#next chapter is planned to be spicy AND gory

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 22

Kid x FemReader X Killer

Warnings: Briefly suggestive?

Changing Tides

There was no land in sight when you went out on deck. In fact, the wind was whipping at the sails and the Victoria Punk was speeding along. You looked around deck, "WHERE IS HE?!" The crew moved out of your way hastily as you stormed after your target. A few weakly put up their pointer fingers in the direction of his workshop. It was a cardinal sin to barge in without being invited. The crew all seemed to tense at once when you marched towards it and kicked the door open, slamming it behind you. 

"WHO-" Kid looked up from what he was doing, to find you already eye to eye with him, leaning over his workbench. 

"Why am I on this fuckin ship again, Kid?!" You slammed your hands down on the table. "You could have left me somewhere! Or waited to boot me off before you left!" 

He pushed his goggles up to rest on his forehead. He seemed to take in a deep breath before he spoke, like he was trying not to yell. "First of all, I told ya that my girls would have been upset with me if I left ya all crispy. Second, did ya want me to wait until the island was crawling with marines?!" Kid tugged your sleeve to shift your hand away from what he was working on. "But if ya WANT to be caught so bad, I'LL TURN THE WHOLE DAMN SHIP AROUND!" 

"IF I'M STUCK ON THIS GODDAMN SHIP FOR ANOTHER HOWEVER MANY WEEKS, I'M GOING TO LOSE MY CHANCE TO KILL THAT BASTARD, YOU FUCKIN SMARTASS." You pulled his goggles and let them snap against his head. "I need to find a ship and get after him!" 

Kid rubbed his forehead. "Yeah?! And you think yer gonna find a crew?!" He couldn't hold himself back from adding, "That didn't work out well for ya the first time, did it, Rotten?" 

The force with which you jumped over the table knocked him backwards out of his seat. Kid was easily the person who made you see red the fastest. "SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH!" Both of your hands together didn't fit around his neck. You pushed down with your full body weight, knees on either side of his chest. "STUPID FUCKIN THICK NECK TO HOLD UP YOUR STUPID FUCKIN BIG HEAD!" You growled out of frustration. 

"FER MY BIG FUCKIN BRAIN," Kid cackled, slightly raspy from your grip. He wasn't even trying to stop you. His hands were behind his head, totally unbothered by your assault. That only served to make you more mad. Kid could tell you were about to really let him have it. Relenting, he admitted, "As much as I'm enjoying this, ya can calm yer pretty little ass down." Your eyes narrowed. "We're already in pursuit. Ya think I would let them get away with kidnapping my crew?"

"Why didn't you just say that?!" You eased up on your grip.

"And miss this view?" Kid snickered. He looked you up and down. "Yer hot when yer mad." He reached to grab your chin and you swatted his hand away. That didn't seem to phase him as the same hand grabbed your thigh. "If ya just scoot down a bit I got somethin for ya ta sit on," Kid licked his lips.

His grip released you quite quickly when you brought a fist full of armament haki down into his sternum. "Fuck you, Kid," you growled, watching him cough and roll around on the floor. You left his workshop just as huffy as you went in, though now you were conflicted. Now, you weren't sure if you were mad at him or not, if you were enemies or not, and worst of all, if you were horny for him or not. Him and his stupid fuckin big co-.

Quincy's vice-like embrace cut your thoughts off from going any further. "Y/N! You're okay!" She rocked you both back and forth until you gently pushed her back.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You smiled awkwardly at her. "Thanks for the concern. And you guys, all good?" 

Quincy grinned, "Only thanks to you!" She grabbed your hand and pulled you to follow her. "Come on. We wanna show you something." 

She tugged you along down to the women's quarters and very proudly presented an empty bunk to you. You gave her a questioning look.

"It's your bunk!" She was practically glowing. 

"Oh... wow..." You didn't know what to say. You had no plans to stay here long-term, but you didn't want to disappoint her. 

She rolled her eyes at you. "I know you're not staying." She put air quotes around 'not staying'. "Sleep here with us instead of alone up there." She added, with a sly grin, "Or in the captain's quarters." 

You scoffed, "Absolutely not. He can kiss my ass."

"I bet you'd like that." 

You shrugged. "Maybe I would," you stuck your tongue out at her playfully, before smiling. "Thanks, Quincy. That was... actually pretty nice of you guys." 

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Sleep escaped you. Or maybe you were fighting it. The nightmares you used to have faded over time, and now they were back in full force with recent events. You leaned against Mini in the mouth of the skull at the ship's bow, staring out over the sea. The black waves lapped at the ship, the only sign of their presence was the sound of them against the wood and the occasional flash as the moon's light was reflected in your direction. A light, salty breeze sent shivers through you, though it wasn't uncomfortably cold. You didn't take your eyes off the horizon, waiting for the first glint of light or the first emergence of a shape that would mean you were closer to catching up with the enemy. 

You had checked your log pose periodically, almost obsessively, to make sure the course of the ship was correct. You were in the weird limbo of being exhausted and yet not able to sleep in any meaningful way, maybe drifting off but waking up less than a second later. Settling on a semi-trance-like state, you rose and fell with Mini's breathing. The thoughts in your head kept circling back to all the ways you were going to make Giemsa suffer, all the ways you could prolong his agony. 

Before long, the pink tongues of light that signified dawn licked at the sky. You squinted at the horizon, looking for any sign of a ship. Nothing. 

Killer was on his way to the galley to make breakfast, noticing you as he did so. He caught Heat's attention as he came down from the crow's nest. It was shift change. Heat had been on night watch and would sleep after breakfast, while someone took his place in the crow's nest during the day. Killer gestured towards where you sat, "What's up with that?"

Heat shrugged, "She's been sitting there since midnight or so. Just sitting. Hasn't moved."

Killer nodded and dismissed him. He thought about asking you to help him in the kitchen, to get your mind off things, and perhaps for selfish reasons, too. However, after Kid had told him what transpired between the two of you, he figured you were probably still agitated. He didn't know you well, but he did know how much Kid irritated you. In fact, Kid would probably come bother you later on purpose specifically because he knew it irritated you. Killer sighed. He looked your way again before shaking his head and moving on to the kitchen.

Several times over the day, people came by to check up on what you were doing, but they were all deterred by the aura of wrath that sat heavily in the air around you. All but one, that is. Maybe he was even drawn in by it instead of deterred. You tried to ignore him, even though you knew he was there. He made it very hard by moving to stand directly in front of you, facing the sea, same as you were.

"Go. Away."

"Is that any way to talk to yer captain?" He said without turning to look at you.

"No. But you aren't my captain." Mini snorted, punctuating your sentiment. "Get out of the way. I can't see."

Now, he turned to face you, leaning against the railing. "Yer seein the only thing that matters, doll."

You knew he wasn't gonna move. He was trying to make you mad on purpose. It took a considerable effort not to play into his hand. "Whatever." You moved a few feet away from him to stand at the railing and continue your watch. 

Kid pulled a flask out and took a drink. He swished it towards you, "Want some?"

The offer was tempting. "No, I want all my senses sharp when I pull his heart out through his ass."

A bellowing laugh came from Kid. "Ya think yer gettin him first? Not a chance in hell. He's mine."

Your head whipped to look at him, "Excuse me?"

"He took my crew. He's mine." 

