#i have this bad habit of thinking of them as huskies but shit are they Not

[ploffskinpluffskin]

u ever just get mindblown by how gd Big wolves are

[mitch-the-silly]

Heyyyy! Could you do a oneshot with Husk and fem!reader where she and Angel are best friends and he's trying to be wingman and get them together??

Yesss!!! I love the Husk suggestions! I srsly love that old man... Anyway, I just KNOW Angie would be THE BEST wingman!!!

This is set before Angel and Husk bond, so passive-aggressive Husk and Angel ahead!

Husk x fem!reader

"Three's a Hangout, Minus One is a Date!"

From the couch of the lobby, you looked down at your phone. Thinking of getting a drink perhaps, since you didn't have anything to do on that particular day. But you could go without one, you were sure. 

However, your best friend who was sitting next to you thought otherwise. Angel Dust got up with a sigh and looked at the bar then at you. “Alright girl, let’s get some drinks. You know you wanna.” He chuckled.

“Ain’t it kind of early for drinks? It’s 3 pm.” You sighed, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. You’d told him you didn’t need him to do it, but it was sweet of him to try anyway.

He chuckled leaning down towards you, “With a bartender like yours, hon? It’s drinking hour every hour.” He whispered at you. “Alright get up bitch.” He added, grabbing your arm and lifting you up.

“Ugh, I swear…” You sighed, walking with him as he led you towards the bar. You looked up at the man behind it. Husk… he made you sigh, but you couldn’t tell him yourself. Not in a million years. He kept to himself and even Angel’s flirting disgusted him. You liked talking to him; it made your heart flutter.

“Hi, Huskie~” Angel waved at him, giggling coquettishly. Of course, it was just playful, he knew very well you liked him. His goal today was to get them to go out on a date.

“Don’t call me that.” Husk huffed.

“Whatever, my girly and I wanted to get some drinks. Just trynna have a good time here. She says you give good conversation, but in my experience you always reject me, so you better prove her right.” Angel spoke jokingly, sitting on one of the stools. You sat next to him, smiling at Husk and waving at him shyly. 

“Yeah, it’s 'cause she’s alright, unlike you, she ain’t full of shit.” Husk chuckled, shooting a friendly smile at you. You let out a small laugh at his comment.

“You’re lucky I’m here for a drink and not in the mood to argue.” Angel huffed, making himself comfortable. 

“Forgive him, you know how he is.” You chuckled, “Could I get a… uhh… I’m feeling mimosas, how about you Angie?”

“Whatever you’re havin’ toots. I trust ya.” He chuckled, checking his phone. But he was in fact not checking his phone. He was texting you.

You felt your phone buzz and you checked what the notification was for. Upon seeing a text from Angel, you opened it. 

Girl, talk to him. You’re just sitting there.

You sighed, readying yourself to listen to Angel’s suggestion. You looked at the way he was making your cocktail and admired it for a second. You didn't stop zoning out until Angel nudged you. 

“So, I know you’re technically forced to stay here, but do you like bartending? You seem to put a lot of effort into the drinks.” You asked him curiously.

“Guess it’s something I’ve had a knack for. I’d rather not be here, but it’s not as bad as I make it sound like.” He shrugged, giving you your mimosa and beginning to make Angel’s.

“If you weren’t here, where would you be? …Just out of curiosity.” You asked, hoping you weren’t overstepping.

“Hmm…” Husk hummed, pensive.

Angel continued to pretend he was on his phone, texting you in actuality.

You’re doing great, girly! <3

Go get him!

Don’t bombard him with questions tho

You know how he is

You kept his advice in mind, as you waited for Husk’s reply.

“Honestly, gamblin’ somewhere. Old habits die hard. But, as I said, it ain’t that bad being here. The princess’ got a bleeding heart, her girlfriend cares about her, Pentious looks like he’s doing better…  and you look happier than when you first walked in here.” He smiled, placing Angel’s drink before him.

“You think so?” You asked, feeling a slight blush scatter across your face.

“Sure, I mean, you didn’t talk much when ya’ got here. Now look at you.” He chuckled.

Angel, chuckled to himself, “You two should hang out more often. You guys seem like you would be good for each other.” 

“Angie-”

“Look! A new food joint opened up near the center of the Pentagram. We should go, all three of us. Charlie did say we had to fraternize more.” Angel suggested, stopping you from speaking anymore.

Husk huffed as if the idea was funny to him, “Even if I were to say yes, Alastor’s not gonna let me out of his sight.”

“Nuh-uh! I’ll just tell Charlie to talk to him. Come on! You should go with us! If not for me, do it for her!” He pleaded.

“If you can get him off my back, you’ve got yourself a deal.” He answered, cleaning some shot glasses.

“Oh, that’s awesome!” You smiled, squeezing your palms together, receiving a subtle wink from Angel and a nod from Husk.

Angel had followed through and begged and pleaded Charlie to talk to Alastor. Of course, upon hearing that it was to arrange a date between you and Husk, she immediately tried her best to convince Alastor. And due to Charlie’s words, he obliged.

So when the day came around, you were ecstatic but nervous. But Angel was gonna be there with the two of you, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. So you got ready with a cute outfit, prepared to go downstairs to the lobby and wait for Husk to get ready.

Angel said he had some errands to run for Val, so he’d meet the both of you there. Nothing to panic about, right?

You waited patiently, scrolling through your phone. Then you saw him at the top of the stairs. Fur slicked back and bow tie steamed out of any wrinkle. He wore something similar to what he always wore, but somewhat fancier (he already wore mostly formal wear). You felt a bit of red creep onto your cheeks.

“H-hey Husk!” You smiled, waving at him, “Angel said he had some errands to run for his boss, so he’d meet us there.” You informed him. He nodded at you and you got up to walk out of the Hotel with him. 

You two had some conversation on your way to the restaurant, and you were about to call Angel to see if he was on his way when you suddenly got a text from him 

I’ll be a little late, toots

You two pick a table for us 

Love ya <333

You sighed, but shrugged it off. Valentino was overbearing, and he’d been sort of mad at Angel lately and had given him more work. So you didn’t complain.

“Angel said he’s gonna be a bit late. He wants us to pick a table.” You spoke, seeing the restaurant’s sign a few blocks away.

“I figured, he’s busy isn’t he?” Husk responded.

“Yeah, but I don’t blame him. Valentino is kind of an asshole to his workers. Didn’t think he’d have work today, though.” You added, thinking about your friend’s situation.

“Guess when you put it that way, he doesn’t sound as fake as he is. But he’s always gotta hide behind that persona of his. You ought to tell him it’s not gonna get him anywhere.” Husk said, giving his two-sense on the topic.

“I try my best to, but I guess his persona is his escape. I’d rather not take that from him. It’s all he has left of confidence in himself.” You sighed, turning to him, showing him with your expression that you felt the need to look out for Angel.

“You’re a sweet soul, you know? I don’t know what it was you did to end up in this shithole, but I know why Charlie chose you out of the bunch for this redemption thing. You’ve got good in ya’.” He smiled, giving her a sympathetic smile. 

You blushed, turning away in embarrassment, “Oh… you don’t have to say all of that…” 

“I’m not lying, I can read people like a book and yours is very pleasant.” He joked, chuckling at your red face.

You two entered the restaurant, and come to find, it was not only a restaurant but a Jazz club. Husk found a table for the both of you. And right when you were about to suggest waiting for Angel to order, you got another text.

Hiii girly!! 

Val’s being an ass today :/

You guys can order without me!

Great… “Hey… I don’t think Angel’s gonna make it... He just texted me telling me we should order without him.” 

“I see… well, guess we’ll get this date started. Since he’s not joinin’ us.” He spoke.

You paused, a bit taken aback by his choice of words. “D-date?” You stuttered in surprise.

“Well, haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Three’s a hangout, minus two’s a date?’ Or am I just that old?” He chuckled.

“No no! I just… I was a bit surprised, that’s all.” You chuckled softly, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Either way, I wouldn’t mind a date with ya. You’re not half bad.” Husk admitted with a soft smile.

You thanked him after which the waitress came by to take your order. Your small hangout, now updated to date status, was going great! So much so, that when the Jazz band present began to play, you debated if you should ask him to dance. He seemed like he liked Jazz, but you didn’t want to assume. So you simply continued eating and chatting with him, but your wish would be granted anyway

“You know how to dance Jazz?” He asked you after wiping his mouth with his napkin. 

“As much as the next girl, yeah.” You chuckled. You didn’t know much, but you had rhythm and that was a start.

“They used to have a jazz band at the casino I gambled at back in the 40s, back when I was young and alive and all that. Oh, I used to down bottles and dance all night. I can’t do that now, but I still know how to dance.” Husk added, reminiscing on the fast life that had landed him here. He’d had fun, that was something he was sure of.

“That sounds like it was fun…” You smiled softly.

“You wanna dance? I could teach ya’ a move or two.” He offered, extending his hand for you to take it.

You nodded, giving him your hand, letting him lead you to the dancefloor. He held you, moving you to the sound of the smooth Jazz. Spinning you gently and swaying with you. It all felt like a dream. The dim lights and the gentle strums of the acoustic bass resounding in sync with your heart. Until eventually, after enough dancing, he brought you in for a kiss. A kiss just as deep and smooth as his voice. The slight taste of liquor on his lips and the smell of the herbs on the food he’d eaten, enchanted you.

He parted the kiss and continued to sway you around. The two of you danced the night away, arriving at the hotel very very late. You had like 50 unread messages and 4 missed calls from Angel, but you didn’t care. And the second Angel saw you walk in through the main entrance with your arm around Husk’s forearm, he couldn’t even be mad! His job had been done.

[that-green-haired-swordsman]

I really don’t know why I had this specific headcanon. Maybe bc I was rereading the relationship between Sanji and his family. Plus on reddit I’ve seen an old post with someone saying „Apparently Oda said that if Sanji should die, Zoro would pick up his smoking habit to remember him“, dunno if this is true but now I’m imagining Zoro and Sanji sharing a cigarette. This story is canon-divergent and it’s also been quite some time since I read the WCI arc and my memory is shit, so bear with me. Also Zoro and Sanji are most likely slightly ooc lol. Anyway, this happened in my brain...

Sanji knows it was a bad idea to go after his so-called family on his own, but he’d rather die while trying to stop them than seeing his friends get in danger. He can’t stand the presence of the man who fathered him, his stench makes him sick to his stomach. Judge has told him all kinds of fairytales about his future power and influence in the world, once Sanji got married to that daughter of Big Mom, and Sanji wishes he could settle things with his family once and for all, but he knows the time isn’t the best, so all he can do for now is listen to his father’s ridiculous fantasies and hope that his friends would be alright.

Of course, Judge tried to ask Sanji about his connection to the Strawhat pirates, which Sanji tried to dodge and give the least possible information about, stating he was only the ship’s chef and nothing else, and his father eyed him suspiciously. „We’ll see about that“, he said and left it at that for the moment, but not without gifting his son with an icy smile that let chills run down over Sanji’s spine.

The door to the throne room opens and Sanji watches his older brothers Ichiji and Niji drag a figure along with them.

„Look at the rat we’ve got here“, Ichiji announces proudly, throwing the man on the floor like a shopping bag. Sanji gulps. Those clothes, short green hair, arms tied behind his back. Goddammit, how could that happen?

„He fell off a tiny ship or whatever that was when we attacked it. These idiots were dumb enough to think they could cross our territorial waters without our permission. Thought he’d look familiar.“

„Does he?“ Judge asks, and Niji grabs the man by the scalp and lifts his head up. A soft sound, metal jingling against metal, from his left ear that was covered in blood, so was his temple, and of course – Sanji already knew who he was when the men entered the room. A figure impossible to mistake for someone else, once you met him, eyeing his opponents with a dark glare like an angered tiger in a cage.

Niji approaches Sanji and Judge with a stack of papers in his hand, briefly says „this one“ and hands the paper on top to his dad. Sanji stares in disbelief at the face that stares at his father’s, full of hatred.

„Ah, Roronoa Zoro“, Judge loudly announces. „The Pirate Hunter. Quite a bounty. I guess you know this guy?“ Judge nugdes Sanji with a grin, but the only response he gets is a frown that’s reserved for Zoro. How could you let yourself get captured?

„What are you doing here?“ Sanji asks his comrade without any emotions in his voice, although there are many of them he feels. The timing of this couldn’t be any worse, Sanji thinks darkly. Shitty marimo is gonna ruin everything. An eerie thought crawls into Sanji’s mind, but he manages to pause it for the moment.

„Guess I could ask you the same thing“, Zoro gives back, husky voice, almost growling, with a suggestive undertone Sanji doesn’t like at all. Zoro is mad. But not solemnly at the Vinsmoke family - first and foremost at Sanji. „Quite a mess you put me in, you dumb cook.“

Sanji bites back the remark that lingers on his tongue, while Judge openly laughs.

„Seems like you boys have something to discuss. I’m afraid there won’t be time for that. But I have quite a few things to talk about with you.“ Judge slowly walks towards Zoro who’s still forced to kneel on the ground.

„Do you?“, Zoro replies, sly grin on his face. „Why would I waste my time talking to a bastard like you?“

„Guess we have to introduce ourselves, father“, Ichiji says, and swings his leg to kick Zoro in the face and the swordsman‘s head jerks to the side and he roars in pain. Sanji flinches and is about to lunge forward to attack Ichiji, but Niji holds him firmly in place. Zoro grunts, blood runs from his nose, and he stares at Ichiji, his brows sunken dangerously low.

„You’re gonna pay for this“, Zoro growls with a deep voice, „for that hit and also for taking away my swords earlier. You don’t seem to know who’s in front of you either….!“

Ichiji grins disdainfully. „You are scum. You’re not worth the ground I’m walking on. You made the mistake of challenging the Vinsmoke family. You might have earned yourself a reputation, but it’s not even close to ours. And you will learn about our power.“

Zoro scans Ichiji’s face, then knits his brows, then looks over to Judge and lastly to Sanji. He grins. And then, he laughs.

„You’re the stupidest looking idiots I’ve ever come across, I don’t know how to take you seriously“, Zoro chuckles, and Sanji shakes his head, both as to acknowledge Zoro’s idiocy and as a warning sign he hopes Zoro sees, in order to tell him to keep his damn big mouth shut.

„You’re not afraid of anything, aren’t you?“, Judge asks Zoro quietly as he crouches down in front of him, and Zoro recovers from his laughing fit and looks directly into Judge’s eyes.

„No.“

„That’s your first mistake“, Judge says, „but based on my work experience I can tell that the inability to detect danger usually is one result of a general lack of intelligence, and you really don’t appear to be smart. Just loud and boisterous.“ Judge watches Zoro from the corner of his eyes, and it’s a bait Zoro all too easily swallows.

„Oh yeah? You guys really think you’re a match for me? And you claim to be the smart one between the two of us.“ Zoro ends with another arrogant, lopsided grin, one of his many trademarks, and Sanji exhales audibly, shaking his head because he damn well knows where this is gonna lead to. He knows that crazy bastard in front of his father inside and out, but the same applies to his father, and he witnesses two men who won’t back down and bow down to anyone standing face-to-face, and that strange feeling he can’t quite grasp crawls back into his head, and Sanji feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He’s gonna ruin everything.

Judge eyes him with a cold stare. „You’re gonna tell me everything I want to know about your crew. Where they are, why you are here, everything.“

„What if I don’t?“

Judge looks into Zoro’s face for a moment longer before he stands up again, and he doesn’t move a single muscle in his face as he kicks Zoro in the stomach, enhancing the boot of his raid suit with electricity, and Zoro screams, and Sanji forces himself to watch his comrade go through the agony his own father put him in. Zoro doubles over, groans repeatedly, and Sanji’s whole body shakes and trembles. Niji eyes him suspiciously, and Sanji reminds himself that he has to keep his composure - he told Judge that he doesn’t care about the Straw Hats, none of them.

Zoro coughs as Judge watches him, addressing him one last time with a cold, vicious voice that freezes the blood in Sanji’s veins.

„I’ll put you through hell.“

Zoro remains silent for once, but his dark, if not murderous expression tells Sanji what’s on the swordman’s mind.

Judge crosses his arms behind his back. „Your decision. You can be a traitor and live, or you can be a moron and die.“ He turns around now and locks eyes with Sanji as he walks back to him and Niji. Sanji returns his gaze, and he doesn’t hide the hatred and abhorrence in his eyes.

Just as Zoro inhales and opens his mouth for a retort, Sanji beats him to it. „You’re right, father“, he says loudly, and Judge comes to a halt right in front of him. „He is a stupid idiot. He’s proven to be an idiot time and time again. Never uses his brain, always excited to get in a fight. The only things he cares about are his swords and booze. You can’t expect much from a guy like that.“ Judge eyes Sanji closely, but Sanji holds his gaze. „He’s as illiterate and crude as you expect him to be. We never got along with each other from the day we’ve met. And I don’t intend to change that. He’s the dumb musclehead he looks like. He doesn’t know jack shit. So whatever it is you expect him to know, you can be sure he doesn’t have a clue about it. He’s useless.“

Sanji’s putting much at stake, he knows it. But he’s not gonna let Zoro grant preference to destroy his father, if the odds turned out to be in Zoro’s favor, absolutely fucking not… however, and Sanji’s sure of it, Zoro would be no match to Judge. Not only because Zoro lacks some vital information about the Vinsmokes in general, but also…

The blonde cook feels his heart beating in his chest, and he hopes he actually didn’t manoeuvre himself into a corner like he suspects he did.

