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theshadowrealmitself · 9 months

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I want to hear about your ocs! What does AKOW stand for and why are your ocs apart of it

I’m am now very curious about characters I know nothing about!

I am kissing you v softly on the mouth anon, unless you don’t want that, then I am softly bestowing affection on you in a different way that you are amendable to receiving

So the ocs and the organization were a part of a completely original story I was doing a long time ago that I lost the outline for (the real lost media) (I only ever got through the outline before realizing this was going to be too big of a story and I was never going to be able to accomplish it), but I loved the organization so much that I had still been mentally keeping track of it and every time I had ocs I liked that didn’t fit wherever I was going to add them to, I would add them to A.K.O.W.

Then I stopped mentally keeping track of everything during a breakdown I had at the start of the pandemic and I hadn’t saved anything (even after losing the first outline) because I learned nothing. Because I’m an idiot. But that’s why I’m making this post!! To hopefully encourage me to get back to this and actually write Shit down this time.

Now, I think, based on my memory, it was originally an apocalyptic story, and A.K.O.W. was full of fighters who’d go fight off the antagonists to save the remainders of Humanity

The antagonists were aliens invading earth, then I lost the outline, and also started to become eh about alien horror stories, so A.K.O.W. switched to being a PvP thing where all members of it would just go and fight each other whenever they wanted

A.K.O.W. (Full name being “Ass Kickers On Wheels”, yeah that was its name in the apocalypse version of the story too), had very limited rules for who could join:

You had to be over 18, you had to actually be willing to fight (none of this joining for street cred then never actually battling anyone), and you had to be on wheels (it could be any kind of wheels, skates, bikes, scooters, wheelchairs, heelies, etc)

Really quickly tho, despite it being in the name and it being in the rules, the organization started accepting people who didn’t technically have “wheels”, like people on hoverboards that actually hover, which is the main source of tension in the group

I used to have so many fleshed out ocs for this, there had to be an oc for every type of wheel thing, but then there also had to be groups for every type of wheel thing, now I can only fully remember 3 of them and 2 of them I vaguely remember 😭 (so many ocs,,, just gone,,,)

The three I fully remember were the 3 best fighters, the first was a roller derby fighter, I forget their name but it was a cutesy name, and their derby outfit was kind of “cutesy”, a lot of pink and hearts on it, and this fighter was sorta short with a bit of a baby face, and they were actually wearing the correct skating gear, like the knee pads and helmet

And they had the worst anger issues of the group

Their design was meant to be misleading to startle people when this character suddenly lunged at them with the anger of 1000 suns and a bat they used to beat the shit out of people

They were a part of a roller derby group who had beef with an ice skater group (because there’s no wheels on ice skates) but I can’t remember anyone from their group 😭

Anyways this character stood out for their anger issues and their (almost) undefeated fight record, they fought their way to number 3 top fighter out of hundreds of fighters

Above them, and the breakers of their record, is the top 2 fighters who are on a completely other level from everyone else, like yeah there’s a ton of group fighters, but none quite like these two who fight like an extension of each other (because they started off as Soul Eater ocs) and they’re also amazing fighters in their own right

Their names are Grim & The Reaper, they like to fight with people about their names (“Shouldn’t it be “The Grim & Reaper” so it can be like “The Grim Reaper”?” “No. Fuck you. I’m “The Reaper,” and they’re “Grim.””)

The Reaper goes by he/him pronouns, is a tall dude with a skeleton crop top and a large coat that looks like a cloak, has an easy going attitude, is a chatterbox, and likes to mess with the derby character from before, as The Reaper uses an actual hover board and it makes the derby character so mad that they don’t have actual wheels, he also uses a scythe to fight (he used to be a scythe when he was a soul eater oc)

Grim goes by they/them pronouns, has built up their reputation to be mysterious and visibly scary to people (they’re actually just nonverbal most of the time and if people are too scared to talk to them then they don’t have to talk), they’re on the shorter side and built like a wall, I forget what wheels they used to have, but their thing had actual wheels so they get along with the derby character, and they have spiked gloves to fight with (if I remember correctly, they also used to be a weapon and them and The Reaper would just keep switching places in battle to make it harder to fight), they also got the all black clothes going on

Now for the two characters I only vaguely remember: the leader of the ice skaters, and the character on that scooter with 3 wheels

So, again, the roller derby character wasn’t the leader of their group, but they were the best fighter, and so the leader of the ice skaters would target them, and I think they were sorta the opposite of the derby fighter? Like they were tall and lanky, and instead of a fiery anger they had a cold type of anger to them

And then 3 wheels scooter guy, I think they were mostly a part of the group for street cred so they hardly ever fought, had kind of a lazy attitude, and would always scoot in to fights v late when they were almost over with a cold drink in hand, is also a self declared friend of the derby character? (Derby character does not claim them as a friend)

God so much info lost, but at least Derby, Grim, and The Reaper made it!

Again, Ty so much for asking!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Edit: also, the derby character was bi, Grim & The Reaper were married to each other, and the ice skater might’ve focused on the derby character because they had a crush on them?

#no fandom #my ocs #a.k.o.w. (ass kickers on wheels)#anon #ask #ask box #love you anon ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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tweakerist · 11 months

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so i got an ask about the minor background relationship thats gonna be included in nyi saying that they're gonna stop reading nyi because they don't like the pairing. im not gonna answer to the ask because i feel like i have to make a general post about it since i have a few things to say that i think anyone who reads nyi should know, so here it is.

first of all, i wanna make it clear that i completely understand. if anyone ever finds that my writing isn't up to their standards or personal preference, then it's completely okay to move on from it, it's always up to the reader to decide if they want to keep supporting my fics or not. i'm not putting a gun to your heads and forcing you to like what i do, you can walk away whenever you feel like it, my feelings won't be hurt (unless you're rude about it) and even then, i got a thick skin and i promise you i'll live lol

now, regarding this particular ask. sadly for you, anon, yes, the pairing that's gonna happen (as i mentioned before in an older ask, it'll be in the background and it'll only be implied) is in fact style (stan and kyle) and i understand if you really hate that concept so much that you think you can't keep reading just because crumbs of it will be sprinkled in. sure, it's sad to know that it's such a big deal breaker for you, but everyone has things they like and things they don't like and that's fine. i do hope that, in the future, maybe you'll give my writing another chance. this is all i have to say if your intention was to let me know that you no longer support nyi.

however, im autistic and reading between the lines is kind of hard for me sometimes, so just in case, if your intention was to stop me or try to persuade me not to include this storyline in nyi, unfortunately, i'll have to say no.

