#I guess I'm hoping that he's angry but not like...killer angry?

[pttucker]

He realized that, if he were to get to the end of all the scenarios, he needed to kill off his emotions, that he must not live his life. And so, he decided to become not 'Yoo Joonghyuk', but the 'Regressor', instead. The fourth time, fifth… The timelines that he might've had experienced, but a certain someone's unexpected words stopped him from regressing again. – Being able to regress at any time is the same as having no meaning in 'dying' anymore. However, there being no meaning in dying is the same thing as the value of living disappearing, too. – Yoo Joonghyuk, you need to wake up. What I'm saying here is that, don't mistakenly believe that things will get better by repeating them over and over again. That was why Yoo Joonghyuk chose not to regress. He gave up on several new 'lives' where he could've started off from a higher vantage point while possessing more useful information than before.

The Yoo Joonghyuk of the 3rd turn knew all those information of the future he hadn't yet lived already. 『Han Sooyoung – Records of the 1863rd turn (First)』 『Han Sooyoung – Records of the 1863rd turn (Last)』 It was all thanks to the records from the 1863rd turn in the distant future that he might have gotten to experience if he lived as the story originally intended for him.

[Demon King of… Sal… va… tion!] Indeed, he'd have left this place were it not for those words. Yoo Joonghyuk hesitated for a little bit, before approaching the half-open cocoon. Michael, still not fully alive yet, lay in a defenseless sleep inside the shell.

Yoo Joonghyuk faced off against the gaze falling from the sky and spoke. "…I've told you this before, haven't I? I shall be the one to kill Kim Dokja. Stop your unnecessary actions." The sky didn't say anything else in return. Yoo Joonghyuk sheathed his sword and his steps hurried after the trail of fragments scattered around the forest.

Unfortunately, even before I could fully open my mouth, someone else's voice interrupted me. "His goal is to see the end of a certain insignificant story." Icy-cold rage thickly permeated that voice. And I knew that voice better than anyone.

I'm getting such weird vibes from these.

Like, I do think that Joonghyuk is angry and upset. He's thinking about all of the information that would have made everyone's lives easier, would have made his life easier, if Dokja had shared everything right from the beginning (or as soon as he safely could without constellations spying on them), is thinking about the fact that it's all rightfully his information taken from his story and he would have eventually learned it if he'd allowed himself to regress and get better and better. He'd have been able to experience those things rather than Dokja getting a free pass and just reading about them and living them safely in his head.

But he's also thinking about how he decided to kill off his emotions and lose himself entirely to regression, and Dokja made him, Yoo Joonghyuk, not the Regressor, live again. Which is generally something that most people would consider to be a good thing???

And him killing Michael feels really strange. Like it says that he hesitated for a little bit, like he was thinking something over, and then he killed him and made this big show of saying it's because Dokja's death belongs to him? idk, "hesitation" doesn't really seem to fit Joonghyuk's personality, especially not angry Joonghyuk. In fact, everything in the entire novel has pointed to the exact opposite.

Like, the dude threw Dokja off a bridge into a monster within five minutes of meeting him, killed Sooyoung's avatar immediately after deciding she wasn't giving him the answers he wanted, has killed pretty much every other person the instant their death suited his goals, not to mention 1863rd Joonghyuk also immediately attempted to kill Dokja...

I might be overly hopeful and naive but I'm more getting the vibe that he's trying to stop Michael from coming after Dokja again as a form of protection and is lying to Eden about his motives to keep them away for now.

But at the same time he really does seem like he's seething over Dokja having secretly stolen his life from him. Especially when we think back on all the times Joonghyuk was willing to sacrifice himself to save Dokja because he thought Dokja was the one to save the world...and now he knows it's because Dokja was basically stealing his spot in the novel.

So... idk.

[phoniexrose02]

Mad at Me

Eli Hawk Moskowitz x Black! Reader

Smutt~

You'd been with the Sweet Boy Eli for as long as you could remember, Thankfully you two had Grown together Threw School and Eventually Confessed your Feels an Gotten Together Before Highschool. When he'd gotten into his Hawk Phase he'd Treated you like Royalty.

You'd Loved the Blue His Sudden Confidence was Sexy too you. He Loved how you'd Had no Shame in Public, you'd just Hope into his Lap and Smoother him with Kisses. But than it was Red, At first you Loved it. Something about it Was Angry, an in the Bedroom he was.

He'd Fuck you Hard Like he was Mad at you. Giving you a Rough Pounding after Whatever Karate Bullshit Had made him Upset in the First place, You Loved it. Until his Quiet Bullying started Spilling into your Life, Cobra Kai Really started to Show So you Ended it. You Missed Each Other But you Refused to engage With him until he was Off his BullShit, So you'd Flirt around an Recent you'd Met the Gorgeous Robby Keene, he was Kind too you But with a Roughness in his Voice an even Better, He was a Killer PotHead~

You'd decided to attend a Christmas party with him an Wore a Tight Red Sweater, with White fur Covering your Cleavage and Wrist, the Sweater hugging your Figure perfectly While your Red pumps made you tower over the boy.

You had Found yourselves On a Couch Shotgunning a J, the Loud Christmas Party Drowned out as your Kisses Last a Little longer than just Sharing Smoke.

You pull away with a Breathless Smile."Hawks Gawking at you~" he quietly Hummed into the Back of your Ear he placed a Soft Kiss letting his Ringed Fingers Sink into your Fluffy Thighs.

"Let Him..."

"Am I still receiving my Christmas Present later?" he Whispered back Nibbled at your Neck an lobe."You got more Trees for me?~" You Mewled out Sinking Deeper into his Embrace." I can...You gonna gimme my present later?~" he asked as your eyes began to Linger back to your Ex, his Angered expression as you Grinded your Hips on Robby's Lap Made you want to Laugh.

"I guess I'll see you After, Just Text me When your Ready ok?~" you Lifted off his Lap Earning a Displeased Whimper." Don't Worry, I'll sit in your lap all you want at my house~" you Grabbed his Face pulling him in for one last Kiss, he Hummed Happily as you walked away from him.

As you looked back to Where your Ex was he had of course disappeared, you huffed going around to look for the young man. You'd soon found him sitting in a Secluded an Quiet Corner, his eyes quickly found you and you Giggled at his Angry Expression.

"Can't keep your eyes to yourself can you?" You Greeted Sourly Finding his pouting rather Funny, he Returned your attitude with a Grime stare.

" Keene, Really?~"

He asked Almost Painful Quiet, It made you smile how Jealous he got for you." I'm Moving forward, You should too" Eli's eyes began to wonder your Christmas Fit, Fuckin' Perfect.

"You are my Way Forward~"

He pulled you close, letting his Fingers rest into your hips. Fuck, you'd be lying if you said you didn't love the way he handled you." Show me than~" it wasn't long before you two Desperately Shoved yourselves into a Near by Bathroom, You Two Easily had this effect on each other Your Panties Soaked While he Dick Quickly Grew Rock Hard.

As you slam the door slowly he'd quickly shoved you into the door, he pulled your hips against his Hard an Wrapped his hand around your Neck. He kissed an Licked at your ear aggressively You Mewled into his Grip as he began Lifting your Dress.You Really missed this~ "I need you so Bad Baby~"

"Oh now you Need me?"

He grumbled out an hooked his fingers into your panties before pulling them down slightly, He let his fingers run threw your already soaked Cunt with a smirk."You don't need me, Not if he'd doin' this to you" He shoved his fingers inside with little resistance pulling a Quiet Croak front your throat." I need you please give it to me~" he gave your throat a Squeeze."Why Should I?" You Whimper as he dug his fingers Deep making sure to hit every spot, you Whimper out voice Broken as he squeezed.

"Fuck! Fuck me Hawk Please!~"

You Croaked out in Desperation and he removed his hand from your throat with a Chuckle, he than pulled your Beautiful Brown Tits from the Top of your dress, Softly squeezin' pulling at Them."Fuck your so Fuckin' Pretty~"

You Weren't giving much time to Process his Comment as he was already kicking your Legs apart an pushing into you Sopping cunt, your toes Curled as you lean Further into the door. He slides Deep with a Grunt before Placing one hand onto your Shoulder an the Other to your Thick Waist, You let out a Deep Growl as he Wiggles his Hips Deep in your Hilt, Your Toes Curl in your Heels as he Shoved you Further into the Door."Fuck~ your still made for me~"

he pulled his Hips back far keeping his Gripped Rough on your Shoulder before Quickly shoving back inside with a Quiet moan, you Whimpered Doing your Best to keep Quiet as he Repeated the Act. You Gripped at the Door for any support, he plowed at your Tight Cunt with a Satisfying Slap, the Sound quickly Echoing the small Bathroom."So Good Eli! Don't Stop!~"

He placed both Hands as your Plush Hips an Began Pulling you as Deep as he Could Fit, he Moaned as he pulled your Cheeks apart Getting a Good Look at Where you Were Connected."Keep moving those Hips pretty girl, I wanna be Deep when I Cum~" he Growled as you do as commanded Slamming Back onto his Slong.

"Please Cum in me Eli!~" you Scream as his Thrust Progress Rapidly, you began to Rub at your Clit as your other hand rest against his Hands."Please Eli! Please!~" he entwines your Fingers together as best he Can before he Squeezed them Tight, Dumping his Load into your Squirting Cunt. " Fuck! You Made a Mess!~" his Legs Shook as he let the last Spurts Run Dry an he slowly pulled out, he backed away watching you Dripping by the Door.

You bit your lip at the Warm Fluids Gushing from you an quickly slip your panties back on, keeping his Juices in."I gotta get Going, Gotta Date~" you Mumbled out as you pulled up your Dress legs still Jittering, he Held your Weak Hips softly shoved you into Bathroom Door once again.

"You think I'm gonna let him fuck you?".He Gruffed out Holding your Hips tight, you Laughed Pulling his hands from you."Not together Remember? But he is Bi, I'm Sure he wouldn't mind your Appearance~"

He Grumbled an You Crossed your arms Resting you Back against Door." I'm heading to my Car, I wouldn't Mind my Passenger Prince". he missed you More than anything...but that Damn Keene, he'd Seemed to already have Won a Place in your Heart,

He Exited the Bathroom with you Hugged Close your Weak Hips close to his, He'll show Him...

How to fuck you Right~

More Cobra Kai 🐍

[eustasskidagenda]

Hello! I love your writing! May I request some fluff with Kid, Killer, Mihawk, and Buggy where their s/o who has little cooking experience tries to surprise them by cooking something for them? Whether the food be good or bad is up to you! Thank you and have a good day!

Hi hi! Sure, always up for some fluff and I'm so happy to receive a request with Killer, I love this guy. ♡ Thank you so much for requesting. I hope the outcome will match your expectations. ☆

☆ Kid, Killer, Mihawk & Buggy with a s/o who has little cooking experience

CW :g/n reader, funny, fluff, Kid has a filthy mouth 

WC : 1,4k

Kid 

"It looks like shit. I won't put that in my mouth." 

Kid is a sassy brat because this man is able to burn the water. Spaghetti with garlic, oil, and red pepper flakes is probably the only thing he can cook. Yes, Killer's favorite food. But he won't ever admit that he learned that just for Killer, obviously. He needs to keep his jaggy-attitude, as the good angry punk he is.

Kid knows you have little cooking experience and had tried to eat what you cooked, but he ended up almost suffocating and dying on the ground. He made a promise to himself to only eat Killer's food. And we all know Kid is stubborn. He won't change his mind: you almost killed him, he will never eat your food again.

But then, he notices your sad face, wet puppy eyes and all the effort you put into the meal. And, it’s his favorite food: cabbage rolls. Okay, now his heart is melting, but of course, he won’t admit it.

"Well. It looks like shit but… it doesn't smell that bad." With a heavy sigh, he rolls his eyes and sniffs the plate like a fearful dog. 

He stares at you, suspicious, before planting his fingers on the cabbage rolls, watching if there are no bugs or whatever. Yes, he's been suspicious, petty, and he doesn't give a damn. "It looks… okay I guess." 

Actually, he's confused. That food looks like it's comestible. Perhaps it's a trap. He should wait for Killer to taste it first. Or just stuff those cabbage rolls into your mouth: if you don't die or cough, maybe he'll try it. 

"You know, if I die because of this food, I'll come back to life to avenge myself," before grabbing the cabbage rolls and eating an extremely small slice.

He's sweating, convinced that the nice appearance won't make up for the terrible taste. But… actually… it's… good. Like, he's not dying or suffocating on the ground. He doesn't even need to go to the nearest bathroom. 

"Can I have some more?" After eating the whole plate and almost licking it like a starving person. He doesn't like to give compliments, but do you remember the scene at Udon camp where he was eating? Right now, it's him. So clearly, he likes what you cooked.

Kid is not a man many words and "thank you" doesn't exist in his dictionary. Although he would notice all the efforts you made and even the cuts on your fingers, the words are simply stuck in his throat. But, he would kiss your forehead and smear his lipstick on it. And later, he would leave a handmade metal gift of your favorite flower or animal, as a 'thank you'. Gifts are a way for Kid to show his love. 

"You know what, I've changed my mind. Now I'll also eat your food." With his usual gruff voice and a flustered expression.

Killer

Killer is way nicer than his captain. Quality time is definitely his love language. So if you cook something for both of you, he's honored, truly happy and probably melting inside. The outcome doesn't matter that much. The intention already means a lot to him.

Let’s assume the outcome is not that good.

"Hm, Y/N, that seems… interesting. Really al dente." While observing the carbonized pasta. 

Even without his mask, he's good at hiding his expressions. He's probably laughing because of the SMILE, but actually he wants to cry. He feels truly happy when you try your hardest just for him, but on the flipside, he knows it won't taste good. 

Why him? Is dealing with a brat like Kid not enough for his poor soul?

If he gets sick from this food, who will keep an eye on Kid? He can't take a break with that hot-headed captain. Otherwise, the crew is doomed. 

But he wants to please you, so he will taste it. And even finish the entire plate. Even if it was bad. You tried your best, just for him, all he can do is finish his food. However, he is not dishonest. "That wasn't very tasty, sweetie... But you tried your best to please me, thank you for your time. Maybe we can cook together the next time? I'll teach you some tips." 

