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tainted-liquor · 8 months

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'You love me'✧˖°

Arachkids x Reader! TWs: I don't think there are any Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles ! W/C: 1080 A/N: Sorry if Gwen is a lil ooc, I really don't write for her that much lol. FIRST REQUESTTTT EUUUGHH!! /pos

Miles Morales

You watched as your boyfriend paced around his room, occasionally walking up the wall as he ranted about some sort of 'Villain-of-the-week", laying flat on your stomach on top of his bed as he hung upside down from his roof. You chuckled to yourself as an Idea manifested in your head, raising yourself up slightly. "Hey, Miles."

"Huh-...Yeah? You need something, love?" He snapped out of his trance and turned to face you as he dangled from the ceiling. You inched closer to him, analyzing his confused expression as you cupped the sides of his face within your hands, pressing a gentle and loving kiss to his lips at a slightly awkward angle. He may have been there physically in front of you, but as soon as he felt your soft lips on his he was gone. He quickly returned the kiss, gently cupping your face in the same manner that you had cupped his.

When you pulled back, Miles gave a small frown before quickly fixing his expression. He already felt himself missing your touch, quickly pulling you back in before you could even think.

"What was that for?"

"Cuz I love you, Miles."

Hobie Brown

Now Hobie was a slightly different case. He more than likely preferred having two feet firmly planted on the ground, and was more than likely not home. Being Spider-Man and an infamous music artist took up most of his time, so there were some days when he really just...not home. So here you were in the middle of the night, bundled up in his bedsheets half asleep and missing your beloved boyfriend. You heard the front door to his canal boat open as you heard his familiar East London dialect muffle itself at the front door

"I'll see you guys later. Gonna check on the missus."

You heard him shut the door as quietly as the door would allow him, his heavy boots thudding against the hardwood floors. The bedroom door creaked open as I slowly rose up from my comfortable position on my side. His eyes widened a fraction when he saw that I was partially asleep, wasting absolutely 0 time in apologizing for waking me up. "Sorry, lovey. Didn't mean to wake ya." He beamed as he looked down at me from the side of his bed.

"You didn't bee...don't worry" you sighed while simultaneously leaning upwards towards the punk. "Can you do me a favor though? Pleaaaase~?"

"Yeah love whatever you-...No." Hobie immediately knew what you were talking about as soon as he saw your eyes gravitate toward the ceiling. Despite being the Spider-Man of his world, he was very afraid of hanging upside down for longer periods. He said it felt 'suffocating and made him dizzy.'

"C'mon, I haven't seen you in two days I wanna kiss my man." You pouted, turning away from him and crossing your arms against your chest. Hobie let out a long sigh before walking up the wall and standing perfectly still on his ceiling. "There. Happy?" He grinned as he placed both hands over his hips.

"Very." you smiled as you eagerly smashed his lips into yours, attempting to hold the kiss as long as possible due to the possibility of it never happening again.

Pavitr Prabhakar

Your boyfriend, Pavitr is Spider-Man. Now of course he didn't tell you just yet, but everyone in Mumbattan knew. The hair, the clothes, the horrible faux deep voice, it was completely obvious to everyone but him. Not that you minded though, if anything you found his cluelessness cute. So when you sat on the ledge of a rather tall building fidgeting with your phone, In came your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man from above.

"Hey Mer-" He cleared his throat quickly, forcing his voice down an octave before carefully selecting his next few words. "Hey, you really shouldn't be sitting this close to the ledge! I think you might want to move back juuuust a smidge!" he reasoned, the white-painted eyes in his mask narrowing shut, indicating that loving smile you'd see every time he was out of his mask. You scooted back on the ledge slightly, looking up at the slowly spinning spider as he dangled from an even higher ledge. You fought back giggles at his slight hypocrisy, before answering with a small

"Why thank you, Spider-Man! What would I do without you here to protect me!" You joked with a barely concealed chuckle. You reached out towards him, gently taking his upside-down face into your hands. Pav didn't mean to lean into your touch so easily, it was just so hard to keep up the façade of not knowing you. It became clear at that moment that you knew who resided under the mask when you pulled the soft fabric up over his nose, pressing a small kiss to his lips before pulling back with your usual smile. His face grew slightly pink as he watched you walk back into your building, giving him a small wave and mouthing "Bye Pav!"

Gwen Stacy

It was a relatively warm morning as you went for your daily walk on the streets of Brooklyn. Around this time your girlfriend would normally be on patrol, on the lookout for any crime or anomalies. So instead of dwelling on her abscence, you made your way to the nearby abandoned bridge. You made the space as comfortable as possible, kicking away any debris or stones before sitting on the ground and scrolling through social media on your phone. You heard a small thwip noise above you, looking up to see your girlfriend standing en pointe with her arms crossed on the side of the bridge above.

"Hey Gwennie!" You called as she walked down the pillar of the bridge, bringing herself closer to you so you didn't have to shout. "Hey!" She said as she pulled off her mask to reveal that beautiful smile of hers. "What are you doing all the way over here? Shouldn't you be on your walk?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

"Yeah, normally. Just wanted a change in scenery" you shrugged as you stood up, craning your neck to look up at the sideways spider. You beckoned her closer, giving a short and simple kiss as she looked at you with blown pupils and the most furious blush you've ever seen. You watched as she slung her mask back on, covering her face with her hands and webbed away. She was so adorable

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snaililita · 4 months

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×+×+×+ Random Death the Kid splurbs +×+×+×

/Reader's Gender/: Irrelevant, not mentioned

/SFW ofc/

Honestly just me simping for this boy, I simply adore him! He's just so funny>< My cringe, 2000s - 2010s mindset just eats up all the very angsty content that is just a beautiful snapshot of the era! I wish I could have just have been old enough to have experienced it myself T^T

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MMMMM THIS BOY HAS NO DARN RIGHT BEING THIS /FINE/.

Okay but seriously how did you land him, I want clear cut directions and instructions.

All the girls (and even some boys👁👁) are INCREDIBLY jealous of you. Kid's the cutest boy in the school!

/And/ he is Lord Death's son! Literally just about every girl is seething at you when you walk past them, biting on their shirt/dress collars all angry like.

If I had to guess, it was probably you who asked him out.

He may be absolutely gorgeous, stunning, and have a silver tongue but that doesn't exactly mean he knows how to use any of it....

What I'm saying is is guy is /awkward/ with a capital A.

Sweetheart with good intentions once you get to his core and can find a way to look past his obsession with folding toilet paper, but still awkward regardless.

So whether you boldly walked up to him and declared your love with a bouquet of roses and dramatic lighting and music or you were stumbling over your words, on the verge of crying and soiling your pants, and just giving up and running away- you were still the one to ask him out first.

Depending on how you asked I can see him responding in a plethora of ways but my favourite is dead ass looking you in the eye and saying "Even though I'm asymmetrical garbage?" while a singular tear just dramatically trails down his cheek.

Realistically he probably just said yes at first cuz he had nothing better to do. Or if you were the ladder option of the before, probably felt bad.

But the more time you guys hung out the more he found himself beginning to actually /like/ like you.

Maybe you were helping him snap back into focus during his episodes- or maybe you were trying to make him happy by dressing as symmetrically as you could and folding your toilet paper. (Even if it wasn't perfect, it's the sentiment that counted for him this time.)

At first, it just felt weird when you weren't around and he would find himself thinking about you in those situations. But then he started finding himself actively seeking you out when you weren't there.

He would be having a perfectly normal Sunday and then he would find a picture that reminded him of you in a magazine or maybe saw a shirt in the clothes store's window that he thought you would look cute in.

Then he would begin to wonder what you were doing at that moment. He would find himself missing your presence. And when he noticed this, he immediately denied it.

He just agreed to hang out cuz he felt bad/was bored, right? /Right?/

But it kept happening, more and more. It began to happen when he was on missions, he would get distracted and slip up. Okay, this wasn't working out. He needed to do something about this.

He asked you to partner with him on missions.

Let's assume you're a weapon in this scenario. (If you're a meister you just go with him with your own weapon.)

His excuse was "Well if Liz or Patty is out of commission, I can't fight. And since you're a set of perfectly symmetrical twin blades you would make for an excellent back up."

So you started going on missions with him, a lot.

But one time, Patty got sick. So just you and Kid went on the mission while Liz stayed home to take care of her.

This started happening more and more. (Not the Patty getting sick part, although she did probably get sick off of eating crayons regularly a few times.)

At this point, you were essentially going on as many solo missions with him that he had gone on and goes on with Liz and Patty.

But what really made him realise that he does actually like.... /like/ like you was when the two of you resonated souls.

It was weird, being able to hear each other's unfiltered thoughts.

He learned about a lot of weird things that go on inside your head after that- but that's besides the point.

Point being, with how easily the two of you resonated souls without having ever practised before was kind of the last nudge he needed before he decided to stop running from and denying his genuine feelings for you.

He didn't really change much after that, after all you don't exactly become a new person immediately after he acknowledged his feelings, but he did seem a lot happier once he came to terms with it; lot less tense at least.

He seemed a lot less hesitant when asking you out for a spot of tea and was /a lot/ less hesitant when touching you. Of course he still isn't /huge/ on PDA outside of hand holding, but he doesn't feel the need to slather his hands in hand sanitizer after holding yours and doesn't ask you where you've been before hugging you.

That and he doesn't do the awkward side hug anymore, he iniates actual hugs now. Not often, like I said he isn't much into PDA and probably- no, /definitely/ doesn't like his clothes wrinkled but.... maybe he doesn't mind so much when it's you.

After all, he /does/ love you.

And you fold the toilet paper for him.

#death the kid x reader #death the kid #soul eater #soul eater x reader #adelita writes

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Hey there, amazing person! I just broke my elbow and had to go in for surgery. I am now in a lot of pain and could use a pick me up. Could you do a fluffy Kol x reader where the reader is super freaked about the surgery and even though he doesn't know how any of the stuff works, he still stays as long as he can to comfort her. Then when she wakes up Kol is super sweet and stays the whole first night even though she keeps him up cuz she's in pain. Please 🙏 I need this in my life!

I’ll always stay

You woke up in the hospital with immense pain shooting through your body, your face was stained with tears as you brought your hand to touch the source of your discomfort

“i wouldn’t do that darling, it’ll only hurt more” you whipped your head round to see Kol in the chair next to you, he was leant forward and looking at your arm

“it’s broken…you have to have surgery” your face paled as he spoke those words and tears spilled over your cheeks when you shifted and felt your elbow move. A choked cry left your mouth as you stared at your arm

“no no…oh it hurts Kol! it hurts!” He was on his feet in an instant and gently held your hand that wasn’t attached to your injured arm.

“We’ll get some more pain stuff okay? NURSE!?” he started screaming for the nurse repeatedly

“I NEED A NURSE! DOCTOR! SURGEON!??” you couldn’t hold in your little laugh as he waved his arm around like a mad man to capture the attention of a doctor

“YES! you. here now please, we need drugs so she feels better…like not in pain better not like high…unless you think that could help i mean-“

“Kol…i don’t think he’s gonna let me get high just cuz i broke my elbow” the doctor stood there in silence as Kol tap on the button that gives you pain medication

“sir, she’s at the max medication, I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait till the surgery, its very soon and then when you wake up it should start feeling a little better” you nodded and the doctor looked at your elbow

“you’re not going to be able to do some things for a while…”

“thats fine i can do everything for them, cook, clean whatever the need i got it, you can go now” he responded quickly and ushered the man out

he turned back to find you trying to get comfortable, Kol sighed and sat beside you and gently rubbed your legs

“well..surgery isn’t too far away…i can read to you? well i’ll just tell you a story…maybe from my past? i don’t have a book on me but, you know its fine i’ll wing it” you offered a smile and he kissed your forehead before beginning his story

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“okay we’re going to count to ten and we need you to just take deep breaths, you’ll start to feel tired, that’s normal and it’s a good thing. The surgery wont last too long and when you wake your pretty boyfriend will probably still be here okay?” you followed the instructions and fell into a sleep like situation

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Your head lulled to the side as you felt your body shift, you noticed an arm around your waist and then saw Kol snoring with his head on your stomach as he barely hung on the end of the hospital bed making you giggle and pet his hair listening to him mumble in his sleep. You went to move your other arm but the sharp pain stabbed through you again and you gasped a cry. Kol’s head snapped up at the sound of your stress and he fell of the bed

“what in the- oh crap- are you okay? does it still hurt you want me to go get-“ you cut him off by shaking your head while he scrambled to his feet and pulled the chair over to you

“no it’s fine i just, just stay please”

“i’ll always stay… i managed to download Netflix on my phone if you wanna pick something” his brows were furrowed and he tapped on the screen before shimmying over so you could both see the range of films and shows

you watched as he scrolled through the different genres with a concentrated expression and you found yourself smiling fondly

“you look cute when you’re serious” you told him and his eyes darted to yours as a smug smirk tugged at his lips

“mm and you always look cute my darling, could just eat you up” you laughed at that and leaned towards him, he entwined your good hand with his and pressed play on your favourite film. He would stay, you knew he would, he would always stay, for you.

(i know it’s short but i really hope it still lifts your spirits a bit, i hope the pain decreases and you start feeling better soon. I wish you the chance ti find your own Kol Mikaelson and a better rest of 2023 🤍)

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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"A Gift." Danny Johnson/Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Commission post!

Hey, hey, hey! SO! This is the first official finished commission I have ever done! It was commed by the lovely @rakunko who I cannot thank enough for comming me and for such a rad prompt! I was also given permission to post this! To help show off what having a commission from me will be like for anyone else who is curious. This is presented just as it was to them, unedited. This is a reader insert but there are some defining details to the reader. Just fair warning. Also this com was only put in for 2K and told me to just go ham and have fun and boy did it! They only paid the 2K price but true to my word, I went about 500 words over that the commissioner was not charged for simply cuz I couldn’t shut up! I knew this would happen. Now lets get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K Danny Johnson/Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Brief Descriptions Of Reader In Some Regards. Warnings: Stalking. Obsession. Knife Play. Blood Play. Vaginal Fingering. Chase. Predator/Prey. Breaking And Entering. Marking. Scarification. Praise. Dirty Talk.

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You had a pretty great day.

Had gone out and hung out with some friends, been out of the house for hours. It was so nice but you wanted to get home, have something to eat, and really relax.

It was late, pretty dark out, you liked that though, felt really comfortable in your neighbourhood even when it was later.

Usually you felt that way. Tonight you felt off.

Something didn’t feel quite right. You felt like you were being watched, had felt eyes on you, burning a hole through the back of your head for the past ten minutes but you kept looking over your shoulder, trying to subtle about it to find nothing still. You were probably being paranoid, maybe you were more tired than you had initially thought? This wasn’t the first time that you had felt this way.

And the last time you felt this way it hadn’t been nothing. It had been something. Or rather someone.

