as Hopper took Mike into another room. Before El could react, Kate engulfed her in a hug of her own. "I'm so glad you're okay. You scared the shit outta me, you know that?"

El started to pull Kate tighter into her arms, but she accidentally grazed the wound on her side, Kate quickly wincing in response. El jumped back, pulling herself away as she noticed the patch on her stomach peeking through the tear marks of her sweatshirt. Her eyes became wide, almost seeming to glaze over. It was almost like she had a moment of realization, one along of the lines of it being her fault Kate had gotten injured. "Hurt?"

"I'm okay," Kate said, shaking her head and trying to smile reassuringly. She didn't want to upset Eleven now that she had just gotten back. "I promise, okay? Don't worry about me, talk to your friends!"

El smiled in response, and with that, Dustin and Lucas brought the younger girl into a tight hug as Kate walked back over to Steve, who looped his arm around the girl to help support her. Before Kate could say anything, Steve said, "So that's why you wouldn't let me in the other night."

Kate shrugged, stifling a laugh. "Yeah, sorry. That shouldn't be a problem anymore for obvious reasons."

"I wouldn't have even known, by the way. I never got to see her. I was also told she had no hair?"

Kate gave him a confused look, but whenever he shot the same look back, she remembered that Steve had only gotten involved at the tail end of that weekend, when everything had happened the first time around. Steve had come to Jonathan's house to apologize for being an asshole, but Jonathan, Nancy, and Kate were there to fight the Demogorgon. While Steve did get to see the Demogorgon, he didn't get to see Eleven, nor watch her in the deprivation tank (or kiddie pool) that they'd built in the Hawkins Middle School gym. "Yeah, well, she did have a buzz cut. Those can grow out, Steven, in case you didn't know."

Steve chuckled, pulling the girl closer to him. "You know, I never thought the Hoppers would be ones to harbor a fugitive."

"You know, me neither. Guess there's a first time for everything."

He chuckled in response. Without another word, Kate leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. Whenever he looked down to her, he almost melted. Even after everything, she was still beautiful to him. "We should probably go check them soon."

"Like we didn't check them fifteen minutes ago."

Steve sighed. "I'm just worried about you, Kathy."

She gave an unreadable expression. "I'm okay, Steve."

Even though he knew that Kate was far from okay, wasn't even in the realm of okay, he didn't press her on it, only pulling her closer to him. Right now, the only thing that was keeping him from absolutely freaking out was the fact that she was standing right next to him, and helping even more was the fact that his arm was wrapped around her.

It was a feeling that he could get used to, him and her together. Now that he knew the Hoppers' deepest darkest secret, he hoped that Kate had been right in saying that it wouldn't be a problem anymore. He wanted things to be how they used to be, minus the screwing a random girl every other week or so. While he didn't exactly love the fact that she was so hurt, so close to death, he did love the excuse to put his arm around her, to hold her hand. It was his way of supporting her, even if he knew she would later try to fight him on it.

He didn't say anything else to her, letting her mind rest for a moment. Even if she didn't want to admit it, he was sure that working out the Morse code hadn't helped the obvious headache she had. He would've told her to lay down while they figured out the next portion of their plan, but he didn't want to start an argument with her. Steve figured that maybe her father would get her to hang back, and maybe she would finally listen and take it easy for the time being. He feared if she didn't stop pushing herself soon that she would make things even worse than they already were.

Steve watched over her carefully, shifting his gaze in between her and Eleven, the girl that had superpowers. Part of him couldn't believe that everyone else had been so okay with her killing one of these things and sending it flying through Joyce's living room window, but he figured he would just go with it. He didn't want to piss off the girl with superpowers, did he? Part of him could already tell, though, that the girl with superpowers was much more than a girl with superpowers to Kate: Kate loved her like a sister, and Steve knew that without her even having to tell him. It warmed his heart to see that Kate got to be an older sister again.

Kate watched carefully as Joyce explained everything that had happened to El. She had shown her Will, who still lay on the couch asleep, as the group finished their game plan.

"You opened this gate before, right?" Joyce asked her.

"Yes," El replied.

Joyce sighed. "Do you think if we got you back there, that you could close it?"

Eleven didn't reply, but just about everyone knew what her answer would be.

It hadn't taken long for the group to revise their original plan, especially now that they had Eleven to close the gate.

Hopper sighed. "It's not like it was before." He had been trying his best to explain the situation to the group, but most importantly Eleven, who had already agreed to close the gate. "It's grown. A lot. And, I mean, that's considering we can get in there. The place is crawling with those dogs."

"Demodogs," Dustin corrected.

Hopper looked to him with an unreadable expression. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I said, uh, Demodogs," Dustin replied. "Like Demogorgon and dogs. You put them together, it sounds pretty badass—"

"How is this important right now?"

"It's not. I'm sorry," he replied, diverting eye contact with the Chief. It was almost like Dustin was afraid of him.

"I can do it," El said, pulling the conversation back to the original topic.

"You're not hearing me," Hopper replied.

"I'm hearing you. I can do it."

"Even if El can, there's still another problem," Mike said. "If the brain dies, the body dies."

"I thought that was the whole point," Max replied.

"It is, but if we're really right about this...," Mike started. "I mean, if El closes the gate and kills the Mind Flayer's army..."

"Will's a part of that army," Lucas said, filling in the blank that Mike had been leaving out.

"Closing the gate will kill him."

Kate only watched Joyce at the end of the table—she knew she couldn't lose anyone else tonight and she was going to make sure of it, especially since Bob's loss was her fault. Even if no one had said it was, Kate couldn't help but blame herself. She didn't think she would ever stop blaming herself for it, not when he could have still been alive. She wished he would have let her die instead.

Before anyone could say anything else, Joyce moved out of the room quickly. Naturally, everyone followed her to her destination—Will's room.

"He likes it cold," Joyce said, almost to herself.

"What?"

"It's what Will kept saying to me," Joyce explained. "He likes it cold." She closed the window. "We keep giving it what it wants."

"If this is a virus, and Will's the host, then...," Nancy started.

"Then we need to make the host uninhabitable," Jonathan replied.

"So if he likes it cold..."

"We need to burn it out of him," Kate finished.

"We have to do it somewhere he doesn't know this time," Mike said.

"Yeah, somewhere far away."

That was when Kate and her father made eye contact with one another, and she nodded. "You know, I think I know a place."

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I stood up upon that old cliff out in the forest and looked out at the drop below. I usually wasn't so damn... Sad... back then, or at least I never admitted that I was, but... At that point I'd hit an especially low point. I'd say it was maybe a year or two ago, not super sure at this point, keepin' track of time is a fuckin' waste nowadays anyway.

I'd been... Battlin' with lotsa thoughts, thoughts 'bout where I came from, who I was. It was... At a point where I'd accepted that I wasn't meant ta be here, but I also felt super fuckin' lost all the same. I'd accepted it, but I wasn't at peace with that shit, so it made me angry and upset and I sometimes thought I was gonna just burst into tears. Fuckin' weak, if ya ask me, but at the same time... Lettin' myself cry later on was the best feelin' I'd had in so long...

But at this point, I wasn't alright with that idea. I couldn't act like that, I'd told myself. But all the same, I felt lost and confused, and useless too. I wasn't a fuckin' hero, and I couldn't even make myself into a competent adversary. I was just some guy who fucked shit up for the others, just an asshole with no place in this realm. Even at that point I was still stuck on wantin' ta be a part of shit, yet not wantin' ta become one of those "goody goody" folks, cause that shit's not me.

So I didn't see myself goin' anywhere. No buddies, not anymore, I hadn't seen those fuckers in years by then. No purpose, nothin' ta strive for or do. Bein' "above" people didn't even appeal to me anymore.... No real reason to stick around, huh?

So that's what I thought about. Would probably make their lives easier, I thought. They'd probably like me better if I took out the damn trash, I convinced myself.

But I'll admit, heights fuckin' scare the shit outta me, so I hesitated, I hesitated for a long while.

Long enough ta hear the sound of an engine, and the sounds of rough wheels digging into the dirt and underbrush, approaching, getting louder fast, before I heard the sounds of breaking and skidding to a halt. The low rumble of the motor slowly died down, and I heard feet hit the ground.

I turned my head to see who was there, then spun and tensed up, facing the familiar person.

And, as usual, he only stared back at me with a blank sort of expression, classic look for the stupid bastard huh?

Shadow... He knew me all too well. For all I knew he hated me with a passion. For all I knew he hadn't killed me yet because that blue idiot absolutely refuses to let him. Too fuckin' merciful man, he coulda avoided so much shit had he just eliminated me...

And yet, as we stared at one another, not saying a word, his expression... It... Slowly changed. Not to rage, not to hatred, not to any sort of disgust or anger.... It was... More like some weird fuckin' mix of... Empathy and... Sadness? Not... Not sadness, somethin' like sadness though. Those same vibes.

All he did was give a soft sigh, before turning away and hoppin' back on his bike, giving me one last look... One as if to say "follow, if you want", before he drove away back into the forest on the nearby track I think he'd been travellin' on prior.

