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miley1442111 · 11 months ago

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HEYY I WAS THE ONE WHO ASKED FOR THAT FIC WHERE RAFE HAD TO CHOOSE IT WAS PERFECTTTT SO MUCH MORE PERFECT THAN I WAS EXPECTING!!! THANK YOU SO MUUUUUUUCHHHH YOU SAVED MY LIKEEEE!!!!!

So... Since you saved and now im already in dept with you can I ask for another one??? Pleaseee!! If you dont like Its ok just ignore and If you feel uncomfortable IM SORRYYY.

It would be something like, Rafe gets into a fight as always and then the reader, his friend tries to break the fight and then the other person fighting Rafe says something like "YEAH LISTEN TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND/THEYFRIEND" and like every single person on the vicinity goes dead silent because everyone know you guys like each other but didnt realized yet and EVERYONE is scared of Rafe and also both of you have a partner, whos RIGHT there and will for now on live with the knowledge that: Since Rafe and Reader met, every other relationship they would have would be the runner-up.

Maybe Rafe and Reader trying to prove everyones wrong by sticking to the partners but its undeniable how the two are good for each other, how the always serious and scary Rafe looks like a normal funny happy guy when hanging out with the Reader who also goes from a quiet apathetic person ta burning sun.

Sorry this os too long 😭😭😭😭😭

Also i typed that listening to Entombed by Deftones

Byeee love youuuuuu

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waiting game- r.cameron

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a/n: welcome back light of my life anon. ur too cool i knew u listened to deftones bc only cool people can. thank you for requesting :)

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader, male oc x fem! reader, rafe cameron x female oc

summary: i suggest you look at the ask

warnings: kissing, toxic relationship, rafe is a bit of a fucking prick to Ava and reader, rafe is confused and a dick, cursing, underage drinking, drinking, suggestive mentions, reader is going through it, rafe is a crybaby, violence, creepy guy (I think that's it?)

not entirely proofread

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Rafe watched as you crossed the busy dance floor, two drinks in hand. Usually, one of those would be his, he was your best friend after all. But in recent weeks, you’d been becoming friendly with a pogue named ‘Elijah’. He hated him, seriously, he did. He was a piece of shit in Rafe's eyes, and somehow that made you like him more.

You and Rafe had been friends since you were little kids, and you’d always brought out the best in each other. When Rafe was around you, he wasn’t a lunatic with raging anger issues and a god complex, around him, you weren’t the shy, quiet girl everyone knew you to be. It worked well, and you promised each other that you’d never bullshit each other. That meant; he’d never lie to you, and that you’d always tell it to him straight. It worked, and it worked well.

So well in fact, that people usually assumed you were dating.

Years and years of being told by your respective friends and family that you two should ‘just date and put the entire island out of its misery made the idea even less appealing, at least to you. You always wanted to do the opposite of what you were told, and that meant never even thinking of Rafe in a romantic sense. Obviously, Rafe never thought of you like that either. He didn’t think about how sweet your lips would taste, how well you two fit together, how you brought out the best in him, or how much he loved you being around. He’d never think about how good calling you ‘his girlfriend’ was when he had to fend off assholes at the bar. He’d never even mention how good it felt to know he was your first kiss, and how you were his (courtesy of you two being very drunk 15 year olds).

He never thought about any of that. That would be weird, right?

So he stood, his new girlfriend, Ava, hanging off of his arm as he watched you sit in Elijah’s lap.

“Rafey,” she whined and he winced. He hated that name. “I’m so drunk!”

She’d had a beer and two vodka lemonade’s he’d made with about one shot of vodka between the two, she wasn’t drunk. Ava was the perfect kook princess, and she was driving him crazy, but Midsummers was in three months, and his dad told him he needed someone respectable. That’s what he’d told you when he asked for candidates, though he must’ve failed to mention the way his dad asked him to bring you.

“Ava, go sit down then,” Rafe shrugged her off of him. “I have to go talk to someone, ok?”

“You’re seriously leaving me here alone?” Her face formed a frown, but Rafe couldn’t find it in himself to give a fuck.

“Yes,” he answered before walking off to find you.

The last couple of months had been very freeing for you. You’d finally gotten over the crush you’d had on Rafe for years, and you were finally out having fun and really dating for the first time. You had your friends, and Rafe finally stopped scolding you like an old man every time you went out with the pogues, you made friends with more people from the mainland since you’d started to go to college there, and Rafe had a girlfriend, so he wasn’t constantly with you, making your crush come back. It felt good. Elijah was hot, and all you really wanted was to fuck someone, and he’d do just fine. Dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and if the semi he was sporting underneath you now was any indication, he was do just fine in the ‘fucking’ department.

“So what are you studying?” he asked, taking another sip. The mixture of drink and smoke in the air made your head spin in the best way.

“Journalism and English lit,” you answered, pressing your hand against his chest. “You?”

“Maths,” he answered and you laughed.

“That’s unexpected,” you chuckled. He looked like he was a surfer boy, not a maths major. His dirt tank top, worn-in swim shorts, and salty skin. He was hot. He laughed with you as his hands travelled lower, grabbing your ass, and you didn’t even mind.

“I know, right?” He smirked.

“So why did you pick maths?”

“I’m good at it,” he shrugged. “And I got a scholarship.”

You nodded. “So can you do like, any maths question?” You knew it was low-hanging fruit in terms of flirting, but you really weren’t in the mood for trying very hard. It was late and you were pretty drunk.

He nodded nipping at your lips with his own. Your conversation was long forgotten as your finger ran through his hair and he groaned into your mouth. He was a good kisser, despite his wandering hands, which were either on your ass or tits, but again, you didn’t mind.

He pulled away with glazed, lust-filled eyes. “You wanna get out of here?”

You nodded, then pulled him back in to kiss you.

“Y/n!” Jj’s voice rang out in your ear, and he started to tap you hard on the shoulder. “Eli!”

You pulled away, annoyed. “What?”

“Rafe is beating the shit out of one of Eli’s friends, can you talk him down please?”

“What?” Eli asked. “Who?”

“Josh,” Jj answered. “Let’s go Y/n, before Rafe kills someone ideally!” Jj said it in a sing-song voice to mask the truth in his words. Rafe had come very close to seriously hurting people before, and every year he was just getting stronger (thanks to his gym addiction and never-ending rage).

You reluctantly got off of Eli’s lap and ran behind Jj as he led you to the scene.

Rafe was beating the shit out of Eli’s best friend, Josh and he was not looking good. He was trying to fight back, but you could tell he was close to tapping out, though you also knew that Rafe didn’t do ‘tap-outs’.

“Rafe!” You shouted as the circle of people silenced. “Stop being a fucking idiot, get off of him!” you grabbed one of his arms, angry now. Your nights were always getting ruined by Rafe, especially recently. He had no right to pull shit like this, it wasn’t fair that you always had to clean up his messes.

“Yeah exactly, listen to your girlfriend!” Josh spat.

The circle of people watching went dead silent, and phones stopped recording. Both you and Rafe froze. Josh dropped to the floor, and Eli walked him off without sparing you a glance. The moment was frozen, and you were stuck in place, staring at Rafe's eyes.

Rafe could always tell how you were feeling but he couldn't now.

And it scared the shit out of him.

After another moment of confusion and being frozen, you looked after Eli, and tried to walk after him, but Rafe grabbed your arm.

“Can we talk ab-”

“No! You fucking asshole! Did you really need to ruin tonight for me? Seriously? Go fuck yourself Rafe!” You cursed, then turned to the crowd around you. “Rafe Cameron is not my boyfriend, nor will he ever be, the shows over folks, fuck off!”

And with that you ran off to find Eli and Josh.

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Rafe was searching the party for you. You weren’t where Eli had been before, and he wanted to talk to you, to drag you away from that piece of shit.

In all honesty, the past few months had been a very confusing time for Rafe. He’d started college (only because his dad asked him to), he’d gotten his first long-term (3 months so far) relationship, he’d gone off drugs for the most part, he’d started feeling things for you.

His best friend.

Not that he hadn’t realised it before, but you were just so… you. So gorgeous, so smart, so funny, all of you. It was proving to be an issue, so he’d stopped hanging out with you so much, at least until he could figure out what was going on. He was about 99% sure his feelings were platonic, because everyone felt this way for their best friend, right? Obviously. Totally. Maybe?

He crossed the dance floor, only to be met with the face of Josh, Eli’s friend. And he was talking about you.

“Yeah, Eli’s got the only fucking hot girl here,” He smirked. Rafe hated how he smirked. He hated how he looked. He hated everything about this man, the one he’d never even met. “I’ll ask him if he’ll share,” he laughed like a sleazy piece of shit, and so did his friends.

“Excuse me,” Rafe tried to move past them, but Josh grabbed his arm.

“Oh shit! You’re the boyfriend,” Josh chuckled and Rafe didn't correct him. “Sorry dude, she’s all mine tonight.”

And that’s when Rafe’s right hand made contact with his face.

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Rafe stood there staring dumbly at his bloodied and bruised hands. You’d never spoken to him like that, ever. Rafe knew he could fly off the handle, and he knew it annoyed you when you had to fix everything for him, but you’d never complain. Tonight. Tonight, it finally boiled over and you shouted at him. Like he was anyone. Like he wasn’t your best friend, your Rafe.

“You ok?”

Topper’s voice cut through the ringing in his ears. Rafe’s eyes were glossy with unshed tears and it was taking a lot of willpower to not scream and try to break something, or sob and run after you.

“Fine,” he said, letters over-punctuated as he rolled his eyes, looking up to stop the tears from falling.

“Rafey!” Fucking Ava. “Did you get into another fight over me again?” She sighed, faking anger. He knew she didn’t give a fuck if he fought, she only cared about what the fight was about.

“No,” he answered, getting closer to her face, dwarfing her with his tall height. “Go away.”

She pouted. “Rafey-”

“Stop fucking calling me that,” He cursed, grabbing the wrist of her hand, which was reaching to touch his face. “Ava, go home.”

“You brought me here,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, so find another way home,” he chuckled softly, delighting in making her feel small.

Ava looked down, angry now. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that?”

Rafe just smirked. “But you’re still with me, so I must not be that bad,” he laughed in her face. “Unless it’s just your daddy issues-”

He was hit so fast he didn’t even know what had happened.

“Don’t ever talk to her like that again,” Kiara scoffed, squaring up to Rafe. “Ava, you can get a ride with me, ok?” Ava nodded and walked off with Kiara as you appeared.

Kiara’d hit him. And he’d deserved it.

Kelce and Topper cleared off, they knew this was about you.