Finally, it's a win-win situation: thanks to your limited cooking experience, he has a good reason to spend more time with you. He’s already excited to teach you some recipe.

And as the educated guy he's, Killer will of course make the dishes himself, clean up the kitchen and thank you with a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. So now his purple lipstick is smeared on your face. 

"I need to finish my work… I'll see you tonight. Thank you again for the meal, sweetie." 

Casually walking through the door and once he's out of your view, he would run to the bathroom because he's getting sick.

"Ugh, you did that to yourself" (thank you for the support, Kid)

Mihawk

What a nice surprise to be welcomed with a beautiful table, his s/o well-dressed, red wine and some refined food. After dealing with Perona and Zoro all day, he only needs that. 

Mihawk's high standards mean that if the food is looking great, it's a good sign. He would never approach anything that looks bad. 

He knows that you may not have much cooking experience, but practice can help you make progress, right? Although the last time wasn't good, you can only improve yourself. Right? Right?

At least, if he dies from intoxication, the coffin will already be ready, thanks to his ship. 

"Come share that wine with me, don't stay standing like this." While serving you a glass of red wine.

He's a bit suspicious about the food. Even though the meal may be nice, it doesn't guarantee it's good and tasty. 

He's discreetly taking a sniff of the food. He has good manners, unlike those two brats, so he won’t make it obvious.

"Come sit with me and we can taste it together."

With his hawk eyes, he's looking at you and waiting for you to eat the food first. He's really observant, so he would notice all your expressions, even the most subtle ones. As your face shows no signs of disgust, then he would eat. 

And its taste really good. Although it may not be the most refined, given his high-standard, it's tasty, comestible, and well-matched to the wine. The most important thing for him. You can't waste a good wine with a bad dinner.

"You really outdid yourself, that was perfect. I’m grateful." 

Again, not a man of many words, but with his good manners, he would help you clean the dishes. Before returning to his duties (meaning: watching the kids), he would lend you his hat. This is a simple gift and a subtle way to say 'thank you'.

Buggy

"What, you did that for me? Why…? I mean, of course, you cook for me. What more normal? I'm the great Buggy after all." 

He's feeling quite confused inside. Outside, he's acting as cocky and extravagant as he always has. After all, what’s more typical for the great Buggy to be served with a great meal? That's the minimum he deserves. 

"Alright, let's eat it!" Before stuffing a huge amount of food in his mouth. And almost threw it back onto the plate. It's… foul. 

"Y/N, WAS OUR RELATIONSHIP A LIE THE WHOLE TIME? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?" 

Really? What has he done wrong? Did he leave his makeup everywhere again? Or his clothes? Or maybe it's because he forgot to put down the toilet seat. Or... wait a second... there is red on the plate... red tomatoes… like his nose... are you making fun of him? How dare you? Yes, he's overthinking. 

"That's a betrayal, I'm dying... I'm dead." 

He's yelling and gesticulating wildly, and his face almost turns green due to the awful taste, but also red due to his anger. 

He’s dramatically angry, of course.

"Listen everyone! y/n is trying to KILL me!"

The room is empty but okay Buggy.

He's exaggerating too much, it's not that bad. But here he is, rolling on the floor, holding his stomach, fainting. And as the drama queen, he is, of course, he’s using his devil fruit to fragment his bodies. "I'm so traumatized that I'm TORN apart."

When he notices your sadness, he shrugs. 

"Ugh, Y/N, you know, maybe it was just the first slice…" he would say before giving one more chance to your plate. No, it's still bad. 

"That's a masterpiece, Y/N. I'm in heaven." While trying to hide his tears. "So tasty!"Yes, he's trying to please you, because maybe he overreacted before and maybe he feels bad because you were sad. 

But Buggy is way too loud and clumsy, he sucks with comedy. It's obvious that he's lying. 

"That's fine, don't force yourself Buggy."

"Really? So our relationship wasn't a complete lie? Thank you Y/N, I love… I mean, what are you saying? I wasn't forcing myself, I'm the great Buggy, duh, no one can force me."

[deputyrook]

Impressions- 4/? Mark Hoffman x Psychic!Reader (18+)

PART 1. PART 2. PART 3.

You're a reluctant psychic. He's a detective. And a serial killer.

(Welcome to the point of no return.)

Word count: 4147

NOTE: I have made an executive decision. The reader has a vagina. In other news, this chapter is explicit.

The fic is now 18+ (but why are you reading a saw fic if you're under 18...?) If you don't like smut uhhh idk skip through this one, I guess. Sorry!

WARNINGS: Explicit sex, degradation (minor), manipulation, corruption, stockholm syndrome, general saw levels of horror.

When you wake up again, you do so suddenly, with a gasp. It's like you're taking your first deep breath of fresh air after being trapped underwater.

"You're awake!" Kerry says with a gasp of her own, the sound of her voice coming from the right of where you're lying. Cushioned in blankets and bandages, you feel a little restrained, and have to fight the desire to rip yourself out of bed.

It takes another moment for your awareness to fully kick in. The world remains dark. Your ability to see is simply gone, snuffed out like a candle.

Instead, you can feel. You can tell Kerry is there, to your right, but also that Mark Hoffman is sitting somewhere off to your left. You feel his presence like a beacon- roiling aggression under a composed front, with a deep sense of pride. His concern is sharper than a knife point.

But is it concern for you, or concern for what you might say, now that you've woken up?

Stretching out from your point of origin, you can feel pinpricks of presence, almost overwhelming in number. Fleeting emotions of loss, panic, sorrow, hope, and anger flit past you, but you're able to keep your distance from them, without getting sucked in to the whirlpool of other people's feelings.

That's new.

"Hey Ally," you croak, your voice hoarse, "How about that, huh? Looks like I made it onto Jigsaw's radar."

You feel Kerry's guilt before she speaks, pouring out of her. Gently, she reaches forward and takes your right hand into hers. My fault, my only friend, first Eric and now this. And I wasn't even the first to notice-

"Um, where's Prawn?" You ask, touching your wrist gingerly with your free hand. It's itchy, and you can feel thick gauze wrapped around your wounds. By the smell of disinfectant and the sound of distant beeping, you're fairly certain you're in a hospital bed.

"He's fine," Kerry says, her voice wavering and watery, "I've been watching him. He's been worried sick, you know."

"I guess that makes three people, at least," you say, nodding your head over toward you guess Mark Hoffman is sitting. Off in that direction, you hear the rustle of clothing, like someone is sitting up.

"You can see me?" You hear him ask, groggy and confused.

"No," You reply softly, "Lucky guess."

"There was no tape left behind," Kerry murmurs, brushing her thumb over your knuckles, "We don't know why you were taken. Usually, there's a tape. Were there any instructions left for you? Any clues that you can remember?"

"Christ Kerry, they've just woken up," Mark mutters. With a creek of his chair, you hear him stand, and then a slow sound of heavy footsteps indicate to you that he's walking over to your bedside.

He's been sleeping by your bed, you note. Probably because he's worried you're going to break down and tell Kerry- Mark Hoffman is working with Jigsaw and he burned out my fucking eyes!

"You know how he likes to play with the detectives hunting him, Ally," You say instead, dodging the question about the tape. You have no idea how to answer that. "I'm your best friend. And..."

You pause, mid-sentence. Frustrated, angry, and more than a little hysterical, it's dawning on you now that you're never going to see again. It's at least partially the fault of the man to your left.

But when Mark reaches out and takes your other hand into his, turning it over to trace a spiral shape into your palm, your stomach still flips. The mounting attraction and sexual tension between you hasn't vanished just because you're pissed off and hurt.

Unfortunately.

"And we're seeing each other," Mark adds, simply, "Makes sense he'd go after you."

"Sorry?" Kerry sputters. She actually lets go of your hand, she's so shocked, "What the hell happened to not interested?"

"I knew you'd make a big deal about it," you mumble, going with the lie as your cheeks burn. You hate lying to Kerry, and not just because you hate lying in general.

"You told her you weren't interested?" Mark asks, and you think you can hear a hint of real amusement in his tone.

"Well, I could tell it was a lie," Kerry replies, "but-"

"HELLO?" You raise your voice, cutting her off, "Jigsaw victim? Serial killer targeted me? Deep, deep trauma? Not allowed to make fun of me right now!"

Kerry laughs, and you think you can hear a note of relief in it.

"This is why I love you," She says fondly. "Jigsaw would never be able to kill you. You're the most resilient motherfucker I've ever met. Who jokes at a time like this?"

"Yes, rub in how weird I am right now," You reply, wrinkling your nose. You let go of Mark's hand and push yourself up to a seated position, and then throw off your blankets. Sliding over to the right side of the bed, you sit on the edge of the mattress, suddenly unsure of yourself.

The entire world is still out there.

"Hey, that was a compliment," Kerry says, "You might want to take it easy, though. For real, you've been through a lot."

Heavy footsteps walk around to the edge of the bed you're sitting on, and you can feel Mark Hoffman, standing in front of you. As you reach out, you feel an arm to steady you, and you grab hold of it as you pull yourself up. Beside you, you hear Kerry stand as well.

"Why are two of the three lead detectives on the Jigsaw-Investigations-Unit hanging out by my hospital bed, anyway?" You ask, brushing her worry off, "Shouldn't you be out there casing the s- wherever I was found?"

"Consider it cased," Kerry replies with a sigh, missing your slip-up, "You're our main lead right now. We're going to need to take your statement at the station, once you feel well enough to go."

Mark Hoffman is a stable anchor to lean on. Looping your hand through the crook of his arm, you consider the endless, vast sea of darkness surrounding you. In the far-off distance, various abstractions graze against your awareness, different from the more localized flares of feeling.

You focus and reach out to one of them, with a slight tilt of your head.

A flash, in your mind, of a man and a woman you've never seen before, side-by-side. Her, with dark tightly curled hair, full lips, and decisiveness like an arrow. Him, with a strong jaw, dark eyes, and a barely contained mania that threatens to leak out from the seams. He knows the water just as you do. Neither of you will drown.

You don't know who they are, but you know they will be important.

"Did you... sense anything?" Kerry asks hesitatingly, as though worried asking the question will offend you, "When Jigsaw took you, or when you were in the trap?"

"Too much," You answer cagily, "But I didn't have time to make sense of it. I was a little distracted by the looming threat of death, in my defence."

"Fair enough," Kerry replies wearily. Something beeps, off by where she's standing, and she curses.

"I have to run," She says, "Our tech guy just got in and I have to brief him on the investigation. Hoffman, are you able to take them to the police station for the statement?"

"Sure thing," He responds, "I was hoping we could talk, anyway."

"Right," Kerry remarks. There's a long pause, and she adds with a grumble, "So weird. I don't know how to feel about this."

You fake a grin, and wave her off. As soon as you sense her presence fading, along with the sound of her footsteps clicking down the hall, you turn to Mark Hoffman, let go of his arm, and whack him on his broad chest.

"You son of a bitch," you hiss, whacking him again.

"Hey, hey-" He snaps back, grabbing your hands and holding them firmly in place before you can hit him again, "Stop it."

"I should tell everyone," you whisper angrily, "You took my fucking eyes, Mark."

"John Kramer took your eyes. You think I wanted to put you in that thing?" You try to break free of his grip on your wrists, without success.

"And you just do everything he says, is that right? Two hundred and fifty pounds between him and Amanda both, and you were helpless?" You say, yanking your arms free. Your brain buzzes with the desire to hurt him the way he's hurt you, and you conclude that it's not by hitting him again.

"You think Angela would approve of that?" You whisper to him, "Do you think she-"

Strong hands reach out and shove you backward. You hit the wall, hard. It's disorienting, and with no way to anticipate it or brace yourself, pain blossoms across your back. You feel Hoffman press you against the wall, one of his hands grabbing you by the jaw.

"Watch your fucking mouth," he snarls, keeping his voice low. It's a dangerous tone, and you can't help but feel satisfied, knowing that you're managed to get under his skin. Once again, you've caught a glimpse of the predator hiding under his cool exterior.

Pressing in so close to you, you can smell him, a light scent of amber and cedar cologne. Trying to catch the breath that's been knocked out of you, you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, panting, so close that it's brushing against yours.

A different sensation floods you, your anger melting into molten arousal. The tension between you feels wound to a snapping point, your blood flushing to your cheeks and causing your skin to tingle. His grip on your jaw is tight, almost painful, but you tilt up your chin ever-so-slightly, baring your neck.

You feel like you're going a little bit insane, frankly. Who could blame you, after what you've been through recently? Your body shouldn't be reacting like this, not when you should be furious with him.

But fuck it.

"Or what?" You whisper, "You going to teach me a lesson, Detective?"

Your taunt seem to hang in the air, and although you can't see Mark's reaction, you hear a noise of frustration escape from him. The hand holding your jaw moves to tilt your chin up.

"You've got a smart mouth," He mutters angrily, the pad of his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. Mark leans his face in close, and you can feel his breath on your neck. One of his thighs presses forward, between your legs. Pinned against the wall, you couldn't wiggle out of this if you wanted to- and you don't want to.

"You really sure you want to test me?" He murmurs in your ear, both a threat and a promise. With your heart beating so wildly that you're sure he can hear it, you try to shift, but his weight against yours keeps you pressed firmly in place. The friction from his thigh, and the heat of his breath on your ear, causes you to let out an embarrassing little groan of pleasure.

"Mark-"

"Not your smartest idea," Mark lets out an irritated huff of breath, and another beat passes between you before he continues, voice rough. "You know, I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you, sweetheart."

Fuck. Heat and need crawl up your spine.

"When you were threatening me in your car?" You ask a little too breathlessly, with a raise of your eyebrow. Gathering your bearings, you slip your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him.

"Yeah," Mark answers, lips and teeth grazing your neck, and you shiver. You need more of his mouth on you, now.

Mark freezes, seeming to be momentarily distracted by something.

"Door's open," He mutters to you.

"It is?" You whisper back in worry, grabbing the fabric of his jacket and squirming in his hold, "Can you...close it?"

"You don't want anyone else to see you like this?" He asks with a smirk in his voice, pulling back. You can almost feel his eyes running over you, looking you up and down, "Only me, huh?"

He pulls back not a moment too soon. You can feel another presence approaching your room, and you tap his shoulder hurriedly.

