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#just... interesting thoughts Ive been batting around in my head for a bit
lady-jane3 · 9 months
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Any combo of the eep token dudes and a generally reserved s/o with 3? Big sucker for characters who are usually well composed losing that composure
°✧ cracks in the surface ✧°
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pairing: polyvessels x reader
warnings: nsfw & praise kink
a/n: okay this reader is not quite the s/o yet, this is like a bit of a reveal
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They were all being absolutely unbearable as a group, and it all started with one harmless little compliment from ii. I did harbor a bit of… some feeling, for each of them but ii had a particular soft spot in my heart because of how sweet he usually was. It didn’t help that I couldn’t help my reaction to his comment and that it was so visible to the others. iii had started it all off.
“Aww, look at that face… so sweet and so embarrassed, you’d think we were saying something filthy. It’s alright, love, ii only said you looked nice.” iii teased, enjoying himself a little too much.
“You look even nicer when you’re so shy that you can’t look us in the eyes.” iv added.
I huffed and rolled my eyes, still refusing to look at any of them. 
Vessel set a hand over my shoulder as he chuckled, “I don’t think it helps to tell you we all thought you look fucking amazing tonight but even better like this. How have you been hiding this secret from us, darling?”
Moving my shoulder away from him so his hand would slip off, I looked to the floor and felt my face go impossibly hotter as I answered in annoyance: “What secret?”
“That you get flustered so easily. And your reaction is adorable.” Vessel replied.
“I don’t think we’re gonna get enough of it, actually.” iii started. “I wanna see you like this all the time. So out of control when you’re usually so kept-together.”
“Guys, please! Stop messing with me.” I sighed, pouting.
I saw iv tilt his head to the side in my periphery as he questioned: “You don’t really mean that, do you? We can sense that you like it… and when you lie.”
It was so frustrating to be around them sometimes. They were as enthralling as they were onstage and definitely had gifts beyond any human’s ability, but they used it to their advantage in close proximity like this. I hated not being in complete control of myself and playing up a standoffish or confident, unbothered facade.
I couldn’t control how hot my face felt in reaction to what they were saying. All of their remarks just kept piling up and making it worse, yet they just wouldn’t stop because they already knew I liked it. 
ii knelt down at my feet, looking up with his blameless blue eyes, “We’ll prove it to you, in case you don’t believe us. You really are so… enchanting. It’s hard to keep our hands off you all the time, as much as we pretend not to think about it.”
“He’s right, you know.” iv chimed in.
Now I could look at them, my gaze shifting between the four of them in disbelief. But they all looked serious and interested, slowly creeping in closer to me with interested glimmers in their eyes. iii stood towering behind me, hands resting on my shoulders before he got permission to wrap his arms around me.
I felt trapped in the best way, stuck against his tall frame with the other three crowding me from all other directions. Vessel pressed a hand to the side of my face as he stood directly in front of me, holding up my jaw to keep me looking into his eyes.
“You want us to prove it to you, don’t you? We can feel your want, but we need to hear you ask for it first.” He directed. 
“Prove it to me.” I answered, my voice luckily firm but my reply coming (embarrassingly) immediately after he finished talking.
Their eyes all looked between each other as Vessel started to smile, all of them sharing some kind of mischievous thought now that they were given permission and were able to start chipping away at my constant wall of composure.
iii was the boldest off the bat – hands sliding over my navel and pushing right under the waistband of my pants to feel me. I leaned back against him, giving them more access and trying to get used to the feeling of him touching me the way I wanted him to since ages before but had never confessed to wanting. 
Vessel dived in after, mouthing at my neck and setting his hands over my waist. The feeling of his teeth scraping against my skin between soft presses of his lips felt like a deadly combination I didn’t know how I lived without experiencing before. iv brashly reached for one of my hands and set it over the zipper of his pants, palming himself with my hand as low hums of pleasure sounded from him by one of my ears. ii took iv’s idea, though he was whimpering so pretty near the opposite ear. 
iii retrieved his hands, drawing his fingertips to his mouth and humming praise at how good I tasted. Vessel pushed things further, kneeling before me as he pressed a kiss over my navel and started to slip my pants off of me. The two at my sides mimicked him, taking a moment of pause from seeking friction from me to slip my shirt off of me.
They reached to tug their own clothes off quickly, pulling my hands back to them without any barriers now. iii kept playing with me, making me arch back against him as he cruelly took pleasure in my reactions. Vessel leaned in, still on his knees.
“I take back what I said before.” iv stated from my side, already sounding breathless. “This is the best I’ve ever seen you. And I’ll say it again when we’re through with you, dove.”
“Shit, you’re right. I’m picturing it now, just how fucked-out you’ll look, love. Laying under us, covered in marks, dripping from all of us, can’t even keep your eyes open…” iii described, his voice thick with desire as he continued. 
I couldn’t help the moan that forced its way from my throat when he said that, feeling Vessel’s tongue run over me just then too. My hips jerked, ii and iv catching them. So much was going on but I was trying to touch them too, though their hands were now on me to keep me steady for Vessel.
With iii’s help, the three of them lifted me up off my feet and held me up to Vessel’s mouth, my legs over his shoulders and down his back. There was nothing left of my composure as he hummed around me and I nearly yelped at how good it felt. 
“Believe it or not, we’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while.” iii whispered low into my ear. “Just try to stay still.”
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pinkt3aa · 2 years
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date day
bruce wayne x fem! reader ♡
contains-angst if you squint, 881 words
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“M’lady I’m glad to see your planning out things for you and master Bruce to do for a date, but when is Master Bruce going to find the time to do these things exactly?” Alfred asked fixing up some tea for you in the kitchen
Letting your head fall on the table you let out an exasperated sigh, “you’re right Alfred just we haven’t been on a date in weeks it’s driving me insane”
“Very true” he spoke placing the tea beside you, “you two must have a talk about this. Ive raised Bruce since he was a little boy but he should at least have some common courtesy”
“You know Alfred you’re one of my best friends” you chuckled
— —
Later into the day your mind thought of all the ways you should approach Bruce. Should you be rude about it? No, or maybe you should be understanding about it. After all he was the one saving the city at night.
As the bed dipped with your tired boyfriend, you were awake. Still with your eyes closed you pretended to be asleep as he pecked your forehead with a kiss of affection. Wrapping his arm around your waist he grumbled a ‘goodnight’ closing his eyes.
“When are we going to go on a date?”
Opening his eyes he raised his eyebrow at the random question.
“The last time we went on a date was a month and a half ago Bruce”
“tell me when and we’ll go on another” he spoke wanting to close his eyes so badly but fighting off his sleep to hear what you have to say
“Than let’s go on one today! Or tomorrow how ever you take it since it’s 5 in the morning” a smile gracing your lips at the good news
“I have work” and your smile was gone.
“Can’t the city stay one night without Batman? If anything you have locals saying on the news that the poor guy needs a break” you huffed turning away from him and shut your eyes
— - —
Propping yourself out of bed you put your slippers on and went downstairs, ready to tell Alfred all about it. It being the afternoon since you were never an early riser the smell of lunch followed you on the way to the dining room.
This time walking to the table an unexpected person sat in one of the seats with their head faced in front and away from you. With hair you could only match with Bruce.
Coming up behind him you put your hands over his eyes in a playful manner, “guess who?”
“Y/N”
“Correct ding ding ding!” removing your hands off his eyes and kissing his cheek and than sitting in the chair beside him.
“I never see you in the morning so I’m guessing your giving being the Batman a rest for today” you smiled.
“Yup” he said smiling just a little to see you happy to be spending time with him.
“You here that Alfred! I got myself a date today!!”
After lunch you wasted no time putting on your best outfit and ushering you both out the house. The first place on your bucket list was a cafe. No normal cafe though. A batman themed cafe!
Which shocked you the first time you heard about it. Who would make a whole cafe based on a hero? But after taking a look of the picture reviews of the place you just had to try it with Bruce.
The second you arrived at the cafe Bruce chuckled at the blown up character float of his second disguise outside the place. Hooking your arm in his you smiled at him as you both entered the small cafe.
“Hello! Just two for today?” The teenage behind the front desk asked picking up to menus as you nodded
Following her to a booth your smile grew seeing the pillows had a Batman covering on them. “Okay I’ll be back in a little bit to give you guys to time to look over the menu” she said before ushering off to the front desk
“A Batman cafe?”
“Yup! Now let’s look at the menu” picking it up to scan your eyes over it
“Bat boy latte art?” Bruce questioned seeming rather interested in the drink
“That seems tasty I’m probably to get the Batman bum scrum made with Batman booty kicker it says here” you giggled pointing at the menu
The restaurants names for certain drinks or food made you giggle while there. Even making Bruce have a small smile at the ridiculous names. No doubt though the food was enjoyable.
“Before you guys go could I please get a picture with the both of you” your waiter asked nervously holding up her phone
Nodding you stood closer to Bruce to make room for her as she held up her phone in a selfie position. While she counted down from three you stuck up two fingers behind Bruce’s head like bunny ears and smiled. The young girl was quick to thank you smiling giddily.
Walking to his car hand in hand you paused making him look toward you confused. Smiling at him you pulled him in for a loving kiss, “I’m glad you took off work today”
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ikemenomegas · 11 months
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where was the alpha during the whole shibuya arc? Where they also unaliving people like the hot bad bitch they are or were they mainly trying to deal with the elders and providing support from behind the scenes?
And did gojo ever feel his mate removing their mating mark? Also, i have this thought that ive played around in my head for a while, it'd be interesting if the next time gojo meets his mate when he's outside the box, his mate somewhat changed and became more solemn and then gojo gets this deja vu feeling back to when geto acted the same way after gojo was absent a lot because he became more bombarded with missions and now it's happening again to one of the most important people in his life and he slowly gets this foreboding feeling of dread
I'm swinging around this oc like my poor cat hehe. Very pleased that you think they're a hot bad bitch. They're also a total awkward simp, like run into doorways if they see Satoru naked after a shower, so we love someone one can be both lol.
During the Shibuya arc, alpha wasn't ever inside the curtains. I think there's some brief discussion about it, but Satoru tells them not to come with him because this is clearly going to be people batting at his level. The higher-ups also demand that Satoru go alone and he doesn't tend to outright cross them concerning things like this.
Alpha end up keeping an eye on Inumaki and a third year oc (who will be Inumaki's partner). They end up trying to rescue the other auxiliary sorcerers while the curtain is up, and then helping get people out once the curtains go down - so they'd help Nitta extract Nobara and Akari (this means they do see Nanami's body rip) and essentially guard the retreat, up until they're called back to the school. There's probably a fair bit of unaliving things as part of that lol, but this time they're not going hunting for trouble.
(more below the cut because this is a lot to address!)
Gojo would not have felt the mark removal happen while in the box, because the way I'm interpreting the prison realm, is that nothing physical can happen to him in there that he doesn't do to himself. He feels it when he's released though.
I had some options I was toying with for the eventual unboxing before it actually happened:
Because Satoru feels it the moment the box releases him, I think he actually had time to reject the rejection as it were, and decide to maintain the bond. I would love for that to happen because the imagery of blue flame slowly burning away alpha's name back at the family home and then suddenly dissipating leaving their name intact is very pretty to me.
The other thought I had was that if the box was in a place that made releasing Gojo potentially hazardous, alpha would sense his sudden return to the world and feel the bond reform on their neck and hold back Satoru's powers just long enough for him to regain control, almost like stopping an explosion.
The other option is what's been seeming like the more likely option for a while now, which is that Gojo lets the bond break because alpha still wouldn't be safe as Gojo's mate. The last edict from the higher-ups is still technically enforceable, although they don't have the manpower to try rn. It also suits the long standing imagery of Gojo being a bodhisattva.
In the last few chapters, we've seen his major connections to the earth slowly be chipped away - one ward is taken over, the other is dead, his friends and allies have been decimated, his students are slowly becoming strong enough not to need him, and in this au his mate was forced to sever the connection for their own safety, oh and he killed his best friend a year ago and has to fight that body again. That's a lot of loss to pile on the shoulders of even the strongest. And the bodhisattva ascension is only delayed, so there's still a chance he could never have the chance to make new connections because he's well "ascended".
In my happy ending, I want Gojo and alpha to openly get [re]mated after everything is over. I love love "I chose you again and again" type of relationships and choosing to stay with someone is so hard for Gojo because of the implications of loss or attachment in particular that choosing again feels very powerful. He's an incredibly lonely person but it's so difficult to reach out to him because no one, not even Getou, was forced to live the full weight of his experience then and now.
You're not the first person to bring up that from an outsider's perspective, what's happening with alpha is very similar to Getou's pulling back and being forced to acknowledge that no matter what they want, they can't stand side by side with Gojo and have to do things their own way. I've been trying and failing to write their post-unboxing meeting for literal months because it's so difficult to capture.
Mostly because Gojo is someone who accepts the realities of a situation fairly quickly. It is incredibly painful to realize that yet another person who tried to walk alongside him has changed while he wasn't there. But, he could acknowledge that very quickly and set the pain aside as fast as he could because pain comes from expectations being different from reality, and he has a lot of important things to attend to.
Alpha is one of the most important people in his personal life, which makes all of this easier said than done. There's a lot of lingering looks and quiet moments of emotionally charged "strategy meetings" over the time between his unsealing and the set date of his fights.
Probably the only difference between Getou and Alpha at this point is that alpha has never functioned with the straight cold logic Suguru sometimes did. They have things they certainly consider unforgivable, but they fully joined Gojo's faction so their method is never going to be "literally break the whole world" - they'll just break their own, their rules, their walls, their own source of security/safety, for the people they care about. Objectively, this may be worse than Suguru because alpha will do things they know or think are "wrong" if it can guarantee safety for the people they love.
So it fills Gojo with a whole new type of dread! isn't that fun! Instead of "I might [will probably] have to kill this person in the name of my code and responsibilities even if it's literally going to break a piece of me forever" it's "this person I love might end up burning themself out in the name of their goals because they consider other people and their future wellbeing far more important than themself at this moment, and I can't stop them because that strength of resolve is either going to save them or do the opposite". Either way, Gojo knows they're no longer walking the same path, and in some way, it hurts.
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https-capri · 2 years
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Sub! Ei x dom! Afab reader
A/n: I was thinking this could be a 3 sum with ei and yae but decided I'd just do individuals since it feels more sensual. Anywho this may be a bit out of character for her but I love the idea of desperate drunk and clingy ei. I know I forgot to mention her in my last post, so if you all were expecting someone else feel free to mention them in a asks and I'll write them next, other than that enjoy! ;))
WARNINGS: drunk ei, scissoring, eating out, lesbian, pet names, use of vibrator (ps this was NOT proofread 😅)
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Ei's elegance caught seemingly everyone's attention. Gracefully, she walked by you and no doubt had you looked her up and down, never seeing such beauty in a woman before.
You mentioned her presence to Yae, you're friend who claimed to know her. They went a ways back and offered to set you both up. To your surprised she too, was interested in women.
So, here you are at a restaurant across from the most gorgeous woman you'd ever seen. Tales have been told from Miko of how heartless she can be, but that only made you all the more intrigued.
In her arrival, she appeared in a tightly fit black dress, with lace down the sides cut low at the breasts. The dress went down to mid thigh with a slight shimmer added to the dark color. Her hair pulled into a long, thick purple braid that stopped at about the same length of the dress. And she wore tall black heels with lace that wrapped around her calves, the string having many glimmering rhinestones attached.
She was stunning.
You showed up to the date in a navy blue satin dress, that hung low at the chest and tied elegantly at the back, also wearing tall heels.
Ei's dress hugged her so nicely, seeing the curves of her body regardless of the clothes made your mouth run dry.
She took a seat in front of you, offering a small smile as she began to make herself comfortable.
"Have you ever been here before?" You begin to start small talk
"Goodness, no. Cooking isn't my strong suit so I often opt to go somewhere more casual, I'm not too picky when it comes to food" she chuckles, setting her purse aside, crossing her legs and propping her face with her arms to look at you intently.
"Really? Ive been here a few times, it's quite nice actually. I-"
"Can I get you two anything to drink?" A friendly waiter cuts you off
"I'll have a margarita, thank you" you smile, looking over to Ei for her order.
"A strawberry Hennessy cocktail for me, please" she answers deeply, voice smooth and nurturing. One of the many things you found attractive about her.
You two spend the night enjoying one another's company, listening to each other talk about ourselves throughout the evening.
"Is there a time you needed to leave?" Ei questions, slight sadness at the thought of your departure.
"Mm, no I don't have anywhere I need to be tonight. Actually, if it's alright with you would you like to come back to my place? I'd like to get to know you.. better" you innocently smile, batting your eyelashes and her eyes slightly widen, nodding her head to your proposal.
"Well, suppose it's settled then hm? I'll pay for the check" you offer, pulling your wallet from your bag and wait for the next waiter to make their way to you.
"All finished?" they cheer, writing some things down and sliding the check on your table, cleaning up your things.
"Yes, it was delicious thank you" you and ei say in unison, satisfied with the meal.
You get up, watching ei slightly stumble in her drunken state, you wrap your arm around her waist, leading her to your car.
Even with how drunken and slurred her words were she was still mesmerizing to any eyes that laid on her.
Sloppy footsteps neared your car, where she threw herself into the passenger seat, you put on her seatbelt, kissed her cheek and went to start the car.
The drive home was calm, she's giggle after she'd stumble over her words, trying to tell you how much fun you were to talk to, only to hiccup mid sentence.
You'd stroke her thigh, holding on a little tighter on a turn until you reached your house.
Entering your home, you turned the lights on and prepared some wine, as well as turned on a random channel on the television.
"I'm going to shower sweetheart, want to join?" She reluctantly agrees, giddily coming to your side, undressing yourselves you step under the warm inviting water.
"You have such a nice place"
"My, thank you; you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like gorgeous." You finish washing up and bring her to your room, the tv playing as background noise as you two continued chatting away.
"You're quite funny, y/n! Yae was right about you" she laughs
"Oh? What'd she say?" You question
"Oh, lots of things! She told me how generous you were, and how determined and kind you are, I was frankly quite ecstatic to meet you" she assures, snuggling Into your side
You smile to yourself, looking down at ei, her head turns to you, eyes full of nothing but passion she pushed herself up to your face, where your lips meet.
"Eager, aren't you?" You tease, moving your hand down to her breast as she gasps, taking the opportunity to shove your tongue in her mouth.
"Mmph! Mhm~.." ei moans into the kiss, moving your hand to her center, humping it.
"There's a better way to do that, love" you say, moving underneath her, positioning her on top of your thigh, patting it
"Go on, grind angel since you want to cum so badly" you coo, hands on her waist guiding her strokes harder on yourself
"Fu-" she slumps, hands shaking as they grab your shoulders
"'S good, feels so good" she whispers, whining against you neck desperate for any type of contact.
"Alright baby, 's okay I've got you" you encourage her, moving her into her back, positioning yourself between her legs.
"Oh! Pleasepleasepleaseplease" she whimpers to your soft touches.
Gently you glide your hand down her body, leaving kisses and spend time worshipping her body. You take her foot in your hand, kissing from her ankles to her knees, evidently tinted a soft pink.
Her legs were so smooth. You glided your tongue from her knee to her inner thigh, where you exhale over her clit, giving it a kiss.
"Y/n.." ei whispers
"Hmm?" You hum back, tongue working circles over her swollen bud, center leaking from ei's excitement.
"Please"
"Shh, you can do it doll you're doing so well for me" you assure, kissing her centers lips before pushing your tongue inside her gaping hole, thumb taking the place of where your tongue once was, instead rubbing up and down on her clit.
You look up at her state, ei practically drooling, head thrown back as she constantly lets out gasps and moans, sensitive to your advances.
"Mm'gonna cum.." she whines, hips grinding against your skin.
"Wanna ride my face darling?" Honestly, it was a rhetorical question, as you slid under her legs and brought her hips above your face.
"I.." she nervously started
"Sit, hun" you order, bringing her pussy flat on your mouth
"Ah! Mm cumming, ah y/n, y/n I'm cumming" she chants, saying your name like a mantra as you ride out her orgasm.
"You did so good angel, but we're not done" you smirk, pulling her into a kiss so she can taste herself. You loved how she completely submitted under your touch.
You sit next to her, kissing her breasts and move your hips opposite of hers.
"Have you ever scissored anyone before?" You ask
"Uhm.. no" she answers shyly, nervously looking you in the eyes with desperation.
You were going to comfort her, but she cut you off.
"But.. nobody has ever made me feel this good, either" she smiles, cupping your cheeks and kissing you sweetly.
You felt the pride envelope you, knowing you did a good job making her feel good. Yet, you continue getting positioned to scissor her, lips connected, wetness on one another she begins helplessly grinding.
Reached behind you to your bedside drawer, you pull out a vibrator and put it between the both of you, bringing you nearer to your climax quickly.
"Yes baby, just like that you're such a good girl" you say, tutting your hips into the toy and her.
"Mm gonna cum baby, cmon make me cum angel" you pant, your orgasm finally washing over you and your legs twitch involuntary.
You stay where you are so ei can cum also, keeping the vibrator in place, you move your fingers to her hole, sliding 2 fingers in.
"You're so wet honey" you say, kissing her breasts and taking one of her nipples in your mouth, leaving hickies around her chest.
"Ah!! OHMYGOSH, ngh yeah yes m cumming" she moans, practically yelling, threading her hands in your hair, keeping a tight hold as she cums.
"Had enough baby?" You ask, gently kissing all over her.
"Mhm, thank you y/n" she whispers quietly, before her eyelids flutter shut, falling into a restful state.
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skiniibuniii · 4 months
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my paranoia is getting worse. i can almost never be in my kitchen alone at night anyway, theres huge windows and i always feel like someones watching me. i heard knocking on our backdoor (in the kitchen) once too. knocking like a human but ofc im the first to die in a horror movie so i checked it out and no one was there.
when i was 13 i spent basically all of my time between either 7/11 or the park near my house. and id just sit alone and listen to music until i had to go home like if it got late or if my portable charger died. i usually started heading home right as the sky started turning dark blue, so there was still a little light but the street lights were on.
i remember this is vivid detail because i was so scared, and i promise it is relevant. and kinda interesting.
one time, i stayed out way too late. it was winter, really it was the same time i usually went home, but the sky was turning black. i managed to get myself out of my disassociation and hopped off the swing to head home. i was getting a bit paranoid and didnt like being past my front yard when it was this dark anymore. i walked a few feet ahead of me to grab my backpack and throw away my slushie cup. i felt this terrible feeling like i needed to look up right now. so i did. there werent any cars in the parking lot but one, who had pulled in about 15-20 minutes earlier and had been sitting there with it's lights on since. but when i looked up, the passenger side door was open and through the lights i could see a black figure walking quickly toward me. they had parked decently far away from me, so i had a bit of time before they got to me. i threw my backpack on one shoulder and grabbed my scooter, ran off the grass onto the sidewalk farthest from the person, and got on my scooter. i have never scooted so fast in my damn life, but i thought at that point id be safe because 90% of the sidewalk just past the park wasnt right next to the road.
when i got home, i ran up the driveway, throwing my scooter in the grass so it wouldnt weigh me down cuz my driveway is a bit of an incline. when i looked back as i opened the front door, he was standing at the end of the sidewalk. the sidewalk ends shortly before my house, so you have to walk on a road a bit to reach it. and he was just standing there in the light at the end of the sidewalk. i wasnt thinking to take my headphones out and i didnt have data to call my mom, but i dont know how he reached me so fast. a scooter is way faster than a person. but thats aside the point.
ive seen that figure a few times after that. once he was walking around the parameter of my house when i was taking out the trash and my bf ended up going outside with a bat. but he was gone.
i question if it was real or not, if it was just another one of my hallucinations. most of them arent scary, i dunno.
but if this paranoia is due to someone actually watching me, its that guy. and i am terrified thinking about it.
like ik i have silly goofy kinks but if youre gonna kill me id still like it to be consensual ya know?
