#that was the final fucking straw for her and she was fully on board when bristle and dawn started looking for cats to join their rebellion
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Thinks oh so hard abt the spiraling upwards clan founders, especially the birchclan founders. Silly lil kitties who's pasts are drenched in blood with the primary regret of not drawing it sooner
#rat rambles#oc posting#warriors posting#spiraling upwards#long story short they had a shitty awful terrible leader who sucked absolutely ass and they tore him to shreds#I mean that literally they pinned him onto the mountain side and slashed and mauled the shit out of him so hard that his lives evaporated#and several of the cats involved in that scene are sill alive and major parts of the story and I love them#oh also the cat that pinned him through a stab through the throat was his own daughter btw everyone hated his ass so much#and for good reason get his ass#alas in the main story I dont rly get to go too deep into how he harmed everyone involved mostly just three main ones#aka bristlestar because shes murtlepaw's ghost mom dawncrackle because hes also haunting murtle and gullspot because shes bristle's kit#so basically all the flashbacks we get involve those three in some form or another#honeystar was also there and involved but Im not currently planning on having her rly talk abt that#most of her more modern angst is the fact that she was forced into leadership against her will#and shes been alive long enough that shes been leading birchclan far longer than she ever lived in her old clan#but she did go through a lot of shit before birchclan was founded and it definitely shaped her a lot#she used to be a very determined and high spirited lil kitty cat who tried to be optimistic#but her family began to slowly be picked off one by one by both the old leader and the one whod later get evicerated#some of the older cats around her hoped it make her back down from her revelutionary ideas but she noticed that and it backfired on them#instead of being worn down to submission she became absolutely Furious and began to lash out more and become more demanding#it got to the point that she really only had two friends in the entire clan and one of them was her aunt whod later also die after coming#out abt having witnessed the leader killing his own kits#that was the final fucking straw for her and she was fully on board when bristle and dawn started looking for cats to join their rebellion#she did get rly frustrated with them as they waited patiently for the right moment but her remaining bestie kept her from going apeshit#so once the big fight finally broke out she was more than eager to join the hoard of cats chasing the bastard upwards#now unlike some of the other cats involved this legitimately actually made her feel a lot better for a while#for the first time in ages she finally felt like she could be optimistic abt smth again and was excited abt the idea of leaving this place#she had lost so much in this damn place since she was an apprentice and just wanted to finally be able to rest easy#but once they got to their new territory and set up camp things went south real fast as a flood fucked everything up#and after losing the only cat she had left in her life and losing her tail and being made deputy on top of that she deteriorated quickly
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Come see me
Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo X Omega! Reader
Genre: Minor Angst, but other than that, fluffy cuddle piles.
Request: Hi kinda nervous to request this since I'm very shy but..Is it okay to request a scenario where omega reader is feeling very insecure and jealous after idk like some new person comes in the pack and everyone is paying attention to them and reader feels very neglected but keeps quiet, starts spending more time with their friends and avoids the pack and their alpha. And then the pack plus alpha notices and drags reader back, and reassures them, and the entire pack cuddles and hug reader. Kinda like angst to fluff. Could be any team and any alpha. Though I prefer kuroo and nekoma. Sorry if it's too long I've always wanted an imagine like this. You don't have to do it if you don't wanna tho! I was just asking :)Have a good day💜
Summary: Being a manager for Nekoma was a thankless job, but one you were proud to do. You were surrounded by alphas who wanted what was best for you and in turn, you wanted what was best for them. However, sometimes what’s best for them...may not be best for you or your omega.
Warnings: Jealous omega! reader, reader almost goes into an omega depression, small angst,
Author’s Note: No need to be shy, darling! This is my first request for this blog so I’m super excited to write this and to fulfill my first request.!
Requests: Open!
Tetsuro Kuroo
➵ Originally, the idea of another manager for the Nekoma team excited you.
➵ You were really pumped to have an extra set of hands on board to help keep scores, or pick up balls, or put up and take down nets.
➵ To have someone else to joke and laugh with on the sidelines while Yaku was yelling at Lev, or to assist you in prying Kenma’s switch from his hands so he can eat.
➵ Having another manager seemed like such a good idea. A new friend for the pack.
➵ Until it wasn’t.
➵ Ichika was a kind and sweet girl in class 2-B (You were in 2-D), and originally you and her got along well.
➵ Your omega didn’t outright hate her, more of an indifference, and your personalities melded well together.
➵ And from what you’ve heard from her friends, she talked about the boys on the volleyball team a lot.
➵ So you figured she would be a good fit.
➵ However, you weren’t certain on it anymore.
➵ Maybe she was too good of a fit.
➵ ‘You’re being silly’ You told yourself.
➵ ‘She’s getting to know the team, that’s all’ You practically chanted in your head like a mantra.
➵ ‘She’s honing in on our pack. Our alpha.’ Your omega sneered, padding in a circle before flopping down, growling lowly. You tried reminding her that Kuroo was nothing more than a captain.
➵ An attractive captain who who you found yourself finding every opportunity in the book to talk too. But that was fine print.
➵ He was not your alpha. He was the commanding alpha of the volleyball team, but not yours.
➵ And maybe that was what hurt most. Knowing you had Zero claim on anyone in the pack, therefore you had no right to demand the attention.
➵ They gave their attention to who they wanted.
➵ Even if nowadays, it seemed to be Ichika more and more often then not.
➵ It hurt, when you both would be sitting on the sidelines and Inuoka would brush right past you to chat with Ichika.
➵ Or when you both would be passing out towels and water bottles and they only thanked her.
➵ It began hurting to the point you had to bite down whines or whimpers. Your omega was upset, therefore you were even more upset. But they seemed happy,
➵ Who were you to ruin that?
➵ Just because you saw them as pack, doesn’t mean they saw you in the same light.
➵ You tried pushing away that god awful thought, but it was planted and nothing was moving it.
➵ And whether you noticed it or not, you were acting on that thought.
➵ You didn’t stay after practice for anyone, instead cleaning up quickly and efficiently while the boys were in the change room.
➵ Leaving behind your notes for that day’s practice along with the gym keys right in front of the door.
➵ You didn’t wait for anyone and took a different way home so no-one would try to walk with you.
➵ You needed to separate from them, even if it hurt. Even if you cried on the way home. Even if you stayed in your nest from the minute you got home to the minute you had to leave for school the next day.
➵ Even if your meals got smaller and smaller.
➵ You never sat with the team anymore, Ichika taking your spot like she belonged there.
➵ Instead you sat with a group of friends from your class. They never asked any questions, which you were thankful for.
➵ You began wearing scent blocking patches to hide your scent, hide the sour note that almost always accompanied it.
➵ You just...tried to disappear. You still fulfilled your manager duties as you always did, but never more.
➵ Never gave words of encouragement. No pointers on how to improve. No jokes on Lev’s behalf. No nothing.
➵ And holy shit, that Irked Kuroo.
➵ He was always so excited for practices at the end of the day because that was when he would get to show off in front of you.
➵ Prove he was a strong alpha.
➵ He would admit, he liked you...A lot. He was even working on a future courting gift (It was a bracelet with intricate beading that looked almost like a cuff) but was having a few difficulties so couldn’t gift it to you yet.
➵ However, you were pulling away.
➵ Away from him. Away from the pack. Just away.
➵ You barely even glanced their way anymore.
➵ During practice, you just sat there, completed homework, then took notes. He never saw you after that.
➵ He tried to pack up as fast as he possibly could at the end of practice but was always late. You were always, without fail, gone. No trace of you ever being there except the notes you left in your wake with the keys.
➵ His alpha kept barking at him to stop you. To come up with any excuse to keep you here long enough for him to walk you home in the very least. But you were always gone.
➵ He tried everything, but you seemed one step ahead of him.
➵ His alpha blamed Ichika. Ever since she showed up you began pulling away.
➵ Were you jealous? Were you angry with them for trying to keep her away?
➵ They only put up with her because it was obvious you didn’t like her. So they tried keeping her away.
➵ Was that backfiring on them?
➵ Kuroo didn’t even know why there was another manager. You were perfect for them. Like a puzzle piece. Their personal cheerleader.
➵ Maybe school was piling on you?
➵ No. You always went to him for help.
➵ Maybe the duties were too much?
➵ No because you were still doing them all.
➵ Come to think of it, what was Ichika even doing?
➵ She did nothing except fawn over them and purr over their skills, which was nice for the ego boost at first, but soon just got annoying when she tried scenting them.
➵ It seemed she was fixated on him especially, trying to rub her neck all over him only for him to push her off with a growl. He had only scented two people in his life.
➵ Kenma, because he needed the practice, and you, which was why he practiced.
➵ And he planned to keep it that way.
➵ But you were still staying away. So he scented no one.
➵ The final straw was a Friday practice.
➵ You were sitting a ways a way in the corner, doing your work with your jacket wrapped in front of you like a boundary.
➵ His heart hurt at the thought of you feeling the need to recluse yourself like this.
➵ He made a motion to Kenma, his co-commanding alpha, who nodded before making his way to you.
➵ As he should’ve predicted, Ichika intercepted him. She tried to hug him, but he dodged, side stepping and trying to get to you, but she persisted.
➵ “Why don’t you give me the same attention you give her, huh? Rumor has it she’s been bordering on dropping for days, nothing but attention seeking in my humble opinion.”
➵ He paused in his efforts, looking down to her once more.
➵ “I’m sorry?”
➵ Ichika rolled her eyes. “It’s been all over school. Surprised you haven’t heard. She skips lunch more often than not, nowadays. People have even started bets as to when she finally drops. Real shame though. Gonna miss having someone else do all the work.”
➵ You were missing lunches. Lunches were meals he could guarantee you ate, and you suddenly weren’t doing so anymore. He was failing you.
➵ You were dropping right under their noses and as your pack they were watching it happen.
➵ As your head alpha, and hopefully future alpha, he was watching you drift away and ultimately fade from him.
➵ He was watching this happen?!
➵ What part of this was okay?! None of it.
➵ He was loosing you. Hell, if he hadn’t lost you already.
➵ No. You were here, at school, He still had time. He still had a chance. He still had- his jacket and bento.
➵ Turning tail, the alpha made his way to his bag, digging out the bento (Come to think of it, he hadn’t been eating much since this whole debacle started anyway) and grabbing his jacket before making his way to you once more.
➵ He didn’t pay any mind to Ichika, this time fully shoving past her to get to you.
➵ You looked up to him skeptically, watching as the alpha, the head alpha, bent to lay on his knees, slowly putting the bento on his jacket and sliding it in front of you.
➵ Your heart and mind were going a mile a minute as you watched the commanding fucking alpha of the pack, bow to you. Ask for your permission to get close to you.
➵ What-
➵ “Hi?”
➵ Kuroo said nothing in return, only lowering his chin to the ground, looking up to you. Almost waiting for you to allow him closer.
➵ When you said nothing he motioned towards the bento with a nod of his head. He was almost like a pup with how minimal his actions were.
➵ When you slowly took the bento, he raised in time with the box, watching you open it. when you popped a small bit of rice into your mouth. He purred loudly, slowly inching closer. He laid his jacket over yours, adding another layer to your barrier, which you slowly moved to allow him in.
➵ He crawled into your space, slowly moving your books and bag to nuzzle into your neck. You allowed him to, eating more rice-- which seemed to appease him.
➵ One by one, more of the teammates came by, offering their jackets to your now makeshift nest, joining in on the cuddle pile.
➵ All but Ichika, who seemed to angrily stomp about while cleaning up the few stray volleyballs.
➵ But you didn’t really care about her at this point.
➵ Your omega was at peace, especially with the alpha you’ve been pinning after purring into your neck, scenting you and pressing small kisses to your neck.
➵ This was your pack. Your home.
➵ And they wouldn’t let you fall behind.
#a/b/o haikyuu#alpha/beta/omega AU#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!!#alpha/beta/omega verse#alpha/beta/omega#alpha kuroo#alpha kuroo tetsuro#alpha kuroo x omega reader#alpha kuroo tetsuro x omega reader#kuroo x reader#kuroo x y/n#kuroo tetsuro x reader#omega reader#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu#custard writes
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salutations !!! i saw your native language was spanish AND you had your asks open? gold. anyways idk if you do like the little head cannon bullet boards but if you do (dont feel like you need to it's totally ok if you dont want to) could you do a (platonic) irl! tommy, (romantic for everyone else) karl, sapnap, and wilbur where their s/o(best friend in tommys case) is on the phone and they start speaking spanish???? and they boys didnt know so they're all like "hello????"
Platonic!tommy x reader / karl x reader / sapnap x reader / wilbur x reader
Notes: Hi!!! okay, this is such a good concept, hope you enjoy. i had fun writing this.
Request: yes!! :D
Summary: unknow from the others, you have some mexican relatives meaning that you are very fluent in spanish. they suddenly know that when you start speaking a perfect spanish in the middle of a call
tw: swearing a bit
tommy (platonic)
okay so
you and tommy have been friends for a while, but there’s a lot of you that he doesn’t know yet
he is fascinated with you, in his eyes, you’re so cool
not like he ever said that out loud
and one day, he was streaming with you when you recibe a call from quackity
“ayooo, que tal estas mi persona enana favorita?” (ayoo, how are you, my favorite dwarf person?)
“la puta madre quackity, no soy tan peque, todos ustedes son gigantes” (fucking hell quackity, I’m not that small, you are all gigants)
and tommy is like :0
after the call he yells “ y/n!! you speak spanish?! pog!”
of course, he ask you to teach him insults in spanish
you have a great time teaching him a lot of that
but also trick him into compliment people in spanish
let’s just say, you guys have a lot of fun
karl
you have been dating this guy for very little time
but felt very inlove anyways
you were snuggling him like usual when you get a call from your aunt
“tía Guadalupe? que pasa?” (aunt guadalupe, what happened?)
he is kinda shocked of how he didn’t know sooner
“no tía, solo estoy con mi novio viendo películas” (no, I’m just with my boyfriend watching some movies)
suddenly your face heats up
“wh-wha- no! nada de eso! de verdad solo vemos películas” (no! nothing like that! we are really just watching movies)
he wonders what could possible said the person on the other side of the line to get you like that
when you finally end the call, he just looks at you
“love, who was that?”
“my aunt guadalupe, she invited me to spend holidays at her place”
“didn’t know you could speak spanish”
“oh, yeah, i have some mexican relatives”
“cool”
from that day, he tries his best to learn some spanish so he can say how much he loves you in a way he knows you’ll love
“hey y/n!”
“what?”
“te amo~” (i love you)
Sapnap
like Tommy, he was in the middle of a stream, but you were chilling in the background
you got a call, and you picked trying to keep your voice low so you don’t disturb his stream
“oh! javier! wey, tanto tiempo sin hablarte” (oh! javier! dude, so long since we last spoke)
now, sapnap wasn’t the type of dude to get jealous easily
or that’s what he wanted to belive
but hearing you speak so bubbly even though he didn’t know who you were talking to or what were you speaking about made him kinda insecure
“si... el me hace realmente feliz” (yeah, he makes me really happy)
that was it, loking at you with that blush in your face was the last straw, he needed some cuddles and some love to remind himself you’re his
“hey guys I’m gonna end the stream here, I’m kinda tired”
however, his friends realizes his upset tone, so after stream they asking him about it
“dude, you okay? you sound mad”
“yeah, yeah, I’m gonna go now” and before they could said anything else, he left
seeing him come to you, you quickly end the call
“ hey, me tengo que ir, te llamo luego ” (hey, i gotta go, call you later)
“ love, who was that? “
“ my friend javier, he is from mexico and his english sucks so we talk in spanish ”
he throws himself on the bed next to you and starts cuddling
“hey, what’s wrong? yo look sad ”
he groans “ I didn’t know you could speak spanish, I though you always lived in the usa ”
“ yeah, but my parents still taught me, and also I spend summer at my grandma’s, now baby, what’s wrong? ”
he hesitates for a second, but comunication is the key, right?
“ it’s just... it kinda makes me jealous when you talk to other boys and I don’t know what are you talking about... I know, it’s a bit toxic and- ”
you shut him up with a kiss
“babe, don’t worry, it was just a friend, and we were talking about you and how much I love you ”
“ oh ”
he doesn’t gets jelaous anymore when you talk to javier
Wilbur
you were just hanging out, him playing you some of his newest songs when you recibe a call
“hello? oh, hola lucas! como esta mi primo favorito? ” (hello? oh, hi lucas! how is my favorite cousing doing?)
he looks surprised
you speak spanish? and also, you speak fluent spanish?
is there anything you don’t do perfectly?
he let’s you speak for as long as you want
when you are done, he stares at you
“ when did you learn to speak so fluently spanish? ”
“ since I was a child, I got a lot of mexican relatives ”
he asks you to sing in spanish, he just really loves your voice and likes when you speak spanish, it’s like a siren song
his favorite is songs are the ones from cuco, cause he gets to hear both english and spanish and although he can’t fully understand what you are saying, he gets context and is really happy about it
this man is just so in love.
#karl jacobs#karl x reader#tommyinnit#platonic!tommy x reader#sapnap x reader#sapnap#wilbur soot#wilbur x reader#i forgot to put the tags#mcyt x reader#mcyt imagine#mcyt#bullet fic#fanfiction
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Grady's Homecoming
“Grady! You always talk about bein’ fucked. Fuckin’ all ‘ese German women, you got a woman waitin’ for you?” Bible’s voice crackles through the headset.
Grady’s mind travels to you. You were at home in Arkansas, probably keeping the farm afloat while he fought for your safety. He played the ladies’ man role well these days, because he never wanted anyone to know about you; to hurt you.
