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onyx pt1

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Summary: You're stuck in the Avengers Compound because of an injury from your last mission, and you come across an adorable and affectionate little kitten.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language (no i'm not sorry, Rogers); talks of explosions and injuries sustained from explosion [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: one-sided crushing (but is it really…?)

An eerie silence served as your only company in the Avengers Compound the last few days, some of your teammates off to finish the HYDRA mission that left you injured while the others took time off to visit their families over the holidays. With the promise to keep their comms on in case they would be needed until the New Year.

Now all that remained in the Compound with you were a few junior agents that drew the ends of the short stick, Val, and Loki.

Sadly your teammate, friend, and occasional drinking buddy Val was out blissfully spreading holiday cheer throughout New York with her girlfriend.

And Loki? Well, the God of Mischief wasn't exactly on chummy terms with you. Didn't even so much as give you a passing glance when you were at mission briefings.

Which was a damn shame because what you would give just to get lost in those stormy ocean eyes.

You made your way to the pantry in the common room to replenish your stash of snacks, towing along a little wagon to help you on the way back. Every step had you feeling every square inch of bruising on the left side of your body that you got from being unlucky enough to be caught in the blast radius of an explosion at the HYDRA base you were trying to infiltrate with Shaun just a few days ago.

Your phone buzzed with a new message. "Speak of the devil," you muttered to yourself, seeing Xu's name on your screen as soon as you pulled up next to the elaborate barista setup, putting a few Lindor truffles in a small bag for your wagon. "Hey FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Agent Y/L/N?" the AI answered immediately.

"Could you make me a white chocolate mocha with peppermint while I raid the latest Costco delivery for uhh…supplies. Yeah, I'll go with that."

"Right away, Agent Y/L/N." The sound of the barista setup whirring to life filled the kitchen area as you checked on Shaun's message.

Thor just mentioned that he'll ask his brother to take a look at your injuries. Maybe get him to kiss it all better. He finished his text with a smirking emoji, along with some hand gestures that painted a less than family friendly picture, making you roll your eyes at the screen.

You recorded a voice memo for him. "You know that he'd need to actually be willing to look at me so that he could see the damage from the blast, right? And last I checked I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm Medusa reincarnated and I'll turn his Asgardian ass to stone."

You went on to the ridiculously stocked pantry to rummage the delivery that came just a few hours ago, trying to find a bag of Jalapeño Cheetos somewhere in the mix, when you heard a tiny meow from somewhere behind you. You looked to the ground to find a black and white munchkin cat looking up at you with wide blue eyes.

"Hi there, baby…" you cooed, surprised the adorable little creature hadn't hissed or scratched at you yet. Cats normally didn't take to you, which was a shame because you often found yourself fighting the urge to pick one up or stroke its head whenever you crossed paths with one during your errand runs. "How'd you get in here?"

The tiny kitten caught you by surprise with what it did next, walking up to your feet and proceeding to rub its cheek against your ankle, a little purr emanating from its small fluffy body. You decided to risk the hissing and scratching and bent down to pick it up, your heart melting once he placed his paws on your cheek and proceeded to nuzzle your face with his nose.

"Aren't you a complete darling." He settled into your arm as you carried him out of the pantry, a little whine escaping him when you placed him down on the counter. He stood on his hind legs and made grabby hands towards you, blue eyes wide and pleading for you to pick him back up. "Just a second, sweet baby, I'm just getting you something to drink."

You took out a tiny sauce dish and poured some cream into it, pushing it toward the kitten that responded with a slow blink and a meow before licking away at the rich liquid.

"I'm sure your owner's gonna crucify me for giving you that but I can't help spoiling little fur babies especially when they're as adorable as you are." You took a sip of the coffee FRIDAY had finished making before shouting out a question for her. "Hey FRIDAY, you have any clue who this little bub belongs to?"

It took a second for her to answer. "Negative, Agent Y/L/N. There is currently no other agent on the premises looking for their pet. I also see no collar on them and from a preliminary scan they do not seem to have a microchip on them."

Those words stopped the kitten from drinking to look up toward the ceiling and hiss at the source of the voice. He only relaxed once you started stroking his fur again, going back to drinking and letting out a few purrs along the way. "No owner, huh? Does that mean I can invoke Finders Keepers then?"

"It appears so, Agent Y/L/N. What would be your new companion's name?"

The kitten looked up at you, as if expecting your answer. You wondered briefly if he could actually understand what it was that you and FRIDAY were talking about. "How about Onyx? I know I know it's absolute garbage for originality to name a black cat after a black gemstone but--"

His eyes widened before he climbed up your arm, only stopping once he'd reached your shoulder to nuzzle at your neck again. "It seems he likes the name, Agent Y/L/N."

"Then it's settled." You placed a soft kiss on top of his head. "Hello there, Onyx."

You brought your new kitten back to your apartment, setting him down on your bed while you tried to take off your sweatshirt as gently as you could manage.

"Ah, fuck it," you hissed as you felt the bruising around your ribs, letting out a pained sound when you opted to whip the garment over your head as fast as you could instead. Your reflection revealed that the bruising on the left side of your torso was quickly becoming a frightening deep purple.

Onyx meowed from your bed, again standing on his back legs and making grabby hands at you, eyes wide with evident pain.

"What's wrong, little baby?" He placed his paws gently on your side when you made your way to him, pressing his nose to the skin near where your bruising began. "Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about those, sweetie. They'll heal…eventually."

He kept on pressing his face to the area, your heart melting for the tiny kitten even more realizing that he was pressing kisses to your wounds.

"You really are such a precious little bub, aren't you?" You picked your new kitten up, placing him on the armchair in your reading nook before setting an alarm for dinner in a few hours and settling into your bed. "Get some sleep, sweet baby Onyx. I'll see you in a few hours."

Your eyes had only closed for a few seconds before you heard another tiny meow followed by a soft thud, immediately making you sit up on the bed looking for the kitten. He'd already made his way to your bedside, standing on his back legs and reaching up trying to climb up the sheets.

"Alrighty then," you mumbled, picking him up and placing him on the pillow beside yours. You rolled over to lay on your right side to remove any pressure to your injuries the best you could, hovering your finger near Onyx's nose once you'd settled in. He leaned up and pressed his nose to your finger, paws kneading on his pillow. "Boop," you giggled. "Sweet dreams, baby."

Just as you'd closed your eyes to try catching an hour or two of rest before you had to eat again and take those pain meds that Banner prescribed you, your phone began to blare Immigrant Song way too loudly by your nightstand. There were only two contacts you gave that ringtone to and one of them was currently out with her girlfriend.

"Talk to me, Thunder," you muttered, groaning when your stretch to reach for your phone made your bruising smart a bit. "You all good over there?"

"Absolutely grand, Lady Y/N," the blond god's voice boomed from the other end. "I was just wondering if you could check on my brother, he refuses to answer his phone yet again."

"That's gonna be a hard pass from me, buddy. I've already been cut and bruised, I'm not too keen to add stabbed to that list. He's probably just practicing spells. Or out on a date." You winced at that last part, an irrational part of you flaring up with unwarranted jealousy at the thought of Loki out with just about anyone. "Just--I don't know, check up on him yourself when you get back. You can take a stab better than me anyways."

Thor sighed loudly, the low rumbling making Onyx step back from his pillow and start hissing at the phone. You stroked the top of his head to calm him down. "Very well then, Lady Y/N. Rest well. We're scheduled to return after nightfall."

"I'll have pizza here waiting for you guys. Bring your own mead." You clicked off and tried to get some sleep, having FRIDAY place an order for pizzas and wings for when the team gets back. Your new kitten padded his way over to you, resting his head on your outstretched arm and letting out a soft purr.

The sound of the Quinjet coming back roused you from your nap, along with the feel of little paws on your arm and Onyx nuzzling your cheek.

"Looks like everyone's home," you mumbled, pressing a few kisses to the kitten's head before making your way out of bed. "Come on, little baby. Time to meet the team."

With a whole lot of discomfort and groaning, you slipped your sweatshirt back on before presenting your hand to Onyx and patting your shoulder, prompting the kitten to climb up your arm and perch himself on the spot, nuzzling his face behind your ear.

The team had already arrived and filled the common area when you made your way there, some of them helping themselves to the pizza. Barnes and Wilson walked in with coolers, probably filled with chilled bottles of beer inside.

"Hey, there she is!" Shaun exclaimed, pulling out a bottle of Pepsi before making his way over to you and pulling you into an embrace. "How's the healing go--Whoa there." He took a step back as Onyx hissed in his direction. "Where'd you come from, little guy?"

You shh'd the kitten, pressing kisses to his little cheek to calm him down. "It's okay, baby, Shaun is a friend. One of the good guys." You turned back to your mission partner. "Shaun, this is Onyx."

"Always thought you were a dog person, Babes," Natasha spoke up before taking your arm and walking you to the food. "We leave for one day and you become a cat lady. Where'd you even find the time to go to a shelter and get baby blue eyes over here?"

"I didn't, actually," you answered the master assassin. "I just went to the pantry and poof there he was, meowing at my feet. Like the cat distribution system mailed him to me by magic or something." He nuzzled your cheek again before starting to knead at your face.

"And he doesn't belong to anyone? You're sure?" Shaun spoke up, backing up immediately when he tried to pet your new kitten and getting hissed at. "Easy, kitty. I'm a friend, I'm not gonna hurt you." The martial artist turned back to you. "He wasn't collared? Or chipped?"

"Nope. FRIDAY scanned him and everything."

"You wanna think about getting him chipped?"

Onyx hissed again at the question before swishing his tail around to curtain your hair around him, his little body shaking on your shoulder. As if he was silently pleading for you to not take him out to have him chipped.

"Don't you worry, baby. I won't get you chipped, I wouldn't hurt you like that," you cooed, letting out a little giggle as he placed his paws on your cheeks and nuzzled your nose, giving the tip tiny licks. You were so focused on your cat's affections that the bellowing of Thor looking for his brother was a distant muffled noise in the background.

Until he got to where you were standing and his booming voice was impossible to ignore. "What an adorable little beast you have, with you, Lady Y/N." Onyx buried himself in the crook of your neck, shaking at the sound of Thor's voice.

"It's alright, Onyx. It's just Thunder, he may be all big and menacing on the outside but he's just a fluff ball on the inside. Come on, go say hi."

The blond Asgardian approached you, examining your new pet carefully before a knowing grin graced his bearded face. "Hello, Brother."

A chill went down your spine at his words. "What the fuck d'you just say, Blondie?"

He motioned toward the kitten on your shoulder. "This is the explanation for his lack of replies on his phone. His absence from his quarters. Lady Y/N, the little beast hiding himself in your hair…is my brother. That is Loki."

In your stupor, the only words you could manage to say were, "Bitch what?!"

A/N: Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to the members of SAS, beloved besties, and fellow whores! I've had this idea doing a slow lurky crawl in the microwave that is my writing noggin for the last few months, and I'm so excited that I finally get to share it with y'all! Part 2 is coming in a few days, and then it's a coin toss on whether I'll be trying to end the year with crossing off some things on my writing todo list, or crossing off some titles from my Tumblr TBR 😳👀

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only you | e.m.

pairing| Eddie Munson x female reader

synopsis| You and Eddie were never meant to be just friends.

an| written in a world where Eddie was never accused, never died, and more importantly, finally graduated. not very canon, billy’s still alive and briefly mentioned. this was a quick break from a fix-it fic I’m currently writing and very much inspired by the song touch tank by quinnie. it’s eddies song and i’ll die on this hill.

warnings| oral (female receiving), PnV (protected), Eddie running his mouth, thats a warning in itself, 18+ only

[June 9, 1986]

The pitiless Indiana sun hung high in the cerulean sky, its uv-rays biting at your bare skin. The cool pool water lapping over your legs every time Eddie moved was the only relief at the moment.

“Have you ever been in the ocean?” He asked lazily, his long fingers flicking water across your bare thighs. The two of you lay opposite each other in the barely six foot wide and three foot deep blow up pool set up next to his front porch. Your feet floated next to his shoulders, grazing the freckled pale skin there every time he shifted or turned. Meanwhile, tall and gangly Eddie had his head propped up on the blue polyvinyl rim, his own feet hung over the side next to your head. He had bitched and moaned once the two of you had finally finished setting it up, “I don’t even fit all the way.” He’d complained. “Why’d you buy a damn kiddie pool?”

You had laughed at him, his pale body laying stick straight in the cool water in only a pair of plaid blue boxers. You had begged him to let you buy him a pair of swim shorts but he had refused.

“It’s just you and me, it’s not like you haven’t seen my boxers all over my bedroom floor.”

“Yeah, but what if you go to the public pool? You’ll need them then.”

“Ha. Not likely you’ll ever see Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson at the public pool. The parent’s would probably gather pitchforks and torches and hang me at the gallows.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Eds.”

“M’not. And anyway, I don’t like swimming, I’m only doing this for you.”

“My parents used to take my little brother and I to the Outer Banks when we were younger. We’d go every summer, swim in the ocean or walk the dunes to the lighthouse.” You opened your eyes to look at him only to find he’s already watching you speak, his deep brown eyes hidden behind the lens of his aviator sunglasses. His hair is almost dry now except for the ringlets that float atop his shoulders in the water. “You should probably take those sunglasses off before you get too much sun on your face. Gonna get a weird ass tan line from them.”

He does as you tell him, taking them off and tossing them onto the porch. “I’ve never been.” He said. “The ocean scares the fuck outta me. All that never ending water. Do you ever think about how many bodies are in the ocean? Lost to the dark depths of the sea.”

You sat up at his words, a perplexed look on your face as you stared at him. “Well that’s fucking morbid. Jesus Christ, Eddie.”

He only shrugged in his usual unbothered way, his knuckles grazing the skin of your thigh beneath the rippling water.

“You’ve never thought about it before?” He asked.

“Not really, no. I guess I blocked the thought from my mind. I love swimming in the ocean.”

“You love swimming with dead bodies. Got it.”

You splashed him at this, laughing as the small tidal wave blasted him. The shock of the cold water hitting his warm skin caused him to shoot up, water dripping down his face as he wrestled you backwards into the water. You squealed when he grabbed your shoulders, his hand holding the back of your neck as he dunked you. The gurgle of the water echoed your laugh and as he pulled you back up you spit a fountain of water right into his face.

“Who would have ever imagined that you, The Princess of Hawkins high and valediction, was such a freak.”

“I graduated two years ago, Eddie! Now I’m just the queen of folding panties at Starcourt mall, and failing my English lit course.”

You watched Eddie’s expression shift at the word panties, your best friend's eyes now slightly wider, his grip on the back of your neck a little harder. He was so close to you, sitting on his knees in the small pool, completely leaned over your body. You didn’t see him shirtless often and you had never seen him shirtless and so close. If you reached up you could trace the dark ink of his tattoo that sat just beneath his collarbone. Scratch your fingers against the small splattering of hair on his sternum. That strange feeling stirred in your stomach, the same one you’d been getting for a couple months now. You didn’t understand it and what made it worse was that Eddie, your best friend, was the sole cause of it.

You felt it for the first time after Eddie had fallen asleep during your weekly movie night. His head was laying on the pillow in your lap, you hadn’t even noticed he’d fallen asleep until you heard him softly snore. He’d had a bad day at school, Jason Carver and his cronies spray painting ‘Freak’ in bright red letters across the windshield of his van. When you got to his trailer later that day you found him sitting on the hood of the van with a razor blade, slowly scraping the still wet paint from the glass. You had tried helping him but he only waved you off, telling you it was fine. But his eyes were red rimmed and glassy like he’d been crying. You wanted to kill those stupid jocks, which you voiced with indignation. But Eddie had only shook his head. He wasn’t a fighter despite what the whole town thought. He just didn’t have it in him.

“Lets go.” You said softly, your hand holding onto his forearm as you looked up at him.

“What?”

“To the ocean. Let’s go to the ocean, Eddie.” It was only a whisper as it passed your lips, your eyes searching his face. His furrowed eyebrows made him appear confused, but there was something else swimming in the chocolate brown of his iris’.

“What are you talking about, Crazy?” He lazily dragged you to sit up as he shifted from his knees to stretch his long legs out in front of himself. You waited for him to get comfortable before bouncing up onto your own knees, your fingers excitedly grabbing the wet fabric of his boxers on his leg. You don’t notice his cheeks flush as his eyes quickly flashed down to your hands and back up to your eyes.

“You, Eddie Munson, are a high school graduate now. You have a whole summer before you have to start thinking about what's next! And I have some vacation time and a shoebox full of savings from the past two years.” You rambled, your smile so wide it hurts your cheeks. “We could take your van, o-or my car, and we could drive to the Outer Banks. Rent a motel and just have fun.”

“Y-you want to waste two years worth of savings to go to the beach?”

“It wouldn’t be a waste, Eddie! It’d be… well it’d be like an adventure.”

He was silent, looking away from you, his eyes scanning the quiet trailer park. Your shoulders dropped a little when you realized he didn’t share the same excitement as you. He had an entire summer to do whatever he wanted, why would he want to spend it with you driving to somewhere he’s never been.

He doesn’t even like the ocean, you idiot.

