#i'm just an idiot who likes bastards who yell :<

[themissinghand]

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint Have You Seen My Werepuppy?

Summary: In which our lovely regressor turned into a werewolf and craves your attention. (Or Kim Dokja wants some love too)

Pairing: Yoo Joonghyuk x GN! Reader x Kim Dokja 

Note: Love these two idiots to death. So here is a fluffy short.

Warning: None.

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[New Scenario available]

[Only available to incarnation "Yoo Joongyhyuk"]

[Accept?]

[Yes/No]

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ urges incarnation "Yoo Joonghyuk" to accept the scenario]

"What is the reward?" Yoo Joonghyuk says, suspicious of his intentions. 

[10,000 coins]

"What do I have to do?" 

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ tells incarnation "Yoo Joonghyuk" to make a choice quickly before he offers it to other incarnations] 

Yoo Joonghyuk twitched his eyebrow before he glared at the floating blue screen. 

"Don't you dare." Han Sooyoung (who believed she was at the wrong place and wrong time), warned him. 

"If it's something dangerous, I'm not going to take responsibility for your sorry ass." 

"Shut up."

Without another moment of thought, Yoo Joonghyuk accepted the scenario. 

"You idiot-"

A bright light and Yoo Joonghyuk prepared himself for a fight. 

But once the bright light faded away, there was nothing but a blue screen in front of him. 

He heard a dramatic gasp beside him, but his focus was on the blue screen. His eyes widened before he dropped to the ground on one knee and he felt his body change.

He can hear Loki, that bastard, and Han Sooyoung just laughing at him.

“For a scary bastard like you, you have a fluffy ass tail!”

Kim Dokja wasn't sure what he was witnessing. 

Everyone was panicking, to say the least, and you weren’t there. 

Perfect. 

A growling Yoo Joonghyuk in werewolf form. His sword was gripped tightly in his hand, and no matter what others were yelling, he wouldn't budge. It was as if he was protecting his territory, and Kim Dokja assumed it was because of his new transformation. 

Kim Dokja curses at whichever constellation that did this.

Kim Dokja felt a chill down his spine when the protagonist met his eyes. It was glaring at him like a mad dog, while grinding his teeth and brandishing his sword.

What did he do now? He didn't even do anything!

What could he even do? When that sunfish is swinging swords at whoever comes close? When that bastard is so angry that he is emitting such a murderous aura? 

Damn you protagonist! 

"What's going on?" Kim Dokja let out a sign of relief when you walked to his side.

You who had just come back from your training with Jung Heewon, and were very much tired to deal with this, but came anyway. 

After all, it is the sunfish bastard that you and Kim Dokja know very well.

As a fellow reader who committed to finishing the longest web novel in history, you bet that you would be here (with Kim Dokja) to make sure the protagonist survives. 

That is what you two swore upon after the world turned upside down. Just an oath between readers, as friends, to survive.

"That idiot turned into a werewolf!"

Thanks Han Sooyoung. 

"Is it Loki again?" You responded immediately and Kim Dokja returned a nod and a sigh.

“God Dammit. Alright, so Dokja, any plans or…” 

Dokja put a hand on your shoulder, “Nope, I got none-”

Holy shit, did Yoo Joonghyuk just growl at him? 

Kim Dokja heard a sigh beside him and something about more work before his best friend walked ahead. 

"(Y/N)! Don't get too close!" 

"That ahjussi went crazy!"

"Stay back! You're not a match for Master!"

The kids yelled and even Kim Dokja wanted to stop you, but after he saw how calm and collected you were, Kim Dokja held back. 

As always, you were confident and quick to adapt in any situation. Perhaps you noticed something about the werewolf state.

Until Kim Dokja saw you unbuttoning the top button and exposing your neck-

"(Y/N)! What are you doing?" Kim Dokja flushes. He would have rushed to your side if Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't ready to pounce on him.

"What a big angry pup." Kim Dokja hopes that his best friend won't be cut in half. 

But it was odd. The closer you went, the less fussy that sunfish seemed. In fact, when you stood in front of the growling wolf, the wolf seem to stop and wonder as well.

On how in the world that this little person wasn't afraid of him, and why they was exposing their neck-

“(Y/N)!”

You put up both hands in surrender before you spoke.

"Put down your sword, Joonghyuk-ah." 

Slowly (shockingly), the protagonist lowered his sword. Then, he just stared. 

What the fuck is happening? 

The sunfish hugged you and buried his face deep in the older's shoulder. Wait no, the Yoo Joonghyuk was sniffing your neck like a wolf. 

You and Kim Dokja let out a long sigh.

"(Y/N)?" 

"Yes?" Kim Dokja flinched when Yoo Joonghyuk growled at him and wrapped both arms around you possessively. 

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" 

"I'm fine. At least for now."

"Shouldn't we try to reverse this?" 

"We could, but we don't know what scenario Joonghyuk-ah got. Whatever it is, I'm assuming he must finish it. Right Loki?"

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ is nodding in agreement]

"Then shouldn't we try to get Master to communicate with us?" 

You rubbed the little wolf’s head and the other responded by rubbing his head back. 

Who would have thought that Yoo Joonghyuk could be tamed? 

Kim Dokja on the other hand, felt like whatever this scenario was, Yoo Joonghyuk was taking full advantage of it, seeing how the wolf kept looking his way in a smug way.

"He can't read, write, or speak, but he can fight like a wolf, and recognize people. Though if there is one thing about the scenario, it most likely has something to do with me." 

“Yea, and against me.” You chuckled at your best friend’s annoyed face, and he rolled his eyes. 

"Alright, alright, give me a day and I’ll see if I can figure it out. I'm gonna spend a day with this baby wolf." 

“Baby wolf? More like a beast.” Han Sooyoung quipped, and many agreed. 

You on the other hand had no issues, even while feeling the wolf’s sharp teeth against your neck. You thought it was cute that the Yoo Joonghyuk wanted your attention.

"If we're talking about taming animals, usually it would be Gilyoung-ah and Yoosung-ah to take care of it. But this one bites. So I'll take care of it." The children nod reluctantly. 

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is amused by this situation]

While others seem a bit hesitant, after your reassurance, they trusted you to figure this out. Kim Dokja on the other hand, was very worried, and so decided to stay in the vicinity in case anything were to go wrong.

"Now then," You lean back into Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest and his body, feeling his body engulf your smaller one. 

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is cooing at how cute you two look]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ have sponsored you 1000 coins]

"Let's tame a wolf."

Kim Dokja couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous (just a little), as he watched his best friend invest all of their attention on the protagonist. 

And he knows that the werewolf is happy and smug about it! 

When you feed Yoo Joonghyuk, when you groom him, and when you have to physically entertain him, Kim Dokja knew this was a scenario to mess with him. 

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ hints to Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to steal Incarnation ‘(Y/N)’ away]

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ agrees and urges Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to be a brave man]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is excited for the drama to unfold and is at the edge of her seats]

Kim Dokja sighs and before he could say anything, you called. 

“Dokja! I think I know what it is now!”

Kim Dokja widen his eyes in relief, finally-

“I think he just wants to make you jealous, so you have to kiss him or something. Like Beauty and the Beast!” 

Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ squeals]

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is pulling out his hair]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is questioning your IQ but encourages anyway]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ have sponsored you 1000 coins]

“Haha, just kidding, look at your faces. Ow, Hey!” Yoo Joonghyuk nibs at your neck, leaving another mark. 

“(Y/N)...” Kim Dokja groans in frustration.

“But I do know the solution.” You say while suddenly standing up, knocking the wolf in his chin, and in that swift moment, you flipped your positions, with the wolf under your knee.

“You’re a good boy aren’t you?” 

In the next moment, you kissed the fluttered wolf on his nose and then whispered in his ear, 

“What a good boy.” In the most seductive voice you can mutter. 

“(Y/N)?!” Kim Dokja blushed slightly at how provocative you and Yoo Joonghyuk's position looked. 

One part of him want to be in that position too-

“Alright, you got what you wanted right? Loki?” 

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ is happy]

“What? What did he want?” Kim Dokja was confused in the midst of all the messages from literally every constellation.

Until Kim Dokja saw it.

Yoo Joonghyuk in his human form, blushing.

Under you. 

It didn’t last long before he violently reacted and wanted to murder both of you, but by then, you and Kim Dokja had already ran for your lives, and you with a picture in your hand.

“Worth it!” 

“Bruh, you’re telling me the Yoo Joonghyuk has a praise kink?” 

Han Sooyoung began running too.

“Oh and Dokja,” Kim Dokja looked your way, and suddenly he received a peck on his cheek. 

“Don’t sulk just because you didn’t get a kiss.” 

“Wha-” Kim Dokja flushed and put a hand to cover it.

“Don’t worry, you’re a good boy too.” 

“(Y/N)!” He screeches as he suddenly sprints faster away in embarrassment.

“(Y/N)! Collect your wolf hubby!” 

"I'm going to kill you (Y/N)!"

The chaos lasted for a bit, and in the midst of all that chaos, Loki was able to auction the video and images of every moment in the scenario. 

Needless to say, Uriel and Secretive Plotter was definitely winning the majority of that auction.

[sexydoffyman]

May I please request monster trio HC’s reacting to their sensitive fem!s/o (who’s sensitive to being yelled at) not only being yelled at by a complete stranger but being harassed by them? Basically just them stumbling upon the sight of their s/o being grabbed by the hair while being yelled at.

Also if possible to mention could you do pre time skip instead of post?

Hope it’s not too much for you<3

Have a great day:) (btw it’s completely ok if you decide not to do this since this is very specific)

SENSITIVE

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genre: fluff

characters: Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Sanji

word count: 707

A/N: sorry Sanji is a little short. But really. No one really gives a shit.🦬

RORONOA ZORO

You were shopping for the crew when you accidentally dropped a can of beans on the ground.

You didn't think much of it and just went to pick it up.

You weren't even able to reach for it when some old man started yelling at you.

"That's why women belong in the kitchen!"

You looked at him with your heart racing.

You were scared, so you closed your eyes and put your hands in front of yourself just in case.

Fortunately, the idiot of a boyfriend you had stumbled into the shop because he got lost.

He was confused since Sanji was in the kitchen on their ship.

He came close to the man and leaned down.

"So if a woman is supposed to cook, then the man is supposed to fight, right?"

The man looked at him with an annoyed face. He wanted to scold the brat.

Unfortunately for the man, the only thing he saw was a fist right in front of his face.

He flinched and fell on the floor, but to his surprise, Zoros's fist didn't make contact with his face.

You were the one who stopped his punch from landing on the bastard's face.

Zoro laughed "Well look who just got saved by a woman." He said with a mocking grin on his face.

You thought that you did the right thing.

But apparently, the man didn't.

He grabbed your hair to pull you back.

Just in a second Zoro's sword almost cut the man's arm off.

He stopped when the man fell on his ass again. Trembling in fear.

Zoro took your hand and ran out with you. Not willing to pay for the food.

Zoro doesn't care to make a little mess in the town or a village you're in

He is warned by Nami that he will bring attention to the fact that pirates are in the town.

He will not hesitate to cut off some civilian's arms.RIP can of beans

MONKEY D. LUFFY

You were checking out some bars that the crew could hang out at until the log pose found a new island.

You walked into one bar, and immediately some drunken idiot started yelling at how you can't even properly close the door.

You apologized, but apparently, that wasn't enough.

The man walked in front of you and smirked.

"You think a bitch like you should even be here?" He said mockingly.

He grabbed your hair to pull you closer to his face, to which you let out a quiet whine.

He stopped as you both heard something unusual.

"NIKUUUUU"

The man stood there in confusion.

You, on the other hand, ducked, knowing what was coming.

Suddenly, Luffy came flying through the door knocking the man down in the process.

Not you, tho.

You ducked.

You ran beside him, looking uncomfortable.

"WHADUUUP" Luffy greeted you.

The man stood up. "I'm gonna kill both of you, you bastards!"

Luffy gave him a glance and said "How?"

To a normal person, it would seem as if he was trying to be rude. You knew that he was just confused.

The man threw a punch Luffy's way.

Luffy just stretched, scaring the shit out of him.

"Oh, he fell asleep... Oh well NIKUUUU"

SANJI

He was actually with you.

You think he would ever leave your side? Well, you thought wrong.

Sanji only looked away for a second.

Some rando laughed at you and slapped you in the face.

"Do you break all mirrors you look at?" He laughed at you.

As soon as Sanji heard that sentence leave the rando's mouth, his leg was in his face.

You didn't even have time to flinch at the slap. Sanji looked at you "Are you all okay, mademoiselle?"

The way his eyes softened with worry made you feel so relieved that he didn't let the man continue.

He grabbed your hand and took you to Robin, who was standing close by reading a book.

"Robin-chan, please stay with y/n for a while."

He ran off to beat that man's ass again.

He wouldn't let a man slapping a woman just slide that easily.

The man's face won't be the only thing that will not function after this encounter.

[starry-eyes-love]

Never Letting You Go

Masterlist

Pairing | Agent Javier Pena x Agent F!Reader

Summary | What starts out as a shitty Valentine’s Day turns into everything that you’ve ever wanted.  Javi treats you the way you need, by never letting you go.

A/N: First time writing for Javier's character, forgot this was in the vault. Enjoy

(As a reminder I'm no longer doing tag lists, make sure to turn on notifications on my page for when I post).

Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut

Language, angst, mentions of prostitution and Agent work, mentions of the cartel, mentions of cheating (from your previous relationship), grinding, mentions of penetrative sex, soft fluffy moments.   

Word Count: 5.5K

“Fuck baby,” he said, grinding against your ass with a little bit more force. “Do you feel that?  See, that’s what you fucking do to me woman.” Javi was now rocking harder into you, giving you slow deep thrusts. You could feel his hard outline in his pants as he was seated firmly against you. “This is what you’ve always done to me. I don’t hate you, fuck baby, I like you. I want you. So if you’ll shut up long enough, then maybe you’ll hear me say it.”

Today was Valentine's Day, and usually this was something that didn’t concern Javier Peña. He was a DEA agent that was in the middle of trying to bring down drug dealers and drug lords, he didn’t have time to be concerned about feelings or emotions on a specific day on the calendar.  But yet here he was, in the files room pacing back and forth, trying to calm his nerves.  Javier was never nervous when it came to the opposite sex. He usually was always so calm, cool, and collected when handling them.  Well, except for today that is, and especially when dealing with you. Somehow you had gotten under his skin just enough that now he was pacing back and forth, mind racing of what to do if you didn't like the gift that he just left you on your desk. He was so lost in his own head that he didn’t hear the door open and Steve Murphy step in.  

“Javi, what the hell are you-” Steve said, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Javi pacing back and forth, running his hand down his face.

“She ain’t gonna like the gift. Why did you say it was from you and not a secret admirer? Jesus. Soy un idiota (I’m such an idiot).” Javi mumbled to himself.

“You got a lady a Valentine’s gift there Peña?” Murphy said, slamming the files on the desk and causing Javi to jump.  Javi just stood there, not answering his friend and fellow DEA agent’s question.  Steve, seeing how nervous Javi was, continued to tease him slightly. “Who’s the lucky girl, Peña?”

Before he could answer, they both heard you marching down the hall, yelling, “Peña, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, you arrogant bastard.” 

About a year ago you were transferred to Columbia in an attempt to assist in the capture of Pablo Escobar. At first, you were excited about serving your country and bringing the bad guys to justice. That was before meeting your two male DEA partner’s, however.  The first time you met Steve Murphy and Javier Peña it was love at first insult. You were the head female DEA agent hired to work alongside them in helping bring down the Medellín Cartel, and subsequently Pablo Escobar.  However, your transfer to Columbia somehow pissed both of them off.  

Since you had arrived, all those two idiots did was piss you off one way or another.  They were the biggest source of your headaches and irritations to date, and one of the biggest reasons why you hated your current job. They wouldn’t listen to you, and they continuously left you out of the loop on information. To make matters worse, when they got bored you were the target of their practical jokes, like today.

Today was Valentine’s Day, and one day on the calendar that you wished you could just completely remove. You hated Valentine’s Day with a passion, ever since you found your ex-fiance balls deep in your sister on Valentine’s Day one year ago.  It was after that you found out that the man who you thought loved you had always cheated on you with your sister, from Moment. Fucking. One.  You were together five years with him, and apparently all those five years he was also fucking your sister every chance he got. You were happy to hear that her husband caught them in bed and had filed for a divorce.  You thought it was poetic how she lost a man who made a shit ton of money for an asshole who could hardly pay rent for his shitty apartment.  So when you took the job transfer to Columbia you felt okay with the situation that had happened, as shitty as it sounded.  

But then last night your sister called you and informed you that she was getting married, and that she was pregnant too. She advised you that it would be best if you didn’t attend the wedding because of hard feelings the two of you had. When you asked who the soon-to-be husband and dad was, she had informed you that it was your ex-fiance and that they both were happy they found someone that loved them deeply. As soon as you heard that, you told her to ‘go to fucking hell,’ and then slammed the phone down. Out of anger and rage you grabbed the bottle of alcohol that was on the counter, and downed most of it in one go. Yeah, you weren’t going to that fucking wedding. 

When you woke up and realized it was Valentine’s Day, you seriously contemplated calling in work sick.  But you remembered that you had a morning meeting with your bosses and you knew that Javi and Steve wouldn’t show up.  So you begrudgingly got up and showered, swearing underneath your breath of how life wasn’t fair.  You hated today, Valentine’s Day, with a passion.  Six years ago you met your ex on Valentine’s Day because he was stood up on a date, a date with your sister you found out much later.  Then last year, on Valentine’s Day, you caught him cheating with your sister.  How did life get so fucked up? 

To add to your already sour mood, when you got into work early you noticed that all the rest of the females in the office had big bouquet of flowers on their desks from Javi and Steve. Each of them had a note saying that they really appreciated all the hard work that they have done, and that they were special angels for helping them out.  When you got to your desk you didn’t see any flowers or note telling you that you were special.  The only note that you saw was from Steve saying “don’t fuck up this meeting” and asked if you took your “anti-bitch pill today yet.” Yeah you hated this fucking day.

The meeting that was only supposed to be an hour went on for three long hours, and you were berated for two out of the three hours in the meeting. You had to once again mop up the mess that both Steve and Javi had created, promising to get results instead of excuses. Recently, all the leads that your department was getting in capturing Escobar were cold, no one had seen him or heard of him in almost a month.  Even when you went in and shook the crime tree, nothing fell out of place which made everyone uneasy, especially your superiors. 

Finally when the meeting was over with you were able to return to your desk to try to let your heart and blood pressure return to normal.  When you approached your desk, you saw a little basket there with a pretty red ribbon with sparkles in it.  You looked around quickly to see if anyone noticed or was standing there, you also glanced quickly under your desk to make sure Steve or Javi wasn’t sitting there waiting for you to relax so they could scare you.  When you noticed nothing was out of the ordinary you felt your heart flutter in your chest, especially when the tag read “to the most special DEA female agent” in Javier’s handwriting.

At first your heart fluttered, thinking that finally someone, Javi, took the time to give a shit.  If you were being honest with yourself, you did like Javier Peña.  He was very sexy and attractive. When he wasn’t being an asshole, he was truly sensitive and understood the female sex with their emotions. You thought that he didn’t care anymore about you, but the longer you looked at the name tag on your gift, the more you thought that maybe you were wrong at your assessment. Your heart raced and you felt the heat creep up your neck at the thought that maybe Javi did see you as something more than just an individual who worked with him each day. But when you opened the basket and saw the gift that was laying there for you, your wonder turned into embarrassment as your face fell. Then when you read the note inside you saw red with anger. That bastard took it one step too far this time.

Once Javi heard your voice he suddenly froze, slowly listening to where you were coming from.  When he realized that you were getting closer, he glanced over at Murphy with wide, scared eyes. He mouthed “shh, shut the fuck up,” when Steve went to open his mouth to ask Javi something.  

As Steve stood there he was trying to understand what the hell his partner had done to anger you so much. He mouthed to Javi ‘what the fuck did you do man?’  Javi just shook his head and placed his finger to his lips to silence Steve’s further questioning.  He wasn’t trying to be a coward, but with how angry you were right now, he didn’t want to come face to face with you.  Yes, Javi had a knack for pissing you off so much that you’d threaten to kill him. But from how angry you sounded, he figured that if he was standing in front of you right now, that you would in fact shoot him dead.

Javi and Steve continued to stand in silence together for a few minutes. Javi was hoping that you would just continue down the hallway and not stop outside of this door.  For a moment it sounded like you had moved on, so much so that Javi felt himself visibly relax and let out a sigh.  But that moment was short lived.  When Javi heard the door knob turn he quickly said, “shit Murph, lie,” and then he ducked behind one of the filing cabinets against the wall.

“What the-” Steve said, looking confused, but for only a minute as you quickly came bursting through the door seething with anger.

“Murphy, where is he?” you said, steam practically coming out of your ears at how mad and pissed off you were at Javier Peña.

“I don’t-”

“Don’t give me that I don’t know shit. You two are practically glued together at the hip, so where the hell is he?” You bit back, standing right in front of Steve’s face.

“Woah, now wait just a second there princess, don’t be biting my head off. I don’t know where he is, or what he’s done, but you can just curb that attitude of yours and-”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what he’s done. This smells like both Peña and Murphy antics to me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well sorry cariño, I don’t know where he is or what he’s done.”

Huffing, you let out another long sigh, balling your fists up and slamming them tight against your side.  “This is what he’s done,” you said, shoving the box you were holding with the card in his face.  “And if you happen to see him, you can tell him that I’m looking for him.”

You went to leave, but Murphy blocked your exit saying, “wait a second here princess, don’t go and give me something like this and then take off. Let’s see what’s gotten your panties in a twist.”

“I knew it, it was your idea. I don’t get why you both have to always be so-”  But before you could finish Steve had opened the box and saw what was inside it.  Steve pulled out a pair of black lace panties that had a vibrator attached to them, and as he did he noticed the note at the bottom of the box.  The note was written in Javi’s handwriting and said, “for all those lonely nights baby, when you’re so wound up and don’t have a man that can be inside you. Enjoy.” Signed, Javier Peña.

Murphy was shocked at what he saw and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.  He knew Javi loved to rile you up, and he had to hand it to his partner, he definitely got you going. It was the perfect gift to get even for all those irritating moments the three of you had. But when he looked up at you he immediately froze, his laugh dying out in his throat. Your eyes were red and puffy now as frustrated tears streamed down your face. Steve could tell that the jokes maybe went a little too far this time.

“Sweetheart, we’re-”

“Don’t, just don’t Steve,” you said, grabbing the box and throwing everything back inside, not wanting to look up at him.  “I get it, it’s a joke. A really fucking mean joke, ya know. You all can have any woman that you want. And here I am, in Columbia, and I can’t even get sleazy drug lords to choose me when I’m undercover. Shit, I couldn’t even keep my ex-fiance faithful on this day. You guys will find this hilarious, last year I found my ex fucking my sister. Apparently he never wanted me, wanted her cause now they’re getting married and having a baby and I’m not welcome around my family any more, cause I guess I can’t keep anyone happy.  So nice of you to give the other girls flowers, and tell them how great they are when they don’t even fucking do anything for you.  Meanwhile I have five bullet wounds and several cracked ribs for covering your asses.  By the way, you guys are getting a raise in pay and I’m getting a 5 dollar reduction in pay.  Apparently the superiors feel that it’ll give you guys motivation or something. So yeah, you’re right, perfect joke.  Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to me.” And with that you left, slamming the door.  

This was a joke that Peña and Murphy started with you about six months ago when you were placed undercover to go and try to extract information of the whereabouts of Pablo Escobar.  They placed you at a brothel, knowing that some of Pablo’s higher up men were going to come to choose women to give them sexual favors for the night.  With the help of a few informants, they had dressed you up and gave you pointers on how women acted in these places in Colombia.  Javi had made a joke at you that you were the highest paid prostitute on the street, but when it came time for Pablo’s men to take you, you were the only one left behind.  You weren’t ugly, you actually were quite beautiful, but that night Javi and Murphy had a hay day with you, as you were the only one that was not chosen.  To make matters worse, you had gone out with them that night and couldn’t even get a guy to buy you a drink at the bar, let alone talk with you.  And now the joke, you thought, had gone too far.  Humiliated and embarrassed, you went and gathered your things and left to go home for the day, not wanting to see anyone again.

After you stormed out, and Murphy knew you were gone, he walked over to where Javi was, facing the back wall. “You got her vibrating panties?” Steve said, shaking his head and laughing.

“At the time, I thought it was a good idea. But something got lost in translation I suppose,” he said, still not wanting to leave his hiding spot. 

“Peña, let me give you some advice.  If you like a girl, don’t get her vibrating panties and then give her a card that says ‘for all those lonely nights when you don’t have a man.’  It just makes you look like an even bigger dick than what you already are.”

“Yeah, I realize that now,” he said, still not coming out of his hiding spot.

“Did ya know any of that other shit she was talking about?” Steve said, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. Javi shook his head no as he came out of where he was hiding.

“Kinda fucked up if you ask me. Fucking her own sister and then marrying her.  Talk about a cold hearted son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, I never knew. Fuck Murph, what do I do?”

“You already know what you gotta do man. Or do I need to call her back in here so she can spell it out for you?”

“Fuck you,” Javi said, walking out the door to go find you.  He felt like the biggest dick right now.  The gift and note wasn’t a joke from him, and he hated to think that you felt like it was.

Javi eventually learned that you had decided to go home for the day, leaving your work here. “She’s taking a sick day,” is what Maria, the secretary in the front office, had told him.  Javi had attempted to get some paperwork done, but he kept thinking about you and how hurt you sounded when talking with Murphy.  He didn’t mean for it to come off as a joke, in fact Javi wanted you to have the panties for a good reason, he wanted you to wear them for him.

Javi had been the biggest pain in your ass from the start.  He was always coming over to your desk, forcing you to work through his work, making you work in the field with him, etc.  To you it felt like he was punishing you for being good at your job. But in reality, he secretly liked you and wanted to be with you.  Javi didn’t know why he couldn’t communicate his feelings to you, why he always had to make fun of you or rile you up.  “I’m taking a sick day,” Javi told Murphy as he walked towards the door.  