“Grady Paul Travis! Git over here!” you shouted as you chased him through the yard. He remembered this memory well; you chasing him around with a wooden spoon in your hand.
“That’s a mighty fine pie, ma’am!” He shouted to egg you on, begging you to keep chasing him. His path lead you through the yard, over a couple fences into muddy, sloppy pens and finally into the barn where he hid from you.
“Grady, hunny, come on out. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” You called, looking over the hay bales. He had watched you creep through that barn with that spoon at the ready. When he finally could land, he dropped from the hay loft and rolled you into a straw bale. You screeched and smacked his back with that wooden spoon, but he just roared with laughter.
“You make the best pecan pies, my beautiful lady. You also make the best wife.” He smiled, kissed your cheek with a loving smile.
“Yer damn right I do, Grady Paul Travis. You had to stick your grubby little paws into my pie.” You had hissed, letting him pepper your face with kisses as he rolled to keep you from being stabbed with straw. “Hunny? I love you.” You drawled, putting down the spoon on the bench and laying across his body fully.
“I love you too, baby.” He cooed, kissing your face and hugging you against him as his lips got lost with yours on a grand adventure that lead to his dirty, oil covered hands sliding up into your work gown and massaging your breasts. You careened into him and gripped his curls tight in your fists.
“Grady! Grady get down! Jesus christ!” Bible’s voice brings back from his daydream and he ducks hard into the tank.
“Grady are you with us now?” Don shouts, grabbing his coat collar.
“Ye-yeah. Yeah sorry.” He coughs, tears almost spilling over his cheeks.
“Grady, you okay buddy?” Norman calls, looking up at the Coon-Ass with a sad, sorry look in his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine, dammit.” He barks, scrubbing away the tears.
Once they get into the crossroads, Grady and Norman head into the building near there and search for parts.
“Grady, listen. Whatever happened back there--” he grabs Norman around the neck and drives him against the wall.
“Nothing happened.” He spits through his clenched teeth. Raising his hands up, Grady lets go and heads to keep looking. “I do got a lady back home. I try not to think about her because she fucks me up. But yeah, she’s my world. I’m sorry you lost your German girl back there, I really am. If I could 'a saved her I woulda. But I couldn’t.” He offers, toeing at the dirt.
“Thanks Grady.” He huffs, deflating the breath he’d been holding.
“Don’t thanks me. I ain’t do nothin’.” He shakes his head as he turns and starts out the door.
After the dust and blood settled, troops came to the Fury team’s rescue. Not single Fury member was dead, wounded, yes. But dead? No. It was a miracle and Bible babbled about it the whole way back as the troopers told them they were heroes. Grady didn’t care to feel like a hero, he hurt and he was ready to see his lady. It’d been a long four years, a few letters, but a long time since he’d seen your face.
“You guys are gettin’ patched up and sent home. You can’t fight in the shape you’re in.” The man had said. Tears filled Grady’s eyes then, as he knew he’d get to see you.
“A broke wing and pure heart, Mister Ass, you get to go home and find you some American ass, aye?” Don cheers, and Grady just nods, giving a wave to him.
“I’mma go home an’ kiss my woman hard and fuck ‘er hard too.” The three men from the Fury, Don, Bible, and Gordo, all looked to Grady with wide eyes.
“Your woman?” Bible asks, looking to his best friend with shock.
“Yeah. I’m a taken man, Boyd.” He chuckles, patting the man on the knee.
“So all this talk about fuckin’ these German women, and you never fucked one did ya?” He asks, punching him in the shoulder. Grady only shakes his head.
The men board the air carrier that flew them into the depths hell and they all hoop and holler as they lift into the air.
“They say the war’s all but done anymore. You boys did a hell of a job out there.” The pilot talks over the intercom as they fly over open water.
“I can’t wait to take a fuckin’ shower.”
“I can’t wait to sleep in a bed.”
“I can’t wait to find me a woman.”
“I can’t wait to see my woman.”
Each man had a different dream, but all the same, they all were excited to go home.
“Wardaddy, Gordo, Coon-Ass, War Machine, I never wanna hear those names again.” Bible cheers as the plane gets close to landing. Women, children, and even men waited cheering as the plane dropped to the ground. The five Fury survivors of war hug tightly, and go their separate ways.
“Grady Paul Travis? Have you seen him? He’s tall, busted up crooked nose, cute, dumb smile, have you seen him? They told me he’d be on this flight.” Bible’s head whips around and his eyes lock with Grady’s as the woman shoves a photo into Bible’s face. He’s sees Bible’s finger point to him and he ducks, his heart racing. He hadn’t seen you in four years, he didn’t even think you’d be here, but he heard you calling for him. When you come around the corner where Bible had pointed you, you don’t see anyone you recognize until you see the man of your dreams rise to his feet above the crowd and you give a screech, letting into a dead run through the crowd, across the lot and springing into his arms.
“Even with a busted wing, he caught her.” Don chuckles to the crew, watching on for a moment as Mister Ass himself sinks to the ground holding this petite little woman against his big, blocky frame like she was the last ass he’d ever see.
“Wow, crazy huh?” Gordo states, his hispanic accent poking through. “Mister Ass had a girlfriend this whole time. They watch a moment longer as she slides a ring from her neck onto his finger.
“I’ll be damned. Mister Ass is a married man.” Bible laughs.
No closer as you got in the door, Grady was driving you into the couch, tugging off your dress as fast as he could.
“I promise, slow later, baby. But fast now.” He grunts, shimmying from his pants. Grabbing his throbbing cock, he gives you a sweet smile and you nod, nails digging into his shoulders as you wiggle your hips closer to him. He slides into you and and rams in deep.
“Grady!” You shriek, nails digging harder into his shoulders as he fucks you hard against the sofa.
“Yes baby. I love you. I love you. I love you. I mis’d ya so much. Shit baby, yes.” He grunts, feeling himself twitch inside you as your walls constrict around his cock.
“Grady. Grady, yes. Please.. I’m so close. C’mon baby.” You encourage, ramming your hips up to meet his in sloppy thrusts. He leans down, hugging you tight against him as his thrusts get sloppier.
“I love you.” He sobs, cumming as you roll your hips into his once more, orgasming blissfully in his cock. He grabs you tight, holding you against him as he sobs hard against you. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll never leave you again.” He assures, his cock still in you as his arms grip tight against you so hard you gasp for breath. You love every minute of him holding you, pressing infinite kisses to your bare skin as he holds you.
“I love you too, Grady. I love you, baby. I love you.” You whisper, gripping his arms.
#fury grady travis#grady the little sweet bean travis#grady travis x reader#grady travis fanfiction#grady coon ass travis#grady travis fury#grady travis one shot#grady travis#grady#travis#fury#fury movie#fury (2014)
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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Twenty
Chapter Name: "Awake"
Fic Masterlist
Content/Trigger Warnings: None
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Everything is so sore. Her throat, her arms, her feet.
The doctor removes his flashlight from right in front of Y/n eyes and scribbles things on her clipboard before sliding it next to the door, leaving Derek and Y/F/N with Y/n while the others speed their way to the hospital.
"Hi love," Derek eagerly, but softly presses his hand to her cheek once more, taking in her warmth as Y/F/N fluffs the pillows and helps her sit up.
"Hi," Y/n's voice is scratchy and low.
"Um, are you ok?" Y/F/N awkwardly asks. "I can get the doctor if you need anything. Ice, more bandages-" He starts to ramble but even though it costs her pain, Y/n reaches out her arm and places her hand on her fathers arm.
"You gave us a scare," A nurse comes in, readjusting Y/n's IV.
It hurts to say more so Y/n only brings herself to a pathetic smile. Once the nurse leaves, it's just the three in the room again and Y/n finds the strength to grab Derek's hand but can't squeeze it as she wants so he does instead.
"Water?" She speaks. "Please." Her eyes follow to the pink cup in the corner.
Y/F/N lifts Y/n's cheek and grabs a straw but the young female can only drink a sip before the water falls out her mouth in her cry of pain.
Both men pat her dry as soft as they can but Y/n pushes them away and turns her head as she starts crying.
She feels weak. She can't drink. She can't hold Derek's hand. She can't even tell anyone she saw her mom. She can't move her own legs and can't smile without her face aching seconds later.
She cries and cries, not being able to wipe her own tears. Her breathing becomes hard and she ignores the pain in her chest as she continues.
Fuck.
It's way to heavy for her and spots appear in her vision. Nurses come in and sedate her, her vision going fully black and her body numb.
"She's stressed right now," An intern, one with a lab jacket of food stains and a hair that looks stiffer than the door writes on her clipboard before whispering to the nurse about adjusting Y/n's meds. They argue before everyone, who is now in the room and confused watch as the doctor shuts down the nurse and changes the medication themselves.
"I am the doctor. Stay in your lane." They point their finger in the poor nurses face.
Everyone, in a better mood listen to Derek and Y/F/N talk.
"She gave us a smile." Derek looks over to the bed, the body in it limp and distressed.
"She tried to drink water but it was to much," Y/F/N explains.
"But she's a fighter," Aaron lets himself crack his own smile before join the side conversations.
The room is no longer tense. It's calm and everyone is waits for Y/n to awake once more while they get food and open her door to the staff that send in gift bags and treats that Y/n could eat.
"God bless you." A technician says.
"May she make it." Another member says.
Engulfed in Derek's hand, Y/n slowly squeezes her partners hand and everyone turns their heads at the new stats.
"Hi!" Penelope says at the y/e/c orbs that look at her. "Gosh I've missed those beauties." She smiles.
Y/n moves her head to the side and looks at the clock. 9:34 AM, it reads.
Early.
It's early.
This time, Derek helps Y/n sit up and even though she doesn't say much, she misses everyone around her as they talk around her.
"Want to try again?" Derek holds up the water cup. And with a small nod, Y/n pulls her head forward and brings her lips to the straw. Derek levers his hand under her mouth but she successfully and surprisingly takes a full sip. She can't take anymore and shakes her head for Derek to pull it away.
Everyone resumes their conversation when Y/F/N, who stepped out comes back with dinner, a warm chicken soup for Y/n.
"Thank you." The raspiness in her voice still shocking everyone.
Derek and Y/n are soon left alone to talk when neither of them know what to say.
"Y/n-" He starts.
"Do you still love me?" She asks, tears stuck in her throat.
"Of course I do!" Derek's baffled at Y/n's question.
"But I-" Y/n can't think of the right words. "I'm not me." She sighs.
"But you are. You're mine. I'll always love you. Look at me." Derek slowly moves Y/n's leg and sits at the end of the bed. "Always and forever." He holds out his pinky.
"Always and forever." Y/n pulls her own finger over his before he kisses her lips.
He's missed them. They weren't her lips before, they were just still. This kiss provides joy.
This kiss gives him life.
This kiss is interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Sorry to ruin the moment but med time!" A different nurse comes in and reads the board before inserting the needle into Y/n's IV and changing the fluids.
Y/n quickly feels the difference but says nothing as Derek holds her cheek and she kisses the inside of her hand.
Once more everyone comes back to say good night and head to the new hotel, this time Aaron and Derek being the ones who stay with Y/n.
"Night baby," Derek grins.
"Night." Y/n runs her fingers through the small stubble on Derek's head as he makes home on beside her leg.
He can finally close his eyes.
He can finally stop worrying.
He can-
The sound of the flatline sounds the room and doctors are back in the room, just as confused as the next.
"She was doing good." The original surgeon screams, before looking at clipboard.
"Who ordered this?!" He looks at the meds. "Best bet that she has internal bleeding right now," He screams at the intern who didn't bother to read the file and gave Y/n the wrong meds.
"OR 4. Now." Y/n is carried at the room.
"You're back?" Y/M/N says.
"For good mommy."
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➳ catch me || s.r
summary: in which you struggle to tell the difference between liking him as a friend or something more. until one fateful moment forces you to decide where you ultimately stand.
words: ~3.9k
warnings: mentions of death, blood, overused friends to lovers, slight enemies to lovers LOL
a/n: i suffered through this WIP for like, 3 mf MONTHS before i was finally able to finish it off. i feel so relieved. but i will warn you, it’s terrible
"Rogers."
"Y/N."
You exchanged curt nods with him as you went to grab yourself some water after attending a meeting with Fury. Ever since Sharon started showing up more often, you began to distance yourself from him because you know that lingering by will only make you feel worse.He doesn't know why you're acting so cold all of a sudden, but decides not to question it as it won't help the situation in any way whatsoever.
He was quick to break the awkward silence that had fallen. "Where are you being sent off?"
"We," you replied coldly. "Northern Europe. Got word of an arms trade happening tomorrow morning."
"Okay."
Footsteps were suddenly heard from down the hall and without warning, he tugged you forward by the wrist and pressed his lips to yours.
You didn't protest because you're still too shocked to fully register what's going on and 2) you actually liked the way he made you feel.
Though you really weren't supposed to be.
"What was that for?" you breathed out as you both pulled away, breathless.
"Sharon," he replied simply, looking around for a moment. "She's been bothering me for the past few weeks and I had to do something."
"You just noticed?" you said, sarcasm lacing your tone as you looked out of the corner of your eye to see the blonde woman walking away. "She's been all over you since her recruitment."
His brows furrow together in confusion as he notices the darkened look in your eyes, but doesn't say anything. You toss him the black manila folder containing information on your mission for him to read, sitting down at the kitchen counter together.
"Infamous dealer carrying nuclear weapons overseas. Headquartered somewhere in the Arctic Circle, I think," you explained as he pulled out the wanted man's file. "Can be taken either dead or alive. We have to stop them from going through with the attack."
"When are we leaving?"
"Wheels up at 8:30 p.m. Should take about 6 hours...we're being flown in via helicarrier."
Great.
You just realized you'd be stuck in a plane alone together for 6 hours straight, when the very thing you were trying to do was avoid him.
You're mostly silent as you board the jet, securing your bags and weapons before taking your seat. Fatigue is tugging at your body and your eyelids grow heavy, although it isn't even that late. Without thinking about what you were doing, you rest your head against Steve's shoulder and close your eyes. He wraps an arm around your waist in response.
Before you knew it, the aircraft was hovering over the drop zone. The two of you got up and went towards the back, fastening parachutes to your backs as the gates dropped open.
"Stay safe out there," you blurted out as you glanced down at the base below you, then over at Steve. "Circle the perimeter and meet me inside. Don't die or I'll kill you."
"Yes ma'am."
Inhaling sharply, you gripped the straps of your jacket and squeezed your eyes shut, the dry wind whipping your hair in your face as you descended downwards.
With his icy blue eyes still imprinted in the back of your mind.
...
It was quite ironic seeing that you, an Avenger and a former SHIELD pilot that flew everywhere all the time, had a crippling fear of heights. The mere idea of being jumping out of planes and having to go on missions involving multi-story buildings shook you to your core, and it always took you at least a week to recover once you got back.
"Steve!" Your voice heightened to a shriek as you felt the plane's velocity increase suddenly. The crates next to you toppled over and you went crashing to the floor alongside them, barely managing to grip the armrest of something and pressing your back against the wall, feeling your head spin. The sticky warmth and stinging, white-hot pain in your side tells you that you were shot. You didn't need to look at the wound to know it wasn't pretty. "Where the hell are you?"
"Fifty yards away from the northeast entrance," he replied breathlessly. "I got nothing. You?"
"The weapons," you panted, "are on the plane!"
"Okay. Where are you?"
"On the damn plane! They're gonna detonate at any moment, I have to get this thing away from the city—I'm not gonna make it so I just wanted to tell you that—"
"Fuck, don't say that," he hissed. You know things were bad when Steve Rogers, the man that coined the 'Language' line, swore. "Just—hang tight, I'm coming for you."
"No. Just forget it," you shouted over the noise, grunting in pain as your head hit the side of a storage box, muttering a string of curses under your breath. "I can't afford for you to risk your own life for me. It's okay. Just leave me behind."
"No, I'm not leaving you!" he yelled back. "I'm not going back home without you."
"Steve," your voice was thick with tears, throat feeling tight as you swallowed back the sob that was threatening to erupt from your lips. You wipe a tear that slips down your cheek and cleared your throat. "It's okay."
"It's not okay," he says hoarsely, "I lost you once, and I'm not losing you again."
"There's no point, Steve. I'm going to die. This thing's on autopilot going God knows where at top speed and if there's any chance of stopping this thing, I gotta crash it. If you come and get me you're gonna die, too. You know Fury's not gonna like having to send out an extraction team to drag both our corpses back to headquarters."
"Y/N, don't-" His voice breaks and you swear your heart shatters into a million pieces. "Please, don't- don't say that. I'm gonna come and get you. You're gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay."
That was the last straw for you; and you lost it at those last words. Tears sting a steaming hot trail down your cheeks as you hastily try to wipe them away with your bruised and bloodied knuckles. "No, we're not. I don't think you understand. I'm over 30,000 feet in the air with no protection whatsoever. They're gonna shoot you down before you even have the chance to get to me."
You always told yourself you'd be willing to put your life on the line to save someone else's; to sacrifice yourself for the greater good. But now that death was looming threateningly close to you and staring you down, for the first time in a long time, you didn't know if you even wanted to leave and you were scared. Scared of what was to come if you really were to meet your end. Scared of what was to come at the end of the tunnel, what would happen when you were swallowed whole by death's bottomless, dark pit. You didn't expect your fate to approach so quickly, and it scared you more than you wanted to admit.
