#I'm sorry for yelling but gods fucking damn please I'm tired of seeing this shit

[shinychxndelure]

Healing takes time, healing takes time, healing takes time, HEALING TAKES TIME.

DOPPO AND HIFUMI HAVE ONLY KNOWN JAKURAI FOR WHAT'S PROBABLY A YEAR AND A HALF, MAYBE TWO AT MOST. Stop saying Jakurai isn't helping them just because they're not magically fucking healed in the relatively short amount of time they've all known each other. I know Jakurai isn't faultless, I'm not defending everything he's done but for gods sake.

[jenzcoxg]

NCT DREAM (00 line): When you moan their name in your sleep

WARNINGS: All scenarios include smut.

Renjun

Renjun wouldn't really know what to do or what to say. He would be reading a book because he wasn't really as tired and you. The book is some spicy novel he bought the previous day, he thought he should get a book because he doesn't really read often. Earlier tonight, you and Renjun went to a party. The party was boring af but it seemed to wear you out. "Renjun" you moan. "Yes?" He asked. You didn't answer. all you said was "Renjun~" This time is sounded more like a whine then a moan. "You okay baby?" He asked then tapping your shoulder. Still no response. "Fuck right there!" You yelled. Renjun realizing what was happening, he groaned. "Renjun?" You ask, awake now that he accidentally elbowed you. "Babe~, you were dreaming of sex!" He said in a groan. "How do you know?" you ask. "You were moaning OUT LOUD!" "IM SORRY! I CANT HELP YOU LOOKED SO FINE AT THAT PARTY! I wanted to get your attention but you were to busy talking to your friend! So I went and talked to this random guy I found and danced with him to get you to pay attention to me!" You admit more of what you wanted to say. "Please don't be mad" you whine. "Oh your getting it now missy."

Jeno

Jeno was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, washing his face. You know, basically his night routine. He put the towel back on the shelf, and that's when he heard it. "Oh my God, Jeno!" He thought you were hurt, so he ran into the bedroom. "Y/n! Baby! what happened?!" him yelling startled you. "AHH! WHAT THE FUCK JENO? I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP!" You yelled at him thinking he was schizophrenic. "Are you okay? I thought you were hurt!" He asks, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Jeno, I'm not hurt." "What?" "I think you heard something else..." You said with frown. "What are you talking about?" He asks. "I was-" you tried to say before he cut you off. "YOU WERE HAVING A WET DREAM?" "YES! Bro I can't help that you looked so good in those grey sweatpants!" You said to him, avoiding eye contact. "Oh! You could have just said you wanted me." "Fine! I want you!" He smirked "I want you too baby."

Haechan

Haechan is a light sleeper so the second he hears your voice he wakes up. "Haechan" His eyes open, he turns to you and looks the other direction before closing his eyes once more. He wasn't sure if it was you or a noise in the house that woke him. "Haechan" you moaned a bit louder this time. Again, Haechan"s eyes were wide open, he turned to you "Hm?" thinking you were awake, he hummed again, but louder, incase you didn't hear him, he was loud enough for you to hear him. "Haechan? Are you okay?" you ask, "Do you want something? You've said my name alot." Haechan said, adjusting his position to see you better. "Oh shit." "Wait a damn minute, did you just have a wet dream?" you cover your face in embarrassment. "You just did!" Haechan said while laughing. "Okay maybe I did. But, I bet it would be way better if the real Haechan was fucking me" Haechan smiled at your words "Bet."

Jaemin

Jaemin was playing his game. He was on a call with his friends as well. He was so close to getting a kill, when all the sudden, "Jaemin~" It sounded like a whisper, but Jaemin still heard it. It caused Jaemin to die in his game. It was really quiet in the room. All you could hear was Jaemins friends yelling at him through his headphones. "Yes, baby?" He didn't hear a response. "Baby-?" "Oh god, Jaemin!" He got cut off by you moaning once again. "Y/n? What's wrong, baby?" Jaemin lightly tapped your shoulder. He woke you up, causing you to groan. "What?" you asked, unhappy that he woke you up. "You were saying my name like, 200 times." Jaemin said, making you gasp. "Oops." You covered your mouth. Jaemin raised a brow at you. "What? Wait?" Jaemin sat down next to you. "You were dreaming about me!" Jaemin started to laugh. "Yes! Jaemin, I was gonna ask if you could fuck me but you were playing your game!" Jaemin got on top of you. "Well, what are you waiting for? Ask."

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AUTHORS NOTE: Hi guys!!! Thank you for reading. I will try to post sometime again this month. Please ask anything!

- @jenzcoxg

[the-froschamethyst4]

The Way of a HouseHusband

𖤐Pairing: Househusband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, smut, flirting, kissing, fingering, eating out, dick sucking, married couple, language, breadwinner Y/n

Price stays home to do the household chores for his wife Y/n, who makes the money in the household

As Price was gone from the Military but was still on call just in case, his life now is shopping, cleaning and pleasing the misses

He treats Y/n like a Queen, she’s sick? Everything is paused so Price can take care of her I mean in his wedding vows he did say he’ll drop everything just to treat her like a Queen

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7:00AM

John Price, the househusband for his wife Y/n. They've been married to each other for 6-7 years, once Price left the Military. He vowed to always take care of his wife no matter what, if she was sick, he'd drop everything to take care of her.

He makes her breakfast, lunch, and dinner just for her. He loves her so much, if he was water and she was fire, he would still love her.

Price had woken up from his deep sleep and went downstairs, he was shirtless and had gray sweatpants on that hung low on his hips. He grabbed his '#1 Cook' apron and put it on his body to make Y/n's breakfast for her.

He was going to make her favorite and also make her lunch in the process. He set her plate on the table and also placed her lunch box on the counter for to grab once she's ready.

"SHIT I'M SO LATE! I'M LATE, I'M LATE, HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!" Y/n yelled as she came down the stairs still buttoning her shirt.

"Woah hey, hey, little mamas, calm down, he won't do anything, not while I'm around," he chuckles and helped her get ready for work.

"You don't understand Price, last time I was late, he threatened to fire me," she was panicked and was fixing her hair and Price was trying to fix her clothes, so they looked nice and neat.

"Well, he won't if I'm there," he said, while looking down at her.

"What does that mean?" She asks and he only chuckled. She grabbed her heels and purse; she kissed Price's lips and left the house.

"Have a good day, honey," Price yells from the kitchen and he heard the door shut. He just hummed and looked at the table not seeing his breakfast touched.

He let out a sigh and grabbed some tubber ware and put the breakfast in it. He puts the lid on it and then turned and saw her lunchbox still on the counter.

"SHE FORGOT HER LUNCH!!" He yells, he quickly removed his apron, and went to go find a shirt and some shoes and got in his car and drove to Y/n's work.

Y/n got to her cubical and sat down in it, she rested her hands on her stomach after she felt it grumble.

"Ah man...hey Beth, do you know if the lounge has any donuts or anything?" Y/n asked, leaning over her cubical.

"No girl, every man for themselves."

"Oh damn," she said as she sat back down in her chair and felt her stomach grumble again.

"Y/n, your husband is here," Stacy said over the intercom.

"Y/N WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LATE!!?" She heard her boss yell. She looked over her shoulder and saw him angerly stomp to her desk.

"Ummm~ s-sorry sir, I-I overslept..." she said as she stood up and played with her fingers feeling nervous.

"I overslept," he mocked her voice. "THAT IS SUCH A LAME ASS EXCUSE, I'M TIRED OF HEARING THAT EXCUSE COME FROM EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!! Y/n I swear to God, you are fi-"

"Love, you forgot your lunch and I bought breakfast since you didn't eat," Price said coming around the corner and giving her, the breakfast and lunchbox. He kissed her temple and placed his hands on her waist. "Oh, is this the boss?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah...P-Price this is M-Mr.Williams, my b-boss, Mr.Williams this is my husband, John," she stutters. John knows Y/n well, when she stutters it means something just made her embarrassed, scared or uncomfortable.

"What was...going on? I heard yelling not too long ago," he says, while looking at her boss.

"I was...I was just telling my staff how much I appreciate them."

What a fucking lie and Price knew it was too.

"Really then...what were you going to tell my wife?"

"T-That she is-"

"Fired?"

"No, no, NO! I was going to say you are fire, like she's so cool, that I'm glad she is part of my staff." Lair.

"Oh really, I'm glad..." Price had an unamused looked on his face. "Well since you think she's 'fire' then...why did you threaten to fire her if she was late again?"

"I was joking," Price can be scary if he wanted to, but all Price was doing was looking annoyed and it made Mr.Williams scared because no one faces him like Price is doing.

"Yeah, right. If you ever threated my wife with some sort of nonsense again....I will come down here personally and beat you into a pulp, do we understand each other?" Price asked.

Mr.Williams quickly nods his head. "Yes, I understand, I understand perfectly."

"Good...now leave my wife alone, you'll only address her if you need something not to bitch to her about her lateness...that ALSO goes for everyone else in this business, you will not address them to bitch at them for their mistakes, you will address to them if you need something."

"I understand," Price just chuckles before kissing Y/n's temple again.

"Thank you, handsome..." Y/n said as she kissed his lips.

"I'll see you later, little mama," he says before walking away. "Bye-bye everyone, bye-bye Mr.Williams." Price teased and Mr.Williams just nodded his head as he understood.

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11:40AM

Price was now cleaning around the house; he was back in his original attire from this morning. No shirt and sweatpants.

He cleaned the hard wooden floors, the counter tops, and dusted everything. He hummed a soft tune and thought about Y/n, he mainly was thinking if he embarrassed her at work today?

He was only trying to protect her; he wasn't trying to embarrass her for no reason.

"Should I apologize?" He asked himself. "No, she would have told me to leave when I started talking..."

Price just looked at the clock he has 4 hours before Y/n comes back home for the day. He still needed to go get groceries for dinner tonight.

He finished up cleaning and grabbed his shirt, shoes and keys. He went to the local grocery store and went to go get his ingredients for dinner tonight.

He wanted to treat Y/n.

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3:00PM

Y/n pulled into the driveway, she rubbed her tired head and opened the front door. Once she stepped into the house, she was hit with the best smell ever.

She came around the corner of the kitchen and saw her husband making dinner for her. He was moving swiftly around the kitchen fixing her the perfect Dinner she's ever had while being with him.

"John?"

"Love, welcome home, I didn't hear you come in, I'm just almost with dinner," he says, she sets her stuff down and sat down in her usual spot.

She smiled when she saw him start to plate everything. He set Y/n's down first and then his.

"Price, what is it?" She asked him with her usual sweet smile.

"I saw Ghost post it on Facebook (he would use Facebook tell me I'm wrong) a couple nights ago and I figured I should make it for you one day, and I thought today would be perfect, you know since...I embarrassed you at work."

"Embarrassed me? You didn't embarrass me, Price. I was actually so happy to see you come in, I knew you would stand up for me. I try to do it, but I can't with Mr.Williams, he's just so mean and rude that I was scared to say something, this morning. You could never embarrass me." She smiles at him. Price felt relieved that he didn't say or do anything embarrassing.

"I'm glad, I didn't embarrass you."

"Even if you did...I could never get mad at you," she smiles.

"Good," he smiles.

Price and Y/n ate dinner and talked about Y/n's day and even Price's day. He talked about when he walked out of the grocery store, he saw a kitten and gave it some food and thought about taking it home but didn't know how Y/n would feel about it.

"I mean wouldn't mind it; I've always wanted a pet when we started living together just didn't know...how you would feel," they both laugh.

"If I see it again, I'll bring it home."

"Good."

Once they were done eating, Price cleaned the plates as Y/n went to the bedroom to go change from her work attire to some more comfy clothes.

She wore one of Price's t-shirts and just some black panties. She walked back downstairs and saw him cleaning.

"I could do it."

"No, no way, I'll do it," Price said.

"But I want to help," she smiles.

"It's fine, love, I can do it, I appetite though lovely."

"Okay," she ducked down and got between him and the sink, she looked up and kissed his jaw. She then started to move down, and she grabbed a hold of the top of his sweatpants, but Price immediately grabbed them trying to pull them back up.

"Hey, what are you doing, love?"

"I want to pleasure you."

"But that's my job," he says looking down at her face.