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greetings-humans · 9 months
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introductory post (includes more details(ao3 acc, etc) & a dni under the cut)
yeah it's about time I made one of those ig (disclaimer: I'll edit this, if/when the need comes)
so, hi! im deelay! you can call me dee, if you want! [btw if you know my irl name, not here you don't unless we're DM-ing]
gender is so weird and I'm okay with any and all pronouns (barring it/its)!
also, for details on what to use when talking to me or about me (like pronouns and gendered terms etc) you can go here:
im a young adult and that's like all imma say age-wise.
currently in uni, studying to get an english degree (so hyped for that, you would not believe)
I'm technically a writer? like I write,,, supposedly lmao. like all the greats, the one thing I never seem to do is yknow write-
I write sometimes, let's say
definitely a reader tho (yes ao3 and i are in a committed relationship)
~
my interests and fandoms are. a lot. for example (and in no particular order):
DC (the bats, mostly)
the magnus archives (ive never listened to a podcast before and I'm just around the middle of s3 as of Jan 2024)
riordanverse (pjo, hoo, magnus chase, a little bit toa, pjo show [which was very good, it just needs more screen time to fix up the pacing and add more depth in the appropriate moments]) (beware of possible untagged spoilers for pjo & hoo)
fullmetal alchemist brotherhood! (i used to have roy on my pfp, he's my favorite character! i also wanna write a huge character analysis essay on him but uni responsibilities mean that's very slow going)
star wars (prequels, kotor, clone wars)
criminal minds (im at early s13 as of November 2023, so mind your spoilers humans) (ngl as of Jan 2024, this hyperfixation of mine is dying a slow and steady death but who knows there might a revival one day)
jujutsu kaisen! (I'm just about to finish s2 as of Jan 2024 and I'm an anime only mostly, so don't spoil me pls)
yuri on ice is an old love of mine (ice adolescence😭😭 one day😭😭 oh one day😭😭)
sasaki to miyano (saw the anime and the movie and fuebdehhshahgdhe)
haikyuu!!(all caught up, manga and anime-wise! also patiently waiting for the movies that should've been a season but anyways they better not fuck this up too much-) (beware for untagged spoilers in my haikyuu posts!!)
bungo stray dogs is also an old but semi revived interest of mine (im pretty much up to date with the manga, just haven't read all of the light novels)
tian guan ci fu / heaven official's blessing (as of Jan 2024, I've finished s2 and tgcf is amazing it's wonderful, im starting book 1)
there's like. so much more.
sooo muuuuch moooreeee
so I'll just let you figure the rest of it out
If you wanna see some of my thoughts without infinite scrolling, you can also search for the tag "deelay words".
And if you want to avoid spoilers at all costs, I suggest blocking the fandom tag when interacting with my blog because what you consider spoilers might not be what I consider spoilers if we're at different arcs of whatever that media is.
For example, for, unless you know everything about pjo and hoo and this one spoiler about toa (iykyk), I advise against searching for tags from those fandoms here (in fact maybe block them??) because you're guaranteed untagged spoilers since I read all of those books ages ago and they've been out for a looong time.
That said, I'd also appreciate it if you gave me a heads up on spoilers in any asks.
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if you're here for any of my fics then well.
if you're here for pjo, um. those fics are truly discontinued/on indefinite hiatus. that hasn't changed. I have tentatively decided to attempt to reread some of the books, and I'm also watching the show, so if I get inspired enough and manage to plan out a decent fic out of Percy Jackson Revealed,,,, then maybe there shall be a fic. But!!! I have no idea what the ending is gonna be, and without an ending I'm doing nothing because the chances of me dropping the fic (again) would be higher than my anxiety during exam season (aka very very high)
if you're here for the man behind neal caffrey tho!! hi, there. I am working on that sequel, don't worry. it's just long and I'm also working on uni and this other writing project I have going on. feel free to send me an ask with any questions or comments or whatever.
unnamed grishaverse project : yeah so, I have a project going with my friend noel @fifteenth-entity, we're fixing the darkling! this fic will take place like around 50-100 years pre-alina, and will feature the darkling doing darkling things while that generation's most prominent grisha (aka a bunch of queers) also do things that may or may not affect the darkling. and his views. and personality. there may or may not be character development in the works. (there is, he gets better). this fic is canon divergent before canon even happens. the entire plot of shadow and bone will be eventually reworked. (also, no darklina, no darkling romance, in general) [for more info on this just search "unnamed grishaverse project", it's the tag I've used in like the only post about this. do feel free to send me an ask about this tho!!]
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Another thing: If you have a genuine, not malicious or mean-spirited, question, feel free to send me an ask. Keep your cool, though! if you try to pick a fight i will delete the ask for the first time, but on strike 2, you're blocked.
i like to think that I'm open to discourse but not if you're starting out all aggressively cause if you're aggressive, I will be defensive (while privately having a panic attack) and we're not gonna get anywhere.
so. once again for the people in the back
If you're here to pick a fight with me then gtfo please.
I don't like fighting, it makes me anxious, so save us both the trouble and be as civil as you can be if you have a disagreement with me.
that said, unless I'm literally at your post saying shit you disagree with. don't come at me. literally block me. it's fine. I quite literally do not mind or care. like, if you saw my post or reblog and decided I suck then just block me will you? if your goal is discussing tho, then go on!! debating can be very fun!
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Moreover, if you ever want fic recs for a fandom I'm in, you're definitely welcome to send me an ask! but if you don't feel like talking, anything I will ever tell you is straight from my ao3 bookmarks. sooo, feel free to hunt around those! [in case the link isn't working for you, my ao3 username is Justice_not_Revenge]
ao3 disclaimer: anything before 2021-2022 is not necessarily something I claim. So like don't think I'm into this thing or that I'm passionate about this ship just because in 2019 I bookmarked 100 fics with it, people tend to grow and change so yeah.
some generic DNIs
if you're anti-lgbtq+ (don't forget that plus)
if you support AI art or AIs stealing fic content
if you ship a minor and an adult and the age difference is more than like 1-2 years tops (no i am not offended by 17 year olds dating 18 year olds but like. anything else is simply off yknow)
racists (incl. transracial ppl)
ableists (transabled? dni)
sexists/misogynists (yes incl. swerfs)
incest shippers
literally anyone who thinks violating someone's concent is nice and fun and quirky
okay that's all! thank youuu-
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redrobin-detective · 3 years
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Here’s a fun little scenario that would be part of a larger story I don’t have the time/energy to write.
Something something, the ghosts need to work together with the humans to stop a larger threat. They meet at Fentonworks to form a plan of attack with the humans’ most knowledgeable about ghosts. It is not Jack and Maddie Fenton. However, Danny Fenton and co do not feel like disclosing the fact that they are Amity’s foremost ghost experts. So the ghosts find themselves in an awkward position of having to pretend to be seeking council from the adult Fentons while watching Danny pretend to hide in his mother’s side in fear. But though his posture is scared and submissive, his eyes are glowing with promise of a violent second death if they don’t play along. Cue shenanigans. Fun points of interest include:
- Danny and the ghosts’ frustration and disbelief as the Fentons or even Valerie get ghost stuff so completely wrong and Danny is literally biting his hand to stop himself from correcting them because he’s not supposed to know anything about ghosts. They look at him with weary annoyance, asking why he is making them submit to this and he just stares back equally annoyed and exhausted. 
- The ghosts and Team Phantom need to do their planning in secret so they steal snatches of time here and there with hilarious results. Danny quickly phasing him and Technus into the bathroom for a quick huddle only to be interrupted by Jack trying to get in or quickly miming ideas and plans when people’s heads are turned then pretending to play on his phone when they look his way (his phone is upside down, no one comments. Fenton is just weird like that). They barely get any time to plan without interruption.
- It gets to the point where nothing is getting done and Danny is forced to kind of intercede but in a casual manner. Making pointed comments to have people piece things together themselves, tripping over important inventions to bring them to people’s attention just... pretending to accidentally acquire knowledge and delicately (and sometimes forcefully) leading them to the correct conclusions.
- I bet there would be some interesting conversations btw the ghosts and Danny about why he does hide. Why does he hide his strength and knowledge? They know by now that Danny is protective of hell of his secret identity but ghosts simply cannot understand why one of the strongest warriors hides behind the façade of weakness. Sometimes Danny himself wants to give up the charade bc the whole thing is too damn confusing and exhausting.
- Danny is not used to his worlds colliding in such an ongoing, intimate setting (lets say both ghosts and humans are essentially trapped together) so his personality is constantly flipping btw Fenton and Phantom’s trying to keep up. Dash is confused watching Fenton growl at ghosts while the ghosts are wondering why such a powerful halfa lets the other humans push him around. It makes both human and ghosts realize they don’t much at all about Danny Fenton.
- A lot of ghosts’ knowledge of humans comes from Danny, Sam and Tucker who are, obviously, outliers. In order to play nice with the ghost kid, they try to engage with some humans and are so far from the mark. (For example just kind of assuming all human kids engage in reckless, world changing activities).
- Also the ghosts know Danny and generally have a lot of respect for his power and sense of duty to his haunt. They treat other humans the same, as annoying interchangeable non-entities almost but for some reason, Danny Fenton is given a weird amount of respect being referred to by name and, when he speaks, all the other ghosts stop and listen. Normal people have no idea what to make of this.
- Again, I simply cannot get over the image of Danny doing his best to cower with his back to the humans but while facing the ghosts his face is a snarling, threatening mess. Both sides treat him as they normally do and find themselves coming up short. The humans wonder why the ghosts look at skinny, useless Fenton like he’s important. The ghosts wonder how the humans look at him and don’t see something dangerous. 
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shotorozu · 3 years
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TITLE : hospital stay
PAIRING : bakugou katsuki x reader
SYNOPSIS : you’re in the hospital on your boyfriend’s birthday, and bakugou seems to have no issue with spending it in there.
WARNING(S) : MHA MANGA SPOILERS ‼️ (recent arc)
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, a quirk similar to the avatar but that’s about it.
note(s) : so, it’s bakugou’s birthday. and i had this idea since march 20 😦 so i’ve been waiting for his birthday to come for literally a month but i didn’t want to post this way too early. alsooo i don’t know if this arc happened near spring but lets pretend it did for the sake of the story
When you woke up, the fluorescent lights were the first to hit your face
Following by the incoming beeping of a monitor, and the sudden throbbing of your head, the dryness of your throat evident.
Blinking slowly (or trying to, your other eye being a bit delayed.) you try recalling what just happened. You’re in a hospital, that’s one thing you know, but the specifics are still unknown to you.
Right. You remember now, you were fighting along side your classmates, and you managed to get blasted away when you thought that shielding Bakugou Katsuki would work. Yeah, you were sure that you were going to get an earful from him, if he—
You jolt when you notice said blond standing right next to your bed, vermillion eyes staring deep into your own, and somewhat— you could feel the weight and intensity in the stare
“S-since when did you get here?” You’re startled, and your voice is hoarse. Bakugou doesn’t formulate a response, and chooses to avoid the question as a whole.
“Finally you’re up.” He rolls his eyes. He looks much better than you remembered, despite having a few bandages on his forehead— he looked well. “It’s been 5 fucking days.”
“Five days?” You question out loud, your sense of time all disorganized. You clench your hand, just to see if your quirk was still working. Seeing air, fire, water, and just.. something, would relieve your worries— but a look from the blond shot you down quickly. You decided that it was wise if you didn’t try.
The blond seems to be done with the conversation, since he immediately walks out of the room. Actually, why was he here? You’d expect him to be laying down in bed, but despite being hit with that beam, he was walking around like everything was fine.
He comes back with a few other nurses, and they’re relieved to see that you’re awake— and even though they’ve bombarded you with questions with how you felt, you couldn’t brush off the feeling of a pair of ruby eyes on you.
Just, glaring. It’s nothing abnormal.
When the nurses finally leave you alone, giving you details of a few injuries— like your injured— well, burned eyelid that honestly stung (it came from the fire aspect of your quirk) you would’ve expected to be alone in your hospital room for the rest of your time there but Bakugou stayed.
“You’re going to tell me why you jumped in front of me?”
You were expecting to be questioned by him, after all— what you did didn’t exactly shield him, since he was also pierced. You didn’t expect the interrogation to be happening this soon
“Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t want to fucking know.” And he suddenly changes his mind, just like that.
You would’ve said impulse as an answer, but you doubt that he would’ve taken that seriously. And besides, you were kind of glad he changed midway that he didn’t want your answer. Your voice feels parched, despite chugging down a glass of water earlier.
“Did you check up on Deku?” You cringe when you hear cracks in your voice, and the dryness is unbearable to your throat, but he nods. “Idiot’s knocked out cold.”
He doesn’t mention the fact that you were one of the last few people that were still rendered unconscious.
“Your throat sounds like the sahara desert. Do me a favor and drink up.”
You blink owlishly at the glass of water that was set on the mini table, and when you drink up— it actually does something to relieve (temporarily) the dryness.
It was a consequence of your quirk after all, using your quirk too much would cause your body to feel sore, and everywhere to feel dry, and he knew that.
Bakugou was acting uncharacteristically, and you just don’t know why. Maybe it’s not so uncharacteristic of him, since he’s been less of an asshole as of recently, but you know that he would probably deviate from the question if you asked, so the both of you sat in silence.
It’s the next day, the same as yesterday— except it looked like dawn when you woke up. Bakugou also appeared at the side of your bed once again, almost as if he was there for quite some time.
“Nice to see you too,” You think to yourself, and you’re glad you didn’t actually say that out loud. You try to stand up straight, but Bakugou’s quick to push your back against the pillows.
“Don’t sit up, that’s idiotic.”
“Right, sorry. How did you get here? Isn’t it too early?” The parched throat came back. Though the ‘magical’ baku-water helped, it’s effects were only temporarily, sadly.
“You call 7am early?” Right, because for him— 7am isn’t that early, you even remember seeing him up at 6 sometimes.
“Actually, wait.” You blink, trying to recall what day it was, and what month it was. You recalled it being spring but.. was it March? or was it April already?
“What.. day is it today?”
It was almost like he was hesitant to say, “..April 20.”
“What the— April 20?” You’re appalled, because the last time you remembered, it wasn’t anywhere near April 20, but maybe it’s your 5 day unconsciousness to be blamed. “Isn’t it your birthday?”
“Shut up,” He mumbles, and he shifts around the room in search of something, but it’s too dim to be able to tell.
“Medicine. The nurses said you should take it now.”
You don’t reply.
“It’s for your Sahara desert throat. The other things are for your fucked up eye and injuries.”
That seems to be enough to convince you to take the medicine, and despite wanting to run away screaming from the bitterness, you take the medicine— not wanting to be met with any consequences
“Why are you spending your birthday here?”
“Do idiots like you ask that many questions?” He shoots back, and you’re unfazed by the fact that he just called you an idiot. You wouldn’t blame him.
“No but.. you seem fine.”
“A few days ago I was not, but now I am because I took medicine.” He walks over to untwist a few medicine caps, it appears to be for your eye.
“So, Does my eye look fine?” You bat your eyelashes just to mess with him, and he flicks your forehead with an ointment cap “No.”
“Sorry, sorry,” You laugh, choosing to completely ignore the sudden sharp pain when you laugh.
He bends down to reach eyelevel, “Can you see?”
“Sorta.” Your eye has this thin blur filter to it, that can’t be good— can it? Going blind in one eye, and having to wear an eye patch.
It was almost on cue, because Bakugou says “You’ll be rocking the pirate look if you don’t take your medicine,” Instead of handing the medicine for you to apply, he quickly applies a decent amount around your eyes— not giving you a warning whatsoever.
You wince slightly, but you’re glad it’s over. But why is he playing nurse with you? And why was he brushing off the fact that it’s literally his birthday.
Through out the entire day, Bakugou continued to act as if he had some responsibility over you. From helping you put on your medicine, to just monitoring you with eyes of a hawk. The fact that he chose to ignore all your protests was just a part of him.
His behavior was also very.. interesting. It would swing from being his usual self, to being this eerily quiet and calm Bakugou. You would’ve guessed that you were having a fever dream, if it weren’t for the fact that he wore his usual scowl on his face.
What remained consistent, despite it all— was that he stayed. He ate lunch in your room. He only left when the doctors and nurses asked him too, but that was only temporary. He stayed with you the entire day, even when the clock stroke 5pm.
But it’s quite literally his birthday? Why would he spend it in a hospital room with some extra? Or idiot? Let alone, why would he take care of said idiot/extra on his birthday? You don’t know because he refuses to tell you on why he spent it here.
“Did you at least get some cake or something?” You ask for the umpteenth time, Bakugou’s paced back and forth for some medicine bottles and bottles of water, and you could tell that he was scowling, despite the fact that he was facing the other direction, “Why the hell would I want cake? You’ve been asking weird shit all day.”
“Because it’s your birthday? Seriously— have you been brainwashed into thinking that it’s not your birthday?”
“What— fuck no. I haven’t been brainwashed.” He turns over to you, “I know today is my birthday.”
“Okay, so you know. Why aren’t you celebrating then? Did people forget? Or am I finally going insane?”
Bakugou chooses to stay silent. He stands up, and walks over to you— everytime he moves closer, you could feel your heart pound, luckily not at a dangerous rate.
“Birthday, birthday, birthday” He grumbles, quiet, but loud enough for you to hear. “That’s all you’ve been talking about. As if like you weren’t the one in the hospital bed as we speak.”
“Okay, is it wrong to remember your birthday?”
“Shut up, I didn’t say that.” He gets closer once again, almost to the point that your faces weren’t that far away.
“You’ve just been so concerned about my damn birthday, that you haven’t even taken a good look at yourself,” He gestures at you, by looking you up and down
You finally take observation of all of the gauzes, the IV tubes, and bandages, his words forcing you to look at what was reality.
“I don’t know why you did what you did, jumping in front of me like some kind of heroic bastard, it’s dumb. For all I know, I should be screaming at you, and wishing you the worst for that.” He clenches his fist when he recalls, the scene replaying in his head
“But what I am saying is that, you can give me a gift if you’re so fucking concerned about my birthday. It’s the least you can do.” His statement is solid enough for you to take him seriously. You wouldn’t have if he was scowling, but it’s quite.. different. An expression you’ve seen all day, but seeing it up close is a different story.
“And that would be..?” You gulp, anticipation bubbles
And just like that, he presses his lips against yours, the warmth of his lips sending shocks of warmth all around your body— the impact was abrupt, but the kiss as a whole was surprisingly gentle
Yet, it was also similar to his quirk, it sparked up spurs of need and sent goosebumps all over your body.
You place a hand on his shoulder, the tubes around your arms making it too difficult to wrap your arms around him as you deepened the kiss, Bakugou’s touch is cautious when he lays his hand on a spot that was the least affected, aware of your injuries. Pushing the small of your back with his hand quite gently, he kisses you like it’ll be the very last— even though you both know it won’t be.
When you both pull back, you’re taken aback— unable to think of coherent words, and a proper response.
But this damn bastard, he smirks at you knowing that he just sent shocks and explosions of intense feelings all around your body, your lips still tingling from the kiss.
“Wait, that’s unfair!”
“What?”
“I had no idea you even liked me!”
“For the fucking longest time I did, why the hell would I even be in some extras room, if I didn’t care about them?!” He tries not to yell too loudly but, the tone of his voice gets raised
You blink, “And you preferred playing nurse with your crush this entire time, instead of spending it properly like well.. everyone else?”
“Who the hell said— Fucking hell, do I have to kiss you again for you to understand?”
“Enlighten me,” Your mouth quirks up into a smile, which ultimately causes his cheeks to be set ablaze.
“Playing fucking nurse with you isn’t horrible. It’s one way to spend my birthday, even when you give me shit about it” His brows press together, trying to drown out his flustered expressions with a scowl, “There’ll be more birthdays to come, so why would I be ‘wasting’ it here? There, that’s it. You happy now?”
Silence.
“..More than happy. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your thing for playing nur—”
“Don’t you fucking finish that thought,” He says stern. “I’m going to get the nurses to check on you, and then— I’ll go home and come back again, tomorrow.”
He storms off, and when the blond is sure that he’s not in your line of vision anymore— he slumps against the wall
“Fucking hell, they’re driving me crazy.” He mumbles, recalling what he had pulled off earlier.
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krissology · 3 years
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Jate’kara Part V
Pairing: Young Din Djarin x Young Mandalorian Fem!Reader
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: Please don’t take this lightly. Violence, death, loss of a child, depression & grieving. Sexual implications.
A/N: This is it folks! The final part of Jate’kara, I’m so grateful to everyone who’s read, commented, reblogged and enjoyed this along the way. I have plans to add an epilogue of sorts to this that will be my ‘love letter to canon’ and explain the little easter eggs people may have missed. Thank you, I love yous, xo, Kriss
Read Part IV, here.
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Nights on Concordia were never as dark as they could be. The bright light of the moon's atmosphere keeping the landscapes blanketed in dim green hues. But, it was eerie still because of the quiet. The unending quiet from the highest peaks to the most shrouded valleys. The slow rumbling of the river playing like an ambient record was the soundtrack to the forest but even that was pitter-patter the further away you were. There were no secrets in the woods. You could hear it all. Every pebble kicked, waning branch moved, every Shriek Hawk cawing in its cave. You would never miss the reverberating metallic touch down of a foreign ship; or the scattering of footsteps on muddied soil, the grumbling voices, the blasters charging. You couldn’t miss them.
Unless you weren’t listening.
You had made it in the knick of time, thank fuck. The blazing kiln of embers, still being fed and nurtured by the Armorer while she hammered shape into beskar. You hadn’t visited there in some time, years had passed since your old chest plate was shed for a new one to accommodate certain features of your body. Din never had to worry about that, a flat chest for one Mando was a flat chest for another, the men traded and sold their armor amongst each other freely, painting it and marking it to reflect themselves. For you, and other Mandalorian women, your armor was yours. Molded to you, whether passed down through generations and altered or formed new from melted iron. It would never fit another body as well as it did yours.
“Do you have something for me, foundling?” The Armorer never looked up from her work, pressing and batting at a shiny silver cuirass as she spoke.
