#meanest shit ever leave him alone

[mutagn]

still on my usagi grind. his forehead scar (it's curved downward and thanks to the animation style kind of looks like a stylistic choice for his eye/eyebrow area, but it's a scar) that he gets in the battle in which mifune is killed is fully there when we meet him. what are you all doing to this child

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

There's an anger in me (I think I learned it from you)

hope here needs a humble hand - series masterlist here

pairing: platonic bruce wayne x reader, platonic dick grayson x reader

length: 1.9k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

warnings: reader and dick get into a fight and dick is so mean. reader definitely has trauma and issues but Good Dad Bruce Wayne is here so it's fine and also Big Brother Dick in the end

a/n: I'm not a dick grayson hater but I do think he'd be the biggest bitch and say the meanest shit in a fight. anyway life is kicking my ass so bad rn so idk if this is even any GOOD but you can have it <3

Alfred sighs to himself, a disapproving sort of frown finding its way onto his face as he listens to your raised voice, you and Dick butting heads again. It's not uncommon for you to find reason to argue with the others, but it is tiresome - frustrating to him that you can't seem to lay down this constant fight of yours that you live with.

And Dick? Well, as he spits an insult back and you and you shove at his chest, Alfred idly thinks that maybe he's your worst target so far. Dick Grayson may be kind under typical circumstances, but anger like this brings out the worst in him.

"At least Bruce wanted me," he snaps at you. "You just shoved your way in."

That doesn't just stop you, it stops everyone in their tracks. It especially stops Bruce, who had come into the Cave when he'd gotten word from Alfred about another fight. And there's just… silence at first. You, staring up at Dick with wide, hurt eyes while his anger slowly melts, regret replacing it.

"Hey, I didn't mean -" but you don't stay to listen, fleeing past Bruce and out of the Cave, despite his calls of your name. You don't stick around to hear the way Bruce rips into Dick about it, berating him for even suggesting such a thing, before he follows you up to the Manor. 

Alone in your room, with the walls closing in on you and your lungs squeezing painfully, your breath catches as you hear footsteps approaching. Bruce's knocks on your door are as gentle as the way he calls your name, asking you to please open the door.

You don't.

How can you? He's right, he's right, he's right - Bruce didn't want you. How much trouble have you caused since you got here? - too much, your brain supplies. And Dick is right, Bruce didn't want you… he couldn't have. You, with your headstrong determination, pushing your way into anything and everything that you'd ever wanted. You, with your heels always dug in and your arms always crossed and your shoulders always squared. How could he possibly want that?

You pace behind your locked door, pulling on your hair as your breath quickens, words you've heard a million times running through your head.

Spoiled, selfish, stubborn -

Bruce's voice on the other side of the door isn't enough to drown it out, his promises of, "I love you, we all love you. Dick didn't mean that, and he'll apologize to you when you're ready. Please come out, sweetheart… I love you, and you have always been wanted by me. You've always been wanted by this family."

You stare at the door as if glaring hard enough would make it soundproof, your breath still coming out in short little gasps as you clench your fists, nails digging into the skin of your palms. You watch through blurred vision as Bruce's shadow shifts and darkens under the door - you watch as he settles on the other side of the wood, determined not to leave you to do this alone.

"You come out whenever you're ready, sweetheart," he says gently. "I'll be here."

You scoff, turning abruptly away from the door - away from him. He won't stay - he won't, he won't, he won't -

"I won't leave you." Bruce's voice is heard again and you squeeze your eyes shut. It's like he knows, and you can't figure out how, can't fathom the idea that he really has been paying attention all this time, that he knows you and your ticks and your traumas. You curl up on top of your bed, determined to just shut down until it's all over - until he gives up and leaves you be. Maybe then you can leave, too - leave for real. Maybe it would all be better if you slipped out quietly, off into the city, into someone else life and away from this one. Maybe there really wasn't room for you in this family.

When you wake later, the first thing you're forced to notice is the throbbing behind your eyes and the light that streams in through the window, the sun beginning to set and bathing you in a halo-like glow. Sitting up, you notice a shadow still stationed on the other side of your door, having stayed, unmoving, for as long as you'd been hiding. 

Getting up slowly, you make your way to it, sitting down with your back against the door and letting your head thump rather loudly against the wood of it. It's only then that Bruce moves, shifting on the other side. You clench your fists on your lap as words get caught on their way out. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for staying.

"Why are you still there?" Is all that ends up coming out, the words harsh as they cut through the air. You flinch at hearing them, your own voice hatefully foreign to you.

"Because I love you," Bruce says simply, like it's such an easy thing. "And I promised I wouldn't leave you." You sit still after that, turning what he's said over in your mind again and again and again before standing abruptly and wrenching your door open, relying on Bruce's reflexes to get himself up and standing by the time you do.

Fortunately, he's always been a little faster than you, always a little better. By the time you're looking at him, he's standing in your doorway, his shoulders slumped as he slouches down to look you in the eye. He's making himself smaller, you realize, something that feels like regret eating away at you. He's making himself small and it's your fault. 

But Bruce isn't looking at you like he blames you, and the way he ever so gently puts his hands on your shoulders and presses a kiss to the crown of your head speaks only of love. Only of forgiveness. You stand straighter when he does, a silent urge for him to do this same - for him to be tall for you. Maybe then, you wouldn't have to be.

"It's true, though, isn't it? You ask, something pained in your voice that you can't quite hide. 

"It's not." There's a way he says it, like it's written in some holy text somewhere and he's promising it now because faith demands it. "You are always wanted here. And you always will be."

"What if I never believe that?"

"Then we'll keep telling you." You shoot Bruce a look at his assuredness, one that just makes him smile down at you.

"Even Dick?" You ask, uneasiness finding its home in you despite your clenched fists and set jaw.

"Especially Dick, he answers easily. "I'm sure he'll spend a very long time trying to make up for this. He never means it, you know - there's this anger in him that he can't quite shake sometimes." Your shoulders slump at his words and you drop your chin, eyes trained on the floor.

"Yea," your voice is bitter. "That, I understand."

You find, later that night, that you wish Dick didn't care quite so much. Your mask covers your face, the hard set of your jaw and the annoyance that pulls down your brows, but in the faint moonlight of the docks, you're sure Dick can see the taught pull of your shoulders.

Thank god it's a slow night, you find yourself thinking as you perch on the edge of a rooftop, kicking your legs over the edge. You know he's around, watching and waiting and trying to find a moment to approach you. You think you'll have to find the moment for him when Nightwing finally sits next to you, his movements silent and slow. He looks at you long and hard, his own eyes hidden behind his mask as you stare out at the water, waiting for him to decide how this will all go.

"I don't always say the right thing," is what he ends up confessing. "And it wasn't fair for you to be on the receiving end of that. I'm… sorry."

"I started it," you say simply. "You shouldn't apologize for biting back."

"No," Dick says carefully, tapping his finger on his thigh. "But I should apologize for how I did it." You look at him, then, eyes searching his face and cursing the masks you both wear, layers of protection against anyone who would try to know you.

"Did you mean it?" You finally ask. "Is it true? Because if it is… if it is, then you should only apologize for lying to me up till now."

"It's not," Dick answers, and there's something in the clear ring of his voice that reminds you of Bruce. Your lips twitch into a smile as you think of how unhappy he'd be to find that out. "Things with Bruce and I… well, I'm sure you know they weren't always good." 

"I don't actually know everything," you huff back. "Even my eavesdropping has limitations - especially with all of you. You're a lot harder to hide from than everyone else." Dick grins at that, a self-satisfied sort of thing that makes you regret speaking.

"Well, it's lucky, I guess," he goes on. "The Bruce you know now - he's a lot better than he was in the beginning."

"Don't you think we all are?" You ask before you can stop yourself, eyes snapping back out to the water as you desperately try to close yourself off from him, heart hammering at the response you're sure to get. There is no part of you that's getting better. There is no part of you that can be good. But Dick just readjusts how he's sitting, sliding closer so that your shoulders bump and he can tap your hands with his own, a silent chide for the way you twist your fingers nervously.

"You're right," he says plainly, and suddenly you're glad for the masks. You're not sure what would happen if you looked over and saw that big brother, sick-with-pride look he's so fond of. "When Jason came along, it felt a bit too much like being replaced. I know it was a long time ago, but… maybe I still feel it a bit more than I should - whenever anyone new comes along. It's not your fault… it's not your fault and I'm glad you're here."

You sigh at his words, tipping back until you're laying on the rooftop, your legs still kicking over the edge as you pretend to look up at the stars, blinking tears away rapidly behind your mask. You're sure he knows, but you're also sure he's too kind to say anything, laying back with you and interlocking his hands behind his head to lean on.

There's a lot you think you should say right now. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for coming back for me. Thank you for not leaving me behind. Thank you for not giving up on me. 

"What are you hanging around here tonight for, anyway?" Is what comes out instead, but you find you aren't so bothered by it this time.

"Want me to stick around? Finish your patrol with you?" Is his only answer. You huff.

"I don't need help taking care of the docks. I've been doing that longer than I've been involved with you idiots." Dick laughs, loud enough that you groan and roll away from him, standing up and crossing your arms. 

"Well, you never know, then," he responds easily as he swings himself to his feet. "Maybe we could learn something from each other."

"Fine," you snipe back, but you can't help the way you bounce on the balls of your feet, a weight you hadn't realized you'd been carrying starting to lift. "Maybe we can."

[r0ttenhearts]

I saw you're taking req, hmm I wanted some angst like neglected reader & diluc or kaveh, the story or plot is up to you 🥹🥹

look at me

diluc x reader

warnings: mean diluc, one sided relationship, arguments, angst

another night you found yourself alone in bed, the book you had been reading laid open on the spot that belonged to diluc, or used to. longer nights seemed to be often now, staying up for him. not like he cared for your presence anyway. only giving you a glance when he’d get in bed, facing away from you.

the cold feeling of the sheets on your skin no longer warmed your heart, trying to grasp at the scent of him on his pillow. it was like loving a ghost. if you could even call it a relationship anymore.

dates and anniversaries had been forgotten about for months now, empty promises he’d give you before stopping completely. never giving you anything to hope for. that’s what you believed on your birthday, leaving you alone that night. a thickly frosted cake sitting in front of you, tears in your eyes with his maids somber smiles as you blew out your candles.

you still held hope in your heart, hope that things would go back to how they used to be, to a loving relationship with him. that was until that night. screams and tears being the only thing between you two.

“i’ve told you for the last time, (y/n). i’m busy. can’t you take this up with sucrose or one of your other friends? i don’t have time for this nonsense.” diluc sighed, pressing his thumbs on the bridge of his nose.

“we haven’t done anything together in months, diluc.” you looked at him with hope in your eyes, holding out a flyer for the upcoming windblume festival in mondstat. “we can go to this together! it’ll be like how we used to go to your wine festival’s back in the day, but this time you won’t have to-“

his gloved hand tearing the sheet out of your grasp and ripping it in half silenced your words. you stared at him, wide eyed as he looked to you with the meanest glare he only reserved for kaeya.

“i don’t give a shit to go to some silly festival with you. do you ever wonder why i don’t spend time with you anymore (y/n)? why i’d rather be manning the bar instead of letting my employees do it?” he seethed, getting right in your face as you stood there frozen.

his fiery red hair matched his tone as you felt your love and hope for this relationship slowly wither with every word that came out of his mouth. his piercing eyes not hiding his distaste for you,

“the reason is i simply cannot stand to be here with you. i can’t stand the way you look at me so stupidly. you still believe something is there when i haven’t even looked at you in months.

i don’t love you anymore (y/n). get that through your thick skull. or do you still think i’m kidding? that one day i’ll waltz in here and kiss you like i used to? that i won’t leave you alone here every day with the maids?

nothing will change. i don’t care if you leave me. do what you wish, just stop bothering me.”

he left your shared bedroom with a slam of the door. the glass on your bedside table shaking as silent tears slipped down your cheeks. you were tired. tired of the fighting, tired of him.

the next day you did as he asked, or screamed. with a heavy heart you left his manor, a home you had known for six years. ignoring his lingering stares in the streets of mondstat for the next few months.

every time you’d see him stop and stare at you, you’d shake your head. he didn’t miss you. you couldn’t miss him. nothing was waiting for you back at the winery.

you never knew of the way he’d uncap some of his special wine, sitting at the same table you used to have dinner alone in. gulping down the bitter liquid, he hated every second of it sliding down his throat. but he hated the way he felt without you even more.

the day he told you those words he’d felt nothing but regret. coming home to an empty house solidified that feeling of guilt and pain as he remembered the look on your face as he claimed he no longer felt anything for you. it was a lie. he lied to keep you away, away from his duties to hunt down the fatui. you didn’t know he was the infamous dark night hero, only believing his white lies of being at the bar every night.

oh how cruel could fate be as he watched you move on. you’d refuse to look his way if he stood next to you at a stall, your gaze locked on the merchant. never at him.

eventually your gaze would be locked onto his brother, kaeya. kaeya’s smirk as you held onto his arm made his blood boil. he had taken something else from him. but were you ever his to be taken from?

as he sat on the floor of his cellar, tears in his eyes as he inhaled the smell of grapes and liquids he now found comfort in, he only thought of you.

“hey (y/n).. the windblume festival is coming up soon.. do you want to go together.” he whispered to himself, more hot tears running down his face.

“i didn’t mean what i said that night.. i’ll cut off my own tongue so i never yell at you again.. so please,

promise you won’t go.”

taglist: @samarill @lelemnh

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Bully (Homelander)

Description: Y/N Bullies Homelander and he gets fed up

Word Count: 2,481k

Author’s Note: I have another version of this that ends differently if you guys want it.

She walked into the seven’s headquarters where everyone is at for a meeting. Everyone was already there except Y/N who just now walked in. Homelander had an annoyed look on his face as she walked through the door and to her chair. She sat down and smiled at all the members besides Homelander. “You’re late.” He said. She looked over at him, annoyed. “Can it, Cape Boy.” She said. Maeve and Starlight tried not to laugh. Y/N bullied him constantly and it was so funny. What was odd was that Homelander never fought back really. He would just roll his eyes and go back to whatever he was doing. Before Y/N came along he was the big bad Homelander but now Y/N seemed to run things.

After the meeting was over they all got up to leave. Y/N walked by Homelander and bumped into his shoulder causing him to scoff. She turned towards him and raised an eyebrow. “Got a problem, Stars and Stripes?” She asked. “Yeah you bumped into me.” He said. She shrugged and turned away. “Go cry about it you mommy milk drinker.” She said. He was tired and sick of her bullying.

It was day after day that the team had to hold back their laughs as she said the meanest things to him. Nobody felt bad for him due to him being a dick all the time. “I am the Homelander and I really can do whatever the fuck I want.” He growled. She mocked him and laughed. “Shut the fuck up you pussy. You ain’t gonna do shit.” He was beet red after that. Embarrassed as he saw the team trying to not laugh. 

When Soldier Boy arrived it got worse. “You think you’re tough shit? Buddy you’re wearing a cape.” Soldier Boy said to him. “And Spandex too.” Y/N added. Ben looked at her amused. “You’re wasting your time with him. He’s nothing but a whining mommy milk drinking bitch.” She told him. Ben smirked at the woman. “I like this one.” He said and she smirked. Homelander didn’t know why but he got insanely jealous of that. “Your daddy doesn’t want you, go cry about it.” Homelander held back the tears in his eyes. It was humiliating. Y/N tore him to shreds with her words while Soldier Boy, His dad, laughed. He never got love or anything like that. Deep down that’s all he wanted but Y/N made sure he knew everyday that he didn’t have it and never will. 