Murphy, who was still at his desk, said “Connie said she’s at home now.”  Connie was one of your best friends here in Colombia.  Being in a foreign country was hard, and making friends was even harder, especially what you did for a job. Your friends back at home disagreed with your career choice of being sent to Colombia, so your entire support structure was no longer there.  Connie was one of the nicest women you had met or seen in the longest time.  She understood your career choice, and didn’t hold it against you when your plans would change.  

Javi had stopped and bought a dozen flowers from a street vendor before he got to your house.  When he knocked on the door he softly said, “querida, I’m so sorry. Please open up, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I-”

“Who the fuck said you made me cry Peña?” you said, opening up the door suddenly, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes, tears at your lash line.

“No one I, Jesus woman, c’mere,” he said, stepping inside and placing the flowers on the end table by the door when he saw your face.  He then reached for you, pulled you tight into his chest, holding you as the dam opened up again and the tears fell. “I’m so sorry baby, so sorry. I didn’t mean how it came out, fuck-”

“What did I do for you to hate me?” you said, voice muffled in his chest.

“Nothin’ baby, I don’t hate you, I-” he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you.  This was not going the way that he had hoped.

“I mean, I pull extra duty, and am one of the strongest hitters on the team.  Fuck Javi, I even have brought in more leads than Murphy and yet you publicly humiliate me.”  You said, as a sob broke free from your mouth.  You didn’t know why you were opening up, allowing Javi to attempt to soothe you.  You just didn’t have it in you to fight right now, too emotionally worked up to even care.

“No, no, baby. It ain’t like that, look at me,” Javi said, pulling you away from his chest and gently cupping your face with his hands.  “Querida, I got them for you and for me, for you to think about me.”

Shaking your head you stepped back and said, “what? Peña, what the fuck are you talking about for you and me? I’m not-”

“Shit, this ain’t coming out the way I wanted it to,” Javi said, pacing back and forth in your living room.  Javi was mumbling to himself, unsure of how to deal with the situation and correct it.  Not knowing how to place it into words, his feelings, he thought that he could show you. He immediately reached for you and kissed you hard on the lips.  Javi, once again, was hoping the kiss would show you that he cared, but all you read was he was being condescending once again. You immediately pulled back and found your strength and slapped Javi hard across his face.

“Javi, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?  Just because I’m crying, trying to understand why the guy I have a crush on hates me, doesn’t give you the right to-”

“I like you,” he said, rubbing the sting site he felt across his cheek.  Damn that woman could hit hard, he thought to himself.  You continued to talk overtop of him, not realizing what he just said. You kept saying how much of an asshole he’s been to you and how much you hate men as you’ve always been taken advantage of.  Javi shook his head at you, hearing words such as dickhead, asshole along with other words such as, pendejo and cabrón. You kept telling him off, not listening to anything that he had just told you. 

With a sarcastic laugh, he said, “I can’t fucking believe you, you don’t listen baby.” He was now getting just as frustrated at you for not listening to him. She says I don’t listen, hell, she doesn’t listen.

All you heard was ‘I can’t fucking believe you’ and nothing else. Once again, you marched over to smack Javi hard across the face. But this time, he caught your hand mid-air saying, “I don’t think so cariño. You only get one free hit, and you already used it up for today.” 

The sadness that you felt earlier had now turned into blinding anger and rage. You started fighting back.  You were done with men treating you like assholes, for cheating on you with your sister, for not listening to you or even attempt at paying attention.  You started hitting Javi’s chest, yelling at him and saying, “you’re an asshole,” over and over again.  You were throwing a temper tantrum, frustrated about the last few days, and Javi was your outlet.  However, Javi didn’t see your attitude nor behavior as enduring or even cute.  Him, having about enough of you using him as a physical punching bag, decided to take matters into his own hands to calm you down.  He grabbed your hand and threw it behind your back, slamming you to the ground while yelling, “Enough.”

You kept trying to kick him, to hurt him more.  You weren’t part of this planet anymore, you just saw red at reliving every shitty moment for the last six years.  Of taking the smacks to the face your boyfriend gave you when he was drunk and you questioned why he had red lipstick stains on his shirt and around his cock as you undressed him from a night out with his friends. What you didn’t know is that it was your sister’s lips that were around him, and not some other woman.  It didn’t make those moments easier, but you always thought that maybe it was just a one night stand, not a five year long relationship behind your back. 

You kept kicking Javi, yelling that you were done with people hurting you, clearly not seeing him anymore. To help calm you down, Javi maneuvered his body so he was sitting on your ass, with your arm behind your back.  Your chest was laying flat on the floor, his chest then tight on your back as he snarled in your ear, “you’re gonna stop this shit, right now, stop trying to hit me.”

“Fuck you David-” you said, not realizing that you called him your ex. 

“I’m not him baby. I never was, nor will I ever be him. So stop calling me David, my name isn’t fucking David.” Javi growled in your ear, leaning harder into you to get you to calm down.

You finally relaxed at hearing Javi speak to you, reminding yourself that he wasn’t your ex. As soon as you relaxed Javi released your arm, but stayed firm against you, hands on both sides of your head as he breathed hard and fast at the fight that you gave him.  It was then that you remembered everything that Javi and you were, everything that you were alone.

Sometimes at night when you couldn’t sleep you’d go back into work and find Javi working alone at his desk.  He’d always come over and ask you why you were showing up at work around midnight on a day where you just placed in 12 hours. Alone the two of you would always find moments where you could be soft with each other.  He’d order you both greasy pizza to eat at night and he’d tease you of picking off all the pepperoni. Nights where you were scared to be home alone, he’d take you back to his house and you’d sleep in his bed when he slept on the couch.  When you got shot several times, after you were discharged home, he’d stay with you in your apartment. He even slept next to you on your bed a few times.  

He also bathed you when you got sick with a fever from the infection of the bullet wounds, and nursed you back to health for several weeks.  If you were being honest, Javi was your best friend when the two of you were alone.  But at work, he was the biggest dickhead.  You were jealous when he started flirting with the new secretary that came in, Phillis, and hated when you saw him at the brothel down the street.  Javi never attempted sex with you, and honestly, it upset you. You wanted him, but apparently he never wanted you.  So at work you took out your frustration the only way you knew how, you became a pain in his ass like he was a pain in yours.

But when Javi didn’t move, continuing to breathe hard in and out, you knew that something had changed.  You went to move your ass and immediately he hissed “don’t” as his hips stayed tight against yours, not moving nor letting you up.  After a moment of submitting to him you heard him ask in a strained voice “are you calm enough for me to move or do we have to keep you like this for a little longer?”

You didn’t know why you felt like saying it out loud, but you didn’t want to play this game of not being honest with him anymore. “I’ve calmed down, but Javi, I’d like it if you stay like this for a little while, hell you can even push deeper into me if you want.” You gave Javi a little wiggle of your ass at his statement.

The air around the two of you changed, thickening with sexual tension. “Shit baby, ya can’t say that to me,'' he said, slightly leaning forward and pushing his crotch tighter to your ass.  You felt him slightly rock back and forth, groaning at the feel of you beneath him.

“Fuck baby,” he said, grinding against your ass with a little bit more force. “Do you feel that?  See, that’s what you fucking do to me woman.” Javi was now rocking harder into you, giving you slow deep thrusts. You could feel his hard outline in his pants as he was seated firmly against you. “This is what you’ve always done to me. I don’t hate you, fuck baby, I like you. I want you. So if you’ll shut up long enough, then maybe you’ll hear me say it.”

You slightly arched your back, pushing up so he could kiss your neck.  When you changed the position both of you moaned loud in unison, feeling his hips slowly grind harder into you. You never remembered feeling this good by just letting a man grind into you, but fuck, Javi was slowly making you feel feral. 

“Javi, I don’t-” you said slowly.

“No,” He growled, not wanting you to tell him to stop.  He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t hold back. He wanted so desperately to be deep inside of your warm cunt that he was struggling right now to keep his composure. “Fuck hermosa, feel what you do to me.”  

But you were, you felt how much Javi wanted you and you knew how much you wanted him.  You laid there and let him slowly grind his hips into you again until something snapped inside.

“Javi, fuck me,” you said, pushing your ass harded back into him.

Javi immediately stilled his hips at your statement, looking down at you, trying to determine if what you were asking was what he thought.  When he didn’t respond again, you said with a little more bite, “Javi, you gave me a vibrator for all those lonely nights when I don’t have a man’s dick inside of me.  Please, I don’t want to use the vibrator tonight. For once on Valentine’s Day I want a man inside me that fucking cares. If you really care, please give me that.”  

You felt Javi get off from you and walk away, towards the door, rustling around with something.  You laid face down in the middle of your living room, tears welling up in your eyes at being rejected once again.  You hated this fucking holiday, but when you let out a little sniffle you felt his hand cup your chin, turning you to the side. With the softest eyes possible he said, “come on now, no more crying. Now up you go,” as he helped you stand.  Once you were standing he smiled down at you and then gave you a slow tender kiss on the lips.  When he pulled back he held out the black lace panties in front of your face.

“Here, I bought these for you. Now, go and put them on, and let me see them on you.  Then I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, like a man that’s wanted to be with you from the moment he laid eyes on you. Fuck what you stupid ex did to you last year-”

“And every year before,” you said softly.

Javi’s eyes got impossibly dark, anger and lust mixing with them.  He hated your ex, the man that broke you.  If Javi had to spend the rest of his life showing you that you deserved more, then he would do it.  Fuck his superiors, or anyone else that thought he and you shouldn’t be together. 

“The fact that you say that makes me angry that any man would ever-”

“Forget it Javi, it’s-”

“No. Now pay attention sweetheart, cause I’m only gonna say it once. No man should ever make you feel like this, ever, you hear me? Now, go put them on baby, and let me see you in them. Then, I’m gonna take you to bed and show you how a man is supposed to treat the woman he cares about.”

“Oh, and how’s that Peña, what are you gonna do that makes me forget all the stupid shit other men have done?” You said, playfully nudging Javi and his cockiness that you have found you love.

Javi grabbed you by the hair and tilted your head back while whispering above you, “I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’re gonna forget every man before me, baby.  Then I’m gonna show you how a real man treats the woman he’s crazy over. It’s just you and me, and I’ll remind you of that every night before we go to sleep. There’s no one’s pussy I’d rather be buried in than yours. I only want to be balls deep in you, and not anyone else.”  Javi then slammed his lips onto yours and gave you a kiss like you deserved.  

Maybe you had to have David be in your life and screw you over, because without him, you’d never have met Javier Peña. Javi was a real man that made good on his promises, of being the man that you needed.  Before the night was over, and after you came down from your intense rough sex with him, you found yourself looking into his eyes and seeing the potential for a future once again.  As Javi slowly rocked into you, making slow love at the end, he whispered, “you’re mine cariño, and I’m never letting you go.”  And that was the thing that tipped you both over the edge, moaning each other’s names and kissing each other like you both had just found your future soulmate.

Javi did make good on his promises, he never let you go.

[wolvesandfoxes25]

"You should leave."

Jaskier looked up quickly from where he was writing lyrics.

"I beg your pardon?"

Geralt wasn't looking at him, eyes facing the adjacent side of the hut.

"Leave for Oxenfurt...or Redania. Find that Prince you fucked."

Jaskier felt his stomach lurch.

How did he know about that?

Clearing his throat, he shoved his booklet into his coat.

"I'm not sure what you're playing at Geralt, but I've no intention of leaving."

He was still facing away.

"You're wasting your time here. I'm sure the noble could provide you with many adventures."

The words came out sardonically and snappish.

Jaskier felt whiplash at the statement.

"We enjoyed our time together. Until afterwards." He mumbled the last part, feeling the same dreg of anger at Radovid come to the forefront. Even if he had apologized, it hadn't changed what he'd done.

What Jaskier hoped he wouldn't do.

He wasn't looking to marry the man, but a romance that was his, where he wasn't pining and panting after someone who would never love him, well, it would've been nice.

"Cut from the same cloth, I bet you did." Geralt growled.

Jaskier furrowed his eyebrows.

"And just what do you mean by that?"

Silence.

"You've no right to judge me based on my dalliances, Geralt."

How had the conversation come to this point?

"Dalliance?" Geralt asked, eyes finally turning to Jaskiers.

The brunette looked sideways, being pinned under the weight of those eyes had always been too much for him.

"Where did you learn this anyway?"

Silence.

The dryads were little gossipers then.

"You cared for him." Geralt grit out.

Jaskier pinched his lips together, feeling as if this were an interrogation.

Silence.

Sighing loudly, Jaskier turned his gaze back to the Witcher.

"It felt nice. With him, I felt I was actually being seen. He learned my songs, even if knowing them was just for nefarious reasons. I-I was... lonely. Being back in the thick of this isn't always easy."

Geralt took in his expression his nostrils flaring.

"It used to be."

Jaskier blanched.

That was before Yennefer was everywhere.

He couldn't blame Geralt and Yennefer for their feelings for each other. But, it wasn't easy to always have it in his face.

"Age tends to change things." He murmured, hoping the other man believed the lie.

Geralt grunted.

Guess not.

Jaskier felt the tension in the room thicken.

"Had I known you went for poncey little Princes, I would have left you at a royal court to do their bidding long ago."

Knashing his teeth together, Jaskier stood up in a furious flourish.

"I don't know why you're being such a bloody bastard to me, but I'm not your punching bag, Geralt! Those days are over! Do you understand me?"