Pulling half of a small dull chest piece from where it was tucked into your gun belt, you held it out in your palm for the Armorer to see. It was a figment of your past, the inaugural shred of Mandalorian armor given to you to wear your first night on Concordia. It had since been battered and bruised and the polish left little shine to the imagination, but it was a love letter to the hardened warrior you had become, the one you always were. When it was time to come into your new armor, back in those transformative years of your youth, you’d kept a piece for yourself as a reminder; then watched the rest melt together with the plates of hundreds of others to be re-formed and redistributed among the clan.
 “Thank you,” she said plainly, “I will add it to the reserve to be melted when necessary.”
 “Actually, I was hoping you could mold this for me,” you stepped closer to the working table, placing the beskar on the gray rock between you both. “A gift, for my Riduur.”
She inspected the chest plate, picking it up and weighing it in her own hand, finally catching your visor in her eyesight before nodding and turning toward the hot coals of the kiln behind her. “A pendant would do nicely.”
“Yes,” you agreed, observing as she placed the piece in the flames, letting it slowly drip molten down into the base of a pan.
“And how is your marriage faring, little one?” She quizzed, voice dripping in nosy inquisition. She turned back to you, busying herself with creating a mold of sorts, pinching black rock between the fingers of her gloves, bringing a small carving knife down to cut into the pieces. She moved so gracefully, deft hands skilled from years of crafting the strongest material this galaxy has ever seen.
You stumbled on the question, too transfixed with watching her in her work space, “My marriage?” You cleared your throat, “Oh, yeah it’s - faring— um, it’s faring well. Well enough. Very well actually.”
She set the small mold she’d just fastened onto the counter top, “I expect you’re expanding the clan, then?” She asked, nonchalantly pouring the searing pan of melted beskar into the empty carcass of black rock. “Completing your resol’nare.”
Not this shit again. The pillars of being a Mandalorian had been battered and beaten into your brain for ten years now. Wearing beskar armor, mastering self-defense, devoting your life to the clan, speaking Mando'a, answering the Mandalore’s call to action, and raising children as Mandalorians. You couldn’t escape it.
“You know, we really can’t seem to figure out where the cum goes,” you blew a lazy raspberry through your lips, “is it just — directly into my mouth every time? Or—”
“You seem like a smart girl,” she cut you off, pouring the last of the beskar and letting the mold sit idly for a time, “outspoken, brash, still figuring your way in this galaxy, but smart regardless of the never ending unfiltered sarcasm,” ouch.
You let out a nervous chuckle, and your fake disposition died on your tongue with a sigh. “Look I get that you’re trying to play ‘clan mother’ or something right now, but I’m an adult, okay?” You accentuated your words with gestured quotations in the air, “I don’t need a mother, and I have my resol’nare under control.” She used a pair of long metal clamps to pick up the scorched mold, dipping it into a basin of cooling liquid and letting the sound of hot metal simmer along with the moment, “maker, why is everyone so interested in the intricacies of my husband's dick inside of me?”
You thought you could hear a barely there laugh leave her modulator. “Remember no one is invincible, foundling,” she said, “you can only get very, very close.” The pair of you watched as the mold sizzled to a stop before the Armorer removed it from the basin. She hammered it open, cracking the burnt and broken pieces away from the shining metal beneath until you saw the shape of the beskar come to life.
“A mythosaur,” you uttered, as the woman brushed excess dust from the face of the skull. She thread a wiry black string through the pendant, then held it out for you to take.
“An ancient symbol of our people, dating back to Mandalore the First”, she explained, watching you run the thumb pad of your glove over the shining metal, “It’s a sacred emblem, and a reminder that we who wear this armor can overcome even the largest and most deadly of obstacles. Mandalorians are always stronger together. This is the way.”
“This is the way.”
If you were being truthful with yourself, you hadn’t bled in several weeks. Possibly a couple months had passed completely lost in the feeling of Din all around you, inside your head, under your skin, on every inch of your body. You just simply, hadn’t thought about it. Hadn’t felt any different, hadn’t been sick or weak or been more tired. Maybe more of an appetite, but you were much more active, so it made sense.
It took the Armorer’s comments about the clan expanding, to force you to think about it, really think about it, and as you bound away from the armory and through the populated streets of the village, realization hit you like a brick. That the last time you bled was months ago, mere weeks after the first time you and Din had sex. You remembered thinking it would deter him, scare him away from you for the few days it took to subside but he fucked you through it all. Nothing is going to keep me away from your body, not now that you’re mine, not ever, he had said, and you melted into the euphoric feeling of his cock soothing your aching abdomen, and you came for him over and over again from the hypersensitivity. Your body would crash to shore like a wave and before you could recover the next peak was barreling into you again. You didn’t know it could feel that good.
“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, slowing the pace of your walk to a crawl as you took it all in. He’d done it, Maker be damned. He got you pregnant. That shiny fucker got you pregnant. And long before the two of you even expected it. Blissfully ignorant to the growing life inside of you for months now. You put a soft hesitant hand to your stomach, as if it could calm the way your brain was running a mile a minute. There’s a little… person in there. Your little person. More than that, you and Din’s little person. Your love had made this. A warrior.
“Shiiiiiiiiit,” you exhaled, quite a bit louder this time as you reached the skirts of town and dipped into the heavy brush of the forest. You had wanted this your whole life. With Din, embarrassingly for most of it as well, never mind only marrying the man weeks prior. But now, now that it was real, were you even capable? Could you even succeed at being the sole protector of another being? You could barely take care of yourself on most days. Stumbling gracelessly through everything since you were ten years old. You had a sharp tongue and a short temper, a fiery disposition on a good day. And yeah, you could pull your weight in a fight and hit a target from a pretty considerable distance away, you could curse your way through a few languages and you were deadly with a vibro-blade but being a mother?
But then maybe, this is what was meant for you all along. The missing piece of your life you always thought to blame on your creed. The vacant feeling in your chest that Din had patched time and time again. A child, someone to focus only the best and most loving parts of yourself into. Din was everything you’ve ever needed, but he was a catch all. The good, the bad and the ugly that came along with you since you were barely 5 feet tall he had endured, but with a child, you could fix that. You could be the person you needed for yourself. The mother, that you needed for yourself.
“Who will you be, ad’ika? little one?” You asked softly, finding it both silly to be talking to yourself and intensely intimate nonetheless, “a warrior, like your buir, I hope,” you laughed quietly, “don’t take after me I’m begging, I never learned how to stay out of trouble.” You continued the trek back to the mine, smiling as you imagined Din, holding the tiny little hands of a child while they walk, soothing their hair while they sleep. Of all the things you’ve seen Din do in his life, the image of him as a father, was sweeter than them all. “Let’s go tell him you’re here,” you cooed, “he’s going to be so happy.”
He was still exactly where you left him, splayed out on his belly across the expanse of the cot, woolen blanket half covering his lower back and thighs, half hanging lazily off the edge and onto the dusty floor of the mine. He was so— beautiful, you thought. Strong ridges of tan skin tight around his spine and shoulder blades, little dashing scars littered around his rib cage, one thicker, darker one ripping across his upper back. You probably gave him a significant number of those throughout the years, tiny imprints of you on his body that would stay with him forever.
You were happy watching him sleep for a while. Plopping down on your ass in the dirt with your back pressed against the hard rock of the wall. You could hear his low snore slipping melodically through the modulator, and it was comforting. It was comforting to know he had felt just as safe in your presence as you did in his. Willing to let his guard down, quite literally take off the armor, and be naked with you in more than just the physical ways.
You slipped your gloves off, just then remembering the shiny silver ring around your finger. It was as if it had been there all along, an extension of your skin. The Mythosaur pendant was burning a hole in the pocket of your gun belt and you unbuttoned the satchel to take it out and look at it properly for the first time. You fumbled it in your palm, tracing the long horns of the skull, testing the sharp point at the tips with the meat of your fingers. A sheepish smile pulling at your lips beneath your helmet as you imagined it becoming a family heirloom, the Mythosaur necklace passed down from Din to his own son when the time was right.
“You left me, ka’ra,” his voice was still rough with sleep as you looked up to find him watching you, chin of his helmet perched on his forearms. “I thought you’d finally had enough of me.”
You breathed out a laugh through your nose, abandoning your usual bout of sarcasm as you answered him, “Never.”
“Where’d you go?” He sat up on the bed, smoothing the sheets out around him and patting the surface, “come here.”
“I went to see the Armorer,” you tutted, joining him on the thin mattress. You held out the Mythosaur pendant for him to see it, swinging softly between the two of you. “For you.” His back straightened, speechless as he plucked the hanging necklace from the air and held it close to his visor. Of course there was no way to gauge a reaction from his face but you found the ambient silence more telling than anything else. The way he took his time feeling all the dips and curves of the skulls surface, flipping it over to inspect every edge, admire it. He closed it in his fist and held it against his heart.
“Ka’ra, this is too much.”
“It’s not,” you replied without a beat, shaking your head in disagreement, “you give me everything, please— let me give you something.”
 He tangled his fingers in your own, brushing your knuckles with his thumb, “where did you find the beskar?”
“I stole it,” you joked, “they’ll be here any minute to take it back, so get a good look while you can.”
Din pushed you with his shoulder, chuckling through the vocoder, “I wouldn’t put it past you.”
 “It’s my beskar,” you said, “from when we were young. I kept a piece when the rest got burned.”
Din shifted to snake his arm around you, pulling your body impossibly close to his until you were falling into his lap. “I will wear this forever, ka’ra,” He nudged the face of his helmet with your own, “ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” I love you, you nodded along to his words, “we belong to each other.”
It was hard to breathe around him. This all encompassing man that made you feel like you held all the stars in the galaxy in the palm of your hand. Like creed was nothing if not for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers splaying out beneath the back of his helmet to tug and play with the soft curls. “We belong to someone else now, too.”
 His hands instinctively traveled to the fabric covered skin of your stomach, holding you there against him, “ved’ika? little warrior?” He asked, his voice soft with shock. “Tell me it’s real, ner cyare, my love. Don’t break my heart.”
You nodded excitedly, cupping his neck in your palms, rubbing little circles into his skin, “It’s real.” You couldn’t help the giddy laugh that escaped you then as Din squeezed you so tightly to his body you thought he may break your ribs. “Careful!” You yelped, pressing your weight into his until he fell back against the blankets.
“When did you know?”
“Honestly, I just figured it out tonight,” you traced a trail of beauty marks across his rib cage like a constellation, and giggled when he jerked his body as you hit a spot that tickled him. “The Armorer asked about ‘growing the clan’,” you scoffed.
“How dare she,” Din fake gasped and then shielded his groin as you playfully jabbed at him.
“If only you could see me rolling my eyes,” you quipped. He reached over to start pulling your armor off slowly, shiny cuirass by shiny cuirass giving shape to your body as the layers were peeled. “She reminded me that marriage doesn’t allow pregnancy,” you sighed, “that I’ve been looking for all the signs since our Riduurok, when I probably should have been looking for them long before that.”
“How much longer?” He quickly understood.
“Months Din, maybe three now,” you pried off your chest plate while he worked on the shields across your thighs and knees. “It’s still early yet, but we’ve been reckless.”
“Have you felt any different?”
“No, no, it’s the reason I didn’t realize sooner,” you shrugged out of your protective layers, your shirt and pants shimmied from your body and  shucked into the dust as Dins hands wandered. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. You know? I’m so happy and I’m so scared at the same time. I don’t know now if I’ve been missing all these signs, and hurting our child without even realizing it.”
“Shhh,” Din hushed you, pulling your body down to mold against him, “our child is perfect,” he said, “you’re perfect.”
The intimacy of it all was emotional. You felt warm tears well in your eyelashes while he scratched his fingernails down your back to comfort your nerves. This very simple gesture of touch for you and Din was always so intense. Spending so many years of your lives hidden behind a helmet, yearning to touch one another and then to taste one another, to truly indulge was never an option, but you pushed the limits every time to get as close as you could. You’d never stop wanting him in ways you couldn’t have him. His lips against yours, his tongue leaving burning trails on your skin. You know he felt the same.
“I want to kiss you,” you murmured.
His helmet lulled toward you lazily, a crackled sigh filtering through the vocoder, “me too mesh’la, in another —”
“No— not in another life. I want it in this life,” you said softly, sitting up to peer down at him, “I want everything in this life, with you. We shouldn’t have to fucking die for that, for just one time.”
He sat up to face you, his tender hands holding you steady as they cupped your neck, “our creed, ka’ra,”
“We don’t have to look, Din,” you threaded your fingers through the hair under the base of his helmet again, “we can keep our eyes closed, right? Lift the helmets just enough,” you weren’t sure who needed more convincing, you or him, trying to read his mind through his visor bleeding into your own, “Creed doesn’t say anything about that.”
You were wading in the waves of his hesitation, floating cooly, waiting for the tide to leave you flat on your back or drag you to the unforgiving deep.
“Okay,” he nodded slowly and you could feel the skin on his neck heating up beneath your palms, “just once.”
You straddled his hips then, and let him trail his hands across your torso, grazing you softly, like his touch may break you. You dragged your hands from their place tangled in the back of his hair to the sides of his helmet. He followed suit, fingertips feather light on your shoulders and then hesitant, curling under the edge of your own helmet.
“Just once,” you promised, and you both closed your eyes in the moment as the burden of temptation finally took its toll.
That’s why you never heard it. Too preoccupied with one another to notice the buzzing trill of a ship’s engine as it landed only two clicks away, its metallic silver body, disguised in the thick overcast of trees and skylight. The concentrated footfall that left twigs snapping and foliage ruffling in its wake. A merry band of pirating nomads, making their way through the galaxy pillaging for scraps left in the mud and sands of abandoned planets. Someone in their travels had tipped them off about Concordia, the innocuous home of banished Mandalorians. Hundreds of mines housing unearthed precious metal that would make them rich. ‘Bucket heads will never even know you’re there.’
If it weren’t for love, Din would think back on—If he weren’t so blinded by the trivial promises of forever. If only he hadn’t given the Gods a reason to punish him.
Before the helmets even left your shoulders an unfamiliar voice pulled you back to reality.
“Boys, would you look at this,” a rough drawl like sandpaper and a face just as gritty made its way through the darkness. “We don’t even have to go digging today, the beskar’s waitin’ for us in a nice little pile.”
Din was the first to draw, a hidden blaster he kept tucked under the wood of the crates you were laying on aimed directly in the man’s face.
“Settle down now Mando,” the pirate chuckled, “you wouldn’t want to do something that’ll get your sexy little girl there in trouble.”
Din instinctually pulled your body behind his, and you scrambled to cover your near naked skin in the drapes of wool around you. As he stood up to face the man, three more emerged behind him, and another two flanking each side after that.
“Seriously kid, just give us the metal, we didn’t come here to hurt anybody, ‘kay?”
“You’ll all be dead long before that ever happens.”
“We’ve got you ten to one with your pants around your ankles,” he eyed Din up and down, “and man I wish I was joking,” he laughed again, earning a few snide chuckles from the band of pirates behind him.
“I hope you shoot better than you count,” Din bit back, mentally noting only eight men in front of him. You had shimmied yourself off the cot at that point, feeling around the dimly lit dust covered floor for any given weapon where your armor had been shed and tossed to the ground— thankfully, finding the blunt edge of a blade not too far from your foot.
“Sweetheart don’t hurt yourself, he ain’t worth it,” the chummy voice of the fucker raised your blood pressure tenfold the more he talked, “plenty of bigger dicks where you’re going.”
“Fuck you,” you spat, whipping the blade across the mine as hard as your arm would allow it. By the skin of his teeth the shank missed the man as he ducked away, but it pierced the meaty skin in the neck of the guy behind him, killing him instantly. Din reacted to your kill, putting down the second, third and fourth men instantly with a quick flick and his trigger finger before the remaining men were locked and loaded on him.
“Alright asshole, I tried to play nice,” the leader of the pack roared, turning the barrel of his blaster to you, “give me the fucking beskar or she dies, that’s the deal now.”
“That’s not how this is gonna go,” Din growled back. You knew he was buying time, playing scenario after scenario in his head of what could happen. How he was going to manage these four pirates, sans his beskar that lay useless in a heap of dirt. If you could just get to your weapons, he could do it.
“Oh, but I think it is.” The sound of robotic chirps resonated from the mouth of the cave and your eyes found Din before landing on the beady red bulbs of two battle droids making their stiff and angry debut, blasters pointed at none other than you. The way you saw it, there were only two ways out of this now; A slave to the pirating scumbags in front of you or guns blazing. You and Din both knew you’d always choose the latter.
 Before you could make a lunge for the weapons scattered on the ground, Din’s voice stopped you in your tracks, “dar ka’ra,” no, he warned, “mirdir be cuun ad’ika,” think about our child. 
You challenged him with a sharp tilt of your helmet, “Din—”
“Gedet'ye,” please.
“Enough of the code Mando’s,” the coarse voice of the pirate rang out, “these droids don’t respond well to gibberish.”
You raised your hands in surrender, keeping your helmet fixed on Din where he stood. He dropped his blaster to the ground in front of him, kicked it a short distance away. What was he playing at? The droids drew closer to you until the metallic claws of one reached out to squeeze your bicep in its grip. It twisted your arm uncomfortably behind your back and you winced in response.
“Let her go,” Din reasoned, “you can have the armor. All of it.”
“And that shiny dome piece,” the man pointed the blaster Din’s way, slithering close enough to him to push the barrel against his helmet.
“All of it.”
The pirate clicked his tongue, shaking his blaster condescendingly in your direction, before making his way toward you, “hers first, hm?”
You rucked your arm away from the droid to no avail, feeling the deep purple of a bruise sprouting already from your effort. “Get fucked,” you cursed him as he got closer.
“Is she this feisty in bed, kid?” You snarled under your helmet as he dragged the butt of the blaster down the crease of your chest. “Lucky man.”
Din was on needles, never in his life having shown so much restraint. His blood running fire hot, and just the thought of this scug touching you in front of him was enough to rain death on everyone in that mine, but he couldn’t risk it, couldn’t chance that you and the child become collateral. The other men had shifted their focus to enjoy the view of you squirming, giving Din the chance to inch back toward his weapon unnoticed albeit at your expense.
“Fucking piece of shit,” you hissed, feeling helpless under the trail of his blaster, making its way further down your body to the band of your panties.
“What’s under here?” He mocked, weapon pushing beneath the elastic.
There was no bone in your body convincing you to submit, nothing in that moment you would have changed had you been given the chance to look back, even as you wound your neck back and slung it forward, connecting your helmet with his skull hard enough to hear it crack.
The frenzy had begun before his body hit the ground, Din lunging for his abandoned blaster and taking out two of the preoccupied men, blaster fire flying in a blaze around you both. Through the chaos you felt the droid grip loosen just enough to weasel your arm from its confines, jolting at the first sight of a weapon laying limp in the palm of the skull crushed pirate's hand. Only he wasn’t dead at all; half conscious, weak and dizzy on the floor, but not dead.
The sound of a droid dropping to the ground behind you pulled your attention for a split second as Din blasted a hole through its center just as it took aim at you. You held his gaze and nodded in gratitude, momentarily finding peace in all the incessant madness as you watched your husband prove lethal in his element.
It was the stab of white heat through your abdomen that brought you back to reality, a stinging syringe of pain that crept deeper and deeper until it knocked you to your knees. A wildfire spread inside you, and you looked down to see the pooling blood on your hands as you held them to your stomach, shock and adrenaline the only thing keeping you alert.
The shot rang Din’s ears like a bomb. Helmet whipping toward the sound in time to see you collapse next to your assailant, the half dead pirate holding a blaster to your side from the heap of his own blood he laid in on the ground. Everything happened so fast.
“No!” He bellowed as he watched you fall, the muddied chant of your name leaving his throat in shattering screams and then choked sobs as he fought his way closer to you. Snapping the neck of a final pirate in his blinding rage before shooting a hole through the head of the remaining droid. He kicked the blaster free from your attacker's limp hand and crushed his throat under the weight of his boot in the same breath.
“No, no, no” he pleaded with you, dropping down beside your un-moving body and pulling you into his lap. “Talk to me ka’ra, please.” He shook you softly against him, holding a bloody hand over your pulse to feel your heartbeat, when he got no response, he shook you harder, “It’s nothing—it’s just a scratch, c’mon baby.”
He pressed his palms into your wound, panic seeping deep into his bones when he realized the bleeding wasn’t stopping, it wasn’t going to stop.
“Don’t — don’t leave me,” his head hung down to rest against the meat of your belly as he succumbed to a sob, feeling the universe crash around him, “Both of you, no, please don’t leave me. It’s supposed to be forever, ka’ra remember? Us and our clan, our family. Fuck, please I’m — I can’t. I can’t do this without you.”
He knew you were gone within minutes, but he rocked you back and forth in his arms long after. Asking you to come back to him, to forgive him. “Shhh, shhh, my star, my warrior, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” he lulled as he held your hands in his own, unable to stop his own violently shaking body when his guttural cries ripped him open at the seams— when he finally accepted that you weren’t coming back to him. That he had lost everything in his life over and over again and that would always be the hell he was banished to. His parents, his wife, his sweet unborn child. A force around him pushing him toward eternal loneliness and solitude since he was young.
“Fuck you!” He screamed into the dark nothingness above, beating his own chest as he yelled, “Fuck you Gods! Fuck you Maker! Fuck all of you! Give her back to me!” He yelled until his voice broke and his chest heaved unsteadily, collapsing again into your body as it draped over him. There’s no one else to blame, Din. He could hear his own voice in his head on a loop. You’re the only one here.
This must be some sort of eternal damnation, he thought. Repentance for crimes he committed in every life he’s lived. His cocksure attitude and naive invincibility catching up to him like a blistering burn. It was his fault. It was all his fault. Getting attached, getting greedy. He was given another crack at life when the Mandalorians saved him on Aq Vetina and he fucked it all away for inconsequential promises. You were fire, all around him from that very first night and he tried to stay away but how was he supposed to know the way a flame would burn if he never reached out to touch it. Now there was nothing left, now there was ash.
When he finally did move, he carried you against his chest to the bed, covering your body with blankets as he gathered all your armor from its scattered places around the mine. He dressed you then, carefully putting your shirt over your head, slipping your legs into place in your pants like he had done so many times before. Redressing your tired naked body after he spent hours worshiping it between these same sheets. He fit your beskar back onto your limbs, hugging your shape perfectly as it always had.
Din sat there beside you for what felt like hours, rotating through his stages of grief that either left him sobbing, crushed under the weight of his own guilt or cursing and wishing himself dead too.
“We should have never waited for another life,” he finally said, trembling hands pushing your helmet up enough to reveal the plush skin of your lips. Tilting his own helmet back, he leaned down to meet your mouth with his own leaving a soft brush of his skin against yours. “I’ll find you again.”
Mandalorians were never big on burial. In most cases mass unmarked graves were dug to let fallen warriors rest together. It was important to be buried in your armor, to protect you in your next life, so Din carried you in your beskar to the edge of the sprawling mountain range to see you rest. Overlooking the valley and river, shaded under the protection of the Torrent Wisp trees. The scorched bark left by your jet-pack all those months ago just above you, and Din wept then at the memory of that day. The day that started this all.
“Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la, ner ka’ra, not gone merely marching far away, my star,” he whispered into the wind and watched the words carry themselves away and bleed into the colors of the rising sun.
Din never returned to the mine after that. He never even returned to the village. Ashamed to show his face to the clan that raised him to be a warrior when he couldn’t even protect the one he loved the most. The empty ship, now abandoned by the company of pirates and droids, sat idly in the deep forest and Din boarded the model Razor Crest without hesitation— leaving everything he knew behind on Concordia.
He could go anywhere, any place, start again where nobody knew him. Taking bounty jobs for petty credits and running with militant crews where he could work out the pain of losing you through violence, the only way he knew how. This life of solitude kept him cold. And while he was stoic and feared, he was respected. He stayed busy, but it still took years before Din didn’t cry himself to sleep at night. Kept awake far too long by his own thoughts, his own vivid picture of you lifeless in his arms.
As time passed, his loneliness manifested into burying his guilt in other women. Chasing the high you gave him inside the body of another. Able to close his eyes and see you, to pretend, to release. To have you in this sick and twisted way that left him nauseous and disgusted with himself, but he welcomed that feeling. He deserved that feeling, he thought.
It was The Tribe on Nevarro that eventually pulled him from his decade-long violent bender. He wasn’t the same young infallible Mando anymore, even if he had yet to meet his match, but he was tired. Of fighting, of running, of merciless killing.
The Mandalorian covert took him in without question on a promise he would help sustain their secrecy on the planet. Provide for the remaining Mando’s in hiding.
After the Empire fell fuel was scarce and the credits even scarcer, but the leader of the Bounty Hunters Guild, a man called Greef Karga offered him some semblance of normalcy. Do a job, earn your living. He kept to himself but it was hard to remain low key when you were as good as Din was. The best bounty hunter in the parsec, and it wasn’t even close.
You visited him often, nearly every night in his dreams unless the spearhead of exhaustion pinned him down too heavily. Sometimes he could even hear your voice, in a bustling cantina while on a hunt, forced to fight the tightening ache in the pit of his stomach while he searched for something that wasn’t there.
Some twenty years after your death, the image of you and your child would materialize for him in the form of something entirely different; a bounty on Arvala-7. And he’ll know at first glance it was you that sent him there. That this was his second chance.
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All Men Have Limits - IV
Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne
Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.
Word Count: 3,800+
Previously on…
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As Y/N packed her bags, she was also brainstorming her route once she got to her safe house. She’s just stay there for a couple of nights. Then she’d leave town. Gotham wasn’t safe for her right now. And if she was out of city limits, The Court of Owls had less influence. Though she didn’t doubt they’d send an assassin to the other side of the world to hunt her down.
Y/N looked around her extravagant room.
She doubted she’d ever be back here.
Things were getting…complicated.
It was a cruel reminder for why she kept to herself. People meant drama. Drama meant distractions. And distractions meant she wasn’t focused on the task at hand – which was bringing down the corrupt.
Y/N was just zipping up her duffle when there was a knock on her door.
“Come in!” She turned to see Dick walking in.
He eyed her bag. “What are you doing?”
“I was just about to go pack up my equipment in the cave.”
“No, you’re not. You’re staying here,” he confirmed.
She gave him a repulsed look. “Uhh…No, I am not. This mansion is about to be flooded with unidentified members of The Court.”
“Sure is,” Dick smirked. “But I have a solution.”
He held out his hand to show a bracelet. It looked expensive. The band was gold but there was a giant garnet gemstone at the center of it.
Dick handed it to Y/N.
“You shouldn’t have?” Y/N asked with confusion.
“I called in a favor with an old friend. She’s a magician.”
Y/N tried not to laugh, “A magician?”
Dick gave her a playful glare. “Yeah, a magician. But it’s not tricks and gimmicks. She knows actual magic.” He tapped the gemstone. “When you wear this, you’ll look like a different person. It’s a cloaking spell.”
“Why didn’t you guys suggest this right away?”
Dick sighed. “Bruce isn’t fond of metas and…magic.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to just leave?”
“I would rather have you in disguise with our eyes on you, than have you out of reach,” he explained softly. “When you’re wearing this, all of us will still be able to see the real you. But not anyone else.”
“I don’t want to go to this stupid gala. I’ll just wear this and stay in my room or the cave.”
“Well…that’s the other part,” Dick cleared his throat awkwardly. “You’re gonna be my date.”
Y/N blinked in surprise. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone asked her on any kind of date. Not that Dick even asked. He more so told her.
“That wasn’t exactly a request, Dick.”
“Everyone knows everyone. If you’re by yourself, people will ask too many questions. But if you’re my date, no one will think twice why you’re there.”
“I-I don’t have anything to wear…”
Dick laughed lightly. “Alfred already sent out for a dress and shoes for you.”
“…why do I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?”
“Come on, Y/N. You know it’s not like that.”
Y/N remained annoyed.
“I’ll be here at your door around 8 tonight, k?” Dick gave her a soft smirk.
“Fine.”
———————
This was just another night for Dick. He’d been dragged to enough of these stupid galas to know the drill: wide smiles, forced laughter, and lay the charm on real thick. With the way this family handled their identities, they could’ve been a family of actors instead of vigilantes.
Dick straightened his cufflinks as he made his way to Y/N’s room.
He could hear the murmur’s of the guest from the ballroom, proving just how many people were attending for the sound to reach him in such a giant manor.
There was a part of Dick that half expected Y/N to be in her usual baggy sweaters and leggings when he opened the door. A silent protest that she wasn’t going to be anyone’s arm candy tonight.
Dick knew he didn’t give her much choice.
When his family had been discussing the situation, Dick tried to off to stay hidden out of sight with Y/N. But Alfred was having none of it. They all knew he took these events rather seriously. Especially one that was started and named after Bruce’s mother.
Dick knocked and turned his back to the door, he double checked there were no guests exploring where they shouldn’t be.
When the door opened, Dick turned around and was stunned to silence.
“Is this bracelet working on you or do I really look that bad?”
Y/N shifted as he stared at her like she’d cast a spell on him.
Dick was seeing Y/N. That was for sure.
“I see the dress fit,” he finally spoke.
What the hell was the matter with him? That’s really what he chose to say?
Though Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. “That it does.”
Dick woke up a bit and cleared his throat. “You look…beautiful.”
He never had a problem charming women. So why is he suddenly talking like a total cave man?
“Don’t look so surprised,” Y/N call him out teasingly. “Just because I dress like a scrub every day doesn’t mean I don’t know how to clean up.”
His brow furrowed at the first comment. “You’ve never looked like a scrub, Y/N.”
OK. OK. He was getting back to his normal self.
“Well…” Y/N broke eye contact from her bashfulness. “Thank you.”
Dick held out the hook of his arm. “Shall we?”
Y/N inhaled, “Right.”
As soon as she hooked her hand onto Dick’s bicep, a wave of relief washed over her. She wasn’t doing this alone; she was doing this with him at her side.
“So, what’s the the plan here?” Y/N asked nervously.
“The plan is to blend in. Don’t talk to any press. And…” He smirked. “It wouldn’t hurt to try and have a good time.”
“Right. I’ll try to do that while I’m in a room possibly filled with people who want me dead…” Y/N sighed.
“Not ‘possibly.’ There will be.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “Way to make me feel better, Dick.”
He laughed. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be with you the whole time. Damian, Tim, and Bruce will be there, too. And somehow Alfred convinced Jason to even make an appearance. You’re not in this alone, Y/N.”
“Mhmm,” Y/N answered as they arrived to the party. She didn’t bother hiding that she was still extremely nervous and on edge.
“I did really mean it,” Dick told her quietly.
His tone made Y/N tear her eyes away from the party to look at him. “Really mean what?”
“You look beautiful.”
His words didn’t fumble this time. He was confident and clear, leaving no room for doubt or insincerity.
Y/N gave him a shy smile.
“I’m guessing a drink would make this a bit easier, huh?” Dick offered.
“Yes. Yes, it would.”
Dick guided her to the nearest bar.
All the staff knew what the Wayne family looked like. Which meant the bartended skipped over all other guests and b-lined for Dick when he requested a drink, and then looked to Y/N to order what she wanted.
There was loud laughter from a group of people near them. Followed by a voice that Y/N thought she knew, but still sounded a bit off.
When Y/N looked over, she realized it was Bruce talking to a group of guests, who were absolutely fawning over him. He was smiling and laughing, and taking very frequent sips of his drink.
This was Bruce Wayne: the character. Charming playboy, debatable narcissist, and spoiled brat. But in the eyes of Gotham’s elite, he could do no wrong.
Y/N wondered if Bruce had ever considered bringing her as his date. ‘Don’t you start,’ said a voice inside her head.
Dick followed her eye line.
“Doesn’t it make you nauseous watching him like this?” Y/N mumbled.
“Not Dick. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Jason answered.
Dick and Y/N turned to see Jason and Damian.
Yes, Dick adopted Bruce’s charm. But he didn’t rip himself into pieces, building characters that were unrecognizable to the people who actually knew him. Dick’s charm was a part of his personality. His flirtations came naturally. But he only used them on people he intended on building a genuine connection with. (Though Nightwing was guilty of using said charm on targets during missions a few times.)
Y/N looked around for Tim and saw him talking to what appeared to be serious businessman. He was the only one carrying on the legacy at Wayne Enterprises. If any of the boys needed to be here, it was Tim.
“Shouldn’t you guys be making rounds or something?” Y/N asked.
Jason shrugged. “People only cared about us when we were cute kids. Now we’re just spoiled adults who are the product of nepotism.” He smirked down at Damian. “But this one isn’t out of the clear yet.”
“Don’t remind me,” Damian groaned. “At the last one, a woman pinched my cheeks as if I was some toddler.”
“I thought I was about to watch him murder someone,” Dick added.
“I wanted to,” Damian clarified.
Dick started talking to Jason about something.
It provided Y/N the perfect window with the youngest Wayne. 
“I’ll sneak you alcohol if you do a mercy killing for me,” she offered Damian.
The boy looked amused but gave no indication that a deal was made.
“Your date that awful?” Jason teased as he smirked at Dick, who ignored him.
“Do you have the hearing of a dog? Fuckin’ Christ.”
The four of them stuck together for most of the night. Tim would touch base with them every so often. But he kept getting dragged away by board members or partners or anyone that wanted to kiss the ass of the future head of Wayne Enterprises.
Dick and Y/N were laughing at Jason about something when Dick’s face suddenly fell as he spotted something on the other side of the room.
“God damn it, Damian.” Dick hissed as he put his drink down on the nearest counter. He turned to Y/N. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”
Y/N just nodded.
But then Jason seemed to spot the youngest brother as well.
“I should probably help him and do some damage control,” Jason sighed.
Y/N laughed and nodded for him to go ahead.
“Now you can see why I avoid these shit shows.”
She laughed but pushed him away, “Go help Dick.”
Now that Y/N was alone, her senses was hyper focused on the party around her.
As she reached for her drink, she noticed that her surrounding area had gone eerily quiet. And she felt far too many eyes on her. There were hushed whispers and even gasps. 
“Would you care to dance?” A voice asked from behind her.
Y/N’s entire body tensed.
She turned to see Bruce waiting patiently for her response.
But the look on his face was that of a man she didn’t know.
Bruce had a charming glitter in his eyes and his smirk was arrogant.
Y/N looked around at their audience, then at the dance floor. She was desperately trying to remember the last time she danced with someone.
“Umm…I don’t really know how–” her words came out so slowly.
“How to dance?” Bruce offered.
Y/N nodded.
“You just need a good partner,” he reassured her as he held out a hand.
‘What a fucking line,’ Y/N thought as she tried not to roll her eyes. She half expected him to add a wink.
Bruce guided her to the center of the dance floor and then pulled her closer with his right hand while his left wrapped around her hand.
Y/N wasn’t expecting him to pull her so close, but their body’s were now pressed together.
Bruce moved his mouth to her ear. “Relax,” he murmured.
“It’s hard to relax when you’re using me to set up your new flavor of the week,” she criticized. “Everyone is watching us.”
Bruce may be used to such scrutiny, but Y/N had zero experience with it. And it was safe to say she hated it.
“They’re not looking at me. They’re looking at you,” Bruce corrected.
“A woman who’s not even me. It’s just the dress.”
“I’m happy you like it, seeing as I picked it out,” he commented smugly.
Y/N’s chest tightened at the revelation.
“I see the real you right now, and that’s who I asked to dance.”
Y/N wanted to make a run for it. She didn’t want Bruce with an audience. She just wanted him to herself and she wanted him as he really was.
But her brain shut down for just this song and she followed her heart.
If Y/N concentrated hard enough, she could ignore all the invasive gawking. If she closed her eyes, it was just her and Bruce. So, Y/N tucked her head into his shoulder and let Bruce glide them across the floor.
Somehow she felt that Bruce was allowing himself this as well.
One song was not enough for what they both needed and wanted.
But Y/N would take what she could.
Though what she did not expect was to finally pull away to see Bruce looking utterly heartbroken. As if pulling away from her was the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. And for the first time, Y/N legitimately considered that Bruce might want the same thing as she did.
He’ll just never act on his feelings.
If Y/N had blinked, she could’ve missed the moment of honesty and vulnerability Bruce had colored all across his face – bleeding from his eyes.
Because, the next moment, the character was back.
As the party clapped for the band, someone called Bruce’s name. And their locked stare was broken.
And just like that, Y/N was snapped back to reality as if someone threw a bucket of freezing water over her.
Now that Bruce had moved on, no one bothered to keep their voices down. And the upperclass women of Gotham made it loud and clear that they were not pleased with Y/N’s presence.
“Seems he’s found his next prey.”
“She looks half his age, of course he would go for her. Typical man.”
“She’ll eventually learn like we all did.”
“I still say he was the best lay I ever had.”
“Remember when we both slept with him in the same week?”
Now Y/N wasn’t just brought back to reality – she was put in her place.
Before she could even realize what was happening to stop it, her eyes were filled with tears. She had to get out of there.
“Excuse me,” Y/N whispered desperately and she tried to push her way through the crowd.
As soon as she made it outside, she let out a gasp. The fresh air helped, but it wasn’t enough.
There wasn’t any guests outside, but Y/N didn’t feel a safe enough distance from the party. The gardens and maze were in her peripheral and it took her all of two seconds to decide that would be her safe haven.
She hurried through the maze and prayed that no drunken couples had tried to also sneak away from prying eyes. 
But when Y/N reached the center of the maze, she was alone.
A fountain sat in the middle and the sound of its moving water calmed Y/N down a bit. But even that couldn’t stop her tears from finally escaping.
Y/N sat on the edge of the fountain as she tried to get a hold of herself. She could only imagine what this was doing her makeup that she spent an hour doing. 
‘What a waste,’ she thought.
Her escape was short lived. 
Dick called her name repeatedly from a distance.
Y/N panicked at the idea of him catching her crying. She quickly tried to hide any evidence of tears and pull herself together.
Dick finally caught up and let out a sigh of relief from behind her.
“Y/N, you can’t run off like that,” he tried to tell her.
He opened his mouth to lecture her further, but when he finally made it around the fountain and was facing her, his concern shifted. 
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Nothing,” Y/N struggled to speak without sounding nasally. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. You were crying.”
“I’m fine,” she tried to laugh. “Seriously, Dick.”
But he wasn’t having any of it. He moved to sit next to her on the edge of the fountain. Without hesitating, he wrapped an around her shoulder and pulled her into him.
“Come here,” he muttered softly.
Why did it feel so natural for him to do that? Like he’d done it a million times before?
He rubbed her arms. “Jesus. You’re freezing.”
Then he was taking off his suit jacket and putting it over her shoulders. But he didn’t miss a beat, quickly bringing her back into his arms again.
“Wanna tell me what’s got you so upset?” Dick asked after a few minutes of silently comforting her.
“It’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid to me if it made you cry.”
Y/N took in a shaky breath, feeling like she was on the cusp of crying again. “I’m just like the rest of them.”
Dick waited, feeling like she needed to say more before he spoke.
“They were whispering terrible things. But it was everything I already knew. I’m just another stupid girl that managed to convince herself that she was different.”
Dick was silent as he processed his words. It wasn’t hard for him to know Y/N was talking about Bruce, even thought she never uttered his name. 
“I’ve got an idea,” Dick announced. “Let’s ditch this stupid gala. Get out of these clothes. Put on some sweatpants. And I’ll have Alfred order us as much pizza and wings as you want.”
Now Y/N wanted to cry for a completely different reason.
Dick was the sweetest man she’d ever met.
“Sound like a plan?” He asked her when she didn’t respond and instead just stared into his blue eyes.
Y/N nodded.
“We can even invite my good-for-nothing brothers if that’ll make you happy.”
Her first instinct was to say yes. They all amused her beyond belief. Watching the way they all interacted with each other was like watching a reality show. And it was always obvious how much they loved each other deep down – even with Damian, who would rather die than admit such a thing.
But if all of them were included, who knew when Bruce would eventually make an appearance. And Y/N just didn’t think she could be in a room with him again tonight. 
“Just you and me,” she clarified.
That seemed to please Dick and he nodded. 
“Just you and me,” he confirmed as he offered her a hand up. 
When they started walking back to the manor, Dick wrapped an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close to his side.
“I’m going to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me,” but she said it through a smile.  
Dick looked a bit nervous, but nodded. “Alright.”
“Do you know how to order takeout on your own?”
Dick threw his head back and laughed. “How dare you!”
He pinched her waist, making her yelp. But he didn’t let her escape his hold. “Yes, I do. In fact, when I’m at my own place, I live off takeout. And let me tell you, no one can order food quite like I can. Thank you very much.”  
Once they reached the second floor of the manor, the two of them parted ways to changed out of their fancy clothes.
Y/N washed her face, scrubbing the layers of makeup off. But before she could rid herself of the evidence, she noticed the smeared mascara and eyeliner. 
Words could not describe the relief of putting on baggy sweatpants and a hoodie and fluffy socks after wearing a fitted gown and high heels.
30 minutes later, just as promised, Dick was bringing up a huge pizza and a box of wings to Y/N’s bedroom.
They ate on the floor. Dick managed to light the fireplace that was in there, because Y/N didn’t know what to do with the thing. The television was on, but neither of them were watching it. It was simply white noise.
Two hours later, Y/N was laughing so hard at a story Dick was telling her that she had tears in her eyes and her stomach hurt.
“I don’t believe you!”
“I’m not kidding. Ask Jason. He took my clothes and I was ass naked, running through the streets of Gotham. I wanted to kill him.”
Y/N grabbed another wing and got sauce all over her face.
“What?” She asked when Dick was watching her with adoration. “Do I have sauce on my face?”
He tried to hide his smile. “Nope.”
She knew he was lying and then purposely smeared more sauce around her lips. “How about now? Do I have anything now?”
“No. Nothing.”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how attractive am I right now?” Y/N laughed as she wiped the sauce off her face with napkins.
“11,” Dick responded without hesitating.
The playfulness was sucked out of the room when they both heard how serious his tone was.
Y/N’s face went somber as she looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry I didn’t dance with you.” She laughed lightly, “I’m a lousy date, huh?”
“That’s not true,” he immediately shot down. “This is the most fun I’ve had…” His words died out when he realized he couldn’t even remember. “Well, it’s the most fun I’ve had in awhile.”
“Me too,” she replied with a quiet sweetness.
Through her full-body laughter, she had moved closer to Dick without realizing it.
He glanced at her lips. He just couldn’t help himself. 
The thing about Dick wearing his heart on his sleeve was that it was nearly impossible for him to hide his feelings, his desires. It was all in those blue eyes of his, waiting to easily be read by someone.  
And while Y/N looked at him looking at her, she felt beautiful. Because that was all Dick could possibly think as he stared at her.
Neither knew who leaned in first. Perhaps this was their dance that they weren’t able to have earlier.
But they made up for it by sharing an impassioned kiss now. 
Dick’s lips were softer than Y/N expected. His hands gripped her waist possessively, making it very clear what he wanted – but still being ever so gentle and soft with his touches.
One of Dick’s hands moved from her waist up her back to tangle his fingers in her hair. He tugged on the strands and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
They both could slightly taste the pizza and wings on each other’s lips, but neither of them cared at all.
The kiss didn’t last long enough for either of their liking.
But Y/N pulled away anyways, gasping for air a bit.
“I’m sorry,” she sighed. 
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he whispered through hooded eyes as he brushed some hair away from her face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile,” he added with a smirk.
But Y/N wasn’t really sorry about the kiss. 
She was sorry because she knew that things were far more complicated than ever.
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Part V
Happy Valentine’s Day!!! 
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tozier • bill denbrough
(bill denbrough x tozier!reader smut)
requested: okay so once regular requests open, here’s my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his
warnings: underage drinking, very flirty bill denbrough, smut, oral (male receiving), a teeny bit of deepthroating, fingering, switch bill, unprotected sex, praise kink, a teeeeeny bit of a pain kink i guess but i think that’s it. unedited
part 5 of the tozier series [  i  ii  iii  iv  ]
(losers and reader are 20+ and in college in this)
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when richie had galloped into your room to tell you that the losers were coming over, you’d just shrugged it off and nodded your head - you were used to your brother’s friends being around. honestly, now it didnt ever bother you because despite the pain in the ass that he is, your brother sure knew how to pick a friend or two (or six).
you’re thinking about that as you pad into your kitchen, face on the floor until you see richie’s legs sat backwards in a chair.
“hiya.” richie greets you with a two-fingered salute as you look up. you open your mouth to respond but your breathing is cut short when you look to the right, where bill denbrough stands in all his stupid sexy glory in the middle of your kitchen, toying with a lighter as he meets your eyes.
bill. oh god.
“hey, y/n.” he says with a soft grin, his green eyes alight with joy as he tosses his lighter to richie, who catches it swiftly.
you try your hardest to not fucking blush because damn it, all he said was “hi” and you’re honest to god 3 seconds away from taking off all of your clothes and leaping onto him. or vomiting in the sink - maybe both. for some reason, bill always makes you feel hot, no matter how old you get and how many of his friends you bone.
“h-hi bill, how are you?” you ask back, cursing your nervous stutter. richie, who has apparently decided to throw caution to the wind and smoke openly in your kitchen instead of going out back to the yard, chuckles through his lit cig. “aw, you’re startin' to sound like him, sis.”
you shoot richie an alarmed look, "that's a bit rude." you say and richie shrugs it off, wiggling his stupid bony hand at you, “nah c’mon, it’s so cute!” he insists and you just turn even redder.