If Vinsmoke Judge wasn’t such a large and impressive figure, Sanji would have been able to see Zoro steaming now, but Judge blocks his view on the swordsman. But he can very well hear Zoro yell „You son of a bitch!“, for which he earns a punch from Ichiji. Sanji tries to be calm and collected, and to emphasise his demeanor, he pulls out a cigarette and his lighter and starts to smoke. Niji lets go off him, and Sanji tries to calm down his shaking hands.

„Well, that brings me in some kind of inconvenience“, Judge muses. „I was hoping that my sons would bring me some big enough fish who could enlighten me, but you say otherwise. I guess I have to change my plans then.“ Judge turns around again, and Sanji exhales the breath he’s been holding.

His father walks over to Zoro again.

Fear. That’s what it is. Not uneasiness, not insecurity, not that anxious feeling you experience when you know something bad is likely going to happen. It’s fear. It’s a primal instinct, and Sanji grew to learn it, grew up with living with it, a long time ago.

Judge suddenly speaks up, and he startles Sanji.

„Pardon me, son, but I’m right to assume that, if you despise this man as much as you claim to, you don’t mind if we‘re going to torture him a little bit – just for the hell of it?“ Judge flashes Sanji a vicious grin, one of those that causes the chef’s blood to boil in his veins. „And it’s your decision if you tell me what I want to know instead, and then we’ll stop, or you just leave this roach to his demise and join us, we’re going to destroy the Strawhat pirates anyway. But be informed that, should you comply and sing, in order to stop the torturing, I’ll just count this as another sign of your weakness, as another proof that you’re a failure and an miserable excuse of a man. Because a real man doesn’t care about those who stand in his way, and a real man doesn’t back down. In some way-„ Judge grabs Zoro’s head now and forces him to look into the tyrants‘ face „-it’s a shame that we’re going to kill you piece by piece. A fierce brute like you would’ve fit in my army just fine. But, like I said, you’re not nearly smart enough for that.“

„You’re gonna regret the day we’ve met“, Zoro growls, before Judge gives him a hard push that shoves Zoro over the floor and Sanji watches Ichji and Niji taking a hold of Zoro again, dragging him out of the room while his crewmate throws insult after insult at them.

Sanji feels nauseous. Everything would have been under control, if Zoro wouldn’t have lost against his brothers. A knot forms in his stomach as he thinks about the rest of the crew, the ones who were travelling with Zoro and whose fate he doesn’t know about, as well as the others who stayed on Tottoland Island with Luffy. Sanji damn well knows how much his older brothers love to torture people who they think little of, and parts of his own childhood force their way back into his mind, and he smokes his cigarette quicker. His father’s laughter echoes in his head, a sound he hasn’t heard in such a long time, but which still feels horribly familiar.

Zoro‘s going to tell him a thing or two, once they’ve been able to escape the place, that’s for sure. Sanji feels that crippling fear again, that imminent sense of danger, as he thinks about the swordsman, the image of him after they’ve met Bartholomew Kuma on the Thriller Bark creeps back into his mind, how Zoro was standing there in his own blood only being alive by sheer willpower. Sanji wondered how Zoro was even standing on his own feet, and he wondered what it would take for him to collapse. He survived shit he should have died on for so many times. He is throws himself into life-threatening, suicidal situations without so much as batting an eye, reckless, careless, senseless, batshit crazy. The cook wipes a strand of his blonde hair out of his face, wondering if he’s gonna be present on the day when Zoro will finally meet his maker. But today’s not the day, and the place is not the place, and Vinsmoke Judge won’t be the last man in whose face Zoro would look and smile before he goes down.

„This is a waste of time“, Sanji murmurs, taking another drag from his cigarette. „I can’t believe y’all are dumb enough to fall for that moron‘s mockery. Guess you’re even dumber than him.“ Judge turns around to look at him. „It’s true“, Sanji shrugs. „That dumbass always wants to get in a fight. Whatever he gains from it, I don’t even wanna know. Shit probably turns him on or something.“ Judge chuckles while Sanji puts out the cigarette he’s been smoking down to its butt.

„You’re too soft“, Judge remarks with a voice that reminds Sanji of a meat grinder. „You don’t stand behind what you’re saying. You’re weak and pathetic and you obviously think I’m dumb. You didn’t really think I’d let go of that jerk because of your little act, did you?“ Judge bends down to get closer to his son’s face, and the latter presses his lips together in anger. „I know he won’t say anything“, Judge continues. „And you know that I just love to see him suffer. I want to see if you suffer then as well. Let’s say, seven days.“

„What?“

„Seven days. I’ll keep him tied up and torture him for seven days without food and water. If he survives and you don’t do anything to free him and really remain unimpressed by his treatment, I shall set him free. Not you, of course. You will have to stay here and marry Charlotte Pudding.“ Judge cups his hands behind his back and saunters in a circle around Sanji. „You get to see him once a day. And you will tell him to sing. You will tell him that if he gives us information, his suffering will end. If he refuses, he’ll have to wait until those seven days are over to be executed. Not that he’s going to make it that far.“

„But you said that you want me to-„

„Boy, boy, boy.“ Judge shakes his head slowly. „I can torture this guy all day long if I want. But you? You have to stay all pretty of course for the wedding! I’m curious, I have to say, what he thinks of you. He’s going to think you’re a traitor, and that you will talk, right? If he doesn’t think you’re rat already, for crawling back to your father on your knees.“

Sanji’s body shakes on its own account again, he’s fueled with rage. He wishes he could end his father’s life right here and now, and he seriously contemplates doing it. If that shitty marimo wouldn’t be held captive in the catacombs, he wouldn’t hesitate. But as things are now, it’s too risky. He needs more time. He needs a plan. As if he already hadn’t enough shit on his hands.

„I don’t think it’ll work, but I try“, Sanji says then. „But do I have your word that you’ll set him free when he talks?“

„Of course“, Judge grins, and he doesn’t even try to hide that he’s lying.

~~~

Sanji waits until Ichiji and Niji return from the catacombs. He grinds his teeth upon seeing their gloves and boots bloodied, upon them laughing and shouting, bragging about what they did.

„Did he say anything?“ Judge wants to know.

„Nah“, Niji replies. „Aside from a few insults and threats here and there. Took my right hook like a champ, though.“ He laughs. Sanji wants to rip his stupid laugh right off his fucking face.

„Give us two more days, three at most. He’ll beg uns on his knees to spare his life. If he’ll have remaining knee caps to kneel down on then, that is.“ Sanji hears the men roar with laughter, and he grinds his teeth harder to remind himself to stay in place, play along, and not to run downstairs immediately. He knows he’s still alive, and they want to have something to do for the remaining days. However, it gets harder to ignore the growing knot in his stomach and the dryness in his throat and the boiling blood in his veins. He waits for the brothers to calm down and find something else they can keep themselves occupied with, and then, with a growing sense of dread, he descends the stairs.

~~~

The hallway is dark and cold and humid. A few torches here and there prevent Sanji from wandering around in complete darkness. He walks until he sees a silhouette in one of the cells, sitting at the bars.

„Mosshead“, he greets the figure. „How stupid of you to let yourself get captured.“

Sanji sits down at the bars as well.

„You traveled into that bastard's territory alone and you have the audacity to call me stupid?“, the silhouette rasps, followed by a wheezy, weak laugh.

Sanji exhales. He’s not able to see Zoro properly due to how dark it is. „They roughed you up quite a bit, haven‘t they?“, he asks the swordsman.

A bit of silence, then: „Shut up. It’s nothing.“

Sanji reaches into the pocket of his vest to get his cigarettes. He uses the lighter and in the glim of light, he sees Zoro’s face: the swelling above his remaining eye, the bruises, the dried blood under his nose, how he sits there cross-legged in front of him, arms on his knees, back hunched. Sanji knows he’s worse than he claims to be. Yet, he says nothing, swallows the sudden feeling of anger, closes his eyes and lights the cigarette. When he closes the lid of his lighter, Zoro disappears into the shadows again.

Sanji takes a drag and inhales deeply. He needs a clear mind, for the both of them.

„Care to share with me?“

Zoro’s question startles Sanji a bit. He opens his eyes and tries to perceive Zoro’s face. After his eyesight adjusts to the darkness, he recognises Zoro staring at him.

„You mean… this?“ Sanji holds the cigarette higher and when he doesn’t get an answer, hesitatingly brings his hand closer to Zoro between two of the prison cell bars. He feels Zoro’s fingertips brush against his own as the sturdily built man takes the cigarette from Sanji’s lean fingers. Sanji watches in curiosity how Zoro brings the butt of the cigarette to his lips and takes a drag, and he fails to suppress the cough that fights its way up his throat. Sanji snickers.

„Damn it. That was embarrassing. I’m not used to this anymore“, Zoro croaks, his deep voice sounding even more husky than usual.

„You used to smoke?“ Sanji asks incredulously.

„Back then when I was growing up. Thought I’d be cool, but I actually hated it.“

Sanji was surprised to hear himself laughing softly with a hint of affection. Zoro hands the cigarette back to him.

„Turns out my old sensei hated it too, when he caught us one day.“

„Bushido is all about discipline, isn’t it? Did he kick you out?“

„Me? Nah.“

Sanji takes another drag and shakes his head slightly at how offended Zoro just sounded. That arrogant sack of shit. There’s no chance he’ll ever meet a man more full of himself than Roronoa Zoro, he thought.

„Typical Scorpio right there, aren’t we?“ Sanji mumbles.

„You believe in that bullshit?“

„So far much of it has proven to be true.“

Zoro snorts. „Whatever, curly brows.“

Sanji fumbles with the cigarette a bit before he reaches it back to Zoro. „Quite a welcome my family provided to you“, Sanji says while doing so. „They’re pretty shitty hosts. They should’ve lived on the Baratie. Zeff would’ve taught them some manners.“

Sanji looks down on the floor, ashamed, angry. He sees the cigarette glimmer from the corner of his eyes and hears Zoro exhale a moment later, a wave of smoke washing over his face.

„So what’s your plan, cook? You’re gonna let me rot here and marry your dumb little princess?“, Zoro asks with a crooked grin.

Sanji puffs. „Oh no no, that shit’s not working on me. You can stop being a provocative asshole. I’m gonna tell you everything you want to know.“

„I don’t give two shits about your family or that girl“, Zoro rumbles. „If you think you can earn my sympathy with a sob story of your upbringing, you should know me better.“

„I don’t want your sympathy“, Sanji snarls. „I just want this to be over with and help you escape, if not for you, then for the sake of the others.“

„And what is it you‘re going to do? With them?“

„They laid hands on one of my nakama, they gonna pay for this.“

Zoro sneers. „We’ll see about that. I don’t think you’d stand a chance. Those armours they wear seem to give them great power. They were holding back.“ Zoro takes another drag and Sanji tries to scan Zoro’s body for any more damage.

„What did they do to you?“ he asks then as he fails to see anything.

„Doesn’t matter“, Zoro simply replies as he gives back the cigarette.

„To me, it does. These absolute shitheads are my brothers. They‘ll reap what they sowed.“

„Revenge is a fool’s game“, Zoro calmly states. „If you get invested in revenge, you’re gonna lose your focus.“

„Yeah, I’m sorry I’m not a cold, unemotional bastard like you.“

Zoro watches Sanji taking another drag, but remains silent, and his blank expression makes Sanji indescribably angry.

„What the hell is going on with you?!“, he shouts. „You just sit there and don’t talk back to me. You just sit there and practically wait for them to come back and beat the living shit outta you! How‘s that supposed to help anyone?! You wanna die a hero? Go ahead then, just do it! I don’t even give a fuck! I can just go back upstairs then and tell them to rip you apart, if that’s what you want! You’re begging for it! I came here to see if you’re alright and to make plans how to get you outta here, but if that’s not what you’re interested in, I might as well not give a fuck about you then either!“ Sanji angrily takes another drag and waits impatiently until the nicotine kicks in.

„You’re so fucking stupid“, Zoro blares, and Sanji feels the sudden urge to punch him and under other circumstances, he would. With his fist, and that means something.

„I don’t think so“, Sanji growls through gritted teeth.

„You are. And also, you talk too much.“ Zoro reaches through the bars to snatch the cigarette from Sanji’s fingers. Sanji lets him do it, Zoro looks away and Sanji feels another emotion washing over him suddenly. He gulps, feeling the after-effects of what he just yelled into Zoro’s face, and maybe for the first time ever, asks himself if they still have to be this way, after every thing. He realises that Ichiji, Niji and Yonji aren’t the ones he should call his brothers.

Maybe, one day….

Sanji fumbles with the buttons of his sleeves. He needs to stop that spiral of violence before it’s too late, no matter for whom.

„I’m going to beg him to stop. I can’t just sit here and watch you getting hurt“, Sanji then says. „I’ll tell him what he wants to know.“

Zoro’s head snaps around to look at Sanji. „If you’re gonna do that, I’ll kick your ass the minute i get the chance to do it. You won’t say a single thing. We’re not going to put the others in danger.“

„They’re going to seriously hurt you. You don’t know my bro… these guys.“

Zoro doesn‘t miss the pained expression that slips through Sanji’s masquerade for a short moment.

He shrugs. „I don’t care. I can take it.“ He ponders for a moment to tell Sanji about what happened at Thriller Bark, but decides against it. „The longer I’m here, the longer I’ll drag the attention off the others who are still on the boat. These idiots won’t go after them as long as they got me to play with. If it helps to grant them enough time to reach Wano - fine by me. You worry about your own business. I can take care of myself just fine.“

Zoro takes a long pull before he returns the cigarette that’s almost finished. „Here. You can have the rest.“

Sanji shakes his head, thinking about Zoro willingly act as a distraction. „That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.“, he then says, accepting the cigarette. He watches it, rather than looking at his nakama, who always had a unique way of showing that he cares.

And so, Zoro smiles, almost genuinely this time. „Hey, if the both of us would be going to beat their asses, that would be unfair.“

That took Sanji by surprise, but he recovers quickly and agrees. „We’d stomp them into the ground, big time“, he laughs, until he notices that he let his guard down and he stares at Zoro to check if he noticed as well. Sanji can’t tell. He’s caught off guard by the intense gaze of his crewmate that comes along with a mismatching neutral expression which most likely actually carries more emotions than Zoro lets on. It’s his gaze, the way he looks at Sanji, for a moment. They usually don’t get the time to talk to each other like that, and if they do, they rather spend it on physical fights, bickering and hurling insults at each other. But there it is again, that inner voice inside of Sanji telling him that maybe it’s time to move on from their immature act. Maybe not ultimately, but on occasion. At this moment, he doesn’t feel like bickering. He feels the need to avenge his comrade, not because he was hurt, he apparently doesn’t even care – but because his so-called brothers and father laid their hands on him. Sanji suppresses the range of emotions, the absurd moments of his past, the multiple flashbacks that threaten their way back into his mind, memories he thought he’d forgotten about years ago, but he knows he’s been lying to himself all the time. There is no way he could ever forget what they have done to him, he can only continue to live in the best way possible. Their abusive behaviour damaged him permanently and he thought he knew how to avoid the triggers. Then, he watches Zoro, the prime example of an alpha male, and he wonders.

„You know, I really hated you, when he first met. And for quite a while after that“, Sanji confesses. „And now, I finally know why. Thing is, some people change and some don’t.“

„I have absolutely no idea what the fuck you’re talking about“, a confused Zoro gives back.

Sanji smiles to himself, kills the cigarette and stands up, wiping the dust off his pants.

„Do me a favor and refrain from dying, I can imagine they’d force me to clean up the mess and I really don’t wanna get rid of your stinking corpse.“ Sanji shoves his hands into his pockets, turns around and starts leaving.

„Oi, cook.“

Sanji stops, but doesn’t turn around.

„These guys. They hurt you back then, didn’t they.“

A ruthless, cold bastard, but not as cold and unemotional as he told him he was.

And the only thing Zoro hears from Sanji is the sound of his shoes on the ground, getting quieter with each step, and the swordsman lays down, with his hands behind his head, wondering if he could take the time for a little bit of revenge after all.

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CorpseHusband x FemReader

Warnings: cussing

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You make sure you’re set up before 6 PM, which was probably a mistake. You can’t sit still, you’re starting to get nervous, and you kind of just want to run away to McDonald’s.

Sure, you know Ludwig, Dream, and Rae, but it feels like you’re at school all over again. That anxious feeling of having to be with people while your best friends aren’t around.