"Someone's coming." Regrettably, and with a grunt of annoyance, Mark lets go of you, taking a step back. You miss the warmth of his body immediately, but you hear someone enter the room not long after.

"Oh, you're up!" A male voice calls out, alarmed, "Detective, please save your questions for later," Footsteps walk over to where the two of you stand, and the voice adds, "I need to check your eyes. Assuming everything looks...stable, there will be some paperwork to go through, and then you should be cleared for discharge."

You hear Mark sigh. An alarm rings out- from his phone, if you had to guess- and he quickly turns it off. Something about the noise nags at your awareness, like you know innately that something is off about it.

"We can do the statement at the station tomorrow. But let me know when you get home," Mark remarks, before adding, "I'll see you later."

And then he's gone too, leaving you with the doctor in a darkened world.

"There's a lot we should go over," The doctor tells you sheepishly, "Things are going to be very different for you, now."

You have a feeling he's right.

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You are supposed to have a long, cold shower when you get home. You are supposed to come to your senses, re-evaluate your choices, and examine what the hell you thought you were doing earlier.

After thinking it over, you are supposed to realize you're acting rashly, being ridiculous, and playing with fire- you can't want Detective Mark Hoffman, knowing what you know about him. What he does to people, and what he did you.

That... does not happen.

By the time you've fumbled your way through your apartment door, cane in hand and sunglasses on, your desire for him has increased tenfold. It only increases further when you realize you're alone in the apartment, with not even your cat to greet you- Kerry must still have Prawn at her place.

It all seems horribly lonely, all of a sudden. You'll never again see your cat's sleepy expression, or the soft fur on his belly when he rolls over. You won't get to look at the art pieces hung up on your walls, or curl up on your couch to watch a movie in the same way as before. As you stand in your entryway, it dawns on you that you're not even sure how you'll make dinner tonight.

Right now you're feeling helpless.

Hmm. Had you thought those words before?

You may be Kerry's only real friend. But she is also yours. And you could use someone to help you adapt to your new circumstances. You could call her, and she would come over to help you. Make you dinner, clean up your place.

But if you're being honest with yourself, Kerry isn't the person you want in your apartment right now, and you don't want to work on adjusting your life. You want Mark here, to fuck you within an inch of your life and make you forget, paradoxical as it is.

Carefully, you make your way over to your couch. It takes a couple of tries with your cell phone, but with the accessibility features turned on, you eventually find Mark's number.

You hesitate.

If you sleep with Mark Hoffman tonight, that's crossing a line that you're not going to be able to uncross. What would Kerry think, to know that all along, not only have you known who the secret Jigsaw accomplice is, but that you chose to fuck him after you found out?

It's not the heat of the moment, anymore. You are here, alone, with a clear head and the time to reconsider and back out of this. You can even just visit Kerry, grab your cat, and skip town. If you keep messing around, you're going to end up actually helping a serial killer- if you're not already.

The notion doesn't bother you. Not as much as it should.

"Hey. I'm at home," You say into the phone, trying and failing to sound casual, "You remember my address, right? I could... use some help. If you're free." You pause, and add in for good measure, "It's the least you can do. You know, considering."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there soon," Mark Hoffman replies curtly, before he hangs up the phone.

You try to tidy up before he arrives, kicking the clothes you can find into your closet and gently putting away some dishes. What use are psychic powers if you keep nailing yourself on your kitchen island every time you walk past?

It isn't long before you feel Mark's presence entering the edge of your awareness. You can sense him, and the electric feeling up pent up energy as he approaches. What's the radius on that? You'll need to experiment, later. The thought of him approaching makes you nervous, your heart fluttering in anticipation and early arousal.

You open the door for him just before he goes to knock on it.

"Hey," You say, "I know, the glasses are a new look, I-"

He is shoving you back into the apartment, mouth pressing against you before you can react. Walking you backward, he is kissing you insistently, aggressively. A hand on your waist squeezes, keeping you exactly where he wants you. Heat seems to radiate from everywhere he touches, sending a heady need coursing through your body.

Mark leaves you momentarily. You hear your apartment door closing and latching shut, and the click of a lock. Then he's back, his mouth on yours again, hard, unrelenting kisses leaving you dizzy.

Every movement is dominant, unyielding. Mark Hoffman leaves no quarter as he groans into your mouth, a low and hungry noise.

"You want me to take care of you?" He groans, low and rough against your mouth, "You need me to fuck you until you go dumb, baby?"

You let out a needy whine in the affirmative, nodding your head as you clench your thighs together. His hands grip your hips, holding you tight in a way that makes your entire body tremble. You know that your face is burning, and it's embarrassing, how quickly you're falling apart under his attention- and he's barely even touched you yet.

Suddenly his hands have left your hips, and you feel a palm flat on your chest, pushing you back. Your lower back stings as it smacks against the kitchen island, and once again, you're pinned. Exactly where he wants you.

"Mark," you gasp out. You can feel the warmth of his body, so close to yours, but he doesn't touch you yet. You reach out your hands to touch his broad chest, running them across the fabric of his shirt, but he doesn't reciprocate.

"What do you want? Use your words," He murmurs into your ear, condescending and teasing. Shame makes your cunt clench.

"Touch me, please-"

"That it? You just want me to touch you?" He mocks. You can hear the wolfish grin in his voice. His hands trail up your body and under your shirt, sliding across your smooth skin. Surprisingly deft fingers pinch one of your nipples, rolling it in a way that makes you cry out and grind your hips forward, frustratingly, against nothing.

"Jesus, Mark," You snap, desperation straining your voice, "You're a dick. I want you to fuck me until I forget my name, is that better?"

He actually laughs, before sliding a hand down the front of your pants. Another gasp falls from your lips, followed by a ragged moan as his fingers slip past your underwear to find you soaked. Calloused fingers tease you as you lean forward, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

Bliss electrifies your body, and you can't stop the whimpers and gasps that escape from you as you as Mark harshly encircles your clit. The pace is merciless, and you squirm under his touch, the pleasure mounting quickly.

God, but you can't even think. You hold onto his arm and moan his name, a sound broken by lust.

"Fuck," He hisses with a groan of his own, "Can't wait any longer."

With a yank, your pants and underwear are around your ankles. You barely have time to step out of them before Mark has flipped you around, bending your body over the kitchen island. His movements are forceful, almost brutal in their execution.

Mark's body leans over yours, and you can feel the press of his hard cock through his pants as he lays his body over yours to speak in your ear.

"You're so fucking needy. You're going to take me so well, aren't you sweetheart?"

It only takes a moment for him to pull back and undo his pants. A jagged, filthy moan is torn from you as he presses his cock inside of you, and with a snap of his hips, he fills you completely. His hands grip your hips so tightly that you're sure they're going to leave bruises across your skin.

His cock feels perfect inside of you, so thick and full that you're sure it's going to drive you insane. It's going to ruin you.

Gripping onto the edges of the kitchen island for purchase, you whimper as he begins to move.

His weight bears down on you, the hard edge of the counter nearly cutting into your stomach. You can't find it in you to care, not with the way that Mark starts to thrust into you, setting a ruthless pace.

He fucks you hard.

"Mark," you eke out, barely able to hold onto the counter. Your entire body jolts with each snap of his hips, slammed again and again against the surface. Heat is building in your stomach, burning through your core.

"Come on baby," He says, voice almost hoarse with lust, "You're making me feel so good. Come on, come on, come on my cock."

A hand reaches around your body, and his fingers find your clit again. They rub harsh, hot circles into your skin. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure taking you to the edge of your release and then kicking you over it. You feel utterly helpless, utterly undone.

You writhe under Mark Hoffman, coming with a cry.

And your reality seems to crack apart. A million futures narrow to a thousand, and as you breathe, you feel the world breathe with you. You feel Mark behind you, inside of you, his cruelty and his oppression, the hunter, the killer, the lover, the sinner-

It's going to rain blood down upon him. Upon you both.

With a few more brutal thrusts inside of you, Mark grunts as he reaches his own climax, slowing to hard, deliberate strokes as he spills inside of you. You moan weakly, already sore, as he continues to move until he's fully spent. Eventually, his movements stop, and you can feel as his cock finishes pulsing inside of you.

Slowly, Mark's hands let go of your waist. He pulls back, off of you, and steps away.

You peel yourself off of the counter and stumble over to your couch, laying down as you catch your breath. After a few minutes, you hear Mark sit down beside you. A hand grazes your leg, touching it almost affectionately.

"We should have used a condom," you mumble.

"Yeah," He agrees, "Doubt you regret it, though," and you have to admit, he's right about that.

You sit in a comfortable silence together for a while. His hand strokes your calf, his fingers running up and down the bare skin of your shin in a soothing motion. It feels good. Calm, after the ferocity of the sex you just experienced.

"I think... I've got to go to the bathroom," you say suddenly, sitting up and surprising yourself with your words.

"I'm not stopping you," Mark replies, and you shake your head.

"No- no, the underground one. The Jigsaw one," You shuffle on the couch, turning fully to him, "I think... I don't know why, but I think I'll be able to find answers there. About the third apprentice."

Mark hums in thought.

"John doesn't know that you know about that," he says, "He and Amanda will be gone pretty soon. And I sure as hell want to know about any secrets waiting for us."

"Then we'll go," You say decisively. You think of your vision of the two other mysterious figures later, and the rainfall of blood. Suddenly, you feel exhausted. And hungry.

"...We'll go tomorrow."

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A/N- I'm thinking there are one, maybe two more parts left in this story. I had a tricky time writing this chapter, so please leave a comment if you enjoyed! <3

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[jacaerysgf]

Can I request something like where Ethan is ghostface obviously and the reader is Dewey Riley's adoptive kid and she kinda blames Gale for what happened to her father and that encourages Ethan to put gale up on the list and forward to the reveal where detective bailey wants to shoot the reader and then she admits to being pregnant and that makes Ethan change since he knows he's the father and is spared from death because Sam and Tara saw he was doing what he did just to get his father's approval and they lie to the core 4 saying Ethan wasn't one of the killers because he promised to be better for the sake of his child?

a/n | i am so sorry this took so long 😭 i kinda glossed over the gale part, definitely not my best work

warnings | murder, angst? fluff ending, kind of rushed? not proofread

Sam puts a protective arm in front of you while Bailey and the two ghost faces stare you all down. You spaced out as you felt like you could barely breathe, you didn't want to die. You blocked out whatever Bailey was talking about, whatever long monologue he was giving. When one of the ghostface’s lifts their hands and takes off their mask, you are greeted with a very familiar face. You feel like your heart has dropped further into your stomach, Sam gives you an apologetic look as you fall from your crouched position to the floor.

“Ethan?”

His grin falls once his eyes land on you. Your eyes drop to the floor not even being about to look at him. You feel sick. Ethan has been your boyfriend for a couple months now, you loved him so much and he seemed to love you too but right now you can't seem to think that. You haven't managed to get over your grief until you met him. The loss of your father was a big hit to you. You could barely eat, get out of bed, you barely even finished the school year. You hoped when you moved to new york you could have a fresh-ish start but you couldn't. At Least not until you met ethan. Ethan changed everything for you. He was like a breath of fresh air, he was so comforting, so kind. He was always patience, on the days you didnt want to go out he would sit with you and listen as you droned on and on about your problems. I guess now his weird look whenever you would complain about gale made sense. He wanted to kill her.

In your daze you must miss the commotion because suddenly when you feel hands grip you and drag you up you look around and notice quinn was.. Alive? And a ghostface? What was happening? You thrash around in Baileys arms while sam and tara give you a look of horror. You suddenly feel a cold metal end touch the side of your head. He was holding a gun to your head.

“Nobody move!”

You cant breathe. You didnt want to die.You stop moving and he takes another step back. You finally lock eyes with the one guy you didnt want to. He has an angry look on his face, it must be at you. You can barely believe this is happening.

“I want you to all give her one final look before i kill her!”

“Dont!” Sam begins to take a step forward before bailey presses the head deeper into the side of your head, “Don't move!”

“Please dont kill me…” The tears are running down your face as you shut your eyes.

You open your eyes and look at ethan who had a conflicted look, “Please ethan…”

“Your silly boyfriend cant save you now.”

You dont even listen to quinns voice as you continue to plead with ethan.

“Im pregnant.”

“What?” “Like hell you are?” “Huh?” “I'm supposed to believe that right?”

You dont care what anyone else has to say as you continue to talk to ethan, “I found at a couple days ago. I was gonna tell you later tonight when you came over for our date i promise,”

“Liar!” quinn hisses at you.

“Im not lying!” You yell out as Ethan stands unmoved, his grip on his knife tight, His gaze remaining locked onto yours. “Ethan please.”

Bailey takes another step back and grips you tighter causing you to hiss out in pain, “Ive let you have your talk now shut up.”

“Let her go.”

Ethan glares at his father who rolls his eyes.

“Dont tell me you believe her.”

“Ethan im telling the truth i swear. Believe me please.”

“Let her go.”

Quinn lets out a frustrated sound as ethan takes a step forward, “oh come on ethan dont act like a pussy for this slut, like you would even be the father-”

In a flash ethan is is suddenly behind quinn and grips her sliding his knife along her throat in, bailey in his shock loosens his grip enough where you can slide out of his grip and you rush over to sam who grips onto you.

“you alright?”

you nod and let out a sigh of relief, “yeah yeah”

Ethan and bailey have a stare down, “What have you done! all our work, all our time-”

“All your time! All your work! I never wanted any fo this! All you knew was oh richie this and oh richie that and im sick of it! I didn't even like richie! Nobody did! nobody other than you and your daughter.”

“who was your sister, who you just killed!”

“I wish i did it sooner.”

Tara gives you an odd look, “do you think they realize were still here?” You shrug.

“Youre no son of mine.”

“I never was! but she,” His blood covered knife points in your general direction, “is my life. and i wont let you take her away from me.”

You let out a barely vocal gasp as you stare at ethan in a daze.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder, “go with tara and find somewhere to hide. something tells me its about to get bad.”

despite the fact you dont want to leave ethan tara is already grabbing your arm and dragged you away. You look back and notice a fight breakong out and gunshots ring. You close your eyes and pray to whoever is listening ethan isn't getting hurt.

