#the “i should stop getting this angry” was the first sentence that popped up in my head after waking up

[asterafroditis]

*crashes through your window*

hiiiiiii

may i request vil, deuce, and jack's respective reactions to the reader/yuu having their contact saved as "when he treats you with basic human decency 😍😍😍"

i think it would be kinda funny 🧍

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𐔌 . ⋮ too easy to please .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Vil, Deuce, & Jack x gn! reader (separate)

𓏵 870 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

this took a while to write since I couldn't get Jack's character quite right (っ◞‸◟c) feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

The first time Vil sees it, it’s purely by accident. You’re scrolling through your contacts while lounging in Pomefiore’s lounge, looking for someone’s number, when he catches a glimpse of his name on the screen. And then— that name.

He pauses mid-sentence, one perfectly shaped eyebrow twitching. “What… is that?”

You blink at him, confused, before realizing what he’s looking at. Before you can even attempt to change the subject, he plucks your phone out of your hands with the speed of a seasoned actor snatching a misplaced prop.

His expression is unreadable as he reads it over, his violet gaze narrowing. Then, he exhales sharply, giving you a look of absolute disappointment.

“Basic human decency? That is the bare minimum. You should be expecting it, not acting as if it’s a rare luxury.”

“And what’s with the emojis? Are you implying that I only look appealing when I’m treating you decently?”

He’s offended, but not in an angry way—more in a ‘I expected better from you’ way. His scolding is more about you than him, like he’s genuinely frustrated that you think someone treating you well is something to be shocked about.

He changes the name himself to something more fitting. Probably something along the lines of “Fairest Of Them All” or simply just “Vil Schoenheit”. And he makes sure you never change it back.

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Deuce sees it completely by accident when you hand him your phone to call him after he swore he lost his own. He types in his name, goes to call it… and freezes.

He blinks at it for a solid five seconds, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Then, quietly, he mutters, “…Huh?”

At first, he thinks maybe you just let someone else mess with your phone, but when he glances up at you, expecting some kind of explanation, you just start laughing. That’s when he realizes—oh, this was on purpose.

“Wait—hold on.” He furrows his brows, still staring at the contact name like it personally offended him. “Is this… supposed to be a compliment? Or—? What does this mean?”

He doesn’t sound mad, just genuinely baffled. You tell him it’s a joke, but he’s still stuck on the implications.

“So… you’re saying just me being nice to you is enough to—??” He stops, frowning. “That’s kinda sad, actually.”

He’s not scolding you, but there’s this genuine concern in his voice. “If people aren’t treating you right, you know you don’t have to just accept that, right?”

Deuce doesn’t even realize it, but from that moment on, he starts stepping up even more. Carrying your stuff when it looks heavy, making sure you don’t walk alone at night, saving a seat for you at lunch—all these small things that he doesn’t even think about, he just does them.

And when you tease him about updating his contact name? He rubs the back of his neck, a little flustered. “…If you’re gonna change it, at least make it something normal, alright?”

But he never actually tells you to change it. And if you ever catch him smiling at his phone after getting a message from you, well… maybe he doesn’t mind it that much.

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Jack only sees your contact name for him because you left your phone unlocked while you were studying together. You’d stepped away for a moment, and when a notification popped up, his eyes landed on the screen and the ridiculous contact name.

His ears twitch. His tail flicks. He stares at it for a second longer than necessary.

By the time you come back, he’s sitting there with his arms crossed, looking at you with the most unimpressed expression ever.

“...What’s with that name?” He nods toward your phone, his ears flicking again.

You glance at the screen and snicker, but Jack doesn’t look amused. “I’m serious. Is your standard really that low?”

It’s not that he’s upset—he’s just genuinely concerned. He knows you joke around a lot, but does this mean you’re used to people treating you badly? That thought doesn’t sit right with him.

“You shouldn’t just accept the bare minimum from people,” he mutters, glancing away. “You deserve to be treated with respect, no matter what.”

When you tease him about how serious he looks, he just huffs, his tail swishing behind him. “I am serious.”

After that, you start noticing small things—how he subtly keeps an eye on the people you hang around, how he makes sure no one takes advantage of your kindness, how he stands a little closer when he senses someone acting off around you.

Jack won’t say it outright, but if he ever sees someone treating you less than how you deserve, you best believe he’s stepping in.

And if you ever update his contact name into something more dramatic? He just sighs, ears drooping slightly. “You really don’t plan on changing it to something normal, huh…” Yet, despite his grumbling, he never actually tells you to.

[keferon]

Inspired by the ask about Ratchets “How to hold a human class”

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“Kid! C’mere!”

Deadlock twitched a finial in Ratchets direction. He wasn’t quite ready to stop sulking contemplating by his spot next to the pond but Deadlock also didn’t want Ratchet to yell at him again.

Actually yell at him.

Deadlock hadn’t meant to piss the medic off, he was actually trying to help in the moment. Ratchet said he needed to get something on the catwalk so Deadlock did the natural thing and grabbed Ratchets arm to put him up there. He’d barely lifted him off the ground when Deadlock felt the shock of pain shoot through Ratchets field a split second before he shouted in pain. He immediately let go which resulted in Ratchet landing hard on his hip.

After which Ratchet flew into one of the most genuinely angry rages he’d ever seen. He’d called Deadlock every variation of “reckless” and “irresponsible” imaginable. Any thought of justifying himself withered under not so much Ratchets scolding, as the faint feeling of pain and concern that bled through the rage like a new layer of paint slapped on before the first layer could dry.

Deadlock retreated into himself and fled the hangar. Flipping endlessly between “I didn’t mean to!” and “That doesn’t matter slaghead!” Through his mind and the night.

It was morning, and Deadlock was determined not to be a coward at the very least. Whatever punishment Ratchet had decided on Deadlock would respect. Even if it was something as spark crushing as “leave and don’t come back.”

Deadlock followed Ratchet, who was favoring his right hip, back to the hangar. Deadlock kneeled and waited for his sentence.

“Okay. We’re gonna go over some ground rules and basic human anatomy so what happened yesterday doesn’t happen again.”

Deadlock’s finials popped straight up. His mouth open to say something but nothing came to fruition.

Ratchet waved his hand through the air, “You didn’t know and you didn’t mean it. We both know it was an accident but if you really want to make it up to me then pay attention.”

Deadlock closed his mouth and nodded quickly.

“Good. Now gimme your hand.”

Deadlock complied, keeping his hand lax as Ratchet manipulated it to wrap it around his arm the same way from yesterday.

“Okay, don’t do anything yet but explain to me why you grabbed me this way.”

Deadlock cycled his optics for a second while he thought.

“Cause your arm is a convenient handle?”

Ratchet breathed out his nose slowly.

“And do normally pick up other mechs that way?”

“Yes?” Sort of. Deadlock didn’t really interact with minicons. Or maybe they just avoided him.

“This makes more sense then.” Ratchet said, swinging his arm and Deadlocks hand slightly.

“Metal can take that kind of torque without easily bending or tearing . Humans are not made of freakin metal kid. We’re a lot of soft tissue wrapped around a hard skeleton. The skeleton is basically a bunch of individual struts held together by soft connective tissue. That tissue is normally pretty strong when it’s pulled the normal way.”

Ratchet leaned slightly in Deadlocks grip, “This. Concentrates all of that weight into a single joint. Now technically, my shoulder can hold my entire weight but not at such a sharp angle to my body.”

Ratchet removed his arm and began to reposition Deadlocks hand to lay flat and palm up.

Ratchet pointed at Deadlock with an accusatory finger. “Rule Number One: Always fucking ask for permission first!”

Ratchet turned and sat on his hand, scooting backwards until his back rested against Drifts thumb. “If you do need to lift a human, best option by far is just holding your hand steady and letting them climb on.”

Deadlock shifted his hand to more comfortably hold the medic. Ratchet was both squishier than he was expecting and more solid. The sensation kind of reminded him of a big warm gel packet. “I think I’m getting the picture. So what should I do if I don’t have time to ask or you can’t answer?”

Ratchet sighed and Deadlock could actually feel him deflate. His face twitched in barely restrained amusement. Ratchets face twitched in the exact opposite of amusement.

“Pick up humans around the center of mass as much as you can. Try not to pick them up by the limbs. Do not ever pick one up by the head or neck.”

Ratchet shuffled in his grip, and maneuvered Deadlocks fingers to wrap around his torso while keeping his arms free. “Now, very slowly. I want you to gently tighten your grip. Stop the second I tell you to. Got it kid?”

Deadlock’s processor glitched for a second. Logically, he understood what Ratchet was teaching him. How and why. But. He’d just hurt him. And not only had Ratchet put himself back into Deadlocks grip of his own volition. Ratchet was specifically putting himself in an even more vulnerable state then almost loosing a limb. Deadlock didn’t even feel a hint of fear in his field. All he could feel was Trust and Patience and Care, as if Deadlock was the one putting his literal life in someone else’s hands.

“Got it Ratch.” His vocalizer came out staticky.

Deadlock closed his grip at a glacial pace, there was much more give than he was expecting so it caught him off guard when Ratchet finally said “Stop.” Deadlock froze.

“This is about how far you can go before it gets uncomfortable.” Deadlock’s processor skipped again, because holy Primus that was almost no effort whatsoever. Good to know how close he came to maiming him yesterday.

“Start again.”

What?

“What?”

“There’s a lot of give between comfortable and painful. I want you to have a frame of reference for both. I’m going to stop you before anything gets damaged kid, trust me.”

Slowly, Deadlock increased his grip again. It took about another minute before Ratchet stopped him again.

He breathed out in a controlled wheeze, Deadlock could feel Ratchets pulse against his palm, only marginally faster then when they started. “And that’s the upper limit. Don’t do this shit unless you need to.”

Deadlock relaxed his grip and Ratchet slipped off his hand.

The medic took a minute to breath and roll his shoulders.

Then, Ratchet laid down on the ground.

“Okay. Final exam. I’m going to pretend to be unconscious and you’re going to pick me up.”

Deadlock actually did start laughing at that point. Starting as silent shaking and then slowly building into not-quite villainous cackling. There was just something so absurd about the situation that all the tension from the preceding day unraveled until Deadlock was also lying on the ground. Vents whining and vocalizer mostly static by the time he started to calm down again.

Ratchet had sat up and was calmly watching him. The only physical tell Deadlock could see was a faint twitch of Ratchets mouth resisting the urge to smile. But Ratchets field radiated Fondness.

“You supposed to make that noise?”

Deadlock reset his vocalizer, “Yeah, it’s just been a long time. Are you ready?” He said rising up on his elbows.

Ratchet flopped down again.

“You’ve got ten minutes and you aren’t allowed to drop me.”

Deadlock grinned like a menace, and wondered if he could talk Ratchet into any extra credit classes.

AHW THIS IS SO LYLHKGKGNH DEADLOCK COMPARING HUMAN BODY TO A GEL PACKET HE LP

[igotanidea]

Stretching time: Dick Grayson x reader

Request: I can't stop thinking about how would be Dick's girlfriend with all the batboys, specially Damian, maybe reader and Damian would be like best friends and he's always at Dick's apartment to see her. I would love to see how do you think this would be <3

***

“I swear this is like he doesn’t have a Manor to live in” Dick sighed theatrically, taking a sip of his drink, which happened to be the most colorful one on the menu.

“I suppose we are talking about Damian today?” Wally, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed, casually popping chips into his mouth.

“He’s just always at our place! And Y/N—” Dick shook his head, unable to finish the sentence. Y/N. His wonderful, beautiful, smart girlfriend with a heart of gold, making friends wherever she went. Too good for his world, stubborn and consistent in breaking Damian’s defenses. And while at first, Dick even encouraged her in her attempts, treating it like a dare, knowing she’ll never succeed, now he was getting angry because she actually reached her objective. Becoming bffs with Damian Wayne. Well – as much as an assassin and a vigilante’s girlfriend can be.

“Please don’t tell me you are jealous of a 12 year old, Grayson!” Wally laughed so hard she choked on his snack.

“You crazy? Jealous? Me? Never!”

“Yeah, right. Never-” the speedster laughed again, silently calling Dick off on the bullshit he was trying to feed him with.

“Look man, it’s not like you have an entire family that steals your girlfriend away from you!”

“Well, I wouldn’t let them in the first place—”

“You’re not helping!”

“Would it help If I point out how much of a hypocrite you are, Dick?”

“No! Wait- what? A hypocrite?” Dick raised his head from the table where he previously laid it to accentuate the drama of the situation. And then frowned. And then tilted his head to the side. “Hypocrite, seriously, Wally?”

“You keep talking how Y/N has too soft heart while you are the proverbial older brother always trying to please his siblings-“

“That’s not true!” Dick’s objection was almost immediately cut by Wally’s mocking gaze, almost threatening to use all the examples of the thesis he had in store “Okay, fine! Fine! But those are my brothers, what am I supposed to do?!”

“For starters, maybe you shouldn’t run away to the bar every time Damian comes around?”

“But-“

“Get freaking involved! Your girlfriend is having a good relationship with your siblings. That’s terrible news, truly, I pity you.” Wally mocked, rolling his eyes.

“You just don’t seem to understand! Let me tell you the whole story again—”

“Oh, no, please, spare me going through it all over—”

“It all started a week ago-“

“From what I remember one week ago she went to some kind of reading with Jason?”

“Yes! And from then everyone just started to drive her away!”

“You’re overreacting-“

“Overreacting?! Do you want to listen how she keeps on working with Tim and –”

“NO!”

“Let me tell you then-“

“Whoa! Stop! You know what I think, Dick? I think you should go home and actually talk to her, instead of me.”

“So now you’re abandoning me too?!”

“Abandoning? Oh no, no, no. I’ll be even as kind as to drop you home.”

“What are you- NO!”

He really hated traveling with speedsters. There was never any comfortable position for that, and after he always felt like throwing up.

But there was no denying that it was the fastest way home, even if climbing up the stars turned into a little bit of a challenge for the Nightwing.

***

Obviously, Damian was there with her.

Not really doing anything, just sitting on the couch, staring into space, having one of his moments of vulnerability that took the form of keeping complete silence.

And that silence was not Dick’s ally cause it made them both hear him coming inside.

“I thought you were out with Wally?” Y/N smiled and raised from the spot to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“West?” Damian turned his head in curiosity

“Well hello to you too, Damian. What brings you here today?” Dick hissed, before biting his tongue, earning a little pat on the back of the head from Y/N.”

“Ouch! That hurt. More my feelings than my head, but still.”

“Good. Dami is our guest and—”

“He’s becoming more of a permanent fixture…”

“Dick!”

“Ugh!”

“Should we take this conversation private?” she muttered, frowning and putting hands on her hips. “Or can you go back to being the Dick Grayson I know? The one who can keep his heart and mind open? Please?” She gave him a soft look and a pretty smile. “Come on, it will be fun…”

How could he say no to those eyes…

***

An hour later he started to think that maybe Wally was right. And that maybe his girlfriend was a sorceress.