"But I want to you to feel good, you may always make me feel good, but now it's your turn," she smirks and grab his sweatpants again, he allowed her to pull them down, she grabbed the top of his boxers and just slightly pulled them down.

She looked at his dick, it was...soft...but Price didn't care if she saw it soft, he would get bricked up pretty easily.

She barely touched his dick and it immediately got hard. She smirks and she kissed his tip, she looks up at him seeing him fold, his hands rested on the sink, his legs spread, and he backs up just a little bit, so she could have room.

Price let out a soft moan, she wrapped her lips around his dick and then moved her hand back and forth as her tongue then swirled around his dick.

"Ah s-shit, l-love," he moans.

"Are you about to cum already?" She asks, looking up at him with such big doe eyes.

"Maybe," his legs shake a little bit.

She giggles at him and continues to suck him off, she earned so many moans and groans from him. She just smiled at up him.

"Holt fuck," he moans, he then moved his hand to the back of her head and just held her hair, letting her do the work. He felt his body jerk a bit and he ended up coming in her mouth.

She moved off his dick and showed him the cum in her mouth, she closed her mouth and swallowed, it has been a while since she sucked him off, Price mainly keeps his wife pleased that sometimes he neglects himself.

"Wow," he cups her chin making her make eye contact with him. "Now...it's your turn," he smirks.

He picks her off the floor, he pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up, he sets Y/n on the counter and pushes the bottom of the shirt up showing off her black lace panties.

He smirks and kisses her lips; his hands went to the top of her panties and pulled them down off her lower half. She moans into the kiss and Price's fingers found their way to her clit.

She moans when his fingertips touch her clit. He smirks into the kiss and slowly pushes his fingers in and out of her. She moaned into the kiss as Price then moves his fingers quickly in and out of her.

His fingers every now and then touched her spot. He felt her clench around his finger every time he hit her spot. He wanted her to cum almost immediately like he did, but he still wanted to have his fun with his wife.

He pulled his fingers out of her and pulled away from the kiss, she pants from having her breath being taken away and whined when his fingers were pulled out of her.

His face was close to her clit, he licked her wet folds and watched her immediately jerk her head back, her hand went to his hair just to hold his hair, she pulled at his hair every now and then because of how good he was making her feel.

"O-Oh my g-god," she moans. She felt herself about to cum because of him, he started to pick up pace, barring his face into his clit.

"Hmmm~ do you like it?" Price asked with a smirk as his tongue kept doing its work.

"Y-Yes," she moans. She clenches around his tongue and comes into his mouth.

"Fuck," she says as she leaned back on the counter, Price put her legs on his shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the counter.

"You never fail to taste so fucking sweet."

"I don't even have to try," she smirks.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," He picks her up and takes her to the bathroom and start up a bath for her.

[yuupotatos]

sweet tooth

warning: a lot of cussing

summary:your from Miguels universe(2099) and your a big sweet tooth and Peter B gave you a baby bottle pop from his universe

you:yellow

Miguel:Red

Peter B:blue

you were panicking you were searching for your baby bottle pop in every cabinet and in the pantry and even under the sink "NOOOOOOOOOO" Miguel who just came home with a huge headache and heard you screaming "my head is telling me your being loud as fuck,that is unless you broke a canon event that would suck" "MY BABY BOTTLE POP IS GONE YOU TWAT,CANDY!" you yelled back at him "its a special candy where its a lollipop shaped like a baby bottle with flavored powder where you dip the lollipop in and its from Peter B's dimension and for us it was made in 101 years ago and they don't make it anymore DAMN IT OH THAT CANDY IS LEGENDARY" Miguel just rolls his eyes "and?" you then look back at him angry "OH MY GOD YOU ATE IT DIDN'T YOU!" Miguel just shrugs and you get more angry "DON'T SHRUG ON ME IT WAS EITHER YOU OR JESS WHEN SHE VISITED" "Uh why would you just assume it was me?"he then goes to the couch and flop on it and goes on his phone you see a small bit of blue powder on the side on his cheek and your grab his face and turn it "im not assuming I know it was you" "oh wait your talking about candy right? yeah I guess I did eat that but it was disgusting sugary as shit" you grab your 2099 spiderman plush and it appears like your choking it "mother bitch I knew it" you then start squeezing the plushy harder "its candy miggy you knew it was gonna be sweet what the crap!!!!" he then looks over at you and sees you choking the plushy of him in his spider suit and starts feeling threatened "okay you need to relax cariño its candy not the end of the world" you then stop choking your plushy and storm off with it upstairs where you rant to Peter B about what Miguel did and start crying while hes trying to comfort you Miguel then hears you talking to someone on the phone and puts his ear to the door to eavesdrop a little "I don't know why he did that its literally candy of course its gonna be sugary as shit idk what he is on" "looks its okay dear I can just get you another one by the local gas station in my dimension no need to worry alright" you then agree and wipe your tears and you grab your plushy and start snuggling it while Miguel comes in and sits on the side of the bed "sooo..." you then just give him a side eye and then start choking your plush again "okay look im sorry I carelessly ate your candy just please forgive me and would you stop choking mini me" he then pats the plush on the head "okay maybe I'll forgive you just this once" he then sighs in relief "thank goodness I thought I was gonna die for a second" "im sorry for yelling at you I know you must be tired and you have a big headache" he smiles back at you "don't worry too much about it mi sol" you then grab your plush and start swinging around making it look like its flying "you love that plushy Jessica made you huh?" "well yeah its cute and it helps me when I'm lonely whenever your gone" Miguel smiles and just pats the plushies head again while you begin to snuggle it

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 11

Y/n pov: -next month- "Y/N" Anthony yelled "YEAH" I yelled back "Let's go we have rehearsals" he informed I mumbled a bunch of stuff none were real words I changed into this

"You look beautiful babe" he compliments "Thank you," I say "Not so bad yourself " I complimented Wee better head out now" he advised "Yeah"

"BABE" Jazzy yelled"WIFEY" I scream back "We're GONNA BE ON BROADWAY" "FAMOUS COUPLE" "LEZZZZ GOOOOOO" "MAN WHAT YOU LOOKING AT US FOR" Jazzy screamed at Ant "Shi my bad" he replied "fuh boy" she calls "yo calm down jazzy" I warn "my bad" she 'apologizes' "now say sorry" I demanded "SORRY ANT" she yells "oh um no prob-" he says before getting cut off "THAT YOUR HAIRLINES RECEDING" she cuts off "there it is" "JASMINE CEPHAS JONES" renèe yells "IM SORRY ANT" she yells we didn't believe her. so we waited [ (; ] "DAMN I SAID SORRY" she yells agitated "I forgive you" he chockes up "coo" she replies "OK LETS GET TO WORK" Lin shouts we head to the stage it was so big (a/n: shut up) ok let's rehearse first song

-2 minutes later-

"when he was ten his father split full of it depth ridden"

-2 hours later- "let's take a break" (RUN AWAY WITH US FOR THE SUMMER LET'S GO UPDATE) "I'm so tired" I tell Ant "Did you eat" he asks "Yeah..." I lie "Are you lying?" "Yeah..." I admit "Eat this apple" he demands "ok..." I eat the apple "Now let's take a nap" he suggests I fell asleep while Ant was scrolling threw insta I wake up to a nudge "Hey, hey, babe wake up" "What happened" I rub my eyes with the bottom of my fist "we gotta rehearse" I yawn and get up "I bet you could sleep forever" renèe "LIN WHAT MY RECORD" he shouts"17 hours" "WHAT THE FUCK" "I was depressed"

-After rehearsal- "SEE YOU TOMORROW GANG" Lin yells "gang?" Jazzy asks with a raised eyebrow "Aren't we a gang" Lin asks "I'd take family" Pippa suggests "DIBS ON MOM" I shout "DIBS ON DAD" Ant shouts "Aw fuck" Lin mumbles "Anyway let's head home" Chris suggests "k" we all say in unison "you wanna stay at my apartment" ant asked "sure" "nice let's go" "but you don't have a car" I bring up "yeah" he tells "uh" "..." "uh let's go I guess" I say

-at apartment-

"Nice place" I compliment "Thanks, lemme get changed"

"Gah damn" I mumble "like what ya see?" He asks with a cocky voice and smiles "Hell yeah" I say flirtatiously. he chuckled and flopped in bed "you coming" he ask "i don't have anything to sleep in" I share "you did that on purpose" "maybeeeee" I joke "go get a t-shirt and boxers" he tells "YA-I mean ok" Anthony chuckled "your cute" "so are you" (imagine how Zendaya SOUNDED and that one interview when Tom holland said she was cute) "uh oh did nervous y/n come back" he ask with a smirk "no shut up" "THAT HURT MY FEELINGS MY WORDS MATTER" "👆🏾" he started fake crying "I'm sorry you big baby" I said while hugging him "it's ok" he faked sobbed i went to get his boxers and shirt "HOW DO I LOOK" "amazing" "ant" I whispered "what" "you're blushing" "oh um sorry um shit god" "JUST KIDDING" "🖕🏼" "I love you too now come here" "what" "I wanna spoon" "ok" we spooned and at 3:00 am we got a call "ughhhhhh" "do I Answer or" "pick Up I guess" "hello" "EW" "what" "it's that Alexa girl" "ew" "bye bitch" he said before hanging up "your funny" "I know" he says before falling back asleep

-next morning-

"WAKE UP" "SHUT UP" he started whimpering (STFU) "I'm sorry" "It's ok" We get ready

"Do you think you can move in those jeans" "yeah" "ok" "let's get donuts" "FUCK YEA" "let's go" we stopped at krispey cream "can I get-" "I WANT THE BEE DONUTS PLEASE" "HOW MANY" "ALL" "a dozen" "ALL" "DOZEN" "ok pull up please" "that will be 2.99 " (I don't know how much donuts cost) "thank you" "I WANTED ALL" I huff "you can have 2" "I DESERVE ALL" "you do but you only getting 2" "ghvghgdh" "sorry babe" it's fine"

-at the theatre-

"how was y'all sleep over" "good but Alexa called ant" "ew" "yeah but ant said 'bye bitch and hung up" "what she say" "um um" "ANTHONY" "huh" "WHAT LEXA SAY LAST NIGHT" "hi freckles" "ok" "YOU LYING" "NO JAZZY DANM" "AIGHT" "anyway I slept in his clothes" "oooooooo" "did y'all...you know" "JAZZY" "what" "it's ok and no we didn't" "OK LISTEN UP WE'RE GONNA BE ON BROADWAY SO THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT SO LETS GET TO WORK" "SIR YES SIR" "har de har" "now get up here" we got up there and didn't get down for 5 hours! I was wobbly and sick "UM LETS TAKE A BREAK" (rUn AwAy WiTh tHe SuMmEr LeTs Go UpStAtE) "You good pinky pie" "Shut up dude" "I'm Sirius" "Yeah...I'm im" then it went black. I hear loud sirens "Huh what happened" "Y/N" Ant and Lin yelled while they tried to jump in they only let Lin in and said "Sir your gonna have to meet her at the hospital I just saw angry tears flow down his face "L-Lin" "yeah" "what happened" "you fainted and we're out for 2hours" "it took y'all 2hours to call the ambulance" "IT TOOK THEM 2HOURS TO COME" "Lin shut up because if they throw us out on the streets what then" he chuckled we get there I got checked out they gave me pills and a chart on how much I should eat for each meal

-after rehearsals and at home-

"Hard day" "It was ok" (bars) "Let's eat" "I'm not really-" I was cut off by an intense stare given by Lin "I'll eat" "Good don't stuff or overeat"

-on broadway- "WOO OPENING NIGHT LETS GO HOW WE FEELING" "SCARED" "AND" "EXITED" "THATS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR" "ok 45 minutes till places" "you nervous John" "No, I'm terrified" "don't be you did good off broadway" "just think of it as a bigger stage that's all it is" "just a bigger stage" he mumbled "exactly know get dressed" "I got-dressed" "ok" "oooooo updated costume?" "Yeah you should see my Phillip one" "Can't wait" "Is your mom here tonight" "Yeah she saved a seat for you and everything" Thanks babe I go find ant mom she waved me over and I sat with her and chatted about ant as a kid "oh he was so cute did you know he dimples on his butt" "no," I say giggling but not letting out the laugh I want "oh yeah he was cute the you know the baseball Super Bowl thing (I don't know what it's called or if it's even a thing😭😭) "yeah" "he loved it as kid he once pissed his pants not to miss it" "oh really" I say holding back I laugh "oh it's starting"

-After the show- "Can you show walk me backstage" "Of course" "HI BABE YOU DID SO GOOD" "THANKS babe, did you like meeting my mom" "Yep dimples" "Dim-?"He was caught off by embarrassment he went pale then red "Honey are you okay" "sí Mama que tu hablar como y/n" "You as a Child" "OK gracias" "No problema" "DONT worry I think it's cute" I say while kissing his cheek

[elliebear666]

Was none of it real?

