#I'm mafia-baiting sorry

[moongreenlight]

Mafia!Price is NOT your fucking aesthetic. A full comprehensive list as to why.

He cooka da pizza!

He goes to church every Sunday. A massive Roman Catholic Church downtown. Ancient building with floor-to-ceiling stained glass windows depicting the life and loss of Christ. Full two hour masses that he always wears a suit to. At first it starts as some last-ditch attempt to absolve him of his guilt, but then it became habit. 

And maybe it was his wife. Her parents were devout and just about keeled over when they found out their only daughter was married by a quick ceremony in the courthouse to a man they’d never met. Her mother was the worst, though it was to be expected. Likely didn’t know John had won his new bride when her husband didn’t have the funds left to pay off his debt. Fucking miracle she hadn’t yet done the math and realized his first child was born seven months later. He’d be persecuted to no end.

There was a target on his back since the wedding. Always put him in the hot seat on Sunday evening dinners while his wife was trying to wrangle their children into eating their vegetables. Drilled into him about work and life and why he always seemed too busy to prioritize “something worthwhile” in his life. Mother sets in on him like she’d been waiting for the opening all evening.

“So, John. Remind us what you do for work.” Accusatory. Glaring over her barely touched plate of roast at him.

“Contracting. Bit of this and that.” He fights the urge to roll his eyes, if only barely. 

“Hm. And what does that entail? Can’t keep you as busy as you swear you are.” She’s unabashed. Her husband doesn’t share the sentiment. He sighs into his glass of brandy and tries to catch her eye. 

“Don’t do much hands-on these days. Project management and bookkeeping for me now. Brought on a few guys to do the grunt. You remember from when we did your bathroom, I’m sure.” He doesn’t shy away from the challenge. Principled. 

“Boys would do well to have some structure. Bet they haven’t been in a church since they were baptized.” She ignores his parry and switches to what she really wants to talk about after looking over to her daughter who is all but force-feeding them florets of broccoli. Typical.

He finally wore down after a Christmas where the only gift he got from them was a deep brown leather-wrapped bible. Used. Split down the spine, dog-eared pages.  Like they’d stolen it from the shelf in the pew for the dolts who weren’t well-mannered enough to bring their own. 

From then, it had become a welcome escape from reality. Church in the morning. 8am service, because he was up before the sun anyway. Sipping coffee in the kitchen beforehand, pouring over a heavy binder with the title ‘family finance’ scrawled in his wife’s delicate handwriting across the front.

He could hear her wrestling with their two boys in the bathroom upstairs. Their indignant screeching clueing him in that he should probably get up and help, but he always tried to steal a few more moments to himself. Calm before the storm.

The boys have sour looks on their faces when they stomp down the stairs not five minutes later, though they’re nothing in comparison to their mother who’s only a few steps behind. They get the deep furrow in their brows from him, the bitter curl of their lips from her. 

“Glad you’re enjoying your slow start, John. Really.”

He should feel worse for not helping. Tries to lay her hackles back down by snapping the binder shut and pressing a chaste kiss to her temple. She barely pauses to accept it before pushing past to pack her purse. Four bibles, his ratty one, her perfectly white one with different colored sticky notes poking out the sides, and two smaller children's bibles that she’d shove in their laps for appearance sake. Snacks for the boys, and a flash of the handle of her small handgun- safetied and then shoved into the bottom of her tote.

“Should’ve shouted f’you needed help. Can’t hear a thing down here.” The boys snicker when he winks over at them. They’re outfitted in their Sunday best. Slacks with damp finger marks on the thighs from where she’d tried to smooth out wrinkles. Buttoned-down shirts that they were already tugging at the collars of. Hair gelled back, no doubt the reason for their griping earlier. 

She doesn’t find it nearly as funny as they do. Shoots him a nasty look over her shoulder before disappearing into the spare room to grab a pair of low heels. 

“We’re already late. If we have to sit in the back again, you’ll never hear the end of it.” It’s not an empty threat. They’d missed one service and some aunt had told her mother in passing. Took three months to get her to stop bringing it up.

“S’not even half seven. Takes fifteen minutes to get there.”

It’s supposed to mollify her, but it has the adverse effect. She looks ready to throw a shoe at him when she sits on the bottom stair to tug them on. He raises his hands in surrender.

“Easy.” 

Somehow all four of them make it to the car in one piece. He sends a message to Kyle before they leave telling him to save them a space toward the front to err on the side of caution.

#I'm mafia-baiting sorry #This was really just to get me back into posting my writing lol #moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites #sephspeaks #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #drabble #price cod #captain john price #john price #captain price #price x reader #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #mafia au

[finnzhal]

CRIMSON KNOLASTNAME x GN!READER

@psychicanais asked

hey i’m just asking maybe could you do dating head canons for crimson from helluva boss? nsfw or sfw i don’t mind <33

FINN's response

Hello ! I' m sorry if this headcanons can be a bit OOC , I tried making it realistic as much as possible . I' m a SFW blog but I felt a bit risky last night and mix some NSFW headcanons there hehe

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NOTE : I don' t condone this behavior in real life . If you' re sensitive to heavy topics I suggest reading something else in my page !

I literally have to rewatch S2 EP 3 for this cause i don't give two shits about MOXXIE' s dad

If you guys are interested in requesting , my requests are open ! Just make sure to read my INFO's !!

Reader : GENDER NEUTRAL , YOU / YOUR

Character : CRIMSON KNOLASTNAME

Mentions : SPOILERS (?) , DARK Toxic relationship , Abusive , spoilers(?) , Sexism, lack knowledge of LGBTQ / homosexuality

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How you guys met

[] To be honest , I don't really see Crimson getting into committed relationships . He would just do one night stands wether a woman or a man whenever he feels ykyk

[] Crimson probably met you in a bar or you were once his victim that seduced him while you're about to get killed ( I'm loosing creativity for this one- )

[] So Crimson made you as one of his toys whenever he wants to relieve himself , calling you and talking to you just because of that .

[] Slowly meeting more other than in bed , making you as an employer of his Mafia , making you live in his house , and now actually dating . In those correct orders .

[] Crimson asked you out after one of his successful kills

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[] Crimson would spoil you with gifts , expensive ones and the most questionable yet disgusting ones too . He gifted you a skull once , the skull was from one of the people who mistreated you

[] Crimson would bite you at every part of your body whenever you guys are alone , He doesn't care if it's visible . He wants people to know you're his .

[] Crimson will and would show you off to his gangsters and to everyone

[] Crimson will call you " His treasure " or " His bait " . . If you guys are alone he'll call you " Darling " or " Dear / Dearest "

[] Crimson will literally flirt with you at any given time just to see your flustered reaction . If you do flirt back , you know what will happened next

[] Crimson will make you as bait to get his victims , if his victims gets closer to you or touch you . You'll see the victim's skull on the wall

[] Crimson would get very possessive over you

[] Crimson would get an obsession over you , He doesn't want anyone to be closer to you or take you away from him .

[] Crimson would be controlling of you , guilt tripping, and manipulating you at every chance he gets and maybe even isolating you

[] Crimson will get his gangsters to monitor you everywhere you go . He's not gonna let you try and do anything funny .

[] If you' re a man , he would choose being the top everytime you guys sleep together . It' s less gay , he said . .

[] If you're a woman , he would talk shit about your behavior for not being a "woman" enough .

[] Crimson will punish you for disobeying him . To talking back to him , doing something or going somewhere without his permission , and more

[] Crimson will do quickies with you in risky places , it gets him riled up and will be extra harsh on you

[] Crimson will degrade and praise you outside and inside of the bedroom , there' s no in between

[] There' s times that Crimson is uncharacteristically clingy and sweet . He'll purr like a cat if you pet him after a long day , wrapping his tail around you for more

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I guess that's all for him . . I couldn't think of anything else and since this isn't my cup of tea . I tried my best , I hope you like it !

If there's any grammar / spelling mistakes , please let me know !

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© Do not steal. Please. FINN's fragile

#୨୧FINNZ.WORKS #୨ৎSTARLING.ASK #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva crimson #gn!reader #gn reader #male!reader #male reader #female reader #fem!reader #helluva boss crimson #crimson knolastname

[skzhocomments]

THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 15 - I was never there

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

Chapter 14 | Chapter 16

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Chapter 15 - I was never there

chapter word count: 2.8k words

~third person POV~

"Sky, can you hear me?!"

"I think Minho's mic works, guys!" Seungmin shouted to Jeongin and Han, turning his eyes to the big computer screen in the van and turning off his headphones, putting Minho on speaker.

"Minho?!" Han spoke.

"Connect me to Chan right now!" the boy shouted through the earpiece. "I did it! Fuck, but there's a BIG problem."

"We hear you, Lee Know."Chan spoke, signaling to Changbin and Momo to retreat to the cars outside.

"I killed him!"

"So he came to Tunnel A, after all, like Shade thought." Seungmin affirmed.

"There's a big problem here, fuck. Jeongin, prepare the medical kit immediately! I'm coming with Felix and Hyo!"

"Minho, calm down, what's wrong with them?"

"They've been shot! Shade... shot them both."

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"What the fuck happened?!" Chan opened the van's door and helped Minho carry Hyo and Felix inside. "Hyo, you were there with Shade the whole time... fill us in."

"I... Channie... I'm so sorry. Shade... no, Emilia. She... betrayed us. I don't know what happened, I really thought we were friends!" Hyo looked like a mess, crying her eyes out and bleeding profoundly from her leg.

"What... do you mean to say, Hyo...?" Chan asked with hesitation.

"When we were alone, the earpieces suddenly stopped working, and... she pulled out the gun on me... Told me she hates my guts, hopes I die and that she'll make it look like an accident! But then... Lixie opened the door... he tried to stop her, so she opened fire!" she cried.

"No... it can't be..." Chan shook his head. "That's impossible... she would never..."

"She kicked my gun from my hand when I tried to shoot back and then she shot me in the leg! Fuck, this hurts like a bitch!"

"It's impossible..." Chan continued to deny.

"OPEN YOUR GODDAMN EYES!" Minho shouted. "You have proof right here!"

"And there's more-" Hyo continued, barely speaking through the tears. "She must've been hand in hand with them the whole time... her room... still looked the same..."

"I- no..." Chan couldn't believe his ears. "But Lee Know killed their boss, so how..."

"I saw it too..." Minho nodded. "There were pics of her on the walls..."

"I told you... the baby with the rose mark on his back... wasn't a coincidence..." Hyo kept insisting.

Despite her messed up appearance, she was burning with happiness that she planted that seed a few months ago. It all fell into place, as Chan seemed to doubt Shade more and more.

Minho also bit the bait, much to her surprise, which only made things better for her. She was glad that she had the brilliant thought to shoot her leg and make it look like Shade did it.

It was so satisfying, she barely held in her smile.

Minho pat Chan on the back. "She probably thought that I wouldn't be able to take him down on my own... I know you love her, but... Lixie might not make it, Chris! And Hyo is also badly hurt! Because of her!"

"So... where is she, then?" Chan continued asking Hyo, not knowing what to think. Was Hyo telling the truth? How could she not, when she herself was bleeding so much?

"I don't know, Chris!" She cried out. "She ran away!"

"Look, we have some cameras outside, don't we? Seungmin can check if she left the Manor." Minho kept his calm, even though he was burning with rage inside. He also noticed that Chan wasn't completely rational, and when it came to hierarchy in SKZ, he was the next in line. It was time to help and take charge.

"Mhm, I found her... she headed towards the garage and left with a car just a few minutes ago. I'm trying to make out the plate number."

"Chris, we must... we must not let her get away." Hyo said. "What she's done to me... to Felix..."

"We won't." Lee Know placed his hand on Hyo's shoulder, comforting her. "We will find her and bring her back..."

Jeongin tried his hardest to tend to Felix and remove the bullets from his chest so he can stop the bleeding, being unable to process what the others were saying. His Emi would never do that. He was sure of that. 

However, seeing Chan's gaze darken, his blood ran cold. He felt that his leader's feelings for Emilia were disappearing with every word Hyo said, and hearing how determined Lee Know was to find her, he imagined the worst.

Emi, stay away... he pleaded in his mind. It would be better that way.

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Emilia took a car and started driving towards the side of the house where Jeongin, Jisung and Seungmin should've been stationed. However, no one was there when she arrived.

This can't be... Am I too late? she cried, hoping that the boys found Felix and took him back to the house.

It was only one way to find out, so she drove as best as she could, forcing herself to stay awake. The loss of blood was getting to her head, and the pain was almost unbearable, which forced her to take many stops on the long drive back to Stray Kids' house.

Tears were uncontrollably falling down her face, her vision blurry.

How did things get this fucked? She wondered, cursing herself for pushing down the uneasiness she felt about this night... that feeling of calm before the storm.

After almost three hours, she reached the house and stumbled inside.

She was able to hear voices in the kitchen, so she ran as fast as she could, in her wounded state, towards them.

Around the table, Chan, Hyo and Jeongin looked somberly.

"Emilia?!" Jeongin exclaimed and got up, coming to embrace the girl. He was quick to notice the blood coming from her abdomen, but before he could say or do anything, Chan got up and pushed him aside.

"Chan, how's Felix?!" the girl asked worriedly.