“Forget it. It’s stupid.” He jumped a little as you suddenly stood up, rivets of water rushing down the expanse of your body. You’ve stepped one foot out of the pool before he’s grabbing your wrist softly.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asked gently, his eyes wide like he’d just gotten into trouble.

“Inside to change. I think I got too much sun.” You shook your arm until his hand slipped from your wrist, falling back into the water with a splash. You snatched your towel from the rickety lawn chair and escaped into his trailer, ignoring him calling your name. You grabbed your bookbag from the couch and all but ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind you with shaking hands.

You felt so fucking stupid. You already spent eighty percent of your time with him, practically attached at the hip as his freshman friend Dustin had pointed out, how could you think he’d want to spend even more time with you. Especially somewhere far from home. For fucks sake, he hadn’t even looked at you as you went on and on about it. He was too nice to tell you it was a stupid idea. The way he stared off, probably thinking of how to let you down gently, was all the answer you needed.

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t that good of an idea. You weren’t known for your extraordinary planning skills and both of your vehicles were pieces of shit. In fact the likelihood of making it across the Indiana border just to break down in some podunk town was terribly high. The thought of spending the rest of your money getting the car fixed just to turn around and go right back home, broke and without ever seeing the damn beach, made you a little nauseous. Because that would be your luck.

A knock at the bathroom door made you jump. "Hey, you okay in there?" Eddie, voice peppered with concern. You tossed your bathing suit in the sink and turned the shower on.

"I gotta wash my hair, be out in a minute." You yelled back at the door before stepping into the shower stall, the hot water easing the tension from your muscles.

You didn't want him to think you were upset so you hurried through your shower, using his old spice to wash your body and his shampoo and conditioner that smelled of citrus in your hair. It was a distinct smell, one that was all him, and it made your stomach whirl once again. Your crush on him was starting to become a nuisance.

Once you were clean and dried off, dressed in his Iron Maiden shirt you stole from his drawer a couple weeks ago and a pair of black jean shorts that were frayed at the ends, you slowly cracked the door open, peering out towards the living room slash kitchen in search for a puff of raven curls.

He wasn’t there, so instead you followed the sound of Ozzy Osborne down the hall and into Eddie’s messy bedroom.

He was in his bed, back propped up against the headboard and rolling a joint with idle fingers. He was still shirtless but with a pair of gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, the band of his now white boxers resting against his dark happy trail. A wildfire blazed in your stomach at the sight and you couldn’t help but clamp your thighs together.

Does he not realize how unbearably hot he is?

He didn’t, actually, which was why seeing him like this all laid out with his chest bare and that smattering of hair that led down his abdomen and under his pants made your mouth so dry your tongue felt like it weighed 110 pounds and your hands so clammy you had to wipe them against your shorts. You cleared your throat in an attempt to subdue your racing thoughts and took a seat on the edge of his bed, body turned towards him watching him roll with ease.

He looked up with a smile when he felt your weight dip into the mattress. “Are you feeling any bette-'' He paused, glaring at the long haired zombie on your shirt. His shirt. “Is that my fucking shirt?”

You glanced down and back up, imitating the causal shrug he always gave you.

“Maybe.” You deadpanned. Eddie spluttered.

“Maybe? Who else do you know listens to Iron fucking Maiden?”

“I know people.”

“You know people?”

“A couple.”

Eddie’s eyes suddenly narrowed, a quiet disapproval in those deep brown eyes of his.

“Billy Hargrove?” He asked with a grating timbre in his voice you’d never heard before. He’d tossed the joint down into the ashtray and got off the bed, standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“B- What?” You’re so exasperated you can’t even form a sentence. “Billy Hargrove? What?”

“It’s him right? I know you used to hangout with him. He’s totally not an Iron Maiden fan, by the way. He definitely listens to Foreigner and cries in his piece of shit Camaro.”

“Hey! Don’t talk bad about Foreigner, I love them.” You stood up from the bed with your hands on your hips. “He’s a Guns N’ Roses guy anyways; completely idolizes Axel Rose.”

“Oh. Okay. So Billy Hargrove likes Guns N’ Roses and groupies for Axel Rose. Amazing.”

“I don’t hang out with Billy Hargrove, Eddie. Not like that, anyways.”

His nostrils flared and he nodded. “But you do hang out.”

“Maybe once or twice, I guess?” Your voice forms a question. You didn’t consider having a couple of the same friends and being at parties the other is at as ‘hanging out’. “What- What is this, Eddie? Why are you freaking out over Billy?”

“I’m not.” He said, blinking a couple times like he was trying to snap out of something. He leaned over your shoulder and grabbed the joint out the ashtray, lit it, and walked over to his cluttered table to search through a milk crate full of records. “Just figured the people you were talking about was him, s’all.”

“Eddie,” You said, coming up beside him to grab his wrist. He froze, his hands stopping their furious flipping of records, but his gaze stayed low. “I was fucking around, Eddie.”

“Fucking around?’

“Yes, Eddie. I was just joking.”

He turned to you at your words, staring dead into your eyes. The intensity of his stare made your heart stutter. “Were you trying to make me jealous?”

“Jealous? Wh- Eddie what the fuck are you talking about.”

There was a pregnant pause. Just you and Eddie staring into each other's eyes. Why would you want to make him jealous? You didn’t even know that was an option. You and Eddie were friends. Best friends. Friends don’t get jealous of their friends hanging out with other people. And Billy Hargrove? You had no idea where he pulled that one from. Not once had you ever even mentioned his name around Eddie. There was nothing worth mentioning. You thought Billy was stuck up and an absolute douchebag. Was he nice to look at? Sure. But you were nearly positive his heart was black with hatred and you believed being pretty meant nothing if your personality was shit.

“Uh, Eddie? Are you jealous?” He couldn’t look you in the eyes, instead he was flickering his gaze to anywhere but your face. “Eddie?”

“Would you hate me if I said yes?” He trailed his question off, biting at the skin on his lips as he waited for a response.

“I could never hate you, Eddie. You’re my best friend.”

He rolled his eyes. He rolled his fucking eyes. “Your best friend, right.” He said through a cloud of smoke. You snatched the joint sitting pretty between his fingers and dropped it in his other ashtray, the glass one shaped like a skull.

“Why are you saying it like that? You are my best friend.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be.” He said defiantly and your throat felt like it was going to close and your eyes burned from the prickle of your unshed tears welling in your eyes. He didn't want to be your best friend. Those words made you want to crawl into your body, to somehow vanish into thin air. Not too long ago you two were laughing together in the pool, discussing Steve Harrington's newest girl drama which was all supplied to you by Dustin Henderson. The night before you two made shitty Jiffy Pop while blazed out of your minds and sang karaoke so loud his neighbors came banging on the door, furious.

But now he didn’t want to be friends.

“Is this because I asked you to go on a roadtrip with me?” Your voice wavered and your chin started to tremble. “I know it was a bad idea.”

He strangely looked befuddled. “W-what? No. No, it’s not tha-”

“Well then what did I do?” You whined, tossing your hands about, unsure of what to do or what to say. What to think.

“You didn’t do-” He cut himself off, frustrated with his inability to explain himself. He looked at you, saw the tremble in your chin and shook his head. “You know what, fuck it.”

As soon as the words left his mouth he was surging forward, grasping your face in his hands, and pulling you towards him. His lips met yours with so much force you gasped, hands clutching his hips for purchase. You couldn’t form a single thought as you stood there, eyes squeezed shut, your chest so tight you couldn’t breathe. But then his hand smoothed over your cheek and grasped the back of your neck, his fingernails scraping over the sensitive skin there, and you finally kissed him back. Eddie moaned. The sound so loud it vibrated through your mouth and straight to the core of your being.

You kissed him with every ounce of power you had. Kissed him like you had daydreamed about so many times before as you watched him roll, or play guitar, or sing along to the radio as he drummed against the steering wheel. You kissed him for everytime he smiled and you felt your heart skip a beat. For every time he hugged you just because you looked like you needed one. For every smile he’d ever graced you with. You kissed him like you’d never kissed anyone before in your life, and it was messy and rough and probably looked horrific from a different point of view, but it felt perfect.

Eddie pulled away first, gasping for air in the crook of your neck, his body practically folded into you. “Fuck,” he drew out the word long enough to make you giggle, drunk off his lips.

“Eddie.” You soothed, combing your fingers through his hair. “Why don’t you wanna be my friend?”

He raised to his full height at your question. “Best friends can’t kiss like that.” He’s so out of breath, his words merely a whisper as he continued. “And every goddamn time I look at you all I wanna do is kiss your pretty fucking mouth.”

He left you speechless, looking up into his big brown eyes that you loved so much. He lets you take a second, think on it, all the while stroking his thumb across your cheek.

“How long?” Is all you can ask.

“Shit, since fucking middle school, baby.” He blushed as he said it, the pretty pink darkening to a cherry red as he watched your eyes widen in surprise.

“Middle school?” You whispered.

“I always have. But in middle school you showed up to the snowball in that cute purple dress with your hair all big and your makeup maybe a little too grown for a 12 year old and all I could think about was walking over and asking you to dance. Shit, I wanted to kiss your cheek so fucking bad.” You laughed at the way he scrunched his nose at the last part. You remembered middle school Eddie, his buzzed head and those horrible army green bell bottoms that he’d ripped up to look cool. You liked that Eddie as much as you liked this one, even back then.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked as you pushed up against his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. In this position he had to look down his nose at you, his dark lashes fluttering across his cheeks.

“You were you and I was the freak.”

“I never thought that about you, Eddie.”

He sighed, kissing your forehead. “I didn’t know that then, baby.”

“Should have asked.” You teased, planting a kiss on his chest when he tried to act offended.

You two stood like that for a while, just wrapped up in each other, testing the waters of this new dynamic. One where you both knew where you stood with each other.

“I’m sorry I upset you earlier, you uh- you kinda surprised me.” He spoke into the crown of your head.

“It was a stupid idea, anyway.”

“No it’s not. I wanna go. I just don’t want to spend all your money doing it. Give me a couple months to save up and we can go.”

“I don’t care about the money, Eds.” You said as you took your head off his chest and gazed up at him.

“I know. Just give me a couple months, okay.”

“Okay, Eddie.”

Silence fell over the two of you. Eddie started swaying to the music at some point, humming along to a Black Sabbath song that was definitely not slow dance material. You kissed the tattoo on his chest as you swayed, looking up at him with your best version of puppy dog eyes.

“Hey, Eddie?” You asked softly. He hummed against you, kissing your forehead as he waited for you to finish your question. “Can you kiss me again?”

“Did you use my shampoo?”

Eddie’s voice raised up from the crease of your neck, a hint of amusement in his words. He had you laid out on his bed, slowly working kisses across your body. What had started as a soft little makeout session bloomed into something more when you had drug your nails up his spine the moment he found that sweet spot just behind your ear.

“Mhm.” You were too distracted to answer, focusing on the feel of his tongue laving against your neck and the way his hips shuddered against your clothed pussy every time you dug your nails into his skin.

“I like when you smell like me.” He mused. “Makes me feel like you’re mine.”

“M’yours, Eddie.” You whispered, guiding his face up to look at him. His lips were puffy and tinted red from sucking hickeys against your throat and his eyes were wide, searching your face for honesty.

“Promise?” He said after a quiet couple seconds and you nodded, leaning your head up to kiss the tip of his nose and the corner of his mouth.

“Promise.”

Eddie’s smile lit up his entire face, all dimpled and pink cheeked. It made your heart swell.

“Can I taste you?”

He asked in such a polite way, it caught you off guard. You couldn’t remember ever having a guy ask to eat you out. It was always something you hinted at and they brushed aside. One guy had even told you that eating a girl out made him soft and in the same breath forced your head down on his dick. But here was Eddie, looking at you so expectantly and yet so patiently.

“Yeah.”

Eddie didn’t waste a second getting to his knees on the mattress, fingers fumbling with the button of your shorts as he mumbled to himself. “Oh shit, okay. Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long, you don’t even understand. Pretty baby. So fucking pretty.”

You helped him shimmy the black fabric from your legs, Eddie tossing them over his shoulder with such force they knocked his acoustic guitar, that sat across from the bed, off its stand. He paid no attention to the instruments sharp bellow as it hit the carpet, instead he was transfixed on your purple lace panties.

“Christ.” He breathed, his index and middle finger tracing up the wet spot that had been steadily growing from the moment he kissed you. “You’re so wet.”

“Because of you.” You keened, Eddie suddenly adding more force in his stroking right against your clit. He flashed his eyes up to yours.

“Yeah?”

You nodded.

“Shit, I never thought I’d hear you say that outside of my dreams.” He seems to lose himself in his heavy caressing while you grip his sheets so hard your knuckles turn white.

“Eddie, please.” You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your lips, dipping your fingers under the band of your panties and impatiently trying to take them off.

Eddie chuckled to himself as he watched you struggle. “Okay, okay. I’ve got you baby. Calm down.” He gave your panties the same treatment, peeling them down your thighs and tossing them over his shoulder. He bit his lip as he lowered his stomach to the bed, face to face with your weeping core. “So eager to be on my tongue, huh. Who woulda thought you’d be sobbing at the thought of me, The Freak, licking your sweet little pussy.”

“Eddie,” You were so touch starved, so desperate to feel his mouth on you, that you thought you might actually cry if he didn’t do something. “Shut the fuck up, please. Please. Just… Oh, Eddie, please.”

“Mm, okay.”

The second his warm tongue hit you, you cried out. Hands fumbling for purchase and finding it in his dark brown hair. You gripped the strands at the roots hard enough to hurt but Eddie only moaned and tightened his grip on your thighs, pulling them open even further to sink his tongue as far into your pussy as he could. His nose brushed against your swollen clit with each delve of his tongue, the muscle exploring every inch of your sensitive pussy. You trained your eyes on his nicotine stained ceiling, trying so hard to push back the fire rising in your stomach. You’d never felt anything like it before.

“That feels so fucking good, Eddie.” You loosened your grip on him to pet at his hair, unsure if it was to praise him or soothe yourself. Peeling your eyes from the ceiling you cast your hazy stare down only to find his big brown eyes watching you from between your thighs, mouth latched around your sensitive clit as he alternated from gentle sucks to fast flicks of his tongue. Your thighs burned as you rocked your hips against his face, fucking into his mouth for more friction, hands shaking against his cheeks. He looked so unbelievably pretty staring up at you with so much fondness and lust in his eyes, his mouth and tongue completely ravishing you like no man ever had before.. So you tell him…

“You’re so pretty like this, Eddie. You- oh fuuck- you’re always so pretty b-but-” You let out a wanton cry as Eddie slipped two fingers into your achy cunt. He finds that spot inside you that whitens your eyesight almost immediately, like he knew exactly where it was. Between his fingers and his devilish tongue you were seeing stars, tears slipping freely at how extreme the sensation was. “Oh god, Eddie. Eddie, I’m- I’m gonna-” You couldn’t even fucking speak anymore.

Eddie acknowledged you with a shuddering groan, quickening his movements to drive you over the precipice. His eyes never once leave your face.

You came with a small scream, hips arched off the bed, your fingernails leaving crescent moons into the skin of his wrist. The feeling was all consuming, overwhelming in all the best ways. You let out a sob as he eased you through it, rubbing your thighs comfortingly as they shook with fervor around his head. You could hear yourself speaking but it was muffled by the roaring in your ears; it sounded like you were speaking in tongues. Eddie heard every word.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. Don’t stop, baby. Never fucking stop. So good, s-so fucking good. You’re so fucking good, Eddie. Oh my god, I love you.”

Eddie kissed your thighs as your orgasm faded, your burning lungs gasping for air. When you could finally breathe again, he left one last lingering kiss before crawling up your body. You held his face with shaking hands when he reached you, the biggest shit eating grin on his cum soaked face.

“You love me, huh?” He pondered with a fleeting kiss to your lips. “Or do you just love the way I eat your pussy?”

“Both you fucking deviant. Both.” Each inhale rattled in your chest and every exhale burned the lining of your throat. Eddie chuckled as he kissed you again, pressing his hard cock against your still sensitive core.

“Who knew you were a fucking screamer, baby.”

“I could tell you that was all you but then you’d fucking gloat about it for the rest of eternity.”

“Still might.” He hummed, ghosting kisses over your eyes and nose and lips. “You look so fucking hot when you cum. Never seen anything like it. Coulda cum right then and there but I wanna be inside you.”

You reached a hand between your bodies, running a heavy finger over the outline of his cock in his sweats. “Do you have a condom?” You asked, still a little breathless.

Eddie nodded excitedly before bounding up from the bed and over to his dresser. He rifled through it aggressively. Cursing here and there as he tossed socks and a random cassette tape onto the floor in his frenzied search. When he finally finds what he was looking for he exclaimed to himself, “Fucking finally.”.

He leaves the mess he made, struggling to pull his sweats and boxers off as he makes his way back over to you, sprawled out and butt naked in his bed. Once he finally gets there, after narrowly avoiding tripping over his own boots on the floor, he crawls on top of you with the aluminum wrapper between his teeth. You watched with bated breath as he ripped it open, rolling it down the dark pink head of his cock. Once he’s done he positioned himself in the apex of your thighs, fisting his cock and smoothing the latex covered head through your slick covered folds.

