#which hun.... you should've had asked first????

[depvotee]

Mmmhh that one time a fandom darling basically showed their whole ass to me bc I wanted to talk about how someone that'd been sexually harassing me and others but tell me not to on the pretense that the person harassing us might hurt themselves just bc they were autistic 🤦🏽‍♂

[hyperactivewhore]

Answer if you have the balls and you're woman enough to do so, but I know you're not. Anyway, here goes.

So, you and your little cult of pick-mes are at it again, huh? Slandering Caroline for no real reason other than because she existed. Man, you guys are relentless. You just can't help yourselves, can you? And you say it's Caroline fans/Klaroline shippers who are the ones who start and harass you. And I know that's bullshit, because I don't see Caroline fans or Klaroline shippers doing anything except minding their own business, not bothering anyone whatsoever and keeping to themselves, and enjoying what they like just like everyone else does. It's you and every other Bonnie fan that's the problem. You're the ones that always look to start a problem or cause some kind of drama, all because you can't stand Caroline is more loved and liked by the fans than your faves. But oh well, that's just how it is.

And it's funny you say Bonnie was justified in acting the way she did when Caroline turned, when it's basically her fault that Caroline ever became a vampire in the first place. Quite frankly, Bonnie deserved way more heat and should've faced deeper consequences for her role in the S1 finale. And don't even get me started on the lame, half-assed bullshit excuse she gave, that "she couldn't do it, because her Grams wouldn't have." Really??? But then she has the nerve to treat her best friend like shit for something that was her own fault and that Caroline didn't ask for whatsoever, that was completely out of Caroline's hands? Fuck out of here, give me a fucking break!

But anything to hate Caroline for, right? Anything to basically make her out to be the devil incarnate. Yeah, Caroline wasn't perfect, but guess what? Neither were any of your shitty ass faves. Get the fuck over yourselves.

Also, gotta love how you only think Tyler deserved better where it concerns Caroline, but you say nothing whatsoever about what Hayley did to him in S4, which in my opinion was 1000x worse than Caroline sleeping with Klaus. But I guess since it didn't involve Caroline, it doesn't matter as much and only then, does Tyler not deserve better, huh? And what about his pack of hybrids? They didn't deserve better than what Hayley did to them? No, I guess not.

Lastly, I'm by no means a Klaroline shipper, but I give no fucks about Caroline having slept with Klaus, simply because that's the big fuck you that everyone in the Mystic Falls Gang deserved. Especially Elena, who knowingly and shamelessly was sleeping with Caroline's abuser/rapist and gave no fucks about it 🙂 But this is who you deem the most "compassionate" and "selfless" girl? Yeah, more like the most selfish and self-centered. And that's exactly why she was the most hated character. And justifiably and deservedly so. Caroline is 10000x better than Elena ever was, and I know it that bothers you and burns you deep down inside. Because you know it's a fact and the truth. Oh well, die mad about it, hun.

Then people wonder why most of the fandom eventually comes to hate klaroline and/or Caroline. This are the same people who got a woman fired off her job and who had their favorite white woman be getting all the plots who belonged to Bonnie or shamelessy self-inserted into everything 💀

"My little cult" I'm fucking dying with laughter, your pretty little sunshine vampire wouldn't be alive without Bonnie, actually no one in Mystic Falls would be alive if not for Bonnie. If people are getting harassed again by the same crazy Caroline stan, all my prayers. Just ignore this cunt 💞

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Replaced or not?

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3

For summary n details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey me character x mc!

"Well what do you want now Lucifer!?" Seethed Satan as he was the last one to enter HOL's hall. Lucifer had call everyone to HOL immediately after the scene.

"I've been here for hours and he won't tell me what's wrong" i said to satan rolling my eyes.

"You know the human better than anyone else don't you Satan?" Lucifer said his voice deep and full of anger . "Than care to explain this" he grabbed my hand and showed it to satan, making everyone else gasp and saw the mark too. Before I could speak Lucifer spoke again.

"Why is this human whoring around"

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.

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As those bitter words left Lucifer's mouth satan opened his mouth to argue but you beat him to it.

You stood up from where were you sitting and grabbed Lucifer's collor shaking him as hard as you can, which was hard enough to make his eye wide with shock and...........is that fear ?

"Don't. You. Dare. Lucifer Morning Star" you grit in anger as you slowing looked him in the eye. You eyes filled with angry tears and so much of hatred . You refused to cry infront of him....and his pathetic existence.

"OI!!" Mammon interrupted, you can feel run hai smiling as mammon went up. You were ready to fight him too if needed.

"You went too far lucifer!" You went into a state of surprise.

'Mammon taking your side??? What?'

"yes that's right! You can't say that to our mc!!".

'wtf? asmo??' you thought.

Lucifer saw that his brothers were not going to support him . He realised that what he did was wrong."i-i I apologise mc" Lucifer said straightening his tie that was now wrinkled cause of you. "I should've asked you first" he said "i didn't know what came over me". He went to sit and gestured for you too.

"so....how did this happen"

_______________________________

By the time you ended explaining everyone was seething in anger like they were ready to tear lucien apart.

Even asmo looked enraged.

"Um..is it something really bad?" You asked swallowing nervously. Beside you run hai was frowning because of how much attention you were getting.

"Lucien is a noble that we don't have very good relationship with" Lucifer muttered.

"Well hun, it is a mating mark . It appears when two person have mated together for life and by mating you know what i mean~, but if they've not mated and the other demon stil want you so they can forcefully put their mark around most demons are able to protect themselves though when forced it'll hurt or burn which in your case did and that means you were forced."

You glared at Lucifer yet again and he looked away in shame knowing that you were , apparently forced.

"But if i don't go near him or something or don't meet him wouldn't it be fine?" You asked hoping it'd be ok to.

"Well it do not work like that you'll be.....um.. specifically submissive towards him so you can't do anything" satan said devastated.

"How do I get this off" i said wanting to itch it off me.

"Well if you mated with someone else.. It'll came off" belphegor said now very much awake.

"hmm that is true-"

"No eww- no find another way!!" You said in pure disgust

"There's nothing to eww about hun~" Asmo said coming closer.

Though run hai stopped him grabbing his arm 'Atleast this bitch is somewhat useful' i muttered .

"yes she's right you can't just mate with her you know asmo~"

She said as she cling to asmodeus's arm . Asmo looked at her with a smile though that was a bit strained . Maybe they are coming around. Finally.

"We don't know any other way to remove the mated mark at the moment I'll try to find something!" Satan said.

"I'll ask barbatos or diavolo to have a talk with Lucien though it's like we'll be able to do much as he's a noble" Lucifer stated .

"Yeah you'd with me till then ya get it?! Also i-i I-I......um i- u.. T-The great M-mammom will form a pact with ya so ya can be safe!! Yeah that's right ya better be greatful!!" Mammon said making you shocked .

"you want what now!??" You said not wanting to believe it.

"Oh please if anything they should form a pact with me MC! Knows me more than you ! Let's make a pact mc Kay?" Satan said as he was about to grab you hand but mammon beat it to him and grabbed your hand first. "Mammooonn " "what".

As mammon finished getting a pact with you Satan came to next.

Mammon's pact sigil formed on your left boob it was a bit visible as you wore a crop top.

"I wanna see my mark" "No you're not get away! Pervert..."

Satan's sigil formed at the back of your left hand (like hanma tattoo 👀)

"We're bound now" satan said kissing lightly on his mark.

"Ooo~ two pacts in one day ~~"

"I-i"

*Caw Caw*

A crow banged hard on the window . Lucifer opened the window to let him fly him as he carried a letter. Though the crow came to sit on your shoulder . You took the letter from him and opened it to read.

You hands started shaking.

"What is it human?"

"An invitation.....from Lucien"

[A/N]: hihi guyss!!

Who's Lucien ? What did he do to make the bros angry? You got a pact with 2 demons!! And will you go to the invitation??

Thanks for reading!!

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Things that go bump in the night

Corey Cunningham x Reader

Corey isn't on my writing list, But personally I loved his addition to the Halloween movies and thought he should've been used more! I don't know if he's gonna be a mainstay though but I hope you guys enjoy! <3

Notes: Gender neutral, no pronouns used, no specific reader in mind. Pre-established relationship.

You woke with a start, you strained to listen out in the darkness of your home. Removing the covers from around your body you approached the door to your bedroom as quietly as possible, trying your best to avoid the creaks that the old floorboards held.

You pressed your ear up to the door, not long after did you hear it, a faint shuffling, it sounded like it could be coming from the kitchen but you weren't sure. You glanced over at the digital clock, in big bright red letters it read "3:45 am" with a shaky sigh you grabbed the bat you kept for safety and opened the door.

Step by step you walked, again being mindful of the creaks, not wanting to alert the intruder of your presence in case they had some kind of weapon, which if they were in the kitchen you thought they most likely did.

Turning the corner at the bottom of the stairs you could see the stove light on the hood of the stove was on as opposed to the main light, You could hear the faint shuffling and your pantry door opening then shutting once more. You made your way slow step by slow step into the kitchen and once you had a figure in sight you swung as hard as possible.

"HEY!" the figure yelled, jumping out of the way

"Corey?!, what the fuck?!" you yelled when the figure fully came into view "Why are you in my pantry and 3am?"

"I was gonna wake you up i promise!, I just didn't have anywhere else to go tonight" He said lowering his hands from the defensive position.

"Jesus Christ Corey, I thought you were like Michael Myers or something" You dropped the bat on the counter and sighed.

"I'm sorry baby, I really am" Corey looked at you with soft eyes and a slight frown. Your mood softened immediately.

"It's ok core', but you could've at least knocked or something" For the first time you took in Corey, His face was cut up and he had something that almost resembled blood on his clothes, You gasped

"Corey what happened to you?" You walked over and placed your hands on either side of his face taking in all his cuts, He placed his hands over yours in an attempt to calm you down.

"I'm fine hun, I- uh just ran into a few of those kids on the way here" Corey rubbed the back of his neck "And you know, I decided I wasn't gonna let them mess with me anymore" His eyes darkened and you could feel him tense under your hands. You shot him a look.

"What do you mean, Corey?, You beat them up?" Corey nodded, almost unsure of himself.

"Something like that I guess" Corey answered quietly "Don't worry about it though, just know they won't mess with us anymore"

The kids had sometimes gone as far as to harass you if they caught you walking home from the store or work, They would say nasty things directed at you about your boyfriend. This would make Corey feel terrible and as if he couldn't protect you.

You nodded and smiled slightly at him, This made Corey smile too.

"You always take such good care of me Corey" You praised him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a hug, Corey softened the rest of the way and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Y-you think?" Corey asked, You nodded.

"I don't think Corey, I know. Your so good to me, but you shouldn't go out and get yourself hurt for me." Corey shook his head.

"You're worth it though, I'd do anything if it meant keeping you safe" He confessed, Gently pressing his forehead against yours, You rubbed your noses together gently.

"My big strong protector huh?" You asked him playfully, he laughed nervously still unsure of himself and still not used to all the praise due to his mother's iron fist over him for years

"Y-yeah I guess I am" He said nodding. You smiled and pressed your lips to his and not missing a beat Corey returned the kiss. You didn't want him to get himself hurt, But if your Corey wanted to protect you then you would protect him too.

[vilevenom]

Guess who finally got a couple hours of time to write? Aw yis.

Here is the first of a small series of non-consecutive drabbles/ficlets I plan to write to expand on the 'Hello My Old Heart' Hickdory series.

First up - a baby hatches!

Forlorn. That would be the word Hickory would use to describe the expression currently on John Dory's face.

John was sat at the kitchen table, his arms folded over the surface, and chin resting atop them. In front of him sat their egg, propped up and half wrapped in the softest blankets they could find. The shell had finished developing its colors a few weeks ago; a soft blue at the top fading into a vibrant orange at the bottom, with yellow speckles chaotically scattered all over, while from the top sprouted a curly tuft of orange hair.

"What's got ya lookin' so sad, darlin'?" Hickory asked, setting a mug of hot cocoa next to John's elbow.

The teal troll sighed as he sat back, mindful of the mug as he moved. "Doctor Moonbloom said it should've hatched by now," he muttered, taking up his mug and cradling it close to his chest.

"It'll happen when it's meant to," Hickory said, pressing a kiss to John's temple, "Ya just gotta be patient."

"I know," John snapped, immediately looking contrite as Hickory raised a brow at him. "Sorry," he muttered, curling around his mug, "I just…what if I did something wrong?"

"Like what?"

John shrugged, blowing on his cocoa. "I don't know. Didn't keep it in my hair enough? Jostled it too much? Sang the wrong song around it? Didn't let /you/ carry it enough? There's a multitude of things I could've done wrong."

"I think yer bein' a bit harsh on yerself, hun," Hickory said with a lopsided smile. "Sometimes eggs just hatch late. I think I recall one egg, back before, well, everythin'," he waved a hand casually through the air, "I think it hatched a whole week later than the doc said it would. Nearly drove their poor parents batty."

"Yeah, that'd drive me batty, too," John grumbled, taking a sip of his cocoa. "My family doesn't hatch late. All of my brothers hatched around their expected dates, almost to the day. Branch was so on time we were all already sitting around his egg, waiting for the first crack when he wrestled his way out."

Hickory let out a quiet snort of laughter at the thought of a tiny Branch struggling his way out of an egg shell. "I wish I could tell ya how my family was, but Dickory didn't exactly share a whole lotta history with me. An' ya know my parents were gone before I could meet 'em, so…" he trailed off with a short shrug.

"I know you probably meant for that to make me feel better, but it didn't," John muttered, tipping his head back to look at Hickory stood next to him. "What if I've already fucked our kid up?"

Hickory sighed heavily, placing a hand on John's shoulder to give it a comforting squeeze. "Ya didn't, darlin'. I promise."

~

Three more days passed, and John Dory was growing restless. He was pacing the living room floor of their pod when Hickory came home from the market, their egg in his arms. He was muttering quietly to either himself or the egg, Hickory couldn't tell which, looking like he was about three seconds from bursting into tears.

"Johnny?"

John jumped slightly, clutching the egg to his chest. He gave Hickory a wide eyed stare while taking in a shuddering breath. "Oh. You're home."

"I am," Hickory said softly with a little nod, setting the bag of food he'd bought to the side quickly. "John, what's wrong?"

"I ruined it," John hiccupped as Hickory cautiously approached, tears welling in his eyes.

"What'd ya ruin, hun?"

"Our baby," John nearly whispered, dipping his chin and squeezing his eyes shut as tears began to run down his cheeks. "It hasn't hatched yet. It's five days late. I ruined it. I wasn't perfect and now it'll never hatch."

"Oh, darlin', no," Hickory was quick to sooth, wrapping his arm around John's shoulder and coaxing him to sit on the floor with him. He tugged John into his chest once they were both kneeling, running his fingers through the teal trolls hair as John cried silently over their egg. "Ya just gotta give it a bit more time, hun. I promise, ya didn't do nothin' wrong. It'll hatch." He held the teal troll closer as he felt Johns head shake under his chin. "Yes. It will. It's bein' a stubborn little bug, but remember about that other egg I told ya about? It was a whole week late. An' I'm sure there's loads a' parents around the village here who have stories a' their own little ones taking forever to come out."

