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callsign-cacti · 2 months

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Bet on it

Finn x F.Reader 5.3k words

Summary: A missed meeting, a drugstore bag with a fake pregnancy test, a forgetful Kenny Roper, and intimate knowledge about a bet made by the STU baseball team. What could go wrong?

Rating: Mature: drug use, drinking, future chapters will be 18+.

Warnings: Mentions of faking a pregnancy for a prank/ revenge. If this triggers you, please don't read!

Part Two

You had made it a point to never step foot in either of the South Texas University Baseball houses. For any reason, be it for work or, other recreational purposes. However, here you stand, hand seconds away from banging on the front door of the house.

The neighbors probably thought that you were yet another scorned lover, come to beg for yet another piece of the baseball boys. Yet that couldn't be any farther from the truth.

Taking a moment, you recall all the anger from early as you had sat in the library, waiting for Kenny Roper to show up. And he never did.

As the minutes turned into an hour, and your anger continued to grow with the passage of time, you became more and more sure that today was the day. You had been holding onto this little nugget of information for when one of them truly pissed you off, and you knew that the bunch of idiots, would in fact, do something dumb enough to warrant this.

Kenny Roper was just the poor soul that pushed you over the edge.

So you felt no remorse as you banged on the door, not hesitating to throw it open, as you knew the dumbasses never locked it. You bit your lip as some of the boys yelped, all turning to see who was storming in. As soon as you crossed the threshold, you were assaulted with the stench of stale beer, weed, burnt food and B.O.

Wrinkling your nose, you scanned the room, taking in about half the team lounged about the living room. And then you found Roper, tucked behind McReynolds. Looks like he wasn't so dumb after all, if he immediately knew that you were here for him.

Finn recovered first, "Well look who it is, I thought you had taken a solem vow to never step foot in this cursed house!"

"Shut the fuck up Finn!" You snapped, eyes never leaving Roper. "Roper, where the hell have you been?"

As Roper pales, the rest of them start snickering.

"Actually, I don't give a shit where you have been, 'cause I don't want to hear your dumbass excuse! Upstairs, now!" You barked, knowing it would be easier to compose yourself in front of Roper then it would be with half the team watching you. And lord knows you would need some composure for what you were about to pull off.

As Roper silently led you to his bedroom, passing a door with a sign that read, Fornication. Under. Consent. of King, you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Behind you, the boys began to whoop, Plumber was even dumb enough to shout, "Get it Rope!"

At that, you whirled, ripping the sign off the door and chucking it at Plums head, promptly shutting him up.

As Roper closed the door behind him, you heard shuffling coming from downstairs, the boys being as subtle as a pack of elephants in their snooping.

"I cannot believe that you didn't fucking show up Roper!" You yelled at him, beginning to pace back and forth. "I literally rearranged my whole schedule for you, and you don't even have the gall to show up! This class is quite literally the only thing that is keeping your ass off the bench!" You're screeching now, knowing that you need to be loud enough for the entire house to hear.

"Listen, I'm sorry I didn't show, but practice ran late, and then coach wanted to talk to me after. By the time I finished at the field, I figured that..."

"You figured what?" You bit out. No need to fake your anger for this part. You knew that the baseball boys felt entitled due to the treatment they recieved from students and professors alike, but this was on another level.

"You just figured that since you were a little late it would be okay to make me sit for an hour waiting on you? That since your on the goddamned team I would do the entire thing for you? That I would bend over backwards for you, yet again!"

"Just calm down!" He tries to placate, rising up off of his bed, hands outstreched in front of him as if you're a wounded animal that he's trying not to scare. You can practically hear the collective intake of breath from his teammates.

You're not sure if even Brumley is dumb enough to tell a woman to calm down when she's this mad.

"Calm down, you want me to fucking calm down?" You hiss at him, tone dangerously low. The realization that he is well and truly fucked washes over him, his face going pale, limbs tensing. Now he's the one taking a step back as you advance on him. Eventually, his legs hit the bed, leaving him to fall back onto it.

"How in the ever loving fuck am I supposed to calm down when I am stuck with your dumbass for the considerable future. When you can't even show up for a meeting for a class that would keep you on the team. Now that I know for sure that I can't trust you as far as I can throw you!"

Throughout your little speech, you had been gripping the bag tightly, using it as an extension of your hand as you waved it around. Now, you brought it up to your chest as you lowered your voice, Ropers eyes squinting as he tried to figure out it's contents.

"How am I supposed to calm down, when I just took this!" And with that, you fling the bag towards him. He just barely manages to catch it, holding it slightly away from his body as if it was going to bite him.

Cautiously, he opened it, squinting as he reaches down to pull it out. It's barely out of the bag before it's being dropped on the floor as if it's poisionous.

"What the hell is that" Fear has edged into his voice as he finally looks at you.

"You know exactly what it is!" Crossing your arms, you glare at him, not giving him an inch.

"But it's not mine right?"

"Well do you see anyone else in here with us dipshit?" You spat, pinching the inside of your elbow, desperatly trying to keep the laughter that was clawing it's way up your throat down.

"But, we've never... we didn't... did we?" He's reached back down to tenatively pick up the pregnancy test. He looks at you, then back at the test, then back at you, then shakes his head, as if trying to wake himself from a dream.

"You're shitting me Roper. You mean, you don't even fucking remember sleeping with me?" Your voice is dangerously high at this point, and your hoping that it will pass as you trying not to cry instead of you trying not to laugh. In the other room, something crashed, and you heard the whisper yelling at whoever had knocked it over, but your eyes never left Roper.

“I can’t believe this!” You screeched, throwing your hands up into the air.

“How the hell am I supposed to trust you with a baby if you can’t even remember the simplest fucking thing like a meeting, or the night that you fucking impregnated me!”

And with that, you threw the door open, not at all surprised to see the guys strewn about the hallway, desperately trying to look as if they hadn't been eavesdropping, and failing miserably.

You rushed down the stairs and flew through the back door, barely holding yourself together. It was only once you were outside that you allowed the laughter to escape.

This was the part of the plan that had taken you the longest to decide on. You knew that the money would come out very quickly, but did you want to let Roper stew in what was surely a full on crisis?

As tempting as it was, you also didn't want the rumor that you were pregnant getting around, let alone with Kenny fucking Ropers baby.

So, as soon as you composed yourself, which took a couple minutes, as the look on Kenny Ropers face was not something that you would be forgetting any time soon, you let yourself back into the house, went to the fridge, pulled out a beer and popped the top of.

Unfortunalty, you wouldn't get the full amount today, as only half the team was here, but you had the time to collect, and a pocket full of blackmail material.

Reaching into your bag, you pulled your camera out, and began to head for the stairs.

Once you got within eye sight, you began taking pictures. Finn was collecting the money, McRenyolds was sitting next to Roper on the bed, who was still clutching the pregnancy test in his hand. Plum and Dale were both on the ground laughing, and Coma was pulling out his wallet and counting bills.

As Coma put the bills in Finns hand, Plum collected himself enough to pull himself up off the floor.

"I mean, really dude, how the fuck did you forget sleeping with her?"

"Yeah, especially with that much money on the line." Coma chimed in, reluctantly placing his bills in Finns hand.

"I mean,first of all, she's hot as fuck..."

You raise your camera again as you speak and began to snap away.

"Well thanks Plum!" You say, a grin spread wide across your face. Most of the heads in the room, except for Roper and Plum snap towards you, and you beam as you capture the pure fear and confusion as it flits across their faces.

Plum, bless his heart, just continues on. "I mean, you guys literally told me about this bet on the first day of practice!" And just as the guys begin to violently shush him, he connects the dots on his own, his head whipping towards you.

Once you get a picture of his face, you lower the camera, tucking it into your bag as you take another sip of your beer. They all watch as you walk across the room towards Finn, taking the money from his hand and putting the beer in it's place.

Once you make sure it's all there, you shove it into your bag, and take your beer back from Finn.

Brumley, the dumbass, is the first one to break the silence.

"I don't think your supposed to drink if your pregnant. It's bad for the baby!" He exclaimes, nodding at the beer in your hand.

Rolling your eyes, you look around the room. You can see it in there faces who has figured it out, Finn, Dale and McRenyolds being the only ones who have figured it out. The rest are still looking between you and Roper in confusion.

"I'm not pregnant dickheads!" You hiss. "I mean, you think I'd touch him with a ten foot pole? Not fucking likely!"

When you don't get a response from anyone, you take one last drink from your can before shoving it back into Finns hand.

"Well, this has been fun, Roper, I'll see you Friday for our presentation!" And with that, you head for the stairs, pausing to look back over your shoulder. "And I expect to see you with the rest of my money. I know the whole team was in on it!"

And you left as pandemonium broke out upstairs.