“I, uh, I’m probably not gonna last that long.” He said, his eyes downcast, watching the way your hips rutted into him with every swipe of his cock.

“It’s okay, Eds. Just fuck me.” You grabbed his chin, forcing his face up. When your eyes met you smiled at him sweetly and added, “Please.”

Eddie wasted no time pressing into you, his thick cock stretching you wide as he bottomed out inside you. His cheeks were flamed pink, a bead of sweat bleeding from his hairline down the curve of his nose. He pulled out gently and plunged back in, the tip of his tongue poking through his teeth as he concentrated on his slow deliberate thrusts. You dug your heels into the backs of his thighs, hoping he'd get the hint to go faster. Harder. The slow drag of his cock against that sweet spot inside of you was agonizing. But he only ignored your pressing and not so subtle whines, folding himself over top of you with one arm wrapped around your back and a callused hand holding your cheek. He was being so gentle. It wasn’t something you were used to. Every other guy you’d been with just used you to get off as fast as they could. But Eddie was taking his time, having found a pace that kept you needing more. You found yourself giggling at a particularly languid thrust and Eddie’s round eyes, with his pupils completely blown black, shot up to yours.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, stilling himself inside of you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just…” You giggled again and his eyes narrowed. “I just thought, who would have imagined you to be such a gentle lover. You know, with your bad boy–heavy metal image and all.”

“Don’t forget local drug dealer and devil worshiper.” His smile cracked wide as you giggled again. That giggle, however, turned into a sharp cry with a snap of his hips. “I can be gentle. When I want to be.”

You could only nod at this, your breath lodged in your throat at another hard snap of his hips. Your comment had urged him to go faster. To show you that, yes, he could be gentle. But he could also fuck you senseless.

“Imagine what they’d think of you, baby.” He whispered into your ear, forehead pressed hard to the side of your head, his hips building into a maddening pace. He had thrown your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper, to hit that spot inside your core that brought tears to your eyes. “You were always such a good girl. Hawkins number one girl. Do you even remember what they said when they found out we were friends?”

You shook your head, unable to speak with how hard and deliberate his thrusts were.

“They said I was corrupting you.” He released a breathy, dark laugh. His hand slotting through the strands of your hair to grip the roots. “But they didn’t know that you sought me out, hm. Followed me to the woods just so we could be alone. Made me laugh. Made me feel special.”

You remembered that day. Remembered watching him walk through the tree line all alone, that black metal lunch pail gripped tightly in his hand. You knew what he was doing, skipping class to go smoke up. You’d seen him do it before. But that day you followed after him, nervously gripping the ruched fabric of your cheer skirt as you went. You couldn’t help yourself, You wanted to know him so badly.

“Everyday after that, you found me.” His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and you could tell in the way he held you, in the way his words doubled as moans, that he was getting close. “I tried so hard to keep you from getting too close. People are shunned for being close to me. But you wouldn’t fucking quit. Always so fucking stubborn. It’s like you couldn’t stay away from me.”

“I couldn’t.” You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hair tickled your cheeks, his breath fanning over your lips as he held himself over you now. His brows furrowed in concentration as his cock throbbed inside of you. You clenched at the sight of him, looking so pretty and so fucked, and all yours. Because he was. He was it for you.

“Ah, shit.” He whimpered. He wouldn’t last much longer, but Eddie being who Eddie was, you knew he was gonna talk the whole way through it. “You fucking- You broke down every fucking wall I’d ever built. Smashed right fucking through them and straight into my fucking heart. I-I wanted to be good for you. Good enough that you’d want me like I wanted you. You corrupted me.”

“E-Eddie, I think I’m gonna c-cum.” That burning heat had returned but it was different this time. You felt it everywhere, from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. It thrummed every nerve like the string of a guitar, vibrating you to the bone.

“Good.” He said harshly, the word sounding almost mean falling from his red swollen lips, but the fingers stroking your face were still gentle. “I want you to scream for me again. I want everyone in this shitty trailer park, in this shitty fucking town, to know that I’m the one making you feel like this. Crying for my cock, desperate for me.”

You couldn’t handle it, couldn’t see through the tears falling, couldn’t feel anything but him and the white hot pleasure he was gifting to you. You were right there, so fucking close.

“I want them to know that you are mine.” Each word was punctuated with a hard, albeit sloppy, thrust and you came.

You came with a scream, wrenched from your throat so roughly it seared its way out of your lungs and into the air. You felt yourself clench down on him, hard, and his hips shuddered violently against you, succumbing to his own orgasm from your vise lock grip on his cock. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as he rocked his hips and moaned through it, your name and curses sounding like the sweetest song you’d ever heard.

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned before his body collapsed on top of yours. You could feel his thighs trembling against your own, mirroring the intensity of the feeling you both shared as you came.

The both of you laid there, shrouded in the warmth of each other's embrace, until finally he rolled away. Wincing as he pulled out and discarded the condom. You could only lay there and watch him rise from the bed on shaky legs to grab the half smoked joint from earlier. He placed it between his lips and lit it, standing there in all his naked glory, puffing on it till he could get a nice long hit. The slight skunky smell filled the room and you closed your eyes, relishing in it. But then, you were hit in the chest by something light and lacey.

“For your modesty.” Eddie smirked as you held your purple panties up in the light.

“Thanks.” You croaked, your voice hoarse and your throat sore.

Eddie crawled over you, flopping his sweaty body down next to yours. He handed you the joint, which you took gratefully, taking your own long drag and passing it back. The both of you laid in a comfortable silence, legs draped over each other and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on your bare thigh. But then something occurred to you and you turned your head to look at him.

“I didn’t corrupt you.” You said to him and he rolled his eyes, huffing out a laugh.

“Yes, you did.”

“No I did not, asshole.” You guffawed, slapping your hand playfully on his bare chest.

“I wear my seatbelt and listen to fucking Journey because of you. That’s corruption.” He teased with a cute little smirk, grabbing your thigh and squeezing the soft flesh there.

“That’s just safety and taste, baby. If you want me to corrupt you there are… different things I have in mind.” You watched his eyes widen and he laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” He said as he leaned in, his lips tasted of you and the weed he had smoked and you smiled behind the kiss, chest full and body sore.

“Hey,” He started as he rested his head on your shoulder, gazing up at you like a little puppy. “You wanna go watch a movie? I can make some Jiffy Pop and we can cuddle on the couch?”

“Who’s picking the movie?” You asked, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

“I had Steve score me a copy of Poltergeist 2. Picked it up from Family Video while you were at the store earlier.”

You sat up a little, an incredulous look etched into your features while he gave you those damn puppy eyes.

“Eddie, you literally told me two weeks ago that you'd rather be decapitated than watch that movie."

Eddie only shrugged, that casual slouch of his shoulder that you had become so accustomed to, and offered you a pretty smile.

“I would. But you wanted to see it. I'll suck it up, but only for you."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #stranger things fan fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic

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cheollipop · 7 months

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*swims across the ocean and shows up at your door with my lobster plushie (larry) in my arms* hiii my nora i love youuu and i’m so excited for the sleepover ahh >< ALSO I HAD THIS IDEA RIGHT …. soo … gamer boyfriend woo – he loves to play LoL in the late night hours and he’s been ignoring you and you’re just sooo needy for him that you crawl into his lap and rub yourself against this thigh to try to get his attention and bc he sucks ass at the game he’s mad and hard but stubborn so he’s like, “if you want my cock so bad then you can keep it warm for me, can’t you, baby?” so you cockwarm him until you can’t help but move your hips and he can’t resist your pussy so he just fucks you into next week <333 ahem … so… what should we do? make some hot cocoa and have a pillow fight? :3 💕

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

my alyssa ily too!! <3<3 gamer bf woo...... cockwarming...... frustrated woo...... *head in hands* good god. I fr had to do research for this bc I don't play league, but wanted to include some of the gameplay between paragraphs of reader being needy ^^ also went a little crazy towards the end so enjoy the filth ig. hope you like this, happy reading!!~

pairing: gamer bf!jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.0k

tags: smut, dry/thigh humping, some teasing, cockwarming, mean/frustrated woo, he may or may not switch up a little tho ^^, reader is so needy (not projecting whatsoever), creampie kink, terrible description of league gameplay oopsie

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung’s character remained perched by the fountain, mainly because the opposing team had formed a camp around his own’s spawn point, taking them down before they got the chance to make their way out. He tried to convince himself it was just that, and that the heavy drag of your clothed cunt over his thigh had nothing to do with the drowned out, fuming screams blasting into his eardrums, the idle stares at his screen while his character repeatedly respawned, the nth time the ‘defeat’ screen flashed before him.

“Woo, please,” he saw your lips move in his peripheral, one side of his headset moved off his ear to catch the faint whine leaving your lips as you used his thigh to get off. “You’ve been playing for so long….. ‘want you so bad.”

He didn’t reply, but the arms reaching past you to punch at the keycaps tightened around your waist, his muscles flexing under your moving figure. It’s only when his screen turned red once more that his attention shifted to you, your grinding faltering when fierce, lidded eyes fixed on yours. He remained quiet, the silence stretching until you shifted on his lap, a groan echoing in the space between you when the heat of your wet cunt engulfed the throbbing bulge in his sweatpants, your arousal seeping through your ruined panties to stain the grey material. His fingers floated above your hips, refusing to hand the control over to you, yet battling the need to touch you as you rolled your hips over his weeping cock.

“C’mon, Woo, I've been good-”

“Good?” His eyebrow raised, he gazed at you in disbelief. “Is that what you call humping my thigh like a needy slut while my friends listen to your pathetic whining?”

Wooyoung watched you panic, turn your head around in search for the crossed out mic, your shoulders slumping in relief once you realised that had muted himself the second you’d walked through the doorway, the familiar glint in your eyes enough to inform him of your intentions.

Twisting your head to face him again, you stutter over your words while he stares back at you with burning irises, “no, Woo, I-”

“if you’re such a good girl, then why don’t you warm my cock while I win the next match for my friends, hm?”

And you did, scrambling to pull the elastic waistband down to free his pulsing length, the tip glistening with precum, lowering your head to allow a line of drool to lube up the rest of it, unaware of the hooded eyes following the trail of saliva then the hand spreading it over his cock. Adjusting his headset to properly cover both ears, the infuriated scolding blaring through the speakers masking the grunt leaving his lips when you split yourself open on his girth, taking every last inch between your walls.

Wooyoung waited until you found a comfortable position, a hand on your lower back urging you closer to his chest until your arms circled his waist and head rested on his shoulder. You heard his keyboard clacking behind you, followed by the rasp of his voice in your ear,

“Was AFK, sorry. What did I miss?”

More screaming. Screaming you drowned out as soon as it started—the overlapping voices and aggressive mouse clicking fading the more you take in Wooyoung’s warmth, his cock nestled deep within your fluttering cunt, inhaling the pungent musk emanating off his honey skin. His thighs flexed under you. He wasn’t unaffected by your tight heat, that much was obvious. He was just being stubborn.

You rolled your hips experimentally, the edge of your panties dragging over the side of his cock where you had them pushed to the side, the fingers resting over the expensive keyboard flying to your hip, Wooyoung’s neck craning to shoot a disapproving glance your way. Shifting his attention back to the game, you moved again, clenching around him and smiling to yourself when a broken moan left his parted lips.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure where his irritation stemmed from—was it his continuous losses, the fact that he was absolutely terrible at the game and the only reason his team ever won is because Yunho carried every time, or was it because he needed you so bad, despite his wordless claims otherwise? Both, perhaps. But mostly the latter, he finally admitted, the small, incessant rolls of your hips paired with heated lips pressing kisses to his pulse point breaking his long-lasting composure.

“Something came up, got to go,” he blurted out, hurriedly dropping his headset over his desk before standing up with you in his arms.

Hastily grabbing onto his shoulders, you studied his expression while he held you—features relaxed, a semblance of a smile on his lips, it seemed as though his previous exasperation had dispersed without warning, eyes now filled with nothing but adoration. He mooned over your dazed features, clouded by unbearable lust as you continue to grind on him despite your position, sending gentle waves of pleasure up his spine and aggravating his need to stuff you full of his cum. Until you’re fucked-out and leaking, mumbling repetitions of his name into the sheets, begging for a break while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt.

He laid you down onto the mattress, a hand on your spine to soften your descent, contrary to the replaying images of how he planned to take you, to fuck you senseless, to watch your pussy spit his load out only to finger it back into your womb.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he ran his hands up the sides of your body, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been so good, haven’t you? ‘Been such a needy slut for Youngie,” slipping his cock out, he swiftly discarded of your panties and fitted himself back inside your heat, fingers pushing up the material of your shirt to grab handfuls of your tits. “Let me make it up to you, ‘wanna give you all my love.”

#panda's 2k sleepover o(≧▽≦)o #cromernet #jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #ateez x reader #ateez smut #jung wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung scenarios #ateez scenarios

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superluver · 8 months

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hellooooo there i just discovered your blog! I see that requests are open and i’d like to request vacation with gojo and reader and megumi and tsumiki 🫶🫶🫶

Summertime Giggles

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

wc:1315 | cw: FEM!Reader, cursing, Kid Megumi is kinda ooc, boobies, pre!established relationship, fluff, crackfic kinda

Description: Gojo being an ass while you four are at the beach.

Characters: Megumi Fushiguro, Tsumiki Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo

I am so so so so so so so sorry anonny, I've been stalling on your request forgive me forgive me. 🙏 well, here it is. Tell me if this isn't what you were looking for and you can request me again 😋😋😋

“Satoru, where is the sunscreen?”

You're rustling through the woven beach bag, passing through an excessive amount of sunglasses, a beach towel, a hat, chips?!

“Huh? It’s in the bag.” He answers confidently, whistling with his tinted glasses on as he leaned in the chair, legs out, arms behind his head, relaxing in the shade brought by the large umbrella.

In your hand is a spray sunscreen, but the lotion is nowhere to be found.

“You didn't put it in here.”

He gawks at you, feigning innocence with a hurt expression. “Of course I did, baby!” He pouts in his seat, Megumi glancing at him as you find a spray. The boy’s arm is out as you spray it. Nlt caring if sunscreen gets in his mouth, he rats out, “When you told him he never got off the couch.”

“Hey now, that’s not true,”

You kept a gentle smile on your face, continuing to spray the boy down before slipping on his floaties and spraying down Tsumiki.

“Right Tsumiki? I got up, right?”

Tsumiki sheepishly smiles, you spraying her legs with that scary smile. “Well.. I don’t really remember..”

Everyone in this household knows that when Tsumiki 'doesn't remember,’ that’s her way of saying she does and Satoru, in fact, did not listen.

You finish on Tsumiki, spraying her face and ears quickly before turning to Satoru. The can is in your hands, smile stiff.

“Satoru, your turn.” You tell him in a sickly sweet tone. He shudders, eyes wide as he robotically makes his way towards you.

He sits in front of you, bare back facing you as you spray him auddenly.

He yelps, infinity off and hold liauid hittinf him under the warm raya of the sun. “S’ coLD!”

You say nothing, smiling as you spray his stomach. His abs flex before he finally gets up, standing asay form you. His hand out(from a distance). “Just hand it here.”

Your head tilts, a clueless expression on ylur face. “But I’m almost done?” You tell him, almost confused.

His eyes dilate at your face. ‘So cute’

Your deer like eyes reeling him back in, not even realizing your shaking up the can. His glasses long gone, left on his seat. “Hold your breath.” You say quickly, and his eyes go wide.

“What—?” He says, only to be cut off by the intense sprays of sunscreen into his face. He coughs loudly, waving his hands around as you continue your assault, spraying him until he can is near empty.

He stands up and back away frkm you, still coughing.

“You’re not a child, come back here.” You command him. He ignores you, looking out into the ocean. Megumi watches the way his eyss light up a little more than usual, an idea blasting through his head. Faster than infinite void.

Tsumiki sees him too, watching him turn back to you, whi kept the smile on your face until you met his own mischievous expression.

“Sweetcheeks,” he draws out that silly pet name, taking a hard step towards you. The sand is unmoving. His infinity was on, reduring you defenseless while he had what you would call, a damn suit of armor.

You shuffle back, throwing the can at his head. It thunks on his infinity, bouncing off and rolling away.

“Go away!” You shouted, eyes wide with fear. A playful shadow looms over his face, only his piercing eyes visible. His hands are up in the air, twitching ad you continue shuffling back in the sand until your back hits his seat. With no where to run, you squeak, hands covering your head as he lunges at you, infinity off as he takes you in his arms. (He’s holding you like a sack of potatoes).

“NO!” You scream, slapping his back.

You’re like a feather on his shoulder, your hits are like waves of wind.

He laughs while running into the water. Along the way you find yourself laughing as well between your shouts, he’s waist deep while you’re not wet yet, feet tickling the water before he counts down. Your laugher finally stops.

“Three…”

Your eyes wide, grip even harder on him. Your position is adjusted; your legs wrap around his waist, arms locked on his neck, face full of panic.