Someone who really took a liking to you and hadn’t really been leaving you alone for very long. He kept coming around and speaking of it has been about two weeks since his last visit. As you thought about this, nearly at your place you hear it, something that makes your head snap and a chill runs up your spine. Heavy footfalls and they are coming up fast, the second the sound registers you take a deep breath and speed up your own pace.

You want to look but you can’t risk it, no way, it’ll screw up your stride and he usually catches you so easily as it is, you need every advantage you have at your disposal.

You were less than a block away and outside but you knew him and knew that wouldn’t stop him if he caught you. A sincere hope that you would make it inside before he got his hands on you, wanting the shelter of your home to hide whatever debauchery he wanted to subject you to.

You were breathing hard, heart pounding as hard as your shoes were on the pavement, you had to make it, you were almost there. Your hands make their move, dig in your bag for your keys, you were still listening and he sounded a ways back yet. You would have a small window to get it open but you couldn’t fuck this up. Your fingers hook in the key ring, you pull them up and your eyes dart down for a second to make sure you are holding the correct key.

So close, you could do it, you might beat him for once. You reach your front door, one hand closes on the doorknob and your other shoves the key inside the lock with only a mild fumble, you turn the key and the knob at the same time. The lock opens, the door swings open and then you fuck up.

You underestimated him.

You got cocky.

Your head turned, you looked over your shoulder, you were going to call out some taunt before scurrying inside and slamming the door closed and locking it. However instead of seeing him several feet like you were expecting, you see him two strides away, almost close enough to grab you.

Your overly confident smile falls and even with the mask he was wearing you were sure a grin was plastered on his own face. Your hand is still on the doorknob, you can’t look away, your eyes wide and you try to stumble inside but you are too shocked, he played you too well and got the drop on you.

You don’t move fast enough, you are already in motion however and with how fast he is moving, he can’t slow down. His hand grabs your bicep hard and he pushes as you are mid step and he forces you inside easily. The door is kicked closed behind him hard as he stays on you, hand locked onto your arm and you lose your balance. He sees what is happening and pushes. You fall and fall hard.

You hit the ground and he is on top of you so quickly.

You are pinned beneath him. He finally caught you. The way you had hit the ground hurt and the way he is holding you hurts even more, so unrelenting, the impact has knocked the breath out of you and one of his hands finds its home on your throat. He is seated on your lower back, knees on either side of your prone body, straddling you as he leans down closer still.

You feel the knife then. You didn’t even hear him unsheath it.

The edge of the blade moves some of your hair aside, it drags lightly over the sensitive skin and then you are feeling the cool plastic of the mask brush over the back of your neck in a way that makes you shudder. He is so close he can smell the sweetness of the vanilla that always clings to you. He can do so much with you so helpless.

“I’ve got such a good present for you.” The low tone of voice made you inhale sharply.

The chase you’d just been on had gotten you a little too excited. Him on top of you, knife tracing invisible patterns on your back, the danger, all of it made you clench around nothing.

You let out a questioning hum and you get no verbal response for once. The tip of the knife hooks in the collar of your shirt and it swipes down quickly, cutting your shirt open and his hands move fast, exposing more skin to him. You tense from the sudden movement and the knife nicking your skin, a quiet sound of pain that has him cooing out, “Awe that’s nothing compared to what I am about to do.”

You wonder what he means until the knife touches down on the newly exposed skin making you jolt below him. “What are you going to do?”

“Give you something that you can always have with you. Something permanent.” He says it in a way that is sickenly sweet for something so threatening. You can’t help it, you are excited, palms sweaty, your hands are flat on the hardwood floor below and slide so easily across the cool surface but he sees you. He holds the knife tighter to your skin, the blade is nearly biting into soft flesh and he tsk’s, “Don’t do something stupid pumpkin, okay? We both know you’re going to let me do what I want.”

You stop all movement except for a small and shaky nod. “Good girl. If you didn’t listen I might have to reconsider this present.”

A hard swallow as you ask, “And what made you decide to grace me with a gift?”

“Oh don’t you know? It’s a very special occasion sweetheart.” He said it like it was obvious and your mind searched, wondering why this day held significance. He was tapping the knife on your back, it reminds you of the ticking of a clock and each light slap of the blade makes heat flare between your legs. His hand that wasn't holding the knife smoothes down your back, the cool leather of his gloves always feels so good.

His fingers were teasing under the torn edges of your shirt. His fingers split the shirt further, deepening the gash as he goes and he says, "S' okay, I'll forgive it slipping your mind and tell you. It's our six month anniversary."

Oh shit.

He's right. You met last Halloween. A truly unforgettable night, one of your favourites and now it's May 1st, six months since last Halloween and six months till next.

"Awe you remembered. You really do care." You said it with a small smile as you teased him and he sighed out, "More than you know."

One strong hand on your still shirt covered shoulder as his other hand begins its work. The knife drives home, breaks the skin and it steals your breath anew from the sharp pain that shocks your system. You feel him shift on top of you slightly like he was adjusting, you were sure he was hard right now and that keeps the low rolling boil of arousal fresh.

He seems so focused as he works. A few precise cuts, you feel the blood leaking, running down your back slowly. It hurts, you bite your bottom lip but a few sharp breaths and whimpers still escape and he hums out, “I know, I know it hurts but trust me, it’s so worth it.”

The curiosity is killing you, he is clearly doing something purposeful, not just hacking for the sake of it so you ask, “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Well I wanted to do something really special for you. Commemorate this occasion and give you something you could always have, something you can never accidentally forget and leave home, something that can’t be returned and is personal.”

He finishes up what he is doing, he pulls the knife back and he admires his work, his thumb swipes over the wound, spreading some of the spilled blood as he examines it. He is pausing on purpose. Drawing this out for dramatic effect.

“Show me your arms.” You are confused but do as he asks, flipping your arms so they are palm up and he leans forward, gloved hand closes around your wrist and holds on arm down, the stained red blade is in your line of vision now. He drags it lightly up your forearm, pulling up your sleeve as it goes until it comes to the crook of your elbow and he says, “You are going to have to hold really still or I might slip up and make a mistake. Don’t wanna cut you too deep.”

Your breathing is coming out in short pants, face screws up in pain as he cuts again and then what he is doing hits you all at once. You have a series of freckles on your body that mirror star constellations and he is connecting the dots. Marking you permanently, almost tattooing you but instead of ink the lines are being carved by him and when they heal the scars will connect them together, a display of a sick sort of romantic violence and ownership. A perfect representation of your relationship.

It made your heart and cunt ache in equal measure.

You loved what you had but part of you wished for more.

He hadn’t stopped. Was cutting you so carefully. The tip of the blade makes sure to drag as steadily as possible as it dragged through your flesh, splitting it open, exposing more of you, inside of you, so vulnerable.

It hurts but you love it. You sniff, from emotion? From pain? Perhaps both.

“You’re doing amazing for me.” He praised and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. The second gift now complete he says, “There.”

You take in the sight of your arm, the blood running down your arm and spreading slowly over the floor, the staining of your sleeve. The only light in here was spilling in from the glass on your front door and it wasn’t that effective, you couldn’t see his present in full yet but you knew you loved it.

He is off of you and his hand grips your shirt and tugs, “Roll over.” You comply, you lay on your back for him and wince at the pressure placed on the wound on your shoulder. You look up at him, at that white mask still so clear, cutting through the darkness of the hallway, fixed on you.

Gloved hand came down and cradled your cheek, it felt warm and wet, his thumb swipes over your skin, spreading more of your blood. “You know they say good things come in threes.”

You know that tone. He is thinking about something. “Yeah?”

He hums softly. “Do you want me to give you a third constellation? One totally done by me, somewhere much more private of course, just for you and me.”

You aren’t sure. The first two hurt a lot, you were bleeding so much already. At least the first two had a strict rubric to follow but him doing it on his own? Could you trust him? You almost wished you were in a different situation and you fully could, that things could be more normal between you but another part of you doesn’t want that at all.

“I don’t know-” You start and he presses, “What? Don’t think I can free hand it? Don’t you trust me?” He asked and the tilt of his head and his tone convinced you.

Mouth moves before you fully think, too high on the situation, on the danger of it, on him and you are saying, “Yes.”

His hands start to move, he encourages you and your shoes are kicked off, bottoms removed and your shirt pushed up. He doesn’t rush. His hands linger, stroke in an affectionate fashion, something akin to reverence and tenderness while one hand is still gripping the blade, the ditochmy gets to you again.

His fingers are so sure as he moves the edge of your panties down, he touches you softly with the knife, “Here.”

On your hip. Definitely a place just for you both to admire it. You nod and he cuts you again. It hurts the most. Your head falls back against the hardwood and he watches you. The way you squirm. Bloody and half dressed. Hair partially fanned out around your head, eyes half lidded behind the rounded glasses perched on your nose, his hand was holding down your opposite hip as he worked but he wanted to trace that scar near your lip, the one that you got before you met him. Scars looked so good on you, could anyone blame him for wanting to put more on you?

This one is quick, he was in the zone, working quick and sure and you feel his clothed erection pressing into your thigh, he rocks his hips once, grinding a little. He was clearly worked up from this, just as much as you were. Your heart is hammering in your chest, your panties are soaked and he is finally done.

He admires his work again and you ask, “What are you thinking?”

“That you are prettier than the night sky any day.” How fucking sweet is that, smile spreads on your face, chest rising and falling as you stare up at him.

His hand is still gripping the knife with his pointer finger and thumb when his other hand rips your panties down. The hand holding the knife is between your thighs, middle and ring finger teasing you. The smooth leather drags up through your folds, you feel how slick the buttery smooth material is from your blood and your legs tense at the pleasure that cuts through the slow burn of the pain. Two of his fingers slip over your clit, a firm swirl before moving back down and dipping inside. He curls his fingers just right and the handle of the knife bumps your clit and you moan, eyes falling closed, back arching as you gasp out, “Thank you.”

He sets a steady pace, fingering you as his gloved hand closes around your throat and he says, “You’re welcome pumpkin.”

#Danny Johnson X reader #DBD Ghostface X Reader #BHF writing #BHF commissions #Hope you all love!#Here is what I have been getting up to!#I got commed for this on Thursday and had this done by Saturday #A pretty good turn around if you ask me

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real-jaune-isms · 1 year

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Does... Luffy Have a Crush? Can That Happen?

[In the aftermath of Film Red, the Straw Hats are sailing onwards for new adventures. For the most part, their spirits are high, but there's a notable exception. Luffy's been sitting on top of the domed crow's nest for hours, clicking at a radio transponder the entire time trying to find a station that's still broadcasting music of the 'Diva Princess'. This is very annoying for Zoro's who's been trying to do his training in the gym just below. Finally he loses his patience and climbs up to see if his captain will knock it off.]

Zoro: The hell are you doing, Luffy?

Luffy: I wanna hear more of the music... the concert got ruined and I wanna hear what she would have been singing. All that later stuff was angry and evil music, but she wanted her voice to be for songs that make the world happy. That's the singing I like, cuz it's when she's happiest.

Zoro: *sigh* After all that chaos with the music demon, I get the feeling nobody's gonna want to broadcast her music for a while. But I'm sure one of the others here has bought her songs in a record or something, we can go ask for it and you can listen to that in the bunks.

Luffy: Yeah... I guess so.

Zoro: Heh... I know you've told us from the start how much you like musicians, but this is another level. We can always just ask Brook to play something if you need a fix...

Luffy: NO! I want to hear Uta! I haven't heard her voice in a long time, and I wanna hear her sing again.

Zoro: Right, y'knew her since you were kids. Still blows my mind that you and the world's biggest idol were close like that when you were younger.

Luffy: Yeah... Shishishi!~ She got way bigger, I was sure surprised!

Zoro: Uh huh... probably because you were kids then and she's a grown woman now? I'm sure she was surprised by who you grew up into too. Tsk... maybe she had a little crush back in the day and now it's fully swooning seeing you as a man?~

*It's absolutely a joking tease, but the deer in the headlights look on Luffy's face makes him stop laughing quickly*

Luffy: That sounds like something the old lady snake talked about when I was training with Rayleigh, and Hancock would come see me... What's it mean to have a crush? I felt happier seeing Uta that I did meeting up with other friends I hadn't seen in a while, so maybe I have a crush?

Zoro: Oh my god... this can't actually be happening right now, dammit. Well, um... does it hurt that you had to say goodbye to her so soon, and you miss her a lot even though you know she's safe with her old man?

Luffy: Yeah, my chest feels tight and I wanna hear her say bye to me again, or anything else she'd wanna say.

Zoro: Oh hell I'm really gonna have to keep explaining this to him... How the hell am I supposed to describe this, I'm not the cheesy cook...

*Suddenly he envisions blue eyes giving him a playful look and hearing a gentle 'fuhuhu~', and the samurai smiles to himself*

Zoro: If you could see her again, would you want to do anything different from how the two of you hung out before?

Luffy: Yeah, probably... I don't think I could get mad if she won another eating contest like the kind we usually play. I don't know if I'd care about losing, cuz she's so happy when she wins.

Zoro: Would you give her a hug? Tell her how happy she makes you, and how much you care about her being happy?

Luffy: I would, yeah!

Zoro: And... would you want to kiss her?

Luffy: Like you do with-

Zoro: Not the point! Is it something you feel like you want to do with Uta?

Luffy: *tries to imagine being close to Uta's face and then closing the gap and feeling her lips on his. He assumes they'll taste like chicken cuz of all their eating contests, but also like strawberries~* ...I want to.

Zoro: Then that's a crush. And I think it may turn into you loving her if you're not careful~

Luffy: I love a lotta things, why would I have to be careful about it with her?

Zoro: It's a different kind of love, the love where you wanna do those exact things and probably some others. But don't worry about it right now, let's just go down to check with the rest of the crew. We still gotta find you a record of your girlfriend singing~

Luffy: *sits where he is for another minute just smiling at the sky* Shishishi... I love Uta~

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #Uta #one piece uta #luffy x uta #roronoa zoro #just a sprinkling of #zorobin #because I can't help myself #one piece shipping #the months since film red have warped my feelings on their dynamic #yes this is a version where uta lived #one piece film red

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asm5129 · 1 year

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Flash Thoughts⚡

A New World Part 2: The Blues

So, definitely a weaker episode tonight, mainly because of how much it relied on emotional connections with Mark and, well, that was never very well executed. Mark was always an average character at even his best moments.

In particular i felt very strange about the episode acting like Khione and Mark had some deep bond, cuz like...no? He spent their entire time together trying to "find" Frost inside her. He even had several moments of actively resenting her.

So i got no idea what that was about. i mean, the least they could have done was have a line about how despite their issues, Khione felt connected to him through his love of her sister, and that being so new to the world the interest he showed in her--even if it was mainly because of Frost--meant something to her.

