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skipper1331 · 5 months

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dancing in the snow // Esme Morgan

a/n: based off this request.

"Did anyone see you?" you asked as Esme joined you in the storage room of the Manchester City facility.

"No" she whispered into the dark.

Your arms looped around her neck as hers went around your waist, the spot were they always rested, "I’ve missed you"

In an instant, your lips pressed against hers. Even though, you were together all day long, training with the team, you couldn‘t be with her the way you wanted to.

It was hard not to look at each other for too long.

It was hard to keep your hands to yourselves.

It was hard not to blush at the slightest touches.

It was hard to act like friends.

Because you weren’t.

"I‘ve missed you too" you muttered, pecking her lips over and over. The sweet girl giggled, her thumbs drawing circles into your sides as she looked at you with heart eyes.

Esme was head over heels.

She loved the way you smiled.

She loved the way you laughed.

She loved the way you talked.

She loved that you were you, no matter what.

"Are you coming to mine later?" she asked shyly, cheeks turning into a deep shade of red.

"yes" you replied, smiling sincerely.

Esme and you haven’t been dating for long, everything somehow still new but at the same time not anymore. "I‘ll see you later then" she grinned, pressing one final kiss to your forehead before she slipped out of the room.

Your head was resting on Esme’s lap as she absentmindedly massaged your scalp, her main focus on your beautiful eyes. "You‘re so beautiful" she smiled, absolutely smitten. Your cheeks turned red as you covered your face, an upside down smile displayed on your face. "No, don‘t cover it" she grumbled, her hands grasping your wrists gently, "let me see that pretty face of yours"

As she pulled them down, you grinned at her, still blushy cheeks.

After admiring each other for another while, you broke the silence, "I’ve been thinking, maybe we could go to the christmas market?" you asked with puppy dog eyes. Esme could never resist those eyes or say no to you in general, not that she would have either.

Not even 10 minutes later, the two of you left her flat, both of you dressed in winter wear. Her hand firmly held yours as you walked to the city centre. Christmas music was heard from miles away, the colourful lights seen from afar. "It‘s awesome" you stated, admiring the scenery in front of you. "Yeah, you are" Esme sheepishly replied, her eyes only on you. She loved the way your smile reached the corner of your eyes. "Cheeky girl" you giggled, looping your arms around her neck as you laid your head on her chest. Instantly, her arms went around your waist as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Slowly but surely, you started to sway along the faded music, wrapped in your own little bubble.

It was nothing but the sweetness of your relationship..

As a new song started playing, you pulled your head back, still close in her embrace as you inhaled the feeling, the feeling of christmas, the feeling of love.

..dancing in the falling snow.

"I love you" Esme blurted out as the song ended while she placed the loose strand of hair behind your ear. Her touch was gentle and careful - like always.

Your breath hitched. Those three words, the words you have been waiting to hear desperately.

She looked at you with wide eyes, just realizing what she said yet not regretting it.

Esme was in love with you.

Esme loved you.

And this was the perfect moment to tell you.

The widest grin displayed your features, "I love you too." - she matched your smile, heart beating in her chest.

Then you kissed her, standing on tip toes, your hands cupping her cheeks as you softly pressed your lips against hers. The kiss didn‘t last long, both too occupied with smiling at each other - it was like in the movies.

"Es!" you yelled from the living room, jumping off the couch, marching towards the kitchen. Esme met you halfway, the panic in your voice clear. "What‘s wrong??" she asked, looking for any sign of injury. "Baby, talk to me" she pleaded as get anxious. You just looked at her, not able to form some words into a sentence. Your mind was blank. Somehow you managed to hold up your phone, only a black screen visible for Esme. "Is something with it? It‘s not broken."

you shook your head. no.

"open it" you whispered, almost inaudible.

She did.

And then she saw it or rather them.

Multiple pictures of the two of you dancing and kissing in the snow. How could you be so careless? "Esme- I’m sorry" you cried, shoulders sagging as your head hung low. "Baby, why are you apologizing?" the defenders hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the spilt tears. "That‘s not what you wanted" you sniffed, glossy eyes looking at the beauty herself.

"What are you talking about?"

"Us, public"

"Oh my love" her arms wrapped around your smaller figure, "I don’t mind. I just wanted you to be comfortable with every next step we take" she explained.

"Are you excited to see the girls?" Esme asked sweetly as you stared out of the window, St. George’s Park near. "you know I am" you smiled, interviewing your fingers.

It was silent for a few minutes.

"What, um, what about us?" you asked not louder than a whisper, "Do you think they know? What will we do?"

She looked at you, eyes scanning your features, "those pictures made headlines, I think they know and it won‘t change a thing" she replied, her free hand reaching up to cup your cheek, "we‘ll be professionals and girlfriends."

"Okay"

"Maybe there will be some teasing or maybe some explaining to do but that doesn‘t change anything between us" she looked at you with so much adoration, her eyes shining with nothing but love for you. Your cheeks turned red, burning under her touch while her words effected you happily, "I love you" you said shyly, her intense gaze making your knees weak.

"I love you too"

Arriving at St. George’s Park and settling down in your rooms felt great. You were excited to be there and for the upcoming nations league matches. You shared your room with Lotte like you always did while Esme was rooming with Hempo. Lotte greeted you with a bear hug as you entered the room - the two of you close friends since the u-teams.

"Young Lady! You‘ve got some explaining to do" she pointed her finger at you strictly, crossing her arms yet letting you go further into the room.

Meanwhile a similar conversation started in Esme’s room.

Esme was unpacking her suitcase as she felt eyes burning into the back of her head. "Do you want to say something?" she laughed, turning around to see the blonde city player glaring at her.

"pretty little girlfriend huh?" she only said, the defender blushing shyly.

"When did it happen?" Lotte asked you.

"A few months ago"

"You do realize I want more information?!"

"I asked her out after the derby" Esme muttered, nervously scratching her arm, "it left my lips before I could even think about it" subconsciously she started to smile, "she said yes" Hempo smiled as she heard the defender ramble on about your first date. She always knew Esme had a crush on you and it made her proud to know that the sweet girl found the courage to ask you.

"Does she treat you right?" Lotte asked as you finally gave her more information. It didn’t take her long to crack your facade - it was Esme who you were talking about, the mention of her name made you tell her everything already. "I won‘t hesitate to hurt her if not" the brunette stated firmly. "She does" you answered, "she treats me like a princess."

"You really lover her, don‘t you?"

Wide eyes looked at the City forward, was it that obvious?

"I do" a big smile made its way on her face, "she makes me very happy and my heart goes crazy every time she smiles or laughs or- by anything she does" she admitted, eyes so full of love as she talked about you. She was so incredibly in love with you.

The rest of the evening continued like that, both of you secretly enjoyed talking about your relationship. Neither of you was ashamed or feared to admit the love you held for one another.

Yes, your relationship was still somehow new - not even a year together but that didn‘t change anything.

Esme loved you.

You loved Esme.

So while you might just were a couple since a few months, many happy years were about to come.

The next morning, Esme waited patiently for you in front of your room. She smiled as you stepped out of it, "Hey"

Standing on your tip toes, you leaned up to kiss her good morning, both of you smiling at the simple touch of your lips. "Good morning, Lotte" she greeted your roommate who had also stepped out of the room.

"Morning" sleepy Lotte replied who started walking ahead to get her needed coffee. The two of you followed her, talking about anything and everything.

As you arrived at breakfast, the room fell silent, all eyes on you. What was going on?

"Lovebirds!"

esme.morgan

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just-a-creep-babe · 1 year

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61 for the smut thing? Can you do EJ

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61. “Just…once. Please. I just need to taste you once.”

It wasn’t a secret that the hybrid had a thing for you

But you didn’t know just how badly he wanted you

Or how often he found himself thinking of you

And how often that led to him rutting his stiff cock into his fist, desperately wishing it was you beneath him instead

You knew Jack was into you

But you didn’t know he was borderline obsessed with you

He passes you down the hall on Friday night, and your scent alone is nearly enough to drive him feral

You pause in your tracks, then call out to him

“Oh, Jack!”

God, just the way you say his name has the muscles in his abdomen tensing

He turns to you

“Yeah, what’s up?”

He tries not to cringe at how husky his voice sounds—you somehow always seem to coax a deeper pitch from him, almost as if by some kind of instinct

You smile, and god, he swears you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

“Are you free right now?”

For you? Always

“I wanna get some training done,” you continue, entirely unaware of the way his heart is beating in his chest, “but I can’t find anyone else to spar with”

“I’m free,” he blurts the words out faster than intended, but only because the thought of you sparring with someone else makes his blood boil

“Great,” you smile again, and he can feel himself getting warmer, “are you ready for it right now, or do you have to change or something?”

“Now’s fine,” he hums

He gestures for you to lead the way, which you happily oblige

You make small talk as you walk down the corridor to the gym together

He could listen to you all day

He wants to hear every possible sound that can escape your delicate little throat; your laughter, your hums, your moans, your screams

Fuck, he has to distract himself

By the time you get to the training mats, he’s already partially hard

And though they won’t be fun to work out in, he’s thankful he wore his dark jeans instead of his grey sweats—he hates the thought of making you uncomfortable just because his damn pants might betray his arousal

“You really gonna fight me in that?” you laugh, and for a split second, he’s scared you can read his mind

But then he realizes you’re talking about his oversized hoodie, and relief washes over him

Wait—are you flirting with him?

Dumb grin on his face, he shakes his head and pulls the top over his head, tossing it out of the way into the corner of the room

“That better?”

He’s shirtless beneath it, and he almost can’t help but tense his muscles to give you a bit of a show

“Mmh, yeah, I guess it’ll do~” you tease

Fuck, fuck, fuck

He forces himself to think about Jeff and BEN to hopefully ease the way his pants keep tightening around him

He wants nothing more than to inhale your scent to see if there’s any change in your hormones

Does seeing him shirtless like this turn you on—even if just the slightest bit?

But he knows he’d be done for if he focuses too much on your scent

It’s already hard enough for him to control himself around you as is

You bring your hands up either side of your face, readying your stance, and he does the same

A mutual nod is shared, indicating you’re both ready, and then you’re making the first move

You step towards him and try to throw a hook

He dodges easily, then retaliates by kicking at the foot you’ve shifted your weight to

You stumble, but only for a second before using the momentum to try for another punch, this time aimed at his stomach

Again, he sidesteps it, his instincts making him unnaturally light on his feet

He wonders if he should let you get a few hits in; he’d hate to see you train with someone else just because he so obviously outmatches you

But while he’s distracted, you take the opportunity to fake out another punch, only to spin on your heels and give him a roundhouse kick

He tries to dodge it at the last second, but combined with his previous dilemma and the fact that he’s still very much so trying to conceal a boner, you hit him right in his side

He chokes out a groan, clutching the spot you landed the blow, and while you’re ahead, you take another shot, this time at his legs

He’s just as shocked as you must be when you get the hit in

He falls to his knees, and you’re about to drop your attack stance when he reaches out and grabs your ankle

His instincts take over for a split second, and the next thing he knows, he’s on top of you, pinning you down, and the both of you are panting heavily

Well, there go his attempts at hiding his hard-on

“Jack—“

You cut yourself off when you notice the way he’s looking down at you

The air seems to grow thick

Neither of you say anything

You both just lie there, staring at each other, sweaty body on sweaty body while you try to catch your breaths

And then, it happens

He makes the fatal mistake of breathing you in

Your scent is intoxicating

As soon as he gets a whiff, he can’t help but nestle into your neck to breathe in more of you

It’s not just your sweat—you’re turned on

You want him

His pelvis digs into yours, rolling circles between your thighs

“J-Jack—“

You gasp his name, and he almost has to stop himself from biting down into your neck right then and there

He wants to claim you, brand his mark into your skin

You’re his, you’re all his

The only thing stopping him from doing that right now is his damn fucking mask

“J-Jack, stop—“

His body freezes at the command

The word stop repeats itself in his clouded, lust-drunk mind

“W-we can’t,” you swallow thickly, “we can’t do this”

“…Why not?”

Any other time, it would’ve made him cringe to hear how much of a snarl his voice sounds like

But right now, he’s so horny, he can hardly bring himself to care

“It-it’s not—we just can’t. We’re just friends”

Friends

The word stings

He wants to spit it out, tear it in half because it’s in the way of him getting what he wants

A groan escapes him, something guttural and frustrated

You can’t lie—you want him too

He knows it, he can smell it

His cock twitches, and he notices the way it has more of your delicious scent filling the room

He buries his face into your neck again, cursing his fucking mask for blocking his lips from your skin, but knowing all too well it’s probably for the better

Breathing you in again has his hips rolling into you involuntarily

He can’t help it

He doesn’t even know if he’s really in control of himself anymore, or if it’s just the demonic instincts taking over

“Jack”

You say his name again, and oh, how he wishes it meant something different

“Just…once. Please,” he chokes the words out

He’s desperate

“I just need to taste you once”

He watches you bite your lip, brows furrowed, the need evident in your eyes

It’s pathetic, he shouldn’t be begging like this

But he’s so, so fucking desperate

He’s almost surprised when you finally make up your mind and give a shy nod

But it’s more than enough of the confirmation he needs

His hands travel down your form, trying to memorize every curve of your body beneath his touch

He’s almost salivating by the time he reaches your shorts

He looks up at you one last time, like he’s asking for permission again, and when you nod once more, biting your lip, he pulls the material all the way down

He thinks he might be in heaven when your bare cunt is revealed to him

You’re so wet you’re glistening

And your scent has his head spinning—to the point where he can’t focus on anything else

He wants to take his time, good lord, he wants to savor this, but he’s too impatient for his own good

He pushes his mask up to kiss at your thighs and hips, his sharp teeth occasionally leaving teasing nicks into your soft flesh

Your hands reach out to fist at his hair, legs spreading apart just the faintest bit more

When his tongue first makes contact with your folds, he groans deeply

He must be in heaven

He’s immediately addicted, hooked on the taste of your dripping sex

He grasps your thighs, tugs your legs over his shoulder, and firmly holds you in place

When he presses his lips to your cunt, just like that, he’s gone

He loses himself entirely to you

He sucks at your clit, lapping long strokes up your slit, and circling at your entrance

The way your body reacts to him, the way your cunt clenches every time he delves further into you, all those fucking sounds you’re making for him

He wants more

He needs more, so much fucking more

You pull his hair, whimpering his name, and he has to stop himself from grinding down into the training mat beneath him

He’s so hard, it’s almost painful

But as long as he gets to keep fucking you on his tongue, he’s over the moon

He’s so lost in you that he almost fails to notice the way your thighs start shaking around him

You’re getting close, and every nudge of his lips and tongue against your clit is making you moan even louder for him

“F-fuck, Jack— Fuck!—“

Your back arches, lifting off the ground

You look like a goddess

Even as you cum, he can’t bring himself to stop

You’re moaning and squirming, writhing in the palms of his hand, and something about it is driving him absolutely feral

He snarls, pushing his tongue deeper down your sex until he can feel you clenching around him

The string of curses falling from your parted lips is like a prayer he knows he won’t forget

He only stops when you start pulling at his hair, trying to tug him off of you

You’re shaking from the overstimulation

He, on the other hand, is throbbing in his jeans

He’s never felt so desperate

He wonders if he’s on the verge of triggering a heat

He licks at his lips, tasting your arousal off of his skin

The room is filled with your scent, and your taste is on his tongue, but if it were up to him, he’d still have more

And fuck, you’re so cute when you’re all flushed and panting after your orgasm

What he wouldn’t give to be able to see you like this all the time

He sits up, and he has to tense his muscles to prevent himself from shaking with need as you fix your shorts back on

He wants to say something, anything, but he’s at a loss for words

The word friends still hangs in the dead air between the two of you

It’s just about the only thing stopping him from folding you into a mating press and filling you with his seed

You look unsteady on your feet when you pull yourself up to stand

He looks up at you, still kneeling in front of you, and all he can picture is how good you’d look sitting on his face right now

Why must you make him so insatiable?