Once he was alone he would cry. Her words felt like knives to him. He hated that she affected him like that. The one time she caught him crying she laughed at him. She cackled and cracked up as the man stared at her with tears streaming down his face. “Please you’re only upset because nobody’s ever stuck up to you before and you don’t like it. You don’t like that I'm not afraid of you and that you can’t control me like you can the others. Boo fucking hoo.” She said. She was right. He hated that she wasn’t scared of him or bowed down to him like most around him. But her words also hurt him because she made him feel like shit. She made him feel like he didn’t matter and that her words were right. 

He started coming into work not saying anything and not acting like a cocky son of a bitch. The team was confused by his silence but thankful nonetheless. He glared at the woman making his life a living hell as she walked through the door and into her seat. He stared at the table as she talked, not daring to look at her. Everyone saw the look in his eyes. She broke him. “Bitch boy stop zoning out I’m talking.” She said. He looked up at her with broken eyes. She chuckled. “Why the sad face?” She asked. “Why are you so mean to me?” He asked. The others decided to get up and leave not wanting to see this. They enjoyed seeing him not be a cocky son of a bitch but they admitted Y/N was harsh. “Aww does that make you sad? Are you gonna cry?” She mocked him with a frown. “I never did anything to you. Nothing and you make me feel worthless.” He said. “Good.” “But why? What have I done to you?” He asked. She scoffed at him. “Are you being serious right now?” She asked him.

“The big bad Homelander is actually upset by what I say?” She laughed a little. “You’re fucking evil.” She laughed at his response. “I’m evil? Have you met yourself?” She asked, standing up. “Homelander you seriously are a piece of shit. You have no emotions or care towards anything or anyone. You act like you can control the world just because you’re a strong man but in reality you’re a whiny little boy that never got love from mommy or daddy.” He had tears in his eyes at this point. He didn’t care that she would laugh anymore. “You’re a monster, Homelander. You deserve every word I serve you.” She said. He stood up. “No. I save people, I'm a hero.” He said not looking at her. “Oh my god no you are not. You made a girl kill herself, you talk down to regular people because you think you are above all but newsflash Homelander, you’re not.” She walked closer to him. “I may be the only person that tells you the truth in your life so get used to it.” She said and walked away leaving him in tears. 

From that day on he wasn’t himself. Not even to the world. This powerful tall ego he had was no more. He didn’t even want her gone, that’s the worst part. She gave it to him straight and he had to appreciate that but she was awful to him. She was powerful, a strong woman that didn’t need anyone to protect her. He watched her as she spoke to the crowd and the crowd loved her. She was beautiful and fierce. She would make a better leader than him. That’s what the people were saying. He read the article in anger and hurt. The people wanted Y/N as the new face of the seven.

He had enough of her games. He stormed into the quarters where she was and threw the paper down in front of her. “You happy now? You took everything from me.” He told her. She looked at the paper and smirked. “Someone had to.” He scoffed. “I get it you hate me, you think I’m a monster, you want my position. Well guess what? You may take my pride, my happiness but you won’t get that.” He growled. “I don’t want your position you dumb fuck. I want you to realize you are a terrible person.” She stood up. “What do you want me to say? That you’re right? That I seek validation from others and that I'm sad that I never got love from parents? That I think I’m better than everyone else but I actually am insecure but since I have powers I use that to my advantage? That I actually am hurt by your words because you’re right? Is that what you want?” He yelled. “Is that the truth?” She asked him. “Yes, okay? You’re right about everything you said.” She didn’t laugh or give him a smirk. “I hate myself because of you and you made me realize that I'm a shitty person.” He yells. She watches him as he breaks down. Tears stream down his face as he sobs and cries.

She got what she wanted but it didn’t feel that good. Right here, right now she saw a broken man. She walked over to him and he expected her to laugh in his face but she didn’t. He looked at her and she took his hands. “I know it sucks. But you needed to realize that.” She tells him. “Homelander you can always better yourself. You don’t need to be the villain.” She says. He looks at her with soft eyes. “You deserve love. Everybody does.” She whispers. He leans in and tries to kiss her. She backs away. “Oh right. You wouldn’t love somebody like me.” He says. She shakes her head. “No I wouldn’t.” He looks down and nods. “I should have known that.” He whispered. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hey, you'll find somebody.” She whispered. He had tears falling down. “You said it yourself, nobody will love me.” “Someone will. I promise.” 

Everyone found it strange that Y/N didn’t bully him anymore and that he wasn’t a cocky piece of shit anymore. He wanted to better himself but just for her. She was the only one in his life that told him the truth and didn’t lie to him. He adored that. But he knew that her words were true and that she hated him. She spoke from the heart and that was just that. But Y/N maybe have had the act of hating him, she couldn’t bring herself to fully hate him. She could tell he’d been through so much but that didn’t give him the right to act the way he did. But after the last time they were alone she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

She saw the hurt in him, the need and want of love. “Ok guys that wraps it up.” Homelander said closing the meeting. Y/N stood up with the rest of the seven and went to exit the room. “Y/N can we talk?” He asked her. She turned around and looked at him. “Yeah sure.” She said. She walked over to her seat and sat in it. He cleared his throat and sat back down in his seat. “Are you okay?” She asked him. “Yeah uh I just can’t stop thinking about the other day.” He whispered. “Okay. Well I can’t either. Kinda crazy right?” She asked with a light laugh. “We almost kissed.” He said. “Well you tried to kiss me.” She pointed out. “I know and I’m embarrassed because I thought we had the same thought.” He said.

She looked at him. “Oh Homelander it’s not that, it's just.” She sighs. “Just what?” He asked. “I didn’t expect you to try and kiss me. I didn’t think you’d have feelings for me. I mean I was mean to you.” She said. “Yeah but I liked that you were honest with me and you make me wanna become a better person.” He said. She gave him a soft smile. “Why do I make you wanna become a better person?” She asked. “I wanna be good for you. I don’t want you to hate me anymore. I wanna be with you.” Her jaw dropped at his words. “Homelander, you don’t actually wanna be with me. You just liked that I told you how it was.” She said.

“No. Please don’t tell me what I want.” She nodded. “I know in my heart that I wanna be with you. I was so sad that you were mean to me because I love you.” “You don’t even know me.” She said, “Then let me.” He begged. She looked around. “Just a week ago we were enemies and now you wanna be with me?” “Yes. So let me take you out.” She looked at him and saw that he was being serious. “Okay.” She said and gave him a small smile.

She looked in the mirror and sighed. She would have puked at the thought of going out with him but now it doesn’t feel like that anymore. Her dress was a pretty red and pushed up her boobs. She wore her hair in a ponytail. She was nervous. She was going out with the man that she hated more than anything. She sighed and stepped out of the bathroom at Vought tower. She saw him facing away from her. He still had on his suit but she didn’t expect him to take it off. He turned around and smiled. “Hey wow you look beautiful.” He told her. She looked down at what she was wearing. “Well thank you.” He held out his arm and she took it. “So are we eating here?” She asked him. He looked at her. “I pulled a few strings and got us some of the best food in the city.” She looked at him confused. “Best food in the city?” He nodded. He opened the door to the quarters.

All the chairs except theirs were gone. The food was placed at the table with wine glasses. She looked at him. “You think you’re hot shit?” She asked. His face dropped. “I’m kidding. This is awesome.” She said and took a seat at the table. He shook his head and sat down. “Glad you like it.” He said. He watched as she eat her food and drank the wine. They talked about life and what he remembers. “So have you ever thought about leaving?” She asked him. “Like they would let me.” “You’re the Homelander. You can do whatever the fuck you want.” She told him.

He smiled at her. “Sounds way better coming out of your mouth.” He said. She chuckled and set her glass down. “Yeah well that might be the only time you hear me say it.” She joked. “Do you ever think about leaving?” He asked her. She looked at her food. “All the time.” “Why?” He asked. “I want to have control over my own life.” She said and looked at him. He thought about her words and how he would love to know that feeling and have it. The rest of the night went by smoothly. Until the end of the night the conversation was long forgotten about. “I think we should do it.” He said. She looked at him confused about what he was talking about. “We should leave.” Her jaw dropped. “Homelander you don’t mean that.” She said. “I do. We should leave this place and get one of our own.” She took his hand. “One step at a time, yeah?” She smiled at him. He nodded. 

At the end of the date he walked her back to her room. She turned towards him with a small smile. “I had fun.” she told him. “Yeah me too.” He said. She looked at his lips and bit hers. He saw and leaned down. She met him halfway and their lips touched. His hands went around her waist and hers went around his neck. They pulled away after a few moments. “Night.” She whispered as she opened her door. “Goodnight.” He said back, watching her close her door. She had a smile on her face as she had her back to the door. He walked away with a smile.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Right After All: Part Seven

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: minor angst

Summary: You've studied so hard to be a nurse but you're finding yourself wanting to go on more hunts with Sam and Dean. After you've convinced them to let you go on a vampire hunt, you don't realize how exhilirating it is.

Right After All Masterlist

Square Filled: gas station for @spnclassicbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You and Clarissa haven’t talked since Disneyland, and you’ve been avoiding her. You told her that you love her boyfriend. What sister would be okay with that? Clarissa is a very emotional person and you hate doing anything to upset her. You never wanted to come between them. Still, you have to face her eventually so you go to the Bunker knowing she’s been staying here since you got back from Disneyland.

You knock on the door and wait for someone to answer it, and you’re kind of disappointed when Sam does.

“Hey, come in.”

“Thanks. Is Clarissa here?” He doesn’t have to answer because you see her in the war room about to head up the metal stairs. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling and texting you. We should talk.”

“I gotta run but I’ll see you at home.” Your heart drops knowing she is avoiding you but she pulls you in for a hug. “It’s going to be a girls weekend, okay? I’m taking you out.”

“Okay.”

She pulls away from you and leaves the Bunker with a smile on her face. She doesn’t seem all that upset. Then again, she’s a good actress. Once she pretended to be nice to you for a family gathering but then when you were alone, she gave you the meanest cold shoulder. You forget why you two were fighting.

“What was she doing here?” you ask Sam.

“I don’t know. She’s been in Dean’s room the whole time.”

Speaking of, Dean walks into the war room and tenses when he sees you. Oh no. What the hell did Clarissa tell him? Shit. Of course, she’d tell him that you’re in love with him. God, you shouldn’t have said anything.

“If you’re looking for Clarissa, you just missed her.”

“I know. I saw her.”

You and Dean try to avoid each other’s eyes and Sam looks at both of you.

“Okay, I found a case.”

“A hunt?” you ask with interest. “Can I come?”

“You want to go hunting with us?”

“Yeah. The last time was fun. What are you hunting?”

“A nest of vampires.”

“Sounds easy enough,” you shrug.

“Easy? Have you ever used a machete before?” Dean asks.

“Yes, have you?” you tease.

Dean finally cracks a smile and shakes his head without answering your question.

“What about your job?”

“Look, I love being a nurse and helping people but after Disneyland, I realize the best way to help people is to hunt. Isn’t that what it’s all about? To help as many people as I can? I can still be a nurse but it won’t be in a hospital.”

“What about the internship? You worked so hard for it,” Sam says.

“Yeah, I did, but that was before. All I know is how I feel now, and I want to learn how to be a hunter. Who better to help me than the best.” You smirk. “Unless you’d like me to go to someone else, you know, who isn’t the best.”

“I know what you’re doing,” Dean playfully glares at you.

“Does that mean I can come?”

“Fine.”

“The more the merrier,” Sam chuckles.

“Yay!”

You don’t have a lot to pack so it doesn’t take you long to pack the car up with what you need. Sam and Dean take longer than you so you’re inside the car with your feet on the dash, talking to Clarissa on the phone.

“Looks like I’m going hunting with them. A nest of vampires, according to Sam. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in time for our weekend.”

“Good. You really like doing this kind of work, don’t you?”

“I do,” you smile. “Listen, are we okay? You know, after Dis--”

“We’ll talk when you get back, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper.

You don’t feel any better about the situation. Sam and Dean join you in the car and put the bags into the trunk.

“Feet off the dash,” Dean says and slides behind the wheel.

“Yes, sir,” you say sarcastically, but you don’t miss the way his jaw ticks and how he shifts on the seat.

For the first few hours, you listen to your own music and play games on your phones, but by hour five, Dean turns down the music and glances over at you.

“So, tell me how you think you kill a vampire.”

“Okay.” You put away your phone and shift so you’re facing him. Sam is sitting sideways with his legs stretched across the back seat. Even in that position, he has to bend his legs since they can’t fit all the way.

“Stake through the heart? Put it in sunlight?” You think that’s funny but Dean doesn’t laugh. Sam chuckles but he coughs to cover it up when he sees his brother’s look. “I’m guessing that’s wrong?”

“No. Decapitation is the only way to kill one of them. That’s why we have machetes. Listen, they’re strong but you’re craftier. Whatever you do, don’t let their blood get in you--through eyes, open wounds, or the mouth. You’ll turn into one of them. If you do happen to get turned, don’t drink human blood. There’s a cure for vampirism but it won’t work once you fully transition into one.”

“Got it.”

It’s a lot but you’re not going to let it scare you. You chose this. You have to be okay with everything that comes with hunting. Dean stops for gas and Sam goes inside to get something to eat and to stretch his legs. You stand off to the side with your machete in hand and practice swinging it. You don’t think it will be hard to slice a head off the body but it can’t be easy. You three are the only ones at the gas station so you’re not worried about scaring someone with your machete.

Dean puts the gas nozzle back into the hook and looks at you. He chuckles to himself when he sees you swinging the machete around. He looks at Sam to see him still browsing the food so he walks over to you carefully.

“Careful there, slugger. You might take an eye out,” he jokes.

“Sorry. I’m just practicing.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Am I doing it wrong?”

“Your stance is off. If you stand like this,” he spreads his legs slightly and turns his body slightly toward you, “then you’ll swing more smoothly.” You try to copy his stance but you look as stiff as a board. “Here, let me show you.”

Dean presses his body to your back and you immediately freeze. He grabs your hips and turns you while keeping your legs where they are. He kicks your right foot lightly and you move it further by a couple of inches. His fingers trace up your body and to your arms. Goosebumps follow his fingers as they make their way down to your hand. He wraps his big hand around yours so you’re both holding the machete. He keeps one hand on your hips and turns you slightly before swinging the machete down. Your heart is racing a million miles a second. This shouldn’t be happening.

“See how much easier that feels?”

“Yeah, it does,” you whisper.

Dean’s hand flexes on your hips as if he’s holding back from exploring your body. You turn in his arms and look into his beautiful green eyes. What you wouldn’t give to kiss him right now. His eyes dip to your mouth but before anything can happen, Sam calls for you two.

“Hey, you guys good?”

“Are we good?” Dean asks you, his voice low.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

Dean’s the one to break away from you and you feel sad that you can’t feel his body anymore. You only have two more hours to go. Two more hours locked in a car with Dean. The sheriff is waiting for you when you three arrive in town.

“Thanks for agreeing to meet with us,” Sam says and shakes his hand.