However, despite the stuff with mark being quite weak, there was a lot of great stuff tonight as well.

The Negative Speed Force continues to be an extremely threatening presence and a great final antagonist (the moment of "as long as i have this crystal right here i'm in control" aside, that was just dumb)

Khione being a literal Goddess is...well. It's something all right. I'll be honest I'm a bit concerned about Speed Force Nora's whole "Human emotions can weigh us down" speech...Well let me put it this way. We are being primed not to accept everything we see because the NSF is actively manipulating everyone, and that speech seemed like a Big Ol' Red Flag to me.

I appreciated Iris' little story in this episode. And i don't just mean the pregnancy, i mean reflecting on the OG Nora West-Allen coming from a timeline where Barry vanished, and letting that Flash Vanishes in Crisis headline still have an emotional impact on her even though Barry survived. It would have been easy to never bring it up again after Crisis, and I'm glad they did, to showcase that something that hung over your head for that long is never going to stop having some form of impact on the life you are living.

In fact i'd say that outside of the Mark-heavy moments, the majority of the emotional beats hit quite well this episode.

But I'm definitely way, way more excited for next week, because Eddie Thawne is back and seems like he really resents everyone for moving on--especially considering that his sacrifice didn't end up actually killing Thanwe (due to his paradoxical nature) and thus he likely feels even his death meant nothing--so that's gonna be really fascinating to explore.

#the flash season 9 #flash thoughts #flash spoilers #khione #iris west #Barry Allen #eobard thawne #eddie thawne #cobalt blue #the flash cw #the flash #pregnancy #nora west allen #speed force

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bcbdrums · 2 years

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Heat

A/N: (If you don't want my personal life details you can skip this and go straight to the fic.) Life has been crazy ever since my birthday, and it's only getting crazier. Weird health issues, NEW JOB, going on a year now without WIFI... Life is strange. But still good.

Anyway, trying to get the OTP back into my brain and if you know me, you know of course it's gonna be something small and fluffy for @split-n-splice, just because.

Gonna call this one an M-rating for some very deliberate implications.

Read on: FFn AO3

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It was the heat that woke him.

Drakken rolled over to put his back to the window, as he did every morning, and mentally cursed his stupidity at having a high window carved out in the lair that couldn't be easily covered. Of course, he denied its bothering him each morning to Shego when he inevitably crept nearer and nearer to her, forcing her toward the edge of the mattress as the sun encroached on their cozy sleeping space. She loved to tease him about it, and he resolutely made excuses each time, even though they both knew the truth of it.

A few days prior they had been so tired from their latest caper, that when the sun began forcing him onto her side of the bed she hadn't protested even when he'd been pressed up against her, the heat a strange mix of unpleasantness and comfort in their exhaustion-induced brain fog. They had lain together in their self-made sauna until there was no more room in the bed to escape the blazing rays, but rather than start the day, they had luxuriated in a bath until the weariness from the prior day's events had waned. And then they'd made other use of the bath.

Sometimes, Shego often reminded him, part of being evil was taking a day off.

That morning however, his mind was alert and there was no confused enjoyment of the warmth. As he felt the sun at his back he hesitated in scooting toward Shego's side of the bed, knowing that would herald the complaints. His annoyance at his sleep being interrupted had his mind spinning over possible solutions to the problem that never went anywhere, such as having the henchmen install curtains.

"And then you'll complain there's no light and it's claustrophobic," Shego told him the last time he brought it up.

He continued the imaginary conversation in his head, the urge to move growing stronger as he felt his back beginning to burn through his tank top even before the sweating could begin, so hot was the summer sun. But then his attention was arrested as a familiar but unexpected sound reached his ears.

He opened his eyes to find Shego sitting up in the bed, the blankets on her side tossed back, and a brush being run through her raven hair. Her face was turned away from the light, and the dawn's rays shone brightly on the silky locks, revealing just how thick her hair was with each pass of the brush. Drakken was transfixed as every now and then an iridescent green glimmer could be seen fleetingly from where they were hidden among the jet-black tresses, illuminated by the blazing of the sun.

Gradually his gaze drifted from Shego's hair to her face, her eyes closed against the early morning light, and then down to how his old AC/DC t-shirt she wore. It was too large on her of course, but somehow the way the baggy shirt hung off her curves and barely covered the tops of her thighs only made her look sexier.

As he gazed at the woman that had chosen him, he felt a different kind of warmth begin competing with the torturous blaze at his back. When he did scoot closer to her, the effort not removing him from the sun as she was blocking him, he set a hand on her knee and she opened her eyes and turned to look at him.

"Why are you brushing your hair now?" he asked.

"Uh, cuz it's a rat's nest, doy," was her reply. "Unless you forgot, we took the day off yesterday and I wasn't exactly focused on how my hair looked."

Drakken thought back over their rather single-minded activities throughout the day prior. He remembered how in one moment of ecstasy, Shego had tossed her hair back and it had still fallen over her shoulders, sticking to the sweaty skin of her forehead, arms, and chest as they...reveled in their recent victory. He'd not noticed her hair becoming tangled, but only how it enhanced her natural beauty.

"It looked beautiful," he said languidly, idly caressing the soft-skin of her thigh.

She blinked at him in surprise until her expression softened.

"Yeah, well... The longer I leave it like this, the harder it'll be to brush later."

Drakken heard her, but his hand had begun wandering. He hadn't had any other intentions when his fingers slipped beneath the hem of the large t-shirt she wore, but discovering there was nothing beneath it sent his mind back to the events of the day prior, and forward to potential activities for that day.

"Shego, when you finish, what do you say to a trip to our lair in Alaska?"

When he looked back up at her face, he grinned as she seemed to be trying to ignore the now-deliberate actions of his fingers on her soft, sensitive flesh as she continued running the brush through her hair.

"Why?" she said, her breath hitching slightly.

"Because I need another day off... But away from this heat," he said pointedly.

Shego looked thoughtful, her smirk growing as she flinched when his feather-light touch beneath her shirt became ticklish.

"It's a date," she said, leaning down to place a quick peck on his lips before flipping her hair over her other shoulder to work on it from a new angle. She flinched again when Drakken's gentle caress turned into a very deliberate grope, and he smirked devilishly at the reaction it drew from her.

"Besides..." he continued, finally sitting up and tossing the blankets away in one swift, desperate move as he scooted out of the scorching rays of the sun and into the small patch of shaded relief on her side of the bed. He took a moment to catch his breath, setting his forearms on his bent knees as he tried to get air flowing over every part of his skin.

"Hmm?" Shego said, raising her brow. Drakken's gaze followed the flowing lengths of her hair and again remembered what it had looked like the day before, cascading over her bare shoulders like a waterfall as they made waves together.

He smirked at her. "We'll be making plenty of our own heat."

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wrathbackup · 5 months

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Today I woke up.

Out of boredom, I wanted to try something new.

I jumped.

I didn't think it would happen seriously.

But I went to sleep that night and woke up the next day. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary either; just a few weird things here and there.

My mom told me to clean my brother's room as he was finally returning home after a good 3 years of being away.

I assumed she was still hung up on the past cuz no way he was coming back.

But it wasn't the case and I was wrong.

Apparently after his motorcycle speeding stunt. He wanted to take a trip abroad to reflect on himself and do voluntary service work; it's been 3 years since then. And dad was more than willing to let him fix himself up.

I was supposed to know that.

But the issue is.

I didn't know that he took a trip abroad.

From what I remember, he died on the spot.

He hasn't existed in my life since then.

I remember mom putting his ashes next to my grandparents.

I remember attending the funeral service.

I wasn't particularly close to him. But my dad was upset that he lost his eldest son.

And mom was crying her eyes out.

I was supposed to be taking finals that day.

But I ended up missing the very test that would make or break my grade.

And when I took that test after all that happened on a make-up day.

There was no sympathy from teachers whatsoever.

I failed.

I lost a family member and I got held back a year.

I thought I could get back to normal as soon as I got my footing back on track.

But I had no motivation to do anything.

I resented my teachers.

I resented my parents for holding me back on an important day.

And I resented my brother for being a suicidal idiot.

Mom signed me up for cram school and tutoring but all I got was judgment from my peers.

There were rumors spreading about me.

Rumors that I was involved in crime, illegal skirmishes and that my brother was part of a gang.

It wasn't even true.

He had delinquent friends but they were never gang members or whatever that bullshit is.

All I remember was drinking a glass of water to test some silly thing I heard about on the internet cause I had way too much time on my hands.

But he returned home that night.

And to my surprise apparently everything I knew about our relationship was wrong.

I studied every nook and cranny of the damn house.

The ashes weren’t even his. It was our old cat next to our grandparents' urns.

We never had pets though...

Apparently I've been messaging my brother ever since he left. I was in more confusion as I went through our message history. We were supposed to be friendly I guess.

There were albums in my dresser of our childhood photos. I remember having this album, but some of these photos were straight up not real. I swear they never happened.

I had no memories of them.

Everything I knew about my life seemed to be completely rewritten.

My awareness of the reality I had was suddenly mixed in with this new one.

This felt like some sick TV show prank.

And all of this happened because of some water? Is that right?

My brother greeted us warmly with hugs. It was so weird. He gave me a huge pat on the head and messed with my hair.

He said he was glad to be back; he had a bunch of photos to show us. Souvenirs and some notes relating to Dad's research.

I avoided him for the rest of the waking hours.

Pondering when I should find my way out.

Well, spoiler.

I stayed there for 5 months at most. And left after an incident where he drank too much beer at a family gathering.

He came into my room with a bat accusing me of being a body snatcher.

I thought I was good at playing along this entire time. I studied all the memories I had available!

I know he was drunk but somewhere deep down he knew I was an imposter.

That wasn't going to fly for the rest of the year. It creeped me out whether or not he was in the right senses.

I jumped again.

And this time I just wanted a life of solitude where everyone left me alone.

But what I got this time were estranged parents. Trust issues.

A distant brother who bullied me in childhood.

A house cat that was still alive but unfriendly.

While I enjoyed my solitude for quite a while. I was getting bored.

And for some reason I still feel a huge sense of guilt just being around too long.

I am me. But I am an imposter no matter where I go.

I was thinking of jumping a third time.

If this continues I might have to become an aimless wanderer.

That isn't too bad I guess.

When I awoke again in the next life.

I was reveling in new information.

I lived in a bigger house and we had a house cat that was friendly.

My grandparents were still alive and well.

I had a brother who was distant but there seemed to be no animosity between us.

A friend who was a crossdresser...or something like that? Oh! And I attended a private academy...! My family in this universe seems pretty rich.

I was mapping out all this information, quickly recording everything I remember including the stuff I was currently receiving on the spot, in my notebook.

But-

Dad called me while I was scribbling all this stuff down on the way to school.

He told me that my brain waves weren't normal and were behaving weirdly. The activity was irregular.

He said he dispatched some people who were gonna come get me.

I began to fear that my plan to be an aimless wanderer, might come to end. I got dragged away in a van, kidnapped right off the streets right then and there.

I screwed up.

I should've stayed where I was.

A life of solitude and loneliness was better than being monitored 24/7 by some manic science researcher.

who also happened to be my dad.

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Cheater? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fake cheating, cursing, angst, fluff, crack

Summary: PRANK WARS!! After coming to the conclusion that his own girlfriend pulls better pranks than him and has been one up-ing a lot recently, Katsuki decided to break their unspoken rule and pull a cheating prank

A/N: I recommend reading this fic as a continuation of this fic. It’s about Y/N’s revenge.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“I don’t know who the fuck is listening right now, but I, Katsuki fucking Bakugou, am begging whatever heavenly body, god, spiritual being, whatever the fuck it could be, to ensure that my girlfriend does not leave my dumbass for pulling this prank. Thank you, bless.”

Bakugou kept his eyes shut with his palms pressed together in a praying motion for the longest time while he spoke to something to protect his relationship. When he was done, he took a breather and got up from the shared bed. He took out the camera and set it up behind Y/N’s makeup stuff to hide it and began to put his prank into action.

A few hours ago he had Kirishima pretend to be a girl and had his best friend flirt with him through text. This went on for some time to make sure that if you were to scroll through his conversation, you’d find a lot of messages. At the end of the texts, Bakugou had Kirishima find a random pic online of some random girl’s ass and had the red head sent it. Bakugou answered it with a very flirtatious text, which had Kirishima send a very cutesy, appreciated reply in a very girly matter, which ended the conversation. Bakugou changed his friend’s name to some random name, Kiyoko, and finished the job. Yes, the two friends were very uncomfortable doing this whole thing.

With the camera now recording, all Bakugou needed to begin his prank was his prized possession. You.

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Bakugou and you were cuddling on the king sized bed. You both were just talking about whatever while Katsuki remained on his phone. You didn’t see it yet, but Katsuki was “texting” his friend. In reality, he was just waiting for you to look up at his screen to notice the scandalous texts he and this “Kiyoko” were having.

“Baby?” You asked while looking at your pretty acrylics.

“Yes baby?” Bakugou said while still looking at his phone. He had his arm wrapped around you while you layed on him with your cheek on his chest.

“Ion know...I love you baby,” you said in the cutest voice. Bakugou could only make a face of extreme awe to appreciate his precious girlfriend.

“I love you too Teddy Bear,” he said. You lifted your head to smile at him but you took notice of how he was still staring at his phone.

You pouted before smirking and climbing up to come face to face with him. You got in between him and his phone and grabbed his face with both hands. He smiled at you before you leaned down to peck his lips multiple times. Once you were done you tucked your head under his chin and looked to the side, just enjoying the moment. He kissed the crown of your head before going back to “texting.”

At the sound of him pressing random things on the keyboard, your pout returned. “Baby~ Pay attention to me!!” You whined.

You removed your head out from under his chin and layed your head next to his. You looked at his phone and saw a ‘thank you’ with a kissy face emoji from a “Kiyoko” before Katsuki switched the screen to some random game. “Who’s Kiyoko?”

“Hm?” Katsuki asked, pretending to be oblivious.

“Who’s Kiyoko? You were just on a text chat with her, why is she sending you a kissy face?” You asked with a little more attitude. You tried to take the phone out of his hand but he pulled it away.

“She’s just a friend, babe.” Bakugou said.

“Okay, well if she’s just a friend then why can’t I see?” You questioned.

“Because there’s nothing to see.”

“She sent you a kissy face. That’s something I’d like to see.” You said while easily taking his phone out of his hand.

“Babe, no.” He said and took the phone back. “Shes just a friend.” You took the phone back and he tried to grab it again before you held the phone away at a distance to make sure he couldn’t grab it. “Babe. Noo, stooppp.”

“If she’s just a friend then why’re you trying to hide it?” You asked with the phone still far away and him attempting to reach for it.

“Cuz we’re about to go out and-“

“What the fuck?!” You said as you looked to the texts. You froze in your position as you brought the phone closed and scrolled through the texts, stumbling upon the picture. Bakugou tried to take the phone away from you but failed (on purpose.)