They found you the next day in the dining hall at lunch. Heather, your roommate, had literally just walked out for her class, and you remained behind, having a few more minutes before you needed to leave for class.

Opening your book, you pulled out your pens as you lifted a fry off your plate, only to have your fry snatched from your hand as you watched someone else slide your book out from in front of you.

You looked up to see Finn munching on your fry as Dale closes your book. You smirk as Roper and McRenyolds pull out chairs in front of you, and flinch as the chair Nesbit is dragging over squeals on the tile floor.

They have you completely surrounded.

"Hello boys," You smirk, picking up another fry. "Come to give me the rest of my money?" Popping the rest of the fry into your mouth, you summon a smug smirk as you lord your win over the boys.

Finn chuckles as he throws his arm around the back of your chair.

"We'll give you the money."

'Perfect," You interrupt him, holding out your hand.

"If, you tell us who squealed to you about the bet." McRenyolds finishes for him as Finn high fiving you before reaching to steal yet another one of your fries.

"Nice try, a reporter never squeals on her sources!" Batting Dales hand away as he reaches for your plate.

"Come on, you owe me!" Roper states, leaning across the table to take your drink. You scrunch your nose as he puts it back down in front of you, and reach over the table push it back towards him.

"You can have it, I have no interest in catching whatever diseases you may carry!" Beside you, both Finn and Dale chuckle, and you lean back to cross your arms so that you can effectively death glare at Roper.

"And I owe you, owe you for what exactly?" You let all traces of humor drain from your tone.

"Umm, for yesterday?" Roper offers up weakly, well aware that he just fucked up.

"Oh, I owe you for completely rearranging my schedule to fit around yours, only for you to stand me up and leave me to do all the work on a project worth thirty percent of our grade. Oh, and lets not forget about the little bet that you started with the entire baseball team about who could sleep with me first. I owe you for that?"

"Well, I didn't fucking start it... W..." McRenyolds kicked him under the table, promptly shutting him up.

"What he means to say, is that he is truly and deeply sorry, that he regrets all of his actions. And that we would all truly appreciate it if you could, just this one time, fudge your morals a little bit, and tell us who ratted on us!" Finn proclaimed, as Roper nodded along with him.

"In fact, I think we all owe her an apology!" Finn stated, a grin stretching across his face.

"Y/n, I am very, very sorry about the bet! It was very wrong of us, and we will never do it again!"

"Your damn right you won't!" You mutter rolling your eyes at Finn. Dale and McRenyolds scoff at him, as Nesbit smothers "Asskisser" in a very fake cough.

“C’mon guys, you gotta be better then that, y’all gotta butter her up. Right now, she’s fifty bucks richer and still riding the high of Ropers embarrassment!” Finn chastises.

“She already took our money!” Dale whines. “C’mon, don’t you wanna be a good friend and tell us who squealed?”

You snort at this, throwing a fry from your plate at him. He catches it and winks as he throws it into his mouth.

"It's cute that you think we're friends!"

Now, Nes chimes in. “It was obviously someone who was least likely to win that squealed!”

“So, you!” Finn says, popping another fry into his mouth.

“Guys, it was probably someone who already graduated. Figured they would sabotage the bet because they didn’t win.” Roper adds, looking at you with suspicion.

“I mean, statistically speaking, I’m the one who would win.” Finn says, tightening his arm around you. “Right honeybunch!”

This sends the guys into an uproar so loud they don't notice your low hum.

“Why the fuck do you think you would win!”

“Bullshit”

“Shut the hell up Finn!”

“Tell him he’s wrong!”

You scoff. “As if I’d touch any of you with a 10 foot pole. I’m very content not having any STDs thank you very much!”

“I mean, look at the rest of the guys she slept with…” Finn starts, before your turning to look at him.

“Keeping tabs on me Finnegan?”

And he doesn’t even hesitate. “Course I am. Gotta see who floats your boat, so I can imitate them, and subsequently win the bet.”

Rolling your eyes, you shove him off you. “You’re all disgusting!”

And as the rest of the guys begin to protest, you snatch your book off of Dales lap, shoving it into your bag, and ignoring Finns eyes on you as you walk away.

Your not even the least bit surprised when Finn finds you the next day, even though your tucked away in your little corner of the library.

“Ok, I know you’re the type of person who appreciates the whole, no bullshit thing,” which Finn and the team had learned the hard way when they had all attempted to flirt with you on your first team interview after a game last year.

Your response, listing off all of the simple mistakes they had made, and insinuating that they were all very, very small because of those dumbass mistakes.

That was the night the bet was born.

“So I’m just gonna come right out and say it. You’re a liar. A hypocrite, if the shoe fits.” You narrow your eyes as he finishes his statement with a flourish, bringing that stupid pipe to his lips. Leaning forward, you snatch it from his hands, throwing it down onto the table.

“You can’t smoke in the fucking library dipshit. And also, how dare you call me a liar. You don't know jack shit."

“But you don’t deny being one?” Finn was smart, you would give him that. It was a damn shame that he wasted it all on beer, baseball and pussy.

“And why would I lie Finn? Isn’t being with one of the baseball boys the goal? From what I’ve heard, I’m supposed to shout it from the rooftops, maybe even get it tattooed on my forehead. I slept with one of the baseball boys!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s way too long to fit on your forehead. It would probably be better on your lower back, you know, like a tramp stamp!”He grins as he says it, leaning back into his chair, propping his feet up on the table, and crossing his arms behind his head. You try to ignore the way it makes his biceps look, and you definitely don’t notice the way it makes the veins on his forearms stand out.

“Did you come here for a reason Finn, or do you just find enjoyment in bugging me?" You snap at him, looking back down at your paper.

“Well, I clearly came for the pleasure of your company! And also, to… sate my curiosity, if you will.”

“Well, you asked your question, and I gave you an answer, now you can leave me alone so I can work on my paper!” It was a clear dismissal, but he didn’t move a fucking inch, continuing to stare. You kept your eyes on the paper, your hand moving to write down shitty sentences out of pure spite. You were definitely going to have to rewrite part of this paper.

“You know, I can go away real easy for the low price of just two words, a name is all it takes sweetheart!”

“I told you Finn, I have never slept with anyone on the baseball team, ever. Now leave me alone!”

“See sweetheart, the thing is I don’t believe you when you say that. You hesitated for too long yesterday, and quite frankly, we are all good looking guys. Well… most of us. And you cannot tell me that watching us play doesn’t get you all hot and bothered!”

“I have literally never been less turned on then I am when I am watching y’alls games.” You deadpanned. Which was a lie of course. He wasn’t wrong. The team had some very good looking guys, and those pants did wonders for their asses.

“Sweetheart, please, you can’t bullshit the bullshitter!” Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention back to your work, hoping that maybe if you stopped giving him your attention, then he would go away. He was silent for a few seconds, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stand, only for him to pull out the chair your bag was in, drop it to the floor, and seat himself.

“Look, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way…”

“Shut the fuck up Finn, we aren’t in one of your stupid spy thrillers!”

“Please!” He begs, so loud that a few other students turn to look your way. The attention doesn’t seem to phase Finn, although you should have known that it wouldn’t. If anything the new eyes just egg him on.

“Why do you even want to know so bad huh? The bets over, no one won, it doesn’t matter!” You spat.

A part of you debated on just telling him. He was as hard headed as you were, and the likelihood of him giving up was slim to none. There was always the option of just giving him the name of one of the seniors that had graduated, no harm no foul, but this was also Finn. If he found out that you had lied, then it was just going to make things worse.

You could revisit the idea of telling their coach. The probability of any of the players getting benched was slim to none, but you did have a little bit of pull, as you were the one writing half the articles the scouts were reading. You would never actually write untrue things about the guys and their game, for several reasons, but they didn’t need to know that.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by Finns snapping by your ears, flinching at the loud sound.

“How am I supposed to make my argument if you’re not even listening to me?” He pouted, leaning back in his seat once he was sure he had your attention.

“I don’t know Finn, maybe you could take the goddamned hint and leave me alone so I could get some work done?”

“I’m just saying, you had to find out from someone, and the team has been sworn to secrecy to never tell! The only thing I can think of was if someone was pussy..." He trailed off, remembering who he was talking too as he snapped his mouth shut.

“So you just wanna know who blabbed. This has nothing to do with me?” You innocently ask, batting your eyelids at him.

“Mm, exactly. See, you’re a smart girl, I knew you would…”

You lean forward, gesturing for him to come closer. Trailing your hand up his arm before cupping it around his ear as you leaned in to whisper a name.

"Walt Finnegan."

And that shuts him right up, allowing you to quickly shuffle your papers together and gather your bag, leaving a shocked Walt Finnegan left behind.

