#i got sick today outta nowhere

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--- like this for a starter based on lyrics from my Shigaraki playlist!

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"he's tryna get in mad dawg's pants brotha eughh.." your friend nathan snorts. the small market & cafe you and your sister-like friend madi work at is quiet, similar to most days. a few regulars drop by occasionally and update you and the girl about their life before driving off in a fresh, sick car. however, it's a little different today. you hear a childish whisper from your boyfriend's brother, matt, after returning from a lunch break and locking your customized pink honda. nate snickers next to matt, distanced away from madi and a new customer sitting in the cafe. his eyes catch yours from the mini market with a cheeky grin before waving his hand low to invite you over. your hand clutches a brown paper bag filled with lunches for you, madi, and your boyfriend's gang. speaking of your lover, the youngest triplet walks out of the messy male restroom with damp hair, clearly from fixing it up. chris' bored frown is quickly replaced with a toothy smile and a wink upon your entry.

you hurriedly rush past the unfamiliar guest to your crew, handing them their sandwiches out of the bag. "hey mama." chris brings up a hand to your cheek, pecking your glossy lips in greeting. "hi baby." you sweetly smile after pulling away before turning your head towards the stranger. "who's that? never seen him before.." you whisper with pinched eyebrows once your head snaps back. nate shoves a cold-cut sandwich into his mouth, eyes flickering between you and the counter where the blonde-haired individual sits. matt quietly thanks you for lunch and grins at the scene. the boy shrugs, "i dunno-- just showed up outta nowhere. he's got pretty eyes though." he jokes, taking a bite of his sandwich. you giggle lightly, turning around again to watch the madi and the guy interact. "man, he's got a nice cut." nate muffles through a full mouth. chris slaps his bare arm chuckling, "chew your food dumbass". the two playfully bicker as you stare at madi, searching for any signs that may show she's uncomfortable. she seems fine until that bitch salem struts in with her stupid ass ponytail and fugly cowboy boots. she drunkingly plops down on the stool next to the blond, a goofy smile spreading across her face as she pulls shades off her face.

"my, my!" her voice cracks loudly with madi scrunching up her nose. "i've never seen you before. you from outta town?" she smirks, tapping her hot pink nails against the counter melodically.

madi scoffs, annoyed. flicking a strand of hair out of her face, she turns to the four of you knowingly. you sigh, tugging the front of your boyfriend's black tank. "go get her" you fold your arms as your head spins to look at chris. he groans. salem always has a problem with any new people. she's childishly defensive of "her" territory. stupid, yeah. chris brushes past you guys to salem where he pulls her off the stool, matt following behind him. "oh-- hey guys! is this our new pal? the new buddy? fuckin' weirdo i say, tryna FUCK MADI, YOU WEIRD ASS!" salem begins to screech as the two triplets grab ahold of her arms. their faces are stone cold having been through this far too many times before. the blond gets out of his chair, throwing money on the table with an icked expression befire he waving to madi and walking out of the cafe to his car. "BETTER FUCKING RUN, PUSSY!!" salem continues to yell. chris and matt drag her to the back of the building into a tiny office. they throw her on the chair while nate comes up from behind you to grab a water bottle.

"why the fuck are you drunk at 1pm?" chris spits, taking the bottle from nate and shoving it in her hands, tired of dealing with her shit. like he does madi, he considers salem a sister knowing her since their teenage years. unfortunately, that's the main reason why he keeps her around. "you don't turn your back on family", as he says. as you stare at the pitiful girl, you think, if it were your choice, you'd kick her to the curb without a second thought. she's never liked you anyway. you bite the inside of your cheek, watching her rub up against your boyfriend, pushing her drunken state. chris had always made sure she knew her boundaries. don't worry, he's not totally clueless. he's been aware of her feelings for him, but she just doesn't care. the girl abruptly snatches the front of chris' tank into her fist, standing up after slamming the water bottle onto a desk. you roll your eyes, dropping your arms by your side ready to interfere. "alright, alright, that's enough."

the four of you standing around salem turn around to the sight of jimmy sturniolo, the triplets' father. the man who runs this business and had street raced for years before quitting when he reached a mature age. his thin long sleeve is covered in oil from fixing up cars. "hey dad." the two triplets greet him unanimously. jimmy adjusts his cap before slapping his boys on the back as hello with a fatherly smile. "miss yn.." he playfully gasps and bows. you grin back toothily while wrapping your arms around his torso and kissing the side of his wrinkly face. he holds his hand to your cheek with sweet adoration before clearing his throat and turning to salem, nate, and now madi in the office. everyone stays quiet, watching jimmy as he stares back at everyone else blankly. that is until he claps his hands and rubs them together. "race tonight on 4th. i'll be there watching." he smirks, ruffling matt's already messy hair before striding out of the store.

"yo mads, what's up with that dude that was here?" nate wiggles his eyebrows, grabbing a capri sun from the employees' mini fridge. the girl rolls her eyes with a shy smile, shrugging her arms lazily as her silky hair falls behind her. "he just comes around sometimes. it's no biggie, he's nice." she says giving you nervous side glances. you hide your knowing face by turning to a frowning triplet. "hey youu." you poke his cheek with your finger. he hums in response, wrapping both arms around your waist and swaying you away gently. "m gonna race t'night." you state, looking up at the boy while you hold onto him. he sighs, dropping his head onto your bare shoulder, fluffy brunette hair brushing against your skin. "babe.." chris starts. you cut him off almost immediately, "i know, i know! but listen, i'll make sure everything is good, 'kay?" the boy picks his head up, looking down at you while he thinks. you raise your eyebrows hopefully, squeezing onto him a little tighter.

finally he exhales dramatically, throwing his head back. you smile widely. "fine, but i'm checking everything twice!" he pinches the side of your waist. you giggle, giving him a quick kiss. "thank youuu! i'm gonna beat your ass so bad." you grin at the trace of pink lipgloss you left on his lips that he doesn't care to wipe away.

chris scoffs, "okay missy. you wanna bet on that?" he challenges with daring eyes. a loud interruption from one of your boyfriend's employees catches chris' attention. "yo! andre wants the engine fixed boss!" the brunette sighs with a curt nod. you rub your glossy lips together while he reverts his blue eyes back to you, shrugging his sweaty shoulders with disappointment. "duty calls sweetheart." he plants a sweet kiss that was only supposed to be for a second onto your mouth, but you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip teasingly.

grinning playfully, you begin to pull away when a hand lifts from your side and reaches to the back of your head, dragging you back in. chris sucks on your tongue nastily while massaging your waist with his resting hand. then he abruptly pulls away grinning with a string of saliva holding onto both of your mouths. he licks the spit off his pink lips with his long tongue before dropping the rough hand from the back of your head. your pretty lashes flutter back at your boyfriend's smirk dazedly, fixing your little pink skirt from where his hand left. "bye baby." he finishes pulling out a toothpick from his denim pocket and tugging it between his lips before smacking your ass as he walks by you with a chuckle. with smeared lipgloss, you smile gently. that is until you remember the race. you call out to him, "wait! how much are we betting?"

your boy smirks as his head cocks around , still keeping a fast pace. “5 times you gotta make me cum okay?!” that horny loser you call your boyfriend yells back, his hand cupping his mouth. your eyes widen making a “shut the fuck up!!” face. chris giggles before turning his head back around and heading out the door. five times huh? you shake your head with a stupid grin and return behind the counter, picking up your brown paper lunch bag when you do. your eyes scan up to your pink honda parked infront of the cafe. you smile confidently. "okay, bet!"

chris had tweaked some parts of your car before the race. fixed little things here and there, practically perfected your precious vehicle. you pull up to your designated spot right before the starting line. the large crowd forming cheer at the sight of your pretty car and you inside. you being your sweet, bubbly self, you roll down the passenger window to blow a little kiss to the onlookers and betters. engines around you revving, excited cheers, disgusting catcalls, the sounds were all too familiar. most would argue that a sweet girl like you doesn't belong in this type of area. you used to think so too, but you'd proved your worth here. most people don't fuck with you, not just because of your boyfriend's status, but your true threats. one time, some whore said she'd give chris head since you lost a 1v1 to her friend. you scoffed, telling her you'd slash her tires if she tried. guess who had to visit the repair?

your moment of attention fades into the past when your hot ass boyfriend turns the corner of the street in his glossy orange toyota supra. his black bulletproof tinted windows roll down to flash his toothy, smug, panty-dropping smirk to the audience. one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm wraps around the passenger seat's head, his muscles flex beautifully. your eyes wander all over him. he looks gorgeous, to say the very least. the flag girl pops her bubblegum, a knowing chuckle leaving her mouth. "you winnin tonight?" she cocks a brow with a questioning eye. the egotistical brunette lets a "tsst" past his lips, picking up a can of pepsi from the console. "is the sky fucking blue?"

the flag girl chuckles, sticking her tongue out before heading back to the starting line. your boyfriend's head turns to you with hearts in those blue eyes. "whooo, you're lookin stunning, baby!" chris whistles, fanning himself with his hand playfully. you giggle, fluttering your lashes unconsciously. it was true, you always dress all out for races, from glittery pink eyeshadow on your lids to the chunky mary janes on your lace stocking-covered feet.

"what's a lil thing like you doin here?" an unfamiliar voice calls out to you. a taller viewer next to him smacks the man's chest lightly with a startled face like he just asked the most unimaginable question ever. his head shakes with annoyance before turning his head to you with a sigh. "my bad doll, he ain't from these blocks." you smile. "doll", a sweet nickname given to you from chris and spreading throughout the streets. your attention turns back to him, currently checking all his mirrors. your thighs clench, remembering his words from earlier in the day. whether you win or lose, it's gonna be a good night.

nathan enters your vision as his blue nissan pulls up next to chris. he throws you a friendly wink before getting situated. one more person to go! you adjust your tiny pink miniskirt just before pulling lipgloss out of your purse and reapplying, puckering your glittery lips in the mirror afterward. you hear tires coming up from behind you. you quickly glance to the right to see the final driving you're up against. your little smile drops to a frown almost immediately. "hey princess." salem waves teasingly, both hands gripping the steering wheel. your eyes dart to the figure in her passenger seat. "who's the hunk?" you nod to the guy. she turns her head before rolling her eyes. "i dunno. we're gonna fuck when i win though!" the girl makes direct eye contact with you, biting her lip as she arches her back, her tits pressing into the wheel. her mouth drops open widely, eyes clamping shut pornographically. the man next to her laughs dryly, both hands resting behind his head.

"i'm surprised you could even get in." your sugary voice sasses in reference to the $2,000 buy-in. she scoffs, however not getting to bite back when the announcer waves his hands. you drop the conversation, locking in. hands on the wheel, you look at chris one more time before the race begins. he's already looking at you, a hand on the gear stick. "i love you, best of luck." he comments simply. you dopily smile, "i love you too."

"alright, ready..."

your hand reaches to your gear stick.

"set.."

the mob of people whistle and cheer, most crossing their fingers that they consume more money than they've lost. you're ready, craving the extreme acceleration, close encounters with violently crashing, sharp drifts. the risk is what you race for.

"goo!!"

the flag drops simultaneously when you drop your foot on the gas sharply. the four of you take off, tires screeching as you speed down an empty road leading into the city. it's intense when you reach it, turns fast and swervy. you check your mirrors and see salem following you like a lost puppy. you grin with a scoff. poor thing. you step on your pedal harder, speed rising past 140 miles per hour. you turn into an alleyway, cruising through the tight space with ease. bye bye salem!

you make it out the backstreet, spinning the wheel acutely. you slide into lanes of cars, your favorite part. you hum excitedly, weaving through the vehicles scattered around. you purse your lips noticing nate and chris up not too far ahead. "alrightyy!" you beam, taking a hand off the wheel to fluff your hair. accelerating, you gain on the two boys. they switch lanes fast, and you almost forget which way you're going. cars honk annoyingly at you three, driving at higher speeds than usual. "fucking street racers!" you hear behind you distantly. a clump of traffic catches your attention, races are normally well into the night so this doesn't happen. "dang it." you whisper, swerving onto another road. this'll slow you down for sure, and you have no doubt in your mind that chris will somehow make it past the clutter, the way he knows how to drive.

you make it back onto the track you're familiar with when salem pulls up right next to you. you curse under your breath, using your accelerator and revving your car. you pace ahead just to see chris passing the finish line, and nate not too far behind. you exhale, using all the boost you have left to speed ahead, beating nathan past the finish line by just an inch. “damn!” the boy yells, slamming his palms onto his wheel. you slow down, watching chris climb out of his car as the crowd swarms around him with congratulations. he flashes his toothy smile, lifting the designer shades from his face. he looks so good like this, city lights reflecting onto his chain and belt buckle. he's handed a cash envelope which he proudly takes, thanking the host who begins rambling to him.

though chris' head spins around, looking for you. he almost immediately catches your eye with a satisfied grin, walking away from the person talking to him without a word. he comes up to your rolled down window, leaning on the sill. he waves the orange envelope as nathan and jimmy come up behind him. "let's go celebrate, drinks on me!" chris exclaims, jimmy patting his back with a proud smile. "congrats!!" you smile, leaning over to give him a sweet peck. he cheeses against your lips when you pull away, remembering your bet from earlier in the day. "uh, actually i left something in your car babe. jimmy do you mind driving mine?" you ask innocently, batting your lashes at the older man. he waves his hand, "no problemo doll." chris winks knowingly, your eyes darting from his shyly.

you and chris hop into his toyota, driving off to the bar where everyone was supposed to meet. "what did you 'leave in here'?" he mocks, one hand on the wheel and the other on your revealed thigh. you giggle, grabbing the hand on your thigh. "chrisss.." you mutter in defeat. suddenly he pulls into a partially deserted spot away from all the buildings. he puts the car in park, ripping off his seatbelt.

