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scarlettriot · 1 year

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Hide & Seek • To The Ends Of The Earth

Pairing: Kirishima X f!Reader

Warnings: Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI, Vigilanteism, Child Endangerment//Neglect, Mentions of Previous Injuries, Lack of Self Care, Reader Weight is Mentioned (Weight Loss Due To Stress & Environment) A Very Corrupt Commission

Contains: Aged Up characters to late 20s. Reader is a vigilante, Kiri is still a Pro (for the time being). Reader has a quirk. Hurt/Comfort. They share a bed. I don’t care how tall you are, Kiri is bigger than you in this 😂 Kiri calls Reader Sweets as a nickname ((if I missed something, please message me)).

Summary: After an unexpected reunion left you in critical condition, Kiri had to take steps to ensure you’d be okay. Even if he knew you might not agree with them.

Tag List: @meggsngrits • @weebaboobs • @katditca • @silverhairsimp • @bigmooncheeks • @akari180 • @e-b-e

Word Count: 3,803

A/N: I was just really dying to get this next chapter out so here it is. I do plan on updating my other series very, very soon! Again, editing is probably horrible, sorry about that. Happy reading ♥️

• Part One •

There was a rich aroma that tickled your nose, beckoning you from your restless slumber. It felt warm and welcoming, something that you hadn't experienced in quite some time. For a few precious moments, while your eyes were still shut, it didn’t even register that there was no way you should be smelling fresh coffee in the rundown, one-room unit you’d been renting above the shady bonds shop for the last two months.

You sat straight up in a bed that was certainly not your own but vaguely familiar. Your wide eyes scanned the room for danger. When they landed on the young woman sitting in the corner of the room, legs tucked under her with a book in her lap, silvery blue hair pulled back, and the previous night started coming back to you.

“Y/N!” Eri’s voice was soft as usual, and she was already standing, going right for the door.

“Eri, wait, please! Who… who’s all out there?” You kept your voice quiet. There was a window you could easily climb out of. You didn't think Eijiro would've sold you out to the commission, but if they'd found you somehow, you needed to be ready.

“Only Kirishima and my dad, that’s all.” She offered a reassuring smile, “Kirishima’s been really worried, lemme go get him. I’ll be just a second. Please, don’t run away again.”

Guilt tugged at your heartstrings, and you nodded your head. It seemed only fair she got the redhead since you were in his bed, after all. And it really only a few seconds before you heard some chatter flow in from the cracked door followed by heavy footfalls and the door flung open.

He stood there in the doorway, ruby eyes staring at you almost in disbelief.

“Hey…”

“Hey?” He parroted, “You vanish for over two months, and all you can say is, ‘hey’!”

“Umm, hello?” You tried, thinking that might be better, but he only shook his head.

“You’re unbelievable,” He mumbled and crossed to the side of the bed, wrapping his arms around you in an instant, “‘M so glad you’re okay. If I knew it was you on the roof, I never woulda–”

You held him right back, “You couldn’t have known, Eiji. It’s alright.”

It'd been months since he'd held you like this. One hand cradling the back of your head and the other locked securely around your back. You weren't sure if you'd ever get to experience another one.

So now you smooshed your face into the crook of his neck, taking in the lingering scent of spice and sweet amber that made up his body wash while your fingers clung to the back of his cotton shirt. “And, I guess I did attack you first.”

“Guess you did. Gonna tell me why?”

You bit down on your cheek, not wanting to say a word. If the commission had any suspicion he knew where you were or what you were doing, then he’d be held accountable too, and that was the last thing you wanted.

“Sweets,” The nickname just made you hold him tighter. “I’m not gonna stop. You can keep runnin’, but I won’t quit looking for you. I won’t stop until you can come home.” His voice was so soft and gentle, but you knew he wasn't exaggerating, that he meant every word. Eijiro would never give up on any of his friends, even if they left of their own volition. “Just tell me what you're trying to do, lemme help.”

“You can’t help–”

He carefully pulled you from your hiding place and angled your head so you had to look at him. “That’s not for you to decide. Please, tell me what you’re up to.”

“Yeah,” the voice came from the doorway, and the two of you broke apart, “tell us.”

Aizawa stood, leaning against the wooden frame with Eri peeking around him.

To your knowledge, the man knew nothing about what your team had uncovered that day, why you left, or what had transpired up on the warehouse roof. “How much do they know?” You quietly asked Eijiro.

“Enough. I couldn’t take you to a hospital, and you were bleeding in my arms a lot. I had to do something.”

“And I already know you’re wanted by the commission for questioning. They’re not being forthcoming about the why so when he called saying you were in bad shape, we rushed over.”

“I had to explain the injuries and how you got them so Eri could properly heal you. Told ‘em you’ve been gone for a few months, but I don’t know much else…”

“You were severely dehydrated, and ya look like you haven’t had a good meal in weeks. I’m willing to bet that’s why you took the hit as hard as you did.” Aizawa took a seat in the chair Eri had occupied earlier. “We got some fluids in you, and Eri managed to reverse what damage Kirishima had done completely. But, you need to stay down for at least another day or two, recover from her quirk.”

It sucked to admit, but you already knew what he was talking about. This short conversation already had you feeling far more drained than normal.

“I have a place I’ve been stayin’. I’ll head back there and take it easy.”

“Hell no! You’re staying put!”

Your protest didn’t even make it past your lips before Aizawa was speaking again. “Is there someone at this place you’re staying that can keep an eye on you? Help you, if necessary? Someone, you trust?”

There wasn’t, not a single person. You barely spoke to anyone since you left, and you definitely hadn’t made any new friends along the way. “Right, so you're gonna stay here so Kirishima can look after you. Now, tell me what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.”

You would’ve begun speaking but with Eri right in the room, you hesitated. You couldn't stand the idea of bringing up any painful memories for the sweet girl. Aizawa picked up on how your eyes shifted uncomfortably and sent his adopted daughter out to the living room so the three of you could speak freely.

“Help yourself to anything in the kitchen!” Eijiro called after her, “TV remote’s on the coffee table!”

After a muted, ‘thank you’, came through, Aizawa refocused the conversation. “Kirishima started telling me about the mission that made you leave. Said all the subjects were children,” Both of you nodded your heads solemnly, “And when you rescued them…”

“The commission insisted we return them to the facility we broke ‘em out of,” Eijiro explained.

Aizawa’s fists tightened on the arms of the chair, but his voice remained steady. “And you did, so why the hell is there a hunt for you then?”

“‘Cause she promptly told the commission to go fuck themselves.”

You elbowed Eijiro in the ribs. “I wouldn’t sign their NDA and didn’t accept their hush money.”

“And she up and vanished without a word.”

The man closed his tired eyes and let out a long breath of air like he was trying to organize his own thoughts. “So, what information do you actually have? What part is the commission playing in this? Who else is involved?”

You needed a minute before you could answer him. The rapid fire of questions put in perspective how little you really had despite the weeks of searching. “I– I don’t have much. But, I know where we returned the children to is vacant now. There wasn’t any sign that anyone was even there, certainly not a whole facility like we saw. Definitely a professional cleanup job. I also remembered a few of the people we fought during the original mission, and, well, they evaded capture but I tracked them down. I’ve got routes they take and license plate numbers, and I think I know where they moved the children to. I just don’t have a single thing to tie the commission to it all, so I don’t even know what part they’re playing in this. All I know is they’re using children as bait! Kids! Letting them be test subjects in the meantime and not caring about any of it!”

Your chest was heaving, and you had that familiar tingling at the bridge of your nose warning you angry tears were about to build up. The only thing that prevented them from spilling over was Eijiro casually slipping his hand in yours, letting his fingers fill the spaces between yours, and squeezing tight, letting you know you’re not alone in your rage.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think the commission is solely behind it,” Eijiro chimed in, “They told us the reason the kids had to be returned was that there was a bigger operation at play. Someone more important they needed to apprehend. They just wouldn’t tell us who or let us work on the actual assignment. We also can’t figure out who has been assigned to work it, though, not for a lack of trying.” He went on to explain how Jiro and Bakugo both have tried breaking into secure servers to access information, but they just can’t do it without it being traced back to them. “There’s way more going on than they’re letting us know about.”

You looked up at him. “Wait, everyone is working on this?”

“Well, technically, they’re working your disappearance. We just figured the best way to do that was to learn more about what happened to the kids. Helping them helps get you back. ”

“But… if you guys get caught–”

“We don’t give a damn!” Eijiro stated bluntly. “We know the risks. We’ve all decided to remain at the agency and work as covertly as possible until we could find something that led us to you. Plus, you are actively wanted! Technically, we’re just doing our jobs!”

Your head felt like it was spinning. This was exactly what you were trying to avoid. You didn’t want them to have to sneak around and put their futures and careers on the line. Now that you were back, if you were found at Eijiro’s place, he’d be in so much trouble– if the commission learned Aizawa knew and Eri helped you, then they’d also–

“I think this is enough for one day.” Aizawa spoke up, pulling you out of your turbulent thoughts, “Y/N needs to rest for the next few days, so I’ll look into things on my end. See if there’s any information I can access that you guys can’t. In the meantime, is there anything you need from the room you were renting?”

A change of clothes probably would’ve been beneficial, not that you minded being drowned in one of Eijiro’s hoodies.

“I’ve got extra toothbrushes and shower stuff here…” Eijiro told you, and you nodded along.

“Just a change of clothes then, please. And I’ve been keeping everything I’ve found on a thumb drive. The overhead light in the room is busted. I keep the drive inside the lightbulb. Oh, there’s also a laptop I was using. That’s in the bottom right drawer of the dresser.”

He nodded his head, making a mental note of everything while jotting down the address you gave him.

“Alright then, Eri and I will head over there later and then swing back here to drop things off tonight. Eijiro, I suggest you try and stick to as normal of a schedule as possible.” He stood up and stretched his back. “Don’t give the commission any reason to suspect something. Call if you need anything at all.”

The both of you agreed quickly, and he sent Eri in to say goodbye, promising to see you soon.

Eijiro saw them off. You heard his side door close as you laid back down in his bed and squeezed your eyes shut, doing everything you could not think about all the people you've managed to involve.

He was still processing the fact that you were back, that you were okay, for the most part. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the toll these last few weeks had to have put on you. Of course, he could see it in your heavy eyelids, your cheeks also weren’t as full as he was used to seeing, and he noticed a few healing injuries when his hoodie would slip off your shoulder.

He wanted to ask you about all of it. Find out what you’d learned, where you’d been, but he knew now wasn’t the right time to ask those questions.

After Aizawa and Eri took their leave, you curled up in his bed. Your back was towards the door, the blanket tucked under your arm, and he was going to just shut the door and let you sleep when he saw your shoulder tremble and watched you curl in on yourself. All of this finally becoming too much for you to keep in.

Quietly he walked into the room and sat on the side of the bed again. He rested his hand on your shoulder, and when you didn’t move away from the contact, he brushed his thumb and forth while searching for something he could say to make this better, help make it all make sense. But, your hand curled around his wrist and lightly tugged.

“You want me to lay down?” You nodded, and he easily slipped into the ritual you two reserved for particularly stressful days. “How’d ya want me, sweets?”

“Can you be little spoon this time?”

“You got it.”

He slid under the blankets to make things easier and laid on his side while you turned around. Your arm slid over his torso, and fingers gripped the front of his shirt right over his heart while your face burrowed between his shoulder blades. He just smiled and covered your hand with his own, happy to have you clinging to him as much as you wanted.

“Comfy?” He asked and felt your foot trying to wiggle between his legs. When he let your limbs tangle with his, he felt the quietest, mmhm, reverberate against his back and smiled, “Good.”

Time trickled by and, for a while, you didn't speak. He thought you might've even fallen asleep. "Missed you, Ei. A lot."

He wondered if you felt the way his heart suddenly started beating in overdrive. But, before he could make any declarations or say anything at all, he heard your quiet little snores and just smiled. He'd consider it the highest form of flattery that you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep with him like this.

Sleep hadn't been easy for him to come by these last several weeks either but with you wrapped around him, his eyelids felt like they had weights drawing them downward. So, he kissed the back of your hand, mumbling back just how much he missed you too, and then he seized the opportunity for sleep as well.

Eijiro couldn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly. When he didn’t spend half the night tossing and turning. It’d been months. And he knew the only reason he was resting so peacefully now was thanks to you being in bed, snuggled up right by his side.

He would’ve slept the rest of the day away, letting you nap as long as you need to, if only the loud banging on his front door hadn’t woken you up.

You scrambled up from the bed, nearly tripping in the process, and looked ready to bolt out the nearest window. “Sweet, go in the bathroom, lock the door. Got it?” You nodded your head, and he waited until the lock clicked into place before straightening out his shirt and heading for the door as a fist pounded out another series of harsh knocks.

He couldn’t have been sure who would be on the other side. Aizawa was never this loud, and he wasn’t expecting anyone else. His heart started to speed up even as he told himself to remain calm. If someone somehow figured out you were here, they would have to go through him if they wanted you.

Eijiro pulled open the door and breathed a sigh of relief even as his best friend barked, “She's here, isn't she?”

“Excuse me?” Eijiro looked at him with a quirked brow.

“You're not this dumb, hair for brains!” Katsuki shoved him aside and went into the house. “You found her, didn’t you?”

“Katsuki, I really don’t know what you’re talking about—“

“Save it! You haven’t taken one fucking day off since the day Y/N left. And then you called off t’day, bright and early! Ya don't look sick!”

“I just wanted a day off, man!” He was barely able to keep up with how fast Katsuki was talking.

“Hah, sure, the same day that we get sent out to investigate a suspicious report in the warehouse district. The same district that earphones told me she told you about yesterday! And what do we find when we get there? Blood and a giant sliced hole in the fence!”