John leaned into Hickory, sniffling quietly. He didn't agree with Hickory, but he also didn't try to actively argue the point again, so Hickory took it as a win.

~

Another day came and went, and the egg still remained unbroken. John was staring at it again at the kitchen table.

"Hey." Hickory bit his lip as John jumped, having obviously been lost in his own thoughts and didn't notice Hickory's approach. "I packed us up a nice picnic dinner. Thought we could go star gaze, an' get outta the pod for a bit."

John blinked owlishly at Hickory for a moment before shaking his head and pulling the blankets and egg towards himself. "No. We can't leave. What if it hatches?"

"We're obviously gonna take it with us, darlin'," Hickory said with a kind smile. He reached out to gently take the egg from John's hands, only to settle it carefully in John's hair. It was large enough now that it stuck out of his teal locks a fair bit, the orange tuft a stark contrast against his own hair.

"But-"

"No buts. We're gonna get outta here, enjoy some good food, an' have a nice time. It's warm out, and the stars are promisin' to look real pretty tonight. Personally, I think you enjoyin' yerself will probably be good fer the egg," Hickory said, tipping John's chair to force him to stand.

"How so?" John asked, stumbling to his feet. He reached up to ensure the egg was secure, following after Hickory at a sedate pace as the county troll scooped up a picnic basket and a couple blankets.

"Because you bein' in a good mood will have better, ah," Hickory snapped his fingers, word on the tip of his tongue, "Uh, vibes? Energy? I dunno, Poppy said somethin' t'me about it the other day. But, the long an' short of it is, you bein' happy will help make the egg happy."

John looked skeptical, but didn't argue with Hickory as they left their pod, gave a brief greeting to Rhonda, and began heading up to the hill that overlooked the village.

~

"This is nice."

Hickory hummed, leaning into John's shoulder as they watched the stars on the horizon. "Told ya."

John chuckled, squishing a small berry into Hickory's cheek, earning a squawk of indignity from the county troll. "Yeah, yeah."

The two continued to sit in pleasant silence for a few more minutes, when suddenly John sat stock still. Hickory was in the middle of trying to ensure the red berry smeared on his face wouldn't stain his fur when he noticed John's panicked expression.

"Darlin'? What's the matter?"

John's wide eyes went from staring at the horizon to looking fearfully at Hickory. "It's moving."

It took Hickory a moment to realize what, exactly, John was talking about. He jumped into action as soon as he did, grabbing the extra blanket he'd brought in case it got chilly, and bundling it up in front of John. He and John reached into his hair, carefully extracting the egg and place it on the blankets. It wiggled weakly at first, before jerking violently to the side.

"Woah!" John cried out, reaching for the egg, only to be stopped as Hickory grabbed his hands.

"Let 'em do it on their own," he breathed, rapt gaze focused on the wriggling egg.

The two at silent attention as the egg wobbled one way, only to jerk in the other direction not a moment later. It was the most movement John could recall seeing from an egg, and he'd witnessed all four of his brothers hatch. "Come on, baby, you can do it," he whispered in encouragement, letting out a quiet whoop as the first crack appeared in the shell.

Hickory's grip had gone from holding John's wrist, to holding tightly to his hands, the two unconsciously leaning forward as more cracks began to form around the first. Finally, a tiny blue fist burst through the shell, grabbing at the air, before disappearing back inside.

"Oh! It's blue," John half cried, tears in his eyes and a grin on his face.

"Yeah," Hickory breathed, in awe as their child's fingers reappeared to pull at the shell, tugging pieces inside, rather than pushing out. He chuckled wetly, his own tears forming. "Hey, bug, I think yer doin' it a little backwards, there."

After a few minutes of the tiny hand yanking bits of shell into the egg, a brilliant green eye peered out of the hole. It blinked at John and Hickory, before disappearing again. The two laughed at their baby's apparent shyness, only for Hickory to yelp and John to reach out in a panic as the egg tipped backwards. It would seem they had little to worry about, however, as two tiny blue legs burst out of the shell, followed by their baby sitting up. The top of the egg shell still sat on his head, while the rest was in little scattered bits all over the blanket. He grinned and giggled up at them, clapping his hands together, before shaking his head to toss the last of the shell away, releasing a head of puffy bright orange hair.

"Oh," John breathed, reaching out to scoop their new baby boy into his arms, "Hello there."

"He's got freckles," Hickory noted next to him, leaning into John's shoulder and gently cupping the baby's cheek. He let his thumb trail over sparkling yellow freckles.

"And your nose," John chuckled, booping the baby gently on his light yellow nose. This elicited a bright and loud giggle from the baby as he tried to grab at John's fingers.

"Did you think of a name?" Hickory asked, letting the baby catch one of his own fingers and snorting a laugh as it was nearly immediately shoved into the baby's mouth.

"What do you think of Sky?" John asked, glancing at Hickory out of the corner of his eye.

Hickory pressed a kiss to John's cheek, curling into his new family with a happy little sigh. "I think it's perfect."

[squirrelthewriter]

How I met you again- A PJO and KotLC crossover

C H A P T E R 7 : Biana to the rescue

Biana (the queen)'s POV:

Sophie's eyes were puffy, making her look like she had been crying, and her chest was heaving heavily, as if she was having a heart attack.

"It's nothing." Sophie answered. I immediately knew she was lying.

        I mean, she had red eyes and was hugging something that looked like a crush cuff, but that was a hundred times thinner and had cute birds and people on it 

(A/N: do elves know what friendship bracelets are? Or even just bracelets? Or what owls are?).

        She was also holding onto a pretty necklace. I looked at her with a look I hoped said 'sure'.

"Then can you explain why you look like you’ve been listening to thousands of banshees scream in your ear?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I told you it's nothing, okay?" she said, her tone icy.

        I blinked, taken aback by the outburst. Sophie never really raised her voice, but when she did, it was scary.

        Okay, Sophie was not okay and I couldn't ask her what's wrong.

        Great!

"So, can you try this dress on? It's ice blue!" I said in a teasing tone, trying to lighten up the mood.

        Keefe had told my dad that they were going to the beach, so I had picked a cute ice blue dress that could be taken off easily.  

(A/N: dress and stuff at the top of the page)

        Sophie tried to smile, but it actually turned out as a grimace as she stood up before taking the ice blue dress and heading to her closet to get changed into it.

"Don't forget to put that white swim-suit underneath!" I called.

        I could actually hear her rolling her eyes.

        After waiting for a few minutes, the door to the bathroom opened to reveal Sophie.

        I smiled.

"You look awesome!" I squealed happily.

        I realized she had slipped around her neck the necklace she had been clutching and had the mini crush-cuff around her wrist. Without realizing it, my eyes softened.

"Biana, I'm waiting for you to tell  me when I have to plan my funeral right now." Sophie groaned.

        I smiled at her.

"I'm going to spare you and only do your hair!" I said, standing from where I was sitting.

        She looked relieved.

"Thank goodness" she muttered, most likely hoping I wouldn't hear.

        I didn't need to make Sophie look even more miserable than she looked right now. Plus, she looked beautiful naturally, unlike some people.

        I made her sit down at her desk, keeping my hands on her shoulders to stop her from running away.

I curled her hair into golden locks and placed a few flowers onto it, to make it even more golden than what it was. 

(A/N: picture at the top of the page)

When I had finished, I looked at Sophie to see that the hair suited her perfectly. 

        Keefe was up for a surprise! I squealed at the thought.

"What?" Sophie asked in confusion.

"Oh, you just look great, hun'." I said in my stylist manner.

        She rolled her eyes and went to her spectral mirror.

        I smiled.

        I had been shipping Sokeefe since my crush on Keefe had disappeared, and it was now their first date, I was so excited!

'Why can't Tam and I be like that?' I thought.

        I shook my head, trying to make those thoughts disappear.

        Stupid brain.

Even though my crush on Keefe had gone, one for Tam had apparently replaced it a few months ago. It was annoying. But he was just so perfect, I mean-

"Uhm, are you okay Biana?" Sophie asked from her Spectral Mirror. "You keep shaking your head as if you're scolding yourself, and you didn't reply when I said I wanted a makeover, which should've made you jump up in surprise."

        I plastered a smile on my face.

"Yep, just thinking!" I said.

        I checked the time on my watch.

18:28

        Keefe had told my dad it was at 6:30 pm

"Soph', you're going to be late!" I exclaimed.

        She looked at her watch.

"It's 6:28 pm, Biana, I can just teleport there and arrive in, like two seconds." she said, smiling.

"STILL! A girl's has to be be at least three minutes early for a date!" I shouted, pushing her out of the door and leading her outside.

"How do you even know this kind of stuff?..." Sophie muttered under her breath.

        We arrived onto Havenfield's cliff.

        I hugged her.

"See you Soph'!" I said.

        She pulled away from the hug.

"Bye!" she told me, before jumping from the cliff and disappearing into thin air.

        I squealed, pumping my fist in the air.

"SOKEEFE IS CANNON!!" I screamed, before covering my mouth, realizing I had been a tad too  loud.

        I looked around, checking if anyone had heard me. No one was there.

Phew.

"What are you so excited about?" a familiar voice asked from behind me.

        I looked at who the voice belonged to, but I was 50% sure I knew who it was.

It was Tam.

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Solids

In the afternoon, it's time for Alma and Audrey to get their second tasting of solids! This time on the menu, smashed avocado.

The girls looked interested enough to try it, Alma of course going in with gumption while Audrey looked uncertain before taking a taste.

Avocado was a smash hit with both girls this time, much to Sigrid and Scarlett's delight.

Of course, Alma had to one-up her sister and get just a little more messy while enjoying her food.

Sigrid: How does she manage to make such a big mess?

Scarlett: The beauties of infancy, my girl!

Scarlett lifts Alma out of her chair afterward.

Scarlett: Don't worry, I'll get her all cleaned up. You can take care of Audrey, I smell a messy diaper over there.

Sigrid: Thanks.

Scarlett: Don't mention it.

Once the girls are settled, playing in the upstairs space, Scarlett returns downstairs for a quick bite to eat (the day has been quite busy with Juno's aging up, entertaining guests, and taking family photos that there's been little time to eat). Sabrina joins after making a quick round of caesar salad and by the time they join their mother, Marquise is also sitting and chatting to her.

Marquise: ...you should've seen the look on his face! Comedy gold.

Scarlett: Ah, makes me remember my college days.

Sabrina: What are you two chattering on about?

Marquise: Just reminiscing on the college days.

Sabrina: Ah, yeah I forgot you went to Foxbury! Already scoring brownie points with my mom then.

Scarlett: Aww, you know I'm super proud of you too, hun. Even if you did attend the enemy school.

Marquise and Scarlett laugh.

Sabrina: Har har.

Sabrina smiles.

Marquise: So, how are you feeling after all the events of today?

Sabrina: *mouth full* oh, it'ch ghreat! Juno aged up well.

Scarlett: He really is the most precious little guy!

Marquise: It's nice that Beau was able to make it too.

Sabrina pauses, looking up from their food sheepishly.

Sabrina: Uh, yeah. Sorry, I probably should've asked if it was okay with you first.

Marquise: You don't need to apologize. I remember Beau from our college years too. He was always a good guy. Crazy ex though. Anyway, I'm totally fine with Juno spending time with him. The more support he has the better.

Sabrina: Marquise... you truly are amazing, you know that?

Marquise: Ah, don't mention it. It's all about Juno, right?

Soon, other family members make their way into the breakfast nook, and for the first time, everyone gets a proper chance to talk and get to know Marquise. It's a powerful bonding moment for the family.

There's joking and jabbing, discourse and revelry to be had all around the table. Everyone seems to love Marquise and he really feels like he's always been a part of the family!

Haru even gives Marquise a complimentary autograph as sort of a welcome into the family, which Marquise is ecstatic about!

Everyone's so happily having a good time that almost no one notices Beau slip into the room.

Sabrina feels him behind them and turns.

Sabrina: Hey, didn't hear you come in.

Beau: Didn't want to interrupt.

Sabrina: Let's talk outside a moment, 'kay?

So Sabrina and Beau slip out to the backyard where it's quiet for a chat.

Sabrina: So how are you feeling? I know this was a lot today, meeting my family and all.

Beau: It is, but it's also nice. Having a big family seems to have a lot of perks. You guys seem so close.

Sabrina: Yeah, well, we've been through a lot together, all of us. Good and bad.

Beau: Can't say I'm not a little jealous.

Sabrina: Don't be, my family is your family now.

Beau: I feel like I'm intruding a bit.

Without hesitation, Sabrina grabs Beau's hands.

Sabrina: Look, I know things between us have always been kind of a whirlwind. That's mostly on me. I'm a mess.

Beau chuckles.

Beau: I have my own messes too.

Sabrina: Still, I'm the mayor of Drama Town. I know that. College was a weird time for me. Lots of stuff happened. I'm still trying to figure myself out and what I want in life. And I've gotta do this now with a little one on my hip. Despite that, you re-entered my life and all of its messiness, and you actually want to be here. I see that. I see you. And I want to say thank you so much for that. You've been nothing but a gentleman since I first met you.

Beau: Are you sure? I mean, I'm fine stepping back if needed. I don't want to force myself into this equation.

Sabrina: I'm sure. Marquise is sure. My family will be sure in time. I'm so sure that I'm not going to wait around any more. Let's make things official, yeah?

Beau: Is that your way of asking me to go steady?

Sabrina chuckles nervously.

Sabrina: I'm asking if you wanna go steady, yes. Whaddya say?

Beau: I think it's better if I show you my answer.

And with that, Sabrina and Beau solidified their years-long back-and-forth by finally committing to one another. And in the process, Sabrina discovered something new about themself.

[ducknotinarow]

2k7 - not kezzie twisting all the bad things that happened to Casey and making them seem like his fault uwu

Raphael, have you never heard the phrase 'cut off the poison limb?'

Casey is your poisoned limb. He came into your life, and look how terrible it became as soon as you learned his name. This pathetic waste of a human.

His father had no choice but to yell and hit him, he never listened, didn't understand they were a team and had to stick together no matter what - his father was only trying to protect him. He couldn't protect his father from the dragons that torment his family, even to this day. Was foolish enough to believe some other was the love his life, when he knows he is so undeserved. He failed to protect you, he is the reason you're missing an eye. The closest he got to salvation was when you, correctly, let him. After all, he didn't push you how you needed, did confront you and help you when you needed him the most. Yes yes, he's going to lose his mother, but that was an inevitable, yet he sobs like it's sudden. Like he didn't know. And now, oh now, you find out your daughter is really Huns own?

So much trouble, all thanks to him. You would be so much better if you cut him out for good. You should've left him for good last time. You know it, deep down you know that.

So why let the poor saps trauma last any longer? Why set yourself up to be poisoned further by Casey Jones? Get rid of him Raph. You, Summer, everyone, would be better off if you got rid of Jones out of your life for good.