"well it looks like i gotta get my second reward huh baby?" chris grins, eyebrows raising teasingly. you purse your lips with an agreeing hum before clumsily shuffling over to his side of the car, lifting the armrest back as you do. with a chuckle, the boy lifts both arms to reach behind the seat, staring down at your face right infront of the noticeable bulge in his pants. you gawk hungrily as you unzip his jeans, dig past his boxers, pulling his hard cock out. he hisses quietly before laying a hand down against the back of your head gently. his eyes soften for a second, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, his hand grabbing your chin softly. "hey," he directs your eyes to meet his. "you tell me if it's too much, kay?" his thumb rubs against your cheek delicately as you smile warmly. "okay."

your gaze falls back on the delicious sight before you, your mouth watering. you blink hazily, mouth opening slowly. you give the slightly dripping tip a little stroke when chris' head falls back against the seat, teeth digging into his bottom lip. it's been a while since you went down on your boyfriend, he usually prefers to give you head under normal circumstances, but tonight is all about his pleasure. you stick out your tongue to lay it flat against the head of his dick, the precum sticking onto the pink muscle. you suck as gently as you can, spit beginning to drip out of your mouth. the boy's hand goes back to your head, lightly pushing you down. your mouth opens wider, taking in more of him. he sighs heavily, eyes squeezing shut. "fhuckk, g-good girl. such a good girl, mama." he pants, small grunts falling out of his throat.

you moan contently against his cock, the vibrations scrunching up your boyfriend's face blissfully. you remove your mouth and replace it with your soft hand, finger pressing against his tip while you turn your head to the side to lick a long stripe along the base. "o-oh god.. yesss, fuck!" the brunette mutters, teeth gritting as his hand rubs the back of your head comfortingly. you go back to sucking him off, deciding to speed this up as you feel your panties getting stickier as seconds pass. one of your hands pump the length you can't reach with your mouth while the other slides down your body to your crotch where you rub your clit in small circles. of course chris notices, a cheeky grin spreading across his gorgeous face. "this gettin you off baby? ahshhitt, 'm gonna take care of you in a sec, doll. s'close.."

you're making such a mess on his dick, it's disgusting. saliva dripping down his girthy length while he fights the urge to rut his hips up into your mouth. “oh god i’m gonna cum.” he groans, wiping strands of hair out of your face. you pull your head up slightly with tears down your face to swirl your tongue in circles on his tip. and just like that, his load spurts down your throat. he hums contently, eyes squeezed shut. you slurp what's left of his release before getting off him with a popping "p".

you wipe your bottom lip with your manicured finger, staring at the mess you've made chris with a lustfully fuzzy head. you dumbly whine, pushing your skirt down your legs. chris chuckles, "yeah i know what y'need sweetheart, c'mere." he coos, patting his lap and scooting his chair back so you have space to climb onto him. your skirt is thrown behind you onto your seat before latching onto your boyfriend's beefy arms like a koala. he gently kisses your puffy cheeks, hands resting on your hips as you hoist yourself above him. you glance at your boyfriend's face that's filled with love and longing. you needily crane your neck down to smash your lips onto his. he grunts in surprise before slithering his hands down to cup your asscheeks. it's all teeth and tongue really, he sucks on your tongue sloppily, devouring you as much as possible.

"won it f'you."

you moan into his mouth, thin panties brushing against the head of his dick. chris brings a thumb to your needy clit, slowly rubbing in small circles. you were already dripping just from tasting him, the stimulation on your pearl only adding to your arousal. you whine, unintentionally rolling your hips onto his finger. his arm moves from your hip to wrap around your waist, holding you more securely. you quietly squeal and squirm when he applies harder pressure. you let out tiny strings of "mm"s as you slowly sink down onto his big dick. he watches with hungry eyes, cooing, "doing so good honey."

"so full-- inside me.." you babble, hips finally pressing against his as you bottom out. your face twists in a mix of pain and pleasure as chris sighs in relief, hands at your hips again. he lets you get used to him, leaning forward to distract the small feeling of pain while you get used to his length. he sucks on your cute wet lips that gush out drool while your hands come up to grab his face. his hips uncharacteristically buck up at your soft touch. you pull away from his lips to whine loudly, his head pushing against your chest, hand pulling down your shirt to reveal your perky tits. he groans, smushing his face onto one, latching his lips on the bud and sucking roughly. "chriss.." you moan, your hips starting to move. he praises you with a mouthful of boob, "start movin' baby-- yeah, good girl.. ride this dick." he spits out any thought in his mind as you start to pick up the pace.

"gonna make you feel good, baby!" you whimper, bouncing on his cock with all your strength. he grunts, head pulling away from your chest. you're not usually on top, you and chris both prefer him taking care of you. but shit, you're doing so well right now. "my girl must've been waiting all day huh?" he teases, though you don't see through his pestering. "yeah.. all day." you shut your eyes, the squelching of your slick getting louder as you wear youself out. "looked s-so good winning, chris." his heart swells with pride, an strong rush flowing through his body. he sits up straighter, hands gripping your sides and ruts himself up into you. his feet plant on the floorboard of his car, pounding up into you as hard as he can. sweat drips down both of your foreheads, moans in unison. you cry, your back arching against the steering wheel. "oh fuck." chris whispers, watching you come undone. he rubs your clit again and licks a long stripe up the valley of your tits. "ohmygosh, m gonna--" you whine.

"i know, angel. want you to cum, it's okay." he utters smoothly.

he feels you squirting around his cock, completely soaking his lower half and the seat. watching you only pushed him over the edge further, releasing hard inside of you. you moan happily, feeling his warm liquid spill into your body. your face is flushed, hand sliding down chris' abs while he sputters out curses, dick still throbbing even after cumming. "so good, love you baby." you kiss him, licking his teeth. your lower half starts to move again, rolling against him. with a gentle hand, he pulls your face off his. "nono, we gotta get home. not gonna fuck you in here again, gotta do it good." he rambles, grabbing your skirt from your seat. "three more times, remember?" he smugly grins, flashing his pearly whites. you shyly smile, resting your head on his shoulder. "okay." you whisper as he rubs your back with a large hand. he kisses your head, not bothering to move you when he moves the gear stick to drive. "how about later we go get that designer purse you wanted?" he beams, loving being able to treat his girl in any way he can.

its finally outt!!!! after a month of saying i was gonna release it oopsies... anyway! hope u enjoyed, ending was kinda rushed but oh well. i kinda just realized that i never did anything with salem regarding to her crush on chris... sorry abt that!! ♡

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Hopelessly Devoted to You

Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Yelena Belova x Fem!R (brief)

Summary: Wanda made a big mistake, but who hasn’t? She never said she was a saint. It upset her that you weren’t more understanding, but it upset her more to see you trying to move on. There was no one better for you than her; she planned to show you that in malicious ways.

🎼 “My head is sayin', "Fool, forget him" ; My heart is sayin', "Don't let go. Hold on to the end", that's what I intend to do. I'm hopelessly devoted to you. But now there's nowhere to hide. Since you pushed my love aside. I'm outta my head. Hopelessly devoted to you. 🎼

Warnings: Cheating, Breakup, Murder (beloved character), Kidnapping, Manipulation, Gaslighting.

Smut: Non-Con(Mind Manipulation), Top!R x PB!Wanda. Degradation, Strap(W), Oral (W), Choking, Squirting.

18+ | Minors DNI

Please, head the warnings, and don’t report.

(Images from Google)

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Today was an amazing day for you, the mission you went on with Steve and Natasha was the final step taken to make you an Avenger. You were on top of the world after your oldest pal, Steve, shook your hand before yanking you in for a bear hug, "I knew you had it in you kid."

"Steve, I'm only three years younger than you and Buck, and I'm an Avenger now, cool it."

Natasha smirked, then she also pulled you in for a hug, but it was far less brutal, and you found her abundant warmth comforting.

Nothing was meant to ruin your shine today, but as you exited the jet to find only Tony and Yelena stood there your entire mood deflated. Bucky, your older brother was nowhere to be found, but more importantly neither was your girlfriend, and that was becoming her trend.

——

It was like a switch went off one day, and she just decided that living blissfully with you and your pigmy cats in the condo Tony bought for the two of you wasn't her cup of tea anymore.

At first you were devastated by the loss of her affections, but now, you're honestly fine with it. Over the years her loving hold became a bit too tight, a gentle cupping of your cheek turned into a harsh gripping of your chin. A night of passionate love making turned into a war-zone, the mattress no longer a place of solace, but instead a battlefield where you lost your love. It'd been as if a monster dead set on carnality took over your soft Sokovian girlfriend's body, and had no intentions of letting her go again.

It's suffice to say you were expecting her to be absent from your return, but what you weren't expecting was to hear the sound of her moans as you entered the once comforting home. After a moment of being frozen in time, a deja vu like experience for you, you decided that you were jumping the gun in assuming the worst.

So you slipped your jacket off, along with your shoes, then made a beeline for your sleeping felines so you could calm your anxiety down a smidge before you got the courage to pinpoint the source of your girlfriend's clear euphoria.

"Wish me luck loves," you muttered into their fur as you place a kiss to each of their faces.

Sadly though, no amount of preparation could have been enough for the sight you walked in on. Bucky, your found brother, the man who's family took you in after your family died in a plane wreck, was pounding into your lover. There wasn't an ounce of remorse in his stance, and you knew by the way Wanda screamed out in pleasure that she definitely didn't feel bad.

Neither of them acknowledged your presence, but you knew by the sight of Wanda's slight smile that she knew you were there, and that made you sick to your very core. The idea that you'd given her the best years of your life just for her to throw it in your face so devastatingly was far too hard for you to bare in the moment.

All you knew was that you needed to get out, and you needed to do it right away, and it was as you loudly shuffled about the space that finally broke your 'brothers' focus, and got Wanda to see her plan coming to life.

Or better yet, crumbling before her very eyes.

Wanda watched you frantically stuffing your belongings in a duffle bag, and in this moment her every recent decision was backfiring.

"Baby, it was a mistake, please don't leave!"

"Mistakes don't occur with these precise of calculations," you spit while tossing your bag over your shoulder, "Your choices, Wanda, those do however come with consequences."

"Y/N, please, she’s right—it was a mistake."

"No, save your pleading for someone who cares Bucky, as far as I'm concerned my brother died with his arm—James would never have hurt me like this," you shoved by him, only to be stopped by Wanda blocking the front door.

"Y/N/N, I'm begging you, don't leave me!"

A bitter chuckle rumbles from your chest, hot tears too fill your eyes as the anger and sadness blend into one, "Now you," you paused to reel your emotions in as best you could, "God, I can't believe I ever believed you loved me."

"I do love you. Y/N, please listen to me."

"Newsflash Wanda: Love isn't meant to hurt!"

Wanda frowned, her tone serious enough to match her state of delusions, "All the greatest love stories come with a mix of love and pain."

"In Hollywood movies—sure, in real life, no."

Wanda's eyes were slowly changing hues to her secondary shade, crimson, and that was your sign to get out before she was to implode.

"Don't look for me," you reiterated your clear stance, "I'm no longer yours to seek out," and with the twist of your wrist you were gone.

Wanda crumpled to her knees, of all the many scenarios she ran through, this wasn't one of the ones she foresaw. For some reason she thought you'd fall apart, and need her to bring you back out of the slump her cheating caused. Hell, she even chose your brother for the shock but it seems you couldn't have cared any less.

"Wanda," Bucky crouched down, offering her a smile, but it only masqueraded happiness, his cerulean orbs were swimming with guilt.

The sight of the man now made her nauseous.

"Get out Barnes," Wanda snarled, pushing his extended hand away she removed her body from in front of the door, "This was a mistake."

After your defeated, cheat of a chosen brother left your once shared apartment Wanda's eyes returned to a serene shade of green. It was funny how you thought you had a choice here, taking off in a huff like that as if she couldn't find you just as fast as you could teleport.

Wanda however was methodical, she would let you think you were free to roam as you pleased. Then, when you least expected it, she'll reclaim you as hers, because you would always be hers. She just has to set up a few things beforehand.

——

It was a long three months, but the witch was taking the time to set up your cabin in Norway while also giving you a false sense of security.

Back when things were still going well, she remembered your dreams of retiring in a secluded little cabin with her, and your family. Whether that be the pets, or the kids you both had always wanted, logistics didn't matter to her much at the end of the day, only you did.

Her precious baby Y/N, poor, unsuspecting fool that she is, would soon be hers again, and with that came a promise of total permanence.

When she finally returned to New York she could feel your aura, it was no longer dull, and that made her heart twinge with momentary guilt, but it was swiftly forgotten when she stumbled upon you settled into the lap of Yelena at a cafe; she nearly lost all control.