“How’s Elijah?” He rubbed his red cheek.

“Josh is fine, thanks for asking,” your voice was cutting and precise.

“I asked about Eli,” Rafe growled, grabbing your hand.

“And I answered about Josh.”

He chuckled. “Your friends suck.”

“Your girlfriend is a bimbo.”

Rafe smiled. “And she takes dick like a champ, what more could a man want?”

Your face went from mild annoyance directly to disgust. “I’ll see you later,” you scoffed, starting to walk off.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He called after you. “I-I’m sorry, ok? I was an asshole, and I’m sorry. That was a gross thing to say, I’m drunk and I just got beaten up, can you please forgive me?” he begged.

But you were still walking away from him, and he was losing you. He followed you through the hoards of people, pleading and begging for you to forgive him as he trailed behind.

Finally, on the most secluded area of the beach you turned to him with tears streaming down your cheeks, and he felt his heart break.

“Fucking hell Rafe! Can you not just notice anyone else around you for once!? You just ruined my fucking chances with Eli, you just beat the shit out of someone, and you just treated your girlfriend like she was some fangirl, you think I was to be associated with you right now? Let alone with you right now?! Can you stop being so tunnel-visioned? Fuck’s sake!” You wiped your eyes. ��I’m so sick of being your fucking babysitter, you’re older than me Rafe! Please act like an adult! Treat your girlfriend better and treat the people around you better!” You sighed. “Treat me better.”

Rafe’s heart was breaking. He never wanted to hurt you, that was the one thing he’d sworn he’d never do. You were with him through everything, through thick and fucking thin. And he was treating you like this? This was unacceptable,and he felt so guilty he wanted to throw up.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, the tears finally falling. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, crossing your arms over. “Where?! Where are you fucking sorry Rafe? Because all I keep seeing is empty fucking promises and bullshit excuses,” You groaned. “You think I want to be the one scolding you? You think I want to have to de-escalate situations for you? No! This was my one fucking night off from work too, and you ruined it.”

“I’m sorry,” he was breathing heavily, he’d never felt so shitty.

“Rafe,” you sighed. “Please don’t say things you don’t mean.”

And with that you walked away.

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You dialled Eli’s number and prayed that he would answer.

“Hey,” he sighed.

“I’m so sorry,” you immediately answered. “Can we still meet up?”

He sighed into the phone. “I’m not sure Y/n, you kind of seem… preoccupied with Rafe.”

Fuck. Yet another one of your relationships ruined by Rafe Cameron. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t see it?” he chuckled. “You two are perfect for each other. He’s like the most angry and uncontrollable guy I’ve ever seen, and you control him and calm him down by just breathing. And you were the most shy and quiet person I’d ever seen, but when I see you talking with Rafe, or just being around him, you’re so much more brave and extroverted. It’s seriously impressive. You two complement each other Y/n. You bring the real him out, and he brings the real you out. That’s beautiful, and i’m not going to be the person to fuck that up.”

You finally understood. Rafe loved you back. You loved Rafe. Simple. Why did you ever overcomplicate this?

“Ok, thanks Eli,” you sighed, then hung up. You were still angry with Rafe, but you needed to tell him, and you needed to go now.

When you turned around, you ran straight into someone, Rafe.

“I couldn’t just let you walk away, you were crying and-”

“I’m super pissed with you, obviously,” you interrupted. “But I love you, like, love you. And I have for a long time.”

Rafe’s jaw dropped. That’s all he had wanted to hear his whole life, and he only wanted to hear it form your perfect lips.

“I-I-I-” he took a deep breath. “I love you too.”

He went in for a kiss but you pushed him back. “I’m still pissed, and you still have a girlfriend.”

He nodded, agreeing. “Right.”

You pressed your lips to his cheek. He smiled. There was a moment of silence.

“Tanneyhill?” he offered. You agreed, and you walked there hand in hand.

While you weren’t together yet, you would be.

And that was enough for the both of you.

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streamafterlaughter · 6 days ago

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Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter XX: Second Chances Won't Leave You Alone

songs for this chapter: parking lot by hunny, kissing in cars by pierce the veil, you’ve haunted me all my life by death cab for cutie (these r gonna spoil some things btw so listen to it after u read. or don’t. im not ur boss.)

chapter tags: lots of dialogue (everyones a gd yapper!) as well as text convos, not a lot of action happening. well– nvm actually just read the chapter. FLUFF! finally!, angst, hurt/comfort, swearing, smoking, mentions of drinking, arguing. lmk if i missed anything! | fic tags: Angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | REMINDER: THIS FIC IS RATED EXPLICIT. 18+ mdni.

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This cannot be happening. Since jogging your memory of the Halloween party, it has been the only thing on your mind for the last week and a half.

Why did I bite him? Why did I let him bite me? And why the fuck didn’t Robin stop me?!

You scroll through the messages exchanged between you, Robin, and Steve, investigating the photos they’ve sent like a police detective searching for clues. The first one seems to have been taken by Steve, depicting a very drunk Robin posing next to the animatronic clown she’d bought several years prior. The next one shows you, Robin, and Max posing as the characters you’re dressed as, and the one after is of you and Steve, with Robin’s middle finger sticking up behind Steve’s head. The last one, though, catches you by surprise. From the looks of it, you have no idea the picture is even being taken. You’re facing away from the camera, drink in your hand as you laugh about something, nose scrunched and eyes half closed, a wide and toothy smile plastered on your face.

> who took that last one? i look so cute! bobbins: u cant yell at me. > why would i yell at u? stevie: Bc neither of us took that pic… > then who?? bobbins: …:) > oh no stevie: Yea… > im gonna kms i stg bobbins: nooo dont kys ur so sexy! stevie: U just said u looked cute!

You stare at your screen, examining the photo. Your eyes seem to shine in the dim light, dress hugging your form in such a satisfying, perfect way. You do look cute, but you also look really happy.

“Fuck it, whatever.” You mumble to yourself, begrudgingly tapping the screen to change your profile picture to the photo Eddie took. Not stopping there, you upload it to your feed with the caption: “wish i looked this magical all the time. happy halloween everyone! thx for the pic @thefreakmunson”

Not three seconds later, you receive the notification “@ thefreakmunson liked your post” directly followed by: @ thefreakmunson commented: lookin’ good enough 2 eat ; )

You exhale through your nostrils, feeling your face warm as you tap the heart next to his comment. Your phone vibrates with a text from Robin, sent separately from the group chat.

bobbins: oh my god u posted it AND YOU TAGGED HIM??? bobbins: are u guys gonna fuck???!!!!! bobbins: pls say yes this is exhausting bobbins: and i could use the money >ROBIN! >NO! >SHUT UP!!! >just bc i like a photo he took does not mean we’re gonna fuck can u be normal for five seconds please bobbins: absolutely no i cannot wtf do u mean bobbins: theres somethin goin on between u two and imma figure it out MARK MY WORDS bobbins: also. that comment is insane. like u cant tell me he didnt mean it like that bobbins: u guys are so gonna fuck!!!!! > ok u know what im blocking u for the rest of the day.

You exit out of your messages and refresh your feed again, receiving another notification:

@ thefreakmunson tagged you in a post.

Clicking on the photo, you immediately feel your heart rate spike. It’s another photo taken at the party, though you can’t pinpoint exactly when in the night it was taken. Your elf ears are gone, so it must have been later, and your hair has been taken out of its elvish braids and draped over your shoulders. You have a can in your hand, and a joint between your fingers, cherry glowing, idle as it waits for you to take a hit. Your focus is not on the camera, but whoever’s behind it, entranced with a soft smile on your lips.

The caption reads truly the fairest of them all and you have to read it three more times before it sinks in that you’re looking at Eddie— who has apparently taken not one, but multiple pictures of you— like you’re head over heels in love with him. And now there is indisputable evidence of that on his public page. For all twelve thousand of his followers and Corroded Coffin fans to see. So why aren’t you freaking out right now?

bobbins: HELLO?!?!? BE SO FUCKIN FR RN. stevie: Wtf did I miss why is Eddie posting that pic of u like ur his gf stevie: R u his gf??? stevie: Bee I stg if ur his gf and u didnt tell us >SHUT UP STEVE!!! bobbins: u better get that checkbook out stevie > i am not his gf! > idk why he said that! i dont even remember it being taken! stevie: Well. I mean. Ur definitely in love w him thats the same thing > what the fuck no i am not stevie: We’re looking at the same picture right? bobbins: i hate to agree with dingus but… i mean look at the material. > i am not in love w him i was DRUNK bobbins: what do they say about drunken actions again? > im gonna kill both of u bobbins: hey now dont do anything hasty! stevie: Does Eddie know ur in love w him? >IM NOT! IN LOVE! WTHI HIM!! >*WIGT >**WITH!!! FUCK bobbins laughed at your message “**WITH!!! FUCK” stevie: He HAS to know ur in love w him > oh my god bobbins: can i officiate the wedding?

You let out a loud, guttural groan, and receive the response of a knock on your bedroom door.

“Come in.” You mumble.

Chris pushes your door open and leans against the doorframe. “You okay?”

You throw the comforter over your head. “No. Sick.” You know if you look at him, you’ll crack.

“Eddie turn you into a vampire or something?”

You uncover yourself again to look at your brother with wide eyes. “How do you know anything about that?”

“I don’t think there’s a single person in Hawkins under the age of thirty that doesn’t know about that. What was that, by the way?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think your brother sounds irritated. “And the pictures?”

So, you react the only way you know how to. “It wasn’t anything, Chris. Why do you care?”

“You’re my little sister, Bee.”

“That didn’t matter when you were stealing the chief of police’s convertible.” It is far too early for this, but the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself.

Chris gathers his composure, looking up to the ceiling as a heavy sigh leaves his body. “Eddie is also my friend. I don’t wanna see him get hurt.”

“Right, I forgot. Eddie can’t get hurt. You’d rather go to jail for him and traumatize your flesh and blood than see Eddie fucking Munson be reprimanded for his stupid choices.”

Chris slams his open palm into the doorframe, startling you. “Would you stop? You don’t think I feel guilty enough already? I know, Bee. I was fuckin’ awful to you. I’m sorry. I can’t do anything about it now.”

You scoff, choking back a sob. “You could stop treating me that way, maybe. You’re the one that encouraged me to give Eddie another chance! I don’t get why you’re suddenly so pissed off about it.”

“I’m not! I’m happy for you both, seriously! I just. Ugh, I worry about you, Bee. I know how you are.”

They’re not the words you’d expected. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Chris meanders further into your room, his composure returning as he takes a seat on the end of your bed. You curl your feet into your body to make more room for him.