From the shore, Tsumiki is laughing, waving at yhe two of you. Hell, even Megumi, the stone cold freak as Satoru refers him, is giggling to himself.

“Two…”

“SATORU! Satoru! Satoru..”

Your voice going from a shout to a sweet call, arms loosening around his neck, your hands make their way to his shoulders, giving him a snug squeeze. “Toru, the love of my life. Future husband, future father to my kids,”

You trail ln, and his dxpression is smug. Eyebrows raised, lips lressed in a tight smile.

“Keep going…”

“You are the best thing thats ever—”

“Too basic,” he says just as fast, dropping you into the water. You didn’t even realize it was so deep, the water reaching just below your breasts.

Your coughing, trying to get up, but Satoru keeps lushing you back down.

“What the— what gives?!” You try to shout, moving the now wet hair from your face, voice hoarse from previous shouting and salt water stuck in your throat.

He gets really clise to your face, body submerged hnder the crystal blue water. His voice soft in whisper, he tells you, “Well, unless you want to get charged with public indecency, I suggest you get that,” his eyes glance down, “fixed.”

“What?” You mutter, looking down at yourself. You hugged Satoru a little too quickly. His head leans back, laughter bubbling from the back of his throat.

“HAHA!” He laughs, one of his large hands on your back, pressing your breasts onto his chest, the other covering his eyes.

When the laughter subsides, his hand fiddling behind your neck, fingers brushing you every now and then as he retightens the Bikini top, still giggling every now and then.

“Alright babe, it’s fixed.”

You look up at him, his big fat head is covering the sun, but he just looks so graceful. His smile is bright, and big. His eyes are uncovered, gleaming a bright blue. They’re crinkled as they stare down at you, smiling so bright that it hurts.

“Ah, what a gentleman—for once..” you mutter under your breath, your hands on his shoulders, pressing him down. He leans, and you get on your tippy toes in the water, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He was expecting one on the lips, cheek kisses are good though. They make him feel fuzzy.

Flabbergasted, he stands looking at you, watching you as you trudge away in the water back to the kids. Megumi is laughing with Tsumiki, and this might be the only time, Satoru thinks, the only time you guys would see him act as a kid.

He watches as you pick Megumi up, whispering something in his ear while Tsumiki stands close, watching as you tell her something slightly different than what you told the younger boy. The three of you lived in a different world from the girl who couldn't see curses. She had no idea of their existence, and it would stay that way.

Megumi on your hip, he watches as you wave at him. You looked as though you were telling him you come over, so he begins his trudge over to the three of you.

He watched you mutter something to Tsumiki, and she giggles, covering her mouth. Before Satoru shouts at them to figure out what was happening, the Sun disappears. A large wave of water looms over him, and he can only stand and watch in terror as it comes crashing down on him.

“Uh oh.” He mumbles, before getting pummeled by large waves of water.

The last thing he recalls hearing is the laughter escaping your mouths.

As long as you guys were happy, he guesses.

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multifandomslxt · 10 months

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Nct 127 as fratboys Pt.1

I enjoyed this wayyyyyy too much lmaoo

Taeil

first off

baby he don't wanna be here lmaoooo

He don't even know how he got in a frat in the first place

he majors in one of three things

comp sci

finance

or accounting (Yes finance and accounting are different)

Taeil wouldn't be your typical frat boy

he's definitely turning his assignments in on time

and he is never

and I mean NEVER up for a party

but allows it to happen anyway

however, if its finals season...

He is the one who shuts the party down when the clock touches 12

"Everyone get the fuck out! You have exams in a few hours"

The father of the frat honestly

He's pretty laid back and doesn't bother anyone

Some would think that he doesn't get laid either but c'mon now

he fucks around ALOT!

Don't let him fool you

Has had a threesome multiple times

but don't tell anyone I told you that

He hates the parties but always gets 4-5 BJs at each

and guess what y'all

if you fuck him

NO ONE WILL KNOW!

he won't brag about it and he won't tell a soulllll

If his friends are eyeing someone he's been with b4

and they ask him about her

trust and believe this man won't say a word

he'll shrug and be like "Ion know"

ughhh and he pulls easily too

Usually he beats around the bush

but always makes it clear he doesn't want anything serious

all in all he's a sneaky and quiet fratboy

lol

Johnny

Yeah...

everybody knows about this bitch right here

He is a business major.

Period

do not question the facts

doesn't give too much fucks about his grades though

as long as he gets a degree after this shit

he's good.

He would be known as the irresistible heartbreaker

cuz he WILL pull you in

and then drop you after he fucks.

I'm just being honest here y'all lmaoo

He is THE life of the party

like if a party is happening and he ain't there...

it's gonna be lame asf

He and Jaehyun are notorious for making their coma-inducing

jungle juice

Surprisingly he has a good fashion sense for a frat boy

oh and he definitely comes from a rich family

so yk he's driving his car around blasting

Drake and Tyga

Smokes hella w33d btw

like I'm not even joking

his circle clean as hell though

vibes are always through the roof

He fucks every other day

and everybody knows he does

why?

because he posts about it on social media

yup.

i said it.

He would definitely tag your ass too

so if yk you don't like the inanet knowing

that your- in his words- "pum pum wetter than the ocean"

then leave this man alone

lmaoooo

overall a menace and a jerk- typical fratboy (I'm sorry I wanted him to be sweet too lol)

Taeyong

He's a nerd.

I'm sorry but Taeyong does not belong in a frat 😭 jk k

but

He 100% has his legos displayed in his room

like don't even say it's not true

His idea of a fun time is spending hours building a lego set

He's definitely a communications major

maintains a relatively good gpa

so he's ight.

And a ladies man

Oh yupp

Everyone who has his twitter sees his posts about pussy eating.

And lemme tell you something

Bitches have lined up in front of the frat to get eaten out by this man

ya hear me???

And he brags about it on the dl

would be notorious for attending 2-3 parties for the semester tho

why?

his legos.

he NEVER has a shirt on

I swearrrrrr

he also smokes w33d with Johnny sometimes

but doesn't do it often bcz it tends to fuck him up a bit too much

can't roll one to save his life lmao

in terms of fucking he only does it when he's stressed

Did a threesome with Taeil once

He's the type to stare you down from some creepy ass dark corner at a party if he finds you hot.

He's definitely not the type to just tell anyone that he ate you out or fucked you randomly

but if one of his friends were to ask him

he's telling it all and giving you a rating outta 10.

for your sake

you betta hope he don't give you anything below 6.

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 20: Adamantium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.2k a/n: this is completely different than anything i've published so far so hopefully it's okay ;a; next

Captain…where was the captain? Was he okay? He doubted so, that blast had been insane. Even with Killer moving in front to protect his captain - he didn’t stand any kind of chance. Shanks was just too powerful.

On his back, breathing heavy, staring at the sky above. He's praying to whatever deity, or maybe the universe, that this isn’t the end but he's pretty sure it might be. He tries to think of how he got here; all the events that led up to this moment but he can't even form a coherent thought right now. He can’t even move to see if he can find his captain; hell, he can hardly keep his eyes open. They slowly flutter shut as the world around him goes black.

His heart feels like it's beating out of his chest. He never thought...he couldn't believe that he'd go out like this. Not this soon. He thought there'd be more of some kind of a fight; not being annihilated by a single blow. He’s searching for a lifeline he just can’t reach. His vision starts blurring as the light starts to fade. Water suddenly surrounds his body - did he fall into the ocean? He can’t even swim now, so he’ll probably end up sinking. He slowly falls unconscious once more.

Inhale. Exhale.

Looks like someone fished him out of the water, he can breathe but not easily. With each inhale followed by its exhale, he swears his ribs are breaking. It wouldn't surprise him if they punctured his lungs soon. The pain, it’s unrelenting. He’s ready for the end if that means all of this would end… Going out at twenty-seven? He supposed he made it further than most pirates, but he still feels like he could’ve gone further. Voices can be heard, but he can’t make anything out. Again, his world goes black.

Suddenly, his life is flashing before his eyes like some kind of movie. The highs, the lows, his accomplishments, and everything that never happened; most of them are memories of you. There was so much that was unsaid - so much that he wanted to tell you. He had told himself he would finally tell you everything when you returned from Wano, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen now.

Naturally, the first memory to surface was when he had met you. The captain and him had just gotten their asses handed to them by Victoria for laughing at her when she spilled brown curry all over herself. They had retreated to the captain’s house. Eustass had burst into his sibling’s room to declare not to come into his room, which, of course, would arouse suspicion for anyone. Not moments later, you had burst into the captain's room with such a confident look on your face that you had caught your brother doing something devious. You immediately swept him off his feet; had taken his breath away. It was love at first sight. He was certain he’d never seen anyone so radiant; his world had grown a little brighter that day.

It only grew from there. Seeing the way you cared for the captain and everyone else, it was admirable. You were patient with them; caring and kind. You never once complained about having everyone over or having so many mouths to feed. After all, it was only you providing for the lot of you for a long time. You had dropped out of school just to take care of the captain and you didn’t even bat an eye. You didn’t even hesitate to do what you needed to make sure that Eustass had everything he could ever need. You never once seemed to regret it. You were so strong in more ways than one.

The scene shifted to the first time you taught him how to cook. You taught him how to make spaghetti from scratch. You could've just bought box noodles, but you had gone the extra mile to really show off your own skills and show him how to really cook. You were patient with him despite him being really bad in the beginning. You never once lost your temper with him or raised your voice. Honestly, it's probably why spaghetti ended up being his favorite food - because it reminded him of you. Of the warmth you made him feel that day.

Each and every time you saved their asses from their own dumb decisions, it only solidified his love for you. You displayed such strength and grace when you fought, never once becoming overwhelmed, no matter how many opponents stood in your way. You always came out on top without hardly breaking a sweat. He admired you for that. You never hesitated in your actions. All they had to say was that someone was in trouble and you jumped into action with no questions asked; no complaints. Sure, there was teasing, but it was light hearted and you never meant it.

Eustass noticed Killer’s crush on you back on the island. He had been staring just a little too long one day and as Eustass had put it, “You just had a look on your face.” He had teased him relentlessly about it, but also kept pushing him to confess. Killer kept coming up with excuses as to why he couldn't. You probably only saw him as a brother as you did the others. The captain tried to argue that point; saying that the both of you acted more like a domestic couple than anything else. You both were practically parents of the other three.

The captain was actually the one who had given him the photo of you. It had been as a joke at first. "Take a picture, it lasts longer." It was a photo of you stitching up one of them, but you had been laughing at something that someone had said. Seeing you like that had taken his breath away. He loved it when you laughed, it was the most beautiful thing to him. He was so in love with you that it hurt.

Little did the captain know that Killer did end up keeping that photo. It stayed in his helmet - it was his treasure.

Heat and Wire caught on not long after and the teasing only grew worse from there. They had noticed when he started developing the habit of holding on to your hips whenever you would patch him up. Even still, he never said anything. He just thought you were out of his league, too good for him; much to everyone else’s dismay. They just wanted him to confess, but they weren’t about to do it for him.

When he had seen you near death in that alleyway - that was the first time Killer had experienced true anger. Someone pulling dirty tricks to get to you - you didn't deserve that. You never attacked out of turn, you had only ever attacked as defense. Never started a fight, just ended it. You were always just playing clean up. Cleaning up their messes and it had gotten you hurt. You were his ray of sunshine and he’d be damned if he was going to let anyone take that away from him. He felt like he had failed you that day somehow - like it was his fault you had ended up that way. He made a silent vow to make sure no one ever hurt you like that ever again.

After the attack, you weren’t the same. You were more skittish, had lost your sparkle and shine. All that confidence you had was gone. You did your best to pretend it didn't bother you, but he could see right through you. Aside from Eustass, no one could read you better than Killer. He still loved you with every ounce of his being, no matter what happened. He just wanted to hold you close and tell you that everything was alright, that he’d protect you from harm. Though, he still blamed himself somewhat for what happened, so he kept his distance.

Then he saw a shift in your personality out at sea. You had been growing your confidence back. You were happy and full of life again. You would cook with him, help your brother with some projects, even taught Heat and Wire how to smith. You still had your moments, but you seemed happy. You had your groove back for the most part. He was happy to see you in your element once more.

When you opened up to him on the island, his heart ached for you. Seeing you talk about yourself in such a manner, he couldn’t understand why you had thought that way. Everyone cherished you so much. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t fight anymore because you did everything in your power to help out wherever you could. He was determined to help you see just how much you meant to everyone; and for a moment, he thought it worked.

Something happened that created that drastic shift in your mood. Later, it was to be shown it was Kese, but at the time he couldn't understand. You started really pulling away and it had concerned everyone. No one knew what was going on. Everyone tried talking to you at one point or another, but you shut everyone out.

Then you announced you were going to leave the crew. It wasn't forever, but it ended up feeling like it. He had been upset just as Eustass had been, but he knew you had your reasons and he respected that. If this would help you, then he’d gladly let you take some time. After all, he said he’d never make you do something that you didn’t want to do.

It was during your departure that the terrible news came. The news that you had been taken from them far too soon. He was absolutely devastated just as the captain had been - everyone was. He felt like his world was crumbling. He did some stupid things - things he knew you would never have approved of - right along with the captain. The both of them held little value of their own lives, growing reckless in their actions.

The events of Wano then happened. He didn't recall too much of what happened in the snowfield. He wasn't fully himself when that happened and you were covered head to toe in robes.

But when you showed up, saving their asses just like you used to? Looking radiant and fantastic? He was pretty sure he had died and went to whatever heaven right then and there. He figured it had been a mix up cause there's no way he'd end up there, but as long as you were there, he didn't care. You looked like the guardian angel you had always been. The confidence you once held was back and he fell in love with you all over again. That shine, that sparkle, your shit eating grin, and cocky way you spoke - he had missed it so much.

He could hardly speak let alone move, he had been so glad he wore a helmet because he wouldn’t have been able to keep anything hidden. His heart would’ve been on his sleeve at that moment.

Both him and Eustass had honestly thought you were a hallucination after you left once again. They assumed they had just had a close run in with death and wanted to see you one more time so they both imagined you. Or your spirit had swooped down to save their asses one last time before ascending back to the heavens. There was just no way that they were that lucky - that the universe would bring you back to them just because.

Only to their surprise when you showed up with the rest of the crew. You were actually there - alive. You were smiling, laughing, and arguing with Eustass. Everything was right again. They both tried not to dwell on it too much because they both knew they wouldn’t be able to hold it together in the slightest.

He had wanted so badly to tell you how much he loved you - how much he always loved you. But, with what happened with the SMILE fruit, he just felt like he wasn't worthy of your love. Whatever confidence he had somehow gotten had been shattered because of the damn fruit. Insecurity took over, he felt like a monster. A monster you could never love.

Though, you never once showed an ounce of fear or disgust. Not even in the snowfields. That much he remembered. From the moment you had seen him both as Kamazo and as himself, both times he had only seen sympathy in your eyes. You saw right through his smile, you knew there was nothing but pain and sadness behind it. Even when you heard his hideous and terrible laugh, it didn’t seem to phase you in the slightest.

He had almost confessed to you that night in the kitchen. However, with everything else that happened and your welcoming aura, just you being back and in his arms, the miracle of you being alive, he broke down. You didn't judge him though, you didn't make him feel weak for doing so. It felt like the most natural thing, like it was okay for him to not be strong all the time, like he could finally let go. He felt he could relax again. You were there in his arms and safe. You held on to him in a way that gave him the resolve to keep going. He knew as long as you were around - things would be right. He could be content with just being by your side.

Then you dropped the bomb that you were staying behind again. The amount of anxiety he had felt when he first heard this was astronomical. Who was going to protect you? Why were you staying? Did you get into a fight with Eustass? He couldn't see why you'd want to stay. Especially not after what had happened last time. The excuse you gave the crew, he saw right through it. There was a reason you were staying but you weren’t telling anyone. Why?

It didn't help that you wouldn't tell him the truth either. What could it have been that you couldn't even tell him? You two had always been transparent with each other. The both of you always went to each other for everything. There were no secrets between the two of you. Well, except for his massive secret of being in love with you all this time.

Seeing the determination in your eyes, you had your heart set on it; and who was he to stop you from achieving whatever it was you had your heart set on? He knew it had to be important if it meant you'd be leaving the crew again. Eustass seemed to know why you were staying, but he also wouldn't tell anyone. It must have been a very good reason considering that the captain was a blabbermouth and couldn’t hardly keep any form of secret to himself. It also must have been a very good reason for him to allow you to stay behind.

Killer had tried to get the information out of him. And he almost did.

"I'll tell you, but only if you finally tell them how you feel."

That's what he had said and, dammit, he tried. Killer had never been one to convey his feelings in the least. He just wasn't good at it - especially when it came to you. You were just so perfect and so out of reach to him that when he tried any kind of confession, he ended up tongue tied. How could he admit his feelings for someone that he held so dear? What if everything went south? He couldn’t stand to lose you in any capacity - he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

The night of the festival, he had taken the biggest risk he'd ever had. Sure, it started out of genuine concern. You were spiraling and he could tell - it had kind of been his fault for reopening such a fresh wound. He reached out, putting his hand on your thigh in an attempt to ground you. You seemed to come back and even welcome the touch. You visibly relaxed to his touch and he couldn’t help but…keep it there.