i think it's clear to see (or at least i hope that it's clear to see lol) that i tend to prioritize personality traits and character development over having big, convoluted plots, it's kind of my guilty pleasure ngl, and believe it or not, even tho nyi isn't written down completely, i have been planning this fic for a while, and everything i want to include in it has already been set.

when i decided that stan was gonna have a part in nyi, or literally any other character that isn't craig, you'll see that their actions that are described in detail are always related to craig and the impact they have in HIS life. take this for an example, in case i'm not explaining myself correctly, when stan quits his job at nebula records, he has a personal reason for it that i know of (because i plan to write a different fic from his point of view) but you, the reader of nyi, you're completely unaware of why he does it, and you only know what craig knows, which is that he now has a job at a record shop thanks to stan quitting. that's it. you see stan, you read his name and you know the role he plays only in regards of how his own decisions affect craig's life. so, that's exactly how everything else will unfold regarding any character that isn't craig himself! i can assure you, nyi won't deviate from its own plot, it won't sideline craig and tweek's story to prioritize stan and kyle or anyone else for that matter.

so, why am i so insisting on this pairing happening if the focus will only be in craig (and tweek)? well, for now all i can say is trust me, you'll have to see for yourself when it happens, but i can tell you this, if i decided to include it in nyi, then it has a purpose, which means, as i've explained before, that it will have a significance in craig's life in one way or another.

#nyi fic #sorry for the rant #i just needed to get it off my chest

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND IT’S LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER

author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :’( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN I’ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing 😭

word count :: 3.3k

every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe it’s because the day is convenient for you or perhaps it’s because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...

HAHA it’s got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)

today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread

it’s stupid, you know it is but... you think you’ve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!

and who is him you may ask?

levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card

levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesn’t look like a levi you’d like to think your crush isn’t stealing someone’s identity so you believe that it’s his real name

anxiously fiddling with your basket you’re beginning to think this was a horrible idea

the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although he’s not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred

levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesn’t look mad... just bored?

“ma’am. this is an ackermart i don’t think it’s appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.”

the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasn’t a warning THIS sure was

she stomps off when she realises levi isn’t kidding and you think you’d feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it

“next customer.” levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone

“cash or card?” he asks plainly.

you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with “cash”

you’re clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you don’t hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself

but even then you’re still unsure what it is he’s said????

looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now you’re even more confused

faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak

“um, i guess your hand is nice? it’s pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.”

“i was asking for your cash?” he says and now you look at his palms in mortification

gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money

“oh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? i’m-”

he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. “you’re not making much sense peaches.”

“pe- peaches??” you repeat. no way you’ve heard that correct

levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags

“you must love em.”

“i, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...” um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?

OH YEAH

“FRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!” you say rather proudly

“...cool. i guess.” levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out

he doesn’t seem mad but he’s definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are

hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car

there’s always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!

okay so.

it is officially next time.

actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home

but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesn’t like a good pickup line or two??

the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm aren’t too heavy so you aren’t too worried about having to wait in the line

for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you don’t even exist

you are not casper the ghost

also casper is a little boy and you definitely aren’t a little boy

finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but he’s STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.

“can i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?” the stranger asks suddenly

so that’s what this is, he’s simply taken an interest in you

my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and you’d rather say no

“oh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!” you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived

“i saw you in the parking lot.” ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking

“c’mon i’m offering to buy your shit too?”

his voice is raising and you’re not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made

the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around

“do you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? it’s getting dark out.” levi’s comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened

“i’m good :-)” you say shaking a little. you’re unsure if it’s the cold or the fact you still haven’t completely calmed down

“you sure peaches?”

“i haven’t bought any peaches this time.”

“you’re still peaches to me.” your cheeks flush at his confidence

wait, maybe this is your chance. you’re the last person in his line and they’re closing up for the day so...

“could you walk me to my car?”

and to your surprise even before you can take back what you’ve said levi agrees

it stays like that for a while.

every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together

like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) you’ve learnt about his hobbies (he’s a decent cook), you’ve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.

to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesn’t say a word about it

“is that all you’re checking out?” you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face

looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week

god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge

levi who’s sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isn’t entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you can’t really tell

BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you aren’t one to give up this easily

for the record you don’t harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but he’s either really dense or doesn’t care

his expression does you no favours, you can’t tell what he’s thinking half the time

“you’re always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those they’re no good for you.”

warmth blooms in your chest. he’s just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering

“i- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)” twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck

if anything is a dead give away it’s your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasn’t picked up on it

“so you wore purple today?” his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately

“oh yeahhhh-”

“did i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?” he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile

he looks so ?!|>\€|^ pretty ?!/)/&

wait?? yellow??

“didn’t you say purple?”

“no?” he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit

“maybe i did but no it’s really yellow.” he says as he hands you your bag

nodding your head you smile “yeahhhh sure it is.”

damn, now you’re going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? that’s a deal breaker right there??

update

it’s been two weeks!!

and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)

it’s been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going

you don’t know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your boss’ children but that’s what the last week has entailed

being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and you’re ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart

not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest he’s the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! you’ll be able to see him today at least

walking in through the entrance you’re met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him

“so you didn’t come last week...?”

it’s weird for him to ask that, after all you don’t really speak to anyone here apart from levi, you’re surprised you’re enough of a regular to be known by name

“oh i didn’t think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what boss’ are like.” groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display

“i didn’t notice it. boss man did.”

“boss man?” you ask feeling out of loop

“levi.” connie answers as he hops into the backroom

????

isn’t he just a cashier??

“you still look confused.” connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringle’s tubes

“levi’s the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.”

at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you

there’s no way connie is being serious

“good one.” you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand

“i’m not kidding?”

turning around you give him a skeptical look

he sighs and shakes his head.

“listen. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when he’ll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!”

“who said i like-”

“anyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.” he’s rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now

“i... did i make it that obvious??” you’re directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can

“yeah. very. at least levi wasn’t as bold.”

“i think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesn’t like me.”

connie gives you an “are you fucking with me?” look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves

“he was worried sick when you didn’t come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.”

“maybe i’m just his favourite customer?”

“favourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.”

playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees he’s fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof

“please... i’ll get free barbecue if i win the bet and i’m kinda broke rn :-(” okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesn’t like you then you can move on!!

