#I cringed at their stupidity multiple times while writing this.
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Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.
kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.
Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.
their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.
when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.
when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.
they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.
its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.
but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.
His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.
Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.
"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.
his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.
he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.
when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.
"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."
Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.
Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.
Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.
he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.
but tonight's different, so different.
Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.
when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.
he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.
Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.
"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.
"I missed you too,"
there's a moment of silence.
"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.
"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.
Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.
but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.
his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.
but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.
Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.
"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"
"yes, Dazai?"
"don't go."
"I won't."
"promise?"
"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."
he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"
Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.
"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."
there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.
"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.
there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.
he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.
"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).
it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?
his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).
he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.
he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.
#I love when two emotionally constipated men find ways to be indirectly vulnerable and soft with one another. it matters so much to me.#they don't know how to talk about it or what they mean to one another or what they need from the other but they make it work#but after so long of dancing around each other only to be ripped apart for so long something just gives way and for once its in their favor#I hc that Dazai can be quite graceful in a ghostly and/or feline sort of way when he wants to be. he hops to his toes instead of standing-#glides instead of walking. stares into your soul with these big old eyes instead of just look. so thats just sprinkled in here.#on another note. these men are idiots. I said getting together but for christ sake they've been together for years they just never noticed.#I cringed at their stupidity multiple times while writing this.#dazai is scared of loving kunikida. he's scared his love will damn the man he loves. he's scared he'll leave too#but he can only run from his feelings so long#kunikida is scared to love dazai. he's scared he will find a way to break him. that he won't be careful enough. that he'll screw it all up.#they're so fucking messy and I love them your honor#I have so much to say about them#kunikida bsd#kunikida doppo#bsd kunikida#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#dazai bsd#kunikidazai#kunidazai#if you see typo's no you don't
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kiss me and apologize || Carmen Berzatto x reader
summary: from private chef to working in a rundown restaurant in Chicago, your life does a 180 as you try to fit into the world that is the Beef. Richie isn’t helping and Carmen just can’t figure you out
word count: 3.7k
warnings: swearing, mentions of michael’s death/suicide
author’s note: so um i guess i write for the Bear now?? official obsessed with the show and was inspired by all of the great writers that write for Carmy on here :)
"Carmen? The door?"
"What—? Oh yeah, yeah. Sorry."
He turns towards the door, fumbling for the key with numb fingers, his face burning hot.
He wasn't used to anyone else besides himself showing up to the restaurant so early in the morning, and he definitely wasn't used to you and your pink cheeks and and warm smile greeting him at the door. You were a new hire to the Beef, a godforsaken miracle dressed in oversized overalls who had shown up two weeks ago and been hired by Sydney on the spot.
She had been smitten with you from the start, dead set on hiring you without so much as a second interview.
"—studied in Copenhagen, worked at multiple Michelins in New York. I mean look at this, Carmen. She's a private chef in the Hamptons. We would be stupid not to hired her."
And you were great. You are great. Except for the fact that you're really fucking distracting.
"You sure you got it, chef?"
Carmen can't even blame the heat rising from his cheeks from the cold at this point because his hands are sweating as he jiggles the door knob that somehow always seems to get jammed at the worst possible moments. This is one of those moments.
Finally, he hefts his weight against the door while twisting the knob and it busts open. A muffled snort escapes you from behind him. Carmen steps inside, holding the door open for you with a small wave of his hand. "Sorry. I'm sure this crap isn't what you were expecting when you applied here—"
He's rambling, stomach twisting in knots. His nerves always screw up his stomach—maybe he'll pop a few Tums before—
"It's fine, Camren," you assure him, stepping in from the cold, body pressing against his in the small entry way. "I like it here."
I like you.
"Yo, am I interrupting something, cousin? You and the princess wanna take that shit somewhere else?" Richie's shout can be heard from all the way across the parking lot, and it makes Carmen visibly cringe.
"Fuck off, cousin," Carmen mutters, reluctantly breaking away from you.
Still standing in the doorway, you huff, whatever moment you and Carmen had shared broken by Richie's arrival. The taller man stomps up the front steps, shaking snow from his boots.
So far, he had been the only staff member you found unbearable. Even Tina had warmed to you after a few weeks and now took great pleasure in listening to your elaborate stories as a private chef. Richie, on the other hand, hated your guts.
"You just gonna stand there and let all the fuckin' cold air in? I'll let Sugar know to take the heating outta your paycheck."
"Fuck off, Richie."
The morning is only the beginning of his wrath.
——
"Richie, you fucking imbecile—"
"Every single time you open your mouth, all I hear is this fuckin' bullshit. Jesus, you're so fuckin' high and mighty with your fancy ass college degree," he sneers, looming over you. If he stepped any closer you would have lacked the self control not to hit him. "You wanna come in here, act like you know everything because daddy sent you to school—"
"You don't have to fucking like me, Richie, but what you're not going to do is push me around and be an egotistical misogynist just because you have a set of balls. So give me my fucking knife."
Richie's hand is in the air beside your head, waving about in wild gesticulation that he does not have your knife, or any fucking knife for that matter. "I don't have your shit!"
With your jaw clenched together, you breathe in deeply through your nose and take in the taller man through narrowed, disbelieving eyes. "Fine." You turn on your heals and storm off. "CARMEN."
Richie throws his hands up and scoffs at your retreating back, yelling after you. "Ohh go ahead, fuckin' call mommy. Like I'm scared of him," he snorts.
"CARMEN!" Your fury only fueled by Richie's taunts, your stride quickens as you shove your way through the chaos of the kitchen, dodging both Sydney and Marcus.
"Woah, chef. What's the matter?" Sydney asks as you whip past her, her hands busy with mashing potatoes, but you don't stop to answer, instead rounding the corner like a woman on a mission.
"CARMEN—"
"—What?!" At the third sound of his name, Carmen finally jerks his head up from his prep station, only to be met with you head on. "What's going on, chef?" he repeats, looking back down to his station after taking in your vexed disposition and gathering that no one's dying. He puts on these sort of metaphorical blinders once he's in the kitchen and nothing, not even you, is going to distract him from what he does best. He becomes an entirely different animal in the kitchen.
"That fucking dickwad has my knife and he won't give it back. How am I supposed to—"
Still urgently chopping carrots, Carmen cuts you off. "Chef, just get another knife," he instructs, stepping around you to dump a pile of sliced carrots into the bin.
His dismissal throws you for a loop and leaves you open mouthed, protest caught in your throat. Just this morning he had been stuttering nervously, cheeks flushed as you stood waiting for him to unlock the staff door. Now he's biting and abrasive, domineering in the way he takes control of the kitchen. You know he's just doing his job, doing whatever it takes to keep his head above the water—keep everyone's head above the water, but right now you want to scream at him. "Just tell him to—"
"Yes, Chef," he provides, indicating that he's done refereeing yours and Richie's squabble. He moves across the station so that you have to step sideways to avoid being in his way.
"But I—"
"Yes, Chef?" Carmen effectively cuts you off with a hard stare, momentarily stopping his urgent chopping. His blue eyes are fixating despite their look of wild urgency.
When it becomes obvious that arguing your point further is going to get you nowhere, you nod, growling a reluctant, 'Yes, Chef.'
If Carmen notices your attitude, he either pointedly ignores it or is too busy shouting at Tina about onions to care. You grab a knife laid out at one of the empty stations, purposefully shoving Richie as you round the corner.
"What's the matter, sweetheart? Mommy didn't take your side?" he calls from the expo station "Didn't fuckin' see that coming."
You ignore him, deciding that he's not worth anymore of your energy for the time being. There's an entire rack of ribs that needs to be sliced and it's going to take you twice as long with this poor excuse of a knife.
"Chef, how are those ribs coming?" Sydney calls amidst the kitchen chaos. "Doors open in fifteen minutes."
Glancing at the digital kitchen clock, panic sets into you as you realize just how much time you've lost. "Fuck," you mutter, more to yourself than anyone. "Ahh—I'm going to need at least twenty," you shout back.
"What? What's taking so long?" Sydney asks. You can hear her moving behind you, finishing up with her own prep.
"Yeah, what's takin' so fuckin' long?" Richie chimes in.
Your grip on the knife's handle tightens, but you don't give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his words. "I'm working on it, Syd," you promise her, praying you can somehow speak that confidence into existence.
Richie is still running his mouth behind you. "Y'know, maybe you just aren't cut out for this. It's not too late to go back to makin' your fancy little hors d'oeuvres up in New York."
"Screw you, Richie," you mutter, your brow furrowed as you concentrate on cutting through the ribs. The knife is hardly cutting and it's taking everything in you not to just start hacking away and be done with it.
"This ain't a cocktail party. This is a real fuckin' business, and we don't need you over here messin' us up and screwin' around—"
"Screw. You. Richie."
"What was that? Can't hear you, princess," he taunts.
Just as you turn to open your mouth, ready to snap at him, the knife hits a dull spot and slips against your grip, catching your fingers along the way. Immediately you jerk your hand back, biting back a cry. The knife clatters to the ground at your feet.
"Fucking dammit!" you exclaim, clutching your bleeding fingers with your other hand.
"Oh now you've really fuckin' done it," Richie laughs, shaking his head.
You only glare at him before muttering, "Move," as you shove past him. To his credit, he doesn't say anymore as you shoulder him out of the way.
By the time you get to the back sink, there's blood seeping from between your gloved fingers and onto the floor. You have to fight back a whimper as you peal away the latex from your skin.
"Woah, woah— what the hell??"
Hands appear beside you, grabbing your own bloody hand and wrapping it tightly in a clean kitchen rag. You close your eyes, willing yourself not to faint. The pressure stings but serves to staunch the blood flow and relieve some of your dizziness.
When you open your eyes, Carmen's blue ones are staring at you worriedly. "You good, chef?"
You close your eyes again, this time not because you're dizzy, but rather to avoid the intensity of his stare. "Yeah," you manage hoarsely, finding your voice. "Yeah. Just bandage me up okay? I've still got prep to do."
Even with your eyes closed you can still feel his eyes on you. He's so close that you can feel the brush of his body against yours.
"Yeah, okay," he finally says, but you can hear the hesitation in his voice. Immediate loss fills your body as he pulls away, but then he's pressed up against you again, holding your fingers steady as he wraps them up.
It hurts and you want so badly to just let go of the cry of pain and frustration that you're holding back. But instead you bite the inside of your cheek and watch Carmen bandage your fingers like he's done it a hundred times before. When he's done, he draws your hand up to his mouth and tears the tape with his teeth. You force back a swallow when his lips brush your skin.
"This okay, Chef?" he asks, looking up at you with those ridiculously anxious blue eyes—anxious like he's always got somewhere to be, something to do, something on his mind. Now they're focused entirely on you.
Somehow you find your voice. "Y-yeah—yeah, thank you." You pause, still staring at him, not moving. "I, um—I should go finish prep..."
"Okay," he answers softly.
"Okay."
"—Hey." Before you turn to slip out of his office, Carmen calls after you. He raises a fist to his chest, tracing it clockwise over his heart.
I'm sorry.
Your brows furrow at his apology. "Carmen, it wasn't your—"
"Yes. It was," he clarifies, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back against the desk. "I blew you off earlier and you got hurt because of it... So I'm sorry."
From the doorframe, you offer him a half smile.
"Apology accepted, Chef." And then you leave him before he can say anymore, slipping back out into the chaos of rush hour.
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You do end up finishing you prep before opening. Your fingers hurt like a bitch, and you may need to visit a 24 hour clinic on your way home for a few stitches, but you make it though. Rush hour was hell, your head hurts from both screaming and being screamed at, but now the Beef is closed, the kitchen is quiet, and you can just breathe.
Slowly but surely, everyone files out of the kitchen once they finish their end of the day tasks, bidding you goodbyes and see you tomorrows as they leave—except for Richie, who you flip off once his back is turned.
The bell above the front door chimes, announcing Tina's departure, and then it's just you left tending to your station. Sydney had offered to take care of it for you, seeing as you were down a hand, but cleaning your space at the end of the day gives you peace of mind and time to cool down after all the chaos.
At some point, the lights in the back office click off and heavy foot steps make their way towards the kitchen. Carmen appears beside you, arms crossed as he watches you clean. He's quiet, observing the way you scrub the already pristine table top over and over and over. You don't learn that kind of precision from working in a place like this.
You're an anomaly to him and he doesn't know what to do with you
You certainly don't fit in here with your perfectly refined private school vocabulary and your Michelin star palette and your fucking expensive gold chain necklace that's probably worth more than the rent for his apartment.
"What're you doing here?" he finally asks.
"Wiping my station?" Your voice is leaning on the defensive side and he figures that probably has to do with Richie.
"Exactly," he concedes. "So what are you doing here? Because six months ago you were making fuckin' soufflés in the Hamptons."
This time you actually kind of laugh because that statement is not too far off from the truth. "I don't know, Carmen. I was bored?"
"You don't give up the Hamptons because you're bored."
You look up at him for the first time since he's walked up. There's no bristling anger in your eyes like there was earlier when Richie took your knife—he did and you both know it. You just look at him, really look at him, and then you set down the rag and you nod. "Just like you don't give up Noma?"
Carmen holds your heavy gaze for a while. It's as if some sort of unspoken understanding passes between the two of you and eventually he sighs, nodding. "Right."
You look around at the restaurant surrounding you, the stained floors, the rundown kitchen appliances, the framed 'let it rip' note. "Natalie, uh she told me about him—Micheal... I'm really sorry. He seemed like a good guy."
His eyes follow yours to the note, and he doesn't say anything for a minute, which isn't unusual, Carmen has always been decently shy since you met him, but it makes you wonder if it was a mistake bringing it up.
Strangely enough, this is the first time that someone's brought up Michael and he hasn't wanted to slam a door in their face. Normally, he would just nod and say something like, 'yeah, he was a good guy' and that would be his way of wiggling out of another unwelcome conversation, but he doesn't. Instead, he stares at the note and wonders for the first time since Micheal died if he should have gone to the funeral.
It made him feel like a fucking asshole for not going, but he couldn't listen to all those people saying how good it was to have him back—how happy Micheal would have been to have him back—because if Micheal hadn't gone and killed himself, he wouldn't be here anyhow. He'd still be in New York. He'd still be angry at Micheal like he is now.
Carmen sighs. "I—I wish that I had talked to him more instead of just fucking off to New York. Because after that I just hated coming back too all of this... y'know? And then it was like even when I was here, he kinda just knew that I didn't want to be here, and so we spent that time just fuckin'... at each other's throats.." He trails off, sniffing to clear the choked up feeling from his throat. "Just—who the fuck does that?"
He's asking you. Who shoots themself and doesn't even leave a note? Who shoots themself and leaves their little brother to pick up the remains of their shithole restaurant?
"Well," you begin, laughing a little at the absurdity of it all. "You're talking to a girl who decided to quit her job after three years as a private chef and is now slicing spare ribs in Chicago for just over minimum wage."
The unseriousness of the confession makes him crack a smile and now he's fighting a grin off of his face. "Yeah, that was uh..." He's still chuckling, shaking his head. "That was really stupid of you. Why would you do that?"
You're fighting a smile too now, heart pumping in your chest because he's really fucking pretty when he laughs. His cheeks are flushed and his curly hair is a disheveled mess and you just want to reach over and smooth a hand through it.
Your tongue wets your bottom lip and his blue eyes don't miss the nervous habit. "Well, there's this guy..."
"Yeah?" Carmen's smiling, the tired expression on his face softened by the twinkle in his eyes.
"Yeah, there's this guy. And I've looked up to him my entire life. He's brilliant—like really fucking brilliant. And I promised myself that if I ever got the opportunity to work for him, I would do it."
Carmen snorts softly, glancing down at the white tile floor a bit bashfully before looking back to you again. "And now you know what a freaking psycho I am, huh?"
You can see it, him retreating back into the mellow, unsure person he becomes when he's not manning an overflowing expo station, a broken freezer, and an entire staff of chefs. It's endearing how timid he is, like he almost doesn't really know himself or how he fits in anywhere outside the kitchen. "I don't think you're a psycho, Carm. I mean, I would be a little crazy too if I had what you have on my plate."
He just nods, still a little sheepish at your praise. Just like this morning, when you had caught him at the back door before opening, he doesn't know what to do with himself when you're around.
You break the silence by turning back towards your station. "I'm going to finish up here. I don't mind locking up if you don't want to stay."
Carmen watches as you lean forward onto the toes of your beat up sneakers to grab the paper towels off the overhead shelf and the hem of your hand cropped t-shirt rides up. His first instinct is to look away because the exposed flesh of your rib cage feels like something he shouldn't be seeing, much less staring at, but it's like he freezes out of panic and now he's looking at the tattoo just under your breast.
He stands there, mouth partially open to reply back to you, but it's like his tongue is numb in his mouth and he doesn't even remember what he was going to say anymore. And then it's gone, concealed again by the hem of your white t-shirt.
When you walked into the Beef two weeks ago, your tattoos had been strangely surprising to him at first. He hadn't pictured you like that in his mind—bronzed skin and tatted forearms and cherry glossed lips—just grunge enough to make anyone who passes you look twice. Now you're all he thinks about.
"Carmy. Carmy?"