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You had no idea of the prying eyes, sure you felt an uneasiness in your chest as you walked down the streets of New York with Yelena, but you just chocked that up to the late night hour.

"Y/N, would you like to gaze at the stars?" you smiled softly at your friend, you weren't yet a couple, but it has been fun testing the waters.

Yelena was everything Wanda no longer is, and you’re honestly starting to believe that maybe she never was. Yelena was funny, and though she was snarky, it never was something you experienced directly. With you all she ever offered was an unfamiliar gentleness, and an abundant patience you felt undeserving of, it was as if with every passing day she was able to remind you that you deserved to be cared for without any sort of underlying stipulation.

"Of course, I'll go grab us a blanket," you settled a sweet kiss on her cheek, not missing the way the stoicism melted as she blushed.

"Bring snacks too!" Yelena shouted after you, voice cracking as she did, but you didn't let her know you caught it, instead you softly chuckled then disappeared around the corner. “Chips!”

The further you walked away from Yelena the more you were starting to feel a surge in intensity surrounding your ever growing uneasiness. Stargazing with her was one of your favorite things to do so you’re not sure why you were so anxious, but you chocked it up to something reminiscent of first date jitters.

You entered your apartment with a swiftness, not wanting to leave the blonde waiting for long. So you changed into a comfy sweatsuit, scrounged around the kitchen for her chips, then grabbed your fluffiest of blankets. After about ten short minutes you made your way up the long set of stairs to gain access to the roof. Your apartment building had many faults, but the luxurious patio wasn’t one of them.

“Hey Lena, I brought you Doritos, both cool ranch and nacho, and the off brand hot fries.”

“Y/N, get out of here, now!”

You looked up instantly, the bags in your hands hit the ground as you saw Yelena dangling over the streets of New York, you didn’t see her yet, she was cloaked by shadows, but the wisps of red holding the girl hostage told you who the perp was, “Wanda, put her down, now!”

“Okay,” Wanda shrugged with an indifference in her eyes as she made her self visible, the light of the moon showcasing her wicked grin, effectively stealing the air from your lungs as she slowly began removing her magic from around the young blonde’s body. Agonizingly slowly too, you regretted the words as soon as you said them, of course she’d take it literally.

“No, Wanda, please,” you shrieked, “Let her go, and I’ll go with you, wherever you want me to.”

“I don’t know Y/N,” Wanda pursed her lips as she gave way to thought, “She knew better than to touch what isn’t hers, yet she did it anyways, she clearly didn’t care about consequences.”

“Y/N, you need to get out of here, please go,” Yelena kept her face neutral, but you heard the slight quiver in her voice, saw the fear in her eyes, you knew she was beyond terrified; it was a bit morbid, but the way she cared for you even while in danger because of you warmed your heart while simultaneously breaking it.

“Wanda, she’s just a friend,” you tried, but all she did was offer you incredulous laughter, “You’re playing games Y/N, and you know whenever we play together, I always win.”

“Wanda! This isn’t a game, leave Yelena out of this, we can go, nobody will come for us.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m clueless, they’re all going to come to save you,” Wanda spat, “Yelena isn’t the only one in my way, so, it seems all I can do is slow them down,” she flicked her wrists, and Yelena went falling.

“No!”

Just as you were about to teleport to catch the blonde Wanda paralyzed your mind into a state of half consciousness, she wrapped you up and lifted you above the edge, tilting your body so you were parallel to the second victim of your tainted love, the first one being your own heart. Yelena lay in a jagged shape, limbs bending in ways they were never meant to, in a growing pool of blood, you felt an urge to vomit, but the paralyzation prevented it from ever surging.

“What a shame she had to die,” Wanda mockingly mourned the woman she killed, with a wide smile on her face to contrast the tears trailing down yours, “She was really funny.”

A blur of red surrounded your bodies like a force field, you blinked, never to open your eyes with joy again. It wasn’t something you registered at first, but when you finally allowed your eyes to flutter open you saw glimmering rays of sunlight hovering above your face.

To your shock there was no restraint system in place, besides the hardly dressed body of your ex. You silently retched at the sight of her fitting so perfectly into the crook of your elbow. An image reminiscent of olden times, when you were blissfully unaware of her unhinged status, but no longer could you look at her with love.

Wanda was a monster, that much you would carry in your heart until the day you died. Likely at her hands at this very point…

“I wouldn’t kill you Y/N,” she sighed in a slur, shortly to be followed up by a dainty yawn, “You’re my greatest love Y/N; destined to be forever you and me darling, you’re safe here.”

You scoffed, ripping your arm from beneath her body, “I’m no safer in a volcano than I am with you Wanda, you’re a sick, vile creature!”

Wanda grit her teeth as she moved to hover above you, her hand harshly slapped you in the face, causing a pool of blood to gather as you had bit your tongue, “Watch your tone whore.”

“Make me,” you growled, a flicker of insanity rolled through your eyes and she smirked, you could pretend all you wanted that you weren’t, but you were just as crazy as she was. “I will.”

Wanda removed herself from your eye-line, but she didn’t stay gone for long, soft red wisps permeated your temple, you audibly gasped, “Wanda, knock it the fuck off right now.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, your words were not convincing enough when your thighs were shamelessly rubbing together. Her wrist flicked, changing the imagery in your mind from her in the nude with her hands in her pussy to one of you fucking her from behind.

“Wanda, please stop,” you were losing your will to fight off her advances with every passing scene, each one more sinful than the last, you were always fucking weak when it came to her.

After only three more scenes she’d come out triumphant. “I need to taste you, please.”

“But what about Yelena?” she feigned heartbreak, “I thought we were in mourning.”

“W-Wanda please,” you begged, a pit of need settled beside the deeper pit of guilt in your abdomen, “I, I need to fuck you so bad.”

Wanda snorted, “Look at you, I just killed your girlfriend and you’re desperate to fuck me.”

The glare you sent would normally intimidate the person on the receiving end, but Wanda one upped you with a soft tilting of her head. Just like always you softened, a docile air to you as you let the fear sink into your bones. Wanda smirked at you, a show of victory if you will, because as angry as you presented, she was still the one who wins in the end. You might top, but she’s always the one in control.

With a synchronous blink you both reopened to find all layers had been shred from your bodies and the only addition was the massive black strap dangling between your legs.

“Go on detka, make me cum, I won’t ask twice.”

For a moment you were stuck in place, there was an insane amount of slick coating the inner thighs of your former lover, it left you stunned. Wanda watched as you reflexively licked your lips as you eyed her with lust clouded eyes.

“With your strap, you know tasting me is a reward you have to earn,” you rolled your eyes, but like an obedient puppy you give in, with a care you honestly didn’t feel you guided the tip through her folds to collect her essence, you swiped two fingers through next in route to her swollen bundle of nerves where you began to harshly rub circles into it, distracting her from the pain as you pushed the fat tip past her tight hole. The stretch alone brought her to the edge, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she fell.

There was no love in your movements, you rut your hips with ferocity, grunted into her neck angrily as you were frustrated with yourself for enjoying this twisted reality of sinfulness. Wanda’s moans were enraging you, it was a confusing feeling in your body, you desperately wanted to bring her body to the edge of bliss, while impossibly wanting her to not enjoy it.

“Fuck me harder detka! Make me cum!”

“Shut the fuck up Wanda,” you growled as you rose, a firm hand now sat on her hip to hold you up so you could utilize the other to constrict her airway. Fingers wrapped tightly around her throat as your hips fucked your strap so much deeper into her than before due to a shift in angle, and thus she was losing the ability to match you in both pace and vigor.

Wanda clawed at your arm when you tightened your grip almost dangerously. The fear you caused only aided in the unraveling of the pit in her stomach, her orgasm came out in a gush, soaking your thighs and the grey sheets below.

Even in the hatred of it all you couldn’t fight the way your heart fluttered at the gorgeous sight of her coming undone for you. No one else could ever make her this fucked out, with her eyes having had to of rolled to the depths of hell with how far they retracted into her body.

The way her chest heaved incessantly once you let your grip of her go, dark red lines left in your wake that added to her overall beauty. Layered perfectly over the harsher marks you’d already left behind with your grazing teeth.

Wanda pulled you in for a brief kiss, it was sloppy, and full of a mutual aggression as your teeth clashed, and hers drew blood from your lips when she held onto your lower one while lightly shoving you backwards as a hint to remove the strap from within her, and once again you did as she wanted like a weak bitch.

“Clean up the mess you made,” Wanda barked, spreading her legs even wider for you to see just what you’d done after strapping her, it disgusted you just how excited you were to be allowed to taste her, reaping a tainted reward.

Her words echoed in your mind as you realized the mess spread beyond this room. Because back home your friends mourned, and buried Yelena all the while you were across seas in Norway in a somewhat similar state, immense guilt pounding in your chest as your face was buried between the legs of the devil herself

They always say, to know love is to know pain; loving Wanda was akin to a dagger to the heart, a passionate surge of adrenaline, followed by waves of agony, and boy was it a messy affair.

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❤️ Kaitlyn 🥰

[thestarrynightslover]

The Day You Finally Caught a Break

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 1,574

Warnings: FLUFF. Mentions of sex crimes and crimes involving special victims (all very slight).

Summary: After living in a boring routine, the detective (y/n) (y/l/n) catches a lucky break with her colleague Jay Halstead.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So, this is my first fic in a while and I am aware that it is very cheesy but I just felt like writing something cheesy. Anyways, I hope you like it!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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The day started just like any other would: waking up earlier than necessary, going for a run, doing some yoga, reading, and finally getting ready to go to work. Sure, to a lot of people that might have been a great morning, having all that time to do all that stuff… The only thing was: you’d been running on nothing beyond routine — one that had become quite boring, to be honest — for a couple of years now. Which made you that weird cop who actually enjoyed the worst cases just because it gave you some sort of purpose, some sort of change. Holding that thought, you were supposed to feel lucky once you and your team got deeper into your current case. But, even with the most boring of lives, a person — a decent human being — couldn’t feel lucky for even knowing something like that happens in the world, much less for having to know every sick and twisted detail of a case that involved sex trafficking, pregnant women, all sorts of assault and child abduction.

After it was “over”, around midnight, all of Intelligence seemed to silently agree on staying as long as necessary to finish their reports. Everybody thinking the same way: finishing this today, I can get outta here, get drunk, and put it in a box in the back of my head — where it’ll stay forever. As soon as someone would finish the paperwork, they’d grab their coat, mutter something resembling a goodbye, and rush out of there like the room was on fire. Molly’s wouldn’t be open anymore and none of you really wanted to spend time with each other to risk having to talk out what had happened. And then something strange happened.

Instead of just leaving like your partner Kim and his partner Kevin before her, Ruzek just stood at the door frame, waiting. For Upton. What? He kept looking at her desk so it was pretty obvious but the confirmation came when the detective got up saying: “Hey, Jay, I’mma get going now. You okay if we do our thing some other day?”

By the time Halstead looked up, she was almost reaching Adam which shocked the shit out of you but didn’t seem to faze him much, who only answered: “Yeah. Sure. Night, guys.” And then there were two—the only two Intelligence members who never exchanged more than a couple of polite measures.

Nevertheless, your gossip-starved soul got the best of you, who ended up blurting out a “They’re together?” to no one less than Jay Halstead. For a minute or so the other detective just looked around the room, as if expecting someone to jump out of nowhere and answer your question. But, after your eyes eventually met, he decided on answering.

“Eh… I don’t really know”, he started, while scratching the back of his neck, “I mean, it’s not like I’ve asked, you know?”

“Ah…” Was all you found to say after he stopped for a moment, but he continued.

“That’s just not really how it works between us. But the other day he did show up at her place late at night, which was suspicious. To say the least.” The words just flew right out of his mouth, surprising both of you, who started chuckling awkwardly at the recognition, “this is the first actual conversation we’ve had after all this time working together, isn’t it?”, he asked, ultimately.

“Yeah, I think it is,” you said, now full-on laughing. “God, I can’t believe that the first time I worked up the courage to actually talk to you was to ask for gossip!” You exclaimed, knowing that your cheeks were probably burning up with embarrassment.

“To be honest, I kinda needed to share that with someone. Especially after this moment here.” He confessed, making you laugh and forcing himself to laugh a bit more to try and hide the fact that he couldn’t stop staring at you. It just went wrong when his mouth betrayed him by saying: “You look so damn cute right now!”

"Well, it isn't every day that one finds out that the detective Jay Halstead is a gossip. Which makes me wonder who the cute one really is…"

"Oh, so that's where you're going with this?" He asked with his eyes twinkling. "Because I can prove just how not cute I am…"

"Oh?" You replied simply wondering what kind of proof he could provide against that.

"In fact, I have just the perfect idea, but, for that, you'd have to agree on going out with me first." Jay himself couldn't believe he finally managed to invite you out.

"Ooh, as in a d- date?" Who were you? Stuttering? C'mon!

"A date, yes." He answered, making you feel relieved and nervous again all at the same time.

"Yeah, I, uh, I wouldn't mind that at all. We can try and think of a date that works for both of us…" You suggested.

"Well, on Wednesday I'll be off, how about you?" Jay asked quickly.