This time, he wasn't even deliberately trying, though you were pissed now. "I know you're fucking joking." You took a step towards him, fist balled like you were prepared to swing, and you were. "He's mine. I've been after him for far longer than you and for a better reason," you snarled. 

"And what reason would that be?" Kid challenged.

You turned back towards the sea and said nothing. Your nails dug into the railing. That part of you was for only you to know. Kid was far from the first person you would open up to about that. You channeled your anger back into thinking about all the ways you were going to eviscerate Giemsa. 

Kid stood there facing you, watching the knuckles on your hands turn white and your jaw setting. "Fine." Kid said shortly. "Ya get first and last." He held a hand out to shake on it. 

That was a shock. "What's the catch?" You were hesitant to accept this strange change of heart. 

Kid looked away and waved his hand dismissively. "Nothin. S'only cuz ya saved my crew." 

You nodded. That's basically a "thank you". You turned back to the water, without shaking his hand. 

He looked around to make sure no one saw him stand there awkwardly holding his hand out and quickly ran his hand through his hair. Kid lingered for a minute longer before turning to leave.

"Kid."

He looked back with a grunt, expecting some smartass remark. The captain grinned, however, when he saw that your finger was pointed in the direction of the horizon, where the faintest dot of a ship sat. 

#sorry this took so long! work was busy af #marooned #kid x reader x killer #one piece #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #x reader #next chapter is planned to be spicy AND gory #possibly at the same time? #hope y'all don't mind

[lesbianologist]

AUDACIOUS ACTS [5/+]

hands sq: @electrictoes ’ #svu summer bingo! word count: 2711 summary: rita and y/n finally attend the auction together, ending on a spicy night afterwards.

warnings: smut towards the end of the chapter. fairly bdsm heavy. use of restraints, a bullet vibe, and a safe word at the end. (a/n): i didn’t have much planned for this chapter, only for them to grow closer and delve into the non-sexual aspects of their relationship. hence the auction. plus a chance for y/n to show off that she has money too. also cute dancing . this is (mostly) a damn lie. ignore my rambles.

“it’s rescheduled again? what the hell for?”

“allegedly some security issues.”

you twisted the cork in the wine bottle, opening it with a pop and a chuckle before pouring the wine into the glass, cradling your phone between your shoulder and ear while talking to rita.

"are you having wine without me?" she teased, pulling a giggle from you.

she’d called nearly every night since asking you on the date, and you’d had a wide array of conversations. you held back at times, wary of her intentions, but you’d managed to tell her nearly everything over the course of the 8 weeks since you’d fallen into bed together. sometimes over the phone, other times in person. your conversations varied on everything from kinks, to favourite ice cream, to the basics of what happened between you and catherine.

you spared her the gory details for now, disclosing only that she had been horrendously emotional and verbally abusive, that she had chosen to cheat on you with a colleague from work, and that there were inconceivable differences in where you wanted to go in life. you noted that it ended horribly, you’d gone your separate ways, and you thanked the heavens that you hadn’t accepted her proposal in the first few years together.

in return, rita divulged everything about herself, or nearly everything, you imagined. hell, you could probably recall the name of her childhood stuffed toys at this point given the amount of times the auction had been rescheduled, giving you two the time to properly mingle, exploring each other both in and out of the bedroom.

on many nights of watching episodes of various shows, rita would find her way into your bed, tangled limbs and soft sighs of pleasure from both of you as you took your time with each other. other times, you’d find yourself in hers, gazing at her in the darkness as she slept, enamored with her peacefulness.

one particular evening was eventful, rita grabbing your phone from your hand before kissing you deeply, tongue diving into your mouth and swiping along your lower lip before retreating.

“let’s see what kind of porn you’re looking at, shall we?”

“it’s not porn, i’m looking for a dress for the auction!”

“this one?”

“well, not anymore apparently.”

“it doesn’t suit you, anyway. a vibrant fuschia would.”

“fuschia’s not my colour, trust me.”

“okay, rose gold, then.”

“hmm,” you hummed to yourself.

you scrolled aimlessly through various websites, looking for the perfect dress that was both casual and enticing as she spoke of work. you wanted her to be unable to keep her eyes off you, fixed on you the entire evening. and then you found it; a beautiful shimmering gown with billowing sleeves in exactly the colour she described. though, it was advertised as champagne-coloured. you bookmarked it and snuggled into her for the next couple of hours, her arm warmly tucking you into her embrace.

finally, she got the call one evening as you were headed home from her place that the auction was proceeding the following week. finally, you thought to yourself.

***

foregoing the pre-fundraiser preparation together was a sound idea, you thought, as you applied your makeup in the mirror. the victoria cluster earrings you carefully selected from tiffany’s sparkled as you shimmied into your short rose-gold sequined cocktail dress. the sleeves billowed, and you felt comfortable with your hair tucked neatly to the side, clipped back, and curled. it exposed your neck in exactly the right way, and you smiled as you glanced in the mirror, knowing it’d be hard for rita to resist you.

your head still swam with thoughts of catherine, particularly the inevitable conversation that you’d need to have with rita about the downfall of it, but you took the time to acknowledge the temporary unease at the thought before slipping on your white satin manolos. you took another glance at your makeup in the mirror, stealing a large gulp of whiskey from the bottle in your mini cooler, swiping your clutch and phone from the island, and slipping into the private vehicle rita had demanded you take to the event.

the fundraiser, as you learned, was a private silent auction for charity with a dinner and an open-bar. you vaguely remembered rita mentioning the organization it was supporting as you approached the building, the driver helping you out of the vehicle.

rita was adorned in a lush crimson lace gown that dropped severely in the front, exposing her delectable collarbones and cleavage, if not more severely in the back. her hair was pinned into a glorious bun, though tendrils of curls had escaped already, and it took everything in you to not wretch your hands into her hair and tug it out of the swirled bun. her brilliant golden dome-like earrings gleamed in the streetlights, reflecting light off her face.

you felt much more casual in comparison to the striking brunette.

despite your casual garment, rita’s mouth was agape in adoration at your appearance. that frenzied lustful gaze was evident on her face from the moment you stepped towards her as she drank you in, staring longer than she normally would. you smirked when you realized she would be easy to tease tonight, unable to do anything about her desire towards you until much later.

“you look ravishing.”

“as do you, ms. calhoun.”

linking your hands together, you walked up the stairs, rita apparently leading as she held the door open for you in her more regal gown.

sitting at a table nearest to the bar, you waited for the auction to begin, noting both of your paddles in your hand. you eagerly wanted to impress rita, so you had intended on bidding on an item or two before the night ended.

“are those tiffany’s?”

“they are.”

“they look lovely on you.”

rita explained the auction to you thoroughly, from the number of items to the charity involved, and you caught yourself watching her as she spoke passionately about it. her hands moved excitedly as she spoke, lighting her up from the inside-out. she explained that she attended auctions frequently, and was typically someone who donated anonymously to different organizations as it made her feel good to give back.

it was evident in how passionate she was, shining through as you both bidded on various items, a gleam arising in rita’s eyes as she watched you battle out a bid with a middle aged man across the room from you, laughing gleefully when he inevitably caved and you won the bid.

it was a fantastic piece of artwork, an oil painting with layers of blue, black, white, and goldleaf, all delving into one another, with splatters of a vibrant crimson underneath the goldleaf but above the other colours, and it was sold to you for $8,075 USD. you exchanged information with the auctioneer afterward, explaining how to enter your building, and that there’d be a doorman waiting in the main hall to help carry it up into your loft.