Otherwise, how else could anyone explain the sudden Damian’s transition from an assassin into a 12 year old almost kid?

He was just talking to her about everything. His school, his friends, his latest picture. Not the emotions, it was not that advanced kind of magic, but just watching those two, feeling so at ease with each other was something supernatural.

And at some point, Damian just gave Y/N a look and she immediately knew what it meant, turning to Dick who was observing them both from a safe distance, amused by the little bubble Damian and Y/N seemed to create around themselves and a little scared to disrupt their peace.

“Hey, dick? Can you leave us for a moment? We got something to discuss with Damian.”

“And I have to go?”

Damian scoffed under his nose as if it wasn’t obvious that he wasn’t going to talk about anything personal with his brother around.  

“Pretty please?” Y/N smiled at her boyfriend, leaving Dick no choice but to retrieve to the bedroom.

“So, what’s been eating my favorite bat up?”

“Y/n…’ Damian sighed, allowing himself a little bit of emotionality “do you think I could ever have what you and Dick do?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, don’t push it.”

“If you are talking about girls—” she started and her words were disrupted by a hiss from the boy, who was clearly dissatisfied she actually dared to say it out loud “you’re only 12 Damian. And as much as you hate to let it show, people can tell that you care. In your own twisted way, but if someone watches close enough it’s clear. So I don’t think there’s any reason for you to get uptight about it.”

“I’m not uptight!” he crossed arms over his chest defensively.

“Look, I know your mother and Bruce may have showed you only one way to look at the world but –”

“You are not my parents to raise me, Y/L/N.”

“Thank god! I wouldn’t know how to handle you if you were my kid!” she laughed “But you know what, that’s even better. Cause you can freely twist my words and adjust whatever I say to your own perception. And I have no way to discipline or punish you.”

“So you won’t be leaving me if I don’t live up to the standard?” he asked quietly.

“What? Leaving you? No way!” If it was anyone else she would probably hug him then, but considering it was still Damian Wayne a little playful hair ruffle had to suffice. “Haven’t I told you you’re my favorite? Don’t tell Dick but – “ she made a dramatic pause and raised her voice to make sure her boyfriend heard “I THINK I LIKE YOU MORE THAN DICK!”

“I heard that!” something hit the wall separating bedroom and living room, causing both Damian and Y/N to chuckle.

“You make sure to remember it too, Grayson!”

“I hate you both!” Dick yelled from the wall, but it was obvious he was playing around, acting all goofy to make his girl and brother laugh.

And it seemed like a lot of weight was taken from Damian’s shoulders just because of hearing he wasn;t going to end up alone just because he wasn’t perfect sometimes.  

“I should probably get going. Father will –”

“Stay.” Y/N cut him off. “I’ll take care of Bruce. God forbid that man let you have a little rest.”

***

Damian fell asleep on the couch after two servings of ice cream and a multiple rounds of Man don’t get upset. At some point Dick joined them and the evening turned into one giant bonding exercise, interrupted by threats of murder with particular cruelty against Grayson if he ever let off steam about Damian's softer side.

But then, he was dozing off like a little lamb, looking completely harmless and innocent, while Y/N made sure to cover him with a blanket.

“Y/N, can’t you see what that little prick is doing?” Dick appeared behind her, out of nowhere, dragging her to the kitchen to have a little conversation.

“Planning world domination?” She tease with a hint of a smile.

“Yeah, that probably too.” Dick shook his head in amusement “but in this case, he’s taking all of your time and I have to live on scraps of attention.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “I don’t like it…”

“I’m training you for the time when our kids appear in the world.”

“K-kids?” his gaze immediately traveled to her belly, judging whether she was being serious, going a little pale. Was he even ready for that? Why didn’t she tell him sooner, there were so many things to be planned and bought and—

“Hey, hey, relax” Her hands rested on his cheeks, forcing his eyes back on hers. “Not now. And not any time soon. But hopefully one day we will have kids. And then what? You’ll be jealous of them too?”

“This is not the same….”

“Maybe. But you can either learn how to share me or get mad and lose me. Which one would you rather?”

“Neither.” He held her tighter, pulling closer to his chest. “You’re all mine.”

“Still- gotta – breathe” the strained voice coming from her was enough proof he was squeezing her too tight. Like a rubber frog whose eyes pop if you press on the right spot.

Dick sighed and released the grip slightly, trying to say something more, but she didn’t let him.

“I can stretch my time for people that are important. And last time I checked, you were still on top of that list. It’s not going to change because I decided to become a mentor to your brother.”

“More like a psychologist.”

“Richard Grayson!”

“What?”

“You keep helping people left and right and it’s not like I have tons of your time either. So you are a hypocrite.”

“That's the second time today I’m being called that.”

“I always knew Wally was smarter than people gave him credit for.” She chuckled “now. It’s barely midnight, quite early for us, so would you like to spend some quality time together?”

“If that’s your attempt at stretching the time then yes,  I’d love it.”

[brigidfromthecelts]

Healing Hands (Law X FemReader)

Summary: You were somewhat of a slave on your previous crew - if you could call them that - and now that you are with the Heart Pirates, you don't really want to bother anyone.

Until you ask your captain to remove that awful Jolly Roger tattoo that covers very intimate places that he now has to touch.

Notes: For MATURE readers only! Implied/referenced abuse - Mild Sexual Content

This is very likely a one time thing. I was just trying to do a character study on Law and it escalated! Also, this is quite raw, compared to my usual works. I did not want to waste too much time on this since it was mostly writen on a whim!

Ps: English is not my first language so I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

Word count: 3650

Link for A03 if you rather read there.

The first time it happened it was very light. Just a deep pressure behind your eyes, a throbbing of sorts that came and went. It was bearable, for a while, then it became bothersome so you thought that some medicine might help and stopped by the sick bay. 

Luckily, the captain was nowhere in sight, and you could go by your business unannounced. You did not want to upset your captain! You had barely exchanged two full sentences with him since you joined the Heart Pirates, and to say that he intimidated you was not enough. 

So you took some headache pills from the shelf and went on your way. 

Only two days had passed when it happened the second time and this time the pain was sharper and it came with nausea and a sensitivity to bright light and loud noises. Grunting you made your way to the sick bay again and popped an extra pill, just to be sure it would pass. Thank God the captain was away again. 

The third time happened the morning after and it felt like dying, surely. Your skull was being split into two by an invisible axe and you could barely get out of bed. You went into the bathroom to empty your stomach on the toilet but it was already empty so you were dry heaving for about ten minutes, large tears staining your puffed up red cheeks. 

And the pain did not relent. 

You knew why this was happening, really. You had been deprived of using your devil fruit powers for such a long time by those cursed sea prism cuffs that, now that you were free to use them, your body was resenting the newfound freedom. 

Maybe this time you should go to your captain. This could be beyond your expertise. 

You got up on wobbly steps and exited your room. The Polar Tang was bustling with activity, with everyone already on their posts and working hard. Everyone but you. As you were approaching Law’s quarters, you heard him yell and berate someone over - it seemed, since there was no response - the Den Den Mushi. He seemed pretty mad. 

So you backed away. 

You could do this on your own. All these angry words were making your skin crawl and you could feel your jaw clenching which, in turn, just made your head hurt more and more. You could not help this natural reaction that your body had when presented with stressful situations. 

The captain of your former crew -... Wait, could you even call them crew if all they did was kidnap you, place cuffs on you, force you to being with them and abuse you every day? You shouldn't, really. But it was ingrained deep into you that he was your owner and captain . And you should obey him. Anyway, he always yelled. So much yelling. 

So your natural reaction to it was to escape. Which you did, even if your head was throbbing and you could barely see where you were going. 

You bumped into something - someone - soft and almost fell down on your butt. Hastily apologising to Bepo, who helped steady you, since you could barely stand on your own legs, you looked into his eyes and implored.

“Don't tell the captain, Bepo, please!"

And then you ran away again, seeking refuge in the med bay and thinking about downing the entire bottle of headache pills, wondering how many could the human body sustain before shutting down. 

Taking deep calming breaths, you sat on the infirmary bed. Just to get it together since the world was spinning around you and you did not know what to do to stop it. 

There was your friend, nausea, making an appearance as well. 

So you groaned and laid back. Just a minute. Just until everything stopped hurting. 

Then it hit you. You could just use a bit of your powers. Maybe it would help. Oh, for sure it would help. Why didn't you think of it earlier? 

Raising your right hand in the air and lowering your index finger made all the sounds stop. You sighed. The outer world had stopped existing and it was bliss for a second. 

Then you lowered your ring finger because everything was still so very bright, even without your eyes open, so taking away your sight would make that stop hurting. Surely. 

And it did. For a moment.

Next was the smell because the nausea was attacking you again and the smell of alcohol in this room was overwhelming. So you lowered your middle finger and the nausea subsided a bit. 

You thanked whatever deity had helped you find the right fruit, because being able to just shut down your senses was definitely a bliss. 

But the incessant throbbing was still there. Maybe you should turn off your sense of touch as well. Would it help? 

You were about to lower your pinky when you felt a very strong hand enveloping your own and you gasped, though no sound reached your ears. Opening your eyes, you were momentarily confused because you couldn't see anything, until your pained and tired brain clicked and you let go of the hold you had in your senses by relaxing your hand. 

And all at once, sound, smell and vision came to you and you were overwhelmed by your captain. His staring was cool and hard and he was berating you with angry words. He smelled of soap and antiseptic and it was all too much. You just wanted to retreat again. 

Sitting up and raising your hand again, getting ready to use your powers, once more, you made yourself appear smaller, your legs against your chest, your free arm enveloping your knees, but Law’s grip was firm on your hand and he was not letting you use your powers. 

“What do you think you're doing? How long has this been going on? Why didn't you come talk to me? I'm the doctor of this ship! Not just your captain.”

You felt tears sting in the back of your eyes but tears just made your last captain angrier so you bit them back, swallowing a sob. Your hand twitched. You wanted to retreat into yourself so badly. 

“Stop trying to use your powers. If you're in pain, I'll help. You don't have to do everything alone.” 

Now this time a sob really escaped your lips. No one had cared about you or about helping you for so long. You didn't know what it felt like to get someone's help. 

“What hurts? You need to talk to me.”

He wasn't yelling anymore since your hand stopped twitching, but his gaze was so cold and intense . 

“Head.” Your voice was weak and fragile. And so, so broken.

He took out a flashlight from the desk’s drawer and examined your irises. Then  he told you to open your mouth and you groaned at the effort. 

“Dizziness?” You nodded softly. “Nausea?” You nodded once more and your hand grasped the sheets because the world was spinning again. “When was the last time you ate?” You shrug. Honestly you have no idea. “Drink?”

“I can't keep anything in my stomach.” It hurt just to talk. 

“Lay back. I'll start an IV. You're dehydrated."

You obeyed and closed your eyes. He wasn't looking at your face when a fat tear rolled down your cheek. It felt nice to be taken care of, for once. 

You felt a sting when the needle punctured your skin but barely flinched. “Next time, come to me. I don't bite.”

You nodded stiffly but realised that he needed an explanation. “My last captain didn't like to be disturbed.”

You barely whispered. 

“Well, your last captain was a dick and I thought that we had already established that.”

He knew some of the story. You didn't share everything with your new crew. They found you in chains, on one of your former captains punishments and put two and two together with the little information you had provided. They knew you were some sort of slave. You just didn't share much more than that. 

The medication he had put in the IV was helping because the pain was subsiding and you sighed. 

“If there's a next time, I'll be sure to find you.” You said and he nodded. 

There was a beat of silence and he shifted on his chair. He was probably going to leave because he had other businesses to attend to other than keep you company, but, suddenly, you needed him there with you, so you opened your mouth and immediately regretted bringing up the subject. 

“Can you erase tattoos?”

His dark eyes bore into yours and you gulped while looking elsewhere.

“Yes, but I thought that they hadn't marked you.” He looked at your bare arms and legs - since you still had your pyjamas on. 

“They did. You just can't usually see it…” You felt your cheeks turn beet red. You should not have mentioned this. “Forget it, it's fine. It doesn't bother me that much.” You could feel your eyes stinging again. 

“Clearly it does.” He leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms. “Do you want to show me?”

Not really. You didn't even know why you brought it up. Other than the fact that everytime you undressed or took a shower you wanted to use a knife and cut that damn tattoo off of you. 

“It's big.”

That was an understatement. It was huge. 

“Show me.” Well that was an order. And you were used to those. So you sighed deeply, trying to gather some courage. 

He was a doctor, he was a handsome man. He had definitely seen boobs before. There was nothing to fear. 

Slowly you lifted your pyjama's shirt, making sure you kept your nipples covered with your hands - trying to maintain some dignity, at least - while your eyes looked at anything other than his face. 

Law got up and you heard a low grunt erupting from deep in his throat. “That dick did this to you?”

You nodded and suddenly your throat felt very tight. “He did.” You could feel Law’s eyes roaming around your body. The tattoo of the previous crew Jolly Roger was carved in the middle of your sternum but, since the Jolly Roger was of an octopus, it's tentacles were everywhere. Two of them enveloped your breasts in a very sexualized manner, there were two that escaped to the back, two just roamed around your stomach and the other two disappeared beneath the hem of your shorts. 

And those were the ones Law was staring at, his eyes dark and his lips a thin line. You gulped, self conscious of your body and covered up. 

“It's no big deal. It's been there for the last five years anyway…” And you could still feel the way your last captain touched you to mark your skin. Your turned your face away from Law, stifling a very small sob. You hated feeling this weak and pathetic. But there was nothing that you could do about it. 

After five years of constant abuse, it was instinctive. 

“I can do it whenever you want.” His voice betrayed nothing. But his eyes were as cold as death. 

“Would right now be okay?” Had that sounded desperate? Because you were pretty sure you could not take another bath scrubbing yourself raw until everything turned red. 

He nodded. “Just going to let Bepo know that I'll be busy. We should let the IV finish as well, so you have strength.”

And he left you without another word, but you could see him clenching his fists and could feel his aura and he was beyond angry. 

You closed your eyes and tried to rest a bit. The pain in your head had finally subsided. 

-*-

You woke up to a burning sensation in your stomach and hissed through your teeth while lifting up your head. 

“I'm sorry, does it hurt? I anaesthetised you, so it shouldn't be too bad.” You shook your head. You'd known worse pain than this. “You were sound asleep so I started on your back then proceed to the stomach area. It's done.”

You looked down and he was right. A big part of it was gone. Most of the tentacles and the Jolly Roger were gone. You were really out of it for not having felt anything. 

“For the rest of the tentacles you need to… Remove your clothes.” Was that a hint of a blush on his face? Because yours was burning up. 

You nodded slowly. “Now?” He also nodded so you took a deep breath and took off your shirt. It was just boobs. And nipples. The last crew had seen them on a daily basis anyway and you were pretty sure that Law was just going to look at them in a medical way, not oggle at them and try to touch them like the other pirates did. 