I ask again, have you heard of the phrase 'cut off the poison limb?' Well, now you have. And now, you should.

| Anon ask @aflockoffeathers

Raphael needed a bit of air that was all, standing out up on top rooftops. Wind blowing the tails of his mask in their current as he needed a moment to collect his own thoughts it was a lot to take in recently. Part of the turtle a bit annoyed more just at the universe than anything or anyone. There was just always something going on uh? If it wasn't some sort of fight they were dealing with, it was a crisis, and if it was that it was interpersonal disputes and if it wasn't that? He sighs out and just lets the cool cold city air caress over his thick leathery skin. Tipping back the can of beer to his beak as he let the burn hit the back of his throat. Sighing out content as he lower the can back down to rest beside his thigh settling back on his spot on the roof. Feet dangling over the street below, as he looked down to the more quite streets. Nothing like the more busy areas of the city, Casey, well their block was a tad more quite. Hidden in plain sight with how poorly lit it was on top of it all.

Raphael was just glad Summer was safe and home as well, but felt she and Casey needed to have a chat between themselves. Kid was taking this all to hard, fuck really reminded him of the time Casey sat on the roof and confessed about his own Dad. He'll take his own time to talk to his kid he just felt this needed to come from Casey first. Considering the whole related to Hun thing. Yep she was their stupid child that was for sure. Raphael had just wished nothing like this would ever come near their kid. Guess peace wasn't really something they were promised to have?

Raphael, have you never heard the phrase 'cut off the poison limb?'

"Ever hear the phrase fuck off?" Raphael asks in turn he knew this indistinct voice. Troubling and annoying creatures that seemed to love cause and stir up trouble when enough was going on as if, he simply avoids giving them even a glace their way.

Casey is your poisoned limb. He came into your life, and look how terrible it became as soon as you learned his name. This pathetic waste of a human.

Which wasn't going to be easy he knew he could just ignore them, that never worked they just knew the right time to come in and strike. worse they knew what to say and where to strike for a pain worse than a punch. Raphael still tries to not look at them, even if his teeth grit at what they try and say to him about Casey.

His father had no choice but to yell and hit him, he never listened, didn't understand they were a team and had to stick together no matter what - his father was only trying to protect him. He couldn't protect his father from the dragons that torment his family, even to this day. Was foolish enough to believe some other was the love his life, when he knows he is so undeserved. He failed to protect you, he is the reason you're missing an eye. The closest he got to salvation was when you, correctly, let him. After all, he didn't push you how you needed, did confront you and help you when you needed him the most. Yes yes, he's going to lose his mother, but that was an inevitable, yet he sobs like it's sudden. Like he didn't know. And now, oh now, you find out your daughter is really Huns own?

Now his head snaps to the side to eyeing the grey looking creature. Raphael was not sure what they were meant to be. Aliens, mutants, something he never could even guess. Raphael didn't care what he did knkw was they were a bunch if bitches. It was one thing to throw shit his way it. It was another to target his brothers. But trying to rope in his kid? Well dragging Casey? Raohael knew better than any one the guys mind wasn't the kindest place to them no wonder they avoiding thinking when ever they could.

So much trouble, all thanks to him. You would be so much better if you cut him out for good. You should've left him for good last time. You know it, deep down you know that.

Raphael heard words similar to this before but he was the one to think then to himself. That Caseu would be so much better, if they cut him out for good. Raphael saw that wasn't the Case..thar bozo wasn't better off without him. They were worse with out him.

So why let the poor saps trauma last any longer? Why set yourself up to be poisoned further by Casey Jones? Get rid of him Raph. You, Summer, everyone, would be better off if you got rid of Jones out of your life for good.

Fringers started to curl around the can of his drink slowly working inward denting it in his grasp. Lowly he could hear how the can screamed against the force in his hand. Spliced open jagged ends of aluminum scrapped his skin. The small cute stud as alcohol leaked out but his grip just kep going till he had the can fully crushed in his hold.

I ask again, have you heard of the phrase 'cut off the poison limb?' Well, now you have. And now, you should.

Gaze narrowed as he stared at them a dark glint over the eye as he let his teeth show working a low growl out of the back of his thoart. "Ya 'ike questions so much so 'eres one for ya. Are ya stupid?" Raphael doesn't wait for an answer. These things don't hold conversation. They just come and buzz words out into one's ears. Simply to say them.

" 'hat aint who ir what Casey is, not when the guy has put his neck out for me an' my family more 'han I can count. Or how he influences me to be good? Yeah we met an' I found someone who gets just as mad as I do and cause of it? I had someone who gets me and understands wit' out makin' me feel 'ike somethin' wrong wit' me. Called me passionate, gave me an outlet when I go too far gone." Casey was only good to Raphael "if even Casey ain't agreeing wit' me I know I'm in the wrong. Guy knows whats what even if he ain't the smartest."

Releasing the can from his hold only glacing down to see the damage done shrugging it off as he throws the can over the side of the building atteion towards them.

"An' none of that other crap is his fault in the first place! His father was a God damn fucking asshole! A dad should be what Casey is to our daughter! Someone who loves thier kid no matter what, 'et's feel it's okay if they mess up. Shows 'em no matter what 'hey can always come home where 'hey will be safe, someone who'll accept thier kid no matter thier choices but only worries for thier saftey! Love 'em wit' all they got and neva 'et them go a day wit' out knowin' that. That's a dad! Thar Casey! No his bullshit excuse of one."

"And he the dma best thing that Eva happen to me! I love thar man mlre 'han anythin' mkre 'han I hate myself and that sayin' somethin' " Raphael voice contuines to keep the bite behind his words. "I aint no better wit' out 'em. I betta cause of 'em. Ya soul mates should stupid and whatever but not when it comes from Casey. I hope 'hat guy never sees he can do betta 'han me. I don' care what shit he has goin' on imma be there for him. No matter what it's better to fight with someone watchin' your back afta all."

Raphael takes a moment to control his breathing as he keeps his gaze locked on tje great face before him wishing he could force them away. These weren't his thoughts he knew that, he thought the world of Casey after all, sounded like someone else's thoughts. Which only made him ground his teeth on top of one another slowly grinding them as he worked a growl lowly.

"Casey a lot of stuff but none of the crap ya spewing. Casey's kind, soft an' the best person to have ya back in a fight or not. He'll drop anythin' to be there for someone he cares 'bout. But the world ain't nice to people 'ike 'em. They get hit afta hit....luckily Casey got me." A bold claim but Raohael wasn't going to let old thoughts weigh him down and get in his way again.

"I neva need someone ta safe me any way, all I need was someone to be my safe space. An' I'm lettin' Casey be that." Slowly the sparks of furry were starting to cool, much as Casey always provided. "It ain't his fault what happened to me. Ain't anyone's ain't got nothin' todo wit' 'em. Casey did what I needed when I came back..he was there 'ike he always been." That's who Casey was after all.

"Imma be there when he gets hit and help him back up..best I can. So take your bullshit and give it to someone else." Moving to stand up now as he checked his hand again still bleeding a little. "I got clean 'his uo before someone thinks I relapsing." Turning to make his way towards the fire escape now as he pauses a moment.

"Casey ain't no poison. He's gold, helps broken people come back togetha."

[monstergoblin]

The Owl Pirates Chapter Eleven

First Chapter Tumblr Link HERE Previous Chapter Tumblr Link HERE Posted First On A03 Here  It’ll be updated on A03 first and might take me a bit to get to updating it here as I always seem to forget about my tumblr. <3

 Trigger Warnings Always Read Safe: Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Pushing down feelings, Overworking self to ignore feelings, Child Abuse (Belos is a bitch okay), Gaslighting, Self Gaslighting, Manipulation, Injuries

Notes: Art for this chapter posted under cut as well <3 As always its just a fic if you imagined the outfits or designs differently I encourage you to keep doing that! Chapter 11: The Siren Hunt

       He shouldn’t even be on this stupid island. Shouldn’t even be with these pirates and certainly should not be risking his life protecting a siren. Here he was running and hiding from the people on the island looking for the two of them. Of course they both stuck out like sore thumbs as well, a little child dressed in a mask and hood and gloves not showing an ounce of skin, and then Hunter with his scars and annoying voice.

       If anything happened to this siren, Eda would certainly kill Hunter. She had already let him off the hook once and Hunter did not want to chance ditching King for his own neck. 

       “I should have sat in the back.” King whined hiding between a few crates as Hunter looked around to try to spot where to go next. 

       These streets were so stupidly designed.

       “Just be quiet.” Hunter hushed. “We’ll make it back to the ship just fine.” He didn’t know whether he was lying to the kid or himself.

       On top of everything Hunter didn’t even have a proper weapon to protect himself, nor did he remember where that swords shop was that Willow took him to earlier. It was probably fine to steal from pirates.

       “Hunter.” King pulled Hunter back down behind the crates as a group of men walked past.

       “I bet the things worth something. Why else would Eda hide it?” one of the men grumbled as they walked away.

       Was King worth money? 

       Hunter looked at the creature curiously but King only coward holding his hood with both hands tightly to his head. 

       “Come on.” Hunter grabbed Kings arm and pulled him towards another hiding place. 

       He wanted to say they were getting closer to the docks, but truthfully he hadn’t any idea. He should’ve paid more attention when walking around with Willow. She had been nice enough to try to show him around he just thought it was pointless to know before.

       He should’ve known he was wrong, he usually was.

       “I think they went this way.” A woman came running past them followed by a shorter woman.

Hunter ducked with King behind the wall as the two walked by. He wasn’t a stranger to hiding, he was more worried the shaking little siren would give them away.

       “I’m sorry I ruined your first Hexside night.” King whispered sniffling.

       Hunter paused looking down at the little boy. He still wore his mask so Hunter couldn’t make out his face. It almost reminded him of himself as a younger child. 

       “It was your first night too.” Hunter shrugged it off, unsure how to stop this boy from crying.

        What do you say to a siren who's being hunted? Oh I’m sure they won't kill you and sell your parts? That probably wouldn’t help here.

       “I should've made Luz do it.” King sighed. “She offered but I said I’d be careful.”

       “The man shouldn’t have called on you at all.” Hunter did not know why he was defending King, but the way the kid was sniffling made him want to protect the siren. Which was stupid he was still a siren either way.

       “Can’t sirens sing or something?” Hunter asked, looking down at King.

       “I’m only a little siren.” King sobbed.“I don’t sing good.”

       Hunter nodded, then they were both useless here. Just needed to run and hide- which Hunter could manage. 

       No they weren’t defenseless.

       Hunter pulled out the necklace that Gus had bought for him. Something he had not cared for as it was an illegal magical item but he had taken to win the boy's favor. It was supposed to summon a guardian? According to the shopkeeper, but Gus had been skeptical about it. 

       “Come on if I need something now.” Hunter whispered to the pendant of a little bird. 

       Maybe it took a moment, or his life had to be on the line- well more on the line. Life or death situation? 

       He kept it out in case, as he darted with King to another hiding place. It was better than nothing- unless Gus had been scammed- which could be likely. The boy had acted clever but that was probably a bluff.

       This street sort of looked familiar- maybe? There was a stall that had paintings at it before but Hunter couldn’t be certain it was it as everything looked so different in the daylight. He should have paid more attention. Why hadn’t he paid more attention.

       This is why Uncle felt he was useless.

       Of course he wasn’t wrong.

       That building wasn’t there before. This was not where he thought he was. Damnit.

       Hunter turned a corner pulling King out of the way as some more pirates made their way around. These ones were kicking over barrels and looking in nooks and crannies. Similar to the nook and cranny they were currently hiding it. 

       They had to move. Hunter looked around but it was a dead end. A wall blocked off Oh he could really use some protection now stupid necklace. 

       This was going to make a lot of noise.

       Hunter waited until the pirates kicked over another barrel and at the same time as the clang he shoved a crate against the wall. It was heavier than expected but pure survival instinct allowed him to succeed. He jumped up onto the wall and offered his hand down to King.

       “I cant reach.” King whispered, jumping up to try and grab Hunter's hand.

       Fuck no dont talk King they’re to close.

       Hunter leaned down more, nearly falling down off the wall himself.

       “There you are!” A female pirate with long purple hair sneered.

       Fuck.

       Just as the women reached to grab King Hunter was able to grab his hand and pull the siren up onto the wall.

       “They’re over here!” The woman called.

       “Run!” Hunter ordered keeping hold of the siren's hand and leaping off onto the other side of the wall. He was far faster than the siren and was nearly dragging the poor child along with him as he darted around more pirates who had heard the call from the woman.

       “Ow!” King feel losing grip on Hunter's hand in the middle of the street.

       As if a cruel joke, a lampost was lit right above the little siren boy. Exposing him to everyone nearby.

       Hunter froze looking from the shadow he had reached back at the little siren. His heart beat echoed in his ear as he focused on breathing, staring at the little siren trying to pick himself back up and look around.

       Come on, just get up and run.

       “There it is!” A voice called.

       Hunter dashed forward before the other pirates could get close enough, helping the siren back up. He practically yanked the boy up pulling him away from the shadow.

       A dagger narrowly missed his ear as he yanked the siren away.

       “We’ve got them cornered now!” A males voice cheered.

       “You aren’t nabbing them from us!” A feminine voice challenged.

       Hunter pulled King through the alley unsure where they were going. It ended in two different directions but Hunter didn’t know whether left or right were correct.

       “Come on you little punks.”

       Right- seemed a good as a choice as any.

       Hunter pulled the siren along trying not to overwhelm the little one with his pace but it was making him extra anxious just to keep running at slow place. He needed a better way-

       “Get on my back.” Hunter ordered lowering down to pick up King in a piggyback.

       He was heavier than Hunter expected but it was still a faster pace than they had before. Hunter didn’t know how long he could last with him but they didn’t need long, just needed to find someone they knew with a weapon, or find a weapon, or better yet get on the Talon.

       A light shone at the end of the alley as if a guidance from the stars of where to go. Hunter oh so eagerly ran out into it trying to spot the next way to go.

       “Where you going, little runt?” A woman's voice cackled.

       He should know to look before you leap by now.

       Hunter dashed down the streets hoping to at least gain ground against the pirates, maybe if he got far enough he would have time to breath, to think, to-

       Three pirates were ahead of him with a grin but the woman was behind him. He had no place to turn; he would just have to run through.

       “King hold on tight.” Hunter warned heading straight towards the three blocking the road.

       The smaller one targeted him with one swing and Hunter was able to jump over it but right into the arms of the bigger one.

       “Looks like I got the little fishies.” The big woman grumbled happily holding Hunter in one hand and tearing King from his back with the other. “I bet you’re worth something too.” She grinned with a wide mouth.

       It wasn’t a mistake Hunter would have made if he hadn’t had the extra weight.

       He couldn’t really blame King though. He too had once been small and slow.

       “He looks awfully familiar.” The small man said, looking up at Hunter with one eye. “Wonder if he’s on a poster.”

       The only hope they had now was the stupid necklace Gus had gotten Hunter.

       This was very much a life or death situation.

       So why wasn’t the damn thing working?