“i’ll think about it.”

before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a “see you next time!” over your shoulder.

by the time you’ve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. you’ve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think you’ve collected just enough courage to ask for his number

looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. he’s probably going to say no and you’re going to look like a huge loser.

right as you’re about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat

“hi!” you wave at him

“...hey!” he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place

placing your basket in front of him he eyes what you’ve got

“hm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.” the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?

his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates

“a gift for a friend? didn’t know you had those?” he teases as he scans the barcode

“gift for a crush!” you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card

levi doesn’t respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock

“good luck.” he murmurs under his breath he’s not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes

“you okay?” you ask worrying about his mood

“yeah, yeah. great.” he’s quieter than usual.

the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you can’t tell if this is a good or bad response.

just as he’s about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him

“no i don’t need those.”

he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts

“don’t tell me you’re chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.” he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile

there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.

no way.

is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?

taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated

“he keeps giving me mixed signals.” you say hoping he catches your drift

“give him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. don’t even say anything.” his advice would be great if he weren’t the guy you were trying to confess to in real time

nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi

“are you serious?” he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes

great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesn’t like you, obviously he doesn’t like you, why would he like you?

without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isn’t even feasible in your mind

at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???

god, you probably look like a creep

the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you

“please wait up.” he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief

turning you see him savour the air

is this the part where he confesses he likes you too or—

“your receipt you forgot it.” he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm

oh.

fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores

this.

is.

the.

worst.

moment.

of.

your.

life.

“open it.” he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves don’t let you find comfort in it

you grimace as you fold it open, you’re imagining he’s charged you an extra £100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if that’s the case you’ll die on the spot

but instead your eyes light up in joy. you’re pleasantly surprised

...

inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline

hello??

HELLO.?.!/)£ HIS NUMBER???

“if you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.” he’s the one who’s now scratching at his neck and you find that he’s endearing this way

the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows aren’t furrowed as they usually are

you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out

“I WIN!!! HA BBQ’S ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.”

you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.

well...

you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??

:-)

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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Can you write something like Tom was just shopping around and spotted reader in a book store because she’s a really big good nerd and he just thought “ wow she’s so pretty” but Tom never made the move until reader noticed that he started coming around the library more often

THE LIBRARY

Pairing- Tom Holland x reader (ft. Harrison Osterfield)

Summary- Yet another love story started in the library. Yours..

Warnings- none (Not me smiling the entire while time writing it)

REQUESTS OPEN | MASTERLIST

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"The planes looked like distant pinpoints at first, and the few who saw them took them seriously even up to their moment when they dropped their payload. An army private.." you mumbled as you read your book. The page of your notebook was now shrinking as you started recording your notes in them. With your glasses comfortably sitting on your nose, your eyes scanning through the pages of your book, you finished another assignment.

"Three down, two to go" a smile crept on your face as you stacked your assignment notes and stapled them together. Your chair made a screeching sound as you got up to put the book your were reading earlier in its place and grab a new one.

Before starting the same saga of flipping through the pages and reducing the life of your notebook, you decided to take a break for five minutes. After around three hours or so you slipped your glasses away from your face. Your glasses on the other hand did not like being woken up so they left two marks on either side of your nose. You rubbed out those marks so they would blend in your skin. Looking outside the glass window, there it was. The departure of the sun painted the sky in hues of orange and red. On concentrating on the view for long enough, you saw you reflection staring back at you. All you could see was a nerd who somewhere was lost within pages of a book on a shelf no one was interested in reading anymore, little did they know that the book had so much more to offer.

"Are you done?" Harrison grunted . While he stood outside a store, Tom was busy flirting with the cashier as she scanned the price tag for all of his clothes. "In a minute" Tom answered back and Harrison scoffed at how long Tom's one minute can be. Finally after a busy shopping trip which by the way was supposed to be a grocery shopping, Tom and Harrison were headed back to their dorm.

"Wanna stop for a coffee? You look tired." Tom questioned after he saw a coffee shop on the curb. After the exhausting shopping trip and waiting for hours, Harrison was not able to say no to the refreshing offer. So there he was standing in a que while Tom sat on the chair nestled between the shopping bags. "So much for me being tired" Harrison scoffed.

Tom was busy updating his Instagram page with the mirror selfies that he had taken earlier. But how could he say no to the beautiful sunset before him, he had to capture it. As his camera opened on the screen of his phone and while he adjusted the position, he titled his head to get a better view. A better view of you.

Somehow as he adjusted his camera, the lens caught you. He looked at you with wonder in his eyes. The way you looked at the sunset as if it was your only escape from the world, how the strands of your hair beautifully adorned your face. He had found the pretty girl who was once lost within the pages.

"Now don't tell me you wanna go to the library." Harrison exclaimed as he settled the coffee mugs on the table. "Who is she?" Tom blurted out. "Who is who" Harrison's eyes scanned the entire café. Tom looked at Harry and held his head and turned it in your direction. "Oh that's Y/N. She is in our college." he informed. "Yeah our college is the only college in this area bud" said Tom.

"Let's go home. We have assignments to submit." explained Tom. Harrison looked at him with wide eyes. "YOU want to go complete your ASSIGNMENTS?" he enquired. "Yes we might have to visit the library too." Tom said as he stole a glance at you. Harrison saw that and he smiled in content that Tom was going to library because of you not his so called assignments. "As long as you don't go crazy." murmured Harrison.

The next few days, something felt weird. You could feel somebody's gaze on you which was very rare. Why would someone look at you. Deciding it to ignore it for a couple of days, you somehow two weeks.

"Why won't you go talk to her?" Harrison finally asked Tom. He was done with the games Tom was playing. Tom came to library every single day, sat there for hours looking at you but he never made a move. "I can't just go to her!" screeched Tom. The sudden high pitched sound attracted the librarian. "You can't go talk to her?" scoffed Harrison. That's it, he knew his friend was going crazy.

After contemplating his life's decisions and endless debate, he finally got up and walked towards you. "Hello" he whispered. The noted that you were writing suddenly stopped as you rose your head towards him. "Hi?" you said. He could practically melt at your honey voice but he set it aside for some other day. "I am Tom." he said awkwardly. Never in his life as he ever been this shy before. "My name is Y/N. Please have a seat. I am not punishing you for staring at me for the past two weeks." you said effortlessly which surprised you.

At his embarrassment you chuckled and watching you chuckle bought a smile to his face. Harrison watched with adoration in his eyes as he watched his friend's eyes turn into crescents when he talked to you. He smiled at the way a love story unfolded in front of his eyes.