“I don’t mean it as a dig. You have such a big heart, and you love everyone with the whole thing. I worry he’s not, y’know, receptive to that.”

“I–” You don’t know what to say. “Chris, I’m not, like, proposing to him. We’re just catching up. Like platonic, completely aromantic friends.” It tastes weird, coming out of your mouth.

“Bee.”

“Chris.”

“You know you can’t lie to me like you lie to yourself. Not forever.” He says it with a smirk on his face. “One of these days you’re gonna come to me breaking down because you accidentally told Eddie you love him, or something equally as ridiculous.”

“Why does everyone think I’m in love with Eddie?” Seriously, where are they all getting this?

“You have always been so oblivious. He has loved you forever, Bee.”

“Yeah, and that’s why he abandoned me after you went away.” You cross your arms over your chest, thinking you’ve got him stumped.

“He left because he loves you. He left because he thought he’d ruined your life, and that you’d never forgive him. He thought, and he was probably right to a certain point, that you’d never be able to look at him the same way.”

“And you know this because you can read minds all of a sudden?”

Chris rolls his eyes. “No, wise ass. I know because Eddie is not a good liar. I flat out asked him what his intentions were with you.”

“When the fuck did you do that?”

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Three Days Ago (as told by Chris)

He walks into the bar for his shift on Saturday. He’d decided to be a nice big brother, relieving you of having to work the Saturday rush while older men stared at you like a piece of meat. Instead, he’d be stuck getting screamed at when he inevitably cut the creeps off after hitting on women far too young for them.

“Hey,” Eddie leans over the bar like he’s got a secret to tell. “Where’s your sister?”

“I took her shift, she’s home. Why?”

Eddie scratches his head as he talks, suddenly shy. “I uh, wanted to ask her something.”

“Can I take a message for you?”

Eddie stares at him like a deer caught in headlights. “Nah, man. I’ll just text her tomorrow.” He turns to walk away, but Chris thinks better of it.

“Hey, Ed?”

“Yeah?’ He spins on his heel to face Chris again.

“What’s the plan here?”

He cocks his head to the side, confused. “Plan?”

“With Bee. What’s your, like, end game?”

“I don't–”

“Because to me,” Chris interrupts, “it seems like you wanna take her out. Wine and dine her, maybe get a little frisky? Am I on the right track here?”

“Whoa, dude, I never–”

“Look, man,” Chris throws the bar rag over his shoulder and leans across the counter, signaling Eddie to do the same. “I see the way you guys look at each other. She wouldn’t admit it to me if I begged, but I’m not stupid. That weirdo shit I saw you guys doing at the party–”

Eddie blushes bright red. “You saw that?”

“The whole town saw it, dumb ass. That solidified what I already knew.”

“Chris, I swear I have no ulterior motives with your sister.”

Chris leans back. “No, ‘course not. Just the pure intention of loving her forever and ever until you both get old and die in each other’s arms.”

Eddie blinks rapidly, trying to recover from the verbal whiplash. “I can’t tell which side you’re on here, man.”

“I’m on yours. And Bee’s. Whatever you guys end up doing, if it’s what you want then I’m happy for you. I just have to ask you one favor.”

He hesitates. “What would that be?”

“You can’t break her heart again.”

“Yeah, because I totally plan on doing that.” He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning away. Guarded.

“Ed, you know what I mean. You can’t just disappear back to a fuckin’ bunker in the woods every time things get hard.”

Present Day

“What did he say?” You find yourself waiting with bated breath for Chris’s story to continue, and you inwardly cringe at your eagerness.

Chris is far more nonchalant, shrugging. “He promised me he wouldn’t. I don’t know what that means for you, though. If you haven’t noticed, he’s not the best decision maker when it comes to people’s feelings. He might think ‘not hurting’ means leaving you alone forever. Which, I hope, is not the case. I have a bet I need to win.”

You gasp in fake offense, kicking your brother in the leg. “Even my own flesh and blood is betting on my love life. I have a hard time believing this is such an interest of yours.”

“Are you kidding? This would make up for everything! If you and Eddie get together I have paid my debt to you with interest!”

“I can’t even begin to respond to that. Get out of my room. Now.”

Chris puts his hands up in surrender and stands from your bed. “Alright, alright. I’m done teasing. Just, give it some thought, okay? Real reflection. Let me know when you come around to the reality the rest of us are living in.” And he shrugs like he’s just dropped a massive truth bomb so big you can’t even comprehend it.

“Get. Out.”

And he closes the door behind him. Not knowing what else to do, you snatch your phone from your bedside table.

> can i come over? eddie (block later): weeeird. i was gonna ask u that eddie (block later): need a ride? eddie: let me pick u up > kk, i’ll be here eddie: see u in ten eddie: : )

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You wait for him on the curb, an attempt to avoid seeing Chris’s smug face when Eddie picks you up. You hear the van before you see it, practically screeching as it chugs down your street, music blaring from its ancient speakers, smoke pouring out from the windows. At first, no words are exchanged, the drive back to Eddie’s apartment spent in comfortable quiet as his music hummed in the speakers. He’d turned down the radio upon you getting into the van, but neither of you have been able to say the first hello.

He seems to sense it, too. “So, um… how’s your day goin’?” His eyes are glued to his windshield.

“It’s goin’.” You nod awkwardly, and he hums in response. “Chris gave me a lecture this morning.” You offer the subject cautiously.

“Oh yeah? What about?”

You’re not sure you should divulge that, suddenly. “Oh, um… you, I guess.” No response. You hesitate, but he turns his head slightly to look at you in his peripheral vision, anticipating your next words. “He told me he talked to you after the party.”

“Oh, yeah. I’d call it more of a lecture than a conversation though..”

You frown at his tone. “How come?”

“Because he didn’t let me explain. I could have given him a million different scenarios, and he’d still tell me I’m not…” He trails off.

“Not what, Ed?”

He doesn’t answer, cutting sharply into the parking lot of his building, throwing the ancient vehicle into park. He cuts the engine, the music stopping abruptly as Eddie, who’d already been unbuckled, turns his body to face you. “That I’m not good enough for you, Bee. That I don’t deserve you, your friendship, whatever. And I can’t even say he’s wrong.”

You frown at him.“What about me asking to see you tells you that I want you to stay away from me, Ed?”

“I– uh,” You’ve seemed to have rendered him speechless, temporarily.

“Sure, being friends with you… it’s torture. Every time I look at you, it feels like grieving all over again.” You take on a lighter, more playful cadence that Eddie somehow seems to miss.

“Oh. Christ, ouch.” The way he says it sounds like a heart cracking. He doesn’t ask you to explain, the look on his face tells you he’s already convinced himself of what you’re saying, before you’re allowed to elaborate. “Look, at least let me plead my case before you curse my name forever. I know I didn’t do the right thing. We’ve been over all of this. What you don’t know, though, is what I was doing, when we stopped being friends. You wanna know what I was doing?”

You gulp. You kind of do really want to know, so you nod.

“Moping. Weeping. It was months before I could fall asleep before four a.m. I was fuckin’ pathetic.” He’s barely able to look you in the eye as he continues, the words tumbling out of his mouth without even pausing to breathe. He leaves no room for you to interject to correct his assumption, so you watch as he falls apart, helpless. “Wayne sent me to see Hopper. He’s got like this bunker thing in the forest out in Vermont, told me he’d help me get my shit together. And he did, I can tell you all about that later. Wait, shit. No, I can’t. Not if you’re— hold on, sorry. I’m nervous.” He scratches his head, gathering his scattered thoughts. “Anyway. I didn’t move on, but I… I coped. I was numb, honestly. I bounced around out there for a bit, met some really cool people, worked at a bookstore. Figured I’d make a life for myself out there, y’know?”

“Sounds like you had it pretty good.” You’re antagonizing him now, bitterness seeping into your tone.

“Sure, from an outsider’s perspective. I never let myself fully heal, though. I couldn’t make myself reach out. I wanted to, and I know that’s a terrible excuse, but it’s the truth. But I didn’t think you’d wanna hear from me. I thought about it every single day, though. Stalked your pages, typed out messages I could never make myself send. Figured I’d dug my own grave and had to get over it.” You almost break, the way he looks at you, wounded. Guilt ridden. “And I wanna make it clear, I’m not asking for you to forgive any of it. You have every right to stay mad at me, for however long you need to be. Even if that means forever. I just have to say my piece before I lose the chance. I don’t wanna run away again.”

“Keep talking.” Your voice gets caught in your throat as you speak, playful demeanor cracking pathetically quick. You let yourself look at him without flinching. The freckles on his face, though barely visible if you’re not looking for them, are more prominent to you now as the sun shines through the windshield. You can practically see every pore, every wisp of hair on his face.

“I’m sorry.” His voice barely reaches your ears. “I am so fucking sorry. I know you’re tired of hearing it, but, y’know, I’d change every goddamn thing leading up to that day if I could. No question. I don’t know how I can even begin to prove that to you. I know nothing I say will be enough to forgive me, but I don’t think I can go back to never speaking to you.”

You look at him, and this time it feels like exhaling. It’s taken this long to dawn on you that Eddie is here, let alone that he feels this remorseful. You had made him out to be careless– even mean– when he’d been wracked with guilt to the point of running away. There is no doubt in your mind that he means every word, that he really would do anything to make it up to you.

“You know… you didn’t let me finish.” You finally respond, your tone steady now. He only blinks at you, the chatterbox somehow at a loss for words, eyes shining with the tears he hasn’t let fall. “It’s not that I don’t want to be your friend. I just… I can’t. I keep telling myself I can, and every time I look at you it feels like I’m grieving all over again, mourning the loss of everything we could have possibly had.” You’re leaning in, over the console as you speak, distracting yourself from the line you’re about to cross, before you’re even sure it’s the right move.“You can stop me. I might be wrong, but I’m about to do something really scary and I don’t know how you’re gonna react.” You wait for him to answer, and he nods, still not a word leaving his lips. You close the gap, squeezing your eyes shut like you’re bracing for impact. He catches your mouth with his, and you hear him breathe out like he’d been holding it the whole car ride.

He lets you lead, mouth moving only as a response to your own, and you test the waters by nipping at his bottom lip. Without hesitating, Eddie parts his lips and you slip your tongue past them, earning a strangled groan that you swallow with a newfound pride as his tongue slides against yours. Eagerly, your hands fly to his neck and tangle in his curls, knotted by the prior winds from the open windows. His own hands move slowly to caress your face as if you’re made of glass, like you’re something precious he’s afraid to break, and it makes your head fuzzy. You break the contact only to catch your breath, and Eddie’s lips chase after yours like he needs them to keep breathing.