You make up some excuse about needing to go, looking shy and flustered and bashful all at once

He wants to say something that’ll convince you to stay, but he’s way too horny to think straight

And for the first time this evening, he’s thankful he’s still wearing his mask

It’s pushed halfway up his face, but maybe that’s just enough to conceal his expression so that you can’t tell all the depraved thoughts he’s having

He’s left there, kneeling on the training mat he just ate you out on, as he watches you leave

And he thinks fuck it, he’ll make sure that won’t be the only time he gets to do that to you

#creepypasta #eyeless Jack #eyeless Jack x reader #eyeless Jack x reader smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x reader smut

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harlowcomehome · 1 month

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CALYPSO:

Warning: Smut.

A/N: Inspired by Bryson Tiller’s new song Calypso. I never write smut on my own page(only collaborations with other writers) so I’m nervous about this one.

Everything written is a work of fiction (AKA: not real in any way, shape or form.) Fan fiction is purely for entertainment purposes and not intended to offend/misrepresent anyone or be disrespectful in any way.

Jack scanned the room, peeking behind the curtain as he hoped to see your familiar face in the crowd. He knew you two hadn’t been on speaking terms for over a month but if he knew you, he knew you’d still show up and show him what he was missing.

“Fifty bucks says she’s not coming” Neelam whispered to Urban as they both watched Jack nervously pace around backstage.

“She’s on the guest list. She’ll be here” Urban smirked, knowing the routine like clockwork, and shaking Neelam's hand. You and Jack would be at each other's throats, fall off and then fuck out your aggressions before acting like nothing had ever happened. You were the reason he even agreed to a residency in California, he hated Pacific time zones but for you, he’d do just about anything.

Jack was anxious, as the time to take the stage was growing closer. You however were waiting in the parking lot with your friend Bria, knowing just how to play it.

“He starts here in like five minutes” Bria checked her phone for the third time. She was trying to follow your lead, but the heels she chose for the night were already killing her.

“I know, that’s why we aren’t going in there for another twenty” you giggled, knowing that your lack of time management would drive him crazy. You had a habit of pushing his buttons, knowing it would only benefit you once he took you to his hotel tonight.

“I have an extra pair of heels in my trunk” You opened the trunk of your car as she eagerly hopped out of the passenger seat.

“You have extra everything in here” Bria giggled essentially finding your second wardrobe, as she changed into your shoes.

“Have to be prepared for anything” you smirked as you applied your lip gloss a final time, the sounds of Jack's second song ringing in your eardrums. “Ready?”

As soon as you entered the club you checked your silenced notifications from Jack, he had text you three times since he had gotten to California early this morning and he hated being ignored, clicking notify anyway with no shame.

His eyes were on the entrance of the club as he performed, eagerly still searching for you. A smile he was unable to hide spread across his face once he saw you enter the room. You got butterflies as soon as you heard his voice coming through the speakers, as much as you tried to deny it you were captivated by him and absolutely in love with him.

He wanted nothing more than to jump off that stage and make his way over to you, his desperation obvious as sweat rolled down the side of his face. He was only a few songs in and promised to do a 45-minute set.

You and Bria ordered espresso martinis and made your way to the VIP lounge that Jack had set up for you both. You kept your eyes on him as you took off your blazer jacket, showing him the navy blue sequined dress you had on.

Jack sang one of his lyrics incorrectly, only you had noticed though as the club was loud and roaring the lyrics back at him. You sat down as Neelam, Urban and some of Jack's other friends joined you.

“Where’d you get that?” Neelam hugged you as you babied your martini glass, tapping your fresh acrylics against it.

“The bar! Do you want me to order you one?” You smiled as you noticed there were only champagne bottles in your section.

“I got it, I’ll order some for everyone” Neelam smiled at you and Bria as Urban sat down beside you with a smile on his face.

“What’s that about?” You hummed between sips.

“I just earned fifty bucks” Urban leaned over to talk in your ear as the music was increasingly louder.

“She never thinks I’ll show” You shook your head, before asking Urban if he wanted to try your drink.

He took the glass from you and took a sip. “To be fair, you were later than usual this time.”

“He made me madder than usual this time” You stole the drink back playfully before he finished the last gulp of it.

When Jack was finished with his set he went backstage and showered, he wanted to make you wait but was worried he’d miss you if he did. So he rushed, throwing on an extra set of clothes and making his way to the section but not before stopping and making a special song request to the DJ that was on after him.

Bria and Urban sat together as you watched him take long strides toward you, you did hate the toxicity but loved the way he wore a look of annoyance. His jaw was always tight, the crease between his eyebrows prominent as he made his emotions evident to you.

“You’re late” he spoke to you through gritted teeth, before swiftly pulling you in for a front-facing hug. His chest always felt like home to you, but you didn’t want to give in so easily, pulling back instinctively.

“Nice to see you too” You rolled your eyes, turning to the couch to grab your blazer, a power move as he held his arm out to stop you.

“Please” he begged, not too proud to. “Please, stay.” The lights in the club hit his baby blues perfectly.

You eyed him up and down as you gave in, moving closer to him. You saw the emotions in his face, knowing you had a lot to apologize for even if he wasn’t completely innocent.

“I’m sorry” you spoke loud enough for him to hear over the music.

With perfect timing, your song started playing, and a giggle escaped you. “You did this?”

He shook his head, “No, must be a divine coincidence.” You knew he wasn’t being truthful, but appreciated the soft gesture.

“I’m sorry too” he leaned into you, the smell of his cologne enticing you. You looked up to locate the cameras but Jack didn’t hesitate, his lips latched to your neck as his hands explored your backside.

“Jack, there are a lot of people here” You tried to subtly push him off of you as his friends crowded the two of you, making a human shield. “The cameras are going to spot us” you moaned into his lips as he kissed you passionately, the kisses growing sloppier by the second.

“I don’t give a fuck, let’s give them a show” he rasped knowing that’s exactly what you were looking for to let loose. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. The music was your guide as you danced together, your bodies grinding against one another’s.

Jack turned you around, your hips grinding against his lap, as he kissed your neck. The smell of your sweet perfume mixed with sweat was pushing him to the edge.

You knew the look on his face too well, finding yourself palming his hard-on, making his breath hitch against your lips as he mumbled into them.

“Let’s go” he pleaded, his blue pupils blown and desperate.

You nodded, taking his hand and following him as he guided you backstage to grab his car keys. “Hotels about ten minutes away” he swallowed hard as he shoved his keys into his pocket but you didn’t want to waste any time, locking the door behind you.

Jack heard the door lock, turning to you for verification. You wasted no time as you unzipped and unbuttoned his pants for him.

“Baby? Here?” His breath hitched, knowing he wasn’t going to last long at all.

“I can’t wait another minute” you whispered as you hiked up your dress.

“Take it off” he licked his lips, knowing you were so eager was making it hard to control himself and the kisses you teased up his thighs weren’t helping.

“Can you say please?” You knew he was at his limits his legs trembling already.

“Now” he rasped, impatiently helping you get undressed for him, he kissed you as his fingers made their way to your thong, pulling it off easily as you loudly moaned into his kisses.

“Louder princess” he commanded, loving the sounds you made.

It was then that a knock on the door interrupted you, causing you to freeze. “Jack” you whispered in a panic, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“Didn’t I say let’s give them a show?” He smirked sliding his fingers into you and kissing you sloppily knowing how vocal you’d become.

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow fanfic #warning: smut

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vemuabhi · 2 months

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I want a Boyfriend

Its march 2nd aka Sanji’s birthday everyone! (IST)

Happy Birthday Mr. Prince. My Crush of all time, My boyfriend in my dreams.

Hey Peeps! Please read the below story of mine and comment/reblog your opinions. I hope you like it!

Modern Universe

Pairing : Sanji X Reader

Warnings : Noting but fluff! Happy ending!

Word Count : 1.2K

I was listening to Selena Gomez - Boyfriend

Summary - Zoro plays Wingman!!

“Why can’t I find a date?”, you wined for the 5th time making a certain green head to get triggered.

“Oh Shut up Shut up Shut up!”, he leaned back on his chair hands still lingering on the laptop before him.

“What can I do? I am getting desperate. Especially after-”

“The Last situationship, you said it multiple times. I feel like I’m about to explode if you keep on doing this”, he huffed as you continued to work on your laptop.

Zoro, your colleague who became your best friend way too quickly. Though he seemed aloof and cold, he was a sweetheart who cares deeply and that was one of the reasons why you got attached to him. In the beginning he tried to make you talk with some of the guys in the office in a friendly way but you didn’t feel interested. Sure you were disparate but not ready to make mistakes again like you did in your previous relation and situation ships.

Leading on and giving false hope wasn’t how you dealt. Even if it was harsh, you preferred it and would prefer it if some thing of that sort happened to you.

“How many times have I introduced you to those other guys. And did you even try?”, he side eyed you then resumed to work. The way even after trying to make you meet new people, you didn’t even try but still complained made him irritated.

“Zoro, I’m sorry about that but… I didn’t find a connection with them, so I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time”.

Looking at your sad but sincere eyes he sighed and shook his head. “Whatever. Don’t be sad now”.

You gained back your smile at the grumpy man because he was so sweet to you. Though he was always mad he was a kind soul. Not all can know about that until they get to know him.

“I need a boyfrie-”

“GOD!”, he rolled his eyes at you as you chuckled, being happy that you managed to piss him off.

****

That day at lunch, Zoro was a bit late to join you because he was on a call. He furrowed his brows at you as you gave him a smirk.

“What?”

“Seems like you have a secret girl you’ve been talking to huh~~ What’s her name?”

“What girlf-… Ah… its not a girl, I was talking to a guy”

“That’s alright, I don’t judge. Who’s that guy?”

“HEY!! NO!! Shut it and eat. Its my roommate. He was telling me to take out the trash”

“Oh… I thought atleast my friend was in a relationship”.

“Like hell I don’t need any rig- Wait… look at this picture”, Zoro stopped eating and showed you a DP of a guy in his personal chat. That was a side profile of a man with cigarette between his lips. He looked pretty good.

“Yeah he looks nice, what about it?”

“Now eat this”, he picked up his spoon and handed it to you. You ate it and the flavours of the food felt divine on your tongue. Your mind tried to keep you sane but your heart had other plans and you grabbed his food and started to eat it making him to hit you, then you stopped.

“Sorry, animal instincts”, you gulped as you returned to your plate. It was good but Zoro’s food was on another level.

“Yeah, people who eat my food turn into animals. I noticed that”

“Never knew you could cook this well, Aish… Zoro I have a question”

“Yeah?”

“Zoro lets go out”, your words made the latter to almost choke on his food.

“Wait wait. Nothing romantic. Just that… you make me food and I sit pretty”

“Jerk… you want food. We don’t have to be in a relationship for that. And I didn’t make it”. You got curious about this. It seemed that zoro’s roommate was the one who made this. His name was Sanji and he was a chef.

“I was thinking of introducing him to you, that’s why I called him earlier”, Zoro averted his gaze from you, “But if you only want too of course. I like how you don’t lead anyone on. If it is okay, then go ahead with him”. A small chuckle left your lips and you nodded in agreement.

You got Sanjis number and as soon as you messaged him hi, you got a reply. You mentioned to him that you were still in office and you both agreed to call after your logout.

Your mind was going apeshit, what waws going on?!! You were getting nervous to talk to the handsome man that Zoro introduced you to. Logout time seemed longer than usual because you were waiting for it.

“Idiot, work first. Then you’ll be able to lose track of time”, motivational words from zoro helped a lot and soon, it was time to call Sanji.

You stood at the entrance of the company and fiddled with your phone. Hands were getting clammy with the stress. Looking at your misery, Zoro sighed and snatched your phone hitting the call option in the process.

“Hello”

A soft husky voice made you to take a deep breath and respond. The first few minutes of the call were a bit slow and awkward but by the time you reached home, you were both laughing and having a great time. Ending the call seemed to be hurting the both of you, which never happened in your past. No matter how excited you were, the other person was never happy with you being yourself. Clingy, immature, talkative and loud, were the words that stuck with you from your past. Though you tried to make sure to not show those traits, you wanted to hide, couldn’t while you spoke with Sanji. Wonder how this happened. Maybe because Sanji was a type to make anyone feel comfortable around him.

Two weeks have passed and the conversations kept getting better and better. You both wanted to meet each other.

“I want to see you”, words slipped out of your mouth making Sanji to become silent.

