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robert-deniro · 2 years
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Thoughts on Batman Arkham Origins
Main Story
Opening is nice
Black Mask before Jason? That's interesting
Killer Croc helping Black Mask was a surprise
I don't think Roman threatening Waylon is good idea
It feels like Roman's normal voice is higher and he tries to make it deeper when intimidating people
Well at least Batman didn't let Croc die
I'm going to add some new characters
Also Bane wasn't originally in Gotham?
Of course, it was Nigma behind the towers, it's funny that Batman guessed his name
Can Batman stop choking people?
Gotta admit Electrocutioner has a style.
Aight nevermind that was hilariously lame lmao
Tracey is kinda cute
Yo Candy 👀
Falcone wanting his son back is somehow heartwarming
Hi Slade, didn't see you since Teen Titans
His fight actually looks interesting, the wacking is kinda funny
Love how confused he is by Batman
Penguin is a sleaz in this version
Anarky is like "We live in society"; nice voice though
No one's believes Roman is dead but its a nice mystery;
Ooh, first time he heard of the Joker
I find it cool that Anarky was impressed Batman saved those places; didn't expect him to be called a kid, how old is he?
The thing is, he is right in what he is saying, but it's the way he wants to solve these problems it the issue
Him wanting Batman to mentor him my heart! Baby, no, please just learn from your mistakes
Batman was right to beat these cops
Hey Barbara! Interestingly, Jim didn't like Batman at the beginning
When it was said there was piece of white clothing I knew it was Roman
Ok didn't expect the guy to force a Roman hand in killing his girlfriend, that was evil
The way that Joker is once again the main villain should be annoying, especially with the premise they set up, but I think they did it in a good way; it's honesty cool since it's the first time Batman had heard of him
The Mad Hatters bunnies 💀
The fucking sir bit lol, I would love to annoy him; his reason for controlling people is very interesting
Of course he fucking choked him
Wonderland looks cool
"Drained a bit of that willpower of yours" He just went through a fucking door, calm down
He really traumatized her huh?
The girl is laughing, definitely Joker gas
Wait, that's Joker in costume?! Holy shit he is amazing voice acting
And he just beat the shit out of the Roman!
(Since it was Joker from the beginning I can't use it for characterization? )
Is Shiva with Al Ghoul?
Of course Roman has heart problems because of his anger lol
He looks kinda nice tied up
FOR FUCK SAKE BRUCE STOP BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF LYING MAN
Copperhead scared the shit out of me
Ok that was torture, Batman wanted to torture a guy. BTAS would be so angry at his other self
Wait, is her venom is like a fear toxin?
Alfred's speech was sad.
The guilt goes hard in this
The problem with Deadshot is apparently dude is an imposter? I don't know how to characterize him.
Never mind, he wasn't in the game long enough.
Joker still doing BM impression is hot
Electrocutioner just playing a video game, dude really is asking to die
The guy who voices Joker does an excellent job, why were people complaining about him?
Yep expected it
Firefly looks cool
Bane is badass
Batman was allowed to beat Jokers ass
The Bane pose is seriously iconic
Of course Joker laughs when falling to death
Joker not understanding why Batman saved is very nice
Joker to Blackgate? That's gonna be interesting
Wait it's Harley?! But they meet in Arkham
The imagination is seriously weird but fits
Joker saying Batman changed his life is… interesting
Oh, his Red Hood backstory
Oh it's pretty gay not gonna lie
Wait, she thought he was talking about her while he was talking about Batman lmao
Alfred is trying to be a good father, fuck off Bruce
The Nigmas passwords are amazing
The cop just going 'Yup' kills me
Bane knowing who Batman is a nice twist
I get why Gordon doesn't trust Batman but he is helping with bombs, come on man
Aww they started to like each other
Alfred use the shotgun
I know he won't die because he is in other games but it's sad seeing Bruce actually be desperate
Looks like gloves were a good idea
"Don't drink and drive, you'll kill someone " "Yeah yeah what are you in for?" "Manslaughter " that got a chuckle out of me
He already has Harley around his finger, don't like how they changed how they met but at least her voice isn't so annoying
Why the fuck does Joker wants to die so badly?
"Maybe you shouldn't move?" Shoots them; Good job Jim!
Gordon is a good man
And that's how he earned respect from Jim, good job Bat; also it's nice for him to ask for help where the fuck did go in the future?
I love how Gordon just fucking hits sniper with a bat
It's fun; although Barbara should have looked up to her dad and just have Bat as inspiration for her suit but eh
Are they teasing Suicide Squad?
Initiation DLC
It's nice seeing what League was like and what they teached but it just fighting, boring.
Cold, Cold Heart
Now THIS, this is what I'm talking about
Love the opening, the speech was so fake
Didn't expected Penguin to mix
The fact that Bruce actually has respect for Ferris will make learning the truth pretty fun
The new suit looks goofy
Lmao the callback to future roof dropping with the Diller
The realization in Bat voice when he finds out what happened, perfect
Why did Freeze freeze Nora in her dress? She looks beautiful but it doesn't seem practical
She looks beautiful
Overall
Enjoyed it, might actually be my favorite game (and since I know few plot points from Knight it might stay that way).
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redhoodieone · 3 years
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Fucking Perfect
A/N: Hey, y’all!!! Here’s another fic that was actually a request from @jasontoddslut. I hope you all enjoy!
WARNINGS: Language, violence, and smut!
It wasn’t that late. With a DVD and a large free pepperoni pizza in hand (the pizza was actually a “thank you” from a local pizza owner after Jason saved his life), Jason couldn’t help but keep smiling underneath his red helmet as he drove to his and Danielle’s home. They were supposed to have a night in; no distractions, no interruptions, and no patrolling, for him at least.
But Bruce had called him for help last minute around 9:00 because Joker decided to break out of Arkham Asylum with every other inmate, from Harley Quinn to Scarecrow. To say the mission was bizarre as hell wouldn’t be exaggerating. Jason and Dick laughed their asses off the entire night because it was like a high school reunion for all of Gotham’s villains. Even Bruce couldn’t help but grin a little when he saw the Riddler and Penguin link arms and skip down the street behind Bane, Two Face, Mr. Freeze, and Killer Croc.
It was one hilarious but memorable sight.
But now all Jason could think about was getting back home to Danielle as he speeds down the streets on his bike from Arkham while holding the box of pizza and DVD. Just thinking about a hot shower, cuddling with Danielle on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and just falling asleep in the comfort of their home makes him consider giving up the vigilante life sometimes.
He wondered what his life would be like not being everyone’s hero.
No more subtle or dangerous injuries. Staying in bed the entire night. Having the ability to go here and there and do everything normal like others. Maybe even settling down somewhere in the countryside, where he can finally retain his own property, perhaps build himself his own auto salvage business where he’ll specialize in fixing and rebuilding expensive, fast cars and bikes.
Having something to call his own has always been a secret dream of his. Only Y/N knows all that.
Jason could just see it now: waking up early to see the beautiful sunrise from the safety on the ground, arm wrapped protectively around his wife, who would be pregnant with their child...
He initially tenses up at that particular thought. Jason has never even spoken about his desire to have kids. Hell, he has always boasted about hating kids; often complaining about them being bratty, loud, and just being unbearable little shits.
Jason even pretends to despise Dick and Barbara’s five-year-old son, Tommy, just because he enjoys pissing them off. But in all honesty, Jason loves his nephew and knows damn well that if anything were to happen to Tommy...Jason would fucking kill them in a heartbeat.
Fuck, even Barbara gets on Jason’s ass about when he’s finally going to settle down and have kids of his own. She and Dick make the normal, perfect life look easy. They were brave and strong enough to walk away from the vigilante life, only promising Bruce that they’ll help him every now and then and only for big emergencies.
Jason couldn’t believe it at first. Dick and Barbara just happily moved to a safe, typical suburban but luxurious home far away from Gotham. They made it look so effortless and picture-perfect.
With Dick and Barbara gone, all Jason has is Tim and Damian around. Which isn’t much considering they have their own lives.
And Jason used to have Y/N, his best friend.
Before Jason’s thoughts could consume him more, he pulls up to the private parking garage at his penthouse. After he parks his bike, he climbs off and removes his red helmet; quickly inhaling air after sweating so much. Holding the helmet underneath his left arm, he carries the pizza and DVD and heads to the elevator.
He sighs heavily; his back hurts like fuck after being thrown around a lot from Killer Croc. He wonders if it would be completely sexist or just entirely fucked up if he asks Danielle for a backrub.
We’ve been together for two years. She knows my line of work, and if she really loves me, she’ll give me an all-body massage...and besides...this is the first time I’m asking for one anyways, he thinks to himself.
The elevator dings and opens for him; revealing the private floor that is his, courtesy of Bruce. If it weren’t for Bruce, Jason wouldn’t have the luxury of such a private and quiet place to call home. Bruce owns the entire building, mostly business associates and employees live and stay here anyways.
Jason walks to the door and opens it; is actually quite stunned that it’s unlocked. Mostly because he’s OCD about that, even if this floor and this entire building is private, Jason still likes to take precaution.
The guy fucking grew up on the streets and has seen and done bad things. Really bad. But he’s not like that anymore. Oh, no he’s not. Now, Jason lives by his new principles, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a badass anymore or is violent by nature. He is still Jason Todd.
Stepping inside his penthouse, Jason kicks the front door shut with his heavy boot and sets the pizza and DVD on the entryway table. He puts his helmet back on and quickly pulls a gun from his thigh holster. Jason takes this seriously, just as with any mission or recon.
He quietly goes down the hallway, immediately notices their bedroom door is cracked open and a light is on. He raises his gun and says...
Fuck it. I’m going in with my gun. Hope this all ends well with no blood.
Jason kicks open the bedroom door and has the most fucked up, perfect view of his girlfriend, Danielle, in bed with another man; a man who is on top of her, fucking her underneath the covers, IN THEIR BED!!!!!
Danielle gasps in surprise. “Jason! What-what are you doing home so early?!” she panics. She sits up and pushes the man off of her. Her tits are on display, after the blanket falls from her chest.
The male brunette is shocked at seeing Jason. The naked man uses the sheet to hide his lower body. Jason thinks this guy is a fucking tool. He’s shaking badly, and he’s sputtering like an idiot.
“Oh, oh God! This is Jason? You’re with fucking Red Hood? Oh, my God...OH, MY GOD! This guy is gonna kill me, Dani! He-he has a fucking gun in his hand! I’m gonna fucking die!” the man cries out.
“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING MOUTH, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Jason yells from underneath his helmet. The voice changer that’s built into his helmet makes him sound more dark...even demonic. But Jason could care less about anything and everything right now. All he can think about is beating the shit out of this guy. “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!”
Danielle runs a hand through her messy long red hair, and sniffles. She’s actually...crying?
“This is Paul-”
“Don’t fucking tell him my name! Jesus Christ! Are you trying to get me killed?!”
Jason aims his gun and shoots near Paul’s head. The loud, piercing sound fills the room. The bullet hits the wall, but nonetheless scares the shit out of Paul.
Paul covers his eyes and cries. “Of fuck...please don’t kill me. Oh God, please don’t...”
Jason removes his helmet in anger and throws it down. His green eyes are already red-rimmed. He won’t admit he’s crying...God no...his allergies must be acting up.
“So, what the fuck, Dani? You’re seriously sleeping with someone else?” Jason asks, rhetorically of course. “In our house...underneath our covers...in our bed?!”
“Jason, please. I-I didn’t want you to find out this way,” Dani says.
“But you wanted me to find out?” Jason snaps, suddenly moves closer to the bed. Paul moves backwards away from him. “You wanted me to find out, but just not this way? JESUS CHRIST, DANI! What the fuck were you thinking?! Why the hell would you do this to me, after everything we’ve fucking been through!”
“Because you weren’t here! You weren’t here tonight!” Dani yells.
“What the hell does that mean? You decided to cheat on me because I WASN’T HERE TONIGHT?!”
Paul slowly stands up with the sheet. “Maybe I should leave...” he mumbles.
“How about I show you the way out, BUDDY?!” Jason spits out. He grabs Paul’s throat and drags him across the bedroom.
“DON’T HURT HIM! PLEASE DON’T HURT HIM, JASON!” Dani cries out.
Jason was seeing red. He couldn’t see or think straight at all. With a huff, Jason slams Paul down to the floor and drops down to beat the fucking shit out of Paul. His fist keeps coming down hard and fast, and he definitely ignores Paul crying, pleading for him to stop. Jason even ignores the sight of a lot of blood and bones cracking underneath his punches.
“STOP IT! JASON, STOP HURTING HIM, PLEASE!” Dani screams in horror, pulling Jason back by grabbing his leather jacket.
When Jason finally stops, he realizes Paul’s face is almost disfigured because of the blood and swelling, but he doesn’t care. At all.
Jason shoves Dani away from him and glares down at Paul. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Paul. You’re not going to open your fucking mouth. You’re not going to tell anyone about my home. You’re not going to tell anyone about me. Your injuries? You’re going to tell everyone you got your pansy, white ass jumped in an alley and that you obviously lost the fight. And you’re going to walk out of here naked. You’re not going to look at Dani, not talk to her, not even think about her, you’re just going leave. NOW.”
“B-but what about my-my clothes?” Paul stutters.
Jason quickly collects all of Paul’s clothes and opens his bedroom window. He pulls out his lighter and lights the clothes on fire. Jason drops them over the railing. “You don’t need them. After fucking my girlfriend in my home and in my bed, you bet your homewrecking sweet ass that you’ll be walking home in nothing but shame and remorse. Now, get the fuck out of my house before I break your legs next.”
“Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir. No one will ever know about this,” Paul rambles on as he struggles to stand up. Once he does, he quickly leaves the bedroom but not before mumbling. “Why couldn’t she date Green Lantern or-or Batman. Wait! Not Batman! Anyone but Batman and Red Hood!”
As the front door slams shut, Jason turns to face his naked girlfriend, Dani. He feels his chest tighten, causing a pain he hasn’t felt since he was a kid and lost his mother and home. He wants to cry in front of her, maybe even scream at her, but all the anger he felt before is gone now. Jason’s only left with a sense of sadness and he doesn’t even know what to do about it.
The silence is killing them. He’s no fool. He can see she’s trying to hold herself together but is failing immensely because she’s looking up at him with those sad, puppy dog eyes.
But a thought quickly crosses his mind: only Y/N’s puppy dog eyes make him give into her. Every time. Y/N’s Y/C/E eyes weakens him, and he always wants to please her when she looks at him.
But Dani’s eyes don’t. There’s no sense of comfort and warmth in them like Y/N’s.
“I’m...I’m so sorry, Jay,” Dani begins.
“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Jason interrupts angrily. He doesn’t even know why she’s apologizing. He knows he can’t forgive her. He won’t forgive her.
Dani scoffs. “You can’t seriously be pissed off at me. You’ve fucking cheated before. You’ve slept around like Bruce does. You can’t fucking hold this against me! I gave you a chance!”
“You’re forgetting that I used to do that!” Jason yells. He runs a hand through his messy dark hair and growls under his breath. He needs someone to calm him down. He needs someone to tell him everything’s going to be all right. He needs the comfort and warmth only one person has: Y/N. Jason realizes he needs her now more than ever, and that scares him a bit. “I haven’t done any of that shit since we’ve been together. The second I realized that I was in love with you, I changed. I changed because I wanted to be with you! And you bringing up my past to try to justify your actions is fucking wrong, Dani.”
“Cry me a fucking river, Jason,” Dani spits out.
“Nope. Not this time. Get the fuck out of my house.”
Dani doesn’t put up a fight. She gets dressed, packs a bag of her things, and tells Jason she’ll be back for the rest later. She does glance at him one last time before she walks out though.
“The thing is...I needed my boyfriend, not a hero.”
The door slams shut, leaving Jason frozen in place. The silence is deadly; he can feel his thoughts racing and screaming loud in his head.
He needs Y/N.
Jason needs his best friend.
Tears force themselves out his eyes as he calls Y/N.
“Hello?”
Jason pauses, and he wonders if he’s making a mistake. Maybe she won’t come. He hasn’t been a particularly good friend to her lately. “Y/N, I need you. I...need you, please...”
“I’m on my way.”
Jason knew he was in deep shit after he finished off a new bottle of whiskey before Y/N came over. He couldn’t help himself. After he hanged up with her, he ripped off his costume and stripped down to nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, even after lowering the thermostat to 62 degrees.
Perhaps the end of his real first serious relationship was suffocating him mentally and physically. He’s never lived with a girlfriend before either.
He was about to open a new bottle of whiskey just as the front door opens and closes.
“Jason?” Y/N calls out.
Jason whips around fast and grins. He’s buzzed, but not quite drunk yet. “Y/N!”
Y/N is stunned to see Jason in nothing but his underwear as he runs to her and embraces her hard. She stumbles back a bit, but he captures her easily to steady her and holds her tightly to his chest.
“You’re soaked...and cold,”
“It’s raining outside like it always does,” Y/N giggles and gently pushes Jason back a bit. “Let me take off my coat and get warmed up.”
Jason allows her, watches intently when Y/N takes off her raincoat. She’s wearing her black and red plaid pajama pants and a Metallica t-shirt he’s positive she stole from him. She kicks off her booties and displays her light blue fuzzy socks he adores.
Jason knew Y/N had to have been in bed when he called, but she came anyway. She always comes to him because she’s always there for him.
She’s always been here for me, hasn’t she? Why haven’t I seen it before? He thinks to himself.
Y/N smiles softly and reaches a hand out to Jason. He takes it, almost hypnotized by how he does anything she wants. She leads them to the couch, but not before she sees the pizza box and DVD on the entryway table. She raises an eyebrow at him.
“That...was my failed attempt at romance tonight,” Jason admits sheepishly.
Y/N shakes her head, but still smiles. “It doesn’t have to go to waste. We can eat the pizza and watch the movie, right? I mean...only if you want to, of course,” she says.
“Only with you, sweetheart.”
Y/N releases his hand and quickly grabs the pizza and movie. She meets him in the living room where Jason’s already sitting down. She smiles and puts the DVD on. But before she sits beside him, she heads over to the kitchen. She returns with two cans of soda and napkins.
Jason looks down when her soft, small hand reaches out to him...only to take away the unopened bottle of whiskey. “No more tonight...please.”
He can’t help but nod his head. She’s right, he’s had enough to drink. He can’t numb his feelings and thoughts anymore. That’s why when Jason starts crying, he doesn’t feel embarrassment or anything. Y/N’s seen him at his best and worst; and she’s still here no matter what.
The movie is playing, but they’re not watching it. Jason can’t even hear it. When he looks up to see why, he can only see Y/N looking at him.
She doesn’t ask why he’s crying. Jason knows Y/N’s caring nature is all about comfort and understanding. That’s why he doesn’t move or say anything when she scoots closer to hug him. The second she wraps her arms around his neck, he cries freely. He embraces her; allows her scent of cinnamon and sandalwood calm him down.
Jesus Christ...has she always smelled so good? Fuck...this perfume is making me hard right now. Jason shamelessly thinks to himself.
“It’s okay, Jay. What you’re feeling right now, it’s not forever. You won’t feel like this again anytime soon. I promise,” Y/N whispers. She runs her hand through his hair. “I’ll always be here for you. Always and forever.”
Jason opens his eyes and pulls back to see Y/N. Clarity finally hits him. His heart beats faster when he looks down to her soft lips and back up to those puppy dog eyes, that he loves so much. She looks back at him with the same intensity, he wonders if she recognizes what he’s just realized.
“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?” Jason whispers.
Y/N smiles as she runs both her hands up and down Jason’s chest. “It took you long enough to see it,” she answers.
“I’m a fucking idiot,” he says, nodding his head in agreement.
“No, no you just made a mistake and now you’re going to give me what we both deserve,” Y/N says softly.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jason finally kisses Y/N. He wanted to slam his lips against hers, but he knew she deserved better than that. He takes his time and allows their mouths to move together, so they can really feel each other. But the second Y/N opens her mouth for more, Jason can’t say no and deny her that.
He tastes her as thoroughly as he can, but he wants more. He pulls away and asks her with his eyes. When she nods her head, he gently pushes her back onto the couch and climbs on top of her so their pelvis’ touch appropriately.
“I would take you to my bed, but I have to burn it because it’s seriously fucked up, doll,” Jason says in between his kisses. “Another man’s cum is stained all over my blankets...in case that’s not clear enough, Dani cheated on me.”
Y/N caresses Jason’s cheek and gently smiles at him. He was expecting her to cuss about Dani or get uncomfortable about talking about what happened, but Y/N did neither of those things. Her eyes said it all.
“It’s okay,” Y/N whispers. She leans up a bit to kiss him. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Jason closes his eyes and sighs. Y/N was here, and she’s not going anywhere. And that’s all his heart needs to move forward.
When he opens his eyes, Y/N sits up a bit to take off her t-shirt. She’s braless. Jason’s sharp intake of breath is evident when he can’t take his emerald, green eyes off her perfect tits. Jason helps her remove her pajama pants, along with her panties and socks.
His cock is painfully hard in his underwear. Seeing Y/N’s naked body underneath his is giving him all sorts of naughty ideas, but he knows what he really needs right now.