The Witchers eyes flashed and he pulled himself up into a piteous representation of sitting up.

"Fuck you."

Jaskier hissed.

"Fuck me? Fuck you." He fired back at Geralt.

What was happening right now? Why was Geralt behaving this way?

The two of them stared each other down.

"I don't know how you can sit there and have the bleeding audacity to berate me over a potential partner."

The golden eyes narrowed.

"Meaning?" He hissed.

Jaskier felt the anger start to build higher and higher.

"You have your great romance! Yennefer! Your sweet little family! Then there's me, who you tossed away like yesterdays porridge!"

Geralt moved to get up, but hissed at the pain.

"Don't do that, you idiotic lump of a man!" Jaskier chided him, moving to shove him back.

Geralt pushed him away, catching his breath to gather himself to his feet.

"Yennefer healed me, I told you that." He snapped, flinging his cane away.

Jaskier watched him sway, but he rolled his shoulders, catching himself.

"But we both know your leg is still giving you trouble, Geralt."

The Witcher glared.

"Easy to leave then, huh? Just like you did on the mountain."

Jaskiers jaw dropped, feeling his balance shift at the fury that ran through him.

"You have the unmitigated, bleeding gall to say that to me? You blame me!?" He yelled.

Geralt scowled, looking away from him in what seemed like shame.

Suddenly... it all made sense.

"You're jealous." Jaskier whispered.

The Witcher moved to leave the hut but Jaskier grabbed his arm to halt him.

Geralt growled.

"How in all the hells are you jealous? You have never expressed anything regarding romantic affections towards me. Ever."

"All those women you were constantly fucking was supposed to tell me otherwise?" Geralt replied sarcastically.

Jaskier threw his hands up in frustration.

"You could've asked me!"

Geralt said nothing as the other man set his hands down upon the bedding of the cot.

"You have got to be the most stubborn, burlish lout I have ever met in my existence upon this earth."

Silence.

"You have no idea how I fe-."

But he stopped himself, the words clogging his throat.

The truth he had figured long long ago. And had told no-one, not Vespula, not the Countess, nobody.

Yennefer had probably guessed after hearing his song in the tavern, but said nothing in reference to it.

Thank the Gods.

"I don't want to continue this conversation further. If you want me to fucking leave so badly, I'll leave. And I'll go back to Radovid and suck his cock in his pretty little throne room. Would that make you happy, Geralt?" He snarled, shoving past him to get some air outside, when a hand clamped over his wrist...

TBC?

[snowywolf1005]

It is time for seraphim Mother Reader!!!!

ONE PIECE X SERAPHIM READER

First, luffy noticed his mother is a seraphim, but he doesn't understand how you become a child and came back to life. He saw you die, but here you are to protect him from s-bear and S-hawk.

"Love-Love... Mellow!" S-snake turn York to stone, then S-snake kick York. Usopp freaks out, "york!" Pythagoras shouts, "Stop, seraphim!" Lilith order.

But S-snake didn't listen, just a Lazer at them as they about to run. "Why?! This can't be happening! I'm Vegapunk!" Lilith shout, at the battle where you, luffy, zoro, shaka, and two idiots.

"Mother?" Luffy, question, making eye contact, shaka stand up. "They're not following my orders... that means... it's one of vegapunk who is commanding them. What if the communication failure... and this situation of being trapped in the barrier... were all calculated?"

"That means somebody... ... wants to kill us all! But (A/N) is the only one who isn't command, " He said, shaka turned to luffy. "Luffy, I know you have questions about your mother, but I'll answer them while this is done."

(A/N) means animal name cause the seraphim has animal names.

Luffy was surprised by shaka words. He knows about you? "Hey, Straw Hat and Rorona. Why don't we make a truce..." said Kaku. "And form a temporary alliance?" Said lucci, but you hit Kaku and lucci on the head, "what was that for!?" Kaku yelled. S-hawk jumped for an attack, luffy grabbed lucci, and zoro grabbed Kaku.

S-hawk turned his left leg to a sword, and zoro remembered that sword style.

A tough decision! An unusual united front!

It was quiet, you, luffy, and zoro watch the seraphim looking at you. "Zoro. Have you ever seen his devil fruit power before?" Luffy question, "yeah, but it was a long time ago. Baroque's work's..." zoro said, remembering, past when he attacked Bonez devil fruit power.

"Full-body bladed guy! So this brat has Baldy's power, too. What a pain in the ass." S-hawk fingers turn to sharp blade and charge forward, almost slicing you guys to half.

Then he does it again, attacking you, luffy, and zoro on the ground, but you guys doges. The ground turns to dust of smoke, S-hawk couldn't even see, but he did hear footsteps and run where it is. To see zoro running holding Kaku, and slice them, but zoro quickly doges the attack.

Kaku was moved every. Zoro doge his attack, almost getting slice, and zoro threw Kaku up high to fight with S-hawk. But all of a sudden, you came in and hit S-hawk face, zoro was surprised to watch.

You summon your nightmare wolves power, and it charges to S-hawk, but S-hawk was easy to doge and kill them with his blade. Then S-hawk found out that you were behind him. It was for distraction, so you blasted him with Lazer bean, and it hit him on to a wall, but S-hawk charged towards you and turned his arms to circle blade.

Zoro, remember that moves and try to help you, but S-hawk was so fast. So you and zoro doge back, "zoro! Mother!" Luffy appeared, "Hey, what did you do with lucci!?" Kaku asks as zoro drops him on the floor.

"I left him over there," said luffy, "what!?" Then S-hawk grabbed his sword and spin around to blow the dust away to see a better view. S-hawk turns his fingers and feet to blades and slides towards you guys.

You quickly doge it, luffy jump high, "you bastard!" He shouted, trying to punch, but he missed. "Damn!" Luffy, grab lucci out of nowhere, "see!? Rorona! Are you going to keep going to the trouble of defending us in cuffs!?" Said Kaku.

But you kick Kaku on the head to make him shut up, "Ouch! We must join forces for now! Just uncuff us already!" Kaku pleased, but zoro wouldn't take a bate. "I said I wouldn't do that! Shut up and let us move you around!" Said zoro.

"What!?" Kaku shouts, "You two are like real friends!" Said luffy. "-no!- We're not!" Kaku and zoro yelled, then shaka appeared, "CP-0. Can I ask... ...what your mission is?" He asks.

"All seven vegapunk's... total elimination," said lucci, "lucci, how could you say it to his face!" Kaku yelled. "And stussy betrayed you guys, won't get off scot-free, right?" He asks.

"Yeah. We'll make her pay!" He said, "Hey! Don't you wanna survive!?" Said Kaku, then they heard a scream. "Nami!" Luffy shouts, you remember that name, giving a flashback when you saw Nami bounty.

On the second floor, building B. "It's noisy upstairs. I hope everyone is okay." Said jinbe, "this is serious." Said sanji. Jinbe and stussy look at him, "What's the matter?" Jinbe, ask.

"Nami-san is... in big trouble!" He said, then sanji ran to find Nami and save her. "Wait for me, nami-san!" He said, running off, "Wait, sanij!" Jinbe yelled, but sanji already went off.

Third floor, building A. Nami was too nervous to attack s-shark, who looked like jinbe. "What!? What's going on!? I thought he would follow your orders!" Nami yelled, "he should," said Edison. "What!? Is there anything you can do!?" Brook, ask.

"You're a genius, right? Don't you have any ideas!?" Nami ask, "well, this is... an unexpected situation! And I'm trying to figure out what to do! It's not good to rush these things!" Said Edison.

"Please, don't take too much time!" Said brook. "Okay! Think! Think!" Said Edison, s-shark, walk closer to them, "what should we do when the seraphim go out of control? But that's never happened before! what should we do!? What should we do!?"

And s-shark came closer, Edison turned around with tears on his eyes. Then, s-shark about to blast them, "Okay, I figured it out!" Edison screams. Brook and Nami look at him. "When it comes to this..." Nami and brook, listen to him.

"Just run!" Edison screams as he runs, "what!?" Nami and brook scream, following Edison and missing s-shark blast. S-shark went under the ground.

"Nami's scream... there are more than these two in the lab..." said zoro, third floor, building C. Franky, usopp, and two vegapunk's were about to attack S-snake.

"All four of them are on a rampage. We must protect those seven vegapunks. Plus... how many more?" Zoro question. S-bear walk closer and make a gaint paw, "That's..." said zoro, reacting the gaint paw.

"See!? Uncuff us already!" Kaku pleased, "shut up!" Said zoro, Kaku was pissed. "You hardhead!" Kaku yelled. S-bear make gaint paw smaller, "helmet!" Shaka, look at luffy.

"The keys to the cuffs," he said. You grab Luffy hand and look at him, luffy look at you. "Mother, it only for the best to save vegapunk. So please, trust me." Said luffy. You thought for a moment and nodded. Shaka took out the keys.

"I'll leave it to your judgment." Said shaka, handing the keys to luffy, "Straw hat luffy." Luffy, look at shaka. "Please... protect Stella at any cost!" He said, "Yeah! Count on me!" Said luffy.

Luffy turned over to lucci and Kaku, "Hey! After we stop all four enemies, you're not gonna lash out... at my friends and the vegapunk, even my mother, just because you can't beat me, right?!" Luffy asks. "You idiot. That kind of provocation won't work..." But zoro was cut off by lucci.

"Of course not! Because you're the first one I wanna kill! Strawhat! And when you die, all your friends and your mother will die as well!" Lucci screams, "it worked!" s-bear make the paw smaller on to his hand. "All right!" Said luffy, "this is not the time for that!" Said Kaku.

"Ursa..." s-shark let the small paw towards luffy and the others, "shock!" The paw pushes you guys off. Causing the vegapunk lab to break, the handcuffs were uncuff. Luffy blows his finger, to turn to bounce man. "Gear four! Bounce-Man!"

"I'm sorry, bonney! Here I come!" Said luffy, lucci jump up behind luffy and Flys toward s-bear. Kaku and zoro jump towards S-hawk. S-hawk took out his sword, "Don't get in my way." Said zoro, taking out his swords, "who do you think you're talking about!?" Said Kaku.

Zoro, Kaku, and S-hawk charge at each other.

"Purgatory oni giri!"

"Tempest kick! White thunder!"

Zoro, Kaku hit S-hawk on his stomach. S-bear was about to shoot Lazer at luffy and lucci.

"Gum-gum..."

"Six king..."

"Kong..."

"Pistol!"

"Kong!"

Luffy and lucci punch S-bear chest, haki lightning erup. Luffy and lucci finally push s-bear on the wall, so as S-hawk.

PART TWO COMING SOON!!!!

[writingoddess1125]

Poppy Kisses

Buggy x GNReader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Attempted murder, Manipulation, implied sexual tension, implied future Dubcon

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In and out- That was the job. You'd been asked to murder a certain pirate by a client of yours, He was known as a buffoon and a fool- quite literally it seemed. Buggy the Clown, Captian of The Buggy Pirates. Always failing at his task but getting closer to his goals non the less, apparently he had ruffled some feathers non the less.

Which was why you were hired, asked to join his crew and kill him. Being a skilled shooter made it easy for you to join his crew, however killing him was a different story-

In truth was harder then it seemed to nail this guy- You couldn't stab him for obvious reasons, he was too cautious to go near water and you couldn't risk shooting him since it was loud and you'd risk death by his surprisingly loyal crew.

So you had to get close.. which was just as hard as finding a way to Kill Buggy. He didn't trust easy- He was quite plainly pathetic as a pirate but clever in ways you'd never imagined.

It was awful to say but you hard started to like.. hell even love the goofy bastard? He was fun in a scary way and with him trusting you, you got to see this new side to him.

He watched everyone, including you with hawk like accuracy. Anything even slightly off he could catch and any attitude changes he would immediately notice and question- Who knew this clown would be your biggest challenge.

It took nearly a month before he got comforble around you, playing the act of a wannabe fan of his and an additional two months before he had seemingly started to like you- Clearly his ego finally winning out at your fawning of him.

Soon he was letting you sit in his lap, him telling you stories of his adventures and his past as a pkrate. How he would take your input on his shows and what was needed from your perspective, letting his hand drift to your waist as he would whisper jokes in your ear and drawing true laughs from you.

Sure it started out as a mission but- soon it turned into real enjoyment from your end. So a mission that should have taken 3-4 months tops was pushing on 6... but who could blame you! It was just too damn fun there with Buggy!

Sitting in your room you stared down at the tin canister in your hands, it was a potent poison jell. You rubbed it on anything and it'd dry clear which would work since you noticed Buggy used the same glass cup, claiming it was good luck or something... it was a perfect device to poison Buggy but now- you didn't know if you could.. he had been so kind to you, Even getting you a private room which most crewmates didn't have. Even if it was a bit small and as Buggy had said formally used as a makeup room which explained the large mirrors on the wall. You still knew he had given you space cause he cared..

"Fuck.."

You sighed as the small snail rang in your pocket, pulling it out you cringed knowing who it was and you sadly answered. Wincing at the angered voice of your client rushed into your ears yelling at you for taking so long-

"What am I paying you for?" Your client hissed. "I-I know we had some hic-" You got cut off by the raised voice.

"Hiccup!? He's a fucking idiot! Tonight is the last night or else I'm putting a hit on you" they yelled before disconnecting the call.