"Oh no, that day I have somethings Platt wanted me to do. How about next Monday?"

"That's a no for me, 'cause I'm pulling doubles next week.*

"Damn…"

“Maybe this is a crazy idea but have you finished your report yet?” He asked quizzically.

“Uh, hitting the send button right now. Why?

“Then what if we do it now?”

“The date thingy?” You asked shyly, afraid that had been just a momentaneous thought that came out of his mouth too fast.

At that, he looked at you in awe, mesmerized by how adorable you were. “Yes. The date thingy.”

A million thoughts crossed your mind, including the one that that was a lifetime opportunity and that you should be better dressed, but figuring that saying something like that would only make you miss the opportunity, you settled for asking: “But where would we go? Like, it’s past 1 a.m., Jay, I don’t think there are a lot of places open…”

“Well, I might have a few ideas… Do you trust me?” He asked, holding his hand out to you, who grabbed it at the same time as you grabbed your jacket and purse with your other hand.

“Do you really need to ask that?"

And, like that, some time later you found yourself pulling up to the address Jay had texted you, which was in Canaryville, and it turned out to be an old movie theater that apparently was doing a week of classics with sessions at all times of the day. How Jay knew about that, though, was a mystery to you.

"Hey!" You heard him calling as he crossed the street. "You made a better time getting here than I did!"

"Yeah, well, my car might be faster than your old one," you replied, shrugging innocently.

"Haha, very funny," he deadpanned.

"Hey, this is a cool idea but how did you know it is happening?" You asked, genuinely curious. "I mean, you just don't seem a lot like a movie nerd to me."

"Well, there are still many things you don't know about me. But this one specifically is because I grew up around here and the owner is a friend of my family, so he always lets Will and I know about what's going on with the place."

"Hmmm, that explains it!" You exclaimed with a tad of satisfaction for not being too far off about him.

"But I do enjoy movies, okay?" You made a face of disbelief at him. To which he replied with: "It's true, alright? I'll admit that these days I haven't had much time for it but when I was growing up around here, this place was practically my second home!"

"Oh, so you've brought many others here, I'll assume!" You teased, suddenly feeling more comfortable and consequently more confident.

"Don't! Don't assume that! Growing up I wasn't very successful with the ladies and after that changed I haven't come here often…"

"Ooh, so that means that I'm your first?" You mocked, putting your hand to your heart, "Wow, I'm truly touched now!"

"Yeah, sure, have your fun with me all you want! All I really care about is the fact that I finally managed to get you to go out with me, so I can only hope you'll enjoy yourself." Him saying that, while gazing so intently at you, was making you weak on your knees and got you blushing a bit as well. So you tried to get the attention off you.

"Okay! Then let's pick a movie and watch it already, 'cause tomorrow's probably not gonna be any shorter."

A couple of hours later you and Jay were walking down the street towards a Waffle House while chatting and laughing about the movie like two best friends, which felt really nice but also made you a little confused about the being a date of that date the two of you were on. But, after you both had cleaned your plates at the diner, Jay came onto your bench to clean the corner of your mouth with a napkin, and next thing you knew, you were kissing very passionately in public like a couple of teens, forgetting about the rest of the world altogether, which made you realized, once more, how dull and colorless your life was previous to that moment so you held on to it and you held on to the man behind it.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Ambrose means Eternal: Bo Sinclair x feminine!gn!reader

Warnings: allusions to abuse, reader and Bo have an age gap of 2 years (reader is older), reader gets called Mama, other than that reader is gn, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Oh this is one I’m really proud of, been a wip for awhile.

A loud knock and your doorbell is heard as you do the dishes making a small sigh escape your lips. You shut off the water and take off your dish gloves before making your way towards the door.

Peeking through the eyehole you see the toothy grin of a twelve year old boy.

You open the door. “Did you at least check to see if Vincent and Bo were havin’ issues before makin’ your way over.” You ask, Lester was already making himself at home, shoes off, backpack on the floor, and walking towards the kitchen with you quickly following behind to finish what you were doing.

“Yeah, Ma and Pa were beatin’ Bo real good. Vincent wasn’t nowhere to be seen. Don’t remember what they were yellin’ at him about but I got out of there cause I knew I wouldn’t be gettin’ fed. Probably would’ve gotten a board to my ass too.” You hiss at him swearing and point at him then the cross that hangs on top of the entrance of your kitchen. He gives as innocent look and you sigh. This situation is unfortunately very casual for him. The kid would come home more often than not to Bo and even sometimes Vincent getting yelled at and beat with a belt or a wooden board or whatever Trudy and Victor could get their old wrinkly hands on. He’d stay quiet, more quiet than Vincent ever was and turn around to make his way to your house.

It was practically routine at this point.

“Sick of your damn parents kid.” You growl, turning on the kitchen. Out of anger you put a little force on the handle of the faucet causing it to squeak.

You continue to do the dishes and look out the window, it’s sunny and breezy outside. “You wanna play on the swings while you tell me about your day after I’m done?”

“Yeah, but I gotta tell ya. I’m gettin’ too old for those things. Soon enough we’ll be in rocking chairs on your front porch!” Lester jokes, you snort and listen as he opens a bag of chips, setting some on his plate.

“Give it 60 years at least kid. Though, I bet you’ll be out of this town by the time that comes around. You’ll probably be outta town in the next 6 years really.” You smile, hoping he finally leaves everything behind, you know he deserves a fresh start away from the hurt and neglect he receives.

“Will you come with me?” The kid asks as he stuffs the Turkey sandwich he made in his mouth. You let out a small laugh and finish washing the last dish in the sink.

“How am I supposed to take care of the other neglected kids in town if I leave?”

You turn off the sink and sit next to the youngest Sinclair brother. He squints and purses his lips.

“I’m the only neglected kid in town and you know it. If you leave that means you’re still taking care of them. Cause you’re going to take care of me. Make sure I’m alright.” He stuffs a bunch of chips in his mouth, crumbs fall onto his plate.

You let out a soft laugh and shake your head at the kid. “Maybe I will, but most people’s time for leavin’ this town passes after they turn 18, that’s 2 years since I’ve missed my opportunity.” You rub Lester’s back as he finishes up his food. Once he’s done he sets the plate in the sink and the two of you head outside.

The breeze and sun feel good on your skin as you push Lester on the swing and go to sit on yours. You give yourself a light push to get going. “What’d you do at school today?”

“Started on some clay art projects. I like playing with it. It’s like mud.” Lester explains. You nod your head to indicate you’re listening to every word he says. It’s honestly the least you could do for him. Not that you wouldn’t listen, he’s more interesting than one would think. “I think next week we’re gonna start another book. I don’t really care for the stuff we read in class. I like comics and stuff. But Mrs. Gerringer says they ain’t actual books so they don’t count for reading. I disagree. But don’t tell her I said that.”

You laugh, “Yeah like I’m going to tell a teacher I absolutely despised that, ‘Lester Sinclair disagrees with the fact that comics aren’t actual books.’” You shake your head at how silly Lester can be. Even though it is just the mind of a 12 year old.

“What else are you doing?”

“Well, we played dodgeball durin’ gym. Apparently everyone wants me on their team. I think it’s just ‘cause I’m good at dodgin’. I’ve been told I’m very fast.” The twelve year old says matter of factly.

“I’d have to agree with whoever said that.”

Lester gives a toothy grin and he slows himself down on the swing so you can see it.

“Bo gave me some money for lunch today. Said it’s from him workin’ at the gas station. Bought myself a zebra cake and a milk. Savin’ the rest to get whatever I want later.” At this point the youngest Sinclair had stopped swinging altogether just so he could show you proof of the money he had in his pocket.

“That’s sweet of him.” You smile and watch as he pockets the money and starts to get up, still talking but this time he’s walking around the yard. You swing lightly, and watch as he talks about Bo and Vincent moving out with him and you.

You honestly wonder how Bo is doing right now. Vincent usually isn’t the one you worry about, he learned young to just stay quiet and out of things.

Bo never learned that, he didn’t want to learn that, not when starting shit could get his parents to finally notice him, not when the attention he craved was one broken wax vase away.

Lester didn’t stay out of shit, he got into it too just not as deep as Bo. Still, his parent’s attention never faltered from giving praise to Vincent and condemning Bo as Bo would get blamed for Lester’s faults and chaos making the youngest Sinclair the Invisible Man.

Bo would probably come and pick up Lester tonight or tomorrow. Seems the only time Lester isn’t ignored is 8-12 hours after he’s gone.

You hope this time Bo will let you out ice on his bruises and kiss him better. You’re sure the kisses wouldn’t come as easily, he hasn’t let you do that since his sophomore and your senior year of high school.

“How many marshmallows do you think I can fit in my mouth?”

You squint at Lester, who is now in the grass trying to look for bugs. He looks up at you, that same gapped toothy grin comes across his face. You raise a brow and smirk.

“I dunno. You wanna go see?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Lester James Sinclair!”

The look on his face reads as an innocent apology making you playfully roll your eyes and grab his shoulder wrapping your arm around it as the two of you head inside.

-

“Gotta say it after each one or it doesn’t count.” You cross your arms and raise a brow at Lester.

“Chuhvee Buhnee.”

“That’s 12.”

He stuffs another marshmallow in his mouth.

“Chueee, Buhhnee.”

“13.”

He spits them out onto the kitchen floor and both of you let out a laugh.

“Better than your last one. That’s three more.”

The kid smiles at you and is already going to grab some paper towels to clean up the mess he made. You wrap up the marshmallows and store them back in the cabinet for later.

“Can we watch a movie now?” He asks.

“Yeah let me get a pizza in the oven and we can do that.”

-

Lester is passed out on your couch when Bo shows up.

From the knocks and the time you can tell it’s him. So you get up and open the front door.

“Is he here?” Bo asks, hands stuffed in his pockets, he slouches but the porch light still illuminates his face and you can see his eye forming a bruise around itself.

You nod and open the screen door to let him in.

He looks over at his little brother and sighs, shaking his head. “Les-“

You make a quick decision to let Lester sleep for a little longer and to take care of Bo. You touch the older Sinclair’s shoulder. “Let him sleep.” He looks at you. “Come on.” You take his hand and guide him towards the kitchen. The chair squeaks underneath Bo’s weight as he sits down. He wears a frown on his face but you don’t care, instead you grab an ice pack from the freezer and move the other kitchen chair so you’re facing towards him.

“Did you eat tonight?” You ask, pushing the ice pack onto Bo’s eye. He flinches from the coldness, his face turning from a frown to a scowl.

“Why do you-“

“Just answer. You know why I care.” You say. Bo rolls his eye.

“No.”

He knows what you’re doing next, so he takes the ice pack from your hand and holds it there. You get up and plate some pizza then set it next to him on the table.

Your body relaxes a bit as you sit on the chair and watch him eat.

“Lester talked to me today about all of us leavin’ town.” You say, Bo scoffs.

“You and him can leave town. Vince and I ain’t.”

“Why’s that.” It’s not a question.

“Vincent is taking over the museum and I gotta take care of him. Someone’s gotta take the blame for somethin’.” Bo explains between bites.

“You guys ain’t obligated to do any of that.”

“Well you ain’t obligated to watch over Lester yet here we are.”

When you bite, Bo bites back harder. You sigh. “Guess I’m not.”

“Vince won’t change his mind. I know because I’ve tried to get him to. Even Lester has. Guess he’s still convinced things will change in 6 years..“ Bo finishes his pizza and shoves it away. “I gotta take care of Vince though. I know Lester will be fine, especially if you go with him.”

“I can’t go without you. You know that.” Your voice sounds calm and hushed, but your emotions are anything but that. Bo Taos his fingers on the table. He thinking. “Quit actin’ like you’re unloveable.” Slowly, as if you’re trying not to scare a bird away, you lean in.

“You love someone you don’t even know.”

“I’ve known you your entire life Bo Sinclair.”

His breathing hitches as you get closer and he takes the ice pack off of his eye. You kiss Bo. He takes you in hesitantly, eventually moving his hands to hold your face. One of them is cold but you don’t care.

“I’m gonna take good care of you and your brothers.” You whisper as Bo pants. He nods and kisses you again, this time he doesn’t hide his desperation. He lets a tear fall down his cheek and you’re quick to wipe it away without any words. Bo’s hands move down your body and so do his lips.

“Don’t leave me here alone, Mama.” Bo whispers. Your heart stops at the name, but you nod your head and run your fingers through his curls. “Say it.” He commands. You swallow.

“I won’t leave you here alone. I’ll always be there for you. I’ll be there for Lester and Vincent too.”

He kisses you again and looks into the living room. “I should probably get Lester home. We have school in the morning.” Bo mumbles.

“Of course.” You stand up and Bo follows after you. He kisses you on the cheek and grabs Lester backpack before making his way over to the couch. You smile as Bo picks his little brother up instead of waking him and you walk to the door opening it and stepping into the cool night to hold open the screen door.

Bo steps out after you and kisses you goodnight. You rub Lester’s forehead and kiss it. “Sweet dreams little man.” You say before looking at Bo. “Goodnight Bo.”

“Night Mama.” You kiss him one more time and he walks to his truck, opening the door and placing his little brother in the seats. He gets in and starts the truck, driving back up the road and back to his house.