Y/N knows, too. She bites her bottom lip and pushes down Jason’s underwear, revealing his hard cock. She briefly takes in how thick his dick is and how delicious the precum is smeared across the head.
“I promise I’ll take my time learning what you taste like and what makes you cum. I just...I just need to feel...” Jason struggles out, but when Y/N touches his chest, he inhales deeply. “I need to feel warm. I need to feel...you.”
Y/N nods and looks deep into Jason’s eyes. “Feel me, Jay. I want you to feel all of me.”
Jason bravely pushes his cock inside Y/N’s pussy. He closes his eyes and breathes hard. She was everything he was hoping for. He loved the way her walls were tight, warm, and wet. He lowers his forehead to hers and he bathes in the way she moans. Jason pulls back a bit to look down at her; he smiles at the way she bites her bottom lip and throws her head back.
“Fuck...Jay move, please,” Y/N moans.
He’s more than thrilled to do her request, especially when she moans out his nickname only she can call him.
Jason moves his hips. His cock shifts in and out of her steadily before he thrusts deeper. Y/N wraps her arms around him and meets his thrusts so his cock can hit her g-spot. Jason was proud at that moment for having a cock shaped well enough to hit Y/N’s g-spot; he desperately wants to make her cum so hard.
“Oh, fuck...you feel so good, princess. Do you like taking my cock like this?” Jason moans out.
Y/N moans and wraps her legs around Jason’s waist. “Y-yes! Your cock is so big. Please go harder. I-I want to cum!” Y/N cries out.
“Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck you harder! I want you to cum with me! I want to feel you cum on this big cock!” he’s panting, he’s giving her everything she wants.
Jason fucks her harder, slams his hips against Y/N’s body. He’s already on the verge of cumming, but he can’t help it. Y/N’s moans are affecting him. Her tight heat is hitting him harder than ever. He knows this’ll be over any second, but he promised her he’ll take his time when they do it again...maybe for round two tonight.
He lowers a hand to rub her engorged clit as he thrusts faster. He’s so close. He’s so close to a hot release and he wants her to cum with him.
“Cum with me, princess. I want to feel you cum so hard,” Jason pants out, his thrusts are crazy and uneven.
Y/N raises her hips so Jason thrusts five times to make her orgasm. She cries out his name. She cums hard and all over his cock. Her walls tighten around him, and she’s sure her body goes into shock. When Y/N looks up with lustful, hazy eyes, she sees Jason’s face contorted in amazement at her.
More than satisfied, Y/N pinches her own nipples and bites her bottom lip. She wants Jason to cum now.
“Cum in me, Jay. Fill me up with your hot, delicious cum. Mmm...I can’t wait to taste it. I want to suck your big, hard cock next,” Y/N says seductively.
Jason’s face adorably scrunches up as his release hits him. He thrusts a few more times, cumming hard like she did, spurting every drop of his cum inside her. His moans drive her wild. He breathes heavily and continues to ride out his orgasm until he has nothing left to spill inside.
He pulls out and drops beside her, but quickly holds her so she doesn’t fall off the couch.
Because just imagine getting a concussion after having an orgasm.
Y/N hums in the afterglow of sex with Jason. She rests her head on his chest as he rubs her back. He kisses her forehead softly. He feels more than okay now but knows there will be plenty to talk about after the sexy haze fades.
Thoughts of living in the countryside flash into his mind. Watching that sunrise, with Y/N’s in his arms, and she’s carrying their child in her womb.
That perfect life appears real now. His dream doesn’t seem impossible to achieve. With Y/N there, everything seems possible.
“Are you okay now?” Y/N asks softly.
Jason grins and looks down at her. He doesn’t quite know what to say but figures he should try.
“With you in my arms, I’m fucking perfect, princess.”
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sashi-ya · 3 years
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{+18} - Law x Fem Best Friend ♥ CH.1
♥ Daily living with the Heart pirates crew AU  ♥ Spoilers after Dressrosa Arc. Law´s backstory.  ♥ Female reader. Little physical description. Everybody is 18+, canon ages.  ♥ TW: Nightmares related to PTSD. no further warnings. If you think I should include some feel free to tell me ♥ ♥English is not my first language, so If you happen to find some grammar or vocab mistakes, I’m sorry ♥´
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31053383
Word count: 4.1K
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Chapter 1
- Polar Tang, somewhere underwater on the Grand Line. July 14th. -
“Ay ay captain, I need fresh air please, I’m dying!” Shouted Bepo asking our captain, and my best friend, Trafalgar D Water Law to please emerge from underwater. Bepo is a polar bear mink, and does not like hot environments, so he is usually hot whenever we pass a lot of time underwater in the submarine.
“Let’s emerge, guys” said Law, annoyed, but willing to make the polar bear feel better. Me, despite not being a polar bear, I’m always hot, so I praised the lord for the decision. 
“Aya aya, Thank you captain!!!” Bepo celebrated and grabbed me by the arm pulling me eagerly to the main door, because he knew how much I love to get fresh air, as much as he does. 
From the control room, Shachi and Penguin shouted, announcing that we can fully unlock the door. And so, we did. Outside there was a clear blue sky, the sun was shining, but apparently, we were close to some winter islands, so the temperature was lower than we were expecting. 
Fresh cold air hit my freckled cheeks and it felt wonderful. “Oi, Y/n-ya, don’t go outside without your coat. You are going to catch a cold”, said Law while placing a white coat over my shoulders. My best friend, despite the unfriendly appearance he normally shows, has the biggest heart and takes care of the one he loves.  
I’ve known him since we were 13 years old, while wandering on a certain island of the North Blue after losing my family.  A few weeks before knowing him, I found the Nagi no mi and became the user of it. So, when we introduced ourselves, we realized I was the new user of the devil fruit that had “Cora-san”, the person that saved Law’s life. Both of us were alone, and sad, so we held onto each other, striving to survive. I wanted to become a doctor like him, so we studied together. Now I’m his right hand whenever we have a surgery. 
“Aren’t you coming outside?” I asked Law, which was still inside, looking through the door with a listlessly gaze at the immense sea around us. He looked at me, sighed and said, “Tomorrow is 15th”.  He didn’t wait for my response and walked away. 
Our captain still misses “Corazón”, Rosinante, or “Cora-san”, as he usually calls him, and on July 15th was his birthday. He was killed by his brother, Donquixote Doflamingo, who was taken down and sent to prison by Law and the Mugiwaras, a few months ago.  I didn’t say a word, mainly because I knew how Law hates to show his feelings and even if I decide to say something, it wasn't going to help at all. The afternoon went by, and while the crew was having fun relaxing on the deck, Law didn’t show up. So, I proceeded to go see him, he usually loves to be alone, but this time I felt he needed some company.  
I headed straight to the kitchen, made his favorite tea and went to his room. “Oi, Doc, you’ve been there for a good 5 hours, I brought your fave tea. Can I come in?”, I asked, but didn’t receive any answer, so I knocked, and the door opened. “I’m sorry dumbass, it was unlocked, I brought some tea for… “I stopped when I saw Law on the floor, with red cheeks, sweated and unconscious holding something red on his hand. “Law, what the hell?” I said while placing my hand over his forehead. His skin was burning. He was running a strong fever that caused him to faint. I was worried because I didn’t know how much time had passed since he had fainted. In any case I needed to make the temperature go down, as quick as possible. 
“Law, Law, are you with me?” I asked him while grabbing him by the shoulders making soft movements. The captain vaguely opened his eyes and said “Y/n-ya… I’m ok, do… don’t worry”, “Of course you are not, your temperature is really high, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this?, come on you should take a bath right away”. He passed his arm around my neck and I grabbed him by his waist. Law is pretty tall, but I am stronger than I seemed, so I made him stand up and took him to the bathroom. 
I turned on the shower and helped Law to undress. Taking off first his sweated white shirt and then unbuttoning his jeans. I left him only with his boxers on, that made me giggle a little ‘because they had a heart pattern all over. 
The laughing was over because he became pretty weak so in order to avoid him falling, I had to grab him real tight, making myself enter to the open douche. We remained for a few seconds looking at each other under the running water, until he slipped a sloppy laugh at how I was becoming wet. “Dumbass don’t laugh” I apprehended him. I remained there for a few minutes letting the slightly cold water bathe his whole body, waiting for the temperature to drop.  I realized I’ve never been that close to him, we usually had zero physical contact, and as weird as it might sound this was the first time, I saw that he has more tattoos than I thought. 
“Sexy motherfucker look what you’ve been hiding”, I thought, but quickly I uprooted those thoughts off my head. “Come on, Y/n, he is like your brother….”. 
I turned off the water, extended my arm out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Wrapped him with it and as I was doing so, I noticed that Law was looking at my chest, still weak but now able to stand up without my help. 
“Take off your wet boxers, I’m not watching” I said, turning my back to him. To which he responded, “I don’t care if you look, you are like my doctor”. 
“Oh, come on, tell me when you are ready”, I said, a little embarrassed.
A few seconds later he told me he was ready and I turned back at him again, realizing that now the towel was hanging from his hip bones, leaving his whole tattooed torso naked, his hair was pretty straight from being wet and his cheeks now don’t show as much blush as before. I admired the image of the handsome man I got before my eyes for less than two seconds and told him to go to bed.  I helped him to get into bed carefully not to untie the white towel, because he was still a little weak. 
“Wait here, I’m going to the infirmary to get you some antipyretics, ok?” I ordered pointing at him. 
I was about to walk out the bedroom when I heard him say “Oi, dumbass, are going out looking like that?, Put on one of my shirts” and I realized that my underwear was showing through the transparency of my wet clothes. I widened my eyes, and my cheeks turned to fire. Without saying anything I opened the drawers grabbing a shirt and some shorts he had there. I ran to the bathroom where I got changed and left the bedroom without even looking at him. 
I walked through the hallway feeling my heartbeat faster, trying to dismiss the embarrassment I was feeling, until I got to the infirmary.
While searching for the medication I asked myself why this whole situation was making me lose my cool so easily, but no answer came out of it.
I then went to the kitchen to grab some water for Law to take the antipyretics and came back to my captain's room. 
I gave him the pills and water and waited for him to take them.
"Let me check on your temperature" I said, and he raised his arm for me to put the thermometer under his armpit. "I don't want to feel sick; I hate those pills you gave me", complaining and acting almost as if he was a little boy. I remember when we were younger. He rarely got sick after he cured himself from the amber lead disease, but whenever he felt bad, he acted as he was a kid. I always thought that was really cute and today it wasn't the exception. I teased him a little bit for being a capricious little child and he smiled, gave him shorts, because his temperature was getting lower.  I asked him if he was hungry and he assented. 
 The whole crew was still having fun on the deck, so I went back to the kitchen and made Law some soup. 
I brought the meal to the room that he devoured, despite feeling sick. We chatted a little bit until he fell asleep. "How angelic you seem sleeping and acting as a child, Law…" I whispered while contemplating his face that was slightly illuminated by the moonshine that enters from one of the little windows. 
Suddenly, something on the floor caught my eyes. It was some sort of red cloth. Picking it up I realized it was Law’s most precious treasure, Cora-san’s hat, that he was holding when I found him on the floor. I put the hat next to his face and caressed his cheek softly, "Sleep tight, Law, Corasan and I will take care of you tonight”. 
A few hours passed and the bustle of the crew slowly turned to silence as they went to bed. 
Sitting on bed next to him I must have fallen asleep until I was woken up by some grunts. Law was still asleep, but he seemed uncomfortable, he was again starting to sweat, and a few tears were running through his cheeks. I placed my hand over his forehead and his skin was burning once more, not only was he having one of those nightmares he always has, but also his fever was getting serious again. 
I went to the bathroom, got some towels wet and put them over his face and under his armpits. 
I held his hand and softly said “everything is going to be ok, Law”. You see, when someone has nightmares related to PTSD it's better not to wake them up instantly. With Law it has always been better if I slowly do it, making sure I am there for him.  He woke up, looking at me embarrassed but relieved I was there to tell him it was just a bad nightmare. 
The night went by, with me frequently changing the wet towels for more cold ones and the fever slowly stopped. My best friend went back to sleep until the next morning. 
The sunrise was invading timidly the room and the clock strikes 7 am. Time for Law to take the medicine again, I said and stand up from bed. 
I headed to the kitchen to prepare some tea and bring a glass of water to my patient.  
When I got there, I saw Penguin and Bepo looting the fridge. "Excuse me? What are you both doing?" I shouted, scaring the hell out of both of my nakamas. "Aya aya Y/n, you are gonna kill us!!". But after looking at me both of them changed their facial expression from scared to confused.  "Y/n, are you wearing the Captain's clothes? “asked Penguin, scanning my whole image from head to toe. "They suit you, really". “Whatever you are trying to suggest, stop it right there, you little shit” I said frowning and continued, “Law is sick as hell, he had a fever all night long, I’m taking care of him. He is still sleeping, don't run to him, especially you, Bepo.” I sentenced the Bear that was about to run through the hallway to hug his captain. 
“Law, oi Law, wake up, you have to take your meds”, I whisper to wake him up. Slowly he opened his eyes, letting myself admire the bold grey irises that were looking at me. He gave me a weak smile and sited on the bed, grabbed the glass of water and chugged it with the pill.  “How are you doing? feeling better?”, I asked. “uhm, I am”. “Go back to sleep, then, you should rest”, I suggested - ordered - him. He nodded getting under the sheets again, covering his face with them. A little laugh slipped out of my mouth until he said “Y/n.. can you… stay here with me? If you don’t want to, it's ok.”. How cute he acts when he wants some care… “Of course, I’m staying here, I’ve been here the whole night, what makes you think I’m leaving you now?”. A silence invaded the room, until he broke it with “Thank you, do you mind getting in bed with me?”. We have slept in the same bed before when we were younger so at first it didn't surprise me, but then, something hit my insides. I didn't know why but It made me nervous. Nevertheless, I acted cool and agreed, "Ok, make some space". 
Law moved and I got under the sheets. My body didn't know how to react, so I stayed laying down facing him until he buried his face onto my chest hugging me by my waist, really tight. I put one hand over his hair and place my other hand on his back caressing it softly up and down. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was crying as my t-shirt began to have wet spots where his face was. He then placed his ear onto my chest, as he was trying to feel the beating of my heart and said, "I needed to hear your heartbeat, I don't want to ever stop hearing it". There weren't words to be said, I knew what he meant, so I simply gave him a kiss on his head and hugged him even harder.  
We both passed out at some point until a well-known voice woke me up saying "Daaaaaamn the captain and vice-captain are sleeping together!!!" Shachi was shouting and I realized I had the whole crew watching us from the door. The image they saw Included Law half naked, myself with my shirt up letting my back and stomach out, Law's hand over my waist and his head over my breasts, my leg over Law's legs. The perfect image to imagine every sexual situation. 
"It is not what you all are thinking! Law is sick, shut up!" I told everybody as I stranded up from bed arranging my clothes. The whole crew was laughing and making a fuss of it. “Hey, get out, Law didn’t get so much sleep last night, shut the hell up!” ... As I finished my sentence, I regretted it instantly and everybody started to laugh. Suddenly everyone shut up. I saw their faces turned to happy to fully serious followed by the voice of my captain saying “Oi, all of you, prepare to submerge. Bepo, resume the course to our destination, tomorrow we have to arrive at the next island, I don’t know why you all are wasting time. And, remember this is the last time you disrespect your Vice Captain. Is that clear?”, “Yes, Captain. We are sorry. Excuse us Y/n”, said everybody in unison, and rushed to their positions. 
I grabbed my face with both of my hands, I wanted to hide for a week. Law approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder saying, “don’t worry, they ‘ve always been like this, it’s ok”. I sighed hard and turned my face to him. He looked better than yesterday but still needed to rest. “Are you feeling better?” I asked him, and he nodded. 
I told him to go get some more rest, that I was going to have a bath and get some rest too, and then come back to check on him, and left to my room. 
Only Law and I have private rooms, so I was going to be safe from the looks of our nakamas as long as I didn't leave. 
I open the faucet and let the water fill my bathtub. Undressed and left Law’s clothes aside for me to clean them after and return them to him. I realized I had left my wet clothes and underwear on Law’s bathroom, but I didn’t stress much about it, he wouldn't see them, because I left them in the laundry bin. I relaxed for a few minutes in the hot water until the image of Law’s body covered in tattoos, hit my thoughts. 
Suddenly I discovered myself enjoying the fond memories of his anatomy. He had become such a grown-up man throughout all of these years, and I didn’t realize about it until last night. I wonder if he thinks the same way about me…? My mind sailed through the memoirs of yesterday, seeing his body covered in sweat, having him close under the shower, the feeling of his skin on my hands, his face over my breasts, him holding me from my waist, being in the same bed… every memory was making my body react and… I shook those thoughts out of my head. What the hell am I thinking? Law is my best friend; he is like family. Stop Y/n, stop right there. 
After eating something I headed to Law’s bedroom and stood up in front of the closed door. I’ve never felt the need to rehearse what I was going to say to him, but this time, I did. I felt the need. To my surprise I heard from behind the door as If someone was breathing with trouble, little moans perhaps. So, I instantly thought that my best friend was again running a fever, perhaps having trouble breathing. I opened the door without even knocking, worried and expecting to found Law suffering. I tripped and fell on my knees and what I saw next, was something far from distress or sickness… 
 There he was, sitting on his bed, fully naked, holding my bra with his left hand, breathing heavily, arching his back and neck with his head thrown back. His right hand stroking his hard member up and down, violently. 
I was still on my knees when he concluded someone had entered his room, and as fast as he could said “Room… Takt” and closed the door behind me with the simple movement of two fingers. “La… law… what… I mean, I’m sorry, I’m…” I barely mumbled still with my mouth open, unable to move, mortified for interrupting such a private practice. But at the same time unable to understand why the hell he had my bra on his hand while touching himself. 
He looked at me, still naked, meeting our eyes, both without even moving. Until he expressed a little smile and stood up. Me still on my knees, I contemplated him and his glorious body reaching to where I was. He stopped in front of me, grabbed my chin up in between two fingers. “Wha.. what are you doing, Law?” I asked, even though I didn’t take my eyes off him. “Shh…” he said rubbing his thumb over my lips and softly opening my mouth…
“Puru puru puru puru” the Den Den mushi next to my bed woke me up from my dream exalted. “Oh… It was just a dream…” I said and picked up the snail transponder. “Y/n, dinner is ready, you haven’t eaten anything all day, come to the dining area!”, I heard my nakamas shout through the speaker. 
I washed my face and looked into the mirror. My cheeks were red, my head was spinning, I was agitated, sweaty. I replayed the dream over and over, it felt so real… so… enticing. 
When I got to the kitchen my nakamas were already drinking beer and shouting as always, Law was seated on his usual spot, and Bepo was passing plates. “Oi Vice Captain! have a drink!!” some of them shouted, while Bepo handed me a big bowl of my favorite meal, read bean soup.  Shachi, who was seated next to me, bumped me with his elbow and said, “Oi, the dinner was chosen by the Captain specially ‘because he said it was your fave, fufufu…  are you both sleeping together again tonight”? I turned my face to him with the most psychotic expression I’ve ever had… “I’m sorry”, he said and directed his gaze to his plate. 
I looked at Law who smirked a little and kept eating without any talking. I gave him a little side smile and did the same. He had a better semblance than the night before, so I think his fever hasn't come back since last night. 
We finished eating and discussed the plan for tomorrow. We were supposed to arrive at a new island in the morning, not for anything special but for us to buy food and supplies needed. Usually, the whole crew divides the work, so some of them buy food, the others stuff for the submarine, and normally Law and I take care of buying medical supplies. 
Through all the conversation I was trying to avoid looking at Law as much as I could. Whenever our gaze locked, I remembered the dream over and over… I felt guilty, stupid. My cheeks burned every time I replayed it on my head. 
After having the plan settled, I waved goodnight to everybody, and left the kitchen. I was almost running through the corridor to get to my room as if I was trying to hide when I remembered that my underwear and clothes were still in Law's bathroom. 
“Ok, he is not here, this is my chance, I just have to recuperate them and run to my room”, I said while entering my best friend's bedroom.
I was scrutinizing the laundry bin in the bathroom, when I heard the door of the bedroom close. I stood still. "Damn, what should I do?" … so, I decided to use my devil fruit powers in order to avoid making any sound until I was able to figure out what I was going to do. I mean, I couldn't just get out of the bathroom like nothing happened, what would Law think? 
As the bathroom door was not fully closed, I was able to peek through it and observe what Law was doing. 
The captain took off his hat first, and then his shirt. He jumped on the bed and grabbed a book.
I was hoping for him to read some more and fell asleep, so in that moment I could get out from my now hiding spot. 
Twenty minutes passed and he was still reading. Meanwhile I admired every movement he did. From brushing his hair back, to how he licked his finger to turn the pages. My core felt fancy, I couldn’t escape from watching, deep down I wished for him to even untied his pants. I wanted to see more…  
Finally, he put the book down and turned off the lamp.  
"YES! FINALLY!" I said getting excited for my big escape but suddenly he said, "I know you are in the bathroom; I don't need to hear you to sense you, you know?". 