"tonight..." You mumbled. Rubbing your face as you stashed the snail away, stress bubbling in your chest as you sat there.

This was your job...

Slipping the casaster in your pocket you get up to Visit Buggy's room, Something you often did anyway so you didn't bother knocking.

"Hey Bugs?" You call out, seeing the Captian seated at his vanity finishing his makeup.

"Hell Doll! What brings you in?" He says cheerfully, you shrug and plop down on a chair.

"I wanted to stop by and say Hi before we head to dinner" You lie, but the smile it brought to Buggys lips made your heart flutter. Soon you two began to mindlessly chatter as Buggy finished his makeup, you handing him his hat once finished.

"Shit. I forgot my bandana in the map room. I'm going to grab it real quick, I'll be back" He said with a bright smile before leaving. Your eyes traveling to the glass cup- you knew this was your only chance..

You didn't want to do this, You couldnt do this... Paid killer or not when do you find someone like him? Just some fun clown guy who's weird humor actually makes you laugh!?

Walking to the vanity you sat down, still warm from him and slipped on some gloves. Picking up the glass cup and groaning in frustration at the situation.

Forcing your eyes closed you look at yourself in the mirror, feeling like he could see you or you were seeing yourself for the first time.

Sighing you feel a tears start to slip down your cheeks as you place the coated cup down and took off your gloves. Hiding it away as you looked at yourself again, regret on your face-

"...it's your job- love aside" You reasoned before getting the canister and quickly coating a thin layer of the gel inside. Watching how it dried almost instantly and looking undetectable like it had been only polished.

"Please forgive me... I really do care for you Buggy..." You whisper a prayer before backing away at your placed trap, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes and maks if look like you hadnt been crying.

After a few moments Buggy returned to the room with a cheerful smile on his face.

You couldn't do this, as you watch him pour the wine and get ready to bring it to his lips you got up ready to reach for it when he paused- Looking up at your raised form as you prepared to take the cup from him.

"Ready for dinner?" He chimed, you nodding as you watch him grab the glass from its usual spot. Nodding silently as you followed him to the mess hall, You heart pounding as you sat in your usual seat. Food laid out buffet style over the large table as Buggy took center seat like a king- Your head spinning as you stared at the glass. Watching him make his plate before reaching for the pitcher of wine..

"Change of heart?" He said, making you freeze in your raised spot.

He clicked his tongue as he lowered the glass from his lips, His eyes staring right at you with a knowing smirk on his lips. A chill going down your spine- he had never given you a look like that before.. it was like looking at the waters before a beast rose and took your life. He wiped his lips with a napkin just incase any traces of poison had hit his lips.

"I really expected better from you (Y/N)- even after all this time you would have let the berry win huh? But your feelings really did win in the end" He mused and you felt ice flood your vains.. he knew.. he fucking knew!

Looking around you see the crew all staring at you, a knowing look on their faces as they stared at you and their captian.

"I thought your words of 'I really care for you' and 'Love aside' was just part of the act but look at that!" He rose to his feet as you sat back down slowly, fear now lacing your heart as the realization slammed into your chest.

"One way Mirror, Works wonders both in the bedroom and in shows" He chimed. He was watching you- The whole damn time! He was watching you, from the calls to your client to your hesitation to complete the job. He knew.

Fear slammed hard into you and it felt like you were suffocating as he went to circle you like prey, his footsteps seeming so loud in the mess hall now.

Your feet moved faster then your brain- you ran out of the mess hall as the sound of laughter from the crew followed you. You had to get out of here you had to before he killed you!

"Now then, (Y/N) tell me- when do assassins cry for their targets?"

In a flash you jumped back from your seat like it was on fire and ran.

A yelp escaping your throat as you felt your collar being yanked back and lifted into the air. You struggled like a kitten being pulled up by the scruff from its mother and glanced up to see Buggy's floating hand holding you. Reaching next to you ready to stab his hand another gloved hand appeared right infront of your eyes and squeezed a red ball, coughing as the fight started to leave your body and soon you fell unconscious.

When the darkness faded you felt dizzy- like the world was spinning? Groaning softly at the feeling, before the realization that fabric had been placed in your mouth. This seemed to immediately sober you up as you looked around frantically- you were back in Buggy's bed, wrists tied to the bedpost and gagged, legs tied down with blue sill scarves and all your equipment laid out on the floor next to the bed. Buggy standing over it all examining it, he looked up hearing you move.

"Ah you're awake. Good I was beginning to worry that I made that Muggy Ball too strong"

You shook as you sat on the bed you once would have loved to be in, Watching Buggy as he Lossened his hair from the bandana. His blue locks falling down and framing his face as he stepped closer to the bed.

He said calmly as he rose up, watching you struggle and try to yell through the gag. He chuckled at this and patted your leg playfully.

"I wouldn't struggle. I don't think you can handle being knocked out again"

He said in amusement, removing his shirt and vest with ease revealing his naked chest- Due to years of training and his devil fruit abilties leaving him lean and flawless of marks. Just like how you had imagined.

"Got to say, I'm really impresses. With all the equipment in that little kill kit of yours I'm sure you could have done the job easily- But a painless poison that would let me sleep and die peacefully?.. it's almost too kind... whats it called? Poppy Kisses right?"

Warmth flooded your face and body as you watch him crawl closer to you- Seating himself right on your waist as he smiled down at you brightly, tapping a finger to your chest with a gleam in his eyes. He looked beautiful, terrifying but beautiful.

"Must have been hard, I saw your face.. you looked so hurt using that posion"

"So complicated.. So much trouble you are- So expensive too. Do you know how much I had to pay to your guild in order to make them say you died trying to murder me?"

He smirked as he began undo the buttons of your shirt. Your eyes widening in shock as he spoke and began to undress you.

"You're so lucky I like you~"

He purred, before placing a slow kiss on your cheeks. You felt the red grease paint smear and stain against it, accidently letting a moan slip the gag as his fingers pulled your hair, which he clearly reveled in. Leaving your wanting his lips as he traveled to your jaw, ear and further down.

His fingers working deeper into your hair as he removed the shirt from your body fully- the cold making you shiver at his warmed touch as red kisses blot your neck.

"Now my daring little assassin, I do believe some compensation is in order for all those expenses. Don't you?~"

[sports-on-sundays]

marc and reader breaking up bc of too many arguments and him being super sad

arguments / Marc Guiu / Part 2

Summary: Marc x female!reader - Marc is devastated because of the break up.

Warnings: implied depression, foul language, angst, mention of screaming, anxiety, mention of crying, angst, nausea

Requested?: Yeppers

Author's Note: Link to Part 1. There was another request that led up to this really nicely so I decided to just connect them as a part 1 & 2.

Marc Guiu stares up at the ceiling of his bedroom at two o'clock in the afternoon with the windows closed and the lights off, feeling like it's two o'clock in the morning.

You can't keep living like this, Marc. What's done is done. You said what you said. There's no way to fix it. Just move on.

But I can't.

I can't stop myself from loving her.

Pathetically enough- and Marc would admit in an instant that it is thoroughly pathetic- ever since that fateful day when she cut it off, his days have been a haze of football, sleeping, every so often forcing himself to eat and drink water, and doing what he's doing right now: letting the two sides of his thoughts argue with each other.

No one cares if you love her. She's done with you. You messed it up; it's your fault; oh well.

There's no way to fix it.

Just move on.

But no matter how much he tells himself, over and over, to just do that, it's like he can't.

It's like the picture of your lovely face is imprinted on the backs of his eyelids, so every time he blinks, every time he sleeps, you're there, looking like the angel you are, reminding him of how much he messed up.

"Ah!" he yells, tugging at his hair. "You idiot! You ruined it! Everything! She was the best thing that ever happened to you, and you fucking messed it up!

"You pathetic bastard! Get up and live your life! It's done! She's moved on and is probably happier than ever! Why are you letting her control you like this?"

On top of it all, he's been avoiding Gavi like the plague, knowing that you one hundred percent likely told him everything, all from your perspective, and knowing because of that, now Gavi probably hates his guts, too.

So, yeah. He's been avoiding Gavi and anyone close enough to him to have also heard. So Pedri is also off limits, and Ferran and João are iffy.

It's hard when he trains or plays with these guys nearly every day!

The only person he's told is Héctor, mostly just because he pried it out of Marc enough. He got annoying enough.

Ah, you idiot. Quit crying.

You're not going to let that girl ruin your life like this.

"Maybe he's not the only one who was in the wrong."

"What?" you ask, looking up at your best friend, Gavi. "What do you suppose I did wrong?" you ask, not too happy with this sudden statement from him.

Gavi shrugs. "I'm just saying, maybe you should've heard him out before it escalated so much. I don't know, though. What do I know?"

But you frown. "Probably nothing, but it still makes me think."

"Gee, thanks," he says, rolling his eyes.

"I honestly don't care, you know. It's fine. I don't want him back."

Gavi's lips purse as he says, "Then why do you bring him up every single conversation?"

You don't have an answer for this.

"Exactly," Gavi comments with a slight roll of the eyes. "Listen, I'm just saying- Marc isn't himself at all since you guys broke up. He's a shell of himself, and refuses to talk, honestly, anyone but Héctor, if he doesn't need to."

You frown. "I know, but..."

"All I'm saying is maybe he had a point."

"What does that mean?"

"It means if you're going to date someone, you've got to give stuff up for them. Including time and attention. And you were giving far more of that to me. I'm not saying you should get back with him; do what you want. But I am saying it's probably best to make amends, and not just let the last note of the symphony be screaming at each other, yeah?"

You lick your lips nervously. "I'll think about it."

Marc can see Héctor is staring at something behind his head, but before looking leans over to ask, "What is it?"

"Um," Héctor smiles nervously. "Y/n."

Immediately, Marc's eyes widen, reminding Héctor of a frightened rodent. "Please tell me you're joking."

Héctor gives a short shake of his head 'no.' "With Gavi and Pedri," he practically mouths.

Marc leans back, trying not to look easy to notice. Trying to look discreet. "Is it safer to leave or stay?"

"I reckon stay," Héctor responds.

Marc softly blows a raspberry, before looking down at his food. "My luck, I tell you," he murmurs.

"Sometime soon, you knew you'd run into her."

"I hoped not."

Héctor sighs. "I know."

Marc feels his anxiety rise when he watches you walk pass. Tossing your hair, with the sway in your step, confidence radiating off you.

He sinks his head down lower, nervously curling his napkin.

And then, as you're walking back, it's like something else takes control of his body, and he can't help himself but look up at you.

Your eyes meet.

Yours widen for a moment, and your steps begin to slow.

Marc is suddenly hit with a wave of nausea, and he says suddenly, "Héctor, let's get going now."

And you watch Marc and Héctor walk out, away from you, just like that.

But there was something strange in Marc's eyes.

Sorrow.

Loneliness.

Confusion.

Defeat.

But most of all, regret and guilt.

And seeing him like that makes you feel... strange.

You're not sure if you like it.

Shadows, passing in the night. Wind, come and gone. These mysterious concepts. A lonely boy and a confused girl.

Hands in his pockets, head down. It's become the natural stance for him. His hair has grown out and shadows his inky brown eyes. So many emotions that they're gone.

Imploded.

She holds her head up and flips her hair. Sharp tongue, quick remarks. Little glimmer when she winks. Confidence is key, but there's one thing that nags at her.

She wonders if it was all a mistake.

Their eyes meet on a dark street in the middle of a cool night, when neither of them should be out.

They both open their mouths to speak, but sound comes out of neither of them.

He reaches his hand out to her.

If he could fall into her arms, he would.

But the shadows shift, and she's gone. The wind carries her away. Like a secret not meant for his ears. Like a promise broken. Like glass that shattered but never made a sound.

Never hit the ground.

On a concrete wall, the side of a building, he writes with a Sharpie:

I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I still love you.

I need you to come back to me.

On a bathroom mirror, she writes in blood red lipstick:

Why can't I forgive him? Why can't I let him forgive me?

Why can't I let myself love him?

[mr-damian-s-power]

If the hypothetical Soulstorm sequel was a reworking of Munch's Oddysee, do you think Lulu should be present?

If so, how should he be treated? Should he maintain his original purpose of being an unaware puppet to Abe and Munch's plans, or could it be done differently?

I'm writing this because I felt bad for Lulu in the good ending. Yes, he was a lazy bastard who was just given all of his wealth without working for it, but he didn't do anything wrong either.

Maybe he could be a down-on-his-luck Glukk who's sympathetic to the Natives' cause and consciously agrees to help them out. He could act as a kind of public figurehead, keeping the media's attention on him so Abe can do what he does best.

It could still follow the idea of making Lulu rich so he can buy the last can of Gabbiar, but he's in on the plan this time.

As for the ending, I feel it would be too obvious for him to betray Abe and rat him out once he had his money, so maybe he could go through with willingly giving away all of his money.

-

Maybe that scene in the auction where he screams 'THREE MILLION MOOLAH' could be reworked into something nicer. He's having this inner debate with himself that he doesn't want to be left penniless, but he doesn't want the Gabbiar to go to some other greedy Glukk. His Glukkon brain is telling him to give up and keep the money, but his heart is telling him to do the right thing.

He looks up and sees Abe and Munch, desperate pleading expressions on their faces. After everything, does he value money over his new friends? The ones who pulled him out of his old shitty apartment and showed him there's more to life than moolah? Maybe he intended to take the moolah and run to begin with, but time around the Natives has given him a change of heart?