Was it all a facade?

How could I have loved her so deeply, so wholly and entirely...? Doubt only occurring when I split, or became angry and had an outburst about something stupid.

Only for her to care so little?

I want to let go. But... I fucking can't. I cling to her desperately because she was everything. And I find other people that mean everything... but... as paradoxical as this may sound, it isn't the SAME everything.

Her everything was... autumn leaves and blue skies, followed torrential rain and thunder that shook the windows in their frames. Her everything was... dirt and pine leaves in the forest as we painted silly pictures among the trees, followed by stupid fights and jealousy and yelling.

I wanted her everything. The good and the bad. And my everything wasn't good enough. Not the deep, lasting bond of unending loyalty and love I offered. Not the poems and sweet words and passionate sex, all of them backed by a roaring fire of love and attraction and desire to make her happy.

But... I couldn't. My stupid, pathetic problems. My worthless shit. My inability to be a fucking decent person.

God I... I can't.

Please just... I want to stop caring. Please. I'm so tired of this.

I know I can't let go of words once they've been written. I was writing her into my future. An entire life. And because I was too pathetic, or unable to work, or too jealous and possessive, or needy, or emotional. I'm a crybaby, right?

Yeah. I am 😭🤧

But... all the intensity of the love I felt for you was so real. I didn't need anything from you but attention and time and love.

We could have had a relationship without sex and I would still have been madly, madly in love with her. Maybe because I needed bottom surgery. Maybe that would have changed things.

But... maybe she isn't into girls.

Maybe we weren't compatible. I just...

I couldn't have stayed Matthew for you. I'm not Matthew. I never was. But god fucking damn it I weighed my options. I've considered how I might have hid myself, just so we could have shared love.

But then... I would have been the only one giving true love.

If she ever loved Matthew... she didn't love me.

God fucking damn it. I'm so fucking sorry I'm sobbing I'm sorry I hate this. FUCK

I fucking hate you. I can't stop crying. I keep pushing thoughts of her down, trying to disown them. But I can't.

WHY DO I CARE!? FOR SOMEONE THAT I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO!? THAT I HAVE BEEN JUST... IMPOSSIBLY AND MADLY IN LOVE WITH FOR YEARS WITHOUT END

It isn't a mere emptiness in her absence.

It is pure, red hot pain. I feel empty only because I cannot stand the ache of the burns.

I fear this pain will not end.

No more dramatic displays of "neverending torment."

The truth?

I was... I just...

I think I might always love her. Despite the abuse. The breadcrumbs.

I don't know what it was about this woman. But she ignited every cell in my body. Days may go by where I don't think about it. I'll bury it. Cover it up.

Set it on fire.

But somehow. Some fucking how, memories of her continue to haunt me like a hundred thousand spirits. Screaming at me for my failures and inability to provide for the needs of someone that seemed perpetually dissatisfied.

I would have loved her every waking and sleeping moment. Until the day I died.

But I was toxic and controlling and jealous. "I don't share." Just... I'm sorry.

Please be happy now. Please find contentment and peace and joy and love. Please.

If you do, I can at least celebrate that for you.

I couldn't see past my obsession and pain.

In the end... I just want you to be happy.

I hope you find that greener pasture.

Because mine is brown and dying.

I dream about her still. I see her in my dreams and I hear her voice.

The last one I had... all I remember was her telling me, "I don't love you."

I know. I know. But hurts so much. It kills me and I don't even want to wake up in the morning. I have tried to bury her under sex and relationships and flirtation and friends and anything. But the ghost of her still claws its way out of the grave and latches onto me, telling me how I was never good enough for her love.

I just wasn't good enough.

I've never been good enough.

Maybe I never will.

So... god? I know I never believed in you. Ever. I may have prayed to be a woman, prayed for the abuse to stop. Prayed desperately to be Sarah, the name I'd chosen as a teen.

But... please take her memory from me. Strike her from my thoughts so that I can live my life and find some semblance of happiness. Even if I always felt like something was missing, a piece of me that I couldn't put to words, not ever.

That would be preferable to my mind being inundated with heartbreaking memories of what I lost. Or perhaps what was never mine.

Please take her memory from me. Fucking please.

It's killing me. It is fucking killing me. Please take it away. Please.

I'll never ask for anything again. Just please take her out of my head. So that, even if I saw her on the street, I wouldn't recognize her and become crippled with agony and overwhelming feelings of guilt and loss and self-loathing.

Please take her away from me.

[eternal-armin]

Can you write a Vi x reader where they’re together and they have like, a safe word for arguments. Like, if one of them goes too far the other person can say the safe word and they’ll just take a moment to calm down and do fluffy stuff. But this time, when Y/N says the safe word, Vi just goes “to hell with the safe word Y/N!” and just continues the argument. A really angsty ending please (maybe a second part where they make up?)

i absolutely adored this prompt, and we will have a fluffy make up part 💗 i hope you enjoy it, anon!

violent. i

i chose 'pineapple' because it symbolizes hospitality. idk, it just spoke to me lol.

"vi, please, can we not do this right now?" you were tired and injured and feeling everything a little too deeply to handle an argument. even after trying your damndest to fight, you had... well, you'd lost the gemstone. more than that, you weren't able to fight to get it back.

"no. no, i am not gonna let this slide any longer! i helped you so much and this is how you repay me? you've essentially doomed the lanes. what the fuck is wrong with you?! god, you're just- you can't do anything right anymore. what happened to the days when you could hold your goddamn own?"

even though you knew she was just angry, just yelling to let off steam and not caring about the words she said, they still cut like a knife. wrapping your arms tight around yourself, you hated the feeling of tears rising to your eyes again. that just seemed to piss her off more.

"don't you fucking dare start crying right now, [y/n]. you have no right." vi spoke as much with her bandaged hands as with her voice, both trembling from the sheer anger she was feeling. those eyes- that gaze could've withered any lesser being, and yet somehow you were still standing. that was certainly worse.

"pineapple. vi, please." you managed, fighting back a sob.

instead of her tyrade stopping, instead of vi coming to the realization that she was hurting you, that ferocity remained. and, again, it managed to deepen.

"fuck the safe word, damnit!" vi cackled. it was a cold and utterly humorless sound. "i'm not done being mad at you. you're stronger than that! you're stronger than... this!" she gestured at you, as if to say that, whatever you were right now, it was weak and pitiful. that made you scowl. your own rage bubbled up in your chest. "you could've handled it back there. you took one fall, had one bit of shock and now all of a sudden you're a fucking crybaby? jesus christ, i thought you were strong."

you could barely hear her anymore. this woman who had always backed you up, always called you strong, was calling you pathetic. this woman who you had loved for god knows how long was insulting you like you were shit on the side of the road.

"get the fuck out of my apartment," you spat back, words filled with venom. instead of hugging yourself, your arms were now crossed tight over your chest. maybe you were angry, but those pesky tears did not stop.

"excuse me?"

"you heard me, god damnit." your voice broke. you took a deep breath through your nose, not letting your resolve melt for her. even if your voice wavered, you didn't stop speaking. "get the fuck out of my apartment, and i never wanna see your face again. that mission? it takes two, y'know. it was a failure on your part as well.

"now get. out."

there was the surprise and the reel-back. but it came a few moments too late. "c-cupcake, i-"

"shut up! don't call me that! you yell at me like i ruined the entire world, you betray my trust and the agreement- the promise we made to each other, and now you wanna apologize to me like nothing happened? that hurt, y'know! i damn near took a bullet for you. actually, sorry! i damn near took bullets for you. and now you're coming at me with this 'i have no right to cry' bullshit like you're so high and mighty! this is it. we are over, violet. now, i'm gonna say it one more time." you pointed at the door, glaring at her, unblinking, scowling. it was chilling to see you so pained.

"get. out." you dragged out the words like vi was a disobedient puppy. your voice, though weak, was hoarse and final, and filled with such broken animosity it made both of you shudder. vi was the only one who truly reacted.

there was no arguing with you anymore. you said it yourself; this was it.

everything about vi was conflicted. her expression was caught betwen angry and apologetic; wanting to continue to yell at you and wanting to say sorry until everything was fixed. she let out a breath, deciding that she didn't want to hurt you any more than she already had.

vi nodded slightly, biting her lip to keep herself from saying anything. without a goodbye- you would've been angrier if you heard it, honestly- she left just as you demanded, not even slamming the door behind her.

for a few seconds, you stood still as a statue right where you had been, surrounded by a suffocating silence. you pressed your hand to your mouth, feeling the hot tears stream fast down your cheeks like little waterfalls.

you sank to the ground, allowing yourself to sob into your hands. it was the only sound which accompanied you.

maybe somewhere vi was crying with you. but she wasn't your problem anymore.

[black-moon-bunny]

Stargazing. / TFATWS!Bucky x Fem!Agent!Reader

After a lot of untold feelings and a messy discusion, you ended up stargazing outside the safehouse, thinking to yourself how did you ended up catching feelings for Bucky. What you did not know is that inside the safehouse he is thinking the exact same thing.

Warnings: Not really, but there some curse words and a little bit of angst, it is mostly fluff really.

N/A: Sooo...Hi! This is my first lame attempt at writing something. I was writing this in the middle of a class at the University one day that I was especially creative, but like I always do, I didn't finish it. So today I tried my best to give it a proper end. But I don’t know if it worked or not tbh. So, I hope you like it and also, sorry if there’s any mistake English is not my first language so there is maybe a few. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to reblog and leave a comment, maybe this is the beginning of my new era of writing. All of the pictures used I find them on pinterest and then i made the sketch myself with Pixlr.

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Sometimes, being on an outside mission brought to the experience some wonderful things, today was being able to experience a full bright moon and a sky full of stars outside the well-hidden safe house of stark industries. The one that was in the middle of a forest, erased from maps and without any written directions. Only a few people had access to this location, between them were Sam Wilson, the new Captain America, and Sargent James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. And now, you.

And you loved the view and the forest. Since you were a child you had been in love with the stars, when you first met Tony way back on New York 2012 the first thing that you asked him was how was the space and the stars above, so being there was like going to a planetarium to see the fake sky with the constellations but one hundred million times better. But you were not fully at peace, and it didn't make you as happy as you wanted to be underneath the sky. The mission did not go as planned and that triggered an ugly discussion between you and James.

*—You could have died out there! how many times do I have to tell you; your fucking metal arm doesn't mind shit if they shoot at you! you are not blinded for goodness's sake! —You were at full blown out, that was the fifth time in a row that James was injured, the fifth time in a row that you saw how they shouted at him without being able to do shit because he thought that he was invincible. And you were fucking done with it.

—How many times I have to tell you that I'm fine with this! You don't have to defend me or put yourself at risk for trying to help me, I'm a super soldier or you forgot about that? You have been forgetting everything lately, haven't you? Like putting your god-damned protection suit? You want to yell at me because I took a few shots? Fine, but don't be a fucking hypocrite and tell me to worry about myself when you went out to the field without your suit! maybe if you did, I wouldn't have the need of putting me between you and a fucking bullet!

— It was one fucking time!! It is the fifth time that you have done this shit! don't put the fucking blame on me! —You couldn't keep doing that, you were tired of seeing him getting hurt, because every time that you have seen him getting shot you have felt how the world had stopped, the terrifying sound of his body dropping to the floor and the smell of gunpowder and blood flooding your nostrils. It left you breathless with a scream trapped in your throat unable to get out and a burning sting in your heart. And five times in a row, in less than a year is too much. You were going to go nuts.