“She just wanted an opinion,” he tried explaining.

“An opinion?!” You asked while sitting up and pushing him off of you. “She sent you a booty pic with you complimenting her and shit. And you’re over here calling her babe!”

“It’s not like that-“

“Then what the fuck is it like Katsuki?!” You asked. You went back to the text and reread some of the messages out loud. “‘Bet you enjoyed it when I wrecked you last night, Relax Princess Y/N’s never gonna find out, I love you Kiyoko-‘ Are you fucking serious?!” You said with a cracked voice as you looked at him.

He put on a small smile for the act but on the inside it hurt him to see you like this, but the prank would prevail. “Baby, calm down.”

“I’m not gonna calm down Katsuki, you’re cheating on me!” You continued to go on and on about how pissed you were and Katsuki was struggling to hold back his laughs. He eventually got up to run to the downstairs bathroom so he could let out his chuckles. “Where the fuck are you going?! We’re not done with this conversation!”

Bakugou said nothing as he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He bursted out in laughter as he crouched over due to all the excitement. He looked in the mirror and ruffled his hair a bit as he remembered the way you looked. The sad you would’ve made his heart ached but the angry you just made him laugh and kind of turned him on in a way.

After getting all his giggles out, he calmed down and got back into character. He opened the door to the bathroom only to see you walking down the stairs with your jacket and shoes on, carrying a small bag. “Baby?”

At the sound of his voice you only looked his way with a mean glare as you continued your walk to the front door. Bakugou ran to you as fast as he could as worry spilled through his body. “Baby, stop. Where are you going?”

“Get the fuck away from me. I’m done, we’re done. I’m going.” You said with a cold voice. Bakugou ran in front of you and held onto your arms as he pushed you back further into the house but you fought against his hold.

“Y/N, stop. It was just a prank.” Bakugou whined.

“Like I fucking believe that.” You said while trying to pry his hands off of you. Bakugou whimpered as he grew worried and felt himself getting choked up. He could feel the tears approaching but held them back. He could still save himself.

“Baby please. Come back upstairs, I’ll show you the camera!” He begged but you finally got his hands off of you as you ran to the door. You ran out the door and Bakugou grew frantic as he ran to the room to get the camera. When he came back down and ran out to the front to show you, you had already backed out of the driveway and were driving down the street. “Y/N!”

Bakugou ran back upstairs and into the bedroom to find his phone on the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He was quick to find your number and call you but you declined it. He called again a few more times and like before, you declined them. He called you so much that eventually, you stopped declining them and just began to straight up ignore them. This led to Bakugou leaving voicemails.

“Baby? Please pick up it was just a prank.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I swear it was a prank! Please come back home!”

“Please come back Y/N! It was just a joke, none of it was real! Please answer me.”

“Baby, please come back. I love you.”

When he realized you weren’t going to answer, he opened up the messages with Kirishima and changed his name back before calling him.

“Hello?”

“Kirishima!” Bakugou said and his friend could practically hear the tears. “Prank went wrong! Went so wrong! Y/N fucking left! She didn’t even give me a chance to explain!”

Bakugou began hyperventilating as he tugged at his hair and looked around. He didn’t even focus on what Kirishima was saying as he looked around the once shared bedroom. He went through the closet and saw some of your clothes and shoes missing. Some of your makeup was off the vanity and when Bakugou looked to the nightstand to see the smashed picture frame that held the image of you both on your third year anniversary, he began sobbing.

“Please! Just fucking call her to explain! That’s all!”

“Alright, I’ll do it. Don’t worry, okay?” His friend replied to which Bakugou only hung up. He had every right to worry. His dumbass was about to lose you. Bakugou sat back down on the bed as he cried into his hands some more. He looked at himself in the large mirror hanging on the wall before scrunching his face and screaming.

“FUCK!” He shouted and threw something at the wall. He didn’t know what he grabbed, he just knew it broke. Bakugou flopped onto the large bed and cried some more as he waited for something, anything, to happen. But that night, nothing did.

—

3 days had passed and for 3 days Bakugou had constantly been calling you, your friends, your family, anybody he could do that he could reach you. He had constantly been crying and regretting pulling that stupid, stupid prank. It wasn’t worth losing you.

For the past few days, Kirishima had been checking up on Katsuki. He had been coming over a few times a day by using the hidden house key you both left under a rock on at the house entrance. On the third day, Bakugou told him to stop coming by and that he wanted to be by himself.

—

Bakugou had been hallowing in sadness on the bed until he heard the door open. He sighed again and walked to this bedroom door. On his way there he took notice of his appearance in the mirror and even though he was in the dark, he still saw his red, puffy eyes and tired face. He finally opened the door and walked to the living room so he could ward off his pesky friend.

“Shitty Hair, I told you that I didn’t wa-“ his eyes popped open at the sight he saw in the living room. He froze on the spot but felt immediate relief. “Y/N!”

“...Hi Katsuki,” you said in a soft voice. Bakugou smiled and instantly ran to you to pull you in for a tight hug. He squeezed you tight and grew joyous when he felt you softly hug him back.

“I missed you so much! I’m so fucking sorry, it was just a prank I swe-“

“Katsuki! I know, okay? Kirishima told Mina and she told me everything.” You explained and pushed him off slightly so you could face him. He nodded in understanding and you took note of his red eyes and nose. You sighed before speaking. “This is why we don’t pull pranks like this Katsuki!”

He sadly chuckled at you reprimanding him but nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah...I’m so sorry, Baby.”

“You should be! I almost actually left you!” You said with a little pout. Bakugou sadly laughed with relieved tears in his eyes as he held you.

“I know. I swear I won’t do anything like this again.” He promised.

“You better not.” You said, squished against his chest. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before you dragged him to the couch. You and Bakugou spent the rest of the day making up and cuddling. Everything felt so right again and Bakugou definitely learned his lesson.

A/N: not spell checked, sorry! Ummm…THIS KINDA SUCKED😭🤣

Tag list : @sxcker4you @aomi04 @tessabrown101 @ebiharachan @is-this-ash @iris-shihabi @sxturn-stars @isolight

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animesllut666 · 3 years

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The day we met, it was raining. (short)

Characters: Rin x GN Reader

Anime: Blue exorcist

Warnings: cursing, not proof read.

Genre: Fluff

A/N: It's been raining a lot... And I thought of this scenario.

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"Shit," Rin mumbled feeling the first drop of water on his arm, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Walking along the streets that were by the church, his head hung low. Walking away from the scene of a exorcism, bewildered looks from civilians that saw a lanky blue haired kid soaking wet.

Lifting his head up towards the very dark sky, phone ringing, "Hello?" He answered the phone, being greeted by automatic scolding, "Yeah.. I'm just walking back from.. YOU WANT ME TO WAIT IN THE RAIN?!" He hollered back, earning glances of annoyance and judgement from people passing by him.

"Keep your voice down," A middle aged women scolded, pointing towards her sleeping baby in the stroller. "Youre outside," Rin fired back, hanging up the phone and deciding to wait in the rain.

"I can't believe, I forgot my umbrella, even watched the news for the weather today. Hopefully, I don't get sick."

Sitting on a nearby bench, the squish sound of his semi-dry pants hitting the wet wood made him cringe internally. Watching the passing cars and buses, smirking watching a family of four rushing through the rain. All laughing, though the parents were noticably slightly worried about the older children getting sick.

"Hey, come on man! " An older boy hollered, splashing into the puddle by the road, his friends laughing and mocking him before pulling him back in. "Come on man, get under the umbrella," One spoke, slightly tugging him by his sleeve, "Yeah, you're mom is going to kill you for getting those shoes dirty."

Rin felt something in his chest as he observed everyone around him. Longing? Envy? Jealousy? He wasn't sure, but it stung watching others at times enjoy this world.

The rain seemed to pour down even harder at his mood, his hair now matted to his forehead and his clothes fully drenched. Leaning his head back to rest it on the bench, feeling the harsh taps of the rain.

Before, suddenly there was nothing, no water falling from a height that it should hurt you or even bruise. Opening one eye just a crack, he was met with a blue sky and stray clouds. Opening his both eyes fully, he tilted his head confused, cuz it looked like a blue sky with stray clouds but it seemed off.

"Here take it," A voice spoke from the side, his eyes and braining finally making sense of it all. The "blue sky and clouds" was someone umbrella, they were holding it over him, a kind but shy smile gracing their features. "Oh um.. thanks, but I'm find, you need it."

"It's okay, I got a jacket and a back up umbrella."

"Oh.. well um.. thank you?" Rin wasn't really sure how too feel, not many people came up too him or treated him fairly at times. This happening, was indeed a bit of a shock to his system, and they could sense something was up. "Do you mind if I sit and wait with you?"

"It's kind of wet on the bench," Rin mumbled, before watching them take a bag out of there purse and lay it out on the bench. "It's fine, it isn't my first time waiting in the rain for the bus."

And for the next 30 minutes, they sat and talked, finding they had things in common and shared the same views of topics. Rin was enjoying this time, his mind now having forgotten the ill feelings towards life. He was talking about a new recipe he saw on the internet, when a large SUV pulled up in front of them, the window rolling down and voice similar to his own told him to get in.

"Ugh, thanks for the umbrella, here ya g-"

"Keep it, in case you forget again," You told him, smiling lightly at him as his cheeks burned a light pink. "Um.. this might be a bit forward, but could I ask for your number? You seem like a great guy, and I wouldnt want to regret this at all. "

He was already taking out his phone, and handing it over too you.

"Rin, you sho-" His brother spoke, before being cut off by a shush.

"Remember to bring that umbrella with you next time!" You shouted after giving each other phones back, and saying your farewells. Waving your hand towards him, as you walked back on the sidewalk.

"I thought you had to catch the bus!" He hollered, cupping his hands on the side of his mouth. "It was an excuse to talk to you!"

The rain stopped as the car started too move, the clouds opening up for the sun to finally peak through. A smile on both faces, as the day went by for you both.

The day you two met, it was raining.

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Call Me By My Name-Pietro Maximoff x Powers!Reader

(GIF credit to @dailymarvelposts)

Tags: @bloodorangemoonlight @amirahiddleston

Requested by @husherstan : ‘could you write a one w pietro maximoff? idk if you know about a trend on tik tok where a gf or bf call them partners by they first name. Reader and Pietro are enemies cuz them both are always trying to be the best of t team, reader calls him by others names and when she (or gn) calls by him real name he was like "why are you calling me like that? whats wrong with you? are you feeling bad today?" (and he likes her so fucking much, a simp)’

Characters: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Avengers team x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Character has the power of force fields, that both generate electricity and provide protection for them/others)

Warnings: Name calling, bullying, arguing, fluff

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“For the last time, watch where you’re going Speedy Gonzales!” I snapped as Pietro almost knocked me over again.

His form whizzed around the room once more before stopping in front of me.“Maybe try keeping up next time.”

I was startled by the force he left behind as he ran off again making a show of circling the entire training room multiple times, creating a small wave of air. I groaned loudly as I went back to jogging. He was such a show off, it infuriated me. We weren’t here to compete against each other, we were supposed to be a team; but when he waltzed around the place boasting about how fast he was, it was really hard not to step up to the plate.

Pietro was running faster than usual, trying to overlap me dozens of times, more than he would have done in a normal session. It got on my last nerve, making me stop, my powers already flowing through my arms. It would be hard to pinpoint him, so I charged up a huge ball of electricity, casting it out harshly. I just managed to catch him, laughing as he yelped out in surprise, being thrown high into the air before landing on the sparring mats. I saw him slowly get up, clearly I had caused some pain. My fun was soon ended as he ran towards me again, having to quickly put up a force field that would protect me. Pietro bounced off it, though I hadn’t put any charge in this one, so he only fell on his backside.

“Enough!” Wanda yelled out, though we still kept our guard up around each other.“Really (Y/N)? You can relax now.”

“I don’t trust him.” I replied.

She sighed.“Come on, Steve wants to talk about the mission.”

“Why? We debriefed three days ago.”

“Something to do with it being on the news.” she shrugged, walking away.

Pietro glanced back at me, looking me up and down before following his sister. However, he didn’t look at me with disgust or anything of the sort, it was almost as if he was checking me out. I tutted at myself, why on Earth would he ever look at me like that?

I wasn’t happy joining the meeting in my sweaty state.Everyone else was dressed and put together, but at least Pietro looked similar. The team was gathered around a table, looking to Steve who was stood at the front, his arms crossed over his chest. He had the look of disappointment on his face, which meant bad news for the rest of us...or whoever was in trouble. With no seats left, I copied Steve’s stance at the back of the room, rolling my eyes when Pietro stood beside me.

“Sorry to call you guys in on such short notice.” Steve started.“But I feel that we have to discuss something that’s starting to effect the team.”

He pulled up a screen showing the news. It had images and videos of our last mission. We were raiding an old factory on the edge of the city, finding a terrorist group hiding out there as they worked on their gadgets. News coverage showed the team fighting from a helicopter view, and we were all confused as to why Steve was showing us this.

“Fastest man alive,” Pietro repeated what the reporter said,“it has a nice ring to it.”

“I wouldn’t put that in your Tinder bio.” I quipped, causing a few chuckles.

Steve looked at me.“And this is why we’re here today.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.“What?”

“You and Pietro are always at each other’s throats. It’s...well frankly, it’s exhausting listening to you two arguing all the time. And it could seriously put someone in danger whilst on a mission, even you two.”

“He always starts it-”

Pietro held up a finger.“Hold on, you do too-”

“You’re just proving his point guys.” Natasha spoke over us.

“As I was saying,” Steve brought the attention back to him,“the media has also caught onto this. There’s multiple images of you two clearly arguing, or even getting in each others way during the mission. At one point, you’re both trying to save the same person, but almost miss that chance because you’re so invested in being better than the other!”

Steve was really mad, and from everyone else’s faces, they thought the same thing.

“So until all of this changes, you two are suspended from any missions.”

“What?!” we both exclaimed.

“And you may not approach any other team member for assistance with training.”

“Why are we both being punished?” I demanded to know.

“Oh, do not play the victim here Mrs Incredible!” Pietro snapped.

“Mrs Incredible is super stretchy, it’s the daughter who has the same powers as me, you idiot!”

“See? You’re further showing me that I made the right decision. I felt bad at first, but now I know that this is the right direction to go in.” Steve raised his voice.“You’re both dismissed.”

“Well, what are the rest of you doing?” Pietro dared to ask.

“We are going to go over all the planning we have done for upcoming missions. Everything has to change because of you two. Now please go.”

I held it together as I left the room, not wanting to appear like a toddler stomping away in a tantrum. It was impossible to get away from Pietro, what with him being ‘the fastest man alive’, but I was going to try. I didn’t need another argument right now, I was upset, needed to be alone. Apparently, I wasn’t going to get that.