“I’ll meet you soon”, he said as a smile formed on his lips.

The next day, when you and Zoro got out of the office, you noticed that someone was standing beside Zoro’s bike. You looked at the slender form with a cigarette and your heart skipped a beat. You could hear your heart beating faster.

“Oye Shitty Cook! Why are you here?!!”, Zoro went towards Sanji.

“Marimo!! Don’t you-”, the blond’s words stopped as he noticed you. He walked and stood right infront of you. You both talked on Video calls but, seeing him in person made a shit ton of difference. You could notice how tall he was, his expressions, his red cheeks and most importantly, his blue eyes. His hands reached to yours and laced with your fingers. He smelled like sandalwood. Which made you feel warm.

‘I think he didn’t light his cigarette’, you thought. was It was just a few days since you both talked but, you both felt like you were ready to date.

“Should we go on a date?”

His question made you to smile and nod frantically. “I thought you’d never ask”

“Oh, I wanted to ask this when we met, not over phone”, his right hand travelled to your cheek.

“You sometimes… are cliché”

“Don’t you like it?”, he raised his eyebrow with a smirk. Damn… he aint lying.

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@mcyt-aro-week day 3: solidarity / hobbies

It's a quiet day in Pixandria, all things considered, which is nice and rare these days. That is, until Pix hears the telltale sounds of rockets and someone skidding to a halt in the sand outside his storage room.

Pix closes the chest he was rummaging through with a sigh and walks outside to figure out which of his friends has appeared on his metaphorical front lawn. As he pokes his head out the door, he catches a flash of bright green- Jimmy, then, so this will probably be a relatively normal conversation, all things considered.

"Jimmy, hey, what's up?"

Jimmy turns around, frowning, and pulls his codboy hat lower than it's supposed to go so it covers his eyes- bad day, then.

Jimmy sighs, "Pix, can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure, sure, come on in," Pix ushers the man into the top area of the storage room and leans against one of the walls. "What's going on?"

Jimmy buries is head in his hands even further somehow and groans for a second before he starts talking. Very bad day, then.

"Well, I just left Rivendell cause Scott invited me to some sort of alliance meeting, except it wasn't really an alliance meeting, it was a date, and it was really clearly a date cause he had this tunnel of love thing going on and a picnic and it was really nice but I don't- I wasn't prepared and I don't know if I even like him- or anyone- like that but I didn't know how to tell him that in the middle of a date, so I pretended that I didn't know it was one, except it was so obviously a date so now he either thinks I'm even more of an idiot than he already did or that I was, I don't know, playing hard to get or something? I don't know how people think about these things, I just-"

Jimmy, who had been pacing and gesturing wildly the whole time he spoke, stops short, digs his palms into his eyes, and shouts a bit before stopping and looking up at Pix desperately.

"Help?"

Pix nods slowly. "Yeah, ok, that's... that's bad. So, first things first, the thing about not being sure if you like him, or anyone like that?"

Jimmy takes a deep breath and shakes out his hands a bit. "Yeah, I don't know, I think I've had like, one crush ever? And I don't even really know if that was a crush? And I like Scott, I do, even though he's kind of a jerk sometimes, but I don't think it's like that? I'm not sure."

"Ok, well, do you want to be in a relationship with Scott?"

Jimmy pauses, visibly considering. "I... have no idea."

"Ok, so, first step is, despite what you might think, not figuring that part out, because that's going to take forever. First step is getting on the same page with Scott.”

“Does it have to be? Can’t I just figure out what my deal is and then everything is fine forever?”

Pix chuckles. “If only it were that easy.”

“It’s just-!” Jimmy walks over to where Pix is leaning and joins him for about two seconds before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. “I don’t know. I don’t know how any of this is supposed to feel, I don’t know how I’m meant to know if I like someone like that or not if I want to be in a relationship with them or what and I don’t know how everyone seems to have it so figured out!”

“I mean, I don’t think everyone else does, to be totally honest. But even if they do, well, it probably felt a lot more like… something for them.” Pix joins Jimmy on the floor, staring straight ahead as he tries to think. “Because in my experience, sometimes it feels like nothing because it is nothing, but sometimes it feels like nothing because it’s something but not with this person, but other times it feels like something even when it’s nothing-“ Pix has no idea what he’s talking about, at this point. He’s not equipped for these things, and he says as much. “Why did you come to me for this, I’m not-? Your sister’s married to your best friend, I feel like they’re much better equipped to answer the question of ‘How do you know when you want to be in a relationship with someone?’”

“I mean, probably,” Jimmy says, finally letting his codboy hat go enough that Pix can see his eyes again. “But, well… you’re you. We’re us, y’know?”

Pix does know. He knows that Lizzie is Jimmy’s sister, but Pix was the first person to see Jimmy without the Codfather head on. He knows that Joel is Jimmy’s best friend, but Pix is the one he asked to build the cod statue in his base. He knows that he’s Jimmy’s… something, and this is what they do. And that, however unfortunately, he probably is the best person to ask about this type of thing, even if he doesn’t feel like he knows what he’s talking about half the time.

Pix reaches out and puts his arm around Jimmy’s shoulders, and Jimmy instinctively moves to lay his head on Pix’s shoulder. Well, they’ll figure it out eventually.

#mcyt aro week #jimmy solidarity #pixlriffs #empires smp #i’m not tagging this as shipping but you can if you want #they’re a qpr it’s whatever you want it to be #though i will say that the crush jimmy mentions IS pix #like they’re a qpr but they don’t really call it that and jimmy did think he had a crush on pix for a bit cause he has no idea what a crush #is quote unquote supposed to be #also scott doesn’t know it but he’s also aromantic #but he’s So far from realizing that #my writing

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The Daughter's Return: Chapter Three

Some Friendly Advice

This is a fullblown multichapter fic now. Get ready for a slowburn mutual pining fic full of love and angst and so much drama. I'm sorry in advance (if you want to be tagged in any follow up just reply to this post or send me a message!) Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 5k

Part One | Part Four | Table of Contents | Read on A03

You woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours and a room that was much too dark to be a bunkhouse. Marco must’ve brought you back to his cabin after you fell asleep at the party. How embarrassing. You hadn’t even drank that much. Yesterday must've been more exhausting than you realized.

You stretched out your arms, trying to push the sleep out of your body to start the day. Your hand pushed against another body, which was odd. Marco didn’t usually share a bed with you, but it happened sometimes.

“What time is it?” You groaned.

“Not sure.”

The voice that definitely didn’t belong to Marco made you pause. It was hoarse, so it took you a few moments to place it.

“Ace?” Your voice caught in your throat as you spoke.

“Hi.”

You suddenly felt very claustrophobic, sharing such a small space with your commander. When it was Marco you never minded, but this was Ace. And you shared a bed with him last night. You didn’t even remember leaving the party. How on earth did you end up here, in this small and very private room?

Ace must’ve sensed your discomfort. “Nothing happened,” he quickly assured you. “Marco’s door was locked, so I brought you in here to sleep.”

You raised your eyebrow, even though he couldn’t see it. You didn’t believe him. Not completely.

“So why am I in bed with you?”

“Oh. Uh, well-” He sounded abnormally nervous as he stammered on his words, trying to find an explanation. “Uhm, you…kind of asked me to join you?”

Your mouth dropped open, unable to hide your shock. “Bullshit,” you hissed.

“I swear!” Ace said. “I was going to sleep on the floor, I-”

A sharp knock cut him off, and both of your eyes cut to the door.

“Ace!” Marco’s voice called from the other side. “Wake up, man! Pops wants to talk to you.”

You could feel Ace tense at Marco’s words, and you found yourself concerned as well. Nothing happened on the Moby Dick without your father knowing about it. You weren’t sure if that included who spent the night in which rooms, but you prayed that your father didn’t concern himself with things so trivial.

Ace cleared his throat, his eyes darting around the room nervously. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”

You scowled at him and his nervous behavior. “If we didn’t do anything, why are-”

You had been whispering, but Ace clamped a hand over your mouth and threw a finger to his lips, silently begging you to be quiet.

Marco’s voice hummed disapprovingly from outside the door. “Ace? Come on.”

You heard the door knob jiggle as Marco tried to enter the room, but thankfully Ace had locked it last night.

“I’ll meet you there!” Ace called out, slight desperation in his voice. You knew that wouldn’t go unnoticed by Marco.

“No way,” Thatch’s muffled voice came from outside the door. “Hurry it up with whoever you got in there and let’s go.”

So it wasn’t just Marco waiting outside. You squinted your eyes in suspicion at Thatch’s words, but Ace just shook his head at you, begging you to be silent.

“I promise I’ll explain everything later, okay?” he whispered as softly as he could. “But I swear on my life, I would never-”

“Ace!” Marco’s voice came again, and you heard a chorus of laughter outside the door.

“Coming!” Ace yelled to the group congregating outside your door. He redirected his attention to you and whispered one last thing. “I would never take advantage of you, or anyone, like that. I swear. We’ll talk later, just stay hidden until we all leave.”

With those words, he jumped out of bed and threw the cover over you. You heard him shuffling around the room getting dressed, and you were thankful for the blanket covering your face. It hid your reddened cheeks from your imagination going wild. A small part of you wanted to peek out from under the covers, but your morning had already been filled with enough embarrassment.

“Damn, Ace,” Curiel hollered through the door. “Who on earth do you have in there? You must be taking your sweet time-”

You heard the creak of the door opening, and you froze. You were under the blanket and safely tucked away from any outsider’s gaze, but you couldn’t help feeling small in this situation.

“Wish it were you?” Ace teased, cutting Curiel off.

“Dude, you look horrible!” Thatch barked out, a gaggle of laughs emitting from various commanders. “What poor soul kept you up last night?”

“Whoever it is, I bet they’re feeling it now!” Another voice quipped, one you didn’t recognize.

You could feel yourself starting to steam with anger, and you forced yourself to calm down. Steam would alert everyone to your presence, and ruin your current anonymity.

“Shut up,” Ace mumbled. He seemed to be equally as annoyed with their jests. He shut the door quickly behind him as you hid under the covers, leaving you alone in the darkness. The sounds of group laughter was shortly followed by heavy footsteps receding, and you finally breathed a sigh of relief. You were finally alone.

You wanted to believe that Ace had brought you to his room on his own accord, but the end of the night was becoming clearer to you by the second. You had asked Ace to go back to his room, asked him to lay in bed with you. You might’ve even taken it a step further and actually slept with him, if he hadn’t been so uneasy about doing so.

Ace certainly wasn’t the one to blame in your current situation. But it did seem like he had some kind of reputation amongst his fellow commanders. Their words made your chest hurt, though you weren’t sure why. You barely knew Portgas D. Ace. It all felt complicated, and made your head spin just from thinking about it.

You groaned, finally removing the cover and looking around the room. Ace’s room was an organized kind of messy. You could see that everything had a place where it kind of belonged. Even if nobody else understood his system, he would.

He didn’t have a lot of things, but the one recurring thing you did see scattered across his room was, strangely enough, sea shells. All of them were different sizes, shapes, and colors. There were probably hundreds scattered around his room. On his desk, on his nightstand, even along his wall. You would have to ask him about it later, if you could ever muster up the courage to speak to him again.

You needed to leave. You didn’t want to be back here when Ace and the other commanders returned. Your stomach rumbled in agreement, and you decided that the dining hall would be your next stop. You opened the door and slipped out into the hallway as quietly as you could. As you clicked the door into place, you gave a quick glance around to see if there had been any witnesses, and your eyes met Izou’s.

Your eyes widened upon the realization. You opened your mouth, debating between begging for his silence or explaining what happened, but Izou held a hand up.

“None of my business, kid,” he said quickly. “It’s already forgotten.”

Izou darted into his room before you had a chance to form any words, leaving you alone in the hallway.

“Thank you,” you muttered to both Izou and the universe as you started down the corridor.

Anyone else would’ve plastered your scandal on the front page of every News Coo they could find. But Izou had always had your back. You weren’t sure why you didn’t go to him for more things instead of Marco. Maybe you should talk to the sixteenth division commander more often.

It was ending breakfast time in the mess hall, so there weren’t many options left. You grabbed a few pastries and sat down with some of your old friends who were always late risers after a party night.

“You! You didn’t come back to the bunkhouse last night!” Whitey announced as you sat down next to her.

You gave her a side glare, and you saw all of your friends perk up at the hint of gossip.

“I always sleep in Marco’s room on party nights,” you said. Which was the truth, just not the truth about last night.

“Marco, huh?” a girl you didn’t know said, with deep curiosity. She had fiery red hair and purple lipstick on. “You’re into older guys then?” she asked.

“Ew,” you said, disgusted with her implication. “Marco is like my brother.” You took a bite of the raspberry pastry you had grabbed. “Or maybe like my uncle?”

“Your hot brother-uncle,” Epoida corrected.

You wrinkled your nose at the thought. “Gross, Epoida.”

“We all have our own tastes, hunny.”

“Clearly.”

“So what’s yours?” the red-haired girl asked you. She was watching you closely, making you a little self-conscious about your disheveled appearance.

“Y/N is the second division strategist now,” Brew said, sitting down next to the red-haired girl. “That title speaks for itself about what she’s into.”

The group turned to look at you in shock. The news must not have spread yet. You wrinkled your nose in disgust again, hoping they didn’t see the blush appearing across your cheeks.

“You’re one to talk, Brew,” you shot back. “You always loved to-”

“I’m settled down now!” Brew remarked, cutting you off before you could finish your sentence. His arm wrapped around the red-haired girl. “This is Sally, and I’m all hers!”

You gave a soft snicker at that, thinking back on all the times Brew had tried to get with you before you had left. “I guess people really can change,” you said snarkily.

Brew stuck his tongue out at you from behind Sally, which made you snort. At least some things never changed.

“When are we supposed to hit the next island?” you asked, hoping to change the subject away from love interests.

“I think tomorrow,” Whitey said, looking out the porthole to the sea. “I hope tomorrow. I need an island day.”

“Makes sense.” You took another bite of your pastry. “We need to restock before the mission next week.”

Apparently that news hadn’t gotten around either, because everyone’s head swiveled to look at you.

“Mission?” Whitey asked.

“How do you know about a new mission?” Epoida demanded.