I froze, closed my eyes and remembered how strong his Observation haki got during the last months. I didn't say anything simply because I didn't know what to say. 
" Room… Shambles!", and without any warning I was teletransported to his bed. My ass hit the mattress hard making myself lose stability falling with my whole face over his lower abs. 
The scent of his skin invaded my nose for less than a few seconds, because I regained my posture as quickly as possible. "Law, how many times I have to tell you not to use shambles with me without any warning?!!" I scolded him. "Excuse me? You've been hiding in MY bathroom for almost half an hour and I'm the one who gets shouted at?" He said, frowning and staring into my eyes. “I was trying to recover my clothes, I wasn’t trying to hide…”, I confess, to which he responded this time laughing, “Don’t lie, I’m sure you are into voyeurism”. Widening my eyes, still seated on his bed, covering my mouth, my cheeks blushing, my heart beating faster, I was embarrassed, because deep down, after all it was what I was doing. I was enjoying the view from the bathroom, I wanted to see more, I wished I could witness an image as my dream…
“I’m kidding…”, he said ruffling my hair and smiling. God, I love his smile… I wasn’t still saying anything back when he came close to my face, and whispered into my ears, “unless… you like it…”
Chapter 2
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Summary: A cool breeze nipped at your exposed legs, causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. You were curled into your comforter, comfy and safe, your cheek pressed against your pillow. Lips pursed and a small amount of drool seeping into the fabric. A creak came from the corner of your room, slightly rousing you from your slumber. You glanced around, your drooping eyelids barely taking in the scene. In your sleep riddled state, you didn't see him, his large figure stalking towards you. The whites of his eyes shining in the moonlight, it wasn't until you felt a palm slide up your side. Following the natural contours of your body, the warmth emanating from it lulling you to sleep once again. A dip in the mattress, the springs creaking under the weight. 
Hot breath fanned over your neck, soft lips pressing onto the back of your ear. A deep hum filling your senses, you sighed. Cuddling back into the figure, wanting to get closer to the warm entity. A low chuckle sounded behind you, and then... 
Nothing. 
TW/CW: This is dark shit, like explicitly horrible shit happens in this. However, I enjoy reading dark fics, and I super loved Stalker Clyde by @clumsycopy​ & was inspired by the oneshot EOS by @thetorturerwrites and I wanted to write something with the sameish tone for Halloween. NSFW, Violence, Murder, Non-con elements, Domestic Violence, Surgery, Explicit sex, oral sex, anal sex, sex toys, miscarriage, mental manipulation, stockholm syndrome, waterboarding, forced feeding, Animal abuse (just a brief mention, I do not go into any detail). 
“Is it-Are we rolling?” 
“Yeah, we’re rolling.” 
“Okay, great,” a sigh of relief. 
You shifted in your chair, smoothing back your hair and itching the microphone that was attached to your shirt collar. Crossing and recrossing your legs, you should’ve worn pants, a skirt was a stupid idea with these boots. You gave a weak smile to the woman across from you, her white teeth flashing the cameras all around the sound stage. 
“Okay,” she looked into the lens, “We are here tonight with one of the victims of the famous 2020 murder trial from New York. She went through over five years of repeated abuse at the hands of her kidnapper, all while he was out killing people around the city.” She turned to you, nodding her head as a show for you to react to the TV. “It’s so nice to have you here, Miss (Y/N).” 
You cleared your throat, shifting once more, “Thank you, it’s a pleasure to be here.” 
“How are you doing?” 
You bit back a scoff, what a stupid thing to ask. After that introduction, what was she expecting you to say, ‘oh I’m fucking fantastic, I’ve been running since the day he was sent to prison and going through intense psycho-therapy to rid myself of Stockholm syndrome.’. 
“I’m great,” you faked a smile, “Always nice to visit New York again.” 
“I’m sure,” she smiled once more, all you could think about were the wrinkles on her face, the crows feet on the corner of her eyes. She must get botox for working at a news station, there’s no way her skin is on with just natural confidence. 
“When was the last time you visited?” 
You had to stop yourself from blurting out an answer, knowing that this would be on national television. Which you knew federal prisons watched, you wouldn’t want to give away any of your whereabouts since the incident. “Uh-it’s been a few years, I haven’t had much reason to be back. My life has shifted to another part of the world.” 
“That’s fantastic! So you’ve been doing well for yourself the past six years?” 
“Yeah,” you gave a genuine smile, “It’s been tough, no off days really. Trying to gain some normalcy from it all, but I’ve done well. I live relatively fearless, of everything.” 
“We have you here because of a break in your case, as I’m sure you know.” 
You gave a grim nod. 
It’s all anyone wanted to talk about since the story flashed on the news last week. Leaving your once quiet home filled with reporters. You weren’t even home when it happened, out getting groceries, gripping your sons’ hands firmly as you walked the aisles. Letting him pick out some snacks for his lunchbox, like any mother would, when your phone blew up. 
Dozens of messages, calls, articles, you name it. 
All with his face plastered on it. 
Convicted murderer and kidnapper, Kylo Ren, has requested the death penalty. After being found attempting to escape federal prison for the 6th time in the past five years. The convict claims that he ‘would rather die than live another day rotting in his cell’. Dropping all the appeals cases that his lawyers have been pushing since his initial sentencing. 
The former New York state governor was on trial for murderering and disemboweling 9 separate victims and kidnapping an 18-year-old girl. He kept her in his basement as his sex slave for close to 3 years before he married her, the young girl escaping into the streets when she was just 22 years old. Covered from head to toe in gashes, blood, and bruises. Claiming that her husband had beaten her within an inch of her life. 
The subsequent trial lasted three months after his arrest. Leading to him being convicted of first-degree murder, rape, and domestic assault. He was sentenced to life in prison, his then-wife was placed under medical care for an undetermined time. 
Mr. Ren has tried to get his charges appealed since the initial sentencing, claiming that his wife was mentally insane and an unfit witness. Along with other claims that include bribing members of the jury to change their verdicts. The whereabouts of Mr. Ren’s ex-wife is unknown, but he claims that he has kept tabs on her even from ‘the inside’. 
“Your kidnapper is being put on death row, which isn’t allowed in the state of New York. Which means he is being transferred over state lines to another prison. However, it hasn’t been revealed where he is being brought because of people interfering with the swap. How do you feel about that?” 
You chewed your cheek, thinking for a moment. There was no way he did this willingly, Ren was never someone to take the easy way out. The last time you heard from him was three years ago, on your son’s birthday. 
Receiving a call from the prison, the only one you had gotten since the sentencing. 
You remember picking up the phone, throat going dry as you whispered that you accepted the charges. Waiting for the operator to connect you to him, after three long years without his voice. 
“Hello, love.” 
“What,” you whispered, stepping away from the living room of screaming toddlers. Your boyfriend gave you a weird look when your face went white as a ghost. “What do you want, Ren?” 
“How are you? Doing well I hope?” 
You huffed, moving into your kitchen and ripping a bottle of wine out of the fridge. Taking a drink as you snarled, “Just tell me what shitty thing you have to say so I can go back to my family.” 
“Oh, yes. Your family.” he sighed, “And what a sweet family it is… little Luke is how old now? I would think he would be about… three.” 
“How do you know about my son?” 
“Hm.” 
“I don’t think he’s just yours.” 
“You shut your mouth, Luke is not your son. I’m going to hang up if you don’t get to the point.” 
“He’s growing up so well. Hairs getting longer, but I know you like to keep it short. But he complained about his ears last time-so big.” 
You took a deep breath, peaking into the living room. Just in time to see your baby boy, smiling and laughing with his friends. Sitting in your boyfriends’ lap, tearing into presents. His big eyes shone with tears of joy when he ripped through a gift that was his favorite color, red. A squeal so loud it could’ve shattered a window, pulling out a giant plush toy. It was like a penguin-mixed with a little dog, no nose, and some sharp fangs. From one of his favorite TV shows, along with a card and some other little toys. 
“Tell me, love,” he chuckled, “Does he like his present? He sounds over the moon about it through the speaker. What I wouldn’t give to be there to run my fingers through his dark hair, look him in the eyes and tell him how much his father loves him.” 
You made Luke sleep in bed with you that night, holding his small body flush with yours. Running your fingers through his curls as he snored into your chest, small tracks of drool seeping into your nightshirt. Trembling as you stared at the shadows, dancing across the bedroom from the window. Full moon shining, you could’ve sworn the floor was creaking downstairs, the sound of footsteps climbing towards your room rang in your ears. 
You didn’t sleep that night, staring into your son’s face as he woke. Blinking awake to smile as you, his grin reaching across his face. All the way to his ears, large ears, covered by his almost black waves. His long lashes fluttering as he greeted you, “Hi mama.” 
His eyes. 
Fuck. 
One of them your eye color, shining back at you. But the other, it was his. 
Deep auburn, shining in the sunlight. Daring you to challenge him, defy him, prove him wrong, anything that would allow him to unleash whatever hell lived under his skin. Flowed through his blood, tainting every corner of your psyche. His child, the one you hid from the world. Moving as far away as you could, claiming it was your boyfriends’ child. 
But he knew. 
And Luke was starting to notice. 
“I feel,” you looked at your hands, forcing them into fists to stop them from shaking, “Just fine, he’s not in my life anymore. Just a small chapter in the book of my story, I hope that he finds peace. Wherever he goes.” 
“Peace? For a man that almost killed you multiple times?” 
You nodded, “Yeah, I do. I can’t change who he is, or what he’s done. I can just try as hard as I can to move on. And if being on death row will help him find what he’s looking for then I wish him the best of luck.” 
She gave you a weird look, shifting in her seat, “Do you think it says anything about his guilt?” 
“Guilt?” 
“Yes, for the past six years he has never acknowledged that he was guilty. Claiming that the jury and witnesses were bought and that you were mentally unstable-making up half the accusations against him. Do you think that him asking for the death penalty is a way of admitting that he was guilty?” 
“Hell no,” you blurted out, eyes going wide at the camera, “Oh-can I swear? I’m so sorry.” 
She laughed you off, “You’re fine, we can blur it out. But you sound so confident? Do you think he believes that he’s done nothing wrong?” 
Now it was your turn to laugh, “Not to repeat myself but, hell no. That man knows, he’s very conscious of his decisions. Everything has a purpose, everything is done for a reason, Ren doesn’t waste his energy on doing something for no benefit.” 
“What would be the benefit of being put on death row?” 
You sighed, thinking about Ren, trying to get into his mindset to see how he could angle the sentencing changing. Letting out a sharp laugh as you rubbed your eyes, “Well-you said it earlier.” 
She looked at you confused. 
“New York doesn’t have the death penalty.” 
New York doesn’t have the death penalty. 
New York doesn’t have the death penalty. 
New York doesn’t have the death penalty. 
“Oh my god,” you whispered, looking around the room frantically. “Oh my god-oh my god-oh my GOD-New York doesn’t have the death penalty!” you screamed, shooting out of the chair. Grasping the reporter by her shoulders and shaking her violently, “He knew! He knew I was coming here! He’s gonna take him!” 
“Miss (Y/N),” the reporters and security officers yelled. Trying to calm you down, but no, she had said it. 
New York doesn’t have the death penalty. 
You ran from the TV station, hailing a cab on the packed streets. Frantically calling your boyfriend over and over, he was at home. Back in Nevada… where the death penalty is legal, with Luke. He wouldn’t pick up, the dial tone ringing three times before his voice sang through the speaker. 
You wailed in the back of the cab, calling everyone you knew back at home. Asking if they could go get Luke from school, if they had seen him that day. Anything to try prove false the sick feeling in your stomach you knew was true. 
Running through airport security as fast as you could, taking the first flight back home. You prayed on the way that your boyfriend had Luke, safe and sound, back at home. Hopefully, curled in his red blanket, snuggling the stuffed animal he got that faithful birthday. 
Even though no one knew where it came from. 
Luke wouldn’t let you get rid of it. 
Claiming his daddy gave it to him. 
You just let him have it, he was three there was no way he would let you take his toy away once he had held it to his chest. Kissing it with his full lips, dragging it around the house every fucking day. It was his best friend, from the moment he saw it. 
You cried on the plane, realizing too late that the gift was from him. 
His real father. 
Watching after his miracle child. 
When you touched down in Las Vegas, your phone blew up. Your stomach flipping as you read through the messages from your boyfriend, explaining that he let your friend pick Luke up from school. The same friend claimed that your boyfriend had picked him up, Luke’s teacher calling to let you know someone in a black Porsche picked him up. 
Whisking away his child from under your nose. 
You choked on your tears as you read the message from his teacher, telling you how happy Luke was when he left. How he ran into your new boyfriend's arms, like he had known him for his entire life. She told you that he had introduced himself, Ben was just the most amazing father figure she had ever met. Stowing away Luke, surrounded by toys and chocolate when she waved them off. 
After you gathered your luggage you walked towards the cabs out front. Stopping cold in your tracks when you saw a chauffeur holding a sign that said your old name. 
Mrs. Ren. 
You climbed in, body feeling numb. 
Your phone dinged, a picture being sent to you from an unknown number. 
A picture of Luke, held tightly against his real father’s chest. Drifting off to sleep in his strong arms that once choked you to death. 
See you at home love, we miss you. 
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I wanted baby luke to say something like ‘my daddy visits me at night’ but it was too on the nose. 
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peterxwade24 · 3 years
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BWYD Shorts
Marinette and Selina
This is just a little "short" I wrote that focuses on Marinette and Selina.
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Enjoy~
Marinette knew she wasn’t supposed to leave the house at night, she wasn’t even supposed to be in the cave after they left to go patrol for the night (by the Spear of Athena! Ubaba would’ve grounded her to her bedroom if he knew), so she wasn’t sure how she was going to explain to Ubaba that she’d left the house at night after she’d been in the cave after they left to go patrol for the night. All Marinette knew was that she knew of at least one place where she would be fine, where she could call Oiseaux bleu or Jay-Jay to come get her, and that was Robinson Park. However, she was lost. She was lost somewhere between the external cave entrance and Robinson Park. She had Harley’s phone number, she could text Harley but Harley was currently unavailable. Ubaba had busted her doing something terrible and had put her in “time-out” so she couldn’t reach her.
Marinette was lost in thought when she felt a slender arm wrap around her waist before she was pulled up against a lean but muscular chest. She turned her head to look at the face of her maybe abductor, but his face was obstructed by a helmet. A scream bubbled up in her throat but before it could escape, she felt a rumble in his chest as though he was humming.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you. Nothing will happen to you as long as I am here, as long as you are with me. No one would dare mess with you as long as you are with me, well, except for the Bat and his collection of Clay Pigeons.” His voice was even but deep, giving off a comforting vibe.
Under any other situation, if Marinette was any other child, his words would have comforted her. But, because she was Marinette, because she wasn’t any other child, wasn’t any other little girl, his words shook her to her core. “You’re Deadshot.” Marinette had heard several of her brothers complaining about the way he only ever referred to them as Clay Pigeons, tools of their father. “You’re Deadshot and my dad is going to kill me.”
The duo moved through the city silently, Deadshot carrying Marinette across a bridge into Penguin’s sector. He was hellbent on taking her all the way to the Iceberg Lounge when Marinette saw a black figure in the shadows, the glint off of the goggles giving away the figure’s identity.
“Belle-mère!” Marinette’s voice would have carried to the woman regardless of their human hearing because the woman was advancing on Deadshot, had been since she recognized the girl in his arms.
Catwoman landed in front of the duo, effectively cutting off Deadshot’s path to the Lounge. “What do we have here?” Catwoman’s voice took on the barely there maternal tone that she only used with Marinette and her siblings. “Are you a kidnapper now? Where’d you get the girl Floyd?’
“Found this little stray wandering the streets.” Deadshot, Floyd her mind corrected, looked at Catwoman and couldn’t understand why she’d used his real name.
“Give her here.” Catwoman demanded, knowing that someone else had to have seen them at this point and that she had a narrow window to get Marinette back to the manor before the Bat descended on their location and freaked out.
“Why do you care?” Deadshot asked, holding Marinette tighter against his chest.
“Belle-mère. Ubaba va me tuer. I wasn’t, I’m not supposed to be out here.” Marinette looked into the woman’s eyes and pleaded with everything she had. “Please get me home.”
“Give me just a minute Kitten, Floyd is a tricky fish.” Catwoman call me Selina Kitten soothed the girl with a smile on her face.
Deadshot froze for a moment, before looking between the girl in his arms and the sometimes Rogue in front of him. “‘Kitten’?” He took a moment to gather his thoughts before his eyes seemed to blow wide. “You only call one person Kitten, the person you call Kitten is your fiancée’s kid. Oh my God I just almost kidnapped Bat’s kid.” Deadshot hastily shoved Marinette into Selina’s arms before booking it in the other direction.
“It’s okay now Kitten, let me take you home and we can have some hot cocoa.” Selina tucked Marinette’s face into her neck and held the girl against her chest while she ran as fast as she could back to the manor.
Selina had Marinette in night clothes and in the kitchen drinking hot cocoa before Bruce reentered the manor. The two girls had matching grins on their faces, Selina sat on the counter against the fridge with Marinette in her lap.
Marinette learned a lesson that night, that Selina would always have her back.
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Yes Selina calls Marinette Kitten, she's the only Wayne who gets called Kitten.
Belle-mère means Step-Mother according to google translate while "va me tuer" means "is going to kill me" also according to google translate. Both phrases are French (supposedly).
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anubislover · 4 years
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Not So Easily Replaced
(Ikkaku is pissed at how idiotic her crew has been while on Amazon Lily, so she does what she's always done - vents about it to Law to let off some steam. Unfortunately, when an argument breaks out between them, she's left to wonder if she's really appreciated by her nakama)
“Ugh!” Ikkaku growled, stomping into Law’s office with his second afternoon coffee and a selection of onigiri on a tray. Normally lunch delivery wasn’t her job, but since all the men had been “too busy” fawning over the women of Amazon Lily outside, the menial task had fallen to her; otherwise their workaholic captain wouldn’t eat. “I swear, Boss, if we don’t set sail soon, I’m going to strangle every guy on board!”
“Hmmm,” Law grunted absently as he poured over his notes. Ikkaku didn’t hold his monosyllabic response against him—he’d spent the past few days fixing up that Straw Hat kid and the Fishman. On top of that, the extensive treatments had basically depleted their medical supplies, Straw Hat’s freak-out upon waking up had wrecked more than half the operatory, and the Kuja had been pretty stingy with letting them replenish their food and water from the island, so she was sure he had plenty on his mind. The dark bags under his eyes attested to that.
That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to vent, though. Honestly, if she didn’t, she’d probably snap and end up going on a killing spree or something. Only Bepo and Law would be spared; the Mink had no interest in human women and thus hadn’t been an obnoxious Neanderthal, and Law had been too focused on keeping his patients and crew alive to drool over Boa Hancock.
Hell, when her captain was like this, Ikkaku could literally say anything and he wouldn’t even register it. It took a lot to snap Law out of his thoughts, and he’d never really seemed to mind when she ranted at him to let off steam. Mainly because once she was done, she was usually calm enough to take care of the situation herself, leaving Law in peace and with a non-murdered crew. A happy engineer made for a happy submarine, after all.
Setting the coffee and onigiri down onto the desk, Ikkaku continued, “They act like they’ve never seen a hot chick in their lives. I mean, what am I, chopped liver? They should be thanking the gods that they get to look at my gorgeous face every damn day!” The statement was accompanied by a dramatic toss of her curly hair. When Ikkaku felt strongly about something, she tended to gesticulate a lot, and this was no exception.
“Uh huh.”
She leaned against the edge of Law’s desk, hands waving about as she ranted. “Not that I want them to start lusting after me, but it hurts a girl’s pride, ya know? They could at least acknowledge what a hot piece of ass I am instead of acting like I’m some ugly hag.” She clenched her fist as she recalled how, just that morning, Shachi and Clione had basically given a lecture to the whole crew over breakfast about the superior physique the Kuja displayed compared to the average woman. There had been charts and everything, and to her dismay the silhouette for the “average” woman looked suspiciously like her.
“And that’s not the end of it!” she rambled on, smacking her hand against the desk for emphasis. “When I’m not ignored or insulted, they try to convince me to go out into the jungle to talk to the Kuja for them! I mean, I’m probably the one least likely to be killed outright, but it’s not guaranteed! They might fill me with arrows just for being affiliated with men! Are they really willing to risk my life like that?”
Her question didn’t get an answer—not because Law wasn’t paying attention, but because at that moment, her emotive gesticulating accidentally smacked her wrist into his coffee mug, knocking it over.
“Mother fucker!” Law shouted, scalding coffee spilling all over his crotch and papers.
“Oh my god, Law, I’m so sorry—”
“Will you shut up?!” he snapped, grabbing his nearby lab coat to frantically soak up the scalding coffee that had spilled across his crotch. “Don’t just stand there—get some towels!”
Nodding mutely, she ran to the en-suite bathroom and snatched up every towel she could find in the cupboard. “Here,” she said, trying to hand them to him so he could clean himself up.
“My desk, damn it! Save my notes!”