“you are impeccable,” rita murmured, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“for what, exactly? i just dropped 8 grand on a painting to impress you!” you giggled, grabbing a flute of champagne from the nearby bar.

the two of you strode over to a table where hors d’oeuvres were waiting, meandering among the group of socialites, mainly eyeing each other in each others’ dresses over the course of the evening. after taking a few bites of some incredible food, you moved to by a nearby entryway, cozying up to each other fondly.

“i love it when you dress up for me,” she mumbled, pressing a sequence of kisses into the crook of your neck, “love it even better when you’re not dressed.”

“you are maddening, you know that, right?”

“of course.”

you chuckled to yourself, taking another hefty swig of your champagne. you tried to think about something other than the persistent thought of your argument with catherine. it echoed in your head, and while you figured rita had made silent decisions about the two of you, you’d need to at least have a discussion at some point about all of it. where you were with each other, what you wanted this to go, expectations of each other; all of it.

it had been nearly three months, after all, and in that time you’d spent nearly every evening together, either on the phone with each other or in each other’s arms on a sofa or in a bed. you’d been more than intimate with each other, exposing yourself to potential heartache, particularly if she only wanted to be friends with benefits.

she linked her hand in yours, before turning to you and tugging you along gently.

“dance with me?” rita asked.

“certainly.”

you made your way to another room where there was a dance floor absolutely adorned ceiling to floor in various different lighting. it was as if the room was a kaleidoscope of colours, each light shifting from one to the next. it was enchanting, and while you weren’t wearing a floor-length gown like rita, you still felt like a princess. you were on cloud nine.

her arm wound around your waist, pulling you close to her, the other taking your hand in hers. you swayed for awhile to the luxe and swanky jazz that filtered through the speakers overhead, occasionally letting your head rest in the crook of her neck as she laid a kiss to your forehead.

it wasn’t long until rita leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“i’ve been waiting all day to see you in this dress and now all i want to do is rip the damn thing from your body.” you chuckled warmly but she continued.

“i’ve been thinking about you all day…”

you giggled adorably, hiding your face even further in the crook of her neck, kissing it softly before sucking the skin between your teeth.

“careful. keep that up and we’ll need to go home right this instant.”

“that was the plan, was it not?”

“are you trying to turn me on right now? because it’s working.”

“good.”

her hand moved swiftly from around your waist to your hand, dragging you to the door and into the coatroom, your lips meeting in a vitriolic mania. her eagerness surged through her as she tried to slip her fingers into the top of your dress to yank it off of you, stopping only when you tugged her lightly off.

“once we get home you can have your way with me, but right now? i don’t feel particularly keen on being railed in a coatroom.”

you waited for her driver to arrive before she pulled you into her embrace in the backseat, ever thankful for the divider between you and the driver. you let her mark you up, enjoy the way it made you feel intoxicated, though you wondered if that was partially due to the drinks that you had over the course of the evening.

a moan escaped your lips as her hands trailed up and down your inner thigh, scratching lightly as she inched closer towards your now aching cunt.

“please- don’t stop.”

“i didn’t plan on it.”

once inside her apartment, she nearly ripped the rose fabric from your body, peeling your clothes off of you in a crazed state of excitation as well as hers. she dropped both of your lingerie to the floor and pulled you flush to her chest, your back against her.

“you want me to fuck you?”

“jesus, yes.”

“suck on them, then. get them wet,” she said, thrusting her fingers in front of your mouth from behind you.

“god, i love your hands.”

you happily obliged, saliva coating her fingertips, moaning as it dribbled out of your mouth and she rubbed the pads of her fingers against your tongue. just as easily as that had started, she removed them, slipping two of her middle digits into your dripping pussy.

your head rolled back onto her shoulder as you braced yourself with your arms against her hips, yelping at the sensation of her fingers curling within you, seeking out your spongey pleasure point.

“and i love the sounds you make.”

as if driven by it entirely, she bent you over the bed and began to fuck you with her fingers, stopping only once to alternate from thrusting her fingers within you to rubbing furiously at your clit, bringing you close to the edge before halting entirely, leaving your thighs shuddering.

“why’d you stop? i was so close!”

“exactly. too close. and i’m not done with you, yet.”

she moved over to the nightstand, retrieving a small, purple, chromatic bullet vibe from her drawer.

“now, don’t you dare come until i tell you to.”

“and what’ll you do if i do?”

“you don’t want to know, sweetheart.”

her hands wrapped around your waist, swiftly finding your clit and pressing the cold vibe to your skin. you buckled slightly, still sensitive from the edge she’d previously brought you to, and she slipped a finger into your sopping pussy again.

the sounds of your wetness and arousal danced around the room, squelching noises radiating off the walls as you moaned and swore each time she brought you close. your clit was swollen and your walls fluttered around her digit as she fucked into you. this time, your thighs began to clench again, but she didn’t stop, and your orgasm crashed into you, rolling over you in waves.

“oh fuck, rita! oh my god!”

she pushed you onto the bed, and you turned onto your back to face her, a disapproving glare growing on her face. you swore under your breath. you’d never been this terrified, even when you were held in contempt.

“what was my one rule?”

“rita, please!”

“no begging. you had one rule.”

striding over to her nightstand, she rummaged through the drawer again before finding a pair of silk wraps, and she leaned over you, tying your hands to her headboard. she sought out something else from her closet, a spreader bar, and you swore even more, wriggling under the ties.

“what are you going to do to me?”

“you’ll see.”

she tied you to the spreader bar, adjusting it, and settled in between your legs, placing the bullet vibe directly against your clit again as she snuck two fingers into your drenched heat. the pads of her fingers dragged hard against your walls, thrusting in and out of you, earning a few whines and eventually a number of yelps.

arousal peaked in you again, easily, and you realized what she was doing as you came closer.

“rita please!”

“please what? i’m just giving you what you wanted.”

an orgasm roared through you, electrifying you, and rita fucked you through it, unrelenting as she kept the bullet vibe pressed hard against your oversensitive clit. you writhed against the restraints, unable to escape the second orgasm as you bucked against her fingers and the bullet.

“i’m so sore!”

“you should have thought of that earlier, sweetheart.”

a series of orgasms continued to wash over you, and rita continued to delight in torturing you. you were overstimulated, sweat dripping from your forehead, wetness gushing from your cunt, and tears beginning to leak out of the corners of your eyes. one last time, you thought to yourself as it rushed over you and you contorted against the restraints, grimacing at the pleasure and the pain. you couldn’t take it anymore.

“red! jesus, rita, red!”

she lept off of you, removing the vibe from your clit and her fingers from your pussy, swiftly untying you from your restraints as your body continued to convulse.

“you okay? you did so good.”

“yes,” you panted heavily, chuckling lightly, “i just— that was enough. that was my limit.”

“how can i help?”

“some cuddles, maybe?”

“of course, sweetheart.”

she moved beside you on the bed, pulling you into her embrace, kissing the top of your head gingerly. after your body had calmed down, cooling from the intensity of your earlier session, you rolled over and planted a tender kiss on her lips.