“Oh, I didn’t know it wasn’t public. It’s not finalized yet,” you said. It wasn’t finalized because you hadn’t gotten the list done. Damn Portgas D. Ace for distracting you so much.

“Did you not know it was a secret because Ace told you?” Brew asked. His voice carried a little tune when he spoke Ace’s name, and you had to grit your teeth to avoid saying something sarcastic.

“It’s actually because I’m the strategist,” you said between clenched teeth. Your hand had turned into a fist, crushing your pastry.

“Brew, cut it out!” Whitey came to your defense, rolling her eyes. “Y/N wouldn’t go for a guy like Ace anyway.”

Epoida nodded. “Ace is way too much of a…” she paused, trying to find the right words.

“Man-whore?” Sally offered.

“Flirt,” Epoida corrected, shooting Sally a look. “He still is a division commander, Sally.”

“Only because he took Y/N’s promised position!” Whitey yelled.

Her upstart caused a few people to glance your way. “Whitey,” you hissed. “It’s fine. Really.”

“Really?” asked Sally. “I thought you’d be more upset from all the stories I heard about you.”

“I’m really okay,” you said truthfully. “I like working with Ace.”

All of the girls gawked at you, their mouths wide open. But Brew busted out into laughter at your comment.

“Oh my god,” Brew wheezed out. “He’s already got you wrapped around his finger.”

“Y/N,” Whitey said, her eyes practically bugging out of her head. “Please tell me you didn’t sleep with him already.”

“What?!? No, of course I didn’t!” you insisted, though it wasn’t necessarily the truth. You had slept in the same bed as him, but you hadn’t slept with him. It was different.

“I swear he’s slept with half the girls on this ship,” Epoida said.

“And half the guys,” Brew added, which got a contemplative nod from everyone at the table.

“Y/N,” Whitey grabbed your shoulders and turned you to stare her straight in the eyes. “You cannot be put under Ace’s spell, okay? Promise me.”

“Whitey, you’re being ridiculous,” you laughed nervously. “He’s not that bad.”

“She’s already been taken,” Brew muttered.

“Poor soul,” Sally said in agreement.

“You guys!” You yelled, shaking Whitey’s grip off you. “It’s not like that! It just-I couldn't-he wanted-”

“She’s hopeless,” Epoida said.

“Would you all stop it!?” you hissed.

“You are going to get your heart broken,” Whitey promised. “Beg Pops to switch divisions. He’ll do it for you. Get as far away from Portgas D. Ace as you can. While you still can. He’s cruel and he’ll only use you. Please trust me on this.”

“Thanks for the advice,” you grumbled, though you didn’t mean it. You had lost your appetite from the conversation, so you picked up your plate and stormed out of the dining hall.

You needed to work. To distract yourself from everything you had heard at breakfast. Unfortunately, those stupid papers were in Ace’s room, and you hadn’t had the foresight to grab those this morning. And after what you had learned at the breakfast table, you weren’t particularly in the mood to go seek him out and talk to him at the moment.

Luck seemed to be on your side at the moment, though. The commander's chambers were empty except for Haruta, who eagerly smiled at you when you entered.

“Hey! How are you?” He asked. “Did you enjoy the party?”

“I did,” you said, politely smiling. “Just have to finish up this report for Pops. Ace isn’t here, is he?”

Haruta frowned at the mention of Ace. “He’s still in the mission meeting.”

“No worries, I think his room is unlocked.” You knew it was; you hadn’t locked it when you left earlier. But you couldn’t tell Haruta that.

You quickly popped into his room, scanning his desk to find the papers he had held hostage last night. They were there, and you scooped them up and left the room. You were about to leave the commander's chamber as well, when you realized something.

“Hey Haruta, can you help me with something?” You already knew what his answer would be.

“Whatever you need!”

You grinned and sat down next to him on the couch. “I don’t know some of these names or their fighting abilities. Can you help me assess them?”

“Sure!” He was practically bouncing from excitement. “I used to be a strategist too, so I know all the info you need.”

“It’s more just a capability ranking, if you don’t mind. I’m trying to keep an open mind,” you explained.

You all went through the two pages of names you were unfamiliar with. You had to admit, Haruta was very helpful in his assessment. It was concise, but included all of the information you needed to know. By the end of your time with him, you knew everyone’s time on the ship, fighting experience, and what devil fruit ability they had. It was extremely helpful.

When you finished the last name, you found yourself sitting and talking with him for a little while. It was refreshing to talk to a familiar face who wasn’t teasing or scolding you. Haruta had been on the ship for a long time. Not as long as you, obviously, but he had joined the Whitebeards when he was a kid. It was the only family he had, just like how you had been.

You both talked about what you learned and how you grew in your two years. Haruta had become a commander right before you left, and it was clear now that your father knew what he was doing when he appointed him. He really seemed to grow into a great person and commander. His appointment had sparked your journey to Wano, though you didn’t tell him that.

“There she is!” Marco’s voice boomed at the entry to the common room.

Both you and Haruta turned to look at him and the others coming into the room.

“There’s a strategy meeting tomorrow morning! I’ve been looking all over the ship trying to find you.”

“That’s my cue,” you mumbled, gathering up your stuff.

“You don't have to go!” Haruta pleaded. A part of you didn’t want to go either, but you had work to do and distractions to avoid.

“Ace will be here in a second,” Marco said. “Pops asked the three mission commanders to hang back.”

You ignored Marco, choosing to address Haruta before you left. “It was lovely catching up with you. Let’s do it again soon?”

You hadn’t meant to say it loud enough for all the other commanders to hear, but you could see them all exchanging glances in your peripheral vision. You chose not to comment on it, and instead walked out of the room, heading for the library.

You stopped at your bunkhouse to change into a fresh pair of clothes and freshened up before you went to work for the day. As Haruta had explained each person’s abilities, you made plenty of notes about where they should be positioned, now all you had to do was write it up into a formal report.

By the end of the day, your strategy report was 4 pages long. You had the fourth division flanking the left side with an additional twelve members from the second division, and the eleventh division flanking the right with fourteen members from the second division. The rest of the second division would hang back and assist as needed, with communication being made through transponder snails.

It would work. You were certain. It was the safest maneuver for everyone involved, and it allowed extra security if there were any surprises or change in plans. It gave flexibility and a solid offense. Satisfied with your work, you took your papers back to your bunkhouse and placed them in your bedside drawer.

You had managed to successfully keep Portgas D. Ace off of your mind for the entire day. Until you walked into the dining hall. Your eyes managed to instantly find him, and he smiled at you, giving you a little wave to come join him in the dinner line.

You quickly averted your eyes, pretending you didn’t see him. Trying your best to ignore the heat rising to your face, you looked for Whitey, and found her further back in the secondary line. You walked over to join her and Epoida, laughing and chatting with other crew members.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked, stepping in line with them.

The two individuals you didn’t know stared at you, but Whitey and Epoida smiled at your arrival.

“Still mad about this morning?” Epoida asked cautiously. Her eyes flitted over behind you to where Ace was standing, and she smirked.

“This morning?” you asked, trying to remember. You were certain she didn’t know about your night with Ace, so she must’ve been talking about breakfast.

They had made you angry in the moment, but you had time to cool off. Reflecting now, they were only trying to warn you about the kind of person Ace was. You were grateful for that.

Epoida leaned in close to you to whisper in your ear. “He’s watching, you know.”

“You think he likes the show?” you sarcastically responded, trying to show it didn’t phase you.

The act would’ve worked, but your devil fruit ability betrayed you. You could feel the tips of your ears burning, and your hair around them started to singe. Epoida bursted into a cackle at your embarrassment, and you shoved her away from you. You had to resist the urge to glance over at Ace, knowing that’s exactly what Epoida wanted you to do.

Your back was to the room, so you didn’t see him approaching. But you did see everyone else’s eyes getting big, and then you heard Ace’s cool voice from directly behind you.

“Hey ladies,” he said, his hand resting on your shoulder. You flinched at the closeness of his voice, and ignited your skin where he touched you, causing him to pull back in pain.

“Sorry. Forgot,” he mumbled, rubbing his hand. “Do you mind if I steal this lovely lady away from you all for a moment? Got commander stuff to talk about.”

“Commander stuff,” Whitey mocked. “Right.”

Ace gave Whitey a nervous glance and flashed her a smile, but it wasn’t as confident as usual.

“You can talk to me here,” you stated. “We’re amongst allies.”

“Right..” Ace said, looking around the circle.

It appeared that even though you were among allies, Ace was not. All of the others in the circle were glaring at him as if he had kicked a puppy on his way over here.

“So what’s up?” you asked, trying to ignore your friend’s gaze.”

“Oh, right.” Ace turned his attention to you, and you struggled not to get lost in his spotted freckles or his dark eyes. “There’s a strategy meeting tomorrow. Figured we could go through the names of the divisions and I could help you write up a report for it.”

“Already done,” you said coolly. “Haruta helped me out this morning and I got the report written.”

“Oh,” Ace said. He was staring at you with a confused look on his face, as if he were waiting for something more. You could hear the girls next to you stifling their laughs.

“You can look at it if you want,” you offered, unsure of what else he needed.

“No.” Ace blinked, as if he were trying to comprehend what to do next. “No, I trust you.”

“Cool.” You turned your attention away from him. “So anyway Epoida, this morning I was just in a bad mood. Better now, thanks for checking.”

You could still feel him behind you, just out of your view. Everyone else in the group kept glancing at him.

“Ace?” you asked, turning back around to face him.

“Yeah?”

“Did you need something else?”

“No,” Ace said, looking at the rest of the group. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”

“Sounds good. Bye.”

You waited for him to walk away before you turned to face your friends again.

“Dude,” Epoida said. “He’s trying to get with you so hard.”

“He is not.” You rolled your eyes.

“He definitely is,” one of the girls said. “When he puts his hands on people’s shoulders like that…”

“The Mark of Portgas D. Ace!” the other girl said, giggling. “You have to sleep with him now. It’s only a matter of time.”

“And then he’ll leave you,” Whitey said bitterly. “Onto the next shiny thing.”

“You guys are being dramatic,” you said, but you felt a knot of jealousy forming in your stomach.

“Happened to me,” one of the girls said. “And Whitey.”

“It did not!” Whitey said. “We did not-”

“Oh right,” the girl waved Whitey off. “You never made it home with him.”

“Shut up!” Whitey hissed, her face flooding with pink. “That was a few months ago! It doesn’t even matter!”

“Doesn’t it?” the girl taunted. You got a feeling that their argument was deeper and more malicious than either girl was letting onto.

“Can we stop talking about him?” you let out an exasperated sigh. “I feel like he’s all I ever hear about.”

“That’s because it’s begun.” Epoida wiggled her fingers at you like she was putting you under a spell. “He’s all you’ll ever hear about from now on.”

“He’s always been the talk of the ship,” one of the girls said. “Something you’ll just have to live with.”

The girls started talking amongst themselves again, about other crewmates and possibilities of an island soon, but Whitey was unnaturally quiet.

“Whitey,” you mumbled to her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Her eyes were glassy when she looked at you. “He’s no good, Y/N. No good.”

She ran off, leaving you alone with the three chatty girls. You didn’t care for their conversation much, but Whitey’s reaction bothered you. Not many people could make her emotional, especially over something that happened in the past.

Portgas D. Ace made your heart flutter. But apparently he did that to a lot of people, and he had hurt one of your best friends in the process. You wouldn’t let yourself fall into the same fate. You refused to do so. Not just for your own preservation, but for Whitey too.

You grabbed your dinner to go and headed for the library for a quiet space. You needed to go over your plans one more time to check for any bias or oversights. You sat silently, reading over your proposal as you shoveled food into your mouth. The strategy appeared to be airtight with the information you had been given, but you were afraid of missing something obvious.

“Thought you said you were done with that,” a voice teased, and you cursed Ace for finding you so quickly.

“Just going over it one last time,” you replied simply, not looking up from your papers

“Nervous for tomorrow?” he asked, sitting down in the seat next to you.

“No,” you lied, which prompted a chuckle from Ace. You were normally a good liar, but Ace seemed to always be able to know whether you were being truthful or not.

He grabbed the papers from you and glanced over them. It wasn’t nearly long enough for him to read even a paragraph before he nodded and put the papers down. “Looks good.”

You scowled at him, reminded of Whitey and tears she had. “This may be a joke to you, but people’s lives are on the line.”

“It’s not a joke to me,” he said, looking at you with a confused gaze. “I just trust your ability to plan.”

“You don’t know me well enough to trust me,” you shot back. “Read it and give feedback.”

Ace looked at you for a moment, and you held his gaze with an intense stare. He resigned with a sigh and began reading your work.

You were surprised that he did so without little argument, and your heart skipped a little at his willingness to help you. But Whitey quickly came back to your mind, and you steeled your emotions. Portgas D. Ace may be a good commander, but he wasn’t a good person.

He quietly read for a few minutes while you doodled in the margins of some old notes, trying to distract yourself from him.

“I only have one suggestion,” Ace said as he finished up the report.

“Which is?”

“You need to give the fourth division two more members. Or take away two members from the eleventh division.”

You scowled. “But the eleventh division is less skilled. Which is why I gave them more resources.”

“I know that, but it will still offend Kingdew and his subordinates. You give them the same number of people at first to prove they’re equals. Then we’ll deploy more people at the start of the battle when they ask for assistance.”

“But the goal is to make them as even as possible from the start.”

“But we need them to be cooperative. Giving one person less people will cause hostility on each side for different reasons,” Ace explained. “Put Clavis and Mateo under Kingdew, move Iliana to Thatch. Take Philric, Ulster, and Maxie off the initial assault. It’ll even out their abilities and firepower of each side without being too obvious that Kingdew has stronger assistance on his team.”

You hummed, thinking about his suggestion. “I really wanted Clavis to be available for the first rescue team.”

“It’ll be fine,” Ace reassured. “It will spare Kingdew and Thatch any problems with superiority. One man won’t make that much of a difference.”

“You would.” It slipped out before you had a chance to think.

“Well, yeah,” he agreed. He looked up at you, flashing his signature smile. “I am the ace, after all.”

You couldn’t help it. Your heart fluttered. You could feel yourself falling for this stupid boy, and you hated yourself for it. You had to stop this before it got too out of hand.