Somethin' about that... How he'd looked at me and just.... Said nothin'... It got to me a lil. That shit hurt, and I still don't really know why.

He'd had every opportunity to kill me, then and there. He coulda gotten ridda my sorry ass 'n avoided dealing with my bullshit later on. Yet, despite all that... He... Almost... Seemed like he'd wanted to say somethin' to me.

And... He also didn't try ta stop me. Something about that too just fuckin'... I dunno, it... Confused me so much that... When I looked back over the cliff's edge, I... I didn't desire that anymore. I didn't feel like it was needed. I was curious, I... Had ta figure out why the fuck he'd just... Been like that to me. Why he'd looked like he cared about me. He's wasting his damn time caring about a fuckin shitfaced loser like me, but...

I can't help but want it to be true.

Maybe I am just a selfish prick, who fuckin' knows. All I know is that I...

I desperately want to have somethin' to hold onto here, in this world that's not my own... I don't think I'm ever goin' back anyway...

And I decided then that I'd... At least attempt to make something for myself. Homeless, idiotic, and, admittedly, depressed as shit... I still, in that moment, wanted ta try.

#no you dont get to know who's POV this is #because i dont wanna be fuckin slaughtered for this characterization #but whatever it's fun to write the fucker like this and also it's technically my own rewritten whole version of him so whateverrrr #anyway #sth #sonic #sonic au #my writing #dogyz auz #paradox au #shadow the hedgehog #implied suicidal #tw suicide mention #it doesnt actually happen but #the implications are there and intentional

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End Of The Line

Chapter 30: Hey Driver

Thomas Hewitt X AFAB!OC

Word Count: 4734

Warnings: None

Her frail arms returned his embrace, weaker than he remembered, but just as comforting. He clung to her, afraid that if he let go she'd disappear into thin air before his eyes. He ignored the bus driver's honking as he stepped back to let the doors close, carrying Luda with him as he did so. He wasn't about to let the man's impatience ruin this reunion that he believed impossible. He was so sure she had died, whether it was the fire or time that had killed her he had never decided, but to have her there caused him to unravel. To feel her hand reach it's way up to the back of his head so she could comfort him as he sobbed was something he hadn't realized he needed so desperately. She was just as undone as he was, her tears seeped through his shirt to rest on his chest as she hugged him as tightly as she could.

"Oh, I thought I'd never see your sweet face again," she said with a sniffle, "I never thought- Tommy, I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner."

He hunched over and buried his face in the crook of her neck to let his tears fall unseen as she held him. The bus had long since left and he didn't care at all. Mama was there, telling him it was okay, that he was okay when he was so far from it in that moment. Ten years of grief stained her shoulders as she let him cry until he finally took a deep breath and lifted his head.

She rested her hand on his cheek as he looked down at her, smiling through the bittersweet tears that continued to pour out. She looked different, worn from traveling. Her hair had lost its gray and instead, turned a stark white. It was thinner too, he noticed as the breeze sent the wispier strands around her face flying. Though she smiled up at him, he could see the sadness that lingered behind it. She knew. Her nose scrunched up before she lowered her head and brought her hand back to wipe some of her tears away.

"I didn't wanna be there for it," she said softly, "'spose that's why I came late, just wanted to hear the news firsthand, I guess. I didn't expect to see you here neither."

She lifted her head again, squinting in the sunlight as she studied his somber expression, "He's gone, idn't he?"

Thomas nodded his head and she let out a relieved sigh, "You know, I felt it. It was like suddenly the air was easier to breathe in, not quite as dense as it was while he was here."

A silence fell over them when he gave her soft smile in agreement. He lowered his gaze to her feet and her brow furrowed as more tears started to sting her eyes.

"Thomas, I'm so sorry," Luda whispered with a crack in her gentle tone.

It stung a bit, because he knew what she meant. She wasn't sorry for Hoyt, it was Ronnie that had caused pain to break her voice.

"I tried to stop him, but after you two left, he changed. He'd been bad before, but somethin' inside him got worse and if I'm bein' honest, I think it drove him mad. He stayed down there for a few days, lyin' on that table. He could move, he just didn't feel like it I guess, so he didn't. I kept thinkin' I should have wanted to check in on him, as awful as that man was, he was my son, but I just couldn't do it. I don't know if it was fear or anger that kept me away, but I didn't wanna see him. When he finally came back upstairs, that's when Monty and I saw it. He was quiet and we both know that idn't-" she stopped and shook her head as she pressed her lips together before she continued, "wudn't like him. He kept his head down, stayed clear of me and Monty like he'd catch sick or somethin', but he watched. Sometimes from that car, even though it didn't drive no more, sometimes from his chair like he did when he had you down there in the basement. It was like he was waitin' for somethin' to crawl outta there, a sign of sorts. I kept wantin' to figure out what it was he was thinkin', but Thomas I couldn't look at him, it scared me stiff to. His eyes were so black, even after the bruises faded, they were so dark, empty. I knew it was only a matter of time 'til whatever it was goin' on in his head made itself known and it did. It did."

She paused for a moment, brows furrowed atop wide eyes that had seen more than a lifetime of horror, but some was too much for her to bear and it was evident in the way her gaze fixated on his chest. It wasn't him she was looking at, not internally. It was the memory she had to prepare herself to share that had captivated her so completely.

"He went back down there one night, after we'd gone to bed. It wasn't too unusual, he'd done it a time or two before, disappeared for awhile, but that night I heard him talkin'. I don't know who or what was down there with him, or really, what was in him, but it had gotten tired of bein' locked up and it wanted out. I heard the stairs creak and figured he'd worn himself out rantin' in the mirror, but when he got to the hallway, I heard it draggin' along the wood behind his feet. I don't know how I knew, but I did and I wanted to tear myself out of bed before he opened Monty's door, but I couldn't. I sat up, but my legs wouldn't move. They were stuck, just like my eyes, sealed shut, but I heard him pull that switch and I heard that awful sound and I heard Monty-"

Her voice caved in on itself before she turned her face away from him, searching for respite in the horizon. Her eyes whipped back and forth for a moment as she gathered herself with a quick breath to look at him, but she found comfort in keeping her gaze at his feet. Thomas rested his hand on her shoulder and she squeezed her eyes shut at his touch.

"There was nothin' I could do, Tommy. I don't even know why he did it, he just snapped and I just sat there and waited, because I knew I was next. It felt like hours on the edge of bed after the saw shut off, watchin' the door and the silence didn't help. It was dreadful and all I kept thinkin' was why. Why Monty? He'd never done a damn thing to him, always kept out of his way, respected him even if he didn't deserve it and he never challenged him, not like the rest of us. All he ever did was cling to Hoyt's good side and it ain't no secret why, he was terrified of him. Scared to death that very thing Hoyt did would happen to him if he didn't walk the line, but that didn't matter none. He was easy, all he could do to defend himself was beg and that's exactly why Hoyt did it. He wanted to be begged for mercy, he wanted to know what it felt like and most of all, I think he wanted to be you, Tommy. After you left it became real hard to deny who'd really kept us goin' for as long as we did. He may have been the one pullin' the strings, makin' you do the things you did, but without you he had nothin', no muscle, no strength, no power. He finally figured that out and it was jealousy that ruined him. He couldn't let you go and he couldn't be you either and it ate at him until there was nothin' left to take. Left him empty, just a vessel ready to be used by whatever it was he found down there in the basement or his own damned subconscious. He let it take over, then he left, but not without leavin' one last message. After he finished with Monty he went back downstairs, didn't come for me, instead he left me there, probably hopin' the smoke would do me in 'cause he didn't have the guts to do it himself. I'd already gone to Monty by the time I smelled it, he must have drowned the basement in gasoline 'cause it caught quick. I won't lie to you, after seein' what he done to your uncle, I thought maybe I'd just sit there by him and burn, but that wudn't as easy as I thought it'd be, not when deaths lyin' there next to you. The smoke didn't help either, it didn't seem to matter how much of it I breathed in, it just wouldn't knock me out like I was hopin' it would. It just hurt and lookin' at Monty made it hard to stick to my guns. His eyes were still open, wide, frozen in fear of whatever it was he saw at the end and I don't think I was ready to see it, 'cause I ran. It's a miracle I got out, 'cause there wasn't an inch of that house that fire hadn't kissed. I almost didn't, the door wouldn't budge, but I was more afraid to burn than bleed so the window was where I went, right through it. When I didn't find him out there I thought he'd had the same idea I'd had and just let himself burn. It was foolish of me to think it, Hoyt always thought too highly of himself to accept a fate like that, but I wish he had. I wish he'd burned."

Her head nodded up and down as she let those last words hang a moment between them. Thomas was still, he kept his gaze focused on her and the way she trembled as she thought of what to say next. She seemed intent on dancing around Ronnie's name for the time being, but he knew it was coming and he wished she wouldn't have been so frightened to bring her up. It pained him that her memory still brought such sadness.