“n-no, he’s right.” bill mutters with another goddamn smile and your chest flutters with butterflies as you make eye contact. “but i’m doing really good, thanks. how are you, y/n? are you going to come w-with us tonight?”
you and richie both look at the boy standing casually at your kitchen counter, his eyes innocent as he pops a blackberry between his plush lips. you have to tear your eyes from him because he’s staring at you expectantly and you think you might fucking combust.
bill denbrough, your brother’s best friend, was very hot. obviously. he had always been sweet - when you were all in middle school you remember bill always being kind albeit dismissive when you would see him at your house in passing.
but puberty smacked into bill like a fucking freight train, just as it did to you and your brother and all of his friends, and bill was a borderline god now. it was completely un-fucking-fair, because you swear sometime between when richie slept with your best friend and now, you went from barely batting an eye when the boy was around your house to blushing when he so much as looked at you and waking up in a sweat after having a dream of him sneaking into your room from richie’s and fucking the daylights out of you.
totally, completely un-fucking-fair.
but sometimes, you kind of thought bill saw you in the same way you saw him. sometimes.
it was there in the way bill’s eyes would meet yours; it was there in his gentle words and sharp laughter whenever stan or your brother made a stupid joke and bill was three beers into the night, the way he’d immediately look for you every time he did so.
you’re pretty sure it was there most of the time - even before you started on this quest of sorts to get back at richie, because it's not like you weren't thinking about richie's friends before you started this whole thing. and bill has always been the boy next door, the friend that your mom always gushed about even from a young age; he's just grown into his looks so quickly in the five years since you were in middle school.
and that, in itself, is the real reason why you’re thrown by bill’s insistence that you join the rest of the group tonight - you can count on your hands the amount of times that bill denbrough has asked you to hang out. it's not like he doesn't like you, but it's more like he doesn't care if you're there either way. and you hate to say it, but that nonchalant attitude makes your thighs clench every time he smirks when you walk into the room.
“i mean, sure, that's cool.” you say neutrally, feeling way shier than you ought to when, at the same time, you’re watching bill crack his knuckles and all you can think about is him sliding his fingers deep inside of you.
“we're going to kiera gross's party.” bill says with barely any interest as he picks another blackberry out, and yes you are blushing again so you turn to look at your brother instead. you really didnt want to piss rich off, but if bill denbrough was insisting you go with them tonight...
he shrugs, "whatever, just don't be a bitch." he says with a playful grin. "oh, and don't get too flustered tonight, y/n. you know, cuz stan's coming." richie says in tease, making you flush. "shut up, richie." you hiss, shoving his shoulder and sneaking a glance at bill, whose expression is unreadable as he stares between you and your brother.
you'd had a small crush on stan when you were kids, which had weaned off eventually, but it used to be fairly obvious. stan was so funny and intelligent and admittedly very hot, but he and especially richie still tease you about it occasionally, which is very mortifying. you don't know why you're so flustered that bill knows - it's not like he'd care for any reason, and he's too nice to really tease you about it too much anyways, and it's not like he hasn't heard them tease you about it before.
you're just embarrassed.
"okay. yeah, i remember her. i'll come." you mutter, toying with the hem of the shirt you're wearing and smiling at bill. you feel hot under his gaze and your legs clench together just at the way his fingers tap against the counter. god.
"y/n, what the hell, 's that my shirt?" richie pipes up, switching the subject with brows furrowed as you blink. "i don't know what you're talking about." you say, trying to feign innocence as you grin at the two boys in front of you. richie scowls, "c'mon, stop stealing my shit!" he whines and you shrug, glaring at him, "stop stealing my weed, then."
"take it off." he grumbles, crossing his arms, and you scoff.
"big deal, rich, you have so many other shirts." you reason as you walk over to fill up a glass of water. "no, y/n, it's mine. take it off!" he insists, and you sigh, making eye contact with bill from across the counter.
"fine!" you snap, getting a sly idea in your head. a very bold idea, one that will be perfect to piss richie off. so you start to lift the shirt up from off your frame, lifting a pointed brow at richie as his eyes widen and he rushes towards you.
"no, no! jesus, don't fuckin' do that." he yelps. bill's chuckling and you can't help but look up at him, flushing under his smirk as he lifts his brows playfully at you. he looks so hot as he smirks down at you, his eyes trailing down to where your fingers still have the hem of the shirt lifted up slightly.
"i-i wouldn't mind." bill says quietly, a glint in his eyes that immediately makes you flush, your stomach flipping around at his words as you tear your gaze away, feeling the adrenaline rush from your brother's anger and bill's attention. your heart stops at his words and your stomach burns, butterflies fluttering around as a small giggle escapes your lips.
"bill, stop. fuck you. fuck both of you, actually." richie mutters, rolling his eyes and turning away from you both, putting out his cigarette on his shoe and standing to go throw it away. bill looks at you with red cheeks of his own, lifting a brow in tease as he looks at you.
"he was just joking, richie." you say with a smirk, ignoring how weak your legs feel. you grip the counter as you stare at bill, unsure where his boldness comes from but wondering if it's driven by the same reason you're acting up.
bill hums, smirking to himself as he pulls a few more blackberries and drops them in a bowl. "oh sure, c'mon trashmouth. i was j-just joking."
“william.” richie snaps and you raise your brows, confused but loving what was happening. you're slightly thrown off - having forgotten that bill's full name was william, but also because of the sharpness and warning tone in richie's voice.
“what?” bill asks with a laugh, looking up from the damn fruit carton as he stares richie down. it almost feels like a challenge, the way your brother is staring at bill, and you feel left out in a way that you don't really know if you want to be let in.
it's slightly tense and you’re shocked - richie is the kind of fucker who laughs at suave shit like that, but the more you think about how protective he is of his friends, the sooner you roll your eyes.
"oh....kay. i'm gonna- i'm gonna go." you say awkwardly, biting your lip. you hide your grin as you slip out of the kitchen, meeting eyes with bill as he winks subtly at you while richie shakes his head with a frustrated glare down at the lighter in his hands. "y/n," richie calls as he follows you down the hall.
you turn right at the base of the stairs, a smirk on your face. "what?" you snap. he glares at you. "don't do that shit in front of my friends, that's so fucked."
you stare at him, trying your hardest not to smile. you wonder if bill can hear you. "what? we were just teasing you, richie. i can't help it if your friends all want to fuck me."
he runs his hand over his face, groaning, "can you be quiet? bill probably heard that. and don't fuckin' joke about that. if you touch one of my friends i'll kill you." he snaps. 
you shove him, completely floored that he could be so daft. "richie, you're still fucking my best friend! i hate you, why are you such an asshole?"
"whatever. stay away until we leave tonight." richie says as he turns to leave, holding up a middle finger as he stalks back towards the kitchen.
you didn't go back downstairs until you heard the others come in about forty five minutes later, spending most of your time getting ready and calming down after richie's stunt. you decided that tonight is the night you try and hit on bill. after grinning to yourself in the mirror and flattening your top against your chest, you make your way down from your room to find all of richie's friends lounging around the kitchen. of course, your eyes immediately find bill, who is still eating those damn blackberries. you chuckle.
"do you ever put those down?" you ask, causing him to pick up his head and chew slowly, grinning through a closed mouth as if he'd been caught red-handed. his eyes move up and down your figure and it makes your stomach flutter. he doesn't get the time to respond because richie's already herding everyone out the door. bev's winking at you, which makes your stomach flip, slinging an arm around your shoulder in greeting as you all file into stan's hatchback, mumbling about the girl's house whose party you're going to.
you spend the first two hours with bev and mike, playing pong and sipping casually on mixed drinks while you catch up with people you haven't seen since you graduated.
a while after, mike and bev start to play king’s cup. you opt out, instead deciding to go find some of the others. when you make your way to the kitchen, you find richie and stan taking body shots off of two girls you remember from your bio class junior year. 
the sting of jealousy you get from the girl as she cards her fingers through stan's curls instantly makes you sour, shoving richie as you grab a mike's hard lemonade and crack it open on the counter.
"what's wrong with you?" richie mumbles, wiping his mouth as the girls walk away. stan smirks as he leans on the counter, his cheeks red. god, you hate being so horny. where's bill?
your eyes linger over the crowd and richie, always the asshole, takes the opportunity you'd accidentally just presented to him. "you sad stan the man isn’t taking body shots off of you? you’re not really his type, sorry.” 
you gape at richie, feeling like you could murder him on the spot. you’re bright red, not daring to look at stan as he mutters, “richie, you’re a fucking asshole.” 
you glare at your brother. “just trying to find the best thing to kill you with. i want you dead.” 
"whatever, you don't need to be so sensitive." richie teases, craning his neck when somebody calls his name from the backyard. "sis, duty calls. catch you in a bit." he adds, his attention on your friend who'd just shown up and is waving richie over. the sight of her makes you roll your eyes at richie.
as the boys leave, stan nudges you, "don't listen to him, he just doesn’t like the idea of me liking you more than him. you're cute when you blush." he nudges your chin with his fingers and then laughs when you flush even more, turning and making his way through the crowd with a drunken goodbye.
jesus christ. 
now that you're alone, you want to scream. your eyes roll back as you rub your face with a short sigh. what the fuck were you thinking, getting involved with ben, bev, mike, and eddie? and now bill? plus, what’s stan up to, since when was he such a flirt? 
god, you're way over your head.
“a-are you okay?" the devil himself asks as he pads into the kitchen behind you, a smile on his face. great.
you sigh, shaking your head, "richie makes me so fucking mad sometimes." you say honestly, wary of talking shit about richie to his best friend. bill just nods, and you realize for a second you really let yourself think that richie's friends didn't know he was an asshole.
"you know,” bill smirks, “r-rich told me to stay away from you tonight.”  bill just takes three steps closer, oh so slow, and it unintentionally backs you against the counter.  your mouth goes dry, your body buzzing at the proximity.  slowly, bill places his hands next to you and leans on the counter.  “we should just get back at him to piss him off.” he mutters and your eyes widen, lips parting as you stare at him. "it's f-funny when he's mad."
your eyes bounce down to his lips, which are curled in a smirk and you breathe out shortly. "how do you suggest we do that?" you whisper, hands snaking around his shoulders and ignoring the pounding in your heart. he smirks, "d-don't know. what would piss him off the most?"
you grin, feigning innocence. "y'know... maybe if we just went into a room together right in front of him. he'd get somad." you say with a giggle. bill chuckles, turning back to see richie laughing loudly with your old friend by his side, telling some stupid story that was probably making everyone roll their eyes. "let's go, then." bill says, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the kitchen, your face burning already at how easy that just was.
you pass the group of people that richie's in, and bill sends you a look before he taps a kid next to richie on the shoulder, effectively grabbing richie's attention. "h-hey, can you hold onto this drink? just for a bit?" bill says, handing him his cup. you follow bill's lead, handing your drink to your friend and asking her to hold onto it. "we'll be back in a bit." you say, sending her a wink and making richie furrow his brows.
you see his eyes follow you as bill grabs your hand and pulls you towards the closest room, his hand falling to your back as he ushers you into the room. as the door closes, you let out a bit of a laugh, shaking your head. you sit on the ground in the empty bedroom and bill follows, his knees grazing yours and making your stomach flip embarrasingly. he pulls out a deck of cards. "w-want to play something while we w-wait?"
you snort, realizing if you want to make richie suspicious you should at least stay in here for a bit. and it's not like you're complaining that you have to spend time alone with bill denbrough. "you want to play war?" you ask, looking at bill.
he nods and starts shuffling, handing you half the deck. "he's going to kill me." you mumble with a slight laugh. bill sends you a look. "he's going to kill m-me, not you." he says, shaking his head.
you laugh, "no, he's going to be furious. he's a bit hypocritical, he doesn't want me to have sex with you, let alone be nearyou, but he's probably going to take home my best friend again tonight."
bill hums, and that's when you realize how blunt you'd just been.
"he just d-doesn't like it when people have fun." bill says, lifting a brow as his voice goes lower. you turn slightly red as you make eye contact. "and it sounds like he kind of deserves it, anyways. i think if we had sex it would be a win-win."
you blink because wow, bill is much smoother than you expected. you look at him, his dark auburn brows rising above his half life eyes, which are trained on your lips. "then what's stopping us?" you say in a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.
and just like that's you're kissing bill.
his lips are chapped and warm, strong against you as he pulls you closer by your neck. he smells amazing, and you surge up against him with a small sigh when his tongue brushes along your bottom lip. you're about to move over and straddle him, but a noise makes you pull away.
"out of the way!" you hear your brother's voice distinctly call muffled from behind the door and you jerk away from bill suddenly. he chuckles at you and you both pull yourselves together just as the door bursts open, richie standing at the doorway. you blink up at him with a smirk, the deck of cards in your hand as bill asks him innocently, "what's up, r-rich?"
"what the hell are you doing in here?" he snaps, looking between you with angry eyes. you snort, "we were going to play war. is that okay, dad?" you spit sarcastically. richie rolls his eyes, "get out. we're leaving anyways."
and he turns, leaving the door wide open as he tries to grab mike's attention. you meet bill's eyes and you both laugh awkwardly after having been interrupted, ignoring the red on your cheeks as you make your way towards the front of the house to meet up with the others.
richie acts like a toddler for the ride home, the streets at one in the morning empty as you all sing along terribly to the music stan plays. he's pouting and sending you and bill death glares from where the two of you sit in the trunk of the car, making you smirk to bill when richie looks away.
but after you've all gone to bed, you toss and turn in your room by yourself, unable to get bill off your mind. his lips, his hands on your neck and waist... after thirty minutes of debating, you finally pull yourself up and creep out of your room to find him in the basement with the others. you're not sure what your plan is, but luckily you don't have to finish it because you nearly run into him five steps away from your bedroom door.
"oh!" you say, jumping a bit in the dim lighting. "y/n." he says, looking surprised and guilty. "what're you doing up?" you say, letting out a breath as your heart rate jumps.
"can't sleep." bill explains, green eyes boring into yours. you hum, nodding and ignoring the blatant lie bill just told, ignoring that he's walked up two flights of stairs towards your room just because he 'can't sleep.'
it makes you grin. "well, i still have that deck of cards we were using earlier." you say, sending him a look as you gesture slightly to your bedroom behind you. bill smirks, "we n-never did get to play that round of war, did we?" he says with a charming smile.
it's mostly quiet as you set up the deck, the tension of being alone together in the middle of the night in your bedroom making you seem like you're doing something you're not supposed to. it makes you feel warm as you start playing, the first time you draw the same card giving you a good idea.
after you flip your fourth card down and see you lost, you let out a sigh. "fuck." you whisper, reaching and pulling your top off. you toss it to the ground next to where you and bill sit and then you dare to look at him.
his eyes are wide, cheeks flushed as he stares at your chest, your skin glowing against the fabric of your bra. "fuck." he nearly moans, and the noise makes you instantly clench your thighs. "these rules are n-not the ones my parents taught me." he says with a swallow. you laugh a bit, shifting as your heart pounds. "i like this version much better." he whispers.
the next time you both draw the same card, he loses, and he smirks, pulling his own shirt off. it makes you turn red because yeah, you forgot he and stan are on the baseball team and you did not expect him to be this fit. you lick your lips, pulling your eyes off his bare skin and clearing your throat. it's silent in the room, the sexual tension almost killing you.
as you both draw a matching card next time, you're about to scream from the intensity. you lose and try to hide your smirk as you pull your shorts off your legs, going onto your knees and grinning at bill. he groans lowly, biting his lip and making you impossibly more wet.
"i don't know how long this game's gonna be, y/n." he says lowly, his eyes glued to your frame. you lick your lips, shrugging as you move to crawl toward him, "we can just say i win, then." you whisper, throwing a leg around his hips and settling into his lap.
"well why can't i win?" he asks as his hands course over your bare skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. he's grinning softly, eyes stuck on your lips with an enticing look. you melt as you lean forward, "you'll have to work for it." you whisper against his lips, kissing him.
his hand slides from your hip up to your jaw, his thumb caressing your chin softly as he presses against you. "f-fuck, y/n." he mutters against your lips as you pull back, moving your hips softly down against him and feeling his cock twitch below you. you let out a small moan into his ear as you balance your forehead on his shoulder, your fingers roaming over his chest.
he's biting softly into your neck minutes later, making you whimper as his thumb sneaks down to rub circles against your clit slowly. you palm him lightly and his head falls against the mattress, letting out a moan. you kiss him as your hand moves, squeezing him lightly and loving his stuttering breath on your skin.
you pull yourself off of him and sneak between his legs, laying down so he has a perfect view of your ass as you mouth over his boxers. you tease his cock with your mouth before you mumble, "can i taste you?"
"y-yeah, fuck yes." he breathes out, and if it weren't for your aching need to make him feel good, you might have huffed at how needy he sounded. you pull him out of his boxers and toss the underwear to the side, watching as his cock springs up to hit his stomach.
"sh-shit," he whimpers as you grin, leading your mouth down to press hot, open mouth kisses down his shaft.
he groans, one hand coming to hold your head softly, making you tingle. you watch as he stares at you, lips parted and eyes blown wide. his cock is glistening with precum as it lays hard against your palm. you lick your lips, leaning towards him and keeping your eyes on his.
you lick a stripe up the base of his cock and up to his tip, swirling your tongue. he groans in relief and pleasure as you take him into your mouth slowly, bobbing your head and taking as much of him in as you can. he's bigger than anyone you've been with before, and the need to feel him inside you and to make him fall apart has you taking him as deep as you can.
he lets out a choked moan as you take him deeper, your eyes clouding with tears as you try not to gag. you can tell he’s straining not to buck his hips as you bob up and down on him. you know he’s already close and you smirk when you hear him moan swears under his breath. he's whimpering, his cheeks rosy as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. he's putty in your hands, and it makes your stomach flutter.
“god, you feel so good, y/n.” he groans. you pull back, sucking on his tip as you swirl your tongue, catching your breath. you take him in again, holding as long as you can and loving the way he’s writhing under your touch. he groans, one hand digging into the carpet, the other resting in your hair, his chest rising and falling shakily.
bill sits up, his eyes dark and lip caught between his lip as he watches you. “i see you touching yourself." he mutters, and your hand slowly stops rubbing your clit, your mouth stilling until he's deep in your mouth and you look up at him. "a-are you going to let me fuck you?” he says, his demeanor changing so quickly you swear you can't breathe. you turn red as you pull your mouth off his cock, a string of spit falling down your chin. he catches it with his thumb and then slips his thumb into your mouth.
"i just want to make you feel good." he says as your tongue swirls eagerly over his thumb. as he pulls it out you nod, trying to find the words to regain the authority that you'd just lost. "such a pretty girl." he mutters as he rubs your cheeks with his hands.
"please," you say, feeling desperate. "please fuck me."
he moans at that, eyes rolling a bit as he nudges you so you're laying back on your carpet. he's above you then, kissing you deeply as his hand slowly trails from your knee and up slowly towards your neglected pussy, his fingers stopping to rub your clothed folds. you let out a small moan as his fingers move, your toes curling. "so wet." he says quietly as he looks at you, watching your reactions to see what you like. it gives you butterflies.
but you suddenly can’t think of anything besides bill, because he’s slipping a finger inside your heat slowly and you're gasping, eyes clenching in pleasure.
he's building a rhythm with his fingers and you know that if anyone is awake in the house besides you, they’d know exactly what was happening in your room currently. you can’t find it to care as you look up at bill, staring back at you with swollen lips and a smirk, his fingers making you grip his hair in ecstasy.
your moans pick up in pitch and you clench around his fingers tightly as his thumb starts to rub your clit, the feeling of bliss having never felt this strong before. your toes curl and you let out whimpers, one hand tangling in his lush hair and the other holding your breast. his head dips down, lips attaching to the other nipple and swirling, making you arch your back.
his fingers pick up pace, curling and pumping in and out of you as he leaves light hickeys all around your breasts. the thought of bill denbrough marking you up for everyone, including your brother and all the other losers to see pushes you closer to the edge.
“bill, fuck, i’m close-“ you start, groaning in pleasure as he smirks slightly. you whimper when he pulls back, a devious smirk playing on his lips, his fingers sliding out of your heat. you moan at the sight of him, shirtless and hair missed up from your fingers, his mouth sinful.
he reaches his hand up to you and obediently you take his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking up yourself from him. he watches with his mouth slightly open and eyes dark, pumping himself in his other hand. "fuck." he mutters as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, staring down at you. "you sure you want to?" he asks, lips close to yours. you nod, "please, bill, need it so bad." you say, hands rising to his shoulders.
he says nothing then, instead lining up at your entrance and teasing your swollen clit with his head. he's kissing up and down your throat and you let out a whimper, gripping his bare shoulders. and then he pushes into you slowly, his teeth grazing your neck. the sudden stretch fills you to the brim and you let out a guttural noise at the feeling. your back rubs uncomfortably against the carpet as he pushes into you, but your hands grip his shoulders tighter and all you can think about is bill.
“fuck, bill.” you mumble, moaning his name as he starts thrusting, building his pace slowly as you adjust to his size. "harder." you barely get out, whimpering as his hands grip your hips, and then he’s snapping his hips into yours.
“fuck, you're perfect.” his hands grip you, holding your legs open as your eyes roll back slightly, “look at you, f-fuck.” he pounds you into the carpet, his lips then falling to suck large marks on your neck, the stinging pleasure of your bare back on the carpet adding to the pleasure of bill tearing you apart.
his hips still snap into you deeply, his arm slipping under your back to prop you up slightly, making him hit your g-spot and making you let out a loud moan. you feel him so deep inside of you that tears prick at your eyes, the pleasure building instantly. "so pretty." he says against your neck.
you keen loudly, back arching as you yelp his name. he pulls back to look at you, hand tugging on your hair so you look at him as he pounds into you. “look at you.” his voice is deep and rough and then he's pressing a kiss to your temple as he fills deep inside you, the feeling overwhelming as your orgasm creeps up again.
your fingers scratch down his bare back, making him hiss and hum slightly, gripping your hips and lifting you slightly. after a few more thrusts, he pulls out and is flipping you quickly to your hands and knees, hand pressing gently on your back so you arch it. "shit." he hisses under his breath as he eases back into you, the new angle has you biting your hand, his cock pressing deep inside you from the pace of his hips. his lips pepper over the raw skin of your back, red and sensitive from rubbing against your carpet so hard.
and he nudges your head as he thrusts into you, tilting your jaw so he kisses you. his lips are against yours like he’s claiming you, his teeth clashing slightly with yours and his tongue dominating. you’re weak, legs shaking as he pounds into you.
you moan, your stomach clenching in ecstasy as you moan out his name, coming closer with each harsh thrust, “bill, fuck, im gonna cum,” you whimper. at your words, he pulls out of you and flips you again, so you're back on your back, this time lifting one of your legs and pushing into you quickly. your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh.
“wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down. you whimper, face red from the pleasure of his words. he's slamming into you, your back rubbing hard against the ground and his eyes admiring the smudged makeup of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already.
his thumb rubs circles on your cllit and as he presses lightly, you can't hold off any longer. "bill, fuck!" you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. "so pretty." he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back.
"fuck, b-babe, 'm gonna cum." he mutters as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips as he thrusts one last time into you, pulling out. you quickly move as he rises to his knees, opening your mouth as his fingers squeeze your jaw.
he's pumping himself as his cheeks redden, chest rising and falling quickly. "y/n, fuck." he mutters he as he cums, spilling onto your tongue as you look up at him.
beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he spills into your mouth, his cock laying heavy on your tongue.
you look up at him with wide eyes as he sighs, falling back down next to you. "j-jesus." he mutters, and you laugh, kissing his cheeks and then his lips.