You find a safe place farther away with tara and you two crouch together.

“You alright?”

you nod and put your head in your hands, “im alright… I think. You?”

She looks conflicted, “chad…”

“im so sorry tara.”

You place a hand on hers and squeeze it, she gives you a tight lipped smile.

“I should be the one saying sorry to you i mean, youre the pregnant one. If that was real.”

You nod, “it is, i found out a couple days ago. i felt really sick and went to the doctors.”

“How far along you are?”

“12 weeks, found out a little later than most do.”

“holy shit thats fucking crazy.”

Another gun shot rings and you close your eyes.

“God i hope hes okay.”

Tara doesn't reply. just leaning her head back to lay against the wall.

You dont know how much longer passes but it feels like years when the door slams open and a ghostface walks in.

you and tara huddle together and tara grabs a brick that had been on the ground, “stay back you bitch.”

The mask gets ripped off and ethan drops the mask to the ground. His face is covered in sweat and you can see specks of blood everywhere but his remain locked on your figure.

“Ethan.”

He rushes over and drops to his knees, his hands ans eyes frantically checking over you, “are you alright? are you hurt? do you need something a bandage-” you put your hand on his face and smile, “ethan im okay.”

“Was it real? are you really?”

His head drops to your neck as he hugs you, “im sorry im so sorry forgive me.”

Tara noticing sam in the doorway stands and makes her way over to her. Deciding not to comment on her ghostface outfit. “He dead?”

Sam gives a comfirming nod.

“Kirby checked over chad, said if the paramedics arrive soon enough he can be saved.”

Sam smiled as taras eyes light, “really?”

Sam nods, taras face drops as she turns back to look at ethan who was still fusing over you.

“What are we gonna do about him?”

Sam looks at the two of you and thinks it over. The rational part of her (or maybe its just billy) tells her to kill him, its the sure way to keep everyone safe.

but she can't. not when she watches how hard her fought for you. She watches as he cries and holds you while you smile at him. “He can stay. We'll come up with something to tell everyone. I think it'll be just fine.”

[epickiya722]

Every time I see someone say they don't find Midoriya interesting, a piece of me just fades away. I know he doesn't look it, but he's batshit crazy. He is a damn wild card.

EVEN BEFORE OBTAINING OFA.

All Might decided to give OFA after seeing this kid do something crazy (running ahead to save Bakugou from the Sludge Villain... defenseless).

After that, for training, what does Midoriya do?

CLEAN A BEACH!! Keep in mind, he is just a scrawny kid. And then one morning, he just decides "I'm about to do something wild".

He climbs up a pile of trash, and just screams into oblivion with a war cry, shirtless just as the sun is rising.

That's just the beginning!

Kid has punched a robot the size of a building, attempts to fight an obviously dangerous villain with broken bones.

Later during the Sports Festival, he manages to make a new friend with Icy-Hot Princey boy who holds a grudge (I mean rightfully so, but this ain't about him) by breaking his bones and screaming at him and could have got himself killed in doing so. Oh wait! Rewind! Before that, Midoriya goes through an obstacle course race without using his quirk and just being calculating.

AND GETS FIRST PLACE before kids with quirks that can boost their speed!!

After that arc, he faces a whole serial killer!! He gets told not to run off and guess what? He does it anyways!

You know what, let me just list things he is and has done the best way I can because when I say this kid is not what he seems, he is not what he seems.

Doesn't listen, "I do what I want because it's right even though I'll get yelled at for it". Okay, this kid is impulsive sometimes.

Puts up with Bakugou and calls this explosive kid "Kacchan". Who in the hell gives that boom-boom gremlin a cutesy nickname and not once get told to stop using it? Midoriya damn Izuku, that's who.

Wears t-shirts that says other pieces of clothing like "blouse" and "tank top". WHERE DID HE GET THEM?!

Can mimic All Might's face and voice!

Has to be told to keep his emotions in check because they affect OFA, his strongest emotion being anger. And when he's angry, just beg for mercy. Just get on your knees and hope he doesn't break your face or something and embarrasses you. (Muscular got it twice as he deserves!)

Faced an ASSASSIN.

Somehow managed to still move like it's nothing after being shocked by KAMINARI and after that, headbutting through Todoroki's ice wall (by accident). (Class 1A VS Deku fight)

Midoriya is intelligent, he's observant. He's able to work how the function of someone's quirk just by watching. He was able to figure out how Stain's quirk worked and how he's using it. Stain, the Hero Killer.

On that note, he uses his knowledge to incorporate that in his own moves and how he can work with OFA. Midoriya is creative.

Even though he knows the risks, he sometimes pushes his body to the limit and breaks his bones and sometimes still wants to fight despite his body being damaged at that time.

Tried to talk down Dabi the same way as he did with Todoroki and honestly, he deserves some credit for that. It didn't worked, but he tried talking to DABI. Dabi is something else.

There's probably more I missed, but I'm just saying Midoriya Izuku is just more than that sweet round freckled face. And you wouldn't think with that face he would have the body he does. He used to be a scrawny kid. But now? He is a pint-sized powerhouse!

Do not take him lightly. He needs to come with a warning label!

Look, if he's boring to you, fine. I don't care. Didn't write this post to convince you.

I wrote this post to express just how I feel about him.

I know some people are put off by him because "he's the protagonist, he gets a lot of the spotlight".

But that's not stopping me. I mean, Miruko is my number one tied with Midoriya and she shares a lot less focus than he does! To me, a character doesn't have to be minor or a major one to be liked. I look past that role and see their other qualities and in the case of Midoriya, I like his qualities enough for him to be an interesting character to me.

Which is rare for me because my favorites often be the minor characters, characters that don't get as much screen time and aren't as popular. Even for BNHA! A lot of my favorites are characters that haven't spoken in the manga since forever!

(For goodness' sake, I know I'll sound salty for this and I do adore the other characters! The Todoroki's got a whole arc and even an origin to how their whole mess started dating back to when Enji and Rei met! And we still don't know Midoriya’s dad whereabouts! WE KNOW HAWKS' BACKSTORY!! AND WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT HISASHI LOOKS LIKE!! Midoriya barely has had focus for how many chapters this whole ongoing war arc now? Just saying, even though there's a lot of characters, let's not act as if Midoriya gets the spotlight all the time.)

That's just me now.

(Don't even reblog and say something like "Okay, I see your point, OP, but I still think he's boring." Or argue why he's boring to you. Don't even come into my inbox with all that. Again, I do not care.)

[ar-agon]

The Call

This is my first time writing for this fandom. I hope its okay -Ar

Summary: You got a call late at night. One that freaked you out and it just so happened that your boyfriend came right after.

Length: 1351

The killer was after you, that's all you knew. It always started with a phone call. That was the death sentence, your death sentence. All you knew about the killer was that they called him Ghost Face. You didn't know why but you guessed you were going to find out soon. All the doors to your house were locked which only gave you little comfort as you hid in your room. When would he come? You wanted to be ready for him when he arrived, the only weapon that you had was a baseball bat that you clutched tightly as you waited. Maybe he was just toying with you, maybe the call was just to get a rise out of you. To scare you. A knock at your front door made you jump.

"Come on babe, open up," came the voice of your boyfriend Stu after his second round of knocking. You calmed down a bit as you slinked out of your closet and ran to the front door. You were quick to unlock the door and pull your boyfriend in.

"Get in here," you said before slamming the door shut and locking it again.

"Woah, babe. What's going on?" he asked you as he set his hands to calm down your shaky form.

"I got a call from the killer," you whispered.

Stu took a step back and let out a low growl, "Fuck!" He looked around your room quickly then grabbed your baseball bat. "I told him you were off limits."

You stared at Stu in disbelief taking a step away from him. He had always been a loving boyfriend but now he was starting to scare you, "Stu what are you talking about? Who did you tell?" You were starting to panic again. He wasn't making any sense.

"Calm down," he soothed, holding out his hand, "Just take my hand."

You sighed softly and reluctantly reached out your trembling hand. Maybe he was just trying to protect you but his last sentence scared you. It sounded as if he knew who the killer was but that would be impossible. Stu had never been violent, at least not when you were around. He was just goofy and energetic. That was what you loved about him. He got you out of your shell. You were a shy person but around him, you started to open up more. Even made some friends. Once got to the safety of your room he let go of your hand.

"Stay here okay," he tells you as he started to back out of the room, "I'll be right back."

"Please don't go, Stu," you begged as you grabbed onto his arm.

He took your other arm and pulled you close to him. "Baby, I'm sorry. I've gotta go."

"What are you talking about? The killer could be right outside."

"It's okay, I promise."

"But what if you don't come back? Don't leave me alone," you said terrified.

He sighed walking back to you. He knelt down and cradled your face in his hands, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to call Billy." You nodded. Billy was a close friend of Stu's and in turn yours as well. The thought of having both of them at your house gave you some comfort. So, you let your boyfriend go and stayed on the bed and waited. It was starting to take Stu a long time to get back, which just gave you a bad feeling so you crept down the stairs to look for him. As he said he was on the phone with his back turned to you. Which allowed you to listen to at least half of the conversation.

"Leave her alone, Billy," he said into the phone, "this was not part of the agreement. You promised to leave her alone."

Billy must have said something that made Stu angry because his grip on the phone tightened, "she is not a distraction. How could you say that?"

"That's enough, Billy. Leave her out of this."

"Stu?" you spoke up as you saw him getting tense, "baby? What's going on?" Stu whipped around to face you.

"Nothing, babe. Just a little misunderstanding."

"About what?" you stayed by the stairs. Something was going on and you didn't like it. You had always been able to pick up on things really well and this was starting to feel off to you. It was like Stu was somehow involved with the killings and in turn, so was Billy, "What did you get yourself into?"

Stu sighed. He was still on the phone with Billy, "No, I'm not going to do that," Stu answered whatever was said on the other line.

"Do what? Stu tell me what's going on. Please," you urged. You wanted to know so badly, but the fear of what was actually going on had you on guard. You didn't have a weapon anymore. Stu had taken it from you when he walked in. Staying away from him was your only option right now.

"I love you, you know that right?" he asked. Your landline was still clutched in his grasp having moved it away from his ear.

"I love you too," you answered, "but you're scaring me Stu."

"I'm sorry.”

“Stu?”

“I didn’t want you to find out.”

That one statement solidified all of your thoughts. Though you couldn’t believe it was true. Not your Stu. The love of your life. Nothing until this moment ever gave you any idea what he had been up to when he wasn’t with you. When he was hanging out with Billy. You knew now that your boyfriend had been a murderer all this time. That he was this Ghost Face everyone was terrified of. Not just him but Billy as well. Someone you called friend. Was it all fake? Were they just playing with your feelings before they killed you? That can’t be true. Not when Stu had called Billy to defend you. To try to save your life. Though killing people wasn’t something you could just overlook.

“No,” you whispered still in disbelief, “no this can’t be true.”

“Babe, let me explain.”

“You killed people, Stu. How can you explain something like that? What reason could be good enough to make that better,” you said as you stumbled up some stairs, “I… I trusted you. I loved you.”

“Please, I won’t hurt you,” he sent the phone down as he walked slowly towards you.

“How do I know that’s true?”

“Because I’ve never have before and I won’t start now.”

"But Billy wants to. Right? He was the one that made the call."

"I won't let him hurt you," He promised. He held out his hand for you to take. You reached your hand out slowly as you stared at him. You were waiting for him to do something. You didn't know what but that small animal-like part of your brain told you to run.

"Take my hand, please," he asked. His eyes were pleading with you to trust him.

"Stu, I want to trust you," you tell him, "I do but you're a killer."

"That doesn't change how I feel about you and it never will."

You looked down at his hand and back at him. He was still your Stu, you knew deep down that he was but you didn't know if you could overlook the killer part. It was a hard decision but in the end, you decided to put your faith in him. You took his hand and allowed him to lead you downstairs.

"I think we should go to Billy's place," he said as he led you to the door, "he'll explain everything and I'll make sure that he doesn't touch you."

"I don't think, I can see Billy tonight," you tell him as you looked up at him, "not when I know he was going to kill me."

"Fine, alright," Stu agreed as he pulled you into his arms, "we'll stay in for the night."

"I love you," you whispered into his chest.

"I love you too," he answered, "and I'm sorry."

[nevereverthem]

Imagine after sending Ms. Cuddles away that Bonnie developed insomnia which eventually led to Kai becoming Mr. Cuddles 🥰

TVD :

Given the moment this happens, I couldn't get myself to make her lose sleep and end up in Kai's arms as if they didn't mutually stabbed each other not so long ago. Since I kind of try to stick to how the character was written.... before the merge, he doesn't show much empathetic pretty feelings.

So here's my version, with a little twist.

PS : I intended it to be quite short but got carried away. I ended up talking about numerous things before getting to the point, but I hope you'll still enjoy the story.

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May 10th 1994, prison world.

An eclipse. Kai Parker. Bonnie Bennett.

She was chanting a spell that would bring them back to their world.... It stopped abruptly. She's lost her magic. In fact, she's just put her magic in her beloved Miss Cuddles, sending the teddy bear to the 2010's.

Kai's cry resonated through the cave. He walk-rushed right to Bonnie.

_ Where's the stupid bear ?

_ Oh, it's gone. I guess we're stuck here. Forever.

She holds his gaze, whispering.

_ Sorry.

He inhales loudly, an incredulous laugh escaping his mouth.

_ Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie.... You'll regret this.

His psycho smile's been replaced by a menacing expression.

_ I don't think so.

She seems confident, despite being aware of the fact she's locked herself up with a killer. She couldn't let him out of this prison, in the present, murdering more members of his family.

_ You lost your powers. You've doomed us to be stuck here for damn eternity ! You think you had it bad during four months ? Try eighteen years. Alone. 'Cause, I suppose you don't fancy a truce with the enemy around a nice diner.

_ I'd rather die starved and dehydrated under the burning sun than spend one more day with you around.

He huffs in response.

_ Right.... You'll want me back. Somehow. When you've gone insane from the loneliness. No sounds at all, except from yours. Tired of your own voice, you'd rather punch your face than to hear one more syllable come out of your mouth. When you're on the verge of suicide, with no escape from your own mind.... When all of your being craves the only thing left, human company....