“Well, that sure doesn’t sound good—“

“The blood was hers! We had it tested! She broke in, and she’s hurt, and I’m damn sure you know something about it!”

Katsuki’s finger jabbed Eijiro right in the center of his chest.

“You were always really good at figuring things out, weren’t you, Kat?”

Both men snapped their heads to the hallway, looking right at you. Eijiro was willing to continue playing to fool. He’d lie if it meant providing you peace of mind, even if it was to his best friend. But he was so glad he didn’t actually have to.

“‘Course, I am.” He chuckled and walked right up to you. Enveloping you in a warm hug. “Smarter than those commission bastards. We took care of the evidence, by the way. Well, your blood, at least.”

“What’s that mean?”

He let you go and shrugged. I was patrolling with Pinky when we found it. Grabbed a small sample for ourselves. And then, well, Pinky swore she saw some suspicious activity on the ground. To get down there fast enough, she had to use her quirk and happened to destroy the blood splatter in the process… you know how she can go kinda wild with the acid sometimes.”

Eijiro laughed and shook his head, but he saw that look of worry in your eyes again. “Hey… I’m sure if it wasn’t your blood, they would’ve turned it over. Right?”

“Duh.”

But that look of concern remained. He knew how this would look to you. Between him keeping you hidden, people needing to come heal you, and your friends destroying and withholding evidence, he knew you had to be putting the blame on yourself. And the way you wrapped your arms around yourself just confirmed his theory.

“Hey, I got an idea,” As he walked over to you, he turned his head towards Katsuki, “You can hang around for a bit, yeah?” Katsuki nodded his blonde head, and then Eijiro rested his hands on your shoulders. “Perfect. So, why don’t Kat and I make up some dinner and you can take a bath or a shower? Might take away some of the aches and pains…”

“Works for me. Looks like you’ve barely been eatin’ anyway!” He was already shrugging his jacket off and heading into the kitchen.

Eijiro led you back to his room and right into the ensuite, flicking on the light. “Bath or shower?”

“Shower sounds good.”

He nodded and slid the glass door open to turn the water on, and made sure to point out where the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash could be found while hanging up a fresh towel for you on the rack right beside his. “I know they won’t be back with your clothes yet, but I’ll set some out on my dresser for you.”

He was getting ready to close the door and give you your privacy, “Hey, Eiji,” He stopped, and his eyes met yours, “Thank you. For everything.”

“You never gotta thank me, sweets. ‘M just happy you’re back.”

There was a small smile on your face just as the door shut, one that brought a little shine back into your pretty eyes. He was in love with that smile and the light in your eyes. And he was gonna do everything in his power to make sure nothing dimmed it ever again.

By the time Eijiro got back out to the kitchen, Katsuki already had a plethora of ingredients strewn about the countertop, each of which required to make your favorite meal. He took a break, though, when Eijiro began washing his hands to help, leaning against the opposite counter and scrutinizing his best friend.

“So, you found her.”

“Technically, she found me. Tried choking me out on that roof.”

Katsuki nodded. “And her blood?”

“My fault. She jumped me from behind– we didn’t realize who the other was until it was all too late.”

“So, how’s she walkin’ and talkin’ right now? Ei… there was a lot of blood.”

Eijiro put himself to work, washing off some vegetables to keep busy, and told Katsuki everything that happened since the two of you had been reunited.

“We tellin’ anyone else she’s–”

“NO!” He cut him off before the question was even finished. “She’s terrified of putting anyone else at risk. Hells, I’m surprised she came out here to let you know.”

Katsuki just laughed and got back to work. “Didn’t need her t’fuckin’ tell me she was here. You’re shit at lying. Always have been. Would’ve figured it out soon enough.”

“Not from me, you wouldn’t.”

A blonde brow was raised at the remark. “You sayin’ you would’ve kept on lying to me?”

Eijiro didn’t hesitate. He looked the man he considered to be his best friend dead in the eye, “If it meant keepin’ her and everyone else safe, that includes your ass, your damn right I would’ve.”

Katsuki wasn’t mad. He didn’t look it, nor did he say anything to indicate he was. In fact, he grinned like he already knew the answer to his next question. “And if she leaves again?”

The water turned off. “Then I’ll follow wherever she goes.”

“Because you’re in love with her?”

He sucked in a deep breath, “Because I’m in love with her.”

#Read the Warnings #mha #bnha #mha fan fic #bnha fan fic #kirishima #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima angst #kirishima hurt comfort #kirishima fanfic #scar's writing again 📕#best red rock shark ♥️🦈

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phoenixiancrystallist · 5 months

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Anyone remember this WIPpet? It got scrapped with the last attempt at the self-insert shenanigans, but I liked it so much I wanted to keep it. Thankfully, I found a way to rework it into the new version :) Plus some fun digs at myself because I am very much not a combatant and yet I'm throwing my SI into combat, lol

765 words of me-the-author having fun under the cut :D

"It's a good thing she had Knell to hold her together," Cuff said, caught somewhere between sneer and laughter. "She could never have survived long enough to get to Cipal otherwise."

"Should we step in?" Frey asked, trying not to wince when the zombie swiped Bobbi across the face with its claws.

"Are you joking? This is prime entertainment!"

"You don't think this is any funnier than I do," Frey retorted, and grabbed Bobbi's bow and quiver. She stayed crouched, torn between letting Bobbi prove herself, and not wanting to watch her new friend get torn apart by zombies.

"It's like watching a puppy tumble down a flight of stairs. Repeatedly." The delight in Cuff's voice made Frey grind her teeth. Asshole.

It didn't get better the longer they watched, either. At least Bobbi had the sense to lure the one zombie away from the group so she didn't pull aggro on the whole horde. And she got a little more confident over time. Still missed more often than she hit, and the few hits she did get in were paper cuts at best.

"Do you know what I find fascinating?" Cuff asked a few minutes after Frey settled down cross-legged on the edge of the bluff to watch.

"Hm?" Frey asked, only about halfway paying attention to him.

"Knell."

If Frey was a cat her ears would've perked up. "What about her?"

"She is in full control of that bond. There's nothing at all stopping her from stepping in."

Frey grit her teeth, thoughts running around in her head and colliding with each other. "Kinda glad she doesn't, though."

"You're not scared, are you? Not the mighty Tanta Frey?"

"Shouldn't I be? She's another Rheddig weapon. Like you."

"Oh, no, nothing like me," Cuff scoffed. "Nowhere near as powerful, for one thing. Considerably freer, for another. Your new friend is in over her head, and I don't think she knows it yet."

Bobbi slipped and fell on her ass trying to dodge the zombie. Happy accident that it worked; the zombie bowled right past her, and Bobbi scrambled to her feet again.

"...I meant in regards to Knell," Cuff clarified, almost sheepish.

"What do you mean she's in over her head?" Frey asked, ignoring that last comment. She'd figured as much.

"Knell is in full control of their bond," Cuff repeated, back on solid ground and sure of his words. "She wasn't cursed into that form like I was. She took it willingly. I've no idea why, of course, but I do find it very odd."

"How can you tell?"

"When you're as old as I am, Frey, you learn how to read and understand the power of those around you," Cuff said, affecting a wise and venerable air. Frey snorted.

"You're only four years older than me," she reminded him.

"You go ahead and keep believing that." He had that smug tone that made her want to punch him again. "But I'm quite serious, I can tell by the way Knell has bound herself to your new friend that she is the one who set it. Not Bobbi, not a third party. It's quite similar to how I bound myself to you back in Newark."

"New York," Frey corrected, absently. Mostly on reflex at this point. "But weren't you already cursed by the other Tantas?"

"I was. That's why I said it's similar. I was cursed into that vambrace form, yes, but I chose to bind myself to you, Frey. Just as our Rheddig friend has chosen to bind herself to Bobbi."

Interesting. Frey put that information away for later.

"What's that got to do with..." She gestured to the pantomime of a fight happening below her.

"Simply that I'm surprised Knell does nothing to protect her bearer. She certainly could with no ill-effect to Bobbi. Either how I protect you or by revealing her true form. I wonder why she doesn't."

"Huh." Frey clicked her tongue, now wondering the same thing. "Maybe—"

The zombie raked its claws down Bobbi's back, and Frey spotted a glimmer of light reflected off of something too small to see clearly from where she sat. Bobbi turned, a cry of pain filtered through gritted teeth, and the tip of her sword passed through that glimmer.

Silver wire erupted from the contact point, pierced through the zombie and shredded it to ribbons that disintegrated on the wind.

"Oh," Frey and Cuff said at the same time. Bobbi sheathed her sword and shook out her hands, which set Knell jingling enough Frey could hear it.

"...mine's better," Cuff grumbled.

#WIPpets (WIP snippets)#self-insert shenanigans #Forspoken #Forspoken fanfic #Forspoken oc #Forspoken self insert #self insert #scraps documents and folders my beloveds 💜#highly recommend anyone who writes to just cut and paste scenes that don't work into a separate document #that way if you find use for them later they're already typed out and all you need to do is glue them back in :D #also fun fact: Knell's counter is single-target whereas Cuff's is AOE #so IMO his *is* better lol

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jedipoodoo · 1 year

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REQUESTS YOU SAY????

Okay so what about one where Wrecker wakes up from a nightmare and Omega is there to comfort him? Or maybe a female reader? It's up to you. I BOW TO YOUR FABULOUS WRITING SKILLS!

RIP twinky's bloggo, you will be missed. 😭😭😭😭

Notes: Nightmares, brother and sister bonding, order 66 and chips

Little Warrior (Wrecker and Omega)

Wrecker sighed, cracking his back as he stared up at the ceiling. Hunter hated it when he did that, but Hunter was asleep right now so who cared what he thought?

He carefully made his way to the kitchenette. Ninety-Nine always snuck them hot chocolate when they had a bad training day on Kamino, and he could use a pick-me up. Much to his surprise, someone was already there.

"Omega?" He rubbed his eyes as he yawned, convinced that he was still sleeping. Omega was standing on her tiptoes to reach the dial on the stove, stretching around a pot of milk that was already poured.

"Hi Wrecker!" She whispered loudly, grinning nervously at him.

Wrecker finished his yawn, "What're you doing up, ad'ika?" He asked, sleep painting his voice to sound sterner than he meant.

Omega hid her face behind her arm, "I wanted some hot chocolate."

Wrecker was pleasantly surprised that they were both after the same thing. "Is there enough for me?" He asked. Omega grinned up at him.

"There should be!"

Wrecker reached over Omega, turning the heat on low so that the milk wouldn't burn. He took the plastic spoon, stirring slowly to let the milk heat evenly. The chocolate powder was too high for Omega to reach without standing on top of Gonky, so Wrecker got it down for her. As he carefully stirred, Omega poured the powder into the pot, letting it mix smoothly into liquid gold.

"I never understand why Cid doesn't sell hot chocolate at the parlor. It's so much better than all that other stuff."

"Yeah, it is," Wrecker agreed. then he paused.

"How do you know what the drinks at the parlor taste like?" He asked suspiciously. They would've caught her drinking any alcohol, wouldn't they? Hunter would have smelled it, Tech would've noticed her symptoms, and Echo would have been on her like a hawk-bat if Omega so much read the label on the bottle.

Admittedly, Wrecker kicked himself mentally, maybe he hadn't been paying enough attention that she may have snuck something while he wasn't looking.

Omega squinted up at Wrecker, asking him if he were serious.

"All of you complain about how bad her drinks are all the time. Plus, if I can't have any of it, how good can it be?"

Wrecker laughed to cover his sigh of relief. Disaster averted.

Once the milk was hot enough, Wrecker poured the hot chocolate into a couple of tin mugs and turned off the heat.

Omega cupped the mug in her hands and inhaled deeply. They made their way into the cockpit to sit and drink their treat in peace.

Wrecker took a long sip, letting the heat sink into his sore muscles, and leaning back in his chair with a creak.

"Alright, out with it. What're you really doing up, kid?" He asked.

Omega looked down at her hot chocolate as if she were looking for her reflection.

"I heard you having a nightmare." She spoke so quietly, Wrecker's hearing wouldn't have picked it up if he weren't trying to be quiet himself.

"I-I made you some hot chocolate because you always want hot chocolate when you have a nightmare and I wanted you to feel better."

"Oh," He said softly, setting his mug aside, "I'm sorry I woke you up, kid. I'm okay now, aren't I?" He held out his arms, letting Omega see that he was injury-free.

Omega looked up at him, and her bottom lip trembled. She hardly had a chance to put down the mug before she threw herself into Wrecker's arms.

"Oh, hey! What's this?" Wrecker chuckled softly, "Who had the nightmare here, you or me?"

Omega wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. Wrecker could feel the jolt of cold where her button of a nose pressed against the tendons of his neck. Despite his surprise, he held her tightly.

"I-I don't want you to-to have nightmares," Omega said, voice trembling.

"Hey," Wrecker crooned, gently taking her face in his hands. He used his fingers to brush away her tears, "I'm alright, kid, promise. I don't even remember what I dreamed about."

He settled Omega on his knee, grabbing her cup to let her finish off her drink.

The hot chocolate seemed to sooth her trembling shoulders, and Wrecker took a sip of his own drink.

"I'm sorry, ad'ika. I didn't mean to scare ya-"

"You were dreaming about the chips again."

Wrecker felt more than heard the deafening beat of his heart in the painful silence that ensued.

"What...what do you mean again?" He asked.

Omega nodded, her head moving against his chest. Wrecker wondered why she didn't just shove him away or cower in fear. His brief stint under the influence of the inhibitor chip was the worst of his memories, but it was just as traumatizing for Omega as it had been for him.

"You've had it three times, by my count. I don't know if the others know. You'll talk in your sleep, telling yourself to follow orders, and then you'll try and stop yourself, but it doesn't work and...and then you wake up."