"I wanted to find y'all, but I had to find money first. I ended up at a diner, worked when I could, slept where I could and after awhile I made my peace with the fact that I'd probably never see either of you again. I knew you were safe and I held on to that, I knew Ronnie would make sure you all were. It was easy to trust that, she had a way of makin' the best outta the lowest lows, that determination she had was a force to be reckoned with," she smiled as she thought back on her daughter in-law, but it faded as she continued, "I guess that's what made the words I read in that paper so hard to believe."

Thomas' brow furrowed. He didn't understand how the news of a woman's death in New Mexico had found its way to Travis county, but Luda was quick to put his confusion to rest.

"It must have been fate, 'cause if Hoyt hadn't started runnin' his mouth about that fire, I don't think I would have ever known, but there it was. I didn't recognize the name since she always went by 'Ronnie' and we never managed to get a last name outta that girl, but I kept on readin'. 'Man condemned to death for the murder of Veronica Spencer claims evidence connected to a number of unsolved murders may be found in the remains of a Travis County house fire'. I didn't have to flip the page and see his damn mugshot to know it was him they were talkin' about and it was Ronnie Hewitt he'd killed."

Short for a name I don't care too much for, he remembered some of the first words Ronnie had ever spoken to him with a somber smile. He lowered his gaze to the ground when he realized Luda must have only just discovered she was gone.

"When I saw the date of her death it broke me. Ten years you've been grievin' her and I was none the wiser. I wasn't here and I should have been. I don't think I'll ever stop kickin' myself for that," she said as she shook her head solemnly.

Thomas shook his head as well, he didn't blame her in the slightest, but he shared her sentiments. There were some things he himself would never stop kicking himself for just the same. Luda finally looked back up at him and that shadow of guilt that hung over his bowed head didn't slip past her. She reached forward and grabbed both of his hands in hers, which managed to get him to meet her eyes once more.

"Thomas Brown Hewitt, don't you dare tell me you been blamin' yourself all these years," she said sternly.

He was quick to look away as his chest rose up with the breath he quickly took in to quell the threat of further tears. He had been, in every which way possible. His compunction on the matter had buried itself so deep he imagined it would one day be found inscribed upon his bones. 'Guilty', whoever dug him up would read in the dust. He had yet to find any other way to remember that day without repeating 'you should have been there'. He'd even had times he felt he should have been there the very moment Ronnie had met Hoyt, to hold him back as he watched her drive away, untouched. He would have gladly lived a life without her if it meant she would have gotten to live her's. He could have contented himself with that if he'd seen what allowing her to love him and granting himself the pleasure of loving her would ultimately lead to.

"That is not what she would want and you know that," Luda said as she squeezed his hands.

He returned her grip as he tried to keep his shoulders from trembling with each forced breath. Luda's expression softened as she watched him deny any more tears passage. The loss he'd suffered was palpable, she felt it in her palms and it ran through her until it reached well past the barriers of her heart. He was still filled with so much love for her, just as he had been the last Luda saw him and she knew it was the kind of love that doesn't simply pass with time. Ronnie was to Thomas what wings were to birds. They could live without them, sure, but a life without touching the sky when it was just barely out of reach would steal the song from their mouths, they'd have no reason to sing if they were forbidden to glide the breeze. There were no words to describe how cruel what Hoyt had done to him was, but she couldn't allow him to bear the guilt any longer. He may have lost his wings, but Luda knew for certain he'd find his song again. He'd find his way back to the sky.

"Thomas, I know words can only do so much and I know I can't put an end to your pain, not completely, but you know me," Luda said as a delicate smile pulled at the edges of her mouth.

Thomas chuckled lightly as she spoke, "I gotta try and not only 'cause I'm your mama, it's just who I am."

She looked up at him softly. That motherly outpour of love she had for him bubbled up to the surface and for a moment, he felt as though he was a boy again as he observed it in her. She rested one of his hands in her's and covered his knuckles with her palm as she considered her words quietly.

"Where you and I come from there's a finality in death, an end that comes swift and hard. We were the ones who delivered it, we were takers and you grew up learnin' to walk side by side with it, with death. We didn't think about after, 'cause we had no use for it. After was simply figurin' out how to cover up the smell, keep the rot away as long as we could. We dealt with the physical parts of it, but I have feelin' it wudn't just me who heard it when the lights went out and night came. The cries never really went away, their mourning lingered in the walls of that house, maybe even inside us, 'cause sometimes I still hear it. Conscience, I think is why we heard it and Hoyt didn't, least I don't think he did. He was empty, like I said before and we came real close to bein' just like he was, then she showed up," she smiled again like before, softly, but this time it didn't fade as she continued, "When Ronnie came along it became pretty clear who the holy and damned were. Sometimes I wonder what she must've made of us in those first few months surrounded by all that harshness and how on earth she found a way to look at us kindly, but she did. I watched her make a decision to lay herself down and be a bridge between that valley that separates good and evil so that you could walk across, become whole. She stayed like that until she got me there too and she even gave Hoyt a shot. You laid yourself down in her place to be his bridge because of what she taught you and he burned you. He did that, Thomas, not you. What you did was somethin' I know in my heart she's proud of, because it took more than strength, it took grace, which is exactly why she loved you. That woman loved you so much, Thomas and she would never think to blame you for what happened to her. It's not that some people aren't meant to be saved, it's that they don't wanna be and Hoyt," she shook her head with a click of her tongue, "he didn't wanna be. He was wicked and quite content with bein' so, but that's where finality comes in. You and I, we won't see the likes of him no more because of that choice he made. He's gone, but Ronnie . . . We'll see her again. In fact, she's still here, she's the bridge. We just gotta keep walkin' along until we get to the end and she'll be there, waitin' for you with that pretty little smile she always had."

Thomas wanted to believe what she'd said, he wanted to believe there was a place where she was indeed waiting and that he would be granted passage, but his brow furrowed. That contrition in his bones boiled up and brought with it doubt. It clouded the image that Luda had painted in a darkness he felt he was destined to die in, alone and forever unable to reach her. Thomas didn't fear death, it was the 'after' Luda spoke of that terrified him. He lacked the certainty she had of who exactly it would be waiting for him when he closed his eyes for the last time.

"Now, that's not to say the journeys easy, it rarely ever is, but you gotta hold onto that, Tommy, for your own sake and remember where she is, she don't feel this," she said as she reached up to pat the center of his chest, right where it always ached, "that's just for those of us left behind. I'll let you in on a little secret though, it dudn't always have to hurt this bad, but that's a decision only you can make, baby. You can choose to stand in the heaviest part of the storm for the rest of your life, or you can turn that corner where it may still be rainin', but not quite as hard. That's where you can heal, Tommy, but you gotta forgive yourself to get there. All that grace you gave Hoyt, give it to yourself and turn the corner for Ronnie, 'cause that's where you'll find her. Nothin's ever just bad, there's always good to be found, a silver linin', a purpose and you'll find it, even in this."

Thomas pondered her words for a moment, specifically the last few she'd used. He thought back to just a little while before when he'd heard the same phrase within his own mind and that hand he'd felt on his shoulder. He'd put his trust in it then and it led him to forgiveness once and for someone far less deserving, it made him think that perhaps Mama was right. It had to have been his imagination, he thought to himself, but it sure seemed as if it was someone else speaking to him through her. There was a familiar kindness in her eyes that only furthered that idea and he smiled at her. He had asked Ronnie to trust him years before, maybe it was his turn to be put in the same position.

Another bus rolled up and threw its doors open for them, "Come on, let's get you home," Luda said with one last squeeze of his hand.

The ride back was quiet, but comforting. He watched Luda study the rocky countryside out the window with wonder, occasionally commenting on its beauty. It was a sight behold, that hadn't changed throughout the years, but mountains rarely did. It took a lot to move them, time and rain seemed to be the only thing they answered to, much like Thomas. Time and rain, he repeated silently as they stepped off of the bus to finish the rest of the journey in the truck. The closer they got to home, it became time and rain and Ronnie he kept hearing and he figured if mountains could find it within themselves to move, perhaps he could too. Perhaps forgiveness was something he'd find when the rain died down within.

The sun had just begun to set when they pulled in the driveway and Thomas breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Penny's bike parked on the porch. It was the first time he'd let her ride home alone, a decision he did not make lightly, but she had reassured him stubbornly that one trip from the bus stop and back was certainly something she could handle. She was right, he knew she was, but worry was something instilled in Thomas and for good reason. Penny would never quite escape that, even if she grew up tougher than nails as she said she would, he'd always worry.

He put the car the in park and before their boots even hit the gravel, the front door flew open. A proud smile tugged at his lips when he heard Mama gasp beside him. He turned to see her hand was over her mouth and tears had filled her eyes once more, the joyful kind she had when she saw him at the bus stop, but there was awe in these. He turned back to Penny, who stood on the first step of the porch, taller than the average twelve year old, but still so little to him. Her hair had grown wild, an untamed mess of dirty blonde curls that she'd tied into that braid he'd finally figured out how to recreate after years of failed attempts. Her eyes were bluer than a mountain spring, the sky above paled in comparison in his humble opinion. When she smiled, as she was then with her head tilted to the side in curiosity at the woman in the passenger seat, it was easy to tell who's daughter she was.

"Thomas, she looks," Luda started to whisper.