Somehow, very secretly, you were glad that the last captain only wanted you to himself. You would not have survived long by being abused by everyone in the crew. 

Yep, that was definitely a blush on his cheeks. You gulped and tried to look anywhere but his face, but it was hard. He was so… intriguing… 

Law hissed trough his teeth and flexed his fingers. “I have to touch you. It's the way this works. Can I?” You nodded but he closed his eyes firmly. “I know what you've been trough - at least what you do share, clearly not enough - so I need verbal consent this time, okay? Can I touch your breasts?”

Your stomach summersaulted at this affirmation and you were pretty sure that your heart had skipped a beat. Thankfully you weren't on any monitor or that would've been flagrant. “Yes, you can touch me.”

And as soon as his long fingers started to trace the tattoo on your skin, you felt like molten lava. He was just using his fingertips and his touch was so light, yet it was igniting a fire in your belly that you didn't know was there. 

You were pretty sure that your mouth hung open since the minute he started to touch you but you couldn't care less. This feeling was overwhelming . You gulped and glanced at his face. His brows were scrunched together and his jaw was clenched tight. You could see little prespiration beads forming in his forehead. Was he using that much of his power? Or was it just the concentration? 

His fingertips grazed your erect nipple and you bit your lower lip to stifle a moan. What was wrong with you? He was a doctor! He was doing a procedure! And you were getting turned on like crazy! 

You closed your eyes tight and took a deep shaky breath. Vaguely a lone thought passed through your mind. You had never been touched like this. In such a gentle way. No touch had ever ignited this… desire within you. 

You could feel your heart beating somewhere between your legs and you knew that that was no place for it to be beating so you tried to think of something else. 

But you couldn't think of anything else. 

Because this man was fire and desire and he was literally burning himself into your skin. Your hands clasped the sheets tight and you fought very hard not to arch your back and lean into his touch. 

“Does it hurt?” His voice was somewhat affected as well. He seemed… drunk. But certainly not on booze. 

“No!” You should've just kept your mouth shut tight because your no came out accompanied with an earth shattering moan that you were trying to contain since he started to touch you. He gasped and removed his hands. You turned tomato red and covered your mouth with your own hand. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean…” 

Didn't mean what, genius? To be so turned on by your touch? To give in to pleasure? To want to have your lips on my nipples and your cock inside me? Shit. You should get a grip. 

His hands were on the bed and he hung his head down, taking a deep breath. Was this affecting him too? 

“Maybe you should use your powers.” His voice was so low that you weren't sure he had spoke at all. “Remove your sense of touch so I can do this.” The silence was stifling. “And remove mine, as well…”

When you didn't answer he lifted his head and you could see his eyes. He seemed lost, like he had never felt quite like this before. So you felt bold. 

“I want to feel you.” You forced yourself to stare at him while you said those words and you couldn't care less if your head was fuming with embarassment. “Do you want to feel me…?”

He opened his mouth to answer but closed it immediately, taking a deep breath instead. “I'm your captain.”

“So?"

“Your experience with previous captains was terrible. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

Your hand traveled all the way up to his and your touch was feather light. “You're not making me feel uncomfortable. You're helping me heal.”

And that was the truth, because his touch was healing emotional scars as much as the physical ones and he should know that. 

His eyes burned through yours and he seemed to be waging war inside of himself. 

A small nod. 

You could count that as a win. So you settled back again. Inhaling deeply and trying to control your emotions. You could use your powers as he had suggested. But you wanted to feel him . 

“I need you to… Lower your shorts… Please.”

Your head snapped up and you stared at your boobs. He was done already with the tentacles of the breasts? Okay, so this was fast. You could get trough this. 

Gulping, your hands found the hem of your shorts and you pulled them down, along with your panties. You heard Law’s shaky exhale while he looked at you. You knew the two tentacles trailed over the mound of your pussy and wrapped themselves around your thighs. So you lifted your knees and  opened your legs slightly before he had to ask you to. 

It took a while before he touched you and you were starting to feel self conscious. “Is… Is everything alright?”

He grunted and held his index finger up, like asking you to wait, while his eyes remained closed. For an instant you thought that he was reviewing the process in his head, but then your eyes traveled down his pants - unintentionally - and you could see the outline of his hardened cock tight against his pants. 

So he was as aroused as you were. 

Blushing, you were just about to give some mercy to this man and to use your powers when he opened his eyes and, with a very determined look, started to touch you. 

And by everything that was sacred, there were so many nerves down there, and it was like they were all tingling, right now. 

You instantly clenched your jaw and grasped the sheets. His touch was harsher now, needier it seemed. He was using both hands - maybe trying to finish this faster? - and the sensations were intensifying by the second. 

A burning sensation all around, a tightness in your belly and an ache - like something was missing - in your core. His fingers were so deft and long and hot and you needed them inside you so desperately .

You bit your lip and couldn't help but arch your back a little when his finger almost touched your clit. He grunted and hissed through his teeth but he did not stop. 

Aparently, two hands truly worked faster because he moved his position and was now staring at your tighs - and probably at your dripping wet self. 

“You're going to kill me.” He muttered between his teeth but before you could reply, he had one hand on each of your tighs and his touch was now rough but not at all unkind and you moaned so hard your throat hurt. 

“Fuck, Law. Maybe take a break. I-... I'm…” Everything was overwhelming and his touch was igniting you and you just knew that you were going to fold and come even without his fingers inside of you, if he didn't remove his fucking hot hands from you. 

“I'm almost done.” His grunt was almost animal like and this time - maybe on purpose or maybe because he was being a bit sloppy with his work - his thumb did brush your clit. 

“Law!” You screamed and squirmed and your legs clenched while you rode out your waves of pleasure. 

God, nothing ever had felt quite like this. And this was the result of this man's blessed hands. You noticed that he was panting as well. A very deep blush was covering his cheeks, as were yours. 

“I'm sorry…” You started, a bit ashamed now. 

He inhaled and regained a bit of composure. “Don't ever say you're sorry about your pleasure. You and I both know you've suffered enough.”

You nodded while a lone tear traveled across your cheek. 

“Your tattoo is gone now. Hopefully I was able to replace the awful memories associated with it.” 

Your mirthful laugh made him lift his eyes to meet yours and he looked surprised. You realised that it was because this was the first time that you had actually laughed since boarding the Polar Tang. “Yes, you were.”

“Are you alright?” He asked, his cool demeanour almost back in place. You nodded softly and he hooked another fluid bag to your IV and told you to rest for a while. 

His hand lingered on your arm, you noted. 

And as you closed your eyes you couldn't help but think that you were alright indeed. 

Albeit, perhaps a bit in love with Trafalgar Law.

[lvmimis]

cw: language. one (1) reference to a rico nasty song.

The sudden clatter of a knife being dropped on a cutting board should have surprised you, but you’re too focused on the screen of the laptop before you to notice that Izuku has stopped chopping vegetables. He looks up over at you carefully, but you continue to type furiously on the other end of the kitchen island, not registering the set of eyes focused on your person.

“Babe?”

Clickity clack, clickity clack, goes the keyboard.

He sighs.

“___.”

His voice is stern and just loud enough that you do somehow hear it, and pulled out of your flurry of vitriolic thoughts, you look at him quizzically.

“Huh?”

“What are you doing?” he asks.

You grimace, then smile and scoff in just the way that concerns Izuku even further. He could tell from the pressure on the keyboard and the small noises of frustration that slipped out of you indiscriminately that you were clearly upset about something, and he could name a couple things that had popped up recently in the news to make you feel that way, but whenever you got to typing for this long with this level of focus, it could only mean one thing.

“I’m just drafting a response to a few criticisms I’ve seen online recently.”

His lips press into a thin line.

“Love, you promised-“

You frown at him and raise an index finger. “First of all, I did not make any promises-" He raises an eyebrow and you look at him sheepishly, then look away. “Fine.”

“Let me see it,” he insists. Before you can even consider closing your laptop, he’s behind you, one hand resting softly on your shoulder. His eyes scan the top half of the reply in the comments and you watch his response attentively, taking in how his frown deepens the longer he reads.

“Baby.” He rubs your shoulder gently, but you can tell he’s between irritated and disappointed with you immediately. Defensively, you shrug him off softly then cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m just communicating my discontentment.”

“Really?” He highlights a sentence at the end, and clears his throat before reading it aloud. “If I see you in the street, bitch your ass is done? That’s discontentment?”

You can feel your cheeks burn.

“It’s a quote!!! From a song!”

Izuku places a hand atop your head and squeezes gently. “It’s also a threat?”

“But-“

“___, you’re a professional Hero. This person could be Quirkless.”

You pause, consider, and then let out a sound of frustration, raising your hands in the air before placing your forehead to the desk.

“Look, I’m just tired of unkind things being said in the media. I don’t mind if they say mean things to me but we’re gonna have a conversation if you’re gonna attack my friends so viciously.” Your voice is muffled and whiny, which means you’re in your inconsolable mood, but by now Izuku is practiced and can get through to you. Izuku’s hands shift from your shoulder to your back and he pulls the stool beside you to sit down.

“I get it, but people say stupid things all the time. Think about what people say about me daily.”

Your head turns to face him.

“The media literally adores you, what are you talking about?” Izuku gives your a cheeky half-smile.

“True, but they didn’t always.”

You give him a soft punch on the shoulder. “Show-off.”

He laughs, and pulls you to him. “You know what it was like when I was a kid though.”

You frown again, thinking about the punches she still thinks she owes Bakugou despite the fact that he’s redeemed himself, and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Can I delete it?” he asks.

“Sure,” you agree. 

“Good girl.”

You feel your cheeks warm but don’t say anything as the angry text disappears. He kisses your cheek and gets up again to finish preparing the meal he’d started. You get up as well and wash your hands before joining him.

You work side by side for a few moments before Izuku bumps you gently on the hip. 

“Are you gonna save a bit of the feistiness for bed?” he asks, eyes twinkling.

You bump him back on the hip.

“Pervert.”

He beams. “For you? Absolutely.”

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Growing pains

Summary: How did Jeff and Rio feel knowing Miles was sneaking out with a girl?

Jeff's rant became background noise as she lifted the sweater in confusion.

It wasn't Miles, not just because it wasn't his size (she had needed to buy so many new clothes with his growth spur that she would know) but it was...feminine, she could even smell faintly some perfume.

Whoever left it was using it recently.

"-Babe are you backing me up in this one or what?" 

Rio snapped back to reality as she felt her husband's hand on her shoulder, he looked at her still kind of upset yet more curious as to why she hasn't moved from that spot.

"Jeff, where is this from?" She asks immediately, not paying attention to whatever he has been insisting on her.

Arching an eyebrow, he didn't look too much into the item before shrugging with disinterest "I don't know, I normally let him choose whatever he wants as long as the price is okay; a better question is why his room is such a mess, maybe we should ground him an extra month for that-"

"Jeff" She called him again, trying to distract him from his authoritative-dad ideas "This isn't his, it has to belong to a girl."

The moment the word 'girl' came out of her mouth he seemed even more puzzled. Giving an actual look at the item from his wife's hands, he was trying to remember if he has seen it before "Does it belong to one of your nieces maybe?"

"I didn't remember seeing any of them using this, why it would be here anyways? We let the guest put their coats in the entrance, and I don't think either Ana or Camila would just leave this in Miles's bed for no reason."

As they both realized they couldn't recall anyone who could have this sweater, finally the other possible explanation popped into their minds. Not because it wasn't obvious, but more like-

"Is this happening now? It isn't too soon?"

"No, no no no, no way that boy brought a girl to our house, to his room, all while he is grounded." Just as quickly, Jeff was getting worked out again about this outrage.

Miles comes late (again,) with cakes that are falling apart, refuses to talk to them, and now he is hearing how he left his room to be with a girl?

Rio couldn't believe it either.

"This can't be right- He is too young to think of that!" She replied in disbelief.

She felt her husband's gaze rest on her as she stopped looking at the item (who could belong to? Maybe one of Miles's old friends from the neighborhood? As far she knew he stopped hanging out with everyone around here,) and saw the face Jeff always puts when he isn't sure how to tell her something.

"What?"

And her snappier response didn't seem to make him more confident about saying it.

"I mean- Look, don't get me wrong, we are both on the same side here" He prefaces, he needed to reserve all his energy to think how to get to that boy's skull that he couldn't do whatever he wanted, not to mention that when Rio got angry even he got scared. "But, he is fifteen honey."

"Yeah! A baby!"

"Well, not so baby, I mean at his age I was-"

The pointed look of Rio was all the information he needed to know he SHOULDN'T end that sentence.

"What I am trying to say, is that he is getting to a certain age mi amor, we cannot stop that."

Rio's shoulders fell, realizing how tense she was getting and this wasn't even going into how disobedient her son has been getting lately. As she looked towards the room (which was indeed a mess,) she saw the toys laying around, notebooks of old drawings pilled over the new ones that show his progress, she could almost see him as a toddler running around with a cape.

That felt like it was yesterday.

And now she had the sweater of a girl she doesn't know in her hands, in Miles' room.

Where did her little boy go?

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Since the Wip poll won, I decided to post this little thing that was actually, my first fic for this fandom.

I never got to publish it because it was missing two other scenes, but I decided to scrap it since the third one felt a bit too crazy, so I would do that idea for another thing.

So now while this is technically not a wip, I decided to publish it since I don't have any works in progress I can give sneak peaks for now.

Thanks for reading!

[sneakersnacks]

Come Back Safe to Me

Authors Note: Hello everyone! First post on here. There isn't any use on Y/N or anything like that. I'm not sure where this story will eventually go, I am kind of writing this because I also have scenarios pop up into my head and I always feel better writing them down.

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tw: GSW's, Guns, Military scenarios

“Sir I know for a fact she shouldn't lead this mission on her own.” Ghost said with a stern voice, almost slamming his hands on Price's desk.

“Ghost, she's more than capable of doing this, why are you set on her not leaving base without you?” Price retorted back, lifting up his eyebrow with the end of the sentence. 

They didn't know this, but you were on the other side of the door, listening to their conversation. Did Ghost not trust you? Did he not believe in your skills as a soldier? Just last week you were the only to actually hit high marks in training, that should be enough proof. You have been on countless missions with him, all of them successful. He was always by my side but the one time he isn't he doesn't believe in my capabilities? Pushing those thoughts to the side you lightly tap on the door. 

“Come in.” Price says

You enter and meet Ghost's gaze before you look at Captain Price, “Sorry to intrude Cap, I just wanted to check in before I set off with the team.” you say, trying not to notice the stare Ghost is giving you, if looks could kill, you would be dead by now.

“Ah yes, Crow, everything is all set in order, I wish you luck on your mission. Come back safe.” he says.

“Of course Sir.” You give a light nod and exit the tiny office. You close the door behind you and start walking down the hallway. You hear Price's door open and slam shut with heavy footsteps coming after you.  You know its Ghost, just the looming presence in the hallway gives you chills up your spine. 

“Crow.” he says from behind you.