"Shade... bold of you to walk in here like this."

Shade? Why is he calling me Shade? Emilia quivered. He hasn't acted so cold ever since the baby incident...

"I don't know what you-"

"I'm barely holding myself together right now" Chan exhaled angrily. "... please, tell me... what the fuck did you do to Felix and Hyo?"

"I- I didn't do anything! Hyo, she's the one-"

"She's lying!" Hyo screamed at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face once again. "After what you've done to us, you dare to come back here?! How could you shoot me and Felix?"

"What?! I didn't- Chan, you have to believe me. Look, she-" Emilia tried to defend herself, but her words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as Chan got angrier the more she spoke.

"Get out." He spat.

"Wh.. what?" she looked at him puzzled. He surely wasn't telling her what she was hearing... was he?

"You heard me. Get the fuck out of here and never come back."

"But- but Chris-" she tried touching his face, wanting to speak some sense into him, but he already seemed to have his mind set.

"Don't fucking touch me." He replied emotionlessly.

Seeing that she wouldn't back down angered him even more, so he took it out on her with a powerful slap on her face.

The hit didn't seem to register, however, as she tried coming next to him again, touching his face, her hands shaking.

"I said, DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" he pushed her as hard as he could, making her body hit the wall behind. She fell on her knees weak, powerless.

Why was this happening to her?

"Chan-" Jeongin tried to intervene, but he was quickly shut down as well.

"Go check on Felix, will you?" his leader commanded.

Huh, so Felix is alive, that's good... Emilia thought, feeling relieved that at least her friend was alright.

"For what you've done, I should kill you right here and now. You somehow managed to make me fall for you. How stupid was I?!" Chan continued angrily pulling out his gun and pointing it to his former lover as soon as Jeongin reluctantly left the room. "How could you betray them, hm?! How could you betray me?!"

"I never-" she tried to talk, but the blood in her mouth from the slap made her cough.

"You look so pathetic." Chan laughed lowly. "And you are worthless. It wouldn't even be fun killing you at this point."

He came closer to her and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her to look at him. His gaze was so cold, it made her freeze, for she never saw him like that, not even in the first night she came to kill him.

In her head, especially since becoming his lover, she never connected Chris, the love of her life, to Chris, the heartless mafia leader.

"I'm gonna give you some time to pull yourself together... and when your world's sweetest, I'll hunt you down with everything I have. You hear me? This shall be fun. We can even put your pretty head on display somewhere in the garden when the time comes, why not? That's what rats deserve."

Emilia stood on the ground, silent.

"Not gonna say anything, doll? Then get the fuck out of my house already, will you? You fucking traitor." He let go of her hair pushing her, and turned around.

Nonchalant, he grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped off the blood on his hands – hers – then headed towards the door, signalling to Hyo to follow him.

Hyo took one last glance at Emilia before exiting the room in crutches. Seeing her like this was even more satisfying than if she managed to kill her earlier. 

God, what a good feeling! she smirked, turning around.

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(Song: The Weekend - I was never there)

(quick A/N: I recommend listening to this while you read the next part, as it's been an inspiration for this chapter)

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Emilia stood on the ground bleeding for what felt like hours. After having her whole life taken away from her by the man she loved most, she was completely empty.

It never mattered that she would've never betrayed Chan, that she would always be on his side, because it seems he was never on hers.

Otherwise, why would he turn his back on her so easily? How could he not even listen to a single word she tried to say?

He took Hyo's words at face value once again and didn't even doubt for a second that things could've happened differently.

Channelling all the force left in her body, she used the wall behind her to stand up. She slowly made her way out of the house, leaving a trail of blood behind her, and she walked through the now-so-familiar gardens of the manor, out on the empty streets, so dizzy she didn't even notice where she was headed.

However, her feet seemed to have a location memorized, as they brought her there without her mind to it.

The Overpass.

This shall be her grave.

Seems fitting. She thought, leaning against the old bridge's wall and letting herself fall down to the ground, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

Her vision was blurry enough either way, so why not just close them and listen to the world around her? After all, the last senses you lose when you die are hearing and touching, and so her hearing was as sharp as ever. Even sharper, perhaps.

Hearing the water's flow beautifully in front of her, she wished she could just be one of the fishes swimming without a care in the world in there.

Ah, if only I was a fish! She thought, bringing a smile to her face.

But no, I always wanted more. Too much.

Thinking of him hurts...

Fuck.

Why was I so stupid?

I can't believe I got myself tricked so easily.

Did I bring my own demise?

I must've, right?

It's all my fault things turned out this way.

Somewhere from her left side, heavy footsteps were closing in. She pulled out her gun, pointing it towards the dark figure that was approaching, and pulled the trigger. 

Of course, nothing happened. The gun was as empty as it was earlier when Hyo stabbed her.

She couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle.

„You lost a lot of blood." a quiet voice spoke next to her. She quickly felt herself being picked up from the ground.

She let herself indulge in this last gesture of care and placed her head on this person's shoulder. It felt different from Chan's.

Opening her eyes slowly, she was unable to see anything but a dark silhouette.

"San...? why are you here...?" Emilia asked weakly. "You died... did I... also... die...?"

"Shh. Don't speak. I'm here to repay the favour. I'll be your guardian angel this time." The voice said, making no sense in the girl's head, for the boy was not her former partner, but her Shadow.

"I'm gonna fix you. Everything will be alright." Jeongin spoke again, trying more to assure himself than to assure her.

"I will take care of you... I will never leave you alone..."

His voice was growing distant, as Emilia slipped in and out of consciousness.

~

She woke up a few days later in an unfamiliar room.

"Argh." She tried to stand up, the pain in her abdomen stopping her.

"You're awake! Thank God!" Jeongin rushed near the bed. "I was afraid you're gonna wake up when I'm not here."

"Felix... how is Felix?" Emilia asked anxiously, as she suddenly remembered all the events that took place before she passed out.

"He's stable for now, but... we still aren't sure if he'll make it... he has yet to wake up." Jeongin looked down for a brief moment, before sitting on the bed next to Emilia and grabbing her hands.

"I'm so glad you're awake, though. You have no idea."

"Jeongin... you shouldn't be here, Foxie..." she looked away. "I'm a traitor in Chan's eyes... he will kill you if he found out..."

"Emi, I know you would've never harmed Felix or Hyo... She is lying, isn't she?"

Hearing that question brought back all the feelings she tried to bury. She started crying uncontrollably, letting herself be embraced and soothed by Jeongin.

"Shh, it's okay."

"But it's not! Chan, he- fuck, Jeongin, I messed up!"

"If Felix wakes up, this whole misunderstanding will be solved..." Jeongin started.

"No, you're missing the point. I messed up because I let myself fall so in love with him, it hurts! I didn't care about how fast and hard I fell for him. Why didn't I know how dangerous that was, hm?!" She started sobbing, feeling all the pain inflicted on her soul by her former lover.

How little regard did he have for her and their relationship, she wondered? Why was it so easy to push her away, to not even care about what she had to say?

Wasn't he supposed to love her? To be on her side?

Or were those just lies?

Her feelings for Chan were suicide, only you couldn't see the ropes.

The boy held her tighter.

"I was simply... oblivious that his kisses were poison to me. How couldn't I notice it was too good to be true?!" she cried and cried, holding onto Jeongin for dear life.

However, this time he pulled away and wiped the tears off her face.

"Emi... it's not your fault. What other people do is not up to you..."

"You're right, but you know what the sad thing is? Even if I knew, it probably wouldn't have mattered. As long as it was him... I would've... gladly... drunk any poison." She smiled genuinely.

Jeongin didn't say anything in response, waiting for the girl to finish.

"The only mistake I made... was to not realise that he wouldn't do the same for me."

I would've taken a bullet for him to prove how much I loved him, but as it turned out... all this time, he was the one holding the gun.

"How ironic... Why did things happen like this?" she continued smiling.

After all, nothing hurts more in this world than a heart left wondering why. 

She didn't know what to do with herself, so she simply had to turn off everything around her. She had to grow numb, and her smile in these circumstances only proved so further.

"Jeongin, even if Felix wakes up, which I pray to God will happen, I can never go back there. Chris... I don't want to see him ever again."

The boy nodded.

"I always thought... white lilies represent a new you, a Rebirth... but you know, Innie?"

"I'm not sure I follow..." he replied, confused, unaware of the painting in Hyunjin's greenhouse.

"The truth is, they have a double meaning. They represent the dead... And that's what I want to be for him, do you understand?"

"Emi-"

"You will go out and dig a grave for me... and if he ever asks..."

"... I understand. And I promise you that I will do just as you asked me."

"Thank you, Innie." The girl smiled shily. "Truly. You're the only one I can still trust."

"Emi... how about this? We'll wait for a few more days until you are a bit better, you lost so much blood... and after that, let's leave this shithole behind, together. Let's run far away for good." 

Jeongin grabbed Emilia's face and looked deeply into her eyes. 

"I'll make you forget all about him."

With no warning, he pressed their lips together.

Let this be... the last time we see each other, Innie. Emilia thought and indulged in the kiss. 

The first time they met, she gave him the gift of life, saving him. This shall be her farewell present, then. 

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Chapter 14 | Chapter 16

#stray kids #straykids #stray kids smut #stray kids masterlist #stray kids mafia #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #bang chan imagines #bang chan angst #stray kids angst #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz smut #skz imagines #skz #lee minho #minho stray kids #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #felix #han jisung #seungmin #jeongin #yang jeongin

[walmart-icarus]

Hey there @walmart-cereal I have a headcanon about one of my posts!

Here it is https://www.tumblr.com/ria-coolgirl/727122658508095488/hey-so-i-just-had-a-random-thought-about

RAAAHHH YES HI RIA THANKS 4 THE ASK

(this was a bit of a challenge)

Usual warnings bla bla bla beta reader when

It was a normal usual casual night

for a bunch of immortals

Roaming around the boardwalk

The only problem was

they needed money for the vending machine behind the weird crystal witchy store that Star went into

so naturally they go ahead to the money dispenser

Max

again, the guys can be quite rowdy

and knock things in their way

press 'f' in the comments for the fallen Mafia Movies stand

"I guess you'll never get the birthday flavored Rice Krispies"

"sHut up Marko"

and just like that

they have to lectured or whatever

for ResPonSibiliTy

"to teach you guys a lesson, you have to take care of this"

And a chubby baby? Child? is being handed to Dwayne

(obviously)

"what the fuck is that"

"language David. A mother wanted me to babysit while she did groceries"

so

Here it is

They name the kid "Squabbledorf"

(to anyone asking, David calls him the Thing)

Neither of them know how to babysit

"we gotta watch him for an hour right?" -Dwayne

'SQUABBLEDORF DON'T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH"

just imagine Dwayne holding a small child in his scary aah hands

the kid would def play with Marko's fish bait thingies

and they feed him water for some reason

i wouldn't know

Max decides never again

-> this didn't turn out as well as I wanted it too! I'm sorry- I feel like I'm better at general headcanons

#the lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #tlb headcanons #tlb fanfic #walmart fics

[ratsoh-writes]

*I give a relieved sigh*

yeah no water scares me. also driving. and you know of my vandetta against all bugs heh. oddly enough I'm not scared of the other common ones though. hights, small spaces, snakes- all suit me just fine

*I direct the lily pad back to shore*

Wanna try fishing?

why do I get the feeling the mafias already know and their just waiting to smack me into a large body of water

-wisteria

It’s only a matter of time. Im sorry

You both float back to shore to grab the poles and go back to the middle of the lake. To your amusement,

The fishing poles are literally just sticks with string, but the string magically extends and sinks when you toss it. You just need to add bait. That’s such a nomad thing to make

[tellywoodtrash]

Hi TT!long time no see..how are you?also I'm so happy to know that you like Ok Taec- yepn 💖 he's...dreamy..have you heard his English? It's very..uhh..proper without being overly formal..is it weird that I like that about him?? Have you watched the Netflix documentaries like 'The Romantics' or the new Crime thriller 'Dahaad'? I'm not a series girl thanks to my attention span of a goldfish but I watched both and they are not bad!!the Romantics takes me back to those golden years of the Yash raj studio Mannn🥺🥺 Dahaad was a good watch, the victims or the crime were not shown distastefully and maybe cause it's made by a woman...please watch it if you can TT..also sorry for my previous ask which was REALLY long and messy before this( I don't even remember what I wrote 😓)..hope you have a really great week and hugs to your Kitty 💖💖💖

Hi friendddddd!

How you been!? Long time since I've seen you around these parts! Hope life has been kind to you.

Girl, I went into Vincenzo for the female gaze and Song Joong Ki as a Mafia man taking down capitalism (which is what Mais baited me with) but I came out IN LOVE with Ok Taecyeon. I truly loved his unhinged performance and had to find out allllll about the guy, and to my absolute delight, he's suchhhhh a fucking dork (affectionate); I can't believe that they saw this gianttttttt silly boi and were like yeah, HIM; he'll play the psycho!!! I'm not into K-pop like at alllll, but I'll listen to some 2PM occasionally just coz he's in it, lol. I'll also watch anything he's in coz he's truly one of my fave Kdrama actors (if not the toppppppp fave!) His upcoming vampire show looks absolutely adorable and is my most awaited thing of this month.

