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slytherbun · 3 years ago

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confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

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squadrah · 2 years ago

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la squadra as jellicle cats. what do they look like. what are their special talents. do they have people homes or are they feral. and do any of them wear cute little accessories.

Risotto: Black Maine Coon that had grown too big for his household and took to the streets, where he soon became a respected leader because he is Very Large and Impressive Looking; think Old Deuteronomy, except young and ah, virile. Has a single brass bell that he is very fond of; he's often seen pondering it like a wizard ponders his orb.

Formaggio: Cinnamon calico, and definitely a Rum Tum Tugger type. Probably a stray, but charming enough that he actually has like a dozen casual homes to cycle through and wreak havoc in. Known for his ability to squeeze through any gap; you could have sworn everything was closed, and yet he's in here demanding your attention and some treats.

Prosciutto: Dark mackerel tabby, and he's basically a cross between Jennyanydots and Rumpus Cat because he bosses over every single creature in his fancy home, and when he steps outside, everyone scatters because he's usually accompanied by a thick fog descending upon the land, followed by a body count. Wears a very prominent fancy collar with a golden tag.

Pesci: Tortoiseshell mottled with red. Definitely a stray, though not by choice; he's a very sweet boy who is constantly trying to get into places in the hopes of finding his forever home, but unfortunately he's just not fancy enough for Prosciutto's place. Still, he has some promise and the others like him. Sometimes seen strumming a fish skeleton like a guitar.

Ghiaccio: Blue Bengal, and very loud. If he were featured in a song, it would be about how he is a Freak of Nature that thrives in the snow and ice, and not even the coldest winter night can curdle his hot blood that makes him want to scream and howl for bloody murder. His home life is possibly hanging by a single thread at this point because he's so scrunkly.

Melone: Don Sphynx with a trillion issues and zero fucks given about any of them. You just know he is someone's beloved Bingus and prances around on stage wearing a custom design cat onesie to keep him warm. Presented as very curious and intelligent; his music number would involve him dancing across a laptop keyboard, producing keysmashes on the screen.

Illuso: Mitted Ragdoll, and incredibly smug about it. Like Prosciutto, he lives in a fancy house where he reigns supreme (by virtue of putting himself forward, rather than because he knows how to keep order), but as soon as he steps out, the regular jellicles will start ganging up on him and he might just get dunked into the nearest trashcan. Tragic.

Sorbet and Gelato: Black tabby and red tabby, respectively. Mentioned together because they are definitely the Mungojerrie and Rumpleteaser duo in La Jellicle Squadra, and their song is probably twice as wild. Sorbet has what can only be described as a permanently resting bitch face but on a cat, and Gelato is every bit as "bright" as you would expect an orange male cat to be, but has a ridiculous amount of spunk so he's quite dangerous. Always side by side with their tails hooked together, living for food, having a good time, and committing tax fraud.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah crossovers #squadrah original

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korissideblog · 3 years ago

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i was just thinking about kids Aito would befriend outside of 1x and 1y and <333 now she has a gang of delinquents friends to hang out with :)

(more info under cut <3)

order goes from left to right <3 i probably should have labeled them lol

Aito Takao:

- you already know aito

- sadly

Okada Ren: (he/him)

- you might recognize him from a previous fic <3 after the Ikuto incident, Ren wanted nothing to do with Aito or her friends- but they have a mutual friend (Azami) who makes them hang out, so he just does what she says.

- acts as a rival to Aito when in the group, but doesn't want to. he just really doesn't want to interact with Aito, but she keeps dragging him into stuff

- his quirk is called "Octo Spikes", and allows him to make black spikes appear from his skin. the spikes are also covered in ink. he struggles to make his spikes appear on command, but they appear easily when he experiences high emotion.

- he has a small crush on Azami, and sort of sees Aito as a romantic rival, despite the fact that Azami's never shown interest in Aito and vice versa.

- he's the most traditional bully of the group, think disney channel original bully with a secret heart of gold and you've probably got a good idea of him

Azami Kumar: (she/her)

- Azami is friends with both Aito and Ren, and force them to get along.

- despite it never really getting discussed, Azami is the assumed leader of the group, with Aito acting as her lancer/right hand man

- she's a minor kleptomaniac, and the habit is what got her running with the wrong crowds early on in life.

- Azami doesn't have a quirk, and is rather proud of the fact that she got into UA without one.

- she's pretty impulsive, usually the person who gets the gang into trouble- not usually the one to get them out lol

- met Aito in the discipline office. Azami was interested in Aito's techniques for stealing and Aito enjoyed the attention and praise <3 they enable eachother (affectionate)

Momoko "Momo" Harada: (she/they)

- Momo and Aito hold a pretty strong bond as "the only pretty bitches in this whole group" (allegedly)

- Momo and Aito gossip while doing eachother's nails <3 and dress in pretty outfits and talk about boys and emotionally manipulate people together <3

-Momo is one of the few people Aito trusts with his hair care/styling

- Momo's quirk is called "Tattoo Nails", pretty self explanatory lol: her blood is tattoo ink, and she has long needles that she can extend from her fingers like a tattoo gun <3

- her tattoos are pretty temporary, only lasting a couple months before blending into the skin- she can make a permanent tattoo, it just takes alot more blood than she usually likes to give.

- because ink is thinner than blood, Momo suffers from a form of hemophilia, so she's always careful not to injure herself.

- non-professional tattoos are known for causing nasty infections, so Momo is quite germaphobic- even when not giving a tattoo, she still likes to sanitize/clean her things often.

Tamako Fukuda: (he/them)

- Tamako is a rather quiet boy, seemingly always tired of everything.

- Tamako pretends to dislike Aito's energetic behavior, but really he finds it a nice change of pace.

- Tamako's quirk is called "Glitter Blast”, and it allows him to shoot sparkly rainbow colored beams of energy out of the horn on his head. It has a small side effect of making everything around the target overly saturated and cutesy. It also gives Tamako the lower body of a horse.

- Tamako despises his quirk, as it does not match with his aesthetic at all. He’s hair is naturally rainbow colored, but he dyes it black to try and look more gothic (this is successful, minus the strands of silver throughout his hair)

- Tamako is a graffiti artist, and hangs out with the group because they know all the best spots to graffiti something.

- Tamako, despite his wishes, is treated like the baby of the group. The rest of the gang doting on him from time to time.

Yuudai “Dog Face” Nakano: (he/him)

- unlike the rest of the group, Yuudai is actually a pretty good kid. He only joined the group because of his friendship with Momo, and the fact that not many people outside of the group want to hang out with him.

- Aito came up with his nickname. he is not the most creative person.

- his quirk is simple: he’s a dog. His parents are completely quirkless, but because of their parents’ quirks skipping a generation, Yuudai came out as a hairless dog boy <3

- people are rather put off by his looks- except Momo, who’s been a childhood friend of his since elementary school.

- he actually rather dislikes the things the group gets into, but he’s usually dragged along anyway.

- he’s just the sweetheart/conscience of the group, they would be nothing without him <3

#i probably wont be using them for much outside of NPCs/background characters <3 but they still live in my heart <3 #if you have any questions about them PLEASE flood my inbox <3333 i wanna talk about these sillie little kids so bad <33333333 #aito takao #Okada Ren #Azami Kumar #Momoko Harada #Tamako Fukuda #Yuudai Nakano #bnha oc comeback #knha // kimi no hero academia

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psychicdreamfriendoperator · 3 years ago

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Can I get some headcanons with Free dating someone? I am WEAK

I might have rambled a bit on this one haha, feel free to resend the ask if you wanted something else!

— Psychic

Things to Note

the name should be an indicator, but Free enjoys his freedom— he’ll be resistant to anything that restricts it.

the Shishigumi comes first; even if Free is laidback, he's still part of the gang’s inner circle.

Meeting Free

surprisingly enough, your relationship with Free did not begin as anything sexual.

It doesn't even begin as a friendship — it's difficult to describe a situation wherein you find a random lion in your house.

You think he was trying to rob you.

You fainted, of course.

When you awoke, you found yourself on the floor with a nasty ache in your back and a note nearby.

The words were scribbled hastily in print; “WILL VISIT AGAIN SOON”.

You filed a police report, but nothing came of it— other an officer’s promise that the station would keep an eye out for “any suspicious characters”.

The police station is blind, you concluded. Reason being, the lion returned exactly a week later.

Now, Free (as you’ve learnt is his name) just waltzes in and makes himself at home.

No matter how often you changed the locks or fortified the windows, Free found a way in.

It was almost like a game for the feline— you gave up on trying to keep him out.

Free had a nasty habit of not taking off his dirty ass shoes before he put his feet up on your white couch.

As your relationship progressed, he became more mindful of his behaviour— though, it took him a while to remember not to put his shoes all over your furniture.

Gifts

you grew used to the lion visiting you randomly. Sometimes, Free did not visit you empty handed.

Free gave you an expensive phone— albeit one with a cracked screen, a watch that smelled like seawater and a couch with red polka-dots to replace the one he dirtied with the grime at the bottom of his shoe.

It took you ten minutes of cleaning your “brand-new” sofa to realise that the red spots were not part of the original design.

It was definitely best not to ask Free where exactly he sourced his gifts from.

You eventually began to feel a bit poorly about receiving things from him all the time.

The first time you presented Free with a gift, he shut down.

During his visits, Free liked to make use of your bathroom. He always set his suit, tie and shoes one side while he cleaned himself (and used up all your hot water in the process).

It was inevitable that you would notice the wrinkles, and the scuff marks.

You couldn't have something so unkempt in your house. It wasn't an issue for you to do a quick spot of ironing.

Even the shoes could be made presentable— you just had to wipe them off and apply a bit of black polish.

When Free realised what you had done, he seemed to be speechless. Just when you expected to hear a “Thank you Y/N”, God quickly brought you back to reality.

“You're going to do this sort of thing from now on?” He held the suit jacket up by its sleeves, as if searching for the wrinkles he knew were no longer present.

You shrugged. “If you keep your shoes off my couch, then sure,”

You thought that your gift would encourage him to visit more often, but for a whole month, Free did not visit you.

You wondered if the police had finally caught the bastard— but, after a month, he returned as if nothing had ever happened.

After that, he no longer showered at your place.

Free’s Thoughts & Motivations

this ‘relationship’ was the longest one Free had ever been in.