“Leave me alone.” I warned Pietro as he followed me.

“I can’t believe this! They’ve kicked us off the team because you always have to say something-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And to think, they’re going to risk not having me on the team. I help them with everything, I’m a crucial part-”

“Pietro!” I shouted, spinning on my heel to face him.

His eyes widened at that, glancing down to my clenched up fists, little electric sparks running over them, before looking me in my teary eyes.

I sighed, relaxing my tense shoulders and hands before leaving. There was no point trying to explain. He wouldn’t understand. We would both get mad, probably fight, the team would have to break us up; I had no energy to do that. Slowly turning away, I was surprised by the silence that followed, Pietro didn’t even follow me.

I checked the time on the lock screen of my phone, seeing that an hour had passed since I fled from Pietro. It also made me realise how dark the room had become, the sun would set in a few minutes. But I didn’t bother turning on any lights, instead leaning back again on the chair. I was sat in an empty lobby, it was a small room, facing the floor to ceiling window that showed the landscape that surrounded the headquarters. Besides just sitting here, I should have distracted myself. Perhaps put on a film, relax after training, something to take my mind off of things. Instead, I decided to sit with my thoughts.

“H-hey.” I heard Pietro quietly say from the doorway.

Looking over my shoulder, I didn’t reply, facing the window again when he began walking towards me. He hesitantly turned on a lamp near us, sitting on the chair beside mine. Pietro also looked out of the window, clasping his hands together for a few seconds before fidgeting. I tried to ignore it, though after an hour of peace and nothingness, it became irritating quickly.

“Can you stop?” I blurted out.“Please?”

“Are you annoyed by everything I do?” he asked.

“Not...everything. I just...doesn’t matter, it’s not like you care anyway.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’m not falling for this Pietro.”

“Why are you saying my name?”

“What?”

“You never say my name. Actually, we never say each others names.”

“And why does that matter?”

“It just feels, it feels serious.”

“I mean, we’ve basically been kicked off the team, so yeah, it’s serious.”

“We’ve not been kicked off the team (Y/N).”

“We could be if we don’t get our act together.”

“It won’t go that far-”

“But it could! I can’t believe how calm you are about the whole thing.” I stood, distancing myself from him.“I’ve worked too hard for this. Imagine what would happen if word got out that I was disbanded from the Avengers because of a tiny argument, with a team member who is so narcissistic that he can’t put others before himself!”

I realised I had began ranting, stopping myself before I said anything else hurtful. But by the look of Pietro’s face, it was already too late.

“I...I’m sorry (Y/N).” he never broke eye contact.“And before you say anything, I mean it.”

“Pietro, I-”

“I can see how much this job means to you.”

“It’s my fault too. I always try to outdo you or challenge you.”

“No, don’t be humble.” he got out of his seat, standing in front of me.“It’s almost always my fault that we argue. And I hate myself for it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m usually very good with the ladies.” he grinned, though it disappeared when he realised it wasn’t time to joke.“But not around you apparently. It’s probably because you’re extremely strong and sure of yourself, and I go for a different type, the polar opposite to you.”

“Pietro, I...um...”

“I was really impressed by you when we first met. It made me nervous actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, all I can do is run really fast.”

“But, you’ve been on much more missions than I have. Doesn’t that say something?” I hung my head.

“Are you crazy? You’re not on those missions because they don’t need you.”

My head whipped up to see his smile drop.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant that those missions are for Avengers like me. The ones they can use over and over without worrying about them being too tired for the next one. What I’m trying to say is, you’re too important.”

“I never thought I would say this, but Pietro, you’re an important part of the team too. I always rose to your challenges because I felt I needed to prove something to the others. I was new, then I was accepted after all my relentless training, but when you and Wanda came along, I instantly became old news. And you didn’t even go through the rigorous regimes like I did, so I just assumed you were better than me.”

“It seems we were both wrong about each other. We were going through a lot of effort to outdo the other when we could have saved that energy for...well, anything else really.”

“Yeah. I suppose so.”

Pietro held his hand out.“Truce?”

I smiled up at him as I shook it.“Truce.”

A cheeky smirk appeared as he raised an eyebrow at me.“Let’s not tell the team about this just yet. I feel like there would be a lot of ‘I told you so’.”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

“And another thing.”

I noticed he was still holding my hand, though they were lowered now, and his grip wasn’t as firm.“Yes?”

“Can we start calling each other by our actual names?”

“I mean, I assumed we would anyway.”

“Oh, good. I just...”

“You just?”

“I just like the way it sounds when you say my name.”

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Tyrants | Chapter Four - Peril

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, drug use, Tig being Tig. The usual SOA shit. Sorry Donna..

She always saw the beauty in darkness. The lugubrious belle that came alongside the moon and stars and whatever else lurked amidst the murk of nighttime.

Isla was cliche in that sense.

She was cliche in the sense that she adored watching the sun set, swallowed by the mountains and high-rise buildings as the evening fell and Charming was painted black.

And maybe it was mostly melancholic because of the horrors that swathed that small town, but it was still beautiful nonetheless.

She still liked to bask in the scenery, to discern the marvel of her home, from the highest point she could access. And, sometimes, she liked to take somebody along with her so she wasn't completely alone.

"Why'd you still come up here?" Ope asked, pulling himself onto the roof as she sat with her back to the wall--puffing on a cigarette.

"Because it's quiet." She was content, comfortable with her response. "And whenever I'm looking for Jax, or Gem, or my dad--or they're looking for me--this is where we're almost always found. Just people watching, or reminiscing, or having a few minutes to ourselves away from the chaos downstairs."

It wasn't an unknown safe space--Gemma had told her that JT and Clay would climb up there during the earliest days of the club--but it was special.

Jax, Opie, and Isla spent time up there as kids, too. Because they were bastards and were always running from their fathers--and den mother--and the roof of the clubhouse was their go-to.

She never really got out of that habit. She'd spend hours up there if she could, just watching as Charming bustled beneath her. And she liked that it was separate to the garage, but everyone knew where to find her if they needed her.

"It clears your head, being up here." She added. "I have got so much shit going on right now--between work, and my personal life--but coming up here is like a refreshment, I guess."

Opie understood what she meant because he was also seeking comfort in the night. Riding through dusk, spending time alone on his bike as he cruised the streets of his quaint town, relishing in the darkness because it was strangely comforting to him.

He liked to be alone. His thoughts were brutal and they seared his brain left and fucking right, but he liked his own company.

"Wish I thought about comin' up here when I was released from holding." The man chuckled, balancing a cigarette between his lips. "Stahl grilled the fuck outta me."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She really fuckin' did." He added, grunting as smoke blew from his nostrils. "Did she get you? I know she got Gemma."

"Nope, she didn't. I don't know why, though. She interrogated everyone else. Starting to feel a little left out."

Opie chuckled, smiling a bit. "Be glad. It's obvious that she's used to getting what she wants."

"And did you give it to her?"

"Fuck no." Isla smiled. Proud. "She can cross-examine me all she fuckin' wants—I'll never sell the club out."

"They know that, Ope."

"I know." Half confidently, he nodded. "Just—Stahl made me second guess it all, y'know?"

Nobody in Charming--aside from the PD--knew where that despicable bitch came from, and nobody cared to ask.

What they did know, though, was that she had her heart set on making that town a living fucking hell as she strived to eradicate the Sons of Anarchy by getting to its members.

She'd grilled everyone she could've. She cornered Gemma when she was out running errands, leaving the grocery store with a sour taste in her mouth when Teller told her where to fucking shove it.

Same went for Jax, and Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and...Well, all of them told her to get fucked, actually.

None of them caved. None of them wanted to sell the club out because there was no reason to.

Well, there was a reason to, but no desire to.

There'd been murders. Three, to be specific. And one of them just happened to be a police officer--which was quite unlucky, but it wasn't awful.

They hated cops.

What they hated more, however, was the idea of getting caught by them. And Clay was. Somehow, anyway.

Piney's old "friend"--Nate Meineke--needed quality, albeit illegal, guns with no traceability to attack the convoy that was transporting one of his friends from point A to point B. And it went as swimmingly as possible...

Until June Stahl was put on the case and found that idiot's phone at the scene after dropping it mid-ambush.

Clay just happened to be the last person he had called. Which then caused the investigation to point toward Charming.

They all knew the Sons were guilty of supplying those weapons. Who else would it have been? They were known for running illegal firearms without batch numbers from a quaint Californian town whose name didn't quite fit its image.

It was blatant, though nobody gave it up.

But Stahl tried her damndest to get answers. And when she didn't, she targeted the member that she saw to be the most vulnerable--after a hit went wrong and he failed to cover his tracks--and Opie just happened to be that guy.

She questioned him for hours. She practically held the man captive in that little cell until he caved. But he didn't--and he wasn't going to, either.

He was loyal. That's one of the reasons why Jax wanted to patch him back in.

"Yeah, I know." Isla got to her feet when she heard Tig yelling for her downstairs. "But you're the strongest guy I know, Ope. I don't think Stahl, of all people, is gonna get to you."

He shrugged her off, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the gravelly ground of the roof.

Opie had changed. Not much, and it wasn't very apparent, but he'd changed. Chino had changed him, she thought.

He was still dedicated to his club, still in love with the reaper and the responsibility that came with the patch--but Opie Winston lacked that flicker of enthusiasm now.

"How does your dad feel about you being back at the table?"

"Said he's proud of me."

He was a man of very, very few words. But the tone that he took--the sheer relief twined into contentment--spoke a greater volume.

Piney would always support his son, feel a sense of gratification from his involvement in the club. And, of course, Ope felt grateful to be back--but it was different now.

He'd served time for his club. Donna consistently argued that they sold him out and that he was fucking stupid for running back into the arms of SAMCRO.

But it was his brotherhood. The Sons of Anarchy were his family--his lifeline. He was nothing if not blessed to be patched back in.

"And I guess that wife of yours isn't too happy about it?"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?"

"Well," she ignored that Tig was waiting for her, standing directly in front of him. "If she was genuinely thrilled about you being back here, she'd have been coming to Gemma's dinners, and spending more time at the clubhouse with us. But she isn't, and I'm starting to realize that she probably hates me now."

His head shook. "She doesn't hate you. It's just...It's just raw. Weird being back, I think."

"She didn't even have to leave. She knows that."

Donna did know that. But there was always something about Gemma. About the way she let things slide so often, how she felt that she had Clay so pussy whipped that he'd be at her every beck and call--but, really, that was redundant. Because Gemma let him get away with fucking murder.

Literally.

"Is she gonna be there tonight?

"Of course. She wouldn't miss Jax's son coming home." He got up, reaching for her hands. "Sorry that she's been so distant with you, Isla. But she's just been stressed out--money worries and the kids and stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Donna wasn't traditionally a worrier. But five years worth of finances, being a single mom, and fretting over her husband potentially not making it out of prison alive, just did that to a woman.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so." Grateful for her offering, though recognizing how damn stubborn his wife was, he conceded. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime. And if you change your mind, or need me, you know where I am--"

"Isla!"

"He is getting on my last fucking nerve today." She groaned, flipping Tig off as she looked over the ledge. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!"

"I've given you plenty of minutes! Just get your ass down here!"

"Just go," Ope chuckled, leaning down to peck her cheek. "We can have this talk another time."

Isla turned back to him, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go 'n talk to him--I'll see you tonight."

He was such a nice guy. So considerate, kind.

She loved him a lot.

The flouncy sundress rose to the middle of her thighs as she sauntered through the clubhouse, hearing Trager talking--rather conspicuously, though slightly muffled--to somebody on his cell.

"C'mon, Tiggy. Why'd you yell at me?"

He waved his hand to shut her up, gesturing for the blonde to follow him out of the clubhouse and toward his bike.

"Yeah, cool. K, brother--see 'ya later. Bye." He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, swiveling to face Isla with a smile. "You ready?"

"For what?"

"The party?" Tig told her, watching confusion sweep over her face. "I'm taking you over 'cuz you want a drink and don't wanna drive home after? And that you're probably gonna end up heading home with Juice, or something--"

"Juice?"

"It always happens," he shrugged, pointing at the helmet he set out for her at the back of his bike. "We all head out, you get too drunk, you take a liking to Juicy, and you try to ride his dick."

"What?" Isla got herself situated behind him as he got on first, her arms wound around his waist. "That was one time. I've only slept with him once, and I told you it'd never happen again."

"And why is that?"

Her cheeks flushed red, the engine revving sending vibrations through her entire frame.

"Because he was too gentle." Tig's foot collided with the kickstand.

"And the little Catholic girl likes it rough."

She felt the solid gold crucifix burning a hole into her chest.

"Yes. I like it rough." He groaned, leaning into her. She swatted at his chest over his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Just take me to see the baby, dickhead."

The bike sped out of the lot and Isla was loving the thrill of being on two wheels. She'd always liked being stuck to the back of somebody's Harley--but she'd never own one herself.

Isla was like Gemma. She felt stable enough riding with somebody, but riding alone--being in control of the motorcycle--was fucking terrifying.

Jax and Opie had encouraged her to take a ride at one point, but it didn't end very well, and Chibs spent the best part of two hours trying to stitch his daughter back up whilst Gemma castigated the two imbeciles who thought it was even reminiscent of a good idea.

Weaving through traffic gracefully, freely, was appealing to her, however. But she wouldn't be caught dead--alone--on a fucking bike.

Plus, she quite enjoyed being taken places. Escorted by a member of the club. It was safe.

The wind whirred and whipped around them, and she wished she didn't make the effort with her hair tonight. It was ruined, tousled to within an inch of its life, and she dreaded the thought of having to brush the knots out in Jax's bathroom.

Still, commuting via Harley was a hell of a lot quicker and had a few more benefits than commuting via car.

But the looks that they got were piercing. Horrible. Mainly from Hale stationed beside his squad car, watching as Isla and Tig raced down the freeway.

"He likes you." He spoke over the roaring engine when he hit the first stop light all night. "He hates that you've never given him a chance--"

"He's a cop, and I'm the outlaw's daughter. I've been raised to hate his kind."

Tig nodded his approval, setting off once again when the light switched to green and all opposing traffic stood still.

At one strange point in time, David Hale had his sights set on Isla Telford. He was in love with her. Completely besotted.

And she never gave him a second glance because, for one, she wasn't interested. He hated that she was so close to Jax and Opie, but not him, and he wished that she'd push herself away from the bad guys to grow closer to the heroic law-enforcer.

But he was a control freak above everything else, and Isla was just a free-spirit. She was loyal to her friends and family but she didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to become friendly with a fucking cop.

The only cop she liked was crooked. And Unser was in a similar spot to her--a little too affiliated with SAMCRO, but not completely doted on. Though, they were both strangely essential fixtures, and Clay would've been lost without them.