       “You aren’t thinking of keeping them to yourself.” The woman who had chased Hunter before questioned. “After all, I'm part of the reason you got them.”

       “Course not.” The woman holding the two smirked. “I’m sure we four can share the pot.”       A loud thump made Hunter looked over to the right. One of the pirates had fallen to the ground unconscious. Hit by a large rock square on the head.

       “Wally?” The large woman holding them looked down at the body. “Who threw that?” She turned, swinging both children in her hands wildly.

       Hunter was still a little sick from those stupid rings.

       Another loud thump made the woman turn back around to see the woman who had given chase now in a similar state as the- Wally.

       “There you are.” The woman looked up at the rooftops of the house where Willow was standing looking down at them. “You better hope you had a good life.” The woman threatened tossing Hunter down to the ground not caring how much she just bruised the boy.

       “You’re really a bitch.” Willow scoffed, picking up another rock the size of cannonball- which Hunter didn’t know how she got those up there- and tossed it over towards another pirate. Only the last two were not close to the roof she was standing on so it missed.

       “Okay that plans a bust.” Willow sighed, drawing her sword and leaping down to face the two remaining pirates. “You okay?” She asked Hunter without tearing her eyes away from her targets.

       “Yeah.” Hunter breathed out ignoring the throbbing in his back and bringing himself up to stand beside Willow.

       “King.” Willow looked at the little siren still in the woman's grip. “You need to scream.”

       “But Eda said I’m not supposed to!” King insisted- why now of all times was the siren listening to the rules.

       “Cover your ears. “ She whispered to Hunter. “King now!”

       Before Hunter could react to what was happening the little siren let out an ear shattering cry that blurred Hunter's very vision. He brought his hands up blocking it out but it was to late the sound hurt. The pirates had a similar response, dropping King and covering their own ears.

       King scattered over behind Willow and she said something but Hunter couldn’t make it out, ears still ringing from the sound. She grabbed his arm and led the two boys past the pirates weaving her way through the streets shouting commands that Hunter could barely hear as a whisper.

       Even if they got away, wasn't the Talon still being repaired?

       Willow stopped but they hadn’t even reached the docks yet. No, Hunter could see the docks up here. Could see the escape route but Willow stopped to knock on a small cabin that overlooked the docks. No, she pounded on the cabin door. Hunter just couldn’t hear it over this ringing.

       Hunter looked back to see the dazed pirates on their feet and running towards them. Slowly- sure but they were still coming. He turned to Willow and couldn’t even hear himself ask- yell- what she was doing.

       A man opened the cabin doors. He looked ancient and one of his eyes was covered with a patch. The other open eye had a scar over it. His long black hair was down and it reached down to the ground. He looked down at Willow then turned to look at the pirates chasing them.

       He said something that was far too quiet to make out and the other pirates didn’t seem to know what it was either but just seeing the man made the freeze.

       Willow began speaking and Hunter had to strain to hear.

       “-and now they’re chasing King.” She finished whatever she was saying.

       “I see.” The man responded, pulling out a sword he apparently kept near his front door- huh pirate islands. He pointed the sword at the pirates with a raised brow. “So I suppose you want to challenge me?”

       The pirates shook their heads and Hunter's hearing slowly started to return as the man spoke.

       “To challenge someone on the safety of my island. Is to challenge me. You intend harm on these children then you intend harm on me.” The man spoke. “I suggest you apologize to these young ones.” He indicated to Hunter and King with a little wave of his sword.

       “No- of course- we just- Eda was- He’s a siren.” The pirates stumbled over their words.

       “I don’t care who or what it is that happened.” The man declared. “No one is unwelcomed on my island except for those who intend to ruin the safety.”

       My island.

       The words kept repeating around Hunter's head. This was Bump’s island. Which meant the ex-captain, the greatest feared pirate Bump, was standing before him. Defending him of all things. He had assumed the island was named in his honor.

       That made this island a whole lot scarier.

       “You better spread the word to any others causing trouble tonight.” Bump scoffed as the pirates mumbled out apologizes and darted away.

       “Thank you Captain Bump.” Willow smiled up at the man. “Sorry to have woken you up.”

       Bump raised a hand and brought his other to his brow after setting his sword back down. “Tell me why it’s always when you owls are on my island that there is something big going on.”

       “I only wanted to watch the show.” Kings small voice cracked. “I’m sorry.”

       Bumps brow raised and he looked down at King in his little mask. Something about the old man's tough exterior faded a bit as he eyed the child. “You truly are a siren?” He questioned. “What is something like you traveling with Eda for? I knew she adopted a kid- she talks about you a great deal- I just assumed you were human.”

       “It’s a long story.” King sighed.

       “Come on inside.” Bump held the door open. “Just until the others calm down and realize there will be consequences to their behavior tonight.”

       Willow seemed all too happy to be invited into the ex-captains house. Almost as if she’d been inside many times. King followed her but Hunter was weary until he remembered the chaos that was the last few minutes and followed suit.

       For the owner of the island and an ex-captain, the house was small. Having a living room and a dining room then possibly a bedroom. Bump immediately set a kettle on his stove top lighting it with a matchstick.

       Being served tea by a feared ex-captain seemed ironic.

       “Now then we have time. If either you-” His gaze went from King to Hunter. “Or you- want to share how you ended up with Eda of all people.”|

       Hunter froze as Bump made eye contact with him.

       Why would he recognize him if no one else had?

       “No?” Bump asked, raising a brow. “Very well have your secrets. I’m just an old man in need of some gossip. What about you Willow, how are your fathers?”

       “Oh they’re very good.” Willow informed. “Papa wants to surprise dad with a homemade gift on their anniversary. Been hiding it in my chest so he wouldn’t get suspicious.”

       Weren’t either of them a little phased by what just happened outside.

       Was now really the time to be gossiping?

       The tea kettle whistled and Bump retrieved glasses for everyone. He set a tray down containing little jars of sugar or honey if anyone wanted any.

       “Does Eda plan on getting involved?” Bump asked. “Last time she brought a friend here for an anniversary was hell, and I hope she knows she still owes me for the damages.”

       “Papa doesn’t want her involved. Or else we’d find ourself back at the main land with everyone on our backs.” Willow giggled. “No he wants to keep it simple- mostly because of Eda.”

       “How you lot put up with her as captain is surprising.” Bump chuckled into his cup. “Her antics when she worked with me were not exactly leader-like.”

       Eda was on Bump's crew?

       Eda was on Bump's crew!?

       That’s why they all loved this island so much. They trusted Bump to protect them while they were here and somehow that worked despite having to wake the old man from sleep.

       “There was one time she and Raine ‘performed’ on the crows nest. She pushed them to sit up there for all the crew to listen- even though the had no issue singing shanties with their feet on the deck. She wanted that extra flare and Raine always was right there alongside her.” Bump smirked.

       Raine was on Bump's crew too?

       Hunter's tea was left unnoticed in his hands as he listened to Bump and Willow talk.

       “I hope one of you lot gives her as much trouble as she gave me.” Bump ended his thought looking at the children. “Though with all these kids on her crew I have to wonder she is getting her hands full.”

       “We take care of ourselves.” Willow assured. “We all chose to be here for our own reasons.” She eyed Hunter as she said it but turned back to Bump. “I know we’re a strange crew aren’t we.”

       “With Eda as Captain no one should be surprised.” With that Bump took a sip of his tea.

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       It had been a stupid idea. A stupid naivety that must be contagious as everyone on her crew kept getting infected. But King had looked so happy and excited when they let him go that Eda couldn’t say no. Couldn’t have stopped him getting on that stage despite her well placed nervousness. Couldn’t have stopped his hood coming off- which was nobody's fault but that damn ‘magician.’ 

       It wasn’t even a good act.

       “Where is my boy?” She growled holding the man by his collar as the other greedy assholes started fleeing the tavern in search for the siren.

       “I- I sent them to safety.” The man whimpered. “In the alley.” He whispered careful not to let the others hear.

       Eda practically threw the man as she tried to dart out the tavern but there were so many leaving already. If King got hurt she would never let herself live it down. If anything worse happened to the little- no there was no time to think about that.

       “I’m sorry. “The man called after her. “It was only supposed to be fun for the kids.” 

       “Oh just shut up!” It was Lilith that snapped. “Edalyn I’ll cover the back.” She shouted as she went around the long way of leaving the tavern.

       The kids followed her as they usually did awaiting orders in a fight. Out the tavern and into the road where they had more room she looked down at her crew.

       “Amity- Gus. “ She pointed at the two. “Shopping district. Luz- Matt check every alley from here to the docks. Make sure to check inside barrels. Edric- Emira slow down as many as these fuckers as you can. Willow, go wake up Bump.” as she gave the orders each child ran off in the directions of their missions. 

       “Aw bet you can’t handle your own sword.” Emira and Edric immediately took to taunting as they all knew the others had to land the first blow in order to not be ‘guilty’ of initiating a fight on Bumps island.             After what felt like hours, word got back to her as one group of pirates came up to her apologizing about causing trouble. Which meant that Willow had reached Bump. Which meant her boy was either safe- or being looked for by Bumps men.

       “Save your groveling for someone who cares.” Eda snapped at the pirates and made a straight path to Bumps cottage.

       As soon as she slammed the door open her eyes fell on the little unmasked form of King drinking something from a little mug.

       The weight that left her chest was amazing.

       “King!” She breathed out almost leaping for the boy and engulfing him in a hug.

       “Oh Eda!” King held the cup above his head. “You’re going to spill it!” He complained.

       “You little turd you’re alive.” She chuckled, taking the cup from the siren and putting it on Bump's table.

       “Perhaps inform me next time you plan on letting the boy participate.” Her old captain's voice scolded.

       “I had it under control.” Eda faked the confidence taking a seat between King and Hunter on the sofa. “Or else you’d have a lot more worries than a pirate hunt.”

       Bump raised a brow in that all knowing look he always gave Eda when he knew she was lying but didn’t comment otherwise. “A mask isn’t enough to hide a siren.” He stated. “If the boy really wanted to watch a show, you should’ve said something. I would’ve made arrangements.”

       “I didn’t know how you’d feel about a siren running around.” Eda admitted taking King into a little hug.

       “I allow you to run around here despite everything.” Bump shrugged, not making eye contact with Eda. “Now if you’re done you should be able to return to your ship. I’m sure word has reached my men to keep an eye out for you.”

       “Of course.” Eda gestured for the kids to head to the door, all three were very fast to get to it. “I’ll just be on my way then.”

       A meow made Eda pause in her tracks as she almost tripped on the small tabby cat of Bumps. It stared up at her with accusing eyes.

       “Our next meeting should be about your debt.” Bump said snapping his fingers and the cat allowed Eda to go to the door. “Frewin come.”

       The cat glared at Eda all the while it made its way to Bumps feet.

       “Yeah- I’ll pay you back.” Eda sighed. “I really do owe you, Captain.”

      “Goodbye Eda. Good luck finding Raine.”       As it always did, talking to Bump left Eda a little uneasy, but whether that was a mixture of the night she just had or just talking to her ex-captain she didn’t know.

       The children looked up to her as she stood outside Bumps.

       “Eda I’m sor-” King started.

       “No, this wasn’t your fault.” Eda scolded. “This was no one's fault. This was just an accident. Bump dealt with it, we just have to be more careful out at sea now.”

       She led the children back to the Talon . She tried her best to seem confident about the whole ordeal but truthfully she could feel the eyes on her- more so than usual. If they weren’t already hunting her for that bounty, they would surely be hunting her for King.

       And no one was going to hurt King.

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[bowievanfleet]

dimly lit- josh kiszka

pairing- josh kiszka x gn!reader

genre- hurt/comfort, fluff

prompt- “can you please come get me?” from this prompt list

warnings- descriptions of a panic attack and anxiety

wc- 2.8k

a/n- probably should've used the ask to reply to this so the person knows i did it but alas, i'm stoopid and didn't think ahead. but, its from this ask :) this is my first josh fic and i had a lot of fun writing it! this was very self indulgent for me, probably a little too much, but, i hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for the request bb <3

songs i listened to while writing (and that i recommend while reading)- marigold- nirvana / sleepwalk- santo & johnny (deftones version also) / come as you are- nirvana / cherry-coloured funk- cocteau twins

you had never liked big fancy restaurants.

ever since you were a teenager, when your anxiety was becoming more prominent, something about the dimly lit room and the loud, bustling atmosphere made you want to recoil back into your seat and cry. sensory issues were something you had gotten better with over time, but restaurants were something you had yet to conquer. you and josh had always opted for a night in, or going to the waffle house or some diner, which was bliss for you. you would take that over the noisy echoes of some chain steakhouse any day.

your parents had insisted you go out with them, something about celebrating your dad getting a new job. you didn’t want to let them down, and plus you haven’t seen them in a while, so, being the people pleaser that you are, you agreed.

you got yourself ready in front of your mirror, josh sitting cross-legged on the bed behind you. you had picked something simple, wanting to make sure you were as comfortable as possible, a striped sweater and some loose black jeans and your favorite converse. you slipped your rings on and the necklace that you always wore, knowing they would ground you and remind you of home.

you turned to josh, smiling awkwardly, “well?” you said, eyebrows raised in hopes you had looked somewhat decent while also being comfortable. he gave you a soft smile and stood up, striding over to you.

“stunning.” he stated matter-of-factly, planting a tiny kiss to the tip of your nose and you couldn’t help but giggle. even though you were sure you looked nothing short of an edgy 14 year old emo kid, something about how serious his tone and face were made you somewhat believe him. you brought your hands up and looped them around his neck, twisting your fingers in his curls. he locked his arms around your frame, holding you as close as physically possible.

“you got this mama,” he whispered. “you know you can always text me if you need a distraction, right?” he pulled away and looked at you for confirmation.

“i know joshy, thank you so much.” you said, and leaned against his chest again.

-

when you got to the restaurant, it actually wasn’t too crowded, and the light filtering in from the evening sun made the large room seem not so dark and intimidating. there was a tiny glimmer of hope sparked inside you, that maybe tonight would go fairly well.

you found your parents at a table in the corner, and sped over to them.

“y/n!” your mom exclaimed, “how have you been sweetie?” she asked as she tugged you in for a hug. “i’ve been good!” you smiled awkwardly and sat down across from them, already starting to feel a bit fidgety. your dad gave you a warm smile, “hey hun! its good to see you,” he said. you nodded “its good to see you too, it feels like its been forever!” you made small talk to the best of your ability. the conversation went on like that for some time, catching up on things and reminiscing.

“how are things with you and josh?” your mom inquired.

the nerves in your stomach eased a bit just by the pure mention of him, you had always found it crazy how just a thought of him and his smile could relax you, even if it was the tiniest bit.

“we’re good! he’s been doing super well with his music lately, he’s been doing some really big things.” you gushed, physically not able to stop yourself from rambling about how proud you were of him.