—Ok you two cut it out already, we really need to rest and if we are going to be here at least a couple of days to fully recover I don't want this to keep happening so please buck, Y/N, cut it out. —Sam was tired of this too, he was such a sweetheart all the time and always wanted the best to you and to Bucky because you were friends but all of this situation was driving him crazy, because he knew that you both were in the right but he also knew that you were also tired and burned out from the stress of the last missions, so he did not want to be dragged in the middle of the fight. It was time to let you and buck solve your problems on your own. Besides that, he wanted peace for the day, and you two screaming at each other were not going to give him the peace that he needed.

—You know what? I'm done! I do not care if you get shot and died because you don't seem to care about that either, so don't worry about me! ***

That was all, you left the safe house and went out, and there you were, underneath the sky full of stars watching them glistening in the distance, trying your best not to cry out of anger and thinking that this time, things went too far between you and him. You could not understand why it was so hard for him to see that you were dying on the inside every time that he got hurt. You were mad at him, but also you were mad about yourself, because you crossed the line that you should have never crossed. You develop romantic feelings for him, it could had been Sam, he was charming and you and him get along too well but no, you develop romantic feelings toward the snarky, idiotic, sarcastic and anger issued Bucky. Not only because he looked good as hell always, but mainly because he was tender, secretly caring and loving towards Sam and you, he had your back every time something went wrong in your head, and he wiped your tears after your beloved cat died in your arms due to his advanced age. And on the outside, he was all rough and serious, seeing him upset sometimes stirred up your heart and made you wonder if in bed he was like that, rough and commanding. But all those thoughts didn't matter now, you needed to keep it professional, and he clearly doesn't want you near after the fight.

What you did not know was that inside the house Sam and Bucky were talking about you while making some coffee.

—I know, she crossed the line by saying that but dude, she was scared as fuck. You behave like you're fucking immortal buck, and I get it you are a super soldier and shit but that doesn't mean that you are immortal, ok?

—She was being irresponsible! She was without her suit, and you know that between the two of us she is the one that is going to be worse if shot. She was right I don't care if I die at this point but if something happens to her I'm...I'm not going to be able to forgive myself, she is wonderful and I know that she works very hard and that she has the skills but when I see someone aiming a gun at him I lose it every fucking time...protection suit or not just seen her in danger makes my blood boil. She does not deserve anything of this, I know that she is skilled, but she doesn't deserve to live like this, getting at risk everyday...

—So, dude you really like her —Sam knew that it was wrong to laugh at the topic, but Bucky was there fully confessing that he does not care at all for him but if something happens to her the story changes. He knew about Bucky feelings, maybe he knew even before Bucky realized that he was feeling a lot more than friendship towards her.

—What? Don't say that...she is just nice and I ...ah...you are going to mess with me for this all day, aren't you? ...­Yeah, Sam, I like her, but that doesn't mean that she likes me ok? and I don't want to make things weird between us...plus she must be angry as fuck with me.

—You should tell her. Drop the fucking act and tell her, what is the worst that can happen?

­­­The thing here was simple, he knew that you felt the same. But he was not going to get involved in this whole mess. There was no need for him to get involved in your business, sadly for him, how could he not be involved? You first talked about the issue with him, right after your birthday, right after discovering these new feelings.

"***—Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! —Sam was singing off tone because he was with a little bit of a sore throat, but he was trying his best, while Bucky was signing very low but keeping his eyes on you all the time. You were in the middle of an abandoned mansion where the three of you were hiding, with a little cupcake with a candle on top because Sam made a huge scandal about you not celebrating your birthday. Even when they were all dirty and tired, they sung happy birthday to you, with the candlelight up shining in the middle of the night, reflecting its warm yellow and orange flame in the icy blue of Bucky's eyes

—Happy birthday dear doll...happy birthday to you.... —And then you saw it, the glow reflecting in his eyes, his plump lips a little bit chapped but tempting, the way that his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip when he notices that you were looking at them, the way that his smell can penetrate your nostrils, the proximity between your bodies —Make a wish...

—Not that one you dirty girl! —Sam joked, and you laugh before taking a minute to think, and then it completely hit you, you wanted Bucky, being with Bucky, kiss Bucky, hug him feeling him between your legs and worship him like the god he was.

And that made you freak out. Because you were not supposed to like him, you were not supposed to fall for him because he was your teammate and also your friend, that was not supposed to happen and there you were, falling for him. After the birthday, and after the three of you returned to the compound and took some rest, you went up with Sam to tell him everything.

—Sam, I think that I like him...—You sounded guilty, you knew that it was a bad idea falling for the Greek god that you have as partner in missions, he was an asshole and could be mean and an idiot but seeing him like that while he was signing happy birthday. —Please don't say anything, I know that he doesn't feel the same and I don't want to ruin our friendship like that, I know that I'm not his type and I don't want to keep false hopes about all of this nonsense and hurting him or us as a team...I'm going to find a way to deal with this so please, please don't tell him."***

And Samuel Wilson keeps his promises, even when he believes that you are full of bullshit and even when he knew that Bucky felt the same about you, because this was something that both of you need to work out by yourselves and because he is a really nice guy and a really good friend. And now he is being dragged into this whole mess because he keeps his promises.

—I’m sure that she is going to understand, you should try that one, but first...—He grabbed a blanket from the couch and handed it to James— She is going to freeze out there, and you two need to talk, give her this...

—I’m going to make her a cup of coffee...but I'm not going to tell her anything Sam, not gonna happen.

— C'mon man, you should I'm telling you; this whole deal is making you two act weird already, I'm tired. And physically tired too, so I'm heading up to sleep, and screw you guys. —Sam just left him there, waiting for a signal to do something, waiting for a miracle while watching the really expensive Expresso machine that Tony bought for the place make the Vanilla Cappuccino that you loved— I'm going to...she deserves to know, and Sam is right what is the worst that can happen...

While he was making up his mind about the whole business you were still looking at the stars, thinking about how you were going to keep working with him after all these new feelings. You were lost in your thoughts when he approached you

—I know what you are going to say, I know that you are mad at me, and I screwed up too, but you are freezing out here and I made some coffee for you ...

You looked at him and your expression softened, he was so cute when he wanted to be, standing there with the blanket and coffee just for you to not freeze out there. Even when you just had a fight, he still worries about you and tries to make amends without words but actions

—Come here...sit down with me —You patted the ground right next to you while looking him with a shy smile, this all felt so different from the other times that you had been alone, it felt like it felted in your birthday, warm and cozy besides the freezing cold of the forest— Thanks for the coffee...—You took the cup and give it a taste, the warm coffee and vanilla scent flow through your body warming it up on its way down. You looked up at him, standing there doubtful about sitting or not — I'm not mad at you anymore Bucky...come here, you are going to freeze too...

—I’m a super soldier doll, I don't freeze...—He put the blanket around your shoulders and sited right next to you— But you do...I'm sorry doll...I acted like a jerk but, you have to understand that I worry about you too...

—What’s going on with you, apologizing so easily? Where is the "I'm going to fight until I'm right " Barnes that I know? —You joked poking his cheek with your finger— I kinda like him, he is a bit of an asshole but is funny...

—Don't be a tease y/n ...—He tugged a strain of hair behind your ears before it went into the coffee mug — I like you this way, not fighting and putting yourself at risk....

—Now you are being a tease...—You blushed by the proximity, and again all of these butterflies inside your stomach started to go wild— Don't say that if you don't mean it —You were about to tap his cheek again, but he started talking again while looking you right in the eyes.

— I really like you y/n. —He sounded mad serious about it, and you started to crumble beneath the pressure that his statement brings to the ambient — I know that this feels weird...but I mean it, seeing you getting hurt makes me crazy , I know for a fact that you are capable, we train together and I teach you everything that i know but even with that when someone aims a gun at you I lost it, at first I thought that was because you were the closest thing to a friend that I had , well you and Sam...—You looked down at his hands, he has this weird tick of touching his metal arm and tapping it at certain rhythm. And he was doing it now, he looked nervous, and you stopped thinking that he was joking, you felt your heartbeat on your ear and your heart was almost running wild— But is not like that anymore...I think that I’m falling for you.

Your heart was pounding like the motor of Bucky's motorcycle, fast and furious. You did not knew how to answer and kept blinking quietly while staring at him. He noticed that and tried to get up and leave, and almost by instinct you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you.

There was no need for words, your lips touched and for a small moment you thought that you were going to have a cardiac arrest just by kissing him. He was stunned too at first, but he lost any doubt and put his hand behind your neck pulling you closer to him, it was hesitant at first but slowly it turned into a full deep kiss. It was like the two of you were starving for each other. His hands left your neck and traveled to your face, cupping it between his long fingers and caressing your cheeks. It was magical, it felt warm and dreamy, like it was meant to be. And for him it was.

After what it felt like ages you broke the kiss and looked at him, gasping a bit for air.

—Please…don’t leave like that ever again — He put his hand over yours and slowly traced the lines in your palms, without looking you directly at the eyes before saying in a really soft voice

—I won’t…but I feel like this is part of a dream…and if I look at you I’m going to wake up alone, and you are still going to be mad at me for trying to be a human shield…—He tried to laugh, but you could see how serious he was about this being a dream, and you could not deny that you felt the same. It was too good to be true. It was your birthday wish becoming a reality.

—I feel the same you know? It’s like a wish came true…

—You really wished for this doll? —He seemed a bit unsure of it, he never thought that you feel the same that he felt. For him, it was still hard to believe that someone was ever going to feel those nice feelings towards him. He was a broken man, a tired old soul who was damaged and was not deserving of love.

—It was my birthday wish…You looked so warm and ethereal in the light of the candle, and in that moment I knew that I was fucked up…that I liked you too much to keep it like friends but I did not want to screw up our friendship and…I kept it to myself...I mean, I was sure that I felt something more than friendship at that point but I wanted to be wrong…but that night my heart was screaming your name all over…

—Well…I have been aware of this feeling for you since the time you called me at 3 am bawling your eyes out because your cat passed away…I know that it sounds weird, don’t look me like that —He laughed a bit lightening the mood — But …you trusted me that much, to see you all broken because you lost someone that you loved, so vulnerable and at the same time so strong, trying to keep yourself together and laughing at some of my old jokes in my lame attempt of making you feel better — He touched your cheek caressing it with his thumb and drawing a line to your lips while looking you in the eyes —When you fell asleep in my shoulder after crying a bit more you looked so tired and sad…that night I decided that I wanted nothing more for you that seeing you happy and protect that smile because you had trusted me with it — His hand felt warm, and you were melting in it. His touch made your body dissolve, you felt so gone while listening him speak, the way his blue eyes glistening under the stars, his lips soft and a little bit plump by the kiss, and the words that came out his mouth were making your whole body soft and wobbly— I was sure that I felt something for you before that but that night I realized that I was feeling more than just a pure friendship...

—I don’t know how we are going to make this work buck…and if I’m honest I’m scared as fuck of messing this up and losing you but, want to be with you, I want to be with you when you are scared, when you have nightmares, when you sleep like a baby. I also want to take care of you Bucky…

—Doll…—He lift your chin with his fingers and looked you right in the eyes— There is nothing that I want more in this whole word than you. — And then he kissed you again, slow and softly, filled with love and warmth that went all over your body. His hands were slowly going down your back to your waist, where they stayed and pushed you closer to him. Your hands went above his shoulders and behind his neck, let you hang from it delicately, rocking yourselves slowly at the rhythm of your heartbeats.

—I think we should go inside…its getting colder and, you are really warm and a super soldier and everything, but I’m going to freeze —You grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his— And…I want to cuddle with you. —You confessed blushing a little and pulling his hand a bit — So…we can watch a movie? I know that tony had some DVD’s hanging out somewhere in this house so…

—I would love that doll…but, one thing…—He pulled you closer to him from behind and whispered something in your ear — You are sleeping with me tonight.

[rose-coloured-prince]

The Shadows Will Never Find You

Pre-romantic Prinxiety, Fantasy Au

Word Count: 1,756

Warnings: Fighting, Blood, Violence, Kidnapping, War(?), Knife/Weapons, Fainting, Campfire ment,

Summary: Virgil protects Roman from everyone who's out to get to the prince.

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The crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of the leaves had lulled Roman to sleep which was good on Virgil's anxiety. He carded his fingers through Roman's curls as his head rested in his lap.

