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vonartsy · 11 months

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Poisonous Flowers [1001] - Ch 1

Wrote this for school and decided I wanted to flesh out my anomalous world. Proofread a bit, but this was my first time writing something big, so please let me know if any plot holes or inconsistencies are found. The continuing chapters are scheduled for the next four days.

Also Bravo Team will be tagged with [1000].

Next chapter here.

“To begin the day, sightings of an anomalous being have been found yet again in the downtown area of Salamander City, more specifically on Gecko Circle. Witnesses say that it was a human-like entity, covered in fungus, tree bark, and lichen. Stay in lighted areas and remain in groups. In other anomalous news—” The television cut off, its remote held in the hand of the teammate who had just entered the common area.

“Hey Dip,” Brit says simply. He’s not really one for small talk.

“Already up?” the other man asks with a raised brow. His short curly hair was still ruffled, eyes clearly showing a sleep-deprived man. “... I guess that freak’s what we’re goin’ after then?” he said, setting the remote down on the TV-stand and looking over at the team leader.

Brit gave a little nod, standing up from the seat. “Not freaks... but yes, Dipaulo, seems like that’s our target. Where’s the others?” questioned Brit as he made his way out of the common room and through the hall.

Dipaulo followed closely behind, looking up at Brit as he spoke. “Just came back from the mess hall. I think... Erikson is still helping Phillips with her equipment? No clue where Vance went off to though...”

“Right behind you, buds.” Ah. There he was.

Dipaulo spun around, almost jumping at the sudden appearance of the (figurative) little gremlin known as Vance. “God—Vance! Yer’ such a little—” He hisses, making a pouting face before facing forward again.

“You two’re so immature sometimes...” Brit muttered under his breath, which earned a smug chuckle from Vance and a huff from Dipaulo.

The trio continued to walk over to the dorms, being greeted by Erikson and Phillips in the middle of the hallway. The two were chatting, likely just on their way to go see the others.

Vance perks up, jogging across the hall in no time. “There you two are! C’mon guys, we gotta go, uh... We gotta... gotta... ” He looked over to Brit.

“Contain an anomaly like we always do,” he continued.

“Right, yeah, that.” Vance said, nodding his head and keeping his actions just as confident as if he was the one who finished the sentence. He dragged both of them by their wrists, even though they were already on their way over. “What’s this thing about anyway, Brit?”

“I’ll explain when we’re ready to go. Erikson: start up the van, make sure ev’ryone got their equipment, that stuff. I’m telling I-12 we’re heading out,” Brit announced.

"Yep-yep.”

Erikson took off to the parking lot with Phillips, Vance, and Dipaulo in tow; while Brit made his way through the many sterile concrete hallways, reaching I-12's office in only a few minutes. Just a quick in 'n out, no longer than it has t' be, he reminded himself. After a couple knocks, and the go ahead from him to enter, he took a step into his office. "Sir.”

I-12 looked up at me from his desk, his TV screen remaining its usual turquoise blue. “Yes, Salem?” His voice echoed with just barely audible static.

Brit never got over how... odd I-12 was. No offence to the robot-man- of course, but having a boss with an expressionless television for a head wasn’t exactly the norm; even when one works with anomalies every day. “Permission for Bravo Team to attempt to capture an entity in the city?” he asked firmly.

“Permission granted. File a report when you’re done with the mission,” I-12 states as per routine. “And one other thing..."

"Hm?"

"Don't deal with it like last time, alright? We kinda need them alive and still anomalous. I don’t even know how you five did that catastrophe that was last week...” I-12’s screen changed colour to purple a few times, which was presumed to be a... change of emotion? Brit wasn’t quite sure.

“... O’ course. We’ll refrain from doing that again, sir.”

“Good.”

Brit nodded respectfully, making his way out and to the exit. Lovely, he found out ‘bout that, he thought, then sighing. Erikson should ‘ave everything settled and ready to go by now.

Everyone's loaded up into the van, their weapons, anomaly restraints; all the things required for each and every mission. Brit gets into the driver's side, Erikson to his right, and the other three in the back. “ ‘re we all ready to go, lads?” Everyone states a form of confirmation, and the van leaves the parking garage by the lab, moving smoothly down the road to head for the city. The drive would be about 15 or so minutes, as it always was; and it was only about 0600 in the morning so the whole drive was generally quiet. Once Vance woke up fully though, he was like a hyperactive toddler. One interaction that other people may think is strange that’s actually expected when it’s coming from Vance would go along something like this:

Phillips taps Vance’s shoulder, as he was the one right next to her. “U–uhm... Vance?”

“Obamna soda.”

“Wha... ? N–no, that’s—”

“BIDEN BLAST!” Dipaulo loudly interjects after having heard the ‘calling phrase’. Dipaulo and Vance are already wheezing with laughter at their own ridiculousness, while Phillip’s expression can only be described as both confusion, and/or immense fear. All the while, Erikson is holding his head in disappointment.

“Good luck getting used to us, Phillips,” Brit said in a deadpanned voice while driving. Phillips couldn’t tell if it was actual good luck, or a threat that they could get a lot more chaotic. Probably both.

“... Thank... you... ?” Phillips mumbles. “Right, uhm, sir? Weren’t you gonna tell us about the anomaly? I mean... we should probably know what it is we’re even going after.”

Brit glanced at her for a second or two in the rearview mirror. “'S a plant humanoid, somewhere downtown. That’s all we’ve got on it.”

“... Oh, yay...” She says back sarcastically, looking out the tinted black van windows. So they were going after an anomaly that could almost definitely blend into foliage with ease, and none of them even knew what it looked like... Better than being completely blind to what I’m looking for, I suppose... Phillips thought.

“Well then,” said Erikson with a sigh, still brushing off what Vance and Dipaulo just did. “Brit, how long ‘til we get there?”

He shrugs without another word. The man is still very sleepy, that much is obvious.

The van returned to silence, of course with the occasional small talk or jokes that randomly popped into Vance’s head, but nothing of note. Some time later, they pulled into a parking space on the side of the road, now in the city.

“Remember guys, no civilian harm—we hafta get at least 2 months without doing that, got it? I really shouldn’t even need to tell you guys,” Brit said as he turned off the van, his eyes shifting between Vance and Dipaulo specifically.

“Yes, yeah, I know, but I keep telling you that it's their faults!” Vance retorted.

“That doe’n’t make it any better!” Brit loudly said, before sighing and lowering his voice down to normal. “C’mon everyone. Out the van ‘nd grab yer equipment.”

All of them did so, getting out of the vehicle and taking their respective weapons (even though they barely used them), and anomaly restraints out the trunk. Of course, that earned them some weird looks from people because, well, no one in the city was really used to anomalies or the people that wanted to capture them. Not going to lie though, they did look like they were on their way to kidnap someone, so the weird looks were more than justifiable to call the cops; and that has definitely delayed them more than a couple of times.

Once everyone had settled with their equipment, Brit spoke up again, looking at Erikson, "2-4, you're bringing 2-3 and 2-1. You know the drill, search the west side."

Erikson—callsign 2-4—gave a firm nod.

He turned to Dip, motioning for him to follow with a little wave of his hand, "2-2, with me on the east. Report in an hour if you don't find it by then. Bravo, head out."

#M Lab Bravo Team #M Lab #[1000]#Bravo Team #[1001]#original writing #original story #original characters #my story #oc writing #character writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #god putting tags is so much work for my lazy arse

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reitziluz · 2 years

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fic rewrite commentary time!

fic/chapter in question:

commentary under cut:

what a nice, gentle start! ch1 had good bones from the beginning, so reworking it was a breeze. i made a decent amount of changes, but most of them were either atmospheric or structural.

for the atmospheric stuff, it was things like the herd of teens, the details about the movie's fandom, serizawa's casual reading… i set out to flesh things out a bit, using the details to bolster the emotional beats - like i realized that in the original, i had forgotten to set up the question "what is serizawa so nervous about?" properly!! now i hope that whole thread is much more clear and prominent, haha!

talking about clarity… i first posted shit-all at the end of 2016, and i only became aware and was diagnosed with adhd in 2019 - and BOY does it show, especially in the earlier chapters!! the original kept bouncing in and out of topics that all were relevant, but diluted and honestly hard to follow when scattered around like that.

concrete example! the bit about the serizawa rehabilitation project was linked to them reaching for popcorn at the same time, and both were crammed before the description of the movie! while there also were mentions to similar effect around where that whole aside lives now!!

this struggle with repetition and chaotic "gotta get all the thoughts out right now" type of cramming seems to be my main adversary going forward… cries in ch2

lastly, worldbuilding notes! yup, hanahaki works differently now. i needed to bring it down from being as commonplace AND lethal as i had implied it to be in the original, because i simply did not want to deal with the worldbuilding implications of that. the common hanahaki is now more of a fancy but rather docile flu. chapter two will expand on it and the other types a lot, so i won't get into it more here.

though if you're curious, and you don't get squicked out by body stuff, check out aspergillosis! it was a big inspiration, especially aspergillomas and the knowledge that it can be completely asymptomatic, what the hell!

lastly one fun fact re: incorporating New Information from the fan book. vintage version had just a noodle incident with frogs mentioned about reigen and serizawa's only night out drinking. reigen falling asleep is from the fan book. their actual only time out drinking was too cute not to include…

#days spent dreaming shit-all #yea fic talk #this has been out on ao3 since launch but oh well

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brainyxbat · 11 months

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Chapter 5: Venus and Usopp Meet! A Beautiful Connection Begins

(chapter 50)

"The execution platform! The execution platform!" Luffy rambled through his sprint. "I wanna see the view the King of the Pirates saw before he died! I wanna see it now!" But he then skidded to a stop, and scaled the area. "But... which way is the execution platform?"

'The execution platform! The execution platform!' Venus rambled as well, only in her mind, and with frantic worry. 'Gotta find him first! Which way is it again?!'

Elsewhere, Zoro sat on a concrete staircase, admiring his new weapon from the local sword shop. "A cursed sword, huh..." He remarked, "Interesting."

Suddenly, Luffy popped up behind the sword, nearly stopping his heart. "Oh! That's a cool sword you have!"

"Damn! Don't scare me like that!" Zoro scolded.

"What're you doing here, Zoro?"

"No, what're you doing here?"

"Me?" Luffy scratched under his nose. "I'm lost," He grinned.

"Why're you acting cocky about that?!"

"Luffy!" They both turned to see Venus frantically running up the stairs.

"Hey, Venus!" He beamed, as she stopped to catch her breath.

"I... I've been looking all over for- Oh," She stopped when she saw he wasn't alone. A toned man in a white t-shirt, green belt, and black pants and shoes, with hair the same shade of green as hers, sat silently before her. "Who's your friend?"

"Roronoa Zoro," The swordsman introduced himself, looking her over. She seemed barely taller than five feet, and with her pigtails and short bangs, she seemed a little child-like.

"Tempeste G. Venus," She followed suit, "Nice hair. You the first mate or something?"

"He is!" Luffy replied. "And an awesome swordsman!"

"With three swords, that's well-expected," She smirked.

"And Zoro, she's a witch!"

"She's a what?"

"A witch! She does super cool magic!"

"Luffy, I doubt she really can-" Zoro's skepticism was cut off when the Wado Ichimonji started slowly inching out of the carrier on its own. He turned to the girl, and she was smirking in his direction, moving her hand to guide the sword.

She snickered as he urgently thrusted it back in, ending the spell. "That convince you? I ate the Witch-Witch Fruit."

"Look shortie, do whatever voodoo you want, but leave me out of it."

She giggled in her hand. "Deal."

"Hey, tell me. How do I get to the execution platform?" Luffy asked Zoro.

"How should I know?"

"Hey! There he is!"

"It's him! That bastard!" The three looked down at the commotion below.

A tall, looming man with a mustache, and long sideburns in a cloak and wide-brim hat stopped his trek down the street when he was surrounded by five street thugs, four pointing guns, and one gripping a large, thick chain. "Yeah, this isn't going to end well for those guys," Venus commented.

"What's that?" Luffy wondered aloud.

"Daddy the Parent," She replied simply.

"You bastard! How dare you sell our buddies to the Marines?!" The man in a green shirt glared. "You're gonna pay big-time!"

All the men prepared their weapons. "Die!"

They watched as four gunshots went off. Luffy and Zoro expected the man in the middle to collapse, but to their shock, all but one of his ambushers were the ones to fall, while he was still standing, completely unharmed. The last one was now shaking with fear, landing on his backside when his feet gave out on him. Daddy calmly walked over, pulled the cigarette out of the petrified man's vest, and bent it with his thumb like a drinking straw. "Run on home, and have your mama bake you a cake, kiddo." He tossed the cigarette back at him, and the man finally ran off with a yelp of terror.

Luffy was now pumping his fists with ecstasy. "That old guy's cool!" He gushed.

"I've heard of him before," Zoro remarked.

"He's the best sharpshooter in the East Blue," Venus said, "Also got a daughter, who's kind of a brat," She rolled her eye.

"Hey, didn't you need to grab more magic stuff?" Luffy reminded her.

After a beat, her eye widened; he was right, she did mention that before they left. "Oh yeah! I'd better do that! Mr. Rauru must be worried by now! See you later, Luffy! Nice meeting you, Zoro!"

"You too, short stack," Zoro called out back to her, then leaned against the stairs. "Strange girl."

"She's awesome! I want her to join our crew!"

"Have you asked her?"

"Yeah, but she said no."

"Well, we can't force her to join if she doesn't want to. It's her decision."

"You're lucky this is the only store that sells this stuff, you bastard, or you'd be out of business by now!"

"What was that?! Say that to my face, you little bitch!"

Exiting the store, she frantically ran with the full bag to get back home before lunch. In her haste, as she passed the Junk Shop, she wasn't watching where she was going.

That haste, little did she know, was going to change her life forever.