So, he decided to keep his hand there and you didn't push him away. That told him everything he needed to know. That little bit of contact that you allowed, and even seemed to enjoy, was more telling than words could give him. The both of you had always been able to communicate more silently. You were connected in that way. Words weren’t really needed.

Again, he didn't say anything. He didn't feel it was the right time. He didn't want you to feel like it was some last ditch effort to keep you on the ship. He decided that he'd finally say something whenever he saw you again - much to the captain's dismay. Eustass just wanted him to stop overthinking everything and get it out. Though, there seemed to be a silent agreement between you and Killer after that night. One that said there was going to be some kind of conversation when you were reunited.

And now, he'd never get the chance. You were in Wano, probably seeing the vivre card slowly burning, not knowing what to do. You told them not to go and get themselves killed, yet here he was, more than likely dying. Right along with his captain - your brother.

In the haze of his subconscious, he saw a face. Your face. You were leaning over him, saying something in a panic. Did you find him? Did whatever celestial being that's out there decide to give him mercy and bring you to him? Or was this all a dream?

Maybe this was a second chance, another life to live. No, he couldn't be that lucky. He was surprised he was still alive - was he alive? Or was he in limbo right now? He had no idea.

He did notice that your blurry face was crying. Why, in his last moments, would he imagine you crying? Was it because of the guilt he was currently feeling? You were going to be left all alone. Well, he wasn’t even sure how much of the other crew had survived if at all.

He knew that he probably wouldn’t survive, probably not the captain either. He had no idea where the rest of the crew was. He felt like a failure. He had failed to protect the grew, failed to keep his promise to you, failed you.

How could you forgive him? He wouldn't blame you if you were mad at him for the rest of your life. There were so many things left unsaid between the both of you. He felt you pull his head against your chest. Was this real? Or still the last ditch attempt to feel you in some way before he died?

"Everything's alright. Don't be afraid. Close your eyes - rest."

Those words rang through clear as day before he finally let go of consciousness once more.

#this is also HEAVILY influenced by room 138 by asking alexandria frfr #that song is SO important to me but also tw if you do listen to it bc it has to do with od'ing #it's just a song i relate to a little too much but it also is so good dude #anyway hopefully y'all like this the next chapter might just be the last #might be two idk yet #am fics #cc #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #killer one piece #massacre soldier killer #i definitely shoved all the lyrics to that song into the fic

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crusherthedoctor · 3 months

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"What do the games have that the comics/cartoons don't?"

Gameplay

SA1 skyboxes

SA1 animations

SA1 Eggman pimp strutting

SA2 Eggman scratching his ass

S3&K sound design

Hue Hue Hue

Werehog scream

Make believes reborn

This is the wrong room

Sonic walking like he's got erectile dysfunction in 3D Blast

Sonic saying WAHHHH every three seconds in the arcade game

well well, if it isn't sonic and tails... SILENCE IAMDOCTORROBOTNIK

The blood, sweat, and tears that went into Rouge's jiggle physics

Work that sucker to death, c'mon now, work that sucker to death

That's a load off my back

They were harmed after the creation of the park

The greatest character in cinematic history, Black Doom

Cope

All's well that ends well, right?

GBA compression doing nothing to offset Chaos Angel

Mean Bean Machine stranger danger faces

Maybe it's the G H O S T of Shadow we saw earlier

Eggman flying past the Babylon Rogues in full view on purpose

The sphinx was so cute, I had to shave it

Trip transforming into a better dragon than Dulcy

TA DAVY JOOONES WITH YE

:O ...goodthingyou'reokay

Don't worry buddy, Don't worry buddy, Don't worry buddy

Johnny GiOHHHHeli

Completing the road to adulthood by beating the antlion boss on Game Gear

Dear Sonic Heroes, GUESS WHAT SONIC HEROES

Yep, I'm the captain

Barrel

Yer a sheep shagger Knuckles

I'm Shadow the Hedgehog, no one tells me what to do, this is who I am

TRULY AMAZING *dies*

Tails' Wave Ocean being immediately followed up with Eggman saying "You have wasted so much of my time"

Sonic music cured my depression and also my rigor mortis

Initiating Recovery Mode

#Dumb Shit #Sonic the Hedgehog

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lady-divine-writes · 2 months

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Our Flag Means Death - "Metamorphosis - Chapter 3/3"

Summary:

After Edward leaves with Calico Jack, Stede makes a decision that changes the course of their story... Otherwise known as - what if the lighthouse were to become the Kraken?

Read on AO3.

Chapter 3 (3221 words)

"Olly olly oxen free," Izzy calls, swinging a leg over the rail of the burning ship. "Where the fuck do you all be?"

"Yeah...where are they? There are two dinghies down below. Someone should be here." Edward scans the ship for signs of life but only sees fire and smoke. More smoke than this amount of fire justifies. It hangs thick in the air, barely budged by the ocean breeze. It burns Edward's nostrils, makes his eyes water, and obscures his vision. Blackbeard's fingers fumble at his neck as he covers his nose and mouth with the tails of Stede's cravat.

Yes, he still wears the blasted thing. Has this entire time. Each time he thinks he should take it off and be done with it, he finds himself tying it back on.

Tying it tight, like a collar.

Mouths clamped shut for fear of breaking into a fit, Edward's and Izzy's eyes meet, and they silently question their life choices. They've put themselves in the position of prey, waiting for whatever fuckery the Revenge crew may have planned. Edward, for one, only has himself to blame.

But Izzy can blame Edward.

"Do you see anything, Izz?"

"No. Can't see nothing through this." Izzy swats at the smoke, fruitlessly trying to clear a path. "What is this fire? It smells like burning shit. I don't like this."

"They should be here by now," Edward repeats. "Their ship was closer than ours."

"Serves us right, believing that fucker." Izzy spits, clearing ash from his mouth. "Do you think it's a trap?"

"Certainly seems like it." Blackbeard subconsciously sucks too big a breath into his air-starved lungs. Soot sticks to the inside of his throat, and he coughs into his fist. It rattles his chest, making his ribs ache. Clearing the ash from his throat leaves an oily tang behind that he can't identify, but it repulses him.

"Oh, God! This ship smells like a rotting horse's ass! Is the smoke getting thicker?"

Izzy dry-heaves into the crook of his arm. "I think...it might be."

"We've got to find cleaner air!"

"Aye!"

They wait for a stiff breeze to blow their way, then walk against it, searching for a pocket of breathable air. They shuffle from unburnt floorboard to unburnt floorboard, which puts them in a recess of hot and oppressive. Fingers of flame break through cracks beneath them, singing the soles of their boots. They soldier on, holding their breath until their lungs feel fit to burst.

The fire eggs them on, erupting to life every time they stop to catch a breath. They sneak underneath the main sail and end up at the helm. The air here is blessedly smoke-free, but they realize too late that they've painted themselves into a corner.

They turn in the direction they came. A stronger wind blows. A swath of smoke clears, revealing bodies ablaze, littering every inch of ground, except for the path paved to where they both stand.

Ending up here wasn't an accident, Blackbeard realizes. Lucius and his minions used burning corpses to force their way. The crew of the Revenge used the dead to create a smoke screen. A step off the trail would have had them treading on bodies.

They were herded here.

Edward has done similar, but with a different fuel. He'd taught that to Stede.

A new nightmare strikes when a resounding bark echoes through the flames, filling Edward with a fear so primal it almost compels him over the side, leaving Izzy to fend for himself. He's confident Izzy would follow, but abandoning ship would make Edward a laughing stock.

He digs his heels in and wills himself not to move.

Footsteps approach, nails scraping the planks with every step, shredding the wood beneath them as if their owner is clawing the ship apart.

Or being restrained from charging.

What variety of beast would be tromping around in this wreckage? Through the smoke and fire, unafraid? And in the middle of the ocean?

Did Lucius send them there to face it?

Maybe that was the angle all along.

Perhaps the captain of the Revenge devised this plan to trap him and Izzy aboard this flaming graveyard, knowing there was some murderous fiend afoot - an oddity from distant lands being brought to England for auction that managed to escape its trammel during the melee.

Izzy and Edward stand their ground and reach for their pistols.

"Should we retreat, Captain? Make for the water?" Izzy asks, teeth locked together as he awaits their fate. He half turns in the direction of the rail. Should Edward give the word, Izzy won't need to be told twice.

Edward has to admit that would be the wisest plan, but he can't do it. He can't leave without answers. His questions haunt him and will continue to haunt him every night for the rest of his life.

Slow boot heels follow the scrape, scrape, scrape. Human-shaped silhouettes emerge, putting Edward at ease. These humans could still mean to kill them, but it's a danger Edward knows.

The delegation from the Revenge breaks through the haze. "Hidee ho, neighbors and foes!"

Edward smirks.

Izzy groans.

That voice again. It means to torment Edward and Izzy for the entirety of this exchange. In retrospect, he should have expected as much.

"What the fawk did we do in life to be plagued by this pain in the arse?"

Edward chuckles. "Do you want the list?"

Izzy blinks in response. "I see your point."

But maybe, Edward thinks, regret wrapping around his heart like a fist and clenching, it's not a plague. Maybe this is the rub.

Is Lucius captain of the Revenge?

It would make sense. Under Stede's charge, she had a competent crew. A handful of them were more than capable of taking the helm in Stede's absence. But he probably trusted Lucius the most.

Aside from himself, once upon a time.

The fist around his heart twists, digging nails in.

Edward's thoughts derail as three familiar faces come into view: Oluwande, Ivan, and Fang. Fang pays them no mind, meandering through the carnage and looting bodies led by the stockiest hound Edward has ever seen.

Edward wondered where Ivan and Fang had gone off to. Part of him believed Stede had dropped them off at Republic of Pirates at their request. Stede wasn't the sort to maroon them without a boat and provisions. From there, he figured his men would search him out, beg to be members of his crew again.

Apparently, they got a better offer.

"Traitorous snakes," Izzy hisses.

"Traitor to who?" Ivan asks. "Captain left us on the Revenge. Or did you not remember we were there while you went paddling off with Calico Jack?" He shakes his head, genuinely heartbroken. "We were rooting for you, too."

"I'm sorry, lads," Blackbeard starts, "but I..."

"Save it." Fang reaches into his pocket and hands his dog a bone that looks suspiciously like a human finger. "Besides, we don't see it as us being traitors. We see it as a strategic career change."

"How's that?"

"We leveled up," Ivan says. "We get three squares a day and two desserts, our own private quarters, generous pay, vacation time, and incentives."

"And he lets us have pets," Fang adds. "Oh..." He gives the beast at his feet, tail wagging hard enough to shake the boards, an apologetic look. "I mean, companion animals."

"That's right. Plus, captain ain't a self-centered dick."

"Where is your captain?" Izzy asks. He hasn't come to the same conclusion Edward has. But he's had enough of this tea-party chatter. If he doesn't run someone through soon, he's going to gut himself.

"On his ship. We're to bring you over."

Blackbeard and Izzy bristle. They don't like that. The change of plans and being brought aboard an enemy vessel? That sounds an awful lot like capture. "But I thought we were to meet here."

"That was a test," Oluwande explains. "To see if it would only be the pair of you. If you'd come over with more men, we would have sunk your ship."

"Right." Izzy snorts. "If memory serves, you only have a diplomatic handful of cannons."

Lucius's smile coils into the diabolical. "We've upgraded. You'll see when we get over."

"And if we don't?" Izzy asks.

Lucius shrugs. "Sinking your ship is still an option. But at least you have a spare." He opens his arms wide. "We'll let you have her. On the house. For old time's sake." He backs away toward the rail, gesturing to the simmering vessel they're standing on. "Have fun captaining this floating fireplace before it sinks."

Izzy and Blackbeard share a skeptical glance, but realizing they have no choice, they reluctantly follow, retreating down the ladder and climbing into Lucius's dinghy just as the wood above them catches flame. It flares up so brightly that, for a flash, the night above them turns into day.

"That was a close one, wasn't it?" Lucius says sarcastically, betraying the fact that he knows something, maybe even a whole host of somethings, that Edward and Izzy don't. Blackbeard is desperate to discover the secret behind Revenge and her captain (who he is still convinced is Lucius), but the stakes climb higher every second.

***

Blackbeard has never heard the term 'upgrade' before. If it means 'armed to the teeth', then that's what the Revenge is, her hull lined with additional cannon ports, the wooden slats open, ready to fire. She looks like a deadly skeleton of her former self. Edward has no idea how they managed to add so many and keep the ship from leaking during every storm.

"That's new," Edward says under his breath.

"It is," Lucius condescends. "I thought it was a little much when Captain first commissioned them. But they've made life much more comfortable."

"How's that?" Izzy asks. "You can't fuck ' em."

"That sounds like quitter talk." Lucius leans down to pinch Izzy's cheek. If looks could kill, Lucius would have been eviscerated. But Lucius no longer struck Izzy as a man who could be cut easily. And neither does he wither. "Nah. With our new accessories, no one is stupid enough to fuck with us."

***

Deja vu slices Edward like a saber to the flank as he climbs the ladder of the Revenge. He instantly recalls happier times he had here. Times he and Stede spent together.

Times he spent with her crew.

As he finally begins to accept that there is no Stede anymore, that's the thing that hurts the most.

He has estranged himself from people he began to think of as friends.

Specters of the past flood his sight as he steps on deck: him teaching Stede to swordfight; them sharing marmalade and biscuits in the crow's nest; him, Stede, and the crew eating dinner under the moonlight, singing, laughing, and, in general, acting merry.

Stede telling Edward he wears fine things well before Edward threw caution to the wind and kissed him.

Well...almost.

He couldn't that night. But in his memories, he does. And it's the most glorious kiss of his life.

Amidst the merry, Edward thinks on that horrible night when he chose Jack, and whoever the fuck Edward thought he was, over Stede.

Revenge, like most ships, keeps her shadows close, carries them with her wherever she goes, especially where her captain is concerned.

There isn't a plank of the Revenge that wasn't touched by a memory of Stede Bonnet.

At Blackbeard's arrival, the vultures gather, flooding the deck to see the show. Newcomers to the crew make way for the old timers. They walk beneath Edward's nose to make their presence known, some spitting on his boots as they march past. It amazes Ed that the Revenge managed to not lose a single member of her original troupe. That alone is a feat. There they stand, lined up on the deck like the last time he saw them. Except this time, they're dressed to the nines. They're stronger, vastly more capable, mostly grit and less shine.

And not a single one of them looks happy to see him.

Blackbeard's crew has changed several times over in as many years. Many of them were dead - people whose names he'd never bothered to learn for that reason.

The life of a pirate is brutal...and short.

Edward takes in the new faces, wonders who hired them.

What Stede would think of them.

Whoever hired them knows their stuff.

"Captain on deck!"

The booming voice of Buttons calling everyone to attention sends a chill up Edward's spine. Anxiety rips through his core, wraps its thorny arms around his torso and squeezes hard. There was a time when he could see the Revenge as his home, the flagship of a new and different fleet, with Stede by his side at the helm.

Now, Edward feels like he no longer belongs.

And the Revenge without Stede is just a ship.

The sound of uneven steps behind them causes Ed and Izzy to turn.

Let's get this over with, Edward thinks, ready to face whatever comes his way.

Or so he thought.

Edward and Izzy have the same reaction when they spot the person walking up to them.

"The fuck...?"

Because, like Revenge on the high seas, it can't be. It just...it can't be.

Shrewd eyes gaze back at them, eyes that Edward remembers being soft and kind. But they look like eyes he's seen in the mirror.

The eyes of a killer.

Edward's lips tremble. "St---Stede?"

Stede crosses his arms and grins. It's a clever grin, albeit slightly unhinged. "Well, well, well." His eyes bounce from captive to captive in a manner calculated and cold. "Who do we have here? Izzy Hands?" Stede scoffs. "How on earth are you still alive? And you..." He stops in front of Edward, close enough for Edward to reach a hand out and touch him. And God, does Edward want to touch him, if for no other reason than to prove he's real. "Is it Blackbeard? Or Edward Teach?"

"What's the difference, Captain?" Lucius asks, talking about Ed as if he isn't standing right there in front of him.

"Well, Lucius, one has balls. The other..." Stede pulls a face "...not so much."

Laughter rises up from the crew. Izzy, standing to his captain's right, seethes. Edward gives Stede a brazen once-over, less concerned with being mocked than his first mate. Stede, like every member of his crew, is dressed in a rich suit of mourning black. The only accessory out of place is the belt slung low around his hips. Hanging from it are a knife and three guns.

Three guns? Really? That's just overkill!

Though, at the moment, Blackbeard wouldn't kick a second gun out of bed if offered, not to mention a third.

"What the hell happened to you, Stede?"

A hefty object wallops Edward in the belly, doubling him over. "They call him The Gentleman Pirate!" a newer member of Stede's crew growls. "You would do well to do the same!"

Izzy moves to attack the person who struck Edward, but three swords pointing at his neck put him in his place. He would give his life for his captain, but getting his throat slit doesn't guarantee Edward's safety.