Immediately she swept the pile furthest from the spill to the floor and began patting down the desk, but she knew it was already too late; the coffee had completely soaked through several of the papers that had been strewn across the stainless steel surface.
“Law, really, I’m so sorry!” she apologized hoarsely, flinching as he turned the full force of his sleep-deprived glare upon her.
“Maybe if you’d fucking been watching what you were doing instead of ranting on and on, none of this would have happened!” he shouted, well and truly pissed. Not that she blamed him—a week’s worth of important medical and inventory notes was now a brown, sopping mess. On top of that, first-degree crotch burns would sour anyone’s mood, especially when they were only running on an average of three hours of sleep.
“It’ll be ok,” she assured, assessing the damage. To an average person, the mess was a disaster, but while the charts and notes that had been in the immediate spill zone were soaked through and ruined, many of the others could be salvaged thanks to Law’s powers. “Just Room the coffee out of the papers—”
“Do you have any idea how much time and effort you just flushed down the toilet?” he snapped, even as the familiar blue bubble filled the office. Drops of coffee were pulled from the sheets of paper like magic, but to Ikkaku’s dismay, much of the ink left behind was still smudged beyond recognition. “You’re lucky that wasn’t Mugiwara-ya’s medical file you just destroyed!”
“Law, really, I’m sorry,” she said, trying to calm him down. Her usually chill captain was far more volatile when stressed and sleep-deprived. “It was a stupid accident on my part. I’ll help you rewrite all of this.”
“Hell no,” he growled, gold eyes narrowing furiously, the tendons in his thin neck tightening as he ground his teeth together. “The last thing I need is you going on another stupid rant and ruining my notes again. Get the fuck out—I’ve got more important things to do than listen to you bitch and moan about how the guys aren’t paying attention to you.”
“Tha—that’s not what I’m angry about at all!” she snapped.
“Then what is your fucking problem?!”
“My problem is that the guys were being jackasses and I’m not appreciated around here!”
“Well if you don’t like it, leave!”
Ikkaku’s back stiffened, each syllable cutting into her heart like Law’s sharpest scalpel. Those words…it was the exact same thing her old boss would say whenever she complained about her asshole coworkers’ creepy leers or “accidental” groping. The greasy old mechanic was a sexist pig, but still the only one in that shit port that had been willing to take her on as an apprentice. It had always been an unspoken threat—if she left, no one else would hire her, so she could kiss her dreams of becoming a world-class engineer good-bye.
Trafalgar Law had changed that with his offer to join the Heart Pirates.
And now he was telling her to leave, too. To give up her dream, her nakama, and her home because she wasn’t willing to put up with a little sexism.
As if he could replace her in a heartbeat.
The thought hurt more than expected. She’d worked her ass off aboard the Polar Tang. For five years she’d toiled in the heart of the engine room, maintaining every little piece. She kept the gears turning, the motors humming, and the propellers running. Just from sound and the slightest vibrations through the ship, she knew exactly what was wrong with the engine at any given time.
Ikkaku had never asked for praise or recognition for her hard work—it was just her job. But she was as knowledgeable about the mechanisms of the submarine as Law was of the human body. She had always assumed he’d quietly acknowledged this fact and respected her for it.
Clearly, she’d been wrong.
She nearly screamed all this at him, but before she could open her mouth, the blue light of Law’s Room encased her, and in a blink, she was out in the hall, the cabin door slamming shut in her face.
Knowing better than to try and force her way back into his quarters, Ikkaku instead stormed down the steel hallway, fists clenched and muttering furiously to herself. Maybe she would leave. March right up to Boa Hancock and ask to join the Kuja. That would show them! She didn’t need Law, or the Tang, or men at all! She’d get along just fine without those jerks! Sure, Amazon Lily didn’t have any of the high-tech machinery she was used to, and working for a shichibukai wasn’t exactly something she was thrilled about, but at least they’d appreciate her, right? She had other skills—she was a hell of a tattoo artist, and was a damn fine shot, and could kickbox, and…
Her pace slowed as her heart forced her brain to accept the truth—she didn’t want to leave. She’d go crazy without machines and engines to work on. And sure, she was no slouch in a fight, but the Kuja were warrior women trained from birth. Ikkaku would look like a total weakling next to them.
And no matter how much the crew pissed her off, she wouldn’t trade her nakama for anything. Sure, they could be thoughtless jerks sometimes, but they could also be really sweet. Bepo may not have been much for girl talk, but he was always willing to lend an ear if she needed companionship. Her fellow engineers, Malamute and Skua, were dependable and shared her love of machines. Shachi was always down to help her pull a prank, and when he wasn’t drooling over the Kuja, Penguin could be counted on to talk her through her problems.
As for Law…by this point, he was more like her big brother than her actual brothers had been. They shared a similar devious sense of humor, was discreet about any feminine issues she might have that, as the ship’s doctor, he was forced to deal with, and he’d even played wingman for her a few times at the taverns they’d stopped in.
Had she just ruined all of that? Was Law just angry, or had this been coming for a long time? Law had threatened to fire her plenty of times in the past, usually in response to her back sassing him, but he’d never been serious about it. This time had been different—he’d been legitimately pissed at her. Maybe those teasing threats hadn’t been jokes, but subtle warnings, and her ruining all those papers had simply been the straw to break the camel’s back?
Ikkaku was deep in thought, mentally going over every encounter she’d had with Law with a fine-toothed comb, searching for any clue whether he seriously thought she should leave, when she quite literally bumped into Bepo.
The Mink took in her flushed, angry expression and asked, “Are you ok, Ikkaku?”
Oddly enough, it was that simple, gentle question that shattered her composure like a bullet through a bone, and without even thinking she buried her face in his soft fur and just broke down crying. “He told me to leave, Bepo,” she sobbed, scared and hurt and frustrated. For all the grief her crewmates had given her and all the dangerous positions being a pirate had put her in, Ikkaku loved being a Heart. Where would she go? She’d never find another ship like the Polar Tang. Another crew like the Heart Pirates. Another captain like Trafalgar Law.
Bepo, though shocked that the normally fiery and confident engineer was using his fur as a tissue, didn’t say anything—he just carefully rubbed her back and hoped that letting her treat him like a massive teddy bear would calm her down enough to explain what had happened.
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“Ok, real talk—has anyone noticed anything…different about Ikkaku lately?” Penguin asked as he sat down to lunch.
“You’d have to actually see her to notice something,” Shachi replied, brow furrowing. He glanced over at Uni, raising an eyebrow behind his sunglasses. “You been giving her stealth lessons or something?”
Uni frowned behind his bandana. “No, but she’s definitely avoiding us. It’s been a week since we left Amazon Lily, and I can count the number of times I’ve seen her on one hand.”
“Same,” Ermine said as they finished molding Law’s onigiri into the perfect triangles the captain liked. “I actually thought we left her behind for a minute—nearly asked Jean Bart to turn the ship around to get her.”
Malamute rubbed his chin, mouth twisting in concern. “Nah, she’s here, but she’s mad at us about something—barely leaves the engine room most days, and she basically refuses to talk to me and Skua.”
His fellow engineer nodded. “We thought it might just be her time of the month, but that ended over a week ago according to the calendar.”
“You guys keep track of her menstrual cycles?” Clione asked, weirded out. The rest of the crew wore similar expressions of disbelief and disapproval.
“Out of self-preservation!” Skua shouted defensively. “We’re in a hot, confined space where she has easy access to heavy tools—of course we wanna know when we should have emergency placating chocolate on-hand!”
“We tried the chocolate anyway, though,” Malamute added. “She just…waved it away and kept working.”
The cook’s frown deepened at that bit of information. “Ikkaku never turns down chocolate,” Ermine said, “and she hasn’t shown up to lunch, dinner, or breakfast all week.”
“She’s been eating, though, right?” Penguin asked, concerned. He didn’t care how mad she was; it was no excuse to skip out on meals. It was bad enough Law was an insomniac that got most of his nutrients through coffee and onigiri. It would be a cold day in hell before he would stand for an anorexic engineer.
A large, white paw shyly raised in the air as Bepo interjected, “I’ve been bringing her meals so she doesn’t have to come by the galley. She’s…wanted some time to herself.” He dropped his head gloomily. “Sorry.”
“But she’s talked to you?”
“Ummm, a little bit,” he muttered, twiddling his claws. After she’d stopped crying, Ikkaku had spilled her guts about everything—her issues with the crew, her argument with Law, and why his words had affected her so badly. Though sympathetic, Bepo was certain Law hadn’t meant his thoughtless words—underneath his casual persona, he cared deeply about his crew and would never let any of them go for such a silly reason.
At first, Bepo’d tried to get her to go back and talk to the captain, but she’d shot that down quickly—with the mood Law had been in, it would do nothing but start another argument. The Mink had hoped that, now that they were sailing away from Amazon Lily and Law wouldn’t have to worry about Straw Hat’s injuries anymore, they’d both cool down and the whole thing would blow over.
Unfortunately, the past week had proven otherwise. Ikkaku had taken to hiding deep in the bowels of the ship, and Law had been so focused on redoing all those notes and charts that he hadn’t left his quarters in days. Bepo wasn’t a Mink who liked confrontation, and he certainly didn’t want to choose sides between his oldest friend and his favorite engineer, so he’d relegated himself to supplying food to both parties, hoping one of them would finally get tired of the oppressive silence and breach the topic.
As the crew frantically gathered around him, hoping to finally have an answer to the Mystery of the Missing Engineer, Bepo began to wonder if he should have just locked both humans in an empty room and made them talk it out.
Not that such a plan would have been very effective with Law’s powers, but it was better than nothing.
“Talk, Bepo,” Shachi growled, pulling a flashlight out of his pocket and shining it directly into the bear’s black eyes like he was in an interrogation room. “What’s up with Ikkaku?”
“Why’s she hiding from us?” Clione interjected.
“Why are you the only one she’s talking to?” added Jude.
“Is she pregnant and going through weird mood swings or something?” Skua asked loudly.
Bepo blanched at that last one. “No, she…she’s just kind of upset about…how you all acted on Amazon Lily.”
Exasperated, Ermine rolled their eyes. “What, was she jealous about all the attention we gave Hancock’s crew?”
“No, but…you guys were really insensitive. Like, that presentation—”
“It was a joke!” Shachi defended, though a guilty blush rose to his cheeks.
“And asking her to venture into the jungle to talk to the women for you—”
“Hey, she was the only one who they wouldn’t kill on-sight!” Jude sulked.
“And then she had to bring Law his lunch because you were all too busy staring at the Kuja.”
“Wow. Having to do that one menial task must have been such an inconvenience,” Malamute scoffed.
At the back of the grumbling crowd, Jean Bart awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. He hadn’t been on the crew long, so he didn’t really think it was his place to get involved, but he had the feeling Ikkaku had taken whatever had been said and done a little more personally than they thought. “Look, regardless of how we feel, we should all apologize to her. I mean, I don’t know her great, but does she usually give the silent treatment for this long?”
“Well, no,” Clione stated, looking a bit nervous. “Typically, she yells at us and smacks us around a bit, or maybe pulls some embarrassing prank, but she’s never quiet.”
“So, what’s this mean?”
“It means this is serious.” Penguin frowned at Bepo, who was looking around anxiously as if hoping to escape. “Ok, spill. You’re the only one she’s talked to, and you clearly have a better idea of what’s going on than we do. What’s Ikkaku really upset about?”
The Mink hung his head sorrowfully. “Sorry.”
“Damn it, don’t apologize! Just tell us!”
“It’s just…”
“Are you guys bullying Bepo again?” came a voice from the doorway. The crew turned to find Law strolling into the galley, looking thinner and more exhausted than usual, but he was at least out of his room and among the living.
Still shining his flashlight in Bepo’s face, Shachi yelled, “Captain! You gotta help us—Ikkaku’s basically been AWOL all week and won’t talk to anyone, and Bepo won’t tell us why!”
Law plopped into his chair and grabbed an onigiri, scoffing as he took a large bite. “She bitched at me for a while about how you all were being sexist pigs. Figured she would have gotten over it by now.”
“She complained to you about it?” Jean Bart asked, tilting his head.
“Yeah, and then she managed to spill hot coffee on my crotch and ruin the inventory list for the infirmary that I’d spent hours compiling.”
The crew unanimously gave a sympathy wince.
Taking another large bite of his lunch, Law continued, “We’ll be making port in a few days—she’ll come to her senses once she’s spent some time off the ship.”
“You…you want her to leave the ship?” Bepo asked, voice raising an octave in disbelief.
“Time apart will do us some good,” he replied with a shrug, activating his Room for a moment to remove the flashlight from Shachi’s hand.
“How…how much time?”
“Well, we’re not making port any longer than necessary. If she hasn’t gotten her shit together by then, that’s her problem.”
Bepo’s heart dropped into his stomach. What did Law mean “get her shit together”? Was he talking about packing her things? Was he really kicking her out over a silly argument over spilled coffee and ruined paperwork?
“Law!” the Mink shouted, jerking to his feet so quickly his knees knocked the table. “Please reconsider!”
Dark blue eyebrows rose at the normally soft-spoken navigator’s outburst. “There’s nothing to reconsider. Ikkaku’s a big girl—I agree that the sexism she faced was unacceptable, but she’s never had a problem handling that kind of shit herself.” His face twisted into a scowl. “And considering how I only just finished redoing all the work she destroyed, my tolerance for temper tantrums is at an all-time low.”
“She offered to help you rewrite it!” Bepo argued, slapping his paws down on the table. “Is some soggy paperwork worth losing your best engineer over?” Pausing, he glanced at Malamute and Skua. “Uh, no offense. Sorry.”
“None taken,” the duo said in unison, though their jaws dropped a second later as they registered the Mink’s words. “Wait, what?!”
“What do you mean ‘losing’ Ikkaku?” Penguin snapped, grabbing him by the orange collar of his boiler suit.
Shachi grabbed the flashlight again and climbed onto the table to shine it into Bepo’s face. “Talk, bear! Is Ikkaku quitting or something?”
“Because we won’t let her!” several of the crew shouted.
“Everybody calm down!” Law snapped, his deep voice silencing the rambunctious crew. “You all acted like idiots around the Kuja—I don’t blame her for being annoyed at you. But if your petty acts of sexism could drive her off that easily, she wouldn’t have lasted ten minutes at her old job. You’re blowing everything out of proportion.”
“You’re the one who told her to leave over a spilled cup of coffee!” Bepo angrily stated, only to immediately shrink back when he realized just who he’d yelled at. “Sorry.”
“Whoa, wait, Law, did you fire her?” Penguin asked, genuinely horrified as he numbly released Bepo’s collar. Of all the things that could have been bothering Ikkaku, that hadn’t even made his list. Sure, she could be tempestuous, but that had never bothered Law before—on the contrary, Penguin had always assumed his old friend liked trading snarky barbs with.
“I didn’t—why would I—I was just pissed because she spilled hot coffee all over crotch!” Law defended, even as he inwardly cringed at the way his entire crew had turned to glare at him judgmentally. Shachi had even turned the flashlight’s intense beam on him.
“But was that worth actually firing her over?”
“I didn’t fire her! Yeah, we argued, but I never said she was fired. At most, I told her to get the fuck out of my office.”
“That’s not all you said,” Bepo mumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly.
Flinty gold eyes narrowed at the sulking Mink. It was extremely out of character for Bepo to snap at or sass anyone—least of all Law. His brow furrowed as he thought back to his fight with Ikkaku—the memory was a bit hazy due to the lack of sleep he’d gotten. “Then what exactly did I say to her? What could have possibly been so bad that it could make her think I’m firing her?”
“You said…she told me…” Bepo took a deep breath. He hated scolding his captain, but he hated the idea of Ikkaku leaving even more, especially if this really was just a big misunderstanding. “You said to her ‘if you don’t like it, leave’.”
A sour taste worse than umeboshi filled his mouth as Law realized the full implications of what he’d said and done. He clearly remembered her old boss, a scowling, greasy man who’d shouted at her when she’d argued that she deserved to be respected as the talented engineer she was and not just seen as eye-candy.
If you don’t like it, leave, he’d sneered through crooked teeth as the other mechanics sniggered. Good luck finding anyone else willing to hire an inexperienced chick, though. Law could distinctly remember the hot surge of outrage he’d felt on the woman’s behalf; in less than ten minutes, she’d managed to identify what was wrong with the Tang’s engine and exactly how to fix it. Yet because she was the sole female in the shop—because she was a little bit different—she was overlooked and scorned, with her boss refusing to check for himself.
It had reminded Law a little too much of how quickly he’d been rejected from every hospital Cora-san had taken him to, the so-called “expert” doctors refusing to believe that Amber Lead was not contagious, or even examine the white patches across his skin.
And maybe—just maybe—the way her curly hair fanned out around her shoulders and down her back reminded him just a tiny bit of a certain black, feathered jacket.
Law hadn’t even bothered to consider whether or not the woman might want to become a pirate before he’d activated his Room and cut her boss to pieces. He’d then turned to Ikkaku, whose dark eyes had been wide with shock but not fear, and told her that if she could fix his engine as easily as she claimed, she was welcome to join his crew.
Now he stood to lose her due to his own sleep-deprived stupidity.
“…fuck.”
XXX
Down in the engine room, Ikkaku lay on her back underneath the ship’s engine, tightening the bolts that secured the freshly-cleaned cooling pipes. Since her argument with Law she’d basically spent every waking hour disassembling, repairing, and reassembling every piece she could. She trusted Skua and Malamute to take good care of the sub after she was gone, but the Polar Tang deserved nothing less than a thorough inspection and tune-up as thanks for carrying her so far.
She’d give the crew their own goodbye once they reached port. She hoped they were still too blinded by the hearts in their eyes to notice she’d been avoiding them. It wasn’t out of anger anymore; instead, she was scared she’d start blubbering. Admitting that Law had decided to toss her out on her ass was humiliating and heartbreaking, and she honestly wasn’t sure how the others would react. They could just as easily stage a mutiny as shrug it off as her overreacting.
Perhaps she was freaking out over nothing—Law hadn’t even left his room since their fight. Surely if he really wanted her gone, he could have marooned her back on Amazon Lily. Then again, he was a sadistic bastard; luring her into a false sense of security, then dumping her and her belongings onto the next port they landed on wouldn’t be entirely out of character. Or maybe her years of service had earned her enough mercy that he was willing to wait until they were at an island where Ikkaku could potentially find work instead of stranding her in the Calm Belt.
Whatever it was, she had every intention of confronting him about it after dinner. If this was all just a big misunderstanding, she planned to give him a good smack upside the head. If she was really fired, she wanted at least enough time to pack her things and say her proper goodbyes.
Until then, all she could do was stay busy to pass the time and hope that the knot of anxiety that twisted in her stomach would loosen up by the time she talked to him.
She didn’t want to leave, but if Law decided she was really that expendable, there wasn’t much she could do but try to hold onto at least a shred of dignity.
Reaching over to her tool kit, Ikkaku fished out her screwdriver, silently lamenting over the sad state of her tools. She’d planned on picking up some new ones back on Sabaody, but with all the chaos that had taken place, she’d missed her chance, and she wasn’t sure she could justify the cost now that her job was in jeopardy.
The sharp click clack of heeled boots against the metal floor startled her out of her thoughts. Glancing towards the sound, she immediately knew from the spotted jeans that filled her vision that, for better or for worse, the mystery of her termination was about to be solved.
She watched as Law turned around, and she knew from the barely-audible creek of the pipes that he had chosen to lean against them. Ikkaku had yelled at him for doing that more than a few times in the past, but this time she kept her mouth shut. Most likely he’d done it to provoke such a reaction out of her, but why? To break the viscous tension that filled the room by establishing a sense of normalcy, or so he’d have another cause to fire her?
Whatever his reason, Ikkaku refused to be the first to speak. Whether he wanted to kick her out or extend the olive branch, he’d have to make the first move.
After a few minutes of silence where Law merely stood there and Ikkaku continued to tighten the bolts, he finally sighed. “Penguin tells me that you haven’t been eating dinner with the crew,” Law’s low, nonchalant voice rumbled through the pipes.
If Penguin had to tell you, that says that you haven’t been eating with them, either, she thought sourly, though opted to stay quiet. She didn’t want to turn this into an argument if he intended to apologize. And if he planned to fire her…well, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of riling her up.
Noting her unusual silence, he continued, “I understand their behavior has been…upsetting as of late. They were acting like idiots, but that’s no reason to isolate yourself.”
“Haven’t been isolating myself,” she lied, fiddling with a bolt she’d tightened ten minutes ago. “I’ve just had work to do. The Tang needed some maintenance, so I thought I’d get it done now that we weren’t being chased by Marines.”
“Sure. And the fact that Bepo’s been bringing you your meals this past week?”
“Going to the galley would have wasted time. Eating in here was more efficient, and Bepo offered.”
“Why didn’t you ask Skua and Malamute to help?”
“You doubtin’ my abilities as an engineer, Trafalgar?” she asked in a clipped tone, growing sick of tiptoeing around the point. “Whether you like it or not, I know how this ship works better than anyone. If you don’t trust me, tell them to get their asses in here and do it instead!”