"I bought a lot! A real lot!" Usopp rambled with excitement to himself. Citizens stared in shock, as he carried a giant, full, green backpack like it was carrying feathers. Though due to his eyes being locked on the sidewalk, he didn't see what, or who, was coming up. "Now my preparations to be a brave warrior of the sea are complete! All I'm forgetting now is... oh, yeah! I forgot the most important thing!"

He finally looked up, and for a split second, saw a blur of light green and dark purple, before the figure crashed right into him, knocking them both down on the concrete. Both of their bags' contents spilled out, quickly getting mixed together, as they laid on the sidewalk.

Venus sat up, her hood falling over her head, and panted to catch her breath from the sudden collision. She really should've watched where she was going. She turned over, and noticed the other victim of the incident still on the ground; she quickly crawled over, and helped him sit up. "Sorry about that. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm..." Usopp replied sheepishly, but was silenced when he saw who was helping him, briefly locking eyes with her; she looked intimidating with the cloak she wore. But when she pulled the hood down, he had a better look at her face, before she started gathering her stuff. She was... kinda cute. Wait, what? "Uh, m-my fault," He stammered, following her lead.

"No, no, it was mine; I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Me neither."

"Well um, y-yeah," She giggled sheepishly, "I guess we both take responsibility."

"Fair." He helped her with the stuff she dropped alongside picking his own up. He became curious about a burlap drawstring bag filled with what felt like soft balls. "What's in here?"

"Eyes of toads," She replied casually, as if they were grapes.

"EEE!" He yelped, dropping the bag in shock.

She couldn't help but laugh, as she put it in with her stuff. "Worry about your own stuff; I got mine," She assured, "Thanks, though."

He observed her stuff not picked up yet, shaking his head. "Toad eyes, rat tails; what are you, a witch?"

"I am," She nodded, to his surprise, "I found and ate the Witch-Witch Fruit a few years ago. Tempeste G. Venus."

He grinned with confidence, puffing his chest under his brown overalls. "Captain Usopp of the Straw Hat crew."

"I thought Luffy was the captain," Venus smirked.

"Well- wait, you've met him?"

"Just earlier today, actually. Plus the swordsman Zoro." They both gathered the rest of their items, and stood on their feet.

"Got everything?" He asked her.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yep. Though there was something I was looking for, before we..."

"Met?" She finished.

"Yeah," He chuckled, "Before we met. I can't remember what it- oh, goggles!" He exclaimed. "That was it!"

"Goggles?"

"Yeah! A top-class sniper needs to have top-class goggles! Investing every last bit of money to get the best goggles around is the spirit of a top-class sniper!"

"Hmm... I might've seen some at the Junk Shop last time I was there," Venus recalled, "Let's have a look, shall we?"

"Yes, thank you!" Usopp straightened up, hauled the large bag on his back, and followed her down the walkway.

"So you're the sniper, huh?"

"Sure am! The best of the East Blue!"

"Ah," She nodded to humor him. 'Interesting crew,' she thought.

"How about those?" In the Junk Shop, where he left his bag outside, he tried out a pair of overhead goggles with blue flip-up sun shades. "Those top-class enough for ya, Mr. Top-Class Sniper?" Venus smirked jokingly, ignoring the sneer from the shop owner burning holes in her skull.

Overjoyed, Usopp played with the shades, then posed with his green slingshot. He grinned with excitement. "These ones! These goggles!" He decided. "It's gotta be these! I like 'em! Lady!"

"You got a good eye!" The shop owner praised. "Them's the latest North Blue model there!"

"I helped him pick those out, y'know," Venus pointed out when she was paid no mind to.

"Quiet, Missy! I got 'em from an import ship that leaves the Marines only once a year!" They both noticed Usopp feeling his pockets in a panic, Venus more concerned than the owner. "What's wrong? You got no money?" She glared. "I don't do business with people who don't got money! What's it gonna be?!"

"N-no, it's... oh! Right! Backpack..." Usopp was about to run inside when the young witch stopped him.

"Don't worry, I'll pick up-" Her kind offer was interrupted by a certain little blonde girl in a mint and white ruffled dress with ringlet curls.

"I'll take these goggles, please!" Usopp fell to the floor in despair.

"...the... tab," Venus finished uselessly.

"My! What a cute little girl!" The shop owner gushed. "Yes, yes! You're in luck! This is the only pair of these goggles in town!"

Venus facepalmed. "Are you kidding me?"

Now angry, Usopp pushed himself up from the floor. "Hold it right there! I was the first to-!"

He stopped when the little girl trotted up to him with a big, innocent grin. "Butt out... old man!"

Usopp collapsed back down in shock, as she left the store. "O... old man?"

Venus growled in anger, hands balled into fists. "That little brat! Those goggles are rightfully yours! Let's get 'em back!"

As the girl skipped happily along the streets, Usopp and Venus ran out of the store. "Stop!" Usopp shouted.

"Stop right there!" Venus shouted.

The girl stopped as told, so the two stood in front of her. "Listen! Let's set the record straight! I'm not an old man!" Venus facepalmed again. "Call me "mister"! Got it?"

"Huh?! What for?! You're an old man!"

"Dammit, you said it again!" Usopp ranted. "I'm 17 years old! Now gimme those goggles back! I found 'em first!"

"He has more use for them than you, brat," Venus sneered.

"Huh?!" Now angry, the girl stomped her foot, and prepared to fight them both. Usopp was now nervous, but Venus was unfazed. "You got a problem?! Huh?! Keep up yer damn complainin', and I'll call the Marines!"

"You need to watch your mouth," Venus glared back.

"M-Marines?" Usopp stammered.

"Yep!" The girl was suddenly back to being cheerful. "I'm friends with a Marine captain in this town! The old smoky man!"

"Liar."

'W-who is this girl?' Usopp wondered, then put on a tough facade. "So you don't know who I am, huh?! I'm Great Captain Usopp! I destroyed Arlong's fishman pirate group!"

"Arlong?" Venus' eye widened. She had seen his wanted poster in the bar, and he looked pretty tough.

"It was truly a battle to the death! Me, surrounded by 200, no, 300 fishmen! All alone, I punched, threw, stomped, kicked, and tore them all up!" The girl smiled evilly through his story, as Venus listened intently. "Thanks to that, I now have a 30 million Berry bounty on my head!"

"I see," The girl gained their attention, "30 million..."

"Yep! That's right!"

"Papa!"

"Papa?! Why am I your papa?!"

"Call me mama, and I'll punt you into the ocean," Venus threatened.

But the girl ran behind them to a cloaked figure, goggles in tow. Venus' eye widened when she recognized him; Daddy the Parent. Crap. "Here's a present for you, Papa!" The girl handed the goggles to him. "Happy birthday!"

"Oh, Carol..." He was stunned, as he failed to keep his emotions in check, "What a nice, angelic girl you are! I love you, Carol-chan!"

"Papa! I love you, papa!"

Venus and Usopp watched in shock. 'W-what's with this family?' Usopp thought.

'If she's angelic, then I'm queen of the damn town,' Venus snarked in her mind.

They were both tense when Carol glared at them. "But guess what? That old man and old woman there are trying to swipe your present!"

"Old woman?!" Venus shouted with pointy-teethed rage. "I'm 21!"

"I, I thought you were a teenager," Usopp stammered.

"I get that a lot. But do not mess with him!" She urged.

"Now, now! You mustn't say "swipe"!" Daddy scolded her, still keeping the sweet tone of voice. "It's not good manners, you know." In a split second, his demeanor immediately turned intimidating towards them. "Are you the ones who're bullying my adorable little Carol?"

"B-b-bullying...?" Usopp stuttered.

"She's lying!" Venus glared.

"That's not all!"

"Huh?" She whispered in his ear, too quiet for Usopp and Venus to know. They assumed it was bad. Daddy looked over with shock; most likely bad. "You have a bounty of 30 million Berries, I hear?" Usopp screamed in terror, as Venus stayed quiet. "Let's see here..." He took some papers out of his cloak.

"Are those new wanted posters?" Carol asked.

"Yeah, I got 'em from the outpost just now. 600,000... 1,300,000... 700,000," He counted off, then stopped on one, "30 million... Straw Hat Luffy? A starting bounty at this amount..." Usopp started to back away, as Venus watched. "Hold it, boy."

He stopped dead in his tracks, almost falling over. "Y-y-yes?! No, you see, sir! I'm obviously not the person on that poster! I was just lying!" He rambled. "My funny plan to trick people was a great success! Ha ha! Well, bye!" He tried to walk away, briefly grabbing Venus' wrist so she would follow.

Daddy pointed to behind Luffy in the picture. Sure enough, the back of Usopp's head was right there. "That's you, isn't it?"

"T-t-that's right! It sure is! That's me, all right!"

"I thought I'd seen you somewhere," Venus remarked.

"But I'll tell you this! Just you try and lay a hand on me! My captain Luffy won't sit by quietly! He's an evil, cold-blooded, devilish man!"

'Not from what I've seen,' Venus thought, but kept it to herself.

"No one's ever defied him, and lived to tell about it!" He sneered at Daddy testily. "You got a kid, right? You should really value your life," He whispered.

"I see. That sounds bad. Yes, given that this Luffy fellow is worth 30 million Berries, he's clearly no ordinary man."

"Got that right," Venus muttered.

"Papa!" Carol protested. "You're obviously way stronger, Papa! You're the strongest guy in the world!"

"Carol, it's all right. All that matters is that I make enough money to live happily with you. You're far more important to me than being the world's greatest!"

"Papa..."

Usopp watched the exchange in awe. 'The guy's wimping out after I said all that!' He grinned deviously. 'Alright! In that case...!' "Well?! Now do you see how terrifying I am?! Take my advice! Just hand those goggles over to me!"

Venus looked up at him with skepticism. "Let's just quit while we're ahead, shall we? You don't want to mess with this guy."

"No, I saw them first! They're rightfully mine! You said so yourself!"

"Huh?!" Carol glared.

"Don't worry! I'll pay for 'em!" He assured. "So just give 'em here!"

"Alright, you've made your point, let's go," Venus urged through clenched teeth.

"Why're you saying that right after he's just about to let you go-?!" Carol demanded, but Daddy stopped her. "Papa?"

"Then let's do this," His eyes narrowed, "I assume you have no problem with us settling this in a fair fight?"

"Fight?"

"Depends on the fight," Venus raised an eyebrow under her bangs.

"Here!"

Usopp was startled when Daddy tossed him a pistol, and Venus briefly ducked down to avoid any accidental shots. "Fight?" He nervously held it up. "Y-you're not talking about a duel, right?"

"If you win, the goggles are yours."

The pair was shocked when he whipped away his cloak, revealing lots of pistols. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... 30 pistols?!" He exclaimed. "D-don't tell me you're... Daddy the Parent?!"

"The very same."

"Tried to warn you," She mumbled.

#venus and usopp finally meet!#magical straw hat #one piece #one piece oc #tempeste g. venus #loguetown #loguetown arc

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nightstim · 7 years

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Hey guys, I'm gonna be leaving Tumblr for a while. This blog is gonna become inactive. I'm sorry to those few of you who requested stimboards that I never got to, but I really just have to take a break, for the sake of my mental welbeing. (No, nothing bad happened, this place is just... A lot.)

#if you really wanna know?#I'm sick of discourse #and i gotta deal with concrete stuff first

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imagine-all-the-imagines · 2 years

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A Very Important Session

Summary: A tumble down the stairs, and a surprise DND session add some excitement to your relationship

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, reader falls down the stairs, broken bone. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Notes: Technically this is a part two to Henderson was Right, but it can be read as a stand alone fic. There's a time skip from the first one, but hopefully y'all like it! There's also a lot of DND talk in there, I hope it isn't too confusing, I put the in game stuff in italics!

Huge thank you to @natasharomanovf for creating the awesome text dividers for us all to use! Go check them out!

If you want to be added to my taglist, please let me know!

You and Eddie had been dating for about two years now, you were getting your degree and working at the local coffee shop while Eddie was working in town helping out at the record store.

You had found a little apartment to move into a year after you both had graduated from high school and things had been going great. You both fell into a comfortable rhythm and had learned how to live together fairly quickly.

It was the 4th of July and you and Eddie were having a lazy morning before he had to go into work. You had started the laundry and the two of you were sitting around watching tv while Eddie smoked. There were plans to go to Steve’s for fireworks and a little cookout, and you and Eddie were excited to go see everyone, even though the gang was usually at the apartment for D & D nights.

When the phone rang, Eddie got up and answered it, looking toward you, before checking the metal lunch box that held his supplies.

You knew that this meant he’d be leaving shortly, so you walked up to him and hugged him from behind.

Eddie arranged a time and hung up the phone, grabbing the amount he needed from his lunchbox, turning to face you, “I gotta go real quick, I’ll be back soon, you gonna be ok?”

“I’ll be ok babe, I need to finish up the laundry, but I’ll see you when you get back.” You said as you gave your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. “Please be safe.”

Eddie gave you a quick kiss and a slight salute as he headed out the door, his “goods” securely in the box that he slid into his jacket pocket. “I always am. I’ll be back soon.”

You watched out your window as Eddie made his way to his van parked outside your house. You knew that Eddie always took precautions when he went to make his deals, but you still worried about him.

As the van drove away, you watched through the window before turning and grabbing your laundry basket and heading down the stairs.

As you got to the basement stairs, you could hear the washing machines going. You started down the stairs and you felt your foot just catch the edge of the stair before you tumbled down to the concrete floor below.

When you landed, you felt all the air rush out of your chest. You immediately felt pain everywhere. The laundry basket was next to you and you went to reach out for it, but stopped when you felt the pain in your arm. You tested your joints, rolling your wrists and ankles, taking a mental note of what hurt and what felt normal. After laying there for a couple of minutes, you tried to get yourself off the floor, only making it to your knees before falling again, the pain in your ankle was too extreme. After a few more minutes, you managed to make it to your feet, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

You left the laundry basket in the basement as you made your ways slowly up the stairs to your apartment. As you collapsed onto your couch, you grabbed the phone and called your mom, she was a nurse and you didn’t want to go to the hospital if you didn’t have to, especially for something as silly as falling down the stairs.