Ed doesn't stand upright straight away, too overwhelmed by his current circumstances. There doesn't seem to be one person on Stede's crew awestruck by Blackbeard's presence, no signs that they would consider surrender.

Is there even a white flag onboard Stede's ship?

Where were these people ten years ago? Maybe life would have been different if Blackbeard had found more sailors who weren't afraid of him.

Edward doesn't address the pirate who hit him. He looks straight at Stede, eyes steely with disillusionment. "You're no gentleman. Not anymore."

"Says who? You?" Stede huffs. "I don't think you have the authority to judge."

"Wait...if you're here, who did they hang?"

Stede holds out a hand to Ivan and makes a 'give me' motion with his fingers. Ivan obediently hands something over, but Edward doesn't see it till it's tossed at his feet.

A whip.

Edward's eyes nearly pop from his skull.

"You really don't keep tabs on old friends, do you? But, then again, pirates don't have friends."

"That's...that's impossible," Edward says as Ivan collects the whip, obviously his now.

Stede cocks a brow. "Why? Why is it impossible?"

"They would have known he wasn't you," Blackbeard says, choosing his words carefully. "Calico Jack was infamous. People knew him from a mile off."

"Probably from the stench of alcohol and failure," Olu suggests. Those who remember the man snicker. The remaining crew joins in when they realize this could be a sore spot for Blackbeard.

"Yes, well, it may have been difficult to discern his features with his face burned beyond recognition..." Stede grins as he watches Edward go pale beneath his beard. "And his tongue cut out," he adds, sealing the shock. "By the by, I did that myself. I didn't source it out."

"Jesus fuck," Edward mutters.

"Oh, you're right about his notoriety," Stede continues, not caring a lick about Edward's disgust. Regretfully, it doesn't fill him with the pride he thought it would. "If I had handed him in for being Calico Jack, I would have received a much larger bounty than I did for turning him in as little old me. But the new life, the anonymity, are worth so much more."

Edward shakes his head. What the fuck happened? They'd only been apart what? Three years? Five? "This isn't you, Stede! You know that!"

And like the snuffing of a flame, Stede's expression goes dark. "How the fuck would you know? I wasn't even human to you! I was your pet, remember?"

A lump forms in Ed's throat. "Wh-where did you hear that?" It's not a question that needs answering. Edward knows where Stede heard it. But if Stede is going to test Edward, he'll test Stede right back. He needs to know there's a smidge of the old Stede Bonnet left in him somewhere. The honor.

The loyalty.

Stede passes the test.

He doesn't sell out a single member of his crew.

"You had no faith in me, no faith in my abilities. Not really," Stede says, unblinking. "You said you'd teach me to be a bloodthirsty pirate. Apparently, the first thing pirates do is run. So that's what we did. You left us, so we left you. Of course, I didn't need you to teach me that." Those words halt him, eyes drifting down to his hands and the dagger he'd been fidgeting between them. "I'd had loads of practice. I left my life, my family, everything I owned to become a pirate. To become like you. This isn't who I was..." He gestures down his body, fingertips skimming the fine fabric of his coat. "It's who I became. Thank you for helping me see the truth." Stede sidles up to Edward, to Blackbeard, with none of the naive charisma Edward loved about him. Stede leans forward, his mouth as close to Edward's ear as he can get without touching him, and whispers in a voice Ed has dreamed about every night since they parted - "Can you see me now?"

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Chapter 29: Girl Talk. Mai and Katsuko try to pass the Bechdel test.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

As the splash from the cannonball rippled out in circles, rocking our boat, I risked standing up to scan the water’s surface looking for something, some sign, proof of life, I guess.

How long could Mitsuhide hold his breath, if that was what he was doing?

What if that blast had knocked him out?

Maybe he was even now sinking deeper and deeper?

Before I could second guess myself, I prepared to dive in, but Kyubei had made the same decision, and made it faster. He thrust the crossbow into my hands and tore off his clothing-

Sploosh!

Right next to us, a geyser of water and Mitsuhide erupted out of the ocean. He took a deep gasping gulp of air. Casually, he folded his arms on the side of the boat, looking like a Sengoku era Kilroy, and into our silence said, "Kyubei? Where are your clothes?

Relief warred with an urge to-

"Far be it from me to point out the obvious, Kaya, but the Mouri ship is over there, and not in the middle of my forehead. May I gently suggest you point that weapon... that way." He gestured to a point over my shoulder.

For one moment, I entertained a rather murderous thought and kept the weapon where I was aiming it for an extra long pause before I returned the crossbow to Kyubei, who had quickly thrown his haori back on. "It's a wonder none of your friends have murdered you yet." I'd addressed it half to Mitsuhide and half to Hideyoshi, who was still sputtering outraged syllables.

"I've often wondered the same about you." Mitsuhide slid into the boat with athletic grace, and then elegantly knocked some water out of his ears.

"Oh that’s easy enough. I don’t have any friends," I tossed it out there without thinking, although I suppose it’s more or less the truth. Unless you counted Sasuke, who was currently five hundred years in the future (right - Mai and I still needed to compare notes once we got out of this situation). Anyway, now wasn't the time to dwell on my friendless state. The immediate danger of the Mouri’s rowboat had passed, but we were still stuck in the lagoon, with a pirate ship blocking our exit.

The morning sun soon revealed that our state had become even more precarious, illuminating the Mouri soldiers who were waiting for us on the shore. Well, since we’d – I’d – burned down their fort, they’d probably be a lovely welcoming committee should we decide to take our chances on swimming back to the island. I doubted they’d be greeting us with a plate of cookies.

Mitsuhide seemed supremely unconcerned by any of that. He'd pulled his clothes back on, though the fabric clung damply to his wet body. I looked away. It wasn’t worth dwelling on. As if nothing major had interrupted the morning, he asked Mai and Hideyoshi if they managed to get any rest.

“Until your pre-dawn swim, I did.” Hideyoshi’s response was a growl, the ��you self-sacrifical ass’ went unspoken but was still broadcast loud and clear.

After a quick glance at the position of the sun, Mitsuhide scanned the horizon to the north, and nodded as something large and dark glided into sight. Many somethings. "Perfectly on time," Mitsuhide turned to Hideyoshi. "After all your lectures, is it not gratifying to know that Masamune can be prompt when it's absolutely necessary?"

The long dark thing separated into a line of iron hulled warships. The Oda fleet of atakebune. It was obvious that Motanari’s single Portuguese vessel was outgunned. Hideyoshi easily flipped into tactical mode as he gazed at the approaching reinforcements. “What happened to the Mouri navy?”

“We moved up the timetable and got here first,” Mitsuhide said, as Motonari’s carrack raised sails, the blue sash still flying from the top of it, and booked it out to sea.

The Oda fleet, built for coastal defense, didn’t bother to follow.

Mitsuhide smiled and turned his face to the sun. "Lovely day for a sail, would you say?" He didn’t quite get to the point of an ‘I love it When a Plan Comes Together’, but it was implied.

By the time we’d made our way out of the cove to meet Oda’s large vessel, Hideyoshi had apparently either forgiven Mitsuhide for worrying him, or decided that it was all a part and parcel of the entity of Mitsuhide. Conversely, Mitsuhide had not forgiven me for leaving the tree to rescue Mai. I was effectively shut out of whatever conversation there was, and left to sit quietly in the end of the boat.

Probably when we got onboard Nobunaga’s ship, I would be in for a full lecture, without the audience of Hideyoshi and Mai.

Once we were off Kyubei’s little sailboat, Mitsuhide was reabsorbed into his life as Nobunaga’s left-hand man, and I was left on the sidelines. I would have volunteered to do something to help… but they didn’t really need me. The Oda clan, while completely polite, was a mostly well-oiled machine (with one rather clumsy exception). Everyone had tasks, and everyone performed them diligently, with no stopping to rest or relax or socialize. With Motonari having evaded capture and sailed off into the sunset, the Oda warlords were far too involved in what they called “war council,” to find some busywork for me to do (I’d asked Hideyoshi, and been politely told to “take a well earned rest young lady”).

Though Nobunaga formally thanked me for my help, he was of course mostly holed up with Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide, apparently plotting out the next step. The ship we were on, was of Portuguese construction too, so of course it could pursue Motonari, but it was too risky a move to pursue without the support of the shore-hugging atakebune, so we were headed... where?

"Sakai first." The only member of the Oda's inner circle to spend any time at all talking to me was a sweet young man named Mitsunari. He had found me sitting on deck watching the coasts of the Southern islands drift past and had paused to answer my question. In spite of, or perhaps because of, his rather absentminded air, I found Mitsunari a restful companion, and during the few times I was in all the warlords’ presence, I'd gravitated toward his side.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t dislike any of them (aside from Mitsuhide, I needed to hold onto my hate like a winter parka in a blizzard) but I didn’t know them well enough to hang out. For the most part, they were all more focused on nurturing Mai. Though she was Hideyoshi's woman, it was clear she was a favorite of all of them. Maybe even their "center" for lack of a better word. Nobunaga called her his lucky charm, and though she was from my time originally, she had become a true Oda Princess in character as well as in name.

I realized that Mitsunari was still talking. Oops. I'd phased right out. "I'm sorry, I missed that." Impolite Katsu!

“Oh. Do you do that too? Sometimes it is hard to keep what is in my head quiet enough to see what is going on around me.” Mitsunari seemed unbothered by my inattention. "Not to worry Lady Kaya. I am certain you have much on your mind too. I asked you if you were coming back to Azuchi with Mitsuhide.”

"Um, I don't know." I didn’t know when Mitsuhide planned to go on to Azuchi. We'd had an agreement. If we didn’t find Aki with Mai and Hideyoshi, he'd promised to keep helping my search. But, would he consider that agreement still valid? The 'tree incident' (for want of a better description) might have invoked a disobedience clause. "I should discuss that with him."

"Hideyoshi asked Mitsuhide if they should prepare one of the guest quarters in the castle for you, but I didn’t hear what the answer was." Mitsunari paused, as if trying to form another question in his head, and then dropped the conversation entirely when a gust of wind grabbed one of his papers and blew it toward the sails.

"I'll get that!" I already knew that we did not want Mitsunari climbing around in the rigging. Over the past couple of days, he'd tripped over a bucket, sending dirty water across the entire deck, nearly garroted himself on a sail line, and had knocked Ieyasu overboard (luckily we'd been anchored at the time).

Just as I was reaching for the paper… I’ve done this before. It was another of those odd not-my-memory memories: a vision of climbing a tree to retrieve one of Mitsunari's papers. I closed my eyes to ward off the image, and that feeling of displacement that accompanied it.

A set of cool hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me back into the present. Into reality. Mitsuhide. I could feel this touch through my clothing. "I realize that you find vertical surfaces nearly irresistible, but I must insist you refrain from scampering about like a demented squirrel." He plucked me off the mast and set me on the deck.

I handed the paper to Mitsunari, and mouthed 'Help me' at him. He simply bowed and wandered away, leaving me alone with Mitsuhide for the first time since the tree incident. Granted, we weren't technically alone. Not with the Oda vassals and sailors scurrying around us, but Mitsuhide had that way of pitching his voice low and quiet and somehow erecting a force field around a conversation. We might have been invisible.

"I wasn't demented. I was helping Mitsunari. Do you really want him climbing around up there?" Besides this time, Mitsuhide hadn't told me not to climb. He was probably just seizing the opportunity to finish his long delayed lecture and — his hands were still holding onto my waist. I took a step back. Even after we broke apart, I could still feel the impression of his fingers, as if I had been clay, and he a sculptor.

"What I would like is for you start using that brain of yours for something beyond fighting me." He tapped his finger on my forehead. "Think before you leap... up... or down."

Feeling unfairly accused, I fell into the trap and spoke without thinking. "And maybe you should listen before you leap to conclu- "

"Kaya!" Out of nowhere, Mai appeared and grabbed my hand. "Finally. I’ve been wanting to talk to you forever." She turned to Mitsuhide and gave him a dazzling smile. "Excuse us. Girl talk. You can have her back later."

Before he (or I for that matter) could respond, she'd tugged me away, keeping hold of my hand until we were safely in the quarters she was sharing with Hideyoshi. That man was nowhere in sight, probably he was still strategizing with Nobunaga.

She slammed the door shut, then looked nervously over her shoulder, as if Mitsuhide could or have teleported through it. Then she sighed. “There.”

Though well timed, her rescue had seemed unprompted. "Did Mitsunari tell you I needed help?"

"Not exactly. He said you were with Mitsuhide, but seemed to have forgotten how to talk, I got curious. And well, I was gonna let the two of you wallow in your u.s.t, but figured you both needed a cooling off period first." She plopped down on the bed (an actual European, raised off the floor bed) and bounced a little. "I wish we could take these back to Azuchi."

Ignoring the odd tangent, I focused on her initial comment. "First of all, a - that was not u.s.t., that was actual anger. It’s hard to tell with him because, b, he is carved from a block of ice, and, therefore, c, a cooling off period is redundant, oh and,“ I counted off on my fingers to make sure where I was in this list, "d, I don’t want to talk about him because it would be nice now that I've found another woman I can talk to, to have a conversation that passes the Bechdel test, especially since you probably actually know what that is." And then, for emphasis, I plopped down on the bed, actually threw myself onto its softness and stared up at the ceiling. “You might have a point about the bed or - at least the pillow." I grabbed the pillow and hugged it to me. “Note to self. Next time I time travel, I’m bringing a pillow.”

“Shhhh.” She suddenly sat up and looked at the porthole… which was sealed shut. "Sorry. Not too many people know my secret. Just Hideyoshi and Nobunaga … and now you. But how did you know I was from the future when we've never met?"

"Sasuke knows, which is how I learned about you." Well more or less. Because it made more sense to start at the beginning, I did so, summarizing the past seven years as minimally as possible.

"Wait. You time travelled to your father, but he didn’t tell you he was your dad? That's kind of,” she seemed to be reaching for a word, but too polite to supply it.

So I did it for her. "Shitty. I know. Anyway Aki’s note mentioned Sasuke, so I hunted him down and we compared notes. Since you, Hideyoshi and Aki all disappeared from Sakai, Sasuke wondered if you all went into the wormhole. Or a wormhole. There could be more than one. Anyway. Details. Sasuke went to the future to see if he could find you there, leaving me to work with Mitsuhide here." I rolled my eyes to remind her of how that was going.

"He can be a tease sometimes but his heart is in the right place." I must have looked clearly skeptical on that, because she added, "The more he teases, the more he actually means what he says underneath."

So. He really means that I'm impossible. Why are we talking about him again? "Look, let's get back to my father, who may or not be somewhere in the future. Did Motonari ever mention Aki- or Akihira- or Yamaoka Akihira?"

She shook her head. "Honestly, we did not spend much time with him. He basically did some moustache twirling, locked us up on his ship, then sent us to that island. We were the only two prisoners, and once we were on the island, I only saw the guard who brought my food." She shivered, and I felt guilty about making her relive it.

Aki's disappearance was probably coincidence. Which meant, even though Mitsuhide had said he'd still help me after we found Mai and Hideyoshi, the chance of him having the resources to do so, if it involved time travel, was getting smaller and smaller. Even if I could figure out how to go through a wormhole on my own, it wouldn’t be right to ask Mitsuhide to come with me. Nor would he agree to leave this era. He was needed by Nobunaga – even, I as an outsider, could see how important he was.

Damn, I Really needed to see the rest of Aki’s letter. Hm. Shot in the dark. "Er. Did anyone mention anything about an Iekane? I think," I tried to recall the contents of the letter we'd found at de Sousa’s so long ago, “he was using the name Kanemori, and claimed to have access to silver mines.”

She wrinkled her nose in concentration – an action I bet charmed everyone around her. “Not ringing a bell. Is he another part of this conspiracy – or whatever it was?"

“He is, but I don't know how. Or how much.” And whether the silver mines were the end game, or something very different – something to do with Aki and time travel. “He’s who ended up with the Oda’s weapons shipment.”

"Sorry. Maybe Hideyoshi might know who he is?" She poked at my sleeve, which had gotten ripped in all the insanity on the island. "I need to be doing something with my hands while I talk. Do you mind if I grab my sewing kit and fix this?"

"You were kidnapped with your sewing box?" I hadn’t seen it when we were escaping.

"No. Mitsuhide had Kyubei bring it from Azuchi with the rest of our clothing. He was that certain he would find us. He had one of Hideyoshi's pipes too." She rummaged through a trunk, leaving me to sit with the memory of a puzzle box containing a pipe and a lock of Mai colored hair.

The sooner I get away from these people the better.

Mai returned to my side before I'd had a chance to move, or even think more clearly about my plans to extricate myself from this contract. Besides her sewing box, she'd brought a yukata for me to wear while she repaired my clothes. I thought of the turquoise one Mitsuhide had given me. Unlike Mai's clothes, my "Kaya" clothes were still in Sakai. That was ok though. I didn’t need to be Kaya, I needed to be Katsu, and I had all of Katsu’s identity with me.

"When we get back to Azuchi, I'd love to design something just for you. To thank you for the rescue." Mai hummed happily as she carefully sewed up the seam.