Being a superhero meant that making sacrifices were a must-do. You always knew you would need to give things up in order to successfully do your job. That one day, your time to die would come but you didn't know it would happen like this; so unexpectedly.
Now you realize people were right as they told you in your final moments, you'd see your entire life flash before your eyes. You blink and you're transported back to when you first joined the Initiative, skeptical of the six unfamiliar faces before you. But it only takes a matter of three minutes before Thor cracks a joke that has you all howling in laughter, and another one for Natasha to approach you and start a conversation. To you, her, and Steve on the run as fugitives of SHIELD as you conducted the search for The Winter Soldier. The heartbreaking decision of having to choose between your mentor and best friend in Berlin--which you realized, happened barely over a year ago. So many memories had been created in such a short amount of time and you didn't ever want to let any of them go. You couldn't bring yourself to.
You stumbled over, sliding into the pilot's seat and buckling up. Your grip around the controls were so tight that the barely healing cuts around your knuckles reopened and began bleeding again.
You let out a shuddering sigh, tapping several buttons overhead before reaching down to turn on your comm again. "Steve? Are you there?"
"Darling..." The pure agony in his voice only makes you feel worse. You've never heard the great Captain America in such a soft-spoken tone before, so you could only assume it took him a lot to get him into this state. "Yeah. I'm here."
"So..." you readjusted your grip and let your shoulders fall back, "...you remember that one time we took the subway to see Hamilton last weekend?'
"Last weekend? It was only last weekend?" Steve tried his best to keep it together, but his wavering tone gave it all away. "Feels like forever since we got a break."
"I know," you let out a broken laugh, "and then you wouldn't stop talking about it the entire way back? It got so bad to the point Tony had to forcefully shut off all the speaker systems around the compound because he woke up at 3 am to see you sitting in the kitchen, playing the soundtrack at full volume."
"But when he saw you dancing around in the kitchen while making lunch the next day, he couldn't keep doing that for any longer. You have an amazing voice."
"I don't know..." you sniffed, forcing a smile, "you're the one who's pretty good at singing and playing the piano. I think you got all the musical talent-"
"Y/N," he interrupted, "stop. Don't do this to me."
"Do what?"
"You're talking as if you're gonna die."
The gravity of the whole situation comes crashing down on you again. "...Because I am."
"No, you're not. I'm not letting that happen."
"I don't think you have a say in things this time, Rogers," your voice cracked. You shook your head. "I'm done for. God, I really hoped this wasn't how I'd meet my end. I hate heights. I hate the ice, I'm scared shitless of dying, I can't- I can't do this. But I have to. If I don't, millions of people will die and I can't have that on my conscience."
You sucked in a breath as you looked out of the corner of your eye to see you're falling, and falling fast. In a matter of minutes you'll be plunging through the surface of the ice and into the depths of the icy-cold water. There's no turning back now.
"Geez," you spoke up again, "this is like some repeat of '45. Is this how it felt? Knowing you were gonna die, but doing it anyway because you knew you had to do it?"
"That's not the same. It was a matter of chance that I made it at all. Chances are slim to none that you'll end up frozen in a block of ice for 66 years."
"See, it's hopeless," you sighed. "Go back. You need to go...or you're gonna end up filled with bullets."
"I'm not going back," he repeated. "Not without you."
"If you're gonna think of a plan, you better think fast-"
"Jump."
"What did you just say? Are you out of your damn mind?"
"I said, jump. There's no other choice. Look for an emergency exit...there should be one above you. Do you see it?" His voice was calm, gentle, as if he was speaking to a child, and it soothed you a bit. You muttered a quick 'yes'. "Alright. Pry that open, get out of there. I'm coming with the Quinjet right now, so hang tight."
As if he could sense your fear, he softened his tone a bit more, "Hey. It's okay. I'm coming for you. You'll be alright."
"It's like we're Romeo and Juliet," you managed to choke out in between a laugh and sob, "except only one of us dies."
"Y/N, you're not dying." He couldn't mask the obvious pain in his voice. "Honey, I promise you're not gonna die. You're gonna be alright."
"Steve-" You let out an earsplitting shriek and scrambled to get a stronger grip as blaring alarms sounded throughout the aircraft. The impact of the hits nearly made you topple off and you clung to the side of the jet for dear life, praying to God you weren't going to fall off and crack your head open on an iceberg. "I got hit. They're tailing after me, you can't, I'm actually gonna fall-"
"Okay, okay, I'm here. Do you see me?" You turned your head to the side ever so slightly to see the Quinjet hovering below, but your heart dropped when all you could see were snow flurries blowing around - and zero sign of the super-soldier.
"No-"
"Just jump. I see you. I'm literally right below you, so jump, okay?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Do you trust me?" he yelled out, his voice carrying over on the frigid winds. "Y/N. Do you trust me?"
"But-"
"I've never let you down before and I sure as hell won't now. Trust me, Y/N, come on."
You pressed your lips together. You knew he was right. Either you made the jump now, or get filled with a dozen bullets and dying a brutal and gory death.
You finally bring yourself to look down again and there he is, a little closer this time. His gaze finds yours and suddenly, you're drowning. You might've been hundreds of feet apart but no distance would be able to extinguish his piercing gaze. His eyes were the ocean and you were lost at sea, lost in those endless pools of blue and losing yourself in him—the one guy who stuck by your side for so long and thought as nothing more than a best friend, a teammate until now. The one guy who took your breath away with his million-dollar smile every time you made eye contact.
In the one guy who you thought was just a friend, until you realized you were hopelessly in love with him - the Steve Rogers.
And now you weren't sure if you'd come out of this alive to finally tell him so.
You squeezed your eyes shut and let go. The wind whipping at your hair and face feels like a thousand tiny needles being jabbed into your skin and you swear if you kept your mouth open you would've puked - if you'd opened your eyes you knew you'd die from fear first before anything else.
But all those thoughts are suddenly put to a halt when you're stopped by a pair of strong, warm arms you'd sought solace in countless times before.
"Y/N, thank God you're alright, oh my god," Steve let out a shuddering sigh as he held you close, cradling your head against his chest. "I thought I lost you. Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"I just fell out of an airplane without a parachute and I have no idea how I survived."
His look of concern immediately turns into horror when he pulls his hand off your waist to see it come back covered in your crimson blood. His face falls. Then it hits you all at once, and you're overcome with a nauseating wave of dizziness - the aftereffects were beginning to get to your head.
The super-soldier hurriedly jammed a finger to his ear. "I got her. We're on our way back. Prepare the medbay; she's gonna have to be operated on as soon as we land."
"Yes, sir," a STRIKE agent replied from the receiving end. "We'll get right to it. Please have a safe flight home."
"Thank you."
Steve put the jet on autopilot so he could sit with you in the back, frantically applying pressure to your wound and doing his best to patch you up. But with each round the bandages made around your waist, the blood flow increased, seeping through the fabric. You didn't have to tell him directly for him to know you didn't have much time left and if he were to save you, you would need to get back home, fast.
...
As soon as Steve stepped down the ramp with your limp, unconscious body in his arms, he was bombarded by a flurry of medbay agents, who had you in a gurney and were wheeling you away within minutes. He tried to follow after them but Tony quickly grabbed his wrist and yanked him back.
"Let me go," he growled. "I swear to Odin, Stark, if you don't-"
"You can't follow her in there."
"I can if I want to."
Tony let out a sigh of defeat. "Rogers. She's going to be fine."
"How do you know? How can you possibly guarantee her survival?"
"I just know. Sheesh, you're a hopeless romantic."
...
You glanced over at the monitor tracking your vitals beside your bed, the constant beeping of the machines seemingly echoing in your brain on a loop. You were too exhausted to do anything at the moment, but you couldn't seem to fall back asleep, even with the drugs coursing through your system.
You try to shift around and find a more comfortable position, and felt a twinge of pain on your right side. Note to self; don't place all your body weight on the side where a bullet tore through your stomach. Bad idea.
Laying flat on your back again, you closed your eyes, willing yourself to fall back asleep. But sleep never comes, and a few minutes later a knock on your door pulls you out of your momentary trance.
"Hey there, soldier," you managed a sleepy grin as Steve stepped into the room, pulling up a chair to your bedside. "Nice weather outside, isn't it? Feels like just yesterday I was gunned down and forced to drive myself to near-suicide...wait, that was yesterday, right? I've lost all sense of time-telling-"
You paused and looked back over to see a rare sight - he was on the verge of breaking down. His bright blue eyes were dulled and glossed over with fresh tears that threatened to spill, and although it had barely been over a day since your admittance to the hospital, it looked like he hadn't slept in over a week. And it was all your fault.
"Are you okay...?"
He shook his head, clenching his fists in his lap so tightly that they began turning white. "You’re seriously asking me if I’m okay? I almost lost you. You almost died."
"I'm sorry-"
"If I hadn't gotten to you in time, then...I don't know what I'd do if-"
"Steve, it's not your fault."
"I let you down, Y/N." His voice was cracked and raw, as if he'd been crying for hours on end beforehand. Your heart shattered at the sound. "I let you down and I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. I'm sorry I left you alone on that ship because I didn't look out for you well enough. This is all on me. My job was to protect you, to look out for you. And I failed to do that."
"You didn't fail, Steve," you said softly. "You did your best. You saved me. I'm alive right now because of what you did."
The super-soldier inhaled sharply and moved his chair closer so he could reach his hand out to place it on your forehead, letting it stay there for a moment before sliding it down to cup your cheek. You didn't make any efforts to remove it and if you were being honest with yourself, you liked how his warm skin felt against your own. He smelled like honey and freshly ground coffee and everything good in the world. He made you feel like you were at home.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself bask in his warmth, melting into his soft touch. If it weren't for your currently uncomfortable predicament, you would've fallen asleep on the spot all over again.
"Something's on your mind, isn't there," you mumbled, eyes still closed. Even without your powers, it didn't take much for you to figure out that something was wrong. "Tell me what's going on."
You opened your eyes again to see that there were tears streaming down his face. He hastily tried to wipe them away with one hand as the other was gently placed on top of yours, but his efforts were fruitless, of no avail whatsoever.
"Steve-"
"I was so worried," he croaked out. "I don't want to think about how things would be if you died. I can't live without you."
"I'm here now, okay? I'm going to be fine. I'll heal," you said softly. "You saved me, you caught me, so now I'm okay. We're okay." You moved over slightly to give him room to sit. Steve's arms encircled your waist as yours slid down and over his shoulders, and he pressed his trembling lips to your temple.
It was quiet. Whispered oh-so-quietly, as if he was hesitant to open his mouth. But you heard it regardless.
"I love you."
You smiled sadly. "I know. I love you too."
"Just...please don't try and pull off something off like that again."
"I won't. I promise."
You heard each shaky inhale and exhale as he tried to regain his composure - strong arms tightening around your figure with his face buried into the crook of your neck. Letting out a trembling sigh, you held onto him even tighter as if by some miraculous way, doing so could keep him from falling apart. As if somehow, your arms being around him could squeeze all the million little shattered pieces of his heart back together again.
You knew deep down, exactly why he had been so afraid to watch you meet your potential end. It was the jet plunging into the depths of the icy blue, monstrous sea. He didn't want you to experience even a fraction of what he had and prayed you’d never have to. He swore a silent oath to himself to shield you away from as much of the horrifying world as he possibly could, but you were nearly dragged under by the clutches of Death herself that day, and he couldn't help but feel like he failed you.
You took in a deep breath, inhaling his fresh scent of coffee grounds and warm honey as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. For the briefest moment in time you could pretend everything was in fact, going to be okay, because it was just you and him wrapped up in each others' arms without a care in the world. It was just you and him, basking in each others' warmth, silent whispers of reassurance into his ear and repeated soft, fleeting kisses to his temple that reminded him you were still alive and breathing, and you were just fine.
For the first time in a long time, Steve Rogers felt whole again. The hole in his heart was gone, the void finally filled. And all it took was your presence, and your presence alone.
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Fic: Breaking Point
Relationships: Caline Bustier & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Characters: Caline Bustier, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Alya Césaire, Max Kanté, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Juleka Couffaine, Lila Rossi, Tikki
Tags: caline bustier salt, Reveal, Badass Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste Knows, Protective Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Caline Bustier Knows, ml salt, Harassment, Lila Rossi Lies, Bad Classroom Environments, Gaslighting, enablers, Bullying ,Salt, Identity Reveal, Spitefic, Swearing, Adrien Sugar
Summary: '“For instance, being a superhero is not a viable career path,” was what made her tune in, her attention fully pulled to Mme. Bustier, who seemed to be looking right at her.'
Note: This was written based on a prompt by @norakwami.
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Marinette wasn’t really paying attention to Mme. Bustier’s lecture. To be fair, it was about career options and how to achieve them, something she had researched so completely she already had a list of universities she intended to apply to, along with possible companies to intern, all carefully tabbed in a binder at home that was also slowly filling with application and portfolio ideas.
Given that she was only fourteen and still had four more years before she reached the point of applying, she was ahead of the game. Perhaps she could be considering going to another lycée instead of the feeder for Collège Françoise Dupont, perhaps somewhere private that had a focus on fashion. But she didn’t want to put pressure on her parents, who would have to pay the tuition for such an institution, when she was already winning awards and making a name for herself through designing for Jagged Stone and the up-and-coming Kitty Section, among others.
“For instance, being a superhero is not a viable career path,” was what made her tune in, her attention fully pulled to Mme. Bustier, who seemed to be looking right at her.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Marinette felt frozen by that stare, pinned like a ladybug by an entomologist. How could she know? Did other people notice her stare?
“Ladybug is almost certainly harming her civilian future through these superhero antics, which prevent her from fulfilling all her obligations.”
Alya snorted. “That’s not Ladybug’s fault—it’s Hawkmoth’s. Ladybug protects the city. And maybe Paris should pay her for her services!”
“Ladybug is a teenager who should be concentrating on school,” Mme. Bustier declared, still staring holes into Marinette.
“Ladybug has never released her age,” Adrien murmured, his voice sounding strained. “So that’s conjecture, Mme. Bustier. How does this have to do with our future careers?”
To her horror, he turned and followed her gaze to Marinette.
She felt as though she might hyperventilate, panic rising in her gut. If she was compromised, that put her family and friends at risk, put the Miracle Box at risk, played right into Hawkmoth’s hands. She’d never been good at a poker face, and she wasn’t sure whether she was managing now.
Adrien’s eyes widened, and she knew she’d failed, at least with him. Kwami, she hoped she could trust him.
“I’m glad you asked, Adrien. For instance, Marinette, would you please share your current preparation for your future career.”
All eyes were on her, and she could feel the thoughts swirling around them as she was called out. She swallowed, trying to push it all down.
“I-I… I have a binder. At home. F-fifteen different universities with fashion p-programs. In order of where I want to go most. Also c-companies that offer internships.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves—it helped a bit. “I’ve started my portfolio, including the b-bowler hat that won M. Agreste’s contest, and my work for Jagged Stone and Kitty Section, and p-pictures of clothing I’ve designed and made.”
She could hear murmurs around her, and Alya gave a low whistle beside her.
“Girl, no wonder you don’t sleep. You’re on top of this!”
Mme. Bustier’s mouth became a thin line, her lips pressed together as though she was irritated.
Marinette wished keenly that Master Fu was still around, could handle this situation. She’d come to realize Mme. Bustier was a terrible teacher, enabling bullying and shaming victims as though they were at fault for their treatment. But this was a whole new level of awful.
“Still, the way you run off during Akuma attacks interrupts your daily life and prevents you from—”
“We all run away during Akuma attacks! They disrupt all our daily lives.”
Adrien stood, his back rigid from tension.
“Marinette has been personally targeted multiple times during Akuma attacks. So have I! A lot of this has been documented on the LadyBlog. It’s traumatizing—and we keep our memories of that because we’re not the Akuma. I run and hide, personally. Why would you shame Marinette for that?”
The class fell silent, and glancing around Marinette could see the tension in their faces, their own memories of being chased by Akuma.
Adrien had moved this away from the idea of Marinette being Ladybug to her being shamed for her reaction to Akumas. He was protecting her. And she loved him all the more for it.
“There was Evillustrator,” Marinette murmured, jumping on the red herring.
She glanced at Nathanaël apologetically. He offered a sad smile.
“I had to help Chat Noir with that. It was scary. André Glacier became Glaciator and came looking for me, and Chat Noir saved me from getting frozen. And Gamer was looking for me. Chat Noir saved me again.”
She could see Max wince across the aisle.
“Reflekta turned me into her clone because she was mad at me. And it was my fault.”
Marinette turned and mouthed ‘sorry’ to Juleka.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Juleka whispered, then cringed as she realized her voice had carried far enough for everyone to hear.
She smiled, then turned back to the front.
“My own grandmother tried to turn me into coal when she was Akumatized because she was upset I wasn’t like eight years old anymore—Chat Noir saved me again there, too. And then my dad was Akumatized and Chat Noir and Ladybug had to save me again.”
Marinette hadn’t been able to transform, needing to be saved as a civilian before she could get back as Ladybug. Too many of them had been so public she’d had to trust Chat Noir would be able to hold his own until she got there—and she did, but she was afraid sometime that would be fatal.
“And I saw footage when Adrien was dropped from a building and then when Volpina pretended to drop him from the Eiffel Tower. That’s terrifying!”
She didn’t turn around to look at Lila. Instead she looked at Adrien, who was still standing, alternating between glaring at Mme. Bustier and glancing back at her with concern in his eyes.