After Finn found you that morning in the library, Dale cornered you as you were coming out of class, demanding to know who told you. Then it was McRenyolds, who had shoved a girl off of him, before marching up to you, spouting some bullshit about the sancitity of secret keeping on the team, and how, as captain, he needed to know and some other crap.

The next day, you saw Nez coming out of the cafeteria, and you had to put up with his badgering the entire fifteen minute walk to class. The class that you shared with Coma. And you might as well have skipped it, seeing as you spent the entirety of the fifty five minutes shoving the notes from him off of your desk.

After class, you met up with Heather on the green, practically collapsing onto the blanket she had laid out.

"Rough day?" She asked, a smirk fully gracing her face as she took in her misery.

"Their tenacity is surprising. They have been bugging me all day!" You whine. "It almost makes it not worth it. Almost!"

After you explain your day to her, the two of you lay on the green in silence for a few minutes, before she begins packing up. She still has one more class to attend before she's released for the weekend. Once you confirm your plans for later, she is off.

Flopping back down onto the blanket, you pull out your book, letting out a content sigh.

It’s the first time in days that you aren’t doing homework, or writing articles, or being assaulted by the entire baseball team, or stressing about all three. Your laid out in one of your favorite corners of the green, sun shining down on you as you open your book.

You get five minutes of peace and quiet before Finn sits down next to you, effectively ruining your alone time.

“No!” You shout, the frustration in your tone clear. “No, not right now Finn. This is the first time in days where I haven’t been busy. I've been alone for like, five freaking minutes and…”

"Well, I could give you some peace and quiet if you just tell me the truth!" He says, that signature shit eating smile of his firmly in place. When you stay quiet, he nods. "That's what I thought!"

And then he surprises you, shifting so his back is against the tree next to your blanket, and lifts your legs, pulling them onto his lap. Without another glance at you, he pulls out his own book before opening it to the dog eared page.

Quickly, you snatch your legs back, moving to nail him in the leg, but he's faster then you, wrapping your ankle in a steel grip.

"Ah ah ah, you want peace and quiet don't you?" Then he's gently placing your legs back in his lap.

You gape at him, not quite comprehending what was happening, or what angle he was trying to play. But his focus never strayed from the page.

Now you were torn, if you said something, he would probably start in on you, and you were too tired to really fight him on this today.

Maybe you should just leave it alone, and not look a gift horse in the mouth. You really didn’t want to get up and go inside, and if he was being quiet, then who were you to protest. It also didn’t hurt that he looked really, really good with his dumb fluffy hair and stupid tight shirt that strained across his biceps.

Your decision was made for you as his hand begins sliding up your calf, kneading at the muscles there. You're barely able to catch the moan that threatens to escape.

Suddenly, your assaulted with visions of running your hands through that hair, finding out if it was really as soft as it had always looked invaded your mind, nails raking down that toned back…

“I can feel your staring!” He teased, breaking you out of your trance, and made you snap your attention back down to your book in an attempt to hide the blush that heated your face.

And you tried to focus on your book, you really did. Finn didn’t seem to have any problems paying attention to his. At least, that’s what you told yourself in an attempt to explain why his hand was crawling up your leg. His fingers moving higher as the patterns he was tracing got larger.

Yes, that was it. He was just distracted, and he didn’t realize what he was doing. And he also didn’t realize that you were making absolutely no effort to stop him.

But when you looked up from your book, you found his eyes on yours, a smug smile plastered on his face as he trailed his fingers dangerously high on your inner thigh.

“So, we’ve slept together huh?”

You hum, refusing to break eye contact with him. “Shame you don’t remember, although, with your performance, I’m not surprised you blocked it out.” You had fully intended for the comment to be biting enough to get him to back off. However, your voice came out unexpectedly breathy, undercutting the snark of your words.

A smirk grows on his face as he shifts his weight, bringing his face closer to yours so that he’s whispering right in your ear, his fingers dangerously high close to where your thighs meet.

“I know that’s a lie sweets. You wanna know how I know it’s a lie?”

You know you should push him off you. Finn was a fuck boy, and more then that, right now he was motivated, not to sleep with you, but to get some answers. But instead, you found yourself nodding, the sensible part of your brain having left the second his fingers made contact with you.

“There’s a few reasons. One, you could quite literally cut the tension between us with a knife, but somehow, your managing to keep your hands off me, which means I’ve yet to work my magic on you!”

Your moving to swat Finn away, the moment ruined by the return of Walt FInnegan to his natural state, a cocky asshole. But one again, he's moving too fast for you to comprehend, swinging your legs off of his lap and leaning over so that he's hovering above you, faces inches away from the other.

“Besides sweets, if we fucked, there’s no way in hell I would forget that.”

And then he’s standing, brushing off his jeans and winking before walking away.

You sit in shock for a second, watching as he fades into the throngs of people milling about campus.

Finn won that round, you can admit to that. But there’s no way he’s winning the war. Gathering your things, you plot the entire way back to your room, practically throwing the door open, grinning manically when you see Heather beat you back.

“Get up! Change of plans, we’re going out tonight!”

I still don't get why you won't just sleep with him!" Heather whines are she puts the finishing touches on your hair. With a flourish, she spins your around to the mirror, and you smile at what you see there.

"Thanks babe, your a godsend!" She just winks at you before moving to start on her own makeup.

Your original plan had been to stay in and do a movie night, but after Finns stunt earlier, you weren't content to let him have the upper hand for long.

So now, the two of you were getting ready for the Sound Machine, knowing that was the baseball boys party of choice when they weren't throwing their own or out of town.

And, to top it all off, James, a smarmy asshole from your English class had told you he would be there tonight. Which made him the perfect unknowing accomplice in your little game with Finn.

In the back of your head, you knew that you were walking a fine line, especially with Finn. When you had chosen to play that little prank with Roper, you severely underestimated the boys need to know who had told you.

And you never thought that Finn would take this much interest in getting to the bottom of it.

Although now, you were beginning to question if you would have done anything differently.

Your snapped out of your thoughts when Heather emerges from the bathroom, still ranting about the baseball boys.

"At this point Heath, it's a principle thing. I can't go sleeping with the athletes! I would lose all my credibility. Also, I have spent the last three years of my life insulting their very manhood. It would be hypocritical of me to fold now."

"And Walt Finnegan has spent the last three years panting after your ass babes!"

"Oh has he now, is this before or after he's stuck his tongue down three quarters of this school's female population?" You spit back at her.

Walt Finnegan didn't want you. He wanted to win the bet to rub it in his friends faces. He wanted you because he felt like you were unattainable.

And most importantly, he couldn't have wanted you that bad, because he had already had you, and he had forgotten about it.

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wordy-little-witch · 3 months

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Ghost Roger ships Shuggy and that’s why when Crocodile and Mihawk start to court the clown all hell breaks loose.

Okay it may be a bit more complicated than that, Roger is protective of his kids in a way, he feels a bit remorseful for not making feel Buggy important in live and he’s HELLA worried about how his sons parted ways. Of course even if there’s more to it than just “There were some misunderstandings” and he maybe won’t be able to make things completely right after dead, he still wishes those two would just TALK to each other. He probably told Buggy a lot of stuff after he first was able to contact him, but that doesn’t mean the grudge against Shanks (and Roger for that matter) is immediately gone.

So Roger really hopes those two make up and maybe kiss a little, he’s seen those obvious crushes those two had on each other for ages…. So when the two men who threatened his Bug suddenly start to get all flirty with him… well you can’t blame him for not being completely rational about it.

He can’t really do much besides be a nuisance, hiding things from them, throwing things off the table, one time he secretly put ketchup in Crocodiles coffee and he counts that as a massive victory, but he’s not full on Poltergeist level, he doesn’t have much power anymore. The only time he regains a significant amount of Strenght is when Buggy confronted him about this behavior, it truly was a scene to behold, Buggy, screaming into an empty room that Roger can’t decide who or who not he gets to trust and choose for himself, and Roger, not being able to communicate his own frustrations to Buggy and tell him he’s just worried but that Buggy also needs to stop being so damn stubborn, throwing things across the room and howling and causing a storm just with his intense emotions alone.

It’s only late at night when they both have calmed down that Roger makes his way back to Buggies room, now properly calmed and thinking somewhat rationally again. He doesn’t have much more energy than to scribble a “Sorry” with Buggys lipstick onto the mirror, but he knows his boy will get what he means.

Roger might get pleasantly surprised on several accounts tough, not only do Buggys new suitors actually care for him, despite their initial treatment of him, but Buggy may or may not also reconcile with Shanks after some gentler pushes and encouragement from his side…. And it may or may not turn out that Buggy has a lot of space for several people in his heart, who’d have thought? Atta boy! His little casanova….