There was a deep sigh from above her, and Ikkaku could easily picture the wrinkle between his eyebrows that formed when he was tired and frustrated. “Bepo told me you’re thinking of leaving.”
Ah. The moment of truth. Heart in her throat, she forced her herself to take a deep breath, ready for whatever judgement he saw fit to pass. “You’re the one who said I should if I didn’t like how I was being treated.”
“Are you?”
“Leaving or enjoying how I’m treated?”
“Leaving.”
“…I don’t want to.”
“Good.” It was subtle, but there was an unspoken “I wouldn’t have let you if you’d tried” in his tone. There was another long moment of silence before he continued, “Engineers as skilled as you are hard to come by—finding a replacement would have been a bitch. Plus, the crew would have been upset; they were practically interrogating poor Bepo about why you were avoiding them.”
“And of course you stepped in and played hero, rescuing the helpless Mink from an angry mob?” she snipped, tightening another screw. It didn’t sound like she was getting fired, so it was a little easier to let her natural sass creep back into her voice.
Law let out a faint tch above her. “I wouldn’t say ‘helpless’ considering how he then yelled at me about allegedly firing you. After that, the mob was on his side.”
A proud grin curled the corner of Ikkaku’s mouth. Who would have thought that Bepo would yell at his best friend for little old her? She’d have to come up with a nice thank you gift for her favorite shipmate. With luck, Law might actually apologize for his behavior if even Bepo was calling him out.
Of course, that might take a while, so it was best to keep busy. Reaching out her hand, Ikkaku felt around blindly for her socket wrench. She jerked slightly in surprise when she felt long fingers wrap around her hand before the tool in question was placed firmly in her palm. She pulled her arm back, only to stare wordlessly at the brand-new wrench that practically gleamed in the light.
Clumsily she slid out from under the pipes, jaw dropping as she found Law crouching beside a new, expensive, top-of-the-line tool kit. “I was saving this for your birthday but given the chance that you wouldn’t be around to receive it…” he trailed off, adjusting his hat so the brim cast a shadow over his face.
The corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled, immediately recognizing the gift for the chrome apology that it was. Plus, it was hard to stay mad at Law when he was like this—honestly, it was so dang cute how awkward he was when forced to display actual human emotions like caring and guilt. “You bribing me to stay, Boss?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
She laughed, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him in for a hug. “Then I accept, along with a twenty-percent bonus on my next paycheck.”
He grumbled slightly but didn’t refuse, nor did he pull away from her embrace, even if he stubbornly refused to return it. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t technically said “sorry”. Actions spoke a hell of a lot louder than words with him, anyway, and Law was practically groveling for her to stay.
When she finally let him go, Law stood up and cleared his throat before nonchalantly strolling towards the door. “Well then, since you’re not leaving, unless the engine room is actively on fire and no one but you can put it out, you’re eating with the crew tonight. They’ll formally apologize for their behavior, and they’re all going out of their way to show you how much you’re appreciated. Ermine’s preparing your favorite meal. Clione and Shachi have put together a presentation detailing exactly how stupid they’ve been while Penguin has one extolling your virtues. Malamute and Skua have volunteered to take on your cleaning duties for the next two weeks.”
“What are you going to do?” Ikkaku teased, though he could have said “nothing” and she’d be fine—she knew he’d never make the mistake of discarding her again.
Law stopped at the door and threw his trademark cocky smirk over his shoulder. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ll be standing by your side all night to make sure you can’t run off when you realize just how obnoxiously sentimental those idiots can be.”
Ikkaku’s grin fell a bit as she realized he was right—the Hearts were an infamous band of pirates led by a fiendishly dangerous captain, but when it came to their nakama, they could get downright sappy in extreme circumstances. Jude was probably preparing some hippy-dippy song. Cousteau would inevitably name some weird sea creature after her. Seiuchi would probably find a way to scatter confetti all over the galley and she’d be picking it out of her hair for days…
Getting up, she chased after her devious captain. “I don’t suppose there’s still time for me to quit and join the Kuja, is there?”
Gold eyes glinted sadistically at her as Law replied, “Nope. Welcome to Appreciation Hell. Population: you. Don’t try to run, either—I’ll Shambles your ass into the galley if I have to.”
Ikkaku punched his arm in retaliation, though she was careful not to hit him too hard—if she annoyed him too much, he’d go out of his way to rile the guys up even more. God, he’d probably propose they all get tattoos of her face or something just to make her suffer.
“You’re an absolute bastard,” she said, affection creeping into her voice despite her best efforts.
“Yes, but a bastard that appreciates his engineer,” Law replied, and out of the corner of her eye, Ikkaku could have sworn she saw the barest hint of a genuine smile flicker across his face.
Despite the knowledge that she’d be stuck with a crew of idiots and a captain who had the emotional range of a teaspoon and a truly frightening sense of humor, Ikkaku felt happier than she had in weeks as she playfully knocked her shoulder into his. “I guess that’s not so bad, then.”
The End
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almawardy · 3 years
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Syndictober - Day 21
And today is dance.
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“Is he leaving?” Jacob asked, taking a sip of sparkling wine.
“No, he just stood up to talk to some people.” Max said, both of his elbows on the bar counter, his body facing the hall.
“Wow, this stuff taste like pricey.” Jacob coughed a few times: he almost choked on the wine.
“Oh, it does.” Max said while observing the people in the hall. It was an important night, the inauguration of a new railway line. An unattractive event per se, but Jacob had a target to eliminate during the celebration, and having the chance to go with him made everything more exciting.  
“I’m a beer guy.” Jacob said, turning to the hall and setting his eyes on his target, a Templar: in his 50s, with a full beard and a jerk face.
“Trying something new will do you good.”
“Or will make me choke…”
Max smiled, taking the glass from Jacob’s hand and drinking from there. Someone spoke on the stage, there was a round of applause, and then the orchestra started to play. The main hall got filled by couples, dancing.  
“You look terrific tonight.” Max said to Jacob, looking at him. That formal suit looked really great on him. It made Max want to rip it off of him.
“I’m feeling like a penguin.” Jacob grumbled, not used to wear something he had to be careful not to get dirty.
Max laughed, finding Jacob adorable and sexy at the same time. That was Jacob’s charm. “Don’t sulk, you’re going to spoil that pretty face of yours…” And he finished the glass of sparkling wine.
“He is moving.” Jacob said, with his eyes still set on the Templar. The man was moving to a corner of the hall together with some colleagues. “I need to reduce the distance.” Jacob added, already looking for a way to reach the Templar without raising suspicion.  
“In that case…” Max put down the glass on the counter and grabbed Jacob by his elbow, dragging the boy with him.
“What are you doing?” Jacob asked, surprised. They were getting in the middle of the hall, among the dancing couples.
“This spot seems good, doesn’t it? Do you have a nice view?” Max asked while putting one arm around Jacob’s waist, holding him tight.  
“Yes, but…” Jacob turned to the Templar: he stopped with the others in the corner, showing his cigar collection in a showcase. Jacob had a good view of him from there. “…what are we doing?” Jacob turned to Max again, and felt his face getting hot.
Max smiled, because he predicted his reaction. With his other hand he grabbed Jacob’s, and started to move slowly, with some basic steps. “We are dancing, darling.”
Jacob sighed, extremely embarrassed and with his muscles stiff. “Max…” He whispered, looking around to check how many people were staring. “The whole point was to go unnoticed.”  
“We are dancing along with many other couples.” Max said, enjoying that moment: his Jacob held tight, the good music, the sparkling wine, the suit…
“Yeah… the only two men.” Jacob complained, finding it hard to relax.
“Forget the others. Focus on me.” Max suggested, pressing his hand on Jacob’s back.
“I have a target to focus on.” The boy growled.
“Your target is still there, just a few meters away. He’s drinking and laughing, no idea he’ll be dead before dawn. I’ll tell you if he moves.” Max smiled at him, hoping to loosen him up, and Jacob sighed – not completely at ease yet. “I know it’s weird…” Max added after a few moments of silence. “But I cannot go on so long without touching you. Especially when you are dressed like this.”
Jacob curved his lips into a little smile, and shook his head. His cheeks turned red, which made him even more adorable and sexy.  
“I would kiss you right here right now.” Max said, blunt.
“Max…” Jacob tilted his head.
“I know, I know… you don’t like it in public.”
Jacob sighed and rested his head on Max’s shoulder, closing his eyes.
“Oh, my dear…” Max held him tight, protective. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of having him so close, and smelled his hair. “You don’t have to worry about anyone… they are all idiots.”
Jacob laughed and raised his head, looking Max in the eyes: “Idiots can still kill you.”
Max made a sound of scorn and clicked his tongue. Then his look moved to the target in the corner. It seemed like the group was going to move elsewhere. “I am afraid our dance is about to end.”
Jacob turned, and saw the Templar reaching the stairs. He looked at Max and then nodded, ready to go. But Max held him tighter instead, without letting him go. Jacob looked at him, unable to understand.  
“Forgive me, my boy, but I really need to do this.”
Jacob looked at Max confused, and everything happened too quickly to resist: Max bent over forcing Jacob into a casqué, and reached his face to kiss him on his lips. Max closed his eyes and enjoyed that short instant, that moment when he took the liberty of kissing his partner in front of everyone during a public event. No doubt the couples around would give them speechless, shocked, offended looks. He would have made the news, like always. But he couldn’t care less, really. He just wanted to taste those few seconds of anarchy, snatched from a modesty and a morality he never shared. It couldn’t last long. Just the time of a kiss. But he was ready to face the consequences of his own audacity – which he forced on his partner, too.  
Jacob would be mad, for sure.
Oh, so mad.
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martinnecas · 4 years
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Quick Guide | Carolina Hurricanes: Meet The Team - Opening Night 2019-20
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New season means a new quick guide to the roster 
2018-19 season
This took me a couple of days to put together so please appreciate it
Want to know how to pronounce a players name? 
Click this link!
*All gifs made by me* 
Forwards: 
☞ Sebastian Aho™️ #20
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Yes there is another “Sebastian Aho” from Sweden but he’s usually in the AHL (Bridgeport/Islanders)
Born: July 26, 1997 (22 years old/Leo) from Rauma, Finland
6′0, Centre, 35th overall CAR 2015
Nicknames: Fishy, Seabass, Sepe, Sebu
He’s the face of this franchise and the only player on this team that the Canadian media knows about
Is being held against his will in Raleigh because he wants to play for Montreal if you don’t know the actual story MTL sent him an offer sheet that he signed because he wanted the money and knew Carolina could pay it, but you know how Habs twitter can be.
Possibly the messiest Hurricane 
Who’s my daddy?! 
Spirit animal is a lion, hear him roar
Avid coffee drinker
Baby face
Painted a picture of his cat one time
☞ Ryan Dzingel #18 
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Born: March 9, 1992 (27 years old/Pisces) from Wheaton, Illinois
6′0, Centre, 204th overall OTT 2011
Nicknames: Zinger, Dizzy, Dzingel Bells, D-pingel
Played with the Ohio State Buckeyes for 3 seasons, recorded the first hat trick in Big Ten history against Xichigan
Traded to CBJ Feb ‘19, signed with CAR as a free agent summer ‘19 
Might need glasses, he squints like that ^ a lot 
Golfs... A L O T 
Wants to produce for the team so he can stay here in Raleigh and make it his home ♥︎
Jeep guy 
Looks uncomfortably similar to Tripp Tracy 
UNC fan 
☞ Warren Foegele #13
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Born: April 1, 1996 (23 years old/Aries) from Markham, Ontario 
6′2, Left Wing, 67th overall CAR 2014
Nicknames: Foegs, Foegdaddy 
Best friends with Andrei Svechnikov and Dougie Hamilton
Duke fan 
Accidentally broke Osh*e’s collarbone but TJ and C*p fans will claim he tried to murder him
Spirit animal is a tiger, also hear him roar
Very easily scared 
Duke fan
☞ Erik Haula #56
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Born: March 23, 1991(28 years old/Aries) from Pori, Finland
6′0, Left Wing, 181st overall 2009 MIN
Nicknames: Hauls, Haulsy  
Moved to Minnesota in 2008 to play hockey in boarding school
Played for the University Of Minnesota Gophers for 3 seasons
Signed with MIN in 2013, was picked up by the VGK in 2017 as a free agent in the Expansion Draft, then traded to CAR summer of 2019 (for Nic Roy & draft pick)
Suffered a pretty bad knee injury in the 2018-19 season 
CAKE 
Got married this past summer ♥︎
Currently living in Calvin de Haan’s old house 
☞ Jordan Martinook (A) #48
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Born: July 25, 1992 (27 years old/Leo) from Brandon, Manitoba
6′0, Left Wing, 58th overall 2012 PHX
Nicknames: Marty, Marty Man, Marty Party 
Signed with PHX/ARI in 2012, traded to CAR in 2018 (for Krüger)
Raw chaotic dad energy 
Doesn’t like corndogs and has a very high pitched scream
His wife gave birth to their first son last season before he got his downstairs fixed in the offseason
LETS GO SVECH
Spirit animal is a dolphin because he has a great impression 
There is so much more I want to put on here but you should really just follow his Twitter 
☞ Brock McGinn #23
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Born: February 2, 1994 (25 years old/Aquarius) from Fergus, Ontario
6′0, Left Wing, 47th overall 2012 CAR
Nicknames: Ginner, Brock McWinn, McPing, the new Mr. Game Seven (that one is kind of a joke though), Big Cock Brock 
Single handedly defeated evil not only once but twice on April 24th, 2019, earning him the nicknames “Brock McWinn” and the new “Mr. Game Seven”
Has two brothers who also play professionally; Jamie (NHL) and Tye (AHL) McGinn
Co Owner of the Roanoke Rail Road Dawgs with his brothers and father
His daddy is Bob
Has a high probability of burning his whole house down 
Used to be a fighter, but he didn’t fight anyone last season 
Thor
Was 3rd in the league with most MsS Post (10) in the 2017-18 season earning him the nickname Brock McPing 
☞ Martin Nečas #88
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Born: January 15, 1999 (20 years old/Capricorn) from Nove Mesto na Morave, Czech Rebublic
6′2, 12th overall 2017 CAR, “He plays, like, Centre”
Nicknames: Neči, Marty, Nacho, Marto 
Your 2019-20 ****** ****** winner 
He’s here to fix out PP units, quote me on that
Little hockey stick chain ^ 
Is known for falling while scoring 
Is it avocado or avocaydo?
Hidden talent: Belly dancing 
Almost killed the entire team with a golf club last season  
Don’t mess with him
Just won the Calder Cup with the Checkers :) 
☞ Nino Niederreiter #21
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Born: September 8, 1992 (27 years old/Virgo) from Chur, Switzerland
6′0, Right Wing, 5th overall 2010 NYI
Nicknames: El Nino
Was the highest drafted Swizz born player until Hischer in 2017 
Signed to the Islanders in 2010, traded to Minnesota in 2013, then traded to Carolina in January 2019 (for Rask)
Was about to take a nap when he was traded
Just when canes fans almost lost hope, Nino showed up and saved our season
When he came to Carolina, someone gave him sweet tea and he really liked it
Was voted best dressed by a couple teammates
Loves the surge
Supports women’s hockey
☞ Jordan Staal (C) #11
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Born: September 10, 1988 (31 years ago/Virgo) from Thunder Bay, Ontario
6′4, Centre, 2nd overall 2006 PIT
Nicknames: Stallsy, Jordad, Gronk
Arrested at his brother’s bachelor party
Won the Stanley Cup with the Penguins in 2009 
Jordan is the youngest out of the other brothers (Eric, Marc) in the league (NHL) 3rd brother is the youngest and is now a coach 
Signed with PIT in 2006, traded to CAR in 2012 (for 8th overall pick, Brandon Sutter and Brian Dumoulin)
Named Captain in the 2017-18 season, became Alternative Captain in 2018-19, is now Captain again in 2019-20 
Great at dad jokes 
☞ Andrei Svechnikov #37
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Born: March 26, 2000 (19 years old/Aries) from Barnaul, Russia
6′2, Right Wing, 2nd overall 2018 CAR
Nicknames: Svech, Mother Russia 
Svech is ready
“Just win every game” 
Wears #37 because that’s what his brother, Evgeny Svechnikov (DET), wears
Russia = Cold, Raleigh = Hot
Apparently his biggest talent outside of hockey is… magic? 
Best friends with Warren Foegele and Dougie Hamilton
Likes to shovel the ice during practice 
Me?
Terrible at golf..
.. I mean like really bad  
☞ Teuvo Teräväinen #86
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Born: September 11, 1994 (25 years old/Virgo) from Helsinki, Finland
5′11, Left Wing, 18th overall 2012 CHI 
Nicknames: Turbo, Teukka
Shortest Hurricane 
Began with CHI in 2014, traded to CAR in 2016 (along with Bickell for 2nd round pick)
Won the cup with CHI in 2015 (Along with van Riemsdyk)
Has the worst sense of smell ever
I mean come on.. pumpkin? toothpaste? 
I could keep going with this I don't know what’s wrong with his nose
Most likely the messiest Hurricane 
Would dump Sebastian on the side of the road after 100km 
Gets scared REALLY easily
His sisters plays hockey over in Finland (and is pretty good at it too) 
☞ Lucas Wallmark #71
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Born: September 5, 1995 (24 years old/Virgo) from Umea, Sweden
6′0, Centre, 97th overall 2014 CAR
Nicknames: Wally
My daddy!?
His spirit animal is… a horse? 
^ He enjoys watching horse racing
*Straight face* “Snacks!? Candy!?” 
Deal with it
Showed up to a U12 and U18 team practice to work on skills with kids 
Owns a pug named Lovis
Defense 
☞ Joel Edmundson #6
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Born: June 28, 1993 (26 years old/Cancer) Brandon, Manitoba
6′4, 46th overall 2011 STL
Nicknames: Crop Top King, Eddy
Won the cup in 2019 with STL and partied in a crop top 
True Canadian, ate poutine out of the cup
Traded in September 2019 to CAR (along with Bokk for Faulk and draft pick)
Going to strengthen our PK I promise 
Finally, an enforcer 
Forgot to take his skate guards off during his CAR preseason debut in front of 18,000 people 
Is a barbie girl, living in a barbie world 
☞ Haydn Fleury #4
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Born: July 8, 1996 (23 years old/Cancer) from Carlyle, Saskatchewan 
6′3, 7th overall 2014 CAR
Nicknames: Fleurs 
Beat his little brother Cale (MTL) during his NHL debut 
Best friends with Trevor van Riemsdyk
Has the cutest dog named Kobe
Won the Calder Cup along with Nečas :)
If you want to giggle watch this 
Has the worst witch cackle you will ever hear 
Apparently the best golfer on the team
Big Duke fan
☞ Jake Gardiner #51
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Born: July 4, 1990 (29 years old/Cancer) from Minnetonka, Minnesota 
6′2, 17th overall 2008 ANA
Nicknames: Gards 
Played for the University of Wisconsin for 3 seasons 
Traded to TOR in 2011, signed as a free agent to CAR in summer 2019
Has the cutest baby 
Denied several offers from other teams mtl to play with us instead 
Hands down had the best Halloween costume two years ago
☞ Dougie Hamilton #19
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Born: June 17, 1993 (26 years old/Gemini) from Toronto, Ontario
6′6, 9th overall 2011 BOS
Nicknames: D-Ham, Doug the Thug, well his real name is Douglas so I guess Dougie is technically a nickname
Tallest Hurricane 
Both of his parents are Olympians, brother also plays professional hockey 
Started with BOS in 2012, traded to CGY in 2015, then traded to CAR in 2018 (Last remaining player from the huge Hamilton, Ferland & Fox for Lindholm and Hanifin trade)
Best friends with Andrei Svechnikov and Warren Foegele 
Porche guy 
Grew out a mullet because his hair salon couldn’t take him as a walk in
Jack Edwards complained that he was wearing a number retired from the Whalers so he taped a 6 over the 1 in 19 to make 69
Goes to children's hospitals dressed as woman characters 
Lowkey shootout king
Floss
Another Duke fan
Wears the same blazer to every road game
☞ Brett Pesce #22
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Born: November 15, 1994 (24 years old/Scorpio) from Tarrytown, New York
6′3, 66th overall 2013 CAR
Nicknames: Pesh 
“I play defense bro”
Played for the University of New Hampshire for 3 seasons (2 of those seasons with van Riemsdyk)
Pretty ^
Wears 22 for his dad 
He’ll break your ankles
Fortnite squad
Brought his wonderful brother on the mentors trip
Allergic to cats
☞ Jaccob Slavin (A) #74
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Born: May 1, 1994 (25 years old/Taurus) from Denver, Colorado
6′3, 120th overall 2012 CAR
Nicknames: Slav-o
The second ‘c’ stands for captain
Faith and family
Played for Colorado College for two seasons 
Adopted a beautiful baby girl with his beautiful wife
Has an instagram for his two dogs
His daddy is “Robert” 
Not afraid of snakes at all 
☞ Trevor van Riemsdyk #57
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Born: July 24, 1991 (28 years old/Leo) from Middletown, New Jersey
6′2, Undrafted 
Nicknames: TVR, Riems
Agreed to terms with CHI in 2014 
Won the cup with CHI in 2015 (along with Teräväinen)
Was picked up by the VGK in the 2017 expansion draft 
The next day traded to CAR (for 2nd round pick)
James van Riemsdyk (PHI) is his older brother 
Played with the University of New Hampshire for 3 seasons (2 of those seasons with Pesce) 
He’s too tired to be scared 
March Madness
Best friends with Haydn Fleury 
Pride representative for the team 
Goalies 
☞ Petr Mrázek #34
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Born: February 14, 1992 (27 years old/Aquarius) from Ostrava, Czech Republic
6′1, 141st overall 2010 DET
Nicknames: Mrazzle Dazzle, St. Petr
Moved to Ottawa at age 17 
Signed with DET in 2014
Was HUGE for them during the 2015 playoff run
Traded to PHI in Feb ‘18, signed as a free agent with CAR in July ‘18
Stylish 
He had custom hats made for every player on the team
Always has Peter Griffin in his helmet design 
Signature move: Poke Check  
☞ James Reimer #47
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Born: March 15, 1988 (31 years old/Pisces) from Morweena, Manitoba
6′2, 99th overall 2006 TOR
Nicknames: Optimus Reim, The Statue, Reims
Debuted with TOR in 2010, traded to SJS Feb ‘16
Signed with FLA as a free agent summer ‘16, traded to CAR summer ‘19 (for Darling and a 2020 6th round pick)
Has two kids 
Really good swimmer
You may recognize this famous goalie meme, that’s right, that's him
Optimus Reim helmet art
He looks so much like Weston from Love Island USA 
Honorable Mention
☞ Julien Gauthier #44
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I’m including him because everyone expected him to make the team as he did phenomenal in the preseason (playing all 6 games) but due to cap space (and our horrid pp units), he was sent back down.