You stop and turn on your heel, looking up at him with a stone look, “What.” is all you say, you can tell that this response catches him by surprise. “Are you here to tell me that I am not fit to lead this mission?” 

You see his eyes narrow and a glint of guilt flashes in his eyes, “Crow…” his voice is soft when he says your callsign.

“If you didn't believe in my skills as a leader or even just a soldier in general you should've told me from the beginning, don't give me false hope and make me doubt my own skills.” You say, your index finger jabbing at his chest. He just looks down at you, he didn't mean to make you angry, you weren't supposed to hear him say those things. He wanted you to be safe, how was he supposed to make sure you were safe if he wasn't there with you? He needed to protect you, he knew you could easily protect yourself but he just needed to be there with you. He couldn't lose you. He let you continue to be angry and rant at him but couldn't take it anymore and grabbed your hand before you could poke him in the chest for the second time. 

“Crow, please, believe me when I say you are capable of doing anything.” he squeezes your hand in his, his rough tactical glove almost scratching your skin, it didn’t bother you though. “I… just can't lose you.” he says, his voice soft. 

It's now your turn to be caught off guard, you look up directly into his eyes and he looks down at you like he was looking into your soul, “Ghost I-” you start to say before you hear a pair of footsteps come around the corner, Ghost quickly drops your hand and you get sad as you feel the warmth leave you.

“Lieutenant Crow.” Someone says from down the hallway, you turn around even though every cell in your body just wants to stay close to Ghost.

“Yes Alea?” 

“Pol and Gate are ready and heli will be good to go in about five minutes.” she states, you can see hee glance at Ghost but then give you her full attention. 

“Of course, thank you Alea, I will be right behind you.” You say, giving her a nod, she returns it and walks away from Ghost and yourself. You turn to face Ghost again, “I will be fine, I promise.” 

“Don't make promises you can't keep” his voice was low and not above a whisper. You reach up and touch his cheek, the fabric from his mask blocks you from touching his skin but even so the warmth he gives off radiates through the mask. He leans into your hand, closing his eyes. 

“Ghost, I don't make the promise if I can't keep the promise. It's a simple mission, in and out. You know how these things are.” You say, he slowly opens his eyes to meet yours and grabs your hand pressed on his face. 

“Aye, but I won't be there with you. I trust you, I just have never been worried about someone like this before, this is new to me.” He confesses and your heart flutters. “Come back safe to me.” is all he says and releases your hand, he turns around and walks down the hallway away from you. 

You are left there standing in the hallway, your mind racing and trying to process everything that just happened. You always had secret feelings for Ghost, that was apparent but you always told yourself to keep things very professional with him. He was part of the task force with you and emotions didn't need to get involved. Ghost always had his usual cold stone demeanor, you assumed there was nothing there on his end. He gave you the same amount of affection as he did with Soap, nothing but playful banter here and there but nothing came before missions. Even on our off time he would hang in the background when the task force would hang out. 

You start walking from the building and onto the heli, you see Pol, Alea, and Gate all strapped in ready to go. You grab your pack from the side and put it by your feet and buckle in. 

“Is everyone ready?” You say to your team. They all nod and give a sturdy ‘Yes Ma’am’. The door shuts and you feel the heli lift off the ground. “The mission should be rather simple,” you say trying to be loud enough so they can hear you, “We collect intel, possibly get a few things then we leave. In and out.” 

“In and out,” Pol says with a smile on his face. You give a smile back and try not to think about being above the ground, no matter how many times your were in planes or helicopters you hated the feeling of not being on solid ground.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie silver glow over the desolate terrain as the small team of operatives moved stealthily towards their objective. The base was a mere twelve clicks away from their drop-off point, nestled deep within enemy territory. The mission was simple: gather critical intel without alerting the hostiles to their presence. You led the way, your sharp eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. Beside you, Sergeant Alea maintained radio silence, her fingers deftly adjusting the settings on her portable communications device.

Private Pol and Gate, both seasoned soldiers, followed closely behind, their movements synchronized with military precision. The crunch of gravel beneath their boots seemed to echo louder in the silence, each step a reminder of the perilous nature of their mission.

The team reached a vantage point overlooking the enemy base, the cold wind ruffling their uniforms as they huddled together, peering through their night-vision goggles. In the distance, the enemy base sprawled like a hive of activity, unaware of the impending threat.

Your voice was barely a whisper as you addressed the team. "Stay sharp, everyone. We need those visuals on the base, but we can't afford to be seen."

Sergeant Alea nodded in acknowledgement, her fingers dancing over the communication device once more, relaying critical information back to their command center. The intel they gathered could change the course of the entire operation.

Minutes turned into hours as they continued their surveillance, your eyes never wavering from the base. The tension in the air was palpable, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Pol and Gate pushed a bit forward, while you and Alea stayed a bit behind. Your point of vision being able to see almost everything. Alea scribbles down times and notes when trucks would pull in and out of the compound.

"Lieutenant." Pol said over the comms, "We see a group of five coming out of the base, seems to be a patrol group, they are coming a little bit too close for comfort." he states.

Your heart raced as you scanned the approaching patrol through your night-vision goggles. They were closing in fast, and it was clear that their cover was about to be compromised. Without hesitation, you barked out orders. "Pol, Gate, fall back and find cover. Alea, keep relaying that information. I'll distract them and draw their attention away."

Pol and Gate retreated silently, fading into the darkness as Alea continued her vital work.

You stepped out from your hiding spot, your heart pounding in your chest. The patrol drew nearer, their flashlights cutting through the night. With practiced ease, you aimed your silenced pistol and took a deep breath, ready to create a diversion.

But just as you were about to squeeze the trigger, a sudden burst of gunfire erupted from the shadows. Bullets whizzed past you, and you felt a searing pain in your side. You stumbled backward, instinctively returning fire as best you could.

The patrol was caught off guard, their attention diverted from your team members. In the chaos, you managed to take down one of the enemy soldiers, but the pain in your side was overwhelming.

As the firefight raged on, you felt yourself growing weaker. It was then that you saw Pol, his eyes wide with fear and determination, rushing towards you. With all the strength you could muster, you tried to shout a warning, but it was too late.

A bullet meant for you found its mark, and you crumpled to the ground. Through the haze of pain and darkness, you could see Pol, his face contorted with grief, kneeling by your side. He grabs the back of your collar and drags you away from the flying bullets.

"Lieutenant I am so sorry, where did you get hit?" He is panicking right now. You take a deep breath and pull up your shirt that was tucked in. A bullet wound on your right side and another one through your shoulder. Pol saw both bullet wounds and his face paled. That was never a good sign. You here footsteps rushing towards us and Gate appears Pol.

"We have to go now!" He shouts, the both of them pull you up your arms slung over their shoulders. Alea was only a few feet away and you could see her on comms asking for evac.

"Lieutenant Crow has been shot! Get us out of here now, we are making our way to evac point!" She shouts into the mouth piece. "Crow you better fucking stay with us." She tells you as the three of you meet her.

Your eyes felt heavy and your body was numb from the adrenaline. Your feet barely kept you up and it seemed as if Pol and Gate were just dragging you at this point. Certain thoughts flashed through your head but one of them just kept coming up, "Come back safe to me". Fuck, why did this have to happen. You thought of Ghosts calm and collected eyes just turning into panic as he got the news that you were hurt. Probably dead. You were losing a lot of blood, you could feel it soak into your shirt.

Your squad made it back to the evac point, barley, but you made it. Pol lifted you into the heli and set you down on the floor of it. Alea got right to work and started to examine your wounds. Two GSW's both a clean enter and exit. You grabbed Alea's arm and for a second she stopped what she was doing to look at you, "If I dont make it-" you start out but she cuts you off, "Crow you are going to make it, knock that bullshit off" she snaps at you. continuing to bandage you up as best as she could.

"You gotta tell Pol this isn't his fault," you start "but also, you have to let Ghost know I'm sorry." She doesn't look at you at first but you yank her arm so she meets your eyes. She sees the seriousness in them and nods her head.

Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier by the minute. You take a shaky breath in and exhale as calmly as you can. The last thing you remember is Ghosts words in your head, "Come back safe to me."

*Authors Note: There will most likely be a part two lol ill just have to see where I want take this, if you read this I really hope you enjoyed it :)*

[skyyguy]

Angst and post angst sentences:

“ hey, everything okay? [Buck]? [Buck]! ”

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This took me way too long, I'm sorry. 😅 But it's my werewolf au when they're in the Stalag, so it's a fun time :3c

The Nazi’s had kept Gale all night. John knew because he hadn’t slept, waiting for them to bring the wolf back. They hadn’t, not till after the prisoners had all eaten breakfast, not till after everyone was starting their boring days. They didn’t have the grace to actually bring him back, instead letting Gale stumble, exhausted and pained, across the mud and ice, towards the boys. DeMarco was the first one up, crossing the few feet to grab Gale’s arms, helping him to the step and seating him where he’d been. Gale rubbed his face, biting down on a yawn. 

“Welcome back,” John said, humourless, barely looking at the blond. Gale didn’t look back, but DeMarco saw the way he jaw twitched, as if angry with John. DeMarco and Brady exchanged a glance. 

“Major, we were wondering what you thought we should do today,” Brady asked carefully, arching an eyebrow at John, directing his words to Gale. Gale’s eyes were unfocused for a moment before he seemed to snap back in to himself. 

“We should try to patch up some of the holes in the roof,” Gale replied, voice soft but distant. Hambone glanced over from where he leaned against the wall. 

“We’ll need materials for that,” Hambone stated flatly, shrugging his shoulders. 

“I’ll get them for you,” Gale promised. DeMarco frowned, his brow pulling together, at something in Gale’s tone. 

“We’ll get ready,” DeMarco replied, shooting Brady a look before he opened his mouth. Both of them could tell something was wrong with Gale, but it had been the full moon the night before and he’d spent all of it with the Nazi’s. That alone was enough to make things seem wrong. Hambone stepped around Gale, between John and the blond, padding away into the bunk room to take stock of how many holes needed patching. 

“I’ll go check and see if anyone has anything to help us,” Brady muttered, grabbing DeMarco by the arm and dragging him away, leaving John and Gale alone. 

“John,” Gale muttered softly, glancing at the man. John unfolded his spine, leaning back on the steps and thumping his heels to the muddy ground. 

“Buck,” John replied, voice tight. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back last night,” Gale explained, as if he had just stayed out and not been kept away. 

“You’re not the one who should be apologizin’ Buck.” John growled. Gale went silent with a small hum. John rose to his feet after a long moment, swiping at his nose with his wrist, taking a few steps in the suctioning mud. 

“Well, Buck, you promised the boys,” John’s voice was deceptively light, “You promised you’d get them the materials. Let’s go get ‘em.” John didn’t look at the blond. Gale sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“You don’t have to come,” Gale told him, arching an eyebrow as John stretched his arms over his head, his spine popping. 

“I’m comin’. You can’t stop me,” John replied, turning to look at Gale, hands on his hips, a frown tugging at the edges of his lips. Gale rolled his eyes. 

“Stone in my shoe,” he said, voice lacking any humour or emotion. John smiled thinly, it didn’t reach his eyes. After a long few seconds, Gale stood up– it looked excruciating and difficult– and took a few steps toward John. His footsteps wavered, not walking a straight line, legs shaking with effort. 

“Hey, everything okay?” John asked, suddenly consumed with worry, ”Buck?” as John said his nickname, Gale’s eyes rolled back in his head and his body pitched forward, crumbling to the mud, “Buck!” John shouted, falling to his knees beside his friend and grabbing his shoulders, pulling his head into his lap and shoving his hair out of his face. 

John was quick to scoop the blond up in his arms– alarmed at how light he was– ignoring the mud on the both of them as he rushed into the bunk house with him. 

“Hambone,” John barked at the other. Hambone jerked around, eyes wide. It barely took him a few seconds to jump into action, dragging extra blankets off of other bunks, setting up a nest of sorts on the floor, pillows and threadbare blankets not much of a cushion to the hard wood. Yet John didn’t hesitate in putting the man down in it, pulling his jacket off and throwing it over the werewolf, concern etched in his face. 

“What happened?” Hambone asked, cautiously, aware that John was at his limits. 

“Not a clue,” John ground out, pushing the hair off of Gale’s face, eyes searching for any sign of what was ailing the man. Hambone huffed but took a step back, dropping it, nonetheless. 

John sat there, unmoving, until Gale stirred 10 minutes later. He breathed a sigh of relief when Gale’s eyes blinked open, hazy with the remnants of unconsciousness. 

“Buck,” John greeted him. Gale blinked up at him, curling into a tighter ball, pulling the blankets and jacket tighter around him, making the nest smaller. 

“John,” he croaked out. 

“Do you need some water?” John offered, holding up the cup Hambone had bought a few minutes ago. Gale nodded and started to try to push himself up. John hushed him and adjusted himself so he could pull Gale’s head into his lap, letting him lay against his stomach, and bringing the cup to his lips. 

“They gave me… something…” Gale said after he drank the cupful, barely above a whisper. 

“What?” 

“I don’t know,” Gale muttered sadly, “I can’t turn.” 

“... Can’t… What?” John asked, not following. 

“Whatever they gave me,” Gale cleared his throat letting his eyes close, “it blocked me from turnin’.” 

“H-how is that even possible…?” John stared down at Gale, confused. 

“Dunno,” Gale muttered, shifting to roll onto his side, nuzzling against John’s thigh.

“What does that mean?” John tried to pry information out Gale. 

“I didn’t turn last night,” Gale bit out, frustration tinging his voice, “I dunno when I can turn, again,” Gale continued, eyes screwed shut to avoid looking at John. John processed this quietly– for once– and let his hand stroke through Gale’s dirty hair, scratching gently behind his ear. Gale tilted his head slightly, tension easing out of his shoulders at the familiar, soothing feeling. John knew he liked it more as a wolf, of course, but that he still enjoyed the soft affections as a human. 

Neither of them spoke, then, just letting the truth wash over them, the silence comfortable. John was aware the moment Gale’s breaths slowed and deepened, turning into the easy breathing of sleep, and John was relieved. He shuffled the other, carefully, and curled up in the nest of threadbare blankets around the other, tucking the blond’s head under his chin. It didn’t take him long, not with Buck’s scent in his nose, for sleep to claim him too.

[whumpfish]

Romantic Relationships, Abuse, and Aftermath: A Reference Post From a Survivor

I've seen way too many posts lately about how to avoid writing abusive romantic relationships where it becomes obvious a few sentences in that the person writing it has no experience with the subject. These posts tend to be based on pop psychology and an overzealous desire to remove "problematic" content from all media. A desire to create a perfect world where everyone uses their words even if they're furious, everyone says what they mean and means what they say, and misunderstandings are cleared up cleanly, calmly, and politely.

The first problem with this is that that's not how humans work. I know I don't talk to everyone like I'm in a joint therapy session with them in every conversation I have, and statistically speaking, neither do you. There's no logical reason why fictional characters should. The second problem is that these posts often misidentify signs of abuse in a misdirecting and reductive way that is frankly a little insulting.