“Of course. Thanks for coming. We’re having a bit of a crisis here. Our small town doesn’t do well with back-to-back murders. Well, supposed murders.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not a single body has been found. People go missing and everyone speculates that they’ve been murdered. It’s a small town. No one ever leaves and if they do, we know exactly why--money, new job, marriage--people don’t disappear from here.”

“Do you have any theories?”

“I don’t want to start drama but a new family moved into town on Old Miller Farm. Justin Miller, bless his soul, got sick and sold his farm to the first person he could get to buy it. They’re weird, won’t talk to anyone, and they only come out at night. They’ve got everyone freaked but they haven’t broken any laws.”

“We’ll take care of it, Sheriff. Thank you for speaking with us.”

Old Miller Farm is the next stop, and there is a small space for the Impala to park where you can see the farmhouse in clear view. If they are vampires, then they won’t show themselves until the sun has gone down, and they do. As soon as the sun disappears beneath the horizon, they file out of the house. Two of them sneak to the back of the property at a place where you can still see from the car. There is a huge woodchipper and tornado shelter doors that lead further underground. The vampires outside talk to each other for what seems like hours before heading back inside.

The two vampires by the woodchipper open the storm doors and head down into the shelter before returning with two bodies slung over their shoulders. Even from where you are, you know they’re dead. One of them starts the machine and the other tosses a body into the shipper. Seconds later, the entire body is shredded only to be fed through the chipper again. Whatever is left over is poured into buckets. You’re not sure where they plan on taking the contents but if they have pigs, no one will ever find their remains.

“God, this is horrible,” you sigh and look away from it.

“They must be doing this to hide the bodies. Feed them to the pigs and everyone is none the wiser,” Sam says.

“So, how are we going to do this?” you ask.

“Well, you’ll stay here and Sam and I will--”

“Excuse me,” you cut him off, “I did not travel a thousand miles with you to stay in the car. I’m here. I want to help. Look, I might not be ready to take a nest on by myself but I can distract. Use me.”

Sam and Dean look at each other in silent conversation.

“Fine,” Sam stutters. “You distract from the front and we’ll sneak in the back.”

“Alright, if you’re going to go in there, you need to know a few things,” Dean says. All three of you get out of the car and Dean opens the trunk where the weapons are. He takes out two syringes from the bag. “This is Dead Man’s Blood. It won’t kill them but it’s like poison. It’ll take it down to where you can kill it, okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod and take the syringes.

You wait for the vampires to be done crushing the bodies before you three head to the house. You break off from the brothers and walk to the front door. Sweat forms on your hairline but you try to keep calm. Vampires have super hearing. They’ll hear your racing heart and smell your fear. They’ll know something is up before you can distract them. You take two deep breaths before knocking on the door. A woman answers it and she looks dirty like someone just picked her off the street.

“Can I help you?” she asks.

“Yeah, my car broke down and I was wondering if I could use your phone?” You point to the Impala which can be seen from the house. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Are you alone out there?”

“Yeah, can I use your phone? My cell died.”

“Sure. Come in.”

She opens the door wide enough to squeeze you in, and you have to stop the gag when you smell how bad she is. There are half a dozen people inside, all of whom are staring at you like you’re a piece of meat. You keep your eyes cast downward and follow the woman into the kitchen where the wall phone is. There is another woman inside eating something red. You don’t want to know what it is.

“Thank you.” You pick up the phone and dial your sister’s number. Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up. Please don’t pick up. She doesn’t and you chuckle nervously at the two women who are staring at you. “Damn, she’s not answering. Let me call someone else.” You dial Dean’s number knowing his phone is on silent. He doesn't answer it so you hang up with a slight blush on your cheeks. “Sorry to waste your time. It looks like no one is answering.”

“Do you need shelter for the night? There’s an extra bed here,” the woman offers.

“Oh, I don’t want to trouble you any longer. It’s okay. I’ll charge my phone in the car and call a tow truck.”

You turn to leave but she blocks your path.

“Why didn’t you do that in the first place?” You open your mouth to answer but you hear a loud thump coming down the stairs. She hears her friends shout in anger and she turns to you with deadly eyes. “Hunters.”

She bares her fangs and lunges at you, pinning you to the wall. You grab one of the syringes and stab her in the neck, emptying it into her system. She cries out and stumbles back but you’re not free yet. The other woman runs at you and slams her body into yours. She knocks you over the kitchen table and onto the floor. You reach into your jacket pocket and unsheath your machete but the female vampire is too quick for you. She kicks the machete out of your grip and steps on your hand. You scream out in pain just as she leans down to attack, and the kitchen door slams open. Dean rushes in and slices his machete through the air and right through her neck.

“Are you okay?” he asks and helps you up with your good hand.

“Yeah, just a bit bruised. I don’t think it’s broken.”

The vampire you injected with Dead Man’s Blood writhes on the ground, moaning in pain, and Dean yanks her up by her hair.

“Wanna kill your first vampire?” he asks.

You flex your injured hand, deciding that it’s okay enough to grip the machete. You pick up your machete from the ground and twirl it in your hand.

“Yes.”

You do what Dean taught you to do and bring the machete down on her neck. Her head falls to the ground and rolls to the side, and you gasp at the shock of it.

“Look at that. You’re a natural,” Dean smiles.

The kitchen door slams open and you and Dean look at Sam.

“We gotta go. The cops were tipped off.”

Party’s over. You don’t bother cleaning up your mess knowing the police will either cover it up or make some excuse as to why the new family in town is no longer living there. You’re back home earlier than you thought you’d be, but you stay home to unwind from the case before hanging out with Clarissa. She made a spa appointment for you two on Friday, which is a good thing since your body aches from being thrown over a kitchen table.

“I saw them, Claire. They shoved those bodies into the woodchipper, but I killed my very first vampire. It was exciting. It was awesome. Dean was awesome. You should have been there.”

“Nah, that’s your thing. Spas are kind of my thing,” she chuckles.

You lean back on your chair and sigh happily.

“This is nice, too.”

You and Clarissa are alone in the room to unwind before they call you back and give you a massage, and Clarissa looks at you with a sigh.

“I gotta tell you something. We should talk about Disneyland.”

Yep, there is it. Hunting took your mind off this conversation but now you’re forced to confront your feelings.

“I know. Look, it wasn’t fair for me to--”

“No, let me talk first.”

“Okay.”

You sit up and remove the face mask off your face so you can see her better. She does the same and tosses the mask into the trashcan.

“When you saw me in the Bunker earlier this week, I was there to break up with Dean. We’re not dating anymore.”

Wow. You were not expecting her to say this. You blink rapidly as you try to think of a response.

“Oh, wow, I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said at Disneyland and it’s true. I don’t love Dean. I’m ashamed to say I only kept him around for selfish reasons. Don’t get me wrong, I really did like him in the beginning but he’s not the man for me. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He loves you.”

Okay, now you don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything.

“Are you okay?” you ask once you find your voice.

“Oh, I’m fine. I’ve been talking to this guy for a while. Dean knows about him. I’m not a cheater so I ended things with Dean so I can be with this guy. His name is Asher. He’s rich and loves spending his money, especially on me.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a man who has a lot of money. It doesn’t make Clarissa shallow. That’s just what she’s into.

“Well, I’m happy for you. I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Yeah, but I think you should be with Dean. You two are clearly meant for each other, and I didn’t want to hold you back from who makes you really happy. What kind of sister would I be if I kept him from you?”

“Thank you, Clarissa,” you smile with tears in your eyes.

“Don’t mention it. Oh, and I know you switched the presents on our birthday. I know he got me that gun.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, at a loss for words.

Dean was single for the entire hunt. He was single when he held you in his arms. He was single when he held your hips. He’s yours for the taking. How the hell are you going to bring this up to him?

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[hoeforhao]

hi can i request for minghao and “Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here” <3

jumped in queue because this minghao concept was eating my brains out

“Liking this Mr Xu? Or should i shift?” you move your hips slightly upwards to brush against the crotch of the town’s most feared assasin aka Mr Xu Minghao, giving him the sultriest lap dance your club has ever seen you doing while he holds down the urge to rip that black satin slip dress off of your glistening curves and take you then and there; infront of all your workmates because the last thing he cared about was a bunch of strangers watching him fuck his stress out into his favorite woman.

But he held it in as this time he wanted you all to himself, alone, away from all the excited and hungry eyes.Why? Because tonight he was about to ravish each and every corner of your skin, strip you down to your bare body and have you whimpering for more under him.

“I think just Ms Y/n’s moans would be enough entertainment for your party tonight. No need for visuals right?” Minghao looks at the leader of the squad dead in the eyes, notioning him take his minions out of his room right at this instant.

“Impatient enough Hao?” you quickly turn around on his lap as soon as your members leave the place, wrapping both of your arms around his neck as you now have complete access to tease the shit out of your secret lover’s patience. Bending your head down to minghao’s neck you place your dark wine lips against his sides,sensualy drawing them out on his spider lily tattoo, knowing quite well he never let anyone touch that part of him.

Minghao instantly pulls you back by your hair, your pale locks seeping out of his slender fingers, his dark eyes looking at you with something that would run down shivers against anyone else’s spine but not yours….cuz for you it meant you were successful in getting on his nerves and an invitation for you to keep testing him even more, so that later your face can be smothered down with ruined mascara and bleeding lipstick as he rails you without any mercy.

“I was away for one month and looks like my doll has already forgotten all the rules, hmm?” his hold on your hair tightens as he brings his mouth dangerously close to your throat, landing a sharp bite on your adam’s apple, making you move up his lap even more from the sudden pain,your bare cunt now resting perfectly atop his clothed dick.

“No panties!! Such a needy little whore for me, huh baby.” minghao throws his head back against the couch from the instant pleasure as you waste no time in being cocky again and start grinding on his boner, your hips sliding in and out against his thighs while you stare him down with luring eyes of a wolf, tempting him to break apart all the boundaries and get lost in your dom.

Minghao’s hands increase its grip on your loose hair as his other one starts travelling up your exposed back, around your belly and finally onto your barely covered tits. Not being able to contain the pleasure your erotic lap dance is giving him, his palms start massaging your soft mounds, pulling them out gently so that they slightly spill out of the lingerie, creating the perfectly erotic scene infront of him - his favourite woman seated on his lap, the moonlight shining through her hair, boobs lightly jiggling from the oh so slow action he bare pussy is giving is throbbing cock, while he keeps on pinching down on her already puffy nipples, earning the best alluringly soft moans from the lady. 

“Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here” he finally speaks up, words barely audible amidst the lewd train of groans and moans his voice carries out with itself, as he harshly tugs onto your scalp once again to stop you from completely pushing him off the edge that very instant. Your eyes shift from mean to meanest, looking at that one drop of blood painted against his lips from him trying to hold his release in after your merciless teasings.

“Would definitely not want those precious juices to spill themselves out onto your favorite pants instead of this dripping cunt, am i right Mr Min?”

[shidousprincess]

Chosoxfem!reader

‼️18+MINORS DNI YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ‼️

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Summary:choso comes home from a week of constant work all he wanted to do was see you and have sex because of all the stress work put on him but gets met with something more !

"Haruki i told you to fucking leave me alone!" you exclaimed as you marched towards you and chosos shared penthouse you had no time to be talking to that peice of shit following you, you had to get prepared for choso to come home ...the sound of your heels clacking against the ground as you tried to quickly walk across the parking lot

"y/n please dont you understand ?"— "i still love you"

you shut your eyes furiously and let out a deep breath you didnt know you were holding... you had finally had enough of his shit,hes your ex that cheated on you with your best friend and he is going to show up randomly saying he still loves you ... oh hell no ...you looked at him with the meanest glare you cold muster up ..."nice fucking joke haruki but ive had enough of your bullshit—ive told you once that i no longer loved you.now get the fuck out of here before cho-" "look y-"'"Get the fuck off of me you bastard" you said as you yellped as you tried to loosen his tight grip he had on you as he pinned you against the wall...

"get the fuck off of me you motherfucker" you yelled trying to get out of your exes grip... your struggling came to an end as your ex dropped dead on the ground ... you seen it was your boyfriend choso..." should have listend you fucker"choso walked up to you ...

"are you ok princess?" yes choso im fine im glad you killed him ."he shall never bother you again!" you could see the frustration on his face as he grabbed your arm and pulled you in as soon as you both were in the confines of your penthouse he slammed you against the wall "fuck y/n ive had the worst week ever and ontop of all that ive missed you" you noticed the aggrivation in his tone as he talked to you ....he then snached your lips into a heated kiss  ..you could tell how unhappy he was through the kiss you both shared .. you wrapped your arms around him and reciprocated the heated kiss ..you then pulled away for air as you catch your breath . choso couldnt stop himself from trailing kisses down your neck ..shutting your eyes you couldnt deny the way he made you feel choso loved it when he felt your breathing stutter when he started kissing that sweet spot on your neck ..he couldnt help it when it came to you .."lets take this to the room shall we ?" you opened your eyes and knoded your head already knowing what the night would bring ..you wanted to help choso relieve his stress

im so close  choso please ...you moaned as you felt yourself move from the force your boyfriend was making from mercesly pounding into you he had your hands tied above your head he let out some grunts while pounding into you even deeper ..sounds of skin slapping echoed in your sharred room ..you couldn't explain the pleasure he was giving you ...you missed doing ths with him ..seeing yourself being made one with the one you loved so dearly just made sex with choso more blissful ..with half lidded eyes you watched choso ,smrking as he kept his rough pace ..you continued to let out a moan ..choso on the other hand leaned his head back while he pouned into you ..lips murmuring a curse as he too felt his orgasm approaching .. he coldnt help but smile at your figure mouth open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head ... "am i doing good baby?" he asked trying to catch his breath . you moaned as a responce ---not being able to form words due to the pure pleasure he was giving ...you squirmed as you felt your orgasm nearing    So good choso im going t--- ...”fuck how ive missed those moans hah,fucking cum on my dick babygirl” ..choso couldnt help but mutter curses as he too was about to reach his peak ,,,with a smirk he looked at you --squriming for him as you clenched on him ...he missed you  so much the way your bodies met as one ..the way your Lucious moans were music to his ears  but deep inside he wasnt doing this out of stress and anger he was doing this because he loved you ...choso realized you were the one for him the one to be with him forever  he wanted to marry you ,he wanted his own little family with you ...with your weak body you felt choso untie your hands and hade you sit on his lap.. your head hit his shoulder , you were exausted ,yes but you couldnt stop either,you wanted to let him let his stress out on you .. choso stopped pounding into you ..he wrapped both of your hands around his shoulders..since  he realized that you didnt have the strength your hands traveled to his hair to play with it ..choso on the other hand smilled as he felt your soft hands in his hair he smirked pulling you even closer to him . you moaned again when he grabbed your waist and moved your body up and down ..you were alarmed from the sudded friction you could feel him more when you stayed like this .. both of your hearts were beeting rapidly ...you 2 were perfect .. he then gripped your waist  and moved at a much faster pace .. earnig more moans and cries from you ....fuck i love you princess let me fuck you and marry you he suddenly confessed which made your heart race even more you were touched ..of cource you wanted to marry him too ..you gasped and moaned again when you felt your orgasm buliding back up ..it made you twitch .......choso im going t-- ..cum princess . he smirked as he pulled you up and down even faster ..that made you even weaker ..your legs wrapped around his waist  as you both moaned out of bliss from both of you release fuck! you then leaned your chin on his shoulder from exaustion your hands wrapped around his neck ..you 2 stayed there for a while choso didnt feel satisfied after 1 round .. but you were more important than his pleasure ...he then peppered you in kisses ---i love you choso you wispered still trying to catch your breath   ... choso smiled and added a prolonged kiss on your cheek i know princess ....you made yourself more comfortable on chosos shoulder and hugged him tighter as you felt yourself slowly drift off to sleep ...................

the sound of birds chirrping could be heard .. but choso couldnt be disturbed he couldnt take his eyes off of your figure sleeping next to him ..he smirked as he replayed what happened last night he couldnt feel more happy... with his veiny hands he fixed some of your messy locs on your pretty face ...as the rays of sunshine reflected off your skin as you used his arm as a pillow ...you were an addiction to admire ..even your sweet snores were music to his ears ... he then closed his eyes and went back to sleep

The end

This is another oneshot off my wattpad

I hope yall liked it I’m trying my best to improve my writing skills !