“And then there’s mind control Akumas, like with Miracle Queen. I’m scared of Akumas, Mme. Bustier. Even when they’re across the city, they won’t always stay there, and I want to hide. And I refuse to be ashamed of that!”
It wasn’t a lie, either. Civilian her absolutely wanted to hide—and did, just behind a mask.
She turned her attention to the teacher, keeping her back straight, remembering she had Adrien on her side, even if she wished he didn’t know—damn Bustier for that. Marinette steeled herself.
“I don’t understand why you’ve singled me out to try to imply I alone am somehow failing to perform because of Akumas, but you always seem to do this. I’m at fault for being bullied. I need to be an example and not react when my belongings are destroyed and my locker is broken into. Or when someone gets me expelled by somehow putting test answers in my bag and a new Gabriel-brand necklace—supposedly an heirloom—in my locker that’s been broken into before. I’ve spent the last year feeling I’m not allowed to have emotions. But this is the last straw.”
Marinette stood, picking up her bag. When she glanced down Tikki was giving her the Kwami version of a thumbs up.
“Frankly, Mme. Bustier, you have been toxic for my mental health for quite some time. Time I’ve spent researching to discover what you’re doing isn’t appropriate for the classroom; it’s abusive and reportable. If you’ll excuse me, I need to speak to the M. Damocles, as well as my parents. And perhaps the Board of Governors, as I am no longer willing to tolerate this treatment and its continued harm to my education.”
With that, she marched down the stairs, past an open-mouthed Bustier, and out of the classroom, holding her head high.
Once in the open hallway, clear of the windows, she deflated.
“Well, fuck,” she whispered. “I guess I get to do research on a new collège, too.”
She supposed, at least, she’d been successful at diverting Bustier from the Ladybug accusations; the last thing she needed was for Ladybug-hater Lila to know and come after her.
“You and me both.”
Adrien’s voice behind her nearly made her jump out of her skin. She was relieved to see no one else had followed him. She could hear the hullaballoo of the classroom behind her, all control having been lost.
He quirked a grin. “We’re in it together, Bugaboo. As always.”
She stared, feeling like there was a hamster lolling on the wheel of her thoughts instead of running to turn it.
Adrien took her arm. “Come on. I’ll support you. Let’s go talk to M. Damocles.”
“Ch-Chat?” Marinette managed in a hiss as her brain finally caught up.
He gently guided her forward. “My Lady.”
She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to laugh, cry, scream, or some combination of the three. But as they approached M. Damocles’ office, Marinette pushed the issue aside.
After all, she had work to do, and Ladybug didn’t leave work unfinished.
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Part 8
Summary: The Pogues take JJ to the hospital. Afterword, JJ isn’t taking things all that serious.
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Note: Things get a little steamy towards the end so if you’re under 18 close your eyes!
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It felt like the world was crashing down on top of me. JJ was barely breathing, I was hysterically crying, and the others were still fighting with the Kooks. Kie coming to console me, Sarah screaming at her brother, my brother getting in Topper’s face, and Pope eyeing Kelce. I looked at Rafe with pure hatred, and the son of a bitch smirked at me.
Suddenly I was standing in front of Rafe, pushing Sarah out of the way. I didn’t even remember getting up. And I smacked him in the face so hard he fell to the ground. I used that to my advantage and kicked him in the side, his goons trying to come at me, but my brother and Pope kept them away from me.
“You-asshole-fuck-you” I said, kicking him again and again after every word.
He tried to grab at my leg, but I stepped on his hand hard. He screamed, pleading me to stop.
“Oh, you want me to stop Rafe?” I asked sarcastically. He whimpered on the ground and I smiled menacingly.
“That’s enough” Sarah said, trying to put a hand on my shoulder. I knocked her away from me, glaring holes into her.
“Fuck off Sarah go back to daddy if you can’t handle the fight,” I spat at her. I turned back to Rafe and kicked him hard in the face, blood gushing out of his nose.
“Sis, come on please, we have to get JJ to the hospital.” JB pleaded, pulling on my arm.
John B and Pope managed to get JJ into the van, his head laying on my lap. Kie and Pope riding in the back with me while my brother drove with Sarah in the passenger seat. I started to become hysterical again when JJ’s breathing became more erratic. He started wheezing, taking more shallow breaths.
“Birdie please hurry! H-he’s barely breathing!” I sobbed, my body shaking so hard it was making JJ’s head move with me.
“Pleas JJ, don’t leave me, please baby, please. We have to have our happy ending.” I cried, Kie and Pope stared at me, not knowing what to do to console me.
We finally pulled up to the ER, all of us piling out with Pope, John B, and I carrying a very unconscious JJ. The nurses rushed at us taking JJ on a gurney, and instructing us to stay put in the waiting room. I couldn’t sit still...I paced back and forth in the waiting room. My brother tried to get me to sit down and relax, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t sit idly while my JJ was in there. God knows what all those Kooks probably broke. His poor face mangled and his erratic breathing definitely meant a broken rib at least.
Kie and Pope’s parents came and made them go home. So left in the waiting room was my brother, Sarah, and I.
“He’s going to be fine,” John B said, coming to hug me. I broke down in my brother’s arms. He shushed me and rubbed my back, trying to calm me down.
“You didn't hear how he was breathing Birdie, I can’t lose him” I sobbed into his shoulder.
“We have all been in plenty of fights-” JB started.
“John B there were three of them punching and kicking him at the same time! All I could do was fucking sit there and watch! He got hurt because I was too weak fighting back!” I screamed, my brother hugged me tighter to him.
“I told him people like us don’t get happy endings..I said that to him right before the Kooks came. I said that fucked up shit right to his face JB.” I sobbed, my voice croaking from the amount of screaming that I’ve done in the past few hours.
“JJ Maybank?” a voice asked.
We turned and saw a doctor standing by the door, and rushed over immediately.
“He’s very lucky, he has a broken rib that almost punctured his lungs. We had to operate to move that part of his rib back down. I’d like for him to stay the night so we can observe him. He can go home tomorrow after we take another x-ray to make sure his rib hasn’t moved. You all may see him now.” the doctor said, leading us to his room.
We walked into his room and it took everything in me to not start crying again. His face was pretty much bandaged everywhere, hooked up to machines, and oxygen tubes in his nose. I walked over to the side of his bed that didn’t have all the machines, and pulled up a chair next to him.
“Hi honey bear,” I whispered squeezing his hand a little.
“I’m going to take Sarah home, call me when he’s being released and I’ll pick you up ok?” John B said, I nodded at him looking back at JJ.
I was in and out of sleep the whole night. I got paranoid anytime a machine beeped or a nurse came in to check his vitals. I tried to talk to him some, not knowing if he could hear me or not.
“I’m so sorry JJ, I feel like this is all my fault. From the Kooks and what we were arguing about beforehand. I hate myself for what I said and making you think for even a second you aren’t anything less than perfect for me. You have a heart of gold JJ Maybank. A heart of gold that’s mine and I fucked up. I said some really fucked up shit to you. I wish more than anything I could take it back.” I started, crying again putting my head down by his hand.
I felt something brush against my hair, I looked up and JJ was looking back at me. He was trying to lift his hand to my cheek, so I helped him the rest of the way. I held his hand there, tears still flowing down my face.
“None of this is-your fault-baby.” JJ rasped.
I got him a cup of water and held the straw for him. Now fully aware of himself, JJ cupped my face in his hands and pulled me down for a kiss. I pulled away, not wanting to hurt him, causing JJ to pout at me. I let out a watery laugh and gave in to his kiss.
“I know you did everything you could to help me.There was nothing anyone in that situation could have done better, you-” he said.
“I could have fought harder J, I-” I said firmly.
“You did everything you could baby, get this in your head now. Nothing was your fault. What happened to us is all on the Kooks, and they will pay for what they did.” JJ said, holding my face close to his.
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I helped JJ inside the chateau, laying him on my bed. I made sure he was properly elevated and had plenty of blankets.
“So all I have to do is get a broken rib to be treated like a king?” JJ teased.
“If you weren’t hurt Maybank, I’d hit you” I said, smiling at him.
“Does this mean I get to have a celebratory kegger for my gracious return?” he asked, smiling back at me.
“You are confined to that bed sir until I see fit�� I said, raising a brow at him.
“I’m fine baby, I broke my rib not my whole body..my dad’s done worse to me,” he said nonchalantly.
“JJ stop it” I said, not wanting to hear about his dad beating him. I started to leave the room when his hand shot out grabbing mine.
“No baby, please stay I’m sorry” JJ said, grunting at his movements.
I laid in bed with him until we both fell asleep. Waking up to the front door shutting. My brother came in my room, seeing both of us were up.
“I say we have a kegger in honor of you J” John B said.
“Absolutely not!” I said.
“Hell yeah that’s my boy!” JJ said, getting up to hug my brother.
“This is definitely not a good idea..” I said.
“I’ve already got it filled and ready to go” my brother smirked. I glared at him, this was not something to celebrate.
“You do realize you could have fucking died right JJ?” I asked starting to become angrier by the second. “The doctor said your rib was so fucked it almost punctured your lung. How is going and getting black out drunk evenly remotely smart? Go on, I’ll wait.” I said leaning against my desk.
Both boys stared at me, my brother looking extremely uncomfortable with the situation, and JJ looking at my brother for help.
“Sweetheart-” JJ started.
“I don’t agree with this at all. I just spent the last 24 hours worried as fuck if you were even going to make it out of that operating room JJ. I’m not going to watch you hurt yourself more. You know what? I can’t be here right now. I’m leaving, to where, I don’t know. I can’t stand to look at either of you right now.” I stomped out of my room. I grabbed my bag and the keys to the van. They can find their own fucking ride since they want to do dumb shit. And my luck would have it that Sarah fucking Cameron was sitting on my porch.
“Hey,” she said. I looked at her confused. “Um, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I-” she started.
“I can’t do this right now Sarah, I’m not in the head space to have a civil conversation right now. Can we talk later?” I wanted to give her a chance after she stood up to her brother for us.
“Uh yeah, sure” she said.
The screen door slammed shut behind me, I heard someone following me and I turned to see JJ stalking up to me.
“Didn’t I just say I didn’t want to talk to you? I feel like I made that pretty clear Maybank.” I said still making my way towards the van.
“And when do I ever listen to you sweets?” JJ asked. I could feel even with my back turned to him that he was smiling at me. I rolled my eyes getting into the van with JJ following suit.
I drove with no destination in mind, but somehow ended up at the beach. Something about the ocean has always calmed me. The waves crashing on the shore lull me into a calm state. If I could, I’d build a house right by the ocean. Feeling the sand between my toes, and the smell of ocean water being a constant every moment. I got out of the van grabbing my beach bag, surf board, and stuffing some of JJ’s things into my bag. JJ grabbed his board and we made our way down to the ocean.
I laid out an old bed sheet, using some of our things to keep it in place since it was a little windy. I shed my clothes leaving me in my bathing suit, I could feel JJ watching me. I made a little show of it to get back at him.
“You aren’t playing fair baby,” JJ said I could feel his gaze burning into every inch of my body.
“I’m not doing anything honey bear,” I said bending down to take my shorts off.
In the next instance JJ grabbed my jaw right above my neck and yanked me to him. I smirked at him knowing I got to him.
“You better quit the bullshit baby, or all these people will see you with a tan hide when I’m done with you.” JJ said through gritted teeth.
I pushed him away and made a show of picking up my surf board and ran out to the ocean before JJ could catch me. I plunged myself into the first wave I hit coming up and paddling out to where the bigger waves would be. I sat up on my board looking out at the ocean wishing I could stay like this forever. I felt a splash next to me and saw JJ coming up next to me. I saw the bruises on his body and it broke my heart. The pain this boy has been through from his dad, and now from me, it tore me apart. I felt like those marks on him were my fault. I looked away from him.
“Baby-” JJ started. I ignored him and went after the upcoming wave. It was a big one, and I was a little nervous going to it. “Baby, please be careful!” JJ yelled. Knowing I’m not a fan of the bigger waves, but I was acting on impulse.
I started off on a good note, gliding back and forth. Then my foot slipped and I went sailing. I crashed into the ocean rolling deeper into the blue abyss. I felt arms come up under my armpits, pulling me to the surface. I came up coughing due to the water surging up my nose. Still being caught in the wave, I felt myself being pulled further out to not be right in the crash zone.
“You scared the shit out of me!” JJ yelled pushing his hair back out of his face.
“You act like that was my first wipe out J” I rolled my eyes at him, swimming to grab my board.
“Can we please talk about this babe, stop running from me!” JJ pulled himself back on his board following me back to the shore.
“I don’t know what else there is to talk about JJ! I told you how I felt about this fucking thing and I know you are still going to do it because you’re a fucking idiot!” I yelled throwing my board down by our stuff.
“You are making a bigger deal of this than it actually is sweets.” JJ said.
“What because I care about you? JJ I watched them beat you to a pulp! I-” I started.
“I KNOW I WAS FUCKING THERE I FELT THAT SHIT DAMMIT!” JJ screamed at me, my eyes widening. “I..I thought I was going to die last night. I could feel my breathing becoming harder and harder. I am not going to live life in constant fear anymore. This is the only life we have, and I want to have fun.” JJ said staring into my eyes.
I looked down at my feet, not being able to handle his intense gaze.
“Alright J, let’s party” I said smiling at him.
JJ picked me up, spinning me around in his arms. I giggled at him holding his face in my hands. He put me down, his arms still around me. He smiled, putting his hands on my cheeks leaning down to kiss me. I kissed him back, throwing my arms around him. He touched his tongue to mine, and I moaned in response. His hands roamed around my back just as mine did his. I grasped at his sides as his hand came closer to my breast just resting on the side of it. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple through my bathing suit, I gasped into his mouth loving the feeling. He suddenly pulled away and I pouted at him. He smirked at me leaning down towards me again.
“Later, I promise” he whispered against my lips. I leaned towards his ear brushing my lips against it.
“You better hold yourself to that Maybank” I whispered into his ear nibbling on it. He grunted, squeezing my hips.
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Hey Jack! I wanted to know what your thoughts are on Rheya. Was she really a villain to you? Were her motives justifiable? Was she a good villain? Did you think she deserved to have a redemption arc in chapter 16? What could have been written to make her have a better character story? Any thoughts at all about Rheya!
FOREWARNING: Anon... I accidentally wrote you a 2500 word essay. I shit you not this thing is 2,528 words long. So... I don’t know whether to say you’re welcome or I’m sorry. Just letting you know in advance.
ADD-ON POST-POSTING: I’m fully aware this is an app game. A three book series written with sexying vampires in mind. Where the medium is limited both size and content-wise, where you can’t go into much detail because they can only have so many panels in a chapter, etc. Still thinking what I think though. And if you get paid to create content professionally the least you can do for your own paycheck is go back and double-check your work.
Actually this ask came at a good time since I have to work on some character motivations for her for my series... and I always break down the in-canon versions before working on my own. So anon, let’s talk... are you a mind reader?
Kidding! mostly
So. Rheya.
I actually just finished my first replay of book 2 and at the moment I’ve only ever played book 3 the once. I played it as it was releasing so there were some memory gaps in some places and needed-refreshers in others. But on a whole I have similar thoughts about Rheya as I do Xenocrates, and you can find those thoughts here.
Overall she was a solid setup, good design and potential, and PB pretty much wasted her execution.
I wanna start with a genuine question to the fandom since I’ve never actually been able to ask this... but y’all like... totally saw the Bloodkeeper being related to her coming, right? Like I was so convinced of it that when it was revealed in some big dramatic point at the end I was like “yeah... they told us this...?” and it turns out they fuckin didn’t??? Like I could not understand the people who were like super into her sprite like yes she looks good but here I was thinking she was our ancestor from the get-go so I was... confused to say the least.
Not gonna lie when they started pushing in snippets of Rheya’s past trauma in book 2 (things like her yelling “you know what they did to me/took from me” which is paraphrased but you know what I mean) I really hoped they weren’t gonna do what they did. So of course they did it.
But I wish they’d like... just given her the kid. Just give her Iola and leave the weird suddenly random husband out of it. At this point we know Gaius has an unhealthy idolatry for her, we know Xenocrates adored her in his own way in his youth... but we know fuckall about Demetrius up to and including his existence until literally book 3. Sloppy, IMO. They took something not being mentioned and used it to put in a plot device when the omission should have been strategical.
TBH I thought the whole “you know what they did to me” was gonna get hella dark RE: Rheya and King Kaelisus’ obsession with her. That’s as far as I’ll go there.
But you have a Priestess, a known Priestess, who was definitely faithful enough not to stray even when she thought she was walking to her own death. It’s pretty easy to assume (as I did ngl) that she would be completely devoted to Phampira, including romantically/sexually. It would have been a good setup to explain why she never gave Gaius the goods if anything.
And there’s nothing wrong with having said Priestess have her own family while still being devoted. I just wish PB would have used some fucking forethought and hinted at that earlier on than they did. Because they didn’t hint. They dropped this random fisherman-something husband on us and told us she cared enough about his opinion to make him part of her advisory board but not... to like... mention him in any of her conversations in any of the flashbacks... including those in which he would have been alive.
On that note the whole timeline there is really messy, they obviously threw him and Iola in later on after some things were established/couldn’t be taken back. I’ve studied this shit extensively and it’s really muddled exactly how long Rheya ruled, when shit went down with her family, how much time had passed when Xenocrates staked her, etc.
I would have loved for Iola’s father not to have been there. Give me a strong woman, a strong single mother, who would burn the world for the loss of her daughter. Doesn’t matter who did the deed, Iola was hers and the Sons/Order took that from her and the world would have to pay the price.