Oh my goshhhh yeah this exactly (sorry it took so long to respond, was a lil busy)

Roger really would be like. The strangest mix if "you got this!!" And "not on my watch". He's got redneck girl dad vibes, like "don't mind me sitting on the porch making aggressive eye contact while I clean my gun and/or sword, kid, but yeah I know how to use them and use them well anyway be good to my kid or else haha no I'm serious-"

Ironically I feel like Roger would be pushing less for a Slowburn Romance for Shuggy and more a you can fix it and salvage smth and maybe it's different but you two are two sides of one coin guys come onnnn- type of deal. Like. The kisses would be nice (he'd win the bet and Rayleigh would owe him 500 berri) but also it just... it hurts to see his kids so hurt. It doesn't matter how the end result is configured so long as some of the pain is abated.

So when Buggy, his baby blue, his bright and bold and flashy little nugget, begins getting courted by the same men who unflinchingly harmed him?

When Roger has SEEN the things Buggy went through up to this point?

When Roger knows how easy it is for Buggy to fall into the arms of someone who means him harm, when he knows how Buggy clings to and almost searches for it?

Oh he's livid. He's frothing. He's not going to let that slide, not even remotely.

And so begins his Hijinks.

And so ignites Buggy's temper.

It goes on maybe a month, if that. Roger is petty and angry, but he's pacing it and being careful to make it impossible to trace to his kid. The few opportunities that leaves for him is very good motivation to go bigger each time. Croc's favored pen? Gone. Mihawk's wine glass? Different cabinet. Croc's ash tray? Flipped onto a document. Hawkeye's wine bottles? All corks are in some way damaged. He starts small and works his way up.

The ketchup in the coffee was his magnum opus - and that was Buggy's last straw.

He passes Alvida and informs her that it's a Code Pink. She nods and spreads the word. Nobody gets in his way as he beeline to his workshop and the adjacent sheds connected there.

It's arguably a hurricane by way of fury. Things are thrown and voices blow into uneven crescendos. Buggy begins to angry cry and Roger pulls at his own hair to fight the urge to wipe the tears away or crush the emotions out of his kid with his own arms. It's a hot mess, and it only gets worse when Roger hears Buggy say the one thing he didn't ever want to hear but suspected nonetheless.

"What's it matter if they hurt me? I deserve it-!"

He'll admit - he doesn't rightly recall what exactly it is that he does after that. The words echoed in his head, louder and louder until it was a battering ram in his skull. He doesn't remember much of that split second between hearing it and acting, but he found himself crushing his boy into his chest, one hand in blue curls, the other across a trembling back.

"Never," he swears, "you never deserve to be hurt, Blue. I'm so sorry you feel like that's true, but baby Bug, Red has told you-"

And that's the final straw for Buggy.

"Red?! Red's all you ever fucking think about!" And he shoves Roger away, mouth running faster than he can stop it, tears falling with the mess of his emotions as he rants and raves and leaves a captain, a father, hollow in shock.

Buggy pauses for a breath, and Roger reaches out, just to pull back at the swat to his hand.

"No," Buggy hiccups, "I just... I'm done. I'm fucking done. Go find someone else to bother. I'm through."

He leaves.

And Roger rages.

Hours later, finally calm and able to rationally think, he drifts to Buggy's room. He's shaking with exhaustion, but he grabs a lipstick - the cheap writing one, never Buggy's good lip color - and scrawls an apology onto the mirror. He floats over to Buggy's bedside, watches his kid sleep, tear tracks on his face and dried in his lashes. He aches.

He sits vigil there all the night, energy depleting until he's a bare whisp of a presence. He'll protect his kid how he can, but he won't step in the way.

It's only when Rouge offers to trade out that he deigns to rest.

Things go back to mostly normal afterwards.

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When it turns out that Crocodile and Mihawk truly do care for and want to make Buggy happy, Roger is pleasantly surprised and very suspicious. He keeps it mostly to himself (and to Rouge, Ace and Eddie), but he is watching. He gets to witness the growth first hand - except some things second hand, because he may be a pirate, but he's also a father and some things are meant for a parent's eyes to never ever EVER see - but he does see it. He acknowledges it. And he gives his approval subtly.

So when things begin blooming outward, he's aware, somewhat, but mostly acting as but an observer. Though when those tendrils of Blue reaches out to Red.... well. He's Looking Heavily.

And then he's cheering aggressively because YES!! FINALLY!!!! RAYLEIGH OWES HIM SO MANY BERRI!!!!

And when blue and brown eyes cut towards him, Roger pauses, shrinks a little. By the Seas he forgot how weird his kids and their Haki was. He waves awkwardly.

".... Captain," Shanks says after a moment.

"Red...?"

"I am very happy to see you, believe me. But I also am very happy to have Buggy in my arm, so maybe go bother Lucky Roux or Yassop while I do unspeakable things to my Blue."

"Shanks," Buggy squawks angrily with a face as red as his nose, squirming in place.

Roger just laughs, gives a salute. "Aye, captains!"

He slips off through the walls to the symphony of his eldest laughing while baby blue complains loudly. There was a sudden thump, silence, then rustling. Roger, eyes wide, floated faster.

He'd always said Buggy would steal riches and hearts alike.

By Davy Jones, Ray owed him so much money.

#ghost roger #buggy the clown #cross guild polycule #shuggy #witchy answers!!#witchy's aus

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ladymothbeth · 7 months

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៹ ࣪˖⁩ —{ ❤} My new Hazbin Hotel OC ! ☕

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៹ ࣪˖⁩ Elizabeth 🥀

(de Beaumont)

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• Age: 29-30 years old (Died in 1935)

• Elizabeth is a French woman who was born into an Aristacratic family in Paris. (Her roots are French and Italian)

• Kin to describe her personality: Sonata/Rarity (Equestria Girls)

• At first glance, she will seem distracted, frivolous and carefree — she clearly enjoys floating with the flow of chaos. But some examples of her shortcomings include: not picking up on sarcasm, talking openly with someone about other people's secrets, without worrying that she might get in trouble.

• In the past, she was one of the strongest Overlords (but not among the top ten), along duo with Husker, who took this title much later. But despite this, they combined Husk's Casino and Elizabeth's Fashion Runway together, as this would allow them to expand their "Empire".

• But everything changed when the Radio Demon came and offered a deal - to play poker for an all-or-nothing bet. In a fit of pride, both Overlords put their souls on the line, and eventually lost. (Alastor's collection has been replenished! God loves the trinity, right?)

• Moth demon tends to forget about the main goals, perhaps hinting that she is no longer as obsessed with power as she used to be in the role of Overlord.

• She often argues with Vaggie over nothing, especially for the title of the best hotel manager (moth and the former extraminator are fighting for this), because she was on Charlie's side, and Elizabeth was on the side of her "boss" (we still know who Husk's boss is, right?)

• Nevertheless, despite this, she still shows a remarkable level of cruelty, as she seems to enjoy belittling Vagatha, which has become a kind of routine. But it also seems that the demon moths are never bothered, or at least show no remorse when it comes to carrying out evil plans.

•This lady is definitely best friends with Niffty! (What holds them together is that they both like bad boys and love pain! YAY! PAIN!)

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So far, that's it! There are some more facts in my draft that I can comment on if you are suddenly interested, dear reader! :DD

Plus do not hesitate to ask questions - I will answer everything within the bounds of decency!

(The version without pearl bracelets on the legs)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #helluva boss oc #original character #moth art #artists on tumblr #hazbin hotel headcanon #overlord husk #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel ocs #hazbin hotel original character #overlord!husk #hazbin hotel x reader

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symptomsofdeceit · 9 months

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I swear Thaumo bout to give me ALL the trust issues. It’s so much creepier knowing that the years before the events of the demo have occurred, Thaumo could have EASILY just watched MC while pretending to be random people.

Bro could have been disguised as the clerk in the grocery store that MC would frequent three years before the demo happened. He could just follow MC around as some random guy and whenever MC would catch on, he could just morph into someone else. Can he turn into other animals? Like dogs? I bet he’d be the type to turn into the neighbors dog just so he could be pet by MC and be called a good boy.

Anyways what kind of atrocities would have occurred if he never met MC?

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS ASK 😭💕💕💕💕

The dog thing is SO SPOT ON I’m crying…

It actually gets even worse and creepier than that 😭😭 I was working on a comic that’s portrayed in a joking “Thaumo is such a weirdo” way but when you stop to think of the implications of it… it’s very creepy 😭😭 I won’t say or reveal any more because I’ll finish & post that eventually!

If Thaumo never met MC he really would be willing to do anything in the pursuit of finding what he’s missing. He’d probably start by torturing a psychologist’s family in front of the psychologist while begging/demanding the psychologist to figure out why he feels so empty, what’s wrong with him, what he’s missing. When the family can’t withstand any more torture and their bodies expire, Thaumo would kill the psychologist and find another one.