You're staring at him, head cocked to the side, brows furrowed in confusion and—God, he wants to kiss you.
"Are you oka—"
"Can I kiss you?" He blurts out the question as if he won't be able to finish it if he doesn't get it all out in one breath. Like he knows that if he doesn't ask now he's never going to have the courage to do it again, and he'll be stuck shoving down these feelings for you for the rest of his life.
When you stare at him, eyes wide, like a deer in the headlights, he knows he screwed up. His stomach drops and—fuck, he really needs a Tums right now. He looks away, hand reaching to his hair, eyes darting to the ceiling because he can't take the embarrassment of looking at you.
"I—fuck, I'm sorry. That was totally—um. I shouldn't have—"
"Shut up, Carmen."
"No, that was stupid of me. I—"
"Shut up so I can kiss you, you moron."
Stepping forward, your hand curls around the back of his neck, drawing him down to close the gap between the two of you. Even then you have to stand on your toes to reach him. Although the tense, anticipatory stiffness of his body against yours is screaming wait, you press your lips to his before he has the chance to back down.
It's everything that a first kiss should be—hot and sweet and a bit awkwardly reserved. You can tell he’s nervous. Nevertheless, you can't help the hum that escapes you at the feeling of his plush bottom lip pressed between your own. If given the choice, you’d never pull away from the warm taste of his mouth.
Carmen's breathing heavy, heart pounding in his chest, hand pressing into your back, pulling you closer as he kisses you impossibly harder. He's never kissed a girl before and he decides then and there that he never wants to kiss any girl that's not you.
It’s not clear which of you pulls away first—coming up for air more than anything—but it leaves you both nose to nose, mouths still inches from each other, still sharing the same air that you would had your mouths been connected.
“Carmen?” you ask softly, nose brushing his as you speak. You can feel his heart beating against his chest.
“Yeah?” he replies in same breathy tone.
“Did I mention I really like it here?”
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❝LOVEGAME❞ — Amber Freeman
⤿Pairing: Amber Freeman x Reader
⤿Summary: You and Amber have fun at her house while you ask for her opinion on the photos you took. One thing leads to another, you end up taking a shot of whiskey and your body starts to feel warm but you can't tell if it's the drink or her.
⤿Content Warning(s): underage drinking, fluff, cringe writing probably, reader likes photography, amber is jealous of a camera, soft! amber?, unestablished-relationship, sexual tension? other than that it's fluff :)
⤿A/N: Is this based on lovegame by lady gaga? Maybe, the title was originally "not yet" but changed because I was listening to lovegame and realize how fitting the song was....//////// also i do not condone to underage drinking, this is for tension purposes.
navigation✧ word count: 2.1k
"What do you think of this?" You hand Amber another picture. Amber invited you to stay at her place for a bit, to have fun, she said. After a long discussion of stab movies, you two decided to watch Evil Dead whilst you ask her thoughts about your pictures you took at school.
Ever since your parents gifted you a fujifilm X100v camera on your latest birthday, you couldn't stop using it. You practically brought it everywhere and had to take a picture when there's any slight bit of a good scenery. You felt relieved and happy that you can finally photograph with proper quality because that old one you had from middle school sucked.
Amber had seen you with that godforsaken camera atleast twenty-times a week, she frequently sees you taking a photo of the sky multiple times when she was trying to find you on school grounds. Even when she found it cute, she gets a little annoyed when your attention is focused on the camera a little more than her these few days. So she decided to invite your over and have her fun with you, she didn't realize that you would actually bring the camera too.
You and Amber have a very close friendship, she was pretty much your polar-opposite but you both found it appealing. She was a little...hostile sometimes but that didn't stop you from growing some kind of feelings for her. That implies the same with Amber.
Now you're sitting on her couch, scrolling through pictures as the movie plays in the background along with Amber glancing at you often to see if you're even paying attention. You were, not really, you seem to love checking in your precious camera and barely giving any mind towards the movie or her. She would laugh at the thought of her being jealous of a stupid device, which she was.
She respects your love for photographing but now she's kinda irritated at you spending the last few days taking pictures instead of hanging out with her.
"(Y/N), that's the same picture as the last one," Amber replies, squinting at the apparently interesting looking tree to your eyes "how many times are you gonna show me the same tree in a different angle?" She utters.
"Hey! Don't be a mean, it's necessary..." You turn away from her and set the camera on your lap while switching to another photo. You gingerly sit back and lift the device for a better view.
"You know what? I won't annoy you with my camera anymore, okay? I'll just have to delete some pics and I promise i'll watch the movie with you" You hear Amber scoff at your words while she slumps in her seat. She sits with her head against the couch back, staring into the ceiling, seething with annoyance and debating whether to toss your camera out the window or not. Of course, she couldn't do it because you're most likely to kill her if she did.
She tilts her head and sees you still absorbed in your camera. She continues to stare at you until you notice the intimate look on her face. You raise your eyebrow and glance back to the small screen on your hands as you edit out your pictures.
You still feel her eyes deeply staring at your figure, you glance at her and she was still looking at you but this time with a smirk.
"What're you smiling at?" You ask. She was momentarily quiet until she answered your very so obvious question.
"You"
"Why are you smiling at me?" She laughs at the question you had thrown at her, she leans in with her head resting on her hand this time and smile sweetly.
"C'mon, i'm just waiting for you to finish. Besides, you look cute like that, when you're focused I mean" Her voice was low and sweet but you can hear some kind of sensual to it. You brushed it off and ignore her compliment, thinking she was joking.
She notices you ignoring her and decides to get up and go the kitchen, once again you payed no mind and not even a minute later, Amber comes back.
Even if you always ignore that kind of behaivour from her, there's a thought in the back of your mind that tells you she was being genuine. You always notice her longing stares, sweetly-sickening smiles and unexpected softness towards you. You didn't respond to her flirty attitude, though you had to admit, you secretly observe her from a far multiple times as well.
You two were just close friends you thought, it means nothing. You always decline the possibilites because you would not believe that. You had a small dare for yourself, to test, you look at amber's sitting figure and of course along with her gazing at you.
"Okay, what about this one?" You pick the camera and showed Amber your selfie. It was a simple selfie, you took it because why not? Well that simple selfie got Amber staring at it intensely, she observes every feature of you in the photo. She smirks and gives a low whistle.
"That's a good picture right there" she smirks, in her case, she didn't mean the quality or scenery, she was referring to you.
"Really? You seem to like staring at this picture of me very much" You joke.
"Because I do," Amber smiles and starts to play with her hair as if to tease you "You're attractive."
You squint at her and smile a bit while leaning back in your seat, the camera on your lap is now long forgotten, you finally had your attention on Amber completely. You cautiously lick your lips and maintain a stoic face.
"You're enjoying this huh?" Amber shifts at her seat and sits back in a similar position as yours "I won't lie, I am" she says with a wink, she continues to play with her hair. Her smile turns into a smirk and her look becomes seductive.
You stare at her gaze, stoically until you notice a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table along with two glasses. You eyed it and asked yourself why you hadn't notice that before.
"Is that...whiskey?" Amber smiles and grabs the bottle "Yeah, you want me to pour you a shot?" She pours herself a shot and you gingerly gaze at it.
"Amber, we're underage" you shot her a look, indicating that you two can't do this. Amber merely laughs and leans back with a glass in her hand.
"Since when do we follow the rules?" She pours into your presumed glass "We're young and having fun." She says with a smirk. You were about to sass her but your words got stuck in your throat when Amber gives you that same sensual gaze.
You eyed the glass and let out a breath of defeat "Fine, just a sip" you accept the glass, you didn't know why you did that, why did you condone to this?
You take the glass while keeping a close-eye on Amber trying to see her reaction. You cautiouslly take a small sip and let out a disgusted face "Ugh.." you hear Amber giggle.
"Yeah, it sucks. Here's a tip, chase it with a soft drink or something," She swirls her glass, making sure the whiskey stays as mixed as possible "I have some coke with me for that purpose."
You scoff, you feel like you just commited a crime or something. You take a coke and drank it, you feel a bit better but the taste of whiskey is still there. Staring back at Amber you start questioning why the hell you drank whiskey, did she have some kind of trance on you? She certainly was charming you with her eyes and it had a good affect on you.
"You know, there are other things to stare at" you remark but your voice sounded a bit flushed, your stoic composure was starting to break.
"I know but I like looking at you" She says with a soft smile "I wanted to hang out with you, you know?" She takes her shot before chasing it with coke.
"Well you are, and my attention is fully on you" you scoff while folding your arms "all because of your annoyingly charming stare."
Amber smiles "so, my staring is really affecting you" her voice laces with pride. You remain silent as she pours herself another shot and takes it but not without gazing you with a provocative expression.
Not knowing what to do, you finish your shot and chasing it down with coke. You frown and wipe your mouth, finishing that shot was purely out of nervousness and now you start to have a warm sensation in your body.
Amber chuckles at your expression, another one of her intimate smile takes over her face before it turns into the softest one she has given yet. She moves her hand to the side, as if to motion for you to move closer.
You did by what she silently requested, shuffling closer to amber's side "I had enough now" you sigh.
Amber leans in closer after she puts her arm around the back couch behind your head. She smiles at you before giving you a small kiss on the cheek. She then looks directly into your eyes that were widen and a blush appearing on your cheeks, she smirks.
"What? Did you like that?" You were completely flushed and caught off guard. You didn't expect her to do that, your warm sensation inside starts to bloom. Your attempt to compose yourself is failing and you start to fidget with your hands.
"I....don't know what game you're playing here.." you said meekly, Amber raises her eyebrows and gives you a grin.
"Game? Is that what you think?" She laughs "Well, maybe you're right. Look at you, you're red and getting all shy" She whispers in a low tone "Is it the whiskey or....is it me?" Her voice sends you a shiver down your spine, never, you had ever felt like this before. You feel as if Amber had cornered you into a wall and all you couldn't do anything. She has really taken a toll on you.
"I wanna kiss you again, do you want me to?" She whispers in a soft tone, leaning in with her face close to yours. You breathe a bit heavily before inhaling and exhaling, the warmth is really taking over you and you were sure it was caused by both the whiskey and Amber.
With half-lidded eyes, you faintly whisper.
"Yes.."
Amber closes the distance and placing her soft lips on yours. It was slow and tempting, you grab onto her shoulders as she pushes you back a bit. You broke apart and she stares at you with loving-eyes.
"How was that?" She asked. You hum and look away shyly. She grins at your shy form "Was that...your first kiss?" Amber seems to be trying to tease you.
You glance at her shyly before nodding, she cackles and pulls you closer, wrapping her arm around you "y'know, you're even cuter when you're act all shy," she purrs as she pours herself another shot "do you like this? Did you like it when i kissed you?" She takes the shot before eyeing you in a manner you're too flushed too describe.
"...I..." you mumbled and then procced to look down.
"I know that you want me baby" Amber breathes into your ear, she then kisses the side of your neck, it made you squeak and blush even more. She whispers, her voice taunting "you like that?" She gives the familiar look she has been giving you since meeting her, pure seduction in her eyes.
"Y-You!" you stutter while flustered and bit your lip.
"I'll take that as a yes," she chuckles and bites her lips as well "god..baby you're so fucking cute" she whispers as she pull you even closer, slipping you onto her lap. You feel the warmth inside of you thriving strongly.
"Do you know what the best part of this is?" You shake your head, a little lost. She travels her hands towards your hips and rest on it.
"Despite the fact that you have never done anything like this before and yet you take every bit of touch i give you makes everything even better," she bites her bottom lip and whispers "It makes you ten-times more fucking hot." she says lowly with a dark expression before she brings you into a passionate kiss, you let out a muffled whimper against her lips as you slowly start to give into her.
As your hands wander onto her hair, grasping it, the warm feeling inside finally takes over you and making you yearn for her even more than before. This game of flirting and love you two had played meets Amber's satisfaction. Even when you lost, you feel very much pleased when she has you vulnerable in her eyes.
A/N: some of this was based on a convo from me and amber in character.ai she did something that made me run laps around the house but that isn't included here. I sincerely apologize if there was any misspellings or improper grammar, I don't write often lol plus english isn't my native language 🙏 also sorry if amber is ooc. I hope you enjoyed this ♡♡♡♡ please reblog, like and comment it would be much appreaciated ♡♡♡😊
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hey is it alright if I send a request? Maybe comforting the reader when they are sad and feel inadequate and lonely? I don’t mind who you want to write for I just wanted to ask because I’m really struggling atm
Helloooo! I'm sorry you are feeling down. I also have been feeling down for a while, so this kind of took me some time to write. I didn't really know what to say to make myself feel better let alone someone else...but Vass just has a way of cheering people up I think ^_^
Drider (Vass) x gender neutral reader
Word Count: 1.2k
W: hurt/comfort fluff, little bit of angst and bathtime, sfw drider fluff
“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” Vass asked, looking down at you.
You weren’t your usual cheerful self, bouncing around his nest on the spongy floor as you worked on the little assignments he gave you to help him out with his business.
You sniffled and Vass gasped, scooping you up in his arms.
“Dumpling,” he murmured, pushing your tear streaked face up to his, “tell me what’s going on…”
You nodded to the mess you’d made on the floor. While working with the dyes you’d spilled the wrong color and then slipped in it, turning you and a whole pile of six beautiful shirts that were supposed to be red, blue. There was no way that was coming out and it was all uneven. You couldn’t save any of it, not to mention the blotchy blue streaks covering your feet and legs. You’d be dyed for weeks.
“I can’t do anything right,” you mumbled, lowering your head, “I just mess everything up.”
“(Y/N),” he cooed, trying to give you an encouraging smile, “you just made a mistake. I’m glad you didn’t hurt yourself falling but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”
Your eyes filled with tears.
“No,” you murmured, “I’m just a fuck up. I always ruin everything. That’s why they made me a trapper and wouldn’t let me back in the village. I was always knocking things over and breaking things. It’s like…I have a curse or something.”
On the word curse you let out a high pitched sob and tears tumbled from your cheeks.
“I’m cringe,” you wailed.
Vass tried not to laugh.
“Cringe?” he asked.
You nodded through your tears.
“My whole life is just cringe. Everyone else makes a mistake once in a while, but I can’t walk two feet without breaking something or knocking it over or saying something stupid.”
Vass clucked.
“I’ve never heard you say anything stupid, (Y/N)” he assured you.
You trembled in his arms.
“You don’t understand,” you sniffled, “you haven’t known me long enough. Once I told the chief of the village in front of the whole assembly that he “rode me too hard” and everyone laughed. I was always saying stupid stuff like that. I was the laughing stock of the whole village. I’m just…cringe…nothing comes out right. I can’t ever do anything right. It was better when I couldn’t speak at all. I just suck.”
You dissolved into your own pity party of tears and Vass sighed, pulling you to his chest, tucking you under his chin while he carried you to the bathroom. He didn’t speak or try to console you while he undressed you and then slid into the water with you. Sitting you on the little ledge of the large pool he carefully scrubbed the excess dye off of your feet.
It didn’t come off completely, but you were no longer dripping with it.
“You wanna know how my dad died?” Vass asked suddenly.
You blinked at him through your tears. It wasn’t the sort of thing you could say “no” to, despite how caught up you were in your own misery so you nodded.
“He was unabashedly a bastard,” he announced with a chuckle.
You blinked.
“What?” you asked.
Vass’s eight eyes flicked up to you and he nodded.
“He was. He was mean, drank too much and got meaner. He used to walk around the castle showing his dick to anyone he could catch just to prove how big it was and trust me it wasn’t that big. He almost bankrupted us on multiple occasions, almost dragged us into war by sleeping with the King of Verunia’s wife, and wrote really, really, really bad poetry about all of it, which he insisted our papers publish. He even wrote and forced the court to cast in movies he produced about his exploits, always painting himself as the hero.
“He died in a prison cell in Verunia, not from execution, but because he tried to eat a rat and contracted some kind of plague that gave him diarrhea. Can you imagine? The King of our land dying from trying to gnaw on a rat? The papers all published that he shit himself to death. The King. He was cringe, but you know what? The asshole had the most confidence of anyone I’ve ever met. It’s not fair.”
Your mouth fell open a little at his story.
“What’s not fair?”
He chuckled.
“That you’re in my bathtub crying over being the cutest little thing on the planet and he…spent his whole life informing anyone who would listen of what he thought were his many endearing attributes. I mean…anyone else would have been embarrassed, but not him. He held his head high every day of his life and I imagine he died with his head just as high.”
He shook his head.
“It’s not that you’re cringe,” he sighed, “it’s that the world doesn’t work right. The best people question themselves endlessly while the worst breeze through life like nothing around them matters. It should be the other way around.”
He gave you a small lopsided smile.
“You could spill a thousand vats of dye and you’d never be as cringe as my dad,” he said, “if you want more proof I’ll show you some of his poetry.”
You looked at him and blinked before a little giggle wormed its way past your lips.
“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I shouldn’t laugh.”
He shrugged.
“It’s funny now,” he said, “but I can’t in good conscience let you sit here and beat yourself up and that’s what you’re doing. You’ve cornered yourself and now you are beating yourself down with your words. So you say silly things sometimes and you’re a little clumsy? You’ve never tried to hurt anyone. You’re kind to me and everyone else you’ve met.”