So now Wrecker had a name to put to the faceless dread that hung over him every time he woke up in the middle of the night unable to remember what he'd dreamed. What if this became more than a dream? What if he started sleepwalking? Started hurting his brothers, or force forbid, Omega? The chip was out now, Wrecker had complete control over his body, but that didn't mean being stripped of his autonomy wasn't something he feared.

But he knew better than to worry about that happening, particularly while his little sister was trembling in his arms.

"Hey Omega, it's okay. It's just a dream. We're alright now. No chips, no Empire to boss us around."

Omega looked up at Wrecker. Her brown eyes, twin to his one good one, were big and round, looking up at him with all the admiration and trust the galaxy could hold.

"Besides, how could I let a nightmare get the best of me when I've got you around?" He tapped her nose, earning a giggle in respones.

"Me? what do I do?" Omega laughed nervously.

"Well, you protect me from my nightmares, of course! Just look at what you did for me tonight!" Wrecker clinked his cup against Omega's, drinking in toast to her.

Omega shyly hid behind her mug, "I'm glad I could help, Wrecker."

Wrecker kissed the top of her head. Her hot chocolate was almost gone, and her head was getting heavier against his chest.

"Yeah, you were a big help tonight, verd'ika. But you've got to get some sleep too, okay?" He ruffled her hair.

Omega tried and failed to hide a yawn, her arms stretching of their own volition.

"Can I sleep in your bunk tonight? just to make sure you don't have any more nightmares?"

Echo would say no. But Echo wasn't there right now. So Wrecker rinsed out both their mugs and the pot and left them in the sink to clean with breakfast, and carried Omega to his bunk, but not before grabbing Lula from the gunner's nest. He waited until Omega was settled with her back to the wall before climbing in after her, careful not to trap any of her skinny limbs. He pulled up the blanket, making sure Omega got plenty of fabric.

"Thanks for helping me with my dreams, 'Mega," Wrecker said. She was almost asleep, but Omega nodded in her sleep, letting herself curl into Wrecker's arms.

With her help, he didn't have any nightmares for the rest of the night.

#lizart writes #the bad batch #no spoilers for season two #wrecker #tbb wrecker #the bad batch wrecker #bad batch wrecker #tbb omega #the bad batch omega #bad batch omega #nightmares #order 66

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V8 salt shake: y'know that bit where the writers had Yang compare her prosthetic to Penny's whole (admittedly virus-janked) chassis and called the latter "just...extra"? I can't say that really landed. Way too much orange-and-apple-with-a-worm context difference. Though I guess it's just as well Pietro didn't hook her up with a Smart Arm(C) requiring CCT service or something.

Never been the biggest fan of that line or the way it opened up a big ol' can of worms regarding ableism on the part of both the fandom and the writers, especially considering the comments the writers made about Ironwood's newest prosthetic representing the loss of his humanity. While I have personally always interpreted that as referring to Ironwood's willingness to amputate his arm out of convenience, because he cannot step away from the fight for even a moment or allow himself to be vulnerable, to heal, and thus instead must discard a part of himself because it's easier than letting himself be weak, I can certainly see why some people drew the "the writers think prosthetics = evil" conclusion instead and can also understand why people with similar disabilities might be hurt by the implications, intended or not.

Speaking of disabilities, I really think Volume 7 missed a huge opportunity by not giving us a conversation between Yang and Ironwood about living with prosthetics (fwiw I really think the Atlas story arc needed another Volume of runtime and that Volume 8 should've been Volume 9, but alas). I feel like that could've done a lot of character work for both of them. For Yang, that connection adds another dimension to her objections to lying to Ironwood. We already know that Yang doesn't like lies in general, and that's good enough for the role she plays in Volume 7, but it could have been so much more powerful if we'd had the chance to see, explicitly, on screen, a connection between them, a way for Yang to relate to Ironwood. It had the potential for some delicious conflict both for Yang personally as she struggles to reconcile her trust in Ruby and her teammates with her empathy for someone who had also lost a part of themselves in battle and between Team RWBY as Yang argues against hiding the truth. Hell, it would've been a great way to build on the development the Bees got when they decided not to arrest Robyn. We could have expanded on that scene to get a deep, heartfelt conversation between Yang and Blake and used it as a vehicle to bring them to the realization that they need to talk out a lot of their other issues, too. Hell, we could've gone another direction and played it for drama between them, because both of them are insecure in their current relationship and could reasonably be afraid to assert themselves out of fear of provoking a negative reaction from the other one (Yang is afraid that Blake will run, that she will drive her away, while Adam spent years crushing Blake's spirit and manipulating and gaslighting her when she dared to disagree with him).

As for Ironwood, half of Volume 7 is spent humanizing him, at least partly to set up his eventual fall, and having him develop a bond with Yang would've been a good way to give him more of a personal connection with the protagonists. As it is, Oscar and Qrow are the only members of the group that arrived from Argus who really have a personal bond with Ironwood (the others get along with him fine, but I wouldn't really call them friends). Ironwood's fall already hurts, is already a tragedy, but it would have hurt so much more if Ironwood had looked Yang in the eye and told her that he's running away from Salem after they'd had a touching conversation where they'd both bonded over the price they paid to protect the people they cared about, agreed that it was worth it, and resolved to continue fighting even after being wounded. Imagine if instead of just saying Huntsmen and Huntresses can't back down from a fight, Yang brought up that conversation, reminded Ironwood how they swore they'd keep fighting to make their sacrifices worth it or something along those lines, and then made the choice to stand with her team against someone she felt a kinship with that those teammates can't share. It would have been such a powerful moment for both of them.

To be clear, Ironwood's fall is a tragedy. He came so close to being good, to becoming the hero he saw himself as and so desperately wanted to be when he finally allowed himself to work with others, when he worked with Robyn, learned that Salem was immortal, and chose to fight for Mantle anyway. He was almost there... and then Cinder stomped on his trauma button and Salem took a sledgehammer to what was left when Cinder was done.

I don't think Ironwood was always doomed to be a villain the way some say. I think many of the traits that led to his fall were there since his first appearance, and those that weren't made themselves manifest far enough in advance that we can understand how they contributed to his ultimate descent into villainy, but I don't think it was always impossible for him to be a hero, and I don't think the narrative suggests that it was. Tyrian brings up the possibility of Ironwood reaching out to Vacuo as a genuine threat to the villains' plans, and the narrative places a lot of emphasis on Ironwood wanting Ozpin back during Volume 7. On top of that, Miles said on one of the crew commentaries that if Ironwood had allowed himself to be vulnerable more often, things could have gone differently between him and Ruby's group. Taken together, all of that suggests to me both that Ozpin could have gotten through to Ironwood if he'd been around and in the right frame of mind and that Ironwood genuinely could have been good if Cinder hadn't done exactly what she's supposed to do as a villain and made things worse on purpose.

I'm not blaming Ozpin for anything here, by the way. I don't consider Ironwood's fall his fault. I just think that if he'd been present, he might have been able to talk Ironwood down or keep him from getting to the point where he's willing to abandon an entire city. Unfortunately, everyone got hit by a shitstorm of terrible circumstances and bad luck and the Kingdom of Atlas ended up paying the price.

Anyway, to address the ask more directly, yeah, I don't think the comparison landed particularly well. Given that Penny is literally a robot, calling her mechanical parts "just extra" hits different from referring to a prosthetic that way even if you don't feel like there are unfortunate implications related to Yang's stated view of her arm. Yang benefits from her prosthetic, but does not require it to function. Penny would have straight up died without Ambrosius making her a new body. It's not the same thing. Penny's body wasn't "just extra".

As for the Smart Arm thing, I am very glad nobody in Atlas decided to embed some bit of malicious code in that thing or something, although certain members of rwbycritics seem to feel that it would've been funny if they had, because disabled people don't deserve bodily autonomy and Yang didn't "earn" her arm a thousand times over already (not that she needs to, disabled people don't need to earn the right to the aids they need to function, but Yang specifically has been fighting on the front lines for months, is my point). Apparently, she only deserves the arm as long as she's "properly grateful" to Ironwood, whatever the fuck that means, and disabling it when she defied him would've been both the height of comedy and not in any way harmful or offensive to disabled people.

In grudging fairness to that dogshit subreddit, most of the responses were along the lines of "what the fuck, dude?" but enough people agreed with that horrible take to make me go "what the fuck, dude?" for an entirely different reason.

I'll get to the other asks in my box eventually, I promise. I have responses planned for most of them, but I'm also working 50 hours a week for probably the next several months and also planning a move over the next week, so I can't give any kind of useful timeline here. I know I may act like I have 2 brain cells at most on this website, but I'm not dumb enough to put an internet blog over my physical and mental health and real-life responsibilities.

#rwby #analysis #yang xiao long #james ironwood #penny polendina #ozpin

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Brewster went on to criticize the network for trying to paint the decision as either financial or creative in nature. Instead, she posited that her firing was rooted in a culture of sexism: "I was so soured by the experience of being fired for no reason. Because it wasn't budget cuts. The person they had hired to replace us got paid twice what we got paid! It's a network that's not particularly kind to women. That's why a lot of women leave those procedurals. Or are fired. It's tough."

The decision was difficult for Brewster, who said, "I was heartbroken. I was so happy there. I loved everyone there, and it was easily one of the most hurtful things that's ever happened, to be fired because they wanted 'new women.'"

Apparently, she wasn't the only person devastated by the decision. She revealed, "Our showrunner quit after that, he was so pissed off. He felt that he couldn't run his show after we were let go."

I wanted to wait until I see more (maybe until I finish s6), but, frankly, it makes me quite mad. So they fired AJ Cook at the very beginning of s6 without letting her finish JJ's arc (it was SO sudden), then Paget was let go and, apparently, Emily's arc is just as wild, "gone rogue". No matter what CBS' reason was, that was such a shitty thing to do. I would've understood Seaver for ONE episode, 6x10. But when in 6x11 I realized she kind of looks like JJ and supposed to be a regular, with continuation of sacking Emily/Paget, it infuriated me. New women??? They should've kept both JJ and Emily, it was working just FINE. Adding Seaver in the middle of s6 doesn't make any sense: not financially for the show, not for the plot, not for the fans (when you have an established team that people already love, what is the point of sacking them and adding an unknown member that people have to get used to and that still will be let go at the end of the same season?).

What the hell was happening in s6? Aaron is absent at times (he is the heart of the show for me), Morgan is pushed forward and makes decisions on his own (???? but then is threatened to get sacked), we barely see Reid (and when we do, he isn't exactly working on the case or helping the team like it was before, not to mention that he is NEVER out in the field and with a gun in his hands). But then we see Penelope twice as much (and I can't say I enjoy it, she took on JJ's work that doesn't suit her, and they push Morcia so hard that it makes me go ???? Either make them canon or calm the fuck down and stop forcing them on the audience). The only thing I can't complain is the increased amount of Aaron and David's interactions that truly show how deep their bond is.

I can't say for the rest of the episodes, but with future firing of Moore and Gibson (Aaron is the core of the show, what the HELL), it makes me want to say that it's a hot fucking mess. At least there is such a visible shift in the middle of s6 that kind of discourages me from watching further or enjoying it as much as I did before that shift. I miss JJ & I dislike Seaver. I hope to finish the show but, even watching blindly, I see 'behind the scenes' things that slow me down.

P.S.: And the way Seaver throws herself at Spencer? Piss off. It was obvious from the beginning, but I hate it nonetheless.

#cm #paget brewster #natiswatching #morcia #ashley seaver #rant

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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 13

Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 13 - Camellias and Chocolate

"C'mon, Okubo, stop with that nonsense…," Himuro mutters, raising his voice to be heard from the living room, while Kaneda prepares the coffee table to receive the snacks and a bored Rihito looks for anything good in the Netflix catalog. "It's as if you're trying to ask our opinion on a dress for the prom..."

"Shut up, Himuro!," They hear Okubo scream, the sound coming out muffled through the locked door. "When I called you to spend the Saturday night at my apartment, it was to help me, not to annoy me!"

"I thought it was to make up for lost time and solidify our bonds of friendship through snacks, alcohol and a 'manly movie'," Kaneda underlines the last words by forming quotation marks with his fingers, placing the bowl full of salted peanuts on top of the coffe table. "At least that was what you said in the group chat..."

“It was all excuses, can't you see? We were deceived, misled, cheated, whatever you call it," Rihito grumbles in an eye roll. "Now we're all trapped in the rom-com limbo. Soon we'll be painting each other's nails, plucking out our eyebrows, making a list of the cutest boys in school and syncing our menstrual cycles."

"You shut up too, Rihito! Now give me your honest opinions...," They hear the bedroom door open, and soon Okubo appears, coming out of the corridor, carrying a bouquet of flowers in each hand. He shows them to his friends, anxious. "Which of these two is the best? Roses or camellias?"

Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda can only stare at him, exasperated. They knew how determined their friend was to regain Tomori's trust, after doing wrong by her. They knew and were willing to help him, their spirits being renewed after Okubo and Rihito had made up and the four of them were again hanging out together. But holy shit, how did he expect them to help him if he wasn't helping himself?

"... Aargh, don't look at me like that! You'll make me feel even more torn!," Okubo flinches before their unimpressed looks. "Just answer me, which one is the best?"

"The best would've been if you hadn't wasted your money. Flowers, Okubo? Are you serious?," Himuro snorts impatiently as he brings a tray with a bottle of sake and four glasses. "Don't you think it's still too soon to start bribering the girl?"

"It's not bribery, damn it! These are guarantees, my guy. Guarantees that I want to be better and that she is the one who motivated me to do so," He declares, raising the bouquet of camellias in the air. "What better way to symbolize this than a bouquet? You've never heard of the language of flowers, have you?"