"th-that'll piss richie off." bill says breathlessly. you laugh lightly - if only he knew.
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IV. Little Lies | Biker!Mando AU
Biker!Mando x Female Reader (no y/n)
Links to part I, II and III 
Summary: Almost two months ago he had barged in and as an attempt to get a rise out of you, to get you to reveal something, he had made a comment about how beautiful you were. He hadn’t been lying then but it was easier to say something like that when it was part of the job he was sent to do. 
Wordcount: 4.1k A/N: Soon I will have a masterlist specifically for this story that will include any headcanon questions, edits and art that are associated with or inspired the story! Please don’t be afraid to come and ask questions and things like that, and again I can’t thank you all enough for your interest in it. It’s become one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written. 
Warnings: Language, threats, a tiny-tiny bit of violence.
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When you arrived at the Covert, the Mandalorian standing guard just nodded at you and opened up the gate. This was your second trip this week, and you weren’t entirely sure if it was the same one from before but you were expected this time. The kids inside all moved out of the way until your car passed and then went back to running around -- screaming and laughing. 
You caught sight of Nessa who recognized your car and gave an exuberant wave in your direction before she went back to playing. You parked and made your way to Syala’s open door, knocking lightly on the door jam and entering to find Lysa sitting with some schoolwork -- her little legs were kicking as she sat in the chair. You gave her a small kiss on the head, you moved towards the kitchen to drop off some food you had picked up. 
Tycho thought you were taking trips to see some friends last week. Earlier that week he had thought you were going to meet with a couple about some arrangements for their wedding  and today he thought you were picking up rare plants. Instead you had been letting Nessa and Lysa show you the best spots around the Covert to play hide and seek, reading stories to Jido, or laughing about the old days with Syala over a glass of wine. 
The two of you were cooking together, chatting away but kept looking towards the door. 
You had run into Din a few times since that night at the bar. It was usually very late and he was just picking up Junior for the night. There had only been a little conversation between the two of you but the tone of those interactions had changed. 
Where there had been suspicion on your side was now only curiosity; seeing his face and knowing his name made him less scary and more intriguing. You noticed now that when you weren’t baring your teeth at him right off the bat, he seemed to be just a little unsure of how to handle that. 
“You don’t have Junior with you today?” you asked as casually as you could. 
“No,” Syala said, “his dad is home for a little while.”
“That must be nice, to get a little break.” You responded brightly, trying to mask the slight disappointment you felt. 
“The kid practically babysits Jido for me, I really don’t mind having him around,” she said. “You know his dad is always asking me about you,” there was a mischievous glint to her eye as she chopped up some vegetables.
“Oh -- “ you were surprised to hear that, “he’s probably just...trying to keep an eye on Tycho.”
“Trust me,” Syala said, “they don’t need you to get to Tycho.”
Thankfully Nessa ran into the kitchen for a glass of water and Syala had to break away from teasing to remind her daughter not to run in the house. Nessa was too busy gulping down as much water as she could in as little time as possible and Syala had to shift to insisting she slow down. Then there was a sudden loud commotion as a large booming voice filled the entire front room. It made you jump and Nessa grinned and bolted out of the room again. 
“Come on...one more!” 
You followed Syala to the front room to find the doorway almost entirely blocked by a solid figure. Not Din, but another Mandalorian; tall and broad but kneeling in front of Lysa who had abandoned her school work.  His helmet was not shiny like Din’s, instead it was dark blue with some accents of a lighter teal with a darkened visor. His patches on his worn leather vest were also different, except the one on the back, and you saw “Heavy Infantry” spelled out on one of them.  
Lysa was punching at his massive hands, gloved but spread wide open, and she used all of her little might. The man showed her how to hold her fist and to dig her small pointy knuckles for maximum damage. 
“Paz, please,” Syala said with a slight laugh, “you’ve already got Nessa challenging all the older kids -- don’t give Lysa any ideas.”
“And how many times have you lost?” His head turned to ask the oldest girl.
“Only twice,” Nessa said smugly.
“Keep practicing and you will be undefeated.” 
“Paz!”
“If your mother says it's okay.” He added quickly. 
It was too late. You could tell from the smile on Nessa’s face she was ready to wrestle every kid her size and beyond until she was some kind of champion amongst them. You had to laugh at the way the Mandalorian, Paz, seemed to sheepishly get to his feet at Syala’s pointed look. His attention turned towards you and you offered him a small smile and a little wave. 
“You must be the sister-in-law.”
You nodded before properly introducing yourself, holding out a hand to shake. He didn’t even look at it, just left you standing there foolishly with a hand out.
“I saw you came two days ago, and now you’re here again.” His tone was not welcoming, and outright combative. Even that simple sentence sounded like some kind of accusation.
“Is that a problem?” you asked with a forced politeness and a tight smile. 
Part of you was still scared of the Mandos, especially being greeted by this one with so much hostility. But you had not learned your lesson apparently, and were ready to go toe to toe with yet another Mandalorian if it came down to it. Syala sensed this immediately.
“Obviously not,” Syala cut in, her tone even, “since I invited you here, right, Paz?” 
All he gave in response to that was an almost inaudible grunt. 
The kids were still around but you guessed that if they weren’t he would have some choice words to say to you -- and the only reason you could think of that would make him so unwelcoming was your brother. But Tycho was also the kids’ father, and whatever manners this Mando had seemed to keep him from bringing him up around the little ones.
Feeling the tense air between all the adults in the room, Nessa blurted out, “auntie! You haven’t checked on our plants yet!”
“You’re right,” you said before looking away from the Mandalorian. You turned to her, “why don’t you two show me?”
Nessa and Lysa quickly exited the room, suspecting some ‘grown up talk’ was going to happen and dragged you along with them. You barely made it out of the room before the burly Mandalorian began speaking in a hushed tone to Syala.  
Nessa and Lysa had found a great spot in their shared room on the windowsill for their new plants. They got more than enough light and had a small tray underneath to catch any excess water. You inspected the plants and they seemed to be doing just fine, if not a tad bit overwatered. You gave the two girls all the best tips you could -- writing them down on a piece of paper so they could refer back to it. 
“When they grow a little more I’ll bring you some new pots to put them in,” you promised. 
“How big will they get?” Lysa asked excitedly.
“These ones can get really big if you take good care of them,” you said.
“As big as a tree?” Nessa inquired. 
“Not quite that big,” you laughed, “to get a big one like that you have to have patience and know how to keep them healthy.”
You made a bargain with the girls: if they could get the plants you had already given them to grow enough you would see about finding them some really big ones. They excitedly discussed what kinds they would want but over their conversation you heard voices get a little louder in the other room. 
You peered out of the door into the hallway and heard an argument -- two male voices. The girls were distracted so you slipped away to find not one but two Mandalorians in Syala’s living room, and it looked like they were a few moments away from brawling. 
You recognized Din easily and Syala looked to you with a slight roll of her eyes but seemed unsure of what to do. The two men were speaking in a language you didn’t understand. Din was shorter and of a smaller stature but he didn’t seem intimidated in the least, and you thought Paz might be trying to make himself even larger, if that were even possible. It was a lot of testosterone and posturing and you had no idea what sparked it but before you could even think to ask there was a sudden weight on your leg. 
Leaning against your shin and grabbing at the fabric of your pants was Junior, big brown eyes turned up to you inquisitively. 
“Hi,” you said, kneeling down to be at a better level. “Do you know what this is all about, little one?”
He babbled at you and his face brightened with a huge smile. 
“Yeah, me neither.” 
Paz murmured something under his breath which made Din curse and then there was the short sound of scuffling before Syala shouted.
“Okay, out -- not around the kids,” she insisted. 
When you looked up from Junior, Din had Paz’s leather vest gripped in his gloved hands and Paz was holding on to the edge of Din’s helmet like he was going to pull it off. 
“Sy -- “ Paz began in protest.
“Out.” She cut him off, “we’ll talk later.” 
Paz stormed out after that and Din looked back to Syala. “I apologize.” 
“It’s fine,” she waved him away with a sigh. 
“I’ll be right back for the kid,” he said and then followed after Paz.
“What was all that about?” You asked once he had gone. 
“It’s…” Syala trailed off, “it’s nothing. Those two butt heads a lot, this is pretty normal.” 
“Oh,” you nodded, “okay.” 
“I guess I do have Junior tonight,” Syala said in a happy tone, obviously trying to change the subject, “let’s see if Jido is awake from his nap for a little play date.” 
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Din followed after Paz’s large strides towards the warehouse where the bikes were parked. Luckily not many others were in there and the kids outside were all too busy yelling and playing to pay attention to them. Paz was climbing onto his bike, getting ready to take a ride and cool off. Din approached before he could turn the key and placed his hand over it to keep him from doing so. Paz tried to pull his hand off but he stubbornly held on. 
“If you threaten her again -- “ Din started.
“How can you trust her when she lied to your face,” Paz growled. “She chooses to protect the di’kut. And you welcome her within our gates? In Syala’s home?”
“She is her family -- Syala asked that she be welcomed here,” Din said. 
“Then make her useful, send her back with a message for that -- “
“Our message was made clear,” Din retorted. “We push too hard and he’ll scatter again. That’ll make things worse for Syala!”
Paz didn’t respond so Din pulled his hand away and stepped aside so he could leave if he wanted to. His point was made, and any further arguing about it would be talking in circles. Din waited for Paz to retort or to challenge him again. He was ready.
 Instead the other Mandalorian spoke. “Is there something between you two?”
Din paused, thinking of you and how you had smiled at him at the bar. “What?”
“Syala,” Paz snapped. “Are you and her  --” 
“No,” Din interjected before he could finish. “She’s burc’ya and so is the sister-in-law.” There was a heavy moment, “she isn’t a threat.”
Paz nodded his head once. Irritation still radiated off of him, but he had nothing to say. 
Satisfied, Din turned and started making his way back when he heard the bike start up. He couldn’t zoom out of the compound because of all the kids but once the gates opened up, Din heard the pipes as he tore off down the highway. 
When he made it back to the house you were seated on the floor with both Jido and Junior, the younger boy was learning to get his feet underneath him while watching Junior as an example. Junior’s little hand gripped one of yours tight and Jido was using your free arm for leverage to try and pull himself up. 
Syala came out again seeing him, “how’s your shoulder?” 
“It’s fine,” he nodded. “The healer says I should give it another week.”
“Were you hurt?” You asked looking up at him. 
“It was nothing.”
“He was stabbed,” Syala retorted. 
“Not very deeply,” Din said back. “Didn’t hit anything.” 
“Oh,” was all you could say in response. Junior toppled over while trying to climb onto your lap and you caught him with one arm saying, “whoops! Careful, buddy.” 
Syala laughed and then turned to Din. “Go get changed and join us for dinner, it’ll be done soon.”
“You don’t have to --”
“Go. Bathroom is empty, you can take all that off.”
He silently walked away and you waited until the door was closed to whisper to Syala.
“I saw him without the helmet the other day,” you told her, and when she gave you an interested look you said, “I’ll explain later -- why does he have to hide away to take it off?”
“Rules.” Syala shrugged. “Can’t wear the vest without the helmet on, can’t be seen taking it all off.”
“Why?”
“You’ll have to ask him.” She said, “watch them while I set the table, will you?”
“Sure.”
It was only a few moments later and Din returned, vest and helmet removed. He stood in the middle of the room looking uncertain of what to do now that he was helmetless.
“I’m sure Syala won’t mind if you sit somewhere,” you said with a teasing smile.
He cleared his throat and moved towards the couch, setting his things on one side and sitting on the other. You decided not to tease him any further, instead just shooting him a smile before turning back to the boys who were essentially using you as a jungle gym. 
You felt Junior putting one of your fingers in his mouth, and you delicately tried to pull away but before you could he chomped down, a few little teeth digging into your skin. It didn’t hurt much, but the surprise was enough to make you yelp. 
“Hey,” Din was quickly off the couch to kneel next to you. He scooped Junior up swiftly, grunting a little at the movement on his injured shoulder. “We talked about that, no biting.”  He looked at you, “sorry.”
“That’s okay,” you said, inspecting your finger. There were little indents of  tiny teeth and it was covered in baby drool but otherwise it was fine. To his credit, Junior was looking a little watery eyed, maybe due to the loud noise you had made and Din running over to grab him so abruptly. “You’ve got some mean little chompers, bud,” you reached out to run a finger over the soft skin of his cheek. 
“One of these days someone is gonna bite him back,” Din grumbled, “and then what will you do, ad’ika, hm?” He spoke the last part to Junior.
“What does that mean?” you asked.
Din looked at you again, that same uncertainty seeming to rise up again. “It’s a term of endearment for children.”
You smiled and then turned your attention back to Jido. “Is everything okay? I thought you were going to brawl it out here in the house.”
His expression tightened a little bit. “It’s fine.”
“He… doesn’t want me here, does he? Because of Tycho.” You said.
Din wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was watching Junior with a slightly furrowed brow. “He doesn’t trust you.”
There wasn’t much you could say to that except, “he’s never met me.”
“No,” Din said seriously. “But ... “ he heaved a sigh and then looked over his shoulder, making sure Syala wasn’t coming, “Tycho’s been involved with some dangerous people. He’s just looking out for her and the kids.”
You nodded, wanting to ask about who exactly your brother had been associating with, but Syala called everyone to dinner. 
You didn’t get up right away and Din was looking at you now, “should I stop coming around?”
“No,” Din said quickly. Too quickly. He felt his insides churn at how intensely he had said it. “He won’t bother you again.” There was a pause, “Syala likes when you visit.”
You nodded and opened your mouth to speak again but --
“Guys,” Syala said, more insistently, and breaking through a tension you hadn’t really realized was there until she interrupted,  “come on, before it gets cold.”
There was a lot more to ask him, but right now wasn’t the time.
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You got to sleep in the next day, and when you finally made your way down into the store Tycho was helping a customer carry a couple large ficuses into his car. Sitting behind the counter you started going over the earnings for the week, wondering how much to give to Tycho. All of it was going towards the child-support, but it was technically his earnings for the week. He had worked hard for it. Things were lean for the month, but the extra sales you had made from hopping around with the cart were keeping you above water for now and the amount you gave him at least would cover this month and begin to chip away at what he owed.
As you sorted through the finances you wondered about what Din had told you and what Tycho had not. What dangerous people had he been working with? You knew he had gotten into some small time trouble, but the way that Mandalorian, Paz, had acted made you concerned that there was something far worse going on. 
It felt like you had no idea who your brother really was. But no matter how badly you wanted to confront Tycho, it would cause too many problems. He couldn’t know you were going to visit his family.
You sent him off a little later with some cash to transfer his payment to Syala and to pick up lunch for the two of you. Unable to stop thinking about what the hell was going on you moved to rearrange some displays in the windows. The store was empty and you had been meaning to do it, might as well keep yourself busy. 
You were in the middle of a new arrangement when the bells above the door jingled to signal an entrance. Turning with a chipper greeting, you saw that in the doorway was none other than your Mandalorian friend. 
Helmetless and with Junior hoisted onto his hip, his hair was a little more tame, cut a little shorter and his face only had a hint of scruff to it. Wearing a brown jacket and some dark jeans, you couldn’t help but think that he looked good. Cleaned up and less disheveled than he had been last time you saw him.
“What are you two doing out here?” you said with a smile and came towards them.
“We were in town and you -- uh, you said I should come in and say hello,” Din offered, just a little bashful.
“Yeah,” you laughed a little, “I did.” There was an almost uncomfortable pause as neither of you spoke and so you cleared your throat, “what are you two up to today?” 
“The place down the street makes his favorite bone broth,” Din told you and now that you looked Junior had a sippy cup full of it. That was… strange but the kid seemed more than happy with it so you didn’t make a comment. “And the Razor Crest is in the shop.” 
“The Razor Crest?” You asked.
“The bike.”
“You named the bike?”
“Yes,” he said dryly. 
“That’s...that’s adorable, honestly,” you teased with a laugh.
He gave a small scoffing laugh in response and looked around the store. “Where is your brother?”
Your smile fell a little. “He’s on his lunch break,” you said, “is that why you’re here?” 
His gaze came back to you then and you watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed before saying, “no.” He opened his mouth to say something but Junior was now wiggling to get out of his grasp and reach for a vine of ivy. “Don’t touch,” he said gently.
“He’s just curious,” you said and reached out to rub a thumb over one of the leaves, “he can touch.”
Following your example he touched the leaves but didn’t pull. The next few minutes were spent showing them around the shop so Junior could touch the plants or smell a flower. Din was quiet, unsure of what to say. Almost two months ago he had barged in and as an attempt to get a rise out of you, to get you to reveal something, he had made a comment about how beautiful you were. He hadn’t been lying then but it was easier to say something like that when it was part of the job he was sent to do. 
Now that you were here quietly leading a conversation with Junior and not snapping at him he almost wasn’t sure how he had found the courage to say it before. You were just as beautiful, maybe more so with such a warm and open smile on your face for the kid -- he just knew how to handle aggression better and this was...soft.
You lifted a light purple flower up to Din’s nose to smell. He looked at you like you had grown another head, and you were obviously trying to hold back a smile. “It’s a flower, smelling it is not gonna kill you.”
He leaned in a little, it smelled fresh and delicate. 
“And?”
“It’s...nice.”
Pulling it away you pressed it towards Junior who pressed his face all the way into it, which made you laugh before wiping his face off gently. 
The door opened and in strolled Tycho yelling your name, bags of food in hand for you both. You felt yourself tense up a little and could see from the way Din’s shoulders lifted that he also was on alert. Din was uncertain how much you had told your brother, but he was about to find out.
 Tycho turned and took in the scene and smiled brightly, blissfully unaware of the reality of the situation. Before him stood his tracker, smelling flowers and holding a baby, and Tycho had no way of knowing that.  Somehow, though, you were scared that he would know somehow and waited with held breath for the shoe to drop. 
“Sorry, sir,” Tycho said in his best customer service voice, “didn’t realize we had a customer.”
You released the air from your lungs gently and looked to Din, who simply raised an eyebrow at you. 
“It’s fine,” Din said. “We should get going anyway.” 
“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, “of course, I’ll um… I’ll see you both another time.” 
Din turned with Junior, the baby still holding a plucked gardenia in his tiny hand. The bells jingled as he left and when he passed by you in the window there was a hint of a smile when he looked at you. Your stomach suddenly had a fluttery feeling, and your heartbeat seemed to stand out to you suddenly. 
Your brother called your name, frowning as he asked, “who was that?”
You suddenly felt like you couldn’t think. Flustered before and now worried, you knew there was some unspoken agreement. Tycho couldn’t know who Din was. But what excuse could you give him? Another lie?
“He’s the guy I met, the one who gave me a ride home from the bar,” you said quickly. 
“You didn’t say he had a kid,” Tycho replied, “is he married?”
“I don’t think so,” you said, coming up to grab your lunch. 
Tycho gave you a serious look. “Don’t take rides from strangers anymore, I mean it.”
You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Don’t tell me what to do, Tycho. He’s fine. He’s actually nice. And you were the one who fell asleep when you were supposed to pick me up, so don’t tell me who I should be getting rides from.”
“Okay, okay,” he held up his hands in surrender, and thankfully dropped the subject. 
You weren’t sure how long you could keep all these secrets from him, but if it meant Din could come around without the helmet more often...you were willing to keep it to yourself for a little longer. 
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Fraternizing and Spineless (Kabuto x Reader, Part IV)
Synopsis: Kabuto has a fixation and you sometimes apologize to inanimate objects. Ever since one fateful day, you’ve been drawn to each other from opposite sides of the battlefield.
Word Count: 3,429
Warnings/Tags: @tiktoktheclockisticking​ Bullying, Language, ANGST CITY, Alcohol, Side Iruka x Reader, Fem!Reader
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Finale
Notes: I’m fully expecting to get messages in my inbox that range drastically in forcefulness. Perhaps a “how dare you” or two. 
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You stood outside of Shushu-ya, almost as if you expected to be told to come in. A silly notion. With a heavy sigh, you clenched the warped gift in your hands, starting to regret the shoes you wore among other things. But you know you couldn’t back out now. You couldn’t miss Iruka’s birthday. Your reluctant hand grasped the door and before you could chicken out, you heaved it open.
The group was easy to spot, even in Shushu-ya’s dim lighting. Everyone gathered around the bar. A few people sat in a large, open booth. The crowd made you nervous, but you couldn’t help but feel a semblance of relief. You weren’t the first one there. Iruka spotted you immediately and waved you over. You took a sharp inhale before forcing yourself across the restaurant with a smile. You were, at the very least, glad to see him.
Iruka got up from his spot at the end of the extensive, circular seating and greeted you warmly. Knowing him, he sat at the end just to see people come in the door. He extended his arms to you in a hug. You happily embraced him. It had been quite some time since you got to spend any quality time with your friend. You handed him his present.
“As usual, you’re always so thoughtful.” Iruka pursed his lips, a sentimental expression coming upon him. Even still, the corners of his lips turned upward into that classic Iruka grin. “You didn’t have to.”
“It’s your birthday, Iruka. Of course I’m going to get you something nice.”
Iruka motioned for you to sit down and carefully placed your gift in the pile he had accumulated. You took a seat among two ninjas who you only knew by name. Iruka sat down next to who you were fairly sure you recognized as Kakashi of the Sharingan. The mask made it difficult to tell. You took your place next to Might Guy, the Leaf’s Green, Taijutsu Beast. You looked over to Iruka and wondered how he made such powerful friends. You supposed it was hard to not be acquainted with any famous shinobi in Konoha. Perhaps that’s what happened when you weren’t afraid to talk to people. You spied a few more of your colleagues around the bar, including your teammates from the last mission you took. They didn’t seem particularly pleased about your presence, but no one was going to impulsively make a fuss in front of Iruka.
You kept your head down and that’s where it stayed. The conversation went, for the most part, without you. You ordered a water quietly. You weren’t the type to drink, especially when you were as on edge as you were in this particular setting. The waiter set down your glass, making a sort of a sour face. You stared at the clear liquid, supposing that not many ordered water from a bar.
“That’s all you’re going to get?” You looked up into Kakashi’s intense eye. “You know you’re not on the clock, right?” He chuckled and you nervously laughed with him.
“Don’t listen to him.” Iruka rolled his eyes before taking a sip of his own drink. His kind gaze found yours. “You can do whatever you want, just know that the tab is already taken care of.” He looked past you and waved towards the bar. The bartender waved back.
“No, no. I completely understand!” Guy wrapped an arm around you, holding you a bit too close for the volume of his voice. You immediately let go of your drink. Your eyes went wide as he shook you with every word. “You gotta watch out for that hangover! Very smart! I commend you!” Kakashi tsked, tilting his head towards Iruka.
“Such a bad host, letting her sit next to Guy like that.” Iruka laughed sheepishly.
“Sorry,” He scratched at the back of his neck. “I guess the seat was open for a reason.” Guy pouted at the discourse across the table, arm still wrapped around your shoulder.