The lion who bathed in the revelry of the Black Market now looked forward not just to bloodshed, but to movie marathons and hearing you bitch about your neighbours.

The fear of this casualty metamorphosing into something serious . . . something permanent, compelled Free to leave you alone for a while to collect his thoughts.

He only visited you because your home was a convenient place to rest before returning to the Mansion.

(The night you met him, he'd broken in to avoid a police patrol in the area.)

The presents were bribes to keep you complacent.

(Though . . . maybe he felt a bit bad about ruining your sofa.)

As much as your gesture touched him, Free wanted nothing in return.

Your gift was proof that you held some kind of affection for him.

Free returned to the Mansion feeling quite warm inside that day, but he didn't dare shower at your place again.

The affection that you held for him, no matter how miniscule, was addictive.

Dating

The others didn't pay much attention to it when Free casually mentioned that he had a “friend" outside of the Black Market.

The inner circle grew suspicious when he refused to elaborate further.

“It's time that we address the elephant in the room.” Dolph gave a pointed look at the only empty chair in the room.

Free’s chair.

The others around the table nodded once in solemn agreement. Then, someone raised their hand.

Dolph’s expression seemed to soften the smallest amount. “Yes, Agata?”

“Who’s going to kill him if we find out he’s planning to leave the gang? I would volunteer but my shoulder's still healing from that last gang war—”

Before the scar-faced lion could reply, Ibuki interjected. “This is Free we are discussing— he would not betray the Shishigumi in such a manner. There's no need to discuss things like that,”

He tapped a claw against the table, “In any case, we will get to the bottom of this. Tonight.”

A Cause For Concern

you thought that you were being paranoid.

You hoped that you weren't really being followed.

There was no mistaking it.

Everywhere you went, everytime you went outside, it was there.

A singular black car.

“Eh? What are you panicking about?” You heard Free's voice, but you didn't respond. You tossed your car keys, and they landed on the kitchen table.

You sped over to the windows. With one, great motion, you drew them, only stopping when the entire house was draped in darkness.

“There’s this black car . . . It’s been tailing me all weekend,” Though your voice was calm, your hands were shaking as you made your way back to the couch.

Free grew thoughtful, but only for the briefest of moments. He waved dismissively, and lapped one leg over the other, pulling you onto his lap with his free arm.

“Don’t worry about it. Just the Shishigumi being the Shishigumi. They won't break in or anything,”

Silence hung in the air only for half a minute, before Free added, “Probably won't, anyways,”

But, you are more focused on the s-word, rather than on what they may or may not do to your home.

“Shishigumi . . .?” The word was foreign on your tongue, but it was not entirely unfamiliar.

You didn't move off of his lap, but you gently pried off the hands that held your waist in place.

If you didn't know better, you would have sworn that Free looked just a bit . . . hurt by your actions. Still, he got the message and his hands remained at either side of himself.

You were grateful for that much.

“I didn't stutter,” The lion tsked. His hand slid over his mane. He was antsy about something, thag much you knew.

When Free next spoke, his voice was low. His chin rest atop your head, and you could easily feel the calming vibration of his throat.

“It doesn't bother you, right?”

A sigh escaped your lips. You pinched your nose. You internally debated strangling him for daring to ask something with such an obvious answer.

Of course you would mind! You felt as if you had always known Free was part of some illegal operation— but, it had never crossed your mind to assume the lion was in an actual gang!

No . . . that was a lie.

The thought had crossed your mind. You willed the thought to go away everytime it reared its ugly head.

“No, I don't mind, Free. I don't mind at all.”

Going Steady

Free talked things out with his colleagues— that's what he told you, at least.

The ominous black vehicle that stalked your every move disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.

Life went back to normal, though, the visitor's list expanded by eight more lions.

Ibuki and Dolph were infrequent visitors— if they stopped by, then you knew it was on important business.

Agata often fetched your groceries, so you saw him often.

Miguel, Dope and Jinma visited infrequently, but were not as rare to see as Ibuki and Dolph.

Hino, like Agata, was a regular. He mostly crashed in your guest room— apparently, it was easier to fall asleep at your place.

Once every few months, Sabu would deliver your groceries instead of Agata. He seemed nice enough, but you found him to be intimidating as hell.

For better or for worse, Free begun spending nights at your house.

It would be wrong to call him a freeloader, though.

“There's ten grand in here . . .” You murmured to yourself. You turned the envelope over in your hands. Your name was written on the side, in Free's chickenscratch penmanship.

But, there was also a note; “10K. RENT MONEY FOR Y/N.”

#beastars free #beastars x reader #beastarsxreader #beastars headcanons #beastars dolph mention #beastars agata mention #beastars ibuki mention #beastars jinma mention #beastars dope mention #beastars miguel mention #beastars sabu mention #beastars hino mention #ask #beastars #beastars imagines

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jewels2876 · 4 years ago

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CEvans and Snacks

A/N: Let’s be clear Evans IS a snack, but that is not what this fic is about 😂 This is my 2nd fic for today’s Food and Drink theme day for all the HBCs - this one is for the fantastic @the-ce-horniest-book-club

We’re looking in on this family I started with another fic

Word Count: 509

Hopeless. Desperate. Wretched. These words echoed in your mind as your eyes drifted from the soccer field to your husband. You tried not to laugh, but it was hard as his hands clenched tightly for the hundredth time in the first twenty minutes of your twins’ match. He turned to you with a pout.

“You can stop looking at me like that you know,” he whined. Your smile widened just a bit more as you reached out to run your fingers through his fluffy hair.

“I know, but you’re so cute when you refrain from being that dad.” To make your point, a dad from across the field bolted out of his chair and screamed at the ref who was blowing her whistle.

“My kid just got kicked in the shins! Come on ref! Yellow card! Fuckin’ bitch!” The ref’s back was to you but you could imagine her face as she firmly gestured, pointing away from the field. The opposing coach made no move to interfere as the man grabbed his chair and made his last parting shot. “Stupid woman can’t ref soccer!” The slight buzz of conversation died instantly as the ref called a timeout. She didn’t yell, instead muttered low to the guy whose frown seemed permanently etched on his face as he skulked away. The ref blew her whistle and the game resumed.

“I would have behaved better than that guy!” Chris jokingly fumed. You sweetly kissed his cheek.

“I know, dear,” you teased back.

Twenty minutes later, the two teams finished their game tied at zero. Chris caught your daughter, Abigail, who barrelled into his legs while your son, Aaron, fell to the ground at his feet. “Daddy, do we hafta play the whole game again next week?” he whined. Chris sat back in his seat, pulling Abigail into his lap.

“You don’t have to, but then you don’t get cool snacks like your mom makes.” You pulled out the trays from the cooler sitting behind you. The rest of the kids ran over, squealing at the rows of fruit kabobs.

You held a hand out to try and calm the kids. “Easy there gang! You have to be careful with these, no poking.” You pointed a finger at your daughter’s friend Emily and giggled. “That means all of you.” A chorus of “thank you’s” sounded as each kid took a kabob before running back to their parents. You heard a few “ows” from some of the other parents and bit your lower lip to keep froom laughing again. You grabbed two and handed one to each of your kids. Abigail pulled the apple from the top and nibbled while Aaron tried to wrap his mouth around the middle of the skewer. “Aaron, can we eat like a dinosaur at home please?”

“Okay mommy,” he sighed and bit into the large grape at the bottom. “But dinosaurs eat meat. Can we have meat later?” Bested by your son you finally let out the laugh you had been holding back all day.

“Sure, buddy, sure!”

#hbc food and drinks #chris evans rpf #the ce hbc #chris evans x reader #rpf #chris evans fluff #fluff #marvel rpf #marvel rpf fluff #chris evans

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 4 years ago

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Tension

Pairing: Danny Rand x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: What happens when Iron Fist takes an interest in an undercover agent? (I’m so bad at summaries and Titles please forgive me)

A/N: This has been sitting incompleted in my drafts for like months and I finally got the energy and ideas to finish it. I feel accomplished.

It made sense that you and Danny never crossed paths. You were just a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and he was part of the superhero program. Even though you were similar in age, you didn’t attend the same school and you had no skills in common so you never saw each other during training.

You were born into being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, growing up on the Helicarrier and training your entire life to be an undercover agent. You spent your days with different names and different personas, gathering intel and you were more skilled using weapons and gadgets than actual hand-to-hand combat, while he was parading around the city in a spandex suit.

You, of course, had heard of him but only by the name Iron Fist, and you had never seen him in person.

And it would have remained that way if you hadn’t gotten shot on your last mission. Even though it missed anything vital and the surgery had been a success, you were still told not to do anything that might agitate it for the next 3 months.

So, that was how you got transferred from the undercover agent assignments to team strategist department.

“But I don’t want to be in strategies!” You complained, stubbornly following Fury around the Helicarrier as he desperately tried to get away from you.

“Strategies is for boring people! Like Coulson!” You shouted ignoring Coulson’s offended ‘Hey!’, practically throwing a tantrum in the middle of the training room.

“And more importantly, you gave my assignment to that bitch, Lia?! I’ve been gathering contacts for that mission for around a year and you want me to just hand it over to that lazy piece of shit who would rub it in my face even if she never did anything for the mission?!”

That finally made Fury turn around to face you and you sighed in relief, hoping he would at least listen to you.

“Agent Coulson, make sure that every time (Y/N) swears, 50 bucks is cut down from this month’s pay check.”

You threw him a foul glare.

“You will be transferred to strategies in a week—”

“But I don’t want to—”

“Under the superhero programme—”

“Those pyjama freaks—?!”

“End. Of. Discussion.”

You glared at him so coldly, it could have frozen hell over. Your nails were digging painfully into the palm of your hand but you barely felt it through your anger.

You practically growled, pulling out a 50-dollar bill from your pocket and slamming it onto Coulson’s desk.

“MOTHER F—”

***

The first time you met a member of the team wasn’t one that you had expected. It was a month and a half into your recovery and you had written numerous mission reports on behalf of them and reset the programming of their training bots after each practice session but you still hadn’t met any of them.

The time you were taking to recover was driving you crazy. It made you feel weak. 2 months ago, you were in Barcelona, undercover as an underaged bartender for a mafia gang and now you were going to physiotherapy every week.