“that's great hun! i hope he’s not thinking of doing it for too much longer, i want some grandkids soon!” she jested, and you smiled back too, but on the inside, that comment struck a chord deep in you.

any other time you would’ve brushed something like this off, it’s such a mom thing to say, but now, in your heightened emotional state, you had taken it way more personally for some reason. you and josh had talked about it before, about having kids. he absolutely wanted them, and you knew you would want them too someday, but you both agreed that his music was more important right now, and settling down wasn’t something either of you were looking to do any time soon. you had absolutely loved life on the road with him, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything right now.

the thought of him giving up this whole career that he had built up, just for some kids at 25, made you choke up instinctively.

you were taken out of your thoughts by the waiter coming to take your order, and your nerves spiked up rapidly. you hated ordering for yourself. it wasn’t like you couldn’t do it, you just needed some time to prepare what you were going to say in your head first, and it was easier with josh across from you, not your parents.

you had been so lost in your mom’s comment that you hadn't even looked at the menu yet, and you had no idea what you were going to even say.

your parents ordered first, and while they did so, you skimmed over the menu and decided on the first thing that your eyes landed on, mushroom ravioli.

what a bella swan moment, you noted to yourself, putting it in the back of your mind to tell josh later.

the waiter landed on you, asking you what you would like, and in the most stable voice you could muster, you ordered “u-um, the mushroom ravioli please.”

“okay,” the waiter confirmed, “and would you like soup or salad with that?”

shit.

“oh uh, um salad is fine.” you choked out, trying your best not to sound like you weren’t on the verge of tears. “okay i’ll get that right out for you guys!” the waiter smiled warmly, walking away with your menus.

you sat there for a second, finally taking a few moments to collect yourself. just as you had finally calmed yourself down, like god had just decided he wanted you to have a bad night, people started flooding into the restaurant. one by one, in the span of 5 minutes, almost every table was filled, and you even noticed a line starting to form out the front door.

the sun was setting too, and exactly what you hoped to avoid tonight, slowly crept up on you. from your little booth in the corner of the restaurant, the room started to feel like it was caving in on you. almost like the four walls were squeezing you, wrapping around your throat and suffocating you. as the sun officially set, the dim lights turned on and that made it even worse. you felt like you couldn’t see 5 feet in front of you, even though you were certain it wasn’t that dark. you started to feel your head throb and as you tried to take a deep breath, you realized the oxygen wasn’t filling up your lungs all the way, which made you panic more.

stop being so fucking dramatic! you scolded yourself, but then suddenly there was only one solution in your mind, only one thing you could focus on doing through the haze.

“i’m gonna run to the bathroom,” you choked out shakily to your parents, and they nodded obliviously as you made a beeline for the restrooms.

thankfully, it was only one room and not a big one with stalls, so you rushed in and locked the door behind you. you slid down on the floor and took out your phone quickly, your hands shaking so hard that it almost fell out of your hand multiple times.

finally, you were able to manage tapping on josh’s contact and putting it on speaker. it only rang once before he picked up, “hey, everything okay baby?” he spoke, but not even his voice could calm you down now. you needed him, needed to feel him, hold on to him, use him to ground yourself.

“n-no,” you stuttered out, voice wavering harshly. his soft demeanor immediately changed into a firm one, but still gentle nonetheless. “hey, baby listen to my voice okay? can you hear me good, can you focus on my words?” he asked. “y-yeah,” you replied as you clutched the phone to your chest, like if you could hold it close enough to you, he would appear beside you somehow.

“okay baby i need you to focus on me okay? what do you need love? tell me what you need me to do right now.” he requested, and there was only one thing you could stutter out.

“c-can you please come get me?” you asked pathetically, as the tears finally escaped and started making little rivers down your cheeks.

“of course baby, i’m leaving right now.” it sounded like he had already gotten in the car before you even told him, which embarrassed you, but you couldn’t find the energy to think about it right now. “can you stay on the phone please?” you asked timidly, afraid you were going to upset him for some reason.

you had a bad habit of thinking everyone was mad at you when you got into these episodes, even though there was absolutely no evidence that he was.

“of course i can, i’m not going anywhere, love.” the pet names he was using comforted you a little, but not enough to get your breathing stable again.

“baby, i need you to breathe for me, okay? stop clenching your hair for me, remember what i said about that.”

it stunned you that he knew you well enough to know what you were doing, because you were, in fact, clenching your hands in your hair. it was a habit that formed whenever you had panic attacks, you guessed as your body's instinctive attempt to ground you.

remember what i said about that, josh had said, referring to all the times he told you that you were going to go bald one day by doing that, and it made you giggle every time just like he had intended for it to do.

you gave a small chuckle again at his mention of it. “there it is!” he praised. “your doing so well, mama, can you try to focus on your breathing now? remember what we went over last time, about counting.” he was talking about a coping mechanism he had read about, how you would breathe in and count for 4 seconds, hold it for 2, and let it out for 5. it actually ended up helping a good bit last time, so you tried it again, trying to imagine josh there with you, his hands on your shoulders, keeping you tethered to earth. but when you opened your eyes, he wasn’t there, and it brought all of your progress back down again. “j-josh i can’t. i’m sorry.” you gasped.

“its okay baby, you're okay hun. but i need you to try and go tell your parents what's happening. make up a lie if you need to, blame it on me or something.” he suggested.

you stood up and splashed some water on your face, trying to think of something to tell them. “okay, i’ll try,” you said quietly. “okay mama, you got this. i’m gonna hang up because i’m almost there okay? i’ll see you in like 5 seconds i promise.” he assured. “o-okay. i love you.” you shakily replied. “i love you too beautiful.” he said, and hung up the phone.

you took one last staggering breath, and gathered all your courage to walk out of the bathroom.

you shakily walked back over to your parents table, and recited your story:

“hey, josh just called me in the bathroom, his car broke down and he needs me to come pick him up. he tried to call his brothers but none of them are picking up so i’m his last resort. he says he's really sorry for interrupting our dinner.” you said, hoping you sounded the least bit convincing.

“oh no that’s terrible!!” your mom exclaimed, “yeah go help him honey, he needs you,” your father assured. you couldn’t help but acknowledge how ironic that was, considering that it was really you that needed him.

“thanks guys, i’m really sorry.” you said, but you really had no regrets about ditching at all. “its okay honey! we can always plan for another time!” your mom assured and you nodded along, but you knew if you had any control over it you wouldn’t be setting foot in this place ever again.

you spotted josh’s car outside, so you started to grab your things. “i love you guys, it was nice seeing you again.” you said, and you didn’t stick around to hear what else they had to say as you weaved in and out of the tables, finally reaching the front door and gulping down the icy air like it was water.

josh had stopped just before the restaurant windows so your parents wouldn’t see you getting into his car that was supposed to be on the side of a highway somewhere. you opened the door and flung yourself into the passenger seat. immediately calming down as soon as you breathed in his scent that filled the car.

he stayed parked for a few moments. immediately taking you in his arms as you finally let the tears spill. you clung on to him so tightly, like you were afraid if you let go you might disintegrate.

“i-im sorry josh, i thought i could do it. i tried to do it, i really did.” you choked out, feeling the need to apologize for ruining his night.

“baby, baby, shh. i know you tried baby, i know. you did so well, calling me like you did. you knew what you needed and you did it. i’m so proud of you.” he soothed.

“proud of me?! how can you be proud of me? i failed. i didn’t make it through the night. i tried so hard and i still couldn’t do it.” you squeaked out, desperately trying to understand how he could be proud of you when you were a sobbing, pathetic mess.

josh’s eyes watered at your deprecation, and he pulled back to hook your chin under his fingers, forcing you to look at him.

“y/n. you tried. and that's what i’m proud of you for. whether you did it or not is irrelevant, the fact you even attempted it in the first place is amazing. you could’ve backed out the second they asked you to come but you didn’t, you decided you were going to give it a try. and you went, and you tried, and you realized what you needed and you took action instead of sitting there and taking it. you called me because that was what you needed to cope, and just the fact you knew what you needed to do is so admirable. you should be so proud of yourself y/n.”

you started crying again at his words, but not out of sadness. you were so overcome with love and emotion for him. all you could do was lean your forehead into his chest and nod profusely, a silent “thank you” because you weren’t sure you could form any words right now.

you were still a little shaky, and josh noticed. “take some deep breaths for me, okay honey?” he placed his hands on your shoulders, just like you had imagined him doing earlier. you closed your eyes and tried to breathe, surprising yourself when your body didn’t immediately reject the oxygen. “there you go mama, just like that,” he praised, moving one of his hands to cup your face.

after a few more minutes of matching his breath, you finally felt your lungs absorb all the oxygen you were offering them, and you didn’t feel as shaky anymore. and when you opened your eyes, josh was still right in front of you, making you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. he pulled you to him as best he could, burying his face in your hair and planting a kiss to it. “see? all better. you did that so quickly, i think that’s a record.” he said, and you pulled back and beamed at him.

“you think so?” you asked hopefully. “i know so.” he grinned. your mind eased at the thought that you might actually be getting better at this. and you knew, as long as josh was by your side, it would happen in no time.

“so, how about we go home and be couch potatoes until 3 in the morning?” he suggested.

your eyes lit up, “can we play some records too? i got some new ones i wanted to show you!” you beamed. his heart swelled at your excitement. “hell yeah we can, we’ll have to see if yours are worthy of my approval.” he teased. “oh you're on!” you challenged as he started up the car, and started the journey back home.

[therealsxshi]

GON' BE OK, BABY

↳ Fandom: Haikyuu!! [Anime]

↳ Genre: angsty to comfort

↳ Pairings: Karasuno x gn!reader

↳ Characters included: Azumane Asahi, Sawamura Daichi, Tsukishima Kai

↳ Synopsis: you found out you have a fatal infection in your body and need a surgery to get it removed. When your boyfriend finds out he does everything he can to comfort you.

↳ Warnings: none...not really 😶 (other then it is reallyyyyyyy long-)

↳ A/N: helloooo!! This is my first post, so I hope u like it! Don't forget to follow and like~

#AZUMANE ASAHI:

You came home and closed the door behind you, and dumped your school bag in some corner. Honestly you couldn't care less about everything else. Not in that moment.

You sat on your bed, and encircled your stomach with your arms, pulled your knees up to your chest and planted your face between them.

And that was when the tears fell. At first slowly and then as if they tried to imitate the rain.

You had just been back from the doctors appointment and it has been decided: in a month you were going to do a surgery.

Sure, sometimes people ended up being better then before. But sometimes people closed their eyes and never opened them again. You were afraid that exactly that was going to happen to you.

---

The next day you went to school, the eye bags under your (e/c) eyes virtually concerning.

You walked around like a zombie, the day passing by with everything just passing by you. Your vision was unfocused, not really listening to anything or anybody around you. You just ignored everybody, which made you look all the more like some zombie that hasn't been fed any brains lately.

"Y/n! Hold up for a sec!" You heard a voice. The voice. The voice everytime you heard, your eyes would light up in both excitement and love.

But this time it only caused you pain. Because the most frequent thought that you always tried to push away; what if you'll never see him again?

"Hey...w-what's wrong?" Asahi asked you his soft brown eyes gazing at you with worry, as he saw how dull your eyes were.

"Nothing 'sahil...I just needa go home real quick so-"

"No." He interrupted you, his arm reaching out to hold your wrist. Firmly but at the same time gentle. That was how he always treated you.

One of the many things you were maybe gonna lose in a month.

The whole day he hadn't seen you. At all. And it bugged him, because usually you'd be walking to school together, and then when the day ended he'd walk you home.

Today you didn't wait for him, instead he had waited for you before he thought that you called in sick and weren't coming to school today. You'd usually text him saying that you loved him and wished him luck, but he blamed it on your illness, whatever it could've been.

Then, in school, he found out that you had in fact come here. He spent every break searching for you, but to no avail.

He even bailed on training too.

Asahi wanted answers. "Sweetness, you've been gone the whole day, and I-I'm worried about you. You even look like you've been crying for endless hours", that you did, "And I just wanna know what's going on."

Then a thought occured to him. "Are you crying because of me?! Did I do something?! I swear I di-"

"No no!" You were quick to reassure him, grasping his arm gently. "It's jot because of you, baby. It's..." you averted your eyes from his, feeling the tears well up again, a sob forcing it's way up and out of your throat.

"Hun, what is it?" He almost whispered as he cradled you in his arms, and you told him, his eyes eventually welling up with tears as well.

"When...when is it gonna happen?"

"...in a month."

The spiker sighed, and closed his eyes to gather his thoughts, before he opened them and put both his large calloused hands on your shoulders, (we all know your smaller then him, stop arguing), and gazed at you with determination.

"Y/N, baby, sweetness, you should've told me from the beginning, so I could put those stupid thoughts somewhere far far away from your precious mind." He said with a nervous chuckle.

You looked up at him with doe-eyed surprised that he was so confident in what he was going to say to you.

"You're gonna go through this. Wanna know why?" You nodded. Yes! Yes you needed some, any kind of reassurance! Any words that told you, you were just being silly and dramatic and there was nothing to fear.

"Coz you're you. Because you're that amazing person I love very very much, and I know that as long as you can put up with me, you can put up with anything." Before you could scold him about talking himself down like that, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I love you." You told him breathlessly with tears falling down your cheeks.

Your boyfriend chuckled delighted that you were slowly but surely becoming your old self again.

"I love you too." He told you, with the most smitten look ever, before his eyes widen. "W-Wait, I-I-I didn't mean to force you to be happy! L-like if you still feel bad or something, you can totally still cry, I don't m-mind-"

And then a laugh, the sound he loved most when you were the one making it, riplled out from your body causing him to smile too.

#SAWAMURA DAICHI:

If Daichi hadn't noticed your absoloutly miserable mood when he offered you your favourite treat in lunch break, he defenitly noticed it now, when you didn't cheer him on in training, yelling out his name and doing your silly dance for him, which made him think that there was no more adorable human being then you.

You had been like that for a while now, and it started to piss the team captain off.

Not because he didn't know what the reason of your suffering was.

Not because you barely talked to him the last week or so.

But more because you didn't trust him enough to share something that bothered you with him. At least that was what he thought.

And while he wasn't exactly wrong it wasn't for the reasons he thought you had.

Frankly you just didn't want to make it harder. For whom? Probably for you both.

"All right guys! See you tomorrow!" Came the sound of your boyfriends voice, as he waved at his teammates while they got out of the gym.

And then he turned to you, all friendliness melting away as a look of pure displeasure replaced it.

A pit formed in your stomach hoping that it wasn't because of you. Hoping for that miracle that he somehow, it didn't matter how, picked up on your horrible state, both physically and mentally.

"Y/N! We need to talk." And there was his resting dad-lecture-face.

Yeah you were in trouble. "N-no I don't think we do, Dai. Let's just go home."

"Y/N...please. What's going on? You've been so distant lately, and I'm pretty sure, af least I hope so that I'm not the reason for that." He voiced his thoughts, his tone much softer this time.

Damn it, you cursed I'm your head. He knew just how to make you cave in. "No, you're right..." and so you told him about your surgery and your fear of losing everything you currently have.

You wait for his response for a long time, before two strong arms pull you into a firm chest, and you could hear your boyfriends heart.