“Not yet,” He mumbles between kisses, “Please. Few more.” You can’t help but giggle, immediately embarrassed by the way your stomach is flipping, but he just keeps his lips on yours. You let him take over, and he wastes no time adjusting your position, pulling you impossibly closer to him, over the center console so that you’re practically in his lap. Despite the quickness of his movements, Eddie kisses you impossibly slow. Time seems to stop, and all you can focus on is the way it feels: like a missing piece falling into place, a blurry picture into focus. He’s infiltrated your senses, your thoughts, removing any semblance of the world outside his van.

“Should we go inside?” Your words are rushed, refusing to detach from him for too long.

“Maybe,” kiss. “Only if we can keep doing this though.” Kiss, kiss.

You snort a laugh. “That works for me.” Eddie moves from your lips then, to your jaw and down the column of your throat, and you are suddenly far too aware of how hard you’re breathing. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He’s talking under his breath, barely reaching your ears, but you are still too taken by surprise to respond. You can only giggle again as his nose and lips tickle your skin.

“You can do it again, if you want.”

“Do what?”

“Bite me.”

He doesn’t need to think. Eddie sucks your skin between his teeth, and you can feel the sharp pinch of his bite, soothed by his tongue before he repeats the process until you’re practically writhing in his grip, losing your breath each time he moves to a new spot.

–

You barely make it into Eddie’s apartment before you’re shoving him against the wall of the entryway, simultaneously kicking your shoes off as you crane your neck to keep your lips attached to his skin.

“Christ, doll. Breathe, I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

You only hum in response, trailing soft kisses down his neck, hands sliding over the soft fabric of his worn out t-shirt. You have no idea where the confidence came from, where you finally grew the guts to kiss him, and keep kissing him. Sure, you’d always had a level of feelings for Eddie you couldn’t quite describe, and everyone else constantly teased you for it, but finally letting that part of you see the light of day has been invigorating so far.

“Can’t be so sure.” You eventually mumble a response between planting kisses at the point where his jaw meets his ear, and Eddie shudders.

“Hey,” He pulls back then, face lost of any blush from before. “I’m serious. I’m right here. Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Not even the Playboy mansion?” You tease, suddenly bashful as you poke his shoulder, not meeting his eyes.

Eddie cups his hand under your shin, bringing your head up to look at him. “First of all, gross. Secondly, not even the Playboy mansion. Not even on stage with Metallica.” “Whoa, hold on, let’s not get crazy.” You’re not good with this much attention, especially from him. It’s like you weren’t just all over him mere seconds ago.

“Bee, I know it’s gonna take you a lot of time to trust me, but I’ll keep tellin’ you ‘til I’m blue in the face. I’m gonna prove it to you.” This time, he closes the gap between you, sealing his promise with a soft, slow kiss, and your eyes flutter closed.

–

Eventually, you do have to stop kissing him, much to your dismay. You don’t want to, and from the way he pouted when you’d mentioned taking a break, Eddie doesn't either. “You wanna smoke?”

His eyes light up at the offer. “You’re asking me to smoke with you?”

“Eddie, you just had your tongue down my throat. I think we’re past the point of this being a surprise.”

“Mmm, no. I don’t think so. This is still the highest honor. C’mon, you,” Eddie turns his attention to the cat, who is definitely less than pleased to be disturbed. “We can smoke on the balcony, it’s nice out.” He plucks a lighter from his coffee table, and you pull a joint from its tube in your bag.

“You roll that?”

“No, I had Robin help me out. You know, being in a state where weed isn’t legal is making my life really difficult. In New York they have dispensaries fuckin’ everywhere.”

Eddie tsks at you. “You know those places are putting me out of business, right?”

You roll your eyes. “You’ll be fine if you plan on staying somewhere like Hawkins, don’t worry. Plenty of rich kids to overcharge for your product.” You nudge him, snatching the lighter from his fingers and opening the sliding door to his small balcony. It’s cozy, a bug net draped along the railing, a small table with an ashtray and lantern in the middle, with cozy patio chairs on either side.

“So,” Eddie brings the lighter to the end of the joint, lighting it for you. You inhale, eyes closing as you focus on the feeling of your lungs filling with smoke. “Why now?”

“Hm?”

“You kissed me. We kissed. I’m not, like, complaining. Far from it. I just wanna know what changed.”

“That’s the thing,” You pluck the joint from your lips and exhale, handing it off. “I don’t really know if anything changed. Not explicitly, anyway. I just… wanted to.”

He seems to shy away from your words, a small smile on his lips as his eyes dart to the ground. Eddie is not a bashful person, anyone could vouch for that. He’s loud, obnoxious, and extremely talkative. He says what he thinks, usually without filtering his words through the part of his brain that stops him from saying stupid shit. What he’s doing now is foreign to you, but it somehow boosts your own confidence.

Eddie takes a pull from the joint as you continue. “I know our relationship isn’t the simplest thing in the world. I also know that, when we stopped talking, it was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. We were kids, and everything felt like the end of the world, but I had never lost someone like that before. I don’t ever wanna go through that again.”

“What does that mean for us, then?”

It’s a good question, and you’re not sure you have a good enough answer for him. “I’m not sure. I know you’re important to me, and I know how I feel when I’m with you. I just… I don’t wanna make a promise I can’t keep.”

He nods, handing the joint back to you. “I get it. No rush, by the way. Like I said, I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

“Well, what do you want this to be?” You take a drag, looking out at the distant horizon of your small town. It all feels so far away, like the world around you is on mute.

“I just want you in my life. However you want, whatever that may mean. My feelings for you have been out there forever, but I don’t want you to think they have to be reciprocated. It’s okay if they’re not.”

“Your feelings for me?”

He nods, watching intently as you ash the joint, not meeting your eyes. “I mean, c’mon. All of our friends, your brother, even Wayne knows. I’ve never been known for my subtlety.” He chuckles softly, and you look at him. “I’ve had a thing for you since we were kids, Bee. I thought you knew that?” Deep down, you’re sure you’d known. That doesn’t make hearing it from him isn’t jarring. “It’s always been you. Everything else was a waste of time, a distraction from the pain I’d caused us both.”

“Even Chrissy?” You challenge, smirking.

He nods, though, face free of any humor. “Especially Chrissy. I’m pretty sure she knew it, too.”

You roll your eyes. “Such a heartbreaker.”

“I know. I don’t condone who I was then, but I was trying to get over you. All that progress is out the window now though.”

You give him a toothy grin as you hand the smoke back to him. “If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure I had those feelings, too.”

“Had? Past tense?”

“Yeah, totally past tense, proven by the way I was sucking on your face half an hour ago.” You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs loudly, making your stomach flip again. “Just, give me some time. Let’s maybe not tell anyone about this yet?” It’s not that you’re ashamed, or that you want to keep this from your friends. You just don’t know what this is, and you kind of want to keep Eddie all to yourself for now.

“Aye, aye. On one condition, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I get to keep kissing you.” He turns redder than you’d thought possible. “If you’re cool with that.”

“I think I can live with that condition.” You lean over the arm of the chair, and he quickly snubs the joint in the ashtray before meeting you in the middle, his lips already molding perfectly against yours, like they’d been made for each other. You can feel the way his lips curl into a smile as you deepen the kiss, already unwilling to let him go again.

“I gotta pace myself.” He breaks the kiss eventually to speak, and you pout at him. “I’m gonna get greedy.”

There’s a heat in the pit of your stomach, and you try not to squirm under his gaze. “Would it be helpful or harmful to inform you that I want you to keep going?”

“Fuck. C’mere.” His words slur together as he offers his hand out to you. When you grab it, he pulls you from your own chair, onto his lap and buries his head in your neck, breathing deeply. “You’re so soft. Y’smell so good, too. Can’t believe you’re lettin’ any of this slide.” As if on autopilot, Eddie returns to marking up your neck. You let him, sighing into his touch as you try to focus on the way his hands grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers.

“Makes two of us,” Your dig is without malice, because it’s the least surprising thing, if you were to ask anyone you and Eddie had grown up with. “Can’t believe it hadn’t happened sooner.” You feel him shift, and he looks up at you.

“Really? You think we’d have tried it out in high school?

You shrug. “All things considered, I know we would’ve at least given it a shot eventually. There is no universe where we don’t. Not if you make me feel like this.”

When you look at him again, your heart practically shatters at the sight: silent tears streaming down his cheeks, bottom lip quivering, nostrils flaring in an attempt to hold back the sob in his throat. “I- I don’t even know what to say.”

“That’s a first.” You quip, swiping your thumb across his wet cheek. “You don’t have to say anything. Let me give you something else to do with your mouth, hm?”

He nods, neck straining towards you without even realizing. You place your hand on his cheek and take another look at him, one that hopefully conveys the millions of thoughts racing through your head right now, and lean in to kiss him yet again. His lips are slightly salty from his tears, but you relish in the honesty he’d shown you, the vulnerability you weren’t used to seeing from Eddie. He ‘s finally being real with you, and you cannot take that for granted.

–

crispy: u comin’ home? The message lights up your screen, and you look from the TV flashing images of an old slasher movie to respond: > maybe. not sure yet, dont wait up crispy: u with ed? > dont u have my location crispy: wanted to see if u’d lie > asshole crispy: use protection! c u later ;p

You roll your eyes, tossing your phone onto the empty cushion, and reach over to pet Ethel, who’s asleep purring in Eddie’s lap. Eddie casually stretches his arm out, resting it on the back of the sofa, and you hesitate only for a minute before scooching into the space he’s made for you against his ribcage. You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes to focus solely on the rise and fall of his chest, heartbeat steady but a little quicker than seems normal, making you bloom with a quiet pride. For once, there is no sense of impending doom, no waiting for the other shoe to drop. Being here, with him, feels right.

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sillyandquiteawkward · 4 months ago

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I love your 'Debt Collector' Mouthwashing Animatic so so much... You helped me find a total banger of a song that's gonna stay in my playlist forever!!! I'm not even gonna get INTO how the lyrics you assigned the three perfectly match their characters either, cuz my god, we'd be here all day if I did that...