"Sorry, but I only speak Japanese and a little English. ‘Fagish’ is not in my dictionary," Lihito snorts, dodging when Okubo tries to hit the back of his neck with his foot. Kaneda just shakes his head.

"I've heard about it, but in this case, there is no subtlety in the messages. Roses and camellias? And both red? You wouldn't be more obvious even if you wrote a haiku on a little note and put it inside one of the bouquets..."

"I thought about doing that, but I flunked in Literature during highschool. I'd only embarrass myself if I tried," He confesses nervously, and that brings out a chorus of frustrated groans from the others.

"You're already embarrassing yourself, damn it! Seriously, Okubo, flower bouquets are so fucking cliché," Rihito gestures with the remote control, and Himuro nods.

"Yep. If you are so keen on giving her a gift, you could at least try to be more original."

"More original, you say?," He puts a hand under his chin, bouquet and all, seeming to have grown a very flowery beard. "I already got something like that, but I don't know if it's good enough..."

"You do? What a prepared little boy you are," Rihito jokes. "Show us what you got then. And get a vase for those flowers, otherwise they'll wilt before Miss Uta even lays her eyes on them."

"Alright. Gimme one sec!," Okubo leaves the bouquets on the sofa and runs down the hall, returning to his bedroom. The three of them wait until they hear the door close before turning their attention to the bouquets, grimacing.

"Seriously, how much did he spend on these things?," Rihito wonders, and Himuro and Kaneda pick up a bouquet each, inspecting them.

“There must be a price tag somewhere… fucking hell!," Himuro hisses suddenly, dropping the bouquet as if it were covered in ants. "I found the tag, but I wish I hadn't…"

"Oh, for the love of...! Where did he buy these flowers?," Kaneda wonders, a bit astonished, when he also finds a price tag. "I've seen flower shops that make arrangements like this for a quarter of that price. Maybe not with that quality, but still..."

"Seriously, I know that money is not a problem for him, but this is getting ridiculous," Rihito makes a face at the flowers. "Miss Uta might think he's trying to buy her forgiveness or something. Then all his efforts will go down the drain..."

"Yeah, but try telling him that. If Mr. Big Mouth didn't turn this into a mega production, we could send him to the bughouse 'cause he'd be insane...," Himuro comments, to which Rihito laughs and Kaneda puts a finger on his lips, hissing.

"Shh! He will hear you! Is everything okay there, Okubo?," He looks over his shoulder, raising his voice a little. "Need help finding anything?"

"No, Kaneda, it's fine!," They hear him reply. "I already found what I was looking for. But..."

"But what?"

“I don't know… what I have here falls into the 'original' category, but maybe it's too original…,” He sounded indecisive, to which Rihito snorted.

"Anything's better than flowers, man. Just show us what you have there, c'mon!"

"Alright then...," They hear the bedroom door open again, and it doesn't take long before Okubo appears, coming from the hallway, carrying what looks like a pile of folded clothes. He places the pile on the marble kitchen counter, picking up the top shirt and unfolding it, showing it to his friends and asking, "Do you think this is good enough? Be real."

There's a silence of about five seconds before Rihito stammers, sounding a little horrified, “I take what I said back. Flowers are so much better than this."

"Oh, fuck you! It's not that bad!," Okubo exclaims indignantly, shaking the shirt a little, his own face in black and white scale printed on it, "It's from the exclusive Ultimate Fight fashion line, and they're hella pricey if you buy 'em at licensed stores! I'm giving it to her for free!"

“I don't even know if it would be worth getting something like this for free,” Kaneda moans while Himuro stares at him and Rihito, frowning.

"And you say I'm the narcissist..."

"You guys are such assholes!," Okubo grunts while folding the shirt carelessly, putting it back on top of the pile. "Anyone can give clothes as gifts, but who else besides me can give clothes from their own licensed line, huh? You want more originality than that? And I hand picked them, they're just the right size for her."

"Wait, how do you know her size?," Kaneda frowns, and Okubo looks to the side, looking suddenly conscious of himself.

"Uh… I don't know, I kinda deduced it from seeing the types of clothes she wears. She's small, has curves and a waist that I can hold in my hands, like this...," He illustrates the gesture by drawing curvilinear shapes in the air with his hands, very concentrated. "And she has nice-sized tits too, I've seen it by her cleavage, so I just looked for the sizes that matched my memories and... stop looking at me like that!," He shouts, blushing hard. "I'm a gentleman but I'm not blind!"

"Okay, whatever. It doesn't change the fact that this gift doesn't cut it," Himuro gestures to the pile of shirts. "First of all, it smells of self-centeredness."

"Oh, go take a look in the mirror, gigolo!"

"I look at myself in the mirror every day and I really like what I see. Guess you don't know the feeling."

"You're not going to like it after I bust that pretty face of yours all over, you man-whore!"

"Alright, alright, calm down, you two," Kaneda places himself between them, sighing as he raises his arms. "Don't take this the wrong way, Okubo, but Himuro is right."

"No, he fucking isn't! I like what I see in the mirror, even if it's a little fucked up-"

"I'm not talking about that! He's right that this gift seems self-centered!," He raises his voice. "If you want to give a gift, you should give her something she likes, not something that immediately refers to you."

"But…," That makes Okubo hesitate, his posture changing from angry to uncertain. "I mean, she- she's a fan of mine, so I thought this would be something she'd like…"

"After what happened that Saturday?," Lihito makes a face. "She might make a ball with those shirts and shove it down your throat, man."

Okubo swallows a little, his right hand automatically going to his neck.

“Do you… do you really think so?”

"I'm completely sure. I spent a few hours with her last Sunday, remember? I got out of there with a bump in my head and everything. Listen to the voice of experience," Rihito warns.

"And that's where my second point comes in," Himuro raises an index finger. "She gave you this second chance to prove that you really care about her and are willing to be better for her. If you give a gift that literally has your face on it, you would be implying that you are more concerned about how it affects you. With how you want her trust just because it benefits you in some way. You'd be pushing your luck, man."

Okubo looks at the pile of shirts on the counter. Then he look at friends. And then he groans loudly, grabbing his head in his hands and going to sink onto the smallest sofa in the living room.

"Damn… what do I do then? I don't know how to please her, I don't know what she likes besides martial arts and confectionery, I...," He raises his head a little, shrugging. "I know almost nothing about her. But I still want to do something, and it's not because I want to get on her good side again... okay, that's partly why, but that's not the only reason!," He assures quickly when he sees the expressions of disbelief from the other three. "I really want to get closer, to know more about her… I want to build something that goes beyond those idol-to-fan interactions, I don't know! I'm tired of playing the badass part whenever I'm around her, man! There's a limit on how many cool lines I can say in a single afternoon and I'm almost out of them!"

"Who knew that Okubo Naoya, Ultimate Fight's biggest chatterbox, has a limit for the dexterity of his tongue?," Himuro jokes, and Kaneda laughs softly.

"Yeah, live and learn, as they say… but seriously, if you really want to get closer with her and you think gifts will help with that, it's better to stick with the flowers. It's cliché, but if you don't know her tastes well, it's also the safest option."

"Yeah… and I still have the box of chocolates I bought for that first date," Okubo smiles, a little more hopeful. "They melted a bit, but they're still good to eat. It's real Swiss chocolate, it would be a waste to let it go bad..."

"Another classic cliché, but still safe," Himuro nods. "Just try to be discreet when giving all this to her, so as not to kill the girl with embarrassment…"

"Embarrassment? Flowers and chocolate are mid stuff next to these monstrosities here!," Lihito laughs as he goes to pick up the shirt at the top of the pile, stretching the fabric with a mocking smile. "What was your plan, man? You wanted to get your head between her tits, even if metaphorically? In that case I don't blame you, hahaha!"

"Fuck you, Rihito! And cut tha out, the store won't give refunds if the shirts got damaged! Seriously, bro, give it back!," Okubo jumps up from the sofa to take the shirt from the Rihito's hands, who runs behind the counter with an idiotic laugh.

Himuro and Kaneda just watch the chase while shacking their heads. As silly and childish as those antics were, it was good to have them being a part of their routines again. Okubo and Rihito were on good terms with each other again and their group was still going strong, as it should be.

* * *

On Monday, just before her lunch break, Tomori sees a small commotion through the kitchen pantry window. A few of the customers had huddled together facing one of the windows, whispering to each other, looking agitated. She even hears a woman giggle.

"Kanny?," She calls, without taking her eyes off the scene. "Take a look at that. What do you think is going on?"

Kanami, who had been showing Koga and Ryuki how to brush the crusts of the croissants with beaten eggs, lifts her head to look over the sous chef's shoulder. She frowns.

"I have no idea. Maybe it's one of those street artists who decided to take advantage of the traffic on our sidewalk," She snorts a little. "If he starts to disturb the customers' meals, I'll go there and fix it..."

"Doesn't seem to be a street artist," Koga also peeks, interested. "For these guys to get all excited like that… hey, maybe Seki and the SJPW crew decide to visit again! Surely they would at least recognize him."

"They'd be a lot more excited if that were the case, I think," Ryuki comments, not taking his eyes off his work with the culinary brush. "And sis, I've brushed twice as many croissants as Koga brushed. I think I won again..."

"Hell no! Gimme that roasting pan, you jerk!"

"Shh!," Kanami and Tomori hiss together, fingers in front of their lips, and Koga shuts up, but not before casting a death glare at Ryuki, who had cupped his hand over his mouth, making a low fart noise. The cooks look out the window again.

"Can you hear what they're whispering?," Tomori asks, to which Kanami shakes her head, giving her a reproachful look afterwards.

“No, and we shouldn't try to. You hang out with Hiro so much, you're picking up his bad habits. Get a grip..."

"You say that, but you're here, hanging from the pantry window with me, trying to listen too."

"Can you hear what they're whispering?," Tomori asks, to which Kanami shakes her head, giving her a reproachful look afterwards.

“No, and we shouldn't try to. You hang out with Hiro so much, you're picking up his bad habits. Get a grip..."

"You say that but you're here, hanging from the pantry window with me and perking your ears.”

"I'm the boss, perking my ears up is a must to ensure the bakery's smooth running!"

"Yeah, sure," Tomori nods sarcastically, leaning out of the window a little and hissing, as low as he can manage, "Hey Hiro! Can you see anything from there?"

"Ooh, does that mean I've become the official scout now?," Hiro arches an eyebrow from the cashier area. "You speak horrors about the gossiper, but when you want quality spy services, then you need him, right?"

"You're the one in the best angle to look out the window! Do us this little favor, in the name of the bakery's smooth running...," Tomori pouts a little.

"Alright, alright. What would be of these women without me...," The cashier rolls his eyes before getting up, stretching his neck while looking at the window where some of the customers were still huddled. "Okay, it's hard to see anything, there are too many big-heads for such a little space..."

"Keep it down, the customers will hear you!," Kanami hisses through her teeth while Tomori smothers a chuckle by putting a fist in front of her mouth. Hiro responds, though, by widening his eyes.

“Oh, Sugar Honey Iced Tea…”

"What? What is it?," Tomori and Kanami lean over the edge of the window, eagerly, and from inside Koga's voice can be heard, warning worriedly, "Careful, you two will end up falling from there..."

"Just when I thought things couldn't get any more ridiculous… okay, Tomori, don't freak out now," Hiro finally turns to them, still wide-eyed. "But you have an illustrious visitor, apparently."

"Visitor...? Wait, is it Mr. Okubo?!," Tomori's eyes widen as well when she realizes the implications in his voice. "But he didn't say he would come by, neither by call nor by text..."

"Are you still allowing him to contact you?," Kanami asks, a little disapproving, to which the sous chef pouts.

"I imposed rules and limited the number of messages and at what time they can be sent… but really, why would he cause all this commotion?," She asks herself in an attempt to disguise her reaction, "He's known in the country, but not as much as Seki..."

"It's not him they're interested in, necessarily," Hiro arches an eyebrow. "It's what he's brought. Get ready to be embarrassed, honey."

"Huh?," Tomori blinks, confused. They hear another chorus of giggles as customers turn their heads, following the trajectory of the person on the other side of the glass, who apparently wanted to have his view of the bakery interior unobstructed by onlookers. She finally sees Okubo, looking very embarrassed, trying to hide something from prying eyes... and Tomori feels her stomach do a somersault at the glimpse of a flower bouquet and what looked like a box of chocolates.

"Oh, my god...!" She claps a hand over her mouth, her face flushing and burning. Kanami's jaw drops.

"You gotta be kidding me... what is that idiot doing?!," She hisses, her voice rising a few octaves. "He doesn't think I'm going to let him into the bakery just for that, does he?"

"Who knows how the trains of thought work in that bald head of his...," Hiro blows a strand of his bangs away from his eyes. "I'd find that extremely cute if the situation were different. But since it's not, it smells of manipulation and blackmail..."

"Manipulation and blackmail by whom?," Koga approaches, placing himself between Tomori and Kanami, after hearing the conversation and not being able to resist his curiosity. He then widens his eyes. "Wait, isn’t that Okubo? And he's carrying flowers? He...," The boy blinks. And then he opens an insinuating smile, turning to Tomori while lowering and raising his eyebrows. "Wow, Miss Uta, look at you! You managed to wrap Ultimate Fight's heavyweight champion around your little finger, eh! This is going to fuckin' break the internet after it goes public-"

"No! I mean... uuugh...," Tomori groans, still very red. "I don't know what's worse, his attitude or the fact that I'm a little moved by the gesture..."

"Well, don't be! Resist, dammit!," Kanami commands imperiously, her green eyes sparking. "You let yourself be carried away by his bravado once and look where it got you!"

"I know, you're right… uugh, stop thinking he's cute, Tomori, stop right now! You idiot!," Tomori hits the sides of her face with her hands, moaning in frustration. Koga blinks again, dumbfounded.