You’re leg is bouncing, your nails are tapping on your desk, and you can’t stop running your hand through your hair. It probably looks like a fucking bird nest by now.

You start streaming, deciding that maybe talking to your supporters will make things a bit better.

“Hey, loves,” You greet in a not so Y/N-fashioned way. Of course, the chat catches on, and you’re being called out for it. You can’t help but giggle at the fact that your supporters know how you usually are.

@user: What happened to, “Hey, bitches!”

@user: Ou, someone is nervous.

Yeah, they obviously know you very well.

“Alright, let’s start over.” You clear your throat for dramatic effect because, well, when are you not dramatic? “Hey, bitches!” Yup, even you know that just feels right.

After a while of talking to your supporters, Rae sends you the Discord invite and the Among Us code. You join, feeling your nerves start to come back.

“Y/N!” Rae exclaims in excitement when she sees you’ve joined the Among Us lobby.

“Hi,” You say, shyness lacing your voice.

“Oh my God! The cutest voice.” Jack says. Wow, what a compliment coming from the Jack_Septic_Eye.

You take time to introduce yourself to everyone, trying to calm your nerves.

“Are we gonna start?” Ludwig’s impatient ass asks.

“We’re waiting for Corpse.” Rae explains.

Shit, another person you have to introduce yourself to?

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets quickly, very obviously racing to be the first to say hi to Corpse.

“Hey, Sykkuno,” Corpse chuckles, and woah, the last thing you expected. You can’t help but be surprised, and you know it’s showing on your face. Why? Because your supporters are teasing you in the chat.

“Corpse,” Rae says in a sing-songy tone. “This is Y/N.” And your heart drops to your fucking stomach. Every single time it happens when you have to meet someone, but now your heart is beating even faster because you’re obviously the only one who hasn’t met Corpse. They’re all expecting a reaction out of you...

“Hey, Y/N.” His deep, husky voice says. You can hear the smile in his voice and it helps ease your nerves.

“Hi,” You greet, shyness still lacing your voice.

Corpse chuckles, “So cute.” Now you’re blushing. Great...

Rae starts the game, saving you before the others can start teasing you.

Crewmate.

You’ve only played Among Us once, in a public server with Dream, George, Karl, and Alex, and then you got bullied for not knowing what the fuck to do.

To say the least, you’re pretty glad to be Crewmate and not Impostor.

“Y/N!” Jack shouts, walking up to you. You slightly jump, forgetting they’re playing with Proximity Chat.

“Jack!” You shout back, letting his astronaut catch up to you.

“We were expecting a reaction.” He says, and of course they were.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t know. I feel like he hears it a lot, don’t want to add on to the list of Things People Say To Him Everyday.”

“Yeah, he’s probably very grateful for that.”

“Grateful for what?” Charlie walks up to you two.

“Nothing,” Jack drawls. You’ve just met Charlie, but you know that he’d tease both you and Corpse about one another’s voices.

“Oh, I know!” Charlie exclaims, but before he can say what he knows-

“Okayyy! That’s enough interaction with Charlie for today.” Jack says, and you take that as a, ‘Walk the fuck away now, Y/N!’

You walk around, trying your best to finish tasks, but when it comes to the card swipe in Admin, you want to quit life as a whole.

“Ugh, I fucking quit.” You groan, slamming your hands on your desk. A deep, rumbling chuckle comes through on your headphones.

“Having trouble?” Corpse teases.

“Yeah. I wanna rip every strand of my fucking hair out.”

“Swipe it slower.” And with that, you try again. Voila! Just like magic.

“Well if I would’ve fucking known.” You groan, Corpse chuckling.

“Here, I can help you with the game.”

“Yes, please, I don’t know shit about it.”

“You know, you cuss a lot for having such a sweet, innocent, and cute voice.” Corpse laughs.

“Yeah,” You drawl. “I know, bad fucking habit.” You slap your hand over your mouth. How does someone cuss in every sentence? Get a filter, damn.

Corpse walks around with you as you both finish tasks, explaining how the game works, and giving you tips for when you do end up being an Impostor.

Honestly, you could listen to his voice all day. He’s also really sweet.

“What are you two up to?” Brooke asks, doing tasks in Electrical with you two. Corpse told you to make sure you’re always aware of your surroundings when you’re in Electrical. So, naturally, you’re freaking out, but silently and internally.

“Brooke,” Corpse warns. He doesn’t even have time to finish his warning. Brooke kills him, his body flopping over, the one bone sticking out from the top of his body. Your mouth falls open.

“Hey, Y/N. Let’s be besties!” You don’t know what to do, but ay, #girlsupportinggirls, right? So, you walk with her. She helps you along the way, also telling you tips on the game, explaining how everything works. Then, after about a minute, a whole 60 seconds, Corpse’s body is reported.

“Why Corpse? Such an innocent man with a beautiful voice.” Lud fake cries.

“Get over it,” Brooke says.

“It’s Brooke! Brooke’s an Impostor!” Lud shouts.

“What? No! I was with Y/N for a lot of this round.” Brooke defends herself, and oh fuck, who the fuck do you defend? You’ve just met both of them, one of them will possibly hate you forever.

“Y/N?” Sykkuno grabs your attention, snapping you out of your thinking.

“Yeah, she was. She wouldn’t have had time to kill Corpse. Where was the body?” Well, there you go, potentially ruining yours and Corpse’s blooming friendship. Sad Girl Hour, type beat.

“In Electrical,” Charlie says.

“Yeah, no way she would’ve had to time to kill him.”

Nobody’s voted out. Brooke hasn’t even told you who the second Impostor is so, you don’t know if you should stay with her or not.

As you and Brooke are walking around, or skipping as she sees it, and holding hands, Dream pops out of a vent. Well, there’s Imposter two.

“Woah! Dream, way to out yourself out.” You tease, throwing your head back and laughing.

“Please, you’ve been with Brooke the whole time. Don’t say anything.” Dream begs, making you and Brooke giggle.

“I won’t, I won’t.”

“Thank you,” He starts walking away from you guys, but not without finishing his sentence that you thought was already finished. “Cutie.” And there, finished.

Fucking finished! Tweedle-dee, tweedle dum! Whoopty-fucking-do! Fan-fucking-tastic! A-fucking-mazing!

And of course you’re blushing for the whole 80,000+ people watching to tease you about.

“Oh my God!” Brooke squeals. “What was that?!”

“I’ll explain later,”

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“Y/N, how could you?” Corpse says, offended.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do.”

“She’s my enemy, Y/N. We were supposed to stick together. I told you some tips and tricks, explained how to be a badass Impostor, everything!” Wow, he’s a good fucking actor.

“I can very well do the same thing, bitch.” Brooke spits, all in a playful manner - you hope...

“Not better than me, bitch.” Corpse retorts, his astronaut getting closer.

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Imposter.

With Corpse.

Great.

Your enemy. Or as he put it, “Enemy who he can maybe, and most likely, will become friends with in the near future.”

“Follow,” He says, and even though he’s your enemy, you do.

“I gotta do my own thing.”

“You don’t know how to do shit.” Corpse scoffs.

“Okay then, what the fuck are we gonna do?”

“Double kills, all the way, but only when we meet up with each other. So, right now, we’ll both go our own ways, but when we see each other again, we’ll walk to a pair and do a double kill if we can.” Corpse explains.

“Brooke told me not to do double kills often. It won’t help get through a game.”

Corpse snorts, “Brooke doesn’t know dog shit about this game.”

“Fine,” You groan, going along with it only because you don’t know dog shit about the game either.

As Corpse explained, you two do double kills every time you meet up. You two managed to get double kills where people rarely go - Shields, Comms, and the top of Cafeteria.

After killing Rae and Sykkuno, the game ends. You made sure to leave Brooke and Dream alive.

“Period, we did that!” You exclaim, everyone else groaning and complaining about how you two should never be an Impostor duo again. “But I still fucking hate you because you hate me!”

“Exactly!” Corpse retorts in the same tone as you.

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To Lure a Bird

arthur morgan x reader

summary: The Van der Linde Gang plans to rob a train, too bad you hit it first. You, being the reasonable person you are, coerce rough-looking men to run a job with you in exchange for the stolen money, and everyone gets more than they bargained for.

chapter: 1/10

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Chapter One - A Mutual Enemy

On the evening you first heard of the Van der Linde Gang’s presence in Valentine, you stood at the bar of Smithfield's Saloon disguised in men’s clothing. Not a typical Friday for you, as you tried not to make it a habit of sticking around places where reckless men became more reckless the further they disappeared into their cups. But years ago you’d helped the bartender, a giant man named Ernest, drum up enough money to pay off his debtors, and he held you in the highest of regards ever since. It was the only place you could drink without being disturbed. Ernest made sure of that.

“What’ll it be, the usual?” he winked at you, his large hands already reaching toward the whiskey.

You smiled and nodded.

“I have information you might want to hear,” he continued, pouring the liquor into a glass and sliding it towards you. You caught it easily.

“Oh?”

“There was a young lady here last night. Overheard her talkin’ to some fancy pants New Yorker who kept braggin’ ‘bout the luxury train he’ll be taking back to the North. She seemed awfully intrigued,” Ernest said. “And get this, it weren’t the only instance I’d seen her, neither. Few days ago she’d been traipsin’ around the outskirts of Valentine with a bunch of scary lookin’ out-of-towners.”

“Figure they’re planning on robbing the train?”

Ernest shrugged. “It’s easy pickin’. You know how naïve high society can be.”

Maybe easy enough for a one-person job, if done quickly and with care. You’d only robbed a train once with two people you used to run with. You didn’t run with them anymore. It hurt you to think of it.

You held up your glass for a refill and leaned forward, brimming with interest. “Tell me more about this train.”

—

The train tracks rattled underneath Arthur’s feet.

“Get movin’,” he said to Sean, pointing towards the trees hidden in the darkness. Arthur climbed atop the wagon they’d rode in on and placed in the middle of the tracks, which bore five hundred gallons of oil. He widened his stance for balance and pulled a bandana over his mouth and nose. “Here she comes.”

Arthur squinted against the blinding brightness of the incoming headlight, cocking his rifle as it approached. The train’s horn bellowed into the night.

It saw him. Good.

It came to a hissing and screeching halt. A uniformed man stormed out from the front cab. “What's goin' on here? What's—aw hell,” the engineer wailed, kicking the dirt underneath his feet. “Not again! Gettin’ real tired of this shit.” Behind him, a shadow of blurred movement. Charles, ready to strike him unconscious.

Arthur jumped off the wagon. “Hold it!” he yelled to Charles, who paused his assault and instead restrained the man with a pistol aimed at his head. “What d’you mean, ‘Not again?’”

“If y’all are trying to rob us, we’ve already been hit,” he wheezed.

“You’re bluffin’.”

“You and your boys are more than welcome to board and check. Reckon it’s a waste of time though.”

Arthur swore. “Let him go, Mr. S.”

Charles let go. The engineer stumbled forward, sputtering and coughing. In between heavy breaths he said, “Happened near the Heartlands. Strange feller in a mask robbed us blind and then pointed a shotgun at me, gruntin’ at me to start the engine or he’ll call for his gang to kill everyone on board.”

“Why in God’s name would he do that?” Arthur said.

“Beats me. But now that I think of it, he was probably expecting y’all. Here, he gave me this—” he moved to reach into his coat pocket, but ceased upon the chorus of rifles cocking. Sean and John had appeared to find what the holdup was.

“Don’t move a goddamn muscle,” Arthur growled. “Mr. S., if you could kindly grab whatever’s in that fool’s pocket.”

Charles complied, plucking out a wad of paper. He handed it to Sean, who read aloud:

Don’t want the loot, only your attention.

Have your lady informant go back to the saloon and talk to the bartender.

He’ll tell you where to find me.

Cause any trouble and you won’t see a cent.

Sean laughed bitterly, waving the note in the air. “Got us good, didn't he?”

“Give me that, you idiot.” Arthur snatched the note and tilted the lettering towards the train's headlight. “Goddamn it—”

A bullet whizzed by Arthur’s head. The engineer dove to the ground for safety.

“Get on your horses!” Arthur yelled to the gang and whistled. Once in the saddle, he spurred the horse on and rode hard into the trees, past the storm of bullets, and evaded capture.

He was the last to arrive back at camp, after making sure he hadn’t been followed. He passed Dutch’s closed tent and found Sean blackout drunk near the fire. John sat close by, clearly on the same trajectory as the Irishman, with the amount of empty beer bottles at his feet. Arthur cleared his throat. “Where’s Charles?”

John glanced up, eyes bleary and lined with red. In the firelight he looked small and exhausted. “Asleep.”

“You should be too.”

“Well, I ain’t,” John mumbled tipping the beer to his lips and draining it. He tossed the bottle aside with a crash.

“Need me to tuck you in Marston? How ‘bout a bedtime story?”

“Real funny, Arthur."

Arthur sat down across from John, allowing the sound of crickets and snuffling horses to fill the silence between them. When he spoke, his tone was softer. “Don’t think I’ve seen you this shaken. Not even when you was freezin’ your ass off after them wolves got to you.”

John’s gaze dropped to his lap. “I’m a bit rattled, s’all. I got a bad feelin’, Arthur.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you think the law showed up a little too fast?”

“Maybe,” Arthur said. “I’m more curious about the son-of-a-bitch who knew we was gonna rob that train.” He turned, pulling the note he’d stashed into his saddlebag and brandishing it.

“See? You’re worried too. S’not just me.”

“I’m not worried,” Arthur cast the notion aside. No use in admitting to being worried unless there was really something to lose sleep over, especially in front of John, who looked like he was fixing for an excuse to leave again. Arthur didn’t want to be the person to give him one. He would gladly take a bullet before he watched Abigail’s face twist back into sorrow and disappointment on account of John flying the coop.

“We gonna be okay, Arthur?” John asks.

“Can’t tell the future anymore than you can, Marston,” Arthur said, crumpling the note in his fist. “What we can do is find the bastard who pulled the wool over our eyes, and deal with the rest as it comes along. I’ll talk to Mary-Beth tomorrow. Ask her to go back up to the saloon.”

John watched as Arthur tossed the paper into the fire, the edges curling into black.

—

You waited across the tracks from the abandoned trading post in Roanoke Ridge, taking shelter behind a sturdy tree (you’d almost hid behind one crawling with poison ivy vines, what a sight that would have been). The instructions you’d given Ernest to pass on had been clear: Whoever is sent must be on time and arrive alone. You checked your pocket watch. Already a half hour late. Out of desperation you remained a few minutes longer. The sun was almost at its peak in the sky, and you were getting hot with your scarf obscuring the lower half of your face. You cursed yourself for wearing such bulky trousers and long sleeves.

In your mind, the heist had been preferable to wasting away in the heat. With a little theater and luck, you managed to rob the train heading north. You still couldn’t believe your good fortune. Keeping your voice low and husky, the passengers and engineer had mistaken you for some hardened outlaw. You’d threatened them with your non-existent gang that was supposedly trailing close behind. In reality, the only thing riding alongside the train was the horse you’d borrowed from Ernest.

You scanned the landscape with binoculars, on the precipice of calling it a day, when you saw a pair of figures ascend the hill behind the dilapidated structure. The taller of the two was wearing a fading grey shirt that you imagined was once white, which stretched across his broad shoulders. He staked a far contrast to the companion at his left, a leaner man with dark hair that extended past a deep scar on his cheek. Both looked tough and mean. Exactly the type of men you’d hoped for.

Though two against one, the odds weren’t good if things went south.

You dropped the binoculars and reached for your rifle. Steadying yourself, you squinted through the scope, drifting down the length of their bodies until their dusty leather boots came into view. You cocked the gun, exhaled, and took the shot, aiming inches away from them.

“Shit!”

“Thought I’d said to come alone,” you called out. “If one of you gentlemen doesn’t get going, the next two bullets will be right in the forehead.”

“Jesus Christ,” the dark-haired man yelped. “Is that a woman shooting at us?”

“Woman or not, doesn’t change the fact she’s got a goddamn rifle!” the other fired back. “Alright, miss, my friend here is gonna get on his horse and leave. Ain’t that right, Marston?”

“Rode all the way out here for nothin’,'' he complained loudly and whistled. When his horse came around, he placed his foot in the stirrups and swung his leg over the saddle. “If you ain’t back by sundown, I’ll come lookin’ for you, Arthur. Hear that, lady?”

Arthur waved a dismissive hand. You waited until the horse disappeared behind the hills before coming out from the brush. At this distance, you could discern more of his features. The first of which you noticed were bright blue eyes that writers and painters alike had mused over for centuries.

He directed them at you. “There,” he said. “Happy?”

You lowered your rifle. “We’re off to a poor start, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t want no trouble. Just didn’t know what we was walkin’ into,” he said, moving closer, hands up slightly as if to not appear threatening. “You were real vague in that note of yours.”

You reaffirmed your grip on your rifle. “That’s close enough,” you said. Any closer and he’d eclipse you, your neck within snapping distance of those strong hands.

“Then, how about you tell me how this is gonna go?”