As a survivor, it is disturbing to me to see ordinary angry behaviors like shouting or swearing or not listening during arguments called abuse, when all of us have done at least one of these things during a fight without abusing the person we were fighting with. Yelling during an argument is not abuse. Yelling during every argument can be abuse. Starting arguments just to yell, to holler the other person into submission, is always abuse. Yelling and shouting and swearing in arguments as well as everything else is always abuse. Habitually yelling about insignificant things is always abuse. As for swearing, hell, I swear casually. I just did, in fact. And I defy you to find me one individual (who is not a therapist) who has never once not listened to someone mid-fight.

The defining characteristic of abuse has nothing to do with volume or swearing or how well a person listens. Abuse is not principally defined by the what, but the why. The defining characteristic of abuse is control. That control can be achieved through repeated violence or volume or language or refusal to admit fault, but control is the aim.

Gaslighting is abuse with the goal of controlling the victim's perception of reality. Physical and verbal abuse is done with the intent to create submission, control the victim through fear. Never admitting fault is abuse that seeks to control the narrative of the relationship. Insincere apology focused solely on the continuation of the relationship is abuse with the goal of controlling the victim's agency and decision making, controlling what they're willing to put up with.

That control manifests in a fundamental change in the victim. If the victim is screamed at and punished for not doing the dishes, they will do the dishes like their life depends on it. They will do other people's dishes. If the victim is screamed at or otherwise punished for having good relationships with friends and family, they will hide, reduce, or end those relationships. If a victim is constantly harangued and called broken and worthless and brainless, they will stop giving their opinion. They will lose confidence in themselves. If a victim is punished for doing things "without permission," they will ask permission for things they logically know they shouldn't have to. Victims become subservient where they were once independent, meek where they were once opinionated, hesitant where they were once bold. If they are told that nobody else will want them, and the people who have them are always one mistake away from abandoning them forever, they become desperate to keep that relationship no matter how bad things get.

They are controlled by the behavior of their abuser.

Any one of us could have a bad day or one too many shots or one too few coffees and holler at somebody, or say mean things we don't actually think just because we're in our feelings about something. What takes these behaviors from a fight to abuse is whether it's done to establish or maintain control, whether it goes beyond the resolution of whatever the fight's about.

[xcaptain-winterx]

i need more dad!lloyd in my life

Funeral Planning

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd won’t stop until he finds what’s his

warnings: angst, fluff, gun, blood, murder, angry Lloyd, baby

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

They know they fucked up, like really fucked up. There’s no way they are going to see the next day. They got told that this is the most dangerous part of the job, but it looked that easy. Why should it be that hard, you only watch and nothing else. If they only knew that this job would be their death sentence. All of them are running around, checking every corner in hopes of maybe seeing the next day.

“What are you doing here?”

They are not going to see the next day.

The men turn around to see Lloyd standing there with crossed arms and a glare that would haunt everyone who looked at him. Lloyd Hansen is already scary when he’s doing nothing, but seeing him now makes you want to shoot yourself. All of them look at each other, thinking of who should sacrifice themself for the team.

“If you don’t tell me why you’re all here and not the place you are suppose to be, I’m going to cut off all your guys fucking erection incompetent dicks and send them to your mothers!” Lloyd screams.The new guy decides to step forward

“We cant find him”

A bang is heard and the guy falls to the floor, a bullet between his eyes. The men look at Lloyd and see the steam coming out off his ears.

Lloyd clenches his jaw, looking at them with so much anger “What the fuck do you mean with you cant find him. WHERE IS MY SON!” he looks at the silent men before he raises his gun again and shoots another man, “TELL ME!”

“We were watching him like you told us, sir. Then we looked down the hallway because we heard the two man with the milk for your son coming, and when we looked back he was gone” the man next to the two corps goes. Four more bangs echos through the hallway, four more bodies falling to the floor.

Veins popping out off his neck,”So you are telling me that a child, MY child, who can barly crawl, somehow crawled off his play mat and past twelve of my men?!” Lloyd speaks, stepping closer“Not only don’t any of you know where he is, but he also hasn’t eaten anything?! He gets his second milk at exactly 3pm, now we have 3:47pm. Does that mean that my son is missing since almost AN HOUR?!”

“Well yeah, we-“, Lloyd shoots the man right between his eyes.

He walks over to the corpse and starts kicking “MOTHERFUCKING MORONS” he screams, while not stopping. Ones he’s finished he looks at the other men“Get every fucking man in this building to search for my son, check every security camera and let someone guard the windows and doors. You five come with me.” Lloyd commands“If someone took my son, I will make sure that every single person in this building gets what they deserve.”he turns around and the men follow.

Lloyd knows what anger feels like. Every time someone looks at sunshine he gets angry and wishes to kill them, which he does. This is a different feeling though, he not only feels angry at them but also at himself. He left his son alone with those idiots and now he doesn’t know where or how his son is.

They walk from room to room, checking every corner until they make sure that he’s not in there before locking it. A big house is amazing and an absolute must have for him, but now he’s really regretting having one.

Lloyd is desperately looking everywhere, no one will stop him until he finds LJ. Truth is, Lloyd will indeed kill everyone, but only if he doesn’t get killed before that. He cant tell sunshine that these morons lost their son. She would kill him. She would kill him for hiring the people who lost him. He’s not ready to plan his funeral yet.

A man comes to Lloyd “We checked the cameras outside, no one got in or out. One camera is defect though”

Lloyd turns pale “Search outside, everywhere, search the whole fucking maze, the woods and the road, do not get back before you find him. And bring the man who’s responsible for the cameras to the basement!”

“The chances that he is outside are about 1%. All windows are closed and if someone would’ve opened one an alarm would’ve gone off.” the man speaks.

“Do I look like I give a single FUCK! 1% is not zero, so go and search outside!”. Of course Lloyd knows that the chances are slim that LJ is outside or that someone took him, but he knows that his list of people that don’t like him is long and on top of that list is Court and the bitch Suzanne. She doesn’t have the skills to get inside, but Court does. If Court took his son, oh boy, a war is going to break out.

Lloyd only realizes now that a tear left his eye. Its never a good sign when the sociopath cries. He wipes it away before continuing checking every room, while half of his men are now searching outside. He’s nowhere though.

They searched all rooms on all floors, but he’s not there.

“Where is he?!” Lloyd screams at the men that just came back up stairs.

“We couldn’t find him inside or outside, si-“ another two shots, another two bodies.

He doesn’t even realize how much blood is on him or how many bodies are now laying on each floor. Finding LJ is the only thing he cares about. “Check every room, and corner outside again!”. The men now run around way faster from room to room, corner to corner, scared what will happen if they don’t find Lloyds son.

While all of them are running around Lloyd is now slowly walking to LJs nursery. He feels his chest tightening with every second, no air goes down his throat and his eyes begin to water. He unlocks the door and walks over to the crib, LJs blanket still laying inside it. Lloyd looks at it for a second before breaking down, tears streaming down his face. To people Lloyd always seems like the big sociopath who doesn’t have a heart, but he does, a big one. There’s no other man who loves his family more than him, who loves his wife more, who loves his baby more. He knows he’s not the world greatest dad and will probably never be, but he loves his son.

“Where are you, junior? Fuck, where are you!” he screams, knowing there will be no answer. Lloyd swore on his life to protect him and he failed. LJ could be kidnapped or somewhere in this building starving and his father is here, crying on the floor.

He needs to find him, he can cry later, but not now. He will be strong for his son.

Lloyd stands back up and walks out off the room, speed walking down the hallway. In hurry he misses the flowers, standing in a 4 feet vase on the floor, which were meant to be for sunshine but are most likely to be for his funeral now. The vase falls over and lands directly on his foot “YOU FUCKING DRY ASS PLANT!”

Trying to calm down he hears a noise coming from the master bedroom. The door is locked so he unlocks it and grabs his gun. The men already searched and then locked the door, which means no one should be in it. Maybe a intruder is in there, maybe the man who took his son is in there. Lloyd doesn’t wait a second longer and slams the door open and goes in it “KNOCK KNOCK ASSHOLE”

Lloyd looks at the room, but sees no one. He checks the curtains, fireplace and the walk-in closet, but still sees no one or the source of the sound, not even on the balcony. If sunshine knew how many people he pushed off this balcony because they came in while she was sleeping and he didn’t want them to wake his sunshine up. Gun still raised, he walks over to the bathroom door, the only place he hasn’t checked yet. The men locked the door and at this point he doesn’t have the patience to unlock it, so he kicks it open”

“Where are you, you fucking piece of sh-“ Lloyd stops when he sees his son looking right at him with big glossy eyes and a shocked expression, while laying on his tummy, Mr. Mustaches ear in his right hand. LJs lower lip begins to quiver and tears fill his eyes.

“Oh, junior” Lloyd rushes over to him just as he begins to cry, he holds him close to his chest, scared that he will otherwise disappear. Unknown to him, his own eyes begin to water. LJ doesn’t stop crying, even as Lloyd begins swaying back and forth. “Its ok, everything is ok. Don’t cry, don’t cry” he doesn’t know if he’s trying to calm LJ down or himself. It doesn’t work though. Tears start to leak out off Lloyds eyes. He sinks to the floor with LJ, who is holding on his fathers shirt, staining it with his tears, “I’m sorry that dada scared you”.

The teddy is laying on the floor next to them, so Lloyd pick him up and shows him LJ, “Look, your second favorite mustache wearing man” giving him a sad smile. LJ turns his head slightly, looking at the bear before reaching for it. His cries now turning to small whines.

Lloyd brings the bear closer to LJ, so he can touch him. Both of them stopped crying at this point.

How could does idiots miss LJ in the bathroom, either they are blind or they didn’t even search this room. It doesn’t matter, they are going to die.

“How did you even get in here and why?”, Lloyd ask him, rubbing his small back. The baby looks at him, clearly not understanding what his dad is saying, instead he pulls the bear closer. Suddenly Lloyd understands why.

Last night LJ slept with Sunshines and him in their bed. In the morning Sunshine fed and changed LJs diaper and then put him down on the play mat in his nursery. Before sunshine left she told him to grab Mr. Mustache and give him to LJ because he was still in their room, otherwise LJ would get whiney.

He forgot about it.

“Dada is sorry that he forgot your bear” Lloyd kisses his forehead “can you forgive him?”. LJ looks up at his dad and gives him a goofy smile, while blabbering something. Lloyd smiles, standing up with his son and Mr. Mustache in his arms, “I take that as a yes. Now dada is going to give you a bottle milk and then he’s going to have a not so nice talk with his colleagues”

He walks out the bathroom with a smile, happy that sunshine wont kill him. Lloyd looks down at his son and his smile quickly vanishes. Under all the adrenaline he didn’t realize that his clothes and face had blood all over him. He hold LJ against it and now his son is locking like a mini version of him. “Fuck”.

He grabs his sons hand, as LJ tries to put his fist in his mouth and rushes back to the bathroom. Laying him and the bear in the tub, he searches for a towel, “where are the goddam towels!”. He stops searching when he hears a cry, turning back he sees LJ looking like he’s going to explode, “Shit” he’s hungry.

Lloyd dives forward when he sees him trying to put his fist back in his mouth, holding it gently, so he cant do it.

Two man suddenly walk in, “We searched all rooms again and still cant find him. Also yo-“ they stop when they see their bosses son.

“NO SHIT. HES IN THE ROOM YOU FUCKING LOCKED!”

LJ starts screaming

“No junior, everything is ok” Lloyd says, still holding his hand. He turns to the men “bring me a bottle”

“We just wanted to inform you that-“

“I said bring me a FUCKING BOTTLE” Lloyd screams, not being able to be louder than his sons screaming. One man runs away to bring the bottle, while the other stays on his spot and gathers the courage to speak.

“Sir”

“WHAT”

“Mrs. Hansens driver just passed the gate” he says. Lloyd turns pale for a second, and looks around. Blood in the bathroom, on him, on the baby, on the bear, his men running around the whole property, god knows how many bodies on each floor and a screaming hungry baby.

“Oh, shit”, looks like he really has to plan his funeral.

[ghoul333]

serial lover

chapter one(?)

pairing: billy x f!reader

wc: 2.8k

summary: billy wants to kill you, but you change his mind last minute.

warnings: angst, murder, swearing, fluff(?)

a/n: i used both their point of views so i hope it came out alright. i definitely want to write another chapter. hope you enjoy! <3

He looked at you from afar. Lurking in the bushes, watching your every move. It was pretty much turning into a daily routine. He wanted you, bad. Billy was heavily debating when to break in one of these nights to kill you. Lucky for him, tonight might be the night, your parents weren't home and your siblings were nowhere to be seen. Just you, sitting pretty on your bed and staring at the ceiling.

You were the perfect victim. It had been a few years since the first killing spree in Woodsboro. Everything for the most part had gone back to normal. They thought about it for a while, and considering they had succeeded the first time, Billy and Stu decided to give it another go. Only for this job was Billy on his own, Stu being with his girlfriend.

A kind, innocent girl like you? That would be fun. Though you had never wronged the pair, you were somewhat of a loner. Quiet but willing to help when needed. Might've been a distasteful move, but damn was Billy eager to hear what your screams sounded like.

And now that you were alone, it was the perfect time to play a game.

Only you weren't.

Your brother in law, Ian, was in the living room, watching a hockey game.

Billy got into a stance when he saw you getting up from the bed, figuring you would leave the room. Instead, you paced in circles. He looked down at your hands, you were flicking your index finger against your thumb, as if it was out of anxiety. You seemed to be contemplating something.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Billy having to duck down so you wouldn't spot him. It would be a different story if he was dressed up as himself, you two were acquainted after all, having one or two classes together. But he wasn't exactly 'himself' right now, he was Ghostface. Though he and Ghostface were one in the same, you didn't know that. You would only see a masked psycho hiding in your bushes.

He was about to pick up his cellphone to call your house phone, but something stopped him. His hand was frozen in place. When he looked back to you, he noticed a change in your expression.

You were crying in the mirror.

Billy cocked his head. What the fuck was this? One minute you're fine and seemingly calm. Then the next minute you're crying as if something traumatic happened.

He raised his brows, surprised when you stopped crying immediately, as if on cue. Your eyes had been glossy but were now completely dry.

Holy shit. Where did you learn that? He thought.

You didn't look sad anymore. In fact there was no emotion at all and for some reason, Billy loved it.

—

You wiped the tears off your face and stared at yourself in the mirror. Taking a deep breath.

Was that believable?  I think so.

A part of you wished you had someone here to let you know, but this was something you needed to do by yourself. You didn't even know if you were gonna go through with it, but the urge wouldn’t leave your mind.

Hearing a loud cheer from the other room, you groaned in disgust. You had a hard time believing your family would leave Ian here with you. Especially after all the shit you've taken from him.