You smile sadly and go back inside.

No one ever leaves Ambrose past the age of 18. You tried and tried. First your grandmother got sick, then she passed, then your home became a safe haven for the Sinclairs to get away, then you promised Bo you wouldn’t leave him.

Lester only moved 20 minutes out of town. You had already married Bo by then, and now there really was no escape, not when Bo and Vincent still felt like they had to prove something to their deceased mother.

The hole kept getting deeper and deeper when Bo and Vincent began killing people. Started with folks around town, then they made a detour and lured them in. Bo said you’d never have to do any of that and he’s take good care of you.

He kept his promise and you kept yours.

What a good Mama.

[magician-kitty]

The Macaque and the Huli-Jing Part 2

The next day at Flower Fruit Mountain, Monkey King, who was eating a bag of peach chips, while MK hammered at the mural. "Remember, Patience and focus! Step into the strike!"

MK growled in frustration, she was really starting to get sick and tired of this lesson. This was getting her nowhere at all.

She needs to get stronger!

"They are slowing you down. you have power inside you," Jade's voice echoed in her mind. "If you want something, take it! Take the power and destroy! Remember: You don't use the weapon," MK's eyes glowed as she took out her staff, twirling it and swung it at the mural.

"You are the weapon!"

MK threw the hammer at them as hard as possible, causing it to go through all four rocks and fly off. When the dust settled, standing there was an astonished Wukong.

Monkey King stared wide eyed, "Whoa. How'd you learn to do that?" He asked before gasping dramatically looking at the girl. "Have you been running around behind my back young lady?!" He asked angrily.

MK sneered as she turned away from him "Patience and focus. isn't that what you said?"

Wukong glares at MK. "Look kid, using that much power, your body can't handle it."

She scoffed. "Oh, is that right? Or maybe you just don't like the fact that there's someone who's actually teaching me what I need to know! Quit acting like you care, cause frankly you don't!!" She yelled angrily, her teeth resembling canine fangs for a bit.

Monkey King stared at her, had a hurt look in his eye. "MK..." he trailed off.

She huffed, turning away from her mentor. "Whatever, I'm outta here." MK then walks away. It was then that Monkey King saw MK's logo blue, the Huli-Jing grinning menacingly.

Monkey King frowned, furrowed his brows. 'Wait, It can't be...' He thought in his head, all of a sudden his ears twitched, he looks around hearing something.

It definitely wasn't MK, for sure.

"Alright, who's there! You'd know better not to mess with The Monkey King!" He called out to whoever was lurking, unknowingly that his shadow was starting to change form.

"Aww, you know I wouldn't dream of hurting you, Peaches~"

Wukong yelped and looked behind him, The mysterious shadowy figure from earlier appeared in front of him.

"Hey~"

Monkey King gasped, smiling brightly. "It's you!"

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Later, Mk grunts as she continues to train in the dojo. Her logo shines a bright blue as she trains, making Jade smirk. MK pants for breath, her chest heaving as sweat fell down her forehead. She felt a hand on her shoulder and heard a chuckle. "You're ready sweetheart."

MK looks up at Jade, "Ready for what?"

Jade grins, leaning down to her. "You'll see. Luckily for you, I've found where it lives."

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MK followed Jade up an old summit, holding the staff tightly in her hands with a frown. "The Monster you fought today is actually an ancient  demon. A very, very powerful one." Jade explained, MK was out of breath as she stumbled trying not to lose her balance. "I need your help to destroy it once and for all."

Jade told her before pushing the girl out, causing MK to stumble and look at her mentor with wide eyes. 

"Wait, what? Last time, I barely hit it!" MK panicked.

The fox demoness sighed as she glanced away. "I know. But since then, you've had me teaching you. You're stronger now," She turned to her with a smile. "You feel stronger, right?" She asked MK, who frowned but nodded.

Jade grabbed her shoulders. "Good. Remember. You're the weapon. Give it everything you've got." She then shoved MK towards the creature, Mk regains her composure, grip tightening around her staff.

"Okay! "Here... Comes... Monkie Kid." She twirls the staff in her hand unknowing of the glow on her jacket, lunging at the creature. The fox creature's eyes shine as MK shouts, spinning her staff. "I am the weapon!"

She lands of her feet, catching her breathe. She looks to see the creature had vanished.

"Woah, I did it! I can't believe I did it!" MK cheered.

Jade grins as she starts stalking towards behind MK, fangs baring. "Excellent, I knew you'd could do it...~"

MK beamed in excitement, turned towards her. "Jade! Did you see me? I was like, totally whooping a-"

STAB!

MK's eyes widened as she felt an excruciating pain in her gut. Jade grinned, retracting her hand, bits of blood seeping from her claws.

MK falls to the ground, the staff shrinking, groaning in pain. Jade laughed, "You know, you really are a nice kid," Jade grinned, ruffling MK's hair before stepping back. "Super cute, but so naive~" She chuckled darkly holding a golden orb of light in her hands.

MK grunts, clutching the wound from her stomach, coughing up bits of blood. "Why..Why are you..?" She struggled to say.

She smiled. 'Why'? Because I can. Like I told you: If you want something, you take it." The ball of light that's in her hand, before she crushed it, as golden energy coursed through her.

"I..I trusted you!" She struggled to get away from her.

"Oh sweetheart, I hate to tell you this, but you're not my type. At all." Jade went to MK--who was struggling to stand. "Thank you for giving me all of Monkey King's power, Like really, Thank you." She told her, a cruel smirk appearing on her face. MK struggled to lift her staff, but couldn't.

"What's wrong, little Kit? Can't you hold the magic staff anymore?" She taunted her. "Well, you know what that means? There really isn't anything special about you. You're just some little girl with a heavy stick."

She grabbed MK by her neck, lifting her up. "Too bad, I was starting to like you." MK grunts, struggling to get out of the demoness hold.

"Just Who the hell are you, really!?" MK demanded.

Jade scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You really don't know who I am, do you? Figured since your such a little Monkey King Fan." She shrugged her shoulders.

"But if you insist, I'm Jade, as in Jade-Face, ringing any bells?~"

'Jade-Face' MK thought, she gasped, eyes widened in realization.

It was her, The Jade-Faced Princess.

"No, that's impossible. You can't be, I read that you were killed by Zhu Bajie long ago!"

She sneered. "Tch, don't believe everything you hear in the stories. It's been fun spending time with you dear, Anyway, I'm afraid this is where we part ways.." She summoned her tessen blade, raising it for the final blow.

MK whimpered and shuts her eyes, tears streaming from her eyes. 'I'm so sorry Monkey King..' She thought in her head.

"ENOUGH!!"

Jade was sent flying away from MK, MK falls to the ground, coughs catching her breathing. She looked up Monkey king landed in front of him, arms crossed and face full of anger.

"Monkey King?" She looked to see that it wasn't Monkey King.

The mysterious Monkey had dark hair, he has what looks like dark facial hair, violet eyes, but one was scratched and clouded, clothing consists of a yellow and black tunic with a black sash around the waist. Over his shirt is a brown and gold chest armor, that is crossed left, and an armored skirt. He wears a tattered red scarf, a singular red feather on his head and black and gold boots.

"I didn't think you'd be low enough to hurt little kids, Jade."

"Oh, Six-Eared Macaque! Well isn't this a nice surprise, Did you came all the way here to this city just to see me?" Jade said smiling at the darker simian.

"Don't give me that! You know exactly why I'm here, you have something that belongs to me." Macaque growls, frowning. "And I want them Back..!"

"Aw, you mean this?" She pulled something from her hanfu sleeve and pulls out some sort of lantern, two dark dots shining inside of it. "Well if you want it back so badly," She took a step back showing her true form, her dark green hair had turn snow white, her fangs and nails became longer, she sprouted nine tails from behind.

"Come and get it then."

"Bring it, you ugly bitch!" Macaque bared his fangs, before both demons charged at the other, roaring, their fists colliding. An explosion of white and purple followed them as they fought. MK couldn't comprehend what was happening, but she took the chance to get to a safe distance.

"Kid!"

MK looked up at the sky to see Monkey King flying down her way on his cloud. "Are you okay? He gasp noticing her wound. "You're hurt!!" He cried.

"Monkey King, I-I don't know what's going on, I was- and then she- them this weird guy shows up and-" She rambled on, holding her wound.

Monkey King shushed her. "Shh, don't worry we'll deal with all that later. Right now it's time for the Hero stuff." He told her before Wukong joined Macaque and both started to fight Jade, At one point, both monkeys are thrown back.

When they transform back Wukong is able to pin her down to the ground but Jade uses her tessen to slice his arm, releasing her. "Aaahh!" He screamed in pain, holding his arm.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt little ape~" She taunted him. Growling, Wukong runs up to finish her off, but she transforms into MK making Wukong hesitates.

"MK?"

"No Wukong, it's a trap!" Macaque cried out to him, but it was too late, A clone tackled him, sending him flying through multiple mountains. When he lands he tries to get up but is held down by many different clones.

Jade appears in front of him laughing, "Are you kidding, You fell for that? Ha!"

She then looked over to where MK was, Jade then turns and looks at Wukong and smiles before doing the same thing to her. She appears next to MK.

"So sorry little Kit, but playtime is over." She said before snapping her fingers. When she did, a whirlwind of blue fire foxes appeared in front of her. Soon they all merge to create one giant Kaiju form.

She gets ready to squish her, but before she could, a giant purple smoke monster appears stopping her and throwing her back. When she looks back, standing there was Macaque.

Jade huffed irritated, "You just don't know when to quit do you, Liu Ér?"

"Nah, now give me back my lantern!" He growled. She just stares at him, pretending to think. "Hm, no.." And before that the two started fighting again. Back at the mountain, Wukong walks up to MK, "We do not have long, he will not be able to hold her off for much longer. You need to fix your mistake."

"B-But how? I lost all my powers, I can't even lift the staff," MK said with shame and guilt.

Monkey King's face softens as goes up and puts a paw on her chin, making her face her, "You didn't lose all your power to her, you only lost the power you inherited from me, There's still power inside of you, I can feel it. You just need to believe in yourself and you'll be able to lift the staff and gain new powers."

At that moment the moment was cut short as they heard a painful yelp and look over, Jade had defeated Macaque's smoke monster. The dark furred monkey skidded across the ground.

"Macaque!" Wukong cried out, worried for the guy.

Jade laughed maliciously as she stared at her claws, "You're power is even more greater than I imagined Sun Wukong." She looked over at the mountain, growling, and then started running towards them.

Monkey King turned back to MK, "Remember patience and focus. Step into the strike," he said before fading, trying to hold off Jade.

MK closed her eyes and tried to find the power that was hidden deep in her, Jade jumped in the air ready to finish off Wukong and MK but before she can, MK's eyes opened to reveal orange. When she opened them it sent a powerful shockwave, throwing the huli-Jing back.

"Patience...Focus...Step in to the strike!!"

The battle ended when MK reached into Jade's Kaiju form and grabbed her, throwing her off into the distance. This caused MK to get her powers back, An explosion followed soon after, Wukong quickly holding onto MK, as Macaque appeared behind them.

She swung the staff, as it spun and twirled around the shadow monster, straight towards Jade. The monster splits in half, as the staff comes flying back, MK catching it with ease. An explosion followed soon after, Wukong quickly holding onto MK, as Macaque appeared behind them.

"You did it, bud. you remember what I taught you."

MK then looked at the ground and shame before saying, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. For acting out, for yelling at you. I just wanted to be good enough for you and- And.."

Unfortunately, She started feeling dizzy as she succumbed to her wounds and started to collapse.

"MK!"

The last thing she saw was Monkey King reaching towards her.

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"MK...."

"Wake up, MK...."

MK wakes up with a groan as she feels something poking her cheek, the teen opens her eyes to come face to face with the baby monkeys, all of them chittering happily before jumping her, giving her wet licks/kisses.

"Ew! Wait! Stop! I'm okay!" MK begs as she's bombarded by the monkeys.

"Wait, stop that's enough," A little girl's voice said, making the small monkeys all stop harassing MK. "Leave her alone." They were all shooed away.

Wiping the slobber off her face, MK gasped, "Monkey King!" MK tries to get up, She looks to see her wounds had been bandaged and cleaned. Bai-He gently eased her back down. "Woah, your wounds aren't fully healed yet."

"Where am..?" She glanced down to see torso bandaged up. "You're back on the mountain, don't worry you'll be fine." She said in a soft tone.

The brunette sighed in relief, gently lying back down. "That's a relief..."

Wait, hold on.....

MK's eyes snapped open when she realized something. "BAI-HE!?"

There standing in front of her was the same little girl she'd met a while back, Bai-He was wearing a light blue cheongsam with gold lining and buttons, maroon pants, Her shoes are black with white lining. Her raven hair tied in a high bun.

"Hi!" She greeted with a smile.

"W-what are- how are- What are you doing here??" MK asked, completely baffling as to why she's here.

"Um...I live here?"

"Say what?" MK blinked in disbelief.

"Ah I see you two have already met already." Wukong said as he entered the room with a tray of food in his hand.

"Monkey King! W-what is going on here?" She asked.

"Woah, calm down bud." Wukong said soothingly "I assure you everything is going to be fine."