“now it’s my turn to drive you wild,” you said with a smirk before climbing downward, spreading her legs, and getting to work.

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[loveeveryoneincludingfictional]

The gory fanfic I talked about (part one)

My Behaviour reform/cult camp aU (it’s from a DnD session and originally was sort of a more magic based place but I decided to abandon magic for this because it wasn’t a well done element and was used so rarely it’s literally better I make this without it at all) I wasn’t sure about publishing this until someone told me to show her off so here she comes. So like triggers for violence and shit, kinda the vague cultish themes and also the angst—oh fuck the angst. Also sorry for slightly short first chapter, I know it’s just 4K words and not to the meat yet but something came up and the eventful chapter needs editing because basically I got so sick I could pretty much sleep, try to live and sleep.

You probably get updates faster if you read this on Archive of our own since it’s my main platform but yeah, I’ll continue to update both. Already slightly gory but not quite.

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Chapter one: Preaching on the old camp grounds.

If he had a choice on this matter, he would’ve probably simply said no way and walked off without a second thought for the matter. He would’ve scoffed at the idea of joining a camp full of people who would probably have violent tendencies and hurt him or be just batshit insane—hell he is scoffing at it now. He’s a guy who just happens to be coming here because of ‘behavioural reform’ since his college councillor decided to suggest it—turns out skipping a lot in high school leads you to being a monitored case when you’re in college, who knew, and then they send you to a summer camp because your parents decided that will work.

But really, Clay has nothing to worry about, he can’t complain in a productive way so he should just be capable of holding his chin high and looking at the positives—such as the fact the scenery is beautiful, a lake opening side camp sounds like a daydream. A tiny bit of therapy here and there for a few months, avoiding everybody who has worse issues than him, easy. He can just play in the water by himself and maybe he can chat up a girl and get himself a girlfriend—he has been meaning to have one of those. Or hell, maybe he’ll just make good friends, who fucking knows. He should be excited, not everyone he meets is going to be a fucking sociopath.

The camp worker greets him, shakes his hand, he calls himself Sparkles (vaguely weird but Clay is literally wearing a mask to cover his face for reasons he has never liked mentioning, so a nickname isn’t the weird thing. It is written on the guys t-shirt, blue with the camp logo with a name sticker on his left breast—however that’s written with a Z, Spanklez, Clay can only assume it to be a writing error or the dude’s handwriting being unclear.)

He explains himself as the captain of Clay’s wing, Clay only slightly laughing at the idea of sparkles wearing an eyepatch with an eye missing or something, pacing up and down a corridor screaming out various pirate like sentences—captain sparkles huh? Or Sparklez, captain sparklez, as the name sticker says.

“I’ll show you your dorm, you’re in the left wing, we’ve got to find Da—TDM somewhere. He should be taking your phone and all that.”

“TDM?” Clay questions, turning his head to the right to drive his confusion in, “Is that like an acronym? what does TDM even stand for?”

“Not quite sure,” Sparkles/z speaks, grabbing Clay’s bag and walking him towards the dorm, “There’s three other guys in already, you were the last to arrive. There’s two more dorms in the left wing, they’re full ones, don’t mind them too much. Then the right wing has another three. If you’re wondering, the girls are in the other building over there, you’re not allowed to go there.”

‘Because murder or because sex?’ is his immediate question, keeping it inside himself with the assumption it is to say no sex—this is supposed to be a camp with high values after all and teen pregnancy probably isn’t something they are exactly looking forward to. Is murder a lighter value? No? But it is more acceptable for a behaviour therapy camp to say ‘oh sociopath’ than ‘oh they fucked’

“You’ve got a room with Sapnap, Techno and Wilbur. Nice boys. If you hear anything weird from them, report it to me or Stampy.”

“Why is Wilbur the only one with a normal name here?” Clay questions, confused beyond anything else. Okay maybe his mask is weird but why are the campers having weird nicknames just like the captains or councilors or whatever the fuck they are—like is this just a thing?

“They give everyone nicknames, I’m sure they’ll give you one soon too. It’s like—you’re supposed to call each other your new names. It’s something like a rebirth to have a new name, a new beginning. Wilbur isn’t Wilbur’s name either, it just ended up being his nickname.”

He supposes that makes sense, also makes sense why he hasn’t called him Clay yet. He supposes that may be a good idea, he isn’t sure about it, it doesn’t feel like a horrible idea to have nicknames for any purposes but especially for improved behaviour and shit? But then again, he assumes he’s one of the less insane kids so Clay seems like it would fit anyway.

The door opens and he steps in, noting of everybody inside the dorm and making quick profiles.

There’s a guy with pink, dyed, hair sat on the floor. The guy seems sort of unfocused on what he seemed to be doing, doodling on a piece of paper, instead inspecting the pencil and finally facing up to look up at him only to go back to his pencil staring a moment later with disinterest.

A guy with black hair is laying across a bed, holding a paper ball in his hand after just having thrown it to himself. His eyes are hyper focused on him, as if the mask is intriguing to him or maybe just him as a person, his smile reserved but friendly. It screams hesitance but at the same time a confidence, like he’s hiding a confidence behind a box. He doesn’t look like he wants to kill him but he does stay looking at him uncomfortably long, even after Clay’s eyes trail elsewhere.

Then there’s a last guy, a giant in his own right, sitting on the table with a guitar in his hands. The boy is horridly attractive, brown eyes and large hands seemingly in the middle of playing the guitar. He’s a straight dude but he just thinks he is notably normal and attractive looking, his eyes almost warm but not quite there with this slight edge to them. They don’t look at him for long, instead looking over to Sparkles (or it’s with a Z, he doesn’t fucking know) with that name warmness.

“Here’s the new boy, doesn’t have a name yet. I have to go give these to TDM and talk to Tubbo. Make the guy feel welcome, okay?”

And before Clay can comment on anything just said, the door has closed and the guitar man is extending his hand with a warm smile and Clay takes it, shaking hands.

“I’m Wilbur, my whole nickname is Wilbur Soot but you can take the Soot out. The one on the floor is Technoblade, call him Techno, and then the guy staring is Sapnap.”

“Hey, I’m—.”

“You’re not supposed to give real names,” Wilbur explains after slamming his hand on Clay’s mouth, “that can get you in big trouble here, new guy. You should be getting it soon.”

“Honestly this reminds me of holes,” Clay speaks, Techno turning his head towards him at the mention of a book in such a casual context—especially one you would read for a high school project, “Next I learn we have to dig holes as manual labour without water and two of us escape onto a mountain to get away from that shit.”

“They were talking about doing that actually,” Wilbur speaks with a shrug, sitting on the desk and straightening his legs across it, “Like doing tasks so we don’t have ‘harmful energy’.”

“Sounds like absolute stupidity to me,” Techno speaks, “I can murder and cook the same day, the meat may taste a bit weird but nobody said I couldn’t. I wouldn’t, not unless I have a reason, but I technically could kill someone and burn off all the evidence and serve the victim up with some spicy potatoes, a family recipe.”

“I mean maybe it isn’t that bad,” Clay speaks, attempting to be positive even with his eyes slightly avoiding techno for a moment with the fact he has a plan to get away with murder yeah this is what he was expecting, “Sparkles seems like a nice man and at least we aren’t being leashed and collared here.”