You could confidently say that you hated your brother in law. Your sister disappointed you, putting up with trash like him and you resented your family for tolerating it for as long as they have. For over a year, he had lived in your house. Being nothing but a bum. Always being a fucking asshole to you and your family, then making you feel like shit when you call him out.

He could get away with it too. The fact your father was rarely in town made it easy and you hated it. You hated him. You wanted him gone, for good.

You knew there was only one way. No matter how many fights, he wouldn't leave. Refused to.

If he was gone, everything would be fine. It'd take time for some people to heal, but this was for the best.

Thinking about it put a smile on your face. Even though the inhuman thoughts ashamed you, you couldn't help but let them excite you at the same time. Never in your life had you wanted to do something like this, but you craved to see that piece of shit suffer. This would be the only time, and hopefully you wouldn't get caught.

You opened up your drawer, pulling out some scissors, studying them for a few seconds before putting them back.

You weren't ready to get blood on your hands. You looked around your room, trying to find something easy and simple. You looked down at your rack of shoes. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

You pulled the lace from one of your old sneakers, you'd have to dump them afterwards but you wouldn't miss them. While you wrapped the string around both your hands, something came over you. You didn't even realize you were walking to the living room, until you were standing right behind him while he watched his game. At that point, your body was doing the talking. Fuck what was actually right. Fuck morals.

Billy watched all this, following your every move. He cursed himself for not noticing the other obvious person in the house. How stupid. If he decided to pursue you there was a greater chance he wouldn't get away. Stu would've had to come. You kind of saved him there.

Seeing the single shoelace in your grip and standing so close behind Ian, he was actually anticipating your next move. Which surprised him, you had him on the edge of his seat. You had opened his eyes in those last few minutes. You had him so confused.

He had been watching you for days, basically knew your day and night routine. So, where did this come from? You put on an act, even for yourself?

He couldn't deny he thought you were, somewhat, adorable. Many victims had been adorable, but being adorable doesn't mean shit to Billy. If he wanted to gut you, he would.

There were times where you would just sit and stare into a void, but he didn't really think anything of it. He didn't realize how fucked up in the head you really were.

He couldn't kill you now, definitely not. You were turning out to be just as insane as he was. Billy felt drawn to you. He was rooting for you.

You stood there long enough for Ian to notice your presence behind him. Not even turning around, he opened his mouth.

"What the fuck do you wa-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before you wrapped the shoelace around his neck, attempting to strangle him.

Hearing him speak irritated the fuck out of you. You'd rather cut your own ears off, but why do that? He should just simply stop talking.

He was strong, but you gave yourself props for not wearing socks, your feet were planted firmly on the ground, and they weren't going anywhere. His arms were violently swinging, voice coming out in gargles. How long did I need to do this for? Maybe a plastic bag would've been easier.

It felt like forever until he quit moving. Eventually, his arms fell limp and his breathing stopped. You stood there for a moment, the lace still wrapped around him. Had you killed him?

You decided you wanted to be sure, jerking the shoelace against his neck just one more time.

Suddenly his arm flew up, grabbing the shoelace and trying to jerk your body forward. You begin to struggle against him, pulling the lace as tight as you could so he couldn't grip it, but he was able to overpower you within seconds. Yanking you over the sofa he had been sitting on, you groaned in pain as your back hit the floor. The air being knocked out of you.

Where did that adrenaline come from?

Watching you flip like that, for some reason, worried Billy. Even he thought you had him. He couldn't let this happen, he felt the strong urge to come to your rescue. Sure, some random guy dying by the hands of ghostface didn't fit the route they were trying to take, but Billy was going to protect you tonight. He needed to.

He quickly got up from where he was crouched, beginning to creep his way towards the house. He figured he needed to move fast considering how much smaller you were compared to the man you were trying to murder.

"You little fucking bitch!" Ian managed to seethe, voice extremely hoarse. He got up from where he was standing and grabbed you by the hair, making you cry out pain. Billy heard the commotion from outside, and the sound he'd been wanting to hear. He didn't like it. Why?

Why did it make him angry to hear you in pain?

You wanted to avoid eye contact with Ian, but he yanked your hair again, making you face him. The look in his eyes seemed hungry, and not in a good way.

He gave you a vile smile, before slapping you across the face, making you tumble to the floor once again. You slowly reached up, touching your cheek. A single tear threatened to fall but you quickly blinked it away. It burned, almost vibrating from the impact. You knew the slap was hard enough for blood to come through.

Fuck.

You figured you were screwed, if you knew he was gonna grab you like that you would've just duct taped him to the coach. You really did not think this one through, even though you had been thinking about it for months on end.

You felt his body heat centimeters away from you. Looking up at him, he hovered over you.

"Thank you for finally giving me a reason to do that." He said, his tone spilling venom. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

You just stared at him, you weren't scared or upset. You couldn't even be mad, you just attempted to strangle your sisters husband. What could've been expected? You probably didn't have a great chance of succeeding anyway, but you couldn't fight your urges anymore.

People like him deserved death.

You didn't have time to process another thought before Ian picked you up, throwing you against the wall. You yelped as your side impacted harshly against the wood floor. You didn't even want to look at him anymore, you had failed and were probably gonna die, or get beat into a coma.

You didn't feel him grab you again. You didn't feel him pin you against the wall. You didn't feel the corner of the table next you digging into your side. You didn't feel anything. Not even the tears falling from your eyes.

"Don't cry now darling," He whispered in your ear, you shuddered in disgust. "This is what you wanted."

His voice made you want to vomit. Cigarettes and cheap beer leaking off his tongue. Even with him up to your ear, you could smell it. He was so fucking close. Everything about this man made you sick. You couldn't understand how your sister slept beside this thing at night.

He held your body against his while he shifted his hands. They wrapped around your throat and squeezed, very hard. You couldn't breathe. You wanted to just let it happen but your body was thinking ahead of you, once again. You grabbed his hands, trying to pry him off.

You actually couldn't fucking breathe. You were going to die, staring into this mans lifeless eyes, hearing his heaving breathing...his body pressed against yours. You would rather get stabbed to death. Or burned alive. You just didn't want him to be the last thing you saw before you died. You didn't want to die.

I fucked up.

Maybe you were selfish too. You were better off just hurting yourself to ease the pain. You couldn't get him off you and it was painful. Your vision was starting to blur.

You used your feet to try and push him off you, but your attempts failed.

Unexpectedly, you fell to the floor with a thud. You quickly inhaled a large breath of air, a small coughing spell following. You couldn't hear or see anything in that moment, just trying to get up, desperately trying to regain your strength.

Breathing had never felt so good.

Weak and in pain, you used one hand to guide your way up the wall, while the other one held your throat. As you regained your vision and started to focus on your surroundings, you began to hear struggling. Lots of struggling. You were confused, you thought it was just the both of you. As you looked up, you noticed a cloaked figure on top of  Ian.

Billy had gotten into the house from your laundry room window, finding the entrance a few days ago when he was planning how he would kill you. He crept in, being as quiet as a ghost. When he turned the corner, he saw Ian pressing you deep against the wall. He watched you struggle and fight, a few tears falling from your eyes.

He tackled your brother in law to the floor, making him lose his grip on you. Billy managed to gain the upper hand quickly, getting on top of him and wrapping his hands around his throat. Ian kicked his legs, but it did no good. Billy was too far up on his chest, sinking all his body weight onto him.

You stood there and watched. You were confused and shocked on what was happening, on where this guy came from. You looked down, noticing a knife next to the person in the black cloak. You begin to panic a little inside, wondering whether this person was saving your life or here to take you both out.

It only then hit you that the knife and the black costume seemed way too familiar.

Oh shit...It can't be.

Was this, The Ghostface?

From what you and the rest of Woodsboro knew, that killer who committed all those murders years ago was supposed to be dead. So what was he doing here?

You snapped back into reality when you heard Ian trying to speak. Looking at the both of them, you saw Ian's arms swing violently once again. Billy had managed to dodge most the swings, his arms steadily pressing down on Ian's throat. He did take a few hits to the face though, but he had been through worse.

It wasn't until he started reaching for the mask.

Billy could only lean back so far, if he tried anymore Ian would gain the upper hand in a matter of seconds. He usually didn’t care, since they were going to be dead anyway, but he wasn’t going to kill you.

You noticed what was happening, even with Ghostface's back turned to you. You slowly crept your way towards them, until you could see Ian's face again.

His eyes were wide as plates and his skin looked tight as the killer pushed down on his throat. Ian's eyes snapped to you, making Billy turn his head a little to see you in his peripheral vision. You could tell by the look in Ian's eyes that he wanted your help.

Tough shit.

You slowly walked around the two, Ian was convinced you were gonna help him, beginning to reach for the mask again, fingers brushing the mouth, trying to find a grip. You kneeled, grabbing Ian's arms, pinning him down. Your gazed flickered towards the mask killer, to find he was already looking in your direction.

You decided to flash him a smile. Though you couldn't see behind that mask, Billy had the same expression.

You lowered your body down, until your mouth was leveled with Ian's ear. He was trying to fight against you, but he had no more strength. He was done for.

"See you in hell, fat shit." You spoke into his ear.

Gargles could only be heard, and the hockey game playing on the tv was basically non existent. The life Ian once had, was now gone. You slowly stood up, ghostface doing the same. You both looked at his lifeless body.

“I don’t know whether I should say thank you, or start running.” You said, letting out a laugh. It hurt like hell to speak. Your eyes moved to the masked killer and once again, he was already looking at you.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, before he took a step closer to you. You didn’t back up, and for some reason you didn’t feel afraid. Billy reached out his hand, lightly touching your throat.

You weirdly didn’t mind the feeling, you weren’t scared of his touch, in fact, it was very gentle.

His hand trailed up, cupping the cheek that had been slapped. His thumb lightly rubbed your cheek and you couldn’t help but sigh.

“Thank you.” You told him, but he didn’t say anything. You knew he couldn’t speak, he wasn’t gonna let you find out who he was. If you recognized the voice or didn’t there was still a chance.

A car pulling up into the driveway made you and Billy snap your attention to the front of the house. He looked at you once again, seeing the fear in your eyes. He had to help you out some more, and you couldn’t be awake for it to work.

“I’m sorry.” Billy lowly mumbled, before knocking you unconscious.

[jaeskitty]

PAYBACK | Lee Taeyong

➝ While your badboy boyfriend was being nice to you,you should have acted nice to keep it going that way unlike the way you did.So now you have to pay for your action. Well, didn't it go as you planned though?

Pairing : Badboy!Taeyong X Fem!Reader ft Nakamoto Yuta.

Theme|Genre : Smut! Smut!! Smut!!!

Warnings: cursing,some dirty talk,fingering, breast fondling+sucking,semi-public sex,angry sex,degradation,orgasm denial and marking.

Word count : 1.6K words

A/N : Okay guys so this is my first smut oneshot?!Am I nervous about posting it? A BIG YES!Hope y'all will like it. Don't forget to leave a feedback behind. Thank you and have a good day or night or whenever you're reading this<333

You were dancing in the club,not so wasted but but you were tipsy. The loud music made your body move in sync with it,the people around you were mazed in their own moves and a pair of eyes which were fixated on you was getting you all wet down there. Your boyfriend was a well-known badboy of your college yet he always babied you. Your adorable features never even made him think for once that you'd want him to fuck the shit of you.

All of a sudden,you felt a hand snake around your waist as one of your guy friends,Yuta,joined you on the dance floor,being all touchy. You were enjoying it. Grinding against his body as he did the same,you were just having fun. But the owner of the eyes which were scanning all your actions from your head to toe was surely not having fun. Not even close to it.

"Taeyong!",you yellingly gasped as you felt your boyfriend grab your hand harshly and snatching you away from the nice little dance partner you had made right there. One harsh pull and you were back to your senses. "What the fuck do you think you're doing,Y/n?", Your boyfriend yelled out admist the loud music being played on as Yuta held his both hands up as if he'd seen a cop. Taeyong was so furious that has veins were almost Popping out and his eyes were pouring his anger out through his sharp and fierce gaze on you,a gaze that could kill you. "Taeyong..I- I can explain",you tried to explain as he cut you off mid-sentence,"I don't need explanations. I need you to pay for it",his eyes visibly darkened as he pulled you out of that club.

"Get inside", he commanded you arriving to the parking lot,indicating his car. "Taeyong- please listen to me. I wasn't in my senses","Get the fuck in,Y/n!",his loud voice echoed throughout the whole basement. You slightly flinched at it and being scared you opened the front passenger seat to get in as he stopped your hand,"Not in here,get in the backseat",he again commanded coldly with his voice being husky and his eyes being so dark as if his anger was about start dropping from it.Obeying to him,you quickly got in the backseat.

This version of Taeyong was really unknown to you because you always knew him as a cute boy with an adorable personality because that's what he was to you. You always heard about his bad deeds and saw how people were afraid of him but this was your first time encountering it,your plan succeeded.This version of him was truly surprising yet scary.

The first thing he did after getting you both stuffed in the backseat was pinning you on the window and attaching his lips to yours. He harshly bit your lower lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues clashed against each other as he aggressively started to get your clothes off. His mouth broke the kiss and started to trail down to your neck.Lewd moans started to leave your lips which turned him on even more. Licking the sides of your neck he started to give sloppy kisses all around your neck and collarbone before he dagged his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck. Giving you a very purple hickey. Marking you as only his.Your nails unknowingly dipped themselves into his shoulder as you held onto them for support while whimpering because of the sexy torture he was doing on your neck. Without even giving you a chance to settle down,he slid his finger under your dress and started to rub on your clothed wet core. A smirk formed up on his lips when he realised that you were already wet for him,"Already wet? I haven't even started yet,you horny slut",you were so helpless under his touch that you were probably not even in this world at that point. He softly pushed your panty aside and merciless slid 2 fingers at once inside your pussy and started to pump so harshly as well as curling them inside making you wince in pain and pleasure because each time he hit your g-spot like no one else. His fingers were being so abusive yet you were wanting more of it. "Do you like my fingers in you,bitch?",he asked you with a wicked smile displayed on his pretty innocent face,"Yes,yes, Taeyong",you admitted breathlessly in between your loud moans,"you make me feel so good.I want to cum on your fingers please", you begged. "Do you want to cum on my fingers? Are you about to cum?",he asked you again and just as you were about to tell him that you were close he pulled his finger out making you groan in frustration. "Taeyong- give me please", you Almost cried while begging again.

"you're such a slut. You don't deserve to call me by my name",he replied sucking of your juices from his fingers,"You taste nice by the way. Should I eat you out? Do u deserve that?",he teased you.

"Taeyong... please","don't call me by my name!",he yelled again, "Okay Daddy...",you snapped back slowly rubbing his build up clothed bulge.Taeyong gulped hard at the sudden nickname you gave him.You took off your dress in a snap. He looked at you with his dirty eyes.You slowly untied his belt and got his pants down to his knees followed by his boxer. He let you do it as he sat back and watched you being so dirty for him. Your face looked so slutty and horny,it was so not like the innocent,naive girl that he had fallen for but he loved the way you were for him,so dirty and disgusting under his touch. But suddenly he remembered how you were grinding your ass against another man a while ago,your ass which belonged to no one but Taeyong.