"She's pretty freaked out, Bába." Bai-He laughed, making the confused girl more confused. "B-Bába?"

Wukong chuckled as he sets the tray down, "Okay, okay... I'm gonna come straight with you." Bai-He goes over to Wukong and he picks her up in his arms. "This is Bai-He, my daughter."

"Huh?"

"Well, I'm glad to see you're up and about Princess,~" Said a deep voice behind MK, she looked up to see the black furred simian looking down at her grinning.

"Eek!" She stumbled back, Monkey King had held her still, calming her down. "Woah, take it easy kid, Macaque's harmless...Sometimes."

"Oh, ha-ha very funny Peaches." Macaque rolled his eyes playfully.

'Peaches?' MK thought, raised a brow.

"Wait, a minute," She pointed towards Macaque. "Who the heck is this guy!?"

A laugh escaped Macaque's throat, and the black furred simian walked over to MK, using his tail to bring the teen over and set her on the couch.

"At ease soldier. The name's Macaque, well "The Six-Eared Macaque" is my full name." He takes her hand, kissing it. "Au chante mademoiselle~"

MK's jaw literally dropped, she couldn't believe that standing right in front of her was Liu Ér Mihou, The Six-Eared Macaque. And damn! She knew Monkey King was gorgeous but this dude is fine as hell!

However, MK wasn't all that convinced, "Wait, Are you sure you're really him?" She began poking and pulling at Macaque's clothes and fur. "You look way too old, and where's your other sets of ears? Aren't there supposed to be Six, not Two? And I don't remember him having a beard."

Macaque's eyebrow twitch In irritation, he glanced over at Wukong who watched in amusement. "A little help please?" He asked.

Monkey King chuckled, setting Bai-He down and happily walked to pull the girl off him. "Trust me kid, he's the real deal. I think I would recognized know my own husband~" he smiled, hugging him from behind.

Husband...?

HUSBAND!?!?

It took MK a moment to process what he said, before she jumped up in shock, looking between the two monkeys, and little girl.

Monkey King's Married?

And he's got a little human daughter?????

"SAY WHAAAAAAAAATTTTT!?"

This was all way too much for her to comprehend as the poor girl fainted, lying back on the couch. Macaque and Monkey King sweat-dropped, glancing at each other. "Wow, That's a fine kid you got there, peaches."

"Pfft! Please...wait until she meets the twins."

[galacticspaceguy]

Little fanfic below: Flint it’s chilling at a bar and then Ezra comes outta nowhere

In the depths of the Etherium, pirate Captains tend to be drawn to big, loud bars. They go there and show off their spoils and tell their tales, expecting applause and praise; along with a lad or lady glued to their arm by the end of the night.

Nathaniel Flint has to pride himself for this one; finding a quiet bar is practically impossible nowadays. Not that he’s completely turned off by those rowdy bars, sometimes a little attention is all he needs.

‘Course, that’s when he really wants it, but now he’s got the Navy constantly hunting his ass, he needs a little peace and quiet now and then to fully collect his thoughts and drink some good ale.

His crew may be a little annoyed at the slowness of the inn, but Flint himself almost finds it quite endearing.

Lost in his mind, he stares down at the bottom of a cup. No ale.

“Aye, barkeep,” He barks, not looking up he pushes his empty cup forward. “Another. Stronger this time. You aren’t getting paid to make ale this watered down.”

“Apologies, Captain.” Came a young, shaky voice. A boy named Gale. He keeps the bar clean- clean enough that is. He’s a Tuskrus, probably around… 19? 21? Flint never bothered to ask.

“We’re, uh…” Gale faltered a bit, grabbing Flint's empty cup. “A bit slow today.”

“Aye? How so?” Flint's gaze was glued to the bar island he was sitting at, as he twisted

A cigarette between his fingers, examining it. He was the only one sitting at the long table. Everyone knew not to approach him on nights like these. His tone was strangely calm, almost curious.

“W-we’re missing a few ‘tenders tonight.” Gale explained, doing his best not to glance up at flint, but failing not to. “Out sick, mostly.”

“Hmph.” Flint huffed. Was he satisfied? Was he skeptical? It was surprising. If so many of their bartenders and barmaids had fallen ill, who was pumping out drinks so quickly? Whoever it was lowered the quality, but hell, they were pumping out drinks faster than he's ever seen. Sure, his crew was large, but damn, they were gonna start racking up a bill soon.

Gale placed a new drink in front of Flint. “N-now if you excuse me, Captain Flint, I-I must go out back, boss has me- uh.. working extra.”

“Then leave.” Flint demanded, slamming his new drink on the table, making Gale flinch and scurry off. Flint scoffed, shaking his head as he brought his cup to his lips.

Didn’t take Gale long to come back, though he was surprisingly more silent then he usually was. Maybe he finally learned to shut up.

Gale's mouth was silent, but his moves were sharp. Strange, Gale was rather gentle with how he handled his drinks, dangerously gentle as he was a damned clutz.

Flint finds himself bored enough to look up, and he is surprised to find it is not Gale who had returned to the bar, but someone else. Someone who Flint had never seen before. A new hire? Not likely.

This bartender had his back to Flint. It was a felinid for sure, with ears and a tail like that. The feline's fur was a mix of white, orange-brownish, and black fur. His hair was a light brown with an orange tint, and it was incredibly long; longer than Flint's even; and it was held up in a high ponytail.

He wore a dark red shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; revealing a series of scars and old burns upon his forearms and hands. The rest of his outfit were simple clothes- nothing more than cloth over his body; black pants, a brown belt, and strangely, a black handkerchief tied over his face, right under his nose.

“You ain’t the one watering down our drinks, are you?” Flint asked in amusement and in a hint of anger. His drink was as thin as him and the barrier to hell.

The bartender was quiet as he finished filling up a new cup. “Unfortunately, that’d be me, Captain.” His words were slightly muffled by the mask. He kept his back to Flint as he added some finishing touches to Flint's drink.

“You best hope you’ll be alive to reduce the bill for inadequate service.” Flint scoffed, rolling his eyes.

The boy laughed, though it was on the line of genuine and forced. “I don’t think someone like you should have much trouble paying, aye Captain?”

The boy finally turned around, placing the drink he’s been spending so much pretty time on in front of Flint.

From what Flint could see, the bartender's face was messed up, scars galore. The old wounds were hidden behind two long sets of bangs. But what instantly caught Flint's attention were the bartender's eyes; green irises, sharp yellow pupils. Everyone else was just a black void. It honestly did nothing but make him look more tired.

He’s never seen a felinid like that before. Probably a hybrid. Those eyes are a dead giveaway.

Flint picked up the drink, glancing back at the felinid. The bartender stares at him for half a moment, before turning to move away. Flint harshly grabs him by the arm, pulling him back. Using his other hand, Flint pulls the bartender's mask off his face. He doesn’t trust a man who has a face he can not see.

The feline hardly looked shocked, just silent, perhaps he knew this was coming. The rest of his face was just as scarred. Disturbingly enough, he had two scars- though technically it could count as one- running up either sides of his mouth, all the way up under his cheek, creating a long mouth. It seemed to curve downward at the ends. It honestly didn’t look too different from Flint's mouth if he’s being honest. He’s seen himself enough times to know what he looks like, but it’s clear this boy clearly wasn’t born with that.

Flint's hand stays clamped around the bartender's face, turning it from side to side, getting a good look at the boy. Gods, he barely looks 20.

“Who the hell fucked you up?” That was Flint's first question, of course. Flint settled back down, letting the boy slip free of his grasp. The boy rubbed his slack jaw, staring at Flint in disdain.

The bartender's hands fall to his sides. He turns away, setting up to make another drink. “Just some people.” The boy said quietly.

His voice was cold and his tone fell flat. How can someone sound so young, and yet sound as though they’ve seen everything?

“Oh boy, they couldn’t have just been ‘some people’ if they did that.” Flint huffed, picking up his drink once more. “Humor me, lad. What could someone like you have possibly done to earn that.”

“Things happen when… people know who you are.” His hands work slowly at first, before coming to a stop. “Where you are.”

“Aye, and by the looks of it, you thought it’d be safer where they couldn’t find you, yes? Coming out here to this… dingy bar in the middle of who knows where!” With the sudden race of emotions he was feeling, Flint felt slightly light headed. “Well, let me tell you something, lad. People like that are always gonna find you no matter where you go.”

By the Cosmos, what was he doing? Out here giving life advice to a boy half his age. Gods, he must really be blacking out now. Looks like they finally listened when he said he wanted something stronger. What was even in this?

“C-Could I offer you advice, Captain?” The bartender asks, sounding wary, as he continues on with cleaning. “In exchange for what you’ve given me?”

“Oh yeah? And what advice could you possibly give me?” He laughs, shaking his head. He lifts his cup again, hoping to finally get a good full sip of what he has been given.

“Don’t accept drinks from people who want you dead.”

Flint freezes as soon as the cup reaches his lips.

Flint placed the cup down, eyeing the bartender closely. He spoke slowly, “What’d you say ‘yer name was, boy?”

The ‘bartender’ laughed; a cold, empty laugh, yet riddled with a hint of amusement. “We’re a bit past that, aren’t we…, Captain Nathaniel Flint?”

“You know it’s rather dangerous for a hunter like you to be on his lonesome.” Flint sat straight, his hand instinctively going for the handle of his sword. “Especially in a bar full of pirates.”

The ‘bartender’ leaned against the countertop, his arms folded against the wood, right across from Flint. He looked Flint dead in the eyes and said; “Who said I was alone?”

[justamadgirlinabox]

The Last of Us - 1x06 Kin

Joel: This ride to the University, is it a suicide mission? Tommy: No. It's dangerous, but it's nothin' you can't handle. Just prepare and do what you do. Joel: You've had people go that way and come back? Tommy: All of 'em. What is this? Joel: She's immune. Tommy: What? Joel: Ellie. She got infected, but she didn't get sick. Tommy. Tommy, I saw her get bit myself. That was months ago. Months. She's immune. Tommy: From the beginning. Joel: It was Marlene. She hired us to smuggle her to some Fireflies. It went bad. Tess got bit. She made me swear to take the kid. It was her dyin' wish. What the hell was I supposed to do? We made it as far as K.C., and then… You know, she saved my life there… from another kid. Five years ago, I would've destroyed him. But she had to shoot him to save me. 14 years old. Because I was too slow and too fսckin' deaf to hear him comin'. And I saw… I saw a man kill his own brother… to save her, while I just watched. And today, I thought that dog was gonna tear her apart because it smelled somethin' on her. And all I did was stand there. I couldn't… move. I couldn't think of anything to say. I just… I was so afraid. You think I can still handle things, but… I'm not who I was. I'm weak. Lately, there are these moments where the fear comes up outta nowhere, and… my heart… feels like it's stopped. And I have dreams. Every night. Tommy: What kinda dreams? Joel: I don't know. I can't remember. I just know that when I wake up… I've lost somethin'. I'm failin' in my sleep. That's all I do. It's all I've ever done is fail her again and again. Tommy:You want me to take her. Joel: I'm just gonna get her killed. I know it. I have to leave her. Tommy: Joel. Joel: I mean, it's why you took off on me, right? To make up for the things we did? Well, here's your chance to bring your kid into a better world. You're younger than me. You're still strong. You said it yourself, you'll come back. You have to take her. And you can't tell anyone, not even Maria. Tommy, you're the only one I trust. If anyone else sees those bites on her, what's under her skin… they'll shoot her. It's the last thing I'll ever ask of you. I swear.

[lavendarneverlands]

🩵 Ashe’s ♥️ new album ❤️ Willson 💛

(go listen to it if you want to understand me as a person🖤 listen to Save Myself & then Moral of the Story & then Castle if you want to destroy yourself like my brand of musical taste😅 & while your at it here’s some lyrics cause I have to scream about this to someone until therapy next week😂)

Please don't fall in love with me

I'll give you almost everything, I'll melt myself to fit your mold, and carefully chip away my soul. Until there's nothing left to see. Oh, please don't fall in love with me.

I'll tell you all my secret fears, to weaponize against me, dear.

I'm just a girl with paper hands, and playing tough's my fatal scam.

You're Alice in my Wonderland, I can't keep up this fantasy.

Please take back your gifts and flowers (I can't reciprocate, you know they die anyways)

Please stop calling me your hero (I can't save myself, how do I even help out a somebody else?)

Running Out Of Time

I woke up in sheets that were laced with the scent of a stranger. Poured her a coffee, and sat on the porch in the back. I looked in the mirror, everything changes sooner or later. So, I cut my hair, even though I knew better than that. Left my bags in California, and never looked back… And I said: "I've got to go see 'bout a guy in Tennessee, and I don't care if I make it out alive. And I'm not sure if I'm in love, but it feels like freedom And my twenties are running, and running… I'm running outta time".

Pull The Plug

The monitor flickers, I've never been sicker,

You say it's fine if it's all in my mind. Oh, you look so real, but it feels like a lie,

Don't pinch me in case I'm asleep. In case you're not here, 'cause this is a dream. And we've never met, so we're not in love. In case I'm asleep, don't pull the—Don't touch me, this coma is nice. Too good to be true, so just let me lie. Down in the sheets, 'cause here we're in love. In case I'm asleep, don't pull the plug…

Cherry Trees

To be perfectly honest, I never expected to see you again. god, I'm embarrassed, it still hurts as bad as the day that you left.