Virgil was tired too but he's keeping lookout. They can't get to him. He's gotta make sure they don't get to him.

Roman doesn't deserve this. He deserves to be back home, dressed all pretty, and painting or singing or whatever things he did while Virgil watched from afar, not running for his life, exhausted, covered in sweat and dirt.

Not to mention the fact that he feels so guilty. He knew that Evercrest would be attacked like this. Well, he didn't know but he had heard. He could've said something and he didn't. He didn't say a fucking word. He got Roman away in time. That's all that matters. Roman's safe...

Virgil immediately felt the lack of weight on his legs and warmth by his side and his eyes snapped open just in time to see Roman struggling to get out of someone's grip, a yelp barely escaping his lips before being covered by hand. He was looking right at Virgil utterly terrified.

"Shit." Virgil jumped up quickly, chasing after him.

He fell asleep! He fucking fell asleep and it got Roman in trouble! Fucking hell, Virgil.

He noticed there were a few others in the dark with the person who had taken Roman. Virgil stopped running to put both of his hands out and have the area around Virgil and the people who've taken Roman sealed and it glowed and faded to show that the spell had been cast. They cursed.

"Put him down!" Virgil growled, his hands still held out. They turned to him and Virgil could see that Roman was still fearfully squirming to get away. "I mean it."

The guy holding the runaway prince laughed. A smaller person to his left pulled out a knife and held it to Roman's throat.

Virgil didn't flinch. They wouldn't kill him.

"How about you let us go and the prince lives?" He can hear the grin just off of their words even if he can't see it in the dark behind their mask.

"You and I both know you need him alive." Out of the corner of his eye he sees the lady to the right of the guy holding Roman make a hand motion off into the distance. He didn't pay too much mind to it as he was too focused on Roman.

They huffed, "Fine. You're right. ... We don't need him to speak though." They slowly slice the knife against Roman's skin and Roman screams behind the guy's hand.

"Wait! Stop!" Virgil yells frantically and they do. He's gotta figure out something... something... something...

"He's a person! Not an object or a machine. You guys have to have better morality than to try and use him the way that you want."

The guy holding Roman scoffs, "Says the magic user who ran away with him."

Virgil watched the body collapse to the floor and huffed from the exhaustion of fighting.

"...You're a magic user?" His voice came out hushed and alarmed.

Damn. He turned back to Roman. "Listen, I-"

Roman stepped away from him. "No. You lied to me. You're a magic user!"

"I'm sorry. Please listen to me." Virgil tried to come closer to Roman.

"No! Get away from me! I don't trust you anymore!"

"I promise I wouldn't hurt you!" Virgil pleaded. "I swear I'm just trying to protect you. I... I lied cause I didn't want you to think I was one of the magic users I said would try and get you."

"That's exactly what one of them would say isn't it? Oh my gods. I'm so stupid." He turned away.

It's fine. He knows Roman trusts him now. He doesn't need to worry about that. Just get him back.

Virgil opens his mouth to say something when the force field flickered. He looked back at the girl to the right who was staring back at him, scared that she'd been caught trying to break it.

She shot a flash of light toward Virgil and broke the force field while Virgil was distracted, dealing with that.

"Go!" She shouted and they took off again. Virgil was right back to chasing them.

Virgil threw his hand out, having the roots of a tree trip the girl down. That'll keep her down for a bit.

He pushed his hands out and a gust of wind rushes forward pushing the guy holding Roman over which caused Roman to fall out of his grasp. Roman was disoriented trying to get up and away. The other kidnapper next to him only tripped up a little bit. However, he saw that Roman had gotten loose and then glanced back at Virgil. He, then, lunged out to grab Roman pulling him along.

Roman tries to pull himself away from them, yelling for Virgil to come get him.

Virgil caught up to them, grabbing on to the person's wrist where they were holding Roman. They pulled out their knife again and Virgil placed his hand over theirs on the handle of the knife.

"Let. Him. Go."  He let his hand heat up hotter and hotter til they were shouting.

"Okay! Okay!" They let go of both the prince and the knife.

Virgil stepped away from them, shielding away Roman.

Roman tugged on Virgil's shirt. Behind them the other two had come back.

Virgil is exhausted. "Just leave us alone!" He yells.

The girl whistled and a few moments later someone dropped in seemingly from the trees and another person dropped in on the other side of them. Another person came up and another.

Virgil looked around, standing back to back with Roman. There's no way that he can take on their entire group. They're so fucked.

Roman grabs Virgil's hand in fear looking for some semblance of comfort, whispering for Virgil to get them out of this. Then the people in front of Roman stepped back, much to Roman's confusion. His irises began to glow this golden white and then Virgil's eyes followed.

"I don't get it? Why do they want me? Why risk all this?" Roman asks, while they're resting on the first night after Virgil helped him get away from... everyone who was attacking Evercrest.

"You're like an untapped source. They call it Potential. Whatever it is inside you, it's like magic you can't access but everyone else can. Mundane people too but especially magic users. And it's like a huge boost in just raw power. Power hungry magic users are going to be after you like insane but those people are rotten inside."

Roman shook his head like he couldn't wrap his head around it. "...Are you a magic user?"

Virgil froze for a second. "...No. But even still, I'm not after that from you. It's more important to me that they don't... fucking kill you trying to use you."

"Why? You don't even know me?"

"... Let's just say, I'm just a really good person and leave it at that."

Virgil instantly felt that power. He was way more alert and aware of his surroundings. He felt energy just surging through him.

The people around them got scared and that made one of them throw the first blow.

Then the battle broke out and Virgil was managing to keep Roman from being hit even with him standing in the middle of it all.

Then it ended. Just as quick.

It was like Roman blinked and everyone surrounding them ready to fight was on the ground in an instant and Virgil...

Roman looked back to Virgil who was swaying and out of breath. He watched the white glow of his eyes fade to dark brown and then Virgil collapsed and Roman's heart dropped.

"How do people even know I have this Potential?"

Virgil shrugged, "It got out. I don't know how he found out but I think your Royal Mage told someone who told someone who told someone and... yeah."

Roman groaned, throwing himself back to lay on the blanket. "Why me? Why am I the only thing with Potential?"

"I don't know the history behind it really but Potential is a divine thing. There were a group of people a long time ago who had it as well and... Well you see all they're doing to get a hold of just you. We thought no one else held Potential anymore and no one else would."

Roman looked up at Virgil, wide-eyed.

"Shit. Look. I mean what I said. I won't let anyone hurt you."

Roman quickly pushed himself back up and hugged Virgil tightly. "I appreciate it. I don't know where I'd be if you hadn't come along."

Virgil tensed at first before hesitantly wrapping his arms around Roman.

"...Of course. I'm just doing what I can."

Virgil blinked open his eyes, staring up at the trees and their rustling leaves and hearing the campfire crackling and—

Virgil sits up.

Roman looks over, from picking at his clothes and tending the fire, at Virgil, concerned. "Hey... How are you feeling?"

"What the hell happened?" Virgil asked, looking around frantically trying to gather himself. They're... back at where they set up camp? Roman had bandaged his neck up himself.

"You fought those guys and then passed out. I have never seen you do anything like that. You were taking them out like flies, like it wasn't anything." Roman recalled. "I brought you back here when you fainted."

Virgil nodded as he listened. His memory is a bit foggy but that sounds somewhat accurate. He's just glad Roman's safe. He looks up to ask about Roman's neck when he cuts him off.

"Did... I do that?"

"What?"

"You got Potential from me and you– you were able to do that?"

Oh. That makes sense.

"Yeah. I think so."

Roman's silent.

"Yeah. I see why people are trying to get that from me." He brought his knees to his chest.

"No one's getting anything from you. Not unless you allow it. We're going to get you to your parent's safe house and everything's going to be okay." Virgil says, trying to reassure him. It's all terrifying.

Roman looks up at Virgil and smiles a little. He moves over closer to him. "I guess, I'll be okay—" He wraps his arms around Virgil and Virgil follows. "—as long as you're here."

Virgil hums in acknowledgement.

The prince falls asleep again.

[poisonouswritings]

I'm sorry to bother you but I've had this thought for quite a while and my ADHD brain won't shut up about it 😂😅

So imagine a scenario where mc is going on a date with Sage at the tarven and while they are waiting for him to get drinks, someone comes across to them and claims They were one of...ahem..."sage's exe".

Anyway they say they heard a rumor that Sage has got a partner and they didn't believe it but hey here's the so called partner

They start to talk shit to mc about sage will leave and it's just a phase and he'll get bored soon and won't see him again and they should leave this job for them I mean they were able to make him have a good time they can do it again

By the time sage comes he hears some of this pity conversation. He starts to yell at the ex and they don't seem unnerved and go "what? Can't your little puppy stand for themselves?" That's when mc snaps and punishes the exe in the face so hard it knocks em down on the floor (probably breaks their nose)

Sage's like damn I mean he doesn't expect his calm and reasonable mc to go violent. It's a new side of them -it's kinda hot-

Mc takes his hand and gets him out of the tarven. Sage is apologizing and blaming himself for ruining the night that's when mc cuts him "it'll take more than some pity ex for you to get rid of me, your past doesn't identify and it won't be the reason I'll never see your smile again, besides after tonight I doubt that any of your exes will ever bother us again"

Sorry for my English 😅

Your English is great! And I love this idea

You're just,, sitting there,,, trying to tune this person out. Unfortunately their voice is grating and sharp. Maybe you really are being affected by it all, each cruel dig and comment knocking you down a little further, a little further, and what the hell did you do to deserve this anyways? Or maybe you couldn't give the slightest damn what this person thinks but you do wish they'd stop trying to harsh your vibes. 'oh he'll get tired of you you should just let me have him' please this man is so fucking clingy and in love with you that he literally starts pouting if you don't smooch the top of his head before you go to sleep

like

Chill.

'Sage could have anyone he wants,' the ex is saying, 'so why in seven hells do you think he'd want you? You could never satisfy him-'

Sage has come up from behind. He slams the mugs of alcohol on the table so hard that ale sloshes over his fingers. But he doesn't even seem to notice as he starts ripping into his ex. And while they're arguing (some of it in a language you don't even understand), you're just,, vibing. Watching. You pick up one of the mugs and have a sip. Sage is livid and his eyes are flickering red but he doesn't seem to be a danger yet. You oughta keep an eye on it though.

And then the ex looks at you. Sneers. Asks Sage if the little puppy doesn't have their own bite.

...

Alright. You take a swig from your drink. It goes down smooth. Sage remembered to get ice for you. He's sweet like that.

You get to your feet. Crack your knuckles. Tap the ex on the shoulder. Smile. Pop them in the face, same way you did to Sage all that time ago. You feel the telltale snap! under your fist as the ex goes toppling to the floor.

Nice.

Sage is a little,, he's a little,,, he's a little turned on. I'm sorry. He is. He's just Like That. But he's a little flustered too, not in the good way. Not entirely anyways.

You grab his hand and drag him outside because you could both use the air. He laces his fingers with yours and as soon as the cold night air hits your face he's apologizing; for letting the argument carry on so long, letting it happen at all, leaving you alone to get the drinks, knowing that person to begin with,, he knows he has a particular history, and gods he doesn't want that to become your problem. And maybe he's wondering to himself just how much 'history' there is. How much you'll have to deal with. And while he still isn't really 'ashamed' persay, he does feel for the first time as if he brings far more baggage than you should have to deal with.

You hug him fiercely and kiss his forehead. That gets him to stop talking for a moment.

Give him a little,,, little scratch behind his ears,,,, he's being such a silly little kitty. You don't care about his body count. He is so so so much more than that, and you absolutely adore him. There's nothing that anyone can say that would change that. And if anyone ever tries to bother you two again, you'll just kick their ass. Nothing to it :)

... Sage hugs you tightly, tail wrapping around your thigh. He just,, really really loves you. You're way too good to him. Who knows what he did to deserve you.

[bakubub]

In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

---

Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

---

Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

Taglist: @3daa & @itsgiorgiaz

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[umaruwastaken]

I wont leave you, I'm sorry. [short fluff & angst]

: hi, I'm Umaru! im very new to Tumblr and still don't know my way around the app, im pretty sure im missing something with the editing so if you have tips please do tell me :], enjoy!