Your mother made it to the apartment in record time, she assessed you and determined that no bones were broken. She helped you wrap your arm with a tight bandage and that did relieve some of the pain that was coursing through your arm. She got you an ice pack for your ankle and brought you some pain medication, telling you to try and rest.

As your mom was getting ready to leave, Eddie came through the door, stopping as soon as he saw your mom.

“Y/M/N? I didn’t know that you were stopping by today. How are you?” Eddie said, smiling at her.

Eddie and your mom had gotten along really well since they met, she always told you that he reminded her of your dad, not with the long hair and the metal music, but with his personality and how kind he was.

Your mom told Eddie about what had happened and you watched as the color drained from his face. Even with your mom’s assurance that you were fine, Eddie went into panic mode.

Eddie came up to you and looked over all the bandages and ice packs that you had on you.

“Sweetheart, what happened? I was gone for like thirty minutes and you go and break yourself.” He smiled at you softly.

You laughed lightly, your entire body hurting, “What can I say, I just enjoy being the center of attention, and now everyone is going to be asking me what happened.”

Eddie hesitated slightly before placing his hand on your cheek, “I’m sorry, I should have been here.”

You shook your head, “It probably would have happened anyway, you know I don’t have any control over my feet sometimes.”

Your mom came over to check on the both of you one more time, “I’m going to head out, do you need anything else before I go?”

You shook your head, “I think I’ll survive, thank you for coming so quickly.”

Your mom smiled and said her goodbyes to you both and Eddie walked her to the door, thanking her again for coming over to help you when he couldn’t be there.

Eddie came back over to you and picked you up gently before sitting down and cuddling you, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

You winced and closed your eyes tight before bringing your hand up, feeling the sore spot, realizing that you had a bruise on your scalp and feeling another on your forehead.

“Looks like I got more banged up than I thought.” You said, wincing as you lightly pressed on your bruise again.

Eddie immediately pulled his head back and started apologizing. “Shit, I’m sorry Sweetheart, I didn’t know.”

You patted Eddie’s arm, “It’s ok, I didn’t even know that I was hurt there. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Eddie kissed your cheek and hugged you tighter for a moment, “I should have been here, I could have gone down to do the laundry, I shouldn’t have left. I’m so sorry.”

You shuffled around slightly so you could face him, holding his face with your one good hand, “Eddie, shhh, it’s ok. I’ll be ok, I’m just going to be sore for a little bit.”

You held Eddie’s face until he finally nodded and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

You both stayed like this, wrapped up in each other, until the phone rang again. Eddie groaned and you untangled yourself from him, limping your way to the phone.

“Munson-Y/L/N Residence, home of the klutz and the rocker, Klutz speaking, how can I assist you?”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, before you heard laughing, “Jesus, that was great, how you doing Y/N?”

You smiled when you heard Robin’s voice on the phone, “Robin! Hey! I’ve been better to be honest, I took a little tumble down the basement stairs today. How are you?”

You heard Robin suck in a breath, “Dang, are you ok? Do you need anything? Are you still coming to Steve’s tonight?”

You had completely forgotten about Steve’s when all the chaos started, “Shit, I forgot! We should still be able to make it, do you need us to bring anything?”

Robin laughed, “Only if you want to, Steve bought drinks and Nance and I have been making snacks. Dustin is excited to see you guys. Even though they see you guys at least once a week.”

You smiled into the phone, “We can grab some more drinks, just to make sure there’s enough selection for everyone, tell Dustin we’ll be there in a little bit.”

You said your goodbyes and turned to face Eddie who had gotten up and came behind you.

“You still want to go to Steve’s?” He asked, watching your face for signs of pain.

You nodded, “Yeah, can’t let a few bumps and bruises keep us from having a good time.”

Eddie kept watching you for a moment before nodding and helping you out to the van where he held the door open for you.

When you got to Steve’s everyone immediately was concerned to see you with your arm wrapped up and limping up to the group, but it quickly turned into fits of laughter when your arm spasmed and caused you to curse out loud.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with everyone, while the muscle twitches hurt, the knee-jerk reaction was pretty funny.

Eddie made you sit down and brought you your plate and a drink, making sure that you weren’t hurting every time he came by. You watched the group enjoy their night, eating and lighting off fireworks. While you felt sad that you weren’t able to be out there running around with everyone, you knew that Eddie would carry you back if you tried to get up.

Eddie made sure to come and check in on you periodically, and you appreciated him for it, but always encouraged him to go out and enjoy himself.

You watched as Eddie and Dustin lit off some big fireworks as soon as it started getting darker. The two watched it intently as the mortar exploded in the sky, shimmering down towards the earth.

Steve came over and sat next to you as Eddie and Dustin continued to light off fireworks. Offering you another drink which you took, thanking him.

“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” He asked, looking over your bandages.

You smiled at Steve, “I’m good, the boys are having a blast, and it’s a beautiful day, what else could I want?”

Steve gave a short laugh, “Well, you could want to not be hurt?”

You laughed, drawing Eddie's attention for a moment, you waved at him and he gave you a small wave back before lighting off another firework, “I could, but why focus on the negative, when we’re having such a good time?”

Steve nodded, “That’s true, are you ready for the grand finale? Dustin and Eddie have been planning this for like a week.”

“I bet it’s going to be amazing!” You said, excited for the big show.

You and Steve sat and chatted for a bit, before he went to light off a few fireworks with Nance and Robin.

You smiled, watching your family enjoying themselves, and putting on a show of sparklers and fireworks for you.

Once the sun was all the way down and everyone had lit off what they wanted to, Dustin and Eddie gathered everyone together and began lighting a row of bigger fireworks before running back to the group, Eddie coming behind your chair and placing his hands on your shoulders. You immediately reached up to lace your fingers together and blew him a kiss.

The sky lit up with noise and colors as each mortar exploded. Your attention moved from the fireworks in the sky to your boyfriend's face, seeing the red of the fireworks reflected on his face.

When the show was over, you let out a yawn and looked at Eddie with tired eyes.

“Do you think we can head home soon?” You asked, holding in another yawn.

Eddie nodded, “Of course, let’s just say bye to everyone, and then I’ll get you home.”

You nodded and managed to get yourself out of the chair and over to where Nancy, Steve, and Robin were talking.

“Hey guys, we’re going to head out, I’m getting pretty tired.” You said as you raised your arms to give Steve a hug. Robin and Nancy said their goodbyes and gave you a hug and you turned to go say goodbye to the others.

As you limped over to the younger group, you saw Eddie and Dustin off to the side whispering. Ignoring the two, you said your goodbyes to everyone else and went over to Eddie, slinging an arm around Dustin.

“I’ll see you later Dustin, don’t forget that we have an awesome session planned for Wednesday! I’m excited to see how you all do!”

Dustin smiled at you, “I’m pretty pumped too, I think Eddie has some pretty exciting surprises planned.”

Eddie elbowed him and smiled at you, “It’s not going to be any more special than normal, Dustin is just being Dustin.”

You let Eddie lead you by the arm to the van and help you into the vehicle. While you were happy to have spent time with everyone, you were more excited to be going home and getting some rest.

On the way home Eddie gently took your hand, trying not to stretch your arm too much so he didn’t hurt you any more than you already were.

Rubbing his thumb over your hand, he gave a gentle squeeze, “So, I was thinking that you could come to our session on Wednesday, I need a helping hand and I think you’d be perfect.”

You gave him a smile, “Babe, you know I don’t know much about D & D, and I’d need your help to create a character. I’m good at helping behind the scenes, but I’m not sure I’d be any help on the front line.”

Eddie took his eyes off the road for a moment, just to look at you, “It’s ok, I was thinking you could just help me out with some background characters, that just means that you can’t help me prep for this session, I need you to be as in the dark as the others this time.”

You thought about it for a minute while Eddie drove you back to the apartment, humming along to one of his tapes, “I guess it couldn’t hurt to join in this once.”

As soon as you agreed, Eddie’s face lit up like you’d just given him the best present ever.

The rest of the weekend passed with Eddie’s head stuck in his session notes while you tried your best to baby your arm and quick kisses between you both. You would try to poke your head over Eddie’s shoulder to see what he was working on, but he was being so much more secretive than usual, closing his notebook quickly any time your head popped up. It got to the point where Eddie would close his notebook and start peppering your face with kisses.

Every time that would happen you would giggle like crazy before grabbing Eddie’s face and kissing him back. You felt bad for distracting him, but you loved the attention.

This time, Eddie wrapped his arms around you and pulled you over onto his lap, “I swear to god, you are going to be the death of me.”

You giggled and kissed him on both cheeks before kissing him on the lips, “What can I say, I’m the best kind of poison.”

You lightly rolled your hips over Eddie’s and he let out a groan, “Yes you are baby girl. The absolute best.”

Eddie held your hips down and brought his hips up to yours, making you let out an airy moan, bringing up your arms to wrap them around Eddie’s neck. Your arm jerked back at the motion and you let out a yelp, tears springing to your eyes. You immediately brought your arm to your chest and cradled it with your other hand.

Eddie’s eyes immediately went wide and he pulled back from you, “Shit, you ok? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You winced, trying to move your arm, “Yeah, I thought my arm was getting better, but I still can’t move it without pain.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to your forehead, “It’s ok Sweetheart, we might try and get you to the hospital tomorrow, just to be safe.”

You nodded, placing your head on his shoulder, “That’s probably a good idea,” you paused, “I’m sorry for ruining the mood with my stupid hurt elbow.”

Eddie laughed lightly and ran his hand over your hair, “You don’t need to apologize Love, you’ve been in an accident, I don’t want to hurt you more.”

You kissed his shoulder and pulled back to look at him, “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Never Babe, we’re perfect for each other.” He said, nuzzling into you.

You rolled your eyes and gently pulled yourself off your boyfriends lap, “You’re such a dork.”

Eddie lightly smacked your ass as you walked back over to your chair and picked up your book, “And you wouldn’t love me any other way.” You shot you a cheesy grin. “I’m gonna get back to planning, is that ok?”

You nodded, “Of course Babe, sorry for distracting you.”

“You can distract me anytime, Love.” Eddie said, shooting you a wink while wagging his eyebrows at you.

That Monday, Eddie drove you to the hospital, and you found out that your elbow had a small fracture and you would have to be in a cast for two weeks.

You took the news the best that you could, immediately feeling like a burden on Eddie, he’d have to help you with everything. You felt terrible having to rely on him.

“Babe, it’s ok, this is what I’m here for, you don’t have to worry about anything.” Eddie told you, holding your face in his hands.

You tried to come to terms with the new arrangement you had gotten yourself into, but you just couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness. You liked being able to do things for yourself, and not being able to, made you feel like a burden on everyone that tried to help.

Tuesday you looked over at Eddie while you were eating dinner, “Babe?”

Eddie looked up at you, “Yeah? Is everything ok? Do you need something?”

You shook your head and looked down, nervous, “Would you be upset with me if I asked you to delay me joining your session? I just feel like shit with this cast on and I don’t want my attitude to negatively affect what you had planned.”

“What are you talking about? I would never be upset with you for that. I can talk to the guys tomorrow and see if they’re ok with doing some side stuff until you feel better, it’s no problem.” Eddie moved over to you as he spoke, before kneeling down, holding your hand and kissing your cheek.

Your eyes teared up and you nodded, “Thank you.”

The worst part for you for those two weeks was that you had to rely on Eddie for everything, luckily for you, Eddie took on his new role as caretaker like a champ. Any other time, showering together would have been a lot of fun for you, but it quickly turned into frustration. Eddie did everything to the best of his ability, and you were thankful, you just found yourself getting frustrated at your limited ability to help. He was able to help you shower and managed to keep your arm out of the water.

Thankfully, they guys were perfectly ok with waiting till you were feeling better. Eddie was able to keep them satisfied for the two weeks, allowing them to go on side quests and stockpile goods and money that would be needed for your debut session.

Finally the day came and Eddie drove you to the hospital in order to get your cast off. As soon as you felt the cast release your arm, your other hand came up to scratch the exposed flesh. You let out a moan, “God damn, this feels so good. I’ve been waiting to do this for two weeks.”

Eddie stood by your side, laughing lightly, “Of course, that’s the first thing you wanted to do, I don’t know how many forks I’ve had to wash because you kept trying to shove them in your cast to scratch an itch?”

You laughed along with him until the doctor had you straighten out your arm, “Son of a bitch! Is it supposed to be that sore?”

The doctor gently grabbed your arm and bent it all sorts of ways, trying to assess your mobility. As he was evaluating your arm, the doctor explained how the elbow hates to be immobilized and so the healing process can take a while. He also informed you and Eddie that even though your fracture was healed, you were still healing and that you wouldn’t be able to lift more than a pound for the next month. While that news was disappointing, you were excited to be out of your cast and you kept trying to stretch it out and trying to figure out what your limits were.

The day of the long awaited D&D session finally came and you found yourself getting more excited as the day went on. Eddie had finally given you your character information and you were an Elven Druid, originally from the kingdom of Burquenia, but you had left to find out why some townspeople kept disappearing every month on the new moon. You had left your royal title and your true love, one of the king's guards, behind in order to complete your quest, sacrificing your happiness in order to return your people.

You found yourself seated to the right of Eddie’s throne, a gift from the guys, they managed to sneak it out of the school after Eddie had graduated and now it featured prominently in your living room. You thought it was a bit big for the room, but it added to the ambiance of the place, so you couldn’t be too upset.

The guys were all gathered around the table with you and you smiled at them all, still slightly nervous, but even more excited to be joining them on this adventure.

Eddie clapped his hands together and the room went silent, “Welcome gentlemen, and lady, to tonight’s session. A night full of adventure, mystery, danger, and perchance, a little bit of romance.”

A cheer rang out from everyone around the table as Eddie sat down and put up his DM screens. You had seen Eddie in action before, but always from the sidelines. Seeing him from this point of view was something else entirely.