"You're going to nail this, sugar. I'll even bail on school for you." And you both laughed.

He did do that.

#TSUKISHIMA KEI

"If you keep frowning like that, you'll look like some granny when you're only twenty, ya know?" The teasing voice of your boyfriend told you, as you two were seated at his desk doing the math homework.

If. He used the word that has been stuck I'm your sleep-deprived mind for days now. If you were going to get twenty.

If you were going to have a future.

If you were going to have a future with Kei.

The one in question turned to you curiously upon your lack of snarky comments, and looked at tour side profile, how deep in thought you looked to be in.

"Y/N."

"H-huh? What is it, Tsukki?" You asked the endless hours of staying awake in bed taking it's toll on you.

He eyed you once again, the suspicion growing by every second that passed. "What's gotten into you? You're acting weird." He commented.

And then you bursted into tears. Sobs violently shook your body, and Tsukishima was left staring at you for a good few seconds.

While you had been in a relationship for a long time now, and had your up and downs he had never seen you in such a devastated state.

It hurt him to see you like this.

And while he wasn't good at showing his love to you, often not even bothering with the effort, he hugged you bringing you from your chair to his lap and putting your head in between his shoulder and neck.

"You big baby. Watcha crying about?" He asked you, instead of a smirk, a smile resting on his face.

With a muffled voice you told him about your situation, and he understood the fear that was possesing you right now. It was about to posses him too, but then he remembered that you needed him.

"And you're crying over something as preposterous as this? C'mon we're in the 21st century. Ya ain't gonna die with the technology we have nowadays. Now sleep." He told you, when he noticed how your eyes were dropping.

"Love you, Kei."

"Yeah yeah. Love you too, I guess..."

[yellowsugarwords]

Can I request some reader defending Sarah from a bully? Thx

OOOO okay okay (this is gonna be a modern au)

Sarah hated her school.

They had just moved so Carlos could take a new medical job,

More money, apparently,

But Sarah couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

She had been there for a few months now,

Keeping her head down,

Just trying to get through one day at a time.

It didn't seem to work through.

She should've known.

It never worked.

She just wanted the year to be over.

Luckily, she only had a month left.

Then, finals.

Then, freedom.

Everything seemed to have started a few months prior.

It was her second week at the school,

She barely knew anyone,

But knew where was safe to sit in the cafeteria.

Normally, she brought a book,

Or a journal,

Or something to fiddle with.

It took one move for her school career, as she knew it, to be over.

Sarah sat upright,

Closing her book,

Moving her bag to tuck it away.

One of the girls she had class with walking by,

Chatting with her friends,

One of her shoes, snagging on the edge of the bag.

She stumbled,

Her bright red Gatorade splashed over Sarah's whole body.

She was wearing a white sundress.

She knew that was the moment any respect for her died.

Sarah wasn't allowed to go home to change.

She suffered the whole day,

And threw her favourite dress in the trash when she got home.

"Oh, be careful," that girl would always say.

"Watch your step around Soppy Sarah."

Sarah was almost positive her name was Becka.

She tried to not care, therefore she didn't need to know her name.

But Sarah couldn't help it.

She was around her constantly.

Which only made things worse.

Sarah tried to never sit in the cafeteria,

But later, teachers began scolding her for eating on the floor in the hallways.

She had no choice.

She had to go back,

And she was teased every day at lunch for it.

The girls sometimes purposely dropped things on her,

Blaming her for it.

Some even tried to get her to pay for the food they had lost due to her presence.

She never did anything to any of them.

She couldn't wait for summer.

One day, Sarah wandered into the cafeteria,

Sitting in one of the back corners.

"Hey you," some of her nearby classmates commented.

She forgot she was carrying her water bottle.

She scoffed and shoved it under her arm,

Scurrying away.

It took about 5 minutes for Y/N to show up.

"Can I sit here?"

Sarah glanced up and raised a brow.

"If you dare to, I guess."

She had a feeling this was a prank.

Becka setting her up for something.

"If I dare?" Y/N scoffed. "A little overdramatic, don't you think?"

"You're clearly new here."

Y/N nodded. "That obvious, huh?"

"Uh,"

Behind them, the two heard someone clearing their throat,

Trying to get their attention.

"Uh, girl?" A voice asked.

Sarah squinted her eyes closed, immediately recognizing Becka's voice.

She braced herself for the mockery incoming.

"You might not want to sit with her," Becka said.

Y/N scoffed. "Why?"

"She's a little, uh," Becka smiled meekly, "cursed."

Y/N laughed, rolling their eyes and turning back to Sarah.

"Good God, some of these people." They said,

Picking up the sandwich they'd brought for lunch.

Sarah blinked back at them, stunned.

Becka gave a sappy little smile and giggle,

As if it was cute that Y/N didn't know.

"No, hun, she's bad news. You might want to move."

"You guys are bad news," Y/N said, not even turning around.

Becka's jaw dropped.

"Just eat your lunch and keep it pushing," Y/N said,

Taking the first bite of their sandwich.

Becka scoffed, disgusted. "We're trying to help."

"No, you're trying to be bitches." Y/N snapped back,

Finally flipping around again.

This time, Sarah's jaw dropped.

No one had ever spoken up like this before.

Ever.

"Excuse you?" Becka spat out.

"You're just trying to be nasty. Maybe you should go and sit somewhere else."

"You have no right to--"

"Yeah, yeah, go cry about it to a teacher who cares," Y/N said,

Waving their hand passively,

Turning back to Sarah.

"Anyways, what's your name?"

Sarah blinked.

"Uh," she cleared her throat. "Sarah?"

She didn't know why she said it like it was a question.

She was just stunned.

"You are so--"

"Nice to meet you, Sarah," Y/N said,

Cutting Becka off behind them.

"You should tell me about the book you're reading."

Sarah gave a meek smile,

Stunned and heart-warmed,

And slid her book across the table.

"Check it out," she said softly.

She would never forget this day.

Not for a long time.

Maybe summer could wait just a little longer before arriving.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[rurulyywrites]

☁️🍋|Sub! crossdresser! Rook Hunt X FEM!Tall! reader|

Requested by: @SolisSunshine from wattpad

"Hello,May I please recommend a they/them/she/her reader that's tall X bottom Rook Hunt? ☁️🍋 Crossdressing if you can! Thank you"

OF COURSE FOR I AM SO KIND

</3 I'm 25% sure Crossdressing is dressing as an opposite gender. If not,I'm so sorry I'll change it immediately. Just give me the word. Also it's going to be pretty OOC because I haven't grown much into Rook's character despite the both of us 'speaking' French

Pairings: sub!crossdresser! Rook Hunt X FEM!tall! Reader

Plot: a sweet treat after a tiring game of basketball

TWs:

•names while sex

• ghost pepper spicy (I'm used to writing hardcore smut and my bff is an ace and were both unexperienced so we're just two idiots trying to write sweet smut which ended up kinky)

•Crossdressing

• sex toys

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Your POV

After a tiring game of basketball club activities,you wouldn't think to be treated with a sweet victory treat.

"My legs are killing me.." Ace whines as I chuckled at him "I'd go for one more round if I didn't feel bad"

I said as I placed my things in my gym back and took a sip of my water bottle "where in twisted wonderland did you get your stamina?" Jamil asked as I smirked at him

"Another universe" I said as I zipped my bag "Catch y'all tomorrow,toots"

"see ya!" I heard Ace shout as I left before I heard a loud thud and a faint shout of 'ACE!'. "Not mah problemo~"

I sang as I was on my way to Ramshackle before a ping was heard,it was coming from my phone. I took it out of my team jacket pocket and looked at it.

Stalkerbabe❤️👑:

Stalkerbabe❤️👑:

Babyyyyyyy

Mon cherié

Mon amour

Mon ange

Amour❤️✨:

Yes,Rook?

Stalkerbabe❤️👑:

Help plss?

Amour❤️✨:

Are you hurt?!

I'll be there soon,BB!

Club just ended!

Hang on

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And on that last text,Y/n placed her phone back in her pocket and ran to her boyfriend.

"Ah! Hey Y/--" "is Rook ok?! He texted me for help!" I said as I looked down at Vil,due to height difference. "Uh.. N-No! He's not doing too well"

"I knew I should've not gone to club! Rook??" I said as I knocked on his door. "Y..yeah?" Rook said,it was low and sounded like he's far away. "Hun, are you ok??" "I uh..."

"I'm coming in,right now!" I said as I took out the spare keys for Rook's room and unlocked it. I entered and locked the door behind me,expecting a sick Rook but...

He was.. wearing a purple and white crop top, a mini skirt, stockings and heels. His makeup remains the same but his hat was changed with a plain white cap. "W..Woah.. ok.."

I muttered as I immediately looked away "You needed help with what now?" I asked nervously as I looked at the floor. I heard him chuckle as he was stepping close,with each step being his heels clacking louder.

"You know~ thought you needed a treat,and I have this little thingy" Rook said as he wraps his arms around my neck and looking up at me,though I still refused to look. He used his hand to make me look at him "I'm all yours to use,baby~"

I put my hands in his hips and he leaned in for a kiss,it was passionate at first but it soon became hungry and needy. Rook moaned against the kiss as I grazed my tongue against his lower lip,asking for entrance in his cavern.

He opened his mouth and I immediately explored his inner mouth with my tongue. After a while,I broke the kiss and looked in his eyes. They were lustful and needy.

I smirked and whispered to him "jump". He obliged as I carried him and laid him to the bed. I removed his cap and started kissing and biting down from his earlobe to his neck,attacking his sweet spot as he lets out lustful moans.

I didn't stop until he had a ring hickies and bites around his neck. I took his shirt off painfully slowly to tease him. "Go faster dammit!"

He said as I chuckled and fully removed his shirt and skirt,along with his stockings, boxers and heels. Leaving him naked on the bed. His cock was up and dripping precum. "Please... Touch me there..." He begged as I smiled before lowering myself until my mouth was hovering over his tip, kitten licking it. His shaft was always sensitive to my tongue and mouth. I started to slowly take him whole and once I did sucked faster. "Ah-!! Anghnn...~ Mon deiu~ you always know how to- ANGHNN! Drive me.. so crazy~" he said in between moans and grunts. You suddenly stopped and took his shaft out your mouth,leaving him a whimpering mess "Why did you do that, amour?" He asked as you looked at him, unamused. He was clearly confused whether to be turned on or scared. Or both.

"It's Mademoiselle to you,pet."

He's definitely turned the hell on.

"Y-yes! Mademoiselle!"

"Good,pet."

And with that,you stood up and took something from his drawer. Rope, a vibrator and a blindfold (approaching ghost pepper spicy -a/n)

"We're playing that game~?"

"You were always so turned on, are you holding back?"

"Well I'm very much turned on"

He said as I started typing his wrists above his head and on the headboard with the rope. It was tight and will surely leave marks, he wouldn't mind his clear skin being ruined by rope marks? Absolutely not.

Wrapping the blindfold around his eyes as he but his lip,he was always so turned on with your dominant side and how you act like you could hurt him since he was shorter than you and seemed intimidating.

In reality,you wouldn't hurt him that he wouldn't like. You put the vibrator on his shaft and put it to medium setting. He immediately moaned out your name as soon as he felt the vibrations.

His mouth drooling as you shoved one finger in his hole.

"It feels so good~ Mademoiselle~!! More!! More!!"

Who the hell were you to decline.

You added another finger in and did a scissoring motion,stretching his hole. "Ahnn~~! It's so good!!"

"Don't cum until I said so"

You said,you can tell just by his smirk and biting his lip that he was liking this. "Tell me, who's making you feel good?"

"Mademoiselle Y/n~" "louder,pet."

You put the vibrator setting on high and shoved a third finger.

"MADEMOISELLE Y/N--!! AGGHHNNM!!!! IM GONNA CUM!!!"

He shouts as you smiled and thrusted your three fingers hard into his hole "then cum" you said and synchronized with your finger thrust,he came hard and let out a half shout half moan.

You turned the vibrator off and removed your fingers,having him lick them clean. He was a panting mess as he struggled to take his hands back from the rope.

"A good boy doesn't fight back. You're being a bad boy, Rook"

"Then punish me~"

"You asked for it"

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Bonus✨:

3rd person POV

After Y/n left,Ace and Jamil were talking about her.

"I wonder where she gets her stamina? You'd think she's a pro athlete back in her universe"

Ace said as Jamil nods in agreement

"Well,she might be. I would t see why not. She knows every rule and is a good 3 point shooter and point guard after all" Jamil says

"I know where she gets the stamina,you wouldn't wanna know" A/n,the librarian of the NRC library, said as they were flying on a broom.

Hovering over Jamil's shoulder. "GAH!!" "Chillax,hun. I'm not here to talk about your car's extended warranty" A/n said with a smile

"She's got some... Personal training. That's where she boosts her stamina. Also,Ace. Do tell your dormwarden about 'The Great 7: Queen of Hearts' history' book,it's been gone for quite a while. I'm scared he might've done something with it"

"who's Y/n's personal trainer?", Jamil asked "Rook. But Ace,please tell Riddle" "Sure!" Ace said as A/n smiled "Well them,I'll see you kiddos around!" And with that,A/n left.

"Wait.. how is Rook Y/n's personal trainer?" Ace asked as Jamil and Ace looked at each other

Yes. It's that training,you two kids.

[thefanficmonster]

could u possibly do headcanons for dewey x reader where the reader is his childhood best friends? love ur writing!