He slides a hand in his pocket, pulling out his pager.

_ Beep me ! 555hikai. I'll come and watch the show.

The last thing Bonnie sees is Kai's sadistic grin growing on his face. Then she turns her back, determined to get as far away from him as possible.

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The witch spends several more months in this prison world, going through the routine she had with Damon, now on her own. It seems like Kai didn't bother following her to haunt her days. She's stopped being useful to him after all.

At first she's holding on, hoping Damon got the teddy bear. Her friends will find a way, they'll come and get her out of here. She's counting on them, as they counted on her so many times. She concentrates her thoughts on happy memories with her friends. She counts the days to keep tract of the real time. When supposed-Christmas season comes, she even decorates a tree with garlands and christmas bulbs. Shortly after, she's hit by a wave of angry desperation and burns the tree. Who does she fake happiness for ?

A few more months later, it all becomes unbearable. It's her birthday. She's still in that hellhole. Alone. She's read every book she could find, searched every mystical object. Nothing. No way out. She's been stuck in this place for nearly a year now and she's had enough.

In a last celebration, she finally decides to open the bottle of bourbon Damon and her had made a pact on. After drinking three quarter of the bottle, she walks to the garage, closing the outside door. She starts the car so the carbon monoxide begins filling the room. Then, she slumps down the floor, back against the vehicle.

A camera in hands, she presses the recording button and starts talking.

_ I'm Bonnie Bennett, locked in a time loop in 1994. Elena, Damon, whoever.... Hi. If you find that video, it means you've managed your way in. It means you didnt give up on me....

Tears start gathering in her eyes.

_ I miss you. I miss you so much.... I miss saying hi to strangers, ordering diner in a restaurant, laughing with my friends. Every day with no one to talk to. Going weeks without speaking. The loneliness....

She bumps her head onto the car behind, crying....

_ I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.... I can't.... I promise I tried....

Her sobbing turns into a cough.

_ You know, Kai told me I wouldn't last long. I almost miss him.

She chuckles at her own statement, tears running down her cheeks.

_ You hear that Damon ? I miss that sociopathic murderer. Not that I'd ever forgive his manipulation, the arrow shoot, the chasing, the manhandling.... but I'd settle for a talk. He's the only human left here, wherever he might be. It'd be a hell of a last talk but...

She pauses a second, pondering.

_ I can't let him win. I'm stronger. I know I am.

She immediately stops the video, forcing her body to rise. She stumbles. The gaz has filled her lungs, making her weak. She can't stop coughing, vision blurred. She falls to the floor, desperate to crawl outside....

Suddenly, she hears a door slam open, someone walking in her direction.... Kai !

She makes an effort to look up at him.

He's standing right beside the switch of the garage's door, holding an oxygen mask before his face. He seems.... pained ?

_ You didn't beep me.

Right before she falls into unconsciousness, the door opens, filling the room with fresh air. The last thing she sees is an arm lifting her up the floor and an oxygen mask crashing on her face.

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It's strange in here. All's kinda blurry, green-ish. She doesn't recognise the place she's in.

Two children appear in front of her, coming in her direction. Before she can realise, they both pass through her body before running away.

She's a ghost. Great ! She exhales in exasperation.

She hears knocking behind her. Turning around, she sees a woman opening a door.

_ Malachai ?

Mala.... Kai ?

Bonnie urges to the room. Nobody can see her anyway. She's faced with an unexpected picture.

A little boy's sitting on his bed, brow furrowed, a sad expression on his face.

_ You hate me !

_ No, no my love, I don't hate you.

That's his mother.

_ I already told you. It's safer that way.

_ I just wanna play with my sister.

_ You can't. We don't want you to harm her.

She's stern but soft at the same time. The boy's pleading.

_ I won't ! Please !

_ Malachai, no.

He starts sobbing, tears threatening to run down his face.

He extends his arms, reaching for a hug. The woman cries in pain. It's only a second, but it's enough to hurt her. The moment he hears her pain, young Kai removes his hands, horrified.

_ Mom ?

_ It's okay.

It's faint, but she smiles at him.

Loud stomps are heard in the stairs, the face of a man appearing in the door frame. His father.

The man doesn't say anything. He comes inside the room, wraps his arms around his wife, and carries her outside.

Just before he leaves, he glares at his son, a warning look on his face. Then, he closes the door, the lock clicks. The boy's alone.

He freezes a moment, holding back his tears.

Bonnie stays there, observing him. She can't recognise the emotionless murderer she knows in that little boy standing here, petrified from his own action.

Her train of thoughts is interrupted by shouting coming from downstairs. Little Kai slowly walks to the door, putting his head on the wood, an attempt at eavesdropping. The witch imitates him.

_ See what he did to you ?

_ He didn't mean to.

_ Of course ! Like he didn't mean to siphon his sister last week !

_ He just wanted to play....

_ We almost lost her ! That power, that thing, it kills people ! It's an abomination !

_ I know !.... But he's still our son.

The boy can't hold back anymore, he breaks down, falling to his knees by the door. A flow of tears escapes his eyes, running down to his neck, staining his shirt.

_ Kai....

Bonnie raises a hand, reaching for his cheek. Her hand disappears the moment she touches his skin, sinking through his body. She can't touch anything. Despite facing the man he became, manipulative and vengeful, she can't help but want to wipe away the tears of his younger self....

All of a sudden, the image of the boy fades. It's replaced by short fragments of discussions, people....

She sees it all pass before her eyes. The family reject, locked in his room countless times. The accidental siphonings. The pain. The addiction. The help he never get, learning by himself. Hurt turning into rage. Emotions buried away. Finally d-day. Merge refused. The snap. The killings. The banishment. Flashes of his months trying to find a way out of the prison world. His desperation. The moments he broke everything around him, punching his reflection in the mirror.... Then, all his attempted suicides. As she had just tried. The thing is, he succeeded. He actually did die. Each time. Coming back to life. Each time. Trying to kill himself for years. She saw all those times, all the suicides. Stabbing himself with a knife, throwing himself off a cliff, painkillers overdose, numerous unknown needle injections, shooting an arrow at himself, cutting his arms open with a kitchen knife, car crash, real guillotine in a museum.... She felt them all. She felt them in her body. Excruciating pain, vengeance desire, hurt, rage, fellings, despair.... Then nothing. Void. Just that feeling. They're going to suffer as much as I did.

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Bonnie snaps awake, gasping, jerking in a sitting position. She's panting, trying to catch her own breath.

She looks around. It's the Salvatore house. She's sitting on the couch next to the fireplace. She's actually sitting across someone's lap....

_ Kai !

Eyes wide, she abruptly pushes herself off of him, hands on his chest. Parts of the nightmare she just had make their way through her mind. She freezes, still too stunned to move away. Kai has an arm lazily rested around her waist, a blanket covering them both.

The man hears someone calling his name through his sleep. His eyelids open, watery from a troubled nap. He notices the eyes piercing through his own.

_ Hi ! Awake ?

The witch seems disoriented, wearing a traumatized look on her face. Kai's voice sounds too casual for the position they're in.

_ Oh, yeah, hum.... When I carried you out of the garage and took you here, you started to get all sweaty and cold. The fire and the blanket didn't help. So I figured.... the whole 'body heat' thing.... Well.

Bonnie doesn't respond. She doesn't move either. Kai waves a hand before her face. She doesn't even flinch. Given her lack of responsiveness, the man extends a leg in an attempt at walking away.

She stops him. A hand on his shoulder.

_ That was yours, right ?

The man gives her a confused look.

_ What ?

_ The nightmare... It was yours.

Now, that's his mouth whose's shut.

_ Kai ? Is this all true ? Or did you manage to feed me false visions ?

His expression's petrified, angry-sad-ish ?

_ How ? You don't have your magic back. I would have felt it. How did you-

_ I take that as a yes.

She doesn't know how it happened, how it's even possible. She must have felt him in her sleep and got into his head. She's not supposed to have her magic back. She's doesn't. But she somehow was able to get through him. All of him.

It surely doesn't feel like he's down to have that conversation. And she clearly needs time to process all she's just witnessed in her sleep. But there's one thing bugging her now. It just popped in her head. She was able to get inside his mind because she's here, alive, thanks to him....

_ How did you know I was in the garage ?

The question is enough to get the man out of his thoughts. He's expression's back to 'normal'.

_ I was watching over you.

_ You were... how ? There's nothing here you can get magic from.

A guilty smile grows on his face.

_ Hiding in a house doesn't require a cloaking spell.

The witch's dumbfounded, her mouth opening in an 'o'. She's also kind of impressed by his discreteness, and a tiny bit scared.

_ Stalker much ?

He fake-gasps, being falsy offended.

_ That stalker just saved your life !

_ Why ? You couldn't just 'enjoy the show' ?

Her quoting him after all these months sort of gives him an ego boost.

_ First, you didn't beep me, meaning you didn't know I was there, so that's no fun. Secondly, dying on your birthday ? Even I know it's pathetic. And exhaust poisoning.... Seriously ?

_ You tried it too. I saw it.

How does she.... Right, 'the nightmare'.

_ For the record, it wasn't on my first attempt.

They suddenly both fall silent. His smile fades, her expression darkens. Even though they're discussing the situation, the touchy subject of suicide affects them both too much to keep arguing.

Also, Kai doesn't know how much she saw and he's certainly not letting himself be vulnerable by slipping out information she doesn't already have.

Despite being physically close at this moment and having an oddly casual conversation with him, Bonnie is far from feeling safe. She wraps her arms around herself.

_ Are you here to kill me ?

Kai chuckles, brows furrowed, mocking her.

_ After I stopped you from doing it yourself ? That would be so evil !.... I like the way you think.

His amused grin reappear on his face. The familiarity of his expression nears reassurance. He adds.

_ I'm not here to kill you. I weirdly got used to 'not harming you'.

She huffs in response, eyeing him incredulously.

_ That's progress.

He can look as sincere as he wants, the witch isn't fooled by his words.

_ You wanted to stay close in case I ever happen to find a way out, am I right ?

_ Guilty ! But I got myself useful. I stopped you from.... You know.

Here we go again... She shakes her head, pushing the thought away.

_ Why ? We have no way out. I'm not getting my magic back.

He shrugs, terrifyingly soft in his words.

_ I still want the company.

_ The company ?

Now she's mad.

_ You shot me with and arrow !

_ You killed me with a pickaxe.

_ You murdered your siblings !

_ You....

He stops. He doesn't feel any remorse, he believes they deserved it. But he can't deny what he's done, nor can he form any excuse she would accept.

_ You know you wouldn't have popped out again like me, right ?

Change of subject ? She wants to argue and force him to explain himself, somehow. That's when she remembers the dream, the memories.... She gives in, answering the question.

_ That was the whole point....

_ Don't do that again. Please.

_ You're concerned about me now ?

He exhales, a stupid look back on his face.

_ Look, I was kinda hoping you would get up and walk out by yourself. You were about to, but then you tripped and that was it.... I couldn't let you die. I mean, if I can't get out of here, I'd rather not lose my main entertainment.

She rolls her eyes at the ceiling. That sounds more like him.

After so much unusual conversation, the witch's mouth feels dry, eyes tired, a crushing headache making its appearance. She closes her eyes, hand on her forehead. Kai notices her discomfort.

_ Hangover ?

_ Ya think ?

He nods in understanding.

_ You drank more than half the bottle of bourbon. By the way, what's their thing with bourbon ? That's, ugh !

He wears a disgusted expression, making a giggle escape from the witch's lips.

_ At least, that knocked me out. I haven't had a good night's sleep for ages.

_ I know.

His statement came out a bit too fast. He's nowhere near shy of a person but the lack of restraint in his talk leaves him with an apologetic look.

_ Did you watch me sleep ?

The accusing tone in her voice is flagrant.

_ Oh, no. Please !.... Okay once ! I was intrigued.

He is unbelievable. She's not surprised, but she'd hopped to have a little intimacy. She doesn't want to think about what else he might have seen. She's not going to ask. Ever.

She blinks a couple of times, trying to block any invasive thought about a certain man spying on a naked Bennett witch....

_ Miss Cuddles.

_ What ?

_ I've had trouble sleeping since I don't have her with me....

_ Whose fault is that ?

He's the one accusing this time.

_ I had my reasons.

Silence. He doesn't bother. The witch's mouth opens wide, letting out a loud yawn.

_ Tired ?

She only nods, slowly shifting towards the man, putting her head back on his chest.

Kai flinches at her movements.

_ What are you doing ?

_ Getting back to sleep.

_ On me ?

_ Yep.

Direct answer, as if there was no problem with that. The man frowns in confusion.

_ I may be a sociopathic murderer, Bon....

She notices him quoting what she's said recording her video a few hours ago.

_ ....but I'm clever enough to know I'm the last person you'd like to willingly cuddle with.

She steps back, looking straight in his eyes.

_ You're right. You're a bad person craving for touch, and I'm desperate. Win-win.

Her blunt logic hits something inside of him.

_ You think that low of me ?

_ Didn't show me much better.

_ Fair enough.

In a silent agreement, she places her head back on his chest, Kai's arms wrapped around her waist in a shy embrace.

_ And from what I've seen, I'm not the only one who could use a hug.

He wants to argue, but then remembers.... She knows. She saw him. Little Kai. 'Right where it hurts', he thinks.

_ Does that mean I've become your new teddy bear ? Am I the brand new Mister Cuddles ?

His voice sounds so excited it's endearing. Bonnie looks up at him. He winks, offering her a stupid grin, which hides much more. She has proof now.

_ Shut up.

She lowers her head, eyes closed.

_ If you promise not to invade my head again.

_ I'll try.

It may be a mistake, a bold move, a dumb experience, call this what you want, but she needs it. Wether it'd be a friend, a complete stranger, or an enemy.... She needs it. Human touch. She's got no magic to be sucked. It's 'safe'. For now....

A few minutes later, she's already fallen asleep.

Kai's watching her, sleeping in his arms, chest heaving at each intake of breath. He thinks about planting a kiss on top of her head, but it's not worth the risk. He doesn't remember the last time he got to hold someone, or the last time someone volunteered to hold him. He's thrown his feelings away a long time ago, but he would be lying if he'd say this didn't make his heart beat faster....