Synopsis; Clay had announced his relationship with his partner,it was well until you received severe hate, clay was keeping in the anger and accidentally let it out on you.

!!TW!!:Shouting, cursing, panic attack.

↱💚Dream💚↰

→ You tucked your hair out of your face, staring intently in the ceiling... this week isn't the best week for you and your boyfriend.

everything started when he had told his fans about you and you guys' relationship, some were happy and supportive while others didn't take it too well, they were raging... you had received hate and death threats, you tried to remain calm and ignore it convincing yourself that they will forget about it in the next few weeks, but to your dismay, things have been worse, not just with clay's fans but with you two as well.

In the first weeks of getting severe hate, he was there and ready to shower you with comfort and affection, but he suddenly got too busy which makes you feel lonely, but of course you didn't wanna intrude with his career so you let him be, constantly trying to keep the relationship going through a lot of fights have occurred, it started getting worse where you won't even talk to each other without arguing... it was frustrating, but now you had decided that you wanna talk things out with him and fix the mess you both had created.

You're currently waiting in your room, clay's still streaming and have been extremely loud, you missed your chill days with him where you'd just cuddle and whisper soothing words to each other's ear but you haven't talked for the past days and if you do it'll just end up to an argument, You stood up from your bed figuring that he would end stream soon, so you decided to wait in the living room.

_------_------_

After a solid two hours, you had grown impatient, he hadn't left his room though you well know that he had ended his stream since you were watching it...

you sighed finally having the courage to scurry to his room with slight disappointment written on your face...

you had started making dinner and finished.

you knocked three times, waiting expectantly for an answer and receiving none... you knocked again and voiced out this time.

"Clay, dinner's ready," you mutter having hopes that he will answer this time.

sighing once again, you opened the door to see him faced in front of his setup, talking to his friends... he looked over your way with no expression.

"what?" he asked, coming out a little bit too rude for your liking despite waiting for him for 2 hours straight, you decided to be kind and not match his temper for today.

"dinner's ready" you softly mumbled at him.

he turned back to his computer "you go eat, ill come down later." he said before unmuting his mic to talk with sapnap and George once more.

"But, it's been hours and you haven't turned that pc off, you need to eat." he clearly heard your complaint but still chose to ignore you.

"Are you seriously going to ignore me, clay? come on, just this time eat with me," you whined.

"[name], just go... I said ill go down later, eat first." that was his response to your whine, your frown grew deeper as your patience starting to wear off.

"clay! just turn that off and eat."

"I said ill be eating later, go now," he said with a slight hint of annoyance, you can tell that he was running out of patience too... you were too exhausted and just wanted the hugs your boyfriend used to give you, but that computer was your rival, A COMPUTER.

"No, clay, your eyes need to re-"

"can you just shut the f*ck up and go eat for God's sake??! how many times do I have to tell you??! [name] stop being a brat and leave me the f*ck alone!!!"

At this point, you were holding back tears, you were very sensitive with yelling, you had heard something from his pc.

"what the fuck dream?" you heard a familiar voice, which was George.

you sniffled and tried to hold back tears as you wiped those who escaped. "ok... ill go, I'm sorry" you said quietly, taking your leave from his room, as soon as he was out of sight, you sprinted to your room and cried... you tried holding your mouth hoping for the sobs to not be as loud... the voices in your head started speaking.

'he hates you now'

'he'll leave like everyone'

'you were too annoying and clingy'

'he doesn't love you anymore'

'he's tired of you, brat'

she tried stopping them by pulling her hair, starting to have a panic attack.

_________

On the other hand, dream stood in his room functioning what had just happened, you two fought but none ever raised voices nor insulted you like that... he was shocked and shaking as tears threatened to fall from his eyes still hearing his friends nagging.

they had heard everything.

his body trembled thinking that you probably hate him now.

without thinking twice he left the call with nick and George before running out of his room towards yours.

he tried to twist the knob of course its locked, he knocked.

"[name]? baby? please let me in, I'm sorry, I meant nothing of those words! baby? open the door, love... [name] I'm sorry! open the door"

he stopped mid-way hearing her muffled sobs and whimpers.

he started to panic, he went away and grabbed his spare key to your room and frantically opened the door to see you silently crying on the ground, hugging your knees.

he knew how you reacted when a person yells at you, he knew damn well that you were sensitive yet he had failed to take care of you, his mind was full of regret.

tears started falling from his eyes, seeing how much he had hurt you, he was frustrated about the hate and the constant blackmails about being doxxed and shit.

He quickly went towards you and hugged you, he picked you up and sat on the bed with you on his lap.

"Baby, I'm so sorry!" he hugged you tighter rubbing circles on your back.

"I'm a jerk, [name] I'm sorry" he continued kissing the top of your head and held your face to try and face you.

he had seen your face that was stained with tears with a hurtful expression on your face.

"I hate you" you mumbled "I just wanted you to eat, that all" she cried

"I know, I'm sorry baby, I was just stressed... I was frustrated that the hate will make you leave me I'm so sorry!" he explained kissing your forehead, and wiping the tears off your face.

he rested your head on his chest whispering sorry all over and over again, you had stopped the tears and now you have a runny nose

"ill never do that again, [name], I love you... we'll face the haters and continue loving each other, ok? I'm still very sorry, so to make it up to you, we'll spend two days, cuddling! just us, I promise"

he said laying the two of you on your bed. he caressed your cheeks and kissed your nose before moving towards your lips.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" he muttered all over and over kissing every part of your face.

he sighed contently taking a mental note

'must not shout at baby, must protect baby'

[thefanficmonster]

Hey, I'm the 3word anon! I guess to make this easier, you call call me 📚🌻

I just wanted to say that you did an amazing job! I loved reading what you've done! You said that you wanted more words so here it is your next words: tradition, needle and tribute

Love, 📚🌻

I'm so glad you liked it dear 📚🌻 ! I absolutely love this challenge and I don't think I'll ever get tired of it hehe. Hope you enjoy this one too!

Freedom

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drug use, Mentions of injury Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Romance, Humor

“Flag, I have someone coming on-board with you.“ Waller’s voice comes in through the radio of the jet colonel Rick Flag was about to take off with, taking the Suicide Squad on their newly assigned mission.

He rolls his eyes, engine of the jet roaring to signal it’s ready to lose contact with the ground and rise up into the skies - much like Rick, who’s already fed up with the Squad’s members who are explicitly annoying and pesky today, promising him a ton of headaches in the near future. With that in mind, these news Waller has given him so suddenly, he’s not particularly excited to welcome another lunatic on the jet. Another lunatic to deal with.

“Who the hell are you sending? Don’t you think my hands are already full enough?!“ He yells at the top of his lungs in order for his voice to overpower the engine’s loudness.

“I’m here to help you, you ungrateful piece of shit!“ This voice, familiar voice, doesn’t emerge from the radio, instead it’s coming from right behind him and is equally as strained as his due to the loud, ear-bleeding surroundings.

Before Rick can even comprehend the presence of another person, said person gets seated on the copilot’s seat, equipping a pair of headphones so the two can communicate without pushing their lungs to the brink of giving out.

“What the hell are you doing here, L/N?“ He asks, his eyes unable to hide even a little bit of the confusion that the girl’s presence has brought upon him.

Contrary to his seriousness and shock, the girl gives him a bright, almost teasing smile, “Oh come on, Flag. I have a soft spot for you, you know, I like helping you.“ She tilts her head ever so slightly, “And I don’t feel like giving Waller the pleasure of detonating this bomb at the back of my neck.“

“Thought so.“ He scoffs, watching Y/N’s movements out of the corner of his eye as she straps herself in. 

She rolls her eyes, cracking her knuckles before turning to him, deciding to pick up on this petty war, just to make matters worse for Rick and more amusing for herself, “Aren’t you gonna shoot me? I mean, it’s our tradition.”

Rick cringes, recalling the exact event - or rather events, plural - she’s referring to: the night he arrested her and a few others, all henchmen of the Joker. Unlike her co-workers however, Y/N put up one hell of a fight while those fuckers chose flight. Their decision didn’t get them far while hers led her to the hospital wing of the Belle Reve prison, a bullet in her side fired at her by colonel Flag. Seeing the report files on the altercation, Waller immediately knew the girl was something else and recruited her for the Suicide Squad.

Unfortunately, her first instinct when her eyes first landed upon the colonel was to pounce at him, despite her low chances of succeeding in her intentions considering there were guards and soldiers literally everywhere, all with guns ready to fire. Yet still, Flag was the one who shot her yet again, this time less dangerously close to fatal.

Yeah, she has a right to be pissed and a right to call it their tradition, but it’s also safe to say that their dynamic has improved. They went on to go on a few more missions together without any complications or unwanted altercations. Sure, there were snide remarks and petty comments here and there, but those could be considered compliments when compared to the shootings.

“When are you gonna let that go?“ Rick snaps, his eyes remaining fixated ahead while the jet slowly ascends, “I got you off the streets. I freed you from that psychopath. The last thing you should be is mad!”

There is a long pause between the two, leading Rick to sneak a glance at his co-pilot. She appears to be deep in thought, staring ahead much like he’s supposed to be doing right now. She doesn’t seem like she’s conjuring up a sarcastic response which would be totally up her alley, but oddly enough she seems to be genuinely thinking about what he said. He starts feeling a bit shitty for having snapped at her like that - she wasn’t completely wrong to keep rubbing it in his face, she did suffer two gunshot wounds from him, after all.

“I’m not mad.“ Y/N finally speaks up, not sparing him as much as a look, “I’m grateful. The Joker isn’t the only thing I was trying to escape. One half the day I was doing his dirty work, the other half I had a needle stuck in my arm or was out cold in a drug induced half-coma.“ This time she does turn to take in the expression change that’s happened on his face and she seems pleased with the shock and confusion she sees. “Bet you didn’t know that, did ya?“ Contemplating her next move for a second, she plays with the belts of her bulletproof vest and gear before seemingly deciding on what to do. Her fingers quickly undo the belts and buttons of the gear that’s covering her torso, removing the strong and dense protective material to expose the skin of her side where there’s a scar where she had to have surgery to get the bullet removed. Around the scar there’s a tattoo of a peculiar looking flower, masking the line as a part of itself, “I got that tattoo as a reminder of that night. A tribute to more than one freedom coming to me at once.” She quickly readjusts her gear, and slumps into the seat with a sigh of a deflating balloon. “No longer a slave, no longer an addict. Though, addicts are slaves too - slaves to our own brain’s dependency on a substance that’s destroying us.”

Rick is at a loss for words. He wasn’t expecting that, never did he think Y/N was an addict as well prior to being a henchwoman and then a prisoner. That’s probably due to the fact that she’s always been in a great physical shape, ready to take on the enemy whenever and wherever. ��Damn, fucking hell, I’m sorry you had to go through that, Y/N...“ He really doesn’t know what’s there to say when he now feels even shittier than he did before.

He almost jumps out of his skin when he feels her hand on his bicep, “I would still be going through it if it wasn’t for you. In fact, come to think of it, I should apologize for pouncing at you like that when all you did was do me a favor.” She giggles quietly before adding, “But I won’t.”

He too allows himself a small laugh, “I wasn’t expecting you to.“

Of course he wasn’t, he’s come to know her well. And he also knows it’s nothing personal - Y/N is simply not the type of girl who apologizes. That he can stomach, but imagining his co-pilot seat unoccupied on the way back from this mission he cannot.

Damn it, Flag. God fucking damn you, you’ve done it again haven’t you, he asks himself, knowing the answer perfectly well already.

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

[razrbladekiss]

Tyrants | Chapter One - Disclosure

A/N: This was supposed to be a Jax x Fem!OC fanfic, but it took a little turn as I started to write more of it. So, it’ll be Tig x Fem!OC, but Jax does play a very important role in this.

SUMMARY: A sick turn of events sees Isla Telford thrown in at the deep end, battling to govern the sudden pressures of all that her father's club decidedly bestow upon her.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: Brief mentions of murder, the guy that got his ass shit is in this one. Jax and Tig get their own warnings, too, for obvious reasons.

The older I get, the more I realize that age doesn't bring wisdom. It only brings weary.

John Teller was always so astute.

His judicious character befell his son, too. Jax had that same perceptive nature as his old man--everyone would comment on that.