I've said it countless times before and I'll say it again: DEWEY MY BELOVED 🧸

Thank you so much for your request, hun! Hope you enjoy the headcanons 💕

Pairing: Dewey Riley x Reader (Gender Neutral) {Platonic}, Dewey Riley x Gale Weathers {Background, Romantic} [Scream]

Warnings: SPOILERS for Scream 1,2&3, Swearing, Mentions of death and guilt

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

- You and Dewey met when your family moved into the house neighboring to the one of the Riley family

- You both were five years old at the time, both about to enter the first grade and both very unfamiliar with the whole concept of school

- Your parents moved around a lot because of their jobs so they never enrolled you into kindergarten, hindering you from becoming as social as you probably should've been at that age

- Dewey wasn't much different, he himself was a very shy kid that rarely got along with the other kids in the neighborhood

- In his defense, they were all straight up hooligans that knew nothing better than getting into trouble

- That's another thing you and Dewey had in common: being rule-followers and overall goody-two-shoe's

- It's those very similarities that brought you two close when you started school, turning you both into chatter boxes around one another

- You had plenty of the same interests and loved the same cartoons or comic books etc. which left you with an endless supply of things to talk about

- Over time you started breaking free from your shell and attempted to help Dewey make new friends as well

- Even to this day you’re the more social one between you two

- When you were both eight, Tatum was born and you rascals were overjoyed

- Baby Tatum was already annoyed by you and Dewey since day one and that never changed

- Not when you babysat her as a toddler, not when you’d drop her off and pick her up from the local kindergarten or from school, not in her teenage years

- Never

- And when I say she was annoyed by you, I mean it in the best way possible

- She loved you like a sibling and always preferred you as a babysitter, knowing she could get away with more stuff if you were on the watch

- It’s not your fault you couldn’t say no when she gave you that tear-filled gaze and a pouty lip

- She also preferred talking to you about personal stuff like crushes and boyfriends while she turned to Dewey for help with school stuff

- It’s not like you couldn’t help her with that too but there had to be a balance in the dynamic somehow

- You remember all the times you’d wake up with her cuddled up next to you on the couch that was declared yours anytime you’d sleep over

- There were no questions asked: if Tatum had a bad dream, you were the one she’d go to, that is if you were in the house of course

- And when a bad dream, a downright nightmare became a reality, you couldn’t bare the fact that you weren’t there to protect her from it

- You couldn’t and still can’t forgive yourself for not being there, not that you could’ve known any of what was about to go down at that house that night anyway

- But still, you forced yourself to put on a brave face in front of Dewey who was light years more crushed than you were

- You were his shoulder to cry on while you cried into your pillow at night

- You were the pillar, he was the softie

- And he’d probably still be down in the dumps, or at least be doing a lot worse than he currently is if you weren’t there for him

- That’s why you’ve sworn to be by him every step of the way that you can

- Every time he’d want or need you there, you’d be by his side

- You were the one who first found out about his interest in Gale Weathers

- And you were also probably the first person to turn the tables on the reporter, asking her questions she wasn’t too keen on answering

- But you knew better than yo let her off the hook so easily

- You couldn’t let just anyone date your best friend

- You are as picky with his partners as he is with yours

- He’s probably got a point, though, you do have a bad taste in romantic partners

- You were also the first one to hit him square in the face with the fact that he was in love with the woman but he found it absurd

- And not even a week later he asked you to help him plan the proposal so...absurd my ass

- Needless to say, you had the chance to witness the proposal and be there for the first-hand experience of just how anxious Dewey can get when faced with a big upcoming event aka their wedding

- It reminded you a lot of the time he was about to accept his deputy star and official badge, he was sweating buckets all throughout the ceremony

- At least this time he managed to keep that bodily function under control as him and Gale exchanged their vows and were proclaimed husband and wife

- You were sitting front row on the groom’s side, hating your seating position because it left you with no way to hide the fact that you were tearing up

- And yes, you did tell yourself you wouldn’t do such a thing but alas you did

- And yes, Dewey noticed but luckily, in that moment, he couldn’t exactly tease you about it

- But don’t worry, Sidney, who was sitting next to you, did it for him

- Her and you had gotten closer over the last year with you having officially joined her protection squad 

- She handed you a tissue, “Never pegged you for a crybaby.”

- “Zip it, Prescott, you’re crying too.”

- “I am?”

- Yeah, you were both crying which automatically brought tears to the groom and bride’s eyes as well

- You didn’t feel sorry though

- You wanted Dewey to know how proud you were and always have been of him, how happy you are for him and Gale and how quickly you’d sacrifice your own happiness for his

- You’ve neve been to vocal about loving people, but you showed it in your actions, and in this situation, your tears were more than enough to send your message across

- I’m so proud of you, Dewey. Tatum is proud of you too, I bet my life on that. You deserve the world, Riley, I haven’t told you this a lot in this lifetime so far, excuse me, I’m not good with words and you know it, but I’ll still say it and I’ll keep it short and simple....

- I’m so lucky to be able to call you my best friend, my brother. I owe so much to you and I’m not sure I’ll ever pay you back for all you’ve done for me. But since we never know what tomorrow will hold, I want you to know only one thing: that I love you, Dwight Riley. I love you, brother.

[may-fanfic]

After You’ve Gone pt 2

summary: Natasha is broken up, after her decision to cheat on you splits the two of you apart, unbeknownst to her, Wanda is there to comfort you 

warnings; cheating 

word count: 3,492

masterlist 

pt 1 

a/n: was honestly so conflicted on how i should end this story but i hope you guys enjoy 💕

((feel free to send in any request you may have)) 

taglist: @madamevirgo​

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Natasha moved through the compound, ignoring her teammates' calls as she tugged her earphones over her ears to block out any more noise. When she made it to the training room, she was relieved to see that it was empty. Natasha honestly couldn't be bothered right now. All she wanted to do was beat the living shit out of the punching bag, anything to get you out of her head. It seemed to be a constant in her mind, the way things ended so terribly, all because of her. Even in her dreams, she sees it. She hadn't heard from you since despite how many times she tried to reach you.

She knew for your sake; she needed to leave you alone. You were going through it as much and, if not, more than her, but Natasha wanted you, no, she needed you back. Her life felt empty without you. Her days felt all mushed together into a jumble of nothingness. For the past couple of days, it's been hitting her hard. The reality of it finally settling in ultimately. For the first couple of weeks, she convinced herself that she'd be at the compound for training, but as time went on, it was apparent that this was the place she'd have to call home once again.

It was the week of your honeymoon; she was a wreck, spending most of her days cooped up in her room or training. She should've been with you having the time of your lives, but instead, she was bounded to her bed, her phone in hand as she prayed you'd call. You never did.

----- A soft knock sounded at your door, you let out a gentle whine. You didn't want to see anyone. You just wanted to sit here and hope that eventually, you'd feel better. All you could do was watch sad romantic movies and cry. It wasn't healthy, you knew that much, but you were healing.  You knew it'd take time before you felt like yourself again. You just wished you could fast forward to that.

Another much harder knock sounded, causing you to groan, forcing yourself up from your couch. When you pulled the door open, you were met with Wanda's kind features. She wore a smile, but it fell because of the frown and puffiness of your eyes. You were in worse condition than the last time she saw you. You hated that you were the cause of the pout that played on her lips, so you tried to force a smile. "hey, maxi!" you tried to sound cheerful, but your voice was hoarse from crying.

"Hey, babes." you were glad that she didn't question you. You just wanted to enjoy her presence without the reminder of Nat. you let out a gentle sigh when she tugged you into a tight hug, nuzzling your face into the nape of her neck. If you were honest, you were glad that Wanda was here. If she weren't, you'd probably be watching some sad movie, devouring another carton of ice cream.

After she settled into your home, she offered to make you some dinner, you accepted eagerly. You couldn't remember the last time you had a good homecooked meal. "um..." you began as you watched the woman stir at the pot. she looked over her shoulder at you briefly, taking in your features. She knew you well, so she expected the words to spill past your lips even before they did. "how's nat?" you questioned, leaning against your head.

Wanda hated that you were asking about her after everything, but she also couldn't help but swoon at how caring and thoughtful you always were; that was one thing she loved about you.

"she's-" she paused for a moment, shrugging casually as Wanda looked back down at the pot. "not good." she chose to be truthful, telling you carefully how Natasha is barely even seen around the compound. You frowned lightly. You hoped that she was doing even slightly better than you. "oh..." you frowned, observing as Wanda moved with ease as if she was made to become a chef. She was such a natural. You wondered if, in some other life, that's what she'd do.

"How are you, though, baby?" you hummed lightly, sipping at your water for a moment so when you talked, it didn't come out too scratchy. "I miss her," you confessed, causing wanda's heart to pound. She knew you were compelled to miss her, but she just wished you could forget about her entirely. Wanda spun away from the stovetop, wiping her hands on a rag before she moved over to you. "I know you do, but you deserve better." she frowned when you shrugged.

"what was that?" she questioned, waving her finger around you, causing you to look up at her shyly. "what?"

"that shrug!" you let your shoulders drop in defeat as the woman leaned over the kitchen island to reach out for your hand. There was no reason for wanda to be holding your hand right now, but she'd find any excuse to touch you.  "You don't think you deserve better, hun?" her voice was so soft, the gentleness of it could make you cry.

"I don't know if anyone is better than her," you confessed. Wanda's chest tightened; she could be better. How didn't you see that? It pained Wanda in all honesty, she spent most of your friendship trying her hardest to win you over, and all you ever saw was Natasha.

"You deserve someone who won't cheat on you before your wedding." Jealousy was laced in her harsh tone, which made you look up at her, but she looked down at your intertwined hands. Her manner was always so gentle and soft when she spoke to you, and now all you could feel was anger radiate from her. she squeezed your hand gently, her thumb caressing your knuckles which let you know that she wasn't upset at you for your foolish thoughts.

"I just want you to be happy," she admitted, her voice soft as her eyes fluttered up to meet yours. "Anyone who could hurt you like that isn't worthy of your love." she was right, wanda was always right, and as much as it pained you to admit even if you ended up back with Natasha, you knew you'd never love her the same.

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Natasha laid in silence, her eyes trained on the ceiling. She tried her hardest to think about anything else other than you. Anything would be better than the wicked thoughts that taunted her. She knew she deserved it. She was a horrible person that deserved to be tormented for her actions. Her eyes burned with tears as she thought about you; the simple thought of your smile made her stomach hurt because now all she could imagine was the fact that she'd never be the reason for it again.

You were truthfully the best person she'd ever met, and because of her stupid decision, you were out of her life for good.  She hated that she was too stupid to see how much she wanted to commit to you. Her chest burned; she wanted nothing more than to go back in time to change everything.

She knew she'd stay home with you and spend the night showering you with nothing but love; that's all she wanted to do right now. She wanted to rush into your home and tell you a billion times that she was sorry, but she knew deep down that it wouldn't be enough, and she was emotionally ready to be turned away. She just wanted to ask to start over with you; she'd hope you'd say yes. "Nat!" Clint's voice boomed before her door swung open; she sat up in her bed, wiping frantically at her watery eyes.

"Listen, Nat! You fucked up, okay? But you can't just lay here forever." his voice was harsh, and it made a knot form in her throat. His tough love always worked before, but as she met his eyes, her lips quivered; it was clear that it wouldn't work this time, so he let out a soft sigh.

"Natty, I know you love her-" he paused to move beside her on her bed, his hand finding a place on her shoulder. She let out a soft sob, her hand coming to fly over her mouth while the other rested against her chest. He reeled her into his chest, holding her close against him. She wasn't a terrible person, she made a mistake, and Natasha needed to own it.

"You hurt her, Natasha... but you're not horrible..." he whispered, caressing her arm as she cried. She felt horrible; she felt like a monster. Her body ached as she cried, gripping onto the man's shirt in agony. Everything was so perfect between you and Natasha; there was never a reason for her to do what she had done. She wished she just spoke to you; you could make all her worries melt away.

Clint hated seeing Natasha in so much pain, he pitted her, but he couldn't help but be mad at her. He set you two up after months of Natasha pining over you; why would she ever want to mess that up? He could see how insanely flawless the relationship was; he could never justify her actions even if he tried.

"I just want to talk to her." she cried out, causing the man to sigh; he was her friend before anyone else's, so with that thought, he pulled his phone if his pocket and dialed your number. It perked her curiosity as the phone rang, and when it connected, she could hear your soft voice echo through the phone; it eased her completely.

"hey, kid," he spoke softly, causing you to hum lightly, greeting the man. You knew why he called; you didn't have the strength to hang up; you wanted to hear her. "is Natasha there?" you asked softly, your eyes fluttered closed, your heart pounded as you waited for his response.

"yeah..." he answered after some time, his gaze snapping down to the girl with tearful eyes. "she wanted to talk to you," he whispered, causing you to rub gently at the bridge of your nose. You shouldn't, you really shouldn't, but you wanted to. It scared you how much you actually wanted to speak to her; you hardly went that long without her, and now it had been nearly a month of no contact. You missed her; it was a haste decision when you uttered out, "put her on."

Natasha loved Clint at the moment; with shaky hands, she took the phone, watching as he got up and left. "hey baby," she rasped out, her eyes already watering up. "have you been crying?" you asked softly, rubbing your sweaty hand over your sweatpants. She cleared her throat, leaning back onto her bed to try and ease her nerves.

"Are you okay?" you questioned when you got no response. Natasha expected you to yell at her, tell her that she had no right to be so sad when all this mess was her fault but instead, you were the same usual soft, compassionate person that she fell in love with.

"I just miss you." her voice shook as her eyes began to flow freely once again; if she closed her eyes, she could see you, your bright smile that always managed to make her heart race. "I miss you too." it gave her hope that she shouldn't have. she tightened her hand over the phone, holding it so close to her ear so she couldn't miss out on anything you had to say.

"I know why you did it, Nat... I was scared too,"  you stated, your eyes clouded with tears, and your throat burned. "but I loved you, Natasha, and I was just so ready to be with you forever." That hurt her; hearing your voice break physically pained her more than anything ever could.

"I wish I could take it back. I only want you." this was a moment of weakness, you knew that, but Natasha's voice was so genuine and soft.

"Natty, as much as I want to tell you to come over, I can't, baby." The usual pet name rolled over your tongue too quickly; you hardly caught it until it sounded into the phone. "I know," she whispered, tugging her blanket over her body to form some comfort. "I'm sorry."

"I forgive you."

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"I spoke to her," you whispered to your friend as she lounged in your bed, helping you find an outfit for Tony's wedding. She sat up swiftly, her eyes trained on you. "why?" she tried her best to keep her emotions at bay, but it was hard as she gazed at you.

"Clint called." you shrugged, moving to the mirror to look over the tight dress you pulled on. You could still see wanda in the mirror, roll her eyes. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"you aren't thinking about getting back with her, are you?" she questioned, her heart cracking when you shrugged. "I don't know, wanda, maybe." You ran a hand through your hair when she huffed out.

"That's the dumbest shit-"

"I thought you wanted me to be happy!" you suddenly turned, inching your way over to wanda, anger dripping from your words. Why couldn't she be a good friend and tell you that getting back with her isn't that terrible. she shot up from the bed, nearing you, causing your breathing to hitch as you looked up at her. "not with her." you huffed lightly, moving to turn away from her but she caught your wrist.

"Why do you care so much, wanda? It's my life!"

"Because I love you! I can't stand to see you get hurt again," she yelled out; she never raised her voice at you before, but tensions were so high, she couldn't control it. "I've watched you fall in love with her time after time. I can't do this anymore!" with that, the witch left you there, your breathing uneven. Your thoughts were scattered as you tried to understand it all; Wanda loved you.

How couldn't you see it before? Now that you thought about it, it was painfully obvious. The girl had been practically throwing herself at you for years; you always just figured it was friendly and innocent. You knew everything was different now, though.

You moved quickly through your home, eager to find the woman who just confessed her love for you. You managed to run down the stairs just in time for Wanda to be opening up your front door. "Wanda!" you sounded desperate as you called out for her. she let out a soft sigh, turning her head to glance over at you.

Wanda softened when she noticed the faint tears that clouded your eyes. "Don't go." you pleaded; her lips parted when you choked out a sob.

"Don't leave me, Wanda," you begged, and in an instant, she shut the door before making her way over to you with open arms. You cried out when she embraced you tightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, nuzzling your face into her neck.

Wanda knew this would take some work, but she was willing to try if you were.

----- When Natasha first saw you, she was starstruck. Natasha felt the same way she did the first night she met you, like a high schooler with a crush, but then she noticed how your fingers laced with Wanda's. It was a couple of months since the breakup, she still felt broken up about it, but you looked like you were happy. The way you grinned when you embraced Pepper and congratulated her made Natasha's heart pound.