Since you were young and Fury didn’t want to take the change of you permanently injuring yourself, he was being very strict about what you could do, he basically confined you to a desk job for the next 2 months.

It was driving you mad.

So, one day when everyone was asleep, you snuck into the training area to practice shooting which you were sure had gone a little rusty since the accident. Nothing a little practice couldn’t help.

You picked up your favourite gun, smiling at the familiarity in your hand, loading it and clicking the safety off before pointing at the target and shooting.

The next thing you felt was excruciating pain. So painful that you were on the floor, pressing your forehead against the cold metal, wondering why this was happening to you.

The rebound of the gun had been too powerful for your arm to take. You felt your injury pull suddenly and you couldn’t think of anything other than the blinding pain as you cried on the floor. Feeling utterly helpless.

“Hello?”

You started, teary eyes getting wide at the sight of a blonde by the door. You had to wipe your eyes for your vision to focus, grunting in pain as you raised your arms again.

You recognized Iron Fist. You had been seeing footage of him and his team members for the last few weeks and writing mission reports about him but seeing him in person was a different feeling.

You hid your face, pulling your knees to your chest, hoping he would leave.

“I heard a gunshot.”

“Yeah,” Your voice cracked embarrassingly, “That was me.”

“Everything alright?” He came closer to you, standing a foot away from you and you shook your head no.

In all honesty, you wanted to get off the floor and go back to bed, but your arm burned so painfully you were scared to move it again.

“Here, let me help.”

You froze, but still let him raise his hand towards you. You saw his palm light up before he pressed it to your shoulder and you whimpered, shuffling away from him but he continued to apply a gentle pressure.

Soon you felt the pain get better, it slowly reduced to a dull buzz.

“H-How did you do that?” You asked, turning to him with wide eyes and he chuckled, seeing the childish wonderment. You clearly had never seen him in person before even if he had seen you.

Danny noticed you the day he had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. You were returning from yet another mission and the soft blue dress you were wearing among armoured soldiers was hard to miss when he passed the debriefing room. Immediately, he stopped to peer inside.

The contrast between the soft summer dress and your cold, professional expressions sent a shiver down his spine. You looked so untouchable. However, he noticed the blush on your face when the agents complimented you and felt his heart flutter.

He had seen your road to recovery, he noticed you falling asleep at your desk every day, constantly doing work because you had nothing else to do and he wondered if it would be weird if he asked you to lunch sometime. For your sake, of course.

Looking at you curled up on the ground, he had wished he had done it sooner.

“You shouldn’t strain yourself before you’re ready.” He muttered, feeling tongue tied next to the girl he had been infatuated with from a distance.

You could only nod. This whole-time people had been telling you the same thing and you always retorted with confidence, saying that you were as good as ready to get back on the field. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought they were right.

“I’m Iron Fist.”

“(Y/N).”

“I know.” His answer came a little too fast and had you raising a brow. Danny wished he adorned a mask to cover the whole of his face like Spiderman when he felt his cheeks becoming warm, “You write our mission reports. I’m not creepy, I swear.”

You chuckled airily, turning back to the gun that was left on the ground and you pulled it back into your hand before clicking the safety back on before chucking it across the room.

“Thanks for helping me.”

“I’m glad I was there to help.”

***

After your first meeting, you found him approaching you more often after training. At first it was just ‘hello’s and ‘goodbyes. Then he began asking about your day and you gave him mundane responses before you were forced to ask him how his day was.

Then he started coming early before his training with a cup of tea for you, though it was sometimes juice, sometimes hot cocoa.

Then he started staying late after training and you would give him a bottle of water and complain about him being sweaty.

It was an unlikely friendship but nonetheless, you got closer as the days passed by and once you did, it didn’t take long for you to meet the rest of the team. They kept you company and you grew fond of the rest of them; however, it wasn’t the same way that you felt with Iron Fist.

Your crush on Iron Fist snuck up on you when you were least expecting it but once you realized it you couldn’t stop yourself from falling hard and deep. Still, you continued to hang out with him, pushing down the butterflies whenever he smiled and stopping yourself from grinning too wide whenever you were around him.

You tried to keep your relationship platonic, not wanting to get caught up in it because it was unprofessional. You didn’t even know his identity and you didn’t want to find out. You were afraid that once he revealed that part of his life to you there was no going back on your love for him.

So, you stayed friends, good friends.

***

“So, it all blew up in her face? Huh, I should say I’m surprised but I’m really not.” You said, sighing when Fury handed you the mission file that you had been working on for a year before handing it off to another agent.

“You get to relieve her of her duties and start working again. Effective as of next week.”

You were grinning now. The doctor had given you the all clear a month ago and you had been waiting for a mission to be handed off to you but it had been a quiet month, with no need for undercover or even recon missions.

To get back the mission that you lost when you got shot seemed like the best one to start off again, and you thought your day couldn’t get any better but it seemed like you were having an incredibly good day.

As soon as you exited the room, there stood Iron Fist in all his glory and your excitement got better of you. You bolted right into his arms, catching him off guard with a hug.

“Woah, did something happen?” He asked curiously but still wrapped his arms around you to return the hug. You pulled away, flashing him the mission file in your hand and grinned brightly.

“I finally got cleared for a mission!”

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you! I’m so excited! I have to go and prepare right away!”

“Wha—Right now?” He asked and you nodded frantically, “I’m off in about a week, lots to prepare before that.”

“Well, how long is it going to take?”

“Not sure, oooh, maybe I’ll get relocated someplace cool like Dubai or India or something.”

He didn’t seem to share your enthusiasm but just chuckled in a dejected sort of manner before nodding his head, “Maybe.”

***

“Partner? Fury, I don’t do partners. I am a single lady and would like to stay that way.”

He just sighed, used to your temper tantrums. Though he was honestly wishing he had a mute button on you. You were like the daughter he never wanted. Usually, he maintained a professional relationship with all the other agents but you were like the gem of the department.

Being one of the youngest and most capable of the agents was a reason for many of the older ones to fawn over you. I mean let’s be honest, a baby who can kick ass was adorable!

That always made you more outrageous than the other agents, letting yourself have the temper tantrums and choosing not to be a stiff, boring agent. You knew just how to push Fury to get what you wanted.

“The mission is to go to a socialite party and while you have the skills, you don’t have the contact.”

“That hasn’t stopped me before—”

“We need someone that has the last name to get you in. Besides, after last time, another agent looking after you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

Your face fell and Fury knew he made a mistake in choosing his words. Your lip quivered slightly and he heard an agent tut disapprovingly at him and mentally sighed.

“That wasn’t my fault...” You said softly, your voice seemed thick and he knew one wrong move could possibly break the floodgate. He sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “I know that. But we just want you to be safe. Just in case something goes wrong again, so this time somebody can have your back.”

You nodded sadly, lips in a small pout and eyebrows furrowed. Somewhere in the background he heard another agent whispering to another that Fury was trying to make you cry and felt his eye twitch.

“No one blames you for what happened.”

You nodded wordlessly again, still frowning.

“Tell you what, because it’s your first mission back, you get a higher budget for it.” That was it. Your face brightened like the sun and you giggled childishly, sending him a mischievous smirk as you thanked him.

You disappeared before he could even scold you and Fury then heard the rest of the agents burst into laughter about how you managed to play him.

Again.

***

“Daniel Rand.” You mumbled, looking over the case file. Apparently, he would be your partner for today but it was odd that you never heard of him before. It took you a very short time going through the S.H.I.E.L.D. database to find his name.

‘Daniel Rand, a.k.a. Iron Fist.’

‘WHAT?!’

Daniel Rand? The blond aristocrat that looked like he was picked out of your wildest dreams. With a face that could break hearts and make knees weak, was the confidant and friend that you had been crushing on for weeks now?

Wow, he definitely had a face to match.

Without realizing, you had been staring at his picture for about 5 minutes, fawning over his sharp jaw and deep green eyes with a ridiculous love-sick smile on your face, with your heart fluttering in your chest.

‘God, please, like me.’ You said in your head. So far you had sort of a flirtationship going on with Iron Fist but you wondered if it was the same for Danny. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would intentionally lead you on, but now that you were seeing his face, you realized just how little you knew about him.

He probably had a life of his own and you took up only a sliver of it. Being an agent, you didn’t leave the Helicarrier very often, and you certainly didn’t have too many very friends. You never really realized how much you were missing until you got shot.

Iron Fist, well Daniel, filled the void you felt during your time off but it was also very possible that he didn’t feel the same way, that you were just someone he spent time with to get over his boredom.

Maybe tonight would be the time to change that.

The mission was supposed to take place today, so you woke up bright and early to finish up some things. Go over case files, do a weapon check and pick out your outfit. You were supposed to wear something that would catch people’s attention. And in the back of your head, you also wanted to blow Daniel’s mind right out of his skull.

Red seemed like it would make a statement. So would a bodycon, or maybe a long dress with a high slit. You wanted to go all out for your first mission in months. Maybe even get a few jaw drops.

Finally deciding on an outfit, you quickly texted Daniel.

‘Wear (F/C).’

***

“This guy is coming right?” You asked, bored. You had been ready for about 15 minutes now, looking like you were dripping diamonds and lounging comfortably in Fury’s seat, with your legs thrown over the armrest.

“He’ll be here any minute now.” Said Coulson, checking his phone.

You rolled your eyes, “Why do I feel like this is one of those movie moments where the girl comes down the stairs and the guy is just staring at her with a jaw drop. Or like when the bride walks down the aisle and the groom bursts into tears.”

You sighed, checking your watch again. 20 minutes.

“For someone making me wait this long, he better be so good looking that it makes me cry.”

“Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.”

The new voice certainly turned a few heads and there stood Daniel Rand. The pictures online really did him no justice. Sure, you didn’t cry, but your eyes definitely didn’t feel worthy to be looking something so pretty in the eye.

Before you could help it, a ‘wow’ slipped past your lips and he blushed, having heard you. Wow, he was cute inside and out. Unfortunately, Coulson had to come in where he wasn’t wanted and suggested a quick briefing which you had to agree to.

In the middle of the briefing, Coulson handed you a ring box and you raised a brow, “I’m a little young for you, don’t you think?”

He let out an irritated sigh but you noticed the tips of his ears turn red from embarrassment, “You’re posing as his fiancé. You need an engagement ring to match.”