“Uh…did I miss something? Weren't you fancying him too? Or did I get it all wrong?"

"No, honey, you just missed a few essential chapters of the soap opera," Hiro rolls his eyes. "To summarize it, baldy over there asked Tomori out, but he showed up at the date drunk and ruined everything."

"Say what?!," Koga's jaw drops a little. "Are you serious? That guy over there, who was almost as desperate as Rihito to get a girl's attention?"

"You should take that as an example of what not to do," Ryuki comments, still concentrating on brushing the croissants, but his tone had become slightly accusatory. "Anyway, what an idiot. To make Miss Uta sad like that..."

"Fuck off, Ryuki, I'm not that stupid! But damn, now I understand this manipulation and blackmail stuff," Koga peeks out the pantry window again, frowning. "But even though he's an idiot, he never gave me the impression that he was that type of guy. He's nice in general..."

"No! Stop right there, Koga! Don't try to defend him, not after what he did to Tomori!," Kanami points to the boy, who shakes his head quickly.

"I'm not, sis, I swear! He screwed up big time, I agree. But I really don't think he's trying to blackmail her to be forgiven. I've known him for about two years, you know," He scratches the back of his head. "Anyway, if he really wanted to manipulate Miss Uta, he wouldn't be trying to hide like he's doing right now, would he? Bro...," He lets out a mischievous laugh. "It's like I'm back to elementary school, seeing the teacher's favorite student hiding from the girl he has a crush on, hahaha..."

Kanami snorts, not quite convinced. Hiro nods, and Ryuki doesn't even feign interest in the conversation. But Tomori only had eyes for Okubo, who was grinding his teeth, irritated and embarrassed by all the eyes on him. It's then that their eyes meet through the glass, and Tomori feels her stomach do a little somersault again. He, on the other hand, turns even redder, grinning eagerly and waving... and seeming to have forgotten he's holding the bouquet of flowers, which practically flies out of his hand in the excitement of his wave. They hear him give a muffled scream through the glass, running to get the poor flowers, which the customers watching him burst out laughing as if they were watching a live rom-com.

Tomori had to fight back the urge to laugh too, but not for the same mocking reasons the customers did. Jeez… he really wasn't very good with things involving romance, was he? It was so different from the facade of the self-confident badass he'd tried to put on in her presence... and when he stood up with the bouquet in his arms, fussing as he made sure the flowers weren't dirty or squashed, she decided that, once again, she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Well… as long as he isn't planning to make a public confession to pressure me or anything…," She sighs, and not resisting, returns Okubo's nod, albeit briefly. "He still doesn't have permission to come in, right, Kanny?"

"Yep. He'd need a lot more than romantic gestures and acting like a cute dork to soften me up," Kanami stares at the man on the other side of the glass, her gaze dangerous. Okubo, who had been delighted that Tomori had responded to his wave, flinches as he locks eyes with the baker. She crosses her arms, lifting her chin a little. "What would I give to be able to punch that stupid face again..."

"You punched him, sis?! Damn, I can't believe I missed that!," Koga laments. "Why do these things always happen when Ryuki and I aren't working? This really is like school, where you skip a day and end up missing lots of good shit! Gimme the details, c'mon!"

"We're in the middle of our shift, the most inappropriate time possible to gossip. I heard that giggle there, Hiro, that goes for you too!," Kanami growls over her shoulder. "And you, Mr. Narushima, please get back to work before Ryuki beats his record and consequently you for the third consecutive week," She commands, and Ryuki again makes that muffled fart sound, without turning around. Koga curses under his breath, rushing to grab another cooking brush. She then turns to Tomori, serious. "Anyway, he's still not welcome here. And you? Do you intend to waste another lunch break on him?"

"Well…," She looks out the window again, seeing a flustered Okubo make it all the way to the front door, the tips of his ears red as the customers continue to giggle, enjoying his misery. "I want to at least hear what his explanation will be this time. Call it morbid curiosity if you like..."

"Or maybe it's the hopeless romantic within you, who simply can't resist a sappy gesture," Hiro jokes again. "You haven't been given flowers since college, have you?"

"Me? I haven't been given 'em since highschool." Tomori pouted, blushing a little "Anyway, if this is blackmail or not, I want to find out for myself… and I gave him a chance to prove that he can be better, after all. So... Tomoyo?"

"Yeah?," Tomoyo, who was coming down the narrow corridor of the bakery, returning from her bathroom break, raises her head when she is called. "What is it? Did I take too long on my break? And... what' going on? What they're looking at?," She frowns when she sees the customers whispering to each other. Even though they had sat back down, they continued to lean over in an attempt to peer out the window. Tomori and Kanami sigh in unison.

"Guess what, honey," Hiro rests an elbow on the counter, and then rests his chin on one hand. "Tomori's baldy came back, and this time her brought gifts. Or 'colourful bribes,' if you will."

The waitress rolls her eyes at this, her expression darkening. She looked a lot like Kanami when she got mad like that, Tomori concludes in an internal rush of cuteness.

"Again? Can't this guy get a hint?," She puts a hand on her waist. "Or did you call him here again, Tomori?"

"Not this time," The sous-chef shakes her head. "It's a surprise visit for me too. Still, I want to hear explanations. Can you do me a little favor?"

"Will I get something for it?," She asks, half joking, half serious. Kanami lets out a low laugh.

"Don't look at me. I'm not responsible for transactions made without my imput," She jokes, arching an eyebrow at Tomori. "The cost is all yours.

"A complimentary box of cookies and donuts, how about that?," Tomori puts her hands together, smiling invitingly. And when Tomoyo shrugs, she continues, "Can you go tell him to wait for me near the back door area? He's getting the customers' attention and that affects the movement a little bit-"

"It already did. Everyone's going to be disappointed that there won't be a public love confession. We'll be branded as a cursed establishment, which prevents love stories from coming true."

"Bit your tongue, Hiro!"

"Anyway... can you do that, Tomoyo?," Tomori asks again, to which the waitress rolls her eyes again.

"I will. I just don't understand why you're asking me this. A guy like that doesn't deserve all that consideration from you..."

"Yeah, that's right! Those clueless idiots, screwing dates up left and right!," Koga leans out of the pantry window, smiling agitatedly, and Kanami, who hadn't heard him approaching, jumps. "But not all guys are like that, you know! I, for one, am not-"

"Didn't I just tell you to get back to work, you Goku wannabe? C'mon, don't make me repeat myself!," The baker gives a warning pat on the boy's neck, who lets out a yelp and runs back to Ryuki, a little red at Tomoyo's unimpressed expression. Kanami then huffs, turning to the waitress, "Do what Tomori asked, Tomoyo, please. That fool wouldn't know how to be discreet even if his life depended on it, apparently."

Tomoyo just nods, heading towards the bakery's front door and leaving through it, the bell ringing overhead. Tomori plays with a lock of her hair that has come loose from the net.

"I'm sorry about that, Kanny..."

"Don't be. It's not your fault," Kanami waves a hand, reassuring her. "Well, you already know the procedures. Call me if he starts to be too inconvenient. Or if you see yourself falling for those cheap tactics, because you and I know that these things are your weakness..."

"Don't say it like that. I have a lot more conviction than that, give me some credit," She puffs out her cheeks. "Let's get back to work, then I don't have to think about this until my lunch break."

Kanami nods; the need to concentrate on work so as not to let her mind wander was one she knew well. She returns to Koga and Ryuki, while Tomori goes to take care of the orders that were in the ovens. Hiro just goes back to his assigned spot by the cash register, bored once again.

"Baldy is an idiot, but I'd be lying if I said I'm not envying Tomoh a little..."

* * *

In the alley behind the bakery, while trying to hide from passers-by, Okubo cursed himself in his thoughts. Shit, he hadn't meant to draw attention like that, but it seemed he lived in a world full of gossipers who thought other people's lives were soap operas that existed to entertain them. He just hoped he hadn't given Tomori the wrong impression...or more wrong than the ones she'd been having from him.

He leaned back against the alley wall next to the back door, sighing heavily. His fingers loosely grip the bouquet, a couple of red petals having already floated to the ground. It would be so much easier if he had permission to enter the bakery... or if Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda had come with him, then he could have the flowers and chocolate delivered on his behalf...

“Hell fucking no, you idiot! You don't just send your pals to do your dirty work! You have to fix these mistakes by yourself, not by outsourcing the service! That way, you'll end up with a reputation for being a coward, in addition for being a jerk...”

Fuck, why did winning someone back have to be such a tiring and bureaucratic task?! And on top of that, there were no guarantees that he would get her forgiveness, as Rihito put it...

He lifts the bouquet a little, staring at the camellias with a frown. He remembers how Tomori, inside the bakery, returned his wave, a little flushed. He ends up smiling. Even with all those obstacles, he felt it was worth trying, for her...

"Oookay, that's the last garbage bag, now I'm free to take my afternoon nap and- who the hell said you could stay there, you hobo?!"

Okubo jumps when he hears the back door open, followed by the squeaky, indignant voice. And he has to put his arms in front of his face when he's viciously attacked by a garbage bag, which would have hit him square in the face, but didn't because it was cushioned... by the poor flowers in his hand. Holy crap!

"Shit!," He widens his eyes, red petals flying everywhere. "Calm the fuck down, gramps-"

"Get out of here, you troublemaker! The back of the bakery is no place to bum around! Buzz off before I call miss Oomori-"

"Wait, stop! Time out, time out!," Okubo needs to shout for the old man to cease fire and stop tearing the poor bouquet even more; he was desperate to save the few surviving flowers "I'm no hobo, gramps! Chill out, I- aargh, fuck, look what you did to them!," He laments, devastated, embracing the mortal remains of the bouquet as if it were the collapsed body of a maiden. "They were a gift for Miss Uta, damn it!"

"What...!," The old man, whom Okubo recognized as the bakery's janitor, blinks. And then his expression darkens, eyes full of contempt. "Oh. It's you. That good-for-nothing drunkard."

"Screw you! You really don't have to like me, but there's no need to commit a massacre like that!," He shows the destroyed bouquet, indignant and covered in red petals, one of them even balancing on the top of his head. "Flowers should never be hit, not even with a girl! ... No, wait, that came out wrong."

"Huh?," The janitor blinks again, stunned. "Are you drunk or what? Just get out of here before I call Miss Oomori so she can beat your ass again!"

"Hell no!," Okubo stomps one foot while growling, pointing to the old man with the splintered bouquet. "I got permission from the management to wait for Miss Uta at the back of the bakery, and I'm not moving a foot from here!"

"Yeah, like I'd believe that!" The janitor snorts. "When are you going to see that nobody wants you here, huh? You're just making Tomori feel worse by showing up like that. Don't you think you've already made her suffer enough?"

That makes Okubo put the mangled bouquet down, the urge to keep arguing draining from him like water from a sieve. Paikon glares at him intently, his hostile expression turning suspicious as he watches the bigger man deflate little by little, and he slowly lowers the garbage bag as he sees that he wouldn't have to get into a physical altercation with an almost seven-foot tall gorilla.

"I…," Okubo's voice gets hoarse, and he has to clear his throat before continuing, speaking in a low, unhappy tone, "I'm aware of that. You have no idea how much. And it's precisely because I know this that I want to remedy it. I know I was a piece of shit, gramps," He touches his own chest with the destroyed bouquet, making more loose petals float away. "You'll never hear me deny that. But to fix a mistake, we always need to addmit to it first, right? This is what I'm doing now. And I'm only doing it because I received permission to do so," He holds the box of chocolates in the same hand that the bouquet was in, putting his now free hand in the back pocket of his pants. "I can prove it to you right now. I have messages from Miss Uta right here."

"What- I don't want to read private messages from a co-worker! Are you crazy?," The janitor takes a step away, making a face. "It's personal, dammit, you should've known that!"

"… So you believe me now?"

"What the... aargh, you tricked me!," He exclaims, between indignation and embarrassment. "And no sir, you can wipe that smile off your face right now! Even if that's all true, why should I let you stay here? I swear, these things only happen when I'm about to take my mid-shift nap..."

Okubo wanted to ask what kind of salaried worker took naps in the middle of the day, but then he remembered that he had arrived drunk on a date, so he'd be one to talk. He sighs again, scratching the back of his neck.

"If I leave, could you tell Miss Uta that I'll be waiting in the square nearby? I can just give her her gifts... or what's left of them...," He stares at the destroyed bouquet with a melancholy expression. "And then I'll be gone. I really don't want to impose myself or get in anyone's way."

"Hunf… don't you dare think you can fool me with this 'repentant good guy' persona," The janitor snorts, still suspicious, while looking him up and down. "You sub-celebrities are all the same. I tried to warn Tomori, but sometimes you'll only learn the hard way."

Okubo almost swears at the old man, his patience hanging by a thread, but he holds back as best he can. He didn't want to make a scene and make things even more difficult for Tomori. Not to mention that... he comes to a conclusion that makes him open an involuntary half smile.

“You… you really care about her, don't you? Miss Kanami, the girl who works as a waitress, the cashier, you... she must be the sun of this whole fucking bakery, to be protected like that. I shouldn't be surprised, she's really amazing."

The janitor's sour expression fades, surprise visible in his eyes, in the way the lines in his face had smoothed out. He opens his mouth, looking like he wants to say something, but is interrupted when the back door opens again.

"Eh, I wouldn't say that. Kanny is the one I'd call the sun, since she supports the planets that orbit her by signing paychecks."

Both turned around and saw Tomori, who was leaving through the door with her arms crossed, without her apron and with her hair free of that net. Okubo immediately straightens his back, widening his eyes and blushing hard, the petals that had landed on his shoulders falling to the ground.

"Miss Uta! Sorry about what happened earlier, I swear I didn't want to draw attention to myself, but with a guy my size it's kinda hard, hahaha..."