Being able to shapeshift is really useful for getting past any security or making a future hostage trust him. The mix of his desperation, complete lack of guilt or remorse, his ability, and the fact that he has nothing to lose just makes him terrible.

#symptoms of deceit asks

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thesevenwondersofawitch · 8 months

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The Brothers Sun ep8

Understandable that the Tea Leaf guy won't talk unless Big Sun is brought down

Aw, they're staying in a motel

Mama Sun is so done that Bruce couldn't get the name for dragon head right 😂

She makes her son drive at night because she gets lost😭

She bought 6 pasta strainers just because they were on sale

"You are not a crime boss. You're my mom." She can be both

I get where she's coming from, but it never sits right to be mad at the kid who didn't

NOOOOOOOOOO Charles nooooooooooooooo

Oh thank god, he shot above his brother's head

The mom's hand on Charles shoulder 😭 I bet she came running

I love that Bruce said that it's going to lead to decades of therapy (that his brother was sent to kill him by their father)😂

Charles don't hurt your brother! He has a point about killing your father

The fact that Bruce said he'd do anything to protect his brother 😭

The way the mom admitted that the chairleg incident was a test and she didn't push back against the father when he forced Charles to kill the first time😭

At least she's showing the remorse and guilt she feels for sacrificing

"Forget dad, you can be Charles -churro baker Sun"😭

The way that the mom has a charger for her son's phone😭

Oh, Charles just realized how he was betrayed

Xing telling the Wang bros that they need to shut up makes me hope she at least feels some guilt for betraying

The dad is such an asshole

Good for you Charles, telling your dad you want to stay. I'm proud of you❤️

The way I cheered when Charles shot those douche bags😂

Oh no, Xing is going to kill the mother and brother 😭

Well fuck indeed, Charles, fuck indeed

Alexis saying that they don't have shrimp chips😂

Him asking for a charger is not permission to track his phone

Alexis is far worse than Charles ever could be

Mama Sun wearing an oversized jersey is so cute

Yeah, Xing sucks and blood boots would never

The fact that the mom is immediately chastising Bruce for getting the wrong milk😂

FUCK YOU ALEXIS. FUCK YOU

Bruce is absolutely playing her😂 the improv classes work!

I love how Charles is just as shocked that the mom can fight 😂😂

Bruce planning to kill their dad😂

I mean, him being good at Laser Tag and also beating his actual assassin brother at a shooting video game is hilarious and actually makes sense

Bruce: "Neither of us are who our parents thought we were."

Charles"Yeah, but both our parents are crazy."

Bruce: "yeah."

Bruce, hugging Charles: "I don't think we've ever hugged before."

Charles: "Well, you're probably gonna die, so might as well get one last one before you go."😂

Bruce: "Right."

Bruce, handing his visitor badge to Alexis: "The Brothers Sun don't work with cops." HA!

Oh no, Bruce don't listen to that serpent of a father who's telling you to join him.

I love that Charles made sure to shoot his dad and missed the internal organs 😂 It definitely pays

The way that Bruce said he'd use his spit to make his taco dumplings 😂

I'm pretty sure that it was Bruce's plan all along to get his brother and mom to cook for him forever😂

FUCK YEAH! THE MAMA INJECTING THE DAD'S IV BAGS WITH INSULIN IS WICKED AND GENIUS AND I'M SO HAPPY FOR HER!

Awwwww she bought her son a bakery 😭🥺

Hopefully that other girl isn't

The way she brought gifts to her friends

I love that she wants her kids to have lives and be happy 🥺❤️

Good for Alexis that she got a tower of her snack

The pictures in the mom's room with both her boys🥺😭

I'm crying with Bruce and Mama Sun too😭 nothing bad better happen to her

Oh nooooo, Charles is leaving too😭 I mean I'm happy that he's gonna get some time with his mama and that she's finally getting what she wants

I love that June has dinner reservations already 😂 she's got her priorities straight

The fact that Bruce still struggles to drive his car is hilarious and relatable af😂

I really hope we get another season, just because this was so well written and I enjoyed this show so much. But it also ended on a great note.

Ooooooo I wonder who that guy with the sunglasses sounds like he's being sent after Tea guy

Also still curious about who the man was that Eileen had been dancing with in Taiwan

#TheSevenWondersOfAWitch watches #the brothers sun #Netflix the brothers sun #brothers sun #charles sun #bruce sun #mama sun #big sun #michelle yeoh #eileen sun #Alexis kong #june song #thesevenwondersofawitch

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Is it okay for me to take the 🌱 (sprout) emoji ? bc I will definitely be hanging around to ride this Sunday ship to the ends of the earth

Also also alsoooo since im already unhinged. Can you imagine the discussion when robin flies back home?? How she left two siblings and is now meeting this established MARRIED couple. I low key see Sunday in all his fanfare almost shading the siblings from each other. Like always supervising conversations and never leaving them quite alone. Bc listen he put in all this work to make you the most dutiful, satisfied and content wifey. And he loves robin yes, but she went off and made her life and he won’t let what he built at home crumble. So he sits there, smiling and comforting when robin tries to ask if youre happy and comfortable. And I imagine her getting frustrated when Sunday delves in to explain on your behalf that yes you are quite happy. And robin is just getting so frustrated and youre just smiling up at Sunday oblivious with nothing but admiration and I just. Phew. I have sooooooooo many thoughts about this man. Pls how he’s with you in bed??? Boy just the experience to tell

absolutely bb of course you can!!! welcome to the anon club wooo 🥳🥳 hehe <3 i am v excited to have u here with me to scream over sunday!!! any sunday pieces i write will be posted over on @inkyajax! c:

tw: incest / pseudo-cest

oh robin is 100% like what the fuck sunday??? but in her polite, cordial robin terms :) it’s the absolute last thing she expects to arrive home to, and it sends her for a fucking loop initially, sputtering on her response the moment she hears her precious baby sister call their elder brother husband, quickly and efficiently choking out her surprise to be demure and discreet, just like her brother taught her. but then she takes a moment to truly reflect on it, meditating on the situation as she stares up at the glowing plaster stars still smattered across her childhood ceiling—didn’t sunday promise he’d finally have those removed?—and she can’t believe she didn’t see it coming sooner.

she can’t believe it blindsided her. i mean, really, what more could she expect with sunday? he’s always been over-protective, over-possessive, and entirely overbearing with his need for complete control—thinly veiled ownership of his siblings. and, suddenly, robin feels immense guilt. she should’ve known better, should’ve tried harder to shield you from him, shouldn’t have turned a blind eye and gone off to selfishly chase her own dreams (and, oh, if she ever discloses these thoughts to sunday, you know he’ll agree with her, using her compassion and culpability as a weapon to hurt her more, to break her down and rearrange her views and opinions his way).

as disgusted and disappointed as she is with her brother, robin still tries her best to keep the peace as best she can throughout these increasingly infuriating interactions, smiling and sweet even as she begins to spit certain words through clenched teeth, even as her body continues to coil with every instance of sunday cutting you off mid-sentence.

it would be especially wise of sunday to mediate all communication between his two sisters, easily ensuring all interactions flow through him. he is, by all intents and purposes, a filter on you and your words. it’s hard for robin to trust what either of you say when you’re around each other. robin knows this, because sunday has done the same with her, several times throughout their life, overseeing her responses to reporters and fans alike. as such, you can bet your ass she’ll be attempting to devise some sort of plan to get you completely alone so she can interrogate you honestly and properly—now, whether she actually succeeds at that is another story entirely.

what’s worse is the precedence sunday still rules over her with. sure, she can recognize this is wrong, and yes, she can feel as guilty and remorseful as she wants to, but can she resist sunday’s clever, covert manipulation? the same manipulation that she’s been eroded by, poisoned by, for her entire life? the same manipulation that has kept her unwittingly trapped beneath her brother’s thumb, tail feathers pinned under his nail?

probably not.

how effortless it would be for sunday to consistently and continuously chip away at robin’s resolve, at robin’s logic, to convince her that no, truly, this really is what’s best for their dear baby sister, sunday swears it. who better to take care of you, to nurture and love you, than your righteous older brother? who better to anticipate and fill your needs than your own flesh and blood, just as he always has, just as he always will?

no one, that’s who. and robin knows this, deep down, too—sunday just has to ensure that she realizes it.

please sprout don’t even get me started on sunday in bed i fucking black out at just the THOUGHT of that man fucking you ooohhh my god

#SORRY IT TOOK ME A FEW DAYS TO GET TO THISSSS AHHHH #i wanted to be able to sit down and thoroughly answer it because YUMYUMYUM it's so delicious #i'm so in LOVE WITH HIM sprout :(((((((((#so so so fucking in love with him i'm sick i'm LOVESICK #sighs dreamily #i hope ur doing well bb!!!!#pls have a lovely week n stay safe!!!#inky.sunday #🌱.anon #clari gets mail #inky.hsr

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ADOR U! … nishimura riki

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ㅤ"i got nothing to lose,"

SYNOPSIS. a silly dare led niki to attempt to be your silly boy

GENRE. fluff, crack, some angst (a pinch in this part sawry)

PAIRING. danceteamleader!niki x teammember!fem!reader ft. enhypen, newjeans

WARNINGS. unhinged and maybe its cringe since i explained the moves to the placement of their feet, im sorry-😭, jungwon says niki got no rizz(i dont think that's gonna happen anymore but we'll see), lowercase intended, swearing (?)