He chuckled.
“You try not to step on ants,” he said, brushing your cheek with his fingertips, “If that’s your brand of cringe then I will happily be cringe with you. You can be cringe all day and I’m just going to think you’re cute.”
You pouted.
“It’s not cute,” you said, crossing your arms.
He smirked at your defiance.
“I’m not allowed to think you’re cute anymore?” he fake pouted back at you with his handsome face, “dunno if I can do that.”
He pinched your blue toes.
“You’ve got cute little toes…”
Then he pinched your knees.
“Cute little knees…”
His fingers traveled up to your soft belly.
“Cute little belly…”
He gathered your hands in his and pulled them to his lips.
“Ten cute little fingers…”
His eyes focused on your lips and he bent down and pressed his mouth gently against yours.
“And a perfect, cute little mouth,” he purred into your lips.
You were too flustered to feel very upset anymore and your cheeks bloomed with heat. He pulled you into his arms and rested his head on your shoulder so you felt the heat of his breath on your neck.
“So stop beating up my cute little mate,” he said quietly, “I love you and I’ll fight you if I have to.”
You giggled at that.
“You’re gonna fight me?” you asked.
He nodded into your neck.
“I’ll fight anyone who tries to hurt my mate, even you,” he assured you.
You giggled a bit and leaned your head back into his chest.
“Well you’re a lot bigger and stronger than me,” you sighed, “I guess I have no choice but to surrender.”
He hummed happily in victory. You still felt a little cringe and maybe a little silly for even being upset to start with but tucked in Vass’s arms you felt like it might be okay anyway.
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Dude where's my submarine? Part 1 of Isekaied Law X Female Reader
AN- This will be a multiple part series. I should have the second part up by Sunday night. This was a change of pace from my normal writing so I hope you all enjoy :)
Masterlist
Part 2- Here
Part 3- Here
Word Count 4.8K, Lightly edited
Summary- A familiar man finds himself in your strange land, so what do you do? Give him unrestricted access to the internet, hope for the best and pray he doesn't see your AO3.
Warnings~ Mentions of being sick, Light cursing, Suggestive content, Angst, Fluff, Modern World AU, Y/N is a huge simp for Law and has a hard time hiding it
“I am so sick of being sick.” You groan out before blowing your nose into a tissue. “If this keeps up my nose is going to fall off.” You throw the used tissue into your bedside trash can that was home to a million more just like it.
You’ve been sick for the past week and no matter what medicine you’ve taken nothing is helping you get better. At this point you'd do just about anything to be able to breathe out of both nostrils again.
You look over at your alarm clock through your glassy eyes and see the glowing red numbers. Crap, it's already midnight?
The familiar sound of your text tone fills the silent room. Who's messaging me this late at night? After unlocking your phone you see a text from an unknown number saying. “What do you wish for?”
After looking at it for a few moments you chose to ignore it thinking It’s some type of scam. You lean over to plug your phone to its charger, causing the screen to light up. A smile forms on your lips seeing the familiar fictional man you simp for as your wallpaper, Trafalgar Law. A thought crosses your mind. If I could make a wish……
“I wish you were here Law, I bet you could help me get better in no time.” You laugh at yourself as soon as the words left your dry lips. “I sound crazy, but i guess It was worth a shot. I should probably go to a real life doctor tomorrow.” You turn onto your side and curl up next to a pillow before closing your eyes.
Thump
The unprompted noise causes your body to tense up. It almost sounded like someone or something fell. Slowly, you turn around on the bed and look into the pitch black area where the sound came from.
Thump
“What the….” Your racing heart stops in your chest hearing a man's voice followed by an irritated grunt.
“Who’s there?!” You grab your phone off the bedside table and turn the flashlight on while getting into a defensive position. “No way.” Your eyes nearly fall out of socket. In the middle of your room, clear as day, was a very realistic looking Law. I have to be hallucinating. You blink a few times, but he was still there, giving you a confused look. “LAW?!” Your legs give out thanks to the cocktail of shock and adrenaline , causing you to fall into the floor a few feet away from him.
“Where am I and who the hell are you?” He quickly stood up from the floor and held the handle of his sword like he was going to attack. “I’d answer quickly if I were you.” His golden eyes were sharp and serious.
“No need for that!” You stick your hands up showing you have no weapon. “Trust me when I say I’m not stupid enough to fight you. Nor would I anyways.” You can’t help but smile like an idiot, completely enthralled at the fact he was in your room. “You're like my favorite character Law!” You cringe at yourself the second the words left your mouth. Be cool Y/N, be cool.
“Favorite character?” He removes his hand from the sword and surveys the unfamiliar room. “Care to explain what is going on?” You stand up from the floor and turn the bedside lamp on.
“Well if I’m being honest, I’m not so sure myself.” With the room better illuminated, you get a good look at Law. He was wearing his signature post time skip hat, dotted jeans and a hoodie with his jolly Roger on it. I don’t think I’ve seen that one before. “For starters, you are currently in a different world.” You watch as Law’s brows furrow in confusion. “What I'm about to tell you may be alot to take in, so you may want to sit down.” You motion towards an empty spot on your bed. “My name is Y/N by the way, Y/N L/N.”
“I’d introduce myself, but it seems you already know me.” Law props his sword up against your bedpost before sitting down. “Go on.”
He follows along as you summarize your world to him and how you know who he is.
“So in your world I’m from a book series and tv show called ‘One piece’.” You nod your head. “ And in this world there is no ‘one piece’, devil fruit abilities, or pirates?”
“Well there are pirates, but they aren’t a big threat like they were in the 1700’s. That was this world's golden era of piracy. Right now the year here is 2023, so it was a long long time ago.”
“I see.” Law props his chin up on his hand. “So what did you mean when you said I was your favorite character?” You give him a nervous smile.
“Oh well you see. I just think you're really cool.” The complement causes a smirk to form on his lips. “Let me show you something.” You jump up from the bed and walk over to your closet. You dig around until you find what you were looking for. “Tadah.” You turn around to reveal the replica of Law's hat placed on your head “ROOM……..SHAMBLES “ You do the hand movements for his attacks. “Pretty impressive huh?” I look like a dork.
“Yeah, good job.” Law deadpans. “My turn.. ROOM.” The air in your room grows dense as the blue film spreads across your bedroom. “SHAMBLES.” You felt the hat on your head shift before it transferred into Law's hand, meaning the one you wore now was the real thing.
“Yours is a lot better quality than mine. But it’s the real thing so that makes sense.” You hold the hat and study its fine details. “And it’s a lot fluffier.”
“Oh yeah?” He took the lesser version of his hat off and spun it around in his hand. “Yeah this one is pretty crappy.” “SHAMBLES.” The knockoff hat was sadly transferred back into your hands. You place it back in your closet before sitting back down on the bed.
“I know you just met me and I’m sure you're overwhelmed right now, but can I ask a favor of you?” To your surprise Law nods his head. “I’ve been sick for the past week and I feel like crap. I’ve taken every medicine under the sun and I’m still not better. Do you think you can help?”
“I figured you were from the sound of your voice. I should be able to.” Law got off the bed and pulled his sword out. “Lay back.” If only that was in a different context. You lay down and watch as his sword waves over your body. “SCAN.”
“Did you see anything?” Law nods before putting his sword down.
“It’s right here.” Law places two fingers on a spot above your chest. The gesture causes your heart to flutter. “You have a virus of some kind. I’m not familiar with it, but I can take it out.” You feel blood rush towards your cheeks as his fingers brush against your skin. “Do you trust me Y/N?” He said my name!
“I do.” You nod confirming.
“Good. It may hurt for a moment. Just close your eyes, and it will be over before you know it.” Law's voice was smooth and calming. You slam your eyes shut and felt a sharp pain, but it was gone just as quick as it came. “Done. You will still have some drainage for a few days, but the virus itself is gone.” He places his sword back into its sheath and props it back up against your bedpost.
“Strangely enough I already feel a little better, thank you.” You weren't lying either. The heaviness in your chest was gone and the pressure behind your eyes was dwindling away. “So...” Law hums to let you know he was listening. “I’m not really sure how you got here, and I’m not really sure how to get you back if I’m being honest. I’m still having a hard time believing you're actually here.”
“Yeah. It’s pretty strange.” Law takes his hat off and leans back on the bed. “One minute I was walking around the submarine and the next minute I had some weird girl asking for favors and copying my moves.” You gasp at his audacity.
“Is that so? Well this ‘weird girl’, is the only person you have in this strange world you’ve found yourself in, so maybe you should be nicer.” You cross your arms over your chest defensively.
“You know I did just heal you.” He says in a matter of fact tone. “Was that not nice enough for you?”
“No, it was very nice. But…” You grab your nearest squishmallow and chuck into Law’s face. “What kind of doctor calls his patient a ‘weird girl’.”
“What kind of patient throws a..?” Law grabs the stuffed animal and examines it. You watch as a small grin forms on his lips after giving the plush a small squeeze.
“They are called squishmallows.” You point over to a shelf that’s filled with them. “I really like them as you can see.”
“I won't lie... It's kinda ugly."
“He is not ugly!” You grab the squish from his hands and hold it against you like a child. “Instead of putting my son on blast, how about we talk about the elephant in the room.”You take a deep breath and lean against the head of your bed. Having Law here was a dream come true, but at the same time you knew he needed to go back. “Tomorrow I’ll try to figure out a way to get you back to the one piece world. I’m sure Bepo and the rest of the crew miss you.” You stood up from the bed prompting Law to follow. “In the meantime, let me give you the grand tour of my place and I’ll show you where you can sleep.”
“Lead the way.”
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“So this is my kitchen.” You show him all of your snack cabinets. “I don’t have a whole lot right now, but I’ll go shopping in the morning.” You trail off as you rummage around cabinets. “I know you hate bread, but you like grilled fish and rice balls…”
“You even know that?” Law cocks his head to the side.
“Of course I do!” As much as you want to tell him everything you know about him, you also don’t want to overwhelm the poor guy with fun facts about himself.
“Well Y/N. What’s your favorite and least favorite food?” His question catches you off guard. He wants to know?
“My favorite food is (F/F), and my least favorite is (L/F).” You make a gag sound at the mention of your least favorite food. “It’s so gross.”
“Now we are even.” You blush seeing the small smirk on his handsome face.
“I guess so.” You smile nervously. “So anyways, on to the next room."
~~~~
“You can sleep in here. It's my spare bedroom/office area.” You open the door and flip the light on, revealing the bed, computer desk and two large bookshelves filled with anime figurines. “Oh and those are here too, haha.” Please don’t walk over there.
“Thank you.” Much to your horror the pirate waltz straight over to the shelves. He picks up the figure of his pre timeskip self. “How interesting. These are pretty accurate.” He places it back on the shelf before reaching for another. “I’ll be damned.” Oh no, it’s that one. “I really am your favorite character aren’t I?” His coy smirk never faltered as he held up the shirtless figure of himself.
You turn your head away, hiding the embarrassment written all over your face. “I think that’s enough boosting your ego for one night.” You look over at the wall clock in the room and see it’s almost 2AM. I need sleep. “There is a bathroom connected to the room over there and if you need anything let me know. Goodnight Law.” You ran out of the room and to the safety of your own. How am I going to survive this?
~~~~
The next morning you woke up feeling alot better. The soreness in your muscles went away and the fatigue you felt was replaced with energy all thanks to Law.
“Wait..Was that real or did I hallucinate?” You get out of bed and walk towards your spare room. The door was cracked open just enough for you to peak inside. Shockingly you see Law standing up in the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. So it wasn’t some fever dream, he really is here. You watch as droplets of water fall from his dark hair and down his tone, tattooed back. It was mesmerizing to say the least.
But what you couldn't figure out was what he was looking at. You adjust your angle and notice what he was holding. A pang of sadness jolts in your chest, he was holding your Corazon figure.
“Is spying on someone a custom here in your world Y/N?” You freeze up thanks to him calling you out. Law puts the figure back onto the shelf and walks over to the door that he surprisingly opens all the way.
“No it’s not like that. I was just getting ready to go out and wanted to see what all you need?” Your eyes give him one rundown before you close them and look away.
“Sure that's what it was.” The familiar smell of your strawberry shampoo invades your nostrils as he leans in closer. “So tell me Y/N?” His voice was right up against your ear. “Do you prefer the real thing or the figure?” Your brain hotwires at his words.
“Unless you want me to bring back nothing but bread, I’d suggest you stop teasing me.” You take a few steps back to create some distance. I’m so not enjoying this. “I’m going to go make some breakfast before I go. Come down when you're ready.” You walk away and turn back around to get one more glance, only for him to be staring right back at you. He gave you a small smirk before shutting the door.
~~~~
“Here you go.” You give the now fully clothed Law a pen and notepad. "If you don't mind, make me a list of things you need."
“Okay.” Law sat down at the kitchen table and started to jot stuff down. “I’m not sure how sizing in this world works, so I’m just going to put my measurements down.”
“That works for me.” You grab a spatula from a drawer and close it with your hip. “I may be out for a while at the store, but I want to show you something before I leave.” Carefully you use the spatula to transfer a fried egg to a plate and paired it with some fresh cut fruit. “Breakfast is served.”
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“This is what we call a laptop. It is a device we use for multiple things, but what I want to show you is a magical but equally horrifying thing called the internet.” You place the laptop on the kitchen table “The internet is a huge database filled with all the knowledge and information you can think of.” Law leans in closer to watch you navigate the strange device. “I’ll show you the basics. First let's start off with google. It is a search engine and you can ask just about anything. For example.” You type in 'Trafalgar Law One Piece' and it pulls up his character info page.
“So that’s how you know so much about me?” He reads over the screen with an interested look on his face. “Interesting.”
“Yeah. But there is a lot more to the internet.” You click away from the page and pull up youtube. “This is where you can watch different videos. Anything from music, tv show clips, documentaries and even surgeries. You can watch it all here!” You find one of the one piece openings and play it for him. “I don’t know if I told you this or not, but Luffy is the main character.”
“Straw-hat? That figures.” He rolls his eyes and judging by his tone…..
“Are you jealous that it’s not you?” After all the teasing he’s inflicted on you, it’s time the doctor tasted his own medicine.
“No!”
“Yes you are~”
“I am NOT.”
“Are too~”
“ROOM.” The blue film engulfs your kitchen. “So remind me who’s jealous?” The devilish smirk on Law's face sent a chill down your spine.
“Certainly not you.” You stand up from the chair and inch your way to the front door. I’d rather not die today. “I guess I’ll get going, try not to miss me too much emo boy.” You grab your keys and purse before you run out the door, leaving a very confused Law behind.
The first thing Law googled by himself was “What does it mean to be an emo boy?”
~~~~
As you shop around the store you look over the list of things Law wanted. He didn’t ask for much besides clothes and a few necessities. You go to the mens clothing section and pick out a few button ups, t-shirts and some jeans. The colors and style you pick seem to match his typical color pallet and aesthetic.
You wander down the book sections of the store and come across a book titled “How to shift into a different universe.” You glance through the pages without finding any clues or hints. How did he end up here? How was it even possible? How can I help him get back? Will he ever be able to go back? Your thoughts swirl around as you think of last night. What was I doing before he showed up?
“Wait.. the text message!” You blurt out in the middle of an aisle, earning a few awkward glances from fellow customers. You mouth a “Sorry” before scurrying away with the shopping cart. For now you decide to focus on the task at hand to avoid embarrassing yourself any further. You grab the rest of his requested items and a few extra things to keep him occupied until you figure something out.
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“Law I’m home!” You kick the door open and walk into the kitchen with the grocery bags. “Want to come see what I got you.” You yell out.
“No need to yell, I’m right here.” Law pokes your shoulder causing you to yelp out. When did he get in here?
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack??” An amused chuckle leaves his lips as you slam a hand over your racing heart. “Anyways, I got you a few extra things besides what was on the list...” You pull out a mens body wash and shampoo. “I doubt you're enjoying smelling like a field of strawberries.”
“I appreciate it..” Law grabs the bottle and smells it. “I like this, but.” He looks at the label on the bottle with confusion written on his face. “Why is it called bear fighting in a snowy tundra?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.” You shrug and Law does too. “Welcome to my universe, Law.”
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“So the internet…” The look on Law’s face can only be described with one word. Disturbed. Oh no. “I found some very interesting things. But what stood out the most was the things you’ve googled.” You clear your throat realizing you made a rookie mistake. I didn’t delete my history before I gave him the computer. You were sweating bullets at this point. “My favorite was “Law one piece smut”, that was quite interesting~”
“Not another word from you.” You turn away from him and grab your chest in relief. At Least it wasn’t worse like ‘Law rule 34’.
“I also saw you googled ‘things to do when you feel lonely.” The playful mood in the room dies and is replaced by an awkward silence.
“Way to kill the vibes Law.” You deadpan. “But yeah I did, what about it?”
“I’ve not seen any other people here besides us, so I take you live by yourself?” You nod. “Don’t you have any family or friends?” His question opens up an old wound that you never wanted to revisit.
“Well no, not really.” Saying that stung. At one point in your life you had both, but as you grew up people grew apart. “In this universe it's normal for family and friends to grow apart. But it’s okay.”