I really like how you characterized everyone in your animatic too. Anya emotionally and physically at one of her lowest points, holding her hands to her mouth to muffle her crying is so uwhwuah :( Curly holding up two fingers, trying to ease Anya with his body language, letting her know he'll be riiiiight baaack is SUCH a Curly thing to do too! And Jimmy smiling while his eyes drift to the ceiling, making peace with dying if it means he's "the hero who fixed it" also lives rent free in my brain lol

ALSO ANYA'S FACE LOOKING SO JAUNT AND SAD WHEN SHE BANDAGES CURLY AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! THAT'S HER FACE RIGHT THERE, those down-turned eyes and high cheek bones are Anya!!!

jhariah makes such good music!! found them thru risk risk risk and its just banger after banger. if u have ocs or love to rotate characters in ur brain jhariah is the musician for you they got something for everything.

its always really fun to make lyrics connect with different characters. and you said u dont need to go into it but i will talk a lil about it. hehe. of course, anyas was really easy to choose, her speaking towards curly in his position, and polle speaking to jimmy of course. but trying to figure out the split between what jimmy and curlys lines. they share a very close mentality, curlys sense of responsibility vs jimmys desire to blame others. my original pass of text colors was way different and i had to tone down the sheer amount of color switching that was going on LOL. less is more!

i think anya holding her hands up towards her face is a really great touch put into her character acting. really good nervous tick to touch her neck/chin/cover her mouth. im glad it was something included in game. its fun to draw and can be really loaded.

curly and his two finger comfort thing was something i always imagined he did. the feeling of anya is in a really bad spot, but jimmy is his priority bc he knows damage control is important in the moment, but not wanting to leave anya with nothing but he has to go Right Now hell be Right Back Dont Move. his heads running a mile a minute.

dont have much to say about jimmys bit there, just wanted to capture his like. pathetic desperation as he figured out his solution. raaah

anyaaaaaa 💔 i really liked the perspective for this frame. always such fun to play with pov and bring it down and up with the sense of power. curly standing over anya, anya and jimmy standing over curly. good stuff.

#hi sorry used ur ask to yap.#silly art tag

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vivaiavidapasta · 3 months ago

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Hehe yes I picked the song for a reason :> Thank you for the answers! Witch au is my latest obsession and I discovered it (and your blog) right around I made my own witch oc but w a different backstory bc the concept is so neat and you're feeding my brain worms so now it's all rotating around inside my skull microwave style. I'm thinking about different scenarios/dynamics between shmilk and witch. I'm thinking what if he too feels a little betrayed when witch doesn't save him or try to free him once he and the beasts are trapped in the tree. It's not veryy rational but he truly thought they had something special going, and what's a little betrayal and manipulation between lovers close friends. beasts side eyeing his delusional ass. he ping pongs between passive aggression and trying to pick up where they left off. And like witch does feel guilt/regret they weren't able to sway him and still sees traces of their old friend under all the cruelty but what the hell. Might draw some stuff later... but speaking of drawing MYSTIC FLOUR WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE (tell me more about their dynamic if you want to please) (I'm also sorry if im talking too much or asking too many questions) - 🐏

I’m so glad to hear you’re inspired by my stuff!! *slowly feeds ur worms with tweezers*

But yeah, MFlour is the most chill beast about you… which isn’t too chill tbh. Precorruption she gladly took you and listened to your plight, trying to fulfill your wishes. She fell for your compassion.

After corruption… let’s just say you’re not forgotten in enlightenment ;)

#mystic flour x reader #mystic flour cookie x reader #🐏 anon

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whenishipiluxurycruiseit · 1 year ago

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After reading some twts about how the reveal should not affect the kaishin fandom bc of how old it is and how most old shippers had the suspicion of kaishin being related and proceeded to not care and accept and even ship them more leads me to the acceptance stage and the realization stage where this is all fiction and not true thus it will not affect anyone greatly and most of us should realize this too HAHAHA

I mean i had my suspicions too ya know but like i was expecting them to be distantly related not this closely related gahdang gosho JAGDHSHS also i was kinda closing my eyes when i saw how similar toichi and yuusaku looked like when i saw them so AHDGSHS lovelies lets just think that the reveal made the ship spicer that ever

Kaishin may be cousins and what? Its fiction, this ship is old, there are even more worse ships than this, will this hurt anyone? No (unless ur really in deep like delusional deep), will this change the world? No, will this affect your daily life? No, will this change your morals? For me no, cause i know they are not real, why on earth would they change my morals.

Honestly its not just kaishin, there are a lot of ships with this kind of relationship, and other shippers must realize the fact that they are not real and no one will get hurt. If you get disturbed by the fact that we ship cousins/twins/siblings then you may close your eyes and move one to the other post, im not like validating this bc in the real and current world this may seem disturbing but everyone must know the difference between real and fiction, do not do what fiction do but you may learn what fiction do, just put it at the back of your head as an additional knowledge and the possibility that some other people might mix up fiction and real life.

Anyways so much for the monologue JAGSHS

THE REVEAL FIRED ME UP INTO MAKING ANOTHER PROMPT YEEEEY

Like im not even focusing abt how kaishin is cousins anymore but at why toichi did that to his son, what is incest compared to betrayal (not rlly cause kaito still didnt know hes alive BUT STILL THATS HIS KID??? HIS CHILD IN THE EYES OF DANGER?? AND HE LET HIS CHILD DO THAT?? BOY?)?

Like i know he protects kaito at the side (it was on magic kaito 1412 i forgot what episode) but he protects kaito with kaito experiencing trauma bc how tf how dare u use my dead dads face you traitor like that like bro??

I dont even also think that chikage knew that her husband is alive, only yuusaku (like wow cute they mustve been such close siblings but thats not the point) knows that hes alive and yuusaku probs only also knows cause hes yuusaku and yuusaku knows everything in just once glance for some weird ass reason

ANYWAYS SO

My prompt is that (please know that some of the characters are ooc!!! Esp the parents cause they dont show much wth JAGDHSH also ill put in a oc for plot purposes WAHSGAHSGA)

Shinichi, still as conan, was in a pinch and was suddenly saved by a mysterious guy. Whom he thought was like akai san but he sensed someone different like.. KID? No.. dad??

Toichi who saw a kid who looked like his nephew when he was a child is being chased by men in black (who suspiciously looked like snake for some reason but snake doesnt wear shades in the dark cause thats a foolish move) decided to help him and lose the pursuers off his back

“Boya are you ok?” “…..(hmm? What is this feeling.. i feel like i’ve met him somewhere but..)” “boya?” “Ah! Un! Thank you uncle!”

Toichi suddenly thought of shinichi when he heard conans voice saying uncle, it sounds just like 10 yrs ago when he visited yuusakus house to teach yukiko the art of disguise

Toichi then took conan to his guardians when he found out that his parents was in america apparently (1) and he also found out that his guardians were the mouris (2) which was 2 points of suspicion which wasnt that bad but just weird cause why didnt his younger brother tell anything, not that that shit tells him anything at all. Adding to the fact that he has not seen his attention loving smart nephew in the news for a while now then pops out a child that looks like him makes the suspicion highly likely. (Their family kinda has a knack for attracting dangerous orgs, from what he seen to himself and his son, he just hopes his younger brother and nephew didnt get it (which was highly unlikely now too))

Consider his suspicions correct when his younger brother decides to okay dumb (he knows ok, theyre twins for a reason and hes a older brother for a reason) the problem now was which shady org was it and how much does his nephew and younger brother know….

2 weeks later he found out

Apparently he wasnt the only one suspicious of someone

His, (knew it), dear shrunken nephew was too! Bc of one comment from mouri kun (have we met somewhere before?) and his suspicions were proven right when he saw yuusakus phone lying around with his message on the notif screen

(Toichis so proud, thats my nephew, be nosy kid you will go far in life)(it made his nephew cute too 🥰)

and color him suprised when his nephew has a shady org at his back too (he was kinda hoping that his nephew only stumbled on the scene of the crime that was he was chased not being a victim himself sighs the family curse)

and toichi and his nephew (whom just found out they were related with the first kaitou kid, who was supposed to be dead) made an alliance! (it kinda feels good to not only have one person know about your secrets, it also makes him relieved that his nephew has a lot of trusted people at his back other than some bigass shady org)

it also makes toichi happy that his son could be himself (not just kaitou kid but really being kaito his son whom he left with his wife toprotecttonotpullintothismessbutthey-) with his cousin

his son was inlove with his cousin

oh shit

yuusaku why did we not let them meet again

how he found out? he got the front seat

with snake

but does that really matter

(is akai kun included when hes so far away from the build the confession was happening)

(akai kun just shoot snake pls)

then it all went to shit (from his perspective cause wdym kaito did not even notice snake was there so its ok uncle shinichi kun did u also not notice my mental breakdown too)

they apprehended snake, and found out he was just some lackey in the black org and wanted to be the same lvl as gin so hes chasing after some immortality granting stone (yea hes not gonna be on the same lvl as gin hes stupid says his dear cutified nephew)

he told his younger brother about the confession

his younger brother knew all along ever since he caught kaito sneaking in their house to leave a jewel that he stole and saw him caress shinichis face.. yuusaku told him with the face of did u really not see that coming, we never let them meet when they were old enough to remember.

like valid? but at least share the tea gahdang

yukiko also knows? brother? i thought bros before hoes? (he nearly got mauled to death by his mystery loving younger brother, bc how dare you call my wife a hoe? ur the hoe u *spits real talk that hurts*)

after yuusaku hurt him internally he has come to the fact that yea he was worse than his son.. (also who can blame him, shinichi kun has yukikos genes (not that his darling wife is any less beautiful than yukiko, his wifes beauty came from being reckless and he likes that in his woman sighs i miss my wife) and their reckless genes so, with his wifes beautiful and shiny loving gene with his reckless loving gene, shinichi, conan, his nephew was the perfect person for his son. not ignoring the fact that shinichi kun is also a very understanding person. his nephew grew a lot (internally cause well.. he shrunk physically))

and now shinichi is looking at him weirdly

no way

did he not hear his sons confession

"shin kun... what did you think about what my son said to you?" "hm? ah that chase?... isnt it just a chase? oh im sorry uncle if i hurt kaito, it was needed to make it look convincing haha, i dont plan on capturing him rn dw!" "... oh! its ok shin kun ^^"

it was not okay, how does his nephew not notice his sons confession to him? (his son was a child of two phantom thieves, making a heist even grander than it already is shows that his son is courting his nephew SO HOW TF- oh, oh yuusaku just told him that every heist shinichi went to was always that grand so he might not see the difference? oh. oh my gosh.)

how to break this to his son who thought his father was dead

yuusaku just smiled (useless asshole, just bc hes still close to his son even though his son is in another identity now and can still pretend to be his new sons identities father bc of the disguising art that toUICHI HIMSELF TAUGHT HIM)

shinichi kun said to wait till evrything was over, or wait till the black org is down cause he will help explain too cause he hid it too after knowing his undeadness (at least his nephew was helpful, might be yukikos gene)

"you know, ever since i met kaitou kid, i knew that i might need his help to bring this org down, but i never knew that it would be the first kaitou kid that will help me hehe"

his nephew is so cute (yep its yukikos genes, yuusaku could never be like that anymore, still regrets the day where he showed off to his younger brother his magician skills)

the org was brought down but the antidote for shinchis problem still hasnt been made but time is an essence they need to reveal the truth to his family now or it might get worse

family reunion time! :DDDDDDDDD

shinichi went to get his son and wife while he and his younger brother prepares his execution letter

(if u wanna know how shinichi went to get kaito and chikage pls comment! ill write it up on the other post)

"yukiko chan can u-" "nope"

"yuusaku istg id u dont help me we're twins for a reason if i die you die too" "fk u" (helps him)

then it all went to shit (pt 2) (shinichi kun can see it now too, toichi thinks even hakase next door can feel it)

his son did not walk out bc of shinichi kun ("kaito, listen to you father please, you know my situation, its kind of the same but in your fathers case, you are ran" "at least you were close to her!" "does it really matter when all she saw was conan not shinichi?" "but-!" "kaito, the woman i love is slipping before my eyes because i cant go to her like before now! everytime i go back to my body temporarily all i think about is how she will get hurt if the organization realizes i was one of the victims they failed to kill and will go after her and her family and friends! there are numerous people in the org who already knew about my real identity, they mightve been killed or decided to not tell about it but there is no saying they might decide to not do the opposite!"