(This show can fix me, i know it can!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I tried watching The Romantics but like..... 2 minutes in, Ranveer Singh walked in being annoying and I was like nope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and turned it off. I'll revisit it again when I'm in a much more patient mood lmao. I haven't been watching any Desi stuff other than the occasional movie here or there (and mostly not bollywood), so Dahaad is one of those things I put on my watch list, but am not currently in the headspace for.

Neverrrrrr everrrrrrr apologize for asking for help/comfort!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like yes, the words may not be perfect, and my replies sure as hell will never always make it all better, but that's the human experience babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy *Coach Beard from Ted Lasso voice*

#tt answers

[madraleen]

Bungo Stray Dogs - Kafka Asagiri/Sango Harukawa Vol. 14-15: A pretty balanced commentary (*anime spoilers and manga spoilers up to ch.114)

-FYODOR, IF VILLAIN WHY SO DAMN PRETTY

-"i won't let [fyodor] hurt a single person [of the agency]" aww ranpo bb

-OMG I'D FORGOTTEN THAT IS NIKOLAI'S FIRST APPEARANCE! HI, I DON'T LIKE YOU, BUT IN A GOOD WAY, HI. 

-"terrorist murder society" lmfao, society

-i love atsushi, he exists in every font. capital letters, bold letters, small letters, soft letters, average letters, he's everything.

-when ranpo wants to turn this job down, fukuzawa looks like "...my favorite... child... has betrayed me…?!"

-oh dazai-chan. get comfy, get settled. welcome to your meursault arc that'll last for at least ten more volumes. i love it when his speech bubble is music notes.

-see, dazai, jouno can hear THE SOUND OF YOUR MUSCLES, can you control THAT, babygirl?

-NIKOLAI HAS BEEN A SECRETARY FOR HALF A YEAR, how long have they been planning this

-jouno to dazai: "i can hear your rage." awww, dazai-chan has rage. love seeing wild emotions on dazai

-i'm starting to giggle lowkey hysterically 'cause we're about to start the craziest arc, the never-ending arc, THE arc, the-

-kenji-kun is hugging the back of kunikida's chair as they watch nikolai's video, what a lovely detail

-you know what? before the next arc, there should be an interlude when fifty clues fall on the agency's lap and everyone's like "nope. not doing a thing," and just chilling because they're being baited with clues so often just to fall into traps, like damn. just ignore everything and go have a sushi.

-right, the decay of the angel is fukuchi, fyodor, nikolai, bram and sigma. five.

-ooh sigma has to give intel to get intel, interesting

-okay but does that mean someone in special division knows where the book is?! where was the page taken from, where was the book?! who has it?! why does francis need atsushi if people actually know where it's sealed?! (well, maybe francis doesn't know that)

-"DOSTOY"?! NIKOLAI HAS A PET NAME FOR FYODOR?!

-gogol is gogol is gogol and then suddenly you cut to a panel where he's breathtakingly beautiful

-i mean, i have questions about the book. i don't know how literally switching places with the white hoods or... being there from the beginning or... the whole thing with the white hoods being the agency, how the heck does that constitute narrative consistence? book-san, i have questions.

-omg, fyodor is learning "common japanese"

-vol.15- dude, what beautiful covers though

-DAZAI'S GRIN IN HIS MUGSHOT HELP ME

-book-san, if cameras materialize out of thin air is narrative consistence, what is NOT consistent exactly? like, alright, it rewrites reality - "and then they saw the footage," so a camera must've been there, so to maintain narrative consistency a camera materializes. but is that narrative consistency when a camera wasn't there in the first place? or does narrative consistency just means "anything goes except mass human extinction ‘cause we can’t have that"?

-"something beyond our abilities" might have made the book- oh, maybe we're back to the lovecraftian mysteries then?

-will we ever meet the government's mind-reading skill user, hm? hm?

-was tetchou so pretty princess in the anime? i don't remember him so

-LIL BB TETCHOU IS HOLDING HIS BREATH BC JOUNO TOLD HIM HIS BREATHING ANNOYS HIM, MY HEART

-jouno stops kenji-kun's punch with one hand, while sitting cross-legged and not batting an eyelash.

-i'm sorry, wth, jouno and tetchou are so pretty

-CHU CHU CHUUYA

-ah yes, the beginnings of my "one agency member will switch over to the mafia" suffering. on the one hand, i'm not in any hurry to see it happen 'cause i'm scared (please not dazai, please not dazai, please-). on the other hand, i'm like JUST RIP THE BAND-AID OFF AND GET IT OVER WITH, WHO IS IT

-"USABLE SKILLS" YOU SAY, yes chuuya, we have one of those, tanizaki-kun! and he's pretty okay with the idea too

-it's interesting how kunikida's ideals are also a burden to him, with him feeling some sort of relief at the prospect of losing them, ‘cause there’s a certain freedom in not having anything to live up to, not having anything to uphold, and in not being afraid of the day when it will all crumble because everything will have crumbled already. complex and human.

-very nice panel sequence when kunikida blows up himself and tetchou, very smooth, very impactful, very nice

-hm, francis also says fyodor could be communicating via the guards but... it's too simple! i still don't buy it. it's too big of a job to delegate it, not fyodor. come on, he's getting the information in real-time, or close to it.

-i just had a certain thought- "but dazai also gets info in real t-, no, he stops time, it's fine, time's irrelevant for him," this is what bsd has done to me, that's a perfectly sensible sentence now.

-DAZAI GOT CAUGHT TO SAVE THE AGENCY, FUKUZAWA, KNOW THAT! KNOW THAT, REMEMBER YOUR BLACK SHEEP CHILD! IT WASN'T A VACATION TRIP TO EUROPE!

-"it's time to play, dostoyevsky" oooh dazai-chan looks so serious. i understand the "i hate you, but also my world is boring without you" appeal, but i genuinely don't feel like this is the case for dazai towards fyodor. i joke that it's his situationship because it's funny, but i actually think that he genuinely hates fyodor and genuinely wants to take him down, no ifs, no buts, no regrets, no sense of loss.

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs manga #manga commentary

[osaemu]

BSD MEN AS GIRL DADS

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: how would they be as girl dads? [ dazai, chuuya, fyodor ]

contents: fem!reader. established relationship (marriage) with all three. your relationship with fyodor is lowkey toxic.

★ ━ OSAMU DAZAI

he does his best.

he really does—dazai's always making sure he escapes work to go to his daughter's school events and he always tries to make it home for dinner, but it doesn't always end that way.

dazai's a busy man, and his work at the agency isn't very family-friendly, to say the least.

so unfortunately, he's gone a lot of the time.

but when he is around, he's the best dad a kid could ask for!

after another one of the agency's fiascos, dazai comes home to both of his girls with flowers for you and sweet treats for your daughter <3

when dazai finally comes home, he picks up his daughter and spins her around, peppering kisses on the top of her head as he laughs for what feels like the first time in a while.

and when he sets your daughter down and turns to you, all you get is a quick kiss on the lips and a promise to tell you everything later in the night.

for now, he just wants to spend some time with his girls. saving the world comes first, but the two of you are a very close second.

★ ━ NAKAHARA CHUUYA

he's arguably the best dad out of the three.

sure, he has insane work hours, but he knows how to manage his time (unlike dazai).

chuuya's always home by the early evening unless he gives you a warning at least a couple days in advance.

he usually brings home some takeout food for the three of you to share, and he makes sure to order exactly what each of you like!

there's actually a lot of security personnel that follow you and your daughter around when chuuya isn't there to do it himself.

after all, he's a mafia executive. he has enemies, and he doesn't want you or his daughter to get harmed because of his line of work :(

chuuya's also a very good communicator—again, it's rare that you don't know his schedule days in advance.

so although he's a busy man, he values his wife and his daughter much, much more, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to keep you two safe and happy.

★ ━ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

girl, what were you thinking, having a kid with him.

i'm sorry but he's definitely the worst dad out of the three.

he wants to raise his daughter in a way that'll benefit him in the long run, and whether or not she's happy about it comes second.

i mean, at least you two are safe...ish.

if it benefits him or his plans, fyodor's willing to risk your safety to draw his enemies closer to him (kinda like using you two as bait) and that's led to some very heated arguments between you two.

but neither of you have ever been hurt or traumatized by his plans—fyodor makes sure of that.

he doesn't love/cherish the two of you in the way dazai and chuuya love their wives and daughters—it's more of a profound fondness.

he's willing to do a lot to protect you both and give you a happy life, but it's not his first priority.

that being said, it's also nowhere near his lower priorities.

fyodor's a man who's prepared to do what it takes to protect the two beams of light in his life, so long as it doesn't cost him more than he deems reasonable.

#osaemu #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x you #dazai x you #chuuya x you #fyodor x you #bsd x y/n #dazai x y/n #chuuya x y/n #fyodor x y/n

[novasdarling]

Hunter X Hunter Masterlist

Tip Jar • 18+

Feitan

Domestic Headcanons

Deeper

Trying to Escape

How They Stalk You

Headcanons

Please Be Mine

Sink or Swim

You're Mine, Clear?

Jealousy is Killing Me

Sweaters Please

How They Like Oral

Bait

This Isn't Love

How They Give Oral

Be Perfect

Tending to a Wound

Kill Me

Chrollo

Smut Headcanons

How They Stalk You

How to Train a Pet

First Date

Losing Your Virginity

Just Answer Me

How They Like Oral

You're Beautiful When You Cry

At His Mercy

My Little Treasure

Library Lover

How They Give Oral

After All I Did

Power Hungry

Come Home

Relax My Dear

The Friend of my Enemy

Piece of Art

Dangerous Out There

Phinks

First Date

Losing Your Virginity

Nylon Obsessed

How They Like Oral

How They Give Oral

I'm Sorry

NSFW Headcanons

Uvogin

Not if You Listen

Sharkman Uvo

Losing Your Virginity

How They Like Oral

How They Give Oral

Weekend Getaway

Love in the Flames

Stalking Headcanons

What's on your Mind?

Begging Won't Help

Nobunaga

How They Stalk You

First Date

How They Like Oral

Holiday Gift

How They Give Oral

Love Bite

Headcanons

Relationship Headcanons

Just Try

Illumi

A Mafia Proposal

How They Like Oral

Just Love Me

Losing Your Virginity

How They Give Oral

Baby Blanket

Growing Pains

Shalnark

How They Like Oral

Through a Screen

First Christmas Together

How They Give Oral

#yandere hxh #yandere hxh masterlist #yandere masterlist #hxh masterlist #hunter x hunter masterlist #hxh #hunter x hunter #novasdarling masterlist

[skullchicken]

The one time I played Four-Dimensional Love Chess in Shadowrun

I like giving love interests to my player's characters cause romance is cute and fun and helps flesh out their personalities. Usually I go about it fairly straightforwardly - this time I did not.

The Set-Up

So it, in a way, started when I began playing with my current shadowrun group. It was after the first mission, when we were still in the phase of establishing characters, their backstories, their current lifestyles.

The decker of the group, Prometheus, is a sort of Robin-Hood-style decker. Well, mostly he's the typical driven-by-revenge-stoic-guy, but in his backstory he explicitly has a line about looking out for the little guy.

Symbolic Picture

The player himself was sort of new to roleplaying and to coax him into getting some experience with being in character, built on that during downtime, like:

Me: You said you live in an appartment building in Stuttgart, right? Your character is currently probably gaming, yeah?

Prometheus: Yeah he doesn't leave his room much except for missions.

Me: There's a knock on the door. It's the owner of the restaurant on the ground floor. You remember her because some days ago you helped her out when some gangers caused a fuzz in her establishment. You overheated their gear into sparking and spooked them out of the building.

Prometheus: Ah, okay, I open the door a smidge, but leave the chain on and go "Uh... hello?"

Me (as owner): "Hello. Thank you so much for helping out recently. I brought you some peking roasted duck." And she does indeed have a plastic bag with a container in it with her.

Prometheus: ... I open the door and accept with a thanks.

Me: "You know, you should really make sure you eat enough."

Prometheus: "Uh... sure."

Me: "You can come over anytime, if you like."

Prometheus: I nod and start closing the door. "Um. Thank you."

Me: There is a glint in her eyes. "How about next week? My daughter will be over. She is very smart."

Prometheus: "I'm sure she is."

Me: "Studies medicine. Very pretty."

Prometheus: "Great. Well, I gotta go, so..."

Me: "Oh, sorry for keeping you." And she leaves.

The Wind-Up

Over the next few missions (and in real life several months), a few things happen, as you can probably imagine. They save a decker from a rival gang named Duster, who was employed by the german branch of the mafia, for example (the game takes place in the ADL/the Allied German States). She has now become indebted to them, which is why she sends them some money every month. Every once in a while I also mention the restaurant owner. You could say that her trying to set the very reluctant Prometheus up with her always off-screen daughter becomes a bit of a running gag.

Then one day my group decides they'd like to go on a trip to Gran Canaria in their downtime. Shadowrunners need vacations, too!