“I don’t mean to pry, but it clearly is not okay If you look something like that up.” You know he’s right, but there’s not much you can do about it. “Doesn't it make you sad?” You go silent, unsure how to answer. “You don’t have to answer that, I apologize for overstepping.”
“No, it’s fine. But to answer that, yeah, sometimes it does make me sad.” You smile thinking of what you do when you feel down. “This is going to sound strange but when I feel sad or lonely I like to watch one piece.”
“Does it comfort you somehow?”
“It does and I know how Silly it sounds.” You let out a nervous laugh. I need to change the subject. “Anyways, do you want to watch a few episodes with me? I’m sure you're curious.”
“Sure.” Law smiles
~~~
You flip on the T.V and pull up one piece. Scrolling through the hundreds of episodes you decided to watch the Sabaody archipelago arc considering it was when Law was first introduced.
“This is very strange.” Law watches the screen while scratching his goatee. “I remember that.” Law smirks, seeing himself cut up a group of marines.
“That is one of my favorite moments.” You couldn't help but laugh. “You were such a menace pre time skip.”
“You say that like I’m not currently a menace…. “ROOM.” The blue film fills the living room. “SHAMBLES” The fuzzy blanket you were curled up with is replaced with a piece of lint. You look over and see the blanket now covering Law. “I hope you don’t mind if I take this.”
“Give me that back!” You try to pull the blanket back over but Law overpowers you. “You're such a brat.”
"First I'm a emo boy, now I'm a brat!?” You smile triumphantly seeing how his face has offended written all over it. “That’s no way to talk to your favorite character Y/N.” Time to hit him where it hurts.
“I think I changed my mind. I think Kid may take your place.” You hear a quiet, but audible gasp come from Law.
“I’ll believe that when you show me a shirtless figure of him.” He recovers quickly with a wink before turning his attention back to the tv. I can't win with this guy.
You both watch the show in a comfortable silence. Every now and then Law would point something out or add in something about a scene. You smile watching as his tattoo hands move explaining something to you. Despite Law being a little despicable, you were enjoying the comfort that came with being around him.
After hours of watching your eyes became heavy. For a few minutes you fight it wanting to stay up with Law, but you lose the battle and succumb to a much need rest.
~~~~
Law found it hilarious watching you fight the urge to fall asleep. He was about to tease until he noticed you were lightly snoring. So she fell asleep? His brow raises seeing the uncomfortable position you were in. Your head was leaned on the back of the couch and it looked like your neck was going to snap in two. Your body must have realized this, because you shifted until your head fell against Law’s leg. He oddly enough, didn't mind. He threw the blanket he stole back on your body. You subconsciously nuzzle into his thigh causing the teeniest tiniest blush to form on his cheeks.
“Enjoy your nap, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
~~~~
A few hours later you wake up disoriented and in a strange position.
“Did you enjoy your nap?” Your head whips around to see Law above you reading one of the Modern Medicine books you got him.
“I’m sorry.” You lift up from his lap and scooch back over to your side of the couch. I was sleeping in his lap!
“You weren't bothering me.” He shuts the book and places it on the coffee table. “I’m sure you didn’t get the best sleep last night considering I showed up all of a sudden.” Wait, that’s right.
“That reminds me! I think I know why you got brought here.” You grab your phone and unlock it. “Right before you showed up I got a weird text on my phone.”
“Text?” Law raises his brow.
“So this is my cell phone.” You grab your phone and hold it up. “It is this world’s equivalent to a transponder snail. You can call, video, take pictures and receive/send written messages on it.”
“How convenient.” He grabs it and sees his picture as your background. “You really are something else.” You roll your eyes.
“Stop acting like you aren’t eating it up.” You grab your phone and pry it out of his hands. “So back to what I was saying. That night I received a message saying ‘What do you wish for?’ I didn’t really think much about it, but I did say I wished you were here because I was sick.” You pull up the message and show it to him.
“It has something else written underneath it.” You lean in with Law to see the text.
“Wish will expire one week from now at midnight.” Your heart drops. It’s nice knowing you have more time left with him but you know this whole ordeal has to be a big inconvenience for him.“ I can't help but feel guilty. I pulled you away from your crew for my own selfish wish. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, my crew can handle themselves for a few days.” Law props his feet up on the coffee table. “This is like a vacation for me, plus I find this universe interesting. The medical knowledge here is very advanced and I’m sure there’s a lot I can learn.”
“I’m glad you see it that way.” You stand up from the couch and head towards the kitchen. “I’ll make us some dinner.”
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After reading a recipe online you made tuna filled rice balls. They ended up looking good thanks to the mold you bought that shaped them like bears. You just pray they taste good. If anything he’ll at least find them cute.
“You're no Sanji, but I’m proud of you Y/N.” You pat yourself on the back and smile seeing how adorable they turned out. “They look like Bepo.”
“They do look like him.” Law yet again sneaks up behind you, causing you to jump out of your skin.
“I’m starting to think you enjoy freaking me out.” You gave him a playful smack on the back.
“It’s becoming my favorite activity~.” He grabs one of the rice balls and takes a big bite. The look on his face was hard to read. Did he like them? “Was this your first time making them?”
“Yeah why? Are they bad?” You're mentally preparing yourself for negative feedback.
“No, they're actually really good.” He shook his head and swallowed the last bite before grabbing another one. “The rice was cooked perfectly, and the filling.. Is it tuna?”
“It is! I figured that would be a safe bet. I made sure to stay away from the umeboshi recipes.” You grab one and take a bite. They are good.
“You're a very considerate person Y/N.” Law walks over to your fridge and pulls out two bottles of water. He hands you one before sitting on the countertop. “With that being said, it’s a little unfair how much you know about me versus how little I know about you. So tell me Y/N.” You turn your attention to Law. “What makes you, you?”
“What makes me, me.. Hmm.” You lean against the countertop beside him and ponder the thought. “I’m not really sure.” Your mind went completely blank being put on the spot.
“Is that so?” Law finishes off the last rice ball and takes a drink of water. “I guess that leaves me six days to figure you out.”
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Haya bestie. Bet you can't make some head cannons with your favorite killers, who have a S/O who's a fucking feral grimlen hyped up on monster in redbull 24/7
knowing how i USED to write my gremlin requests i will try to make them not as cringe as before and will not make as many stupid pop culture references 😭 let’s hope this one is better than the others LMAO
i did already do this request for some of my other favorites so i’ll include some others i love 😈😈
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Albert Wesker:
Honestly the fact that you are even this energetic in a place like the Entity’s realm is something even he can’t understand given your position.
He also does not understand why you are so determined to bother him with all the energy you have. Does that give you the right to bother anybody else? No. You stay by him like a good little s/o.
He has no interest in humoring you. At least not intentionally. You say some weird shit? He’ll probably say something along the lines of “That’s very nice, dear” or “Yes dear, I know”.
Though he has to admit, he does like it when your spurts of energy compel you to be affectionate in some way. He doesn’t say it, but the smirk on his face tells you that he absolutely adores it when you want to bombard him with affection, given that it is the appropriate time of course.
He has to physically stop you from messing with everything in his realm. He has those set in place for a reason and he would very much like it if it was kept that way. Does that stop you from trying to take whatever you think is cool? Probably not.
“No dearest, you can’t touch that.”
“I WANT IT“
Also never admits it but your energy lightens up his life a bit more. He may seem tired of your antics, but he can’t stop himself from loving them either.
Tarhos Kovács:
He insists that does not have time for all of this energy but the way he continues to feed into your nonsense proves otherwise.
He probably wants you to stop bothering him with your antics, so he will encourage you if you insist on messing around with his devoted followers. Don’t mess around with them too much though. You are his companion! Not theirs!
Will constantly ask what you are talking about if you say something that is either slang, a reference, or some type of joke. He does not understand. What is an e girl and what are i ladies..
Tarhos doesn’t crave nor seek out affection, so he has no idea what to do when you decide that he is your next victim in your burst of energy. Should he be irritated or grateful that you are peppering his helmet with kisses? Does he want to push you away or attempt to get back to his duties while you attempt to wrap your arms all the way around him in a hug? It’s all very confusing for him but he silently appreciates the love.
Even his guards wonder why he puts up with you and even he doesn’t know. Do you have some kind of magical power that makes him attached to you no matter what you do? He has considered that theory multiple times. He’s still adjusting to having a partner and he would figure that even his cold and dark personality would scare you away. It confuses him that despite his past and motives you’re still bold enough to do such things as trying to jump on his back or even trying to wield his claymore which he does not approve of.
He can’t quite understand why he hasn’t thought about murdering you yet despite you doing things that he would consider disgusting if it were anybody else. He doesn’t bother questioning it much anymore. You make him content and that’s all that matters.
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HI!! PORTAL 2 x MINDVERSE :33
I'm so sorry for my cringe btw :((
What if I added 4 idiots to your Portal 2? :3
Summary: After Chell leaves the hospital she basically thinks over the events of Portal 1 for a week, not leaving Felix and their shared apartment, eventually Felix and Barmey get them to spill about what happened and she does, telling them about the advanced portal technology and the crazy evil sentient robot who killed the whole facility and tried to kill them so she killed her first, aaaaand they didn't believe her, thinking they probably got fired or they quit and was just embarrassed about it, with Gordon (who was overhearing) instigating the idea, in his words "if they were stupid enough to put a killer robot in charge of the whole facility they would've shit down a looong time ago". Chell is upset/annoyed that her friends (+ Gordon) don't believe them and, after a lot of pestering, agreed to show them the wreckage of Aperture Science.
Felix was the one to drive them there, they all travel deeper into the facility and Chell tries to find the remains of GLaDOS while the others explore, little did they know, they accidentally activate the party escort bots and get ambushed by multiple of em, being knocked unconscious for struggled against them and placed in statis in the Relaxation Centers, being mistaken for volunteer test subjects.
Chell Nanako (Attempt #4)
-The last one to wake up
-teams up with Wheatley to find her friends and escape
-Wheatley isn't too fond of the idea but doesn't try to sway Chell
-Chell was told she's only been asleep for 5 years
-won't admit it, but they actually have fun testing again
-They feel guilt for giving in and bring everyone to the facility, hoping they're not hurt or worse
-Grows attached to Wheatley because hes endearing to her, taking their mind off... Everything.
-plus, he's all she really has right now.
Gordon Freeman (Attempt #3)
-the 3rd to wake up, he was woken up by Wheatley who loudly knocked on his door
-Found an aperture science jumpsuit and boots in the closet
-Gordon saw how incompetent and wreckless Wheatley could be and ditched him at the first opportunity, choosing to traverse Aperture by himself
-actively avoids Wheatley
-stole a red portal gun from a tall deactivated robot
-ties his portal gun around his waist with a belt
-while traveling through what was left of Aperture, he came across the Oracle Turret, Gordon had never heard a turret speak like it did, so he took it with him, the turret helping him avoid danger while saying the vaugest and foreshadow-y things
-carries the turret on his back with a blanket
-Gordon is trying to find everyone, but his main priority is finding Felix.
Felix Freeman (Attempt #2)
-2nd to wake, Felix woke up on his own and looked around to see nature taking over his room
-Felix has no memory of who he is or where he is but he's absolutely terrified and tries to find a way out, ultimately giving up after what feels like days
-he camps out in the back rooms of Aperture, near some of the ramblings of Doug and a Chell mural
-Felix gets dresses and leaves him room, basically trying not to trip over a vine or fall in a hole.
-found a prototype portal gun in a pile of rubble, had no idea what it was and almost shot his head off
-ran into a companion cube and found it strangely comforting, he doesn't take it everywhere but comes back to it when he needs to calm down
-Felix sometimes runs into Doug Rattmans writings and secret rooms, he has no idea what they mean but it causes him to be super paranoid and suspicious of anything, getting an awful feeling about his situation
-recognizes the woman in the art, he finds them slightly comforting
Barney Calhoun (Attempt #1)
-first to wake up, Wheatley broke his door down and scared the hell outta Barney, also found vines growing around and almost grabbing his legs, ew
-was told to get dressed and he did, got a two piece jumpsuit instead of a one piece jumpsuit.
-immediately asked Wheatley what was happening and Wheatley told him they were escaping, when asked where his friends were, Wheatley, very bluntly, said "I don't know- probably dead, a lot of people died in their room, no one even told me the power went out in some rooms!" And this freaked Barney out, refusing to believe his friends were all dead
-this lead to Barney leaving Wheatley to find someone, anyone. He didn't want to believe that he was all alone in this
-he tied his jacket around his neck like a cape as a way to comfort himself
-found a blue portal gun from a small deactivated robot
-heard a small almost soft voice greet him from around the corner, as he turned the corner he ran into a turret that began to open fire at him, he just barely took cover, but not before a bullet grazed and scared under his left eye
-absolutely hates turrets, thinks the innocent voice they use is cruel considering how dangerous they can be
#portal#portal 2#portal au#portal art#freemans mind#freemans mind fanart#gordon freemind#barneys mind#barmey calhoun#felixs mind#felix freeman#felix freemind#mindverse#gordon freeman#chell#chell portal#wheatley#glados#notshelbyuwu
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'My Brother's an Idiot' Blues
2012 Leo x reader
Part two to 'I've Been Tired'
Bad end: "No." and No pt.2
Good end: "Yes."
Chapter Summary: Discussions at midnight, an angry ADHD kid who somehow ends up the temporary family therapist while he wards off his violent urges, tough choices, platonic Raph & reader, and sleep deprived turtles.
...All in all, it was very fun to write.
***
Raph punched a wall.
Leonardo was an idiot.
Raph groaned, stomping on the ground.
“Why is the guy so obsessed with hanging out with The Shredder’s daughter who’s tried killing us multiple times?! Leo’s gonna get himself hurt, and then what?! And it doesn’t help that none of them bother to listen to me ever, Spi-”
He deflated, staring at the empty tank.
“...Spike.” He mumbled, reminded of how his friend had become…Slash…and tried to kill his brothers….
Raph swallowed, clenching his fists tighter.
“You okay, Leo?’ Said Donnie from down the tunnels, in the living room.
Raph felt like screaming. They were comforting him, as if he hadn’t just gone off and risked his life for the millionth time! But when Raph did impulsive stuff, they just laughed or got mad! This wasn’t fair!
Raph punched his pillow, biting down the impulse to break something, and physically biting his mask tails.
‘Calming down’ was clearly not working, he decided as he spat out his even-more-torn-now-mask tails. …Time to go topside.
Leaving the lair really did do wonders for clearing his head, he noted as he shoved the manhole cover up and emerged into the alleyway. The air was warmer and fresher, and-
“Ah!” He yelped, jumping back.
Someone had just thrown a rock at him?!
There was a clattering sound from the fire escape, as if someone was jumping up from a seat.
“Shit-”
Oh great, it was Leo’s crush. Of course you were the one throwing rocks at him.
“(Y/N), seriously?!” Raph growled, glaring up at where you were perched on the fire escape.
“Sorry Raphael.” You said, cringing as you looked down towards him. Admittedly you did genuinely look sorry, with tears in your eyes and regret written all over your face…and Raph doubted it all came from your overwhelming remorse for throwing a rock at him.
Still, his arm hurt now, on top of everything else in his life, and Raph frankly didn’t care about whatever the hell your damage was.
“Why the fuck were you throwing rocks at me?!” He barked, feeling slightly silly as he craned his neck up to meet your eyes.
“Why the fuck were you in my rock’s way?” You said back, but your voice was flat and tired. The apologetic expression on your face had faded too, shifting into a bored and mildly disappointed look that Splinter wore all the time.
“Well sue me for wanting a break from my-” fucking- no, that felt too mean- “ -stupid brothers. I can’t even leave the lair without someone messing with me, apparently!” He snapped, and he picked up the rock and chucked it as hard as he could at the wall.
“Well sue me for wanting a pleasant and harmless way of relieving stress and anger.” You said, tossing another rock off the fire escape. Raph flinched as it sailed towards him, but instead of striking him, it hit the manhole cover a few feet away. He picked it up, taking in your words.
Raph tossed the rock back and forth between his hands. “Stressed and angry?” He echoed, looking up at you again.
Honestly, the idea of you being angry, of all people, felt pretty foreign. Sarcastic, sure, sassy, definitely, and even irritable…but mad?
You frowned boredly, leaning your face on your fist casually as you stared down at him. “Well, dear Raphael, why else would I be out here throwing rocks off my fire escape? Target practice?”
Raph spluttered, trying to think of a comeback. “Well- I don’t know, maybe?! How the hell am I supposed to know what humans do?!”
“...C’mon. You’ve known me since the first time you guys emerged from the depths of the sewers, you’ve picked up some things…especially if your fun new vocabulary of non-Sensei-approved-language suggests anything.” You said bluntly, and he scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“We’ve been over this already (L/N), I knew the word ‘fuck’ before I met you.” He said, crossing his arms as you looked at him condescendingly.
“Did ya Mr. ‘sewer apples’?” You teased, doing air quotes.
“...You know I’ve watched TV, right?” He said flatly.
“Ooh, Raphie’s seen PG13 films?! Gasp!” You exclaimed dramatically. He growled and chucked the rock at the fire escape.