To Isla, it was admirable. For Jackson Teller to be a man of such stature--to hold such a reputation--and to remain somewhat level-headed through it all, was only something she could commend.

She'd seen many of her father's friends crumble under the pressure of Samcro, unable to balance the weight of living with the responsibility and commitment to the club, and meet their unfortunate demise--in some not-so extreme cases.

But Jax was different. He'd always been different.

Maybe that wasn't so great, however.

"You're fucking insane, Isla."

"Not insane." She mumbled, sifting through the box of shitty medical supplies that Gemma had left atop the pool table last night.

"Just trying to patch this shit up so Hayes doesn't kick the fucking bucket before Jax gets back here."

Tig snarled. "But it might be infected, and the bullet is still in this dude's ass--"

Isla whipped her head to glare at the man, her eyes wide, forehead slick with sweat--and a little blood, too.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Isla--"

"Tig, with all due respect, unless you're gonna help, please get the fuck outta here."

"That's not gonna suffice," he pointed out, referring to the medical tape, ignoring her scolding.

She wanted to throttle him. Truly, Isla was willing to wrap her crimson-coated fingertips around Tig's neck and squeeze the absolute life out of that man.

"I know." Her lips kneaded together in frustration, watching her father dab an alcohol-infused pad on the wound. "But unless you've got any better ideas, then we're just gonna have to keep reapplying this shit."

"But the infection, Isla."

"But the lack of medical equipment, Tig."

He slapped his palm against the table and glared at her, pointedly. "Why've you gotta be such a bitch all the time, huh?"

"Watch it, Trager." Piqued, Chibs growled.

"I'm not a bitch all the time," she dismissed her father, wiping at her palm with a wet rag. "I'm actually able to control the way I act around other people."

"Oh, fuck you--"

"Christ!"

The Scot's yell was muffled by the cap of his whiskey bottle, his hand pressing against Cameron's skin as the man screamed into the cloth Isla had placed underneath his head.

"God, for fucks sake, both of you just pack it in."

"Chibs--"

"Shut the fuck up. You're a fucking geriatric and you're spending your morning bickering with an almost thirty-year-old. Grow up, Tig."

Despite laughing at his comment, and enjoying the irritation wash over the other man's face, she felt bad.

For riling her father up--who was simply trying to help the innocent Irishman caught in the literal crossfire--she felt fucking awful. Especially because he never seemed to get mad at her all too often.

Tig, though...That was a different story entirely.

"I'm gonna go see if Clay has any more shit lying 'round here." She declared, throwing a damp towel onto the table, backing out of the room.

Her heart was in her throat, stomach in damn knots. Isla wasn't confident that Cameron was going to make it--not with such a deep wound.

And in his ass, too? Jesus. She wasn't confident at all.

Of course, she'd seen men get shot. Her own father, for one. But she hadn't seen somebody have to go so long without actual medical attention.

Chibs was ex-army med, but there was only so much a man could've done with a bottle of liquor, gauze, and a towel.

She was relieved that the bullet hit Cameron and not Clay, though. As sick as it sounded, she was so fucking glad that he'd managed to dodge the line of fire--initially intended for his own skull--and come out completely unscathed.

But for every ounce of relief she'd felt, an even more fervid sense of anger prevailed at the thought of Jax taking so damn long with those medical supplies he'd sought to get last night.

Gemma mentioned something about heading to the hospital--or a friend's house, or something--but Isla wasn't paying any mind to the woman as she, and Chibs, were trying all ways to stop the bleeding coming from Cameron's ass cheek.

It was the most bizarre turn of events she'd ever experienced.

One minute, Isla was sipping on a glass of wine while she eagerly awaited the spirited ping of her tiny microwave oven, ready to spend a rare--though well fucking deserved--night alone.

However, things took a drastic turn when she received a call from Tig--on behalf of a very busy Chibs--casually requesting her assistance because the Mayans had tried to assassinate Clay.

But Tig failed to mention that the man was completely fine.

She'd spent fifteen minutes on the way over mentally preparing herself, wondering what hell she'd walk into when she set foot into the clubhouse. But it was normal--strangely so.

Isla wasn't a professional, she didn't exactly know how to handle such a trauma, but she trusted her father and she just wanted to make sure he had a helping hand.

God knows that Tig wouldn't have been very much use, and Juice was a little nervous--though, he was doing incredibly well throughout the ordeal regardless of his internal apprehension.

"How's it looking?" Gemma threw at Isla, getting to her feet.

"Bloody."

She quickly scanned the room, taking in the uncomfortably sparse bar. It wasn't usually so empty, so quiet.

Clay, Gemma, and Juice. That was it. Not even Piney--not even Epps.

"Is he doing okay?"

It was still early in the day, though. She guessed that they'd pop in once they properly came around.

"He's better than he was last night." The brunette nodded. "Dad is certain the laceration is gonna get infected if we leave it any longer without trying to get the bullet out--"

"You've gotta wait 'til Jax gets back here, Isla, we can't risk Hayes dying on us."

"I know, Clay. He's just fucking tired--he's been up all night. We need a real medic on the scene before something bad happens. It's only a matter of time."

He mumbled something to himself that only Gemma seemed to catch, but Isla didn't particularly give a damn at that point. Like Chibs, she was exhausted.

The tattered and torn plaid shirt she had thrown over a random tank top--now smeared with another man's blood--was wrenched between her fingers as she pulled it off, folding it not-so-neatly.

She hadn't dealt with such a bloody wound in a while. Not since her mother's palm, decorated with shards of glass, was in dire need of stitches and her father was across the country, unable to offer his medical assistance.

"I'll grab one of Jax's shirts for you--"

"No, Gemma, it's okay," she smiled, taking a seat on one of the couches opposite her.

The older woman pinched her eyebrows together skeptically, watching Isla shift. "I insist."

"It's fine." Isla was adamant. "I'm gonna head home as soon as Jax gets back here--if he gets back here--so, really, it's fine."

A minimal amount of already dried blood was spread over her wrists and fingers, and the excess had been rubbed off on her crimson flannel, so she didn't particularly feel bad about making any mess.

Though, she shouldn't have felt bad. Not after she'd been coerced into helping and eventually receiving that shitty reception from Tig.

"Aren't you cold?" She questioned, waiting for Isla to capitulate, but she never did.

The thought of wearing one of Jax's shirts--after it being given to her by his fucking mother--didn't sit right with her for some reason. Plus, she didn't particularly feel like walking out of that building wearing the damn reaper on her back.

She didn't want to flaunt their patch. Not any more than she already had been for the last ten years.

"Where the fuck is he?"

Clay glared at the clock on the wall, realizing they'd been without the Vice President for hours. In an attempt to put him at ease, Gemma ran a hand along his shoulder.

Isla could only watch them--admire, perhaps.

"He told us he was gonna swing by Tara's place for the equipment. But that was last night, man." Juice shrugged, circling the lip of his beer bottle with his thumb.

She felt her throat thicken with a sick sense of trepidation. She hadn't heard that name in years.

"Tara?" She stuttered, feeling Gemma's piercing glare.

The woman hated Jax's first love, though she never said it aloud. Isla knew her perception of her, however, and she'd started to feel the exact same as the years went on.

Bitch.

"Yeah, y'know, Tara Knowles--"

Her heart sank--fuck that, it dove straight to the deep caverns of her chest, throbbing away into nothing. Until she felt completely void of all emotion. Completely fucking numb.

"I know her, Juice." Her response came hastily, snappy. "I'm sorry. I just didn't expect you to say that."

He shrugged it off. "It's alright. I wasn't expecting her to be back in town, either. I thought you already knew."

Suddenly uncomfortable, Isla's head shook.

The crow situated at the bottom of her spine began to smolder, blistering away at her skin until she physically flinched.

It was a brilliant idea at the time, getting a matching tattoo with Jax's old lady--the one woman she truly adored and trusted, never once feeling an ounce of malice toward.

Because that was a rare thing for Isla, and she wanted their friendship--and relation to Samcro--to prevail for eternity, she supposed.

But as time went on and Tara decided to distance, and eventually alienate, herself from the club, an ample sense of regret persisted for fucking months.

Isla loathed her ink. She hated the negative connotation of the crow she once lauded, and the mere idea of that thing being slapped above her ass forever churned her stomach.

It wasn't one of her finest moments, she had to admit. But she was young and extremely fucking dumb. She'd bet top dollar that Tara felt the same--if she hadn't gotten the crow covered up already.

"Jesus, Jax, where were you?!"

Her eyes flicked upward, attention on the blonde as he sauntered across the wooden floor of the bar.

She hadn't even noticed his presence until Clay spoke, but she soon started to heed how Jax was trembling a bit with every step that he took.

It wasn't obvious. To most people, the slight shake of his wrist would've gone completely unnoticed. But to Isla--to the most observant woman in Charming--his discomfort was striking.

Jax ignored him, stomping his way toward the back room. His line of sight never satisfied Isla's. It didn't even come close to it, either.

Something had happened. It was obvious that, in the time he had been with Tara, he'd encountered something grizzly enough to chill him to the bone.

Which was saying something, what with the horrific shit that he'd already seen in his time.

"Jax!" Clay yelled, following closely behind him. "Hey, asshole, where the fuck did you put the bag--"

"I've got it."

If she had the option, Isla would've allowed the floor to swallow her fucking whole.

"Tara." Pissed, Gemma acknowledged. "You're here because?"

"I asked her to help, mom."

"But Chibs had it covered. He just needed some actual instruments--"

"Gemma, quit it."

She simply nodded at her son, not wanting to cause another problem that she'd have to fix later--which, honestly, Isla was shocked to see.

"He's in there--"

"I know." Jax cut her short, ushering Tara to the back of the clubhouse--striving to get her into the room before she heeded Isla.

But she did.

The first person she clocked--aside from Clay--was Isla Telford, the woman she had purposely alienated herself from ten fucking years ago.

It wasn't anything that she'd particularly done to Tara, more like the crowd she ran with--and the way her loyalties never seemed to lay very closely to her friends, or anything outside of the club.

Isla wasn't a part of Samcro--she didn't want to be a part of Samcro--but her coalition was strong enough to convince anybody that she was more than merely a daughter of a Sgt. at Arms.

She had been brought up around the Sons--her father's choice, of course--and when her mother passed, she had no choice but to dive a little bit deeper into that world. But, as expected, it was constantly under the watchful eye of her old man.

She was dedicated to them. They were, essentially, family, and she was an honorary member.

"Isla." Jax mumbled, nodding his head toward the entrance of the clubhouse as he closed the back-door. "Outside."

He pulled a carton of cigarettes out of his leather vest, shaking the box as he strived to seem a little less suspicious to Clay and his mother.

The blonde wobbled to her feet--knees weak after hours of standing--while simultaneously pulling her bloodied flannel back onto svelte, freckled arms, recognizing that the chill was to hit her the second she stepped onto the gravel.

Jax was casual while he strutted ahead, taking long strides that Isla found fucking impossible to keep up with.

He pushed the door to close behind her, offering a cigarette that she hastily declined.

"What's she doing here?" Was how she decided to break the silence, her eyes searching for a hint of something written on his face.

But there was nothing. Not an ounce of emotion--scarily so.

"She's fixing Cameron up--"

"Not at the clubhouse, Jax. I meant back in Charming."

He ran a thumb across his lower lip, trying to soften his gaze on Isla, but it was futile. He looked discomposed--unsettled.

"She's uh--she's workin' at the hospital now." She started to nod, waiting for his elaboration. It never came, however.

"Oh, that's nice. I wonder what happened in Chicago...Do you know why she's back here? Or how long she's gonna be staying in town--"

"You sound like my fucking mother--give it a break with the thirty-seven questions about Tara, damnit."

He snarled, heeding the distaste of his words the second she glowered at him.

"Excuse you?"

"I didn't call you out here for a sweet little conversation, Isla, I called you 'cause I need your help--"

"With what?"

Jax's hand hooked onto the back of his neck while he tilted his head to look upward, thinking of a way--any fucking way--to explain just what damn mess he'd found himself entwined with over the course of the last twenty-four hours.

He didn't know what to say or how to say it--if he should've fucking said it. He trusted Isla with his life--always had--but sometimes he appreciated that she mightn't have appreciated finding herself tangled within Jax's boisterous, at times frightening, life.