Now me, I don't know shit about Gran Canaria. But I do know some stuff about Teneriffa, since I went there on vacation once, which is close-by. So to save myself some GM-prep, I decide to relocate the group through railroading, like so:

The first day after they've arrived on Gran Canaria, they get a call by Duster, who informs them that the mafia has arrived in droves on the island and there's word of mouth that they're looking for them. Lucky for them, Duster has a friend who works on a resort in Teneriffa in her semester breaks and they just had a cancellation on short notice. Of course, Duster will foot the bill - she owes them a lot of money anyways, might as well pay it off this way.

You might see where this is going.

They did not.

The Bait

So they arrive in Teneriffa after a very stressful 24 hours of packing, traveling, bad news, packing, traveling - and Prometheus has insomnia as a disadvantage as is. And to top it off, Duster's friend, Xiang, who's welcoming them, informs them that since they arrive so very late, they can't really offer warm food.

Prometheus: Can I at least get drink?

Me: Yeah sure. Xiang, even though she has bags under her eyes as well (because of course they're short-staffed) mans the bar. And since you look just that pitiable and she's hungry herself, she offers to make you a ham-sandwich.

Prometheus gratefully accept - and so they get talking. Xiang, as it turns out, has a habit of diving into deep questions quite quickly (she's bad at small-talk, she admits) and soon they are talking about a bunch of different things. Their view of the world, altruism, capitalism etc. In short, it's what counts as flirting with people like them and they seem intrigued by each other.

Probably didn't hurt that she looked like this.

So the days go by and they keep having cute little moments, like her offering to make him a herbal tea to help with insomnia ("scientifically proven that it helps. I study medicine, I wouldn't just plop down some placebo in front of you."), he gifts her a mug with a capybara on it from his trip to the animal park and finally, on the second-to-last day, they agree on going on a date at the local carnival.

The Snap

After some shenanigans with the rest of the group, e.g. getting lost in a mirror labyrinth or competitive snack-eating with the fighter/tank of the group, Xiang and Prometheus decide to retreat into the ferris wheel for some romantic alone time.

And then...

Xiang: "Hey, if you don't mind me asking: Your English is really good, but you have an accent I can't quite place..."

Prometheus: "Ah, yeah. I'm British by birth but lived most of my life in Germany."

Xiang: "You speak German, too? (Switching to German and laughing) Man, what have we been speaking English for all this time? I'm from Germany, too! Where do you live?"

It was around this time that the coin dropped.

Group (OOC): ooooooooOOOOOooooh....

Prometheus: (flatly) "... Stuttgart..."

Xiang: "Really?! Oh my, that's great! That means we could meet up sometimes. I mean, I study in Dortmund right now, but my Mom owns a restaurant in Stuttgart!"

Group (OOC): OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Prometheus: "... really now..."

Xiang: "You know, it's a bit funny, since we're speaking of her. She's been trying to set me up with this rando from our apartment complex for months now. Maybe this will finally shut her up, haha."

Group (OOC):

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Prometheus: "You know... I don't think it will."

Epilogue

This wouldn't be the last time I would foreshadow some stuff like that, but it was definitely the funniest because no-one saw it coming. Prometheus' player mentioned he had kinda forgotten about the restaurant owner until it came up again here.

By the way, they're still together in-game and a pretty cute couple at that. To end a long-ish story, here's Xiang's reaction when she also put two and two together on the ferris wheel.

"Oh my god, Mom is going to be insufferable.

She must never know."

#shadowrun #rpg stories #foreshadowing #the devil works hard but cupid works harder #long post

[viridwns]

Chuuya x GN! Reader

Time: present

Paring: Chuuya nakahara x GN!reader

Characters: Chuuya nakahara from BSD

Warnings: angst to fluff, slight metion of rape, almost being abused, mentions of death, mentions of divorce.

It was 2 AM and he still wasn't home.

He promised he would be home early this time and you were foolish to believe him. How many times had he made that promise? And how many times did he broke that promise?

The door to the fancy apartment opened. A man with a fedora on his head walked in. His shoulders slumped forward and his eyes almost shutting close.

"Where were you?"

A voice that came from the couch asked him.

"I cannot do this right now y/n. Just let me rest." A tired frown settled upon the man's face as he threw his coat over a kitchen chair.

"Oh you can't do this right now? I've been waiting for 4 hours for you to come home."

The voice wasn't angry. It sounded disappointed and tired.

"I know and i'm sorry okay. The mission didn't go as planned and we had to-." Before he could finish his sentence the figure that was once in the couch now stood before him. A disappointed and angry scowl on their face.

"Let me guess you had to put yourself in danger to finish that damn mission."

A frustrated sigh left the man's lips. He knew exactly where this conversation would lead too.

"Y/n please. I'm fine and tired. Let's go to bed and talk about this tomorrow."

He tried reaching for the persons hands, but they took a step back.

"For how long are you going to postpone this conversation?! I can't do this anymore! Waiting for you to come home. Only to find out you are on the brink of death every time you're send on a mission Chuuya!"

Tears fell down y/n's cheeks. It's been to much for them. Everyday they had to wait in anticipation if their husband would come home that night.

"It's my job y/n, you know that. You chose to live with me knowing the dangers of my job."

Chuuya pinched the bridge of his nose. Being too drained and tired to even yell back.

Y/n just stood there staring at their husband with disbelief in their eyes.

"Well maybe we should get divorced then. I'm done waiting up late and worrying for you. I'm done arguing every week over the same goddamn thing."

Shock spread over the ginger man's face. He was annoyed, tired and in pain from all the blows he had taken. Maybe that's why he said things he didn't meant to say.

"If that's what you want fine. I don't care. I just wanna go to sleep. I'm tired of you acting like the victim here." He quickly realized what he said and guilt immediately took over him.

"Wait y/n that's not-."

"No it's okay. I was the one who proposed it. I'll call my lawer tomorrow. You can have the bed. I'm going for a walk." A dark expression was laced on y/n's face. Tears still streaming across their face. They grabbed their coat and shoes. Standing in the doorway they said: "Don't wait up for me."

And with that the door closed behind them.

~

Chuuya threw a mug that was standing on the counter against the wall. He really fucked up. Sitting on a kitchen chair with his face in his hands. Not knowing what to do he unconsciously called one of his closest friends.

"Hey chuuya. Why are you calling so late at night? Shouldn't you go to sleep?" A female voice sounded from the cellphone in his hands

His voice shaky and tears threatening to fall he answered. "I really fucked up this time Ane-san."

~

The wind howling around you, you hugged your coat closer to you. Wishing you had on something warmer. The streets of Yokohama were quiet. Only a few cars occasionally passing by. It wasn't surprising seeing how late it was and how most people would be sleeping right now. Replaying the argument in your head. You regretted every single thing you had said. Fresh tears started streaming over your cheeks again. The old tear staines not even being gone yet.

You told him not to wait up, but you secretly hoped that he would. That you could just run back and tell him you were sorry and hug him, but you didn't. It was always you who apologized first. It was always you who came back to him. You wanted him to feel as hurt as you were right now. It sounds cruel yes, but you just couldn't bare it anymore.

Another wind flag hit your face and you almost lost balance. The universe really had it out for you right now.

The wind was so loud that you couldn't even hear your own footsteps. Or even the extra pair of footsteps behind you.

"Damn who's calling me this late." You muttered at yourself as you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.

Pulling out your phone you hoped deep down it was chuuya's contact name on the screen, but when you looked at your screen a person you didn't expect was calling you.

"Is there something wrong? Why are you calling me this late Kōyō."

"Chuuya told me what happend. He didn't tell me to call you. I just want to hear if you're okay."

You halted your steps as you let the words sink in. This was so typical of her. She always looked out for you and Chuuya. Adoring the relationship between the two of you. She was the person you would turn to if you had troubles or just needed some company.

"I'm....i'm not okay. I'm just so angry and..and-."

You started full on sobbing. Everything hitting you at once. A reassuring voice at the other side of the line calming you.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Calm down. I know chuuya can be a total ass. How about you come to my place and drink a cup of tea yeah? Tell me where you are."

Calming your breath and slowly speaking.

"I'm on (random street name). Just a few blocks away from your house-."

Before you could finish your sentence a pair of hands grabbed your mouth and you felt a cold metal thing against your head. You dropped your phone and struggled to get out of this strangers grip.

"Move one more muscel and i'll shoot you through that pretty little head of yours" a deep man's voice said. His breath smelled like sigarettes and you had to try your best to not gag. Stopping your movements, the man dragged you to a nearby ally. Tying your limbs together and propping you against the wall the man spoke again, eyeing your body. "Aren't you just a pretty little thing. Maybe we can have a little fun before i deliver you to my boss aye". He winked at you. Disgust being clear on your face. "Go die in a hole you bastard." You bit back at him.

The man's flirty look turned into a scowl. Standing up from his crouching position he dialed something on his phone. "I got them boss. Nakahara y/n, married too NakaharaChuuya. The port mafia executive."

Your eyes widened in shock. He was planning on using you as bait.

"I'm not married to anyone. I don't even know who this chuuya person is!" Giving the man a dead glare. Hoping he wouldn't see though your lie.

"Don't act dumb with me. We've been tailing you and your little husband for weeks now. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to kidnap you and use you as bait." A grin settled on his face as you looked away from him. "Go fuck yourself." You spat at him. He put his phone away. "Can you shut up!" The man raised his hand. You turned away from him ready to receive a smack, but the inpact never came. Looking at the man again tears brimmed at your eyes at the sight of your husband holding the mans hand. "That's no way to treat a person now is it." An angry scowl was present on his face. The man tried to shoot at him, but the bullet didn't even as much as graze him.

"You should learn to keep your hands of something that isn't yours." You closed your eyes knowing what was about to happen. Only hearing some gruesome sounds and your husband yelling.

You opened your eyes again when you felt a gloved hand untying your limbs. You couldn't help but smile and sob. Chuuya helped you stand up.

The first question already rising in your mind.

"How did you-."

"Ane-san called me that you were taken by someone. Your phone was still on even after you dropped it."

He avoided eye contact with you when he picked you up.

"I can perfectly walk on my own Chuuya." You said trying to look into his eyes.

"Shut up. This is faster."

He carried you to his pink motorcycle. How didn't you hear this monstrous thing?

He sat you down on the behind of the motorcycle and he took place infront of you. Instinctively putting you hands around him and resting your head on his back. You were so tired and you knew he was too.

"Look Chuuya i'm sorry. The things i s-."

Being cut off for the second time by him he said.

"No y/n i'm sorry. I know you're worried and i'm deeply sorry that you have to go through that everyday. I don't want a divorce. I want to grow old with you and spend every second of my life loving you."

His voice broke although he tried to hide it from you. You knew he was tearing up. Before he started his motorcycle you grabbed his face and kissed him.

"I missed you."

You whispered as you pulled back. His eyes finally meeting yours. "I love you so so much." You said while stroking his hair.

"I love you too y/n." He said before reuniting his lips with yours again and driving off to your shared home.

Your head buried in his back you closed your eyes and sighed.

No matter how many times you worried over him or argued with him would change the fact that your heart belonged to him and his heart belonged to you.

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I'm so in love with this man help.

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[othersideoftheparadise]

Tampered [3/?]

Sam Wilson x cis fem! reader

Warnings: Spoilers for TFAWS. Mentions of blood, alcohol poisoning, graphic mentions of violence. This is the first time I'm ever writing something like this, so I'm open to constructive criticism.

Word count: 4.3 k ish.

Read Part 1 and Part 2 here.

2000

Dull pain thrummed between your eyes as the butt of the gun connected your forehead, almost making your vision black. It felt like needles pricking the skin all at once. You had to finish the mission. Your recovered, maintaining your balance back again, ignoring the pulsing pain, gripping the knife tucked in behind the belt, you dodged the punch aimed at your gut. You kicked your feet off the wall behind, as the boost gave you enough height to strike down the enemy, slashing his neck open right by the artery. Killing the very last attacker in the room. He slumps down with a thud, with blood splaying everywhere.

As the adrenaline rush wearied off, you were hungry now rather than being nervous about your mission. It was your duty to clear off the path for the Soldat and always look behind his back, just in case. More like a worm pierced onto the fishing hook for fishing. It was more like being assigned to be a bait for clearing the path.

You had to report back to the assigned rendezvous point, as you were told to be, but hunger made your ears ring. You did not have time to dwell upon in the middle of the mission, but the sweet aroma of freshly baked, warm bread and the sight of a boy around your age licking his fingers as he gobbled down plum pie definitely wanted you to think twice. Searing waves of hunger pangs hit, subconsciously leading your feet towards the boy. Hearing another set of footsteps approaching, you tried to shimmy behind the garbage bin behind, only to be yanked out by the man you never wanted to deal with.

The Soldat.

He looked down at you with his eyes reflecting no expression behind the mask. He dragged you by your hand as you protested.

“Let me go!” you trashed in, kicking and grunting against his firm grip.

‘Салдат, принеси с собой цечку, немедленно.,’ You heard the voice on the other side through the earpiece.

“N-No, No, I don’t want to go, it is so dark and p—please.” Blood was rushing to your head all at once, pulsing every beat. You didn’t want to go back. You wanted to stall as the feeling of fear overwhelmed sank into the gut.

Confusion was written all over his face; you could sense his hesitation. Previous mission with the Soldat ended up with him screaming for minutes in pain and agony when he had disobeyed. The people in the base never threatened but always made sure that you were present during the electroconvulsive therapy and when he was kept in cryo till the next session.