“Shouldn’t he be getting on his knee then?” You joked, gaping at the size of the diamond for a second before slipping it on, completely missing the way Danny got redder at your teasing, “Wow, it suits me so well one would think I was made to be a socialite’s fiancé.”

Danny didn’t say anything and you brushed it off, putting him off as the shy but cute bookworm who would come through in a difficult situation. As soon as the thought came to mind, you facepalmed. All it took was one good looking guy to mess up your work habits.

“Well, come on honey, we have a party to get to.” You called out teasingly and handed him the keys to the car before strutting to the garages.

Coulson clapped him on the back with a small smirk on his face, “Good luck, honey.”

***

It didn’t take much effort to meet your contact in the party and you quickly left Danny’s side to discreetly to get any information he could pass to you. You quietly chatted with the contact.

Behind you, you vaguely heard a bunch of girls flock around him, giggling shrilly and trying to flirt with him. You resisted rolling your eyes. You had on an engagement ring but Danny’s finger was still bare and even though he might have announced being taken to them, apparently it was necessary for a ring to show his commitment. Something told you that even if he got it tattooed on his forehead, people would still try to flirt with him.

He just had one of those faces. Those faces that made people lose all reason. I mean, you’re slightly annoyed at the girls that have no moral and are shamelessly throwing themselves at him. But really, can you blame them?

Danny was gorgeous. He looked like a Greek Adonis that was sent down from the heavens to grace your eyes. Honestly, you couldn’t take your eyes off him while the two of you were driving down to the party.

Seeing them get handsy was more irritating than It usually would be. As annoying as it was to see these women through all their morals out the window and try and get a taken man to reciprocate their advances, it was more annoying to see them gawk over the guy you were crushing on.

A part of you wanted to just leave him in the car and not have anybody look at him.

But to keep your crush a secret, you maintained your distance from him, talking to the contact in a mixture of different languages so no one would be able to understand. Once you were done, you opted for getting a drink until you saw the pleading look on his face and almost felt bad.

So, you sauntered over to him, cutting right through the throng of girls, disgusted to see that some of them had wedding rings on, right to Danny’s side, snaking an arm around his waist and placing your hand underneath on his chest, giving him a sweet smile.

The shiny engagement ring on your finger caught their attention and they frowned, reminded that they were allowed to look, but not to touch.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much.” You said, syrupy sweet and loud enough for the girls to hear before turning to them with a charming smile, “I hope my fiancé wasn’t too short with you girls today, he’s very stressed lately, with the wedding planning and all.”

Their faces fell further when you leaned into him and they could all recognize the possessive glint in your eyes. A look that said, I saw you trying to get your hands on something that was mine, you vultures.

The left you two quickly after that, resorting to go gossip in some corner. You wondered if they were snivelling about you but then realized that you shouldn’t be too cocky.

Instead, you turned your unamused gaze to your ‘fiancé’, pulling away from him with a frown.

“I’m assuming that you haven’t come here to flirt with someone else’s wife.”

“I wasn’t flirting though...” He replied innocently and you pursed your lips, resisting the urge to scowl at him. Instead, you just sighed and turned away from him, keeping an eye on the rest of the guests.

If what you were told is true, then someone is going to attempt an assassination on your contact and it was your job to protect him. However, you were distracted once more when he placed a hand on your waist.

You meant to turn around and ask him what he was doing but his grip was strong and he then pressed his lips to your ear. You froze, neck getting uncomfortably hot.

“At the entrance to the foyer.” He mumbled, looking into the mirror that was facing the entrance. Sure, enough you saw it too, the glint that came from the shadows. Someone was there.

The two of you still managed to stay inconspicuous, pretending like you were a couple in love. You turned to him with a smirk, hand going to your thigh where a gun was holstered.

“What do you say about getting out of here?”

With a hand around your waist, he led you to the other end of the room. Just as you expected, a waiter came up to you, trying to guide you elsewhere and you realized that both exits were covered. Grinning up at him, you asked him where the restroom was, giggling in a way that suggested something and he showed you up to the staircase to a hallway.

Some of the older couples gave you knowing smiles while some of them passed disgusted glances as you made your way to the bathroom that for some reason had a couch in it. Damn, rich people.

You pulled up a schematic of the house, along with security cameras and looked figured out that each one of the exits were covered. Quickly making a plan with Danny, the two of you were about to exit again when you stopped him

You reached up and raked your fingers through his hair, dishevelling it a little before messing up his collar and slightly untucking his shirt. Taking a step back to admire your handiwork, you stopped for a second.

Something was missing.

It quickly occurred to you and you used your thumb to ruin your lipstick a little before smearing it at the base of his neck, “That should be convincing enough. Don’t you think?”

You didn’t give him a moment to answer, not that he even could, with you so close that he could smell your perfume and the scent made him feel dizzy. You pulled away to mess up your own hair and dress.

“How do I look?”

“Dishevelled.”

“Excellent.”

***

“Mission successful, assassination attempt was unsuccessful, contact is safe and being placed into witness protection, assassinators are in custody for questioning. Report 291220. Agent 290803. Phase Beta successful.” You reported into the com set.

Danny was quiet beside you, choosing to pay attention to the road while you deactivated your gadgets for the night. A quick glance from the corner of your eyes made your heart speed up just a little. He was doing that thing where he drove with just one arm.

“You know...” You started, clicking the safety on your gun, avoiding his eyes, “We don’t have to go back to HQ right now? We can get some dinner or something? In the mood for a veggie burger?”

“Is this meant to be platonic?”

“It’s meant to be a date.” You commented. His jaw tightened slightly and you raised a brow at him, did you really make him so uncomfortable?

“I thought you were in a relationship.”

“What?”

“Iron Fist. You like him, don’t you?”

An amused chuckle left you. Of course. He didn’t know you were aware of his secret. Resisting the urge to laugh at him, you shot him a smirk, leaning against your arm.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Danny’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. He didn’t look at you, instead staring at the road with a steely gaze and for a second you wondered if you shouldn’t have pushed him.

“It’s a little hypocritical of you to nag me for not being loyal in a fake engagement and then going behind Iron Fist’s back, don’t you think?”

His voice was tight and he was gritting his teeth as he talked to you. You sighed, not wanting to upset him, “Not when you’re the same person.”

He jerked.

“Woah! Drive straight dude!”

“You knew?”

You snorted, “Pretty much, yeah. And since when are we in a relationship? I don’t remember you ever asking me out?”

His cheeks coloured, embarrassed and he looked away from your gaze, “I was planning to.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You continued in a comfortable silence while he drove. You weren’t really paying attention to where he was driving, choosing to look at him with a small smile. He really was beautiful. Judging by his red ears, he was well aware of your staring.

Eventually, he pulled into a parking space and you were mildly surprised to see he had driven you to a McDonalds. You grinned at him and he returned the smile, getting out of the car to open your door before taking your hand.

“You owe me a date.”

You sent him a soft smile, curling your finger underneath his chin before pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He returned it immediately, slightly pushing you onto the car door and gripping your hips. You pulled away, giggling when you realized some of your lipstick was now staining his.

Chuckling, you leaned up until your lips were brushing against his ear, “Hey genius, you still haven’t asked me out yet.”

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urmomsmainbitch · 3 years ago

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american idiot - chapter one

link to wattpad story // link to series masterlist // link to writing

word count: 2.7k

warnings: the bowers gang, weapons, violence, basically the whole thing (if you're not comfortable with violence or abuse -- which henry faces during the movies and during the book -- then i recommend you don't read, but i'll try to tag appropriately!)

a/n: i hope you don't think it's ass but this is probably going to come out every other friday or so but this is more of a trailer than the start of the actual series

HENRY DIDN'T REMEMBER a better time in his life than when he heard the news that Tommy 'Gun' Lee was coming back to Derry for the summer. To him, nothing topped the moment where is dad was slurring over his dinner (leftover hot dogs -- again), and let it slip that the "ungrateful little bitch" was coming back for a few months over the summer, and that "your whore of a mother" didn't mention if she was staying for the year or not.

He remembered huffing and puffing, grumbling something under his breath before excusing himself, and running to call Patrick like it was fucking Christmas morning.

Something about his darling little sister coming back made his heart race and a smile light up his face, and it was evident from the way he stepped into Derry Middle on the last day of school.

Oh, this summer would be perfect! His deal with Denbrough was over, the gang was all together, and his perfect sister was coming back from San Diego for the summer. Tommy Lee Bowers, he knew, would make this the best summer he;d ever had -- and by fucking God, he wasn't going to let anything stand in his way. Not that stuttering freak or the stupid Tozier kid who's mouth ran a mile a minute or his father's thriving alcohol addiction -- absolutely nothing.

His Tommy Gun would rule that fucking school the second she stepped in to pick him up, and every one knew it.

Word travels fast at Derry Middle, and when it got around that Bowers had a little sister coming, the first thing Bill Denbrough did was panic.

She couldn't be too different, could she?

The same blood ran through their veins, the same color skin on their bones, and most likely, the permanently upturned smirk tattooed to their lips. His hopes didn't improve when he saw the girl himself, waiting outside on the hood of Butch's car, throwing rocks at little kids passing by as she sat patiently for Henry to come outside.

He'd promised her a tour of the school -- it's only fair, he put it, that a queen knows her kingdom before taking it over. Henry had no doubt that Tommy would run the school when it was her time in September. A grade below Tits and the rest of his ugly friends, it would be more embarrassing than anything else to watch them suffer socially at the hands of a twelve year old girl.

(Henry very much looked forward to that moment. So much so, in fact, that he near goddamn skipped his way to the front of the school to open the door so they could start the tour. It helped that he was getting out of math class.)

It was only in the few moments before she walked in the door (immediately claiming the whole goddamn building with a footstep) that Bowers caught him by the bag and dragged him into the bathroom, away from the rest of the kids, and most likely, where he'd lay dying for the rest of the school day and foreseeable future (Stanley refused to shit in the school bathrooms, and seeing as he was the only one on this side of the building, he was screwed.).

Bill had never liked being alone with Henry Bowers. Nothing good ever came out of it, and he didn't want to stick around this time to find out why he'd been pulled into a bathroom and away from the rest of the student population. Henry let go of Bill's bag, letting him stumble around for a second or two before straightening up and backing him up against the wall.