The Glukkon steels his gaze and turns back to the auctioneer Vykker. 'THREE MILLION MOOLAH!' He yells, surprising even Abe and Munch.

After the auction, Lulu takes the Gabbiar and hands it over to Munch, who thanks him as Abe gives his congratulations before they leave. Maybe even Alf gives a little thanks and a 'I guess we couldn't have done it without you'.

Lulu now has nothing! No Moolah, no fame, and everyone thinks he's an idiot again! He lost everything for that Gabbiar, but he can't help but feel a warmth in his chest. Is this what doing the right thing feels like?

He enters back into his airship room, about to clear out what few belongings he has, when he comes across a briefcase that wasn't there before. Lulu kicks it open, only to be met with the sight of moolah bills. A few hundred at least! Amidst the money is a small note saying 'Thankz for thu help' written crudely with a little stitched-lip smile drawn next to it.

-

What do you think? Does Lulu deserve a happy ending, or does he belong as a destitute idiot living on the street?

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 41

"I can't reach my nose from here,” Luffy whined, unable to pick his nose.

“Quit that idiot! You are about to witness an execution” Buggy snapped at him.

“Oh cool! I've never seen one before who's being killed?” Luffy asked.

“You are dumbass!”

“I'm sorry please let me go,” Luffy pouted, it was no fun being stuck like this, he wanted to live and go on adventures, he wanted to eat good food, to spend time on the Marry with his Nakama, to meet up with Ace again. He still had yet to become the king of the pirates!

“As if I'd just let you go, you rubber idiot!” Buggy shouted at him, his pointy shoe resting atop his hat. “Any last words?” The annoying clown asked him. When Luffy didn't immediately respond, he kept going. “Well whatever or not you say anything, it does really matter. It's not like anyone will care what you have to s..”

“I'M THE MAN WHO WILL BECOME THE KING OF THE PIRATES!” Luffy screamed at the of his lungs, declaring his interactions and ambition for all to hear.

“Is that all you have to say…" You stupid rubber brat!?” Buggy laughed at him, kicking the wood he was trapped under.

“Wait!” A familiar and welcome voice shouted from the crowd. In the distance, he could see Sanji and Zoro fighting to get to him.

“Sanji! Zoro! Help me outta here!”

“So you have come, Zoro! Well, it's too late now! Your precious captain is going to die!” The obnoxious clown began to laugh maniacally above him. “Bear witness to your captain's last moments!”

Oh looks like this was the end after all, Luffy would miss his friends. Maybe Nami could become Captain, they could still go to the Grand Line and achieve their dreams without him.

“Sanji! Zoro! Usopp! Nami!” He called each of his nakama by their name, his heart felt full with love. He wished them all the best. “Sorry but it looks like I'm dead,” he stated with the widest grin he’d ever smiled, looking much like the man executed in that same spot 20 years ago.

<>

Zoro sliced and diced anyone who got in his way. Wave after wave of weirdos, clowns and circus freaks that made up Buggy's crew met their end at the tip of his swords. Sanji by his side fighting just as hard to get to their Captain. It couldn't end this way before they even made it to the grandline. He should have gone with him! It was his duty to protect the crew.

What good was his swords, his dream, his ambitions if he could protect those that belonged to him! If Zoro couldn't save the man who had saved him! He would be dead if not for Luffy. No chance to fulfill his and Kuina’s dream.

“Move it!” He yelled slicing into yet another body, they were all just cannon fodder to hinder him in his quest for Luffy. “Come down and fight me you coward!” Zoro screamed from behind Wado clenched tightly between his teeth.

Where were the Marines who were supposed to protect this town and its citizens? There were more than just pirates here. There were innocent citizens screaming and running from the grave danger they were in. The World Government yet again proving to be useless as always once again.

If only he could just cut down that damn execution platform then everything would be fine.

<>

If only he could kick down that execution platform then everything would be fine. Sanji thought to himself as he kicked his way towards his captain. He knew Zoro was beside him doing the same with his new swords. To hear the peril in Luffy's voice broke Sanji's heart. Luffy should never sound like that! Unless he was asking for more food. Just what was this clown's issue with Luffy and Zoro anyway?

“Bastard!” Sanji cried out filled with rage and desperation.

“Sanji! Zoro! Usopp! Nami! Sorry but it looks like I'm dead,” Sanji watched helplessly just like everyday as a child. Too weak to stop what was happening before his eyes as his captain smiled as the sword drew near to his neck.

“Don't say that, you idiot!” Sanji pleaded, this couldn't be happening.

There was a flash of lighting and the rumbler of thunder Sanji saw the executioner's platform explode, its smoking remains soon soaked with the falling rain. In the rumble stood Luffy unharmed as if he hadn't been about to die. The strange clown with the vendetta was covered in charcoal.

“Looks like I did survive!” Luffy chuckled, placing his hat atop his head. “How lucky! Thank goodness!”

“Hey…” Sanji turned to Zoro who also was standing there lost. His swords sheathed once more as Sanji continued on with his question for his lover. “Do you believe in a god?” Sanji had never been much of a believer himself. The ocean was his goddess, he knew she could be harsh and cruel but he loved her all the same. She was his first love, she was a part of his dream. He had spent the majority of his life on her. But this couldn't be anything other than a sign from something divine.

“Enough talking and let's leave this damn town already. We've got more trouble on the way,” his ever so blunt partner stated.

[honeywinner06]

At The Woods

A! Knight Momo Yaoyorozu x O! Male Reader

Momo POV

My name is Momo Yaoyorozu, a member of the Most Honorable Knighthood of King Yagi, the only woman who has managed to enter and remain in His Majesty's Order, and

I am currently on a expedition for a powder of great value, a spice known to cure the minimum possible discomfort that the patient experienced.

Since His Majesty's delicate health situation became known to us, searches have begun throughout the forests within the Kingdom to find the precious plant that manages to provide this rare ingredient.

Suddenly, I hear a noise. Some branches breaking and causing a crunch that makes me suspicious and unsheath my sword, preparing for everything.

"Whoever it is, throw your weapon this way and get out of there. NOW!"

However,it took the concept of "throwing" so literally that it shot the arrow and it hit my right side

"Damn bastard! Last chance!"

"Okay, okay. You caught me" said a girl with blonde hair and showing a sharp-toothed smile.

"Very funny. Give me that damn bow." She just rolled her eyes and gave it to me.

Just upon making contact I broke it in half with my right hand in front of that girl.

"Now, get out of my sight, kiddo"

She just laughed and walked away. Sore from the wound, I continued searching for a while until it got dark and I lost any visibility so I improvised a small camp and tried to get some sleep.

After that, I woke up after a while and saw a guy with a serious and expressionless face looking directly at me.

"Fuck! How long have you been standing there watching me?"

"I haven't been there long and I would suggest that you don't leave a campfire burning. You cause a fire or an animal sees you as its next dinner."

"Well...ugh!" I said before I felt a stinging pain in the wound from the arrow. "...thanks for the advice. You can go now"

"That wound looks serious. What happened to you?"

"A smiling blonde idiot shot an arrow at me, okay?"

"It would be better if you came with me. You could get infected and you could get sick."

"Yes, of course. I'm going to go with you, a boy who was staring at me while I was sleeping invites me to his home. Not creepy at all" I said, sarcastic.

"Stop whining around and get up once and for all" he said with an authoritative tone and giving the woman a hand to help her get up.

After a while, they arrived at the omega's small home, where he began to attend to the visitor.

"Sit right here and wait. I'll go get something to help you treating that nasty wound" he ordered the alpha as he took off his coat letting the girl see his silhouette, a not so thin body, a little chubby in reality but that looked cute to Momo, who was trying to look elsewhere.

"Found it! Now take your armor, so I can treat you"

The alpha only started to feel her face hot and her face starting to turn red.

"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing at all. I'm just feeling a little hot. It's only me, right?"

"Don't tell me your heat is near. If your looking for sex,get out of my house. I'm not that kind of Omega"

"No! It's nothing like that. I'm just... nervous"

"Of what?! It's only an ointment to help you heal fast"

"I'm not nervous of The treatment, Is just... I'm only using some bandages to cover my breasts, ok?!"

"Oh. Ok, then. W-Well, I would TRY not look at them but I don't promise nothing."

"O-Ok, then."

Momo POV

'What The fuck is wrong with you, Momo?! Feeling nervous because of an Omega?! What would people say if they know of this?!'

Narrator POV

Once the armor was removed, the Omega began to spread that type of “body cream” over the alpha's affected area.

"It will sting a little but you'll get better right away. You can put your armor back on now."

"Thank you, ....what's your name?"

"(Y/N)"

"Well...thank you very much, (Y/N)... oh, by the way, you don't know the flower Vallis Sanitatis ?

"Sure. It's the plant I used to cure you."

"Great. Well, thank you and good night"

"Wait!" yell (Y/N)

"Yes?" answered Momo

"I know it may sound inappropriate but you want to spend the night here. In these parts of the forest, it's hard to find a safe place. I'm not being bold."

The alpha just smiled tenderly back, with a little blush on her cheeks. "C-Of course not. Thanks for the invitation"

[buckysdoll24]

Part 4- Scar and Sally meet

⚠️Warning- Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Deaths, Talks of war, death, and R@pe, Tension between the OCS, and more!!⚠️

⚠️Just a reminder Oc is 19 and legal before someone starts ⚠️

3rd Pov

Sally Clearwater was still lying asleep on the sofa when the other warriors wished to leave and their High clan leader wasn't leaving." She's fine, we have to go and hunt the rest so we can return home," One warrior spoke.

"No! Mama saved me from them she deserves your respect and your loyalty!" Kat'ei yells as he holds Sally. Scar Kat'ei's father was intrigued by the small human who saved his son and created a small bond in a matter of almost 35 hours.

"We will stay, you may go and hunt, "Scar tells his warriors who were quick to leave. Kat'ei laid on Sally nuzzling her and purring clicking away in the hopes of waking her up.

"Who is this human, pup?" Scar asks." A female warrior, she hunted food, provided a home and saved me from them. She didn't steal me, she protected me like a mom should be doing," Kat'ei spoke.

"No others around here?" Scar wonders." No alone, she was terrified for me and almost sacrificed her life for me," Kat'ei whimpers as he nuzzles Sally.

Scar checks Sally's vital signs." She's okay, not harmed just needs to wake up," He tells his son. Suddenly Sally began to stir and the two waited by the staircase for her to wake up.

*

I begin to stir and wake up on my sofa and I see my cabin is empty of the humanoid aliens are gone but the others are still on the floor.

"Huh was that a dream or am I going mad?" I muttered to myself as I sat up."No, it wasn't a dream mama," Kat'ei appears and hugs me." You're okay?!" I smiled hugging him when I saw another him appear behind us.

I moved Kat'ei behind me." If you're angry with the boy leave him alone. I told him to come here, I protected him, fed him till you could find him. If your mad at someone be mad at me," I said firmly.

It lifted its arm to use its translator." I am not angry, I am thankful you protected my pup and I came because he told me the other aliens were here," He spoke." You're his father?" I said as he nodded in agreement.

"Right, I got a bone to pick with you!" I said with a look." How fucking dare you leave a six-year-old alone in the woods with fucking killer aliens roaming around?! He isn't a fucking warrior!! He's a kid!! Who needs protection not training idiot!! You are so lucky I found him and brought him back here!!" I shouted.

"Another thing! You've trashed my place!! So you can clean my fucking place up!! And bloody take your war elsewhere!" I said annoyed.

He looked shocked that a small human told him off." Now that's off my chest, I'm Sally Clearwater, 19 and human you are?" I asked." Scar Yuatja high clan leader and over 100 years old," Scar tells me.

"Huh, you are old! And have a child? Your biology must be very good with ageing and reproduction," I said with a smile.

Scar's mouth clicks as he nods." No mate?" I asked him." No, his mother was a how you say on earth?" Scar asks." An egg donor?" I said with a smile." That, I wanted to secure my bloodline, but no mate," Scar smiles." And you?" Scar wonders.

I froze at that," I have no one, everyone I know died before the aliens and after. My mom got taken and I found her ripped apart, I saw my classmates get attacked by the spider-like creatures and ripped apart," I said sadly.

"They are called xenomorphs the black aliens and the spider-like creatures are face huggers," Scar tells me." They are ugly bastards, so are you the hunters who kill them?" I asked him.

"We are, we will help fight back we've helped before," Scar tells me." Kat'ei shouldn't have come here you know this," I tell him as Kat'ei hugs my torso.

"I am glad I came, I met you, mama," Kat'ei smiles." Did you fix his translator?" Scar wonders." I did, and you need to fix his tracker so only your kind can find him. Fix your mistake, not him you," I said with a look.

Scar gulps at this," I was meant to fix it but I had to help Earth," He mumbles." I haven't been to the city but I've heard over my radio that some are fighting back some are giving up and letting the aliens use them and some are capturing people to give to the aliens in exchange for food," I tell him.

"Has anything else happened to you before we came here?" Scar asks sitting by me. I gripped my goggles." I don't want to talk about it," I muttered." Want something to eat?" I asked getting up.

I began to cook 4 pieces of steak for the two Yuatja kind in my home." I have to rebuild my home, I am not leaving this place," I said to myself.