The End.

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Words : 3k ~ how on earth ? When I said I got carried away. 🙄

That took fricking long to write !!

I don't even know if it actually respects the request. >< Sorry ?

Next time, say it if you want me to change Kai's personality a bit. If you want him to have more feelings than in the actual TV show, especially before the merge.

Don't hesitate to tell me your impressions.

✨❤️💀❤️✨

[phoenixisdabestwriter]

"Oh come on, you really believe I'll help you out for free?" The male lead on your television said.

"Please! He needs saving!" The female lead screamed.

You soon tuned it out, tapping away on your new phone. You just needed some more background noise for tonight. Even though the rain that was pouring quite heavily usually sufficed as background noise, your brain was running fast, your thoughts almost debilitating and all consuming and the silence of only just having the rain was simply not enough, so you had turned on your TV and settled on some random soap opera.

You checked the last of your messages, giving a final update to your last friend before turning it off and putting it on the coffee table.

Tripping down a steep cliff, breaking your old phone, and then subsequently getting robbed by a fox of all animals and not another hiker was not on your list of how you expected your day to go earlier.

It had been chaotic to say the least.

You turned your gaze away from the ceiling, looking out the window. A clap of thunder boomed, followed by three quick flashes of lightning far off. You sat up, watching as the rain pelted against the window, turning everything into a hazy blur. Exhaustion ebbed at your mind. You were getting tired.

You got up, stretched, and looked down at your remote control, debating if you should keep the TV on or turn it off when there were three loud knocks on your door in quick succession.

You flinched, heart racing as you stood still. Somebody knocking at your door? In this storm? That couldn't be.

But it was, for three more quick knocks followed after a tense few seconds. You scrambled over to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and put it behind your back before tip toeing over to the front door. Just in case if the person knocking was a serial killer or a particularly angry former acquaintance.

You silently cursed as you instinctively checked the peep hole only for it to show nothing because you broke it 6 months ago and had been procrastinating on getting around to fixing it. You took in deep breaths, the cold metal handle of the knife behind your back digging into the flesh of your hand as you slowly unlocked two of the three locks and opened the door, partially peeking through it.

The person standing on your doorstep was soaked through, long dark hair plastered against their dark clothes which you guessed looked like a kimono of sorts and their pale face, which was partially covered by their hair.

"Can I help you?!" You shouted over the rain, hoping the downpour didn't wash away your words.

"I'm sorry to bother, but could I stay for the night?" A familiar voice asked.

One that you thought you wouldn't hear in real life unless you somehow met the voice actor at a convention. You blinked in shock as the man moved his bangs out of his face, an apologetic smile on Suguru Geto's face as he looked down at you.

You closed the door, slowly undoing the locks. This can't be real, right?! He could just be a really good cosplayer with an eerily similar voice as in the anime. Yes, this guy was just most definitely a cosplayer.

Stop overthinking, it's just your nerves, you've had a long day, there's nothing to worry about. You chided yourself.

You opened the door, stepping back to invite him in.

"Come in! Quick, this rain is a mess!" You exclaimed, hoping your nerves were not showing in your voice.

The Suguru Geto cosplayer (?) scrambled in, leaving a trail of water as he entered. You managed to maneuver your body close to a nearby cabinet and gently place the knife behind your back onto it. You stared at the man, who was surveying your house. His black, monolid eyes were calm, not judgemental as he did so.

"Uh... I'll get you some towels! So you can dry off!" You managed to say before scurrying off, not waiting for a response.

You opened the door to your bathroom, hands shaking as you grabbed some towels. He really looked like Suguru. Should you ask him for his name? What if he simply offered 'Suguru Geto' as a name before he decided to murder you and throw your body into a garbage dump? You hated intrusive thoughts but situations such as these made them worse to deal with.

You took the towels quickly, finding him to be in the same spot you had left him in the dim entry hallway, the only lights on in your house being the TV still playing that ridiculously loud soap opera.

You extended the towels towards him, trying for a smile.

"Here you go. Got you some towels."

That was so lame and cringe. You thought to yourself.

The man smiled, which made your heart do a staccato. It was a very attractive smile. He grabbed the towels.

"Thank you very much. Again, I am sorry to bother you but well I got caught up in this storm..." He shrugged, shaking his head. "I certainly wasn't expecting it."

You bit back a retort about checking the weather app and instead said, "Yeah, I understand. The weather around here is a little unpredictable, which is why I stay inside for the most part."

Oh great, you were revealing how much of a shut in you really were. How splendid.

The cosplayer laughed and you almost gasped. He sounded so much like Suguru. You definitely should ask him for his name.

"That is a smart move in living in such areas." His head swiveled around. "Do you happen to have a bathroom I could dry myself off in?"

"O-Oh yeah. Just follow me." You said.

He stayed in step beside you as you walked out of the entryway, into your living room, and then down another hallway, the drip drip drip of water echoing. You stopped at the end of the hallway, pointing at a lone white door.

"There. That's the bathroom. I'll see if I have any spare clothes for you to put on and I can fix up some warm food so that way you don't get sick." You said, smiling.

He looked down at you, nodding slowly. "Thank you very much."

"Of course. It's my pleasure to help out." You stated, turning and then walking away.

You opened a different door, entering the guest room. You flipped the switch and a warm glow encompassed the room, coming from the ceiling light. You went over to the closet, opening the door and rummaging through it. An old friend had left some of his clothes behind the last time he had visited, which looked to be around the size of that Suguru cosplayer's measurements.

You took out a white Henley shirt, black pants, and some black slippers before leaving the room.

You stopped outside the bathroom door, slowly knocking on it. The muffled sounds of grunting and shuffling stopped.

"I brought you some clothes. I'm not sure if they'll be a perfect fit but they're what I have for you." You said.

The door creaked open and your eyes widened perhaps a tad bit. The shirtless cosplayer with only a towel around his waist looked down at you, a playful smirk on his lips. You tried not to stare at his sculpted physique, which still had some water droplets dripping down it.

"Uh, here you go!" You exclaimed, extending your hands with the clothes in them. "I'll get started on something warm for you to eat. Some soup would do you good."

He grabbed the clothes, fingers slowly running over the fabric of them. He glanced down at the clothes and then back at you, chuckling.

"These seem like a near perfect fit, where did you get them?" He asked, tone teasing.

"Oh, they're from an old friend." You supplied, not noticing the way the corner of his eye twitched. You stroked your chin, oblivious. "He left them here last time he visited, which was... hm, quite a while ago. 7 months ago? Either way, the last time I saw him, he had a similar build to you."

"And you could tell that from my baggy clothes?"

"Oh yeah, that old friend taught me how to do so." You smiled absently at the memory before shaking your friend. "I'll go get started on that soup. You change and it'll be ready soon."

"Thanks again for letting me stay out of the rain." He said, almost softly.

"No problem." You said, walking towards the kitchen.

You went to one of the black cabinets, opening it to find a can of soup, well technically stew, available. You took it out, grabbed a small pot and can opener and went right to work.

You hummed as you prepared it, grateful to have plenty of that beef stew (or as you simply just liked to call it, soup) available. It was simple, hearty, and filling. You turned the stove on, pouring the soup in the pot and letting it heat up.

Footsteps sounded from behind and you turned around to see the Suguru lookalike standing at the kitchen entrance, staring at you. With the kitchen lights off, you could see him more clearly. He looked so much like Suguru that it was as if he simply came out of the pages of the manga itself.

"That smells good." He said, walking over to you. "What kind of soup is it?"

"Beef stew." You answered. "I know it's technically not a soup but I don't really care, soup and stew are the same to me."

He glanced at it before looking back to you. "Say, in all of this bit if chaos, I've forgotten to ask for you name. What is it, by chance?"

"Hm? Oh, it's (Name)." You turned to look back at the soup to see the broth boiling. You checked the clock on the stove. 3:25. Just two more minutes then to turn it off. "What's your name?"

"Geto Suguru."

It was almost as if the world tipped with that sentence. That very simply sentence.

"That's... Are you not a cosplayer then? You look like this one character's doppleganger and I thought you might say that character's name instead." You said, hoping the deflecting joke landed.

"A cosplayer? Nah, that's my real name."

You looked back to the soup, which was boiling even more now. You turned it off, silently grabbing a bowl and a spoon from a cupboard.

"Geto Suguru... that's a nice name. Sounds Japanese, are you from Japan?" You said slowly, grabbing the handle of the pot and pouring the soup into the large bowl.

Something in you told you with a certainty that you couldn't even usually deny that this man was the real Geto Suguru and that you had to tread carefully

"Yes, I'm from Japan." Geto said, a charming smile on his face.

"I've always wanted to visit Japan. It looks so nice there." You say, your panic slowly rising as you try to make small talk with a fictional chaaracter who somehow came to life.

"Yeah, it is." Geto tugged at the sleeves of white Henley. He looked extremely hot in the outfit, you had to admit, especially with the way it snugly fit the muscles on his arms. "You've never been?"

"Nah, haven't had the chance to yet. Been pretty busy lately." You put the dirty pot in the sink, turning back to him. "Alright, your soup is done. You can eat it now."

"Thenk you very much, (Name). It has certainly been an experience meeting you."

[analviel]

ATLA NETFLIX, some of the thoughts I wrote down while watching:

The costumes!!!!!!

Fire. Bending.

The bending in general but FIRE bending and the way it left the victims.

Gasp! Oh, oh, oh! Help was sent to the earth kingdoms, maybe not the best fighters but still a lot of them, that's why the air nomads were wiped out and the southern water was devastated while the Earth kingdom stood the strongest. I like the way they set this up.

AAAAAAANG!!!

AIR NOMADS!!!!

Monk Gyatso!!!

Kinda bummed that Katara didn't break the ice by getting angry but I'm gonna be optimistic.

Hoooooo Sokka and Zuko exceed my expectations! "His destiny". "Repeating it doesn't help".

Although, the face burn is a bit underwhelming especially with what we just saw of the previous fire victims.

Sooooo excited for all the bending!!!

THE COSTUMES! THE TATTOO, ESPECIALLY THE WAY IT'S PLACED AROUND HIS ARMS!!!

Idk why maybe bcs Katara is my favourite so I'm watching her but she feels so.... Hmmm. Quiet. What happened to her lines at the beginning, for someone who's words are the first we hear in the OG.

When Sokka said "Before you kill someone", I expected at least a "Sokka!".

I do love the actress with the lines she's been given tho. With the rant to Sokka on the Air Temple. Gets that hopeful glint Katara has.

Zuko flipping out yes! He's so... Spazzy, does that make sense?

I'm not too young, I just haven't seen the world yet- Suki

Suki and Sokka are sooooooooo awkward I LOVE IT!!! Also that Mulan make-up remover. Asians are just built different I guess.

AANG AND KYOSHI!

Katara standing in Zuko's way- I can't wait until Zuko offers to kill her mother's killer with her!

We got Azula!!! Oh I love those first lines delievered like that!

Did I mention I love how Zuko is visibly falling apart, barely able to keep himself together, because I do, I really do!

Okay I'm gonna say it, Katara feels like she's just being dragged around everywhere. No- no initiative.

I....

Do not like that.

Feels like she's not getting riled up enough by Sokka maybe.

Mai is SO Mai, you can hear it so well!

They did Jet's intro good!

My Cabbages! The most passion so far!

Ooooh! Oh I do adore the secret tunnel scene in this!!!!

The Bumi actor is so good.

A friend. A friend! The direct Aang/Zuko and Gyatso/Iroh parallels.

The Zuko redemption storyline is living up to itself so far.

As for Azula, I really wished they left the breaking down era a little bit later. Like yeah, Azula wasn't right in the head from the beginning but that was shown more in how terrifyingly aloof and unstoppable she was in the earlier episode I believe but, well.

There's already a bond between Aang and Zuko but I've yet to see anything half like OG Katara and Aang!

Hmmm, actually, regarding Azula..... Ozai is, weirdly, invested in Zuko in a way we could've said OG Ozai would never say that. Which explains Azula here.

I love the avatar state glowy effects!

The sexism against Katara doubled and coated with genuine concern and real-life reasons that makes it hard to counter argue is making me lean in, in anticipation of how it will make my Katara blow up.

...... So no plan?..... I'm working on it, Uncle.

Sokka rushing towards Katara to 'convince her'.

Azula and Katara in the same episode is foreshadowing parallels.

Excited to have Katara's bending to visibly improve, like in the OG. And by that I meant how organically her water whip evolved smoother and faster in the animation. Like, you could see it.

........ Pakku vs Katara. Love the action, the effects. It could've been so good in regards to catharsis if Katara had just raged...... I'm just. Not going to.

Getting rid of their machine controls renders the fire army sitting ducks in the middle of ocean. Which makes me think of that reverse AU where the water tribe conquers the world.

If the water benders all work together, they can just have a giant tsunami turn them all over.

Master? Master Katara?...... That's so.... It's surprising rather than something you'd anticipate and cheer when we finally gain it.

Not a single waterbending training montage with Pakku. I'm still not sure if Pakku trained her or just gave her the title.

I like that I can tell that they know what they want to do with Sokka.

Not so much with Katara.

I gasped when all the Northern Tribe female waterbenders stepped forward like that.

So. There's a lot of stuff that they removed and added that I didn't like- less 'added', and more 'rushed'. Things that should've built up gradually, that could've been revealed in little bits were just immediately shown to us- my example here is Azula. When I first saw Azula, she was terrifying, her and her group were both my dream group and incited fear and awe in younger me, I didn't think she was insecure, I didn't think she was scared, she was practically the damn terminator with that epic episode of tracking the gaang slowly but steadily and driving them to exhaustion.

Is she actually insecure and batshit insane and scared? Yes. Was that what you were supposed to be able to tell with a single glance? No.

At first I thought maybe I was just biased with Katara, but I also feel like a lot of stuff they did with Azula was just.....

They did Sokka good, which was actually who I was concerned about the most. Zuko- I really love his portrayal. My moments of doubt with Aang are actually closely tied with Katara, which makes sense because hello, their friendship and bond was very important to the whole thing. Would've been a wonderful contrast to his Past bond with Gyatso and his Future bond with Katara.

I do think it's good.

Let me marinate on this.