Ignoring the assumption that I’d be joining them in Azuchi, I simply told her. "If you could make a sports bra, I'd follow you to the ends of the earth."

"I know, right? No lycra in the Sengoku." She frowned." I might be able to rig something with cotton? But anyone who saw it would wonder at it. Besides, maybe it’s a time paradox too. What if some anthropologist found it?"

Given the whole Kenshin, Shingen, Motonari back from the dead, Nobunaga and Mitsuhide still alive situation, I doubted the existence of a sports bra would cause a time paradox. Not to mention… "No one is going to see my underwear." I pulled the sash of the yukata tighter. Mitsuhide had possibly seen everything while I was unconscious, but that had been a medical necessity. And if he had seen everything, he’d politely not mentioned it. A rare case of non-teasing.

Following my chain of thoughts, Mai produced a fairly credible interpretation of Mitsuhide's smirk. "Not even Mitsuhide?"

Ugh. Here we go again.

"We have a contract. We are all business when we're in private. And he's mad that I left the tree to rescue you." When she looked up in confusion, I added, "I wasn't supposed to be the one who broke you out. I was supposed to give them cover while they went in there. When you overpowered that first guard, the commander sent another guard to check it out, so I needed to get you before the second guy raised the alarm."

"I could explain that to him." She shook out the material, examining it for other tears and signs of wear.

"Don't. If he's not going to listen to me, I don't want him to have to take someone else's word first." Besides, in the past I had given him more than enough reasons to distrust me.

She hummed again, but from the look on her face, I suspected she was going to try and intercede anyway.

"Don't." I warned her once again. "It will work itself out one way or another." The another being that I'd be long gone. If these days on the boat had taught me anything, it was that Mitsuhide's life, his future belonged to Azuchi.

Whereas mine… I’d be moving on, looking for Aki, which it appears also meant hunting down Iekane.

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#10things #10 things I hate about Mitsuhide #mitsuhide monday #ikemen sengoku #fanfic #ikesen fanfic #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen mitsunari #ikesen mai #ikesen hideyoshi #katsuverse #oc katsuko #ikesen kyubei

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tarisilmarwen · 9 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "The Wynkahthu Job"

The space = ocean metaphor really getting stretched here.

Hoo boy, here we go.

Hondo's converted the Imperial shuttle he stole into his new pirate ship. Mostly by way of strapping cargo crates to the top like it's a minivan lol.

Love how literally no one but Ezra is happy to see Hondo.

"But it all worked out in the end right?" It in fact did not work out in the end my love, you lost the Phantom and nearly fell to your death in a gas cloud.

Azmorigan wiping his earwax off onto the door panel, gross.

Yeah no I'm with Hera on this one I wouldn't want to work with him either.

I SHOULDN'T LAUGH BUT HONDO'S BLIND JOKES ARE ACTUALLY KIND OF HILARIOUS.

Right so, Rebels kind of leans into this whole aesthetic of depicting space with ocean and seafaring metaphors, which I guess ties back into the whole idea that Star Wars is Space Fantasy, not science-fiction, imbued with the romanticism and swashbuckling adventure of weekly serials. We have knights and princesses and pirates, the most iconic weapon is a sword (Ezra's first lightsaber in particular is kind of akin to a rapier, and his fighting style evokes fencing), we have ancient wayfinders (bo-rifles and Lasat culture) and migrating pods of whales. And now we have a shipwreck being slowly drawn in by a whirlpool.

It's a pretty cool reoccurring element.

Ezra still looks a bit uncomfortable with Hondo's affectionate shoulder wraps.

I love that they brought AP for this mission, he's always hilarious.

Oh good we're at scene the first of my least favorite part of this episode, Ezra randomly being an ass for no real reason. It's especially jarring and grating after the maturity he showed last episode so frankly I'm just kind of going to wander away from that plot thread and ignore it whenever it happens, it's dumb and I refuse to entertain it.

There isn't even any real lesson learned??? Ezra never apologizes for being a shit and Hondo proves he is actually a good and loyal friend by coming back for the finale so what was even the point of this contrived piece of conflict? Nglh.

"This is your plan!" "I have factored that in. Without me your chances would be almost zero." <33333 I love him.

Hondo and Azmorigan play off each other hilariously.

Keen-eyed can spot Melch running around the corridors in the background.

I'm remembering why I tend not to like stories centered around or heavily featuring Chaotic Neutral characters, all the times Hondo's double-crossed someone gets very tiring and hard to keep up with.

"You attacked an Imperial ship." "We do it all the time." "Exac--Really?" I DIED. I LOL-ED AND I DIED.

That sighing eyeroll from Ezra in the background there ha ha.

I really am going to have to refrain from quoting Hondo every single time he makes me laugh, but this line about how they used to get none of the truth is hitting me right in the funnybone.

The gag with the door is great too.

Oh! The whole nautical swashbuckling adventure vibe I mentioned? Yeah, now they're gonna fight enchanted skeletons. In the form of the sentry droids.

The cable ziplines make this feel a little like a heist movie.

Ignoring this whole exchange...

Oohhh they are taller than Zeb, that's scary.

AP-5 FORGOT TO INCLUDE THE SENTRY DROIDS IN HIS SCENARIO CALCULATING LOL.

Hello Darktrooper precursor.

AP-5's sullen disappointment when Ezra tells them the first sentry droid got blasted lolol. AP you could have saved everyone a LOT of headache by just forewarning them about the droids.

This whole exchange. <333

Ezra that "I'll catch up." was dangerously close to "I'm right behind you." and also the last time you used that phrase you found Maul lurking in a pit. Do not tempt karma like that.

The sentry droids show a remarkable amount of strategic intelligence shooting the cable out rather than continuing to fire at Zeb and Ezra.

Worried Sabine be worried. :)

"It's okay! Zeb's got him! [Ezra]"

*raises eyebrow*

Interesting specification, Sabine.

This bit is pretty awesome.

And wow that was a quick climax.

Eyyyyy Melch is fine! And taught Hondo a lesson hopefully, lol.

This episode frustrates me because on the one hand it is HILARIOUS and I love the spacemariner and swashbuckling aesthetics of it but on the other hand *gestures to all of that*. With some tweaking this could have been the funniest episode of the series but as it is it just winds up landing as a mixed bag.

We're back to form next time, though, and we really don't stumble again for a good long streak. We're also going to start running into more and more episodes I've already liveblogged through. As I said previously those recaps will likely be shorter, unless I find something I really want to ramble about.

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels rewatch #liveblog #ezra bridger

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gojocumdumpster · 9 months

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3 Day Vacation Part 1

Eren yeager

Type of story: Nsfw

Eren x Afab reader

Part 2: here

MDNI

Warnings: Nsfw link,Mentions of private parts, sir,daddy,good girl,cum,in public.

Plot: You and eren had went on at 3 day vacation but he had other plans in mind.

NSFW Link: Here

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Day 1: You and eren had decided to go on a 3 day vacation to _____. You guys had booked First class tickets. You were excited as the plane was about to land while eren right next to you was knocked out. *Speakers* “Ladies and gentlemen, (Airline Name) welcomes you to ___. The local time is 11:30pm . For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisles clear until we are parked at the gate.” You were excited to go see the hotel! Although, eren on the other hand is still sleeping. It was time to leave so you woke eren up and grabbed your bags. “Eren we made it!” you said excitedly. He furrows his eyebrows and looks at you “Finally.” He lifts his arms to stretch and his plain grey shirt lifts up a bit just so you can see his V-line. “Come on eren we don’t have all day..!” you say impatiently. “Damn I was just trying to stretch.” he says as he unbuckles his seat beat and gets out. You do the same and grab your bags from above you guys and head out. “Thank god I rented a rental car” he says walking out the airport and heading to the car. Time passes and you guys make it to the hotel. It was a 1 bedroom hotel with a balcony with great view. Eren groans as he flops on the bed and looks at you with low eyes. “You coming to bed or nah?” he says staring at you. “Yes eren can I not look around the room?” You say with an attitude. He rolls his eyes and heads to bed. You follow shortly after.

Day 2: You guys had made plans to go to the beach and a fancy restaurant. You guys had already woken up and got ready for the beach. Eren wore swim trunks and you had worn a bikini under your shorts and shirt. Eren wanted you to wear a 1 piece but that wasn't happening. Oh boy, it's gonna be rough when he find out what you wore under those clothes Slut. You had put sun screen on and so did eren. You guys had your beach towels,slides,spair clothes,phones,shades all packed up in your cute beach bag you got. "You ready eren?" you say waiting at the door. "Yea I'm ready" he says smacking your ass. You yelped and opened the door. You guys were on the way to the beach windows down blasting music. Ya'll arrived to the beach getting out. It was a lot of people at the beach today. Eren had his shades on looking at the Ocean. You guys found a spot to set up your chairs and was ready to swim. Little did he know that you wore a bikini. "I'm going to sit down for a bit and watch." He says sitting down abs shining from the sun. "Okay I'm going for a swim!" You say smiling at him. You took your clothes off and started walking. Eren wasn't paying attention, until he looked out from the distance seeing you wearing the bikini he told you not to wear. Should've listened y/n He growls lowly as he sees other men checking you out. "That slut never listens does she. Gonna have to teach her a lesson." He says with his arms crossed and a blank face. You were to busy having fun playing in waves and was wondering why eren wasn't joining? You looked at him and saw him staring directly at you. Shit. You knew you fucked up he noticed you looking and signaled for you to come as he got up and started folding the chairs. You made your way out with that model body you were showing off. Everyone had there eyes on you as made your way to eren. "Hey e-" "Shut up and let's go." He says yanking you back to the car. You guys made it to the car and you dried off and put your shirt and shorts back on. He had rolled the windows backup and turned the music off. "Eren what's wrong?" You say with a confused face. He ignored you the whole car drive and in the restaurant. You opened the hotel door and walked as eren walked behind you locking the door. You made your way to the bed to put your stuff down, but eren had yanked you by your hair and pulled you towards the balcony. He slide the door open. "Eren what the fuck?!" You say with a confused face. He quickly covers your mouth and says "The only thing I want to you coming out from your mouth is Yes sir, sorry daddy and those pretty moans. Understand?" He says whispering in your ear pressed against you with 1 hand over mouth and the other wrapped around your neck. "Y-yes sir.." You say quietly. "Speak up." He says his grip tightening around your throat. "Yes sir!" You say tears building up. "Yea that's what I thought." He says as he released his grip from your hair hand still on your neck. "How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You. To. Listen." He says smacking your ass for each word he says. "Fucking slut." He pulls your bikini off of you until your fully naked. "You never listen do ya? What were you thinking going to the beach wearing that. Only little clothing covering this slutty body of yours, I saw those men looking at this slutty body of yours. And I didn't like it." He pulls his shorts off jerking off his dick. It was about 8 inches with a pink tip. He bends you over the rails. he spreads your legs apart with one hand "Look at that slutty thing all nice and wet." He says chuckling. He spits on your pussy as it slowly drips inside your hole. He groans at the sight and rubs your pussy with his tip going up and down, until he slowly pushes in. "F-fuck.." he says. You gasp from the burning sensation. He starts thrusting and pounding as he grips your neck. "Tell me your sorry now." He says moaning. "I-i'm s-sorr-yy d-dad-ddy" You slurred moaning like a mess.

Part 2: here

GUYS TELL ME IF I DID BAD THIS WAS TERRIBLE 😭

#aot imagines #eren headcanons #eren smut #eren x reader #eren yeager

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kidultt · 4 months

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( fiona palomo, cis woman, she/her ) have you met marcela 'marcy' diaz yet? you know, the 22 year old undergraduate student. i think they’re a senior majoring in music. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear kidult by seventeen blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re resilient but can also be a little oblivious. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself. clubs & sports: track & field, vice-president of student government

trigger warnings: gambling & murder

BASICS

full name: marcela diaz

nickname: marcy (preferred), mar, marce

date of birth: august 16, 2001

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′3″

fluent in: english, spanish, ASL

likes: good music, friendly people, the ocean, playing the piano, spicy food

dislikes: unnecessary rudeness, know-it-alls, jumpscares, the quiet, science

BACKGROUND

born to a very chaotic household, marcy’s the youngest of 4

her dad the local drunk and her mom was his high school sweetheart

it became glaringly obvious from a young age that whatever love her parents may have had for each other was long gone by the time she got into the picture

it felt like they were just together because they had already started a family and it was too late to back out now

the older she got, the worse it became. rumors flew around that her parents were cheating on each other, she could hear them fighting every night and she just wished they would throw in the towel and get a divorce already because yes, they were all still a family, but nobody was believing their marriage was anything but toxic

it probably didn’t help that they lived in a mobile home that was waaaay too small to fit all of them and when she was older, marcy came to realize that whatever money they did have that came from her dad was money he got from gambling

it got to a point that her dad owed too much money. he was in a bad way with some worse people and they took it out on her mother who was killed in retaliation

marcy was just thirteen at this point and she was devastated. a girl still needed her mother and in the blink of an eye, she was gone

when she was younger, her older siblings hid the truth from her, saying their mother just died in an accident, but they didn't get into any details

she actually found it out all on her own a few years later when she decided to dig deeper into what happened

needless to say, she cut off her ties from her father when she found out the truth

she was always taught to be tough but despite everything that she had been around growing up, marcy held onto her optimism

she’d always, always choose being kind over anything else

she’s been living in town since she was born, barely even got out of the state, and she’s pretty sure she’ll die here in connecticut tbh because it’s home and she doesn’t know anything else

she’s worked jobs ever since she could so she’s been everywhere. a maid at the local hotel, she painted houses, dogwalked, babysat, had a stint as a waitress at the local diner (she's probably still working there part-time tbh 🤪), a cashier at the local supermarket

she's currently on a music scholarship

she knows exactly what she wants to be when she's older: a singer. she believes that hard work will truly get her there, which is why she's busting her ass off right now and she can't wait to graduate

FUN FACTS

full of fun facts herself tbh especially when it comes to specific songs/musicians/artists

is one of those people who can hear a song and be able to play it. also has a knack of being able to learn how to play any instrument quickly

her first love is her guitar which she stole from one of her older brothers when she was younger

has a chow chow named chowder who is the cutest but laziest dog you’ll ever meet

also has an orange cat lovingly named dori (it's short for dorito)

she’s not the brightest cookie in the jar (pls dont ask her to do any math problem because she will cry) but that’s okay because her strength lies in her creativity

music is her first love but she just loves everything that has to do with art – dance, sculpting, theater, you name it

is also a GREAT dancer (but she barely shows it but like get her drunk and you won't be able to pry her from the dance floor)

just a sweetheart tbh but she’s also incredibly oblivious like she’s friendly with everyone so she takes everybody as just being friendly back. she’s sometimes oblivious when it comes to someone flirting with her

blossomed pretty late when it comes to that aspect because she doesn’t want to rush into things (ie having a first kiss, having a first significant other) just because everyone else was doing it. it’s all about the #vibes in the moment

despite the horrible example of her parents, she loves love but has also learned to be pretty carefree when it comes to relationships. if they happen, they happen. if they don’t work out, then that’s okay. at least they tried

is a fan of second chances <3 and third and fourth because she’s stupid <3

would go to all the concerts if she had the money but sadly she does not

does track & field because she has a bad habit of running away from all her problems

LOVES wearing pastel colors like she loves her basics too but she’s always wearing something colorful and fun

as dumb as she may be in some aspects, especially in math and science and history, she’s actually really good at picking up languages

writes her own songs but has never shown them to anyone

is fiercely protective of her siblings and wants to give them the world

a social drinker

amazing cook but she doesn't cook often if it's just her, but her love language is cooking for someone else fr

WANTED CONNECTIONS

older siblings (will be sending wcs to the main)

cousins (must be mexican / half-mexican)

ride or die

girl gang

childhood friends who stayed friends

childhood friends who drifted apart

rivals

unexpected friends

a bad influence on her

a kind of enemies / flirtationship (this works for someone who's rich because she tends to avoid them)

maybe even someone she has a crush on (she gets flustered very easily)

first time / first relationship

an unexpected one night stand (limited to 1 / she doesn't sleep around tbh)

friends with benefits (limited to 1)

exes that ended on good terms (limited to 1)

exes that ended on bad terms (limited to 1)

exes that still hookup (limited to 1 / could be mixed with one of the above)

frenemies where it is one-sided because marcy thinks they’re genuine friends rip

#radcliffeintro

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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Hello Juli! Congrats on the 420 🙌🏼 I can’t remember if I sent something for this already so do feel free to ignore if I have but if I didn’t, please could I have 🧶 with 🍐xTommy using the prompt: having a secret signal for parties that means “Let’s go home now” ?

(I think it was choose your own prompt rather than from a set list? Shout if I’m being dumb because I can pick another! xx)

Yeah its a choose your own prompt thing, as you know i write at the drop of a hat lol.

You did send something, the haunted one,but I have no limit to how many requests you send.

Escape

Gif by @mrs-gray

Despite all that happened to her in Mexico, Eva liked parties.

Tommy hardly did, got tired of pretending he is enjoying himself after the two-hour mark.