With a swift move,he yanked your panty down and pulled you up on his dick. Grinding your naked bodies against each other. He pulled your bra down, revealing your breasts to him. He quickly took one of them inside his mouth, sucking hard as well as biting your nipple and played with the other one. The tip of his dick was nipping on your core,begging to be pushed inside,and your core was begging to have it getting lose inside you. He let go of your breast and took another one in his mouth,giving it the same amount of attention as he did to the other one.He slightly moaned against your nipple. The vibration made your core almost rain down your juices on his dick.Being temporarily done with your boobs he decided to focus on other things.He pulled his head up and You tried to attach your lips to Taeyong's again but before you could do it, Taeyong, without any warning,harshly pushed his huge dick inside your hungry core making you almost scream in pain,your eyes instantly watered at the sudden torment."You like grinding on men,don't you?Did u think of getting fucked by him in your tight little pussy tonight?",he asked wickedly before thrusting in you again,"Answer me,you fucking whore!",he commanded. "no no Taeyong",you cried out in pain,"I only wanted to get your attention. I thought you were not into these things",you confessed,as he mercilessly thrusted in you again,"Attention? I give all of that to you but you can't see it. How can you? You're busy being a slut in clubs",He conveyed as his anger overtook his whole being. "I'm sorry I'll never do it again. I belong to you only. I'm only your whore,daddy please",you begged him as he increased his pace.

"I told you babygirl,I don't need explanations nor your apologies,I need you to pay for it", Taeyong spit as he fucked you hard in that car. You should've known that the nicest looking boys are harshest in sheets.

A few more harsh trusts and you got used to it,it started to bring pleasure to you beside the pain your core was being put through. Your moans were so loud that anyone who passed by your car could hear it. Your car was a dancing car anyways. He felt you clenching around his dick."Daddy,I'm close-",you alerted him. "Cum on me,my slut,cum on my dick",he permitted you. Without spending any time you rained on his dick,after a few more thursts,he felt his dick twitching inside you as he emptied inside you.

You both were panting heavily after this amazing session of you being panfully punished by his big dick. In between your pants,"I love you, Taeyong",you confessed all over again breathlessly. "I'm not done with you yet,get dressed and sit in the front seat,let's go home",he replied with his dark eyes and his husky voice coldly indicating that this was just the beginning of your "pay back" that he had mentioned earlier.

You pulled away and sighed before getting your clothes back on thinking how this was going to be a very long and painful night.

"If this is how you're gonna punish me for my misbehaves,I might have to do this again",you thought to yourself on your way back home.

©neozhoen's . All rights reserved.

[inupibaldspot]

Letters and Fights

Request by : @aliendoggo

Paring : Baji x Female Reader.

Synopsis: You kick Baji and then help him write a letter to make up for it

Baji has had enough! He huffed as he walked along a path which led him to a quiet place a bit out of school campus which had an area covered with bushes and trees. I'll write my letter here.

Chifuyu always helped Baji when he wrote his letters but yesterday the former ended up laughing at the way Baji made an error on his letter which was so not cool of him. Baji thought.

Now Baji was walking to this quiet area where he was sure not many people would come and interrupt him.

So he pulled out his pen placing a paper on top of a book and started writing.

Deer Kazutora,

Recently I have been studying queet a lot, I even brought glasses.

Mickey and Draken said people who wear glasses are more intilijent.

Baji was going to continue more when-. "Meow~" His ears perked at the tiny sound and he started looking around.From the corner of his eyes, he saw movement in the bushes so he started making his way.

A small kitten popped its head out and looked at him,meowing. Baji laughed to himself making him extend his hand and gently starts petting it. "Hey there."

The kitten leaned into his touching making Baji melt on the spot. Upon hearing the kitten still meowing, he smiled. "I'll bring you some food later- URK!"

Baji was sent flying. He cursed as he pulled himself up. That kick was probably as strong as Mikey's. He thought as spit out the blood he had formed in his mouth.

"You're the one who did that to Mayo aren't you?" The person started pointing at him.

"The hell?" Baji whispered in confusion as to why a girl popped out of blue,kicked him several feet away and now was shouting at him. Plus why is this girl so strong?!

"I can't believe people like you exist?! What did the Mayo even do to you?" The girl shook her head.

Baji snapped. "Who the hell are you and Who the hell is Mayo? I was just writing a letter when you suddenly came here and kicked the shit outta me!"

The person's expression flattered. "You're not the one... Ehh?" The person trailed her eyes to indeed see some stationaries lying around.

The girl suddenly did a deep bow. "I'm sorry! Recently someone has been harassing the kitten over there and even taped her mouth so that she couldn't eat." They explained. "I came up here and saw you near the kitten and thought it was you who did those."

"My name is Y/N and the kitten over there is Mayo..." You introduced yourself.

"My name is Baji Keisuke." Baji sighed, his anger dissipating. I mean... They were just looking after the cat.

"By the way I just peaked into your letter and..." You nervously played with your hand. "You have a lot of spelling errors over there."

"Wait really?" Baji approached you and picked up the letter as he leaned towards you. "Which part?"

You picked up the pen which was on the ground and pointed at the errors. "Here and here... this part too."

You suddenly beamed,clapping your hands together in realization. "How about I help you proof read your letter as a way of apologizing for the kick earlier?"

Baji beamed at the suggestion. "You will? Thanks!"

This meeting continued even after Baji finished writing his letter. Y/N said she'll always be there to help him with his studies so it became a sort of regular meeting between Y/N, Baji and Mayo.

When Baji would write his letters, you will be playing with Mayo but when you started proof reading Baji would be the one playing with Mayo instead. Baji enjoyed these moments a lot.

The way you would patiently explain where he made mistakes, the way you scrunched your nose figuring out his handwriting, the way you made baby voices when talking to Mayo. All of these made Baji feel happy? Relaxed? Content? He wondered what word could be used to describe what he was feeling.

Baji walked to their usual spot but instead of you,he saw a group of boy. There were six students and from their uniforms he could guess that they were High School Students.

A sharp cry of a cat was heard followed by laughters. On a closer look one of the boys had Mayo held whereas the poor kitten was obviously struggling. Your words on how Mayo had tape stuck on her mouth flashed into his brain.

"Damn,this cat won't stop struggling." One of the boys said. "Maybe we should tape it's limbs this time."

Suddenly a large impact was felt on his face making him drop the kitten. "What the hell?!"

"What were you doing with Mayo?!"

Baji went into crazy mode as he jumped on the boy and punching him until he passed out. The remaining boys also joins the fight.

Don't get me wrong. Baji is strong but right now he was heavily outnumbered and his opponents were high school students. They were physically bigger putting Baji in a disadvantage since Baji was only in middle school.

"Shit..." Baji huffed as his vision start to blur. He managed to beat two more of the high schooler but then three more still remained. One of him hit Baji hard making him fall onto the ground.

"You need some help?" Why the hell was he seeing you face? Just when Baji was about to pass out your face suddenly came into view.

"Go away, little girl~" The high school said in a mocking tone. Baji confirmed that you were indeed here and that he wasn't imagining anything.

"Guess you're the guys who were tormenting Mayo..."

"Mayo? Who the hell is Mayo-"

Before the boy could complete his sentence, you jumped at him,punching his face in. Before others could react you quickly turned to the other dude and kicked him,making him stumble.

The last high schooler ,taking advantage that your back was facing him was about to punch you when a suddenly blow was dealt. You turned to see a smirking Baji. "Y/N,are you a gorilla or something? Why are you so strong?"

You gasped at him. "Why would you ever call a girl gorilla?" You asked as you started punching a guy who was bout to stand up making Baji laugh loudly.

Both you and Baji huffed as you sat side by side after you finally beat the shit out of high schoolers. You turned to look at Baji. “Gonna write a letter to Kazutora-san again?”

Baji smirked and nodded. “I’m going to write everything that’s happening around so that when he comes back he wouldn’t need to try and catch up. It’ll be as if he never left in the first place!”

You smiled as you started rubbing you hand on Mayo’s head. “You’re a nice friend, Baji...”

After that both you and Baji did your usual thing.

Dear Kazutora,

I’ve made a new friend. Her name is Y/N.

And get this! She is super strong. Just now we beat the shit out of six HIGH SCHOOLERS.

I can’t wait to introduce her to you when you come back.

Y/N loves animals a lot too. Right now she is taking care of a stray cat but then she is sad since she can’t take the cat home because her mother doesn’t like them.

She is very fun to be with and smiles a lot!

Baji left a weight on his shoulder to see that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Mayo on your lap had fallen asleep too. Your lips were slightly open making you look adorable.

Right now she is totally passed out. Hopefully she doesn’t drool on my shoulder. Do you think she would get angry if I drew a beard on her?

Her mouth is slightly open and I think she looks cute.

Although she fights scary, Y/N is quite pretty. When ever she smiles, she closes her eyes making her look kinda adorable-

“Are you done, Baji?”

Baji flinched as he quickly stood up making you almost fall since your support stood up. “What the hell? Why did you get you so suddenly?!” You complained.

Baji quickly crumbled the paper he had written on and laughed nervously looking at you. “I did a self check and found too many errors. So I’m going to write it again.”

You noticed that his ears were rather red.

.....

“Hanaemiya Kazutora. A letter arrived for you...”

Dear Kazutora,

I made a new friend. Her name is Y/N.

She fights like a gorilla and looks like one as well. Living up to that nickname ,she is quite strong.

#GirlBoss

With love,

Baji Keisuke.

Kazutora tilted his head,confused as to why his friend had suddenly written about a girl and keeps calling her a gorilla.

[marypsue]

In honour of Sneak Peek Sunday and also me remembering how much I love season one, have a dose of Stranger Things ageswap AU.

...

Jonathan’s phone is destroyed.

“It looks like – like lightning hit this,” Nancy says, turning the blackened receiver over and over in her hands.

Jonathan shrugs, looking out through the dining room window to the clear blue sky beyond. “I don’t know what happened, and honestly, I don’t really care. It was Joyce on the other end.”

Nancy nods, slowly, settling the receiver back in the cradle. “And what did she say?”

“Nothing. At first. The line was bad, there was just this…roaring.” Jonathan gives himself a little shake. “Then I heard her say, ‘Dad!’, and then -” He finishes his sentence with a wave towards the ruined phone. “Can’t you – trace the call, or something? Find out where it came from?”

It pains Nancy to have to shake her head no. “Sorry. Not now. Was there anything you can remember hearing in the background that might give us a clue where she is? Barking dogs, traffic or construction sounds, machinery -”

“Maybe that,” Jonathan interrupts. “Like I said, the line was bad, but – right at the end, there was this weird, squealing, growling kind of sound. Kind of like metal on metal – part of it, anyway. Right before the handset blew.”

It’s not a lot to go on, but at least it’s something distinctive. “Would you know it if you heard it again?” Nancy asks, pulling her notebook from her belt and jotting it down.

“Definitely. It wasn’t like anything else I’ve ever heard.”

Nancy nods. “And Joyce? What did she sound like? Tired, out of breath, muffled…?”

Jonathan thinks, for a beat, before he says, “Scared. Really, really scared.”

Nancy looks up from her pad, biting her lip. Jonathan’s not looking at her. He’s glowering at the wall beside the phone. At first, Nancy thinks he might be about to punch it. Then she realises his eyes are shining.

“This town is a curse,” Jonathan says, short and sharp and bitter, still not looking at Nancy. “We never should have come back here.”

Nancy opens her mouth. She’s not sure what she’s going to say, what she can say, but she knows she can’t just say nothing.

Thankfully, she’s saved from having to come up with something when the overhead light suddenly flickers. It burns on with an angry buzz, brightens and dims a few times, then goes dark again. A second later, a lamp in the living room pops on, and repeats the same routine.

“Ignore it,” Jonathan says, watching where Nancy’s looking. “It did that just before the phone blew, too. Shoddy wiring. This house is getting older, and I don’t think it was all that well built to begin with -”

“Jonathan,” Nancy says, holding up a hand to cut his explanation short, not taking her eyes off the lamp in the living room, “have you had anybody out here to look at this?”

“What?”

“The wiring. Have you had an electrician come out to look at the wiring recently? Or somebody from the power company, to check the lines?”

Jonathan shakes his head, frowning in confusion, and the idea taking shape in the back of Nancy’s head crumbles again. “What? No, no, there’s no m- I hadn’t really even noticed it before, but since – now that I’m home so much more – why?”

“Nothing.” Nancy gnaws on her lower lip, studying the lamp, but it doesn’t do anything special. “Just – a hunch.”

Jonathan walks her to the door, and steps out on the porch with her. Nancy feels like he’s waiting for her to say something, but she doesn’t know what.

“I’ll let you know if we find anything out,” she tries, at last, lamely. “I’ve got a couple of leads I’m following up – like I said. When I know something -”

“I’ll know,” Jonathan finishes for her, with a nod and a sigh.

Nancy nods, too, and shoots him a smile, hoping she doesn’t look too relieved. She starts to turn, but pauses.

She doesn’t let herself stop and think before opening her mouth. “You know, what you said about this town being a curse. I was…surprised that you ended up back here. I always thought you were headed for better things.”

Jonathan’s smile is wry, and for a second, he’s almost like the Jonathan she remembers. “Yeah, well, so did I.” He glances back over his shoulder once, back into the house, before he says, sounding a little more subdued, “But some things are more important.”

He doesn’t have to explain. Nancy knows exactly what he means.

“I’m going to find her, Jonathan,” she says. It’s not exactly a promise. Nancy knows better, these days, than to go making promises she might not be able to keep.

But she says it, and she means it.

She doesn’t wait around for Jonathan to make some snide comment about it, turning and stepping down off the porch, starting to make her way towards her truck. But Jonathan’s voice stops her. “Nancy?”

Nancy looks back over her shoulder. Jonathan’s grimacing at his shoes. “Thanks. For taking this seriously.”

Nancy puts on a big grin. “That’s my job.”

That grin fades quickly off her face at the look Jonathan gives her. It seems to be looking right through her fake smile, and for a second she feels uncomfortably exposed. “I know. But – thanks.”

Nancy nods, and Jonathan nods back. And that seems to be all. He shoots her one last look before shuffling inside and shutting the front door behind him.

Nancy starts down the driveway, and pauses. She’d noticed the white panel van parked in the Byers’ scrubby gravel drive when she’d pulled in, the white panel van with the words Hawkins Power & Light printed on the side. She just hadn’t put two and two together.

The man in the harness and blue coveralls up the telephone pole beside the van raises a hand in a wave to Nancy as she crosses the drive to her truck. Nancy waves back, and then reverses course to walk over to the van, shading her eyes with one hand so she can look up at the man on the pole. “Hey. Can you tell what happened to that phone in there?”