“Nonsense! Tease me all you like but I just know that… uh…” He turned to you with an outstretched hand and as much embarrassment as Might Guy was capable of. “What was your name again?” You took his much larger hand in yours and spoke your name, realizing that you hadn’t prior. He immediately shouted your name as if to commit it to memory, shaking you even harder than before. His shout got the attention of the rest of the booth and you suddenly your self consciousness skyrocketed. “—and we’re going to be best friends by the time the night is over! What do you think? You down for a party?” And suddenly you were expected to respond. You glanced around nervously.
“Um, yeah. Sure thing… I just think it’s really nice how everyone’s together.” Despite your response, you still felt like a bug under a magnifying glass. Sweat began to bead on your brow and your palms. You crossed your legs. “I feel like everyone’s always on missions so it’s nice to be among friends. And um, I can drink to that.” You glanced around the table once more, to Guy, to Kakashi, and then Iruka. Iruka’s eyes fluttered shut.
“I couldn’t say it better myself.” You raised your water weakly.
“Happy Birthday, Iruka.” Iruka raised his glass of sake and a roar went around the booth and extended to the bar. Someone hastily ordered a round of shots for the whole group. They came quickly, likely due to whatever likely large tip Iruka gave to the bartender.
One slid across the hard surface over to you. You gripped it between your fingers. The alcohol went down your throat with a steady burn. You let out a gasp with a bat of your eyes. The aftertaste of the ethanol burned your nasal cavity. Kakashi let out a deep laugh. Guy patted you hard on the back causing you to cough. Iruka smiled, ordering another round. You took another shot. People filtered in the door. And as the night went on, the three of you took to greeting Iruka’s guests along with him. The party crew quickly overtook the bar. A dull roar overtook Shushu-ya.
More words spilled from your mouth than you thought ever would in one sitting. Your three colleagues listened to you intently, jovially, and exchanged stories of their own. A small crowd gathered around your booth, members flitting from the bar and back. And for once in your life, people actually listened to you. You told your stories animatedly, waving your hands in emphasis. You took in the smiles around you, tales of missions and edgy impressions flying from your lips. Distracted, you hardly noticed the looks exchanged by your old teammates as they leaned against the low back of the booth.
“And I said, ‘You don’t need a rag, you need a towel’!” All those gathered around you burst out in hysterics. You felt the low rumble of Guy next to you. Iruka couldn’t pick his head up from the table. Kakashi yanked him up by his collar, revealing Iruka’s red, cackling expression. Kakashi snorted, dropping the cloth under his hand to cover his own face as he mocked his longtime friend. Joyful tears were still welled in your eyes when a slender hand clamped onto your shoulder.
You looked behind you only to become face to face with the kunoichi from your team. Her ever prevalent scowl remained plastered to her lips but they swiftly upturned into a sickly sweet smile.
“Hey, why don’t you tell everyone about our last mission? Or should I say, your last mission.” Your eyes widened and a chill coursed down your spine, remembering her unforgiving grasp on your hair following your meeting with the Hokage. You clenched your fists underneath the table, balling up the fabric of your clothing. What did she want from you? She crinkled her nose at you smugly. “Shy all of the sudden? That’s okay, I can tell it.” You heard Kakashi clap his hands together. You jumped.
“I’m always down for a good mission story,” He admitted eagerly. You shook your head vigorously.
“No, this one’s not very interest—” Another hard slap on your shoulder. Her nails dug into your shoulder.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit. I think they’ll all find this very interesting.” The kunoichi settled into her spot behind you, shifting her weight as she leaned forward. With a finger, she pointed out your two other team members. “See we were assigned with this one to find a scroll in a territory suspected of being owned by Orochimaru. ‘Cause she’s a wonder at blending in, right? That’s what we were told. And of course you know how these things go. Of course we find someone. Some bitch of Orochimaru—”
And as she described it, you could remember the scene vividly. Your teammates were reckless in their fighting and overall poor choices for a stealth mission. Flashy jutsu corrupted the frame of the underground system. The walls began to crack and shake. Your enemy had been caught off guard and outnumbered. Seeming to be already injured, there was only so much he could do to fight back. That was how you met Kabuto Yakushi.
“And so she doesn’t even warn us that the tunnel is, like, about to collapse. Some freak earthquake or something. So the enemy is knocked out cold and we’re running and running to try to find a way out and—”
You dove towards him. You didn’t know what drew you towards him in the first place but that’s what you did. As your team left without you, you tried your best to save the young ninja who had to only be as old as you. You tried to drag him but either you were too frail or he was too heavy. Your second option. Your hands ignited in healing jutsu, flickering on and off. You were by no means a healer, but your only thought in your panic was to get him awake. And as the maze of tunnels imploded around you, your world went black.
“So we don’t see her for days. You know, we think she’s dead. So in the meantime, we check out the other places on our list. Nada. We’re about to completely give up and then, wouldn’t you know, this one shows up having spent almost a week in enemy territory holding the exact thing we were looking for. Zero scratches and she apparently ‘doesn’t remember’ anything about it. Don’t you think that’s funny?” The kunoichi motions to your other teammates.
“I remember it being very funny,” One huffs, arms crossed. The small surrounding crown had gone silent. You dared to look across the table. Kakashi sat with his arms on the table, wordless. Iruka pursed his lips, equally expressionless. He cleared his throat. An awkward overtone laced the atmosphere.
“Well I think that’s enough of that—”
“Well, I wasn’t done. Almost there, though, I promise.” The kunoichi held up her hand. “‘Cause wouldn’t you know it? When we got back to the village, we found out that the scroll was a fake.”
“Well,” You squeaked, “Later we did find out that it was authentic after all—”
“But that was later,” She snapped. She ruffled your hair roughly, giving your head a slight push as she finally took her hands off of you. “Still doesn’t explain where you got it from.” She leaned in towards your ear. “Traitor.”
“Okay that’s enough.” Iruka stood from his seat. He extended his arm towards the door. “You three have clearly had too much to drink. I think it’s time for you to go home.” The kunoichi scoffed.
“We haven’t had too much of anything,” She snorted with a roll of her eyes and opened her mouth to say more. Guy turned with the most serious expression you had seen from him all night.
“He’s giving you an out. I suggest you take it.” He told her and apparently, that’s all it took for them to leave.
Iruka apologized for your team’s behavior but said nothing more about it for the rest of your time present. Most of the partygoers stuck to the bar now. Everything was off and you knew it would be as long as you were there. Your friends could hardly look you in the eye properly. You remained for a little while longer, starting to feel dreadfully sober. And when you thought you wouldn’t draw too much attention, you announced that you were leaving.
“Let me walk you out.” Guilt rattled around in your chest. It was Iruka’s birthday and you ruined it, just like you thought you would. And yet, he still offered to walk you out.
You allowed it, suddenly finding yourself standing outside of Shushu-ya, Iruka by your side. Even as the door closed behind you, you could hear the sound of Konoha’s nightlife. You waited for Iruka to speak, but the weight on your shoulders became unbearable.
“I’m not leaving because of you, you know. I had a good time. I really did, so go back in there and know that, okay?” You tried to read his face. He looked conflicted and the pounding of your heart only increased.
“I just want you to know that you have a friend. Eh, friends. No matter what.” You blinked at him a few times. You didn’t like how he said that last part.
“No matter what?” You let out a nervous laugh for the umpteenth time that night. Your eyes wandered erratically. “What do you mean by that?” You were expecting some reassurance, but none came. Your mind filled in the blanks. You took a step back. He took a step forward. “No matter if I sold out the Leaf? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“I-I didn’t say that.” He stammered. Suddenly frantic. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“Well, you’re not denying it.” You gripped onto your strap bag. Another step back. Another step forward.
“I don’t think you sold out the Leaf. Not on purpose.” The tail end of that sentence stung. You began to tremble. Another person who thought that you were a traitor. “Listen, I had a student once. He’s out of the Academy now but he was in your shoes once.” You couldn’t look at him. You focused on your shoes, the shoes you’ve regretted wearing. “I know how guys like that are. I know how manipulative they can be, how they can convince you into doing something that you know you don’t want to do.” Your head snapped up.
“I didn’t do anything wrong. I wasn’t convinced to do anything wrong by anyone.”
“I know how kind you are. I know that you had a good heart. No one’s going to blame you if someone took advantage of that. I don’t care what happened. We’ve known each other forever. I’ll always be here for you.” Iruka gently placed his hands on your shoulders and his forehead against yours. You became cognisant of how violently you quaked. You didn’t even register his confession. The sharp burning between your eyes threatened to spill over into tears.
“Iruka, please stop. Just tell me that you believe me.” You gripped onto his forearm, wanting to feel a semblance of comfort. “I’m not a traitor.”
“I do believe you.” Unconvincing. You looked into his eyes, salty droplets now silently streaming down your cheeks.
“I didn’t do anything wrong.” Iruka nodded against you without a word. A beat. You gulped. “And Kabuto didn’t either.”
He pulled away, trying to fight a frown from crossing his face. You could see it. The realization morphing his features. Iruka tried his best not to show any of his mixed emotions, but he was always one to wear his heart on his sleeve. The corners of his mouth twitched.
“Who? The bingo book ninja?” He shoved a hand in his pocket. He always did that when he was nervous. “No, I’m sure he didn’t. D-didn't do anything wrong.” Once again, unconvincing.
“I’m sorry, I don’t feel well. Please, uh, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You didn’t look back. You ran home.
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When you got to your apartment, you dropped to the floor. You scrambled for a kunai to pry open the floorboard. Throwing the plank aside, you plucked out the scroll. Unraveling it, you bit your finger, smearing your blood across the summoning symbol.
You were already starting to scurry off when Kabuto appeared. You walked right through the white cloud of smoke. He felt troubled, but that wasn’t something you picked up on. Kabuto immediately pulled out a scalpel in defense, ready for an emergency fight. You didn’t even tell him to lower his weapon. You didn’t blink twice. You stormed straight to your wardrobe, yanking out a large travel bag.
“What’s going on? I thought you were going out tonight.” Kabuto asked, but you ignored him, stuffing belongings inside the bag. You skittered frantically around the room, pulling sentimental belongings from your drawers and off your shelves. Kabuto looked on helplessly as you muttered to yourself. He could hardly catch you with how erratically you darted around your small living space. With enough calculation, he caught you, grabbing you by your wrists. You struggled against him. “Hey, hey, hey slow down. Tell me what happened.”
You looked up at him, rivulets still flowing from your eyes.
“Please, Kabuto,” You begged. “Let’s run away together.”
His immediate response was to let go of you, stumbling a bit backwards.
“What?” His mouth went dry.
“I—” You couldn’t even get your thoughts straight. You just spoke, everything spilling out of you. —“Please take me away from here.” Ever-suave, Kabuto found himself panicked.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve killed a lot of people for one thing—” You met his eyes, but in your haze you missed all that they told. You saw complete and utter rejection.
“Aren’t you the one who always tells me that you’re not my enemy? You’re all I have.” Betrayal. If Kabuto could name the expression that washed over your face that would be it. You wiped the wetness from your skin with your sleeve. “Please, you know I would be quiet. You could have any of my books. I don’t even care about shoes on my bed. I don’t even need a bed just please let’s go right now!”
And for all of his big talk, Kabuto was at a loss. He wanted to. More than anything he wanted to scoop you off of your feet then and there, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t an option. He couldn’t bring you to Orochimaru. You were supposed to be here in the Leaf. You belonged here in the Leaf. This was where you could be happiest, not on the run with him. He’s caused enough damage to your life.
“I can’t.” That was all he managed to make out without his voice cracking. And as he looked into your large, wet eyes, his heart shattered.
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“I-I can’t. I—” He kicked himself. —“You’ll be happier here.”
“I’ll be happier with you,” You pleaded. You balled up your hands in the front of his shirt. “Please, I love you.” Kabuto diverted his eyes from yours, clenching them shut.
“No, you don’t.” He placed his hands over yours, gingerly trying to remove you from him but you stood firm. “You’re drunk. I’m sure that if you go to bed you’ll feel better in the morning.”
“I’m not drunk!” You argued, getting even more desperate than you already were. “You told me to gather up some nerve so here it is! I love you! Please let’s go, just you and me. We can start over—” And with a few quick hand signs, you fell asleep.
Kabuto’s hand hovered over your forehead. He could see your fear, feel it too. He caught you as you began to collapse and brought you over to the bed. Knowing your recovery speed, the jutsu wouldn’t last for long. Perhaps it would last a half hour, maybe less. Anyone else and he would have expected them to be out for the rest of the night. He covered you with your blanket and sat at the edge of the bed, ready to recast his spell when you began to come to for the rest of the night. He knew that if you kept talking, he would have done exactly what you asked. Kabuto buried his head in his hands and uncharacteristically, for the first time in years, began to sob.
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charming-2d-boys · 3 years
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and and if its not too much for you then could you do prompts number 19, 17 and 24 for illumi as well? IM SORRY I JUST LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH KSKSKS
Of course I can! 😊
And thank you very much! I'd hug you if I could, anon! 🤗❤️
17. “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
19. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
24. “Did you just hiss at me?”
A/N: a bit long and a little creepy because I love horror and I’m trying to get into writing it as well (already tried a few times, I want more!). Also, somewhat based on an actual place I’ve heard and read about.
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   “Illumi, why are we doing this again?” The sight of this supposed haunted house - hospital, actually - made your hair stand on end. There was no one there besides the two of you from what you could tell. Except for the actors inside.
   “Hisoka recommended me this since it’s Halloween.” You looked wary at the mention of Hisoka’s name. That was never a good sign. The fact that there was also no one to greet you when you arrived and the fact that the appointment and payment had to be done online unsettled you as well. Illumi didn’t really bat an eye, apparently. Well, when did he, really?
   “Aaaaaand you thought that just because of that, it was a good idea to go through with it?”
   “Hisoka is also participating, he told me so yesterday.” You only hummed, not really believing him. Until you didn’t see him, you wouldn’t believe that Hisoka was there. You looked at the building again, seeing some broken windows, some barred ones and some that were, strangely, still intact. At one point, you thought you saw someone looking at you from one of the windows on the third floor. But when you looked better, you didn’t see anything except for a torn curtain moving from the breeze that was entering through the broken window.
   Illumi and you called Hisoka several times and even texted him, but you got no response. Probably fed up and also curious, Illumi took your hand in his and you both entered the building. Decay, graffiti, pentagrams, names, 666s, destroyed or unusable furniture, hanging lights or wires, water, mold etc. That’s what greeted you in the hallway/waiting room - you presumed because of a few leftover chairs that weren’t really nailed to the floor anymore. You were pretty sure you’d find pretty much the same thing on the other floors as well. You quickly moved your head when you thought you saw something - or someone - out of your peripheral vision, only to find nothing there. The breeze coming in was making weird sounds echo and gave you chills.
   “Illumi, are you sure we should be here? This doesn’t look safe at all.”
   “It’s fine.” Well, at least he was helping you keep calm. You looked around, noticing how dark it was despite the broad daylight, which is why you both turned on the flashlights on your phones. Tripping and getting hurt here wasn’t worth it.
   You moved through the hallways, peering into several rooms and even going inside some that caught your attention. There weren’t many things left: some patient’s files, diverse papers and documents, vials, cabinets and cupboards with missing doors, IV drips, needles, candy wrappers among other things. And still no sign of Hisoka. When you left another room - probably reserved for the nurses and doctors, judging by the amount of file cabinets that still contained some files and folders about patients and the hospital’s activity - you froze when you noticed quick movement to your right, just around the corner.
   “Illumi?”
   “Hm?”
   “There’s a ghost here or something.” You gripped onto his arm, already feeling on edge. Illumi looked at you with a raised eyebrow, silently judging what you’d just said.
   “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
   “I’m telling you. I’m haunted. I’ve seen the same thing - or person - three times already! They just disappeared behind that corner!” Illumi looked towards where you were pointing before shaking his head.
   “I can’t feel any Aura. There’s no one there.” You felt like bolting. You swore you would if you saw that thing one more time. Illumi’s grip on your hand was tight, keeping you somewhat calm, but not enough. How was he so calm, you couldn’t understand. The journey continued as you both moved to the first floor. Same thing as before, only that there were more patients’ rooms and quite a few metal bedframes left, no sheets, mattresses, pillows or whatever.
   You were still a little paranoid, but hadn’t seen or heard anything in a while. You started to relax, only tensing briefly when you went up to the second floor - again, nothing interesting or different from before - before finally reaching the third one. It was starting to get dark, what with all the exploring you’d done and you had a feeling your phone’s battery might die soon.
   “Illumi...?”
   “Yes?”
   “This is supposed to be a haunted house of sorts, right?”
   “Yes, why?”
   “Where are the actors?” The both of you stopped. You had been so tense and Illumi so curious that none of you had thought about it.
   Suddenly, you heard a loud noise in the distance, but the echo made you jump in pure terror. Something clattered to the floor in one of the rooms to your left and Illumi pulled out a few needles. The both of you sensed something, whether it was Aura or bloodlust, you didn’t know. Honestly, you didn’t even want to find out. You just wanted to leave.
   Illumi seemed to be just a little bit tense, but still as calm and collected as always as he walked towards the noise, with you trailing behind him and whispering, trying to convince him to just leave it and go. No such luck.
   When you heard another noise, quieter, coming from behind you, you remained as still as a statue. There was something or someone right behind you, you could feel it. You couldn’t even call for Illumi, he wasn’t even in front of you anymore, probably in the room where the first sound had come from.
   A shrill and loud, ear-piercing scream left your mouth when you felt a cold hand wrap around your neck and you bolted, dropping your phone and running blindly in whatever which way your feet carried you. You could hear nothing else besides the blood rushing to your head and the faint echoes of your scream, still bouncing off the walls, as your eyes were screwed shut and your ears were covered by your hands.
   “Hisoka...” Illumi sighed as he picked up your phone, going towards where he felt your Aura coming from. Meanwhile, Hisoka was laughing like a maniac. “Where’s (Y/N)?”
   “She’s hiding behind the sofa, in the waiting room.” Hisoka barely managed to speak as he tried not to die from laughing. Illumi only sighed again before going to said location, gently putting his hand on your back as he felt you shivering. You jumped, almost screaming again, before you saw that it was Illumi and you just hugged him, scared out of your mind.
   As soon as you calmed down, you, your boyfriend and Hisoka went down each floor until you left the hospital, going towards the car you had taken to drive there.
   “(Y/N), I couldn’t help it~ ♦️ Also, I’m sorry~ ♠️” He didn’t sound sorry at all and when Illumi’s arm went around your waist to instead pull you closer to him, you hissed, separating from both of them and going on ahead.
   “Did you just hiss at me?” Illumi actually sounded a bit incredulous.
   “Yes! Hisoka is an asshole, I knew that already. But you just left me there while you were playing Inspector Gadget or something while I was scared out of my mind! Who does that?!” You hurried towards the car and got in the back as soon as it was unlocked, refusing to talk or even look at either of them. When Illumi tried to talk, Hisoka advised him to leave you for a bit until you calmed down. They’d both take you somewhere to get back into your good graces.
   As they both got inside, Illumi in the driver’s seat and Hisoka in the passenger’s, you were looking out the window, the sunset reflecting in the remaining windows of the hospital. A blurry figure, too far away from you to make out any details, waved at you from the third floor, where you’d seen it the first time. You felt yourself go pale as your eyes widened and your heart stuttered. Both Illumi and Hisoka were in the car with you... so who was up there then?
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twdmusicboxmystery · 3 years
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10x22: Here’s Negan - Details
All right. Here are a LOT of details. 
***As always, spoilers abound below for 10x22. Don’t read until you’ve watched!***
We start with Maggie and Hershel walking around Alexandria early in the morning. She calls him “a little rat” affectionately, which I’m side eying. Because of Carol’s rat last episode and because we already established parallels between Hershel and Beth from ep 17 in that he went missing and Maggie and Daryl searched for him.
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Then they sing “you are my sunshine” together, which is the same song Carl sang Negan. Because the sun is a Beth symbol, we’ve always seen her in that song. I also wonder if it foreshadows Maggie losing Hershel in some way. I don’t mean him dying, but rather being kidnapped. A lot of us have thought about one or some of the kids being taken at some point, and their parents having to search for them.  
Carol looks out a broken window (Broken Glass Theory) and sees the exchange. So, she leaves Alexandria and takes Negan with her.
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Actually, the next thing we see is a dead rabbit she pulls from a snare. The rabbit is SUPER interesting. I answered an Ask HERE about the moon rabbit, and I really love this explanation of the symbol. It makes perfect sense for Beth because the moon rabbit sacrificed itself, which is exactly what Father Gabriel said cryptically in 5x16. “How you sacrificed one of your own….”
Plus the Moon rabbit is resurrected and combines the moon symbol and the rabbit symbol.
So what does it mean in this context? 
Well, I still don’t want to go into too much detail, though I will soon. (I promise.) But if rabbit = Beth, I think this is yet another example of symbolism that points to Negan and Beth having a big arc together later. (And Carol will probably be thrown into the mix.)
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That evening, Negan drinks by the fire. What he’s drinking is clearly moonshine. It’s from one of those big glass moonshine bottles. I don’t know where he got it. I looked a second time at the stuff they left for him, and it might be in there, but if so, it isn’t visible. It would certainly be interesting if Daryl left him moonshine, but I don’t see any super-obvious hint at that. If it’s already there in the cabin, well, that’s Leah’s cabin, so….
This is where he sees his old self from the trailer. Some of the dialogue jumps out at me as things Daryl might say about himself. Evil Negan says to his good self, “You are nothing without her.” That sort of thing.
The next day he goes back to the tree with the stained-glass windows where Rick cut his throat. One of the plate glass windows has a hole in it and the other one is lying on the ground. 
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My go-to explanation of course is that the one with the hole represents the bullet hole in Beth’s head. (We actually said this of the stained-glass window in Father Gabriel’s church that Sasha shoots a hole in in 5x16 as well.) And I always see someone falling down as a serious injury. So, when Beth belly-flopped in the elevator shaft with Noah, that was a foreshadow of her getting shot. So I’m kind of seeing the window lying flat on the ground in the same way.
Of course, Negan digs up Lucille, and then it goes into the flashbacks.
It starts of course with him being a prisoner of the biker gang. We do think this gang is a parallel of the Claimers from S4. Remember that I said, overall, Negan = Daryl, right? So, this guy (Craven) even kind of looks like Joe Claimer. They dress in a similar fashion, are rough-and-tumble kind of dudes. But also, Negan runs into them after he loses Lucille. He doesn’t realize she’s died at that point, but she has. Just like Daryl ran into the Claimers after being separated from Beth in Alone.
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And we immediately see a blue cooler with IV bags inside. They’re Lucille’s chemo treatments. So blue cooler/Frosty Cola symbolism. Plus this can parallel to 6x06 when Daryl accidentally took off with Tina’s medicine when he met Dwight. Basically, these are both pointing to the same thing: a future arc involving Daryl and Beth. There are also 22s on the IV bags. So, 22 theory.