Especially if it was one they were invited to by Mosley and his ilk.

Luckily, they have a baby at home and Eva is such a devoted mother, so devoted she breastfeeds her own baby.

So devoted she can’t bear to stay out like she used to.

Tommy’s growing irritation is palpable, the witch can taste it in her tongue like the champagne she is drinking.

He’s also in the worst part of his mental depression and this close from wrapping his hands round Mosley’s throat and choking him to death.

They could get away with it, have Tommy plea insanity or make it Churchill’s problem.

Eva was great at cleaning up a murder, and to be frank, killing fascists is always a great idea.

But this wasn’t the right moment and she’d rather just get home, find a way to get rid of this alcohol laced milk in her tits and drag her husband to bed where he can be sad and angry in peace.

“Most ladies hire wet-nurses, you know.” Mosley hates how well-timed Eva’s interruptions are, not that he shows it.

“You know me, always the exception, Sir Oswald. Although this time it isn’t our dear little Florence, my husband has an important meeting with my uncles at the most ungodly hour tomorrow morning and you know how my family is when it comes to business.” Eva lied with a smile as she took Tommy’s elbow.

The meeting had been this morning, at fucking four in the morning and it had been just to ensure Tommy was on board with uniting both companies under the Riley name.

Tommy had only agreed if it became the Shelby and Riley Company.

“Patricio already loathes me for stealing his favorite niece away, no need to antagonize him by being tired and unprepared. Man is like a bloodhound; he can smell weakness across the ocean.” Tommy was a good liar, made him great at this.

“Then I suppose it will be counterproductive to keep the two of you here.” Mosley says hiding his annoyance at being thwarted by them.

He was afraid of Patricio, everyone was. This man had been so powerful that when he was exiled in 1912, Mexico was left without most of its merchant navy, left the country vulnerable to American invasions by sea.

Mosley had tried to kiss his ass only to be met with indifference and Patricio humiliating him and his wife by outright ignoring him at a stately dinner.

“Do enjoy the rest of your party, Mosley. Don’t let our departure ruin the atmosphere.” Tommy did always enjoy having the last word.

Spirits, she couldn’t wait until this was over.

“What would I be without you, Evie?” he asked as they hid their relief at leaving the blasted party.

“Much more miserable than you already are.”

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #oc fanfiction #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #evita420

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writingpiecesak · 1 year

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From a Distance

The one good thing about tall buildings is that you can see everything from its peak. Wether it be the whole city, whole park, or the vast ocean space facing the east. Bakugou, or Pro-Hero Dynamite, took it to the skies to over see any suspicious behavior happening or any lurking criminals around. He was always on alert when patrolling at night, especially around your neighborhood.

He recognized you a few times, you were always in some sort of trouble. The first time was being robbed, some low life thug tried to steal your bag but even when Katsuki was on his way you instinctively pepper sprayed the offender leaving him impaired. Arriving on the scene, Katsuki was slightly impressed normally a damsel in distress would just scream and call for help. You thanked the Pro-Hero and police for arresting the guy and putting him away, Katsuki only shrugged it is his job after all.

The second time was accidental. He was just with his friend from high school another Pro-Hero, Red Riot strolling through a market not on duty. He took a glimpse at a nearby stall that was selling boba drinks and that’s when he saw it. He saw a pervert standing a little too close to you as you bent down to pick up a knocked down display, his phone underneath your pleaded skirt. Katsuki marched right over to tell off this prick but unfortunately for the pervert his phone wasn’t on silence. You heard the picture snap sound and immediately turned around and your first instinct was smacking the guy right there.

“How dare you! Get the hell away from me you pervert!”

Causing a scene was perfect it drew attention to the offender and made him embarrassed trying to walk away. However Katsuki stopped him, he pulled him back and nearly let out an explosion on his ass but because he was off duty, he just held him while he called his sidekick to take care of the situation. And while he waited, Katsuki made sure the creep deleted the photo off his phone and just for payback for any other women he might’ve done this too, he destroyed the creeps phone with just one blast. But when Katsuki looked around, you were already gone.

The third time he recognized you was purely unintentional. If you consider passing by your job while you worked but never going inside unintentional. He was in full hero gear of course he wasn’t going to go inside, he just made sure to patrol this certain department store more frequently. You just couldn’t escape his mind, what was it about you? You’re just a regular civilian so why were you on his mind? He let these thoughts ponder too long and only hearing an alarm sound go off is what made him snap back. He watched from a distance on top of a nearby store you chasing down a robber. He couldn’t believe why a women like you would personally chase down a 6’1 man down a busy street at night. He quickly took off and followed in pursuit, though above you he could tell you were fast but not faster than him.

Just when Katsuki got close enough and citizens were out the way he flew down and kicked the criminal in his back causing him to fall forward. The robber dropped the bag he had with him and Katsuki kicked it to the side. You caught up just in time to retrieve it but that’s when this 6’1 masked man quickly got up held a gun up to Katsuki. That’s when people started shouting and moving away to safety but you just really wanted to retrieve the bag with the items this guy tried to steal. The masked robber fired a warning shot into the air which made people scream but he was shaking. Katsuki could tell this was his first offense and wasn’t going to actually shoot anyone. From his peripheral vision, Katsuki could see you inch closer to the bag from the side and if he could see you so can the robber. In which he then pointed his gun at you and order you to stop moving but before you could process the words Katsuki was fast enough and exploded towards the perpetrator grabbing him by his arm and fully flipping him over his shoulder and onto the ground. The gun was dropped and the criminal was apprehended. Police showed up and secured the area making sure no one got in the way. While giving information to the police, Katsuki saw you being checked out by the ENT.

“Guys I said I’m fine.”

“It’s just our job miss, you were close to that warning shot your ears must hurt.”

“They don’t. Can I go now?” You clutched onto the back bag and started retreating but you stumbled into the Pro-Hero.

You two just stared at each other not sure why either of you aren’t looking away. The air suddenly was hard to breathe and you could feel your pulse quicken. Was this the aftermath of being close to shot range?

“You know it’s pretty stupid of you to run after a bad guy. Next time just call the police.” Dynamite said to you.

“Wha–Hey I’m pretty damn fast. I almost caught up to him.” You defended.

“Key word, almost. Luckily I stopped him. Why was that bag so worth it anyway?”

Without another word you opened the black bag and revealed what the criminal was trying to steal.

“This wasn’t the stores money. It was ours. He made the employees empty their pockets and wallets. I work mostly with moms who pack double shifts just to keep food on the table. It wasn’t right to just let him get away.”

A moment of silence was shared between the two of you. That’s what it was though, a moment. Katsuki walked away without saying anything else and you walked backed to your store returning the money to its owners. They all thanked you and patted you on the back for such bravery. You smiled warmly at them and played it off as no big deal.

Everyday went on as normally as they could, work was normal the gym was normal, shopping was normal. Everything seemed too normal. You always had a lingering feeling that something or rather someone was watching you but you knew if anything were to happen you always had pepper spray.

And so Katsuki watched. He watched you tuck your hands in your jacket and take a deep breathe of the winter air in. You looked both ways before crossing the street and continued to walk down towards the train station. He doesn’t mind the extra patrolling it’s how he could see you without any excuse. He doesn’t mind watching you from a distance.

#boku no hero academia #anime and manga #mha x reader #mha katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #Katsuki bakugou

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just-absolutely-super · 2 years

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#JustLanHikariThings

a few of my favorite Lan things (gameverse)

General:

The way this kid gave 0 fucks about fighting off evil organizations that could KILL people. Even impulse control Megaman is just like, “Yeah Lan let’s show them who’s boss!”

His response to anyone doing bad things is essentially, “You’re a terrible person and I’m gonna stop you.” And then he stops them!

Literally oversleeping like every day despite Megaman literally yelling at him to wake up (king tbh)

Trespasses practically everywhere because his loved ones were put in harm’s way and anyone who messes with Lan Hikari’s loved ones will catch MEGA’S HANDS

Chaud in almost every BN game: Stay in your lane and let the Officials handle this

Lan: How about I don’t?

MMBN:

Literally decided to take on a crime syndicate without an official NetBattler license because fuck you it’s the right thing to do!

Fought off actual flames coming out of his oven with a squirt gun

Stole his dad’s government ID so he can have access to the water plant in order to confront said crime syndicate

He reformed Higsby just by telling him joining WWW for rare battlechips was dumb

Got freaking electrocuted trying to pull down a lever so Elecman would quit healing himself

After finding out his dead twin was really his Navi all along his first response is to apologize to Megaman for bossing him around for literal years

Mayl essentially tells him she has a crush on him and the poor oblivious boy is just absolutely DUMBFOUNDED

After Wiley told him that Lan’s grandpa beat him in a science contest so now he wants to kill everyone Lan basically called his shitty motive out and said Wiley’s loss wasn’t his family’s fault

MMBN2:

Practically failing a semester (or at most has a C average) except for Virus Busting (THIS KID BECOMES A SCIENTIST WHEN HE GROWS UP)

He wanted to research a different country and get a penpal from said country on the grounds that he wanted to eat their food (KING TBH)

Fought off a swarm of bees with a stick, a newspaper, and a lighter with 0 help from his friends

His first time overseas and he gets mugged....3 times

Keeps saying Mayl is “just a friend” but will have romantic dreams about her

Volunteered to captured a poisonous spider with 0 hesitation because he’s Lan Fucking Hikari

Freestyle rapped in order to get whiskey...yes really

Easily convinced his dad to let him go to a town with lethally high levels of radiation to take down a mafia because fuck you he’s Lan Hikari and this is the right thing to do

Managed to survive 100k radiation

Used the power of brotherly love to operate Megaman with his heart

MMBN3:

STOLE THE KEY TO BREAK INTO HIS SCHOOL (it was to make sure Dex didn’t fail his homework but still the AUDACITY)

Fucking Y E E T S his navi like a fucking POKEBALL at a man

He’s apparently good at calligraphy???

Falls for the, “Hey look over there!” trick

Jumps from a 2nd story window into the ocean in order to reach a hospital’s basement because he’s Lan Fucking Hikari

Caught a condor to return to the zoo

Calls Megaman out for being reckless on obtaining the GigFreeze even though the entire list proves that this gremlin has no room to talk

Gets gunned down by a tank with a built in machine gun and just...side steps it so he can jack into it

FUCKING KICKED A STATUE OF WILY OFF A LEDGE I FUCKING STAN HIM

MMBN4:

Can’t enter an area because it’s not open to the public? TRIES TO HAVE HIS NAVI BLAST IT OPEN!

An employee from said area shows up? HAVE YOUR NAVI KICK HIS ASS THEN TAKE HIS ACCESS CODE

NetBattled a gang because his new punk friend needed help

Gets involved with a mafia….again…

GETS HIMSELF FUCKING KIDNAPPED LAN NEVER GO TO NETOPIA EVER AGAIN

Got goaded into putting his hand in some wall relic thing’s mouth (with a slight risk it’ll be bit off) in order to prove he wasn’t lying about being in a tournament

Had Mega take on a soccer (I’m sorry, “footbomb”) challenge because some rando trash talked them

Swore revenge on an actual military official because he punched Lan in the stomach

CONVINCED AN ACTUAL MILITARY BASE TO LET HIM--AN ACTUAL 12 YEAR OLD--TAKE ON AN ACTUAL MILITARY MISSION

Insulted a master chef by saying his mom’s curry was better

ACCEPTED A CURRY COOKING CHALLENGE EVEN THOUGH HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE CURRY

WON SAID CURRY COMPETITION BY USING LOVE AS A SECRET INGREDIENT

KNOCKED THE FUCKING MAYOR ASIDE WHEN HE GOT IN HIS WAY BECAUSE HE HAD TO STOP AN ECOTERRORISM PLAN AND THAT’S HOW LAN FUCKING HIKARI ROLLS

Had Megaman get some cyber beer and cyber jerky so they could learn how to break rocks...I wish I was making this up

Braved a blizzard and almost froze to death so he could stop some asshole from freezing the entire earth (and this ISN’T PART OF THE GAME’S ACTUAL VILLAIN’S PLOT! THE GUY WAS LITERALLY JUST BEING AN ASSHOLE BECAUSE HE WAS HOT!)

MMBN5:

Literally kept the fact he’s a part of the NetAvengers a secret from his mom and friends until almost the last minute, which wasn’t very hard apparently

Like deliberately disobeyed his mom about being safe because if you think Lan Fucking Hikari isn’t going to find a way to save his own dad you got another thing coming

Was initially refusing to listen to Dusk’s demands to show off his and Mega’s battle capabilities, but agreed after he was called a wimp

Called the actual family dog ugly fdjksfldjs

Took down 100 dummy samurais so he could bypass a castle’s security system

Unfortunately not a whole lot of other moments but that’s because Lan’s chaotic nature is challenged by his equally chaotic teammates:

#JustTeamProtomanThings

Chaud fakes an attack on SciLab so he can see if Lan has what it takes to be part of the NetAvengers (because saving the world 4 times just doesn’t really cut it I guess...)

Tesla literally almost killed 3 children because she was stressed and thought drilling in an abandoned mine would do the trick

Charlie decides to cause problems on purpose just to test Lan’s capabilities and CHAUD WAS IN ON IT

Charlie also took out Nebula’s evil server thing but decided to attack Lan and Mega anyway because he just really wanted a rematch I guess

Fyrefox almost got away with theft because he just REALLY wanted his fireworks business to thrive okay?

Jasmine said fuck your precautions I’m going to the Undernet and there’s nothing anyone can do about it!

She also continues to say fuck authority, and if Lan won’t have the balls to go after Nebula then she and Meddy will!

#JustTeamColonelThings

Baryl--like Chaud--fakes an attack on Scilab to test lan and the entire time Lan is just like WHO ARE YOU?

Dusk also causes problems on purpose for the sake of testing Lan but he’s an assassin so that kinda makes sense for him

Ribitta goes to the Undernet because SHE NEEDS TO MAKE A KILLER NEWS STORY LAN THINK OF HER CAREER LAN

Goes to the Undernet again because dammit Lan if you won’t be a leader and avenge Colonel then SHE WILL

MMBN6:

Was prepared to fight off 5 security bots when they wouldn’t let him into his new school

Was willing to take on those same security bots who were burning the entire school down because this isn’t Lan Fucking Hikari’s first rodeo

Considered that an actual penguin could be a pelican...

Would have jumped into a pool full of jellyfish had impulse control Megaman not stopped him

Almost got fucking TAZED because he was yelling and touching a tree (IT MAKES SENSE IN CONTEXT....KINDA)

Sleeps in class when there are security cameras watching him (THIS KID BECOMES A SCIENTIST WHEN HE GROWS UP)

Tried to pull a Mary Poppins with an umbrella to jump down a tall ledge...the umbrella broke

Basically took an assassination class... (Gregor version)

Nearly threw hands with the mayor (he had it coming tho)

Took down a NetMafia...again (request post-game; but for real how does this keep happening to him???)

Put off leaving a building that was about to blow up because he was reforming the franchise’s long running villain

REFORMS THE FRANCHISE’S LONG RUNNING VILLAIN BY CONVINCING HIM THAT THERE REALLY WAS STILL GOOD IN HIM AND HE COULD BE A GOOD SCIENTIST AGAIN THIS ABSOLUTE PURE CHILD

Other:

Decides to investigate a bad vaccine after his dad tells him to stay put because sorry dad I’m Lan Fucking Hikari and this is the right thing to do! (Network Transmission)

Saved the Waterworks plant from Iceman (again) not just because it’s the right thing to do but because if he didn’t he would get any dinner that night (Network Transmission)

BEAT UP A GROWN ASS MAN (Battle Chip Challenge (his route))

Okay this kid does all this bullshit but the one thing that knocks him down is the fucking common cold (Battle Chip Challenge (Mayl’s route))

Lied about WWW stragglers being at the BattleChipGP to impress his #1 fan and when that proved to be true he tried playing it off that he knew all along before Megaman outs him (Battle Chip Challenge (Kai’s route))

Literally calls a powerful being from space an “Arm Navi” and when corrected he tells it to shut up (Operate Shooting Star)

Becomes a memetic badass 200 years into the future (Operate Shooting Star) including but hopefully not limited to things such as:

having an IQ of 300

Being efficient in every sport (soccer in particular)

Making goals in soccer against 11 players (presumably single-handedly)

has a signature move called a LanPunch and it’s never specified HOW THIS CAME ABOUT

Literally comes into Dex’s house uninvited with a strange boy from the future and jacks into a wall clock WITHOUT AN EXPLANATION TO DEX (Operate Shooting Star)

BEGAN THE PROCESS FOR HARNESSING THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP (Star Force Megaman 2)

#lan hikari #megaman battle network #this has been in my drafts since JULY #i kept holding off because maybe i'd learn about stuff from the mobile games but no luck #i'll add the mobile games to this someday #i was also considering adding the manga and anime moments but decided against it and keep it gameverse #also have you met manga lan? that kid is so chaotic i kinda want him to get arrested fdjskfdjs #4/27/23 guess who's making edits that's right it's me #6/28/23 hi it's me again i'm adding more

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