It should've been the two of you who were celebrating your marriage but instead, she was staring at you from across the bar, not daring to make a move to talk to you. She didn't want to ruin your night. She'd do anything to ensure that smile stayed on your lips. You were all that Natasha wanted; she was sure you'd be the one she let getaway.

When the music slowed, you didn't hesitate to urge Wanda to dance with you, and she agreed quickly. Her hands rested gently across your waist as she stared down at you with pure adoration. "You know..." you started, your hand coming up to rest gently against her cheek. She leaned into your palm, beaming at you.

"I want this if you can give me the time." wanda leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead; wanda could wait forever just an ounce of your love. She has waited this long; if you needed time to heal, she could give you that.  

"Take your time, baby." her voice came out so soft, and you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips. You wanted to thank her, but you knew words wouldn't be enough; wanda had been there whenever you needed her; you felt like there was only one way you could really repay her, so you leaned forward and caught her lips in a gentle kiss. It was quick, but it proved that you were serious.

Honestly, you always had a slight crush on Wanda way before Natasha; you swept it under the rug when you met the spy, but now as you stared up at her, your heart swooned. It scared you, but you knew better than to imagine Wanda ever hurting you.

"Don't hurt me," you whispered out, leaning your head against her shoulder; she let out a gentle sigh. She knew you'd have so many underline trust issues because of Natasha, but Wanda could never imagine herself ever doing something like that. You were so sweet and precious; all Wanda wanted to do was protect and care for you.

"Never," she promised, her arms growing tight around you, as much as it frightened you, you trusted her.

------

As much as you wanted to pretend that Natasha didn't exist that night, you knew you couldn't do that. The only way you could do that was if you had closure. With a shaky breath, you followed the woman out to the balcony, noticing the way she hugged herself for warmth. "Hey," you called out, your voice wary when she turned.

She knew she lost you when you looked at her with a gentle smile, you extending your hand offering the drink you had brought for her, she took it, thanking you lightly. "so wanda?" she questioned softly, you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips at the thought of the girl.

"yeah..." you uttered out, wrapping your arms around yourself when the breeze blew. "I always had that feeling," Natasha confessed, offering you a tiny, almost knowing smile. You wondered if that's why she grew so hesitant.

"what do you mean?" you raised your eyebrow, looking out into the view. It was calming to be so high up, looking over the city. "You never looked at me the way you did her." she shrugged; her eyes lingered on you as you stood next to her. "I did love you," you whispered, snapping your gaze over to her; she nodded. "I love you," she expressed, her smile turning sad. "but I'm happy for you." you sigh, leaping forward to embrace the woman.

She needed that; she honestly did. She felt eased as she held onto you, not quite ready to let you go, and she was glad that you hadn't moved. "we'll be okay." Natasha muttered, causing you to nod, nuzzling your face into her neck. You knew that you and Natasha could be friends; everything would work out the way it supposed to, and that thought left you content.

"you ready to go, baby?" her voice boomed, causing you to break apart from the hug, looking over at the woman in the doorway who held her jacket open for you. You smiled lightly, moving away from Natasha to greet Wanda, slipping yourself into the coat when she held it up for you.

"I'll see you later, Nat." she nodded, looking over at the both of you as wanda's hand slipped into your own. "See you." she smiled weakly at you, and then you turned with wanda and left her there. As much as her body ached, she was glad you were okay. She understood that she fucked it up; she'd have to live with that for the rest of her life.

If she was honest, she still felt a thread of hope, even if it was absurd to think. Crazier things have happened in her life; maybe she was just in denial, or perhaps she was right. After all, you always ended up back with her.

[anystalker707]

So pretty, all mine

Pairing: Frank x [enby, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 300 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's a boring day after coming back home from a tour and (y/n) decides to ask Frank if they can peg him - Frank accepts, thinking it's nothing much, just to find out he's so wrong. Kind of content: Reader is very loving <3 / Dirty talk / Praising / Pegging / Subspace

Requested by anon

Being home after so long feels weird, even if it’s far from the first tour we have been on since the start of the band, feeling like in a bus when sitting down for too long or having this feeling something is missing by the time we were supposed to head back to the bus. Sometimes I remember the first times we would come back time from the Bullets and Revenge tours, all tired and like trash, but motivated to write new music.

We’re probably having a longer pause now, on the other hand, considering how long The Black Parade Tour was, just to rest and let things settle down for a bit until the oncoming tour with Linkin Park.

A sigh escapes my lips as I look around the kitchen, hands on my hips. I should do something. Maybe eat something. Fuck, no, I just ate something. Okay, I guess I should practice, then… but that’s not what the pause is supposed to be for. Distracting myself will do, I guess, so watching TV it is.

Sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV makes me feel useless at first, but again, it’s the result of being pulled away from the tour’s routine. Even if slowly, it’ll pass.

My attention averts away from the TV’s screen at hearing footsteps before Frank’s walking into the kitchen, only in a shirt and boxers, standing on his tiptoes as digging through the cabinets in search for something. His shirt falls a few inches below his hips, but rides up with him reaching the cabinets, exposing his ass. Nice ass.

He turns around with Oreos in hands, and raises an eyebrow at me. “Want one?” he asks through the Oreo hanging from his mouth.

“No, but come here.” I make a motion, adjusting my position on the couch – he shrugs, but does so anyway, taking the bag of cookies in hand, and he’s about to sit down by my side when I pull him to my lap instead. He pauses, slowly relaxing against me, eventually continuing to eat; he holds up an Oreo, a bitten one, eyes averting down. I smile. “No, thanks.” I press a kiss to his cheek, hugging him close.

A hum comes from Frank in response and he sighs softly, shifting lightly to make himself comfortable until his head is resting against my shoulder. “What are you watching?”

“I literally just sat down.” My hand slides down to his thigh, my thumb running across the skin and tracing the tattoo there. “Y’know,” I mutter in his ear, tightening my grip around him, “I think we could do something.”

“Something?” Frank asks, sounding halfly immersed in whatever is playing on the TV.

“Yeah.” I take a hold of his jaw, making him face me – he pouts, which makes me smile, brushing our noses together affectionately. “I was wondering if I could peg you. Can I?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he says after a moment, “let’s go.”

Now, that was easy. I raise an eyebrow at him, he just shrugs. Does he– Well, of course he does know what pegging means, he’s not that dumb, I just didn’t know he would react so careless to it. Not bad, so everything is fine.

“Good.” I peck his lips and trail down to his jaw, eventually reaching his neck when he tilts his head to the side, sighing pleased, just to let out a quiet gasp once my teeth sink into a spot a few inches under his ear. Great. “Go upstairs, then.” I slap his thigh softly, chuckling at the groan coming from him.

Frank stands up and heads to the kitchen to leave the rest of the Oreos on the counter before he can go upstairs, but not without looking back at me with a glare – seeing that I’m still smiling maybe gets him more annoyed, continuing his way with heavy and low steps. Okay, gives me more time to watch the back of his thighs.

I’m finally heading upstairs after turning the TV off and putting the Oreos back inside the cabinet, walking into the bedroom to find Frank kneeling down in the middle of the bed, looking at the nothing, hands over his thighs.

The way he accepted it so easily is still in my mind when my shirt meets the ground, but whatever, not like we can’t stop at any moment or anything.

The mattress sinks under my knees as I move towards Frank until settling down, hands cupping his face before our lips are pressed together in a sweet kiss that quickly gains a familiar urgency, with Frank’s hands wrapped around my wrists, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss, eventually pulling me over him. Our lips separate for only seconds among all the shifting, adjusting our positions until Frank’s on his back and I’m over him, a forearm on the mattress to hold myself up, a knee between his spread legs.

“Hm, (y/n),” he mutters against my lips, hands on the sides of my neck, trailing to my hair.

“‘M here, baby.” My lips run along his jaw, soon pressing soft kisses down his neck, peppered in between nibbles and sucking which have his breath quickening, shallow.

My hands drop to Frank’s waist, slipping under his shirt, rubbing circles into the skin. A shaky breath escapes his nose when I reach a spot near his collarbones and he’s tugging on my hair, unable to contain a sound when my thumbs poke under the waistband of his boxers.

Frank’s grasp almost doesn’t let me pull away, only doing so when he notices my intention of getting rid of his shirt, followed by his boxers, revealing his half hard cock, but he seems to have other priorities, pushing his hips up into the air in a useless seek for friction. A grin tugs on my lips at it and I can’t help but to take a grip of his hips, leaving a kiss down his happy trail.

Despite a groan of frustration coming from Frank, I still pull away to get rid of my own clothes, keeping an eye on him to swat his hand away just in time so he won’t touch himself.

“Fuck you!” Frank pouts.

“Behave!” I chuckle, slapping his thigh – he lets out what sounds like a moan at it, jumping.

I can’t really make out Frank’s words, incoherent grumbling; they immediately stop when I’m sitting between his legs with the lube in hand after reaching for it in the bedside table.

“You fine?” I put the tube away to spread the lube on my fingers.

“Of course!” He nods exigently, squirmish.

“Aw, you’re not being a good boy!” I furrow my eyebrows and need to suppress a smile at how quickly Frank’s cheeks turn red as he looks away, what seems like pure frustration being opposed by how hard he’s getting through time. “Just tell me if you need me to stop or something, okay?” I drop the teasing, pressing a kiss to his stomach, and can feel him physically relaxing.

“Right,” he breathes.

His hole flutters under my touch as I trace the ring of muscles, spreading the lube around it before finally pushing a finger in, slowly – he tenses up, clenching around me, but a sound is only slipping past his lips when there’s a second finger and, after a few pushes, finding his prostate is easy.

A breath hitches in Frank’s throat, making a muffled moan come from him once my fingers start pressing against his prostate, massaging the spot; his thighs quiver in poor attempts of moving his hips down against my fingers, coming to a brief stop with a third finger.

“Fuck,” he says, voice tight, but only nods when I look up to check if he’s fine.

My free hand runs up Frank’s torso, running along the skin and feeling it rise under my touch. He moans encouragingly as I start pressing kisses to his tummy, slowly going up his chest and he’s gasping when my thumb runs across his nipple experimentally, hands flying to hold onto my hair, compelling me to continue fondling it and the skin around.

“How does it feel?” I ask against his chest, mostly pressing kisses down to it. He moans in response, in a positive tone. “Use your words, hun.”

“G-Good,” he gasps, tugging at my hair softly.

“Oh, yeah? How good?” I grin, pressing down against his prostate and feeling him quiver as his hips jerk forward. “Are you my good boy, Frank? So small and pretty and cute? Look at how pathetic you are, baby. I didn’t even touch your cock, only fingered your pretty ass so far and you’re already in such a poor state.”

“I– Yeah, I am, fuck– You make me feel very good, oh my God,” he exclaims, voice unusually high. “You make me feel so good, (y/n), please don’t stop, I– Fuck.” He melts. Moans easily fill the room now, not so frequent but loud, constant, coming to an end with a weak complaint and buck of hips after I break contact completely, considering Frank was becoming dangerously tight and urgent.

“Hands and knees, hm?” I press a kiss to his thigh before breaking complete contact to reach for the box under the bed.

“Gimme a moment,” Frank sighs.

“‘M not rushing you,” I chuckle, rummaging through the box and eventually moving to slip on the strap-on and have the toy lubed up.

Something about all of this, making Frank get in such a state, having such a power, is just… amusing, in a way, and maybe I had been wasting my time and should've had this idea before. A squeal comes from him at the slap across the back of his thigh, intensifying the proud feeling in my chest as I kneel behind him, holding his hips up.

“So pretty and all mine, hm?” I mutter against the crook of his neck, my chest pressed to his back. The words are far from something I’d usually say, nonetheless, they snatch a quiet pleading sound from Frank and he doesn’t even answer properly when I ask if he’s ready. “Are you in subspace, love?” Now, what a pleasant surprise.

No answer comes from Frank and I don’t need one, after all – he doesn’t show any discomfort nor says the safe word –, so I carry on. His breath audibly hitches when I’m guiding the toy in, tensing up, so I give him his time, free arm wrapped around his torso and kisses softly pressed to his back among comforting words. When the toy finally sinks in until the base, he’s breathing heavily, head hanging low and hands clenched around the sheets.

“You’re doing so well, hun,” I hum and let my hands wander up and down his waist, soothing and trying to avert his attention away from whatever discomfort.

As a relieved sigh comes from Frank, I grip onto his hips, pulling back before pushing back in and Frank’s moans slowly start to cut through the thick atmosphere of the room with the continuous motions. The way the movements intensify eventually have the toy brushing against me, against my clit, just right to give me the friction I wasn’t even aware that I craved.

“Fuck,” Frank says with a moan, arching his back, quickly followed by a louder moan when I change the angle of the thrusts; his hips move to meet mine. There it is, then, good.

My fingers sink into Frank’s hips for more support, pulling him against me at the same time my hips jerk forward. Fucking whines come from Frank, one after the other, weak cries as his arms collapse under him and he squirms on the mattress and, fuck, how hot can he be?

“Ah,” he breathes, eyes pressed shut, “shit, that’s intense, fuck.”

Not what he thought? No wonder why he accepted so easily. I chuckle – or try to, breathlessly.

“You look so hot like this, baby,” I mutter, one of my hands falling to a space on the mattress next to him. “Didn’t know I could break you like this, huh? ‘Bet you wish I had come up with this before, don’t you? Look at you, you’re loving this!” I grin at how hopeless he becomes, knuckles white around the sheets, gasps escaping his mouths helplessly; I press a kiss to his shoulder. “‘Bet you can’t even think straight right now.” Because, fuck, I can’t. So hot. I might just come from that.

Frank’s lips are pressed together, twitching lightly, but no word ever comes from him. Instead, one of his hands slowly moves down and I slap it away the moment I notice what he wants to do.

“No, no, no!” I click my tongue, taking a hold of his wrist to pin it down to the mattress. “You can come without touching yourself, just like the good boy you are. Are you close, baby? You almost coming?” I press kisses to his shoulder, satisfied with the affirmative hum coming from him. “Gonna make you feel so good,” I mutter under my breath, moving faster, the thrusts heavy and harsher – sending pleasure ringing up my spine –, in a way it doesn’t take long until a loud moan escapes his lips and his thighs are quivering. I take a look at his face, taking in every detail, and I can feel the knot tightening in my lower stomach.

Frank’s eventually coming down from his high with weak sounds and labored breathing, legs twitching lightly with the aftershocks.

Quiet curses escape my lips under my breath while I pull away, watching him collapse to the mattress without much reaction, and get rid of the toy as fast as possible and fucking hell, I barely touch myself before I’m coming, moaning in relief with my fingers sliding against my clit. So pathetic and so good at the same time.

I lie down on the bed next to Frank, pulling into my arms to hug him lovingly, brushing the hair away from his face. He hums softly, eyes slowly opening to reveal the beautiful hazel irises as thin rings around dilated pupils for a moment. Frank says nothing, only burying his face in the crook of my neck.