Shifting weight from one leg to another, your heart lurched, and your stomach tugged as you were closer to the destination. He was bruised and was limping by the time he had found you, but now he was straight up rigid, listening to the command. You remembered his gut-wrenching screams piercing in, and he took you back to the rendezvous point before the cleaning crew showed up.

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” where he was pressing all the wrong buttons. Zemo was one of those only men; you were eager to know what was going on in his head.

Here he was playing the role of sugar-daddy, prodding over. What was more important was how Bucky never told you that your neighbour Nakajima was one of the people on the list of his amends. It was on you that you had expected him to tell you; he had no obligation that he had to.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky let-go of Zemo’s neck.

Sam visibly tensed up, looking at them, “I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

So, this was the reason why he wanted to move in.

Part of you was disappointed, but you had no right to have expectations. It was his own decision, and you had to respect it.

On the other hand, it was Zemo. It made you wondering for a while about how he was able to sit in the same room as you did. He should be angry, angry for rotting in prison after avenging his family’s death. This guy was surely a good spy and was very skilled; this was another reason you had to keep an eye on him.

Zemo devised a plan, laying out different people to meet in and around, starting from Madripoor. The city that had loose laws hence had better leverage for things to go according to him.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo let Bucky know.

“That is not going to work.”, this plan was going to fail; Bucky can become the Winter Soldier but cannot act like one.

“And why would you say that?” his interest piqued. He obviously knew this better than anyone else. If this was one of his mind-games to rile you up, it was not happening anymore.

“Well, it was something that he was conditioned to do in his subconscious. Not in his real-time. He does not know to pretend like one.”

“Alas, we do not have a better plan, do we?” he replied back.

Knives, Check.

Guns, Check.

You found yourself scrolling aimlessly through the local television, making sure that your eyes did not skitter over to the suit that was draped over him, fitting neat and tight.

Holy fucking shit.

You had to physically make sure that you were not watching him, straining your vision onto the screen. He looked like a mafia drug lord. You knew that you would be floored if he had opted to wear the shirt with his sleeves rolled up. You wanted to have more of the Sambal and rice that was served in the morning. The appetite had appeared out of nowhere.

“Alright, I’ll be leaving now. Ping me when you’re done with your business or in case of an emergency. I’ll be looking over from the second floor, from the lodge opposite to the pub.” Part of you did not trust Zemo, but you were sure that Sam and Bucky would be able to handle themselves.

Mentally slapped yourself, ignoring the looks thrown at you. All of this would be over for once and all if the plan had worked out, and you would tell Sam that you would be leaving.

Putting the food on the plate you waited, you made sure that table was all set up before Sam came back from his jog. Things were awkward, to say the least, and tiring as well. You couldn’t care less about how people showed false compassion at Nat’s funeral, making you roll your eyes. One thing that always made you regret that you did not have anything that belonged to Nat other than her memories. Everything had burned down once Bruce snapped, even before the team could comprehend her death. It was so unfair that everything that belonged to her had been destroyed, wiping out her entire existence as if she had never existed in the first place.

Another headache was pulsing in, beating in the hollow space with every heartbeat. You heard the door slam shut, reminding you that Sam had indeed returned from the run. Here you were, preparing breakfast, soaking in the domesticity in the world where she was already forgotten. She deserved to live, live a good life after all of this with Steve. Sunlight shimmying into the house made it look like the future that you had always wanted. This was too good to be true; the team was still recovering from the loss.

Sam and you both were still managing to barely keep the relationship tied together as the honeymoon phase after the blip had ended. The real world was settling in. You had seen him struggling to set into the new world, where people had moved on without him. You tried your best to ignore it because it always ended with ‘let me handle it’ ending the conversation.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”, He asked digging in, looking over for a response. “I said that the food is delicious. It is terrific.”, He reassured after seeing you cock an eyebrow.

“I appreciate it, Sammy.”, you smiled, remembering how Nat opened up to you saying that she always wanted a family with Steve, wanted a life, a life that you were living now.

“Hey, look at me.”, he hooked your chin with his finger, lifting up. “Thinking about her is not going to bring her back alright, but you can talk to me. I’m right here. It is okay, not to be okay.”, He looked at you with all sincerity that he could muster.

All you wanted was to scoff, scoff at how he was always ready to help others but dealt with his problems all by himself.

“They were supposed to get married!”, This was when the heaviness in chest grew heavy. He was physically taken back by the new information. Maybe he didn’t know about it yet.

Shit.

“And really, Sammy? I could say the same to you. I get it, alright. I get it that we both are going through a tough phase, but I have wanted to say the same to you. All you say is ‘I can do this and shut me out.” You emphasize with your fingers, seeing his tense shoulders.

“You are so careful around me all the time that you physically look like you’re embracing yourself for shit to collapse.”, This was it; you had been waiting for weeks to say this. You saw his jaw tick with all the tension that he had been gritting in and holding back.

“N-no, No, I don’t want to go in there. Do you understand? I get what you are trying to say, but it is just that I need some time to open up about everything. The world did not wait for anyone and has been running even in all those five years.”, He said, pointing at the window.

“I need some time, m’kay? I need some time to adjust to all of this.”, He was ambiguous.

“This is how our relationship is, Sammy. We don’t talk. This-this is why you are always on alert mode whenever you are with me because you think you have to keep reasoning every time anything happens. Y-You also think that you’re better off without telling anyone about your problems.”, Emphasising the conversation, you sat looking dead in his eyes. This flared anger in him, flickering like a spark staring out a fire.

“Why does every conversation we have, has to end up about our relationship? And no, you’re wrong this time; it is not that I don’t want to talk to you about it. It is just that I need some time.”, He reasoned, trying to explain, taking deep breaths.

You both had arguments almost every single day. It was emotionally exhausting. You could not imagine what he must be going through now that everything had resumed.

“This is what I am talking about. We both have grown out of this relationship, and we have different opinions, which is absolutely fine.”, He was positive, scrapping the chair away. “But I need a break; I need a break from all of this. It is just that you and I are dealing with different things, and I’m tired of explaining this to you every time.”, He said with certainty.

It really did take some time for his words to sink in, but he was crystal clear. He approached you, instantly regretting his words.

“You’re right, Sam.”, You stared aimlessly, getting up.

“H-Hey, I did not mean it.”, his voice dropped, lacing with sadness, looking at you.

“Stay there and sit down; this is your house.”, you emphasized, motioning him. He looked distraught as seriousness stetted in.

“No, Wilson. I understand; you are right. We need a break, and this is not working out because we both need time. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was selfish and insensitive about what you are going through right now.”, Sighing you carried yourself to pack up, ignoring the headache pounding in. He didn’t deserve any of it. He deserved someone better than this.

“It is just that I’m not in the right headspace right now. I’m sorry.” You repeated again, walking out. You were too afraid to think how different life would have been if the snap had never happened. Simultaneously, you imagined how Nat would have cussed you back and forth for ruining your relationship.

“Hey James, do you have a spare room to crash in for few days?”, You whispered into the phone, hearing the beep sound.

Before you knew, you saw Zemo, Sam, and Bucky scrambling around, confused. You sighed, loading your gun, firing off people who were attacking them right away. Another line of fire came out of the window beside yours, halting immediately after the attackers were down.

What the hell?

“Wow, look at you all dressed down to take out the bad guys.”, you had sensed her but not this close. Maybe you were getting slow.

You looked up at the women, who had saved Steve and Sam back in the day. To be honest, you had forgotten about her and knew why she was ignorant about the whole situation, “I know why you’re all bitter. I’m sorry that we did not come back.”, you signified, raising up for hands, surrendering.

“Oh please, there is a difference. It is always easy for people like you to say ‘sorry’ not knowing what someone else had to go through.”, Sharon scoffed, pointing the gun.

You were also curious about what she was going to do further, as she pressed the gun to for back, guiding you to lead the way. The whole situation turned around when Sharon agreed to help in for the next lead.

Sam looked far by uncomfortable as he tugged his collar out for more air. He was sweltering down as he reached the condo.

“What’s wrong, Sam?”, You asked as he looked like he was going to collapse, unable to walk. He huffed, struggling to take out the phone that was buzzing in his pant pocket.

“Wait, let me take it out for you.”, You knew that something was wrong, but you did not want to use your powers to find out without his consent. You heard his breath hitch as you moved closer to him.

This was definitely weird.

“Just do it soon.”, His voice turned hoarse, gritting his teeth. He visibly shivered as you skimmed your fingers into the pocket to take out his phone. It was Sarah. You saw his eyes glistening as he grabbed his phone, walking straight into the room, shutting the door with a loud bang.

You almost heard Bucky snort, making you sharply turn around in his direction. What had happened down there, pushing Sam into a situation like this?

“Bucky, what did you do?” you marched as Sharon huffed, settling down to look at the show you all were putting up.

“I-I didn’t do anything. It was not me, okay.”, He stammered, with his eyes wide. He was practically pressing himself into the sofa.

“It was wine. The snake wine he drank.”, Zemo quipped in, shifting your attention.

“What? What on the fresh hell is a snake wine?” you were bewildered, to say in the least.

You heard, Oh-s and Aah-s, as Sharon spoke up, “Snake wine is assumed to be an aphrodisiac and is believed to make people strong.”, She said, gesturing at her biceps.

“It is a what?!”

“Hey, calm down, listen to me; I’ll arrange someone to buy sex toys with lots of food and hydration. It can go on for hours, but who knows.”, She nodded looking at you.

“Okay”

“No wonder he couldn’t run in those heels.”, Bucky muttered, looking around, shifting around.

You all discussed your next lead that was tipped off in the bar, hearing Sam throw up. This was not a good sign.

“Bucky, please hand me over the medicine kit. I’ll take care of him.”, You rushed in, locking the door.

The whole room was a mess, with everything strewn all over the place. The acrid smell of vomit filled in your lungs as you saw a tired Sam collapsed on the floor.

Oh my god.

“Sammy, hey, look at me.”, you were trying to shake him into consciousness. His eyes were rimmed red as he looked at you. Wiping him down with a warm washcloth, you could feel pain rattle his lungs, and somehow, it had only become worse.

“Come on, Sammy.”, You helped him lay down on the bed, ignoring his burning skin. You knew what you had to do; he was just at the brink of passing out and threw up almost everything you tried to make him drink.

This was not a good sign; with the mind racing with endless possibilities, you did not want to be terrified. You had seen what death was, but looking at Sam right now, did make you remember when he was dusted away during the snap. Living through all the madness, running from one place to another, it was Sam who made you feel human.

“Sam, do you trust me?”, You knew that this was not entirely consensual, but he was only a human after all.

“I—I do. I do.”, he was dazed by all the alcohol and the dehydration.

Removing the wristwatch, you concentrated on the energy from the center, carmine red flickers spasmed through your palms. Pressing them to his warm chest, you imagined him healing from inside as you felt the energy radiating off his body.

He had visibly calmed down, looking down at you. “Is this how you saved Pietro?.,” He looked at you incredulously.

“What?” you were the one staring back in shock, moving away.

Oh no.

“Don’t worry, Wanda accidentally slipped when she was talking about Ultron, but I didn’t know you it was going to be something like this.”, he huffed. The furrow of his eyebrow explained for itself. He did not push it further as he got up to clean the mess, not looking back.

“Sam, I can explain,” “No Y/N, you don’t have to. You don’t owe one.”, He said, not looking up.

“Talk to me Sam, I know that look on your face. You’re angry.”, You tried talking to him, rushing on your feet, closer to him.

“I’m angry because I’m an idiot. Just like I said, you don’t owe me an explanation. I had my doubts after the blip when things were quickly found and how everything is always rearranged like the clappers. You look more alive than ever but older at the same time, and I don’t understand a damn thing.”, he said, chucking the sheets into the laundry basket.

“I did not want to tell it to anyone because I’m already an outcast for not being normal. People look at me in fear and disgust after knowing who I am.”, You tried explaining to him. This was wrong; finding out something like this made the situation worse.

“Look, I get it; I’m really thankful that you saved my life today.”, You signaled him to be quiet as you scanned around. Flares shimmered away from you throughout the room, creating dark midnight hues, with a glint of yellow flaring over them.

He looked more confused than ever.

“Ah, it keeps happening all the time. I don’t know why the colors keep changing, but this one is always prominent.”, you explained, gesturing at the blue orb.

“How long have you been doing this?”, he asked putting on his clothes.

“It was in 2012. I acquired them when I was trying to get Loki off from smuggling the tesseract. I don’t know how but I understood that he was possessed. I tried negotiating, talking sense into him. I told him that I knew what was going on and was trying to help him out. He told me that he would kill me, so I threatened to destroy the tesseract out of stupidity. One thing led to another, and I crushed it with his scepter. The next thing that I knew, that was I was in a hospital bed out for almost a month.” You summarized.

“Wait, and no one knew about it?” Sam was surprised processing in. “No signs of any radiation, damage, or anything?”

“No, it turned out that Loki had used his powers and transferred the blow to the other side of the portal. On the other hand, I did not show any remains of radiation. I don’t know how.”, he was more concerned.

“So, you’re saying that Loki’s intentions were not to destroy New York.”, He sat down, rubbing his palms together.