WORD COUNT. 1.6k

NOTE. MAYBE MAYBE THERE'S ANOTHER PART OKAY BECAUSE I WANT THE FLUFF TO FLUFF YKWIM😇 so yeah I have an idea for omg we love newjeans discog🤭🤞

TAG(S). @sd211 @heesitation

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Time passed and you'd left niki hanging for a great deal of time. His lingering stares while you walked past and the times you felt him burning holes into the back of your head didn't go unnoticed. If anything, it only fueled your hurt.

Whereas niki thought over and over to his previous moments with you, attempting to spot any fault of his to no avail. Given, he was no mind reader and barely knew you'd been there to here what prompted him to approach you in the first place.

It was the sense of betrayal and how naive you were, to even believe the boy. Presently, you resented him. But you still couldn't find the will to extinguish your undeniable feelings for him. The less you saw him, the more the fire went out.

It was an asshole move to just ignore the boy like that but then again he is the one that went on with the preplanned bet. And you held against him.

Every instance he took initiative to actively talk to you, you'd shrug him off and give him the cold shoulder. No remorse because you felt pity for yourself. He got the obvious hint and hadn't tried in a while. And that was what let you down a bit.

It's not like you were expecting him to pester you till you forgave him. The resistance in his attitude towards you made you feel guilt, though he was the cause for this mess. He could apologize and it'd vary if you'd accept. You let the fact marinate for a bit.

Yet his words of confession stuck with you. "i like you," you did but couldn't find yourself to forgive him without any words of concern, which niki seemed more than eager to do. Ultimately, you were the one stopping him for explaining.

You would hear him out, not for the sake of it but because you wanted to prove his words to be true. So what was really stopping you from doing so? Now that thought pierced through your line of thoughts and you remained stumped.

You huff and head to an empty space to blow off steam and whip out your wireless headphones, playing music of your choice. Freestyle wasn't something you were confident in, let alone dancing in front of a crowd.

That was before niki came along and helped you progress and overcome your fears. You begin pouring out your amass of queries into expression and skip around the room, relieving your pent up frustration.

Unaware that niki stood right outside the door listening to the sound of your moves and the squeak of your sneakers. You spin and dramatically hit the floor, twisting your ankle, your sudden imbalance tripping after an aggressive sequence of moves.

The thump startles the boy and he jumps to grip on the handle, hesitating before clicking the entrance open. Your pained snarl to the impact leaves you curled up on the floor with your hair splayed out on the floor. You did not want to call for help, not after the recent turn of events.

But help just happened to be a door away. Niki waltzed in and bent to his knees, your expression pained and pale from the nasty fall, "are you okay?"

Your ignorance wasn't the question here, but his kindness. He was looking out for you even though you'd been a total asshole to him and that's what's got you pooling tears in your eyes. Mixed with the pain shooting for your ankle and the swell from the depth of your heart. It yearned for the sweet boy yet you weren't all that sure if he was sweet.

He appeared from amidst the door and kneeled, inspecting your ankle and how great the damage was due to the nasty fall. It'd hardly been a few minutes and the swelling had begun. Earning no answer from you, he voices his concern once again, "are you okay?"

Three words was all it took for the tears pooled in your eye to water. You restrained any from falling further, panning away from him though your tears threatened to cower over the ledge. Despite your harsh and self centered attitude, the ignorance you showcased had not sprung any sort of resentment or negative emotions in him.

Here you were, judging the boy way too hard all over eavesdropping into his conversation with his friends. Even if it was a dare, had you cared to stop and think whether niki would actually lie about harbored feelings for you. Now, lying seemed highly improbable and cruel but he didn't seem like that kind of person.

But he seemed like someone who'd carry out a dare for his pride? Your reasoning was far too biased and jumped to a conclusion before you could hear him out and listen to him with no clear judgment. The entire time, he was asking you to lend your ears to listen and you were busy rejecting his every attempt because of your pitiful assumption.

You were the asshole right now, not him.

If niki was the douche bag in this situation, why would he be kneeling beside your wounded self and searching for a first aid kit for a scrape band? Either way, your ignorance and assumption is what caused this all to go south.

Your own trains of thoughts and self realization pushed a river of tears over the ledge and you sobbed silently, due to both the throbbing pain erupting violently in your heart and the pain shooting up from your ankle. A crack of a sob made niki whip his head towards with his eyes wide as he gripped onto the kit and practically ran across the room and slid onto his knees by your side.

He grabbed the band and freed it from the packaging, being careful with your twisted ankle and slid your shoe off with ease. Your hands helped your sock off and he scooted closer and bent down, still a good distance away from your foot, and wrapped the band carefully.

His concern, care and confession all were tell-tale signs but nonetheless your doubt caught you in your own mess and fueled more tears to dribble down your cheeks and fall to the wooden floor boards while Niki finished wrapping the band on your bruised ankle. He retracted his hands and managed to glance up at your tear stricken face. No words said, he pulled into a hug instinctively.

"i'm sorry,"

Why on earth would he be sorry? It was you who needed to apologize, and he owed an explanation at most, where you wouldn't jump the gun. Before you could utter a word, he continues, "i'm sorry if I hurt you in anyway, it was never my intention too,"

The way he gently ran his hand through your hair, calming you down as you felt more tears spill from your orbs and onto his sweatshirt. "why'd you ask me out?" you queried, trying to sound somewhat collected from the wreck you'd become.

"at first, it was because jungwon and sunoo dared me to approach the next person through the door and ask them out. I know this sounds like a petty reason and it was, but that was before I began enjoying my time with you, so much so that I manifested feelings for you. That being said, don't feel pressured to give me an answer right away,"

You sigh, feeling the anxiety bubble in your stomach as you pull away to look at his softly drawn features, now pulled together in a frown with his eyebrows knitted at each other. You had nothing to lose, "i do like you," you paused, the red shade dominating your skin, "i overheard your conversation with jungwon and sunoo in the dressing room the other day and assumed the worst… i'm sorry for acting like an asshole and giving you the cold shoulder."

You complete, playing with fingers as his arm remains snug around your waist from his warm hearted hug. The dip the height of his head brought your eyes to his and he gazed into them daringly. Maintaining that eye contact proved to be extremely difficult as he leaned forward, way too close for your mentality to process.

Niki searched your orbs for any signs of discomfort and upon perceiving the flustered look, he tilted and sealed the deal, capturing your lips in a soft, small kiss. It was all over the place as you both tried to coordinate with the new experience, having no prior brief on how to go about this.

You both pulled away and he laughed at the mutual silliness you two displayed, finding it cute. A hand cupped your cheek and his gaze was enough for you to melt away by his touch. "could we do that again?" you prob, the shyness hanging in the atmosphere.

He slanted against you with a wide smile and pressed his lips to yours, the grin never wearing. The little giggles between the connection sent butterflies loose and wild in your stomach. It seemed better the second time around, figuring it out more so with chuckles emitting from both.

The laughs drew to silence as he pulled away and softly stared into your eyes no longer longing and set his forehead to yours, his hand finding its way to your hand and clutching it in his grip and brought it up to his lips to press a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

"i'm glad I didn't chicken out that day in the cafeteria,"

"me too,"

yes we have one more part remaininggg

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cikrovat · 1 year

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spoilers for crosscode

while writing down my dream I had an urge to just tell my thoughts about Sidwell, because this man doesn't leave my head. this man is probably the most gray villane I've seen in a while, but the more I read everyone's else's thoughts about him, I'm thinking "am I weird of thinking differently about that guy?"

so, Sidwell, the evil person without sympathy or any remorse. or is he? we know for a fact that he didn't cared for any other evotars, using them as a profitable business, source of income

everyone but one - Lea. He gave her name, he cared enough to show his "face" because he didn't wanted to scare her, he cared enough to teach her, to spend time with her, to talk about himself, to comfort her. But reading wiki I just see

Despite this, he didn't seem to care about her being deleted for completely malfunctioning.

what do you mean he didn't seem to care, what, what do you mean. if he didn't cared about her, he wouldn't just even attempting saving her, giving her a key access to Evotar server, in the server dream he even breaks because nothing seems to work, nothing is helping Lea. He was so desperate to save her that he gave her a key to Evotar server, Sidwell, the person that didn't trusted even himself, gave a key access to Lea.