All too uncanny, my misunderstanding.

So glad you look happy, but I wish you'd look at me…Carve our names in cherry trees, spray the room with cheap perfume, stay up late to watch me sleep, cut my hair to look like you, turn my stomach into knots, kiss me like you did before… I'm so sorry I forgot…You're not mine anymore.

I Wanna Love You (But I Don’t)

Just like a cashmere sweater on a dark December day, you were laying softly on my chest.

And I was someone special whenever I caught your gaze. Now I'm struggling to catch my breath.

You'll remember me just like a bad dream, but, baby, we looked so good together. And I'll remember you like you were brand new, I thought you'd stay that way forever.

I wanna love you, but I don't… I think that something went wrong. Now I don't know where I belong anymore, and I should leave you, but I won't… I've forgotten how to get back… but I remember what we had. The party's over and I know I should go. I wanna love you, but I don't.

Helter Skelter

Summertime has crystalized, ice blurring glass windowpanes. Tantalized, hypnotized, "You're happy, you're happy", they say.

Try hard as I may, think I'm losing my mind, I'm afraid. Nauseated, isolation, the ballroom was flooded by crowds. And all their mesmerized, eagle eyes watched me collapse to the ground. Under all of the haze and the gaze, I just needed a place to lie down…

Foul play at the cabaret, our bodies were covered in chills. Helter skelter in gold decanters, was melting the floor where it spilled. Let's all raise a toast to the things we love most, turning to smoke.

And if I had the chance, I’d start over again.

So, I'm not leaving the house today. I've run out of words I can say. Now nowhere feels safe anymore. I'm calling in sick to thе rest of this year.

Nothing you see herе is as it appears. I had hopes, but I don't… think I can go on with the show.

Dear Stranger,

Found the string to pull the parachute, just before I hit the ground, I stopped and thought of you. Oh, what a lovely view when you're not dying, letting go of you is terrifying.

I think the sun has parted with the clouds. They finally put their differences behind them for a while. And I can feel the heat kissing my skin. I can feel the blood rushing back in.

Hello again, dear stranger, hello again,

I hope you know I've missed ya, how have you been?

I've been pretty bad, but I am coming back, and I'll be seeing you again.

I said some things to you I did not mean. I promised more than I should have and ruined everything… But yesterday, oh, yesterday is gone… Heaven only knows the time I've lost.

I am not the same, I will not be the same again. Don't go looking for the girl you loved, her innocence is dead.

And I buried all my sin inside a casket in a grave "Here lies someone almost famous, who gave up everything".

Hornet’s Nest

I said "I love you" too soon. We were parked inside an open field. I said I needed your touch. I think I said too much…

You swallowed my gum, passed me half your cigarette.

Held the sting in my lungs.

And kicked the hornet's nest.

You made me someone, for once I was someone. And finally someone to myself.

But I started seeing your angels for demons. Now Heaven is hurting like Hell.

We'll drink the arsenic, set fire to the gardens.

…And I'll disappear with your help…

'Cause you made me someone, for once I was someone, but you made me somebody else.

Castle

Look at me now, in my castle made of glass.

Your hands are just like hammers, every touch another crack. Swing them any harder, watch my sparkling house collapse. I know I said I wanted this, but now I've come to see,

That I gave you way too much of me. You locked me up and hid the key.

Oh, you call it unrequited, while you stab me in the back. This must be love 'cause you decided it. But my blood is on your hands, it's spilling all over the rug.

You act surprised to see me lay here, tell me I've gotta clean this up. You think that time is gonna heal this, really, time is gonna heal this?

No, your time is up.

Call her a survivor or a victim. — Oh, where'd they get the nerve? — Keep using black and white on colored pages, to paint the one who's gotten hurt, but would you look at both her wings?

Is she an angel or a demon?.. Somebody better call the priest… Grab your pitchforks and your torches, start the fires, grab the horses. Let's all slay her like her beast.

I'm taking myself back. Even if I let everyone down. I don't stand a chance here. Finally I'm saving myself.

I hope you die first

I'll quit smoking every day, and I'll stop flying in airplanes. Yeah, I'll get inventive, I've got incentive, you make me want to change.

Don't you worry about me, we'll throw you a big ol' party. Then I'll light one up for you, and I will see you soon.

I don't wanna die before you, promise I'll be right behind, but I should be there to hold your hand.

It's already been decided, I'll be here to say, "Goodbye".

Honey, I want you to understand, for better or for worse, I really hope you die first.

I don't wanna say this, but, if I don't make it… Please don't rush for me… I'll be waiting.

Devil Herself

If I committed murder, you would've been my alibi. Woulda helped bury the body in the darkness of the night. Told the cops that I was sick in our bedroom the whole time. Moved us outta state and started a brand new life.

And, if I was a pyromaniac, you would've fetched the gasoline. Handed me the matchsticks to burn down everything. You would've told insurance agents it happened accidentally. Swept up all the ashes, and bought another house for me.

I knew what I was doing, gave you something to believe. I was gathering the harvest, had you raking up the leaves. I was feeding you the apple, you were swallowing the seeds. You were Adam in the garden, but your ribs were made of me.

Now you're not the same anymore (You're not the same). How do we go back to before? When you'd sell your soul to the Devil herself? I can tell you're not yourself (No, you're not yourself)…

'Cause I fell in love with someone else.

(She fell in love with someone—)…

Ashe

I'm learning to like myself for the first time.

Tryna rewrite all the stories that I’ve told,

Everyone thought I had it all together, now my fair-weather friends are gone with the cold…

And I hadn't addressed the shame, I confess, it was eating me alive.

If you bury something so deep underneath all the laughter and the lies,

Guess nobody will believe you when you finally ask for help.

I've been crying wolf еvery day for a while now… I’ve been tеlling you I'm okay for a while now…

I'm outrunning the past, but it all has to catch up with the times… If I was faster, then I could pass the finish line.

And if none of this lasts, then I can't grasp the reasons that we try.

Will it matter when we all turn to ash? Will any of this matter? Will any of us matter in the end?

[am3ricanj3sus]

5/15

song of the day:

I love being loud

every time I was past mr c i’m really loud and that’s the only time I hate how loud I am. cause i’m yelling at my friends when he walks by. not being mean js yk being loud.

ugh mr c looked so good today and yesterday. there was a staff vs students basketball game and well! he’s not the best…

he played volleyball in high school so it’s like you’d think he wasn’t so stiff on the court but ig thats what happens when u get older. he got a basket tho!!!! my friends did the post game interview with him and he even said it himself he was a benchwarmer. like shut up ur so cute.

and earlier today I was looking for him in the hallway I usually see him in and I didn’t see him so I turned to my friend and was like “where tf is (his government name😹)” and my friend goes “he’s right fucking there” and I turn and there he is! I fucking shrieked I just need to die.

LIKE THATS SOOOO. I DONT KNOW HOW TO SHUT UP. LIKE WHERE DID YOU COME FROM DUDEEEE. YOU APPEARED OUTTA NOWHERE.

then at the beginning of lunch I saw him again and bro it’s the way I don’t care! like i’m never gonna take one of his classes FUCK BUSINESS!!! like I whispered to my friend “it’s him” as we walked by him and I like to think that i’m some sort of comedian.

anyways. I think it’s time. I need to leave this town😹😹😹

also i’m sick of people. like fuck

anyways. i’ll be back yk I will.

[machetegirl109]

so idk where u are but where i am weve had like heatwaves and all that so its hot as shit and i was taking my siblings to their sports things and doing her cheer teams hair for a conp and crying bc i miss cheer and i got a nasty sunburtn from a soccer game for my brother THEN IT FUCKING STARTED A DOWNPOUR OUTTA NOWHERE I WAS SO MAD but thats abt it tbh

-🌻

girl i understand, i live in a super duper hot place and its so hard to stay outside somedays 😢 ! omgggg thats so sweet of u, also what a nostalgia ;c i can understand how u feel, sunflower ☹️🥹

no coz im gonna need u to wear some sunscreen ok? be a good girl for me. also its so fun that u have siblings, its the best - even tho they're annoying and all hahah i love it

AND I UNDERSTAND THE HEAT SUPER SUN THEN RAIN LIKE MY CITY!? BI.PO.LAR !!!!!!

sry i took so long btw pretty, today was monday; yk what that means? me, stuck in a uber omw to work and then home afterwards. needless to say, i got sick again. wish me luck tmr ladies, fans, and peoples 🧍‍♀️🫂

[prijune]

Guess who came home 30mins before his banner went away :D

[cayennecrush]

SELFISH

[senjuushi]

(ANTIQUES) Assorted Lines 2 — Low Spirits

((Once again, some of these are cute... and some are really, really sad. XD I like Kentucky's third line a lot— good to know he's still wearing the dumb contacts! Snider's lines also very much encouraged my growing headcanon that he's Autistic... I think he needs to stop being so cute relatable... >.>))

// First Acquisition // Occupational Experience (Start) // Occupational Experience (End) // After Encouragement //

. . .

Enfield

1: When will Snider give up on trying to remodel me...? I’m fine the way I am...!

2: I made a mistake while brewing tea with new tea leaves... and it turned out bitter. What a shock... 

3: Haahh... I haven’t been able to speak with Master George at all today. It’s the worst day of my life...

Snider

1: Haah... Anchovies and that sort of thing... They reek so much, it makes me sick. Will I have to eat them again...?

2: My mouth hurts again... An ulcer...? Vitamin deficiency...? As if I care...!

3: I’m capable of using both Absolute Nobility and Ruthlessness, so why do you need to have other Musketeers by your side...?

George

1: My tooth hurts... it’s a cavity, you say...? Don’t eat candy before bed, huh...? Uu... it huuurts... 

2: Charle... Truth is, it’d be better if Brown Bess was here instead of me... I want to meet him already... 

3: Uuu...! I got failing grades in everything again... I don’t want make-up lessons again! I wanna have fun!

Kentucky

1: Shit! I had a pair of jeans that were the perfect color, but someone washed them without asking me...!

2: Hahh~ ...I had to greet Master when I was fresh outta bed... No colored contacts, my hair a mess... Haah~

3: Uu~ ...I can’t beat that bastard, Pennsylvania...! It’s so frustrating...! Why am I getting nowhere...!?

Pennsylvania

1: I regret abandoning my responsibilities,��but I couldn’t live like that. I wanted to live how I felt was right... 

2: I know Kentucky wants to be my rival, but... is selfish for me to want to get along with him a bit better, like brothers should...?

3: When Dreyse and I were exchanging methods of draining and salting meat, someone assumed we were murderers... 

Charleville

1: This season’s limited macaron flavor sold out before I could buy any... Even though I got up so early... 

2: I miss him... We used to travel together... I wonder what I can do to help him...

3: I’ve deceived so many people, is it really okay for me to be here...?

Chassepot

1: Haah... today is rain... yesterday was rain...! It’s giving me a headache... I’m tired of this...!

2: Dreyse is an uncivilized Prussian gun who entered the Palace of Versailles with dirty shoes... but he’s still so close to Master...!

3: I can’t look at my gun without remembering it. The nightmare of a burning city... the blood-soaked people... Even now, I can’t forget what it looked like...

Tabatiere

1: I don’t want to fight anymore... Is there no other reason for me to be a Musketeer...?

2: For me of all people to burn the sauce... Even though I’d gone to the trouble of getting a good duck for it!

3: Haah... Chassepot and Gras are in the midst of a cold war again... 

Dreyse

1: The scar over my eye sometimes hurts. I got that scar when my first Master died... It’s my punishment. 

2: The wurst’s rind tore! How shameful, to make such a mistake in cooking it... Like this, the gravy I’ve worked on will... gh! 

3: A soldier shouldn’t fear such things... And yet, no matter what I do... I can’t forget that person’s final moments...!

Jitte

1: I had a few drinks with Kiseru-kun the other day. and because of the alcohol... I got carried away and wound up talking up a storm... Aaah~

2: In town yesterday, I helped a child who fell down, and he called me an old man...Am I really that old...?

3: Whether as a gun or a Musketeer, I worry that I’m not useful to anyone... I’m pathetic, and there’s nothing I can do about it...

Karl

1: .......... It’s nothing. .......

2: A woman in the cafeteria says I’m not allowed to drink coffee. Because I’m a child. Good gracious, now I’m getting nostalgic... 

3: Leo, Margarita... The mysteries of this world remain unsolved... 

Lorenz

1: Karl-sama seems to favor the privately manufactured Lorenz over me... Karl-sama... why...!?

2: After eating one of Belga’s “ultra-spicy chips”,  my lips are swollen... It’s hard to talk like this... 

3: When I went to the library to check out the final volume...! Someone else already had it! I was looking forward to that! Return it quickly, cretin...!

Cutlery

1: I wonder if Fal’s memories will ever come back...? Mikhael says Fal will be happier without them, but I know he’s still... lonely...

2: Kiseru, that bastard...! Calling me something like... l-like Cutty-boy! He’s making fun of me...!

3: Jitte and Mikhael are both busy today... I hate having to eat alone...