The man on the pole blinks down at her. He’s heavyset, dark-haired, with a thick moustache. Nancy doesn’t recognise him, which, in a town the size of Hawkins, is a little unusual. “Looks like a power surge. Line’s damaged. I’d say lightning strike, but…” He gestures at the clear sky overhead. “Guess that’s where they get the saying ‘bolt from the blue’.”

“Guess so,” Nancy agrees. “Thanks.”

The moustache and the angle makes it hard to tell, but she thinks the man up the pole is smiling. “Anytime.”

Nancy smiles back, and gives him a wave as she crunches back over to her truck.

And makes a careful mental note of the van’s license plate number as she pulls out of Jonathan’s drive.

[oneshotnewbie]

Can I request Spencer Hasting where she is Hella protective over Reader? Maybe Reader gets attacked by A when she is alone on the way home from the gym or so and she gets hurt and she calls Spencer for help. Spencer is all mad and angry but lovingly patching up Readers bruises and cuts while telling her that she can't get alone outside now without her because she doesn't want that Reader gets hurt otherwise and more badly? They are pretty close, closer than the other girls

Spencers cell phone rang in her normal ringtone, roused her from her thoughts and made her startle for a moment. The file that she had fed with various information from A since the second it got more dangerous, fell annoyed in front of her on the wooden table while she let herself fall back on the couch, exhausted.

She looked at the ceiling and groaned while massaging the sore spots on her temples. She took a few deep breaths to calm down before she fumbled for the cell phone on the table, thinking that you had texted her that you were coming in late from your gym session.

Broken ribs and bruised lips. My anger grows and I am always close. Tell Dr. Sullivan or anyone about me and your beloved Y/N will pay the price.

- A 💋

Skipping the lines several times, the brown-haired tried to get a meaningful result from the first lines of the repulsive text before your photo popped up on her phone screen and she answered immediately.

"Spenc?" her name echoed muffled through the receiver, the pain in your voice couldn't be overheard. The scraping of the iron carabiners from your bag and the rattling of your bracelets and rings on the cold floor gave her cause of concern and she pricked up her ears. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"Not really," you said in a whisper and dared to try to lift yourself off the ground, but in vain. Instead, you cried out and Spencer was on alert, her tiredness was gone. "What happened?"

"I was attacked by A's henchmen."

As soon as the last words left your lips, her eyes opened wide in shock and her tiredness was overtaken by anger. With a skillful push off the couch, the brunette grabbed the file and jumped up the stairs to her room where she placed the papers in her safe hiding place and rushed down to grab her car keys. "Where are you?"

"I'm down the street from your house at the intersection." you panted out as you looked around, trying to stand up again.

You definitely knew that you had at least one bruised rib.

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After Spencer found you where you let her know beforehand, she helped you into her car and drove you to her home, but only at your request. You didn't want to go to the hospital or home for your parents to ask questions about your condition and you knew the brunettes were out and about in New York.

Tenderly and with one arm around your waist to support you, she helped you into the house and gently sat you down on the couch before taking off your jacket and ordering you to lie down. "I should drive you to the hospital to be on the safe side. I can treat scratches, a bleeding lip and bruises, but I can't X-ray your rib."

While you threw yourself agonizingly on the couch with a small scream, you waved your hand negatively and she rolled her eyes. She literally bit her teeth at cement because of your stubbornness.

"It's not broken so I am not going to die, Spenc." did you joke and you could tell by her turn from the fridge and look that she didn't like it at all. "A couple of pain pills and cool packs and I will be fine."

"It could all have turned out much worse!" she shouted from the kitchen before joining you and handing you an ice pack in a kitchen towel. "Put that on your lip, stupid." You smiled thankfully and immediately pressed it onto the wound and the cool made you moan out.

While she disappeared from your sight again to get the rest utensils to mend you from the bathroom, you heard her cursing. She hated it when you got hurt and there was nothing she could do about it except watch and fix you after. This has been the case since kindergarten; if you fell of the swing, she was angry and wouldn't let you on it. If you got your heart broken, she broke the guy in different ways.

Spencer was always protective of you and always blamed herself when she wasn't around to protect you from the pain.

"Y/N? Are you still there?" you heard her drowning out your thoughts.

You hadn't noticed that she was sitting on the small table in front of you and was already starting to soak the cotton pads with disinfectant and laying out the plasters.

With a questioning and slightly worried look that she underlined with a raised eyebrow, the brunette looked you in the eyes. She was trying to figure out what you were thinking about and where you got stuck. "Everything okay? Maybe I should call Winn."

"No, I am fine. Trust me." you tried to calm her down and Spencer knew she could trust you. You were always honest with her, no matter what, so she could count on you to let her know if you were going to feel worse.

With a nod she began to wipe the already dried blood from your chin and lip with the cotton pad and you hissed when the disinfectant hit the open wound. Your teeth clenched together, you clutched at the fabric of the couch in pain. "I don't want you to go anywhere by yourself until we know who A is or how many of them are out there."

"Why? It could have happened to any of us."

"No." she sighed and wanted to change the cotton pad but you stopped her moving with a gentle grip on her wrist as you looked at her intently. She was hiding something from you.

Reluctantly, she dropped everything on the table and pulled her cell phone out of her jacket. Without a word she opened the message she got before your call and stretched the screen in front of your face.

Confused, you took her phone in your hands and read through the lines while she silently went back to patching you up. You kept going through this rhyme and you knew what was going on in Spencer at that moment; she was terrified. She underlined her anger and fear for you by screaming at you desperately, unintentionally. "Damn, you are so stubborn! Please listen to me just once, please! You are not invulnerable!"

"Spencer, calm down." you tried to calm her down, her face was already completely red. "SPENCER!"

She interrupted her panic and looked at you with wide eyes and open mouth. "I promise I won't go out without Han, Aria, Em or you anymore. But please, calm down okay? Nothing happened."

"Listen, if anything happens to you - and we're not talking about bruises or scratches - I will go berserk."

You chuckled about that sentence and looked at her. Her gaze was serious, the brunettes cheeks flushed in only a light red. She tried to swallow her anger by watching you and your movements, looking at your smile and that shine in your eyes that despite the last few years of terror wasn't gone.

You were tough, and she had to be it too.

"I am serious, I will track down A and kill that bitch when she tears off a single hair off of you."

[thebeeduo]

Ranboo: Do you want me to just reading random- Do you want me to just- I'm gonna just start texting you

Tubbo: Yeah, just start texting me random input on the space

Ranboo: *texts Tubbo*

Tubbo: "Microwave explode"? Yo, thank you. "This is awesome"? Ok, stop texting me now. You didn't even respond to my message I sent you this morning

Ranboo: That's 'cause I was asleep!

Tubbo: Yeah, but like.. *sigh* Maybe I should just go live on instagram

Ranboo: Eughhh!

Tubbo: What? Is that cringe?

Ranboo: Yes

Tubbo: Maybe I should just go live on TikTok

Ranboo: Ahhh! Ahhh!

Tubbo: Is that cringier? Is that- *laughs*

Ranboo: *laughs* You go "Is that cringe" to Instagram and your next one is TikTok

Tubbo: *laughs*

Ranboo: I can make fun of it 'cause that's where I was born

Tubbo: Pffft!

Ranboo: I was born there/on TikTok [?]

Tubbo: Do you ever look at someone and wonder what's going inside their head?

Ranboo: I was- I was born on TikTok [?]

Tubbo: *starts playing the piano* You gotta remember your roots

Tubbo: I want my grand piano back, electric piano is cringe

Ranboo: *coughs* [unintelligible]

Tubbo: He just- He just decides "Oh I'm going to spit my germs around the room"

Ranboo: Yep!

Tubbo: *giggles* Wow, wow. You're a bad- I suppose you're anti-vax as well while we're at it

Ranboo: I am literally- I am literally vaccinated

Tubbo: I'm not allowed to be vaccinated, leave me alone!

Ranboo: That's just a major L for you then

Tubbo: Ahhhh

Ranboo: You're/Keep on getting coughed on!

Tubbo: *starts to play the piano intensely*

Ranboo: That's what happens when you're not vaccinated, people will come up to you and cough

Tubbo: That is a terrible sentence. I despise everything about that sentence

Ranboo: *laughs*

Tubbo: *plays The Owl House theme song, then switches to City of Stars*

Ranboo: Ughhh

Tubbo: So..

Ranboo: Oh my gosh!

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: I just found more food to order

Tubbo: Nooo! Oh my god, if I get one more Amazon box arrive at my door and it's like a 25 large sized bars of Rice Krispies treats or fucking those shitty cheese squares that you haven't even eaten I'm gonna lose it

Ranboo: It's ding dongs

Tubbo: What the fuck is a ding dong?! That sounds like slang for a dick! You're literally eating dick!

Ranboo: *laughs* I am not! Jesus Christ

Tubbo: Why!

Ranboo: That is so far from what it is

Tubbo: What is it with all this fucking BS American food! Twinkies? Oh yeah, let me just-

Ranboo: I didn't get those actually. I don't know where those came from

Tubbo: Where did the Twinkies come from!?

Ranboo: I'm gonna be entirely honest..

Tubbo: Where the fuck did they come from!?

Ranboo: ..I have no idea where those came from. I did not order- That is not what I ordered

Tubbo: Look, you've got your-you've got your Cheez-It's and your Twinkies and your fucking ding dongs. I'm gonna f- I'm gonna blow some shit up

Ranboo: Sorry, I'll make sure to order a plain cheese pizza the next time

Tubbo: Honestly, that would be so much- I'm actually- I've been really healthy. So far I've had a fruit pop for breakfast

Ranboo: That's good. I had.. *silence*

Tubbo: You haven't had breakfast yet

Ranboo: I haven't- I haven't eaten yet

Tubbo: You haven't eaten yet today, and your first meal of the day will be Taco Bell

Ranboo: No, it won't!

Tubbo: Will it not? Oh

Ranboo: Why do you think- Taco Bell doesn't even deliver here!

Tubbo: *sighs* Fair enough

Ranboo: Why would it- Why- Mkay..

Tubbo: American

Ranboo: I know that the algorithm on Amazon works too well because it was [unintelligible]

Tubbo: *starts playing City of Stars again* Oh no

Tubbo: City of staaars.. *laughs* That song- It kind of annoys me, I'll be honest

Ranboo: I'm looking at- I'm looking at the, um.. I'm looking at your- the Tubbo space hashtag and someone just sent this, like, chart of, like, eye colour but it is, like, the most low res thing that I have ever seen

Tubbo: But I don't know- I think my eyes change colour depending on what I'm wearing, I'll be honest. Is that weird? Because everyone on twitter asks me "Ah yes what is your eye colour" and I'm like "Uhh how the fuck am I supposed to know" and then

Ranboo: My eye colour is [?]

Tubbo: Then I went through a bunch of like- I went through a bunch of, uh.. like, old photos of me and they just change colour depending on how sunny it is, what I'm wearing.. like.. Yeah, so, I don't know

Ranboo: *laughs*

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: Nothing

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: *loudly typing* It's time to listen

Tubbo: Time to listen to what?

Ranboo: To my music, I'm just gonna listen to my music

Tubbo: You're not gonna listen to me? Listen to me. Stop dancing. Knock that off. Yo, keep your clothes on! Woah, why are you so- *laughs* sorry

Ranboo: Why do you do this!

Tubbo: 'Cause it's funny, 'cause there's no video

Ranboo: Why do you- why do you do this

Tubbo: and.. and there's no video

Ranboo: What did I- What did I ever do? Nothing

Tubbo: *laughs*

Tubbo: *reads something about chip shops?*

Tubbo: Why do people keep sending me, like, soviet bunnies as well? I don't wanna see bunnies from soviet Russia. What's with the soviet Russia bunnies?

Tubbo: Thoughts on him? Bill Cypher? Pretty fun loving lad- Why did you just mention me and write "awesome"?

Ranboo: I didn't- No, it's a response to a tweet

Tubbo: Oh

Tubbo: *sees Michael fan art* "Oink! Hello father" Oh, I see

Ranboo: Just buff Michael

Tubbo: Buff- *laughs* He went to prison from lack of parent supervision and he came out buff, oh no! Oh no! *laughs*

Ranboo: What do you mean lack of parent supervision? I'm gonna go brush my teeth

Tubbo: Oh ok.. Bye

[Video cuts directly to when Ranboo comes back]

Tubbo: Hello. You seem hollow. Your mother is here? Wait, I shouldn't have read that out. You just texted me that so I didn't read it- Ok, well.. She's here guys!

Ranboo: Ahhh! Why!

Tubbo: She's here!

Ranboo: There's a reason-

Tubbo: She's here! *laughs* Just thought I'd let you know! *laughs* She's raring to go! That's awfully exciting..

[Video cuts again to the next beeduo clip]

Tubbo: Guys, I want to- How does one get the- What is the max people that have been in a single space, like, ever?

Ranboo: I own the number two spot for that!

Tubbo: Do you? How many was it?

Ranboo: Yeah. It was during MCC, it was 36k I think

Tubbo: 36- guys, can we get 38k please?

Ranboo: *fakes being angry* Can't you let me have anything!? *laughs*

Tubbo: Wh- Ok, Mr. 100k subs, Jesus

Ranboo: I don't- I got that once

Tubbo: Twice

Ranboo: It was six times actually..

Tubbo: SIX TIMES!? Oh my god, ok..

Ranboo: Alright... Goodbye space people!

Tubbo: Bye!

Ranboo: Goodbye!

Tubbo: Bye! Leave

Ranboo: I'm leaving the U.K. actually

Tubbo: He's not

Ranboo: *laughs* I'm not.. Wouldn't that be just terrible?

Tubbo: You just said bye and left..

Ranboo: The whole time everyone thought that I was going in, like, October but then I actually just straight up just leave..

Tubbo: You wanna go home?

Ranboo: ..in the middle of August

Tubbo: You can just leave.. get out!

Ranboo: Ok..

Tubbo: Pffft

Ranboo: Bye!

Tubbo: Bye!

[Video cuts again to the next beeduo clip]

Ranboo: I'm back from the U.S.!

Tubbo: Oh, what did you forget?

Ranboo: My- my beloved locket

Tubbo: *mocks American Accent* and the AirPods *laughs*

Ranboo: Yes

Tubbo: Have you told them what you've called your AirPods? The name of them?

Ranboo: Oh yeah, no, it's because basically, right, if you put a slash and then an asterisk at the end of a word it will bleep it out, so, right, me of course being young I thought that was the funniest thing to have that. So whenever Siri said my name she would just go like "You [beep]" so I thought that was funny. So it's like beeping noise, yeah

Tubbo: Oh, I see. So is that why mine do that as well?

Ranboo: I guess so, yeah

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: Yeah.. yeah..

Tubbo: I see.. So..

Ranboo: I'm gonna go now

Tubbo: Bye, again!

Ranboo: Bye! Back to the U.S. I go!

Tubbo: There's no "E" in Tubbo.. Just throwing it out there..