You jumped back as the rock hit the wall a few feet away from your head, and your eyes widened as you realized you were actually riling him up.
“...Sorry, Raph.” You said finally, slumping over. “I’m mad and I’m messing with you because it distracts me from being mad.”
Raph froze. He hadn’t meant to scare you…. He coughed. “I…I shouldn’t have thrown that, huh?”
You shrugged. “Well, I guess we’re even now.”
Raph sighed, letting himself relax a bit. “Well…it worked both ways. I…was distracted too.”
“Still, you were obviously in a bad mood as it was, and I pushed ya anyways.” You said.
“Well…I guess we’re even now.” Raph offered, echoing your line.
You smiled. “Yeah?”
“...Yeah.”
“...Hey, Raph?” You said, leaning over the railing of the fire escape. “You’re mad at your brothers, I’m mad at your brother…you wanna come up here for a being-mad-at-your-brothers-popsicle? …I meant to share them with Leo, but…y’know.”
Sugar and taking something that was supposed to be Leo’s? Fuck yeah, Raph was all for it.
“...’Kay, gimme a sec’.” Raph smiled, climbing onto a dumpster to hop onto the fire escape.
***
“And then- get this- he says he’ll ‘make it up to me’ again!” You exclaimed, biting into your third popsicle.
Raph gave an affronted ‘Ha!’ sound through his popsicle, which- judging by the amount of wrappers surrounding him- was his sixth one.
“Right?! Like c’mon Nardo! Just say you don’t like me already!” You groaned.
Raph snorted, taking his popsicle out of his mouth. “Yeah right , you’re all he ever talks about aside from Karai. …And Captain Ryan, come to think of it.” He said, pausing to consider it.
(Was Leo bisexual? …Did Leo even know what it meant to be bi? Was Raph’s brother gay for a fictional character? …He’d revisit the thought later.)
You shrugged. “I’m his proverbial best friend aside from you guys. Of course he talks about me.”
Raph shook his head, trying not to give away too much of his brother’s obvious crush on you. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, princess.” Was what he finally settled on.
You raised an eyebrow. “You mean…you think he… likes me?”
Raph stuck his popsicle back into his mouth and shrugged unhelpfully.
You faltered at his lack of response, and licked your own popsicle uncertainly.
Raph sighed, leaning back onto your pillows. “Look, (Y/N). My brother is…difficult. More so to me than to you since I live with him, but still. I don’t know what he wants or why he does the things he does, but I do know that he’s a good guy, at his core. He’d never hurt you on purpose, he’s just…”
Raph tried to think of a polite way to say ‘a dumbass with a hero complex’.
“...Kind of a dumbass with a hero complex.” He finally said, a bit miffed at his failure to come up with a nicer description.
You chuckled though, and Raph felt admittedly proud of the fact that he’d made you laugh- wait no, he was being serious, why was he proud? He didn’t care what you thought!
“He is .” He insisted, but smiled despite himself. “So whatever the heck is going on with ‘Shredder: Hot teen girl edition’ is probably just…y’know. That. If it makes you feel any better, he probably doesn’t have the hots for her…especially now that she’s tried to kill us.”
(If Raph were in the mood for introspection, he could have probably related to Leo after the incident with Slash. Something about how affection for someone didn’t just vanish because of how horrible that person was, but it definitely lessened or something... But Raph didn’t like introspection, so he didn’t.)
Then a thought occurred to him, and he sat up and stared at you. “(Y/N), do you have the hots for Leo?!”
You blushed, and stubbornly stared at the quilt of your bed. “...Maybe. Maybe I do, Raph. He’s my best friend, why do you sound so surprised?”
Raph shook his head, a throb of irritation running through him for some reason. “I dunno, maybe because you’re a nice-looking human while we’re…you know, mutant turtles who scare people even when we’re saving them? Like, no offense, but what about that is attractive to you?”
You somehow blushed harder. “Gee I don’t know Raphael, do you really want me to tell you about what I find attractive in your brother?”
He wrinkled his snout and chewed on his popsicle stick. “...Well when you put it that way, hell no.”
“ Thank you.” You said with a smile of …relief and a hint of smugness.
“...So what’re you gonna do?” Asked Raph, begrudgingly curious.
You shrugged dejectedly. “I don’t know. This is hard, man. I…I like Leo a lot, but maybe I’m sick of being second best to his hero-pet-project. …Does that make me a bad person?”
“No,” Raph scoffed. If that made you a bad person, then he was a worse person- He was sick of their team coming second to Leo’s dumb forced redeeming of Princess Foot Clan, and it had taken far less than three weeks for him to snap.
Besides, you were way too cool to be a bad person. You’d given him popsicles and let him rant.
“I hope it doesn’t. I…I really don’t know what I’m gonna do, I was a total bitch to Leo though still, regardless of how much I deserved to be…” You sighed.
“Well…you have fun with that.” Raph grinned, patting you on the head patronizingly.
“Jerk.” You grinned back.
“Anyways- I’m gettin’ sick of this mushy stuff.” Raph said, straightening. “Do you have any VHS tapes to watch or somethin’?”
“Gettin’ comfortable, huh?” You challenged.
“No…! Shut up!” He squeaked. You didn’t have anything to do tonight, and Raph didn’t wanna go back to the lair! It made sense!
Now it was your turn to do the condescending head pat. “There there Raphie, I’m enjoying your company too.”
“I don’t enjoy your company that much, you’re just supplying me with- with popsicles! Do ya now how hard it is to steal frozen food? Fucking hard!” He snapped, tearing open another popsicle.
You smiled good-naturedly and pulled up your laptop.
“Alright Raphie, alright. I see where we stand now, I’m just a popsicle dealer to you.” You sighed dramatically as you popped a Mulan DVD into the media player.
He rolled his eyes but peered over your shoulder at the screen. “A princess movie? What are ya, nine?”
“Shhh. You’ll love it.” You said, patting his shell. “It’s about a girl who fights people.”
He sighed. “Fine. If it’s a musical though-”
“Leo’s reported you singing the Hamilton soundtrack in the lair, so you can’t even talk.” You grinned.
“Leo !” He hissed, clenching his fist.
***
Raph opened his eyes to a black laptop screen…right, he’d gotten tired while watching that Mulan movie with you.
His Tphone was blowing up with notifications from his brothers, which he ignored in favor of checking the time…2 AM. Fantastic.
He sat up from where he sat buried in your pillows and stuffed animals, and awkwardly tried to open the window without waking you up. You were seated with your back against the wall, slumped against the curtain, which made things a bit trickier, but Raph was literally a ninja, and he managed to get it open enough to slip out through.
He glanced around your room one final time, trying not to feel like he wasn’t supposed to be there. It was an eerie feeling, being there without you conscious. Like some secret he wasn’t supposed to see.
But he also felt guilty just leaving like that, without saying bye or anything…Leo would call that bad manners. And Raph didn’t usually care about manners, but…you’d given him popsicles. And let him vent about his brothers. And you’d even shown him an admittedly fantastic movie…
He sighed and climbed back off the bed and onto the floor, grabbing a pen from your desk.
‘Thanks’ he wrote on a piece of crumpled notebook paper, and set it on your desk. After a moment of hesitation, he also closed your laptop and set it on the bedside table.
“Okay. That’s enough of bein’ a good person for me today.” He mumbled, and finally climbed out the window onto the fire escape.
He thought about what you’d said about Leo as he slid down the ladder into the alleyway.
Raph really didn’t think Leo liked Karai, especially considering how often he’d talked about you since…day one, pretty much. It’d be as annoying as Donnie’s thing for April if it weren’t for the fact that you and Leo actually did things together- Raph had honestly been a little jealous. Not of Leo or anything like that, but of the fact that Leo and you just seemed to… get each other in a way that Raph had only dreamed of. You just… understood each other. Did Leo even know how lucky he was to have that sort of connection?!
… But then again, apparently that sentiment wasn’t as true as Raph had assumed, considering…well, everything you’d told him.
He shook his head and climbed down the sewer ladder, hopping over the turnstiles as he reached the lair.
Leo was in the living room glaring towards him, as he always was when Raph was out late. Leo liked to guilt trip him about how he’d been ‘forced to stay up and keep watch for you’ as if Raph didn’t know Leo had insomnia and would be awake at 2am regardless, and Raph liked to storm around and kick things as if Leo didn’t know Raph felt guilty. It was a fun game they played.
“Where the heck were you?” Leo said, without the usual irritation in his voice.
…Actually, upon further inspection…without the usual anything, really. Instead of a dramatic Captain Ryan-esque heroic pose, Leo sat slumped against the couch. He wasn’t even on the couch, he was just leaning on it, which looked incredibly uncomfortable considering how cold the floor was.
Not only that, but there were unfamiliar stains on his mask and arm wrappings….uh, wet marks? Tear trails, Raph realized with a pang, stepping closer.
“...You okay, brother?” He found himself asking. He wasn’t fully done being mad at Leo yet, but honestly, Raph didn’t think he could be mad at Leo right now…the guy looked so…so sad. It was kinda freaking him out.
Leo shifted, hugging a couch pillow to his plastron.
“I’m fine Raph.”
Raph frowned. “No, you’re clearly not. Ya look like someone told you that Space Heroes got cancelled.”
“It’s been completed since 1974, they can’t cancel it.” Leo said with a half smile, clearly proud of his somewhat-weak comeback.
Raph rolled his eyes and sat on the floor across from Leo, grabbing the pillow out of his hands so Leo was forced to look up. “Look I’m not good at this whole ‘reading other people’s emotions’ shit, but I know you well enough to know that if you were fine you wouldn’t be here with this…wet pillow…ew, is that snot?” He said, wrinkling his snout in disgust.
Leo snorted. “Gimme back my pillow, Raphael. That’s an order.”
“Yeah no shit! I don’t want your snotty pillow, Fearless!” Raph gagged, tossing the pillow at Leo’s face.
Leo smirked and held it to his chest again.
“Ugh…you’re proud of that, aren’t you?!” Raph said, furiously wiping his hands on the floor.
“To be fair, it was rather funny.” Leo pointed out.
“I hate you.” Raph grunted, crossing his arms. “But you’re distracting me: Are ya really this hung up over the (Y/N) thing? Like… crying hung up?”
Leo’s smile faded, and he looked away. “No…yes… Yeah.”
He sighed, hugging the pillow tighter. “Raph… Am I a bad friend?”
“Well, you screwed up, brother. But- and if you tell anyone that I told you this I’m pounding your skull in- But (Y/N) obviously likes you…a lot . So you’re doing something right, right?” Raph said with a shrug.
Leo moaned, shoving his face into the snotty pillow. “Did you talk to (Y/N) or something?!”
“...I am far too tired to decide whether or not that’s a trick question, so I’mma just say yes now. Yes, I was with (Y/N), and yes we ate popsicles and said the word ‘fuck’ multiple times.” Raph said bluntly.
Leo glanced up from the pillow. “Is (Y/N) okay?” He asked instantly. “I was such a…such a moron- Hey wait you ate my popsicles? -uh- Nope, not getting sidetracked, we’ll unpack that later- how is (Y/N) doing Raph?!”
“Fearless, if you get one single inch closer to my face, I’m burning your room down.” Raph grunted, shoving his brother back a few inches before answering. “(Y/N) is mad at you. And sad. I don’t know, it’s none of my business. You should probably talk it out or something that couples- uh I mean ‘best friends’- do. I don’t know, I’m aromantic.”
“I’m not dating (Y/N).” Leo said, rolling his eyes.
“Oh right, you just talk about how ‘awesome it is to have someone like that’ and how much you want to ‘stare into those (E/C) orbs and get lost in them’ or ‘get in a romantic fistfight’ platonically.” Raph smirked.
“I do not say that. But that's irrelevant-”
“Yeah, you do, actually.” Said a third voice. Raph looked up to see Donnie draped over the previously-empty-couch dramatically and did a double take.
“Fucking- Jeez! Breathe louder or something Don!” He sputtered.
“How long have you been there?!” Leo said, wearing a matching look of shock.
“Since Raph came out as aromantic. Congrats on that, by the way! You hear that Leo? Now the aspec-siblings are half of the team. Now we’ve just gotta bribe Mikey into joining our side and we’ll outnumber you three to one!” Donnie said with a gap-toothed grin, shooting him a thumbs up.
Raph nodded, still reeling. “God, Dee…”
“I have always thought I deserve godhood, yes.” Donnie nodded, clearly sleep deprived. “But then again, I’d miss you guys. Maybe. Maybe just on Tuesdays! Ha! Ha….ha… Good god, I need sleep, don’t I?” They laughed hysterically.
Leo narrowed his eyes. “Donnie…how many coffees did you have?”
“Hahaha…six. …Gasp , maybe I already am God!”
Raph rolled his eyes. “Yeah okay I’m gonna ignore them. Back to (Y/N). You’ve gotta apologize.”
Leo seemed to shrink further into himself as he pressed his shell to the couch again.
“Well…what if I’m too late? What if I’ve screwed up so much that (Y/N) won’t even want to be acquainted with me? What if…”
“You’re gonna kill yourself with ‘dem ‘what if’s, Leo.” Donnie said, leaning over the couch arm to stare directly into Leo’s eyes. (Which looked hilarious, and Raph wished he had a camera)
“Yeah, great advice from the guy who made a literal flow chart about his crush, Donatello. ” Leo sassed.
“Yeah! I became master of the ‘what if’s! (Ooh… God of the ‘what if’s.)" He coughed. "Anyways: As God, that method works great for me. But you’re what Mikey would call… squishy, Leonardo! Those what ifs will simply tear your mortal soul apart!” Donnie said, miming an explosion in Leo’s face.
Leo blinked at them, unimpressed. “Mikey coined the term ‘squishy’ to describe you. ”
“Ooh, I’m a god of Squishy too?!” Donnie gasped. Raph shoved them off the couch.
Donnie proceeded to simply lay on the floor, and after a few seconds it became apparent that he’d fallen asleep.
“...I need to get rid of our coffee supply, huh?” Leo said, sighing.
“I’m pretty sure he actually orders it from online Starbucks, so no dice.” Raph grunted, conveniently not mentioning that Donnie also let Raph order frappuccinos during those Starbucks-runs.
“Well, nix on that idea.”
“I’m gonna make you apologize to (Y/N) tomorrow, you know.” Raph said, looking up.
Leo nodded, squeezing his pillow one more time. “Okay.”
“...D’ya think we should just leave them on the floor?” Raph prodded Donnie’s limp body.
“Well, he’ll probably get back pain…eh, yeah, let’s leave him here.” Leo said with a shrug.
“He’s gonna hate themself tomorrow.” Raph smirked, already looking forward to it.
***
Raph was gone in the morning when you woke up, and your laptop had been closed and set on the side table. You were on top of your blankets and leaning against the wall, as you had been while watching the movie…you must’ve fallen asleep.
There was a crumpled paper on your laptop with a messy ‘Thanks’ scrawled onto it, and you smiled lightly.
You’d never really spent much time with Raph compared to his brothers, but you were pleasantly surprised by how nice it had been to hang out with him.
And- oh yeah. Leo.
Your smile faded as you remembered the problem with Leo.
What were you gonna do? …Apologize? No, you shouldn’t have to apologize, you hadn’t done anything wrong, really…
You could go talk to him, maybe.
What did you even want from Leo, anyways? Sure you liked him, but your feelings were hurt. Did you even want to hang out with him right now?
Maybe you needed a break. April had taken a break, so what was stopping you?
Guilt, maybe… You mused as you plugged your laptop in and scrolled through your notifications mindlessly.
And you didn’t want to take a break from Mikey, Donnie, and Raph. Sure Leo was your self appointed best friend, but the others were great too. And you’d finally hung out with Raph, and you didn’t want to throw all that progress down the drain…
Was it petty though for you to want to not hang out with Leo?
He clearly didn’t want to hang out with you- no, but Raph said that Leo did want to hang out with you.
Raph had also said something about how he and his brothers ‘weren’t exactly attractive by human standards’…was Leo insecure or something? Why would he be insecure? He was a badass ninja who saved people, he had like, nothing to be insecure about.
You exhaled in frustration, wishing someone would just- make the decision for you-
There was a thud, and you jumped and stared out the window.
A rock.
You sighed and shoved the window open to see which turtle it was, hoping for Leo but also dreading Leo-
“Sup (Y/N).” Said Raph, waving up from the alley below..
“Hey Raph!” You said, feeling both relieved and disappointed. Until you noticed the figure behind him in the shadows. Leo.
Nice.
“Um…hi?” Said Leo weakly, and he gave a small wave.
Raph shoved him forwards, glaring up at you in a way that would have read as hostile if it weren’t for the glint of amusement in his eyes.
“Go get ‘em, Fearless.” He grinned.
Leo shot Raph a glare, but looked back at you.
“Hey (Y/N)...can we talk?” He said slowly.
You sighed, and climbed out the window and onto the fire escape.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Cool cool.” He said, staring at his hands.
Raph gave you a thumbs up before vanishing into the shadows, and then you and Leo were alone.
“So. Rocks at my window? You know that’s what texting is for, right?” You said with a light smile you didn’t fully mean.