Thats when he knew, "He is not crazy, by God he is whipped."

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A/N: Oh man..I get such wonderful requests that somehow manage to bring a smile on my face. My dear anon thank you so much for making my day 100x better. I hope this fic does justice to your request. 😊

The requests are open so go ahead and send me your plots. 💌💌

REQUESTS OPEN

Code Girls: The Untold Story of the American Women Code Breakers of World War II by Liza Mundy. [The book that I quoted earlier in the fic. Its a wonderful book on American Women. For those who love History do go check it out, you wont be disappointed. Its available on kindle.] 🥳

Love yourself...you are worth it ❣❣

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Oooh gosh Ummm Ace 81, 2, 62! She/her pronouns and third person...? Thank you I hope I sent this correctly!

Finally! The last Fluff(t)ember piece is out! Like with the kinky event, this one is closed by yet another record breaker. This time it’s Ace who also gathered the impressive number of 7 (sic!) requests!

And I’d love to thank you, Anon, because I was WAITING for someone to snatch it for Ace!

EDIT: Since I’m not comfortable with writing reader inserts in 3rd person anymore, I have edited text for 2nd person.

Character: Ace Reader: female (suitable for trans readers) Word count: ~650 CW: none

Tickling on back and shoulders woke him up from a slumber. Ace was laying face down on the deck, the back of head and nape covered by the hat, but most of his body naked and left on the mercy of the sun. And someone’s overly curious, playful fingers were moving up and down his spine. It felt good. But also tickled. He couldn’t decide if he should roll and shoo away the intruder or let you—because he knew it was you, he could recognize your touch even in much deeper sleep—continue. It truly felt amazing, even with the cost of some muffled giggles and muscle spasms. He could kill for that gentle touch of your fingertips.

No wonder it quickly lulled him back to the semi asleep state: the warmth, the caress, the rustle of your clothes as you moved closer. Something else touched his skin; something cold and a bit…hard? He couldn’t focus enough to decipher what it could be. It soothed the tickling as it scratched him; he shamelessly arched to get it closer to the itchy points, earning a giggle from you. No mercy was shown, the backscratcher moved only as you wanted. Ace whined as it passed a few crucial points. He reached back to serve himself—and his fingers touched something wet and a bit sticky.

“Wha?” He cracked an eye open and gave his hand a look. It was stained with something black. “Y/N, what the—”

More giggles escaped your lips as the scratcher moved forward, towards his shoulders this time. Still submerged within dreams, Ace’s brain was processing slowly. What you were doing to him? Why did he have something spilled on his back?

Don’t tell me she is—

He leaped to sitting position, his head a bit dizzy from the sudden switch. You wrtr next to him, squatting and holding a marker in your hand.

“Did you—” Ace did his best to look behind him and spotted lines drawn on his shoulders and back. “I can’t believe it. Y/N!”

You were in fits, your whole body shaking as he tried to reach all of the marks you left on his body. While he was squirming and whining, you reached towards his face and drew another line, from the tip of his nose towards cheekbones.

“Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?” He huffed as the marker was staining his face. “This ain’t funny!”

“You look like an idiot.” You showed him tongue. “Well, more than usual.”

He tackled you on the deck. In assist of your giggles you rolled all over the place; Ace trying to grab your hands and stop your artistic efforts, you doing your best to smear the marker all over him. Finally, he pinned you underneath and won the marker. With an ugly smirk of satisfaction, he attacked. Soon, you were covered in similar manner: ugly drawings all over your cheeks, neck, even the neckline and hands as you were trying to fight him back. A few times you managed to, some new symbols appeared on Ace’s chest, but as the stronger one he eventually had it his way.

“You’re an asshole.” You were still giggling, wriggling to get away from the marker.

“You started.” He playfully nibbled along your jawline. A few peppered kisses later your lips met. Despite the bitter taste of marker on them, you both enjoyed the kiss, from time to time interrupted by your giggles.

But as soon as he let you go, you quickly snatched the marker—and the fight erupted anew.

Marco and Izo were watching you two from the upper deck, both of them enjoying the cute view.

“Ah, youth.” Izo smiled indulgently. “Sometimes I wish I could have this much energy.”

“Oh, believe me,” Marco chuckled, “You don’t want to be in their place right now.”

“Why so?”

“Bet no one told them yet that it’s a permanent marker.”

#one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #ace x reader #ace imagine #portgas d. ace #bas writes #flufftember 2020 #female reader

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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from NYC to DC

request: I was hoping to request a Barbra x reader where the reader and him have a really bad break up (honey make it angst asf I’m in the mood for that atm lmao don’t know why ) and they transfer because of it to NCIS (ouuuu cross over ) and they are happy and with her son/daughter.

author’s note: anon, again, thank you for your request!!! i hope you’ll have as much fun as i had writing this! that’s definitely not how i pictured it at first but inspo kept coming along the way!! maybe... just maybe, if you guys want it, i could make this a series... if you’re interested :)

words: 4,840

warnings: making out, slight smut, betray, cheating

tags: @averyhotchner

6 weeks.

6 weeks since you and your husband hasn’t been intimate. And it was way too long for you.

You and Rafael had been together for almost 9 years, married for 5, with a 4 years old little boy. Your record with any sexual activity was 3 months and to be fair, it was after you gave birth to Eduardo.

It’s been 6 weeks now, you had no idea why and you couldn’t wait another day. When you arrived at the office, you let your boss know you were taking your afternoon off. There’s nothing your team can’t take care of, so he agreed.

Right after, you texted your mother-in-law Lucia, asking her if she could take Edu for the night, maybe until Sunday. The plan was not to leave the bed and your husband’s naked body until you had to.

Before going home, you stopped to buy some lingerie. Tonight needs to be perfect, and what’s better than surprising your husband with new spicy lingerie?

You spent the afternoon cleaning the apartment, cooking Rafael’s favorite Cuban dish and preparing yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror, with the lingerie on, wondering if you were the problem. Is he not attracted to you anymore? Obviously your body changed after you gave birth, but it never seemed to bother him before. Why now? Rafael never left you this long without touching and kissing your body, letting you know how much he loves you and wants you. Why doesn’t he do that anymore? What’s wrong with you?

A bit before 6, you texted your husband, asking what time he’s coming home. That’s something you often do, so there would be no surprise there.

Dunno, 8 maybe. He answered. But you couldn’t until 8.

Edu’s asking for you... could you make it for dinner? You sent.