In the end you know that it didn't helped because it was all plan Satoshi, because he broke Lea intentionally to get the access to server, but before "deleting" Lea, he gave Sidwell one last hope in form of trying to "delete her memory's", maybe if she could forget everything she could return to normal state. And Sidwell agreed on this, this is how Satoshi was able to secretly upload Lea to CrossWorlds server, and then telling Sidwell that welp sorry all hope lost

Satoshi used the only weak spot Sidwell had - his care for Lea, because of how strongly she resembles Manuela to him.

Manuela. She is interesting character because we don't fully know what happened to her, wiki suggests that she simply left Sidwell when learned that he lack sympathy, but my theory is - she is dead. Thing is, Sidwell always use very specific wording when he talks about Manuela, he always talks about how "she was" or "she would've loved that place" like she couldn't now. So for me she probably died and it was the last straw that broke the camels back, also seems like Sidwell works not in the cleanest cycles possible (he is probably selling information through black markets and he stated himself that he had a lot of connections here and there) so he probably was tied to the crimes even before picking up Satoshi, Shizuka and Gautham. And in the crime world you had to adapt, you had to break yourself, because everyone having a knife and you never know would it ba aimed at you.

Note, I'm not justifying Sidwells actions, he chooses to do everything himself, yes he is probably a very broken man, who lost someone who he actually cared about, and then proceeded to spiral further, because of his involvement in the criminal spaces, that killed any of his trust to anyone

but that not how you handle things my guy...

I just think he is very complex and interesting character, he is still bad, he did a lot of bad things to others, but when we had the last dream before the raid, I really questioned myself "what if everything was better?"

But that we slowly drifting towards the Boy. The Tronny. oh boy where do I start.

He literally the answer to that question, without memory's he slowly developed into his own character, but thing is he absolutely has resemblings with Sidwell, like Lea has some with Shizuka. I bet Sidwell also loved ice cream and nerding about stuff before he broke, and thing is I think that Tronny is probably Sidwell, but when he was student, before he was unburden, before he became what he is today. And expiriance really do making a difference, even if we talk about two similar people

Sidwell really interesting character, very complex, he made a lot of people, who Lea cared about, suffer, but she remembers him way more nicer. But even though he is upset that now Lea know everything, the part of him also glad that Lea gets to meet so many people, see so many places, and just grow up as a person. he is genuinely, truly glad

well, at least The Boy wouldn't go by his steps, he is definitely in much more nicer environment and he is just not Sidwell we know anymore. Even tho their emotion faces are REALLY similar with each other, its not even funny how eery similar they are, you don't even notice it until the dlc and now I cannot look at The Boy's face because God dammit Tronny

#crosscode #doing tags for myself #very long post #congrats if you've read it all #it all started with me writing my cc dream lol #will i tell yoi about the dream? timw will tell

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sleepykye · 1 year

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Fierce winds and furious flames

Summary :

You are the flame hashira, pretend there's 2 flame hashiras okay-

And your enemy is sanemi, you hate his attitude and you guys are always fighting over who did better in fights. But you slowly fell in love because of a certain incident that occurred.

*scoff* sanemi, you really gotta stop bullying that kid, plus his sister as well. Your never going to pull girls if you continue like this, you said rolling your eyes in annoyance of the current situation.

Sanemi was holding a box like backpack, inside was nezuko, whom tangiro has been carrying on his back his whole journey. Its not that you felt pity towards him like some hashiras though, he deserved it as he broke the corps rules. You just wanted to piss off sanemi.

You didn't really care about the demon in the box, nor the brother of it. Not a single remorse or pity did you felt.

OMG IM SO SORRY FOR CALLING NEZUKO "IT" I DIDNT MEAN IT !😭

"So what are you gonna do ? Fight me ? Punch me ? Hit me ? Kick me ? I bet your gonna do none of those anyway. You can't do jackshit about it can you now ? " sanemi sarcastically stated, before looking at tangiro. "Hey kid, this demon inside is your sister ? " he said before stabbing his sword into the box.

"STOP IT" was all tangiro could say before he was getting up and running towards sanemi, head bumping him. Before sanemi could do anything further, two people suddenly said " Oyakata-sama has arrived "

Which leads to tangiros confusion. Who was oyakata-sama ? Before he was shoved to the floor, bowing down together with all the other hashiras including sanemi.

The talk about nezuko went on until sanemi wanted to prove that she does eat humans. He pulled her box into the shade and sliced a part of his hand, opening the box and shoving the bloody hand infront of nezuko.

Nezuko managed to resist it and man were you trying hard not to laugh at how foolish sanemi looked back there. You were internally laughing as sanemi glared at you, pissed.

After the meeting, the both of you trained together. Sanemi was cursing as usual and you were just spitting sarcastic remarks at him. Pissing him off further. *cough cough*

After the training, sanemi challenged you to a sake contest ! As to what it is exactly, who can hold their drink more. Of course, knowing how sanemi would look down at you and downgrade you if you declined, you agreed to his challenge.

Little did you know, he was gonna cheat. He added some sort of special powder into your drink, making the drink 10 times stronger. Before you drank it, you could sense that he put something already, and you tasted just a bit of it before knowing what he had put. So you told him that you wanted him to bring the whole sake bottle. To which he agreed to, and while he did, you secretly poured some of yours into his.

When he returned, you just said " cheers " before you gulped a mouthful but you didn't expect it to be this strong, you were most likely also gonna get drunk . But of course sanemi being sanemi, gulped down the whole cup and he immediately noticed. which led to both of you fighting at first.

A flaming hot aura plus a cold, hustling aura could be felt near sanemi's dojo. People didnt even dare to go near it at that point. Until the alcohol finally settles in, the both of you literally flirted with each other.

And it slowly got worse as you guys got touchy. " Ah, fuck this, let's just settle this in the bedroom shall we ? " he said before grabbing you effortlessly and hooking you over his shoulder.

Let's just say that the next day you woke up, you couldn't walk. And the both of you were sleeping naked in each others arms.

Boy, did you scream at him for an hour straight. But after that incident, you never trusted him with getting your drinks. Instead, you just asked other hashiras or you went and got one yourself.

The Demon Slayer headquarters falls in slumber as the night rises in the sky, painting the heavens with stars glowing in its cloak of darkness alongside with the moon gloriously rules above them. Other than by the roaring sound of the forest farway. "Your still training ?" You asked sanemi as he just looks at you, with a tinted red face. " Listen, I didn't mean to accidently have it with you that night. It was a mistake. " even though sanemi is rude, he still has a soft spot for you.

Although it is faint, you could make out what had happened after you both had done it. He took care of you in a gentle way, it captured your heart when you finally remembered it. He was so gentle and nice with you. Maybe this man isn't so bad after all....

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Rest in peace to sanemi's ears. I do not want to write the nsfw part as I am not comfortable with writing it I'm so sorry 😭.

#demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawa brothers #shinazugawa x reader #shinazugawasanemi #shinazugawa sanemi #kimetsu sanemi #kny sanemi #sanemi x you #sanemi fluff #sanemi x y/n #sanemi

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ivoryrebellionmess · 7 hours

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Spooky remorses

Summary: You dated Jax for a year and a half, it was great. You fought sure, but that's a given if you´re both stubborn (and he's constantly in danger). Gemma didn't like the relationship, and she made sure that it ended. Now, months after the breakup, your friend takes you to a Halloween party that just happens to be SAMCRO´s.

warnings: 18+, mdni

A/N: Heyyy :) this is my first time writing anything so I hope it's not too bad. english is not my first language so please tell me if there are any mistakes. i just saw an edit and this kind of popped into my head. there´s no physical description of the reader, no y/n. the ter trashy pop is used, but in a good way, i love trashy pop

this is not the whole thing, just a little taste to take the edge off of uploading the whole fic. hope you like it <3

pd: i bet you can tell i´ve never smoked lol

tw: foul language, kinda hooking up with your ex, jealous jax, smoking,a little bit of spice, alcohol, gemma being mean

Word count: 1994

You heard her before you saw her, your head buried in paperwork,

¨No one told me in college that nurses had to do this much paperwork¨ Hazel laughed.

She was new in Charming, looking for a quieter life than the one she had in San Francisco. You had almost laughed at the irony when she first told you, the Sons present in your mind. One Son specifically. How you managed to avoid him considering the amount of hospital visits they made was almost a miracle.

You had to change your mechanic, that's true, a minor inconvenience.