"Juice is here." Tig taunted as he helped her off the bike, holding her hand when she stumbled over herself a little. "Try to keep those panties on."

"Can't make any promises, Tiger." Her growl was seductive, though he knew that she was fucking with him.

She'd given up rebuking his claims, instead feeding into them because, with Trager, she couldn't seem to win. He was sleazy, and she loved that back and forth.

What she loved more, though, was that he was comfortable. He was a strange man, and nobody really understood just where he came from, but Isla liked that she could make jokes of any kind around him. He was easy to get along with. Easy to love.

And, man, did she love Alex Trager.

"If you do fuck him, though, would you make a video?"

Isla stepped into Jax's front room, turning on her heels. "Who said that we haven't already got one?"

She chuckled and wandered into the party, leaving Tig with a few convoluted thoughts and even more raunchy questions.

"Fuck. Gemma taught her well." He grumbled under his breath, reaching for the beer in Half-Sack's hand.

He slumped on the couch, motioning for his usual lay to sit in his lap as he watched Juice fawn over his little blonde friend making conversation with some other random woman already.

"Yeah, totally..." she agreed with whatever the girl was saying, but her eyes were glued on Tara. Just floating around the party.

She felt bad that the doctor was alone. Despite all that she thought of her, being out of ones depth in such an intimidating setting wasn't very nice. And Isla was an empath.

"D'ya think anyone 'round here has any nail glue?"

"Gemma might." She smiled, pointing toward the kitchen.

Grateful that she managed to shake that one off, Isla weaved through the small conclave and sat beside Tara, offering a friendly face during a time of such discomfiture.

Her heart was aching, the sheer nervousness was palpable, and she knew that Tara felt the same way too.

But Isla just sucked it up. Because she wanted to talk to her, and had to be the one to initiate it.

"Thanks for coming." Her smile was wide, genuine.

She offered a beer to the brunette, hoping that she'd take it.

"Thanks for asking me here." Tara accepted it, glad that Isla remembered she wasn't particularly a wine girl like herself.

Christ. This is awkward.

"Trust me, you were the first person I asked to come tonight."

"How so?"

"Well," a little bit more comfortably, she faced her completely, "you've literally nursed Abel back to health. You've been there every step of the way. You've been the best surgeon. And, as much as I hate to say it, you helped Wendy so much, Tara. I'm really thankful for all that you've done for this family."

"It's my job." She tried to brush the comments off, but her heart definitely fluttered at the praise.

Isla never changed. She was still the sweetest soul, she thought.

"I know, but you've had it rough with this lot--with Gemma, I mean."

"She isn't anything I can't handle." Confidently, she asserted.

"I know, and I'm glad that you're able to stand your ground." Reluctant, a hand landed against Tara's palm.

She jolted a little bit, but softened into the embrace.

It was comfy, warm. Prosperous, perhaps, because it meant something. Tara not jerking away and leaving once Isla offered a friendly embrace, was promising.

They spoke about the baby for a little while, and shared a few laughs at Tig's expense. It was strange, really. To be talking to her ex-best friend was strange, but she'd missed it.

Donna joined the mix, too, and it was starting to feel like old times. Isla recognized that they'd never slip back into that routine, the dedication to one another that they'd known when they were kids--but it was nice.

The conversation stuttered and it wasn't able to flow as freely as what she might've liked, but it was a start.

To know that she had something resembling an acquaintanceship with two women she admired, was nice.

And Jax introducing his baby to his brand new home, to his extended family that were already so fucking dedicated to him, was just the most wonderful thing ever.

"What about a beer?" Clay joked, holding the bottle close to Abel. Jax laughed, though he shook his hand away. "What? Grandpa can't give him his first beer?"

"No, he can't."

"I'll take it, though. If you're offerin'." Chibs grabbed the Budweiser and twisted the cap with the leather grip of his glove.

He gestured to Isla, tipping it toward her. "Want some?"

"No, you're alright." She went back to her wine, smiling at that little bundle of happiness in Jax's arms, wondering how the hell he'd gotten to be in this position now.

But it was because of Tara. Her commitment, her talent, and sheer want to help that angel through the roughest patch that a baby could have possibly been thrust into.

How Gemma could still loathe that girl--after everything she did--was beyond her completely.

Tara was the unlikeliest hero in Abel's story.

"Why is it that every time I see you, your highlights get more chunky?" Gemma smiled at the comment, turning to see her favorite girl, flaunting the most beautiful smile.

She handed Isla the bottle of whatever wine Chibs could get this evening, unable to quit beaming at the thought of her grandson finally being at home. Where he belonged.

"I told you I'd do them for you, Gem."

"I know," she nodded, playing with a few strands of hair, "I was gonna ask you, but you've been a little distant this week--didn't wanna add to your workload, baby."

"That's super considerate of you. Are you alright?" Isla teased, holding a hand to Gemma's forehead.

She slapped it away with a laugh. "Fuck you. I'm always considerate."

"Sure you are. That's why Wendy is here, right?"

"No," her head shook, "she's here 'cuz this is her house. If I had it my way, she'd be out on her ass faster than what you could even say 'crank whore.'"

Isla wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, tipping her head toward the blonde in the living room.

"I thought you made sure she was gonna be here tonight?" Confused, she quizzed.

She was under the impression that Wendy was starting to grow on her. After she'd tried to kill her, of course.

"I did," Gem confirmed. "But only because I knew it'd be awkward between her and Tara."

Amazed, or maybe fucking horrified, Isla simply glared at her.

It should've been obvious to her--plain as day--that Gemma Teller doing a good thing was simply a bullshit facade, built in order to take away from the fact she wanted to do an inherently bad thing.

But Isla liked to see the good in people, so it wasn't. And that really was one of her mot fatal flaws.

"She thanked me for letting her stay, too."

"And what'd you say to her?" Almost as if she didn't want to know the answer, she asked.

Black nails danced along the rim of her wine glass as she leaned against the counter, watching everybody enjoy themselves as they bitched and moaned.

"That she's lucky to be alive."

"Jesus, Gem," her head shook disparagingly, disappointed perhaps.

But being surprised that the woman made a threatening comment toward Wendy, was just as stupid as being surprised at Tig for fucking another hooker during his free time.

"You've gotta keep her close, ma. She's the mother of your grandson, the woman your son did love at one point."

Ma. The word rolled off her tongue unintentionally most of the time, but she didn't hate it.

Gemma was the mother figure in her life--hell, she was the mother figure in a few of the Sons' lives--and it didn't feel weird using that around her. It was affectionate. She adored it.

"Jax never loved her," matter of fact, she retorted. "They got drunk together. They smoked dope together. They didn't love one another--"

"They got married." Isla reminded her. "They have a kid together. They have a lot of history."

"Just because they have history, doesn't mean they love one another. You've got history with him."

Her chuckle was throaty, almost a full-on splutter. "We have not got that same history--we're friends, Gem, you know that's different."

She supposed the blonde was right.

There was hell of a contrast between friends for life and friends with benefits--and Gemma knew that. She just didn't like that Jax gravitated toward Wendy when he'd always had Isla right there in front of him.

Though, she was more than aware that the pair didn't look at each other that way--she still lauded the thought of the two together.

"I still hate her."

"I know," Isla laughed at Gemma's irritability, sipping on her wine, enjoying the sight of everybody having a damn good time.

"She's checking into rehab, too."

"Really? Where?"

"Some place in Oakland, I think." Gemma added, smiling at Clay when he wandered over to the pair. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"You think she's gonna stick to it?"

"Couldn't tell 'ya." He answered for his wife, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Isla's cheek. "She's determined though, I'll give her that."

"Yeah?" His nod was optimistic--strange for Clay Morrow. "Well, I'm glad she's working on herself, anyway. She's got potential."

"You hate her."

"I know." She didn't refute the assertion. "But I'm still happy for her."

At least somebody is.

She wasn't lying. Wendy was a good girl, a woman tortured for no good reason. And she felt for her, she really did.

It'd been a shock, finding out that she was pregnant. But it wasn't like they weren't expecting it--what with the rate she and Jax were going at it.

From the start, Isla and Gemma were worried. She was notorious for her crank habit and the girls thought she was going to kill herself before she had the chance to see her son into the world.

And that almost happened, didn't it?

The doctors at St. Thomas were fucking miracle workers--Isla was on pins and needles waiting for a call to say that Wendy and Abel were okay.

But she tried not to dwell on that, now. They were both as healthy and Abel was as happy as he could've been, so Isla was content. She wasn't pleased, but she was comfortable with the way that things were going.

Tara, however.

"No!" She yelled, backing out of the nursery. "No, fuck you, Jax."

Juice stumbled backward when she nudged him out of the way, pulling her purse from the kitchen counter.

Isla and Gemma couldn't not stare.

"Tara, c'mon!" Jax called after her, but it was too late.

The front door had been slammed shut and the party came to a complete standstill. A thickening tension was shrouding the group, and things were only just starting to simmer.

"What was that all about?" The blonde asked Juice, leaning against the island.

She didn't want to prove Tig to be right but, after a few glasses of wine, Juan Carlos Ortiz was starting to pique her interests.

He swallowed thickly, watching Clay leave the room. "He said something about Wendy--wanting to keep whatever it is that he and Tara have going on the down low so it doesn't set her off, or something."

Makes sense.

"He has a point. She's doing really well lately." He continued. "Jax would hate to stunt her progress by shoving his relationship with Tara in her face."

Isla was rattled.

Jax hadn't talked to her in days, and she wasn't aware that so much had changed. She wasn't aware that he had established a relationship with Tara Knowles.

Again.

You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another.

She was too irritated to reside in that same room as Gemma, now. Knowing the conversation she'd initiate the second that Juice left was too fucking much. So she left first, instead.

The living room was almost empty. Just Clay, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs sat around the couches as Donna, the kids, and Ope were preparing to set off.

Everything was annoying her, now. She hadn't made the effort with Donna all night, but she was pissed that she hadn't started to say goodbye to her yet.

Isla was so fucking irritated that she didn't even want to talk to Tig, or her father. So she didn't.

"Where're you going, petal?" Chibs asked, hindering her plan to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. He knew that she'd crack a smile at the nickname.

"I was just wandering. Not really sure what to do with myself."

"Come sit down," he gestured to the space between himself and Tig, and wound an arm around her when she met the leather. "I've missed 'ya."

"Tonight? Or just in general."

"In general. It's been a few days, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." Her head rested against his Sgt. At Arms patch, and she sighed. "Work has been so fucking busy and I feel like I haven't gotten a moment to myself this week."

Isla only worked a part-time gig at some shitty salon just on the outskirts of Charming--edging into Stockton--but she hated her job.

She hated driving into the city every morning and evening, wasting a fuck ton of her paycheck on gas when, really, there was no point.

She hated her cunt boss.

Hated her cunt clients.

She hated that nobody really spoke to her because of who her father was. And when they did speak to her, it was almost like they were scared. Of Isla.

Gemma had always promised her that there was a space at the auto shop for her had she needed it, but she couldn't think of anything worse than having to answer to Gemma and Clay every single day.

Well, more than what she already was, anyway.

"Who'd 'a thought that being a hairdresser was so demanding?"

"Me, apparently." She joked, watching Tig get up and leave the room.

It'd turned somber. A little too bleak for her liking, but she guessed that everyone felt a bit awkward after Tara stamped out and Jax sat on his porch. Alone. With a bottle of whiskey.

She hated the hold that woman had over him sometimes. The way he was so fucking devoted to Tara Knowles that she could literally slap him, scream in his face, and ruin his son's homecoming party--and he would still pine for her.

She'd never understand that.

And she didn't understand how such a lively bunch of individuals had mellowed out over the course of two hours, either.

The party had disappeared. Dissipated into nothing and the atmosphere she once lauded was completely dead in the water.

It was fucking grim, and she couldn't wait to head home.

"Can I come with you tonight?"

"Why'd you even ask? Y'know you're welcome to come home with your old man whenever you want." Chibs told her a little bit stern, though it was essentially full of love.

She just smiled up at him, a bit buzzed. But she was having a good-ish time and who was he to chastise her for drinking a little too much tonight?

"Wanna head off now?"

"Yeah--lemme just say 'bye' to Gemma."

"Alright, I'll be out front. Don't forget your purse." He reminded, knowing she was too ditsy for her own good.

Chibs helped her to her feet, letting go of her hand only to part ways for a few moments.

Her mood was perking up, now. The prospect of being able to spend a few hours with her dad after a long fucking day, was just the best.

And she'd really missed him. Missed the time they once had an abundance of. Missed the evenings that they'd spend talking, drinking, watching movies, doing the generic father daughter activities.

They hadn't had that for a while, and it was truly a blessing that it was within reach tonight.

Well. It was within reach for all of five minutes.

"Oh my God--" Gemma's cell slipped from between black nails and bounced across the table. Saturated hues were locked on Isla, and her head shook.

"What?"

"There's--there's been an accident." She managed to muster out. "Or, maybe a drive-by, I don't know, but Donna--"

"Donna?" Piney's attention was snatched at the mention of his daughter-in-law. He stood up. "What about her?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Gemma was going to say because it was just the usual now, wasn't it?

Being affiliated with SAMCRO just did that to somebody. Man, woman, child. They didn't fucking care.

"She's--Piney, she's dead."

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butteraway · 3 years

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when time runs out | iv

⋆ summary: A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none

authors note: I wanna say im so sorry for lying to yall about that extra chapter KJDFFF😭😭 ALSO @chibiiichann I APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING YOU WHENEVER I REPLIED TO YOU💀 A DIFFERENT ACC WOULD POP UP BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE OC'S CONDITION JFJDJD

"HAHA! I GOTCHU NOW LOSER!" Y/N smashed the buttons on her controller, basically on the edge of her bed. A grunt was heard through her headphones, then a loud bang with laughing in the background. Y/N felt her stomach turn at the sound of this, feeling a little left out, but smiled nonetheless.

"HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT?!! YOU’RE DOING SOME HACKING MY GUY!" Denki yelled through the laughing in the background, hands pulling at his hair. He seriously couldn't believe it!

"I'm not! I just wanted to show Sero I'm way better at this game than you are. And turns out I am!" Y/N let out a loud laugh, falling backwards onto her pillow. After finding out that 'Tape Dispenser' went to her cousin’s school by hearing his voice in the back of Denki's room, she got to learn more about this Sero dude. She already knew this after their last game a few nights ago, but he was so chill. It was still insane for her to find out that her cousin and online friend went to the same hero school. The coincidences in this world. Y/N thought as she grinned.

"It's okay Kaminari, you still lasted a long time! But you did get brutally beat by Y/N at the end though..." Sero said, trying to raise Denki's low spirits, but only succeeded in making him more miserable. Rustling was heard through Y/N's headphones, making it obvious that there was movement happening.