Sure :)

Perfect. You made last minute prep before he got there. You curled your long hair just like he loves it, you only had mascara on, to make your blue eyes look bigger. You heard him coming home and looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. If nothing happens, something’s really wrong, you told yourself.

Rafael had a confused look on his face. His son was nowhere to find, the apartment smelled like ropa vieja. Candles were lit, and a bottle of wine was waiting on the coffee table. “Y/N?” He called.

“Hey handsome!” You emerged from the hallway, with a smile on your face. You looked gorgeous. You had Rafael’s favorite green dress on, his heart sunk. He stopped breathing for a moment.

“Wait, what day it is?” He asked.

“No particular day, Raf, don’t worry,” you chuckled and walked to him. “Just want a nice night with my husband,” you put your arms his neck and kissed him softly.

“Love the sound of that,” he smiled. “Love the smell too,” he kissed you again.

“I made your favorite,”

He laughed, “I wasn’t talking about the food. Although it does smell good. But I meant your scent,” Rafael gently kissed your shoulder and you heard him breath in your scent, “Victoria’s Secret bare vanilla,” he said, with his head hide in your neck.

“Oh! Talk dirty to me,” you chuckled. When he emerged from your neck, you took a moment to look at him, at his face, his eyes, his mouth... “I miss you, Raf,”

His eyebrows clenched together. “I’m here, amor. Always been,” he said.

“I know. I-it’s just—“ you shook your head, “Nevermind. Wine?” You offered and he nodded.

The night began well. You had small talks over dinner, Rafael enjoyed the dish you made. “It gets better every time,” he told you. But things went south pretty quickly when you took him to the bedroom. You made him sit on the edge of the bed and started to undress in front of him. “¡Coño!” You heard him. You smiled and continued the show until you were in your lingerie. “New?” He asked and you nodded.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said. He sat on his lap and started to kiss him deeply. You felt his hands on your body and gosh how you missed his touch and his kisses.

You couldn’t feel his crotch growing between your legs. You didn’t think further about it first, and you laid him down on the bed. You unhooked his belt, undid his button and put his pants down. You softly touched him through the fabric, waiting for his cock to react. Still nothing. Rafael wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was focused on the ceiling, as if he was wanting for this to be over.

“You okay over there?” You asked, a bit worried.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep going,” he answered.

You did as he said. You freed his cock and went to suck him. You did everything you usually do but nothing. There was no reaction. “Rafael? Something’s wrong?” You were already frustrated and it was getting worse.

“Lo siento, amor. I don’t know what’s happening,” Rafael sat back on the bed and put his boxer brief back on. He had a very sad look on the bed. You were lost. Is he really not attracted to you anymore? You sat in front of him, held his hand and tried to avoid the tears that were threatening to come out.

“Talk to him, my love. Do you not want me anymore?” You asked.

“No! Of course not! I do,” he interjected.

“I want to believe you but—your body says otherwise,” you said. “It never happened before, no matter how exhausted you were,”

He sighed but stayed silent. You saw a single tear running down his cheek. You closed the gap between you and your husband and hugged him. Rafael had his face buried in your chest, and you felt he was crying. “Baby, tell me what’s going on, please,” you begged.

“I’m so sorry, amor,” he cried, “so sorry,” he repeated.

“What for? Tell me,” you softly grabbed his face in your hand and forced him to look at you. “What are you sorry for?” You asked again. Still crying, he opened his mouth to talk but closed it immediately. “Rafael, please,” you begged again.

“It meant nothing, Y/N. It was a stupid mistake, one terribly stupid mistake and I feel so bad,” understanding what it was trying to tell you, you let go off his hands, taking an inch away from him. Disgust was obvious on your face. But you couldn’t say anything, this can’t be true. It can’t be happening. “Amor, I swear—“

“Shut up!” You exclaimed. There was so many things going through your mind at this very moment, you didn’t even know where to begin. Your heart was beating so fast, you swore it was coming out off your chest. Rafael tried to grab your hands but you swapped them away.

“Who?” You choked up.

“Does it matter?”

You stood up and started to put your clothes back on. “You bet your ass it does! I wanna know who that bitch is! You’ll take care of your case later! But don’t put your hopes high, you ruined our fucking marriage!”

“No, no!” Rafael interjected and jumped from the bed. He grabbed your arms to stop you from putting a sweater on. Your whole body was shaking from anger. Rafael saw something in your eyes he never saw before. Indeed, he knew he ruined the relationship. “There’s a way I can make you forgive me. It has to. We can’t—“

“We can’t what, Rafael?” You snapped. “End our relationship? Destroy our marriage, our family? I believe that’s what you did!” You pushed him aside so you could walk out of the bedroom. Rafael briefly lost his balance and found himself on the bed but he immediately went back on his feet and followed you. He grabbed you by your waist, preventing you from going further. He didn’t have time to say something, “I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid!” You weren’t really talking to your husband, but more letting your anger out, “Here I was, trying to understand what was happening. Asking myself why we didn’t have sex for weeks, thinking it was maybe my fault, that something was wrong with me, or with my body— I spent the entire afternoon preparing this night, so we could find each other again, so that it was just us. Just you and me—“ Rafael was holding you from behind, you didn’t have the strength to fight his grip. You were both crying, “I can’t believe you did this, Rafael. And for what? To empty your fucking balls?”

“I know I have no excuses,” Rafael had buried his head in your back, still holding you. He didn’t want to let go off you. He was scared that if he let you go, you would never come back. Maybe he was onto something. “I don’t know why I did it. I want to say it was because of alcohol, because I had a few drinks but, it doesn’t change anything, I know it,”

“You damn right it doesn’t,” you said, still crying. His hands were locked in your front, you took a look at his wedding band. How could he ruin your vows? Your promises?

“Please, amor,” this made you lose it. Being a federal agent makes you much stronger than him, so you didn’t struggle to get out off his arms.

“Do not ‘amor’ me, Rafael. You lost that right. You lost when you fucked that bitch. Hell, you lost it when your lips—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence. That thought of him with someone else makes you sick in your stomach. Rafael could see it on your face.

“I will do anything to make you forgive me, Y/N. I swear—“ he paused. “do you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness? Cause I’ll do it,” you saw him starting to kneel.

“Don’t even—“ you warned him and he stopped on his tracks. “We’ve been together for almost 10 years and you know me better than anyone. You know that cheating is a deal breaker,”

“Yes, I do. But—“ he tried.