"Hunf… It's hard to believe that, with all this extravagance...," The janitor indicates the bouquet and the box of chocolates, to which Okubo hugs them as if wanting to protect them from him.

"An extravagance that your coworker deserved, but you blew it! You heartless monster! The poor flowers didn't deserve this...," He pouts, and Tomori turns her face to the side, clenching her mouth tightly to keep from laughing.

“Then the next time I want to hit you with a garbage bag, don't use them as a shield."

"It was a reflex, man! I wasn't expecting to be ambushed like that!"

“I didn't ambush anyone. I was just getting rid of the garbage, then I bumped into a freaking gorilla lying in wait at the door, so I also acted reflexively."

"Gorilla? Would a gorilla have brought this, by any chance?!," Okubo practically shoves the bouquet under his nose, and Tomori can't hold back her laughter when the old man sneezes hard.

"Don't shove that crap in my face, dang it! I'm already too old to have an allergic attack... yes, girl, have a good laugh at the misfortune of others, especially when one of 'em was trying to protect your honor," He mutters, also pouting, and Tomori shakes her head.

"Hahaha, sorry, Paikon! It's just that the exchange between you guys was too funny to interrupt," She puts a fist to her mouth, clearing her throat to control herself. "And thanks for trying to defend me, but there's no need. Tomoyo asked him to wait for me here at the back door."

"And you're just letting me know about this now?"

“You were too busy back in the pantry, napping between restocking."

"Hah! Told you so!," Okubo turns to the other man, smiling victoriously. Paikon blinks, unimpressed, to which Okubo flinches as he remembers that Tomori was still there. "I -I mean… I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen to me! And the poor flowers had to pay the price..."

"Ooh…," Tomori looks at the destroyed bouquet, seeming to think a bit before turning to the janitor, saying, "Can you leave us alone? I want to talk to him privately."

"Hunf... if he tries anything funny-"

"He won't, Paikon," She assures, smiling a little, "I may not be sure of many things about him, but I'm one hundred percent sure of that."

Paikon didn't look too convinced, but Okubo couldn't care less. He even hugs the torn bouquet closer, staring at Tomori with an expression half fascinated, half hopeful. The old man takes a good look at his face and, with a shrug, seems to conclude that he didn't pose enough of an immediate danger.

"Okay. If you need any help, scream. I think there's still enough trash accumulated for one more bag like the first one," He grumbles as he opens the dumpster, throwing the bag inside, and then walking back in through the back door, ignoring the Okubo's sarcastic laugh.

"Haha, how funny! Don't worry, I'll make sure to get an even bigger bouquet to cushion the impact! Hunf...," He touches the petals of the remaining flowers. "Look, it's nice to see how they care about you and I don't blame any of them for not liking me, but these flowers were innocent. At least I managed to save some..."

"I told Rihito this and I'll tell you too: we're all like a stepfamily and we take care of each other," She says as she approaches, closing the door behind her, still with her arms crossed. "They're still not very… receptive, if you know what I mean. It's still very recent."

"I know. That's why I apologized for the scene I caused earlier. These people were so freakin' nosy, goddamn," He snorts. "The customers, not your coworkers. It's like they've never seen a guy trying to be a gentleman before..."

“Nope, they've already seen that. Valentine's Day is usually one of our busiest days," She comments, then blushes a little. "Full of chocolate, flowers… y'know, the whole package. They must have thought that... that there was going to be a love confession or something..."

Okubo feels heat rising up his neck, burning in his face and ears. He has a brief coughing fit, looking away. And the two of them just stand there next to each other, embarrassment clogging their throats. Hell, it was a good thing there weren't any paparazzi around...

"Uuh... sorry about that, I didn't mean to...," He murmurs, shily, and she nods, still not looking at him.

"Yeah, I guessed it. But you could've texted me that you'd show up anyway. It was kinda sudden."

"I know, but I wanted to surprise you and… oh, yeah! Here!," He immediately turns to her, holding out the bouquet, agitated, only to remember that the arrangement was destroyed. He grunts. "Dammit…," And puts his hand over his face. The hand that held the box of chocolates. The thud is accompanied by the sound of several small objects rattling around inside the box. And of course, his scream. "Ow! Holy shit...!"

Tomori can't help it, letting out a nasal laugh while averting her face so as not to be hit in the face by the flowers, offered with so much enthusiasm. "Ahahaha, damn... take it easy, I don't judge gifts like I judge amateur rice balls. You don't need to get nervous, Mr. Okubo... pffft," And she had to hold back her laughter again as she lifted her head and saw him rubbing the spot where the box had hit him. He looks at her with a half-amused pout.

"I-I know, it's just that the surprise was masterfully spoiled and that frustrated me a little," He tries to justify himself, shrugging. "But I think I kinda deserve it for having messed with that retired Yakuza, now janitor..."

Tomori laughs harder, and dammit, Okubo would never complain about seeing her have fun like that, even if it was at his expense. He preferred a Tomori laughing at his particular misfortune than a Tomori treating him with coldness or animosity, however much he deserved it.

"The- The funniest thing is that you're not the first one to think that Paikon used to be a yakuza, hahaha! But relax, you won't find any tattoos or phalanxes missing from him. Anyway...," She extends her arms, accepting the bouquet. "Thank you. They are beautiful... or they were. Poor things..."

"Did you like 'em? I thought of roses at first, but decided it was too cliché. Although camellias look a little like roses, so I don't know if it makes any difference... well, I don't know anything about flowers, I just know that I remembered you as soon as I saw them," He smiles a lot, proud of that line ... until he looked at the flowers again and gulped at the memory of how they'd been destroyed. "I mean, when they weren't wrecked! When they were still pretty, like you... but you're still pretty! They're aren't anymore, but you still are and... damn it, just kill me already, please...," He moans in a defeated tone, hiding his red face with one hand. Tomori bites her bottom lip, looking like she's trying really hard not to smile.

"Haha, relax, I got it. It was a tragedy, but at least some were saved," She points to three of the flowers, which miraculously remained intact. "So it was worth the effort. And that other box...?"

"Uh- Oh yes!," He straightens up, holding the box of chocolates with both hands and offering it to her too. "You said once that you got sick of eating sugary stuff because of your work, so I brought dark chocolate! It’s pure cocoa..."

"Oh, you remembered? That's very thoughtful and...," She goes on to say, picking up the box and inspecting the gifts with a half smile, but her next words die in her mouth when she sees the logo emblazoned on the box. My God, wasn't that... wasn't that a famous and very expensive Swiss brand? She and Kanami used to buy quality chocolate for the bakery's recipes, but nothing on that level. And with the flowers now crumpled and torn apart, she could see better inside the cellophane. Was that a price tag? Holy shit, all those zeros...! "Uh... yes, it's- it's very thoughtful... my god, Mr. Okubo..."

"What? You- You don't like dark chocolate?," he asks, leaning toward her nervously, to which she shakes her head.

"No, I like it! It's just that..."

"Is it the flowers then? You don't like camellias? Goddanmit, I knew I should've chosen the roses, they're a classic, you can't go wrong with roses...!," He laments, putting a hand on his forehead. "Or is it because they’re all mangled? It was an accident, I didn't intend to use the bouquet as a shield, the fighter reflexes just kicked in-"

"No, it's not that!," She needs to raise her voice to make herself heard above his babbling. "I have no problem with camellias, and I know you didn't ruin the bouquet on purpose. It's just… this is all…," She looks from one gift to the other, embarrassed. "Mr. Okubo, how much… how much did you spend on these things, in total?"

"Uuh… hey, come on, you don't just ask the price of a heartfelt gift," He tries to dismiss the conversation, gesturing vaguely. "What matters is the intention behind it. Isn't that what they say?"

"Yes, but it's hard not to ask when you see the price tag firsthand." Okubo widens his eyes.

"Oh… holy shit, I… I swear I didn't see that tag there," He shrugs his shoulders a little. "But the price doesn't change the fact that it was bought with consideration-"

"And isn't this chocolate brand not imported?," She asks, not giving him time to keep talk. "The kind that we could never use in the bakery except for private orders, it's so expensive..."

“Well… yeah, but that just shows even more consideration, don't you think?," He tries to smile, hands on his hips. "It's some fancy stuff, so it must be really good, right? I'll have to rely on your feedback because I haven't tasted any of ‘em, they're all yours!"

Tomori doesn't respond. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking to the side, the smile on her face looking much more like a grimace.

"Heh... th-thanks, that was... very kind of you..."

Okubo stares at her, his stomach dropping a little at her expression. He might be a total zero when it came to interpreting expressions and body language outside the fight rings, but he'd have to be blind not to notice her obvious discomfort.

"... You didn't like it, did you?," He asks, but it came out more like a statement. He felt himself deflate like a balloon, his excitement replaced by sadness and anger at himself. Damn it, why did he always have to screw up the simplest things when it came to her?! He stares at the floor, not seeing when she shakes her head.

"No, it's not that I didn't like it. I mean, who doesn't like to receive gifts like these?," She hurries to say, bringing the box close to her chest. "It’s just that… look, I’ll be real," She sighs heavily. "I know I gave you carte blanche to try to prove to me that you can and want to be better, but... but to start like this, with such expensive gifts... oh, damn, now I sound like an ungrateful bitch," She groans, throwing her head back a little. "But well, you can't blame me for thinking this smacks of bribery. You, trying to buy me, I mean."

He jerks his head up, blinking in astonishment, his jaw dropping a little.

"Buy you…? Just because of some gifts?"

"They are not simple gifts! One is a box of fine Swiss chocolates and the other is a bouquet that costs... jeez, I don't even have the brains to count all those zeros right now!," She gestures with some frustration. "They are expensive and a bit extravagant, you know?"

"Uh… no," He shakes his head, perplexed. "It wasn't expensive for me. I didn't even look at the prices, to be honest. I just... I just thought you'd like ‘em so I decided to buy ‘em. It's that simple."

Tomori stares at him intently, seriously, and it was Okubo's turn to shift with some discomfort. The silence stretches out for a few more awkward seconds before she relaxes her posture a little, her expression contemplative.

"So… you didn't buy all this focusing only on the fact that they are expensive things?"

"Well… I kinda went to more fancy establishments, so to speak, but I focused more on the things that reminded me of you. Y'know...? Pastry chef who definitely works with chocolate, flowers for a flower, you know what I mean, haha...," He blushes some more. She stares at the gifts again.

"And you didn't conclude, not for a second, that I would be more inclined to forgive you if I got a pricey treat? Really?"

He turns back to her, blinking… and yeah, now he was starting to take offense.

"Of course not! Damn, I know I screwed up badly, but seriously, does that have to mean that every action I take from now on is going to be a bribe?," He gestures in frustration. "Can't this just be a nice gesture from a guy who is sorry and wants to fix his mistakes?"

"Yeah, it can, but it's hard not to doubt it, considering so many guys think they can buy women if they're open-handed enough!," She raises her voice in the same tone. "I don't want you to think I'm that kind of person! I don't want you to think getting my forgiveness is that easy!"

“I don't! It's just- aargh!," He grabs his head with his hands while throwing it back dramatically. "This isn't working! We're not going anywhere if my every attempt to get closer is met with suspicion!"

"Yeah, and whose fault is that?," She points at him, snarling, and even though she had to stretch her neck to look him in the eyes, she didn't look fearful in the slightest. "You gave me reasons to be suspicious! I'm trying to be more open, but it's hard when you're showing off your bank account like that, Mr. ‘Heavyweight champion of the biggest fight promotion in the world’!”

"Wait, is that your problem then? The fact that I have money?," He snorts angrily. "Lady, don’t you think that, if I really wanted to buy you, I would've brought something much more elaborate than flowers and chocolate? Like a necklace made of real pearls..."

"Argh, no! I don't even want to think about it!" She shudders, horrified, but Okubo doesn't stop there.

"Even better! A pair of white gold earrings, eighteen carats!"

"No!"

“Twenty-four carats is better? Boy, you're a tough one, huh!"

"This is even worse!," She screeches, and all that desperation was, for Okubo, satisfying, hilarious and adorable.

"Ooh, not a jewelry connoisseur, I see. How about clothes then? An Undercover jacket or pants from Yohji Yamamoto's exclusive line..."

"My God, no!," She grabs his arm in reflex, which takes him by surprise but also makes him even more excited.

"Do you prefer overseas brands? Let's do overseas brands then! A Louis Vuitton bag, a Dolce & Gabbana dress..."

"Nooooooo...!”

"Coco Chanel shoes! A Jimmy Choo perfume! I can do this all day, lady, expensive stuff is plentiful!"

"Okay, okay, stop! I get it, it could've been much worse! Oh my gohohohod!," She doubles over herself a little, falling into a fit of hysterical laughter, and he can't help himself either, accompanying her, the two of them laughing like idiots in the middle of that alley, attracting the confused looks of those who passed by the sidewalk further on and heard them.

Damn... That way, it was very easy to forget that she still hadn't forgiven him for his attitude. He allows himself to fantasize for a few seconds that everything was fine between them again, until he is brought back to reality when her laughter fades, interrupted by coughing, until it stops altogether. She holds the bouquet and box in one hand and puts the other in front of her mouth, clearing her throat.

"Okay... Maybe- Maybe I exaggerated a bit," She admits after taking a deep breath. "Maybe that wasn't your intention, but there was no way for me to be sure. I...," She blushes a little, looking up at him. "I'm still in the middle of the healing process, Mr. Okubo. And for you to arrive like this, with gifts like these, it kinda overwhelmed me. I liked it, really, but at the same time...," She gestures uncertainly.

Okubo sighs, closing his eyes and scratching the back of his neck. He never imagined that a box of chocolates and a measly bouquet of flowers could cause all that confusion. Now he felt a little guilty. He just wanted to prove how serious he was when he said he wanted to regain her trust more than anything...