"Just like her," he whispered back with that proud smile shining bright as sunlight.

When Penny hopped off the step, Luda quickly wiped her tears and turned to Thomas, "Oh, god I don't want her to see me cryin' like this, but I don't think I can help myself," she said with a sniffle, "I don't wanna scare her off."

"She don't scare easy," Thomas reassured her as he stepped out of the truck.

Penny planted her boots in the gravel by the front of the car and craned her neck up, with her hands on her hips as Thomas walked up to stand beside her, "Well, ain't you gonna introduce me?" She asked with that sly look she wore when she knew he had no choice but to speak, "Or should I do that myself?"

Thomas chuckled and quickly ruffled her hair, causing her to stumble back to escape his teasing. Luda slowly walked around the front of the truck, still drying tears that just wouldn't stop coming and stood in front of them. She had so many things she wanted to say and yet, none at all. It was almost too shocking that they were face to face, only she wasn't the little bundle Luda hadn't even gotten to hold all those years ago. The grandchild she'd resigned herself to seeing only in dreams. She was beautiful and she didn't seem bothered by Luda's tears in the slightest, she looked upon her kindly before she broke the silence without any words at all. Instead of speaking, Penny walked forward and tightly wrapped her arms around Luda. She didn't remove herself quickly either, she stayed like that until Luda's shock wore off enough for her to return the child's embrace. Words didn't need to be said, no introduction was necessary. Penny knew who she was and she knew her well. She'd lived in those bedtime stories along with her mother and finally, she no longer had to use her imagination to know what a motherly embrace felt like. It was close enough to feel like home.

"I never thought I'd get to meet you," Luda said through her sniffling as she rested a hand on Penny's blonde head.

"We've met, just in story," Penny whispered before she pulled back to study her grandmother, "now we get to share one."

Luda chuckled through her tears and Penny beamed at her before she brought her in for another hug. Luda glanced up at Thomas over Penny's shoulder to see that old familiar glint in his eyes. He had found happiness and it hadn't gone away, not completely. She was still there, Luda could feel her in Penny's arms, in her warmth and she knew that's what had kept Thomas going. Just as it should be. He had indeed found a way to live for her and he had found his smile again, his song. The tune was different as was the kind of love it carried, but it's melody was just as strong and enduring.

"You're stayin, right?" Penny asked before she stepped back once more.

"'Spose if your daddy don't mind, I could," Luda said with a glance around at her surroundings, "I don't think Texas'll miss me too much."

"She is," Thomas interjected with a nod.

"He speaks," Penny exclaimed with a little grin at her father, "but, I have a feelin' you and I'll do more of that."

"I've been known to run my mouth from time to time," Luda said with raised eyebrows and a chuckle.

"Good, we can both drive him nuts," Penny teased before she motioned for them to follow her back to the house, "I've got some sort of dinner started. I ain't the best cook, but I think it's edible. For the most part. Y'all wanna catch a cold or get to eatin'?"

Thomas shook his head with a laugh as they watched her scurry back into the house. It was most definitely not edible, he was certain of that by the smell of burnt bread greeting them in air, but he wouldn't let her know that.

"Oh, Thomas," Luda said.

He turned to see her nodding her head, still gazing at the opened front door where Penny'd disappeared into with a gentle smile, "She's still here."

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mickgaydolenz · 2 years

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here is my dream, madam, please buckle up. it is fcking weird.

I was laying in my bedroom, it was nighttime and all of my lights were off. I was in staring at my ceiling while I picked and the wood of my bedframe and then my door opened and (this isn't even gonna sound real feel free to think I'm lying) Michael Jackson came in. wearing his red thriller suit, and he sat on the end of my bed and smiled at me (I think he smiled I couldn't tell all my lights were off) and he said. "alright, are you ready to go?" in his nic little Michael Jackson voice so I sat up and went to my dresser to and got dressed (JUST NOW REALIZING I CHANGED IN FRONT OF HIM UGH GROSS) and he took me outside to a car full of people and the radio was on really loud (OH WAIT I NEED TO TELL YOU ABOUT WHAT I PUT ON) (it was actual clothes that I own it was my Grateful Dead long sleeve shirt with my Hawaiian lemonade shirt over it and my pants that I painted things all over and I loved it so much I'm literally wearing that outfit right now) but I sit in the passengers seat and Michael gets in the drivers seat and smiles at me🥺like dude this was the sweetest most sincere smile I've ever received I don't even find him attractive but I blushed🥺and then he said "guys! This is Raya! she's gonna hang out with us tonight!" then PUNCHED THE GAS AND WE STARTED GOING LIKE SIXTY MILES AN HOUR IN A NEIGHBORHOOD and I kept trying to get his attention but the people in the back seat were really loud and the radio was still on so eventually I tapped him on the shoulder and told him to slow down and asked him where we were even going, and he said an art show and he was going the speed limit, but still slowed down and then started telling me about the art installments they he did and how excited he was to show me,and when we got there it was the typical thing y'know. all white with weird modern art but whenever Michael showed me one of his it was either super cool or super weird, like the one that I personally thought was cool was his Christmas tree made of recycled milk cartons complete with a soda can grinch, and we eventually lost his friends and it was just him and I wandering the installments and laughing occasionally, but his arm was around my shoulders?? I didn't think anything of it though because I do that with all my friends, I'm very affectionate so I just thought he was reciprocating, then we stopped at one that was that weird space cowboy of Miek Nesmith he did in the 80s or 70s I don't know for sure and we looked at it for a while and I told him who it was and stuff, then we turned around and MIKE was standing there holding a glass of champagne and he smiled and said "I'm glad you like the picture, it was for my album lost in my bathroom, but I never ended up using it. the wives said it sounded weird. have you met my husband?" and Michael (Jackson) and I just froze, uhm. Mike had a husband?? so out of pure curiosity I said I hadn't met his husband. guess who it was. seriously. take a second and guess........IT WAS FCKING RINGO STARR. but like young 20-something Ringo with creepy 45-year-old mike which made Michael (Jackson) and I both look at each other like 👀, because that looked a bit sketchy, but nonetheless introduced ourselves and were polite, but the worst part was when Ringo went to leave Mike grabbed him by the shoulder and gave him THE SLOPPIEST KISS I'VE EVER SEEN AND MICHAEL AND I JUST LOOKED AT EACH OTHER WITH FEAR AND SHOCK, AND RINGO DIDN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE HE ENJOYED IT, BUT MIKE'S CREEPY ASS SURE AS HELL DID BECAUSE WHEN HE WALKED AWAY HE WAS SMIRKING AND I NEARLY FCKING DIEDDDDD. so Michael and I got the fuuuck outta there and just started talking nonstop about how CREEPY that was. Michael said at one point "that Ringo kid definitely isn't there willingly." and I just nodded, then we stopped at a portrait of a naked lady draped across some bed and we giggled, which made old people glare at us, so we left, then when we found his friends we decided to go get some food, and went to a Denny's. and the people who worked there all had blue hair, and Michael held my hand from across the table?? then I woke up

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH RAYA WHAT THE FUUUUUUCKKKK AHAGAGAGAGAHAGAGAGAAGAGAGGAGAGAGWGAHAHAHAH

i’m fucking. crying. sobbing. what the fuck dude 😂!!!!! okay, okay, fuck, mj taking you on a maybe date(?) to a fucking art gallery!?!? incredible, what a guy. BUT!!!!! 40+ MIKE NESMITH WITH 20 SOMETHING RINGO 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 BROOOOOOOOOO 🤮. the horrible. sloppy kiss. really hammered the yuck factor home…..

p.s my twin had a dream with mj once. he was helping them solve a murder….

#raya’s dreams :)#the mikes in your dreams are so cursed raya….#but also….not your dream low key high key being accurate. because mike’s third wife was like 20??? when they started seeing each other….#and he was……40 😩#rhubarb asks

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spacedustandpirates · 9 months

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A year ago.. part three

[Captain] It always felt like getting punched in the gut, and then doubling over afterwards, when they came out of warp. Or maybe that was just the industrial warp engine their ship had, not as smooth as those luxury liners.. That, and he hadn't even been close to strapped in when Aylin punched it. The sudden deceleration threw him to the floor of the cargo hold and he lay there sprawled out getting his bearings.

"Aylin.. Where'd we end up and are they following us?" The captain asked after a few moments, working his way up through the ship towards the bridge and where she'd be. [Aylin] It took a special kinda person to not only fly a ship but fragment their attention enough to give dozens of things a bit of notice at the same time and not go mad. Luckily for them, their pilot had a severe focus issue in the first place. At some point, their fight or flight music changed and just added to the chaos that hadn’t been contained to the bridge as of yet. Aylin danced in the half-circle seat, legs crisscross apple sauce and arms stretched over her head with fingers doing gimme grabs to the air. Her flying goggles remained in place, data scrolling before her eyes, music drowning everything but the stars and data, and monitors checked and rechecked in brief sideways peeks.