“There’s no ‘but’, Rafael. I will never trust you again. I will never be able to look at you, to—kiss you or do anything, without thinking of what you did,”

“What does that mean?” He had this terribly sad look on his face, as if the world was ending. But it’s all on him. You can’t feel guilty about what you’re going to say.

“It’s over. We’re done,”

Rafael did beg for several minutes. At some point, he was getting so weak from the cries and the pain, he fell on his knees and held onto your waist. He apologized too many times you could count, he made promises, offers. He was willing to do anything so you could forgive him. But you couldn’t. Not now, not ever.

Neither of you slept that night. You couldn’t even look at him anymore. You didn’t know where to go, or what to do but you needed some fresh air. “Where you going?” Rafael asked when he saw you putting on your shoes.

“None of your damn business,” you slammed the door behind you.

After that, it all happened quickly. You did your best not to alarm your son but he noticed he wasn’t seeing his parents together anymore. You spent half your time at your best friend’s place. You focused on your job and your son, doing your best to avoid Rafael.

There was one thing you needed to know; who he cheated on you with. It didn’t take you long to figure out it was his coworker Olivia Benson. Rafael and you always made important not to mix professional and personal life, which is why you only met her a few times.

One night, you waited for her next to her car. You didn’t care she was a Lieutenant, and that you were in front of her precinct, just like you didn’t care when you saw that she wasn’t alone. Sonny Carisi was walking her to her car when you emerged from the dark.

“Mrs Barba, hey!” The detective greeted you, “if you’re looking for your husband, he’s not here. Also, what’s wrong with him lately? He’s been more annoying than usual,” he smiled.

“You’re about to find out, detective,” on those words, you didn’t think twice before throwing a punch right into Olivia’s jaw and nose. It put all your strength in it, she lost her balance and thankfully for her, Sonny caught her. Was he supposed to arrest you? What was happening? “Next time you want to screw up with an ADA, chose a single one. But don’t worry now, he fucking is,” you just said and left.

“Lieu, what do I—?” Sonny asked, confused.

“Let her go, Carisi,” Olivia answered, holding her bloody nose, “You better not say a single word about this. To anyone,”

“How’s my favorite New Yorker agent?” Tobias Fornell greeted you with a hug. All the people you work with notice that something was wrong but no one dared to ask. You met Tobias a few years ago on the job, you immediately hit it off and he became a close friend. So close that it’s in his arms that you let go your pain, and cried every tear you had left. “Not so great, apparently,” he whispered. Fornell let you cry and calm down in his arms. “Wanna talk about it?”

You explained everything during a coffee break. A part of him wanted to go find and beat the crap out of Rafael. He probably would have done it if you didn’t have a little boy with him. Edu doesn’t deserve to see his father with cuts and bruises.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked.

“I have no idea. I need some time away from New York I think. Everything here makes me thing of him and I—I can’t deal with it,”

“Will ‘some time away’ be enough? I mean—if you’re up for a big change, NCIS team is one man down,”

At first, you refused. You weren’t ready for a change that big... until you broke into tears in front of a theater on Broadway, where Rafael took you for your first date. You couldn’t stay in New York. So you called Tobias and asked if NCIS had found someone. They hadn’t.

Since the breakup, you just dropped Eduardo in front of the apartment’s door, waited for Rafael to open and immediately left. This time you got in, to your husband’s surprise. His hopes went straight back up. You asked your son to go into his bedroom for a moment so you could talk with Rafael.

“How are you?” He asked, not sure it was the right move.

“Let’s not do that. I just want to let you know I’m moving to DC. With Edu—“

“Wait, what? No, there’s no—“

“I’m not asking for your permission, Rafael. I’m telling you. You’ll see your son every time you want to, DC is just a 3 hours train ride, okay? I can’t stay here. Not only you ruined our marriage, our family but you also ruined New York for me,”

“I—I can understand that, Y/N. But DC? Can’t you move somewhere I can see my son right after work if I want to?”

“Work opportunity,” you answered.

“What if I want him to stay here with me? And that you’re the one to comes on weekend to see him?” Rafael was on papa bear mode. He starts to understand you won’t ever forgive him, and he’s willing to accept it, no matter how bad it hurts. It’s all on him. But taking his son away? That’s a total different thing.

“If that’s what you want, hire a fucking lawyer. I’m leaving next week,”

Before you left the apartment you and Rafael shared for years, the apartment where Edu spent the first four years of his life, you did something that broke his heart for good. You left your wedding band on the coffee table.

* * *

Fornell welcomed you and your son in his house until you found a place of your own. You had a babysitter on demand with Emily. Eduardo likes her a lot already.

“Who is she again?” Tony asked his boss.

“A friend of Fornell. She was a FBI agent in New York, and now she’s with us,”

“You owned him something?”

Tony quickly regretted judging you without meeting you first. He didn’t like the idea of a complete stranger joining the team, but a few hours after your arrival, he knew he was wrong. You are lovable and you know your job. “Let’s go downstairs so you can meet Abby, Ducky and Palmer,” Gibbs told you and you followed him. Never in the world you had such a warm welcoming as the one Abby gave you. “I made this for you,” she offered you a sweater, “And Fornell told me your son loves to play to dress up, so I made him--this,” she showed off a dress that looked a little gothie. “It was one of my dress that I don’t wear anymore. I made a few adjustments and hopefully, it will suit--Eduardo?”

“Yes, but everybody calls him Edu. When I call him Eduardo, he knows it’s trouble,” you chuckled and took the dress from her, “He is going to love it! Thank you so much, Abigail, you didn’t have too,”

“Wow, she called me Abigail,” she said, looking at Gibbs. “Only Ducky does. But I can get used to it, coming from you too,” she smiled.

The next day you showed her a picture of Edu wearing the dress. Indeed he was loving it, he asked to sleep with it.

As you were looking for apartment, you realized you could actually make a dream of yours come true and buy a house. Your own house. New York didn’t give this opportunity. The houses the city had to offer didn’t look like real houses to you, that’s why you agreed with Rafael on buying an apartment on Park Avenue. But this was a new life. This is the time. You started to settle up, to know how much you could loan to the bank. Considering you had to buy every fourniture, a new car, and have something to eat in the fridge, it appeared impossible. For a moment you regretted no asking for an alimony and you growled at yourself.

“Everything okay over there?” you heard Gibbs asking from his desk. It was 9pm and you and him were the only ones left.

“Why are property prices so high?” you asked and you heard him chuckle.

“That’s why I’m glad I bought my house years ago,” Gibbs stood up and walked up to your desk. “Want to buy a place?”