Hazel knew about the guy you had just broken up with when she started working with you, but you had, of course, not told her he was none other than the VP of the motorcycle club. There were parts of that story that raised difficult questions. So the official version was that you had a relationship and that it ended because he was kind of a mama's boy, which was not a lie. The truth? Gemma didn't like you and she did everything she could to get rid of you. She succeeded of course.

As you looked up from the files, your greeting was her mischievous smile. ¨Oh no, what is it?¨.

Hazel leaned in on the table, looking over her shoulder ¨Sooo, you wanted to go dancing on Halloween, but all the good parties are sold out right?¨

You hummed as you got closer to her, ¨Sure, been sold out weeks¨

¨What if I told you I got us invited to a private party?¨ She looked so proud of herself, smiling like she just won the lottery.

The head nurse approached you, shaking her head but not mad, ¨Last time I checked your, job description said nothing about gossiping, ladies¨

With that, Hazel got back to her rounds, and you got back to your paperwork; the party still on the back of your mind.

When it was finally time to clock out, Hazel and you decided you´d get ready at her place that Friday before going to the party; and you got in your car and drove to a costume shop. You'd thought of just buying fake blood and splashing it on some scrubs you didn't use anymore, but as you entered a beautiful mannequin dressed as a vampire gave you another idea. You had a dress that you hadn't had a chance to wear yet, well, this was it.

The cashier joked as you paid for a gothic looking choker and fake fangs ¨Last minute buy huh?¨; you nodded, laughing along with her.

On Friday morning, you packed a bag with the outfit and makeup you would need to get ready and left for the hospital. The hours seemed to tick by specially slow: making your rounds, filling up paperwork, changing dressings, administering medication, over and over. During lunchtime one of your friends wanted to know which party you were going to, and that's when you realized you didn't know.

¨I´ve been so excited with the idea of going I did not even wonder…and Hazel´s been so busy, we have barely talked¨

At last you got to Hazel's place, opened up a couple of beers and started getting ready, trashy pop blasting from the radio. While the glue in the fake fangs dried off, a question escaped your lips ¨So, what's the story with this party?¨.

The image of your fingers stuck in your mouth, holding the fangs in place was guilty for a fit of laughter being all you got for an answer. Hazel´s cackles were very contagious, even more so after a couple of beers.

She sat down to do her makeup, ready to answer your question ¨My car broke down right? Anette from the pediatric wing said she knew the best mechanics in town¨ Your face went white at that, fearing the worst ¨so I went there, and the hottest guy comes up to me and starts asking about the car¨ she turned to face you ¨when I say hot I don't think you understand, I mean very hot¨ a sick feeling to your stomach made you think that was probably Jax, charming a beautiful girl into a party, and then his bed, Hazel was too deep in the story to notice your change in demeanor ¨he was funny as hell and he had these tats in his head, you should have seen him¨.

You finally felt like you could breathe a little better, so you interrupted ¨So you got us invited to SAMCRO´s party?¨ That was when Hazel noticed you were sitting on her bed, your face serious, and she assumed she knew why ¨Listen honey, I know they're supposed to be dangerous or whatever, but it's just a party, nothing bad will happen¨.

As she sat down next to you, you grabbed her hand ¨Remember my ex?¨ she blinked at that, not the answer she was expecting ¨Yeah, the one you never talk about¨. You breathed in deeply ¨I never talk about him because he's the VP of the Sons, and there are many things I can't tell you¨.

A heavy silence fell between you two, and you could see disappointment in her eyes.

You knew you shouldn't, you had been avoiding him for a reason, but you couldn't help yourself, Hazel had been looking forward to the party, and so had you, if you were being honest.

You got up and grabbed the dark red lipstick ¨So, now that we both have all the information, let's finish here¨, before Hazel even finished opening her mouth you continued ¨We're already half dressed, Juice will be waiting for you. I have to see Jax again eventually, I can't avoid him forever¨.

With that, you sat down and finished doing your makeup ¨Come on Hazel, we don't have the whole night¨. She gave you a grateful smile.

A little after, you admired the both of you in the mirror: Hazel had a beautiful purple witch costume, and you were wearing a garnet minidress, fishnets, black platform heels and the choker and fangs. ¨We look hot, he's gonna die when he sees you¨ Hazel kissed your cheek lovingly, and with that you left.

Memories flooded your brain as Hazel parked in front of the clubhouse and were quickly interrupted by her voice ¨I really am sorry-¨, a reassuring smile and a wink shut her up, then you got out of the car.

A dull throb came from the closed door, the beat of the music. It got louder as some girls you didn't know opened the door and got out, laughing and clearly drunk.

¨Looks like a fun party Hazel, let's go get your guy¨, with that you started walking, putting as much fake confidence as you could into every step. What you were not expecting was her disappearing as soon as the door closed behind you.

By yourself, as you had so many nights before, you approached the bar, spotting Chibs. He smiled at you as a wave of recognition flashed in his face

¨Look what the cat dragged in¨, leaning on the countertop. Chibs eyed you up and down and you twirled, chuckling ¨What can I get ya? It's on the house¨.

Jax´s breath caught in his throat as he saw you walking into the party, what the hell were you doing there. He couldn't believe how good you looked, the dress clinging to your body in all the right places, the fishnets, the dark makeup...

It might be the sexier you had ever looked. He had to play it cool so he leaned against the wall, beer in hand, yet his eyes followed your every movement.

You were talking to Chibs, laughing and joking, and he felt a pang in his chest. That should be him.

Now that your vodka tonic was half empty, being in the clubhouse was way less stressful, still you had to make an effort not to look at him. You could feel his gaze on you, but you had not dared do the same. A blonde head of head on the periphery was more than enough.

So you leaned in the bar next to Chibs. ¨Can you believe my friend ditched me the second she stepped in here?¨, a light chuckle escaping your lips at the absurdity of it.

He laughed with you, looking around ¨Can´t blame her, not with hot bikers everywhere¨.

¨Oh my god i cant believe youre on her side¨, you jokingly hit his arm.

Chibs kept on joking about how hot the Sons were while you both looked around the room, your eyes suddenly falling on Jax.

He looked fucking great .

You had to make a bit of an effort to look away, taking a sip of your drink. This did not go unnoticed to Chibs, who smirked, knowing his brother too well.

Jax had been peeking at you too, even if he pretended to focus on the conversation he was having.

You noticed Chibs leaning closer, his voice dropping ¨You know he hasn't stopped looking at you since you walked in, don't ya?¨.

You bit the inside of your cheek ¨Didn't even notice¨.

¨So you didn't notice him almost spilling his beer when he first saw you?¨ He chuckled ¨Or the way he keeps stealing glances every time he thinks no one's gonna notice?¨.

You could tell Chibs was enjoying your effect on Jax a little more than a brother should, but you were more worried about the way his presence was affecting you.

¨I haven't got a clue what you´re talking about¨, you just hoped your innocent facade was good enough.

Chibs shook his head, so it wasn't. ¨You´re a terrible liar, but I´ll play along. Keep acting like he's not here and let's see how long he can keep his cool¨. A wink punctuated the ending of his challenge.

Not loving the route the conversation was heading in, you finished your drink with one BIG gulp and left.

¨Thanks for the drink, it was great¨. Before you could quite leave he chuckled, amused by your stubbornness.

¨Uh huh, whatever. Don't pretend to be surprised when he starts pestering you, you know he will. That boy can't resist a challenge¨

That did strike a nerve, and your mouth was working before you could register what you were saying, ¨I´m not a challenge, I´m his ex¨

Chibs chuckled and leaned in closer ¨You ignoring him is a challenge, being his ex only adds to it¨ He took a swing of his beer before continuing, ¨Trust me, you're getting under his skin more than you realize¨

For whatever reason, that angered you. You were not a challenge, and ignoring him was the sane choice. The alcohol in your system just fueled that anger, so still in hushed voices you retorted, ¨Am I getting under his skin? Or is he just horny and knows I´m a good fuck?¨

He just laughed, this was the you he remembered, running your mouth in a tiny dress, having a good time but not letting anyone put you down. Well, not anyone, the fight against Gemma was the one he'd seen you lose.

¨Oh believe me it's both, he sees you and all he can think about is getting you into bed. But there's more to it, ain't there?¨ This time when he smirked he was looking at Jax, who was talking to Tig, his eyes trained on you.

You started walking to the dancefloor, and you offered a shrug as an answer to his question. The words that followed, not even you believed, ¨I don´t know, and I don´t care¨

Chibs watched you leave, talking to himself, ¨Yeah, you keep telling yourself that¨. He then looked at Jax, who was following your every movement from his spot leaning on the wall. Chibs just shook his head and went over, ready to stir the pot.

#jax teller #soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfic #jax teller fanfic #jax teller x reader #jax teller x you

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