In the days leading to this moment, you’d thought of the ways you were going to approach this. Never did you imagine getting this far. “Do you have any idea why I may have invited you here?”

“To gloat, perhaps? About beatin’ us to that train?”

An involuntary upward twitch at the corner of your mouth. “Not quite, sir. I value my time and yours, so I’ll keep it short. I need you.”

Arthur pointed to himself. “You... need me?”

“Yes, you.”

He dipped his head, obscuring whatever expression he was making beneath the brim of his hat. Rubbing his neck, Arthur said, “Can’t imagine why you’d need me, lady. Accountin’ for the fact you don’t even know me.”

“I’ll rephrase. It’s not you I need exactly, it’s somebody like you. And your friend, for that matter.” You paused. “I used to have partners, too. One is dead, the other is in need of rescue. She was kidnapped. I want to hire you to help get her back.”

“Why not go to the sheriff? Seems a hell of a lot easier than getting up to all this trouble.”

“The sheriff?” you scoffed. “You really think he’d risk himself and his men to help me save a working girl from outlaws? Most likely he’d look into my background, and then I’d be arrested before I could even blink.”

“So all we gotta do is save your friend from her kidnappers and what, you’ll pay us?”

“You’ll get the money from the train, and I’ll throw in seventy dollars on top of that,” you said.

“What’s the catch?”

“Pardon me?”

“The catch,” Arthur repeated. “Seems too easy.”

“Didn’t say it’d be easy. Are you familiar with the O’Driscoll Boys?”

A spark of recognition. He was, in fact, familiar. “Yeah, I heard of ‘em. Your friend Emma… them boys captured her?”

You nodded. “A former client of hers runs with that gang. He found us in a hotel room, shot Henry, and knocked me out. When I came to, Emma was gone, and I was alone.”

“Under ordinary circumstances, I’d be glad to help,” he said. “You see, there’s someone I’d need to run this by and he’s already got it out for their leader, Colm O’Driscoll. This’d be the perfect excuse for him to do something goddamn stupid.”

“Please. If you’re familiar with them, you can imagine how awful it must be for her. I’ll even give you half the money upfront,” you said, decocking your rifle and slipping it back over your shoulder by its leather strap.

“Can’t promise nothin’, but I’ll talk it over with some people tonight. Meet me at that saloon in two days, same time. If it goes in your favor, I’ll take you to see the man who makes all the decisions.”

“Are you going to make me wait again?” you asked.

“You’re the one asking for favors, miss.”

“I’m offering a job.”

Arthur’s lips set into a hard line. “A job that might get us into a world of trouble, adding fuel to a fire that’s been burnin’ for a long time now. Frankly, you don’t know what you’re getting into.”

And because you didn’t want to push your luck, you fell silent. You watched him call for his horse and mount it.

“I’ll be on time,” he mumbled as an afterthought, and rode off in the direction he came.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

ryou bakura >:)c

LET'S GOOOOOO

First impression: both when i first watched ygo as a kid AND when i started rewatching in february of this year i had the exact same impression which is “man regular bakura is fucking boring” <-- *about to be smited by god*

Impression now: I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. MY ICY HEART MELTED. I SEWED A PLUSH OF THIS GUY. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH the realization that he would be Very Funny with a few personally relatable headcanons just absolutely rewired me. never in a million years did i think i would be on a first name basis with bakura yugioh. hes simultaneously the most boring little saltine of a boy and an absolutely bonkers human being. endlessly ceaselessly fond of this guy. my little purse dog.

Favorite moment: really just. All of him in duelist kingdom. he’s such Peak Dork Teenage Loser in season 1. guy who has to walk behind all his friends on the sidewalk because there’s no room to walk next to them. He says the most banal shit. I WISH he’d been in season 4 and was just like that still. i can dream.

Idea for a story: one day I will write the Kanine Kastle story, about my postcanon AU where Ryou and Joey work at a doggy daycare together the summer after graduating. Kaiba’s husky Obelisk the Tormentor Kaiba is there. It’s like 90 degrees out and Ryou is stuck in the teacup yard being barked at by 7 yorkies.

Unpopular opinion: his dub voice is great and hilarious and also I think people have a bad habit of making out to be the most Sober Emo Mopey Depressed Guy in the World. it don’t make no sense!!! in spite of all the bullshit that happens to him he’s still a pretty chipper guy. he’s taking it in stride all things considered. oh also i dont like t*ndershipping LOL

Favorite relationship: i never thought i’d be hyper invested in ryou and yami bakura’s disastrous relationship but. here i am. endlessly thinking about them. endlessly thinking of timelines where they could have been friends.... brothers. for now they are simply bickering and grumbling and ryou is getting his life ruined. c’est la vie u_u

Favorite headcanon: i will fight like a wild dog for celiac!bakura. this kid has so many ailments it will make your head spin. the Bakura Soul Room looks like an abandoned K-mart. he likes nickelback. He keeps a thing of floss in his gay little bag. And so on

[djarinsbeskar]

Busting into your ask box to share some...

I forgot what I was saying. Something about “broad.”

Well, my love, I take no responsibilities for my actions here on out—my brain and all sense were destroyed earlier in the day because of this ask.

What did we say Din embodies? Large and in charge? Oh, he most certainly does.

He’s a solitary man, Din—used to being answerable to only himself. It’s not an easy habit to break, living by your own set of rules and not having to consider anyone else. But he tries for you, of course he does. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t slip back into his old ways sometimes…

There was that one time you thought you could bait a quarry...

Din had flatly refused to consider the idea, there was no way—no fucking way he was letting you do it. Not only was Din massively territorial – the mere idea of some lecherous criminal putting his hands anywhere near you setting his blood to boil – but you had been in danger once before because of him, and it still left a bad taste in his mouth whenever he thought about it.

But fuck, this asshole was as slippery as they came. Eyes and ears everywhere—this was the fourth planet Din had chased them to. The piece of bantha shit always had an escape route, always escaped the minute Din entered one of the shady cantinas he favoured. He’d rather break his streak of capturing every bounty though, than put you in his line of sight.

He told you as much, felt a swell of pride at the colour it brought to your cheeks and the speechlessness it inspired.

But he mistook your shocked silence as agreement.

He was wrong.

You were sick of Din being in such a rotten mood because of the wild goose chase this quarry had led him on. You were wasting time parsec-hopping and the sheer price of fuel to fund such a chase was beginning to make this contract onerous. But more than anything, Din Djarin hated losing.

He was crankier, surly in his impatience while you travelled through hyperspace to follow the tracking fob. You were quiet frankly, over it. You knew from the minimal information he had dropped whenever he returned, empty-handed and frustrated—that the quarry had a fondness for women, could be tempted to linger longer than he would usually deem safe if he had the attention of a pretty one.

It was reasonable then that you offered, and Din hadn’t even considered it.

More the fool him, you thought.

So, when he saw you… gorgeous and alone at the bar of the cantina, the very bounty he had spent two months hunting slithering from the shadows to sidle up to you plain as day, his jaw had dropped from his own shadowy cover when he saw the quarry had only come closer because of the delicate crook of your finger.

Din swallowed.

He knew you intimately enough to know what real desire looked like clouding those intelligent eyes, but even still, the sultry droop of your lids—the parting of those lips he dreamt about all over his body, it made red fill his gaze and blood roar in his ears.

You were his.

And when the bastard dared to run an unwelcome hand far too low on your back, he was behind you. He didn’t miss the lack of surprise in your expression, nor the true darkening of your gaze as he towered over you both, his bulk blocking any other view but him.

His helmet was tipped towards you.

He didn’t even look as he pulled his blaster out to shoot the bounty as he retreated, collapsing in a heap in the middle of the cantina. Dead or alive had never been a sweeter deal, even for less pay.

“Man—”

“Anyone touches that body, I’ll know,” he snarled at the barkeep, who startled and was quick to nod despite looking as menacing as any of the clientele the place was known for.

“Mando—”

He didn’t let you finish, again. Instead, he grabbed you by the arm tight and dragged you outside--- the monsoon like rain instantly drenching you and bouncing off Din’s armour, the slight tinkling sound drowned out by the sheer heaviness of the rain itself.

No one sane was out in this weather, holing up inside until it passed as it was wont to do—pouring quick and intense. Only you two.

So when he pulled you off the path into the alley beside the cantina, you were already soaked, the tepid rain cooling you and making you shiver before a thigh slammed between you thighs and unforgiving beskar pressed firm against your core.

“What did I tell you on the ship?” he growled, a hand closing around jaw hard, tipping your head up far enough to look at him, “You’re a smart girl, don’t tell me you forgot?”

Your hands – still mercifully left free – tangled in the cowl of his cape as you fought his dominance, even when you both knew you loved it, “I got results, what does it matter?”

A thrill of arousal soaked your underwear further at the feral noise that bubbled deep in his chest, the sudden sting of his hand coming down on your ass making you gasp before the pleasurable ache that followed had you rocking on his thigh subconsciously,

“You forget who the fucking bounty hunter is here along with your manners, kitten?” he pulled his hand back from where it kneaded your ass to spank you again-- pushing you further up his thigh with the force of it, the sound lost in the roar of rain that still spilled from above. This time, you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you.

“On your knees then,” he muttered darkly, releasing your jaw to drag his hand down your throat—pausing, pressing just slightly to feel the swallow you took, “put your mouth to use if you’re not going to answer.”

You couldn’t have refused him if you tried, the primal urge to roll over—to submit to him overwhelming you along with the strength of his thigh beneath you and the power that radiated from his chest under your hands. Your knees hit the ground easily, eyes hazy with lust as you looked up at him—hands greedy as they made to undo his fly.

But Din wasn’t playing fair today, no--- you had undermined him, gone behind his back, put yourself in danger. And by Malachor, he was going to make sure you never did it again.

He swatted your hands away with a rumbled, “hands behind your back, kitten,” and once they were secure, he undid his fly himself, releasing his painfully hard cock and stroked it in front of your face for a few moments until he heard you whine his name,

“Open.”

You kept your eyes on his visor the entire time, stubbornly trying to maintain the smallest bit of control over the situation even as your lips parted, and your mouth opened for the leaking head to settle heavy on your tongue.

You sucked his cock the way he directed you to, silently thrilled at the commanding tone and immovable control he exerted,

“I said no hands, kitten--- don’t even think about touching yourself…”

“That’s it… that’s it, you can take more---”

“There’s my good girl, it’s not to hard to listen to orders, is it?”

You mewled around the throbbing length of him, nails digging into your palms to control your gag reflex as he pushed against the back of your throat but the unhinged moan he released because of it made every tear that blurred your vision worth it. You swallowed around him and he tightened his hand in your hair,

“Fuck… fuck, so good…” his head fell back on his shoulders, the expanse of his neck seal—fitted tight around the thick tendons and tanned skin you knew was hidden beneath made you whimper and rub your thighs together, desperate for him in a deliciously edged way you hadn’t experienced before.

He was being selfish, to prove a point—but beyond the point he wanted to prove, it was turning you on.

He didn’t warn you when he was about to cum, instead taking you off guard as he filled your mouth with a rasp of your name—your surprised noise smothered by his cock before you greedily swallowed down everything he had, your tongue working over his sensitive head when he withdrew enough to give you air.

You actually whined when he pulled back completely—wanting him back again already.

Din chuckled, husky and low and beautiful in its timbre as he braced his forearm against the wall above you, his free hand cupping the back of your head significantly more gently to coax you up where he pressed his helmet to your forehead, a gloved finger brushing the side of your mouth where some of his release had escaped.

You looked wrecked, and he hadn’t even touched you—that alone satisfied the beast inside him that growled to take you, mark you, conquer you. For now.

“Do not go against my decision again,” he cupped your cheek, infinitely comforting and expressing far more than his words ever could, “not about bounties, understand?”

You didn’t like being told what to do—at least, not always. But you knew he spoke from a place of care, so you nodded, giving in at least about this, everything else? Well, he had known you long enough to know that wasn’t going to happen.

He seemed satisfied nonetheless, “Good. Now, help me drag this piece of bantha shit back to the ship. We have a long night ahead of us, kitten.”

You blinked owlishly at him, and you could hear the smirk in his voice as his hand tightened possessively at the back of your neck,

“I still think you need a few lessons about just who is in charge here.”

[emilycollins00]

Two faces of the same coin

Pairing: Tenma x ghost-looking! reader. Part 2

Part 1

Here we go! Enjoy! 💕

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You were used to people reacting a certain way when seeing you since you were young.

Be it your pale skin, eyebags or voice, you ended up not taking it too personally as you grew up. After all it was a general statement you didn't have the best sleeping pattern, and that your hair and posture needed to be worked on. Still, you enjoy peaceful time alone -no glances or scared whispers- although you had to admit this boy had broken a record.

"Dammit...!"

After even frightening you from the intense shriek that came out of his throat, in a poor attempt to run away from you he had stumbled and crashed into a chair so hard you were now wincing as he fell to the harsh floor.

Ouch. Concerned, you approached the groaning teen in pain. “Are you-?” Tenma didn't let you even finish. Violently shaking he turned his back on you, curling into a ball.

“This is not real, this is not real, this is not...!"

He kept mentioning words like curse and death in between, and you could only stare back trying to process what was happening. "Sorry If I scared you. I was-”

“I won't say anything!" he kept on pleading, refusing to open his eyes "I really-REALLY don't taste good please just let me leave!!"

It wasn’t working. You decided to get up from the floor, which only made Tenma pale even more at the sound of something moving.

“I won’t, uh- do anything.” you hesitated. “You, uh, hurt your head right?”

The loud and repetitive pleads died slowly on his lips, and as he opened one eye to glance your way he might have as well. Pale face, somber looks… you both stood in silence in the empty room for a while, you waiting patiently.

"...what?"

He seemed to find again his voice, or at least enough for you to hear. You brushed the dust off you as he flinched at the sudden movement, still on guard.

"I'm, uh- I'm not a ghost." You took out your student card, your name and student photo -equally terrifying some would say. "See?"

An uncomfortable silence filled the air.

Tenma stares at you for a long moment. One could practically see the wheels turning in his head, trying to keep up. And then, just as quickly as he had paled, the color red made way to his face.

“…ah?”

Right. Great answer.

You tilted your head while putting the student card back in your pocket. Maybe he hit his head harder than it looked? “So... what are you doing here? Not that you can't, I guess. I also like it here even though we are not supposed to but- you know. You surprised me a bit too."

Tenma's eyebrows knitted together as he slowly stood up from the floor, not understanding what you were saying. The adrenaline rush was leaving him and could feel himself starting to calm down a little, finally letting his guards down.

“What do you mean. I-Isn’t a library a normal place to work?”

“Yeah. This is the old building though. The new one is on the opposite side..."

You waited patiently watching how Tenma breathed in once again, crimson becoming more and more intense as seconds passed. You had never seen anyone behave like that and he hoped the ground could swallow him about right now. “I... I knew that! I knew that I was just looking around because uh- I’ve never seen this place before!”

“It is rusty.”

More awkward silence from you both. Tenma looked at you and at his pile of books. You looked at them too in reflex, not understanding why a student could have so much book carrying around. "Sumeragi... Tenma?"

"Don't look!" said leader troupe was quick to hide his name, though he was well aware it didn't matter at this point. He tried to avoid your gaze. Shit. Shit, shit, shit last thing he needed today. "Just- don't tell anyone. I'm serious!"

Without sparing another second glance at you and still feeling his face burning, he took everything and left.

His forehead hurt.

One week later

“Why do we have to do this every time?”

“Come on! Don’t tell me you’re afraid to lose?"

“I am not afraid to lose." Tenma frowned at the other two members of mankai. The three were sitting under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, something they took as a routine whenever they didn’t use the cafeteria. Background laughs and conversations could be heard from students around the patio, enjoying their free time before the bell rang and called them back again to their respective classes. He huffed. "This is stupid."

"Got it!" Taichi moved around his arm dramatically "Ready…? Rock, paper, scissors!”

Three hands presented their results with different reactions altogether.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Aw yeah, paper is the best! It's your turn to go buy drinks Ten-chan!”

“I wanna strawberry juice.”

“Soda for me!”

“Tsk,” Tenma squinted his eyes at his hand and sighed, getting up and dusting away grass from his uniform, taking their coins. “Fine. Strawberry juice and a Green tea.”

“H-hold on, I said soda!”

“I’ll get going.”

“Yeah.”

“Ten-chan I was joking please!!”

It had been a few days after the library incident and so far, he hadn't heard any weird rumor of him- to which he counted it as a big safe considering the situation. Weird, but safe.

“Oh come on.”

After buying Taichi’s and Juza’s drinks, Tenma kept shoving his hand into his pockets, cursing at his emptiness. He was sure he had brought his wallet with him to school… maybe he left it in his room after all? A sigh left his lips, wondering how long would his bad luck last.

Until his exams passed maybe? He hoped not. He had managed to get Tsumugi to teach him at night after a few days of begging his homeroom teacher, revising together all concepts that Tenma couldn't seem to grasp. It had been embarrassing to let him check all his late school results, but at the end of the day it was Tsumugi. And well, Tsumugi was fine. Unlike Itaru, he was always-

“Excuse me.”