“Clavis and Mateo to Kingdew, Iliana to Thatch, Philric, Ulster, and Maxie to the first rescue team. I’ll make the adjustments.”

You reached for the papers, but he held them away from you.

“Can we talk about last night?” His voice was low when he spoke so nobody would hear him. Even though there was nobody in the library, you glanced around nervously.

“I know what I need to know about you, Ace. There’s nothing more to talk about.”

He looked hurt by the harshness of your words, and you did your best to act like you didn’t care.

He sighed, holding the papers out. “I just wanted to make sure you knew-”

“Nothing happened,” you finished, snatching the papers back. “I know. Thanks.”

You gathered your stuff quickly and got up to leave.

“And nothing will be happening,” you clarified. You looked down at him, still in his seat. “I’m sorry if I gave you mixed signals, so let me be clear now. I may be your strategist, but that’s all I am.”

God, he looked so sad. It almost made you want to take it all back; to kiss his lips right then and there in that dark and dusty little library. But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You refused to be used by your commander, even if you broke your own heart in the process.

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the-ineffable-cross · 7 months

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Harsh Words - Pt 3

ill update slower just cause I have school and stuff from tmmr

sorry!

Part 2 is here

Part 1 is here

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You watch as the fabric of the man's mask pulls taut as he grins underneath it. Bastard.

"You'll never know." He whispers before standing up and striding out, leaving only the wind and a cold cup of coffee in his wake.

"Fuck..." you whisper to yourself. You need your Captain. You need Price- hell, you need ANYONE. But most importantly, you need to find Ghost.

"Nurse?" you call out, voice hoarse and strained from just the conversation earlier.

She pops her head out of her office, smiling. "Yes, dear?" She's too precious, this woman...

"Could you page Captain Price?"

"Of course!" she replies happily, though a flash of concern flickers in her eyes.

10 minutes later, Price is hunched by your bedside, listening to you whisper about how Ghost isn't actually Ghost.

The medicine the nurse gave you is starting to kick in and now, thank god, you're able to sit up - albeit shakily.

Price's brow is furrowed, deep in thought as he quietly speaks. "It's going to be ok," he says firmly.

He sighs and takes a deep breath, then looks up at you with a determined expression.

"But what the hell do we do? Our lieutenant is gone! Ghost is gone!" you whisper-shout, angry at there not even being any proposition at what to do.

Price nods and stands up. He gestures for you to join him and speaks in a low voice. "We need to find him," he says. "And fast."

I look at Price, incredulously. "If you haven't noticed, my body isn't very well equipped to stand right now, Captain."

He flushes before sitting back down in that same uncomfortable chair the man you once thought was Ghost sat in.

"We need a plan."

"I say we grab that bloody imposter and give him a piece of our minds," you spit, "in the interrogation room."

"Don't be rash, Private. If nothing come out of it, eyes will he turned to you and they'll wonder if you were lying." Price states firmly. Fire is in his eyes, and you can tell he wants to find Ghost just as much as you do.

"But then how then hell else are we meant to get Ghost!" You proclaim, louder than you thought, turning the heads of a few drowsy, unaware patients.

'At least you can get that loud now.' you think happily. The meds the nurse gave you have kicked in fully. Goodbye sore throat!

"I'll talk to Laswell." Price vows before standing once again, obvious he is going to leave. "Although Private, I must ask, why is it that you are so determined in this matter?"

Your breath hitches in your throat. Why are you so determined? Ghost hates you so why are you so desperate to get him back?

"He's my teammate, Captain. We look out for each other. No matter what."

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Thanks for reading, yall!

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rukkiya · 11 months

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losing control

(welt yang x reader)

tw: reader is uncomfortable with physical touch

“Welt and you will be going down for this mission. Please be careful, I advise you to stay close with him at all times y/n. The people you’ll be dealing with are anything but good.”

Himeko’s voice rings in your ears.

The crowd was only getting worse, the city you were at wasn’t like ones you were used to. Sure cities were busy and all but you were getting swept away by the crowd.

“Y/n! Grab me!” Welts voice comes out strained, people pushing you and him further apart.

The look on your face was making him desperate to get out of there. He knows you have a problem with having people too close let alone touching you, you looked utterly scared.

He doesn’t dare try and grab you; he doesn't want to scare you anymore than you already are hence why he’s telling you to grab onto him.

You reach your hand out to reach for his forearm only to feel someone else grab your arm, sweeping you further away from welt.

“Hey let them go!” Welt pushes forward seeing you squirm uncomfortably.

He would grab you, would bring you close to him but he knows just how uncomfortable you are with any sort of physical touch.

He first noticed it when you joined the Astral Express.

He picked up on your facial expressions and body language when you’d squirm away from the slighted touch. When others would accidentally bump into you even sometimes when March would hug you, though you tried your best to not show it, he noticed it.

You felt bad, didn’t want others to think you were uncomfortable around them exactly. It’s just you’ve never experienced it much and before you knew it when it would happen you found yourself wanting to get away from it.

It made you feel vulnerable, it made you scared for so many reasons.

Doesn’t help that the reason why you were in this mess in the first place was because you had already miraculously gotten on the bad guys side and now they were tailing you.

Welt and you were asking around about the city and it’s recent troubles with the gangs that run certain parts. Little did you know someone from one of the notorious gangs just happened to be listening in.

“Excuse me ma’am sorry to bother, I just wanted to ask you about your troubles with the city lately. Do you think you can tell me anything revolving around certain people?” You politely ask the old lady behind the counter who was serving coffee.

“My dear, please don’t speak so loudly of such people, you never know where they are I wouldn’t want you to get in-“

“Looks like todays your lucky day kid! I just so happen to be involved with the people you speak of. Now, what business do you outsiders have with us huh?” an older man clears his throat leaning next to you, making you lean back stepping off the stool you sat on. Welt’s shoulders come into view to block the man from getting any closer.

“We are here to ask questions, nothing more, please step back.” Welt clears his throat, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Wasn’t talking to you four eyes. You two are here to cause trouble clearly, anyone who asks about us has bad intentions your little friend there knows just what they’re asking.” The man laughs, making Welt sigh, talking to people like this was like talking to a wall.

“They mean no harm, please don’t start a ruckus in my diner.” The old woman behind the counter sighs, pushing a cup of coffee your way, a look of worry on her face as she looks over to you.

“Go out the back if anything happens.” She mouths and you nod your head, an uneasy feeling setting in your chest.

“Hey,” the older man clicks his tongue, hand reaching over for you. “I’m talking to you kid, don’t you know how to respect-“

In an instant the man’s hand and head were pinned to the table below you, Welt standing over him pinning him down.

The second the man’s head slammed the table around fifteen other men shot up from their seats, weapons drawing pointing at both Welt and you.

“Y/n, get the older woman and take her somewhere safe in the back, have her take you outside, I’ll be there right now.” Welt whispers, making you immediately shake your head no.

“I can’t leave-“

“Y/n you’ll be fine, I promise I’ll go out there for you right now.” Welt’s voice comes out a bit calmer this time, giving you a small nod.

You slowly nod back, placing both palms onto the counter.

“Now!” Welts voice urges you, making you push yourself up and jump over the counter, grab the old lady’s hand and run to the back.

“He’ll be fine.” You tell yourself over and over.

The noises coming from the dining hall were anything but pleasant making you all the more scared.

“Ma’am I’m sorry about all this. I’m taking you away from the fight so you won’t get hurt but I need you to tell me where the back door is at.” You make your way down the narrow hall with her behind.

“Leave me here around the corner dear, I’ll be fine, this is my dinner after all.” She slows down and you turn back to her.

“The door that leads to the outside is all the way down. Make one right and a left. It should lead you outside but beware of the crowded streets, it will however make it earlier for you both to escape. Now go!” She explains, pointing down the hall.

“I can’t leave you here, what if they-“

“I need to stay, they won’t hurt me, trust me. Besides I need to tell that boyfriend of yours where the back door is too!” She turns, hearing the hallway door open.

You open your mouth to say something but she only gently moves your forward to the back.

You quickly thank her once again and make your way down. The door to the outside soon came into view and your legs full on sprinted only coming to a halt when your arms reached out to push it open. You weren’t leaving without Welt.

However Welt was right behind you, the old woman had told him which back door to head out and managed to lose the guy who was tailing him.

Loud footsteps were heard from the corner of the hall and you held your breath.

“Where’s welt?”

“Is he ok?”

“What if it’s not him?”

“What if he’s hurt?”

Your mind racing with so many questions all at once, only does it stop when you see the familiar head of brown hair and glasses come into your view.

“Over here!” You push the door open and step out, waiting for him to fully exit to shut the door and block it from the outside.

As soon as Welts leg left the door, the man from earlier had turned down the corner and was running straight towards you.

You push the door forward with all your weight but it didn’t close fully, the footsteps were now much closer.

You lean back and throw your body against it to push it more but nothing happened.

Welt leaned over your body leaning over the door and shoved it closed just as the older man was about to burst through it.

“Thank you, are you ok?” You ask out of breath.

“Yes I am, they didn’t get me, don't worry I’m not hurt.” He replies equally as out of breath as you, you step close to examine if he’s actually ok or not but stop when you hear something hit the door.

A loud bang comes from the door you've just closed making you both turn, only to see the hinges fly off.

Welt and you made no comment, the second the bolts flew off the door you knew you had to leave.

Your legs waste no time, running down the dark alley and into the crowd.

That’s how you both found yourself in this predicament.

The old woman wasn’t lying when she said the crowded streets would make them lose you, only they proved to be more than you thought, you were losing sight of Welt as people swept you farther and farther away.

“Y/n!” Welts tone calls out laced with worry, his voice sounds so close yet far from all the muffled voices overlapping

The people passing kept bumping into you making you all the more uneasy, being so close to others wasnt something you were used to. You need to get out, the people around you were making it even harder for Welt to spot you.

“Welt! Welt where are you?!” You pull your arm towards you, away from the random person and push your way through the crowd, seeing Welt reach out his hand again.

You felt as if you were slowly losing control. You couldn’t keep your balance, couldn’t move, you were being pushed, grabbed, shoved it was all too much. It was making your skin crawl, burn in an uncomfortable way.

“Grab me, I'll try getting you out of here, just grab my hand or arm wherever you can!” Welt calls out and you manage to get closer.

“What if they can’t reach me?

“Do I grab them?”

“No, I don't want to make them any more uncomfortable than they already are.” Welt argues with himself as to whether or not he should but youre so close, just mere inches away.

You stretch out your arm again, fingers just brushing against Welts before gunshots are heard.

If the crowd was bad before, now, there was truly no way of getting out now.

“No I can't- don't take them.” Welts eyes widen when you get swept back further, your face falls into one of complete horror and he feels his heart drop.

Frustrated tears were now building up.

You had no choice, you know he was trying to respect you by not grabbing you himself. Everyone on the astral express knows and respects your boundaries, but right now you didnt want to be here.

It was strange, though you dislike physical touch right now having Welt grab you or being closer to him sounded so comforting.

“WELT!” you shout and his eyes widen when he sees you crying.

“Grab me! I can't reach you so grab me! It’s ok if you do! I promise it is, you can grab onto me!” You shout, seeing him lunge forward not a second after you called out to him.

You were trying to stop your legs from moving back, staying still getting shoved, pushed, grabbed onto for leverage, you stood your ground.

Welt was much closer than before, squeezing himself though the crowd getting ready to grab you and make it out of here.

This time was the last he'd let this happen.

He wasn't going to stand this anymore. Seeing you get shoved and pushed when you were already this scared.

Another particularly hard shove makes you stumble and lose your footing, you feel yourself slip before you can steady yourself but you never hit the ground.

Welts hand wraps itself gently around your bicep and pulls you close. His other arm barricades you into him as he tries his best to prevent anyone else from bumping into you.

His taller frame didn’t get swept away as easily as you did so he managed to hold his ground. Though it was still tough to force his way out, after what felt like hours he had managed to make it out of the crowd with you.

The gunshots were still going off, the yelling and screaming making everything, the whole situation way down on you.

If you’d only kept your mouth shut, only listened and took your time this never would’ve happened.

Welts legs didn’t stop moving, he still had a firm hold on your arm as he kept you in front of him as he made his way back to where the astral express could pick you both up.

After what felt like ten minutes of walking, Welt stopped and looked around, finding a small deserted area a good place to stay for a bit.

He makes his way to the small bench by the wall with you near, his hand reaching for his phone but stops when he feels your shaking arm intensify a bit.

He looks down at you and notices just how harsh the crowd was on you. Your sleeves were missing from your shirt from being practically thrown around pulled and pushed.

“Hey, hey y/n are you hurt? Are you ok?” He asks, moving back so you can sit on the bench so he can see if you were bleeding anywhere. Feeling the corners of his mouth tug downward when you look up at him with misty eyes.

“I- I’m ok. I just didn’t think it- it would turn out this way.” You stutter, looking back down at your arms laid on your lap, feeling your lips start to tremble.

“Everyone was just so close, I couldn’t stand it.” You shiver a bit, the cool air and memories were making you squirm. “I couldn't reach you. I’m so- I’m sorry I made this whole mess happen. I didn't mean to worry you.” You suck in a deep breath, you didn’t want to cry over this. It wasn’t their fault you felt that way about touching it being close to others. Everyone, including Welt and you were in a panic.

“You don’t need to apologize to me y/n you did nothing wrong.” You feel his hand gently let your arm go, strangely you didn’t even feel it on you. You had forgotten he grabbed you until he let go.

“It’s understandable why you are shaken up and nothing is wrong with that ok? It’s understandable to be uncomfortable in these situations, especially if you don’t like it in the first place. You did nothing wrong, this was out of both your control and my own.” He assures you, voice much softer than earlier.

“Here, if you’d like you can put this on for now. Your sleeves are missing and it’s cold, I wouldn’t want you getting sick too after this.” He shrugs off his coat, sitting next to you on the bench while putting it over your shoulders, being careful as he did so. You’ve taken too much already today he knows you need time to recuperate.

Your fingers clutch the fabric over you, pulling it closer to your skin. The familiar comforting scent makes you calm down a bit more.