Eddie seemed to absolutely glow as he led your characters through everything. From Dustin trying to flirt with a merchant to get lower prices on potions, to your character's mysterious introduction. The others seemed to be very interested in your character and agreed to help you with your quest to find out what had been happening to your townspeople.

Your adventure led you and the party to a cave that led down to an old gem mine. As you went further and further into the mine until you had found a wide open room, a crypt, with a circle of tombs in the center.

Dustin's character, Kevan, a human fighter, inspected the walls, informing the group of the scratches that were carved into the stone. As you were about to roll to see if you knew what made those marks, a roar came tore through the crypt and you all found yourselves face to face with a large fanged beast.

You all had to roll initiative and the fight began, Jeff and Gareth were able to land some high damage blows, Mike and Will were able to cast some defensive spells on the group to help boost their hit points, and Dustin managed to hit it for a bit more damage. That wasn’t to say that the beast didn’t also do some damage, Gareth was hit and lost some hit points, but it wasn’t anything Will couldn’t heal. On your final turn, you pulled out the big guns, Inflict Serious Wounds, which took the beast down for the final time.

As soon as the beast was dead, hidden doors opened from around you and all of the townspeople from your kingdom started walking out, thanking you for saving them. The party decides to look around the crypt, to see if there was any loot to be discovered.

“As you search around, you find a pile of bones in the corner, upon further inspection, you see a curved fang stuck in the rib bone.” Eddie said, cocking his head, wondering what you would do next.

“I reach out to grab the tooth as a souvenir.” You say, getting your dice ready to roll.

Eddie tuts at you and smiles again, “Make a constitution saving throw, m’lady.”

You felt your eyes grow wide and you looked around at the others. Dustin gave you a nod and you shook your D20 before letting it bounce across the table.

You held your breath as you waited for the die to settle, and then it felt like you had been punched in the gut. You had rolled a 3, that made your final score a 6 with your modifier.

“Fuck.” You muttered, “That’s a 6.”

Eddie placed a hand on yours, “Sorry princess, that’s not high enough, you grab the tooth and start to feel sleepy, the room starts spinning around you, and you fall to the ground in a deep sleep.”

Gareth asks, “Can I roll to determine what happened?”

Eddie let him roll and Gareth got an 18 with his modifier, “You can tell that she’s been put into a magical deep sleep, but you can’t determine what kind of magic was used.”

The group talked amongst themselves and decided that the best idea would be to take you back to your home where the best healers were located, and so you all started the journey back.

While the group was headed back to the palace, the prisoners followed, making sure that your wagon was surrounded and protected to the best of their ability. There were whispers in the crowd about how the princess had risked it all to save them, how you were the people’s hero.

Eventually your group made it back to the outskirts of your land, and a couple of the villagers decided to take a horse and ride ahead to let the king know that you were back and where you would be.

A couple of minutes later, you had been taken to the healers and there were herbs and sages being burned around you and the healers were about to help you consume a potion that they hoped would wake you up when the king and his guards burst through the door.

“The king falls to his knees beside your prone form and his guards shoo the rest of you out of the room. One of the guards kneels by the king, his eyes glistening, the king rests a hand on his shoulder and gives him a knowing look. “She’ll survive this, won’t she?” The king looks to the knight, before getting up and going outside, leaving the knight by your side.” Eddie narrates, looking toward the others.

“When the king comes outside, he looks to the other knights, telling them to get what information they can out of you. Do you tell them what happened?” Eddie raised his eyebrow at them.

The group all agreed to tell them what they wanted to know, while they had only known your character for a day or so, they all felt strongly attached to you and wanted you to survive.

“While the group is telling the knights what has happened, the other knight that is still in the healer’s room has gotten up from his knees, and is holding your hand.” Eddie reaches out and holds your hand in his before looking at you.

“Zinrie, my love, please hear me. I can’t lose you, not like this, not before our lives have even started. I was hoping that you would come back victorious, and that we could celebrate together. I had it all planned, we would have danced and drank the night away and as the clock struck midnight, I would have dropped to my knee and presented you with this.” Eddie paused and pulled a little box from behind his screen, keeping it closed but placing it in front of you. “I have already spoken to your father and he has given me his blessing, I was just waiting for the right moment.”

Dustin placed a box of tissues by your elbow and Eddie’s character voice dropped off all of a sudden, leaving him talking directly to you as Eddie Munson, “I’ve been thinking about doing this for over a year now, but I wanted to save up to give you something that was as perfect as you are. I love you so much and every day that we’re together has been our own type of adventure, and I can’t wait to have so many more in the future.”

Eddie got out of his throne and dropped to his knee in front of you, grabbing the ring box and opening it for you, “What do you say Sweetheart? Will you marry me?”

You nodded, unable to form a coherent response before blubbering and flinging your arms around his neck and kissing him.

“I need a verbal answer Babe, please say yes.” Eddie said, holding out the ring for you to slip on your finger.

You kissed Eddie one more time, “Of course it’s a yes, it would always be a yes.”

The guys all cheered and congratulated you before Eddie calmed everyone down.

“Calm down, we aren’t done just yet.” Eddie went back into DM mode, “The soldier wipes his eyes and leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips while slipping the ring on your finger. As he pulls back, he notices that you have begun to get more color in your cheeks and you slightly open your eyes, coming face to face with your knight.”

“Hey stranger.” You say, looking at Eddie.

“Hello, my love, it’s good to see you awake. Your father is outside.” Eddie replies, still in character.

“As I begin to get up to see my father, I look at where he is holding my left hand and notice the ring.” You explain before addressing your knight, “I don’t remember having this before being knocked out, you seem awfully confident.”

Eddie, as your knight, gave a chuckle, “Can you blame me? Please say yes?”

You looked directly in Eddie’s eyes, “Yes.”

You grabbed some tissues from the box next to you, “I go outside with my knight to see everyone, I hug my father and tell him the good news.”

“Your father is ecstatic and declares that he will be throwing a party for the kingdom to celebrate the villagers return and your engagement. You all can decide if you want to join in on the fun.”

The group agrees immediately and Eddie paints a picture of the party scene, you all dancing and drinking and having an amazing time.

After the group has a chance to roll play some of the night, Eddie interrupts, “The party has been raging for hours at this point and the King stands and raises his hands, gesturing for everyone to quiet down,” Eddie slips into his King voice, “I want to thank you all for joining us this night, not only to celebrate the engagement of my daughter, but to also celebrate the adventurers defeating the beast and returning our townspeople to us! You are welcome in this kingdom at any time, and there will always be a spot for you at our table.”

The group smiles and gives their thanks to the king before Dustin addresses you, “Princess Zinrie, traveling with you has been an awesome adventure, thank you for joining us and my most sincere congratulations on your engagement.”

You smile at him, “Thank you kind sir, I do hope that I can join you again, and you all, of course, are invited to our wedding, if you can make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, m’lady.” Dustin replies, a large goofy smile on his face.

There’s silence for a moment before Eddie stands, “That gentlemen, and lady, is the end of our adventure for tonight, but fear not, we will be here again next Wednesday, and I do believe this is not the last we’ve seen of Princess Zinrie.”

You smiled, “I don’t think it is either, but you’ll have to be able to top this one, and I’m not sure you can.”

Eddie raised his brow, “A challenge I am very eager to take on.”

The group began gathering up their trash and putting your living room back to normal before congratulating you both one more time and heading out the door, Jeff and Gareth giving the younger ones a ride.

As soon as everyone was out the door, you turned on Eddie, “You are a sneaky, sneaky human, you know that?”

Eddie came up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, “But it was worth it wasn’t it?”

You looked at your hand and the ring before giving Eddie a kiss, “Very much so. Thank you.”

Eddie laughed, “I should be the one thanking you. I was shaking all night, I was so nervous.”

You laughed with Eddie, “Why on Earth were you nervous, surely you had to know I would say yes.”

Eddie shrugged, “Henderson tried to tell me that too, but you could have changed your mind.”

You shook your head laughing again, “You silly man, I would never say no to that. Especially how you had it all set up. It was perfect.”

You smiled at him before turning your head and yawning. Looking at the clock you noticed that it was getting close to one in the morning. “I’ve got to work in the morning, I didn’t realize how late it was.”

Eddie rubbed your back lightly, “Let’s get you to bed then, you’ve had an exciting day.”

You smiled at him as you both turned to get ready for bed.

It was quiet for a while as you both changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, but suddenly a thought came to your mind and you laughed.

Eddie looked at you confused, “Wha?” he mumbled with his mouth full of toothpaste.

You spit out your toothpaste, still laughing, “Henderson was right.”

Eddie still looked confused as you continued, “On the fourth he said you had some exciting surprises planned for my first session,” You wiggled your fingers at your boyfriend fiancé.

Eddie spit out his toothpaste and laughed, “Shit, he was wasn’t he. We can’t feed his ego like this. It’s not good for him.”

You laughed and gave him a kiss on the lips before heading to your bed and snuggled into the sheets. Eddie followed behind and curled up, looking at you. You reached out with your left hand and held his hand.

“Now I have a ring just like you do!” You said, wiggling your fingers to make a clacking noise with both of your rings.

Eddie laughed and kissed your forehead, “I think your is a bit more pretty than mine are.”

“I don’t know, I like yours. But mine is really pretty, isn’t it?” You laughed lightly.

Eddie nodded and pulled you into his arms, inhaling deeply and kissing the top of your head again, “Beautiful, just like you.”

You yawned again and felt yourself getting pulled into a deep sleep wrapped into your fiancé's arms.

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A Well Rounded Education (1): Suspension (Fem!Reader x Toji Fushiguro, 5k)

series synopsis: You are a teacher’s aid to teacher Gojo Satoru, training to be able to take over your own class next year by shadowing and helping him out. Gojo does not make things easy for anybody.

chapter synopsis: One of your favourite students has been suspended for fighting, and Gojo has palmed off the meeting with his guardian to go through all of the paperwork and facts and conditions on you. “Don’t worry,” Gojo says. “It’ll be Megumi’s sister, she always takes care of this kind of stuff!”. Gojo is wrong.

NSFW. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. dom/sub dynamics, light fearplay and predator/prey elements. piv sex.

(a well rounded education m.list and navigation)

“I’ve got all these other parents to deal with,” Gojo whines at you, pushing the papers into your hands. “And I hate paperwork, and I don’t have time to meet with Megumi’s family today – hell, if it were up to me, the kid wouldn’t even be suspended! Those guys had it coming!”

Gojo is not a very good teacher. Both of you know that – no matter how justified – violence never solves violence. Gojo, you think, would let these kids fight it out in an arena instead of solving things like an adult. You heave a large sigh as you look down at the papers detailing Megumi Fushiguro’s three-day suspension for fighting during school hours.

You’d seen Megumi before he’d gone home. He hadn’t had so much as a scratch on him; his face set in a frown, his arms crossed, his eyes downcast. You’d sighed at him and asked him if he was alright, and he’d shrugged.

He’s not a very talkative boy at the best of times, and you suppose that the suspension and the fight and the mini uproar it had caused in the school aren’t helping be any more verbose. You’d said goodbye to him and said that you hoped he thought about what had transpired today, your heart aching a little bit that you couldn’t be any more help to him.

You’d seen the three boys Megumi had got into a fight with, too. They had not gotten off so scot-free – they were bleeding noses, scraped cheeks, bruised eyes. At the very least, you don’t think any of them will get on Megumi’s wrong side again.

Gojo has to meet with all three of their parents tonight to give them the full story of why their children are so roughed up and what’s being done about it; a position that’s been doled out to him, you’re sure, because Principal Masamichi blames him for the incident and is punishing him. You can’t deny that seeing Gojo actually get punished for something is nice, but--

“Won’t they be mad to see me instead of you?” You ask him, biting your lip. “I mean . . . you’re his teacher. I’m just your aid.”

“Oh,” Gojo’s eyebrows rise behind his glasses. “No, it’ll be Megumi’s sister who’ll come, she’s a sweetheart! She’ll nod at you and say mournfully that she’ll talk to him and you’ll give her the paperwork, and that’s all – job done! Honestly, if I could palm this off on you and talk to Tsumiki instead, I’d do it in a heartbeat--”

“This is your job,” you tell him, exasperated, and he laughs wide and open. You’re not really supposed to get like this with him – if he were any other teacher, you’re sure that the exasperation and sighing and half-snapping you do would have had you thrown out of their class – but Gojo treats your irritation with him as if it’s the funniest thing that has ever happened. “You’re supposed to be good at dealing with this kind of thing!”

He shrugs.

“You’ll be fine!” He tells you, again. “Honestly, this isn’t the first time this has happened with Megumi and it won’t be the last. That kid’s got a right hook that could knock out an elephant!”

You do not ask him how he knows this. Asking too many questions of Gojo is always flirting with danger; you never know when his mouth will flash into a grin and you’ll suddenly be barraged with a flood of words and stories that don’t quite make sense and never seem to have a concrete end. But you can’t resist one last question – just in case it comes up. After all, it seems that Gojo has spoken to Tsumiki enough times for him to at least kind of know her--

“His sister?”

Gojo looks at you, and for a moment the shroud of capricious energy lifts from him, and he seems entirely serious. You’ve noticed this particular change in him only a few times – and often, those times have been about the more difficult backstories of students.

“His father isn’t around very often,” he says, eventually. “He’s some kind of something or other, Megumi never really says, but whatever he does, there’s a lot of travelling involved. Tsumiki’s his older sister – she’s twenty one, and she’s been more of a parent to him than it seems like his dad has.”

No wonder Megumi always seems suspicious and tired of Gojo. Something about his flighty nature probably strokes the back of Megumi’s psyche, where annoyances about an absent father are kept. You sigh, turning away and shaking your head to rid yourself of the idea of psychoanalysing the students.

“Alright,” you say wearily. “I’ll talk to Tsumiki.”