Request are open!

[gracefullou]

You guys should know there is no "discussing" anyone's words about their grief. You don't know how he feels. You don't know how any of them truly feel despite their words they choose to share. Even harries who can be the meanest b**ches ever sometimes only had good words and love for the boys' posts today. Try to see things objectively despite how you feel about the person.

I've seen harries shit all over Louis' post and start with their "now i won't bully him every chance i get, still not enough to stream his bad music and not call out his talentless voice" so stop with the shit. And people are grieving, this was not just a post it's a tribute and it lacked any true emotion considering who he was talking about. It's the truth, i'm not being biased. Even harries think it was written by his pr team (and making jokes in the most disgusting ways of course). Not saying he's not sad but if he wasn't ready to write a heartfelt tribute, he shouldn't have posted or gave his team the green light to post anything. I don't want to argue with coward anons at the moment, so please leave me alone and defend your precious hazza princess somewhere else

[the-ellia-west]

Olive and pickle for the green ask. Any character(s)

OLIVE - What keeps them up at night?

PICKLE - What is the meanest thing they have ever done?

Thank you for the ask! This one will be interesting...

I will do this for The MCs because I don't give them enough attention.

Olive -

Kasi is kept up by the nightmares about her past and the murders she's witnessed (witnessed murders starts with the book)

Xhaazi is kept up by TRAUMA and PARANOIA

Chrin is kept up by stress and paranoia that he can't save everybody with his future sight

Sokuna is kept up by anxiety, regret, PTSD, all that jazz, and especially leaving her husband behind even though he told her he'd be alright

Pickle -

Kasi has beat the shit out of several nobles for... trying things with her at parties

Xhaazi has done a spoilers act, but other than that, he has fought several people on several occasions

Chrin has gaslighted people, lied to them about the future and such, to get them to leave him and his family alone

Sokuna has murdered several people

[feifeiwrites]

But This Was Never Planned - Part 2 ( Part 1 )

Dolores and Kayla have a private chat about the latest news.

New World is a perilous territory bursting with the Blue Sea’s strongest pirates — Dolores Rivera is one of them. At seventeen, she lost her greatest treasure and sought to ensure nobody else suffered her heartbreaking loss. With her head attached to a pricey bounty poster, Dolores became an instant hit among West Blue bounty hunters and her popularity increased in the Grand Line.

Initially, Baroque Works underestimated her abilities and sent their meanest, rustiest grunts after her. Lower-ranked bounty hunters were immediately dealt with rampaging bullet-fire and the crude plummeting of her bandaged fists. Their lucrative business means that they had the option to send extremely powerful Devil Fruit users for a successful assault. They chose not to, leaving her alone after their undercover operations crumbled beneath a Warlord’s hubris.

Dolores counts her seastone calibers, legs crossed on top of her scratched desk and loads them into her revolver’s barrel. Ever since her fateful encounter with an Admiral and the countless witnesses that watched her assault a Celestial Dragon ( rightfully so ), Dolores properly arms herself with the Marines’ equipment. Seastone weakens Devil Fruit users, and Dolores deals extra damage by pouring her willpower into her guns.

( Her aim never misses, it never does. )

She lays back in her cushioned chair, tipping its back legs. Dolores is careful to balance herself, lest she falls and anyone who has half of a brain knows that falling is disrespectful to Edward Newgate’s name in this new era. The door to her captain’s quarters knock in a familiar rhythm only known to she and her first mate and Dolores doesn’t feel like moving.

“Come in! Door’s unlocked, Kayla.”

Who is the most reliable crewmate in the Pale Horse pirates? Kayla Skyy. Her mysterious past eludes Dolores, having met at Loguetown whilst haunted by her own. She stared at Gold Roger’s execution platform, questioning if her decision to avenge her younger brother and mother was the right path. By having a corrupt Marine for a step-father, Dolores thought she was already doomed to meet a similar end to Roger and nearly forfeited when fighting against a captain.

( Smoke and gunpowder follows Dolores everywhere she goes. )

Kayla rushed in to aid her. At the time, the delightful Kayla Skyy worked at her family’s restaurant and sparingly used her hands in ending brawls. Right there and then, Kayla decided that she’d join Dolores as she was marked for death after siding with a public enemy and became her first mate without a hitch.

The Old West’s chef kindly smiles in the dim candlelight and the golden strands of Alabastan ribbon tied around her long, thick braids to pull them into a bun.

“I’m checking on you, Dolores.” Kayla trots inside with a rolled-up newspaper stuffed in her arm and a freshly-brewed mug of lungo, shutting the door upon her entry. “Are you tidy here? You’re always running a tight ship, but I’d like to make sure.”

Dolores relaxes her jaded eyes, waking up to her concern. “Doin’ better than yesterday, Kayla. That’s for sure.”

“Great! You’ll love today’s news,” she exclaims, skimming over the newspaper. “The Straw Hats are on the front page again, but there’s more rookies I’m interested in!”

Kayla approaches Dolores, placing the newspaper on her desk when the vaquera removes her legs. She points at a smaller article inside of the second page, shoved to a lower area to make room for the Vice Admiral’s grandson and his compañeros.

“See here? I’ve had my eye on them for a while,” whispers Kayla. “This is the same pair responsible for beatin’ the shit out of a commander to take their ship!”

Dolores sets down her stenciled revolver, reading the World Economy’s latest article in clear interest. “Huh. Seems like the kid’s grown last time I’ve seen him.”

The Lagoon Shuffle Pirates had announced their dubious alliance with the Heart Pirates — “Dancing Plague” Gabriel Guerreo and “Tornado Fillet” Frayli Chaemsai are notorious in the Worst Generation for committing grand atrocities such as: humiliating Cipher Pol 8 at Lulusia Kingdom, aiding in freeing slaves at Sabaody Archipelago, throwing a massive dance party in a Marine base with two other crews. After defeating Warlord Gecko Moria…

“Gosh — hey, wait.” Kayla squints at Dolores, tilting her head. “You’re talking like you know them. Or, one of them.”

“It’s a long story.” Dolores pulls out a false cigarette and bites down, giving her a rare smile. “Can’t believe that he’s a pirate.”

“Which one of them is it? The Guerrero one with the nasty kick?”

Dolores chuckles warmly, accepting the coffee mug offered by Kayla and nods. Their short detour through the Capital of Water involved dealing with the shipyard’s talented carpenters and Kayla skillfully negotiated with them on a proper deal. She often handled the pale Horse’s finances, allowing them to repair their ship for a discount as long as they’re paying on time.

This arrangement meant Dolores forfeited her stolen treasures in exchange for berry, carried by her sides in innocent-looking briefcases. During her return trip to Galley-La, Dolores spotted a younger kid bouncing around the sidewalks and earning Berry for dancing. He clearly enjoyed grooving in crowded areas, fetching a prominent audience for an amateur and Dolores was itching to do something else that wasn’t life-threatening.

( The White Vaquera dropped her suitcases right in front of him, clapping her hands. “Mind if I join in, conejito?” )

( Under scattered rays of sunshine, Dolores and Gabriel danced before Kayla found her to pay back the Galley-La shipwrights for their appreciated work. When she left, Dolores threw an entire wad of cash inside of his bowl and told him to spend it wisely. )

( She hopes Gabriel saved it for a rainy day. )

In the middle of her long recollection, Dolores chugs down her doppio and remembers an important topic from last night. “Did you hear back from Teddy at all? I haven’t seen him in a while. … Not since we freed the slaves on Lancro Island.”

Kayla perks up, embers flowing from her giant cloak. “Oh, that’s right! He contacted us on the transponder snail around midnight, I picked up the call and as it turns out - he’s made a breakthrough on the Void Century!”

“Anything on Sun God Nika?” Dolores sips from her otter-shaped mug, careful to not spill any. “And is the Revolutionary Army doing well?”

Kayla glances upward, humming. “Not quite. It’s still big news, as it turns out, Joyboy is…"

It's always okay to learn about the forbidden knowledge that the World Government doesn't want you to know.

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Leather and Lace - Chapter 5: No Offense

Summary:  You unintentionally offend Arthur while out in town.

Warnings:  Swearing & language; angst with some fluffy stuff 

*Full disclosure, the line in the story “not everyone’s cup of tea” is taken from a meme that I saw. I tried to rework it so it is not blatant plagiarism 

*This image belongs to @lady-of-blackwater

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   Arthur stands outside of his tent, sipping his morning coffee. This is his third cup already. He taps his finger on the side of the tin cup after each sip, his attention acutely focused on something off in the middle of camp. He's observing you sitting with Lenny, caught up in some sort of deep conversation. A million thoughts are running through Arthur's head right now as he shuffles his weight from hip to hip, the thumb of his other hand absentmindedly tucked into his gun belt. Does he go over there, does he not?

   After you were offered that job last week, the ensuing events caused Arthur to stop and confront the internal sentiments that have been bubbling under the surface for awhile now. He's been hoping that whatever fondness he has for you is the same that everyone else in camp has, as they all seem to have taken a real shine to you right from the start. Or, its simply due to the nature of your friendship. You and Arthur have connected pretty fast, but then again, that could be because of how you met. Either way, it seems that things are becoming more complicated for Arthur now. After everything he's been through, and everything that he still does, he's resigned himself to the notion that he's better off keeping a distance from personal relationships. But coming back to the issue at hand, fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how one looks at it, you declined that job offer, a great opportunity, prompting you to stay with the Van Der Linde gang for now. But the idea that you could abruptly leave at any time has left a very unsettled feeling within Arthur, one that he himself didn't realize was creeping there within.

   He finally decides to quit being a chicken-shit and just walk over. If he wants to talk to you, he should just go over and do it, damn it. No one else seems to have an issue with talking to you, why should he? Tossing the remnants of his coffee out, he sets his cup just inside his tent. Taking a quick, deep breath, he wipes his hands on the side of his pants as he heads over to the table. He admittedly is self conscious as he gets closer to the two of you, as he quickly overhears that you and Lenny are talking about books and literature.

"What's goin' on over here?" Arthur asks, trying to act casual as he sets himself down at the table next to Lenny, promptly lighting a cigarette between his lips.

“Hey, there, Arthur," a smile automatically dancing across your own lips as you greet him. "We were just discussing the book “The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde. Ever read it?" you ask him.

"Pffttt," Lenny interrupts with a waive of his hand before Arthur can even answer. "Only thing he's ever read is a wanted poster, (Y/N)." Arthur turns his face to Lenny, brows furrowed with a disgruntled look.

"Stop it." You swat at Lenny's arm. "Arthur is probably too busy working all the time and providing for everyone here to ever sit still long enough to relax, let alone read a book."

Lenny shakes his head at you. "(Y/N), why are you so nice to the meanest one here?" he asks exasperated. The question posed causes Arthur's interest to peak just a bit more, keen on hearing your answer as his gaze shifts from an annoying scowl at Lenny to eyebrows arched in interest at you.

"Oh, he’s not so bad," you smirk as you reach over and ruffle your fingers under Arthur's chin like you'd scratch a dog behind the ear. He just quietly stares back at you, blowing cigarette smoke out his nose, making you giggle at his understated playfulness.

"Seriously (Y/N), why is Arthur always your favorite around here?" Lenny pushes again.

"He just is", you shrug with a grin, looking at Arthur as he slowly mirrors the same grin back to you. "Actually," as you stop and think, "you want to know why? He brings me coffee." You smartly point your finger at Lenny, as if you have just made a profound realization.

"That’s it? He brings you coffee?", the doubt evident in Lenny's voice. He looks over at Arthur, who just shrugs as well, accepting the compliment as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

"Oh, there’s other things for sure, but yeah, that’s what does it." You answer is so simple and matter-of-fact that it leaves Lenny speechless for a moment.

"Well, hell I could do that!" Lenny finally says incredulously, waiving his hand a bit again in emphasis.

"You could...but you don’t...so you’re not," you sweetly remind Lenny and your mischievous grin effectively decides and ends the argument. "Anyway, what do you have going on today, Arthur?" moving your attention on to other things.

"Hosea needs me to run into town for him, get some things he needs. Wanna come?" Arthur asks you, bringing his cigarette up to his mouth again. There is a slight pull on the corner of his mouth that could pass as a small smile, a tinge of hopefulness in his voice. "Could get you outta here for a bit," he adds to sweeten the deal. "Sure, but what about Susan?" you ask warily. And speak of the devil you hear Ms. Grimshaw off somewhere in the camp. She's already in a mood and raring to go for the day, hollering at Uncle by the sounds of it. Arthur motions with his head for you to follow him as he quickly gets up to head towards the hitching posts on the edge of camp. You promptly follow his lead, a huge, excited smile on your lips. "We were never here," he says to Lenny as he flicks his cigarette butt to the ground and steers you away from the table. Arthur puts his massive hands on your shoulders, keeping you in front of him to shield you from Ms Grimshaw's vision as you walk, and quickly points you towards the horses. "C'mon, it’s now or never!" he says impishly, leaning over to whisper the plan in your ear. Your stifled giggle makes a full-fledged smile suddenly erupt onto his lips.

As the two of you sneak past, Arthur calls over to Javier who is sitting off the side of his tent tuning his guitar, letting him know that you are borrowing his horse, Boaz, to which the man just tips his head to you with a smile.

   The ride into the town of Silverton is pleasant and the two of you enjoy each other's company greatly. You chit-chat about everything and nothing, as you two are prone to do. The town is busy today, with people bustling all over. The mildly warm weather has drawn out a lot of the townsfolk for trade and commerce. Somewhere off in distance, you can faintly hear music being played. All in all, an enjoyable atmosphere. Today's errand consists of a quick trip to the general store for cigarettes and a newspaper for Hosea. Admittedly, its nothing very urgent, but the idea gave Arthur an opportunity to be alone with you and admittedly, he'll look for any excuse to do so. While there, Arthur also grabs a bottle of brandy for his old friend. Its not something on Hosea's list, but Arthur knows its something that the old man will greatly appreciate.

   You are packing up your wares into the saddlebags as you and Arthur stand with the horses where they are tethered outside the general store. At the last minute, you remember that Mary-Beth is in need of some buttons for a new shawl that she is knitting. "Oh, you know what, before I forget, I need to stop at the seamstress shop for Mary-Beth. Do you mind?" you ask Arthur as you tighten down a strap on Boaz's saddlebag.