Born: October 15, 1997 (turning 22/Libra) from Pointe-aux-Trembles, Quebec
6′4, Right Wing, 21st overall 2016 CAR
Nicknames: Goat, Gauths, Jules
Big boy
Bilingual (French/English)
Cute accent
His uncle played 554 games in the NHL (Denis Gauthier) 
Both his father and grandfather were professional bodybuilders
That explains his muscles
The best thighs in the league (not up for debate) 
Also won the Calder Cup this past season with Haydn Fleury and Martin Nečas
Head Coach
☞ Rod Brind’Amour #17
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Roderick Jean Brind’Amour
Born: August 9, 1970 (age 49 years/Leo) from Ottawa, Canada
6′1, Centre, 9th overall 1988 STL
Nicknames: Rod the Bod, RBA 
Played with Michigan State for one season
Started with STL in the playoffs of ‘88, traded to PHI in ‘91, traded to CAR in 2000
Captain of the 2006 CAR Stanley Cup winning team
Played 20 seasons, 1,484(GP) 452(G) 732(A) 1,184(P)
Became head coach for the 2018-19 season
First year as HC broke the team’s 9 year playoff drought and brought them all the way to the ECF
Is known for his extreme workouts
Still in better shape than 98% of the league
Could very well still lace up and play better than 80% of the league 
Lives rent free in W*lson’s and Reirden’s heads
Gives the best post-game speeches
President & General Manager
☞ Don Waddell
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I really just wanted an excuse to put this gif in here 
Coached the 1998 DET Stanley Cup winning team 
Named Pres. & GM of CAR in May ‘18
Owner
☞ Tom Dundon 
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Lives rent free is Habs fans minds
Estimated net worth is $1.1 billion?
Majority owner of TopGolf (55%)
Chairman of the Alliance of American Football
Purchased 52% of CAR in January 2018 for $420million
Likes to hang around team/fan events 
Stays in the same hotel as me lol
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lambbled-archive · 4 years
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@mndflay​​  said:    “Here, take my coat.” YEAH ??? YEAH OK AY ??? from:    fluff sentence starters / always accepting !
         ❝  HE KEEPS IT SO FUCKING COLD IN THERE.  i’m pretty sure he killed his own stupid cactus in the window.  ❞  ness rolls her eyes and slams her locker closed.  as if she needed another reason to hate mr. mundy and his damn MATH CLASS.  math already makes her want to pull her hair out and drop out of school on the spot.  having a know-it-all asshole of a teacher who was apparently an antarctic penguin in a past life only frustrates her more.  she’s so ... good at all of her other classes that it pisses her off to no end that math is such a challenge.  she’d feel guilty about going off at random in front of anyone else other than billy.  if he wants to keep hanging around then listening to her complain is just a consequence of that.
         his unexpected offer stops her in her tracks.  she doesn’t believe him, just stares at him blankly until he actually takes his jacket off and holds it out to her.  there’s a part of her that expects him to just snatch it away and laugh at her when she reaches for it ... but he doesn’t.  it’s warm, and ... feels a lot nicer than she wants it to.  she ducks her head, tries to stop thinking about how long the sleeves are on her or how it smells like him, because her face feels hot and she doesn’t want billy getting the wrong idea.  even if she isn’t sure if it really would be wrong.
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        ❝  THANKS ... i - ❞  - didn’t think you’d care ... but the warning bell doesn’t give her time to finish, and billy might not care about being late for class but ness does ... even if it would annoy mundy and bring her more joy than sitting through every minute of his class will.  she’s already heading down the hall, albeit backwards so that she can keep talking.  ❝  i’ll give it back to you after class, i swear.  ❞
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Ateez Weekly Idol Moments 1/2
Okay so this was too chaotic not to make a post about. Also, I know the hosts on Weekly Idol are trash but Ateez were SO GOOD on this. I really don’t know why comedy shows even bother anymore when there are groups like Ateez, BTS, Stray Kids and Dreamcatcher. 
First off, they introduced Ateez as the greatest performers so at least they gave us the Facts
They really called Ateez their children, sis yall did nothing to raise them that was Honghwa 
Ateez really went Appa?? Uncle?? someone give these babies hugs please
Ateez be GLOWING - in this house we stan melanin and natural skin colour
whoever dressed San, Yeosang and Seonghwa wants to kill me
Yunho looks SOFT like those are PYJAMAS (im not complaining)
i LOVE the fact that Ateez all use their real names it’s SO COOL BLESS KQ
Jongho, staring at the eight-course meal: I need to check if it’s poisoned
This  kid’s humour is so underrated i love him
Honghwa is really out there shipping themselves
Seonghwa: cleaning. Hongjoong: can i REST?!?!?!
Seonghwa’s pained facial expressions this whole episode were so good
Yunho really made a confetti angel on the floor
Seonghwa and San had confetti in their hair and apparently I find that attractive now so that’s a thing
Their faces when they hear they ALL had to help clean the confetti
Hongjoong and Yeosang had to balance penguins on a pirate ship
Yeosang, 5 seconds in: I have a hand tremor
They all started singing WIN and then the editors played WIN as the background music and it was GREAT
YES YUNHO IS THE LEGENDARY BEST DANCER FACTS ONLY
Yunho being a whole cutie we stan the nation’s boyfriend
Yunhos roots were so dark in this and idk how to feel about that 
Yunho fanboying over TVXQ’s Yunho my HEART
They really played the Kingsman’s theme song and Beethoven’s 5th Symphony over the sock game my lungs
AHAHAHAHAH YEOSANG FACT-EXPOSER this is going to be SO GOOD
Yeosang was fucking READY to spill the TEA
San, you’re nervous because you’re the one he’s going to expose the most
Yeosang: “they may all break down...too bad”
Yesoang: our cool, odlest hyung. Seonghwa, immediately: I’m sorry
The way Yeosang starts out with a compliment and then absolutely rips him to shreds a;sdlkgja;skldgj
HE BROUGHT UP THE TONGUE THING IN SAY MY NAME. and like the DELIVERY - “when we’re all standing still...why is your tongue still moving?
SEONGHWA FANNING HIMSELF A:LDKGJ:LDKGJ
YEOSANG IMITATING IT a;lskdjga;lskdgj
Seonghwa really tried to deny it but they whipped out the iconic fancam ahahahah i can’t
San: you’re done, right? Yeosang: San, it’s your turn.
San’s charismatic free-styling - destroyed. 
Hongjoong really started CPR chest compressions on San (do i want to be San or Hongjoong rn?) (this is what I mean when I say you can’t get funnier than Ateez)
Wooyoung lost his lungs i this game.
Yeosang: 20% is him wanting to stand out - the utter savagery
HIS HIP JOINTS i’m WHEEZING 
Wooyoung is me
San lying on the floor and hiding is a mood
Also all of Yeosang’s sound effects for the Pirate King choreo really hurt my heart - WHAT is he so cute for??
THE ALARM SOUND EFFECTS WHY ARE THE EDITORS LIKE THIS
San demonstated it and Wooyoung fell off his fucking chair
Yunho was SHOOK and SEonghwa was prepared to throw joints
Wooyoung: “he has flexible hips”, Me: side-eyes emoji
Wooyoung should’ve known he’d be next.
Wooyoung: but we’ve been friends for 5 years!! Yeosang: EXACTLY
Wooyoung: I’m immune to him
THE WAY YEOSANG LEADS WITH COMPLIMENTS WHY
WEARING REVEALING CLOTHES DOESN’T ALWAYS MAKE YOU HOT A:LKDGJ:LKDGJ:ALKDGJA:LDKGJ:ALDKGJA:LDKGj IS WOOYOUNG OKAY AFTER THAT
Jongho really went for the kill shot and threw Wooyoung and his unbuttoned shirts under the bus
Yeosang eats fried chicken 4-5 times a week - GOOD FOR HIM
Wooyoung: Yesoang only eats one brand of friend chicken - why is this so cute
How does Yeosang look good while eating chicken science side of tumblr pls explain
lmao he’s just enjoying eating the chicken - the members hate it
Wooyoung: can I help you?? 
AHA:DLKGA:LKJGL:SKJ HE GOT IT WRONG
Yeosang struggling for the chicken
THe background music why are the editors 
Wooyoung was so mad about losing the royal feast
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From the Tabletop X
Shit yeah! I'm totally alive! It's not that our games stopped or anything (though our D&D GM was ready to throw it all at the wall, he has decided to soldier on). Just that I've gotten wrapped up in other things. Like, uh, GM'ing! Yeah, remember, like, a year ago when I started this series and mentioned I really like Shadowrun? We kicked off a Shadowrun 5e game! So, today's special 10th-ennial extravaganza will be Shadowrun talk time, or me at the opposite side of the table. To begin, our players' runners: Troppo - an Australian who ventured to Seattle in search of work once a military injury (several lost fingers) had him on a medical discharge. His role in the party is infiltrator. Which gives him license to trivialize otherwise-challenging moments in my campaign by stealth-killing all the enemies I made for them. Later ends up dating a Johnson after a particular run. Still active as of this writing. Then there's Big Iron - our street sammy. An ex-cop who was put on indefinite administrative leave when she became known as Knight Errant's personal walking PR disaster - effectively the sixth world's version of the Demolition Man. However, as part of the conditions of this arrangement, she had to be on-call when KE needed her for anything. She became a runner to make ends meet and kind of became the Team Mom. And lastly is Clockwork. Clockwork is a decker who runs hot or cold - either hyper-compotent and hacking the planet, or getting thwarted by an OSHA-compliant stairwell (not joking about this) with no inbetweens. Rare flashes of brilliance illuminated the short and underwhelming career of a runner who, as of the most recent update, was sent to the hospital because his overweight girlfriend sat on his face. As the GM, I refuse to issue apologies or excuses. Mostly because, God damn man, you could've done SO MUCH BETTER! Oh yeah, I realize there is a canon runner named Clockwork. Well, we didn't know that going into it, so he got to fly under the radar on that. If he had actually hung in there, I planned on having the canon Clockwork troll him at some point. So, to start, we're all new and Sixth World is out of reach at the time (and debuting late at our local shops), so I decide to pitch the classic: a Stuffer Shack run. Seattle, 2080, early nostril-freezing early January. Big Iron goes into said Stuffer Shack, getting herself some snacks and condoms (in order not to look "lame"). The boy at the counter sleepily rings her up, just in time for Troppo - Spider-Manning his way up to a rooftop in order to eye a gang of elves acting shifty outside the store. This leads to the first glitch of the game - the elves glitch in their attempt to notice Spider-Troppo. Elf 3: Whoa! Look! That pigeon is fat! Elf 4: Who cares?! Focus! Troppo: Troppo sits in silence to watch these crazy elves, taking only minor offense at being called a fat pigeon. One of the elves goes around the side to start hacking the security (which isn't exactly top-notch), and the other three enter and declare themselves the "Daggerbacks" - an elven supremacy movement looking to expand the glorious empire of Tir Tangaire (and sucking at it). Big Iron attempted to take the high road and offered them a chance to reconsider this terrible decision, but they scoff at the offer and a shootout ensues. This goes poorly for the elves (and would've gone worse for them, had I properly read about how this system handles damage! Shadowrun is a ruthlessly kill-y system!) as Big Iron sends the three scattering, one diving for cover, one wounded who slumps into a wall, and the leader with a baseball-sized hole in his torso, blown backwards into the store's front door. He is then grabbed by a colossal, Troll hand, which firmly affixes to his head, causing him to drop his firearm in defeat. The owner of the hand is Oscar, a former coworker of Big Iron who "just so happened to be in the neighborhood" at the time and lent a hand in arresting them. Oh yeah, and Clockwork traced their network activity and arrived at the scene in the nick of too late. Troppo ultimately intimidated their decker into absolute surrender, lifting a coupon for "SUSHI RAINBOW - NOW WITH REAL FISH!" and his deck off him in the process, causing him to flee - claiming to never really care about the Tir - without deck but with soiled pants. The firefight inside dies down not long after. Cashier: You shot it, you bought it! Big Iron: Now's not the time! By sheer coincidence, the other elves had SUSHI RAINBOW coupons on them as well - my subtle shove towards a meet-up place. Big Iron and Troppo meet en route, having established they did work together in the past. Before long, we were all together, meeting at SUSHI RAINBOW, its owners being Japanese immigrants, Yoshi and Rinko Watanabe and their gyaru daughter, Honoka. Since we were playing with few players than normally constitutes a full runner team, I made a few NPCs to help fill any niches that needed addressing. Honoka was a technomancer and had skills like auto mechanic and gunsmith. And, due to an amusing typo (AKA: Clockwork's persistent illiteracy), a new team of runners was born: "Hey, guys! Someone's biting my runner handle!" complained Friend Octopus. "You really need to change it, dude," Observed Radical Larry. "You're one to talk," sighed Sexy Penguin. "All of you, shut up and focus. This bomb isn't gonna defuse itself and if it goes off, we'll lose the entire shipment of irridium discs!" scolds their leader, Disco Panda. Anyways, back in Seattle, we learn Yoshi and Rinko are retired runners who still have contacts throughout the city. Rinko agrees to bring the runners on on a regular basis, provided they assist with a little issue that's been plaguing them for a while: The Silver Knives. A gang of over-the-hill mostly-mages, who are going around and harassing people as of late in the area. I learned many of the foibles of GMs that day. On account the first leg of the run (a shoot-up down a narrow corridor/alleyway) was trivialized by Troppo Spider-Troppo'ing down on them and assassinating them. For reference, I use the dice that came in the Sixth World Beginner's Box - cuz they're super cool - and these geezers were glitching left and right. So, having made complete work of that, the runners got to the main event - a raid on their warehouse compound (where they would be paid for each of the gang necklaces of each head they popped) and were assigned an NPC shaman, Fallen Snow, an Amerindian Shaman who had a... very special master spirit. I used Shark from the core book as the basis and... well... Go to Youtube, and search for "Lumpy Touch Movie Sonic". Once again, as GM, I never make apologies. Except in one run. But that was only half my fault. Fucking stairs, man. Not even once. Well, I underestimated them again and, though the gangers had a numbers advantage, Troppo and Fallen Snow were stealth/assassin builds and Clockwork was given the rival in the form of the 1337 H@X0R, an elderly, experienced hacker who was learning computers before the previous Great Crash, well up to 2080. Fallen Snow then reveals her spirit as Wendigo (full name: Wendigo of the North), who proceeds to beat the hell out of and then subsequently eats the gangers as they go. Now, a small excerpt from our game: "Snow thrusts her arms out to the side as she glows dimly, as two disproportionately long, clawed hands extend up, then out, landing on the ground and pushes up a lumbering, terrifyingly large spirit. Its head is clad in a goat's skull, but its eyes still seem to bulge and protrude from the sockets, as if they are being squeezed. It has a massive set of jaws and ever-convulsing skin that paradoxically seems to hang limp off the spirit's frame. "HEY GUIYS!" the spirit announces itself in an echoing, unearthly voice, "I'm STARVIN' over here!" “Jesus fuck, Snow,” Troppo says under his breath, without taking his eyes off the sprawling enemies. "Wendigo. By our contract. Kill the Silver Knives. Oh, and don't swallow their necklaces. We need those," Snow demands. "Does that mean... WHAT I THINK IT MEANS?!" the spirit cackles. Snow sighs, rolls her eyes, and replies, "Yes. You may eat them. Don't belabor the point. We're in a hurry and outnumbered," “Jesus FUCK, Snow,” Troppo repeats, with greater emphasis this time. Clockwork gasps "Holy shit" Snow rests her eyes for a moment with a sigh. "When gangers killed my family... my magical 'spark' ignited. And I screamed for anything that would give me revenge. And I summoned a Spirit of Hunger," "OH BOY OH BOY, YOU GUYS! It's like a buffet line! Sure, the meat's tough and been under the heat lamp too long, but there's SO MUCH TO TRY!" Wendigo guffaws as his legs manifest and he rises to his full height. After Clockwork used his gun to off a guy in meatspace, Wendigo even pried, "Are you gonna eat that?!" with a sadistic laugh. Clockwork won (narrowly), just in time for the BOSS FIGHT to stomp in - a cybered-up ork with raw strength to spare. When he threw Wendigo across the warehouse, even Big Iron strongly considered the better part of valor. Boss: Well, well, well... I go out for one night on the town with the missus and I come back to find everyone in my branch has kicked their damn oxygen habit... Troppo: Well, to be fair, it's a bad habit to have. Everyone who has it eventually ends up dead. Boss: Too true. Too true. Especially in this day and age. So, you busted up my joint. Least I can do is tell you my call sign. Y'er, uh, runners, yeah? You got call signs, I wager. Mine, when I was a young man, was Wrecking Ball Big Iron: GET SOME, GRANDAD! (Proceeds to open fire wildly). Wrecking Ball: (Dodges, much to the team's horror). The old way it is, then. This was not a fight I had any intention of making easy on them. Hell, I was even going to give them the chance to use social combat to escape. But Big Iron cast the first stone and thus, the battle was underway. But with a bit of teamwork - and a review of how armor works in the game - they were able to beat him - and obtain a specially ranked insignia off his necklace with a color ranking - a green jewel. Rinko paid the team handsomely. The team then got the chance to go back to SUSHI RAINBOW and rest a while. Not long after, I assigned their next run - in what would come to be known as the COFFEE RUN. Join us there as we also DRAW DICKS ON MUSEUM WALLS! And meet a SUPERHERO TEAM! See you there!
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Don’t Feed the Animals
I’ve been inspired by everyone on Tumblr so I wrote my first Irondad fic! Shoutout to @peterparkerisntdead for giving me ideas for this and being the most valid mutual on this website. You a real one bruh.
Words: 3,100
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Flash Thompson, May Parker (mentioned)
Warnings: Major fluffiness, a smidge of angst, a bit of bullying, lots of Irondad
Hope you enjoy it!
Peter is so totally screwed and that’s just a fact at this point.
Not that he blames May, of course. There’s no way she could have known she’d get called into work so suddenly. It’s just, well… he needs another chaperone. And where on earth is he going to find someone now, just days before the field trip?
Peter puts his phone down on his desk and runs a hand over his face. He needs something to take away his anxiety and help him clear his head a little.
Hot chocolate. He needs hot chocolate.
He makes his way to the kitchen, through the maze of hallways in the compound. As he waits for the milk to heat up in the microwave, Peter begins a list in his head: May is obviously out of the question; Mr. Stark would never in a million years agree to watch a bunch of snot-nosed teens for a day; Ms. Potts has a company to run and Peter wouldn’t want to bother her with something like this; there’s no way he’d ask Vision to do it, either; and since Colonel Rhodes is still on the mend, Peter doesn’t want to put any more unneeded stress on the man.
Peter is in quite the pickle.
The microwave dings. Peter pulls out the warm milk and adds the cocoa powder, stirring gently. On his way back to the other side of the island, he grabs a couple cookies from Mr. Stark’s secret stash. As he sinks into his chair and takes that first chocolatey sip, he hears footsteps coming from the direction of the lab. Peter turns to see Mr. Stark enter the kitchen, coffee mug in hand.
“Hey, Pete,” he greets, patting Peter’s shoulder before taking his mug to the sink.
“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter returns. He takes another sip of hot chocolate and tries to think of more possibilities.
Mr. Stark pauses, looking back at the teen sitting in front of him. “What’s with you, kid? Something happen on patrol last night?”