"W-what d-d-do you w-want, B-Bowers?" Bill nearly spat, looking the older boy in the eyes. Henry's permanent smirk seemed to grow a few inches on either side, because he just chuckled softly -- albeit cruelly -- and looked down at the Denbrough boy. Bill could smell his breath, even though the two weren't standing particularly close to one another.

"Well, B-b-billy," he mocked, nearly laughing as he relaxed his posture a little bit and backed away from him. (Any one is passing who didn't know them might have said, "Hey, I bet those two boys are damn good friends.") "I have some news for you and your group of stupid fucking friends, and let me tell you" -- Henry stopped to laugh for a second, like he was cracking himself up -- "it's going to make your life a living hell."

Bill gulped. He didn't think, realistically, it could get much worse.

"You got a free ride this year because of your little brother," Henry reminded, smiling a little bit, seeming genuine. "But the ride's over Denbrough. This summer is going to be the worst summer of your entire life."

(Bill didn't expect him to say anything else -- but honestly, every summer was the worst summer of his entire life. He didn't catch a break from the older boy and his group of goons, but there was a feeling down in the pits of his stomach that told him that this time, this time, for real, was going to be the worst summer vacation he's ever going to have as long as he lives.)

"But I do have a little piece of extra advice I'm gonna give you."

Bill huffed. "You're so generous," he started, rolling his eyes, as he tried to walk out of the bathroom. Henry grabbed onto his backpack, "but I think I'll have to pass with this one."

He was cut off as Bowers kicked him on shin and onto the cold bathroom tiles. So much for being brave.

"I think you might want to hear this." Henry squatted down to look Bill in the eyes. There was still a hint of a smile on his face. Boy, this is gonna be good. "If you think I'm a pain in your ass--"

"I d-do think you're a p-pain in m-my a-ass."

Henry paused for a second, sending a menacing smile, and pushed him back on the ground as he got up and stepped over the boy on the floor, before beginning to make his way out of the bathroom before looking back, before lending Bill a hand to get up. He hesitantly took it and brushed off his pants, lips pressed tightly together as he looked at Henry. "Then you're gonna hate the girl sitting on Belch's car."

"Why's that?" Bill asked, feigning confidence, already knowing the answer. Henry could tell, just exhaling and giving him a big mischievous smile, hands behind his back.

"Not important, but she's not gonna be as nice as I am," he said with a grin, "but I'm just looking out for you, Billy Boy. Wouldn't want Tommy Gun to whip your ass without some working, right?"

With that, Henry left the bathroom, a smile plastered on his face as he went to greet his sister, and Bill raced out of there like his ass was on fire -- warning Richie not to talk to or about the pretty girl sitting on Belch's car.

-- -- --

"Best feeling ever!" Stan groaned, grinning ear to ear as he dumped out everything from his backpack. School had finally let out for the summer — no more stupid math classes or dumb reading assignments and annoying history tests, just Stanley and his bird book for three whole months.

A piece of his own personal heaven. Points if the pretty girl on Belch's hood was with him but hey, he wasn't picky.

"Really?" Richie asked with a grin on his face, "Try tickling your pickle for the first time." Eddie rolled his eyes, but Bill smiled. Stan let out another groan -- not a good one, this time -- even though, if he had to be honest, this seemed like it would be the best summer of his whole entire life.

Richie felt it too, if he were going to tell the truth (as he so rarely did -- or at times, so bluntly did), that this felt like it was going to the be the absolutely best summer he would have for the rest of his life. He had a whole checklist and everything for things he wanted to do (kiss some girls), things he wanted to see (some girls' boobs), and things he wanted to experience (there were a number of interesting things on this list).

And quite frankly, he felt as though every single thing on every one of his lists could be accomplished with the girl sitting on Belch Huggins' car hood, smiling mischievously as she watched the kids coming out of school.

God, did she really and truly look like an angel. Deep brown hair, straight in some parts and wavy in others, came down a little bit past her collarbone (not super cared for, but neither was his), cherry red lips, and a cute line of freckles going across the bridge of her nose. She was the most impressive tan he'd ever seen in his whole life, a very deep beige from the summer sun — even though it was only June.

The top part was being held up by some clip, and Richie could see his own Hawaiian shirt going over her tank top instead of the open button down she was wearing on top. It was lazy looking and careless and little bit disheveled, but that day, Richard Wentworth Tozier II was convinced he saw the hottest girl to ever be created.

Eddie interrupted his dream, snapping him back for only a second. "So what do you guys want to do tomorrow?"

"I start my training," Richie responded immediately.

"Training for what?"

"Street Fighter."

"You're going to spend your whole summer inside of an arcade?" Eddie couldn't imagine that prospect, but with Richie, anything was possibly -- no matter how disgusting it might seem.

"Beats spending it inside of your mother, oh!" Richie's goofy grin came back in an instant and leaned over for a high five from Bill when his hand was brought down by Stan. "And, 'course, my summer bucket list."

Eddie sent him a pity glance, "No girl's gonna let you fuck her this summer, Richie. If they have any brains at all, no girl is going to let you go within a ten foot radius of her without realizing what she's doing." Richie pressed his lips together. Of course Eddie would be cynical, it's just because — "and don't tell me that I think it because I just haven't hit puberty yet!"

Richie gave him a toothy grin, "Aw, shucks, Eddie Spaghetti, you know me so well. When you see a pretty girl, like say, that one over there—" he pointed discreetly towards the girl on the hood —"you'll get that feeling of butterflies in your stomach and just think, 'Wow, I've just seen an angel.' I don't mean Bowers, I just-"

"Yeah, you mean his little sister." Eddie looked up to Richie for a response, only to see him at a loss for words, jaw dropping and face paling.

For once, Richie Tozier was speechless as Eddie laughed and slapped his back as Bill mentioned something about the Barrens and Georgie and finding him — even though everybody had long accepted the fact that Georgie wasn't just missing.

It was like a switch. Everything changed in that instant. It was like she grew fangs and claws, and he watched Patrick look at her like she hung the fucking moon. It was incredibly painful, but he assumed, in a sense, they deserved each other. It took a second before he realized what this would actually mean for him: having to worry about a double in the hallways — a hot double that could potentially fool him into forgetting her Bowers-ness — and someone else to make fun of him in ways that he'd never tjough imaginable.

Sure, Bowers wasn't awfully bright, but he sure as hell was creative when it came down to it.

"Gunner!" Richie heard Bowers (the boy one) laugh as she shoved him in the side, cackling along herself, cigarette never leaving her mouth — opting just to talk out of the side of it.

Oh, so her name must have been Gunner. That's unfortunate, he thought to himself. But then again, she seems awful, so maybe she just deserves it. He smiled to himself. "Tommy Lee, we've gotta start heading out soon."

Wait, so was it Tommy Lee? Or was it Gunner? Was that just the gang's nickname for her? More importantly, if it was, why the fuck would they choose a name like Gunner for her? Nothing was settling about that fact, and although Richie wasn't typically one to spiral, it was hard to control himself.

"You didn't tell me you had friends, Henny!" Tommy exclaimed girlishly, making Patrick spit out his sofa and slam his hand on the car hood, flicking out her cigarette and letting Patrick snuff it out. She put a hand on her heart. "Oh, you've grown up so fast! I remember it was just yesterday you took a massive shit in that kids backpack and had to do forty hours of community service!"

Richie could tolerate a lot of things. One thing he couldn't tolerate though, was not being able to chime in when his story was being used and told all wrong — or mentioned without his name. Luckily, he was spared his intervention by a howling Belch Huggins.

"It was four eyes!" Huggins nearly screamed, warning a howling laugh from Tommy and shove from Victor, followed by a point led by Patrick. "Yeah, him!"

Richie could feel his face heating up, but before he could say anything, the bright blue TransAM was firing up the engine, and was getting ready to peel out of the school parking lot like a man man was driving.

Bill was the first to say anything. "Sorry about that, Rich. Bowers is a real asshole."

"So is his sister," he made out through his teeth.

Richie saw himself as a 'go with the flow' kind of guy, but goddamn it, he wasn't going to let Tommy Lee shit all over him and get away with it.

He was too stubborn, too arrogant, and too proud to let that happen, but with only a second or two of knowing she existed, he knew she was the exact same way. He could get tell it with the way she walked and talker and immediately took control of some of the scariest kids in Derry Middle.

But she wouldn't come out on top of this one.

There's no way. He refused to let it happen. Letting her win would show everyone else that he was just a loser who couldn't stand up to a girl who's was going to beat the living daylights out of him if he looked at her the wrong way.

She already had Henry and Patrick and Belch on her side — an even, if not better, match to four decently sized seventh graders. There was no excuse for them to get beat.

Grinding his teeth and tearing his eyes away from her, laughing mischievous and almost secretly as she put her cigarette out on Belch's hood as not to be noticed by he coo around the corner (Rich didn't know that the cop around the corner was her father who would beat her till she couldn't stand if he caught her smoking) he said, "So, Barrens tomorrow, right Bill?"

And right as Tommy Lee Bowers and her newfound gang pulled out of the parking lot, she and Richie Tozier locked eyes and made a silent pact — an agreement — something they both agreed on — something he'd be thinking about all night and the whole next morning:

Derry is two small for the two of us.

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chimchimsauce · 4 years ago

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XS (VI - Lamb)

“Give me just a little bit MORE”

Being the son of the largest gang in the country, Kim Taehyung might as well be a prince. He is more powerful than any one man should be and is not afraid to get rid of anything - or anyone that gets in his way.

So when a man is unable to pay back the gigantic loan he owes Taehyung, the heir is all too happy to take his life. Moments away from pulling the trigger, a girl more beautiful than he’s ever seen bursts in and offers her life for her father’s. Taehyung knows right away that he wants her.

And Taehyung gets everything he wants.

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

YN tries to stop herself from shaking as she walks herself down the aisle, gripping her bouquet so tightly that the rose's thorns cut into her palm. She doesn't notice any of the no doubtedly opulent decorations, her eyes zeroed in on Taehyung. She hears that this happens to brides quite often, but she imagines that their focus is caused by love and excitement. YN is laser-focused on her to-be husband, absolutely terrified.

The finality of this has her weak in her knees. Marriage is something that seems so final. Something that will permanently tie her to this monster. YN wishes that a hole would open up and swallow her, or that someone would throw a bomb in here that would allow her to escape. Marrying Taehyung is the worst thing that could ever happen to her.