She waited until the stars ceased to blur before she answered. “We gonna talk about why we hot-footed outta there? This jellyfish can’t take that kinda heat captain, she likes slow and steady. I think they shot at er also, that is fuckin’ rude.” Her arms dropped once he made it to the bridge, thumbs pressing the underside of the goggles until they pinched her brow instead. “We landed in.. Zaebokira’s sun, I think the black bits. Not much interesting here by the looks of it so far, I sorta pointed and went - if they wanted to follow, they would have and that warbird is way faster than us so I think we are good.”

She exhaled and slouched in her chair, her dark stare on him. Her suit pinched at her hips, unzipped with arms tied so that her belly and up were exposed but still covered! Instead of a space-faring top, she wore a ragged blue sweater that had been so stretched out it hung off one shoulder with the slouch.

[Kieran] Kieran had locked himself down in his seat before he'd had a chance to remove his helmet. He did so now, the rugged features of the ranger coming into view as he made his way to the armory and stowed his rifle back into place, then returned to the armor locker to have it remove the heavy combat armor he'd worn. He hadn't come through unscathed, he'd have to repair the equipment before the next outing.

He made his way to the bridge, just in time to hear Aylin complain about shooting at the ship. "Sorry about that, Aylin. They were shooting at me. What in the hell happened in there, Cap," he asked, turning towards him. "There wasn't supposed to be any hostilities." [Aylin] Aylin’s naked toes of her right leg became her ores as she used them to push against the floor and turn herself slightly more towards Kieran as he arrived. “Aww s’okay, Kieran. You didn’t even go inside, can’t blame you for cover fire.”

As Kieran took over questioning the captain, she settled in to listen, turning herself in a complete circle. Each time she passed the main display she reached out, touched something here or there before making another complete turn.

[Corso] "Aha… what a rush." Corso said as he unbuckled his harness and leaned forward in his seat. It took him a moment to shake off that light headedness that followed…. especially when one had been drinking alittle. He pushed himself to his feet and followed after the captain, eager to find out just where the hell they had warped to. Entering the bridge, he wasted no time plopping down at his station to kick his feet up as he fired up his console.

"All things considerd, were getting better at this." He smirked as he scanned long range comms for any sort of chatter pertaining to them. "Noone needed a trip to the Medbay this time." After finding nothing of intrest, he reclined his chair back just enough that he could still see and coverse with everyone. "Shame shit went south though. Fridge is starting to look pretty barren." [Captain] The captain's fist smacked against the bulkhead, smirking to himself as he listened to Aylin over the comm's. "Yeah, she does. She can take a rough tumble in the sheets now and then, though. If it couldn't be done I wouldn't have asked, Aylin." The hiss of the door opening up to reveal the bridge and that dark stare from the pilot herself as he stepped through.

"Better question would by why half of you are surprised at a bit of violence in a pirates nest like that one as it is. It was either that or Corso and I got strung up like trophies for insulting Xinjex's sister. You all would have hated the job offered anyways so now's about we best be lookin' for better options. I don't want to be drawin' straws for who gets eaten first when we're starving." His stride bringing her to where Aylin sat and on that next rotation of her spinning seat his hands came to rest atop the back of it, peering over the multitude of displays and endless space beyond the glass of the bridge. "Get a scan going, if there's nothing interesting out there I'd like to keep it that way for the moment."

"Corso, see if you can hone in on any colonist frequencies. There's always salvage nearby wherever they're at and that's a spot of quick credits to tie us over for a bit."

[Aylin] “No surprise here Captain, trouble just likes to find you – I wanted the dirrrrrrrt. I never get ta leave the ship and get chased by pirate aliens through a cored asteroid with hookers and gun dealers and …” The twisting was stopped and she lulled her head back to blink owlishly up at the underside of his chin.

“Did it when we arrived - we are sitting in the black but you got a few things out there that look pretty.” She dropped her stare from his chin and exhaled, leaning forward to change topics and displays quickly.

“See here? You got Zaebokira, type M. Nothing really special. I suppose. Lots of registered dead planets - mighty good for salvaging but where there is dead - there are pirates. Only plus size is that that means Zirax aren’t looking too much over here.”

“Oh, an Captain? Corso gets eaten first - we drew straws last time.” [Corso] "Enough beef cake to keep you all going for atleast a few more days." He flashed Aylin a smirk before slipping his headphones on and giving his full attention to the screen before him. He lazily flicked his finger at the reciver, tuning up and down the numerous radio waves of varying strengths.

"Ohh, heres a good one." He flicked the loudspeaker switch on his console on. A very monotone alien came over the loudspeaker, seeming to repeat its message over and over again. "Annnnd for the translation." His fingers danced across the keyboard, swiftly changing the alien language to english. "Weve been trying to reach you about your spaceships extended warranty."

"Fuck, even all the way out here we cant get away from these god damn scam calls!" He leaned down and flipped open the door to the little minifridge beneath his console and pulled out a beer, frowing at how few remained within. He cracked the can open and took a long, joyful sip before poking at his screen. "Got one here." He dragged his fingers across the screen and shot them out towards the large bridge monitor to transfer his data that they all might see. "Distress signal. Colonist frequency, but weaker than all hell."

[Captain] The captain chuckled as he peered down at Aylin, shaking his head. "Tell ya all the grubby details about it later.. Next time we draw straws, can draw for who has to stay on the ship." Afterwards, he'd look to where she pointed as her focus moved to the screens. "Well, no Zirax in sight is a pretty good plus.." When Corso's screen popped up on the main display before him he'd stand straight, folding his arms up across his chest. "Distress signal? There any way to get a scan near where it's comin' from? Like Aylin says, could be pirates.." [Aylin] “Pirates … sneaky beaky pirates.” She kept her goggles on her brow, and since he was no longer holding her chair, she used her toes to turn herself in a circle once more.

“So.. Captain – did you grab me a cookie on the way out or..” Her chair turned until it faced him, its back to the window and screens. As soon as the chair stopped she peered up at him and coaxed her lips into a pout that clashed with the hope that was rapidly dying. She saw no cookies on him - not even broken ones! Not even CRUMBS. Corso’s whoring strikes again. (edited)

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 5)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: more smut (we’re picking right up where we left off last chapter) including some shower shenanigans and lots of dirty talk, relationship conversations, mention of bucky’s military background, really that’s just it...

Maybe it had been hours in Bucky's arms, maybe it had been a lifetime. You were floating on air, suspended in pleasure as he rocked your body against his, still fucking you even though he'd already come once and you'd come too many times to count.

"Bucky," you whined, back arching even though you figured you were too weak for that. "Baby, please— s-so good, you're so good…"

Metal fingers pinching your nipple sent your body into overdrive, exhausted inner muscles clenching around him as you cried out.

When he leaned down and kissed you again, you were afraid that you'd be too out of it to kiss him back. But thankfully you managed to reciprocate, grabbing the hair at the back of his neck to hold him close as you whimpered softly against his lips.

He pulled back just enough to look down at you with dark, half-lidded eyes. "Fuck, I'm gonna come again," he moaned like he was just as shocked as you were.

"Yes!" you encouraged feverishly.

"This perfect little pussy is gonna make me come again, baby, is that what you want? Want me to put another load in this needy cunt?"

"God, yes," you sobbed, his words so perfectly balanced between sweet and filthy.

"Well, I'm gonna," he promised through his teeth. "Fuck, I'm gonna give you everything, pretty girl, I'm so close."

You couldn't remember the exact words you used but you were definitely begging him for it, completely lost in your need and, apparently, totally lacking in shame.

That weak, broken, desperate moan as he came inside you for the second time in a night… you wanted to bottle it up and keep it for rainy days, and sunny days, and all the days you'd ever see because it was just absolutely fucking divine.

"Don't move," he demanded with a whisper, "fuck, don't move, please."

"Couldn't if I wanted to," you laughed quietly. He started laughing too, but not so much a 'this is funny' laugh compared to a 'is this real?' laugh.

"Fuck," he breathed, "that was… I didn't know I could do that."

"We're all learning new things about ourselves and our body's capabilities tonight, trust me."

"I'm gonna attempt to pull out without my dick falling off, okay?"

You chuckled through your exhaustion. "Fingers crossed!"

You couldn't decide which was more lewd: the way it felt, or the way it looked. In credit to the first, you were confident that even through the numbness that had begun to spread through your body, you still managed to feel every detail of his cock against the spongy ridges of your channel as it slid out of you, followed (of course) by the warm, slow ooze of come dripping down onto your sheets. As for the second, well, his cock looked pretty glorious as it bounced back up against his abs, incredibly still hard but certainly starting to soften, glistening with your slick and his come and looking so lovely that you were compelled to sit up and lick it clean. You would've if you weren't (1) so exhausted that you were sure you'd never sit up ever again, and (2) confident that any more stimulation to Bucky's poor cock would just be painful for him.

"Jesus fuck," he sighed as he watched his come leak out of your abused, swollen hole, admiring his handiwork; you giggled from both the odd feeling of his gaze on you like this and the comical way his swearing had deteriorated over the course of the night into half-assed blasphemy.

He fell down beside you on the bed, looking up at the ceiling before glancing to you with a smirk that was clearly tired but still plenty smug. “God, I haven’t come twice in a row like that since… I don’t know if I’ve ever done that before, actually,” he laughed.