“Bet you’d like that,” Sapnap speaks, finally taking his eyes off him with a small smile as if he got what he was looking for—it’s almost scary, he feels like asking if Sapnap gave him a good score based on what he saw. Sure a mask is unusual but to have the other stare at him so unreadably makes his highly uncomfortable.

“What’s with the mask, Smiley?”

“Techno! That’s insensitive!”

“It’s just a question, Wilbur.”

“It isn’t just a question! That might be personal!”

“So? I can ask, nobody is demanding he answers me. Including me, I’m not demanding for him to answer me.”

“But it’s still a bad question, Techno!”

“How?”

“Something happened to it,” Clay speaks to the arguing duo, having all three faces turn towards him in a way that almost leaves his head with whiplash just witnessing it, “I’d rather not go into detail.”

“Show it.”

“TECHNO!”

“I doubt it’s like burned off or something! Bet he’s just got some light tiny scars across it.”

He almost flinches because yeah chemical burn isn’t too far off burned off. His face has a huge, ragged, previously festering, chemical burn. It used to discharge this yellow shit when he went into the cold and he used to have to bandage it and feel it drip through it. It would fucking drip through his bandage, bleed through it until he had to wash the fucking mask. It’s not a pretty fucking face and even when he can see Techno’s scarred hands playing with a pencil in his boredom, it does nothing but make him feel like those hands would cover his eyes looking at him. Sure, line after line swiping each other on his hands. Those hands look hard with use and like there’s more white scarred skin than pale skin his face matches with—his hands look like they were made to dodge sharp objects and suffer the consequences of it. If those scars were Techno’s face, he could feel comfortable with the idea of showing his face. They could be on equally disfigured grounds.

Honestly, it gives him slight jealousy issues to see the other three—not that they were ugly in college when he went in person. Some of them were prettier than Wilbur actually, supermodel lookers with Florida tans and freckles and fuck a few of them had a head of pure sunkissed golden locks and the deepest blue eyes with a grey storm crossing across in a way that almost divided their eyes into two colours. Some of his classmates were attractive and damn aware of it but something about being in a camp where people are supposed to look like they have issues, since they’re supposed to have issues, kills him. He can’t quite understand why he expected to be at least average when his lower left jaw to his lower cheek is bubbling like a second mouth. The way Techno’s hands are still attractive and the second most disgusting thing in the room makes him want to scream because what the fuck. He can be so fucking confident but he was supposed to fit in here. And here he stands with his stupid mask on with a healing chemical splash and scars running down his face.

“Can we talk about something else?” Clay asks in almost a whisper, getting a nod from Wilbur and a ‘sorry’ from Techno in return. He appreciates it. “So how long have you been here?”

“Six days, Techno’s been here seven. Came here with a kid, he was scared as shit so I helped him out but he’s not in this dorm so,” Wilbur explains, Techno giving him a nod.

“Three,” Sapnap speaks, lifting up three fingers with his pinky thumb and middle finger in the air, “I had to finish things since I start college after this bullshit, I was supposed to come the same day as Wilbur originally.”

“Why are you even here? You don’t look particularly troubled—excluding you techno, you look like you fought god in your underwear with an umbrella during a thunderstorm.”

“Arson,” the black haired answers so casually it almost makes Clay think he said something else until he registers that the younger boy said arson, as in lighting shit on fire, and not something like weed… then again maybe the dude also smokes weed, he looks like a stoner for no better words. He looks relaxed and has a fucking ninja ass band in his hair—it’s so clear he’s a fucking stoner that if he is not he will drop out of college.

“Sparkles asked me to get you,” speaks someone from the door, strong british accent with brown hair and goggles on his head, “It’s time for the evening meal and he wanted to make sure Dream is coming.”

“Who?” Clay questions, looking between the three who all look at him—oh he’s Dream, Clay is Dream. That’s such a girly name, what the fuck, Techno at least sounds like a guy. Or maybe Dream because he’s so incredibly dreamy—ha he wishes, he’s just not all that. Maybe his body is but his face needs a fucking transplant, maybe when he’s a best selling author he will have the money to look like a model. God he can only hope.

He doesn’t really speak at all, Sapnap grabbing his hand and dragging him towards a building on the other side of the camp opening before he washes his hands in the line of sinks—Dream deciding to do the same, tailing the black haired boy until they sit at a long table (one of two long tables, he doesn’t really bother looking over though, he doesn’t want to look in case he aggravates someone as tall as Wilbur or an another arsonist.)

“New guy?” Someone asks, another fucking Brit why is everyone fucking British what the fuck is happening—he’s met three Americans and three Brits and that’s not normal odds when he’s in fucking America—if he’s in America it should be at least ten to one of American accents but everyone is fucking British as fuck, “I’m George.”

“He’s Dream,” Sapnap speaks for him, Dream nodding. He doesn’t mind having his introduction done by his dorm mate when there’s people he is fucking scared of all around the table. He isn’t easy to scare but again, arson, he’s here because he skipped school and there’s an arsonist at the same table so the kind of people there may be, honestly, scares him. Also, to be fair, he’s honestly not sure he’s quite used to being called ‘Dream’ under such short notice. He shakes from his thoughts as Techno takes a seat on the other side of him, reaching for water across the table until someone huffs and hands it to him, a ‘thanks Philza’ leaving his dorm mate's mouth. He doesn’t really bother with looking at the guy.

“New guy,” speaks an unmistakable New York accent, Dream still sort of not looking. This is a lot of people with issues and considering the most—or second most polite person here is here because of fucking ARSON, he doesn’t really wanna know what a more aggressive sounding is here for, “NEW GUY YOU ‘MURICAN?”

“Schlatt—,” Wilbur speaks, letting out a long huff before he turns his head to the other boy, “Yes, he’s American.”

“Shush, you little Brit, go drink your tea. I was talking to the mask here.”

“Yeah, I’m American,” Dream speaks after a moment of staring from all around him, still not particularly interested in looking over at anybody, “I’m assuming you’re a New Yorker.”

“Born and raised in Montana, moved there later. You’re kinda tan, what’s your opinion on gay people? Weed?” Schlatt questions, Dream finding almost comfort in the way he’s blunt, just for a moment. It’s weird, he doesn’t know why, it’s so slight it doesn’t help him but he assumes he likes when people are blunt and straight, maybe it’s just endearing.

“W-What?” He questions, in slight amusement. He almost looks over. He’s so close. He’s within a hair of looking over and talking to him face to face but something stupid stops him—actually what stops him is the mask but.

“I’m getting your state. Christian?” Schlatt questions, taking a sip of water. He’s still uneasy, maybe because the directness is different from Technos (something that gave him an illegal amount of familiarity easily, his directness was awkward while Schlatt has this almost regal straightness, almost like it's more ‘no bullshit’ than awkward. It’s like a knife where Techno’s different in a punch way—punching can be friendly, stabbing really isn’t) but his unease is so different with someone who seems to be blunt and jokey with him than anyone else there just looking at him.

“Yeah. I guess. I haven’t been to church in a while but I think I’m in the papers? My parents are Christians,” Dream speaks with a shrug, looking around for a moment—why come for an evening meal so early if there’s not going to be an evening meal? That’s kinda weird.

“Gulf state?” goes Schlatt’s next question, Dream hesitating a moment before giving his response in case it’s revealing too much. He assumes they could find his state easy if they asked the workers anyway so he is honest,

“Yeah.”