Leo blushed. “Sorry. That was Raph. I think he just wanted to throw rocks, but I told him it was a bad idea-”
“It’s okay.” You said, a bit awkwardly.
“Oh. Well, sorry, still.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“So what did you want to talk about, Nardo?” You said, cutting to the chase.
Leo swallowed. “Uhm…talking, right. I just…You’re right. I’m a terrible friend. I was avoiding you…And it’s not because I don’t like you, it’s just because…well, I don’t know. Because…”
“You’re a ‘dumbass with a hero complex’?” You offered, quoting Raph.
Leo narrowed his eyes. “What? No, I’m- Maybe? …Yes.” He finally said with a sigh.
“So…yeah, what’s your point then?” You said.
“My point is…I’m gonna try to do better. Be a better friend, if you’ll have me. And if not…I get it. I’ll be like, totally crushed, don’t get me wrong, but it makes sense.” He said, bowing his head. “But um…either way, I just want you to know that I…I like you a lot, (Y/N), and I should have done a better job of showing it.”
You swallowed, trying not to look into his blue eyes.
Well…time to make a choice.
No/Yes
***
Author's note: So this baby is a multiple-parter now. There's gonna be two separate endings, one that'll be angsty and one that'll be happy depending on your choice.
Side note, sorry about the excess of Raph in this chapter. I promise next chapter is very Leo-centric, but I guess...well, Raph is my favorite, apparently.
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— character : Atsushi Nakajima - Akutagawa Ryuunosuke
— content : x gender neutral reader - polyamorous relationship between Atsushi, Akutagawa and Reader, reader is referred to as 'you'
— authors note : second writing for the second week of december - again publishing this on the deadline but it's fine ! hope you enjoy :)
— It was not surprising to learn that neither Akutagawa nor Atsushi ever did any of the typical holiday activities. It was expected, after all one was quite literally an orphan and the other … was Akutagawa.
But as Christmas was coming, you thought 'why not have them experience it, this year ?'.
And it wasn't a bad idea, it was sweet and cute, maybe a bit cringe but who cared ? Well - Akutagawa did, you first tried to have them wear ugly Christmas sweaters that you had sew a few years back, Atsushi gladly accepted, he didn't care much that it was 'ugly', truthfully he found it somewhat cute.
But Akutagawa wasn't thrilled, when you handed him the sweater smiling and looking at him with hope filling you eyes and Atsushi next to you smiling too, - while wearing the sweat. He sighed and just said a simple 'no.'. A simple, cut and dry reject. He was not going to wear a stupid, ugly sweater.
Atsushi and you could beg him for decades, he still could not budge - or at least that's what he thought. Atsushi puppy eyes and you incessant whining, and preaching of holiday tradition made him break and he took, more like snatched, the sweater from yours hands and slides it on. But it wasn't without a few 'I will never wear this again.' and 'I can't believe I'm doing that'.
He indeed, did that again, and maybe wore his sweater the most out of the three of you.
After the first step of your plan, 'Having Atsushi and Akutagawa experience the wonders of cringy stereotypical holiday shenanigans' was done, you decided to start the second one, which ultimately was one of the easiest one, simply watching those silly holiday movies while snuggling up in a ton of blankets.
You already did that, multiples time whenever your boyfriends schedules could permit it. It was just like a regular movie night, - expect with holiday ones !
And it was indeed easy, the hardest part was probably to listen to Atsushi and Akutagawa commentary about what the characters were doing and why it was stupid or bad or didn't make sense. But it wasn't that much.
What was really difficult was the third part of your so called 'plan'. Making gingerbread, not even a gingerbread house even if it was your plan at first, you realized quickly that making a gingerbread house with your two beloved could be probably impossible.
The two of them were not exactly great in the kitchen. One was very messy and ended up making a mess of everything and the other thought he knew better than the recipe itself.
It was fun to see them struggle and fuck everything up but having to be the one fix it up was a different story. Trying to stop Akutagawa from adding one too many eggs and telling Atsushi to be careful with the flour was energy draining. You couldn't complain much as you were aware of their kitchen related issues and still wanted to go with your plan.
At the end you all had fun - to some extent cleaning up everything was awful - and it was all that counted. And the gingerbread wasn't even that bad ! A bit too sugary, because Akutagawa insisted that there wasn't enough sugar in the mix but it was honestly okay.
And that make you come to the fourth and last step of your plan, decorating a Christmas tree, you took out of the attic your old Christmas tree as well as a box full of decorations and placed it in a corner of the living room in your shared flat. It a fun regular holiday activity that you thought could be very simple to execute, well wrong.
The two man had an interesting sense of decoration - Atsushi insisted on putting multiples bauble onto one singular branch of the tree and Akutagawa thought that intertwining multiples garland together. You didn't intervene or tried to change the way they decorated the tree but you couldn't help but ask if they were sure about it - to which they both answered 'yes'.
One thing they both agreed on what to put the star ornament at the top of the tree - probably because they saw it on multiples tree outside. And they gave you the honour of doing it, considering you were only watching them from the side while they worked on decorating the rest of the tree.
Once you finished putting up the ornament, you took a step back and looked at the tree, it was a overcrowded in some place and felt very messy but it was endearing.
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It’s Stupid, Really
Well, well, well. What do we have here? Why, it’s another oneshot based off of some tweets from @dreemurr-skelememer, this time about Dream having a panic attack/ptsd episode in front of Nightmare, how interesting!
I did change a few small details, but the overall idea is the same. I just got into a flow while writing it and rid the flow until the end.
Also, fun fact: I had planned to write this in January. I got all the dialogue written in my document and everything and then never touched it until now. I had originally planned to do it from Nightmare’s POV, but apparently that was the wrong move, because I looked at it again and decided to write from Dream’s POV instead, and I kid you not that the exact second I made that decision, I knew how to do it.
All the motivation I was missing came flooding in.
So, maybe all that advice about scenes maybe needing to be written from a different POV than what you planned is true.
And the pacing of this might be fast, maybe too fast, but I think it reads well. Reads like you’re short of breath, I think.
Now, I...I don’t have much else to add. Happy reading, I guess!!!
Fandom: Undertale/UTMV
Characters: Dream, Nightmare (Who belong to Joku), and mentioned Ink (Who belongs to Comyet), mentioned Bad Sanses, and mentioned Blue (Who belongs to P0pcornPr1nce)
Warnings: A panic attack and/or a PTSD episode, calling a panic attack and/or PTSD episode ‘stupid’, and self-hate, and I think that’s it. Let me know!
Summary: “ A party with a big crowd of people triggers a panic attack for Dream, who gets lost in memories of the Apple Incident. Luckily, or unluckily, depending, Nightmare is also at this party and is also the closest person available for Dream to cling to. (UTMV, Dream Sans Centric)”
Word Count: 3240
~oOo~
Dream tries to hunch himself over to appear smaller. Maybe he can blend into the crowd and can slip out of here soon.
Ink had heard of a party in some AU and really wanted to go. He tried to get both Dream and Blue to go with him, but Blue already had things to do. Dream, on the other hand, had a rather boring day planned of lying in bed and thinking for hours, and he felt bad because he wanted to say no but didn’t have a real excuse, so he ended up saying yes. Ink was excited, however, and they arrived rather early.
One would think that arriving early would help him get used to the size of the crowd, but the more skeletons he watched enter, the worse he felt. He was offered a drink multiple times and could politely deny only a few times before people got suspicious, wondering if he was alright. He grabbed some water to make people stop asking. It seemed to work, so his next problem was getting lost in the crowd until he could escape to a quieter part of the building. It made him uncomfortable, being surrounded by people, but he forced himself to work through it, sipping at his drink.
Oh, look. An exit was right in front of him, and only a few skeletons were in the way.
He sighs in relief, clutching his drink like a lifeline.
“Hey, Dream!” A Sans he’s only seen a couple of times from an AU he can’t remember the name of shouts, leaning on him. He grabs Dream’s drink out of his hands. “Why’re you just drinking water? Let me get you a real drink.”
“Oh, no thank you, I…” Dream starts, but the Sans stumbles off anyway. He cringes, sighs, and backs away, aiming to huddle into a corner and be invisible until the end of the party.
On his way, more people shout, gleeful about something happening further into the crowd, and he flinches. People shift, aiming to get a closer look at all the commotion, and he tries to elbow his way through as gently as he can. He stumbles and gets dragged into the crowd, people pushing him multiple ways.
He cringes again, trying to escape, but can’t find a gap to squeeze through. Is it just him, or is it really hot in here all of a sudden?
“You absolute beast!” Someone shouts, sparking laughter—
No, no, not laughter, jeers. People whisper to each other, nasty things about his brother—
No, no, no, not about his brother, just comments on whatever is going on—
No, wait. More people are shouting, some proclaiming that they knew it, some hurling insults, some just scoffing in disbelief—
In disgust.
Someone in front of him shifts to the right. He catches a glimpse of a skeleton huddled on the ground, curled up by the base of something—
A tree, Mother—
No, stop, stop being stupid—
And something rolling on the ground in front of them—
An apple—
Stop.
Dream’s breath hitches.
He steps back, turning, trying to get away from it, telling himself it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. It was the past. He wasn’t there anymore, he left long ago. This wasn’t happening. Someone shoves at him—
And if this wasn’t real, would he still feel that? He can’t tell.
There are more leers and someone whoops, throwing something in the air—
Rocks rain down on Mother.
Nightmare tries to talk over all the noise, frantically explaining himself, but no one is listening.
Dream tries to fight his way through, get in front of the crowd, in front of his friends. He’s confused because they never acted this mean before. They keep throwing rocks, and he knows being hit with a rock hurts, so why are they throwing them at Nighty?
Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is wrong.
The wrongness fills him in rhythm with his footsteps. He’s breathing heavily, using all of his efforts to get out of this blasted crowd and find Nighty and get him away from all of this noise. His brother doesn’t like loud noises anymore. He doesn’t know why, but that doesn’t matter, because this is a loud noise and Nighty hates it here, he’s sure of it.
They need to get out.
Dream runs—
Stop, stop, stop, get out of here, this isn’t right, move on, move away—
Find Nighty and protect him, find him and protect him, find him and protect him—
Hurry, hurry, hurry—
With a final shove, he steps out in front of the crowd and looks up frantically, searching.
Only, Mother isn’t here. Neither is Nighty.
Blinking, he turns, facing the crowd of villagers, but this crowd is warped, wrong. They are all wrong. He doesn’t recognize any of them. He backs away from them, confused and worried and alarmed. His back presses against a wall and he stops breathing.
He can’t move.
He can’t move.
He can’t move anymore, something hardening his body and making him numb—
No, no, no, no, no. Not happening. You’re not there.
Stop being stupid.
He needs to find his brother. He needs to find him. They’re in danger. Nighty’s in danger. They need to find each other and run before it all goes wrong. They need to escape.
Where is his brother? Where is he? Where—
The word looks dizzy, he feels dizzy—
There’s someone beside him and—
“Dream?”
—They know his name.
Dream blinks.
The breath he was holding escapes him in a gasp.
The person beside them is dark and blurry. He can’t make out many details. Something moves behind them. Another villager? Then that means this is a villager. Not one that he recognizes, though. But maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe they can help.
They might know where Nightmare is.
“Dream, what…” the villager starts, confused, and concerned. Dream jolts into action, frantically grabbing onto their shoulders. His hands slid, almost like he was grabbing at oil. That’s odd. It’s familiar, too. Odd. He tightens his grip. “Hey! Get off—”
They don’t like that very much. Dream doesn’t care what they do or don’t like as long as they help him. “Have you seen my brother?”
The villager stills. “Huh?”
Frustrated, his fingers twitch. He glances around as the villager takes a moment to reorient themselves.
No Mother, no brother. Still the same.
His chest is beginning to tighten again.
“What?”
“My brother.” Dream exhales sharply at the villager’s confusion. “Looks like me, exactly like me. Just wears purple instead. It’s his favorite colour.” He doesn’t know why he mentioned that. The villager didn’t need to know that. Can’t he do anything right? “Have you seen him? I need to find him. I need to find him. Fast.”
The villager laughs harshly in disbelief. “Is—Is this a joke or something? Dream—”
“It’s not safe here. Not safe. I need to find Nighty. I need to get to him. It’s not safe here.” Dream explains, glancing around again. No change. Has it gotten hotter? He feels like he’s sweating a lot. “We’re in danger. Very bad, bad danger. He’s in danger. I need to find him. Have you seen him? Please tell me where he is.”
“Dream…”
Though he hears the villager try to speak, Dream rushes over him, impatient. “Tell me, please. Tell me, tell me, tell me. Please. I need to get there in time. I can’t be late again. Things—” He chokes on a breath and something pricks at his sockets, the edges of his vision darkening. “I can’t lose him. I can’t. He’s all I have. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please…” His voice cracks and he repeats the word over and over.
Please help him, please, please, please—
Please save Nighty, please, please, please, please—
Please, please, please, please—
He’s being led somewhere. Is the villager helping him?
Please, please, please, please—
The music—when did that start? Where even was he?—fades the further they get.
Please, please, please, please—
Doors shut behind them.
Dream can’t see anything anymore; he’s panicking too much.
Where was he? Where is Nightmare? He needs to find Nightmare.
The villager makes him sit down. He frowns, trying to get up. He can’t rest now, not when Nighty needs him. The villager doesn’t let him up.
“Breathe, Dream.”
He is breathing. Isn’t he? Maybe he’s not. Maybe he’s dead and that’s why this place is so unfamiliar and Nighty wasn’t here and, and, and—
“Breathe.”
He’s breathing. He’s trying.
He wants his brother.
“I’m right here. Keep breathing, slowly. Match me. In…out. Good. You’re not in the village, Dream. Okay? You’re not there.”
But wasn’t he just…?
“You haven’t been there in years. We’re both safe. It’s okay.”
But it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay.
He needs to—
“Keep breathing, focus on breathing.”
Dream wants to scowl. He wants to frown and complain that he is doing all of that and it’s not helping. But he doesn’t, he instead inhales—
And his chest lightens a bit.
He squeezes his eyes shut, and exhales, trying to do as ordered.
His chest continues to lighten, cracks appearing in the stone as patches fall off of him—
You’re not there. You haven’t been there in years. Focus, Dream.
But it all feels so real.
And he can practically taste the apple on his tongue, the smell of negativity in the air—
And he inhales—
And the feel of a smooth staff in his hand, fabric clenched in his fist, tinging in his legs as he’s turned to stone—
And he exhales—
And the sound of wind and silence and manic laughter—
And he breathes—
And he sees—
And he—
And…
And he blinks, sockets aching.
And he sees the darkness in his vision fading. It bubbles away, letting his surroundings take its place. He’s sitting against the railing of the balcony of the building. One of them, at least. The bars bite into his back. There’s a faint breeze, carrying the smell of flowers from the garden below. It’s nice.
And Nightmare is in front of him, kneeling, hand outstretched and hovering.
Dream blinks in surprise.
Nightmare looks concerned, eye wide.
They stare at each other for a moment.
Brow furrowing, Dream clears his throat, craving a glass of water. His voice is hoarse. “…Nightmare?”
Nightmare shifts, hand lowering. “Yeah.” His brother relaxes a bit, still watching him.
Something drips off his fingers.
Goop the same colour as the goop that covers his brother covers his hands. It’s slimy and gross and the minute he notices, he wants to wipe it off, but it feels awkward and inconsiderate of him to do that in front of his brother.
Dream glances around, avoiding looking at him. Shame begins to heat his face and he internally sighs. Of course. He just had to get this way in front of Nightmare. This is like, the worst possible thing. But it’s just his luck. And now he’s left here afterward, wanting nothing more than to teleport straight home and sleep the next week away.
But doesn’t he owe it to Nighty for an explanation?
“Sorry…” His voice cracks again, and he coughs. “I—”
His mouth continues moving, but nothing comes out.
He frowns, trying again. “I—”
“Hold that thought.”
Dream looks up as Nightmare stands, walking back inside.
Well, if he really wants to, he could teleport away now and not face the humiliation surely coming his way. Nightmare will probably return with one of his guys and then a fight will break out, taking advantage of his weakened state. He doesn’t want to fight right now, doesn’t even want to move. If he could, he would just flop over and sleep right here. Then all of the aftermath of this can be dealt with once he wakes up.
But, no, he’s a big boy, and he will face it now as he should.
He wraps his arms around his legs and buries his head in his knees. God, he’s such an idiot. No, he’s weak. He knew coming to this party with Ink would be a risk. He felt the panic at the start, the minute they arrived and people were still pouring into the big, big room, but he swallowed it back and tried to forget about it. It was only when the crowd pulled him along that he got lost in his head. Everyone he pushed in his fight to get away must be so confused, and they must’ve talked about it with their friends and now everyone was probably wondering why he was acting so weird.
Hopefully, no one noticed the terror he felt, but he has a feeling it might’ve been obvious…
This will be such a big mess to clean up. Why did his brain have to betray him like this? Why did he give in so easily? It was like he wanted to get lost, and he never wants to get lost. He always says that it’s the last time he’d ever feel like this, but there always ends up being another thing that triggers it again. He doesn’t know how to stop it besides avoiding anything he manages to clue in on, like crowds.