"Not at all," Arthur gives you a slight shake of his head. "You go on ahead. I think the shop is down the strip here a little ways," and he points down the street over your shoulder. "I'll wait here by the horses for you."

"OK, great. I'll only be a moment," you promise with a twinkle in your eye. Arthur says nothing, just nods in return, a smile of his own on his face. He watches as you turn to head in the direction he indicated a moment ago. Your hair flips about on your shoulders with the motion, a happy bounce in your step as you walk away and down the busy street. A feeling of ease begins to settle over Arthur as he sighs softly, observing how you turn your head about to watch the people you pass, and then turn to look into the store windows as you stroll by them. You have such a curiosity and wonder about the world around you that it makes Arthur think back to see if he can remember when he lost that spark in himself, and wonders if you will ever lose it as well.      

   Inside the seamstress shop, it doesn't take you long to grab the buttons that Mary-Beth will need. The shop isn't too large, and its neatly organized. All of the items for purchase are kept on the one side in beautiful wooden boxes along the many shelves that line the wall. The other sides to the room display the fabrics and patterns, with the open corner for fittings. You even grab another ball of yarn so that Mary-Beth can add to her project if needed. Honestly, you are in a hurry to finish your shopping here, because the sooner you are done, the sooner you can get back to Arthur. He is looking quite handsome today in his red button-down shirt. The thought makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter a bit. You don't get to be alone with Arthur very often, so you always want to be sure to make the most of it when you do.

   As you come out of the seamstress shop, you are fiddling with the small package in your hands, when you accidentally catch the shoulder of a man passing you on the busy street. "Oh!" you startle. "I'm so sorry!" you apologize quickly with an embarrassed smile. "Hey, watch it, you stupid cunt!" the man snaps at you, throwing you a harsh look as if he'd strike you as soon as look at you before he turns in a huff.

You freeze in place with a shocked look upon your face, as you certainly don't think your actions warranted that kind of reaction. "Asshole", you mutter under her breath as you are about to continue on your way.

"What did you just say?!" he snaps back, halting in his step to spin back on you.

"Oh, you heard me, alright," the indignant tone just dripping in your voice as your eyes meet his glare, immediately go dark and piercing.

"You better watch that mouth of yours, woman!" the man threatens, creeping closer to you menacingly. He is not overly huge, but his demeanor is intimidating. He's clearly a bit rough around the edges, not a lot of refinement there to be seen at first glance.

"You best step back and be on your way, mister," you warn as he gets closer to you. He is only about a foot from your face now, but you hold your ground defiantly.

"Maybe someone needs to take you down a peg or two, missy," he threatens you again, this time his voice a quiet rumble.

“Is there a problem here?” Arthur's voice booms over the sound of both you and this idiot, as Arthur seems to come out of nowhere, jaw clenched tight and his eyes intense.

"You see my friend here?" you hiss out at the man as you move to step closer to Arthur. "He’ll squash your skull like a piece of fruit if you don’t get outta here!" you say as you wave the man off dismissively.

The man eyes up Arthur suspiciously. "Is that right?"

"Yeah, that’s right!" you snap at him sharply. "He’ll do it for sure 'cause I’ve seen him do it before." Arthur glances from the man to you as you rant, his eye brows pulling ever so slightly in concern. "He swats men like you away like flies!," you go on. You are not going to put up with this cretin's shit, and certainly not with Arthur here. In fact, with Arthur standing next to you, you are even more cocky, because you know you are safe with him. Always.  

   Arthur doesn't say a word, eyes shifting back again and burning into the man. You watch as his shoulders pull back, chest puffing out, making him appear even more massive than he already is. For a brief moment, you panic that this catalyst will spark too great an anger in Arthur, worrying if you've just unleashed more than you can contain. But, what you do not realize is that it is not just this asshole that's spurring his anger. Arthur is actually angry with you as well. You've just made him feel like a dog on a chain, like he's some implement to be manipulated as you see fit. Is this what you think of him? Arthur has no illusions of his nature or his place in the world. But he was really hoping to have a fresh start with you. Like a fool, he actually believed that you see the man behind the outlaw. But apparently not.

"You heard the lady, mister," Arthur growls at the man, his voice low, a snarl on his lips. "You best move on and keep your comments to yourself before I break that jaw of yours and you can't say anything else!"

   The man shrinks back, now fully comprehending the wrath that he is about to undertake should he continue this exchange. He looks from Arthur to you, then back to Arthur again. You can tell he's arrogant enough to want to say something smart back to Arthur or to you, but thinks twice about it. He eventually says nothing, but turns his head to spit, before looking you up and down again disdainfully and finally walking away.

"What an ass," you say to Arthur as your eyes follow the man as he heads across the street and into the waiting saloon. When Arthur doesn't give you a response back, you turn to look at him, but his face is still twisted up in a scowl. You assume it is because the man, though. "Time to go," he says curtly and abruptly heads back to the where the horses are hitched, leaving you standing there by yourself. You pause for a moment, blinking your eyes in slight confusion at his demeanor before you hurry after him, struggling a bit to keep pace with his long strides.

   Arthur reaches the horses first and is already slinging himself up into the saddle before you can even reach for your horse's reins. This catches your attention, as Arthur usually makes sure you are up and saddled before he would even mount his own horse. In fact, he is already turning Buck back towards the west-end of town where you both came in from before you can even get a leg up on Javier's horse. You know something is definitely wrong at this point, but decide to say nothing for now, figuring it best to wait until you are out of Silverton and heading back to camp.

   The journey back to camp is quiet, and Arthur is sullen the whole ride. You shift uneasily in Boaz's saddle as you watch Arthur from behind, for he is riding out in front of you as if he doesn't even want to be next to you. "Did you want to stop anywhere else before we head back to camp?" you ask. "We could head over to that farmer's place we passed and see if he has any of those tomatoes left? I could fry some up for us when we get back?" you try to entice him into answering you, but all that you get is a "Gotta head back" without so much as a glance over his shoulder at you. "Are you really that mad at that fool in town?" you ask tentatively, not sure if you should even bring it up. Your only answer back is more silence. At this point, you are truly concerned at how Arthur is still brooding, yet won’t tell you what is wrong.

"This is ridiculous," you mutter to yourself. Finally, you halt Boaz dead in the middle of the path, waiting for Arthur to notice and stop as well. When he doesn't hear the clop of your horse's hooves, it makes him stop his own horse also. And finally, he looks back at you.

"What the hell you stoppin' for? Quit screwin' around," he snaps at you.

"Are you going to tell me why you’re being such a crab-ass?" you counter, eyebrows raised slightly.

"What’s the problem? I’m always like this," Arthur replies sarcastically with a slight head tilt. You give him a side-eye glance, trying to figure out what he’s talking about.

"Not with me, you’re not," you shoot back. Then suddenly your face softens, as you break and concern finally takes over. "Arthur, come on. Talk to me," your voice carrying the same concern as your expression. When he sits quietly, still sulking, you sigh softly and climb down off your horse and obstinately stand next to it, arms folded over your chest as you look at Arthur expectantly. You're not going to be moving until he tells you what's going on in that stubborn head of his.

   Arthur hangs his head a moment in resignation before he too finally dismounts and walks over until he is standing in front of you. He stands there and looks at you for a brief moment, weighing whether he should even get into this right now, but he feels you probably won't get back in that damn saddle unless he does. "Everyone else sees me as a brute, why wouldn’t you?" he blurts out, his hands firmly planted on his hips. Now it’s his turn to look to you for answers. You stand there in silence, confused as to what he’s even talking about. And then it hits you.

"Oh….Oh Arthur, I'm...I am so, so sorry," your voice soft and apologetic. "I didn’t mean to offend you. That’s not what I meant by all that back there," you stammer, quickly trying to do damage control.

"What the hell else would you mean by that?" Arthur bites back at you, clearly angry still. You are a little taken aback by his harsh tone, but you suppose that you can't really blame him.

"Only that you’re strong and protective," you try to offer as an explanation. "I can’t hide you, you know," trying to crack a small smile on your lips to ease the tension, but it's not working. "Listen, I feel the safest when you’re around, and I’m happy to have you with me wherever I go." You reach out and lay your hand on his wrist in emphasis as you tell him this. Your eyes look up at him imploringly, praying that your getting through to him, but he’s just not having it.

"I wish you would embrace what you are, rather than curse it," you say sadly when he has no reply to your statements, slowly withdrawing your hand from his.

"What I am is what other people hate, (Y/N)," Arthur says bitterly. "People see me as ugly, mean, and heartless…as a monster," his eyes blink a few times as he drops that last bit on you, a clear indication of the profound effect that it has on his mind and his heart.

“What?!” you whisper, flabbergasted and eyes wide. "None of those things are true, Arthur! None of them!" You pause a moment to gauge where his thoughts are at, but his face is a rock, hardened and jaded from the years of abuse that he's not only endured, but given out because of it. "So you're not everyone’s cup of tea. You drink coffee anyway, so what does it matter? To hell with everyone else!" you tell him. Arthur just looks at you with a blank stare before silently shaking his head and rolling his eyes, like you're talking nonsense.

   Stepping even closer, you reach out again with your hand, this time laying it on top of his gun as it sits in its holster on his hip and look up onto his face. "This is what you do, not who you are. If you hate what you’re doing, Arthur, then stop." He thinks on that for a moment. But then his eyes go hard, his face twisting up in anger again. He is still so angry right now, his emotions all over the place. But honestly, you didn't mean anything by any of this. In fact, you thought he'd be happy that you actually acknowledge and accept who he is. But for whatever reason, he just doesn't see it that way. For to him, you are the one person who seemed to look past his brutality and see the potential, what little he has left, beyond the gun.

"Don’t misunderstand me, Arthur," you say, fearing you've angered him even more now with your suggestion, because you know its not as simple as that for him. He has commitments and obligations that run deep. "I’m not trying to change you. I don’t want to interfere with your family dynamic. You’ve been together forever. But don’t let them make you into a monster. Because that is certainly not what you are." Arthur turns away from you slightly as he fidgets anxiously, not able to look you in the eye as you say these honey-sweet things to him. He really doesn't want to talk about this subject with you.

"Hey, listen to me, now" You reach across his chest to put your hand along the opposite side of his face and neck to turn him back so that he has to look at you. "You are one of my most favorite people." And you give him a beautifully warm smile.

"Yeah? What about Charles? You seem to fancy him a lot," Arthur mutters stubbornly, a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

"Well, of course I do, he’s amazing," you joke, trying to lighten the mood and get him to smile back at you. "But he’s no 'Arthur Morgan'".

"Good thing for him," he huffs in annoyance.

"Depends on who you ask," you say with a grin before reaching up on your toes and pulling him down to you to kiss his cheek. This act causes Arthur's self-loathing thoughts to halt in his mind, if even for a brief moment, which is what you were hoping to do. Arthur feels that with you, he has finally found something in his life that is pure and good. He stares into your eyes, searching for the doubt that he believes has to be there somewhere. But while he knows that you do, in fact, see him differently than the others do, it is also painfully obvious to Arthur that you clearly see his violent tendencies, whether you admit it or not. He honestly wants nothing more than to wrap his palms around your soft face right now and kiss your sweet lips. He'd love to show you that he’s more than a hammer; he has softness and vulnerability. He knows this because he's become all too aware of it since he's met you. He'd simply love to hold you so tightly to him that you’d never go. But he can’t. That's not fair. To you…or to him, for that matter.

Arthur reaches up and holds your hand that is still on his face for a moment before slowly pulling it away with a sigh and dropping it, his eyes lowered and fixated on your shoes. The anger that had welled up in him has passed at this point, and is now replaced with simple disappointment. "C’mon, let’s go," he says so softly that you almost don't hear it.

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   Back at camp, you feel just awful. You know how sensitive Arthur is. Ironically, he comes across as the meanest one in the gang, yet he’s probably the most sensitive one out of all of them. His self-doubt is almost equivalent to his physical size, being all-consuming of him. But once you say something, you can't unsay it, now can you? You wanted Arthur to feel like he always at least has you on his side. But now, you may have alienated yourself to be just like everyone else. And it’s a feeling that you do not like. You like being special to Arthur. Because he has become so very special to you.

   Its been two days since you and Arthur went into town and he hasn't spoken to you since the ride back. This morning Mr. Pearson had asked for someone to go out hunting for more meat and Arthur jumped at the chance to get out of the camp. Currently, you are at one of the tables in the shade, sewing up a tear in one of Javier's jackets. Its one his favorites and he asked if you could try to save it for him. Off to the side, Micah is outside of his tent, watching you with great interest before he saunters over to you where you sit working, seeing an opportunity to approach you with Arthur out of the way.

"What’s a-matter, my little Princess? You and Morgan have a spat?" Micah asks you with condescending concern.

Rolling your eyes, you huff out "I am not your 'princess'. What do you want, Micah?"

"Nothin’, just happen to notice that you and Morgan are usually fawning all over each other and now it seems he can’t stand to be around you. Troubles?" he cocks his head to the side a little as his eyes rake over your frame. "'Cause if you need a shoulder to cry on, (Y/N), I’m always here for you," as he exaggeratedly places his hand over his heart.

"Micah Bell, there is a time and a place for your mouth. And just so you know, it’s never and nowhere," you answer his advances flatly, barely looking up from your stitching as you address him.

Your sarcasm makes the smug smile under his mustache droop a little in annoyance. "You think you’re so smart 'cause you have that dumb-ass Morgan wrapped around your finger, don't you?" he retorts.

"No, I was smart before I met him. But thanks for noticing," you say with a mocking smile, finally looking Micah square in the face. "I’d love to continue this conversation, Micah, but, and I really can’t stress this enough, I really don’t want to." And with that, you gather up your things and stand to walk away from the weaselly man.

"One of these days you’ll realize I ain’t all that bad, Miss (Y/L/N)," he calls after you.

"Won't that be the day!" You reply over your shoulder as you head over to where Hosea is sitting across the camp. You know that Micah won't follow you if you are with Hosea, as opposed to sitting with the other women in group. Micah sucks his front teeth before spitting into the grass at his feet, watching you walk away, his eyes fixated on the slight hypnotic sway of your hips.

"The man giving you grief?" Hosea asks, nodding towards Micah when he sees you approaching. "No more than usual," you answer tiredly as you sit down next to him. "It'll be fine," you dismiss the interaction, but yet Micah's comments still ring in your ears, making you think about what you are going to do now. Micah has a point. You don’t want to let it happen, but your heart is quickly being lost to Arthur. You know that now. There are reasons why you can’t be together, and you're trying to come to terms with that. But either way, you still don't like the distance between you and Arthur at the moment. So you decide to do something about it. After about twenty minutes of weighing your options, you stand again and nod to Hosea as you head over to Javier to ask him to take you back into town for an errand.

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   It is late in the afternoon when you and Javier get back and you hurry to get the horses hitched and find Arthur. Fortunately, he is back from hunting with Charles by now and is sitting in his tent. You can see him set upon on his cot, cleaning his rifle from its use this morning.

   You approach his tent with a bounce in your step, eager to talk to him, and wrack your knuckles as a knock on the wooden frame of a crate that sits just outside his living space. "Can I come in and talk to you a sec?" you ask Arthur, peering your face inside the shadowy space to see him.