You’re nervous as you set up for the meeting. You know Gojo had said that this would be easy, that Tsumiki was very sweet and would probably apologise to you for Megumi being a problem – but still! This is the first time you’ve ever met any of your students’ guardian figures in any capacity. You feel kind of bad that it had to be for this kind of news, actually – ordinarily, you like Megumi a lot. He’s very intense and serious and clever, and you think that he has a bright future ahead of him when the trials of being a twelve year old boy finally are over – but this meeting isn’t for saying things like that. This meeting is for giving details of the three day suspension that Megumi has gotten for – you check the paperwork again – fighting three boys by himself on one of the sports courts, making them bleed and . . . breaking one of their arms? No wonder Gojo had seemed so miserable at the thought of meeting with the victims’ parents.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, making sure that it still sits as neatly as you’d arranged it that morning. You check the clock to see you still have two minutes before anyone is due – you discreetly check your lipstick in a compact mirror (yesterday you’d had it on your teeth and you hadn’t realised until Mai had pointed it out with a laugh in her voice), smooth out your pencil skirt, tug at your stockings to make sure they’re pulled up and not wrinkling about your ankles . . .

And then, you wait.

The clock is straight across from you, so you’re able to see as Tsumiki is five minutes late, and then ten minutes late, and then fifteen. The tick-tock echoes in the room as your leg bounces against the floor, anxiety making you want to gnaw all of the carefully applied lipstick off of your mouth. From what Gojo had said, this doesn’t sound like Tsumiki at all – you’re just about to give up and pack all of your things away, figuring maybe she’d called into the office to say she couldn’t make it and telling you had been neglected, when the door slams open.

You rush to your feet, your sensible heels clacking on the ground.

“Miss Fushi--”

Your voice peters away.

The person stood in the doorway is, you’re certain, absolutely not Tsumiki Fushiguro.

For one thing, it’s a man. For another thing . . . well. You’re not entirely sure that a man with that expression on his face would ever be described to anyone as a ‘sweetheart’. Your frightened eyes linger on him for another moment, really taking in the broad shoulders and the muscles and the hair falling over his face, the dark, green eyes that are glaring at you like you’ve interrupted something very important. There’s a scar by his mouth that you also do your best not to stare at, just in the same way you avoid staring at how the form-fitting t-shirt he’s wearing clings to a muscled abdomen.

“It’s Mr, actually,” he says, which seems absurd in the face of him, standing there. He raises one eyebrow at you. “You were expecting my daughter, right?”

(You don’t know it, but Toji Fushiguro has gotten a read on you in less than a moment. He’s seen the wide eyes and the pretty mouth and the neatly appointed outfit, the pencil tucked behind your ear, the slightest tremble faced with his imposing presence – the fear as you’d seen the scar and the smoulder and the body. You’re adorable.)

“I . . . uuh--” Your cheeks are hot. You nod, weakly, and he walks into the room proper, the door swinging shut behind him with a deafening click. There’s danger in every one of this man’s movements, like a wolf who has finally cornered a little rabbit. You are feeling inexorably like prey, at this moment in time.

“I was expecting a man,” he says, shrugging. He sits at the chair in front of Gojo’s desk, pulled up just for him. He looks huge in the classroom; his shoulders too wide, his biceps bulging from the sleeve of the shirt. You don’t think this man was intending to be in a school classroom right now. “I guess you’re not Mr Gojo, huh? Gotta say,” he shoots you a grin that’s dangerous, everything about him is threatening. “I much prefer this development.”

“Oh,” you’re blustering, and it’s so cute. You sit back down in the chair with a quiet displacement of air, agitation in your fingers as you rake through the papers on the desk. Said desk is incredibly messy; Toji doesn’t think it’s yours. He ought to feel mad that they’ve palmed him off on some little assistant who’s probably not even fully qualified yet – instead, he’s watching your hands trembling and your teeth nibbling on your pretty mouth. “Y-yes, G-Gojo’s dealing with the parents of the other party--”

“My kid got into a fight, yeah?” He asks. “Decked ‘em pretty good, from what I heard.” You wince at his words, and that’s cute too.

“Megumi’s a good boy,” you say. “He’s just . . . got his own sense of justice, I think.” You look down at the papers, and your eyes seem to focus, back in a more comforting zone. “He’s been suspended for three days, and when he comes back, he’s on probation.”

“What’s that mean for him?” Toji asks, promptly, though something about the way he says it suggests to you he doesn’t really care. There’s a lightness, an airiness in his tone that sets you all off-kilter.

“It just means we’ll probably keep an especial eye on him. He’ll get a report that’ll need signing off on at the end of every period, someone will check up on it--” You see one of Gojo’s scrawled notes in the margin of the paperwork. You wince. “I’ll be in charge of it, actually. Making sure everyone’s happy with his behaviour for a few weeks--”

“How old are you, sweetheart?”

The question makes you jump. You’re like a doe in headlights, looking up at him. You blink slowly.

“I—I don’t think that’s an appropriate question, Mr Fushiguro,” you say, prim. That’s cute, too. He likes breaking prim and proper things like you. “I’m—I’m doing my training. I’m working as an aid here for a year, and then I’ll be qualified to be in charge of my own class.” There’s a hint of pride in your words, there.

“Toji,” he says. “That’s my name. You haven’t gotta call me ‘Mr Fushiguro’. I’m not tryna’ be pushy,” but he’s inched forward. His elbows are resting on Gojo’s desk, in front of you – he rests his chin on his folded hands, sharp eyes regarding you as if you’re something he wants to devour. “Y’just look tense.”

“This is the first time I’ve met a student’s parent,” you admit, though the minute it’s left your mouth you’re regretting it. Like you’re admitting to some kind of weakness. This close to him, you can see there’s a dark red stain on one of his wrists, like dried blood. Your stomach is tying itself in knots. It’s not helping that his forearms are so big, ridged with muscle.

“That so?” His eyes gleam. “What d’ya think of me?”

You don’t actually need to answer him. He can see it in the way your eyes keep nervously skimming over him. The way your lips are shining in the light. The bob of your throat as you swallow.

“Mr Fushiguro--”

“I told you to call me Toji,” his voice is almost mocking. You watch him lean over the table like you’re somewhere far away from the action – watch his hand reach out and cup your face, calloused thumb brushing your cheek, like you’re a ghost in the corner of the room. His palms feel like they’re burning hot. “You’re tremblin’, little lamb.”

You had thought you’d felt like a rabbit – shy, ready to run at any moment. But the moment his hand is on you, you’re docile – too scared to scamper away. You suppose you are like a lamb, staring a wolf straight on in the face, too stupid or too pliant to use your common sense and run.

“I . . . I shouldn’t,” you say, voice trembling just as much as the rest of you. Toji’s smirk hasn’t left his face. You’re saying you shouldn’t, but he just bets if he reached further down and unbuttoned your blouse, your nipples would pebble for him – he just bets there’s a wet stain on your underwear, right now. He can always tell when someone’s turned on by the idea of playing with fire.

“I wouldn’t mind spendin’ a few weeks with you in charge of me,” he muses, and then chuckles humourlessly, correcting himself. “Sorry. Lemme rephrase that. I’d rather be in charge of you, but--”

Oh, he sees that. The little flash in your eyes, an imperceptible contract of your shoulders. If you weren’t behind the desk, he bets he’d have seen your thighs press together too. Girls like you are just so fucking predictable, and he loves it every single time. There’s just something that’s so much fun about breaking them – making them submit, admit that him being so close with the scent of something-that-might-be-death clinging to him turns them on like nothing else. Your attempts at being haughty and polite and proud have just made the stirring between his thighs harder to ignore. You’re such a cute, neat, demure little thing – by the end of this meeting, he’s going to have his way with you, you bet.

“M-Mr Fushiguro,” you say, trying to wrest back control of yourself – honestly, he’s pissed you aren’t listening to him, but the title’s kind of endearing. You’re trying so hard! Pity you’re going to lose all of your manners when you’re bent over this desk with his cock inside you. You haven’t even moved your face away from his hand. “I-I have to give you these papers.”

He stands up, pulling his own touch away from your cheek. Stretches. Your eyes are drawn to the brief expanse of his stomach, just above his trousers – the dark line of hair leading down to . . . Oh, God. You shouldn’t have thought about that. The grin on his face is cocky, and you know that he knows you were looking.

“I’m just gonna throw ‘em in the trash, sweetheart,” he says to you. “Now. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room, yeah?” He steps closer to you. You totter to your feet, half-unsure, half driven by the low ache between your legs and the thrum of desire that’s been reverberating through you since the moment he’d carelessly thrown out how much happier he was to see you than Gojo. You have to tilt your head up a little when he comes closer. You’d thought you realised how massive he was when he’d walked through the door, but that’s nothing compared to how his size seems to dwarf you. Every unkind thought you’ve ever had about your body or your face seems to have gone out of the window as his heated green gaze hungrily drinks you in. You know it’s the stare of some predator who’s going to devour you, and you still feel transformed. Your breath catches in your throat as his hand idly comes to the top of your blouse buttons, a finger brushing the place in your throat where your pulse is beating its unsteady rhythm.

“Whaddya say, little lamb?” He grins down at you. “Gonna let yourself be caught by the big bad wolf?”

You’re supposed to be telling this man about his son’s misbehaviour, giving him all of the paperwork that Gojo had thrust at you, getting him to say he’ll talk to his kid and try and make sure that it won’t happen again. You shouldn’t be tipping your head back further, letting his fingertips lodge dangerously in the hollow of your throat, flirting with the place where your windpipe is. You shouldn’t be breathing out, all of your pretty prissiness and good morals and pride disappearing where you stand in the face of one of your students’ really hot dad.

“Yes,” you breathe.

And Toji wastes no time.

He doesn’t even bother unbuttoning your blouse; just drags his hand down, and the buttons pop off, scattering on the floor. You gasp at the show of strength, and Toji is still grinning, clearly enjoying that you’re admiring him. His hand pulls at the fabric, until your breasts are fair falling out of it, the blouse wrestles off your skin.

“You’re wearin’ something like this at work?” He asks you, giving a tug to the gore of your bra. You hadn’t done enough washing this week, and the one you’re wearing is all filmy white lace. “Almost like you knew I was comin’ huh?” His grin is crooked. You tremble as you reach behind you, undoing the clasp – and for that, you get a murmur of ‘good girl’ that has your knees turning to jelly.

He whistles as the bra drops from you, his gaze admiring. He takes in the spill of your breasts, the little peaks of your nipples. He takes handfuls of them, squeezing them in his big hands, his fingertips digging in so painfully you can imagine that you’ll have bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow. The idea doesn’t disgust you.

He lowers his head to kiss you. He’s not gentle with you for a moment – his teeth immediately nip at your bottom lip, kissing you hungrily like you’re the first taste of sugar for a man who’s lived on nothing but bread for months. His tongue licks at your lips, begging entrance – dancing against your own when you helplessly open those same lips, demanding in the exact same way Toji is.

He pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger, delighting in how quickly the bud hardens. He rolls it between them, toying with it, enjoying the soft noises you make that get caught in his mouth. If he wasn’t kissing you, he thinks, you’d be bleating like a lamb right now. Huffing and whimpering. When he finally gets his cock in you, he’ll have to remember to clap a hand over your mouth so you don’t attract too much attention.

Your other nipple is given the same treatment, hot lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheting from the touch of Toji’s calloused fingers to the spot between your legs. You’re grateful for how solid Toji is – if he were any less so, you’re sure you’d be buckling over where you stand.

He pulls back with a final, marking nip to your lower lip, almost hard enough to make you bleed. You whine, and a dark chuckle spills out of his lips in response.

“Toji,” you whimper as he pulls away. You miss the feel of his body pressed against yours like a physical ache. His hands encircle your thighs, pushing you up onto the edge of Gojo’s desk, clever fingers already pushing your tight pencil skirt up so it’s bunched around your waist.

He kind of misses ‘Mr Fushiguro’ now it’s gone, but the sight of your stockings digging into your thighs soon chases the thought from his mind. He guesses your skirt is more than long and tight enough to make sure nobody gets a glimpse, but oh . . . that you’d be walking around all day, like that, with nobody to fuck you silly--

He can’t help but let his hands knead the soft skin, the flesh, his thumbs imprinting so hard in the plush that you squirm. He’s pressing your thighs apart, now – revealing the modest underwear, the soaking wet patch where he can see the outline of your plump labia lips.

With your legs spread, he can smell how turned on you are. Oh, yeah – he knows your type, alright.

“Ain’t you cute?” He says, chuckling. “You really want me to do you over this desk?”

“You can’t leave me like this--” Your voice is reedy, breathy, almost petulant – at another time, he’d make you beg for it. He’d take his time over you. But although the idea of being caught fucking the cute little teacher’s aid is briefly appealing, he doesn’t really want to make a whole load of trouble for himself when his cock is practically begging to be sheathed inside your wet holes. “Please--”

It’s the please that does it. It’s always the ‘please’ that does it for Toji. He chuckles, smirks, crooked grin – all of it feels like it’s mixing together in your mind, your throat very dry as nothing seems to matter right now except the fact that your sex is practically pulsing with how empty it is, and you think that the hot hard stiffness pressing against your thighs would really help alleviate some of that.

“Aww,” he says, fiddling with his zip and underwear, grabbing his cock and giving it a cursory pump just so you can admire the sheer size of him. “Don’t worry, little lamb. I’ll give ya what you need.”

He gets what he wants. Your eyes, as big and dark as the eyes of a doe – the soft choke of breath as you get to see the size of it, so big his own fingertips don’t quite meet. It’s the kind of cock that could ruin you for somebody else – and you’ve had sex before, of course, but you’ve never taken anything quite like that--

“That’s cute,” Toji murmurs, pressing forward, nestling his slick cock-head between your soaking wet thighs. “Wish you could have seen what a picture your face made just then. Afraid I’m gonna tear you in two?”