[dam-peace]

Hi Im The One Who Asked. How Would The Station And Lars Team React If They Found Out The Detective Had A Child Or Adopted One. I Got Another Ask I Forgot.

How Would The Station And Lars Team React If They Thought The Detective Was Dead From A Mission Gone Wrong. And The Detective Pulls A Hole Joseph Joestar And Crashes Their Own Funeral.

#VV #ViceVirtue

Hi again! :)

Lars Beckford

He doesn't attend the funeral, because he knows you're not dead. Lars has his own effective means of gathering intel, especially in concerns to the MC. Thus, he knows for a fact that this is some tasteless joke on your part. Which he refuses to play into, though this prank of yours. Results in him increasing your workload, seeing as you have so much free time on your hands.

Elias

Due to the nature of his abilities, Elias knows for a fact that you're not dead. Therefore, he's only attending the funeral to see what stupid thing you do next. And you better make it good too, Nick made him wear a suit for this.

Nicholas

Nick is a pretty understanding guy, but not today. Today he's pissed, he beat himself up over your death. Mourned you, vowed to find the asshole that was responsible, and here you are treating it as some big joke. He's relieved to see that you're okay, but sorrily disappointed in your sick, twisted sense of humour. His opinion of you has certainly changed....

Kacey

First, she's sat there sniffling and mourning your death. But when you appear out of nowhere, alive and well. She thinks it's the start of a zombie apocalypse and bolts, like she's outttt. And you better not be too close to her, when you pop out of the blue either. Unless you want a solid right hook to the face.

Tobias

Another member of the team who knows that you're not dead, due to the nature of his abilities. Matter of fact, he's waiting for you to jump out. Because the minute you do, Tobias' is going to use his own ability to publicly humiliate you. You've wasted his time, so now he's gonna fuck with yours. Most likely he'll lock you up in the casket for hours on end, with a real dead body.....never do this again.

Shuri/Shyam

They go from zero to 100 real quick, first they're crying in their seat. And as soon as you pop outta nowhere at first, they're frozen in place. Next minute you know, they're up on their feet, shaking the f*ck outta you. Screaming obscenities at you in their native tongue, cursing you to every God & Goddess in existence. Topping it all off, by shoving you into the open casket, threatening to kill you for real this time.

Leena/Luther

Walks clean the f*ck out of there, as soon as their eyes land on you, sending a nasty look in your direction. Accompanied by a disappointed shake of their head, as hell bent as ever on beating the breaks off of you. Though, a small part of them is glad you're not dead, I mean who else could possibly be enough competition for them around here? Though, this little stunt of yours just confirms how much better they are.

Mason/Marley

Absolutely distraught, when they see you pop out, alive and well. They're tear-filled eyes widen in shock, thinking that they might be hallucinating. Though, by the reaction of those around them, they realize that they are still sound of mind.

Rushing over to you, they'll grab hold of the MC. Wanting to feel that the Detective truly is there with them, Mason/Marley might even kiss you from sheer relief. Though, as soon as those light feelings die down. Mason/Marley is gonna reprimand the f*ck outta the Detective.

"Never, ever, do that again. You hear me?!" Mason/Marley hisses in a frightening whisper. With barely contained anger, as they shake you slightly. Waiting for an answer, which they will receive.

Irene Beuford

Literally starts to take off her earrings, her black shawl, gathering her hair up in a ponytail. Because she's for sure beating some ass tonight. Irene isn't one to ever show any form of weakness, and the fact that she cried for you, mourned you. Only for you to treat this whole thing as some kind of sick joke, throwing it back into her face. Yeah, she's not happy, and don't expect your relationship to ever be the same after this either.

Chief Richmond

Dennis doesn't find this funny in the slightest honestly, he's PISSED. I mean how could you? he's always thought of you as his own child, and this is the sh*t that you pull? He won't even grace you with a single look, turning on his heel, he walks straight out of the church.

The next time you see him, he completely freezes you out. For the next few weeks, hell even months, you don't exist in his world. I hope your little prank was worth it, because you'll have a lot of making up to do....

[drakenology]

Their S/O is shy. With Bakugo, Todoroki and Midoriya!

author’s note: HIIII! So I got this idea from work today. I’m a shy, reserved person in real life and I imagined a headcannon where y/n was an uwu girl. enjoy! I’m going to do the Bakusquad next time. 

warnings: suggestive themes, light violence, fluff, and cussing.

Bakugo 

thinks you’re the cutest

teases you a lot. 

will smack the shit outta anyone who tries taking advantage of your kind and shy demeanor.

loves how your shyness comes to play in the bedroom; he likes trying to get you to loosen up a little.

Would butter you up with compliments and praises.

“I dunno what you’re so shy about. You’re fuckin hot.”

likes how he’s the complete opposite of you

VERY protective over you. 

You and Bakugo are out at a restaurant on a date. You’re looking through the menu to see what you want, not being able to decide between the burger or the quesadilla (yum!). 

“I think I’m gonna get the steak. What about you, babe?” Katsuki asked, peering over to look at your menu. 

“I dunno.. I think the burger sounds good. I think that’s what I’ll get” You say, sitting your menu down. Bakugo is staring down your dress, oogling at your ample cleavage popping out of the v-neckline. You notice his gaze, blushing profusely. 

“S-Stop it, Katsuki.” You say, covering up your chest with your menu. He smirks and runs his hands up your thighs causing you to fold your legs to try and stop the wetness coming from your panties. Even though you never admit it out loud, you loved when he groped and stared at you. It made you feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Katsuki grabs your chin and kisses you.

“You’re gonna get it tonight, princess.” He whispered in your ear. You blush as you notice the waiter coming your way, swatting Katsuki’s hands away from you. The waiter walked towards your table and sat your drinks down.

“Thanks. Ready to order, babe?” Bakugo looks towards you. You nod, feeling a little nervous to order yourself. You were very soft spoken, so ordering food was a bit of a challenge for you. But today, you had worked up the courage to order without Bakugo’s help. 

“Hi, u-um.. I’ll have the burger, please. Also could I get that without any onions? I’m allergic.” You say, looking down at your menu instead of at the waiter. 

“Certainly. And for you, sir?” The waiter said, motioning to Bakugo.

“I’ll have the steak please. Well done. I don’t like my steak pink. If I see pink, me and my lady are leaving without payin’, ya got that!?” Bakugo said aggressively. To anyone not knowing him, they think he’s being rude and difficult but you know he’s just trying to make the waiter nervous on purpose as a joke. 

“Yes, sir. Coming right up.” The waiter says, leaving in a hurry. 

“Katsuki, you’re giving the waiter a hard time.” You say softly, your voice sounding like a disappointed mother. He sighed, grabbing your hand and kissing it. 

“Alright, I’ll lay off.” He said, laughing. You two chatter about what you guys did for hero work that day, laughing and enjoying each other’s company until the food came. Finally, the food comes; the aroma coating your nose as you get excited to eat.

“Enjoy.” The waiter said dryly, clearly not liking Bakugo’s attitude. You both shrug it off and prepare to dig in. Bakugo seemed to like his steak but your burger had onions all over it. Even if you had picked them off, it still wouldn’t have been safe to eat. You sigh, poking at your burger in disappointment.

“What’s wrong? How come you’re not eating?” Bakugo asked, his mouth full as he wiped steak sauce from his mouth. You shake your head, not wanting to make a scene. He looked at your plate, seeing your burger teething with onions. He’s way angrier than you are, waving the waiter over to your table with fervor. 

“K-Katsuki, I can just take them off it’s not-” You’re interrupted by Bakugo, who isn’t having any of it; already knowing what you’re about to say. The waiter clearly didn’t like Bakugo’s attitude so he messed your order up on purpose because he noticed how soft-spoken you are. He didn’t chance fucking up Katsuki’s order because he knew he’d have a fit and probably kick his ass if he got short with him. 

“No Y/N, it is a big deal. Look at it! It’s got onions all over it. You can’t eat that shit, you’ll get sick even if you pick ‘em off. I’m givin that asshole a piece of my mind!” He shouts, still trying to get the waiter’s attention who was clearly ignoring you two. 

“HEY! I KNOW YOU FUCKING SEE ME. GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, NOW.” Bakugo shouts. Oh god. The waiter rolled his eyes, walking over to your table.

“Is there a problem, sir?” He asks, not eager to help at all. 

“You’re fuckin’ right there’s a problem. What did my girl order, huh?” Bakugo says, standing from his seat. 

“Katsuki, please.” You say, tugging his sleeve trying to get him to sit back down.

“She ordered a burger.” the waiter answered with attitude. 

“Yeah, with NO ONIONS you idiot! GO TELL THEM TO FUCKING FIX IT OR I’M TELLIN’ YOUR BOSS AND YOU’RE FUCKED.” Bakugo yelled, grabbing the waiter by his collar. The waiter; scared out of his mind, is now sweating with fear. 

“V-Very sorry, sir. I’ll fix that for you right away!” The waiter said, running back to the kitchen to fix your order. Bakugo sat back down in his seat, going back to eat his steak as if nothing happened. The whole restaurant was staring at you both, you sinking into your chair from all the eyes on you. 

“THE FUCK ARE YALL LOOKIN AT!?” Bakugo yelled, getting everyone in the room to turn their attention back to their own tables. He looked back to you, seeing a frown on your face. 

“Don’t you think you went a bit too far?” You ask, crossing your arms. 

“Nope.” He said, feeding you some of his steak until your new burger came. 

“Nobody messes with my baby.”

Todoroki

is such a mom omg

just as protective as Bakugo (if not more)

encourages you to open up

supports your small wins (awww)

fucks the shyness outta you hehe

loves you and your shyness no matter what 

You and Shoto are getting ready to go out when you’re having a difficult time deciding what to wear. You had pulled out a few garments to wear; a red strapless bodycon dress that Shoto got you to accentuate them curves of yours or a simple bulky sweater and jeans. You were a little nervous to dress sexy for Shoto, unsure of yourself and your body not to mention all the potential unwarranted stares from others. You sigh and start dressing yourself in the boring outfit you picked out and sat down at your vanity to do your makeup. Shoto walked in the bedroom from your bathroom to see the dress sitting on the bed. 

“Why aren’t you wearing your dress, love?” He asked, concern written all over his face as he stood next to your vanity. 

“I-I just don’t want all the attention on me. I’m nervous. What if everyone stares at me?” You say, tears burning your eyes. Shoto takes you by your hand and leads you to the full body mirror mounted on the wall of your bedroom. He pushed your hair back and kissed your neck, running his hands on either side of your body. 

“You don’t have to worry about the stares. I’m going to be there to protect you, okay?” He says, sweetly kissing your cheek. You smile warmly and nod. He was right. You change into the dress and slipped on some heels to match, giggling at the praises and encouragement from your boyfriend as he reached for your hand to kiss it. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Shoto said, taking a good look at your curves. He feels himself harden at the sight of you, involuntarily groaning as he pulled you close to him for a deep kiss. 

“How about we stay in tonight instead?” 

He was determined to make you open up... one way or any other teehee.

Midoriya 

loves you SO MUCH OMG

doesn’t care that you’re a little shy and soft-spoken

speaks for you when needed

stands up for you

loves to motivate you 

thinks you’re sinfully adorable

You and Midoriya are walking through the supermarket, shopping for food for your shared home. Izuku was always such a huge help, lifting all the heavy things and putting them in the cart or reaching for things that were too high for you to reach. You loved shopping with him and he loved it too because he could look after you and spend time with you at the same time. 

“Crap, I forgot we need meats for dinner tonight. What did you want again, Izuku?” You asked, looking up from your shopping list. 

“Pork, please. You always make the best pork curry, Y/N” He said sweetly, kissing your forehead. You blush and walk over to the meat department while Izuku gathers the rest of the ingredients for dinner. You stand in line with your number and waited your turn patiently. Suddenly, this big burly man comes out of nowhere and cuts right in front of you in line. You hated when situations like this happen because it was always so hard for you to stand up for yourself. You gulp and muster up enough courage to confront him...sorta?

“U-um excuse me.. I was ne-” You’re interrupted by the man shouting over you.

“Shut up, bitch! I’m in a hurry so why don’t you just wait a little while longer.” He yells. You’re shocked at how he spoke to you, clearly this man lacked manners. You stand there, dumbfounded and scared. You were so frustrated with yourself you’re brought to tears, wiping them away as you stand in line and wait your turn. 

“Bitch?” you hear a familiar voice repeat. It was Midoriya, standing beside you with your cart in toe. “You thought this woman was alone, didn’t you? Fucking coward.” Izuku walks towards the man, intimidatingly calm. The man scoffs until he sees Izuku’s face. The pro hero Deku was standing right in front of him and he was angry.

“H-Hey.. I had no idea okay? I’ll back o-”

“If it was me standing there would you have cut in front of me and called me a bitch?” Izuku asked, grabbing the man by his shirt. “You get off on bullying women don’t you, you spineless bastard? Think that just because your big and ugly that you can just push people around? People like you make me sick. Get in the back of fucking line before I lose my temper.” The man does so, glaring at you as he walked to the back of the line. You sigh in relief as your number is called, Izuku leading you to the counter with his hand on your back. He turned around and glared at the man who gave you a hard time one last time. 

“What would you like to order, miss?” The butcher said with a smile.

“Pork, please.” You sigh.