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blythings · 1 year ago

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MESS IT UP | TOM BLYTH

— pairing: tom blyth x filmmaker!oc (fem.) — summary: hope that you're sleeping well knowing i'm not. — tags: exes-to-lovers, named oc, attempts at humour, mentions of other celebrities. —notes: can you tell from this instalment that i miss nicholas galitzine's social media presence? lol anyway i'm still getting used to this format so forgive me if it's a bit clumsy! lmk what you think of this chapter 💞 also, comment/send me a msg if you'd like to be added to the tag list!!

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liked by rachelzegler, balladofsongbirds and others tomblyth HG film dump. Just some of the many people I love who breathed life into this movie. @/songbirdsandsnakes opens tomorrow 🤍 lionsgateuk this film has already become my entire personality rachelzegler i love you sweetheart user White boy of the month 🤩🤩 user pls go blonde again im so serious tom please TOM PLEASE user New crush unlocked 🤚🏻

liked by taylorzakharperez, treaclychild and others alexisnakamura Past few weeks ⏯️ mari.arai i think nick should change his profile pic on raya to that so people can know what they're getting into ↪ user NICHOLAS GALITZINE IS ON RAYA???!!!! ↪ taylorzakharperez @/mari.arai so real ↪ alexisnakamura @/taylorzakharperez @/mari.arai guys stop bullying pookie under my post user YOUR BACK??! I’M GOING INSANE 😩 user hey (with rizz) user can you announce your next movie queen i'm due for a personality change user i need to be in the alexis nakamura cinematic universe saur bad

liked by user, user and others tomblythfans old 📸 of tom with director and screenwriter alexis nakamura! user LMAO TOM IN THE LAST PANEL user oh tomblythfans dug for gold here ↪ user fr they must've combed through the internet bc tom and alexis deleted all traces of each other from their socials user does anyone actually know the timeline i'm so curious ↪ user it's none of our business ↪ user so? they're in the public eye and it's natural for fans to be curious ↪ user just because they're in the public eye it doesn't make it right to speculate ↪ user LMAOO get off ur high horse. nothing wrong w celebrity gossip

liked by filmupdatesmain, kaiagerber and others alexisnakamura missing the rockbridge fam 💋🌈 user fumbled the bag so bad by breaking up with tom right before he becomes a big deal in hollywood lol ↪ user she's literally a famous director? bye ↪ user making a mean comment still gives her clout bro user someone @ me when deuxmoi finally posts the tea btwn her and tom ↪ user i did a deep dive last night and i reckon she dumped him while he was filming tbosas ↪ user LMAOOO that wouldn't surprise me, she's way too close to her male actors it's actually kinda problematic ↪ user i think tom is better off honestly, alexis is talented and her movies are good but she seems like a lot of work ↪ user fr i feel like sometimes she puts on a persona to seem more relatable

#tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x oc #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth fic #coriolanus snow imagine #fic: i wish you would #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow x oc

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u3pxx · 4 months ago

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sorry if this is dumb but do you/would you have any advice for anybody who wants to make a haikyuu oc team? I'm defiantly not thinking about making one lol

honestly i feel like any advice for making a regular oc applies to making a haikyuu oc team but i can definitely see how it can be intimidating just by the amount of sheer characters needed for one pftt

these aren't like "you must do this or you will die!!!!" type of advice but just some suggestions and explaining how i went with designing my cheetah team pftt 👍

-> gimmick/theme

every haikyuu team has a certain something that makes them special! be it about the way they play volleyball or just whatever theme their team has got going on! think about karasuno with their crows, synchro attack, the weirdo duo, nekoma with cats and their defense, dateko's iron wall, etc.,

it's a neat starting point bc then you'll think about how would you build players around this specific playstyle. are there certain dynamics that can be born from this?

of course, it doesn't have to be that well thought out starting from the beginning. hell, the jumping point for my cheetah team is that i wanted a team full of anxious cheetah players, whose big cat seniors just left, managed by a dog manager, and me thinking about whether wouldn't it be funny if their playstyle messed with the tempo and everything's just so fast that the other teams get overwhelmed!!!! <- i know very little about volleyball pfttt

-> what about the characters!

i feel like this one definitely applies to just regular oc making but if ur having a hard time making a character, it's ok to just match some tropes you like into a character but don't forget to give them some depth! they're all just highschool kids but think, what are their current worries? is there anything from their past that's bothering them that affects the way they act now? likewise, is there anything in the present that's bothering them?

the wonderful thing about haikyuu is that everyone gets the chance to shine, even the minor characters or players from teams we never see again! but don't stress yourself out about giving everyone a complicated backstory, remember, you're doing this for fun so don't worry if not everyone has something; maybe their problems are something they deal with right now! even if it's something little like they aren't confident about their skills and thus feel a little insecure about being in a team full of good players, idk!!!

(ALSO, WHY DO THEY PLAY VOLLEYBALL!!!! <- it's not like super mega uber important to know why but it'd be nice to know why they love the sport in the first place pftt. i mean, it's haikyuu!!!!!! is it because of a friend? parents? or are they just crazy like that lolll)

-> gap moe

ok this one isnt really super important LOL but i feel like people (you included) will get more endeared to your ocs if there's something about them that contrasts how they seem to be like...

sorry the only example i can think about right now is mean-ass bitchy teen tsukishima being a dinosaur nerd and his favorite food being strawberry shortcakes like!!! that's endearing ok!!! gap moe bitch!!!!

-> i talk about character design a lil bit

ok this one's on the design side of things so im just gonna say the number one thing is don't be afraid to make your characters look different!!!! furudate already does this with how hq characters' eyes are shaped so don't be afraid to give characters unique things about them too!!!

though haikyuu has its few share of crazy-haired weirdos (lmao), i'd say limit the weird-colored hair to only a few characters in your team. not everyone in fukurodani can have bokuto hair you know, or else he won't stand out!!! mix it with a few normal hairstyles or smth wheezes (ok maybe unless you're making a team of delinquents or your gimmick for your team is that everyone is a wild-haired weirdo then forget about everything i said LOLL) (once again repeating that this isn't a strict rule, just a suggestion, do what you want in the end!!!)

ok i cant think of anything else i wish you luck on your hq oc team making endeavors 🫡🫡🫡🫡

#sunnysideanswers #crows-junk-pile #hopefully this makes sense ive been like sleepy loopy for a few days now dfghdjkd

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writers-reach · 4 months ago

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hii!! can i request a one shot with yosuke that basically displays his relationship w his significant other thats also in the investigation team? something lighthearted and fun like how they banter with each other? you can also include other characters and their responses/reactions if youd like!

thank you 🫶 !

your account has been fueling me on tumblr bc im currently watching one piece and im still in my persona phase 🙌 we literally have the exact same interests 🙏

also! do u have any plans on playing metaphor refantazio?

persona 4: dating another investigation team member (yosuke hanamura)

notes: gn!reader, fluff, a lil lengthy i got way ahead of myself hehe

oooh he's always referring to you as his boyfriend/girlfriend/partner/significant other to the others. it gets annoying sometimes.

that being said, he slipped up one day and accidentally called you "my husband/wife/spouse" and the team lost their shit and never let him live it down. yosuke's ears turn red to this day.

always asks for your opinion/reaction first during meetings! values ur input very very much

inside the tv he's probably pulling some goofy stunts to impress you, and always using his persona's skills to keep you safe and unharmed!! he wants to feel big n strong, let him <3

lets you listen to his music while in the tv! just, uh, don't make fun of his taste and give it back before fights, please? it helps him focus

you two probably rope each other into training for the tv in your free time. you're pretty evenly matched, but whenever you beat yosuke, he always claims he lets you win b/c he likes seeing you smile triumphantly. also he thinks its hot when he gets knocked down by you.

as yosuke's partner, you are his number one enabler, unfortunately, thanks to those puppy-dog eyes of his. be prepared to deal with his dumbass schemes (you do have free reign to bully him for it. he lets you, but not without picking on you back. lovingly, ofc)

he's always making whispered, smartass comments into your ear when the team hangs out together, usually to make you laugh. if you get to a full-on belly laugh, he considers it mission accomplished!

always gonna bring you a little treat or drink post-mission and offers to walk you home if it's late. sure, you can handle your own in the tv, but the real world is a dangerous place, ya know!!!

yosuke definitely tries to learn a duo attack with you with.... varying results. he's cute when he gets that shimmer of excitement in his eyes, though, so you are definitely not complaining!

a/n: stopppppp i have so many ideas about this bc i have an oc on the team for also oc/canon ideas (i am cringe but i am free). i wanna say godspeed on ur one piece journey! i'm barely at 900 episodes in and i skipped a bunch (filler/romance dawn mostly bc i read romance dawn and watched opla). i also don't have any plans on playing metaphor, i'm not terribly into other games in the smt family :,( rpgs hard

#persona x reader #x reader #persona 4 x reader #yosuke hanamura x reader #ugh had so much fun with this one. my sheylaaaaaaaaaa

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zirobitches · 2 years ago

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One Piece: Soulmate AU

Always in this twilight - Crocodile x GN!Reader

Summary: Soulmates are incapable of hurting each other. As a pirate, this leads to some tragic moments midst battles. You thought you were prepared for when it might happen to you, but damn you were wrong.