Scar came up to me," You got hurt in the city didn't you?" He said." I got r@ped, molested and I almost got stolen," I tell him pushing him back.

"Get back from me, I don't like people in my space," I said firmly as he gripped my arm." We don't harm our women on my planet we worship them," Scar says softly.

"Good for them, humanity has turned bad when it's broken and the men don't think. Why do you think I'm here Scar?" I said sadly as Kat'ei nuzzles me and clicks away.

"So why are you here Scar?" I asked him." My kind are hunters and those aliens are the prey, we are here to get rid of them for good and help you out," Scar tells me." And you don't have any bad intentions do you?" I asked him.

"No, we don't have any quarrels with humans," Scars says." Good, thank you for coming to help I guess?" I smiled a little bit as Kat'ei yawns.

"Come on let's put you to bed unless your father wishes for me to stop," I said looking at Scar. Kat'ei looks at his dad with a please look," I'll allow it as he's bonded to you," Scar nods softly.

I take Kat'ei to his room," You're safe now, your father is here, so you must go to him if you need him," I smiled as Scar appeared." That's where he sleeps so go to bed with your child," I said with a smile before heading to my own bed for the night.

I lay in my bed thinking about how Scar helped me and I opened up the door, I came face to face with Scar." I guess I should say thank you for saving me, you didn't have to but you did. So thank you for doing that," I said with a gentle smile.

"You're welcome, my son told me everything when he communicated with me," Scar smiles the best he could as I could work out Yuatja don't smile much.

"He's a good person, but you need to understand you can't bring him on these missions if you are gonna leave him alone," I tell him.

Scar nods in understanding," You can rest with your son and get back to the war to help the humans who want to fight with you. I'm not moving anywhere near the city as I'm moving again," I tell him before going back into bed.

I lay in bed and looked out the window when the door creaked open and Kat'ei came inside." Don't go, I want you to come with us," Kat'ei says sadly and he climbs into bed and nuzzles me." I can't, I have to move. I'm not brave," I said gently stroking his hair as his father entered the room.

"You are Yuatja now, you protected my son and saved him and you have many trophies of your kills on the floor of your home that makes you brave and a warrior of my tribe," Scar tells me.

"You just accept me even though I'm human?" I asked." Yes, I've seen you fight, through his camera here," He pointed to Kat'ei's communicator." He's bonded with you also, Yuatja pups bonded with those who are truly motherly and he's chosen you," Scar says.

I looked at Kat'ei and nodded in agreement with his father." So what I come with you to the city fight then other creatures off and you all leave?" I asked." Yes, you'd be free of them and able to start again," Scar nods in response.

"I will think about, now sleep both of you we got a lot of work tomorrow," I said laying down as Kat'ei nuzzled into my stomach and held my stomach and holding me close.

I thought Scar had left when I felt the bed drip and I felt him behind me holding me close to him as if he wished to hold me in his arms and his son was purring and clicking away in his sleep.

I felt his arthropod-like mandibles clicking away above my head as he nuzzles into my body and I sort of felt safe in Scar's arms like something told me he was meant to be by my side.

But I know it's a foolish feeling to have and I know when this is all over he'll leave with Kat'ei and then I have to start again somewhere alone and that's okay.

Now tomorrow is another day, and I plan to maybe help fight back and create new inventions and communication systems for the world not that anyone would appreciate it.

Little did I know, I had to fight and protect but I'm sure it will be a worthy battle and hopefully end to this three year terror.

Part 5 is here!

[shutit-haha]

Crybaby Pt.1

"Oh don't tell me you're gonna start fucking crying." He huffed, tugging at is hair, while he rolled his eyes and snarled. His poor little spitfire, your eyes were all glossy, jaw clenched. You only ever cried after you snapped at someone, and well this was Katsuki. This was the love of your fucking life, your reason for existing, you never snapped at him. Same way how he never yelled or snapped at you, least not in an argument.

"I'm not gonna cry," then why were your words so shaky. You were doing your best to suppress both your tears and anger. The stare you gave him was your way of being scary, but of course his lovely girl only looked small to him. So as frightening as others found that hard stare to be, he only wanted to kiss your lips swollen.

"Don't start fuckin' crying." He was all up in your space now, looming and domineering an attempt to remind you who the fuck he was. This wasn't about putting you in your place (it never was) it was about you remembering his.

"Or what you'll get rid of me too." He had chosen someone else over Kirishima today, claiming that it was a strength thing. Frankly it pissed you the fuck off and even hurt Kiri a little. You knew your boyfriend hadn't really meant it that way, but he could have at least tried to say it nicely.

"You're being too fucking sensitive," he was starting to sound just like them.

"You're being too much of a dick," you as well. You were shaking from the frustration, absolutely fuming from how irate you were.

"You gonna fuckin' cry," he grinned. "too much of a dick," he brought himself closer to your ear. "Usually what you shout in bed."

You backed away from him, "are you even listening?" You didn't want the make up sex, you wanted him too learn. The idiot knew that, he just wanted you to stop looking at him like that; all disappointed and angry. The bulk of man could only think of dumbing you down with his cock, preferred when you were crying 'cause of that, when you looked at him like he was a god. "Bakugo," fuck did he prefer when that mouth of yours was full.

"Stop that shit already."

"When you look me in the eyes." The asshole had been staring down your shirt the whole time. "You know forget it, clearly you're a fucking kid. I'm not gonna waste my time with little boys, when you're ready to be a man come talk to me."

"Oh don't be such a prissy fucking crybaby, immature for no fucking reason."

You slammed the bedroom door behind you, gasping for air from your tightening windpipe. A crybaby! He had the audacity to call you a fucking crybaby and... here you were crying. You locked the door just as soon as you shut it, leaning back against it only to ultimately sit on the floor. You were a crybaby, the bastard was right.

[zae-heeyyy]

Hiatus

Summary: You meet John during his year away from the gang. Pairing: John Marston x gn!Reader but mostly platonic Word Count: 1,725 Tags/ Warnings: alcohol, violence, mature themes

a/n: Just a little idea I had. I actually sketched/traced the saloon picture on my iPad. (Thanks John for bad drawing skills because I'm not an artist. To be clear, this is my interpretation of John’s sketch of a saloon haha) Something a little different, I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading!

hiatus: A temporary departure or absence, often marked by a pause in activity or routine, reflecting a period of separation from the usual path or environment

Rip Van Winkle? Did he take you for a fool? You'd be insulted if you couldn't clearly see the bastard was miserable. It'd been three months since he stumbled into your saloon, throwing a few bills on the bar top. A few bills covered a lot of drinks, but a lot of drinks he had. He would drink and gamble all his money away and would somehow come back the next day with more. You didn't know any fellas around who could make their money and spend it as fast as he did. Minding your business seemed like the best course of action, and that's what you did, mostly. All you asked for was a name, and that's what he gave you. You took the hint and stopped asking questions. 

Until you couldn't curb your curiosity about the tall, lanky stranger anymore.

"What do you do, anyway?" You asked. Nobody around knew him, and it wasn't a big town. People were fishermen and farmhands, and he didn't fit either bill. He'd dodged that question, too. It didn't take long for you to figure out how he made his living when you saw him "accidentally" bump into someone. Just thirty seconds later, he threw the dime he'd presumably pickpocketed onto your bar. You stared at him, unmoving. 

"Well, you gonna pour that whiskey or not?" He learned on the counter, impatient, and glared at you. Intimidating you would take more work than he was probably used to.

"You gonna give that man his money back or not?" You shot back. His face didn't change, and he steadily held your gaze. He picked up the coin and placed it back on the counter, scooting it in front of you again.

"No," he replied simply.

"Then no." You responded with a shrug and turned to walk off to serve someone else. Rip sighed deeply and put another dime on the counter. 

"But I'll buy him a drink-- on him." You wanted to laugh but didn't give him the satisfaction. 

"Now I'm robbing him, too?"

"It ain't robbin. He was gonna buy a drink anyway," his tone grew even more vexed. You were the one loudly exhaling now. You took the money, poured the whiskey, and offered the other man his "free" drink. Rip was lucky you didn't call the law on him, but he seemed to have enough problems as it was. 

He took to you after that, though, always throwing extra change down for you to have a whiskey yourself. You'd thank him with short words, but never poured yourself a drink, knowing where the money came from. Keeping your distance seemed like the logical thing to do.

Then, someone you'd never seen before pushed open the doors to the saloon on a particularly slow night. You'd noticed Rip's posture stiffen as soon as he laid eyes on the man. He placed a casual hand on his right hip, and his eyes moved to yours for only a second before they were watching the man again. You should've felt something was wrong but didn't have time to think before the newcomer approached you, pointing his gun at you from inside his coat.

"All the money. Now. And don't say a word." Your blood ran cold, but before you could move, you heard a click.

"Put the gun down, idiot." Rip had moved from his seat and was standing behind the intruder, his own revolver pointed to the back of his head, "gonna lose your life over this? I hope you ain't as dumb as you look."

Rip diverted the stranger's attention long enough for you to reach for your own shotgun under the counter. You pointed your gun at the would-be robber, and Rip yelled at the few others in the saloon to get the law. You finally let yourself breathe when the man was taken away. 

Rip stayed for the rest of the night, sitting long past his usual departure time. Faint sunlight was beginning to peak in the windows, and your shift replacement had walked through the doors. Instead of going home, you walked around the bar to sit with Rip. Sometime in the night, he'd settled in a seat on the side of the bar, closer to you, still nursing the same glass of whiskey you'd poured hours earlier.

 "You knew that was gonna go down tonight, didn't you?" You'd asked. You noticed his sudden change of demeanor as soon as the thief stepped foot inside.

He shook his head, looking down at the glass. "Didn't really know. Had a feelin', though. Can't explain it. Maybe it was a look in his eye or how he walked in? I don't know, just a feelin'. I knew fellas like him." He paused for a moment, "Hell, I am a feller like him. "

You didn't know anything about him, but you think you understood. A feeling in your gut told you pickpocketing was the more tame of his crimes. 

"I'm surprised you didn't get in on it," Your tone was severe, but you were grinning at him. He scoffed, laughing a bit. 

"I ain't that far gone. I got morals, you know." You had an inkling that he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you.

"Morals." You repeated back to him. You couldn't believe the ridiculousness of it all. "Right"

He threw his hands up defensively, "Do you think I am the type of guy to put a gun in an innocent person's face? For some saloon cash?"

You shrugged, skepticism all over your face, "I can't say I know what kind of man you are, Mr. Van Winkle," you said, adding finger quotes around his name.

He looked down at his glass and let out another sigh. "John-- my name's John...Marston. Since you wanna know so bad," he finally finished off the last of the liquor. You searched his face; he was grimacing slightly.

You hum appreciatively. "It's nice to thank a man with his own name, John Marston. Thanks. You definitely saved my ass tonight. How about some breakfast on the house to show my appreciation?" 

Maybe oatmeal had some aphrodisiac properties you didn't know about, or perhaps you'd finally lost it. Still, somehow, you'd ended up pressed against the wall by the cowboy in a room above the saloon. His kisses were sloppy, and his movements were sporadic and clumsy, even. He'd made a move to pull you towards the bed but stumbled, knocking his head hard into yours. 

"Shit," he stumbled back, rubbing his head. You leaned against the wall, nursing your own sore dome. But the collision seemed to knock some sense into you. 

"This was...it wasn't..." You tried to find the words to let him down softly, but he cut you off with a shake of his head and sat on the bed.

"Yeah, weren't a good idea. Don't worry about it," he gave you a strained but reassuring smile, and you stood there in awkward silence before he spoke again, "I don't know what I'm even doin' these days." He said, eyes trained on the floor. Part of you couldn't believe that he was trying to have a conversation with you after that, but like always, you felt a little sorry for him. 

"How about another drink? For both of us."

He could say no to that, so you made your walk of shame back downstairs. Your colleague at the bar gave you a look but didn't say anything as he poured your drinks. After everything, you felt like he owed you the truth, and he was too tired to argue.

"Ask away," he relented. 

"Why the fake name?" That was your first question, and you had so many more when he was done talking. Almost hanged at twelve, riding with Dutch Van der Linde and robbing trains and banks. No wonder he was so miserable. 

"Left it all, and I don't feel any better. I'm still robbin, still here drinking every night."

"Doesn't sound any better," was all you could say. 

"It ain't. And the worst part? There was this girl, a working girl, who fell in with us, Abigail. Me and her-- well, she was more to me than a working girl, but then she got pregnant. And I got a son, at least, that's what she told me. Don't know if he's mine." He buried his face in his hands and groaned, the weight of it all heavy on his shoulders.

You were silent. You didn't know what to say or how to respond to any of it. All of this, his life, was something out of an Otis Miller tale. A life of crime was utterly foreign to you.

"That's...a lot," was all you could manage. He bobbed his head up and down in agreement. "Did you love her?" Something seemed to wash over him, and he stiffened. It took him a few moments to respond, but he looked off like he was picturing something in his mind's eye.

"I think I did. Think I still do." You could see the turmoil clearly on his face then. You snapped him back, your voice low and soft.

"Think she would lie to you? Especially about something like that?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything anymore."

You pondered for a second. "You said you didn't have a father until Dutch took you in. Want this kid to be the same, without a dad? You love his momma; you think she loves you. Give the kid a chance to grow up with parents that love each other."