“Thank you for saving me, for grabbing hold of me and for being considerate even in a dire situation like that. You didn’t have to wait for me to give you the ok, you could’ve grabbed onto me before but the fact you did makes me feel safer than I do with anyone else Welt, I appreciate it.” You send him a wobbly smile, letting out a long breath, feeling like you can finally breathe now that you’re both safe.

He can only offer you a soft smile back and a nod of his head in return. The smile you gave him and the genuine appreciation in your tone made him feel warm even though his coat was off. Right now at this moment he couldn't be more relieved that you’re safe to see you smile though he knows it’s affecting you more than you’re letting on.

He feels his phone buzz and sees a message from Himeko.

“How’s everything down there?”

He clicks her contact and dials her number, deciding to call and explain what exactly happened.

“No no, I’m ok, so is y/n they’re right here-“

His voice cuts off when he feels the weight of your head lean over on his shoulder, you fell asleep.

“Is everything ok?” Himeko asks and Welt clears his throat, slowly adjusting his glasses as he does so as to not wake you.

“Yes, everything is fine. They’re sleeping right now. They had a long day, I think it’s best we give them some time off when we get back up.” Welt smiles as Himeko hums in agreement .

“Well of course after all today was hard for them from what you’ve told me. We’ll give them as much time as they need. Now, we’ll be there right now to get you both, sit tight.” Himeko tell’s Welt before handing up.

Welt gently leans back into the bench and looks back down at you leaning on his shoulder. Smiling to himself seeing you look at peace for the first time this whole day.

“Get rest, we’ll be home soon.” He whispers as you subconsciously wrap his coat tighter around your frame.

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authors note: helloo loves!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و I finally wrote for this handsome man AHHHH welt, blade and yuan jing all have my heart in starrail but something about welt makes me- O-o HDHDHDSH GO CRAZY LOL I’ve been wanting to write this so a while now, this is something I personally struggle with as well so I thought I’d be ok to write it out to help idk lol it’s been getting kinda bad lately so it’s just a way to help me somehow if that makes any sense? ended it on a lighter note bc I need to give y’all a break with the angst hehe but I hope you enjoy! please take care and stay safe! ^~^<3 (also this is not proofread ahh so apologies for any errors!!)

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jasontoddsmommyissues · 10 months

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Unsmooth Operator

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Femme!Reader

Summary: It’s summer in Hawkins and Eddie finds himself caught up on the cute girl working at the record store in the mall

Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, brief mentions of sexual content (nothing sexual actually happens), swearing, potentially lethal levels of adorableness

A/N: First of all, sorry it’s been so long since I posted my last fic. My poor little ADHD self is a slow writer, I’m afraid. But anyway, I kind of wrote this as a sort of prequel to my Henderson!Reader fic, but there’s no direct mention of Reader being related to anyone, so you can either read it as that or not. Also, special thanks to Mr. Joseph Quinn for confirming that Eddie Munson has no game.

My Master List | Ao3

It’s June in Hawkins and the summer heat has already grown practically unbearable. The shitty window A/C unit Eddie’s been using has finally crapped out, and in the heat of the day the trailer is approximately the temperature of the sun. Mercifully, he’s found a sweet, air conditioned refuge in the newly built Starcourt mall, a temple to 20th century decadence and consumerism that also happens to be a very pleasant temperature inside.

Jeff and Gareth are tagging along today, which is fun except for the quick pit stop they had to make at the homegoods store so Gareth could pick up some new linens for his mom. They’ve finished that now, though, and Eddie’s already got their next destination in mind.

“I’m gonna do it”, Gareth insists as they go, “I’m gonna get a tattoo.”

“Your mom would kill you”, Jeff replies.”remember when she caught you smoking? I thought she wasn’t going to let us see you ever again after that.”

“It’s different now”, Gareth tells him, “I’m 16. I’m gonna be a junior. It’s time I make my own choices, you know?”

“Good luck with that”, Jeff laughs.

“Let’s hit the record store next”, Eddie cuts in, “I want to pick up the new Bob Dylan album for Wayne.”

“More like you wanna see the cute girl working the register”, Jeff teases.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Eddie retorts, desperately hoping his cheeks aren’t actually turning as red as he thinks they are.

In truth, he does have an ulterior motive for wanting to go to the record store, and it is you. You’ve been going to Hawkins High for the past three years, but admittedly Eddie had never really been more than vaguely aware of your existence until this past semester, when you two had PE together. He had this routine he’d do where he would imitate the gym teacher when the man wasn’t looking, and it never failed to elicit a giggle from you. One day Eddie noticed how cute you looked when you laughed and well, he’s been a little bit stuck on you ever since.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Gareth comments, as if it’s just that easy.

Sweet, naive Gareth. Maybe for guys like Steve Harrington it’s that easy, but Eddie isn’t Steve Harrington. Gareth wasn’t there for Eddie’s early high school days. He wasn’t there during Eddie’s sophomore year when two hot juniors decided to prank him by convincing him their cheerleader friend was “super into him” or his junior year when he invited that girl from drama club to join Hellfire and she laughed out loud at him. Most girls don’t even want to be seen with Eddie “the Freak” Munson, let alone date him.

“Jeff’s talking out of his ass”, Eddie lies, “come on, let’s go.”

You are, of course, there at the counter when they walk in, and oh God, is that an Iron Maiden shirt you’re wearing? Fuck, as if he couldn’t be more into you.

“Um, Eddie, you good dude?” Gareth asks him and he realizes he’s stopped right there in the entrance of the store, just staring at you. He quickly turns away and walks the rest of the way into the store, thankful that you’re currently checking out a customer and probably didn’t notice him ogling you like a total weirdo.

Admittedly, this may not have been a good idea, at least if he wants to convince Jeff and Gareth he’s not into you. He quickly grabs a Bob Dylan tape and starts making for the door, desperate to just get out of there and spare himself anymore humiliation.

“Um, you gonna pay for that?” Jeff asks and fuck. He’s shoplifted before but he’s not interested in getting barred from the record store, so he’s not gonna risk it today.

“Right”, he mutters and then he forces himself to go up to the counter.

He feels like his heart is going to explode in his chest when he walks up and you flash him that brilliant smile of yours.

“Hi, Eddie”, you greet and his eyes grow wide because you know his name. Well, obviously you did, you had a class together, but it just sounds so good coming from your mouth that he momentarily ceases to function.

“Did you need help with something?” you ask after a moment.

“What?” Eddie asks, “oh no. Just um, just this.”

He sets the tape on the counter and you grab it to ring it up.

“Dylan”, you comment as you do, “not your usual fare.”

“It’s for my uncle”, Eddie explains, “he’s a big fan.”

“Cool”, you say, “I like your vest by the way. Dio. Nice.”

Well, that’s it. It’s over. Eddie’s done for.

“That’ll be $6.30”, you say.

“Oh, right money”, Eddie sputters and fishes a ten out of his pocket. He knows Jeff and Gareth are standing nearby, watching this all play out and probably laughing with each other about it. He’s definitely never living this down.

“You want a bag”, you ask as you finish gathering his change.

“Oh, I um, I guess”, he replies, not actually processing the question. You hand him his change, then place the tape in a bag and slide it over to him. He goes to grab it, and because he’s not at all paying attention to anything but you, inadvertently sends the display of Beach Boy tapes sitting on the counter tumbling to the floor.

“Oh shit”, he hisses, “oh fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay”, you reply, coming around the counter, “I keep telling Doug he shouldn’t put that stuff so close to the register.”

You bend down to start picking up the tapes and years worth of Wayne’s lectures on behaving like a gentleman come flooding back to Eddie, so he quickly follows suit.

“Let me help you”, he says.

“Thanks”, you say and you’re smiling again and Eddie kind of wants to die.

With the two of you, it doesn’t take long to get everything cleaned up and back in order.

“I’m really sorry”, Eddie says again as you make your way back behind the counter, and then before he can stop himself, he blurts, “maybe I could make it up to you somehow?”

“What?” you ask, clearly unsure of what he means.

“I mean like, maybe I could buy you a-a coffee or something sometime”, he stammers.

You peer at him for a moment, and he braces for the inevitable rejection he’s about to endure.

“I like ice cream”, you say, “if you meet me here at 3 tomorrow, you can buy me some ice cream and we’ll call it even.”

Maybe Eddie’s already dead and this is heaven. That or he’s being punked somehow. Either way, he stands there like an idiot for a second, trying to process that you just suggested the two of you meet for ice cream.

“Um okay”, he says.

“Cool”, you grin, “see you then.”

“Right”, he says, “see you then.”

And then he’s swiping his bag from the counter and stiffly making his way back to Jeff and Gareth, his body still trapped in a state of shock.

“So”, Jeff prompts, “what was all that?”

“I um, I think I’m meeting her for ice cream tomorrow”, Eddie informs them.

The two younger boys exchange glances, mouths stretching into a matching pair of shit eating grins.

“Talking out of my ass, huh?” Jeff teases.

“Shut up”, Eddie snaps, “I’m just being polite okay? It’s not like a date or anything.”

“Sure it isn’t”, Gareth replies smugly.

“Whatever”, Eddie huffs and the others know not to continue the conversation, even if they spend the rest of the afternoon exchanging amused glances at each other.

Eddie waits until he’s back at the trailer to let everything sink in. When it does, he feels a vague sense of panic washing over him.

Embarrassing as it is, Eddie’s never had a real, serious girlfriend before. Hell, aside from a brief flirtation with Tammy Thompson that ended in a very awkward hand job in the school parking lot, he’s never really had any experience with girls (or boys for that matter) at all. And Tammy was the one that initiated that. He wasn’t even really into her, he was just desperate for some sort of female attention.

You, though, he is into you. Very, very much into you. And he has no idea what the hell he’s supposed to do or say. He finally, finally has a chance to go out with his dream girl, and he’s almost certainly going to say something wrong and scare you off like pretty much everyone he’s ever been into.

He wonders what the weather in Wisconsin is like this time of year, because he’s halfway to hopping in his van and heading there now, never to be seen or heard from in Hawkins, Indiana again.

Then again, maybe he’s over thinking it. It’s not like the word “date” ever came up in your conversation. Maybe this really is just him paying you back for his clumsiness, and afterwards you won’t even spare him a second thought. In the end, he figures that whatever the case, he’s not just going to leave you high and dry, so he has no choice but to go.

Eddie shows up outside the record store at 2:45 the next day. He stands there awkwardly, fiddling with his rings and secretly hoping that you don’t show up and he doesn’t have to deal with all of this.

No such luck though, you appear exactly at 3, looking as cute as ever in your jean skirt.

“Hey”, you greet and Eddie momentarily forgets how to speak.

“Hey”, he repeats, unable to formulate a coherent enough thought to do anything but copy your greeting.

“You ready to go?” you ask and he nods.

The record store is a fair bit away from Scoops Ahoy, and for probably the first time in his life, Eddie finds himself unsure of what exactly to say. Thankfully, you take the lead.

“So, have you heard Megadeth’s album?” you ask, “I got it the first day it came out and I love it.”

“Me too”, Eddie says, and he can feel himself being knocked out of his stupor then, “you know, my friends and I have a metal band.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah”, he tells you, “we perform Wednesdays at the Hideout, if you ever want to come see us.”

“I’ll keep that in mind”, you smile and Eddie thinks his heart momentarily stops.

Walking into Scoops Ahoy with you by his side is an almost unreal experience. You and him go up to the counter and Steve Harrington is there in his little sailor suit that Eddie almost feels sorry that he’s forced to wear.

“Hey Steve”, you greet.

“Hey Y/N”, Steve replies, and then he notices that Eddie’s with you and he gets this super confused look on his face.

“So, uh, get whatever you want I guess”, Eddie says.

Once you two have ordered and gotten your ice cream, you eat it while idly wandering around the mall, just chatting about anything and everything. Eddie, as always, is frequently cracking jokes, and God is it mesmerizing to see the way you laugh in response.

It’s quite the disappointment when you’re finishing your ice cream and you’re bidding him farewell.

He knows he has to at least try to see you again so he tests the waters with a quick “that was fun, we should do it again sometime.”

“I’d like that”, you smile.

“Awesome”, he replies.

“Here”, you say, rooting around in your purse, “give me your hand.”

He obliges, and you produce a pen, which you use to scribble something onto his outstretched hand.

“What’s this?” he asks.

“My number”, you reply, “call me tonight or tomorrow?”

“Sure”, he tells you.

“Great”, you say, “I’ll see you, Eddie.”

“See you”, he says, hoping he doesn’t sound as absolutely lovesick to you as he does to himself.

You flash him one final smile before departing, and he just stands there awkwardly for a second, watching as you go. Once you’ve disappeared from sight and he’s snapped out of his trance, he peers down at the numbers you’d scrawled onto his hand. He has to remind himself that it’d be weird to get them tattooed onto himself permanently. He can’t believe that it worked. You went on a date with him, in public, and didn’t care if you were seen together. You laughed at his jokes. You gave him his number and asked to see him again. You liked him.

The trailer is as unbearably hot as ever when he returns, but for once, he doesn’t care. He’s too excited to call you later and hopefully set up another date.

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silverynight · 8 months

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Cuddles

Megumi is NOT upset just because Gojo decided to join their movie night for some reason and sat right next to Itadori. He definitely hadn't been thinking about it the whole day or talked to Kugisaki and convinced her to leave him that spot to him.

Right next to him, Kugisaki lips are constantly quirking up even though there's nothing funny happening in the movie at the moment. She's enjoying his suffering, the traitor.

Itadori is making comments about the movie; Kugisaki sometimes gets irritated about it because it draws everyone's attention away from the actual movie. Megumi, on the contrary, loves to hear Itadori talk when he gets enthusiastic about something because he has it bad for him.

But right now Itadori is talking and Megumi can't see his face because he's being shadowed by the ridiculous tower that is Gojo Satoru.

He tries not to get irritated and actually focus on the movie when he realizes, after a couple of minutes that everything has gotten oddly quiet (if he doesn't count the sound coming from the TV).

"What happened?" Kugisaki asks before he can say anything.

"He fell asleep," Gojo smiles, turning around and moving one of his arms away to reveal a very much asleep Itadori, all wrapped around their teacher.