Gn! Reader, Angst no comfort, no beta we die like Roger, Reader is Croc's First Mate and a former Roger pirate (Shanks/Buggy's age) but it doesnt really matter, also former slave background, congrats you are now in the place of my self insert OC, no promises on not being cringe this is literally a /reader fic, also had to make a fake crew bc we dont know enough crocs backstory HAND IT OVER ODA

Word count: 4500+

Also first fic on tumblr, idk what im doing here, lmk ur opinions. It is now 2:03am and i have class at 10:30. Might have to skip lmao

EDITS: grammar check lol. also cross posted it on ao3 - same name as my blog

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Soulmates weren't as common as you'd might assume when you first hear about it. There's an easy way to prove someone is your soulmate, but when that method is to harm them, well, it doesn't make it easy to find that person. And society gets a bit weird when you know your soulmate is out there.

you've known that some people carry around little needles to poke into strangers hoping to find the one. But that was in decent society; among pirates you more often heard tales of bullets suddenly dropping to the ground after they hit their target, or swords stopping on someone's skin as though it just hit steel. A battlefield is a hell of a place to meet the person fate had decided for you, but for pirates it had become a norm.

Not that long ago, some genius named Vegapunk did a study on how many people meet their soulmate - 1 in a 100. And that's just how many people find them. It never accounts for how many actually happily end up together. You had chosen to live your life as a pirate, so a happy ending with your supposed soulmate wasn't something you foresaw in your future.

You were always grateful most of your current crew felt the same. There was a small group among pirates that were always on the lookout to find their soulmate and then immediately retire. Your crew however like to joke that if they found them in battle, they would move out of the way so someone else could finish them off. It was a grim reality, but it was your reality.

However, on nights like these where you drank the night away, some romantic always had to bring it up.

"C'mon, did old Roger really make you so cold hearted that you don't believe in true love?"

"Pfft, you're fucking joking right?" You scoffed back. You always argued with Tink about this, but you understood your young navigator still had hope. Too bad you were the pessimist of the crew.

"It's not that I don't believe in true love," you continued. "Soulmates are real, I don't really see another explanation for not being able to harm only one other person in the world. But why limit yourself to waiting for a person you might never meet? So many are denying themselves to fall in love with someone else and then end up dying alone because they never found their soulmate."

Tink pouted in front of you. This was a tired conversation, one that was repeated every few weeks much to the chagrin of your other crewmates. But a controversial topic was always a great topic for a group such as yourselves.

"I'm not denying myself the chance to fall in love! I'm denying ever feeling heartbroken over someone who doesn't matter!" Tink tried to argue back, but you just groaned in response.

"And if you never meet the one? You'll just live and die without ever letting yourself even get a taste of what it is you're chasing." Tink glared, knowing it was futile to keep going, but the pink of her cheeks told you that the grog in her system was trying to get her to keep fighting.

It was then that a familiar tall figure caught your eye. There was your beloved captain Crocodile, trying to sneak behind everyone's back to grab another bottle for himself.

Crocodile was never much one for festivities, at least not one 'undeserved' as he might put it. While there was no battle won to celebrate, the night sky was clear and the waters calm; in the Grand Line, shouldn't that be enough to be happy about?

However tonight you weren't going to let him sneak booze and hide from the crew.

"Cap'n!" Apparently the grog was getting to you as well. "Come over here and help me crush Tink's dream of a soulmate!" You laughed as Tink gasped at your audacity. The rest of your company seemed more or less happy with how the night was going, but your captain was still less than enthused to join.

"If this is the same soulmate debate you've been going on about for the past 3 years, I will pass again. You already know my feelings on the matter." Crocodile's deep voice reverberated across the deck of the ship. Even if he wasn't giving orders, he still commanded the attention of everyone within earshot.

He gave a long drag of the bottle in his hand, and then turned to walk away. However you felt it was your duty as first mate to pester your captain into spending casual time with his crew.

"I may know your opinion, but would you be so kind and gracious to remind the rest of the crew? Perhaps?" You called out to the dark coat trying to run from the party, and saw him pause, then turn to walk back.

You could see some of the newer additions to the crew cower. You didn't blame them, Crocodile was an imposing figure, and was developing a infamous reputation as a pirate on the Grand Line. But he was your captain, and he would never hurt his crew, this you knew.

"If I ever met my soulmate," Crocodile began, "I assume it would be when I attempt to kill them." He took another sip from his bottle. This was one of the rare moments he was not puffing a cigar you suddenly realize. It made his face look younger, as though he was actually a man in his 20s as he claimed he was.

As though he knew you were thinking of him, Crocodile made eye contact with you. "When I realize I can't kill them, I'll call out for you." You felt your heart skip a beat. "Then you can finish them for me."

It was purely the grog's fault for making your face warm. The lack of a sea breeze was also suddenly apparent. But you couldn't be flustered, not when you were the one who asked for this answer.

You smiled, doing your best to brush off the tension. You were still maintaining eye contact with him after all. "Well there you have it. Not exactly the opinion I remember, but I hope I can live up to your expectations, Cap'n."

Crocodile nodded, then told you all to start to sober up or get to bed. "I don't need a crew of drunks on the Grand Line, or else we will never make it to the New World."

Your crew began to disperse and you went below deck to your cabin. You really hadn't had much to drink that night, yet your chest felt tight.

You thought you had learned your lesson, but no. Even after promising yourself you wouldn't, you became attached to your crew. Even after your last one fell apart. Even after you watched your first captain, your savior, be executed, you fucked up and dove straight into a different crew expecting it to be different.

You laid down in your bed, staring at the ceiling, the world slightly spinning. Suddenly all you can think about is when you met Croc.

It was little more than 3 years ago now, wasn't it? A whole 3 years since Roger died. The weight is still heavy in your chest, but not nearly as devastating as it was in Logue Town that day. You were a wreck, physically and emotionally.

After watching the execution, you were too heartbroken to join the others in pursuit of the One Piece. Your world has just officially ended, the crew was technically already disbanded, but now there was no hope of getting it back.

You ended up in some local bar. No one recognized you, and in the haze of all the excitement following Roger's death, why would they? You had just been some nobody apprentice who happened to stick on his ship after Roger saved your life.

But your sorrow did catch someone's eye.

You sat at the counter of this dive bar in Logue Town, mindlessly stirring whatever number drink sat in front of you now. You had run out of tears, and sat stuck in some frozen state of grief.

However, this sad portrait of yourself did not seem to deter someone from sitting next to you.

You paid them no mind, just staring into empty space, not enough energy to even remember you were still alive.

"You were a member of the Pirate King's crew weren't you?"

A deep voice rattled from the stranger, but it was his words that really caught your attention.

"How'd you figure?" You had paused your stirring at first, but now focused on your drink to avoid eye contact. You were a mess, you could feel your puffy eyes, and were still sniffling every so often.

"There's no reason anyone in this town should be sad that someone like him died. So, you must have known him, right?" The deep voice continued, and you could feel their eyes staring, but didn't have the strength to meet them.

"Well, you caught me. Going to take me in and see if you can get a reward? I'm afraid you won't find any posters of me though. I tended to get lost in the crowd, you could say." After that statement you finally grasped the glass in front of you and decided to knock back what was left. If this was the end of your little pirating career, so be it. It can die with Roger.

"Will you join my crew?"

Your head snapped up at that, and you finally looked up at the stranger.

Long black hair was slicked back to show all the sharp features of the man's face. A strong square jaw, a prominent, perfect nose, and pale, piercing eyes, hooded by thin black eyebrows. Undoubtedly, even in your drunken haze, you were sure sober you would agree the man was handsome.

After a moment to take in this stranger all you could manage was a "Excuse me?"

He smiled - no, smirked - and pulled a cigar out from his coat. "I could use someone with your experience on my crew." He carried on, as if you were discussing the weather outside. He lit the cigar with a lighter you hadn't noticed him pull out. Perhaps it was the booze, but looking at this guy, he almost seemed… fuzzy, around the edges.

"Having someone who once worked for the Pirate King should help me become the next Pirate King."

The stranger took a long drag from his cigar, then exhaled over the counter. You didn't know where the barkeep was now, but at the moment, it felt like you and him were the only people in the building.

You should be mad. Enraged at the audacity of someone to come up to you on the worst day of your life, and to ask you to work for them. But you felt nothing.

No. That wasn't right. You did feel something.

You chuckled. Giggled even. A small laugh that built up till you were laughing, nearly hysterically. You hadn't felt like this sort of light headed elation in a long time, and it was nice.

After taking a moment to catch your breath you finally looked back at the stranger. He didn't look upset at your reaction. He just kept smoking his cigar, waiting for an answer.

"I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."

"I am Sir Crocodile, captain of the Neverland Pirates."

"Hmmm. Well, Sir Crocodile, I can tell you now that you have no chance of being Pirate King." You smirked back at him, propping your head up on your hand as you leaned against the counter.

This response still didn't bother the man. If anything, you swore he almost seemed… satisfied by your answer. Perhaps he knows what's coming next.

"I can help you out on the Grand Line and maybe help you get to the New World, but I promise," you leaned in towards this captain, staring him down. "You will never be the man Roger was. No one will."

Yet Crocodile was unperturbed.

"So you'll join my crew?"

You leaned back and reassessed your empty glass. You cast a quick glance at the bar and then back at the other pirate.

"Sure. I don't have anything better to do anyways."

You thought back in Logue Town you could never feel the same way about Crocodile's crew that you felt with Roger's, but you were always the fool. Now you are attached.

Now you need a reason to leave.

You couldn't waste your time or your heart with them. You had already died once with Roger, and if you stayed any longer you know you could never leave alive. You got up from bed - still plenty tipsy you swayed over - to your dresser.

Middle drawer, back left, underneath some no longer worn t-shirts was a small box. You opened it.

There were several small scraps of paper. Vivre cards.

As a child on Roger's boat, you were ecstatic to learn about vivre cards. A simple way to know the people you loved were alive and safe, and be able to find their exact location? It was too good to be true.

When you remember the feeling of Roger's paper burning in your hands at his execution, you knew the reality of vivre cards.

Your fingertips gently sorted through the papers you had made for some of Roger's crew. Each had a tiny name written in a corner. Shanks, Buggy, Ray, Gaban, Oden, and a few others of people who had been most important to you.