“I know for a fact I’ve never come that many times in a row,” you giggled.

"I uh… I need a shower. And a year-long nap," he announced with a deep sigh.

"Use mine," you offered. "I'll join you in a minute if you can promise to keep your hands to yourself."

"I don't know about that," he chuckled, "but I can definitely promise to keep my dick to myself."

"That'll do," you smiled as you watched him stretch and get up, grabbing his discarded boxers before slipping into your bathroom.

You took another deep breath and fought against the giddy smile that refused to leave your face. Though you knew you had no right to be so happy over something as silly and frivolous as a guy, you let yourself get excited about this guy. This guy who had made you feel safe when you thought you never would again. This guy who had been a friend to you when it seemed like everyone else just wanted to get close to an alleged celebrity. This guy who had already given it to you better than anybody ever had only to do it again without even stopping.

As likely as it was that your infatuation with him was preventing you from seeing all the flaws that every person and relationship were bound to have, it was hard not to think that this guy was everything you’d been waiting for. Now all you had to do was try not to fuck it up.

Bucky sighed as he stepped into the stream of hot water, careful not to slip as his tired legs begged for more rest. It was a hell of a workout, but then again, he'd never felt quite this good after a real workout.

It was all a little too good to be true; he was sort of assuming that he would wake up any minute now, in his own bed downstairs and with a mess in his boxers to take care of. And he wasn't even mad about it, because who could be mad about a dream this wonderful?

If he was going to wake up soon, he was going to take advantage of the time he had left in his dream. After a few moments alone, you slipped into the bathroom and opened the glass shower door, looking like everything he'd ever wanted with your messy hair and post-sex glow.

"Don't hog the hot water," you groaned as you pushed him aside, but you were smiling a little and he was perfectly content to just watch you from the corner anyways.

Well, not just watching; of course he had to reach out and run his hands over your skin, feel the warmth of you pressed against his body as your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back against his chest. You hummed contentedly at his touch and the sound went straight to his cock, which swelled a bit where it was pressed against your hip.

You reached up and wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, his hands moving up to gently run over your breasts and stomach where the water was hitting.

He hesitantly ventured into kissing your neck before finally sliding his hand between your legs and grinning at the feeling of his own come leaking out of you. You were so sensitive that you gasped and shivered just from that little touch, your little moans enough to drive him absolutely crazy (if he hadn't been already).

Two fingers slid into you easily; he decided to take credit for stretching you out so well, both of you sighing as he pushed in deeper.

"Bucky," you groaned, "can't… can't come again…"

"I'm just helping you wash all this come outta you, baby," he explained, though he was sure you heard the mischievousness in his tone. "There's a lot… I filled you up real good, didn't I?"

You nodded and bit your lip, and he alternated between studying your face and looking down at his fingers slowly pulling out of you as the shower washed away his come and yours.

"I don't think this is all me," he whispered against your ear. "I think you're getting wet again, princess…"

When you nodded again, your hips bucking slightly in his hand, he went ahead and brought his two slickened fingers to your swollen bud, drawing lazy circles around it as you moaned slowly.

"What're you getting wet for, huh? Haven't you had enough?"

"Never get enough of you," you whimpered, as if you just magically knew the exact thing to say in that moment to make his cock twitch and his heart twist.

"I'll be real gentle, honey, gonna take you there nice an' easy…" he trailed off, adding a bit more pressure but maintaining his relaxed pace. You whimpered and writhed against him, your smooth skin sliding against his so easily with the water washing over both of you.

He could feel your walls tightening around his fingers when he pushed inside again, smiling when you gasped and clutched his hair suddenly. He figured you were sore, but he also figured you would stop him if he hurt you, so he just did his best to stay slow and sensitive as he found your swollen spot inside you and curled his fingers into it. Your whispered curses were music to his ears; technically that would make your body his instrument, and that might be cliche but it wasn’t exactly untrue.

“Want a little more?” he asked below his breath, responding to your nod by rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your back arched, and as beautiful as it was, it also caused your body to push away from his; he held you down with his free arm to avoid spending even a moment without you against him.

“C-close,” you stuttered, and he hoped the little chuckle he let out didn’t sound too condescending; just shocked, like he intended it,

“I thought you couldn’t come again,” he remembered, fighting his smirk to kiss your neck gently.

“I thought so too,” you sighed, your hips rocking against his hand as your breathing picked up. “Fuck, don’t stop…”

It was subtle, but he felt you shudder and shake in his grasp, a new wave of warmth soaking his fingers. He was careful not to let the water wash your come away as he brought the soaked fingers to his lips, eagerly tasting you as you watched him with heavy eyes. “Want a taste?” he offered, but when you went for his fingers he kissed you instead, revelling in the little hum of satisfaction you released when you tasted yourself on his tongue.

It was you that pulled him closer and deepened the kiss further, weaving your fingers into his hair and moaning a little when he grabbed your waist.

“I should’ve known showering with you wasn’t going to actually be a productive bathing experience,” you laughed when you pulled back, noticeably staring at the way water droplets trickled down his chest.

“Fine, I’ll let you actually do your whole shower thing,” he relented, “as long as I can borrow your shampoo.”

“Sure, but you’re gonna smell fruity and delicious afterwards,” you warned.

He chuckled a little as he leaned back into the stream of hot water to wet his hair. “Don’t I already?”

You’d never had such an easy time falling asleep in someone’s arms, honestly. It was so comfortable that you were actually a bit confused when you woke up alone, already pampered by the idea of spending the morning cuddled up with him. Thankfully, with him living here most days, he was never too far off; you heard movement downstairs and realized he was probably making breakfast for himself since he was one of those natural early risers while you had dozed until— you glanced at the clock to check— 9:53, later than usual for a night you hadn’t been drinking.

Well, Bucky had taken the empty beer bottles from your nightstand for you, but you still remembered that you’d been drinking a little. Yet certainly most of one beer couldn’t be to blame for you making a move on him; no, that was a purely sober idea, something you’d wanted to do for quite some time, in fact.

Perhaps it was a little misguided. Maybe it was technically an inappropriate workplace relationship since you were, in a sense, his boss. But, of every impulsive decision you’d ever made it was definitely your personal favorite.

Hopping up and slipping on a little flowy robe just to not be naked anymore, you rushed downstairs and found Bucky in the kitchen flipping a pancake in the pan. He glanced back at you, looking a little conflicted, before you observed the plate of assorted fruit waiting for you on the bar.

“Wow, pancakes,” you nodded.

“And fruit,” he reminded you, like you weren’t already munching on a slice of a clementine. “So it’s healthy.”

“Is this a taste of the ‘Bucky Barnes Boyfriend Experience’?” you chuckled, picking up a grape to eat next. “Cause so far I’m a fan.”

Bucky’s head whipped around to look back at you, and your face got warm as you realized you'd been assuming that this was a 'getting together' sort of rendezvous and not just a one-night stand. And maybe that wasn't a fair assumption, based on the way he was blinking back at you in shock. “Orrrr maybe this is just the ‘Me Misinterpreting Things Experience’ and you just like to use some culinary comfort to soften the blow of the ‘about last night’ talk.”

"No, no," he shook his head, sighing a bit as his expression softened. “I guess I kind of assumed you were going to regret it."

“Regret… last night?” you finished for him, thoroughly befuddled as you watched him flip the pancake onto a plate which he handed to you.

“Uh, yeah,” he scoffed, like it was obvious, before handing you the container of maple syrup.

“Why?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “‘cause it’s you, and it’s me. You’re a movie star and I’m the guy who drives your car. You were having a fun night, you got… caught up in the moment, and I was just in the right place at the right time.”

You took a moment to process that as you chewed your pancake, thankfully managing to swallow the bite before you burst out laughing. “Oh my god, is that— is that really how you thought this was gonna go down? After everything that happened last night?”

“Yeah, these aren’t morning-after pancakes, these are please-forgive-me pancakes,” he admitted as he poured another dollop of batter into the pan. “Can’t you taste the difference?”

"Wait, wait,” you shook your head incredulously, “you thought I was gonna regret sleeping with you, and you still went through with it?"

He laughed a bit at that. "You were grinding on me and sucking on my fingers. You must think I'm a saint if you think I could resist that."

“And this was supposed to be your apology… for taking advantage of me…” you tried to reason aloud, still not totally understanding how he could ever question that you would want him.

He shrugged. "I mean, I dunno… I was prepared to get fired today so you wouldn't have to see me around. So I guess it was sort of a goodbye, too."

"Was it worth it? I mean… was the sex worth losing your job?" you asked. “Hypothetically.”

"Worth losing the paycheck? Definitely,” he announced, quiet but confident. “But worth not seeing you again? No, I don't think so. When you came down here I was just thinking about how I'd rather keep you as a friend than lose you as a lover."

"That's… poetic," you mumbled. "Luckily, you don't have to choose. I fully intend on keeping you around. If you don't mind."

"Why would I possibly mind that?" he laughed.

“I guess I just feel guilty because if the press finds out you’re my boyfriend, they’ll be all over you. Your past, your family, any ex-girlfriends…”

His lack of a response made you anxious again.