While YN is having an internal meltdown, Taehyung looks as relaxed as ever, his hands buried deep in his slacks and a stupid smile decorating his features. He looks like a wolf watching a lamb walk itself right into his grasp, waltzing into his open jaws none the wiser. Taehyung feels very proud of himself at the moment, All of his eggs are aligned perfectly in a steel basket, unable to be broken or stolen away. The Church doors are wide open but YN doesn't even look back at them, doesn't even try and escape, no doubt thinking about her parents. Honestly, the mobster had been hoping that YN would bolt if for no other reason than the joy of chasing her down. He imagined the terrified look on her face as he'd catch her, tackling her to the hard ground and pinning her under his body, his nails digging into her skin as she pleads for him to let her go, begging him, promising to do anything he asked of her . . .

He's getting hard just thinking about it.

Taehyung supposes that he can live his fantasy out well enough in the bedroom when they get back to the mansion. He already knows what she's wearing under than half a million dollar wedding dress. He's picked it out himself - white lace, sweet, cute, and soft. So very easy to rip to shreds.

Taehyung's grin only grows wider when YN finally joins him at the alter, trying her very hardest to look unafraid. She isn't fooling anyone. He sees the way the flowers in her bouquet shake.

"You look ravishing, darling," Taehyung says, watching her startle.

"Thank you," she says quietly lifting her gaze ever so slightly to satisfy his desire for eye contact and trying her best not to piss him off.

"I bet you'll look even better when you don't have so much fabric to hide under," Taehyung says.

YN pales. In all her terror, she hadn't really stopped to think about what would come after the wedding.

Taehyung lifts the sheer veil that hides her face.

"That's better," he says, smiling when he sees the look on her face, "What are you thinking about, spitfire? Was there something naughty going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

YN has never hated Taehyung more. He's a cocky son of a bitch and YN wishes she could snap back at him without putting her parents in danger.

"There will be plenty of time for that later," he says, giving his full attention to the stoic priest that stands just a few feet away from them.

YN spends the entirety of the service zoning out and praying for a miracle. Surely Taehyung and his family have enemies. Wouldn't a wedding be the perfect even to ruin?

But no one barges inside of the church, guns blazing and fury in their eyes.

"Do you, Taehyung, take YN to be your lawfully wedded life, for better or for worse, through sickness and health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Taehyung says, not missing a single beat.

"And do you, YN, take Taehyung to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, through sickness and health, as long as you both shall live?"

Taehyung squeezes YN's hands tightly when she doesn't answer right away, causing her to wince. The pain is worse than usual due to the small cuts littering her palms.

"I do," she says, refusing to look away from Taehyung.

She wants to remember this moment for the rest of her life. She wants to remember the pain, the fear, the repulsion she feels right now. Taehyung doesn't seem to mind, slipping a ring with a diamond so heavy she can feel the change in weight onto her finger.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest says.

Taehyung pulls her to him immediately, squeezing her face so tightly that she has no chance but to pucker her lips, pulling her body flush to his. The shock of it all causes YN to drop her bouquet and push at Taehyung, moving to rip him away from her. All she ends up doing is grasping his shoulder, fingers wrinkling his expensive suit beyond repair.

She can't breathe. Taehyung kisses her like he's starving, all lips and teeth and pain. He clamps down on her bottom lip, drawing blood, and YN cries out in pain. It's only then that he releases her, applause ringing through the small church.

YN's eyes swim with tears but Taehyung looks completely blissed out, his eyes hazy. He isn't all the way there with her. YN wants so desperately to cry, but Taehyung has a grasp on her hand that reminds her of where she is. She takes a deep breath and pulls on her best smile as Taehyung guides her back down the aisle, his arm around her waist. She'd been so focused on Taehyung that she completely failed to see all of the people who filled the pews.

They are all dressed to the nines, wearing expensive suits and dresses. Upon closer look, YN notices that many of them are littered with scars and covered in gang affiliated tattoos. She doesn't see any weapons but it would be all too easy to hide them in designer coats and handbags. YN swallows thickly, wondering who these people are and why they were invited. As they near the end of the aisle, YN finally sees faces she recognizes.

Her blood runs cold when she sees her parents dressed in their best clothes, their eyes wide with tears. YN's mother is openly sobbing but her father looks at YN as if she's a dead woman walking, guilt and fear swirling around his eyes.

It hasn't even been two days since YN say them last - since she barged into the kitchen and saw them bound and gagged and traded her life for theirs. She's incredibly relieved to see them, but she also wishes she never had, not at a place like this. Taehyung, however, is incredibly thrilled, winking at her parents and having the balls to stop and speak to them.

"Mother, Father, I'm so glad you could make it," Taehyung addresses her parents, his words dripping saccharine.

YN's father levels Taehyung with a glare that tells him exactly what he thinks of him.

YN doesn't react at all, silently praying that neither man does something to start a fight.

"Make sure you stick around for the reception," Taehyung says simply, taking YN and pulling her along.

YN peeks over her shoulder, mouthing three words to them before the church doors slam shut behind them.

YN is alone with Taehyung. She pretends that the walls of the church are incredibly interesting, pretending to not feel Tae's eyes on her figure.

"YN," he says, demanding her attention.

She nervously looks at him.

"Yes, Taehyung?"

Her husband moves to grasp her hand gently, not causing her pain for once. He turns her hand over, inspecting her small cuts.

"I should have gotten roses without thorns," he says, looking up at her suddenly.

YN holds her breath, trapped in his wild gaze.

"The only thing that deserves to hurt you is me."

Chapter Seven

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qiqi-media · 3 years ago

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A scene between Hara and Hadie and Hades

Hara is one of my OCs in the stories I’ll never write. I’ll do a full profile on her later but basically this is a small scene from her involvement in D3. She’s the biological daughter of Hercules and Megara but was adopted by Hades after they abandoned her and he owed Megara a favor. Hade’s often left her with Maleficent and Mal to be raised by ‘girls’. She often held back her true potential because of how she was treated by the mother and daughter. If Maleficent wasn’t that great to her own daughter imagine how she treated the adopted daughter of her ex husband. She and Mal are sisters but have serious beef. There a additional story after D1-D3 where the two have to go on an adventure together and attempt to patch up their relationship but right now Hara HATES her.

Hades was leaning back in his armchair, cigarette in hand casually listening to his son mumble on about how Mal was freaking out without her magic. Hades, seemingly only have listening gave a chuckle every few sentences but his ears were truly on the boots clinking their way towards his back door.

“When was the last time you talked to your sister?” Hades interrupted his son.

“Hara? I talked to her a few weeks ago when she was on a mission to pick up a few lost kids that were sent out for a pick up.” Hadie responded without thought completely missing the clinking of boots moving towards the door.

The back entrance to Hades’s lair swung open and there stood his adopted daughter Hara. Dark brown curls framed her full round face and hung just over her shoulders. A frown was placed upon her face while her hands sat on her hips. “Cute” Hades thought, she was barely over 5 feet tall and had the attitude of a 6′3 foot man.

“Hey Dad, heard you put on a little show today what was all that about?” Hara stepped into the room casually asking her father.

“Don’t you feel weird still calling me Dad even after finding out the big and great Hercules is your real father?” Hades retorted ignoring her initial question.

“That piece of shit is not my father he’s my sperm donor you’re the one who raised me even while I was living with that evil woman and her bitch of a daughter.” Hara almost shuddered at the thought of Maleficent and Mal and the days she had to spend practically being their dog. “Anyways your daughter, who is not queen by the way, just decided to permanently close the barrier because of your bullshit and the scepter and crown being gone. Did you take it?”

To this Hadie chuckled and finally decided to enter the conversation. “Sis, do you really think Dad of all people would take Maleficent’s scepter and the Queen’s crown?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little too coincidental that this all happened around the same time. I don’t care what you do with the crown, or if you destroy all of Auradon for that matter but now I have to deal with that bitch and her bullshit all over again.”

Hades sat and watched his kids bicker and grinned once he remembered Hara in the 2 years after leaving Auradon, after the events taking place at Cotillion, had built her own Kingdom and became the respected Queen of the land. She and beasty boy still had a thing for each other and he gave her kingdom the rights to enter the isle whenever she wanted, unknown to Mal.

“Whatever, he didn’t take it. I’ve been watching his lazy ass sit on this chair all day.” Hadie snapped back. ”What were you doing back in Auradon anyway， thought you turned your back on them after you felt betrayed by your gang?” Hadie asked digging in his pockets for his pack of Newport's.

“Ben called me back for a meeting because it had to do with Isle and he knows I want the kids off the isle.” If Hara was being completely honest, she didn’t care about the kids on the isle, she held no attachment towards them. Even when she lived here she was helping terrorize them with Mal. She felt sympathy that while her and the rest of Mal’s gang got to come out when they’ve done some of the worst shit. She thought it was unfair and because this was Uma’s ultimate wish she had to fulfill it.

Uma was one of her best friends and she hadn’t heard from her since Cotillion when she went into hiding in the sea. She knew Mal was trying to track her down as well. If she could legally get everyone off, the kids could choose the type of life they wanted and Uma wouldn’t have to hide anymore everybody wins, right?