"I’m not really in the mood," he grunts out, not even looking up at you as he continues to work his rag over the chamber of the rifle.

"Too bad," you smirk as you float inside the tent and sit down next to him on the cot. "Oh, well by all means come on in and sit, then," he huffs irritably finally taking his eyes off the gun and looking at you, annoyance clearly displayed in his expression. You sit with your hands behind your back, a huge guilty grin on your face.

"I got you something," you smile as you pull your hands forward and present him with a package. Its wrapped in brown paper with a simple twine string around it and tied in a bow with a small bundle of delicate yellow buttercups tucked into it. Arthur hesitantly takes the bundle of brown paper from your hands as you eagerly thrust it towards his lap. You watch him intensely, hardly able to contain your anticipation. Sighing, he guardedly unwraps the object to see a beautiful leather journal underneath the paper. You hold your hands up to your mouth, letting out a slight squeal like an excited child as you watch his reaction. The book is a smooth milky brown leather with the edges woven with a dark cord. His initials have been burned into the cover. Arthur sits stunned before he slowly runs his calloused hands over the soft material, his fingertips lingering over the letters, tracing the lines.

His jaw gapes slightly. "What’s this for?" he asks you, his voice soft and quiet.

"Do you like it?" you pose back. "I noticed that you seem to be at the end of the journal you have now, so it must be getting full. You’ll need a new one soon, yeah?" Arthur lifts his face, tearing his eyes from the journal and just stares at you in disbelief. The idea that you have been paying that close of attention to him is beyond him, let alone that you would present him with such a gift as this.

"You seem to be the most at peace when you’re buried in those pages of yours," you explain. "So if you’re worried about losing your humanity with this life, Arthur, then I want you to be able to easily find it again." He looks back to the journal in his hands and simply nods to you to acknowledge the understanding of your statement.

"I don’t think you’re as cruel as you say, Arthur. I really don’t," you continue, your excitement ebbing now into a more calm tone.

"I know you don’t, (Y/N). And I want you to know that I appreciate that. But you didn’t have to bring me this to prove it," says Arthur, his voice laden with a slight guilt to it.

"I know. But I wanted to," you reassure him. After a brief moment, you proceed, needing to get something off your chest. "Arthur, you need to understand, I am not perfect," your tone becoming a bit more serious now. "I say and do the wrong things all the time and I’m sorry for that." You put your hands over one of his large ones that is still holding the book as a way to confirm your heartfelt apology. "Come on," you say suddenly to change the subject to something more cheerful. "Let’s go get something to eat," and you nudge your head towards the tables and the crowd starting to gather there for dinner.

"Give me a minute, would ya? I’ll meet you over there," Arthur says to you, finally smiling at you.

"OK sure," you answer, standing up, relieved to be on speaking terms again.

"(Y/N)? Did you mean what you said the other day?" His question stops you just as you are about to exit the tent, and you look at him confused as to what he means. "About me being your favorite?" You can hear the hesitation in his voice, even as he vocalizes it. Arthur's fingers drum subconsciously on the leather book in his lap, waiting for your answer.

"Sure did," you beam back at him. You watch happily as his shoulders settle with your response, his face relaxing into almost a boyish grin. "Don’t take too long in here," you point your finger at him scoldingly, changing the subject yet again. "I don’t want Micah sitting next to me and taking your spot." "No, Ma'am", he replies resolutely. When you are sure he means it, you turn and head out and over to the tables to join everyone else.

   A smile widens across Arthur's face as he watches you go. Eventually his eyes cast down to his lap again as he mulls over your gift. He reaches over to his small table next to his cot and picks up the pencil sitting there and opens up the book cover. A soft sigh escapes over his sun-chapped lips as he runs his rough hand over the crisp pristine-white paper before he starts to scratch the graphite tip of his pencil over it.

   The first thing Arthur writes in his new journal is about how you gave him this book. He writes the date in the corner of his entry and begins to spill forth onto the white plane the words from his mind that he can't vocalize. For whatever reason, Arthur may have a hard time articulating his thoughts to a person, but he has always been able to write them out effortlessly. He considers this one of his true gifts and fortunately Hosea was quick to focus on it when Arthur was young. He doesn't know where he'd be if he didn't have this outlet for himself.

'The damnedest thing just happened. (Y/N) and I have been at odds over the last few days, probably my fault if I have to admit. In town the other day she made a scene about how rough and tough I am. It should have made me proud, I guess. But to be honest, I was hoping she'd see me as a real man, not some tool to be used. Its silly, I know. Considering what we do and what she's seen, I can't say that I blame her. Yet, I know its different with her anyways. In fact it must be. She just brought me this new book for my journaling as a peace offering. She didn't have to do that. I would've forgiven her, either way. No way I can ever stay mad at (Y/N). But she seemed right upset about the whole thing, so I accepted her gift without fighting about it. Its odd, as I can't even remember the last time someone made such a fuss over my worthless hide. I almost feel special. Imagine that. Things seem OK now, which I'm happy for. I have no idea what I did to deserve her good graces, but I am thankful for it. Maybe there’s hope for me yet.'

Arthur looks up from the last sentence, gazing out across the camp and he can see you sitting at the table, already laughing with Karen and Tilly. Beneath the new journal entry, he begins to sketch a portrait of you as he sees you currently, but just of your face, which is sitting in the palm of your hand at the moment. Arthur's pencil almost glides of its own accord across the paper, quickly reproducing the big smile and twinkling eyes that he could draw from memory at this point. This is certainly not the first sketch of you he has done. Your image in various states is scattered about within the pages of his previous journal. And it most certainly will not be the last, either.  

[rachaelswrites]

Last One Standing

Derek Morgan x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,001

Requested By: Anonymous

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a dad!Spencer or dad!Derek w/ a kid that got into a rlly bad school fight, she finally had enough of one of the meanest kids in school and the fight was so bad the ambulance was called. (Not for the kid Ofc she’s a lil baddie fr)

A/N: I chose to do this with Derek and Morgan!reader. Hope you like it! Reader is about 12

Warnings: Bullying, fighting (not descriptive), a few curse words. Let me know if I miss any!

The same girl had been picking on you and your friends for weeks. It started off small with things like jokes here and there but it slowly escalated to where some of your friends would miss school because they didn’t want to risk running into her. You didn’t let it get to you like it did to your friends. Any chance you could you would stand up to her and most times she backed off. This was something your dad had taught you. 

Derek always told you to be tough and stand up for yourself but he also wanted you to tell him so he could help you solve it. This was a particular situation where you thought you could handle it yourself. Your dad couldn’t walk in and beat this kid up like he could an unsub.

~~~~~

The lunch bell finally rang and all the kids in your math class packed up and left the classroom. Since you were one of the first ones out, you walked down the hall to wait for your friend as she left her class. You waited by the door for a minute until you heard the voice you wish you didn’t have to hear.

“Hey slowpoke, move it or lose it,” you watched the school bully push your friend out of the way. There was clearly enough room for her to walk out of the room without running into anyone.

“I wasn’t even in your way,” your friend mumbled under her breath as she finally reached you. 

The other girl whipped around and got in your friend's face, “What did you say to me? If you have shit to say, say it loud and proud.”

“Back off,” you snapped. You were getting fed up of this girl’s behavior and you just wanted it to stop.

“This is none of your business Morgan,” she snapped back, glaring at you.

“Just leave everyone alone. It’s not funny to pick on people and it doesn’t make you look cool,” you said. Your friend wanted you two to leave so she grabbed your arm but you shook her off.

“I’m not scared of you Y/n. I don’t care that your dad is an FBI agent. He can’t do anything to me. I’m not breaking any rules.”

“Yeah? Well you’re being a bitch and you need to knock it off. I’m sick of you being a jerk to everyone.”

The girl took a step closer to you and you could feel the tension in the hallway grow. Kids had stopped to look at what was happening. You were surprised no teachers had come and interrupted yet, “Listen here, go about your day and I’ll leave you alone for now. But if you don’t, I’ll make sure this week is the worst it’s ever been for you.”

You took a step closer to her, trying to intimidate her. She was a grade older and she was bigger than she. She most definitely had the upper hand, “Go for it.”

Before you could react, her hands were on you but luckily, Derek made sure you could hold your own in a fight so before she could pull you to the ground, you knocked her to the ground. Since she had a hold of you, you fell with her.

Within minutes, the two of you engaged in a fight that you had only seen in movies. Granted, you haven't seen too many fights in real life either. All you knew is that shortly after you both fell to the ground, two teachers pulled you off of each other. 

~~~~~

You were in the office anxiously bouncing your leg, waiting for your dad to come. They had to call him and the other girl’s parents since a teacher had to call an ambulance for her. It wasn’t super serious. Just a broken nose and a concussion. The principal already said you wouldn’t be in trouble since all witnesses said you were defending yourself. You were grateful for that since something like this would look bad on your record. Even though you weren’t in trouble, you were worried about how your dad would react.

Your self defense skills were supposed to be for emergencies or life of death situations. Not a case of a middle school bully. Derek didn’t like hearing his daughter got involved in a fight but after hearing the circumstances, he was proud.

You heard the door of the office open and your dad’s familiar footsteps. You ducked your head down so you wouldn’t have to look at him as you grabbed your backpack.

“You ready?” your dad asked you. He was a bit confused as to why you weren’t immediately running into his arms or why you were avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, standing up from your seat. 

Once you reached him, Derek slung his arm over your shoulders and gave you a side hug, “I’m proud of you,” he said.

“Why?” you asked, confusion in your voice, “You should be mad at me. I sent some girl to the hospital.”

“Because that girl was picking on you and your friends and you stood up for yourself. If you hadn’t, that would be you,” Derek explained, “Why would I be mad at you for protecting yourself?”

You shrugged, “You said that self defense was for unsubs and bad guys. She wasn’t either of those things.”

Derek looked over to you, “Someone was hurting my kid and her friends, I think that’s enough to warrant some self defense. Don’t you think?”

“I guess,” you said, “I just hope she leaves everyone alone now.

“Well I’m sure she will. Otherwise Y/n Morgan will open another can of whoop-ass. I don’t think anyone looks forward to that,” he teased, nudging your shoulder gently.

You two left the school and for the rest of the day, the two of you stayed at the BAU. Once the other girl returned to school a week later, she didn’t mess with you or anyone again.

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close friends | t. holland

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this. a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.

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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.

it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.

naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.

eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.

instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.

he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,

'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'

the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.

thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.

'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'

who's story? what was going on?

you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.

a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.

oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.

sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.

you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.

you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.

it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.

"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.

"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.

"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."

"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.

"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.

"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.

he did not react like you had expected him to.

his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.

"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.

at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.

"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.

"are you okay?" you asked again.

"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.

“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.

“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.

“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.

“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”

“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.

“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.

“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.

“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.

“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.

“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.

“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.

“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.

you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.

you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.

once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.

once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.

when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.

“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.

“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.

he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.

in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.

you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.

you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.

“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.

“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.

“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.

“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.

“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.

you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.

although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.

you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.

“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”

with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.

‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’

all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.

your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.

“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.

his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.

whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.

“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.

you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.

you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.

after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.

as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.

‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’

next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.

you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.

you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.

you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.

“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.

you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.

tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.

tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.

‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’

edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.

[goofyhoffy]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × reader

Genre: romcom

Word count : 3.4 k

Warnings : fluffy, swearing, angst, anxiety attack, smut, kinky, abusive language, mention of hickey, sexual harassment, yandere, love, sex, romance, licking, bullying, misunderstanding, one shot, rudeness, humiliation.

Summary: Gone for the last fairwell party where you meet the nerd kid Jeon Jungkook. The rudest boy who hates the popular kid like you. But then something changed and make you fall for him.

Author note: smoky fanfic for some smoky peeps . Share your opinions.

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"You're not going to attend the fairwell party, _____" your mother said. Tonight there is your first year fairwell party at the restaurant. Everyone is already so excited and planned about tonight. But your heartless abusive mother detains you from going.

"Why, that's so cruel. It's my first college fairwell. Everyone will be there. Let me go." You gasped at your mother. She with her eyes wide open signed you to stop your mouth.

"Be at your room till I come back from our ladies get to together. I'll be late, so close all the door. And be at your room. Don't think of going anywhere. Understood." Your mother shouted and leave the house for the party.

You close the door and shouted at the top of your lungs. You're so annoyed that your abusive mother never let you go anywhere. She's so mean that she goes everywhere without letting you go. But you also know your tricks to go there.  You know  the fairwell party gonna be lit with kids on the bars and restaurant all around. As early as your mom leaves you dressed up in your short silk black dress with your long curly hairs open. Match up with some smokey eyes and pencil heels. Afterall you're the most popular kid there, so you have to go there. But you never want to go cause the people around there are so mean and a bully to others.

Though you never get bullied but you felt bad for others. The better you know that the college guys are the meanest and cruelest. You're also so soft hearted that you fear of speaking up for them. Only for this reason you keep hating other and never went to any of the colleges parties. Even everyone insisted you so much. But today there is a sudden urge to attain the party. Because of your bestie since birth. Because of him you're going to the party. The season last party. Your guts are telling you that something big is gonna be happen with you. Something fun gonna be happen.

You waited at the front door for your bestie to pick you up. You checked the time it's already 9 pm and you need to came back by 2 am or else your mother gonna kill your ass of. It's drizzling outside , soft rains are always your favorite but today you don't have the time to appreciate the nature beauty. But you have to kill the party the fullest. You were just waiting.

"Babyygirl, come on! Get inside this beast." Suga shouted at the high pitch. You glad to see your bestie after waiting for them so long. He along with some other guys ride in a black open Jeep Wrangler. You got astonished to see the big Jeep. You walk upon the Jeep and gulped.

"We're going in this?" You questioned.

"Yes baby, now don't waste your time. And get your ass on this." Suga giggled. You get on that open Jeep. Suga helped you too. The Jeep started and all your hair dances in the air. The moonlight along with drizzling cloud make the sky look beautiful. You're feeling so alluring the whole journey.

When you stepped inside the restaurant,  it was nothing like that. It's filled with smoke and known people faces. Kids are drinking , smoking , dancing and making out. As soon as you step in, the focus shifted to you. Everyone started to making cheers, noise with your name. Some people said "look ___ is looking damn hot." "Her ass! I can die for" "can I fuck her only for today" "she wear this dress to show her big cleavage." And some girls there bitching "why this slut is here?" "God! I thought she died. Now who gonna see me." "I need to cover my boyfriends eyes, or else this whore gonna seduce him."  Everyone is just objectifying you. Only for this reasons you  hate to attain any party. All of them only gonna blame or body shames you.

Hearing all of this you squeezed Suga's hand in shame and murmured "Suga can I go home. This place is not for me." He instantly feels that you're feeling uncomfortable. He grapped your hand and shouted "hey people, look! If anyone gonna open their mouth to spite any bad words to ____. I'm gonna make their college life a hell. So shut the fuck up." Suddenly everyone looks downwards and keep on doing their things. Afterall Suga have hype on the college because he's the captain of the basketball and all of the college kids are afraid of him. This is the perks of having a scary bestie.

"Thanks. Today I'm not gonna interrupt you more. So, now you can have fun. I will also find someone to have fun." You sighed to Suga.

"Shut your thanks, babygirl. I'm always here for you only. If anything happens you can  just call me. I will be here around." He said and walked inside the bar.