Tenma covered his mouth at the close sound of the eerie voice. A shiver definitely running from the last strands of hair until his very own toenails.

Yeah, finding you blinking at him- too close for his taste- took all the strength he had to not scream in public. He stepped back from you. his heart practically on his throat. “W-what are you doing!?”

“Ah, sorry. Thought talking louder would be better. Didn't mean to scare you”

“UH?! I-I wasn’t scared! I-uh, I was just surprised!" Even in plain daylight of the hall in comparison to the sinister darkness of the old library room, Tenma still felt like he was talking to a- Well.

A ghost.

You took a step back away from him too, pointing your forehead “You don't have a bump anymore.”

He touched his own forehead unconsciously. Right, Igawa had made a fuss about it when he saw it. Thanks to Omi’s ointment though it was already almost not existent though. He always worried too much.

“I’m glad.”

"Uh, thanks."

Very much opposite to your physical appearance, your voice while husky and kinda odd, was calm. It made Tenma feel weird, though it was probably because you kept staring at him. Why didn’t you go away?

“Are you... a fan? Do you want like, an autograph or something?”

You pointed behind him. "I was just waiting for my turn.”

His cheeks grew warm self-consciously, moving so you could insert your coins.

“I’m guessing you couldn't find more coins for three drinks,” You suddenly commented looking at the drinks in his hands. Ignoring his confused face, you crouched down and picked the drink, turning to him. "You complained kinda loud so... here. Not sure if you'll like it but I think it's good."

"What? I don't need it."

“It’s fine. Take it as an apology." you shrugged offhandedly. You placed it on top of his other drinks and turned once again to the machine. "It was my fault I scared you anyway.”

Tenma stared at your hunched figure while you got another drink. "Then," you waved your hand slightly and left the place quietly to who knows where.

He didn't even manage to wave back. What had just happened?

“Oh man...”

“Tenma-kun, are you okay?”

Students' whispers made him come back to his senses, losing sight of the path you had walked out. “What?”

“Did that person say anything weird to you? You know, like threaten you or something.” they pointed to where you left

“Uh- no.”

Some sighed relieved while others stared at the machine, as if you might have cursed- somehow.

Tenma frowned. It was true it hadn't been the smoothest conversation, but saying you might have tried to do something to him felt wrong. "Why do you all say that?"

"Ah? Mmm well..."

"Just look at them I guess."

"Yeah I don't know man. Gives me the creeps whenever they walk around. As if our school wasn't already scary inducing."

"Whoah, that's so mean."

"Are you saying you don't think it's true?"

"Tenma-kun, if you have time want to come have lunch with us? We..."

As they kept talking, Tenma looked down, the drink you had bought in his hand; Chocolate milkshake.

"It was my fault I scared you anyway.”

Later on

“Stupid old library...” he found himself growling for the umpteenth time "Should have just leave it be."

Another week had passed before he found the courage and once again, adventured himself around the old halls, carrying one chocolate drink.

I must have gone crazy.

Tenma just didn’t wanna be in debt with anyone. Yeah, that was it. Even if you scared the soul out of him, he had somewhat gotten the sense that you weren’t all bad -although your memories still left him trembling- and if there was something he hated more than anything, it was people making assumptions of others. He learned it from Mankai. Especially from his own troupe.

“Are you lost again?”

However old habits are hard to break.

“Dammit! Do you always need to talk like that?!"

"It's my voice, can't help it." You two had found each other at the corner of the hall. Tenma wasn't sure if this counted as good or bad. "…Do you need help to find the new library? I can draw you a map if you want me to”

“I-I was just about to do it, I don’t need-!”

“Ah- you should be careful not to crash on a chair again. Some are really old“

He placed the two drinks on the table making you blink, not sure how to react.

The awkward silence stretched, and Tenma felt his own cheeks heat up. "D-don't misunderstand, I just don't like to be indebted and I really didn't need that drink last time okay?"

A few seconds pass by. And then. Then he hears your laugh.

“You’re a really nice guy you know.”

His stomach jumps and doesn’t say anything for a while. Embarrassing. He felt his face was going to light on fire. He tried to focus his attention on something else- Not that he enjoyed it. The place itself wasn't comfortable looking.

“...Why do you hide here anyway? It doesn’t help with, well,” he didn't finish the sentence, feeling it sounded wrong -even though it was kinda true.

“I wouldn't say I hide" You hummed mindlessly while opening the drink, giving it a go before turning your attention back to him "I found it a few months ago while looking for a place to study. People overreact when they see me, so I’ve been coming here. I think it’s a pretty chill place myself.”

Tenma stared at you. At your dark eye bags and messy hair. You could definitely get a role in any horror movie you might want for sure. Yet there you were, happily drinking a chocolate milkshake in the old side of your very own high school.

“...You are weird.”

You laughed again. “For someone who’s supposed to be scared but still frequents the same place, I’d say the same about you.”

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When I said it was gonna be a long request I meant it.

Have a wonderful day! 💕

Part 3 soon!

[thecrimsondandelion]

Richie has a bad habit of just taking in animals — he’s got five cats who were previously strays and three dogs he’s found while driving home from work — that he finds outside, and one night he finds this dog, lets say a husky (have u ever heard that thing like women get dogs that represent the men they’re attracted to and men get dogs that represent themselves?? i think eddie would unconsciously do the first) that got out while Bill was dog sitting for Eddie while he was away for a weekend for work or smth. Eddie gets back, finds that his dog is missing, and like a smart owner, tracks it from the chip.

He walks up to Richie’s front door and when Richie opens it, the first thing Eddie says is “You stole my dog.”

“No I didn’t.”

Eddie goes up on his toes to look behind Richie, and sees his dog staring back at him, tongue lolled out of his mouth, just having the time of his life.

“That’s literally my dog right behind you.”

He goes on to explain that Bill sucks as a dog sitter but never has any plans so he was the only person available last minute and that he’d really appreciate it if he could get his dog back because “Man, he is basically my emotional support dog. I fucking need him back unless you want me to cry on your front porch. I’ll do it. Right now.”

omg yes!!! like

Bill probably hoped he’d be able to save Eddie the stress (and himself the absolute bollocking Eddie would give him) and find the dog himself, he has Mike and Ben out to search too. Maybe Eddie got back home earlier than expected, and he’s excited to see his dog. he missed him, and missed the routine

And at first he thinks that Bill must be out walking him, even though it’s not the usual time he goes out (he left a very detailed list and schedule) but then Bill comes back, face red, out of breath, panicked look on his face - especially when he sees Eddie’s home early

A moment of silence…

“Bill. Where the fuck is my dog.”

Richie? hes walking one of his bigger dogs, one that needs a little more exercise than the smaller ones, and a husky is suddenly bounding towards him, shaking its butt in that way dogs do when they’re excited. Maybe he smells like his dogs, maybe it’s the treats in his pocket. It doesn’t have a collar on, and so he whips out a spare he carries, just on the off chance that he comes across a stray (what’s he meant to do, just ignore collarless, sweet little animals on the street??)

He gives the dog a treat and goes the rest of his walking route. then takes him home. and he has a grand ole time!! he takes the cats into another room, just in case the husky isn’t a cat person? a cat dog? if he doesn’t find an owner he’ll slowly introduce them all

of course, he does plan to try and find the owner, he’s not a dog snatcher, but he’s just back from a long walk, he’s tired, and he has a (what seems to be a pure breed) husky in his house?

he wants to play with this dog!!!!!!

he finds out it knows a shit ton of tricks, when he pours our food for him the dog sits there staring, and after 5 minutes Richie realises he has to say “go”

and later in the day there’s a pounding on his front door, and a very angry looking, short, cute man glaring at him accusing him of stealing his dog

and he goes on his tippy toes to look over Richie’s shoulder, which he finds so fucking cute

before Eddie goes on his ramble. Richie teases the hell out of him, probably stalling so he gets to talk to the guy for a little longer

“how do i know he’s really your dog, huh?” though there really isn’t any doubt about it, “he didn’t have a collar on, you got some way to prove it?”

Eddie pulls up his instagram and sure enough theres pictures of himself and the husky (also smoothie bowls, gym pictures, and one of him at pride 👀) and Richie also gets to find out the guys name

“i swear he usually has a collar on. Bill was watching him - and Bills my best friend, but he’s an oblivious idiot, and i had nobody else to watch him while i was away. Man, he’s basically my emotional support dog. I fucking need him back unless you want me to cry on your front porch. I’ll do it, right now. I’ll cause a scene.”

Eddie absolutely knows he sounds like an idiot, but his chest is heaving with worry, and he wants his dog back

Richie can tell somethings up, and drops being an asshole, he invites Eddie inside (and quickly goes onto instagram to follow him) and it’s adorable how he drops to his knees and lets the husky lick at his face, just holds him close and murmurs cute nonsense. and as excited as the dog has been the entire time, it’s suddenly very still in Eddie’s arms except for the tail whacking against the floor

like it knows exactly what Eddie needs

obviously they do fall in love, and Richie does end up having to introduce the dog to his cats, Eddie usually hates cats but it takes very little convincing to get him warmed up to them

richie @ bill like “thanks for being such a shitty dog-sitter, my guy”

Mike, Bill and Ben all also notice how similar Eddie’s dog is to Richie, just a huge bundle of energy, smiley, big, and a little shit at times. and they tease Eddie endlessly about it

[grandtorinaa]

Obey Me Bathroom Headcannons (Brothers)

Assorted texts from me rambling about the obey me characters bathroom habits at 3am

There's a second part with the side character s

Lowkey I head cannon that Levi would pee in a bottle just to avoid his brothers

He doesn't leave his room for days he's probably constipated enough not to leave either, because he probably eats bad too

he either bathes very often because he likes water or doesn't take a legitimate shower for days and just uses a washcloth and bucket to wash up when he really needs it

Asmo is disgusted, his eyes are closed

Mammon is the one getting timed for his showers because he will absolutely use all the hot water

Asmo said the communal bathroom is for peasants

Beel 100% takes monster shits and he gotta let people know he using the bathroom beforehand to prevent potential casualties or damage to the surrounding area

Belphie is the one who busts in without knocking and makes eye contact with you in the toilet while saying nothing and closing the door

Satan is not allowed books in the bathroom but on occasion he locks himself inside to escape the brothers

he has a rack of bathroom only magazines but he also reads shampoo bottles

Mammon is the one who has repeatedly been forced to pee outside because someone else always happens to be in the bathroom

MC catches him and Mammon turns around to explain himself and liquid is still coming out like please sir

Satan uses 3 in one shampoo and a soap bar on his face and his still is somehow still clear skin. He got old spice for special occasions

Asmo taught mammon skin care and saved his model career

Levi washes his face with water, and nothing else, maybe a washcloth if he feels fancy

Mammon brushes his teeth with soap sometimes and honestly same

He has good hygiene, could you imagine how his family would roast him if he didn't 💀🖐🏾

Asmo called him musky husky and he ain't been the same since

Beel is pretty clean and Belphie smells like how your mouth feels when you wake up every other time you meet him, like, that weird smell babies have

Beel has eaten all the body soap in the house once

Beel and Belphie are my last two braincells trying to function

Lucifer is the one person who lowkey analyses his defecations and stuff for health reasons I don't know why I think that but he does

Someone forgets to flush and he's like "Which one of y'all isn't eating enough fiber?"

He also doesn't buy them new toilet paper if they use it too fast either

Mammon wiped his ass with clorox wipes once and he had to go to the emergency room because he got an infection afterwards

"Me and MC did a blood pact where we put bleach in our asses" - Mammon in that reality

Satan also likes decorating the bathroom but all his decorations are tacky cat ones that don't really match

He'll buy random shit off Amazon he finds interesting

Levi has very little bathroom presence but Belphie walked in on him once and the poor man almost fainted before yelling at him that he needs to knock first but belphie is like "it's not my fault you didn't lock it"

Belphie be starting shit

Belphie uses YOUR soap but when you confront him he's like "It's our soap now" and you have to go to Luci because belphie decimated the entire bottle in 2 weeks

Belphie also has the old man style bath robes and slippers and grunts around like an old man when he wears them

Beel will be the one to step on shower curtains while he showers and accidentally rips up the curtains

Mammon the one leaving water all over the floor after he showers

Satan showers but he likes baths alot

Beel buys either ocean scented products or warm honey/vanilla type smells

Satan was the cucumber melon girl in school don't @ me, Levi and Asmo with the Japanese cherry blossom headassess

Luci likes to really savor his showers when he can and probably plays music during his, and his room has one of those air freshener despenser things. If you interrupt his shower/alone time he will confront you dick out and everything because he just wants to be left alone for once lmao let him rest please

[aen-maggs]

Comfort Zone - Chapter 1

Eddie Kingston x ofc

My head was pounding from the loud music and I didn't feel like dancing. My best friends, however, were having the time of their lives as they ordered another round of drinks. Some days I loved being the only girl in the group. Others, well, these guys could party.

"Thank you for agreeing to be the designated driver, Ronnie."  Ben said as he handed me another soda. I watched as Jeremy and Kevin were dancing with some girls they met earlier.

"Those two never have trouble finding a partner." He said shaking his head.

"Jeremy is a freak and Kevin is a charmer." I said, but tonight I wasn't in the mood to discuss my friends dating habits.

"You still upset about Daniel?" Ben asked.  I gave him a look.

"It's fine. I got more on my mind than dealing with that guy." I said bitterly. I took a drink of my soda.

"You deserve better anyway," Ben said and checked his phone.  He was waiting on a text from his fiancé. He was ready to leave too from what I gathered.

A group of three guys came into the bar. They were big guys, having a dark presence around them, and they looked pretty tough. They hit the bar first and then started scanning the room. The taller one, seemed to lock eyes with me. I found myself wondering exactly what color they were as they looked blue and green at the same time.

"Hey Ronnie, I'm going to go find the guys. I think I'm going to head out and meet up with Jeannie." Ben said interrupting my thoughts. As he started for the dance floor, I shook myself a little and pulled out my phone. No texts or calls. Part of me was grateful.

"You gonna need these chairs?" A voice said, and I turned to see the tall ocean-eyed guy from the bar. He defiantly looked like a thug.

"No. You can take them." I said motioning to them. I smiled at the guy. He wasn't normally my type, but he had a confidence about him to go with those eyes.

"Thanks." He said and he took the chairs to a table over from where I was. Two other guys sat down with him. They defiantly looked like they were from out of town, and I started to make stories up in my head of who they were and what they were up to.

It wasn't long before Ben, Kevin and Jeremy came back to the table. They all sat and Ben let us know his plan to leave early. At that moment, my phone buzzed.

"If that's Dan, you tell him to fuck off." Jeremy said sipping on the last of his bottle.

"He's just going to make you feel stupid and useless" Kevin followed. I looked at my phone.

Daniel: Can you talk?

"Girl, don't fall for his shit. He does this all the time." Ben said.

"I'm going to take this outside guys. Be back."  I told them. They all three shook their heads.

I stepped out into the night on the street. I called Daniel and left it on speaker so he could hear me the background noise. Maybe he will see I am just fine without him.

"You out with the dork squad?" He asked.

"Yeah, wanted to have some fun." I said. I heard him laugh sarcastically.

"You want fun, I can help with that." Daniel said smoothly and I felt my face burn with anger.

"I'm not a yo-yo.  You can't toss aside and bring back. This game is getting old." I said.

"Come on. You know you like it. Who else you got? I'm the only guy you've had in over a year. You don't have many options, Ronnie.  Not at your age and with being the world's biggest Tom-boy" Daniel said. I don't have a lot of self esteem, but tonight I had enough.

I hung up.

"Good for you, doll." I heard and turned to see the guy from the bar cupping his hand to light a cigarette. He shook his match until it went out and took a long drag.

"I didn't think anyone was out here." I said nervously.

"Yeah well, you should watch your back better. I coulda been the big bad wolf."  He said with a wink and I blushed. His accent was defiantly not from around here.

"That guy, he always that big an ass?" He said tilting his head at my phone.

"Daniel?  He's my ex. We have had an off again on again thing for a while. He hates my friends and says I would be hot if I just tried harder."  I found myself telling this stranger. I felt ridiculous in that moment.

"Sounds like he don't appreciate you, the manipulative bastard."  He growled.

"Uhm, I'm sorry, but I don't even know your name." I said. He left the cigarette in his mouth and stood up from the wall. He held out a large hand.

"Eddie, Eddie Moore." He offered. I took his rough hand and shook it.

"I'm Ronnie Evers." I told him. He smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Ronnie.  That group of guys you with, brothers or somethin'?"he asked. I laughed.

"No, Just my friends. I guess I have always been considered one of the boys." I motioned to my tee shirt and jeans.

He looked me up and down and tossed his cigarette. He took two steps toward me and I hitched my breath. He was a big guy, but there was something about him. Nothing like I had ever met before. He exuded self confidence, but he didn't seem conceited about it.