"You don't understand Sero! THIS IS THE ONLY GAME I COULD FULLY BEAT THIS GIRL IN!" Denki shook Sero by the shoulders, quickly doing the action. Cackling was heard through the speakers while the girl wiped a tear from her eye. Sero laughed along, as he was pushed to the ground by Denki. His arms were crossed as he looked away, upset that Y/N managed to finally beat him in every game they played.

"It's okay Denki, not everyone can be as good as me!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from her bed to start taping specific parts of her room. Kaminari continued to complain about his defeat to Sero, who only chuckled in response. As she finished taping the bottom of the walls, Y/N sat back on her bed, sighing in content.

"So, how are you? I'm doing terribly after being utterly destroyed by you, by the way." Said Kaminari, opening his water bottle and taking large gulps from it. Y/N felt her face light up as she remembered to tell Kaminari of her future activity.

"Bro, you won't believe this! So, basically, they're actually letting me paint my room! All by myself! How fricking cool is that?!" The girl laughed out loud, jumping on her bed in excitement. Kaminari's eyes widen, in surprise and slight fear, sitting up and taking in the new information.

"Wait, really? But isn't that like extremely dangerous? Cuz of the chemicals and what not??" He tried his best to keep his voice leveled, not noticing Sero look at him weirdly. That guy had no idea what was happening.

"Well, they said that they were gonna do something to the paint so it won't hurt me or anything, I don't know what, but-" Y/N was cut off by an extremely confused Sero. "Wait wait wait, hold on. I don't understand what's happening. How can paint harm you? Besides like...eating it. And what do you mean by 'finally getting to paint your room?’ Silence was the only answer he got. Sero gulped in embarrassment, thinking he asked a really personal question.

"Um, it's nothing du-" A loud 'shhhhhhh' was heard from Y/N, who let out a shaky breath. She never really told anyone, it's not like she could either way, being confined in the hospital room for a long time. She pushed a loose strand of her away from her face, preparing herself to tell Sero.

"Well, the reason is because I basically live in a hospital. I can't go outside, or have 'unpurified' air, as the doctors like to say, meaning my interactions with people and the outside world are extremely limited. That means anything that's not cleared of dust and germs, I guess, can be extremely harmful for me? As pathetic as it sounds, it could actually kill me, haha." It was quiet as Sero took in the information, a large wave of emotions crashing on him. A person shouldn't have to be locked in a room for the rest of their life. Especially someone who is such a sweet person like Y/N.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N. If you don't mind me asking, how...how long have you been in the hospital?" The young girl answered with a quick 'Two years', and that's when Sero felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. Kaminari abruptly got up and headed towards his door.

"I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something dude?" Kaminari's voice was low and trembling. It didn't take a genius to see that the blonde haired boy needed some time alone. "No thanks." Kaminari let out a hum, quickly exiting his room and closing the door shut. Sero heard the loud sniffs that slowly faded away, as he hung his head down.

"Hey, you good Sero? That was probably a lot to take in, sorry." Sero shook his head, letting a sad smile adorn his face. "It's fine, really. I actually feel honored that you're comfortable telling me. Feels like we're getting closer, to be honest." He smiled happily, meaning every word he said. And Y/N knew that. "Ha, we are though!" The air was tense, despite the two teenagers being in different rooms.

Y/N went to clear her throat, but was interrupted when a light knock echoed throughout her room. "Someone there?" Sero asked, noticing her silence and hearing the very faint knocking.

"Yeah, um Sero, I'll call you guys later, my doctor wants to talk." Y/N quickly replied, seeing Receen open the door and walk in with his thin suit on. Sero let out an ok and they hang up. Y/N finally took in how the doctor looked, noticeable eye bags under his blue-grey eyes, from lack of sleep. His dark hair slightly tousled, probably from putting on the protective helmet that came with the suit, and a small smile on his welcoming face. And a large container of paint in his left hand. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"What’s up doc? I see you have something in your hand, can I see it closer?" The small girl asked, getting up and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Receen chuckled, lifting up the paint for Y/N to see. Even if he were to hand her the container, she wouldn't be able to hold. She was just too weak. Said girl let out a high pitch 'OOOO ' in excitement.

"I'm not sure if you wanted more, but we managed to get you your favorite color! This should be enough to paint the room, you can even put a second layer if you want." Receen walked over to where Y/N put all the equipment, opening the container of paint. And with a low grunt from him, the lid was opened. Y/N watched with amazement as the doctor poured the soft looking paint into a tray. She picked up a roller near her, and drowned the roller in paint, the white fluff getting covered in color.

The two began painting, Y/N's hand shaking every now and then. After painting half the room, they sat in silence, resting for a while. Receen seemed to be tense, though Y/N didn't seem to notice since she was too happy to speak. Receen let out a breath, breaking the silence, causing Y/N to look towards him.

"I didn't get to ask you how you were, did I Y/N? How are you?" Said girl let a beaming smile spread on her face, causing Receen to slightly squint his eyes from the intensity of her smile. "Honestly, I haven't felt this happy in a very long time! I actually still can't believe you guys really let me do this! Thank you so much!"

Receen gave her a small smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not a problem, you could’ve asked sooner and gotten this done a long time ago. You've been here for two years, so please don't be afraid of asking for things!" At the mention of her time spent in the hospital, Y/N lowered her head, causing Receen to wince. Well, might as well tell her. The doctor cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Y/N, as you are aware, I, along with many other doctors and scientists, have been working hard for you to be able to go outside again. To see your family, hug them, be a normal kid again." There was a pause and that alone caught Y/N's attention. She looked up at him. "There is a way for you to finally do that, Y/N."

Shock evident on the girl's face, she abruptly stood up and faced the doctor. There was absolutely no way anyone could have found a cure for someone like her. Someone who had an incurable sickness. Someone who was too sick, to even have medicine. He's lying. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the grown man sitting in front of her.

"With all due respect Doctor, I highly doubt that that's possible. Cuz, y'know? I basically have an incurable disease? I mean, like, even if you did manage to find a way for me to leave this place, how do you even know it's gonna work? I don't think you've tried this medicine since no one in recorded hospital documents in the past have had people like that checked in before-"

"How do you even know that?"

"-so how do you truly know it'll work?" Y/N quickly finished, completely ignoring his statement. Receen sighed, scratching his head. "We live in a world where quirks exist. Would you believe me if I told you centuries ago that the human race would evolve to have super powers? It's kind of like that, but not really." Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He's avoiding the question.

Receen looked straight at the girl standing in front of him. He felt slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze. He quickly looked away and got up, towering over Y/N's small frame. Then he smiled. "Y/N, you are a very sweet girl, no doubt about it. I know how much you want to get out of here, and I want to help you. My team has created this almost perfect pill, especially suited for your sickness. I know you're very cautious, just like your mother, but I can only reassure you, that these are your ticket out of here." He pulled out the bottle from his protective suit, shaking it in front of [Y/N].

Her eyes widened as she restrained herself from reaching out and snatching the bottle. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled herself together. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her upwards, she looked into the doctor's bright eyes. "There's always a catch when it comes to these kinds of things. What's the price if I take these? My lifespan shortens, I only have five hours to go outside, it drugs me or something?"

"I'm hurt you think I would just give you these without setting out the consequences." There was a slight glint in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. Y/N hummed, urging the doctor to continue.

"There are exactly 15 pills in here. And consuming just one of these bad boys right here, would allow you to go outside! Though, time is very important when taking these. You'd have 10 hours before the pills effects wear off. These would dull your hypersensitive senses, but not to a point where you can't feel, smell or do anything. No no, it'd just be like how you were before. You'd feel slightly dizzy and be a little itchy, but besides that, nothing too extreme. It just dulls all your body senses down." Receen gave Y/N a small smile. She looked a little weary, unsure if what he said was true. She looked at the bottle then back to Doctor Receen, fingers twitching every now and then. Breathing in and letting it out slowly, Y/N stared straight into the doctor's eyes.

If I take these, I can finally go out. I can hug mom and dad, I can be around Denki again. I can meet Sero face to face and feel the grass again! I can be... happy again. But if these don't actually work, I'd immediately die on the spot. I'd be able to go outside though. Aah, so much going outside, I can meet new people! I don't wanna spend the rest of my days slowly rotting away in here anyway.

"So Y/N, are you going to take them or let all our time go to waste?"

Sero looked at his hands solemnly, thinking about what Y/N had told him. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then lightly slapped his cheeks to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out.

"Yo, you good dude? It's not everyday I see someone willingly slapping themselves." Kaminari chuckled, walking in and closing the door with his foot as he carried a soda bottle and a bag of chips towards the boy sitting on his bed. Sero grinned, feeling the sadness of everything wash away.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. But what about you though? After we had that conversation, you were, well, umm... kind of out of it." Kaminari froze, letting a dejected smile appear on his face. Dragging a hand down his face, he let out a sorrowful laugh.

"She's my best friend. My first real, true friend. She's basically my sister at this point. So when she collapsed that day, I felt my whole world crashing down. She is the sweetest, the most kindest, person I have ever met. She never let me degrade myself, alway cheered me up when people called me stupid." Kaminari rubbed his eyes, opening the bag of chips and plopping one of them into his mouth.

"It hasn't been the same ever since she left, her parents barely come over anymore, and they're always so sad whenever I see them. My own parents aren't the same either, they treated her like their own daughter. I can't even begin to imagine how Y/N feels about this all. She was the top in our grade, highest scores in our test. No one could compare to her. M-my heart breaks for her. She lost everything." Sero let that information sink in, thinking about how she was before. He smiled as he saw Kaminari's shoulders begin to shake. He cares so much for her.

He put his hand on his shoulder, watching Kaminari slowly lift his face towards him. "Come here you emotional ball of feelings." Being the friendly guy he is, Sero gave the sobbing boy a hug, cuz hugs fix everything.

"No homo though bro." And with that, they both laughed out loud, continuing their bro day.

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wrestlingchick2021 · 3 years

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Santana AEW x Reader

Inner Workings

NSFW!

Santana Pov

It started off normal. Breakfast with the inner circle, then off to the gym but things changed when she became involved. Jericho's daughter, that beautiful, spunky, sassy, and slightly sarcastic blonde that I've come to know and love.

She was perfect in every way possible, atleast in my eyes. She was a heel, which was bad and she was being manipulated into loving my enemy, MJF and yet I couldn't help myself because every, single, night, I jerked off to the thought of her.

"Hey? You ok?" My partner Ortiz pulled my out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking." I told him.

"About her?" He whispered. I nodded knowing he knew.

"Alright guys! We have a match to win so let's go!" I heard Jericho call. I sighed knowing she was gonna be there. It was hard for me to know that she was gonna be part of the match and eventually I was gonna have to fight her. As I heard our music, I looked around to see if I could see her. I couldn't, which was unfortunate.

I heard the Pinnacles theme and out then came, first Tully and Ftr then Shawn Spears and Wardlow, and finally Max and her. She was smiling as she hung off his arm like a leech. One thing I noticed though, was he wasn't in his gear. She walked to the ring and slipped in. She stared at me and mouthed something. It didn't appear to be threatening but I still stayed on guard.

As everyone made there way to there sides of the ring, she was gonna start the match along with Hager. It didn't seem fair for Jericho to do that but I knew she could handle it. The bell rang and the match began. After about 13 minutes, everyone was down except myself and her. We were the legal competitors and we both laid in the middle of the ring, exhausted, bloody, and bruised.

She was barely able to get to her feet and I grabbed her ankle first and pulled her back down to the mat and underneath me. I was about to his her when I realized the max had come over to ringside. She looked up at me with fear, I didn't know what's was happening but I got up and walked threateningly towards Max. Like, a man possessed I was more preoccupied with him and didn't notice her get up. She had come up behind and me and took me down with one DDT and went for the pin, I couldn't kick out, I was in too much shock. The pinnacle had won and she rolled off me and looked extra shocked.

That was when I did the unthinkable and got up and pulled her into a choke hold. I didn't know what came over me but I didn't want to hurt her. It was weird though, she didn't fight back.

"You want her, fine, have her Santana. She's of no use to me anyway. She can't fight." I heard Max chuckle as he walked off with the rest of the pinnacle. I let go of her once I saw Jericho step back into the ring. She fell to her knees and looked at him as he walked away, she then looked at me.

"What did you do!?" She yelled and tried to hit me but I stopped her.

"I helped you. He was using you!" I held her in my arms as she fought back.

"No! No!" She screamed.

"Let's her her back to our locker room and we'll figure this out ok?" I tried to say calmly. She stopped and looked at me.

"What? You want to help me figure this out?" She asked shocked. I nodded. She realized and and walked with us calmly. It honestly surprised me. Once back at the locker room, she sat down in the farthest corner away from us and stared.

"Ok, now what? She's here." Sammy asked.

"She obviously wants nothing to do with us." Hager commented angrily.

"Guys, relax for a second. We don't exactly know what's going on. Max may have ditched her but this could all be some devious plan to get in our heads." Jericho spoke calmly trying to get us all to work together.

"Chris, we don't know what she's gonna do but we do know that she responds to me." I commented softly.

"You think you can reason with her? She's been manipulated by him for so long." He asked me questioningly.

"I think so. Just let me talk to her privately." I asked. He nodded and gave me the entire locker room to myself. Now that it was just her and I, she got up and made her way over to me. Once we locked eyes it didn't take long for her to hug me and break down. She trusted me, ME! This was great news for me because I thought maybe she would talk to me.

"Hey bella (beautiful in Puerto Rican), talk to me. Why the tears?" I asked her softly.

"I hate him! He's cruel! He hates me too ya know. He wants me out of Aew!" She spilled quickly.

"Hey hey, easy. Take a deep breath." I shushed her. "I can make it better but you need to breath first."

She obeyed and took three really good deep breaths and was finally able to talk to me calmly.

"Max is awful. He makes me stay quiet unless I'm being directly talked to by him or any member of the pinnacle. He's making me look like a fucking snob and I'm not. Not at all! I want to do interviews, I want to wrestle in matches I actually have a chance of winning. I don't want people cheating for me!" She ranted quickly. I could hardly understand her so I kissed her to shut her up for a few seconds and maybe get her mind off it.

When I pulled away she looked at me. "I've wanted you to do that for so long." She whispered softly. I almost missed it.

"I know. I feel the same way and I couldn't quite understand what you were saying." I chuckled softly.

"Santana, I think I love you. Like a lot. But with max, I don't know if I'm confused or not." She admitted sadly.

"Then let's find out? Together? Cuz I think I love you too." I admitted back.

"How so?" She asked confused.

I pulled her to me and she gasped. I was hard and we both knew. "Baby girl, are you virgin?" I had to ask because she seemed genuinely clueless.

"No but I've never been loved. I don't know the difference between real love and sex for fun." She looked away.