“If you were from Alabama, you would keep up with Church more than that. You look inbred though, good reason to wear the mask if you have a Habsburg chin. Though that would show through, maybe incest eyes?”

Dream almost feels offended, laughing it off before speaking to make sure Schlatt doesn’t actually think he is inbred, “My parents are not related, I promise.”

Schlatt takes a moment to think, the silence making Dream the same uneasy he was before. It’s more overwhelming, it feels like he is being judged. Until Schlatt speaks, “You like alligators?”

He’s so glad to hear something before thinking, shrugging, “Yeah, I guess, they’re pretty cool.”

“Florida man,” Someone voices, kind of like a frat boy with an accent. It has the feel of a spanish telenovela playboy, obviously faked or at least made more aggressive for a joke.

He nods, finally looking around himself through not really taking note of anyone. Well he does take note of the short guy in front of himself, wearing a blue shirt and smiling as he grabs Dream’s glass, pouring in some water and putting it back down. He says a thank you, getting a slight salute and a ‘no problem’ before a bell loudly rings and grabs both their attention, along with everyone else.

The girl on stage says to thank the Gods for the day and the food before grabbing their food—Dream mumbles the prayer, stumbling through by listening to how Techno is saying it, low voice right next to him making it easier for him to at least get it 70% right with a few skipped words. He doesn’t necessarily understand what they are doing this for, the guy in front of him seems to express his emotions with the roll of his eyes upon finishing. Guy seems pretty fucking cool.

With that thought, Sapnap grabs his hand and pulls him towards the kitchen or whatever you call that, the guy who sat in front of him jogging up to them,

“Sapnap, how come you’re taking the new guy? Planning to shag him?”

“You know I only want to kiss you, Gogy.”

“My name is George. George. Like the king.”

“You’re far from a king, Gogy, you know you shouldn’t be using your real name here.”

“Bullshit, Gogy is close enough to George you should just use my actual name. Whole no name thing is fucking weird.”

“Gogy, annoying you makes me want to refuse calling you your name even more.”

“You’re a fucking wanker, you know?”

“Ah, it’s a Brit innit?”

“Low fucking blow, man.”

“I can blow you.”

“You’re like barely out of high school, no thank you.”

“Oh c’mon now boys, this is not rough house time,” Dream speaks after the argument has gone on for a while, half heartedly getting in between—it seems like a friendly argument and he could easily take on George with Sapnap and probably Sapnap if George really pulled his weight.

It’s all fairly comfortable laughter and jokes from there until George has walked them to their dorm and pointed out his own—the familiarity is strange so immediately, especially to an arsonist and one that is not even hiding the fact he’s an arsonist—like at all, he actively jokes about lighting things on fire.

“Sleep well,” George speaks with a smile, opening an another dorm door, his dorm, with ‘Tubbo’ and ‘Eret‘ written on the door—along with another name, one that makes dream almost lose his shit—Nutpig, poor thing.

They make it into their dorm, Techno and Wilbur sitting on the table with a third boy, this one blond with blue eyes and seemingly caught up in talking about things that he seems interested in. Techno looks over to them, as if daring them to say something about it—or perhaps just Dream, Sapnap seems used to it and just sits on his bed.

“Dream, you sleep on top of me right?”

“I—what?” Dream asks, shocked. That’s a proposition and a half for the first night.

“The top bunk,” Sapnap speaks with a laugh, clearly knowing how his words could be taken out of context.

“That was on purpose,” Dream says accusingly, looking at the top of the bed wondering if it’s high enough for his fear of heights to be triggered by how high up he is.

“Or we could,” Sapnap speaks, sitting down on his bed dramatically, making grabby hands with a big boisterous grin that clearly says ‘I’m joking’, “cuddle. C’mere, I’m lonely.”

“The—I, face, y’know,” Dream explains, suddenly grateful for the upper bunk, “you don’t—it’s—I don’t sleep with a mask on! C’mon now, that would be so uncomfortable.”

“You could trust me and take it off?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Turn the lights off so I get cuddles!”

“You won’t get cuddles anyway! But yes, please turn off the lights so I can take the mask off.”

“Okay,” Wilbur speaks, grabbing the unknown boy by the hand with a small smile, “lets go to sleep, Tommy.”

“He can take mine,” Techno speaks almost immediately. It’s almost affectionate sounding, it comes so close to not being numb and monotone.

Dream almost questions if the boy is staying with them tonight or if it’ll even be the full night before Techno shoots him another dangerous look—they look protective of the boy, clearly so, this is probably the boy Wilbur mentioned earlier talking about arriving with someone. He doesn’t bother saying anything about the fact the blond boy climbs up to the top bunk.

It takes a second to adjust to the lack of light, he can tell bodies but not who’s bodies based on more than location. He takes his mask off, climbing up with it in hand and sniffing it. It doesn’t smell like he has opened anything, it smells clean, and he just lays down.

He has a hard time getting sleep, settling on watching Technos body at the table writing something until he can see from the corner of his eyes how Wilbur is wide awake, standing up and walking around the room until Techno turns back and whispers to him, expecting everyone to be asleep. This time he genuinely sounds worried.

“Wilbur. Wilbur. You’re okay. You’re not sick man, breathe, you can breathe. You won’t die if you sleep, okay? I promise.”

“Easy for you to say that—you don’t know if something is wrong with me.”

“Wilbur you yourself told me this is you overthinking, that you’re healthy. Breathe man, you’re not thinking straight. Do you need me to sleep with you again?”

“Please.”

When they’re on Wilbur’s bed is when Dream finally starts getting sleepy enough to go to sleep, facing the wall just in case.

#fanfiction #dream team #au #gonna post to AO3 too #he’ll lose an eye soon i promise

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Yuki’s Story Chapter 72 - Rin’s Bet