But it was too late for that. She'd been dragged through the deepest shit and wasn't crumbling that easily.

"Jax--"

"Kohn." He stated simply, waiting for the cogs of her brain to begin turning.

"What about him? You got in trouble with the ATF or something? Because we can handle that--"

"I already did." Jax laughed humorlessly, finally meeting Isla's line of sight.

The skin underneath his eyes was red raw, blotchy and irritated after he had used the sleeve of his hoodie to scrub away the tears he'd shed.

The tears he hadn't wanted to shed, but had fallen freely--uncontrollably--from those cerulean hues Isla never tired of looking at.

"What do you mean by that?" Nervously, she quizzed.

He didn't even have to say anything. She fucking knew. She knew exactly what he meant by that, but there was a tiny morsel of something within her that hoped and prayed that he'd declare that her gut feeling was wrong.

But he couldn't. Because it was right. Like always, Isla's intuition didn't fail her.

"Jax, honey, what did you do--"

"I killed Kohn."

[t0th3-ark]

Foreign Shadows

Karl Heisenberg x Reader: Part 1

Warnings: weapons, blood, gore, kidnapping, torture, cursing, sexual content.

"Ethan, you can't be serious?" (Y/N) calls after her friend. "I am serious. She's missing and I'm going to find her." Ethan shouts, over his shoulder, continuing into the woods. "Its getting late, you can't go out there alone." She says, stomping after him. Ethan turns suddenly. (Y/N) bumps into her chest, inhaling sharply. He looks down at her with desperation.

"Then come with me."

(Y/N) walks beside Ethan, arms crossed. They hadn't spoken to each other for at least twenty minutes. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Ethan sighs, breaking the silence. "I know this is hard for you." (Y/N) starts, feeling an uncomfortable shiver run down her spine. Someone was watching. "But this wasn't a good idea. We're out here alone, in that dark, with a only a flashlight. I mean this is classic horror story shit." (Y/N) says. "I know, I know." Ethan mumbles. What sounds like a small branch snapping under someone's foot his heard. They both fall quiet. Ethan looks at (Y/N). Shs looks back wide eyed. He glances around, suddenlt noticing lights in the distance. He pulls (Y/N) to him, whispering in her ear. "There are light down the hill. When I tap your arm, we run, got it." He explains, having a feeling of dread in his gut. (Y/N) lets out a shaky breath feeling him tap her arm. She boots.

Ethan is hot on her tail, as they both sprint down the hill. The lights get closer and closer to reveal a small village. "What the hell?" (Y/N) whispers. Ethan doesn't see her stop running and bumps into her, knocking them both to the ground. "Shit!" Ethan says, grabbing the attention of some people walking the street. (Y/N) groans, sitting up, feeling eyes on her. "Ethan." (Y/N) says, patting the ground beside her. He was gone. She stares at the spot of the ground he once was sitting on. Did he leave her? (Y/N) stands, brushing her hands on her jeans. "Ethan!" She whispers harshly. "Dammit." She mumbles, looking entirely out of place in the village. "Are you lost?" Someone asks, from behind her. She turns, quickly. "I don't- I'm not from here." (Y/N) stutters watching the woman's face light up. "A foreigner! How lovely." She starts. (Y/N) doesn't let her finish. "Have you seen a guy, about this tall," She gestures with her hands, "Blonde hair? He was wearing a green jack-" The woman stops her. "I've seen no man. Please come, inside!" She says ushering (Y/N) inside her home. "Wait, but-" The woman sushes her. "I insist! We never get foreigners nowadays." The woman laughs, eerily. (Y/N) swallows, thickly. "Let me go find my husband, and I'll be right back." The woman says, giving her a creepy grin. (Y/N) shutters as the woman leaves. She rushes to the door, opening it. It slams on the wall as she bolts out of the woman's house and into the square. Where the hell was she? What was going on? Where did Ethan go? What was in the wood? Her breath quickens and she glances frantically around the village for an escape. Villagers stop in their tracks, staring at her as if she were a digusting creature. A dull pain, resonates on the back of her skull. She grunts, falling to the ground from the impact. She turns, seeing villager with some heavy object in hand. (Y/N)'s head pounds. Her adrenaline begins to kick in. The man raises his weapon to strike again and she rolls to the side hearing it clank on the brick below her. She kicks the man in the shin, pulling herself up. "Oh no you don't!" The man yells, aiming a shotgun at her. Where did her get that from? "What do you want? What's going on?" (Y/N) roars, anger filling her. "Where is my friend? What did you do to him-" The gun goes off, the bullets piercing her thigh. (Y/N) falls on her back, crying out in pain. Her hands shoot to her injured leg, holding it. Blood seeps onto her hands. She sobs, looking up through her tears at the man. "Mother Miranda will be very pleased to see you." The man says, confusing the hell out of (Y/N). "Please-" The barrel of the gun comes down the hit (Y/N)'s head. 

Darkness.

"Oh, please, that is utter nonsense!" A female's voice booms. (Y/N) winces, feeling cold metal around her wrists. Her thigh is numb and pulsates with her heart. Her head hurts. It's throbbing, aching. She turns to lie on her back. "(Y/N)!" Someone hisses, from beside her. "Ethan?" (Y/N) croaks, quietly. "Thank God. I thought you wouldn't wake up." Ethan says. He's bloody and dirty. "What's going on? Ethan, please tell me this isn't real." (Y/N) whispers. "Ah!" The same female voice says. "They're awake." She chuckles. (Y/N) props herself up against a wall. Oh god. A woman looms above her. She's enormous. She towers over (Y/N) like a tree. She has to crane her neck to see the woman's face. She glances around the room seeing several other figures. Her eyes widen. What the fuck was happening? "Oh, don't be alarmed, darling." The woman, grins. "The worst is yet to come." She says. Someone snorts and (Y/N)'s head turns to see a gruff looking man, smoking a cigar. "What the fuck is going on?" (Y/N) projects, taking all of the strange people by surprise. Ethan feels anxiety bubble in him. "Who are you? What are we doing here?" (Y/N) drills. No one answers. "Answer me, goddammit!" (Y/N) shouts. Cigar man let's out a laugh. It sounded like it came from deep within her gut.

"What's so funny, cigar man?" (Y/N) growls, making Ethan kick her uninjured leg. "Dont provoke them." He mumbles. "Cigar man." The scruffy man repeats. "Don't provoke them?" (Y/N) says lowly. The strange people watch the two humans interact. "Don't fucking provoke them?" She shouts at Ethan, making him flinch. "Some dumbass shot me in the leg and all I was trying to do was get some answers." (Y/N) rants. "You're the one who dragged me out here to find you're precious daughter!" She says raising her hands mockingly. Ethan's face contorts. "Oh so it's my fault?" He says, laughing bitterly. "Obviously! We're in this situation because of you!" She argues, shoving her index finger into his chest. "Me? I'm not the one who-" The tall woman becomes tired of their bickering. "Enough!" She booms, shutting them both up. "Mother Miranda is on her way and she will decide what to do with both of you." She says, obviously annoyed. "I like her." The man says, pointing his cigar at (Y/N). "She's got spunk. Now him," He pauses, pointing to Ethan, "He seems like a pain in the ass, if I'm being blunt with you." He says, ignoring that the two humans were even there, talking to the tall lady. The large woman, sighs heavily. "It isn't your decision, Heisenberg." She says, sitting down. "Now hang on just a minute," (Y/N) says squinting. "Since when am I property?" She glares at all of them. Ethan swallows. "Since you set foot here." A new voice says. It's filled with power. It was quite intimidating. A female figure covered in feathers enters the room. "What the fuck." (Y/N) whispers, eyes trailing her as she walks. The Heisenberg man snorts. Ethan  cowers to the wall behind him. Idiot. 

Miranda stops at the center of the room. "We will decide your fate, from now, forward." She says, speaking with a kind of grace. "So we don't get a fucking say in this?" (Y/N) fumes. "(Y/N)." Ethan says, weakly. "Don't '(Y/N)' me. I don't want anything to do with this! This is insane. It this a joke? Did my mom set this shit up? She's been after me for years. I knew-" (Y/N) is silenced. "Shut your fucking hole and let the woman speak. Damn." Heisenberg snaps. "I thought you liked me, cigar boy." (Y/N) sneers. Heisenberg rises from his seat, suddenly, making her jump. Mother Miranda sighs. "Now you listen to me, princess." Heisenberg growls, stalking over to her. (Y/N) stands her ground, rolling her shoulders back. Ethan starts to shake in fear. He grabs her jaw, roughly.

"You ain't making the fucking decisions around here." He says. (Y/N) tries to pull her head out of his grasp, but he simply tightens it. "Your fate is already layed out for you. So I suggest to cooperate or you will face the consequences." Heisenberg grins. "Get your hands off me you pig!" (Y/N) says, lowly. A loud crack echos inside the room. (Y/N) falls back against the wall, hand to her face. He just hit her. "Learn your place or you won't survive." Heisenberg whimpers. (Y/N)'s eyes sting with tears. Everything hurt and nothing made sense. "Go to hell." She mumbles. "What did I just say-" heisenberg starts raising his voice. "That's a great show you put on for us, dear, but I think that's enough." The tall woman says, boredom in her tone. (Y/N) slumps back against the wall, defeated. It was no use. 

"Ethan Winters." Mother Miranda says. "Your fate has been decided." She speaks with authority. There's a pause. "Lady Dimitrescu will have you." She states. The tall woman grins wildly. Ethan shrinks back against the wall. (Y/N) sits there, a cut on her cheek from something Heisenberg hand on his hand. Possibly a ring. She didn't care. Ethan is carried away by the tall lady she had learned to be Alcina Dimitrescu. "Good fucking ridens." (Y/N) mumbles to herself, watching Ethan struggle. "(Y/N) (L/N). Your fate has been decided." Mother Miranda repeats. "Oh, great." (Y/N) says, voice dripping in hate. "Lord Heisenberg will take you." She says. (Y/N) feels anger filling her. "I'm not going with that idiot." She says, looking at Miranda while referring to him. She hears him stand. Goosebumps rise on her skin, seeing his shadow on the ground as he looms above her. "Get up." He orders. "Fuck off." (Y/N) retorts, still looking at Miranda. "Get the fuck up!" Heisenberg booms. (Y/N) glares up at him. "I said, fuck off!" She yells back. Heisenberg smiles, adjusting his hat. "You're in for a ride, pretty girl." He growls, grabbing her forearm, forcing her to stand on her bad leg. (Y/N) yelps, numbing pain shooting through her ankle to her hip. She pants, pulling at the chains surrounding her wrist. She would glady, for no money at all, kick him in the balls, if her leg was healed.

"Well? C'mon walk." Heisenberg says, in a teasing manner. "I got shot, dumbass! I can't walk." (Y/N) spits. "Guess I'll either have to drag you or throw you over my shoulder. What'll it be?" He says, a glint in his eyes. (Y/N) remains silent. He grabs her by the middle, hosting her over his shoulder. "Put me down!" (Y/N) shouts as he begins to walk. "Oh! I see. You'd rather be dragged on the ground, huh?" Heisenberg says, stopping. "No." (Y/N) says, quickly. "That's what I fuckin' thought." He says, hand resting on the bad of her thighs. It didn't seem like he really cared about the wound on her thigh.(Y/N) starts to feel blood rush to her head. The man was carrying her at an uncomfortable angle. She grunts, wiggling to adjust herself. "Quit movin'." Heisenberg barks, slapping the back of her injured thigh. (Y/N) flinches letting out a pained sound. She dangles from his shoulder like a ragdoll. This was embarrassing to say the least. He was treating her like a sack of potatoes. 

After what felt like a month, they reached some sort of plant. A factory maybe? This was all surreal. A whirring sound is heard and (Y/N) is walked through a door. "Welcome to your new home." Heisenberg chuckles. "This isn't my home." She snaps, hitting his back with her chained wrists. "Now you've done it." He says, before throwing her down on the floor. (Y/N) hisses, her leg aching. "Look, this us how it's gonna be." He starts, kneeling down to an eye level stance. "You ain't gonna cause trouble and your gonna do what I say. You hear?" He says. "You may need some trainin'," He pauses, eyes hinting some darkness,

"But you'll fuckin' learn."