“No,” Peter admits, “I’m just thinking.”
“I thought I smelled something burning.”
Peter makes a face at his mentor.
“What are you thinking about?” Mr. Stark asks. He leans on the counter across from him.
Sighing, Peter explains, “My Environmental Science class is going on a field trip to the zoo on Friday and May was supposed to chaperone, except now she has to cover for her coworker all week so she can’t go. And that means I need to find someone to fill in for her or my teacher is gonna kill me.”
Mr. Stark thinks for a moment, stroking his goatee.
“Yeah, that does sound like quite the predicament,” he says quietly.
“The only people I could think of were you, Ms. Potts, Vision, and Colonel Rhodes, but Ms. Potts has a company to run and Vision would just raise a bunch of questions and—”
“Woah, wait, what about me?”
Peter rubs the back of his neck. “Well, I figured you’d have better things to do than spend the day at a zoo with a bunch of teenagers.”
“Are you kidding me?” Mr. Stark says. “The zoo sounds way better than going to boring meetings and pretending to pay attention all day.”
“Really?”
“Totally. When did you say it was?” he asks, already pulling out his phone.
Peter can’t help the excitement blooming in his chest as he tells him, “It’s this Friday. We have to be at school at the normal time—which is 8 if you didn’t know—and then we’re gonna head over to the Central Park Zoo and we get to do whatever we want—within reason, obviously—and we can go anywhere in the zoo as long as we’re with an adult, but we do have to head to certain habitats because we’re gonna have a worksheet to fill out that we have to hand in so—”
Mr. Stark raises a hand, effectively cutting Peter off from his rambles.
“I’ll fill in for your aunt as long as you don’t talk my ear off while we’re there,” he proposes. “Deal?”
“Deal!” Peter says, grinning broadly. A thought quickly comes to his mind and his smile falters just slightly. “Uh, Mr. Stark, you wouldn’t happen to have your clearances already, would you?”
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Friday comes quickly for Peter. Environmental Science isn’t necessarily his favorite class this year, but he can’t deny that he’s super excited to go to the zoo, especially since Mr. Stark will be there.
That morning, he catches an earlier train to make sure he definitely won’t be late. He also maybe kinda sorta wants to be there before Mr. Stark gets there.
When he gets to Midtown, there are already a few kids from his class milling in front of the entrance; the ones who notice him approach offer small smiles. By the time everyone in the class shows up, there are five minutes until they have to leave and Mr. Stark is nowhere to be seen.
Peter tries not to panic too much. He might be stuck in traffic or want to be fashionably late… or he forgot entirely. Peter quickly shoves the thought from his mind. No, Mr. Stark is a lot of things but forgetful isn’t usually one of them. Plus, he seemed like he was actually looking forward to this when they talked on the phone the other night.
“Mr. Parker?”
Peter glances over his shoulder to see his teacher looking at him expectantly.
“He’ll be here soon, Mrs. Hernandez,” he assures her. “Promise.”
But then there are two minutes until they have to leave and still no Mr. Stark. The other kids are beginning to get annoyed with him, he can tell, because they just want to get the trip started. Peter checks his phone, in case he missed any calls from the man, when a car engine catches his attention.
He raises his head just as one of Mr. Stark’s fancy cars pulls into the parking lot and parks a few spaces away from the class. Mr. Stark gets out of the car and straightens his crisp black suit before walking over to the group of students gawking at him.
“Sorry I’m late, teach,” he calls, adjusting his sunglasses. “Traffic was a mess.”
Mrs. Hernandez just nods dumbly.
When Mr. Stark reaches Peter, he clasps a hand on his shoulder. “How's it going, kid?”
“Good! You ready for the zoo, Mr. Stark?”
“I was born ready,” he says. “I should probably go meet with the boss lady before we go, so we’ll talk later, alright?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Stark!” says Peter.
As soon as Mr. Stark is somewhat out of earshot, the rest of the class descends on Peter, their voices blurring together.
“How do you know Tony Stark?”
“Holy crap, Parker, I didn’t think you were serious about that internship!”
“Can you ask him if I can get a picture?”
Peter tries to answer their questions despite his quickening breaths and the growing headache behind his eyes. He’s never been good at being the center of attention, but with his heightened senses, the sudden increase of noise makes him feel even worse.
Eventually, Mrs. Hernandez calls for everyone to get on the bus and Peter breathes a sigh of relief. He climbs on behind Cindy and takes a seat toward the back of the bus, some distance away from everyone else. It’s not like he’s trying to be antisocial or anything, he just needs some time alone to chill out and let himself calm down a little. He doesn’t get very far into his “me time” before Mrs. Hernandez is addressing the class.
“We’ll be splitting up into groups before we get to the zoo and I’ll hand out the worksheets then,” she tells them. “Everyone must be part of a group and you must stay with a chaperone at all times.”
All heads swivel toward Peter expectantly, and he slumps in his seat, trying to disappear on the spot.
“I’ve already chosen your groups, guys,” Mrs. Hernandez says quickly, earning more than a few groans up and down the bus. She starts reading names off of a list, pairing kids with one of the nine chaperones. If Peter’s math is correct, and it usually is, that means there should be three kids per group, with one group of two. Mr. Stark’s name is the last one read, followed by, “Mr. Parker and Mr. Thompson.”
Peter’s heart sinks to the pavement racing beneath the bus. Twenty-six other kids in the class and it just has to be him. A few rows ahead, Flash turns around, giving Peter a wicked grin, and all of Peter’s excitement for the trip disappears at once.
An hour later, the bus pulls up outside of the Central Park Zoo and everyone clambers off to stand with their groups; Flash makes sure to step on Peter’s foot when Mr. Stark isn’t looking. Despite the flare of pain, Peter doesn’t say a word. He’s been waiting for this all week, and he’s not about to let Flash ruin it for him.
Once Mrs. Hernandez has passed out the worksheets and everyone has gone through security and the ticket stalls, they’re free to do whatever they want.
“So, where do you want to go first, boys?” Mr. Stark asks, his eyes scanning the map he’d picked up at the entrance.
Peter opens his mouth to respond, but Flash doesn’t give him the chance.
“Let’s go see the poison dart frogs!” he says. It doesn’t sound much like a suggestion.
“You good with that, Pete?”
Even though he really wants to see the penguins, Peter shrugs and replies, “Sure.”
As they set off for the frogs, Flash in the lead, Peter notices Mr. Stark watching him. He glances over and gives his mentor a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No need to make him worry on his day off.
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By the time lunch rolls around, they’ve seen everything Flash wanted to see and one thing Peter wanted. Not that Peter’s complaining—everything has been awesome so far and he’s still enjoyed all the animals. He could have done without Flash’s snide comments and jabs every time they were out of earshot of their chaperone—“I didn’t know they had a Make-A-Wish for orphans, Parker”—but at least Mr. Stark seems to be having a good time, which, if he’s being honest, is infinitely more important to Peter.
They stop at one of the restaurants near the entrance. When Mr. Stark offers to pay for the meal, Flash decides to order the most expensive thing on the menu, complete with a large soda and a large cup of ice cream. Peter, who’s gotten used to Mr. Stark paying for things for him at this point, sticks with chicken fingers and fries and a small pink lemonade, because why not?
“Hey, Parker,” Flash says as they sit down at a table with their trays of food, “can I look at your worksheet? I wanna check my answers.”
“Yeah, sure,” Peter responds, knowing full well Flash hasn’t written a single word on his.
While Flash is very obviously copying Peter’s work, Peter and Mr. Stark talk about school, the company, and the engagement. They don’t mention Peter’s “extra-curricular activities” with someone else sitting so near, though Peter is dying to discuss his new web formula that he hasn’t gotten to show his mentor yet. But he restrains himself, knowing he’ll be heading to the compound that afternoon and can show him then.
Once they’ve all finished their lunches, they head out to see the rest of the habitats.
“I wanna go see the grizzly bear,” Flash tells them.
“Woah, wait, hold on,” Mr. Stark says, putting a hand in the air. “You got to pick last time, let’s let Peter have a turn.”
“It’s okay, Mr. Stark,” Peter assures him. “We can go see the grizzly bear first.”
“Nonsense,” he replies. “I wanna know what you want to see, kid.”
Trying to hide his rising blush, Peter mumbles, “Well, I kinda wanted to visit the penguins…”
Mr. Stark smiles at him—not his press smile, but a real one. “Wonderful! Let’s go see the penguins.”
As he puts a hand on the boys’ shoulders and begins steering them toward the Polar Circle exhibit, Peter resolutely ignores Flash’s almost murderous glare directed at him and focuses instead on the signs pointing them in the right direction.
The penguins are adorable and without a doubt his favorite animal of the day. They arrive just in time to feed them, much to Peter’s delight. With a fascinated gleam in his eyes, he watches the penguins snap at the fish people throw to them. Mr. Stark pats him on the back when he manages to toss a fish right into a penguin’s mouth; when Flash does the same thing, he gets a tight-lipped smile. Peter’s positively beaming by the time they leave to head to the grizzly bears, and when Mr. Stark wraps an arm around his shoulders, he thinks he might actually die of happiness.
Of course, Flash just has to ruin it.
They’re waiting for Mr. Stark on a bench outside the bathrooms at the end of the day when Flash casually leans over to him. “So, Parker, how much did it cost you?”
“How much did what cost me?” Peter asks, bewildered.
“The actor,” he says. “How much did you pay him to pretend to be Tony Stark?”
Huffing in annoyance, Peter crosses his arms over his chest and tells him, “I didn’t pay anyone, Flash.”
“Sure you didn’t,” Flash says with a smug grin.
“No, seriously, I didn’t,” Peter insists. “That’s actually Mr. Stark, I swear.”
“Oh, yeah, and I’m actually Captain America.”
Peter stiffens a little, but Flash doesn’t notice. It’s a very good thing Mr. Stark isn’t around to hear this conversation.
“Be real, Parker,” Flash says. “Even if you were really Tony Stark’s intern—which you’re obviously not—why the hell would he agree to go on a school field trip with you of all people?”
Peter doesn’t know how to respond to that, because really, why would Mr. Stark want to go on a field trip with him? He knows pretty much everything about Peter. Maybe he feels sorry for him because it’s just him and May now. Peter’s well used to people’s pity because of Ben and his parents. Is Mr. Stark just like everyone else? Just tolerating him because he’s a charity case?
He’s saved from trying to come up with a reply.
“Maybe,” says a voice to their left, “it’s because I enjoy Peter’s company, which is more than I can say for you.”
The boys turn to see Mr. Stark standing at the other end of the bench, looking down at them through his sunglasses.
Flash sputters, trying to lessen the blow. “M-Mr. Stark, I didn’t—I didn’t see you there.”
“Obviously,” Mr. Stark says with an eye roll, “or you would have kept your mouth shut and not harassed my intern. Although, honestly, I’m kinda glad you did. Because that just confirms how much of a jerk I thought you were.”
The expression painting Flash’s face is priceless. Abject terror mixed with shame and just a dash of irritation at being caught. It makes up for every bad thing that happened that day.
Mr. Stark pushes his sunglasses back up his nose and sniffs. “So, Mr. Thompson, I would suggest you apologize to Peter—and you better mean it—and walk your little butt back to the bus. And you should probably wait for me so the two of us can have a word with your teacher.”
After a very forced apology, Flash picks himself up off the bench and trudges over to the exit. Before he gets very far though, Mr. Starks calls after him, “And Flash?”
The teen glances back over his shoulder.
“You can rest assured that I am very much the real Tony Stark,” he finishes, flashing his press smile. Then, turning to Peter, he asks, “You good, kid?”
Peter, who’s been a silent observer this whole time, has to physically stop himself from tackling the man.
“Are you kidding?” he says. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen! You totally tore Flash apart! I’ve never seen him so scared in my life!”
“Yeah, well, I’m just glad he decided to keep his mouth shut and not try to lie his way out.” Mr. Stark meets Peter’s eyes. “Does that happen a lot?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Peter responds, “Well, yeah, I guess. But I can handle Flash on my own, you don’t have to worry about it. He’s a bully to everyone, and I’m kinda used to it, so I’ve got a thick skin.”
“If you say so, kid,” Mr. Stark says. There’s a small pause before he speaks again. “I’m allowed to worry, you know.”
“What?”
“I’m allowed to worry about you,” he explains. “Yeah, you’re Spider-Man and you stop crime every night and you’ve got freaky spider powers, but all that doesn’t change the fact that you’re a kid. And more than that… you’re my kid.”
Peter stares at him wide-eyed, not daring to speak.
“I know I’m not the most responsible person in the world,” Mr. Stark says. “I’m a terrible influence on you, and really, I’m surprised your aunt even lets me near you, but—” he takes a deep breath—“I’m trying. I’m new to the whole ‘co-parenting/mentor’ thing and there’s no doubt I’m gonna have many f—mess ups in the future, but I wanna do right by you and May. And if that means worrying about you every once in a while when you’re not parading around in spandex, then you gotta let me worry a bit.”
For a long second, there’s silence between them. Then, before he can help himself, Peter jumps up and wraps his arms around Mr. Stark. There’s only a slight moment of hesitation before Mr. Stark hugs him back.
“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter says, pulling away. “For everything. Today was awesome.”
“Even with Mr. Rain Cloud?”
“Totally.”
With an arm slung over Peter’s shoulder, Mr. Stark leads the two of them to the bus, where the rest of the class is waiting.
“Hey, Pete?”
“Yeah, Mr. Stark?” Peter answers, gazing up at the man next to him.
“You wanna have a movie night tonight?” he proposes. “You get to pick the movie, so long as it’s not Star Wars or anything Disney—God knows we’ve watched them enough times. I’ll even see if Pepper’s free. We can make popcorn and eat whatever flavor of ice cream you want. What do you say?”
Peter’s practically bouncing alongside him as his head bobs up and down. “That would be totally awesome, Mr. Stark! Don’t worry, I’ll pick a good movie, I promise.”
And together they rejoin Peter’s classmates, playfully debating whether The Godfather is really an appropriate movie for a sixteen-year-old.
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m00nslippers · 5 years
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All of our questions were answered in RHATO #31! OR WERE THEY? (They weren’t, like at all.)
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When we left off in #30, Jason was confronting the guy who claims to be Willis Todd in the basement of an abandoned creepy prison made over into some kind of drug distribution center/android factory/still a prison. That’s pretty much right where they pick up. Oh and also the cover says:
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They really don’t, though. One guy dies. One. This cover was an outright lie. There are ZERO zombies in this issue! WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME LIKE THIS DC?
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There’s a flashback of ‘Willis’ looking back on how Rebirth has gone so far and saying some pretty poignant stuff about how Gotham hasn’t treated Jason the way he deserves. I’m not going to lie, I’m really into the Jason as the promised son/savior allegories. The Damned Prince of Gotham is an iconic epithet.
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THIS is where we left off, and we learn Willis is calling himself Solitary and starts calling Jason ‘son’ but Jay isn’t having it.
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Jason, you’re like two or three years older than this kid. And you’ve been way worse than kidnapped when you were way younger. Seriously, it’s like he doesn’t even realize he’s traumatized.
ALSO, JayMig, you guys. He’s LEGAL. Ship ship ship ship ship....(it’s okay if you don’t get on my ship I’m just going to be weird over here in this corner...)
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Solitary: You missed me! *crowbar wooshes past him* Jason: I ain’t missed nuthin’! *crowbar hits Bunker’s prison-vat* Solitary: Ulp! (no he literally said ulp! in one panel.) Jason: You’ve been bamboozled, SON!
Classic Jason Todd.
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I guess Solitary can control perception? I thought he was literally just omnipresent like he was literally everywhere and nowhere. That’s what he said to Ma Gunn, his ‘mother’. But whatever. This is Lobdell, he forgets what he’s doing halfway through doing it and just starts doing something else entirely.
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Bunker is Mexican, if you guys didn’t know. It actually makes some sense that he’s here. in Mexico. Also, canonically gay.
( Ship ship ship ship ship )
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Technically I’m not sure they actually met in that comic. It was a crossover event in New 52, Roy and Starfire and the Teen Titans (including Bunker) fought zombies, or something while Tim and Jason were captured by the Joker and Jason actually got to show off a little by psyching out the Joker and shooting him while blindfolded and breaking him and Tim out of trouble after getting kidnapped (those two sure do get kidnapped a lot when they are together...)
Also, SUPER REFRESHING for a hero to run into the Red Hood and be all, “Hey man, let’s be friends!” instead of immediately belike “What!? The Red Hood? Yuck, you’re a bad guy! Imma fight you!”
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Dog has been around for 2 issues and she’s already the most useful teammate Jason has ever had. Jason and Dog, besties forever!
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You really didn’t though, Jay. We have no idea who this guy is, how he got your old costume, what he wants or why he’s here. All we know is he wants you to go back to Gotham.
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WHY CAN’T YOU BE HONEST WITH US!? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?
They were fighting right before this panel, and the fight was pretty good too, they seem to be evenly matched in terms of fighting ability. Maybe Wingman was slightly better, but Jason had a Doggo on his side so it evened out.
Unrelated, but I actually like this artist and what they are doing, everything looks really clean, the action is very readable and the anatomy is excellent, I’m not a fan of Jason’s haircut but luckily we already know he gets his longer hair back in an issue or two, thank god.
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Solitary comes out as Jason’s dad. Apparently when he was in prison he volunteered for some experiments on people’s minds to try to get out early. We saw a little of this foreshadowed like ten issues ago. The experiments were done with tech stolen from Lex Luthor, so he hired Artemis to go fuck them up for stealing it and using it on people. In the fight it messed Wilis up and combined his mind with a few other inmates into his body or something. So that’s what happened to him.
I think it’s trying to be implied that this prison Jason is at where Solitary is operating out of was literally the prison where it all happened, but there are a few problems with that, namely 1) they don’t send American prisoners to Mexican prisons, and 2) that prison had water around it in the panels where it showed it happening and this prison is in the middle of a dessert so who knows what’s going on here.
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Okay, so a Gotham thug getting a batman tattoo after coming out of a fight with him without going to prison is the kind of thing a Gotham thug would totally brag about. “See this scar? I got it from Batman, yo! And then I got a bat tattoo to commemorate it!”
Guess what though, Willis/Solitary doesn’t have the tattoo. SOLITARY ISN’T HIS DAD. Maybe this guy thinks he’s Willis but he’s actually not, he just has his memories or perceptions or whatever. He was one of the minds combined into this dude. This explains why Jason walked right past him more than once, he wasn’t really his dad (although with ‘perception’ powers it wouldn't actually have mattered even if he was). Jason has so many shitty wannabe dads it’s crazy. Batman, Solitary, Joker, Ra’s, get in line, folks.
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Jason straight up kills this guy, no flinching. I love how Jason is so matter of fact about everything in this issue, Solitary says he’s his dad, and Jason is just like, “Okay, no, and I can prove it.” No melodramatic gasps or anything.
It amazes me that people seem to think Jason is so overemotional and angry all the time, and can’t get anything done because he’s too busy being mad, when he does shit like this without making any kind of deal about it or shouting or anything. Jason gets angry and emotional about ONE THING, and that’s his ACTUAL FAMILY BEING SHITTY TO HIM. A.K.A batfam stuff. Pretty much whenever he’s actually mad, and acting crazy it’s justified, he’s in serious emotional distress. He’s not some super angry murder boy all the time! I mean, he does murder people...but not because he’s just angry, it’s always a calculated move.
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A slight time skip (a week).
*cries* WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?
I think Lobdell is as pissed off as we are that Roy was killed off in a stupid way for stupid drama. Because he’s been really selling us Jason being super sad and messed up about it and even tried to give him a good send off in the Annual. Like, I complain a lot about Lobdell, but at least I think he actually likes Jason and tries to do right by him in his stories, he’s just really scatterbrained about storylines sometimes. Like he needs someone to say, “Yeah, maybe not this, but this stuff is good.” That’s kind of the comics industry in general though, they don’t have anyone making sure characters act in character. They need someone vetoing some of the more stupid ideas, but they don’t seem to have any of that.
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The New Outlaws! Red Hood, Bunker, Dog and Wingman.
Wingman is...some old guy. We see his face but it’s no one obvious. Clearly he has some connection to Jason. But he’s definitely not Roy, unless something REALLY weird is going on.
I still think there’s a good chance that he’s a future Jason from another dimension. But there’s also a chance that he’s Jason’s REAL FATHER since we know Solitary wasn’t. Hell, maybe he’s got the same powers Solitary had and it was him who went to see Ma Gunn before because she seemed pretty sure that guy was really Willis Todd, and he’s changing how he looks so Jay won’t know. We’ll see I guess.
And Bunker is just like, oh, you’re gonna go back to Gotham, fuck up Penguin and take all his stuff and start running a mob? I’m down. I don’t know his character (except that Lobdell created him and purposefully made him not angsty), I’m going to have to read some old Teen Titans, but I’m into it so far. He’s just super puppy-like, helpful, “I don’t know what’s happening but let’s be friends!” I can imagine Jason just blinking at him and being like, “Just...what even are you? Why are you so nice?! Why do you even like me!? Why are you even here!?” Miguel, all like, *shrug* “You saved my life and you’re hot?” Jason, “...well that’s a reason, I guess.”