You could see his jaw clench, and he waved you off without even considering what you said.

"Didn't ask for advice." 

"Well, I'm giving it to you, miserable bastard." He relaxed his jaw and chuckled.

"Fair enough."

More silence fell between you, and he finished what was left in his glass before sliding a dime to your co-worker and leaving. He returned only a handful of times after that, noticeably drinking less. One day, as he was leaving, he took his hat off and met your eye. 

"I'm gonna get goin' now. Thanks for everything." 

And you knew it was the last time you'd ever see him. You just hoped he decided to do the right thing. You had a feeling he did. 

[sixteenthchapel]

Hello! Just wanted to say that I'm in love with your art and ur one of the people that made me fall in love with jttw jdjdje Also ur characterization of Wukong and Tripitaka makes their dynamic so charming and amusing 😭 (They r so dumb god)

Random question! Do you have a favourite moment in the book?

First of all, thank you so much!! oh my gosh that is so kind TToTT I'm really happy you liked them!! The pilgrims all being dumb together is my favorite thing hhaha As to your question, oh man, absolutely. Its more a bunch of moments all from one chapter. My favorite chapter of the book goes something like this: And I've said this before but should say again, it has been several years since I read the novel cover to cover, so I may not remember all the details just right, but as I recall it, my favorite chapter is the one immediately following the story of the White Bone Devil, which is one of the most famous chapters. But to me, the story of the White Bone Devil is nothing compared to their ridiculous conflict with Lord Yellow Robe, Kui Mulang.

After Monkey is banished by Tripitaka, he goes back to Mt Huaguo, leaving Pigsy and Sandy to look after the priest. Which goes about as well as you'd think. Pigsy says he'll go find food, then just takes a nap, Sandy I think goes looking for him, and when they both don't come back for a while, Tripitaka goes looking for them and ends up walking DIRECTLY into this demon's lair.

When Sandy and Pigsy learn of the priest's capture, they attempt to stage a rescue. During the middle of the fight, Pigsy thinks they're going to lose so tells Sandy to cover him, he has to go take as shit IMMEDIATELY. Runs into the bushes, and escapes all the while Sandy is captured and yelling at him for being a fat, useless, coward (rude.. but in this case very true lol)

Pigsy, now alone and unsure what to do, flies to Mt Huaguo to find Monkey and ask him to come back and save everyone. He tells him everything that's happened, and that Trip has been captured and will surely die if he doesn't help. Even after hearing all that, Monkey refuses. He's still upset that Trip dismissed him and thinks dying and reincarnating ought to teach the brat a lesson! Pigsy gives up at first, skulking off and mumbling to himself about what a flea-ridden bastard Monkey is... this is overheard by some of Monkey's minions who deliver the news to the king himself. Monkey orders Pigsy to be brought back for execution LOL Thinking on his feet, Pigsy tries to redirect Monkey's ire, and thinks one of my favorite lines in the novel. "A warrior is more likely to answer a challenge than an invitation".

He tells Monkey that it wasn't him... This demon, Lord Yellow Robe, he's the one who called Monkey a weak, pathetic, cowardly fool.

And this makes Monkey ENRAGED

Monkey springs into action, flying to confront this demon. Screaming about all the nasty things this demon said about him while Lord Yellow Robe has no idea who the hell this monkey is or why he's so pissed off.

And boy, does Monkey go HARD on this guy. After he beats him up and along with a bunch of his soldiers, the demon retreats into his lair and Monkey is left out. He can't find a way to get to him, so instead takes out his anger on Kui Mulang's wounded but still living soldiers, killing them all. He meets back up with Pigsy and Sandy and tells them his brilliant idea to draw the demon back out.

By taking his half-human children and killing them outside the gates, hoping that will enrage their father enough to come back out. Even his companions think he's malding a little hard

This has gone on awhile so to cut the rest short, Monkey is eventually "victorious". I think I recall a subplot about Trip being turned into a tiger too, and there was this captured princess subplot too.

But this is my fave chapter lol. Basically "Monkey Accidentally Saves The Day By Avenging An Imagined Insult To Himself"

Peak Monkey behavior, absolute mad lad, everyone is an idiot. Its just a mess and I love it.

[queenofpurgatoryq]

@elysiankitty said: I've always wanted someone to write what might've happened if it had been Asi who found Alaz that first night, with no Ruya or Yaman. I thought about doing it myself, but I'm not much of a writer.

thank you for this idea!!

feel free to send me head canons/requests/anything aslaz related

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It was one of these nights where Asi simply needed to be out in the open.

It was strange considering she had spent a considerable time in her life dreaming of a roof over their heads to keep them secure, a warm bed and a door for a privacy. She had it now and she was content with her squeky bed and a room that smelled a little of mold and humidity yet some nights she just wished to breathe out in the open.

Maybe you could never get rid of the street kid you had inside of yourself, she had to wait and see.

Yaman was working that night and Cesur was having an early night in. Asi was feeling restless. She went out in her pijamas which were her old joggers and a band t-shirt Yaman had bought years ago, with her leather jacket on top. She was feeling chilly but the cold was a welcalmed addition to calm her mind in this restless night.

Her thoughts (that were all over the place to begin with) were interrupted with a loud engine sound and a distant club music blasting from the speakers.

She rolled her eyes at the audacity, at this hour of the night and at this neighbourhood it had guts to drive around like that.

She turned around to see the car and was blinded by the headlight and well, the car was moving towards her too fast and she barely threw herself of road.

The car stopped with tires screaming with the force of it, the music was still blasting as she heard someone getting out of the car.

She groaned a little as she rolled on to her back, her arm was hurting a little.

"Hey, sorry I didn-"

"Are you fucking crazy?" She yelled as she sat up, she was fuming. "You entiled rich bastard, almost fucking killed me!"

She got up and tried to get rid of the dust on herself.

"Well, you were the one on the road," the guy muttered which made Asi even angrier. She looked up with a frown on her face.

"DOES THAT MEAN YOU CAN KILL ME, YOU FUCKING IDIOT?"

She moved forward and the guy took a step back with his hands above the air in surrender. His hair was ruffled and he was swaying a little bit, barely standing still. "Wow, easy there girl. You are the one with a possible murder charge here, with that murderous look in your eyes."

The guy laughed, he looked young and hadsome when he did. With that Asi punched him across the face.

"FUCK!" The guy yelled as he stepped back and fall down on his back like a rag doll. Asi could smell the booze off of him now, could see his white shirt clining on to his chest with sweat. She stared at him as he laid down with an arm drapped over his eyes, and his face squmished with pain.

Of course the rich asshole was drunk or high or both, and she had knocked him down.

Asi started to feel a little anxious, she did not want an actual murder charge on her hands on a random Friday. She moved closer and nudged him with her shoe, she could see his chest raising and falling which was a relief but there was no response. "Hey, asshole. Wake up," she said.

Oh god, was he brain dead or something?

She crouched next to him, his lip was bleeding from her punch and in her opinion it was well deserved. Such a pity that the bastard had a pretty face and she had to mess it up a litile.

"Come on, wake up," she said again. The music was blasting and the car screaming a techno song still and Asi felt like throwing up. "Hey! Are you ok-"

As she grabbed him by his shoulders and shook a little, he grabbed her by the wrist and smiled. "I think you deserved this scare," he opened his eyes with a mischievous glint in them. Asi yanked her hand and sat down as she stumbled back.

"You are such an asshole. Goodbye," she spat out as she got up.

The guy chuckled, and then subsequently started coughing in pain. "Don't go! My head hurts, you broke me, you fix me," he demanded but it felt childlike instead of commanding to Asi. He tried to sit up on the pavement and groanad in pain a little. He touched the back of his head and there was a little blood on her finger tips.

Great, fucking great.

"The weather is so nice. Should we go dancing?" He barely got up on his feet swaying from side to side and Asi had to hold him by the shoulder to prevent him from falling again.

"You are about to die you idiot, you might have concussion! Stay still," she said.

"But its so hot! I wanna swim."

Asi groaned as the guy ckumsily tried to unbutton his shirt, while she struglled to keep him still. He managed to get one open, she could see a silver chain dangling on his neck, some chest hair and smooth looking skin.

"You're gonna freeze, stop it!" She hissed ande grabbed him by his wrist. His hands were beautiful, fingers long and lean, decorated by several stylish rings.

The guy finally stopped moving and stared at her as if it was the first time. He was breathing heavy with his lips slightly parted, they were standing close now. His pupils were dialeted and eyes were unfocused but Asi could feel he was coming down off of what ever was running in his blood stream.

"You are so fucking pretty," he stated, there were no hint of any game, just observation.

Just when Asi was about to push him away the guy grimaced dropping his head on her shoulder. Their hands were trapped between thier chests and Asi heard a low groan. "I think I'm gonna puke."

Asi pushed him just in time and let him hold her arms as he moved forward and threw up on the ground.

"Its Alaz by the way," he said after coughing for almost a minute.

It was gonna be a long night.

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bayramınız kutlu olsun 💕 eid mubarak to ones who are celebrating. i wish everyone a good time with your loved ones

[viburnt]

hello!! I'd like to request "I just need a chance!" with pro-hero! katsuki who's kind of a dick to his secretary who has had for a few years, he's always rude, loud, and brash because well...he's katsuki but he's waaay worse with her because he's trying to mask his feelings for her and she gets fed up with her attitude and tries quitting angst with a happy ending please and thank you 💝

I got carried away with this one a little and it turned longer than expected, I had so much fun! I hope you enjoy it, Anon!

-Viburnt

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 || 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

—The hell you mean you are quitting?— Bakugo asked as your shaky hands held the resignation form, your body stiff like a deer facing a wolf.

You had been his secretary for almost a full year, and even though you'd lasted more than your predecessor, the way your boss treated you had finally gotten under your skin.

"It's fairly common for Dynamight to be strict with his employees," you were told before adventuring to the agency for the first time; you weren't warned whatsoever about how caustic the blond could get with his belittling comments and snarky remarks—especially when he was targeting them at you.

—I- I just got a better offer, sir.— The man heard you utter, leaving his desk to walk up to you. He took the paper sheet from your hands to read it, quickly deciding to discard it into the shredder.

He looked at you up and down, making you feel small.

Why did he always have to make you feel like that lately?

—And who is precisely trying to steal my assistant?— His husky voice asked, sending shivers down your spine. You averted your eyes from him to avoid giving away you were lying, still not having the guts to tell him it was his fault you were leaving your job.

—It's a small company, they are starting to grow.— Your voice meekly answered, praying that he wouldn't tell you were making up an excuse.

Perhaps you should've lied a little better than that.

—Isn't the money I pay you enough?— He asked, lifting your chin with his calloused fingers. You hated how even when you despised him during work hours, your heart would skip a beat whenever he talked like that.

"This cute bastard!" You thought, fighting back the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

—You are terrible at pretending, you know?— He sardonically whispered in your ear. —If you want to go, give me the real reason. I'm not letting you go until then, nerd. —You heard him taunt, and just like a switch, all the anger that had cramped inside you burst.

Your face contorted into a frown that Bakugo could only describe as cute, clenching your fists with intensity. "Feisty," he thought as you looked at him with vexation.

—Fine! You are always scolding me in front of other people like I'm some sort of idiot! A-and you keep treating me like a fucking baby! I know how to use a damn printer-

Bakugo heard your little rant begin, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned on his desk. "Have I pushed her around too much?" He wondered, noticing your distress. If he was honest with himself, he didn't mean to be so harsh on you; he just wanted that stupid fuzzy feeling you gave him to disappear.

With a flustered face, he decided to say one particular phrase you'd never imagine to hear, interrupting your fit of office rage.

—I'm sorry if I've been too hard on you.— He apologized, letting go of your face. —It's just- your stupid face always makes me say lame stuff and all.—

Your eye twitched in annoyance.

—Huh? My stupid face? What the- You were about to snap, interrupted by Bakugo's stern voice.

—What I'm trying to say is that I like you, you dumb ass dork. I've been trying hard to get rid of this shitty corny feeling for months now!— He yelled, not caring if the entire office heard him (not like they could say a word about it). —If you want to quit, fine, do so. I've been a bastard with you for months.

Your mouth dropped in shock, eyes wide at the confession. "Did he really just say he...likes me?" You thought your heart beat grew faster. It was known that when little boys liked someone they sometimes mistreat their crush, but this was on another level.

Inhaling sharply, you landed a slap on the blond's face, small frustration tears rolling down your cheeks. He didn't bother retaliating, acknowledging how deserved that was.

— You made me feel incompetent for months, because you liked me?— You exposed. Bakugo felt shame for his actions, recognizing—lately—that they were not the best course of action.

— If I can somehow convince you to stay after the fucking mess I made, say so. I just need a chance!— He promised, sternly. —But if you want to go...

—Dinner.

—What?— The blond said in surprise, watching you trying to calm down. —Dinner. If you want to convince me, take me to dinner.— You said, giving him hope. —And I'm expecting a fancy place; I didn't endure your shit to be eating fast food.

Katsuki's face turned from astonishment to confidence, his signature cocky smile greeting you. You walked up to him with an embarrassed face and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek.

—Pull another stunt like that and you are really going to need a new assistant.— You warned, feeling his hands carefully finding their way to your waist. —Got it... —He muttered, leaning in to give you a real kiss.