Chapter 72 In the courtyard during lunch, Yuki is having food with her fans and Minoru. One of the fans gives her a spicy sushi. Boy1: Wanna taste the most spicy sushi? Yuki: You bet! Yuki eats it and swallows it. Boy1: Wow! You didn't even spit it out or sweat. Yuki: I ate plenty of spicy food before. They are far from intolerable for me. Boy2: Wow! Minoru: You ate hot spicy chips before. Yuki: Absolutely. Surprisingly, I was able to eat those. They clap for her. Later after school, Yuki and Ryo are arm wrestling. Yuki: I bet I will win this. Ryo: No way, Yuki. Yuki: I can feel your strength. Ryo: Yours too. Yuki: But not as strong. Yuki beats Ryo. Ryo: Ahh? Yuki: Sweet. Don't worry. I can see that we're becoming more competitive. Ryo: 2/3 on this challenge. Yuki: Exactly. I don't always win, but mostly on competitions. You're almost becoming as strong as I am. Ryo: Ever compete with Minoru? Yuki: He's not a physical type for games, but on video games, we're nearly on par. Ryo: I see. The next day at school during gym class, Yuki plays softball with Rin. Yuki: Ready? Rin: Yes. She pitches the ball to Rin, and she hits it. Yuki hits it again and Rin misses the shot. Yuki: Score! Rin: Not again. At the end of the game, Yuki win against Rin. After school, Yuki, Minoru, and Rin walk out from the school. Rin: This is the third week that I hardly get any shots. Yuki: Yeah. At least you don't miss the first few shots of each round. Rin: I know, but you're too of a high level for me. Yuki: Then why you decide to compete against me? Rin: I'm trying to do better in gym class, and want to be decent at softball. Yuki: Losing is learning. You gotta find your instincts. Minoru: Maybe find a more simple activity. You're good at cheerleading. Rin: Well, I can't argue with that, but I want to do better on a few more. Yuki: For your grade. Rin: Yes. You've been doing challenges lately. Yuki: Oh yeah. I pretty much do interesting challenges. Minoru: Remember you challenged Ryo on the sour candy? Yuki: Super sour, yes. Turns out we tied. We liked those, so we didn't break on that. Rin: Exactly. Rin thinks on her head of how Yuki is made more interesting. Rin: Yuki, I know some day, I will beat you on a challenge. Yuki: It's pretty hard for you to beat me, considering your level. Rin: No. Yuki: Umm, how many challenge have you tried? Several times. Rin: I bet that I will beat you on a challenge one day. Yuki: And what is exactly your bet? Rin: I bet that I can stay a character, being a tomboy for the entire day. Yuki laughs. Yuki: Hahaha! Rin, are you serious? You're willing to put that off? Rin: I can guarantee that I can stay in character. Minoru: It's a hard challenge concerning we know about you. Yuki: Yeah, you don't even like the stuffs that I do. You're very girly so it's pretty hard to see you as a tomboy. Rin: I can be one for a day to see how Yuki's life is like. Yuki: Really? Minoru: Why do you want to do that? Rin: To show her that I can nearly be as good as her. Yuki: It takes skills for physical activities. Rin: It doesn't have to be that all that sudden. Yuki: Okay. I'll have to judge you on that though. Rin: That's fine, and I will plan to see what happens if I win. Yuki: All right. Minoru: Saturday is a good day. Rin: Exactly. At Friday night, Rin is in her room, having her clothes for the bet. She is texting Yuki in the group chat. Rin: I am ready. Yuki: Cool. So, did you plan what happens if you win or lose the challenge? Rin: Yes, but I won't reveal it until the end of the day. Yuki: Why? Rin: It will be more fun that no one would know so my challenge won't be affected. Yuki: I see what you mean. Stop by my place at 10. Rin: You got it. Rin puts her phone down and sees herself in the mirror. Rin: All right. I can do this. Being a tomboy is like seeing how Yuki's life is like, so I may learn more things. I just have to wear a ponytail and a cap. In the morning, Rin quickly changes her hair style and changes clothes to simple stripes with black and white and jeans. She takes off her straps and went outside. Rin: All I gotta act is a typical tomboy. She went to Yuki's house and knocks the door hard. Yuki opens the door. Yuki: Oh great. You're ready. Rin: Yes, Yuki. What do you want to do today? Yuki: Actually, you should think about what do you want to do, in this moment. Rin: I wanna play Softball. Let's go out! Yuki: The nearest court is most likely in use, so wanna get in before we head there? Rin: Yes! A while later, Yuki, Rin, and Ryo are in Yuki's room. Yuki shows Rin a video game. Yuki: I got this game. Rin: I heard it's pretty gory. Yuki: Exactly. Are you able to handle this game? Rin: Well, it's a mature rating. Ryo: I got it and I decide to give it a share. Yuki: Yep! You demanded hard games, so this is it. Rin: (mind) It does look pretty violent. Yuki: I'll put it on. Rin: Umm, sure. In the game, Rin is the only one playing. The character in the game slices foes with knives. Rin tries killing them. Rin: Do they start with many of the foes? Yuki: They do, but more will come later. Rin: It's a bit challenging. Yuki: Yep. Later, Minoru came and sees Yuki, Ryo, and Rin at the table. Minoru: Hey guys. Rin: Hey Minoru! Minoru sees her as a different style. Minoru: It seems that you are taking the challenge more serious. Rin: That's right. Today, we are going out and play softball. Minoru: That's cool. Ryo: Is Retasu coming? Minoru: She told me that she'll come straight to the field. Yuki: I saw that message just now. Ryo: Amazing. Minoru: So, what did you do so far? Rin: I played their new game. It's a mature rating. Yuki: Slashing Collabs 5. Minoru: Oh. How did you do on that? Rin: Decent. Killing the mummy looking creatures and chopping the skeleton's heads is all I did. Yuki: Don't forget you threw boulders at them. Rin: That too. Later, they went to the tennis court, getting some softballs and tennis rackets. Retasu shows up and runs to them. Retasu: Hey guys. Rin: Retasu, ready to play? Retasu: Yes. Ryo: You and Minoru are playing against Rin. Yuki: It's best that to match her level, and you both are a perfect fit. Retasu: And you're playing against the two of us? Rin: Yeah, because I want to take this the hard way for me. Minoru: Wow. You're really up for a challenge. Rin: Yep. Let's move on. They are at the court. Rin: Ready? Minoru: Yes. Rin pitches the ball, and Minoru hits it, and then Rin tries to hit it hard, and she hits it, and passes to Retasu, to Rin, to Minoru, and Rin tries to hit hard again, and she tries to hit it with full force, and she successfully hit it directly and Minoru misses it. Minoru: Hmm. Rin: Excellent! Later at the last round, they play and Rin tries to hit the ball hard, but she hits it with light force. Retasu hits it, and Rin is a little exhausted. Yuki: Exhausted? Rin: No. I'll play this round. Rin is sweating a little and decide to focus on the ball. Minoru passes the ball to her, and Rin hits the ball with full force, and Retasu misses the shot. Retasu: Wow! You really improved a bit. Minoru: You got 4 goals and we got 6. Rin: Well, even though I lost, I still have fun playing. I no longer got one or two goals from you both. Ryo: That's cool. Yuki: I think your used to lack the force of hitting the ball and running too. Rin: Now I realized how better I got today. I still want to play. This time, I'll play with either Retasu or Minoru, depends who is more good at softball. Minoru: Well, she plays more than I do. Retasu: Yeah, I played them with my brothers before. Yuki: That sounds fun. Rin plays with Retasu, and Rin did tie with Retasu. Retasu: Wanna play a round, so that there is no tie? Rin: Sure. Retasu passes the ball and Rin runs and hits the ball with medium force. Retasu hits the ball hard and Rin watches the speed of the ball, and she hits it normally, and then Retasu passes it. Rin gives another try and hits it hard and Retasu misses. Rin: Cool! I won! Retasu: It looks like you had some skills from class. Rin: Yeah, but I decide to play it as hard as I can. Looks like we're almost as good. You have more experience. Retasu: Yeah. Ryo: So, what are we doing next? Rin: To Yuki's house! As they walk, Rin sees a yard with a plastic pipe that is dirty. Rin: Guys! Look at that pipe! Wanna see me get through