Megumi's eye doesn't twitch, he doesn't feel the need to move Gojo away to take his place. He's not jealous at all.

"He's cute," Kugisaki comments, not noticing the way Megumi's hands close into fists. "I didn't know he turned into a needy koala when asleep."

He tries to calm himself down because he's not possessive, has never been, at least not before he met Itadori.

"That's because he doesn't fall asleep just anywhere, unless he's exhausted," Gojo explains. And Megumi remembers that their teacher spent months with Itadori alone because he was hiding the fact that the boy came back to life. "That's why he has so many pillows in his bedroom."

Megumi has noticed that as well.

"That's a scary face you're doing right now, Megumi," Gojo chuckles. "Ah. Do you want to sit here? He'll cuddle anything you know... So you just have to take my place..."

Yes, yes, yes. He wants that. He wants to feel Itadori wrapped around him.

Kugisaki is trying very hard not to laugh; none of them are paying attention to the movie now.

"But you have to ask for it," Gojo grins mischievously. "In a very nice way. Make sure to mention how incredible I am."

Megumi looks away, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm just here to watch the movie," he huffs, even though he's internally yelling at himself to give in, to give Gojo what he wants so he can have Itadori to himself for once.

"Whatever you say," Gojo shrugs with a knowing smile. He puts a hand on Itadori's back and the boy snuggles closer to him.

Megumi's eye twitches again.

A couple of minutes later, in which he doesn't watch the movie at all, he notices Gojo moving.

"I have to go. Nobara, take my place. We can't leave Yuuji without anything to hug," he says.

"Of course," Kugisaki nods, smiling after glancing briefly at Megumi like the traitor she is.

It takes a couple of seconds; Gojo detaches himself without waking Itadori up and Kugisaki sits next to the boy who immediately puts his arms around her waist and his head over her shoulder.

Megumi is not jealous at all.

When Gojo walks away, Megumi turns towards her and notices she's running her fingers through Itadori's hair.

"His hair is really soft you know..."

"Kugisaki, please," Megumi pleads, giving in.

"Wow. You really are desperate, Fushiguro."

"Kugisaki..."

"Why don't you tell him how you feel? Then you could have him cuddle you when he's awake."

Megumi blushes to the tip of his ears, staring at Itadori's peaceful face as he leans closer to Kugisaki.

"He'll laugh at me," he mumbles, feeling miserable out of the sudden.

"He would never," Kugisaki says, almost fiercely. "He's an idiot, but his heart is made of gold; he'd never laugh at anyone for something like that."

"You're right," Megumi concedes. "But he doesn't feel the same."

"You don't know that!"

"I don't want to scare him off. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Kugisaki sighs, rolls her eyes and starts moving Itadori's hands away carefully.

"Come here. I want to go back to my room now anyway..."

"Thank you," Megumi mouths. He doesn't want to risk waking Itadori up.

"Whatever... Enjoy."

Itadori frowns for a moment, but relaxes as soon as he feels Megumi next to him. He mumbles something unintelligible and puts his arms around the other boy. Blushing to the tip of his ears, but feeling incredibly happy, Megumi lifts his left hand so Itadori can move closer and rest his head on his chest.

However, because he's Megumi and the universe hates him, Itadori moves, groans and his eyes blink open.

"Did I fall asleep all over you? Sorry!" Itadori giggles, cheeks turning slightly pink as he pulls away. He starts rubbing the back of his neck before he adds: "Where are the others?"

"Probably in their rooms..." Megumi says, trying not to look disappointed as he screams internally.

"Well, I think I should go to my bedroom as well," Itadori says as Megumi notices that his hair is an adorable, pink mess all over his head.

"Don't you want to watch the rest of the movie? We can watch another if you want..."

"No, I'll probably fall asleep over you again," Itadori mumbles with a smile.

That's the point. But Megumi doesn't say that out loud, only nods, watching as the other boy walks out of the living room.

When he's sure he's completely alone, Megumi covers his face with both hands and groans in frustration.

***

Itadori doesn't notice that Megumi is constantly sitting next to him; the others do, but other than smirking at him with a knowing look written all over their faces, they don't make any comments on it.

Which Megumi appreciates. However, his frustration grows within each day after he realizes Itadori is being more careful now and goes back to his room as soon as he feels he's about to fall asleep.

"Sorry, I don't think I'll be able to watch anything else," he yawns.

"Really? We can watch one of those Jennifer Lawrence's movies," Megumi offers, prompting Kugisaki to quirk up a brow at him. He doesn't like Lawrence at all (and he knows exactly why) but he's kinda desperate at this point.

"I can't," Itadori shakes his head. "I'll see you in the morning!"

"A Jennifer Lawrence's movie?" Kugisaki chuckles as soon as Itadori is gone. "You have it so bad, Fushiguro."

"Shut up, Kugisaki."

***

They're looking at the stars outside Megumi's room this time; they're sitting next to each other alone and Megumi is so aware of Itadori's warm presence next to him he finds it difficult not to look back at him instead.

When he hears Itadori yawn, Megumi almost panics because it means their time together is coming to an end.

"Well, I better go back to–"

"Cuddle me," Megumi blurts out, surprising even himself.

"What?"

"Would you cuddle me, please?" Megumi asks, this time staring right at a very flustered Itadori.

"I thought you didn't like that sort of t-thing," Itadori stammers, instead of actually answering the question. At least he looks very much awake now.

"It's alright when it's you," Megumi mumbles, which is honestly very close to a confession.

Itadori grins then, it's one of those smiles that makes his eyes glimmer with happiness, one of those expressions Megumi loves so much. Then, he leans and puts his arms around him.

"Thank you," he sighs, content. Closing his eyes, he wonders if he should... if this is the opportunity he needed to tell Itadori the truth. "Itadori, I–"

"It's alright, Fushiguro," Itadori cuts him off, still grinning. "You can ask for this whenever you want. That's what friends are for anyway."

Right. Friends. It hurts, just a little bit. But it's alright, Megumi is happy like this. He'll take whatever Itadori wants to give him, even if it's just friendship.

He kisses the top of Itadori's head when he realizes the boy has fallen asleep.

He can live like this.

***

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#they're idiots in love #itafushi #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #kugisaki nobara #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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Purple Petals of Velaris

Ever wonder what it would be like if Rhysand had another younger sister, one who had not even been able to fly the day his mother and sister got killed? A baby who got spared by Tamlin who could not find it in himself to kill a such a young soul who looked up at him and gave him a toothless smile. So before his father and brothers could find the youngest child of the night, he hid her away, giving her a sweet flower to suckle on so she's keep quiet, walking over to his brothers and father, trying to avoid stepping in the pool of blood on the floor, saying that their job is done.

His father took the heads of the two women, putting them into a box which were then sent down a river towards the nearest camp while cutting their illryian wings off to keep as a trophy. However, one of Tamlin's brothers remembered that there was a third child of the night court. They began asking Tamlin where that child would be, to which Tamlin faked his lack of knowledge. However, before they could go and search, they picked up on distant shouts coming from the illyrian camp a few miles away.

The high lord of the Spring court saw no desperate need to kill a baby, much less a female baby who doesn't hold that strong of a threat to his power over the urgency to leave the night court before they are found. So he left. When Illryian soldiers flew along the river they saw no signs of the bastards who sent them the heads of their high lord's lady and child. Nothing apart from the remains of their bodies and the blood soaked snow.

Rhysand did not know what to feel yet he felt so much at the same time when he was told of the murder. His father was in an even worse state. Did not help that no one knew what happened to the baby. So when his father came to him, telling him of his plan to kill Tamlin's family. Rhysand did little to think twice and joined him.

Only to come back as the new high lord of the night court.

He had winnowed into his room, his chest heaving. He did not get even a wink of sleep that night. His mind was far to busy going on with what happened over the course of a few hours to even think of laying down on his bed. As the sun began to rise, he sat on the rooftop of his home. The home he now owned. There was this anxiety sitting right on top of his chest that he couldn't get rid of no matter how much he drank.

He was lucky that only Cassian and Azriel were the ones to see him in such a state first. The night court right now was vulnerable since Rhysand had yet to prove to everyone that he was a worthy high lord. If anyone, especially the spies of the other courts that would always be there, saw him like this right now, Cassian only shuddered at the thought.

So Cassian walked his friend downstairs to either sleep off the alcohol or wait it out. Anything just not out in the open. Azriel followed close behind, holding a bundle of a blanket in his hands.

Rhysand woke the next afternoon with probably the worst hangover he had ever experienced. Though his two friends had stayed with him the night and were there when he woke up, helping him ease off his headache.

"Rhys, about you're sister-" Azriel started but Rhysand cut him off.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Cassian stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder. "The baby Rhys, he's talking about the baby."

Rhysand looked at him then at Azriel. No one knew where his baby sister was after the murder that yesterday. His father had sent out soldiers of all sorts to find her but no one could. When Rhysand went to the Spring Court last night, he had killed Tamlin's brothers but also had been looking for his baby sister, to see if they had taken her. However, she was nowhere to be seen or scented.

Azriel started again. "We found her last night-"

Rhysand's eyes widened, his body tensed as he quickly walked over to Azriel. "Is she... She's not..?"

"Alive. Rhys, she is alive. She's in her room right now." Cassian told him.

He did not waste a second longer to winnow to the child's room. He opened the door, immediately looking over the cot. He let out a breath he hadn't even realised he was holding when he saw her, playing with purple petals of a flower in her small hands.

"Oh, mother.." He fell to his knees, his hands on the edge of the cot as he sobbed. He had been so sure that he had lost all of his family. All within the span of a few hours but there she was. The most vulnerable of his family, the youngest and weakest, she had survived to stay with him. He isn't alone. He'd never be alone.

He would never lose her. Not in the way he lost his mother and sister, not in any way. He'd never let it happen.

He heard her squeal and coo over his tears. Wiping his wet cheeks, he stood back up. Looking at her again before picking her up. She babbles and reaches out to touch his face, the petals that were in her hands fell to the floor. Putting his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes as more tears fell. The baby simply put her little hands on his face, fingers feeling his stubble, brows furrowing at the feeling. She doesn't know what happened, too young to realise her entire family is gone. Too young to realise she only has her older brother left to rely on.

But that does not matter. He swears to keep her safe. He'll raise her. He'll protect her. He'll do it at any cost, but she can not leave him. She can't leave him in this cruel world alone.

Should I turn this into a fic?

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #rhys acotar #high lord rhysand #cassian #acosf #azriel #rhysand's sister #new fic #night court #spring court #tamlin #tamlin acotar

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gumnut-logic · 3 months

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I need to tell you something (Bit 2)

Bit 1 | Bit 2

Here is a little more of this fic....which is growing in my head as we speak because apparently I need to turn tiny little prompt fics into bigger ones with more plot needed ::rolls eyes:: But anyway, here be fic :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the read through and the plot cackling :D

I hope you enjoy this Virgil whump and Scott's pissed off POV.

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Some people were just tedious.

Scott Tracy, Commander of International Rescue, President of Tracy Industries, billionaire extraordinaire was currently attending to an earthquake and saving lives.

Scott Tracy, guy who just wanted to do his job and save those lives, was currently being held up by some prissy business man whose Audi was blocked from leaving the scene by one of One’s landing struts.

Apparently the guy had a meeting.

A very urgent meeting.

That had nothing to do with the lives Scott had been interrupted from saving.

John was, no doubt, calculating how many keystrokes it would take to destroy this man’s priorities. Which meant Scott would also have to talk down his space brother after debrief tonight.

Scott saw through John’s calm exterior. His brother had a vindictive streak.

“I am sorry, sir, but this is an emergency.”

“So is my meeting! I’m losing money as we speak!”

Scott couldn’t find the energy to care.

The thing that was really pissing him off, though, was the GDF operative who was standing next to him…and doing absolutely nothing! Can’t even manage crowd control.

Maybe he’d let John do the nasty he had been begging to do for years.

No, Scott had to be realistic. John had likely been doing the nasty to whoever he pleased, just under the table so his big brother wouldn’t notice.

Or could at least pretend to not notice certain company collapses.

Which reminded him. John, really should step back from castrating Lemaire. He was getting a little towards the visible side of things.

But then John did have a temper.

And so did Scott.

“Sir, I really don’t care. You are wasting my time and I need to get back to saving lives.”

“It would only take you a minute to-“

“I don’t care. Do I need to repeat myself?” The GDF guy arched an eyebrow and seemed amused?

“Scott?”

Virgil’s voice spread calm just by hearing it. Scott could do this without killing anyone, he really could.

He turned to find his brother behind him.

That wasn’t where he was supposed to be…

“Virgil? What? You’re supposed to be on the east side.”

“I know.” Virgil looked down. “But I have to tell you something.”

“Excuse me, Commander, but you still need to move your craft.”

He turned to glare at the man. “What is it, Thunderbird Two?” Remember who you are talking to.

Virgil didn’t answer.

Scott turned back to his brother, his frown switching from glare to concern. He reached out a hand and touched Virgil’s shoulder. The man was almost hunched.

Somewhere in the back of Scott’s brain, alarm bells started ringing. “Virgil, are you okay?”

His brother looked up and Scott cursed the helmets they were wearing. It was hard to see…

Virgil mumbled something and visibly swayed.

“Virgil!” Scott grabbed at his little brother. “What the-?”

“I’ve been shot.” His brother folded.

Scott struggled to catch him, desperate to prevent a nasty impact with the ground. “Virgil!”

But his brother’s eyes were closing.

“Thunderbird Five, Virgil is down. I need vital stats now!” Shot. Virgil said he had been shot. Scott eyed his brother’s body. Dirt, dust, but no sign of obvious injury.

Five pinged Scott’s wrist control and Virgil’s stats. Moments ago, they had been stable…now.

Scott cursed and yanked out his mediscanner, waving it sharply over his prone brother.

Goddamnit.

He gently rolled his brother onto his side.

Blood dripped from a tiny hole in Virgil’s uniform and joined the puddle in the dirt.

“John, I need Thunderbird Two over here now!”

As Scott yanked out padding from his portable medkit and cut a bigger hole in his brother’s uniform to stuff it into, he heard Two roar to life from the other side of the danger zone. She rose and rumbled across the landscape, setting down smoothly beside her sister ship.

There was sudden profanity from the man who had complained about One’s parking.