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YEEEEES. Tell me the old costume is making a come back! Also, Jason in a Trench Coat is the shit. He looks so sexy, you guys. I’m so ready for Mob Boss Jason. And Miguel is his gay right hand lover I mean man. YES.
( Ship ship ship ship ship )
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Yeah, I’m getting so many “Wingman is from the future” vibes right now. He’s either Jason himself or someone he knows, but from the future/another dimension. Or maybe he can see the future.
Well, that was it. It was pretty good even if I was raising my eyebrows a few times at all the NOT explaining we were getting. I’m actually kind of excited for next issue though, you guys! Jason is going to mess up Penguin and take the Ice Burg Lounge, I’m so up for this!
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averagemarvelbitch · 5 years
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The Billionaire and The Mechanic / STONY
Summary: Steve is a billionaire who worked hard to get where he is. He meets Tony, the mechanic, and falls in love faster than he ever thought possible. But Tony has some issues to work through, and some secrets he’s clearly not ready to share, and Steve’s friends, ever so overprotective, are not really trusting of this strange mechanic who seems to have the billionaire wrapped around his little finger.
They soon find out that loving someone isn’t always easy, but it might be worth it in the end.
Chapters: 3/?
Tagging: @huntersociopathavenger @inmyownweirdworld
Read it on AO3
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Tony smelled coffee. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking. The other side of the bed was empty, but it was very much obvious that it had been occupied before. He smiled as he remembered the events of the night before. The way Steve had worshipped his body, his mouth slowly discovering every inch of him, his hands memorizing every curve. The young mechanic had been with his fair share of partners, men and women alike, but he could safely say that none of them had ever pulled him apart like Steve had. He had fallen right asleep after hours and hours of lovemaking, too satisfied and tired to stay awake any longer. He could still feel the delicious ache in his body as he moved on the bed, stretching his arms and legs like a cat.
“Good morning”, a voice spoke from the door.
Tony looked up and smiled. Steve was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, holding a steaming cup of coffee.
“Oh, it’s a very good morning”, Tony said pointedly looking at Steve’s crotch, “Would be even better if you were naked and in bed with me”.
Steve smiled and sat down next to the mechanic, offering him the cup, “But on the bright side, I made coffee”.
“That’s the only reason I’m forgiving you, Rogers”.
Tony drank the coffee slowly, moaning when the delicious liquid finally touched his tongue, burning his throat as it went down. Steve adjusted his legs, clearly uncomfortable as his dick sprung to life again.
“I’m late for work”, the blonde said.
Tony put the cup on the nightstand after finishing it and turned around. “Will you get into trouble? You could call in sick or something”.
“Nah, no trouble. I’m the boss”.
“Well, then, since you’re the boss”, Tony replied in a low tone, climbing into Steve’s lap and rubbing himself against the taller man, making him moan softly, “I’m sure you can stay for a few more hours, right?”
“I’m never late for work”, Steve tried to reason, but completely lost his trail of thought when he felt Tony’s hot mouth on his neck, his tongue slowly going up to his ear just as the mechanic’s hand found his dick under the black boxers.
“How about half an hour more and then we take a shower?” the mechanic whispered in his ear.
Steve wasted no more time and quickly threw Tony back on the bed, completely forgetting all about work and tardiness as he devoured the mechanic’s mouth.
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He had fifteen missed calls, ten from Bucky and five from Maria. He knew he was about to get an earful from both of them, especially from his best friend, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was happy. No, scratch that, he was… Well, Clint would probably describe it as “so happy you’re probably shitting rainbows”, which, truth be told, was a very apt description of how he felt at the moment. He couldn’t stop smiling. He also couldn’t stop thinking about Tony and their night together. And their morning together. And the shower they took together. And the very heated make out session right before Steve left, which almost turned into a christening of the kitchen table. And then the stairs.
Steve felt like a teenager all over again, falling in love for the first time. He knew he had a tendency to fall fast ― Bucky had reminded him of that so many times throughout the years ―, but this time, it felt different. It felt so different from every other time he had fallen for someone. He couldn’t explain it, couldn’t put it in words, but he knew. He knew Tony would be his last love.
By the time Steve finally arrived at SHIELD, it was almost lunch time since the promised half hour and shower had somehow turned into three hours of pure bliss for both parties. Hill was waiting for him by the door, looking ready to murder someone. He looked at her sheepishly.
“Where were you?” she hissed, following Steve inside his office.
“It’s personal. I didn’t have any meetings, did I?”
“No. But still, it would be nice to be warned. I’ve worked here for ten years, Steve, and not ONCE were you late for work. As a matter of fact, you’ve never even called in sick! So forgive me for worrying!”
This time, Steve looked properly apologetic. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I should have called”.
“Or texted”.
“Or texted. Is there anything that needs my attention right now?”
Hill huffed, quickly adjusting her expression to a more professional one. “No, nothing at the moment. You do have three very important meetings later, one of them with General Ross. You might want to prepare”.
“I will. Thank you, Maria”.
With a nod, Hill left the office, closing the door behind her. Steve, then, took his phone from his pocket and quickly sent a text to his mechanic.
>>I can’t wait until Friday.
The answer came after just a few seconds.
<<You literally just left my house. You are insatiable, Rogers. Also, I’m very impressed with your refractory period. Five times in two hours, how the hell is that possible?
Steve snorted and let his finger hover over the phone for a moment before replying.
>>I volunteered for a super secret government project and they injected me with a super serum that gave some extraordinary abilities such as superhuman strength, superhuman speed and a dick that won’t quit.
<<Give me their number. My ass would like to send them a mini muffin basket as thanks.
<<Okay, I actually need to work now, even though I’m walking like a fucking penguin thanks to you. Talk to you later, handsome.
Steve didn’t have time to reply, however, because his door suddenly opened with a loud bang, and Bucky walked in, looking livid.
“Dude, what the hell?”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry”.
“Fuck, Stevie, we’ve been worried sick about your sorry ass. Where the hell were you?”
“You know, I am a grown man who can take care of himself”, Steve replied, rolling his eyes.
“You’re a dumbass who has no sense of self-preservation”, Bucky corrected him, sitting on one of the chair. “So, I’m guessing the date went well”.
“It did”, he answered simply, not really wanting to give his best friend many details.
“You dog. So, Nat wants to double date…”
Steve vehemently shook his head, “NOPE. No, no way, not gonna happen”.
“Why the ever loving fuck not? Are you embarrassed of us or something?”, Bucky asked, feigning offense.
“I know you two. You’re way too overprotective. You’re going to use this date to dig dirt on him and psychoanalyze him and scare him away. I like him, Bucky”.
“Come on, punk, we’re not gonna do that, okay? I promise. Nat and I will be on our best behavior”, he promised, crossing his heart, “So will Sam, Clint and Coulson”, he whispered right after.
“Oh, so it’s not a double date, you’re full on ganging on him”, Steve said, exasperated.
“We’ll be nice. Come on, man, we wanna meet this mechanic who’s got you by the balls after one date”.
Steve looked at his best friend with a frown and then shook his head, resigned. “Fine”, he said, and Bucky punched the air with a soft yeah, “but if you guys scare him away, I swear, Bucky, I’m going to kill all of you”.
“Yeah, okay. Clint comes back next week so we’ll do it then”.
“Fine. Now, I need to prepare for my meetings. Hill booked Stane and Hammer this afternoon to pitch their weapons”.
“Hammer tech is crap, man”, Bucky complained, getting up.
“Yeah, but he wouldn’t shut up about his goddamn new guns at the fundraiser so I told Hill we’d give him a chance. But, to be fair, Stane isn’t much better lately”.
“Yeah, I know. Howard Stark was the brains behind the weapons, right? Makes sense that after his death they’d be out of good ideas”, Bucky explained, shrugging.
“I don’t know. Fury knew him, said the guy was losing his mind. Too much scotch, apparently. If he really was as bad as Fury made him to be, then it’s hard to believe he was the genius behind R&D”, Steve took a deep breath, reading over some papers on his desk, “Okay, I need to read this now. Come back at 3pm if you want to see the weapons for yourself, okay?”
“Sure. Oh, and, Stevie?”, Bucky called from the door, with an innocent expression, “What’s your boyfriend’s name again?”
“He’s not my boyfriend, Buck. Yet”.
“Name, jackass”.
“Tony Carbonell”, Steve replied with a suffering sigh, “his name is Tony Carbonell”.
“Cool. See you later, punk”.
“Jerk”, Steve replied softly under his breath, turning all his concentration back to the papers in front of him and trying not to lose himself on thoughts of Tony. Friday night couldn’t come fast enough.
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the name of the game - part 3
Here it is! The third and final part! Thank you so much for all your kind comments and kudos and likes and reblogs! You’re magic beans! 
Summary: 
He smiles at her, full of adoration. It’s a feeling she wishes she could frame, hang it on a wall. Perhaps that way she would feel less lonely when he is gone. “It’s only early,” he tells her, picking up his tie from the floor. “You could go back to sleep if you wanted.” And why would she want to? They don’t have long together, and she doesn’t want to miss a moment of the time they have left.' Where Fitz is someone he's not meant to be and all Jemma wants is for him to see that. And to stay. An 'I'm dating a rich individual and it's complicated' AU. An expansion of my 'dark and sunny mornings' prompt fill.
{Read from the beginning here}
{Read Part 3 here}
Or Read Part 3 below! 
The winter comes and it comes furiously.
Rain and sleet pelt at her windows for days on end. Her work piles up as more and more researchers phone in sick with the cold, or broken ankles because of the ice. There’s a power-cut that leaves her in the dark for two days. Fitz is stuck at work, and only manages to see her for half of one night; he melts away at four in the morning and she wakes up with the bedsheets stone cold.
They barely speak when he visits, now. Not the way they used to. No more honesty. Truth is wrapped in thick layers of blankets and lies, tucked between them. It keeps them warm when they have nothing else to hold on to. It’s comforting to know that it’s there, but also comforting that they don’t have to confront it if they don’t want to.
It’s raining and cold and all she wants is him. This weather has never been her thing. Her toes are numb in her bed and she swears she sees her breath in the air. The winters goes on and on, and it only gets worse. Nothing seems to help. The days are long and dark.
He tells her one night when it is warm. His skin is hot against her; she’s surprised they don’t light up in the dark. He whispers it against her neck in hot, heavy breaths.
“I’m done.” A kiss. “I want to stay.” A kiss. “I want to be us. No more of this crap.” A kiss, accompanied by looking into her eyes, his own so electrically blue that she feels the shock accompanying his words.
Jemma cups her hand around his face, lets her love sink into him through her fingertips. Oh, how the strength she feels in these moments is enough for her to feel as though she could climb Everest without any trouble at all.
“Fitz,” and saying his name the way she does causes the mirage to crumble, his illusion to shatter, “Why?”
He stops, looks at her and when he says it she knows now that this is his truth, the words he clings to. This is what he knows, even if he knows nothing else.
“Because I love you.”
Even in her ecstasy, she cannot allow this. It has to be right, otherwise he will hate her later and that, surely, would kill her.
He knows, because he kisses her once and rolls onto his back, away from her. Instantly the cold comes back with an alarming force, and she presses herself into his side. Fitz’s arm comes round her and she breathes a sigh of relief.
“It has to be what you want, Fitz,” she whispers. He shivers beneath her words. “You have to believe it’s what’s best for you. Not just what I say.”
A minute ago they were red-hot; molten-lava at the centre of the Earth, impervious. Now they cool, become brittle. She needs to be careful, otherwise they could shatter.
Fitz says nothing and so Jemma nudges him gently. “You know I’m right.”
He sighs, ever so heavily, but his arm pulls her tighter and he drops a kiss on top of her air. “You always are.”
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Fitz Skypes her a week later.
Winter is still here, ferociously battering against her windows until all she can hear in her dreams is the sound of their rattling. Jemma is dressed in multiple layers – the last of these being a penguin onesie that her well-meaning but slightly blind great aunt had bought her for Christmas in a size eighteen. She snuggles in bed with the hood up; it’s so large that it covers half of her face.
“Looking good,” Fitz laughs when she accepts the call. “Can you even see out from under that thing?”
“No, not really,” she huffs, pushing it back from her face, instantly grateful to see but missing the warmth. “But it’s freezing here, so it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
Fitz’s camera quality is terrible, the image is grainy and almost black. She spies the glow of a streetlight outside the window behind him; he’s in his London office. The image is dark, but she can still see his face take on that thoughtful look.
“Yeah, sacrifices.” A more thoughtful tone as well. “Been thinking about them.”
“Oh?” It’s a very real struggle to keep her voice normal when her heart beats wildly underneath several woolly layers. “You have?”
He gives her one of his ‘oh come off it, Jemma’ looks. “Yup.”
“And?”
“And I’ve decided that I don’t even know why I’m here anymore.”
He scrubs his hands down the side of his face. His jacket is off, leaving him in only a suit and a half un-done tie. He’s been at the office a while, then. She sneaks a look at her clock, the red numbers flashing 23:24. His leather watch sits on his wrist, she sees the gold-rimmed face catch the light from his laptop.
There’s something funny about disappointment, about how it comes from nowhere and leaves you feeling ever so empty. Absently, she wonders if she should study it.
“I think about leaving and…” Fitz’s voice cracks; he is opening up his most vulnerable parts to her. She pulls the duvet tighter around her. “And I just see my mum.”
Jemma had met his mother a lot when she was younger, before she got ill. A kind woman with a round, honest face, and prone to pulling people in for hugs when she met them. Not a corporate wife, not somebody who could be made into one. Jemma feels certain that that woman, the one who held her when she was homesick and made her soup when she was ill, wouldn’t want this for the son she loved so dearly.
“Oh, Fitz,” she sighs, aching to touch him, hold him. “You could never have disappointed her. Ever.”
She has told him this before, of course, but he never believes her. Tonight, however, spurred on by the howling wind and the pelting rain, she will not be frightened off.
“Your mum said she was proud of you because when you took over the company you made it better.” She sees as Fitz looks up, as she deviates from the script. “You gave profits to charity, you made it more environmentally friendly, you paid off her mortgage and bought her a car. This,” she says earnestly, “this is why she said she was proud of you. Not for being the CEO, but what you did when you became it.”
“But if I stop doing those things, Jemma, then what does that make me?” Tears glisten in his eyes. “If I stop, if I run away because I couldn’t hack it anymore then I’m no better than anyone else. You think the guy they have lined up gives a crap about the environment? About the domestic abuse shelters?” He sighs. “I’d never forgive myself if people got hurt because I was selfish.”
This is why she told him no a week ago. She knew he was still conflicted.
The wind picks up and she has to turn her volume up to hear his heavy breathing. He looks a million years old. To take care of himself would not be selfish, how can he not see that? To have a life where he could still do good away from the bad, without feeling like he must atone for the sins of the man he got his name from, would not be disappointing his mother. Jemma knows this, is surer of it than anything else.
“Then let me come with you,” she tells him, swallowing all she wishes she could say. “Let me start a life with you in the company, hm? I’ll be the wife, Fitz. I’ll wear the dresses, I’ll pose for the poster.” A deep breath. “I’ll do it all, if it makes it better for you.”
Jemma can almost sense Fitz’s reaction before it comes. His head snaps up and there’s fire in his eyes. “No. Absolutely not happening. I’m not doing that to you.”
“You’re not doing anything to me, I’m making a choice-”
“Do you honestly think I’ll stand here and let you into this circus, let them hurt you, let them do to you what they tried to do to my mum?” A humourless chuckle. “No bloody way in hell, Jemma.”
“I’m strong, I-”
Again he interrupts. “They’re stronger. And they’ll try to break you down and down. I won’t let them do that to you. Not to anyone I love. Not again.”
She knew this would be his answer, but she had to try.
She sighs. “You have to think about you. This whole thing is ridiculous, now. We’re tired, Fitz. We’re getting older. This is childish, it’s a stupid game.” Tough love causes an ache in her heart but it’s the only way. “You have all the information. You have to make a decision.”
His voice sounds very far away and she has to turn the volume up even more. “Yeah, I know.”
“I love you, I really do.”
“I know.” He gives her a tired smile. There he is. “I love you, too.”
Then he just looks, his head tilted to the side and a half-smile on his face. For a second, she thinks he might reach out and touch the screen.
Instead he clears his throat, chuckles a little. “Next time I’m round I’ll have a look at your central heating. As adorable as the penguin is, your house shouldn’t be that cold.”
“I could start my own ice-farm out of here,” she complains, but lies down underneath her many layers of duvet and blankets, resting the laptop to the side.
“Now that would be something,” he says. “Imagine ever needing to farm ice.”
She shuts off the lamp and in the dark, with the wind having died down, it’s easier to pretend he’s right here, next to her, talking about the needs of ice-farmers, as she falls asleep.
-x-
Later.
Jemma wakes up to the cold air of the morning slamming her in the face. Her nose is numb. She burrows back under the duvet. The other side of the bed is empty but it’s fine, she can hear the shower running.
It’s three minutes before Fitz comes into the room, she counts the seconds. She listens for him to start getting ready, which he predictably does. There’s a war in her head: does she look or does she protect herself from the hurt him getting ready to leave will inevitably cause? In the end, looking wins out.
It’s dark this morning, but he’s turned on the lamp. It would be so easy to shut it off, for him to come back to bed. She sighs, pushes hair out of her eyes.
“What time do you leave?”
His back is to her, perched as he is on the end of the bed. Clothes rustle and it’s a beat before he answers. “Not for a bit.”
“Nowhere important to be today, then?” But to tease is an effort, for disappointment weights heavily on her heart.
“Nope. Not today.”
Still he does not turn to look at her. She frowns. Something is off.
“Are you alright, Fitz?” She asks, wondering if there’s something she said or did last night that has him acting funny. It was after midnight when he came around, and she can’t remember much except the usual rush she feels whenever he comes back to her. There were no conversations last night, meaningful or otherwise.
“Yeah, great, actually.” His tone is strange, but she doesn’t have time to ponder before he stands up and turns around and her heart skips a beat.
Dressed in a jeans and t-shirt, it doesn’t look like he’s rushing anywhere anytime soon.
Her heart begins to beat faster and a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth but she isn’t sure. Could it be?
“You’re going to work dressed like that?” But it’s an effort of a different sort to keep her voice so light, when really if she let it go it might float away.
He grins. It takes years off him. It’s as if overnight someone has taken an eraser to the dark shadows under his eyes and the fine lines on his forehead. “I thought I’d get us breakfast, you know? Figured you might be hungry.”
Jemma’s stomach rumbles on cue and Fitz looks at it pointedly. He reaches down to find the suit jacket he left to the floor last night, pulls something out and begins to fasten it around his wrist.
A watch. Silver. Scratched - Jemma can see the yellow light reflect in them. Old. The best thing she’s ever seen.
She sits up in bed, completely unaware of the cold. Nothing can touch her now. “When do you have to go back?”
The pretence is fun, now, when she knows that it’s only a game; one of an entirely different sort that she’s used to playing.
“Never.”
A grin, so big, so wide, that it could crack her face in two if she’s not careful. “Really?”
He comes over, sits next to her, cups his hand around her face and looks into her eyes. Everything seems so beautiful now. “Really.”
It’s impossible to believe that, after all these years, they’re finally where they want to be. “But how can that be? You said…”
He chuckles, lowers his eyes slightly but keeps his hand around her face. She never wants him to let go again. “I know what I said, Jemma. But then I thought about what you said and you were right.” He shakes his head slightly. “Mum wouldn’t’ve wanted this for me. So yesterday I quit.”
It takes her breath away. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” he confirms. “I’m still owner, technically, so I’ll have to do some things every so often but,” he says the next part with something she only could label as glee, “I’m free.”
Kissing him has never felt so good, so right. They are invincible, now.
“What will you do?” She asks, breaking away and resting her forehead against his. This is still Fitz, after all. He won’t be content sitting around all day, she knows him. He must have something.
“Well I was thinking I might start a new company, looking into green energy or stuff like that. I don’t have all the details worked out yet but,” he half shrugs, “I was wondering if you’d like to help me with it.”
The two of them, working together on projects the way they did all those years ago. It feels meant to be.
“I’d love to,” she tells him, unable to keep the smile off her face.
He looks at her as if he can’t quite believe it, as if this is his dream come true. She knows, because she can feel it in his fingertips, see it in his eyes and because this is the way she feels, too.
A shrill ring of the mobile phone breaks into the tranquillity and, despite knowing everything he has just said to be true, Jemma can’t help but be afraid.
He takes it off the beside table – the phone case, too, he has changed – and doesn’t even look at the caller ID before declining it.
“Fitz,” she admonishes softly, “what if it was important? What if you had to go somewhere?”
He tilts his head to the side, smiling as he shakes his head, as if some things about her are still a surprise to him, even after all these years.
“I think,” he tells her in a soft voice, “that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.”
And it’s unbelievable, it truly is. They've won the game.
He takes her in his arms and flicks off the light, all promises of breakfast forgotten. It's something truly divine. Jemma imagines they glow silver, magical and ethereal, against the dark.
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