it? Yuki: Sure. Minoru: All right. Rin decides to lean down to the ground and goes inside the pipe, and she sees a lot more dirt there that she expected. Rin: Umm, it's all dirty, but I'm not giving up. Rin tries to wipe away all the dirt with her hands to get through, and she comes out from the other end of the pipe. Rin comes out with little dirt. Rin: Tada! I did it! Retasu: You know it's dirty inside, right? Rin: Yeah, but I went through it. Ryo: Okay. As they walk, they see a small spider behind Rin's back, and Yuki grabs it and flings it out. Minoru: Good. It's creepy. Yuki: I know. At the house at the backyard, Rin tries on Rollerblades. Rin: So how do I use it? Yuki: Remember ice skating? I bet you would know about how to skate. Rin: Sure. Rin runs around the yard, hoping she doesn't fail. Rin: Cool! I'm doing it. Minoru: It seems like you are starting to do it well. Rin continues to run around, until she hit the tree branch and falls. Rin: OW! Retasu: Rin, are you all right? Yuki picks her up. Yuki: You're all right? Rin has few tears. Rin: I'm hurt a little, but I can't stop myself from crying. A while later, Retasu checks up Rin and she doesn't see any pains. Retasu: You're all right. Rin: Cool. They watch Minoru trying on Rollerblades. Minoru: So how long did you have this? Yuki: For a few years, but I had a few ones before that and donated them since the old ones don't fit my feet anymore. Minoru: Sounds interesting. Later, they went to the dining room and have lunch together. Yuki: The meal looks really good! Minoru: Yeah! Rin: So you enjoyed being a tomboy all your life? Yuki: Well, yes. As a little kid since then, I find myself engaging on boy's activities. I never find feminine activities fun for me, and so I do a couple of things that I enjoy. I always know that I am a girl, just in my own way. Retasu: So as a kid, you act like a troublemaker? Yuki: Oh yes. I pull some funny stuff and do some risk taking to do what I need to do for the class. As a kid, I wanted to be a ninja, and always practice a lot of moves, and I go out and get dirty and come home, smelling like spirit. Rin: Uhh, okay. Ryo: You still do. Yuki: Because I love doing sport activities and geeking out. As a kid, I was the most hyper kid in the family, and running around. Minoru: Cool. After they finished lunch, they went outside and do some activities with Rin. After hanging out for the rest of the day, Yuki and Minoru went to Rin's house while following her. They went to her room. Rin: It was so fun today. Yuki: You bet. You challenged yourself many times this evening. Rin: Well, I was a hit and miss on those, but I did not give up. Minoru: It was a fantastic experience, right? Rin: I kinda see how those activities are really fun for you, Yuki. Yuki: You bet. So many experiences for many years, I have. Rin: And now I smell like spirit. Minoru covers his nose. Minoru: So are you gonna shower? Rin: Yeah. Well, it's almost night, and I wanna end my challenge right here and you guys tell me the results when I come out. Yuki: Sure. Minoru: Love to see what's next. Rin went to the bathroom and showers herself. She comes out from the bathroom with her pyjamas. Rin: So, what did you guys think about today? Minoru: We thought you really know how to stay in character. You got good acting. Yuki: And it shows that you are trying to be a tomboy for the day. Your results are interesting. Rin: Cool. So looks like I won! Yuki: Yes, you have. Minoru: That's cool. Rin: It is! Remember what I said what happens if I win? Yuki: Oh yeah, tell us. Rin: All right. You have to do it since I won. Minoru: But first, what happened if you lost? Rin: If I did, I would've have let Yuki pass gas in front of me. Yuki: I tried not to. Rin: And sometimes, you do. Yuki: So what do you want me to do? Rin: Well, are you up to play a feminine version of yourself? It has to be the entire day, tomorrow! Yuki: Are you kidding me? I'm not good at playing girly. Rin: Well, I won, so you have to. Yuki: Fine, but can it be somewhere else, not in Sapporo? I don't want anyone else to see me wear frilly dresses. Rin: Just stop by here in the morning. Yuki: It better be outside the town, and no photo taking. The next day, they are at Rin's house, and they see Yuki dressed with two pink bows in both sides on her hair, a hair extension on her sides, pink frilly dress, white leggings, and high heels. Rin laughs when she sees Yuki dressed this way. Yuki: It's not funny. This is totally embarrassing. I don't even like high heels. Rin: Well, you have to wear those as part of the bet. Yuki: I have no idea how you got hair extensions, the ones for my sides. Minoru: Can you walk well in high heels? Yuki: Yes, but I can't run. Rin: Well, you can't run in this bet. Yuki: That's lame. Rin: And you better not ruin my dress. I had fun playing my bet yesterday, so you should too. Yuki: We'll see. A while later, Yuki, Minoru, Rin, and Retasu are in Rin's backyard. Yuki plays a role of a girly character with a soft voice. Yuki: Howie. Rin. it's so good to meet you. Retasu, thanks for coming along. Minoru, you're such a sweet boyfriend. Rin: Hehe. Well, today is a sunny day. Yuki: Yes, Rin. Yuki picks up the basket from the ground. Yuki: I'll go grab something special. Yuki walks to the garden and looks at the iris flower. Yuki: These are your favorit righ... (SNEEZE!) Yuki walks backwards a little and steps on a rock on her right heel. As she is wearing high heels already, her right foot is unbalanced and trips to the ground and drops the basket to the ground. She goes back to her normal voice. Yuki: I almost twisted my right foot. These heels are bothering me. Rin: I hope the dress isn't dirty. Yuki stands up and Retasu sees that it's fine. Retasu: It's still looking good. Minoru: I thought you know that flowers are your allergic reaction. Yuki: I'm trying to play a role, but it's not working out. I can't do this. Yuki takes off the hair extension from her sides and pins out the ribbons too. Rin: Hey! You're in a bet. Yuki: This is just too silly and I can't even go on without my feet getting squeezed. Retasu: Different size. Rin: That's all I have for the biggest high heels from my closet. Yuki: Well, I'm sorry, but I can't continue. I rarely give up, but I can't think of what the girly character would usually do. Rin: Fine. Let's go back to my room. A while, they talk about the bet. Yuki is already dressed back normally. Minoru: It seems like Rin's challenge went a lot great yesterday. Rin: That's right. Yuki: I'm trying to tell you Rin that I don't always win. Rin: I know, but you quit. I mean, you did get a hard start, so I understand. Retasu: Rin, you had fun playing a character yesterday. Rin: Yeah. Minoru: Yuki, what also made you quit? Yuki: Umm, I lack fashion sense, so I wouldn't know how to play right as a typical girly character. Rin: I understand. Well, I did have few hard moments yesterday, but it was somehow easy to stay in character. Minoru: We are really great actors on role playing, it's just that we can have few weaknesses on what the character shoud be based on the actor's knowledge. I don't even know how to be deadpan because I lack sarcasm. Yuki: You're right. It is based on a person. So congratulations, Rin. You beat me of who plays the character the best. Rin: Yeah. I knew you would have a hard time, but we learn about each other, regardless of how long we are friends. Retasu: Yeah. Later, Yuki and Minoru went to Yuki's house at her room, watching a rerun of My Hero Academia with Ryo. Ryo: So how was it? Yuki: It only lasted quarter of an hour, and things didn't work out for me, so I left. Ryo: Hmm. Yuki: It was so silly anyway, and I didn't know how to play girly. All I was thinking about is doing something epic like these guys on the show. Minoru: Interesting.

Next Chapter: Yuki's Offer A classmate, Leo. He has two things happening on him. He has a crush on Kyanna and talks to Yuki about it. She and Minoru tells him about her and how to approach her. Second, he is afraid if Team Phase is watching him. He is concerned about that because of the incident where they got Rin few weeka ago. How will Yuki solve these problems, with or without anyone? Tune in next time!

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