“Yeah…again, sorry about that. But I swear my intention was never to buy you or anything like that. I...," He leans his back against the alley wall, close to the dumpster, looking at the ground with embarrassment. "I just thought that this would be a good way to demonstrate that I want and that I can be better... that and the fact that I don't know how to show interest in any other way."

"... What do you mean?," Tomori asks after a few seconds of silence, approaching and leaning against the wall beside him, still hugging her gifts. He turns his eyes to her with a small pout.

“It's just… I told you that day, remember? I'm an idiot who can't have a normal conversation with a girl to save his life," He rubs his left arm with his right hand. "I've never had the slightest knack when it comes to dealing with women, when it comes to showing them when I'm interested. I always make a fool of myself or come on too strongly, and I end up scaring them away. It was kind of one of the reasons Rihito and I became friends, you know?," He smiles shyly. "He also doesn't know shit about wooing women, and misery sure loves company, haha."

Tomori ends up laughing, shoulders shaking a little. "Hahaha, damn… a few weeks ago I would've found it hard to believe. But you guys aren't that bad. Just..."

"Just inconvenient and desperate, I know," He nods, resigned. "That's exactly why I try to approach women in safer ways, you know? Everyone likes to get gifts, it's an easy way to show how you're feeling, how much you like the person you're giving them to... even more so for losers like me," He puts his hands in his pants pockets, looking upset. "That's the only way I know how to do it and the only way I've managed to not screw things up…until now."

Tomori tightens her mouth a little, now as embarrassed as he was. She looks back at the gifts in her hands, bringing them to her chest again as she shrugs.

"No… you didn't screw it up," She murmurs at last. "I said I liked them. Camellias aren't my favorite flower, but they're still beautiful. And a brand of quality chocolate like this is not something I could eat whenever I wanted. I appreciate the intention, Mr. Okubo, I swear. But..."

"But...?," He instigates her, a little recklessly, and she again makes that gesture of tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"But expensive gifts make me embarrassed. I'm left feeling like I'm in debt, and I couldn't buy you anything on that level without blowing some of my savings."

"But you don't have to! I'm not giving you these things expecting something of equal value in return," He assures, leaning down to bring his face closer to hers, his gray eyes intense. "I don't expect anything in return, really. I just..."

“I just want to see you smile at me like you used to. I want you to enjoy my company like you used to, before I let you down.”

He didn't voice that thought, but from the way Tomori was looking at him, he didn't have to. Her eyes, large, brown and expressive, hold his intently, her full lips opening as if she wanted to say something but doesn't know how. He wanted more than ever to reach down and touch that mouth with his, holy shit...!

"Well, if…," She licks her lips, bending her left leg and resting her foot on the wall behind her. "If this is just your way of showing how you feel, then… then you can give me gifts, if you like.

"Really?," He widened his eyes, which were shining brightly in his excitement, and she blushed again.

"Yeah, really. But don't go off the rails, okay?," She raises an index finger at him, her expression serious. "No expensive and extravagant things, please. If you really want to give me a gift, give me something that better demonstrates those feelings you talk about so much. Flowers and chocolate are always nice, but those aren't the only things a girl can like, you know?"

"Ooh…okay then," He nods in understanding. "Something more sentimental, then? Alright, I got it. The thing is, I don't know much about your tastes outside of confectionary and martial arts...," He gestures sheepishly, looking sideways at her. And then he smiles, turning around and leaning sideways against the wall, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow. "How about enlightening me a little, huh?"

She rolls her eyes, but her half-smile looks affectionate, "I haven't even given you carte blanche and you're already trying to cheat? It’d be too easy if I just told you."

"Oh, c'mon! At least give me some clues," He complains, but the smile hasn't disappeared from his face. "Camellias aren't your favorite flowers, right? What's your favorite then? What letter does it start with? It rhymes with what? What are the most common allergies associated with it? Help a poor bastard out, lady, please..."

She lets out a fart-like sound from her mouth, turning her face to the side in an attempt to hide her laughter.

"I- I haven't seen any reason to make your life that easy so far, so give it up! You'll have to find out on your own."

"You're a difficult woman…," He sighs theatrically, closing his eyes. "It's a good thing that Okubo Naoya never gave up on things just because they were difficult," And he smiled, opening his eyes again, which were soft and tender when focused on her . And he is elated when she blushes even more.

"C'mon, I'm not that difficult," She bats her eyelashes at him. "I'm letting you get closer to try to figure it out, aren't I? So... keep trying. Surprise me. I'll be here, waiting for more of your attempts."

For him, it was as if she had offered him the winning lottery ticket. More attempts... he was entitled to more attemps! And to think that she willingly wanted to give him those chances made him want to start dancing right there in the alley.

"O-Okay! So can I interpret this as an invitation to show up here more often?"

"With prior notice," She points at him. "That way I'm not caught off guard and Kanny and the others don't get too upset. They still haven't forgiven you either, you know."

"Jezz, does that mean I'm also going to have to win them back?," He snorts. "Can I know their favorite flowers, at least?"

She laughs out loud, putting a hand in front of her mouth. She didn't usually hide her laughter this much when she was still on good terms with him. But Okubo was determined to change that.

"My god, hahahaha...!," She wipes away a tear from the corner of her right eye. "If- If you tried to give Kanny flowers, she’d punch you again and there would be no bouquet able to cushion that impact. It’s better to not even try."

"I won't. There's only one person I want to bring flowers to, if she's nice enough to nudge me in the right directions..."

"Nah-ah. I'm not falling for that," She shakes a finger at him, smirking, but the flattered blush on her cheeks was unmistakable. "You said yourself that you never gave up on things just because they were difficult, didn't you? I want to see this with my own eyes."

"But you've seen it, if you've really been watching me since the times when I practiced wrestling."

"Fighting arenas and the real life are different places. People can be one way in one and another way in the other. And I said I want to get to know you better here," She points to the space between them. "I want this from you more than I want gifs."

He nods, embarrassed, but still happy. If that meant more opportunities to be with her like this, then dammit, he'd be happy to let her know every single thing of him.

"Ahaha… alright then. But you know what I want from you now?" He leans toward her again, smirking, and she looks at him suspiciously, a warning in her gaze.

"What?"

"You, trying the chocolates I brought you."

She clearly wasn't expecting this, considering how her expression went from wary to stunned.

"Uh… That's it?"

"Yeah! Having my amateur rice balls judged by a professional made me feel spoiled and I got used to it. Now I want it again," He turns his head to the side. "Only with dessert this time."

"Ahaha, but that wouldn't make sense. You didn't make these chocolates, so I can't judge your cooking based on them," She shakes the box a little, which makes that rattling sound. His smile widens.

"Judge my taste in them, then. I particularly think it's great, considering how much I like your cookies."

“Grunf… I already told you to keep that silver tongue of yours in check…” She snorts, making an absurd effort not to smile. He raises his hands in surrender, his smile becoming more pleading. And with a sigh, she concedes, tearing the seal that held the box closed and opening it. The chocolates had come out of their respective compartments, scattered around the box, and he remembered with embarrassment that they had melted a little before he put them in the fridge. The handmade truffles were now a little misshapen. But she didn't seem to mind, picking up one and biting it in half, slowly, savoring it. He watches her intently, waiting with some trepidation.

"So? Too bitter?"

She looks up at him, finishing chewing. And then she smiles; that lovely smile he had missed so much.

"Yes! Just the way I like it!"

And even if he wasn't the one to make those chocolates, the compliment made him as happy as if he was.

* * *

"So? How was it with your bald sucker?"

Tomori smiles awkwardly as she returns to the kitchens, having returned from her lunch break. She brought with her the box of chocolates and the three camellias, the only survivors of the accidental massacre that Paikon had committed. She shrugs, trying to look calm.

"Better than I expected. Can I put these flowers in the water, Kanny? I don't want them to dry out."

"Sure. You can grab any container we're not using," The baker nods, watching as she goes to look for that container. Tomori felt her eyes glued to her back, knowing full well that she couldn't escape her friend's questions, and wondering if she could hide enough the conflicting feelings that battled inside her. She fills a measuring cup with water and places the flowers inside, setting them in a corner and admiring them for a moment before going to retrieve her apron and hairnet. Kanami kept following her movements attentively.

"So... what happened to the rest of the bouquet?"

"Paikon destroyed in an attack worthy of a yakuza ambush."

"Uh... I was going to say it serves him right, but then I remembered that they were a gift for you, so...," She makes an uncertain gesture, to which Tomori shrugs.

"He managed to save three of them, so that's something," She puts the chocolates aside too, and when she sees her friend looking at her with a mixture of distrust and interest, she invites, "You can have one, Kanny. You recognize the brand, right?"

"Yeah. It's the kind of brand that we could never use on the bakery's cakes, otherwise no one would have the money to buy 'em," She comments while picking up a truffle. "Thanks, Tomoh… hnnn, wow…," She puts it in her mouth and sighs while chewing. "Pure, quality cocoa. It’s delicious!"

"I know, right! Damn, I had to hold back from having a culinary orgasm in front of him to keep some of my dignity," Tomori laughs, and Kanami joins in, despite still being wary.

"Haha, I can imagine. But speaking of dignity...," She frowns, trying to stay serious. "I know I have no right to demand anything, but I hope you didn't get carried away by some expensive gifts and the snap of a silver tongue. I worry about how this might affect you..."

"Don't worry, I stood my ground," She assures. And then she looks at the floor while putting on her apron. "But… I admit it was hard to resist. We had a very enlightening conversation, you know. And when I said that I won't accept any attempt to buy me, he understood and didn't try to argue. He even made it clear that this wasn't his intention."

"… And what was your verdict?," Kanami asks after two seconds of silence. Tomori bites her bottom lip.

“That he really wasn't who I thought he was. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing either," She concludes. "I really want to see how far he's willing to go, Kanny. How much he values what we have, even if it's nothing serious. I want to test the waters more... and make him suffer a little while trying," She admits, smiling when Kanami laughs heartily.

"A she-wolf in sheep's clothing, as Akane always says. Go for it, that's what that stupid gorilla deserves."

"Hehe, leave it to me! And... uugh...," She groans suddenly, turning her attention back to the flowers. Kanami blinks.

"What is it?"

"He brought me red camellias. I wonder if he knows about the symbolism behind them...," She blushes a lot, pressing her hands to her chest. "You know? That they represent romantic love..."

The baker didn't know what she wanted to do more: to laugh in her friend's face or to grunt and roll her eyes at her obsessive romanticism. She opts for a middle ground.

"Girl, I doubt it. A man like that doesn't care about these things. A flower shop employee probably suggested camellias when he said he wanted to impress a girl, nothing more than that."

"Yeah, I guess you're right… let's just get back to work, thinking about it will only distract me," She sighs, and Kanami nods satisfied.

Tomori wanted more than anything to stand firm in her convictions and not give in to Okubo's wooing so easily. He really had to earn her forgiveness. But dammit, if he kept being cute like that, showing her a side of himself she hadn't even dreamed existed, forgiving him would be easier than she wanted it to be.

NEXT CHAPTER

#Kengan Ashura #Kengan Omega #kenganverse #fanfiction #Okubo Naoya #Naoya Okubo #okubo x oc #kengan oc #Rihito #Himuro Ryo #Kaneda Suekichi #Narushima Koga #Gaoh Ryuki #cookies'n cream #the heavy bakery series

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juliamex3 · 2 years

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I think I already know who "and then there were three" is about but I'm still curious. Also "aim to be a dragon master"!

I disagree I don't think you know who the three are at all because that's actually a Yo-kai Watch fic! Probably not that interesting oop, you missed all 4 shigesatogou wips in there I'm sorry :')

Basically tho the thing is Yo-kai Watch has 3 main protagonists, Nate, Katie and Hailey. Except that Katie sort of... disappears after Hailey gets introduced? (Hailey disappears later on as well but that is a different tangent)

Katie is not a playable character anymore in the 3rd game and she was never in the main cast of the anime, she got pretty much disregarded and only ever used for alternate universe stories. She doesn't have a Yo-kai Watch in the main timeline at all.

I never liked that so and then they were three is about bringing her back into the spotlight and the trio forming an actual trio after a lot of "oh god a person I've known most of my life is gonna inevitably find out my biggest secret that is not very normal™ what do I do" from Nates perspective

I think something like this does actually happen in the 4th game? Idk I never played it, it didn't get localized but eh it would still work in the anime canon so whatever

I haven't worked on this story in ages since my ykw brainrot pretty died out for the most part, it was like... last year oof, I'm only like 70% done with the first chapter of the 3 I had planned, they all would've been from a different characters perspective

I kinda doubt anyone here cares all that much but here's still a snippet of it!

"Oh right, didn't you say you were going camping with your dad?"

The voice belonged to Alex, the girl seated on Katies left.

Katie turned towards her and nodded. "Yeah. To be honest I'm not looking forward to it much, but dad insisted he wanted to spend some 'quality father-daughter bonding time' with me." She pronounced the last part of the sentence by doing air quotation marks with both of her hands.

Yet another person cut themselves into the conversation. "You're not going to camp at Mount Wildwood, are you?" Zoey, this time, the girl seated on her right.

Katie turned around again, this time in the opposite direction. "Huh, yeah, why? It's the closest forest we have around."

"But Mount Wildwood has been haunted lately! There have been a lot of scary reports online."

That was Lina. Katie wasn't even sure where she had come from, her seat is at the opposite side of the room and she hadn't seen the girl walk up to them, but then again Zoey and her seemed to be attached by the hip.

Other people probably would have been freaked out by this statement, but after years of knowing them Katie had become adjusted to Zoeys and Linas stories.

Though Katie WAS starting to get irritated by half of their class listening in and suddenly being so invested in their conversation, but she wasn't going to point it out.