[just-jessiejames]

Ahem *clears throat*

Attention all Tylorpe shippers, I have a very important question that I just would enjoy hearing other people's thoughts on.

How far gone do we all believe Tyler to be regarding Laurel's manipulations?

She believed him to be a willing participant, but that could be her own hubris. We know Tyler was definitely angry due to what Nevermore and the outcasts ended up doing to his mother. But how far gone is he really? How willing do you all believe he was in the end? We do have to remember, the Hyde is a two faced beast. Two sides of a coin that flip in an instant, so how much of the blood-lust is Tyler's and how much is the Hyde's.

It's just fun to hypothesize. I do believe Hunter confirmed that Tyler was playing Wednesday from the start and never had feelings for her, which does change my perspective on how far gone he is, if none of those positive interactions were real then he could be a lot farther gone than I had hoped honestly. Meaning he is closer to the cold, sadistic killer than he is that nice barista.

However, all of those interactions imo are hard to entirely fake, I mean how good a liar is Tyler? He seems pretty darn good, but emotions are hard to fake enough to FEEL real. (Though I guess killers are typically good at this sorta stuff, mmm.) Food for thought I guess, it's hard to say whether he just played up the loverboy angle and was really just an evil bastard the whole time, never once showing any ounce of real sympathy or compassion; or if some of it was actually genuine, just skewed and not whole truths.

I think he deserves a redemption arc though. Seeing him going from being a manipulated child suffering from abuse related Stockholm syndrome, to realizing that what Laurel said may not really be everything there is to this situation would do wonders for a character arc. It would be great to see him breaking free of the mentality his "master" had, and growing to have his own separate views on the situation. Maybe even gaining sympathy for the Nevermore populace.

Though as far as I know right now, if he really is closer to that sadistic cold blooded killer, then he never really cared about the outcasts and it was all a farce. Which in the end means he'd have one hell of a redemption arc to go through, we'd really have to see him get knocked in the head hard with some sort of empathy for outcasts. What exactly would spur change I'm not certain of yet?? Especially if he's really locked into Laurel's mentality. It can take years to shake an abusers/captors grooming.

Anyways, I would LOVE to hear everyone else's thoughts, honestly I'm just rambling here now. Been thinking about this a lot. I like Tyler, I think he could be a lot more complicated as a character. I think there is a lot going on with him. Do I think the show-runners will treat his arc well? God idk, hard say. Leaning towards pessimism because I feel like they might just go the "he's just evil" route and keep him as a villain who will probably end up dying as most narrow-minded villains tend to do in these shows when their story-lines are treated poorly :(

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Today is the day Andy Barber kills me

18+just incase warnings for The Purge mention of violence and killing knives gun serial killers death Andy being mean anger arguing fear from The Purge comments and replies welcome no reposting or publishing

I should have never gone out with him. I even if I broke up with him now it wouldn't matter somehow I know it someone would still come out after me.

"Honey?" I jumped as he put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry you ready to go?"

"Yea," I swallowed hard.

"It'll be ok, just like last year. It's safe."

The DA's office has a bunker used for the purge. Large enough for the lawyers and families. Andy lied and said we got married in Mexico. Three weeks after we first started casually seeing eachother the founding father party was elected and 4 months later we were exclusive then 6 months later the purge was put in to law but 5 weeks before that Andy took me on vacation to a Mexico resort. I dont know why but he.. not not until the Purge. Everyone expected years for it to be actually put in effect. 3 weeks later the first one started. I had no idea the time frame it sounds insane because it is

I remember we were watching a movie I was laying sort of in his lap but on his side and there was breaking news that cut through.

My hand flew up to my mouth and I gasped.

Andy was silent and he couldn't move because of me.

"He stroaked my hair

"Andy I, I dont know what to do.I can't I am I supposed to get a gun. Don't worry baby, he kissed my hair. The DA office has a plan for us, families.

"Andy we're not.-"

"I told them we were his hand ran up and down my arm to sooth me. That's what the vacation in Mexico was for I said we got married there and weren't telling anyone. Only the mayor knows he was the only one who needed to know. I said we wanted it to be a surprise and have a party and ceremony that we can plan on our terms out way get custom rings and that you were being very picky wanting perfection" he kissed my shoulder, "DA gets his own special room." He wrapped his arms around me. "We'll be safe. You'll be safe."

"Andy why didn't you tell me? You should've told me." I didnt know if I was happy or mad or relieved or ... or I don't know what.

"I didnt think this would happen so quick it was a just in case. When the mayor told me it was just for families and I said my wife will be relieved. I didnt have time to tell you."

"You knew before hand and didn't tell me?"

I was shaking.

"Because I knew that this would happen. I didn't want it on your mind but-"

"Andy you didnt have to have all this on your mind all by yourself. You dudnt have to do that. Promise me you you won't do that ever again."

"I Promise."

This year our relationship was mine and then it recently had become bit more . Well, more than a bit rocky. And I don't know why but it is. And I saw Andy was hiding knives and guns."

" I'll maybe I'll stay here. Maybe it'll be-."

He looked me square in the eyes. Holding my shoulders.

"Baby well be in a steel reinforced room that once I press a specific code on the inside it can't be opened from the outside. Okay."

"Okay." And then I looked down. Now I know for sure- Today's the day that Andy kills me.

"Come on. We'll pick up some food and well be safe you'll see."

"Order whatever you want Baby ok."

I get some fried chicken a a meatball hero for Andy and I to share and a peice of cake. He insisted on paying because that was the deal we came to. If one of us insisted on taking the other out for a celebration than that one pays. Otherwise it dutch unless its an anniversary.

I knew he'd be angry about the price but I just didn't care.

And now we're locked away, in my steel cage. One last meal I guess .

"Ok what now?"

"What?"

"You acting like... this... you're crying and-what this isn't enough for you."

"I'm sorry. I'm I'll stop. I'm grateful from everything you've done for me. I truly am Andrew I hope you know thst."

"So why have you been so god damn distant?"

"Me you're the one who starts yelling half the time. You come home late and upset and I know-"

"You know," he chuckled "You know what you don't fucking now anything."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry um so sorry please Andy just. You don't have to do this."

"I don't hu. Because I think I do."

"No please."

"For the love of fucking God."

"Andy."

"No we are in here for 10 hours so, so yea were fucking doing this. What the hell have you been so upset-"

"Can I just finish my dinner first. Please." I sniffle.

"Fine fine fucking eat away"

"You should eat too" I say

He just scoffs at me

"I'm sorry Andy. But please just rethink this. I'll leave when it's over you do-"

"Stop telling me what to do."

I broke down crying hyperventilating

"I'm sorry I'm..... so... s...... sorry....eeee please Andy I swear. I will leave you'll never see me-"

"STOP" His eyes are closed tight.

"again please Andy I know I know it's but I know you you'll regret it you please-"

"STOP IT"

"I just don't want to die please don't kill me." I look up at Andy and his mouth is open and

His eyes are starting to become teary eyed. I guess he didn't think I'd know that he'd be able to...

"If you have to just please make it quick i dont want to be stabbed or shot multiple times please you owe me that much after everything we've been I know I won’t last until morning and

"What" a broken voice somes through. He bends down to me.

He reached out with his hand to touch my face and I tried to pull back. I did as far as I could. But the wall was behind me.

"Baby I would never, never hurt you. I'd never " his eyes were roaming around my face.

"Andy the knifes and gun I saw them all. I know its just us don't"

He wrapped his arms around me. Tight.

"They were for protection just in case. God forbid something went wrong. I'd never I know The case has been hard and I know I've been snappy and rude and I'm blaming you but I-I' never."

"Andy, you said we were safe in here."

"We are. But I wanted safe guards. You really thought I'd kill you?" He looked so hurt and I think betrayed.

"Andy we've been fighting everyday. Outside of that we barely talk. It feels like it's just yelling. We don't even sleep in the same bed anymore." I looked at the floor continuing, "I've been waiting for you to break up with me and then I realized the purge was comming."

"Oh sweetheart no I-"

He wrapped his arms around me.

"The case im working on. The women this man hurt all Young pretty brunettrs looked so similar to you. They could've been you. I just- the day I saw those phones I bought whisky and scotch and sat in the driveway and drank and cried. I because it so easily have been you."

"I remember that night you I thought you cheated on me you smelt like a whore house all sweat and alcohol. Why$d you stop sleeping with me.

"The first night I had a terrible nightmare. Just that it was you. That i walked into thr crime scene and it was you on the floor. The same thing the next day. "

"So that's why you were lying to me? Andy you promised not to keep-"

"It wasn't a secret. We decided that I should try and-"

"We? Andy you never talked to me."

"No this therapist I've been seeing."

"Seeing?"

"As a patient. " he sat down across from me. That I needed to separate my personal life from the case and my fears. I knew you are safe but they were so terrifying. And I wasn't sleeping and I'd snap at you... well you know. I was Half of me was terrified I'd get attached and end upnwith a broken heart again because we were yelling and if not that what if we have the wrong man what if you'd be next I'd never forgive myself. But the other half of me know we have the right man. He even confessed showed us where more bodies are burried."

"Oh God Andy" I only knew now that the public didnt know half of the story probably because of purge news.

"But even though he was in custody and you were safe from him And I was afraid I'd push you away with just my nightmares. Every night. I'm taking pills just to sleep im just. I also don't want you to see me like that like this. I ways carry a gun now and knives and

"Andy." I threw my arms around him.

I had no idea he was this scared about this his case. He usually talks about his cases and I figured it was a hard one but nothing like this.

"Andy look at me you. You are an amazing man

I am so sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you just cheating on me."

"No I'd never cheat I just couldn't handle the pressure of the case and I wanted to protect you from it but I guess I made things worse."

He looked so guilty.

"No Andy you made nothing worse.

I'm the one who just assume you hated me that is one me. I could've talked to you-asked."

"Baby you're sitting here crying because you were sure I was going to kill you. "

What was I to say to that? it was true. I was so sure of it.

"Yea but you fixed it. You finally opened up."

"After you cried."

"So I'm pmsing"

"No you're not you have bhtat 2 weeks ago."

"See you're not ignoring me."

"I was wondering why you were getting one of every favorite thing like convict on death row."

"Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll be killed in the purge orand then yiu and I take another long vacation hm? Or if not now then when the case is over. Or better yet you let your co-counsel set in because Andy this case is making you I dont know its not good for you. He confessed he showed everything theres no need for you to continue this as the lead prosecution I do not care what the mayor says so just how up on the last day you know the news will just be on the purge for the next month basically."

Andy was sniffling and moved besided me.

"Yea I think you're right."

"I'm sorry did I just hear Andrew barber say I was right- Have I died and gone to heaven."

"Well baby I guess I have to stop practicing my opening and closing speeches on you." He reaches for a peice of my cake.

"Oh no way that is happening I love learning tips and tricks to get people to do say and think whatever I want."

The rest of the time in the bunker we cuddle and watched TV I fell asleep in Andy's arms and I woke up on them too. I have never been so happy the purge was around.

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[beevean]

Cecile: Annette do not hate the Belmont boy: after all we all run away at some point in our lives...

Annette: Well I guess you're ri-

Cecile: Not that those fucking whiteys over in France would ever understand or care about what we've gone through!

Annette: Hell no!

I'm 100% convinced that Nocturne overall was a first draft because jesus the flow of dialogue in that scene is atrocious

Cecile literally undermines her own point. She starts off with an attempt to make Annette sympathize with Richter, subtly reminding her that she too used to be afraid...

... then she also calls her out for not listening to her ancestors, which is also a good point, as Annette has been shown to be brash and stubborn...

... then she says more or less "your entire character life has been defined by your past as a slave,", which is just funny...

... then she says "your past as a slave is what makes you so angry, but slavery is not the source of your power, because despite what they say slavery is not the natural order," which yeah! Good! It's the usual mentor stuff, you know, "power shouldn't come by anger and hatred," but it's something Annette needs to hear. Cecile is being a good mentor so far.

... then something about how "petty devils" like Vaublanc will convince her that slavery is normal which is not the case, which is meant to give her hope...

... and then somehow we end up with "AMERICANS FRENCHIES DON'T CARE ABOUT US! THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT OUR PAIN!!", and this only proves Annette and her sense of superiority over Richter right.

Annette started off by saying that her running away from her slave over is completely different from Richter running away from his mother's killer. She was justified because she suffered, he was "useless as fuck". Cecile basically said "well no, but actually yes".

the absolute bruh. This can only be compared with Lenore flowing mid-speech from "I can't let you go, that would be betrayal to my sisters" to "what my sisters are doing is wrong, we can flee together". Can you guys please proofread?????

(as a bonus point, saying that "humanity did not enter this world dragging armies of slaves" is kind of an idealistic view point: while slavery is not good, certainly shouldn't be what a society should be based on, it is sadly an ancestral part of human culture, and it has nothing to do with race and everything to do with conquest. Saying that humans aren't born in chains is a different thing and it's true.)

[eustasskidagenda]

hello im so excited that your ask box is open and youre taking requests! i dont request things often, so this might be a but of a weird concept, and i apologize if its too detailed. however the idea literally wont leave me alone. orz;;

maybe eustass kid has a crush on a somewhat reserved reader whose slow to open up and he hasnt quite realized thats what hes feeling until they stop on an island and meet readers childhood friend. they show a whole new side of themself with said friend by laughing openly, making stupid jokes, being much more physically affectionate. basically reader acts close with an old friend and kid gets jealous about it.

i dont mind if you do a oneshot, drabble, or headcanon, im just curious about your thoughts on this :3 thank you so much and i hope you have a great day!

Hello dear anon! Sure, I'm always happy to write for my pookie. It was fun to write, and it makes me smile a bit because Kid is such a mess, I love this angry tulip. Hope it will match your expectations. ☆

☆Kid with a s/o slow to open up

CW : g/n reader, a bit of cursing but fluff overall

WC : 700

Kid has always been loud. Whenever he's angry, he needs to shoot at someone. What can he say? His heart is filled with emotions, boiling and exploding like a thousand sparks. That's why you're a mystery. Always calm. Not letting others know what's on your mind. What makes you so quiet? He can't tell. 