“Wait, I’m sorry, this conversation is sort of confusing: are you my boyfriend?” you asked nervously. He laughed, flipping the pancake before looking back at you with a smirk.

“If you want me to be.”

“Yeah,” you answered, perhaps a bit too eagerly, “I do. If you’re… into that.”

“I am,” he assured.

“Think of it like a promotion!” you offered with a grin.

“Trust me, I do,” he nodded. “Does this position come with a raise?”

“No, but a lot more benefits,” you winked. “And, unfortunately, a lot more baggage.”

“Right, the press. You really think they’re gonna care?” he raised an eyebrow.

You laughed sympathetically at his innocence. “Oh my god, you have no idea. From now on, when we leave the house it’s strictly business— anything else and they’ll be on you like white on rice.”

“Well then we’re not gonna be leaving the house much,” he snickered, “because now that I’ve got my hands on you once, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay away.”

You smiled as he started to lean over the bar to kiss you, but when he moved in just close enough you held up a piece of fruit in front of your mouth, which he took a bite out of instead. “Slow your roll, Romeo, I’m trying to have an important conversation and you’re trying to distract me.”

“Was it that obvious?” he frowned, sliding another golden brown pancake onto a plate for himself and turning off the stove.

“What I’m trying to tell you is that this is serious stuff. It’s not too hard to keep it a secret for a while but… it’s just a disclaimer before you agree to anything.”

“Do you give all your potential boyfriends this talk, then?” he asked coyly.

“Well, since I got big I’ve really only dated one guy and he was even more famous than me so... no,” you answered awkwardly.

“Oh, right,” he nodded, getting a little more serious. “What was it you said they were going to investigate, again? My past, my family, my ex-girlfriends,” he remembered.

“Yup,” you nodded. “And any, you know, criminal convictions or whatever.”

“Well, none of those, not much family, barely any ex-girlfriends,” he enumerated, “but a lot of past.”

You solemnly contemplated eating another grape, hoping you had managed to maintain some nonchalance. “How bad are we talking?”

“Not bad, necessarily,” he mitigated, stopping mid-sentence to grab the pancake with his hand and eat it straight, “but, you know… military. So not exactly good.”

“Didn’t blow up any orphanages, right?”

“No, not quite,” he laughed, “but I wasn’t a conscientious objector, either.”

“Okay, just keep in mind they’re going to scrutinize everything you ever were before you were my boyfriend,” you informed him.

“‘Your boyfriend’ is the most important thing I’ve ever been.”

The comment took you aback— mostly in a good way, but you weren’t prepared for him to get sentimental like that. You especially weren’t prepared for the effect it would have on you. So you, being you, deflected it with a sudden topic change and a raunchy joke.

“Jeez, are you a sadist or something? ‘Cause I can’t hardly sit in this chair properly, I’m so sore,” you winced.

“That,” he announced with a grin, pointing at you with the half-eaten pancake in his hand for emphasis, “is the ‘Bucky Barnes Boyfriend Experience.’”

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A Comedy of Errors. Chapter 3: The Way of the Aces.

Please read the previous chapters before proceeding!!

Click here to read Chapter 1: Negotiations.

Click here to read Chapter 2: Suga the Setter.

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Background: Y/N is a transfer student who joined Karasuno High in her second year because her family shifted to Miyagi. She is a volleyball player and plays as a wing spiker (ace) in the Girl’s Volleyball team.

Pairing: Karasuno x fem reader || Romantic Pairing: Asahi x fem reader

NOTE: Y/N plays volleyball in this. I am not familiar with all the rules of the game so pls 2 forgive if I get any of the technicalities wrong.

Genre: Fluff and comfort with sprinkles of comedy this time! || SFW

A/N: At last, the final chapter. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I really poured my entire soul into this. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Say, since you guys are already here. Why don’t you stay and watch us practice?" Asahi's lifespan is being shortened with every word as Suga invites Y/N and Michimiya to watch them practice. Asahi waits with bated breath. Even though he is extremely nervous, a part of him does want you to stay. So, when you do say yes, he doesn't know whether to feel happy or run out of the gym screaming. As they walk off to warm up, Suga whispers to him, "I know you're probably thinking about how you're going to fuck up your play and embarrass yourself in front of her. But while you're at it, maybe you should also think about what will happen if you actually play well." Asahi nods. "Suga." "Hmm?" "Thank you. For everything you just did. I really do appreciate it." "Of course! I'm just glad it worked out well." "And you are right, I do like her. I don't know her much but I would like to." "Aha, finally some truth around here! Well, then we just gotta make sure you give her a show worth remembering!" Suga says, winking.

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Michimiya had been watching the game intently, as was evident by her gasps and comments on everything. But you? You hadn't been able to keep your eyes off of Asahi the entire game. So much so, that you had barely given a second thought to the first years' amazing quick attack or Nishinoya's outstanding libero skills.

Asahi's spikes, his serves, his receives, his posture, his spirit, and his determination had you just...rapt with attention.

"In case you are wondering, yes, he is single." Michimiya's whisper startles you.

"W-what?" you start to blush. "I'm just taking notes!"

"But I didn't even specify who I was talking about."

You turn redder.

"He's really nice too, you know. A very genuine and kind person. I think you two would make a cute couple."

Your face is so hot now that you're sure you'll hear a sizzle any moment. You turn your head back towards the game to avoid Michimiya's gaze.

"I- I don't know who you are talking about."

Michimiya chuckles. "Of course you don't."

Even though you can feel Michimiya's gaze on you, you can't help but smile as you watch Asahi land another beautiful spike in the opponent's court.

You didn't know, of course, that you being around and watching him had been a huge boost of motivation for him to perform at his peak. You didn't know how he had been wondering what you were thinking about him the entire game. You didn't know how hard it had been for him to not glance at you after every move he made, just to see your reaction.

But he didn't know how you had felt either. He didn't know how your heart rate sped up every time he came on to serve. He didn't know you had also felt frustrated whenever his spike got shut down, feeling as though you had been shut down. He didn't know how you had wanted to shout and cheer him on but you hadn't because you didn't want to come off as a weirdo.

Truly, you would make a good couple.

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Practice is now over. Asahi's team won both the practice matches (of course they did, Suga would not have had it any other way). You and Michimiya walk over to the third years. As Michimiya starts gushing to Daichi about their game, you turn to Asahi.

"You were really - glorious, brilliant, like a God, I wish you were spiking me instead - amazing out there," you say, your eyes full of admiration.

Asahi instantly turns a deep shade of red.

"Th-thank you." He says with a smile.

"See, I told you he is great!" Suga says with a proud smile on his face.

"You were right. Karasuno really has a very talented ace."

"No, it has two of them," Asahi says, looking at you with a smile.

Now it is your turn to blush.

"Aah, I wish. I'm not quite there yet. I'm definitely nowhere close to your level," you say.

"I would love to help you any way I can."

"I would be honoured to learn from you," you say with a bow.

Suga piped up, "It's Saturday tomorrow! The boys' gym will be free till 10AM. If you want, we can practice here early morning. Say, around 7? Asahi can teach you the techniques and I can set for you both. We'll ask Daichi and Michimiya too if they want to join." and before you can answer, Suga is off to ask Daichi and Michimiya.

Wow, he really doesn't wait for an answer, huh.

Asahi looks at you and he can see you're a little unsure. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's just... I really don't want to bother you guys so early in the morning like that."

"It's no problem at all, we usually practice early on the weekends anyway." Asahi says with a reassuring smile. That seems to melt your doubts away.

Suga walks back to you. "I've spoken to the two of them, they will join us but a little later."

"It's sorted, then." you say, smiling.

Of course, Asahi was the one who ended up walking you home that night.

Of course, Suga was "late" for the morning practice the next day, giving you and Asahi a lot of time to get comfortable around each other get nervous and DIE.

Of course, situations like these happened more than a few times.

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Before you know it, two months have passed. With Asahi and Michimiya's help, you improved tremendously and the Karasuno Girls Volleyball team cleared the first set of qualifying rounds for the Spring Interhigh. And so did the boys.

During this time, you and Asahi have become really good friends. Since you two live in the same area, you often end up going to school and walking home together, giving you a lot of time to talk about every topic under the sun. It took a while but you are now very comfortable around each other. In fact, Asahi himself wonders how he is able to tell you things so easily.

Both of your friend groups (and your entire school, also the neighbouring schools, random passersby, street dogs, birds flying past - you know, basically anyone with eyes) can see that you two are absolutely head-over-heels for each other. The only two people who don't know it are you two.

The way Asahi had gone out of his way to teach you everything he knew; how patiently he had walked you through every technique, every mistake; how he had sweetly asked you for permission every time before correcting your posture and showing you the right finger placement (mind outta the gutter fellas, we talking about volleyball here); how every time he did that, you felt a jolt of electricity whenever his fingers touched you (I promise it is still about volleyball); how he cares about even the littlest things regarding you; how every time he smiles reassuringly at you, the world feels all right again; how supportive and encouraging he has been through it all: You have fallen for him harder than you have ever fallen in your entire life.