He might – he might, you think. But you pout at him and Toji’s cock throbs, as he glides the slick glans through the mess of your arousal, wetting himself even further. Your breath hitches, your hips doing a cute little jerk as it brushes your swollen clit. He can’t help himself but swirl the head over it some more, making your breath catch and whine, bleating like a little lamb--

He sinks his hips forward, and your fingers flex on the edge of the desk, knuckles white, at the relentless sear of his cock driving you open. You feel so stretched out, and he’s barely a third of the way in – he can’t help but watch your expression. He always likes to see someone the first time they’re impaled on his cock – the glassy eyes, slack jaw, the pleasure-cum-pain in their faces. He wants to take a picture of you and keep it in his wallet so he can pump one out to the sight of you when he’s on business trips and too busy to go out and find himself a hole to fuck.

“How’s that feel?” He asks you, so soft and low that you barely catch it. Another slow inch. He lets you feel every ridge, every vein, every bump of his shaft. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“F-full—” you gasp.

“I bet,” Toji replies – and then, he bottoms out inside you. His eyes look down to where the two of you are joined; the slick fluid leaking out of you, all heat and needy. “You fit me like a glove.”

Your cheeks heat at the compliment, at the lewd way he’s looking at your spread open cunt – the way your hole is fluttering around him, the peeking pearl of your clit. He’s studying you like he wants to learn you by heart.

“Head’s up,” he says. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

You’re about to open your mouth, and ask him what he’s doing right at that moment if he hasn’t started fucking you yet – but then, he’s dragged almost the entire length of his cock out of you in one savage thrust and is immediately spearing it back into you, his pace brutal. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back hitting the solid, flat surface of Gojo’s desk so that you’re flat out with your thighs wrapped around Toji’s hips.

If he weren’t so entranced by the feel of your walls fluttering around him, trying to suck him in further and deeper, so tight that you’re basically a vice, he’d grab you by your hair and force you to stay seated whilst he fucked you. But right now, you feel so good that all he can think about is his own release. The wet sounds of his cock gliding in and out of you, the squelch of your arousal and slick making every pump easier and easier. You feel so good. You’re tighter than he even imagined you could be, so good that he kind of wants to take you home and have you take up permanent residence in his bed.

You’re moaning, your back arching with every one of his thrusts – taking it admirably. There’s pain in your moans, yes – he supposes he could have prepared you better, had you come on his fingers a couple of times, if time were not of the essence – but they’re the pained moans of someone who likes to be hurt a little bit.

With every rock of his cock inside of you, he hits some new spot that you’ve never had stoked before, makes the heat and need inside of you swim just a little bit closer to the forefront. You don’t even notice you’re moaning and whining until a big hand slaps over your mouth, rough, hot palm against your lips, smearing your lipstick.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet,” Toji says to you, through those savage thrusts of his cock inside of you. “You don’t want your . . . your fuckin’ . . . anyone walkin’ in on you being railed by your student’s dad, do you?” You shake your head, but he feels the throb of your cunt around his cock, the way your walls contract, and he adds it to the store of things he’s learning about you. Always the quiet ones, right? Always the proper ones who look as though they’ve never even seen a cock--

The feel of him inside you is absolutely dizzying, so much and so full that you can no longer think. His cock batters against a certain place in your channel, a textured wall – and before you know it, everything is going dizzy and black and white like exploding fireworks, your chest bursting into heat, your inner walls getting so tight around Toji as you come that he thinks you’ll be the one to fucking break him.

Oh, you’re adorable, creaming on his cock – the slick gush of your arousal around him, the dreamy cast in your eye, the fact he can feel you drooling against his palm. He increases the speed of his own thrusts, chasing his release through the weak aftershocks and smaller pulses of you around him, through the over-sensitive squirming of your cute little cunt, the fact that tears are pooling in your eyes at how much everything is suddenly feeling--

He groans and the hand still clinging to your thigh is suddenly pressing so hard you think he’ll snap your bone, ragged breath;

“Fu—fuuuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna take it all, that’s right, good girl--” in between belaboured, ragged pumps, his cock twitching as he manages to pull out at the last moment and his release spills all over your thighs, luridly glistening wet in the overhead fluorescent lights.

That’s another moment he’d take a picture of, if he could.

He’s not the kind of man who waits around. He gives himself ten seconds, to catch his breath, to admire your plush thighs painted with his come, before he’s tucking himself back into his trousers and zipping zippers and doing buttons. He shoves his hands into his pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a second – double checking he’s left nothing of his in the classroom.

Yep. All clear.

He turns to leave, air of cocky confidence back – you only just see the shifting muscles in his back as he turns to go, leaving you where you are. You’re lucky he’s so tall, or you’d probably barely have seen him in front of the door frame (you didn’t even lock the door, anyone could have walked in at any time! You don’t even want to know what Gojo would say if he’d walked in to his aid being fucked like a slut across his desk).

“W-wait,” you say, weakly, still sprawled over the desk with his come cooling on your thighs. You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows, but your entire body feels like it’s just taken a battering. He takes a look back at you from the door, dragging a big hand through his hair, his crooked grin still on his face. You look so pretty like that – all fucked out and messy, the shine taken off of you. “T-the paperwork--”

You’re not sure where said paperwork is. Underneath you, maybe? You hope it didn’t get soaked.

“Told ya’,” he says, dismissively. “I’m just gonna throw it in the trash. Thanks for the fun, sweetheart. See y’around, huh? I should do stuff for the kid’s academic career more often.”

The door slams shut behind him.

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji x you #not sfw #writing #jjk teacher aid au #jjk posting #afab reader #fem pronouns #jjk writing tag

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widdlediddle2 · 2 years

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I love your art for the New Nine AU! Especially the pantsuit on Amanda, it fits her character SO much better than a skirt. Is there any sort of plot to it? I’d love to hear 👀

SECOND TRY CUZ THE FIRST TIME I TRIED ANSWERING TUMBLR CRASHED ON ME😒😒

OKAY for starters the new nine au is still in the works so there’s not a concrete storyline yet (so there might be some changes in the future) but there is one I’ve been developing!!^^

This au and my future au are connected Ive made the mistake of not putting their tags together but the future au doesn’t happen until Yknow,, the future anyways

The new nine au is basically just canon but they made the new nine witches an actual group (basically just witches that help/protect others)

Akkos the main leader of the group since she was the one that created it. (Shes not very good at being the leader at first so diana helps)

The new nine started getting uniforms and stuff when they were in their senior year so they are more known as a group.

It starts off with small jobs like helping the mayor with a magic related issue, helping with charity work or even just helping others with whatever they need

In this au I like to think that when akko released the grand triskellion and magic spread all over the world she released other magic beasts that were locked away with it.

The monsters appear randomly around the world so the witches go around using leylines to track the beasts

I’ll explain what each of the characters main role is:

Akko: (as I’ve stated before) the leader

Diana: kinda like the 2nd leader to the group, the problem solver

Amanda: basically the person you would want if you need to steal something/ go on a stealth mission with

Lotte: the peace keeper! And she can talk to spirits so that’s a big help when they need information about a certain monster

Sucy: mushroom specialist🙄💅/basically just like canon makes useful potions that will help the group

Jasminka: the muscle of the group!

Constantze: mechanic/ makes tech and machines that help the new nine

Chariot: the babysitter she plans the groups missions and makes sure they stay safe/ on occasion she goes on missions with them if they are dealing with something that can harm the girls badly

Croix: just like constanze she makes useful technology. Also the primary Researcher of the monsters so if the new nine need to know how to fight a beast she’s the one they go to/ also like chariot she goes on missions occasionally

Bonus?

Hannah and Barbara: since they aren’t part of the new nine in canon I really didn’t know what to do with them (sorry Hannah and Barbara enjoyers) but, I think they help at the sidelines tho! Informing the new nine if they find something or help if they need extra backup on a mission

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I really am no story teller so if I made a mistake or if something doesn’t seem right just tell me!^^ or just dm me idk

That’s all I have to share right now! This has gotta be one of my longest post about an au yet! I’m no good at explaining stories in words but if this does get enough attention I might write even more about this au in a later post!

But yeah! If you have any questions about this au or anything you wanna add (I’m taking suggestions on what I should do in this au) just submit something or just put an ask in my inbox!^^

#little witch academia #new nine au #lwa #I can also do how the future au ties into this one in a later post #but #anyways #I hope you liked this #PLZ #IF ANYONE HAS QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS AU #PLEASE DONT HESITATE TO ASK #I LOVE IT WHEN OTHERS ASK ME ABOUT MY AUS IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

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roboticspacecase · 3 years

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Dipper bringing Bill shopping and Bill discovering Doritos and other triangle or cone shaped snacks

“You’re not going to stick your head that far out of the window, you need to have a seatbelt on!” Dipper reached over to the passenger seat of his car, gripping the front of Bill’s shirt and yanking him further into the car. “I’m not going to have one of our first trips out of the house together be you getting me pulled over.”

Bill blew a raspberry at Dipper as he settled back into his seat. “You humans and your horrible, boring laws. Can’t a guy have fun with his new body?”

Dipper rolled his eyes, trying to focus more on the road than Bill. “Sure, but it has to be fun that doesn’t get me in trouble. And they don’t know it’s a new body, so why would they give you that freedom? Hell, even if you told them it was a new body, they would wanna throw you in a home somewhere.”

“Yeesh, I know all that, I was just joking. Pull the pine tree out of your ass and relax, Pine Tree.”

The two of them stuck their tongues out at each other, mostly staying silent for the rest of the car ride to the store. Ford had trusted this simple task to Dipper and Bill mostly to see how the demon would react out in public. He had been in his body for several months, getting used to it and being held captive by Ford who watched him to be sure that he couldn’t cause any chaos while in it.

None of them were entirely sure how he even got the body. He just showed up one day years after he had tried to end the world, walking out of the woods naked and coming to the Mystery Shack for help. Bill claimed that he also didn’t know what happened, that maybe one of his deals had gone wrong or something, but none of the Pines bought that.

Which was why Dipper had basically become the babysitter for him when Ford was busy. And Ford happened to be busy often.

“I love that you humans keep things in big, concrete boxes,” Bill laughed as they arrived at the store.

While making sure he had everything he needed—phone, wallet, keys, all tucked in his pockets—Dipper gave a quick shrug to Bill. “They’re sturdy,” he reasoned, bewildered that Bill was even thinking of something so trivial. “Anyway, we have a list to stick to, so just follow me and don’t wander off or grab things that I don’t approve. Stan will kick both of our asses if we don’t stick to the budget.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be good,” Bill huffed.

The two walked into the store together, Dipper grabbing a cart and silently praising Bill for not immediately walking off or climbing into the basket. He thought for sure the demon would cause him problems right off the bat, but it seemed that he was trying to behave. Which made Dipper wonder about his overall plans even more. Whatever Bill was going for, it was confusing as all hell.

Most of the aisles were easy to navigate through, Dipper grabbing everything Mabel had written in her crazy handwriting on the pink, bedazzled paper. Bill simply walked beside him, eyes wandering but his feet never once stepping too far from the cart.

Until they got to the snack aisle, that is.

The second the demon’s nearly golden eyes landed on the chips he bolted from Dipper’s side and ran right to the Doritos.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! This is such an impractical shape for a chip, why would they do this unless it was influenced by yours truly?” Bill held one of the bags up to his face, smiling as if he had won some award.

“The corners are meant to help with dip. People dip their chips into different stuff, y’know. And most of them come broken anyway.” Dipper nabbed the bag from Bill, tossing it back on the shelf. “And we’re not getting them if you were hoping for that.”

Bill gave Dipper a cartoonish pout, crossing his arms over his chest. “No fun! I find what is basically my children and you tell me I can’t take them home? You’re cruel, Pine Tree.”

“Your-? You know what, I’m not entertaining this. Let’s move on, please.” Dipper pushed the cart forward, grabbing the bag of tortilla chips Mabel wanted for nachos then leaving the aisle with Bill not far behind him.

The demon was calm again up until they got to the frozen treat area where a box of pre-made ice cream cones caught Bill’s attention. Yet again the demon held the product up to his face, that time making an incredulous look.

“C’mon! A bowl shape would be best for the chips and this, and yet they keep doing the triangle or pyramids. I didn’t know my manipulation of mankind went this far. You know you’ve done well as an influencer when even snacks take your likeness.” Bill looked so smug holding the box of frozen treats, Dipper couldn’t help but laugh because Bill had to be joking.

“Or,” Dipper started, grabbing the box, “they use it because regardless of what stuff you’ve messed up in human history, a triangle is still a shape. Same with pyramids. Not everything is about you, y’know.”

Bill snorted, leaning against the cart and getting right in Dipper’s face. “Everything is about me because what I perceive is what reality is, therefore if I can connect something to being about me, it is.”

Rather than try to offer a retort, Dipper simply pushed the cart forward, causing Bill to stumble. “Let’s get moving, we’re almost done.” Dipper kept walking, though he had to stop when a firm, tan hand gripped the edge of the cart and kept it in place.

“You’re not fun, Pine Tree. Can’t we just laugh about things like we do when we’re... Alone in your room?” The demon raised his brow and smirked, Dipper’s cheeks burning red from the look.

They may or may not have spent some time alone together, Dipper being a little more friendly with the demon than he ever intended to. It had never been anything too far, but they had certainly been more comfortable around each other than they were being in the store.

“Alright, fine, haha triangle funny. Just- Let’s hurry, alright? And we agreed not to bring that up.” Dipper pushed the cart again, glad that Bill let go of it.

“We’ll get you to loosen up more one day, Pine Tree.” Bill wiggled his eyebrows with his suggestive comment, Dipper’s face turning an even deeper red.

“Just- Just shut up, dude, c’mon let’s be done with shopping.” Despite the demon’s laughter, Dipper pushed on and kept his mind on the list so that Mabel wouldn’t scold him for forgetting something.

Bill was going to be the absolute death of him.