Being a popular and good looking girl isn't a great thing. People only notice the worst side of you. You're thinking only this things and make your way to the near by open area on that Place. There's no one. Only you and your loneliness appreciating the cloudy night weather. Even though you have Suga as your bestie,  he also can't always look after you. Apart from him, no one was there as your friends. As you interact really less.

Standing there for so long your eyes trail down to a huge postures sitting down the couch. Black leather jacket, high black boots, smokey black eyes, dark gelled hair with tattooed neck a boy was sitting at the couch. You side eyed at him for a better view. He was drawing something. You peek into the painting you saw it was the soothing sky he was drawing. You again trail your eyes to his full muscular body. But you were unable to see his face as he head downs to draw. You just want to look at his face.

For quite a long there,  he said nothing to you. As only both of you're there you thought of asking him. "It's looking like you're painting this beautiful sky." You asked. The boy looked up to your face. His dark glowing eyes look straight into you. It was a known face too. His baby face isn't matching his devil body postures. You mesmerized to his beauty.  You tell you heart you know him, but never noticed him. He was Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook. The nerd kid who always sits at the last bench but tops the class. Who never spokes to anyone. Who's always so lonely when noticed.

"Yeah. I guess you have eyes." Jungkook scoff. But one thing more he's the rudest. Never in his life he talks to anyone in the straight face. Because of that he never have friends. You rolled your eyes.

"I also have mouth but I guess it's best to shut. People are so mean here." You said.

"Huh! Afterall meanest than me. I'm the one who haven't talk about your tits and ass in the whole room here." Jungkook smirked

"Better for you to not open your mouth. I'm only trying to start a conversation with you politely. But you -" Jungkook intrepputed you.

"Yes, I'm the one who shut your bullying mouth. You popular kids always thought we nerds are piece of shit. But we aren't. We aren't even not care for you to answer back. But see today I did." Jungkook again smirked.

"What? I never bullied anyone. Actually you're mad or anything to start a verbal fight here. Do your shitty work, you're good to be alone. Now, I got it why no ones talk to you." You chuckled devilishly.

"I don't make fake friends like you or I say friends with benefits. Huh!" Jungkook giggled.

"Friends with benefits? What do you mean. You totally ruined my mood. Just fuck your life with this shitty attitude you fucking nerd. I'm good to go." You shouted at him and walks towards the bar.

But suddenly,  Jungkook dropped all his drawing book at the floor and runs towards you and grapped you wrist from the back.

"What do you think? Where you're going? " Jungkook said.

You got confused by his actions. "Wait. Why the fuck you touched me? Get off me." You screamed at him. And he instantly released your hand from his grip.

"Cool, using women card huh. See you soon babe." Jungkook smirked turns to devilishly chuckled.  You just get off from there.

Soon you go inside the bar. Asked the bartender to give you some cocktail. He handed over to you. You sit beside a group of creepy men who were keep staring at your thighs. You were getting super uncomfortable because of  that. They're laughing, talking shit about you and your dress. But the limit crossed when one of guys handed over a page to you.

'One night stand! Money as much as you want.' Your blood started to rush over those guys.

You just want to slap them in the face. You hate how the whole fairwell night is turning into a nightmare for you. You never want to come here. You're cussing Suga for insisting you to come.

You grumbled the paper and through it on there faces. But then one of the guys started to touching you inappropriately around your thighs. You don't know what to do. Your anxiety level is getting on peak. All the men covered you and started touching you inappropriately. Out of fear you just sit like a piece of stone.

But then only Jungkook shouted at the group of men around you. His muscular body fitted his leather jacket perfectly. "You creeps,  just get off from her."

One of them says "who is she? Your si-"  Jungkook intrepputed them.

"Yeah, she's my fucking friend. Get off from her." And he grapped your hand and take you aside.

"Just kept your fucking dicks in your pants. If I ever see anyone of you to humiliating any girl. I will cut your penis off. Understood. Fuck off now." He shouted at them. And all of them just leaves the bar.

You're still in a sense of shock. You never believed this happens with you. Room full of air-conditioned but still you're sweating like crazy. You got your first anxiety attack after certain long. Your hand are trembling and tears down to your eyes. You still sense less what's going on.

"You're okay?" Jungkook asked with his baby voice.

You didn't answer anything. You just hugged Jungkook so hard. Nothing in your mind just you hugging him to get some heat and strength. Tears rolled down your eyes stopped to get his presence. He hugged you back and patted your back smoothly. Slowly the terror lives you.

"It's okay. Don't worry. I'm here. You're save." He said.

"I'm here to get your back. Calm down. Your makeup gonna ruin." He scoffs.

"Keep your mouth open. Or else i- " you cut him off.

"I'm okay. Thanks." You gasped.

"Want to have some fresh air outside?" He asked.

"Let's go. I can't breathe here anymore." I sighed. I grapped his wrist and fetch him to outside.

It was storming outside and slow winds crossing over my face. It felt so soothing to go outside and breathe some fresh air. I looked at Jungkook and felt so guilty for misunderstanding him earlier. His baby face just melts my heart. He's a purely the kindest and most helpful. I still regret why I never talked to him on the first hand. Well, I  always have an eye on him for his tonned body. But the behavior always drive me crazy. The way he looked when he was angry at them. His veins hands with silver rings. And those messy dark hair sooths my heart. I once again fall for his kindness,  generosity and smartness.

"Thanks but sorry." You looked at him.

He gazed at me "nothing to thanks me but take care of yourself. A girl should keep her mouth open for herself. Never depend on anyone else other than yourself. You're your own security. Understood."

"Your words are always so deep. But again sorry." You apologized

"Well, I'm sorry too for being rude. I don't mean to but -" you cut him off.

"But nothing. Just end those shitty things. I really liked how you saved me. I promise that from now onwards I will take care of myself." And you smiled at him.

He caressed my cheeks and smiled too. "I always thought you're mean but I was wrong. You're such a sweetheart."

"I know, people assume mean things about me. But at my surprise you're too a darling. But your words are full of sarcasm just like you." You  said.

He giggled at my words. Then you gazed at his eyes and caress his dark long hairs which was covering his baby face. You touched his hairs. You feel a sudden arousal to find him. He was different and amazing. You realized he have something you are finding since a long. He get stumble too with your touch. He felt like he got goosebumps to your touch.  You both keep staring to each others eyes for so long.

But then Jungkook broke it and scoff "your touch gives me goosebumps. Don't be so touchy or else something wrong gonna happen." And you giggled hard at him.

"Okay, I'll give you space." You scoffs.

As you both walk down to a group of boys having tons of beer. The whole area beside them smells like alcohol. You felt like trying some alcohol.

"Want to try some beer?" You asked him.

"Sure. Let's compete who can have more alcohol in their blood tonight." Jungkook smirked to me.

You both took one can of beer and gulped it at one shot. It was so refreshing and taste weird. But alcohol are meant to be tasteless. Jungkook goes for another one and so do you. You both keep on finishing the beer cans one by one. You're so into the competition that both of you crossed all the limits. Just drinking and laughing. After having enough can beer you were just pretending that you're drinking. But you were fully drunk. The alcohol is all over your body. Your dress got drenched with beer. On the other hand, Jungkook keep on going with the beer. Drinking and drinking but not stopping. He's the actual nerd kid who have a super big competitive ass in anything.

"Stop you dick. I can't drink anymore. You win. Cool!" You screamed in annoyance.

"Winner. Yeah. I knew it. No one can win from me." Jungkook yelled.

You made a annoyance face and said "look at my dress, alcohol is all over my body. It's drenched me. I smell like alcohol."

"Are you telling me to lick the beer from your body! Huh?" Jungkook grinned. He's totally drunk. He lost all his senses and so do you. Both are drunk and alone.

"Would you lick me if I say! Huh?" You giggled.

"Just say and I will lick you all up from head to toe baby." He smirked. And walk up to you and licked your neck.

"Stop it. I'll clean it myself." you pushed him kiddingly and ran towards the washroom to clean all the mess up.

At the water basin, you got some tissues and clean all the mess. From neck to your torso where all the beer spilled. But there also Jungkook followed you from the back.

You suddenly feel someone touched your back. You looked back and realized Jungkook is hugging you from behind. Locking your hands and softly kissing your ears. His warm huge body fits you finely. The alcohol fragrance along with his cologne smells it's so sexy. You don't want to leave him and not either tried to get out of his grip. He makes you so comfortable with his body all over you. That's feels so calming and horny. You want him to eat you.

"I said I'll lick you clean. You don't need to clean yourself." Jungkook softly said.

He then smoothly take your open hair aside and kissed your neck. It's feels like you're the last person to eat in this planet. He spins you and now you're facing him. He's so close to your face, you can feel his hot alcoholic breath on your face. He kissed you again all over your neck and beyond leaving some purple marks on your fine white body.

"Don't you want to clean by me! Huh?" Jungkook smirked.

"I-I yes, I want." You said in a shaky voice.

He hovered over you with his lips. Licking neck to chin and then he stopped. He looked into your deep pale eyes. You meet his eyes. His eyes speaking that he will made you watch the heavenly stars today. Without any second thought he kissed you in lips. You deepens the kiss with your tongue into him. His pink juicy lips taste so fine.  He bit you on your upper lips which make it more loving. Then his one hand goes under my dress while the other is still there to deepens your lips. You put your hands on his long dark gelled hair. You both are caressing each other. Deep moans under Neath the breath was changed. Before going out of breath you broke the kiss and you both breathed so heavily.

He lifted you on the top of the water basin of the washroom and touched your inner thigh. A little moans let out from your mouth. His cold long fingers when touched your warm fizzy thighs it's giving you thrills. You spread your long legs further directing him to devour you inside. The hot make out already make you so wet that you can't resist. He pulled the hem of your dress and looks at the most beautiful site at that time. His eyes were glowing to meet with your small pussy.

"You want?" Jungkook asked me before putting his hands further.

"I want you to fuck me. Made me see the stars tonight." You softly screamed.

Jungkook getting the signal to proceed he touched your wet pussy over the panties. But the panties are already drenched of your cum. He gulped and smirked leaving your panty at the floor. He tilted you aside and thrust two of his finger inside of you. His cold veiny long fingers when get inside you, it gives you thrills. You moan his name. He gently thrust each of the finger inward. You already can see the stars.

"Jun-Jungkook!" You moans

"You want more?" Jungkook asked.

"Jun-Jungkook. Yeah. I want you to be inside." You screamed in pleasure.

He gently keeps on going with his fingers all the way. You lift up and you can see the budge on Jungkook jeans. You unlock his belt and put his jeans off. His big member is already waiting for you. Your eyes glowed up to see his big huge dick. You stroke it and it's already having a Boner. Jungkook stops and looked at your eyes.

"Are you sure that you can take my member inside you! Huh?" He smirked.

"Can't wait more to have you inside me. I want your fucking dick to tear my fragile pussy." You growned.

"Then let's just fuck you, ______" Jungkook moans.

You spread your legs further and he put his tip of the cock inside you. He's teasing you but then you thrust him in. His huge cock perfectly fits your pussy. He started to thrust fast and fast. He's moaning your name at high pitch. And you want him more and more. His hips are thrusting hard into you. You see all the colours of the stars. Jungkook made you realize the pleasure. It's get so heated that at last he thrust your g spot. You feel relieved.

"I'm going to cum, Kook." You said.

"I want you to cum on my fucking dick!" He exclaimed.

You cumed in his dick and all over his shirt. Your white liquid is all over the place. He smirked and gently took you off the water basin.

"Did I licked you well, ____?" Jungkook murmured.

"Yeah, I want you to lick me every day, Jungkook." You said softly.

He gently put your clothes on and you wear them. He also did the same. And he kissed your forehead and patted with love.

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

can u do the sfw alphabet for nigari pls??

Sure! Hope you enjoy! 💕

SFW Alphabet | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character: Suguru Niragi

Genre: dark

Warnings: strong toxic relationship themes, obsessive themes, blood, threatening, manipulation, gaslighting, physical & emotional abuse, a couple of suggestive themes, mention of body checking, mention of killing sprees

Author’s Note: I know I’ve mentioned this before, but just a reminder that I prefer to write Niragi as his true character. I would prefer not to pretend that he’s secretly a good man, because he’s not. Please do not read if you find any of the warnings upsetting or triggering! I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable!

*this is based in the Borderlands

A - Affection

(How affectionate are they? How would they show affection?)

His love language is so hard to decide

I think he’s a mix of quality time and physical affection

There would be random times where he would just follow you around The Beach

He wouldn’t necessarily even talk to you, just trail you like a shadow

You would be well aware he’s there, he’s not that good at keeping quiet since he’s such a heavy-foot

But you never tell him that, and just give him the satisfaction of believing he’s being sneaky

He would give you random pecks on the cheek when walking past you in the halls

There has been times when you would be talking to someone and he would just run up and pick you up from behind and run off while laughing

B - Best Friend

(What would they be like as a best friend?)

He’d be the most annoying piece of shit

You’d never get alone time, he would always just pop out of the most random places just to annoy you

He wouldn’t want a best friend that couldn’t take his harsh jokes

Everyone at The Beach would be terrified of you two

You’re like the most dangerous duo, no one would want to be put with you two for a game, it’s a guaranteed lose

C - Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He would have a weird obsession for cuddling you

Would NEVER do it in front of anyone else though

He’d demand your cuddles, like he would get angry if you refused

Sometimes would just randomly grab you from your friends and drag you to his room so he can lay his head on your lap

“Play with my hair,” “Niragi, I wasn’t finishe-” “Shut up and just do it.”

Would fall asleep just from you braiding his hair

Don’t move though, if he wakes up he’ll accuse you of trying to leave

D - Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He kind of pushed you into moving into his room with him

He said it’s better because it’s bigger due to his higher wristband number

Would start to believe that you’re kind of becoming more close from moving into his room

But, he’s so bad at maintenance

His job is security, so he doesn’t know how to work in a kitchen or let alone clean

You’d have to clean the room and wash the laundry yourself

Sometimes Niragi would feel a bit guilty and try and help, but would fail miserably and become too embarrassed to even keep assisting

E - Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Brutally

No remorse whatsoever from this man

If he broke up with you, he would tell you in the meanest way possible, probably through public humiliation

If you broke up with him though, oh no hun

He’d at first just not let you break up with him and give you a warning

But if you didn’t listen to his warning, all hell would break loose

I’m talking about pouring buckets of blood through your windows, shooting bullet holes through your door with his rifle in the middle of the night, threatening to kill those close to you

You wouldn’t be able to take it, eventually just going back to him just to make him stop

{Here’s a short headcanon elaborating on this further}

F - Fiancé(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Getting married in the Borderlands is impossible, but Niragi would always look towards the future with you

He would’ve dreamt about going back to the real world and finally being able to marry you

Sometimes he thinks maybe you could run away from The Beach with him and get married by yourselves

But yeah, he would be quick with moving forward and be committed completely to your relationship

G - Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

You already know what I’m going to say

He would never be gentle, it’s not in his personality at all

Physically, he wouldn’t be fragile with you

He’d rough you up a lot, grabbing your wrists or pulling you harshly by your shirt

But when you approach him about it, he would gaslight you into believing that you made him do it and that he has to control you to keep you safe

Emotionally, no

Doesn’t hold any regard for your feelings, says whatever the hell he wants to say

Don’t even think about opening your emotions to him, he would shut them down so quickly by belittling you

“Aww my wittle bunny feewing sad? Deal with it, I’m not a therapist.”

H - Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often would they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Very sudden and tight hugs

Always gives you a jump scare by sprinting up behind you and throwing his arms around your waist

He would hug you as often as he could

He doesn’t care if you refuse his hugs when it’s just the two of you

But when you refuse in front of people, he gets embarrassed and makes a mental note to teach you a small lesson later

I can imagine him having quite warm skin, so sometimes you would push yourself into his arms if the breeze was making you cold

I - I Love You

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

Would say it as a joke, before you guys were even together

Probably to tease you, or take you by shock

Or maybe that was him being genuinely honest

In the relationship, he would say it when you’re mad at him, because he can’t take you seriously when you’re mad

“Niragi can you cut that out!?” “NOoooo I love you~”

J - Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ohhhh no, they can’t get any worse than this man

His jealousy would be out of control

You can’t even smile at anyone else in his presence

If you did, he would grab your jaw and make you look at him again

One time a new member of The Beach thought that they could try and kiss you, not knowing that you were the infamous Niragi’s S/O

Let’s just say that no one saw them after that incident

He also once backed a man against a wall with his sniper rifle to his head for staring at your ass for a bit too long

Don’t make this man jealous, it never ends well

K - Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He would use so much tongue it would be suffocating

And he would hold your head in his hands roughly so you couldn’t pull away

When it’s just you two by yourself, there wouldn’t be a moment where his lips were off you

Is obsessed with kissing your neck, could never get enough of it

Would absolutely love it if you kissed around his ears, like he would melt

When in out at the pool or in the lobby with everyone else, he would actually prefer to not kiss at all

He would feel weird if people stared, cause you were his and his only and he didn’t want other people looking at you

L - Little Ones

(How are they around children?)

He would hate kids

He wouldn’t carry a shred of love for them

Most kids would be terrified of him anyway

Kids (if there is any at The Beach) would approach him because they thought his piercings or gun was cool, but he would say some freaky shit that would scare them off

I mean most people would tell kids to stay away from him anyway

But he would have this weird love for watching you play and look after kids

He didn’t know what it was, but it always made him fall deeper in love to see you playing immature games just to keep the children happy and smiling

M - Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

You would always wake up before Niragi

Don’t try and leave the bed though because otherwise he would instantly wake and drag you back into his arms and hold you ten times tighter like a cage

Most mornings would be you laying in bed contemplating what to do for the day while waiting for Niragi to wake up

When he does eventually, he would instantly want cuddles and kisses

You don’t get a choice in it of course

Waking up would be a slow process, but you would get there eventually

N - Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

Niragi always works around The Beach until late, so he would probably tell you to go back to the room around 11pm

You would spend the time reading or sitting out on the balcony and watching the stars

Niragi would come back and walk out to the balcony to find you

He would wrap his hands around your waist and push his face into your neck, nipping at your skin

“Are you coming to sleep or what?”

O - Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

This man would have walls upon walls upon walls

He’s never opened up to someone before and he wasn’t going to start just because he had a partner

He spent years building his personality so he could protect himself from others, why would he suddenly tear it down?

He wouldn’t, the furthest you could ever probably get with him is during a screaming match between you two, he said something in the heat of the moment about his shitty childhood

You would freeze and not say anything as he storms out

But other than that, you were never getting anything out of him

P - Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

I actually don’t think he’d be that easily angered

You could do anything, scream at him, punch him, insult him but he would always keep that cocky smirk on his face

But if you were to publicly humiliate him, that would be another story

If you try to show dominance over him in front of his militant group or other members of The Beach, he wouldn’t hesitate to slap you in front of everyone

He always wanted to be conveyed as the top of the food chain at The Beach, so if you came anywhere near to damaging that reputation, he’d make sure you were put in your place

Q - Quizzes

(How much would they remember about you?)

Every little thing

He’d know you better than you know yourself

It would honestly become frustrating though, because he would know when you’re lying or when you’re hiding something just from your body language alone

I feel like he would ask the chefs who made food at The Beach to always make your favourite dish that reminded you of home

It would probably be the only actual human decency Niragi would show to you

R - Remember

(What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite memory of your relationship would be when you brought back a gift for him after your game

You walked past a cute trinket shop on the way back and saw a small glass raven in the window

You thought Niragi would like it because one of his favourite animals is a raven

He would be over the moon excited, but would try to play it off like it’s nothing

He’d keep it on his bedside table and clean it everyday so it stays shiny

S - Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’d never let you out of his sight

He’s incredibly controlling, so he wouldn’t let you have a say in most things

He would always have you by his side, arm around your should tucking you into his chest

No one would even approach you when you’re with him because they’d be too scared he’d get the wrong idea

One time he threw someone over the bar counter and into the glass alcohol bottles because they thought they could try and lure you into their room

He’d be very much over dramatic, almost killing anyone who tried to hurt or flirt with you

At games, he would not let go of your hand

He wouldn’t let you do anything, he would drag you around and kill anyone he sees

Being with him would be a guaranteed win every time, but he sure would make you feel awful about it

T - Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He wouldn’t put that much effort at all I think

He’d see all that petty romance stuff as insignificant and a bit stupid

Wouldn’t bother remembering anniversaries, I mean there wouldn’t be much of a point while being stuck in the Borderlands

He has the mindset that you should devote yourself to one another without the need of gifts or dates

The closest you would ever come to getting a date with him is those nights you would spend together on the roof to look at the stars

But even then he would complain about it, because you would have to end up dragging him up there yourself since he doesn’t let you go anywhere without him

U - Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

You already know

Too many to count

He’s violent, he’s aggressive, he’s overprotective, he’s obsessive, he’s abusive, he’s unforgiving, he’s stubborn, he’s unempathetic, he’s psychotic

The list could go on forever

It would always make you question why you ever got involved with him in the first place, even if he didn’t give you much of a choice

Probably the only good thing you would get from him is constant attention and guaranteed protection from anything that could potentially harm you

Being with the scariest man on The Beach would have few pros, but they would still be useful at times

V - Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

I actually think he’s really concerned about his physical appearance

He probably pierced his own eyebrow, nose and tongue while he was in the Borderlands to appear more threatening

In the mornings, he would take forever to get ready

Probably does body checks in random reflections throughout the day

Yeah idk, I just think based off his personality, he would try so hard to come across as intimidating to keep his insecurities away

Sometimes he would tell you to tell him your favourite things about him just to reassure himself

He wouldn’t even care if you were lying, just hearing it would make him feel somewhat less insecure

W - Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would go clinically insane if he lost you somehow

He’s obsessed with you, why wouldn’t he?

If you didn’t return from a game or if you randomly disappeared, a few people were definitely become a victim of his rage

Would go on a killing spree, blinded by his anger and sadness

Would probably regret it and just sob loudly in your shared room for a bit, hugging your clothes to his chest

He would go searching for you everyday, wouldn’t even keep track of his visa

He had to find you, otherwise he would lose himself further than he already had

X - Xtra

(A random headcanon for them)

I feel like you would be the only person who would be allowed to touch his sniper rifle (I hope that’s what his gun’s called)

I mean obviously not to use against him, but he would give it to you if he ever had to be separate from you during a game for some reason

He would take you out to shooting practice, just aiming at crows or tree branches to help you get the hang of it

Sometimes the shot would be so forceful you would fly backwards onto your back

Niragi would always laugh hysterically at you when that happens

He would never let you use it at The Beach without his supervision though, he’d be so scared you would injure yourself

Y - Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He would hate a partner with a huge personality

Would very much prefer someone who was more quiet and timid, because they would be easier to control

And he just loves the thought of looking after and protecting someone, even though he’d be really bad at making you feel safe around him

He wouldn’t like someone who acted independent and didn’t need him

He’s insecure so he would need that reassurance that someone wants him

In general wise, I think he would hate sleeping

Somehow he just manages to run off 2 hours sleep everyday

He would get tired but he would just despise sleeping for some reason

It might be nightmares of insomnia, but he never really would bring it up so you wouldn’t ask

Z - Zzz

(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He has to be hugging something

He cannot sleep without having both arms and both legs wrapped around you

If you were being stubborn, he would just squeeze you tighter

You’d still be in the same position in the morning

Doesn’t care if you’re overheating, he if wants you close then he’ll make sure you are

[mythiccheroacademia]

Can you please do a fic where kirishima and kaminari turning into babies and reader have to take care of them but kaminari dont like reader for some strange reason and them resolved it🤩 sorry for bad English 😅

A/N: this was such a cute request! the characters as babies just makes my heart 😚🥰😍 I hope y’all enjoy this one! and your english is great btw!

Warnings: cuteness overload? and some cussing bc bakugo’s here. what do you expect?

Kirishima Eijirou: 

when you woke up to bakugo banging on your door, you knew it was going to be a weird day 

bakugo was notrious for being an early bird, but he usually kept that to himself. so why was he screaming outside your door at 6 in the freaking morning?

“y/n! you have ten seconds to open this fucking door before i—“

you swung the door open with the meanest glare you could muster, ready to cuss him out

“what the hell do you want—“

your voice catches in your throat when you see a sleeping black haired child, no older than two, curled up in his arms 

you stare at the baby

then you stare at bakugo

bakugo stares back in confusion

then it clicks

“IT’S NOT MY FUCKING BABY!!” he explodes

“LANGUAGE BAKUGO!”

“STOP FUC--I MEAN FREAKING ASSUMING THINGS”

you didnt get a chance to respond before he shoves the baby in your arms and tells you it’s kirishima who got hit by a quirk during his internship 

the teachers knew and left him with katsuki, but he couldnt take care of him today bc he had to go to his intership, and he didnt trust anyone else with the child

so that’s how you ended up alone with baby kiripima 🥺

you find out very quickly that kirishima was as energetic as ever, even as a baby 

the minute he wakes up, he nearly jumps out of bed and declares to the entire room 

“g’ mornin’!” 

then he glomps you with the biggest hug 

“y/n! we swol too-day!!”

you figured out that he knows who you are but that’s the extent to which he does 

either way, he’s very excited to spend the day with you 

he’s still extroverted even as a kid and loves being around his friends

when you took him around to meet everybody, he just gobbled up the attention. most importantly, he just loved your attention

he such a show off for you omg 

he’ll be “ultra manly” and clean his mess all by himself 

or when you try and help him wash his hands, he’ll stop you with a determined pout and go “i can do it!” and concentrate really hard on scrubbing his hands clean 

when you’d praise him for eating all his food he’d give you the biggest shark-tooth smile and cutely blush from your words

he still kind of stumbled when he walked but whenever he saw something cool, he’d take your hand and basically drag you with him, excitment in his steps 

and when you showed him the gym?

he was in L O V E 🤩

you may or may not have taken a couple pictures when you saw him attempt to lift a five pound weight 

bath time is fun and easy bc he’s too busy pretending to be a shark to really think about the fact that he’s getting clean

when you tell him it’s bed time, he doesn’t wanna sleep at first. but then you make a sad face and he instantly drops what he’s doing and hurriedly says,

“okay! okay! i sleep! see!?”

goes and gets his blanket and curls up in your bed bc he’s the goodest boy and it’s unmanly to make a pretty person sad!

he looks so small and fluffy that you literally wanna bawl your eyes out 

ahhh he’s just the cutest!!

you lie next to him and decide to take a nap too bc it’s been a long day 

before you fall asleep, you feel the small boy nuzzle into your chest and wrap his arms around your neck 

“night night. luh you,” he whispers before he starts to snore 

like 🥺🥺🥺

you could seriosuly die happy 

the next day, you wake up with a heavier arm around your shoulders. it’s so heavy that you can barely move and it confuses you 

when you open your eyes, you see that kirishima has gone back to normal 

and usually you’d be freaking out bc you may or may not have a small crush on him and now that he was normal sized, you were staunchly reminded of it

but when he pulls you in closer to his embrace, you can’t seem to care rn

for now, you’ll just enjoy this moment

Kaminari Denki:

“Y/N!! watch out!”

you were all kinds of confused when kaminari jumped in front of you to protect you from a villain’s quirk and he disappeared

and just when you were about to freak out, you heard small whimpers and cries 

you looked to the ground and saw that kaminari hadnt disappeared

your best friend just turned into a freaking two year old child 

and you dont think he likes you 

at all 

once you two were brought to safety, it was like denki finally took a good look at who was holding him and just

flipped shit 

he gives you a firm (but cute) frown that makes you blink in confusion

then he suddenly pushes his hands against your chest to try and get away 

“no! stop! i wanna go!”

at first, you thought he was scared so you attempted to soothe him but it’s no use

he’s admant on throwing his tiny temper tantrum

although, when recovery girl takes him to go get checked, he instantly calms down and smiles as she tells him how cute he his 

you can’t say you didnt feel your heart break just a little 💔💔💔

but youre determined to win over his affection bc wth? you’re supposed to be best friends! 

(read: you had a crush on older denki and you couldnt handle the fact that these might be his true feelings towards you and he might actually not like you)

so the entire day, you’re doing everything you can to make the kid at least acknowledge you 

right now, it’s the bakusquad that’s collectively taking care of him for the day, but you’re there to help

you try to tell him jokes babies could understand and he’ll just look at you and turn away 

mina told you that food was the best way to a guy’s heart so you made him his favorite (soft) food as a peace offering

and you were absolutely crushed when he stiffened up and refused to eat it until bakugo scared him into eating 

he turns away and you just 💔😞

after that, you sighed and gave up

you sorrowfully accepted the fact that denki just didnt like you :(

at least you now know your chances of being with him was nonexistent

you made up some excuse to leave the room bc you coudlnt take the heartbreak

everyone pretty much bought into it

all except denki who might have been a child, but he was still as perceptive as ever 

unbeknowest to you, denki didnt really dislike you 

the reason he was acting like a jerk was bc you put yourself in danger during the mission and he was so angry about it 

he didnt know how to confront these feelings so he just ignored you 

but when he saw the silver tears line your eyes, he felt so bad 😭

he didn’t know how to emotion™️

pls don’t leave him :(((

the emotions overwhelmed him so much to the point that he bursted out in tears and wasn’t cosoled by anything 

“come on, bro! what’s wrong!?” sero anxiously asked 

“y/n! i want y/n!”

he didnt have to say it twice 

the group basically shove him in your arms and youre confused when denki latches onto you like a life line bc did he just hate you three seconds ago?

despite your saddness, you comfort him by whispering sweet nothings in his ear and denki is instaneously consoled solely by your voice 

the crying takes a lot of energy from him and he can barely keep his eyes open

but before he sleeps, he softly says, “i wa’ scare-d. sowwy y/n”

again, you’re confused, but you were too tired to think about it so you decide to go to bed and deal with this tomorrow

it’s the next day and your face-to-face with a normal kaminari who’s obviously been awake for some time and looks petrified 

now that he’s older, you’re reminded of everything he put you through and you’re salty af about it

“you still hate me?” you sassily say 

denki’s face erupts in an embarrassed blush and youre surprised when he buries his head in your neck, holding you close to his chest 

without looking at you, he explains his true feelings for you in a really round about way

you pull his face back to look at him and as he sputters out apologies to you, you kiss is nose 

“you idiot. i like you too if that’s what you’re trying to say.”

denki stares before short-circuting and you just laugh as he mumbles happily to himself