And you just keep falling harder and harder every moment you spend with him. He has become your comfort now. No matter how stressed or nervous you are, just having Asahi around makes you feel much calmer and confident.

Asahi, on the other hand, has smiled more in these last two months than he has ever smiled. He can't help it, being around you just makes him feel like he is floating. He was blown away by how talented and hard working you are and is so proud of the progress you have made.

The way you are so kind to him. The way you always speak up whenever someone makes fun of him. The way you always hype him up and believe in him. The way the world seems to stop every time you smile at him. The way your laugh has become his favourite sound in the world. Asahi could not be more enamoured by you even if he tried. You too, are his comfort now. He knows he can talk to you about every "sentimental" topic on earth without being made fun of.

The only problem is: You both are afraid that this comfort you find in each other will be ruined if either of you confesses and the other does not reciprocate your feelings. It is now a waiting game to see who spikes their ball into the other's court first, if at all.

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You are shaking. Partly with excitement, partly with nerves. After defeating Tohoku High, only one school remains between you and the nationals: Niiyama Joshi, one of the most powerful schools that always makes it to nationals when it comes to the Miyagi prefecture.

The boys' game had ended earlier than yours and they had already left the stadium. You were absolutely delighted to hear that they beat Seijoh. Now, they have to face Shiratorizawa, another powerhouse school that always makes it to the nationals.

You and Asahi both have your own mountains to climb tomorrow.

As you are walking out of the stadium with your teammates, you spot something.

"Hey, you guys go ahead, I will be right there." you say and turn back.

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It's been a very long day but you cannot sit still at all. You cannot stop thinking about the match tomorrow. Your hands are sweaty knees weak, arms are heavy because you keep clenching your fists open and shut as you pace around your bedroom. You had hoped to be able to meet Asahi and maybe feel a little better but by the time you had reached school, the boys had already left. You know how big a day it is for him tomorrow too so you don't want to bother him by asking him to meet. However, you should at least text him and congratulate him on his victory. You open your phone and see you already have a message from him:

Asahi: Hey, I heard you guys beat Tohoku! Congratulations! I knew you could do it.

You smile.

You: Thanks, I still can't believe we did that!!! Congratulations on beating Seijoh!! I heard it was a close match.

Asahi: Thanks! Yeah, it was anyone's game by the end. It was really intense. But we managed to win. Also, I had full faith that you would make it!

You: Damn, wish I could have seen it. Sooo, Shiratorizawa next. How are you feeling?

Asahi: Really, really nervous. They're really strong and I don't think anyone believes we can beat them.

You: Well, you just gotta prove them wrong, then! I truly believe that you guys can do it.

Asahi: I really hope so. Anyway, what about you? How are you feeling about going up against Niiyama tomorrow?

You: Honestly, I cannot stop shaking and thinking about tomorrow. We are so close and I just don't want to screw up and let my team down.

Asahi: Can you get out of your house?

You stare at your phone for a moment before replying.

You: Yeah, I can sneak out the backdoor. Why?

Asahi: Sneak out after 5 minutes. I'll be there.

You: You sure about this? It's late and you need to rest for tomorrow too.

Asahi: I'm sure and I'm already on my way.

You grab your schoolbag and quietly make your way out the backdoor. You see Asahi standing outside your house. He's wearing a purple t-shirt and is carrying a bag in his hand. He smiles and waves at you as you make your way towards him. The knots in your stomach are already starting to loosen.

"Hey, Asahi!"

"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry for making you sneak out like this but... I couldn't help myself when I read your messages."

"No, it's completely alright. Actually, to be honest, I was kind of hoping to meet you too. I-I always feel calmer after talking to you."

Asahi blushes.

"R-really?"

"Yeah."

"I always feel better after talking to you too."

You can feel the heat starting to build in your face as you smile at him in response.

Asahi continues, "I-I know I am not good with words. But I want to tell you that I know exactly how you feel. You won't let anyone down. I have seen you play and really, you have nothing to worry about. You have made it this far and you are strong enough to take it further."

His words make you want to cry. He has always shown so much faith in you. You look at the ground and don't say anything as you try to hold back your tears.

"-And I - uh - got you something that I thought might make you feel better."

You look up in surprise and you see him reaching his hand into the bag he brought with him. As you watch, he pulls out a light blue cloth. It's a t-shirt.

You gasp as you recognize what it is.

He holds the t-shirt open by the sleeves so that you can read what's written.

It's a "The Way of the Ace" T-shirt.

"Oh my God!!" you say loudly.

He is completely thrown off by your reaction as you throw your head back and laugh.

Oh no. Does she think this is lame? Asahi starts to panic.

You reach into your own bag and pull out a similar looking light blue cloth. Asahi's eyes widen.

"I bought this today at the stadium for you. I know how important tomorrow's match is for you and I knew you'd be nervous so I wanted to give you this as a motivational sort of good luck thing." you say as you hold out a larger sized "The Way of the Ace" T-shirt.

All of your tension and nerves melt away as you both stand there laughing and holding the T-shirts.

"I hope I got the right size," Asahi says as you exchange the t-shirts.

"Same."

"It's perfect!" You both say at the same time and erupt into a hearty laugh again.

"Thank you, Asahi. I feel a lot better now. Really, thank you for everything. We wouldn't have made it this far if not for your help."

"It was all you, Y/N. All I did was show you the way. You walked it on your own."

"Yeah, you showed me the way of the Ace." you say, smiling.

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The score is 30-31 and it is match point for Karasuno Girls' High School against Niiyama Joshi for what seems to be like the 100th time. It has just been ties after ties after ties and every set has stretched well into the 30s. Somewhere at the beginning of the fifth set, you looked up to see the Karasuno boys piling into the stands to cheer your team on. From the looks of it, they won their match against Shiratorizawa.

Playing such intense 5 sets back to back has taken a massive toll and the players on both sides of the court are at their limit. However, it is now your turn to serve and if you manage to get this point, you will be through to the nationals.

"Y/N, GIVE US A NICE SERVE!!" the boys cheer for you from the audience.

Your knees are quaking and you feel like you can barely stand, much less run or jump. You are so out of breath that you feel like you are going to pass out any minute. As you somehow force yourself to walk into position, you can feel your knees buckling under you.

As you stand there, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle, your eyes instinctively search for Asahi. Even though he is far, you can easily spot him due to his height and the familiar light blue t-shirt he has changed into after his match.

As your eyes meet, Asahi cups his hands around his mouth and BELLOWS.

"JUST ONE MORE. YOU GOT THIS!"

The whistle blows.

BAM.

You barely have time to realize what happened as you are tackled to the ground by your teammates. There's a lot of hugging and crying and shouting.

As you recover from your shock, it finally registers. It was a service ace. Niiyama's libero had tried to dig the ball but it had bounced out of bounds.

You've won.

Tears of exhaustion and exhilaration start to flow from your eyes as you hug your teammates.

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Your feet are killing you as you walk out of the locker room towards the bus, wearing your own WotA t-shirt. It's late and the corridor is silent and empty as you're one of the very last few people to leave.

"I told you you could do it."

You look up and see Asahi standing a little further ahead, smiling at you.

You don't say anything, you just walk up to him and hug him. He seems taken aback but only for a bit as, barely a second later, you feel his large arms wrap around you tightly.

You both stand there for a while, both too exhausted to speak but finding comfort in each other's arms. It just feels so...right. Like this is exactly where and how you are meant to be.

When you finally break apart, you can see that Asahi is looking a little nervous.

"S-say, Y/N. I was wondering... i-if you would maybe want to go on a- on a date with me?"

Your eyes widen in surprise.

"It is completely okay if you don't! I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anythi-"

"Yes, yes, YES! I will go on a date with you."

"Really? You really want to go out with me?"

"Yes. Honestly, Asahi, I fell for you a long time ago. I was just afraid of freaking you out and ruining our friendship. So, I didn't say anything."

Asahi let out a little laugh. "It's freaky how we think so similarly because same." He takes your hand in his. "I fell for you the day I met you. And I just kept falling harder and harder the more I got to know you. I just never imagined you would feel the same way for me too."

"I do, I do, I so do! I always have!"

Both of you have the biggest smiles on your faces as you stand there holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.

You suddenly start to blush furiously.

"So...um...since we usually seem to be thinking the same thing. Um, would you like to kiss me?"

Asahi's eyes open so wide that you're worried they'll pop out of their sockets any minute. He is blushing furiously as he simply nods and leans in.

Your heart is thundering as your lips meet. But, it's Asahi. He kisses you with such tenderness and affection that you just melt into him.

The two aces of Karasuno walk out of the stadium hand-in-hand, wearing their matching WotA T-shirts. You're going to nationals, you've found some really great friends and you have found each other. Life is good.

FIN.

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Finally, I am so happy with how this turned out. I was stuck for a while trying to decide where to go with this story and I was panicking a little about not updating sooner. But I am glad I did not hurry this up because I really LOVE the turn this took in my head which it wouldn't have if I hadn't let the ideas stew in my mind for a while.

I know this was a long read but I really hope you guys enjoyed it and it was worth the read and the wait.

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