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Affluenza | Pt2

Pairing: JJ × Kook!Reader

Summary: Y/N celebrates her birthday with a party that she didn't want to throw and finds out a sad truth about the boy that's not quite her boyfriend, but being in each other's company makes things at least a little better.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and descriptions of injury, reference to drugs

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I'm so happy that so many people liked pt1!! It means the absolute world to me that people are reading and enjoying my work 🥰 Pt3 might take a little longer to get out, but I'll try to post it asap.

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Pt1 here | Pt3 here

“Why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday on Saturday!?” JJ exclaimed, letting go of your hand and sitting up from where you had both been lying on the deck of your boat.

“I didn’t think it was that big a deal.” You replied with a laugh. “I kinda just forgot to mention it.”

“But what if I wanted to buy you a present?”

“I don’t need a present from you JJ.” You smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek and pulling him down for a kiss.

The two of you had been dating for a couple of months now, and although you very much considered yourselves to be together neither of you had said the words ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ yet. The time you spent together was private, you kept it a secret from everyone; you didn’t want your family to know and he was hesitant to tell his friends, exactly why you weren’t sure but you didn’t want to pry. It wasn’t as if you were sneaking around, you were just being careful.

“I have plenty things already, your company is enough.” You said, pulling away from the kiss and sitting up yourself. “But unfortunately I won’t be able to see you on my actual birthday. Mom’s making me throw a party and every teenager on Figure Eight will be there, so I doubt you’d want to come.”

“I wouldn’t be welcome even if I did want to.” JJ chuckled. You hummed in agreement.

“That’s why I wanted to celebrate today.” You chirped, getting up to retrieve a cooler that you had brought with you.

“What’s in there?”

“A special birthday picnic.”

“Oh, I see.” He grinned as you took your seat opposite him again. “And what does that consist of?”

“Well, let’s have a look.” You opened up the cooler and looked in at what you had packed with a smile. “Of course the standard picnic items; sandwiches, fruit, some baked sweets.” You listed as you took them out of the cooler. “And then, as I learned from my mother, a young lady cannot celebrate her birthday without a bottle of champagne.”

“Fancy.” JJ nodded, taking the bottle from you.

“Not as fancy as these.” You said, taking the glasses out. “Crystal champagne flutes. I snuck them out of the cabinet. We only use them for the most special of occasions and my mom loves them so we have to be careful.”

“I can be careful.” JJ poured the champagne, and you clinked your glasses with a smile. “Happy early birthday.”

“This is a much better celebration than my party will be.” You sighed, finishing your sip and setting your glass down. “I don’t understand why my mom insists that I have to have one, I’m not actually friends with anyone that’s coming.”

“But I thought you said every kid on Figure Eight was going? You’re not friends with anybody?”

“No, not really. They’re all just so fake, I can’t stand it. I genuinely don’t think that any of them are really friends with each other and they’re just constantly pretending, but I can’t be bothered to pretend.” You rolled your eyes and JJ laughed.

“Sounds exhausting.” He smiled.

“What are your friends like, J?” You asked, genuinely just curious. He told you a bit about them, stories of the crazy stuff they had done, but you never got in depth about it. You felt like it was probably because he wasn’t ready to integrate the two parts of his life.

“They’re good.” He nodded. “I mean, we’re basically family. They’re just not the biggest fans of Kooks.”

“Well, neither are you.” You giggled.

“You know what I mean. I think you’d like them, I’m just worried that they wouldn’t want to give you chance.”

“How much do you bet I could win them over just like I did you?”

“I wouldn’t love it if you won them over exactly the same way as me.” He smirked, gently taking hold of your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, which you both laughed into. “I'm gonna get you a birthday present. What if I come by on Saturday just for a minute to deliver it?”

“You know I’ll be happy to see you, but nobody else at the party will.”

“Eh, who cares.” He shrugged, and you grinned broadly.

“Okay, if you insist.” You conceded. “Now let’s eat this picnic that I so painstakingly curated.”

+ + +

Your birthday party was in full swing, the ground floor of your house teeming with teenagers. People were drinking, dancing and jumping in the pool and you weren’t enjoying any of it.

Your mother had gifted you a particularly ugly necklace that was basically just a tangle of gold chain, and Nicholas had openly bad mouthed your father for only getting you a few books, even though that’s what you had asked for. The detest that you felt for him was justified. Your dad was actually supposed to have arrived back on the island the day before, but it wasn’t unusual for him to get held up with work.

You pushed past a group of boys having some loud conversation on your way into the kitchen and poured yourself a strong drink. You threw the drink back in one gulp and slammed the plastic cup back down onto the countertop with a loud sigh.

“What’s wrong, birthday girl?” Topper asked over the music, his arm slung around Sarah’s shoulders as they came up beside you.

“I’m fine.” You shrugged.

“Did your dad get you a good present this year?” Sarah asked with a smile. “A new car maybe?”

“I already have a car.” You replied with a flat chuckle. “He got me some books that I asked for.”

“That’s kinda boring.” Topper commented. You rolled your eyes and Sarah smacked him in the side.

“I think that’s sweet. What kind if books?”

You told Sarah about the books you had gotten, actually kind if enjoying the conversation. Sarah was actually pretty easy to talk to, you felt like the fact that you weren’t putting on an act made her kind of drop hers, and it was a refreshing break from the way that the rest of the teens on Figure Eight were constantly pretending to be the perfect versions of themselves.

Your explanation of the premise of one of your books was interrupted when you felt your phone ringing in your pocket. You took it out and saw that it was your dad, and you smiled.

“I gotta take this.” You excused quickly before rushing outside to get away from the music. You answered the call excitedly, greeting your dad with a bright tone.

“Hey, Pumpkin, happy birthday!” He exclaimed. “I’m sorry I didn’t call this morning, I got caught up in meetings. You know how it is.”

“I know, dad. It’s okay, you’re calling now. Are you done with work? Do you think you’ll get here tonight?” You questioned eagerly. You heard him let out a sigh, and your smile fell.

“About that, sweetheart, I’ve had a few bumps in the road.” He began. You felt your heart sink and you were already scolding yourself for getting your hopes up before he could even tell you what the reason for missing your birthday was. “My meetings haven’t gone as well as I’d hoped and it looks like I’m going to be held up for a few more days.”

“Oh, right, okay.” You nodded, keeping your voice steady even as your eyes welled with tears. “Hope things get better then.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I really did want to be there. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back; we can have a movie marathon night, completely your pick.” You let out a chuckle despite yourself. He might not be around much but he still knew you well, and movie marathon nights were one of your favourite things to do with him.

“Sounds great, dad. I can’t wait.”

“I hope you’ve had a good day, at least. What have you been getting up to?”

“I’m having a party, actually.” You replied. You didn’t need to tell him that you didn’t want to have the party and weren’t actually really enjoying it.

“Right now? I’ll let you get back to it then.” Your dad smiled down the phone. “Have fun.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Love you, Pumpkin.”

“Love you too.”

You said your goodbyes and ended the call, and you tucked your phone back into the pocket of your shorts. You just stood there for a few moments, the loud music and whooping of partying teenagers emanating from the house, before tears began to fall. You shook with a silent sob and had to take a seat on the concrete of your driveway.

You sat there, with your legs pulled up to your chest and your head in your knees, for a few minutes. You sniffed, wiping your tears away on the back of your hand, when you heard a shuffle of footsteps and looked up quickly.

“JJ.” You acknowledged quickly, furiously wiping at your eyes as he walked up the driveway.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked, his voice edged with concern. You were ready to brush away his concerns, but as he got closer you saw the bruising on his face and suddenly you had some worries of your own.

“What happened to you?”

“I asked first.” JJ countered. You watched him as he came to sit down next to you, lifting your hand and softly placing it just below his purpled cheekbone, inspecting the fresh bruising around his eye and the split in his lip, then noticing the discolouration around his collarbone. He took the hand away gently, intertwining your fingers, and you saw that there was no bruising on his knuckles; these weren’t injuries earned in a fair fight. “Why are you crying?” He repeated.

“No, that doesn’t matter.” You shook your head. You weren’t trying to downplay your upset anymore, you just knew that whatever had happened to JJ was more important. “Who did this to you, JJ?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He smiled, but there was no joy or amusement behind it. You hesitated for a moment before conceding.

“My dad missed my birthday again.” You told him. “The last time he actually made it home for my actual birthday was when I turned eleven, and yet somehow I still get my hopes up every year. I hate this party, there are at least three different types of club drugs being taken in my house right now, I’m sad. You’re turn.”

JJ sighed. He looked down at your joined hands, pausing to think for a moment before looking back up at you. He let out a short breath of soft laughter, lifting his free hand and smoothing his thumb over the crease that had formed on your brow.

“Promise not to freak out?” He asked.

“Okay.” You replied shakily. You could try to limit your reaction at least. “But you have to tell me the truth, J.”

“My dad hits me.” JJ said quickly, and you felt your lips part in shock. “I stay with John B most of the time, I try to stay out of his way when I’m home, but it’s not like I can avoid him completely.”

“Wha- Why don’t you tell somebody?” You stuttered. “Call the police or protective services or-?”

“I don’t want to.” He interrupted. “I’m happy here with my friends and if I get protective services involved then they’ll ship me off to the mainland. I can deal with my dad.”

“This doesn’t look like dealing.” You muttered softly, pushing the collar of his t-shirt to the side to get a better look at the bruise that it was partially covering. “When is this from?”

“Yesterday. I went home to get some money so I could buy you this.” JJ shifted to reach into his pocket and pulled out a small, flat box. “It’s not much but it’s all I could afford.”

You took the box from him curiously, unlinking your hand from his so that you could pull off the lid. Inside was a small silver necklace, a thin chain with a small circular pendant. When you lifted it up you saw that the pendant had a map of the world etched into it. The necklace was simple and sweet, and you felt a big smile take over your face.

“You didn’t have to get me this, J.” You simpered.

“I told you I wanted to.” He smiled back. You handed the box back to him and turned to face away, and JJ eagerly fastened the chain around your neck. He struggled a little with the tiny clasp, making you giggle. His hands ran over your shoulders before he dropped them, and you turned back to him with the smile gone from your face.

“You went through that just so you could buy this for me?” You murmured. JJ's smile faltered but didn’t fall, and he nodded slightly.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. It’s just what happens.”

You sat silently for a little while, but your peaceful moment was interrupted by a loud round of cheering from inside. You looked over your shoulder towards the house with a groan, but then lightened up when you got an idea.

“You wanna get away from this bullshit?” You asked, gesturing towards the party.

“You wanna leave your own birthday party?” He asked with a chuckle. You shrugged.

“Nobody will notice that I’m gone. I’ll just have to come back at, like, midnight to kick everybody out.”

“Okay, then let’s go.” JJ smiled.

“Alright. Give me one minute.” You giggled, getting up quickly. “Just wait here a sec.”

You ran back into the house and pushed past all of the people to the stairs, heading up to your bedroom. You had kept the door locked to keep out horny couples. You rooted through one of your drawers until you found a set of keys, switched out of your party sandals to a pair of converse, and grabbed your car key off of your vanity before heading back out, making sure to lock your door behind you again.

You paused on the stairs to scan the crowd until you spotted Sarah, and pushed past the bodies towards her.

“Y/N! Where’d you go?” She shouted over the music.

“Just outside. I’m gonna disappear from the party for the bit, can you call me if something major happens?” You asked. Sarah frowned.

“But this is your birthday party.”

“I know it’s weird, but I’ve got some other stuff going on right now and I just need to get away for a bit.”

“Okay, I guess that makes sense. I’ll call you if anything happens.” She nodded, though the confusion was still clear on her face.

“Thanks. I’ll see you later.” You smiled, before heading back out.

JJ was stood at the side of the driveway waiting for you when you came back out, slamming the front door shut after yourself. You grabbed his hand and pulled him after you to your car with a smile.

“Where are we going?” He questioned as you started the engine and began backing out.

“My other house.” You answered.

“Sorry, did you say ‘other house’?”

“My dad’s house. He hasn’t been home in eight months and I haven’t been there in about five, but a cleaner comes by every two weeks to maintain it.” You explained.

“Jesus you’re rich.” JJ mumbled. He had a teasing smile on his face but the comment made you feel a little guilty.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to show off or anything. We don’t have to go to my dad’s if you don't want-"

“Y/N, it’s fine.” He laughed. “You didn’t choose to be born into a rich family the same way I didn’t choose to be born into a poor one.”

“I know, I just don’t want to be... insensitive isn’t the right word. I just don’t want to seem like I take it for granted; I don’t want you think that I’m that kind of person.”

“I don’t.” He assured you. “You don’t treat me like I’m any different for being poor, so I don’t care that you’re rich.”

It wasn’t long until you were pulling into the driveway of your dad’s house. It was grand and expensive looking, but it was still smaller than your mom’s; she had kept the house after the divorce and since your dad wasn’t even home most of the time he’d decided that he didn’t need quote so much space.

The inside was modestly decorated, no elaborate sculptures or outlandish wall decorations like so many of the other houses on Figure Eight. The furniture was very nice, and the few paintings and things that were on the walls were expensive, but your father was a man of simple taste. He didn’t even have any fancy chandeliers.

“I expected something more opulent for the richest man in the Outer Banks.” JJ commented as he looked around.

“Since when was opulent a word in your vocabulary?” You questioned with a giggle. JJ gasped, and pinched you in the side with a frown.

“I’m not completely dumb.” He objected.

You laughed, grabbing his hand and dragging him after you into the living room. You flicked on the light before dropping yourself onto the sofa and pulling JJ down with you.

“What kind of movies do you like?” You asked him as you picked up the remote and switched on the TV.

“Uh, I don’t know, action and horror.” He shrugged.

“What kind of horror? Slasher? Psychological? Paranormal?”

“I don’t know.” He chuckled. You gave an exaggerated sigh, going into the horror section on Netflix.

“Fine, I guess I’ll pick.”

You ended up putting on The Blair Witch Project after discovering that JJ had never seen it, and the two of you settled down. You were thankful to be away from the crowded mess of your birthday party and just have a quiet night with JJ.

“But I don’t understand how they managed to make it scary, basically nothing happened.” JJ perplexed after the movie ended.