If I had been given that I would end all of my complaints right here. I would, genuinely. Because then her descent into madness, her paranoia, her megalomania would all have been explained. And they still technically are but -- maybe it’s just me -- there’s something about her having to factor in Demetrius that just... takes me out of it. IDK.
I didn’t mind the guy... though him being a talking tree of doom was a little much for me... though by that point I had accepted the plot was off the goddamn rails and just kept nodding and going with it. But his presence made the story okay when his absence could have made the story impactful and powerful and emotional. That’s just my thoughts. Which you asked for. You did this.
No takesies-backsies.
Was she a villain? Hells to the yes.
It’s a classic case of obtaining ultimate power and abusing it; of crossing the line between justice and vengeance. Not that she wasn’t justified in her freak-out over the death of her family. But everything after up to and including her fatal feeding schedule was totally unnecessary. For a villain, yes necessary.
For a vampire goddess who could have easily used Gaius’ influence over the vampires of the modern world to form a cult following around herself with an open dialogue about her big ass appetite and probably would have ended up with swaths of willing adorers ready to lend their blood to her cause thus eliminating the need for secrecy and subsequent feeling of betrayal...
You tell me.
I feel like she was definitely more than a little hyped up though. Not even going into my whole-ass issue with the entire Unchained plot and thus the first like 4-5 chapters of book 3, she was hyped up in myth and kind of a let down in person. She could FLY. Walk in the SUN. Heal the DYING. She’s vampire JESUS.
*ADDED IN LATER: She took out THE ENTIRE ORDER OF THE DAWN, WHO HAVE RAVAGED THE VAMPIRE POPULATION FOR LITERALLY 3000 YEARS since they were around in her time after all IN LIKE A THREE-MOVE COMBO BREAK. ALL THIS SHIT THEY HYPED WITH THE ORDER and their entire ERADICATION isn’t even an ON-SCREEN THING. Unless you pay.
Dude if they had kept Xenocrates and the Order and used the two of them against each other; the Order’s long-standing influence on the modern world versus the new world Rheya wanted to create with the human populations not knowing the history behind their hatred, where like the first half of the book is Rheya and MC and gang taking out the Order and Xenocrates only to find out in the middle point that she’s been doing it for selfish reasons and they were on the wrong team the whole time and THEN Rheya becomes the big bad... I would have enjoyed the shit out of that.
Anyway. “She’s vampire JESUS...” and her big evil plan is to... suck face on national television? IDK. It didn’t play the mood right for me. I can see from a writer’s perspective how they kind of played out all of their options and went with a quick and easy solution... but it didn’t work for me. That’s a no from me dawg.
Do I think she deserved a redemption arc? I don’t think anybody deserved a god damn redemption arc, unless they are done with extreme care and attention to detail before/during/after said arc they go horribly, and overall tend to be the plot device pick of lazy writers.
And I take nothing back. No like I think I might have gone into how much I fucking hated Gaius’ “reDEmPtiON aRc” before or at least I have somewhere and to someone. Probably Sofia... no most definitely Sofia. But anyway. They spend TWO GOD DAMN BOOKS hyping Gaius as this ultimately irredeemable bad guy.
OMG I was literally playing the book 2 finale and got a quote hold on... HERE. Adrian literally says about Gaius in 2.16 “It’s like there’s no humanity left.” And that’s just one actual example of the tons of times they make him out to be devoted to Rheya of his own volition, the ultimate example of the line between believing in something and being blinded to everything by it, etc. Like a huge chunk of Kamilah’s and Adrian’s arcs RE: Gaius are about how he was definitely a monster, he turns the people around him into monsters, and while they have worked their asses off to be good and right their wrongs he has not, will not, and would not ever do such a thing.
Then suddenly he’s brainwashed, tried to turn Rheya down and was made into a loony toon because of it, and everything he made MC’s loved ones do that they blamed themselves for but needed to blame him for is suddenly Rheya’s fault and now we should blame her for.
Mmmmmkay sweetie. I’m good, thanks.
But really -- that was the last straw for me when it came to both Gaius and Rheya. There’s a difference between giving the villain something they see as a just cause (ex. Rheya avenging her family) and giving the villain a cop-out that absolves them of guilt (ex. Gaius and... everything about him). Like yes I know MC didn’t have to forgive him, I know Kamilah didn’t really forgive him, but it’s pretty fuckin obvious from how it was put out into the world story that the writers were trying to lean you towards blaming Rheya and letting Gaius off the hook.
I mean... making him save Lula for real when Rheya saved her for fake earlier on in the book, using Lula as a stand-in metaphor for her own child daughter that she finds out she was the cause of her death for, etc? That symbolism is so transparent I could put it in the asset database.
And I’ll only briefly touch on this since I could write a whole other essay on the matter RE: PB and their fucking constant repetition of this, but “let’s give both bad guys similar moral quandaries but suddenly reveal it was a consent issue and the woman is wholly to blame and now gets the man’s crimes piled on with her own” is super common in fiction and hella. fucking. sexist.
But that isn’t to say all of this is necessarily bad.
When done right, everything I’ve complained about above can be a part of a really good story. What “done right” means is different for everyone, everyone has a different example and different thoughts on it. These are mine. I think the better term would be done well. It was not done WELL.
But given things like PB’s weird obsession with redeeming the attractive (apparently) bad guy, PB’s history with narrowing a woman down to one trait or part of her (ex. Rheya’s power corruption centered around her role as a wife and mother and not... a super all powerful vampire goddess...), their obvious lack of attention to detail and overall lack of vision when it comes to the big picture* and more, I personally don’t think they knew what the fuck they wanted by book 3 and were already well into transitioning into whatever adultery-obsessed lingerie shenanery they’re fixated on now; so much so that it’s almost a disservice to the writing done in earlier book 1 and a decent chunk of book 2 when calling it a whole series.
*I keep bringing this up only because it means I can back up stuff like this with real examples of theirs: these guys did not write the plot of this series as a cohesive story. I get that, as a writer writing a big series myself I get the fuck out of that. But you have to solidify some things early on in the development process in order to avoid writing yourself into a hole or, like with this, having to result in trope-y plot devices that work in theory but on paper don’t give the story the full-circle fulfillment it deserves.
Their timelines are out of whack, they contradict themselves in quite a few places, constantly wishy-washy their own lore, and definitely didn’t go back and double check if they’d said something already... and that’s not including where they focused on the details of one unimportant thing and left another more important thing to just be “and this is the way it is moving on.”
I literally have no way/idea how to summarize any of this bullshittery going on in this ask. Did I like Rheya? The character personality, design, and overall idea as this big ass badass power/hungry goddess demanding fealty was pretty cool. Did I like Rheya when they narrowed her story down to her grief over her family (which, again, is valid, but just seemed really disjointed and rushed when compared to everything else they had given about her/shown of her by the beginning of book 3)? Not... as much.
I think they wanted her to seem like she could be redeemed. I mean FFS in the “big battle” she literally just stands there and lets you do the thing. 3000 years imprisoned and however many centuries before that spent taking the power that she was denied all because some bad dudes in masks killed the mortal husband and daughter you would have eventually lost to old age anyway...? And she just stands there???
Even knowing she was really behind Iola’s death they could have stuck with the “madness consumed” plotline and had her be like well... what’s done is done back to taking over now thank you.
But sometimes a bad guy just has to be a bad guy. Rourke from ES, mister capitalism -- can’t remember them trying to redeem him. If they had I don’t think I would have liked it so much. Who else... UGH. Thomas in NB. Crazy zombie man wants all monsters dead because one killed his family (can we stop using dead families for grief porn please and thanks...) another example of a useless villain. Hence why I removed him from my NB rewrite don’t even get me going...
What’s his face in TCATF! Luther! You join up with him and he still tries to kill you in the end! Now that was fucking classic. Hex, who suddenly is forgiven for the literal enslavement of a race of people and the thoughtless murder of a civilization that didn’t agree with her.. and all because she was ‘like a mother’ to the kid genius? Not so much.
I could go on and on and go search out tons of examples but in the end the one thing you can say PB does well is that they stay consistent in their ideas of redemption, of who deserves it and who isn’t, and just how far they’re willing to stretch the fucking story to forgive a character if 1. the sprite is hot or 2. the sprite had a little sprite family somewhere in there.
legit just talk to me about bb/nb
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Challenge Week- Get Beached 2020
Date Night
Teen Wolf | Sterek | 2806
Fat!Stiles, Super Chub!Derek, Date night at the local buffet,
Stiles pulls their truck up to Howdy Hal’s Buffet. Hal’s is a local place that’s been in business for the past thirty years. They have a great selection of food, and on Wednesdays, they have an all-you-can-eat night for the low price of $10 each. Stiles and Derek haven’t been able to eat anywhere for $10 each in a very, very long time.
The truck is thrown into park, and Stiles shuts off the ignition and pulls out the key. Derek sits in the passenger seat, too large himself to even consider driving. They both throw their doors open, and Stiles falls out of the cab with little grace. When he does he can feel the truck’s frame being relieved from his weight, but immediately dipping with Derek’s on the other side.
From his side, Derek wiggles. He manages to get his right leg out from the confined space under the dashboard and his belly to start reaching for the ground. Stiles makes his way to the otherside of the truck. Derek gets his foot on the running board, and uses that to leverage his other leg out. His massive belly jiggles and flops as he twists in his seat, using the frame of the door as a handle. Another leg appears, and he reaches down to the asphalt below. Stiles observes, and offers a bit of encouragement when he can.
Both of Derek’s feet hit the ground and the truck almost bounces back up when all of Derek’s bulk is out of the cab. Derek takes a couple of small steps, adjusting his shirt to cover his massive belly as best he can, and slams the truck’s door behind him.
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They’re parked as close to the door as possible. Derek takes small, slow steps, working each step like it’s a personal everest of his. Stiles scoops up his hand, and Derek doesn’t let go.
It was 10 years ago that Derek confessed his love for Stiles. It was nearly 9 years ago when Derek admitted that he wanted to start gaining weight. It was 8 and a half years ago when Stiles decided he also wanted to gain weight.
Derek’s bulk was in his belly. It was wide and round. It extends far out in front of him and sits heavily on top of his pants. His arms are massive too, and so are his legs, but his belly is where all the weight goes. Lately, Stiles has noticed his underbelly getting bigger too, and he can’t wait for the day Derek’s fupa hangs low by his knees like his stomach already does. Three months ago, Derek weighed 589 pounds. Stiles is so pleased.
Stiles’ weight is more evenly distributed, but settles in his lower half. He’s smaller than Derek, by quite a bit at this point, but he’s grown happy with his body and doesn’t really mind their side difference. He’s squishy all over, none of his fat really hardening like Derek’s does. Even when he’s stuffed, his belly is still soft and pliable in his fingers. His upper arms are thick and stretch out any shirt or hoodie he tries to wear. They look like hams. His face is soft too. While Derek’s double and triple chins hide behind a beard, Stiles keeps his face clean shaven proving that there are multiple chins down there. His thighs rub together, and they’re so thick that he walks with a wide stride that leaves him waddling from one leg to another. Three months ago, Stiles weighed 342 pounds. Derek couldn’t keep his hands to himself as the digital read out on their scale announced the number.
Derek’s steps are laborious. They don’t walk a lot given heir total combined bulk of being fat as fuck, but their montly trip to Hal’s was always a moment they really enjoyed. They don’t get out of the house much, and even as Derek keeps growing, it gets harder and harder. Stiles idly wonders how much Derek has gained since the last time he was weighed, or even last month’s date night.
The doors to Hal’s are motion sensing and slide open when they detect Stiles and Derek’s imminent entrance. However, it takes them a few more moments than it would take anyone else and the doors close again, then open again. The doors open and close three times before Stiles and Derek get inside.
“Ah! My favorite customers!” Hal says from his place behind the cash register. “We were wondering if you two were coming this month.”
“Oh course we’d come,” Derek pants, moving his thick arm to dig out his wallet from his pocket. It’s not easy, and requires some manuvering around fat, but he gets it. “Two please.”
Hal immediately escorts them to a nearby table, one very close to the buffet lineup. The chairs at Hal’s have been reinforced. Mostly because on night a few years back Derek broke the chair he was sitting on. The table they’re given is big enough to seat about six people. Derek plots onto two chairs on one side, while Stiles manages to feel comfortable enough on one chair tonight on the other.
Hal takes Derek’s card and rings them up for the night, and brings the check over for Derek to sign. Normally, Hal doesn’t do table service, because it’s a buffet, but he’s always made special accommodations for Stiles and Derek.
A cute little server girl comes out from the kitchen. She’s wearing an apron and under normal conditions her job is to clean up after guests leave, tonight though, her job also includes bring food for Stiles and Derek.
“Hi Anne,” Stiles says, peering over to the rows and rows of food.
“Hi Stiles. Hi Derek,” Anne is familiar with the couple. Derek puts in his order, and reminds her to pack the plate high because. Stiles decides he wants to walk around and see what’s up there himself.
Derek watches as Stiles waddles to the pile of places and immediately starts spooning food onto the plate, soon grabbing another one. Anne comes back with two plates for Derek, filled with the food he asked for and a few moments later, Stiles returns with plates of his own. Anne brings them drinks and silverware before leaving them to clean a table that recently freed up near them.
They eat. Stiles gets up once he finishes the food on his plates to get more. Derek calls on Anne to bring him more. Stiles enjoys a steak or two while Derek can’t get enough of the spaghetti. Mashed potatoes with gravy, mac and cheese, pizza, corndogs, chicken fried steak, hamburgers, and so much more move through their plates. Stiles brings Derek a plate every now and then, encouraging him to try to fish or the chicken or this or that. Derek inhales it all.
It takes a while, but Derek starts getting full and he’s pleased when he lets out a burp that startles a couple nearby. Stiles can’t imagine what they must look like to them. A couple of huge dudes who can’t even stop eating for a moment to talk to one another outside of small encouragements and compliments about having barbecue sauce on their chin. Derek takes up two chairs for fuck’s sake. They must look ridiculous. But Stiles doesn’t care. He continues to munch on his crab legs.
Stiles starts getting full and concedes that it is time for dessert. He makes his way to the dessert station and brings back cakes and cookies and ice cream and so much more. He also brings back another plate for Derek even though he sees Anne working up another couple of plates for him already.
Derek keeps eating and Stiles begins to slow down, feeling the pressure of his fully belly against the edge of the table, but he also loves dessert the best. While Stiles could easily eat an entire meal made of only sweets, Derek loved the savory. There is a plate piled with fries that Derek grabs every now and then. Stiles sneaks a couple from the pile to dip in his ice cream.
“Do you think they’ll make me a milkshake if I ask?” Stiles ponders sucking on the straw of his soda.
“Hmm probably,” Derek responds, mouth full of food. The front of his shirt is littered with small spots of food having dropped while he was eating. Stiles wonders if it is finally time to invest in some bibs for him.
When Anne comes back, Stiles asks and she leaves to the kitchen to see what she can do. Derek starts to lean back in his chair, which signals to Stiles that he’s reaching the end of the meal himself.
“Do you want dessert? I’m going to go get more,” Stiles starts the process of standing up, it’s always a little more work when you’re full. Derek nods while bringing another forkful of food.
Stiles packs a couple plates full of desserts, and brings another plate of fries for him and Derek to share. When he gets back Anne is bringing out a sizable milkshake. Stiles plots back into his seat, putting the plates of dessert on the table as Anne takes some plates away. Stiles needs to remember to leave her a very large tip. Stiles sips the milkshake, watching Derek concentrate as he keeps bringing his fork from the plate to his mouth.
At this point, Stiles knows, it’s not about eating for Derek, it’s about being stuffed. He won’t stop eating until he feels he cannot eat another bite. Stiles knows his limit, and he’ll stop when he is pleasantly full, but Derek has gained nearly 500 pounds in 9 years for a reason.
Around them, people leave. Normal people don’t spend more than an hour here. Derek and Stiles can, and have, spend the whole evening here.
Once Derek really starts to slow down, the conversation between them flows. They live together and while Derek works from home, Stiles doesn’t. They talk about work, and other things. They were hoping to go see a movie soon, but the seats were an issue for them now. (Buying 4 seats for two people starts to get a bit ridiculous.)
Stiles continues to sip at his milkshake, it’s very good. Every now and then he dips a fry into it and eats it up. The sweet and salty mix on his tongue in a satisfying way. Derek finishes all the food they have at the table, so Stiles goes and dutifully gets him another plate. Derek keeps eating.
Stiles announces that he’s talked to his dad. They hadn’t seen each other since John married Melissa and they ran off to Mexico together a few years back. They invite Stiles and Derek down often enough, but Stiles knows they can’t really travel much anymore. Derek announces a potential promotion for him. It’s in the very early stages, but he isn’t sure he’s super interested because it may require an in person interview.
They’re lifestyle is a little extreme for some people’s taste. Stiles knows he’s had to defend his lifestyle to Scott many times. The excuse of wanting them to be healthy always being a main argument on Scott’s part.
Derek starts really slowing down, instead of brining his fork up every few seconds for another bit, he takes maybe a minute to bring his hand up again. The amount on the fork getting smaller and smaller. Stiles definitely brought him too much dessert on purpose.
“Come on babe, you can finish all that. It’s not that much,” Stiles offers his encouragement. Derek seems determined, and he takes another bite.
Stiles keeps talking, as Derek begins to concentrate hard on the last little bit of food on the plate.
“Just a little bit more Der,” Stiles takes the last few sips of his milkshake, and he can feel it go down his throat and join the rest of the food in his belly. He idly rubs circles into the flesh that meet the side of the table. “You’re doing soo good.”