Maybe you could leave this crew and seek out the others. Rayleigh had always said he would retire at Sabaody, and your crew was bound to get there soon, hopefully in a couple months. The ache in your chest; you missed your old family. This could be the excuse you needed.

With a heavy sigh you closed the box and hid it away again. Sleeping on it would be good. Sleeping away the booze would also be nice.

Maybe then the tears would stop silently slipping down your face.

It turns out the excuse of seeing your old crew was unneeded. The news coo was kind enough to drop a reason to leave directly in your lap.

You stared at the newspaper for a long moment. The sinking feeling in your gut still did not go away.

You walked up to the bow where Crocodile was standing. He stared at the horizon as you approached the next island, Water 7.

"Captain."

Crocodile turned to look at you, face neutral, signature cigar in his mouth.

"Morning. The news any good?"

"They want to make you a Warlord."

Your own feelings were swept under the rug as your crewmates overheard. Instantly the deck was buzzing, the news spreading and making the once sleepy, slightly hungover crew come back to life.

"This is perfect!" The helmsman Diat yelled, a grin wide on his face. "Not only do we get the Marines off our back, it's recognition that we are some of the strongest pirates on the Grand Line!"

You would have laughed at him if not for the ice in your chest. Similar celebratory remarks were made all around you, but you didn't have the strength to pretend this was good news to you.

All you could feel was an icy feeling on your back, right where you had a large scar that tore up a long faded tattoo. But time could not get rid of the mark you could never forget about, no matter how much you wanted to.

Amid the spontaneous party you finally turned back to Crocodile. Amidst it all, he was still only looking at you.

Your words were quiet compared to the raucous around you, but your captain heard you just fine.

"If you become a Warlord I'm leaving the crew."

A couple of nearby crew gasped, heads whipped in your direction and murmurs quickly took place of all the yells.

Instantly protests, people yelling your name, yelling their arguments, but it all fell on deaf ears as you stared down your captain.

Tink of all people knew it was futile to argue with you, and turned to the man of the hour. "Captain! You can't just let your first mate leave!"

Before she could continue, Crocodile interjected. "You never planned on making me King of the Pirates, right? So you never planned on staying on this ship anyways."

This evoked even more protests from the crowd. Many of them weren't sure what you two were talking about, and some had begun to yell again.

The sounds were starting to be overwhelming, and this was not a conversation that required the whole crew anyways.

"That's enough from everyone!" You yelled over the cacophony. The crew went quiet. "This is a conversation for me and the captain, the rest of you need to beat it! Do something useful, we will make a port soon."

The crowd was not placated in the least, but it was true the ship would be docked soon, and there were things that needed to be prepared beforehand.

"You heard them. Get back to work." Crocodile finished your command, and the crowd dispersed. You knew they would still be listening, but it didn't stop you.

"I refuse to be part of a crew that works alongside the Marines. If you become a Warlord you automatically become their dog - then you may as well be a dog of the celestial dragons." Your tongue burned even at the mention of the world nobles.

Crocodile took a long drag of his cigar. He looked away from you and sighed an exhale of smoke, then dragged his line of sight back to you.

"I haven't decided yet."

You bristled at this. "Are you suggesting they already offered this to you? And I had to find out through a newspaper?"

Crocodile took yet another drag, and you lost your patience with his nicotine addiction. "Answer me Crocodile."

Your captain sighed through his nose this time, some of the smoke reaching you, a familiar smell after all these years. It once may have been a nice fragrance, knowing your captain was near, but now it blinded you and stoked your anger.

"We are almost to Water 7. Let's save it for there."

Tensions were high, especially between you and Crocodile, when your mood worsened when he disappeared while you oversaw the docking. But you docked. You got the crew into a hotel. During this time the crew began splitting into sides, which was not something you had anticipated. But you ignored it all until finally, Crocodile returned and you cornered him into in a room alone with you.

He had no cigar, and you had no drink in hand. It was a painfully sober room.

Crocodile sighed and slumped into an armchair. He dragged his eyes across the room till they met yours. You refused to look away this time, jaw set with determination to stand your ground.

"I don't want to be the Marine's dog," Croc began. "But they offered me a deal."

"The deal that our crimes are excused? Big whoop, as long as we don't get caught it's almost the same."

"No," he sighed, a large ring covered hand dragging down his face in exasperation. "A deal to help take down Whitebeard."

That got you silent. For a moment, as you recalled every time you saw Roger and Whitebeard exchange blows and fight for days on end.

"You? Take down Whitebeard?" You laughed, but it was a dry and bitter thing. "Your bounty is $81 million berries. Your devil fruit is great and all, but it is by no means fight and beat Whitebeard good. Even if Newgate was without his crew, our entire crew would be wiped off the map. You've lost it if you truly believe that this is achieveable."

Crocodile glared from across the room. Not his usual, perpetual glare, but a genuine, freeze you in your tracks ice cold glare.

He stood up, all 8 feet imposing over you as he stalked across the room. "I have let you say plenty of cruel things to me, but this may cross the line."

But you were his first mate and you couldn't fear him if you were supposed to talk sense into him. "Cross the line? I'm not the one who is making deals with the Navy so I can sail us to our deaths at the hands of Whitebeard!" You were yelling now, no, roaring at your foolish headstrong captain.

"If you take that ship and that crew as it is now to the New World to fight Whitebeard and his sons, no one will come back alive!" Your heart was on fire with rage and frozen in fear. Rage at your captain, who is very much overestimating his abilities. Fear for your crewmates who have no idea what sort of danger their captain was going to put them in.

Crocodile was now truly enraged on the same level as you. He sneered down at you as he suddenly grabbed you by the neck - much to your shock. "I wanted you there to see me become the next Pirate King. But if you can't support me for this, one of the biggest moments in my life since I've been a pirate, then I have no need for you anymore."

With his free hand he opened the door that was behind you. A group of Marines walked in with cuffs ready. "To sweeten the deal, what better than to give a former Roger pirate to the Navy?"

You felt all the blood drain from your face, as fear for your own well being finally pierced your heart. You looked up at Crocodile, and you could feel tears begin to creep at the corner of your eyes. "You never fail to surprise me, Captain."

"Well done Sir Crocodile." One of the Marines spoke, and you could tell from their uniform it was a Vice Admiral, though you didn't recognize them.

"A public execution of a Roger's pirate should be a grand way to ring in your instatement as Warlord."

You felt the world slow down around you and felt Crocodile's grip on your neck slip at the Marine's sentencing.

Crocodile began to speak, "That was not what we agreed on," But your ears had begun to ring.

Growing up on the Oro Jackson, you had picked up some neat tricks. You found out you were hopeless with the color of observation haki, but had a special knack for color of arms. Perfect against those darn logia fruit users.

In a blink of an eye you ripped Crocodile's arm away from your neck and you made a mad dash past him. And jumped straight through a window, glass and all.

You could vaguely hear a commotion behind you as Marines ran after you, but it was lost with the ringing in your ears.

You could hear and feel your heartbeat, pounding throughout your body as you ran through the endless alleys and canals of Water 7. You could feel tears pierce through the wind rushing past your face as you ran, desperately with no objective.

All you could think about was the way the heat of Crocodile's hand felt on your neck, the cold metal of the rings that had pressed against your pulse.

Have you ever really touched Crocodile before?

…

You missed him. You didn't understand why. He had just betrayed you - fucking hell, he was just handing you over to the Navy as part of his deal to become a warlord, but god. You wanted to be with him anyways. You're not sure how long you've been in love with him; his sharp eyes, the smell of his cigars, the rings on his hands, but gods above.

You had fallen in love with Crocodile.

In your realization you slowed down. Your legs and lungs burned, you were gasping for air and not just because you had been running.

Has it always been this dark? When did the day leave you behind?

You now stood in some nondescript alley, dimly lit a golden hue by windows that lined it. It was a long alley, each end blocked by canals. How you arrived there you weren't certain. But you weren't alone.

At one end sand had appeared. And from it stepped your dear, awful captain Crocodile. You both stared at each other, both of you panting for breath.

"I didn't want it to be like this." Crocodile's voice cuts through the air to you. You knew you should run. But for some reason you couldn't find the strength.

"I didn't know they would execute you. I imagined they would send you to Impel Down." Crocodile continued to speak. You just stood there and listened as he walked towards you.

As you watched him, there was a strange look on his face. You've seen it before but still didn't know what it meant.

He stopped walking ten feet in front of you. The light was still too dim to see him clearly, but it was fine. You knew his face well enough.

"I won't let the Navy kill you. Not after what the nobles did to you, it feels wrong." You had never told Crocodile what the scar on your back was. It didn't feel like it mattered anymore.

"I think I'll feel better about this if I'm the one who kills you."

You knew this was coming. The second you saw him at the end of the alley. But you agreed with him. If you had to die at someone's hands, you would pick Crocodile over anyone else. Even if it meant he didn't feel the same about you, it didn't matter anymore. You were so tired.

It would be nice to see Roger again.

But then Rayleigh's face flashed in your mind. You still had to pay him a visit. You still had to visit Wano to see Oden. You wanted to see Shanks and Buggy find the One Piece.

You couldn't see Roger just yet.

So, in a sudden scramble, you turned around and ran.

The ground where you had been standing suddenly crumbled. You felt a gasp finally escape your lungs as you realized you almost gave up. But not yet. You had to save your crew too.

Then you finally ran out of luck. The dim light hid a hole in the cobblestones and you fell to the alley ground. You quickly twisted your body just in time to see Crocodile's scythe of sand arc straight towards you.

It hits you right in the chest, and crumbles to dust.

Confused, you run your hands through the sand that has landed on your lap. You're not cut in half - instead you just have sand all over you.

Crocodile change his mind? He was letting you go? Thoughts and heart still racing, you looked up at him.

Oh.

Oh no.

The horror on his face was plain to see - that was supposed to be a killing blow.

But he didn't hurt you.

Your hand jumped to your neck from when he grabbed you earlier. But in retrospect, you had just been shocked by the action, he hadn't harmed you.

Crocodile didn't hurt you.

No.

Crocodile couldn't hurt you.

Because he was your soulmate.

It was the look on his face that hurt you the most. The disgust, anger, horror - this man did not want a soulmate. He did not want you. So why bother sticking around?

You scrambled back to your feet. Even if he couldn't hurt you, the Marines still could.

So, with blurry eyes and a heavy heart, you ran away.

Faintly, you heard a painfully familiar voice call your name, but then all that was left was the wind as you ran.

pt. 2 (if you want, but this might be better as a one shot)

#one piece #sir crocodile #crocodile one piece #crocodile x reader #one piece fanfiction #zirowrites #x reader

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