Just like the moon and the sun, you are polar opposites. And yet, as the sun always chases the moon, he's always looking after you. And he's everything, but not discreet. Asking loudly for almost all of his crew what they think about you and why you are so reserved. 

Sure, he's used to introverted folks. Killer is one of them. But here's the difference: he can second-guess every word, thought, and breath of his best friend. He could probably achieve all of his sentences. And even through the mask, Kid could also guess the exact expression on Killer's face. 

Killer, who is likely aware that Kid has a small crush on you.

Kid is genuinely frustrated. Loudly frustrated, obviously. He needs to feel in control of everything and hates when he doesn’t have a full-understanding. Usually, he fails to notice reserved people because he's taking all the attention. But there's something about you: your slight smiles, the flash in your eyes, the way you're always listening to others but never talk about yourself. He can't tell why, but it keeps his mind alert. 

Perhaps you pose a bit of a challenge. Kid would never give two flying fucks about you if you were easy to see through. He's always looking after you because you're still a mystery. Sure, at the beginning, it was just to try to figure out who you really are. But now, it turned into something bigger. He hasn't noticed it yet, that’s all. Kid sucks with feelings. Feelings are actually something he hates because they make him feel weak. It puts his loved one in danger. Showing your weaknesses to enemies is a foolish move, Kid knows that perfectly.

However, everything is about to change. He decided to stop on that island for the day. For the first time, you asked to avoid robbery or harming anyone around. 

"Ugh, we're pirates, y/n" Kid doesn't want to look like a nice guy. He's a tough, rude pirate. He has a reputation to uphold. For him, the only good way to open a path is by violent means. Kindness? For what? If he's still alive today, it's because he toughened up and decided to never show mercy to anyone. 

"Fine, fine, I won't kill those people." Heavy sighs. But he wants to understand. He needs to understand. And finally, he's about to understand. 

Because suddenly, you're smiling heartily and running towards those scumbag strangers. What. The. Fuck. It's like seeing the sun after an eternity of blizzards and grey clouds. You're a bright light, a true sunshine. A burst of joy. You're joking, laughing, talking, and talking a lot. You never said more than two sentences in front of him, and now you're chatting endlessly with those strangers and hugging all of them. 

He's pissed off. Are those random people with terrible sense of style and ugly make-up better than him? The great Eustass "Captain" Kid? No way. 

"Guys, here's my captain, Kid. Kid, here are my childhood best friends."

Kid's face is a mess of angry scowls and boiling with frustration when they say hello. Why aren't you smiling as warmly when you're with him? Why is his heart pounding so hard, almost painfully in his chest? And damn, is it the cold or are his cheeks completely red? 

Poor Kid is both flushed and flustered. His first reflex is always exploding when he feels something. "Do you have a problem with me?" Barking through gritted teeth. 

He's ruining the happy-shitty mood and he doesn't care. 

So now, try to explain that you don't have a problem with him. Good luck, he's very stubborn. But once he's more or less calmed (because he's still pissed off), he still can't understand why his heart is racing at the sight of your soft, warm smile.

He wants to see that side of you more often. He wants to be part of those privileged people allowed to know the real you.

Yes, maybe he has a crush on you.

[op-x-rdr-thegame]

lvl 4

One Piece characters in school, the harem

level: three | >four< | five m.l

Monday: 22 September, 08:21

🅒 Negotiate without either of them ⁰⁰'⁰⁵

You decide to negotiate without relying on either Sabo or Zoro. You keep your chin raised without faltering. 

Zoro and Sabo are impressed. +respect

Killer is amused. +interest

‣ You don't know enough about Kid, his friends, or the school to consider blackmail, threats, or direct trades and offers.‣ You don't have a high enough English skill to talk your way out of the situation for free.‣ They don't have high enough respect for you to consider giving way to any threats, intimidation, or the like.

"I'm sure you're not so foolish as to not pass up a possible deal, something I can offer you," you start. Perhaps they can start the negotiation with their own demands; an easier way to offer your side of a deal. Blindly making offers won't get you anywhere. 

The four share a look. 

"I don't need this bitch's help," Kid snaps, but Killer looks at him, almost expectantly.  The redhead sighs, giving way for the blonde. 

"We both know you can't do everything," you push. 

"If you can bring us some information, then we'll be happy to give your things back," Killer says, ignoring Kid's half pout. 

You try not to sound desperate. "What can I do to get it now? I'm sure you have a way of holding me to my word."

The four stay quiet for a moment. 

Sabo looks like he has something to say, but has no intention of saying it in front of them, and Zoro looks like he's itching to do something.

Kid speaks up. "You can take your shit now if you get what we need by next week."

"I can do that," you say, hoping your steady voice conveys the confidence you don't have, not knowing what exactly they want from you. 

Heat shrugs. "If you say so. You should know, though, that you choose now," he says. "And that these two oughta leave, should you agree."

You purse your lips. You feel like they're setting you up for failure, but Kid doesn't seem like he's keen on any other deal. 

You glance at Sabo, who holds no noticeable expression suggesting one way or another. If you had to guess, no matter what, you'll end up dealing with them at some point anyway. Maybe it would be a good idea to take up a reliable image, if possible.

Zoro looks like he doesn't give a shit about reason, and would much rather muscle his way out of situations like this.

Kid is offering a quest to gather information within 1 week. Upon accepting this quest, Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire will give you more information to complete this quest. You will also obtain your backpack again. By refusing to take his quest, you will not be able to bargain anymore.

🅐 Accept Kid's quest 🅑 Refuse Kid's quest

✂ - - - - -

✎ Journal

08:26 , Monday, 11 September , Autumn Today is your first day at your new school. (School will end on the first Monday of December) School started at 08:00. You don't have your backpack, but you've found Kid, who has it. ‣ Sabo and Zoro are with you to help get it back. You have $80 You have 4 units of empty space to carry items You're hardly stressed

🌦 Weather

You're wearing a school uniform T-shirt and pants, along with ankle socks and school shoes. It's slightly windy out. You'll be comfortable outside.

✰ Social

 ♡ ↪ Love Interests

‣ Eustass Kid Eustass Kid is angry with you 0% Love | 3% Rage

‣ Trafalgar Law Trafalgar Law has no strong opinion of you 1% Gratitude

‣ Roronoa Zoro Roronoa Zoro has no strong opinion of you 1% Love

‣ Sabo Sabo has no strong opinion of you 1% Love

‣ Killer Killer has no strong opinion of you 1% Interest

﹗↪ People of Interest

‣ Dr. Kureha Dr. Kureha has no strong opinion of you 1% Love | 1% Interest

‣ Heat Heat has no strong opinion of you 1% Interest

‣ Wire Wire has no strong opinion of you 1% Interest

 ❀ ↪ Reputation

‣ You're unknown by other students

﹖Quests

🛠 Skills

English - 0 History - 0 Maths - 0 Science - 0 Skulduggery - 0 Athletics - 0 Tending - 0

[julieverne]

Everything Maura wears is incredibly soft. There's no shiny or rough fabrics, nothing that would catch the scars on Jane's hands, cause them to drag. Nothing that Jane's scars could snag on, just soft, soft cottons and silks and knits. Jane hadn't known clothes could be so soft.

That's why she can't stop touching Maura. It's her clothes, the way Maura is always warm beneath them, soothing to her palms. It's the way Maura visibly softens herself when Jane touches her, melts a little for a moment at the contact. It's the way Maura looks at Jane so softly, like Jane is someone who is also soft, like Jane is someone who has feelings and emotions and like Jane doesn't have to be tough, just for a few minutes, just for as long as Jane's hands rest on her.

Maura is a sanctuary. Jane has been in churches that felt less safe. Some had snakes, but most had angry old men screaming retribution and repentance from the pulpits, and every few months Jane knows CPS and the sex crime unit are heading in there to haul them out, still spitting fire and judgement.

Not that Maura is a snake, or a priest, or someone who does sex crimes. She's like the buildings rather than the congregations. She's all stained glass and awed hushes, all painted ceilings and intricate fretwork. She's marble statues and a sense of tranquility. But Maura's not a building. She's a sanctuary.

Jane never minded heading into danger, because no where really felt safe to her. The nuns with their rulers at school, the screaming matches at home, the spittle-flaked priests of the church. Nowhere felt safe enmeshed in a religion when Jane knew something about herself that she hoped no one else would ever guess. If she hid, if she denied it, she was still in danger, so what was the difference between simply existing and following up a clue on a serial killer who liked women like her on her own? The stakes were the same, or so it felt at the time. Crucified. Jane rubbed her hands, shaking away the thought. Penance, punishment for her sins. One of the priests had the audacity to say that to her, and a day later Tommy hit him with a car. She loves Tommy, but she loves Maura more.

And she knows she shouldn't. It isn't safe, even now, even though Angela has softened, doesn't rely on the church at all any more. She's made comments that make Jane wonder if she knows, if she's known all along. Frank is - well. His opinion no longer matters - except it does. Even after all he's done, she still wants him to love her, to look at her and see something good, someone good. And Jane needs her family. She needs someone who knows who she is, who can remind her when she can't remember.

"You're agitated," Maura's voice breaks in through Jane's thoughts. Maura slides herself closer on the couch to take Jane's hand. Even her skin is soft, despite the hard work her hands do. Jane lets her hand be taken and held, holds Maura's in return. She feels safe, although she knows this is dangerous. One of the most dangerous things she's ever done.

"I feel safe when I'm with you," Jane says finally. "I didn't know, before, what that felt like." When Jane looks up, there are tears welling in Maura's eyes, and one spills down her cheek as Jane watches.

"I think - I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Maura says as more tears fall. Maura lets out an exasperated little laugh and retrieves her hand to wipe at her face. She's gorgeous, even in tears, and Jane hadn't meant to make her cry. "What brought this on?" Maura asks, because she knows Jane well enough to know that Jane doesn't often throw out verbal affection. Jane's embarassed at having feelings, but Maura can read her well enough to see how Jane is feeling, and right now Jane looks very vulnerable, a little worried at having made Maura cry, and something else. Something that's always there, something that's always been there. Something that Jane never says, but Maura knows. She thinks Jane knows that Maura knows, but there's always something between them that prevents Jane from saying it.

Jane looks away, and the moment is gone, dashed to pieces, and Maura is alone again, even as Jane's hand rests on her forearms, fingers running over the fabric gently.

Jane looks back, and Maura sees it. Jane's afraid. She's terrified. Even when Hoyt was loose she hadn't been this scared. She'd only been this scared when Maura was in danger.

But Maura isn't in danger. Not any danger that she knows of, anyway. She tilts her head to watch Jane curiously.

"When I was a kid, the church had a big thing about AIDS and the gays ruining our way of life and all that. You remember," Jane says casually. "And the whole time part of me was wrapped up small inside so no one would see me, so no one would know. So their vitriol wouldn't turn on me. Because," and Jane takes Maura's hand again, not looking up at her, "I liked girls. More than I should. I still do. Well, women, now." Jane still doesn't look up, looking down instead at their joined hands.

"Thank you for telling me," Maura says finally, when it becomes obvious that nothing more will be forthcoming. "It must have been very hard to carry that alone for so long."

Jane chuckles but still won't look up. "Yeah," she says, taking her own hand back to wipe at her face, also wet with tears now. "Yeah."

"I'm honoured that you trust me enough to tell me," Maura adds, reaching over to rub Jane's back. Jane leans forward, elbows on her knees, to give Maura better access. She hums, then leans back, curling up against Maura. When they cuddle on the couch, Maura is usually the one being held, Maura is usually the one that needs to be held, and Jane is always willing. But Maura is a safe place for Jane, and while the reversal throws her for a moment, she's known Jane long enough to be able to roll with it, to take Jane in her arms and soothe her, smoothing her hands over Jane's back. "And you know that I'm not judgemental about sexuality. In fact, when you're ready, I might have a possible match for you." Jane chuckles again against Maura's chest.

"Too soon," Jane says, bringing up one of her hands to stroke the soft material of Maura's shirt at her waist. "And I already have a possible match in mind."

Maura gasps and runs through the women she knows. Alex is married, Susie is far too short for Jane - the height difference is ridiculous, they'd never be able to kiss on even footing, and Nina is seeing Frankie. They don't know any other women. Well, Lydia, but Jane couldn't possibly... Hope is too old, and Cailin is too young. The woman - Gwen - who'd taken Tasha in, perhaps? She was single, and they'd gotten on well. And Jane would have a daughter too.

"You're not worried?" Jane asks, fingers tentative at Maura's waist. "We've shared a bed and a decontamination shower and we get dressed together..." Jane trails off.

"There is nothing you could say or do that could ever make me stop loving you," Maura says firmly. She'd read books about coming out, and used the information on her own parents as a teen when she'd realised she was attracted to a wider range of people than social norms deemed appropriate. This is a textbook response, but she means it. Even after Jane shot Paddy, it hurt so much because even under all the anger and hate, part of her still loved Jane, still missed her, admired her, respected her.

"Well, good, because this next part is a doozy," Jane says, pulling away, wiping at her face, pushing her hair back. Steeling herself. She doesn't look as scared as she had earlier, as if contact with Mara had fortified her somehow. "I love you," Jane says, quickly and simply.

"I love you too," Maura says automatically. Then she thinks about it for longer than a second "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'," Jane says, rubbing at her hands anxiously. "And you've been letting me... making me feel safe... all this time, and I was too chickenshit to tell you. It's okay... I know you don't want to... that you're not attracted to me, but I thought you should know. If you want me to go, I will." Jane looks over finally, only to see Maura smiling softly at her. Soft, she's so soft.

"Again, I'm honoured. No, humbled."

"Huh?"

"You're a very attractive woman who's not open to emotional speeches, specifically ones about sexuality. And you," Maura reaches out to cup Jane's cheek, "you're so precious," Maura whispers. "Like I'd ever be upset by love, especially from you." Maura drops her hand, and this time she looks away. "I thought it was just me, that I was confused because I'd never had a best friend before. But if you, and I, both..." Maura looks back, looks at Jane's mouth, then her damp eyes, then she leans in

Everything Maura wears is incredibly soft, but it doesn't compare to how soft her mouth is, her lips, the little noises she makes when Jane figures out this is real and kisses her back. It's not just her clothes that are soft, she's soft for Jane, and Jane is her soft spot.