Derek fills his fork with the last little bit of pudding and cake from his plate. He takes the final bite, chews for a moment, then swallows. To demonstrate how done he is, he rolls his head back and uses his legs to push himself up a little bit. Stiles can see his hand trying to make it’s way to the bottom of his belly, where his sweatpants are probably cutting into him uncomfortably. Derek stopped wearing jeans years ago, but Stiles does miss the harsh red lines that came after keeping his big belly confined for so long.
Stiles continues talking, he knows Derek is listening.
“‘M so full,” Derek announces,” which is good because that was kind of the point of coming to dinner.
“Well, Hall won’t kick us out,” Stiles says. He finished his milkshake, and now that he’s let his food settle for a few minutes he considers going and getting another plate of food, or maybe dessert. They’re not going to go anywhere for awhile. Derek is too full to move.
Derek can feel his stomach weighing him down, holding him, forcing him, down to the chairs he is sitting on. He kind of wishes he and Stiles were back home, so Stiles could rub circles into his over inflated belly and massage the softer rolls hidden by his sweats. He rests his eyes, enjoying the full sensation that comes with over eating, over stuffing himself.
Stiles gives in and goes back up for another plate. Derek hears Stiles stand, and looks after him to watch his body sway back and forth as his legs try to make big steps but are confined to taking small wide ones. Stiles still insists on wearing flannel overshirts, which disguise--albeit not very well-the rolls of fat that are on his back. The t-shirts underneath, Derek knows, cling to them tightly and put them on display for everyone to see. The flannel shirts cover it up and Derek mourns over the absence of them. His jeans are tight, because Stiles still insists on wearing jeans, even if it’s only once and a while. His ass crack peeks out the top of the jeans, just enough that when he walks a certain way Derek can see it between the tops of his pants and the bottom of his flannel. The jeans are sinfully tight, showcasing the rolls that have developed on Stiles’ thighs.
Derek watches, enamored by Stiles.
As Stiles returns with his full plate, Derek sees tug his shirt down in front of him, like it’s riding up repeatedly. Derek wonders if Stiles can feel his belly showing.
“Shirts getting a bit small?” Derek asks, lifting his head as Stiles makes his way back to the table and sits down with a big sigh.
“Yeah, think so,” Stiles admits. He has another plate full of desserts, he starts eating, Derek feels automatically compelled to eat something but his gut is so full in front of him that he can’t move to swipe something from Stiles’ plate.
The couple continues to talk while Derek digests enough to stand and Stiles finishes his last plate of food. Hal comes over a couple of times and makes sure they’re both doing okay, as well as Anne. Stiles slips a couple twenties on the table when Derek finally musters up enough strength to stand.
They’re always seated at a table with chairs, after the time Derek got wedged so tightly into a booth they had to remove the table top so he could get out. Stiles stands, which allows Derek to push the table away from him, and then use it to help him stand. They walk to the exit, Hal and Anne following them to make sure they both get out and to their car okay.
The truck is right where they left it. Stiles helps Derek climb into it, the poor truck leaning and groaning under the weight of Derek. Stiles closes the door, knowing Derek is inside holding some of himself to allow the door to close at all. He makes his way to the driver’s seat, and gets himself up there, again the truck doesn’t seem happy with the new added weight.
Before they drive off, they sit in the truck for a moment, Stiles adjusting himself to he can make sure he’s as comfortable as he can be in the tight space.
Stiles reaches a hand over to roam Derek’s big, hard belly. It always amazing him, how much Derek can eat. “Happy anniversary,” Stiles says.
“Happy anniversary,” Derek responds, the two lean together, Derek pushes against the side of the truck to get him all the way to meet Stiles’ lips. To another ten years.
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Cop and Thief
Smoker x Portgas D. Ace
Fandom: One Piece
Genre: Smut with a lil angst
Timeline: Modern AU!
Pairing: Smoker x Ace
Request: For Op-Law from wattpad. You can also find this story there under the name Da3Stuges. I share an account with two other amazing authors💚
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"This is the second time Portgas. When are you going to learn that doing arson is illegal?" A white haired male snarled with an irritated look on his face.
"C'mon Smokey, when are you gonna lighten up a bit? It's the 21st century, stop being so...old." The man named 'Portgas' said as he laid his head on the table.
Smoker let out a deep sigh before he uncuffed the man. "Just-...." The older man breathed. "Just get outta my sight Portgas. If I see you in here again, you're gonna regret it."
"Oh I'm soooo scared!" He mocks. "See you later old man!" The ravenette said as he ran out of the police station. Smoker's assistant, Tashigi only stood in pure, agitated disbelief.
"Why do you keep letting him go Sergeant Smoker? He's only gonna cause more trouble, not only for you, but for the entire GPD! We have to go get him!" The navy haired woman with red glasses perched on top of her head complained.
Smoker sighed. He was asked -and told- the same thing every single time. Smoker waved her off.
"Stand down Tashigi. Portgas acts like any other old reckless youngster, there is no need to get rash." Sergeant Smoker seriously needed a break. He already gained a headache trying to apprehend Portgas. He didn't need this extra addition. But, it seems Tashigi didn't get the memo.
"But sir! Portgas D. Ace is the eldest of the infamous ASL brothers! Those three terrorize any store they find! And just for food?!?! He's also allies with Whitebeard and Roger! He needs to be apprehended immediately before his entire posse raid this whole town!" The woman screeched as she tried to get her point across.
"I said stand down cadet!" He barked. "I am aware of Portgas' affiliations, I am aware of his younger brothers, and I am very much aware of the consequences of him continuing to run free." It's like the people in this damned department didn't understand.
"Please stop rambling nonsense around my head and move on from this subject. To be quite frank, I'm done with Portgas and his case. So if you want to capture him so bad, why don't you go and do it?" Smoker sneered as he has gotten fed up with Tashigi and her screeching.
"But Sergeant Smoker-.." She tried to reason but never got to finish her sentence. Smoker upped and left the room.
"Damned people. I don't know how many times they want me to repeat the same words over and over again." He grumbled as he stomped his way to his office.
"That damn brat is growing on me. Without him, these calls won't be challenging at all."
He sighed, entering his office. Sitting down on the slightly worn out chair, he gazed upon his achievements that were mounted on the wall.
'Soon, I won't have a job if I keep this up.' He thought with a sigh. This whole situation was troublesome.
Suddenly, a knock was heard.
"Enter." The tired male spoke. He waited to see who would be on the other side of his door. Surprisingly, it was Monkey D. Garp, the retired chief of police. Smoker stood up, as a sign of respect.
"G-Garp-San," He hesitated. "To what do I owe this visit? More so, why have you came to visit me?" Smoker was puzzled. Why was the greatest chief of police that ever resided in this town, here in his office?
Garp stood as strong as ever. Dressed down in his white button up and some white dress pants.
"Well, Sergeant," Garp began. " a little birdy...more-so...your assistant Tashigi, seemed to be in distress. I asked her, and she told me that you keep letting a certain freckled faced fellow go." Smoker kept his composure, but inwardly groaned. That woman could never keep her mouth shut.
"Mind explaining why you are releasing my grandson only to capture him again later on?" Garp questioned as he looked at Smoker with curious amusement.
Smoker stayed silent. It wasn't that he didn't know how to answer the question, it was more of him in denial.
"To be honest with you Chief...I'm not sure why I do that." He said scratching the back of his neck. A sign that Garp picked up from past visits, indicating he was nervous.
"Portgas brings...life to the chases we do-" Smoker paused. "him and his brothers." He continues. "So taking them in would diminish all the fun." Garp stared at him for a minute before answering.
"But you do know that even if they do rob stores for food, they have very strong and dangerous allies." He stated. "Ace with Whitebeard and Roger, Sabo with Dragon, and Luffy with Shanks. Not to mention they have their own crews. For example, Luffy and his Straw hat brats." Garp concluded as fixed Smoker with a stare.
"Though I am assuming- and hoping that this isn't the case-" Garp straightens to his full height. "Could it be that you are starting to harbor feelings for the brat?" Garp asked.
The male in question thought about the elders statement. 'Do I like Portgas? No....no I can't do that. There's no way. Unless...?' Smoker thought as he racked through his brain for answers.
Garp sighed. "Well, I've got to go. Even though they are criminals, they're still my grandkids. However, they are gonna get a rude awakening when I return back home from the holidays." He said with a menacing smile as he cracked his knuckles. He looked at Smoker then smirked at him before exited out of his office.
'That was weird.' The white haired male said as he lit up a cigar. He sat down and took a puff. He sighed out a breath as he wondered.
'What am I going to do?'
(Ace's POV)
"LUFFY! ACE! LET'S GO!" Sabo shouted. We just raided one of our favorite restaurants. We dodged a couple of frying pans, cutting boards, and a few stray eating utensils along the way. We finally arrive to our usual little hiding spot. We're here just until things die down, then we normally make our way home. Fuck I'm tired. I focus on catching my breath as Luffy starts laughing.
"Shishishi~ I got all the meat!" My idiot of a little brother exclaims.
"Lies! I got some meat too- and I aint sharing so don't give me that face." I said as my straw hat wearing brother pouts.
"You idiots argue for the most simplest things," Sabo rolled his eyes. "it's unbelievable sometimes." He sighed as he looked down in embarrassment.
"WHO YOU CALLING AN IDIOT, BARBIE DOLL?!?" I snap.
"EH!? YOU WANNA FIGHT?!" Sabo shouts back. Oh ho hooo I am not backing down bitch.
"BRING IT ON YOU SMURF!"
Sabo and I were head to head and I could see the electricity between us. "Shishishi~ usually it's me and Ace or Ace and Smokey." Luffy said as he munched on a bag of chips.
"Speaking of Smokey, he always catches you and then lets you go 5 hours later. Wanna explain?" Sabo said as he looked at me with a smirk on his face. I felt my cheeks heat up as I look the other way.
"There's nothing to explain. He catches me, we talk, then he lets me go. Nothing else." I mumbled, hoping Sabo wouldn't press into the situation more.
"Judging by your face I think you have some attraction for him." Apparently, he didn't get the hint or he got it and just didn't care.
"Ugh just drop it Sabo. Even if I DID like him there is absolutely NO POSSIBLE WAY Oyaji or that old bastard would approve." I sulk.
Sabo walks up to me and grabs my shoulders. "Wouldn't approve of what? You being gay?"
"Hmm? Oh, No, I told them my preference before and they didn't have a problem. I think they wouldn't approve because of who I chose to like. Remember," I sigh. "He's a cop. I'm a thief. Not to mention my stupid old man. It isn't gonna work."
I turn away from him as my shoulders droop. 'Besides..I think he likes that little assistant of his...despite how annoying she is.' I thought as a I succumb to my inner thoughts.
"Eh, Ace, I know you're worried about their opinion, but, if you really like him, you gotta face your fears and tell him. Rejection is always better than regret." Luffy said with a serious expression.
Sabo and I looked at him shocked. He tilts his head in confusion. 'Luffy....has a brain?' I stare at him.
"What? Is there something on my face?" He picks his nose.
'Well nevermind he's back to being an idiot.' I sweatdrop.
"Well, we should get going. Thatch needs to cook the food." Sabo said and as soon as he did, Luffy and I race back to the house.
"Hey! Wait for me! Guys!" I hear Sabo shout.
~timeskip brought to you by Marco chasing Ace around in a pineapple tank top~
"Why...did you guys..run of like that?" Sabo panted as he finally caught up with us.
"You've gotten slow Sabo..need to fix that." I say as I smirk mischievously at him. He pales at my sentence and begins to mumble something before Luffy's voice is heard, shouting so the whole block hears him. "WE'RE HOME!"
He then turns towards us, "Let's go, I want FOOODD!" and dashes inside.
Sabo and I stare at him for a second before his words fully register in my mind. "DON'T EAT ALL THE MEAT LUFFY!" I shout. I dash inside, leaving Sabo in the dust.
"Thatch! Marco! Oyaji! How are you guys?" I ask as we all sit at the table. Well Oyaji stood, but that doesn't make much of a difference.
"We're fine." Thatch hummed, "-but mind telling why you got captured today?" he questions as he glances behind him, amused.
"Oh, um...how'd you know about that?" I laugh nervously with an uneasy feeling in my chest.
"Gurararara~ We know everything around here, brat. Did you forget already?" Oyaji says, with his signature laugh.
I facepalm because of my stupidity. 'Of course Oyaji would know the smoking Sargeant.'
"Shishishi~ Ace got captured by Smokey! But their fight was..weird." Luffy's shine like literal stars as Thatch sets a plate full of meat in front of him. "Weird like how yoi?" Marco spoke, leaning on the table with a lazy smirk.
"They were saying weird stuff to each other. Like when Ace said that if Smokey has this much energy fighting, how much energy would he have in-" Luffy didn't get to finish before I shoved a piece of meat in his mouth. "OKAYY," I chuckle nervously, "we don't need to hear anymore a that, right Sabo?" I force a smile, praying that Sabo would be on my side.
Sabo looks at me before smirking. 'Oh no'
"I don't know, Ace...you were kinda..touchy with him today." He teased. "Any reason why?" I look at him with the most hateful gaze ever, but he just brushes it off. 'Damnit Sabo! You're gonna make Oyaji kill him you overgrown barbie doll!'
Everyone at the table looked at me with a face of interest. Even Izo, Vista and Haruta.
'When the hell did they get here?'
The only one who didn't had a readable expression was Oyaji. 'Fuck...he's gonna kill me'
"Were you flirting- with Sergeant Smoker, Ace?" Izo questioned me with a large smirk on his rose colored lips. Before I even had the chance to answer, the overgrown, knock-off barbie doll on the right of me spoke up.
"Flirting? It was like watching sex happen in front of my eyes-" He didn't get to finish as I slammed my fist on top of his head.
"Damnit Sabo! Are you trying to get me killed?!" I yelled as I stood up from my seat, meat on my plate forgotten.
"I mean you needed a push and I'm there to help." He winced as he rubbed the top of his head. Before I said anything, I was cut of again.
'Why the fuck do I keep getting interrupted!? I'm running out of patience.'
"Ace.." Oyaji started as he looked at me with a glare, some haki leaking through. "Are you interested in this...Sergeant?" He finished. The whole table went down in silence and Sabo looks away from me, I don't have to look at him to know he feels full of guilt.
"No Oyaji.....what gave you that idea?" I say, not looking at Oyaji in the eye.
"Ace..you know that relationship will not work. He's a Sergeant, a cop," He emphasizes. "...and you. You're a thief." He says firmly, staring into my being.
"Your relationship is gonna end up in two ways. One, he continues to set you free after every chase and loses his rank- or worse, his job-"
'I don't want to be the reason he loses his job.' I clench my fist.
"Or two, you get caught and thrown in jail." Oyaji speaks. I know what he's saying. I know what he's trying to get into my head.
"Either he's gone or your life is over."
'I know the risks....I know I don't have a chance. But why does it hurt so much hearing it from you, Oyaji?'
I thought as I bit my bottom lip.
"Honestly," He grunts. "I don't care who you date. Your father, however, is the problem." I tch. That stupid old man.
"You know he has issues trusting the police. Ever since the incident with your mother." He continued. "Of course she's alive and well, but he almost lost her, Ace. He almost lost you.
I put my head down in shame.
'I knew it. They wouldn't approve. They wouldn't accept it. Damn it.'
"I know that Oyaji..that's why I said I don't like him you know." I bark a laugh. It sounded so mechanic that Luffy had stopped eating.
"...Sabo and Luffy were just messing with me." I say flashing a pained smile, a vain attempt to seem unfazed.
"Ace.." Thatch calls. I don't answer.
"Well, that settles that. I'm going to be in my room. I'm not hungry." I slide the plate over in between Sabo and Luffy, signaling that they can have my share.
I walk out of the dining room and head to my room. 'Nothing is ever fair anymore.'
I open the door to my room and slam it closed, locking it behind me. I huff. For fuck's sake.
'I need to cool down...I don't need another lecture from Marco about burning holes into my bedroom walls again.'
Shuffling around in my room, trying to calm down- though I'm unsuccessful-, something clicks.
What if....?
I rush and throw on a shirt. I don't bother to button it up cause why not. Opening my window and climbing out, I breathe in slight anticipation.
'Maybe he's on duty tonight...'
(Sabo's POV)
I watch Ace leave the dining room with a hurt look in his eyes. 'I over did it.' I can't help but think. Pops sighs before he took a sip of his sake.
"I know the brat likes that Sergeant and frankly, I would like to see them together, but Roger wouldn't allow it."
Ah, speaking of the devil. Said man enters the house with Aunt Rouge and Uncle Rayleigh following behind him.
'Just how many people live here?' I sweatdropped.
"Ahaaa Newgate! Pass over the sake you old geezer!" Roger exclaimed, dismissing the tense atmosphere in the room. 'He either doesn't notice it, or he notices and doesn't care. Probably the latter.'
"Gurararara~ Go get your own, this one's mine." Pops said as he hogged up the rest of the sake on the table.
"Aww cmon, you drinked the rest of the booze ya old bastard." Roger complained as he took a seat next to Pops.
"For an old man he really asks like a kid yoi." Marco mumbles. "Tell me about it, and I'm married to him." Aunt Rouge added as she put two fingers on the bridge of her nose.
"Oiii!" Roger exclaimed with a pout. 'He really is a man baby'
"Roger.. Rouge.. there is something we need to...discuss." Pops says as his smile drops.