And yet, here he was. Here he fucking was.
A hand grabs his wrist. Dream’s head snaps up. He watches, eyes wide, as Nightmare holds his hand and runs a damp washcloth over it, cleaning it. For some reason. Why? Why would his brother come back just to clean him up?
This wasn’t his mess to deal with.
This…this, the cleaning, reminds him of patching Nightmare up under Mother. It brings the aching longing he got sleeping in branches and walking through the woods to the front of his mind. It hurts and hurts and he’s unable to shake it off.
“Are you alright?” Nightmare asks, focusing on his task.
Dream swallows. “I’m fine.”
His brother looks up, unconvinced, raising a brow.
“Really, I am,” he insists.
Nightmare’s eye flicks over his face, searching for a lie.
Dream prepares himself, resigned at explaining. The words are on the tip of his tongue, ready, when—
“Okay.”
“Huh?”
“Okay.” Nightmare goes back to cleaning. He’s ruing a perfectly good washcloth just for Dream. He doesn’t know how to feel. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
The words feel foreign to him. “Oh…Thanks.”
Nightmare hums.
Odd.
Dream’s not used to being told he doesn’t have to talk about things if he doesn’t want to. The villagers always wanted to make sure he was happy, asking him again and again if he was and flocking to make him feel better if he said he wasn’t. Even now, people prefer to know everything about his job. Most of the conversations he has with people besides Blue or Ink or a few others are one-sided questions about himself.
He's relieved that Nightmare is giving him a choice. He wants to stay silent and let them both forget this ever existed. If they can, that is. Still. He wants to keep any of what he was thinking about to himself, as much as he can. His brother is still his enemy, after all, and giving away all his vulnerabilities will only result in more difficult battles.
He doesn’t want to say anything, and yet he does.
For some reason, having a choice makes him want to tell Nightmare something even more. “I don’t like crowds. Specifically, not, um…big ones. Or loud ones. Or big loud crowds crammed in a small room. Whenever I’m in one for a long time, it…” He swallows again, glancing up and catching Nightmare’s eye. “It brings back bad memories,” he whispers, feeling childish that he’s avoiding saying anything specific.
Nightmare watches him for a moment. “Okay.”
His face is expertly blank. He can’t tell what his brother is feeling.
“I apologize that you had to deal with this.” Dream sighs. “I usually handle it.” He chuckles, tired. “It’s stupid, really.”
Nightmare still doesn’t say anything. Still blank. He’s finished with his task, setting the washcloth aside so he can fiddle with his fingers.
Dream starts, “I—”
“I don’t like apples.”
He blinks, forgetting what he was going to say. “…What?”
“I don’t. Brings back some bad memories. So, I don’t buy any or eat any. And that’s fine. I’m sure my boys know my dislike of them, too, ‘cause they never bring any home when they go shopping.” Nightmare pauses. “They may not…understand, exactly, but they don’t need to. They’re my friends. They accept it and live with it.” He looks right at Dream. “We all do.”
Dream blinks, looking at his hands. There wasn’t a speck left on them. Even all the dirt from the week, the build-up of grime he hadn’t had the energy to wash off, it was all gone. It felt strange to see the white bones underneath, marred by scratches as they were. He clenches them and opens them, admiring them.
Nightmare wasn’t talking about himself anymore. In his own, roundabout way, he was offering some advice that Dream really needs to hear. Stuff he has told others to do—trust those around you because the fact they were still there meant they cared far more than you realized. Friends lean on each other; no friendship is one-sided. Communicate, and you’ll have a better relationship. Whenever he had given the advice, he always felt he was lying, spouting facts he didn’t know were true. His brother seems to say it with such belief, and he probably does because he's learned all of it himself.
While Dream was stuck in stone, Nightmare was growing and moving on. He already knew this but it still surprises and pains him when he sees what that really means firsthand.
And yet…for all of his moving on, his brother still helped him today.
His brother could’ve just left him to his panic attack, let him make a fool of himself in front of everyone. Let rumors spread across the multiverse about him, watch his reputation and others’ trust in him crumble. Let him be weak. That was his goal, right? Beat him and give him a taste of what was owed to him, a sliver of what happened to his brother all those years ago? Why help his enemy out of a vulnerable spot, why not take advantage?
Dream wants to say it’s because, despite everything, they were still brothers, and that took priority over anything else.
With a new surge of confidence, Dream clenches his fists. “Right…Night, I—” But when he looks up, Nightmare is gone. He falters, looking around the empty garden as if his brother was simply hiding from him, but he knows he is gone.
He doesn’t sense him in the AU anymore.
Sighing, he stands on shaky legs. He’s disappointed, yes, but not surprised. He’ll just have to tell him another day how sorry he was about what happened, how much he misses him. Ask if he feels the same way. Ask if he wants to be brothers again in more than just title. Maybe, just maybe, Night’ll listen to him and maybe he’ll even say he wants to as well.
For now, though, Dream steels his resolve and leaves.
He’ll explain to Ink in the morning that he doesn’t really like big crowds, parties included.
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The Last Ransom #1
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content: kidnapping, drugging, recorded message, carewhumper, ransom, lady whumper, multiple whumpers
so i’d originally wanted to write this whole story as a oneshot, but i ran out of time, so have a part 1 instead. this’ll be a miniseries, ending up at 2 or 3 parts total, not sure when i’ll get to part 2.
@amonthofwhump March Trope-A-Thon Day 6: Team Dynamics / Hostage Situation / Recorded Message / Take Me Instead / Rescue
Hale woke up groggy and confused.
He wasn’t in his bed. That was the first thing he noticed. He wasn’t in a bed at all, actually. He was on a... carpet?
“Morning, sunshine,” a familiar voice called sweetly. The girl from the bar. The last thing he remembered was...
Oh fuck.
“You spiked my drink?” Hale asked with growing horror, opening his eyes.
There were three women looming over him. The blonde, Tara, from the bar, had exchanged her little black dress for more comfortable lounge clothes, while he was still wearing his outfit from the night before. The other two, a redhead and a brunette, he didn’t recognize.
The brunette had a gun holstered on her belt. Hale was pretty sure he could see the outline of a knife in her pocket, too.
“Yeah. Sorry, cutie.” Tara- if that was even her real name- shrugged.
Hale tried to stand up, but quickly discovered his wrist bound to the radiator by a pair of handcuffs, letting him lie down or sit but not stand.
“Don’t try to move around,” the brunette warned. “Last guy ended up getting a nasty mark on his wrist from pulling too hard.”
Hale’s heart surged with panic. Last guy. “What happened to the last guy?” he squeaked.
The redhead elbowed her, irritated. “Don’t go telling him shit like that before we’ve even explained what’s going on. You’ll scare him, and a scared victim is more likely to-”
“What’s going on?!” Hale interrupted, voice pitching higher with fear. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Relax.” the redhead ordered firmly. She seemed to be the one in charge. “We’re not gonna hurt you. If everything goes as planned, you’ll be returned home. We’re just asking for a ransom is all. Plain and simple.”
Tara’s questions about his parents made a lot more sense now. He’d been too drunk and stupid to make sense of it at the time. But who would ever assume this?
“Don’t hurt me.” Hale put his hands up in surrender, the chain of the handcuffs jingling a bit with the movement. “They’ll get you the money. I’m sure. Can I ask... how much you’re asking?”
“We won’t hurt you,” the redhead assured.
The brunette’s hand rested threateningly on the gun. “Just as long as you don’t try any shit.”
“I won’t, I won’t!” Hale’s hands started to tremble, eyes welling up with tears.
“Jo. What did I just say?” the redhead snapped.
“I don’t like you sending Tara out to do the seducing! Who knows what kind of scumbags she’s bringing back? After last time, I feel like we’d be safer gutting these guys and selling their organs on the black market.”
Hale choked on air at the suggestion, cringing back against the radiator. “D-don’t, I-”
“I have good judgment. Trust me, he’s harmless.” Tara gave him a wink, seeming a lot less cute than she did last night.
“I’m not a scumbag!” Hale offered weakly. “I was just- I was just at a bar. Please don’t hurt me.”
“Clear out,” the redhead told the other two. Jo offered some weak protest, but both ultimately left without much hassle.
Hale wasn’t sure whether he liked that or not: he was glad Jo was gone, but even though she’d drugged him, he kind of wanted Tara here. She was the only familiar one, and she’d insisted he was harmless.
The redhead crouched down to be eye-level with him. “Hey. Take some deep breaths. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8.”
“What?” Hale asked tearfully.
“It’ll help you calm down. Come on. On with it.”
Hale did as she asked. He breathed in for 4 seconds, held it for 7 seconds, and breathed out for 8 seconds. Over and over until the woman spoke again.
“There. Feel better?” she asked, her voice gentle.
“Not really,” he admitted, anxiety tearing him apart. “You kidnapped me.”
“Technically, Tara kidnapped you,” she corrected with a smile. She sat cross-legged on the floor across from him. “My name, as far as you’re concerned, is Catherine, and I’m not going to hurt you. My associates aren’t going to hurt you either, unless you make them.”
“I’m Hale,” he offered lamely.
Catherine looked at him like he was stupid. “Yeah. I know.”
“So- so what’s going to happen?” Hale asked nervously.
She smiled again, without a hint of malice. “I’m so glad you asked. Don’t worry, we’re professionals. We’ve done this before.” Her assurance did not ease Hale’s concerns. “We’re just going to film a little video and send it to mommy and daddy, and they’re going to pay the amount we set for your release. Once we get the money, you’ll be returned, safe and sound.”
Catherine reached forward and patted him on the head. “How’s that sound, huh? Any questions?”
She was being so nice. Hale knew it was probably a front to get him to cooperate, but he was just desperate for this to work out so he could go home. “Um, I guess it could be worse. Can I ask... how much you’re asking for?”
“Just a million. Nothing that’ll break your family’s bank, right? We got lucky with you.”
She was right. Mom and Dad would pay that easily. They’d spent more on a lake house just last year, and they certainly weren’t hurting for money. Even if they were, they could just sell the lake house.
“Yeah. How, um, how long do you think it’ll be before I can go home?” he asked.
Catherine shrugged. “That depends. What’s your relationship with your parents like?”
Hale hesitated for a bit, trying to figure out the best way to word it. “Uh...”
“Kidding. But yeah, out of our hands,” she continued, as if she wasn’t the one keeping him. “You wanna talk to them and ask them to pick you up from the nightmare sleepover?”
Hale nodded. “Yes please.”
“So polite.” She took out her phone and opened up the voice recorder app, holding it just barely out of reach. She pressed the little red button to start recording.
“That’s not the phone?” Hale pointed out.
“So I can crop out anything I don’t like, and not have to worry about tracking,” Catherine explained patiently. “Go ahead. I’ll make sure it’s delivered.”
“H-hi, Mom and Dad,” Hale started awkwardly. “Um, I’m okay, I’m safe.”
Catherine shook her head. “Take two. Try to cultivate a sense of urgency,” she suggested. “I could get Jo back in here if you think it would help?”
“No!” His voice certainly took on a sense of urgency then, his tears finally falling. “Mom? Dad? I’m- I’m not okay, I’m not safe. Please just pay them so I can come home. I’m sorry.” His voice came out wobbly. “I miss you. Please come get me.”
Catherine waited a few seconds before hitting the stop button. “Very good job. I’ll have that and the payment instructions in their mailbox by tomorrow morning. I’m sure you’ll be out of here in no time.” She wiped the tears from Hale’s face. “Not a scratch. Then you can spend the rest of your little rich boy life telling everyone you survived a kidnapping. Maybe next time you could even use it to actually pick someone up at a bar. That’d be ironic, huh?”
“I think my bar pickup days are- are over,” Hale hiccupped.
Catherine shrugged. “Point is, you’ll be home. Don’t stress out about it too much.”
Easy for her to say. “Okay.”
“I’ll get you some breakfast. You like hot pockets?” she asked.
“...Will it be drugged?”
Catherine looked at him like he was stupid again. “Why would I drug you when you’re already chained to my radiator?”
Why did he feel embarrassed to be asking? “Oh. Uh, right.”
She left Hale there on the floor to wonder about where he’d gone wrong.
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Saw the barbie move last Friday IT WAS AMAZING🫶
Matt Jackson x Nick Jackson
I cringed so many times writing this. IM SO ASHAMED. But likee :) jk but brooooooo. Maybe im projecting or sum (NOT THE INCEST PART) im sorry about this, Ive read too many fics on ao3..., I know it aint a big deal but i had to take multiple break while writing this because i felt like the ghosts of my relatives were watching, man i had to take screaming breaks ;-; the writing is terrible but still. ENJOY:)
Warning- Smut, spanking- punishment, slight smut, Sibling Incest
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Close Brothers
"Nick leave me the eff alone" Matt said sharply while trying to avoid the other bucks eye contact
Matt's been acting weird ever since they got back to their hotel and nows they're trying to pack up peacefully but Matt's attitude isn't helping.
"Matt just tell me whats wrong, Why do you have to be so frustrating" Nick almost yells.
Matt freezes at this and looks at Nick with a slightly hurt expression and runs to the bathroom and locks himself him. Why wont he just tell him whats wrong? They tell each other everything. Did he do something wrong?
"Matty please.." He pleads while sitting outside the bathroom door
Hearing the pleading tone in his younger brothers voice made him feel a tad bit guilty so he unlocked the door but didn't open it and returned to his previous position .
Once Nick heard the door unlock he took that as his cue to walk in.
The sight he saw before him made his heartbreak. He saw matt curled up in a ball beside the toilet with stray tears running down his pretty face, looking up at him desperately with his boo boo eyes.
"Please tell me whats got you acting like this?" Nick asked him as gently as he could while bending down infront of his older brother.
"W-why did you let her touch you like that" He whispered
"Who" Nick asked genuinally confused
"The girl we ran into while going shopping Nick dont act stupid" He said not even looking Nick in the eye
"The worker? Matt she was just talking to us about the shoes, why does it bother you so much?" He says standing up a little annoyed
"Nick she was FLIRTING WITH YOU, IDIOT" Matt yelled getting even more upset wiping his tears
About 2 hours ago the bucks went shopping, When they were looking for new shoes one of the workers came up and totally started hitting on Nick but Nick is god damn oblivious he didn't even think about her carressing his arm or looking up at him fluttering her eyelashes but Matt did. Plus she didn't even glance at him, she was a bitch.
'Matt you're jealous" Nick stated coming to a conclusion
"Well no shit sherlock thanks for pointing out the obvious" matt replied
"Aww Matt you know im yours, you dont needa be jealous, Im sorry darling, i didn't realise she got that close" Nicks apolagizes before hugging him
He picks matt up from off the floor, brings him to bed, sits him down and stands infront of him
"But you're not going to get away with this attitude you've been pulling Matt, You've been acting like a little bitch ever since e got back. You dont trust me huh?" he says to him looking him straight in the eye, using his finger to lift his chin up
Nick knows what Matt really want, its obvious he knows his brother better than he knows himself and he can also tell because of dent in Matts pants. Of course he's going to give it to him, but not without a few punishments.
Matt freezes
"Nick i-" He tries
"Nuh uh that aint gonna fly here. Strip."
"Nick W-what?" He tries again
''What you want a audience or something? Taking your effing clothes of Matt" he orders him watching him closely
"Well i mean-" He laughs slighty before standing up to remove his shirt, then his pants, and underwears and puts them to the side then goes to stand infront of his brother and waits for his next order like a good boy would.
You'd probably imagine Matt being the top right? Well your so far from the truth. Matt loves the humiliation from the punishments, He loves being submissive. He loves letting Nick take control of him.
Nick sits down on armless chair in the middle of room after locking the hotel door and grabs Matts arms and pulls him over slowly
"Bend over." he orders
Matts wastes no time at all and bends over his brothers lap but not without putting on a little show, He makes sure his ass is perked up and bends over slowly, teasing Nick, Nick swats his ass hard and pulls him over her lap, Making him stop his actions.
He runs his hand over Matts ass and squeezes it causing Matt to moan.
"You know the safe word right" He asks just to make sure
"Yes its 'Stop' Nick" He replies rolling his eye
Nick sees this and pinches him in the side
"Ow im sorry, red means stop, yellow means slow down and green means yes" He rushes out
He doesn't want Nick to stop. he want's to be crying mess in his lap. He wants the aftercare, he wants the pleasure.
Without any warning he slaps Matt's ass. Hard.
"Count. We're doing 15, you miss a number and we restart"
Matt nods
He feels Nick pinch again
"Use your words"
"Okay daddy"
He feels Nick's dick harden beneath him and giggles
His laughter is cut short when he feels another smack on his ass
"1" he gasps
"You little slut, you love this dont you" He teases him then gives him another smack on the ass"
"2, Y-yes daddy. ohh i love it so much" he moans
He tries to hump Nick's leg to get relief
"Nuh uh, you dont get to do that get" He stops Matts movements with another harsh smack on the ass, making his own hand hurt.
"3, Oh my god oww" he cries
Nick smirks and undoes his belt, and then grabs it out of his pants
"Oh my god Nick-" Matt says watching his brothers every movement, his stomach getting worried, but his dick getting harder by the second.