“Yeah, that’s why it’s genius.” You grinned up at him. Throughout the course of the film you had ended up lying across the sofa with your head resting on his lap. “All of the horror is in the fact that you know that something this out there but you never see it. Modern horror movies could never.”

“That’s crazy bro.” He said, making you laugh. He looked down at you with an amused smile and a sparkle in his eye that made your heart jump.

“Do you wanna stay here for the night?” You offered once your laughter subsided. “I’m sure my dad has some stuff in his closet that you can sleep in.”

“Are you sure? I mean, don’t you have to go home?”

“Nah, my mom and Nicholas are staying at a hotel tonight so that I can have my party so they won’t know that I’m not there.” You shrugged. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’d like to stay.” He smiled. You let out a relieved breath that you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

“Cool. I need to go and kick everyone out of my house but we can watch another movie when I get back if you want?”

“Sounds good to me. Do you want me to come with you?”

“Probably best if you don’t, you know, with the whole ‘every Kook on the island is there’ thing.” JJ laughed lightly at that.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He nodded. “Can I have a shower while you’re gone.”

“Sure.” You chuckled as you sat up. “You can use my en suite and I’ll get you something to change into.”

You took him upstairs, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts from one of your dad’s drawers before showing him into your room. It was plainly decorated like the rest of the house, but you had posters and photos tacked up and covering almost every inch of the walls.

“This is nice.” JJ smiled, looking around.

“Don’t go snooping around while I’m gone, a person’s bedroom is their kingdom.”

“I’ll mind my own business.” He agreed with a salute that made you grin.

“And make sure you dry off properly, I don’t want you dripping all over my nice carpet.”

“Jeeze, any more rules?”

“Uh, nope. I think that’s it.” You chirped. “I should be back in, like, half an hour. I’m pretty sure I left some chicken nuggets in the freezer last time I was here, you can have those if you get hungry. Or maybe I’ll get takeout on my way back?”

“Takeout sounds good.” JJ nodded, beaming, and pulled you in for a kiss before you left.

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Fully Completely 3

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: On to part three. Sorry for being a human disaster.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

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Chapter 3: Or it will move right through me

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Jerome annoyed you as he picked through your tool box and clicked the ratchet noisily. He was excited but impatient and complained that you were taking so long. You told him if he wanted to pay out of pocket for labour, you could finish faster.

You sat by his bike, parts strewn at your feet, and bent your head to look under the tank. You still had a lot to go and hadn’t yet added anymore of the gross chrome to the frame.

“Do you realise how filthy this is gonna get?” you huffed as you sat up and leaned your elbows on your legs, “not to mention how ridiculous it looks.”

“I like it. It’s just my style,” your brother grinned, “I don’t remember you spending this much time on Bucky’s ride and you and him--”

“He had me replace the tailpipe, you want nothing short of a rebuild,” you scoffed, “and you’re not the boss.”

“Don’t remind me,” he rolled his eyes, “guess it could be worse though. It could be Steve.”

“Thank god it’s not,” you chuckled, “I don’t know how many women had to toss beer in his face before he latched onto that mousy one at the bakery.”

“She’s nice,” Jerome shrugged, “far as I know. She doesn’t talk to anyone but Steve.”

“I wonder why,” you tisked, “he has insecurity written across his forehead.”

The tinny bell rang and the door whooshed open as the wind caught it. Jerome glanced over and dropped the ratchet noisily into the drawer of the tool box. You growled in warning as you spent much of your spare cash on those. He apologised quietly as he squared his shoulders at the man who appeared.

“Hey,” Bucky wiped the flakes from his hair and blew out a shiver.

“Bucky,” Jerome said rigidly.

The other man nodded and stepped further inside the garage. He shoved his hands in his pockets and paced aimlessly around the concrete floor. You watched him as you fiddled with the bolt in your hand.

“You wanna head down to the bar?” It wasn’t a question as Bucky came to face you, “I gotta talk to your sister.”

“Sure,” Jerome replied sharply, “you got it, boss.”

Bucky grumbled and waited for him to leave. He sniffed and kicked his toe into the floor.

“So… what’re you doing here? Been a while so must be urgent,” you sat up on the rolling stool and stretched your back.

“The whole town’s talking about it. You fighting him,” his brows drew together, “I told you I’d take care of him.”

“You didn’t,” you said evenly, “so I did.”

“I talked to him--”

“And said what?” you snorted.

“Look, you don’t understand. You said it yourself, you don’t care about my business. You don’t get what’s going on but what I need from him is bigger than your temper.”

“Excuse me? This is my fault? He broke into my shop, he followed me from that diner and he put his hands on me,” you stood and tossed the bolt away, “what do you want me to do, Buck?”

“First, I want you to remind yourself who I am. We’re not fucking anymore so that mouth isn’t as cute,” he warned, “and I want you to play nice.”

“All you have to do is keep him away from me. How hard is that for a man like you, huh? You’re the big dog.”

“Watch it,” he pointed at you, “I won’t tell you again.”

“He’s here to deal with you, not me,” you insisted, “he grabbed me, I defended myself, and I’ll do it again.”

“This isn’t grade school anymore, you can’t fight the boys,” he sighed.

“What are you saying?”

He was silent as his jaw ticked and his blue eyes strayed to the ceiling. You stepped closer and gripped your hips as you stared him down.

“There’s nothing else I can do for you. Nothing else I will do. He’s your problem.”

He met your glare and you scoffed in disgust, “you’re fucking serious? What do these idiots have on you?”

“It’s not what they have on me, it’s what I want from them. I’m planning for something bigger than Birch, that means there’s gonna be some sacrifices,” he shrugged.

“Sacrifices? Is that what you call it? Well, here’s one for you, the next time you get a little scuff on your tank or your headlight starts to flicker, you can head down to Carl’s,” you scowled.

“Don’t do this,” he gritted through his teeth.

“I can get business without you. I do better work than Carl, you know that. So go, I’ll deal with that asshole on my own, how I see fit.”

He inhaled and lifted his chin. He closed his eyes and thought.

“Damn it,” he swore, “you can’t make anything fucking easy. What is it with you women and your god damn--” he lifted his hand and stopped himself, “you get in the way of my business, and you won’t be so worried about Loki.”

“Oh yeah? That’s what he said about you,” you mocked, “what’s with you men and your egos?”

His lip curled and he breathed through his teeth. His eyes lit up and he punched his palm as he turned away quickly.

“I hope he has his fun with you. Maybe he can fuck some sense into you,” Bucky growled, “God knows I tried.”

“You weren’t that good,” you snipped.

He kicked the shelf of wipers hung near the front of the shop and grunted. He stormed to the doorway and stopped to look back at you.

“You’ll be wishing it was me…” he hissed.

He waved you off and continued through the front door, slamming it behind him loudly. You stared at the scattered packages of wipers and bit down on your tongue. You wanted to run out and strangle that idiot but you knew how he could be. It was the reason you broke off your little fling; he was too much like you. Hard-headed and volatile.

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You weren’t going to change just because the town was overrun by asshole men. You were standing your ground and that meant you were going to finish your club sandwich and enjoy one lunch without interruption.

The café was busier that day as the snowfall dwindled and the streets were mostly cleared as the plows made their regular rounds. You looked through the window as the school kids stopped by the bakery for hot drinks on their lunch and circled the rim of your mug with your fingertip. You sensed it was only the lull before the storm.

Further down you could see the corner of The Asp and heard a rumbling engine. Your shop remained empty except for Jerome’s bike. Since Bucky’s visit, you were too worked up to concentrate anyway. You wanted to take your wrench and knock every man in town in the head with it.

Nora brought your sandwich as Kimmie didn’t work on the weekends and your side of soup. You would eat both and leave satisfied. You wouldn’t let anyone ruin your day off. Well, not that you had very much to do aside from that.

You dipped your crusts in the tomato soup and stared at the seat across from you. Empty. Perfect.

You scooped the last of the bowl into your mouth and wiped your lips with the napkin. You stood and gulped up your coffee. You left money on the table and headed out. A peaceful, solitary lunch all to yourself.

You skipped the shop and continued down the street. You pushed into the hobby shop you rarely ventured into, more a bookshop if you were honest. You greeted the man at the counter with a smile. When you were a girl, you remembered he ordered you a special set of paints as the ones in his store were all dried up. Lu, you recalled his name.

You went to the shelves of models and looked over the new arrivals. You took the Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am off the shelf and smirked. Your father had one just like it when you were a kid. It wasn’t exactly new. You grabbed a bottle of black paint with it, always running low on the stuff, and headed for the counter.

Lu punched the buttons on his till and you heard a creak. Light footsteps emerged from the basement of used books as you opened your wallet.

“I didn’t take you as bookish,” Loki’s voice made you cringe.

You didn’t answer and counted out the bills for your purchase, “actually, you got any glue? I didn’t see any on the shelf.”

“Hmm, oh,” Lu turned and bent to reach into a box, “haven’t stocked up but these came in just before the storm.”

He added the orange and white tube to your bag and you added another bill. He counted out your change and handed it to you.

“Quite interesting what small towns can hide,” Loki didn’t wait to step up to counter and stood close, his sleeve against yours, “An antique edition of Whitman. One of the only Americans I read.”

You looked down at the worn tome, the edges fraying and the letters faded. It was marked up to a couple hundred. You could appreciate a love for reading but you weren’t entirely sure some old paper was worth all that.

“I’ll need the reading material as my visit has been prolonged,” he mused as you grabbed your bag and headed for the door, “my brother is due to return so I will stay in his place… get to know the town of Birch more intimately.”

You hid your disgust at his words and continued out the door. His exaggerated tones stuck in your head as you passed the window and absently swung your bag. You hated him. You really did. You should have bashed him over the head with that dumb book.

You thought of that day in the snow and smiled. You knew that shame lingered in him. You would have no problem repeating that scene.

You came up to your shop and stopped short. The burly redhead who arrived with the pestilent man stood at your door, peering in through the window, angling his head as he tried to see around the blinds. You cleared your throat as you neared.

“Something I can help you with?” you asked dully.

“Oh, ah,” he turned and laughed at himself, “I thought… Loki, I thought he’d be here.”

“No. He wouldn’t be,” you said, “he’s down at the book shop.”

“Thanks. He apologise?” He prodded.

“You seem to know him well. You think he did?” you challenged.

“Ah, nah,” he smiled awkwardly, “s’pose he didn’t.”

“S’pose he didn’t,” you echoed, “it would be smart if you kept him away from here.”

“Yeah, uh, should do,” he sidled past you and you listened to his heavy boots clump along the beaten snow.

You took out your key and unlocked the door. You closed it quickly behind you, that man’s presence set you on edge. He hadn’t shown any of the venom of his associate but he was loyal to him. You double checked the locks on all the doors and made certain all windows were closed.

You went up stairs into your apartment and stripped off your coat and boots. You sat at the small table where you ate those dinners you didn’t forget and unpacked your new model. You sorted the pieces and spread out the instructions. The image of the car on the box brought back nostalgic memories. You wouldn’t know all you did about bikes if it wasn’t for your dad. You missed him every day for the last… too many years.

You lost yourself in the tiny parts. You hunched over the table and carefully dabbed glue onto the plastic. Your eyes began to itch as the windows dimmed and you got up to turn on the lamp. You kept building well after dark and finally left the half-finished car on the table.

You stretched out your limbs as you stripped down to only your loose tee and yawned. You fell into bed and turned on the old tube television. You hit play on the VCR and the loud previews blared from the boxy speakers. You rolled yourself in your comforter and sat through the same movie trailers you’d watched a dozen times.

You were never a romantic but you the movie was another shadow of your childhood. Your grandma used to watch Kathleen Turner whenever you went to her place. She would serve you yogurt and berries and turn on the cheesy action flick and if you slept over, she would put in the sequel right after.

Your rituals kept you sane. You found it was easier to know what to expect and given your temper, it was better not to be surprised. You were always the trouble child and you regretted all those times your dad had to come talk to the principal or walk you home from school. You promised him you would be better.

Still you didn’t regret what you did. He always told you to stand up for yourself. Hell, he taught you how to throw a punch and all your best insults were inherited from him. You smiled as you thought of him and hugged your pillow as the intro played and the credits flicked up one name at a time.

You drifted off in the glow of the television and the sound effects sank into your dreams. You were still in Birch but thick vines had grown around all the buildings and billowing leaves shrouded the skies. The town had turned to jungle and you could hear the growls and grunts of beasts unseen.

You spun as a twig snapped and a snake uncoiled from a branch and fell into the brush at your feet. You stepped back and it slithered towards you. You stumbled and ran away as you could hear its skin smoothly glide through the grass at your feet. You tripped as its long body wrapped around your ankles and you crashed to the ground.

You struggled as the snake constricted your body and wound its neck around to face you. Its green eyes shone as its black scales gleamed. Its tongue flicked against your cheek and you felt its hot breath as it opened its mouth and revealed long, frightening fangs. You screamed as its bite loomed and you woke with a start.

The visions of the wild jungle faded but the heat did not. You blinked as an amber haze took over the room and you fought through your messy blankets and tumbled onto the floor. Your curtains were alight along with much of the wall. You bachelor was blazing with orange flames and you could barely see the door through the smoke.

You coughed and scrambled to your feet. Your eyes streamed and you blindly ran for the door and flew down the stairs. The shop was almost entirely engulfed as you reached the lower landing and you fumbled with the front door as flames licked closer and closer.

You burst out into the frozen night and your feet were numbed by the ice and snow. You retreated from the burning building, your life set aflame, and turned back as you reached the sidewalk. Sirens screamed and made you wince as you crossed your arms and chattered against the cold.

“Pity,” the slither made your skin crawl, “though I suppose it is a blessing you at least saved yourself.”

You glanced at Loki as your vision blurred with the tears of realisation. Everything you had was turning to ash before you. You blinked away the droplet and sneered at him. He smirked and you knew. He smirked and he knew. It wasn’t an accident.

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