Sensing the tension in the room, Roger stopped smiling and gave a blank stare. "About what Newgate?" He questioned. "It's about Ace." Pops said.
As if the room dropped below freezing point, Roger gave Pops a ice cold stare as his haki started to leak out.
"What happened to my son?" He asked as he stood up. Marco and Thatch stood next to Pops just in case something happens.
'Now I see why Ace doesn't tell you things, Roger. You're overprotective.' I thought as I made my way over to Luffy.
"Nothing happened to him Roger..." Oyaji paused. "He's just.....experiencing feelings for someone, is all." Pops concluded.
Roger visibly relaxed and smiled "Then what's the problem? You got me all tense for nothing!" He exclaimed as he laugh, but Pops only chuckled. "Ah but wait, he's interested in an officer. Down at the GPD, there's a smokey Sergeant that's caught Ace's attention." Pops said
Roger's smile disappeared and was replaced with an angry scowl almost immediately.
"Absolutely not. There's NO WAY I'm letting my only son date an officer. After what they did to us?! No way." He said as he threw his hands up. Roger only looked away in anger and slight disbelief.
"If I may ask...what happened exactly yoi?" Marco questioned. Though, this is the first time I've seen Marco flinch when someone answered his questions.
'Now I reallyyyy understand why Ace don't tell him anything.'
"When Rouge was pregnant with Ace, I was on the run from the government. I was caught and my execution was planned, but they didn't go through with it." He started. "Because it was unsafe, Rouge was forced to hold Ace for 20 months. Thus causing his birth to be heavily delayed. When it was time for Rouge to give birth, I broke out of the prison they kept me in."
As Roger talked, I could feel the raw hatred, and bits of Haki begin to pour out into the room. ~To be continued~
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Sonia was uncertain regarding two particular issues when it came to Valentine’s Day: One, did Wylan even celebrate it or care for the Japanese tradition of giving chocolate. And two, did he even like chocolate that much? For all the time they’d spent together, she’d never thought to ask.
That didn’t, however, indicate she hadn’t placed any thought to the forest green box she now offered him. Tied with a gold bow, there were a dozen chocolates inside in three different shapes and varieties: the milk chocolate candies were molded into the shape of mini hamburgers and filled with peanut butter ganache, the dark chocolates resembled decorative mini-discs, poker chips, and filled with rum cordials. And the last ensured the box needed to be made taller than most presentation boxes: made of white chocolate, the final offering was filled with matcha and ginger, shaped like board game pieces and coated with edible green pearl paint.
“I’m not quite sure how different American Valentine’s Day traditions are from the European and Japanese versions,” She admitted to him, a bright smile on her face as she presented him the box. “But I hope you’ll accept these and enjoy them. Happy Valentine’s Day, Wylan.”
@more-than-a-princess
Should he have been expecting something, when he ended up spending the evening of February 14th with Sonia? It’s difficult to place how they see one another, sometimes intentionally so, outside of a mutual silent agreement of trust and disregard for who they are despite knowing what they are. They were two people seeking ways of living that could put a smile on each other’s face and help them forget other frustrations. Wylan has admittedly had much less healthy methods of handling such thoughts in the past, and he’d still be loathe to admit that he is beginning to prefer passing the time with Sonia in a fully platonic sense in all meanings of the word (oh yes) rather than with strangers in less palatable settings.
Valentine’s Day is an odd holiday, clearly a celebration of couples as far as he saw it despite many now reclaiming it for friendship or strong bonds. In the past it was awkward days in grade school, pressured into going around and handing out candy to everyone in class… something he didn’t do himself, too abrasive and aimless to go along with the ‘rules’ or ‘expectations’ much like every other part of his life. He’d failed that period of his life. And even though kids often gave him candy he still never really reciprocated.
Since then, the only time he’d actually celebrated it with someone unironically was the first and last serious relationship he had after getting out of school. It felt fake despite how real the relationship had been, too generic and mandatory rather than something his heart had gone into. Trading organ shaped boxes and some cute letters off the shelf. Another patch on a failing relationship that eventually they both ripped the bandage off of. It was a reminder that he couldn’t keep his lives separate, that he wasn’t going to be a normal person by wearing a mask and keeping his ducks in a row.
He hardly expected the Princess to bring up the holiday with him, instead opting for their usual play of getting something to drink and remarking on things the other didn’t properly understand. A give and take sort of chatter. As a joke he was going to give her something later and they’d both have a good laugh before going their own ways. It’d be casual and tongue in cheek as two single people usually do on a day like this. Perfect plan to have some fun either way!
That was until the elegant looking box had been procured and immediately Wylan felt a sense of panic wash over him. He fights it away from his expression, lips wrapped around the straw of a bubble tea aiding in the endeavor, but it doesn’t help the rising pulse that echoed in his chest. Or the heat rising at his neck that compliments a staggered breath. What the fuck is this what the fuck is she doing this looks ridiculously fancy and she got it for me what does this mean what are you doing how are you going to–
“What? Oh uh, traditions? No, it’s really nothing fancy most people just make of it what they will and buy what they care… for… but this is… wow. Now I feel stupid.” He snorts and makes the equally stupid choice of opening the box while they were sat at the table. She didn’t just give him nice European chocolate, these were all– what the fuck were these even?!
“Holy shit, these are…. hahahaha! Oh fuck. And those are–” Maybe the moment of panic dropped his usual guard, let the mask slip, but that’s one hell of an honest laugh that comes from the man. Lighter and lacking in the usual cackling or teehee-ing tone it usually has. Same goes for the smile as he fingers through the tray. Poker chips that he immediately flips between his digits like the jester he is. Little burger he snorts as he eyes the minor details of toppings even… and then the damn Clue pieces. Mr. Green. Even for something so short lived from the first time they met, she still remarked on it enough to make some chocolates from it. Shit. She may never let that go, him and all of his names, and it’s that kind of thing that has him feeling stupid. Feeling ridiculous. There’s a war in his mind saying that admiring this is stupid too. That he’s reading too much into this.
Sonia preparing chocolates like this is probably a non issue after all. As the princess she can whip up an idea and have master makers make it into a reality. She could do this for everyone she knows. But what if she didn’t. And she still went through the trouble of doing it for you, didn’t she? Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Wylan is intentionally not looking Sonia in the eyes. Whether that’s out of consideration for her or for himself is unknown even to him. It’s undeniable that there’s something that stirred in his chest at receiving something the box of chocolates even if he’s not a connoisseur of the stuff. The assassin would eat a Hershey bar and be fine. The problem now was properly quashing it and bringing things down to level. Flattening the playing field and filling up the hole that was starting to burrow down deeper into his chest. To deliver that shock to his core that so eagerly wanted to burn but Wylan knew would be a bad idea. He’s had this conversation with himself before. About Sonia. About himself. Fortunately his stupidity from earlier provides an out, a way to break whatever moment may be growing and reset things at least a little bit.
“Damn. Well thank you. I’ll keep these, but I think you got the wrong guy here for handing out treats this fancy. I’m all the wrong material. Fortunately for you the right guy happens to be nearby, so it’s understandable you got confused, Bluebird.” He gestures a hand then pulls a box from his bag and sets it proudly on the table. “The perfect man for your generosity is right here. So perfect in fact he said I can keep the chocolate so long as I let him spend the evening with you. Isn’t he the gentleman?”
A pause. A beat. This facade is short lived.
“Uhhhhh. And Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Sonia. Yeah. Might be a better idea to share these chocolates you got.” Back to feeling stupid. This box look ridiculous next to what she had provided and fuck knows how awful this gag gift tastes. It cost less than the tea he was drinking right now after all.
#morethanaprincess#inbox :: answered ic#inbox :: submission#verse :: main#bravo sonia#just bravo#submission
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Fangshipping nobody knows how’s ash
I’m gonna guess that you ment to say ‘who’ instead. I also turned this into a little fic things as well ^_^
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Raihan bounces on the top of his feet. Eagerly bouncing around his home as well. It was all cleaned and spiffed you for once, cute fairy lights he finally bought for his living room and kitchen all stocked and cleaned for the incoming week and a half. Arceus he’s so excited!
Checking the time on his Rotom phone one more time Raihan grabbed his wallet and house keys before going to the mud room and slipping on his shoes. He just about pulled the door back and was greeted by Leon with his hand raised to knock on Raihans front door. Piers and Gordie were standing behind him.
“Raihan!” Leon beamed happily.
“Leon,” Raihan smiled a little less happy then before, “Piers, Gordie. What are you guys doing here?”
“Bar hopping.” Pier grunted out. Crossing his arms. “We came to see if you want’ta join us?”
Raihan took a sharp inhale of breath. Smile falling as he watched Leon wilt just a little at his reaction. “Sorry mates,” Raihan scratched at the back of his head while stepping out of the door way and shutting the door, “I’m actually headed to the airport to meet up with someone.”
“Really?” Gordie spoke up, giving Raihan an incredulous look.
“Really.” Raihan smiles a bit brighter this time. “Now if you’ll excuse me mates, I got someone to meet.” And just like that he was down the porch steps, across the large barren garden, and out the gates closing his property in and onto the gravel path that lead to Hammerlocke city. Pulling out his phone and the CorviCab app.
“We’re following,” Piers spoke up after a few minutes as he stared at Leon’s face, “aren’t we?”
Leon didn’t even say a word as he bounded down the step and onto the gravel road in seconds. Leaving Piers and Gordie to scramble after him, yelling at Leon to wait.
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Raihan was near vibrating in his skin. Watching as People slowly walked past him into the ticket lines. He signed a few things here or there for passing fans and was mobbed once and a while for pictures. It was all fine since the plane he was waiting for is actually a tiny bit behind schedule. It gave him half an hour just to chill hack and people watch for once, even though he was nervous as all fuck. He didn’t even notice the three very familiar people watching him from a cafe table just across from him.
Piers had his hair tired up. Dressed more comfy and he was glad that he brought a warmer sweater, Airports are always cold for him. Gordie didn’t even try but switch out his shades for a darker pair and messed his hair up just a tad. It still worked for him and Leon was a bit jealous. Leon himself had his hair tied up to. Cap and glasses obscured his face.
“He’s just... standing there!” Leon whines and let his head rest against the table. Board out of his mind and waning curiosity getting to him.
“That’s what you do when you wait for someone, idiot.” Piers snarled around the straw he was drinking from.
“Hey.” The Champion weakly objected but said nothing more of.
“Oh,” Gordie finally spoke up, making the other two immediately look over to Raihan, “he spotted someone.”
True to Gordie words, Raihan looked like a damn near wiggling Yamper. Eyes tracking something until a Pikachu came bounding out of a crowd of passing people and jumping straight into his arms.
“Pikachu!” Raihan cried out happily and easily rubbing his cheeks back into the frantic mouse Pokémon, “I know, I know! I miss you too.”
“Raihan! There you are!” A voice spoke up.
Raihan couldn’t help but nearly melt into the ground when his bright blue eyes met warm hazels.
Leon watched in renewed curiosity as a very short, to Galar standards, male came jogging up to the Gym Leader. Black fluffy hair that looked sinfully soft and the warmest of hazel eyes he’s ever seen.
“Ash!” Raihan greeted happily. Pikachu climbing up into his head so he could use both his arms to fully wrap Ash into a hug, making Ash drop his luggage bag and lifting the tiny Kantonian off the ground.
“Raihan!” Ash squealed his name again, wiggling his feet in the air. “Set me down please.”
The dragon tamer did just that. Hands lingering on Ash’s shoulders before fully dropping back down to his side. “So...” he drawled nervously.
“So?” Ash asked. Bending down to grab his luggage again and offering an arm out to Pikachu who happily chattered and purred on top of Raihans head. Very clearly not moving and content where he is.
“You must be tired.” Raihan broke out of what her haze he was shortly in. Hands flying back up to nervously hover around Ash’s body. “You look absolutely exhausted! Look at those bags under your eyes. Have you been sleeping well?” Raihan gently pulled at the skin under one of ash’s eyes.
“I haven’t slept the past three days.” Aah happily learned into the hand before jerking awake and pulling back sheepishly. “Never could really sleep on planes.”
Leon continued to watch in wrapped fascination as Raihan fluttered around this ‘Ash’. The boys Pikachu’s tail gently tapped the back of Raihans head and soon enough Raihan grabbed Ash’s luggage out of the boys hand and started hearding him out of the airport. Babbling on and on about something Leon didn’t understand and could no longer hear.
“Sonia and Nessa are gonna flip when they see this.” Piers started tapping away at his own Rotom phone. Leon wondered when he pulled that out but didn’t object. “Nessa is understandable yelling in the chat but Sonia is being unusually quiet.”
Leon was happy he had his phone shut off and on do not disturbed. Something he recently learned how to do so that Oleana and Rose couldn’t bother him on his days off.
“Oh!” Piers raised a critical eyebrow as he read something that must have popped up on his screen. “Sonia just saw and she’s livid.”
Leon nodded, already standing up after handing the waitress their check with money and telling her to keep the change, he grabbed at Gordie again. Making the man squawk with surprise and struggle to set the drink down before it got pulled away with him as well.
Piers sighed and got up after them. “I really do hate all this walking.” He bemoaned loudly even though Leon highly probably couldn’t hear him with Gordie whining in his ear.
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Nessa and Sonia met up with them at the small rolling hills just besides Raihans house. The perfect view in the front and back yard.
“If the Paparazzi find this spot, Raihan’s basically trapped in his own house.” Piers grumbled. Head leaning down onto the cool night grass. The other four didn’t say anything to the Gym Leader. More focus in coming up with a way to get Raihan to spill about who ever this ‘Ash’ person is.
“Oh look!” Piers spike up a bit louder when he noticed the sliding back door opening.
Everyone turned their head to see what Piers was and it got real quite afterwards.
“Everyone come on out!” The tiny raven haired trainer yelled happily. Throwing his Poké balls up into the air.
“Is that Ash?” Nessa spoke up. Leaning into Leon’s side that Sonia wasn’t taking up. The Champion hymn in confirmation. “He’s cute.”
“He is!” Sonia agreed readily. Eyes widening as the Pokémon materialized in Raihans large back yard. “Holy shit!” She hissed. Flattening her body more into the hill side.
“You must be Melmetal!” Raihan padded off the back porch and reached over to the giant glimmering Pokémon. “Ash kept spamming me pictures of you when you were just a Meltant.”
“Raihan!” Ash cries out in embarrassment as his Incineroar caught him in a near bone crushing hug.
“Lycanroc!” Lycanroc barked. Happily padding around Raihan and licking the palm of his hand. Settling down by his feet and watched as Ash pried himself from Incineroar’s hug.
“Hey buddy.” Raihan mumbled. “It’s good to see you too.”
Rowlet cooed above from a branch it settled down. Opening its wings the grass peel Pokémon gently floated down to Raihans waiting arms. The gym leader scooping the grass type form the air and hugging it close. The three watched Ash interact with Incineroar and Melmetal.
Pikachu opted to stay inside, curled up with Raihans Flygon on a pile of blankets by the gas fireplace, then to meet his Alolan team mates.
“Watch’cha thinking about?” Ash asked. Padding over with Incineroar close on his heels. He took Rowlet from Raihans arms and watched happily as Raihan greeted the fire Pokémon. Incineroar purred loudly as it rocked its face more and more into Raihans hands that were petting its cheeks.
“Just ho amazing my boyfriend is!” Raihan teased.
“Ah!” Ash whined wordlessly. Face blooming red in embarrassment. “Raihan!” He grumbled once more.
“Just spitting straight truth!” The large Gyn Leader crowed happily.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Ash groaned grabbing a everyone’s Poké balls, “return everyone!”
“Aw!” Raihan whined jokingly, “and we were just about to have some fun to.”
Ash rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile that filtered into his lips. “I would like some fun with my boyfriend to, you know.”
“Oh?” Raihan asked. Pupils already blowing up. “And what kind of ‘fun’ do you want to have?”
Ash didn’t answer. Only using his fingers to beckon Raihan to bend down. He curled his arms and kissed his boyfriends. Arching with a gasp as Raihan slid his hands from the back of Ash’s shoulder blades down to his ass to squeeze it.
Ash was picked up so that Raihan didn’t need to keep bending over to kiss him. Legs curling around Raihans lower stomach as he held on tight.
“I like this kind of fun,” Raihan growled happily against Ash’s lips, making the Champion shutter in expectation, “but I think we’ll have even better fun if we do this in the bedroom.”!
“Take me away then,” Ash giggles when Raihan dove back for a smaller and chaste kiss, “my dear Dragon.”
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“Well damn.” Piers spoke up. Watching with raised eyebrows as Raihan carried Ash inside. Presumably to go have sex in bed.
“I was...” Nessa’s face scrunched up in thoughtfulness and disgust at the implications of Raihans words hit her, “not expecting that.”
Sonia and Leon didn’t say anything. Their own cheeks a little bit red as they pressed their shoulders more into the grass.
“Welp!” Gordie’s hands hit the grass lightly before pushing himself up. “I’m going home now that we figured this out. Night!”
#wolfy answers#ash ketchum#gym leader raihan#champion leon#piers#gordie#nessa#sonia#fangshipping#little fic my ass#this grew#im not sorry
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Marry Your Monsters Pt. 5
A step back. A first meeting.
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17 Years Prior
This tray of cupcakes was definitely going to fall if Miranda didn’t get over to that table fast enough.
The tall blonde student tried her best to juggle the dozen brightly frosted confections along with her book-bag and was failing miserably.
This had not been a good week.