"I won't make that mistake." He said softly. I shivered at his voice and he placed a hand on my hip pulling me closer. I was surprised at myself for letting him.

"I'm bettin' no one ever treated you the right way. The way you deserve to be treated." He said with a husky voice. He tilted my chin up and looked me in the eyes.

He kissed me. Soft and slow at first, and then it was savage when he opened his mouth and our tongues met.  He pulled away and I felt my knees weaken.

"'Course I bet you never just kissed a guy you barely met neither." He smirked. I felt dumb struck for a moment.

"Uhm, no. You are right on that."  I said breathlessly. He chuckled.

"Gimme your number." He demanded with a smile and offering me his phone. I punched my number in. This was way out of character for me. I didn't usually react to guys like this.

"Imma call you." He said and he leaned back against the wall.

"Ronnie, we were wondering if you were coming back." Ben said appearing behind me. I turned to see the guys standing there waiting on me. I pulled my keys from my pocket and took another look at the dark figure leaning against the wall. He smiled at me, a mischievous smile, and I felt nervous I gave him my number.

[xsugarysweetsx]

I was wondering if you could do a Toya/Dabi x reader.Like the reader is childhood friends with Toya and is good friends with the Todo kids in general. So when their mom goes to the hospital, the reader kinda steps in and sorta kinda fills the role of mom. Reader is really close to Shoto.(Toya and reader are in a quirk marriage)But then stuff happens.Toya becomes Dabi.Reader became a teacher @UA and goes to the training camp.Then Dabi accidentally almost kills the reader by putting her in a coma.

You’re really good with plot Anon! Also I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! But thank you for your patience❤️ please enjoy ❤️❤️ I added in something extra hopefully you like it!

Children never see the bad in the world. They’re innocent and want to always see the goo in people and the world. As a little girl you always thought going to the Todoroki’s house meant a play date. You would spend time with all of them and even Shoto.

For whatever reason it was your father always wanted you to spend time with Toya. He was the eldest and was usually quiet and kept to himself. 

One day you had come and Shoto was hurt, with a patch over his eye. Rei wasn’t home either, they told you she had gone away. She was away and wouldn’t be back for a while. Being around the same age as Toya you felt the need to fill in the role for the younger ones.

You would help them with homework, and cleaning up after themselves. Almost like an elder sister or a mother. You were all close and created your own bond together. Almost like your own little family

As time passed you were both in your teens attending school together. At the time you were both best friends, knowing each other inside and out. One day when you were at his house doing homework, your father and Enji walked in.

His father always scared you in all honesty. Not only was his size intimidating but his aura just wasn’t pleasant. Toya always knew how you felt. He had the habit of holding your hand whenever he'd come into the room comfort you. 

“What is it old man?“ Toya resented him after finding out what he had done his mother. 

“Well“ you father spoke up “We’ve talked i over and believe that it would be best if you both-”

“You’re both getting married and that’s final“ Enji cut him off “You both have exceptionally powerful quirks and will make better children“

“What?!“ you both reacted

That’s right they were forcing you both into a quirk marriage, without any explanation to you both. If anything your father basically sold you, he was known for getting into debt despite having his own business. The Todorokies had money and everyone knew. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry you. Truth was, he had feelings for you for very long time but you didn't want to ruin your relationship. on top of all that he didn't want to bring you into his method of family and possibly make your life impossible. You were too good for him, for filling the role he never knew he needed or his siblings included.

At the time you were both 16 and were to marry at 19. But that day never came, Toya had gone missing. Nothing was left about his whereabouts. When your wedding day came, it marked 3 years of him being missing. They had decided to mark him under dead, since there was no trace of him. 

Even to this day you still think about him. You didn’t want to forget his face or his voice, or anything.

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You stop visiting the the house hold, you called every now and then to check in. Sometimes you would visit Rei at the hospital and it gave you some tranquility.

You grew up to be a teacher at UA high school, helping students to become heroes. You heard even Shoto got into UA a well, and went to visit him. You always told him how proud you were of him, turns out even he grew as much resentment towards his father as Toya did. 

This weekend you were at the training camp with the students. Everything was going well, they were training, learning and even cooking. You look out your window and see that Bakugou was extremely good at cooking, which confused you a bit. But everyone to their own.

You were giving extra help to thos when fisoed the test with Mr.Aizawa. Everyone would always tease about how you thin had a secret thing going on. In all honesty you both acted the same towards it and brushed it off as a joke but soon it became true.

You both had a thing for each other. You didn’t believe you would have feelings like this again. The last time you did, he had disappeared from your life, like he never existed. But with Shouta it felt differnt, he made you feel like he wouldn’t leave.

Sure he never seemed to be the type to but he would hold you close and tell you as many times as you needed to what it

“I would never abandon you, ever” it was something small but it made your heart flutter. You never forget about Toya, but he would want you to be happy right?

As you walk down the hall to the class you oda by a window. From the corner of your eye you saw a tall dark figure at the window and instantly turned. You were alert and ready to defend yourself. You look around the hall and too the window. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath as you approached the window and looked outside.

Looking form side to side there was nothing and the student were outside as usual. Maybe you were seeing things. A hand landed on your shoulder which made you jump and shriek

“Hey It’s okay, it’s just me” it was shouta “are you alright you seem a little jumpy” he said in his tired husky voice

“Y-yeah im down, I just...never mind let’s get to the class” even when you walk with him you still felt uneasy, it wouldn’t leave you.

About only half hour into the lesson crashes and yelling was heard. Looking out the window your eyes widen to see blue flames swollowing the trees around you.

Blue flame....but you haven’t seen blue flames since....

“I’m going to check what’s going on. Y/N Stay here with the students” Shouta said as he ran out of the class

“Me.L/N, whats happening? Shouldn’t we go an help?”

“No, lets all stay here it’s best if we don’t split up.” All the students gathering around you. You did a headcount to make sure you age everyone. Aizawa ran back into the room on high alert

“Everyone we need to love to the next room over-“

The wall came crashing down to reveal a member of the League Of Villans. Instances kick in you step forward to protect your students. You were trying hard to concentrate but something about this man, was so familiar.

“Step aside princess, before you get hurt”

“I’m not a princess and you’re going to have to go through me first” you took your defensive stance. He hurled his blue flames at you but you block using you quirk. With all the strength you could muster you were able to push him back far enough that it was only the two of you.

Whatever it was something had stopped you from making your next move.

“What’s wring princess? Too tired to fight back?”

You didn’t answer and went for an attack, the hit would have been direct and affective but you stop.

You realize now why you know him

“Toya....” you whisper to yourself. But why was he attacking? Didn’t he recognize you? You turn to him

“Toya is me y-“ you were hurdled back into a tree by his flame. The aching throb making it hard for you to focus, crimson ran down to your chin. He came closer and kneeled in front of you.

He braved yourself for the worst to come but all you heard was a gasp

“Y-y/n....?” He said in the softest smallest voice he could. “I-is....”

“Took you long e-enough.:.” You forced a smile as your world started to spin. Not only did the impact do damage but you were loosing blood. He was hesitant to touch you, he’s down so much damage already

First leaving you so abruptly, and now this? He saw your eyes finally fall and you fall limp

“Y/N? Y/N?!” He gathered you in his arms and started to run, he didn’t know where but he was running. He eventually found Twice

“Hey bud whatcha go there” he said in his quirky attitude

“That’s doesn’t matter she’s bleeding out I need you to help me” he laid you by a bush and ripped a part of his shirt and wrapped it ape under your head.

“I need you to take her some where no one else will harm her, but make sure it’s some where one of these punk hero’s can find her” he said putting you into the arms of Twice.

He nodded and ran off, Dabi furiously wiped tears that ran down his face. He can only hope you were found and tended to. He may be who he is now but, you didn’t deserve to suffer for his decision.

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After drawing back and leaving, Dabi stuck around for a while to make sure you were found. Aizawa was the one who found you and cradled you in his arms. Like he did at one point, he watched as you were whisked away to an ambulance. You were rushed to a near by hospital.

He would hang out by your window some night, sometimes he would break in and just sit in the chair.

He had managed to put you into a coma. At least he didn’t kill you in all but still.....it was the same you. The same one from all those years ago. The one who truest knew him. Who even recognizes him after so long.

You’ve become so beautiful over the years. He didn’t dare touch you, afraid to cause more damage. He would think...think about who thinks could have been differnt. What if he stayed and married you? Who would he be if he never left?

One night you started to stir and your monitor had started to speed up. You were waking up! He wanted to stay and hold you and apologize for everything...but he couldn’t. He heard footsteps running down the hall. He stroked your cheek one final time and ran for the window.

You skin was so soft and warm, he wanted to savor it longer. But if he did stay he would have no chance to even glance your way again.

As he was about to jump out he looked back once more to see your E/C staring at him.

“T..oya...” you said weakly. He shit his eyes and made his way back into the cruel world. Tears pores out of your eyes as you watched him leave, once again.

Maybe, just maybe you’ll meet again......

I kinda like it :). But I hope this is what you were looking for! And I’m sorry this was so late!

[imnotwolverine]

Soldier on

Syverson x reader

I received a request and made an attempt at writing a Syverson x reader one-shot for you all to enjoy. It’s sad, angsty, includes violence, smut, the whole lot. Ye be warned. 

Thank you @scorpionchild81, I hope you enjoy it! 

Warnings: smut, angst, attempted rape, all the massive feels

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From your perspective:

You fumbled with the keys in your hand as your heels tapped on the hot concrete. Even now, at this late hour, the Texan air was smouldering, bright stars gleaming like small freckles on the skin of the pitch black heavens above. 

Should you just..go back? It wasn’t that bad right? If he could hook up with someone..then so could you. You halted and looked back at the neon lit bar you just left, the sound of a jukebox playing and people talking top-lung.

You could visualise it. The way he now looked hungrily into the eyes of that girl, his full lips turning into a wolfish grin as he towered over her with that big, bulky physique. The promise of a good night to follow, gleaming in his eyes.. No. Don’t think about it.

Taking a shivery breath you grasped the keys in your palm tighter. You were glad you had stayed sober that night so you could at least leave at any moment you pleased. It’s not like he would be going with you anyways. ‘STOP IT!’ You scolded yourself, muttering under your breath as your legs automatically strode to the parking lot around the corner.

There were but a few cars parked on the lot, their dusty hoods mere shadows in the poor light of the solitary streetlight. Your eye peered at some men leaning into what happens to be your car, their cigarettes burning up bright yellow in the darkness. Great, you thought, quickly looking over your shoulder to see if anyone else was around. Under the bright lights of the bar you could spot a couple that were practically eating each other on the sidewalk, their arms entangled and their clothes barely covering their private parts. Immediately you felt your heart flip with jealousy again, your fingers becoming even more sweaty around your car keys.

‘Fine.’ You growled, definitely not opting for going back inside the bar, but instead taking large, purposeful strides towards the car. You could hear the hood of your car let out a sigh as one of the men got up, his face barely visible in the low light. ‘Evenin’ gents.’ You tried, casually moving past their large bodies to reach for the car door. ‘Hello sugar.’ One of them purred in a husky voice. You didn’t twitch as you continued to reach the keys towards the car door. ‘Gotta ask you to find another place to hang out I’m afraid.’ You said, eyeing one of the gents who was still leaning into your car, his face menacing and his breath spiked with heavy liquor. ‘Oh don’t go.’ He playfully begged, his hand grasping your wrist, stalling further efforts to open the car door.

The man was leaning into the backseat door, his face mostly hidden behind a scruffy beard - nothing like Sy’s handsome full beard -, his figure a bit on the obese size, but making him still obviously much stronger than you. Around you his accomplices now closed in. Three men, all smelling of heavy liquor. Moonshine? Who knows. But it sure wasn’t good.

‘Maybe some other night. This sugar has to go now.’ You tried to keep your voice level as you wriggled to free your wrist. The man wouldn’t budge. ‘Hear that Lacy? She doesn’t want to play with us!’ He quickly snagged the keys from your hand before squaring up his shoulders, ready to stop you as you flailed at him. ‘HEY, those are mine! Give them back at once!’ You tried to shove him, reaching for your keys, but he had already thrown them to one of the others, your hands making no impression on him as you couldn’t even push him back a centimetre. ‘Now now. How about you be nice lil’ slut.’ He barked, pushing you with ease into the car door.

Fuck. Fucking shit. Fuck.

Your already sweaty hands immediately reached for your phone in your jeans’ back pocket, your pulse quickening to a gallop as you tried to keep an eye on all the men whom were now looming in closer and closer. As soon as you managed to squeeze your hand into the tight pocket you could feel a hand on your own. ‘Uh uh love. Not gonn’ happen.’ He all but whispered in your ear. Gosh he stank so bad. You felt bile come up, lungs heavy from both the humid Texan air and this whole situation. ‘Stop.’ You whimpered, losing your internal battle and giving in to fear. ‘Or what..hmm..lil’ skank?’ One of the others spoke, his voice much more boyish.

The man forcing you against the car door had now also taken the phone, letting it light up to its lock screen, holding it over their faces, his face turned into a sick grin. The pale green light of your screensaver offered some insight in the looks of the assailants. Two younger men, no older then 20 in worn t-shirts, and then there was the big burly men who was pinning you down and a man with a buzz cut in the far back, his eyes glistening dark in the low light. Buzz cut…army? Maybe..maybe he would help..? If you said the right…

Before you could finish your thought your pants were pulled down, eager hands cupping your buttocks, the calloused digits digging painfully through the cotton of your undies. ‘NO! FUCK OFF! GET OFF ME!’ A sudden burst of opposition coursed through you as you started to flail your nails into his face, making the man bounce back for a moment. Your legs tried to make a run for it, your hands trying to tug up your pants, but another pair of hands stopped you, digging evil nails into your soft skin. ‘Listen up bitch. You gonn’ be nice and quiet, ya?’ He slurred. It was one of the younger men, some of his teeth missing from the looks of it. Drug users. Oh man. This couldn’t get worse.

Panic filled your heavy lungs as you felt more hands traveling down your body, one pair squeezing your neck tight, whilst others tore at your t-shirt. You clenched your jaw, breaths coming in short and hard, tears burning up in the back of your eyes. ’NO!’ You roared, making another feverish attempt to be released, arms and legs kicking wildly around you. ‘You fuckin’ dogs.’ You bit as you managed to get out of the grasp of the pair of hands on your neck. A small victorious moment, that was, before you felt your legs being swiped away, your body quickly coursing to the gritty hard parking lot.

You smacked down hard, your head painfully landing on the black tar as feet started to kick you. You saw them dropping your phone, but you couldn’t move to get it. Low wails escaped your throat as you balled up your body in a futile attempt to protect yourself. ‘St..op..’ You breathed shakily, the punishing kicks removing all air from your lungs, your body searing with both adrenaline and fear. Folding your arms over your neck and face, you noted they did stop. Why?

‘HEY,’ A loud, rough voice barked from further up in the parking lot. You quivered, the pain crashing in hard as watery eyes peered at the figure in the distance, his form creating a strong silhouette against the single light source straight behind him. Oh please let it be him. Sy..sy..

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From his perspective:

She had left. Again. It was becoming a strange habit of her to leave in the middle of a fun night out. At least. It sure had been fun up to that point, he thought, his eyes tracing her brown mane all the way out the door. Darkness had nearly swallowed her when he saw her turn around. Was she coming back?

‘Hey sexy. Whatcha thinkin’?’ The kitten in his arms purred. Sure she was a fine thing. A true southern belle, with pretty blond locks and a heartshaped face, her dainty fingers making enticing circles over his red t-shirt. ‘Nothin’.’ He said, forcing his lips to turn into a smile as he looked down at her. He pulled the little vixen closer to his chest, his eyes immediately peering back at the door. She was gone.

Well, might as well make the most of the night.

His hands travelled languidly over the blondes back, before settling on her curvy behind. Her small arms had now also wrapped around him, leaving him alone with his thoughts for a moment. The bar was busy this night, almost crowded. Which wasn’t all that surprising. He and his brothers-and-sisters-in-arms had just gotten back from a round trip, and that was always worth a celebration.

Although it’s not the same without her.

Some racket sounded from outside, a few people hastily walking out the door to see what was going on. Sy’s curiosity peaked, his arms unwrapping from the dainty thing in his arms.

‘No..stay. There’s enough people to sort out whatever’s happenin’ there big bear.’ The woman purred, pulling him back towards her. He groaned, giving in to her request, his eyes keeping a close watch on the people who were standing outside. Something had happened. ’Come..let’s have some..real fun.’ Her sultry voice breathed against his bearded chin. He looked down, seeing her tug at his belt and eyeing at the toilets in the back.

His hazy mind couldn’t think straight as his eyes gave a quick check on the people around them. Everyone else was too preoccupied with the situation outside or continuing their drunk chatter. He couldn’t help but give her offer a think-over. It had been months after all. His hand cupped the back of her head as he leaned in for a kiss. A kiss she eagerly accepted, her teeth biting into his bottom lip playfully.