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sneezy-cheeseloaf · 3 years ago

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recounting the entire avengers: endgame movie, which i only saw once when it came out, from memory

because i just took the SAT and i want to do anything except think about that so get ready for a fun ride full of holes and my reenactments of scenes and quotes that i remember from however many years it’s been now since endgame came out. buckle the fuckle up

movie opens, clint’s whole ass family fucking dies. cue killing spree fueled by grief and anger. HashTag Relatable

tony is floating through space with nebula and teaching her how to play paper football

holy shit is this how tony dies

“pep” ouc h

oh hey he’s home, dope

The Gang (tm) learns where thanos’s farm is somehow i can’t really remember

“perhaps i judged you too harshly”

“???? thor????” “what? i went for the head”

“five” five what?? days?? weeks??? months???? oh boy i can’t wait to find ou- “years later” HUH???????

steve looks the exact same, so i guess he kept up that workout schedule even through the snap. i mean good for him honestly

and is also running a talk therapy group like sam did

a single smidgen of gay representation but it’s a good start ig

i don’t really remember what everyone else was doing, i just know that tony and pep have morgan now but idk if that gets revealed now or later

the only reason we had a movie is because of a rat. everyone say thank you to Rat for releasing scott lang, please. round of applause

scott’s daughter is all grown up and catch me sobbing over the fact that he wasn’t there to see it

somewhere in here nat is crying and eating a sandwich and honestly girl same

“hey!!! it’s me!!!! scott lang!!! ant man???? also what the hell happened???? lemme IN”

cue scott lang having a single brain cell and bringing up time travel. i think it was him that proposed the idea. maybe not. but imma give him credit

oh yeah bruce and hulk are besties now and bruce is just permanently Like That

and cue everyone being shook at the idea of time travel

time to go see Science Man at his house on the lake

“i wish you had come for anything else.” ouch

gang leaves dejectedly

peter. that’s it. and suddenly tony is all hands on deck

cue science mumbo jumbo in the middle of the night while he eats something out of a bag that i can’t remember

“shit!!” “sHiT!!!” “NO”

“i love you 3000″

Science Man reveals that he has, indeed cracked the code to literal time travel

cue nat, the only person with an umbrella, going to find clint who is busy with murder, as he does

“don’t do that. don’t give me home” stfu budapest man and get in the car.

thor has. enlargened. and is now playing fortnight with korg as a means to cope with what happened plus losing loki, as i think we all would

The Gang is back together and working (surprisingly) coordinately and throwing ideas around and it’s actually very cute. and it makes my heart very happy. and i want to cry every time i think about it because we all know what comes next

scott’s taco gets blown away. bruce gives him another. all is well in the world

and in this exhibit we see the only brain cell in the whole group, which is being used by rhodey at all times

“why don’t we just,,,, (choking motion)” “to a BABY???”

during the time tests someone gets reverted to a baby but i don’t remember who and it’s highkey disturbing

“i consider this an absolute win!!”

cue slo mo walk with the cool white time suits that everyone looks so good in

“see you in a minute” that smile. she looks so happy. sobbing

i think it’s in here that all the color go through steve’s eyes, so let’s just take a minute to acknowledge how pretty he is

“just for the record, that suit did nothing for your ass.” “i don’t remember asking you to look”

“that’s america’s ass.” yes it is scott you’re absolutely right

“i cOuLd dO tHiS aLL dAy” “yeah i knoOoOW”

time for tony to give tony a heart attack and then just stare in what i can only assume is amusement. i’m pretty sure that comes after america’s ass but maybe not

somewhere in here steve is just staring at peggy through blinds and it’s sad when you see it but when you think about it afterwards, it’s so funny for no reason

time to get whacked by a very angry hulk who was not allowed to use the elevator

“NO STAIRS”

tony goes flying. so does the tesseract. loki, in handcuffs, is like “oh bet this is mine now” and. Leaves.

i’m pretty sure it’s bruce who goes and gets schooled by The Ancient One on the multiverse, and i say it’s bruce because i think he’s the only one out of The Gang who could ever actually wrap his head around it

i don’t remember exactly how they get the tesseract but they do

thor and rocket are in asgard and thor has a panic attack, as I think we all would if we had to talk to our dead mother and pretend like we don't know what's going to happen

and remember kids, slapping someone is not the way to handle a panic attack. anyways

a mother always knows

"i'm still worthy!!!!" you always were, thor. you never stopped being worthy

and we have our hammer back

cue sobbing on vormir

“clint. it’s ok. it’s ok.” that smile.

nat’s fucking dead and i’m fucking dead inside let’s keep this party goin

other stones are recovered and i don’t really remember how but hey we got all six

“where’s nat?” cue more sobbing from me and from clint as you can see each and every team member’s heart drop to the fucking floor. especially steve

yeah maybe we’re doing this for half the universe and all the people we lost, but mostly for nat now

tony’s makeshift infinity gauntlet has entered the chat

Green Man is the only one who can physically take the power of the stones, so the fate of literally everything they have ever done up to this point is on him

snap rest in peace bruce’s arm

cue every single person in the theater holding their breath

“guys. it worked.”

cue explosion as their facility gets bombed and i am terrified that it has killed the entire gang

but it obviously has not and i am once again a Class A Idiot

i can't remember if it’s steve or tony who wakes up first but one shakes the other awake and is like “get the fuck up bitch idk what just happened but we got a problem”

everyone is mostly fine. but they’re all alive and that’s what matters

and now we have the setting for the entire rest of the movie basically

oh hey thanos. that’s uh. that’s a big army you got there

i don’t really remember everything that happened with The Past thanos, gamora, and nebula but i remember that gamora once again sees what a twat her adoptive father is and is like “oh hell na”

cue the gang fighting for their lives against Past thanos. literally

oh shit thor’s about to be killed????

OH MY GOD HE HAS THE HAMMER

cue the theater screaming as they should

hell yeah. bonk that giant space grape with the god of thunder’s hammer. you go steve. and look like a badass doing it as you should

shit’s still fucked and they eventually get their asses handed to them one by one

somewhere in here the shield breaks just like we saw in age of ultron. and like damn bro i liked that thing

steve stands up by himself because bitch. you cant kill him unless he says so. he dies on his own terms. he didn’t live for over a fucking century to die like this

our mans is standing up against a whole ass army knowing full well that he can’t win but damn if he aint ready to try

“ok listen strange. you have to open the portal to his left. his LEFT. you hear me???”

“steve. STEVE. on your left.”

cue the most goosebump-inducing scene that i have ever seen and probably will ever see. i would do anything to see that scene for the first time again. that feeling was like nothing i’ve ever experienced

the amazing symphonics are NOT helping my already-about-to-explode-from-excitement heart

now the gang’s ALL here. and we all cry because all of our peeps are back from the dead and we all missed them and highkey grieved for them after infinity war

i can’t remember if steve actually sees bucky yet but i think he does and i wanted to cry on the spot because not only did i miss bucky but man did i just want them to see each other again

cue sick pan of the whole ass marvel roster like smash ultimate, including howard duck somewhere in there

PETER OUR BOY SWINGIN ON IN

“AVENGERS. assemble.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

but we all know damn well that not a single person could hear him whisper that shit. like steve bro speak up a little

and the battle for the ages commences

we get to see all our favorite boys are girls fuck shit up and it’s absolutely incredible. wow it really feels like someone’s missing who could that be.

this is now a very elaborate game of keepaway

“catch” “Catch” “CATCH “CATCH”

“hey queens” he remembered. catch me cryin

“hey peter. got somethin for me?” god i love her. flew through a whole ass spaceship. no stoppin her

t'challa remembers clint's name. he did care

oh yeah scott is fucking humongous again, but third time’s the charm ig. maybe he won't pass the fuck out this time

somewhere in here, strange starts holding like. an entire ocean back and i dont really remember where it came from

we get a whole segment of marvel women kicking ass and taking names and i think i just need to take a minute. WE collectively need to take a minute

carol flies straight through a spaceship and everyone is like ???? hello????? where have you been?????????

carol gets literally headbutted by thanos and doesnt move a fucking inch. and that look of murder in her eyes. she could tell me to walk into a pit of lava and i would not question it. the power

“launch the missiles!!!” “but sir, our army-” “DO IT”

damn thanos our expectations for you were low but holy fuck

somewhere in here i think petter quill sees Past gamora and is like gamora???? and she like kicks him in the balls or somethin and is like “this is the ones i picked?????”

the fight continues and honestly a lot of it’s a blur but damn was it not the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.

cue strange knowing exactly how this was gonna go down, and holding up a single finger

i dont think ive ever seen that look on tony's face before

oh shit thanos has the gauntlet and all the stones. fuck.

wait holdup that gauntlet looks a little funky

WAIT HOLDUP

“i am inevitable”

“and i. am iron man.”

the theater, once again holds its breath

all is lowkey calm and everyone is shook

thanos’s entire army slowly fades away. including one of those big worm things that almost eats (i think it was) rocket but like. dusts right as it hits the ground and is a really cool shot

and thanos sits down on a rock. and finally is gone. and it's so cathartic

oh joyous day!! they’ve won!! they’ve done it!!! wait holdup where’s tony. i remember what happened to bruce where the fuck is tony

wait

wait hold on

wait hold on a minute

“we did it. we won, mr stark. we won. please, mr stark”

“pep.”

“it’s ok. you can rest. you can rest.”

i have officially passed away and am a sobbing mess. you can’t do this to me. he’s gonna come back. there’s no way. tony stark doesn’t die. no.

this is a fucking funeral. i am going to combust into tears

“proof that tony stark has a heart”

i just wanted him to be able to see morgan grow up.

but him and nat are eating shawarma together in the sky now.

“i’m recording this in case something goes wrong, which it won’t.”

“i love you 3000.”

oh we’re still rolling. oh we don’t even get a minute to process

steve is leaving??? wait holdup we cant lose both. no

“are you sure about this?” “i have to”

“i’m with you til the end of the line” so that was a fucking lie

but steve deserves to do what makes him happy. so i can’t be too mad. actually, nah i aint even mad i’m just sad

bucky looks so dejected. so sad. someone please give him a hug. he desperately needs it

oh hey steve. but you’re old now. hey then, grandpa. how did you. get there

buck and sam go talk to him as they should

“you wanna talk about her?” “no, i don’t think i will”

“how does it feel?” “like it belongs to someone else”

sam has officially inhered the shield, and by extension, his very own bucky barnes. it’s a packaged deal

clint’s got his family back. and they can finally finish their picnic or whatever they were doing at the beginning of the movies

and steve finally got that dance. finally. and he looks so happy. so content.

and that’s about all i remember

i have not watched endgame since i saw it in theaters when it came out because i absolutely do not have the emotional stability to do it again. but damn the disney plus shows have been bangin

i hope you enjoyed the ride, thank you for joining me in my. whatever the fuck this is

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Could I get a sfw fic for guzma and a trainer that's covered in tattoos and have a generally threatening aura, they try to approach guzma and naturally he thinks they're trying to square up but they are very much nOt, in reality they're kinda shy and just wanted to say they thought he was an amazing trainer or smth similar

Okay but as someone who thrives on trying to look intimidating but has the confidence of a chicken tender, I feel this. Enjoy!

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First Impressions

Guzma had left his gang days behind him. Sure he still didn’t look like the most approachable guy, but he was getting a lot better. He had a permanent scowl and an attitude, but he didn’t go around looking for fights. That being said, if one came up to him, he might not turn it down.