“No, it was Thanos. He had caught Loki wandering off in space when he committed suicide jumping off the rainbow bridge in Asgard. He made a negotiation by torturing Loki to bring Tesseract and the Septer to him.”

“Which is around two stones, right? Then why would he send Loki, when he could do the job himself?”, he was trying to come out with a possible explanation.

“I don’t know what his true intentions were, but when we’re doing our research on stones during the time heist, we came to a conclusion that he had done the same with the power stone as well. He negotiated with Ronan to wipe out half of Xandar in exchange for the power stone. He did the same thing with Loki too. Give him an army to invade and rule the earth in exchange for the stones.”

“So, this was more like killing two birds in a stone.”, he completed your sentence looking up at you.

“It was also another reason why I never initiated any interest, even though I really liked you a lot when you let us into your home for the first time.”, you confessed, picking upon the fabric of your pants.

“What?” he was letting the new information sink in.

“Technically, it was in the closet when we were trying to set up Steve and Nat together.”, You were feeling guilty that you did not give him any time to process the information.

“Do you regret it?”, He had an unreadable expression on his face.

“I regret a lot of things, Sam. You have to be more specific.”, From what life had thrown you into different situations, one thing that you were sure about having a life with normalcy was that you liked Sam. As a person, a friend, and someone you could rely upon.

“You know what I mean.”, the hardness in his stare threw you off. It was something that was never directed at you.

“I do, Sam. I do. Call it fate or whatever you want; I had hope before the blast had happened. Retire one day and have a normal life. I was convinced that I would not use my powers because I was tired of people exploiting me.”, There were times when blood samples were taken, right before and after having meals. It mostly ended up you hearing gossip about how the blood work always turned out to be normal as guards walked down the narrow corridor, assuming you were asleep.

“From H.Y.D.R.A.to SHEILD, I do not want anyone come after me, and then I met you.”, pinching out splinters from the window, you give yourself a second to continue. “I almost convinced myself that I would always avenge and fight for the rest of my life. This is going to sound really cheesy, you know?”

“It is all kinds of normal; that is what makes us human.” He was looking at the wool rug spread across the floor, nodding at you to continue.

Well then.

“When I met you, I started liking you throughout the years after we met. For who you are, you’re your maturity, goofiness with a pinch of cockiness that comes out every now and then, but you are also respectful at the same time.”

He was looking up at you with a calm look on his face. On the other hand, you were almost shaking because it was always him before the snap who initiated everything. Initiated talks, initiated to join into conversations when Steve and Nat bickered around, initiated to go out for a date in Wakanda and the night you two had before the battle. This was new, but the burden of carrying all of these secrets alleviated your shoulders; maybe this could give you closure. Closure on how you can never change what had happened but only move on.

‘One step at a time,’ like Steve said.

“It is just- I was so scared, I guess. I was not decisive, and my feelings just grew stronger.” You sat down, with eyes swimming all over the room, landing at Sam, who was now sitting down across you. It was like he had heard your thoughts, now that you noticed him in a black turtle neck cotton shirt. This was your Sam sitting close to you, but not close enough. You wanted to be confused as to why you longed for his presence, but it was crystal clear. With realization seeping into bones, you had to accept that you deserved an ordinary life, but Sam deserved better. Better than all of this mess. What if someone had come looking out for him because of you?

“I need some time away from you, Y/N, so that I can decide when we both sort out about this because I don’t want to swing back and forth if I’m honest with you. This is about me, deciding for myself.”, dissolving the encased power that had kept you both from prying ears, Sam jumped when he heard strings of notifications pinging in.

You heard the sound of your ringtone to see Sarah calling in.

“Do you want to talk to her? I, uh—meant that she called you hours ago.”,

“Nah, just talk to her. She might be calling you for a reason.”

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[onlyfortheplot]

Promise:

"You promised me you wouldn't be reckless" ■☆ (Mafia AU)

 Pairing: Mafia!Oikawa Tooru x Mafia!Fem!Reader

Summary: When Y/N makes a mistake, which causes her to lose sight of Oikawa, she is desperate and scared. But, when she finds him...how will she react? 

 Warnings: Angst, blood, death, injury, usage of guns 

A/N: I lowkey love Mafia AU!s Like, the emotions I can manipulate with these fics.( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ Anyway REQUESTS ARE OPEN for the first time, there are no main rules yet, just stay away from NSFW for now?? and remember that it will be my first time (°∀°) Anyway enjoy an emotional roller coaster!

The gun in her hand was almost as useless as the corpse in front of her. Empty. It was empty. She had wasted a multitude of bullets on a mere goon. She was an idiot. Y/N huffed and chucked the gun onto the cobbled road. It landed with a loud thump, in a small pool of blood. She cringed back as blood flung towards her. She huffed again, wiping the small beads of red over her black jacket as she looked up and into the empty street, dimly lit by faulty streetlights.

It had gone wrong. All wrong. They had been ambushed, under the cover of the night, by simple goons. She shivered, at the slight thought. Guns blazing, bullets shooting randomly, forcing them to separate.

"Damnit, Tooru." Y/N whispered under her breath. She still could see, even slightly feel the anger-filled eyes that urged her to remove herself from the situation. She had given him her own glare, in return. You, wish.

Now she wished that she had listened to the silent warning. If she did, she could have gone to get back up. Or something else. Instead, she had ignored his look and urged onto the battle, landing the first blow on her enemy. A strong, heel-click to the jaw. She had laughed at the loud roar of pain and shock at the sudden contact. Oh and how she regretted that now. The small moment, that small break, was enough for others to join the other two in the ambush. This mess was no ones fault but hers. Not that, Tooru would let her believe that. He will always blame himself. And maybe that's what makes this worse. Not only had she been separated from him, but she had failed him. She had forced him to fight multiple men at once. She had let him allow himself to become their bait.

Tears pooled in her e/c eyes, glimmering slightly in the light as she continued to stare out into the distance. Clutching her arms tightly to her chest, she gave the corpse a mere glance, before stepping over it. She felt lost. Lost and slightly anxious. Nails dug into the jacket sleeves, as she blindly walked away from the mess.

Each step was a battle. She was scared. Scared of what she would find. Who she would find. There was no assurance of safety, not in this...career. Not in this lifestyle. Tomorrow was never promised. And Y/N knew that. That there was a chance, not a big one, but a chance nonetheless that he might not see tomorrow. Please, please be alive. Please. She wanted to cry. Drop down and pour out her tears of worry and anger. But, she didn't. Maybe it was the apprehension the rolled in her stomach. Maybe it was the terror of what would happen if she wasted even a single moment. Even though she knew, in the night there would be a slim chance of actually finding him. If he was even—No. Y/N. No.

"Don't say stupid shit like that. He would laugh at you if you told him." she murmured to herself, tightening her arms across her chest.

"Who?" Y/N flinched as she unraveled her hands from her chest and brought them in front of her, fists closed. She snarled as she whirled around.

"Show yourself," she said, lowly. She crept down, balancing on the balls of her feet as she scanned her surroundings. She scolded herself for being forgetful of her surroundings. It was still pitch black. She was still in danger. With or without him being alive. "Show yourself."

"Idiot." She gasped as a figure appeared from behind a small alleyway. It was still dim, but there was enough light for her to outline the lean figure. Dark brown hair mussed messily over his head. Dulled eyes met her own. He was alive. Alive. "You forgot—"

"You goddamn fool, I swear to the gods I will kill you," she yelled as she lunged for his figure. All nervousness and fear vanished as she neared him. He leaned, almost nonchalantly, against the brick wall. She grabbed him by the collar bringing him down to her level, butting his head with her own.

"You idiot." she hissed, as she shook him, "Where were you?"

"Let me go Y/N-chan, that hurts," he whined as he grabbed her hands, caressing them softly in his grasp. He tugged her close and buried his face in the crook of her neck. She gripped his back, extremely tempted to throw him down onto the ground. But, she leaned slightly closer into his grasp. Allowing herself to bask in this feeling. This warmth.

"Tooru, let me go. You have blood on you." she complained half-heartedly, "You'll get it on me." He gave a low chuckle as he leaned back, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other slowly stroking her cheek. His soft chocolate eyes skimmed over her face, signs for harm and damage.

"I'm not hurt, Tooru." Y/N softly whispered as she backed away from him, he tightened his grip on her.

"Don't move, please. Just for now. Just a little longer." he whispered, burying his face into her hair again. She gripped his back tighter as he leaned into her. Her scent. She felt her cheeks flare slightly at the thought.

"Are you...okay?" she asked. He murmured an incoherent answer as he took in a deep breath. He shook in her grasp. So fragile. He was so fragile. Behind it all, he was the most fragile among them.

"Tooru?" she softly called. He didn't answer, leaning more into her.

"Tooru move back, I can't take all your weight." she slightly teased, her voice shook. He gave a small whimper as he leaned fully against her. She stumbled back, as she heaved his weight.

"Tooru! TOORU!" she yelled. He was still. Unmoving. No. NO. NO—

She sobbed, softly, as she leaned him against the brick wall. He slumped down motionless. Like that body, she had left behind. Like—

"You are not dead." she crouched in front of his hunched figure. "I will not let you die. You will not die on me Tooru Oikawa. You will not die. Not today. Not like this." She patted down his body, feeling for any sign of injury. Shaking fingers stopped at his torso were a big patch of a wet liquid stained his pants. No. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders as she revealed the gaping wound. A bullet. He was hit by a bullet. God, when had he—

"Of course." she cursed as she brought the his shirt to her teeth, and tugged sharply, ripping it with her teeth.

At the random shootings, he must have been hit. That glare—that molten look he had given her was not only one of anger but, off the pain as well. How had she not seen it. The small glimmer of pain he had showed her. He hadn't wanted her to run away from the fight. He wanted her to run away from his injured body. He had known her reaction would be extreme and overprotective.

Reckless. He acted recklessly because of her.

"Y/N..." he groaned.

"Shut up, Oikawa." she snapped as she pressed the make-shift rag into his wound. He hissed at the pressure.

"Y/N. Leave." he moaned, "Just. Let. Me..."

"No." she pressed harder on the wound, he moaned louder. "No. You will not talk. You will only listen. Understood, Oikawa. You will not talk." Tears had begun to form in her eyes again, blurring her vision slightly as her hands trembled on his torso. His own hands covered her own, pressing slightly harder, as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry." he murmured, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what, Oikawa." she gritted her teeth.

"For getting hurt. For being dumb enough to get hurt."

Of course. That's what he would be sorry for. Idiot. She gritted her teeth harder but kept her mouth shut. She merely motioned for him to apply his pressure on the wound. He gave a pained nod as he replaced her hands for his.

"Are you comfortable. Are you dizzy? Are you—"

"I'm good, babygirl." he murmured, eyes still closed. "I'm okay."

"Well, I'm not." Her fingers still trembled as she tucked her head closer to her neck. She was still hunched in front of him. "I'm not okay." He paused, and she heard as his breathing heightened.

"Where—"

"Not physically." her words shook as she blurted them out. "You hurt me, Tooru. You hurt me."

"What—"

"You promised me, Tooru." she rose her voice, sobs choking her and heavy tears trailed down her face. "You promised me you wouldn't be reckless. That you would think about yourself." Her chest heaved as she pressed a hand against her chest.

"You promised." she whimpered as she crumpled onto the ground in front of him.

"Y/N..." his own voice shook, as he heaved a hand up towards her head. He stroked her hair softly as she continued to sob.

He had been surprised to see her, in the middle of the street. He had expected her to leave straight to the safehouse and report the ambush. Or at least bring backup, but that thought was scratched up when he saw the dead body Y/N had left on the ground. He was still surprised to see her. Here. Beside her. A small part of his heart believed that she would leave him. Alone and hurt. But, she had stayed to clean up the wound and help him. His heart swelled in his chest as he watched her whimper before him.

"Y/N, look up please." She refused, shaking her head profusely, "Please, baby." He gave her a weak smirk.

"What." she furrowed her brows as a tear fell down her cheek. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, flicking the tear away.

"I love you." he said, looking into her teary eyes, "I love you." She blinked her eyes, as her chest heaved again. She looked down at his wound, then at the blood-soaked rag, then finally  back to his eyes. And she almost felt her heart stop at the profound clarity in his brown eyes. Even though the pain, the fear the meaning was clear. I love you. His eyes said. His mouth said.

She placed her palm on his hand, clutching his fingers and bringing them to her mouth. She kissed his fingers, softly and watched as Tooru flinched at the sudden action.

"I love you too, Tooru Oikawa. Now and always," she muttered against his fingers. "Always." He looked at her, a tear fell from his eye. From that one action, she knew that that was not the answer he had expected.

"I love you," she confessed, louder as she leaned to his face and placed a wet, soft kiss to his cheek.

"I love you," she repeated, pressing another kiss to his other cheek.

"I love you," she said one last time, before placing a long, wet kiss on his own lips.

"Always," he asked, a question still burned in him, in his eyes. Always?

"Promise," she said as she rested her forehead on his. "I promise." He smiled. Genuinely smiled as he leaned back, in relief. Tomorrow was not promised. But this was.