Before long he found himself in one of the toilets, his head slightly dazed as the pretty blond was pulling at his shirt, kissing his naked flesh beneath it. He let out a pent up breath. Fuck. What was he even doing. His mind was saying no..but his body was definitely saying “yes”. He felt himself harden, his erection straining against his jeans, his head falling back as he felt her lips blazing over his hot skin.

His phone buzzed.

Immediately he reached for his back pocket to answer, his hand stopped by the blond vixen. ‘I’m sure THAT can wait.’ She breathed, daintily pushing the phone back in its pocket. He let out a quivery breath as she pulled up his shirt further, her nose now moving through his curly chest hair. ‘Ooh you’re such a bear…rawr!’ She squealed, eagerly grabbing at his toned chest. He couldn’t think straight, a slight worry creeping over his back as he mulled it over.

She had left the bar mere minutes before that racket outside. Had something happened?

He felt his breath quicken, become more harsh, his curiosity burning as he felt his phone sitting silent in his back pocket.

No. She always managed on her own. She’s fine. It probably was just a drunk idiot who had passed out. Or a bar fight. And she was now driving home. Alone.

Alone.

‘Fuck.’ He groaned, feeling the eager blond tugging at his belt as she lowered herself on her knees. ‘No. Stop darlin’. It’s….argh..Fuck.’ His words evaporated in the humid air as she released his cock from its restrains. ‘Doesn’t look like you want to stop.’ She purred, wrapping her hand around his erection. He let out an involuntary moan. It had been so long since he was last touched like that. Four whole fucking months. He let his head fall back, his breath hitching as she worked her magic hands in slow strokes. ‘Mmm.’ She hummed, her wet lips starting a new trail over his abs. This time going south.

His phone buzzed again.

Before the woman could stop him mid-track, he stepped back, pushing his back against the tiled wall and holding a steady hand on her shoulder to keep her in place. She halted her administrations as she looked up in confusion, seeing Sy’s eyes flicker nervously over the phone in his hand, his other hand reaching for the stall door. Before turning the lock, he quickly pushed his erection in his pants, single handedly zipping it back up, leaving his belt unbuckled.

‘I’m so sorry doll. Looks like an emergency.’ He wrought his eyebrows together, giving her an apologetic look. She looked at him with confusion, still squatted down on the dirty floor, barely registering as he strode back to the bar with great haste.

Sy swung open the door, his thumb sliding over the screen to answer the call. His heart was beating wildly. She was calling him. Maybe..To speak? Invite him over? Was she near? He looked over his shoulder as the line crunched through it’s bad connection. All he saw was a bunch of people sitting on the sidewalk, their cigarettes burning in the thick night air.

‘Good evening. You are speaking with the North Texas State Hospital. Am I speaking with ..uh..Syverson?’ A female voice that was not hers. Suddenly the world fell away from him, his veins growing cold as the sweat on his hot back made him shiver. His jaw clenched as he took a strained breath. ‘Yes. Speaking.’ ‘I’m sorry to inform you…’

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His heart thundered as his legs carried him through the long grey hallway, his boots still sticking from the alcohol glazed floor in the bar…or was it just his heavy legs that felt like pure lead right now? He had balled up his fists so tightly the skin had turned white, his eyes nervously scanning over the signages. Room 201.4, room 201.5…room 201.6. He halted, his boots squeaking.

Breath Sy. Breath man.

He opened his hand, reaching for the door to push it open. Room 201.6. He had repeated it in his head a hundred times over as he had made his way here. But now he was standing here he was hesitant. He peered at his fingers on the pale green door. 201.6. This is it. Taking one more deep, forceful breath he pushed open the door, immediately seeing what he came for.

You.

Or whatever they had left of you. He quickly made way to your bed, feeling another shiver run over his back as his breath choked. It really was you. Half your face bandaged up, your skin bruised and scratched, tubes running from your arms. But also that deep auburn hair, those sweet apple shaped cheeks.

‘No..’ He breathed, forgoing all protocol as he leaned into you and pressed his lips against your forehead. ‘No..’ He cried, hot tears burning in his eyes. ‘Fuck.’ 

He pushed himself up ever so slightly to take another look at you. You were still every bit as pretty. Just like in his dreams. But unlike in his dreams he hadn’t protected you. Hadn’t been there for you. Hadn’t confessed what he had felt for so long.

‘Bug…’ He breathed, a sole tear running down his cheek before disappearing in his thick beard. ‘Oh god. I am so sorry. I’m so sorry. If only I had…’

Your hand wrapped around his neck.

He looked up, being greeted by your half opened eyes. ‘Sy..’ You croaked, your voice laced with sleep, your eyes already falling shut again.

‘Oh sweetness. Rest. It’s okay. I’ll be here. I’ll wait. I’ll always wait…’ He breathed, a soft relief coming over him as he noticed the slightest smile on your lips.

‘I …love you.’ He croaked, carefully looking at you as your face relaxed again in deep sleep. Yes. This time he wouldn’t leave your side.

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Deleted Scene: Remus grills Sirius about the full moon

This is the original, unedited hospital wing scene between Remus and Sirius from my fanfiction Jessamine & Lemon Balm. I cut it during a rewrite because it would have taken the story in a slightly different direction but when I went through my drafts I kind of liked it as an independent Wolfstar snippet...

“Was there anything worrisome tonight?” Remus asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Sirius immediately halted in his movements. Well.

“Moony, no.” Sirius lifted his head and met his gaze earnestly. “You’d never hurt us. And we don’t let you hurt anybody else.”

“But you are hurt,” Remus insisted and touched the little scratches again.

“I have worse bruises on my knee from sneaking around last week. I promise those scratches are nothing.”

Although he wasn’t quite convinced, Remus rested his head back onto the pillows and stared at the ceiling. “Okay, tell me.”

Sirius let his fingers wander along Remus’ chest. “Well, there was a very handsome wolf boy, who loved the moon very much and wanted to spend all night in its beautiful light…”

Remus felt his lips stretch into a smile. One of the things that had always freaked him out most about his transformations was the fact that he couldn’t remember anything he had done when the next morning came. But since his friends had started to join him, they had made a habit of recounting their nightly adventures once he was himself again.

At the beginning, they had taken turns, but more and more often, it seemed to be Sirius who stayed with him in the hospital wing while James and Peter took on the job of keeping up appearance for the four of them. But Remus liked Sirius’ stories best anyway. It always appeared to be the dog that the wolf let get closest. The one that he played and chased each other with.

“Being alone underneath the moonlight was cold and boring, though. This is why the wolf boy found himself a dog boy who was also lonely and cold and bored.” Sirius mimed two different characters with his fingers. “They spend the whole night cuddling and warming each other. And suddenly, they felt very happy and safe with the moon watching over them…The End.”

Remus drew his eyebrows together in confusion. Normally, these stories went very differently. A werewolf was still no lap dog after all.

“The End?” He asked sceptically.

“The End.” Sirius confirmed and patted his chest gently.

Remus lifted his head and squinted down at him. Sirius gave him a reassuring smile in return, but Remus could see its nervous edges. He also noticed the sudden twitch in Sirius’ fingers. His suspicion sky-rocketed.

“What are you hiding from me? That’s like…You know that this sounds like a pretty big reach.”

Sirius lowered his gaze and stared at his hand splayed on Remus’ nightshirt. “Don’t be mad…I…we don’t even really know…it’s nothing really…I just know you’ll freak out…but it was actually kind of…sweet?”

Remus gulped, suddenly dreading his answer. “What…what happened?”

Sirius took a deep breath and opened his mouth. Then he stopped, his eyes zeroing in Remus’ hand. “Give me your hand.”

“Wha...What?”

“Give me your hand,” Sirius said more determinately and reached out to grab it himself. Confusedly, Remus let him do as he had wanted to.

Carefully, Sirius pulled their arms into Remus’ sight and splayed his left hand against Remus’ right. “Do you see this hand? It’s a perfectly functioning hand.”

As if he wanted to prove a point, he wriggled his fingers and slipped them between Remus’, stretching and tightening them a few times. If possible, Remus was even more confused.

“Okay…,” he replied slowly, slightly distracted by the fact that Sirius was effectively holding his hand at the moment. “And…?”

Sirius curled his fingers again and tightened his grip on Remus’ skin. “I might have…,” he started haltingly. He bit his lip and avoided Remus’ gaze before he quickly rushed out: “...brokenmypawlastnight.”

“What?” Abruptly, Remus sat up, jostling Sirius into an upright position as well. Surprisingly, he felt no pain shooting through his body apart from an unpleasant twinge in his lower back.

This was what he had always been afraid of. That he would seriously hurt his friends during the full moon and nobody was around to safe them. They couldn’t even change back to heal themselves with their wands!

“Moony, it’s okay!” Sirius exclaimed quickly and tried to push him back onto the mattress. “Look, it’s fine! It’s-”

Sirius gave up on pressing his weight against him and nervously flailed his hands around instead. Remus grabbed both of his wrists and forced them to stay still. Sirius took a sharp breath.

“Which one?” Remus asked with husky voice, his eyes closed in fear. Sirius didn’t respond.

Slowly, Remus opened his eyes again and mustered Sirius sheepish, slightly pained expression. Instinctively, his gaze drifted to Sirius’ right hand, which was wrapped in a tight bandage. Quickly, Remus loosened the grip around his wrist.

“Shit! Sorry! Did I hurt you?!” Remus let go of Sirius’ other hand as well and cradled the injured one between his palms. “Did Madam Pomfrey not heal you?”

“No, it’s fine…and she did,” Sirius whispered quietly. “Well, most of it at least. She said if I was stupid enough to sneak around during a full moon, I could deal with healing the last of it the muggle way.”

Remus fell back onto his pillows and stared at the ceiling, an unsettling feeling suddenly spreading from his stomach to his throat. “You tried to trick me.”

“I’m…I’m sorry.” Sirius didn’t move.

“You deliberately lied to my face,” Remus continued and inhaled shakily. “Do you do that often?”

“No, I…not about the bad stuff anyway.”

Remus lifted his head a little and mustered Sirius who was fiddling with his sleeves, an unreadable but vulnerable expression on his face. It pulled at Remus’ heartstrings. He groaned and reached for Sirius to pull his head back onto his chest.

“No more lies,” he said sternly. Sirius snuggled into his side, relaxing slightly.

“Okay,” he whispered sheepishly.

“None at all. I want to know everything that happened last night.”

Sirius nodded reluctantly.

“Well?”

Hesitantly, Sirius cleared his throat. “It was an accident,” he started slowly. “We were racing each other and I misjudged and…you stopped in time, but I didn’t see the slope – only a chance to beat you – and…well, I just tumbled down in full speed and landed really badly.”

“Were you scared?” Remus asked, mustering him worriedly and more sympathetically.

Sirius sniffed a little. “Yeah. I mean, I was lucky that it was just a leg, but at the time I didn’t think like that, of course. It just hurt so badly and I could tell that Prongs and Wormtail were panicking and I just didn’t know how to get up again and carry on.”

Remus bit his lip and examined the peeling paint on the ceiling. He didn’t want to, but he needed to ask. “What did I-the wolf do? Did it try to attack you?”

Sirius didn’t respond. A few seconds passed. Sirius cleared his throat. Nothing.

“Padfoot…” Remus said warningly and forced his gaze back to his friend’s despite the fact that he was scared shitless.

Sirius squirmed against his side, not meeting Remus’ eyes.

“No. I…,” he finally gave in and if Remus didn’t know any better he’d think that he was turning as red as a beetroot. “The rest of the story…is actually…true?” Remus stared at him in confusion.

“What?” He asked eloquently.

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Did someone say Dani and Jamie holiday cuteness?

Title: White Christmas

Post-cannon, spoilers maybe?

Check it out on AO3 or read below

Feel free to hit me up with any prompt requests!

Dani assumed her position as wall flower. She leaned against the cool surface sipping her eggnog. It was a long-held family recipe that became more parts rum than eggnog as the years passed by. It wasn’t the most pleasant tasting drink in the world, but beggars can’t be choosers and well, Dani was desperate for an escape. Unable to shake off the nagging feeling she made a huge mistake by coming here.

She’d forgotten how exhausting it was to be around her family for an extended period of time. Especially, when alcohol was involved. They arrived at her mother’s house several hours ago. In that short amount of time, her mother announced to everyone that her renegade daughter finally returned home after running away to England, she’d received several agonizing speeches full of pity about her lost chance at marriage along with way too many pats on the head commending her commitment to single life, and her creepy uncle Bob managed to make serval passes at Jamie which he proceeded to cover up with feeble offers to set Jamie up with his son.

Dani downed another gulp of the rum flavored liquid effectively suppressing the vivid memories. Much to her relief, the evening festivities were fizzling out. Presents were opened, kids were scattered about enthralled with their gifts, tipsy adults were gathered all around, some picking on the cold remnants of the holiday feast, others consuming eggnog chatting at heightened volumes, and a few dancing along to Christmas music blaring from the radio.

Once upon a time, Dani was one of them. She was an excited child ripping open presents like a fiend, she loudly sung carols surrounded by family, and, not too long ago, she was just another lounging adult shooting the shit in a pleasant inebriated state. It seemed like a lifetime ago. In more ways than one, her time spent in Bly changed everything.

Dani tugged at the neck of her tacky sweater for relief. Her mother insisted they all wear them invoking the laws of holiday tradition. Dani felt stifled clad in the tight-fitting attire of the life she once had surrounded by the people she no longer fit in with. She contemplated sneaking out the back door, it was only a few meters away. No one would notice her sudden absence.

Well, almost no one.

As the crippling sense of isolation hit her like a wave, her savior Jamie appeared crossing the length of the living room. She wasn’t sure how, but Jamie managed wear the hand-me-down jumper with three plush, white snowmen on it and still looked absolutely stunning. Dani already felt herself relaxing as Jamie stood in front of her. She playfully quirked an eyebrow and, without warning, grabbed the eggnog from Dani’s hand downing the remaining contents in a matter of seconds. She grimaced at the taste before placing the empty glass on the shelf adjacent to Dani.

Jamie smiled extending her hand in front of Dani, “Shall we dance?”

Thankful for the distraction, Dani eagerly clasped Jamie’s hand allowing the brunette to pull her into the middle of the living room alongside a few other swaying couples. Jamie wrapped her free hand securely around Dani’s waist effectively drawing their bodies flush together. Dani clutched onto Jamie’s bicep with her free hand while continuing to hold the other off to the side. Within seconds, she succumbed to the warmth and security inside Jamie’s embrace. Dani rested the side of her head against Jamie’s closing her eyes and allowing Jamie to lead. Jamie hummed along to Bing Crosby’s White Christmas, her warm breath brushing along the shell of her ear.

Dani nestled further into Jamie’s body. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” She whispered into Jamie’s ear as they swayed together.

She felt Jamie smiling against her cheek “Once or twice.”

Despite the sense of safety in Jamie’s arms, Dani felt like an imposter carrying along like everything was normal within the walls of her childhood home.

She pulled back looking at Jamie. “Do you want to step outside for a minute?” She asked darting her eyes towards the exit. Jamie followed her line of sight towards the back door. She nodded in agreement. Dani laced their fingers together leading Jamie out of the house onto the back porch.

Once she was outside, Dani could finally breathe with ease. Jamie looked on with concern.

“Sorry.” Dani began squeezing Jamie’s hand like a life-line. “I can’t shake the nagging thought that coming here was a bad idea. It’s just.. I’m not, I’m not a part of this anymore. Everything is different. I’m different. It was selfish of me to bring all of that back here.”

Tears welled up in her eyes threatening to fall. Jamie moved in closer, lowering her body so her eyeline was equal with Dani’s. Her voice was soft and full of compassion. “It’s understandable you wanted to see your family before…” Jamie’s sentence trailed off as if she couldn’t bring herself to finish.

“Yeah…” Dani sighed heavily. The emotional dam was breached. A stream of tears cascaded down her face. Jamie quickly wiped them away with her thumbs. She pulled Dani in for a hug. Dani clung to her back, body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed into Jamie’s shoulder.

“There, there Poppins.” Jamie cooed. “We came here of our own free will which means we can leave whenever we like. Even as early as first light tomorrow, if you’re up for it. We can go anywhere you’d like.”

Dani sniffled. “That sounds really nice.” She admitted wiping the remaining tears on the back of her sleeve.

Jamie was smiling at her with specks of moonlight shimmering in her hazel eyes. Dani wasn’t sure if she would ever get used to the way Jamie looked at her, like she was the center of her world.

“All right.” Jamie began, “We’ve got the beginnings of an escape plan. Since this is your neck of the woods and all, I’ll leave the details to you.” They shared a lighthearted laugh together. She placed a chaste peck on Jamie’s cheek and then pulled her in for another embrace. They stayed like that for a while. The wind rustling through the thick forest set a tranquil mood. Dani found peace. Her fears fading away into the night. Despite all aftermath to come from the events at Bly, she knew how fortunate she was to have found Jamie. Something she would be grateful for as long as she lived.