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I will say that the format of this episode is a lot like 10x18 because so much of it is flashback. They even use the same font to show the time jumps. The main difference is that with Daryl, they started 5 years ago and then jumped forward, toward the present. Here, they actually move backward first and then forward again.
So it’s like a swinging pendulum. They go back 12 years to where he’s a prisoner of the bikers. Then it goes back 6 weeks to when he’s with Lucille in their home , and then it jumps back again to before the apocalypse when she first found out she had cancer, which was right about the time the turn happened. And then it moves forward to the two of them together in the house, and then back to him with the bikers.
Okay, so, “12 Years Ago” he’s telling his story to the bikers.
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Then it actually says “Two or Three Days Ago” and it’s odd to me that they don’t specify which one it is. Negan says he found the mobile medical clinic 2 or 3 days ago, but there’s got to be a reason they don’t just go with one or the other. Anyway, this is when he found an RV with supplies. He tries to hold the doctor up and Laura (Savior) comes up behind him with a bat and hits him.
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We also get a bit of a hallucination theme. When Negan looks at the RV and the dummy guards on the roof, his sight sort of warps in and out like he can’t tell for sure. When he wakes up, he’s also hooked to an IV. (Parallel to Beth at Grady.) The doctor says he was dehydrated, malnourished, and exhausted. So maybe, in addition to all the mental break stuff we’ve already said about Daryl in 10x18, we should add these to the list.
“Six Weeks Earlier” and it shows him and Lucille. The first thing we see is that she tells him he’ll have to kill the walker but he doesn’t want to. He just turns off the generator, hoping it will go.
So, she makes him read Pride and Prejudice to her. The Pride and Prejudice thing is really interesting. He only reads a line or two, but anyone familiar with the story will be able to pick out the scene. Basically, in the story, a man asks Lizzie to marry him and she rejects him. He doesn’t love her or anything. He’s just looking for a “suitable” wife, and she can’t stand him. After she rejects him, her best friend marries him instead. And this friend doesn’t care that it’s not a love match. She just wants to be settled in life.
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So the scene Negan reads part of is where the friend, Charlotte, is coming to tell Lizzie that she’s marrying him instead. This is the part Negan reads:
"I see what you are feeling," replied Charlotte. "You must be surprised, very much surprised--so lately as Mr. Collins was wishing to marry you. But when you have had time to think it over…”
Here’s the thing. No way they’re putting dialogue from such a well-known book like this into the show without reason. And I know they said on TTD that it’s supposed to be an Easter Egg for Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Fair enough, but it’s not enough of an explanation for me. In the past, there have been things Nicotero has labelled as homages to various horror films, and I’m sure that’s true, but they’re also clearly Beth symbolism.
So, you could say that Pride and Prejudice and Zombies applies to Negan and Lucille. It’s a true love story, but zombies are thrown in. That works. But why this particular passage? It’s about NOT marrying for love, or the passing of a man’s offer of marriage from one woman to another. None of that applies to Negan and Lucille. It would have made more sense to have him read a different passage between Lizzie and Darcy, you know?
So, what does this mean? We’re not entirely sure, yet. For me, I tend to think it foreshadows a future arc (I’m sure you’re shocked) and I’ll get more into that in the next few days.
@wdway�� suggested perhaps we could apply it to the Leah situation. Daryl is in love with one woman, but hallucinating a relationship with another. I think that works, too. For now, let’s just keep it in mind, shall we? ;D
Dialogue parallels include Lucille saying, “we’ll have to kill it,” which parallels Beth saying the same thing about the walker at the moonshine shack.
And of course then we get that all important scene with the green wig, “serious” mention, IV stand and bag, and walker in the eye.
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We see Negan going out to look for more gas for the generator, siphoning it out of cars.
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We also see them having fun together. Obviously them playing darts is a callback to Still. The part where they play darts is actually just like half a second in the show, which just goes to show that they did the promo shot because they wanted us to see the symbols in the scene. I want to draw everyone’s attention to the fact that the British flag is printed on the darts. This is part of the template I’ll talk about in a day or two as well. For now, I just want you to notice it. It’s important.
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When they do the candlelight dinner (*coughs alone*) they eat DOG food. Sirius reference. She suddenly says “happy anniversary” and pulls out a present for him. He says, “You know what day it is?” and she says, “no, I just wanted you to have this.” So I think the idea is that it’s not really their anniversary. She just said that as an excuse to give him a present. It reminded me a little of the “New Years Eve” theme we saw around the Claimers. Not exactly the same, but a similar vibe. It’s not REALLY New Year’s Eve. They’re just saying it as an excuse to do something else (in that case, kill Rick). Here, it’s not really their anniversary, but Lucille is saying that as an excuse to give him the jacket.
When Negan says she doesn’t owe him anything Lucille says, “I stuck with you because I could always see the man you are right now, even when you weren’t.” So again, kind of a Beth theme of seeing the best in him even when he doesn’t see it in himself. That’s a huge theme throughout this episode.
There’s more refrigerator/cooler symbolism when the fridge defrosts, ruining the last of Lucille’s treatments.
Then it jumps back to before the apocalypse. There were some symbols here as well. The main ones I noticed were specifically around Lucille. After her diagnosis, she gets in the car and hears the broadcast about the virus victims eating human flesh. Kind of a callback to hearing the Terminus broadcast in 4a.
Then she gets mad and says, just play some g**d*** music. (Music reference.) When the car pulls out, you have to check out this license plate!
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XVD-1144. The 1-1 you should recognize from @frangipanilove’s 1-1 posts. The 44 references the comic book issue where Andrea was shot in the head, and survived. And of course there’s the X. So then @wdway had the ingenious idea to ask what roman numerals X and D stood for. X=5 and D=500. So we basically have “X, 550, 1-1, 44.” Yeah, series number 55 was Slabtown. Beth was on the 5th floor. And all the rooms around them in the hallway at Grady were in the 550s. If that’s not proof that Lucille is a Beth proxy, I don’t know what is.
Plus, notice the type of car: mustang. We’ve talked about this before, but horse symbolism, and the type of car is always important.
Another thing @wdway​ with her eagle eyes picked up. Lucille is scrolling back and forth between Negan and Janine’s numbers, right? Notice the date:
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November 12. Recognize that:
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Yeah, not kidding. It’s a reference to the headstone in Alone. 👀
Back in the future again, Lucille asks Negan to stay with her. You don’t realize this the first time watching it, but clearly she’s ready to die, and just wants him to be with her, but he’s bound and determined to save her, an goes anyway.
A couple of things to point out. Negan looking for meds parallels to Daryl looking for meds at the veterinary college in 4a. Also, on TTD they pointed out that Negan is constantly putting Lucille in a position to be alone. Before the apocalypse, he left her alone to fool around with another woman, who was her best friend. He made her go to the doctor alone. (Lucille alone at the hospital could = Beth at Grady.) We see him constantly leaving her here to get supplies. And he leaves for like 6 six weeks to track the mobile clinic.
I think that’s mostly an anti-parallel to Daryl. Daryl never left Beth intentionally. But I also think it could be a future theme, not in the sense that Daryl will leave her, but I’ve always thought he would feel super guilty because they left her behind and now she’s been “alone” for 8 years. And again, not physically alone as we know she’ll be part of other groups and such, but without him and her family.
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Back with the medical people again, Laura gives Negan her bat, the one she first beaned him with, since he doesn’t have any other weapons.
All they said about Laura on TTD was that they wanted to use her—someone the audience would recognize—but also someone who had a relatively minor role. So they talked about how they could have brought Austin Amelio on and had Dwight give it to him, but because Dwight is a bigger character, and because his onscreen relationship with Negan was much bigger, it would have made it a Negan/Dwight moment and they wanted to keep this episode focused solely on Negan and Lucille. So they used Laura.
And sure, that’s fine. But they could have used any Savior they wanted. And why did they even WANT a familiar face? Why the return of the Savior with the blond hair, you know? I’m just saying. ;D
Of course Negan tells the biker gang where the medical RV is and then goes back to Lucille, but she’s already dead. This really was a very tragic episode.
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We obviously have a suicide theme here, and the fact that Negan never actually shoots or stabs Lucille in the head, both of which parallel Beth. 
On TTD, YNB even pointed out that she’s wearing the same clothes as she was the day he left, which means she committed suicide the day he left. Most of the 6 weeks he’s been out looking for medical supplies, she was already dead. Super tragic, no?
We also see keys, matches, the blue cooler again, and Negan wrapping the barbed wire around his bat. 
So, a couple of preliminary thoughts here. The 6 weeks was bugging me because they said it 2 or 3 times, really emphasizing it. I’m kind of wanting to equate it to 6 seasons. Because if Beth doesn’t show until S11 (and clearly now she can’t, unless she shows in Fear or something, but I’m not holding my breath for that) then it will be 6 seasons since Beth left the show.
And again, it’s more anti-parallel than parallel. For 6 weeks, Negan thought Lucille was alive, but she was dead the entire time. For 6 seasons, Daryl thought Beth was dead, when really she’s been alive the whole time.
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And, of course, Negan burns the house down, much like Beth and Daryl did in Still.
But here’s the other thing @wdway noticed. Check out the similarities here:
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Similar colors and structures, and both seem to be on fire at some point. And I don’t think the cabin in 5x09 was pointing toward Negan and Lucille. Rather, I think the symbolism in both instances point toward something we haven’t seen, yet. But the parallels and repeated symbolism are there.
When Negan leaves, he gets on his bike with Lucille (the bat) and drives away from the burning house. And interestingly, we see him smack his mailbox with it and knock it off it’s post. 
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Couple of things here:
The name “Smith” is written on the mailbox, so apparently that was their last name. And they mentioned it on TTD. Smith is such an everyman sort of name. It might be one of the most common surnames on the planet, so there’s definitely some interesting symbolism there having to do with Negan.
But I’m side-eyeing the actual mailbox, as part of the Communication Theme. And, on a very basic level, I’m thinking that the mailbox was intact when Lucille was still alive. He destroyed it after he lost her. So maybe it represents something along those lines, or even represents the person they lost. So mailbox = Beth.
The scene that keeps flashing in my head is from 6x03 when Daryl is riding around on his bike, searching for Rick, and he’s passing all these mailboxes in the background. 
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Then in 10x21, we see him walking toward the military walker on the train tracks (*coughs CRM, *coughs Rick*) and he passes the blond, Beth walker, but doesn’t actually look at her or see her. Do you kind of see the similar theme there?
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Negan brutally killing the biker gang can parallel Rick doing the same to Joe Claimer in 4x16.
Negan tells Craven a story about how he lost his job. He got in a bar fight. It was their favorite because it had a JUKE BOX. And they loved the juke box because it played their favorite song (You are So Beautiful to Me.) He even talks about “seeing red” and how he now realizes he can do anything he wants (read: kill anyone he wants) so we kind of see his evolution into S6 Negan here.
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And honestly, they leave a lot of loose threads here. We never learn what happens to Franklin (he’s still alive at this point) and obviously Laura stays with Negan long term, but they really could do more flashbacks about how he started gathering people and found the Sanctuary.
So then we come back to the present where he’s just dug Lucille up under the stained glass window tree. In the first scene at the beginning, we see a walker making its way toward him. Yes, it’s a blond, female walker, and I’m pretty sure she’s wearing Daryl’s shirt from when he was at the Sanctuary. Here at the end, Negan has been lost in his own thoughts so long, the walker comes up behind him and he turns around and kills it with Lucille. 
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When he does, the bat splits down the middle. Yet another symbol of Lucille’s death.
He goes back to the cabin and sits in front of the fire and talks to Lucille (both the bat and his actual wife). He says, “I’m sorry I left you…I made myself not feel anything…I miss you.” See how we could apply that to Daryl?
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He also says, “I’m going to do your fighting for you,” which I take to mean he’ll honor her memory better, now, rather than go back to the old, evil Negan he was. Which was really just years of him avoiding his feelings about her death. (Kind of like Daryl has with Beth, hence the Leah situation.)
Then he covers the bat in a white cloth (clearly meant to be a shroud) and puts the bat in the fireplace, burning it. On TTD, they do say this is meant to be the funeral she never got. 👀
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Oh, and at the end of the “in memoriam” on TTD, it actually says, “Negan is burning down his past.”
So, at the very end, he actually goes back to Alexandria. Maggie, Carol, and Daryl are near the entrance and he asks where the “A” team is going. Carol warns Negan that if he lives at Alexandria, Maggie will kill him at some point. I actually really liked this ending. It was a good way to kick us into S11.
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That’s the end of the episode. So, I’ll say this again and it will be a good segue into my next post about what I think Beth’s arc will be in S11, and how she’ll appear. I’ll post it either tomorrow or Thursday.
Without getting too much into the weeds, I think Negan and Beth will have some major, future interaction. And I really think the symbolism here backs it up, for various reasons. The symbolism itself wouldn’t prove anything, as we’ve seen this stuff repeated with lots of different characters and especially true love couples, which Negan and Lucille clearly were, despite his cheating.
But on TTD, Hilarie Burton talked about how strong Lucille was. She said she liked the character because so often when cancer victims or victims of other prolonged diseases are portrayed on film, they’re seen as angelic, ethereal beings. And while that’s fine if that’s truly who they are, you don’t lose your personality just because you become sick. So she liked it that Lucille was a little rough around the edges. She says that even before the apocalypse, Negan was just fussy enough that he would need a strong woman to rein him in, and he would also be attracted to exactly this kind of strong woman. 
Strong woman = Beth.
So, I’ll just leave it there.
Anyone find any symbols I missed?
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[fic] A Much Ado About (PSI)oulmates
Series: Saiki Kusuo no Ψ-nan || The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. Rating: T Genre: Humour, Breaking The Fourth Wall Character(s): Saiki Kusuo, Aiura Mikoto, Satou Hiroshi, Akechi Touma, Toritsuka Reita Warnings: None, save for canon-typical shenanigans Summary:  Aiura decides to combine her divination abilities with Kusuo’s powers for a super special comedic segment on Affinity Levels. Fic can also be read on AO3 _______
Excerpt taken from clairvoyant Dame Mata-Mata’s advert for Amazing Psychic Services:
99.9% accurate affinity readings and guaranteed life-long happiness! Discover your twin flame with as little 10,000 yen per hour! Some would say it’s foolish to risk your future and wallet on such clandestine offerings, but we assure you, we are no worse than the underhanded brand marketing on children’s television series! Call 1800-TWINFLAMES -1234567 to book a reading today!!
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Anyone who would believe such clandestine and shady offerings isn’t just a fool but a complete buffoon, Kusuo scoffs impassively at the flyer before him. This is definitely worse than the underhanded brand marketing on children’s TV shows.
“They’re a total noob at it, fer sure!” Aiura says, leaning in too close and posing next to Kusuo as she takes a wefie with her phone. “Like sure, the concept of twin flames and soulmates ain’t new, but to claim everyone has half a soul yearning to get jiggy with its other missing half for life-long bliss is like, a gross oversimplification.” I don’t really care to be honest, Kusuo deadpans. He stares sullenly at how Aiura’s arm is still wrapped around his; she offers him a cheeky grin and a peace sign, snapping yet another wefie before she finally slides away to the opposite seat. “Soulmates just have more natural affinity for each other,” Aiura says, batting her eyelashes at him coyly. “But just like with everything, it doesn’t mean you don’t need to put in any effort to make it work! Hey, speaking of which—the author has a super special birthday tradition where she writes and/or posts up a new story, so this fanfic can totally be about Affinity Meters, right?!” Don’t know what you’re going on about and still don’t actually care, Kusuo retorts, shoving a spoonful of coffee jelly into his mouth as he resolutely tries to enjoy his Sunday afternoon. But Aiura persists, easily breaking the fourth wall to elaborate further: “Just like how Kusuo can use the Affection Meter to quantify a person’s love for another, today we’ll combine Kusuo’s telepathy and my own divination abilities to measure soulmate compatibility via Affinity Levels! So, without further ado, let’s go, let’s goooo!” Aiura, no, Kusuo groans in quiet despair. “Miko-chan, YES!” Aiura whoops, fist-pumping the prologue away as the scene fades out. _______
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Satou Hiroshi
Conventional. Moderate. Regular. Behold the quintessential stock background character, the pinnacle of normality—Satou Hiroshi. Standing at a height of 169.9 centimeters and weighing at precisely 61.0 kilograms—the exact national average of a healthy sixteen-year-old Japanese male—he is the gold standard, the epitome of normal. It’s a shame then that few recognize Satou-kun’s remarkable ordinariness, Kusuo muses, watching said background character ambling down the sidewalk with an approving smile. Nevertheless, perhaps that may be to my benefit. Surely our Affinity Levels must be pretty high; after all, we’re both normal and regular high-school teens who do not stand out much— “I don’t think using your powers to make yourself inconspicuous counts though,” Aiura says as she glances over Kusuo’s shoulder, puzzled at his fixation on someone so… well, boring. Kusuo isn’t even listening. We both have regular aspirations and hobbies, seeking only to live peaceful days! “Funnily, I now remember peeking at Normal-kun’s fortune for Hii-chan. And get this, his biggest dream is being on stage as a rock star! Like seriously, how typical can he get?” —So, taking into consideration all of the above, Kusuo presses on, undeterred by Aiura’s commentary, surely we would hit it off as friends with optimal affinity levels! “Uhm, Kusuo?” Aiura nudges him with her elbow, pointing at the meter hovering beside them. “Not to be a wet blanket and all, but the Affinity Meter started running again as you were waxing lyrical earlier, so now it’s showing that Normal-kun and your Affinity Levels are like, really just two stars at best.” She leans forward, squinting at the screen. “Simply because he thinks you’re okay but still a bit of a weirdo. Dayum, the nerve of this twerp!” Kusuo stares wordlessly at her for a beat, slack-jawed. A-Ahyuu…?
Affinity Level: ☆☆ _______
 ii.
Akechi Touma
“It pains me to have to do this,” Aiura lets out a dramatic sigh. “But since Childhood Friends is a pretty popular trope in animanga, and therefore in fanfiction, I guess there’s no avoiding it.” Kusuo scowls, not liking where this is heading at all. It can totally be avoided. We can just avoid talking about it altogether. “Is that you, Kusuo-kun?” Akechi says as he suddenly appears at Kusuo’s side, curiosity in his eyes. “Oh, I see Aiura-san is here as well. I couldn’t help but notice how you two were standing and talking together so I thought I should come say hello, even though I was rather hesitant at first. I didn’t want to abruptly barge into your conversation, you see, as that would have been awfully rude, and I certainly don’t wish for you to think of me as rude, Kusuo-kun.” Yet here you are barging in anyway, blathering on incessantly like a runaway freight train, Kusuo remarks drily. “Well, I couldn’t help but overhear the mention of Affinity Levels,” Akeichi beams as he continues, unfazed by the jibe. “And I can’t say my curiosity isn’t the least bit piqued, even if I have little to no real interest or belief in the notion of soulmates. In fact, the existence of an actual soul remains debatable in scientific circles—” Exasperated, Aiura tries to interject. “Since you ain’t all that interested, mind if you just zip those lips for like five minutes? My hair’s gone all frizzy from the heat of your endless jabbering!” “However, these debates on the existence of the soul had also been instrumental to the understanding of the anatomy and physiology of the human body—” “Oh my God, please just stop yapping for ONE sec—!!” Aiura shrieks, tugging at her curls in frustration. She accidentally kicks the Affinity Meter to start running, and the lights blink and flash in a rapid blur before the meter gradually slows down to display four bright stars upon its screen. There’s a beat; the trio leans forward, staring at the meter in awkward silence. Kusuo’s brows are furrowed at the unexpected results; he shrugs it off as a fluke. Clearly there’s some technical issue with Affinity Meter (never mind that the meter works, in part, based on Aiura’s divination abilities, which have, to date, always been accurate). There’s just no way Akechi could ever beat Satou-kun on that scale, he’s too much of an abnormal— But Aiura is already moving forward, reaching out to grasp Akechi’s hand in a firm handshake. “Aiura-san? Is there something…?” She acknowledges Akechi’s curious gaze with a curt nod. “All right, I can’t deny it any longer. Not with that impressive detective aura of yours and with results like that on both Kusuo and my own Affinity Meter.” Oi, oi. Don’t start spouting weird nonsense now, Miss Abnormal! “All right, Akeinu! I hereby deem you a worthy rival in the fight to stand as Kusuo’s trusted sidekick!” “Oho! You’ve even given me a cutesy nickname as acknowledgment! I must say I’m quite flattered, Aiura-san.” How about I side-kick both of you out of my life right now? Kusuo sighs, mildly perturbed by this unexpected turn of events.
Affinity Level: ☆☆☆☆ _______
iii.
Toritsuka Reita
…… …… …… What, did you seriously think Toritsuka was getting a proper scene? He’s already way too pathetic. NEXT— “W-wait, did you just cut my scene?!” Toritsuka shrieks from the void like a headless chicken. “Don’t just write me off, Saiki-saaan!!” —Saiki exits stage left, pursuing normalcy. “And don’t just narrate yourself out!!”
Affinity Level: N.A. _______
iv. Aiura Mikoto
“At first glance, you might think we make for an odd couple,” Aiura says with a coquettish smile. “And how it seems absolutely cray that we could get along. Or like, that we don’t mesh just ‘cause our personalities clash way too much or somethin’.” She chuckles at the notion, running perfectly manicured nails through her luscious locks. “I mean, it’s obvs only those inexperienced with the inner workings of the heart would think that. Because opposites attract, y’know? It’s the push-pull dynamism between us that spices things up! Like two tango dancers stirring up a flame on the dance floor—it keeps things refreshing and exciting, but still comforting and familiar in the end, like sharing a nice, warm bath at the end of the day, or cuddling up together at the sofa, feeding each other spoons of dessert…” Aiura pauses, blushing when she catches sight of the Affinity Meter fluttering gently by her shoulder, at the line of stars glowing from the screen, a beacon of reassurance of their status as soulmates. She turns towards Kusuo, suddenly self-conscious as she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Say, Kusuo… How about we head to that nice dessert buffet together and—” Only to realize she had been practically talking to thin air all this time. “H-Huh?! Aww, gimme a break! Where did you run off to this time, Kusuooo?!”
Affinity Level: ☆☆☆☆☆ _______ v.
Coffee Jelly
Good grief—finally some peace and quiet. Kusuo sighs as he leans back into the leather seat of his booth, in a nondescript cafe far away from his usual annoyances. He dips a spoon into his dessert bowl, lifting a dark sliver of coffee jelly to his mouth, and smiles in absolute contentment. There’s a soft whirr, and then a ping from somewhere below. He flicks a furtive gaze at the Affinity Meter hovering at the empty space beside him, curious despite himself. The endless line of glowing stars are probably a bit much, but he smiles anyway at the screen. Huh. I guess it works after all.
Affinity Level: ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
—End— _______ Notes:
It’s tradition for myself to spend my birthday writing and/or sharing a new fic (happy birthday to me!! lol). I also had this sitting in my draft for way too long and decided to kick myself to finish it. Apologies for any typoes/errors.
Comments and critique are always welcomed for my fics—I'd like to hear what you think, if you've enjoyed this! Thanks for reading :)
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