Scott cared even less on what his thoughts were about Two.

But as he lifted his bleeding brother into his arms and hurried to Two’s waiting elevator, he couldn’t help but notice that the Audi was considerably flatter under one of Two’s landing struts.

Vindictive, definitely.

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TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #nuttyfic

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deaddovedecadence · 1 year

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Sweetheart Snowflake

Warning(s): kidnapping, negative self talk, dabi being creepy

Request(s): None

Set in SAFITS universe

Summery: The kidnapping/adoption of the newest todoroki sibling

It’s monday, or bento box day as you think of it in your head, and you’re tired. Not just tired but exhaughted, the feeling slipping into your skin and burying itself into your bones. You didn’t really sleep last night, kept up the nagging voices in your head, the ones constantly saying that you aren’t good enough for anyone, especially Todoroki-Sensei who gives you so much for no reason at all.

Even though you take so much from her, every day, her energy, her attention, her time, you keep going back. Sensei is so kind and it’s hard to remember how much of a burden you are when she’s eagerly drawing you into conversation and laughing lightly when you say something that amuses her.

Somehow you’ve managed to get yourself all the way to her classroom while thinking about this conundrum you have; being a good person and letting her live her life or getting the validation you so desperately crave when you’re tired like this. Ultimately the need for affection wins out. Her door is closed so one of her siblings is probably here but the one time you left when the door was closed, it opened before you back down the hall with Fuyumi yelling for you, so you knock.

The flies open immediately and you’re greeted by Touya and his rbf. “Hey kid, is it Monday again?” You nod, slipping past him to get to Fuyumi sitting on the floor, reading to herself. An unopened Bento rests besides her, a warm feeling builds up in your chest.

“Good afternoon Todoroki-Sensei, how are you?” She looks up, smile spreading across her face like frost. “hey snowflake, how are you?” You give a half shrug, the universal symbol for not the best but okay.

Her smile turns into a frown and she pats the spot next to her. “Come eat and tell me what the problem is.” you’re hyper aware of Touya’s fire-bright eyes following you as you go to sit down. Sensei half pulls you onto her lap, giving you the bento. “eat and tell me what’s got you so upset.”

You try to shake your head at her, because there’s nothing wrong with you that she needs to worry about, but touya grabs your chin with his too-hot fingers before you can. His eyes are cruel and amused, more predator then human

“Come one, tell Yumi what’s wrong?” He coos almost mockingly, but it’s enough to break the damn. “I don’t want to be a burden to you,” you murmur softly, praying that she doesn’t hear you. The air becomes icy cold in an instant, and Todoroki-Sensei stays perfectly still.

“You fucked up,” Touya whispers joyfully, leaning back to watch. There’s a silence, sharp and anxious for a time before Sensei looks directly at you. “Come here snowflake,” she says softly. You obey, all immediately, resettling yourself in her lap, closer now, without any hesitation. She pulls you to her chest, whispering softly, “You can never be a burden to me, never ever. I promise you that.”

Another hand joins Fuyumi’s cold ones, a little but rougher but still gentle. “You are invited here, so why the fuck wouldn’t we want you here.” They make it sound so simple but it isn’t. It isn’t simple at all.

“I think you were right Touy<“ Fuyumi murmurs, “we shouldn’t have left the snowflake alone for so long, but let’s get that rectified. Knock ‘em out.”

You thrash in a panic but Sensei is strong, stronger then you would have ever thought she;d be and suddenly, there’s the pierce of a needle and your out.

The last thing you see is Fuyumi’s smiling face.

#todoroki fuyumi #fuyumi todoroki #mha touya #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #dabi #yandere dabi #yandere platonic #todoroki family #yandere x reader #platonic reader #platonic yandere #platonic yanderes #SAFITS #yandere #bnha #welcome home snowflake

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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year

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First glance

Summary: One look is all it takes.

Pairing: Maya Bishop x female!reader

Warnings: medical things that I know nothing about, also firefighter things I don’t know anything about

Word count: 937

a/n: first Maya fic!! please be aware that I am the biggest Marina fan

“Male, 35, GSW on his abdomen, unconscious at the scene but woke up in the ambulance.” Ben shouts outs as he and two doctors wheel the gurney inside the hospital.

“What happened?” Y/N asks, staying outside, though ready to go in if extra hands were needed.

“Attempted break in, homeowner shot him.” Andy explains, pushing the ambulance doors shut.

Humming, Y/N glances towards the road. “Is there anyone else coming in?” Andy shakes her head with a slight smile. “Boring.” She cringes instantly after the word leaves her mouth. “I hear what I said.”

Andy laughing pulls Maya’s attention away from the wheel. She opens the door and turns her head towards them, her eyes widening the moment she notices Y/N.

“Quiet day, huh, Doctor Y/L/N? Want me to bump my head into something so you get something to do?”

“Please, Andy, I’m so bored.” She groans, looking at the lieutenant with desperation in her eyes. “I need brains to poke.”

Shaking her head, Andy smiles. As she opens her mouth to answer, Ben walks out of the hospital. “Lets go Herrera and Warren.” Maya shouts out, closing the driver’s seat door.

“Sorry Y/N, I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yep! I’ll be at Joe’s today if you want to join me.” Y/N smiles and starts backing away from the aid car. “Warren! The lack of date nights you and Bailey have is starting to affect the rest of us. Fix it.” She half playfully commands with a slight smirk and one of her brows raised.

“Copy that Y/L/N.” Ben chuckles before climbing to the back of the car.

“Who was that you were talking to?” Maya asks, her eyes locked on to the road to seem as nonchalant as possible.

“Dr Y/N Y/L/N, a neurosurgeon, also a friend of mine.”

“Huh.”

Andy looks at the side of Maya’s face with furrowed brows. “Why?” The blonde shrugs, making Andy gasp. “You’re interested in her!”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to. If you want to, I can totally set you two up. She’s single.” She wiggles her brows with a giddy smile, always happy to play matchmaker to her two closest friends. “Ooh this is so exciting!” Clapping her hands together, Andy celebrates the revelation and takes her phone out to start texting.

“Andy, no. Do not set me up with her, you hear me?”

With a grin, Andy turns to look at Maya. “She’ll be at Joe’s this evening if you want to accidentally bump into her there.”

“I won’t.”

“Okay.” Andy grins.

“You’re interested in Doctor Y/L/N?” Ben pipes up from the back, having heard the entire conversation.

Maya lets out a short breath. “I am not interested in anyone, I don’t have time for that.”

“You had time for Jack.” Andy mumbles, which makes Ben let out a quiet oooh sound.

“Okay, first of all, that wasn’t a thing. We had fun for a short time, I didn’t get engaged to him.”

“Okay, now.” Andy points a finger towards a slightly grinning Maya. “That was uncalled for. That- I was a different person back then.” There wasn’t any tension between them, they were able to tease each other about these things now. “Just go see her, I think you two would like each other.”

Maya groans, pacing in front of Joe’s door. She isn’t sure if she should go in, and the fight inside her head isn’t helping her at all. She wasn’t going to go there, but she happened to walk past the bar and started wondering what would happen if she does go.

Pulling her shoulders back to straighten her back, Maya grips the handle and opens the door, stepping inside.

As she walks to the bar top, her eyes wonder around the room, looking for the one she is there for. She notices Y/N sitting at a small table near the dart board.

Clearing her throat, Maya orders a drink and walks over to her. “Hey, you’re Doctor Y/L/N, right? Andy’s friend.”

“Hi!” A bright smile appears to her face as she turns to look at Maya. “I am, and you’re Captain Bishop. Wanna sit down?”

Maya nods with a grin before sitting down opposite of her. ”Andy speaks very highly of you. How long have you known each other?”

“Does she now?” Y/N giggles. “I met her when I was in med school, so, for a long time. Now tell me, in what context have you two been talking about me?”

With a chuckle, Maya tilts her head. “In good context.”

“Ooh, that’s not gonna be enough.”

“Maybe I’ll keep it to myself for now, I don’t want you walking away just yet.”

“Using my nosiness against me, I like it.” She smirks, taking a sip of her drink. “Is this one of your captain moves?”

Maya shrugs. “I could show you my captain moves, if you’d like to come home with me.” She leans her elbows to the table so she could be closer to Y/N. There’s a constant sly smile on her face as she stares at Y/N, studying her expression.

“Well, I can’t say no to Captain Maya Bishop, can I? However, I don’t do things once and then run away.”

“I’ll take you to dinner.”

“Lovely.” Y/N smiles and lets the rest of her drink slide down her throat before standing up. “Lets go then.” She gives her hand for Maya to grab, which she does as she leads them out of the bar.

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what's your opinion on the episode Ikari Gozen?

"Ikari Gozen" is kind of...confused.

It's important because it introduces Ryuko and starts Kagami and Marinette's actual friendship, but the road there is rocky and has some odd forks.

They have Kagami who, going behind her mother's back, desperately wants to make new friends and is determined to make it work with "Adrien's weird friend" (seriously the dialogue makes it out like they've met like one time or something, so odd).

They have Marinette joining the contest to meet Adrien (despite seeing him every day...?) and deciding to sabotage herself because she was paired with Kagami and doesn't want her to meet up with Adrien (despite Kagami seeing him every fencing class...?).

They have Kagami-Ryuko being over confident and jumping into the fight, outing her identity immediately, not listening to Longg's explanation, and messing up Ladybug's plan only to fail and get Chat Noir captured.

Aaaaand they have Tomoe being overbearing, refusing to let Kagami participate in the game with no real explanation as for why except that "friends can disappoint you" (???).

That's a lot going on that maybe could've worked if they intertwined these different elements but instead it reads like two separate episodes running into each other: The Contest and then the Akuma. Marinette and Kagami's misunderstanding has nothing to do with what happens as Ladybug and Ryuko and vice versa.

For one, "Ikari Gozen" comes after "Frozer", "Animaestro", and "Oni-chan", where we've seen Kagami antagonize Marinette on purpose (though not always without provocation). And now we're supposed to believe that Kagami is trying to be friends with Marinette? They really go out of their way to make it seem like Kagami was so earnest in this episode but it feels too little too late to be believable. After all but challenging Marinette in "Frozer"? After rubbing in that she's Adrien's date in Marinette's face in "Animaestro" and glaring at her for talking to Adrien in "Backwarder"? I'm not surprised that Marinette didn't see "friendship" as a possible motive for Kagami either.

But Marinette is really not likeable in this episode and for what? Again, she doesn't NEED to join this contest to spend time with Adrien, and neither does Kagami, so the whole set up is just manufactured to bring out the worst in Marinette. And she even has Alya encouraging her! Whyyyyy??? So she can look extra bad when the "truth" comes out? She could've just been stubborn and suspicious of Kagami WITHOUT the sabotage, I hate it here.

And then they try to chide Kagami for her overconfidence as Ryuko...after a whole episode of Kagami overcoming Marinette's sabotage for half an episode to the point where even with this hurdle they're about to win the contest. They boosted Kagami up, showing her being amazing and smart and then decided to smack her down for believing her own hype?

Thing is I like this flaw, of Kagami being super sure of herself and even for her being completely unable to handle failure because she's such a perfectionist that her self worth is dictated by her being an instant master. But this was never shown as a problem anywhere in the episode until she was Ryuko - and in fact was almost shown as the opposite of a problem. Kagami IS smarter than everyone else, she IS more capable: she circumvented her mother, tricked the self driving car into taking her where she wanted to go, tackled every step of the contest riddles WITH Marinette actively trying to slow her down...but now it's a problem that she doesn't listen to anyone else?

So, what if Kagami had listened to her Mother when she told her not to play the game? If she had listened to the car tell her that it only takes instructions from Tomoe? If she had listened to Marinette when Marinette gave wrong answers on purpose to the riddles? Nothing. She'd be stuck at home, she'd be losing the contest, she wouldn't have even STARTED the contest! But sure. Half way in make the message that Kagami needs to listen to others, that'll hold up. 🙄

Honestly the only thing that had any kind of resolution was Tomoe, which they at least sort of kept up in "Mr. Pigeon 72" with her at least relaxing a little, but that was nearly a footnote compared to the rest of the episode. So like. 1 Star for that I guess.

When this episode came out, I surmised that this episode was salvagable: Just have the two girls desperate to complete the contest, not just to get to see Adrien, but also to not have to be stuck together anymore. After essentially a full season of not seeing eye to eye, make this a "rivals to friends" episodes where the two girls methods are at odds.

Kagami is logical, blunt, a straight shooter, graceful. She'll handle the physical challenges with ease, like quickly fishing out the next clue from the river. Marinette is compassionate, social, kind, patient. She'll handle the friendship parts of the challenges, like pulling out Kagami's natural smile for the selfie challenge. Each girl gets to shine and impress the other just by being themselves and they grow to appreciate what the other brings to the table over the contest.

(Although it's a bit unfair since Marinette already thinks Kagami is so amazing that Adrien will instantly fall for her if she lets them be near each other, whereas Kagami already has a low opinion of Marinette, so it's not a fair and even starting point)

Could even do the opposite where they surprise each other. Marinette could see another group doing the fishing challenge but having trouble and offer to help, over Kagami's protests, but in helping the other group, both teams get done quicker. And then having Marinette obsess over getting the perfect "friend" photo to guarantee a win but have Kagami note that they need to only meet the requirements to continue on. Have Kagami be impressed by Marinette's kindness not holding her back and have Marinette be impressed by Kagami's ability to focus on the important things.

Have there be set backs - have Kagami be frustrated by Marinette's lack of focus or Marinette by Kagami's inability to listen to others. Make the problems in the contest reflect in the akuma fight. That way when Kagami skips Longg's spiel and messes up Ladybug's plan, it's more of a revelation for Kagami and becomes something she can work on. (And make Marinette have to face her own issue that you decide to make Kagami annoyed by)

So to make a long story fucking short, this episode is confusing, seems to be two halves of different stories, ignores the last season of character interaction and tries to sell you on a new dynamic between the two girls, and randomly in the middle makes a half hearted jab at one of them after showing the other in her worst form.

So I don't really like the canon episode.

#ikari gozen salt #writing salt #kagami salt #marinette salt #it is mostly the writing that I go for #ml salt #an essay by zoe

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