The semester was nearing its end and for some that meant that all you needed to worry about was your final tests – celebratory parties were already beginning to pop up during all hours of the day in several dorms – but sadly Miranda didn’t have that luxury.
As a pre-law student, Miranda still had her LSATs to worry about, and with the semester winding down for most, the sorority Miranda was treasurer for had decided that one more end-of-year bake-sale would be just the ticket to cement their funding for next fall.
To Miranda’s annoyance, what brought her to the quad today was neither of those things.
Her elective class in American Sign Language had a final project that was due in a week and she hadn’t even completed the interview she was assigned.
This was partly because the class wasn’t exactly high on her priority list, and partly because she was truly dreading meeting up with her interviewee.
Several of the deaf and mute students on campus had volunteered to be interviewed by the class to give their introspective on living life with a communication disability. Unfortunately, Miranda had been late to class the day they were assigning partners and had been saddled with Jesse Cromeans.
To say Jesse had a bad reputation on campus would have been an extreme understatement.
He was well known for being a lazy, vain, brutish, man-whore and that was being kind.
Privately, Miranda was pretty sure the only reason he hadn’t been kicked out of university entirely was because his grandfather's name was on every other building and at least one member of his family was on the board of trustees at any given time.
Privileged asshole.
Probably 3\4ths of the way to some pretty painful STDs and dying in a drunken yachting accident.
Arriving at the table, Miranda quickly settled the cupcakes on the surface, adjusting the ones that had shifted around on the tray with a slight jostle. At least that was one less thing for her to worry about.
Now if only Jesse would get here so she could get this over with.
The meeting time approached.
And passed.
Five minutes late.
Ten minutes late.
Fifteen minutes late.
Miranda sighed in disgust and began to pack up her bag when a large hand entered her peripheral vision and snatched up a green-frosted cupcake.
Another defining characteristic of Jesse Cromeans was that he was tall. Like, really tall. So how he’d managed to move his giant ass all the way across the quad and sneak in close enough to steal a cupcake without Miranda noticing was beyond her understanding.
‘For me? You shouldn’t have.’
Miranda gaped in dumbstruck indignation as the arrogant bastard smirked and took a large bite of the confection while swinging one long leg over the side of his chair.
Her lips pursed.
“You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago...”
Jesse continued to chew as he glanced down at his watch. He shrugged.
‘I got tied up.’
That was the last straw. All the stress and anger that had been building for the last week was finally coming to a head.
And she was about to take it out on Jesse Cromeans ass.
“Jesse, I set up this appointment with you a week ago – if you had something else come up you should have told me earlier! I just wasted most of my morning trying to get here!”
The tall man smirked up at her, signing a quick, insincere ‘Sorry’.
“Oh, fuck off.”
Now it was Jesse’s turn to gape at her; but Miranda was far from done.
“You... arrogant, selfish prick! Just because you have grand-daddy's money to fall back on doesn’t mean you can waltz all over the rest of us! Some of us are here because we actually want to be – not because it’s the closest source of pussy and coke. I could have spent this morning doing actual work! I was so fucking angry when I got stuck with you as a partner because I KNEW you’d pull something like this! Because you. Don’t. Care. If it doesn't benefit you it doesn’t even make it onto your radar. You’re an asshole, and you’re going to die alone.”
Jesse was giving her his full attention; brown eyes serious and locked on her face.
‘Finished?’
Miranda was breathing heavily as she digested the words that had just come out of her own mouth.
Oh god.
“Jesse, I’m so sorry... I -”
Jesse waved a hand, cutting her off.
‘You’re going to make one hell of a lawyer...’
The comment could have been playful; but the tensing of his shoulders and the flash of hurt in his eyes said it was anything but.
Not knowing what else to do, Miranda murmured another quiet “sorry” at Jesse, not meeting his eyes as she gathered up her bag and retreated back across the quad, not stopping until she was safely back inside her sorority house behind her locked door.
She’d forgotten the cupcakes and several books at the table; but they were the least of her concerns right now.
Feeling lower than low, Miranda slipped into an uneasy slumber.
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The nap did not help.
Miranda went through the remainder of her day with a cloud over her head. It wasn’t like her to be unnecessarily cruel – which she absolutely had been. The punishment she’d dished out in no way fit the crime he’d committed.
Even the passive-aggressive comments she’d received from the sorority president about ‘losing’ the cupcakes simply bounced off her shell of melancholy.
How do you apologize to someone when your first real interaction included you telling them they were going to die alone?
Miranda was moping on her bed, looking at but not really absorbing her study material when one of her friends popped her head into the room.
“Hey Randi, this was outside your room. Did you lose a book?”
Standing from the bed, Miranda walked over and took the book from the other girl, eyebrows raising when she saw it was the ASL textbook she’d left on the quad.
“Who brought this back?”
The girl shrugged.
“I don’t know – it was just sitting outside. Maybe Krista saw...”
Miranda flipped open the cover and saw a plain white envelope with her name written on it in neat text.
“Uh, thanks, no worries, I’ll figure it out later...”
She closed the door and sat back on her bed, fingering the paper with a sense of dread.
Well, better to rip it off like a band-aid.
She opened the envelope, eyes widening when a hundred-dollar bill fell out with a small bundle of papers.
The first on the stack was a note from Jesse.
‘Miranda,
I’m sorry I was late for our meeting the other day. I’ll admit to being a selfish asshole, and you were fully within your rights to call me out on it.
I found your interview questions in your book and wrote out my answers for them as best I could – I hope you don’t mind, I added a few jokes and quips – no one would believe we actually ‘talked’ if we didn’t add SOME color to my responses.
Also, I ate your cupcakes. Sorry about that. I’m not really sure what the going rate is for charity bake-sale goodies, so I hope the enclosed money will cover it.
I was being serious when I said you’ll be a great lawyer. I hope I never have to see you in court.
Jesse
p.s. I don’t do coke. I haven’t got the fingers to carry off a coke-nail.’
Re-folding the paper, Miranda wasn’t sure whether she wanted to laugh, cry, or get angry at Jesse all over again.
The rest of the packet was the answers to her interview questions that Jesse had promised; but even giving them a cursory read-through, she could already tell she was going to have to edit them heavily. As it turns out, Jesse wasn’t a short-winded guy when you got him going on a topic –and he’d really gone off about what life was like without the ability to speak.
Miranda was surprised that so many of his answers seemed to be given in complete honesty rather than the infantile jokes and self-aggrandizing she’d expected.
Sure, those were there too – she saw the bit about him being a ‘master debater’ and a ‘cunning linguist’ and rolled her eyes hard enough to give herself a headache – but the parts where he was being forthright were very telling about the person Jesse was behind all the smoke and mirrors.
That was a completely different guy. She thought she might even be able to like him.
Maybe someday they’d run into each other and she could take back her comments in-person.
Only time would tell.
#jesse cromeans#jesse cromeans x mrs. cromeans#laid to rest#chromeskull#chromeskull: laid to rest 2#jessica writes#Horror Movies#slasher fiction
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To Paris, with Hate - HERS (Part II)
She had been waiting for this trip for a lifetime. Still one to believe in dressing up for a flight, she'd worn red high heels that secretly matched her lingerie, a black pencil skirt, and a low cut womens’ dress shirt with frills around the neck. If you were going to travel, you might as well look fabulous doing it.
And who knew who you'd meet on a solo trip half way around the world?
She'd packed up most of her frilly things and other unmentionables, never not one to consider what she'd be wearing underneath her clothes, should she get lucky with some handsome Parisian man. She'd always thought she'd do this trip with Stephan, but they'd fallen apart before they could travel to the city of lights and love. How fitting, since there were no more lights, and no more love betwixt them. She'd tried briefly to enter the dating scene, but Tinder was a disaster, nothing but a bunch of eggplant emojis, along with photos of mens’ genitalia, she'd never unsee.
After a few girls' nights out, she decided if she was going to break the dry spell, she'd have to do it herself, and getting her groove back couldn’t be at home. Stella would be proud. She would be able to pretend to be someone else, more mischievous, and slovenly, more mysterious, and powerful. She was a huntress. And if she had to go half way around the world to achieve it, she would. Go to a place where no one knew her name, no one knew she was quick to blush, and match her own be-damned red hair. She would doll herself up like a true fox, smile seductively, and entice someone like those heroines did in her romance novels.
Arriving at her gate, she smiled sweetly to the stewardess, who simply glanced down non-chalantly at her passport, scanned her boarding pass and beckoned her to move past. She waits in line quietly, thinking to herself what a wonderful idea it was to finally do this. Who needed to wait for Stephan to get his shit together to do it with her? Besides, it would be better without him. Her French was immaculate, and she knew she'd love seeing Paris finally, no matter what it brought. Sliding past the second boarding pass check, she moved to her left as directed, and looked for B1.
B1, B1, B1, she mantra'd looking down the numbers of first class. She'd specifically chosen a window seat so she could see the city of lights as they flew over, and maybe snap a photo with her phone. She pushed her small rolling carry-on into the luggage compartment, before sliding gracefully into her seat. She'd decided to binge, and get herself a first class seat. Having never travelled in it before, she felt this vacation from her horrendous reality needed some pampering.
After her divorce with Stephan, she'd realized that being twenty nine and working a hard job with great benefits, came with great perks, but eventually, everything had fallen apart. They'd been so in love. Then they'd been in love. Then they liked one another. Then they'd become room mates, and little else. Splitting the bills, murmuring over any actual meals they shared, and fixated on their own careers. She had time. She could fall in love again. Probably with her own seat mate, were he handsome. She suddenly wondered if he'd be Parisian, dark haired and dark eyed like she liked her men to be, taller than her but not overly muscular. Oh, a girl could dream, couldn't she?
As she waited for the plane to load up, she found herself staring out the small porthole window, wondering what Stephan would think if he could see her now. Sitting up slightly straighter, prouder with herself at her decision to travel alone, she adjusted her bra a little to perk up her breasts, and sat back, closing her eyes. After ten minutes of quiet shuffling, things startled to settle down, and she felt slight dismay that she may be seated alone for the entire flight.
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It’s only once she hears the semi-ragged breath of what was no doubt her seatmate as he pushed his luggage into the compartment above that she opens her eyes, and smiles warmly.
Whether he be old, or wonderfully sexy, she still wanted to be as polite as possible, since it was a long flight. The lights from above the compartment blind her briefly, and for a moment, she swears she sees Stephan.
She blinks rapidly, and sure enough, there he was. Mussed and tousled, his dark hair askew and resting across his brows in a haphazard mess, as he was pushing his jacket in behind his carry-on, and without thinking, she gasps,
"Oh, fuck no."
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As he rang the bell for the stewardess, she kept her back turned on him, her hips slanted against the seat, staring out the window and grasping for what little sanity she felt she had left. It felt like straws. Thin, weak straws, and for a moment, she questioned whether she'd completely lost her mind, or if this was just life's sick way of punishing her.
Finally feel happy, and things get messed up.
Finally feel free, and suddenly, you were in prison again.
Could never hope for the good, because the hoping for good would bring the bad.
"Oui, Monsieur?" The stewardess smiles warmly at him.
"Is there anyway to switch seats? Somewhere else in First Class? Even Coach? I'm kind of desperate," he says, and laughs dryly. Charlie scoffs into the tempered plastic window, hard enough to fog it up, and loud enough to get a glance from the stewardess.
"I'm sorry, sir, the plane is full. There are no other seats available," she says with a heavy accent, resting a hand on his shoulder, apologetically.
"Shit," Charlie glowers at her own reflection in the dark of the window. The stewardess does catch this fully, and frowns. Stephan smiles apologetically, and nods,
"Thank you anyway." The stewardess gives Charlie another glance, before moving away to prepare for take off and the emergency procedures. He stares down the aisle, at some random grey spot on the wall, and mutters, "I can't believe this is fucking happening."
"You can't believe this is happening? I got here first," she complains petulantly, like some insolent child. He laughs at that, genuinely, and the strange warmth of his familiar voice and timbre, makes her stare him down as though he'd lost his mind. He thought this was funny.
"I'm not going to argue with you, Charlie. This is surreal enough as is, let's just ignore each other as best we can, and carry on with our solo travels as best we can, okay?" He suggests, glancing at her with eyes like honey and chocolate mixed together. She scowls at him again. "Keep making that face, and it'll get stuck that way. There's nothing we can do. Just shut up and watch a movie, or something."
"Don't tell me to shut up!" She snaps, before adjusting herself in the seat again. Well, she had wanted Stephan to see her proud and solo travelling, so why not. She re-crosses her legs, letting the skirt ride up a little, and catches him glance down again, seeing the red lace slip under her skirt. "And don't be asking to lean across me to look through the window when we land. Because I don't want you touching me."
"No worries there, cupcake, not interested," he assures her, his voice lowering a register, and his eyes narrowing. Leaning back into her seat, and closing her eyes, she brings her shoulders back ever so slightly to loosen the knot in her back, and she knows for a fact, that he glances down again, only this time towards her breasts.
Predictable.
"I'm sure," she murmurs, coolly. A bark of laughter is followed by an indignant snort, and then silence.
This was going to be a long plane ride.
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Day 30 prompt: Goodbye @choicesnovemberchallenge
Summary: Casey starts a new life without Ethan.
A/N: Sorry if there are any grammar errors. English is not my first language.
Warnings: Angst. One f-bomb.
Song: Tell Me How - Paramore
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Los Angeles International Airport. Local time is 10:08 and the temperature is 70.
For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened.
Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight...”
Casey shifted on her seat as the announcement woke her up. Once she stepped out of the plane, it's all a new beginning.
No more Boston, no more Edenbrook, no more Ethan Ramsey - the very reason she's starting over.
Casey and Ethan dated secretly for three years. And on their third anniversary, they made their relationship public. But it might have been their biggest mistake. Her name got dragged through mud, people treated her differently and she was constantly told that the only reason she's part of the team is because she's sleeping with her boss. She got tired of it. And when she talked to him about it, it seemed like he didn't care.
So, she decided to leave. And what's worse is that he never stopped her from leaving.
And now she's starting a new life without him.
The ride to her new apartment was short. It was fully furnished - with furniture and appliances, but it still doesn't feel right, doesn't feel like home. She knows that she just moved in and it would take time to get used to her new apartment, but maybe it was the lack of his presence that makes the place feel wrong.
She feels homesick.
But is still there a home to go back to?
She lay face down on her bed and let herself drown in the memory.
Casey entered their apartment and went straight to their bedroom. She's tired – both physically and emotionally. Aside from the physical toll of her fourteen hour shift, it was one of those days where she got strange looks from the staff and heard malicious whispers about her. She plopped down beside Ethan who's reading a book.
"How was your day?" Ethan asked, not looking away from the book he was reading.
"I'm so tired"
"Why?"
"Aside from the fact that I've been running around the hospital for fourteen hours, I heard people talking about me. About our relationship." She bit her lip and took a deep breath, trying to keep her tears at bay. "They kept on saying that I don't deserve the spot on the team. That I only got it because I am sleeping with you."
"And you believe them?"
"Of course not." She sighed "It all started when we made our relationship public"
"You're the one who wanted to make it public" he said nonchalantly.
"And it's my fault now?" She got up, all the exhaustion and anger bubbling up to the surface.
"I didn't say that"
"Because it sure as hell sounded like it"
He put down the book on the night stand, finally giving her his undivided attention. "People talk, Casey. Let them. They're just envious of you"
"People hated me when I was an intern. Even called me patient murderer. I can't go through that hate again, Ethan"
"Look. There's nothing we could do about it. It's already out in the public and we can't take it back"
"There's something you could do and you just chose not to help me" maybe she wasn't thinking rationally when she started packing her things into her luggage.
“What are you doing?” Ethan asked, alarmed by her actions.
“I’m so fucking tired of everything that’s happening to me. And I feel like you don’t care about me.”
“And you’re just leaving?”
“Well you don’t want to help or even just understand me and I’m suffocating already. Do you know how hard it is when people don’t trust you and always question your credibility? Do you know how hard it is to be constantly dragged through mud?” She took a deep breath before continuing. "I lost my friends because of this relationship, and you're the only one I have now. But it seems like you're not on my side either"
Ethan fell silent.
“That’s what I thought. Goodbye"
"Do what you want" he said, annoyed by her attitude, but mostly by their situation.
Do what you want. His words echoed in her head. He sounded like he didn't care.
But did he ever care about her?
She'll never know after she walked out of their apartment with her luggage in hand.
Honestly, she doesn't know how to feel about him. He hurt her and she's mad at him, but she still cares about him. But will she ever stop caring about him? Will she ever stop loving him?
Never, she thought.
But things have changed, so did they. Change is inevitable. It could be either for the better or worse. They used to confide in each other, trust each other about everything. They used to be each other’s shoulder to lean on. So she never understood why Ethan reacted that way - like he didn’t care about what’s happening or about her at all. Guess he has changed.
But maybe that was a lie. Their argument that night was just the last straw. They have been arguing more often, even over little things. So maybe she should have seen this coming.
Was she being unfair for just leaving not giving him a chance? Maybe. But she got tired of what was happening to her, and he was not willing to help or support her, or even just understand her. She could either choose to suffocate or to let him go. And she chose to let go. She wanted to fight for him, for their relationship. But she can’t fight for a person who’s not willing to do the same for her.
Her train of thought was cut off by a knock on the door.
“Just a minute!”
She wasn’t expecting a visitor right now and all she wanted to do is just rest. She pulled her hair into a bun to make herself at least presentable.
Casey walked out of her room and opened the door to her apartment. She froze.
"Rookie"
[let me know if y’all want part 2 or not]
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