“I thought it could be the time, but when I see the prices, everything I have to buy and my salary--it doesn’t match,”

“No alimony?”

“Hell no. Rafael wanted to, at least for Edu, but I told him that if he wants to give money to his son, he can do it when he’s visiting and put it on his bank account,”

“Your 4 years old has a bank account?” Gibbs smiled.

“For when he’ll be older, yeah. We never know what can happened,”

Your boss took a quick look at your computer, “What about that house?” he said. You were looking for houses on sell online, you stopped on a house. Not for what it looked like but for the price.

“It’s a smoking ruin, Gibbs. I clicked on it because that’s the best I can actually pay for,” you showed him the pictures of the house.

“With some handy work, we can make something of it,” he said.

“We?”

“You, me, Fornell, and probably the rest of the team if you ask them,”

“That ain’t gonna happen,”

Turns out, the next day when you arrived in the bullpen, everyone was there, looking at the screen. “’Grab your gear’?” you said, approaching your fairly new team.

“More like ‘buy the house’,” Abby interjected. You understood and shoot a glare at your boss, who was smiling. “So--all the wood works definitely go to Gibbs, Bishop said she’s good with the painting. McGee and I can do the floors,”

“I can take care of the bathroom, I redid ours,” Jimmy spoke up.

“Autopsy gremlin--that’s very unexpected,”

You watched them talking about the house for a moment. Your new team was planning to spend many weekends working a house you haven’t buy yet. Who are those people? You only met them weeks ago, and they are acting like...a family. That thought brought so many feelings inside you. You excused yourself and ran to the ladies room. “I got it,” Gibbs said the team and joined you. Thankfully there was no lady in there. You were crying over the sink and Gibbs gently took your hand and brought you in his arms.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.

“That--what’s happening over there. It’s wrong,”

“Gonna need a little more info,”

You rise from his arms and looked at him, “There’s no way all of you are ruining your days off to help me,”

“We want to,” he spoke for everyone.

“But--why? Why would you do that?”

“Because that’s what families do, Y/N. Simple as that,” you looked down at your first, trying not to cry again.

“Rafael has been my only family, ever,” you confessed.

“Figured that out. Let us become your new family,”

You nodded, unsure of what is actually meant. “Damn you for reading my file,” Gibbs chuckled and invited you to go back to the team.

After many appointments for weeks, the house was finally yours. And on the team’s first day off after you got the keys, everyone showed up in used clothes. “Let’s get dirty!” Abby exclaimed, getting in your house. It was yours. That’s something you never thought would happen. Especially after the past months.

Ducky became the boss on that project. He made to-do lists and assigned the missions. Gibbs was in charge of the wooden floors, Bishop and Abby went painting upstairs. As he said, Jimmy assigned himself to the bathroom. Tony and McGee worked on the minor repairs, and you were the floating agent. Going where you were needed.

In the afternoon, Tobias showed up with Emily and Edu. Your son was wearing a overalls with doc martens and a baseball cap above his long dark hair. His fashion choices never stop to amaze you. “Mami!” he jumped into your arms. “Is it done yet?” he asked, excitingly.

“Oh no, baby! I told you we still have to stay with uncle Toby and Em for a while,”

You never had someone close enough to you and your son so that Edu would actually call them “Uncle” or “Aunt”. Now that’s what he’s doing with the entire team. “Can I see my bedroom?”

You took him upstairs to his future bedroom. Ellie and Abby were painting the walls. “Edu! I love your overalls,” Abby exclaimed.

“I love yours aunt Abby,”

“Wanna help the girls, baby?” you offered and Edu happily accepted. You went downstairs, helping Gibbs with the floor and your son stayed with your coworkers.

“I don’t want my room to be white!”

“Oh don’t worry, sweetie! We have to paint it white first and then you’ll choose the colors you want,” Bishop told Edu.

“Purple and green,”

“That’s an interesting mix,” Abby smiled.

“Mamiiii!” Edu came running to you, “I’m gonna have a disney wall in my room!”

“What?!”

“Aunt Ellie said so,”

You looked at Bishop who was standing right behind and she explained that she has a friend that will do it. For free. How amazing are those people.

For weeks, the entire team spent at least all their sundays working in the house. It was going really well. The house was becoming a home. Your home. Yours and your son. The guys were building the furniture you had already bought, Gibbs was taking care of the kitchen with Tobias, Jimmy was still working on the bathroom with Ducky’s help and Ellie and Abby was taking care of the final touches. Edu was having fun with Emily in the backyard.

“Phone!” everyone heard Gibbs shouting. All the phones were on the kitchen counter and Tobias checked the one that was ringing. When he saw “Rafael” written on it, he called for you. You answered and went on the porch in front the house.

“Mami and I just arrived in DC, we’re staying for the weekend. Can I pick up Edu?” Rafael asked over the phone.

“I--yeah sure. I’m sending you the address,”

You and Rafael only talk for your son. Edu told him you have a new house but Rafael doesn’t know you actually bought it. Your husband hears a lot about the team, Edu is fond of them. On one side, he likes that Edu is enjoying living in DC and the other side, he hates it. He wishes you and his son would come back. That you would forgive him from cheating on you.

For several weeks after you left, Rafael considered moving to DC too. To be close to his son obviously but also hoping it would make you change your mind, or at least realized he’s willing to do anything for you. But he came to the conclusion it was a bad idea. You moved to get away from him, he had to respect that.

Rafael and Lucia arrived in front of your house. You noticed the car through the window and told Edu his father was there. The little boy ran from the backyard to his father and his grandmother. “I miss you so much, cariño,” Rafael said, holding his son tight.

You went out of the house to greet your ex mother-in-law, “Hola mija, it’s good to see you,” she said. You hadn’t seen her since you left DC months ago.

“Papi, I have a disney wall in my room! Wanna see it?”

Rafael looked at you for approval and you gave it. The four of you walked inside the house. The first people Rafael saw, were Tony and Tim. Tony had his thumb in his mouth, “What the hell did you do DiNozzo?” you asked.

“He took his thumb for the screw,” Tim laughed and so did Edu.

“Oh, you think it’s funny, little cubano?�� Tony told your son, playfully.

“Uh-oh,” you heard Edu say. He knew he was in trouble. He started to run in the house, chased by Tony. “Sorry,” you mouthed to Rafael, who stayed silent. What the hell did he do? Not only he lost you but you changed, and his son too. He lost his family, for good. He watched his boy getting grab by a man with silver hair. The guy gave a gentle kick to the one that was chasing Edu.