"Then let me show you." I whispered and kissed her deeply. She reciprocated by wrapping her arms around my neck. I walked us over to the couch and sat her down while holding the kiss.

"Santana, I'm scared. I don't want this to be a one time thing." She whimpered.

"What are you talking about silly girl. You're mine now. I'm not letting you go." I growled softly and kissed her again. She moaned into the kiss.

"Now let me show you real love." I told her with a soft smile. I saw her smile back. I pulled away and got on my knees and very slowly I did her gear. She watched me closely, studying me.

"Relax, I'll make you feel good. I promise. It's all about you baby girl." I told her. That seemed to make her relax. I slowly kissed you her thigh and when I heard her gasp I knew it felt good. It was a different kind of gasp.

"Santana..." She whimpered. I looked up at her with concern. "Eat me." She said softly and lustfully.

That was all I needed to hear from her. I dove in to her pussy like a starved man. As I licked and sucked on her clit, she was whimpering and moaning like crazy. I couldn't control myself. I pulled away and that caused a whimper in confusion.

"You want me to fuck you? Show you real love?" I asked her with a growl in my voice. She nodded slowly. I began to slowly undo my pants and she watched my ever moment. She was panting, a screen of sweat covered her forehead and thighs.

"Whatever you have left on, strip it. Trust me." I commanded softly. She didn't have to be told twice and did as I asked.

"Ready?" I asked. She nodded eagerly. I pulled her hips closer to me. I gently began to nudge the crown of my cock into her tight pussy. I finally had to opportunity to make her mine, forever. This is exactly how I thought it would be. All those nights I spent jerking off in the bathroom had finally paid off. She was just as perfect as I thought.

"Santana, move. Please?" She begged. I hadn't even realized that I wasn't but I obeyed her wishes and moved slowly so she could adjust.

"What are you doing?" She asked confused.

"Letting you adjust sweetheart." I told her as I thrusted slowly.

"No. I don't like it. I want you to pound me into the couch. Till I can't breath." She growled.

She was a lot kinkier then I thought. I wrapped my hand around her throat and began to fuck her harder. When I heard that lovely little squeal of hers, I knew I had hit that special spot. As I hit it over and over again she didn't something I didn't expect. As she tightened around me, my grip on her throat got tighter, and she squirted on my dick. That caused me to pull out and cum on her chest and tits.

"Woah... That was amazing." She said with a tired smile.

"Good. Now, I want to ask you something." I told her.

"What is it?" She replied.

"Will you leave the pinnacle and join the inner circle and be my girlfriend?" I asked quickly.

"I would love to be your girlfriend but I don't know if they want me here." She said and looked away.

"Of course they do! Your dad wants you back." I said.

"No he doesn't. He hates me." She says after we finish getting dressed. I made my way over to the door and opened it letting in her dad and the rest of the inner circle. Chris walked over and hugged her. She was taken a back.

"Come back, please?" He asked.

"Of course. The pinnacle was over rated anyway." She giggled.

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Looking at the IG of one of the new applicants, Dr J thinks: What's this one's story?

About a year ago, huh..?

...

The reunion was in full swing, and Angie sipped the straw of her vodka tonic, alone for the moment at the edge of the crowd, watching him. She’d come into the evening like she did into most crowds: thinking she was the smartest person in the room. True, it’s not like she’d ended up top of her class - it’d been ten years since graduating from Middlesex High with these morons - or had found herself at a top-tier college. She totally could have, she always thought, if she had really wanted to. She just never put in the effort, it hadn’t meant enough to her. But she could have been valedictorian, for sure, right? And gone to an ivy-league? She just never set her mind to it, she told herself. Plus, back then, she didn’t have the tits...

Angie Wade was, certainly, what most people would call a “late bloomer”. Not only had her academic and career successes mainly come after her teen years in High School - she’d graduated with Honors from Bowling Green, got her Masters, and now managed two (soon to be three) branches of KLG Bank - but her figure had taken some time to come in, also. When she had graduated, she had been a mostly forgettable member of the drama club, the thin, unremarkable brunette with the big forehead. But, soon, things changed. Since high school she’d put on - haha - nearly thirty pounds, the majority of it generously deposited into the fleshy curves she’d squeezed into this low-cut black top and tight, tight knee-length white skirt. She wanted these people - him especially - to see what had become of Angie Wade, to realize what they had missed. And, the evening had gone predictably. Most of the girls, even some she’d been friendly with in school, either wanted nothing to do with her or treated her with snobby derision - fuck them. Because every guy she’d spoken to tonight had been very keen to chat. Most had given her at least a fleeting glance down her top, and many could barely keep from staring. But she hadn’t talked to AJ Shaw yet....

...and he was right over there.

...

AJ stood at the banquet hall’s bar, idly stirring his bacardi and coke, while Megan Rommety chatted animatedly in his left ear. He’d learned, among a prattling twenty minutes’ worth of other things, that she was a recent divorcee (“her decision”, to hear her tell it) She was trying to flirt with him, he had no doubt. He had been excited about coming to this thing, the 10-year reunion for his Middlesex High School Class. He still hung out, pretty regularly, with some friends from the football team; he’d even hired a couple to work on his construction team. He still touched base with old girlfriends from time-to-time, Facebook or wherever; it was cool to see them with kids and flirt with them behind their husbands’ backs. But maybe there’d be some people from out of town to catch up with. Like Megan here: they’d been in a couple classes together, she’d dated a friend of his, been on the tennis team. She was nice to see, for the first few minutes, but now she was beginning to overstay her welcome in the seat next to him. “...anyway, after I kicked Brad out, I sold the house and bought my own condo down by the lake,” Megan was saying, stirring the ice cube in her chardonnay, “sooooo nice. Real hardwood floors, a view. You just have to come see it! In fact, kids are at my mom’s tonight and…” WHoahhh...Who was THAT?

“Yeah, I uh….” he said Wearing a black, low-cut top that revealed an impressive bulge of soft, creamy cleavage, she was smiling over at him, from across the room. In fact, “smile” might have been too soft of a word. There was something dramatic about the look she was giving him, something….yikes. His stomach fluttered and everything Megan was saying was being droned out, dissolving to just a buzz on his left. Taking a sip of her drink, this woman held his eye contact for an uncomfortably long time, before she began to strut over towards him. My god, AJ thought, that is a strut. Straight back and proud, each step in her killer heels brought a new jiggle to her chest and an extra sway to her hips in her tight, white skirt. This was a woman who knew how to walk, he could see that for sure, and draw eyes to herself. Was this someone from his class?? He had forgotten that he was in the middle of a sentence, a conversation. Hell, he practically forgot where he was. He’d kinda found that happening, recently. Pretty women seemed to throw him off base more easily than they used to. Ones with boobs, especially. “Hiya, remember me?” she said, sidling up to the bar and unceremoniously boxing Megan out. He tried to keep his eyes up, on her face, on her wide, wide smile. He knew he would look like an asshole if his eyes dropped to her tits….but it was a struggle. “I…uh” he began, as his mind began to work. He was usually so good at this! He felt like he knew everybody from his class, or at least everyone important. Especially the hot ones! But he was having trouble remembering this one, her name. Her face was sorta familiar, but he certainly didn’t recognize those curves from high school. “Uhmmmm…”

“Angie Wade?” Megan interjected, from half-behind the newcomer.

Oh yeah, Angela Wade.

“Angie Wade?” AJ finally managed, lights beginning to click on, “You were in drama club, right?” “That’s me!” Angie beamed, biting her lower lip flirtatiously, “You DO remember me!” He...he did remember her, yes, Angie. But certainly not like this. The Angie Wade he remembered had been...skinny. Maybe not quite a dork, but not someone with whom he’d ever associate. If he recalled, his friends had told him she’d been an admirer of his. God, if he’d known she’d grow up into this...wow, she really grew a pair. “Excuse me,” Megan piped in, pushing her short, coiffed-blonde hair behind her ear, “We...were in the middle of a conversation?” Obviously annoyed, Megan could see how AJ’s attention had suddenly been drawn to Angie Wade and her big new tits. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Angie responded, not bothering to hide a note of condescension. She shifted to unblock Megan from the conversation, a move that just brought her closer to AJ’s left side, and in fact let her press her big right breast into his left arm. She felt him shudder, almost imperceptibly, but tried to keep her smile to herself.

Angie glanced Megan up and down with a coy smirk before turning back to AJ. “So...Nice suit! You look great,” she said, knowing men’s weaknesses for flattery, “Seems like you’re doing well?” “Um, yeah! Thanks!,” AJ replied, wincing as he heard the weird enthusiasm in his voice. He can’t come across as creepy, just talking to this girl ‘cuz she’s built. He knew he had to maintain himself, his composure. “I’ve been good,” he continued, “Staying busy with work and-” Angie cut him off. “Yeah, I saw that your company has a bid in to renovate the stadium downtown,” she said, letting her eyes sparkle in admiration. Men loved that. “That’s soooo great…” They also loved this bimbo talk, she’d learned. “Yeah well, it’s um… an exciting project,” He finished lamely, glancing over at Megan, whose glare had gone icy. What was he doing? This was rude. He should try to involve Megan some more, but found himself just really not wanting to. “But enough about me,” he said to Angie, admiring the dramatically dark makeup around her eyes, “How are you doing?” “I’m doing SO, SO good!” Angie sang, right hand reaching behind AJ’s back, resting on a shoulder. Megan scoffed, watching as her left hand then found his knee. What a tramp. “‘So so good’?” Megan finally snapped, the derision in her voice unmistakable, “Last I heard you were working at Hooters. Brad said he saw you th-” “Oh, did he? Brad, your husband?” Angie smiled, turning finally to address Megan, smile big and white.

“Ex...husband…” Megan said, voice quickly fading.

“Hm. Well, did Brad mention that he used to come in every Tuesday and Thursday for lunch, with guys from work, or sometimes just by himself?” Angie continued, a new edge to her voice, “And when I moved to just weekends, he started showing up then, too?” She smiled as she saw Megan’s eyes go wide. She loved doing this shit to prissy bitches like Megan, when they thought they could flex. “Did Brad tell you that he always asked to be sat in my section, and when I finally left he’d asked the other girls about me? Where I went? Asked for my number?”

Megan’s jaw had started to quiver, and Angie had to keep herself from laughing. She remembered Brad, though it had been awhile. Guys from their old high school had often come to Hooters to drool, whether it was over her or younger girls like Shanette or Missy. Brad had been no different. “I guess he just saw something he liked…. “ Angie concluded, straightening her shoulders and pushing her boobs forward - which drew a glance from AJ, she noticed. “Maybe something he didn’t have at home?” “Holy shit y-you bitch,” Megan sputtered, doing her best to sound appalled but glancing down at her own modest bust, unable to keep from feeling a little inadequate. Yes, Brad had been “a boob guy”... Ignoring the insult with practiced aplomb, Angie turned back to AJ, catching him looking down her top. “Besides, you don’t mind...do you AJ?” she asked him, squeezing her right breast more firmly into his nicely-muscled arm, rubbing his broad shoulder through his suit jacket, “That I used to work at Hooters?” “Um, uh, what?” he stammered, uncomfortable with the tense exchange that had just happened between these two girls, feeling weird that he’d just sat here, passively. How was he supposed to answer this? “No...not at all,” he managed, “I think, uh, service work is perfectly dignified…” “See?” Angie giggled, still rubbing his shoulder and rewarding him with an extra bit of boob, “Good boy.” Angie giggled again, so pleased with herself. Megan, for herself, looked aghast, watching AJ - who she always thought was a pretty well-put-together guy - fall for this bimbo’s simple little tricks. God, what a pair of tits can do... “I…” “..was just leaving” Angie finished for her, fixing her with a bright white smile and withering stare. She watched as Megan took her drink and stood from her stool. “You gonna go call Brad?” she added, for good measure, “Tell him Angie from Hooters said hello.” “Tell him yourself,” Megan sneered, and then turned to him, “And, AJ, nice talking to you. Have fun with the Titty Monster.” With that she stomped off, and Angie’s smile curled.

“‘Titty Monster’”, Angie repeated, chuckling to herself, “That’s rich. I think I’ll use that.” She bit her lip, narrowed her eyes. “So….” she began, turning all her attention back on AJ, her high school crush. She almost couldn’t believe it herself: here she was, little Angie Wade, proudly claiming Aaron Joseph Shaw for herself, just because she could. It was like wrapping him around her little finger. “Can I have a seat?” “Oh, uh, yeah,” AJ replied, shaking his head. What was wrong with him? He hadn’t even said goodbye to Megan. “Of course…”

AJ half-stood, chivalrously, as if to help Angie up into Megan’s now-empty chair. He sat back, finally, and began to order them both a drink from the bartender with the dramatic mustache.

“Two vodka tonics, please,” Angie had insisted, speaking over him with a will that made his loins clinch.

From there, the flirting began in earnest, disguised by a conversation about their jobs. Angie avoided divulging too much about her situation, her successes at the bank. She knew the male ego could be a fragile thing, and she didn’t want to scare him away. AJ seemed to be a successful guy himself, in his own way, but boys tended to like their girls dumb, and she could play that up a bit when she needed to. So, no mention of the degrees, no mention of the awards. Instead, she had leaned forward towards him just enough to open her cleavage for his approval.

God, she has great tits, he thought to himself, marveling at their swell and mass, and I’m really getting to be a tit-guy these days. His eyes just could not keep themselves from falling down her top, and she seemed not to mind in the least. In fact, after their second drink together, her hand had found its way back to his knee and seemed to give him an encouraging squeeze every time his gaze strayed to her chest. She...she actually likes that I’m looking at her tits, he finally convinced himself, and had slowly started to relax.

After another drink, Angie finally sat up, stock straight, and slowly stretched her shoulders back to look around the room. Some of their old classmates had begun to leave, and the room was less abuzz than it had been. Predictably, his eyes had gone straight to her chest, and shot away before she met his gaze again. She waited for him to talk, knowing exactly what he wanted.

“So, it looks like things are starting to quiet down here,” he finally asked, “do you, uh, need a ride?”

Bingo. “No, I drove myself,” she answered, watching his face, seeing the old gears turning.

“Well, I was thinking about, y’know,” he began again, poking at the remaining ice in his drink, “heading back to my loft, downtown, if you wanted to, like, come with me…?” Angie smiled, and leaned in towards him, squeezing her arms together in a dramatic show of cleavage. “Hmmm, well,” she purred, watching his eyes struggle to maintain her gaze, “how about you come to my place tonight sweetie. It’s closer....”

At that, she leaned in to his ear, and whispered into it with a voice thick with seduction. “And I still have my Hooters outfit at home. I can try it on for you….see if it still fits?”

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Angie attacks! A little GITJ tangent thread being co-written with AgeoftheGiantess, who you may know from GTScity. Look for her story to continue.

Next post, our first entry by new contributor Joyce Julep, available at my Patreon

#Growing Into the Job

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