That’s exactly what he thought was going to happen when he looked over and say you staring at him. Piercings, tattoos, interesting hair. Not to mention the darker clothes, all of it screamed ‘bad kid on the block’ and he had never seen you in Alola before. Perhaps you were a tourist, but he wouldn’t be certain. All he knew was your eyes were focused and a scowl was placed on your face as you did.

When he got up, so did you, and as he left, he could see your shadow following him. He walked a little bit away from town until finally, he turned around and looked at you. Your sour expression didn’t change as he looked you up and down, squaring you up. He was larger than you, and had more muscle, but you still looked intimidating as hell. Last thing he needed was a knife pulled on him by some snappy tourist that thought they could assert their dominance by taking him down.

“The fuck you want kid.” He finally said, hands in his pockets and chest puffed out a big as he made himself look a bit bigger. He was already fiddling with Golisopod’s pokeball, ready to call out his partner at a moments notice. That’s when he saw your eyes change a bit to…shy? Timid? Almost fearful.

You had the intimidating expression until you ere actually spoken to. You just had a resting bitch face, it wasn’t any fault of yours. And you really wanted to tell Guzma that you thought he was a phenomenal trainer, knowing he liked bug types despite them being seen as weak. That and he totally annihilated in battle with said bugs, w which you thought was amazing.

“I…uh…” You were at a loss for words once you saw how handsome he was up close. His eyes had this harsh look until it turned confused as he watched your face heat up in embarrassment. You looked anywhere but him, fiddling with your partner pokémon’s ball as you searched for the right words.

“I-I uh…I just wanted to…uh…let you know…that I…” Suddenly a light flashed as your Shiny Cutiefly flew out and buzzed happily on your head. The color of its body was the same shade as your cheeks at this point, “I wanted to say I think you’re an amazing trainer and an inspiration.” You finally shouted as you then ran as fast aa you could.

That had been your first meeting with Guzma. A bit mortifying, but as you ran away, Guzma actually smirked as the intimidating trainer he had just met, with a pink little Cutiefly on their shoulder. He’d have to find you later, that much was for sure. After that first impression, he didn’t have much of a choice.

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navybrat817 · 5 years ago

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The Interrogation - Chapter 22

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, gunplay, forced orgasm, gang rape, breeding kink, choking, non-consensual somnophilia, cock warming, Stockholm syndrome, mind games, anal sex, double penetration, non-consensual oral sex, betrayal, angst, additional tags to be added.

Relationships: Brock Rumlow/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader

Summary: After waking up in a cold room with no memory of how you got there, you find yourself face-to-face with three of the top members of Hydra. And you learn quickly that the Handler, the Asset and the Captain have no intention of ever letting you go. Chapter Summary: Your overwhelming emotions cause you to make a snap decision. *This chapter does not contain non-con.

Additional Notes: Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic and I hope you all enjoy! Tags will be added as I go, but please DO NOT PROCEED if these subjects and matters upset you. This is dark!(hydra!)Steve, dark!(hydra!)Bucky and dark!(hydra!) Brock and will be explicit. Gifs are not mine!

Sleep didn't come to you as quickly as you wished. Even when you began to feel tired, your emotions prevented you from closing your eyes. You were almost afraid when you woke up that something else would happen. It frustrated you not knowing what was coming next. And you were frightened for what else they were planning.

Natasha...was she pure evil or just heartless? If she thought you were handing over a child to her, she had another thing coming. Who gave her and her team the right to do this? It was like leading a lamb to the slaughter. Part of you hoped you met the rest of the team, if only to tell them all to go straight to hell. They certainly deserved to be there.

And your captors...that was an entirely different story. Everyone kept telling you that this was where you were meant to be...that you were meant to be with them. Who were they to decide that? If you didn't have the serum, they wouldn't have looked twice at you.

The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth as your mind drifted to the soldiers. Was the Asset really going to hurt you at some point? Would the Captain stop him? You hated thinking that. In fact, it made your head ache...but how were you to know? The way they looked at you, especially Bucky, felt like you were something different. But...would they have even wanted you if you couldn't give them a child?

"Hey, darling," Steve said gently as he opened the door, frowning as he saw the look on your face. You could see the others standing nearby. "Did you sleep?"

You huffed in response, which made him frown more. "What do you want?"

The Captain's back straightened a bit at your tone. "We wanted you to know that your father is fine. Some bruising, but no permanent damage."

You merely nodded. The news was good, of course, but you weren't in the mood to have any conversations with them. "Glad to hear it. Are we done?"

"No. We are not done. I know speaking to Natasha was probably shocking, but that's no reason to be dismissive of us."

"Actually, it is," you said, glaring at him. "You guys promised one of my children to the bitch who handed me over to you. But what I want doesn't matter, right? Hell, why not promise her two? It can be a buy one, get one deal."

The soldier looked shocked at the bitterness in your tone. "That's enough."

"Get out. I don't want any of you in here right now. I'm not working out. You're not going to hand feed me. Get. Out."

"I said that's enough," his voice lost any warmth it had as he moved closer.

"What are you going to do?" you asked as you got from your bed. "Chain me up? Smack me? Rape me into submission? You've already done all of those things."

"I thought we were getting past this. Why are you lashing out?" he said quietly.

"Because you don't actually care about me! I'm just a breeding bitch for you!"

"You think we don't care about you?" Bucky asked from behind Steve. "You think I don't care?"

The look on his face...It was like you kicked a puppy. It wasn't fair for him to look at you like that. As if you were the one who did something wrong. "You held a knife to my neck, remember?" you reminded him. "How am I supposed to believe that any of you care when you wouldn't have even looked at me if I wasn't the serum survivor?"

He stepped back like you burned him. "That's not true. I'm yours and you're mine."

"Would you have killed me if he ordered you to?" you asked, pointing to Rumlow. The words just tumbled out before you could stop them. When he didn't answer immediately, you held your hand up. The hesitation made you think the answer would have been "yes" and you weren't giving him the chance to confirm that. "You know what? I don't want to hear it. Just get out."

"I'm not leaving," Bucky shook his head, seeing tears in your eyes.

"Yes, you are," Rumlow spoke up. He hadn't said a word during your little outburst. "Both of you. Out."

Steve's jaw clenched as he grabbed his friend's arm. He struggled as he was pulled from the room. "I'm not leaving!" the Asset yelled as the door was slammed shut. Glaring at the Handler, you crossed your arms. What did he have to say now?

"You know you have a terrible poker face. You let all of your emotions show."

"I guess it's a good thing I'm not a spy or soldier...or a killer."

"You're trying to provoke us," he stated.

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm just tired of this. Maybe I don't think any of you deserve to have my kids," you said.

"You think you're the judge of what we deserve?"

"Like you guys are the judge of what's best for me? I think I have every right to be the judge of you, especially when you continuously hide things from me."

"If we had told you about Natasha at the beginning, you would have reacted much worse than you are right now," he said, sitting and tapping the spot beside him. "Please sit."

You raised an eyebrow when he said please. It was strange hearing him use manners. "You're not going to hurt me?" you asked as you sat down.

"I'm not," he replied quietly. "I know you think I'll let them hurt you."

"Because you will," you said as a matter of fact.

"You know everything I told you about my dad was true. And I know I haven't been the kindest person to you, but I really want this to work. I'm…" he swallowed a bit. "I guess I'm more like my dad than I thought."

"I wish I could believe that you want the best for me," you told him. You weren't just afraid for yourself. You were afraid for your future children. Would he lash out at them if he got upset? There was just a barrier preventing you from fully trusting him.

"Why is it that you can believe them? Him? And not me?" he asked. The usual venom wasn't there. He just sounded...lost. Like he was losing the game he was playing.

Your head began to ache again as you tried to answer. "I...I don't know," you whispered. It was just a feeling you had. Something felt like it was missing though. Like the night you arrived here. You just... couldn't remember. It didn't matter right now. You were just tired.

A look crossed his face as he watched you, quickly shaking his head. "Forget I asked," he told you, pulling you close. "I know I have a long way to go...but you need to trust me that I'll take care of you."

"All of you?" you asked.

"Yeah...all of us," he answered after a moment.

*****

You hadn't been punished for your outburst, but the Captain insisted on bringing you more food. You agreed as long as they left you alone for a shower. If you heard one more comment about how pale or tired you looked, you were going to snap again. Or cry. You honestly couldn't decide which.

Finishing up after taking your sweet time, you dried yourself off and got dressed. You expected one of the men to be waiting outside the door, so you were surprised to see Natasha as she talked on her phone. You hadn't realized she was still there. With her back to you, she didn't seem to notice you either.

"She is vulnerable and will keep lashing out if she doesn't trust them. So they need to find a way," she said, pausing as someone spoke on the other end of the phone. "Barnes doesn't exactly remember, does he? Neither does she."

"You. Fucking. Bitch."

The assassin spun around, raising an eyebrow. "Let me put you on hold," she said, holding the phone away from her ear. "I don't know what you think you heard..."

"I heard you talking about memories...or lack of them in this case. My dad said my memory was wiped. Were you the ones who did that?"

"You don't understand why it was done."

"What I don't understand is why all of you think you have control over my life," you said incredulously.

"Because you were made for this. Please understand."

"I was made for this...like you were made to be a killer. And a liar...but you know what you aren't meant to be? A mother," you said venomously. "You are NOT getting any of my babies."

"YOU don't get to decide that," she said just as venomously. "And your men? They're on MY side in that regard."

Rage surged through your veins. The smirk on her face made your rage boil over. You weren't even aware that you had swung your fist until it connected with her cheek. Did she let you hit her or was she caught off guard? She somehow kept her composure, not even dropping her phone.

"Let me call you back," she said after a second, hanging up. "Why don't we go have a chat with the boys? I'm sure they'd love to hear about this."

Damn the consequences. Damn them all. You didn't even give her a chance to reach out for you. Instead, you did something you should have done the moment you were trapped here...the moment you were released from those chains

You ran.

*****

Natasha was stunned at your speed as you made it to the staircase. Did you realize how fast you were? You would probably think it was adrenaline later. Going down the hall, she smacked her hand on the door. It wasn't like you would go far, but still.

"She ran. She just-"

The assassin's words died in her throat as the door flew open. Standing face-to-face with the Winter Soldier, she immediately moved. She recognized that look in his eyes. He was on the hunt...And his girl was his prey.

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