“Thank you uncle Gibbs,”

“Always, my bud,”

Being his over dramatic self, Tony was on the floor, holding his stomach. “Boss has a new favorite, I’m gonna die,”

“Cause you thought you once were my favorite?” Gibbs snapped.

“Bye cruel world,” Tony said, holding his chest and pretending to die. Edu took advantages of it and jumped on the italian agent. “Okay, I’m alive again,”

You and Rafael were watching them until you felt his hand on your arm. You looked at him, “Can we talk outside, por favor?” he asked. You told Lucia to sit on a chair and you joined Rafael on the porch’s stairs. “You look good,” he started to say. “Not just physically. You look like you’re in a good place with your life,”

“I am,” you agreed.

“I’m glad. If you’re happy, I’m happy,”

“Go to the point, Rafael,”

“I’m dating Olivia,” he confessed.

“Son of a--” you exclaimed but realized the house’s door was open. “Are you fucking serious, right now?”

“Why do you care? Which one are you dating? ‘Uncle Tony’? ‘Uncle Tim’? ‘Uncle Gibbs’? Huh?”

You were furious. For many reasons. He was dating someone before you even did, and moreover, it’s the woman he cheated on you with. That’s the ultimate betrayal to you.

“One second,” you showed your finger in the air and went back inside the house. You came back a moment later, followed by Gibbs. You dragged him outside the house and stood right in front of Rafael. You took a breath and kissed Gibbs. All teeth and tongues. Right under your husband’s eyes. Your boss definitely didn’t fight you. He actually deepen the kiss, holding you by your waist, making your body arch.

Tony was the first to see it - of course - and he called Tim. They were like kids watching their dad kissing the new beautiful woman of the neighborhood. You and Gibbs broke apart when you heard Rafael calling for Eduardo.

“We will definitely talk about that later,” Gibbs told you.

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Speaking of Tien, RWBY and characters being smart... Do you recall Blake having to make a choice about giving up on her desire for revenge against Neo, and instead focusing on Cinder? And how the show portrays that as the "good choice", since Blake gave up on revenge? Blake choosing to continue fighting Neo was actually the smarter choice. Since Ruby is the only one with the Silver Eyes as a weapon against Cinder, leaving Ruby to be distracted by Neo is a actually a bad strategy.

Ruby has her silver eyes—which she notably doesn’t use until she’s literally an inch from death and despite the intense, ‘protect life’ emotions she should be experiencing right now—and Weiss already has Penny. Obviously Penny fighting Cinder carries with it some level of danger because Cinder is after the Maiden powers, but it’s also just as obvious that only a Maiden can keep up with a Maiden. Interactions like Neo vs. Cinder and Cinder vs. Raven attest to that. So Cinder vs. a Maiden + Weiss is, to my mind, much better odds than Neo vs. Ruby when Neo just killed Yang. It’s not like we can make a good case that Neo is a weak fighter (at least in this specific scene, given how vastly skills changes from episode to episode) and that Ruby, as an excellent fighter herself, will be totally fine without help. Neo just killed Yang. Ruby is completely on the defensive with her and will later require Weiss’ intervention to keep from being slashed and blown up. Even putting aside Blake thinking ahead and realizing that Ruby’s ability should be the key to defeating Cinder—which is still a great point—Yang falling into the void should have been the deal breaker long before strategy was considered. Yeah, Cinder is very dangerous too, undoubtably, but Cinder already has the Winter Maiden to contend with.

“But, Clyde, Cinder knocks both Penny and Weiss to the ground and is about to attack when Blake intervenes. They would have been toast without her!” Yeah, and this would be a very different discussion if we saw Blake make her decision because they’re suddenly vulnerable. Choosing who to help because one party is potentially about to bite it makes total sense. But as Anon says, the implication is that she’s torn and then makes her choice because… well, to be frank the scene doesn’t give a reason (which is another problem entirely), but thematically it fits RWBY’s track-record to read it as an anti-revenge message. The writing wants to emphasize that Blake is not Adam, despite the fact that her revenge situation is in no way comparable to his. Putting the huge difference in morals aside, here the villain Blake wants to take out is also the villain she should take out, potentially saving Ruby’s life, freeing up her eyes, and making it so they can all focus on dealing with the Maiden.

It’s like basic video game strategy: take out the grunts first before focusing on the boss, that way you’re not stupidly killed from sideline fire or some AOE lol.

More seriously though, when that episode concluded and the fandom immediately started theorizing that Blake would upgrade her semblance, I was excited for that. Granted, I think I may have criticized the arc’s dependence on those sudden upgrades, but at least Blake’s would have made the most sense. It’s ridiculous that Ruby doesn’t understand her own power and what it can do, but Penny does. It in no way made sense for Ren to be furious over the mistakes his teammates have made and then suddenly be able to see feelings because he realized the Ace Ops lost their fight because they don’t love each other. And while not semblance related, Salem is briefly defeated from the cane power that equally came out of nowhere. None of those moments were written well, but comparatively Blake’s upgrade would have been great. We’ve established that most semblances unlock due to extreme, dangerous circumstances that highlight some sort of need: Nora is struck by lightning (don’t die) Ren is about to be attacked by grimm (also don’t die) Jaune watches Weiss collapse (don’t let someone else die), etc. So it would make internal sense for semblances to likewise upgrade that way.

Blake is in a life-or-death situation. She has a need to be in two places at once. Her semblance is already the ability to create clones of herself that can move independently and take hits for her. So now, that upgrades into clones with far more independence, allowing Blake to help all her teammates at once and perhaps even giving us a clone vs. illusion sub-fight.

It seemed so obvious to me that this would happen. Admittedly, if it had there would have been other things to say about, for example, the story continuing to circumvent the characters having to make hard choices, so I do like that Blake chose here. She just arguably chose wrong. Regardless of whether viewers agree with each specific example, it would be great if Volume 9 allowed the team to think over that fight and grapple with the mistakes they made there, leading to their current predicament. The got to that island because of a very long line of bad choices and the characters’ development doesn’t have anywhere to go if this entire, massive tragedy is shrugged away with, “Those dastardly villains, huh? Too bad they bested us. But at least we did everything we could and things would definitely be worse if we hadn’t made those exact choices.”

Basically, it won't be good if we get Yang’s position from out in the snow with Ren again, only now with “Tons of people are dead,” “Atlas is destroyed,” “An entire Kingdom is displaced,” and “We died” are tacked onto the list of supposed inevitabilities.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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