Smack
"4" Matt sobs
he wants to so badly rub his ass but he knows he'll get in trouble so he refrains himself and bites his hand.
"You little whore, you love getting manhandled and put in your place huh, you love getting spanked by your little brother" Nick says to man over his lap, smirking
Matt just keeps sobbing
"Color?" Nick asks gently
"Green Nick oh my god its green please dont stop" He begs
He smacks Matts ass once again with belt then gives him a few seconds to breath
"5"
He puts the belt away and just spanks him 10 times fast.
spank spank spank spank spank
spank spank spank spank spank
"6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15" Matt cries
he takes heavy breaths and sobs until the sting goes away a bit, his dick is still hard as hell
All he feels is pleasure. He loves this.
Nick gently helps him up until matt is straddling his lap and places his head into the crook of his neck.
He bends down and grabs lotion to rub on Matt's bottom to soothe the pain.
Matt sighs at the sensation of Nick rubbing lotion on his ass.
"You okay love?" He whispers
"Yes, thank you" He whispers back
"You're welcome but we're not finished yet baby" Nick laughs slightly at Matt saying thank you
He lifts him up and carries him bridal style over to the bed and lays him down.
Matt hisses at pain of having his ass rub against the bed.
Nick removes his clothes and joins his naked brother on the bed and crawls overtop of him.
His kisses Matt and rubs his hands over his brother pecks making Matt moan loudly.
Matt grabs the back nick's neck and deepens the kiss until he feels Nick break the kiss and lower himself down until he's face to face with his older brothers dick.
He licks a stripe down his dick and slowly licks a circle around his tip causing Matt to arch his back.
"Oh fuck" he moans grabbing at younger brothers hair.
He feels Nick mouth around his cock and pushes his head down forceably until he feels nick gag and lets go to pull his head back up a bit.
"Nicky- f-feels so good" he yells
hearing all of the noises of pleasure he brings out of his brother made him cum right then and there all over the bed.
Nick bobs his head faster down Matt's cock feeling him come close to his release.
"Oh my- im about to" he cries before cuming down Nick's throat
Nick stays in place and swallows it all down before he brings his head back up and smiles at his brother.
They both breath heavily until their breaths even out.
Nick comes to lay beside his brother and pulls him close
"Wait do you need me to" He asks refering to Nick's cock
"No no im fine i kinda already did while.." he trails off making Matt laugh
"But look im so sorry about earlier i really didn't realise what was happening, i love you so much Matty" He whispers into Matt's ear while laying on top of him.
"Its okay, i love you too" His whispers into the brothers hair, running his hands through it.
~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~
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do you mind me asking why your blog says people who are anti proship won't like you? /gen
[Read the whole post if you read any of it, not @ the asker just @ everyone who cares abt this discourse. Bc I think all of it is important for the understanding.]
I don't believe in censorship of fiction basically.
[Long ramble under cut. Not aimed at u entirely, moreso so I can make this a FAQ response later]
Tldr: I have a very grey stance on an issue treated black and white, but I share more in common with proshippers than antis.
(I say both words with a bit of a rolled eye.)
(Essentally I'm anti-censorship and belive in the block button. Antis disagree with me, and while I am critical of some points some proshippers have, I agree with most points of proshippers/align with multiple of their beliefs, so if you hate them, chances are you'll hate me. Any discourser based on "person whos defined by hatred" is gonna dislike me, chances are.)
Because I read/play a lot of yaoi VN a lot of the stuff I like is also also often in line to be considered "irredeemable media"
Etc.
I bring a "if you don't like something, close the tab or block the artist." Vibe to the blog space that a lot of antis don't appreciate.
I used to consider myself an anti because I was forced to by an old friend group and the time I spent in the community was actually downright traumatizing and even if you're a picture perfect enforcer of harassment, people would treat u like shit.
I was just done with being treated with suspicion all the time, with being told openly by people I was "for now", knowing that I was walking a tight rope, and if I acted in a way they didn't like, if I engaged with a media they had even a sliver of reason to dislike, they'd throw me to the wolves.
I understand their talking points and when I actually sat around to think about it I realized how stupid everything I parroted was.
If you hate proshippers, you'll hate me, because I'm a firm believer in people being able to write whatever. I'm a firm believer that fiction shouldn't be censored but it should be accurately tagged/warned/otherwise disclaimered for if it contains commonly triggering content. Like how things work in the real world.
I was also always frustrated with the double standard of so many "antis". Once again, I know this issue FROM THE INSIDE. It's absolutely encouraged to be done as well. The idea that "the thing I like gets an excuse because I like it... but not your thing I think is cringe, even if they have the same issues." Its unspoken but entirely true
The anti community runs entirely off the idea of assuming the worst of every person ever. They give clearance to anyone who submits to them, and as long as they vaguely say they're "critical" of the thing they like. This causes antis to assume anyone who doesn't explicitly submit to them as being NOT critical of what they read/write etc, which is just an insane thing to do to what is mostly adults.
Antis also encourage the "ticking time bomb" mindset on other people that I despise.
Antis run off the idea that someone who hasn't hurt anyone should be punished for the crime they assume the person *could* commit.
I was treated like shit for being a babyfur even when I bent over backwards to justify myself to them and suck them off.
I honestly got fucking tired of it. I noticed one day, well actually after multiple days of deep thought, just how violent it all was. How much control was demanded over me, how everyone was literally waiting in anticipation to hurt me.
These days I don't label myself.
I think the whole discourse is dumb. I think taking a SUPER nuanced discussion, with MULTIPLE opinions in it, and saying "well you can only be one side of the pole. It's black and white only you can say no to everything, or yes to everything." Is just idiotic and a poor way to handle the situation.
I also don't label myself out of spite
I don't see any reason why I should have to fit other people's boxes even if I fit their definition.
My MO at the end of the day is "don't harass people just move on." And apparently that's the proship motto. So if you dont like "blocklist the tag idgaf" than you won't like me.
I'm a babyfur. I fucking play hadaka shitsuji. I think quadruped furries in nsfw is fine. I am far from the perfect image of an "anti"
Every day I get more and more comfortable with being morally impure in fiction. & I love it. Fuck evangelical style refusal of critical thinking. I'm never going back to being that scared again.
I encourage people to be mindful of the things they write but never in a million years would i think enforcing actual censorship on fiction is a good course of action and ESPECIALLY not while an ACTUAL BOOK BAN is happening in my country.
Also in the state of any kind of nsfw etc...
My fiction is not a person, IM a person, and an adult. This doesn't mean I control the consent of every character it means I AM THE CONSENT of every character. My consent to the media I make is the only consent that is real. Everything else is fantasy.
If it was 2 people, and we roleplayed characters, we said face to face we consented, it was fantasy- fake, this would be okay, right? It's safe between two adults, it's between 2 consenting adults.
When it's one person making fiction, it's the same thing. I am the ONLY PERSON in the situation. There are fake characters doing fake actions which I all consent to.
"What if your art is used to make other ppl thing bad things are okay?"
Was not, has not, will never be the fault of the artist. Predators will always find a way. This is literally repeated from other people in the past who want to censor writing. The freedom of art is more important than the potential of someone who could use anything else to hurt someone being shut down. Even if all art deemed 'bad' was destroyed, predators would find a way. It's shifting the blame. You'd think with all the glorified murder in the world we'd have more slashers dressing up in the skin of humans or something, right?
"But anyone who wants to write about those things are clearly abusers in wait!"
Once again, the ticking timebomb approach is heartless. First of all- no it doesn't say anything about their character. TWO, so fucking what? Literally anyone in the world can be an abuser. Anyone in the world can go, "huh today I'm gonna rape someone" or something! Anyone! But until someone does something, you can't claim they're actually hurting people. Everyone has the potential to hurt someone. It's taking people in the worst faith possible, it's heartless and inhuman. Nobody is made an abuser by birth, thought crimes aren't crimes. Actions are what matters. And until someone acts? You have no reason to pretend you're a fucking time traveler or psychic who will "know" that someones an offender. The slippery slope speaks for itself.
"But writing real people doing bad t-"
Didn't say real people I said fictional characters.
"But Ao3-"
Don't use the site. Frankly don't care. I'm not big on fanfic I just think people should be allowed to write their fiction without being suppressed.
This isn't even getting started on how western the whole thing is and the issues with racism, and recent clashes with ENG fandom vs JPN fandom, etc.
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ok so. so i made it out of midnight museum e3 alive but im gonna have to do something normal and calming for a while now because oh fuck me too many moths even like skipping scenes and cringing away from the screen. im unwell. many disorganized thoughts go here
so i Was right about dome frankly. i mean the hints were there (jib dialogue last episode + the long time no rent thing from e1) but for me it was that hes too stupid to be a full person (sorry baby i love u). like saying ‘is this normal’ about resurrection and lit. just going with whatever happens to him and running headlong into stupid situations. he literally Only just woke up. he has no brain head empty hes just doing the One thing hes been told hes good at and useful for. oh no baby :( they really keep putting him through it every episode LMAO.
got a Lot more worried khatha this episode plus a bunch more face touching. and sitting by his bedside. tor is So good with those shiny eyes of pain like … i dont know how he does that but its incredible. his face. his little tsundere look away / posture adjustment when dome woke up like you didnt literally die for this man recently. they are getting gayer each episode. again ive established i dont care about “bl status” it doesnt matter to me if they kiss but boy its just so…. they HAVE to know what theyre doing with this
i really like this show i Would Not have put myself through this for less agh. i still almost quit multiple times
that opening flashback scene with triphob’s grandfather was really good. by the way. i love immortals i love immortality. i love the moon (showing up just barely in blurry flashbacks)
bright did fucking Great this episode. im not too familiar with him, mostly from f4 thailand bits but he was so fucking creepy!!!!! tragic little murdery sadboy. what a mess. the whole house invasion scene was Sooooooooo. augh. freaky. everything he did was fucked up
i have some…. thoughts…. about the girl in this episode, rin, and her agency / lack thereof honestly. combined with the bride’s “men writing her story” thing….. its. hmmm. but i’m not sure i’m equipped to express that properly without rewatching and frankly i dont know if im capable of rewatching this episode
if i turn my lizard brain off also the vampire moths are a great horror concept and they were very aesthetically cool to someone who does not have. a lifelong fear of those fucking things
also yeah ‘cycle of death and rebirth’ confirms the reincarnation thing but i’m thinking that not only did khatha enounter past life dome / “that person” / “chan” but also like. present life pre-memories dome? and that’s why he was surprised when dome didnt remember him. it wouldnt make sense for him to be surprised a reincarnation didnt remember him. they definitely met pre-wipe
v fun to learn that june is immortal too??? but like. frankly im still so confused about her lmao. she was an immortal museum worker before this?? but she became the bride?? but they all forgot her past but she remembers being immortal and the artifacts? but she has bride magic now??? dont get me wrong i like her a lot shes great for wisdom and being the only one nice to dome but hoo boy
ok. theres all the bits in no particular order
so. yeah!!!! yeah i was so proud of myself for being mostly chill with the first two episodes of murder and body horror but uh i was NOT good with this. gods fuck why moths
#long post#mm#mm spoilers#fuck it ill put it in the tag. i want someone to talk to about this#midnight museum
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do you actually like family guy or is it just 4 the meme? im dying 2 know
Thanks for the question anon!
This is hard to put into words because while I do genuinely like the show, I like it for more than what it is on the surface. Its not that I relate to the characters on a deep emotional level but more or so of how it slowly grew on me and changed the way I thought of how I interact with media and the people who consume it.
When I first saw the show I was an 11 year old kid who "liked" almost anything, as long as it was 'entertaining' for me. Mind you I didn't actually understand what was going on, nor did I even react to alot of the scenes in any way I just... watched it to watch it. I mean, it beats the shitty infomercials and corny live action sitcoms that were on at the time.
When I formed an actual opinion on the show it was a deep, deep hatred. I saw the show as objectively lazy, cheap, mean-spirited and just downright obnoxious at times with its themes and writing. And I'll admit it, it's true.
Family guy is not an amazing show. A lot of it's characters, which used to be charming and fun to watch became flanderized distorted versions of themselves due to the passage of time. It's writing has moments where it can be downright cringe inducing, especially with some of the jokes. The themes of certain episodes are so ridiculously problematic that it made even ME feel uncomfortable on occasion. The animation is quite often cheap and stiff and don't even get me started on the modernized design of the show itself...
I can completely understand why somebody would say it was downright garbage.
But my dad LOVED that show
He would continuously talk about how funny he found Peter and his family, recount episodes by memory and even show me his favorite clips of the show and would laugh and laugh at the occasionally shitty punchlines. He loved this stupid bad show so much that for almost every birthday he'd ask me to draw Peter Griffin for him..
I hated that shit.
I would rant to him about how shitty the show was and that it was incredibly problematic that he liked it. And most of the time he'd simply reply, "Well I think it's funny!"
And I'd give a snarky retort on how it was stupid that he did.
Needless to say we didn't talk much about what we liked to one another.
And as more and more life stuff happened we became more distant and hostile until finally I was out of the house for college.
I didn't really reach out to him often and I rarely ever called.
And that was that at the time.
Until I watched dog bites bear.
Now to preface this, it was by complete accident. All my favorite video essayists has no more videos to watch, and I would rather tear my own eyes out than listen to another reddit "Am I the asshole for killing my entire family" type post. So without anything better to do, I let it play out. And to say I was shocked at how good stewie and brian's plotline was had me shocked. For a good while, I was obsessed with this episode, and I became even MORE shocked when I realized that there were MULTIPLE episodes with this amount genuine-ness to it.
As I began to binge through more and more episodes of this... fucking stupid show I hated at the time, I started to see aspects of it that I missed out on.
The original music and dance sequences ranged from alright to downright impressive! And it doesn't help that I'm a sucker for musicals and showtunes. Some of the fight scenes being actually, pretty well choregraphed. Yes, the camera angles are flat and uninspired at times, I do like how creative they can be. Some of the plotlines in many episodes have actually REALLY GOOD STORY BEATS AND SCENES TO IT. Like for example, when Peter and Lois reunite in Meet the Quagmires, or every moment of Peter and Brian's relationship in New Kidney in Town and Forget Me Not, Brain and Stewie's EVERYTHING (And the episode too). AND THESE WEREN'T EVEN THE FIRST 3 SEASONS.
I could honestly go on and on about the things I enjoyed in this show and it kinda made me realize alot about how I treated this show and the people who liked it. I genuinely thought I was better than them JUST BECAUSE THEY LIKED THIS "OBJECTIVELY BAD" PEICE OF MEDIA and I would constantly put people down just for liking the things that I considered to be bad. So, when I binged this show and CONSIOUSLY HAD A GOOD TIME WATCHING ALOT OF THE EPISODES? It made me realize that...
I was such a pretentious fucking dick as a kid lol
When I finished binging through around... what... a good 2-3 hours of family guy, my dad called me
And rather than ignoring it like I usually did I actually picked up... It was a little awkward at first, at least from my end... but I don't think my dad even noticed my stiffness. He was just happy to hear my voice after so long, asking how I was doing and how was school and all that... and I'd answer my usual "It was fine." But, what really started a conversation between us was me asking him what his personal favorite episode of Family Guy was, just out of pure curiosity. And the way I could hear his voice light up as he gushed about all his favorite moments...? Christ man...
As stupid as "Family Guy helped me rebuild my connection with my father" SOUNDS, it's really what happened. We ended up spending alot more time together, talking about things we liked and disliked and realized that... we were alot similar than either of us expected. And not only that it really helped me see both the good and the bad in media and that it was ok to enjoy things that everyone else enjoyed, even if the bad outweighs the good.
I understand that the great aspects of family don't represent the show as a whole... but there's a reason other than capitalistic corporatism of why this show just doesn't ever fucking end. Because there's people there that care about this show and these stupid shitty goofy ass characters, both the fans and the people who work on it.
Idk... this was an unnecessarily personal and sentimental stupid rant about something that I grew to love. Really I could've just answered with a simple "yes" and chad Peter png I stole off of google.
But I really do love this show because it helped me appreciate the one person in my life who stuck with me the best he could despite the tragedy after tragedy that happened to him, how shittily and harsh;y I treated him fur to my own fears and traumas, and how far he sunk down into dark... dark places...
Even after all that he's still giving it his all to the people he loves.
And I love him for that.
Sorry for how insane and incomprehensible this ENTIRE diatribe is. I just wanted to gush about how this show made me grow and change as a person and love my family
have a shitty Peter, thanks for the question ^^
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I think now is time to air one of my gripes with the popular bloggers which is that they are so weird about shipping
Having a preference for dnf or preferring not to see other ships in a romantic way but they legit act as if people who enjoy/ship snf/r are morally bankrupt like?? Hello???
I've been vagued for it and there's been many a time that snf have done something cute/funny on stream but I didn't see a clip for days bc these blogs avoid anything that could be interpreted as flirty and there's just something weird about it
this goes for both sides for me tbh sjsksjksjsl ppl are very protective over dnf i guess but like. as a writer seeing people i would like and talk to, talk abt how stupid and cringe multi shippers are while i actively wanted to write multiple other ships was literally what gave me the mental block abt finishing my anf 😭
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