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[sohin-ace]

Hi¡! i'm a big fan of your one-shots since wattpad😆! So is it okay if I request for bruno with child reader¿ Where he found her on one of his missions working with a gang because of the fact that her parents died, leaving a lot of debt?¿ If the request makes you uncomfortable, you can ignore it and I'll be fully understanding!!Thank you and Sorry my English is really bad😔-

Thank you so much my beautiful gangster 💙 Welcome to my Tumblr!

Man if I had more time I would have made this a one shot of its own.

Bruno taking care of a child!Y/N HC

Bruno and his team were instructed to bust out a rival gang and to exterminate every single one of the members.

Surely he did not expect to see you in there.

But when he had found you, desperately trying to defend yourself and your 'family', he was beyond confused.

Who on Earth had let a child in this sea of bullets?

He was so distraught, frustrated, horrified even. You could barely even manage your own Stand and you were so clumsy too.

You didn't even know how to fight, and even if you did, how could you possibly take a grown man twice your size?

You were the gang's spotter, in fact, you were the one who called your members when you spotted Bucciarati and his team arrive.

Bruno knew it was common for mafia children to be lookouts, baits or sellers, but... you were just so young...

La Famiglia was very strict on protecting children and Capos' wives, yet your members had just left you for dead, all alone to fight. It was disgusting to him.

Bruno stood in front of your beaten, quivering form on the ground, hovering over you like a mountain, his Stand looming powerfully behind him.

"Why are you doing this? Where are your parents?"

His voice was so deep and his tone so strict and harsh, you couldn't help your eyes from watering and he could only stare at you as you explained everything to him, sniffing and sobbing with your tiny voice.

He couldn't lie, seeing you, so small, so fragile, crying your story out, it tore his heart apart.

Debts? A child your age should never even have to hear that word! He knew the Italian system was unforgiving on orphans but this was just too much.

Mista joined Bruno to tell him the entire gang was wiped out, completing the mission. Leaving you to be the only survivor.

You could only cry and pray that he would at least have enough mercy to give you a painless death.

Bruno crouched down in front of you and raised a hand up. You flinched and whimpered, thinking he would strike you.

Instead, he held out a warm comforting hand towards you and gently smiled.

“...Y/N, was it? I'm giving you another chance, Y/N. Would you like to come with me?"

He promised you a safe place, free from debt and danger, somewhere you would get education, a proper childhood, but more importantly, a family.

He closed his huge hand over your tiny one, engulfing your cold, scorched hands protectively in his wamth.

"You'll never be alone again, pupina."

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

My god you people are sadistic and masochistic ☹😫 who wants to see Chisaki's S/o dying...

This and more asks about deaths, kidnapping. Just general things about the mafia *shrugs*

"This is bad." Chrono comented with a wince as he looked down at the message on his cellphone... a warning actually as all the eight precepts, him, Mimic, Overhaul and (Y/n) were on the same room.

"Put bad on this. We're fucking being tARgEtEd By A BunCh Of pUNKS-!"

"Sit down Mimic." Chisaki spoked nonchantly as he saw the many death threats that appeared for him.. most of them mentioning your name on it.

He should have been more careful...

"What's the issue? We get many death threats and in teh ne we always kill those fuckers." Rappa layed himself on the wall as Tengai glared at his commurate for his disrespect "So what makes this fucking different?"

"Many things." Nemoto manifested as he read one of the letters "This gang in particular had been tracking the Shie Hassaikai for years already, and this time the threats are getting way too serious."

"Serious in what level?" Setsuno asked nonchantly as he swung his katana around uncaringly.

"(Y/n) is their target." Chisaki spoked numbly as he looked down at his desk. All room went silent and you rubbed your palms a bit nervously.

"... what?" Deidoro broke the silence and everyone sighed hopeless.

"Since miss (Y/n) is their target, then they are the person in here they're going kill drunk dumbass." Rikiya spoke as Deidoro slapped the air mumbling he already knew that.

"Why though? Sure, (Y/n) is a great help but why exactly her?" Tengai asked calmly as Chisaki sighed with hatred.

"I want the security of this place ten times increased. (Y/n)." He called and you looked at him "You're forbidden to leave this place until second order, understood?" You nodded at your lover and gulped the thick air stuck on your throat.

"Maybe is because they are Overjerk's partner. Then I am the dumbfuck here." Rappa muttered as Tengai decided to ignore it.

"Well." Another voice manifested in the room and all the men in there turned wide eyed as they looked at you... more at the person behind your back actually. "The muscular there is not wrong. After all-" the person smiled wickedly "She is last thing your leader would want gone."

Chisaki widened his eyes in realization that their person's quirk was probably teleport as he almost jumped from his chair.

"Get them! Now! (Y/N)!" He shouted but sadly, even despite all trying to reach you, you were gone with the masked person on the blink of an eye... just when he had reached his hand to grab you... touching the ground instead.

He tsked his tongue before letting out one shout that left everyone in the room afraid for their lifes as even the ground itself breaked due to his quirk.

"SON OF A BASTARD!" Overhaul's shout seemed even to echo in the whole house before he bursted the door open, jacket on his gloved hands as he ran out of the house.

"The hell?!" Rappa broke their shock as Kurono and Irinaka shook their heads and ran after Chisaki.

"That was teleport quirk, surely." Tengai spoked as Rappa, Hoyo, Setsuno and Rikiya left after Overhaul shouted their names.

"I WANT ONLY THE ONES WHO HAS EXPERIENCE ON COMBAT." He shouted as Kurono tracked teh gang down to discover their address.

Hang on Angel. I'm coming

~

You stared in hate at the yakusa's boss in front of you. Arrogant bastard that had that smirk on.

"Say. How long have you know that street rat? Chisaki Kai?"

You only increased your glare as you growled between teeth.

"None of your damn business."

"Woah. A sassy one." He mused out loud as he snapped his fingers, the man holding your chains pushed you out of the room "You will be a good use for us."

You flipped him off, hardly since your hands were chained, as the man pushed you like a dog around that place.

"You will be released soon." The man spoked suddenly "Your only use is being a bait for that sociopath."

You arched one eyebrow as he chuckled.

"You don't need to know much. After all, his life is not going to end very much... well."

Your eyes widened in realization that this was planned to be a trap... you couldn't let that happen!

Although, only a few minutes of walking an explosion was heard from teh other side of the house and you immediately knew what it was and who it was.

"They're faster then we presumed." He cursed under his breath and this time you smirked.

"We're full of surprises." You said normally before laying a great kick on guy's stomach, the man almost fly to the wall and almost puked before glaring up at you, sneakily grabbing his gun from behind.

"You little shit-!" He hissed and you dodged his attack before running down the hall.

You didn't know their plan... but if the guy already spilled tagt you were a bat, then Kai had to be very careful until you didn't reached for him.

Hang on devil, I'm coming!

~

"We came in here only to save (Y/n). Have that on your minds." He said to his commurates as he saw a bunch of teh guard coming into their direction

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun, right Overhaul?" Chrono smirked as he twirled his gun a bit before starting to aim at one guy's head.

"I usually despise messes." He said nonchantly before he saw a guy shouting with a sword coming into his direction.

He simply crouched down, took off his glove nimbly to just touch two of his fingers on the man's torso before his upper body exploded. remnants of blood gushing everywhere and some drops hit his green jacket ... but his thirst for killing was so great, it overcame even his misophobia of years as he looked numbly at the mass of man with their terrified eyes at him and his face almost errupted in hives... like he was some savage animal or a monster that came from hell.

"But blood from garbage will be spilled on this filthy ground. Merciless." He growled before his commurates started to attack their enemies as he made his way to the inside of the house.

He almost broke the door of the big house and shouted your name. Not having an answer he scoffed and made his way in hurry inside.

Please be okay. God, please be okay. It was all that he asked.

"Well, would you look at that." A elder voice echoed behind him and he immediately turned around to see that old man... once a commurate from Pops, but the bastard tried to steal their money and betrayed them by going into the police for some whatever reason.

He was young, but he reminded very well that bastard.

"You've grow a lot since the last time I saw you street rat. What gives me the honor of having THE Chisaki Kai inside my residence?"

"I will give you ten seconds to tell me where is them before I end up with your sorry excuse for a living." He growled and overhauled his gloves in anger. The man looked at him with a sarcastic smile before chuckling.

"So we have the right one." He looked at no where in specific before looking at Chisaki "Who would thought? When my old pal showed me he had taken a street rat home I didn't believe my own eyes when I saw it, especially since the guy had an daughter already... why grab someone who doesn't have any value?"

"If you're trying to get me with empty words them you're just waiting your time." He said nonchantly, but his anger didn't changed one bit "I will give you one more warning. Give her back, and I might leave you only with a rib cage broken."

"Rude and brute as always, eh?" He messed with the pocket of his tuxedo, and showed to Chisaki his gun. The young man simply arched an eyebrow and aproached his hand to the wall.

"No no no, my dear friend. This little present is not for you." He smirked devilish as he heard footsteps getting closer and closer "Is for your little..." he lifted his gun, aiming at Chisaki before abruptly shooting the place where your heart was.

".... weird." He smiled at you falling in the arms of his subbordinates while crying out loud "I thought angels were immortal creatures Chisaki." He said nonchalantly but smirked at the way Kai's golden, serious eyes had turned wide open as hives exploded even more at his face and forearms "Oh well. Just useless as you was."

Chisaki let out a inhumane shout before slamming his bare hand at the floor, plataforms being formed with force almost crushing the subbordinate atlnd the old man.

"Boss!" Mimic broke the house down with the help of Rikiya before he cursed out loud at seing the mass of blood coming from you and the situation.

"Something about my pal that I never agreed on Chisaki." The man gave him a psychotic smile as blood spilled from his mouth at the force of teh concreto crushing his body as Chisaki still was using his quirk and glaring at noth men with murderous wide eyes. "He had his honor and believes, but drugs were something that always put us on the top before the heroes days... so imagine if by my quirk of healing what we could do?"

"You have the nerve to even SPEAK?!" Chisaki formed another spike with the material of the floor and made it's way to the elder chest... he only coughed a bit of blood before laughing... his commurate already dead on his side.

"You see it's funny. You worry so much about killing us... that you forgot about that thing over there..." Chisaki followed the man's chin and jumped form his place when he saw you were still breathing.

"(Y/n). No no no. Hey! (Y/N)!" He cupped your face and ignored the mass of blood that was spilling from your chest "Is going to be alright, angel keep your eyes open! Do not dare to close your eyes on me!" He shook your head a bit before placing his hand on teh wound "I can heal it! See?! I can take the bullet's out! Stay just a bit (Y/n)-"

"There's no use." The elder laughed when Chrono put his gun at his temple and told him to shut up as he yanked the man on the ground. "We made sure that those didn't work with your types of quirks. Only one thing is needed. And well... is not even a good use."

"Kai..." you coughed, trying to find him in your blurry vision "Trap... you.. kill-"

"Don't waste your oxygen idiot!" He shouted and tried to lift you up... but stopped when he felt your limb hand on his wrist.

"Not... time..." you whispered and felt your body getting cold... worse than the cold of ice.

"She has a point." He laughed before he got pinned down by Rappa and Chrono. "This works like venom... even I didn't got the heart, it works just as fast as a bite from a snake."

"Stop this nonsense!" He shouted, ignoring the elder and cupping both of your cheeks again as you tried to mantain your breath "You're going to get through this..." he shook his head to stop his eyes from burning "Come on angel just-" he gagged a bit at seing your faint smile and eyes almost closed... lifting slowly your hand up to trace his covered jaw.

"At... least... I could get to see you... one.. last... time..." he grabbed your hand a bit too harsh but when his bare skin of his hand touched yours he widen his eyes in terror when he saw you letting out your last breath... your body going limp on his hold.

"No..." he whispered before putting his quirk on action. But even if he had gotten your back back your pulse still didn't come as well "No...!" He tried again "No, no no nO!"

He tried again, again... and again... all ended up in failure...

"Kai-" kurono tried to talk but the laugh of the elder surpassed his own voice.

"See what I told you?! Isn't it glorious?! My masterpiece worked! Even if I wanted more, seing teh next leader wrath and hatred is so much more valuable, it makes me really proud to be honest-"

"Shut-" Chisaki growled before slamming his hand on teh ground, sending Kurono and Rappa out of the man's body as he make the old man come to him by the the force of the wall pushing him "-THE HELL UP!" he lunched on the gut of teh man before opening his hand and overhauling the guys entire body... covering your limp body with his to not send any of the filthy blood in your angelic figure...

He breathed in and out before looking at your face... his limbs stopped working, be couldn't catch what his commurates and sobbordiantes were saying as he sneaked fhis hand on the back of your head as his free arm brough your cold one to his...

He didn't felt like this... in ages. And for the first time... he wish he could feel nothing at all... because for lord, that hurted he couldn't breath.

He didn't catch that Irinaka and Kurono asked for space to him. Setsuno, Rikiya and even Rappa nodded in respect and left to wait outside... all of them with a unconscious pain on their chest.

Kurono and Irinaka hesitantly aproached, not much close to Chisaki due to respect for the man as he hugged his death lover still on his arms.

Overhaul was so... quiet. It even scared both mans that had stayed to at least try to help his own grief.

"Chisaki... we-"

"No..." he interrupted Irinaka with a shaky sigh... shocking both again, since they never heard Kai sounding so... broken.