She glanced over Jamie’s shoulder. In the light of the crescent moon, she spotted a few rogue snow flurries. She smiled to herself. The cogs of her mind working through the details of their great escape.

“Let’s head back inside. It’s getting chilly.” Dani said. Jamie pulled back with a cheeky grin plastered on her face. “We could call it an early night. I can think of a few ways to warm you up.”

Dani became ignited with a different type of warmth coursing through her body. She quickly pulled Jamie inside leaving the chill of the night behind them.

Dani woke the next morning before the sun. She detangled herself from Jamie’s limbs careful not to arouse the sleeping beauty beside her. She knew she had until sunrise to get everything together before Jamie woke up. Ever the dedicated gardener, Jamie had a pesky habit of waking up with the sun even on her days off.

She quietly dressed in a non-holiday themed sweater, her warmest and most durable trousers, and fuzzy calf-length socks. After she was decent, Dani tipped toed out of the bedroom silently closing the door behind her. She proceeded down the stairs. Her first stop was the attached garage. She scanned the shelves for an open box labeled “Camping supplies”.  From the box, she grabbed an intact, well-worn nap-sack, a steel Thermos, and one mildly dusty plaid blanket. She stashed the blanket in the bag and went back into the house.

Her next stop was the kitchen to gather the remaining supplies. She rustled together a collection of Tupperware left-overs, ripe fruits, and, Christmas cookies. After squirreling the edibles inside the nap-sack, she whipped up a batch of hot cocoa. As she poured the last droplets of the piping hot chocolate into the Thermos, she noticed the first rays of sunshine peeking through the forest and into the kitchen. After securing the lid, she dashed upstairs as quietly a possible.

Thankfully, Jamie was still asleep exactly as she’d left her. Dani crept past her into the closet to search for the last items they needed. Unfortunately, the extra pair of hiking boots were located on the top shelf just out of reach. She cursed her small stature as she struggled on her tippy toes. Her fingers just barely poking the fabric. Determined and also frustrated, she grabbed a flip-flop from the bottom of her closet and used it to poke and prod the boots. She managed to successfully finagle the first one, almost yelping with success when it cascaded down into her open palm. The second shoe was proving to be a bit more challenging. This one was wedged between an unmarked box of who knows what and mountain of clothing she collected over the years. She managed to eventually knock it loose along with various other items which all came tumbling down on top of her and eventually fell to the floor with a loud thud. Pouting under a pile of clothes and clutching a pair of scuffed hiking boots, is how Jamie found her.

“What’s goin’ on in here?” Jamie asked her voice husky from sleep. She leaned with one arm against the door frame. Dani peeled off the rogue fabrics clinging to her body tossing the unwanted garments towards the back of the closet. She moved towards Jamie placing a kiss on her cheek and handing her the hiking boots. “These are for you.”

Jamie’s face scrunched in confusion. Dani noticed another item she was searching for sitting on her dresser. “Ah ha!” She exclaimed grabbing the silver Nikon camera which by some miracle still had a roll of usable film loaded within. Jamie tilted her head in amusement while awkwardly dangling the boots by their laces. “Umm, I love ya and all, but I reckon it’s a bit early for a fashion show and photo shoot.”

“Oh, no! This is all part of our adventure today. You know, the whole escaping from here plan. It involves a short hike through the forest.” Dani stammered.

“Ah, all right then. Let me freshen up so we can get a move on.” Jamie said heading off to the bathroom.

Jamie changed into her own winter appropriate attire while Dani collected the satchel of provisions and slung the camera strap around her neck. The pair headed down into the kitchen to snatching a few extra cookies to munch on for breakfast before exiting the kitchen trough the back door leading onto the back porch.

Dani watched with glee as Jamie froze on the balcony in awe over the frosted forest that lay before them. Dani took a quick photo to capture the moment. The click of the shutter drew Jamie’s attention.

“What was that for?” Jamie asked.

Dani grinned in triumph, “To remember your first look at a real-life white Christmas in, well, not in Vermont, but we’re in the America so it still counts.”

Jamie bit her bottom lip averting Dani’s gaze focusing instead on digging the back of her heel into the snow, “Of course you remembered.” Her voice laced with affection.

Dani’s heart fluttered in her chest causing her to smile. She grabbed Jamie’s hand. “Come on, there is more to see.”

They took a short hike through thicket. The sentient pines crowded out the rays of sun. Their boots crunching on the freshly fallen snow with every step they took. It was peaceful, serine; as if they existed in their own haven.

Every so often Jamie would stop them to point out notable local flora. Her eyes beaming with enthusiasm, talking animatedly about each and every plant, and waving her hands as if she were conjuring a story to life. Dani couldn’t help but snap a few photos during Jamie’s enthusiastic botany lesions. Every frame capturing Jamie in her element. Each photo evidence of the passionate woman full of life Danie was falling more in love with every day.

After crossing a small, winding stream, the pair arrived at Dani’s favorite spot. Just beyond the pine forest was a look-out point with an unobstructed view of the rolling hills blanketed in snow.

“It’s so beautiful.” Jamie said awestruck by the scenery. Dani wasn’t at all enraptured by the familiar landscape. All she could focus on was Jamie. Her cheeks rosy from the hike, wisps of curls peeking out underneath her beanie, her eyes sparkling with wonder. “Yeah,” Dani whispered looking at Jamie, “it is.”

She managed to tear her gaze away from Jamie long enough to take a photo, one she hoped to frame and hang in their London flat. Dani placed the nap-sack on the ground, spread out the blanket on a flat surface, and proceeded to unpack the bag. Eventually, Jamie turned away from the winter wonderland.

“I thought we could stay here for a while. Have ourselves a little picnic.” Dani patted the vacant half of the blanket next to her as an invitation to join. Jamie smiled, nodding in agreement. She took a seat next to Dani, sitting cross legged with her elbows resting on her knees. Dani pulled out the Thermos of hot chocolate. She unscrewed the lid and poured a generous amount into it. She handed the makeshift cup to Jamie.

“Mhmm, it’s still warm.” Jamie said as she inhaled the heavenly scent.

Dani held the silver container near Jamie’s cup of coco.

“A toast, to the first of many white Christmases.” Dani said smiling at Jamie.

Jamie grinned, clinking their vessels together. “To many more, Poppins. Cheers!”

They sipped their drinks in celebration to the first of many special days together.

[backtobackbakubabe]

Baby It’s Cold Outside (PART 1)

Bakugo x Reader 

Reader is cold and Bakugo is irritated

*Smut-ish 

Words : 2455 

Written: 12/4/2019

Requested: No

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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It’s freezing outside, and did you bring a jacket? No. you did not. Why? Because like Bakugo would say... you were an idiot. But you already walked too far to turn around and go back for it now. So you’re just going to need to suck it up and deal with it. 

You were walking with Kirishima, Mina, and Bakugo to go get some coffee at a nearby coffee house. You lived in the same apartment complex as Bakugo and Kirishima and Mina lived together a little way down the street. So you all had made a habit of getting together once or twice a month when you weren't too busy with hero work to get coffee and catch up. Well you and Bakugo didn't need to catch up, you saw enough of each other, almost too much. You had been paired together for patrol ever since you graduated and it drove him nuts. 

He was constantly complaining about how dumb you were, and how slow, and how all you did was hold him back. At first you’d go home at night and cry and question if being a hero was worth it. Eventually though you grew a thick skin and now all his yelling just goes in one ear and out the other. 

Now here you are visibly shivering, and would you look at that? It’s snowing. You huffed as you pulled the sleeves of your sweater down a little further to cover your now numb fingers. 

You could see Mina holding hands with Kirishima a few steps ahead of you. They were so cute. Kirishima took one look at her red face and took off his scarf and wrapped it around her before planting a sickeningly sweet kiss to her cheek. 

“Tsk. Get a room!” You looked next to you at very grump looking Katsuki. Hands shoved in his pockets, snow starting to dampen his blonde hair making some of it stick to his forehead. 

You nudged his with your elbow, “Hey let them be in love in peace. She’s just cold and he's being nice.” 

He rolled his eyes at you, “Well she’s a grown ass women. She knew it was going to be cold and yet she still didn't dress appropriately. If you ask me she’s just a moron.” 

It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Well we’re only walking a few blocks so maybe she thought it wouldn't be that bad...” 

He smirked that god awful smirk he only uses when he’s about to be mean to you, “Are we still talking about Mina? Or you? Because we both already knew you were stupid, so it didn't surprise me when you walked out without a jacket.”

That was it. You were cold, you were miserable, and you were not in the mood for his shit. You ignored the protest of your already freezing fingers and leaned over and picked up some snow. You carefully packed it into a tight ball before tossing in the direction of the hot headed asshole. 

*THWACK* It hit him square in the back of the head. 

He froze. You could see both of his palms crackling with mini explosions as he tried to contain his anger, “OI! Shitty hair! You guys go on without us I think Y/n needs to go back to get a jacket! We’ll catch up later...” 

Oh shit this couldn't be good... He's getting rid of the witnesses. 

When they rounded a corner and were no longer in sight Bakugo slowly turned until he was facing you, glaring at you with those haunting red eyes. Is this how villains feel when he stares them down? How do they not piss themselves? He’s terrifying... 

He took one step towards you and you took off back towards the apartment. Sprinting as hard as you could. You could hear him gaining on you so you held your breath and used your quirk. You could teleport but only up to 50 yards and you had to be able to visualize were you were going. When you held your breath you would disappear and when you breathed back in you would reappear. So it was hard to do over and over again without running out of breath. And he fucking knew that. He worked with you every day. 

You heard him yelling behind you, “Get back here you little shit! I’m going to teach you a lesson you won't EVER FORGET” He lunged for you right as you teleported again. “Stop fucking doing that!” 

You were maybe a block away when you started to get dizzy from running and holding your breath to teleport. You had maybe one good one left before you’d have to stop and catch your breath. You could hear him behind you but before you could teleport anywhere you were tackled to the ground. 

Before you knew it you were completely pinned with Bakugo’s knees on either side of you. You finally got the nerve to look at him and his eyes looked pissed but his smirk gave him away. He was having fun with this little cat and mouse game. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you run so hard. Are you really that scared of me.” 

Your lips were trembling now, from the cold or from the adrenaline pumping through you, you weren't sure. “That depends on how mad you are...” 

He took your chin in his hand running his thumb over your lip to stop its shivering, “Oh I’m mad. But I can think of better ways to teach you a little respect...” His voice was soft and husky. A stark contrast to his usual aggressive yelling you usually received. You couldn't help it you leaned up and captured his lips with yours. You had no idea what has possessed you to do it. It only lasted a moment before he pulled back giving you an awed expression. 

Before you even had time to process what just happened he stood up and grabbed you hand yanking you up roughly. You noticed he didn't let go of your hand as he started pulling you in the direction of the apartment building. His hands were so warm compared to your frozen ones and it felt so nice. 

“I thought you were going to teach me a lesson?” 

You could hear him chuckle, “I am, but you’re soaked and freezing. I’m not an animal.” 

He yanked you through the front door of the building and to the elevator. Anxiety was starting to creep into your stomach. What was happening? Your hand was still firmly grasped in his and he didn't look like he planned to let it go any time soon... 

As soon as the elevator doors closes he pushed you against the wall and started leaving sloppy kisses down your neck. Stopping only to give you a hard bite on you shoulder. That was definitely going to leave a mark. Only the ding of the elevator pulled you from your haze. He was off again pulling you around like a rag doll. 

“Hey this isn't my floor...” 

He squeezed your hand a little tighter, “No shit captain obvious. We’re on my floor.” 

“...Oh.” It was then that you realized you had never seen Bakugo’s apartment. You didn't even know what floor he was on until right this moment. 

He only let go of your hand to unlock his door but before he manhandle you through it you teleported inside. He needed to know he wasn't just going to toss you around as he pleased. You were a hero too after all. 

You found yourself sitting on his bed in the corner of his studio apartment looking at his confused face as he stared at where you had been standing only moments okay, “Real cute y/n.” 

His head snapped over to you as you let out a soft giggle. He closed the door and stalked over to you and you could feel heat pool into your stomach. Had you fantasized about Bakugo before? Of course he’s very attractive. But it was never on purpose. He always found a way to sneak into your dreams.... wait is that what this is. Are you having another one of your weird dreams? You pinched your thigh hard enough to bruise to make sure... how cliche. But nope this was very real. 

He carded his hand through your hair, settling his hand at the back of your neck. “You still look like you're freezing. What do you say we get you out of those wet clothes?” 

You lost your ability to think let alone speak, so you simply nodded. 

He moved his hands to your waist and slipped his hands under your soaked sweater slowly pulling it up and over your head. He threw it to his floor beside the bed and quickly leaned over you kissing your chest and stomach. With expert hands he unhooked your bra in seconds before taking your nipple in his mouth. You gave a satisfied moan as he continued his handiwork, trailing down until he reached your jeans. With one quick confirming look at you he unbuttoned them and slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, pulled them down until they had joined your sweater and bra. 

He was kissing up your calf and thigh until he reached the spot you had pinched yourself earlier and he stopped. You winced as he gave it a slight push. He brushed his thumb over it before he kissed it, “Did I do that? Earlier when we were rolling around on the ground?” 

You put your hand in his hair as he continued his trail up and closer to your inner thigh, “... uh no... actually that was me... I uh... I pinched myself. A little too hard I guess.” 

He stopped and looked at you like you had lost your mind. “But why?” 

You averted your eyes and your cheeks flushed red. 

He slapped his hand right in your most sensitive area still covered by a thin layer of underwear and you saw stars, “Why did you pinch yourself?” 

You took a deep breath trying to clear your head and then you blurted out, “I wanted to make sure this wasn't a dream...” 

His confused glare turned into a knowing smirk, “Do you often dream of me?” He hooked his fingers in your underwear slowly dragging them down. You simply nodded. “And what do we do in these dreams?” 

When you didn't answer he bit your inner thigh so so close to wear you really wanted him. 

“THIS! I dream about this! Please Katsu!” 

That was all he needed to hear as he dipped his head and took your clit in his mouth. He stuck his middle finger in and started pumping it in and out of you, “Shit babe... you’re already so wet.” He added another finger and moaned, “And tight too. God you’re perfect.” 

His actions along with his words had your eyes rolling back in pleasure. It didn't take long before your legs began to shake. 

“Kat... Katsu.. I’m.. I’m going to....” 

He ripped himself away from you and you whimpered in frustration, “Not yet! You still need to be taught some respect.” His words had you squirming. 

He stood up and finally took off his shirt. You immediately sat up and ran you hand up his abs. You were a women possessed. You just wanted to touch every part of him. He just chuckled as he kissed your forehead before shoving you back into the mattress. “Be patient damn it!” 

He stepped out of his pants and underwear. His rock hard dick slapping him in his rock hard stomach. You were practically drooling. 

He returned to the mattress this time he hovered over you and lined himself up with your entrance. “If you want me to stop please tell me now.” 

You reached up and cupped the back of his head and pulled his down to you so you could plant a heated kiss on his lips, “Don’t you fucking dare stop.” 

He smirked as he pushed into you, thriving in your moans of pleasure. 

“Oh baby! I fit so perfectly! It’s like your pussy was made for me. Like you were made for me... fuck.” 

He picked your legs up and hooked them over his shoulders as he pounded into you, hitting that secret spot in you every time. White overtook your vision as your legs began to shake. “Katsu PLEASE!” 

Sweat was building up on his chest and you could tell he was close as well. “Alright baby, go ahead. Cum for me!” 

And just like that waves of pleasure took over you with Bakugo finishing not far behind you. 

He wrapped you in his arms, your cheek resting on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and started running his fingers through your hair. You snuggled in a bit closer before he pulled your chin up to look at him, “As much as I’d love to lay here with you... We kinda need to get going. Shitty hair and shitty hair’s girlfriend are waiting for us.” 

You pouted, “You can't possibly expect me to walk three blocks in my cold, wet, clothes after what was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had.I don’t even know if I can walk!” 

You could feel his chest vibrate with soft laughter, “Best you ever had huh? Well I tell you what. I promise to give you three more of those when we get home.” 

You gave him a cheeky grin, “I don't knoooooow.” 

He suddenly sprang up and started to tickle you, “Get your ass out of my bed and get dressed!” 

“FINE!” you giggled as you got up and walked around a his apartment a bit. You couldn't help but notice his eyes follow your naked body. “What floor was this again?” 

He gave you a weird look, “Uh four.. why?”

“Is your apartment right above mine?” 

“Yes, I only know that because I can hear you singing all the time. You sound like a dying....” 

Before he could finish you teleported down to your own apartment and could hear him yelling from his apartment above you, “I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THAT.” Oh this was going to be fun.

You quickly threw on new clothes and teleported right back. “Tada!” 

“Fucking shit! Warn me next time!”

It was hard to take him seriously when he he couldn't keep the goofy grin off his face. 

He stepped up and you wound your arms around his neck. Taking in that damn cinnamon smell again. “Here.” He held a hoodie in his hand. “Cant have you getting cold now can we.”