So instead she smiled. "Don't worry about it, I'll be careful. No ghosts, Yo-kai or other supernaturals will get in my way."

Alex raised an eyebrow, the other two girls couldn't seem prouder.

Her eyes met Nates again, with all of the other people around Katie had almost forgotten he was the one she was talking to originally.

Nate had an uncomfortable expression on his face, and Katie had to surpress a snort that was threatening to escape her.

She remembers how freaked out he has been in the past by ghost-talk. He may have changed a lot, but it seemed like old habits die hard.

💜

Aim to be a Dragon Master is about Iris! Is that a surprise based on the title lol?

Since we never really learn how she became champion this fic takes place right after her special and goes up to right before her first appearance in journeys.

She travels through Johto collecting badges then entering the league... where she loses against like Ethan or smth idk oops. After Cilan giving her a pep talk she then goes and does the same in Unova where she doesn't lose since she's learned a lot, has an awesome moment with Drayden and ends up beating Alder whoo!

Then I realized how long that would take even with how much I was going to skip around and... yeah...

Iris smirked. "Now use Ice Beam!"

Clair gasped. "Druddigon jump!"

It did, but Dragonite was quick to adjust and aimed higher up.

Silence filled the room as the smoke slowly cleared.

Both competitors were holding their breath.

Druddigon was on the ground, ice on its wings, eyes closed.

"Druddigon is unable to battle! The winner is challanger Iris!", the announcer stated, raising up the respective flags as she did so.

Overfilled with joy Iris ran onto the battlefield towards her Pokemon. "We did it! Dragonite, we did it! You're the best!"

Dragonite had to be overtaken by emotion as well, as he didn't even try to shove his trainer away as she hugged him.

In the distance Iris could hear Clair thanking and recalling her Pokemon, but she couldn't bring herself to care enough to watch or listen to exactly what she was doing.

She only broke the hug when she noticed Clair standing next to them.

"I feel like I should be upset about losing, but honestly... I'm proud that you finally managed to beat me. I know you worked hard, this was a great battle."

Clair reached out her hand, Iris took it with a grin and shook it. Only when Clair pulled away did Iris notice the other had given something to her.

She stared at the item in her hand in confusion. "Is that...", she started.

"The Rising Badge!", Clair finished. "Congratulations on your win, Iris."

Iris frowned at the badge, then looked up to frown at Clair. "I wasn't trying to get your badge.", she explained.

Now it was Clairs turn to look confused. "Really? You were so insistent on beating me, I'd assumed you had a bigger reason than just wanting to fight dragon Pokemon."

Iris resisted blushing. Her motivation had been exactly that, plus some dedication and stubborness, but she wasn't going to say that out loud.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it back."

On a childish impulse Iris closed her hand around the badge, moved it closer to her body and took a step back.

"Uh uh, you gave it to me, it's mine now, no take backs."

Clair let out the trademark laugh that Iris had come to associate with the woman.

"That's what I thought."

Iris' cheeks did flush a bit, this time.

"Thanks...", she managed to get out.

Clair nodded in acknowledgement.

They exited the Gym together, and then Clair asked a very loaded question.

"What're you going to do now?"

Iris contemplated her response for a moment. What <i>was</i> she going to do?

"I... hadn't really thought about it.", she started carefully. "I wasn't actually expecting to defeat you today."

In the corner of her eye she caught the badge that she was still holding in her hand. "But", she picked up again before Clair could comment, "if I already have one badge, I figured I could enter the Johto league."

💜

I don't think this was what you asked for at all haha but maybe it's still interesting

Will I ever continue these? Only time can tell.

#WIP hell

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catboyrichardkarinsky · 2 years

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Okay with the warning out of the way

This was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING i loved pretty much everything about it

First of all the more surface level plot irrelevant details: MARSHA NON BINARY I REPEAT MARSHA NON BINARY!! The nails!! It's everything to me!!! Also are they and Vee going to be a thing? That would be cute? Although once again, it's a nblw relationship i am still waiting for mlm/nblm rep in this cartoon that's more than Willow's dads who's names they don't even say in the series or Edric and his unnamed they/them date who never actually appear in the show itself (I'm also looking at Gus and Mattolomule. And of course Darius and Alador. Please.)

Also. Amphibia references. I'm a sucker for them.

Now onto actually plot relevant shit:

The egg?? Still didn't hatch?? Will it ever?? Did Luz even take it to the demon realm? Or is Vee going to find it hatched one day?

I'm SO glad we got some backstory for Camila! I've always felt a bit mixed about her because parents showing negative response to their child being neurodivergent is a big trigger for me in media as i found out through the owl house and falsettos, but this way it makes SO much more sense, she was peer pressured into sending Luz to that camp. I'm able to love her way more now. She's best mom.

The boiling isles kids learning spanish with Duolingo was amazing

Hunter and Gus being nerds. And nerding out over something Camilla used to nerd out about. Yes please.

The Azura Hecate lumity cosplay was adorable! Also Luz's Azura obsession came from her dad thanks for the tears.

Soooooo. Flap dead i assume. There's no bringing him back. I would hope so at least. I actually cried real tears at that scene. But he sacrificed himself for Hunter. That was really bittersweet. Also the kids trying to tell Hunter and him already knowing 😭

Willow, Gus and Amity missing their parents was so sad, also bonus point for Amity not including her mom in that. Fuck yes.

Okay now I'm going to breakdown Luz and Hunter a bit more because i feel like they were the true focuses of this episode.

Luz: oh boy this girl sure is full of guilt and trauma. I get why she feels responsible for the showing belos how to get to the collector thing but as Hunter said that's what belos does he manipulates people. He would've done it with someone else if it wasn't Luz. Also her bonding with her mom was adorable. I'm so glad she could use glyphs in the human realm with the titan blood i'm hoping by the end of the series she'll be able to permanently be a witch no matter what dimension she's in.

Hunter: where do i even start on him? He was really finally becoming his own person. Nerding out with Gus, getting a haircut which BY THE WAY is not bad unlike how some people try to frame it i'm glad he can find his own identity more, he also likes sewing it's nice. But then fucking belos. The fact that slipping back into the golden guard role still gives him a sense of comfort is really interesting to me. That emotional breakdown he had when Luz told him he's family may just be one of my favorite Hunter scenes ever. And it's not the only one in this special. And then belos slowly taking over him and bringing out his worst side. That scene where he was talking to Luz with his back turned when they were at the graveyard gave me CHILLS. And then of course him telling belos what he truly wants. My other favorite Hunter scene. It was perfect. And the fact that flapjack is the thing that made him want to take control back over his body. The fact that unlike the others he didn't really have anyone from the boiling isles to miss except maybe Darius. Now he has his loss holly shit. Sidenote: am i the only one who noticed his eyes were brown after Flapjack revived him? I wonder if he's more human now in a way? Or maybe it was just the lighting i dunno.

#the owl house #thanks to them #toh spoilers

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sulkyshot · 24 hours

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I had th3 strangest dream I can't even say it Outlood

-i had such an adoration for the ppl around me

-in another life I get what I want happily

-i was in college?

-the whole vibe itself felt like darling mv (and that one tumbler fic)

-someone else was also pregnant, and I found out later abt myself ? And we bonded (I already knew the person?)

-^the vibe of that like that one song "but he didn't have any education ,~~~ deep voice " but not the song just the vibe

-i was def beautiful, me n cheolnwere the same age and in college?

-cheol also worked in a coffee shop and I tool marlen cos she didn't know we were together (ig it had been a while since saw e/o) bit we had had a wholesome interaction. We were in line and saw cheol and another cashier and the other gave us a knowing look and took the customer in front of us. Cheol then smiled at us (me) all shy and cute, asked us our order and I told ( we were like playing around like acting as if we were pro customer cashier yk) him hmm something something and he was like okay still smiling and rose a brow kinda . And then I remember not wanting to end the interaction or ig showing off the marlen, but I was like WAIT u got oreos crushed to put on top of that ( by then pregnant state was already, and also I had wanted oreos today from dana irl )

And we were all giggly as he played along being like actually no ( his hair was pink and (I had no perception of myself) and he was def acting like how he did in eunchaes diary I watched today )( but w more recognition and comfortablilty ig)

First there was like a reunion of sorts me and friend (samantha?) See melina and see ignore u til we can't and she hugs us and says she missed us (maybe not samamtha?) AND I was like omgosh me too but I thought u didn't wanna be friends anymore and that's why I never texted. And she was like no no I would've responded and such blah blah more oft Har and I felt so genuinely happy that werre friends again.

-i wish I. Ould document dreams but not irlnjust in my head, or revisit them

-i also kc8ked my brother in the chin with my foot and it hurt like hell and I scratched him real nasty I said sorry

-but I felt so happy in that dream. I was do content with everything

-i remember there being a tree next to me when I told cheol we expected, and cheol also had a sort of big position so everyone like respected us and was happy?

-then me giving brith but w/o anything ,like suddenly i was 9 months up and it just appeared and my child it was a girl and I remember yelling it it's a girl with tears of joy but not fully crying, I think the friend also gVe brith she named him (fuck I don't remember but it was pretty) and I named mine something that ryyhmed with vine (at this time we were a weird common room area like darling svt mv)like we named right away she named him and I named mine after thinking a bit

After that I hung out with malren and we to this weird downstairs area(b4 Cafe w cheol) and we went around opposite ways and found eachouther in the middle , and I realzied how much fun I always have w her.

Lokwy these dreams were projectiles of everything I've ever wanted

I'm not done but I'm tired going back to sleep ill say more tomr on snap or something

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nghtmarish · 1 month

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@leagueofdccm ; negan : hey, where'd you go? i was starting to miss you! meme that can't be found ; meme tag : always accepting.

𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜, like life still continued and was just the same as before, but it was hugely different. their home was shared with a lot more people than she ever expected, a repurposed factory that they were keeping safe and she felt like she could actually still 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 people. something that she hadn't thought she would be able to do again. lucille knew that this was a way that they could survive, that they could keep on thriving and it was good to have a 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 for their daughter to grow up. it was all she could ask for, that didn't mean it would ever feel like home. but it would do, they were safe, they were alive and they were together.

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, seeing him standing in the kitchen making them dinner like he would've done back at their home. it helped it all feel more normal, not that it was normal anymore, their new normal was leaders of this group and with that came having to do things that she had never expected them to have to do. except it was almost worst how it all started to feel normal, " just checkin' on some things. not really sure why simon brought you a doctor from hilltop. you two doubting my skills, old man? " she teased, shutting the door behind her as she moved into their room and towards him. the saviors were a powerful group, he had made them that way and it was somewhat 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 to see the way he stepped up and led them, gave the people someone to have faith and trust in. they all had adapted to the way things were, gone was the man who hadn't wanted to even kill the dead, they both had done things to keep each other alive and they weren't the same people they were before all of this.

𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, head resting against him for a moment and these were the moments she craved, no one could take this away from them and she was just glad that the two still had each other, " if only they could all see you now - negan, leader of the saviors, domestic king in the kitchen, " lucille teased, moving round to stand at his side, looking over the food and she knows how lucky they are to actually have good food to eat. their relationship with hilltop and the kingdom meant that everyone had decent food, they did their part and they shared resources. she may not always like how things are handled, how they get people to fall in line, but it worked and she would always be there to help when it was needed, " do i need to go and grab tilly? how far off is dinner? and please tell me you actually got her to do some school work and didn't just throw ball all day, " lucille questioned with a playful smile, already knowing that he was going to tell her that what did it really matter if tilly knew basic maths. she was just grateful that throughout all of this, their bond still hadn't changed. motioning with her finger for him to lean down and give her a kiss, the smile stays on her lips as she looks up at him, " she needs a rountine, she gonna get herself in trouble if we don't give her something to do, "

#leagueofdccm #i. answered : 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫.#xxvi. lucille smith : 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.#( i am obsessed with them )#( we need this au )

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itstremmy · 1 year

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Visiting home is always a nervous affair. Coming to terms with the fact that my home is both foreign to me and yet familiar, where family bonds have gone through so much turmoil and heartache, well, it just ends up being so much more than a simple time to visit family. But with my stepdad being now in hospice care, meaning that he's got only weeks to live, I really couldn't pass up this chance to go. Despite the fact that on some level I just wanted to be able to fast forward time and have his passing already have happened so I could figure out the aftermath, I know that if I had done that I would've regretted it down the line. In the end having those close to me around me and supporting me (both physically close and those far away), I felt like I could go through with it and not only that but also enjoy my time there too. It was one of the first times I felt like I could be myself (even if I did have to wear a couple bandaids to cover my tattoos), but by the end of the weekend I had made peace with my goodbyes to my father, knowing that he loved me and I loved him in our own unique ways. I know there's still a bit more to this process as he hasn't passed away yet, but on some level I feel like even him being sick never really hit me until I saw him on his deathbed. My mom made me a bracelet on the night before we headed back home, and while she was making it I had forgotten about my sun tattoo on my wrist as she was seeing how much slack she needed. I turned it around quickly but I'm sure she had already seen it. She didn't change in the way she treated me. She was still my mom and I was still her son. She finished the bracelet and I wore it in the morning as we headed out to the airport, saying our goodbyes before waving back to her and my brother. I felt accepted and loved, the two things I've always wanted more. And while saying my farewells to my dad, where it was difficult for him to even string together a sentence, I felt that he saw me -- the genuine me that I've always been on the inside.

To know that my dad accepted me, missed me, and was happy to see me as his eyes lit up with the little life he still held within him... it meant the world to me. I stroked his hand, I lightly scratched his head. I told him to rest and that I'd see him later. I'm not so sure that I will... but I'm glad I went.

#blog #family #writing

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years

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2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school.

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

#black reader #poc reader #smut #lemons #eren x black reader #eren x poc!reader #aot x black reader

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