"Kai." Chrono took his mask out, surprisingly noticing a hint of two or three tears on his eyes forming before he wiped them quickly "We gotta go before the heroes come by..."

The shoulder of the dark brow haired man shook suddenly, and it didn't take long for faint sobs started to appear...

He was almost crushing your body to his as he almost yanked his mask from.his face in anger at feeling his tears coaxing the material... the disgusting fluid slidding from his eyes in all directions of his face possible.

He let out a louder sob before burring his face in the cold crook of your neck and letting out one of his worst, painful, loudest shout that even seemed to hurt his lungs.

He let ou a howl of your name after his outburst as he succumbed to sobs again, clinging around you... his knees were hurting but the pain he felt surpassed all of those he ever felt on his entire life.

Mimic and Chrono could only lower their heads and pay respect... not even flinching at the strenght of their... friend's shouts.

All of his tears fell like a water fall... but one single tear of Overhaul's had slided and emerged on your wound... not catching attention of anyone until Chisaki felt a warmth coming back from your chest.

He lifted his head a bit to look at your chest... tears still falling endless, he continued to have your body glued to his... a desperate wish that if he squeezed you hard enough against his living body, you could be back.

But he wasn't foolish.

He blinked before looking back at your face and he sucked a shaky breath in as he traced the side of your face with his fingers... he touched foreheads with yours before leaving a chaste kiss on your cold plump lips...

Just when he was about to lift you up a string of gold started to appear on the side of your neck... almost shinning if it wasn't for the rooftop blocking the sunlight.

"The fuck?" Mimic mumbled before cursing when Chrono punched the back of hsi neck with a scowl.

Chisaki arched both of his eyes brows before tracing the string of gold... looking more like tree branches then mere strings. Soom they started to gently trace your face and come lower and lower until they reached your chest...

"What the..." he muttered, his voice and throat, weak and sore from all of his outburst and shouting.

He placed his hand on where you were shoot and widened his eyes at not only feeling the warmth of your chest back neither that the strings had dissapeared... but the most important.

He felt your pulse. The beating of your heart right below his bare hand.

It... was he hallucinating? It couldn't be...

Suddenly you let out a grunt that even made Chrono and Irinaka shout a curse in shock before falling into their backs. Chisaki widened his eyes at feeling you stirring on his arms before lazily opening your eyes to look around you... getting confused a bit before looking up at him.

"..(Y/n)...?" He couldn't believe his own eyes as you arched one eyebrow at both man layed on teh floor not much away form you two. You soon looked up at Chisaki again, a confused and sheepish little smile as you asked shyly.

"Did... did I missed something?"

He let out a shaky sigh as a rare smile appeared on his lips before he almost crushed you for real on his arms and toned chest.

"(Y/n)!" You hugged him back, a bit confused, before yelping in surprise when he lifted you up in the air and started to leave feathery kissed in your cheeks, nose, forehead, most important were lips... everthing his lips could touch.

As much you were giggling in shock a bit you looked at Chrono, whose had recuperated from his scare, and pointed at Chisaki discretly with a questioning look.

"Where's my Kai?" You asked before giggling at his growl for you to shut up as he nuzzled in your hair, sighing in relief as he crushed you even more on his embrace.

"YoU ComE BacK FrOm ThE FucKiNg DeAd AnD YoU StiLL WAnT FuCKinG AnsWeRs FrOm Us YOu FReaCkinG PUNK ThAt Let Us AlmOsT DyInG-?!"

"Wait what?" You widened your eyes as you took notice of your lover's chest easing back a bit.

"Long story." Chrono sighed while picking his mask up as Chisaki breathed in and out before returning his usual expression.

He cupped your cheek and inspected a bit your face and body in general.

"We have to do tests to take notice what on all Earth and Hell happened with you..." he squeezed your hand back when you did the same as he had you close to his chest. "We need to clean this up before those heroes suspect of something or even the police. Call those three back."

"Yes boss." Just when they left he sighed and brought you close to his chest again, your face even hitting his chest.

"My angel..." he sigjed shakily as his hand carresed your hair, his touch seeming like you were some type of porcelain... form how gentle and careful he was being with you.

You had a LONG tests to give to him and a lots of questions... but right now you were happy to give the comfort that your devil was needing...

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[vickylamore]

If the Yns from Crys's fics were to meet, what would happen?

OKAY SO LIKE, HI, you'll only get this if you've read at least two of Crys's (@armytinyzenmoa) series cause, its alot to cover.

She already did this for Park Yn (Zemblanity) and Lee Yn (TSTL) but I'm doing it for:

Park Yn - Zemblanity (dumbass number one)

Yn - Glitched (dumbass number two, more logical, still slow.)

Byun Yn - LR (confident hoe, smart ass bitch, love to see it.)

Lee Yn - TSTL (a badass, a fucking queen, my favroite Yn, my baby, will fight for her/him period)

Only these Yns cause I didnt read the other series with Yeonjun and Seonghwa(?) and I don't have enough info on Jung Yn (Prominence) so four for now. I will update it when more Yns are added (series wise) 🙄❤.

Also, THIS IS CRACK. THE TYPOS ARE IMMACULATE but its litterally crack + crack writing style (and no tags cause the series aren't my work so the tags below are litterally... just there cause some of yall won't know about her stories SO IF YOU DONT, DONT READ BEYONG THIS POINT).

But yes, here we go 😗

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If Byun Yn and Lee Yn were to meet in the TSTL TL!:

Byun and Lee Yn are like lowkey opposites but have the same upbringing traumatic so they can relate to each other.

Best fucking friends (sorry Lucas, Jeno).

They rob banks together period point blank.

Lee is a lot less reckless than Byun but is a lot more of a bitch.

Byun, smarter than the two since she's a fking genius but Lee is a lot more logical when it comes to surviving.

*cough* mafia *cough*.

Bye, theyd run from the cops for fun and if they get caught, Lee would just threatened them with her grandfather's name 😭🤚🏾

Lee Yn would ask Byun Yn to help them burn down SM and Byun would be like, "hold on, I can make a nuclear explosion to disintegrate all the malicious experiments they're performing on people but somehow save all the people affected."

And they'd run with it.

They'd give Baekyun a scare cause he's technically (not really) related to one and is the other's guardian so LR! Baek would kill him if his sister isn't back in one piece.

Taemin wouldn't understand what was happening but if it were to occur, he'd hope that both of them DON'T DIE since he doesn't want the Avengers and everyone else on his ass.

Ten would instigate Byun Yn into fighting him.

No actually.

He wouldn't get his ass beat because its like a two hour sparring match that Baekhyun breaks up.

Lucas is just... there. Confused on who's his best friend but figures it out when Byun Yn pushes him back saying, "hugs are reversed for Jeno."

Mark is fucking tired, probably draws his gun upon seeing two but then grumbles under his breath, "I'm not even surprised."

Lee Yn joins him on a walk while Byun Yn takes all the attention cause honestly, same.

Jongin asks Byun Yn on how to recharge in case of no energy source... cause well, she's a genius.

Byun Yn and Taeyong become friends and hack in SM's system to get all the shady shit they have on Sooman and replace the files with pictures of cats.

Yuh.

THEYD GIVE LEE SOOMAN A RUN FOR HIS MONEY. THATS IT, THATS THE TWEET.

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If Byun Yn and Yn (Glitched) were to meet in L&R TL!:

She'd leave Glitched Yn for dead, she has no time for dumbasses Im sorry 👩🏾‍🦯

She'd deadass say one thing and Byun Yn would look at her up and down, smirk and whisper, "I could use you for bait."

The only reason Yn isn't dead is because the Avengers saved her before she could die cause they thought it was Byun (deadass wouldve saved her either way but like... priorities.)

THEYD BE SO CONFUSED AND DONE, OVER IT.

Yn wouldn't be TOO big of a dumbass, just very very curious and screw something up which meant that Jeno would try to kill her but Byun would be like "no, dont kill my useless twin."

Yn would be so confused because she just wanted to get her first day of the internship done and she was dropped in a world where the Avengers exists.

Goodbye, she's tired bruh.

Develops a crush on Jaemin, Chenle and Jisung and her become friends because she isn't as reckless as Byun and Renjun... is just tired and doesn't mind her at all.

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If Byun Yn and Park Yn met in Zemb TL!:

Oh boy.

Someone save Byun Yn PLEASE.

Would accidentally ask Mark why he's in space and not with SuperM and he'd be so confused.

Byun Yn would save Park Yn from Yang² because Park Yn,,

Is just Park Yn *sigh*

That's the tweet.

Byun Yn is deadass is the only reason Park alive because Byun Yn saves her in a world thats not even hers.

Park Yn tries but her efforts aren't enough, needs help from Maverick Agent to get out smh.

Bro Byun Yn would somehow die BECAUSE of Park Yn and Byun would come back from the dead and be like, "whoever tried to drown me is a bitch."

Poor Park Yn would be so mfk confused and terrified and probably cling onto Byun Yn, sobbing into her chest while the other is like, "relax, I can't die here for some reason. If I could then you'd probably have multiple organizations run to kill you--- but don't cry?"

Park Yn would have to explain to YangYang not to take her unless he wants to die.

Ten and Byun Yn become friends, I don't make the rules.

They even become allies but Byun Yn wants to know where it'll go.

Hendery is confused, Lucas is even more confused, Sicheng thinks he fucked up again (IM SORRY), YangYang is intrigued, Kun is tired and tries warning her about Ten but doesn't listen, Park Yn has panic attacks because Byun Yn is being dumb and goes with Ten.

Though, Byun Yn meets her up later and says, "can you get me to a control panel, I wanna get out of here, this place is too crowded and I'm hungry."

Not because Ten tried killing her and she knocked him out

Park Yn would try explaining that they can't escape and Byun would interupt, "don't take me for a dumbass."

BRUH THEYD DEADASS WALK OUT OF SECTOR V NO PROBLEM.

Park Yn asks how Byun Yn did it and she'd be explaining things she wouldn't understand, "matrix, quatrums, space, matter, timeliness and interacting forcefields."

Park Yn would just nod and not even bother.

She'd also tell Byun about all the dumb shit that happened and the other would be like,

"Suprised you aren't dead yet and you really haven't seen anything, come to my world."

Park Yn is ✨traumatized✨

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If Lee Yn were to met Park Yn in TSTL TL!(specifically for this one, Lee Yn is a girl because of the scenario):

They're litterally polar opposites, one of them is going to kill the other.

LEE YN WOULD TELL PARK YN THAT SHE'S A CRYBABY 💀

No joke, she'd be at Park Yns THROAT for litterally breathing and clinging onto Ten like he's her best friend (I mean)

Bruh she'd steal Mark away from Lee Yn and she'd get salty :(((

Also explore the world like shes a visitor and forget that there's a bounty on her head???

Like yeah, you were on the moon but there's a bounty in your head? The worse thing is that she'd drag her twin with her to the nearest coffee shop and refuses for ANY of the seven men to accompany them.

Something along the lines of, "I dont trust men to protect me anymore."

IM TELLING YOU, THE SHIT ON THE MOON REALLY MESSED WITH HER IM SO SORRY-

WOULD ALSO ALMOST GET BOTH OF THEM KILLED CAUSE SOOBIN DECIDED TO PULL UP AT THE COFFEE SHOP THEY WERE VISITING WITH THE REST OF FKING TXT.

Park Yn would probably run hella slow while they're getting chased with guns and she'd still be like, "why are they chasing us?!"

And Lee would reply, "what part of I'm first in line of my grandfathers grande mafia aren't you understanding?"

Like Lee is TIRED, she doesn't want this shit anymore. Doesn't help that she was going to give Park a chance but she clearly isn't fit for the mafia lifestyle.

The only thing they have in common is Mark. That's it.

So like after running and getting back to base, Lee would litterally chase Park ALL OVER THE PLACE trying to get to her.

For some reason, Park is fast.

Must be from all that running on the moon damn 😭🤚🏾

"Please I dont want to die again!"

- Park Yn, 2020.

Baby girl has been through some shit okay?

Lee Yn got frustrated real quick and almost threated to pull out her gun PLEASE.

Something along the words of, "people try to kill me all the time, let's see how hard it is."

"Stop fucking running!"

"But you're chasing me with a gun!?"

Taeyong would litterally watch this all go down on the cams for like five minutes before he tells the rest of SuperM that Park Yn is thirty seconds away from dying because Lee Yn is now taking the safety off her gun 💀

No Lee really can't stand her.

Its litterally chaos.

Jongin had to glitch to get Park away from a flying bullet.

Taemin was making sure she was fine while being on the lookout for the other Yn.

Baekhyun's trying to help Taeyong erase the film of two Yns running around the base like mad women.

Lucas had to deal with a pissed off Lee Yn cause sis was not having it.

Almost lost her.

He did, in fact, lose her.

Mark had to chase her down AGAIN.

Chaos LMAO

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If Yn and Park Yn were to met in Zemblanity TL!:

Rest In Peace.

Would die within the first 2 hours of being together.

All because the readers picked 'go to the boiler room' over 'hide in the vents'.

And they BOTH died because someone turned the heat on.

The end.

#nct #superm #IM FUCKING TIRED BRUH #crack #nct crack #superm crack #vickywritings #CRYS DO YOU LIKE IT LMAO #if the yns were to meet